All language subtitles for Partners.in.Crime.1983.S01E10.The.Case.of.the.Missing.Lady.1080p.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor_track3_[eng]

[Cheerful 20s music]

[Suspenseful music]

[Crying]

Hold her.

[Crying]

I said hold her.

She's going to be difficult.

They always are, to begin with.

But not for long.

[Crying]

Keep her still, muldoon!

[Crying]

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.

I don't hold out much hope.

If you wouldn't mind
giving me your name, sir?

Gabriel stavansson.

Beg your pardon, sir?

Stavansson, Gabriel stavansson.

I'm sorry, sir, would
you mind repeating that?

[Stavansson] Stavansson!

Stavansson?

The explorer!

Better fetch him in.

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
secretary, miss Robinson.

How do you do?

Miss Robinson.

Now, sir, perhaps you
will state your business.

- I have...
- Beyond the fact

that it is urgent, that
you came in a taxi,

that you've recently
returned from the arctic,

or possibly the
antarctic, 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, erm,

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. Stavansson?

- To begin with, Mr. Plant...
- Blunt.

My name is Gabriel stavansson.

Ah yes of course,
the well known, erm...

Explorer.

Quite so, miss Robinson.

You have recently
returned from the...

The north pole, 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,

blunt.

That'd before I started
on this last expedition,

two years ago,

I had the great, good
fortune to become engaged.

Congratulations.

To Mrs. Maurice Leigh Gordon.

Mrs. Leigh Gordon was
before her marriage...

The honourable Hermione crane,

the second daughter
of lord Manchester.

[Stavansson] My word.

Her first husband was
killed during the war.

[Stavansson] Exactly.

-Mr. Plant, -blunt.

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.

This is Hermione.

She looks charming,
Mr. Stavansson.

Oh, 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 pont 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
would not expected back

for at least another
fortnight, Mr. Stavansson.

I know, but when I asked
for hermie's address,

lady Susan hemmed and hawed,

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. Plant,

blunt.

She made so many difficulties

that I became
distinctly annoyed.

I take it you are not on
good terms with lady Susan.

Good terms?

- Yes.
- Hah!

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.

Well, I loathe fat
women, I always have.

Fashion agrees with
you, Mr. Stavansson.

On the other hand, i...

Everyone has their pet aversion.

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 pont 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 can see that you're a man
of action, Mr. Stavansson.

The thing came upon me
like a bomb shell, Mr. Plant,

blunt.

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 see her?

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 pont 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. Stavansson's proclivities?

[Stavansson laughs]

Good lord, no.

Nothing like the pluck.

Lady Susan, Hermione
might've 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...

I really cannot remember
what I told you, Mr. Stavansson.

Turning up as you did,
throwing my house into an uproar,

- 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 expect at
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.

And I like it less and less.

Well, I suppose the police
could always be notified.

The police?

Oh, no, Mr. Blunt.

That's the positivity
dreadful idea.

Ah hah.

I merely thought...

But the publicity, the scandal.

Why should there be
any scandal, lady Susan?

I, i...

[knocking on door]

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. Stavansson.

"Changed my plans, just off
to monte Carlo for a week."

Hermie?

Well, I'm damned.

Quite possibly Mr. Stavansson,

but Hermione, as you
see, is nothing of the kind.

Where was it sent from?

May I?

Maldon.

Maldon?

Maldon, 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, Mr. Stavansson.

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, lady Susan.

Go with them, John.

Operator.

Are you there?

Maldon, two one nine.

I want a personal call to
Dr. Horriston, at the grange.

She's got a divine figure.

Oh, bit too boney, for my taste.

What do you make of it all?

The obvious
explanation is that hermie,

as he likes to call her,

is afraid to see him
and has done a bunk.

Which means lady Susan
may be backing her up.

I say, 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 stavansson.

He's a powerful chap.

And a pretty passionate one.

Capable of all manner
of things, I should think.

You're not saying
you suspect him?

At this stage, I
suspect everyone.

Maybe we'd better
cut down to maldon.

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'd you mean?

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

- [Suspenseful music]
- [Woman moaning]

Remember, you must show no pity.

What's the plan?

Split up, I think.

I'll try that shop.

Right, and I'll visit the
old cock and sparrow.

Good luck, Tommy.

Good luck, old bean.

[Suspenseful music]

Good morning.

Morning.

Do you sell picture postcards?

There.

Oh, yes.

[Suspenseful music]

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.

Mosgovskensky.

See what I mean?

What sort of name is that?

Who does the grange belong to?

Dr. Horriston, he calls himself.

Dr. Horriston.

Can you tell me
what he looks like?

Tommy, I believe I've got it.

The grange...

Yes, I've just been
hearing about it.

Do you think Mrs.
Leigh Gordon's there?

I don't know.

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

Unpleasant looking brute, yes.

That's horriston.

He owns the grange.

So we'll have to
check up on him.

We didn't need
to, I know horriston.

You know him?

Yes.

Well, I met him briefly,
several years ago.

My chum, poppy St. albans,

had the most frightful
experience at his hands.

He used to be a bonafide doctor

and then he came 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's an
unscrupulous quack.

The grange?

Yes, the grange.

[Suspenseful music]

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, 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 at the staatengruppe
institut 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 diseases.

I'm sorry, Mr. Beresford,
I never give interviews.

Oh, but surely...

This is 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.

Well, my editor's
going to be very shirty.

Ah, yes.

Well, fair enough.

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

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.

Thank you!

Hello, darling!

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.

Horriston might have
remembered you.

So what do we do now?

Go back to London and tell
stavansson that we failed?

That goes decidedly
against the grain.

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 shall
be perfectly safe.

But supposing horriston
recognises you?

Not a chance.

He met me, remember?

Well, next time he's going
to meet somebody else.

[Pompous music]

Madame Vera mosgovskensky.

Madame mosgovskensky,
this is truly an honour!

Naturally.

You are Dr. Horriston?

I am.

Dr. Kleber?

Irma kleber, formally
of the staatengruppe...

She being your mistress?

No, madame mosgovskensky,
Dr. Kleber is my partner.

I am wondering.

Please.

Thanking you.

Ah, why you looking
astonished, doctor?

Well, the truth is,
madame mosgovskensky,

that having received
your telegram yesterday,

I understood that you had
cancelled your reservation.

Well, I am changing my mind.

It is artist's privilege, no?

Yes, but...

Ah, my suite is not prepared.

No, madame madame mosgovskensky,

that is, yes.

So, why you not understanding?

I'm sorry.

I will repeat.

After the imperial
ballet, I am joining

troupe of diaghilev.

This is seven years
now, but I am leaving him.

He is no good, he is charlatan.

You are totally in agreeable?

Er, yes.

So now I am forming
my own company.

The ballet mosgovskensky.

But it is requiring much work,

many head pains.

Headaches.

It is the same thing.

So before starting my
new glittering career,

I am in need of much rest.

Of peacefulness.

Of calm.

[Speaking in Russian]

[She chokes]

[Speaking in Russian]

I am swearing this oath.

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 mosgovskenky.

You must please 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 barre?

A bar?

I am afraid that
alcohol is not permitted.

No, no, no, no.

I am meaning a
barre for the practise.

For the suppleness of my limbs.

Ah, yes, we will
have one installed.

I should jolly well
be thinking so.

Now, Dr. Kleber,
would you be so kind

as to conduct madame
mosgovskensky to her suite?

This way, madame.

I am completely delightful.

Madame.

Delightful!

Your room is this way,
madame mosgovskensky.

I'm wondering what is here?

The room of another patient.

Oh, 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.

- [Moaning]
- Ah, what is that?

Was?

I am thinking I'm
hearing some noisiness.

Be assured, madame
mosgovskensky,

here you will sleep as
sound as in the grave.

Now, please.

I trust you a will
be comfortable.

Is adequate.

Supper will brought
here for you later.

Ah, good, a little
champagne and little caviar

will be bearable.

Und before going to bed,

you will be sure to take this.

What is, 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

"veruska, veruska,
how can you be sleeping

"at a time like this?"

Ah, poor Dimitri.

I remember when the bolsheviki,

they're storming his palace,

they are finding him, floating.

Floating?

In his bath.

What they are doing
to him is unrepeatable.

Nevertheless, you will
be a sure to take this.

If you require anything else?

Nothing, there is nothing.

You are dismissed.

Good night, madame.

It's the journalist fellow
I mind most about.

How did he find
out we were here?

Some rumours in
the village, perhaps.

Claims to be a friend of
the Leigh Gordon woman.

[Kleber] That is most serious.

[Horriston] I shall
increase the dosage.

[Kleber] But the risk?

[Horriston] I don't care.

[Kleber] Your mind is made up?

Yes.

[Suspenseful music]

[Groans]

What are you doing here?

[Groans]

What did you say?

[Mumbles incoherently]

What do you want
with those things?

Cause this Rose,
sir, and the Jasmine.

The Jasmine?

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

Threatening to choke your
house with unbridled profusion.

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

Ooh, the forces of nature
wait for neither man nor beast.

You get off.

Do that in the morning.

Be that an order, mister?

Yes.

Yes it is.

Now get out of here, go home.

Now you rest as
soft and as peacable

as a stoat in his burrow.

Or a toad in his hole, sir!

[Suspenseful music]

[Groaning]

You are out of your room,
madame mosgovskensky.

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 make protest,

and so I walk.

Is that all?

Is not enough?

In the morning your mattress
will be changed, madame,

for the night 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.

Please.

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

A knout?

It is a whip, like this.

No, madame mosgovskensky,

I do not possess a knout.

How strange.

You remind me of
cossack I once knew.

Good night, madame.

Good nights.

[Moaning]

[Suspenseful music]

[Sash window opening]

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 did rather well.

And I've got a
spiffing accent, listen.

- Be that an order, mister...
- Shh, shh!

- Oh.
- I had an encounter

with that Dr. Kleber.

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. Leigh 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.

But we don't really
have enough to go on.

Chucking our hand
in now would be awful.

- Yes.
- Tommy?

Oh, sorry, old girl.

- Oh, no!
- Oh!

Thanks.

If only we could
get into that room.

But it's locked, you say.

Yes, no sign of the key.

Hold on.

Is it on this side
of the corridor?

No, on the other.

Oh, pity.

I could have always
tried using my ladder.

Nevermind.

I'm afraid it means
forcing that door.

- Tuppence?
- Oh, sorry.

Or breaking it down.

Oh, you couldn't.

I mean, there's always
someone on look out.

Dr. Kleber, or that
horrid muldoon.

Then I shall just have to think

of something
absolutely foolproof

that'll guarantee
there's no-one about,

or it may be too late.

Tommy.

What is it?

Darling, have you
thought something?

I believe, I believe I have.

It might, it just might work.

Oh, Tommy, I shall have
to be frightfully brave.

[Suspenseful music]

[Moaning]

Follow me.

I'm supposed to stay here.

Not this morning.

Dr. Horriston said...

Your 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 authorised to announce
to you that among our guests

is the distinguished
Russian ballerina

madam Vera mosgovskensky.

[Polite applause]

Madame mosgovskensky
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.

Madam mosgovskensky.

["Swan lake"]

My friends, beloved friends,

this morning, I am dancing
for you some beautiful experts,

so sorry, I mean excerpts,
from the immortal ballet,

lac De cygne.

The lake of the swans.

[Piano plays fanfare]

It is being written,
as you know,

by my great countryman,
the towering genius,

Pyotr Tchaikovsky.

He was a great, great composer,
but also very tragic man.

I remember once in yakutsk,

but I'm sworn not to
be speaking of this,

it is his music that
is mattering, no?

For 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 theatre,

and from the theatre, the world.

Thanking you.

[Polite applause]

[Piano plays]

But first, I must be
putting you completely

in the picture.

Unless you are knowing
story of the ballet,

you're not appreciating
my unbelievable art.

Is true, yes.

So you must be
imagining yourself

in a little village
in the countryside.

After beautiful overture,
the curtain is rising,

to reveal girls and
boys of the village

happily frolicking
with themselves.

Yes, they are gaily desporting.

And why, because the
handsome prince, he is come.

And the handsome
prince, his name is

prince charming.

And, he's riding
for country sport,

and everyone in the village
is over the moons to see him,

and his pretty companions.

He approaches the house.

[Piano plays in the distance]

But what is this?

He is shooting her!

Yes, my friends, the
beautiful white swans 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.

[Piano plays]

However.

You must be knowing
that odette is not

only beautiful swan's queen.

Oh gosh, no.

There is another,
and her name is odile.

But she is a 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 abanazerov.

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

[Suspenseful music]

[Knocking on door]

Mrs. Leigh Gordon?

[Knocking on door]

Hermie!

But what shall the
handsome prince do?

He believe most sincerely
that he is dancing with odette,

the beautiful white swans queen.

And, oh, she is
flying so graceful.

But in reality it
is quite different.

It is not odette, but odile,

the black swans in disguise.

Oh dear.

What a mix-up!

[Speaking in Russian]

[Suspenseful music]

Oh, please, to
listen careful, please!

Your attention.

I am now coming to most
important part of the story

when the secret of
the wicked magician

is about to be revealed!

[Distant crashing]

Mrs. Leigh Gordon?

[Sobbing]

My god!

And so they are united in
heartbreaking happy endings.

Whole theatre 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
is not important.

The prince and
his beloved odette,

they sink beneath moonlit
waters on magic lake.

And the curtain, she falls.

[Snoring]

It's beautiful, no?

Madame mosgovskensky...

Ah, 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 mosgovskensky,
we are waiting for you to dance.

This is natural.

Always, always they are
imploring me to dance.

Then for heaven's sake, begin.

Please, to be sitting.

I am ready for grand entrance.

[Piano plays]

Nyet!

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.

[Horriston] Muldoon.

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

Everyone, everyone
is to be waiting

in fever of anticipation.

- Madame mosgovskensky...
- No-one,

and I mean no-one,
is to leave this room.

Tuppence!

Oh, Tommy.

Did you find her?

Yes, come on.

Well, where is she?

Upstairs!

Oh, we can't just leave her!

No, I'll tell you later!

Come on!

Oi, you!

- [Tommy] Run!
- Stop!

[Tense music]

Tommy!

[Shouting]

[Screaming]

Oh, no!

Quickly!

[Screaming]

Muldoon!

Darling, I can't!

Come on, darling,
pull yourself together!

[Tense music]

Quickly!

[Engine stalls]

[Engine turns over]

They have failed.

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 stavansson to warn him?

No.

Oh, but Mrs. Leigh 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 stavansson
said that he hated fat women?

Well, in the two
years he's been away,

his hermie has been
putting on weight.

She got into a panic, which
he heard he was coming back,

and rushed off to do this
new treatment of horriston's.

It's injections of some sort.

He makes a deadly secret of it,

and charges through the nose.

Stavansson came
back a fortnight too soon.

She was only just
beginning of the treatment.

I know, don't tell me.

Lady Susan tried to protect her,

stavansson got suspicious...

We came down here to make
blithering idiots of ourselves,

not to mention assault and
battery on members of the staff.

And i'm, I'm guilty of the
most apalling false pretences.

And what's worse, I've ruined
a perfectly good nightdress!

[Laughing] Well, at least
stavansson will be happy!

Tommy, if you ever so much
as mention a word of this

to anyone...

Fair enough.

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

Getting myself up to look
like the ancient mariner.

Tommy.

Yes?

You do look odd.

[She laughs]

Now, listen.

I'm sorry.

I promise I'll never,
ever mention it again.

Good.

[Giggling]

[They both laugh]

[Cheerful music]