The Constant Gardener Page #2

Will you see who that's from, darling? Sure.

What is it? What?

The e-mail.

Oh, it's, um-

It's just junk- some ad.

- For? - For the Nairobi Hilton.

Oh, my b*obs hurt.

Would you, uh, mind, uh-

Weekend package deal.

Two nights for the price of one. Mmm. Two guests for the price of one.

Sweetheart, would you come and make yourself useful?

Yeah, I'm coming.

My darling. Sweetheart, I'd like you to put this up right in the middle.

Right? Yeah.

So, um-

Right there. Mm-hmm.

What do you think? I think it's gorgeous.

I think it's very tangled. No, no, no.

I meant- I meant about a weekend at the Hilton.

Oh, no. It's a bit flashy for my taste. Is it?

Mm-hmm. Oh. I wouldn't know. I- I've never been there.

Well, I have. I was there the other night meeting someone with Arnold.

Oh, well, just a thought.

Sweetheart.

Were you just inviting me away for a dirty weekend at the Hilton?

Mm-hmm. Were you?

I would love to,

but maybe after... Arturo is born. Oh, Tessa.

We're not calling him Arturo, please.

Why not? No. Not- Not Arturo...

or Giuseppe- All right. Then what about...

Garth- Daddy's name? No, no. Come on.

No, not Garth or ditto Che or any-

Che? I just don't want any of these mad, eccentric, hippieish-

Che? Alternative - Yes, your revolutionary half.

I think we should call him, in that case, Che Muffin Quayle.

Muffin? Yes, the Quayle genes.

Where do you get Muffin from? No one's heard of muffins. High tea by the jolly study fire...

while the starving mob burns London.

Is that- Is that how you see me? No.

I see you buying the mob fish and chips...

while you wait for law and order to return.

And I love you the way you are.

What about Arnold?

What about Arnold? As a name.

Hmm. Be such a nice gesture.

Well, perhaps it'll be a girl.

Mmm. I think it's a boy.

I think it's a girl.

You'd better get dressed.

Move that tray. Dry these glasses.

- Can you open your windows, please? Please get out of the car.

Dr. Joshua Ngaba, Kenya Health Ministry.

Sir Bernard Pellegrin, head of F.C.O. Africa desk.

May I convey Her Majesty's warmest greetings?

I thought that Arnold was going up-country.

He is. Oh, don't worry.

He's not gonna take me. I've already asked him. Hmm.

Good. And, Tessa- Yes?

I'd be happier if you stayed out of Kibera,

at least until the baby's born anyway.

Um, just you wait until I'm single again.

Hello, Tim. How are you? Hi.

Are you struggling through without Maude tonight?

One of her party headaches. I take mine standing up.

Oh, how manly of you. Isn't it just?

Hello, Arnold. Tessa.

Hello, Ghita, darling. Ooh, what a lovely sari.

Interesting guests, Mr. Donohue.

This is Kenya, Dr. Bluhm. Seems only fair to invite the odd native.

Mmm. The health minister's turn, was it?

So it seems.

Who's that he's talking to?

I have no idea.

Thought your spies knew everything, Tim. Only God knows everything.

He works for Mossad.

You've met Dr. Ngaba, have you?

Yes, at the opening of a new state-of-the-art clinic...

without autoclaves for sterilizing. Mmm.

Probably converted them into a Mercedes.

Hmm.

I've never met an alchemist before.

Tessa, darling.

Ah, Tessa. Hello, Porter.

May I introduce Tessa Quayle, Dr. Ngaba,

the wife of our representative for aid effectiveness?

Pleasure to meet you. How do you do?

And this is Dr. Bluhm from M?decins dans I'univers. Good evening.

Dr. Bluhm and I have met.

Yes, it was at the opening for the clinic that didn't have the sterilizing equipment.

We never met, Dr. Ngaba, but I know your work.

Do you know Sir Kenneth Curtiss, Chief Executive ofThreeBees?

- Yes, also by reputation. Good evening. - Good evening.

It's the most successful company here in Kenya. We're very proud ofhim.

And which of the bees are you?

You were going to show us the garden room, Porter.

There is just one thing that I'd like to thank Dr. Ngaba for-

the free nevirapine.

He's, uh, persuaded the manufacturers to donate it to H.I. V. - positive mothers.

It's a wonderful thing. Shall we?

The problem is, it isn't actually reaching them. Some, but not all.

So we've been wondering, is that a standard cock-up, Dr. Ngaba,

or- or were the pills converted into the limo that you arrived in?

I think that's probably enough. If you'll come through here, Doctor.

Justin. Excuse me.

You've gotta do something about Tessa. Well, what would you like me to do, Sandy?

Well, she's embarrassing our guests. Her and that bloody Bluhm.

There'll be hell to pay, I can tell you.

Well, the- the squall seems to have passed.

If you can't control her, you should keep her locked up.

You're wanted on the veranda, Mr. Woodrow. Yes.

The poinsettias are so big here, they'll be best towards the back of the border.

Hey, sexy.

You look divine. Sandy, I think you're a pervert.

Stop looking at me like that. We're to have a baby in a week.

Can I come and visit you in the hospital?

You want to visit me in Uhuru? Uhuru? Tessa, you're not having it there.

Oh, Sandy, come on. Kibera women have their babies there every day.

It's perfectly safe. No, it's not. It's madness.

Just- Can I just choose- Wait a minute. That looks a good one.

Shall we run away?

Yeah, come on then. Take me for lunch.

How are you? - I'm fine. Thank you.

How are you? I'm fine. Thank you. How are you?

How are you?

I'm fine. Thank you. How are you?

I'm fine. How are you?

- Look, near the car. - Jomo is getting a test.

Of course. You told him to. It was a suggestion, not an order.

- What are they carrying in those littlejars? - It's probably saliva.

But that's not how you test for H.I. V. Here, is it?

They're also testing for T.B. Why?

When they test for H.I.V., they also test for T.B. Free here.

- What, just for free? - A small extra service to humanity.

They're a drug company, Arnold. Come on.

No drug company does something for nothing.

Is there... something you're not telling me-

Arnold?

Hello, Sandy.

I'm so sorry, Tessa.

Gloria sends her sympathies. What can one say?

It was a boy.

- Did Justin already tell you that? - Tessa. Tessa.

This one was born healthy though.

Weren't you, my beautiful, beautiful darling?

His name is Baraka. It means blessing.

I... don't quite see.

Who the mother is?

Her name is Wanza Kilulu.

She's and she's dying.

Kioko's .

He walked kilometers just to keep the flies off his sister and her baby.

Perhaps that's the blessing.

Darling, please don't.

Please sit here, Mr. Woodrow. I'll wait outside.

Thank you.

Kioko, here you are.

You sweetheart.

- Justin, my darling, could you please go and get me a fresh bottle of water? - Hmm? Sure.

Now, Sandy? Yes?

If I tell you something,

will you listen to me?

Not here, Tessa.

No, Sandy, if I tell you that that-

that that girl over there was being murdered, would you believe me?

Tessa, you're tired. You're feverish. No. No, I'm not.

Now we haven't got all of the evidence yet, but when we get it,

if I bring it to you, will you-will you actually do something for once?

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