"Charging." "Stand clear." "OK." "Shocking." "No pulse." "Charging." "Stand clear." "Shocking." "Are you a betting man?" "Argh!" "Argh!" "He's not going to be answering questions for a while." "Sleeping pills." "Temazepam." "He was pretty determined." "I'll send them to the lab." "At least you can still go through his books." "Mmm." "We'll start in the morning." "Fancy helping out?" "Mrs Deans, glad to see you up and about." "Is there somewhere we can go?" "My sister's collecting me." "I don't think I can answer any more questions." "No." "That's all right." "But I've come to tell you we will need you to formally identify your husband's body, when you're ready, of course." "Oh, I wanted to ask... we found no sign of forced entry." "Well, they must have rung the bell while I was out walking Roy." "Stewart maybe opened the door thinking it was me." "You don't have a key?" "Or a neighbour, or anyone." "You don't expect bank robbers to come knocking, do you?" "No." "You're right." "That must be what happened." "Thank you for your time, Mrs Deans." "ANSWERPHONE:" "This is Guy Kingston." "Please leave a message." "Guy, pick up the phone." "Please." "Look, I've been racking my brain and I think you really need to check your stock." "Guy, I've been giving Julia the Diazepam I bought from you." "If there's anything wrong with it..." "Can you show me what you prescribed Kevin Pery and David Nicholson?" "I'm not really sure." "Not sure what they were taking, or not sure you can show us?" "Dr Sanders told us Kevin was on a course of paroxetine and David was on the anti-psychotic, Risperidone?" "We're investigating a serious crime." "Drugs prescribed here have been proven to have been tampered with." "I can charge you with obstructing our investigation." "There." "Thanks." "That's for the Risperidone that David was prescribed." "That's for Kevin's paroxetine." "And just for good measure, some more of the Temazepam that Dr Sanders took." "If he was switching medication, the lab will prove it." "Oh, my God!" "Oh, my God, oh, my God!" "Hello, Julia." "Hi, Mum." "Oh, no." "Julia, don't take those." "Here, I got you some different ones." "What are these?" "They're just a different brand." "I got them from town." "I think they'll suit you better." "Oh, you off out again?" "Yeah." "I won't be long." "Jack!" "Jack, are you there?" "It's Cressida." "Jack, you've not been answering my calls." "We've got the exhibition." "They loved it." "Call me as soon as you can." "You're not real." "You're not real." "You're not real." "You're not real." "How's your second autopsy?" "Oh, depressing." "I had to tell the mother last night that it looks likely her daughter did commit suicide after all." "Must be hard accepting that someone you love has a mental illness." "Talking of which, what's happening at your loony bin?" "Fitting in well?" "It looks like we've nailed Dr Sanders." "The tests show the tablets weren't what they were supposed to be." "You think he is switching real drugs for watered-down versions and pocketing the change?" "Well, the stock records will tell us for sure." "And no-one noticed?" "It's a pill in a box." "Slap a piece of writing on it and suddenly we all believe that it does what it says on the label." "We're still waiting for Dr Sanders' Temazepam." "Tests on Kevin's tablets showed they contain minimal quantities of paroxetine, but were mixed in with amitriptyline." "Amitriptyline?" "Mmmm." "It's an anti-depressant." "I know." "They don't use it much any more." "My tox report on Nazim Theara shows amitriptyline, and paroxetine just like the first PM." "The ratios are identical." "So Kevin Pery and Nazim Theara were taking the same... low level concentration mixture thinking it was paroxetine." "But Nazim Theara never went anywhere near January House." "You are tampering, Guy!" "Wanda, where are you getting this from?" "I'm going to the police." "Yeah, and you'll ruin us both." "Do you think I care about that?" "Julia's getting worse and it's because the Diazepam is wrong, isn't it, Guy?" "Isn't it?" "!" "I just reduced the active ingredient a bit." "It shouldn't do any harm." "What?" "!" "I thought you were selling it." "I didn't know you gave it to your daughter." "How could you do that?" "She's all I've got." "Look, just up the dose a bit." "I don't believe this!" "You're giving me freebies and you think that's going to be OK?" "I don't want them." "Well, what do you want?" "Wanda, you know how hard it is competing with the big boys." "Margins are tight." "I cut a few corners." "I made a mistake." "Margins?" "Your house is as big as my road, and your daughter trots around on a pony." "People have died." "Wanda, wait." "Wait, please." "Look, if you help me, I could ditch all this stock and we can start again." "I can help you." "You're still tying to get Julia into a new school, yes?" "Yes." "Well, I can help get her in." "All right?" "The best." "I'll set up a trust fund today that will pay for Julia's education until she's 1 8 years old." "We can't do that." "Private medical insurance, I promise." "No, I can't do that." "I've worked too hard to lose all of this." "So have you, love." "Help me out here." "All you have to do is go home, ditch all the purchase orders linking the altered drugs from my company to yours." "They'll never prove where and when the drugs were doctored." "They're still going to find me." "All right, and when they do, just keep quiet, don't say a word." "We can ride this out." "It'll all blow over." "And you're going to help Julia?" "Yes." "I will." "You can do this, Wanda." "For Julia's sake." "Maybe we need to start thinking like Mrs Deans, assuming she's involved in this." "I mean, put ourselves in her shoes." "And what do we know about her?" "She's house proud." "Huh!" "She likes puzzles." "She's good at crosswords." "She had to match the room to the scenario." "She came up with the idea of someone hiding behind the door and attacking her." "She had to move the magazine rack to make it work." "What else did she have to invent?" "They went out to the cinema, she took the dog for a walk." "It's funny how nobody can corroborate any of that." "Say she killed him at 8pm and made up the story about going out to the cinema." "We need to test her story." "Popcorn." "You said that they both had popcorn." "That's what she said." "Salted." "So, have you discovered something new about my daughter's death?" "Your daughter did commit suicide." "I want you to leave." "I think someone else was responsible." "I need to be on my own." "The medication Nazim was taking was being doctored." "What?" "Someone is making counterfeit drugs which are getting into the supply chain." "I would like to find out who." "And if you're going to help me, you're going to have to accept that Nazim was unhappy and that she was taking medication." "She could've used her prescription from the GP to order anti-depressants over the net." "I wish she'd have told me." "Perhaps she didn't want to upset you." "Nothing there - try history." "Here we go." "OK, thanks." "We've got the test results on the sleeping tablets that Dr Sanders was taking." "The levels of Temazepam were so low that they were pharmacologically inactive." "He could have taken a truck Load and hardly yawned." "It looks like he didn't know the drugs were fake." "Harry?" "Hang on a minute." "Here we are, Pharmacy Workshop." "I'll call you back." "What we got?" "Where is it?" "Wholesale and mail order pharmacy run by Wanda Charlton." "Recent deliveries include Risperidone, paroxetine and Temazepam." "David Nicholson's medication, Kevin Pery's, and the sleeping tablets that Dr Sanders took." "We've got our supplier." "They're closing the care centre down, Morrie." "Moving the patients elsewhere." "Pending further investigation." "You have to wake up." "You have to tell them they've got it all wrong." "Please wake up." "Mrs Deans." "Do you understand that you are under caution and that you have waived your right to a solicitor?" "Of course." "I don't have anything to hide." "Tell me about the film you went to see." "It was Brief Encounter." "The 6.55pm showing." "They sometimes show old films on a Sunday at the local multiplex." "Had you seen it before?" "No." "Well, yes, I've seen it on the TV but never on the big screen." "Is that relevant?" "You said you paid by cash?" "I don't like credit cards." "You stated that you bought some snacks at the kiosk before you went in." "Is that correct?" "Yes." "A big tub of popcorn and a couple of cokes." "Your husband's stomach contents don't show popcorn." "So he can't have eaten any." "No, he didn't." "He didn't eat a thing." "He said he was full after lunch." "But I think it was more that, he was nervous about this robbery business." "It really got to him." "To be honest, I don't think that he even enjoyed the film." "So you're saying that your husband hadn't eaten since lunchtime, but our post-mortem showed that he did eat something within three to four hours of his death." "Well, when we got home, he said he was hungry and asked me to make him a sandwich." "You didn't mention that before." "Well, you didn't ask." "I thought you took your dog for a walk as soon as you got home." "I forgot." "It was leftovers, really." "It was a couple of slices of bread, some lamb, cold potatoes, sprouts." "Did you hear her?" "She had an answer for everything." "Not quite everything." "If she had made a sandwich, there should have been bread in the stomach." "But she'll just say he didn't eat the bread so she gave it to the dog or something." "That's the problem - the magazine rack, the popcorn, the lack of urination, the dog - it's all so small, circumstantial." "There's something different about her." "Something confident, like she's challenging us." "I want to go back to the house." "We're looking for Mrs Wanda Charlton." "Mum?" "Mrs Charlton?" "Yes." "I'm DCI Connors." "We'd like to ask you a few questions if that's all right." "It's not a good time." "There are some discrepancies in some of the medications your company supplied to Dr Sanders at January House." "Mum?" "It's all right, love." "It's all right." "We could clear this up if I could Look at your records." "May I come in?" "Mum, what's going on?" "You're frightening my daughter." "If you want to see my records, you need a court order." "This is a warrant to search these premises and any premises owned by your company, Pharmacy Workshop Ltd." "We have the right to enter, Mrs Charlton." "Now, we can talk here or down at the station." "Mum?" "It's all right, darling." "It's all right." "I, I, I really don't have anything to say." "Mrs Wanda Charlton, I'm arresting you on suspicion of conspiracy to murder." "What?" "You don't have to say anything, but it may harm your defense if you don't mention now anything you rely on in court." "Mrs Charlton, do you understand the caution?" "Yes!" "It's all right, Julia." "Everything's going to be all right." "You see." "I pop pills to restrain, but inside there remains a man who is... free." "Free." "Free." "Free." "There's only one witness." "That's me." "Mrs Charlton, the incidents at January House have been linked to medications that have been proven to have been doctored." "Do you know anything about that?" "Those medications were supplied by your company." "Mrs Charlton, tell me about the drugs you supplied to January House." "I've got nothing to say." "We're going to find out." "But there's nothing to find." "I promise you there's nothing." "You can ask me all the questions you like but I'm not saying another word." "What are you doing?" "I'm thinking of Stewart's stomach." "The contents of which appear to be all here." "So that backs up Heather's story." "And the sister did say they had lamb for lunch that day." "Wait a minute." "There didn't need to be a sandwich." "The contents of the stomach could have been from lunch." "That would mean we're looking at the wrong time of death." "She could have killed Stewart in the afternoon." "We assumed the movie was her alibi for the time of the murder, but she might have killed him already." "The curious incident of the dog in the night time." "What?" "Sherlock Holmes?" "What did the dog do in the night time, then?" "Nothing." "That's what was curious." "You've lost me." "We wondered why nobody heard the dog barking when our gang broke in." "Because they never did break in." "Exactly." "But didn't you say that a neighbour heard the dog barking at 3pm?" "Which we assumed was our gang coming by earlier." "But the dog was barking because at that precise moment, Mrs Deans was killing her husband." "So, this is how it goes." "It's around about 3pm." "The lamb Lunch is over, sister has gone." "Mrs Deans, for whatever reason, has decided to kill her husband." "Mr Deans is sitting there, maybe he's watching TV." "Mrs Deans comes in, she walks up behind him..." "What's that?" "You're not a golfer, then?" "It's a putting machine." "Were any golf clubs found in the garage?" "No, nothing." "What did he use to practice his putting then?" "She comes in, she picks up the putter." "Oh!" "The dog goes crazy barking its head off." "And she has to think fast - the dog is going to give her away." "She has to kill the dog." "Probably using the same putter." "And then panic." "Well, what's she going to do next?" "Until she realises that the bank robbers would have killed the dog for exactly the same reasons." "Shortly afterwards, she takes Stewart's body out to the car, leaving all the marks we're supposed to think were made by the intruders." "There was no blood on her." "Well, maybe she wore some overalls from the garage or...somewhere." "While she's out, she buys cigarettes, garden ties, she pays in cash, somewhere nobody knows her, then she comes back." "She smokes the cigarettes herself, and moves the magazine rack." "And of course, she never goes to the cinema." "And because she's smart, she picks a film she's seen already." "She even checks the viewing times in case we ask about it." "And then at about ten o'clock when everybody else is indoors, she takes the car out, dumps it, Stewart's body in the back." "Not anywhere too remote." "She needs the body to be discovered quickly." "Then she walks back." "Gets ready for us." "So who tied her up?" "Want to do a little experiment?" "Cheers." "Hi." "Hey." "What have you got?" "These are the test results on the pills that you found in Julia Charlton's bedroom." "These spikes are Diazepam." "They show that the pills contained about a quarter of the amount of Diazepam there should be." "So the active ingredient is cut down?" "Well, it's worse than that." "These other spikes show that the Diazepam was mixed in with barbiturates and phenothiazines." "When taken together, these drugs can have a paradoxical reaction." "Which means?" "They may actually have been making her condition worse." "Wanda would have known that - she's a qualified pharmacist." "Either she's deliberately harming her own daughter, or she has no idea that there was anything wrong with the drugs." "In which case, she's not our source." "Fax from your team at Wanda Charlton's business." "Her supplier is Guyding Light Pharmaceuticals and all the doctored medication comes originally from them." "What's that - a wholesaler?" "It's an importer and distributor owned by a Guy Kingston." "It has a parallel trading license to import and distribute from across the EU." "What's parallel trading?" "I'll find out." "I'm going over to check him out." "Thanks." "I might need you later, Nikki." "So I do all the leg work and you get all the credit." "Exactly how it should be." "I got a slap for my troubles." "Well, no pain, no gain." "Ow!" "No sympathy either." "Mmm." "So it can be done." "Mmm-hmm." "You have to be supervised all the time, don't you?" "Does the Kennel Club know about this?" "It could possess vital evidence." "Or you're barking up the wrong tree." "Harry became a pathologist after his comedy career failed to take off." "Well, there appears to be a fracture on the top of the skull... the blood shouldn't be on his nose." "So if we do a precipitin test." "What does that do?" "Well, if it turns pink, it proves that the blood is human and not canine." "Elementary." "What's the betting it matches Stewart?" "If it does, it means he must have been dead, or bleeding, before the dog was killed, and she said it was the other way round." "OK, but it's still circumstantial." "Her barrister will say she was in shock and can't be expected to remember everything." "It won't hang her." "Unless... unless I can ascertain how long the dog's been dead." "Well, that would change everything." "Can you do that?" "Well, I wouldn't have said it if I couldn't." "New one on me." "Old dog new tricks, Harry." "I'm DCI Connors" " Met Police." "I'm looking for Mr Guy Kingston." "Well, you've found him." "I'm here to ask you a few questions." "No, you're not." "And you are?" "Roger Aldridge." "Mr Kingston's solicitor." "Unless you have reason to arrest my client, all questions will be addressed through my office." "Here's my card." "I'll be happy to help." "I bet you will." "Wear a smile." "I don't want to." "Simulate happiness." "Create a mask that hides my past and pretend everyone's my friend." "I have no friends." "Morrie." "January House..." "Argh." "I'm sorry." "They've closed it down." "What?" "It won't be forever." "You didn't do anything wrong." "The medication at the centre - it had been tampered with." "Once the investigation's over, you can start again." "After this?" "!" "I didn't know what else to do." "I felt responsible for those deaths." "All you did was show how much you cared." "They made me doubt my judgment." "Without that, I..." "I can't practice." "And if I can't practice, what good am I to anyone?" "It'll take time but you'll come back." "I know you will." "I'm not having you thinking you're anything but the man you've always been." "I won't allow it." "Ohh." "Hattie." "Yaaaaaaaaah!" "I can't prove Kingston sold our batch of medication to Wanda." "Without that, I've no case." "Have you interviewed her again?" "Yes." "She's still not co-operating." "Whatever he's got on her, it's sticking." "She knows if I don't charge her by this afternoon she'll walk, then we'll never get our conviction." "Are you allowed to interview her daughter?" "With her mother present, yeah." "Isn't she a bit fragile?" "Why, what are you thinking?" "Interview with Julia Charlton in connection with the ongoing enquiry into the deaths of two mentally ill patients at January House." "For the benefit of the tape, also present are Mrs Wanda Charlton as appropriate adult," "Mr Land, the Duty Solicitor, and Dr Nikki Alexander, Home office Pathologist and Medical Advisor." "Julia, do you know why you are here?" "No." "We want to ask you about a few things relating to your condition, OK?" "You're 1 6 years old, yeah?" "Yeah." "And you suffer from an anxiety disorder, is that right?" "How long has that been going on?" "Um..." "About... three years." "Since my dad left." "OK." "How's school been?" "Julia?" "Hard." "You'll have to speak up." "Hard!" "It's been hard, OK?" "Why?" "Because she can't concentrate, and gets irritable as you can see, all right?" "Mrs Charlton, please." "What do you take for your condition?" "It's called, er, Diazepam." "And does it work?" "It used to." "And it doesn't now?" "No, not as well." "Why do you think that is?" "I don't know." "Where do you get the tablets from?" "I, I don't know." "Dr Alexander has been running some tests." "Julia, we've analysed some of your pills and we think that someone may have interfered with your medicine." "Do you know about that?" "That's enough." "I want this to stop." "Julia?" "That's enough!" "Have you ever seen your mother tamper with your pills?" "What?" "I what..." "No!" "You don't know my mum!" "She does everything for me." "I-I-It was my fault that they're not working, OK?" "It's my fault." "Please stop." "This is so unfair on her." "OK, have you ever seen anyone else tamper with your pills?" "No." "What did your analysis say was in the pills?" "We can't release that." "Nominal amounts of Diazepam mixed with high levels of barbiturates and phenothiazines." "I think you know what that means, Mrs Charlton." "Bastard." "Mum... why are you protecting him?" "I don't know, love." "Excuse me." "Look sorry, sorry." "Hey." "Please." "Please." "Please." "Your phone, yes." "The phone." "Hey, hey, it's not about that." "It's not about that." "Please." "Please." "I don't know." "Please don't." "Help." "I'm licensed to import medication from across the EU, all right, mostly Greece." "What I do is, I repackage the drugs under my own brand, and then I sell those drugs on in the UK." "To pharmacy wholesalers like Wanda Charlton?" "I'm not prepared to discuss my business contacts." "All right." "I'll tell you what we believe you're doing." "For safety reasons, you are required to open and repackage the tablets you import." "You take that opportunity to alter the medicines you then sell on." "In some cases, you reduce the amounts of the active ingredients or you cut or replace them with a cheaper alternative, like Risperidone replaced with chlorpromazine." "That way you avoid paying the patents that are still running on the older drugs." "You're aware that chlorpromazine causes side effects not dissimilar to Parkinson's disease?" "My client declines to answer that question." "Five people are dead, Mr Kingston." "You cannot prove any connection between these deaths and my client." "I insist that you release Mr Kingston." "Do you want me to show you the autopsy reports?" "Kevin Pery, broke 85 per cent of the bones in his body." "David Nicholson, stuffed 12 feet of toilet tissue into his throat." "Yes, and he stabbed those people, not me." "But who put the knife in his hand?" "All right." "I've had enough of this interview and these accusations." "Look, you don't have probable cause, and I must insist that you cease from badgering my client immediately." "Wanda Charlton has made a statement confirming that the doctored medication came from you, as well as the attempted bribe you made to induce her to obstruct the course of justice." "These are warrants to search all the premises used by Guyding Light Limited, and any and all property, owned by Guy Kingston." "You can't do that." "Go on, tell him they can't do that." "Erm, I'm afraid he can, Guy." "Look, most of this stuff you know..." "I shipped back out to Africa, you know." "They're pleased to get anything that works." "It's all basically the same stuff." "It still does what it says on the packet." "What... what I sell is...cheap and cheerful." "What do people expect?" "To get better, not worse." "So, what sort of sentence can Guy Kingston expect for all this?" "Right now, we can charge him under the Medicines Act." "The maximum is six months." "What?" "!" "But people have died." "There's also conspiracy to pervert the course of justice." "We'll get him for something." "What about Wanda?" "She might lose her license but that's up to the pharmacy bodies." "We're not going to press any charges against her." "Great." "This'll take weeks." "Are you quite sure you don't want to speak to a solicitor, either in person or on the telephone?" "Fire away." "Your dog." "You said the man in the mask jumped out from behind the door, and then took the dog out, presumably to be killed." "Yes." "I think so." "It was a terrifying experience." "It's well-nigh impossible to remember everything." "But you say it was still definitely alive at 1 O o'clock?" "Yes." "Mrs Deans, I don't think that's true." "I think you killed your husband at around three in the afternoon, and then you killed your dog at the same time to stop it from barking." "You later dumped your husband's body and then concocted this story to throw us off the scent." "That's ridiculous." "You prepared the crime scene and tied yourself up, and that was the bit that almost threw us." "But we know it's possible." "No." "With your permission, I'd like to bring in an expert for the next section of this interview." "For the benefit of the tape, Professor Leo Dalton has entered the room." "Hello again." "Professor Dalton has something he'd like to say." "You've been very clever, Mrs Deans, particularly at concealing your husband's time of death." "The sandwich was a great save." "But unfortunately for you, if needs must, I perform autopsies on animals." "A dog's metabolism is completely different from a human's." "Its liver is like a black box in an aeroplane." "It's much more accurate than a human's, and it goes through various stages of lividity after death, and you can match the lividity to a very clear time frame, to within one hour, to be precise." "All of which means, Mrs Deans, that your dog must have been dead at three o'clock in the afternoon, long before any gang appeared." "I took my dog for a walk." "Then you must have dragged it around." "There was no gang, was there?" "Mrs Deans, we know you've lied to us about everything." "Unless you have a very good reason for your behaviour, you will be charged with murder." "I was stacking the dishwasher after lunch... ..and I thought, "I can do this."" "I went into the lounge, picked up his golf club..." "..and I hit him." "How long did it take you to figure out your plan?" "Once I realised he was dead, very quickly." "He told me about... the expected robbery at the building society." "It was a gift." "I thought I could do it." "Come on." "Get out." "I killed my dog... ..because he wouldn't shut up." "I read somewhere..." "that it wasn't that easy to ascertain exactly when someone had died." "I thought the same would apply to a dog." "We've also received the tox screen for your husband." "The blood tests show he was suffering from a chronic blood disorder - untreatable." "He was probably feeling the first symptoms." "Maybe he didn't know." "Maybe he didn't want to worry you." "Either way, it's unlikely he would have lived for much longer." "He made me, he promised that we... sorry, not interested." "Oh!" "Incidentally, you were right about the dog." "All that stuff about..." "livers, black boxes," "I made it all up." "You're not the only one who can play games." "All rather depressing, isn't it?" "Right." "This is the paperwork." "You give this copy to customs in India." "Thank you." "When are you leaving?" "I leave tomorrow." "Right." "I have to face the family sooner or later." "Well, I'm sure you'll do her proud." "I will." "I've been thinking about myself so much, I'd almost forgotten what she'd want." "I am proud to have had her, and been with her, to have known her." "She just got sick, and died." "Yeah." "I'm sorry." "I got you all wrong." "Don't worry." "Um, actually I wanted to thank you because, um... my father suffered from depression." "A really vicious depression, like Nazim, all his life." "And eventually this eminent man, a very brilliant surgeon, killed himself." "And everyone said, "Don't blame yourself."" "And I said it to my mother, Mother said it to me, but I know we both did blame ourselves, very much." "And even my father, I remember, after one really...desolate episode, said to me, just once, very precisely," ""This is no-one's failure."" "And I didn't believe him, either." "But meeting you and standing outside your situation and seeing how much you loved Nazim... it's so clear, it startled me." "These things are no-one's failure." "So, thank you." "Have a safe journey." "Thank you." "How are we getting on?" "Slowly." "He had a stack-load of clients." "Pharmacies, wholesalers, private day care centre and residential." "A lot's already gone out to Africa and Asia." "How much of the stock is doctored?" "We've just sent over a second van load to the lab to be tested." "It'll take a while." "Yes, can I speak to Doctor Haig, please?" "Yes, that's right." "We do buy drugs from Guyding Light." "Yes." "I have five patients with schizophrenia at the moment." "Um." "Ah, yes, um, Jack Harvey." "He missed an appointment today which is very unlike him." "Why do you ask?" "Thanks." "We need his address." "Connors." "Come on!" "Come on!" "I can see you!" "You want me?" "You want me?" "Come on." "I can see." "I can see you." "Come on then." "Jack!" "Take me." "Come on." "Take me." "Jack, you have to listen to me." "I can see you." "I know what's making you feel like this." "You want me?" "It's your medication - it's wrong." "Come on." "It's been contaminated and that's what's making you do this." "I'm sorry I couldn't find you sooner but... ..now I'm here, I..." "I know I can make you better." "Are you all right?" "All in a day's work, isn't it?" "Well, no, as it happens." "Do you want to come for a drink?" "Um, no, I'm OK, thanks." "Oh, go on." "I'll tell you all about my mad Aunt Meredith, came to believe she was a lemon, and lost all her zest for life." "Come on." "You coming, Leo?" "Not if that's the level of conversation!" "I think it might be." "Sure?" "No, really, I've got loads to do." "And what about my cousin Harvey who thought he was a banana?" "What about him?" "Well, he's got a split personality." "♪ Testator Silens" "♪ Costestes e Spiritu-u" "♪ Si-ilenciu-um... ♪" "Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd" "E-mail subtitling@bbc.co.uk"