All language subtitles for Agatha Christies Partners in Crime 2015 S01E06 N or M Part 3 720p WEB-DL HEVC x265 BONE

Tuppence.

Tuppence.

Are you all right?

Where's Tommy?

So he was right.

It's Carl.

Ugh!

Rudder!

Are you all right?

Meadows, what's the matter?

-It's Carl Denim.
-Who?

He's got the bomb.
We've got to stop him.

What are you talking about?

Good God!
What have you done to your head?

We've got to find the boat.
We've got to find the bomb.

Well, look,
let's get you inside.

My house, it's not very far.

Come along, hmm?

Careful.

Come along.

There.

Let's get you in.

Mind the step.

Sit down.

I'll get you something to drink.

I have to call Carter.

We're not safe.
Denim could be anywhere.

Come on, drink your milk.

Right up, come on.

That's better.

Now take a deep breath.

I'll go and find us
something stronger.

No, no, no.
You wait there.

No giving me the slip this time.

Oh, no.

I told you not to move.

Yes.

I found our friend Meadows
on the beach,

rambling about a bomb.

No.

I have him here.

You were right.

Who were you talking to?

"N."

It's Carl Denim, isn't it?

I don't know how I lost him.

I just panicked.

You can't
blame yourself, Tuppence.

Well, that's the best forgery
I've ever seen.

- Looks like a genuine stamp.
- I think it is genuine.

He left Berlin in October 1946.

That's just about the time

that Major Khan had his run-in
with "N."

Look, we've had a new message.

We've got two days
to meet the ransom

or they detonate the bomb.

If he's our man,
we'll have to act fast.

If we don't stop this lunatic,

then we can forget about
husbands and nephews altogether.

Now, where could he be,
Tuppence?

We know Carl has a boat.

If he knew Tommy was after him,

he would have gone
to a safe place.

Yes.

Tommy's a strong swimmer.

Tuppence?

We'll find him.

All right.

Denim can't
just have disappeared.

Somebody must know where he is.

Who is he close to?

No, Carl isn't like that.

He's a loner, a freewheeler.

Come on, Tuppence.

I don't know.

I'm so worried
I can't think straight.

I'm sorry.
I'm scared.

Wait.

Carl talked about a girl.

Yes?

He brought her flowers.

Dahlias.

Who?

Sheila's favorite flowers
are Dahlias.

Sheila and Carl.

My God, how did I miss it?
They're together.

Good work.

What are you doing?

Veronika!

That is Miss Perenna's car.

Yes, I know.

My husband drove the same model.

I find it strangely reassuring.

You didn't come home last night.

No, I stayed with friends.

What friends?

Mr. and Mrs...Smithson.

How do you find
Hotel de Paris?

Good.

A little extra cash.

Anyway, I should go in,

get changed
before Sheila sees me.

Veronika!

I thought I told you
to sweep the leaves.

Yes, Miss Perenna.

Sorry, Miss Perenna.

A scientist.
A scientist.

A scientist.
A scientist has been kidnapped.

British scientist
Gilbert Worthing has
gone missing.

A prototype for a new atom bomb.

Norwich might get away
with a few broken windows.

He was working
on a top-secret project.

Norwich is 25 miles away.

Listen, Gilbert,
nobody wants to be here.

Just tell me where the key is

and we can get on
with our lives.

You can go back to Cambridge.

Do whatever it is you do
with your time.

Punting.

Reading.

Now, come on,
where did you hide the key?

You'll talk soon,
you little bastard.

I've just upped the dosage.

Then I'll be rid of you
once and for all.

You're Gilbert Worthing.

What's the key?

I'm talking to you.

What did the commander mean
about the key?

I'm from MI5.

I'm here to rescue you.

You think
I'm going to fall for that?

We're all in the same boat, eh?

I am the country's leading
atomic physicist.

You want me to believe
that MI5 would send you?

What are you doing,
Mrs. Blenkensop?

Get your hands off it.

Step away from the boat.

I can't let you see
what's in there.

Yes.

Who are you working for?

Where's my husband?!

Why did you do that?

He would have done the same
to me!

-Are you crazy?
-Well, look.

You don't understand.
He's got a bomb, and he's --

What?

Carl, please wake up.
Darling.

He's a smuggler?

Please tell me about the key.

I'm on your side.

You'll get nothing out of him.

He's a genius,
but he's not much of a talker.

Gilbert here has designed a bomb

that needs two unique keys
to activate it.

We have one.

He's hidden the other.

The only thing standing
between me and a life in the sun

is this little bastard.

You don't want me
to get her down here, do you?

"N" won't be nearly as
accommodating as I have been.

"N" is a woman?

Yes.

And a very generous one at that.

So, he actually is German?

Yes.

But he's lived here
since he was a child.

But...

I'm sorry.

I thought he was in the major's
room on the night of his death.

A letter was stolen.
He had a bag.

Yes, he had a bag full of money
that the major owed him.

Carl needed to pay
for a shipment of French brandy

and got fed up of asking,

so he took the matter
into his own hands.

I mean, how was he supposed to
know that Khan had died?

God rest him.

Oh, God!

I'm sorry.
Where's Tommy?

Leave him be.

Oh, God.

How am I going to find Tommy
now?

Who?

Meadows.

Well, maybe you should have
thought of that

before you tried to kill Carl.

Hold on.

Maybe this will help.

That's it.

Hold his head up.

Carl?

Carl!

Mrs. Blenkensop.

Don't smile at her.
She knocked you out.

Sheila, the boat.
The boat!

It's all right, love.
She knows about the business.

What's going on?

Where's Tommy?

Tommy?

-Meadows!
-Meadows!

He found my stash,
so I panicked.

I knocked him out.

You what?

I didn't know
what to do with him.

I left him down on the beach
near Prussia Cove.

That's where
Commander Haydock lives.

Well, where's that?
Take me there!

I gave this country the best
years of my life at sea.

I came close to death
half a dozen times.

What did I get in return?

I hear the pension
is pretty rotten.

I wouldn't know.
They took mine away.

One mistake.
Just one mistake.

Captains are supposed to be
the last to leave their ship.

I thought I was,
but there were three men below.

They perished.

And I was stripped of command.

Is that what all this
is all about?

The money?

I deserve my piece of the pie.

Who else have you got down here?

Hmm?

We know MI5
didn't send you alone.

No, it's just me.

Budget cuts.

Very funny.

"N" is not stupid.

She has got friends everywhere.

She'll kill you as well,
you know.

Send her blonde friend to do it.

I saw her run over a man
without a care.

That's what
MVD assassins are paid for.

To clean up the loose ends.

Is that why Khan
had to be cleaned up?

You didn't know?

It wasn't suicide.

And why exactly
should I listen to you?

I spoke with Khan.

He and "N" were old enemies.

He came here to seek revenge,
but she got to him first.

I don't believe you.

It was business.

You liked Khan.

I could tell that.

I pegged you from the beginning.

Bird watcher, my eye.

"N" told you to get close
to Khan, didn't she?

But you became friends.

I know what you're doing,
Meadows.

Don't waste your breath.

"N" killed Khan
because he could identify her.

What makes you think you'll be
spared when the time comes?

We have an understanding.

Mark my words, Haydock.

You'll be next.

Right, let's see
if Haydock knows anything.

No, no.
Let's just think.

You don't suspect the
commander's got something to do

with all this?

Anyone could be "N."

Haven't you been listening
to me?

We can't just go in there
and ask if they have Tommy.

No.

What this plan needs
is a nosy widow.

Don't worry.
I'll get you out of here.

Oh, good Lord,
another hypodermic needle?

Is that your master plan?

We need to get you out of here

before that truth serum
starts working.

You're as naive
as that drunken sailor.

There's nowhere near enough
sodium thiopental

in that syringe
to create a proper sedative.

I must say
you're rather ungrateful.

Well, you're rather
underwhelming.

Just a minute.

Just a minute.

Commander, I was just out
for a morning stroll

and I saw your house.

Look, Mrs. Blenkensop.

How do you find it
living up here?

I must admit
to being somewhat tempted

by the coastal life myself.

Look, this really isn't
a good time.

Is that the original fireplace?

Oh, you must be cozy as a kitten
up here.

Mrs. Blenkensop, I'm expecting
a guest for breakfast.

How lovely.
Anyone I know?

Well, no,
just an old naval friend.

Oh, I love sailors.
Do you miss the sea?

It must be so odd
when you first reach dry land.

Well, I suppose.

Did you ever spot any whales
when you were out on the ocean?

Look, stop.

I do not have time for callers
at this moment.

Please leave, Mrs. Blenkensop.

Yes, of course.

I can get a little ahead
of myself.

You must forgive me.

Tommy's in there.
I saw his coat.

I told Sheila
to keep the engine running.

Anything?

Meadows!

We've got to keep moving.

You try running when you've been
tortured by a half-wit for days.

I feel like I have.

Tommy?

-Tuppence?
-Meadows?

-Denim?
-Tommy, are you all right?

Is Haydock "N"?

No, no, he's working for "N."

Then, who's "N"?

I don't know, but she's--

Wait, "N" is a woman?

Tuppence, I'll explain later.

Did you find Gilbert?

Yes!
Can we get going, please?

Hang on.
I've got an idea.

Just shoot the lock off.

It's not loaded.

You are joking.

Meadows!

Come on!

Look, just help me up there,

and I'll try and go in
through the window.

-All right?
-Yes.

Oh, for goodness sake!

Get down!

Why did you drag me out here?

I was perfectly safe before.

Tommy, this way.

Look out!

You have no sense!

Aah!

Meadows!

Ugh!

Tommy, get him! Tommy!

Aah!

Aah!

Tommy.

How's this for a winning hand?

Oh, darling, I was worried.

Here. Sip this.
You need sustenance.

Ugh, cocoa?
Ugh, God, no.

Can't stand the stuff.

Maybe we should tie you back up
and pour it down your throat?

Gilbert, where is the key?

Why should I trust you?

Thousands and thousands
of people could die

if we don't get to that key
before "N."

Do you want that
on your conscience?

Because I sure as hell
couldn't live with myself.

I hid it
in that ghastly bird painting

in the lounge at the Sans Souci.

The Arctic warbler.

Miss Perenna, is that you?

Oh, Veronika.

Can I have a word
with you in private, please?

Um, well, it's...
It's not...

Please.
We must talk at once.

There's something not right
about those two.

Come on.
The picture.

Well, well, well.

Caught red-handed.

Ah, Mrs. Sprot.

I didn't see you there.

I was reading a book.

Crime fiction.

Not one of yours.

What mischief are you two up to?

Not mischief.

I just bought this painting
from Sheila.

Oh, really?

Yes.
Bargain, I thought.

-What did you say it went for?
-£20.

For a painting of a bird?

Well, I mean it's two birds.

That is an original.

Yeah.
Family heirloom.

Yes, I remember.

And she sold it to you?

Ah, Mr. Meadows.

Thank you for taking that down.

I'm going to get
the frame cleaned.

Well, someone is telling
tall tales.

I've cleaned that already.

Well, I don't need it cleaned.

I'll buy it as it is.

Excuse me.

A fine purchase, Mr. Meadows.

Where are you taking it?

To the bank, of course.

Good day, everyone.

Tommy?

So, Beresford's Barnets
is a family business.

Your little wife here
nearly blew my cover

after I dealt with Khan.

I should have taken her out
then.

Well, what would I have to
bargain with now?

I should have listened
to my wife.

Isn't that always the way?

-What's happening?
-Veronika, no!

Keep back.

Give me the key.

Don't, Tommy.

Please don't give it to her.
I beg you.

That bomb will kill
a lot of innocent people.

He'll do it.

Won't you, Mr. Beresford?

Everyone has their weakness.

One person you love

is worth more than a million
civilians you've never met.

Such a little thing, isn't it?

It's almost disappointing.

You know my demands.

I'll call here in four hours.

Any delay
and I'll detonate the bomb.

Oh, Tommy!

You stupid bloody fool.

This is why I didn't want
Tuppence on this mission,

because you're compromised
when you're together.

I held out for five days without
food and you give it away?

I reckon some brawn
might have come in handy.

You had the key in your hand.

She had a gun to my wife's head!

Compromised?
Have you have any idea

what we've been through
on this mission?

You sneaked onto this mission.

Two years,
I worked on those plans.

Don't you dare talk to him
like that!

Hello?

Silence!

Thank you.

Shall we start thinking
about what to do next?

Gilbert, the bomb.

-Will it work?
-Of course it will work.

But you can't be certain.
It hasn't been tested.

Albert, it isn't one of
your class demonstrations.

It will work.
It is perfect.

Perfect?

Do you know how beautiful
Dresden was

before they flattened it?

Yes, well, parts of London
were quite pretty, too.

Lads, stop this,
or we'll be here all night.

We have to negotiate.

The Home Secretary's burying
his head in the sand.

We've got precisely 3 1/2 hours

to release
30 dangerous Soviet agents.

No, we're missing something.

I mean, if she's deserted
the Stalinist cause,

why the interest
in 30 political prisoners?

What if she only wants one?

She said,
"Everyone has a weakness.

One person you love

is worth more than a million
civilians you've never met."

What is it, Tuppence?

Sprot had a photo
on her dresser.

She said it was of her husband.

Veronika, can you check
if it's still there, please?

Sure, yes.

She told me they were divorced.

From her attitude, there didn't
seem to be any love lost.

That was all part of her cover.

Either way,

if divorce was the cover,
why keep the photo?

Hmm.

Thank you.

Now, doesn't he look
a lot like...

him?

It's Roger Blake.

Arrested for attempting
to blackmail a civil servant

in 1949.

Blake's code name was "M"!

It was all for him.

She kept his photo, his letters.

She told me
"M" stood for "major."

She fooled us all.

Not least me.

We've found her Achilles' heel.

Wait a minute.

Roger Blake's dead.

Since when?

About two weeks ago.

He had a heart attack
in Pentonville Prison.

She obviously doesn't know that.

You know...

...there is
a strong resemblance.

To who?

It looks like you, Tommy.

Come on, Tommy.

Bit of a hairstyle.

A coat, hat.

No.
Something longer, I think.

-In low lighting --
-More like no lighting.

Oh, come on, Tommy.

Mrs. Sprot did always have
a soft spot for you.

Perhaps you reminded her of "M."

The likeness is striking.

I don't see it myself.

Really?

Well, I suppose
the jawline is the same,

but...

He looks more like Clark Gable.

I get that a lot, too.

Carl!

How on earth would we do this?

You just need to convince her
for a second.

You can do that.

Just long enough
to get close to her.

Then we tell her that
we'll swap you for the keys.

I would know Tuppence
a mile off.

Well, they've been apart
for three years.

And prison can change a man.

All right.

Hello?

No, but I think we have
what you're really looking for.

Roger Blake.

All right.

Shall we say 9:00?

She went for it.

We're going to meet her
on the pier at 9:00.

Just the two of us.

Here, you're going to need this.

Uh, Tuppence,
you do the finishing touches.

Oh, Christ, Tommy,
don't shoot off your own foot.

Tuppence,
you must promise to stay put

while Carter and I
meet Mrs. Sprot.

She did say just the two of us.

I will, I promise.

I need you to believe in me.

Of course I believe in you.

I can't do it if you don't.

Oh, Tommy, I believe in you.

I'm just a little nervous,
that's all.

Yes?

I thought you could use this.

I could never grow a real one,
baby face and all that.

Ladies love it.
Very Clark Gable.

Thank you, Carl.

I suppose he's not all bad.

Shall we try it?

There.

Clark Gable, eat your heart out.

I'm sorry, Tuppence.

You were right.

I have my moments.

That mustache.

It suits you.

Is this really necessary?

Yes.
You're my prisoner.

I can't have you
walking about freely.

I feel like
I'm walking the plank.

Don't look up.

Try and stay out of the light.

What can you see?

Just Carter and Tommy.

Any sign of Sprot?

Not so far.

Let me have a go!

We shouldn't be here.

I promised Carter.

Carter said,
"Stay off the pier."

We are not on the pier.

Yes. I'm not sure this is quite
what he had in mind.

Tommy needs our help,
and he knows it.

-But Carter said --
-Oh, Albert, live a little.

There she is.

No, no. Slow down.

Stand right there, Blake.

Run for it,
and I'll shoot you in the back.

I said no guns.

Doesn't a person's word
mean anything anymore?

Not in the case of blackmail,
no.

It's a life for a life.

Actually...

it's a life for 100,000 lives.

She's armed, I think.

Oh, God, I'm going down there!

No.

We wait.

So, you're "N."

After all this time,

it's almost a pleasure
to meet you.

The pleasure's all yours,

but let's save the catch-up
for another day.

Scones at the Savoy.

Isn't that what you like?

The Savoy, yes.

Release him.

Keys first.

Roger, is that you?

Say something.

It's been three years.

That's enough.
Keys first, romance later.

Relax, will you?

You're not getting anything
until I've spoken to Roger.

I call the shots.

It just depends
how you look at it.

No, please don't hurt him.
Okay.

Give me the keys and your gun
and he's all yours.

Look, I'm going to give you
everything.

Just tell me you're okay.
Tell me they haven't hurt you.

I'm fine.

You sound strange.

Stand still!
That's as close as he gets.

Okay.
Wait, wait, wait.

Just let me ask a question.

What was the name of the hotel
that we stayed at in Rio?

Roger?

- Something's gone wrong.
- She knows.

Roger?

-It was the...
-No!

Oh, my God!

-Where is he?
-Keys! Now!

-Why isn't he here?
-Where's the bomb?

Not without Roger.
Where is he?

He's dead.

He died two weeks ago.

Heart attack.

Shoot.

I have nothing to live for.

Kill me.

Tell me where the bomb is,
or so help me, God, I'll --

Uncle.

-Look out!
-Aah!

Oh, my God, she's shot Carter.

Where are you going?

Get on your knees!

Get on your knees!

We never made it to Rio.

Roger wanted to dance
at the Carnival,

watch fireworks on the beach.

Do you want to see
some fireworks, Mr. Beresford?

Boom.

Uncle?

I'm all right, Tommy.

Get after her.

I need the bloody key
for these handcuffs.

Here.
In my pocket.

-I'm so stupid.
-Tommy!

He's been shot.

Carter, are you all right?

I'm fine.
I'm fine.

There's no time for all that.
Get after her.

Where did she go?

She went in there.

Go!

Ow!

Oh.

Albert, over here.

It's got to be close.

The last time
we were in this position,

you were more use to me alive.

No!

Tuppence!

Tuppence!

Tommy.

Are you all right?

She's dead.

I've found it.

Pull the key out.

That -- That could kill us.

Just turn it off.

So could that.

I think we ought to get Gilbert
on the phone.

Quickly.

Yes.
There's a phone down here.

Oh, look at this.

Crikey, Tommy,
we've really done it this time.

We've been in tighter spots
than this.

Hello, Gilbert.

Yes, and in worse company.

We've found the bomb.

You're going to have to
help us disarm it.

Oh, don't tell me
the only help we've got

is from Albert Einstein.

Is it armed?

Yes, the keys are in it.
It's counting down.

Tell that idiot
schoolteacher whatever he does

don't cut the red.

He says to avoid the red wire.

I'm not an idiot.

Just don't do anything.

- Wait, let me think.
- Gilbert, come on.

Damn this hand.

My hands, your eyes.

- Please!
- Ah, all right.

Listen,
you're looking for a green wire.

Green wire.

There's no green.

There's no green!

There's no green wire.

There must be.
That's impossible.

There's no green wire,
man! Talk!

There must be.
I can't remember. I don't know.

- I don't know!
- Gilbert, come on!

I can't think. Stop.
I need to think clearly.

Please.
Come on!

Tuppence!

Blue.

Do it.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Well, any old fool
can build a bomb.

It takes a genius to defuse one.

You know what I love about you,
Tuppence Beresford?

What?

You never ever do
what you're told.

Thank you.

How's the arm, Major?

Well, it stings a bit.

But apart from that,
everything's going rather well.

- So, you found your leak?
- Yes.

Sprot gave it away
when she mentioned scones.

Only my driver knew
about my weakness

for afternoon tea at the Savoy.

You mean that driver?

Mm. Larry, yes.

He thinks he got away with it.

He doesn't know
that his next stop

is the Third Floor
interrogation room.

That must be an awful relief.

I'll say.

This is for you.

It's a first payment.

And -- And my thanks.

I'm tempted to subcontract you
some work.

Private detective agency
sort of thing.

Nothing dangerous.

Is that something
that would interest you?

-Yes, yes!
-Yes, Uncle. Yes!

Good.

Well, start thinking
about a name.

-Operation Beresford.
-The Young Adventurers!

You two work it out.
I've got somewhere to be.

"Young" is a bit misleading.
Middle-aged at best.

Speak for yourself, Tommy.

"Operation Beresford" sounds
like a hospital procedure.

Please not
"The Young Adventurers."

We want to sound
exciting, passionate.

Reliable, dependable.

We're not selling insurance.

You want peace of mind
whatever you're selling.

People want adventure, Tommy.

Not if you're investigating
their property rights.

We'll be chasing jewel thieves,

uncovering
government conspiracies.

We could carve
a nice little earner

out of domestic disputes.

Murder within the establishment.

Fraud.
That's your bread and butter.

Ooh, I'll need a new hat.

I should renew my library card.

We should get an office.

Let's not get ahead
of ourselves, Tuppence.

The possibilities are endless.