All language subtitles for Sister boniface mysteries - 4x01

Having just thwarted
another dastardly scheme,

Foxman and Beaver

are about to discover
there is no such thing

as a rest for the wicked.

Yes, commissioner.

I see.

Right away.

Our next mission?

The Minx has set her sights
on the Darlington ruby

-in Cotswolds.
-The Cotswolds are in England.

Holy tea and strawberry
scones, Foxman!

Tally ho, Beaver, it's
off to Blighty we go.

To the Foxplane at once!

All of my dreams are
about to come true.

Well, most of them.

You are a lucky man, Norman.

I wish we could watch.

No, Sam. Foxman has to be
serious, like the comics.

It's hilarious, Sarge.

Hank Sawyer, writer,
producer, narrator

and for this special
episode, director.

It sure is great to
meet some British fans.

Norman Whalley, "Albion
Bugle". I'm covering the shoot.

I was wondering if my
police friends here could...

Oh, sure. Stick around.

You can enjoy the stunt
and the craft services.

We've hired in some
authentic local cuisine.

-Just like your mum makes.
-Thank you, Mr. Sawyer!

Oh! Oh, Mr. Hyde! I
watch you every week.

Oh, then how about a picture?

Anything for an English rose.

Let's make this a
whole lot better.

You just can't help
yourself, can you?

I thought they were
supposed to be best friends.

A thousand apologies.

Never again will
I entrust my life

into your wayward hands, Sister!

Foxman fans are we?

Hello, Sam. We're here
on convent business.

It is a matter of the
utmost importance.

Will someone get me out
of this contraption?

Oh, no, sir, look.

Sergeant Livingstone,

as you missed breakfast
you may help yourselves.

Oh, um, actually no.
We've... We've already eaten.

But I've made a fox cake!

You didn't use
actual fox, did you?

I never reveal my ingredients.

You Brits.

You know, you really do have
the most captivating look.

-Do I?
-Oh, really?

What about my look?

Ah... I can't thank you enough

for sharing your home
with us, my Lord.

My dear father was a
fan. He'd be very proud.

Ah, Reverend Mother.

Lord Sedgewick, a word at
your earliest convenience.

Of course.

Camilla Cattermole.

Icon.

Glamour-puss.

Goddess of the silver screen.

You're probably wondering why
I've lowered myself to this.

Because you're broke. And
no one else will hire you.

Says the man who is
typecast as a fox.

Well I sure love having you
as our special guest villain.

Well we all know why that
is, don't we darling?

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.

Well, aren't you just delicious?

Oh, you clumsy oaf!

This waste of skin is Jane.

She's my stunt double
and general dogsbody.

Thank you.

She can manage.

Jane, come!

Thank you.

Sorry.

All right folks, let's get
set up for the first scene.

Gentlemen, what
can I do for you?

We have received information

that a nefarious
villainess intends

to steal the Darlington ruby.

She's known as The Minx.

A cat-burglar who
will stop at nothing

-to get her claws...
-To get her claws into some

of the most precious
jewels in the world.

Well, how utterly bizarre.

Perhaps you can tell
me more over tea.

Could you inform my butler?

I must confess to finding an
excuse for us to be alone.

-Then you felt it too.
-Yes.

An attraction so
irresistible, so electric...

Cut! Cut! Cut! I can't.
I'm sorry, I just can't.

Camilla dear, I
need the romance.

Well, then, I'll
do it with a look.

-I do have standards.
-Well, The Minx doesn't.

-Woah! Woah! Hang on a second.
-Jane darling, ciggie.

Now if it were being played
by someone more foxy like him

I wouldn't even have to act.

Camilla, I'm not sure
this is a good idea.

I've just taken a call from...

-My asthma...
-Boo hoo!

Just go and rehearse the
stunt, you insufferable worm!

I have had enough of this!

-Who is this old... penguin?
-Now, just a minute.

Steady on.

I am no more a penguin
than your sister is a worm!

You are a nothing but a diva.

A puffed up preening
egomaniac has been!

Camilla. Camilla!

Yes?

It's Inspector Gillespie, Sam.

I just wanted to check
you're all right.

Please come in.

You must think I'm pathetic.

No. Not at all.

You must be very strong to
tolerate that sister of yours.

Between you and I, I
have an escape plan.

I've been taking acting lessons.

Oh, yes?

I mean, Camilla can
never find out, but...

Maybe in a few years
time, if things work out,

I could leave her.

Well, maybe you don't
need to wait that long.

Darling.

Oh, hello.

Darling, I've been beastly.

Can you ever forgive me?

I know you don't mean it.

I'll leave you both to it.

Thank you for taking
care of my sister.

Maybe later I could
take care of you too?

I don't think so. Goodbye, Jane.

To what do I owe the...

The convent roof is in
dire need of repairs.

A complete
refurbishment is needed.

Oh.

Sounds expensive.

Lord Sedgwick,

you are the new landlord,
it is your responsibility.

Which I cherish just as
much as my father did.

He so loved the nuns.

And you, of course.

And I of him. God rest his soul.

But entre nous. He left
me in bit of a pickle.

Heaving debts and
bad investments.

Lord Sedgewick, St.
Vincent's is a house of God.

These repairs are urgent.

Then this Foxman fee has come
at precisely the right time.

When filming is complete,

the rather size able
sum will be all yours.

-Thank you, Lord Sedgewick.
-My pleasure.

It's, uh...

It's what father
would have wanted.

Catch me if you can, Foxman!

And... cut! Just swell Camilla.

After lunch when we
have everything secure,

Jane will escape
out this window,

thwarting our heroic duo.

Are you quite sure this is safe?

Yes, it looks very dangerous.

It'll be triple checked.

Even so. You're
really brave Jane.

Fearless, I'd say.

Except that I'm doing this one.

What?

She's made up her mind.

The penguin was right.
I was a diva earlier.

Mea culpa!

So I'm not putting Jane
through the stress of it all.

You don't want her
getting all the glory.

I can't let you do
it. You're our star.

You said yourself
it's infallible.

Besides with me, you'll
get a better performance.

Think of the close-ups.

If you insist.

All right everybody,
that's lunch.

And then it's time
to make some magic!

Ah! There you are.

A word, if I may.

Oh lordy, with pleasure.

See you all later.

Oh, Whalley?

Yes, Miss Cattermole?

I have a little
exclusive for you.

A nice juicy one.

I see you have multiple
cameras in place?

Yes, Sister.

This way I can capture all
the angles I need in one take.

How fascinating!

Thank you, for earlier, Sam.

You're welcome.

Jane! I'm not so
sure about this.

You'll be fine. I promise.

If I so much as break a nail
I'll have your guts for garters!

Perhaps you were
right about leaving.

Why wait?

All right, everyone. For a take.

-Ooh.
-Roll cameras.

And...

Action!

The ruby is within my grasp.

Farewell my furry friends!

Will our heroes ever catch up

with this dastardly Minx?

Holy Minx on a rope, Foxman!

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Nothing can stop me now!

No!

Oh, no, no!

What a way to go.
Immortalised on film.

Although, not quite in the
way she'd have hoped for.

Well let's keep this
under wraps for now.

Button, talk to Norman.

And we're gonna need the
footage from those cameras.

-Yes, sir.
-Sister.

Frayed ends.

Well, I think it's safe to
assume this was sabotage.

But who'd want to kill
such a lovely person?

But the rope, it was
checked right after Camilla

said yes to the stunt.

Well, given the
position of the break,

it must have been
damaged... up there.

Therefore, whoever was in
this room in the lunch break

could well be our killer.

Most curious.

These abrasions are new.

But what caused them?

And who?

Shouldn't we consider the person

that was supposed to do the
stunt in the first place?

It should've been me.

I should have
insisted on doing it.

Why did Camilla decide
to do the stunt herself?

I told her about my acting
lessons after we talked.

And I think,

bizarre as it may sound,

she felt threatened.

She was somewhat irrational.

Do you know of anyone who might
have wanted to kill your sister?

Not kill her, no.

-And yourself?
-All the time.

But... she was my sister!

Was my sister.

And I loved her, I did.

Our mother forced
her to be a star.

I was the one who was
able to have a childhood.

And she...

Camilla was only like that

because she was so damaged.

I can only hope that
now she's at peace.

Thank you, Jane.

Please catch who did this.

With Sister Boniface on
the case, I have no doubt.

What a way for it all to end.

End? Can't we just
recast The Minx?

Reshoot her scenes?

The insurance won't pay out
as it's not an accident.

And the studio aren't
going to spend another dime

on this episode.
They're furious.

No, the whole show is
over, just like my career.

If I might interject, why
not make some other episodes?

Somebody won't sign
another contract.

I wonder why that is.

According to the studio, there
is no Foxman without Brett Hyde.

-No more episodes?
-Sam.

Right, yes. We need to know
where you all were over lunch.

Someone here may
well be responsible.

We've spoken to all of them now

and none of them have
a convincing alibi.

What about the rope, Sister?

Well, so far all I have
is a faint smell of mint.

-Mint?
-No, Peggy!

Oh, dear.

The precise location and
quantity of the water

is somewhat unpredictable.

So I see.

Oh, I'm sorry, Sarge.

I, uh...

thought you should
see this, Sister.

Found it in Camilla's room.

Don't think you'll
be able to read much.

Looks like gum.

Au contraire, Peggy dear.

Behold. Loretta the
liquid nitrogen.

Oh, I also found what
looked like props

from the show in her suitcase.

How peculiar.

Voila!

Oh, fish bums!

When is the roof being repaired?

At this rate, never!

Lord Sedgewick was relying
on finishing the filming

to fund the repairs.

Lord knows what we're
going to do now.

Was he really?

I might have an idea then.

Hang on. What have we here?

A memo from our director.

Most illuminating.

Yes, it's true.

I wanted her gone.

She was a nightmare. You
saw that for yourself.

So this written
warning had no effect?

She didn't care,

so I complained to her agent.

Turns out I was the only one
stupid enough to employ her.

The studio refused
to recast her.

So you took matters
into your own hands?

You don't really think...

You're the one who gave Camilla
permission to do the stunt.

This last episode
would have taken us

to the magic number
for syndication.

The residuals would
have been eye-watering.

I wouldn't risk that.

Now everybody loses big.

So, unless...

Sister?

Yes, um, well, something
struck me earlier.

All you need to continue
with the filming is

someone with acting aptitude
who looks exactly like Camilla.

She's good, isn't she?

Hank, my sister has
just plummeted to...

her death in front
of my very eyes.

It has to be a no.

Perhaps something good could
come out of this tragedy.

The career you said you wanted.

But I could never...

out of respect for Camilla.

Maybe this is a way
to honour your sister.

How could I ever hold my own
with professional actors?

They'd be gentle.

As would I.

What if I was the intended
target of the stunt?

Unlikely.

The rope was compromised
after Camilla announced

I could be your
personal bodyguard.

You would?

Just one scene.

If you hate it, we shut
down production for good.

But if it works,

your sister's last role
will be seen by the world.

Now wouldn't that be

a fitting tribute?

Any last words,
my little Beaver?

You won't get away with this!

I already have.

Start the gas, boys!

Will The Minx's killer gas
wipe out our beloved Beaver?

Tune in after these
messages to find out.

Meow!

And... cut!

-Jane, you were wonderful!
-You really think so?

I will carry on, but no stunts.

Not a problem. Uh,
let's pick it up people.

Roll cameras.

And... action!

Beaver, take these.

Holy anti-killer
gas pills, Foxman!

The Minx is getting away!

We'll stop her.

And now we have the advantage.

That will be her folly.

Cut!

Walt can't help himself.

No wonder the show's ending.

-Hey!
-Oh, sorry.

Holy fox suspect, Sister.

The abrasions on
the chaise lounge,

I take it that you sat
down there at lunchtime

without your tail?

Guilty as charged.

But I... But I couldn't.

The sister mentioned that
Camilla was giving something

to the press about
you, something juicy.

I went up there to beg
her to keep quiet about...

during our scene earlier,

Camilla felt this.

Oh, my.

Well, yes, it is
nothing to be ashamed of

when your costume
is so... fitted.

What's the point
of staying in shape

when it's all ending anyway?

So she was gonna humiliate you?

Yes!

But I would never kill for that.

You gotta believe me.

Where is the real
Lady Darlington?

Where you'll... Where
you'll never find her.

And... And don't think that just

because I find you
extremely attractive I...

I won't kill you.

I can't do this.

No, you're doing really well.

It just feels...

It feels wrong to
benefit from her demise.

Added to which I feel...

relieved.

She can't hurt me any more.

But someone here might
be out to get me.

I'll never let anyone hurt you.

While you're here, I mean.

You make me feel so safe, Sam.

And secure.

I don't know what I would...

The footage is back
from the lab, sir.

Uh, good man. If
you'll excuse me?

Getting on well
with Jane, I see.

Huh?

I'm supporting a grieving woman.

And perhaps, getting over Ruth.

Shall we watch this thing?

Oh, yes, indeed.

Well, most fortuitously we found
some test footage of the window

during the lunch break.
Uh, Peggy, lights please.

I know exactly who that is.

It's my property!

Aren't I allowed to
go where I please?

Although you denied
it earlier, my Lord.

Yes, well, I thought it
might look suspicious.

I merely went in to retrieve
my precious possessions.

For what reason?

I knew that insufferable woman

was gonna be trampling
through the room.

This morning she broke a
Ming vase in her bedroom.

When I confronted her,

she had the cheek to
demand a replacement!

Well, I take it you can
claim it on insurance?

I'm ashamed to
say it has lapsed.

A few liquidity problems.

Speaking of which I have an
appointment with my accountant.

So if you're quite finished?

Sam, Hank says he's delighted
with my performance!

You're a natural, Jane.

I can't believe I'm
getting away with it.

Well done.

I'll, um, see you both tomorrow.

Sam, the thing is,

I... I don't think I can
be on my own tonight.

Well, I suppose I, um, I could
stand guard outside your room.

That really was
rather wonderful.

Well, I've never had
any complaints before.

You were sensational.

I don't know what came over me.

I wouldn't be doing any
of this without you.

Just remember me when
you're a big Hollywood star.

I could never forget you, Sam.

Round two?

I thought you'd never ask.

Rise and shine everyone.

For the last day of Foxman.

Ever.

Get help!

Now!

Right Peggy, you go with
Sam and you guard him.

With my life, Sarge.

I going to need you to tell
me exactly what happened.

Sam was in my room,

when someone tried
to open the door.

When he went out to see
who it was, I heard a thud.

By the time I got
there, he was...

You may well have been the
target all along, Jane.

And Sam got in the way.

Right, well I shall be
your protection now.

Thank you, Sergeant.

I just hope that
Sam's going to be...

He will be.

And mark my word,

I will uncover whoever
is responsible.

Any word on the Inspector?

Stable.

Unconscious.

As well as can be expected.

We shall pray for
him at Vespers.

Thank you, Reverend Mother.

Ah...

I hope you are progressing.

Ah.

No joy with the
substance on the rope.

But, um, I have found a
sticky residue on this prop,

which was used as the weapon

Which is?

Glycerine, glucose,
and rubber polymer.

Sticky, sweet, and stretchy.

Oh.

-Bubblegum.
-Bubblegum?

My memento from the show.

Which went missing.

Why would I hit him?

Jealousy.

Your bubblegum was on the
memo found in Camilla's room.

Ah. Right.

You were... intimate?

Since the studio
sessions at Elstree.

It ended yesterday.

When she met
Inspector Gillespie.

Said she wasn't interested
in boys any more.

She wanted a real man.

Well, that must
have hurt somewhat.

It did.

I had a thing for her.

So you see I...

I could never kill her.

I doubt it's a
coincidence that the man

who stole her affections
is now in hospital.

You have motive for the
murder and the assault.

But you can't prove either...

Sister.

I'm
expecting you back

at the Sea View this
evening, Inspector.

But there'll be no
special treatment.

Although, I will allocate an
additional sausage at breakfast.

If you'll only wake up.

-Mrs. Clam?
-I must get back.

There's been no
improvement, Sister.

-He is going to be all right?
-Yes, Peggy.

He has to be.

I know how much
you like a lie in.

But that's enough now, Sam.

There's a killer on the loose.

And I can't do this alone.

I need my friend.

My best friend.

Of course, I have a theory.

I usually do, don't I?

Brett, he um...

he has multiple motives,

and, um, there's the... the
gum residue on the weapon,

but, um...

Gum.

Oh, the mint on the rope!

Well, lookee here.

The glittering
prize is all mine.

It's the end for you, Foxman.

But first...

It's you!

You!

What?

Did you really believe that
I was the Lady of the Manor?

Then where is the
real Lady Darlington?

Where you'll never find her.

And don't think that just

because I find you
extremely attractive,

I won't kill you.

Thought as much.

Beaver!

Beaver!

Doxy, Floozy, Siren, get 'em!

Holy elusive cat burglar.

She's done it again, Foxman!

And... cut.

What? W-Were we really that bad?

No, it's just...

that was our last
ever fight scene.

All thanks to Brett.

You still don't get it, do you?

It's all your fault.

Well, I think you'll find

he's the one not
renewing his contract.

Mr. North.

We need to have a word.

Any news on Sam?

Yes. The hospital did telephone.

He's showing signs
of improvement.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Fudgeberries and cream.

Not a speck of gum
of any kind, Leonard.

Just mint and tar.

A confounding combination

What I really need

is some kind of culprit
reveal computer.

The Fox Clue Culprit
Reveal Computer,

at your disposal, Sister.

Oh, thank you very much.

Oh!

How very groovy.

You gotta remember, Sister
that whilst you fight crime,

it's important to
have a little fun.

I don't understand.

"Observe the Foxusi?"

This dance...

All you need, Sister,

is one

little

deductive pu-u-ush.

Oh?

Bingo!

How could I not see it, Leonard?

It all fits!

My actress for the last scene

has come down with
food poisoning.

I don't suppose you're of
the show business persuasion?

-Voila!
-Come with me!

Ooh!

We rehearsed this, Mr. North.

Perhaps,

on occasion,

I may have hogged the limelight.

Too little too late, Walt.

He's impossible!

Where's Jane?

I don't know. Why?
Is she in danger?

We need to go to
the hospital now!

Dear Sam.

This is such a shame.

Such a waste.

Because you really are
so very good looking.

We had fun,

didn't we, darling?

But I'm afraid I just can't
let you keep on breathing.

Not when you know
my little secret.

Can you unlock the door please?

I don't know what. The
door must be jammed!

We can see the door is locked.

I assume you're back to
finish what you started.

Because Sam discovered
the truth, didn't he?

Everything all right, darling?

Darling...

were you smoking in there?

Yes, uh...

I do now and again.

Can it be our little secret?

-But your asthma...
-Is so much better.

That's not you is it...

Camilla?

How ridiculous.

Look, I'd, uh, better be going.

Don't be so ridiculous.

I-I could never hurt Sam.

Or... Or anyone!

Then open the door!

I can't!

I assume that you
sabotaged the stunt

after you met Walt in the attic.

Leaving traces of your menthol
cigarettes on the rope.

This is fantasy!

But why kill your sister?

My theory is that Hank's
complaint was the final straw.

The call Jane mentioned,

was it perhaps from your
agent, dropping you?

That news must have
been devastating.

So with no one to hire you,

you decided to play a new role,

to give your career
one last chance.

Playing Jane

was the dreariest
role I have ever had!

What other evidence is needed

that I am an
exceptional actress!

Yes, yes but why did
Jane agree to play you?

I overheard her talking to Sam.

So I made her a proposition.

But you can't act. We
know that for a fact.

Well, perhaps I can, if
you would only let me.

Maybe I can have a career
now that yours is over.

Over?

The call was from your agent,

severing all ties.

He said that no one
would touch you now,

not even with a bargepole.

I'm sorry.

Why don't we give
you a little test?

And if you pass,
I'll let you go.

And I'll give you enough money
to get back on your feet.

How does that sound, darling?

That would be
wonderful, dear sister!

All you have to do
is convince everyone,

when you're doing the
stunt, that you're me.

Do you think you could
do that, darling?

Oh, I think that would be easy.

She was going to leave me.

She was going to trade
on my face and my career.

How dare she!

Look. It's over. It's over.

Just open the door,
give yourself up.

And the judge will be lenient.

Oh, do you really think so?

Yes, yes! Camilla, you
could turn things around.

Oh, claptrap!

If I'm going down for one, I
may as well go down for two!

No!

Time for my big finish!

Leave him alone!

-What on earth?
-I'll get the door.

No! Let go!

Quick she's getting away!

-She's wearing suede!
-Let go!

Hey! Hey, hey!

I'm arresting you for the
murder of Jane Cattermole.

Oh, Sam!

Sir?

We did it.

We saved the day.

Yes, you're real heroes.

She's right. We are the best.

It's such a shame
all this has to end.

Well, if things could change?

If we had more equal footing?

And equal billing.

Ah, ge... G...

Yeah.

That's wonderful news.

Can someone tell me
how this story ends?

If The Minx was playing
Lady Darlington,

then where's the real one?

Can you hear that, Beaver?

Thought you'd never find me.

Oh! Ooh!

Thank goodness...

you're alive.

However your precious ruby
is nowhere to be see...

After your Commissioner
tipped me off,

I took the liberty of
having a copy made.

-Popped it in the safe.
-Ingenious.

Then the last laugh
is on The Minx!

Time to return to the
land of the free, Foxman.

To the Foxplane, Beaver?

Our fight against crime
will never be over.

And that concludes our
Great British tale.

Until next time Fox fans.

And... cut!

That's a wrap everyone,
but only for now!

Which is all down
to me, actually.

Oh, you!

I can actually see the
funny side of Foxman now.

Oh, I'm glad, Sarge.

What a perfect slice
of silliness it is.

Right. Shall we?

Yes, Lord Sedgewick.

The good news is I can
now cover your repairs.

I take it there
is some bad news?

My father's investments
have taken a further tumble.

It pains me to say this,

but if things don't improve
in the next few months

my only option is to...

Not St. Vincent's.

It will break my heart
to sell the convent,

but I-I may have no choice.

My community would be broken up.

Scattered all over the country.

I will fight with
every fibre of my being

to keep you in your
rightful place.

Thank you, Lord Sedgewick.

I'm... I'm sure
you'll do all you can.

Oh, uh...

I would appreciate it

if you would keep this
eventuality to yourself.

I wouldn't want to worry
the sisters unnecessarily.

Of course, Reverend
Mother. You have my word.

And...

I'll pray for you.

I have faith that everything
is going to turn out just fine.