All language subtitles for Rosemary.&.Thyme.2003.S01E03.408p.00.48.44

Vincent House Health Spa.

24 hours any day.

I'm always available.

Mmmm.

I find women like to know it's
always here if they want it.

Mmm. Mmmm.

Can you do the job or can't you?

Well, it may not be possible
to get the water flowing again.

It depends really on what
we uncover. I'm not sure.

Well, either it is or it isn't.

Mother, please! Oh!

The spring might have
run dry or changed course.

We might have to get a dowser
in. Ah, more expense, I presume?

What if we clean out the pipe
at the top of the cascade?

Maybe it's leaking and
the water's dribbling away.

Could be. How long has it been like this?

Oh... Years.

You know nothing about it, Jeffrey.

Since my husband died. 11 years.

Ah. As long as that?

I bet it looked terrific
when it was working.

I've only ever seen one
other Fenella Goffe cascade.

Yes, she was our head gardener
when she designed that cascade.

Oh, that was before she was famous.

My husband chose the plants later.

I never cared for them as a matter of fact.

I want everything cleared

and a completely different
assortment planted.

Everything? Everything.

I'll leave the choice to you.

Should they be up there?

Oh, no!

I say! You! Go back!

You're not allowed down here!

Don't move.

I'll come up.

Mrs Walsh, are you all right?

Ah! It's broken! I've broke my ankle.

I think it's only twisted.

May I enquire what you
bloody know about it?

Those steps are lethal.

We could've been killed.

Move that stupid woman out!

Ah. Nearly there. Nearly there.

You'll be all right.

Ah! Ow!

This whole place is a disgrace.

That quarry should've
been properly fenced off!

You'll be hearing from my solicitors.

It... it... it's not a quarry...

What's going on? Mrs Walsh slipped
and hurt her ankle in the Dell.

Badly? No, not really,
but it could cost us.

And Mother was no help.

Oh, this is Laura Thyme and Rosemary Boxer.

Of course. My sister, Kate Pritchard.

How do you do? We're here
to try and restore the Dell.

Yes. About time. Before
there's a serious accident.

All right, all right.
I'm going to see Mother.

Business and family don't always mix.

May I ask... are you old
enough to remember Fenella Goffe?

No. Mummy sacked her before
I was born. Some disagreement.

Mummy's a very easy lady to
get into a disagreement with.

Oh, dear.

Would you like to meet Maggie
Goffe, Fenella's daughter?

She lives in the village. Oh, yes!

Does she follow in her
famous mother's footsteps?

In a way. She's a florist. She
does all the flowers for the spa.

Mmm.

The Language Of Flowers. Edwin Caldecott?

He's my dad. Oh.

I found the manuscript
in his desk after he died.

We published it for
Mummy's birthday last month.

That's nice.

We're all having dinner at Mummy's flat.

We do it every week. Why don't you join us?

Ooh, that'd be lovely. I'll
see if Maggie Goffe can come.

She and Mummy appear to have
become great mates all of a sudden.

The only thing is to offer these
people a cash settlement right away.

Before they ever get to
a lawyer. Oh, rubbish!

How long were they booked in for?
A week. This was their fifth day.

Then just don't send them a bill.

They'll think they've died and
gone to heaven. I know their type.

If they sue, they'll win.
The steps are dangerous.

My dear Jeffrey, you
are giving me a headache.

They are not going to sue.

I wish you'd let me make my
own decisions occasionally.

I never interfere with your decisions.

Except when they involve my money.

I like all my women clients to
have at least one massage a day.

I'm surprised it's only
one, Gary, knowing you.

Can we have water lilies?
I love water lilies.

Not if we get the cascade working.
Water lilies like still water.

Ah, yes, of course.

Oh, look.

Excuse me. Are you Maggie
Goffe? That's right.

We've just been talking to
Kate Pritchard about you.

We're the gardeners. You
must be Rosemary and Laura.

That's right. Laura, hello.

Rosemary. Hi.

Kate phoned to invite me for
dinner. I do hope you can come.

I'm sure I can if I get
these deliveries finished.

Pete? Yeah.

The ladies want plants for
Vincent House. Oh, right.

Spending old Frances Caldecott's money?

Not many people get a chance to do that.

Pete! Come on, we all know
how tight-fisted she is.

It's not my business or yours either.

I hope I'll see you tonight.

Just let me finish this.

What sort of plants are you looking for?

Well, mainly water plants. We're
trying to rejuvenate the Dell.

Oh, right.

Well, we've got a whole water
garden laid out round the other side.

Can you recommend a good B&B?
I can do better than that.

I've got a cottage attached to the
nursery... holiday lets and that.

The booking for this fortnight cancelled.

I can't afford to have
the place standing empty.

Sounds good to me. Perfect.

Another satisfied client, darling?

Not everyone's wife's as
tight-arsed as you, sweetheart.

You love squidging about
in the mud, don't you?

Yeah, I do rather. I hate to drag you away,

but we ought to get cleaned up for dinner.

Oh, right. I'll leave my
squidging for now, then.

If you squidge and run away,
you live to squidge another day.

There's an oak door.

Aha! And a wrought iron bell pull.

So you found it. Come in.

Your directions were exemplary.

Ooh, thank you.

Ah, hello.

Hi.

Oh, hello. I was er,
just leaving, actually.

Do you know each other? We met
at the nursery earlier today.

I've er, put the plants
and things out the back.

Good. Thanks, Pete.

You can find your way
out, can't you? Yeah. Sure.

I do the cooking for our Thursday dinners.

One of the reasons for having them

is to make sure Mummy gets
one decent meal a week.

I don't expect she bothers.
Lives on tins of soup.

Oh, it must be Jeff.

Oh, shall I go? Oh, would you, Laura?

Oh, hi. Oh, hello.

I'm not late, am I?

My mother designed the water garden
over at Hawkhurst Park as well.

Yes, I know, I'm hoping to see it.

Erm, she didn't leave any designs
of the cascade here by any chance?

Any drawings or plans? Not that I know of.

I was only a baby when my mother died.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, I'll get it!

I'm trying to get taken on as a butler.

Mrs Croft has booked
you again for tomorrow.

She was most insistent we fit her in.

Yes, she has a back problem.

There's no way I'm covering
up for you again, Gary.

Get a life, Jeff.

Oh. Oh. Have we come to the right house?

And who's this lovely young lady?

Well, this is very nice.

Oh, sorry I'm late.

Where's Mother?

She's not down yet.

I'll go and see if she's all right.

Mummy usually has a nap in the afternoon.

She hates it if you wake her.

I hate being woken.

She's not in her room.

Have you looked in the bathroom?
She can't be in the study, can she?

Don't come in.

Mother's dead.

She... she's been murdered.

I couldn't sleep. Neither could I.

I kept imagining her
sitting there, strangled,

while we were sipping
champagne a few yards away.

Do you want another cup? No, thanks.

You're reading that book her husband wrote.

Mm. Actually, it's quite interesting.

What is the language of flowers, anyway?

Apparently,

it's a mixture of medieval love
poetry and Christian symbolism.

And this all got mixed
up with a floral code

that a Lady Mary something Montagu claims

was used to send secret messages
in the sultan's harem in Istanbul.

Whoo!

Then it became all the
rage with Victorians,

who used to send messages that
Mama would not have approved of.

All to do with sex, then?

Romantic love.

Sex. Anyway, whatever it was,

I get the impression Edwin
Caldecott was rather starved of it.

Make sure you get a shot
of the hand on the will

and the letter in the background.

Looks like one of those things
you put round young trees,

tie them to a stake.

Do you want to have a look at this, sir?

There's a built-in safe
here. It's unlocked.

Are all those jewel boxes empty?

Why leave the empty boxes?

Wouldn't put them in their pockets.

Easier to take a handful.

Oh, God. It's so awful.

No, it's not. Can't you
be honest, just for once?

You can afford a divorce now.

That's what you've been
waiting for, isn't it?

Is everything all right? Oh, she's fine.

We came to see if we should
carry on with the work now...

Now the old witch is dead and Kate
finally gets her hands on the money.

The police seem to think that she was

in the middle of changing her
will when she was strangled.

Interesting, n'est-ce pas?

I suppose the estate goes to Kate and Jeff.

Well, I suppose so too. They are
the only children as far as we know.

Yeah. Kate was pretty upset
about that thing Gary said

about getting her hands on
the money. Wouldn't you be?

It was a horrible thing to say. Right.

Can't you get any more in the bucket?

If I get any more in I
won't be able to lift it.

I told you you should eat your greens.

He's a nasty bit of work, the husband Gary.

Yeah. Mr Slime. I wonder
if he's got a record.

You are funny. Anyone you don't like,

you always think they
have a criminal record.

Well, you'd be surprised.

I might ring my son. Get
him to check up on him.

And another thing,

I can't help wondering about
Pete from the garden centre.

Why?

What was he doing at
Frances's flat when we arrived?

He was delivering plants. Yeah.

And she was strangled with one of
the black tree bands that he sells.

I don't know. What had he got to gain?

I dunno.

Mrs Thyme? Yes?

DI Taylor would like a word.

Oh, right.

Can you, er, tell me where you were
between five and seven yesterday?

My colleague and I were working
in the grounds of Vincent House

until just before six, when we
came back, bathed and got dressed.

You were together all the time?

Apart from the bath, yes.

This partnership with Miss Boxer
it's a new business I believe?

Yes. So?

What did you do before?

I was a housewife.

Before that, I was in the police.

Oh, yes? Why did you give it up?

I was stupid enough to marry a DI.

What was all that about?

They think Rosemary
and I are jewel thieves.

What? Mrs Caldecott's jewellery is missing.

And they think you did it?

We're known round here as the
daffodil desperadoes, apparently.

Hi. I was just going up to see Kate.

She's not in her office. I just looked.

Oh, well, I was going to ask her,

but I... I can ask you about
the replanting in the Dell.

Replanting? Yes.

You know your mother wanted
us to come up with a new scheme

to replace the plants your father chose.

Yes. Yes, I remember.

Well, do you still want us to do that?

Well, I... I don't know.

Yes, yes, I suppose so.

Fine. Yes.

Tell me... I wondered, did my
mother say anything to you yesterday?

Say anything? What about?

The police must have
told you what they found.

No. I'm a suspect, remember?

They think Mother may have
been making changes to her will

when she was killed. She
had the old will on her desk

and was starting to write
a letter to her solicitor.

I just wondered if she'd
said anything to you about it.

Me? No, not a word.

Why on earth do you think she would?

I didn't really, but...

Anyway, since she hadn't revoked
the old will, it makes no difference.

Hi, Kate.

Oh! Shall we dance?

Sorry. I hope that's gin in there.

I beg your pardon? You look as
if you need revving up a bit.

Mr Pritchard, if I did need revving up,

you would be the last person I
would choose to press my accelerator.

Have you got any more of these sandwiches?

Ooh, oh! Come and see what I found.

A lovers' heart.

Years old with the letters EC and FC.

Edwin Caldecott and Frances Caldecott.

Ah. Mm. Mm.

Being in love with your husband
is not the done thing round here,

let me tell you. What do you mean?

I saw Kate and Pete up there earlier today.

Pete from the nursery?
Locked in passionate embrace.

That throws a wild card into the works.

I wonder if Gary knows.

Oh, do we care?

Oh, now, listen.

Do you know this Dicentra Spectabilis?

Oh, so...

Dicentra Spectabilis in some
areas is also known as Secret Love.

Oh, that old load of romantic codswallop.

No, no. I'm just looking up
all these flowers in the book.

Now, wolfsbane, Aconitum Vulparia,
now that is known as vengeance.

I just don't get it.
I'm not saying it's true.

I'm just saying it was used as
a way of sending secret messages.

Now, the campanula over here.

The white cultivar of Campanula Carpatica

is also known as Funeral Bells
and that is used to signify death.

Hang on. Are you saying
Edwin's choice of plants

is sending a message?

Well, now you look at these...

These little mauve flowers
with scented leaves.

Marjoram. Yes. Marjoram.

Now Oreganum Vulgare. Sweet
Marjoram, also known as Dittany...

And this is the emblem of birth.

So we've birth, love, death and vengeance.

Now, wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Oh, look the bark has nearly grown over.

Look. FG.

Who's FG?

Fenella Goffe.

EC and FG.

Edwin Caldecott and Fenella Goffe.

So, what if Edwin had an
affair... With Maggie's mother!

And if he got Fenella pregnant,

no wonder Frances let this place grow wild!

You can't conceive a child on
the strength of a few flowers!

No? Well, think about it.

So Edwin leaves a secret message,
telling the whole world about it?

And it's all in this book.

And Frances reads it and
realised the story he left.

A voice from the grave.

Mmm.

Love, death...

birth, vengeance.

Now she's dead, we should have
approval of everything that's spent.

It's not your money.

I'm running a business. Kate
should get the same amount.

Half each, the will says.
That's not the point.

Of course it's the point. Mrs
Walsh only had a twisted ankle.

I just should have been consulted.
Well, we can't stop the cheque.

But when will you be
paying what's due to Kate?

I wanted you to know
we've cleaned the pipes.

Later we'll be seeing how the
water flows down the cascades

and thought you'd like to come and watch.

Thank you. I'll come
down, if I've got time.

Right.

Sorry to disturb you.

Right.

Right.

No, it's no good.

The water's still draining away.

I'll go and turn it off.

Maybe this bowl needs
resealing. What do you think?

Should we use concrete?

No, no, the original was clay.

It'd be nice to know how it was done.

Ooh, fine, great!

That gives me the perfect excuse

to go and look at the
cascade at Hawkhurst Park.

Ooh, I'm sorry, I forgot.
Matthew is coming here tomorrow.

Oh, good.

Why would he come here?

Maybe he's got something on Gary Pritchard.

Yes, but why...

I've had a thought. Uh-oh.

Do you think...

Do you think that Maggie knows
she's Edwin Caldecott's child?

Come on, we're only guessing.
Well, maybe we should ask her.

Right! Excuse me, we
wanted to check something.

There are initials carved in a
tree, and flowers... All right.

In a subtle way.

I mean, look, if it's
true she ought to know.

She stands to inherit part of this estate.

No, she might possibly have had a
claim on Edwin Caldecott's estate,

but that's long gone.

Oh, you're always so bloody logical!

Listen.

What if Frances was trying to
make things right with Maggie?

What if she wasn't cutting
Kate and Jeff out of the will,

but putting Maggie in?

(Jeff asked me yesterday

(if Frances had said anything
to me about changing the will.)

He wouldn't be too pleased

about giving away a slice
of his hard work. Mm-hm.

Mm.

What's going on?

We've arrested Mrs Pritchard for
the theft of her mother's jewellery.

Are you sure?

Very sure, Mrs Thyme.

Very sure indeed.

This makes no sense.

Why would Kate steal her
own mother's jewellery?

Some crazy scheme to run
away with lover boy Pete?

No, no, no. I mean, I think Kate
might kill but she would never steal.

That makes no sense. Killing's
much worse than stealing.

It isn't a question of worse or better.

It's a question of character.

Ah!

Iridaceae Pseudacorus.

Flag Iris. They'll grow anywhere.

Hi, Maggie. Hello.

For the Dell. What do you think?

Nice.

Yes, go on, then.

It wasn't your mother who chose
the original planting, was it?

I don't know. It was Edwin Caldecott.

Rosemary and I are having
fun looking at the planting

and trying to work out the
message from Edwin's book.

That does sound fun.

How about letting me make some money here?

Why don't we just stick
to the simple classics?

Water lilies, water poppies and
rushes? We can't have water lilies.

Well, you could have frog-bit, though.

It's like a miniature water lily.

Ooh, right. Yes.

Great, they're out the back.

It's such a... a sad
place. You've been there?

Not for years. Now we're getting
it cleaned up, you must come.

No, thanks. The place gives me the creeps.

What made Frances let it
go like that, I wonder?

I don't have any family reminiscences.

When my mother died I went to foster
parents. Sorry. I didn't mean to pry.

No, it's OK. They were lovely, but...

Anyway, I've got to rush.

It's nice to see you, Laura.

Where is he?

What? Right, you!

I don't know what she sees in you.

You're welcome to her.
What are you talking about?

You think I don't know about you
and Kate? You think you're the first?

You can have her. There's nothing going on.

I've had it up to here
with the bloody family.

She doesn't look so high and mighty
sitting in a police cell. Cell?

You two just couldn't wait for the money.

Wait a minute. Oh, you'll be next.

They sussed her pretty
quickly. You murdering...

Is he saying they've arrested Kate? Yes.

Was that what you call being revved up?

Oh.

No, please, please I was
er... I was looking for Kate.

Mrs Pritchard's been
taken into custody. No!

I knew it! I knew it.

She has that look about her.

In the police force we have to work
on a bit more than looks, Mrs Boxer.

Miss, miss. Call me Rosemary.

So er, how did you nail her?

Just plodding police work,
Rosemary. It's not all glamour.

I think you're being modest.

And that police work led me to look
at every last inch of CCTV footage

from every camera in this building.

No! That is so clever. Do you know,
I would never have thought of that.

So what did you find?

Well...

Look, I'll tell you what... It
is rather extraordinary, really.

Please.

You just watch this.

This is the camera outside the
front entrance to the health spa.

Do you recognise the woman?

It looks like Kate.

Ten seconds later she
comes into her own office.

And look what's in her pocket.

I'll zoom in.

Oh! Why would she be so stupid?

She must know there's a camera in the room.

After a while, they forget
the cameras are there.

In her mind, she's not
committing a crime here.

She's hiding some jewellery. It
would never have occurred to her

that anybody would look at this.
Well, why did you look at it?

Well, this a murder enquiry,
Rosemary. We look at everything.

I just don't see WHY Kate
would kill her mother.

Well, maybe Mrs Caldecott intended
to cut her out of her will.

Did Kate know that? I don't know.

Maybe Mrs Caldecott said
something to her or to her husband.

When I find out, I expect to be
charging Kate Pritchard with murder.

I can't hold her in custody long for theft.

Do you know something

that might shed a different
light on the investigation?

You don't want to listen
to me. I'm just a squidger.

Squidger?

Horticultural term, Inspector.

Can I do you some eggs? No, I'm fine.

I just don't see what
Kate could stand to gain

from stealing her mother's jewellery.

That's easy enough. She wanted
us to believe Frances Caldecott

was killed in the course of a burglary.

Mm-hm. I'm not convinced.

What, do you think the police
were faking the tapes? No.

There's er, something
funny about it, though.

Is something the matter?

You know what's happened, don't you?

What?

Nick and the tart have broken up.

Nick wants to come crawling back.

No, no. If your husband wanted to
come back he'd have come himself.

Oh, he hasn't got the
guts to come here himself.

That's why he's sending
Matthew. Do you think so?

Yes. Why else would
Matthew come all this way?

And how do you feel about that?

He's going to get such an earful.

Bloody cheek.

I'll make sure that's the last
you'll hear from that inspector.

I thought I'd never
see the old place again.

Come on. I'll come in
with you, just in case.

No-one has seen him
since our punch-up.

Gary?

Gone.

Thank God.

Hello, Mum. Matthew!

You look well. Yeah, I'm fine. You?

Yes. Yeah, fine.

All right for a drink,
yeah? Yes, thank you.

Well. Well.

Nice place this.

Mmm. All right, isn't it?

Taken your inspector's exams yet?

Next year, maybe. Don't leave it too late.

Don't worry, Mum, I won't.
Listen, this Gary Pritchard.

You were right, as
always. He's got a record?

Certainly has. Arrested twice.

What for? Taking and driving away.

Oh, is that all? And when was this?

1979.

'79? How old was he?

14, 15. Not exactly Jack the Ripper, is he?

Well...

But er, thank you for
coming all this way, anyway.

Do you see much of your father?

Not much gets past you, Mum.
You don't get to be my age...

I saw him yesterday as a matter of fact.

Oh, yes?

He wanted me to speak
to you about something.

It's about the house.

The house?

Apparently, the lawyer says that

you haven't responded
to any of his letters.

There's some deed you've got
to sign, so as he can sell it.

I've got a copy of it here.

I mean, he's had an
offer on the house, Mum,

but they can't wait around for ever...

Pen.

Just where it's marked with a cross.

Wow!

Puddling. Clay puddling. That's
what you need to stop the leaks.

That's based on aluminium
silicate, isn't it?

I've no idea, I'm afraid.

Fenella Goffe probably used
local clay. I'll have to find out.

It needs to be well compressed.

The simplest way is to stamp it
down with a strong pair of boots.

Thank you.

Oh, this is lovely.

I only hope we can make the Dell
at Vincent House half as wonderful.

Tragic thing but no reason
to neglect the place,

let it grow wild like that.

What was tragic?

You don't know?

Terrible thing, terrible
thing. Young woman like that.

Same age as I was. Makes a big
impression when you're young.

What happened exactly?

Fenella Goffe drowned herself there.

No!

Terrible thing to happen.

You can feel it there, can't you?

A very sad place.

Oh!

Kate! Kate, help.

Help!

Help, can you get me up?

Help me. Help me!

What are you doing? Ow!

Laura! Rosemary!

I'm coming. Stop her! Stop her!

I'm coming, Laura. Ow!

Hang on, I'm coming! Help!

Maggie! I'm coming, Laura. Hang on!

I'm coming. I'm here.

I'm here. You're safe.

You're safe. Kate! My God!

I've got you. Just hold on.

Are you all right? Yes, I'm fine.

What the hell's going on?

She tried to kill me.

Kate? Don't be ridiculous.

No, not Kate. Maggie.

Your half-sister.

What?

Maggie?

What has she got against me?

Maybe you were getting too
close to why she killed Frances.

Don't tell me you were right
about all the hidden messages?

I have no idea what's going on here.

It's all to do with this book.

It's only because it's been
published that this has happened.

So, when did you know that
Edwin Caldecott was your father?

Not until ten days ago.

Frances told me the whole story.

That when she found out Fenella
was pregnant, she sacked her,

driving her to kill herself.

But she hadn't realised her
own husband was my father

until she read his book.

Frances asked to see me.

She wanted to say how sorry she was.

She thought that would
make everything all right.

But what did I do?

You saw me going in the house
when I planted the jewellery.

My disguise as Kate fooled you,

but I knew it was only a matter
of time before you worked out

the message in the Dell
from my father's book.

Thanks to Frances Caldecott
I never knew my mother.

She drowned herself when I
was a baby. Here in the Dell.

I'd done nothing to hurt you, Maggie.

Why did you steal the
jewellery to incriminate me?

I made use of a family
resemblance. Why shouldn't I?

But why?

If Mother was going to leave you
a share of everything in the will...

Only if I agreed not to tell
anyone who my father was.

You think I'd touch her filthy money?

You're under caution. I don't care.

She drove my mother to
suicide. I hated her.

I hate all of you.

Come on. Come on. That's enough.

OK!

Woo-hoo! Oh, yes!

Bravo.

Well done.

Well done.

Shame Maggie'll never see
it. Not for a while, anyway.

You know, I hope after this I don't
see plots and conspiracy theories

in every herbaceous border.

I like flowers to be just flowers.

Poor Edwin, I suppose he
had no-one to confide in.

It's sad that the only
outlet for his distress

was to leave a secret message in a garden

in the hope that someday
someone will decipher it.

Oh, well, come on. I'll buy you a soda pop.

Oh, I missed Matthew. How
did you get on with him?

Oh, er, fine. And were you right?

Did he come with a message
from...? Oh, absolutely.

And I hope you gave him a flea in his ear.

Yes, I certainly did. The
biggest flea you have ever seen.

Well, in that case I think you
deserve a little more than pop.

I do, I do!