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[ Spits ]

[ Blows ]

[ Blows ]

[ Blows ]

[ Clicking of cigarette lighter ]

[Door closes as Sarah exits room]

[Doorbell rings]

Oh!

[Swedish accent] Oh.

Get back downstairs.

You can't answer the door in those clothes.

I'm not answering in these clothes.

I'm going out in these clothes.

[Doorbell rings]

These are my clothes for going out in.

Well, that's not your door for going out in.

Downstairs and through the area.

Area?

What is "area"?

ELIZABETH: Oh!

Oh!

Is my brother in?

Completely...

...asleep.

Still?

Still.

Well, that, I think, depends.

When did you last observe him so?

But it's nearly noon.

No.

It's only nearly half past 11:00.

You may simply admit --

Yes, you have introduced yourself...

...unless your brother has more than one sister.

He hasn't.

And you've introduced yourself, too.

Ah!

With your accent.

If it's Swedish?

It is.

How do you do? as the English say

Never expecting to be told.

Good morning.

Cab!

[ Hoofbeats ]

Oh!

Good morning, Sarah.

I didn't expect you back today, Miss Elizabeth.

I know.

He wasn't up there long, hardly hello and goodbye.

That's all it was just now, too.

- Hmm? - when the captain went out.

Captain Ryttsen?

I thought he was still asleep.

No, it's my brother who is.

I trust Edward isn't, too?

Edward?

Didn't he just answer the door to you?

I'm sure he didn't, unless he's caught a Swedish accent

from our guests and acquired a gentleman's wardrobe.

My luggage ticket. Euston.

Would you give it to Edward, please, and his cab fare?

I don't think this will be enough, Miss Elizabeth.

Even without the extra for the luggage,

there's only enough here for one way.

Yes, the way back.

The way there Edward shall walk.

'Course, being a footman.

Would that be all, Miss Elizabeth?

No, Sarah, not quite.

When my mother originally interviewed you

for the position here, did you Wear anything like that?

Like this?

No, Sarah. Like that?

Oh, no. I wasn't in uniform then.

Were you in silk? That's the point.

Point, Miss Elizabeth?

I should think if you were, Sarah,

you'd have been recommended to seek employment in Paris.

Don't you like my uniform?

Oh, I quite do,

excepting only that although so individual, it is a uniform.

But when my parents return,

greet them in something a little less emancipated.

Emaciated?

I think you've understood me, Sarah.

Also, Sarah...

Yes, Miss Elizabeth?

Yes, Sarah.

- How often do you travel by cab? - Hmm?

Not many an under-house parlourmaid

would be expected to know the fare

to and fro the first railway station mentioned her.

Ah, well, Miss Elizabeth,

I haven't been an under-house parlourmaid very long.

JAMES: [Laughs] - Oh.

Down, Sarah, in your silk to the kitchen, please.

I should like not morning tea but coffee.

Much of it. Black.

So I think will Captain Ryttsen.

I didn't know I'd got up so late it was already Monday,

or are you indeed a weekend early?

Father bagged 37 brace yesterday.

Mother elucidated that Olive May, a Gaiety Girl,

will soon become the Countess of Droyda.

The traffic along the bedroom landings of husbands

who had come without wives

to the doors of wives who had come without husbands

differed from that of Piccadilly

only in that the pedestrians wore dressing gowns.

Between the slaughter of grouse, reputations, and fidelities,

I decided that Perthshire in October

was no place for a girl with a social conscience.

Oh, Lord. I'd hoped you'd left yours up there.

At a Scottish house party,

consciences are deposited in the kirk.

They are visited of a Sunday, dusted off,

and tucked back out of sight again.

I prefer to carry mine on my own shoulders where I can see it.

Like an organ grinder's monkey, always abeck.

Rose caught a cough at the kirk.

Rose?

Amund, who is short for Rosie to our Jewish visitors

and for Rosamund to our Gentile.

Our head house parlourmaid, acting as my duenna.

- Oh, Rose! Rose.

Pearce, however, is well.

You do remember our chauffeur now doubling as father's loader?

I also remember Hudson our butler,

now doubling as father's valet.

And I see no reason to inquire after the health

of every servant who's had to traipse from the basement here

to the Highlands with our parents.

Which is why you should have gone up to the shoot

and not me.

You have the appropriate attitude --

that of indifference.

How indifferent was Mother

when you insulted her Caledonian hosts by leaving?

Oh, Mother had her reason not to notice mine.

Roberts. Do you remember Roberts?

Mother's lady's maid. How is she?

Shattering as usual. - Huh?

Perhaps it's the moorland weather

and the shivering it induces.

But in two crisp brae weeks,

she's demolished more household ornaments up there

than she did down here all summer.

Oh, she broke so much down here?

- Didn't you notice? - How could I?

There's so much knickknackery littered about the place,

it's all a blur to me.

Well, and to me, too,

but Mother wondered if Roberts might not be best left up there,

particularly as the MacKlewan children

seem to have taken a fancy to her.

If she became a nanny, what she broke

and what the Mac children broke might prove indistinguishable.

Might even have the goodness to break each other.

Oh, by all means look debauched but try not to sound it.

So, how have you found Sarah?

Sarah?

I distinctly heard you address her by name

in the hall just now,

so I am confident you need not be reminded

who or rather what she at least is.

I distinctly didn't find her.

You found her in a queue for hot soup.

You also reinstalled her here.

On approval.

So, has she proved satisfactory?

Should, in short, Sarah be retained?

I hardly notice the girl.

Well, that is a recommendation in itself.

[Sighs]

But this isn't.

- She dusts around. - Oh, steady on.

Oh.

There's so much dust here Alice must have started it.

Oh, no. Rose would have seen.

What do you mean?

Well, I mean, you can't say that, because if Rose had seen

she'd have reprimanded Alice

and had her dust never again around at all.

If there'd been anything to see.

And if she'd seen it if there had been.

- Alice? Rose.

I don't think you follow me.

I don't think you've quite made yourself clear.

As clear as the litter you've left on the floor.

Huh?

Well, no doubt picking it up might occupy Sarah,

but one should set servants not only tasks but examples.

Dropping cigar bands on the floor as you just did

is only slightly more civilized than spitting out cigar ends.

Is that what you propose to do next?

I pierced my cigar. Didn't you notice?

And threw the band in there. Look.

Threw it so hard it bounced off the flames.

- Huh? - And over the room

through the door to there.

And I do fancy

I can just perceive an expectorated cigar end.

Extraordinary. I could have sworn...

Oh, you and Axel aren't gonna get along, I fear.

Cigar bands are neither here nor there to him either.

Axel?

Captain Ryttsen.

You are saying it is your guest

who has behaved like a pig down here this morning

and not yourself?

My guest has the cleanly habits of his race.

Did I not tell you he would be a Swede?

I'm sure he is.

You should not be surprised therefore

to hear that he is Where he is every morning

hard on noon -- still in his bath.

Oh, yes. I should be.

I confess it's a place not commonly frequented

by Englishmen every morning, let alone week.

I think you're mistaken, James.

I think however scrubbed,

he has been a trot and a snuffle about this house

while you snored in your own porcine way soundly on.

He is also an officer and a gentleman.

I trust Elizabeth when I introduce you to him,

you will use language

that justifies my describing you as my sister.

"Pig" isn't a word one commonly associates with breeding.

Isn't it?

I thought that to breed was the purpose of a pig,

hence the expression all men are pigs.

I have never observed nor heard of it observed a man give birth.

No, it's invariably women

who bear the consequences of swinish behaviour.

Other than to behave like a pig, what's the purpose of your guest

in turning Mother's favourite room into a sty?

Oh, if anybody did, I did.

A noble pretence, James.

But as one who does all things by halves,

you are not capable of such squalidity.

Well, apparently I was this morning.

Apparently?

Well, who else could have been?

It is Sarah's first morning duty to clean these rooms.

Since then the only cigar smoker to set foot,

or should I say trotter, in them has been myself.

[ Coughs ]

Dear me. Too much schnapps last night.

Too much what?

A Scandinavian beverage.

Axel brought a barrel.

Hardly having noticed Sarah,

how can you so surely adumbrate her duties?

Huh?

[ Blows ]

To the extent of being in any way confident

she touched this room at all this morning.

Oh, you've scratched the wall.

I am confident, Elizabeth,

because apart from palpably lighting the fire,

she's also palpably tidied away my cigar case.

What cigar case?

The cigar case I left there last night.

You've never had a cigar case.

I have now.

Abracadabra, a cigar case. An invisible one.

No. I repeat the captain is a Swede.

We were discussing a fictitious cigar case,

not an unsalubrious foreigner.

Swedes -- and I'll tell you, Elizabeth,

I'd rather be a pig than a prig...

...have the civilized habit of bringing gifts to their host.

He bought me a very splendid cigar case.

He even had the pleasant thought to have it inscribed

not only with my initials but the crest of my regiment.

I'll believe it when I see it.

JEWELLER: Yes, gold all through.

You can melt it down or...

Or?

It might even have more value as the frame it is.

Haven't seen one like it before.

Oh, it'll be sacrilege to separate it from the portrait.

This is Tudor.

You can burn the portrait.

Burn it?

No, no.

Yes, yes. It's a family heirloom.

Could be very easily traced.

Not on the Continent.

- Ah. - Ah!

Take it to Highskul in Amsterdam.

I shall accept 30% of his 25%.

It's worth my trouble?

I was sailing straight to Stockholm.

It's worth more than all you've brought me

since you came to London.

Hmm.

Well, there are another six.

I advise you strongly to attend to them, forgetting all else.

This, however, is by no means glass.

And it is by no means of irresistible value.

Leave it.

I'll reset the diamond in an engagement ring.

I'll leave you this instead.

Hmm.

By itself, this is scarcely worth leaving.

But with the other pieces from the set.

Ah. How will you bring them?

One by one?

None by none.

Keep that one for surrendering.

Surrendering? To whom?

I shall tell you before I leave.

Skol.

[Speaking Swedish]

[Speaking Swedish]

Skol.

A nice shield.

Worth melting.

Have a cigar.

-[ Spits ] -[ Spits ]

You will see my cigar case when Sarah returns it to me.

ELIZABETH: There's no need to bluster, James.

It's a sign of mendacity.

I am indifferent to your insults.

You always were a spiteful sister,

and you're aging into a worse spinster.

Sticks and stones, James, break no bones.

You've got that wrong.

Not bones -- crones.

Is that why you've come back so early?

Hmm?

Assumed, have you, so correctly that my guest is a bachelor?

Oh, really, Jimmy child.

Curiosity thrilled the cat, huh?

I will decide the precise curiosity value

of your cigar-biting friend when he returns.

At the moment, I am fully occupied by Mother's request

to see if the maid I've engaged is proving satisfactory.

If by that you mean Sarah, stop playacting.

I heard you tell the girl not to wear silk,

so you've decided to retain her before you arrived.

That was before she took so long to bring the coffee you ordered.

Oh.

Oh, well, if I've forgotten it, why shouldn't she?

Didn't you hear me mention Axel to her?

Isn't it possible that she is listening for him to come down,

not wishing my coffee to get cold

while I, polite as ever, await him?

Captain Axel Ryttsen has come down.

And Captain Axel Ryttsen has gone out.

- when? - He passed me at the door.

And I told Sarah so.

Really?

I've never known him to get up before noon previously,

except for on maneuvers.

He didn't impress me as a rip.

Why should he have?

Well, with this hint and that, you've led me to expect one.

Instead I saw a man who looked the part

but behaved like a metronome.

I led you to expect someone

who'd come and go while you were away.

Ah. Am I untimely?

- Huh? - Have you been romping here?

Romping?

Schnapping?

I never knew that beverage had the aroma of lavender.

It hasn't.

Well, this sofa has, and that chair exudes attar of roses.

My guest, Elizabeth, is here on his military duties.

I am merely returning the hospitality

in every possible particular that he afforded me

when I was in his country on duty.

Romping has nothing to do with it.

Find my cigar case, Sarah?

Sir?

I left a...

Never mind.

Sarah?

Yes, Miss Elizabeth?

What is so special about these?

- Hmm? - This and that?

Would they be Chinese?

I mean, Sarah, they appear to be the only ornaments

under which you have dusted.

It's just that I'm frightened to break the bigger things,

so I don't like to shift them.

I should not have thought you were a girl

so easily frightened, Sarah,

perceiving you are still in silk.

Well, I'm only here till Monday.

You may go out this afternoon if you wish.

Hmm?

To remain here after Monday

in the unsilken uniform you would do well to come back with,

from your afternoon outing.

Thank you, Miss Elizabeth.

Why disperse these?

This belongs in there, and so does that, as a set.

Then Mother dispersed the set. Why shouldn't she?

So that she could put it all back together again

when she came back from Scotland?

As she so often says, one must keep oneself occupied.

What has getting up at midday to do with it, hmm?

The gallant captain's military duties,

or shall it transpire

that he is in as much need to recover from these nightly romps

as are you?

It has to do, Elizabeth,

with the arduous nature of his military duties.

Oh?

I recollect when I was in Sweden observing maneuvers

for the War Office,

my duties were so pressing I never got into plain clothes.

You will see that the captain suffers the same inconvenience.

By plain clothes you mean what?

That he is so constantly on duty

that he invariably wears his regimental uniform.

Surely you noticed that at the door.

Well if that was a uniform, James,

it was a most unprecedented one.

The colour of snuff and not a brass button in sight.

[ Swedish accent ] Good morning.

Morning.

Ah!

So early...

...and so charming.

And are you Flossie?

Or Flo?

I am to guess?

Flossie or Flo who?

JAMES: This is my sister, Elizabeth.

I assure you, I am no less charmed.

Elizabeth.

But will Flossie and Flo no less be, too,

when they arrive for their afternoon romp

and find me present?

Romp? What is "romp"?

More to the point, sir, who are you?

Captain...

James, please introduce me.

My sister well knows who you are, Captain Ryttsen.

I didn't hear you go out nor return.

Out?

Out.

It appears, Captain, that my brother,

in the absence of his parents,

has been dining your countrymen in this house en masse.

Coffee? - Please.

And possibly due to your barrel of schnapps

and various of these Flossies and Flos,

at least one of them

was unable to proceed home until after breakfast.

Breakfast?

Just a little bite of cigar.

[ Hoofbeats ]

Flossie or Flo?

[Sighs]

[Doorbell rings]

Look, listen.

Hop it, 'round and down, through the bloody area.

Good noon, Edward.

And you can get out of your fancy dress.

Your little panto's finished. Yours and your captain's.

Who left her luggage there?

It's in my way.

The daughter's back, you fool. Miss Elizabeth.

Oh, charming girl.

She will amuse the captain.

Psst.

Look, get back down there.

If she sees you,

it'll take more than your precious captain to defend you.

Uh, did you drop something?

Yes. A hint as big as...

Look.

[ Door closes]

[ Blows ]

[ Footsteps approaching ]

My, look who's being so helpful.

You don't mind me helping Mrs. Bridges now, do you?

Well, a cook likes to be helped in her kitchen,

not in the pantry, you know.

And I like manly company.

Well, if I'd have known that,

I'd have had you help me out with the luggage just now.

Oh, but that was woman's luggage.

Ooh! what is it?

Garlic.

Oh, it's horrible.

Well, the Swedes like it.

Hmm, filthy beasts.

Not fit for a dago.

Now, Sarah, don't you be so prim,

or you'll come to no proper end.

I'm -- I'm sorry I went off at you just now,

but you really shouldn't come in the front dressed like that.

But, sir, these are my clothes for coming in the front in.

[ Chuckles ]

In England, servants know their place,

and they get to it through the area.

In Sweden, under-house parlourmaids

do not do the work of kitchen maids.

Now you leave her alone.

She's, uh, being helpful because she'd like to stay.

Stay what? A virgin?

Oh, that's an awful thing to say.

Agreed, but I should say, in her case,

the difficulty would be the opposite.

Now, you see this cold, skinny back.

It is her back, not her bony breast.

Now you mind your wicked tongue.

You need a nice new pin for this.

He needs his tiger stripes on.

To remind him

of what an insignificant little person he is.

In my tiger stripes, I might use the area.

But dressed like this, I'll be taken for an English gentleman

slipping down to get a working girl into trouble.

English gentlemen don't do that

because English working girls won't let them.

What do Swedish gentlemen do?

Having been invited, I shall demonstrate.

Ow!

- I warned you. - Here, Sarah!

Well, look what he did.

Well, you see "virginity"

is just another word for "hysteria",

sprung from self-inflicted disappointment.

Foreigners.

They're all the same -- different.

[ Blows ]

Pin in the hall, cigar case on the stairs.

What else did you shed romping your way to bed?

[ Hoofbeats ]

Yes.

ELIZABETH: Hmm?

This time, yes.

Flossie and Flo.

What makes you so sure?

Experience.

They're acquaintances of James,

but I am a gentleman they have not met before.

So like all English ladies,

consumed by curiosity, they will be punctual.

[Doorbell rings]

Your experience should tell you, Captain, that in England,

ladies do not call on gentlemen at all.

In Sweden, every woman is a lady to every gentleman.

Do you play cards?

What?

JAMES: Flossie and Flo do.

They said they'll stick their clothes on a hand

and lose with a smile.

- Before luncheon? Luncheon?

If they're as expert as James has promised,

the game will not come to a climax until after dinner.

Then bon appétit, or should I say, "Bon romp"?

The Dowager Duchess of Ameria

and the Dowager Marchioness of Callenzo.

- Ha! - Yes.

Elizabeth. Elizabeth.

This is Captain Ryttsen.

- Oh! - why are you in uniform?

To do battle.

Ha ha!

You've filled out. Hasn't she, Flo?

Yes, Flossie.

Where did you get that marvellously bloody colour?

Scotland.

[ Door opens ]

Good God!

Shut that.

[ Laughs ]

Mm.

Mvvah.

-[ Growls ] -[ Laughs ]

Hey, what's that? We're not in the kitchen.

- I've got to go out. - Out for what?

I've got to buy myself a cotton uniform.

I've been asked to stay.

Ah, that's good you've been asked.

That was a weakness before.

Yeah, but it is not good that you stole the picture.

You did, didn't you?

Only to save you the trouble.

Yeah, but you left a mark on the wall.

Who cares? We will not be taking the wall.

[ Laughs ]

Now when you go out...

When you go out,

I want you to find a messenger and have him deliver this.

You shall tell the messenger it's from the embassy of Sweden

and that it is urgent.

That is what this inscription means in my language.

You perceive?

Yeah, but it's addressed to Captain Ryttsen.

Well?

Mm. Mm, mm.

He's here now.

So here is where you will tell the messenger to deliver.

Now, in Sweden, you will behave like a Swedish girl.

That is without question.

Who's gonna teach me?

We have time for a quick lesson.

Yes.

It's for you, Axel.

Oh. How intrusive.

From the Swedish Embassy, sir. Urgent.

I must ask you to...

Don't retire with it.

Indeed, don't you retire at all.

Thank you.

I don't read Swedish.

I am summoned to Stockholm.

FLOSSIE: Never mind Stockholm.

I regret I must immediately.

I must remind you, sir, you are ahead.

It is not a position from which an officer and a gentleman

may propose to stop playing.

I do not propose.

This insists.

Will you accept my note for £730?

And mine for £810?

Hmm?

Would you prefer to count your winnings yourself?

Winnings?

What gentleman wins from a lady?

Please.

[Cards pound, shuffle]

Hearts.

For you, I think diamonds.

[ Chuckles ]

- FLO: Oh! - FLOSSIE: Oh!

Why do you do it?

Winning is so easy.

Cheating so dangerous.

But, you handsome goose, think of the risk.

I always do and always survive it.

But one day you will be accused before you've time to explain,

and then your reputation will be gone.

That is the essence of the excitement.

What more can a man risk than his reputation?

And how else so surely yet innocently?

It's more dangerous than you think.

I was pretty sure you were cheating.

No.

As a player, you knew I was cheating.

As my friend, you weren't quite sure.

Now I may go.

- On. -on.

I shall shake your hand on my way out in only a few moments.

Thorkil will remain behind to receive some things

I've purchased for gifts upon my homecoming

and will follow as best he can.

Thorkil?

Thorkil Kraft, his groom and batman.

Or as the English say, because of the waistcoat, my tiger.

[Door opens, closes]

Darling?

Hmm?

Darling, this is Thorkil's friend.

You are Sarah?

Surprise you?

Mm. I never saw so well dressed an under-house parlourmaid.

We're two of a kind, Thorkil and me.

But if you are here, that means that he leaves today, yes?

Half past 4:00.

Message delivered.

- You're very calm. - Hmm?

Thorkil told me what you've agreed to do.

- Oh. -[ Chuckles ]

Wait. Your parcel.

Oh, my horrible cotton uniform.

Still, I'll only have to wear it a couple of hours

if you do what Thorkil said you've agreed to.

I shall do it at 4:00 sharp.

Tell Thorkil that.

With this?

With that.

Until 4:00, then.

I don't suppose we'll meet again.

Hmm. Perhaps.

[ Chuckles ]

He promises me every year he'll show me his Stockholm.

Oh, well, I'll send you a postcard

when I get there next week,

and I'll get Thorkil to send you one as well.

Ah.

Or would that be dangerous?

How could it be?

It would be evidence linking us, surely?

Evidence is a policeman's word.

Besides, aren't you forgetting it won't be a real policeman?

Ah. Silly me.

Yes, Sarah. Silly you.

At 4:00.

Good.

Then I shall give this back and say my piece.

And I'll get into this and say mine.

Speak to no stranger on the ferry.

Why can't we go across the North Sea together?

I doubt James Bellamy has £200 upon his person.

You will most certainly have to wait till the morning.

- Hmm? - The banks.

But you wait me every boat at the Hook of Holland till I come?

Into your cotton.

Be ready in 10 minutes. Less.

[Knock on door]

Come in.

Ah. Off, are you?

[Clears throat]

Might I ask you, sir -- Did you give my master this?

Huh?

When he told me he was going ahead under urgent orders,

I opened his suitcase to begin packing.

He told me he'd already packed,

and I should need only to bring his luggage with me,

which I found curious.

I had the suitcase open, you see, sir,

and he saw me perceive this.

What was even more curious

is that he seemed to have a need to say something about it --

to me, his servant.

What he said was that you had given it him

as a farewell present.

What is even more curious, Kraft,

is your behaviour as a servant in the absence of your master.

It is not the first time, sir, that I have taken measures

to preserve the honour he delights to put at risk.

I can best explain by saying that when he plays cards...

- Yes. -he fre--

I know.

What's the connection with that?

He not only pretends to cheat, he pretends to steal.

It's due to the Scandinavian sickness.

- Huh? - Uh, boredom, sir.

The long winter nights, I believe.

But unfortunately last winter was so protracted,

I feared all summer he will for once take too big a risk.

He returns these things, you see, with a teasing letter.

Then you'd better take it with you so that he can have his fun.

I am perturbed.

I did not see the contents of the light bag he took.

Please thank him for the schnapps he's left me.

Sets like that always had ten pieces.

Today I can count only eight in the house, including this one.

Kraft!

I am utterly fed up with being asked by all and sundry

about the peregrinations of those objects.

Now, it is possible that they, uh, were shifted

in order to make it more difficult

to notice how many remained.

The tiepin you're wearing

and that cigar case you're just opening,

the captain tried to take them, too.

I found them

and made sure your footman found them, too, so to speak.

I fear that's why the captain's gone without me.

He realizes what I've done

and is too furious to tolerate my presence

till he's calmed down.

I'm not surprised.

It's most uppity of you.

Yesterday I made sure your cook found your cuff links.

And the day before that the under-house parlourmaid

found your gold pencil.

Were you not suspicious about all those objects disappearing?

[ Blows ]

My objects are always disappearing.

Then, sir,

you would not be able to say if everything was in its place now.

You do see my point?

No.

If anything has disappeared, it will eventually return,

according to your own statements.

But in what manner, sir?

Frequently to extend the risk, he, uh, places pieces in pawn

and sends the ticket with a money draft for redemption.

Now, what if an item of value arises suspicion?

What if the police are advised

before the captain has explained?

But from the way they have returned the things

they thought they found,

you know you have honest servants.

But even so,

your whole household will fall under suspicion.

What will you tell the police?

That a friend took it in jest?

What if red roses turn blue?

You might not be present when the police call, sir.

Perhaps your sister

would recall the captain from the jeweller's description.

Yes.

I apologize. You did well to warn me.

Better, surely, sir, if someone with no real reputation to lose

sacrificed it.

Huh?

The under-house parlourmaid.

Sarah?

The captain, I regret to say, has taste for younger women

than the ladies to whom you've introduced him.

Are you daring to suggest...

No, sir. To tell.

I trust she shan't have to bear the consequences of his tastes.

But I don't see why she should suffer for his pranks.

She's quite willing to -- for suitable compensation.

Ah!

No, sir, not blackmail. Compensation.

If anything should be brought here by the police,

she will then say she pawned it

if, um, if you will then say you gave it her.

Good Lord. Gave it her. why?

For services rendered, sir, by night.

Except you will hardly need to say, sir.

It's the only explanation to spring to mind.

To a dirty mind.

The policemen are only human, too, sir.

And what is Sarah?

Any gossip like that,

and every decent house in London will be closed to her.

And therefore, if the occasion rises, she will accept £200.

Six or seven years' wages.

I'm sure, too, sir, when the captain hears,

he will contribute another £200 and insist on recompensing you.

And you, Kraft, what will be your reward?

Oh, I have that, sir.

Always in the estimation my master has for me.

- Sir? - yes?

The police, sir, and a person whose name I could not catch.

A foreign name, sir.

You sent for me, sir?

JAMES: Yes. Come in, Sarah, please.

Uh, you are Sarah?

I will question my own servants, Inspector.

Sir.

Now, Sarah, this is a policeman, this is a jeweller,

and they say a certain person

pawned this article this afternoon

and was followed back here.

No, the other piece, sir. Not that one.

The one I brought.

Well, anyway, does it matter?

Was followed back here, Sarah,

because the jeweler took it upon himself to think it suspicious

that so well dressed a person should want to pawn anything.

Now, Sarah, have you anything you feel you might say about it?

I don't know the precise value of it,

but I should think it would fetch £200.

Maybe £300.

Ah.

Well, yes.

Have I to tell the truth, sir? All of it?

Anything you have to say.

I pawned it, to him.

I'm sorry, sir.

I haven't pawned everything you've give me,

but I thought, well, if someone was to come into my room

and see that, they might tumble to us, and...

[Gasps]

I'm afraid I shall have to ask you, sir,

Whether you, uh, indeed did give that article

to the, uh, young woman?

[Clears throat]

I trust you'll then have the discretion to ask no more?

I see, sir.

Uh, quite, sir.

I do apologize, sir.

I thoug- I thought...

And I apologize to you, too, miss.

I could have sworn a gentleman pawned it.

I must have been dreadfully confused.

[Feet stamping]

- Sir? JAMES: Hmm?

The police, sir, and a lady whose name I could not catch.

Oh. What are you doing here?

What are you?

Good afternoon, Lieutenant.

Ah, Inspector Hurst.

Can you identify this man as the person?

WOMAN: Certainly not.

This man is my husband, and didn't I tell you it was --

That's her.

What is this?

You identify this as your property, sir?

Huh. Why, among others, yes.

- where did you get it? - I got it.

From her.

What are you doing here?

I thought that I had received stolen property.

- I went to the police. - You, too, Orvis?

Huh?

We have two shops, you see.

When this girl brought that miniature,

I could tell at a glance it was a Hilliard,

but I made sure of it with the National Portrait Society.

They were able to tell, and it's of enormous value.

Hardly the thing to be given lightly to a servant.

Given? [ Scoffs ]

To a servant?

Now I know that I confuse nobody.

That was the woman. Good heavens.

She's probably been pawning things

all over London all afternoon.

I didn't. I pawned...

I mean, I bought this cotton uniform.

Look!

I must ask you, sir, most regretfully

why you've attempted to shield a thief.

KRAFT: Will you permit a foreigner?

As my master left only two hours ago,

I conclude that, Lieutenant,

Bellamy was concerned that so timely departure after robbery

might place him under suspicion

and being unaware that anything of real value had been stolen,

told, as the English say, a white but noble lie,

even if it meant sacrificing his own domestic reputation.

I will tell the captain,

and I am sure he will be impressed and touched, sir.

I trust I may absent myself from the distressful spectacle

of this young miscreant's arrest.

You criminal!

These are real police.

I'm in no doubt of it.

And no doubt they will see to it

that you will feel quite at home in prison.

Au revoir.

[Speaking native language]

What does he say?

That it is unusually good weather for Amsterdam.

It's raining.

It's his way of saying that the miniatures are genuine.

Ja, ja. [Speaking native language]

RYTTSEN: What now?

He says it's a fair set.

But there should be seven.

MAN: [Speaking native language]

Such a pity we've stolen only six.

Tell him one had to be sacrificed to my reputation.

It's so hard to preserve what's left of it

since I was court-martialed over that unfortunate card game

with my colonel.

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