All language subtitles for The.No.1.Ladies.Detective.Agency.S01E03.1080p.WEB.H264-DiMEPiECE_track3_[eng]

-(doors slam)
-(men speaking Setswana)

Sorry, mma.
(speaks Setswana)

(machine beeping)

(women speaking Setswana)

Tell Dr. Gulubane at once!

(speaking Setswana)

Dr. Gulubane,
it's the same--

Exactly the same.

And look at the time.

That's impossible.

(women talking)

I think, Dr. Sibenke, it
would be best for everyone
if you stayed away.

(theme music playing)

(honking)

(children shouting)

-Dumela, mma.
-Dumela, mma.

(speaking Setswana)

Is this all
you've brought me
for the charity sale?

Ah, no!
Taja!

Put it in the room.

Thank you.

Hey, go on.

(speaking Setswana)

That's Tabitha
teaching the boys rugby.

Motholeli, please ask
Mamale for a glass of water
for Mma Ramotswe.

Does she need
any help?

No, no, no, no, no.
She likes to do
things herself.

Both parents
passed away,

and her bones are badly
damaged by tuberculosis.

It's a very
sad story.

Those pieces are
too small to sell.

They'll make good
covers for the toilet.

Give it to
Maratep.

I'm very disappointed
in Mr. Patel.

He has so many shops
and all they send us are
those carpet off-cuts.

Larona broke the glass!

Tell her not to
pick it up!
(speaks Setswana)

I will be one moment.
Larona!

-Dumela, mma.
-Dumela, mma.

Mma Potokwane suggested
that I talk to you.

She says that you are
a lady detective.

Ee, mma.

That is true.
Are you in need of
some detecting?

Aah-- tell me,
if someone is
very frightened,

and they live in
fear of their life

all day and
all night,

could you
find out why?

Who is this
frightened person?

It is my father.

His name is Rre Lisindi.

He-- he owns the curio
shop at African mall.

I know it. I've bought
things from there.

He's an honest man.

And all his life,
he has been a happy
man, too.

But now he--

He cannot even sleep;
he can hardly talk.

And when I ask him
what's the problem,

he says there are
things I must not know

or I'll get
into danger.

Danger?
Did he use that word?

Ee, mma--
that very word.

So you want me
to find out what is
troubling your father.

But I do not
have enough mon--

Don't worry
about money.

I will do what I can.

Take this.

It has my number
on it.

"The Number One Ladies'
Detective Agency"?

Ee, mma.

I like it.

(brakes squeaking)

(breathing heavily)

Oh.

Oh, oh-- aah!

Snake!

Snake!

Snake!

(muttering in Setswana)

(yelling)

It's a mamba.

If this snake had
bitten you, mma,

you would be
one dead detective.

(speaks Setswana)

-Aah!
-Ha ha!

Stop fooling around!
Put it in a bag
and throw it away.

And then come back
and clean the car!

I feel quite sick to think
what could have happened.

Oh, don't be upset.

I was about to
deal with it myself

when a passerby appeared
and gave me a tow.

You're so cool about it.

I've lived 38 years and
never come so close to death.

I-- I thought you
were 37?

Yes.

Well, but
tomorrow is my birthday.

Tomorrow?

Yes.

-Congratulations!
-Thank you.

-Are you celebrating?
-No, no, no, no.
I'm past all that.

Everybody should celebrate
the day of their birth.

Let me take you
out to dinner.

No, that's not
necessary.

Please.

That would be nice.

Thank you, mma.

That's
a beautiful car.

Who taught you to
make a car like that?

No one.

No one at all?

God.

What do you know
about God?

He is invisible.

Wellington,

I've told you
before, you may sit
quietly outside

But you must not
disturb the clients.

He is not disturbing me.

I have a son
his age at home.

I'm sorry I'm late.
It's been a very
difficult morning.

A snake was
in the van.
Dr. Sibenke?

Ee, mma.
That is me.

Please come into
my office, doctor.

What kind of snake?

A mamba.

Don't worry--
I killed it.

Bush tea, I think.

So your family still
lives in Zimbabwe?

Ee, mma,
they do.

Of course, I miss them
every minute.

But I had to leave

just to earn enough
money to support them.

It's very sad what
has happened there.

Aah, it is more
than sad.

(chair squeaks)

But let us not dwell
on these matters.

Mm.

I was lucky enough
to receive a post
at the hospital

working under
Dr. Gulubane.

Dr. Gulubane?

He's a very fine man
and a good doctor, too.

He is.

But then...

something unfortunate
happened.

The very week that
I started work,

a patient of mine died...

of no apparent cause...

on a Friday afternoon
and at 2:00.

That is not unusual
in a hospital.

(loud scratching)

(sighs)
Well...

There's more.

The following Friday,

there was another
unexplained death...

at 2:00.

Then this last Friday,

the same thing
happened again.

People look at me
strangely now.

They don't want
to talk to me.

-They avoid me.
-(scoffs)

They feel

that somebody should
get the blame

for these deaths.

I am a foreigner
and a refugee.

It's understandable.

(sighs)

Grace:
What are you
looking for?

I don't want to
be recognized by
Tabitha's father.

I've been to
his shop before.

Ee.
(chuckles)

Do these make
any difference?

Nnyaa, mma,
no difference at all.

Well, not a big disguise.
I just don't want to
be identified.

Well, I can't do anything
about your distinctive figure.

There is nothing
distinctive about
my figure.

(speaks Setswana)

(laughs)

Precious: (sighs)
What about my hair?

Well, I can make it longer

so that it covers
your face like a yak.

No, certainly not.

Then what am I going to do?
He's already seen your face.

Mm.

I know.

Have you got
any time today?

Oh, no.
No, no, no, no, no.

You are not suggesting
that I go.

Why not?

It's very simple.

Find a birthday
present for J.L.B.

And then what?

While you're there,
look around.

Look on the desk;
look on the shelves.

Look around for what?

For whatever he does not
want you to see.

-Bah!
-That's what's
frightening him.

(choir vocalizing)

-Excuse me, sir?
-Aah!

-Can I help you?
-(shouts in Setswana)

-(muttering)
-I'm sorry.

Yes, you can
certainly help me.

I'm looking-- woo.

I'm looking for a gift
for a very good friend of mine,

and, uh, that's why
I'm in your shop.

Take a look around.

(speaks Setswana)

Mm.

Ooh, rre,
this is pretty!

You have a very
good eye, rre.

There's only one village
where they make those.

Good.

And what is that?

(phone ringing)

Excuse me.
I must take this.

Lisindi Curios.

I-- I can't
talk to you now.

I have
a customer.

Okay.

Sir?

Sir? Sir! Rra.
Ah, ah, ah, ah!

This is my storeroom.
It is private.

Now, please come out
at once.

At once.

-Please.
-Please forgive me.

I thought it was just
another way out.

(muttering
in Setswana)

Rre,
we forgot the gift.

There is something
in that storeroom.

-How do you know?
-It's obvious!

It's like when a bald man
tries to hide his baldness

by pushing his hair over
like wet grass.

(chuckles)

And then what do you see
when you look at him? Huh?

Baldness and
a man underneath it.

(speaks Setswana)

I need to get
into that storeroom.

I'll do it tonight.

Where will you
sleep tonight?

I don't know.

(owl hooting)

(chair clattering)

How would it be if you
had a proper place to live?

-Like what?
-It doesn't matter
what it's called.

You'd have regular food
and a bed

and school lessons, too.

If Mma Ramotswe
and I knew of
a place like that,

would you like
to live there?

Hup!

Wellington?

I'm sorry
I'm late.

-Do we really
have to do this?
-No, no, no.

We'll just take a quick
look around and then
we'll go.

Please give me
the keys.

When we open the door,
we must run as fast
as we can

to the buttons that
turn off the alarm.

Precious:
Ah-- shh!

(alarm beeping)

Give me the code.
Shut the door.

Shut the door,
shut the door.

(beeping continues)

Turn on the torch!

Not at my face--
here!

(beeping increases)

(pressing buttons)

(beeping stops)

There. That wasn't
too difficult.

Give me that.

(rats scurrying)

(screams)

Something ran
over my foot.

(dog barking)

Hold this.

These tusks
are fresh.

You can almost
smell the animal
they belonged to.

I'm afraid your father
has got mixed up

with ivory smugglers.

That's why
he's so frightened.

Quick, put everything
back the way it was.

No one must know
we were here.

(buttons beeping)

(alarm beeping)

Hurry! Hurry!

Let's go, let's go.

-(clanging)
-Oh!

Turn the light off.
Turn the light off.

-Where are the keys?
-I thought you had them.

I left them
on top of the alarm.

(alarm beeping faster)

Let's go, let's go.

(alarm stops)

Thank goodness.
That was getting
on my nerves.

Aah, let's go.

(alarm shrieking)

-What do we do now?
-Run!

-What?
-Run!

Take the-- take the keys.
Lock up. I'll go get the car.

(alarm continues)

(engine revving)

(sirens approaching)

Charlie?

Fanwell?
(speaks Setswana)

These boys will be
the death of me.

What time is it now?
8:30.

(sighs, mutters)

"From a disgruntled
customer."

(sighs)

Both:
♪ Happy birthday,
to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday,
to... you ♪

♪ Happy birthday,
to you ♪

Thank you, boys.
I'm very touched.

The tie is colorful.

Aha! But you shouldn't
have wasted your money
on the aftershave.

I'm quite happy smelling
of Sunlight Soap.

Ah, but, boss, women prefer
smart-smelling men.

And that is the path
to heavenly pleasure.

No.
(speaks Setswana)

(boys shouting)

You broke in?

It was a legitimate
search for evidence.

What if Rre Lisindi

finds out that
it was you?

He'll tell the ivory
smugglers and
they'll come--

There's no way
he can find out.

Shouldn't we
tell the police?

No.

I don't want
to do that.

I want to solve
this case myself.

In fact, I don't
even want to tell them
when I've solved it.

Why not?

The only reason
I took this case

was because I wanted
to give that young girl

some peace of mind.

I don't think putting
her father behind bars

is a very good way
of doing that.

But he's broken
the law.

Rre Lisindi doesn't feel
like a bad man to me.

If he's involved
in a crime,

it's because bad people
have forced him into it.

-But--
-There will be no more
talking without tea.

We must talk about
these mysterious deaths.

Do you really not know
what's causing them?

No. After the first one,
we took every precaution
possible.

But it happened
again twice.

Unfortunately, yes.
This is the ward.

Did all three patients
die in the same bed?

Yes, it was this bed
right here.

We've changed
the beds around,
of course.

Maybe there's something wrong
with one of the machines.

They've all been
checked and tested.

We've even changed them
around with ventilators
from other wards.

Look, I have nothing to hide,
but this is a medical problem.

Why don't you leave it
for the hospital authorities
to solve?

I can't stand by while
an innocent man's life
is being ruined.

Just let me
try something.

I'll come back
on Friday.

I'll sit in this ward
at 2:00

and then...

...see what happens.

Mma Ramotswe,

may I trouble you
for your services?

I'd be happy
to help you,

but I'm on my way
to a meeting.

You can make an appointment
with my secretary.

I'd prefer
not to wait.

It's a family
matter.

My card.

(typewriter
keys clacking)

So, what kind of family
matter might this be?

I'm a businessman here
in the city,

but my family owns a large
farm north of Pilane

and 6,000 head
of cattle.

My father got married
when he was young.

I'm the offspring
of that union.

Then some years later,
he married again.

So your mother
was late.

Nnyaa, mma.
She's still alive.

My father is one of those
old-fashioned men

who believes that two wives
are better than one.

Oh.

His second wife had
another son--

(typing)

Jobe, who is,

I'm sorry to say,
the fool of the family.

Mm, those are
harsh words.

How else can one
describe a young man

who fails at everything
that he puts his hand to?

Well, Jobe got married
this year.

Then the trouble began.

What kind of trouble?

One evening
after dinner,

everyone in the family
suffered a violent
stomach complaint.

My mother lost no time
in telling me her suspicions.

Oh, she believes Jobe's wife
poisoned them all.

How did you guess?

Were her suspicions
correct?

All I know is that

now both wives are convinced
that Mafela is the poisoner.

She phoned me
this morning,

begging for my help.

She requested
a lady detective,

-and so I'm here.
-Mm.

So you want me to
question your family?

Not question, no.

My father is a frail old man
who has lost his sight.

It will distress him.

Just say that you are
my private assistant

who needs a holiday
and then...

discreetly see what
you can find out.

Well,

Rre Makgothi,

I am pleased to say
I can take your case.

My fee-- my fee

will be...

one...

thousand pula.

Thank you.

Enjoy it, miss.

Thank you.

So...

are you going
to open it?

What is it?

It's a surprise.

(rattling)

It's perfect.

Ha! How did you know?
(laughs)

-(laughs) I-- I--
-I collect them.

Eh, percussion instruments.

I once had a dream that
I'd be the greatest drummer
in the world.

But now I just
collect them.

-It's (Setswana word).
-Yes.

Where did you find it?

Not at Rre Lisindi's shop?

Yes, as a
matter of fact.

You didn't steal it?

No!
Certainly not.

Promise me that you'll
never again do such
a crazy escapade.

Aah, I did get a little
carried away.

Is that a promise?

I suppose so.

Mm.

Mma Makutsi thinks
I should tell the police.

Well, you know
what happens if you do.

The little shopkeeper
gets punished

and the big guys at
the top of the heap
go scot-free.

You're right.
They are the ones who
should be punished.

No, the people who run
the ivory trade

are more dangerous
than any mamba.

If threatened,
they'll strike to kill.

A woman in their world
is like a-- a fragile ship
on a stormy sea,

or-or a-- an antelope in
a desert full of lions.

It's been a very long time
since someone compared me

to an antelope.

If you'd only allow me
to put a supportive
arm around you...

Oh, J.L.B.

You are a kind,
and good man,

and a very
loyal friend.

But...

I don't need
a supportive arm.

I really don't.

Grace:
I don't think that girl
is poisoning anyone.

There was a young woman
in my village

who was accused of
being a poisoner,

but it was only because
her mother-in-law hated her.

Mm, that happens
in every village.

But I want you
to be safe.

You must not eat
any food at all

unless everyone else
is eating it too.

I don't want my first
case as a detective

to be investigating
your death.

I hope you're not implying
I starve myself.

Hmm-mm!

(African music playing)

(whistling)

Dumela, mma.
Let me carry your suitcase.

You are expected.

(greeting each other
in Setswana)

Please, come in.

You must meet
the big mma first.

She's waiting for you
on the stoop.

Dumela, mma.

Dumela.
I'm glad
you are here.

Come and sit
beside me.

Doralene, make sure
our visitor's room is ready.

So...

you're my son's
personal assistant?

Yes, that is so.

I expected you
to be skinny.

A skinny woman.

He does not like
traditional shapes,
my son.

Hmm.
Don't worry, mma.

I am not one of those girls
who wants to marry her boss.

Would you like
some water?

Thank you.

Where's the rest
of the family?

You will meet them
at dinnertime.

And I think you will find
that is quite soon enough.
(laughs)

Hmm.

Doralene!

Where's that lazy girl?

I love this house.

It's a very fine building.

When my husband
married again,

he tried to
move me out,

but I soon found
my way back.

That must have been
very upsetting for you.

The other wife?
(laughs)

No.

I'm just sorry that he
chose such a silly woman.

Still, better a silly woman
than a dangerous one.

-(muffled arguing)
-Woman: That's what you
always say, isn't it?

-Just do what I tell you!
-(door slams)

-Dumela, mma.
-Dumela, mma.

Have you just arrived
from the city?

-Yes.
-Well, that guest room
is bad.

No bath and none of
the windows open.

Oh, and don't let that
stupid girl bother you
with her chatter.

This is the very best
guest room.

Thank you.

Was that
Master Jobe's wife?

Mafela.

Do you know why
she was so angry?

Oh, she's just scornful
of Master Jobe

because he's not as successful
as his bigger brother.

She wants a big apartment
in the city.

She does not like
this house,

but there is
no harm to her.

Tell me something:

Do they get on,
the two wives?

Not at all.
It is very hard.

They are always fighting
about who is the favorite
of the old man.

And then when
they are not looking,

he chases after me.

He's a naughty old goat,
that man.

-(children screaming)
-There you go, there you go.

Don't spoil them.
They're my naughtiest
children.

Hurry!
(laughing)

-Dumela.
-Dumela, rre.

I think I have
the part you are
looking for.

Oh, good, good,
good, good.

How is Mma Ramotswe?

She's away on
an investigation.

Ah, always busy.

Yeah.

You're very fond
of her, aren't you?

Well, I've always
believed that, uh,

she and I are
ideally suited.

Then you must
speak to her about
your feelings.

I've tried to.
She won't allow me to.
I don't know why.

I can offer her
great stability.

Maybe she's looking
for something different

in a companion.

I'm afraid that's
all too true.

(sighs)
Last night I came
very close

to putting all
thoughts of her aside,
but then...

(sighs)
Forgive me, mma.
It's...

You're the only person
I can talk to.

I had this dream.

Ee?

Mma Ramotswe was in
the Kalahari Desert.

She was being
attacked by a lion.

I rescued her
by killing him
with a knife.

Is that all?

No, um...

In the dream,

Mma Ramotswe
was completely naked.

Completely naked?

(laughs)

I think this dream is
a very good sign indeed.

Completely naked!

(speaks Setswana)

Welcome.

I'm the old man's
younger wife.

It was so nice of you
to talk to the old lady.

I hope you're
not too bored.

That poor old woman
rambles on and on
and on these days.

It's very sad. Anyway,
I'll see you at dinner.

Okay.

Don't eat anything
that is prepared by
my daughter-in-law.

I hope I'm not
disturbing you.

What a fine kitchen.

That smells delicious.

Are you happy
in your work?

I used to be,

as a chef in
the Imperial Hotel
in Gaborone.

There I was treated
with respect.

Why did you leave?

Rre Makgothi liked
the hotel food so much

that he asked for
one of the chefs

to be sent to
his family home.

The management picked on me.

And now I must work in
this madhouse where
people hate each other,

and all they want to eat
is chicken and rice.

Life is not easy for
a true artist.

I love cumin.

Put that back!

Nobody touches anything
in this kitchen!

I'm sorry.

I won't disturb your
good work any longer.

And I-- I look forward
to supper this evening.

Ah, I'm sorry.
I was looking for a telephone.

You must be the detective.

Dumela.

Dumela.

I'm Jobe.

I am in disguise,
supposedly.

It was my wife
who asked for you.

It will be a great relief
to have her name cleared.

This has been
very stressful
for both of us.

I understand.

I mean, do you really think
I'd be with my wife

if I thought she was
poisoning my family?

But those old women,
they don't care who
they gossip about.

Please, use the phone.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

(ringing)

Number One Ladies' Detective--

Precious:
You'll be pleased to
know I'm still alive.

Good. And what have you
found out?

Well, it's the kind of family
where almost anyone

could be poisoning
anyone else.

But I'm beginning
to think

the daughter-in-law
is in the clear.

What about the old man?

-I'll meet him at dinner.
-Dinner?

You must phone me again
right after you've had
your dinner.

I won't leave
the office until you've--

-(static)
-Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Mma?

Hello?

Thank you, mma.

Ke itumetse.

So, mma, did you manage
to make your phone call?

I tried, but
the line went dead.

(Mafela speaks Setswana)

It is always happening
out here.

The repairman takes days
and days to come.

We might as well be
living on the moon.

(both speaking Setswana)

(thunder rumbles)

Ooh!

(gagging)

-(gagging)
-Are you sick, too?

Everyone is sick.
The old ladies are sick.

Sick, sick,
all the time.

Oh...
(speaks Setswana) Okay.

-Woman: Operator.
-Operator,

I know it's late,
but I've been trying to
get through all night.

Operator:
I'm sorry, but the line
is still out of order.

Please try again
tomorrow.

Thank you.

-(thunder crashing)
-(rain pouring)

Ooh!

(chuckling)

I'm sorry.
I didn't realize there
was someone in here.

Then you are not much
of a detective.

Come here.

Sit down, please.

So, tell me,

why did you not
eat your food tonight?

You smelled something
in the food.

You smelled something that
was there once before.

And what was that?

(rain continues falling)

It was this.

I remember this herb
from my childhood.

It does not kill
but it makes people
very sick.

Perhaps you are a clever
detective after all.

Koko?

Ko -- ooh!
Eh, eh.

Koko.

-What time is it?
-It is morning!

What are you doing
sleeping on the job?

Mm? That is not
very professional,
97 percent.

Mma Ramotswe promised
she would phone, and--

and she would never ever
break that promise unless

something terrible
had happened to her.

You need a cup of tea.

I'd never forgive myself if
something happened to her.

It's just that--

that there are so many things
that you never say to someone

when you're with them
every day.

So many things that
you should say.

Mm-hmm.

Sugar babes,
you are tired

and worried and paranoid.

Hmm? Your brain has been
under the dryer for too long.

Relax.

After that cup
of tea,

you'll feel better.

I am having a crisis,
you silly man!

And it will not be
solved by a cup of tea.

Precious:
"The country house
with its echoing corridors,

"poisoning plots

"and multiple suspects

"is a mere figment of
popular fiction.

That is all there is
to say about it."

(knock on door)

Come in.

(knocking)

Doralene:
Good morning.

There's a big commotion.

The big mma has
accused the cook of
poisoning the family.

I brought your tea.

If you found the poison
in the kitchen,

then the poisoner
must be the cook.

No, I don't think so.

-Do you know the combination?
-No.

Well, do you happen
to know his birthday?

He was born on
New Year's Day.

How old is he now?

He's 32.

(beeping)

Oh! You are
a very smart detective.

-Doralene: What are you
looking for?
-Precious: I don't know.

Wait a moment.

It's not what
I expected.

But I think
just found...

the motive.

Better?

No.

-(phone rings)
-Yes? Yes?

Precious:
It's me.

Oh!
She's alive.

I-I-I-- I tried
to reach you
all night,

but I couldn't
get through.

Precious:
The telephone line
had been cut.

-Tsamaya!
-But now it's in
working order.

And I'm happy to say
I'm also in working order.

I may have
a task for you.

I'm ready!

Precious:
I've got to stay
a few more hours.

But-- but you are due at
the hospital at-- at 2:00.

Precious:
I know.

A patient will die
if no one is there.

If I'm not back
in time,

I want you to go to
the hospital in my place.

I-I can't.

Don't worry, I'll tell you
exactly what to do.

You must sit in that ward.

-(writing)
-"Sit in that ward."

Do not go out
of that ward.

"Do not go out..."

Whatever you see,
whatever you hear,

just stay.

Stay.

I had to cancel six meetings
to be here.

For a fee of 1,000 pula,
this better be good.

Rre Makgothi,

you sent me here to find out
if your sister-in-law

tried to poison
your family last month.

Well, did she?

-No, she did not.
-(all arguing)

But the person who did

is in this room.

Oh,
(speaks Setswana)

It was a man

who felt his work
was not appreciated.

An artist

whose art went
unacknowledged.

It's-- it's true.

I-- I thought
Rre Makgothi would fire me

if my food was bad.

I wanted to get my old job
back at the Imperial Hotel.

That is why I put
some herbs in the food

last month.
I'm very sorry about that.

But I'm not responsible for
what happened last night.

No, you aren't.

Let me tell you
a story.

There was
a first-born son,

a clever young man,
who started a business

and then another
and another

until he became rich

like his daddy.

He had a young
half-brother.

Not as clever
as himself,

but not as bullying either...

-I don't have to
listen to this.
-Sit down!

The half-brother

married a young woman

who treated him
scornfully

because he had no talent
for making money.

He was so desperate
to prove himself

that he got involved

in smuggling illegal ivory
out of the country.

Are you accusing me of
being a criminal?

What's going on here?
(speaks Setswana)

What is this?
I knew you'd--

I'm not finished.

(scoffs)

One night
a lady detective--

that is me--

stumbled across some
evidence of his crime--

two elephant tusks.

She inadvertently left
a trace of herself behind.

(alarm beeping)

The half-brother
and his wife panicked.

They feared that their
crime would be discovered,

so they decided

to silence
the lady detective
for good.

So she persuaded you

to bring me here

to investigate the gossip
that the cook

had so foolishly caused

and to repeat
the same trick the cook did.

But this time,

with a more serious
intention.

This morning, she left me
a second dose of poison

in a cup of bush tea.

If I had drunk it,

it would have seemed as though
I'd died from the same poison

fed to all of you.

There would have been
a houseful of witnesses
to confirm it.

And this unfortunate man

would have
taken the blame.

(fizzing)

(sniffing)

Who says that this
has been poisoned?

Has it been analyzed?
Have you tried it on
one of the dogs?

All right--

I'll try it myself.

-No, wait!
-No!

-Where is Mma Ramotswe?
-She will be here by 3:00.

You wait here,
Dr. Sibenke.

Grace:
Mma Ramotswe is very sorry
she could not be here,

but she is on
a most difficult case.

How did you think you
could get away with it?

Huh?

They were never going
to get away with it.

They're not
expert criminals.

In their nature,
they're not criminals at all.

They've just been
infected

by the poison in
this whole family.

You, old man--

You are to blame

for caring about
nobody but yourself.

You two ladies,

you are to blame

for stirring up
slander.

And you, Rre Makgothi,

you are very much
to blame.

You despised your brother

and called him a fool.

She mocked and taunted him
because she was following

your example.

I must leave it to
you and your family

to learn some love and
respect for one another.

Rre Makgothi,

1,000 pula could never
begin to cover

the risk I ran
in solving this case.

This is my fee.

-No.
-(all shouting in Setswana)

(machine beeping)

Dr. Gulubane!

(beeping continues)

(beeping stops)

(beeping resumes)

Grace:
What I conclude as
a result of my observation

is that the cleaner has
been unplugging one of
the ventilators

every Friday afternoon
at 2:00.

As a result, three
patients have died.

Thank God you saved
the life of that one.

I was only following
my instructions.

What will you do now?

Well, the cleaner will
lose her job for sure.

It's sad.
Her husband has died.

She has three small
children to support.

What is the justice
in firing her?

In my opinion,
that poor woman

should not even know
what she did.

But I must write a report
and that report must
tell the truth.

Will it include
the poor training of
your low-paid staff?

No.

May I remind you that this
is a very serious matter?

Three patients have died.

(siren wailing)

Well, it won't
console the families

to know they died
from a stupid mistake.

Besides--

I don't mean to
sound heartless--

but I've seen
the patients.

They were very old
and ill.

If the others were
the same,

would they not have
died anyway?

That's the most outrageous
argument I've ever heard.

Look, speaking personally,
and off the record, of course,

you may be right.

(upbeat music playing)

(chattering)

Woman:
I like this one.

Oh, no, I think this
is better for me.

But here is
something for you.

For small girls.

Mma, please come see
my father.

I'll be back.

Look at him.
He's not afraid anymore.

What has happened?
What did you do?

It's a very long story.

Bishop:
Ladies and gentlemen,
boys and girls,

I wish to offer
heartfelt thanks

to those of our
business community

who have donated money
and goods.

Rre Cyril Mabusa

of Mabusa & Sons...

(clapping)

What a tie.

Oh, you noticed it.

Mm.

You don't think
it's too bright?

I think it'll take
some getting used to,

but I like it.

Shh!
The bishop is talking.

Bishop:
...whenever my vintage
bishop-mobile

breaks down,

Rre J.L.B. Matekoni

of Speedy Motors!

And lastly,

one gift that
cannot pass

without a special
acknowledgement,

-Mma Potokwane.
-(clapping)

Thank you, your reverence,

for a gift of money

that will help build
a new wing

for the orphanage and buy
new beds for the kids.

Blankets and pillows, too.

I wish to thank
Rre Josiah Makgothi--
Rre?

(applause)

--who has donated

a check for
the magnificent sum

of 100,000 pula!

(cheering, whistling)

I cannot
find Wellington.

He's over there
under the tree.

Precious:
You know, when I see
those children together,

I can hardly believe
there's anything wrong
in the world.

(laughs)

(all shouting, playing)

(theme music playing)