All language subtitles for S05E03 Shoscombe Old Place

The prince, babe.

Oh, Sir Robert.

Sorry to disturb you.

This is Joe Barnes.

Just like his boy.

I know who he is, Mason. What's he doing
here?

He's keen to raise heart.

Cameroids, Sir Robert.

Would like to be a jockey.

Would you?

More than anything in the world.

Well, that's good.

Very good.

But what has it got to do with me?

I thought I could work for you.

I have all the jockeys I need.

Please give me a chance, sir.

I'll muck out the stables, clean the
yard, anything you want.

I'll think about it.

Thank you, Sir Robert.

Sir, at the end, you'd better come
quick.

Why? There's trouble, sir.

I told you, Lady Beatrice is unwell and
does not wish to be disturbed.

I think she'll make an exception in my
case.

I'm sorry, sir.

I have strict instructions.

Are you going to let me speak to Lady
Beardsley?

Or will I have to use force?

Your answer to me first, Brewer.

This gentleman is most insistent upon
speaking to her ladyship first.

I warned you never to come here. Our
business can be discussed at your

not here.

I've tried to settle this matter on many
occasions, as you well know, Sir

Robert. I've got a nerve coming here
after Newmarket.

I'm leaving nothing to chance this time.

Perhaps Lady Beatrice will be more
prepared to listen to reason. Your

is with me, Brewer, and with no one
else.

It would certainly be of concern to Lady
Beatrice.

Robert, who are these people?

What do they want?

I'll tell you what I want, Lady
Beatrice.

Get him out of here. I want what's
rightfully mine.

Get out.

Go.

Why, you can still walk.

I'll be back, Lady Beatrice.

Good day to you.

I'm sorry you've been upset, my dear.

What did he mean, Robert?

What's rightfully his?

Nothing for you to worry about.

But I do worry, Robert.

I know you too well.

He won't bother us again.

What should we do if he doesn't come
back, sir?

If he does come back, I'll deal with him
myself.

I ought to.

I'd pay for it with about half my wound
pension.

Shall I make you my handy guide to the
turf?

What? Does the name Sir Robert Norberton
recall anything?

A little.

He's got a horse running in a champion's
stakes.

He lives at Shoscombe Hall.

The stable's known locally as Shoscombe
Old Place.

But you don't know the man himself?

I never met him, if that's what you
mean.

He had a reputation for being rather
adorned, this man.

How dangerous?

I remember an incident some months ago
when he horsewit to man on Newmarket

Heath. Samuel Brewer, the Curzon Street
moneylender.

What was the reason for this assault?

I imagine that Sir Robert had a grudge
against moneylenders.

Thought it heavily in their debt.

Well, by all accounts, he's so far down
Queerspeed, he may never find his way

back again.

I have received a letter from John
Mason, the head trainer at Shostakham,

arrived an hour ago.

Dear Mr. Holmes, you will no doubt have
read of the disappearance a number of

days ago of Samuel Brewer.

In the interest of my employer, Sir
Robert Norbiton, I should like to visit

to discuss a matter of the utmost
importance.

It is just the convenient time. It is
already several minutes late.

Samuel Brewer has disappeared.

The newspapers make little of it, but
let's hear more about Shostakam.

Well, the Shostakam Spaniels, special
pride of the lady of Shostakam Place.

The wife of Sir Robert Norbiton, I
presume?

No, no, he never married.

He lives with his widowed sister, Lady
Beatrice Folder. You mean she lives with

him? No, no, the place belonged to her
late husband, Sir James.

What should be a myth of Shostakovich?
What indeed?

And here, I expect, is the man who can
tell us. Yes?

My eggs were hard -boiled.

There's a myth to me, Sir.

Thank you, Mrs. Hudson. Show him in.

You got my note, Mr. Holmes? Yes.

But it explained nothing.

It was too delicate a thing for me to
put the details on paper.

It's too complicated.

You may rely on the discretion of my
friend and colleague, Dr. Watson. Please

sit down.

Thank you.

Mr. Holmes, I think Sir Robert Norburton
has gone mad.

This is Baker Street, not Harley Street.
Why do you say so?

I believe Shoscombe Prince and the
champion stakes have turned his brain.

Shoscombe Prince?

Watson, you're invaluable.

A horse.

The finest in England, sir.

The truth is, Sir Robert has got to win
this race.

He's up to his neck, and it's his last
chance.

He's wagered everything he could raise
or borrow on the horse, and he's holding

off his creditors till after the big
race.

Oh, if the prince fails him, he's done
for.

And you're assuming there's a connection
between Sir Robert's death and the

disappearance of Samuel Brewer?

He's Sir Robert's principal creditor.

And I don't mind admitting there's no
love lost between them.

After what happened in Newmarket, I'm
not surprised.

Oh, that was just the start.

Brewer showed his face at the hall last
week, and Sir Robert flew at him like a

man possessed.

Said he'd deal with him if he ever
showed his face there again.

Well, presumably he's not returned.

I don't know, sir.

Not for sure.

I see.

In the event of financial catastrophe,
would Sir Robert have any claim on his

Christmas date?

None at all, as far as I know.

She only has a life interest, and it
reverts to her husband's brother after

death.

In the meantime, her ladyship draws the
rents every year.

And her brother spends them.

That's about the size of it.

He must lead her a most uneasy life.

Maybe so, but they've always been the
best of friends.

They have the same tastes.

She loves the horses as much as he does.

Or at least she did.

Every day at about twelve, she'd ride
down to the stables to see them and...

Above all, she loved the prince.

Good morning, Beatrice.

I can't wait to see their faces when
this delightful creature is first past

post, what say you, Mason?

The others won't stand a chance, sir.

A three -length win, wouldn't you say?

Three and a half, at least.

Just beware of raising your hopes too
high, Robert.

You're not the only one who'd like to
see his horse win the champion's deck.

I'm the only one with a horse like
Shoscombe Prince.

Why, he's on such good form you could
ride him to victory yourself, my dear.

I think not, Robert.

Our riding days are over.

You should be resting, my dear.

No, I'm fine, Robert, really, I'm fine.

You know what the doctor said?

Fuss even more than he does.

Jasper, good dog.

And how's Carrie today?

Very well, thank you, Sir Robert.

Past week, her ladyship has driven past
the stables with never so much as a good

morning.

Do you think there's been some sort of
quarrel?

And a bitter, savage, spiteful quarrel
at that.

Now, he never goes near her.

She hardly leaves her room, except to
take her daily drive.

And I assume that you have witnessed
such a disagreement?

No, not exactly.

But why else would he give away her pet
spaniel, Mr. Holmes?

She loved that dog as if it were her
child.

Can you think of any reason why Sir
Robert would wish to upset his sister in

this fashion?

Not at all.

It's a cruel way to treat a woman with a
weak heart.

It's damn rotten.

I must say, he does not appear to be
committing any crime that I recognise.

So why did Sir Robert leave the house at
the dead of night?

And who was the man he met?

Gone.

Well, it was Stephens, the butler, who
saw him leave, and he told me about it.

So the next night, we followed him.

So who was it?

Samuel Brewer?

It was too dark to see his face.

When did Sir Robert give away his
sister's dog?

A week ago today.

Jasper was howling like a banshee at the
millhouse.

but that was no good reason for the
master to do what he did.

Sir Robert, I wandered off with the
state.

I don't care what you do with it, just
as long as I never have to see it again.

Yes, sir.

I gave the dog to Sandy Bain, the
prince's jockey.

Right then, Jasper.

As you and I go for a drink, eh?

Next morning, he took her to Josiah
Barnes, the landlord of the Green Dragon

Crandall.

Does Lady Beatrice have a companion?

Her maid, Mr. Holmes.

Just the one?

Carrie Evans.

She's been with her this five years.

Isn't it out -devoted?

She's devoted enough.

I won't say to whom.

Uh -huh.

I can't tell tales out of school.

Sir Robert is something of a ladies'
man, eh?

Do you not think the quarrel between
brother and sister may lie there?

That scandal has been pretty clear for a
long time.

Lady Beatrice may not have seen it
before. Let us suppose that she has

found it out.

That she wants to be rid of the hated
maid.

He will not permit it.

She refuses to speak to him.

And Sir Robert, in his anger, gives away
her daughter.

There's more to it than that, Mr.
Holmes.

Mr. Mason, you have the advantage of us.

Perhaps there is something that you have
not told us.

There's a central heating furnace in the
cellar.

It's been off for some time, but Sir
Robert complained of cold.

Had it on again.

Harvey runs it. He's one of my lads.

He didn't like the look of it, Mr.
Holmes.

And he brought it to me last night.

How often does Harvey attend the
furnace?

He makes it up every evening and then he
leaves it.

So anyone can visit it during the night?

I suppose so.

But the lad has the key to the outer
door. I see.

What is the name of that tavern you
spoke of?

Green Dragon.

Is there any good fishing in that part
of Berkshire?

There's trout in the middle stream and
pike in the lake.

That's good enough. What do you make of
it, Watson?

It's the epicondyle of a femur.

Human? Without a doubt.

I... It's a bluff, sir.

Anyone could have sent it. It could be a
pact.

I don't care who it is.

I need to know if there's any truth in
what he's written.

Carrie will be in charge of the house
while I'm away.

Carrie, sir?

Your concern must be for the Prince's
training.

Nothing is more important than that.

Fifty -three.

Fifty -four.

Fifty -five.

Yes, ma 'am.

Thank you, Stephens. Please take the
tray now.

I leave at dawn.

Two rooms, is it, then, sir? Two classes
in Robesdale. Right, sir.

Good day,

gentlemen.

And now, old fellow.

Oh, ladies, I'm so sorry. I just used to
be there.

Trying to fight for the air, isn't it?

You'd much rather be free, wouldn't you?

Keep this dog tied up like this?

If I didn't, sir, he'd be off back to
the hall in a jiffy.

You see, sir, Jasper's a Truscombe
spaniel.

Oh, I should have known. You see, I'm
quite a dog introvert, yes, myself.

Oi! Be careful with that luggage or I'll
skin you alive.

Don't you mind him, sir.

He takes after his mother, father.

Out for a bit of fishing, eh?

We thought we might try and land a pike
or two at the whole lake.

And you might find yourselves in the
lake before you were through.

Why's that?

Sir Robert's terrible jealous of anyone
who might be spying on his stables.

We're not tapped.

He's the sort that strikes first and
speaks afterwards.

I think we should take a little walk
before I... Oh, that's a splendid idea.

Do you think we could take the dog with
us, landlord?

By all means, gentlemen.

But mind what I said about Sir Robert.

It's this way, Watson.

What about Sir Robert?

By my estimate, he should be well on his
way to York by now.

How do you know that?

That is when my telegram was sent in.

Holmes, what have you been up to?

Of course, Thomas the Favourite is
stable somewhere near York. I merely

you that the horse has shown much
improvement in the last few days. He

pleased when he finds he's been doomed.
Jasper!

Jasper!

Jasper!

Why, hello.

Why, how are you?

Do I know you?

No, but evidently Jasper knows you.

You must be Sandy Bay.

Yes, sir.

It was you that brought Jasper to the
tavern last week.

We're fond of animals.

But they're all God's creatures, sir. I
won't see no harm come to them.

Mr. Mason seemed to think that Jasper
had a lucky escape.

You must have had a reason for behaving
like you did.

I'm sure Sir Robert had the best of
motives.

No, I'm talking about Jasper.

He was always such a quiet dog.

Something must have happened to him.

With the millhouse?

No, sir.

With the cellars?

No, sir.

At the old church.

It was the same morning I brought him to
the Green Dragon.

It's an old ruined chapel.

And under it there's a crypt which has a
bad name among us.

I'm not playing games now.

How far are we away from the hall?

About a quarter of a mile, sir.

I am correct in thinking that Lady
Beatrice takes a drive about midday.

Yes, sir.

Thank you. We've got a moment to lose.
Come, Jasper. Come, Watson.

of the Green Dragon Captain.

Well, there's nothing we can do until
Lady Beatrice takes her drive again

tomorrow.

You still haven't explained why I risked
my life this afternoon.

It's just a theory.

You must be very disappointed. I was
almost killed instead.

On the contrary, I think my little
experiment was quite successful.

I shall see now.

Dog, Watson.

The dog.

Did that suggest nothing to you?

No. Harry Evans is determined to keep
the dog and her mistress apart.

There is an alternative.

Yes. That Sir Robert has done away with
the money lender, Samuel Brewer. Don't

forget... Don't forget the human bone
that was found.

It's perfectly clear to me.

They've crossed swords before.

It's possible that Sir Robert has gone
too far this time and is guilty of

murder. What the boy... What the boy
found is all that remains of the

unfortunate money lender.

Oh, no, no, thank you. I'm famished.

Why don't you catch Mr Holmes?

Best I've seen in a long time.

These are deep waters, Watson.

Deep and rubber, don't you?

I would like to borrow the key to the
cellar.

For what purpose?

To get a tie.

Where is Sir Robert?

Sir Robert left for York.

The early afternoon morning. He isn't
expected back till sometime tonight.

I'd show you around the house myself,
but Master left Carrie in charge, and

won't let anyone pass the door.

She left a maid in charge of the house?

I told you, things were bad between
Master and her ladyship.

Where about is Lady Bittles' room?

It's on the ground floor of the homes,
on account of her ladyship's heart.

Precisely on the ground floor where?

Second room in the corridor beside the
cellar passageway.

Has there been any change in the running
of the house since we spoke at Baker

Street?

None that I can think of.

Apart from the fact that I had to
dismiss Harvey, one of my stable lads.

he the one that found the bone in the
furnace?

That's right.

What was the reason for his dismissal?

Well, he'd stolen some money from some
of the other staff.

Ah, here's the prince himself, Mr
Holmes.

Every inch a champion, wouldn't you say?

Yes, he's a very fine creature, but
you're the expert, Watson.

Well, hardly an expert, Holmes. I am
aware of the Prince's burst of speed

final tour, but the fact is, he hasn't
yet won a major race. Do you think he's

still in with a good chance?

If they've given him the ground, then
yes.

All right, all right, hold your horses.
I'm coming, I'm coming.

Good afternoon.

You must be Stephen.

That's right, sir.

I'm the doctor.

But Sir Robert asked me to call on his
sister the first opportunity I'm new to

the area.

We've heard nothing about it. Oh, he
must have forgotten.

Hardly surprising for a man as busy as
Sir Robert.

I'm afraid her ladyship is out taking
her carriage exercise at the moment. How

long is she likely to be?

Well, no more than half an hour, sir.

In that case, I don't mind waiting.

You appear to be in some pain yourself.

Oh, it's the rheumatism, sir.

These old bones have taken a pounding in
their time.

Health is not what it was.

Now, why don't you tell me about it?

Beg pardon, sir. Well, now that I'm
here, I might as well make myself

Oh, that's very kind of you, sir.

Thank you. Well, it starts in the bottom
of my wrist, and then it goes up.

In the throat.

That's right.

Because the worth time is first thing in
the morning.

My back and my legs, oh, stiff as a
board.

And my feet.

Did I tell you about my feet?

No. Oh, I'll tell you about my feet.

Blocks of ice. Like blocks of ice. Can't
feel them sometimes.

Your blood's not circulating properly.

It's a common problem.

And then... Then there's the other
trouble.

The other trouble?

The other trouble.

I've tried everything, but it doesn't
make any difference at all.

I'm in just as much agony now as I ever
was.

Roll it right up.

That'll be a leadership.

She's back early.

Please excuse me, but I'm afraid I have
another urgent point.

I must go, my lady.

Thank you, Stevens. We'll be all right
now.

Thank you, Stevens.

Right you are, miss.

James?

Holmes, thank goodness.

Fortunately, the bedroom was on the
ground floor.

You didn't have any luck.

Few things are still unclear, but before
the night is out, I hope to have solved

the mystery of Shostakov.

If Gabriel Brewer returned to the hall
to demand his money, he might have done

so at night. He could have been the man
that Sir Robert met at the old church.

Perhaps Sir Robert flew into one of his
rages and killed him.

And in a moment of sheer panic, tried to
dispose of the body by putting it into

the furnace, emptying the note days.

Oh, that vibration!

If perhaps maybe amid all the evidence
we have so far is purely circumstantial.

Resin.

Resin?

On an alcohol basis.

Trace is obvious on a few strands of
hair.

Found in Lady Beatrice's room.

Come on, sir. The telegram will not keep
Sir Robert away much longer. Where are

we going?

Robert! What happened while I was away?

Nothing, sir. Don't lie to me, Maiden.

Something's been going on behind my
back.

Has anyone been around here asking
questions?

No one, sir.

Apart from some people I met near
Crandall.

I don't know their name.

What did you talk about?

Nothing much.

They were interested in the old church.

If Samuel Brewer was not the victim, why
was his note case found in the cellar

at the hall?

Who else in the household has the
initials S .B.? Sandy Banks.

Harvey was dismissed for stealing from
other members of the household.

One of his duties was to tend to the
furnace in the cellar.

The fact remains that the body was
burned. If it wasn't Brewer's, then

it?

What could you possibly hope to find in
a place like this?

The lead lining has been cut.

Just as I thought.

The bolts have been loosened.

Watson.

I'm going to need your help to open
this.

Homes have desecration.

Who are you?

What are you doing on my property?

Are you here?

Who are you?

What are you doing here?

A good question, Mr Mason. One that
should be directed at Sir Robert.

Oh, disgusting contraption.

How dare you? Get up.

I was going to join you for tea, but I
see I'm too late.

Get up this instant, or I'll call for
Sir Robert.

Sir Robert knows that I'm here. Please,
Miss Evans, will you sit down?

I thought I couldn't visit Shotgun World
Place without paying my respects to

Lady Beatrice.

Oh, you have brandy with your tea?

For medicinal purposes, of course.

Yes, of course.

But is that enough, I wonder?

Enough for what?

Brandy revives the spirit.

I hardly think it is sufficient to raise
the dead.

Don't move, Miss Evans.

That should be comfortable enough till
your own doctor arrived.

Thank you.

I am Sherlock Holmes. Perhaps my name is
familiar to you.

I know appearances are against me, but
you must believe that I could act in no

other way.

I'm very happy to hear you say so.

But I fear your explanations must be for
the police.

Please, Sir Robert.

The responsibility for what has been
done is entirely mine.

Miss Evans and Joe Barnes were merely
following my instructions. You must

promise that they will come to no harm.
I can promise you nothing.

But I will hear a plain statement of the
facts.

Very well.

You've clearly gone pretty deeply into
my affairs.

Otherwise, I should not have found you
where I did.

I've always known that if Beatrice died,
the estate would revert to my brother

-in -law's family.

Everything would be seized.

including the stables and the horses.

Well, Mr. Holmes, my sister did die just
a week ago.

And you told no one.

I had little alternative.

If I told the truth, I faced absolute
ruin.

But if I could stave things off until
the rain, I knew all might be well.

Beatrice died of the heart condition
that had long afflicted her.

That will be for a coroner to decide.

Her own doctor would certify that for
months her symptoms had threatened such

end.

Joe Barnes came to see me in search of
work a day or two before Beatrice died.

He seemed a trustworthy lad, and it came
into my mind that he might, for a short

time, impersonate my dear sister.

It was but a case of appearing daily in
her carriage, for no one need enter her

room, save Miss Evans.

Of course, I had to take her into my
confidence.

The whole deception distressed me
greatly, but I could see no other course

take.

Naturally, the body couldn't remain in
the bedroom.

On the first night, Jo and I carried it
out to the old millhouse.

We were followed by her pet spaniel,
which afterwards howled continually at

door.

So I felt some...

A safer place was needed.

I got rid of the dog, and we carried
Beatrice to the crypt of the church.

It seemed to me to be no unworthy
resting place if we put her for a time

coffin of one of her husband's
ancestors, lying in what is still

ground.

I paid my respects to her there every
day.

As to the old relics which we took from
the coffin, Joe and I removed them.

He descended from the bedroom at night
and burned them in the furnace.

Was it necessary to lay that monstrous
trap?

I was determined that no one should
disturb my sister's rest.

But how you suspected her death, I
cannot imagine.

Well, yesterday...

When Miss Evans ordered the carriage to
drive on, I concluded that she was

afraid of something.

I suspected that something was Jasper.

Miss Evans knew that dogs do not make
mistakes.

He would have known that it wasn't his
mistress.

But we must leave all this for the
police.

But why?

A day or two is all I need.

Say nothing yet, I beg of you.

The race will have been run.

And my nightmare might be over.

I loved Beatrice with all my heart.

There was no indignity or irreverence. I
don't feel I have wronged the dead.

I realize that my motives were selfish.

But my sister would not have wished to
see me destroyed.

but I'm not entitled to break the law.

Listen to this, Holmes.

Following the success of Suscombe Prince
in yesterday's champion stakes, Sir

Robert has received sufficient winnings
to settle all his debts with enough left

to re -establish him in a fair position
in life.

However, the victory was marred by the
sudden death of Sir Robert's sister,

Beatrice Falder, whose love of horses
was at least as great as his own.

Even the elusive Samuel Brewer has
returned from his hideaway in France to

a telegram of congratulations to Sir
Robert on his win.

You're touched by that even creditors
have their creditors.

It explains why Samuel Drew was so
anxious to get his money back.

But to send a telegram.

Such bare -faced hypocrisy.

So how much did you win on Shostak and
Prince?

Twenty guinness.

It's disgraceful.

Champagne, Mrs. Hudson.

That's very good of you, but I've only
won 20 guineas.

Plus my ten.

You're not the only one that likes a
plunge on the horses from time to time,

Doctor.