All language subtitles for Miss Scarlet and the Duke s06e05 The Night Shift

Ahem.

Detective Williams.

Mrs Potts.

I've been building a case against my
uncle for a few years now.

He's all yours.

Dylan Cooper, we've got a warrant for
your arrest.

She got lost on the way home and was
found by an officer wandering the

I am all Sophia has and it is down to me
to keep her safe.

Perhaps some time apart we'll do us both
good.

Eliza.

Sorry, I didn't want to disturb you.

Come in, please.

How have you been?

Very well, thank you.

And you?

Busy.

Yes, I can see that.

It's good to see you alive.

I'm here because I wanted to let you
know that I'm going away on holiday.

An actual holiday, or...? What does that
mean?

You've said before you were going on
holiday, but in fact we're on a case.

I'm going to Paris to visit Moses and
his family. His wife had a little boy.

Well, that is welcome news.

Please give him my best.

Contrary to what you believe, Alexander,
I don't lie to you.

Do you have any idea how hard it would
be for me to come and see you today?

I wanted to come and see you, but...
Come.

I need your sign -off, sir.

Door.

Blake. Thank you, Miss Summers. Put him
through.

Sergeant Clark, you got my message?

Well, anything you can do.

I appreciate that.

I'll wait to hear.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

It's the death sergeant of Bow Street.

I've been trying to find some extra men
for the night shift.

Half have gone to the rookeries. Riots
are breaking out everywhere. The other

half have gone down with stomach flu.

You were saying you wanted to come and
see me.

But...

I have thought of you many times over
this last week.

I'm in a meeting!

Sorry, sir. The superintendent's way of
you.

I didn't realise the time.

You're busy, and I should pack.

I leave first thing in the morning.

Sorry, Miss Collett. Sorry, Willows.
Miss Collett.

I'll be with you shortly, Willows.

Hope you feel better soon, Maggie.

I think she's got that stomach bug. Poor
thing.

It's a nasty one, from all accounts.

Half the men have gone home sick with
it.

Anyway, I just came to see if you wanted
to go for a cuppa on your break.

I'd love to, but Inspector Blakes have
got to ring round the other precinct,

if they can spare any men.

Not having much luck, though.

Most of them aren't even answering.

It'll be the riots and the rockeries.

What with the sickness, we're badly
undermanned.

We might even have a problem
transferring the big fella to Newgate

Is Dylan Cooper really in our cells?

Well, he's under lock and key.

Allow me to protect you.

My hero.

I may have to cover the night shift, so
it might be best that we dine tomorrow

night instead.

I'm stuck here too. Maggie was the fifth
girl to go home early.

Tomorrow night then?

I'll take her somewhere nice to make up
for it.

Can we go back to Barron? It was lovely
there.

I'll book it in the morning.

You're too good for me, Georgie.

I don't deserve you.

No, you probably don't.

Detective Willow.

I need your help transferring Cooper to
Newgate.

So it's still going ahead, sir? The
prison governor will be sending an armed

escort at 8 o 'clock this evening.

Cooper won't be pleased.

He's been telling everyone the governor
of Newgate won't dare take him. Thinks

he'll be too scared of the
repercussions.

In that case, I shall enjoy telling Mr
Cooper personally that he's very much

mistaken.

If you don't stop staring at me, boy,
I'm going to rip your eyeballs out of

sockets.

I want to move cells, Blake.

This fella ain't right in the head.

Inspector Blake.

And you will indeed be moving cells to
Newgate Prison.

What?

The governor's looking forward to
welcoming you to your new home.

You leave at eight.

Better say your goodbyes.

No.

I'm going anyway.

I beg to differ.

I've heard about those riots.

Terrible business.

My guess is I'll reach Newgate soon.

Why do you say that?

Hmm.

Just making conversation.

Inspector Blake.

Detective Willows?

Murray, isn't it?

You're here for the night shift?

Yes, sir.

Good. Where are the others?

That's what I wanted to tell you, sir.

Only two officers. Where's the rest of
the night shift?

The desk sergeant said they're all sick.

That's done it by spraying like
wildfire. Where's the desk sergeant?

two. He just got home.

Blake?

Thank you, Miss. I must put him through.

Inspector Blake.

Yes, sir.

We're all set to bring Cooper over.

Change of plans.

How many times, Oscar, the street is not
a public toilet?

Sorry, sir.

Only three men have turned up.

The rest of the night shift are off
soon.

Well, just to add to our good fortune, I
spoke to the governor in Newgate.

A mob has gathered out by the prison and
he doesn't feel it's safe to transfer

Cooper tonight.

Mob?

Newgate's nowhere near the Rookery's.
That doesn't make any sense.

What's more worrying is Cooper seemed to
know about it in advance.

Keep an eye out.

Something isn't right.

Yes, sir.

Oscar, no!

All right, what's going on?

What can you tell me about the unrest at
Newgate?

Back already, Inspector?

Answer the question.

Hmm.

Unrest in Newgate, you say?

What dark times we live in.

Oh.

I do hope it's safe for me to be
transferred.

You'll be leaving soon enough.

Shh, shh, shh.

Lower your voice, Inspector.

You might wake poor old Ernest.

And he's so enjoying his nap.

Was it that's bothering you exactly?

I mean, I could take a wild guess.

I could guess that the riots in
Rookery's have spread to Newgate. I

that you've been told I have to stay
here for the night. And I could guess

you think I'm behind hell.

Don't presume to know what I'm thinking,
Mr Cooper.

And if I could do that, who knows what
else I might be planning.

Especially as I hear this signal
spreading through your men.

How many officers have you got on duty
tonight?

Discharge them, all of them. I want the
whole place cleared in five minutes.

Which means, sir? We are shutting down
Scotland Yard. No one comes in, no one

goes out.

Cut on, cut on. Get in, move on.

Bloody hell, we've done it all day.
Shift it!

Keep your eyes peeled.

Get a whiff of anything. Raise the
alarm.

Immediately. We'll do stuff.

Watkins, Redman, don't leave your post.

Not even for a minute.

Yeah, well...

I've locked up the back gate, sir.

I've put Redman and Watkins on guard.

What did Cooper say? Do you think he
knows something?

I'm afraid I do.

To what extent he's involved, I can't be
sure.

A man plays poker for a living. It's
hard to know when he's bluffing.

A few years back, when I was at Bristol,
I arrested a gang leader.

He was put on trial for murder and
sentenced to be hanged.

The morning his sentence was due to be
carried out, a riot broke out in the

prison. His gang had paid off a dozen or
so prisoners to cause a distraction so

they could spring him out.

Luckily, one of my officers got wind of
the plan and we were able to stop it.

It's almost finished.

Anyway, it's a long story involving a
lady of the night who talks in her

My point is, this gang leader had half
the money and influence that Cooper had.

Cooper puts his mind to it. God knows
what he's capable of.

You think we need more men?

Afraid I do.

Hello? Bow Street?

Bow Street, can you hear me?

Why are the doors all locked? What's
going on, George? Just a precaution.

What does that mean?

The riots are getting worse.

You don't think they'll come here? No,
but it's better to be safe than sorry.

Inspector Blake wants you to keep
calling the other precincts to see if

spare us for more men.

I was just on my way to tell you the
phone lines are dead.

I've connected the cable to Bow Street
Station, but there's nothing. Just a

of hiss.

It's the same with Oldgate, Southwark,
Deptford. Keep trying.

I'll go speak to Inspector Blake.

Stay here.

What the hell was that? I think it's
coming from the cells. Bring it back up.

Yes, sir.

Stop it!

Immediately!

Thank you.

Now will somebody please tell me what
the hell is going on?

This lunatic's got a blade in his boots
threatening to cut my throat.

I want to be moved. Now!

Well, come on!

Dirty, Mick, you don't believe me.

Don't take your eyes off them. And if
anyone moves a muscle, shoot them. No,

cannot leave me in here.

Blake!

Has Miss Summers had any luck getting
through to your precinct? Phones are

sir. She can't make or receive calls.

My day just gets better and better.

Has this happened before?

Not to me, but I remember one of the
girls saying the lines cut out a few

back when we had that storm.

Tonight's even worse.

There's no -one in the clerical office.

Shall I go make the men a cup of tea?

That is the best suggestion I've heard
all day. Thank you, Miss Summers.

Do you really think it's a storm?

I don't know.

If it isn't, we just need to get through
the night.

Watkins, take the back gate.

Murray, you stay on the front.

If anyone attempts to break in, you fire
a warning shot above their head, sir.

After ten years in the army, I can
assure you few men run towards the sound

gunfire.

Who are they? Found them playing cards
in the kitchen, sir.

Freddie's a rat catcher, and Arpa is a
kitchen porter.

Told me to gather everyone, sir.

Have you fired a weapon before?

No, sir.

Well, take some blankets from the
infirmary and get yourself up on the

Keep a lookout, and if you see anyone,
let me know immediately.

All will be well, lad.

The gate at the front and back are solid
iron and built for this very purpose.

Ah, this summer's perfect timing.

Thank you.

Thanks, mate.

I get to it, love.

I don't mean to be rude, but I think
under the circumstances, I could do with

something a little stronger.

There's a bottle of scotch in my office.

Georgie, who's that copper?

P .C. Murray.

He's new. He's not been here very long.

I've seen him somewhere before. I
just... Can't remember where.

He probably just reminds you of someone
from your past.

A gentleman caller, perhaps.

Keep that up. You'll be wearing that,
see? Not drinking it.

It's a little bit milky for my taste.

Cheeky son.

I'd better get back.

If anything, the lines will be up and
running again.

Izzy?

Izzy?

Are you doing a ground job?

Lucy Murray.

Anything to report?

Nothing. Apart from a mangy cat.

His coat was so wet he could barely
walk.

Know how he feels, poor sod.

How long you been here now?

Mind if I?

Certainly.

Been here five weeks, give or take.

And where were you before that?

I only passed my interview.

Just talking.

Keeps my mind off the cold.

I did a year at the city police pool
coming here.

What about you?

Bow Street.

How was that?

Decent.

But there's nowhere like the yard.

That girl from the switchboard.

What's her name?

Why?

Like you said, we were just talking.

Miss Summers.

Pretty little thing, isn't she?

Bet she could keep me warm. Shut your
mouth.

Not easy, mate, I was just saying. I'm
not your mate.

I'm your senior officer.

Lucy Murray.

Go and join Watkins at the back gate.

Yes, sir.

Everything all right? Yes, sir.

And my daughter loves the rain.

Her bedroom's up in the eaves of the
house, and when it rains, she says it's

like being in a tent.

Oh, she's had a bit in one.

I suppose she's had enough stories from
my time in the army to know what it's

like.

My little niece will sleep for anything.

Thunder, lightning.

Couple next door throwing plates at each
other.

Does she live with you?

Her and my sister.

Father's not around, it's a long story.

She didn't want her raising the little
girl on her own.

Sorry, sir, I didn't... No offence.

None taken.

I can't deny it would be easier not to
be alone.

This job isn't easy for anyone to put up
with.

Long hours, stress.

I wouldn't want to be married to me.

You'll die.

I'll keep watching.

Don't see if the telephones are working.

Yes, sir.

Roger, what are you doing?

Where have you been? You meant to be
manning the telephone.

They're still dead.

There's something I need to show you.

Is everything all right?

You'd better come with me.

Inspector Blake, I presume.

And you are?

My name's Miss Elizabeth Garlick.

You work for a detective agency?

I own a detective agency.

And I think this might be a good
opportunity to outline the history of my

in relationship with your predecessors.

In here are numerous case reports,
lessons of reference, and...

A newspaper kind of thing showing the
investigations that I've helped to

I'm afraid you're wasting your time. I
do not engage the services of private

detectives. Well, may I at least
present... However, if you have a

will be paid for your work so far.

But that is all.

Good day.

It's not my intention to be rude.

You're doing a wonderful job of it.

When I first worked here, one of my
duties was to keep the mugshot files up

date.

One of the photos stuck in my mind.

I think it's him, Georgie.

PC Murray.

I knew I'd seen him before.

You think he's a convict?

One of the boys at my school used to
pick on my little brother. He had a scar

just like Murray's, but... The life of
me, I can't remember his name.

Definitely wasn't Murray.

Griffith.

Samuel Griffith, that's it.

Where's his photograph?

Someone's ripped it out.

You're sure?

As sure as I can be, sir.

Miss Somerset, why don't you go back to
the switchboard room, see if you can get

those fine lines working again.

I found an arrest sheet on Miss Samuel
Griffiths.

I didn't want Izzy to... Sorry, Miss
Somerset to see if the poor girl's

terrified enough that it is.

Convictions for wounding with intent and
natural bodily harm. I'm looking for

his known associates.

Dylan Cooper.

Is Murray still at his place at the back
gate?

As far as I'm aware, sir.

What case?

Is he breathing?

He is.

But he's out cold.

The keys to the back gate, they're
attached to his belt.

Well, they're not there now.

What the hell is PC Murray?

Hey there, guard the front gate.

There's no sign of Murray downstairs,
sir.

Did you check on Cooper?

He's locked up safe and sound.

I put Watkins in the infirmary.

He's coming round but has no idea what
happened.

Put the rifle down!

Sir? Now!

Do what he says, Murray.

Up against the wall.

What's going on? Just do it!

Search him.

Shut your mouth against the wall.

Keys to the back gate, sir.

Captain.

Start talking.

Watkins gave me the keys when he needed
to use the gents.

I don't understand what I've done wrong.

Watkins was found unconscious.

Are you responsible for that? No, of
course not. What's going on? You said

were at the City of London place.

Who was the death sergeant there?

What's that got to do with anything?

Answer him.

The death sergeant was old Gideon Bates.

And your commanding officer?

Sergeant Simpson.

That's what I meant. I'm nervous at all.

What's going on?

Why did you transfer to Scotland Yard?

Well, you could ask him the same thing.
He doesn't want to come here.

Constable Murray, do you have a criminal
conviction you failed to declare? No!

I swear it! The scar on your face. How
did you get it?

Growing up, I wasn't the best behaved.

I used to get into scrapes.

But I was just a kid.

A word, please, Detective Willows.

What is it, sir? I don't know.

Neither do I.

Cooper's not the kid.

Don't check on Watkins. If he's able to
walk, bring him down here and see what

he has to say.

What should I do with Murray, sir?

What now?

Coming from the cells again, sir?

Put him in the interview room.

Question him, then report to me what you
find.

Shut up, the lot of you!

What the hell is going on?

He wants to kill me. Let him go.

Now! Or I will not hesitate to put a
bullet in your head.

You tell me what the hell is going on. I
told you to move me.

If you don't get me out of here, I'll be
carried out in a box.

I'll tell you anything you want to know,
please.

Any chance I could have a glass? Tell me
something of interest and I'll consider

it.

Those riots.

My men were starting them.

Wanted to keep you busy.

My men off sick?

Go on, mate. Who's gone, mate?

Supplies your canteen.

Rancid me. Ain't hard to come by in this
city.

You've got, what, a handful of coppers
on duty.

I've got 25 men with guns who'll be here
any minute.

They cast iron gates front and back. No
-one's getting in. They won't just be

coming with guns, son.

Bit of dynamite. Blow those gates open
like a bleeding doll's house.

You're bluffing.

No, I ain't.

When my men get here and they see me in
handcuffs...

They're liable to get very emotional.

Tread the thing while they might do you.

So, what you've got to ask yourself is
this.

Am I really worth dying for?

You're not seriously suggesting I set
you free?

You need to think about that little girl
of yours.

You mention my daughter one more time
and I'll knock you through that wall.

All right. Don't over -excite yourself.

Do you have someone on the inside?

What?

You heard me.

You can't expect me to tell you
everything, Inspector Blake.

Well, just so you know, we're on to
them.

Yeah, of course you are.

PC Murray.

Currently in handcuffs, being
interrogated.

Bloody idiot.

Those coppers are a disgrace.

Yes, they are.

And I'm not one of them.

Really?

Why would I lie?

But I thought that'd be obvious.

I don't feel well.

Tell me who you're working for. Get a
bucket or something. I think I'm going

be sick. Tell me the truth. I'm no bent
copper.

That's the truth.

I need some water.

I don't feel right. Are you going to
talk?

Or do I have to report to Inspector
Blake that you're being uncooperative? I

need some water.

Please!

Lizzie, what are you doing?

Looking for you.

The lines are still dead. We're now
throwing tatters, Georgie. All will be

I promise.

I've never seen the place so empty.

It's strange.

It sends a chill down me.

Well, just think, tomorrow we'll be sat
in barrens, all dressed up

in our finest.

You'll be the prettiest girl in there.

You're a lovely man, George Willows.

As per said, mostly by my mum.

You miss her?

Don't you?

What about your dad?

You don't talk about him much.

He was a man of few words.

What word to use? Never very nice,
especially about my mum or my sister.

Does he know she had a baby?

No idea.

I've not seen him since mum's funeral.

I don't even know if he's alive.

Well, your sister's lucky she's got you.

To look after her a minute, then.

Sir.

We have a problem.

It just pulled up, sir.

You there.

Make yourself known.

I said, make yourself known.

Come here! Stop!

Still dead, is he, son?

I'm your son.

Suit yourself.

It's just a turn of phrase.

Do have a son as he goes.

He's a bit younger than you.

Logan. Only he's in the nick.

Funnily enough, it was your Miss Scarlet
we're putting there. My Miss Scarlet?

It's not much I don't know about you,
Inspector Blake. Oh, just stop talking.

I wonder what she'd think about you
risking your life for no good reason.

Oh, there's a reason.

I want to see your face when you hear a
guilty verdict.

What, you think a jury will convict me?

Twelve good men and true.

I thought his ways of playing that game.

So why plan an escape then? I'll call it
an insurance policy.

But you still didn't answer my question
about your lady detective.

Yeah, maybe I'll ask her myself when I
get out.

This really threatened to hurt her, is
it?

Like you did my daughter. Never touched
your daughter.

But you still owe my man at the club an
apology.

Poor sod.

It's black and blue.

Don't hold your breath.

Sir, a horse and carriage has pulled up
outside.

The driver's abandoned it.

I'll put my fingers in your ears if I
were you, boy.

Bang, bang, bang.

Do you think there's explosives inside?

It could be bluffing.

See, I want you to go to the armory and
wait for me to come and find you. Why

the armory?

The doors are thick. There's no windows.

What? Izzy, please. Just trust me.

But what about PC Watkins? I don't think
he's well enough to move. I'll deal

with him.

Go on. Go.

Murray, get up.

I need to move you.

Please.

I feel so sick. What, on your feet? I
can't.

There's someone in that tea.

What are you talking about?

I was fine till I drunk it.

I think she lost it or something.

Who?

A girl from the switchboard.

What?

Passed out and when I woke up she was
searching through your jacket.

You're lying. I swear I'm not. She was
in here. You're lying! I'm not!

What can... What can... When you start
feeling ill?

Sir, I feel terrible. Was it before or
after you drank the tea?

After.

Did you see Miss Summers go into the
interview room? Sir, I still feel...

the question!

Please.

I did.

They won't just be coming with guns,
son.

They're dynamite.

Blow those gates open while I'm bleeding
dolls out.

I'll put my fingers in your ears if I
were you, boy.

It's empty.

Bang, bang, bang.

I was just on my way to tell you the
phone lines are dead.

I've connected the cable to Bow Street
Station, but there's nothing. Just sort

of hiss.

It's the same with Oldgate, Southwark,
Deptford.

I have to hand it to you, Mr Cooper.

Hurry up.

I'm going as fast as I can.

Georgie. You work for him?

Please don't get excited.

You stole the keys to my jacket pocket.

Get down on the ground now. Take it
easy, son. Don't be waving that gun

Look, she's still sleeping. Shut your
mouth!

I said on the ground now!

I'm arresting you for aiding an escape
from lawful custody. Please, Tony.

Detective Sergeant Willows.

Hands by your back.

I'm a plant idiot.

A few months ago.

By Miss Cooper.

It wasn't for anything specific.

To get whatever information I could.

Anything he could use.

What about the plan to break him out?

I'm so sorry.

I just... I really did like you. Spencer
Blake asked you a question, Miss

Simmers.

There were never any men coming here.

Mr Cooper used up all his money
organising the riots.

It was a distraction so I could help him
escape.

Were you aware that he was responsible
for having the food in the kitchen

contaminated?

No.

I knew nothing of it.

But it was you who drugged the tea.

That's what caused P .P. Watkins and
Murray to collapse.

It's a famous P .C. Murray with some
cock -a -ball story about him being a

convict.

I really am sorry, George.

No big excuse, sir.

Mr Cooper, I have some good news.

I've just had word you'll be transported
to Newgate within the hour.

Oh, and when your case comes to court,
I've requested that the jury are from

of town and kept under constant
supervision.

Call it an insurance policy.

I didn't get your name.

Willows. Detective Willows.

George Willows.

Nice to meet you, Detective George
Willows.

Willows. Willows.

My letter of resignation, sir.

No, I can't accept that.

I've got the force down.

I've let you down, not to mention making
a complete fool of myself.

Resigning is not the answer.

Please.

There will be an investigation into what
happened here last night.

And I can't promise it turns out well
for you. You may yet be dismissed.

But I will speak on your behalf.

Sir. You...

I'm a good detective and I don't want to
lose you.

And it wasn't just you taken in by Miss
Summers, it was everyone.

Myself included.

Detective Willows?

wouldn't be the first man to have made a
mistake when it comes to matters of the

heart.

How was your day?

Rough.

Which is why I wanted to see you.

Do you need my help?

I wanted to see you because I wanted to
be with you, Eliza.

To take this thing out of my day by
finishing it with you.

Does that help?

I thought you might have left.

Actually, I was just coming to see you
before I left the train.

So I saved you a trip.

You did.

May I come in?

I didn't sleep last night.

I've had one of the worst nights of my
life.

Not a competition, Alexander.

Believe me, if it was, I would win.

What happened?

Let's just say I've had time to reflect
on the things that are most important to

me.

In fact, I've come to several
realisations.

The most important of them is this.

For all your faults.

I love you, Eliza.

And I only hope you love me too.

Faults and all.

Of course I do.

Can I just ask what you meant?

I will tell you everything that happened
last night when you returned from

Paris. No, I meant my faults.

What faults exactly?

May I accompany you to the station?

Do you insist?

I do.

Oh.

You left this in my office yesterday.

Yes, I wonder why that I got to.

You deliberately left it, didn't you?

So I'd have to return it.

Of course I did.

What is a typical foresight?

Brace yourself. You're about to
discover.

Something rather exciting.

What more does one need?

How splendid.

And it will be all that you've dreamed
of.

And more.

Given the two of you are now
romantically involved, this will be the

you work together.

We'll be fine.

I guess that my business may not. How do
we investigate the death of a

government minister discreetly?

Oh, you think perhaps he was murdered?

That's what we intend to find out.

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