All language subtitles for Sister Boniface Mysteries S03E02 The House of Misfit Dolls

Man: May Eliza-Rose
bring you a lifetime of cuddles!

And come back on Saturday,

and you can see her real,
state-of-the-art sister.

Thank you!

Goodbye.

Saturday?!

You promised me another month!

In writing?

This newfangled technology
will be our downfall.

Has Icarus taught us nothing?

I listen to the market,

not fairytales
for the simple-minded.

What exactly are you implying?!

What is this?

Octavia: Uh, I'm just unpicking
the double stitch.

You wanted to save thread...?

Arthur: The ghastly frills,
Octavia.

The puritanical hemline.

This isn't the '50s anymore.

Our new era begins this weekend.

Listen, Arthur,
I appreciate your ambition,

but you can't expect me to paint
50 dolls by Saturday.

Workshop.

Now.

So this is what we've become...

Doll: My name's Harmony,
and you're my best friend!

Woman: Have you gone
completely insane?!

Oh, I can't bear it.

Perhaps one of us should
try talk to him again?

Words will never
get through to Arthur.

Then somebody
needs to take action, hmm?

Great Slaughter Constabulary.

Salem: Hello, police?
Arthur Salem of Salem Dolls.

Drop what you're doing
and get over here--

Get off!

Arthur Salem of Salem Dolls.

Mr. Salem?
You still there?

Salem: Yes!
Arthur Sa--

Peggy:
That awful gurgling.

And then, there was this voice.

I'll never forget it.

You must have misunderstood.

This is a reputable business.

Beth! You're okay.

Of course I am.

What the hell's going on?

Arthur Salem, it's the police.

It's locked from inside.
Is this the only way in?

Mm, yes, for security.

My designs are
highly confidential.

Right.
Stand back.

He's dead.

Max:
Stabbed in the back.

Peggy: Sir!

Boniface:
Possible signs of a struggle.

Peggy:
That's what it sounded like.

Every contact leaves a trace, right?

Alas, Dr. Locard, we find
ourselves in a shared workshop.

Innumerable traces.

At least five different
sets of--

peepers.

Don't you mean, prints?

Shape of the victim's wound is

consistent with
the fettling knife

found in the hands of...

Everything alright, Sister?

You're not afraid of dollies,
are you?

Are you?

Pediophobic?
It's possible.

This must be your nightmare.

All these little arms and legs.

The eyes.

I fear she can see
into my very soul.

Felix: Next thing I know,
she's chasing me through

- the town with her slipper!
- Victoria:

My life was flashing
before my eyes, Victoria.

Of course!
She caught you holding hands

with her precious daughter.

I've dealt with
violent criminals

less intimidating
than your mother.

It's true!

Your father sends his love.

- He worries about you, Felix.
- I know.

Stranded here, so far from home.

We all worry about you.

You stopped returning
my letters.

Well, they were getting
shorter and shorter, and...

Well, I thought
something was wrong,

and I had to come and see you.
I'm sorry.

No, don't be.
I'm happy you're here.

At least now I can show you
there are far worse places

than Great Slaughter.

Aww, look at you two lovebirds.

I feel awful,
but you're needed, Sarge.

Sarge? Is that how
you address a superior officer?

Sorry, uh, sir.

D-D-Detective Sergeant, sir.

I meant no disrespect,
uh, ma'am.

Perhaps my sense of humour
doesn't translate.

Oh!

Silly me!

OK, erm, I have to go,

but I'll be done
as soon as possible.

Work comes first, my love.

I should return
to the guest house to unpack.

She's only teasing you.

Oh, sorry.
I forgot.

Sister?
Sister?

Dolls.
Don't ask.

So, the victim must have
locked himself in here

after he got stabbed.

I'm afraid his blood disagrees.

Undisturbed pooling,
minimal spatter.

Mr. Salem perished
right on the spot.

So he locked himself
in here first, then he...

did this to himself?

Then who gave the knife
to our creepy little friend?

Glove: We all hear the rumours,

the whispers
that follow us down the street.

We may be a family of freaks,
but we're an honourable one.

You'll be treated
with no prejudice, Mister...?

Doctor Gideon Glove.

Doctor?

But-- But don't you
work with dolls?

Correct.
What don't you understand?

Right. Well we need to speak
to each of you individually.

But I'm no good with words.

It's not an interrogation.

Are you trying to make
us uncomfortable, Inspector?

She's an Eliza-Rose, right?

Mine still sits
at the end of my bed.

She's always been my favourite.

Then you're one
of the lucky ones, too.

Mine was the first ever made.

She was my masterpiece!

I designed her.

Still our best seller
20 years on.

Sir, a man has just died.

Well, I want it on the record

that no Eliza-Rose
doll was involved.

Rest assured, no toys
will be considered as suspects.

Arthur Salem was killed
by a human,

as you all well know--

So ask your questions.

But don't expect many answers.

We're private people.
We just want to be left alone.

I knew I recognised
your voice.

You were in the room
when he died!

- She's lying.
- I'd never!

I found this in your room...

Beth Moody.

Max: Going somewhere?

I move around a lot.

What brought you
to Great Slaughter?

Fate.

Sun don't shine on all of us.

I was a reject. Scum.

Until I found my calling,
painting dolls.

Nothing good ever lasts.

Arthur: Turn your paintbrushes
in.

You're dismissed.

What?

Have you gone completely insane?

On the contrary,
I'm the only sane one among us.

Now pack your bags.

But... where am I supposed
to go?

No! No, I'm not moving, until
you tell me what this is about!

The same thing
it's always about.

Money.

Arthur was taking
on huge debts launching Harmony.

Guess he had to balance
the books somehow.

We didn't find a ledger
at the scene.

It's only company accounts.

Anyway. I left,
went upstairs and packed.

Have we missed the part where
Arthur got a knife in his back?

Another witch hunt begins.

Easy. Nobody's picking on you.
But look at the facts.

Arthur was taking
your job away-- your life.

And you didn't want to leave.

Did he call the police
to make you leave?

Is that why you killed him?

Arthur was found alone
inside the locked room.

But I know I heard you.

You said something like, "I'll
be in big trouble for this."

So you're not a liar,
just a dimwit.

Doll: Oopsie!

I'll be in big trouble
when Father gets home.

She has your voice?

- It was the doll?
- Mystery solved.

I hope you lock her up
and throw away the key.

Do you know what?

I think there's more going on
here than meets the eye.

Maybe.

But my gut is telling me
Beth Moody did it.

So, you taking the future missus
somewhere nice for dinner?

Victoria will be joining us
for breakfast.

I know.

Mrs. Clam,
she insisted on meeting her

and I didn't know what to say,
so...

Well let's hope she's got
a strong stomach.

Don't you drink tea in Bermuda,
Miss Braithwaite?

We do.

I'm still working
on my third cup.

You have a lovely garden,
Mrs. Clam.

And the food looks so...
English.

Black pudding is Sergeant
Livingstone's favourite.

Really? He told me
it was my paw paw casserole.

Er, well...

different places, you know?
Our taste buds aclimatise...

Shouldn't Sam be joining us
any minute now?

His bed is still made.
I suspect he spent the night--

Working! Working.

Yeah, he's a very dedicated
professional.

Sergeant Livingstone
tells me that you're a nurse.

Perhaps you'd like
to take a look at my bunions?

Maybe later.

Felix has promised
to show me the sights.

And we have a lot
to discuss about the future.

Actually, I have a lot
still going on

with this investigation.

I'm sorry.

But I have planned for someone
else to replaces me.

Morning!
We're gonna have so much fun!

And you can dish all
the dirt on Sarge!

Wonderful.

Gideon: Libellous drivel.

The poor children must be
absolutely terrified.

It's fine.
No such thing as bad publicity.

We're not going ahead
with the unveiling?

Arthur's dead!

Leaving us broke, with
fifty new dolls to assemble.

We'll have to work overtime,
but do we have a choice?

This is what Arthur wanted.

It might raise eyebrows
if we cancel.

Exactly. We can't afford
to look suspicious.

Felix: Merlin Crowe, he's
the doll designer.

And there is Octavia Hemlock,
she's a seamstress.

And there's Gideon Glove.
He is the doll "surgeon".

They've all been living

and working together
for over two decades.

Then we have Beth Moody.

History of petty crime,
in and out of Borstal.

She only arrived in
Great Slaughter six months ago,

and now we have
a dead body and--

Boniface: A doll.

Sorry, I was hoping for
a more elegant segue.

This way, please.

So, while awaiting
the pathologist's report,

I took the liberty of
carrying out my own post-mortem.

Excuse the tape.
It's the eyes.

Following me.

Felix: Sorry.

Not to be pedantic,

but wouldn't a post-mortem
at least require a victim?

Well, apology accepted.
Here, look at this.

A slit in the vinyl. See?

Made by the same fettling knife
that killed Arthur Salem.

You're not serious?

Observation--

no traces of Mr. Salem's
blood in the wound.

Deduction-- Harmony was stabbed
first.

Another substance, however,
transferred from the knife

to the doll--
surgical disinfectant.

That's not something
you'd find in a doll shop.

Unless--

The dolly repair man
has delusions of grandeur?

So, down there is our
little village hall.

We do all sorts here.

Harvest Festival,
town meetings.

and we have a little
church hall too.

Is Great Slaughter a town
or a village?

Hm. Never really
thought about it.

I'm gathering up all the dolls
I can.

Someone has to protect them
from the dreaded doll killer!

I think you misheard
the rumours, Miss Thimble.

Grayslarrs unnerseej!

It's just a silly story, Tom.

Tourd de pappers!

What language is he speaking?

Norman:

Hello?

"Don't worry, Norman,
won't all go out for lunch

without you... again."

Is someone there?

It's not funny anymore.

You can come out now.

Please!

Leave me alone!

- Peggy: Norman?
- Peggy?

Peggy: Can you come out, please?

We need to stop
this scary doll talk.

Beth was right.

Back for the next member
of the family?

There's that word again.

But according to our records,

none of you
are actually related.

You came here as an evacuee.

November 1940.

A frightened boy, packed
off to live with strangers.

But while Hitler's
bombs obliterated my hometown,

those strangers made
me feel safer than ever.

That's family.

Disinfectant, Mr. Glove?

Doctor Glove.

And yes,
I sterilise my instruments.

Is this about my fettling
knife?

Yesterday morning,
I was in theatre,

when Arthur waltzed in
with an announcement.

Harmony is our priority,

and Merlin needs help
assembling the moulds.

Assembly?

I've been mending dolls
for twenty years!

Our customers have
more money these days.

Why offer them repairs,

when we can encourage them
to buy newer products?

This is a business, Gideon.
Hmm?

Gideon: I left her like that
on Arthur's bench.

Harmony was a heartless
abomination, just like him.

So much for family.

You say you've been mending
dolls for twenty years?

But how could you?
You would have been a child.

The war ended, left me
orphaned.

Octavia and Merlin
wanted me to stay, but Arthur...

He only agreed because
my nimble fingers were capable

of intricate doll work.

- That is awful.
- It's also motive.

The murder weapon
belonged to you,

you'd already used it
on the doll.

I didn't kill Arthur.

But I am glad he's dead.

Everyone and everything
is disposable to him.

My surgery, our values,
Eliza-Rose.

Eliza-Rose?

Octavia?
What's wrong?

If it's the police,
let me handle them.

No! I won't let
you get into any more trouble.

Trust me.

I strongly advise you
to reconsider.

Got a tip-off last night.
A killer doll.

It was too good not to print.

Didn't think it was
actually true though.

It's not true.

I mean, there was a doll
at the crime scene.

She had me cornered.
I was done for.

And then you appeared.

My saviour!

- Doll: Peek-a-boo!
- Sorry. Slip of the hand.

If I may? This was clearly
a tasteless prank, Mr. Whalley.

A respectable journalist
such as yourself

must employ objectivity.

Exactly.

And even if the doll
did want to kill you,

it wouldn't be able to use
a knife.

Its little arms
only move in circles.

Like that.

- That's not what I meant.
- Wouldn't it be more like...

sort of that?

This is highly inappropriate.

Actually, from
a rotational physics standpoint,

the downwards strike
would be the most effective.

- Like that.
- Are you sure?

I don't know, I still think
the circles, like that.

No, more like this.
Down, down. Like that.

Like that. That's it.
He's got the--

That's the spirit.

Felix: Thousands of drawings
and poems.

- All about this doll.
- They're all mine.

Please, just leave Beth alone.

But why would you try to burn
them?

I heard you talking about her.
I knew if you found these...

You would never understand.

Why not?

Because you live in
a world... a different world.

With people you love.
Who can love you back.

Have you never had a child
of your own?

So you found
a different kind of love.

With Eliza-Rose.

And I'm guessing not
everyone understood her value?

Arthur wasn't just launching
a new doll, was he?

He was replacing an old one.

And when you couldn't make
him understand what pain

it was causing you...

Did you snap?

Arthur was like a brother to me!

If you think I would kill him
over a doll,

you're crazier than I am!

This is the ledger
that Beth mentioned.

Did you try to burn this too?

I do apologise, Victoria.

It's usually somewhat livelier
in here.

It's all these doll rumours.

Folk are scared
to leave their homes.

Victoria: Your community
certainly is unique.

Though I don't understand why
an officer of Felix's talents

should be abandoned here.

Have you heard anything
from Scotland Yard?

Um... well... not really.

I say London's loss is our gain.

Absolutely. Your man is
a credit to this force.

We've learnt a lot from him.

Aw, that's lovely to hear.

Even if Felix did move to
England to be taught himself.

Victoria, please.

Look, they're being modest.

I learn
from all of them every day.

You know,
and Sister Boniface,

she's on the forefront
of British forensic science.

No. Gosh! No. I merely dabble.

Although you might find
my lab of some interest.

I can take you there tomorrow,
if you like.

Thank you, but Felix and I have
spent so little time together.

We have much
to discuss about the future.

Unless he's too busy again?

I was waiting for the right
time to talk to you.

Anyone would think
you're trying to avoid me.

I would never!

You know I would spend every
minute with you if I could.

I fear we're getting in
the way of your reunion.

No, please!
Forget I said anything.

I'm sorry, everyone.

I have to remind myself,
we'll be back in Bermuda soon.

We? You're leaving us, Sarge?

Something's not right.

It's Dottie!

Felix: Miss Thimble?

Are you in here?

Woman: Have mercy!

Please.

This is the police.
Whoever that is, show yourself!

Oh.

It's okay,
Miss Thimble, you're safe.

Sergeant Livingstone.
What brings you here?

Good dolls never play
with scissors!

You had quite the fright.

Perhaps Mrs. Clam will make
you one of her delicious teas?

Nonsense!
Brandy is what she needs.

Splendid, a large one, please.

I'm sure you know best.

She means well.

There they are.
Come in, everyone.

Come on. That's right.

The people have a right to know

if Great Slaughter isn't
safe anymore, Peggy!

- Peggy: Norman, that's enough
- No, that's not enough.

I'm sorry we, have to know we've
got the right to know.

I'm sorry to do this, Peggy,

but we have a right to know
what is going on in this town.

- Peggy: Can you please leave?
- She's laughing at us.

She?

I hate to do this,

but we need to know what's
going on.

What is she doing?

Probably some genius
experiment.

- It looks like she's...
- Watching paint dry?

Correct. I noticed the paint
on the stage was still tacky.

This is the forefront
of British forensic science?

Right.

The message was painted
no more than twelve minutes

before our arrival.

Deduction-- our perpetrator
absconded during the storm.

But Beth's clothes were
still dry.

Perhaps she ran home
and changed?

I don't see the logic
behind this person's actions.

Unless they want to make
everyone afraid of dolls?

Like you, Sister.
Apparently, it's the eyes.

I want cuddles!
I need cuddles!

What's happening?

I don't want your cuddles.

She does this sometimes.
Best to leave her to it.

Eyes.

Oh, no.

Bingo!
We have a new suspect.

I made my peace a long ago
with the fact

that nobody would love me.

But they would love
my creations.

Eliza-Rose was exceptional.
I mean, more than just a doll.

But all my designs were
flawless.

Until Harmony?

I'm afraid the eyes gave
her away.

Precisely 0.03 inches
out of alignment.

Add to that
the loose hip socket,

uneven weight distribution--

Please, stop.

You placed those dolls .
not to incite panic,

but to ensure they
would never sell.

Lest the world discover
your failure.

I did not fail.
She just wasn't quite finished.

You jeopardised the future
of this shop.

Your colleagues' livelihoods.

They were going ahead
with the launch!

Despite how much I'd pled
with Arthur.

There's still some play
in those hips.

And her phrases are too long!

I can record some new ones.

No.

You have fifty Harmony units
to paint,

and your time is my money.

We can make savings elsewhere!

Stop supporting local
charities, for example.

Charitable donations
reflect well on the shop.

Arthur, please! Please!

Just please, take a look.

Sam: Suffice to say
your pleading didn't work.

No.

An hour later, he brought the
unveiling forward by a month.

So you found another way
to get through to him.

- A knife in the back.
- What?

I may be a prideful old fool,

but one thing I am not
is a murderer.

And your evidence
doesn't prove otherwise.

Does it?

Well, don't go too far.

We may have more questions
for you.

Okay. Arthur took this ledger
from Merlin.

By the end of the afternoon,

he accelerated his plans
by a month,

dismissed an employee
and he lost his life.

You think he found
something in there?

Merlin drew his attention
to this--

You see this list
of local charities?

Check it out. We'll talk to
the other suspects.

Someone's bound to unravel, if
we keep pulling that...

- ...thread.
- String.

Simple mechanics.

Harmony's
phrases were too long.

A longer recording necessitates
a longer pull-string.

A doll. On a shelf.
With a knife.

We had all the puzzle pieces
from the beginning.

The problem was our
perspective.

Viewed from one angle,
we saw a possessed toy.

From another,

a criminal mastermind
with a flair for the dramatic.

But we ignored our biggest
clue. Question--

why did WPC Button hear
the doll's voice on the phone?

Hypothesis-- Harmony was simply
a device.

Now for the clever bit.

Doll: Nobody's safe from my
kisses. Mwah!

You're kidding me.
Bravo, Sister.

So the knife was
just pinning the doll in place?

Quite brilliant.

I should very much like
to shake this murderer's hand.

Oh, once they've been brought
to justice, of course.

Okay. So that explains the how.

Mm. And we may have a lead
on the who.

Easy when you know
where to look.

Victoria?

Victoria: What are you doing
now?

I'm working.
I thought you understood?

I understood you prioritising
a murder investigation over me,

but door-to-door enquiries?

I'm following a lead.

All the work I do here
is important. Hey!

There is no killer doll to
hunt.

Please go home, and
take your pitchforks with you.

- Where was I?
- These people, Felix.

How can you even understand
what they're saying?

I'm learning
to decipher the gesticulations.

I'm sorry.
I've tried to like it here.

It's a very pretty village, and
your colleagues are nice, but...

can we please go home now?

- Let's talk about this later.
- I am ready to get married

and have babies,
like we planned.

- Don't you want that anymore?
- I do.

I want every single thing
I promised you.

I'm just not ready
to leave Great Slaughter yet.

This place has changed you.

Victoria, wait.

Victoria, listen,
I only have one more house to--

No luck.

The hair on the pull-string

doesn't belong to any
of our suspects.

- Maybe it's doll hair?
- Boniface: Clever thinking.

Alas, all the dolls are made
with synthetic hair

and this one is quite human.

Sam: Please tell me you have
something.

Actually, it's what
I didn't find.

One of the charities that
Salem's Dolls was donating to,

it doesn't exist.

Sam: "Missing Children's Fund."

One phone call to the bank,

and Arthur would have
discovered

where his money
was really going.

Straight into a bank
account belonging to Beth Moody.

Your gut was right.

- How did we miss it?
- Miss what, sir?

The way they talked about her.

Drew her.
She was more than just a doll.

When Gideon talked about
Arthur discarding Eliza-Rose--

What if he wasn't talking
about a doll?

Sam: Eliza-Rose.
The doll was named after you.

Felix: The local archives
confirmed

that you lived here too,
as an evacuee.

Although you came from
different towns,

you and Gideon both
lost your parents in the war,

and an infant was of no use
to Arthur, so he sent you away.

Sam: And two decades of hardship
later,

you returned to Great Slaughter
for revenge.

Worming your way back
into people's trust,

whilst stealing from the shop.

Then Arthur found out
and sacked you.

And when he called
the police to turn you in,

you finally got
the ultimate payback.

- Did I miss anything?
- I lived here?

Is that true?

Nice try, Beth.

I swear
I didn't know.

Look, I'm not a thief
or a murderer.

I'd never even heard of
Salem's Dolls

until I was invited
to interview.

Who invited you?

A letter arrived in the post.

Unsigned.

I can't believe I'm
saying this, but I believe her.

Me too.

But I believe she is connected
to Arthur's death somehow.

Agreed.

But fate didn't bring her
back to Great Slaughter.

Somebody knows who
she really is.

And that same someone opened
a bank account in her name,

got her the job,
and killed to protect her.

Unfortunately, it could be any
of the remaining suspects.

Or someone else
entirely.

We've yet
to find a match for that hair.

I still reckon it's doll hair.

Button.

I know they all
have synthetic hair nowadays.

But what about the older ones?

Like the first Eliza-Rose
doll ever made?

What?

Are you okay, madam?
Hello?

- I'm a nurse.
- I can't breathe.

Let me help you.

You're hurt.

It's okay.

If you don't want me to look,
I won't force you.

Is there someone
I can fetch for you?

Your husband? Children?

My two darlings.

Poor little orphans.

But I loved them like my own.

Do they live locally?

He sent her away.

- Victoria! Are you all right?
- Why wouldn't I be?

When the men in suits came,
I wouldn't let her go.

But Arthur said she'd have
a better life without me.

My little girl.

He didn't realise he
was breaking your heart.

But Merlin understood.
He made you a doll,

named after the child
you missed so terribly.

I couldn't just let her go!

So for twenty years, you've been
watching over Beth from afar,

diverting money
into a trust account of sorts,

in case she came back.

- Why didn't you go after her?
- How could I explain

this intense,
overwhelming feeling of...

- Love.
- Love.

Love.

And then six months ago,

you had a chance to bring her
home.

Arthur wanted a new doll,
he needed someone to paint her,

give her a voice.

You invited Beth to interview,
made sure she got the job.

I had her back by my side.

No one even suspected.

Then Arthur threatened
your bliss once again.

You have twenty minutes
to vacate the premises!

It's all my fault.
I can explain.

- I don't want to hear.
- Please, Arthur.

- You don't understand.
- The woman is a thief.

It's her! Beth.

She's her.

Police?

Arthur Salem of Salem's Dolls.

Drop what you're doing
and get over here.

Get off.

Arthur Salem of Salem's Dolls.

Are you still there? Yes!

Arthur Salem of--

Boniface: You kept Beth safe
this time.

But you knew that
the police would soon arrive,

and you'd lose her anyway.

Unless, that is,

you could make your desperate
misdeed appear impossible.

Doll: Oopsie!
I'll be in big trouble

when Father gets home.

Felix: So you went back to the
shop,

and you kept quiet
until our colleagues arrived.

The only thing
you are missing was...

the ledger.

Would've burnt it sooner.

This brings me no pleasure.

Octavia Hemlock,
I'm arresting you--

I think she sustained
an injury during the attack.

Octavia, I need you to let go
of the doll now, please.

No. She protected me.

Please.

Probable rib fracture.

Clammy skin,
loss of consciousness.

I think she may be losing
blood internally.

Call an ambulance.
I'll be right back.

No!
Aah!

Octavia!

Open the door, please.

It's only natural to be afraid.

But I fear your fever
may be clouding your judgement.

Octavia.

Without urgent medical
attention, you could die.

Octavia: I deserve to die!
I'm the devil!

Beth: No.

You're just trying
to protect a child.

Six months ago, I had nothing.

No one.

When you brought me here,
I could never have imagined.

You-- You were giving me a
life.

Octavia.

I have been there too.

Alone in an unfamiliar place.

Not knowing
that the strangers around you

would become your
closest friends.

Your family.

And I know how devastating
it would be to lose them.

As it will be for Beth,
if you don't open this door.

My little girl!

I owe you an apology,
Inspector.

You're not the dim-witted,

judgemental narcissist
you appear to be.

Thank you. I think?

Water under the bridge.

I hear Octavia is recovering
well.

Sister Reg volunteers
at the Sanctum Hospital.

Well, it's no hotel, but they
let her keep her sewing machine.

I visited this morning,
to tell her the good news.

I used the money
from that savings account

to repurpose fifty
Harmony dolls.

A curious week has passed.

Some of us survived.
Others bled to death.

I see now...
we are all built differently.

We are all flawed.

And our dolls were only human,
after all.

Happy birthday, Eliza-Rose.

So without any further ado,

I would like
to now invite you all to meet...

Miss Fitz.

A perfectly imperfect doll.

Each handcrafted with
her own unique irregularity.

And not a pull-string in sight.

I should have made time for
you.

- Victoria: You had to work.
- I know.

But maybe, unconsciously, I
was avoiding this conversation.

And I am so sorry, Victoria.

You-- You're the love
of my life.

Please, me first.

This place, and these people,
they mean a lot to you.

And I think I'm beginning to
see why.

What are you saying?

Victoria: I would do anything
for you, Felix.

Including getting married
and living with you

in a quirky little
English village.

So, we can stay? Together?

And we're getting married?

We're getting married
in Great Slaughter!

That is of course,

until your position
at Scotland Yard is confirmed.

Sorry?

Well, it's charming here,
but it's not us.

We need the bustle of a city.

- Congratulations!
- You're really staying, Sarge?

Sam: You had me worried there
for a moment, mate.

A toast, to the future
Mr. and Mrs. Livingstone.

- Cheers!
- Cheers!