All language subtitles for Rosemary.&.Thyme.2003.S01E04.408p.00.48.30

'Oh, it's horrible, all withered and dead.'

It's got me beat. I've fed
it, raked it, watered it.

You name it, I've done it.

Oh, nil desperandum,
Bill. We'll sort it out.

But it does seem rather odd.

Here comes the guvnor.

He's not happy about
forking out to bring you in.

He has to have his lawns looking
just right, as he will tell you.

Guvnor. Edward Dawson, owner and principal.

You must be... Rosemary Boxer.

Well, Bill seems to have
quite a problem here.

Yes, and the sooner
it's solved, the better.

Appearances are crucial in
this business, and, frankly,

these lawns are a disgrace.

Our students come from all over Europe.

Our present intake is from Poland.

They learn about our way of
life and we put the final gloss

on their English. Sort
of... POLISH them up.

Sorry.

I'm after the Far Eastern market.

The head of a big Japanese
bank is visiting soon.

If he likes what he sees, he'll
send all his executives here.

That's why the lawns have
to be in A1 condition.

First impressions.

Paramount.

I'm... sorry, I thought
there were two of you.

The advert said Rosemary &...

Mrs Thyme is in town at the moment,
shopping for vital equipment.

Right. OK, quieten down.

Look around, buy something if you want,

but above all, speak English.

I'll be here if you need me.

I'll be here too, girls.

Whenever you want me, Angelica.

You're such a creep, Felix.

If the Dawsons knew what
you were really like...

Lighten up, mate.

In any department of Bradleys,

and you could purchase a
Bradleys bear for just £5.'

OK, girls, we're off now. Are you ready?

Felix, bring the bus round.

Whoa! Whoa! You two.

You've got some items in your bag.

I no understand.

In your bag, you steal, yeah?

I'm a teacher at Bowden Grange.

These are students. They were
putting things in the bag.

I've been watching on CCTV. Shoplifting.

I don't think you can say that.

Not unless they tried to take
the goods out of the store.

You can do this the easy way
or the hard way. Up to you.

You'd better show him, Angelica.

Legally, he has no right.

No need to hold you up, eh, madam?

Look, this is their first visit to England.

They get confused.

Prussian Army, eh?

Circa 1900, I'd say.

Where did you get it?

It belonged to my great grandfather.

Perhaps they can pay now. Sorry.

I need to ask her some questions,
like why is she carrying a weapon?

On the bus, please. We're going.

Felix!

All right, mate. Keep your hair on.

I'm not your mate. Excuse me.

If we're going back to Bowden
Grange, might I scrounge a lift?

The more, the merrier. Thank you.

Did that man do something?

Angelica.

Yeah...

Absolute discretion guaranteed.

Look, it's going to cost you, all right?

500.

Oh, and I need the money up front.

Cheer up, gorgeous. It might never happen.

Oh! So, that's why they
call you the handyman.

Just spreading a little
happiness, that's all.

What a sorry-looking lawn.

Oh, there's extensive chlorosis,
yellowing in several areas

and quite severe deterioration in places.

It's predominantly rye grass

with a less proportion
of bent grass and fescue.

Did you get the test tubes?
They took some finding. Here.

Laura, you didn't get handley things
for holding them when they're hot.

Because they didn't
have any handley things.

You did some shopping for yourself.

Extra long hairpins, to use
instead of handley things.

Our fingers will be burnt,
but our hair will look nice.

Cheer up, sweetheart.

Keep away from me.

Felix?

Are you OK?

Evening.

I know it all seems like my husband's
making a lot of fuss over a bit of grass...

..but so much depends on those
lawns. Oh, damn! My fingernail.

We think we're looking at
some kind of fungal damage,

don't we, Laura? Yes.

Or it could be some
kind of insect activity.

I think I've finished.

But we won't be sure until
we get the hard evidence.

Ah. Bon appetit.

Maddy, we appear to have
lost one of the students.

It's Angelica.

I not know where she go.

I DO not know where she has gone.

I do not know.

I do go now.

Thank you, Zofia.

I hope to God she's OK.

Your chap er... Felix. He was
very interested in her earlier.

She didn't seem too keen.
You never know, do you?

Maybe they're together and...

We're responsible for the
moral welfare of these students.

Perhaps you could help us look for her.

What about other staff?

They don't live in. We'll have
to deal with this ourselves.

We'll split up and
search the neighbourhood.

She's probably back at the
college, tucked up safe and sound.

Oh, what about that little lane up there?

Have we been down that
little lane up there?

We've been down every little lane.

Up and down like a yo-yo in a lift.

That doesn't make sense.

What would a yo-yo be doing in a lift?

Well, it could hardly
take the stairs, could it?

Oh, look. What's that up there?

Oh.

Was he sexy?

It's Felix.

And his throat's been cut.

Erm... everybody...

this is Detective Inspector Scott.

Erm... it's a very distressing time.

But I think carrying on as usual
is the best thing for all of us.

Cancelling the course
would serve no good purpose.

He'd have to refund the fees.

I'd like to add, that if
you've anything to say,

speak to me or one of my officers.

Yes, of course. Thank you, Inspector.

Well, let's get going, everybody, shall we?

Mr Dunne.

Mr Dunne?

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr Dawson.

I'm finding this all a bit difficult.

It's not easy for any of us.

Perhaps the distraction of
teaching your class might help.

Can I ask you what you're doing here?

Inspector. Well, we have our
own murder mystery to solve.

Something is killing this lawn.

What makes you so sure it was murder?

Well, Felix didn't cut
his own throat, did he?

He was very good with his hands.

Have you found the weapon yet?

No.

The pathologist says it was
quick, clean and businesslike.

Ah.

A downward cut by a
right-handed person probably.

Why were you out there last night?

Well, we were looking for Angelica.

So were the Dawsons. Didn't he tell you?

But she went missing. We
thought she was with Felix.

We thought they were together, you know.

Romantically involved?

Well, that could be a motive.

Felix was a bit of a sex pest.

He treated the female students
as his personal buffet.

Maybe it was one of them. You know...

jealous of Angelica, a spurned lover.

Let's just try and keep our
imaginations in check, shall we?

Let's keep our imaginations in check.

Bill uses one of these storerooms
for some of his gardening stuff.

But he won't mind you
setting yourselves up in here.

Mr Dawson, why didn't you tell the
Inspector that Angelica was missing?

Well, yes, because she
might have been involved.

She might even have been the killer.

I don't want to hear talk like that.

Her father's a diplomat

and a member of one of the leading
Catholic families in Poland.

If the press gets wind
of this, it will ruin me.

So... you keep them shut.

Yes?

It's always confusing
with past participles.

Try that. There you go.

You went for a walk. Where?

I not know.

You must have some idea.

She's been here less than a fortnight.

Angelica...

describe your route.

She hasn't a clue, Inspector.

Quite frankly, I think she's too shocked

to be of any use to you right now.

I must say, I find it hard to imagine

a delicate creature like
Angelica killing Felix like that.

She'd have had to...

Well, she... Hold on, let me show you.

She'd have had to come
up behind him, grab him,

and then pull his head back and slice
downward, through the carotid artery.

Eurgh! Horrible. Yes.

Don't forget, Felix was no weakling
and he was a lot fitter than her.

So I think, whoever it was,
knew what they were doing.

Like that.

Quick, fast and businesslike.

Can you put me down, please? Oh, sorry.

I think it was a man and someone
with some military training.

Shall I take that? Hm.

Uh-oh.

Uh-oh. Look busy.

What about him?

Is he really worried about
the reputation of this place,

or is he worried about something else?

That's far enough, Mr Dawson!

Sorry. You might
contaminate our control area.

We're comparing the soil in here
to the soil in the dead patches.

Erm, I came to apologise for
the way I behaved earlier.

I was... ahem... very rude. Ahem!

By the way, the police
have finished with Angelica.

Looks like she's off the
hook. Reputation intact, eh?

Hers or yours?

Well, both, I hope.

No much consolation for Felix, is it?

No. No, I suppose not.

Well, I'll er let you get on, ladies.

Mr Dawson?

Were you ever in the armed forces?

Me? Good God, no.

Why?

Are you all right, Bill?

It's this Felix business.
It's shaken me up.

I can't say I liked the lad much.

But I never would have wished him ill.

Do you think other people might?

Well, he always seemed
to be upsetting somebody.

Like who? Like Mr and Mrs Dawson.

And Mr Dunne.

There was a bloke hanging round
down by the road yesterday.

He probably had an axe to
grind with Felix an' all.

What did he look like?

40-ish.

Black suit, black tie.

I thought it was the undertaker come
to measure me up for my wooden overcoat.

Did he have a dodgy sort of moustache?

Yes. Do you know him?

It sounds like that security guy
from Bradleys I told you about.

He wasn't after your measurements.
What did he want here?

Oh, I don't know. Anyhow,
I'll leave you to it.

It comes hard after 60 years of gardening

to be stumped by a bit of old
grass. Don't blame yourself, Bill.

My dad was a stable lad here
when this was a private house.

I've got an old photograph
if you'd care to see it.

Yeah. Love to.

Mm.

Right.

There are examples of grass dying
where evil deeds have taken place.

Excuse me. Show me the hard evidence.

"Don't speculate," that's what you say.

Now you're telling me that past
evil can leave traces in grass?

You've got to keep an open mind.

Oh, Angelica!

Don't walk on the...

Grr!

Oh, look at that.

Where she's walked, it's
all withered and dead.

What? You're joking, aren't you?

Yes.

"Keep an open mind."

Oh, damn!

I've forgotten the sample
bags. I'll pop up to my room

and get them.

Come on, slowcoach.

Agh!

Put that down.

I wasn't going to hurt her.

It's Angelica's.

I saw it when her bag was searched

by that sleazeball security guy Reynolds.

What are you doing with it?

When I heard about Felix and that
the murder weapon was missing,

I thought I should find it. Why?

Because she's innocent.

She couldn't kill anyone. Not Angelica.

Yeah, I know it's stupid, isn't it?

Man of my age, girl like her,
but I can't help the way I feel.

Paul, this is evidence.

If you really like her and you
really think she's innocent,

you mustn't remove this.

I just couldn't bear to think
of her being accused of murder.

Paul, where were you last night?

It was my mother's birthday.

I took her to a concert
at the town hall in Westly.

Joseph Wooding playing
Chopin. It's a bit dry for me,

but it's Mum's favourite.

Look, I'm sorry about the knife.

We'd better get rid of
this before WE are caught.

Ah.

Look. A note to Angelica.

A sun, an arrow and a date.

Odd.

Whoops.

This way.

You'll feel better for a lie-down.

Damn.

Now we come to the older
part of the college.

What do we say if Dawson sees us?

We're looking for moss or something?

Don't be silly, Laura. You don't
get moss on a building like this.

There could be lichen, of
course. Not now, Rosemary.

Now what are we going to do?

We have to go this way.

There's bound to be a door up there.

That note... it wasn't a
date, it was a time. 1900 hours.

Look, a door.

Seven o'clock, about the
time Angelica went missing.

Oh. What?

Hang on a minute. What are you doing?

That's very odd.

Do you think this is what made
Angelica go out last night?

I don't know.

If only we knew what it meant.

When we do, we'll be a lot nearer
to knowing who killed Felix.

Bradleys...

the department store.

I think it's time I reacquainted myself
with Mr Sleazeball Security Guy Reynolds.

I didn't send it.

But you did go off with her.
And she looked very unhappy.

Well, she'd just been caught shoplifting.

That's store policy? To interview
vulnerable young women on their own?

Look, I let her off, we usually prosecute.

And why not this time?

I don't have to explain anything to you.

Well, what were you doing at
the school? Who said I was there?

Ah.

So you don't deny it.

Look, that's got nothing to do with me.

But it's written on a Bradleys envelope.

Look! Stacks of them at every pay
point. Anyone could pick one up.

And if I'd wanted to send
her a message I would

have written it in English.
She can speak it.

What sort of background
do you need for this job?

What?

I've got a nephew who's
keen on a career in security.

I just wondered how you
started. Army, police...?

15 years in the RAC, actually.

Now, do you mind if I get on with my life?

Not teaching, Mr Dunne?

Oh... Students are too upset
about Felix to concentrate.

Look. Erm...

What I said earlier
about how I feel about

Angelica... No need to
mention that, is there?

Your secret is safe with me.

Mr Dunne. Could you take the minibus

and pick up the weekly shop
from the supermarket? Me?

I'm a teacher.

We've all got to pull together until
we find a replacement for Felix.

Try not to scratch it.

Reynolds.

Oh, Brigadier. Erm...

'Have you got it yet?' No. Not yet, sir.

There's been a bit of a complication.

'A complication? I don't
want any more of your

complications. I've
given you good money.'

I'll...

I'll get it tonight, sir.

No, you have my word on it. Yeah.

Oh.

Sun...

Sun...

up...

Dawn.

Sunrise.

At seven o'clock at night? Hmm.

Ah!

Any luck with Reynolds?

He denied everything.

Did he?

Never mind. Come and tell me all
about it... in The Rising Sun.

Reynolds has a point. Why go all cryptic
if he knew she could speak English?

Salt and vinegar? No, thanks.

If you want to meet someone,
why risk them not getting it?

I mean, it took us ages to work it out.

Because we didn't know there was a pub
nearby called The Rising Sun and she did.

That's true.

What's that?

Mm?

Just a shape.

Looks familiar. Let me see that.

Well,

if Reynolds didn't send this, who did?

Paul was at a concert... 30 miles away.

The Dawsons were with us...

That just leaves Felix.

If it was Felix, why not
just write a note? In English.

And why use a Bradleys envelope?

How's this?

She's rejected all Felix's
advances, so he tries a new tack.

He gets an envelope from the store,

and he writes a message on it.

A pictogram. Good word.

Because he thinks she's scared
of Reynolds after their encounter,

and that he might have some hold
over her. So, she turns up at 7:00pm,

expecting to find Reynolds,
and she finds Felix instead.

Then what?

Well, it's... just a theory.

Well, let's check it out.

He was a good-looking
guy, she's a good-looking

girl. Someone must
have noticed them.

So,

the barman said that a gorgeous
young blonde DID go in last night,

all alone and looking nervous.

Now, there was a young man
apparently waiting for her

dark, handsome, 25, bit arrogant -

Yes. Sounds like Felix.

So, she sees him and she completely flips.

She throws his drink over him,
dashes out, and he follows her.

So Felix followed her. Well, apparently.

So then maybe he did make
a pass at her after all.

And maybe she did attack him.

Only one person knows for sure.

Angelica.

Lunatic!

I'm sure that was Reynolds.

What is going on up there?

Angelica!

Angelica!

Angelica...!

Sir...

Yeah.

Pathologist needs to see that
right away, Sergeant Adams.

Right, now.

Just putting another sample

in the agar slopes.

How are the hairpins doing, instead
of the little handley things?

You are a genius. I will
never criticise you again.

Good. Can I have that in writing?

Now. The thing is, did she jump...

..or was she pushed?

Well, the police say...

..Felix tried to have sex
with Angelica against her will,

so she defended herself with
her knife, and killed him.

And being an honourable girl,

she took her own life rather than
bring shame on her family. Neat, eh?

Mm-hm. Bit too neat for me.

And another thing.

Why was Zofia last on the scene? Mmm?

Where had she been?

I was making call to home
from office of Miss Dawson.

My father. He not well.

Now, look.

We just want to find out
what happened to Angelica.

It's not suicide.

Angelica is much religious.

For her, suicide is worst sin.

Go to hell for eternity.

If it wasn't suicide...

Maybe... accident, or...

I have big shout at her.

What were you arguing about?

She have marks...

from kisses.

Like... lovebites?

Yes, but... but she say not from kisses.

From Felix's hands.

He take her neck when he try to kiss her.

She fight him.

I take Bible and make her swear,

and now she dead.

Zofia?

You're missing your class.

I don't think she's quite up to
it at the moment. She's very upset.

We all are.

Come along, Zofia.

Suicide theory is looking shaky.

Distinctly.

Ladies. I've got that photograph.

Blimey!

A greenhouse? More like an aircraft
hangar. They liked them big.

And there were two. What did
they grow? All kinds of things.

That explains it!

Explains what? The marks I saw on the lawn.

Now, the dead patches are grouped
into big rectangular areas.

You don't notice it, but from
up here it's quite distinct.

The past visiting the present. Mmm.

Well, whatever it was that Bill's dad
and his chums grew in those greenhouses,

it's certainly causing his son a lot...

Laura.

Recognise the colour?

Mmm. Mrs Dawson.

Doesn't seem the kind of woman who
does light roofing in her spare time.

What was she doing up here?
It wasn't here the last time...

Perhaps...

she was here for the same reason we were.

En route from Angelica's room.

This is where Angelica fell from.

And it looks like something's
got knocked off the parapet.

Afternoon, ladies.

Laura!

Got it!

OK.

I'm going back to the press
conference. Hell of a place to chat.

Not much to tell. I'm keeping an
open mind about the cause of death.

I don't think... Hang on!

As soon as you get word
from the pathologist

about the knife,
you let me know.

I can't hold any... longer.

Ow!

Did you hear something? No, sir.

Sorry.

Sorry. Sorry.

No match for a big stone
fruit, thank you for asking.

These things are everywhere.

I'd like to know how that
got knocked off the roof.

By Angelica.

How's the old toe?
By Angelica.

As she fell.
How's the old toe?

As she fell.

Or... was she pushed?

Do you think that she was going the
same way that we were over the roof?

To escape from...

Who?

The owner of...

this?

I think it's time we did some
checking up on Mrs Dawson.

I've got to get this lot off to the post.

Oh...

Hi. Oh, hi.

I just wondered how Zofia was.

Oh, she never came back to class. Oh.

So er... what's all the fancy kit for?

Oh...

various tests.

This, for instance, is a damp chamber.

We've put a piece of diseased
turf in to see what grows on it.

It'll tell us if the problem
is a fungus of some sort.

You OK?

Yeah. Fine.

Absolutely fine.

Er... Yep. Best get on.

Will you make sure that
makes the last post, please?

Of course. No problem.

Mrs Thyme?

I wanted to get some info from the
Royal Horticultural Society website.

Looks like you've strayed
onto some military site.

Oh, I'm such a klutz on the keyboard.

You should have come to my office.
I could have done it for you.

Oh, you know your way
round military websites?

Not particularly.

Why?

Should I?

Oh...

Horticultural websites, I mean.

No, I'll be fine now. I'll
just type in the right name.

I should have given you this earlier.
When you found me in the language lab.

Thank you. I've been looking for that.

We found it on the roof.

What were you doing up there?

We were looking at an
aerial view of the lawn.

And... why were you in the language lab?

I needed some information from the
Internet. I was on one of the computers.

I discourage random sessions.

I like to know exactly what sort
of material is being accessed.

You know, you're quite right. It is amazing
what you can find when you start looking.

I was trying to get onto the
Royal Horticultural Society.

Except Mrs Thyme got her initials confused.

Typed RHR instead of RHS.

Ended up on the Royal Herts
Regimental Association site instead.

It's easily done.

Well, we'll leave you to it.

You're not dining? Unhappily, no.

We've got a lot of work to
do tonight in the storeroom.

Yes. We'll be working late tonight.

If you see the light on, don't worry.

We are very close to a solution now.

My bum's gone to sleep.

Lucky old bum.

Do you think anyone will show?

Well, we dropped a big enough hint.

Looking for something?

What the hell are you doing here?
This is Reynolds, the security guy.

We've had two murders in two days here.

You better have a very
good reason for being here.

I haven't killed anyone, all right?

I was just looking for that bloody knife.

The knife...?

Too late. It's with the police. Oh, damn.

I was going to give that girl
good money for it. 500 quid.

£500 for a knife?

Well, it's rare.

I know this bloke, Brigadier Jacobs.
He collects

militaria. Got a massive
collection of guns and knives.

Anyway, he put the money up for
me to buy it off of her. Except...

Except?

I spent it, didn't I?

What on?

Don't laugh.

Sunbed for the missus.
She's wanted one for years.

And I was so sure I could
get that knife, and

I came up here earlier
to see her, and...

So, that WAS you in the car.

You nearly killed us.

Yeah, sorry.

When I got up here, everyone was flapping.

She was dead, wasn't she, poor kid?

What about Felix? Where
were you when he died?

Working.

Late-night shopping.

In the security office you'll
find videotapes featuring me.

They're time and date
stamped. They're watertight.

Oh, well. I'll see his
nibs off the premises.

I'll wait here.

Oh, you're back.

I must say I feel sorry for that chap.

Forced into a life of crime,

because his wife wants a year-round tan.

What are you going to
do now, then? Nothing.

The police have got the
knife, and you owe £500

to a man with a lot of weapons.

Oh... Thank you, Bill.

There was something else on
the photo I wanted to show you.

But who's this?

It's Paul. Mr Dunne?

Here. If you look there on the roof,

you can see what they were growing.

Oh, yes.

Get out of my way!

What's going on?

Get away from me! Get back!

Oh, don't be such a bloody fool.
You're in enough trouble already.

Put it down, Mr Dunne,
please. It's not Mr Dunne.

It's Mr Bannister.

Isn't it, Paul?

You were a serving officer in
the British Army, weren't you?

The Royal Herts.

Until 1998,

when you were dishonourably
discharged for

assaulting a fellow officer.
You beat him senseless.

Did Felix find out about your secret?

Was he blackmailing you? Was
that why you wanted to kill him?

And you set up that meeting at
the pub with Angelica and Felix.

You were waiting outside.
And you followed them.

You got hold of her knife and slit
his throat like you were trained to.

This is all very fascinating, but
you're forgetting I was 30 miles away

at a concert with my
mother when Felix died.

I don't think so!

We've got to stop him.

You must be psychic, Inspector.

Not really. Mrs Dawson called us.

I saw you earlier in the
grounds, with that other man.

I was worried.

How could you do this
to me, Paul? I'm ruined.

And it's all your fault.

And what did poor Angelica ever do to you?

All she HAD to do was keep
her mouth shut. Say nothing.

But no. Her pathetic Catholic
conscience wouldn't allow it.

Sir, you're under
caution. You think I care?

I loved her. But she was
going to give me away.

I couldn't allow her to do that.

He must have got her onto the roof, pushed
her off and made it LOOK like suicide.

Sergeant.

I'll need statements from
all of you. In the morning.

One thing's still puzzling me.

Why on earth were you up on the
roof when you lost the fingernail?

It's very mundane.

The fire escapes have to be
checked. It was one of Felix's jobs.

Now, look at the lawn.

Two distinct rectangular areas.

And all the dead patches are in the
space occupied by the greenhouses.

We learned from Bill's photograph
that they used to grow pineapples here.

That's why they're all over the house.

And they were grown on
deep beds of compost.

Now, we sent some soil samples off to
the lab. I'm pretty sure they will confirm

that the animal manure they used here
contained large quantities of heavy metal.

Now, this would have collected in the
beds and in turn contaminated the soil.

Thank you, Bill!

When were the greenhouses taken down?

We had them demolished two years
ago when we bought the place.

We had it all grassed.

It was fine, to begin with.

Right. But once the root
system started to find those

heavy metals, the grass
would have deteriorated.

So? What do we do now?

Well, we have two suggestions.

You could strip off the
dead grass, replace all the

contaminated soil and
then relay all the lawns.

What? That'll take months!

The Japanese delegation is coming
the week after... Edward...

She did say there were two alternatives.

Sorry.

Or, you could cut out all the dead grass

and leave the shape of... well, look.

Isn't that the
pictogram? LAURA: Yes. The rising sun.

Rather appropriate for your
visitors, don't you think?