Oh, morning, Mrs. Drage.

Off on your travels again?

Oh, just to the Caribbean.

Oh, splendid.

Well, I hope so.

I'm going on my honeymoon.

HARRY BLUNDEN: So who's the lucky man?

ALICE FIELDING: Andrew Fielding.

She can't give you children.

ANDREW FIELDING: We've talked about that.

JUSTIN WHITTAKER: You do know her capital is tied up in trust?

ANDREW FIELDING: I didn't, but I'm glad to hear it.

Well, you gave me a set of keys, remember?

Not so you could walk in and out of here spying on me.

All right.

Keep your hair on.

Where were you when things started to go wrong?

Huh?

You were sunning yourself with your toy boy.

You can't let me to walk through all that.

I suppose not.

ALICE FIELDING: She probably wanted company.

Tonight's the night they begin emptying the old graves.

Nesta had such a thing about it.

ANDREW FIELDING: What do I have to do to prove to you that we've got better things to do than keep on and on about Nesta?

I wonder if you can help me.

I'm looking for Mrs. Drage.

Oh, look.

There she is now.

That's Mrs. Drake.

ALICE FIELDING: Mrs. Drake?

No.

I said Mrs. Drage.

She came to supper with us.

Andrew took her back to the shop.

She said she was going on to spend the night with you.

Was is right.

She never showed up.

What?

There's a redirection notice on Saulsby.

Look, I don't to get you into trouble, but I must know where those letters are going to.

That's easy.

193 Dorcas Street, Brighton.

I don't want you to get rolled over by Nesta again.

I don't need a bodyguard.

There are other kinds of vulnerability.

Andrew.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Thank you.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do, Pernille.

Mr.

Fielding.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Darling.

- Are you off, then?

- Yeah.

I'm going to have to go like a bat out of hell to get there on time.

What are you doing up and dressed?

Where'd I put those papers?

Going to Brighton.

ANDREW FIELDING: What for?

Find Nesta.

I thought we'd decided to forget about her.

You may have done.

What is it with you and her?

She's my friend.

You were her meal ticket, that's all, darling.

Oh, for goodness sake.

You're beginning to sound like Uncle Jay.

She's been a good friend to me, Andrew, when I needed one.

I think she may be in trouble.

If she is, you can bet it's of her own making.

It hasn't occurred to you that she might not want you to go chasing after her?

No.

Why should it?

Because she wants to make a clean break.

Because she doesn't want you to know she's got her hooks into someone else.

Thank you.

Because she's had enough of you and your ever-ready checkbook.

I don't know.

No.

I take that back.

You perhaps.

Your checkbook?

Never.

Well, you should know how that feels.

Brighton?

You can go to hell for all I care.

Pernille.

Can I make you some breakfast?

ALICE FIELDING: No, I'm fine.

I've got to get ready.

I'd love some coffee though.

I'll bring it up.

ALICE FIELDING: Thank you.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Your coffee.

That yogurt, Pernille.

Where did it come from?

From Mr. Feast, Mrs.

Fielding.

Did you have any?

I, no, thank you.

And not Mr.

Fielding.

Nobody except you likes yogurt.

I'll call Mrs. Whittaker.

Hello?

ALICE FIELDING: Oh, Jackie.

In here.

Are you all right?

I feel dreadful.

I think we ought to phone Harry.

Because you've been throwing up?

I wanted to go to Brighton today.

Oh, in that case, I think we should call Harry.

At least he'll put a stop to it.

He didn't come till he's finished his other calls.

Oh, any excuse?

He'll be around in a flash.

You'd be his first call if the whole of Solstad went down with bubonic plague.

Don't make me laugh.

No one could fancy me looking like this.

Want to bet?

ALICE FIELDING: I was terribly sick earlier.

Did Jackie tell you?

She said something about it on the phone.

Nothing serious, is it?

Let me see your tongue.

Say ah.

Ah.

I want to go to Brighton today.

Why?

I want to find Nesta.

You'll be far better off staying where you are.

You would say if it was anything serious, wouldn't you?

It's probably just a viral infection.

You were looking a bit under the weather last week I thought.

Oh, is that why you said I should come and see you if anything was troubling me?

I meant anything, Alice.

Anything at all.

Hugo.

Grapes, prescribed by Harry and Noors.

Hello, Harry.

I'll just, um-- Thanks so much, Harry.

It was good of you to come so quickly.

I hope you don't think because we're friends-- you mustn't neglect your other patients.

Are you suggesting that I am?

No.

No, of course not.

I'll leave the prescription for you with Ms. Madsen.

I'll call in and see you again tomorrow.

ALICE FIELDING: Bye.

Oh, dear.

Well, you know, the poor devil's always been besotted.

Oh, well.

Never mind.

Hugo, could you save me a grape?

You know, I really wanted to go to Brighton today.

I wanted to find out what Nesta's playing at.

Don't suppose you'd go for me, would you?

Not on your life.

Besides, I've got a business lunch.

And what makes you so sure she's there anyway?

ALICE FIELDING: The redirection notice.

From a house that doesn't exist.

I suppose it has occurred to you that she might be trying to get shot of you as well as the rest of us.

I hadn't until Andrew said.

Then why did she write to me?

Why didn't she just disappear?

There's another odd thing.

It just occurred to me.

I paid croppers to repair her ring, but I didn't say how much when I sent it on to her.

So how did she know to send me exactly the right money?

Well, perhaps he'd given her a quote.

Well, perhaps.

But when she wrote to me, I threw her letters away because she said I needn't bother replying because she wasn't much of a correspondent and to send her regards to Uncle Jay and Andrew.

Fond of him, wasn't she?

HUGO WHITTAKER: Who?

Uncle Jay?

Oh.

How do you know?

Well, she used to make him up a buttonhole every morning.

You're romancing.

HUGO WHITTAKER: Uh uh.

Your friend Nesta had a roving eye.

She was a mistress of the cliché.

I remember how much she used to brighten our lives.

I remember how she used to call a sheaf a sheath and a corsage a cortege.

What's supposed to be the matter with you?

I'm supposed to have a virus.

A virus?

Well, I don't know what we're all doing in here then.

That's a fine thing to spread about the works.

I suppose a virus is a new-fangled name for the flu.

I'm fine.

I'm going to Brighton later.

Well, I wouldn't if I were you.

Well, you got whatshername to wait on you even if young lochinvar is away earning his keep for the inside of a day.

Oh, look out.

She's going to chuck up again.

No, I'm not.

You must admit it's odd that I'm struck down with a mystery virus just when I'm on the point of finding Nesta.

Oh, sheer coincidence.

You always were a one for dramatizing yourself.

I wasn't.

Well, look at you now.

Mrs.

Fielding, you should be resting.

No, no.

I'm fine.

I'm going out, Pernille, to see Mrs. Drage.

I wonder if you could call Dr. Blunden and say I'm much better and he needn't call again.

Oh, please.

I'm not good with the telephone.

Then you obviously need practice.

I'm going to the post office today.

Does your brother still collect?

Yes.

I'll give him a first day cover.

Thanks.

That's 193 over there, love.

Thank you.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ All right.

Go then.

What business then.

All right?

♪ RACING COMMENTATOR (ON TV): --three counties.

Pennybommer in second.

Satellite in third, then comes Sparrow Green in four, a long way behind.

Hoffavees is coming to the left, but they're coming out of the second round as Three Counties with a five, and Satellite in third.

MAN 1: Go!

RACING COMMENTATOR (ON TV): And the playmaker making a thirsty rider in her last heat, taking rider, one hand at the jump.

So uphill now, it's the first time for-- ♪ ♪ WOMAN 1: Oh, no.

Thank you.

Oh!

WOMAN 2: Oh yeah.

Go on then.

Get out of here.

MAN 2: He's not locked out.

♪ Don't bother.

♪ ♪ Do you usually walk into other people's rooms uninvited, whoever you are?

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I was looking for someone.

Who?

Mrs. Drage.

Nesta Drage.

There was no one at reception, and no one came when I rang the bell.

I saw her name in the register, and the key to her room-- Um, the key to her room wasn't on its hook, so I-- Mrs. Drage, eh?

It's probably the wrong room.

No.

Is she not in?

Not what you might call in.

She's not a resident.

But you do know her?

Not what you might call know.

Close the door.

She had been here?

I haven't seen Mrs. Drage for, let me see, six weeks now.

Oh, it'll be all of that.

It's funny you asking.

The hotel being where it is, one attracts rather a passing trade.

Only Mr. Drage came in himself barely an hour ago.

Mr. Drage?

Oh, no.

She's a widow.

There isn't a Mr. Drage.

Is that so?

Oh, well.

If you'd seen as much of the human comedy as I have.

She could, of course, have married again.

Someone of the same name?

I'd say that was her business, wouldn't you?

Did Mrs. Drage come here on the 7th of August?

You wouldn't be the fuzz, would you?

Do I look like a policewoman?

These days it's hard to tell.

Look, if it's her address you require, I'm afraid I can't help.

Mr. Drage only came in to collect her mail.

Her mail?

That's all I can tell you.

What has she done?

Nothing.

She's a friend of mine.

And I want to find her.

That's all.

She booked for that night, but she never arrived.

Mr. Drage called and canceled.

But you've got mail for her.

It's not what you'd call mail, two or three letters, and a little parcel.

When you say a little parcel-- About so.

And you gave it to the man that was here this morning?

I gave it to Mr. Drage.

ALICE FIELDING: With her letters.

Why not?

You knew him well.

Not what you call well.

Better than some.

He and his wife have been coming here most weekends for some while.

You were on friendly terms?

I wouldn't start making insinuations if I were you.

In fact, you've been ill advised to come here at all, poking your nose in where it doesn't belong and flaunting your money.

♪ ♪ ♪ Taxi!

Taxi.

Could you take me to the station, please?

It wasn't funny.

It was horrible.

And I was feeling sick as a cat.

I told you, you should never have gone.

Well, I suppose I'll have to stop looking for her now.

You suppose.

I thought if nothing else, the mystery was solved.

Not really.

Not all of it.

How could she write and thank me for a ring that she never even got?

And why was that man-- I mean, he's not her husband.

Why did he come to the hotel to collect her letters just before I arrived?

I mean, that's not a coincidence.

Darling, you don't know that the letters and the parcel were even yours.

No.

I didn't ask him where they came from.

I just assumed.

You just assumed.

If the place is used as an accommodation address, they might have had dozens of letters for her.

The boyfriend could have been coming in once a week to collect them.

No, darling.

I got the impression it was his first visit since Nesta disappeared.

He took all the letters.

Darling, how can you talk about impressions?

You've been ill. You've been ill. You say yourself you weren't feeling well.

What do you mean?

You were ill, and nervous, and uneasy.

Don't underestimate your imagination, darling.

My imagination?

Do you think I'm being neurotic?

Of course I don't.

I'm a neurotic, barren spinster.

Oh, for god's sake, Nesta was a menace when she was alive.

If the bloody woman's going to make our life a misery now she's disappeared-- Alive.

You said when Nesta was alive.

Slip of the tongue.

I meant around.

You said alive.

OK.

Suppose, which I don't believe for one moment, just suppose she has killed herself, even been killed.

What's it to do with you or us?

Honestly, you're becoming hysterical about this whole stupid business.

But if you don't snap out of it, you're going to drive me-- drive me to drink or to go off in search of a bit of peace and quiet.

Do you mean another woman?

I'll kill myself.

I was joking.

I'm not.

I'd rather die than live without you.

Did she manage to eat anything?

Almost everything.

And she's up and dressed and looking as good as new.

Thank God.

Now, do you have a moment?

Yeah.

Sure.

I have a problem.

You see-- NEWS ANCHOR (ON TV): More on that later.

Well, from someone who went away to someone who's been-- - I tried-- - Don't worry, Pernille.

I'll sort it out when I get back.

Thank you.

Pernille said you were looking better, but she didn't prepare me for this.

What?

ANDREW FIELDING: You look even more beautiful than the first time I set eyes on you.

I'm sorry about last night.

So am I.

What's the matter with your hand?

Oh, there's a writer's cramp.

I did a big stint on the book this morning.

Oh, let me buy you a word processor.

I don't want a word processor.

I don't even want a typewriter.

I like writing in longhand.

Anyway, I prefer writer's cramp to what I was getting last night.

What was that?

Husband's ear.

I hate you.

No, you don't.

No, I don't.

I gotta go to work.

No, you don't.

Let's have a picnic.

It's a wonderful idea, but I really-- You've got the day off.

What do you mean?

It's all right.

I spoke to Uncle Jay.

But you haven't spoken to me.

It was supposed to be a surprise.

Well, it's certainly that.

Oh, Andrew.

Belle, I'm trying to make something of that niche your uncle found for me, if only for my self-respect.

There are one or two people who are finally coming around to believe that I might actually have a contribution to make.

Darling, it makes me look ridiculous if you're going to arrange for me to have the day off just because the sun's shining and all of a sudden you feel like having a picnic.

ALICE FIELDING: I'm sorry.

I thought you'd be pleased.

You thought.

Everything I do is wrong.

That's not true.

But I do think you're wrong about Nesta.

This is nothing to do with Nesta.

This is us.

We can't have a conversation without fighting.

You hate my family, my friends, your job.

You think I'm being unrealistic and neurotic.

Well, I think you're being stubborn and narrow-minded.

I thought a day away from it all might do us a lot of good.

And that's why I talked to Uncle Jay.

But if your pride is more important than our marriage-- Belle.

Belle.

What?

Do you know what I think?

No.

We should go on a picnic.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ JUSTIN WHITTAKER: There cannot be an inhabitant of source that does not share my belief.

Who can fail to regard the opening of the Orpheum Bypass as an unmixed blessing when I recall the disquiet and apprehension while we have faced the daily shaking, nay, undermining of our historic heritage by the juggernauts of today?

Thank you.

I'm happy to invite the minister who has honored and, might I say, adorned us by her presence here today to open this triumph of contemporary engineering.

I declare the Orpheum Bypass well and truly open.

And may God bless her and all who drive her.

Come along, children.

First and fourty in the vanguard, please.

Oh, poor little Bruce.

Can't we smuggle ours into the official lunch?

Ooh.

God forbid.

You coming, Harry?

Uh, no.

I haven't been asked, national health GPs being of no consequence in our free market economy.

We've got a double ticket.

Andrew's got to go back to work.

Oh, of course, I wouldn't dream of going without him.

I gather you've recovered.

Much better.

Thanks.

Good.

I spoke to Ms. Madsen the other day.

She said you were feeling better.

I'll call in and see you in a day or two.

I really don't think that'll be necessary.

As you wish.

We can always give you a ring if my wife needs another prescription.

Belle.

♪ Well, bang goes my lunch with the knobs and neighbors.

I can't possibly go now.

You were so rude to Harry.

You'll change your mind, darling.

Hold on to your hat.

Let's see if we can beat them there.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ This horse looks fit for work.

How you and this barbarian ever came from the same womb never fails to surprise me.

Now, you're only miffed because I had the good sense to bring a drink from the bar.

But don't worry.

Yours are coming.

Oh my god.

Thank you.

Oh, it's not quite as disgusting as it looks.

It couldn't be, really, could it?

Oh, I don't know.

These asparagus boats are tophole.

They're almost as good as those whatchamacallems your Little Miss Thingummy makes.

Here.

Take the lot.

Well, come on.

Take two.

In fact, hang out.

I've got my eyes on those cocktail sausages over there.

Yeah, well, you better buck up before our junior minister scoffs the lot.

Oh, well.

Well, you can talk.

You're going through that lot so fast.

I mean, the least you could do is relieve your sister of the tray.

Oh, gladly.

Ah.

JACKIE WHITTAKER: Are you all right?

Fine.

No, I'm not actually.

It's too hot in here.

There's too many people smoking.

And those canapés are well past their sell by date.

I'm off.

Will you cover for me?

JACKIE WHITTAKER: Well, I'll try.

Absolutely.

No problem.

Yeah.

Go on.

Get on with it.

And don't forget the wheels.

Hey.

Are you all right, Mrs.

Fielding?

Thank you very much.

No.

Here.

Come on.

In.

Come in.

Yeah.

Here you are.

Have a chair, Mrs.

Fielding.

Thank you.

Oh.

Oh, dear.

You look as white as a ghost.

If you take my advice, you'll have a drop of brandy.

Oh, no thank you.

There's nothing like it for settling the stomach.

That's what I keep it for.

Medicinal purposes.

You mark my words, that'll do you the power of good.

Oh.

.

There you are.

What did I tell you?

Now you stop there a minute.

I don't want to be any trouble?

Oh, no trouble.

It's not as if there's a lot else on today.

Now you just make yourself comfortable.

Ah.

Ah, no.

I'd give yourself another minute or two if I were you.

Um, you don't happen to have heard from Mrs. Drage, do you?

I only wondered, you and her having been so friendly like.

Well, yes.

Of course.

Why do you ask?

Well, eh-- there's no offense meant, you understand.

But it's like this.

We did a couple of jobs for Mrs. D and, uh, well, seeing as how she didn't leave no forwarding address.

Oh, I see.

Um, just a minute.

It's here somewhere.

Oh, there it is.

There's glasses.

August the 6th, it was, 6th and 7th.

Yeah.

She booked one of my vehicles to take some stuff up to Feasts for her.

That was the 6th.

Well, we've done the job.

And then she said to come to the shop the next morning, the 7th, at 8 o'clock sharp, she said.

We was to take her to the station.

She was stopping the night at Feasts but coming back, see, to see to the removals.

Well, we was to take her to the station, picking up the stuff from Feasts en route.

8 o'clock sharp, she said.

Well, I don't mind telling you, I was a bit narked.

Well, I took the car around there myself and there she was, gone, without a word.

They were taking out the furniture, Mrs.

Fielding.

Hello, you old bugger.

Len Cox was there and a couple of his men.

Hello.

Where is she then?

She's gone.

Bopped me she did?

Oh, well, you're unlucky then, aren't you?

Now, listen, I can't afford to hang about, not on a Saturday.

Me neither.

Well, how'd you get in, then?

Well, we was here at 7 o'clock this morning.

Key was in the door, so we went straight in.

The place was as neat as a pin, all packed up and ready to go.

Just a minute.

You just can't take the stuff, not without her being here.

Well, it's all going to the storage, isn't it?

And she paid me when I gave her the estimate.

Oh, you're all right then.

All the same-- Look, I'm not going to be messed about by some bloody woman.

MR.

SNOW: Pardon me, Mrs.

Fielding, but that's what he said.

Well, I wasn't laughing, I can tell you.

I turned down two jobs for 8 'clock.

And one of them lost me a regular.

Don't worry, Mr.

Snow.

I'll settle Mrs. Drage's account.

Oh, no, no, no, I didn't mean for you to do that.

If you give me the bills, I'll, um-- I'll write a check.

That's awfully good of you.

I expect Mrs. Drage just forgot about the car.

Oh, I'm not saying she'd done it deliberate, but you wouldn't think a person would be that forgetful, would you, being as how she booked the vehicle.

And when she saw me on the Friday, she reminded me.

Here we are.

Oh, much obliged, I'm sure.

The funny thing was, she rang up again about 5:00 and said, I wouldn't forget, would I?

And after all that, well, I was a bit narked, Mrs.

Fielding, I can tell you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Yes, I'm sure.

Ah, still.

Oh, run you home now, shall we?

Oh, no.

No.

I'm fine.

You're quite sure?

Positive.

Oh.

ALICE FIELDING: You've been very kind.

Oh, and, um, thank you for the brandy.

My pleasure, Mrs.

Fielding.

♪ ♪ ♪ I've arranged to stop the night with the Feasts.

Too complicated.

I've ordered a car to pick me up from there.

I don't feel up to changing my arrangements now.

She never showed up.

Do you mind?

I'm not going down with them cutting them corpses apart.

There she was, gone, without even a word.

She booked for that night but she never arrived.

Mr. Drage called and canceled.

Not what'd you call mail, two or three letters and a little parcel.

DAPHNE FEAST: If you do root her out, you might tell her to come round and collect her stuff.

♪ ♪ ♪ Oh, Mr. Feast, is Daphne here?

Could I have a word with her?

Well, if it's to do with famine relief, Mrs.

Fielding, that's more my province, if you know what I mean.

No.

No, it's not.

Well, through here then.

Thank you.

Mrs.

Fielding to see you, Daphne.

Go right on, Mrs.

Fielding.

You make allowances, I know, for a certain amount of disarray.

Oh, don't worry.

I'm dropping in unexpectedly.

Oh, would you like any more of that yogurt?

No.

It was lovely.

Not today.

Thank you.

Oh, that's right.

Eat wisely and you'll-- you'll live long.

That's what I always say.

The problem is that so many people who would eat wisely are denied the basic necessities for existence by man's inhumanity to man.

You've got the old man started now, haven't you?

It makes me feel quite virtuous that I skipped my lunch.

Oh, do you want a bit of my pie, then?

Oh, no.

No, thanks, Daphne.

Suit yourself.

Look, I wanted to ask you about Nesta's things.

Apparently, she left them here.

Do you think I could see them?

Why?

Well, to cut a long story short, she's not where she said she'd be.

Oh.

You trust her?

All right then.

Well, it's not them.

It's it.

And it's in my dad's room.

Come on.

There we are.

That's a trunk.

It's a huge trunk.

I told you she left a lot of stuff here.

Is it locked?

I don't know.

Let's have a look.

Yeah.

Looks like it.

Oh, god.

I wonder if we should-- She can't have wanted it that much or she wouldn't have left it here.

I wonder what's inside it.

Oh, my god, it's heavy.

I wonder if we should get a locksmith.

Or maybe your father.

Oh, no.

He can't leave the shop, not unless I take over and I ain't doing that.

I don't mind having a go at it.

All I need is a screwdriver or something.

Hang on a minute.

Ugh.

What's happened to her, anyway?

She's gone missing, hasn't she?

Here.

What if she's in here, chopped up in bits?

I mean, like in one of them horror stories?

Oh, I don't think so.

I tell you, if there's anything nasty inside, I warn you, I'll be sick.

You look pretty queasy as it is.

Oh.

Ah.

Here we go.

God.

These must be nearly all her clothes.

Well, all her shoes and all.

Well, except her black patent pair.

They ain't here.

She was wearing those the night she came to supper.

I remember them.

The heels were high.

What's this?

It's her vanity case.

Oh, fancy her leaving that?

And you thought she'd had gone away in her new summer coat, wouldn't you?

Well, what did she take?

Well, black velvet job seems to be missing.

She was wearing that the night she came to supper.

DAPHNE FEAST: What beats me is why she's left behind all her best things.

I mean, she saved up for this cream suit.

Cost her near enough 100 pound.

ALICE FIELDING: But why here?

She was only going to stay for one night.

I reckon she must have meant for us to have a good old go through.

Well, all right, but what's she wearing, Daphne?

You can't wear a black coat and a pair of high heeled shoes for six weeks.

Unless this boyfriend of hers bought her a whole new wardrobe.

Mucky lot of old stuff she wore next to herself, though, eh?

Always was one for top show was Nesta.

Can't say as I'm sorry I didn't end up with her as my stepmom, though it seemed a bit of a giggle at the time.

Stepmother?

No idea.

DAPHNE FEAST: Not A lot of people had.

Well, what should I do with all this stuff then?

What else can you do?

Hold on to it.

DAPHNE FEAST: All right.

Don't mind if I do.

Do you fancy me in it, eh?

Where did you get all them things?

What are you doing with my trunk?

It's not your trunk.

It's Nesta's trunk.

We got it open, and it's full of all her things.

Haven't you got no respect for other people's property?

The box was in our care.

We're responsible for it.

That's why the world is in the state it's in, big people riding roughshod over little people's feelings.

Saddam Hussein, Somali, and Serbian murderers, smarming their hands over other people's household goods.

Haven't you got no ethics?

Calm down, for crying out loud.

I don't know what Mrs.

Fielding's going to think, I'm sure.

Mrs.

Fielding.

She's dead.

Now look what you've gone and done, you silly old sod.

I'm not so sure.

Those letters were typed, Jackie.

I don't think she ever left the bridal wreath.

Not alive.

So you're saying she's not been murdered?

She was in trouble, Jackie.

We know she was up to her eyeballs in debt at the shop.

And there was this man, this big man in Salstad.

Remember, Daphne was telling me.

I found out some things about Leicester.

What sort of things?

Things about men.

There were people that didn't want her around.

Come to think of it, when she said goodbye to me the other night, she kissed me on both cheeks.

That's very odd behavior.

We weren't on those sorts of terms.

No.

Where did she go after she'd said goodbye to you?

To Uncle Jay, I think.

And then on to us.

She was so depressed when she arrived.

She went upstairs to talk to Pernille.

And when she came down, she was taking pills.

What sorts of pills?

Tranquilizers or what?

She said they were for depression.

Well, the only pills I know for depression are the ones mummy was on.

Tran-- oh, well, anyway, some.

I can't remember the name.

And you have to stay off really odd combinations of food.

You can't eat broad beans, or cheese, or Marmite.

Otherwise, you get a brain hemorrhage.

Well, I gave her cheese.

I made a cheese souffle for dinner.

Well, there you are then.

You've killed her.

Yes, well, I probably have.

I could have killed her.

Come on, Alice.

She'd have had to have eaten a hell of a lot of cheese.

But what we are saying is whoever gave her those pills is the murderer.

And the more I find out, the worse I get.

Well, whoever it is, he's trying to kill me.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ How are you feeling?

ALICE FIELDING: Better.

Good.

Are you sure you want to read all this stuff?

You'll probably find it as dry as dust.

You don't.

No.

Are all the politicals there?

Well, apart from Phineas Finn, which your doting doctor wanted to borrow for reasons best known to himself-- He was probably trying to be friendly, darling.

A forlorn hope, but I must chase him to return it.

I'm just getting to that section in my manuscript.

Anyway, it'll take you days to get through this lot.

I'm not going to be here for days.

I've got to do something about Nesta.

I'm going to get up tomorrow and go to the police.

No.

Don't say anything.

I've already decided.

I've said all I have to say on that subject.

♪ ♪ Your supper.

Oh, thank you.

Where's Mr.

Fielding?

He had his supper, and I was to say good night because he would be working.

Oh, I see.

PERNILLE MADSEN: I didn't like to ask you before, as you were ill, Mrs.

Fielding, but the stamp from Brighton.

Did you get it?

Oh, Pernille, I'm sorry.

I forgot.

I'll get it for you next time.

Malek will be most pleased.

You see, they are of more value when they are not postmarked.

I'll come for the tray later.

Pernille, you remember I had two letters from Mrs. Drage.

You didn't notice the postmarks on those, did you?

You didn't see them when you brought the letters in?

The first letter, its envelope I did keep Mrs.

Fielding.

You throw it away.

And when I came to empty the wastepaper basket, there it was with a beautiful new stamp.

I looked at the date, and it was-- how shall I say it in English?

First day cover.

You kept it for your brother because it was a first day cover?

- Yes.

Is that all right?

Yes.

Yes.

Of course.

Did you send it to Warsaw?

No.

He's coming soon for his holidays.

And then I'll give him all the stamps I've saved.

Ah.

I want him to come so much.

Lately I've been home-said.

Yes, yes, I know.

Actually, it's homesick.

Homesick.

ALICE FIELDING: Do you still have it?

Yes, in my room.

Shall we go and find the envelope now?

Yeah.

ALICE FIELDING: May I keep this for a day or two?

PERNILLE MADSEN: It's yours.

ALICE FIELDING: I'll give it back to you when your brother arrives.

Well, good night.

Good night.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ What are you doing?

Um, I forgot your tray.

Did you hear anything?

PERNILLE MADSEN: When?

Just now.

No.

Like what?

Oh, never mind.

I must have imagined it.

Good night.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪