All language subtitles for Agatha Christies Partners in Crime 2015 S01E05 N or M Part 2 720p WEB-DL HEVC x265 BONE

For the last time,

tell me who you are.

Tuppence Beresford.

That's better.

And what are you doing
in my room?

I work for
British Intelligence.

I'm looking for a spy.

Are you here alone?

Sit!

Tell me what you know.

A scientist has been kidnapped,
along with his work.

A prototype
for a new atom bomb.

Go on.

The Soviets are behind it.

They have a spy in this house,
code name "N."

And you think it's me.

If I was your spy,

I would shoot you right now.

But I'm not.

I saw the postmark
on your letter.

Who are you communicating
with in the USSR?

We came looking
for the same person.

"N" is my enemy, too.

Mrs. Sprot, this is
getting awfully hot in here.

We really should
dress for the ball,

Mr. Beresford.

So, can I ask if you'd dance
with me at the ball tonight?

A woman traveling alone

can attract
the wrong kind of attention.

I could use a protector.

Ah. It would be an honor.

Just so you know,
I don't mind a little, um,

thinning on top.

Why are you after "N"?

Have you ever been
truly humiliated?

Brought to your knees
by another's deceit?

I'm here to settle an old score.

I paid a lot of money
for this information.

"N's" true identity.

The last six years of my life

have been leading
to this very moment.

But the wait is nearly over.

So, it's personal?

No.

Not personal.

It's everything.

I can help you.

I don't need your help.

Show me the letter.

Like you, Mrs. Blenkensop,

I choose to work alone.

I'm willing to make
an exception.

Together, we could make sure
"N" rots in a prison cell.

Hmm.

Go on, Mrs. Blenkensop.

But, first, put the gun down.

Please, Major Khan,
put the gun down.

- Tuppence!
- Who's this?

-No!
-Do you know this man?!

-Yes.
-No.

Yes!

You lied?

Don't shoot.

Is he MI5 as well?

Yes.

You're not ruining this for me.

I've worked too hard.

You can have "N" after I'm done.

This stays with me.

Now, get out of my room

and stay out of my way,
both of you.

Now!

Are you all right?
Did he hurt you?

What the hell
were you thinking,

bursting through the door
like some kind of maniac?

You were about to get shot.

He was about to give me "N"!

"N" is the major's enemy.

He came here
to settle an old score.

But I --

Exactly.

Who could he hold
a grudge against?

Well, the obvious choice
would be Mr. Denim.

Carl?

Why would you jump
to that conclusion?

Well, no one can actually be
that smug.

It must be an act.

He seems like
a very nice young man.

I suppose you think
the enchanting Mrs. Sprot

is genuinely interested
in your company.

We get on well,
thank you very much.

Don't flatter yourself, Tommy.

She's up to something.

So, what is in this letter?

Information about "N."

Khan paid someone for it.

Well, we need to get back
into his room.

Can you crack open a safe?

Let's just follow Khan.

He'll lead us to "N."

Do you have a dress
for the ball?

Yes.

Do you?

It's ticketed.

So was the 1949
Cambridge chess tournament.

Guess who walked right in.

Leave this to me, Tuppence.

Good evening.

Can I see your ticket, sir?

Oh, well, this is awkward.

I've gone and forgotten
the blasted thing.

Wouldn't accept
an old war wound, instead?

If I could ask you to stand
to one side just for a minute.

Thank you, sir, madam.
Have a good evening.

-Thanks.
-I'm showing him my war wound.

Thank you, sir.
Have a good evening.

War wound.
Honestly!

I was in North Africa.

British 8th Army.

Battle of Gazala?

-That's right.
-Which regiment?

5th Royal Fusiliers, D Company.

I heard you lot got stuck
behind the hill.

How do you get a scar
3 miles from the battle?

I was run over.

By what?

A catering truck.

Major Meadows.

They're calling for your speech
in the officers' lounge.

Typical.

Smarten yourself up, Sergeant.

Major Meadows?

Thank you.

You know, Tuppence,
you look rather --

Focus, Tommy.

Miss Perenna.

Ah, Mr. Meadows.

We never got to finish
our conversation.

Didn't we?

About psychology.

-You showed an interest.
-Well, I -- I --

Have you ever
considered therapy?

A man who's seen active duty,
like yourself,

must have a lot playing
on his mind.

Another time, perhaps.

Why is your tray empty?

Your tray should never be empty.

Um, sorry, I --
I gave all my drinks away.

A good waitress' tray
is never clear.

Either full glasses
for the guests

or empties for the kitchen.

Now, are you a good waitress
or a bad waitress?

Good.
I'm a good waitress.

You've been avoiding me.

On the contrary.
I've been looking for you.

Please.

You promised me a dance.

-Really?
-Mm, please.

I feel like the gazelle
at the back of the pack

with all these military men.

You never did tell me
where you're from, Mr. Meadows.

Colchester.

Oh, such a long way
from Richmond.

-Pardon?
-The address on the card.

It's where the wig place
is based.

Oh, well, they're the best
in the country, so...

Ah.

Do you mind if I steal
this beautiful lady

from you, Meadows?

Oh, be my guest.

My dear.

Table 5 need ice.

Temporary staff,
bane of my life.

It's for table 5.

Any leads?

No. But just spotted
by Veronika. You?

I keep getting cornered
by Sans Souci guests.

Must be difficult to turn down
a dance from Mrs. Sprot.

Tuppence,
I have a role to play.

Well, don't get too used
to the bachelor life.

Oh, no.

Come on.
We need "N" alive.

I don't understand.

Why would he do such a thing?

Suicide.

No.

The gun is in his left hand.

In his room earlier,
he was holding it in his right.

"N."

Anything?

Whoever did this is long gone.
There's not a trace.

Just how "N" planned it.

Shall we go back inside,

question the guests,
see if anyone looks suspicious?

The envelope, Tuppence.
Trust me.

"N" is not about
to give themselves away,

-giving shifty looks.
-But --

Look, we can get
into the major's room

while everyone's still here.

Come on.

We've got to get hold
of that letter.

Wait.

The major's room.

Well, someone got here first.

Tuppence, be careful!

Wait!

Carl.

Mr. Denim.

What are you doing home?

I asked you a question.

Who's there?

Oh, I'm so glad I'm not alone.

I can't be alone right now.

What's going on?

Major Khan's dead.

What?

-How?
-He shot himself.

How long have you been
here, Mrs. Sprot?

I got a taxi straight
from the ball. I --

I couldn't bear it
when I saw the major's body.

-Death is so ugly.
-Are you all right?

Perhaps you should have
a brandy.

-Yes.
-Yes, that's a good idea.

I'll get you one, Mrs. Sprot.

I've got to get some air.

Why did you leave the ball
early?

I had some stuff to do at home.

Who found the body?

I don't know.

I can't believe
he'd do something like that.

There's already talk
of foul play.

There is?

Oh, yes.

His whole life
will be examined, I imagine.

His friends.

His enemies.

I wouldn't leave town,
if I were you.

It wouldn't look good.

How do you mean?

Well, I saw you and the major
having words at the ball.

I need to get out of here.

You had history, didn't you?

You were arguing over something.

- What was it?
- Just leave me alone.

It was horrible.

I found him first
and raised the alarm.

Here.
You'll feel better.

Oh, you're too kind.

Do you believe it was suicide?

Of course.

The gun was in his hand.

You don't think it could have
been anything else?

An accident?

Not unless he was scratching
his head with it.

I meant murder.

Why, you're quite the fantasist.

I listened to the major's
gloomy talk every night.

I told him
suicide is the coward's way.

I see, now,
I was wasting my breath.

When I spoke to him
this evening,

there was no mention of it.

Well, what did you talk about?

Nothing important.

The major went straight
to his room after cards.

You were with him?

I didn't have you down
as the type.

No, no, I wasn't

Don't be embarrassed.

Even a widow is entitled
to a little fun.

We all get a little lonely
sometimes, don't we?

The poor major.

Stupid, stupid man.

Stiff drink.

A hot bath
will soothe your nerves.

I just want to go to bed.

Where did Mr. Denim go?

I don't know.

Come, come.

Tommy, Carter's here.
Come on.

So, how did your date go?

It didn't.
Barbara thinks I stood her up.

I'm sorry, old chap.

Yeah, well,
we've got bigger problems.

It's obvious.
Denim took the envelope.

He was leaving with a bag.

No. No, no, no, no, no.

Mrs. Sprot returned early
and hid in her room.

She was in the perfect position
to get to that safe.

Denim is "N."
I'm certain of it.

When I asked him about his
relationship with the major,

he couldn't get away
fast enough.

Sprot was adamant
it was suicide!

She even fed me some sob story

about being
Khan's shoulder to cry on.

Your attitude to Mrs. Sprot
is nothing short of catty.

You don't understand Carl
at all!

For God's sake, enough!

Now, "N" has set a ransom.

My driver, Larry, found it

on the windscreen of the car
this afternoon,

which is troubling, in itself.

£100,000

and the release of
30 Soviet political prisoners,

or they detonate the bomb.

Then, there's a list of names.

Which can only mean
that "N" has gone freelance,

accountable to no one.

Which makes the situation
eminently more dangerous.

If "N" has gone rogue
and is acting alone,

who knows what he's capable of?

So, "N" might actually
just detonate this bomb?

Yes.

And it's several hundred
times more powerful

than an atomic bomb.

According to Gilbert's notes,

it's a 3-stage
thermonuclear device.

The second stage being
the clever bit.

A fusion reaction

within hydrogen isotopes
surrounding the core.

Albeit, detonation
at ground level

would give a relatively
small central blast area.

How small?

Norwich might get away
with a few broken windows,

a few flash fires.

Norwich is 25 miles away.

Uh...

That'll be the car.

I have to go back to London.

I'll see what I can find out
about the major's past,

see what he was up to
six years ago.

He's our only lead,

and his past may hold
the key to all of this.

If I had an alternative,
I'd -- I'd pull you out,

but -- but I don't,

so, you'll have to find "N."

Be careful.

This is too serious, now, Tommy.

We've got to settle
our differences.

Apologies normally come
with the word "sorry" in them.

Sorry!

Can we work together
properly now, please?

If you want to help me
catch Denim.

I'm sorry, Tommy.
My money's still on Sprot.

Well, may the best man win.

Or best woman.

- It's Denim.
- It's Sprot.

It's Denim.

Sleep late?

I'm well rested for the day
ahead, thank you.

Dahlias always cheer me up.

-Are you done?
-Yes. Thank you.

Ah, Mr. Meadows, just the man.

Mind if I join you?

Terrible business, last night.

Yes.

Did you manage to sleep?

I think I did.

Mm-hmm.

Any...dreams you can remember?

We must not try to hide our
suffering from this tragedy.

I'd like to offer my services
to both of you.

My prices
are extremely reasonable.

Did you get to know
the major well, Tommy?

No, not really.

Excuse me.

Hello.

I hope my dressing gown
doesn't offend anyone.

I simply can't bathe
on an empty stomach.

Oh, not at all.
It's -- It's quite lovely.

Excuse me.

Oh, excuse me.

How are you feeling today,
Mrs. Sprot?

Awful.
How do you think?

A nice coastal walk might help.

More like a long bath
and a book.

Or a day out shopping?

Is there some reason
you want me to leave the house,

- Mrs. Blenkensop?
- No.

Mr. Denim, may I have a word?

Can't it wait
till after breakfast?

It's about your rent.

Carl, why did you leave
last night?

I'll get you your money.

It's not about the money.

You're always so secretive,
Carl.

At least finish your breakfast.

Shut up!

Elizabeth! Elizabeth!

Where are your binoculars?

Sorry?

Well, you can't spot a warbler
with the naked eye.

We're going birdwatching.

Are we?

Well, of course!

Have you forgotten?

No, no, I --

I just thought, after last
night, you might not fancy it.

Well, to be honest, old boy,

I could do
with some cheering up.

Who are you looking for?

I'm sorry.
Am I interrupting something?

No, I'm just assessing
the cloud density.

Good odds for a sighting.

Yes, yes!
Come on, hop in.

-Ahh!
-Oh, no, thank you.

I'm not much of
a morning drinker, myself.

Oh.

There doesn't seem to be
any warblers, this side.

Well, we've only been here
20 minutes.

We should get moving!

Well, doesn't that
disturb the birds?

Well, let's try
further up the beach.

I think I can see something.

- Is that you,
Veronika?
- Yes.

Could I have an extra towel?

Yes, Mrs. Sprot.

Thank you!

Ah!

I can't believe
the silly bugger shot himself.

I've had dark thoughts myself,
you know.

Mm-hmm.

Did he ever talk to you
about his demons?

- Enemies, perhaps?
- Enemies?

God, no.

The major liked everyone,
of course.

Well, everyone except
that Carl Denim,

but he could wind up
the most patient of men.

We should head back down,
towards the beach.

Well, lead on.

"M."

"'M,' the last time we were
together, I was in ecstasy.

The touch of your hand on my --

The feel of your lips on --"

Oh, my goodness.

Don't stop there.

It's just about
to get interesting.

Start talking.

Something went missing
from my room, a set of pearls.

And you think I stole them?

Well, I thought I saw you
come out of the major's room.

After the ball.

I put two and two together.

And got a thief.

You do have
quite the imagination.

I must get my hands
on that novel of yours

when it's finished.

Yes.

My husband used to say

I could pull a story
out of a biscuit tin.

I was in the major's room.

Oh.

I was getting that letter back.

From under his pillow.

So, "M"...

Is for "major."

We were intimate.

But you're married.

Separated.

Soon divorced.

It's a force of habit.

Like the marriage.

That's how I know it

I knew the major.

He was obsessed with me.

Perhaps you've never
experienced that.

Obsession.

Now, run along,

unless you want to see
what all the fuss is about.

Can you see anything, Meadows?

Meadows.

Meadows!

Meadows?!

Meadows!

Well, I'll be damned.

Sorry.

Tuppence, I've found something.

So have I.

Khan's letter's been burned.

Mrs. Sprot must have
burned the documents

while we were sleeping.

Or she's innocent
and telling the truth.

She admitted she was
in the major's room.

Which she has a perfectly
decent explanation for.

The opposite of decent, I'd say.

There's nothing wrong
with affectionate words

between lovers.

Tommy, this was nothing
short of smut.

I mean, how would you feel

if I started
writing letters like that?

-Well --
-Tommy!

This way, darling.

Ugh.

It's gone.

There was radio equipment here,

and his boat was moored
out there.

He must have seen me
and got rid of everything.

Are you sure it was him?

Yes.

I saw Carl on the boat.

It's not a crime
for a man to have a boat.

It doesn't make him a madman
who's stolen a bomb.

Tuppence, a little faith
wouldn't go amiss.

I'm sorry, Tommy.
It's just...

You can get a little
one-track, at times.

Like when?

Like when you were convinced

the neighbors
were pinching your Coxes.

I smelt an awful lot of apple
pies being baked that summer.

Okay, let's think.

There was radio equipment,
and there was a boat.

Well, if you're right
about Carl,

he could be anywhere by now.

Tommy?

Tommy?

Good grief!

Still think it's nothing?

We should explore.

I --
I think we should go back.

-Don't be scared, Tuppence.
-I'm not scared!

Well, then, let's keep going.

This could lead us
straight to Carl.

Oh! What was that?!

Honestly, Tuppence.

You'll chase Communists,
killers, and spies,

but you're still afraid
of the dark.

I am not afraid of the dark.

No. Let me.

Steps.

Where the hell are we?

I've got a strange feeling.

Tuppence!

-Looks familiar?
-No!

- Elizabeth!
- Leave me alone!

You have to get ahold
of yourself.

-You're raising suspicion.
-Suspicion?

We made this happen!

He didn't deserve that.

-We've got blood on our hands.
-He brought it on himself!

-I want out of this.
-No! Out isn't an option.

You're my wife.

Now, act like it.

We're due at the Hotel de Paris
in an hour.

Do you think they were talking
about the major?

Well, Mr. Minton was questioning
me about Khan over breakfast,

but I didn't think --

I just thought they were odd,
not spies!

We haven't been watching them.
Who knows what we've missed?

We should have been working
together on this.

Well, she doesn't seem
to want to be a part of it.

Do you think he could be "N"?

And she's just a cover?

We need to get her on her own,
try and get some answers.

Well, let's call Albert.

Safety in numbers.

The Mintons are taking
tea at the Hotel de Paris.

If we can get the wife alone,
maybe she'll crack.

Yes.
Weakest link, first, Tommy.

We have to be 100% certain
before we make our move.

-Right, I'm going in now.
-Right.

Excuse me, sir, telephone call
for you at the front desk.

They said it was important.

Stay there
and don't talk to anyone.

Hello.

Oh, Mrs. Blenkensop, I'm just
having tea with my husband.

Yes.
It won't take a minute.

I was concerned.

You seemed very upset
at breakfast this morning.

Would you like to talk?

Woman-to-woman.

Mr. Minton?

Yes, yes, he's just walking
over to the telephone now.

Yes, I'll just pass you
over to him.

Mr. Minton,
there's a call for you.

Thank you.
Hello?

Hello!

There's no one here.

They must have rung off.
Let me get the operator for you.

Thank you.

Major Khan's death upset you,
didn't it?

It upset us all.

Suicide.

Such loss of hope.

What do you think
made him do it?

I really can't talk right now.

Or, indeed, who?

There's rarely a time when
a third party is not involved.

Don't you find?

Hello?

Hello.

Hello!

There's definitely no one there.

Well, that is odd.
Let me try again.

-Please don't bother.
-Oh, there you are, sir.

-I brought your wine for you.
-I didn't order wine.

-Oh!
-Watch out.

-How clumsy!
-I'm so sorry. My hand slipped.

It's hard to keep a secret,
isn't it?

Major Khan.
It was us.

Both of you?

My husband did all the work,
but I...supported him.

I see.

The last thing
the major said to me was

how much he trusted us.

Good grief!

Human nature is
so difficult to predict.

It certainly is.

Looking back,

all the suicidal signs
were there.

Suicide?

Here, let me.
Don't worry.

I'm a fully qualified
dry cleaner.

That's true.

May I do your glasses
while I'm here?

-No, no, there's really no need.
-It's no problem.

What are you both doing?!

Stop it!
Give it here, now.

My husband targets military men
with mental-health problems,

damaged men.

But we haven't got a license.

He says it's
a psychologist's gold mine.

Stop talking!

Please leave us.

I told her everything,
Frederick.

I can't lie anymore.

Elizabeth!

We're not qualified.

Fraudsters?

Excuse me.

I've read all I need
to know on the subject.

What's some degree
going to teach me?

Wait!

The major's old wounds,
did he mention anything unusual,

anything from his past?

Who are you people?

We're busybodies
willing to report you,

if you don't tell us
what we want to know.

I gave the major hypnosis.

When Khan was under,
he kept repeating a name.

What was the name?

Anil Hassan.

Yes, Tommy, we've
drawn a blank on Major Khan.

Perhaps he's using an alias.

His past is too clean,
too convenient.

Try Major Anil Hassan.

Righto, Tommy.

- A pint of bitter, please.
- Right you are, sir.

Right.

This is Anil Hassan.

Major Khan.

"Hassan" was Khan's code name

when he worked for
the Secret Intelligence Service

after the war.

A valued asset
and he was in Berlin in 1946.

Berlin.
What was the job?

Well, he made himself
pretty useful

passing information
to and from the Americans.

Until, some documents
were intercepted.

By "N"?

Looks very much like it.

It was the major
that took the blame.

That's what ended his career.

His reputation was ruined.

Well, that's "N."
It has to be.

Quite possibly, yes.

So, "N" was in Germany.

Could we place any of
the Sans Souci guests there?

Have any of them
ever been to Germany?

We became sidetracked
by the Mintons.

- Ah.
- There you go, sir.

But we've still got
our sights on Carl Denim.

It's not Carl.

Well, he was in the house

at the right time
to steal the envelope.

I'm sure that hide
by the caves is his.

-I think it's Sprot.
-You're wrong.

I'm -- I'm sorry, Tuppence.

Please, I just need
one more shot at Denim.

I still need evidence.

We have to be certain
before we act,

and if "N" suspects
we're onto him, he'll vanish.

Let me search his room
and you'll get evidence.

All I need is a distraction.

Keys.

Quickly!

- Oh!
- You all right, Mrs. Blenkensop?

Yes.

Was that your bike?

I thought I might, uh, take you
up on that offer of a ride.

Oh, it's not a good time
right now.

Really?
What have you been doing?

I've been out on the ocean.

Swimming?

On my boat.

I needed some time
to clear my head.

Oh. Would you like
to talk about it?

No.

Who are the Dahlias for?

My girl.

Oh.

Look, Mrs. Blenkensop,
I -- I --

I don't mean to be rude,
but I'm spoken for.

Well, I thought
we were getting on so well.

My girl and I, we had a fight.
I really need to talk to her.

No, wait, uh --

I think you really need
to cool down first.

Just need to get in my room.

I feel terribly awkward about
our little misunderstanding.

Let me make it up to you.

I...

have some beautiful ribbon

that would make these
extra-special.

Really?

Would you be a lamb
and go and get them for me?

They're just in the lounge.

Knock her socks off.

They're just by the fireplace.

-Okay.
-Thank you.

I can't hold him much longer.

This belongs to your friend.

Carl Von Dienem.

German?

That's right. A German
passport issued in Berlin.

Berlin?

"N" was in Berlin.

Exactly.
Need any more convincing?

Tommy.

Tommy, wait for me.

Tommy! Wait for me!

Tommy?

Tommy, where are you?!

-Unh!
-Aah!

Tommy.

Tommy?

Tommy?

Where are you, Tommy?