All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries s17e08 The Cottage in the Woods.eng

- Hm. One finds a kind of
comfort in the woods.

- Indeed,

a sort of symbiosis with nature.

- Well, to be within nature,
one must learn to respect it,

lest it swallow you whole.

- Oh, please, Effie.
- Someone needs some wine.

- What?

- Oh.

- No.

- That's positively decrepit.

- It's not that bad.

I knew the Carmichaels
would only let me keep this

because it was worthless.

- That picture must have
been painted years ago.

Well, should we turn back?

- The carriage left hours ago.

- Ladies, look.

We're missing the best part.

It's beautiful here.

- Well... it is a lovely day.

- And we packed all that
wine and cheese.

- So much wine and cheese.

- I suppose the cottage does
have four walls and a roof.

- What else do we need?

- I think William snuck
some survival items in my bag.

- What is that?

- Oh, be careful with that.

It's capsicum expellant.

William made it
to ward off bears.

It sprays compressed pepper,
oil and air.

I imagine it would be
very painful.

- Will it work on
drunk men in the city?

- If it does,
then every woman

should carry some
in her handbag.

- Let's start with this.
- Ooh.

- Oh.

- No time like the present.

- To nature.

- That is two dollars
you owe me now, Effie.

- Good thing you're a lawyer.

- I will work off my debt
in your defence.

- What does that mean?

- It means that you
will undoubtedly

get arrested again, Julia.

- Here, Effie.
This'll make you feel better.

- What is that?!

Is that a real hand?!

- It would have been once.

- I brought it from the
morgue as a lark.

Don't worry. It's 'armless.

- Ugh...

You two spend far too much
time around dead bodies.

- Are you all right?

- I need your help!
There's a murderer out there!

Our Young Adventurette group
came out to the woods yesterday.

- What's a Young Adventurette?

- It is a new outdoor
adventure group for girls.

- I believe the organization
broke off

from the boys' outdoor group,
the Young Adventurers.

A flurry of girls showed up
and demanded to take part.

- Right. Now we have
our own troops.

- Where is the rest
of your troop?

- I don't know.

- What happened to you, Gemma?

- Where did the blood come from?

- This morning,

I went out to gather wood
when I found our troop leader,

Miss Townes, laying on the trail
covered in blood.

She was dead.

I tried to help, but...

- You've been very brave, Gemma.

- Could you show us where
Miss Townes is?

Maybe we could help you.

- I can't. I'm scared.

- You don't have to worry.
We'll be there to protect you.

And, besides, you can do it.
You're a Young Adventurette.

- All right.

- Do you think it could
have been an animal attack?

- It's most likely.

- She could also be mistaken.

That the troop leader
might not even be dead;

she could just be hurt.

- I can tell the difference.

She's dead. I'm not a fool.

There she is.

- This looks like a murder.

- Indeed.

- Oh, it must be the madman.

- The madman?

- The victim was bludgeoned
with a blunt object.

Holding a bouquet, no less.

- A rendezvous gone badly?

- Strange place for it.

- A Victor Lourde...

was released from Kingston
Penitentiary last evening.

- I suppose he was
better off in the pen.

- Who is this madman?

- I saw the shadow of a man

lurking amongst the trees.
Then he ran away.

- You saw someone
in these woods?

Why didn't your troop leader
lead you to safety?

- I told Miss Townes!

She said I was being hysterical.

- Where are the other girls?

- Well, the camp's
right over there,

although I don't see them.

They must still be
in the woods somewhere.

- We need to find them.

- Well, we can't leave
the body like this.

- We'll split up.

Louise and I will find
the other girls.

- Where did you last
see them, Gemma?

- They were headed
in that direction.

- Take Gemma with you.

Violet and I need
to examine the body.

Somebody's coming!

- Fern, Khristal, it's me!

- Oh, gosh, I was sure
you were the madman.

We were so terrified.

- We've come
to take you to safety.

- Don't worry.
They're going to help us.

- Thank goodness.

- I thought we might
die out here.

- Just like poor Miss Townes.

Miss Townes!

- Here, here, here.
Let me help you. Are you hurt?

- I am mortally wounded!

- She tripped on a root
and sprained her ankle.

- That's a pretty good splint
you have there.

Did you make it?

- That's Khristal's handiwork.

She's the only one from
the Toronto Young Adventurettes

to have earned herself
a medical badge.

Right, Khristal?

- That's impressive work,
Khristal.

You could be a fine
doctor someday.

- Can't be a doctor.

- She's shy.

- Let's get a move on
before this madman

character returns.

- I don't think I can walk.

- Well, looks like one of you
will have to carry her.

- Miss Hart will do a postmortem

when she returns on Tuesday.

Take a look at this.

- A love letter.

With instructions to meet behind
the Villacci factory.

And is this the writer?

- I would expect.

- What was Mr. Lourde
in prison for?

- Um, he ran his horse and buggy

onto the sidewalk after
drinking a pint of whisky.

- And that's worthy
of jail time?

- Oh! Thereby running over
a young woman and killing her.

- Well, could have mentioned
that first.

- Well, this is interesting.

In court, the dead woman's
sister vowed revenge.

- Maybe she kept her word.

- Julia.

The blade is clean.

- There's an inscription
on it...

- Oh. "Young Adventurettes."

- But this isn't the weapon.

- The blade is far too wide
to have made that wound.

I think we're looking
for a smaller blade,

like a folding knife.

- I think we need to move this
examination back to the cottage.

- How do you suppose
that we do that?

- Actually, I think William
may have packed me

just the thing.

- What in the Dickens
is this thing?

- William made it.

Apparently, it's for floating
on top of on the lake.

- What for?
- Ah...

For fun and relaxation,
supposedly.

- Huh. Poor Miss Townes
is having the first go.

- Indeed.

- Can you help me?
I've been lost for hours.

- Oh! Dear God.

- So, who are you, anyways?

- If you must know,
my name is Louise Cherry.

- The reporter?

- You know me?

- My father hates you.

Says you're a threat
to civilized society.

- I am that.

- Seven feet.

- Come again?

- You must be at least
seven feet tall.

- I'm only six foot!

- Only?

- You said you couldn't carry
her because of the concavity

of your spinal cord. Liar.

- Most everyone has a concave
portion of their spine.

- Exactly. I tell only truths...

specifically applied
to my benefit.

- You are of the most
sinister sort, Miss Cherry.

I like you.

- You must be taller
than my dad.

- I couldn't say.
I've actually never met him.

- You're taller than that tree.

- Oh.

That I am.

- I bet you could thoroughly

whip the madman
if he reappeared.

- I would certainly do my best.

- He was killed?

Well, I hope it was
in the most brutal way.

- Sorry, let me repeat:
We are police detectives.

- He should have seen the noose
for killing my sister.

- Did you have something
to do with his death?

- Absolutely not!

- Well, you'll have
to forgive us

if we find that
hard to believe

based on what you've just said.

- Well, then, hear this:

Last night, I was on
the five o'clock train

from Montreal to Toronto.

- The murder was around
eight o'clock.

You were still on the train.

- Precisely.

There is no way
I could have done it.

- You recognize her?

- The peacock?

- Ah! Nope, nope. Nope.

Her.

- Never seen her
before in my life.

- Mm.

All right. All right.

- Bella, you lily-liver!
You ran away!

- What was I supposed to do?
Miss Townes was killed!

- Stay? Help? Something!

- Girls, everyone reacts

to stressful situations
differently.

It's an awful thing
you've been through!

- Running away from danger
is a very normal response.

- Tell us what happened
when you lot found the body.

- She was already dead
when I got there. I swear.

- No one's accusing you--
- Mm.

- We're just trying
to figure out what happened.

- After I found her, I screamed,

so the other girls
came running.

And Bella ran away!

- I was scared.

- So then we decided
that Fern and Khristal

would go get help
and I would stay behind.

- But we didn't get very far
since Fern twisted her ankle.

- And then I heard
the madman coming,

so I ran away, too.

- Did you get a look at him?
- No.

- Are you sure it was him?

- Why don't you girls
sit and rest for a while?

You must be tired
after all that walking.

- Do we believe them?

Children can be
quite the deceivers.

- Once we get Miss Townes
inside and the girls rested,

one of us should set out
for the authorities.

- We should all go!

We can take the girls
to the next town ourselves.

- With the madman out there?

It's too dangerous.

- We'll be safe
in the cottage tonight.

- If there is a madman.
- Louise!

Come, girls.

- You girls wait out here.

- It's the madman!

- Wait! What?

Wait!

- What's going on?
- Stay outside, girls!

- Why?

- Wait. I-I...! I...

Whoa! Hey! Whoa, hey! Whoa!

Watch the face! Hey, hey.

Please, please. Please stop.

Stop.

- Who are you?

- I-I-I'm Mr. Osidius Jones.

- How did you get in here?

- The door was open.
- Oh, so you just waltz

into other peoples' houses?
That is criminal trespass, sir!

- I-I-I thought
it was abandoned!

I-I've been using this house
to store supplies for years.

- Even though it's my cottage?

- As I said,
I thought it was abandoned.

I mean, it certainly looks it.
You should definitely

keep it in better repair.

- But that's none
of your concern.

And why are you storing
things in here?

- I-I-I'm a Young
Adventurer leader.

There's-there's canned food,
tents, medicine,

all in that storage closet
back there. Take a look.

- He doesn't look like a madman.
Lacks that killer edge.

- What-what happened to her?

- That's exactly what
we're trying to determine.

- Did you know Miss Townes?

She was a Young Adventurette
troop leader.

- No. No, I didn't.

- Did you notice anything
strange in the woods today?

- Yes.

Yes, now-now
that you mention it,

my troop did have
a strange encounter.

- Where's your troop now?

- Waiting for me
at our camp site.

I came here to get supplies.

- What was the strange
encounter?

- Earlier today,

one of my boys
fell into a giant hole,

one that was clearly
dug purposefully

and-and as we were
getting him out,

I heard someone running away
through the trees.

- It could be this madman.

- What are you talking about?

- These girls think there's
a killer on the loose.

- Wh... Well, then,
we must get the police!

Let me go.

I-I can go get the help.

- Quite a lot of customers.

The line was around the corner.

- Yes. Uh, Miss?

- Yeah.
- Pardon me. Miss?

- Fifty percent off
family portraits, sirs.

- No, no.

- We'd like to ask
you some questions.

- Do you recognize the woman
in this photograph?

- Maybe. Uh, she looks
vaguely familiar,

but I can't be sure.

- Uh, your photography
shop stamp

is on the back of it.

- I really have no recollection
of that particular customer.

- I think I've an answer.

- There's an entire table
of these right over there.

- Oh! The frames! Of course.

A copy of this photo

is already installed
in the frames

courtesy of
the manufacturing company.

- Then why is your stamp on
the back of each photograph?

- I stamp everything, Detective.
It's advertising.

- Ah!

So if someone were
to purchase one of these frames,

they would receive one
of these photographs with it?

- Yes.

Now, if we are quite through,

I need to get back
to my customers.

- Oh, yes. Of course.

- So, whoever was corresponding
with him

used a fake photograph to lure
Mr. Lourde to his death.

- Strange.

Very, very strange.

- Uh...

- Before you leave,
I need you to show me

where you heard
that person in the woods.

- Of course.

- Are you mad, Julia?

You can't be alone
with that man in the woods.

There's a killer
out there.

In fact, he may well
be the killer.

- How do we know he saw anything
at all, Julia?

He may well be leading you
to your death.

- I have to find out for myself.

I have my capsicum expellant
and my wits.

I'll be fine.

- Keep it down in there, girls!

- I'll join you.

- I'll start the examination
while you watch the girls.

- Why do I have
to watch the gerbils?

We heard that.
We're not gerbils!

- Well, I don't want them
to see the body

while I do the examination.

I need you to preoccupy them.

- How?

- Dazzle them with
your natural charm.

- I'll dazzle them, all right.

I know!

- Okay, gerbils.
- We're not gerbils!

- This is, uh,
where I heard him.

- Are you sure, Mr. Jones?

- Quite.

Well, I should be off now
to fetch the authorities.

Be careful.

- How do we know
he hasn't left us

on some wild goose chase
while he makes his escape?

- We don't.

He's right, you know.

- Gemma! What are you
doing here?!

- Helping.
I'm a certified tracker.

- Well, you need to go
back to the cottage.

- See these broken branches?

The madman went this way.
Furthermore...

- Is that Mrs. Townes' rucksack?

- Where did you find this?

- Up that way.

It was open and her things
were hanging out.

- Someone's been through it.

- Gemma! Gemma, wait!

- Can't go wrong
with 50 percent off.

- While you were otherwise
occupied,

I telephoned
the frame manufacturer

and he informed me
that the woman in the photograph

passed away years ago.
- Oh.

We need to uncover
the real author

of Mr. Lourde's love letters.

- The only person with clear
motive against him has an alibi.

- Perhaps he had some other
enemy we don't know about.

Catfishing is all the rage
right now. Try some?

- No, thank you.

Just one.

- They live in mud.

- Miss Hart?

- Hello, Khristal.
Are you all right?

- Are you a doctor?

- Not quite.

I am the coroner
for the City of Toronto.

- How'd you manage that?

- Oh. I have a talent

for taking things
that I want in this world.

- But you're a Black woman.

- As are you.

- I want to be a doctor,
but I can't.

- The only one who can determine

what you want
out of this world is you.

- Miss Townes said I shouldn't
set my aspirations so high.

She said I was
more likely to be a maid.

- Well, you don't have
to listen to her anymore.

- I suppose.

- Is there something else
you want to tell me?

- None of us liked her,

especially Fern.

She's only been acting sad.

She was fighting
with Miss Townes

only the night before.

- Why don't we go join
the other girls?

- Now, remember,

it is our job as laypeople

to hold those
in authority accountable.

If you give a man
an ounce of power,

he will not hesitate
to lord it over you.

- Can't imagine the boys
at school lording over me.

They aren't nearly smart enough.

- You'd be surprised.

Are you finished
with the examination?

- Yes. Nothing new to report.

We should move the body
to the woodshed.

- That would be best.

- Girls,

maybe we should go around
and say something nice

about Miss Townes,
in her memory.

Girls?

- Go.

Okay.

Miss Townes...

was our rock.

Unbending and hard.

- That's the nicest
thing you could say?

- Okay, well, then you go!

- I liked her cooking.

- She was our guide
and she led us

with an iron hand.

- I gather you all disliked her?

She took some
getting used to.

- She had a rather
unpleasant disposition.

- The truth is she said
awful things to all of us.

- Are we ignoring the obvious?

- What?

- That the killer may be
one of those hobgoblins?

- Miss Cherry,

they're just little girls

squabbling as little girls do.

Where's Gemma?

Who?

- Louise!

- Policeman.

I-I'm-I'm looking
for a, for a policeman.

I've been attacked.

- And this woman that hit you,
what did she look like?

- Well, I only saw her
back as she ran away.

- Do you have any idea
who it could have been?

- Not at all, but I haven't
been around much

for the past three years.

Been behind bars
in the Kingston Penitentiary

for the last while.

- Do you recognize this man?

- Never seen him.

- Y-you were both in
the same jail at the same time.

- Lots of people are in jail.

Guess you're good at your job.

- What were you doing
in the park?

- I wanted to spend my first day
as a free man with my new love.

- And you wouldn't happen
to have

a photograph of this new love?

- Oh, of course.

Ain't she pretty?

- Uh-huh.

Gemma,

hide behind that tree.
Stay out of sight.

- Those carcasses are ghastly.

- They're certainly
not welcoming.

- Dear God!
- Julia!

- Stay still. Stay still!

I'll pull you out
in three. One...

Two...
- Julia.

- Please, uh, we meant
no harm coming here.

- Come here to steal some more?

- Steal? No!
We've stolen nothing.

- Lies!

Someone broke into
my cottage today

and it had to be
one of you lot.

- I assure you
we've done nothing of the sort.

We've never been here before.

- C-could someone help me?

- Use that to trap animals.

But this one's just
skin and bones,

so I'll skip this meal.

- Thank you.

- Get off there.

- Earlier, we...

we found the dead body
of a woman near the lake.

You don't happen to know
anything about that, do you?

- No.

- She'd been stabbed,

perhaps with a folding knife,

similar to one a hunter
might use for skinning.

- That so?

- We also found this rucksack

on the path to your cottage.

It had been rifled through.

- Found the sack
but didn't see any body.

- You sure about that?

- You calling me a liar?

Let them go!
- Gemma!

- You can't...

Listen, I don't know
who you people are,

but I'm done with you.

Get outta here.

- Did you see anything--
- Next shot goes

right through you.

Git!

Run!

- This man also received
love letters

and this same photograph
was enclosed.

- My girl was cheating on me?

- Ah, no. You see,
we do not believe this woman

was the one writing the letters.

- The person writing
the love letters

is not the same person
in the photograph.

We believe this was a plot
to lure you out and to kill you.

- Oh.

It was too good to be true.

- We are all fools
on the battlefield of love.

- You're telling me.

Uh, I suppose I should call
my wife to pick me up.

- I-I beg your pardon?
Your wife?

- Do you have a telephone?

- Oh, that was terrifying.
I was sure she would shoot us!

- She must have been the one
watching you from the shadows.

- Oh!

- Oh, dear God.
That's a dead crow.

I wonder
what killed him.

It's a bit of a bad omen,
is it not?

Hey!

Hey.

- Can you believe it?
She hit me right here.

It's still bloody.

- Mr. Feiss's wife is the owner
of the photography studio?

- The deceptive photographs
came from her photography studio

and now we find that
she has a direct connection

to one of the victims?

- Perhaps we should have a word.
- Mrs. Feiss!

- Hm?
- A word, please?

- Certainly.

- Your husband
was just attacked.

- Three days out of jail,
already on one of his trysts.

Typical.

- Hm.

Did you have something
to do with this attack?

- Of course not!

- What were you doing
an hour ago?

- I was at my photo studio
dealing with my one-day sale.

- You could have slipped
away at some point.

- My employees
were with me the entire time.

You can ask them.

I haven't had a moment's rest.

I only just closed the shop.

- Ready?

- Good evening, detectives.

- You said you went to fetch
the authorities, Mr. Jones.

- Yes! Yes,
I-I loaded up my boys

and sent them
to get the help instead.

And what of your
excursion, Effie?

- Well, the madman
turned out to be a woodswoman

who was setting traps
in the forest to catch her food.

- Do you think
she could be the killer?

Why was she lurking
in the bushes?

- Checking her traps.

- Perhaps she just takes
pleasure in scaring people

away from her woods.

- Maybe.

She didn't seem to know
much about the murder.

- Mr. Jones?

- Uh, yes?

- Miss Townes has love letters
in her rucksack,

all signed by, "yours truly,
Osidius Jones."

You lied, Mr. Jones.

- You knew Miss Townes more
intimately than you let on.

Did you kill her?

- No!

No, no, no.
You've-you've got it all wrong.

We were in love.
I-I would never hurt her.

- A likely story.

- I stayed behind
so that I could investigate

her murder on my own.

- Why would we believe
anything you say?

You've already lied to us once.

- Hey!
- What it this?

- That belonged to Miss Townes.

- And it's covered in blood!

- You are the killer!
- Wait, wait, wait, wait!

I can explain.

It wasn't me.
I-I-I can prove it.

Stay back! Stay-- Stay back!

- Stop! Stop!
- Julia!

- Julia, stop!
He's a killer.

He's far more comfortable
out there than we are.

- We have to get help
as soon as possible.

- I doubt he sent anyone
to fetch the authorities.

- We never saw any evidence
of Young Adventurers

in those woods at all.

- He must have lied
about everything.

- We set out in the morning.

- What if he comes
back before then?

- We'll set up a watch rotation.

- Julia!

- Oh!
- It's time to switch.

No, I fell asleep!

- It's all right.

Everything is fine
and everyone is accounted for.

- Oh, thank goodness.

- I can't sleep.

- Oh, well, you can sit with me
for as long as you like.

- I wish I was more
like you, Miss Hart.

- What do you mean?

I think you're wonderful
the way you are.

- Well, you're kind
and confident and honest.

- Where is this coming from?

- I've always felt like I needed
to blend into the background

to get by.

But then I see you

and you're standing
in the front.

- You can stand
wherever you please.

This is a very
unforgiving world.

You have to take what you want
and never regret it.

All right?

It should be an hour walk
back to the road

and another three
to the nearest town.

- I hope everyone will be
all right without us.

That's Mr. Jones' bag.

- Hello?

Mr. Jones?

- There's his hat.

- There he is!

- He's alive.
- Barely, by the looks of it.

Are you all right?

- What happened?

- Oh. I-I-I was pushed.

- By who?

I don't know.

- Julia, where are you going?

- You tend to him.
I think I know who did this.

- Let me see your arm.

Huh. What do you want?

- I want to know why
you tried to kill Mr. Jones.

- Who's that?

- Please, don't act innocent.

- I am innocent.

You know,
y'all been here two days

and it's been nothing
but trouble.

I'd say you're looking
in the wrong direction.

- The police will be coming
to talk to you.

- I don't take kindly
to these accusations.

Get off my property!

- I'll be back.
- I'll be waiting.

Keep walking, girlie!

Mrs. Feiss
must be connected

to this scheme somehow.

- She's clearly weary of her
husband's philandering ways.

- But what of Victor Lourde?

She had no connection
to him whatsoever.

- And, like our last suspect,

she also has an iron-clad alibi
for her husband's attack.

- And there's no connection

between Mrs. Feiss
and Miss Todd?

- Other than them
both being women,

both having motive and both
having ironclad alibis.

- However,

neither has an alibi
for the other crime

for which they have no motive.

- Watts...

Could they have
switched murders?

- Let's pay Mrs. Feiss
another visit.

Bella, get away
from the window.

- Rest. We leave soon.

- Julia. What about this?

- How do you explain this?

- W-what are you talking about?

- The knife.
I found it in your bag.

- I've never seen it before.

I didn't kill her.

I-I loved her.
Please, you have to believe me.

- What do you think?

- It is a Young Adventurette
knife.

- You don't think...

- Perhaps one of the girls

could have planted it on him

to make him look
like the killer.

- It's not my fault your husband
has a hard head!

- There must be a connection

between Mrs. Feiss
and Miss Todd

that we're overlooking.
- Hm.

- What was that?

Let's continue
this conversation

down at the station house,
shall we?

- Who does this knife belong to?

- It isn't mine.
I have mine right here.

- Everyone, get your knives out.

- Gemma, where's your knife?

- I don't know.

One of them must have stolen it.

- Sure.
- It's true!

My mom had my knife engraved

so it wouldn't be mixed up
with the others.

- Let's see the rest of them.

- Bella, open your hand.

Why do you have Gemma's knife?

- Bella, stop!

- And that's how
you catch a rabbit!

- What are you doing here?

- Well, I realized
I wasn't very neighbourly,

out in the woods for so long,
so I brought a peace offering.

But it looks like you might
have your own troubles.

- I was the runt of the group,

and the other girls
were constantly harassing me,

so I went to Miss Townes
for help.

The horrendous woman
called me a tattletale

and told me to be stoical
as a Young Adventurette

should be.

- So, you killed her?

- My body just...

moved on its own, and...

next thing I knew, she was dead.

- And what about Mr. Jones?

- I-I put my knife in his bag

because I knew you would think
he was the madman.

- You pushed him off the cliff?

- I figured that
if you found him dead

with the weapon, it would...

...it would all be over.

I was scared.

- You tried to kill him
to cover your crime.

- What's going to happen to me?

- We were indeed strangers.

We met for the first time
at a parole hearing

a week before the release
of my husband and Mr. Lourde.

- I wanted revenge
on my sister's killer

while Mrs. Feiss sought
to dispose of her husband.

- I needed to be rid
of that filthy philanderer!

Just wanted to move on
with my life.

- She found herself a new man!

- And, so, you devised
a plan to switch crimes?

- Killing each other's targets

would provide us
both with alibis.

- Except Miss Todd didn't uphold
her end of the bargain.

- And thus the scheme unraveled.

- The plan was quite ingenious.

- Hm. Not genius enough.

- Easy does it.

- Goodbye, Gerbil.

- Later, Louise.

- Will you carry me again?

- There is a very nice officer

outside who will
help you with that.

- Are you sure
you have everything?

- Yes, I do.
Thank you, Miss Hart.

Will you be our new
troop leader, Miss Hart?

I'm sure you'd be wonderful.

- Oh, I don't think I could
handle any more of the woods.

But with or without me,

I hope that you'll stay
true to yourself.

- I will.

- What shall I do
with this place?

- Perhaps you could restore it
to its former glory.

- Hm. It could make
a cute rental lodging.

- Let's not get carried away.

- Maybe I'll rent it to

the Young Adventurettes
association.

- Oh, that would be lovely!

That way they'd have
a comfortable place to stay

for their woodland trips.

- And I can make a pretty penny.

- Mm.

I think it's time for wine.

- Mm.
- Yeah.

- It's a shame
about the floatie.

I was looking forward
to trying it.

- Oh, I know!

- I suppose we should burn it.

- What are you wearing, Effie?

- Where did you get
such a scandalous swimsuit?

- The racing ladies
of Milwaukee wear these.

- It's positively salacious.

You're going to give people
the wrong impression.

- I don't care one iota.

- And you shouldn't.

- Perhaps I should acquire one?

William wouldn't know
what to do with himself.

- Please don't.

A full body suit
is obviously the elegant choice.

- Oh, hush!

Your swimsuit looks like
my grandmother's bloomers.

- I'll have you know
my grandmother

was quite something.
She was arrested three times

before she turned 20.

- Still looks like bloomers.

- I'm afraid I have
to agree, Louise.

- Miss Hart?

- Hm? Don't drag me into this.

I'm just trying to enjoy
my summer retreat.

- Who drank all the wine?

Julia!

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