The Constant Gardener Page #6

No, I'd rather not. Well, it's all yours.

That and her African women's charity.

Said it would get you out of the garden. When did she say that?

Two weeks before she died.

Look, I am ravenous. Have you had lunch?

Yes, I have. A very civilized lunch with Bernard Pellegrin...

who expressed an interest in Tessa's diary.

But Tess never kept a diary. She hated the things.

You and I know that. Pellegrin must have been disinformed.

Tess thought she was being watched. Didn't stop her e-mailing twice a day.

More inquiries than Google.

Look at him. The boy is two-thirds machine.

I'm telling you, it's scary. Mind of a computer.

Appetite of a waste disposal. And what's the other third?

Oh, Manzini, unquestionably.

Those e-mails from Tess- Guido helped me with them.

Company stuff. Boring.

Mm. Ownership, franchises, that sort of thing.

I'm trying to find out who brokered the marriage.

What marriage? KDH and ThreeBees.

KDH make Dypraxa. ThreeBees test it.

It's a marriage of convenience, of course. Both in it for what they can get out of it.

That phrase about the marriage- Is that Tess's phrase or yours?

Oh, hers. Hers.

Producing dead offspring.

Oh, this is so good! Why don't you try some.

It looks disgusting.

I can get that stuff through her mirror server.

Well, how do you do that? All you need is the password. Duh.

Yeah, but I don't have her password.

Come on, Jus. Five letters. Three guesses.

- I have no idea. - My name- Guido.

She used the one for the "I" and the zero for the "O."

- I set it up for her. - Wait, wait.

- Give him a chance to read it. - Lightning tour. I'm printing as I go.

What's Hippo? Oh, I know that one.

German- German Pharma Watch.

Keep an eye on what the drug companies are up to.

Copy that.

KDH. Can we open that?

Sure. No problem.

A new plague is sweeping the world.

In the st century, multi-resistant T.B. Will kill one in three.

- But now there is hope. - It's huge, isn't it?

KDH is developing a revolutionary treatment for T.B. Sufferers. It's global.

We call it Dypraxa. You will call it life.

And I call it a blockbuster.

Karel Delacourt Hudson. The world is our clinic.

It's gonna sell like hotcakes.

- Can you magnify that photograph? - Magnify it? He can send it out for doughnuts.

Is it possible to zoom in on it? Yeah, sure.

It's Pellegrin. Why is he there?

There's a personal file. Do you mind if I open it?

No, sure. Go ahead.

Ti amo.

So you'd better ask that kind, nice husband of yours to translate.

He's got very delicate little ears.

He's dreaming about his favorite things.

He's dreaming about...

a world without any weeds.

Justin Quayle, it's time to get up.

Go away. You're very annoying. Time to get up, Justin.

Get up.

This is really just not fair.

It's time to get up.

Tessa, just let me sleep.

There's gardening to be done.

Weeds to be pulled out.

Good morning. Come back to bed.

Good morning.

Oh, sweetheart.

Moral dilemma, Ham.

And the person that I most want to tell can't be told.

I had a creepy love letter today.

It's not your fault.

From a five-star creep.

You've got to move on, huh?

I've cold-bloodedly led on.

I stole something from him.

And worse, I made him a vile promise...

that I have absolutely no intention ofkeeping.

Oh, do come in. Yeah, please. Of course.

Thank you.

You lead the way. Go ahead. Go ahead. Take a left.

I really hate to think how it would hurt Justin ifhe knew.

I've violated his code, Ham,

in the most cynical way.

And the end thatjustifies my means?

I need this creep to help me blackmail Her Majesty's government.

Please tell me I'm not a ruthless b*tch.

Please tell me that Justin would understand ifhe knew.

If you give me the wrong answer, then I will push you into the Tiber...

like I did when we were .

Ciao, my darling.

Thank you. For what?

For this wonderful gift.

How very generous of me.

No, I-

Here, Justin, put this on.

I like it here. This is where you work from? Mm.

Amnesty.

Won't make any difference.

That's the official line of the Foreign Office.

I thought you were like that. I thought you were one of those privileged revolutionaries.

- My lady. - Am I?

These plants- If they were children, you'd be prosecuted.

I do water them. When I remember.

You say you're all into saving lives around the world,

but you let your poor plants die.

I say put people first.

Why don't you water them? You're being cruel.

I feel safe with you.

I can imagine when you were six.

You leading the revolution.

Ham? Hi. It's Justin. Listen.

Do you still represent that dodgy client in Amsterdam?

Sorry.

Sorry. Sorry. I only just got it. Directions for use.

No air travel, no credit cards.

Never say your name on the phone, or the computers will kick in.

Dodgy client adds, "Welcome to my world."

Well, I don't want his world. No choice, old chum.

Actually, I'm getting a bit paranoid myself.

Look, suppose I posited that all this was just coincidence-

Tess killed by bandits, pure and simple...

and that you're being as paranoid as she was.

Ham.

Thanks for trying, Ham.

I have to finish what she started.

Well, look, look. I've got the address of Aunt Claudia, the old bat in Rome.

If you need to contact me, you'd better do it through her.

She adored Tess.

I failed her, Ham.

I lost my faith in her.

No, she forgives you.

She loved you rotten too, you know.

You think? Oh, yeah.

Thank you.

It seems our erstwhile colleague has disappeared.

Four days ago he lunched in London with Pellegrin,

who describes him as overwrought, after which he visited his wife's lawyer...

before going off our radar.

The poor man seems to have convinced himself...

there was a conspiracy against Tessa in which we are all complicit.

Lfhe has left the U.K., he did so without a passport.

Therefore, any contact from Justin must be reported to me immediately.

In his own best interest.

No point asking if you've heard from him, I suppose?

No, no, Tim, none at all.

Birgit, why are ThreeBees spending $ million testing Dypraxa for KDH?

I mean, is the African market worth that much?

Tessa, you have to understand the scale of this.

There is a T.B. Epidemic coming. It will affect the entire world.

Or, put into the language that stock exchanges all over the world understand,

if the T.B. Market performs as forecast,

billions and billions of dollars are waiting to be earned.

And the boy to earn them is Dypraxa.

Lf, of course, the preliminary trials in Africa...

have not thrown up any disturbing side effects.

Ich suche Birgit.

Ich bin Justin Quayle,

Tessa Quayle's Ehemann.

- Michael Adams.

Okay, Herr Adams.

She collects Karl at : from the kindergarten at Bahnhofstrasse.

Karl, here.

Birgit.

You sent this to my wife.

Justin.

I need to talk to you. Our computers were stolen last night.

Yes, I know. They have never gone this far before.

I can't be seen with you. Sorry. I've Karl to think of.

Is there some safe place we could talk?

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