All language subtitles for Upstairs, Downstairs s01e11 The Swedish Tiger

[ Door opens; closes ]

[ Door opens ]

[ Spits out cigar end ]

[ Door opens; closes ]

[ Sees which mineature
Sarah's working on ]

[ Hears lighter noise ]

[ Sees smoke in other room ]

[ Door opens; closes ]

[ Steals same mineature;
pulls out nail ]

[ Sees dust outline
of vase on table ]

[ Front doorbell sounds ]

[ Opens door; closes ]

[ Sarah ]
- Oh!

[ Other person ]
- Aw.

Get back downstairs. You can't
answer the door in those clothes.

I'm not answering in these clothes.
I'm going out in these clothes.

[ Doorbell rings ]

These are my clothes...
for going out...in.

Well that's not your door
for going out in

Downstairs and through the area.

Area?

What do you say area?

[ Opens door ]

- Oh?

Oh.

- Is my brother in?

Completely.

Asleep.

Still?
- Still.

Well, that I think depends.

When did you last
observe him so?

But it's nearly noon.

- No...It's only nearly
half-passed eleven.

You may say...
- Yes, you have introduced yourself.

- Unless your brother
has more than one sister.

He hasn't.

And you've introduced yourself, too.

- How?
- With your accent.

If it's Swedish.

It is.

'How do you do?,' as the English say.
Never expecting to be told.

Good morning.

- Cab!

- [ Door closes ]

- Oh!

Good morning, Sarah.

[ Closes door ]

I didn't expect you back
today, Miss Elizabeth.

I know.

You wasn't up there long.
Hardly a long goodbye.

I thought it was just now, too.

Hmm?

When the Captain went out.

Captain Ryttsen?

I thought he was still asleep.

No, it's my brother who is.

I trust Edward isn't, too.

Edward? Didn't he just
answer the door to you?

I'm sure he didn't unless he's
caught a Swedish accent

from our guests and acquired
a gentleman's wardrobe.

My luggage tickets, Euston.

Would you give it to Edward, please?

And...here's cab fare.

I don't think this'll be enough,
Miss. Elizabeth.

Even without the extra for the luggage,
there's only enough here for one way.

Yes, the way back.
The way Edward shall walk.

Of course, being a footman.

Would that be all, Miss. Elizabeth?

- No, Sarah, not quite.

When my mother originally
interviewed you for the position here,

did you wear anything like that?

Like this?

No, Sarah, like that.

Oh no, I wasn't in uniform then.

Were you in silk?
That's the point.

Point, Miss. Elizabeth?

I should think if you were, Sarah,
you'd have been recommended

to seek employment in Paris.

Don't you like my uniform?

Aw, I quite do. Excepting only that
although so individual

it is a uniform.

But when my parents return
greet them in something

a little less...emancipated.

Emaciated?

I think you understood me, Sarah.

Also, Sarah.

Yes, Miss. Elizabeth.

Yes, Sarah...how often do you
travel by cab?

Hmm?

Not many an underhouse
parlormaid would be expected

to know the fare to and fro
the first railway station mentioned her.

Oh well, Miss. Elizabeth,

I haven't been
an underhouse parlormaid very long.

- [ James laughs ]

Down, Sarah.

In your silk...to the kitchen, please.

I should like not morning tea,
but coffee.

Much of it...black.

Here I think will Captain Ryttsen.

I didn't know I've got up so late.
It was already Monday.

Or are you indeed a weekend early?

Father bagged 37 brace yesterday.

Mother and (Lucy say)
that Olive May Agertigo

will soon become the
Countess of Drogheda.

The traffic along the
bedroom landings

of husbands who would
come without wives

to the doors of wives who
would come without husbands,

differs from that of
Piccadilly only in that

the pedestrians wore dressing gowns.

Between the slaughter of grouse,
reputations and fidelities

I decided that Perkshire in October
was no place for a girl

with a social conscience.

Oh, Lord, I'd hoped you'd
left yours up there.

At a Scottish house party
consciences are deposited in the Kirk.

[ Door closes ]

They are visited every Sunday,

dusted off and (tossed)
back on the side again.

I prefer to carry mine on my own
shoulders where I can see it.

Like an organ grinders monkey
always obey.

Rose caught a (cost) at Kirk.

Rose?

A mund, who is short for Rosie
to our Jewish visitors

and for Rosamund to our gentiles.

Our head house parlormaid
acting as my duenna.

Oh, Rose.

Rose.

Pearce, however, is well.

You do remember our chauffeur
now doubling as Father's loader.

I also remember Hudson our butler
now doubling as Father's valet.

And I see no reason to inquire
after the health of every servant

who's had to traipse from the basement
to the nearest highlands of Scotland.

Which, James, is why you should
have gone out the shoot and not me.

You have the appropriate attitude,
that of indifference.

How indifferent was Mother when you
insulted her Caledonian host by leaving?

Oh, Mother has her reason
not to notice mine.

Roberts...
Do you remember Roberts?

Mother's ladies maid.
How is she?

- Shattering, as usual.
- Huh?

Perhaps it's the lowland) weather.
The shivering it induces.

But in two crisp, raw weeks
she's demolished more household

ornaments up there than
she did down here all summer.

Oh, has she broke so much
down here?

Didn't you notice?

How could I? There's so much
knickknackery littered about the place

it's all a blur to me.

Well, and to me, too but...
Mother wonders if Roberts

might not be best left up there.

Particularly as the McCluran children
seem to have taken a fancy to her.

If she became a nanny,
what she broke

and what the Mac children broke
might prove indistinguishable.

Might even have the goodness
to break (a child).

Oh, by all means (looka) debauch,
but china is (sounder).

So.

How have you found Sarah?

Sarah?

I distinctly heard you address her
by name in the hall just now, so

I am confident you need not
be reminded who, or rather,

what she is these days.

I distinctly didn't find her.

You found her...
in a queue for hot soup.

You also reinstalled her here.

On approval.

So...has she proved satisfactory?

Should, in short, Sarah be retained?

I hardly (niched) the girl.

For that's a recommendation in itself.

[ Sigh ]

But this isn't.

She dusts around.

(Oh, say on?)

There's so much dust here
Alice must have started it.

Oh no, Rose would have seen.

What d'you mean
[ Shake head for no ]?

You can't say that, because
if Rose had seen she'd have

reprimanded Alice, and had her
dust never again around at all.

If there'd been anything to see.

And if she'd have seen it
if there had been.

Alice?

Rose.

I don't think you follow me.

I don't think you've quite
made yourself clear.

As clear as the litter
you've left on the floor.

- Hm? - No doubt picking it up
might occupy Sarah but

what you (just) haven't put
any tasks for example.

Dropping cigar bands on the floor
as you did is only slightly moreso

(lively) as picking up cigar ends.

Is that what you propose
to do next?

I pierced my cigar.
Didn't you notice?

And threw the band in there, look.

- Threw it so hard
it bounced off the flames?

- Huh? - And over the room
through the door to there.

And I do fancy I can just
perceive an expectorated cigar end.

Extraordinary.
I could have sworn that...

You and Axel aren't
gonna get along, I fear.

Cigar bands are neither
here nor there to him either.

- Axel?
- Captain Ryttsen.

You were saying it is your guest
who has behaved like a pig down here

this morning and not yourself.

My guest has the (keen)
habits of his race.

Did I not tell you
he'd be a Swede?

Sure he is.

Then you should not be surprised
therefore to hear that

he is where he is every morning
hard on noon still in his bath.

Oh yes, I should think.

I confess it's a place not commonly
frequented by Englishmen every

morning...let alone week.

I think you're mistaken, James.

I think...however scrubbed he has
been a (chopped and a smuggled)

about this house while you snored,
in your own porcine way, soundly on.

He is also an officer
and a gentleman.

I trust, Elizabeth, when I introduce
you to him you will use language

that justifies my describing
you as my sister.

Pig isn't a word one commonly
associates with breeding.

Isn't it?

I thought that to breed
was the purpose of a pig.

Hence the expression,
(old mess), to pigs.

I have never observed,
nor heard of it observed,

a man give birth.

No, it's invariably women who bear
the consequences of swinish behavior.

Other than to behave like a pig,
what's the purpose of you guest

in turning Mother's
favorite room into a sty?

Well, if anybody did, I did.

A noble pretense, James.

But as one does all these by halves
you are not capable of such squalidity.

Apparently I was this morning.

Apparently?

Well, who else could have been?

It is Sarah's first morning duty
to clean these rooms.

Since then the only cigar smoker
to set foot, or should I say trotter,

in them has been myself.

[ Lights cigar; smokes
and coughs from the smoke ]

Dear me,
too much schnapps last night.

Too much what?

A Scandinavian beverage.

Axel brought a barrel.

Hardly having noticed Sarah, how
can you so surely adumbrate her duty?

[ Blow ]

To the extent (of having) any confidence
can you trust this room at all this morning.

(Uh, it's nice to warm.)

I am confident, Elizabeth, because
apart from palpably lighting a fire

she's also palpably
tidied away my cigar case.

What cigar case?

The cigar case I left...
there last night.

You've never had a cigar case.

I have now.

Abracadabra a cigar case.

An invisible one.

No.

I repeat, the Captain is a Swede.

We were discussing a fictitious cigar case
not an unsalubrious foreigner.

Swedes!

And I'll tell you what it is
I'd rather be a pig than a prig.

Happy civilized habit of
bringing gifts to their host.

He brought me a very
splendid cigar case.

Even had the pleasant thought
to have it inscribed not only with

my initials but the crest
of my regiment.

I'll believe it when I see it.

- Yes, gold all through.

You'll melt it down or...?

Or?

Might it have more value
at the frame it is?

I haven't seen one like it before.

It would be sacrilege to
separate it from the portrait.

This is Tudor.

Burn the portrait.

Burn it?

Well, no.

Yes, yes.
It's a family heirloom.

It could be very easily traced.

Not on the continent.

- Ah.
- Ahaaa.

Take it to Heisk�r in Amsterdam.
I shall accept 30% of his 25%.

It's worth my trouble.
I will (sell) it straight to Stockholm.

It's worth more than all you
brought me since you came to London.

Hmm.

Well, there are another six.

I advise you strongly
to attend to them, forgetting all else.

This, however, is by no means glass.

And it is by no means
of irresistible value.

Leave it. I'll reset the diamond
in an engagement ring.

I'll leave you...this instead.

Hmm.

By itself, it is scarcely worth leaving.

But with the other
pieces from the set.

Uh.

How will you bring them...
one by one?

None by none.

- Keep that one for surrendering.

Surrendering.

To whom?

I shall tell you before I leave.

Skaol

[ Speaking Swedish ]

Skaol

A nice shield...worth noting.

Have a cigar.

[ Both spit out cigar ends ]

You will see my cigar case
when Sarah returns it to me.

(The day of) bluster, James.
It's a sign of mendacity.

- I...am indifferent to your insults.

What is worse, spiteful sister,
you're aging into a worse spinster.

- Sticks and stones, James,
break no bones.

You got that wrong: Not bones--crone.
([ Heel click ])

- Is that why you've come back so early?
([ Heel click again ]) - Huh?

- So you've noticed, so correct me
that my guest is a bachelor.

Oh, really, Jimmie-child.

Curiosity thrilled the cat, huh?

- I will recite the precise curiosity value
of you cigar-biting friend when he returns.

At the moment I am fully occupied
by Mother's request to see

if the maid I've engaged
is proving satisfactory.

If by that you mean Sarah,
stop play-acting.

I heard you tell the girl
not to wear silk

so you decided to retain
her before you arrived.

THAT, was before she took so long
to bring the coffee you ordered.

Oh, (for workly) I'd forgotten it
so why shouldn't she?

Didn't you hear me
mention Axel to her?

Isn't it possible that she was
listening for him to come down

not wishing my coffee to get cold,
while I, polite as ever, await him?

Captain Axel Ryttsen has come down.

And Captain Axel Ryttsen has gone out.

When?

He passed me at the door.

And I told Sarah, so.

Really?

Never known him to get up
before noon, previously.

Except on maneuvers.

He didn't impress me as a (rip).

Why should he have?

Well, with this (hindre) and that
you led me to expect one.

Instead I saw (a man) who looked the part
but behaved like a (metronome).

I led you to expect someone who'd
come and go while you were away.

Ah, am I untimely?

Huh?

Have you been (wrongly here)?

Wrongly?

Schnapping?

I never knew that beverage
had the aroma of lavender.

It hasn't.

Well, this sofa has.

And that chair exudes
acid of roses.

My guest, Elizabeth, is here
on his military duties.

I am merely returning the hospitality
in every possible particular

that he afforded me when
I was in his country on duty.

Romping has nothing to do with it.

[ Notices missing mineature ]

Find my cigar case, Sarah?

Sir?

I left a...

Never mind.
Ahem

Sarah?

Yes, Miss Elizabeth.

What is so special about these?

Um?

This and that.

Would that be Chinese?

I mean, Sarah, they appear to be the only
ornaments under which you have dusted.

It's just that I'm frightened
to break the bigger things.

So I don't like to shift them.

I should not have thought you were
a girl so easily frightened, Sarah.

Perceiving you were still in silk.

Well I'm only aide till Monday.

You may go out this afternoon,
if you wish.

Um?

To remain here after Monday

in the unsilken uniform you would
do well to come back with

from you're afternoon outing.

Thank you, Miss Elizabeth.

Ahem...
Why disperse these?

- This belongs in there and so does that
(with the service). - [ Door closes ]

Then Mother dispersed the set.
Why shouldn't she?

So that she could put it all
back together again

when she came back from Scotland?

As she so often says.

One must keep oneself occupied.

What is getting up at midday's doings?

Huh?

The gallant captain's military duties?

Or, shall it transpire that
he isn't in as much need

to recover from these
nightly romps as are you.

It has to do, Elizabeth, with the
arduous nature of his military duties.

Oh?

I recollect when I was in Sweden
observing maneuvers for the War Office

my duties were so pressing
I never got into plain clothes.

You will see that the captain
suffers the same inconvenience.

By 'plain clothes' you mean what?

That he is so constantly on duty that
he invariably wears his regimental uniform.

Surely you noticed that at the door.

Well, if that was a uniform, James,
it was a most (unpleasanted) one.

- The color of snuff and not a
brass button in sight. - [ Door opens ]

[ Door slams ]

- Good morning.
- Morning.

Ah.

So early.

And so charming.

But are you Flossie?

[ Kisses hand ]

Or Flo?

[ Kisses other hand ]

I am to guess?

Flossie or Flo who?

- This is my sister, Elizabeth.

I assure you I am no less charmed.

Elizabeth.
[ Kisses hand again ]

But will Flossie and Flo no less
be too when they arrive

for their afternoon romp
and find me present?

Romp?

What is romp?

More to the point, sir,
who are you?

Captain...

James, please introduce me.

My sister well knows
who you are, Captain Ryttsen.

I didn't hear you go out...nor return.

Out?

Out!

- It appears Captain my brother,
in the absence of his parents,

has been dining your countrymen
in this house, en masse.

Coffee?

Please.

- And, possibly due to your
barrel of schnapps and

- various ladies Flossies and Floes,

at least one of them was unable
to proceed home until after breakfast.

Breakfast?

Just a little bite of cigar.

[ Sound of carriage arrival ]

Flossie?

Or Flo?

- [ Sigh ]
[ Door opens ]

[ Bell rings ]

[ Opens both doors ]

Look. Listen. Up it. Round and down
through the bloody area.

Good noon, Edward.

[ Door slams ]

And you can get out of
your fancy dress.

Your little panto's finished.
Yours and your captain.

You left the luggage there.
It's in my way.

The daughter's back, you fool.
Miss Elizabeth.

Oh, charming girl.
She will amuse the captain.

Pssst.

Look, get back down there.
If she sees you, it'll take

more than your precious
captain to defend you.

Uh, did you drop something?

Yes, a hint as big as...

What?

[ Tosses cigar case behind Edward ]

[ Door opens ]

- [ Door opens ]

My, look who's being so helpful.

You don't mind I'll finish
Mrs. Bridges now, do you?

Well, a cook likes to be
home in a kitchen.

Not in the pantry, you know.

I like manly company.

Well if I'd a known that I'd have you
help me out with the luggage, just now.

Ah, but that was woman's luggage.

Oooh, what is it?

Garlic.

Oh, it's horrible.

Well if Swedes like it.

Um, filthy beasts.

Not fit for a Dago.

- Now, Sarah, don't you be so prim.

Or you'll come to no proper end.

I'm uh,... I'm sorry I went
off at you just now, but

you really shouldn't come in
the front dressed like that...

Sir, these are my clothes
for coming in the front...in.

[ Scoff ]

In England servants know their place,
and they get to it through the area.

In Sweden underhouse parlor maids
do not do the work of kitchen maids.

Now you leave her alone. She's, uh,
being helpful because she like to stay.

Stay what?

A virgin?

Aw, that's an awful thing to say.

Agreed, but I should say in her case
the difficulty would be the opposite.

Now you see this cold, skinny back.

It is her back.
Not a bony breast.

Now you mind your wicked tongue.

Here, I'll give you a
nice new pin for this.

He'll need his tiger stripes on.

To remind you what an
insignificant little person he is.

Now in my tiger stripes
I might use the area,

but dressed like this.

I'd be taken for an English gentleman,
sweeping down to get a working

girl into trouble.

English gentlemen don't do that,
'cause English working girls

won't let them.

What do Swedish gentlemen do?

I've been invited.
I shall demonstrate.

Ow! [ Slap ]

- A woman isn't a little girl.
- Sarah!

Look what he did.

You see, virginity is just
another word for hysteria,

sprung from self-inflicted...
disappointment.

[ Bow ]

Foreigners.

[ Crunch; smack ]

They're all the same.

Different.

- [ Opens; closes door ]
- And in the hall, cigar case on the stairs.

What else did you shed,
romping you're way to bed?

[ Sound of carriage arriving ]

Yes.

Hmm?

This time...yes.

Flossie and Flo.

What makes you so sure?

- Experience.

They're acquaintances of James,
but I'm a gentleman

they have not met before,

so like all English ladies consumed
by curiosity they will be punctual.

Your experience should tell you,
Captain, that in England

ladies do not call on
gentlemen at all.

In Sweden every woman
is a lady to every gentleman.

Do you play cards?

What?

Flossie and Flo do.

They said they'll stake
their clothes on a hand

and lose with a smile.

- Before luncheon?
- Luncheon?

If they are as expert
as James has promised

the game will not come
to a climax until after dinner.

- Then bon app�tit, or should I say
bon rompers? - [ Door opens ]

The Dowager Duchess of Amiera
and the Dowager Marchioness of Calenzo.

Ha!

- Yes, (Miss) Elizabeth.
- [ Door closes ]

- Ahem, ahem.

This is Captain Ryttsen.

Ho!

Why are you in uniform?

- To do battle. [ Heel click and bow ]
- - Ha, haa.

You've filled out.

Hasn�t she, Flo?

Yes, Flossie.

Where did you get that
marvelously bloody color?

Scotland.

[ Door opens ]

Good God!

Shut that.

[ Closes door ]

[ Sarah chuckles and kisses ]
Umm.

- - Umm!

- - Ahh ha, ha, ha!

Ummm.
Ugh!

[ Kiss ]
Who was that?

You were not in the kitchen.

I've got to go out.

Out for what?

Out for to buy myself
a cotton uniform.

I've been asked to stay.

Ah, that's good.
You can ask.

That was a wee (bis) before.

Yeah, but it is not good
that you stole a picture.

You did, didn't you?

Only to save you the trouble.

Yes, but the mark on the wall?

Who cares.
We will not be taking the wall.

[ Tosses on bed ]

[ Sarah giggles then kiss ]

Now when you go out...
[ Kiss ]

When you go out.

I want you to find a messenger.

And have him deliver this.

You shall tell the messenger
it's from the Embassy of Sweden.

And that it is urgent.

That is what this inscription
means in my language.

You perceive?

This is address for Captain Rytessn.

Well?

[ Kiss ] - Ummm.
- Um. Um.

He's here now!

So, yeah, his way will tell
the messenger to deliver.

Now, in Sweden you will behave
like a Swedish girl

that is without question.

Who's gonna teach me?

We have time...for a quick lesson.

[ Door opens ]

Yes.

It's for you, Axel.

Oh.

How intrusive.

From the Swedish Embassy, sir.
Urgent.

I must ask you to...

Don't retire with it.

Indeed, don't you retire at all.

Thank you.

I don't read Swedish.

I am summoned to Stockholm.

Never mind Stockholm.

I regret I must.

Immediately.

I must remind you, sir.

You are ahead.

It is not a position from which
an officer and a gentleman

may propose to stop playing.

I do not propose.
This...insists.

Will you accept my note

for 730 pounds?

And mine for 810?

Umm?

- Would you prefer to count
your winnings yourself?

Winnings?

What gentleman wins from a lady?

Please.

[ Raps on table rapidly ]

Hearts.

For you I think...diamonds.

- [ Chuckles ]
- - Oh?

Why do you do it?

Winning is so easy.
Cheating so dangerous.

But you have some (goose).
Think of the risk.

I always do and always survive it.

But one day you'll be accused
before you've time to explain,

and then your reputation
will be gone.

That is the essence of the excitement.

What more can a man risk...
than his reputation?

An how else so surely
yet...innocently?

More dangerous than you think.

- I was pretty sure you sere cheating.
- No.

As a player you knew
I was cheating.

As my friend...you weren't quite sure.

Now, I may go.

Oh.

I shall shake your hand
on my way out in only a few moments.

Torkel will remain behind to receive
some things I've purchased for gifts

upon my homecoming and
will follow as best he can.

Torkel?

Torkel Kraft.

A groom and valet.

Or as the English say because
of the waistcoat...my tiger.

[ Door opens ]

[ Shuts door ]

- [ Door opens ]

- [ Door closes ]

- Darling.
- Um?

Darling?

- Uh?
- This is Torkel's friend.

You are Sarah?

Surprise ya?

Um, I never saw so well-dressed
an underhouse parlor maid.

We're two of a kind
Torkel and me.

But if you are here...
that means that he leaves today.

Yes?

Half-past four.

- Message delivered.
- You're very calm. - Um?

Torkel told me
what you were going to do.

Oh. [ Shrug ]

Wait.

Your parcel.

Oh, my (oval) cotton uniform.

Still, I only have
to wear it a couple of hours.

If you do what Torkel
said you've agreed to.

I shall do it at four o'clock sharp.

Tell Torkel that.

- With this.
- With that.

Until four o'clock, then.

I don't suppose we'll meet again.

Um, perhaps.

[ Laughs ] He promises me every year
he'll show me his Stockholm.

Oh well I'll send you a post card
when I get there next week

- and I'll get Torkel to send
you one as well. - Oh.

Or, would that be dangerous?

How could it be?

- It would be evidence linking us, Shawn.
- Evidence.

That is a policeman's word.

Besides, aren't you forgetting
it won't be a real policeman?

Ah! Silly me.

Yes, Sarah, silly you.

As four o'clock.

Good.

And then, I should give this back
and say my piece.

And I'll get into this
and say mine.

Speak to no stranger
on the ferry.

Why can't we go across
the North Sea together?

I doubt James Bellamy has
200 pounds upon his person.

- You will most certainly have
to wait until the morning. - Huh?

The banks.

But you'll wait for me every boat
at Norkevellen till I come?

Into you cotton.

Be ready in ten minutes.

Less.

[ Door opens ]

[ Closes door ]

[ Knocks on door ]

Come in.

[ Door opens ]

Huh? Off are you?

Ahem.

Might I ask you, sir...
did you give my master this?

Huh?

When he told me he was
going ahead under urgent orders

I opened his suitcase
to begin packing.

He told me he'd already packed,
and I should need only to bring his luggage

with me, which I found curious.

I had the suitcase open you see, sir,

and he saw me perceive this.

Uh, what was even more curious
is that he seemed to have a

need to say something about it,

to me,...his servant.

What he said was...
that you had given it him

as a farewell present.

What is even more curious, Kraft,

is your behavior as a servant
in the absence of your master.

It is not the first time, sir,
that I have taken measures

to preserve the honor
he delights to put at risk.

- I can best explain by saying
that when he plays cards...-Yes.

I know.

What's the connection with that?

He not only pretends to cheat,
he pretends to steal.

It's due to the Scandinavian sickness.

- Huh?
- Uh, boredom, sir.

The long winter nights, I believe.

Unfortunately last winter was
so protracted I feared all summer

he will for once would
take too big a risk.

He returns these things
you see...with a teasing letter.

Then you better take it with you.

So that he can have his fun.

I am perturbed I did not see the
contents of the light bag he took.

T, thank you for the Schnapps
he left me.

Sets like that always
have ten pieces.

- Today I can count only eight
in the house including this one. - Kraft!

I am utterly fed up with being
asked by all and sundry about

the peregrinations of those objects.

It is possible that they, uh,
were shifted in order to make it

more difficult to notice
how many remained.

The tie pin you're wearing and that
cigar case you're just opening

the captain tried to take them, too.

I found them and made sure your
footman found them, too, so to speak.

I fear that's why...the
captain's gone without me.

He realizes what I've done,
and he's too furious

to tolerate my presence
till...he's calmed down.

I'm not surprised.
It might stop the two of you.

Yesterday I made sure your
cook found your cuff links,

and the day before the
underhouse parlor maid

found your gold pencil.

Were you not suspicious about
all those objects disappearing?

My objects are always disappearing.

Then, sir, you would not be able to say
if everything...was in it's place now?

- You do see my point?

No.

If anything has disappeared,
it will eventually return

according to your own statement.

- But in what manner, sir?

Frequently to extend the risk
he places pieces in pawn,

and sends the ticket with
a money draft for redemption.

Now what if an item of value
arises suspicion?

What if the police are advised
before the captain has explained?

From the way they have returned
the things they've thought they found

you know you have honest servants.

But even so, your whole household
would fall under suspicion.

What will you tell the police?

That a friend took it in jest?

What if red roses turned blue?

You might not be present
when the police call, sir.

Perhaps your sister would recall
the captain from the jury's description.

Yes.

I apologize.

You did well to warn me.

A better surely, sir, if someone
with no real reputation to lose

sacrificed it.

Huh?

The underhouse parlor maid.

Sarah?

The captain, I regret to say,
has tastes for younger women

than the ladies to whom
you've introduced him.

- Are you daring to suggest...
- Uh no sir, to tell.

I trust you shan't have to bear
the consequences of his tastes.

But I don't see why she
should suffer for his pranks.

- [ Bell ringing ]
- She's quite willing to

for suitable compensation.

- Ah...
- Eh, no sir, not blackmail.

Compensation.

If anything should be
brought here by the police,

she will then say she pawned it.

If you will then say
you gave it to her.

Good Lord, gave it to her.
Why?

For services rendered, sir.

By night.

Except you will hardly need to say so.

It's the only explanation
to spring to mind.

To a dirty mind.

The policemen are only
human, too, sir.

And what is Sarah?

There'll be gossip like that in every
decent house in London, I suppose.

And therefore, if the occasion arises,
she will accept 200 pounds.

A six or seven year's wages.

I'm sure, too, sir,
when the captain hears,

he will contribute another 200 and
insist upon recompensing you.

And you, Kraft?

What'll be your reward?

Oh, I have that, sir...allways.

In the estimation
my master has for me.

- Sir.
- Huh?

The police, sir, and a person
whose name I could not catch.

A foreign name, sir.

[ Door opens ]

[ Opens door ]

- [ Opens door ]

You sent for me, sir?

- Yes, come in, Sarah, please.

- Eh, you are the Sarah...
- I...will question my own servants, Inspector.

Yes, sir.

Now, Sarah,...this is a policeman,...
this is a jeweler.

And they, ahem, sayd a certain person
pawned this article this afternoon,

[ Sarah winks ]
and was followed back here.

No, the other piece, sir.
Not that one.

The one I brought.

Really, does it matter?

Was followed back here, Sarah,

because the jeweler took it upon
himself to think it suspicious

that so well-dressed a person
should want to pawn anything.

Now, Sarah...have you anything
you feel you might...say about it?

I don't know the precise
value of it.

But I should think it would fetch...
200 pounds.

Maybe 300 pounds?

Ah...well, yes.

I want to tell the truth, sir,
all of it.

Anything you have to say.

I pawned it.

To him.

I'm sorry, sir. I haven't pawned
everything you've given me,

but I thought, well, if someone
was to come into my room

and see that they might
(tumble) to us and... [ Gasp ]

I'm afraid I'll have to ask you, sir,
whether you, indeed, did give

that article to the
young woman?

Ahem, I trust you'll then have
the discretion to ask no more.

I see, sir.

Uh, quite, sir.

I, too, apologize, sir.

I thought...I thought...

And I apologize to you, Miss.

I could have sworn
a gentleman pawned it.

I must have been dreadfully confused.
[ Knocking on door ]

- Sir.
- Huh?

The police, sir, and a lady
whose name I could not catch.

Oh, what are you doing here?

- What are you?

- Good afternoon, Lieutenant.

Ah, Inspector Hurst.

- You identify this man as the person?

- Certainly not.
This man is my husband.

And didn't I tell you it was a...

That's her!

What is this?

Identify this as your property, sir?

Well, my Mother's, yes.

Where did you get it?

- I got it.

From her.

What are you doing here?

I thought that I had
received stolen property.

I went to the police.

- The two of us?
- Uh, huh.

Oh, we have two shops, you see.

When this girl brought that miniature
I could tell at a glance it was a Henod.

But I made sure of it with the
National Portrait Society.

They were able to tell.

It's of enormous value.

Hardly the thing to be
given lightly to a servant.

Given...
Huh, to a servant?

Now I know that I
confuse nobody.

That was the woman.

Good heavens,
she's probably been pawning things

all over London all afternoon.

I didn't. I pawned...
I mean I bought this cotton uniform.

Look!

I must ask you, sir, most regretfully,...

why you pretended to shield a thief?

- Will you permit a foreigner?

As my master left
only two hours ago,

I conclude that Lieutenant Bellamy
was concerned that so timely

a departure after robbery
might place him under suspicion.

And being unaware that anything
of real value had been stolen

told us, as the English say,
a white but noble lie

even if it meant sacrificing
his own domestic reputation.

[ Heel click ]

I will tell the captain, and I am sure
he will be impressed and touched, sir.

I trust I may absent myself
from the distressful spectal

of this young miscreant's arrest.

[ Sarah, loudly ]
You criminal!

These are real police.

I'm in no doubt of it,...
and no doubt they will see to it

that you will feel
quite at home in prison.

[ Heel click ]
Au revoir.

- [ Door opens ]

[ Swedish? ] (It is all a going to be
a good year for Amsterdam.)

- What did he say?

- That it is unusually good weather
for Amsterdam. - It's raining.

It's his way of saying that
the miniatures are genuine.

- [ Swedish ]
- What now?

- [ Swedish ]
- He says it's a famous set.

- [ Swedish ]
- But there should be seven.

- [ Swedish ]
- Such a pity we stole only six.

Tell him one had to be sacrificed.

To my reputation.

It was so hard to preserve
what's left of it

since I was court-martialed
over that unfortunate card game.

With my colonel.

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