All language subtitles for The Gentle Touch s04e12 Weekend

Yes? Mrs. Dessard?

Yes? Seven Dolls Police.

You phoned. Made a complaint?

I did.

Yes.

Rotten egg?

Yes.

I asked for a detective.

Well, I am a detective.

You?

You know more than a kid.

The, uh... The complaint.

It's about my husband.

You're making a complaint against your
husband?

Yes.

Well, so where is he?

Upstairs.

Well, would you mind telling me the
nature of it? Yes.

I'll tell you.

My husband... He's trying to poison me.

Where are you going?

I don't know yet. I'll make my mind up
on the way.

On your way where?

I just said I don't know yet.

It's pouring with rain outside.

Exactly.

Oh, well.

Anyway, you want me out for the day?

I do not want you out for the day. No,
I'd expect I'll find something to do. I

have never once said that I wanted you
out for the day. Now, have I said that?

Well, you didn't have to say it.

No? It was implied.

Oh, now, wait a minute. Don't start that
scene.

You are perfectly welcome to stay home
all day, if you wish. Oh, thank you.

happens to be the first full Saturday
I've had off in ages, and I intend to be

very busy, not doing anything.

Now, Mike will be calling around later.
Oh, I see. No, you do not see. Neither

do you. Let me finish.

Mike will be calling around later, and
we're probably going out somewhere. Now,

I don't know where yet, because we
haven't made any set plans on this first

Saturday that I've had off since God
knows when.

All right?

And the reason I asked you earlier what
your plans were... It's because you

don't want any responsibilities today.

That's right.

Now, you are a responsibility, and I
like you being a responsibility, but not

today.

Today, I don't want to be asked where a
certain clean shirt is or what we're

having for lunch.

I don't want to be asked what time it
is. I don't want to be asked any

unnecessary questions. I don't want to
be called.

I don't want to be summoned.

Just for this one day.

Now, do you understand?

Yeah. You want me out of the way? Oh,
for God's sake.

Now, what the... Trap me.

Yeah, being poisoned?

What? That's what you said, sir.
Poisoned by who?

By a husband.

According to her.

Yeah, OK. What's she look like? Look
like, sir? Well, the woman. Does she

like a victim of poisoning?

Oh, no. She looked quite well.

Bit odd.

She even had a padlock and chain on the
food cupboard in the kitchen.

Did she describe her symptoms?

Yeah, well, she was a bit vague, sir.
Any proof, sample of poisoned food,

liquid? No.

Anyone to witness the fact that her
husband may be maliciously administering

poison to her?

No, sir. Did you talk to her husband?

No. Well, he wasn't around.

She does have a husband, that's one.

Oh, yes, sir. Well, according to her.

Anyway, she hasn't made a written
complaint yet. You know, just a verbal

Yeah, good, good. Keep it that way. Sir?
Look, it's a domestic, Phillips.

You're supposed to be attached to CID.

Yeah, well, she asked for CID.

Of course she did. Her kind would. When
did she make the complaint?

Yesterday evening.

Well, there you are then.

Helen.

It's the weekend.

Oh, so what?

So people get weird at weekends, don't
they?

Especially domestics.

Got to face each other for two whole
days.

Mind works overtime.

But if she rings again, ask for me. If
she rings again and asks for you, then

you tell Uniform. You get them to send a
WPC.

You leave it alone.

Well, unless, of course, she dies, we
get landed with a suspicious death.

Oh, marvellous.

Then there's the weather factor.

The what? All that rain, non -stop.

Soaks the brain.

People always imagine the worst on a wet
weekend.

And, of course, when his husband and
wife are stuck at home all day, getting

each other's nerves, having rows, a lot
of noise, a lot of problems.

They imagine they're being got at by
each other, yeah. Right, but

subconsciously, mate.

Most of it's all down to the
subconscious.

Oh, yeah.

If she drives a car, she might just get
it into her head, he's trying to fix the

brake. Or he might convince himself
she's putting broken glass in his apple

crumble. But it's the woman.

What? In this case, it's the woman who
says she's being poisoned.

Thinks she's being poisoned.

Oh, right, then. Thinks it.

I mean, my old man and my old woman.

They never got on.

Always chucking accusations at each
other.

And my old woman makes the worst real
gravy in the world.

What's that got to do with anything?

I'm just saying.

My old man loves real gravy. Always has.

And he used to reckon, when he was in a
bad mood, which was often, that she was

trying to spike it intentionally.

Spike the gravy.

He was wrong, of course.

Oh, good.

Because all us kids used to have to eat
it as well, didn't we? Look, supposing

someone's right.

Right? Yeah.

Supposing they really are being
poisoned.

Well, then they talk to their doctor,
don't they? Or their friends or any

relative that might be on their side.

But not us.

What? They don't talk to us.

You heard what a man said.

Anyway, this real gravy of hers is
terrible.

Really diabolical.

The poor old girl's been trying for
years to get the hang of it.

I mean, I've seen it lying there in the
pan.

Looking like a boiled rubber glove.

Hello? Oh, hello, Mike. How are things?

Oh, good.

Me? Oh, I'm just pottering around,
taking things easy. I'm even going to

fire.

Yeah, what a day.

Going where?

What, in this weather?

I see.

You're still calling around later, are
you?

Oh, good.

No, no, that's all right. We've got the
whole day. We can make up our minds

where to go later on.

Oh, he's gone out?

Yes.

All right, I'll see you then. Cheers.

Bye.

CID.

Who?

Oh, just a moment, please.

Pete, for you.

Lady friend.

Hello.

Oh, yeah, hello, Mrs. Dessart.

Well, no, not really.

Well... Because there hasn't really been
much time to get things done, has

there?

Oh, yeah, look, of course I realise how
important it is, but it was only at your

house a couple of hours ago, remember?

Was it?

All right, then, two hours, 15 minutes
ago.

Look, anyway, I've had a word with the
inspector, and he reckons that a WPC

be... What?

A WPC is a policewoman.

No, no, not a lady detective, but a
policewoman just the same, yeah.

Oh, fine.

Yes. Look, I tell you what, I'll pop up
and see one right now and make sure

she's there within the hour, yes?

Well, thank you, Mrs. Itzard.

Yeah. Bye -bye.

I told her I'd send a WPC.

I'm not dead.

Just make sure you do it. What's that?

Yeah, it's just a crank.

Weekend weirdo. Thinks her husband's
trying to poison her.

You want to see her?

Yes, sir.

How old?

About 50.

50. The first time she's phoned, asked
for you personally?

Oh, yes, sir.

Won't end there, then, will it?

Not for you. Not now.

Sir? She's got your name.

Ergo, she's got you. You are now her
champion.

Won't end there now.

And, uh... A woman policeman, not going
to make much difference. She will ring

and ring and ring, and she'll always ask
for you.

Let her come here and ask for you.

Maybe even start hanging around outside,
follow you around, find out where you

live. I'll put money on it.

All right.

Let him go there, wrap it up, get her
off his back before she becomes a

liability. Yes, sir.

You go there and you keep her quiet.

Yes, sir. And don't complicate it any
further.

Okay.

Yeah, make sure, will you, Jake?

Make sure? Yeah.

Go with him.

You've started something, haven't you?

Oh, sorry.

Sorry? It's warm in here. It's dry.

Not out there.

It's pouring down with bloody rain out
there.

I'll catch you. Come on in.

How are you?

Fine. Here, come on, give me that coat.

You know, it's almost impossible to
drive out there. Yes, I bet.

I'll get this dry.

A couple of bottles of wine.

I thought we were going out.

We are, as soon as it eases off. In the
meantime, emergency rations.

Go in there, get yourself warm.

Here. Try your hand.

Thanks.

Oh, a couple of bottles, you said.

So it's best to have a choice?

Yes, a good choice.

Do you have authority on wine?

No, but I know a good label when I see
one.

Oh, that'll die.

Oh, no.

But that's out there, and we're in here.

So you come.

I was watching from the window.

So who's this?

Ah, this is Detective Sergeant Barrett.

Detective Sergeant?

That's right.

Come with you, has he?

Uh, yeah.

Oh. Well, I suppose that's all right.

He'll be asleep.

He always has a sleep at midday.

He hasn't answered yet.

Who hasn't answered?

My husband.

I wrote this to remind him to pay the
electric bill. You don't ask him to pay

it. Ask him? You know, talk to him?

I don't want to talk to him.

Why should I talk to him? Well, how do
you know if he's going to pay or not

He'll leave a note of his own, won't he?

An answering note on the stair.

Best way of dealing with a person like
him.

Beats you and your gravy.

So we're not going bowling?

No.

What did you say? Thank God for that. I
didn't say anything.

There's the theatre. We could go to the
theatre later.

Maybe.

Or the cinema.

I'm not sure what's on.

We've got a paper.

Yes, I'm with.

Then there's lunch. I ought to be buying
us some lunch. I can cook us some

lunch.

Anyway, your coat's not dry.

Oh, thank you.

Any music?

What?

Do you have any music?

Oh, yes, of course, hang on.

I, er... I have to talk to you.

Well, do you want the music during the
talk, before or afterwards?

Afterwards.

What is it we're about to have?

Yes, well, um... I suppose it's about
us. You suppose?

Well, no, it's about me.

I'm doing all kinds of things I haven't
done for years.

Like what?

And... You've probably noticed I haven't
got the words right. I haven't had to

use them for years.

If I... If I don't see you for a couple
of days, I... I feel...

Lousy.

When I know I'm going to see you, I'm on
top of the world.

I'm even nice to people who work under
me.

I think I've got them worried.

And would you believe, I even have
imaginary conversations with you when

not there.

The other day we were out in the country
looking for some gear that had been

stolen and stashed away on this farm. I
was standing in a wood waiting for the

others. You know what?

What?

If I'd had a penknife, I'd have carved
your name on a tree.

Could have borrowed one.

Yeah.

But it is... It's like being at school
again.

Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that
I'm in a bit of a

bad way.

Because of you.

You can chuck me out now if you like.

No, I shan't do that.

So what about you?

Now I'll tell you.

It's probably the last thing that I
need.

But the first thing that I want... Right
now, the only thing I want...

All right, what about your doctor?

Wouldn't it be advisable to go and see
him?

I don't get on with my doctor.

At least you could explain the problem
to him, describe your symptoms.

And I don't like the waiting room there.

The receptionist is rude and you're made
to wait for hours.

And I've got better things to do than
sit on an uncomfortable chair, listening

to old women discussing their bad legs
and young women talking about their

children. What are your symptoms, Mrs.
Isard?

What? What makes you think you've been
poisoned?

I've already told Mr... He forgot to
tell me.

Oh.

Well, I've been sick a lot.

Any cramp?

Cramp? In a stomach.

No. Well, a bit of pain now again. I
suppose you could call that cramp. Have

ever passed out, been unconscious?

No, not yet.

Any burning sensation round the mouth,
on the lips, after you've eaten

or drunk something?

No.

But then I'm careful.

And what about smell?

Smell? Have you tasted anything? Any
food or drink that had an odd smell to

Something you wouldn't normally
associate with it?

Like what?

Well, like almonds, for instance.

No, I haven't tasted anything almondy.

I don't need to see a doctor. I know.

He's threatened to poison me.

That's enough, isn't it? Surely that's
enough.

When he threatened you?

Yes. Did he write the threat on one of
his notes?

Oh, no. That was when we were talking.

A verbal threat?

Yes. And when was that?

What? When did he make this verbal
threat?

He made more than one. When we were
talking, Mrs. Itard.

When? Yes.

But when was the last time you had a
normal speaking conversation with your

husband?

When did we go decimal?

1971.

Well, it was round about then.

There's a club out at Ilford. I know the
manager. We could go there.

What do they do there in the afternoons?

Gamble. Do you like gambling? No.

We could watch.

No, thanks.

Well, driving the countries out.

Absolutely.

Then again, we could ring up some
friends.

Friends? Yeah. Whose friends?

Well, I don't know.

Yours, mine. Make a party of it.

No? No.

Good, I didn't like that idea much
myself.

Give me time, I'll think of something.

So what did...

You and Ray do it yourselves on a wet
Saturday afternoon.

How am I supposed to answer that?

Do you mean the beginning of the
relationship when there was just the

and we still tried to be romantic? Or do
you mean later when it was a busy

working marriage?

I suppose I don't really know what I
mean. Yes, you do. You asked.

Yeah.

I did.

So I'll tell you.

It was a good marriage.

I miss the man.

But I do know that two -thirds of the
way through that marriage we wouldn't

been sitting here by the fire drinking
wine and not wanting to do any more than

that.

And I wouldn't have been feeling good.

In a different way, maybe, but not in
the same way as I'm feeling good right

now.

It's a sad thing about relationships,
isn't it?

Fun goes.

The kind of fun that was there at the
beginning.

Yes. It all gets too safe.

You're surprised we've left.

Nothing to get emotionally worried
about.

And all your well -meaning friends tell
you that's how it should be.

That any worthwhile relationship with
maturity becomes more down -to -earth

practical. Yes.

You forget how to carve a name on a
tree.

I forget why he wanted to carve it in
the first place.

Would your husband mind if we woke him
up, Mrs. DeSante?

You'd better ask him yourself.

Oh, well, would you mind if we had a
word with him?

No.

Why should I mind?

Up there.

Top floor.

Top room

Guess

what?

Mr Rousseau? Yeah.

Where from? I know you are.

It's obvious.

So you are.

There's nothing I really want to say to
you.

All the same, we'd like a word, if you
don't mind.

The honour.

That's what she says.

So, to get things straight, we thought
we ought to talk to you.

You know, to ask... Ask you if I'm
trying to poison her?

Well, yeah.

Let me tell you something, son.

If... If I had the courage, I think I'd
do it.

What's that?

I quite like to do it.

It's never even crossed my mind before.

But now you've mentioned it. Mr. Izzard,
only reason we're here is because your

wife has made a complaint against you.

We just want to get a peace between us.
Peace? There's enough peace in this

house, isn't there?

Absolute bloody dead silence. Isn't
there peace for enough?

We can't... Her down there, me stuck up
here in this lousy rotten room.

You don't have to be up here, surely?
No.

I do too. It's the only way I can get
away from her and me own home.

You own the house?

Well, no.

We both do.

Must be worth a few bob these days.

Yeah,

I expect it is.

I wouldn't kill her.

a real anger in me anymore.

I mean, he never really said a lot
before we got married, even less

He just went dead from the start.

We've never had a proper round, do you
know that? Not one in all these years.

I mean, one good row might have done a
bit of good, but we should have got us

talking to one another.

They're the only shouting matches we
ever have with some paper.

I once used up a whole notepad on one
argument.

Do you have any children?

Children?

Oh,

well, what's your job, Mr. Rousseau?

Hey, well, I'm in printing for as long
as printing lasts.

Yeah, well, there's a lot of new things
on the way.

Would you consider coming downstairs
with us?

Downstairs? Well, I think all of us,
your wife included, could maybe sit

the table and try and get some kind of
conversation going.

Mrs. Slithard?

Yes, Mrs. Slithard?

This is for you.

What? It's cake.

Homemade cake.

I made it.

Oh, thank you. It's because you've been
so helpful.

Understanding. Well, it... Are you
married?

Uh, no.

You live with your mother, do you?

Well, I live with my parents, yeah. And
I expect your mother makes cakes and

things for you, does she?

Oh, yes, she does. I bet she does.

The rubbish they turn in the shops, you
couldn't call those things cakes.

So what happened?

What are you going to do with him?

You're the understanding one.

Well,

we've had a chat with your husband.
Managed to say something then, did he?

Oh, yeah.

And he admitted it, eh? I expect he did
to you. You probably scared the life out

of him. No, he didn't admit anything.

In fact, he assured us he has no
intention of harming you.

Do you believe that?

You believe him?

Well, we've been given no reason to
disbelieve him. So what does that mean?

It means, Mrs Isard, that there's
nothing more we can do here.

Nothing more? We've spent a great deal
of time... I'm asking him!

Oh, yes, I'm afraid he's right.

The only advice we can offer you now, if
you're still concerned, is perhaps you

should see a solicitor.

Leave it!

Rain's stopped.

Let

it ring.

What? Why not leave it?

I can't just leave it.

It's the health, isn't it?

Persistent.

I can't.

If it's for me... Shut up.

Hello?

Hello, is there?

Steve?

Where are you? You sound miles away.

What?

Why are you there? What are you doing
there?

How did you get there?

No, I think. Coming back?

Oh, all right, but tell her I'll send
the money on to her.

What?

Well, I mean, all right, if they don't
mind you staying overnight.

Well, look, give me your number and I'll
ring you back.

What?

Oh, all right, then. Look, I'll see you
tomorrow afternoon.

Oh, and Steve, how's Dad?

Hello?

Are you all right?

Yeah, apparently.

He got on a train and went to Herne Bay.

Without telling you?

There was a slight breakdown of
communications this morning. I see.

What's so fascinating about Herne Bay?

My dad lives there now with his sister.
She takes care of him.

I used to go fishing once at Herne Bay.

Deep -sea fishing at the end of the
pier.

Worried?

Yes.

I don't know why.

Strong cup for coffee, I think.

Good idea.

All that midday boozing.

You're still beautiful.

And it's still your day off, so relax.

Yes.

Do you want anything to eat?

No, thanks.

Just coffee.

Cake.

Well, sir... Yeah, tell him the truth.

You offered a bribe. And you accepted
it.

Anyway, I'm off on.

Just about had enough for a Saturday.

And you put the woman straight?

Yes, sir. Right off her back?

Oh, yeah, I'd say so.

Once and for all?

Yes, sir. Good.

Talk to anyone else at the house?

Yes, sir. The husband, he's a... A
chick?

Oh, I'd say he's OK, sir. Bit of a poor
sob, but OK.

Nothing weird.

But not her.

She's as nutty as this.

Oi! And they won't be disgusting us at
this particular moment in time. Because

at that house, they don't do things like
that.

They just leave notes all over the
place.

Notes? Notes.

I reckon we've heard the last of her.

I turned

to ask you something.

What's that?

That girl you lived with.

Kate?

Yes.

Did you used to do with yourselves on
winter weekends?

We stayed fairly close most days. Some
people said we seemed inseparable.

All the time you were with her?

Yeah.

You were always that close?

Fun didn't go for you two, then?

Not as far as I was concerned.

Seems a pity you ever split up, if you
were that inseparable.

Some more coffee?

No, thanks.

Must have been some bad days.

Bad days?

Between you and this Kate.

One or two, maybe. None worth getting
upset about.

It sounds a little bit too perfect.

You're probably right.

Am I? It was too perfect.

Right then, so tell me, where did you
split it? Maggie.

No, really, I want to know. I mean, if
it was that idyllic. All right, then, if

you must know, she chucked me.

Chucked you? Didn't need me anymore.
Found someone better.

Oh. I'm not going to invent excuses for
it all and call her the biggest bitch in

the world. I'm too old for those kind of
lies.

Anyway, she wasn't a bitch.

And I loved her.

Then.

A

marvellous

day. Yes, really.

It's not over yet.

Can you stay tonight?

I said I'd be up before you one of these
days. I thought you were going to be up

this afternoon.

I was.

By train.

That's right.

But I didn't think I could face a Sunday
in Herne Bay. Well, not in the winter.

So I decided to hitch it back this
morning at four o 'clock.

You tried?

Yeah, it was easy. I got a lift almost
all the way here.

A milk lorry.

Morning, Steve.

Hello.

I didn't see any point in hiding.

No, why should you?

It's obviously a free house.

Morning, Carl.

Oh, uh, I don't think you were in today,
sir. No, neither did I.

So, uh, so what's the matter?

There's been a case of suspected
poisoning.

Well, not another one.

Where? At the Assard's house.

What? Yeah, that was night.

You mean he did it after all? No, no,
no. He appears to be the victim.

Victim? He was found on the street last
night in a state of semi -collapse. They

then rushed him to the Royal Free, where
he just about managed to tell him that

he'd been poisoned.

He's still alive?

Last I heard, yeah.

She did it. Looks like it.

So, where's Phillips? He's not in today,
sir. He's now ringing.

Yes, sir.

Turn to go straight to the Royal Free,
wait for a report, then you can bring it

to us.

And where will we be, sir? At the
Assad's house.

Would you like me to light that? Oh,
please.

Wood and... Oh, absolutely.

He's not moving in, you know.

What? Mike.

He isn't moving in.

He isn't going to be sitting in your
chair, he isn't going to be hanging his

coat on your peg, and he isn't going to
start telling you what to do.

I never said he was. He's just a friend.

A very dear friend. And now and again
he's going to call here and he's going

stay the night with me.

And no one, not even you, is going to
start making me feel ashamed about that

because that's when it starts to get
dirty.

Do you understand?

Sorry, what was that?

When was the last time you went to see
Grandad? It must have been ages ago.

No, it wasn't.

Aunty Wences, it was.

Yes, she would.

Now, I've been very busy these last few
months, as you well know, but I managed

to get to see him whenever I've got the
time.

You had the time yesterday.

A whole day, didn't you? Now, don't
start that game with me, Steve. What

Because you had no intention of visiting
him yourself yesterday, not when you

left here.

I might have... No, you left here
feeling very sorry for yourself because

wanted a day on my own for a change. No,
I never said anything about... You

didn't have to say anything.

So you made up your mind out there in
the rain to get on a train and go to

Bay, and not because you wanted to see
Grandad, but because you wanted to buy

some sympathy.

No. Oh, and I bet you arrived there
soaking wet like a poor little orphan in

storm, and I bet Aunty Wynne just loved
that. Yes, because she's kind enough

to... And I bet she dried your clothes
and sat you by a warm fire and gave you

some warm soup and told you just how
badly that you had been treated. Yes,

because she's kind enough... And I bet
you loved every daft, stupid minute of

it. Don't worry, just shut your mouth!

And you saw your husband in that
condition?

Yes. He came down the stairs.

And yet you didn't try and help him?

No. Why should I?

Where is he? Where's Mr Phillips?

Oh, he's busy at the moment.

Did he ask for help?

What?

Your husband. When he came down those
stairs, obviously in a great deal of

did he ask for help?

No.

I have to ask you this, Mrs. Isard. Did
you administer poison or any other

destructive substance in an attempt to
endanger your husband's life? Of course

not. He was trying to poison me.

If you don't mind, we'd like to go
upstairs, have a look at your husband's

Is he all right?

I think so. He's in his room.

Still talking to you? Yeah, just about.

Maybe I should go.

Do you want to stay in his room?

I really think I ought to leave. Oh,
look, stay and have some coffee. At

sit down and have coffee with me. All
right.

He's been a bit touchy.

Perhaps he feels he's let you down.

Father's footsteps and all that.

Still, he's at the university.

What do you mean, if? Of course he's
going.

Because you made up his mind for him?

Yes.

God almighty.

Yeah.

Sorry this stuff hasn't been washed up
for days.

This lot hasn't been washed up for
weeks.

Yeah. Till he's weathered. Gets too
dirty, hide it.

Stomach cramp, sickness, vomiting.

That's what he told them when they
wheeled him in.

OK. Let's see what he cooked for himself
last night, shall we?

Sheesh. Razzie fat.

Once old.

Probably even got dust and cobwebs mixed
up in there, wouldn't it?

That thing's lethal.

Well, there's no point in looking for
narcotics or corrosive, is there? The

bloody fool's poisoned himself.

That girl, Kate.

What about her?

Do you ever see her?

Occasionally, in passing.

How is she?

Very happy.

What with her new man?

By all accounts, he was the right
choice.

The right man.

Her.

Do you ever feel like carving her name
on a tree?

Never.

Hospital confirmed, then?

Yeah. Food poisoning.

They didn't even need to pump him.
They'd thrown the whole lot up by the

they got him to a bed.

Anyway, they kept him overnight.

Did a few tests.

So, and then discharged him, what, a
couple of hours ago?

Where is he now?

What? With him.

We brought her along.

Mr and Mrs Izzard?

Yeah? I'm Detective Chief Inspector
Russell.

Detective Chief Inspector?

Now, you've caused us a hell of a lot of
trouble. Do you know that?

I couldn't help being ill, could I?

Maybe you'd like to ask him how I feel.

What it feels like waiting to be ill.

Why don't you ask him yourself?

He's sat right next to you.

What sort of people are you?

Mr. Ithard, last night you thought you
were dying, yet you're too proud or too

stupid to ask your wife for help.

And you, you must have thought he could
have been dying, yet you do nothing to

help him. Why?

I wasn't thinking he might be dying.

I was hoping.

Bob, get these people out of here.

I can go now, can I?

Yep.

Well, they said I was to rest and take
care of myself.

Well, you'd better go home then, hadn't
you? Do it.

Yeah.

I've met some weird ones in this game,
but...

What's up?

I was just thinking... Hiya.

She locked her food up. He didn't.

So?

So what's the stopper?

Over a period of years.

Going up to his room each day and making
sure it stays the way it is. It stays

the way it is because he's too bloody
lazy to wash anything.

You're right.

So what's to stop her adding a little
something of her own each day to make it

even worse?

The state of that room, he'd never
notice it, would he?

Day after day.

Well, no one's got a such deliberate
food poisoning, are they? Not now.

Now, don't you start again.

Please.

One coffee.

So where are you?

Hiding my face.

Uh huh.