All language subtitles for Secret of Jules Verne s01e04 The Cardinals Design

Thank you.

Ew. Ugly little brute.

I've seen one of these kill a man.

One nip.

Face.

Go black.

Thank you, Passepartout, for that
graphic description.

Oh.

Oh, sorry.

Sorry, I'm the priest.

I think, Passepartout?

Yes, master. My tongue. It runs away
from me.

I, um, I just...

I just wanted to say that, um, that, uh,
well, when the... Oh, for God's sake,

what I'm trying to say is... You're not
usually lot for words, are you? No, I

know, I know. Damn it, it's just that,
um...

Whenever you're not around,

there is no light.

I mean, I can't think what would have
happened if...

Well, it didn't, did it?

A scorpion on a pillow.

It's very poetic.

Almost dramatic.

Far too imaginative for Prussian
intelligence.

They must be using freelance. Any ideas?

Hmm. Ah!

Dolphin. Shot.

Really? In Antwerp.

Hmm.

The thin man?

Borovska. Hmm.

He's creative.

Do you know he drowned a man in
champagne once?

No,

whoever it was must move like a shadow.

Nobody gets that close to me, awake or
at sleep.

Well, you've got to find out who it is
before he tries again.

Goodis. Goodis? Never heard of Goodis.
No, no, the cryptographer. He's working

on the code. Ah.

He's alone.

He's going to need protection.

Have you told Chatsworth about this code
-breaking business?

Rebecca?

Rebecca?

The infamous Mr. Alexander Dumas owes me
three months' rent, six months'

laundry.

The baker, the grocer, the vintner. He
even owes his gutter women.

When are you expecting Monser Duma back?

When he gets out of prison.

He's in prison?

Nobody soon will be if he doesn't pay
his debt.

Writers.

Lyon, Eve and Gordon.

Gone.

Are you a writer?

No, no, no.

What are you?

Tattooist. Look around if you want.

Nothing here to steal.

Oh!

And if you happen to find the famous
Monsieur Douma, would you tell him from

I'll have me money or I'll have his
skin!

Dear Duma, I am back in Paris. I need to
talk to you urgently about

something of yet more importance.

So do I.

The 300 francs he borrowed from me.

Oh, you know Alexander.

Every inch of him.

He owes you money, too. You have
beautiful eyes.

I do really need to be going, so do you
know where I am?

Half of Paris is looking for the bear.

The bear?

That's what we call him.

The treat girl?

He's big and hairy and...

Based on a matrix of rectangular arrays.

I'm sorry, Mr. Goodith, I haven't the
slightest notion what you... I know it

sounds complicated, but it's really
quite straightforward.

With the addition, then deduction, of
elected... Oh, you know,

Mr. Goodith, it is really a very, very
simple question.

Oh.

Yes, uh...

How close am I to solving the code base?

Yes. Day?

Week?

Could be tonight.

You're that close?

Or it could be next week or next month.

Ah. I don't mean to prevaricate, Miss
Fogg, but it can

come suddenly.

Out of nowhere.

War.

Never. Never?

This is one of the most intricate I have
ever encountered.

But I am hopeful.

Mr. Goodith, there is something else we
need to discuss.

The matter of security.

Security?

See, dear?

The vital.

Do you have 300 francs, pretty monsieur?

You pay me. Dumas pays you when you find
him. Just 300.

I don't think I have that much. Oh, my
dear, please.

Oh, please, monsieur, please.

Oh, no, wait, wait. My dear Miss Fogg,
what a simply

ghastly experience.

Naturally, I knew there would be some
degree of danger, of risk.

With anything political, there always
is.

But... Scorpions?

Mr. Goodis.

I give you my solemn word, as a
gentleman, that from this moment on,

You will be in no danger whatsoever.

You will be protected.

Guarded round the clock.

No harm will befall you.

Rebecca Fogg is still very much alive.

Don't lie to me.

Why would I lie?

Why would I?

I should have cut her throat.

Now they're guarding Gudis.

I should have killed him first.

Impossible.

Impossible?

Filius Fogg is involved.

Indeed.

He's protecting Gudis.

Are you mad?

Of course.

So is he.

Both in our different ways.

It will be his madness against mine.

But you wouldn't understand that, would
you, Flitcraft?

Understand what?

That madness has wings.

My dear.

Paris has not been Paris without you.

A drink? A bottle.

You don't change. Come here.

My brain without brandy is like a room
without furniture.

Now, welcome back.

You have some literature for me.

I've been working on a couple of plays.

Now.

What were the two things we decided last
time?

One, we must keep the finger moving,
right?

And two, open the doors. Open the doors.

Open the doors of the imagination.

The most important thing of all. Open
those doors. Open those doors. Go out.

Go out into the fields. Go down into the
earth.

Go into the oceans.

Go to the moon.

Oh, I have an idea about the moon. No,
no, forget about the moon. No one will

interested in the moon.

Well, if it isn't literature, what else
is it that's so important that you scour

Paris for me?

It's complex.

When you, when is it ever simple?

Do you remember when we first met and
got very, very drunk together?

You told me you were a spy.

I never tell the truth when I'm drunk.

It was the truth, wasn't it?

You were a spy.

There are some things that we do not
discuss.

We need to talk privately.

Is there somewhere we can go?

My rooms.

I've met the concierge.

Hell's breath.

She said I should move her rent or your
skin.

Well, in that case, why don't we go and
pay her my rent?

Oh, wait. Well, you might get me.

After all, I don't have a suit.

Thank you.

You were damn nearly done for.

Scorpion. Obscene.

I should have informed you. Damn right
you should have.

Who knew about this business?

Naturally, Goody. Though he is without
doubt the most circumspect man I've ever

met. Well, who's protecting Goody?

Phileas.

You told Fogg about the code and not me.

Well, I... That callow youth.

What's his name?

Verne.

He knew too?

You see... Damn nerve you've got!

I shall send some men over.

You should be quite safe with Phyllis
then.

Fogg. From the British Library.

Splendid. I've been waiting for this.

I have checked. It is not a cleverly
disguised bomb.

This should help speed things up.

Excellent.

Thank you, Fogg.

It's my pleasure, Mr. Goodis.

They must find a safe house for you.

Oh, that won't be necessary.

He may try again.

Men like that.

God, yeah.

Of course.

Must have been ten years ago.

Rome. The Brazilian ambassador.

A scorpion.

Cavois.

Who is Cavois?

Frenchman.

North African.

He's a very dangerous man.

He must be working for the Prussians.

It has to be him.

If it is, Cavois is a man with a
reputation to protect. He will try

He had to, to save face.

Good.

Good.

I should like a quiet moment with
Monsieur Cavois.

Sometimes, Rebecca, you step too close
to the edge.

Sometimes, some of us have to.

Come.

I beg your pardon.

I thought you were alone, sir.

Miss Fogg is just leaving.

Miss Fogg?

Mr. Flipcroft.

Rebecca!

We put ourselves at risk in different
ways.

You and I.

Words.

How I love words.

Especially my own.

When I worked for the French government,
I used

that book as the base for a code.

It was half a lifetime ago.

Russian intelligence also seem to love
your words.

They're using the code half a life
later.

I'm surprised those cheeseheads
understand it.

Do you remember the code?

Well, my memory isn't what it was.

Perhaps a little...

Sweep away the years.

Well, that is entirely possible.

Give me the book.

Code, my dear Flea, is brilliant and yet
simple.

Impossible to break.

A tribute, I believe, to the genius of
the man who devised it.

Me.

Goodis! Mr.

Goodis, can you hear me?

Mr. Goodis!

Damn!

Oh.

Thank you, Bob.

My pleasure, Mr. Goodis.

Thank you.

I've been waiting for this.

I have to do this.

I give you my solemn word.

I give you my solemn word, as a
gentleman, that from this moment on,

you will be in no danger.

You will be in no danger whatsoever.

You will be protected.

This should help speed things up. No
harm will befall you.

Oh.

Master, thank you, Fogg.

Master!

I killed him.

No, no, no, no. You must not say this.

The poison had been painted onto the
page edges.

He licked his fingers to turn the pages.
Cavois must have known, watched him in

library. Thank you, Fogg.

Why are you thanking yourself?

Because I hand him the means of his own
death, and he thanks me!

Let's go for a... Let's go out for a
walk.

Breathe out the air. Look at the sky.

Listen to the birds. Smell the flowers,
yes?

Let's get drunk.

Drunk as skunks together, yes?

Then Passepartout will tell you about
the time he was talking backwards for a

week.

Ah!

Ladies and gentlemen, this is not the
time.

I know. I know this one.

Monsieur Berthoud. He has a word on me.
Shut your mouth, slut.

When is the best time, Monsieur Dumas?

Tomorrow morning.

Tomorrow morning.

Your tomorrow sounds as suspect as a
virtue.

Monsieur, you have my promise as a
gentleman.

3 ,000 francs by noon tomorrow.

I know, at the moment, a way out of this

nightmare seems lost to you.

But it will come to an end.

It will, Phyllis.

Would you tell Passpartout that a pot of
Darjeeling would not go amiss?

I know Alexander Dumas.

I think we should go to Paris and talk
to him.

He may know something about this code.

But I thought Dumas long dead.

No, I can't imagine a man more full of
life.

Perhaps a little less mobile than he
was, but still writing, fighting,

drinking, and whoring.

I haven't seen him in some time.

I could go ahead and locate him.

Good.

How will you find him?

Just follow the trail of creditors.

Well, we should be on our way to Paris.

Well, we can leave after the meeting. I
don't understand this meeting with

Chatsworth.

He's been concerned.

Chatsworth's concerned about me? Don't
be ridiculous.

He loathes me.

Rubbish. Look, the only thing that
Chatsworth is even remotely concerned

is his career.

Blitcraft said... Blitcraft?

Ah, Blitcraft!

Odious little reptile. Did he set this
meeting up?

No!

Oh,

please, Miss Rebecca, tell me we're not
dead.

We're not dead!

I'm going to kill you.

I'm going to kill you.

You were supposed to be protecting him.

Beauty wasted, but she had to die.

You understand?

We are much the same.

No, Cavois.

We are not much the same.

You live in your own personal
underworld.

You are a moral leper.

That is not polite.

The mesmerism of mortality.

Rebecca said you're a shadow.

A shadow?

Shadow.

What are you waiting for?

When I kill you, Phileas Fogg, I want to
see your eye.

to be looking into your eyes just before
you slide into oblivion.

It's all right, Passepartout. No, no,
it's not all right.

Not because you know you're not dead
that he doesn't know that.

Of course I knew.

What? Because, Passepartout, I knew she
was wearing that.

That?

Phileas designed this for me and had it
made.

Why Passepartout didn't make it for you?

I'm sorry, Passepartout. You think
that... Passepartout can't make this

No.

This bullet was meant for your heart.

At least she has one.

What happened to you last night?

Somebody put something in my drink.

Oh? What was that?

Alcohol.

Now we'll never find anything again.

How could you live in such a squalor?

What happened to your beautiful house?

I sold it to an American dentist.

I don't know, Rebecca. I don't know. I
don't know. I only saw him briefly in

street before the... before the
shooting.

He was dressed as a beggar.

But even so, he made an impression.

What was it? It was the eyes.

They were chilling.

They were the eyes of a man.

He had within him this strange,
unmanageable rage against the world.

What? He had a gun to my head.

Why didn't he?

I don't know.

I think he's saving me for later.

Like a spider wrapping a fly in silk.

I mean, the man's clearly insane.

Are you frightened of Kevlar?

This is Louise Fogg.

Rebecca Fogg, a nice passport.

Yes,

well, Flea, these hyenas in hats are my
predators.

All right, gentlemen, you will be paid
in full tomorrow morning.

To the last sue, you have my word as a
gentleman.

Thank you.

If you'll excuse me, sir, I'm so sorry,
but I must just take this gentleman

away.

as I can get to my Paris bank and make a
suit of arrangement. Good day.

Who is this? Thank you. Thank you.

Good luck. Goodbye.

Will you please tell me how it

works? Does your friend Dumas behave
like this with all women?

Certainly not as fortunate enough to be
as beautiful as Rebecca.

He appears to lack all decorum. And she
appears not to mind the least.

Yes, another bottle.

Coming up.

Oh, dear.

Great. Bye.

The day has come.

Your tomorrow has come and gone,
monsieur.

But at least it is midday.

You have the money?

Sure, but I was at this very present
moment engaging in a financial crisis.

You have the money.

Alexander, who are these? Shut your
mouth, whore.

Olé!

If we see any of you again... Here, I
will shoot you.

Thank you.

You have creditors in hell, too, do I?

Oh, scratch himself.

I owe him one black soul.

Two stones.

Two stones.

Odd.

Decidedly odd, Passepartout.

I know, Master.

I look for an engine, and the only thing
I find is... a

giant marble.

I bought an old chest. Inside, there
were these panels.

Uh, does it tunnel or fly?

I don't know.

Ah!

You built it, but you have no idea what
it does. I have spent every penny I

have. I have spent every penny that I do
not have.

And I have no idea what it is or what it
is supposed to do. I became obsessed

with it. It has bankrupted me. This is
extraordinary.

But most extraordinary is the signature,
the author of these drawings.

The ink's faded.

I'll just make it out. It's...
Richelieu.

Cardinal Richelieu?

He's strong. You shouldn't be fine by
him.

The phoenix is Richelieu's revenge.

He has destroyed me from beyond the
grave.

Where's Passepartout?

What you do?

That's my hat.

Now where's this bastard?

It's a time machine.

Well, at least we know we're going
backwards. We can return to the

history. And that is a damn pointless
place to be.

Isn't it quite extraordinary that a 17th
century cleric is capable of designing

machines? Oh, be quiet, then.

Do you know there's something about you
that's not quite right?

The 1620s.

Remember your history?

Ah, the three musketeers. And Cardinal
Richelieu, the butcher of Paris.

Madame Dufay was to meet me, find her,
and bring her to me.

That's the end of the street.

Strange, you're gone.

the 17th century, but in this thing, I'm
going to stand out like a woman of

Congress.

Thought was best for two.

Again, trying to find out how to work
this, this

levers, wheels, lock,

more wheels.

It's like, it's like a blind man. in a
dark room looking for a black cat that

not there.

There.

All right.

Let's start from the beginning.

Madame Delphi.

I think there must be some mistake.

I, uh... Oh, you see, these aren't my
clothes.

I... I borrowed them.

She must be somewhere, Vern.

And then she kind of just vanished.

things.

Follow me.

We'll be with you shortly.

That meddling, imbecile servant of mine
has left us stranded two centuries

behind our own time, and that reckless,
irresponsible cousin of mine has decided

to vanish.

Wonderful!

That is the child about to become a boy.

That boy is about to become a man.

A guardian's ward about to become a
king.

If fate so decrees.

I have a shaming difficulty with faith.