All language subtitles for Rosemary . Thyme - S02E01 - The Memory of Water - Part Two

The owner said it would
be out here.

-Ah, very good.

-Look.

Closer.

-Jim?

-Chris said he'd never
used James Frazer's

Face on a book cover.

And when I asked him who
the model for this

was, he went all blank.

-At least you know I'm
not going mad.

We just assumed the man
was cousin Jim,

because he told us so.

And everyone round the table
seemed to confirm it.

But they didn't see him.

-Yes, so when you saw him fall
in the river the next day--

-and the real cousin Jim
turned up dead--

-you could put your hand on
your heart and say it was

cousin Jim you saw trying
to take his own life.

-Constable Stuart said that the
last person who fell in

the river turned up three days
later and a mile downstream.

But Jim turned up one day later
and a mile downstream.

-Which could mean that he was
already dead and being carried

downstream before we got here.

-Now, he was alive on
friday evening.

Fern saw him.

-Assuming Fern is telling
the truth.

She was named in those letters
along with everyone else.

-We daren't trust anybody.

Isn't this all terribly boring
for you, mr. Coutts?

-To tell you the truth, ladies,
I've had many a worse

Summer than this.

-Suzanne has made a game
casserole for tonight.

There's loads.

What's on your menu?

Sausage and beans.

-Why don't you join us?

You can give us a
progress report.

-On the garden?

-What else?

-I was hoping I might have set
your mind at rest over Jim.

But a little bird tells me I
just fanned the flames a bit.

-You've had a call from
Hamilton Teed.

-This is your original
tight-knit community.

And to me, that's not
such a bad thing.

Look--

I could take the hump.

Or I could build bridges.

I know which one Suzanne
would rather see.

-We'd love to.

-Hamilton Teed showed me the
picture you gave him.

Were you the other boy in it?

-Ah, those were happier
times, all right.

-What made you move apart?

-It all got set in motion
when my father died.

I couldn't be the same friend
I'd always been.

I had responsibilities now.

Our fathers were brothers.

But my dad was the oldest.

So my side got the
family silver.

And Jim's got the free
school dinners.

-Well, you seemed very
close in the picture.

-Oh, we were.

When we were kids, he
practically lived here.

I suppose he still felt as
if he could treat the

place as his own.

-If you didn't keep the doors
locked, he'd come walking in.

It's very sad.

But I wasn't having it.

-I know he irritated
a lot of people.

But would anyone actually
want him dead?

-Take a number and
stand in line.

-Don't go taking that
too seriously.

Jim was always out
and roaming.

You'll see all the world's
indiscretions

from a country park.

-Including yours?

-Everybody's got something
they want to keep quiet.

Very neatly avoided.

-In my case, I'd have to
say it was the old

chapel in the garden.

-Why's that?

-It was so bloody ugly, it
looked marginally better when

it fell down.

I had this long-term plan of
restoring the garden back to

its proper state.

But then I heard that someone
was trying to

get the ruins listed.

-Which would mean you'd
have to keep it.

-Oh, they might even force
me to rebuild it.

Can you imagine that?

Bang goes any hope of getting
the garden back to its

original state.

So I got the lads to move the
stones and the odd-job man to

clear them off into the woods.

-Why was Jim digging about
in the grounds?

I have no idea.

Rosemary, answer me
this, honestly.

Have you turned up anything
about Jim's death that isn't

pure speculation?

Then please, for my sake
and my family's sake.

I invited you to act
on your suspicions.

Now I'm asking you to
let the matter drop.

So I had all the bits of the
chapel stacked in the woods.

And I'm planning to reuse
the stones and the

slates in the house.

-If you can find a builder who
doesn't spend half his time

away from the job and the
rest on the phone to his stockbroker.

-Smells great, love.

Need a hand?

-Now he asks.

-Wait till I get my hands
on Hamilton Teed.

He must have got straight on the phone
the moment I walked out the door.

-Yeah, at least it made Martin
open up a bit in there.

-Ah, didn't give much away.

That chapel business could be more
serious than he's letting on.

-Just a pile of old stones.

-Tampering with a listed
building is

the criminal offense.

You can get up to 10
years in jail.

-He reckons he cleared
the ruins before

the order was made.

-Yeah, but if he's wrong, he
could be forced to rebuild the

chapel exactly as it was,
stone by stone.

-Oh, it'd cost a fortune!

Did you leave
the lamp lit?

-That's not a lamp.

All my clean underwear's
in there!

-And the carbons of
Jim's letters.

-Sleep well?

-Well, it's hard to sleep easy
when you've been burnt out of

house and home.

-It was a tent.

-It's the same principle.

-You know, yesterday,
in the garden--

-I saw Martin pass
George something.

And he looked very furtive.

-Our George?

- George Marsden
plummer, the arsonist.

-Good morning, miss Boxer,
mrs. Thyme.

-Oh, I thought you
worked evenings.

-8:00 Till 10:00, but someone
called in sick.

What can I get you?

-Oh, I think I could strangle
down some brown toast and tea.

-Wholemeal or granary?

-Surprise me.

- I'll bring you an egg, then.

Mrs. Thyme?

-I think I'll have
the full monty.

-Is that one of Chris's
covers?

-I don't know.

Is it?

-I can always tell.

-You probably recognize
the sitter.

-Mm, you see him around.

-What does he do?

-Something with a van.

I think he does odd
jobs for Martin.

-I bet you could work wonders
with a couple of those for

Sunday lunch, Rupert.

-You'd be amazed at what I could
get up to with a pair of

old broilers.

What was that for?

-Just in case.

-Oi, oi!

Found tools, lads.

-Unexploded doodlebug.

-Well.

Now, this is just about where
the altar would've been.

Maybe
it's holy relics.

I doubt they'd've kept
their sainted

biscuit tins.

Wonder if this is what our
hole-digger was looking for?

Did you ever bury a time capsule
when you were a boy?

-I buried a frog in
a matchbox once.

Dug it up after a week to
see how it was doing.

A message to the future.

-It's a friendship pact.

"We, the undersigned, do
solemnly declare this lifelong

pact of loyalty and fidelity.

And may he that breaks it or
betrays the other suffer dark

days, disgrace, and
a horrible death.

Signed in their heart's blood
this 13th of october by--

Martin Frazer
and James Anthony

Frazer."

-Good morning, Martin.

Um-- the post has just arrived
with a final letter from your

Cousin Jim.

It's, uh, about an
affair that could

Affect the whole village.

And I didn't want to shred
it without giving you a

Chance to see it.

-Mr. Teed!

Mr. Teed.

-Well, there'll be
another inquest.

-Maybe it won't be with
warwick jardine.

-The police think this was a
petty cash robbery gone wrong.

Petty cash.

The only cash in the office
was the editor's bus fare.

And that was still
in the jam jar.

-So how do they explain?

They think the thief

panicked and ran.

-Loser.

-Now, look, boys.

I'm--

I'm fine, really.

Just go back to work.

You're worrying mr. Coutts.

He was making tea for two.

So he obviously knew
who it was.

And then when he turned his
back on them, bang.

-What else did you see?

An envelope from Jim Frazer's
typewriter.

But I couldn't see a
letter anywhere.

- Didn't touch anything?

- No!

Well, apart from picking up the
phone to call the police.

Although, while I had the
phone there in my hand--

-you couldn't resist pressing
redial to find out who his

last call was to.

-I hung up when I heard
Martin's answerphone.

-Think about it.

Suppose the last letter
from Jim said

something about Martin.

-Sent from where?

Beyond the grave?

-From the box on the lane
outside the gate that only

gets emptied twice a week.

-So when Hamilton Teed finally
gets the letter, he phones Martin.

-And within the hour, George
Hamilton Teed, rip.

-We've got to find the name
of that odd-job man.

He's the key to everything.

-We could ask Suzanne.

She'd only tell Martin.

Laura, do you think Chris
has a record of all

the models he's used?

- No, no, look, I--I have no excuse
for going back there.

-Laura.

-I have to take this biscuit
tin to Martin.

-I can see to that.

-You know, love, I don't think
that cousin of mine ever threw

away a single piece of
junk in his life.

Rosemary.

-Suzanne said I'd
find you here.

-Had to face it sometime.

I'm Jim's executor.

-Mm, well, serves you right for
being the lawyer in the family.

-These tin robots would fetch
something on ebay.

The furniture I'll send
down to the auction.

And the rest of it's for
the skip, I'm afraid.

Not very much to show
for a life, is it?

-What will you do
with the house?

-Well, you can see the
state it's in.

It'll need a fair bit of work
before I can advertise for a

new tenant--

another job I'll have to fit
into my copious spare time.

What have you got there?

Does it look familiar?

-Bless me, that's the
time capsule.

You do remember it.

-And the friendship contract.

Oh, I'm keeping this.

We were supposed to
sign it in blood.

We had a pin, but neither of
us could raise the nerve.

So we ended up using
... instead.

-We think someone has
been digging for it.

-I'd have rescued it myself
if I'd remembered.

"We, the undersigned, do
solemnly declare this lifelong

pact of loyalty and fidelity.

And may he that breaks it or
betrays the other suffer dark

days, disgrace, and
a horrible death."

-Who was to know?

-Rosemary.

-Gwynne.

-Well spotted, girls.

Top marks in the observation
round.

I've, uh, sorted these
out for the shop.

The Lyvedon trust has
a charity shop.

I told Gwynne that she could
pick out anything useful.

-Er, package for collection.

Mr.--

Stevens.

-Where's Dave?

-See, I normally leave my
artwork in the kitchen

for Dave to pick up.

-Well, they've sent me.

-I'll show you where.

Are you, um--

are you into sports at all?

-Well, I like to watch
the snooker.

-More!

- You're a barbarian!

Did you ever throw the
javelin at school?

- No!

-I did.

One sports day, I got
a new school record,

and one of the marshals.

-That'll be the bloke
about the boiler.

I'll be two seconds.

-It's already been
half an hour.

-We-- we're nearly done.

Promise.

-I'm a barbarian.

What're you?

-Hobbit in a hole.

-Still ironing out the kinks?

-You try squatting for an hour
while thrud the barbarian

waves his magic javelin
over you.

-Many's the Saturday night.

-And all for what?

For this.

September the 25th.

The odd-job man.

Transport fridge and photo
shoot, 50 quid.

"The odd job." And you didn't
find anything more

substantial, did you?

-No.

-Mind you, I don't know what
is more interesting--

the fact that Gwynne was there
or the way they both reacted

when I walked in on them.

-If it was a lover's tryst,
Rosemary, they'd hardly be

consummating it in the
middle of a dead

relative's house clearance.

-But if the old flame was still
sparking, and cousin Jim

saw something--

-Are you going to be all
right for tomorrow?

-Oh, what's special
about tomorrow?

-Market day.

-Here.

-Thank you.

-Ooh, isn't the Lyvedon
trust office

somewhere close to here?

-Yeah, middle of
church street.

It's out that way.

-Thank you.

I'll be back in a couple
of minutes.

Are you stalking me, Rosemary?

-I know it must seem like it.

No, I was wondering if the
trust, um, kept records on the

listed buildings in Lyvedon.

-Er, not really.

We're more about local business
than buildings.

-Then where would I find who
nominated a building for protection?

-This is about the
chapel, isn't it?

I can see what you're
getting at.

And I don't think I like it.

- I don't know
what you mean.

-Ever since the inquest, you've
been trying to stir

things up over Jim.

And now it's Martin's
turn, is it?

Martin's a good man.

He doesn't have any enemies,
least of all his own cousin.

-Hm, everybody seems
to love Martin.

Anyway, um, I only wanted to
know whose toes we could be

treading on with the
restoration.

-I'm sorry.

I don't think I can help
you any further.

-You could tell me the name
of Martin's odd-job man.

-Eddie Brooks.

-Hello.

-Looking for anything
in particular?

-Uh, no.

There was a man I saw, uh,
there, at last week's market.

-Oh, yeah?

-I think he's called--

Eddie Brooks?

He's got his own vehicle.

-Eddie Brooks?

-He does a lot of work
at Lyvedon manor.

Oh, that Eddie.

Yeah.

Calls himself the odd-job man.

Does a bit of scaffolding,
bit of plastering, bit of

everything.

-Now, that-- that
sounds like him.

-Yeah.

Yeah, he bought a hammer.

Left his old one on a job.

Someone walked off with it.

Um, have you seen him since?

-Ok.

Right.

-Hah, morning mr. Coutts.

-Mr. Coutts!

-Yeah?

-Is this the paper with
the inquest report?

-Well, there's been
no other since.

-May I borrow it?

-Feel free.

-Laura?

-I was thinking about the old
sundial and how nice it would

be to put it back using the
original materials.

-Yeah, but they knocked it down
to make way for the chapel.

-Look at that.

There it is.

In the wall behind them.

-So it is.

I bet they reused the stones
from the base as well.

-So it might be out
in the woods with

the rest of the stones.

-You need to follow the cart
track out across the river.

-Is that where you took it?

-Well, we didn't get
to go out there.

We just loaded the truck for
Martin's odd-job man.

-Not Eddie Brooks?

Steady Eddie.

Why go to all this trouble

just to hide old stone?

-To avoid drawing attention.

And to keep it from the sight
of thieving eyes.

Architectural salvage is big
black-market business.

-I can hear ghosts.

-No, no, the house is
just over there.

We, uh--

We're on the other side
of the river.

-My gosh, this could
take a while.

-The sundial has, uh,
curved sections.

Whew.

Rosemary.

Come and have a look at this.

I just wanted to be sure it
was what I thought it was.

-What's that on the
business end?

-Blood and hair.

I'm putting it back.

One of us has to find constable
Stuart and tell him

we located a murder weapon.

-One of us?

-Ah, just the job.

You got a tow bar
on this thing?

-We've found the weapon that
killed Jim Frazer.

It's a--it's a hammer, belonging
to Eddie Brooks, the odd-job man.

And it's got blood
and hair on it.

-Where?

-Hidden in the chapel stones,
in the woods.

-And how exactly does one commit
suicide with a hammer?

-No, no, it wasn't suicide.

It was murder.

Jim was hit over the head.

And then his body was
put in the river.

And by the time he was smashed
about by the rocks--

I mean, you couldn't tell
the death wound

from his other injuries.

-But you swore at
the inquest--

you saw him go in.

-Yeah, I--

I thought I saw him.

But now I know I didn't.

Look, you don't have to
believe my story.

But you should go and secure
your evidence, or you won't be

able to prove it one
way or another.

-All sounds pretty
feasible to me.

By the way, have you got
a rope for the tow bar?

-Where's your friend?

-Laura?

Uh, she stayed behind to
keep an eye on it.

No, she knows not to
interfere with it.

She's an ex-copper.

-All right.

-I'll show you the way.

-I know where it is.

You're staying at the
lamb, aren't you?

-Yes.

-Well, find the landlord.

Tell him to meet me at Lyvedon
hall with the evidence kit.

He's a special constable.

-You're doing the right thing.

-For your sake, I hope so.

-Next time, I'll just hit
the bloody squirrel.

-Hello?

Help!

-Help!

Help!

Heeellllllllp!

-You can make as much
noise as you like.

No one's going to hear you.

-What are you doing?

-Why couldn't you just see what
you were supposed to see,

say your piece, and
then shut up?

-Nice people don't look the
other way when you kill someone.

- I've killed nobody!

-Did you wear a life jacket
under that top?

I bet it gave you a better
chance than you gave poor Jim.

-You have got it all so wrong.

-Can you explain the hammer
hidden in the chapel stones?

With blood all over it?

It's where?

Where?

-Oh, teacher always told me ....

Hey, bring that back!

-And if there is some physical
evidence, then I'm not in a

position to ignore it.

-No, you're absolutely right.

-So can I have your permission
to conduct a search on the Estate?

-Search away, old lad.

Don't worry about a warrant.

I'll even come along with you.

-Where did he go?

-Towards the house.

-Eddie?

Eddie!

-No, no!

It's too dangerous.

-Oh, my god.

-Eddie Brooks said
he killed no one.

And I think he was telling
the truth.

I think that he was pressured
into playing

a role in the cover-up.

-By who?

-By the person who used his
hammer for the killing and

then threatened to incriminate
him with it.

-And he didn't even know
where it was hidden

until I told him.

Clearly, he wasn't the
one who hid it.

-You had his tools locked away,
didn't you, Martin?

It was your way of making sure
he stayed on the job.

Did you kill Jim with Eddie's
hammer and then force him to

put on that show for us?

-Why on earth would
I want to do that?

-To avoid being exposed
as Fern Evans' father.

I'm sorry, Martin.

But it's going to come out.

I've seen the way Gwynne
Evans is with you.

-And everybody can see how
much you'd lose if your

marriage was threatened.

You depend on Suzanne for
holding everything together.

-You're mad!

-Fern Evans--

Do you mean Fern Stevens?

Chris Stevens, the artist--

he's her father, not Martin.

Everyone in Lyvedon
knows that.

-Chris was married to Gwynne
for five years.

-The missing letter.

What missing letter?

-Hamilton Teed receives
Jim's last letter.

He phones you to tell
you about it.

And then within an hour he's
dead and the letter's disappeared.

-And we're supposed to believe
that Jim wrote up everybody's

scandals and never once
mentioned you?

-I haven't seen or spoken
to Teed since

your tent caught fire.

-And we found the letter screwed
up in the street.

It was a complaint about the
maintenance on the war memorial.

-I asked them to call me here
if they found Eddie.

Hello?

Constable Stuart.

Yeah.

I'll let them know.

Thank you.

They've pulled Eddie
out of the river.

He's alive.

-Um, that's the answerphone,
isn't it?

-Yes.

-May I just try something?

- Good morning, Martin.

The post has just arrived with
a final letter from your

Cousin Jim.

It's, uh, about an
affair that could

affect the whole village.

And I didn't want to shred
it without giving you a

chance to see it.

-I've never heard that before.

-An affair that could affect
the whole village?

-It is an affair that can affect
the whole village.

They've been arguing about
the memorial for months.

-But what if someone heard it and thought
it meant a different kind of affair?

-How many times do I have to
tell you I am not having one?

-I don't mean you.

Well, Suzanne?

Did you hear that message while
Martin was round at

Jim's place?

If I'd heard that and I had
something to hide, I'd go

straight round to Teed's office,
try and get hold of

the letter before
anyone saw it.

-And maybe silence Teed
at the same time.

-But that's bollocks,
eh, suze, love?

And you might have
forgotten about

that biscuit tin, Martin,
but Jim hadn't.

That friendship pact still
meant something to him.

-And then you warned Jim off.

You didn't want the village
nutter hanging around your

wife when she was
at home alone.

-I told Eddie to look after
her while I was in town.

-He did that.

And a bit more.

Jim must have seen them.

-So who are we saying
killed him?

-Fern saw Jim alive
that friday night.

And he was heading this way.

And now, Fern starts
work at 8 o'clock.

-So Jim got here between
8:00 and 9:00.

That after the children go to
bed and before Martin

gets back from town.

So Jim was
with Suzanne, alone.

After that, no one saw
him alive again.

-What did he want
to talk about?

Was he going to expose what you
and Eddie had been up to?

Or was it just
to plead with you to

stop it for Martin's sake?

-It would have been fine if
Eddie had stayed out of sight

like he was supposed to.

-Suze.

Don't say anything else.

- My lawyer
forbids me to speak?

-Was it really so difficult
for you?

-Difficult?

I don't have a husband.

I'm hitched up to a house
and a history.

And I am the silent saint who
keeps it all together.

Good old Suzanne.

Isn't she marvelous?

Isn't she his rock?

How she must love that
great ball and chain.

The odd hour with Eddie was
the only freedom I got.

But Jim found out, sneaking back
and forth at all hours,

digging for that stupid
biscuit tin.

And he wouldn't have it.

Not for his beloved
cousin Martin.

You should have heard him.

He went on and on
and on about it.

Till I stopped him.

There you are.

Will I go to prison?

I really don't mind.

I should be glad of the rest.

-Who has the evidence?

-Do you mean the hammer?

I gave it to Martin.

-Donald!

He's the coroner.

-Suzanne, love, what did
we do with the hammer?

-I wonder if the water
remembers Jim.

-Everyone's remembering
him now.

If he's speaking.

Everyone except for us.

-What do you mean?

-Well, we never even
met him, did we?

-We did right by him, though,
wouldn't you say?

Who goes there?

-Very funny.

-Hey.

So.

-What do you think?

-Hello.

-Come on.

-I hope you like it.

-Come and look at this.

-Thank you.

-Didn't you have something
to show Laura?

-Oh, yes.

-The art director approved
the rough.

Is that why I had to wrap
up in a black cloak?

-What do you think?

-Excuse me.

-Mr. Jardine.

-Miss Boxer.

-I understand you're
defending Suzanne.

-I understand you're
a key witness.

Won't that be fun?

-And if she pleads guilty,
you won't have to appear.

-Is that what she intends?

-Believe me, I'm
working on her.

-Oh, no.

It's going out.

-George, it's gas.

It doesn't need firelighters.

-Don't mind me.

I'm stoking up for
the journey.

-Good idea.

Do you think Martin
will be all right?

-All right, dad?

-Hello, boys.

To the beloved
memory of James

Anthony Frazer.

-I think so.