All language subtitles for Undertaking.Betty.2002.1080p.WEB.H264-DiMEPiECE_track3_[eng]

(upbeat jazz music)

(upbeat orchestral music)

(birds chirping)

(sheep bleating)

(crows cawing)

(cat meows)

(cats meowing)

- Fred, it's not even six o'clock yet.

Go back to bed.

- Morning, my lovely.

(upbeat music)

- Oh, Meredith.

Betty.

(cat meowing)

- Oh, all right, all right.

(sighs)

(knocking on door)

- Come on, Betty, hurry up!

I'm busting!

And where's my mom's breakfast?

- That tall man on Jerry last night.

The truck driver.

Did you see the size of his thighs?

- Okay, today we're gonna meet some people

who have been secretly in love with someone

they shouldn't have been
with for a very long time.

- Here you are, Fred, breakfast.

(knocking on door)

- Is that you, Hugh?

- Morning.

- Oh, Betty, it's you.

You actually woke, then.

I would like my breakfast,
thank you very much,

if it isn't too much trouble.

I'm ravenous.

Can't you hear my belly rumbling?

Anyway, as my Hugh says,

there are some things you just don't get

once you're married.
- Teach the old dog some new tricks,

but their partners say no. (laughing)

- There you go.

Never mind about all that.

- Big night, Ginger?

Hmm?

There's a good girl.

- Where were you all night, hmm?

Don't answer that.

You're a lucky man, Fred.

You know that?

(birds chirping)

- Where on earth is Betty?

Betty?

Betty, can you hear me?

Betty!

Are you coming up here today?

- Betty, Betty, Betty.

- [Woman] Sometimes I
swear I'm gonna waste away.

- I'll water you when I get back, Daphne.

I promise.

- [Woman] Why our Hugh
picked her is beyond me.

He could have had anyone, you know.

Anyone.

- [Woman On Phone] Not anyone who
was the daughter of a wealthy mayor.

- Are you implying that
my Hugh married Betty

to get his position? (cat screeches)

- Sorry, Ginger.

- [Woman On Phone] No, no. (cat screeching)

Well, yes.

- All right, no.

Maybe not anyone whose father
was wealthy mayor at the time.

But I'll tell you this, Merys,
and I'll stake my life on it,

Marrying Betty or not,

he would have become Councillor anyway.

And very soon he'll be
mayor himself, I'm sure.

- [Merys] Yes, I'm sure.

- Dilys, I wish you wouldn't do that.

- What?

- Suck the chocolate off
and leave the nuts on the bed.

- I don't like nuts.

Bran flakes?

You know I hate bran flakes.

Hang on a minute, Merys.

- Now you know what Doctor
Owen said about your roughage.

- Stuff Doctor Owen's roughage.

You know I can't start my
day without Crispy Wheat.

Bring me my Crispy Wheat.

- [Merys] Dilys, have you gone?

- Can you imagine?

What was she thinking of?

Mind you, it couldn't taste any worse

than that Tuna Surprise she
baked for the Bring and Buy.

I suppose I could try a little mouthful.

- [Merys] Well now, you know
your stomach, it's so delicate.

- [Dilys] Actually, these
aren't bad, you know.

(coughing)

- [Merys] Dilys, have you gone again?

Dilys?

Dilys?

I think she's gone again.

(upbeat music)

(kids laughing)

- [Man] Well, those dates seem to be fine.

Mint Imperial?

(door closes)

- I know, I'm sorry.

The meeting on the new
toilets is still going on.

Right, where are we up to?

- Well, we've covered
nearly everything, Councillor.

Mrs. Rhys Jones has been most helpful.

- Now, no fuss, no extravagance.

Mother would've wanted it kept very simple.

- And may I say what
an honour it is for you

to choose Plots at this saddest of times.

- Yes, yes, yes.

Can we get on with it?

- Of course.

Church or chapel?

- Church.

Fiercely church was Mom.

- Your mother hasn't been
inside a church for 25 years.

- Betty, the least you could do is

show a little respect for the dead.

Had you been more attentive,

mother might still be alive, mightn't she?

- That's not fair, Hugh.

You can't blame me for her death.

- Look, I don't think this
is the proper occasion.

- Would you like an open coffin?

It's a long-standing Plots tradition.

A true mark of respect.

There is, of course,
some slight discoloration

when someone...

- Chokes on Multi-Fiber All Bran.

- Suffocates, but I
believe we can remedy that.

- Open coffin?

Well, she was very clear about

what she wanted to be buried in.

I assume she wanted to be seen in it.

Open coffin it is, then.

- Well, if you could bring in the garment.

Oh, and some recent photos of your mother.

- All right.

Well, Betty will see to
that, won't you, Betty?

Boris, thank you very much.

- So you were really cheating on her?

Cheating, and lying, and
spending your money on strippers?

- I can't believe it.

Councillor Rhys Jones is having

his mother's funeral at Plots.

- Well, maybe you were a
little too progressive with him.

- Funeral fashion, it's the next big thing.

The Catwalk Corpse.

- Yeah, well, he didn't seem too keen

on the Deck of Cards theme.

- She loved playing cards.

Everybody said that.

- Yes, but I don't think
that was the problem.

I think dressing her up
as the Queen of Spades,

that was the problem.

- You have no imagination, Delbert.

That's your problem.

No vision.

I wanna create a whole new kind of funeral.

Keep in mind the root
word of funeral is fun.

Fantasy funerals will be
the funerals of the future.

- Yes, but the people of Wrottin-Powys

are more your ashes to
ashes, dust to dust variety.

- That's so passe.

We have to sell them
the concept, that's all.

We could do Casket of the Month.

- Casket of the Month?

- Yes, like Flavour of the Month.

And discounts.

People love discounts and coupons.

We could do a first funeral at full price

and a second half-off.

Let's say the husband drops dead first.

The wife comes in with the coupon,

pays in advance for her funeral as well,

and gets it half-off.

Is that great, or what?

Delbert, if we're gonna work together,

you'll have to trust me.

You trust me?

- Well, yes, of course.

- Good.

- [Electronic Voice] Featherbed Funerals.

- Mr. Pontefreece, come and sit down.

May I be the first to offer my condolences.

- Hello, Willie.

- [Willie] Hello.

- My, you've been busy.

You fancy a nice cold drink?

- Can't stop too long.

Got to help my granddad
do two more gardens today.

- He's making a right
mess of that flowerbed.

Left all the weeds in.

What's wrong with the little cretin?

- Now, Hugh, please be kind.

He lives with his granddad.

They don't have much.

They need every bit of money they can make.

- Save the violins.

Right, I've got to get back.

Mom's dress is in that old brown bag.

Right?

Did you hear what I said?

- Yes, the old bag.

I'll write it down.

- I'll probably be a bit late tonight.

A couple of things at
the office need seeing to.

- Here you are, Willie.

- [Willie] Thank you.

- Willie, you do know that those

are all weeds you've left there.

- Yeah?

They're so pretty.

I thought they were flowers.

Who decides what's weeds?

- What do you mean?

- Well, it's a pretty nice plant.

It's got beautiful flowers and everything.

But then somebody comes
along, calls it a weed,

and I got to pull it out.

It doesn't seem fair somehow.

- I'll tell you what.

Let's leave them just as they are,

and you and I will call them flowers.

What do you say?

- Okay.

- No, I'm not saying
I think she planned it.

However, would you give Bran Flakes

to someone quite obviously
used to Crispy Wheat?

Oh, speak of the devil.

Merys, I'll call you later.

- Morning.

- [Woman] Betty.

- Oh, Betty, I was so
sorry to hear about Dilys.

- Thank you so much.

Selma?

- I was just speaking to Merys Gwynedd.

Said she felt so helpless.

- On the other end of the phone and all.

- Imagine talking to someone on the phone

at the very moment when God calls them.

- Must be like call waiting.

Only she never came back on the line.

- I had a close call with
Bran Flakes the other day.

- Did you?

- Oh, she did.

- It went all cloggy.

A great lump got stuck in me throat.

(gasping)

- I had to use the
Heimlich manoeuvre on her.

She spat a wad clear across the table.

- Hit the Reverend Price
right in the back of his head.

- They should do a show on that, you know?

Close calls with breakfast
foods or something.

- Anyway, where are you having the funeral?

- Boris Plots.

- [Both] Oh.

- Have you been to a funeral

at that new place, Featherbed's?

- No, can't say I have.

- They're American, you know.

- So I heard.

- Inherited the shop from
his uncle, old Bryn Flowers.

You can depend on
Boris, he'll do a lovely job.

Pity he never got married.

- Come on, Thelma.

You wouldn't marry a funeral director.

Besides, he's so shy.

He's got no get up and go.

(laughing)

Anyway, Betty, would
you like a coffin spray,

or an arrangement on the side?

- Let me get this right.

Your wife then accuses
you of having an affair

with your secretary, so
she calls her up at work?

(phone ringing)

What did your secretary say?

- Councillor Rhys Jones office.

- Meredith, is Hugh there?

- Oh, hello, Betty, how you doing?

I'll see if he's available, shall I?

One second.

(subdued music)

It's your wife.

- I'll get back to you, Colin.

- [Woman On Phone] Bye, Hugh.

- Yeah.

Betty, did you take the dress to Plots?

- Oh, no, not yet.

That's next on my list.

- Because I wouldn't want
mother to be without her dress.

- No, no, Hugh, I'm at Thelma and Selma's.

Now, do we want a spray for the coffin,

or arrangements on the side?

(grunts)

Hugh?

Hugh, are you all right?

- It's just stress, darling.

There's a lot of pressure building here.

There's always something coming up

that needs expert handling.

- Oh, I know it's hard, losing your mom.

But you'll just have to...

Oh, I don't know, learn to let it all go.

- I fully intend to.

Call you later.

- No, Hugh.

Such a busy man.

- I understand.

We'll go for something
on the side then, shall we?

- (laughs) Chance would be a fine thing.

Now, you run along, Betty.

We'll take care of everything.

- Oh, thanks, Thelma.

Oh, no, wait.

And, Hugh wanted a floral tribute.

- All right.

- I wrote it down.

Is that it?

I can't see it without my glasses.

- That's what he wants to say, is it?

- Oh, yes, he was very specific.

So I can leave it all to you then, can I?

- [Both] Oh, yes.

- Right, the funeral's on Thursday.

- Right.

- Bye.

- [Selma] Bye, dear.

- Bye, love.

- Poor woman.

He treats her so appallingly.

- The Councillor is a
man with get up and go.

(laughing)

(soft jazz music)

- [Man] Morning, Betty.

- Good morning.

(clattering)

(Jazz music)

- [Man] Oh, oh.

(tyres squeal) (metal crunches)

- Hello?

(Jazz music)

Hello?

(needle scratches)

- I was just cleaning up.

It's a bit slippy here.

- I didn't mean to interrupt.

I've brought the dress and the photograph.

- I'll take that.

Don't want to get it creased up, do we?

(subdued music)

(Betty humming)

- Never knew you were
so light on your feet.

- There's a lot about me you
don't know, Betty Rhys Jones.

- Oh, really?

Like what?

- Oh, you'll probably laugh.

- [Betty] I won't.

- I never really wanted to be a mortician.

- Oh.

- No, what I really wanted
to be was a ballroom dancer.

- A ballroom dancer.

- How long have you been watching me?

- Oh, not long.

It's all right.

How long were you watching me, more like?

- I've been watching
you for about 30 years.

- That's nice.

- Is it?

Sad, more like.

- No, no, it's not sad.

Is it?

- Well, sad I never asked you to dance

when I had the chance all those years ago.

- Haven't danced for years.

Hugh's not much of a one for getting up.

(upbeat jazz music)

- Wanna have a go?

Come on.

(subdued music)

- Oh, is that the time?

I'd better be off.

- Betty.

- There's such a lot to do.

- But Betty, I.

- They said it might rain.

Do you think it might rain?

See, I don't want to
get caught in the rain.

(electricity zapping)

- [Man] I don't know what
I'm gonna do without my Elsie.

She was the kindest heart that ever lived.

- We're here for you, Mr. Edwards

to support you through this.

I'm sure you want (glass breaks)

a fitting tribute for your wife.

- I want to do the best I can, you know,

within my limited budget.

Oh, I've got something to show you.

Where is it?

Oh, here it is.

I cut this coupon from the paper.

I want to take advantage of
the half-price second funeral.

- Of course.

We're gonna be more
than happy to arrange that.

Won't we, Delbert?

- Oh, yes, yes, more than, yes.

- [Featherbed] Now, Mr. Edwards.

- Call me Al.

- Al.

Did, what's her name?

Elsie have any special
hobbies, interests, or dreams?

- I don't think Mr. Edwards...

- Delbert, this is a once in
a lifetime occasion, please.

Al, hobbies?

- Yeah, she liked flowers, and knitting,

and crocheting, and making pillowcases.

She once got a prize
for making pillowcases.

- Pillowcases?

That's not much to work with.

- Excuse me?

- I'm asking did she
have any, what's the word,

fantasies that weren't
fulfilled while she was with us?

- Well, she liked watching television.

Why, she had a favourite
television programme.

But she didn't want want anyone to know

she was a real fan, you know.

- What show is that then, Al?

- Star Trek.

She didn't want anybody to know,

but I knew she had something
going for that Mr. Spock.

(exhales)

- Willie, whatcha doing?

- Got to prune these bushes.

They're all old and dead.

- Oh, but you've cut so much.

There's nothing left.

- I just cut away what's dead and old.

Granddad says, cut everything
away except the spirit.

And then the flowers will
come again, new and beautiful.

- I know they never flowered very much,

but I got used to seeing them there.

- Just you wait.

You'll see how beautiful they'll be.

♪ Let's fall in love ♪

♪ Why shouldn't we fall in love ♪

- Fred, get in your basket.

In your basket.

All right.

Don't wriggle about too much, all right?

♪ Let's close our eyes ♪

♪ And make our own paradise ♪

♪ Let's fall in love ♪

Could you going slower? I'm dying here.

- [Delbert] If I go any
slower, I'm gonna stop.

- [Featherbed] Got the blink on?

- [Delbert] Of course I have!

- [Featherbed] Don't make any short stops.

- [Delbert] I'm not going to.

- [Featherbed] I don't want
this thing flying off the top.

- [Delbert] Just nip round here.

- [Featherbed] You're not gonna make it,

you're not gonna make it.

Whoa!

- [Delbert] I think if you
leave the driving to me,

thank you very much.

- [Featherbed] Now you've hit the curb.

- I'm sorry. - Careful.

- [Delbert] Right, now what's he doing?

- [Featherbed] There's
a car in back of you.

- [Delbert] Frank,
could you. (horn honking)

I can't concentrate.

- [Frank] Just back it up.

- [Delbert] Right, round we go.

This is it. - Okay, cut it left.

Very hard.

- Just get around here. - Okay.

Oh, man, you're on the curb.

You're gonna be so pleased
with what we've done with Elsie.

I think her dream has been realised.

- Yeah, well, she had so
many dreams, you know.

She loved so many
things, especially children.

Oh, my God!

What have you done?

- You said she loved Star Trek,

so I made her up to be Spock's sister.

- Her fantasy has finally been realised.

- Come on, it'll grow on you, Al.

Ready?

- Ready.

- Ears on.

(gasps)

- Stardate 2-1-0-1-2-0-0-1.

Crewman Elsie Edwards was an original.

Who'd have thought that she
had such a sense of humour?

And it is with this attitude

that I would like to
reflect on the life of Elsie.

- This is gonna be so great.

- Death was not a boundary,

but a beginning of her
ascension to her heavenly home.

What she was trying to tell
us was that she was ready

for her cosmic trip through
the wormhole, to the other side.

Nothing will stop her
from launching her life

to the great beyond.

- It's marvellous.

- The lift that she has given.

- You can stop it now.

- It won't, man.

- Stop it. - I can't.

(people gasping)

- This is not good.

- [Boris] My condolences
for this very sad time.

- Afternoon, Boris.

- [Hugh] Thank you, Boris.

Betty, come on.

(bell tolling)

- I was a little perturbed
myself when I saw it,

but Thelma assured me
that's what you asked for.

- No one asked for that.

- I thought it strange,
but I did double-check.

Look, here's the note.

- Kids, I expect.

I though we had a little more respect

for the dead in this town.

Anyway, you've done a
wonderful job on mother, Boris.

She looks almost human.

I mean, lifelike.

- Well, thank you.

Anything else I can do, please let me know.

Mrs. Rhys Jones, could
I have a word with you?

- Oh, yes.

You sit down, Hugh.

I'll be with you in a minute.

- I've got to talk to you.

I can't...

- I can't talk to you now, Boris.

Look, hide my handbag

and I'll come back
for it after the funeral.

- Good evening, Boris.

How's life in the terminal lane?

- Never better.

How can I help you?

- We've come to pay our respects.

- Help yourself.

Besides, how else are you
gonna scope out the competition?

(laughing)

- Shh.

Hey.

- [Betty] I'm sorry
about the flowers, Dilys.

Bit of a mix-up.

- Betty.

Look at this.

Can you believe it?

I've never seen anyone
look more dead in my life.

- He has gone a little heavy on the makeup.

A bit too much rouge and lipstick, perhaps.

- There's no sense of
romance here, no style.

What's with the hair?

What'd he use, hot rollers?

- Frank, Frank, Frank!

- It's like I thought, too much hairspray.

Looks like a helmet.

And since when do you
bury somebody in black?

The mourners wear black, not the corpse.

This guy doesn't even
understand basic presentation.

- Frank.

- Huh?

- Why do old people have such huge ears?

- It's cartilage.

It keeps growing.

- But they hear less.

- It shall remain a mystery.

Man, it's amateur night in Dixie.

- [Betty] Hugh, I was
with her all the time.

- [Hugh] Have you paid the Reverend yet?

- No, not yet.

Oh, my god, what's happened to my handbag?

I must have left it in the church.

- Is there something wrong?

- Yes, my bag.

I think I left it in the church.

- Betty, I haven't got time
to go looking for handbags.

I've got important business this afternoon.

- If you're in a rush, I can
take Mrs. Rhys Jones home.

- All right.

There you go.

Oh, I might be a bit late.

Don't wait up.

Come on, let's get out of here.

- Been thinking about the other day.

Trying to figure out a way to
have a Fred and Ginger ending.

- Oh, Boris.

I don't think it's possible for us

to end up like in the movies.

Eventually, the house
lights have to come up.

- I should've spoken up years ago.

- I'd better be going.

- Tell me you're happy.

- I'm happy.

- Look me in the eye and tell
me you're happy and content

and I'll go back to my shop
and I'll never say another word.

- Oh, Boris.

(subdued music)

- I love it up here.

It's quiet, see?

Get a chance to think.

Get things in perspective.

- [Betty] Come away from the edge.

You'll go over, you'll break your neck.

- The Morgan woman went
off here about 10 years ago.

Not a pretty sight.

Whoa!

- Look out!

(laughing)

- You do care.

Here you go.

- Oh, thanks.

I know my life isn't
everything I dreamed of,

but how many people do
get to live their dreams?

- I love you, Betty Rhys Jones.

I always have.

- And I think I love you, Boris Plots.

- Oh, Betty, if only I'd known.

There's a but.

- Oh, you know.

- Hugh.

Have you ever thought...

Ever thought of leaving him?

- No, no.

Well, maybe once.

But then, of course,
there was Dilys, you see?

I had to take care of Dilys.

- We just buried her, Betty.

Divorce him.

- I can't.

- People get divorced all the time.

- I couldn't.

For better or for worse.

- Then run away with me.

- Oh, wouldn't they just love that?

There goes Councillor Rhys Jones.

His wife ran off with the undertaker.

Poor love, he'd have to live with that

for the rest of his life.

- He'd rise above it.

Others have.

- Oh, not in this town.

- Run away with me, Betty.

You and I could be dancing
on a Princess Cruise to Tahiti.

- Oh, it's a lovely thought, Boris.

But I'm afraid that I
couldn't do that to Hugh.

(grunting) (metal squeaking)

- Hugh Rhys Jones, you're an animal.

I want to be with you always.

- We are together always.

All day at the office, afternoon escapades,

I'm here half the night.

- No, I want to go away.

Somewhere hot and sticky.

- We went away.

- West Wales in November
is hardly the Caribbean.

- We can't risk any more
of our foreign conventions.

Where's my other sock?

- We could get rid of her.

- Don't muck about, give it here.

- I'm serious.

- What?

No.

- There's ways.

It doesn't have to be too gruesome.

- Look, I'm not killing Betty
so you can go the Caribbean.

- Don't you love me?

Answer me this, then.

Supposing you weren't married
to Betty, would you marry me?

- You know I would.

No.

Look, I'm not murdering my wife!

For God's sake.

What's the matter with you?

Rightee-o, Mrs. Mainwaring.

I shall put your application
for mains drainage

before the planning committee next Monday.

Hello, Bob.

- Councillor.

(uplifting music)

- Betty.

- Boris, you scared the living daylights.

- Betty, I've had a great idea.

- Boris, it was a lovely dance, Boris,

but the music has to stop.

- I'm going to kill you.

- What?

- I mean, we're going
to pretend you're dead.

- No, no, I'm still not with you.

- Right.

I still haven't worked out
the details yet, but ahmm...

if we pretend you're dead,

I can whisk you back to the shop.

We'll have a fake funeral,

but you won't be in the coffin

because I'll fill that up
with sand or something.

And before you can say Abiterlary,

you and I will be dancing on

a Princess Cruise headed for Tahiti.

- You're serious.

- I love you, Betty Rhys Jones.

- Shh.

(man coughing)

And I suppose if I were dead,
Hugh would inherit my money.

And then, of course, there's the insurance.

- Exactly, what?

No, no, no.

How can you claim insurance if you're dead?

- No, not for me, for Hugh.

If I thought he'd be
all right after I'm gone,

I wouldn't feel so bad.

- Oh, you're a good woman, Betty.

(sweeping music)

- Would you care to
sign the funeral register?

- Now I've seen it all.

- I wouldn't bet on that.

♪ Saying goodbye ♪

♪ We sure don't want to,
but we're saying goodbye ♪

♪ One more star will be shining bright ♪

♪ Saying goodbye ♪

♪ Saying goodbye ♪

- Ladies and gentlemen, the song stylings

of Candace Pontefreece!

♪ Saying goodbye ♪

♪ I sure don't want to,
but I'm saying goodbye ♪

♪ One more star will be shining bright ♪

♪ Saying goodbye ♪

♪ Nobody cry ♪

♪ Saying goodbye ♪

♪ Saying goodbye from me ♪

- I dunno, feels like
there's something missing.

- Don't tell me.

Dancing fountains shooting
out of the casket or something?

- Boo.

- (gasps) Don't do that.

I'm beside myself already.

- I've found a medical register.

Look at this.

- What is it?

- It's used in the treatment of that.

- I haven't got that.

- No, it has side effects.

It can lower the heartbeat
until it's barely perceptible.

Put someone into hibernation.

- Oh.

- For when you're in the c-o-f-f-i-n.

- Oh, that's brilliant.

What if I snore?

I snore.

I know I snore.

- You'll be perfect.

- [Librarian] Hello, Mrs. Rhys Jones.

- [Betty] I'd like to
have this one, please.

- [Librarian] Ah, another
Fred and Ginger, is it?

Due back in a fortnight.

- It is not just a couple of pills.

Boris, it is fraud.

- Who's gonna know?

- I will.

- We're not hurting anybody.

- Oh, you're mad.

I mean, I've never heard such a...

I mean, pills from me, fake funerals.

Who's going to supply
the death certificate?

Oh, no.

No, no, no.

- But I need you to pronounce
her dead at the scene.

- The only thing I'm going
to pronounce is the word no.

- When you met your
Sophie, God rest her soul,

wouldn't you have done
anything to be with her?

- Absolutely.

- Well.

- Well nothing.

Sophie wasn't married to a town Councillor.

And I didn't have to
kill her to be with her.

- Stanley, look at me.

I'm 48 years old.

You've known me for 45 of them.

When have you seen me like this?

I'm in love for the first time ever.

If there's one ounce of
romance in your heart,

please help me.

I may never find anyone like this again.

- All right.

All right, I'll sign the death certificate.

I could be struck off for this.

But that's it.

That is all I am doing.

Oh, my god.

There's something else.

- Saturday at the Autumn Fair.

It's the perfect time.

- I'm not having a heart attack

in the middle of the Autumn Fair.

- You're not having a heart attack.

- [Betty] I'm not?

- You're going over the edge
where the Morgan woman went.

- What?

No.

No, I can't go over the edge.

I can't.

I get vertigo standing on the curb.

Why can't I have a brain
tumour or something,

or a stroke?

A nice sudden stroke.

I could live with that.

- You have a stroke or heart attack,

people feel bound to help you.

If everyone sees you
disappear over the edge,

we can keep them away
because you'll look such a mess.

- But I thought the idea
was to pretend I'm dead.

- The Autumn Fair's perfect.

There's a dance in the evening.

The dance floor's right near the edge.

The whole town will be there.

No one will suspect a thing.

Evening, Councillor, Mrs. Rhys Jones.

- Boris. - Boris.

- A lovely evening for it.

- Aye, indeed it is.

- Would you mind if I asked
Mrs. Rhys Jones to dance?

- Help yourself.

- I'll ask you if you'd like to dance.

We'll show them what we can really do.

(uptempo jazz music)

Then, when everyone's
watching, that's when we do it.

That's when you have to trust me.

No!

But you're fine.

- [Betty] I'm fine?

- Of course.

- You throw me over the edge and I'm fine.

How?

- There's a ledge.

When you fall over,
you fall onto the ledge.

It's about four feet down.

But because you scream a lot,

everybody thinks you've
fallen to the bottom,

but you haven't.

- [Betty] But I haven't.

- And on the ledge you'll find a rope.

- Okay, Betty.

Come on, come on.

- See, you can slide down
the 80 feet to the bottom.

The doctor will be down there.

He'll say he was out walking his dog,

but he's waiting for you.

- Wait a minute.

I slide down 80 feet?

- We'll practise.

The Doc'll look after you.

He'll give you the pills,
squirt fake blood about.

Then he'll pronounce you
dead and in 10 minutes

I'll have you back at the shop.

There won't be a soul in town not convinced

that poor Betty Rhys
Jones went over the edge.

- [Hugh] Oh, Betty!

- Hugh, come on, old boy.

- A quick funeral, then it's off to Tahiti.

- What if I can't manage the rope?

What if I miss the ledge?

(tomato splats)

(tense music)

- Try to ignore that.

Trust me, it'll work.

- Hugh!

("In the Mood" by Ted
Heath & His Orchestra)

I'm a Spanish lady.

- Oh, yeah.

Hi, hi.

Dibbs.

Hey, a word after.

(growls)

- I thought you would never get here.

- I thought you were only
gonna wear that in the caravan.

- Thanks very much.

Evening, Betty.

- Hello, Meredith.

- I'm Catwoman.

- Never.

Not many people would have
one of those in their wardrobe.

(purrs) (growls)

- Boom!

Pretty good, huh?

- [Man] Another winner!

- He's so cute.

You can never have too many of these.

- You win again.

- How about this?

Celebrity sendoffs.

- We supply the celebrity

to read the eulogy at your funeral?

- It's good, huh?

Know any celebrities?

- There was a woman who was on

at the Rugby club at Christmas.

I've got her number.

- Is she a celebrity?

- She's a stripper.

- Oh, that's all right.

- [Meredith] Drink, Betty?

I've brought my own bottle.

- I wouldn't say no.

- Come on now, Hugh, this is for us girls.

- [Hugh] Go on, I'll have a drop.

- [Meredith] What about you, Betty?

- [Hugh] Put some in there.

- Oh, not for me.

- Just a splash.

- You don't like it.

- I do.

- You don't.

This is for us girls.

Now, come on, Betty, give us your glass.

- No, really.

- Just a drop to warm the cockles.

- [Betty] Thanks.

- Well, if you don't want it, I'll have it.

- You don't like this, Councillor.

It's for Betty.

(Hugh grunts)

- Hugh?

- I just remembered.

The last time I had some of
that, it didn't agree with me.

- Councillor, Mrs. Rhys Jones.

- Boris. - Boris.

- It's a lovely evening for it.

- What?

Oh, yes.

- Would you mind if I asked
Mrs. Rhys Jones for a dance?

- No, no, no, carry on.

Dance until you drop.

Well, come on, Betty.

I'm gonna get a proper drink.

(uptempo jazz music)

(people cheering)

(people gasping)

- No!

Stand back!

Somebody call an ambulance!

Get some help!

(whimpering)

- No, don't look down!

(Betty screaming)

(uptempo music)

- [Stanley] I'm fine.

(grunts)

- Quick, get the hearse!

- [Delbert] What?

You cannot be serious, Frank.

- [Frank] I'm serious as a heart attack.

(tyres squealing)

- [Delbert] Yes, yes, I can see her!

- [Frank] Pull up, pull up!

She's over there!

- [Delbert] There you are.

- No, don't!

Stay back, stay back.

She's not a pretty sight.

- Betty!

Betty.

- Councillor Rhys Jones, may I have a word?

This is shocking.

It's so sudden.

My thoughts are with you, you know that.

And I want you to know I'd be so honoured

to arrange a fitting tribute
to Wrottin-Powys' first lady

taken in the prime of her life.

- Councillor Rhys Jones,

I, too, would deem it a
great honour to be able to...

- I would be so honoured.

I would be willing to
make all the arrangements

for half the normal cost.

- I could do it for a quarter of that.

- Free.

I would do it for free.

- Councillor Rhys Jones,
I would be happy to make

a substantial donation
to a charity of your choice.

- Hey!

That's not fair.

- Says who?

- Says me.

- Boris, you have taken care of

our family's tragedies in the past

and for that, you have
my deep appreciation.

But in all fairness, I
think I need to allow

Mr. Featherhead, Featherbed here.

- It's all right.

- His opportunity in our town.

- [Frank] Thank you.

- If I can be of any help, I...

When I first got to Mrs. Rhys Jones,

she lifted her head, opened her eyes,

and with her dying breath,
in her very last moments,

she whispered her very last word to me.

And that word was Plots.

- Plots.

- Plots?

- What?

You dirty rat!

I'll kill you!

- [Hugh] Control yourself, man.

- [Delbert] This is not the time!

(Frank yelling)

- I don't know if it will
impact upon your decision.

- [Delbert] Look, it's not worth it!

- I thought you ought to know.

- [Delbert] What's the matter with you?

(Frank yelling)

Just calm down!

- Yes.

Plots it is, then.

(subdued music)

Oh, Betty.

- [Meredith] Oh, Hugh!

- [Hugh] Oh, Meredith.

- The coast is clear.

♪ Blue skies smiling at me ♪

♪ Nothing but blue skies do I see ♪

♪ Bluebirds singing a song ♪

♪ Nothing but bluebirds from now on ♪

(laughing)

♪ Never saw the sun shining so bright ♪

♪ Never saw things going so right ♪

(doorbell rings)

- Don't answer it.

- Well, I've got to answer it.

My hearse is in the driveway.

They'll know I'm here.

- His hearse is in the
driveway, he must be here.

- I'm telling you this is not a good idea.

It's too pushy.

- Pushy, smooshy.

I gotta make a deal with this guy.

The only way is to buy him out.

- I just don't think this
is the right time, Frank.

He's got a big rebuild job to do.

- That's why it's the perfect time.

- Frank, Delbert.

- Boris. - Boris.

I have to apologise for that stupid scene

at the bottom of the bluff.

Sometimes I get too emotional.

In any case, to make amends I thought that

we should come over and offer our help.

I told Delbert that a man of your expertise

probably doesn't need our help,

but then I thought, hey, why not?

I hope you don't mind.

- No, I don't mind, but...

- You know, Boris, I
specialised in accident victims

back home in Milwaukee.

Graduated from the
Sheboygan School of Morticians.

Get to embalm a Pope or a President.

That's our motto.

- Yes, Frank redid a woman's face

hit head-on at 90 miles an hour.

Did a total reconstruction
from five-year-old Polaroids.

Beautiful job he did.

I mean, you would've
thought she died of asthma.

- And since it is the
Councillor's wife and all,

I thought, we thought...

If you need any help whatsoever,

we would be more than
willing to pitch in free of charge.

Wouldn't we, Delbert?

- Hmm?

Yes.

Well, let the embalming begin.

- Well, that's very,
very kind of you to offer,

but I think I can manage.

- You wouldn't mind us taking
a look at the body, would you?

Just as professionals.

- No.

No, no, no.

No, no, you can't do that.

I mean, you can't because I've...

You see, I've already got
her in the special fluid.

Stops swelling and discoloration.

A secret passed on to me from my father.

Sorry.

- Well, perhaps another time.

Or maybe later.

- Good night.

- Special fluid, he said.

Stops the swelling.

- Delbert, don't insult my intelligence.

What fluid, brake fluid?

You know, if he makes a mess of this...

I'm saying, when he makes a mess of this,

the whole town is gonna know it.

He'll never do another funeral.

I'll be able to buy him out for a dollar.

I won't need to buy him out for a dollar.

I'll be the only game in town.

- [Boris] Betty?

- [Betty] Who was it?

- That was Frank Featherbed and Delbert.

- What did they want?

- They wanted to see your body.

- What do you mean?

- Your dead body.

- Boris, I will be able to
breathe in here, won't I?

- Oh, you won't be in here.

No, I'll get you out
before I put the lid on.

But I'll bore some holes, just in case.

- Just in case what?

- Well, you know.

Be prepared.

- Boris, you have thought this through?

I'm not going to be
buried alive or anything?

(laughing)

- Betty, don't be ridiculous.

(upbeat music)

We just have this bit to get
through, then we'll be fine.

Hugh will take a look
at you, he'll say it's you,

he'll leave the room.

Fred, breakfast.

There you go.

You pop out, I put the coffin lid back on

and we're home free.

Get in.

- What do you mean, get in?

- Whenever a loved one
comes to identify the body

they always, always, mind you,

touch the person in the coffin.

- Boris, I'll freeze to death.

- Death is cold, Betty.

No one knows that better than me.

Get in.

- Oh.

Oh.

Oh, it's freezing.

Why couldn't I fall in
love with a travel agent?

- It won't be for long.

I'll come and get you as
soon as Hugh shows up.

You're beautiful.

Comfy?

(Betty singing)

(tense music)

(horn honking)

He's here.

He's here.

(body creaking)

- I'm going to crack.

Be careful, Boris.

I'm frozen stiff.

(groaning)

- It's all right, love, I'll thaw you out.

- [Betty] I can't move.

(doorbell rings)

- [Boris] Councillor
Rhys Jones, do come in.

- [Hugh] Thank you, Boris.

- May I say you have our
deepest condolences at this time.

Perhaps a few moments to say goodbye

before we close the coffin for the funeral.

- She was so young.

I loved her so much.

I don't know how I will go on.

She's so beautiful.

So serene.

So...

Is that a frozen pea?

- Residue from the fluids we use.

- It's almost like she was alive,

and after such an accident.

You've done an amazing job, Boris.

- Thank you.

- She's so delicate and cold.

Death is cold, isn't it?

- It certainly is.

Now we can close the
coffin for the service.

- No, wait.

I've had an idea.

You've done such a wonderful job.

I want the world to
see how beautiful she is.

I mean, was.

I want an open coffin ceremony.

(grunts)

- It's just a little gas
settling in the body.

Open coffin?

After such an accident,
Councillor, is that in good taste?

- I don't care.

Beauty needs to be seen to be appreciated.

- Are you sure that's what Betty...

Mrs. Rhys Jones would have wanted?

- That's the best I've
seen her look in 17 years.

Thank you, Boris.

(door closes)

- He's gone.

(gasps)

- Oh, no, no, no, Boris.

What are we going to do?

Give me the pills, quick.

- What pills?

- What pills?

The pills to knock me out.

- I don't have them.

- What do you mean you don't have them?

- I don't have them.

I didn't think I'd need them.

It was gonna be a closed coffin.

I didn't know I'd do such a wonderful job.

- Wonderful job?

I'm alive, Boris, I'm not dead.

- We can do this, Betty.

We can do this.

We can do this.

Look, I'll be standing nearby

and I'll intervene if anything goes wrong.

You'll just have to concentrate.

We can do this.

We can do this.

Start praying.

(dramatic music)

- [Delbert] Look, just
leave it to me, Frank,

otherwise sit in the back.

- [Frank] There's space up top.

- [Delbert] I'll just
slip it in here, I think.

- Oh, yes.

My goodness.

Delbert, come here.

Who's the fox?

- Meredith.

- [Frank] Think I'm in love.

She got a boyfriend?

- I think she has many.

- [Frank] She's my type.

- She's everybody's type, actually.

(solemn music)

You were right, it's a good turnout.

- You saw what she looked like, Delbert.

Covered with blood and lacerations.

He's not up to the job, he's just not.

- Now, don't laugh or anything

when we get up there, will you?

- I'll be good, I promise.

No matter how ridiculous she looks.

Oh, my gosh.

Oh, my gosh.

Well, now I'm depressed.

- It's quite a job.

That's really something.

I mean, that's really something.

- I heard you, I heard you.

Unbelievable.

How did he do that?

I've never seen anyone look more alive.

She's like a model.

It's gotta be the makeup.

- Steady, Frank.

- Oh, Boris.

- [Boris] No trade secrets.

- Come on, a little touch.

Come on, we're all professionals here.

- I don't want you to leave any smudges.

- The face has such a glow.

Did you use a collagen spray?

- No.

- Clear varnish?

Mr. Sheen?

- Come on, Frank.

Boris isn't going to give away his fluids.

Lovely job.

- Thank you.

(grunts)

- [Boris] That's the worst over.

- How many more are there?

- Hard to say.

Hugh's gotta come up yet.

He may take a little time.

- Boris, I've got an itch under my chin.

It's driving me mad.

Up a bit, up, up.

Down a bit, down, down, down.

- I thought I saw a wasp.

- Betty, sweet Betty.

I am so sorry.

I never meant to have an affair
with Hugh, it just happened.

From the very first day I gave him

a blowjob under his
desk, I knew it was wrong.

I should never have gone with him to

Aberystwith and all those
places when he told you

he was going on conventions.

But he's an animal, Betty, an animal.

And I did love that
dominatrix thing for a while.

But only for a while, Betty, honest.

And I never really meant
to poison you with the vodka.

I'm so glad that didn't work.

I'm glad you fell off the cliff, instead.

Well, you know what I mean, Betty.

Will you ever be able to forgive me, Betty?

Please, forgive me.

(sobbing)

- Did you hear that, did you hear that?

- Not now, Betty.

It's nearly over.

- It's not over.

It's not over till the dead lady sings.

- Betty, settle down.

Here comes Hugh.

I'll tap the coffin when you can breathe.

- Betty.

Dear, dear, sweet, innocent,

stupid Betty.

It couldn't have worked out any better.

Smell that, Betty.

Onion.

Great for tears.

Oh, Betty!

Sweet Betty.

All that money of yours
and only me to spend it.

Unbelievable.

How will I live?

Maybe in Vegas, Caesar's Palace.

Oh, love!

(cane tapping)

You were so young.

But not as young as all
those showgirls I'm gonna boff.

(sobbing)

Betty!

(gasps)

(gasps)

- Lilies.

- Well, Betty, it's been a nice ride.

Too bad you got derailed.

Ciao.

- Bastard.

(soft piano music)

- My granddad brought me to see you.

He's waiting in the car.

I just wanted to tell you
that you're a very pretty lady

and I'm going to miss you very much.

You were always nice to me.

When you see my mother in
Heaven, will you say hello to her?

I know she will like you.

I told her about you in
my prayers all the time.

I brought you some flowers.

I know that they're actually weeds,

but you and I see them as flowers, right?

This rose...

This rose is the first one that has come.

It's so beautiful.

See?

Got to go now.

Heaven must be a great
place with people like you there.

Goodbye, Mrs. Rhys Jones.

(Betty and Boris sneeze)

- Are you all right?

- Yes, I'm...

Betty sneezed, I'm covering.

Keep sneezing, I gotta talk to Hugh.

(Betty and Stanley sneeze)

(Betty and Stanley sneeze)

Would you like to proceed with the service?

Reverend Price is ready.

- Whatever you say.

- [Boris] Coast is clear.

- Did you hear that?

Did you hear what that bastard said?

- Betty this is not the time.

It's the only chance I got to get you out.

Quick!

- I just wanted one last look at my love.

- Rigour mortis.

- I wanted to be here
when you close the coffin.

All done?

- All done.

- [Priest] Dearly beloved,
we have come together today

to commend to the
loving care of Almighty God

the soul of our dear departed friend Betty.

- [Boris] It's okay, Terry,
you go with the boys.

- All right, Boris. - I'll be fine.

(playful music)

Betty, can you hear me?

- [Betty] Boris!

Boris, get me out of here!

- Betty, love, I can't.

There's no room for the lid.

There's no clearance, you see?

It's too low.

But we'll get you out, we'll get you out.

- Boris, did I tell you?

I don't know if I mentioned it earlier.

I'm claustrophobic.

Help!

Help!

- Betty, settle down, settle down!

We're over the worst now!

- Over the worst?

I'm about to be buried alive

and you say we're over the worst.

I don't know, call me
daft, but I don't think so!

- Just take a deep breath, Betty.

Breathe deep.

It's a good job I bored those holes, eh?

Be patient, my love!

Think of Fred and Ginger!

- [Betty] Help!

- And so it is, ashes
to ashes, dust to dust

in sure and certain
hope of the Resurrection

and the life of the world to come.

- Goodbye, Betty.

- [Priest] In the name of the
Father, the Son Jesus Christ.

- [Hugh] I can't hang around.

- [Priest] Amen.

- [Boris] Betty, can you hear me?

- [Betty] Yes, I can hear you!

- We're nearly home free.

(engine rumbling)

No, no, no, it's all right.

You don't have to do that.

We can fill her in later.

- Hey, I gotta plant
her before I clock off!

- No, no, you can't do this!

You can't do this!

Stop, stop!

- Why can't he?

- Why can't he?

Because...

Because of religious beliefs.

This person was a non-mechanical Baptist.

- Non-mechanical Baptist?

- That's right.

They're a small group from Aberdare

who moved away and converted.

This person has to be
buried in shovelled earth.

- Shovelled earth?

- Nothing motorised.

- Hey, Dai!

Non-mechanical Baptist!

Get the shovels!

- [Dai] All right then, Gareth!

- [Boris] Betty.

Betty, it's me.

It's me.

Come on, love.

Get up.

- I'm thinking.

- Thinking?

No, no, this isn't the time to think.

This is the time to resurrect.

- You know, funny things happen

when you hear yourself being buried, Boris.

Do you know what I mean?

- Oh, Betty, this isn't the time.

- You start to reflect.

Reflect with a capital R.

Oh, I've been so stupid, so very naive.

I've got to change some things.

- Fine, great.

Now, can we reflect back at the shop?

Because I don't particularly
fancy the view from here.

Come out.

- All right.

- [Boris] I'll give you a leg-up.

- [Betty] Do it, please.

- [Boris] Give me your leg.

- [Betty] Quick, quick!

Watch your hands, Boris.

Lift.

(Boris grunting)

- [Boris] Go, go!

(uptempo music)

- So you were running
away to start a new life

together in some distant paradise?

And you got away with it?

- I'll tell you this, Delbert.

I never could've done what Boris did today.

I can't believe some
local yokel showed me up.

- Come on, Frank.

Before you know it,
another dead body will come

strolling through that door

and you'll be your old self again, man.

- What if there is some kinda trade secret?

That special fluid that stops

the swelling and discoloration?

I gotta go over there and find it.

- That's what I like to hear, man.

That's it, that's the spirit.

Not now, not now, all right?

- Get the flashlight.

- What do you mean, you're not going?

I've bought the tickets.

- How can I go after what I've heard?

How could he do that to me?

And that trollop.

- Betty, it's too late.

- All those lies.

And he's got the insurance money.

- Betty.

- He can't get away with it.

- There's only so much
a dead person can do.

What are you gonna do, scare him to death?

- [Frank] Be careful.

- [Delbert] If you'd just
leave me to drive back there.

- [Frank] If you drove on
the right side of the street

you'd be okay.

- [Delbert] Off we go.

Frank, Frank!

- [Frank] Come on, Delbert.

- This is wrong, man.

Creeping around in the middle of the night.

Let's go home, sleep on it.

- Come on.

- And then in the
morning, with a clear head,

after deep thought, we'll
break in and ransack the place.

- [Frank] Shut your hole.

Now keep it really quiet.

- [Betty] Come on, Boris.

Where's your sense of adventure?

- Halfway to Tahiti.

(metal clatters)

- [Frank] Why don't you just call the cops?

- Shall we call the police?

- [Frank] Watch out,
you're killing me here.

- We can't call the police.

I've got an undead dead person here.

Get on the slab.

- What?

- Get on the slab.

- I don't want to. - Come on.

- [Frank] Once you're in, unlock the door.

- Now, whatever happens, don't move.

- Oh, I don't like it on here.

(clattering)

- [Delbert] I'm in.

- [Frank] Delbert, don't worry.

The door's not locked.

- You kiss pretty good for a corpse.

- Oh, Boris, you haven't.

- No.

Lie down.

- [Delbert] I'm just a little
apprehensive, all right?

- What do you think, we're gonna run into

dead bodies or something?

We'll just snoop around and leave.

(yelling)

(yelling)

What are you doing with the lights out?

- Frank, I love her.

- But she's.

- No, it's not what you...

It's not like that!

- That's not right.

I mean, that's not right!

- You don't understand!

- I do understand.

I know this goes on.

- Frank, I can explain.

- Oh, it's not what you think.

(yelling)

- [Frank] But she's.

- It's not what you...

(yelling)

- Delbert!

- I thought.

- We never meant to... -
But we thought you were...

- It's not what you... - This is all so...

- Wait, wait, stop.

Someone finish a sentence.

- I can explain.

- That's a start.

- Well, you see, Boris
and I have fallen in love,

and the only way...

Well, the only way we can be together

is if my husband thinks I'm dead.

- So we staged her death.

And then we were gonna go...

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute, why
am I explaining all this?

What are you doing in my house?

- Frank?

- Yes, Frank, explain that.

- Well, I was just so damn jealous.

You did such a good job, I
had to know how you did it.

But I got you now.

Once everybody knows about this

you'll never do another funeral.

I'll be the only game in town.

(laughing)

Come on, Delbert.

- Wait, Frank.

Can't we cut a deal here?

I mean, I could sell
you the business cheap.

You'd never see us again.

How's that?

- Why should I?

I got you already.

- But I could still sell to someone else.

So either you'll have both or
you'll still have competition.

50% of market value.

- 30. - 40.

- Deal.

- Wait a minute.

I'm not going anywhere.

I'm not leaving until Hugh and Meredith

get what they deserve.

- It's a long story.

- Actually, Frank, you
might have one or two

items I could borrow.

(uptempo music)

- [Frank] Huh?

Big ladder.

Very big ladder.

(man yells) (metal crunches)

- Go.

- Go.

- What? - Come on.

(tyres squealing)

(electricity zaps)

(electricity zapping)

- Trollop.

Ready?

- Check.

- Check.

- I blame love.

Love can drive a man bonkers.

- Delbert, say check.

- Check.

- Ladies and gentlemen, it's showtime.

- Okay, if there's one thing
we've learned today it's

play with fire and you get burned.

But beware, revenge
can quickly cool things off.

- It's really chilly in this house tonight.

Look, I don't know if we
should be doing this, Hugh.

My tarot was really funny this week,

and Betty's barely cold.

- Come here.

I'll take away your fears, girl.

(ghostly moaning)

- Hugh?

- Hugh.

Rhys Jones.

- I don't like this, Hugh.

- Kids.

It's coming from out there somewhere.

- [Frank] The spirits are awakening.

Hugh.

- [Hugh] I'm going out there.

- [Frank] They have come.

- [Meredith] Don't leave me alone.

- Stay there!

(gasps)

(door slams) (Meredith screams)

Who's there?

- [Frank] Hugh.

- What's going on?

(coughing)

Oi, who's there?

What's all this smoke?

(doorknob squeaking)

- Is that you, Hugh?

- [Frank] Your wife is coming for you.

(screaming)

- Why, Meredith?

Why?

- Betty, is that you?

Please, wait, just let's talk.

- Nothing to talk about, Meredith.

You wanted me dead.

I'm dead.

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Please, forgive me!

Forgive me, I've been a bad girl!

A very, very bad girl!

- You are damned, Meredith Mainwaring.

Damned for all time.

You will burn in eternally.

- Not that.

Not eternal life!

I sunburn really easily!

(machine whirring)

(Meredith screaming)

(thunder rumbling)

- [Frank] Adulterer.

- Who the hell are you?

- I will haunt you every night, unless.

- Unless what?

Please, tell me.

I'll do anything, anything!

- Unless you follow my instructions

that are written in blood!

(Meredith screams)

Follow them and you will be saved!

(screaming)

- Keep away from me!

Meredith!

Meredith!

Meredith! (screaming)

(yelling)

- Hello, Hugh.

- Betty?

But you're dead.

You've grown twigs in your head.

You can't be a ghost.

I don't believe in ghosts.

I do believe in ghosts!

I do, I do, I do!

- I come from a world of a wrathful god.

- Betty, I think you're taking
this all much too seriously.

- You must atone for your sins.

- Sins?

What sins?

- The lies, the adultery, the embezzlement.

- Oh, those sins.

- Atone!

- How do I know you got any power?

Just checking, just checking!

I'll atone, I'll atone, I'll atone!

- Now leave my house.

- Where do I go?

- Try the Holiday Inn.

- [Hugh] I'm going, I'm going, I'm going!

I'm gone!

Oh, the keys, the keys, the keys!

Please!

- Goodbye.

Betty, I gotta hand it to you.

You got style.

- Right.

One more stop and it's off to Bali.

- Bali?

No, No, Tahiti.

- [Betty] Whatever.

Willie?

Willie?

(soft piano music)

- You're so beautiful.

- Willie, everything's
going to be all right.

- Have you been to Heaven already?

- [Betty] I have, Willie.

- Did you see my mom?

- She's so proud of you.

She told me to tell you
that she loves you very much

and she'll always watch over you.

- Say hello to her for me.

Tell her I pray for her every night.

- And she hears you.

She told me so.

(electricity zapping)

Got to go now.

Goodbye, Willie.

And brush your teeth.

Be good to your granddad.

And never forget what you told me.

That every weed can be a flower.

And it's never too late for anything, ever.

Bye, Willie.

And always remember that
your Mother's voice is in the wind.

(wind blowing)

- We're gathered here to
read the last will and testament

of Mrs. Betty Rhys Jones.

Now, "I, Betty Rhys Jones,
being of sound mind and body,

do hereby bequeath all my
worldly possessions to one

William Goodman."

- What?

- "I do further bequeath a monthly stipend

of 500 pounds to my
husband Hugh Rhys Jones,

provided that he follows
the following conditions."

- What?

What bloody conditions?

Give that here!

- [Lawyer] No, Hugh...

- [Audience] Jerry, Jerry,
Jerry, Jerry, Jerry, Jerry!

- [Announcer] Ladies and
gentlemen, would you please welcome

the eighth wonder of
the world, Jerry Springer.

(audience cheering)

- Thank you.

Hey, welcome to the show.

Today, we're talking to haunted mistresses

from Wrottin-Powys in Wales.

Please welcome Meredith.

(audience cheering)

- What?

- Meredith, welcome to the show.

Now, you were having
an affair with, it says here,

Councillor Hugh Rhys Jones.

Is that right?

- [Meredith] Yes, that's right.

- And this began before or after

his wife's tragic dancing accident?

- Well, it was while she was still alive.

- Okay, I think we have a
picture of the Councillor.

Now, can we put that up?

Oh.

Wow, that's the kind of guy who really

sets the pulses racing in Wales.

That true?

Mr. Irresistible, right?

Yeah.

Now, Councillor Rhys Jones is not aware

that you're appearing
on the show, is that right?

- That's right.

I wasn't allowed to tell him.

- Why not?

- Betty, his wife, she forbade me.

- Let me get this straight.

You're saying his wife's ghost

wouldn't allow you to tell him?

- Yes, that's right.

(audience laughs)

- I'm not gonna ask you why you have

a video camera in your bedroom,
but we have a tape of that.

And can we roll the tape now?

(audience cheering)

♪ So, don't let them begin the beguine ♪

♪ Let them play ♪

♪ Let a love that was once
a fire remain an ember ♪

♪ Let it sleep like the dead desire ♪

♪ I only remember ♪

♪ When they begin the beguine ♪

- To go to such elaborate lengths for love,

I guess it's style.

It just goes to prove, it's never too late.

Till next time, take care
of yourself and each other.

♪ Till you whisper to me
once more, darling I love you ♪

♪ And we suddenly know
what heaven we're in ♪

♪ When they begin ♪

♪ The beguine ♪

♪ All right ♪

("Something Good" by Catherine Porter)

♪ I must've been a good
girl in a previous life ♪

♪ I could've been a
holy saint or a fine wife ♪

♪ 'Cause things are going my way ♪

♪ Yeah, it's all just going my way ♪

♪ I won't try to dress it up ♪

♪ 'Cause I know I'll only mess it up ♪

♪ If it's true we get what we deserve ♪

♪ Then with you I won't lose my nerve ♪

♪ 'Cause you're standing
here like I dreamed you would ♪

♪ And all I can say ♪

♪ I must've done something good ♪

♪ Something good ♪

♪ I must've done something good ♪

♪ Maybe it's the new moon or my lucky day ♪

♪ Are the stars all lined
up or did God hear me pray ♪

♪ And send some goodness my way ♪

♪ Oh, lots of goodness today ♪

♪ Everything is coming up roses ♪

♪ And I'm sure Heaven knows it ♪

♪ If it's true, we get what we deserve ♪

♪ Then, babe, with you ♪

♪ That's the best news I've heard ♪

♪ 'Cause you're standing
here like I dreamed you would ♪

♪ And all I can say ♪

♪ I must've done something good ♪

♪ If it's true, we get what we deserve ♪

♪ Then with you, that's
the best news I've heard ♪

♪ 'Cause you're standing
here like I dreamed you would ♪

♪ And all I can say ♪

♪ If it's true, we get what we deserve ♪

♪ Then with you, I won't lose my nerve ♪

♪ 'Cause your loving me
like I dreamed you would ♪

♪ And all I can say ♪

♪ All I can say ♪

♪ I must've done something good ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ I must've done something good ♪