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Oh, darling, I don't think I can bear to leave all this.

Gardenias in February, water was like warm velvet.

Not a TV aerial, not a supermarket in sight.

Pure blissful.

Yes, it is lovely.

Not without its problems, though.

Oh, it has been such fun seeing you again, Maggie.

Must you really go this afternoon?

We can't all play at hotels in the Caribbean.

Hey Eric, fix me a Hawksworth special and gin and tonic.

Yes sir, Mr. Brigham.

Have you got the register?

Not now, Mr. Brigham.

You had it in the office.

Well just get it for me, will you.

Maggie, I'm afraid Aunt Alicia is joining us again for lunch.

I had hoped to avoid the old cunt in my last meal.

I know, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for you, darling.

I only had to put up with her for a week.

I mean, she's not even your aunt,

she's your husband's aunt.

And Giles is dead, darling.

Yes.

It's not misplaced loyalty, Maggie.

I have to put up with her.

This place is mortgaged to the hilt.

I am months behind with payments.

Unless I can persuade Aunt Alicia to advance

me some of the money she's left in her will,

we'll have to sell up.

She's left you everything?

What of Giles' brother?

She reproached poor Patrick for years for not marrying,

and when he finally did, she took

a violent dislike to his wife.

She never made any secret of the fact

she intended to leave all her money to Giles when she died.

And then, of course, the unthinkable happened.

You never told me how Giles died.

Nothing very spectacular.

He had a heart attack. He worked too hard.

He was terribly overweight.

But why are you in such trouble?

You must be raking it in.

No, we're not.

This is a seasonal paradise.

For two or three months, we do very well.

The rest of the year, we might just as well close down.

Especially with the political situation on the island.

Well, if that improves, and if we can borrow from Aunt Alicia,

we might just scrape by.

But things certainly aren't going to be easy.

To Aunt Alicia.

With the compliments of the management.

You invented this?

I perfected it.

Try it.

Everybody gets one on their last day.

And one of these.

Oh, Mr. Brigham, how kind.

We issue one with each Hawksworth special.

It gives madame something to do when she's on the ceiling.

Mrs. Hawksworth, you'll find the ladies by the pool.

Thank you, Brigham.

This is lethal.

Blame the manager.

I told you, Dave was a barman in Bridgetown

before you came here.

You're in love with him, aren't you?

Don't you like him?

Darling, he's almost criminally gorgeous

but wouldn't trust him an inch.

Uh oh.

Good day, Claire.

Aunt Alicia.

Mrs. Patton.

Shall we eat at once?

You'll kill yourself, Mrs. Patton.

All that sugar is pure poison.

It's going to be a lovely way to go.

There's no such thing as a lovely way to go.

Well, I shall work if off this afternoon.

I promised myself a lot of swimming.

In the pool?

You always swim in the sea?

Naturally.

I haven't come 4,000 miles to swim in a fresh water pool.

I swim from the jetty.

I like to dive in.

Is it quite wise?

At you're age?

Oh, it's quite safe inside the reef, Maggie.

Charles had danger signs put up to stop

people going too far out.

Would you like some honey for the cider vinegar?

Oh, thank you, dear.

Ah.

Mrs. Patton, since you will be in London tomorrow,

I wonder if you'd be kind enough to post this letter for me

when you arrive.

My pleasure.

It's my cat, you see.

Mrs. Bradley's a cat?

Mrs. Bradley is my housekeeper.

Whenever I'm away from home, I make a point of writing

to her every few days.

She's devoted to Monty, of course,

but she does have a tendency to neglect his diet.

I like to send her a few reminders.

I've enjoyed your company, Mrs. Patton.

It's not often one has the opportunity of meeting

one of the smart set.

Do have a pleasant trip home.

I'm sorry.

Water off a duck's back, darling.

You're the one who has to cope with the old bat.

Sydney, she's leaving you her will money,

and she can't live forever.

She seems to be having a very good try at it.

Why are you so gloomy?

Whatever else you are, you're no accountant.

I should never have met you loose on the books.

Do I detect the note of censure in Madame's voice?

My eyes were wide open when I took you on.

I wasn't so besotted by a charm I couldn't

get a pirate when I saw one.

No battles were fought, sweetheart.

You invited me on board.

I needed you.

And not just to help with the chores.

Yes?

Well, where is he?

Oh rubbish, he can't have left.

We always have a limbo dance on a beach barbecue nights.

I saw him yesterday.

All right, all right.

I'll come down.

Idiot.

I'm going down the beach.

Come on, let it wait.

Darling, come on, not now.

Why not?

For heaven's sake, it's the middle of the afternoon.

That's the best time.

Busiest time.

Haven't you got any work to do?

Just who is pulling the strings around you?

Not you, Dave.

Afternoon, Miss.

Good afternoon, Charlie.

Frank, give me the key to the mailbox, would you please?

Would you like a beer, Charlie?

Would I like a beer?

Harry, beef for Charlie, please.

Yes, Mrs. Hawksworth.

There you go, Charlie.

That's it.

Thank you.

Thank you, Frank?

These for me?

Yes, mum.

See you tomorrow, Charlie.

Right boss.

My dear!

Dear, such news.

Where have you been all afternoon.

I'm sorry, I had to go into town.

Has something happened?

Indeed it has.

This afternoon, I received a telephone call from England,

from Giles' brother.

Patrick rang you?

My dear, the most wonderful news.

Shelia has had a baby.

Sudden, the one thing I've been longing for all these years

and thought would never happen--

a Hawksworth heir at last.

Oh,

I Mrs. Brigham, congratulate them.

I knew you'd understand.

Understand?

Now, my dear.

I don't want you to be upset.

But you must realize that now, I must leave my money

in trust for the new baby.

And after all, dear, you really have no need of it.

The Inn must be making splendid profit.

You're changing your will.

I've written to my solicitor, putting everything--

well, almost everything, in trust for the child.

I shall speak to Patrick when I return to London.

I see.

There.

I felt sure you would, dear.

I'm remarkably fit for my age.

But all the same, I think it would be unwise of me

to leave such an important matter

until I return to London next month.

I-- I thought a will had to be drawn up by a lawyer.

Well, it may not be written on the usual legal form,

but I assure you, it is a valid document.

And I got those two charming Americans

to witness my signature.

You do see why I must do this, don't you, dear?

Naturally, you'll get something.

Probably some of my jewelry.

Where is it?

The letter?

She's just posted it.

It'll go in the morning boat.

Oh no it won't.

Oh, Dave.

Take it out of the box.

But suppose she phones or sends a cable?

Why should she now that she's written?

Is it legally binding?

Yes.

A will can be written on anything, as long

as it's dated and witnessed.

And she makes it clear that it supersedes all previous wills.

I know, I went through it all when Giles died.

Get the letter.

Now?

Yeah, now.

Oh, David, I don't think--

Go on.

Craig, would you do something for me?

I think I left the ferry timetables in my office.

I think I could, Miss.

You'll find it on my desk.

Right.

Now what?

We can burn this for a start.

Oh darling, what difference does it make?

She'll be back home in five weeks.

Then it's perfectly obvious that she mustn't go back.

Ever.

No, Dave.

Look at it, Claire.

Come on, have a look around you.

How can you bear to lose all this?

We don't have any choice, we'll have to sell.

Not if I have anything to do with it, we won't.

Oh Dave, let me talk to her.

If I show how much we need the money, I'm sure--

That hard-faced old bat, if she thinks we made

a mess of this hotel, what chance

do you really think you've got?

Good money after bad.

God, I can hear her saying it right now.

I'm not going to give her the satisfaction

of turning you down.

Anyone who go swimming in the sea at her age

is asking for trouble, especially

early in the morning when there's no one else around.

That's ridiculous.

She's strong as an ox?

And who is going to be surprised

if an old lady dies suddenly?

But there's no point in my arranging a little accident

if this letter isn't burnt.

Come on.

There's to be a barbecue tomorrow night I understand.

Yes, will you join us?

I think not, dear.

But since I'm to be kept awake till all hours tomorrow,

I should die early tonight.

Will you send a pot of tea to my room in 10 minutes?

Certainly.

Good night, Claire.

Good night.

Has she gone to bed?

Yes, she's gone to bed.

She wants tea in her room.

- That's perfect. - No, Dave--

Are you taking her the tea?

Yes, I'm making her a fresh pot.

But--

No.

Do it, put the sleeping pills in the tea.

Look, we may never have a chance like this again.

In that herbal brew of hers, she'll

never taste the difference.

Oh, there must be another way.

There must be.

I need more time to think.

Think, what does that think about?

About losing this place?

Is that what you want to think about?

God dammit, Claire your husband died making this place perfect.

Are you just gotta stand aside and allow

that autocratic old witch to snatch it away from you.

Thanks Manny.

Come in.

Oh, dear.

Thank you, my dear.

Did I tell you I had a card from Maggie Patton?

Really?

Yes.

It took two weeks to get here.

I just hope Mr. Bridgenorth's received my letter.

And Mrs. Bentley.

I've written to her constantly, she never replies.

Oh, I'm sure she will.

You know how dreadful the mail is here.

Well, I'll say good night.

There's such a lot to be organized

with this wretched barbecue.

Good night then.

Good night.

We'll give you a couple of hours, 2 o'clock.

We'll move at 2, OK?

What about footprints?

What do you mean footprints?

In the sand.

The tide will wash them out by morning.

No problem.

I'll tip her over on the far side of the reef,

the currents should take her south away from the island.

But the body will be washed up somewhere.

There will be an inquest. - So what will they find?

A few grains about barbiturates.

So she took some sleeping tablets to help her sleep.

Dave, I don't think I can get through with this.

We can't go back now.

Yes, we can.

You'll let her sleep it off. She'll never know.

I need you.

I can't do it alone.

Alicia.

Aunt Alicia.

She's out cold.

Come on.

I can't touch her.

Get around the other side of the bed.

I'll hold her while you get her into a swimming costume.

- Dave. - Yeah.

What about the tea?

Get rid of it when you come back.

Dave, she moved. I think she's waking up.

All right, get going.

Go on.

What's going on?

That body got washed up on Great Seal.

Mrs. Hawksworth.

No.

It's true.

Missing for over a week.

So simple.

Such a sad loss.

They're not even going to ship the body home.

A dignified burial at sea.

We must cable Patrick and Mrs. Bradley.

And the solicitor.

Oh no, no.

No, not Mr. Bridgenorth.

We don't want to seem greedy.

He'll get the news soon enough.

How long wills take to be probated in England?

Look a what I've got here, Monty.

Another letter from your mommy, all the way from the Caribbean.

Well, Monty, what has mommy done now?

Good morning, Oak, Bridgenorth, Simpson, and Pennworthy.

Might I speak to Mr. Bridgenorth, please.

Nora Bradley, housekeeper to Mrs. Alicia Hawksworth.

Thank you.

Hasn't mommy been silly Billy.

Hello.

Mr. Bridgenorth.

I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Bridgenorth,

but I've just received a letter from Mrs. Alicia.

Yes, from the West Indies.

I think she must have put it in the wrong envelope

because it was addressed to me but the letter

was written to you.

So you'll probably get the one she wrote to me.

I thought I'd better let you know at once because it

looked rather important.

Something to do with the changing of her will.