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Ooh, this is a bit above and beyond the call of duty.

Yeah, well, you don't have to do it.

What?

And leave it all to you?

Darlings, you're doing wonders.

Sustenance for the workers.

Oh dear.

But Emma, it is only 10 o'clock in the morning.

Oh, a little glass of prosecco never does any harm.

You need it in this climate.

How many people are you planning to seat in this

restaurant, Emma?

Oh, I don't know, darling.

40 Or 50.

50?

That's a lot of people to cook for.

No.

My dinner parties in Hampstead were legendary.

I think you might have a bit of a problem here.

Uh, you've got hedge, table, hedge, table, hedge, table, et cetera.

Yes, so, so, so, each table is in its own little bar.

Yes, and they seem to be about three foot six apart?

That's the width of the tables.

I got this divine little carpenter in pietrabruna.

Yeah, but, but, where are the customers going to sit?

Sit?

Well, on chairs, of course.

But, Emma, there isn't any room for the chairs.

No, the people will be sitting on the hedges.

Noo!

And well now, that's not taking into account that the

hedges will thicken.

I mean--

Well, I don't know, darlings.

Change it.

You think of something clever.

There you are.

Fabrizio.

Good morning, Emma.

Good morning ladies.

Is, uh, Janice here yet?

Janice?

Uh, yes.

I ask her to meet me here.

Janice Alexander.

But, I, I, I don't know any Janice Alexander.

Emma, you do.

She's staying with me.

Oh, yes.

Uh, mousy girl.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Now, who are these beautiful ladies you have been

concealing from me?

Isn't he wonderful.

Isn't he just sex on legs?

Good to meet you.

Uh, I'm Rosemary Boxer.

Fabrizio Biaggi.

And this is, uh, Laura Thyme.

How do you do?

They're my landscape artists.

Oh, is this--

ah, Janice.

Come and meet my friend.

I'm helping Janice to find a property here, like, uh, I do

for you, eh?

Hello.

Well, we haven't agreed that properly yet.

But this morning, you shall all be my guests on a little,

excursion, uh, excursion, a, uh, a little outing.

Our guide will be the famous doctor Llewellyn.

Good morning, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome.

Bon giorno et benvenuto.

As you probably know, the palazzo tremonti and its

gardens are part of the University of San Remo, and I

work here in the--

I recognize him.

He was at Sittingbourne for a time.

Apparently, there's some scandal about he and

a student.

You don't say?

That is a wicked thing to say.

I'm sorry?

That so-called scandal was invented by the trustees

because he was getting far to popular with

the television programs.

I'm sorry.

I should know.

He's my father.

As many of you will know, these gardens were planned and

planted by an Englishman--

sir Edwin Pringle.

Sir Edwin made his fortune out of patent

medicines in the 1880s.

He devoted the rest of his life--

blimey.

Pringle's pastilles.

Amazing what you can do with a cough drop.

Now, follow me.

Ask as many questions as you like, and I will endeavor

to answer them.

This is a comparatively new development.

Work started here in 1963 under the supervision of the

great Mexican horticulturalist professor Alejandro Zurrizola.

His aim was to reproduce the harsh beauty of the

Terahumara, and I must say, I think he succeeded.

Don't you?

Now, what, what's that amazing thing there?

That is an Agave franzosinii.

Well, I don't care.

I've got to have one for my new restaurant.

Unfortunately, it takes 15 to 20 years to

flower, and then it dies.

Oh, that's no good at all, is it?

Look.

Follow me.

It must be so exciting traveling all over the world.

Oh, hardly.

As permanent undersecretary one's pretty much

confined to Whitehall.

Weren't you ambassador to Ecuador?

No.

No, no, no.

You're thinking of somebody else.

I've seen her somewhere before.

Sure I have.

Something to do with work.

She doesn't look robust enough to be a gardener.

Yeah, no.

Oh, no.

Before that.

Laura used to be in the police, you know.

Yes, these gardens have quite a history.

That balcony up there is where Hitler and Franco posed for

photographers in 1939.

Really?

The only time they ever met.

Really.

You are a woman who likes to dress elegantly, I know.

And in your line of work--

I have to look my best?

Yeah.

Precisely.

Now, uh, I can get you 20%, 30% off everything.

Ferragamo, Versacci, Armani, Pucci even.

No one wears Pucci, do they?

Oh, Pucci's the coming thing.

Ah, Rose Maria, you need more wine.

Good prosecco, eh?

Thank you.

It's very, mmm, refreshing.

Thank you so much.

Oh, no, no, no, no, it is my pleasure.

Also I have, uh, interior motive.

Do you know them all, then?

Oh, most of them.

I hadn't met the two girls Emma Standish

brought along before.

Sir Basil seems like a nice man.

Oh, he's charming.

Used to work at the Foreign Office, you know.

They've only been here for a year or so.

Paid over the odds for his house.

Through Fabrizio, of course.

Is Fabrizio a bit of a chancer, then?

I wouldn't say that.

He has his fingers in innumerable pies, though.

Of course, I produce mainly studio work.

Uh, studio?

Not your everyday pots.

You want to eat your cornflakes out of

a ming bowl, would you?

I don't know.

Does he make big ones?

Rosemary, Gloria's been telling me all about her pots.

Ah, that's nice.

I had a little, uh, exhibition

in Genoa last month.

How exciting.

Of course, the genovese aren't exactly famous for

their artistic appreciation.

Now, I'm having a huge party on opening night.

You must come.

Bring your wife.

I don't have such a thing, I'm afraid.

Well, I have, but I haven't seen her for, oh, 20 years.

Or my daughter.

Well, come by yourself, then.

We'll soon find you someone.

Janice, uh, I want to show you something.

Scusi.

Did you see that?

I thought it was the prosecco.

Does do something to your eyes.

Was it my imagination, or did Janice try

to nick sir Basil's wallet?

Maybe.

What do you mean, maybe?

I know where I've seen her before.

Janice was in the CID at Denmark road

when Nick was there.

She could be here on a job.

No, she's here to live, isn't she?

So she says.

Hi.

So do you live here.

I moved here two years ago.

I've never got tired of it.

Just look.

You can grow anything here.

I mean, what is that beautiful purple plant?

That's a, that's an artichoke.

Artichoke.

Cynara scolymus.

One of the purple varieties.

I think I better leave the horticulture to you.

I think so.

I don't like to speak ill of the dead, but Janice did try

to steal your wallet.

You didn't tell me.

I couldn't believe my eyes.

Did she look inside the wallet?

No.

No, no.

She didn't actually get her hands on it.

We saw it too, and then she went off with Fabrizio.

Suddenly I feel I feel rather sober.

The police are pretty quick off

the mark here.

Put handcuffs on Fabrizio.

Haven't had time to ask any questions.

Permit me, grazi.

I can't believe Fabrizio's a murderer.

Oh, you know lots of murderers, do you?

But why would he kill her, just after she'd stopped her

stealing sir Basil's wallet?

Maybe they had a fight.

I don't think so.

She was hit on the back of the head.

There was a lump of rock lying beside her that looked like

the murder weapon.

Fabrizio Biaggi is known to us for petty

theft and small frauds.

Yes, but that doesn't mean he's a murderer.

The victim's handbag is missing.

We believe he has--

nascondere.

Uh, what's the word?

Stashed?

Yes.

Stashed it in the garden somewhere to

be collected later.

I'm sorry.

But I think if anyone was behaving like a thief, it was

Janice Alexander.

Janice Alexander was a police detective in England.

Maybe she was one still.

How do you know that?

Because I used to be in the police myself in England.

So was my husband.

Janice was a detective at the same station.

Darling, the truth is any one of us could have done it.

No one knows the girl.

Nobody's got a motive.

What did they say to you?

Same as they said to everyone else, I presume.

I was just saying any one of us could have done it.

I mean, we none of us really have an alibi.

And we're all a bit squiffy after all that wine.

You may all go to your houses now.

We'll be in touch.

It's possible sexual jealousy comes into it.

Someone seeing Janice and Fabrizio going off into

the woods together, him patting her bottom.

Oh, he's never done that to me.

There you are.

You see?

Green-eyed monster.

God, I've dribbled the milk everywhere.

Oh, darling, it's that blasted jug.

One of Gloria Gable's masterpieces.

Why anyone buys the things, I can't imagine.

So, people do buy them, do they?

Well, they must do.

She had a tough time in the beginning, though.

She was nearly thrown out of her house

for not paying the rent.

But since about a year ago she seems to be making money.

Now listen.

Call me a melodramatic idiot if you like, but I happen to

know something the police don't.

What?

Well, sir Basil Slavinski has a daughter.

And?

They haven't seen each other for 20 years.

Am I missing something here?

You don't get it, do you?

Janice is his long lost daughter.

She searched for him high and low.

She finds him.

She reveals to him who she is.

And then he hits her over the head with a rock.

Exactly.

Why would he do that, Emma?

Well, you can't expect me to fill in every last detail.

I mean, who knows how a man reacts when he's confronted by

a long lost relative?

You know what men are like.

What do you suppose Janice was looking for

in sir Basil's wallet?

Assuming it wasn't just cash, or credit cards, or whatever.

Well, perhas sewur invesira gubattle.

What?

Perhaps she was investigating sir Basil.

Hmm, what for?

Oh, I don't know.

Something not quite kosher about him, isn't there?

Oh, I don't know.

He seemed all right to me.

Typical sort of retired civil servant.

Yeah, well, that's the thing.

A little bit too typical.

He said something to me that made me wonder.

What?

He said that Hitler and Franco met at

the palazzo in 1939.

Didn't they?

No.

That was Franco and Mussolini.

You'd think someone in the fo would know that.

You know, I think a saw an old who's who

here the other day.

Yes.

I did.

Here we go.

Here we are.

All right.

Uh, Shawl.

Uh, yes.

Sir Basil Slavinski.

Permanent undersecretary, hm Foreign and commonwealth

office retired.

Married 1973, one daughter.

Ah, didn't give her name, I suppose.

No.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Recreations--

jazz, gardening.

Gardening?

Get out of here.

And he doesn't know what an artichoke looks like.

I knew there was something fishy about him.

Another thing that intrigues me, is why was Celia Llewellyn

giving money to a policeman yesterday?

She's a model, you know.

Catwalk stuff, mainly.

Works in Genoa.

Quite a lot of money, by the look of it.

Well, I've heard all sorts of rumors about why

her papa left England.

What, trouser trouble, wasn't it, some girl?

But the police wouldn't send Janice to investigate that.

Would they?

Why don't you go and talk to her.

She's got a flat in the old town.

Emma, we're supposed to be getting your restaurant ready

to open in a week.

Well, you can check up about your plants at the di Vaio di

Pianti on the way.

Si?

Ciao.

Uh, do, uh, do you speak Inglese?

Heh, no.

No.

Ok.

Uh, uh, signorina Llewellyn?

Polizia?

Why is he asking if we're from the police?

No.

Polizia.

No, no, no, no, no.

Uh, no sono Inglese.

Uh, no sono uh--

What's gardeners.

Uh, well, garden's giardino.

Giardino.

Oh, so, no sono, uh, uh, inglese giar-deeeee-nah.

You've just told him we're gardenias.

Uh, no sono giardinieri.

Inglese giardinieri.

Giardinieri, si, giardinieri.

Dove, uh, Celia Llewellyn.

Ah, uh, si, uh,

Uh, hotel Garibaldi.

Hotel Garibaldi.

Garibaldi.

Si.

Il bar.

Grazie, grazie.

Arrivederci.

Is she working here, or what?

I don't know.

Doing whatever models do, I suppose.

Oh, there she is.

Oh, no.

Sit down.

She's by the bar with a man.

They're coming this way.

Heading towards the lift.

You don't think she's--

I'll put it this way.

Whatever they're going to do is not going to feature

very heavily in Vogue.

Question is what are we going to do?

Well, we could wait, I suppose, but

they might be hours.

Nah.

Look at him.

10 Minutes at the most.

Let's have the coffee outside.

Coffee?

You can't tell my father.

Please.

It all right.

That's not what we're interested in.

There hasn't been any proper modeling work for months.

I'm in so much debt.

Well, you don't have to justify yourself to us.

It's about your father.

What about my father?

You know why he left Sittingbourne.

I don't know anything.

Look, I've got to go.

Please, we don't believe Fabrizio

killed Janice Alexander.

What's that got to do with daddy and me?

She was a detective.

Was she investigating your father?

No.

You're talking rubbish.

I think she's telling the truth.

I don't know.

Well, she didn't kill Janice.

What made you so trusting?

Oh, look.

It's sir Basil up there.

And that pottery woman, Gloria.

Lover's tiff?

Maybe.

Plenty of big organic stuff.

That's the secret.

It'll be no secret to anyone downwind of us.

Shouldn't the plants be here by now?

Oh, they'll be here by tuesday.

Oh, I'm dreadfully worried about Fabrizio.

Oh, I think Fabrizio is well able to look after himself.

Do you think so?

He's very sensitive.

Anyway, if that girl was in the English police and she was

murdered because she was investigating someone,

it isn't likely to have been Fabrizio, is it?

No, I suppose not.

I've got an idea.

Is this a good idea, do you think?

I haven't a clue what the idea is.

Oh, Gloria's not here yet anyway.

Gloria?

Gloria Gable.

The woman who makes pots.

Oh, yes.

I don't really know her.

Am I late?

Yes, you are, dear.

You haven't seen Celia, have you?

Celia?

No.

Did you talk to her?

I left a message on her ...

Maybe she's away working in Milan.

What's all this about?

I've no idea.

Sir Basil's looking rather dapper, isn't he?

Do you know him well?

He's an old friend.

A dear friend.

All right, well, we'll have to start without Celia.

Pay attention.

Please.

Everyone.

Several of us are very perturbed about the way the

police are handling this terrible murder.

Who's perturbed?

Several of us.

Well, they're still holding Fabrizio, even though it's

apparent he's most unlikely to have had anything to do it.

I don't see why.

My idea is we should re-enact the events leading up to the murder--

who was with whom and when, et cetera, then we can

get a clear idea of who was absent at the time poor little

Janice Alexander was killed.

Isn't that the job of the police?

Now, we all came into the clearing at about 12:30, and

Fabrizio was already there, I remember.

He'd gone on in advance to organize the lunch.

Good!

Good!

Well, you see?

Now, as I remember it, I was walking with

Laura when we arrived.

Right Laura?

Oh, god.

I don't know.

No.

No, you were with me.

Was I?

No.

Yes.

Yes you were.

I remember because you said thank god there's alcohol.

Oh yeah.

Well, who were you with, then, Laura?

I was with you, Rosemary, wasn't I?

No.

I'd stopped at the loo.

Dr. Llewellyn, where were you?

At what point?

She shouldn't be wasting her time with all this.

She should be getting on with putting the restaurant--

She's never going to come.

Why is she running a restaurant?

I don't know.

Sir Basil--

Wait a minute.

This is all pointless.

No, it, it is not pointless.

It's a question of--

sir Basil says he doesn't know Gloria at all.

Gloria says they're old pals.

I know the Italian police.

They're probably extracting a confession from poor Fabrizio

at this very moment by god knows what methods.

They're probably--

Hello, everybody.

Fabrizio!

What's going on?

It, it, it doesn't mean anything the fact that they've

let him out on bail.

What do you mean it doesn't mean anything?

Well, they could pick him again any time

they feel like it.

Can't they, Fabrizio?

Yes.

Any time at all.

And why, may I ask, did Celia not turn up?

Well, she probably didn't get your message.

Yeah, but Celia and her father have got nothing to do

with Janice's murder.

Scotland Yard aren't going to send policeman on expensive

foreign trips just to investigate a sex scandal.

Janice was not in the police.

Yes, she was.

No, no.

She left the police.

Ispettore told me.

She was a private detective.

Private detective?

Well, that puts a different complexion on things,

doesn't it?

Fabrizio's a silly, impulsive boy, but he's not a murderer.

Did you know that Janice Alexander was a private

detective and that she was investigating one of the

British community here.

That's probably why she was murdered.

And you think she was investigating me.

The truth is, dr. Llewellyn, I know why you were sacked

from Sittingbourne because of an affair

with a female student.

But Celia seems to think that wasn't true.

I brought up Celia since the age of eight, you know.

I'm all she's got.

So, it wasn't true?

No.

Not exactly.

Look, I don't want to talk about this anymore.

I wish Celia would go home to England.

Can I trust you?

Yes, you can.

Of course you can.

It wasn't a female student at

Sittingbourne-- ah--

I see.

It was a male colleague.

They didn't sack me.

They couldn't.

Not for that.

I resigned.

Right.

Let's get back to Fabrizio.

Fabrizio and I shared an apartment in town.

Ah.

It was all fine until Celia came out here.

He had to move out.

It's all become a sordid affair.

Hello, pudding.

Hello.

Hello.

Aren't you beautiful?

Yes.

I used to have a beautiful cat just like you.

I did.

Do you like these?

I've been experimenting with a whole raft of new glazes.

They're lovely.

Woo-- colors.

But, uh, we're looking for some big pots

for Emma's Garden.

I'm sorry I don't do those.

Pity.

Hello, pudding.

How many cats have you got?

Oh, just the two now.

My cats are my best friends.

They love anywhere warm, don't they?

Oh, yes.

Mind you, getting the kiln up to the proper temperature

takes at least four hours and you daren't leave it.

I've been hard at it since 9:00 this morning.

The police don't seem to be getting anywhere

with Janice's murder.

Now they've got no idea who killed the poor girl.

Poor girl?

She got was coming to her if you ask me.

Gloria!

Well, you saw her trying to steal Sir Basil's wallet.

Maybe she wasn't trying to steal it at all.

You know him quite well, don't you?

Yes.

Can you think of any reason why Janice would be

interested in him?

Not the foggiest.

Although when Janice and Fabrizio went into the trees,

sir Basil came over to me and tried to make conversation,

but he seemed very preoccupied.

Then Basil went off through the trees and I assumed he'd

gone to the loo.

I do worry about him, you know.

He gets terribly depressed sometimes.

Grazie, grazie.

Grazie.

Arrivederci.

Ah, senora Thyme.

Fabrizio.

I was just thinking about you.

Ah, you look at the cheeses and you think of Fabrizio.

Something like that.

Are you doing your shopping?

No.

I am, uh, procras--

procras--

uh, what is the word?

I am wasting time.

Procrastinating?

Yes.

Procrastinating.

Because, uh, I have to report to the police station.

Oh dear.

What for?

Well, uh, any mail that, uh, arrive at my flat for Janice,

uh, I have to deliver to the police.

Oh, I see.

Uh, but, well, I have to see the Inspector.

I could take it for you.

Oh, you would do this?

Of course.

Oh, millie grazie.

That place, it depresses me so much.

I'm sure.

My little man has brought the table and chairs.

Oh, good.

The plants are arrived, too.

Yes, I know, but everything arrived all at once and--

lend me five euros.

I, uh, must give him something.

Little muncher.

Make it 10.

Rosemary?

There you are.

Come on.

Let's go.

Where, where, where to?

Look.

Who is he?

That is the real Basil Slavinski.

Oh, right.

Well, he's not our one.

And he disappeared five years ago.

Listen.

Uh, dear miss Alexander, as you will see from the

postmark, I am back in New Zealand.

This is the one photograph of my uncle Basil I've

been able to find.

The only contact I've been able to trace is his old

cleaning lady who hasn't seen him for five years.

She says he was at his house in France and neglected

to tell her he wasn't coming back.

I am just afraid the old boy is wandering somewhere with

alzheimer's not knowing who he is.

Where did you get this?

Don't ask.

Come on.

Let's go.

No.

No, no, no, no.

You can't leave me with all this chaos.

Sorry, sorry, Emma.

We won't be long.

Honest, darling.

Wonder why this woman wants to find her uncle.

Well, says at the end that she was over on holiday from

New Zealand and decided to look up some relatives

in the old country.

So, who is our sir Basil?

Presumably, that's what Janice Alexander was

trying to find out.

And he found out she was trying find out.

It's a bit cut off here, isn't it?

Well, if I was him, that's the way I'd like it.

Not much sign of life.

He's lying low.

Laura.

Can't be far away.

Sir Basil?

That's a long way down.

Well, whoever he was, we're too late.

He must have known we were going to arrest him and

decided to jump.

At precisely 2:42.

That's when his watch stopped.

And you'd found out that he wasn't the real sir Basil?

After you told ispettore that miss Alexander was in

the police, we checked with Scotland Yard.

They told us now she was private investigator and found

out for us what she was investigating.

Do you know his real name?

No, we don't.

Rupert Kenyon-Jones was the one he used most.

He had been in prison a lot for the same sort of thing--

small frauds, stealing antiques, stealing checkbooks,

Offenses like that.

Hmm, hmm, so much that.

This doesn't smell right, you know?

It just doesn't smell right.

Doesn't it?

No, it doesn't.

Criminals stick to their lasts.

Particularly this sort of criminal.

Kenyon-Jones was a con man.

Petty theft occasionally, but murder?

No.

This man knows the police are after him.

So, right out of character, he batters a detective to death

with a rock.

Now, even if we accept that, what does he do next?

Being the man that he was, what would you do next?

Disappear.

And reinvent myself as somebody else.

But what does he do?

And this is only two days after he supposedly battered

Janice Alexander to death with a rock, remember.

He gets up.

He putters about the house.

He makes himself a spot of lunch.

We don't know that.

No, all right.

But what we do know, is that at some point he made himself

a nice cup of coffee, and he came out to the garden to read

the newspaper.

How do you make the transition?

What, you mean the transition between battering her brains out

and having a cup of coffee?

No.

The transition between enjoying a cup of coffee and

reading the paper, to jumping off the cliff.

Yes, I see your point.

Wait a minute.

Look at these.

They look as if someone's trodden on them,

stamped on them almost.

Well, they're not in a place where you'd

normally walk, are they?

No, I suppose not.

Unless two people were struggling.

See if you can, uh, see anything else.

Yes!

Laura, what is it?

I don't know.

Yes, I do.

I do.

It's the glass from a watch.

The sergeant said his watch stopped at precisely 2:42.

42

But it must have stopped here.

Not at the foot of the cliff.

Now what would be the reason for someone to kill Sir Basil,

or rupert Kenyon-Jones, or whoever he was.

Let's assume that he didn't kill Janice.

Ok.

But then whoever did kill her did it because she was going

to expose sir Basil stroke Kenyon-Jones.

Now, I don't quite see what you're getting at...

No, I don't either at the moment.

Well, let's see.

Who is there?

Well, there's Celia.

And maybe she thought that, uh, Janice was investigating

her father and she wanted to protect him.

Yes.

But that doesn't involve sir Basil, does it?

And Llewellyn's got an alibi.

Has he?

Yes.

You.

You were with him at about 2:40 this afternoon.

Oh yeah.

And Gloria Gable says she didn't leave her pottery from

9 O'clock this morning.

Hey.

What about?

Don't be silly.

Emma was here all the time having everything delivered.

Oh yeah.

You didn't do it, did you?

Come on, darlings.

Din-dins will be ready in a minute.

Just time for a little glass of ...

Joseph.

Rosemary!

What!

Oh, no.

Get up!

Get up.

Right.

Oh, what were we drinking last night?

Get your clothes on!

Clothes.

Right.

Clothes.

Ok.

Right.

Can I have a shower?

No.

We haven't got time.

- No? - Haven't got time.

No.

Oh, why am I getting up?

Because I had a dream about Joseph.

Joseph.

Right.

Ok.

Joseph.

- And the hell is Joseph? - My old cat.

You know.

The one I told you about.

The one with the white paws.

Come on.

My head.

Why are we rushing about like this?

And what's your cat got to do with anything?

I saw her cat lying on the bonnet of the car.

Why was the cat lying on the bonnet of the car?

Because it was warm.

I know.

I leant on the bonnet when I stroked him.

Gloria said she hadn't been out all day, but

the engine was warm.

Key?

So what would be Gloria's motive?

Remember Emma said Gloria had no money until about a year ago,

and that now she's all right?

Yes, since she's started selling more of her pots.

Oh, bull rubbish.

I've seen them and you heard what she said about her

exhibition, about people having no taste.

Does that sound like they're selling like hotcakes?

Good.

Her car's still here.

I thought she might have done a bunk.

Come on.

Gloria?

Gloria?

She's not here.

She has done a bunk.

Oh, damn.

She must have taken a taxi.

Come on.

So where would she be heading in a taxi?

The airport.

Right.

Why are we stopping?

She'd never go without her cats.

There were two cat baskets in the kitchen.

I don't think so.

Do you?

What are you doing?

I have to get into San Remo.

I'm meeting a very important buyer.

Oh, the cats are going too, are they?

They have to get their shots.

Two birds with one stone.

Like the stone you used on Janice Alexander?

I don't know what you're talking about.

That's preposterous.

How'd she found that you were blackmailing sir Basil?

I know nothing about this.

Look, if you'll just move your car.

How did you know sir Basil wasn't who he said he was?

If you don't let me out of here, I shall call the police.

Oh god.

He had plenty of money!

I wasn't the criminal!

As soon as he got here I knew.

I never forget a face.

I remember seeing photograph of Sir Basil Slavinski

in a newspaper years ago.

I knew it wasn't him.

Then when Janice arrived, you realized she'd find out, too.

I, I didn't mean to kill her.

I didn't know what to do.

The money was just to keep me going, just until the

pottery took off.

Otherwise I'd have to go crawling back to Watford with

my tail between my legs.

And no way was I going to do that.

And you had to silence sir Basil, because it was only

a matter of time before the police would start

investigating him about the murder.

They'd find out that he was a phony and you were

blackmailing him.

And that's why you killed him.

Oh god.

Grappa.

Just try it.

No, thank you, Fabrizio.

My family has been making grappa for generations.

It is famous, eh?

Grappa.

No.

I have a very regrettable reaction to Italian alcohol.

The police in England think they have identified the real

sir Basil Slavinski now.

An old man was brought into hospital in Carlisle, and

never regained consciousness.

They thought he had been robbed, because he had no

papers or wallet on him.

Yeah but, how did

Kenyon-Jones assume his identity?

There was a man calling himself Ken Jones

working there as a porter at the time.

He left the day the old man was brought in.

Presumably, he stole sir Basil's identity.

Well, I think it's dreadfully clever of you, darling.

- Laura! - Coming.

- Scusi. - Scusi.

This goose is cold.

What!

The goose.

It's cold.

I know the goose is cold.

I've only got one oven, and I am cooking up kidneys!

And lamb!

And lasagna!

And guinea fowl!

And viva la bloody provo.

Of course it's bloody cold!

I where's Emma!

Emma!

It was Emma who sent it back.

Grappa!

You explain to the next table you can't get the staff.

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