All language subtitles for Miss Fisher The Crypt Of Tears (2020).eng

There she is!

Just shoot, you idiots!

Chase her! Run, run!

- Down that alley!
- Which way did she go?

Down there! Run after her!

Down there! Go!

Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Miss phryne Fisher.

You know, I do have
a front door.

- Just thought I'd drop in.
- Hmm.

Damn. One laddered stocking.

Not bad considering
I had to elude

the entire palestinian
police force to pay you a visit.

And what the devil brings you
back here to Jerusalem, hmm?

I'm looking for
a missing person.

Oh, damn you.
Still the lady detective.

I had rather hoped
you'd come to pick up

the tiny pieces
of my broken heart.

Oh!

Still beating, as far
as I can tell, professor.

I'm looking for a young woman
called shirin abbas.

Apparently she's
in some kind of trouble

with the authorities.

Never heard of her.

I'm sure that your hearing is
just as healthy as your heart.

I trust you don't think
you can just come in here

and milk me for information

with your wit and your charm
and your...

Canaanite scarab?

From Jericho.
A little gift I found for you.

- To butter me up?
- Like a crumpet.

Hmm.

It's real.

I heard a rumour miss abbas

was dispensing
anti-British propaganda...

Professor linnaeus!
This is the police.

They locked her up, poor girl.

You have no right
to force your way in here!

We have orders from sir montague

to bring in your guest
for questioning.

This is preposterous. What for?

Inciting unrest
and inflammatory behaviour.

Oh, good heavens, man.
That's what she always does!

We're in the middle of
something very important.

But since you ask
so charmingly...

Miss Fisher's gun,
sir montague.

According
to your arrival documentation,

miss Fisher,
your reason for travel was...

Sightseeing.

The dome of qubbat al-sakhrah
at sunset

is one of the most sublime
spectacles in the world.

Then how do you
explain your other activities?

Trespassing on
administrative offices

to steal official documents?

Dancing in the streets after 9pm

in open defiance of
the military curfew?

Or blatantly associating
with undesirables

of the black hand organisation?

Oh, actually, I was dancing
with the undesirables,

and I found several of them
to be quite desirable.

I know exactly
why you're here, miss Fisher.

To find shirin abbas.

Her uncle sheikh kahlil
is a business associate

of my friend lord lofthouse.

You know, lofty helped overthrow
the ottomans during the war.

From what I saw,
lofty and his cohorts

did most of their overthrowing
from the officers' lounge.

Oh, so you know him?

Tell my old friend sheikh kahlil

we'll do everything possible
to help him find his niece.

But if she is a serious
agitator, it may be too late.

She's a young woman
with a voice.

And you're
a troublemaker, miss Fisher.

You may have acquired the
trappings of British wealth,

but you were born in Australia,

the filthiest gutter
of the realm,

and I intend to send you
back there.

Come in!

Captain:
Miss Fisher's luggage, sir.

Her train departs at 1600 hours.

Watch her.

Yes, watch very closely...

While you tell me where
you're keeping shirin abbas.

The gun isn't loaded,
miss Fisher.

Count your bullets.

Yes, my suspicions were correct.

Miss Fisher won't be causing us
any more trouble.

Oh!

Where the bloody hell
has she gone?!

Shirin abbas?

Who are you?

My name is phryne Fisher.
Your uncle sent me to fetch you.

Someone's coming.

Bismillah.

Come on, gorgeous.
You know you want it.

Come on.

Come on. That's it.

Come on. Good boy.

Come on.

One more, big step.

That's it. Pick up speed.

Come on!

Quickly.

I can't leave Palestine.

My family were murdered
and I want justice.

Murdered?

No-one believes me,
but I know what I saw.

Shirin, you won't get justice
if they hang you. Come on.

This is your only chance.

Go!

Ma'a salama!

Excuse us!

Whoa!

- Are you alright?
- Yes.

I'll get you a new one.

Come on!

Quick, shirin!

Oh!

Listen. Right on schedule.

- Get ready.
- What?

Go!

Don't look down! Follow me.

I'll help you get down!

No, no! I can't do it!

Shirin, getting out of here
is your only hope for justice.

I will help you, I promise!

I'll find out
who murdered your family!

I've got you!

That's it.

Hold tight!

Hurry, shirin!

Go!

Miss Fisher!

Dottie? What is it?
What's wrong?

It's miss Fisher.

Sir?

There, there. It's alright.

Shh.

Our condolences,
inspector.

There's a memorial service
in London in six weeks' time.

- I need to be there.
- It's too far.

- Come on.
- No, I have to, Hugh.

Miss Fisher saved me
from the streets

and from illegal abortionists
and Latvian anarchists

and factory machines
and Christmas murderers,

and if it wasn't for her...
I never would have met you.

Dottie, I'm sorry,
but you can't,

not in your state.

Oh, the baby.

She'll never meet the baby.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, poor inspector Robinson.

When she went away,
she broke his heart.

Inspector Robinson,

I'm so pleased
you could make it.

We wanted an intimate affair

before all the palaver
of westminster.

You meant so much to phryne.

Lady lofthouse and I
remember phryne,

as I'm sure you all do,

as an unpredictable whirlwind
of a woman

who never failed
to brighten our lives.

And now,

along with teaching me
how to ride a motorcycle,

as well as helping
my younger brother Jonathon

learn how to dance
the black bottom,

miss Fisher has taught us all
that life is but fleeting.

And so, dearest phryne,
we will honour you now

by living our lives
as richly and as fearlessly

as you once did.

I knew her luck
would run out one day.

She would never listen!

The honourable...

Miss phryne...

Fisher...

Oh!

What on earth is...?

Wh... “What's that?

"Relocate the..." Isthata t?

Here.

"The tea trolley"?

Move the tea trolley!

I hope you wanted
the cypresses pruned!

- Phryne!
- Ha-ha!

My dear girl!

We knew it would take more

than a steam train
to finish you off!

Oh-ho!

Lofty! _ohh!

Jonathon!

My god! Do you know
what a fuss you've caused?!

We've been beside ourselves.

And you nearly murdered me
with that spanner!

Darling aunt p!

I would have planned your
murder much better than that.

Oh! You impossible,
impossible girl!

Miss Fisher, we thought
you were a ghost.

No, shirin,

despite the mandated
authority's best efforts.

Hamdellah al-salama,
miss Fisher.

I'm so humbly grateful to you

for returning my niece
to my care,

and overjoyed
by your safe return.

Thank you, sheikh kahlil.

Jack.

What are you doing here?

I came to pay my respects...

At your memorial service.

The newspapers
reported you were dead.

Mmm.

Oh.

Crippins, forget the tea.

Let's crack open the champagne!

- Ha-ha!
- Eleanor!

- Uh, Jack knows.
- Knows what?

About the maharajah.

Is that a new hat?

Is that all you've got
to say to me?

Do you have any idea
what it was like for me?

Reading that you'd died
a horrible death

in a foreign country?

Why are you so angry?

I wrote a eulogy for you.

My apologies for
the wasted effort.

Oh, don't worry.
It won't be wasted.

I'll save it for
the appropriate day.

W ait!

What are you gonna do now that
you've come all this way

only to have me disappoint you?

I only had one plan.

To farewell you.

Farewell.

"Farewell"?

Wait! What did it say?

What did what say?

My eulogy.

It said I'm done with you.

Phryne,
no-one should look so divine

after what you've been through.

Oh, darling.

Except phryne
always looks divine.

I hear you had a rendezvous
in Jerusalem

with sir Vincent montague.

Ugh! Yes.

Lofty's very fond of him.

Monty and I were just drinking
chums in Palestine, that's all.

Pleasant company. I wouldn't
call it a rendezvous.

Is it just me
or is lord lofthouse

giving us a disapproving look?

Oh, it's not us. It's me
he always disapproved of.

Stand somewhere else.

But at least you were your
beautiful mother's favourite.

Sheikh kahlil, shirin,
do come in.

Phryne, has aunt prudence
told you?

We're hosting a ball
in shirin's honour.

Oh, excellent! Back from
the grave just in time.

Sheikh kahlil
has important business

here with lofty,

so I have agreed
to sponsor shirin

for her debut
in civilised society.

Phryne!

Oh, I'm sure
some pressure was exerted.

We do have some civilisation
in Palestine,

you know, mrs Stanley.

But given the choice
between attending a ball

or going back to jail
to be hanged

for asking too many questions...

Jail?! Who's going to be hanged?

My niece is
exaggerating, mrs Stanley.

And it is all unimportant now
that you're back safe with us.

Yes, shirin needs to
forget all that unpleasantness.

But she is right about
one thing, dear prudence -

the near east is the cradle
of western civilisation.

Ah! How I miss my travels there.

Those velvety,
star-filled nights

from my rooftop in Jerusalem.

Pity about the war.

Yes, well, it's not my fault
father couldn't prevent you

from ending up on
the front line, Jonathon.

While you were draining the bar
in the officers' mess?

Let's not dwell on the past,
shall we?

Perhaps another round
of cribbage?

Forget cribbage!

I believe you owe me
a rematch, phryne.

Shirin said
she couldn't leave Palestine

because she needed to find out
what happened to her village.

We heard there was
nothing left of it,

that it had been completely
buried under a giant sandstorm.

Yes. She was
the only survivor too.

Poor lamb. Must have been
terrifying for her.

And then shirin turned up
at British headquarters

a few days later, and the army
delivered her to the sheikh.

Yes, and he's been indebted
to the British ever since,

which, may I say,
has proven most convenient!

Arggh! Bastard!

Sir.

Allow me.

Prét? Allez!

Aha!

If shirin's village was
destroyed by a sandstorm,

why does she think
they were murdered?

Massacred is what she implied.

I have no idea.

The high commission thoroughly
investigated the matter

at the time
and they found nothing.

Onl

ha!

_ah!

Oleél

bravo, phryne. You always were
my greatest defender.

She has no respect
for the rules!

That's because they tend
to be written by men.

Crippins? More wine, please.

Thank you so much.

This came for me.

I don't know what to do.

Who is "mu'aqqibi"?

My guardian angel.
He saved me from the storm.

He left no name,

but I believe he was sent
by Allah to walk with me.

He led me to Jerusalem.

"Time is running out
to put things right."

"There is but one chance."

- He wants to meet, tonight.
- At all saints church.

Can't tell my uncle.

This seal has been steamed open.

Who would do that?

I'm not sure.

And he says tell no-one.
But I have to meet with him.

No, shirin.

I made a promise to you
that I would help you.

I will go in your stead.

Miss Fisher?

Sheikh kahlil.

I hope my niece is not
making demands of you.

No.

Shirin is still grieving
for everything that she's lost.

Of course.

But you must understand
she was only a child.

She imagines things.

She has false hopes.

The future of our family
lies here, miss Fisher,

not beneath the sands
of a barren desert.

Tusbih ealaa khayr, miss Fisher.

Tusbih ealaa khayr,
sheikh kahlil.

Will you require anything else

before I retire
for the evening, miss?

Yes, thank you, crippins.
The keys to lofty's motorcar.

Shut up, will you?!
I'm trying to sleep!

Jack?

Jack, are you awake?

No.

I need you,

for a midnight meeting
with a stranger

at all saints church in soho.

How the hell did you find me?

He could be deranged
and dangerous.

That'll make two of you.

You have to come!

Imagine...

A secret oasis somewhere
in the vast negev desert

where a bedouin tribe
has flourished

for hundreds...
Thousands of years...

Until one day
the entire tribe is murdered.

An apocalyptic
sandstorm descends

to bury all the evidence

and only a young girl
survives to tell the tale...

Till over a decade later,

when she decides she can no
longer live with the injustice

and is prepared to risk
her own life to find the truth.

But if you're not interested...

Dammit, Jack!

How could you come all this way
to commemorate me

and then refuse to speak to me?

Hello?

I'm a friend of shirin abbas.

Where's the girl?

She sent me.

My name is phryne Fisher.

She told me you were
her guardian angel.

I'm not her angel.
I'm her demon!

Get away!

- Please...
- Stay back!

I just want to talk with you.

No!

I mean you no harm.

Phryne? “Who's that?!

Jack!

Stay back.

- This is a trap!
- No.

It's not, I... promise you!

Here, take this.

Oh, oh.

Tell shirin I'm sorry.

Tell her to forgive me.

Why?

We're all... we're all cursed.

I lost him.

What's that?

Something we need
to keep from the police.

"We"?

Police! Put down that weapon!

So a lady detective
and a senior police officer

just happened
to meet up with each other

12,000 miles away from home

at the scene of a murder
of a complete stranger?

Not unusual
in my experience, sir,

apart from
the distance involved.

And you expect me to believe
that neither of you

had ever heard of
sergeant Wilson before?

Even though he'd been wanted
by the military police

for over 10 years?

- Wanted for what?
- Sir?

The coroner's report on the
bullet found in the deceased.

Round-nosed Mark I,
if I'm not mistaken.

From a .303 rifle.

Wilson was wanted for desertion.

"Farrier sergeant
George Hercules Wilson,

"in the company of captain
Harry gardiner Templeton,"

"walked off
from London regiment,"

"north of Jerusalem,
9 April 1918."

Harry Templeton?

I thought you had
no interest in Wilson.

Oh, just naturally curious.

Hmph.

Neither of you
are leaving London

until this case is solved.

My passage back to Australia
is booked for two days' time.

I'll have to forfeit my ticket!

Oh. What a shame.

Crippins!

Lady lofthouse sent me
to fetch the motorcar, miss.

The police said
it was impounded.

Ah, yes. Please pass on
my apologies to Eleanor.

Tell her I'll make
my own way home.

Jack, wait.

You have no authority, Forsythe!

Sir montague, you're
a long way from Jerusalem.

That woman has
more lives than an alley cat!

I have critical negotiations
underway in London

and her interfering
could completely sabotage

British-palestinian relations!

What does she know about Wilson?

'Daily express'!
Get your 'daily express' here!

'Daily express' for you!
'Daily express', love?

Jack!
Where are you going?

Back to my guesthouse.

Well, you're heading
in the wrong direction.

I don't care!

Alright, is all this because
I married the maharajah?

You said you weren't
the marrying kind.

- And I'm not.
- And I respected that.

So why don't you respect
that I had other reasons

for marrying
the maharajah of alvar?

What kind of blind faith
is that?

The kind that I thought we had.

You can't stop me
doing what I need to do.

The maharajah needed
my help at the time,

just as shirin does now.

I'm sorry, but I'm not sure
that one lifetime

will be enough for you
to save the whole world.

Well, I'm sorry too,
if that's the case.

And I'm very sorry
that I'm not dead!

You know the quickest way
to escape me?

Tie you up,
dump you in that river?

Or you could help me
with this case.

Look at this stone.

It could be glass.

No, it's far more
precious than that.

Look in the light.

See how the reflections
flash pure green?

And it's cool to the touch.

Can you feel that?

No.

No... no.

No.

You know,
I haven't forgiven you.

Really? Mind your step.

Eugh!

What kind of professor
did you say he was?

The kind that
you need to be nice to.

- An old friend.
- Another one?

He was kicked out of Jerusalem
because of me.

"Cultural liberation
and repatriation"

"of ancient looted artefacts."

You bring me
the loveliest things.

Apart from yourself, of course.

Looks like the British museum

can kiss their sichuan
Jade bird goodbye.

I ship her off home tomorrow
on a slow boat to Shanghai.

You remember our slow boat,
don't you, phryne?

Oh, the saturation in
this emerald is just glorious.

I'd say mined in Egypt.

Well, Wilson served
in the middle east.

But the silver casting
is more graeco-Roman.

Ah, well, that would explain
the inscription.

There's an inscription?

Yes, here, on the other side.
It's a form of doric Greek.

Um, tombus dac...

Tombus dacryrone.

The crypt of tears.

- Oh, my dear god.
- What is it?

It's the myth
of Alexander the great.

I have a transcript
from a Clay tablet

describing Alexander's last
campaign through Palestine,

where he suffered
a mysterious bereavement.

It's said that he wept so much,

his tears created
a desert spring.

So it's an actual tomb?

That he protected
with a huge emerald

called the all-seeing eye

and... a powerful curse.

This pendant means
the crypt has been disturbed.

So... Wilson was a grave-robber.

And maybe Harry Templeton,
whom Wilson deserted with.

But don't you see?

If the all-seeing eye
is removed,

then the curse is released

and everyone involved
in this is in danger.

You need to take that away.
You need to get rid of it.

No, no, no. We need
to find out more about it.

That transcript,
do you still have it?

Well, uh, somewhere, but...

Wait here.

You seriously believe
that thing comes from a crypt

that was cursed 2,000 years ago

by a man who thought
he was the son of Zeus?

What about
king tutankhamen's tomb?

Lord carnarvon is dead,

along with two of his brothers

and half a dozen others
who helped open it.

There are strange things
in heaven and earth.

Ah!

Hold this.

I'll go check on the professor.

Professor?

Professor?

Professor?

Professor?

Professor?

It's around here somewhere.

Jack?

Jack!

The pendant!

Oj!

Oh!

Oi! “Woman: Oh!

Stop or I'll shoot!

Who are you?!

Tell me or I'll
pull this trigger!

Oh! My treasures!

Phryne!

He just...

He disappeared!
He just evaporated!

He didn't get what he came for.

Oh! Thank god!

Or you could thank me.

I put out the fire!

Well done, professor.

Well done.

Miss Fisher?
It's almost eight.

Mmm... good morning, shirin.

Shirin, do you know
if your uncle

was in London last night,
by any chance?

I'm not sure.
I know he had an appointment.

Did you meet with mu'aqqibi?

I'm curious, shirin.

Why was your uncle
living in Jerusalem

and not with you in the village
when it was attacked?

Because he accepted work
from the British.

He was considered a traitor
and he was banished.

A traitor?

I have something for you.

Where did you get that?

From the man who saved you
from the storm.

Mu'aqqibi?

He was a British soldier
and his name was Wilson.

He wanted you to have it.

This was my mother's.

She said one day
it would be mine.

Shirin...

Have you ever heard
of the crypt of tears?

Mrs Templeton?

Hello?

Who are you?

My name is detective inspector
Jack Robinson.

Please.

The war office
gave me your address.

I believe farrier sergeant
Wilson knew your husband?

I'm sorry to tell you,

but George Wilson
died two nights ago.

That's Lucinda.

Arrived too early.

But a perfect little thing.

I am so sorry.

I blame the war for it all.

Harry went away a good man.

But then they...
Shot him like a mad dog.

Your husband and Wilson
deserted their regiment

on the same day.

Wilson worked for Harry
in the mines before the war.

He sent me a letter,

wanted to meet with me last
night, but he never turned up,

said we were in danger.

He and Harry did something
we heeded to fix.

This is what Wilson was after.

Sheikh kahlil? Are you resting?

Sale of
the British Palestine railways?

To lord lofthouse
and sheikh kahlil.

Authorised by
sir Vincent montague.

Shirin?

I need to speak to you, at once.

I'd prefer
if you keep our affairs

private from miss Fisher.

She seems to be
the kind of person

who would see...
Intrigue everywhere.

But I... can prove what I saw
with my own eyes.

My mu'aqqibi...

Would you please stop
this nonsense

about your mu"aqqibi
and ancient curses?!

This is all not real, shirin!

Darling...

This ball tonight is real.

- Sir.
- Thank you, crippins.

Madam.

Habibti, your acceptance
in London society

is not just an honour.

It's essential for your safety.
Do you understand that?

I know you mean well.

But look.

What?

Where did you get this?

This belonged to hajija.
It belonged to your mother.

My mu'aqqibi,
he wasn't my guardian angel.

He was a British soldier.

They lied to us, uncle.

What I saw must be true.

What?

Tell me. Tell me
the whole story again.

It was my job

to collect the honey
from the mountains.

My mother said one day
she would tell me its secrels.

Mama?

Mama?!

Mama!

I never found my mother.

And all I wanted was
for the storm to take me.

But mu'aqqibi found me.

Habibti...

Please, tell no-one else
about this.

No-one.

I'll get to the bottom of this.

Thank you, uncle kahlil.

Habibti...

- Thank you, James.
- Pleasure, ma'am.

Jack!

For me?

Oh, just some old thing
I... picked up.

An astrolabe!

For reading the heavens.

Picture of you
and the nice lady, sir?

Oh, lovely. Yes, sir.
My best side, please.

- Yes.
- Cheers.

I thought this was
an investigation.

What's dancing
got to do with it?

We need to find out
what this deal is all about.

I'll take lofty and monty,
you follow the sheikh.

- Sir Lloyd.
- Sir montague. Evening.

The sheikh was about to fund
the entire purchase.

- Now he's refusing to sign!
- Sir?

Well, then we'll find
another partner.

Or borrow the money

if the railways are
such a lucrative asset.

Yes, but no-one
in this damn country

will loan me a penny, Eleanor.

- We're up to our necks in debt.
- Shh.

I have guests to attend to.

- Eleanor?
- I'm fine.

Don't speak.
Just... smile and nod.

I'll do my best.

I must believe my niece.

But it's nonsense.
It's been investigated.

I'm sorry, sir montague.
I'm very sorry.

Your niece has stirred up
trouble from nothing.

It's not nothing.

I will not sign this contract
until this matter is settled.

I suspect that's a decision

you're going to
come to regret, kahlil.

It's sheikh kahlil.

- Friendly crowd.
- Mmm.

Lofty!
Family portrait. Over here.

- Oh!
- Come on.

Oh, my dear Jonathon!

Brothers in arms, eh?
Jolly good!

Mwah!

Perhaps you should
slow down a bit.

Perhaps my wife should
be a little more careful

with her affections.

Having fun, you two?

Sir montague is a go-between.

He's trying to offload
palestinian railways

for the British administration

and no doubt make
a tidy commission out of it

and earn himself a promotion.

Is this your idea
of sweet nothings?

I thought they were
out of the question.

They are.

Continue.

With the deal still
up in the air, it's no wonder

monty's desperate to try
and keep a lid on anything

that might erupt
into an all-out war

like a scandal involving

the murder and looting
of a bedouin tribe.

Exactly.

You, er, seem to be enjoying
my hospitality, kahlil.

Very much, lord lofthouse.

Very much.

Lofty? Yes?

Have you met... er, cosie widrig?

He's just returned
from an American mission

to the Belgian Congo.

Oh, not now, prudence.

Enchanté, monsieur.

- Enchante.
- Lofty!

I knew I should never have
trusted you, kahlil.

- Lofty!
- I mean, we... we had a...

We had a gentlemen's agreement.

I thought we were both
men of honour.

Seems I was mistaken.

There's no need for this,
lord lofthouse.

In the end, kahlil,
you and your people,

you're nothing but
a bunch of barbarians!

Oh! Gosh!

Lofty,
the sheikh's your guest!

Pull yourself together,
lord lofthouse!

No!

What are you all looking at?

I need some air!

Shirin?

Come upstairs and pack,
immediately.

I sacrificed everything!

Everything for the British
in Palestine.

In good faith.

My mistake.

Uh, everyone...

Keep dancing.

I can't believe kahlil
has betrayed me like this.

The bastard!

Miss Fisher.

I've come a long way
to finish our conversation.

Well, I certainly hope my
repartee is worth the journey.

Tomorrow morning at 10 o'clock,

you will appear before me
at Scotland yard

to explain why you shouldn't
be charged with the crime

of releasing shirin abbas

from his majesty's prison
in Jerusalem.

10am sharp.

Goodnight, miss Fisher.

Excuse me, sir.

Your brother thought
you might like coffee

served in the drawing room.

Tell Jonathon I'm wretched
enough where I am,

thank you, crippins.

Dinner and a show.
You've outdone yourself.

It's not over yet.

Miss Fisher, quickly!

Sheikh kahlil!

- I can't see him.
- Get back.

Sheikh kahlil!

Too late.

- No, no, no, no!
- No, no, no. Stay back.

- Stay back.
- No!

Oh, my...!

Shirin, darling, my child.

Come outside.

Jack.

A clear line of sight
to the sheikh's room.

Wherever you go, miss Fisher,
trouble follows.

I'd prefer to think
of it as the other way around.

Good evening, superintendent.

Sir. German-manufactured.

But turkish issue. 1896-'97.

Hmph.

You seem to be missing a button

from your waistcoat,
lord lofthouse.

And it seems at least 100 people
witnessed a heated argument

between yourself
and the deceased.

Well, it was a business meeting.
What do you expect?

Where did you go when
you left the ballroom tonight?

I went outside.

- For some air.
- That's right.

He was with me.

And when you heard the gunshot,

was he with you then?

Excuse me, sir, I think you were
in the kitchen at the time,

asking cook
to hurry along the coffee.

Yes.

That's right, yes.

When I looked
through the keyhole,

there was no key in the lock,
but why wouldn't there be

if the sheikh had simply
locked the door?

But if someone had locked
the door from the outside

and posted the key...

The sheikh was shot
in the heart.

But the bloodstain
is much nearer

to where his feet were
when we found him.

As if the body
had been spun around

by someone inside the room.

Who threw the gun
out of the window.

Locked the door, posted the key

and descended via
the service stairs...

“Huh!

I didn't notice that before.

Some religions associate
the eye of the peacock feather

with the eyes of the stars...

Or the guardians of royalty.

Or...

The all-seeing eye of god.

Jack... there's an inscription.

No. No, take it away!

I'm just an innocent
archaeologist.

I'm not a detective.

I've been kicked
out of Palestine.

I've been set alight.
And now this!

No, I...

I'm sorry about the fire,
professor.

But shirin's uncle
has been murdered.

I can't help you
if you shoot me dead.

No.

But you don't need
your left foot.

"If this treasure is
removed from its sacred place,

"may the desert sands rise
and engulf the land,

"and may all the people
of the inhabited world..."

"Perish entombed"

"when day turns to night
seven times."

We also have this, professor.

An astrolabe.

- Take a look at this.
- Ah.

The star of argeadai.

Symbol of the argead dynasty
of macedon.

The royal lineage
of Alexander the great.

- This must point the way.
- Well, to the oasis at least.

You must hurry back
to the negev. End this curse.

End the curse?

That's what you do
with curses, Jack.

Too many people
have died already.

We have to return
the emerald to the crypt

before day turns to night

and Alexander's curse
becomes unstoppable.

"Day turns to night..."

"To night..."

"Day turns to night
seven times."

It has to be a solar eclipse.

How long do we have
to find the crypt, professor?

How many solar eclipses
have there been since 1918?

Eclipses...

Two, four, six...

Oh, dear.

I wouldn't dawdle if I were you.

Thank you, professor.

You know I wouldn't
really shoot you.

With you, I can never be sure.

Eleanor,
what happened to Scotland yard?

Well, they left, but they
refused to listen to reason.

Jonathon, how's lofty?

Not good, now that
he's sobered up.

They haven't charged him yet,

but the police
are convinced he's guilty.

Don't worry.
They'll come to their senses.

Shirin, we leave
in half an hour.

Pack light and wrap up warm.

What? You're not going
to Palestine without me.

Not after all of this.
What if you don't come back?

I only have a two-seater plane.

Well, there's always
lofty's tiger moth.

I haven't flown for a while,

but I could do with
a change of scenery.

We could fly in tandem.

Perfect.

I just hope she doesn't
fly like she drives.

I heard that!

Come in.

Urgent delivery, sir.

If that woman doesn't show,

we'll have a diplomatic
disaster on our hands,

with my reputation on the line.

I'm not sure
what I can do about that.

The railway deal is ruined.

Point the finger at someone.

You said you had the evidence.

Charge lord lofthouse
and be done with it.

Lord lofthouse's
waistcoat button

was already missing before
the sheikh was murdered.

He was framed.

That damned woman!

Yalla. Yalla, fatimah!

She's very well-behaved.

Of course.

She's a woman.

She cannot resist me.

Hunting.

Did either of you gentlemen

happen to pay our cameleer
in British pounds?

No.

Why would we?
The job's not done.

Jack.

Huh?

- The game's up, Abdul.
- Throw down your sword.

Who gave you this?

Please. Spare my life.

I have children, wife.

Repeat the question, Jack.

An englishman!

He sent money, but we never met.

He told me to delay you
until he came.

Sounds like your friend monty.

Please. Keep the money.

You'll never see me.
I give my word.

No, you can keep the money.

Take your camel and go. Quickly.

You could've
told me that you planned

to get rid of our only guide.

I didn't see the need.

So I should have
blind faith whatever you do?

Marrying maharajahs?

Meeting military deserters
in the middle of night?

I invited you to that.

Seducing cameleers!

I didn't plan
to seduce Abdullah.

You're missing the point.

If you'd let me know
what's going on,

then maybe I could help.

Or maybe I'll be absolutely fine

without having to explain myself

to you or any other man.

And if I need your help,
I'll ask for it.

I won't hold my breath.

- Jack?
- Don't worry about it!

I need your help!
It's quicksand!

Keep still. Grab my hand.

No, stay back! You're sinking!

I'm not losing you like this.

Not after all the other stupid
ways I've nearly lost you.

What stupid ways?!

Grab this!

Hold on!

The reason that I married
the maharajah of alvar

was because his true love
is the prince of patna

and if his bachelorhood had
been confirmed by his enemies,

then not only would he
have lost his throne,

but he would have been
stoned to death.

You saved his life.

Well...

I'm not sure how I could have
helped with that one.

But thank you
for the explanation.

What is it?

See something?

No. It's nothing.

Just the heat playing tricks.

We have to get there
before the eclipse.

Jabal alfarah.

No. This well was
once overflowing.

We used to play here
in the shade.

What's that?

That was the marker
that points to the goat star,

the brightest star
in the night sky.

Look, Jack.

My ancient Greek's not a patch
on the professor's,

but even I recognise
this word, dias, as Zeus.

God of thunder.

Shirin, your tattoo.

It's a map. Look, here.

At the tip of the triangle,
towards the star

is the lightning bolt of Zeus,
marking the obelisk.

And here, this Mark
is the water of the well.

Then this third Mark,
like teardrops,

it must be the crypt of tears.

It's a perfect triangle.

So we need to find
the third point in the triangle

between the well
and the obelisk.

Here.

It's a rock.

We don't have long.

Alexander the great's
secret desert bride.

It looks like honey.

To preserve her body.

There's someone else.

Oh...

What is it?

A knife.
With the lofthouse crest.

And initials.

Your initials, Jonathon.

I just want to put things right.

You were here
with Templeton and Wilson.

We knew about the jewels.

Where are the jewels?!

- Mama!
- Tell me where they are!

- Let go! Let go!
- I'll shoot you all one by one!

Templeton stood guard

and she led us here
to the crypt.

The war...

It had taken its toll
on all of us, but...

Templeton was...

We should never have
left him alone up there.

Ohh!

It was... an accident.

Mama...

From that moment on,
we were all cursed.

You planted that emerald.

You wanted me to find it.

I thought if anyone could
help me get back here

and find this place,
it would be you

so I could put the emerald back
and end the curse.

But Wilson didn't die because
he was cursed, Jonathon.

Someone murdered him.

And then they murdered
the sheikh.

Someone who didn't want
your crime to be revealed.

And who wanted to ruin lofty
for your sake.

Someone very close to you,

who was always there,
who saw everything.

Your father.

Your real father.

Crippins:
That's enough, miss Fisher.

Drop the weapon.

It was you. You killed them.

They were gonna dig up
the past. I had to stop them.

You murdered them.
You framed lofty.

Lofty is a drunkard
determined to fritter away

your mother's estate!

She wanted you
to have your share.

The emerald is all you have.
Give it to me.

No, this isn't right. I have
to pay for what I've done.

How will that help?
It will destroy you.

We have to put the emerald back.

- We have to end the curse!
- Move! Arggh!

Phryne, get out now.

- You don't have to do this.
- I do. I'm cursed.

I've been cursed
since the day I was born.

- Get out, all of you!
- Go!

Come on, phryne!

Put it back.

You know I can't.

Ah!

Phryne! Come on, phryne!

Oh! Ugh!

Keep moving!

It's stopped.

Jonathon!

I passed on your request
to the high commissioner.

But unfortunately
it's impossible

to retrieve your brother's body.

How did you know, phryne?

About crippins?

I'd wondered before,

about the small things.

The way Jonathon always
looked out for crippins and...

The way crippins hated you
whenever you taunted Jonathon.

I thought he was
playing favourites.

He was.

But it was when he spoke up
for Jonathon against you...

To protect Jonathon
from the suspicion

over the sheikh's murder.

Of course.

That's when I knew.

He hid the truth
from you, lofty.

But he was still my brother.

He was.

This land will always be
full of ghosts, miss Fisher.

But thanks to you,
it may live again.

- Ma'a salama, shirin.
- Ma'a salama, miss Fisher.

Miss Fisher?!

There was an enormous tarantula!

You, uh... you shot a spider?

No. I missed.

It went that way!

Got it.

It's my only fear, Jack.

Apart from spending
a long-distance flight

with aunt prudence.

I don't think that's true.

No?

What else am I afraid of?

Me.

You're afraid
if you fall in love with me,

I'll turn you into
a policeman's wife and...

Try to stop you
from saving the world.

Well, that can't happen.

I'm already a married woman.

And I don't need to marry you.

I just need your heart.

Because god knows
you've got mine.

Jack...

I gave you that a long time ago.

For a detective,
you don't notice much.

By the way...

There wasn't really a tarantula.

Good.

I didn't really shoot one.

Miss Fisher!

Miss phryne Fisher? Yes?

This is for you.

Jack, it's from
my mother-in-law.

The maharajah of alvar
has been murdered!

Yalla, fatimah! Yalla!

J you gave me a glimpse
of your love before

j a few months later,
a little bit more

j so now I want all of you

j on the table, on the floor,
up against the wall

j in the kitchen, by the door,
halfway down the hall

j right now,
I want all of you...

J you gave me a chase
down in old bengal

j in Singapore,
there was no love at all

j in London, it looked
like hell, I'm damned

j but the desert
was our promised land

j I want to fall back
into your arms

j and then fall right back
into them again

j right now, I want all of you

j in the kitchen, by the door,
halfway down the hall

j on the table, on the floor,
up against the wall

j right now,
I want all of you...

J on the table, on the floor,
up against the wall

j in the kitchen, by the door,
halfway down the hall

j right now, I want all of you

j you gave me a chase
down in old bengal

j in Singapore,
there was no love at all

j so now I want all of you

j right now, I want all of you

j I want all, I want all

j of you. J