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CHILDREN CHANT: Tenet, Opera, Rotas.

Sator, Arepo, Tenet, Opera, Rotas.

Sator, Arepo, Tenet, Opera, Rotas.

Wolfsbane.

Aconitum napellus.

Picked at the time of the full moon.

Funeral bell mushrooms.

So poisonous you can't even touch them.

Morphine stolen from Dr Lambert.

Have one teaspoon and you'll sleep all day.

Have any more and you'll never wake up.

Deadly nightshade.

Magnesium.

Arsenic.

We all know what has to be done to Grandma.

BOTH: Mm-hm.

And we will do it.

But we must never, ever tell.

THUNDER CRASHES

INDISTINCT CHATTER AND LAUGHTER

Yes, I never thought I would be a children's author.

You know, I started life as a church organist.

My father was a deacon at our local church.

I was looking at the stained-glass windows

and some of the figures looked so small.

They inspired me to write stories about the Tiny People,

a family who want to help make the world a better place,

even though they're only three inches tall.

Or five centimetres, I should say.

My publishers made me change that.

INTERVIEWER LAUGHS

And, Miriam Crace,

300 million copies later...

Roland, why are you watching this?

It's Grandma's last interview.

You said you wanted something on the screen.

For the party.

I wouldn't call it a party.

It's the 20th anniversary of my mother's death.

It's not exactly an occasion for balloons and party hats.

A celebration, then.

Commemoration.

Whatever.

Have the invitations gone out?

Yeah, went out yesterday.

Well, I didn't see the final list.

Oh, I thought they'd been approved, Uncle Jonathan.

Did you invite Eliot?

Yes, of course I did. Why wouldn't I?

You really want me to answer that?

Well, you didn't tell me not to, so... Roland, why is it that

whenever I leave you to work on your own initiative I always regret it?

You know my feelings about your brother.

Well, I wasn't not going to invite him.

She was his grandmother too.

Well, let's hope he's busy.

FRONT DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

Oh. Are we going?

I am.

Eliot... Well, why would you want to go?

You never even met my grandmother.

And you know how I feel about her.

So why are you going?

Why shouldn't I?

I helped kill her.

SHE RINGS BUZZER

Katie! Hello!

Come in.

Go on, then.

What?

You want to know about me and Andreas.

Well, I... I wasn't going to ask.

It was my fault, not his.

I tried to like Crete, I really did.

And it's a lovely place, but...

..not for me.

Not to live in.

Plus I miss publishing.

What about Andreas?

He was so busy with the hotel we hardly saw each other.

He understood.

What will you do now?

Well, that's the good news.

I may have been offered a job.

Came through a headhunter, out of the blue.

Causton Books. Decent-sized independent.

Senior editor.

Hm.

How are you? Are you missing Suffolk?

Ah, no. No, not really.

I like Elstree.

And I've started seeing someone.

You didn't tell me!

Well, it's early days.

What's his name?

David. Uh-huh?

He's in finance. He's two years older than me.

Single?

Divorced. No children.

So when am I going to meet him?

Oh, it... Well, it's too soon for all that.

Oh, I forgot.

I've got you something.

Here you are.

CAT MEOWS

Katie, you haven't?

His name's Hugo.

Look, look... It's really kind of you, but I'm...

I'm just not a cat person.

He's four years old. He's a rescue.

Don't you think it's a bit cliche?

What are you talking about?

I'm on my own, I know that, but this tells me I'm on my own.

Just give him a try.

Well, I've committed to him now. I can't take him back.

Anyway, at least it means you won't have any mice.

Perhaps I prefer the mice.

He'll look after himself, I promise.

No, he won't!

# Oh, you think you're special You're a creature of habit

# I don't know what you're thinking It's becoming a pattern

# Looking for the smile Do anything to make them see... #

Not on the chair. Off!

Hi.

You can go through now.

Oh. Thanks.

Atticus Pund.

It's open.

I've buzzed you in.

Right.

Susan? Yes.

Hi. I'm Matthew Flynn.

Hi. It's great to meet you.

Oh, thanks for getting in touch. Not at all.

You come highly recommended. Ah!

Come on in. Thanks.

We have a situation that needs...

How can I put this? Careful handling.

That's intriguing.

HE CHUCKLES

It's a one-off book.

New writer. Well, relatively new.

But he needs a bit of guidance.

The idea is that you would work with him, help him.

This wouldn't have anything to do with Atticus Pund, would it?

Who... Who told you that?

It's just a premonition.

Well, you're right. It is.

What would you say if I told you we were going to publish

a new Atticus Pund detective story?

SHE CHUCKLES Well, since the only way Alan Conway

could write it would be via a Ouija board, I assume you mean

a continuation novel.

Exactly.

So who's going to write it?

Eliot Crace.

Eliot?!

You're not serious.

Mm-hm.

Was it him who recommended me?

No. No, no.

Ah, but he did mention you'd worked together before.

That's not quite true.

It was Charles Clover who commissioned him, not me.

The Dr Gee Mysteries.

They didn't do well. No.

Eliot wasn't a bad writer.

It's just the idea was the problem.

How would you feel about working with him again?

The last time I saw Eliot, he was an hour late

for the meeting and he was covered in blood.

He said he'd fallen off a bus.

THEY LAUGH

He hadn't washed for a week and he reeked of cigarette smoke.

Don't prejudge him.

He's married now. He's settled down.

Well, I suppose I could meet him.

Let me ask you a question, Matthew. And be honest.

Why Eliot?

I'd have thought that'd be obvious.

Miriam Crace?

His grandmother was the most successful writer

this country's ever seen.

The name Crace is a huge brand.

If only 1% of her fans buy Eliot's book,

it'll be a huge bestseller.

Well, it didn't work last time.

But this time it's Atticus Pund.

Hm.

Eliot. Oh. Sorry to keep you waiting.

Hi. That's OK.

Susan Ryeland, Eliot Crace.

Eliot, this is Susan. But of course you know each other.

Yeah. Hi, Eliot. How are you?

I'm fine, yeah. I'm really good.

It's nice to see you again. Mm.

Why don't I leave the two of you together, see how you get on?

Give me a call later, tell me what you think. Sure.

We are just through here.

Oh, right.

I hear you got married.

Yes. Congratulations.

Thank you.

What's her name?

Gillian.

She's a nurse. Oh, nice.

I couldn't believe it when Matthew said you were going to work

on my book. Well, I haven't necessarily agreed yet.

Well, you've started writing.

These are the first 10,000 words. Mm-hm.

What's the title?

Pund's Last Case.

It starts straight after Magpie Murders.

Set in Corfu.

Why Corfu?

My parents used to take me there on holiday.

SHE CHUCKLES

Yeah. Well...

Are you enjoying writing it?

Yeah.

Yeah, I am. But I'm quite nervous.

Yeah, that's understandable.

I just want it to be a success,

and it'd be so nice if, just for once,

one thing in my life....

..went my way for a change, and this book is...

I need to know if it's any good.

Mm. So who else has read it?

No-one.

No, just Gillian.

Well, look...

Why don't I read what you've written,

take a few notes, and then we can meet up again in...

..a day or so's time. Does that work for you?

Yeah, that would be brilliant.

Great.

Hm.

It's only a first draft.

Of course.

Leave it with me.

Thanks. Bye. Bye!

HE SIGHS

SHE GASPS

Not on the chair!

Shoo!

CAT MEOWS

You're not going to read it?

It's all right. Alan Conway hasn't written it.

HE SCOFFS

You think that'll make any difference?

I need to work. I have a mortgage on this flat.

It's not easy for someone of my age to get a full-time job.

You know, I've written in my book...

I wondered when you were going to mention

The Landscape Of Criminal Investigation.

There is something that exists,

which I call the inevitability of crime.

It's when two people meet. They may be friends.

They may have the best of intentions,

but there's something in the chemistry of these people

which, when it comes together, it takes them to places

that they do not want to go.

To violence,

even to murder.

And that's you and me?

But that is how it has always proved.

I don't know.

SHE SIGHS

VOICE OF ELIOT: "Pund's Last Case by Eliot Crace.

"Chapter One.

"The Greek Island of Kerkyra is known to the world as Corfu,

"and it is unique in the beauty of its olive groves and orange gardens,

"its perfect beaches and ancient villages

"with their cobbled streets and passageways.

"This was the homeland of Atticus Pund,

"the world's greatest detective,

"before his family emigrated to Germany.

"And it was to Kerkyra that Pund returned in what would be

"the last months of the illness that would end his life.

"In particular, he wished to see the town where his

"great-grandfather had been born."

INDISTINCT CHATTER

DISTANT SINGING

HE SIGHS

Kalimera.

SHE SPEAKS IN GREEK

Mm. Mmm!

Perfect.

Mm-hm.

SHE SPEAKS IN GREEK

Thank you!

You mustn't tire yourself, Mother.

Don't fuss me, dear.

Mr Pund!

Oh...

THEY LAUGH

Lady Chalfont!

What brings you to Corfu?

Oh, I'm here for my health.

Oh, would you believe it? So am I!

Or, rather, my lack of it.

Ah, this is my daughter, Judith Lyttleton.

Mrs Lyttleton.

It's Dr Lyttleton, actually.

Oh. Judith is a doctor of archaeology.

And she should know a thing or two about it,

hanging around with an old ruin like me. Mother! Oh.

Mr Pund is the detective I've often mentioned to you.

He solved the murder of George Colindale.

I was a suspect.

On the contrary, Lady Chalfont.

You were of great assistance to me.

I can't believe I've run into you, of all people.

Will you have a drink with me?

No, Mother, we're expected for lunch.

Nonsense. Lunch can wait.

BELL CHIMES

The Lord must have answered my prayers, sending you here.

I very much need your advice.

You know I lost my first husband, Henry,

the 6th Earl Chalfont?

Yes, I read of it. I'm sorry.

Oh.

He was a good man.

Successful.

Rich.

It's thanks to him that I'm here.

He bought us our summer home on Corfu,

the Villa Belmar.

So you are here for the season?

My last season, Mr Pund,

or so my doctors assure me.

Oh... No, no, no, I'm... I'm happy.

I have my family around me.

And my second husband, Elmer Waysmith.

You did not take his name?

I like my title.

Why would I want to lose it?

And how did you meet Mr Elmer Waysmith?

Well, he's American, but he has a gallery in London.

He buys and sells Greek and Roman antiquities.

I was a customer.

He also advised me on my late husband's collection.

And you are happy together?

Mm. We are.

We were, but, erm...

..that's why I have to see you.

Erm, a week ago, when I was sitting in my bedroom at the villa...

..I overheard something that shocked me to the core.

Something relating to your second husband?

Yes.

Mm.

But, ah, I don't want to talk about it now.

You must come to the villa.

CAR HORN BEEPS

Hello, darling!

Hello, Mama.

Your chauffeur awaits!

I'm afraid that's my husband, Harry.

We should go.

But I haven't finished.

You know Maria gets upset if we're late for lunch, Mother,

and I'm sure Mr Pund has things to do.

Will you come for dinner at the weekend, dear Mr Pund?

Ah, the day after tomorrow.

I do want to talk to you.

I need your advice. CAR HORN CONTINUES BEEPING

I'm also here for my health, Lady Chalfont.

We have the best chef on the island,

and the villa is beautiful.

Shall we say seven o'clock?

CAR HORN BEEPS

How can I refuse?

Where are you staying?

The Xenia Hotel.

The Xenia? Yes.

Yes, yes, of course.

I shall send a car for you, although the roads are terrible.

Erm, Mr Pund...

Thank you. I...

I love my husband, but I can't tell you how much

this has been preying on my mind.

Yeah.

Darling.

CAT MEOWS

What do you want?

Are you hungry?

CAT MEOWS

Erm...

Tuna, tuna...

Tuna, tuna.

Hm.

CAT MEOWS

No tuna.

You've been a long time.

I was writing.

Did you see her?

Yes. She is reading it.

That's wonderful.

Eliot...

Erm, your father's here.

Don't lose your temper with him.

Please. He only wants to talk.

Eliot.

Hello, Pa.

You're looking well.

What are you doing here?

Well, I've come to see you.

Sit down, Eliot. I'll make you a coffee.

No, I don't want a coffee. Thank you.

Why didn't you call?

What? Well, I... I wanted to, ah, to see the house... Mm.

So you just thought you'd walk in?

Well, it is my house.

You've not looked after it.

Did you come with some decorating tips?

No, no, no. No. Erm...

I need to talk to you.

It's been two years.

Why now?

I'm afraid I have some bad news.

Your mother and I have come to a decision.

We're getting a divorce.

Why is that bad news?

Eliot! What? They walked out on me, Gillian.

They went to America and they never gave any of us another thought.

That-That's not true!

You know that.

I... I let you live here.

I-I talk to Roland and Julia all the time.

I've tried to support both of you!

That's not why I'm here.

Well, what, then?

I'm afraid I'm going to have to sell the house.

I-I've already been talking to estate agents,

and, erm, the first ones are coming next week.

THEY BOTH SIGH

Is that it, Pa?

You're putting us out on the street?

Out on the stre...? No.

Look, I've got no choice.

Your mum's kept the house in Miami.

I've... I've left my job, I've nowhere to live.

Unless I move in here with you.

No way.

Well, I knew you'd say that, so all I can do is sell the house

and give you some of the money to help you set up on your own.

Ugh. All of my life, all my life,

all you've ever done is hurt me.

You and Grandma. Eliot...

Just when things are going well for me, you come back,

you stick the knife in and you ruin everything.

I've said I'll help you. No, the only way that YOU could help me

is if you'd never been born.

Mmm!

CAT MEOWS

Yummy, yummy.

There.

Happy now?

Ah, right...

"The morning of that last day began as it always began

"at the Villa Belmar -

"with fresh bread and sunshine."

THEY SPEAK IN GREEK

"Breakfast had been laid for seven on the terrace.

"Due to her illness, Lady Margaret Chalfont

"seldom rose before midday.

"She would lie in bed enchanted by the view,

"while outside, her second husband, Elmer Waysmith,

"would read the day's news.

"Her eldest son, Jeffrey, the 7th Earl Chalfont,

"who was there with his wife and son, had no love of Corfu."

Why does Corfu have to be so hot all the time?

Because it's in Greece, Jeffrey.

I know where it is, Lola.

I just don't want to be here.

No, it is damn hot.

Definitely.

I hate it here.

No, Cedric, you don't.

Yes, I do.

I have no friends.

I'm bored.

Why do we have to stay?

Because that's what my father wants.

I only want what's good for Margaret.

She needed to be here, and you, all of you, might be

a little more sympathetic.

Her last summer.

We're all here, aren't we?

JEFFREY SIGHS

Look, ah, I have to go.

I have a meeting at the hotel.

A hotel! Really, Harry?

Last time I looked, it was a concrete skeleton.

It could be anything.

Thanks, Elmer.

Well, I warned you against it. You didn't listen.

I asked you for help.

You were the one who didn't listen.

Won't be long.

Be as long as you want, dear.

I'm working on my presentation.

Still going on about your scratchings

in the desert?

The Nazca Lines are one of the wonders of the world,

created more than 2,000 years ago.

The Peruvian government will destroy them

if we don't raise money for their protection.

Are they really scratched in the sand, Aunt Judith?

No, Cedric.

They were drawn with incredible mathematical precision.

I'm still waiting for an answer.

Remind me. What was the question?

The money.

Of course.

Money.

Money.

Money.

That's all this family ever talks about.

I'm going out.

Remember we're having lunch at Votsalo.

Haven't forgotten, Pa.

One o'clock. Don't be late.

And, Robert, bring the catalogue.

I want to see how you're getting on.

Why do you always let him boss you around like that?

Cos he's my father.

I am glad he's not mine!

CLEARS THROAT

Maria, I want my cigarettes. I left them in the drawing room.

Yes, sir.

"Later that morning, Harry Lyttleton made his way towards the hotel

"that he was building at Pontikonisi,

"close to the main capital.

"As Elmer Waysmith had said,

"the development was far from complete."

Hello, Kristos. Michalis.

Ah... Where is everyone?

They've gone home.

What...

Ah...

Well, shouldn't they be working?

They haven't been paid.

We want money.

Well, I've already given you 30% of what we agreed

and you haven't done anything.

We bought materials.

Brick, stone, concrete.

We've hired architects and engineers.

We've bought the licence and we paid the...

HE SPEAKS GREEK

Bribes.

We need more money to continue.

I...

I don't have any more money.

But I-I... I've told you. We have to get it finished.

We need tourists, guests.

You find more money, Mr Lyttleton.

You made promises.

Now you must keep them.

All right, all right, yes.

I may have some funds coming my way.

We're...

We're partners.

We're friends, you know. You don't have to be so...

..Greek.

Just... Just give me time.

Yes, this is Jeffrey Chalfont.

Can you hear me?

I can hear you.

What do you mean, it's broken? It's brand-new!

No. No, listen to me.

Listen. The Ferguson TEP-20 is absolutely top-of-the-range.

There isn't a tractor like it. That's what you told me.

You're the estate manager - deal with it!

That's absolutely out of the question...

# I'll fly Alitalia to Venice

# I'll let you know the moment that I land... #

And you can tell him from me... MUSIC CONTINUES LOUDLY

..I'll be back at the estate in three weeks, and if it isn't

up and running by then there'll be all hell to pay!

# I'm a gal who always loves... # Jeepers creepers!

# ..and everything in Italy... # Lola!

# ..is graaand! #

Are you going to make this racket ALL day?!

It's not a racket, Jeffrey. It's a song.

A beautiful song.

Two Girls In A Gondola. It will have the audience on their feet.

Stampeding for the exit.

Why do you have to be so horrible?

I've told you. You can't go back to the theatre.

Why not?!

Because I'm the 7th Earl Chalfont and you're my wife!

Anyway, what makes you think they'll give you the part?

They will when they know I am one of the backers.

I am meeting with the producers the moment we are back to London.

Buying your way back in!

I had a career once, Jeffrey.

Before I met you.

Remember Saint Joan?

You came back to the door three nights in a row

with flowers.

I got the wrong door!

Costas, start over!

I have good news for you, Robert.

We've had an offer for the wine bowl.

Lucas Dorfman rang me this morning.

Ah.

The calyx krater.

And how much will he pay?

Well, you tell me.

Well, it's a beautiful piece.

It's...6th century BC?

So...

It's double-handed, perfect condition.

$500?

Oh, God...

Five times that.

The calyx krater is a collaboration between the potter Euxitheos

and the painter Euphronios.

Do you have any idea how rare that is? It should be in a museum.

Maybe it was.

What do you mean by that?

Well, it came from Eric Werner.

Who bought it 30 years ago!

Robert, Eric is my partner.

I buy lots of things from him.

If you don't like my business, you don't have to stay in it.

Hey, hey, I... I didn't say that.

This catalogue you've written...

..The Parthenon Fragments.

I mean, you've given me dates, you've given me history,

but there's no...enthusiasm.

Hm?

Y...

You make 'em sound like rubble!

Hm.

Isn't that what they are?

They come from a building that represents

the heart of Western civilisation.

To own one of these, Robert,

they're like diamonds.

Mm.

Do they really mean so little to you?

Mm...

Pa, I...

I work for you cos I got nothin' else to do.

You work for me because there's nothing else you can do.

You have no talent as an artist.

You weren't suited to the law.

You should be grateful I've taken you on.

I am. Of course I am.

Well, you can show it by rewriting this.

CAMERA CLICKS

TYPEWRITER CLACKS

SHE HUMS TUNE

CLOCK STRIKES

KETTLE WHISTLES

KNOCK AT DOOR

Hello, Mama.

How are you feeling?

I'm feeling well, thank you.

Dear Jane!

Are you, erm...

Are you coming out for tea?

Yes.

Yes, I'd like that.

Let me give you an arm.

Ah, Mama.

Is Elmer coming?

I don't think so. I haven't seen him since breakfast.

Oh!

Oh, dear, oh, dear. We're going to be late.

We're just a few minutes away.

She said four o'clock.

You should've told me the time.

I did try, Mr Lambrose, but you were on the telephone.

You should've interrupted me, Sofia.

Lady Chalfont is a very important client.

I know. You have the will?

Of course.

Is Cedric joining us?

I doubt it.

In a world of his own, that boy.

Where's Lola?

Learning her lines.

Her new play.

Mm.

SHE EXHALES

It's very hot today.

Here we are!

Six minutes late.

We can blame the traffic.

GASPING

Ma?

Mother?

Nai? We have an appointment with Lady Chalfont.

Today?

Four o'clock.

Lady Chalfont say nothing to me.

You know who I am. Hector Lambrose.

I am here on a matter of some urgency,

as requested by Lady Chalfont.

Maria! Nai?

Maria! Nai?

Oh, my God, Mr Lambrose!

Erm, you've got to call the police.

And an ambulance. It's...

It's Lady Chalfont.

She's dead.

PHONE RINGS

Susan? Elaine?

I know I shouldn't have rung you, and I'm probably the last person

you want to hear from, but I...

I really need to speak to you.

Can we meet?

Are you going to turn me in?

You realise they'll send me to prison - I'll get life.

I won't come out.

Yes, Charles, that's what happens when you commit murder.

I thought you might make some allowances.

As you yourself said, we've known each other for a long time.

It seems I didn't know you at all.

PIANO ARPEGGIO PHRASE

Hello, Susan. Hi, Elaine.

Thank you for coming.

Come in.

You haven't changed the doorbell.

No, that's Charles playing his favourite Bach prelude.

You must hear it every day.

Many times.

I'm glad to see you, Susan.

SHE REMEMBERS: I gave you a chance... No!

You should've taken it!

It's been a while.

How did you know I was back in the country?

Eliot told me.

Eliot Crace?

You're still in touch with him?

Oh, yes, we're quite close.

I met him when he was writing the Dr Gee books all those years ago

and we've been friends ever since.

He's the reason I had to see you.

Elaine... I know how difficult it must be for you being here,

but let me say what I have to say.

Then you can go if you want to and never speak to me again.

I'll completely understand.

I am so ashamed about what Charles did.

I make no excuse for him.

He killed Alan Conway,

his number one bestselling author,

and when you found out about it he tried to hurt you too.

Hurt me?!

He knocked me out

and left me in a burning building.

I'd say he had rather more on his mind than that!

It makes me sick to think about it.

But if it's any consolation...

..he also took everything from me.

My retirement, my reputation, my friends.

Everything that mattered.

We both suffered because of him.

During the trial, you never reached out to me.

I saw you every day and you never said a word.

I wasn't allowed to.

You know that.

The lawyers wouldn't let me come near.

And afterwards?

Afterwards, you went to Crete.

I would never ask you to forgive Charles for what he did.

Maybe you can forgive me.

I didn't blame you for anything, Elaine.

I didn't know he'd killed Alan. He never told me.

Do you still see him? Of course.

I'm still married to him.

I still love him.

I can't help it.

You were together a long time.

30 years.

You wanted to talk about Eliot Crace?

Eliot, yes. I'm very worried about him.

Has he talked to you about Marble Hall?

It's where Miriam, his grandmother, lived.

Somewhere near Salisbury. Devizes.

Charles used to go there quite often.

He worked on her last two books.

And that's how he met Eliot.

Eliot was only about 12 years old at the time,

but he already had his heart set on becoming a writer.

Charles helped him.

And his grandmother didn't?

His grandmother destroyed him.

Whatever you may have heard about her, Miriam Crace was a monster.

She was cruel.

She was vindictive.

She had the whole family under her thumb and she ruined Eliot's life.

Charles never said anything. He wasn't allowed to.

They made him sign an NDA.

Anyone who went anywhere near her had to do the same.

But Eliot told you? Yes.

I'm worried about him.

You don't know how much this new book means to him.

He's thrilled you're going to be his editor.

No, no. I-I-I haven't agreed to it yet.

Please say you will. Eliot isn't himself right now.

He's fallen out with his brother, Roland,

and the two of them were inseparable when they were young.

I think it's because of the book.

Please say you'll do it.

I just need to know that there's someone on his side.

A murderer takes one life but destroys so many more.

I have often wondered whether such a man

could ever be deserving of our sympathy.

I don't care about Charles.

But Elaine and I were friends, and she's right -

none of this was her fault.

She still loves him.

Well, I think that does her credit.

Anyway, this isn't about Charles or Elaine.

It's Eliot that I want to help. I feel like I owe him.

He failed last time, but I like what he's written so far.

And if I could just get to know him a bit better...

Of course you can know him better. But...

..will you like what you find?

OWL HOOTS

BELL RINGS

JULIA: Eliot, come on. You're going to be late.

ELIOT: I'm trying! I'm trying! EDWARD: Eliot, get changed!

I'm coming! You can't let Grandma see you like that.

I'm coming, Father.

OWL HOOTS

WINE POURS

More wine, Mother?

No!

I know when I've had enough.

I, er...I spoke to the BBC today. They want you to go on Parkinson.

Mm?

What's Parkinson?

Michael Parkinson.

12 million people watch his show.

Well, I don't.

And you're not in charge yet, Jonathan.

Where's your mother?

I-I-I told you she had business in, um...London.

Her business...is to be here.

She's your wife.

She shouldn't be gallivanting around behind your back.

Is she avoiding you?

Edward, I'm talking to you.

No.

You're never together.

Never.

Are those new glasses, Julia?

Yes, Grandma.

They're even worse than the last ones.

MIRIAM CHUCKLES

They make you look like Clark Kent.

He was Superman.

Only when he took them off.

And don't answer back, Roland.

Stop staring, Eliot, and eat your dinner.

CHILDREN: Sator, Arepo...

Come on, let's go! ..Tenet, Opera...

THUNDER RUMBLES

..Rotas.

Sator, Arepo, Tenet, Opera, Rotas.

We all know what has to be done to Grandma. Mm-hm.

And we will do it.

THUNDER RUMBLES

But we must never...ever...

..tell.

THUNDER CRACKS AND ROLLS

SHE GAGS

SHE GROANS

THUNDER RUMBLES

SHE GROANS

BUZZER

SHE MOANS

THUNDER RUMBLES

HE SWALLOWS HEAVILY