All language subtitles for 10 The Case of the Missing Lady

They always are, to begin with. But not
for long.

Keep her still, Muldoon!

Well,

I'm afraid Mr Blunt is very busy just at
present, sir.

It's Scotland Yard. They've made a
bloomer again.

I shall wait.

Well, I don't hold out much hope.

Would you mind giving me your name, sir?

Gabriel Starvington.

Beg your pardon, sir?

Starvington. Gabriel Starvington.

I'm sorry, sir. Would you mind repeating
that?

Starvington!

Starvington?

I'm an explorer.

You'd better pet your men.

Right.

I would like you to tell Mr... Ah, this
gentleman's waiting to see

you, Mr Blunt. Oh, I'm due at the Duke's
at 11.

However, I think I can spare you a few
moments.

What shall I tell his grace, sir?

His grace?

The Duke, sir. He'll be getting a bit
fidgety.

Tell him the Duchess's tiara will be
found in the fish pond.

Her pet monkey was undoubtedly the
culprit.

None of the servants is to blame. The
monkey in the fish pond.

Very good, Mr. Blunt. This way.

Thank you, Albert.

My confidential peccatory, Miss
Robinson.

How do you do? Miss Robinson.

Now, perhaps you will state your
business.

I have known the fact that it is urgent.

That you came in a taxi, that you've
recently returned from the Arctic, or

possibly the Ant-Arctic, I know nothing.

But this is amazing.

I thought detectives only did such
things in books.

Why, your office boy did not even give
you my name.

It was nothing.

No, the rays of the midnight sun within
the Arctic Circle contain...

certain properties, and they have a
peculiar action upon the skin.

I'm writing a little monograph on the
subject shortly. However, this is wide

of the point.

Perhaps you will tell me what it is that
has brought you to me in such distress

of mind, Mr. Stavinson.

To begin with, Mr. Plant, my name is
Gabriel Stavinson.

Yes, of course, the well-known...
Explorer.

Quite so, Miss Robinson.

You have recently returned from the...
The North Pearl, I believe.

That is so.

I landed in England only three days ago.

A friend who was cruising in northern
waters brought me back in his yacht.

Otherwise, I should not have returned
for another fortnight.

I see.

Now I must tell you, Mr. Plant, that
before I started on this last expedition

two years ago, I had the great good
fortune to become engaged.

Congratulations. To Mrs.

Maurice Lee Gordon.

Mrs. Lee Gordon was, before her
marriage... The Honourable Hermione

Crane, second daughter of Lord
Lanchester.

My word.

Her first husband was killed during the
war.

Exactly.

Mr. Plant.

What? I am deeply impressed.

Miss Robinson enjoys my fullest
confidence. I keep nothing from her, as

you can see.

Please go on.

When Hermione and I became engaged...

I offered, of course, to give up my
expedition, but she would not hear a

word of it. Bless her.

She is the right kind of woman to be the
wife of an explorer.

Ah.

This is Hermione.

She looks charming, Mr. Stubbs. She has
lovely eyes.

If anything has happened to her.

My first thought on landing was to see
her.

Naturally. I sent a telegram from
Southampton and rushed up to town by the

very first train.

She has been living with an aunt of
hers, Lady Susan Clonray, in Paunt

Street, so of course I went straight
round.

But Hermie was not there.

How disappointing.

Yes.

She said that Hermie was away visiting
friends in Northumberland.

She seemed most surprised to see me.

But I imagine that you were not expected
back for at least another fortnight, Mr.

Townsend. I know.

But when I asked her for Hermes'
address, Lady Susan hemmed and hold and

said that she might be in two or three
different places. She did not know

which. She did not know when. Well, I do
not mind telling you, Mr. Blunt.

She's made so many difficulties that I
became distinctly annoyed.

I take it that you're not on good terms
with Lady Susan. Good terms? Yes. Ha!

Well, no.

She and I have never got on.

She is one of those fat women.

Fat women?

Yes, you know, double chins, fingers
like sausages.

I love fat women. I always have.

Fashion agrees with you, Mr. Sovins.
Everyone has their pet version.

Mine is bagpipes. I can't stand the
things.

Mind you, I am not saying that Lady
Susan cannot be perfectly charming, but

I have never taken to her nor she to me.

Well, I did not leave Pond Street until
I had got the names of the friends she

said Hermie was staying with, and then I
took the mail train north.

I perceive that you're a man of action,
Mr.

Tubman. The thing came upon me like a
bombshell, Mr.

Plant. None of these people had seen a
sign of Hermie.

Of the three houses I visited, only one
had been expecting her, and she put off

her visit there by telegram.

So Lady Susan made a deuced odd mistake,
or told me

a foul pack of lies.

Have you been back to Thea?

Not yet.

Coming down on the train, I read your
advertisement.

I thought I would put it to you first.

What is your opinion, Mr. Plant? What do
you advise me to do?

Shall we discuss that on our way to Pond
Street?

You intend to come with me?

Oh, of course.

I mean, we must see this charming but
large lady ourselves.

Hermione not in Northumberland, you say?

How extraordinary.

More to the point, she was not even
expected.

Dear, dear.

This really is most perplexing. Lady
Susan, where else do you think Hermione

might have gone?

Well, she might... You say you're
friends of my niece? Oh, absolutely.

We've known her for ages.

She never mentioned you?

We've been abroad a good deal.

I see.

Do I take it you share Mr. Stavinson's
proclivities?

Ha! Good Lord, no.

Nothing like the pluck.

Lady Susan, Hermione might have gone...
Well, to any one of a number of places.

She's not a child, you know.

And she has many, many friends.

For example?

For example... It's very hard to say.

Did she leave an address?

No.

No, no, she didn't. But you told me that
she... I really cannot remember what I

told you, Mr. Starvinson.

Turning up as you did, throwing my heart
into an uproar.

And now you burst in again and
cross-examine me in my very own drawing

room. Now, look here. Lady Susan is
quite right.

I'm sure there is a perfectly simple and
natural explanation.

As she said, Hermione is not a silly
little girl, but an independent woman

who's always been in the habit of making
her own plans.

Why, I expected this very moment she's
carrying out some idea of her own.

Exactly, Miss Robinson, just what I was
about to say myself.

I don't like it. I like it. Less and
less.

Well, I suppose the police could always
be notified. The police?

Oh, no, Mr. Blunt. That's a positively
dreadful idea.

Aha. I merely thought... But the
publicity.

The scandal.

Why should there be any scandal, Lady
Susan?

I... I... Oh, yes, John, what is it?

A telegram has arrived, my lady.

Oh, thank you.

Would you mind, my dear?

Thank you.

There.

What is it?

You are answered, Mr. Townsend.

Changed my plans.

Just off to Monte Carlo for a week.

Hermie.

Well, I'm damned.

Quite possibly, Mrs. Darvinson. But
Hermione, as you see, is nothing of the

kind. Where is the tent from?

May I?

Malden.

Malden? Malden, Sussex.

First thing this morning.

Lady Susan, it seems that I have made
something of a fool of myself.

We are what the Lord has made us, Mrs.
Darvinson.

Thank you, my dear.

And now, John will show you out.

Good morning, Miss Robinson.

Mr. Blunt. Good morning.

So pleasant to have met you.

Good morning, ladies.

Go with them, John.

Operator, are you there?

Malden 219.

I want a personal call to Dr. Horriston
at the Grange.

She's got a divine figure.

A bit too bony for my taste.

What do you make of it all?

Well, the obvious explanation is that
Hermes, he likes to call her.

He's afraid to see him and has done a
bunk.

Which means Lady Susan may be backing
her up.

She seemed pretty nervous.

The old lady had the wind up all right.

Yes, I thought so too.

Could that mean Hermie has another man?

It might.

I'd hate to suggest that to a fellow
like Stardust. He's a powerful chap.

And a pretty passionate one, too. Gave
him all manner of things, I should

think. You're not saying you suspect
him? At this age, I suspect everyone.

Maybe we'd better cut down to Malden.

Why should she say she's gone to
Northumberland, then that she's going to

Monte Carlo, but in fact...

Want to bury herself in some tiny place
in Sussex?

What if she didn't want to? What do you
mean?

What if she's been kept there against
her will?

Remember,

you must show no pity.

I'll fly that truck.

Right.

Ah, and I'll visit the old cock and
farrow. You like coming? Good luck

helping.

Morning.

You sell Victor Pep's cards.

There.

Are there any big houses around here?
No.

Apart from the Grange, that is.

Oh, the Grange? What's that?

Sort of hospital.

For nerve cases, they say.

Nerve cases?

Spooky sort of place.

It's full of raving loonies with foreign
names.

Foreign names?

This telegram's got to go up there this
morning. I can hardly make it out.

Can I help?

Reservation cancelled.

Unforeseen delay.

Seems quite clear.

Look at that name.

Mozgovskenski. See what I mean?

What sort of name is that?

The Grange Brompton.

Dr. Horriston, he calls himself.

Dr. Horriston.

Um, can you tell me what he looks like?

I believe I've got it.

The Grange. Yes, I've just been hearing
about it. Do you think Mrs. Lee Gordon's

there? I don't know.

Did you see that man driving off in the
blue car?

Unpleasant looking brute, yes.

That's Horace.

He owns the Grange.

So we'll have to check up on him.

We don't need to.

I know Horace.

You know him? Yes.

Well, I met him briefly several years
ago.

My chum, Hoppy St. Albans, had the most
frightful experience at his hands.

He used to be a bona fide doctor, and
then he became a cropper of some kind.

Something to do with armadillo glands.

Armadillo glands?

Yes. Tried injecting people with them,
or something equally ghastly.

Anyway, he was an unscrupulous quack.
The Grange?

Yes. The Grange.

I shall have to increase the
concentration.

That could be quite dangerous.

What other choice do we have? Well,
according to my analysis... There's

someone to see you, Doctor.

A Mr.

Beresford.

Beresford?

I don't know any Beresford. He says it's
urgent.

Do you want me to? No.

Very well, show him in.

Come this way, please.

Mr. Beresford.

Tommy Beresford.

Dr. Horriston, I presume?

My partner, Dr.

Kleber. How do you do? Irma Kleber,
formerly of the Stadtengruber Institute

of Geneva.

Jolly good.

Well, it's awfully decent of you to give
me your time, Dr.

Horriston.

Now, what my readers really want to
know... Your readers?

Oh, didn't your man tell you I'm with
the Daily Reporter?

We're doing an article on the cure of
nervous disease. I'm sorry, Mr

Beresford, I never give interviews. Oh,
but surely... It's a private

institution. You will leave at once. But
I've come all this way. Muldoon!

Show Mr Beresford out, Muldoon.

Can't you just give me five minutes? I
mean, it's not often we get the chance

to... You.

Out.

Oh, my, it is going to be very shirty.

Yes.

Well, fair enough.

By the way, how's my friend Mrs. Lee
Gordon?

What? She's a patient here, I believe.
There is no one here of that name.

But she... No one.

That's funny, because I could have
sworn... Cheerio.

He's lying. She's there. I know it.

That woman's in some awful danger. I
feel it in my bones.

I wish I'd gone with you.

I'm sorry, old girl.

Couldn't have risked it.

Austin might have remembered you.

So what do we do now? Go back to London
and tell Starvington that we failed?

That goes to the pilot leg into the
ground.

Right. So somehow we've got to get back
inside that house.

They've just seen me.

Which leaves only one alternative.

Tuppence, you can't.

I forbid it. Tommy, I should be
perfectly safe.

But supposing Horaston recognises you?

Not a chance.

He met me, remember?

Well, next time, there's going to be
somebody else.

Madame Vera Moskovskensky.

Madame Moskovskensky, this is truly an
honor.

Naturally. You are Dr. Horst?

I am.

Dr. Kleber?

Irma Kleber, formerly of the
Stadtsengrube. She being your mistress?

No, Madame Moskovskensky, Dr. Kleber is
my partner.

I am wondering.

Please. Thank you.

Why are you looking astonished, doctor?

Well, the truth is, Madame Moskovsky,
that having received your telegram

yesterday, I understood that you had
cancelled your reservation. Well, I am

changing my mind. That is a privilege,
no?

Yes, but... Ah, my suite is not
prepared.

No, Madame Moskovsky, that is, yes.

So, why are you not understanding?

I'm sorry.

I will repeat.

After the Imperial Ballet, I am joining
Troop of the Argyllas. This is seven

years now, but I am leaving him years
now. You are totally agreeable.

Yes. So now I am forming my own company.

The Ballet Moscow's Genski.

But this is requiring much work. Many
had pines.

Headaches. Oh, it is a fine thing.

So before starting my new glittering
career, I am in need of much rest.

of peacefulness, of calm.

I am swearing this off.

Never am I speaking the tongue of my
beloved country until the Bolsheviki,

the accursed Bolsheviki, are expelled
from the holy soil of Mother Russia.

Quite so, Madame Moskovsky.

Pleased to be remembering this.

Of course.

Excuse me, but have we not met before at
some time?

Impossible. If so, you would never
forget me. Your face is somehow

familiar. Familiar? I am familiar with
thousands, tens of thousands, Doctor.

Forgive me, of course.

So now I will visit my suite.

There is a bar.

A bar?

I am afraid that alcohol is not
permitted.

No, no, no, no. I am meaning a bar for
the practice, for the thoughtfulness of

my limbs.

Ah, yes.

We will have one installed.

I should surely well be thinking so.

Now, Dr. Kleber, would you be so kind as
to conduct Madame Moskovs-Gensky to her

suite?

Oui, madame.

I am completely...

delightful. Madame.

Delightful.

Your room is this way, Madame. I am
wondering, what is here?

The room of another patient.

There are many, as you see.

In Russia, only peasants.

Sleep so close, I hope they're not to be
disturbing me.

No one will disturb you.

I'm thinking I'm hearing some noises.

Be assured, Madame Moskovskinsky, here
you will sleep as sound as in the grave.

Now, please.

I trust you will be comfortable.

It is adequate.

Supper will be brought here to you
later.

Oh, good. A little champagne and a
little caviar will be bearable.

And before going to bed, you will be
sure to take this.

What is it, please?

Merely a light draught to ensure you
sleep well. Sleep well?

Always I sleep well.

I remember the Grand Duke Dimitri, he
said to me, Viruchka, Viruchka, how can

you be sleeping at a time like this?

Ah, poor Dimitri.

I remember when the Bolsheviki, they are
storming his palace. They are finding

him floating.

Floating? In his bath.

What they are doing to him is
unrepentant.

Nevertheless, you will be sure to take
this.

Will you require anything else? Nothing.
There is nothing.

I'm going to take this.

Good night, madame.

It's the journalist fellow I mind most
about. How did he find out we were here?

Some rumors in the village, perhaps.

Claims to be a friend of the Lee Gordon
movement.

That is most serious.

I shall increase the dosage.

Doctor's a risk.

I don't care.

Your mind is made up?

Yes.

What are you doing here?

Ah.

What did you say?

Leaving certain.

What do you want with those things?

Does this roll, sir?

And the jasmine?

The jasmine?

Yeah.

Growing wild in a fearsome tangle, it
be, sir.

Threatening to choke the house with
unbridled profusion.

It's a bit late for gardening, isn't it?

Oh, the forces of nature wait for
neither man nor beast. You get off.

Do that in the morning.

Be that an order, maester?

Yes. Yes, it is.

Now, get out of here.

Go home.

May you rest as soft and as peaceable as
a stout in his

burrow.

Or... toad in his ulcer.

I am knowing.

This is not your room.

I am knowing this also.

What is the reason for this expedition
in the night?

I am troubled.

I am restless.

Troubled? I am not used to mattress made
of wood.

I see. My magnificent body makes
protest, and so I walk.

Is that all?

Is not enough?

No. In the morning, your mattress will
be changed, madame, for tonight you will

have to endure. God, always I endure.

It is the fate of the artist, no. I
could not say.

You have taken your sleeping draught?

Not yet.

Then do so, and all your troubles will
disappear.

Tell me, Dr. Kleber, you are possessing
a naut?

A naut?

It is a veep, like this.

No, Madame Moskoskensky, I do not
possess a naut. How strange.

You remind me of Cossack I once knew.

Good night, Madame.

Good night.

Take it easy, old girl.

Tommy!

What are you... Oh, you didn't think I
was going to leave you all alone in the

lion's den, did you?

Darling!

Oh, you look frightful.

Oh, I say. I thought I'd done rather
well.

And I've got a spiffy accent. Listen.

Be that in order, I may still... I had
an encounter with that Dr. Kaber.

She tried to get me to drink some
horrid-looking medicine.

So I poured it into that plant pot.

Oh, Tommy, this place is much worse than
we thought. Have you managed to find out

anything about Mrs Lee Gordon?

I have a feeling they've got her locked
up.

Good Lord.

Poor creature.

I managed to sneak out into the corridor
and I heard a noise coming from one of

the rooms.

A sort of woman moaning or something. So
I tried the door, but it was locked.

Tommy, what are we going to do?

Well, there's always the police.

We don't really have enough to go on.

Chucking our hand in that would be
awful.

Yes. Tommy.

Oh, sorry, I'll go.

Oh.

Thanks. I don't think we can get into
that room.

It's locked, you say?

Yes. No sign of the key.

Hold on.

Is it on this side of the...

I've always tried using my ladder.

Never mind.

I'm afraid it means forcing that door.

Don't. Oh, sorry.

Or breaking it down.

Oh, you couldn't.

I mean, there's always someone on
lookout.

Dr. Claiborough, that horrid Muldoon.

Then I shall just have to think of
something absolutely foolproof that will

guarantee there's no one about. Or it
may be too late.

report or something?

I believe... I believe I have.

It might. It just might work.

Oh, Tommy.

I shall have to be...

Follow me.

I was supposed to stay here. Not this
morning.

Dr. Horace then said... The orders have
been changed.

You are needed elsewhere.

She will give us no trouble.

Come!

I know you will be surprised that I have
summoned you here. There is no cause for

alarm.

I am authorized to announce to you that
among our guests is the distinguished

Russian ballerina, Madame Vera
Mozgovsgensky.

Madame Mozgovsgensky has informed me
that she is graciously pleased to

entertain and delight us with a display
of her art.

Yes, she will dance for us.

Madame Moskovsgensky.

My friend, beloved friend, this morning
I am dancing for you some

beautiful excerpts. Oh, so sorry, I mean
excerpts from Dear Mortal Ballet. Luck.

It is being written, as you know, by my
great countryman, the towering genius,

Pyotr Tchaikovsky. He was a great, great
composer, but also a very tragic

man. I remember once in Yakutsk...

But I am sworn not to be speaking of
this. It is his music that is mattering.

No.

So now, I will begin with my first
sensational solo, where as Odette, the

White Swan's Queen, I am bringing joy to
the hearts of all in the theater, and

from the theater, the world.

Thanking you.

be putting you completely in their
picture.

Unless you're knowing story of the
valley, you're not appreciating my

unbelievable art.

Is true?

Yes. So, you must be imagining yourself
in little village

in the country.

After beautiful overture, the curtain is
rising to reveal girls and boys of the

village happily frolicking with
themselves.

Yes, they are gaily distorting. And why?

Because the handsome prince, he is gone.

And the handsome prince, his name is
Prince Charming.

And he is arriving for country sport.

And everyone in the village is over the
moon to see him and his pretty

companion.

He approaches.

But what is this? He is shooting her.
Yes, my friend, the beautiful white

swan's queen. She has fallen to the
ground.

A cruel arrow from the prince charming's
crossbow penetrating her

magnificent chest.

In terrible throes of dying agony, she
does delicate dance.

You must be knowing that Odette is not
the only beautiful swan queen. Oh, gosh,

no. There is another, and her name is
Odile.

But she is black swans, and her mission
is evil.

And why is this, my friends?

Well, I am telling you.

It is because she is under the foul
influence of the wicked magician, and

his heart is black.

The wicked magician, his name is
Abanazarov.

And he's trying to make slave of
handsome prince.

But what shall the handsome prince do?

He believe more sincerely that he is
dancing with Odette, the beautiful white

swan's queen. And, oh, she is flying so
graceful. But in reality,

it is quite different. It is not Odette,
but Odile, the black swan in disguise.

Oh, dear.

What a mix-up. Oh, bonjour, mon.

careful. Please, your attention.

I am now coming to the most important
part of the story when the secret of the

wicked magician is about to be revealed.

And so they are united in heartbreaking,
happy endings.

Whole theater is weeping joyful tears.

The wicked magician, he marries the
prince charming's grandmother.

The swans, they fly away.

And the prince and his beloved Odette,
or is it Odile, or is it Odette by this

time, I don't know, it's not important.

The prince and his beloved are dead.
They sink beneath moonlit waters

on magic lake.

And the curtain, she falls.

You're not understanding.

You are wishing I tell story once again?

No, no. I'm sure we all found it most
illuminating. You have some questions to

ask about my childhood in St.
Petersburg, perhaps?

Madame Moskowitz-Klinsky, we are waiting
for you to dance. This is not true.

Always, always they are imploring me to
dance.

Then for heaven's sake, begin.

Please, to be sitting.

I am ready for ground and throne.

Wings? What is it now?

My wings.

Where are my wings?

Your wings?

How can beautiful white swan queen be
flying without her wings?

Oh, I am remembering. They are in my
room.

Well done.

Oh, no. No, no, not to trouble. I am
going in double quick time.

Everyone.

Everyone is to be waiting in fever of
anticipation.

Madam, what's your excuse?

No one.

What I mean, no one is to leave this
room.

What happened?

Oh, Tommy.

Did you find her? Yes. Come on.

Well, where is she?

Upstairs. Oh, but you can't just leave
her. No, no, no.

I'll tell you later.

Come on.

Thank you.

Darling, are you all right?

Where are you?

Tommy,

I can't. Oh, come on, darling. Pull
yourself together.

Come on.

Here, come on.

Good ways, Harry. Quickly.

Thank you.

Are you all right? Just about.

My ankle hurts like blazes, but Tommy,
you were marvellous. You were pretty

handy yourself.

Where to? The police?

No. Back to Starvinson to warn him.

No? No, but Mrs Lee Gordon.

She doesn't need us, I'm afraid.

Tommy, you don't mean she's... No such
luck.

No, she's getting thin.

What?

Thin.

She's getting thin.

You know, reduction of weight.

Reduction of weight?

Remember how Starvenson said that he
hated fat women?

Well, in the two years he's been away,
his homie has been putting on weight.

She got into a panic when she heard he
was coming back and rushed off to do

this new treatment of Horace's.

It's injections of some sort. He makes a
deadly secret of it and charges through

the nose.

Starvenson came back fortnight too soon.

She was only just beginning the
treatment.

I know, don't tell me. Lady Susan tried
to protect her. Tarvington got

suspicious. We came down here to make
blithering idiots of ourselves.

Not to mention a thought and battery on
members of the staff.

And I'm... I'm guilty of the most
appalling false pretenses.

And what's worse, I've ruined a
perfectly good night's rest.

Well, at least Tarvington will be happy.

Have you ever so much as mentioned a
word of this to anyone?

Fair enough.

After all, you haven't exactly come well
out of this case.

Getting myself up to look like the
ancient mariner?

Tommy.

Yes? You do look odd.

Now listen.

I'm sorry. I promise I'll never ever...
mention it again.

Good.