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Hey. What are you doing? Reading a book. What do you want? Um, I want you to come to my adoption ceremony. Why? Because you're my sister. Fine. - Get out of my room. - Okay. Um, looks like she's gonna need a dress. Cool. Mm. - Wow. - That is tasty. Mmhmm. I wish salad always tasted like--thank you. That's a nice dressing on there. - Yeah, the balsamic. - Yeah. Now... Our signature dish. This is a wagyu filet with a mousseline of smoked chanterelle mushrooms and black garlic. Oh! Mm, mm! Oh, it is so good. Mm-mmm! Oh, that's so good. Mm. Mm.
Mm! Nice pairing as well. Mm. - Hey. - Yeah? What's going on? Do you want to eat out there or something? - No, no, no. - You don't like it in here? - I'm just, um-- - You hot? No, I'm just worried about my mother. I'm sorry. Look, I think her moving in with Sekou was kind of a good thing, you know? Now that he's helping shoulder the responsibility, it's like in my family. When one of my parents gets too crazy, I just send 'em on to the next sibling, and I think it's kept all of us alive, to be honest. I don't know. I don't think it's the same thing. - You know-- - Why not? My mom raised us on her own, and she worked really hard to do that. And with Jabbar, for five years, she was the other parent, you know. She watched him when I was going to school and going to work, and she got up in the middle of the night to feed him. I'm sorry. I just-- I hate that she doesn't feel welcome in our home. You know, it's-- it's killing me. And I'm not choosing her over you. I just owe her everything.
I get it. Anyways, we're gonna need her help when the baby gets here. When the who? When the who gets here? We're having a baby. No! You're pregnant right now? Happy anniversary. No! Are you kidding? - You're pregnant? - Yes. - You have a baby in here? - It's our baby. Come on! "Fitna." "Fitna" is not a word. Ma, "fitna" is a word. It's like I'm fitna-- - Use it in a sentence. - I'm fitna-- - Hello! - Cold out there. What's wrong? Why are you two here on your anniversary? We just wanted to come by and see how everything was going. Oh. Well, everything's okay. Sekou loves having me. Yes, I do.
What's that? - That is not funny. - That's my next word. You guys are playing scrabble? Is that food? Please? Yes, well, my son likes making up words. Mom, that was a real word. - "Fitna." - "Fitna" is a word. - Use it in a sentence. - I'm fitna eat. "Fitna," not a word. - Not a word. - Not in this country. Why are you trying to cheat her, Sekou? Okay, guys. I'm fine, really. You can go back to your celebration. Well, look, we were at dinner, and we were with a new friend. And, um, that new friend thought that I owed you an apology, and I agree. I'm sorry that I talked to you the way I did when we were talking about Jabbar, and I won't let it happen again. It's okay. And, um, so then this new friend wanted to meet you. So now we've-- we've brought him over. - Mm-hmm. - I hope that's okay. Sure. Okay, um, they're in here. And we wanted you to be the first to know. - Oh, my God.
- I'm pregnant. Oh. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, my baby. Yeah. You know, he's banging with the hammer, and he just keeps looking at me. He's getting agitated. He's like... "The leek iz a wassah." And I was just like, "okay, here's $300." So I don't know what was wrong. - But it's fixed. - The lick was wassah. Well, that's how you play the game with him. Trust me. Well, I got something I want to tell you. I, uh-- I've got a bonus coming to me from Christmas. 'Cause you forgot to give me... - No. - My Christmas bonus. No, if you haven't gotten it by now-- You'd like to promote me to head technical advisor. I don't like to act... Impulsively. I like to... You know, think things out and all that.
But sometimes I just want to take a leap of faith and do what I feel is right. And... This feels like it's something I have to do and I want to do. I, uh, I'm gonna move to Minnesota. That is not what I thought you were gonna say. - I'm gonna go back tomorrow. - Tomorrow. I'm gonna find an apartment. And then I'm gonna come back, take care of things here, and I'm gonna close the shop. I'm gonna move there. I'm gonna move there. I, um-- here's the thing. I never met anybody like you. - Ugh. - No, that's the truth. I never thought I would. I never was looking to meet anybody. You're, uh... Very special. But my daughter-- I was watching her, and I just thought, she's gonna be in college. And--you know, I'm gonna blink... - I know. - And she's gonna be in college. Believe me. And if I'm not there, if I'm like an absentee dad-- No, you could never do that. Yeah, I don't want to do that. I know.
Wish there was another way. It's okay. This one comes with hot cocoa today. Grandma, my hair's great. It's perfect, mom. - Wow. - You did a great job. - Thank you. - Hey! Hi. - Hi. - Hey, Zeek. Yeah, glad you could make it. Thanks. - Wouldn't miss it. - Thanks for doing this. Oh, sure. - You look pretty nice. - It went well. But we're just waiting for the results. - You look great. - Thank you. - I look like Gloria Swanson. - This is for you. Oh, thanks. Yeah, he is a berber/schneider skink lizard. They're recommended for beginners, so you probably won't kill him. - Okay. - Probably. - Hey, brother.
- You need to think of a name. What are you doing over here? You brooding? - No, snap-shotting. - I see. - Yeah. - So how's it going? I haven't seen you in a while. What's new? It's true. I mean, if only there was some cool big news you could reveal to me. Did somebody tell you? Come on, man. Look at these people. - I know. - Of course! But I wanted to tell you alone. What is wrong with you? Like, how could you ever think I would be anything other than the proudest person in the entire universe? I don't know. I wanted to tell you personally. And-- I love you so much. I'm so proud of you! I'm excited. Thank God you're staying close to home. Uh, excuse me, Victor Graham? Oh, yes, that's us. - Yay. - The judge will see you now.
Come in. - Oh, your honor. - Hi. - We have, uh-- - We have, uh-- - Yes, yes, come on in. - Bravermans. - All right, yes, I-- - There's actually quite a-- This is Salsa. He's a lizard. - This'll take a while. - All right, well-- That's a good idea. Just, uh-- Okay, all right. Come on in. Come in, please. Come in. - Huh? What? - Okay, close the door. Promise--all right. Okay, every-- please, hello? Everyone, please. All right, welcome. - Ahem. - Thank you. - Hi. - Hi.
All right, so Joel and Julia Graham. - Yes. - Yeah, hi. - That's--yes. - So, now, you understand that by signing this adoption agreement form, you agree to take care of Victor as your own legal child. Right? To provide for his health, his welfare, his educational needs. We do. Yes, your honor. Victor, do you understand? Do you agree to this adoption? Yeah. Okay, then. All right. Well, unless anyone has anything to add, I'm ready to make it official. Your honor, if I may. You may. As grandparents, my wife, Camille, and myself will do the best we can to give Victor what we've given our own children, which is our undying love and support. And also, being a baseball aficionado, uh, I would like to teach him the art of fielding the hot grounder. - Okay. - But hey, that can wait till later, and-- Your honor, I'm sorry. If I may. I'm Adam Braverman. I'm Zeek and Camille's oldest son. And I promise to be your uncle. Listen, your-- your aunt Kristina and I are no substitute for your stellar parents. But we promise to be there for you no matter what. You can always come to me, Victor, if you need help, and I promise I won't rat you out to your mom.
I can give you dating advice. - Yes, yes. - And I can help repair the terrible damage that her dating advice does. What is this? What-- I'm willing to teach you how to ride a motorcycle and play an instrument. Oh, that's much cooler. Your girl troubles will vanish immediately once you know those two things. And you can come to my house anytime. We can play Xbox, and you can sleep over and stuff. Now that you're adopted, you can officially hold my lizards. - Okay. - Thank you, Max. I promise to love you, buddy. Yeah. No matter what. - Me too. - Okay. Okay. Quite a family you're coming into. All right, on this date, January 24, 2013, Joel and Julia Graham have officially adopted Victor Graham. You're now legally their child. You have all the rights of any natural child. Okay. I will hereby sign this order confirming the adoption. - All right. - Yes! Thank you. - Congratulations.
- Yay, welcome. Victor! Whoo! - Congratulations. - Thank you. - All right, Victor! - Whoo! - Congratulations. - All right, Victor. - Welcome to the family. - Welcome to the family. Get in here. Judge, can I use your gavel? Sure, why not, kid? - Yay! - Let's go eat. Go ahead. Whoa! Max. Okay, okay-- Hey, Max! - Wait, wait. - Watch out, please--Max. - Stop. Don't do that. - No, no, no, no. - Can I try it once? - Nope, nope, nope. - Take it easy. - All right.
- Max, that was great. - Come on, Max. Let's go. Can Max and I go to the vending machine? - Yeah, you bet, buddy. - Okay. - Of course. - Thanks, mom. He called me mom. - Thank you so much. - Thank you. - You're welcome. - Sorry. - Good luck. - Okay. Hold the doors. Thank you. Beautiful family you have. They're something, aren't they? Yeah. Hi. I'm, uh, headed to the airport. Mmhmm. And I wanted to-- can you give this to your nephew, the--the kid who doesn't look at anybody? - Max? - Yeah, yeah, Max. You look down to look out, so you don't have to look at people. But you still see people. Somebody gave it to me when I was his age, and I started taking pictures, and-- I don't know.
Give it to him. If he doesn't like it, sell it on ebay. Have a raffle or something. - Thank you. - Yeah. Okay, so the other thing I wanted to say was that, um, I think I might love you. Yeah. Think I might love you, and I know that might sound crazy, and maybe you don't share the feeling, but that's okay. I love you too. Come with me. Okay, let's go. No, I mean, why not, right? I don't, uh-- there's only two people that I care about. You know, you're one of them. All right, look. Just think about it. Yeah. It's gonna be good news. Hey. Let me cut to the chase. You're cancer-free, Kristina. Oh. Sorry, but can you say that again? The P.E.T. Scan showed no irregularities. This confirms my impression that the blood test abnormality was a consequence of one of the meds you got. You are cancer-free. Thank you, doctor. - Oh, my God. - Thank you.
Now, of course, you still need to have - your radiation therapy. - Yeah. We can schedule you for that in four to six weeks. And this is something that we need to track closely. You need to come to regular exams. Your next mammogram will be in three months. We don't use the word "cure" for five years. I understand. I totally understand. But for now, take a deep breath. Relax. Enjoy yourself. Enjoy your family. You deserve it. Thank you so much, doctor. You saved my life. - Thank you, doctor. - You really did. Thank you. - Gimme a hug. - Thank you too. Ah. Thank you. ♪ Lonely cliffs and waterfalls ♪ ♪ if no one sees me, I'm not here at all ♪ ♪ you could be the one to liberate me ♪ ♪ from the sun ♪ ♪ so please ♪ ♪ give the moon to me ♪
♪ I'd be indebted to ya ♪ ♪ walk the dog and pay rent to ya ♪ ♪ if you say the word ♪ ♪ I'm yours ♪ ♪ I'm sure ♪ ♪ hey, nothing ever goes my way ♪ ♪ but with you here that all may have changed ♪ ♪ suddenly I'm a newborn child ♪ ♪ and I'm ready to live a while ♪ ♪ with you ♪ ♪ there's so much left to do ♪ ♪ and so I thank you dearly ♪ ♪ for letting me see clearly ♪ ♪ "open up," she said ♪ ♪ be you ♪ ♪ be true ♪ ♪ now I'm at home in my own skin ♪ ♪ I'm like an ocean whose tide's come in ♪ ♪ you could be the one ♪ ♪ you're true ♪ ♪ you're true ♪ ♪ you're true ♪ ♪ ya-hoo ♪ POLISH TELEVISION presents the TV series realised by AKSON STUDIO Starring: THE TIME OF HONOR series 6 In the last episode Message for Kmicic! I need an good liaison officer.
- Condemned to death. - You've no right! He's a snitch! Wladek... - Let's go to Poland. - What's that? Run, it's an order! Run! Yes, what about us? SIMPLE CHOICE episode 67 How is he? He must live, do you understand? Not much hope, he lost a lot of blood. So what? He's still alive, save him. Quickly. I can't operate by myself. I need another surgeon. So get yourself another surgeon. Everyone's operating on crushed workers. All of Warsaw is praying for them. I can't believe there isn't another doctor in the city! Damn! There is one. One great surgeon. Open up! - Otto Kirchner? - Yes, that's me. We're off. - Who are you?
- Security Office. Quick. Come on. You vouched that everything is under control. - The op is up the spout. - Well, Janisz got arrested. That's it, you weren't to arrest him. It's not our fault, the NKVD caught him. - It's a miracle they gave him to us. - There are no miracles. Now I have to make calls, carry the can for you. They'd take him to Moscow at once. - How is he? - Being operated on. Bad condition but he's cared for by the best doctors. - Are you alright, minister? - It's nothing. We can take it as a success, Janisz is in our hands. The liaison officer ran away, we'll get him. It looks like sabotage. Did you check that guide? He's detained for explanation but I don't think it's him. Your thoughts don't interest me. Interrogate him at once. Yes ma'am! Anything else? - Yes but it's private. - I have no time for private matters. - Go now. - Yes ma'am.
Who are you here for? - I need a place for a warehouse. - What for? Furniture. Come on, they're waiting. Fine, sit him up. Come here. Ciaston, talk, we haven't got all day long. When I have nothing to say. Comrade lieutenant, for God's sake... A believer, damn dog! Wait... Ciaston, chop chop. Say you warned the reactionaries and we're done. I didn't warn anyone. The bastard saw through me, bloody blondie. - Right... - To me he's lying like a dog. Keep working. Later show him pictures of the wanted. - May recognise some. - Yes sir! So, the other leg? Sit! So we're all here. Hello, gentlemen. Hiya. - Krotki. - Kmicic. Cigarette?
American. Shame I quit. From militia comrades. We got one station. - A lottery ticket, eh? - I heard about you. You did the prison in Krzemien. It was needed. Kmicic, you're one good daredevil. - Shame you're not with us. - Meaning? - With NAF. - I don't feel too sorry. You also believe the propaganda? I don't, I just prefer to work alone. So why have you come here? I'm beginning to wonder, you? Hello, gentlemen. I came here to tell you that... I'm the liaison officer of the government in exile emissary. I've come to warn you. The meeting's off, go back to your units. - Why? A leak? - Go back to your units. Wait for further instructions. Off you go. - We may meet again. - We may. Guzik...
Wladek... - What's going on? - SO provocation. My boss got hit, not sure he's alive. - Was someone following you? - I checked a dozen times. - Why the hell did you come back? - To save your arse. Wait until I kick yours. I thought they were going to lock me up. I'm sorry, I needed your help. We both know you'd manage by yourself. But thanks, I got my hands going. - Doctor? - Yes? The prisoner will be guarded at all times. - No one is to approach him. - Fine. Thank you. Excuse me, can we talk? I think Dr Kirchner should be employed by this hospital. That's outside my competences. At least now I know why I left the forest. Didn't you before? All this talk of uniting the underground is a load of crap. Half a litre. Since Rzepecki laid down arms, the boys trust no one. - You talk like the SO want you to. - What do you know... - You've been away nearly a year.
- And a snack. You don't know the situation. - I do. - You do? - From reports, drinking cognac? - Don't take the piss out of me. If I wanted to stay, I wouldn't be back. I'm just telling you things are different now. We have nothing. No weapons, food, medication, nothing. No money... I brought money. You're saying it now? Janisz will split it between all groups. - You said Janisz was dead. - I don't know, we must find out. If he's in their hands, we must rescue him. Rescue... are you mad? We've done it before. You want to attack Toledo? What? Toledo, NKVD prison. Don't you know about it? - Are you refusing? - Michal... This is suicide. Do you know how many men I have in my unit? If Janisz survived, he's at a hospital... - Where? - Mother will find.
Don't get mother into this. LONDON Are you insane? A lynch in London? Only thanks to major Stark did we manage to hush this up. I did it so that it wouldn't be. You can relax. He will go to court for war crimes. - He was judged before. - You don't understand. English authorities aren't bound by our sentences. Not underground ones. - But they are binding to me. - Listen to me. If you had shot the cad, you'd go to prison for years. You're lucky that we managed to hush it up. - I didn't ask you to. - Many officers vouched for you. What do you expect from me? That I'll thank you and forget it? Not at all, lieutenant. We want you to be Karkowski's prosecution witness. I've been telling you. English authorities also want to judge him. Can you promise Karkowski will pay for what he did in Warsaw? I'll do everything I can to make it happen. May I leave? What are you doing? You thought you'd shoot in a city and no one would notice? You promised you'd stop it, Bronek...
Bronek, I'm worried about you. This is not my world. I don't even know what we're doing here. MUNICH Sit down, Rainer. Your information came in very useful. I'm glad. Really? We arrested many of your friends. They weren't my friends. Sure, and you became a Nazi as a result of an unfortunate chance? You know what it was like in Germany before the war. If you were in my place, I could just as well sit on the other side of this desk now. - Let's put our cards on the table. - I'm hoping for that. You have nothing new for us. - Wrong, I know much more. - You know nothing. Don't interrupt. Everyone wants you. Russians, Poles, the English. Three requests. - You promised... - I told you not to interrupt. My bosses also push me to get rid of you. So why don't you? I believe you could still be useful to us for once more. What case? Know the name Johann Blachnitzky?
I'm afraid not. It's a German physicist. One of the brains working on V1 and V2 rocket construction. I have information that he's hiding in Warsaw. No doubt under a different name. He has Polish roots. That's all we know about him. Of course the Russians are after him, too. Sadly I cannot help, I wasn't involved in this, I have no information. You'll find him and bring him here. I'm to go to Poland? You were chief constable in Warsaw, you know the area, you're sure to meet your old informers. - Someone may recognise me. - I'm giving you a simple choice. You go back either as a war criminal or as our agent. Think about it until tomorrow. Corporal... Take the prisoner. - Chains, watches? - Thank you. What do you think, madam? I need tables and chairs but similar ones, because these are all different. Complain to the Germans, not to me. - It's not a prewar shop, love. - Got any matching tables? Cover it with a cloth and it's fine, as long as you put things on top. Why so fussy? They said the client is our lordş. They used to say rubbish.
- How many chairs do you need? - 40. - And 10 tables. - Lord, that many? I don't have such quantities. - Thank you, goodbye. - Goodbye. Security Office. - I haven't done anything. - I don't bite. What did you talk about with the citizen? The ribs haven't healed yet. - It's very painful, isn't it? - I've known worse suffering. I told you you should have stayed in hospital. - Just give me some painkillers. - As you wish. - When will our prisoner be awake? - I don't know. - The clock is ticking. - I'm doing what I can. Colonel Jablonski said they got you this German to help you. Indeed... Dr Kirchner. I still think he should work at this hospital. - Who is he to you? - An expert. And a friend. I'll speak to someone about this. But can't promise anything.
Thank you very much. What are your intentions? It all depends on his state of health. If he survives. he'll become a part of another operation, which has been prepared in case of unforeseen circumstances. If you have any comments, we'll gladly take them into account. You're the commander here. I just need to know what's happening. - All under control. - Excellent. Let him in. Thank you for visiting. Thank you, comrade colonel. I present myself, comrade colonel. Sit down. What are you going to tell us, colonel Jablonski? Still wanting to move to our country? I have great news. It will be possible this year. - This year? - That's not all. You will get a job at the State Department as a translator. Aren't you glad? It's too beautiful to be true. What do you want? Do you, Poles, all have to be so suspicious? You haven't answered me. First you need to do a task in Warsaw. I am to return to Poland? I am wanted there.
You'll get a Swiss passport. But you won't go on your own. With whom? Come in. - Good morning, Ms Celina. - What are you doing here? - Let me explain it. - I'm not interested in explanations. Will you let me in? - Why were you at Lebedev's? - He called me in. - What for? - The same thing as you. - What did you tell him? - Don't worry, he accepted your explanations and called me in to confirm. - Did you? - I thought you trusted me. - Pour some cognac. - You treat me like your subordinate. You are my subordinate. I want to order a headstone with his real name. - I'd wait. - What for? They can't know you as an officer's wife. - I have no intentions to deny that. - I'm just worried about you, mum. - Good morning, mum. - Hello, darling. You'll tell me off for returning to Poland. Not now, later.
We must ask you about something. About what? What do you mean we must? We're looking for someone. A man around 50, a shot wound in the chest. You know many doctors. How many hospitals are in Warsaw? You're looking for someone again? Is that why you're back? Will you help us? You're going with Wladek to the forest now? - I have other tasks. - What tasks? From whom? We don't want to get you involved. Just give me a list of hospitals. In our hospital there is a man over 50 with a shot wound in the chest. But they guard him day and night. What's his name? I don't know, he's still unconscious. - That could be Janisz. - Who? You must take me to him. It's important, mum. I have to tell you something. Let's not talk about work. It's about Katia. - Have you found her? - She's alive, she's in Poland. Where?
Near Lublin, nuns run a shelter there. - You're telling me now? - Earlier you didn't want to listen. Are you sure this is my daughter? Yes, it's definitely her, I checked. - We have to get her as soon as. - We can't now, we have to wait. - They have a smallpox epidemic. - I should get her out. She's under good care, be calm. They'll look after her. One moment. May I? If you want to convince me, you're wasting time. I am not going to work with the cad. - Listen. - I know what you'll say. If I don't agree, I won't get an American visa and you may sack me from your post. Shame but I'll manage. Are you going to let me speak? Can we sit down? I'm not here to blackmail. I know it must be hard after all you experienced in Warsaw. If you do, why do you ask me to work with a murderer? Rainer is a tool, he'll answer for his crimes. - When? - That depends on you. - Me? - May I smoke? A certain German physicist is hiding in Warsaw.
He vanished in April 1945 with important documents on rocket engines. I believe with your help Rainer will lead us to him. You'll seize the documents and come back to Munich alone. And Rainer? He'll be handed to the authorities in Warsaw. For now we need him but he'll answer for everything, also your fiancé. His name was Krzysztof, yes? As you can see, I've not come to ask you to forgive Rainer. It's your opportunity to do justice to him. Please have a think about it. Goodbye. Here are Swiss passports. You're an entrepreneur from Basel, you're his assistant. The IDs are authentic. You'll stay at the Royal hotel. Questions? I have one. I would not like to be misunderstood. What is Ms Celina's actual role? You'll need someone to liaise with your old informers. I see. Thank you very much for agreeing. You know, we worked together before? In a casino in Warsaw. These are the documents regarding your company. Building industry. - When are we leaving? - The car awaits. A car? Great, I love driving.
Is that all? Good luck. Recently I've had the opportunity to stop smoking, but as a building entrepreneur I'll start again. But I need to have... - Please. - Thank you. Thank you. - Good morning, doctor. - Good morning. Then you'll come to number four to change the patient's dressing. Of course, doctor. And here is a patient with high fever and a shot in the lung. It's him. What now? Will he survive the transport? Are you mad? He can't stay in their hands. For now he must stay here. For how long? I'll let you know. Come on. Come on. It's him. Let's go get the boys. - Do you agree? - Is it the first time? Oi! He even looked like a decent man. When asked to promise, he became uneasy. You really think they'll prosecute him?
- Sorry? - Will they prosecute Karkowski? Yes, sure. - You're not listening to me. - I am. Karkowski. The English are to get him. Why would they lie? You trust them? What's going on with you? I'm going back to Poland. I know what I had said but I'm struggling here. I can't sleep. - They'll lock you up. - Probably. - May get a death sentence. - I can't do otherwise. But don't you do it. You have someone to live for. We may not meet again. I didn't think it would go so smoothly at the border. You are a born secret agent. No emotions. Ms Celina... we must cooperate. So maybe we could stop digging in the past and look into the future. - You can't run... - Look where you like. Just shut up. As you wish. - How was the night?
Confessed yet? - Not yet. But you'll start singing, won't you? Keep working. At the end clean up in here, it smells. Keep working... - Thank you for coming. - He was shooting at me. Why am I in prison? Arrest him. Lieutenant Wojciechowski... He shuts up or I'm liable for nothing. Calm down. He claims his name is Andrew Simpson. Liar. Antoni Karkowski, sentenced to death. A Gestapo spy. First he threw himself at me in a pub, then shot at me. I don't know Karkowski. We suspected he was a full-time Gestapo officer. Ours saw him in the Warsaw Rising in an SS uniform. Nonsense, he's a lunatic. - A lunatic. - What are you doing? Every Gestapo officer had a tattoo of their blood group. Managed to get rid of it. I don't know Karkowski. - You're finished. - You are all finished. All of you.
Your shitty Warsaw is gone. Guards! Guards! I'll kill you, you bastard! I told you, a lunatic. Leave us alone. - There's a problem. - Costs are up? Sort of. How, lieutenant? I need furniture. I thought it was something important. No problem with furniture. I have a pretty set ready to hand. A bit bourgeois but really nice. - How many chairs do you require? - 40, and 10 tables. In half an hour. Understood? Understood. Good morning. May I? It's very busy here today. What will this be? - A café. - What? Have you never heard of a café? Cheap, traditional meals. That's something for me. I'm fond of tradition.
Really? Ms Helena, I brought you a small present. For old friendship's sake. - Bring this furniture inside. - Yes, comrade lieutenant. - Good morning, madam. - Good morning. Where shall I put it? - Here. - Quick. - How did you know? - That's my job now. Maybe they don't quite match but... Don't look a gift horse in the mouth. So, are we sorted? I told you. I don't inform the SO. Very well, very well. - I'll be your regular customer. - Please. Here. Come, we'll bring this one too. Comrade lieutenant! Comrade lieutenant, we managed. - Did he confess? - No but something else. - Sorry I'd not let him go as told. - Get on, I'm in a hurry. I showed him some photographs and he recognised the one that hit him on the head. It was him.
Good work. Leave him now, boss wants to take care of the doll. I've put her under observation but I can get her today. Good. - Who's there? - Me, open up. What are you messing around for? What are you doing here? - Change of plans. - Is anything up? Yes, I missed you. - Please. - What's the matter? Don't be too harsh on Sawicki. He really couldn't do anything. The English didn't even ask us. Karkowski's on a ship to Gdynia. - Not only the English don't care. - We do. I'm an officer of the former commander in chief. We think Karkowski is still a danger to the underground in Poland. - He should be liquidated. - Lovely. What to do with this declaration? It's not a declaration, it's a proposition. Will you go to Poland to execute Karkowski's? You're hiding something from me. No, I'm not. I'm just not telling you. Take me on an operation again.
- You said you liked civilian life. - Did I? Yes. I was kidding. Looking for this? Security Office, your I.D. Get him! Where is he? He got away across the roofs. An acrobat or what? Sod him, we've come here for her. Let's go. In the next episode No resistance contact. Say what you know, bitch! - I have 48 hours to leave Poland. - You're going nowhere. You don't want to spend time with me? Come on, Wanda. I prepared a list of people who used to provide me with some services in Warsaw. I'd do anything for the child. Subtitles: Anna Lycett DUBBFILM So, morning team briefing. I thought we should sharpen things up a little and start each day as we... mean to go on. Fidel? Oh. Sorry, chief. It's just that Crazy Ally was throwing a Full Moon party last night and, well...
Yeah, your self destructive link to the lunar cycle is well documented so, er, let's just leave it there, shall we? All of it. You think it'll be quiet here again today? The phone hardly rang at all yesterday. It's too hot. No-one's got enough energy to break the law. Ms Smythe. Carlton. Lovely day. There is a positive aspect to the phone not ringing. No crimes being committed! Peace and goodwill abounding. Hmm? And it reflects very well on the department. If you're bored, chief, there's always the crossword. Yeah, with respect, it's not exactly the Times, is it? Come on. OK. One across. Three letters, begins with S. "It is blue and is all around you." Hmm, that's a tricky one. It's sea. It's blue and all around you. We're on an island. It's the sea. Or sky. Tricky. So, er, what do we know about this place? The Jacaranda Clinic.
Specialises in cosmetic procedures. Very exclusive. You mean expensive? Well, you book in for a face lift, then spend the next two weeks sitting by the pool. By which time all trace of the surgeon's knife has disappeared. And the secret of your eternal youth is safe for another year. The clinic is owned by an English surgeon, Jeremy Tipping. He's been on the island for years. Got the big yacht in the harbour and everything. A real beauty. Even has a Jacuzzi! Police. We've come about the corpse? Impressive. Mmmmm. I meant the ambience. Clearly. Vivaldi? Well, it gives me the creeps. It's so impersonal. They all arrive in their big black cars and then just disappear again. I doubt if anyone here sees anything of the island. It's just like they've never actually been here at all. Ah! Inspector? This way. No, I haven't had a face lift, Inspector. I come here for physiotherapy. An old sports injury. Mala.
My physiotherapist. Beautiful hands. Her name was Valerie Dupree. French. Apparently her husband had just left her for a younger woman. So, the staff and I think it's a simple case of suicide. Do you know if she could swim? Yes. I understand she swam most evenings. How sad you must be to take your own life. Well, let's not jump to conclusions. Selwyn! Hello! Jeremy. This is Detective Inspector Richard Poole, Sergeant Bordey. A pleasure. I'm sorry we're not meeting in better circumstances. Quite. And Mrs Dupree was last seen alive when? Erm, I understand her nurse saw her yesterday evening. And the body was discovered? First thing this morning. One of our guests found her. We will try to keep the disruption to a minimum, Jeremy. Isn't that right, Inspector? Yes. Absolutely. Good. Well I'll just go and get dressed. Er, the ambulance has been held up, so Dwayne and Fidel are moving the body inside.
Mmmm? Out of sight. Oh right, yeah. You know this pot's been moved. And, er, it's been chipped. Look. This is just awful. The poor woman. I-I-I was just in town, I just got back. And you are? Sorry, erm, I'm Anna Jones. Erm, Doctor Anna Jones. You work here? Yes, I'm the general manager. But you're a doctor? Of psychology. Oh? Part of my job is that I screen the clients. Oh, so, you must have examined Mrs Dupree? Er, yeah, I did. Erm, which I'm not feeling particularly comfortable with right now. She was clearly depressed. Her husband of 25 years had just started divorce proceedings. But I, I honestly thought that the cosmetic procedure would give her a fresh start, you know, help her feelings of low self esteem. But, erm, clearly I was wrong. Sorry, I'm so sorry. Hello? Hi, yes, Mrs Katzenburg. Mm-hmm, yeah, yeah, yeah. Can I call you back?
Yes, in five minutes. Thank you. OK, bye. Is there anything else I can help you with? If we could just see Mrs Dupree's room? Then we can get out of your way. Yes, absolutely. It's this way. Sir? Hmm, yes, yeah. Coming. Erm, Carlton here took care of her, so he can show you everything you need. Thank you. Oh, sorry about this. Erm, yes? Right, aha. So, how well did you know Mrs Dupree? It was her first visit here. And you last saw her, when? Drug round. 'Bout 9.30pm? All the patients get heparin, Mr Tipping is very insistent. Heparin? An injectable anticoagulant. Enables wound-healing by preventing blood clot formation. Right. So you gave her the injection as normal? Sure. Same as every night. Did you speak to her? Dr Jones is very particular.
She doesn't encourage conversation with the clients. So, assuming she died some time that night, you may well be the last person to see her alive? I couldn't say. She was my last patient on the round. I just give her the injection and go straight home. All right, thank you. We'll be fine from here. No note? Do you know what this is? Er, hmm, tea? Not any old tea. This is Da Hong Pao. Hmmm? You know, gram for gram this is more expensive than gold. Camellia sinensis, if I recall correctly. You know when Nixon visited China, they gave him two ounces of this as a gift. Two ounces! Imagine. It's half empty. A little strange, don't you think? Why? Well you go to the trouble of making yourself a cup of the most expensive tea in the world... Oh, I love this bag! Ahem! You go to the trouble of making yourself a cup of the most expensive tea in the world and then halfway through, you put down the cup, go out to the pool and drown yourself? People can be spontaneous. They do strange things. I disagree. You know, throughout my career I've found them to be surprisingly predictable, provided you truly understand their motives, of course. So, why drink only half a cup of tea?
Maybe she used it to wash down the rest of these? Diazepam. Mm-hmm. Sleeping tablets. Tea or no tea, the truth is that this woman felt so alone, so miserable, that she'd take her own life. While I disapprove of assumptions in principle, in this case, you may be right. There's nothing here. Let's go. I know what you're thinking, Sergeant Bordey, but this is very probably the last thing she drank before she committed suicide and, as such, we should test it. You mean you should test it? Absolutely. I'm surprised they don't get that fixed, the money they charge. Must be like being pushed around on a supermarket trolley. We found this in her dressing gown pocket, sir. Nothing else. Well, see what you can recover from it. Last calls, surviving prints. We may at least be able to determine time of death for the coroner. Sure. Well, team? All finished? Yes. And? Most likely suicide. So, just as I said? Yes. Apart from the tea. The tea? Yes, Valerie Dupree made herself an expensive pot of tea, yet failed to drink it. There are some important people at the clinic, Inspector.
Rich people with great influence. All of whom we want to welcome to the island with open arms. I'm sure you understand me? Yes, sir. Liming? Is that a word? Of course it is. It means hanging out with your friends and having a beer. You know, taking it easy. Relaxing. Really? Mm. Well, it fits. The pathologist's report on the suicide lady. So it is suicide? Seems so. Cause of death - hypoxia, cardiac arrest. Chlorinated water found in lungs, correlates with suicide by drowning, no sign of trauma. Apart from... Recent surgery to the face, thought to be cosmetic in nature. Blood tests showed traces of glycosaminoglycan, which tallies with reported anticoagulant unfractionated heparin. That's it. What about the diazepam? Sir? In her blood. There's no sign of that here. But we found an empty bottle of diazepam in her room. That's what we assumed she took. Well, there's nothing here. It could have worked its way through her system?
Not a dose big enough to knock her out. What about her medical records? Any history of blackouts, fainting? No. Any long term medical condition at all? Epilepsy? Seizures? No, nothing. Maybe she just slipped and fell? Then where's the trauma? A lump or swelling? Broken skin? There isn't any. So, a reasonably fit and able swimmer, Valerie Dupree, makes herself a very expensive cup of tea then takes barely a single sip before leaving her room and walking to the swimming pool and throwing herself in. Then, using nothing more than her own willpower, she holds herself down under the water until she drowns. So you're saying it wasn't a suicide? And it couldn't have been an accident? Which means? Somehow, as unlikely as it seems... I think she was murdered. Well, the pathologist's report was clear - there were no other factors in her death - she drowned. How can that be? Maybe someone held her in the pool. The only logical explanation. And yet... What? Well, imagine you're taking a midnight swim and I decide to drown you. What do you do? Aaargh! OK, let me rephrase that.
You're not a trained police officer. I'm not? No, you're a depressed woman with no apparent aptitude for self defence. Oh, OK, all right. Well, then, I'm drowning, struggling for air, I guess I'd struggle. Yet the victim showed no signs of restraint bruising to the neck or shoulders. No hyoid bone fracture, you know. Try and subdue her and her characteristic injury patterns would be impossible to avoid. Well, what if it was just a little push down in the back of the...? No, you don't, no, you don't. No, I mean, whichever way you do it, I think we've established it's impossible to hold someone down, under water, without giving them so much as a bruise. And then there's the tea conundrum. Is there a problem? I'm afraid there is. Perhaps you could enlighten me. We're no longer sure that Valerie Dupree's drowning was a suicide. I don't... I don't think I understand. You're suggesting it was some kind of accident? I'm suggesting she was murdered. Well, that's nonsense. We're going to need a complete list of your staff and clients. But just hang on a minute, what are you basing this assertion on? Well, that's a police matter. If you could just provide me with what I've asked for. Absolutely not. That's confidential information. Sorry, but as I'm now treating this as a murder enquiry, I must insist. We can always get a warrant.
And until the investigation is complete, I'm going to have to request that you close the clinic, temporarily. No-one enters, no-one leaves. And we'll be confiscating passports. You're imprisoning my clients? Just until the interviews have been completed and they've been eliminated from our enquiries. I mean, the poor woman was just floating there. Face down! Can I ask you how well you knew Mrs Dupree? Oh, not at all really. I mean, we just passed the time of day. Her husband was rich, I know that. She was a feisty one. You should have heard her on the phone to him. Well, one assumes it was her husband. One couldn't help overhearing. She was quite animated about something. Would you say she was angry or upset? I'd say both. I mean, everyone divorces in the same language, don't they? Besides, after three useless husbands, one learns the signs. So you're not married now? I was. Yes. Three tries to finally get it right and then my darling number four goes and dies on me. You must miss him. Yes, I do. Terribly. He was... a force of nature. We just had so much fun together. Well, if you want to have some fun, maybe you should see some more of our island.
Why come all this way and not experience it? Well, because everything I need is right here. If you change your mind and want to see more of the real Saint Marie, this is my mother's bar. Oh, thank you. That's very kind. My pleasure. OK, I think we're done here. So if you think there is anything else might be important? Well, since you ask. Now, I'm not one to gossip, but I had started to wonder whether she wasn't one of those older women who prey on younger men. Oh. Sexually. Yes. Anyone in particular? Ah. I think they were having some kind of lover's tiff. I couldn't hear what was being said but it all sounded terribly passionate. I appreciate you've got more questions, but my patient's already on the table. Well, quite frankly, as head of this establishment, I would hope that I could count on your cooperation. Yes, yes, well, quite right. Look, why don't we both act like proper Englishmen and compromise? Come and join me in theatre and I'll do my best to answer your questions there. Theatre? Actually, it'll be nice to have some time to chew the fat with a fellow countryman. Changing room's this way. So you weren't in a relationship with her? Absolutely not. Then can I ask you where you were that night? In my room.
Alone? Yeah. Worse luck. Hmm. Is there anything else I can help you with? Yes. I'd like your passport. Can we get some more light here, please? I can't see a thing. It's like trying to operate in The Black Hole of Calcutta. Oh, slightly better. Ah, you're operating on her... Right. Good. Not sure this is quite the... Beautiful woman, perfectly equipped. Now, you tell me, are these too small? Well, I wouldn't... Hold this for me, would you? I did what I always do. Worked until ten and then I went home, took the phone off the hook. With a job like this, you need your downtime. Clients can be pretty demanding. I can imagine. And Dr Tipping? Mr. He's a surgeon. They're always a Mr. Don't forget it. It's guaranteed to set him off.
So, he can be difficult? He has a temper. But he's an artist, A perfectionist, and people like that need everything to be just so. I spent the night on my yacht. Caught up on a bit of correspondence, polished off the last of the single malt and then turned in. And can anyone confirm that or...? You could take my word for it. Failing that, the harbour master should back me up. Our clientele are rich, important people. You can understand why they insist on total discretion. Which is why you discourage your nurses from even talking to them? We're a sanctuary, Detective Bordey. There's no autographs, no chit-chat. Our staff are paid well to obey the rules. This is a business first and a hospital second. Oh, sorry. Hello? Uh-huh. OK, yeah, Tell her I can deal with it right away. Look, I have to deal with this. If there's anything else I can help you with? Could you...? Finger should do it. To tell the truth, economic meltdown and all that, we were, we were struggling. Anna came along with a new marketing strategy, encouraged me to push the whole privacy thing. Top class clients, total discretion assured. And now here we are - one big, happy family. Light! I need light for God's sake! Hot stones, sauna, they're virtually sauteed then they lie out in the sun, which basically amounts to grilling.
Why don't they just go the whole hog and pop themselves in the microwave? Have you finished? Sorry, was I ranting? Yes. Well, quite frankly, Camille, some things qualify for a rant. I'm not sure what the exact criterion is, but I'm pretty sure it'd include holding a stranger's nipple in place while someone else sews it on! Well, I'm glad you find it amusing, I could be scarred for life. Now, where were we? Oh, yes, where? Mrs Dupree was last seen around 9.30pm by her nurse, Carlton Reynolds. He gave her medication of heparin. Dr Jones finished work and left the clinic shortly after 10pm and spent the evening alone at home. Mr Tipping said he was on his boat. The harbour master confirms he saw lights on the boat, though, of course, that doesn't mean he was actually there. One thing did come up, though - Jayne Smythe thought that Mrs Dupree may have had a lover's tiff with one of the other guests. Who? Paul Vincent. He denies the liaison. Says he's having a... blepharoplasty? Eyelid tuck, from the Greek. And do you believe him? About Mrs Dupree? Oh, yes, I do. Chief! The Commissioner's at the station, he's looking for you. He doesn't seem very happy. I thought I made it perfectly clear.
Any disruption at the clinic was to be kept to an absolute minimum. Next you're confiscating passports? Then you announce it's no longer a suicide, but a full blown murder enquiry. Yes, well, there were significant inconsistencies. Inconsistencies? Yes, sir. Such as? Well, we were led to believe that Valerie Dupree drowned despite being fit, healthy and a competent swimmer. We found an empty pill bottle in her room, but no sign of that medication in her bloodstream and, and finally, she makes herself a very expensive cup of tea and walks out and kills herself halfway through drinking it. The tea conundrum. Tell me, at least you've managed to establish some kind of motive. A reason anyone would have wanted her dead? Well, we're working on that, sir. All right. Talk me through the murder. How was she killed? Well, we're working on that, too, sir. Any evidence of an assault? No, sir. Witnesses? So the sum total of the evidence that led you to put this island's most wealthy and most influential people under virtual house arrest consists of a few inconsistencies and a half-drunk cup of tea. I'm going to let you run with this. For now. Not because I think you're right, but simply because there is something I've always wanted to say since I joined the force. You've got 24 hours to solve this case. Do we understand each other? Yes, sir. Sir. Commissioner. He says he has every faith in us.
So let's set up the board. Dwayne. Chief. Go through the passports, I want full background checks on everyone at the clinic - staff and guests. I'm on it. Fidel. Sir. The victim was seen angry during a phone call. Everyone assumes it was with her wayward husband - let's double check. Sir. Camille. I want you to have another crack at this Paul Vincent. We have a witness saying they'd had a disagreement. If they weren't having an affair, what were they talking about? Threaten to arrest him for wasting police time. It will be my pleasure. I thought we'd done this. I told you, I hardly knew the woman. Yeah, I believe you weren't having an affair. But we still have a witness who saw an argument. We weren't arguing. Then what? Look... how about we make a deal? I'll answer your questions if you give me my passport back. I run my own business and our biggest client is on the verge of switching to a rival supplier. What kind of business? Flowers. So you're a florist? It's the perfect product. Perishable and constant demand.
I built the firm up from nothing and now we've got 20 people on the payroll. And if I don't get back to talk to my clients in person we'll all be out of a job. OK, we can do a deal. You answer my questions and maybe I won't arrest you. Look. I tried my best to be nice, but she just wouldn't take no for an answer. In the end, I had to make my feelings clear. That's it? That's it. She didn't like it. I didn't want a big drama so I went back to my room and stayed there. Ah, which means you still have no alibi. So business or not, there's no way I can sanction you leaving the island. What if someone could prove where I was? So you don't deny you spent the whole night in Paul Vincent's room? No. Then why lie and say you went home? I forbid my staff from even starting conversations with the clients. So how would it look if they knew I was sleeping with one of them? You know, I can't imagine what Mr Tipping would do. What time did you go and meet him? So I went after I finished work and Carlton, he was leaving. And what time was that? Ten, maybe a few minutes afterwards. Paul was waiting for me. I know that it was a stupid thing to do, but Paul can be a very determined man and that can be hard to resist. Aren't you going to get that? No, no, it's fine. That's not important. Look, Paul and I spent the entire night together.
There is no way he could have killed anyone. And career or no career, if I have to, I will swear to that in court. So am I in the clear? Dr Jones has confirmed your alibi. So when can I have my passport back? All papers will be returned the moment the case is officially closed. But if I'm no longer a suspect... Hey, she backed you up. She didn't have to. Tyre pas trop sur la corde. Don't push your luck. Oh! Chief. Paul Vincent's records. All checks out. Born right here in Honore Hospital. And no criminal record. No-one else at the clinic has anything previous either. What about her phone? We're still waiting for the network to get back to us. If she drowned, she can't have been moved. If she was moved, she can't have drowned. And why abandon an expensive cup of tea halfway through? Well, maybe she was disturbed, she had a visitor or she just didn't like it. No, no, no, no, this is Da Hong Pao we're talking about. It's priceless. Which suggests that, for some reason, she couldn't finish it. But why? Unless... If she was poisoned then wouldn't the lab have picked it up in her bloodstream?
Possibly. But if I'm right, whatever poisoned her should still be present in the tea itself and in a much higher concentration. Which, in theory, would make it easier to detect even with rather rudimentary equipment like this. I didn't even know we had this. It's actually mine. You know you can get these on the Internet? It's still quite functional, especially if you pimp it with a little ammonium metavanadate. So, anyway, five different chemical reagents. Any abnormal chemical groups will react with the appropriate reagent and produce an almost instant colour change. How instant is instant? Any second now. Nothing. Which means it's just... Tea. It's just tea. OK, so what now? I think we should put the kettle on. The pot was moved, damaged in the process then put back in the wrong place, leaving a ring. Now, you've seen the clinic - it's spotless. So the cleaner would have cleaned the ring on the floor during the daily round. So we can infer the damage was done the previous night. But how? We know there wasn't a struggle - she had no injuries. What if she knocked it on the way to the pool? A suicidal woman carefully replaces a damaged pot before lowering herself silently into the water? No. The tea. The tea has to hold the key. If it didn't poison her, why prepare it and only drink half a cup? She was disturbed.
By her killer. Carlton Reynolds was the last person to see her. Have you got Dr Jones' new statement? Yes, it's here. She saw Carlton last night, didn't she? Yes. She said it was past ten. Yes, but he told us he went home around 9.30. Which gives him 30 minutes to have murdered Valerie Dupree. Come. Let's see where he's off to. But the inspector said to bring him in. Ah, it's called initiative. Yeah, it's also called disobeying a direct order from a senior officer. Dwayne, and now he's getting away, look. Come on, baby. OK, how about a sump full of fresh oil? And this time I won't get it from the tractor. Ah, good girl. What's he doing? I don't know. You know there's absolutely no point in running. Hey! You see that? Watch and learn. Go on, you. Don't struggle, you make it worse for yourself. That's the fourth time you've tested that tea. One can't be too thorough, sergeant. Fidel.
He hit me. It's a free clinic. No-one pays a penny. I only take what's about to expire - half-opened boxes, ready to be disposed of. Perfectly good medication thrown away? It's crazy. So when you told us you left the clinic at 9.30? I stop off at the pharmacy. I just take a few things each time. That way, no-one notices. When I have enough, I advertise a clinic. It's mostly women, children, mothers. People who need help but can't afford the doctor's bills. So you've been running an unlicensed clinic with stolen medication? Why run then? You assaulted a police officer. I thought Dr Jones had sent you. I guess I just reacted. I'm sorry about your nose. I'd be happy to take a look at it? What's your relationship with Valerie Dupree? I was her nurse. When Mrs Dupree arrived, she was heartbroken. She just wanted to talk. Her husband had had an affair. A younger woman. She panicked, ran out and arranged to have surgery. But now she was here, nothing had changed. She was scared and lonely. I listened to her.
That's all. You say Valerie was scared. That sounds like an unusual emotion. Her world had just caved in around her. Her husband doesn't love her. No children, friends taking sides and now a face she don't even recognise. Wouldn't you be afraid to face the world again? You think she was unhappy with her surgery? I know she was. She had already contacted her lawyer. Listen, that night, when I was with her, I knew she wanted to talk, wanted someone to listen. But I was tired. It'd been a long day. So I walked away. I could have helped her and I just walked away. And that's something I have got to live with for the rest of my life. Thank you. You've been most helpful. I think we have all we need here. So am I free to go? Unless Officer Best wishes to make a complaint? I guess we both made a mistake. Thank you. Dwayne, see that nurse Reynolds gets his property back. Sir. The phone company. Yes. Valerie Dupree made three phone calls on the day she died. All to the same number in Paris.
I just checked it out. It was a French lawyer. She was going to make a complaint about the clinic. I think we may have found our motive. Sorry, sorry. I was held up in surgery. Well, I assume your presence here means we're making progress? Possibly. Did you know that Valerie Dupree made three calls to a firm of personal injury lawyers the same day she died? Please. You're implying I murdered her because she threatened legal action against my clinic? People have been killed for less. Do you recognise the name of this lawyer? No, I've never heard of him. Good, because that's my shopping list - it says bananas and sun block. Your eyesight's failing, isn't it, Mr Tipping? Why else would you keep complaining about the light in theatre? Yet if you were just short sighted, why not wear glasses or contact lenses? It all suggests to me this is more than a simple refractive problem. It started about a year ago. I thought it was just old age, that I needed glasses. But... things got worse. In the end, I got on a plane and went to see an old colleague back at Moorfields. Turns out I'm a bit of a rarity. I have retinitis pigmentosa. The sight fades, day by day. I think the word he used was inexorable. There is no treatment. I'll end up blind. And yet you continue to operate?
Well, what I do here isn't real surgery. Besides, most of the procedures I could do with my bloody eyes closed anyway. Look, Inspector... I'm a surgeon, this... is my life. I thought I could cope, that I had another maybe 12 months. But... Valerie Dupree's face simply wasn't up to snuff. Her scars were going to be visible - she had every right to complain. But I never... I never imagined that it would make her take her own life. You still believe she committed suicide? Yes, I do. I'm not proud of what happened, Inspector. I'm prepared to take my share of the blame. I shouldn't have operated on her. But that doesn't make me a murderer. I just can't see a way through. I mean, Tipping had a motive but I don't believe he's a killer. Carlton was the only one who had the opportunity, but would he really kill to cover up his theft? Paul Vincent? Though he swears there was no relationship. Quite. And this looks nothing like a crime of passion. Dr Jones is also missing means, motive and opportunity. Maybe this will be the one that gets away. Hmm? We still have a bit of time left. Not enough. Once we give them their passports back, they'll all be gone.
No. Something new will turn up tomorrow. So, any plans for tonight? Oh, yeah, I thought I'd wait till it gets dark then spend a couple of hours with Lucy. Excuse me? I've had her since I was fourteen. Christmas 1984. You gave your telescope a name? Long John Silver has a telescope. Lucy is a precision optical instrument. I realised that there's one good thing about living in a shack on a beach on an island in the middle of nowhere - zero light pollution. And you? Oh, just taking it easy. Nothing really. Liming? Is that liming? No, not exactly. You see, I hear people say that, that they're doing nothing, but what does it exactly consist of? What are its constituent parts? Define nothing. I'm not sure I understand the question. Yeah, that's just it, isn't it? You don't understand the question and, no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to understand the answer. Maybe some things are supposed to remain a puzzle. Like the mysterious death of Valerie Dupree. Yeah, let's see what tomorrow brings. Good night. Good night, Lucy. Good night, Camille.
Morning, Chief. Anything? Honore police station. Ah, yes, hold on one moment, please. Sir, it's the Commissioner. He says your 24 hours are up, we need to return the passports to the clinic guests. So that's it, I can go? That's it. You can get back to running your floral empire. Yes, I can. You never mentioned you were born on Saint Marie. I read your paper, it says you were born here in Honore. Sure. My parents moved off the island when I was ten. So, when I saw the clinic was here, I had to give them a call. You can't fight fate. I got to go. I just thought it was strange, that's all. When I was at the clinic earlier, I spoke to him in French. At the time, I thought he just hadn't heard me, but how is it that someone who'd have gone to school here doesn't know a word of French? Well, I know plenty of people who went to school in England who can't speak English. Maman, do you remember a boy called Paul Vincent? Late 1970s, local family. No. I knew the Vincent family, but they had two girls. No, wait, they had a son who died very young. It was so sad. I think his name was Paul. But maybe I'm wrong. Ms Smythe looks happy.
How do you know? She can't smile. In fact, she's had so much work done, I'm surprised she can move a muscle. She didn't drink it because she couldn't drink it. The answer's been staring me in the face. Quite literally. 'Our clientele are rich, important people.' Yes? 'They insist on total discretion.' 'This is a business first and a hospital second.' I need a list of all the clients in the clinic. You've had it, sir. Not the ones there now, well, those too, but going back, say, two years. And crosscheck with the immigration records - when they arrived in Saint Marie and when they left. Dwayne, get everyone together, Commissioner too. I'll be at the clinic in an hour. Camille, with me. Where to? The public records office and then the graveyard, obviously. Bye. Chief! Paul Vincent has left the clinic. Cab driver said he's gone down to the marina. Come! Toss a coin? No way, it plays havoc with my hair. Whoa! That way! Dwayne!
Dwayne! Not on my watch. Aargh! I honestly didn't expect that to work. This had better be good. No. It had better astound me. I've called you all here because Valerie Dupree did not commit suicide. Every murder investigation has to focus on three things - means, motive and opportunity. Usually those things all point towards one person. However, in this case, only nurse Carlton Reynolds, the last person to see the victim alive, seems to have the opportunity. On the night of the murder, you thought she wanted to tell you something. You said she seemed frightened, wanted to leave the clinic. Yes. You assumed it was fear of the future, however, I now believe she was afraid for her life. The Jacaranda Clinic prides itself on absolute discretion. Clients quietly come and go. As Sergeant Bordey said, it's like they've never actually been here at all. And that's the whole point, isn't it, Dr Jones? Please, can I have your phone? Thank you. And the other one? I thought having two phones was strange, but I dismissed it. That was a mistake. Because once I realised that the white one was for the legitimate clinic and the black one was for some kind of illegal operation... Yes. Everything started to fit together. White for good, black for bad. Your own private joke at everyone else's expense.
Because it's essential you know exactly who's ringing you, isn't it? You told me that the clinic was losing money until Dr Jones arrived. You explained how she'd turned the place around with a new marketing strategy. You didn't restructure the existing business at all, did you? You simply used it as cover for another one. Helping criminals begin new lives. By finding someone of a similar age to them who died young and stealing their details. You provided new faces and new identities. St Marie is the perfect location. No electronic records means it's almost impossible for police and borders to crosscheck. You know, I have absolutely no idea who this gentleman is, but I do know he is not Paul Vincent. The real Paul Vincent died over 35 years ago as a small child. Absolute rot! Selwyn? Carry on, Inspector. You can't make these allegations without proof! Records. Of clients who have stayed at the clinic over the past two years. Among them, you'll find 18 people also recorded as deceased. I understand your medical prowess may be on the wane, but even in your heyday, I doubt you could resurrect the dead. No, the clinic was being used as a one-stop shop for identity theft with the occasional spot of cosmetic surgery when needed - as in Mr Vincent's case - to finish the job. All run by Dr Jones, under everyone's nose. We've already established Valerie Dupree was frightened the night that she died. We also have a witness who saw her clearly uncomfortable in the presence of the man we know as Paul Vincent. 'I think they were having some kind of lover's tiff.' Things weren't quite as they seemed. I now believe that Valerie Dupree had somehow discovered the truth behind what Dr Jones and her special clients were up to. She was, in fact, petrified of Mr Vincent. So he's the murderer? Is that what you're saying?
This man is undoubtedly a criminal, but he is not, as far as I'm aware, a murderer. Then who is? Valerie Dupree's life was taken by the only person who had the opportunity. Carlton Reynolds. No! I swear! I didn't do it! The first thing that bothered me about this case was a simple cup of tea. Why go to the trouble of making an expensive pot of tea yet fail to drink it? Unless you were disturbed. In this case, by their killer. Valerie Dupree was killed by the most powerful toxin known to man - a substance this clinic uses every day yet which no lab would ever find unless they were looking for it - botulinum toxin. Harmless enough when used to remove wrinkles yet fatal in the hands of a killer. Administered unwittingly by Carlton Reynolds... but prepared very deliberately by Dr Anna Jones. You waited for the moment that Valerie's Heparin injection was ready to be administered and then you swapped it for a massive overdose of botulinum toxin. Carlton continued his rounds, not knowing he was now carrying a lethal syringe. What happened? Did she come to see you? Perhaps to tell you she had called her lawyer and was going to complain? Whatever she was planning, she never got that far, did she? Instead, I think she overheard exactly what was going on at the Jacaranda. An illegal identity fraud racket involving some very unpleasant people. You knew you had to silence her. And that what you'd added to her medication would paralyse every muscle in Valerie Dupree's body within minutes. With her lungs paralysed and unable to breathe, Valerie died in her own bed. You then simply moved her, silent and unseen, on a trolley like any other patient. Yet the trolley had a bent wheel, making it difficult to manoeuvre. Which was why you knocked into a terracotta plant pot by the pool. Then you slid the body of Valerie Dupree into the pool to make it look like she'd drowned herself.
All so that your criminal endeavours weren't exposed. Valerie felt she'd lost her beauty as well as her husband, but you took away the most precious thing of all - her life. Lock her up. My dear fellow, it seems I may have been a little harsh on the phone the other day. What can I do to make it up to you? Ohhh. It seems our mysterious Mr Vincent's real name is Emilio Suarez. Big time drug runner. Wanted in Florida and five other states. With a bit of luck, they'll throw away the key. I couldn't agree more. Anything else come in? Nothing. It's still quiet. Right, well, in that case, I suppose we should just, you know, lime? I've actually drawn up a schedule for the rest of the week. Here. It's pretty self explanatory. Nothing too taxing but then I suppose that's the point. OK. So, it's Friday, it's 12.02 and we are playing... My favourite board game. Unless anyone has any objections? Well, I... OK, Fidel. You're in the hot seat. Professor Plum, in the dining room, with the lead piping? Is that wrong? I think we've established Professor Plum was nowhere near the piping, lead or otherwise. OK.
Dwayne? This is it? This is the game? OK, another pass. Camille? Can we, please, play something else? Like what? I don't know. Twister? Hide and seek? Don't be so childish. Come on. Right. Colonel Mustard? No. Miss Scarlet. I told you, you can't keep shouting out names, it doesn't work like that. Reverend Green. No! Well, one of them must be right! Yes, but that's hardly the point, is it? Look, can we please just play the game properly? No. Ah. Jayne Smythe looks ten years younger. Amazing what love can do. This is it? Sergeant Bordey, I'm going to count down from five and then, by the officially ratified Poole family rules of Cluedo, you miss your turn. Five, four... You should try it you know - love.
Look, are we playing this game or not? All I'm saying is... Right. Fine, you win. Game over. One caught in an explosion, the other one shot dead. I hope they haven't wasted any money on the lottery. These are actual treasure hunters, is that right? I'm afraid they are. Maybe you found something. Like what? You tell us. I get half. That was the deal. I was just wondering about... If there was any word from London? Yes. No. Have you got a problem with me? Yes. Someone clearly wants us to believe these are deaths brought about by a dead pirate's curse. Whoever it is, they're after me, aren't they? I want to quit. All the boys play soccer. - So what? I don't want you to become a loner. A what? - Someone who's always alone. But you are too, aren't you?
Hi. - Hi. Last time we tied with Bruggebroek. We have to beat them this time. I hope I score the winning goal. Maybe I can take the cup home. Dad! Go, go, go. Shoot, shoot. What are we going to do? - Win! Finn! What are you looking at, man? The ball's down here. Loser. Hey, monkey. He can't do anything. - He can, but he doesn't want to. Don't be stupid, man. He can't do a thing. Wait. No one lives here anymore. Sausages. Frank, he's home. Sorry I didn't come and watch. I had to finish something. And I didn't have the money. Again. Next time. OK?
Where's your bike? My bike doesn't want to carry home any losers. It locked itself and threw away the key. Just because you scored in your own goal? - How do you know? Tell your bike not to be so silly. It can happen to anyone. Mrs. Eising told you, I guess. Go get your bike. How did you do that? It's a matter of practicing. Bike in the rack! What are you doing? Why am I not allowed to know what's in that cupboard? You've got your stuff and I've got mine. Why did it take so long? Where were you? A magician moved into that old farm on the Main Street. That farm is uninhabitable. - A man's living there now. With a magic wand, I guess. - No, with a violin. Rinse your boots in the kitchen. Come on. Then take a shower and straight to bed. Finn that man with the violin what did he look like? Finn? Where did you see him? Inside? Outside?
Did he see you? Did he say anything? What did he do? Play. On his violin. Where? In the garden. He played and then... - Was he big? Grey hair? Old? Why do you have to know all this? Because I'm your dad. - Do you know him, by any chance? No. You do. Who is it? The big bad wolf, I think. Go to sleep. Dad? Do you ever think about mom? Every day. Sleep well. - Sleep well. Hi. - Hi. I'm going to show you something. - OK. What is it? - Can you keep a secret?
A man moved in there. He has a violin he can do magic with. I don't believe that. - Wanna bet? I saw it myself yesterday. So what did he conjure up? - My mom. But she's dead. She was in that garden yesterday. I can show you after school. - Either you're crazy or you dreamed it. Are you crazy? - No. Then you dreamed it. - No, I didn't. You never believe me. Psst, monkey... Got him. - Hey, Fred! Get out. In the hallway. Should I talk to your dad again? - No. You know what you'll get then. - A good spanking. Gross. There. Come here. Guys, get out your math book. Section six, exercise four.
OK, I'll come with you after school. But I have to tell my mom first. OK, sweetie. I may be home late. Don't wait with dinner. Hi, dad. - Hey. How are you? - Fine. Hi, Finn. - Hi. Everything all right? Staying for dinner? - Yes. Hi, mom. Want some, Finn? I'd rather go to the woods with Gerrit. - He can come too. We're going on Gerrit. Be careful, Erik. Feet in the stirrups and wear your boots. And don't forget your cap. What did your mom die of, anyway? Of me. On Christmas Eve. When I was born, she died. Hey, if he can conjure up my mom with his violin he might be able to do the same with your brother. I'm not coming to that farm. Say 'hi' to your mom. Could you play something for me?
Just like yesterday. Why not? My fingers. Are you a magician? Sometimes I turn a frog into a prince, but other than that... Do you happen to have a frog with you? No. - Too bad. Or I could have shown you. - You can try, can't you? Why? I'd like to see my mom again. Your mom? She was over there yesterday when you were playing. In the snow. - I didn't... Did it snow yesterday? I think I have to disappoint you. I can't do magic. But sometimes music can put a spell on people. It touches your heart and for a minute it seems as if you're somewhere else. Maybe yesterday you remembered something. A nice moment from when you were little. I don't have any nice memories. And no nice moments either. So what did your mom look like? Just like in the picture. Picture? - Yes, the one in my dad's room. I think that my violin touched your heart yesterday.
But that wasn't magic. Someone can only touch hearts after slogging away for years and years. Practice, practice, and more practice. If I may give you a tip I wouldn't take it up. You'll have no time left. Not for your friends, for nobody. Can I hold it for a minute? This won't attract your mom. Look The other side. You're right-handed. Bow with your right hand. On your shoulder, like this. Like that. Move it up and down. Begin like this. Up. Like this. By yourself. Go ahead. Well Maestro. Luuk. - Finn. I want to take violin lessons. - Pardon? I want to play the violin instead of soccer. I know his name. It's Luuk. Did you say 'Luuk'? - Yes. But... is Luuk in Hosselen?
- Yes. Finn, leave him be. I'm sorry. How do you know Luuk? Noodles. I'll be brief and that's the end of the discussion. Don't go to that old farm again. Is that clear? It's dirty and filthy and there's nothing there for you. Why? - There are things you can't understand yet. We'll discuss them when you're older, but not now. Understood? But I want to take violin lessons. - Nonsense. You're a normal Dutch boy who likes to play soccer and that's that. Sorry, Finn, I'm not angry. I'm just worried. Luuk is someone... He's only caused misfortune. Leave him alone. OK? Then he'll go away. I'm glad you can't take violin lessons. I'd miss you at soccer. Hey, dad. I'll see you at practice. Hey, little guy. How was it? We'll take my secretary home.
Her bike broke down. There we go. Hey, Frank. - Hey. Go and get your bike. Why did you pick me up from school? - Fun, isn't it? Membership fees. Let's kick the ball around. I'll be the keeper and you score. I've got homework. Tell me when you're leaving. I'll bike along. Dad, can I borrow your bike? My bike? - Mine has a flat tire. I want violin lessons. Does your dad know you're here? Why are you two having a fight? - Grown-up stuff. Long time ago. Why did you come back here? Why don't you just go and play soccer? - Because I want to play the violin. Playing the violin demands sacrifices you can't make. Go home. You producing a nice tone doesn't mean anything. Playing well means years and years of practice, practice and more practice. Day after day. And even then...
- That's exactly what I want. What if your dad finds out? - He won't. He'll find out some day. By the time he does, I'll show him how well I can play and put a spell on him. Then he might see my mom in the garden. He thinks about her every day. Here. A life without dreams is like a garden without flowers. Your dad has nothing to do with this. OK? Well? Good. - I'm not coming for a while. I'm injured. My ankle. Well, that sucks. Where were you? - I'm injured. What do you have? - This. But your dad says you can't. I'm not going to soccer anymore. I'm taking violin lessons. Good practice? Did you pay Rinus? You've got your stuff and I've got mine. Hey dad, let's kick the ball around. You'll be the keeper and I'll score. - Sure.
That's fine. Look over here and score over there. See you can do it? Violin up. Good posture. Posture, posture. And one, two, three. Again. Yes... no... yes. Hey, what are you doing? Violins don't like that. Say 'sorry' and start over. - Sorry. Where's that teacher? You don't have to go to soccer. Summer recess. And there's no such thing as magic. And Erik says...? - Let's chew. OK, remove the umbrella from your pastry. Because you're my friend, you get another one. Don't forget to study your topography this weekend, guys. What are you getting for your birthday? A tree house. - That's awesome. Are you coming to eat cake tomorrow? - Definitely. Hey, give it to me. Weren't you going to study topography? Your dad doesn't like violin music.
Why not? Broccoli. Hi. - Hello. Why doesn't my dad like violin music? Does it have anything to do with Luuk? - Ah... Luuk. What does your dad say about it? Nothing. - Ah, men are fools. But do you like it? Violin music. Then don't let anyone tell you what you can and can't do. Your mom would be turning around in her grave. Want me to quiz you? Your mother collected those things in a sideboard. This was her favorite globe. In the months before you were born, she played it every evening for you. Like this. In front of her fat tummy. Can we put in new batteries? It's broken. Again. And lift your arm. And relax the bow. Relax, I said. Again. Stop. You're not concentrating.
My dad hates violin music and that's your fault. What did you do to make him hate it so much? Why aren't you doing anything to make up for it? I can't make up for it with someone who doesn't want it. Just as I can't teach anyone who doesn't want it. Maybe you're just teaching me to annoy my dad. Or maybe you'll betray me and bring nothing but misfortune. I'd never betray your secret. But I'm not going to betray your dad's secret either. Hey, where were you? You promised. Erik... - Never mind. Too late. It's Erik's birthday. Sweetheart, he came after all. Tell him to put on his jacket. Sorry. Sorry about yesterday. Can I play with you guys? No, leave him alone. Monkey... New game, new chances. Hey Fred, move on. Go. Please let me make up for it. Let's ride on Gerrit. - OK. Finn, hold on. I'd like to talk to you.
You go ahead. I'll be there soon. - OK. All of your grades are slipping. Topography... Even math. How come? What do you want to be when you grow up? A carpenter like your dad? No. - Don't you? Then what? How's your dad doing, by the way? Is he busy? Will he be home this afternoon? Could I go now, miss? Erik's waiting for me. Go ahead. Hey, monkey! Where did he go? Woman, I don't want you. Yes, you do! You just don't know it yet, Carson! Prove it, Carson! Prove it! Prove it, Carson! Prove it! Dalia! Hattie! - Dalia.
- Hattie! She's crazy. Hattie, please get down off of Carson, okay? Dalia! Hattie, now, now! Off of Carson, he is not a horse. Yes, he is. He's my black stallion and I like to ride! Down. Woman, I ain't dating you! So, you think you're just gonna take my virginity and leave me? Woman, you're crazy! You ain't been a virgin since... - Since I slept with you! - I don't want you! - Yes, you do! - No, I don't! Yes, you do! See, back then, you didn't want me, but now I'm hot, you're all over me! It's hot in here Hattie? There must be a party in the atmosphere 'Cause I miss him Hattie! Yes, I miss him I miss him Hattie, I am so stressed out this morning, I have a headache and I asked you really nicely to please take your medication and... Hattie! Hattie, what's wrong with you? You didn't have to hit me like that! You didn't have to hit me like that!
- Hattie, but you... - I'm-a call the po-po on you! What are you talking about, Hattie? You're going to jail now! No, I'm... Hattie. Till you do right by me. Hattie. Oh, somebody tryin' to get... Hattie, please stop crying! Hattie, please! Hattie, please! How you doing, honey? How you doing? How you doing? What the hell's wrong with you? She looks like one of the things you hit, used to box back in the day. Remember them thing? How you doing? No, no, please don't do that to one of our residents here. I know who that is, that's Edith Bunker. How you doin', Edith? Where's Archie? No, ma'am. Ma'am, please stop doing that, okay? Please. Ma'am, what are you doing? Please, this is one of our residents here, Mrs. Watson, and she has Alzheimer's. Orderly, can you please come and get Mrs. Watson and take her upstairs? I'm sorry, I didn't know she had an all-the-time.
I'm sorry, I didn't know that. I didn't know that. I'm here looking for somebody named delectable, delightful, delusional, delicious. What the hell kind of name is that? What does that say, "D-e-l"? No, that says "Dalia" and that's me. - "Dalia." Dalia, wow. Dalia. - Yes. That's a nice name. What does that mean? - It means "gentle" in Swahili, actually. - Wow. - What's your name? - Mabel. Hi, Mabel, and your name means? Tough as hell in College Park. How you doin'? - I'm here from the court. - Yes! Yeah, they told me to come over here and do 20 hours of community service. Glad to have you... But I'm not gonna do that 'cause I got things to do, so go on, sign this paper. I'm gonna take it down to the County to the judge and I'm gonna get the hell on out of here. Sign your name, baby, that's all you gotta do. Gonna buy me some scratch-offs. I'm sorry, I can't sign this. Only Ms. Carla can and she's... Put her name down there, ain't nobody lookin'. Go ahead, go ahead.
Ain't nobody lookin'. But that's forgery and that's very untrustworthy of me to do that. "Untrustworthy," wow. Are you Christian? How did you know? Y'all work on my nerves, child, doing the right thing all the time! Well, Ms. Mabel, I take it you're here to be a good employee. Hell, no, I'm not here to do that at all. I'm gonna do the 20 hours and get the hell up out of here. Okay, well, the job is simple. All you have to do is a little cleaning. I'm allergic. - To cleaning products? - To cleaning. Can't do that, sorry. Next. Okay, well, what about cooking? Can you be our chef? No, you can reach up to the top shelf, get me a double shot of Hennessy and Patrén on the rocks. I'll be straight up peaceful in here. - Okay, well, what about secretarial? - The horse? No, ain't nobody's gonna be ridin' me up in here, honey. No. I used to be a stallion, but I'm on my way to a mule right about now, - so, I can't do that. - Okay, Ms. Mabel, what can you do? I could sit right here waitin' for these 20 hours to be up, that's what the hell I could do. Okay, we need you to do some work in order to get that signature. Fine.
Okay, can you answer the telephone, maybe? Yeah, I could do that. I used to work for a pimp back in the day. Yeah, I used to answer the phone and say, "Pimps up, hos down, can I help you?" Yeah, I can do that. Okay, this is Easy Rest Retirement Home where better living is an option. You want me to say all that when I answer the phone? "Easy Rest Retirement Home"? - Where better living is an option. - Where... - Option. Okay, great, I could say that. - Okay. Now, there's a few things that I need you to know that's... Are you okay? You got so excited when the phone rang. "Easy Rest Retirement Home, where better living is an option." You heard that? How the hell can I help you? Looking for somebody named Malik. Malik, that's my husband. Is that Katanya calling here? Is this Katanya calling here? Yes, Malik, yes. She said... You're the baby mama? It's the baby mama. Yes, I know that. Please tell her, "Don't call here." She said she knows you're the baby... Don't call...
Girl, I can't tell her that, I just met her. You go on cussing like that. She said you won't let him come see his son. Yeah, and he's not coming back over there. Girl, I got to go, I'm a sinner. You're makin' me blush. That's pretty good, though. She just cussed you the hell out. - She is cussing me out? - Yeah, she cussed you out. If words could kill, you'd be sliced up. - Wow, I'm sorry you had to hear that. - No worries. Wonderful. Now, here's the files for all the living patients. These are all the living. Okay, wonderful. And here are the files for all the deceased patients. Hold the hell on. - This is the living? - Yes, ma'am. - And this is the dead? - Yes. - I gotta get the hell out of here. - No, no! No, y'all killing people up in here, honey. No. Ms. Mabel, these all need to be filed. You have nothing to worry about, okay? Nothing.
Now, when someone calls for Ms. Carla, you're gonna transfer them to this extension. This extension, okay. When they call... I understand. And then when someone calls, you need to place them on hold, - just press the hold button. - I know what that is. Watch this. I'm pressing pound. Ms. Mabel, first of all, someone has to be on that phone for you to press that button... - No, I'm pressing the ho button. - The what button? The ho button. But what is this? This is presenting. - Who are you presenting? - The hos. - Well... - Yeah, when I used to work for the pimp, you pressed this button and all the girls come from the back and they line up. So, you press the ho button, they all come, and you say, "Hello, can I help you?" Okay, well, now, when someone calls for a deceased patient, it would be... This is a lot of instructions, honey. This is a lot for me to do on the first day. - But you're gonna get it, I know you will. - Okay, what I gotta do now? Now, when someone calls for a deceased patient... - Does that mean somebody's dead? - Dead, yes. Okay, say "dead," don't say "deceased." That's too proper.
Somebody say "dead." Say "dead." "Deceased," you know what deceased means? That sounds harsh. - What, that they're dead? - "They're dead." But they're dead, they can't hear you. "We are sorry to inform you that 'blank' is deceased." Let me change it. "We are sorry to inform you that 'blank' is dead." Well, Ms. Mabel... Okay... We're not gonna say a "blank," we're gonna put a name in that blank. Girl, when I see a blank, I know to fill it. "We are sorry to inform you that Dalia is dead "'cause she was working on my blank nerves "as I sit here trying to do this blank job." Well, you got it. - Good, you catch on quick, right? - Yeah, you do, too. "Because my gun is not full of blanks." I got it, wonderful. What else? When someone comes to visit a patient, it would be great if you could get their name - and who they're here to see. Yes. - Yes, name here. I see that. Wonderful. Easy Rest Retirement... You ain't gonna sit here and stand over me like I don't know what the hell to say when you told me five times what to say on this phone. - Please, Ms. Mabel...
- You ain't gonna do that to me. - You ain't gonna do that to me! - Ms. Mabel? Someone's on the phone. Who are you lookin' for? Barbara Nichols? She's in the upper room. - Okay, she is dead. - No. Yes. - No, no... - I'm sorry to inform you... No! What the hell's wrong with you? Ms. Mabel, she's not dead, she's alive. She's here and she's upstairs. Why did you say she's in the upper room? - That's the proper way to say it. - That's not the proper way to say it. Everybody who was in the upper room is dead. The upper room was back in the Bible times when the 12 disciplines was up there waiting for the Holy Ghost to come. Everybody who was in that room is dead. They have been sancted and mortalized into church, okay? Learn the Bible or something. Honey, pick up the Bible. You would know that that was the Holy Ghost called Hurricane Katrina, that came through, took the roof off the place, and shook up everybody. And then they were speaking all these different tongues, ain't nobody could understand nothing 'cause they started talking Japanese. Read your Bible sometime. Now you got me upset this girl talking about all that stuff, she's in the upper room. Just tell me she's in the upper room.
Ma'am, are you there? Stop crying, please. Yes, funeral arrangements will be held... - Funeral arrangements? - What is wrong with you'? She's not dead! Honey, when you tell a lie this bad, you just gotta go with it. You can send flowers, thank you. - My goodness... - But this is gonna be fine. I believe I can do this job. This is gonna be all right. - My goodness, she thinks that... - I got it. Eat the Bread Retirement Home, this is the facility. May I help you? What did you say? You're trying to reach Barbara Nichols? Yes, she is upstairs resting. She's takin' a nap 'cause everybody's tired 'cause we eat Jell-O and go to bed. Somebody told you she was dead? Now, who would play an awful joke on you like that'? That is terrible. The devil is alive. I rebuke that in the name of Jesus. No, honey, she is alive and well and doing very good. You can come visit her at any time. Thank you. Goodbye. I bit my tongue.
Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. - That's good... - Why do you say "dead"... - Hey, Dalia! - Come back here, honey. What the hell, you comin' up here like Mary Tyler Moore, throwing your hat up in the air! What the hell wrong with you? You ain't got no uniform on or nothing, you ain't got no name tag, so, you're obviously a visitor, right? Yes. Okay, and I need your credit card number and the last four digits of your social? Excuse me? Ms. Mabel, that's not on there. Girl, I was getting ready to hit living small on you, I ain't lying'. I was gonna set you up real good. - Can I go? - You can go on up. Here you go. Thank you. Who was that? That's Mrs. Watson's daughter, the lady that was sitting right there. Okay. She comes and reads to her every single day. - Every day! - All the time? And she just got married and she's back here again. How long does she stay when she comes here? Five, six hours. One day, eight, nine hours... That's a lot, honey.
That's a lot to be sitting around. Madam.! Lord Jesus! We got them things We shut 'em down We got them things They know it's around Hattie, look at you. Hattie, look at you, looking like... Madea, what are you doing here, you came to see me? I ain't know you was up in this home. Yeah, my sister got mad at me and put me in here about two years ago 'cause I did one little old bitty thing. - What did you do, honey? - I slept with her man. Hattie, at some point, you gotta let it go, honey. At some point, you just gotta give it up. Well, that's what I did. I gave it up and I let it go. Lord, that's nice, you got on! - You like my dress? - That's nice. This is my Coco Chanel. That's nice. You can afford to wear that now? No, no, my next door neighbor, her name's Coco and her daughter's name is Chanel. They sew and they make these. Yeah, they sell 'em over there in the West End at Lee Street, right there at the corner of the MARTA station, you can go over there and pick one up right across the street from the Krispy Kreme. But don't go over there after night. Look at you, looking like you looking. You go away from here, you always say the nicest things. I'm so glad you think so. 'Cause sometime I look at your head, I don't know if you have a mirror or a friend.
'Cause one of them would have told you the truth. Lord, you know, Madea, sometimes I look at you, I don't know if you have a razor or shaving cream. You cut that out, you know I got hormone problems. I'm-a get you for that one. Dalia, I'm looking over this woman's arrest record and I don't know about this. Carla, you have nothing to worry about. - She's already here... - She's here? Yes, she's doing good. She's training really well. Answering the telephones, don't worry about it. - Hi, Ms. Mabel? - Yeah? Just wanted you to meet Ms. Carla. Carla, you the one that sign the paper. Go on, sign this paper for me, please. Just go on and sign your name down there. Don't worry about what it is, just sign it. I'm afraid you have to actually do the community service. You like that, huh? You a Christian, too? Well, no. But I don't want the universe to send that bad energy back to me. The universe. I've been looking over your arrest record here. Pretty impressive, right? First felony, nine years old. Well, I was doing the damn thing. Okay, well, I'm sure Dalia has already instructed you.
You can go ahead and get started. Thank you so much. I would like to get started. Thank you so much. She's so nice. And bougie as hell. Yeah, she bougie, now. She bougie. I can't believe I have a prisoner working for me. What you say about a prisoner, honey? Go on, speak up. Speak your mind. What you say about a prisoner? I was just saying that I was surprised to have a prisoner working here. See, that's what's wrong with people. Y'all don't give folks the chance to give back to society after they've done something wrong and went to jail. You need to give them a chance to get a job and get back up on their feet. If you're sitting next to somebody that's clapping right now, they've been to jail, so watch your purse, please. Thank you. It's a public service announcement. Public service announcement. Dalia, I meant to tell you. I came by here last night and this counter was a mess. Well, no, I know that counter was clean last night. I think someone was up late eating. - Don't look at me. - Hattie, you're still eating. Madea, you know I smoke that weed, I get the munchies at night. Hattie, don't let it happen again, okay? Slow your roll, precious.

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