All language subtitles for the.moonstone.s01e03.hdtv.x264-tla

In the last year of the 18th century,

Colonel John Herncastle
plundered from India

a priceless and most
sacred yellow diamond.

Vishnu, the preserver,
laid his curse on the thief,

commanding three priests to
search forever for his moonstone.

But the wicked colonel
smuggled the stone to England.

In his will, he bequeathed the diamond

to his beautiful young
niece, Miss Rachel Verinder.

Rachel's gallant cousin,
Mr Franklin Blake,

was charged with the gem's delivery.

Rachel was bewitched by her diamond,
but the next morning, it was gone.

A year later, Franklin and
celebrated detective, Sergeant Cuff,

reopened the case and
learned that Rosanna Spearman,

Rachel's housemaid and former thief,

had left a letter for
Franklin before her death.

They turned straight back for London,

hoping at last to trace
the moonstone and its thief.

Coachman is readying the horses now.

- Were you expecting visitors?
- Oh, no.

Oh! It has been a long, arduous journey.

Miss Clack, you did
not receive my telegram.

I hoped to speak to you in London.

Then you hoped in vain.

I am but a poor
relation, a church mouse.

I do not have the wherewithal for
permanent lodgings in the city.

I agreed to pay, Miss Clack.
Handsomely, I might add.

And it cost me a hard struggle

before Christian humility
conquered sinful pride

and self-denial forced
me to accept your cheque.

But I accepted it on the grounds
that we speak in Yorkshire.

If you wish for my
testimony, we do it here.

- I could go on.
- Better that I abandon this interview.

The ground we have to cover in
London, you cannot cover alone.

But what about...?

My contacts are already
tracing Lucy Yolland.

When they find her, I
could cable you, if need be.

And we must watch the jewel
broker, Septimus Luker, also.

And he knows your face,
so that must needs be me.

Mr Luker figures in your
investigation. How curious!

I have news of Septimus Luker.

You have not heard of the outrage
perpetrated on the jewel broker?

- No.
- Of course, I know the intimate detail

as an identical attack was committed
on an esteemed friend of mine.

And who might that be?

Mr Godfrey Ablewhite.

Cousin Godfrey?

I do not understand you. What happened?

Some 10 months since,

not long after the events
of dear Rachel's birthday

and the loss of the diamond,

I had cause to visit
Mr Godfrey's lodgings.

What business did you have with him?

I do not expect you to be aware of

the Mothers' Small
Clothes Conversion Society,

but I am on the select committee
of that excellent charity.

And my precious, admirable
friend, Mr Godfrey Ablewhite,

is associated with the work of
moral and material usefulness.

You have dedicated
meetings for such matters?

Well, of course.

I had noticed that Mr Godfrey had
been missing some meetings of late,

and I was concerned for his health.

And I was right to be so.

Mr Godfrey?

FAINT MUFFLED SHOUTS

Mr Godfrey?

MUFFLED SHOUTS

Oh! Oh, my dear Mr Godfrey!

Oh! Oh!

Oh. Oh.

Oh! Oh!

Oh!

Oh, my dear Mr Godfrey,
what has occurred?!

Free my hands and pass
me my clothes, Miss Clack.

Ooo!

Miss Clack!

Oh! Hm.

How came Godfrey to be bound and gagged?

It transpires that earlier that day,

Mr Godfrey had cause to visit a
banking house on Lombard Street.

On gaining the door, he
encountered a gentleman,

a perfect stranger to him,
who was accidentally leaving

the office exactly at
the same time as himself.

A momentary contest of
politeness ensued between them

as to who should be the first
to pass through the door.

The stranger insisted on
making Mr Godfrey precede him.

Mr Godfrey said a few civil words,

they bowed and parted in the street.

But before he had gone many paces,

he was apprehended by an unseen hand!

And he awoke some hours
later, in his own rooms,

in the state as discussed.

His lodgings had been turned over,

and Mr Godfrey himself
has been searched,

if, as a lady, I may venture to
use the expression without ceremony,

through and through to his skin.

- So, what did they take?
- Oh, nothing.

They had acted in error,
making a false association

between our friend and
the man in the bank.

'Twas but a mistake.

So if I understand you
correctly, that man must've been

the jewel broker,
Septimus Luker himself?

That is correct.

He, too, was followed from the bank.

MUFFLED SHOUTS

But his kidnappers profited
more by Luker's abduction

than by poor, dear Mr Godfrey's.

So, what did they take from Luker?

The papers say the receipt was
for a valuable of great price

that Mr Luker had that day
placed in the care of his bankers.

The moonstone?

Perhaps. Perhaps not.

It stated a valuable only.

Do they have it, then?

Did the kidnappers collect the gem?

Oh, no. There, the infidels fell down.

The document was useless
for the purposes of fraud

as it provided that the
valuable must be given up

only on the personal
application of Mr Luker himself.

You say infidels.

Who were these kidnappers?
Have they been identified?

Mr Luker's landlord could say only

that they appeared to be
gentlemen of eastern derivation.

Ah! Sergeant Cuff's
exact prediction, sir.

The guardians closing
in on the jewel broker.

But he did not foresee them closing
in on cousin Godfrey Ablewhite.

Indeed not!

Because it was a trifle, a
chance encounter with Mr Luker

that led those heathens to make
a false association with him.

The sergeant said the thief
would have a link to Luker,

but I never expected this!

Can it be it could be Mr
Godfrey who stole the moonstone?

It all seems to point to Mr Godfrey.

Our Christian hero,

a gentleman of independent
wealth with modest outgoings.

A barrister, a true
friend to the poor. No.

I would ask you to look upon more
specific predictions than that.

What else did the sergeant say?

I see you have heard
the rumours, Miss Clack.

I had the whole story from
the mouth of my aunt herself.

And I understood there was
not a shadow of a suspicion

on anybody but dear Rachel.

In the mind of Sergeant Cuff.

He did not know her as we do.

Really?

I am but a... dispassionate observer.

Knowing Rachel's spirit to
be essentially unregenerate

from childhood upwards, there
is very little in this world

that would shock me
as regards my cousin.

Events might pass from bad to worse,

till they end in murder.

And yet I might say to myself,

"Ah, the natural result.

"Oh, dear, dear. The natural result."

Nothing of what you have told us
is pointed towards Rachel as thief.

Everything, shocking and
upsetting as that may be,

points towards Godfrey.

I have not finished yet.

You might change your view

when you hear dear Rachel's
response to the events in question.

I do not understand.

I thought you should know before
you next saw dear Mr Godfrey.

You imagine that the jewel
this broker was depositing,

the motivation for these kidnappings,

you believe it to be my diamond?

Oh, it is not I who believes.

The whole of London is abuzz
with talk of the moonstone.

But cloistered as you are, dear cousin,

I...I suspected that news
might not have reached you.

I imagined you would want
to know that the diamond,

and, perchance, its thief,

seem close to being found out.

Thank you, Mr Bruff. I'm sure
those arrangements will be...

How did that come to be here?!

It doesn't matter, Mama. You
need protect me no longer.

Please send word to Godfrey,
I must see him today.

What to make of this
reaction from Rachel.

Like us, she hopes
to find her moonstone.

Like us, she's in consternation
and panic at the thought

that the thief could be someone
as close as her cousin Godfrey.

I am sure it does you
great credit, Mr Betteredge,

that you view it thus.

But I can tell, Mr Franklin Blake,

like your great London detective,

can see quite a different reading of it.

'I'll wager the diamond is in London.'

Pledged to Septimus Luker.

And it was Miss Rachel
herself that took it there

'and pledged it.'

I don't presume to argue
with a clever man like you,

but is it quite fair, sir,
to pass over the opinion

of the famous detective
who investigated this case?

I judge the sergeant,
brilliant though he is,

to have been utterly wrong.

Had he but known Rachel's
character as I know it,

- he would've suspected everybody
in the house but her. - Oh!

If you'll excuse my interruption,

Miss Rachel has her faults,

she can be secret and
self-willed, odd and wild,

but I have known her since birth,

and she's true as steel.

High-minded and generous to a fault.

If the plainest evidence
in the world pointed one way

and nothing but Rachel's word
of honour pointed the other,

I would take her word
before the evidence.

- She is so absolutely to be relied on as that?
- She is.

Then permit me to inform you

that Mr Godfrey
Ablewhite's entire innocence

was declared that day

during my visit by Miss Verinder herself

in the strongest language

I ever heard used by a
young lady in my life.

Tell me... word for word,

what exactly did Rachel say?

My Lady, Mr Godfrey Ablewhite.

Godfrey. I am charmed to see you.

I wish you had brought
Mr Luker with you.

It seems that you and he, as long
as our present excitement lasts,

are the most interesting men in London.

I think I should take my leave, My Lady.

- No. Stay.
- Yes, stay.

I am unfortunate, Rachel.

No man knows less of Mr Luker than I.

And yet I learn that you were both
kidnapped in identical circumstances.

It is thought, is it not, that
these kidnappers are the same as

those entertainers that came
to our house in the country?

Some people think so.

Please, Rachel, leave the matter be.

I cannot, Mama.

Tell me plainly, Godfrey,
do these people also say

that Mr Luker's valuable
gem is the moonstone?

They do.

Mr Luker has, over and
over, solemnly declared

that until this scandal assailed him,
he'd never heard of the moonstone.

And these vile people reply
without a shadow of proof

that he has his reasons for concealment,

and decline to believe him on his oath.

Shameful!

Shameful.

An unlucky accident has associated
you in people's minds with Mr Luker.

You have told me what
scandal says of him,

what does scandal say of you?

Don't ask me.

It is better forgotten, Rachel, it is.

- I will hear it!
- Oh, tell her, Godfrey.

Nothing can do her such harm
as you do by your silence now.

If you will have it, Rachel.

Scandal says the gem in pledge
to Mr Luker is the moonstone

and that I am the man who's pawned it.

This gossip,

this stain on your name,

Godfrey, it is my fault.

I have sacrificed myself.

I had the right to do that if I liked

but to let an innocent man
be ruined, that I cannot bear.

Dear Rachel, you exaggerate.

My reputation stands
too high to be destroyed

by a miserable passing
scandal like this.

Let us never speak of it again.

I must and will stop it.

Mama, Mr Bruff, Miss
Clack, hear what I say.

I know the hand that took the moonstone.

What?

Who?

The very question on the lips of
all who heard her speak, Mr Blake.

Well, then, Rachel, you must
tell us who he is. Give us a name.

I cannot.

But I know...

I know Godfrey Ablewhite is innocent.

Mr Bruff, please draw up a
declaration of Godfrey's innocence

on paper and I will sign it.

Do as I say or I'll write
it to the newspapers.

I'll go out and cry it in the streets.

Aunt Verinder, let me comfort you.

It is not comfort that I need.

Quick, six drops in water.

You have surprised a secret, Drusilla.

But I trust once I tell
you the circumstance

that I can be sure of your discretion?

Oh, dear aunt, you can
trust me absolutely.

The truth of the matter is
that I have been seriously ill

for some time past

and, strange to say,
without knowing it myself.

When I came to London, I consulted
a doctor on Rachel's health.

However, he proved more
seriously concerned with my own.

For some years, it transpires,

I have been suffering under an
insidious form of heart disease

which has fatally broken me down.

Oh, dearest aunt.

I have come to realise I am lucky

to have the chance with Mr Bruff

to set my affairs in order.

I may not have long...

..but my one great
anxiety is that Rachel

should not learn the truth.

You do promise not to tell
her, don't you, my dear?

Oh, yes.

Oh, dear aunt, I do.

If she should learn of my condition,

she should at once attribute
it to anxiety over the diamond

and would reproach herself
bitterly, poor child,

for whatever secret she has burdened
herself with these past weeks.

Please do not worry, aunt.

Rachel shall remain
in absolute ignorance.

You have me here now to tend your soul.

'I left my aunt recovering
there with a helpful tract

'and re-joined Rachel
and her heathen lawyer.'

Show it everywhere. Don't think of me.

I'm afraid, Godfrey, I have not done
you justice hitherto in my thoughts.

You are a better man
than I believed you to be.

Come here when you can

and I will try to repair
the wrong I have done you.

Rachel...

I know I am over anxious.

I must go calm myself with a book.

I fear I have made you anxious too.

Ooh, you have no need to worry about me.

Mr Godfrey...

You wish me to go against
dear Rachel's wishes.

Well, let's just call it
a pious fraud if you will.

Let Rachel suppose that you
accept the generous self-sacrifice

with which she signed that letter.

Mr Godfrey!

A trifling inconvenience that
I may suffer is as nothing

compared to the importance
of preserving that pure name

from the contaminating
contact of the world.

You've reduced it to a
harmless little heap of ashes.

And our dear impulsive Rachel
will never know what we have done.

Why would Godfrey burn a document
exonerating him, even under duress?

Well, a true gentleman always protects

a lady's honour above his own.

Begging your pardon, sir,
what lady, whose honour?

What Miss Clack implies, Betteredge,
is that if Rachel can state

absolutely that the
thief was not Godfrey,

if she admits she knows
the identity of the thief...

There must be a reason, surely,

for this extraordinary
conduct on Rachel's part.

She admits she is
keeping a sinful secret.

She admits she is guilty
of allowing an innocent man

to be painted a thief.

She is horrified by and yet obsessed

with every detail of
Mr Luker's abduction.

Could this be because HER secret
is threatened with discovery?

When first you arrived, Miss Clack,

I thought your need for money drove you

and then perhaps your
admiration for Godfrey led you

to imagine yourself closer to
him by means of being his defence.

I do not understand.

But now...

..I see that it is hatred of Rachel

that makes you seek to bring her down.

Why do you hate her so?

Is it jealousy that eats at you?

Jealousy?

Hatred?

Oh, I wish I could find
the words to describe the...

the compassion I feel for this
miserable and misguided girl,

but, alas, I am almost as
poorly provided with words

as with money.

It was not I, but the great
London detective who said it

- and now the evidence plainly bears it out.
- No.

Everything suggests that dear
Rachel stole her own diamond.

We are not finished.

BELL TINKLING

What happened next?

'The next event of any note
occurred some months later.'

PAINED SIGH

Is there something you want, Drusilla?

Give your attention, dear
aunt, to this precious tract

and you will give me all I ask.

I'm afraid, my dear,
you will have to wait

until I'm a little better
before I can read that.

The doctor tells me I am
not so well this morning.

"Do nothing to weaken your
head or to quicken your pulse."

Those were his words
before he left me today.

Then I will leave it with you.

It is my own precious copy,

turned down at all the right pages

and marked in pencil
where you are to stop

and ask yourself,
"Does this apply to me?"

I will do what I can
to please you, my dear.

Oh, it is not for my
pleasure, dear aunt.

No indeed.

I only seek to redeem
you from your life of sin.

I only seek to save you
from your certain fate -

the burning pains of
everlasting hell fire.

Water, please, Drusilla.

SHE STRUGGLES TO BREATHE

Miss Clack.

I must to the afternoon
service now, dear.

I'll return this evening
at our usual time.

Miss Clack...

The doctor asked you to give
Lady Verinder some peace.

Eternal peace is what
I seek to give her.

Mr Bruff, is Mama no better?

Well, she's... She's
rather out of sorts today.

This must be worse than
the doctors imagine.

She shows no improvement in weeks.

She is due to improve
any day now, dear Rachel.

I give you my word, your poor mama
will be perfectly better any day.

GLASS SMASHES

Mama.

Mama!

What's wrong with her,
why doesn't she wake?

Oh, Rachel, I'm so sorry.

I will go and fetch the doctor back.

Better that you stay.

"Perfectly better."

I understand you now.

You kept this from me. Both of you.

We did exactly as your mother requested.

I mistook you.

At last I see it.

I thought you a fool,

but you are a devil.

Leave us.

Leave us!

(Rachel...)

Mama.

Mama.

I am sorry.

SHE SOBS

I did not know you were so ill.

I have been so selfish.

I should not have kept you
from my innermost thoughts.

I should have told you...

..about the moonstone.

'Tis no matter.

No matter.

SHE WAILS

'The moonstone? What
about the moonstone?'

What was she about to say?

I have worked wonders with murderesses

but I have never advanced
an inch with cousin Rachel.

Praise the Lord.

Praise him indeed.

What could she have possibly
known about the theft

that she would want so to tell
her mother on her deathbed?

From Cuff.

He's arrived in London
to learn his contacts have

a lead on Lucy Yolland. He hopes
to track her down within days

and Rosanna's dying secrets with her.

You must make haste, sir.

Was the moonstone never mentioned
in the aftermath of my aunt's death?

I could not say.

BELL TOLLS

'Rachel became quite inaccessible
after her mother's death.

'She dropped all
pretence of social nicety

'and gave in to her grief in a
most selfish and indulgent manner.'

SOBBING

GODFREY: My deepest condolences.

It is my fault.

I should never have
kept her in the dark.

Worry about the moonstone killed her.

Dear Rachel, I am sure that isn't true.

Do not think that you are
all alone in the world.

I will always stand by you.

Drusilla.

I'm so glad you came.

I have been in the habit
of speaking very foolishly

and very rudely to you
on former occasions.

I hope you will forgive me.

I don't know what to say.

In my poor mother's lifetime,

her friends were not
always my friends too.

Now I have lost her, my heart looks
for comfort to the people she liked.

She liked you.

Try to be friends with
me, Drusilla, if you can.

My dear, dear cousin,
it is a terrible sight

here in Christian England

to see a young woman with so little
idea of where to find true comfort.

Your suckle lies here, dear Rachel.

Take these pamphlets to your heart.

I'm sorry, Drusilla, it would
be falsehood to take these.

- I shall not read them.
- Rachel.

Don't concern yourself, Penelope.

I can find my way out.

You should go home.

But I would not leave you alone.

Who else do you have to support you now?

There is family.

Miss Clack?

I am serious.

Better you stay away
from this cursed house.

Oh, don't say that, Rachel.

Oh, if only you knew how much
happier I am here with you.

It's hard to get over
one's bad habits, Godfrey,

but do try to get over the
habit of paying compliments.

Do, to please me.

I've never paid you
a compliment, Rachel,

in my life.

A successful love may sometimes use
the language of flattery, I admit.

But a hopeless love, dearest,
it always speaks the truth.

Have you forgotten? We agreed to
be cousins and then nothing more.

Oh, I break that agreement
every time I see you.

Then don't see me.

Oh, Rachel...

..how kindly you told me only weeks
ago that my place in your estimation

was in a higher place
than it has ever been yet.

Am I mad to build the dreams
I do on those dear words?

No. No, don't tell me so if I am.

Leave me my delusions.

I must have that to comfort
me if I have nothing else.

Are you really sure you
are so fond of me as that?

I have lost every interest in
my life but my interest in you.

My charitable business is an
unendurable nuisance to me.

When I see a ladies' committee now,

I wish myself at the
uttermost ends of the earth.

You have made your confession.

I wonder whether it would cure you

of your unhappy attachment
to me if I made mine.

Your confession?

Would you think to look at me that
I am the wretchedest girl living?

What greater wretchedness can there be

than to live degraded
in your own estimation?

She confessed?

She cannot truly have been
confessing to the theft of

the moonstone. What
did she go on to say?

She admitted to dear Godfrey, in
the teeth of his declaration of love,

that she loved another.

Who?

She did not say, but since
he yet claimed her affections,

then despite the
futility of her devotions,

she could not find any
love for poor Godfrey.

Am I mad to dream that
she might refer to me?

Is there hope yet?

I shall relate what remains
of their conversation,

and let you be the judge of that.

I have dropped to my right place
in your estimation, haven't I?

Oh, don't pity me, for
God's sake. Go away.

Noble creature.

A woman who will sacrifice her pride,

rather than sacrifice an
honest man who loves her.

A most priceless of all treasures,

and you judge on your
place in my estimation is

when I implore you,

on my knees, to let the cure of
your poor, wounded heart be my care.

Rachel, will you honour me, will
you bless me by being my wife?

Godfrey, you must be mad.

No, I have never spoken
more reasonably, dearest,

in your interest as well as in mine.

- How so?
- But look for a moment to the future.

Is your happiness to be sacrificed
to a man who has never known how

you feel towards him, and whom you
have resolved never to see again?

Is it not your duty to yourself to
forget this ill-fated attachment?

Perhaps, but...

Forgetfulness cannot be found
in the life you are leading now,

my point precisely.

You've tried that life.
You're wearying of it already.

Surround yourself with nobler
interests than the wretched

interests of the world, a...
A heart... that loves none as you.

A home whose peaceful claims
and happy duties win gently

on you day by day, try consolation
that is to be found there.

Did you not hear me?

Godfrey, I do not love you.

I do not ask for your love.

I would be content with
your respect and admiration.

Let the rest be confidently left
to your husband's devotion, and...

- at a time that heals all wounds.
- Don't tempt me, Godfrey.

I am wretched and
reckless enough as it is.

Do not tempt me to be more
wretched and more reckless still.

Just one question, Rachel. Have
you any personal objection to me?

I always liked you.

After what you have just said
to me, it should be insensible

indeed if I didn't respect
and admire you as well.

Then marry the man, dearest,
who is now at your feet,

who prizes your respect and
admiration over the love of

any other woman on
the face of the earth.

Gently, Godfrey, I tell you again
I am miserable enough

and desperate enough,
if you say another word,

to marry you on your own terms.

- Take the warning and go.
- I...

I will not even rise from my
knees till you've said yes.

If I agree, you will repent, and
I shall repent when it is too late.

No, we shall both bless the day,
darling, I pressed and you yielded.

You won't hurry me, Godfrey.

Time shall be yours.

And you won't ask me
for more than I can give.

My angel...

..I only ask that you give me yourself.

Then take me.

It has... It has not been announced.

I've heard nothing
from Bruff, Betteredge.

I've heard nothing of
this from Penelope, sir.

Due to her mother's recent death
and last year's terrible scandal,

of course, the engagement's
for family ears only.

Then why reveal it now?

Mr Blake, I am under oath.

And, of course, I
suppose you are family.

When is the wedding?

Tomorrow.

Why Brighton?

The Ablewhites have taken a
house there for the season.

It is a very quiet event,

as you see, or I would
be attending myself.

My solicitor meets us in London tonight.

He will see you on your onward journey.

You will miss the last train
and travel on at first light.

Even if you arrive before the wedding,

you shall not be able to
prevent it, you know that.

Why are you glad to
see me too late? Hmm?

You do not want them
married any more than I.

Or is it just that misery loves company?

I pity you, Miss Clack.

- Bruff.
- Ah.

- You received my cable?
- I did.

I entrust Miss Clack to your care.

Please see her to a respectable hotel,

and book her safe passage home tomorrow.

Mr Franklin, may I have
a few words with you?

Did you know about the wedding?

How many times since my return from
Italy have I asked you about Rachel?

Mr Franklin...

Why did you not tell me she
was marrying Godfrey Ablewhite?

Miss Clack, would you please excuse us?

MUFFLED VOICES

It was not my secret to give.

Is there anything else
you've been keeping from me?

No, I swear it.

I shall find another
solicitor for my business.

Well, that is your prerogative.

But, Mr Franklin, I did not
come halfway across London

merely to chaperone Miss Clack.

- I have important news.
- About the moonstone?

- No, it is...
- Well, then, I bid you goodnight.

News concerning Rachel.

Believe me, Mr Franklin,
you WILL want to hear it.

Today, on behalf of another
client, I happened to find myself

in the doctors' commons,
to examine a will.

There, in the ledger,
I spied a familiar name

in the list of wills viewed.

Someone has examined
my Aunt Verinder's will?

Three months since.

The very day of her funeral, before
her body was cold in the ground.

For what reason?

Well, there's nothing in the
will that can be contested,

so no-one would have the slightest
LEGAL interest in examining it.

Were you able to discover who it was?

I have come directly from
the solicitor's office.

I managed... Well, I...

I persuaded them to release
the name of their client.

Who, man? Who?!

Godfrey Ablewhite.

Godfrey looked at the will on
the morning of my aunt's funeral?

And then proposed to her
daughter that very afternoon.

I take it Rachel is
the sole beneficiary?

She owns everything.

Until she takes a husband.

He wants her for her money alone.

At least we know that
Godfrey is not our thief.

If he had taken the moonstone, he
wouldn't need to marry for money.

I must ensure Rachel knows
before she marries him.

We have no need to wait
for the morning train.

I have a coach outside.

The driver has sworn to me he
can get us there in four hours.

We can talk to Rachel at first light.

That is, if you're
willing to travel with me.

Well, where are you going?

We cannot stop to talk.

What am I to do?

You have your money, Miss Clack.

I should let dear Godfrey know it.

It is possible he may yet
be in search of a bride.

Miss Clack.

DOOR CLOSES Oh!

Wait!

By Jupiter, Mr Blake, you
are a hard man to track down.

You received my telegram?

To say I had a clue as to the
whereabouts of Lucy Yolland.

- Have you found her?
- I have.

And Rosanna Spearman's letter with her,

but she will only hand
it to you in person.

I must to Brighton tonight.

And pass up the opportunity
to solve this mystery?

It will wait.

No, no, no, no. The news
that I have for Rachel

may well drive her away from
Godfrey, but were you to solve

the mystery of the moonstone, that
could drive Rachel towards you.

Sir, you have to come with me.

I will go and see Rachel.

I will do everything in my
power to stop this marriage.

Lucy, I present Franklin Blake.

Miss Yolland, I...

Stand there.

I want to look at you.

I think you have got
a letter to give me.

Say that again.

You... You have a letter for me?

No, can't see it.

Can't see what?

- Murderer.
- That is slander.

He has been the death
of Rosanna Spearman.

You cannot blame me for that.

I was not even present when she
made her fatal slip into the sands.

And they call me crippled.

You are blind, Franklin Blake.

You do not deserve her explanations.

Go back to your denial,
and your privilege.

- I have nothing for you here.
- Miss Yolland,

I do not know the contents of the
letter Rosanna sent you, and I...

I can't imagine the
reason why she sent it,

but it is her last communication.

A missive, as it were, from the grave.

If it were Rosanna's last wish for
Mr Blake to receive the letter...

Then she was a fool!

The finger of suspicion fell
on Rosanna in her lifetime.

I was always kind to her.

Were you now? What a gent(!)

Mr Blake, the day is not far off
when the poor will rise against

the rich, and I pray heaven
it may begin with you.

You speak as if I have wronged her.

Let me assure you
I did Rosanna no wrong.

I was mistaken.

You DO need to hear what she has to say.

Take it.

I never set eyes on you afore.

God Almighty forbid I
should ever see you again.

LUCY SOBS

You were right. She
did keep a memorandum.

A map.

And instructions.

To where she sank the box in the sands.

The diamond is yet within my
grasp, and Rachel's heart with it.

I go to Yorkshire at first light.

Rosanna Spearman had a
hiding place, and here it is.

Have we met before?

It's a strange thing
about the diamond, sir.

It's a cruel trap!

We are about to meet our thief.

Who is it, sir? Who is our thief?