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Oy.

I just planted those.

Exactly.

What do you mean exactly?

Well, these objects have invaded her territory.

She must investigate immediately.

And dig them up?

Well, that depends.

Her name is Holly.

And I am Pavel Volkar.

I'm Laura Thyme.

But I would really rather that Holly didn't dig

up my purple petunias.

But it is for her an imperative you see.

A person has suddenly put these objects in her ground.

Perhaps, they are concealing a bone.

Well, be that as it may, mr. Um--

Volkar.

I would still rather that your dog didn't dig up the things

I've just planted.

Laura.

Come on, Holly.

There's a good girl.

How many curry plants did we plant yesterday?

Uh, eight.

This is mr. Vol--

Volkar.

Volkar.

Please, I will give you my card so

that you do not forget.

Mr. Volkar's dog is intent on digging up our plants.

Isn't she sweet.

She's only got three legs.

Yes, alas this is true.

She was involved in an accident some years ago.

Oh, poor little thing.

Do you mind if I take your photograph?

Oh no, no, no, please.

But I wanted one with you and the little dog.

You like dogs?

Um no, I actually I--

I like hate them.

This is for my degree exhibition.

Mornings in Regent's park.

I'm studying photography at the center of London.

When's the exhibition?

Um, it's at the end of the summer term.

But my idea about it keeps changing.

At the start, I wanted to be, you know, kind a like casual.

People caught off guard, doing odd things.

But I know, you know, there's something really like

Victorian about Regent's park.

We're trying to make it even more Victorian.

Yes, we're recreating William Nesfield's original 1860s

planting, very formal, very italianate.

And we really must get on.

Yes, sorry.

That's ok.

- Good luck with the exhibition. - Thank you.

Right.

So we can stuck all these along here.

What was that you were saying about curry plants?

Somebody's pinching them.

What?

There are only six left.

The bloody nerve.

Can we help you?

I was just admiring your planting.

Oh yes.

I run here every morning.

Ah, with a rucksack?

I like to make things difficult for myself.

Well, back to the grind.

You're, uh, interested in plants then?

You could say that.

Good morning.

I'd like to have a look in that rucksack.

I mean that's not normal, is it?

Running with a rucksack.

Oh, I don't know.

Look at this.

Only six of the Helichrysum Italicum.

Bloody nerve.

You wouldn't expect it in a Royal park, would you?

Georgie.

George.

They've taken them symmetrically,

hoping we won't notice.

Excuse me.

You haven't seen a little boy, have you?

He has fair hair and a pale blue t-shirt.

Uh, afraid not.

He just ran off.

He's always running off.

We'll keep an eye open for him.

There he is.

George!

Come on.

I want a cup of tea.

Georgie.

Hey, clear off.

Clear off.

Go on.

Leave a man alone.

I'll smash your bloody camera.

Come along, George.

Let's go and look at the fountain.

Don't you want your picture in my exhibition, Ollie?

No, I do not.

Now, I said go away.

Apart from all the extra work, it's

expensive replacing them.

Is it all right if we sit here?

Thanks.

We're going to have to report this.

I'm not doing any harm.

I've just sat here.

What harm am I doing to you?

Oh no.

No.

We didn't mean you.

Who are you talking about then?

Nobody.

Well, somebody's stealing our plants.

We're doing the replanting here, and somebody's stealing

our plants.

Oh, they do that round here.

Look at the houses.

How do you think they got where they are today?

Well, I don't--

And tight.

They would not part with a 10 pence piece, most of them.

That's how they do it.

What's your name?

My name, Rosemary.

Oh, very nice.

Thank you.

This is Laura.

And what's yours?

Mine.

Hibby, if you must know.

Hibby.

Do you want a fig?

Hello, mum.

Hello, Rosemary.

Hello, Helena.

Oh, mum, we talked about this.

We got enough eggshell.

I said I didn't want the house decorated.

No, you didn't.

Oh Helena, it's the least we can to pay for

our board and lodging.

It isn't a hotel.

I don't need paying.

Anyway, you didn't say you didn't want

the room decorating.

What you said was we'll see.

Yeah, that was a polite way of ending the conversation.

Helena, I'm just going out.

Hello.

Hi.

This is Sherry Patterson.

She's been away for a few days, which is why

you haven't met.

No, we have.

We met in the park.

I'm Helena's mother.

I'm Rosemary.

Will you be back to eat?

Um, no, shouldn't think so.

But hey, I guess I'll, uh, I'll catch you later.

What a coincidence.

No, not really.

She stayed on at college after I left.

Rents the room on the top floor.

As a matter of fact, I suggested her park project.

Thought it would do her good to get out in the open air.

How's it going over in the park?

Oh fine.

Except someone's stealing our plants.

Well, that's not good.

But we have a suspect.

Trust you, mom.

George.

Georgie.

Your little pal's talking to you.

The gardener's friend.

Oh, do put a sock in it, Holly.

Laura, get her lead.

I don't want her.

She has no respect for our work.

Really.

Come here.

Holly.

Where's mr. Volkar?

Well, she wants to show me something.

Oh, have a nice walk.

Oh my god.

He's dead.

I told you that dog was trouble.

It's a bloody disgrace, if you'll pardon my French, what

this park's turning into.

You've had plants go missing I heard.

Well, that hardly compares with cold blooded murder.

.... one thing leads to another.

It's like Dodge city round here sometimes.

Well, uh, can't sit around here all day.

I'll keep my eyes open for you.

Mrs. Thyme.

Yes.

DS Daniels would like a word.

Thank you.

That mr. Volkar.

He brought it on himself, didn't he?

How did he bring it on himself?

That yapping little tripod of his.

She's a lovely little dog.

What goes around, comes around.

I saw you talking to that fella.

You know that gardening fella on that bloody mower.

Yes.

You know what his name is?

No.

Becker.

That sound like a German sort of name to you?

No, I don't see--

Well, what is it with those strange goggle things?

Well, because of the--

He wants to see you now?

Oh, ok.

Here you go.

Here we are.

Well, thank you.

Did mr. Volkar seem anxious at all, frightened?

No.

He just seemed a very nice man.

He was very charming.

Someone didn't think so.

Did you see anyone behaving unusually this morning?

I'm wondering, you see, if one of his patients.

Him being a psychiatrist.

Oh, I didn't know that.

We're also wondering why no one heard the shot.

Yeah, I see what you mean.

142, 144.

It's just a bit further.

Ollie and I were having a chat earlier.

Ollie?

Yes, you know, the old down and out.

Oh, he caught you too, did he.

He's not so bad, poor old thing.

Yeah, he used to be in the property business apparently.

Had a house in St. John's wood, Maserati.

Ruined by love he said.

Ruined by meth's more likely.

Oh, here we are.

Right, Pavel Volkar.

Poor mr. Volkar.

You're not safe on the streets nowadays, are you?

No.

Well, we've brought the dog back.

Mr. Allbright's gone for the day now.

Who's mr. Allbright?

The hip man.

The hit man.

Hip.

What's mr. Allbright got to do with it?

Well, it's his dog.

Oh, not mr. Volkar's.

Oh no, mr. Volkar just walked Holly for mr. Allbright.

That's the sort of man he was.

Now he's got policemen up in his room.

They're up there now?

Yes.

He'd have hated this, mr. Volkar.

He's a very secretive man.

Secretive.

Well, discrete I suppose about his patients.

It's a tragedy.

That's what it is.

After the life's he's had too.

Apparently, he came over with his mother and sister after

that uprising or whatever it was in Hungary.

His father had been shot.

His sister died of leukemia when he was about 10.

Or was that his wife?

Could we leave Holly with you?

Oh no, dear.

I haven't got the accommodation.

Oh, you couldn't look after her, could you?

Mr. Allbright will be back on Thursday.

I'm wondering if there's something

political going on here.

Political refugee, father shot.

Well, that would have to be 50 years ago.

He'd have been a baby.

Yeah.

You know what they're like out there.

Well, what are we going to do with little Holly that's what

I want to know.

Hello.

We're in the kitchen.

Hiya, mum.

Hi, Rosemary.

Been having a bit of excitement in the park I hear.

Oh yes, it was awful.

Really awful.

Um, what are you doing with that dog?

She's mr. Volkar's.

I know it's a nuisance, but we'll have to keep her

here for a day or two.

Volkar.

Well, who's mr. Volkar?

He's the man who was shot.

In broad daylight.

Look, Helena.

I'm really sorry, but I can't stay in here.

I'm terribly allergic to dogs.

I can feel my throat starting to swell.

I'm just going to take an antihistamine.

Oh dear.

Sorry, Helena.

Holly's an expert on the planting in Regent's park.

We discovered there was only one original of Nesfield's

drawings, and that was in the public records office.

That wasn't very detailed.

Some of the plants weren't named.

You don't have to do this you know.

Well, I can't just sit here and watch you two work.

Not like Holly.

She's the foreman.

Well, you didn't even want us to do it.

Well, it's not that I don't want it done.

It's just six months time I'll just hand it

on to somebody else.

I will not have my daughter living in squalor.

Does Sherry have parents who don't want

her living in squalor?

No.

No, it's sort of tragic really.

Her parents are both dead.

Her father only died about a year ago.

She's been really down ever since.

She seems like a nice girl.

Oh, she is.

I'm really getting fed up with this.

I think we should call the police.

Oh, they ain't going to be interested

just in a few flowers.

They've got a murder on their hands.

Two of those lovely Salvia Superba have gone.

And all the Zinnia.

Oh, why can't you be a bloodhound, eh?

Ah well, let's go and have some lunch.

No, I'm too upset.

I've got you some scotch eggs.

You haven't.

Cornish pasties.

All right.

You've forced my hand.

I'll be upset after lunch.

Look.

What?

Ollie's bag.

You could get a couple of curry plants in that.

Go have a look.

Get out of here.

We don't even know where he is.

Oh, go on.

I'll keep Cavey.

No.

You look if you want.

Here.

Oh, hello, Ollie.

What are you doing in my bag?

I--

I was just sitting down and having lunch.

Weren't we, Laura?

Lunch.

Very likely.

We've got um--

cornish pasties.

People getting murdered.

Plants going missing.

It's that black woman you want to go after if I were you.

The nanny?

Nanny, oh sure.

I had a nanny once.

You did?

Three children.

All growed up now, I suppose.

I didn't know I was well off, did I?

Wife, children, house.

Then she came along.

Have another scotch egg.

Now, you're talking.

So who was she?

Most beautiful creature you'd ever see.

Elegant.

Like a gazelle I used to say.

Little gazelle.

So what happened?

Ah, we couldn't help ourselves.

Could we?

It was a terrible thing I did, but--

left the wife.

Left the kids.

She left her husband.

She had the most beautiful name, Hibiscus de la Wall.

That is unusual.

Got a little flat in Chelsea.

It's like--

I mean, well, it couldn't last of course.

She felt guilty.

I felt guilty.

Ended up so we're fighting over who was most guilty.

So what did you do?

She went back to her husband.

Did you go back to your wife?

She wouldn't have me.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Don't blame her.

She married some heating ventilation expert.

Went to live in Dubai.

What about Hibiscus?

Did you see her again?

No.

Not hide nor hair.

20 Years ago this was.

I can still see her though, walking up the King's road.

She was crying I think.

I know I was.

I saw this, and I just knew.

What is it?

It's a light.

Look.

You can bend it into any shape you want.

Mum.

It's horrible.

What do you mean it's horrible?

I got it in that new shop in Camden town, the one with the

silver front.

You are so ungrateful.

I'm not ungrateful, mum.

It's just that--

You always have to have everything your way.

Families, eh, Holly.

During school, you had to have

everything just the way you want.

Come on.

Let's face the maelstrom.

Rosemary.

Come here.

Tell her.

It's nice, isn't it?

Oh, it's lovely.

It's all right.

You can come in now.

I think they've stopped arguing.

I say.

She's getting sensitive now, is she.

She's just had her best friend, mr. Volkar, murdered.

I've just had a thought.

Oh, not you too.

About Sherry and her photographs.

Is she in tonight?

I think she's in now.

Sherry.

Hello.

It's Rosemary.

Come in.

Hi.

Wow.

Oh wow.

I was wondering, uh, you know the photographs you're taking

for your exhibition in the park, have you

any prints of them?

Sure.

Because I was thinking that you might have by accident

taken a picture of whoever is stealing our plants.

There's Ollie, ruined by love.

Oh, is that what he calls it?

And there's the man with the suspicious rucksack.

Here's young George.

And what about plants in his...

Oh, it's silly.

Why didn't she photograph anything suspicious?

They're very good photographs.

She's really talented.

She's had a lot of problems too.

You know her father committed suicide.

Yeah, his wife died in a terrible car crash

about five years ago.

And the car crash was how he found out she'd

been having an affair.

It was her lover's car she was in.

Sherry's father just never got over it.

But Sherry only found out about it after her father

killed himself.

Oh god, that's awful.

That's the nanny.

What is she doing?

What's that she's got in her hand?

It's a spoon.

What's she doing on her knees in the middle of Regent's park

with a spoon?

Well, feeding the child I presume.

Well, where's the child?

Anyway, it's a bloody great table spoon.

She's been digging.

Oh hello.

We brought Holly back again.

Oh yes, of course, you're in luck this morning.

Mr. Allbright's in.

Oh, you've got Holly.

Bring her in.

Mr. Allbright's with a patient at the moment.

Oh, that's all right.

We'll wait.

Come back, and let me have a look at you in three months.

And keep up with the exercises.

Mr. Allbright, these ladies have brought back Holly.

Oh, I see.

How kind of you.

Come inside for a minute.

Come on, Holly.

Good girl.

Poor Pavel, after all he'd been through in life.

Did you know him well?

No.

Not really.

Can't think who would want to kill him.

He didn't have any enemies.

Don't know that he had any friends even.

He was the most solitary man I've ever met.

Bye, darling.

Um, he had no family?

No.

His wife died about 10 years ago.

They didn't have any children.

Why did mr. Volkar walk your dog for you?

I'm usually operating in the mornings, so he

very kindly volunteered.

I'm back early today, because I had a cancellation.

You don't think it's possible that one of his patients might

have--

murdered him?

No.

I don't think he ever dealt with any real psychotics.

Good morning.

Oh hi.

Having trouble?

No, the usual.

The fuel line gets blocked about three times a day.

You caught your plant pincher yet?

No.

But we've got some ideas.

Oh good.

Now, they're quality plants you're using.

That's the attraction.

Oh, you interested in plants?

Me.

No, no.

My partner deals with all that.

Now, her idea of a good time is to curl up

with a new seed catalog.

See you later.

It's difficult because there's no reference point.

It's not as if there's an urn in the picture or a fountain.

Hello again.

Good morning.

How's the planting going?

Pretty good.

We're putting in some coreopsis today.

Tinctoria?

No.

Too tall.

Too straggly.

Verticillatum.

Oh, Tinctoria has nicer colors though.

You seem to know a lot about it.

A bit.

Jarvis Edwards.

I teach plant evolution at the university.

No.

You wrote "The Evolution of flowers."

That's right.

Have you read it?

Read it.

I use it all the time as reference.

Glad to have been of service.

Well, onwards and upwards.

It's that child.

But where is his nanny got to?

Uh, she must be over there somewhere.

Come on.

Time for a confrontation.

Good morning.

Oh, good morning.

We'd like to ask you some questions.

Questions?

Gardeners don't ask questions.

What were you doing with this spoon?

Oh god.

Oh god.

What's your name?

My name is Grace Oluwu.

I cast myself at your mercy.

Well, we just want you to stop doing it.

Ok.

Me also.

I wanted to stop.

Me also.

I have done nothing wrong.

He has made me do it.

Who?

Him.

He says he will tell immigration about me.

Who are we talking about?

Why is he blackmailing you?

I don't know.

He only telephones.

Why does he want you to steal our plants?

Plants?

Yeah.

What does he want with our plants?

I not steal plants.

George.

George.

Hang on.

Hang on.

So what does this man who just telephones make you do then?

Jewelry.

He tells me I must steal jewelry from

my mistress's box.

She's very rich, very famous.

Famous?

Who is she?

An opera singer, Daniella Williams.

One piece at a time, he tells me I must steal.

Oh, I'm driven mad.

Go on.

He's so cruel, so cold.

He says he will tell immigration about me if I-- if

I go to someone.

If I go to my mistress, he will tell also.

Beautiful jewels she has.

And he makes you give them to him.

I show you.

Is that real?

Oh, yes.

And you have to give that to him?

Oh, no.

I have to bury it before I take George on his lunch.

So Grace leaves the park at 12:45, having buried the

jewelry.

He comes in after her and digs it up again.

So obviously, she doesn't see him.

Nice work.

Only today, we'll be watching.

You got a light.

Either of you?

Hello, Hibby.

No.

Sorry. We don't smoke.

I don't neither. Not normally.

Someone left these on the bench though.

Waste not, want not.

That's what I say.

I wonder if he knows this opera

singer Daniella what's-it. I don't know.

It's like he knows all about Grace though.

Right.

It's gone 12:45.

Let's find out.

If we just stay out of sight and wait.

Wait.

What?

It can't be.

What do you--

Hibby, is your real name Hibiscus?

It might be.

Come this way.

Yes, if you want to.

Anyone coming yet?

Our little three-legged doggie friend with mr. Allbright.

You know it's possible that the chap we're waiting for

who's blackmailing Grace Oluwu also killed mr. Volkar.

How do you work that out?

Because if mr. Volkar saw him digging up some jewelry and

threatened to expose him--

Not very likely.

Hang on.

There's someone else.

Professor Edwards.

I think you better give that to me.

So George, the little boy, is yours.

He doesn't know me.

Daniella left me while she was still pregnant.

You don't have access?

Daniella had her lawyers fighting a rear

guard action against that right from the start.

That's the main reason I come here.

At least, I can see him.

I didn't mean any harm to the nanny.

I'd never really have turned her in.

You know she's terrified.

I'm sorry.

So how much jewelry did you make her steal?

Quite a lot.

And how much did you get for it?

Get for it?

I haven't sold it.

I wouldn't do that.

Well, then--

it wasn't just to hurt Daniella.

I wanted to possess a bit of her.

You still love her.

Oh, don't.

Well, do you think she still loves you?

No.

Not the way I've behaved. Not a chance.

What's going on?

What?

What happened?

We heard a shot and came to investigate.

Mr. Albright.

I can't believe it.

Two murders in two days.

You know what I can't believe.

I can't believe you let Jarvis Edwards go.

Can't leave you for a minute.

I didn't let him go.

What did you do?

I told him to go to Bond street and

buy a pair of earrings.

You did what?

Yes.

And then tell her that he borrowed the broach to match

the earrings.

Then tell her that he loved her and he couldn't do without

her and await development.

You're mad.

You think so?

In affairs of the heart, trust madame Rosemarie.

Hello, Ollie.

What?

We've got someone we want you to meet.

I'm not all that into meeting people.

Oh, you will be this one.

Hibiscus?

Oliver?

Do you want a fig?

Hey.

Come back.

Get it off my leg!

Is it broken?

- No. - Good.

Then you can stay there until the police arrive.

Blood thief.

Well, that's one mystery solved.

Shall I open another bottle?

I don't see why not.

We don't want it to go off.

Do we?

I've got it.

What?

Something's been nagging at me.

Something connecting miss Oluwu with Allbright and

Volkar.

But she's not a murderer.

No.

No.

No, that's not it.

It's the fact that she didn't know what her blackmailer

looked like.

Now, I don't think the murderer knew what his victim

looked liked either.

The old girl's finally cracked.

No, listen.

The dog is the key to everything.

Oh lovely, thank you.

Suppose the murderer is after Allbright.

Now, he knows his name, and he knows the

house where he works.

And he knows that he's got a dog, but he doesn't know what

he looks like.

So when mr. Volkar comes out of the house where Allbright

works with Allbright's dog, he naturally

assumes it's Allbright.

Especially if he knows that mr. Allbright's dog only has

three legs.

Right.

So he kills mr. Volkar.

Then he finds out that he killed the wrong man, and he

has to do it all over again.

What are you doing with those?

Well, we have been looking to see if Sherry photographed

whoever was pinching our plants.

But what if she photographed the murderer?

Just as unlikely, I'd say.

Look.

It's Jarvis Edwards.

And look who he's with.

That's Daniella Williams.

Madam Rosemarie was right.

You know, I think you were right too.

I'm wasting my time.

The murderer couldn't been in these photographs.

Good morning.

I was here, um, the other day with my friend.

Holly.

Hello, Holly.

Holly, Holly, Holly.

What's she doing here?

Well, the police brought her back.

Poor mr. Allbright.

Did you hear he, uh--

Yes, my friend Laura found the body.

No.

How awful.

I have, uh, a couple of questions I'd like to ask you.

Me?

Yes.

First.

How did Holly lose her leg?

Oh well, in a motor accident.

Right.

And how long ago was that?

Ah, it must be--

well, it was just after my nephew's 18th birthday, so

five years ago.

Right.

What a lovely surprise.

We brought your photographs back.

Thanks.

You needn't have bothered.

Were they useful?

In a way, yes, they were.

Good, poor man.

What poor man, Sherry?

Well, the one that was murdered um, mr. um,

Allbright was it?

You didn't know him?

Know him?

Of course not.

That's not going to protect you, Sherry.

Quite the opposite in fact.

The reason poor mr. Volkar was killed was because his

murderer didn't know him.

What do you mean?

Revenge is an insidious thing, Sherry.

Is it?

I suppose it is.

I wouldn't know.

It eats away at you until it takes over your life.

Look, I'm really busy.

Um.

No, you're not, Sherry.

Not anymore.

You have been busy for the last year since your father

killed himself.

I actually think you should leave.

Since you found out the truth about your mother's car crash.

The driver was Clement Allbright, a distinguished

orthopedic surgeon.

He wasn't badly hurt.

His dog, Holly, was with him, and that's how

she lost her leg.

But his lover was in the car too, and she was killed.

That was your mother.

My father was a wonderful man.

And Clement Allbright drove him to suicide.

No, you don't.

That's it.

It's over.

You're right.

He destroyed my family. He destroyed me.

No.

Now you just stay out of it.

Do you think I'm going to break down and sob, because

that bastard's dead?

He deserved to die.

And I just made sure he did.

No, let her go.

She's got a gun.

Now the police will be ready for that.

Poor Sherry.

I thought she was just grieving for her father.

Well, that and lost illusions I suppose.

Well, god.

Oh look, are you absolutely sure you want to keep Holly?

Because if you don't, we--

She's such a lovely little dog.

I'll give her a good home, honest.

Oh, just a minute.

You haven't seen my new lights.

Prepare to be dazzled.

Oh no.

What a nice girl Helena is.

Well, she was brung up proper.

Doesn't it look beautiful?

I think we did all right.

At least, I don't think old William Nesfield will be doing

twist in the family vault.

There's Ollie.

Where's Hibby?

She's really let herself go, you know.

Madam Rosemary strikes again.

Oh, those are working well.

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