All language subtitles for III-III - Episode III

England is in need of a jolly good scare.

Blow up the observatory?

I give you a month.

Can you supply a bomb?

I can supply a bomb. Will you explode it?

Tell Heat it's The Strand next.

'The Professor's on an omnibus.'

Get a message sent he's
not to be approached!

Do you know what a secret is, Stevie?

Not even Winnie must know.

Despite what you said,
we are a true family.

Could be father and son.

'Mr Michaelis is going to my
cottage in Kent to write a book.'

Stevie!

We've got a job to do. This is a
serious business we're doing here.

This new thing between them,
I'm so hopeful about it.

Tell yourself that lie, but imagine
more than just a day with me.

Who have you supplied?

Who have you supplied?!

- I'll go for you!
- Stevie!

- No! - I'm a good boy.
- Stevie!

He's having the time of his life,
Winnie. He's climbing trees.

What do we do about this Verloc?

In my opinion, offer him immunity
from prosecution in exchange for

everything he can tell us.

Is there a body here?

It's not a body. It's just a mess.

You've no idea what's happened, have you?

'He said he was climbing trees,
getting his trousers dirty.'

He said he was having fun.

Not all of it was blown to bits.

She knows.

She's waiting for you.

I saw Heat leave.

I spoke to him, actually.

At least you know now.

About Stevie.

I'm sorry I kept it from you.

I didn't know how to...

You do see that, don't you?

But if...

...you let me explain...

Look...

Yes, I got Stevie involved,
but I had to, Winnie.

I've had no choice in any of this.

I take payments from the Russian embassy.

I suppose I'm a spy, and...

They wanted an explosion, and
if I didn't give it to them...

The way he was using me, Winnie.

Threatening me.

If I hadn't agreed to do it,
what would have become of us all?

So...

I showed Stevie what I
was doing, it's true.

He was never meant to be the
one who actually planted it.

I meant the boy no harm.

And how could he just...

...come in here and blurt
it out to you like that?

I've been sat in the
pub for hours, just...

thinking of a way to tell
you, and he just waltzes in.

You know what his problem is?

He thinks it's just information.

It's the policeman in him.

It's unforgivable.

No empathy at all.

'We have to go for Verloc.

'Not bargain with him, but detain him.'

Prosecution?

I put it to the Attorney
General about making use of him.

Wasn't keen at all. Had had a word with
the Foreign Secretary, if you ask me.

And their thinking?

Foreign spies on our soil
immune from the rule of law?

We turn a blind eye, we
just look blind. Or feeble.

So, we need to make an example of Verloc?

Yes. But, ultimately,

the only way is to make the
employment of these spies

unpleasant to their employers.

Very well, Home Secretary, I shall...

...approach his employer.

If I'm taken away...

...you'll need your wits about you.

You need to start thinking about tomorrow.

So, you need to...

You can't sit here like this.

You could look at me, Winnie.

I knew you'd take it hard.

But you've got to see the whole picture.

And... there's still the two of us.

And... being like this...

well, it... it won't
bring him back, will it?

What will?

- What?
- What will bring him back?

Nothing.

Did he scream?

He felt no pain.

I'm sure of it.

How do you know?

I'm not screaming.

I feel so trapped with it.

I thought it'd be an end to all our troubles,
and it's ended up being nothing of the sort.

But this...

Well, they'll take me away, but...

...if you were to wait for me...

...and... and then shop
to keep going while...

while I'm detained, we
could pick up again.

I've been to prison before,
it won't affect me.

It's safer in there than running away.

Please, Winnie.

Don't be a fool.

I kept calling Stevie back.

But he wouldn't listen to me.

He took it upon himself to carry the bomb.

Why did he have to be...

wilful like that?

- We are rather surprised that you've
insisted on so immediate an appointment. - We?

I don't think this appointment involves
you being in the room, Privy Councillor.

I meant that you had more
pressing engagements.

This bomb outrage, the safety of London.

That's exactly why I'm here.

Greenwich being a symptom, the
cause perhaps here in Kensington.

We know that Verloc planted the bomb.

- Verloc?
- You know him.

You employ him.

What makes you say that?

I say nothing of the sort,
my inspector says it.

He also makes use of him,

and uses your little secret
as leverage against him.

Do you remember when you
accused me of complacency,

accused every Government agency?

Well, you could say
we've taken your advice.

An end to tolerance.

- And what do you intend to do
with this Verloc, deport him? - No.

We rather thought a prosecution
would best demonstrate to the public

both the danger and the indecency.

You really think you'd induce a
man like this to admit anything?

Absolutely, if he thought his
punishment to be mitigated.

And, if not, we have a
wealth of detail in any case.

We have a joint enemy. The
anarchists, not each other.

We're well aware of the genuine article.

That's why we can't be
distracted by shams like this.

And so you will prosecute Verloc?

I wonder how efficient the
prosecution of the Professor

will make you look.

The public will be happy to know
that we've foiled an outrage.

That a man with a bomb strapped to
him was roaming the streets of London?

That bomb didn't go off.

Yours did.

Our arrangement...

...was always that you took
no interest in my affairs.

That's how it's worked.

You always said things
didn't bear much looking into.

In fact, Winnie...

...you looked the other way.

I made it easy.

- I made it easy for you to... - You mustn't
spend too long blaming yourself, Winnie.

What matters now is...

...how we go along together.

You've no idea what a bastard
I've been dealing with.

What a jeering,

pitiless, dangerous bastard!

'There isn't an anarchist plot in the
last 11 years I haven't thwarted.

'The scores of revolutionaries
that I've dispatched...'

I could be stabbed in the back at
any time, he wouldn't give a damn.

If you want someone to blame, blame him.

I don't understand a word you're saying.

What's done can't be undone.

You know what you need?

Good cry.

Because you haven't.

It's not natural.

These things...

They have to come out.

Emotion, I mean.

Going for a rest?

Bit of peace and quiet, yeah, that...

That'll do you the world of good.

'Calm me down, Winnie.'

Flying off to your mother's?

No sense going now.

She'll have gone to bed
by the time you get there.

This is the sort of news that can wait.

Tonight, your place is
here with me, Winnie.

Just take off your hat and sit down.

I can't just let you go...
wandering about outside.

I just can't have it.

And this veil...

I barely know who I'm talking to.

That's better.

Not that you're saying
anything back to me, anyway.

Perhaps because you know it was you who
kept shoving the boy in my direction.

What made you do it?

Look, this... this deaf-and-dumb
act, it's gone too far.

At least his troubles are over now,
whereas ours are just beginning.

We ought to start thinking
about what we're going to do.

I can't have you galloping
off to your mother

with some crazy tale or other
about me. I won't have it.

I wish I'd never seen Greenwich Park.

"A nice walk."

Winnie...

"Imagine how good a few days
in Kent would be for him."

- "Me and him in the countryside..."
- Let it lie now, Winnie.

No more trouble.

"Could be father and son."

No more.

Winnie...

Yes.

Come here.

(Murderess.)

You're here.

Only because I thought you would be.

Sit down with me.

I was on my way to you.

I thought so much about you,

since I read about the bombing.

I'm very sorry.

Will you help me?

No-one is more ready to
help you in your trouble.

Do you know what my trouble is?

I couldn't be absolutely sure
from the newspaper report,

but now you appear like this, I...

I understand exactly what happened.

What will I do?

Winnie, you... you are free now.

Truly.

I can't be.

No.

Unless...

people understand perhaps what happened.

Verloc brought about
his own death when he...

He was a bastard to me.

Yes.

But not me, Winnie.

You'll take me away?

You will let me escape with you?

You have done so before?

- Run away?
- Yes.

We can run away together.

We can go anywhere.

Tom, there's some money.

- If we go...
- Verloc's money?

He kept it hidden away, you see.

The money's... at the shop, Tom.

All of it.

You deserve it. And we
can make a life with it?

Yes.

You forgot to shut the door.

Show me.

I've left the light on in the parlour.

The money's in there, on the shelf.

How can this be?

Haven't you guessed
what I was driven to do?

You will save me, Tom?

Please, don't let them hang me.

You did this thing all by yourself?

Yes.

Where's Stevie?

Blown to bits in Greenwich Park.

Verloc took him away and murdered him.

And then came back, like any other
man would come back to his wife.

So, you just... stabbed him to death?

He was resting on the
sofa after his supper.

Resting easy.

"Come here," he said to me...

...after he's killed my Stevie... my baby.

So I came all right.

What did he expect?

He took the heart out of me.

Please, Tom.

The money's in the box over there.

Don't throw me off now, Tom.

It's been years since I made an arrest.

- Good to get my feet out
from under the desk. - Sure.

This has to look conspicuous, Heat.

Show them how serious we are about it.

You had other plans for Verloc yesterday.

That was yesterday.

You will save me from the hangman?

If they find us, they'll
say it's a conspiracy.

That I am your accomplice.

So you're wedded to me,
whether you like it or not.

I'm very happy that our fates
are to be bound together.

That we will be together.

Are you cold?

Not here.

Are you?

No.

This is...

A revenge attack? One of his own, perhaps?

I was thinking more in the way of a
husband killed and a... missing wife.

Are we in the presence
of a domestic drama?

And I'm supposed to go to the Home
Secretary and... tell him, what,

that our foreign policy
has been thwarted by...

a bloody carving knife?

Find her.

Do you suppose Verloc volunteered the part

he played in her brother's death?

Never.

Then, who did?

Find her.

Alert every constable on the beat.
Get men at every train terminal.

I'll pay a visit to the mother.

Between us all, we should find her.

We did wish them more vigilant.

- Yes, not so much that they'd...
- Start a diplomatic incident?

If they get Verloc in that
dock and make him talk,

the embarrassment that will cause
our government. I will be recalled,

for God's sake!

Rather more than recalled, I fear.

Wurmt.

Wurmt!

- Verloc! - First Secretary?
- Bring him here.

Bring him here, before the
police take hold of him.

- I can summon him.
- No, no, we need to act now.

We need to get him smuggled out of
the country as soon as possible.

Well, go! Take somebody with you.

I am merely a privy counsellor,
First Secretary. Clerical.

The boat leaves Southampton at midnight.

- Will we be safe?
- Let's get to Paris first,

the best way we can.

Paris?

And then?

Wherever we can be left in peace.

I'll buy the tickets to
Saint-Malo. Let's go separately.

We mustn't be seen together.

Stay out of sight.

Some trouble here?

What business would you have here, sir?

Oh, nothing but curiosity.

Someone killed?

The, er, shop owner?

Were you acquainted with him, sir?

Well, merely as a customer.

But if you asked me were I, erm...

He's dead? Murdered?

Well... this is some news, is it not?

As for myself, I shall thank God
to be safely in my bed tonight.

I should never have left them.

I promise you, madam...

your son felt no pain.

But you cannot say the same for Winnie.

Two returns to Southampton, please.

Thank you.

Sir?

Your change, sir.

Stevie!

Sir.

Poor woman could hardly speak.

But she feels if there was
a man she may have formed

an association with, it would be Ossipon.

He was kind to Stevie.

Any clue from her mother as
to where they may have run to?

Well, Winnie only knows London.

Ossipon's European.

Then France, sir?

Madam.

Ticket, please.

Thank you, madam.

Relatives in Southampton, ma'am?

Er, no.

So, what takes you there?

I'm going to get the...
midnight boat from there.

- The midnight boat to Saint-Malo.
- Saint-Malo?

And unaccompanied?

That's quite an adventure, ma'am.

Yes. I'm joining my husband there.

What is your husband's business there?

He's an importer.

Wine and other things.

No luggage, ma'am?

- I intend to come back soon.
- Soon?

Tomorrow, in fact.

My husband rents a cottage in Saint-Malo.

I have belongings there.

The Southampton-Malo
train leaves at 10:30.

Portsmouth, ten minutes after that.

I'll board one train and you the other.

I have a return ticket to Southampton.

Have a good passage, ma'am.

Thank you.

All aboard! Last call for Southampton!

All aboard, please!

- Right, you check the
Portsmouth train. - Sir.

- Any couples boarding the
Southampton train? - Several.

- Anything about any of them in particular?
- Just one woman travelling without luggage, sir.

- Why didn't you detain her? - She said
she was joining her husband in Saint-Malo.

Best we sit in different
compartments, until Southampton.

Yeah.

What's Saint-Malo like, Tom?

Intra-Muros.

A citadel... a walled city.

- And everyone's safe within?
- That was always the plan.

Good.

'Look, Winnie, the circles!

'Look at the circles, Winnie!
Ah, they're wonderful.

'That was wonderful!'

What's wrong?

We're getting off at the next stop.

Tell him, Winnie.

Tell him!

It was me.

It was all me.

- I put a knife in him and then I went
to seek Tom. - I wasn't even there.

And you think you can escape
this? You harboured her.

And here you are now,
engineering her escape.

And what's your role in
this offence, Inspector?

You provoked her.

- I had to tell her.
- She killed Verloc soon after your visit!

- Yes, SHE killed Verloc!
- You delivered him! You...

...gave her the motivation.

Sit down!

- I'm a policeman.
- And Verloc had made a fool of you.

I wanted Verloc hung, not murdered.

And now you will organise our deaths, too.

Will that be justice for you?

You saw Stevie's body.

You went through what was left of him.

Please, let me go.

The law can't punish me any more.

Have pity, for God's sake.

I had his... supper ready...

...as I always did.

I had the knife... laid out
for him, as it always was.

Be careful.

All aboard! Southampton train!

He's...

He's let us go.

He's going to overlook the crime.

He doesn't wish our punishment for it.

Does this mean they'll stop
looking for us altogether?

It means Heat has compromised himself.

It means that they can't...

My God...

Could you imagine how it would look if
they tried to prosecute us in the future?

The embarrassment his merciful
judgment would cause them?

They'd have to think twice.

We wouldn't even have to defend ourselves.

But we can't go back.

No, of course not.

Anyway, it doesn't matter, does it?

Because we don't need to go back.

We're going to cross that
channel and never look back.

Never.

You can show us where to run.

You know how to keep the world at bay.

On neither train?

No, sir.

We had such a case within our grasp.

Verloc.

A foreign conspiracy to
undermine our morale, our law.

A political cause celebre taken away.

Now, the only way to be political about
it is to say it wasn't political at all...

to say we don't have that
kind of violence here.

There's still the Professor, sir.

Just put it out that we're
still looking for her.

The berserk wife of the man

who ran the questionable
little shop on Brett Street.

As for the Professor,
I've got a different plan.

And Ossipon?

A domestic drama, Chief Inspector.

Did you let them go?

Your sense of natural justice
getting the better of the law?

Pragmatism taking over?

I don't think I'm that
kind of policeman, sir.

Am I such a scourge as that?

Well, I will not be alone!

Others will see what I have
done, and they will follow suit!

Packet to Saint-Malo!
Packet to Saint-Malo!

I'll go and buy the tickets for the
crossing then meet you by the ferry.

Winnie, we have to be on our guard.

We have to know exactly what we're doing.

And to know exactly what you want.

I know what I want.

One ticket for Saint-Malo, please.

Thanks.

You're appearing in court
first thing tomorrow.

The man who had to be stopped
from performing a catastrophic act.

And how our brave policemen managed that.

No.

The state prefers to pretend
that you were no threat at all.

Instead of conspiracy to endanger
life, you'll face a lesser charge...

possessing explosives under
suspicious circumstances.

What?!

What are you talking about?!

You, and the whole Verloc affair,
are to be completely smothered.

Get off!

- Get in.
- Hey!

You're not playing the game, Inspector!

Heat!

You call me a pest?

YOU'RE the pest!

I'll not be insignificant!

I will not be nothing!

Thank you.

Tom!

Tom!

TOM!

Tom!

Excuse me. Please, will you... Tom!

Please, don't leave me!

Tom!

Tom, I'm begging you!

I'm begging you, Tom!

Tom!

Are you going by the boat, ma'am?

This way, ma'am.

Take me to Soho!

Take me to a bar.

In this time of turmoil...

...I wish to introduce a young man
who, since his own troubled past,

has learned to be at peace with himself.

He will give a reading tonight

of what he has been putting his mind to.

The future.

Are the hopeful...

always to be crushed...

by those who do not have
the courage of that virtue?

Do the strong simply entrench
their strength in society

at the expense of the weak?

Are the imprisoned always
to wait for their release

and their forgiveness?

Is society simply a version...

...of that brutal prison I
spent my last 15 years in?

Do those in chains simply await
the end of their sentence...

their far-from-glorious deliverance?

(Circles...)

(Circles...)

Or is there a better institution
that we can be founded on?

Where justice will open up its
loving arms to the innocent.

Where the strong will help the weak.

None abandoned or forgotten.

Pity and compassion prevailing.

A world of welfare, improvement,

and rehabilitation for all.

Good health...

...true happiness...

...and a good life.

(Ossipon.)

You think you can do this,
the art of pretence?

All went well?

He believes me.

Well, you're a very believable fella.

The Home Secretary told
the Milan Conference

that the British were fully in
control of any anarchist threat,

and no draconian clamp-down was necessary.

"British values," he stated,

"must be protected from
foreign interference."

Very good, sir.

And how are things at your end?

Very good, sir.

This belonged to Winnie.

What happened?