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Slowly, Flowers!

Slowly, Flowers!

Lovely, Chinese!

Here's how we can take it!

Lovely, right, M.O.

Lovely, M.O.

There you will be your first free farm in Sallowee, O.L.A.

Thank you, Mr. F

Thank you

Thank you, Mr. F

Mr. Wilson

You will be your first free farm in Sallowee, O.L.A.

Mr. M.O.A.

What you?

What you?

Mr. Wilson

Mr. Wilson

Mr. Wilson

Mr. Wilson

Hi, George.

That's it.

Roger, I'll deal with it tomorrow.

No, Roger.

Good-bye, gentlemen.

Good morning, Bertie.

Good morning, Jim.

Sir?

Good evening, Isabelle.

Paul.

Arthur.

Where are you two going?

We're going to the village concert.

It's such a pleasure to go with someone who appreciate it.

George, we're just snore.

Theatre's.

Well, it seems I have my husband to myself.

Jim, is anyone's great at joining me at the meeting this evening?

What's it for this time?

The castigation and reformation of fallen women.

It's Bertie's idea.

Sounds unmissable.

I do wish we would have always left a me to support Bertie and his causes.

See you both at supper then.

Cole, I'm afraid.

You're not interested in fallen women, then, Roger.

The carriage is just coming round, better.

The

car in the south shallot.

I'm not a demon or even a ghost.

But I thought everyone thought.

I mean, you disappeared so suddenly.

They're no word for months for years.

Did you think I was dead?

I was.

Without you.

Bring me back to life, shallot.

I did not forget my promise.

I've come back for you.

No, Robert.

I've frightened you.

I'm so sorry.

I've been too presumptuous.

Do not bother with media, lady.

I could never deserve your hand.

Oh, I've been with my new love.

Baba, make my bed soon, for I'm weary with hunting and fame, would lie to you.

Oh, I fear your poison, Lord Randall, my son.

I fear you, your poison, my handsome young man.

Oh, yeah.

I am poison.

And so, who can imagine the wretchedness and degradation of these unfortunate?

Selling their bodies the holy vessels of the Lord.

The disgusting whims of letters and fornicators.

Who can imagine the revoltingness of the acts they perform?

The way our sisters descend in a spiral of squalor into eternal damnation, and less.

Oh, my friends, we stoop to lift them to the arms of the Lord.

Not the best delivery I've heard, all performance and no real passion.

Oh, right, a lot.

I thought Lord Randall, particularly fine.

I prefer the more melancholy pieces.

Very exciting, inspiring.

You are very young, Lord.

So young, so impressionable.

Not so young, and soon be old enough to do what I want.

You can have no idea what you want.

I certainly didn't at your age.

Life could be full of disappointments and false hopes.

You can poison you as Lord Randall is poisoned.

Whoa, steady, steady now.

I miss you.

No, not in here, never here.

How was the concert, Isabel?

Mostly a recital of romantic poetry.

Poor like that best.

A nice few both.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Poor like that best.

A nice few both.

And so give generously to bring to our sisters

the one shining heavenly spirit of the Lord.

Thank you for the man who perfectly will.

Follow me.

Yes, ma'am.

Thank you so much, my darling.

Thank you so much for coming.

Such a joy.

Such a joy.

I must talk to you.

Charlotte, are you quite well?

Robert Dangerfield has returned from India.

Robert Dangerfield?

This time he's back in the good news.

Oh, for bad, I can hardly feel his return on occasion.

Charlotte, stop your gossiping and hurry up.

I've arranged to meet him in the park tomorrow.

Charlotte, have you escort me there, bud?

You know the...

Charlotte, will you hurry up?

You should have joined us, Beatrice.

He would have enjoyed it, would I?

Good evening, George.

Jenkins, how long has this bottle been opened?

I see.

Well, open a fresh one, would you?

It's a good job, somebody in this house knows about why.

Even if he does attend to it before his wife.

Oh, forgive me.

My dear wife is a bell.

My clever and promising nephew by marriage, Paul.

My esteemed brother-in-law, Roger.

And my dear sister, Beatrice.

There is everyone satisfied?

Right, Jenkins.

Let's try the wine.

Better. Just.

They're not quite as good as I've been having elsewhere.

No, I dare say less expensive.

Oh, come, come.

Isn't it enough, by way of economy, that we all have to huddle together in one house?

Surely you wouldn't be gudg me an occasion, would you, out?

You should have a company visible to the recital.

Quite right.

Sadly, I've no time for poetry.

I'm sure that Paul was a more suitable companion.

Every time he's become quite a ladies man.

Has he?

Though I'm afraid that winning ways and a knowledge of poetry will not put bread into young Paul's mouth.

Now, plenty of time to decide on a career, when he's a locksmith.

I very much hope that he will eventually come into the firm.

Well, that he won't need to learn hairs and graces of Oxford, will he?

They fail to teach you any.

I'm not coming into the firm.

I'm going to pursue a career in the arts, writing poetry.

Blank verse, sonnets, epitaphs.

Well said.

Paul, I need to think about it very carefully.

We'll discuss it together, but not just now.

I wonder if Paul's stepmother will be invited into the discussion.

In any case, she can tell you what she's been doing.

In any case, she can tell you here and now that Paul will be needed in the firm, so into the firm he will go.

Mother, if nobody else will settle that.

Charlotte?

Yes.

I thought I'd drunk more.

I think I'll have a brandy instead.

Feel the need for something a little stronger.

You've made it quite clear that I'm not to interfere about Paul,

but you cannot let him imagine that he has the freedom to choose his own future.

None of us do.

Don't remind me, Beatrice.

I'm sick of living in this prison as you are.

Roger, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my mother.

There's no danger of that, my love.

What's happening to us, Roger?

We were happy together once.

Now this is more like sharing a grave than a marriage bed.

Stop it, Beatrice.

We have two morbid.

We both knew this marriage is alive only for the world outside.

In this room it's dead.

It doesn't have to be.

And now, my darling, Roger, I must go to bed alone, alas.

There will be no touch on my thigh at dead of night to herald the conjuring of love's mysteries.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Oh, God.

My dear Mr. Brownie, I do think your poetry is so exquisite.

It's a full of life and passion, and people doing it in the bottom of gondolas.

And on the roof of St. Mark's.

I do wish my husband Georgie Porgie would write the poetry instead of making all that dreary money for me to spend.

I wish my husband would get out of this room.

You're as drunk and disgusting as ever.

Look, just look at what you've done to me and my darling.

Rubbish.

You were like this on our wedding night.

Your mother practically pushed you through the door.

Then, and every night, my darling Isabelle.

As if I give her down, I need no urging.

Heal, George.

Whoo!

Into your canal.

Hello, Vanderven.

It's been a long time.

Not long enough.

Sir, sir, Mr. Dangerfist, not now, Duncan.

Excuse me, Mr. Dangerfist, I think the love of the manager.

Mr. Speaker, with you, sir.

A little matter of the, you know, excuse me, sir.

Forgotten account to be settled.

Alling good time, Tomkins, alling good time.

I've just come from my club.

I made a man I hoped I'd never have to set eyes on again.

What about you?

The man who disgraced my family.

My sister was a young woman.

I was a young woman.

I was a young woman.

Who disgraced my family.

My sister was a young, silly girl.

He seduced her and abandoned her.

Along with half the female population of black heath, including Charlotte.

And then he fled to India.

I was young then.

I should have killed him.

I want independence.

If I marry, I will achieve it.

I shall tell Mother straight out.

It's like the actress did when she married Roger.

Yes, but that's because the firms run by Roger and it always will be.

You can't buy shares in that. It's preposterous.

Besides, what on earth leads you to believe you can suddenly trust Dangerfield after all this time?

The gentleman who returned from India are frequently rotten with whiskey.

All worse!

Mr Dangerfield, I must know exactly what your intentions are.

Charlotte, I have known many women, but none with whom I've longed.

Long was such devotion to be united in the sacrament of marriage.

We have a great future, Charlotte, but first women were not alone.

We have a great future, Charlotte, but first we must win it.

And to do that, we must be very close allies.

Oh, God.

The marvel of Priyepus is joy. Priyepus.

Priyepus.

What?

As it scatters the reign of life itself.

I had to break off there because George came in.

You'll no need to break off now, either.

Is it good?

You were writing that as George came in.

He never saw it.

No thanks to the original.

Roger. What is it?

Too careless as a bell. Far too careless.

Do you realize how dangerous this game is?

It's not a game for me.

There's got to stop.

The idea of George looking over your shoulder.

And reading.

For God's sake, we're all living in the same house.

Where are you coming?

You're so demanding, Isabel.

So desperate.

Desperate.

What am I doing?

What on earth do you mean?

We love each other.

Mr. Wilson?

Mr. Wilson.

Mr. Wilson.

Another letter for you, sir.

Mother?

Mother?

I don't wish to be stabbed.

Get your poncier.

Nice, come on poncier.

Lovely pan, madam, look at that one.

This is intolerable.

Are you out of your mind?

Never come here again like this.

What do you make of that?

Make of what?

The box, Bertie. The box.

It's part of the new ranch.

Well, open it.

That's the way to do it.

Life's full of little surprises, Bertie.

Sign this, please, ma'am.

Enough poison to do in a regiment of horse that alone alone full of moles.

Mind you, think about them moles, is you can't just kill what?

You gotta kill them all.

Now, Roger, the firm.

One or two changes are in order.

Maybe we talk about the firm just now, mother-in-law.

Yes. I hear they have been unsuitable visitors.

Yes?

During business hours.

Unsolicited, I assure you.

I hope your day of the fresh shallot.

Of course, ma'am.

Steady on, Paul. What's the occasion?

Celebrating. Decided to go to Oxford.

Bravo, Paul. Freedom at last.

To the city of dreaming spires, lost causes and dead languages.

I've no doubt of you as what so ever.

Mother, what do you know about this?

I fear I care rather less than you, Uncle George, about what step-gram thinks.

I don't believe Oxford to be the best idea.

I'm sorry, stuck, grand.

But I'm tired of being told what is really best for me,

by other people.

Paul, is the policy in this family?

Paul. We'll discuss this, and then.

You know what I want, Father?

Yeah.

And I don't want to talk about it now.

Father, it already wants to go to Oxford in ways...

The family will extend the same heart you welcome to him as it did to his father,

who has managed the firm well for a long time.

You see what you have to live up to, Paul?

Never forget.

The collards are people of consequence in black.

I tell no more of this.

I leave my son alone.

God, I feel sick.

Sir.

What did mother mean by unsuitable visitors?

Women?

One woman.

She can't require about a pension.

I think to titillate and scandalize the dinner table gossip.

I thought I was marrying you, but no.

I'd manage your whole bloody family.

Look at you. You're exhausted.

You're always working. You're half drunk.

There's no one in your feeling ill.

Father?

Father?

What is it?

There's nothing.

It may be indigestion caused by the nervous strain of constant responsibility, worry, and overwork, or a chill.

In either event, the worst should be over by now.

No more wish-canned till I say so.

Bit.

Oh, that's a right brew-hole going up there.

They're all coming over me even last year. They're never.

Shh!

Lee!

Ha, ha, ha.

Lee!

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Lee!

What's this?

Oh, it's one of those letters of Mrs Isabel Charlie, giving me.

What's she saying in there?

I don't know.

Miss, you write hundreds of them, though. Two, three a day sometimes.

And I have to post them all so give me the quality.

I'm just going to give you the police, please, please, please, give it me.

Look, there's going to be all to pay if I don't post them.

And they'll be able to pay if you don't get about your duties gone.

Will you post it for me?

Give him another day, and you will see a steady improvement. I'm sure.

Well, I must be gone. I've been here twice today already.

Now, the draft is described.

A little bit key as well as the error loop. Accompodent to mark.

Jenkins, I'll take that in for you.

No need, madam. Mrs. Collard said no visitors.

She won't mind.

Mrs. Van de Vint-Will.

That's enough, Jenkins. Give me the tray. I'll cheer him up.

I'm sure you will, madam.

Roger, my darling.

I've been so worried.

Is it?

I know I was foolish about the letters,

but it seemed such a small risk to take for such a pleasure.

Do you forgive me?

I don't think you must understand. It's impossible for us to continue.

But why? You love me.

It's not a question of love. It's just that...

Someone else? No. Who are you meeting at the office?

In the office, I see Bertie and George, your husband, remember?

You still love Beatrice, don't you?

Who are your voices, I know?

The mug I have, the strength to meet these hellish friends is the thing must end.

I love you. Do you understand that? I love you.

Two days in bed for a part of indigestion.

What's that? You're drinking.

I wrote mixed in mother-in-law.

It tastes disgusting, man.

Seems to ease my throat, which is just as well.

I have something to say about the business.

In that case, we can do without these two.

Mother, I will not be locked out of my own bedroom.

Roger, he is my husband.

The governor is rather concerned Mr Dangerfield about all those unlucky bets of yours at Goodwood.

The governor is sympathetic to gentleman who ever run a bad luck,

and he don't mind waiting for a week or two, but not for more than a month, Mr Dangerfield.

More than a month is very bad, you see.

Yes, I do see. Tell the governor I'm playing a game of my own for very high stakes.

When I bring it off, the governor will be very glad that he's been so pressured.

You look better.

I feel worse.

Paul, that's talk.

Not my father. Not until you will.

First, a few months abroad, perhaps, and then you must join the firm.

I can't fight the family on my own.

A lot of fun abroad.

Did you have fun when you were young, man?

And even after I came home,

one has to be discreet at home.

There are places, but it was never interfering with work, so...

When you come home, Paul, it must be the firm.

Your father, I don't think it's me.

Your father?

Your father? Your king?

Madam, please. Madam?

Hilda, quickly.

I don't wish you were true, but Jenkins did say that perhaps you would be late.

Yes?

I came immediately. I left a message with Dr Port.

Who are you?

Dr Hassel.

What's he?

He's had beef tea and some arud, and Dr Port is instructions.

Get some hot water bottles and a warm compress.

Shouldn't we wait for Dr Port?

There's no time, his condition is critical.

Get some hot water bottles and a warm compress.

I'm sorry, young man.

Never I said.

Dr Port, thank God.

Thank God.

Do something.

No, it's some sleeping powder.

The man is dying, it is the partner.

His body is punching of the poised, neutralized man.

He's vomiting.

Get your impassionate.

Stand up and eat my patron.

Your patient is secure and not to kill.

You are my partner, my junior.

You are bound to stop arguing and help him.

Who'd him?

No!

This is monstrous!

I've been bitten.

It's abandoned when you bitched me.

Father!

Your father is dead.

None of you remember to send for mother.

She will be furious at missing it all.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

But after all of this, I would have preferred something hot.

And what about the wine, Jenkins?

No wine, Jenkins.

Cousin George, is this quite the time to be thinking of your stomach?

It seems someone should be thinking a great deal more about the state of poor Rogers.

That's what Dr. Hassel thought.

Hassel, what do you mean?

They disagreed.

Thought practically.

That old fool ported in to see what was killing father.

Take control of yourself.

This is no place for such a display of emotion.

Perfect.

The pair of yours.

Charlotte Bertie, that will be all.

No need to examine me, Doctor.

My only complaint is I know Dom and I, and that will do its work in its own time.

However, set my mind at rest.

Rogers' death was due to, to what?

A cult in the district, which for itself calls by Warrior, that overwork, and which later led, let us say, to a gastric misadventure.

I see.

I only regret that poor Roger was attended so late at his illness by so inexperienced a practitioner as Doctor Hassel.

However, I may I trust now make arrangements for the funeral, forthwith?

Almost such a night.

Though Rogers very swift relapse after I thought he was well on the way to recover it.

Surely such fluctuations are not uncommon.

No matter. Nevertheless, an inquest would confirm the cause of death to the professional satisfaction of Doctor Hassel.

I have no intention of delaying my son-in-law's funeral to satisfy the curiosity of your junior partner.

I didn't.

I'm sure you didn't.

I don't see that an inquest would achieve anything.

On the contrary, I think it would incite the unjustified curiosity of people who thrive on gossip.

I implore you.

As an old friend, not to expose us to this.

Now that Roger has finally gone, his effects must be seen too.

Hard in my affair, aren't Harriet? The edges, I'm sure.

I mean Bertie, his effects are the office.

That's George's business now.

Make it your business, Bertie, and mine if necessary.

Wonder where he is now.

Where? Who is now?

Father.

I see. What do you want to ask? Bertie, he's supposed to be the expert on these matters.

We're all are we not praying for the peaceful repose of his soul.

Absolutely.

No, you're not.

The one you're concerned about is how much money he left.

And who's going to take his place?

I'll walk home, Jenkins.

Right. Bertie?

Sure, sure, sure, there, there, my love.

You need not be quite so sad for the loss of a brother-in-law when you still have a husband.

Don't touch me! What do you think you're doing?

It's cool comforting.

Do you remember Isabelle? Do you remember our marriage vows now?

I swore to love and comfort you, no matter how annoying you were, and you, my love,

swore to obey your husband.

Loula, loula, loula, loula, loula, bye-bye. Does your mom want you to sleep?

So, Paul, you will join the firm.

You will surely wish to follow in your father's footsteps.

To an early grave.

That is in the hand of God.

All else is clearly in yours.

How much will the firm pay me?

Since you will continue to live at home, you will receive the pocket money suitable to one of your age.

You're suddenly not trying to disguise the unattractive nature of your offer.

Father's last wish that I should join the firm.

And for that reason you will comply?

I will comply.

Signless.

With my blood, step grown.

Ink will serve well enough, young Paul.

What now the up to Bertie?

George, I'm so glad you're here.

I'm just trying to work out how Rogers' new toy balloon works.

He seemed to think it was so simple.

Try again Bertie.

Rogers spent a lot of time trying to perfect this.

We owe it to his memory to make it work.

I can't seem to get the knack somehow.

Ah, that's it.

What a shame Rogers isn't here to see this work.

You don't love this.

Oh, isn't it beautiful? It's rather pretty, isn't it?

Keep going Bertie.

All right.

A bit more.

I think so.

Well, I say.

Oh!

Oh!

Sorry Bertie.

Not a very responsible action, is it?

From the heir to the throne.

I don't want the throne to much hard work.

Queen Harriet, the Queen Mother's bound to have you installed.

Whether you want the throne or not.

Would you want it?

It's not a question of wanting.

More deserving.

Oh, poor Bertie.

You'll get your reward in heaven.

God looks after you, Mother looks after me.

It all rests with Mother.

Come off to the clock.

Yes, that's all right, George.

I'll finish up here.

Oh!

What is this object to do with me?

I found this in the bottom drawer of Rogers desk.

So you thought you would carry a favour and draw attention to yourself by bringing it to me?

Like a dog with a dead rat.

But you very well leave it.

You ask me.

Leave it.

Why are you wearing colours so soon after the funeral?

Did you hear myself up?

You will amend your style of dress at once.

Meanwhile, I have another and rather different sartorial inquiry to make of you.

I presume this object is not part of your apparatus.

Don't be absurd, it's grotesque.

It was found in Rogers office.

What would Roger have been doing with such a thing?

A very pertinent question.

Are you implying, my mother, my husband was conducting a liaison?

I am implying nothing.

I merely wish to establish that this garment does not belong to you.

That eliminates one explanation of its provenance and leaves me free to concentrate on others.

You well?

Despite the present sadness.

I shall not pine for Roger.

What brave Charlotte has your need to be.

We can't afford any further delay in approaching your mama.

I do not wish to obtude upon her grief.

I think she will be burning up quite well.

And yet if I think carefully, this may be our best chance.

Yes. Here is opportunity.

And we must catch it on the wing.

Ouch.

Hello?

Mama?

Hello?

Mama?

You will attend very closely to what I have to say.

Here, have this.

Thank you.

Paul, I really need to get away from here. Why don't we take a holiday?

It's too soon.

Well, I can't mourn forever.

Why not?

There is my name.

What was it?

I don't know, I'm not sure.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I won't.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Don't you find me alone.

I don't want to.

I'll be fine.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

It's all settled now.

You're late, Hilda. You're due back by nine.

Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. I just want to ask you a few questions.

Oh. He's got milk to death, Master Porter.

The day my father died, you and Isabelle, Mrs. Collard, were alone with him for a time,

when all my stepmother was saying off Dr. Porter.

Yes, Master Porter?

During that time, did my father have anything to eat or drink other than the aero root and beef tea prescribed by Dr. Porter?

Oh, sorry, sir. I never meant to do anything on anything, unless you're wrong!

No, sure, you didn't, Hilda. Just tell me what happened.

Oh, Mrs. Collard had to leave the room for something.

Well, the master, he says how I could do with a good, strong whiskey.

And he tells me where I can find it.

Oh, that's better.

I don't want to hurry, sir, but Mrs. Van de Venne,

Mrs. Collard might be back at any moment,

and all that might be crossed with us.

Quite right, huh?

I'll just put the bottle back.

Oops.

No, we don't want to leave that.

Why wouldn't it, sir?

No.

No one knew except just the two of us, Master Paul.

So how was it nobody smelled the whiskey on my father's breath later on?

Well, he drank some marinade, sir.

He said that that would take away the smell.

And nobody noticed any trace of the glass or the bottle?

No, no, no, no, no, no, it's nothing, sir.

I mean, just after a few minutes, Mrs. Isabel, she comes back in from, from whatever it is that she's been doing,

and then Mr. Van de Venne starts all that groaning and frothing, and all that,

then it's all that coming and going, and it's a proper big breakfast.

All right, Hilda, thank you. You've been a great help.

Anyway, sir, I mean, what difference can a glass of whiskey have made to the master?

I mean, he's always thought whiskey.

Who else else is open now?

From what Roger said to me on his deathbed, and indeed on several previous occasions,

it is evident he had a high opinion of neither George nor Bertie.

I have therefore decided that two things should be done immediately.

On what ground did Roger complain of me, Mama?

And of me?

Mediocrity, in both your cases.

And also in yours, George, what can best be called indiscretion.

Do not interrupt me again. Any of you.

I thought this was to be a discussion.

The first step to be taken.

Young Paul Vanderbent is intelligent and determined. He will make an admirable member of the firm

when he is suitably trained.

Paul is certainly determined, determined, never to enter the firm. He said so to me often.

He has not said so to me. I understand, Paul, you see.

I understand all of you, for that matter.

Never forget, there is not much that does not come to my ears sooner or later.

And the second step you propose on co-op.

This is Mr. Robert Dangerfield. Most of you know him. Or know of him.

He has recently returned from India, where he has had considerable experience in the tea trade.

He will be happy to join Karl-Argh and Vanderbent.

The tea trade is not quite the toy trade, Mama. One trade is much like another.

Buying and selling.

What position did you have in mind for Mr. Dangerfield?

A general position. As managing supervisor.

And if he proves inadequate to the task?

Our arrangement will last in the first instance for six months, after which, if he gives satisfaction, it becomes a matter of course.

Since he has asked and received my permission to marry Charlotte,

his connection with the family amply justifies his connection with its business.

Ah, Jenkins. Did you remove a whiskey bottle from my father's bedroom?

I don't believe so, Master Paul.

From the cupboard?

Certainly not.

Drive on.

Why do you come here every day?

I don't come for long.

Paul, when they put the stone up over to the grave are settled.

You will have to help your stepmother with the epitaph.

You're the poet in the family. What words should they call of?

How about Roger Van Vint, a man of duty?

He gave his whole life to that firm.

I wonder if he thinks it was worth it now.

How should Paul, your father never complained?

He couldn't see what was going on right underneath his nose.

Darling, Paul, what do you mean?

Isabel, the day my father died, he had a whiskey.

I know there's nothing odd about that, except that it was against Dr. Porter's orders.

But the bottle from which the whiskey was poured has gone.

Now this bottle could therefore have something in it, other than whiskey.

But someone has removed it so no one will ever know what.

What are you suggesting?

That he was poisoned.

Poisoned? Listen to me, Paul.

Your father died an untimely death, but it was natural. You must accept that.

Now let him rest in peace.

He won't rest in peace until we find out what happened.

We will do nothing of the sort.

This is not a matter to turn into some childish, fanciful game.

It's not a game for me, Isabel.

You miss him too, Isabel. I know you do.

I know that's why you come here. You feel the same way I do.

You can't believe he's dead. He wasn't ready to die.

He shouldn't have died. Isabel!

You're my only friend. Please help me.

This is madness.

Do you really believe your father was murdered?

Yes.

Don't you want to know the truth?

Do you want to know the truth?

You