All language subtitles for Jonathan Creek Season 01 Episode 05 - No Trace of Tracy 720p WEB-DL HEVC x265 BONE

Reading Rock Festival 1979 is
deliriously thrilled and delighted to

Holy Trinity of Edwin Broome.

On electric fiddle, the legendary Roy
Pilgrim.

Are you sure you know where you're
going? I'll be fine

into Classic FM.

Oh, no.

Morning.

Is there a problem? What's happened?

Do you know this Mr Roy Pilgrim? We're
not getting any reply.

I'm his fiancée.

He should be in. He's expecting me at
nine.

What's this all about?

Roy?

Roy? In here.

What the hell's happened to you?

I've got a crack on the back of the
head.

I thought they'd gone and one of them
caught me from behind.

They rifled the safe and then cuffed me
to this thing so I couldn't raise the

alarm.

I think you're going to need a hacksaw.

Before we go into this, there's another
matter I have to ask you about

concerning a young lady.

What games have you been playing here?

Four o 'clock.

How many of you saw this girl?

And where is she now?

Her mother's out of her mind with worry.

With who?

The pretty little thing you invited
around for tea and crumpets.

Oh, don't pull that innocent routine.

Why do you think the police are here?

Fourteen. I've got the faintest clue. Mr
Pilgrim, can you tell us where you were

at four o 'clock yesterday afternoon?

Is this a joke?

I haven't moved from this spot for 20
hours.

I'm not Harry Houdini.

Someone trying to be funny?

There's nothing funny about a missing
person, Mr Pilgrim.

We know she left home yesterday morning
for this address.

It appears now she was seen by six
eyewitnesses entering your house through

door at four o 'clock as the school bus
was arriving.

Someone's putting you up. Mr Pilgrim, a
straight answer to the question, please.

Did you let a 16 -year -old girl named
Tracy Cook into this house yesterday

afternoon?

Look, I don't know what you guys are
playing at, but let's lay this to rest

I've been sat here staring at these four
walls since midday yesterday till the

moment you just arrived.

And on my granny's grave, no -one has
come in through those French windows.

If she calls me abracadabra once more, I
may go berserk with that emery board.

Fire down her face so that it resembles
a hard -boiled egg.

Don't let her rat you. It's just Gina's
way.

I think she quite likes you, actually.

I can't tell you how much I've enjoyed
sharing the back seat with Mr Biceps out

there.

I'm beginning to wish I'd stayed at
home.

You lighten up and make the effort.

She's my best friend.

So basically, that's what you do.

You sit at home all day and think up
conjuring tricks.

How amazingly pointless.

Thank you.

And what's the deal between you and
Madeline?

I mean, is it like the theory of passion
time here?

Just how far into your world is she
allowed to go?

I mean, have you showed her your magic
wand yet?

Wedding! You've got some nerve on you.
You're just not real. This whole thing's

not real.

Hello. Love is tip. Oh, thanks.

You want me to believe you've changed?

You'll never change, Roy.

And that's it?

I don't get a chance? I'm condemned
before I start?

Six eyewitnesses watched her walk into
your house.

It's a conspiracy.

I don't know. They were all bought off.

Six schoolboys, Roy.

Francine, I had nothing to do with her.
I never touched her. I never saw her.

For God's sake, just leave.

Don't contaminate my life.

Whoops -a -daisy.

Go on.

Tuck it down the drain.

Show what you think of her.

Oh.

The love's easy.

Probably just wants to get the money
back.

Are you all blind?

What's your problem?

Can't you see who that is, that guy?

That is Roy Pilgrim.

You are kidding me. No.

Who's Roy Pilgrim?

Roy Pilgrim.

Edwin Drood.

Oh, God.

You probably liked them, did you?

They were in the vanguard of progressive
rock right through the 70s and the 80s.

They produced some seminal stuff.

Polite way of describing them.

I suppose you went to Percy's leg. Ah,
now you're talking.

We loved Percy. We loved Percy.

We loved him so much. We loved him.

Oh, no, I've just seen it.

Kids will tell you anything to be part
of the story.

Maybe they saw... I don't know what they
saw.

Appearances can be deceptive. Right
enough, Mr Pilgrim.

Despite the appearance of something in
those trousers, you haven't got a leg to

stand on.

And you haven't got a case.

I can't help noticing you've taken my
house to pieces and scored a big fat

Mr Pilgrim, you... You need a cup of
tea.

You say that you never left the room
from about midday onwards?

Sure, when I'm plumbed into the central
eating system.

You don't think you could have passed
out again for a minute?

Fallen asleep?

Thanks. I didn't pass out.

I was wide awake for the next eight,
nine hours till it got dark. I mean, I

I was stuck there till Francine arrived
in the morning. So I used the time.

I wrote three songs just to get my mind
off my bladder.

And at four o 'clock?

From three to four, I'm listening to
Classic FM, so that definitely fixes the

time. Four o 'clock, they went into
Vivaldi, so I switched it off, went back

the words.

I mean, what do you do?

I'm staring right at the window where
she's supposed to have come in.

Did you write a letter to this girl
inviting her to come and meet you on

afternoon? Why am I going to do that?

She was young, attractive.

She'd send you photos in her fan mail.

You're sick.

And what you're suggesting is sick. Oh,
and what am I suggesting, Mr Pilgrim?

That Tracy Cook came to meet a lifelong
hero and found you wanted to give her

more than your autograph?

That it all got very nasty in ways I
don't like to think about?

And that afterwards, to give yourself an
alibi, you cooked up all this guff

about burglars and radiators?

For God's sake, like I told your
colleague before you arrived, the only

that came in through those French
windows was a frog.

Now, if I notice that, I'm hardly going
to... What do you mean?

A little green frog with a red belly.

What do you mean, told our colleague
before we arrived?

I... never said I was the police.

I just said I'd like some help with my
inquiries.

You're not this gentleman's legal
advisor?

Legal advisor?

No, I was just reminded of that quote by
Robert Oppenheimer.

I am become death, the destroyer of
worlds.

I overdid the crouton slightly, that'd
be funny.

I overdid the crouton slightly? It's
like Gandhi's funeral pyre, isn't it?

now you've put the gas out, thank you
very much.

I'm sitting on fine till you arrive.

This lightness of touch you have in the
kitchen is a joy to behold.

So... Tell me about Pilgrim. Is he
capable of murder?

And I've heard him sing, obviously.

I don't get it.

He's got six witnesses.

All saw her go in at four o 'clock.

Now, if that's right, he hasn't got a
prayer.

And yet he swears blind. He was in the
room all afternoon, fully conscious.

And saw no one.

He's either very stupid or very devious.

Or neither.

What do you mean?

Well, maybe the reason he's sticking to
his story is because it's true.

Is that supposed to be doing that?

Two more minutes. What do you mean,
true?

A girl can't vanish into thin air while
walking through a pair of French... Do

you know, I never know when you're
winding me up. That's the trouble.

Now, do you want to pick up that bottle
of something?

Any particular one?

What's this?

Oh, petrol.

Petrol?

overnight. Things get nicked.

I'll put it out in the hall, shall I?

The canisters of napalm.

So this is the guy, you reckon? Jacob
Flowers. He's stuck them under my wiper.

What's his connection with Pilgrim?

You heard of an American cult called the
Creed of Eden?

I mean, I've no... Well, don't ask me
what they're into. Some kind of eco

-religious thing.

The world is God's garden. All life is
sacred.

It's easier for a rich man to enter a
camel if he stands in a box.

Well, this character is their grand
prophet and founding father.

And if you know your history of rock
music... Intimately.

..then you'll know it was during Edwin
Drew of the States in July 87 that Roy

Pilgrim became a disciple of the Order,
leading effectively to the break -up of

the group and some fairly deadly solo
albums about rainforests and dolphins.

Oh.

Flowers is going to stick up for Pilgrim
because they're buddies.

Or maybe he knows something else about
all this that we don't scrape that off.

It's meant to be that colour. It's
Cajun.

Blackened catfish.

Looks more like halibut to me.

Blackened halibut, then. I had to
improvise.

Less of the pedanticism and just deep.

The word is pedantry.

That's the one, then.

Could hardly miss her from here.

Though, when she pressed this bell,
someone must have let her in.

What are you doing?

I need to check it out.

I can't go in there. Why not?

Roy Pilgrim?

I can't meet Roy Pilgrim.

You're talking about mythology.

You reduce someone like that to flesh
and blood, the whole thing's destroyed,

the whole icon.

Jonathan, you're beginning to sound like
a prat.

Sorry. What does it take to make you go
away?

Look, I'm sorry about yesterday, but I'm
really quite interested in helping you,

actually. If you'd just take a minute to
let us in.

What are you?

Right now, Mr Pilgrim, with the only
hope you've got.

The white room.

I'm standing in the white room. The
white room.

Yes, it's certainly white, all right, no
question.

The white room's like a chamber of
contemplation.

That's where I try and centre myself
creatively.

And the actual Bandawi bushcats.

Utterly amazing.

Hand -carved speaker cabinets presented
by the Gambian percussionist Josh

Bandawi in... What year were you over
there?

1973.

I think you'll find it was 76.

Because tribal jam didn't hit the charts
until early 77.

I thought we were in Zaire in 76.

No.

He was deported from Zaire in May 75.

After Martin Crowe rode into the
president's jacuzzi on a wildebeest.

Mad as a lightbulb.

Yes. I don't suppose you see much of the
others now, do you? Since the old firm

split up.

The band was always driven by petty
factionalism.

I lived with those guys for 15 years.

That's 15 years too long.

And then came the Creed of Eden. That's
been quite a crusade for you.

I try to follow my conscience.

Jacob Flower seems to be on your side.

He left a little note on my windscreen.

Well, they have a commune about 20
minutes away.

Hogsbelly Farm.

I've been a kind of patron for them.

I guess he's as rattled about all this
as I am.

Hello, is that one o 'clock?

I've got to record the Waltons.

The Waltons?

What have you found? Something clever.

The gateway to a parallel dimension.

The Waltons?

Jonathan, the French windows.

What?

What do you want me to say? The French
windows?

That people walk in and out of?

The blinds are Venetian blinds and the
floor is just a... floor.

What?

No, it's just the way these figures are
slightly faded.

You see down here?

And down here.

They're faded on the wrong side, surely.

These pair of speakers, Mr Pilgrim, they
get moved about very often.

Never. They were positioned like that
for perfect balance 15 years ago.

Why do you ask?

I could be wrong.

It looks to me as if someone's recently
swapped them round.

Well, I don't know.

I mean, it's just too incredible for
words.

Roy Pilgrim watches the what.

But doesn't that make him a murderer?

Here, you can navigate.

Can I come?

I thought we'd pay a visit to Hogsbelly
Farm.

Good afternoon.

Hi, my name's... Madeline, right?

We've been expecting you.

Toby Flowers.

Guess you got me the note from my uncle,
huh?

Well, it did intrigue me.

Oh, this is my friend, Jonathan.

Jonathan, hi.

You a journalist, too?

More in the way of a technical advisor,
aren't you?

On this business with the missing girl.

The weirdest thing, isn't it?

He could have walked in through that
window and then somehow never arrived

other side.

Spooky, kind of.

Wouldn't you say?

Now, you want to come with me?

I know my Uncle Jacob and Aunt Polly are
keen to see you.

They're just up ahead, bonding with the
trees.

And up.

And down.

Look. And caressing the trunk with your
trunk.

And if you feel you want to lick or
nibble the bark, don't be afraid to do

Let the love flow from your body,
rhythmically into the tree, down

through the roof, into the earth.

Remember, the tree will get as much
pleasure from this as you will.

Do you do this sort of thing regularly,
then?

Since I met Jacob 18 years ago now.

It's a really liberating experience.

Especially for Polly, who grew up in
East London.

Really? Which part?

Barking or Highland? It's quite close.

I've never seen anyone get that friendly
with a knothole before.

It's almost grounds for divorce.

Have you ever been up in an oak tree,
Jonathan?

It's true.

We all owe a tremendous debt to Roy
Pilgrim. This whole estate, everything

see here is down to his support and
generosity.

He was the greatest benefactor you could
ask for.

How do you mean, was?

I won't pretend that new fiancée of his
was devoted to our cause,

Francine Faraday.

She runs a small investment consultancy
somewhere, so she's probably in need of

spiritual enlightenment.

So what are you saying? She was leading
him off the straight and narrow. It's

for Roy to choose his own destiny.

We were just glad that he'd found a
relationship that worked for him.

But now, with all these rumors flying
around... If you can shed any light on

this, Madeline, to clear Roy's name,
believe me, your efforts won't go

unrewarded. And we're not talking about
money here.

Come with me.

I want to show you something.

We've got four more on their way back
home in Utah, Wyoming, Maine,

and New Mexico.

Because the day will come, make no
mistake about that.

And I'll make you a promise.

Help Roy, and there'll be two seats
waiting for you on the journey to the

world.

What, like an arc as in Noah?

Sorry, I don't believe you.

I don't believe me, and I was there. I
mean, seriously, potty people. I can't

tell you.

So what do the police think?

That he did her in, basically.

And he's just going to bluff it out
until they find the body.

If they find the body.

I thought it was all down to Marvo the
Mystic here.

What happened?

Your special powers desert you all of a
sudden.

He did find something, actually, didn't
you?

Those two funny speaker cabinets just
inside the door have been switched

do you reckon?

Because that's where he'd hidden her.

After he sawed her in half.

No?

All right, then. Why would you
deliberately swap round a couple of hi

speakers? That's the question.

That's not the question.

What do you mean?

Fairly obviously, you wouldn't.

So, what's the point?

None whatsoever, I should think.

All right, you've lost me.

I think what he's saying is it could be
accidental.

Consider it this way round.

Someone comes into Pilgrim's house and
for whatever reason removes a pair of

identical -looking speakers from the
white room.

Later on, they return them, and because
they look very much the same as one

another, they put them back the wrong
way round.

But who would steal a pair of speakers?

And then just put them back again.

A very honest burglar.

Better split, I think.

Adam said he might call later from
Vegas, so... I thought I'd check out

other band members tomorrow. Have them
watch it.

If I get anything, I'll ring you.

See you around, Sheena.

Glenn, I don't know if you've got a
minute to talk to this journalist about

Pilgrim from which magazine, did you
say? I didn't. I'm freelance.

Manny Magellan.

MacArthur. Hi.

God, I can't believe I just shook the
hand that played rhythm guitar on Who Do

Woman. Now I can die happy.

No, I was just after a bit of
background, actually, on your ex

Well, what do you want me to say? That I
loathed the money -grabbing son of a

bitch with a vengeance?

It's a starting point.

We were young. We just wanted to play
the best rock and roll in the world. We

weren't businessmen.

Edwin Drew became a fundraising charity
for our management and record companies.

Roy, because he wrote all the songs, got
a lot of sponsorship.

And he was the one who cleaned up.

Don't ask me how he did it. I've spent
the last eight years trying to forget.

You'd better drown your bits, because I
couldn't remember.

Mike said you did like that. I could
have sworn you just had to... What's

What's going on?

Look, Tex, I'm really sorry, but...
Jerry?

Who are these jokers? What's happening?

Listen, there comes a time for the
greater good of the band when... You've

replaced, is what he's trying to say,
guys.

These things happen.

Replaced? We've only been gone for 20
minutes. Well, I mean, life moves on,

know. Can't we all stay cool about this?
Stay cool?

Yeah. You put together another line -up
while we went for a pizza.

This is unreal.

Jerry, can you handle it for me? It was
a tough decision.

We needed fresh blood. Yeah, and you're
going to get it.

So, do you know about this fiancé of
his, Francine Faraday?

Can't say she struck me as Roy's type at
all.

More like a future mother -in -law.

What do you mean by that?

Who did you say you wrote for?

I'm putting a book together with, like,
major cases that the police have got

horribly wrong.

Well, if you want my opinion, you're
wasting your time on this one.

Thanks for your help.

And, um, one of these a day.

I think she'll be up in no time.

Is this somewhere I can wash my hands?

Sure, right inside in the kitchen.

Toby? Oh, my God, what's happened?

He appears to have been suffocated or
choked or something.

You've got to call the police.

There's something in there.

The possibility of willful damage and
the reason for such vandalism is still a

mystery.

Detectives are investigating a bizarre
Silence of the Lambs -style murder at

Hogsbelly Farm near Whistlingford after
the victim was found with a dead frog

inserted in his windpipe.

30 -year -old Toby Crouse was a member
of the American religious sect the Creed

of Eden, whose members include the rock
guard Roy Pilgrim.

Insult in the news this week in the
internet was the disappearance of

Tracy Cook.

Hi.

It's a pig of a night out here.

Before I became a puppet, I was a
gynecologist.

I wanted to be a brain surgeon, but I
wasn't tall enough.

Here's another one.

What is long and thin and sticky?

A stick!

Behold the impecunious rock legend.

As you can see, performing is still my
major source of income.

I've got this reputation for
instability, which I could never get my

around.

Don't want Marty Crowe? No way.

Don't want a drummer who urinates on the
audience?

Why not?

Personal contact with the public? Very
important.

Roy Pilgrim. What type of women did he
go for, would you say?

Let's just say he wouldn't look at you
if he thought you'd had too many.

Drinks?

Birthdays.

Closer they were to the legal limit,
better he liked them. Good old Roy. In

those days, there were plenty around to
like, believe me.

That was then.

His taste could have changed.

About those speakers.

About why someone would take them out of
the room.

He was hypnotised, right?

Someone took the speakers away, rigged
them up to play some recording that made

him forget that he'd seen the girl come
in through the window.

Right.

Involuntary hypnosis.

Mm -hm.

Knock. I'm quite sure Roy Pilgrim's the
man to go under without a fight.

And why would they need to do all that
as opposed to just dangling a watch

in front of his nose?

Because they didn't do that at all.

So what did they do?

Why have you come here?

Because I'm like you.

I can't resist a puzzle.

Let me into your mind.

Sorry?

Lecture me.

All right.

Let's recap.

Last Monday, 16 -year -old girl, Tracy

Cook,

calls around to visit her hero, rock
star Roy Pilgrim. Half a dozen

see her walk in through the French
windows at the back of the house into

white room.

That's proven fact. It's beyond dispute.

Exact same time, four o 'clock, Pilgrim
swears he was in the room, fully

conscious, handcuffed to the radiator,
and saw no one come in.

His watch was wrong.

He knew the time because he'd been
listening to the radio.

That's not the point.

He says he was awake all afternoon.

The only time he grabbed any sleep was
during the night.

So he has to be lying.

Nothing else makes sense.

But what he says makes even less sense.

Why would he go to the trouble of making
up a story like that? He could easily

have said he wasn't in the house at all,
or he was in the room, but he was still

unconscious.

No one could have proved otherwise.

No, instead of that, he says the one
thing that no jury in the world is going

believe. That no -one came in through
the door.

Why? Because it's true.

Both stories can't be true.

It's impossible.

Is it?

Yes, it is.

You've been there. You've inspected it.

The police have inspected it.

How can she just have vanished into the
ether?

Like some phantom or...

What's the matter? You got a frog in
your throat?

Jonathan Creek.

Sorry.

I know it's early. Can I wait here?

No, that's fine.

You well?

I just wanted to bring you up to date on
yesterday.

He did it.

All this thing about young girls.

Seems to check out.

I spoke to both his erstwhile buddies.
They said the same thing.

So, I know it looked promising, but I've
got a feeling we should ditch it,

probably.

Barking up the wrong tree.

Funnily enough, I've just come to the
exact opposite conclusion.

I draw your attention to page 197 of the
Observer's Book of Frogs.

What's happening?

Has he been charged?

He's not in there to keep the seat warm.

Do you want to speak to him?

I just came to collect one or two
things.

Would that still be possible?

This is all yours.

They've taken him.

As we knew they would.

God help them. Without a shred of proof,
of course.

Where do we go from here?

I think the back gate's as good a place
as any.

Yes, Miss Faraday? I was looking for my
hairbrush.

I used to keep... What is this? I
thought you'd... Not quite, Miss

But never fear, an arrest will be made
very shortly.

Though it sticks in the craw to admit
the press had any hand in this, I'm

it's down to our friend here.

We're now seeing this business in a new
light.

Go on, you're dying to tell them.

Is she?

Well, you can all stay to listen.

I'm off.

Yeah, you don't tend to hang about, do
you, Francine?

Same as when your husband -to -be was
suspected of murder.

You were off like a bullet.

So wonderful to have faith in the one
you love.

Oh, please.

You think any woman alive would take his
word for it, after what happened?

Well, of course they wouldn't.

And that's exactly what you were banking
on, Mr and Mrs Flowers, when you

engineered this whole affair.

I beg your pardon.

Not mine to grant, unfortunately.

I don't imagine a judge would be too
lenient either after what you've done.

We've stood full square behind Roy from
the word go.

Yes.

I don't think believing in someone's
innocence when you're the one that

him quite counts as loyalty, does it?

Why on earth would he want to frame Roy?

To get rid of the one person who was a
threat to your income.

The logic of shelling out millions of
pounds every year to people who had sex

with trees was a bit lost on you, wasn't
it?

Roy's interest in the creed was on the
wane.

Of course, once you were married... Oh,
dear.

Serious cash flow problems.

So, she had to be scared off.

Sharpish. Are you saying this was like a
trick?

To set me up?

Like all the best tricks, it was
blindingly simple, in theory.

and fantastically elaborate in practice
but then to a bunch of people building

an ark in their back garden all things
were possible

staging the break -in

and putting him out with the easy bit

an

hour later he comes around to find he's
trapped inside the white room

He remains fully conscious for the rest
of the day, during which the only thing

that comes to the door is a small, red
-bellied frog.

At the same time, a teenage girl, not
noted for her frog -like appearance, is

seen entering the door from the outside
by a bunch of boys at the back gate.

There's no way it adds up.

until he realised the whole thing was a
classic piece of misdirection, which

relied upon us all making one very false
assumption, that in both versions of

events, we were talking about the same
door.

Shame you couldn't have followed that
frog, Roy, as it hopped back outside.

i think you'd have been impressed by the
handiwork of the drones down at hulk's

belly farm god knows how long it took
them to come up with an exact replica of

the room down to every last detail but i
think we can assume months of planning

and careful preparation when you went
around

sifting

through the fan mail for a suitable
candidate and forging the letter that

bring her here

Tracy Cook was instructed to call at the
back gate at four o 'clock.

Because you knew there'd be plenty of
witnesses then to watch her going in.

Inside, I don't know, she's told us to
change her plan.

Roy's going to meet her at the farm.

Whatever, it's whisked up out the front
to be hidden away somewhere.

All this time, Roy's been sitting in
what he thinks is his own back room,

jotting down songs.

Of course, the one thing you couldn't
duplicate was the handcuffed speakers

Africa. But that's no problem, you just
took them with you.

Finally, it gets dark.

Roy nods off.

And that's when you pull the second
switch, making sure he won't wake up on

way.

And back he goes into his own room,
along with the speaker cabinets, which

know ended up the wrong way round.

As compromising set -ups go, it was a
gem.

The man's convicted by his own honesty,
while you lot leap about in his defence

to keep the handouts coming.

Well, you've got a colourful
imagination.

And you've got a colourful frog.

Lots of them, we reckon?

Where's my little book?

Look familiar?

The Anasazi River Toad.

Much prized by the Indians of New Mexico
and many others for its narcotic

secretions.

Quickest way to get a fix, basically, is
to put it in your mouth and suck.

Being careful not to overdo it.

Well, you end up like poor old Toby.

That's what joined it all up, I have to
say.

If these frogs were being bred on a
commune at Hogsbelly Farm, how the hell

one of them appear at these French
windows nearly 15 miles away?

Unless they had gone for a very long
walk or hitched a lift.

There was only one explanation.

They had never left the farm in the
first place.

And as ludicrous as it sounds, the
window and the room...

And Roy Pilgrim... had to be there as
well.

I'm sorry, I think my head may explode.
I can't take this in.

The lads are turning your place over
even as we speak.

You could save them time by telling us
where she is.

What the hell? Let them have fun.

Can we turn this down a bit?

So what were they going to do, do you
think? Just keep her locked up there

indefinitely?

Work in her mind.

A couple of years, a bit of
brainwashing.

She'll be one of them. It'll be the
birth time.

Anyway, thanks.

Again.

I'll talk to Barry about cutting you in
on this book when it's done.

What for?

I don't expect you to help me for
nothing.

Fair enough, then.

You'd take it as well, wouldn't you, you
penny -pinching bastard?

Do you know how much I make at the end
of the day from all this? Not very much,

compared with some people.

Compared with, say, a prostitute or
something.

But I'd rather do something I believe
in, actually. And if you want my

I think casual sex is a sign of a very
shallow personality. But there we are.

Have you been sucking a frog?

I beg your pardon?

or you won't miss the train. I better
hurry or I won't miss my train. What

of gibberish is that? Oh, Jonathan, stop
being clever.

For once.

And just go.

I get it.

That phone call you made to Sheena just
before we got in the car, she told you

that she spent last night at my place
and now you've got the hump. Who's got

hump? Because you think we slept
together.

Jonathan.

Whether or not you and Fina slept
together is your business and her

It's certainly none of my business.

Quite frankly, I have no desire to even
discuss the matter.

So if I said I'd rather poke red -hot
needles down my fingernails than poke...

It would be a matter of no consequence
to me whatsoever. In fact, I find that

extremely offensive and highly insulting
to my best friend.

Right.

I'll see you around then.

Yeah.