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Laura.

What?

Can't you sleep?

Why on earth did you

make me come here?

I didn't make you.

"It would do you good, Laura, to

exorcise the ghosts, Laura."

I just thought that going through a

real procession might--

"work to achieve closure, Laura?"

Now, I never said that.

You came bloody close

to it once or twice.

He knew this would get to me.

Who?

Nick!

He's twisting the knife.

It's not that.

I'm sure it's not that.

Look, he's moving on.

He's selling the house.

He just thought there might be something here that

you'd want to keep.

Like hell.

I signed the house over to him ages ago.

Why has he only just decided to sell it?

No, he's twisting the knife.

Why would I want anything from here, anyway?

To remind me of 27 years of marriage?

Like the picture of Matthew in fancy dress-- the little

Roman solider.

I know Nick.

You don't.

He's twisting the knife.

Try and go to sleep, Laura.

Twist, twist, twist.

I'll just show you this, but we'd like you to get the

garden and the greenhouse tidied first.

Nobody's been in here for year, of course.

It's a Pargeter family secret.

Good lord.

Exactly.

These are some of the seeds my great grandfather collected in

his travels.

This isn't Edwin Pargeter, by any chance?

You've heard of him?

Well, of course.

He must of been the most famous botanist in his day.

I don't know what condition they'll

be in after 80 or 90 years.

Oh, some seeds last much longer than that.

It's hard to read the writing on the labels.

I know, some have come off altogether.

But if we could sort them out, see if there's

anything worth saving.

I've got an old friend in Kew who might be able to help, if

that's all right.

Wonderful.

We do need to sell the house as soon as possible, though.

Frankly, aunt Audrey can't afford it anymore, and--

well, the size of it's become too big for me.

Hello, ms. Pargeter.

Do you remember me, Laura Thyme?

I used to live around the corner in Dorchester terrace.

Do you remember?

No.

Um, I had a little boy and a little girl--

Matthew and Helena.

Oh, this could be a lovely garden.

We just want it tided.

Won't you miss the old place?

Not really.

It was never my home.

I was brought up in Yorkshire.

Oh, so how long have you lived here, then?

Audrey gave me a room when I came down to go to University.

I sort of hung about a bit after I graduated.

Then she got ill.

Oh, god, it's nearly 20 years now.

Audrey wants to take some

of these plants with her to Dorset.

All she needs a complete list so she can go through it.

Well, that shouldn't take too long.

Was that the doorbell?

I won't be a minute.

See you in the kitchen.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I was in the garden.

I'm Petra McKinley.

Oh, yes, of course.

How do you do?

Come in.

I used to be a policewoman back then, but we used to meet

at st. Mary's occasionally when the

Reverend Watkins was there.

You met the reverend Watkins.

But he's gone now.

Yes.

Well, we used to sit on the other side of the isle from

you, a couple of rows back.

My husband had this big, booming voice.

I remember a policeman.

Yes.

Handsome man.

Yes.

I don't remember you, though.

I'd give up if I were you.

Aunt Audrey?

Ms. Mckinley's arrived.

This is my aunt, Audrey Pargeter.

How lovely to meet you at last.

This is Rosemary Boxer.

Hello, I'm Petra.

Oh, hello.

And this is--

I'm so sorry, I'm terrible with names.

Laura Thyme.

Laura Thyme, of course.

What a lovely name.

Ms. Mckinley is here to write a biography on Edwin Pargeter.

Well, not quite a full biography.

It's going to be part of a book called the seed

collectors.

I never met him, you know.

Edwin Pargeter?

No, he was dead before I was born.

Oh, I know.

But as his granddaughter, you're my last real link.

My mother couldn't stand him.

Called him a pompous old hypocrite.

She was artistic, of course.

Ah.

It's as if I didn't exist.

Well, you were a mere appendage to a handsome

policeman with a booming voice.

But even Caroline Pargeter.

I was only introduced to her a couple of hours ago.

What do I get?

Oh, this is uh--

I'll start calling myself "uh," save people the trouble.

He always wanted me to be something I wasn't...

They're like that, men.

I mean what did he think he was getting when he married me?

Well, whatever it was, he was damn lucky to get you.

Too right.

Atta girl.

I remember--

I had a boyfriend once.

Just some sort of fashion plate floozy?

What?

I said what did he think was getting when he

married me, some sort of fla--

fa--

vision fate floozy?

No.

Yes, he did.

I had a--

I mean, when we were first married, yes, he

loved the way I looked.

Or said he did.

Oh, they all say that.

I was last--

but after a couple of years--

I was--

suddenly it starts.

"Why don't you wear dress like

what's-her-name?" - Who?

I don't know, whoever it happened to be at the time.

Then he goes out and he buys me this.

Is there anymore wine in that bottle?

And I only tried it one once.

It's like wearing a haystack.

But--

do you know the weird thing?

He'd fit it.

Interesting people, the Pargeters.

I mean, how did he know?

Did he creep up and measure my head in the

night while I was sleeping?

Yes, they do that.

I knew a man once who--

What?

Oh, I can't remember.

There was definitely something

wrong with that takeaway.

Well, we can clear all the leaves, and then we'll be able

to s-- see what's what.

All right.

We'll start at this end, work towards that.

This hasn't been done for ages--

layer upon layer of rotting leaves.

There's an old boot there.

And a leg.

Oh, dear.

I bet you didn't expect something like this, Petra.

How awful.

I mean, poor man.

And we don't know who he was.

I assume he was a burglar.

He was quite ordinary looking-- dark hair, quite

well dressed.

Can we get on with the plants?

Oh.

Now, this is some sort of, um, Allamanda Cathartica--

Hendersonii, probably.

Oh, how long have you bee writing your book, Petra?

Oh. About a year and a half.

I spent six months in Austin at the University of Texas.

They've got all of Edwin Pargeter's papers.

That must've been fascinating.

Oh. It was.

He left them to the University when he died, and no one had

even looked at them since, as far as I could make out.

What, not in over 90 years?

No.

Strange, isn't it?

Next.

Excuse me.

Are you with the police?

No.

What's going on here?

Oh, they found a body this morning.

Oh yes, I know that.

The policeman said it looked like natural causes, though.

Really?

They told us they wouldn't know until they'd done

a postmortem.

What are they doing in there?

What are you doing?

Oh, we're cataloging the plants?

What for?

Who are you anyway?

I'm Jerry Daniels.

I'm handling the sale of the house for ms. Pargeter.

Jerome Daniels--

Wilson, Craig, and Daniels estate agent.

I have clients who wish to buy this property, but it must

be complete with furniture, nothing removed except

personal effects.

That's nothing to do with us.

We're only here for plants, mate.

Yeah, but this is important.

Can you just leave it until I've spoken to ms. Pargeter?

No, I'm sorry, mr. Daniels.

We have to get the place fit to be seen first.

But my clients don't care.

They have the money in cash to pay the asking price.

That's not the point.

Um, excuse me.

Is it all right to back in the greenhouse yet?

This gentleman had no business telling you otherwise

in the first place.

Oh, come on.

It's a great deal of money, ms. Pargeter--

the full asking price, in cash.

I mean, if you remember, I recommended

a much lower figure.

Which is precisely why I put it in the

hands of another agent.

You didn't tell me that.

Why should I?

Should we leave?

No.

Now what?

Yes?

I'm detective inspector Matthews, this is Detective

Sergeant Curtis.

We'd like a word, ms. Pargeter, if you don't mind.

I thought you'd more or less finished here.

So did we, ms. Pargeter.

So did we.

But when the police surgeon came to examine the body more

closely, he found a small puncture wound in the back.

And it seems that this may have been the cause of death.

Puncture wound?

Yes.

And he suspects that whatever made the wound had been dipped

in poison--

curare, to be precise.

What was it he said exactly, Sergeant Curtis?

Curare or one of its related alkaloids, sir.

That's it-- one of its related alkaloids.

Now, he's not a toxicologist, mind, but there's something

else a bit peculiar.

You see, we've managed to identify the body now.

He was a Chilean gentleman.

Only been in this country since Friday.

But the funny thing is--

and this may be just a coincidence-- but the funny

thing is his name is Pargeter.

Jose Antonio Pargeter.

Pargeter?

How can it--

Oh, this is a madhouse this afternoon.

Yes?

You're Caroline Pargeter, I bet.

Jerome told me a very beautiful

woman owned the house.

Well, I don't actually own--

these are for you.

Because we know we're being a darn nuisance.

I'm Sophie Minelli.

I just loved this house from the moment I saw it.

And whatever Sophie wants, Sophie gets.

I'm her husband, Fred.

Well, you'd better come in.

Oh, look, Frank.

Oh, isn't this just perfection?

What'd I tell you?

And the boys'll just love it.

I'm going to be teaching at london University, just a walk

across the bridge--

the center for medieval studies--

and we hope to get the boys into st. Paul's next year.

Oh, hi Jerome.

I thought I recognized the voice.

It's wonderful, Jerry.

Simply wonderful.

Well, let's hope we can sway ms. Pargeter to sell it to us.

Oh, I'm sure she will.

She is just as charming as you said.

Thank you for the drinks, Petra.

What do we know about the mysterious intruder?

Well, we know his name--

Jose Antonio Pargeter.

So, do the Pargeters have relations in Chile, or is that

just a coincidence?

Oh, come on.

If the name had been Smith, there's just a million to one

chance it might be a coincidence, but Pargeter--

So you haven't heard of any Pargeters

living in South America?

I know old Edwin spent a lot of time in Chile.

In fact, he died there, but if I'd known there were Pargeters

still living there, I'd have been down there like a shot.

He's probably got another whole family.

Typical.

You'd think that Caroline would know if she had

relations in Chile.

And Audrey, but the both say they didn't.

And curare--

apart from anything else, where would anyone get it?

Oh, it's used in surgery.

It's a muscle relaxant.

They're used in operations to control a patient's breathing.

And I suppose that's a synthetic version, but it's--

it's available.

The original comes from a plant, doesn't it?

Ah, yes.

The native Americans use it on the tip of their arrows when

they're hunting.

We're looking for someone medical who's

been to South America.

It's all very intriguing.

What about this?

Oh, skip.

Half the money's missing anyway.

Oh, this is rather sweet.

What's that?

I used to love this dress.

If I just lost a couple of pounds.

Oxfam.

He had no right to bundle everything up like this.

One cushion, slightly tackle, embroidered with flag.

Skip.

Actually, that used to belong to the Pargeters.

Got that at a jumble sale.

Oh, this is nice.

Tasteful.

That's from a jumble sale, too.

Skip.

You were a bit of a devil at the jumble sale, weren't you?

You know who used to insist I went--

support the church and all that.

Most of it ended up in the bin.

You don't think Audrey's playing up the senile old lady

bit, do you?

What?

And leaps out of her wheelchair and murders unknown

relations in the garden?

What was Jose Antonio doing in the garden anyway?

Something to do with selling the house?

I don't see how.

Are we sure it was Audrey's to sell?

And if he's related, maybe Jose Antonio's branch of the

family has some to it.

Families, eh?

See you later.

Bye.

You there.

How much do you know about Edwin Pargeter?

Well, I know he was a leading light back in Edwardian times.

Discovered two new species.

Two?

I knew about Salpiglossis Edwinosis.

Well, there was also Pinus Pargeterensis.

Didn't know that.

Yeah, well, it's rather useless knowledge, I'm afraid,

because they're thought to be extinct.

Logging activity seems to have wiped them out.

Poor old Edwin.

Yes.

Tell you what--

If you were interested in Edwin Pargeter, b, b, &b are

the people to talk to.

B, b, & b?

Yeah.

Back in the days when they were baumann and bosch--

just a medium-sized German chemical manufacturer--

they used to finance some of Pargeter's expeditions.

Do you know anybody there?

You do too.

Really?

One of your former students.

You remember Ken Hodges?

Dimly.

Eh, well, he's something rather grand

at B, B, & B now--

Head of their botanic research Department, I believe.

Shut the door.

You're something in the police, aren't you?

Well-

-I'm in need of protection.

Sorry?

My niece seems to think this house belongs to her, and she

wants to get rid of me before I said it.

I'm sure that--

she's trying to poison me for years.

Well, you know what she's capable of.

You saw what happened to that chap in the garden.

I want you to stay here tonight.

I'm sorry I've kept you waiting.

Ken, how nice to see you again.

Do sit down.

I'd have asked you up to my office, but it takes 24 hours

to get a pass.

We're very security conscious at B, B, & B. What can I do

for you, ms. Boxer?

You can start by calling me Rosemary.

Oh, very well.

Fine.

Good.

It's about Edwin Pargeter.

I'm sorry?

Edwin Pargeter, the botanist--

famous botanist, died in 1914.

Oh, yes.

I don't know a great deal about him, I'm afraid.

Yeah, well, B, B, & B used to finance his expeditions.

Did we?

No.

Well, it was before the first world war.

Um, I mean, before B, B, & B were--

well, our records don't go back that far.

But--

Do you know those people?

Who?

Uh, Minelli--

Minelli.

Sophie Minelli.

Now, I--

I'm sure it was them.

They were dressed differently, but, uh--

I'm sorry.

Are you sure it was them?

Absolutely certain.

Ok.

Now, let's just suppose that there's something in the house

that B, B, & B want desperately, but they don't

want anyone else to know they want it.

So they send the Minellis to buy the whole thing?

Yes, well, you remember how desperate they were.

And that estate agent, chap-- he said that they-- they

didn't want anything removed?

Yeah, but why?

I mean, it's all very nice, I suppose, but

it's falling down.

I wouldn't give you tuppence for it, personally.

So the obvious thing is the seed collection.

Now, it's very big, and there could be something very valuable I -

- well, if it's just a small jar of seeds--

I mean, they could have taken it already when they were

looking around.

While the state agent wasn't looking--

unless they want all of them.

Do you think Jose Antonio could have been

after the same thing?

Oh my god.

I don't know.

I hope you don't mind spaghetti.

Love it.

Aunt Audrey only eats three things nowadays--

roast lamb, tripe, and spaghetti bolognese.

My culinary skills have dwindled to almost nothing.

Looks good.

Quite glad we didn't hit on the tripe night, though.

My grandfather had a younger brother, you know.

I didn't know that, did I?

George Pargeter.

He sometimes went with Edwin on his expeditions.

I have never heard that before.

Caroline has no interest in the family.

Too busy racketing about.

After Edwin died in-- oh--

1914, George stayed on in Chile,

bought a farm, got married.

So Jose Antonio could have been one of his descendants.

Poor fellow.

Well, that might explain who he was.

To doesn't explain what the hell he was doing.

I don't know if aunt Audrey Pargeter's mind is just

wandering or what.

No.

I mean, I don't think Caroline's trying to

kill her, do you?

No.

Still, if she feels safer with us here.

What about this, um, Petra what's-her-name?

Mckinley.

Yeah.

We don't know a lot about her, do we?

She's in a position to know all sorts of things that we

don't know about the Pargeter family.

Oh she's not medical.

No.

And she hasn't been to South America.

No.

Oh, sorry I was just going through everyone in my mind.

Rosemary.

Rosemary, are you awake?

Rosemary.

Wake up, Rosemary.

Rosemary!

What?

Are you awake?

I don't know.

I just found the answer to the whole thing.

The Minelli woman.

Sophie!

What the hell was she doing at the house anyway, in the

middle of night?

How should I know?

You brought her into the deal.

I always thought she was all right.

Look, I just want to get my money and get out of here.

Money?

For what?

You get those seeds.

I don't care how you do it.

You just get those seeds.

Then you'll get your money.

I'm going to finish at my blasted house today.

I've had enough.

You sure?

I'm going to go back, and I'm going to collect that little

box of things, and then that is it.

What was it you were going to tell me when you woke me up

last night?

Oh, I forgot what with all this is going on.

I've been reading Edwin Pargeter's diaries.

Where on earth did you get those?

I saw them in ms. Pargeter's room, and I asked if I could

have a look at them.

Apparently, they were brought back with the rest of his

belongings when he died.

In 1914.

Yes.

I'll show you.

Come on.

Well, what about the coffee?

Come on.

So that was the end.

No.

They never came back to England, as far as I know.

I suppose the first world war got in the way.

I want to ask about your movements last night.

What, me?

Both of you.

And, listen to this.

This is the 17th of June, 1914.

"Of course the cinchona tree does not grow in these

latitudes, so instead of quinine, the indians use a

decoction of the seeds of my new tree in the treatment of

malaria, which unfortunately flourishes here.

It seems highly efficacious.

I would dearly like to send some of the seeds home, but

the situation in Europe being what it is, I do not wish to

draw it to the attention of my German masters."

That's it.

He discovered a cure for malaria.

And malaria is becoming resistant to quinine.

I read it somewhere about a year ago.

That's right.

So when he says "my new tree," it's the one he discovered--

Pinus Pargeterensis.

All right, ms. Pargeter, what the hell is going on here?

I don't know, Inspector.

I wish I did know.

And these clients of yours, mr. Daniels--

Mr. and Mrs. Minelli--

one of them's died in suspicious circumstances, and

the other's disappeared off the face of the earth.

You didn't think it strange they didn't

give you any address?

I have mr. Minelli's telephone number.

A mobile, which is now permanently switched off.

But if he didn't send the seeds home--

well, maybe he eventually did, or maybe they came back

with the rest of his belongings after he died.

I suppose that's possible.

These seeds would be worth a fortune, wouldn't they?

Especially if the tree had become extinct.

Millions and millions.

So hang on.

Someone hears about this tree, and the fact that the seeds

might be in the house, and they try to get them.

First, Jose Antonio tries.

But that-- that's what I was saying yesterday.

B, b, & b sent the Minellis.

But then, who's killing these people?

Well, obviously some third party also wants to get hold

of the seeds.

But the point is, they haven't got them yet.

The seeds must still be in the house.

Found something, Sarge.

Sir.

Possible cause of death.

What's this?

It's an air gun dart, apparently, sir.

It could have been used with either a rifle or a pistol.

You see, I thought the Minellis might have nicked it.

But they couldn't have done, or Sophie Minelli wouldn't

have been trying to climb up here into the

seed room last night.

Ok.

Now you start over there by the window on that wall.

Now, I'd do one shelf at a time if I were you, otherwise

we'll get confused.

Oh, thank you.

Teaching your grandmother...

Sorry.

All right, I'll start on this side.

Well, what exactly are we looking for?

Well, if we're lucky, we're looking for something labeled

"Pinus Pargeterensis." On the other hand, to be safe,

anything labeled "pinus."

Well, what if the label's fallen off like this one?

You know what conifer seeds look like.

No.

Yes, you must have seen the inside of a fir cone--

the seeds.

They're round and papery, something like this.

Oh, what?

My father didn't approve of conifers.

Hey, that's not them, I suppose?

Yeah, that's a Larix japonica, Japanese larch.

Right.

Oh, here's one.

They're conifer seeds, all right.

But are they the right seeds?

How should I know?

Well, you're the expert.

Not on seed.

Have you any idea how many species of plants there are?

And all of them with different looking seeds.

No.

Well, neither do I. I mean, it must run into millions.

That's a possible, though.

Well, that's it on my side.

Ok, so what have we got?

One unlabeled and one labeled pinus Glabra.

I'm going to take these out of the house.

Before anyone else gets murdered.

I'm going to take them to my good friend,

Trevor Squires at Kew.

Are you coming?

Um, do you mind of I don't?

I've got to go back to the house and

leave the keys today.

And Nick's going to be there about 5:00.

I really don't want to see him.

Ok.

See you later.

Right.

Ok Curtis, let's get...

Inspector.

What?

Mr. And mrs. Minelli--

I saw them yesterday.

Saw them?

Saw them where?

At B, B, & B, the large pharmaceutical firm--

the head office in Chiswick.

They looked as if they worked there.

And you didn't see fit to mention this?

I'm sorry.

I--

How is it going?

Fine.

Rosemary's gone to Kew with some seeds we found.

I'm going for lunch.

Oh, fine.

I haven't done anything about yours yet, aunt Audrey.

Can you make do with a sandwich?

Caroline.

Well, I'm sorry.

Oh, is that yours?

No.

It's a laptop, isn't it?

I don't know, have a look.

Yes.

I think it might be Petra's.

There's a passport here.

I haven't got my glasses.

Yes, Petra McKinley.

Ah, a much-traveled lady.

The seeds.

He's just over there.

Taxi!

Kew Gardens, please.

So Edwin smuggled his seeds out of Chile in the cushion.

What?

Oh, uh, sorry, nothing.

Uh, hang on there, hang on.

What?

Is Santiago in South America?

What?

Santiago.

Is it in South America?

Of course it is.

It's the capital of Chile.

Ah, no.

Bloody is.

Is this the--

The Chilean flag?

Why should I know?

Petra said she'd never been to South America.

Are you one of these madwomen?

I don't think eight weeks is long enough to set up a whole

exhibition.

Trevor?

Who's there?

Rosemary.

There you are.

Come and see me tomorrow, Tom.

We'll go through the whole winter schedule.

What brings you here?

We've found some things that I think could be Pinus

Pargeterensis.

No.

Absolutely.

This one's labeled pinus Glabra.

Yes, but I think, uh, Edwin Pargeter might have mislabeled

that deliberately.

Well, I don't know.

This one hasn't got any label at all.

Tell you what.

These have got to go down to Wakehurst.

They're the experts.

All right.

No.

Petra.

What are you doing here?

I want those.

Who is she?

Just hand them over.

Petra, don't.

Shut up!

Come on, I haven't got time for this.

Don't think I won't use this.

You're not getting them.

Well, that's scarcely going to kill me, is it?

Oh no, Trevor, careful.

It's been dipped in curare.

Oh my god.

You killed Jose Antonio.

Another bloody fall.

He cottoned on to what I was asking questions about in

Chile and followed me.

Rosemary, catch.

Stupid fuck!

Excuse me, is Rosemary Boxer here?

Yes.

She's up there.

The other woman's got a gun.

Call the police!

I have done.

Here, take this.

Guard it with your life.

Give me the seeds.

Go to hell!

Rosemary!

Have you got the seeds?

Of course I have.

But not for long.

Give them to her.

Put them on the floor and back away.

Give them to her.

You're not going to get away with this, you know.

Oh, shut up!

Don't try anything.

I've got a plane to catch.

I'll have those.

You're not very clever, are you?

People in Texas got suspicious when you suddenly left the

University and dashed off to Chile.

Everybody knew what you'd been researching.

Now give them to me.

Stay exactly where you are.

Put your guns on the ground and your hands in the air.

What a pretty little thing you were.

And such a delightful family-- your very handsome husband.

And little Matthew-- such a clever child.

Where is he now, Laura?

He's a policeman too, as a matter of fact.

There, you see.

Seems to remember your name now.

Ladies and gentleman, mrs. Laura Thyme has generously

decided to present these uniquely rare seeds, which

offer so much to medicine, to the departmento de

silvicultura in Santiago.

The Royal botanic Gardens at Kew are honored to welcome

here today his excellency, the Chilean ambassador, who will

presents mrs. Thyme with an illuminated testimonial.

Thank you.

It's--

it's beautiful.

Ah, just a very few words.

It's the best sixpence I've ever spent as a jumble sale.

Hello.

Let's hope this one's not as much trouble as the

one round the corner.

Me too.

Eh, you didn't see a-- a cardboard box

around here, did you?

Afraid not.

Oh, well.

That's it.

Someone's nicked it.

Oh, what a shame, Laura.

Those few precious things you wanted to keep.

Oh, who needs them?

I know who I am.

If anyone doesn't, I'll waive my certificate at them.

Come on.

I must say, it's very generous of you to hand over

the commercial rights to Chile.

Who wants to be a millionaire?

You want me to sing, don't you?

I'd rather you didn't.

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