All language subtitles for Agatha.Christies.Seven.Dials.S01E03.1080p.x265-AMBER

He's alive.

Jimmy! Jimmy, I thought you were dead.

Who did this to you? Who shot you?

If you'll allow me, Lady Eileen.

Thank you.

-Did you get him?
-Get who, sir?

The masked man.

Hmm? Masked?

I-I-I heard a noise, and came down

to find him trying to escape
via the window.

The fellow was as strong as an ox.

Where's Dr. Matip?

He appears not to have come down.

Lady Eileen, wait. Wait!

Is he dead?

No.

More a mild sedation than a knockout blow.

That's the same sleeping draft
that killed Gerry.

Hmm?

The one that Lady Coote gave to Emily.

Don't you see?

Another poisoning and an attempted murder.

-Isn't it obvious what's been happening?
-Not obvious, no.

I believe that some things
are not as they seem,

and other things

are exactly as they seem.

What on earth does that mean?

Dr. Matip's belongings.

They've been stolen.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the premises have been secured.

No one is allowed to leave
without my permission.

The doctor has attended to Mr. Thesiger
and is now with Dr. Matip.

-Battle, this cannot be allowed to stand.
-Mmm?

I assured Dr. Matip that this abbey
is the safest place known to man.

The prime minister
will have my guts for garters.

Do something.

I already have, Mr. Lomax.

My men apprehended a miscreant
who was trying to break in.

-Lads, bring her in.
-Yes, sir.

-Loraine?
-Loraine?

Hello, Jimmy.
I think I've been rather silly.

You know this lady?

-We both do.
-Jimmy's the reason I'm here.

You're the only one who's shown me
any kindness since Gerry died.

Thought you might be in danger.
Couldn't stop myself.

Loraine, I had no idea.

Excu-- Excuse me, has she been searched?

She has, sir. There's nothing on her.

-What am I supposed to have done?
-I can testify.

It was a burly chap
that tried to take me out.

Where is Sir Oswald?

That is a very good question, Lady Eileen.

-I thought so.
-I'm sure I saw him.

No, he hasn't come down,
even with all this commotion.

Now, that's very unlike him.
He's usually the first to complain.

What are you all doing up?

Where have you been, Oswald?

Oh, took a walk.

Found this.

Uh…

Eh.

Oh?

The chap's been shot there, you know.

Aye.

Yes, found it on the lawn.

Uh, yes. Thank you. I'll take that.

Mauser, by the looks of it.

May I suggest, sir,
that you would have been wiser

to leave this exactly as you found it?

Well! Sorry, I'm sure.

Why were you on the lawn, Sir Oswald?

Couldn't sleep, took a stroll. Found that.

-Did you?
-Yup.

Possibly dropped by Jimmy's assailant

as he took to his heels.

Mmm, I've obviously missed
a to-do in here.

Ooh. An extra girl too. Who's that?

Uh, I must ask you all
to return to your rooms

while my men and I attend to our business.

Um, Mr. Lomax,
I shall house our new arrival

in one of the bedrooms temporarily.
She will remain under supervision.

Now, these grounds are fully patrolled.
No one is to enter or leave.

I hope to have more information
for you after first light,

but for now, please, to your rooms.

Oh.

-Ah. Hmm.
-Mr. Lomax.

Do not fret, do not fret.
The policemen are all still on duty.

I see you too could not sleep.

We are both so very,

excuse my French, sympa.

-We are?
-Fear not. No trespass.

I would not dream of going further.
Of course, one can dream.

-Was there something you wanted?
-Of course, you sense it.

I knew you would.

This is your instinct,
coarse and untrained as it is.

Why are you at my door?

I must be direct.

It is what you demand.
It is your very essence.

Be direct, Lomax,
or else your world shall boil.

Are you quite all right?

I hope to be.

I hope to be.

Were I to be granted permission
to take your…

Oh, goodness.

Surely, you don't mean…

You understand. And how very you.

Mr. Lomax, are you asking me to marry you?

I am.

All I request in return

is a small acknowledgment
of my love and affection for y--

Oh.

Lady Eileen?

Lady Eileen?

Good morning, Lady Eileen.

I trust everything is in order?

Not entirely, no.

I just narrowly escaped
a proposal of marriage

from George Lomax.

What do you think about that?

Well, the more pertinent question
would surely be

what do you think about that?

I don't really want to think about it.
Don't like it one bit.

Now, what are we looking at?

"We" are not looking at anything.

Very much mistaken, Superintendent.

Please explain
your preoccupation with this lawn.

I am concerned with matters of footprints.

Sir Oswald's? Or Jimmy's attacker?

No, wait.

There's only one set.

Quite.

-That dent.
-Mmm?

Is that where Sir Oswald found the pistol?

We must presume so, yeah.

Dropped by Jimmy's attacker on the run.

Except if there's only
one set of footprints,

then that can't apply, can it?

But Sir Oswald told us
that he found the gun on the lawn.

I see your preoccupation.

Only one set of footprints,

yet we are led to believe
that there were two people out here.

Hmm.

It doesn't add up, does it?

Many things do not.

Made quite a dent, that pistol.

Scuffed this beautiful grass.

Which seems odd if it was
just dropped by someone on the run.

I suppose my working thesis would be…

it was thrown.

From quite some distance.

With quite some heft.

What do you think about Sir Oswald?

Oh. Now, I think
a great many things, Lady Eileen,

but until thinking becomes knowing,
then I prefer not to say them out loud.

A very novel approach.

Mmm.

I do hope it catches on.

Uh, I have asked my men
to, uh, call everyone inside.

You've been most helpful.

Have I? In what way?

Two bullets.

One found in this room, the other…

outside.

Now…

-Miss Wade… Miss Wade?
-Now, this bullet… uh, was fired from--

-La-- Lady Coote, is there a problem?
-Yes.

-You seem to have an earring missing.
-Am I?

-If we could perhaps concentrate…
-I am.

These were a gift from my brother.
It must be in my room. I have to get it.

Will one of your constables come with me?

We shan't be a moment.

Turner, off you go, lad. Quick smart now.

How are you feeling, Dr. Matip?

Betrayed.

I came here
under the promise of complete safety.

I've been drugged.
My life's work has been stolen.

And someone in this room knows
more than they're telling us.

Which I will get to, Dr. Matip.

And the formula could not
have left the grounds.

I have complete confidence
in the Superintendent.

I'm still concerned
at who took a potshot at me last night.

-Well… Well…
-And is he coming back?

Or is he in this room?

Sitting here among us, hmm?
In plain sight.

What?

-What? What are you insinuating, Thesiger?
-Well, I--

Gentlemen, ladies, please.

Uh, everything in its right order.

As I was saying, two bullets--

What is this, Superintendent?

Lady Eileen, I really would like to exp--

Okay, fine.

Exhibit Z.

This is, or rather, once was, a glove.

Found in the fire grate.
Almost completely burned, but not quite.

Anyone care to try it on?

Mmm?

Mmm?

-I will, if you like.
-Ah! Thank you, sir.

Most kind.

There you go.

It has very ragged edges.

Are they teeth marks?

Why would there be teeth marks?

Ah.

You see? Very large.

Much too large for you, sir.

Thank you.

Right.

Now, if I could please return
to the matter of the two bullets,

one found in this room, the other outside.

This bullet was fired
from Mr. Thesiger's Colt 11.

-Leopold.
-Wait, thank you. Leop…?

It grazed the window sash,

and I found it embedded
in the trunk of that yew tree.

Whereas this fella…

was fired
from the Mauser 32 semiautomatic,

and having made its way
through Mr. Thesiger's arm…

A limb to which I remain
very much attached.

-Yes, thank you, Mr. Thesiger.
-Sorry.

…it embedded itself in this armchair.

Shot from the weapon
discovered on the lawn by Sir Oswald,

whose fingerprints remain
the only ones present on the weapon.

Unless, of course,
whoever else handled it wore gloves.

I still don't understand the teeth marks.
Why would…

-Sorry. Sorry, carry on.
-Thank you.

Could one of our gentlemen take this gun

and, uh, throw it?

Sir Oswald, perhaps?

-Me?
-Oh, very kind, sir.

-Well…
-Step this way, into the window.

Come, come.

And fling it into the middle of the lawn.

-Fling it?
-If you would, sir.

Give it a-- a good old fling

while I nip outside.

Are we sure about this policeman?

Is he allowed to ask Oswald
to fling things like this?

We're trying to find out
what's happened, Lady Coote.

-All right.
-Hmm.

There you are.

Away you go.

-A marvelous fling, Sir Oswald.
-I don't need your praise, Bateman.

N-No, sir. Quite right.

This is a bit of rum do, isn't it?

Flinging firearms about before a chap's
had a chance to dissect a kipper.

Huh. Satisfied, Superintendent?

Yes. Thank you, Sir Oswald. Uh…

The gun made precisely
the same dent as previously.

Uh, though you managed to throw it
a good ten yards further,

but then you're
a very powerfully built man,

aren't you, Sir Oswald?

I'm not clear
what you're implying, Battle.

Not implying anything, sir.
Merely testing for facts.

-It seems clear enough to me.
-Eh?

The attacker, having drugged Matip,

stolen the documents
and shimmied down the ivy,

encounters Thesiger,

fires a shot, bang, disabling Thesiger,

then flings away the weapon,

runs along the terrace
and down the gravel path.

Where he would have been caught
by my men, as Miss Wade was.

Oh, a still absent Miss Wade.

Huh.

I think I might go
and fetch Miss Wade myself.

Uh, everyone remain here, please.

Officer! No one else is to leave.

-No, sir.
-Obviously, he doesn't mean me.

Turner.

Oh, no.

Dear God, he has taken quite a blow.

No Loraine.

What's going on now, Superintendent?
We heard the sound of a car.

Yours, I'm afraid,
with Loraine Wade leaving in it.

-What?
-Boys, with me.

What?

It was Loraine who attacked you
in the library?

I know the difference
between a chap and a chapess.

Lady Eileen, this is my investigation.

-Well, hurry up, then.
-No, superintendent.

-Not that way.
-What? Hmm?

I had your car moved
further round the back.

Bit of an eyesore.

Is it?

I'm sticking to the main road
because I think she wants speed.

I wonder if we should swing
past the railway station.

She might try and switch modes.

Spoken like a true criminal mastermind,
Jimmy.

Thank you, William.

Steady on, Bundle.
We'd all like to survive the journey.

Do not criticize my driving, Jimmy.

It's already been
an intolerable enough day,

what with Loraine
and… dreadful marriage proposal.

-What? Who proposed to you?
-George Lomax. Awful.

But you can't marry Lomax.

On that, we are agreed.

Well, you'd live
a very, very comfortable life.

-I do not want a comfortable life.
-That much is apparent from your driving.

Bundle, stop, stop, stop, stop!

See? What did I tell you?

Check the platforms.

Out of the way! National emergency.

You take these two!
I'll take three and four!

Uh…

All aboard! Last call.

No. Sorry.

Bundle, there. Platform One.
Getting on the train. Come on!

-Bundle!
-Move!

-Sorry.
-Out of my way!

No!

-Jimmy.
-Coming. Hold the train!

-Hurry up. You're making us late.
-Thank you, sir. Thank you.

Hello, have you seen a woman in a hurry
with a manila envelope?

She has a guilty expression.

-No?
-Anyone? No?

She's very good-looking.

Look, why don't I go
on a couple of carriages

while you check all the seats?

There's no sense
us all covering the same ground.

Is that wise, old chap? She got
the better of a police officer earlier.

She doesn't frighten me, Jimmy.

Bill, where did you get that?

Grabbed it when I heard
the commotion upstairs at Wyvern.

That's evidence!

You need protecting, Bundle.

Is it just me, or is friend William
acting a tad peculiar?

Why was he so keen to go on ahead?

What are you suggesting?

What if Bill drugged Matip
and then took the formula

and threw it down to Loraine,
who was skulking in the grounds,

and then attacked me to divert attention
while she tried to escape?

His room was empty when I was in there.

He knew our plan for watching,
he knew where I was supposed to be,

and he knew he had a clear run.

He was with me
when I first went to Seven Dials,

when I was locked in that room.

So you think he and Loraine
are in cahoots?

I think we should watch our step.

Sorry.

-Bill?
-Bundle?

Over here. I've got her.

How convenient. Careful, Bundle.

She had the sample and the formula.
That proves she's behind it all.

I've been trying to tell him
he's got it wrong.

I can explain everything.

You're going to have to.

Why did you run and take the formula?

For Gerry.

It's why he was killed.

-I'm doing it in his honor.
-I don't believe you for a second.

You think all those men can be trusted?
Gerry didn't.

Stop talking about Gerry.

You think you can use him
as a way out of this?

You drugged Matip
with the same poison that killed Gerry.

I thought it was Lady Coote,

but now I know it was you.

You were at the party at Chimneys.

You poisoned Gerry.

You've got it all wrong.

I just don't have the full picture yet.

You can't have attacked Jimmy.

-Bundle, please, I have this in hand.
-Bill, quiet.

-Show me your ticket.
-What?

-Beg your pardon?
-I said show me your ticket!

Or Bill will shoot you. Won't you, Bill?

Yes, yes.

You really are the strangest of creatures.

Bundle, there's a time and place
for a ticket inspection.

-Jimmy, keep up.
-I fail to see how-- Oh.

This was all planned.

She had time at the Abbey
to plot her escape.

She made for this specific train.

I thought perhaps you were meeting
someone at the other end, but…

this ticket only goes
as far as the next stop.

Is that where
you're handing over the formula?

Oh.

Help me out, Jimmy.

Jimmy! Jimmy, lower that gun.

Jimmy, no.

Loraine.

I am afraid I am the rest of the picture.

The glove in the grate.

That's why the Superintendent
was so interested in it.

And the teeth marks.

It all makes sense now.

I beg your pardon?

You hold a gun in your left hand.

What of it?

There was no attacker at Wyvern Abbey.

You faked it all.

Shot your own arm...
so that all of us could hear it.

Wore a glove on your left hand.

A glove that was too big for you.

And to prevent fingerprints,

pulled it off with your teeth.

Then you threw it in the fire.

You threw the pistol
from the library onto the lawn.

It was you that did that, not Sir Oswald.

I nearly had it.

Dash it. Can't believe Sir Oswald
has a better throw than me.

And if Lomax actually stoked
his fires at night,

then there wouldn't have been any remains.

You did all that just to distract us,

so that she could drug Matip
and steal the formula.

You really are quite quick.

Well, the game's up now.

Put the gun down, Jimmy.

-Bill!
-Ah-ah, Bundle!

Stay where you are, please.

Thank you.

She poisoned Gerry.

You shot Ronny.

You're a decent sort, Bundle.

But you're just a little too clever.
And that makes you an inconvenience.

And if we are to pass this formula on

and, crucially, get paid,

we can't afford any more inconveniences.

Jimmy.

I would just like to say one thing.

What?

Catch.

Bill. Bill, can you hear me? Bill.

Ah, he shot me.

The bullet struck Matip's casing.

This is quite the invention.

Saved my life.

Bill, I'm going after Jimmy.
He's got the formula.

No, let me go after Jimmy. You stay here.

No, you need to stop the train.
It can't get to the next stop.

-They can't make their rendezvous.
-How do I do that?

I don't know!
Tell 'em you're from Foreign Office.

Bundle, we're in England!
This is Home Office remit.

Sorry.

Stop the train, Bill.

Mmm.

Game's up, Jimmy.

All right, everybody out, now!
Right now, everybody get out.

Or I'll shoot the lot of you! Get out!

-Quicker, get out! Out.
-Just keep moving. Keep moving.

Get out now. Go!

So you're going to shoot me?

Like you shot Ronny?

All right, yes. Yes.

That was me.

But I didn't have a choice.

He'd worked out a little too much.

Arranged to talk to me.

Very diligent, our Ronald.

Much good it did him.

But honestly, Bundle,
I need you to understand.

I didn't do anything to Gerry.

I liked Gerry. That was all Loraine.

Laced his champagne throughout the night
while smiling sweetly at him.

Then left the bottle by the bedside table
so it made it look like, uh…

So it looked like something
other than what it was.

He was your friend, Jimmy.

What about the clocks on the mantelpiece?

That was me.

Had to throw people off the scent.

I knew Ronny and Bill
were messing around with the clocks,

and I'd heard Gerry mention
this Seven Dials business,

and then regret it.

So it felt like a gift.

Ronny tried to tell me it was you.

When he was dying.

Tell…

Jimmy…

Thesiger…

Seven…

Dials.

I just didn't know what he meant.

It's just such a pity
you've worked it out now.

When we're so close.

I suppose offering to cut you in
won't make a difference?

Is that what all of this has been about?

Money?

What else? I've got myself
into a bit of a tight spot.

And the truth is… I owe more than I have,
and that gap's only getting larger.

That is no justification
for what you've both done.

Bundle, you're not gonna shoot me.

No one will mourn for you.

I say, that's a bit harsh.
My mother might.

Why shouldn't I shoot you?

For Ronny?

And for Gerry?

And for all the people
you have betrayed with your plan?

You think I could come up with this?

Bundle.

I think we both know I've neither got
the brains nor the contacts.

What are you talking about?

Put the gun down,
and I'll tell you everything.

-Stop lying, Jimmy.
-I'm telling the truth. Gun down.

Shoot me,
you're merely killing a worker bee.

What are you talking about?

Tell me.

Loraine wasn't meeting someone
at the next station.

That was never the plan.

The handover isn't to be
at the next station.

It's on this train.

The one who planned it all
is up at the front of the train.

Liar.

First-class compartment
nearest the engine.

That's where we were supposed to meet
the person that came up with it.

They brokered it.
They had the contacts here and abroad.

Well, you can't shoot me
now I've told you. That would be too much.

Don't tell me what's too much.

I wouldn't advise going up front, Bundle!

I really wouldn't!

Move.

There's a wanted man in there.

If someone could sit on him
until the police arrive.

Oh, no, no, no, Miss Wade.
You stay in there until the police arrive.

It's about the same size as a prison cell.

So, take your time to get accustomed.

No!

Bundle! Bundle, you wouldn't believe
what just happened.

-Stay there, Bill.
-Bundle? Bundle.

Bundle.

-What are you doing here?
-Ma?

What are you doing here?

Ooh. We-- We appear
to have come to a halt.

Um… Cows on the line, do you think?

Ooh. Lord save us
from bovine interruption.

What a surprise this is. Come, sit.

You're on a train.

I am indeed.

You never take the train, Ma.

You hate the world.

You hate people.

You're always telling me
I should get out more.

Here I am. Out.

I braved the thronging masses.

Let me tell you, I don't like it.

Not one bit.

It was you.

All along.

It was you.

Hmm? I'm not following you, my darling.

Do not insult me.

Jimmy and Loraine were
to deliver the formula

to this compartment,

where they would pass it
to the person who would sell it on.

The one behind it all.

I fear we may finally need to have

a truly grown-up conversation.

I don't expect you to understand.

-No, not at first.
-You killed Gerry.

I absolutely did not. That was the girl.

Far too impulsive.

She, um, believed that Gerry
had uncovered our planning.

She took drastic action, far more drastic
than I would ever have suggested.

The party at Chimneys,
you made that happen

to gather intelligence about the formula.

And then what?

Recruited Jimmy and Loraine,
so they could help you steal it?

Oh, you always did have
your father's speed of thought.

Ma, that formula
could help protect this country.

And you want to sell it on elsewhere?

To people who could harm us?

-You are betraying your country.
-My country betrayed me.

Betrayed us.

Your father, your brother, all of us.

This family has done more
in service of this country

than you will ever know.

So, I know how it operates only too well.

It allowed your brother, my son,

to be cannon fodder,

ordered to his death

by a deluded, drunken general.

Oh, and you think there was glory
or honor in his sacrifice, hmm?

Because let me tell you, there was not.

His country did not protect him.

It threw him into an abattoir…

which had precisely no effect
on the course of the war.

As it did nothing

to protect your father.

Because of my country,

I lost everyone I ever loved.

Not me.

No, not you.

But my…

boy.

My firstborn…

son.

There's no pain like it, Bundle.

You still have me, Ma.

Am I not enough?

So, how are we supposed to live?

How are we, how am I, supposed to live?

Who takes care of us with your father
and your brother gone, hmm?

All this,

all these deaths…

just for money?

Because we have none!

Don't you understand it, child?

What do I have? Chimneys?

Willed to me. Worthless.

The upkeep is impossible.

And if we lose it, we have nothing.

No home, no status.

This… This would have provided a solution

in one fell swoop.

-I don't recognize you, Ma.
-No.

I'm not a good parent.

I…

cannot hold the hope you place in me.

Your father could.

Without him, I do run rather unfettered.

I have kept myself hidden from you

and the world

for good reason.

Oh.

My…

sweet Bundle.

You see, I thought

with Thesiger and the girl

there was enough… distance
for no one to trace it back.

Well, I thought

no one would care enough.

But I had reckoned
without the force of you.

Foolish now, I see.

Mmm.

You underestimated me.

As you overestimated me

for all your life.

Now, my darling child…

…would you allow me
to put to you a question?

Would you allow me to swiftly steal away
in advance of the authorities?

Surely you--

you wouldn't put a bullet
in your own mother?

Not in her heart.

But perhaps an ankle,

to slow her down.

Would you, though?

Truly?

Test me, Ma.

Bravo, my girl.

Bravo.

Good Lord. Lady Eileen.

Lady… Caterham.

Of course.

Oh, I see it now.

I'm so sorry.

Do I know you?

Absolute pleasure.

Cyril, please?

Alfred.

What are you doing here?

I've been sent to collect you,
Lady Eileen.

By whom?

My employers request
the pleasure of your company

at The Seven Dials Club.

Please convey my sincerest apologies
at being unable to attend.

They are very insistent.

Please do not make a fuss
or call out for help.

In the car, please, Lady Eileen.

This will seriously jeopardize
any future employment reference.

Sit down.

So what now?

You kill me like you did the others?

At least have the decency
to show yourself, Number Seven.

There's something
I'd like to share with you, Lady Eileen.

I should jolly well think you do.

I don't understand. I thought you were
all responsible for these deaths.

Quite the opposite.

The Seven Dials Society is not
a malign organization, far from it.

Superintendent, please.
It's been a very, very long day.

This group is an informal alliance

endeavoring to keep our world safe

in turbulent times.

Dark forces are rising

across the world.

We do all we can to prevent them
from gaining supremacy,

hence my presence at Wyvern

to protect Dr. Matip and his formula,

despite the best efforts
of Mr. Thesiger and Miss Wade.

I don't know why
you're telling me all this.

Or why you brought me here
at the end of a gun, I might add.

I thought you might not otherwise attend
to hear our offer.

Hear what?

We would like you to join us.

You'd like me to what?

I've been monitoring and assessing you.

Assessing?

We have come to the conclusion
that you would be

a more than worthwhile addition
to our ranks.

Is that what you've been doing
all this time?

Recruiting me?

We require a vast amount
of pluck, Lady Eileen,

which you possess in abundance.

A few years ago,

we lost one of our most important agents.

Your father.

He used to sit in that very seat.

I don't understand.

I was with him when he died.

He was on a mission for The Seven Dials,

heading to meet Dr. Matip.

No.

He died of Spanish flu serving abroad.

He did not.
He was ambushed by our enemies.

They had discovered
our existence and our plans.

You were there with him?

Not soon enough.

I try to protect all of those who help us.

I'm afraid I don't always succeed.

Did my mother know about this?

Not about his death, no.

I believe she knew
that he was engaged in secret work.

I think she gained knowledge
of the formula

by dining in recent years
with those who knew your father.

Gossip can be potent
when interpreted correctly.

Of course.

Lady Eileen,

your father was our greatest agent,

but I believe that you have the potential

to far surpass him.

No one's ever said
anything like that to me.

I mean every word.

Hmm.

You are at a crossroads.

Somewhat
of an understatement, Superintendent.

As ever.

This work is dangerous.

It will require travel
to far-flung places,

espionage, and a high degree of peril.

We need you, Lady Eileen.

We have a mission
of the utmost urgency and danger,

and we need you to start right away.

So…

what do you say?

Tell me everything.