All language subtitles for tales_of_the_unexpected_s06e03_a_sad_loss

Oh, Claire Darling, I don't think I can
bear to leave all this.

God, ten years in February, water like
warm velvet.

Not a TV area or not a supermarket in
sight.

Pure little heaven.

Yes, it is lovely.

Not without its problems, though.

Oh, it has been such fun seeing you
again, Maggie.

Must you really go this afternoon?

We can't all play at hotels in the
Caribbean.

Hey, Harry, fix me a box for a special
engine and tally. Yes, sir, Mr. Brigham.

Have you got the register? No, Mr.
Brigham. You had it from the off one.

get it for me, will you?

Maggie, I'm afraid Aunt Alicia is
joining us again for lunch.

Oh. I had hoped to avoid the old car for
my last meal. I know. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for you, darling. I've only
had to put up with her for a week.

I mean, she's not even your aunt. She's
your husband's aunt.

And Giles is dead, darling.

Yeah.

It's not misplaced loyalty, Maggie. I
have to put up with her.

This place is mortgaged to the hilt.

We're months behind with the payment.

Unless I can persuade Aunt Alicia to
advance me some of the money she's left

in her will, we'll have to sell up.

She's left you everything.

What about Jada's brother?

She reproached poor Patrick for years
for not marrying, and when he finally

did... She looked a violent dislike to
his wife.

She never made any secret of the fact
she intended to leave all her money to

Giles when she died.

And then, of course, the unthinkable
happened.

You never told me how Giles died.

Nothing very spectacular.

He had a heart attack.

He worked too hard. He was terribly
overweight.

But why are you in such trouble? You
must be raking it in.

No, we're not.

This is a seasonal paradigm.

For two or three months, we do very
well. The rest of the year, we might

well close down.

Especially with the political situation
on the island.

Well, if that improves, and if we can
borrow from Aunt Alicia, we might just

scrape by.

But things certainly aren't going to be
easy.

Aunt Alicia.

With the compliments of the manager.

You invented it? I perfected it.

Try it.

Everybody gets one on their last day.
And one of these. Oh, how kind.

We issue one with each Hawksworth
special.

It gives Madam something to do when
she's on the ceiling.

Miss Hawksworth, you'll find the ladies
by the pool.

Ah, thank you, Mr. Brigham.

This is lethal.

Blame the manager.

I told you Dave was a barman in
Bridgetown before he came here. You're

with him, aren't you?

Don't you like him?

Oh, darling.

He's almost criminally gorgeous, but I
wouldn't trust him an inch.

Good day, Claire.

Aunt Alicia.

Miss Patton, shall we eat at once?

Do yourself, Miss Patton. All that sugar
is pure poison.

It's going to be a lovely way to go.

There's no such thing as a lovely way to
go. Well, I shall work it all off this

afternoon. I promise I'll have a lot of
women in the pool.

Do you always swim in the sea?

Naturally. I haven't come 4 ,000 miles
to swim in a freshwater pool.

I swim from the jetty. I like to dive
in.

Is that quite wise?

At your age.

Oh, it's quite safe inside the reef,
Maggie.

Giles had danger signs put up to stop
people going too far out.

Would you like some honey for the cider
vinegar?

Oh, thank you, dear.

Ah!

Miss Patton, since you'll be in London
tomorrow, I wonder if you'll be kind

enough to post this letter for me when
you arrive.

My pleasure.

It's my cat, you see.

Mrs. Bradley's a cat?

Mrs. Bradley is my housekeeper.

Whenever I'm away from home, I make a
point of writing to her every few days.

She's devoted to Monty, of course, but
she does have a tendency to neglect his

diet. I'd like to send her a few
reminders.

I've enjoyed your company, Miss Patton.

It's not often one has the opportunity
of meeting one of the smarter set.

Do have a pleasant trip home.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

Oh, Walter, off a duck's back, darling.
You're the one that has to cope with

you.

Oh, silly, she's leaving you all her
money.

And she can't live forever.

She seems to be having a very good try
at it.

Why are you so gloomy?

Whatever else you are, you're no
accountant.

I should never have let you loose on the
books. Do I detect a note of censure in

Madam's voice?

My eyes were wide open when I took you
on.

I wasn't so besotted by your charm I
couldn't tell a pirate when I saw one.

battles were fought, sweetheart. You
invited me aboard.

I needed you.

And not just to help with the chores.

Well, where is he?

Oh, rubbish. He can't have left.

We always have a limbo dancer on beach
barbecue night.

I saw him yesterday.

All right, all right.

I'll come down.

I'm going down to the beach.

Come on, let it wait. Oh, darling, come
on. Not now. Why not?

For heaven's sake, it's the middle of
the afternoon.

Well, it's the best time.

Busiest time.

Haven't you got any work to do?

Well, just who is pulling the strings
round here? Not you, Dave.

What?

Afternoon, boss.

Good afternoon, Charlie.

Frank, get me the key to the mailbox,
would you please? Right.

Would you like a beer, Charlie?

Would I like a beer?

Harry?

Beer for Charlie, please.

Yes, Miss Oaksworth.

Here you go, Charlie.

Thank you.

Right, boss.

It's been a real pleasure.

My dear!

My dear, such news.

been all afternoon.

I'm sorry. I had to go into town. Has
something happened? Indeed it has.

Afternoon. I received a telephone call
from England, from Giles's brother.

Patrick, were you?

My dear, the most wonderful news.

Sheila has had a baby. A son.

The one thing I've been longing for all
these years and thought would never

happen. Hawks were there at last.

Oh, I must write and congratulate them.

There. I knew you'd understand.

Understand?

Now, my dear, I don't want you to be
upset.

But you must realize that now I must
leave my money in trust for the new

And after all, dear, you really have no
need of it. The inn must be making a

splendid profit.

You're changing your will. I've written
to my solicitor, putting everything,

well, almost everything, in trout for
the child.

I shall speak to Patrick when I return
to London.

I see.

There. I felt sure you would, dear.

I'm remarkably fit for my age, but all
the same I think it would be unwise of

me, to leave such an important matter
until I return to London next month.

I... I thought a will had to be drawn up
by a lawyer.

Well, it may not be written on the usual
legal form, but I assure you it is a

valid document.

And I got those two charming Americans
to witness my signature.

You do see why I must do this, don't
you, dear?

Naturally, you'll get something.

Probably some of my jewellery.

Where is it, the letter?

She's just posted it. It'll go on the
morning boat. Oh, no, it won't. Oh,

Take it out of the box.

But suppose she phones or sends a cable.
Why should she now that she's written?

Is it legally binding?

Yes. A will can be written on anything,
as long as it's dated and witnessed, and

she makes it clear that it supersedes
all previous wills.

I know. I went through it all when Giles
died.

I get the letter.

Now? Yeah, now.

Oh, Dave, I don't... Go on.

Frank, would you do something for me? I
think I left the ferry timetables in my

office. I think I could miss.

You'll find them on my desk

Well? Now what?

We can burn this for a start. Oh,
darling, what difference does it make?

be back home in five weeks.

And it's perfectly obvious that she
mustn't go back.

Ever.

No, Dave. Look at it, Claire. Come on,
have a look around you. How can you bear

to lose all this?

We don't have any choice.

We'll have to sell. Not if I have
anything to do with it, we won't.

Oh, Dave, let me talk to her. If I show
her how much we need the money... That

hard -faced old bat, if she thinks we've
made a mess of this hotel, what chance

do you really think you've got?

Good money after bad.

God, I can hear her saying it right now.

I'm not going to give her the
satisfaction of turning you down.

Anyone to go swimming in the sea at her
age is asking for trouble.

Especially early in the morning when
there's no one else around.

That... Ridiculous. She's strong enough.

And who's going to be surprised if an
old lady dies suddenly?

But there's no point in my arranging a
little accident if this letter isn't

burnt.

Come on.

There's to be a barbecue tomorrow night,
I understand.

Yes. Will you join us? I think not,
dear.

But since I'm to be kept awake till all
hours tomorrow, I shall retire early

tonight.

Will you send a pot of tea to my room in
ten minutes?

Certainly. Good night, Claire.

Good night.

Has she gone to bed?

Yes, she's gone. She wants the tea in
her room. That's perfect.

No, Dave. Are you taking her the tea?
Yes, I'm making her a fresh pot, but...

No. Do it. Put the sleeping pills

in the tea.

Look, we may never have a chance like
this again. In that herbal brew of hers,

she'll never taste a difference.

Oh, there must be another way. There
must be.

I need more time to think. Think? What
is there to think about? About losing

this place? Is that what you want to
think about?

God damn it, Claire, your husband died
making this place perfect. Are you just

going to stand aside and allow that
autocratic old witch to snatch it away

you?

Thank you, my dear.

Did I tell you I had a card from Maggie
Patton?

Really? Yes.

It took two weeks to get here.

I just hope Mr Bridgenhorst has received
my letter and Mrs Bradley. I've written

to her constantly. She never replies.

Oh, I'm sure she will.

You know how dreadful the mail is here.

Well, I'll say goodnight.

There's such a lot to be organised for
this wretched barbecue.

Goodnight, Claire.

Goodnight.

We'll give her a couple of hours.

Two o 'clock. We'll move at two, OK?

What about footprints?

What do you mean, footprints?

In the sand.

The tide will wash them out by morning.
It's no problem.

I'll tip her over on the far side of the
reef. The current should take us south,

away from the island.

But the body will be washed up
somewhere.

There'll be an inquest. So what'll they
find? A few grains of barbiturate. So

she took some sleeping tablets to help
her sleep.

Dave, I don't think I can go through
with this.

We can't go back now.

Yes, we can.

We'll let her sleep it off. She'll never
know.

need you.

Don't touch her.

Get around the other side of the bed.

I'll hold her while you get her into a
swimming car, Jim.

Yeah. Get rid of it when you come back.

Hey, move.

I think she's waking up.

What's going on?

That body got washed up on Great Seal.

Ms. Hawksworth Arnott. No.

It's true.

Missing for over a week.

So simple.

Such a sad loss.

They're not even going to ship the body
home. A dignified burial at sea. We must

cable Patrick and Mrs. Bradley.

And the solicitor. Oh, no, no, not Mr.
Bridgenworth. We don't want to seem

greedy. He'll get the news soon enough.

How long do wills take to be probated in
England?

Look what I've got here, Monty.

Another letter from your mummy.

All the way from the Caribbean.

Well, Monty, what has mummy done now?

Good morning. Bridge North Simpson and
Penworthy.

Might I speak to Mr. Bridge North,
please?

Nora Bradley, housekeeper to Miss Alicia
Hawksworth.

Thank you.

Has Mummy been a silly billy?

Hello?

Mr. Bridge North?

I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Bridge
North.

But I've just received a letter from
Miss Alicia.

Yes, from the West Indies.

Well, I think she must have put it in
the wrong envelope, because it was

addressed to me, but the letter was
written to you.

So you'll probably get the one she wrote
to me.

I thought I'd better let you know at
once, because it looked rather

Something to do with the changing of her
will.