All language subtitles for Miss Scarlet and the Duke s06e06 The Line of Duty

Thank you, my girl.

Georgie. You work for him.

I'm arresting you for aiding an escape
from lawful custody.

Maybe you should take a break from the
writing.

I'll not go back to that mortuary until
Mr Wormsley has offered me a full

apology. I can assure you, Inspector
Blake and I are in the best of terms,

professionally speaking.

Have you lost your mind?

Think of the damage to your reputation.

Hello?

Who's there?

Alexander?

What are you doing here?

Seems an urgent need to come to this
address.

As did I.

Condemned asylum.

Think of nicer places to meet.

Welcome to my office.

Miss Scarlet, Inspector Blick, I do
appreciate your punctuality.

Miss Scott?

Yes, that's what you call me, isn't it?

I use so many names it's hard to keep
track.

Oh, I do apologise for the surroundings,
what they're lacking comfort they make

up for in discretion.

You've summoned us here on government
business.

Please.

As you know, my department deals with
international espionage, not murder

investigations.

You will have read about the death of
Sir Joseph Milner, Under -Secretary at

Foreign Office.

On the face of it, there are no
suspicious circumstances.

But Sir Joseph spent much of his time
moving between the foreign embassies.

So I am duty -bound to make sure there
is no foul play.

Your assistance in this matter will, of
course, be rewarded with a generous

increase in manpower and resources in
your next budget review.

And for you, Miss Scarlett, shall we say
double your usual fee?

In return, I want a full written report
on the circumstances of Sir Joseph's

death, for my eyes only, of course.

This investigation is strictly off the
books.

Do whatever you need to do.

Just, um, be discreet.

Oh!

There is one more thing.

That unpleasant business of the young
lady caught spying around Scotland Yard

means there will be some changes coming
down the line.

All officers will be made to sign a
declaration of interest outlining any

relationships with those they deal with
in the line of duty.

So.

Given the two of you are now
romantically involved,

this will be the last time you work
together.

Drink?

Make it double.

We knew we couldn't keep it quiet
forever.

We'll be fine.

I guess that my business may not.

You didn't spot any other clients?

I was thinking you're worried about us.

I'm teasing you, Eliza.

Don't. You know I don't like it.

I know how hard you fought to build your
business.

I really am sorry.

I know you are.

To our last case.

Our last case.

Whatever the future brings, you will
prevail.

And if you don't, you can always blame
me.

Thank you, Inspector Blake. I appreciate
it.

Well, if this is to be our last case, we
better make it count.

How do we investigate the death of a
government minister discreetly?

We tread carefully and use people we can
trust.

I trust Clarence with my life as well as
my ledgers.

And someone else comes to mind too.

So Joseph Milner was a senior minister
at the Foreign Office, right -hand man

the Foreign Secretary.

Yes, I read about him. He died from a
hunting accident.

The official story is he fell from his
horse, cut his leg, the wound got

infected, he developed a fever, dying a
few days later.

Official story?

That's not what happened.

That's what we intend to find out. Oh,
you think perhaps he was murdered? What

makes you think that?

Well, we can't go into detail.

Not yet, at least.

It makes it to the highest levels of
Parliament, Whitehall, any number of

foreign embassies. We cannot simply turn
up and start asking questions.

Which is why we'll have a cover.

We'll say we're investigating a debate
of street theft in Westminster and

Mayfair. My father did this once when
his prime suspect was from a powerful

family. And it worked?

With a little help from me.

The area of our bogus street thefts
would include Park Lane, where Sir

lived, as well as the government offices
in Whitehall and the embassies he

frequented. We need you two to poke
around at the areas that require, well,

conventional methods.

Myself and Inspector Blake will deal
with the face -to -face interviews,

access to the premises to see what we
can learn about Sir Joseph.

And to avoid suspicion, we'll have an
increased uniform presence on the

just as we would in a genuine
investigation.

So this is to stay strictly between the
four of us?

Five. I have a man on the inside.

The robberies took place in Mayfair and
Westminster, so there will be extra

patrols on the street.

Anyone who looks suspicious or anyone
you think may have seen something, call

them over. See what they have to say.

I have a question, sir.

I haven't heard anything about these
robberies. Me neither.

Where are the incident reports?

There's a backlog in the clerical
office.

No doubt the incident reports are being
processed as we speak.

And those two case bars you wanted.

Thanks, Lady. Thank you.

Do you have a moment, Mrs Pax? Of
course, Detective Willow.

I need some incident reports.

Oh, you just give me the reference
numbers. I can find them for you right

It's... It's a little more complicated
than that.

Delicate matter that requires the utmost
discretion.

Ladies, listen up.

There's been a spate of street thefts,
and Detective Willows is making this a

top priority.

So we need to stop what we're doing and
type up the incident report right away.

I have heard of no robberies on this
street.

It was mostly in the neighbouring area.

But the Metropolitan Police like to be
thorough.

In truth, it is no surprise that I have
heard nothing.

My employer died last week and I have
barely left this house.

There is so much to do.

I am very sorry to hear that, sir.

It was a shock to the entire staff.

Sir Joseph was a good man.

This particular gang liked to target
wealthy gentlemen and follow them to

residence.

Such evil in this world.

I couldn't agree more, Mr. Lawrence.

Perhaps you could summarize Sir Joseph's
daily routine in the event the thieves

had been following him.

Sir Joseph would go to Whitehall to work
and then to various embassies around

the city.

He'd come back late with... With...

He enjoyed the company of ladies.

That is all I shall say.

I visited at least a dozen of the
embassies, but could find nothing of

about the Joseph.

Seemed affable enough.

What did they say?

Quiet, well -mannered, not given to
voicing strong opinions.

He was a politician.

Exactly.

Butler said much the same, although
there was one thing of interest.

Apparently, Sir Joseph liked female
company.

Lovers or ladies of the night?

He wouldn't say.

I tried to press him, but he wouldn't
give details.

He may wish to preserve his reputation.

No -one wants a butler who gossips.

No, it was something else.

Something I can't put my finger on.

What?

Nothing.

What?

I'll miss this.

This working together.

See anything?

We need to see the coroner's report into
Sir Joseph's death.

I can't request afar from the mortuary.
It would cause suspicion.

We need someone that we can trust.

I trust Barnabas Potts.

He's adamant he won't return to work
until Mr Wormsley has apologised.

God knows Ivy's tried.

There's no -one else who might persuade
him?

Perhaps Mr Potts isn't the one who needs
persuading.

Mr. Wormsley?

Yes?

So good to finally meet you.

I feel like I know you already.

I've been asking around about you and
learnt a great deal.

Where you go, what you do, who you meet.

It's all down here.

A complete list of everything you've
been up to.

Perhaps... Mrs. Wormsley might be
interested in a coffee too.

What do you want?

I want to talk to you about a friend of
mine.

Oh, what a muddling deed.

Mr.

Potts.

It is grand to see you back.

Oh, it's good to be back, Detective
Willows.

Mr Worms' change of heart was most
unexpected, but to his credit, he

Several times, in fact, most profusely.

He insisted I return to work immediately
and practically dragged me from the

house. And I know why.

You do?

The place is in total disarray and in
need of urgent attention.

But as I always say... The world is
going to hell in a handcart.

If you want something doing, ask a busy
person.

Well, it is lucky for me that you're
here, Mr Potts, because there's a

report I need to see.

The deceased in question... Well, let's
just say it's a confidential matter.

And one that demands your utmost
discretion.

I got your message.

It's the same.

He's been delivering coal to the Josephs
twice a week for the past three years.

I thought he could give us some insight
into the minister's domestic staff.

This gentleman, for want of a better
word, has a criminal record for assault.

broke a man's arm in an arm wrestling
match.

Well, he's a big man.

No, he didn't win. He lost.

That's why he broke his opponent's arm.

But he failed to declare his criminal
record when he took a job delivering

to a government minister. I thought it
could give us useful leverage on the

questioning. A man like that won't take
too kindly to leverage.

Well, just to confirm, should this turn
into a physical confrontation, that is,

very much your department, not mine?

Leave it with me.

No match for you, my friend.

Drink?

That would be more as well, Carl.

Mrs.

Potts, I just wanted to thank you for
your assistance and for your discretion.

Oh, it's my pleasure, Detective Willows.

In all honesty, I quite enjoyed it.

Oh, while you're here, the applicant's
new office manager, they need security

clearance. I suppose they'll be a bit
extra cautious after what happened with

Miss Summers.

Oh, I'm sorry. That was insensitive of
me.

No.

I'm the one who should apologise. I
should have seen through her.

Well, you weren't the only one taken in
by her.

It wasn't your fault.

I hope the disciplinary board agree.

You're one of the best officers we have,
Detective Willows.

I'm sure they'll see that.

Thank you.

So here's what we know.

Sir Joseph liked the women, and his
butler slightly shifty.

Is that it?

I'm afraid so.

Although I could also add that you look
beautiful today.

Today?

So not yesterday?

Has anyone ever told you you can be
rather demanding?

Constantly.

Oh, please tell us you have something.

I spoke to the man who delivers the coal
to Sir Joseph's house.

After a few drinks, he got loose
-lipped.

Told me there's a butler there, a Mr
Lawrence.

I spoke to him today.

Apparently, none of the other servants
like him.

Rumour has it... Sir Joseph accused him
of theft and planned to dismiss him.

But then the minister upped and croaked
it.

And there's something else?

Even though he lives in a servant's
quarters, Mr Lawrence rents a lodging

in Whitechapel. Do you have the address?

Of course he does.

Lauren? Ladies first.

Thank you, Inspector.

How is he? The doctor isn't sure what's
wrong with him.

He has a fever, breathing problems and
muscle spasms in his neck and jaw.

Sounds like tetanus.

They're considering it.

I can't see any wounds on his body that
would trigger the infection.

Mr. Garland?

Sir?

I have the coroner's report, Mr. Joseph.

It's believed that the cut he sustained
falling from his horse may have caused

an infection.

The cause of death was given as cardiac
arrest, most likely due to tetanus.

So Joseph and his butler both were
suspected tetanus?

Bit odd, isn't it?

Given that it's not infectious.

Odd and unlikely.

Mr. Potts said there was something else
that caused those symptoms.

Stricken and poisoning.

Mr.

Wormsley was most keen to hear all about
my ideas for improving the mortuary.

I must say, he's a changed man.

Oh, it couldn't do to be back.

But alas, I shall have to withdraw my
application to be office manager at

Scotland Yard.

I'm so sorry to disappoint you, my
jewel.

I know how much you were relishing us
working together.

Scotland Yard's loss is a mortuary's
gain, Barnabas.

Thank you, my beloved.

Thank you.

Right. I have an extremely long to -do
list.

This great city of ours seems to
increase its supply of the dead each and

day. But as I always say... If you want
something doing, ask a busy person.

No.

I'm just going to head in the handcart.

It's nice to have my happy Barnabas back
again.

Now we just need to work on you.

I'm fine.

Then why did you face to me otherwise?

You've been very quiet.

There are changes coming at Scotland
Yard.

Inspector Flake will have to declare our
relationship and we will no longer be

able to work together.

Well, I suppose it couldn't stay secret
forever.

Yes, but losing Scotland Yard as a
client will be a loss indeed.

When you were a little girl... Please
don't say it. You don't know what it was

going to say. When I was a little girl,
I had a similar problem. I overcame that

problem and learned a lesson I can use
as an adult.

I wasn't going to say that.

Yes, you were.

How many formative experiences can one
child have?

I wish you were still a child. I put you
over my knee for being so rude.

You know a gentleman covers his mouth
when he yawns.

Gentleman doesn't stay up all night
doing background checks.

What did you find?

Nothing.

I'll say Joseph's household staff were
clean.

I'm getting too old for this.

Are you taking a nap?

In here? Yeah.

Baby, stop talking.

This is a place of work, not a lodging
house.

Aha!

I think I found something.

Just before he died, a large transfer of
money was made from Sir Joseph's bank

account to a small German bank in the
city.

We need to find out who this bank
account belongs to.

Come along.

No time to rest.

Hurry up.

It was here Mr Lawrence collapsed, so I
would wager it was poison.

Someone would use strychnine as a poison
of choice.

I imagine they'd put it in food or
drink.

The question is, who would want to
poison the butler and his employer?

I almost told Sophia about us last
night.

Almost?

I'd like to do it together.

I hope she takes it well.

She's certainly very fond of you.

She thinks you're funny.

Funny? Is it odd?

Funny as in amusing.

Although you are a little odd.

Alexander?

That's an awful lot of watches for one
man.

Especially for someone on a butler's
wage.

What's this?

Calling cards.

Countess Polchek.

Russian Embassy.

There has been a recent space of
robberies in the area, Ambassador

I have heard nothing of these robberies
of which you speak.

The thieves have been targeting ladies
mostly, which is why Miss Scarlet is

helping Scotland Yard with our
inquiries.

During our investigations, we were able
to recover some of the stolen items, one

of which is a silver card holder
belonging to Countess Polchek.

Is she a relative of yours?

She's my wife.

But I have no knowledge of her being
robbed.

Well, perhaps we could speak to her.

She's not here.

Do you know when she'll be back?

My wife and I, we have parted ways.

She has returned to Russia.

That is all I wish to say on the matter.

It's not our intention to cause you
embarrassment or distress, though.

But could you give us a sense of your
wife's movements in the last few weeks?

Suppose, if I don't tell you, some
gossiping servant will.

She had been seeing a lover.

Sir Joseph Milner.

I can only assume that the calling cards
were stolen from his residence.

You are aware Sir Joseph passed away
last week?

I am.

And for full disclosure...

I did visit him a few days before he
died.

I was going to warn him to stay away
from my wife.

But when I arrived, he was outside his
house in the middle of some

kind of argument.

What kind of argument?

He was on the street with two men.

They seemed frustrated with him.

One started shouting.

I couldn't understand what he was
saying.

It was not in English.

What language was it?

It was, I believe, German.

Name and address of the account holder
that the Joseph made payments to.

How did you get that?

Through charm and charisma.

All right, fine, I brought the teller.

The account belongs to a Mr. Klaus Lang.

He's been visiting the bank every week
to withdraw £100 on each visit.

Always on the same day, always at the
same time, and always with an associate.

You pay a visit to this address, and I
shall head back to the office to carry

digging into Sir Joseph's finances.

What? None.

You're impressed, aren't you?

I can tell.

Perhaps.

Sir Joseph did not pay well.

I've no regrets about stealing from him.

One of the items you stole was a silver
case containing the calling card of the

Russian ambassador's wife.

She left her bag at the house one
evening.

You are aware they were having an
affair?

Of course.

She wasn't the first.

Believe me.

What of these two German men Sir Joseph
was arguing with the day before he died?

I was not there.

It was my day off.

Talk us through the hours before you
became ill.

Everything you did.

I finished work about nine o 'clock,
then went back to my lodging room.

I needed some money that I kept there.

I rested a while, smoked a pipe.

Then the next thing I remember, I was
gasping for breath and everything went

black.

Where did you get the tobacco from?

It's from a pouch I stole from St.
Joseph.

Mr.

Potts, I'm here because I have a theory
and I'm in need of your advice.

And yes, I am aware that I have not
given 24 hours notice of my arrival.

And yes, I am aware that there is a
strict protocol. Oh, protocol be damned.

You're always welcome here, Eliza.

Coming.

Coming.

Strickling. It would usually be found in
the stomach and intestines of a

cadaver, assuming it had been ingested,
which is the most common form of

poisoning.

What if you inhaled it?

Say, through tobacco?

Oh, yes, that would work.

Rather rapidly, too.

Of course, the expert in such matters is
Mr Wormsley, and he seems rather on

edge recently.

Perhaps the joy of my return has
overwhelmed him.

Well, I'd rather we get the conversation
to ourselves.

My questions are related to a rather
highly confidential case, one which

and Inspector Blake will like your
opinion, and yours alone.

Inspector Blake asked for me,
personally.

He did?

Then I'm at your disposal.

We shall start with the basics of
toxicology.

Dosage, absorption, exposure.

Pull out anyone with a German
background, particularly those with

for violent crime.

Mrs Potts.

You take the A's.

Willows.

The B's.

And you keep going till we run out of
alphabet.

This would be thirsty work.

How about I organise a nice cup of tea
for us all?

Sounds like a very sensible plan, Mrs
Potts.

Thank you.

Right.

I understand the disciplinary board
wrote to you.

Yes, sir.

Hearing's in a couple of days.

How are you feeling about it all?

Haven't slept in a week.

Haven't eaten much either.

My sister says I'm like a bear with a
sore head.

Apart from that, I'm doing fine, sir.

Well, I'll be there to speak for you.

And in the meantime, try not to dwell on
it.

My sister also said that.

Sounds like a wise woman, Detective
Willard.

I wanted to give you an update on the
case.

What, that Joseph murdered?

I believe so, yes.

Do you have evidence?

We're working on it.

Inspector Blake and I will have a full
report for you soon.

Are you in love with him?

Pardon?

It's a simple question.

And one that bears no relevance to the
investigation.

I'll take that as a yes. So, may I give
you some advice?

As two women working in the underbelly
of this great city, I am sure we have

faced similar challenges, one of which
being loneliness.

And, of course, each man carries his own
merit.

when it comes to passing the short
amount of time we have on this earth.

But to love someone fully, completely,
that

would be a mistake.

For a woman, financial independence is
everything.

Do not make the mistake of trusting in a
man, any man.

They will always put their own needs
above ours.

Without exception.

It's a rather bleak view.

The one that I don't share.

Yes, you do.

I assume one of you is Klaus Lang, an
account holder at the Bank of

Deutschland.

The counter -inhabit against Mr. Josef
Haltenhardt?

I win.

Gentlemen. Your

address

was given to the Bank of Deutschland as
a contact for an account Sir Joseph

Milner was paying into.

Why do you have a photograph of Sir
Joseph Superior, Lord Powell, the

Secretary?

I believe my associate here speaks a
little German.

Do I have that right?

You do, Inspector Bleak.

So, would you be so kind as to tell
these gentlemen the following?

If they do not talk, they will be
charged with Sir Joseph Milner's murder,

the penalty for which is death by
hanging.

I don't need to translate, Inspector.

They understand perfectly.

Who do you want to know?

Why did Sir Joseph hire you?

They were hired to kill his superior,
Lord Powell, the Foreign Secretary.

If they are to be believed, they were
given very little information.

Not even a reason why.

They were waiting for Sir Joseph to make
contact, but they didn't know he was

dead.

The most incompetent assassins I've ever
come across.

It doesn't make sense that Sir Joseph
would hire such fools for such a high

-risk operation.

No, it does not.

None of this makes sense.

How did you get on at the mortuary?

According to Mr Potts, if someone wished
to lace tobacco with strychnine, they

would first need to dissolve the
strychnine in alcohol, then float the

in the solution.

But these days, it's harder than ever to
get your hands on it, particularly the

concentrated amounts that you'd need to
kill someone.

But you could extract it from rat
poison.

You just need very large quantities.

And no pharmacy would be allowed to sell
such amounts?

Well, exactly. You need to get it from a
specialised pharmaceutical company,

which is what Mr Potter says to keep the
rats under control of the mortuary.

We need to pay a visit to that company,
find out who else they supply.

Already done.

Five businesses that receive bulk
deliveries of rat poison.

You and Moses went through the list.
Willows, you're with me. Let's see if a

hours in the cells have made our German
friends even more cooperative.

The poor man said his business closed
down years ago.

Our deliveries are forwarded onto
another premises.

I wrote down the address.

All right, spit it out.

What? Something is on your mind.

Someone just... just gave me some
unwanted advice.

Never listen to advice.

Not even mine.

So where do the foremen say to go?

Find Inspector Blake. Tell him to meet
me at this address urgently.

Do you recognise the police?

I do.

Good evening, Miss Carlet.

It was you who killed Sir Joseph.

Inspector Blake is on his way.

We won't cover this up if that's what
you're thinking.

Cover it up?

I want quite the opposite.

I want a full written report handed in
to the superintendent at Scotland Yard.

I don't understand.

There are many in our government that
believe that Germany will soon be a

to the national interest.

Sir Joseph was one of them.

But his superior, the Foreign Secretary,
did not agree.

Which is why Sir Joseph hired two lower
-level assassins to kill him.

Their only qualification is that they
were German.

When it was discovered they were German,
it would have forced England into war

with Germany.

War makes money for those in high
places, regardless of the cost of human

My conscience would not allow such a
thing.

So you hired Inspector Blake and I to
get the evidence in black and white?

My hope is that your report will be read
by the few decent men left in the upper

echelons of government.

I want them to know what Sir Joseph had
planned and why I killed him.

You acted alone.

If my superiors knew what I had done, it
would have been covered up.

You're hanged for this.

Which is why I shall leave London
tonight.

I've amassed quite a fortune.

It's about time I enjoyed spending it.

You have made your decision about
Inspector Blake?

I won't be giving him up.

Not for anything.

In that case, your fee will not be twice
the normal rate as agreed.

It will be a great deal more.

Why? Because you're going to need it.

And because I like you, Miss Scarlet.

You're good at your job.

Use the money however you see fit.

But please, be ambitious.

I told the superintendent that I,

like Miss Scott, have no taste for war.

Young men dying painful deaths for
little purpose.

Did he listen?

He did.

Turns out he had a son who died in
Crimea.

He assured me my report had gone all the
way up to the Prime Minister, who of

course wishes to keep it out the public
eye.

How can he ensure that?

A hefty promotion for the super.

When will you tell him about us?

I won't.

Because there's no need.

What?

With his promotion, he'll be leaving
Scotland Yard and there'll be a new

superintendent.

Well, who would that be?

Me.

You're going to be the next
superintendent?

Is that what you want?

Nice office job.

More money, civilised hours.

No more getting shot at.

I'd say that's quite appealing.

And you can carry on working for
Scotland Yard, as I will no longer be

inspector hiring you.

I don't know what to say.

How about... Alexander, you are the best
thing that's ever happened to me.

Certainly the most handsome, and I'm
very lucky to have met you.

A little long -winded, but... probably
correct.

So does that mean that Willows will no
longer be dismissed?

It was the first thing I insisted upon,
as well as another small matter.

But the new clerical manager should be
of my choosing.

I think he'll approve of my choice.

Good morning, Mr. Pyle. Good morning,
Detective Winner.

To my clever wife on her new promotion.

To Ivy.

Ivy.

Thank you, Barnabas.

And thank you, Inspector Blake, for
having such faith in me.

It's called for more wine.

Easy does it, my beloved. That will be
your third. And I intend on having a

fourth.

I'll go and get some more bottles from
the kitchen.

Will you assist me, Inspector Blake? Of
course, Miss Maddox.

Is it delicious?

I told Sophia that we'd go somewhere
nice for lunch.

One day this week, the three of us.

Do you want to tell her about us?

We have time.

I already know.

What do you already know?

That Eliza's your special lady friend
and that you love her.

Oh.

Well, yes.

Yes, that's precisely what I wanted to
tell you.

But can we still go to luncheon?

Of course we can.

But not tomorrow. I have a very busy
day.

I'm going to hire some new detectives.

Maybe you should hire Sophia.

She certainly has very impressive powers
of deduction.

You're silly, Papa.

Ready for the big day?

Mm.

Now, remember to make clear that the
position entailed working long hours.

What if only two candidates turn up?

Sometimes even on a Sunday.

What if only one turns up? And that we
do not offer overtime.

Well, no one turns up.

Liza, all will be well.

Go on.

welcome everyone please please do come
in good morning hello just up

the stairs hello thank you for coming
hello

hello hello please just follow the way
upstairs

typical foresight brace yourself you're
about to discover something rather

exciting what more does one need how
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