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(Theme song)

I didn't hear you arrive.

-How wonderful to see you.

You look really well.

-Oh, so do you.

-It's all the fresh air she's
getting nowadays.

-You must be Rosemary.

I'm Julia.

-Sorry.

Rosemary Boxer, this is my
very old friend and chief

bridesmaid, Julia Moore.

-It's so nice to meet you.

Laura's been telling me
so much about you.

Only the good things,
of course.

-Oh, don't worry.

She has had her moments.

-One hopes she'll
have some more.

Now, do you want to unpack
first, or see the gardens?

-Oh, the gardens, definitely.

-Laura?

-Yes, why not?

-Come on, then.

We'll go through
the passageway.

It saves traipsing through
the house.

-What a lot of tools.

-What a lot of bottles.

-Just chain Rosemary and
Laura through to the

Back gardens, Jeremy.

-Why not come through
the flat?

It's much quicker.

We don't mind, eh, Marcia?

-Oh, no.

I know you don't want us tramping
through with our muddy feet.

-He seems rather nice.

-Jeremy?

He lives underneath.

With Marcia.

In the garden flat.

They moved in a year ago.

Both on their second
marriages.

Look, girls, you must look up
properly, or you'll get it in

the neck from the residents.

It's a private garden, and
they like it like that.

The only access is through the back
garden, or through this Passageway.

The residents association agreed
to have a key cut for you.

Very reluctantly, so for god's
sake, don't lose it.

-I feel humbled.

-Ah.

Isn't this delightful?

-Impressed?

-Very.

No wonder you want to
prove yourself.

Can't wait to get started.

-Let's go and find
May Beacham.

She's the [inaudible].

-When Julia first told us about
this job, she said you

were very fond of the story
of orpheus and eurydice--

-Oh, yes, it's such
a romantic tale.

[Singing, trailing off]

I don't know all the words.

Oh, it was Ronnie's
favorite opera.

He said it was the greatest
love story of them all.

Apart from ours.

-Ronnie was chair of the
garden committee, for--

well, forever, really.

-And no one worked harder
than Ronnie to

keep it looking good.

-Well, I hope you like the plans
that we've come up with.

All right, here we go.

Laura, will you hold--

-Mm-hmm.

-Well as you know, orpheus and
eurydice are in love, and

blissfully happy, and this
represents them together in

heaven-- the upper world.

-And now this is lots of whites,
and pale colors, to

represent purity and goodness,
set off with some lavender

tones, and some deep,
dark blues.

-Deep, dark blues-- oh, Ronnie
would love that.

He was a lifelong Chelsea
supporter.

[Laughter]

-Then, as you know, Eurydice
is bitten by a snake, and dies.

And the she goes down into the
underworld, which is this area here.

-Now that's where the
strong reds come in.

And some vibrant yellows
and oranges.

-And then, of course, orpheus
persuades king pluto to allow

him to take her back up into
the upper world, on the

condition that he doesn't
look 'round--

-Unison:--and he does.

-And he's lost her forever.

-Anyway, what d'you think?

-Oh, I love it.

And Ronnie would, too.

-Well, great.

Right.

Well I'm glad, 'cause we'd
like to start right away.

Eh, Laura?

Laura?

Helena.

-You can talk to her later.

-The question is, will
she talk to me?

Right.

Here we are, Rosemary, I'm going
to leave you to heaven,

And I am off to the
underworld.

-She knows Helena?

-She's her mother.

I found her a bedsit at number
75, when Laura and her husband

Nick were splitting up.

Helena was in shreds.

-Apparently she was in a
dreadful state, I gather.

-Well we'll leave
you to get on.

And don't forget, drinks
at my place at 6:00,

by way of welcome.

I've asked Matthew and Helena.

I hope that's all right.

I'll pop your luggage
into the spare room.

-Oh thank you.

-[Speaking latin]

Mens sana in corpore sano, eh?

-If you say so, may.

Haven't a clue what she's
on about, but it sounds

impressive.

-You know exactly what
I'm on about.

How you feeling now?

-Right as rain.

The doc says that jogging's
good for me.

But if the blood pressure
doesn't get me, the knees will.

Oh, well.

-I hope you and Marcia'll come
to my drink [inaudible].

-I'll be the one on water.

-Brave man.

He's had a valiant struggle
with the drink.

-Not to mention a
dodgy ticker.

-Could be worth all
the back ache.

-For you, maybe.

Personally, I prefer
it the way it is.

Ah, Pearson--

-Elliott.

-That damned light of yours
came on again last night.

Why anyone needs 1,000 watts
shining on their back garden

is quite beyond me.

-It's there to put
off intruders.

It's a security light.

The clue is in the title--

-Really.

And were you intruded upon?

-As it happens, no.

-No.

So it's just a nuisance.

I'd like to be able to see the night sky
without your light wrecking it.

So get it sorted, you
insensitive prat.

-You can't talk to
me like that--

-as long as you keep blinding me
with that bloody thing

I'll talk to you any bloody
way I see fit.

-Oh.

Well, that's the
worst bit over.

Digging beds.

I hate digging beds.

[Cellphone ring tone]

Well Ronnie Beacham must
have been well loved

to deserve all this.

-Ronnie Beacham doesn't deserve to be
remembered any more than a worm.

-(Softly) Oh.

[Ring tone continues]

-He's a cheery chappy,
isn't he?

And I saw Jeremy and some chap
earlier have terrible row

over a security light.

-I hope they're a little more
friendly at Julia's do.

[Ring tone continues]

Do you hear that?

Why doesn't somebody
answer it?

It's been ringing for ages.

Oops.

Nearly party time.

-Look.

That is so clever.

-Help me with this.

Doorbell.

-No-- that's so undignified.

-You'd think he hadn't got two ha'pennies
to rub together, looking at him.

But you'd be very wrong.

-What do you mean,
mr. Elliott?

-Worth a bundle, is henry.

-Who we talking about?

-Henry vogel.

Laughing boy.

-I think that's the pot
calling the kettle.

You could be a right old
grouch yourself.

-I don't know what you mean.

-Oh, look.

Oh.

Here goes.

Hello, darling.

-Hello, mom.

Sorry 'bout this.

I'm on duty later.

-Oh.

-Hello, Rosemary.

-Hello.

Introduce me, darling.

-Izzy.

My mother.

-Helena's told me
a lot about you.

-I can imagine.

-I doubt it.

I need a drink.

-At least she's talking to me.

-Yeah.

-No.

I thought he might
be here already.

-Is something the matter?

-Marcia's worried.

She can't find Jeremy.

-Oh, he, he was out
running earlier.

-Well he should've
been back by now.

I'm probably just
being paranoid.

But I'm, I'm really worried.

I keep trying his mobile--

it's ringing, but there's
no response.

-His mobile.

-He always takes it with him.

-Um, we'll just go and have
a scout around that site.

You keep trying his mobile.

-See, I know Helena was upset by
the break up, but I thought

she was the generation that
believed in closure, and

moving on, and all that.

-Seems to be coming
from over there.

[Ring tone continues]

Does she see a lot
of her father?

-Who, nick?

-Mm.

-Why?

You think he's turning
against me?

-It's possible.

-Anything's possible
with that rat bag.

Oh--

Rosemary--

[Ring tone continues louder]

This-- is he--

- --dead.

Yes.

Very.

-Ok.

Thanks.

[Whimpering in background]

-Nothing suspicious, then?

-Apparently not.

The di said there are
no marks on him.

The doctor reckons it's
probably his heart.

-May Beacham said he
had heart trouble.

-[Inaudible].

-Seemed like such a nice man.

-Yeah, but jogging with
an iffy ticker--

asking for it, I'd say.

-Is there anything I can do?

-Oh, my head--

-Shall I get a pain killer?

-Try the bathroom cabinet.

It's the first door
on the left.

-Right.

-What am I going to
do without him?

[Sound of distant sirens]

-Beat abuse, it's called,
and it's for alcoholism.

-Oh.

You did have a good
old rummage.

-I never could resist the
bathroom cabinet.

-How come you know about this,
um-- this-- what's it called?

-Beat abuse.

My darling uncle clyde
was on it for years.

He drank for england--
and won.

-See?

Not just one thing
you're good at.

-It's a form of aversion
therapy.

Thing is, if you're on it, you
have a drink, you throw up, so

eventually you associate having
a drink with vomiting.

-Ooh.

-Matthew's off.

-Oh--

I'll go and say goodbye.

-How is Marcia?

-The same.

Exhausted, poor thing.

-I don't know how she's
going to cope.

They were such a
loving couple.

-Well it's good you're
so close.

-Yes.

I'd do anything for her.

-While you and Rosemary are here,
please sort things out with Helena.

-Takes two to tango, Matthew.

-I don't know what the problem
is, but she won't

talk to me about it.

Please try.

-She was always the
stubborn one.

You were always the
peacemaker.

Ah, well, I'll keep trying.

Are they, um-- are they finished
outside, with the--

-they took his body away
a couple minutes ago.

-Rosemary found some medicine
downstairs, and it seems he

had a bit of a drinking
problem.

-That would make sense.

They found his water bottle
at the scene.

But it didn't contain water.

-Oh.

It was full of neat vodka.

-That was uncle clyde's
secret tipple.

It's clear--

And your breath doesn't smell
like a distillery.

Mind you, Julia said that
she thought he'd

finally beaten it.

-What about all those empties
he was putting out this morning?

-Well that could have been
entertaining, couldn't it?

He wasn't trying to hide them.

And he said to Julia,
about tonight,

I'll be the one on water.

-No, he must've started drinking
again, and the

jogging was just an excuse
to go for a tipple.

Or could there've been a bad
reaction to those pills,

Those, um--

-Beat abuse.

-Mm.

And could that have started
a heart attack?

-Well I don't know.

If he was back on the bottle,
why would he take beat abuse?

Certainly knowing the effect
they would have,

and with his heart condition?

-Poor man.

Just couldn't stay away
from the drink.

-If it was me, I'd take my bottle and
find a quiet corner of the garden.

I wouldn't take beat abuse,
and I wouldn't go jogging.

-(Sighing) bloody fool.

[Sound of Rosemary snoring]

[Distant creaking sound]

-I had a boyfriend once,
whose mother died

when he was very young.

It was a terrible shock.

And the day after her funeral,
he bought himself a pair of

shoes a size too small, and
was hobbling around.

They were crippling him.

-Well what on earth did
he do that for?

-So that the lesser pain would
mask the greater one.

Now-- no, all right maybe that's
a lot of psycho babble,

but perhaps Helena is taking it
all out on you instead of

Dealing with the main issue,

which is her
parents splitting up.

(Despairing) Ohh.

-Go and talk to her.

Come on.

Give me that.

And go and talk to her.

Go on.

-Good piece of timber, that.

Fruit wood, I'd say.

Um, apple, or-- or pear.

Yeah, probably an early
perry variety.

Victorians planted
a lot of those.

Look, I'm just going to keep
witching on till you speak, so

you might as well give in.

-Laura.

Didn't know you were here.

-Just chatting.

To Helena.

-Well, um--

You must have a lot
to discuss.

Don't let it get you colder.

-Seems very sweet.

Look, if you won't talk to
me, at least tell me

it is you're carving--

-it's called my mother is
a two-timing bitch.

Wh-- what did you call me?

-Well what else would you call
someone who has an affair with

her husband's best friend?

-Who told you that?

Your father?

Look, if he's making accusations
like that,

I have a right to know.

Helena.

-Might've been.

-And you believed him?

-Well why not?

-Because it's absolute
bollocks--

-and why should I believe you?

-Because I have nothing
to gain by lying.

But he's trying to justify the
fact that he dumped me for a

piece of skirt that's young
enough to know better.

My god.

He always could twist you
round his little finger.

-[Inaudible]

'Morning, May.

-Morning, Rosemary.

Any news of Marcia?

-No, she was still sleeping
when we called on her.

-Well at least she's not thinking
about Jeremy while she's asleep.

-Oh it's very sad, isn't it?

-Mm.

And she's had so much
sadness in her life.

She lost her first husband
too, you know--

-No.

-Car accident in France.

Awful business.

-Oh-- some people have
such bad luck.

-Oh my goodness.

-Bloody hell.

Oh well this is awful.

Do you get many vandals
in the gardens?

-No, not at all-- the gardens
are locked all the time, and--

and certain people make a point
of keeping an eye on things.

-We seem to have been
vandalized, mr. Elliott.

-My god.

It's just one thing
after another.

First Jeremy Pearson,
and now this.

-Well at least you won't be
worried by Jeremy's light anymore.

-Well there's no need
to use that tone.

-Sorry--

I just think you should show
a little more concern, that's all.

-Don't tell me how to behave.

And dead or not, Pearson's
light was on

yet again last night.

-Lucky we hadn't started
planting, or those vandals

could have done some
real damage.

-Vandals, or vandal?

Singular?

-Do I detect a theory
coming on?

-I was just thinking.

Vogel was really cheesed off
about the work that we were

doing here, and he was probably
in the garden when

Jeremy was killed yesterday.

-You don't think he
had anything to

do with it, do you?

-Well--

Just thinking.

-Yeah, but that mr. Elliott--

he was out here, too.

I mean, he had a real old
go at Jeremy earlier--

-that doesn't mean he
wanted him dead.

-No.

-Ah, well.

Makes you wonder though,
doesn't it?

-Hm?

-Have a cup of tea
and budge up.

-Oh-- what's this?

Are we out of biscuits?

-That is a smooth ink cap.

And there's something very
interesting about it.

-Really?

What?

-I don't know.

I can't remember.

Wish I could.

Beginning to annoy me.

Drinking sherry out of
a red plastic bucket?

Such sophistication.

-As if I would drink
out of a bucket.

-Laura.

What are you doing?

-I am drinking sherry.

And then I'm going to pop this
beat abuse tablet from

the bottle you found in Marcia's
bathroom cabinet,

And see what happens.

-Are you crazy?

-Relax.

It's not going to kill me.

-(Flummoxed) no,
I think that--

I don't mind about that.

I don't want you throwing up all
over the bedroom carpet.

Very unattractive.

Anyway, these are five
years out of date.

-Might still work.

-No, no--

That's not the point.

Anyway if you were Jeremy, and
you were trying to kick the

bottle again, at least you'd
go and get a fresh

prescription, wouldn't you?

-Hm.

I suppose so.

But, if it wasn't the beat
abuse that killed him,

what was it?

And why did he take
whatever it was?

-More to the point--

was he aware that he was
taking whatever it was?

[Sound of Rosemary snoring]

Is that you, mr. Elliott?

[Sound of hasty footsteps
retreating]

[Shivered breath]

[Creaking noise outside]

-Are you sure it was him?

-No, I'm not sure.

I'm just saying it could've
been mr. Elliott.

-Oh I don't believe it, I don't
bloody well believe it--

-I know.

You don't have to believe it.

I'm only saying--

-No, look--

Ahh.

No, not again.

After all that work.

What's going on, Laura?

-(In frustration)
I wish I knew.

-What goes there?

Return of the vandals, eh?

-Were you out star gazing
last night, mr. Elliott?

-Indeed I was.

Watching a partial lunar eclipse,
in perfect, wonderful darkness.

-Bully for you.

-It has to be someone in
one of these houses.

We locked the gate-- no one
could have got in there.

-Time to bring out the
big guns, I think.

If the vandal comes back tonight,
I'll be waiting for him.

Don't worry, ladies.

I know jujitsu.

Your flowers are
in good hands.

Ha!

Ahh--

-Action man.

-I think I know who did this.

-Oh?

Who?

-My husband Ronnie.

-May.

Ronnie's dead.

-Yes, I know.

But I believe that when you
die, your souls just creep

into the next room and
watch what you're

doing here on earth.

Ronnie didn't approve of
idolatry when he was alive.

Maybe he objects to all this.

-Oh, how can he object
to you commemorating

your love for him?

-Well--

I'll see you girls later.

-(Whispering) Do you get
the feeling she's

not telling us something?

-Distinctly.

Right.

She's had time to think
over what I said.

-Hello, Julia.

You know, I've never met Laura's
ex, but the more I

know about him, the
less I like him.

-I never talk to him.

-No mind.

-Not nearly good enough
for Laura.

-No.

How's Marcia?

-Oh, she seems a
little better.

-May was saying that she lost
her first husband, too.

-In France.

He drove his car off the road.

I came to tell you that, um--

an estate agent will be popping
in to give evaluation.

-You're selling the house?

-Well, it seems the
right time.

Marcia's going, and it's
far too big for me.

-You're very, very good.

-Nice if I'd been able
to get my degree.

I was all set for my finals,
and then wham--

my family implodes.

Didn't exactly help, you know.

-Wasn't much fun
for me, either.

Life gets messy, Helena.

We just have to get through
it as best we can.

(Sigh) look--

I would like us to be friends.

But I'm not going to beg.

You know how I feel.

Now it's up to you.

-Mom?

-Ohh--

-Dad told me you and harry
french had been-- you know.

-What-- that it?

Me and old halitosis harry?

Give me a bit of credit.

No.

I did go and see him, but just to find
out what your father was up to.

-And he used that to try 'n
poison things between us.

-Well, wouldn't've
been difficult.

We haven't exactly been close
the last couple of years.

-Been a bit not myself,
I guess.

Izzy says I've been selfish.

It's true, isn't it?

-Oh--

How did you meet Izzy?

-He was painting.

-What, canvas?

-No.

On walls.

Julia had the place done
from top to bottom.

He was there for weeks.

It's huge.

-What, she's only
got two floors.

-No.

Julia owns the whole house.

-Oh.

And I never knew that.

-And now she's selling it.

Having had it completely
redecorated.

Makes you wonder.

-What?

-Well, it's almost as if she
knew that Jeremy and Marcia

were going, and planning
it, perhaps.

Look, I don't mean
to be rude, but--

how well do you know her?

-Well, we were really good
friends for years when we were

young, but--

well we lost track
for a while.

She's been wonderful with Helena
since nick and I have

been going through
the wringer.

You don't seriously think she
had anything to do with that

poor chap's death, do you?

-No, but she knew about his
drinking, and she had access

to the flat and the
beat abuse.

-Oh, but why on earth would
she want him dead?

-To sell the house for a
great deal of money.

-No.

No, if there's any foul
play involved,

it's to do with Elliott.

He and Jeremy were
daggers drawn.

-You don't kill somebody over
a piffling security light.

-Men have died for less.

-There's the estate agent,
about the house.

-Ugch.

Call me an old fusspot
if you will.

But I just hate it when people
leave gates open.

-You're an old fusspot.

[The gate creaks]

-That's it.

-What?

-That's the noise I've been
hearing at night.

This gate-- opening
and closing.

-Opening and closing.

(Draws breath) that might've
been why the

light kept going on.

Somebody was coming through
here, and setting it off.

Oh, look.

Another smooth ink cap.

-Have you remembered what it was
you forgot about smooth ink caps?

-No.

But I know it was important.

(Realizes) Fungus Ferguson.

-What?

Who?

-My old mycology professor.

I may be some time.

Carry on as if I'm not here.

-Laura?

What're you doing?

-Just admiring the garden.

Very pretty.

Good selling point.

Oh dear.

-I've just been to the place
you found Jeremy.

They say it helps.

But it doesn't.

Not really.

-Laura.

Hi.

I just wanted to give this
to mrs. Pearson.

It's the estimate for
the catering.

-Ah--

I'm having a few people back
after Jeremy's funeral.

-I work at the 24- hour deli
at notting hell gate.

Just give the manager a ring.

He'll sort everything
out for you.

-Thank you.

So kind.

-I'm just on my way
to see Helena.

-I'm so pleased that
you've made up.

-Oh, me, too.

I want to see that
sculpture again.

I had no idea she
was so talented.

-Mm.

She says sculpting is all
about uncovering.

As-- as you work, what's hidden
inside the raw material

Gradually reveals itself.

-Oh.

Just like being a detective.

[Chiseling sound]

-Hello.

I brought your mother.

-Hi.

-And she wants an update
on the sculpture.

-Thanks for helping Marcia.

She needs it.

-Right.

See you later.

-Ok.

-He's lovely.

How long have you
been together?

-Four months, three weeks,
and two days.

-Oh--

-Not that I've been counting.

Must be cozy, the two of you
in that tiny bedsit.

-We don't live together, mom.

We're not quite at
that stage yet.

-Sounds as if you
wish you were.

-Hurry up.

I know.

Oh--

I've decided.

I'm going to mount
a vigil tonight.

And if the vandal returns, I
am going to nab the bugger.

-What if he turns violent?

-Well that's a chance
I just have to take.

Something's got to be done.

Think about it.

This vandal is being
disrespectful to the memory of

my darling Ronnie.

-Well, in that case,
count me in.

-Me, too.

If that's ok.

-This is the college's
best claret.

Mm.

Now tell me--

What've you got to
say about this?

-Oh.

Caprinus atramentarius.

Smooth ink cap.

Mm-- decent example.

Where from?

-A garden in notting hill.

-Hmm.

-Quite surprising.

I thought the season was between
june and november.

-Yes, but these things can pop up
at any time, if the conditions suit.

-There is something unusual
about it, isn't there?

-Hm?

-I mean, it's driving me mad.

-I'm assuming perfectly
harmless.

Happily.

A little bland au naturel, but
quite good in a casserole,

with a good dollop of cream.

-Mm.

Nothing else?

-There is another thing.

-I, I knew it--

I knew it.

What is it?

-Have a drum roll.

And I'll tell you.

-(Whispers) this was
Ronnie's tent hat.

-British army, standard issue.

-He wore it to Normandy.

-At the landings.

-No, dear.

To keep the sun off his head
last time we were on holiday.

Got a bit eccentric in old
age, but I loved him.

-Well I'm glad you're
wearing it.

There's no sense in
taking chances.

-What's that?

[Sound of footsteps]

-Over there--

no, the other way--

[Shouts]

-Rosemary--

-Speaking.

-Ah--

Whew, you certainly had
a good evening.

-All in the pursuit
of knowledge.

Fungus--

-Ahh--

Helena?

Look--

-Someone else.

-Henry.

-I've done nothing.

-How can you call killing
a man nothing?

-I didn't kill him.

Dug up your precious flowers,
that's all.

But I didn't touch Elliott.

I'd no reason to.

-I don't believe you.

-I don't care whether you
believe me or not.

I wrecked a few plants,
that's all.

Look--

I'd just done one end, and
I was on my way to harrow

when I found him.

Dead.

-But you were standing over him
with a bloody great spade

raised above your head.

-I was scared.

The killer could've still been
around, for all I knew.

-These officers would
like to talk to you.

-Ugh.

You're all just wasting
your time.

-Well then why did you
keep wrecking the

work we were doing?

-Because her precious saintly
rummy was really just a

cheating, conniving rat.

-That was a long time ago.

-Not to me, may.

Not to me.

[Footsteps retreating]

-I owe you all an explanation.

-Go on.

-At the age of nineteen, I was
engaged to be married.

My fiance and I set a date,
and booked the church.

Two weeks before the wedding,
I went to meet the caterer.

And fell hook, line and
sinker for him.

-Love at first sight.

-And every sight until
the day he died.

The caterer was Ronnie.

And my fiance was henry.

He's never got over
it, poor thing.

He's loved me hopelessly
for 50 years.

-How romantic.

50 Years.

It's unbelievable.

-There's one thing I've
learned about love.

-And that is?

-That I know nothing
whatever about it.

Comes in all shapes and sizes.

Lands on you like a snowflake,
and melts away to nothing.

Drops on you from great heights,
and sticks like glue.

You never know when it's gonna
come, or what sort

you're gonna get.

-What sort did you
get with dad?

-The sort that's like being
dumped on by a passing pigeon.

Messy, and bloody
hard to shift.

-Just hope I've got
the best sort.

-Me, too.

-This is me.

-Oh--

I thought you'd gone home.

-And I came back.

Sit down.

I've learned something very
interesting about mr. Elliott.

-Apparently we were rather hasty
in blaming henry vogel.

-Really.

-The guys outside say
his spade was clean.

No blood, hair, nothing.

Plus, the injuries
don't match up.

They reckon it was something
hard and blunt.

-Well, if he didn't, who
else could've done it?

-That I can't answer.

But it certainly wasn't vogel.

-Mr. Elliott didn't bash
himself to death.

-That's for sure.

Right.

Now I am going.

-Oh good.

You can give me a lift
to notting hill gate.

-It's the middle of the night.

-I know.

Want to fetch something
for your sister.

-What?

-Izzy.

She needs company.

-Ok, mom.

Night.

-Night, Matt.

[Door opens and closes
off screen]

Oh.

That was quick.

Oh.

-I've just seen Laura.

She told me about Elliott--

I--

I can't believe it.

-Well you certainly chose
a good night to go out.

-I was having dinner with
friends in hampstead.

What an awful business.

-Shocking.

How was dinner?

-What?

Oh, well--

Very nice.

I'm thinking of moving
to highgate.

-Mm.

I thought it was hampstead.

-Well, they're very close,
[inaudible].

These people live right
on the border.

-Right.

Well, uh, um, I'm off to bed.

'Night.

[Approaching footsteps
off screen]

Laura--

Thank god.

-What are you doing?

Were you hiding behind
the door?

-I--I didn't know who it
was, sorry, sorry.

But, but--

I do know now the thing
that I'd forgotten.

About smooth ink caps.

-Oh-- your old professor
gave you the answer.

-Yes.

After a rather nice
bottle of claret.

-Ah, the sacrifices one
has to go to in

The pursuit of knowledge.

What was it?

-Rather spiffy [inaudible].

Sorry.

-Rosemary, just now, behind
the door, who

did you think I was?

-Julia.

-You still suspect her?

-D'you know differently?

[Sound of squeaking gate]

-Ahh--i do now.

Right, i, um--

borrowed these from Julia.

Come on.

You can tell me what Fungus
Ferguson said on the way down.

-Oh my god.

Izzy.

-That's who's been using
the garden gate.

-Better call the boys in blue.

-What the hell are
you two doing?

Izzy--

-I don't know where you think you're
going, but you won't get far--

-Oh, please.

Be hours before you're found.

By which time we'll
be miles away.

-Doesn't matter how
far you go.

They know you killed Elliott.

-I didn't mean to.

He grabbed me.

I--

I lashed out and caught
him with this.

-Murdered him, you mean.

-No, it was an accident.

Sort of.

-An accident?

Well, Jeremy wasn't an
accident, was it?

How long were you planning
that, Marcia?

-You don't know anything.

-I know he was a recovering
alcoholic.

I know that smooth ink
caps have the strange

characteristic of mimicking
the effects of beat abuse.

-Tell me, how did you
get him to eat them?

-Mushroom soup.

Why?

Do you want the recipe?

-No, thank you.

But I'm sure the police
would be interested.

-So you feed him the ink caps.

And then you fix his water
bottle, so that when he goes

running, he takes a swig and
gets a mouth full of vodka.

Which triggers a heart attack.

-He never really loved me.

He was only ever interested
in my money.

-Oh--

This was the insurance
payout from hubby

number one, I presume?

After the car accident--
if it was an accident.

-Did you know about
all this, Izzy?

-Marcia and I have no secrets.

It's time we went--

-Not yet.

-What?

-We can't just leave them.

-Are you sure you're
up to this, Izzy?

-Well of course he is.

Well he's murdered once
already, haven't you?

I mean, what's the difference?

-Don't listen to them--

-I didn't murder him.

It was--

-Go on.

-You--

You might have got
away with it.

If you'd covered your
tracks better.

These wood chips are from
Helena's sculpture.

I found them between the
garden at number

75, and this one.

Look at your shoes.

-What?

-Look at your shoes.

-You left a trail, you fool.

But come on, just
get on with it.

Let's get going--

-Heh--

Three deaths, Izzy?

Are you sure you want
to be part of this?

-That's what I'd like to know.

-Ohh--

Dammit--

-Julia--

-The upstairs door was open--

I heard everything they said.

I called Matthew.

-I was down the road
at Helena's office.

I went back when you told
me she needed comfort.

-I can't believe it.

Marcia.

-[Inaudible]

How lovely to see you--

-it's lovely--

-isn't it beautiful?

-It's so nice to see
every everybody.

Isn't it?

Thanks, darling.

Thank you, ladies
and gentlemen.

And thank you, Rosemary and
Laura, for the wonderful

floral designs, that will grace
these gardens for many

years to come.

I hope they remind us that love
is the enduring thing

that unites us all.

Orpheus doubted, turned, and
lost the love of his life.

Let's try not to make the
same mistake ourselves.

Now, I take great pleasure
in announcing--

-hang on, may--

beautiful as the new area is,
I thought it needed a

finishing touch.

I hope you all like it.

-Has it a name?

-Um--

Love and hope.

And it's dedicated to a
very special woman.

My mom.

-Well I think it's wonderful.

Ladies and gentlemen--

Love and hope.

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