All language subtitles for The.No.1.Ladies.Detective.Agency.S01E04.HDTV.XviD-BiA

What is going on here

wing tights.

Have they no brains?

Don't they see I have the latest
electronic devices, movement sensors and

very soon... What?

What did they take?

My new CCTV camera.

Huh?

It's establishments like yours that are
bringing in these burglar tights.

Burglars? Must alone idle fools with
time on their hands who don't want to

work for their living. How else can they
sit about in your chair full of chit

-chat?

As for you, why not just put up a sign?

Number one riff-raff assembly point.

Where you get detectives, there you will
find crime.

Out. Out.

Out.

The number one lady detective agency
dedicates itself to the righting of

wrong. Me too.

Bad hair leads to depression, sometimes
to violence.

I think the entire world would benefit
from a day off at the hairdresser's.

Nonsense. Call the glassman and wait for
him right here. And you, keep your

villainous clients away from this
building.

Maramutwe and I are very close to
cracking the mystery of the Halle Hill

break-ins.

Is this true?

A breakthrough is imminent.

A 500 pula reward if you flush out the
felons.

Well, you better get cracking.

You raise expectation with no
foundation.

That is not what I expect from an
assistant detective.

Assistant detective?

Yes. As of this morning.

Then you need to tell the world.

And you look?

A waste of time and money.

I'll do it for no charge.

When I say stop, you stop.

Deal.

My husband has done a dreadful thing.

Men do terrible things.

All wives worry about their husbands.

But my husband...

Has done a very terrible thing.

What is this terrible

thing?

He has a stolen car.

He has stolen a car?

He has a stolen car.

He said a man gave it to him. That he
had two Mercedes Benz's and only wanted

one. Does he think I'm stupid, eh?

He bought the car from this man. The
price is far too cheap, Mama. It is a

stolen car. I know it.

I... I was brought up on a...

in plain view of the Lord Almighty
Messiah, Mama.

Do you want to go to the police?

Do you want to inform on your husband?

No.

I don't know what to do.

That is why I came to you.

First, we will need more protein.

Satnav. How can you get lost in
Botswana? Botswana?

A car like mine with Satnav. The world
will be my oyster.

Open your appointment book and find me a
slot.

You know this lady detective, yeah?

Maramos. Your opinion of her?

She's an excellent detective.

She says she can crack the burglary
problems at Halle Hill.

Well, if that's what she says, then
that's how it will be.

Now, I detect more than mere quaintance
in your assessment.

It's worth the wait.

You are smitten!

I've found a space in the diary.

Have you told her your feelings? I have
a test only to order the device.

Mr. Maticoni.

She turned me down, Mr. Patel.

Is there then some other suitor?

As far as I know, none.

Before I met her, I was resigned to
loneliness.

Now I cannot be happy without her.

Press your case.

My wife was very disinclined to marry a
shopkeeper. My campaign was targeted and

effective.

Show drive.

Show ambition.

Satnavs. High-tech equipment.

A white coat instead of a blue overall.

Get rid of this oil and grease.

Move into the modern age.

Whites? One step at a time.

First,

my Satnav.

Steal it and return it to its rightful
owner.

I realize it is unorthodox, but in these
circumstances...

Then the Lord will know it is back where
it belongs. Amen.

He will indeed.

Ma, I'm glad I came to you. I feel I'm
in capable hands.

Your assistant detective reporting for
duty,

ma.

Sure.

I've misjudged BK.

He is truly an athlete.

A philosopher, all of a sudden.

You know, sometimes the most potent
weapon in our armory is

our inconspicuousness.

Inconspicuousness.

is not the best word that comes into my
mind when I look at you.

You look very nice.

People say, if at first you don't
succeed... People say, if at

first you don't succeed... Talking to
cars?

Yeah, yes.

As you can see, the engine has refused
me, has refused to respond to my...

Where do stolen cars come from?

Stolen?

No, not this one.

Ah,

from across the border.

They steal them in South Africa, bring
them over here, respray them, file off

the original engine serial number, and
then sell them or send them up to

Zimbabwe. Payment must be in US dollars,
of course, with the Zimbabwean economy.

I need to know how to identify the car
after all those things have taken place.

Stolen cars always bring trouble.

You cannot help me.

There are ways.

It's hard to erase a car's identity.

So? The numbers are concealed in a
variety of places.

Places you know.

There is one approach.

We could adopt.

It's a high-tech approach.

And you have high-tech equipment?

Yes.

You have your cat?

No time like the present.

I wish I had never fought you, huh?

What the fuck?

You remain very cool under pressure.

That's because of my drive to succeed.

Time to strip this antique thing and
replace it with something modern.

Did you get the number?

This is flashy.

I don't know.

Back, forward, record.

I'm not convinced these machines
increase revenue.

The one you persuaded me to put in my
house has never recorded a single call.

Is it switched on?

This one is play.

I apologize.

I will continue with my reading.

Ma, this is a small agency.

I do not make big profits.

But now there are two of us to tackle
the work. Things can only get better. We

must hope so, but in the meantime... Ma?

I cannot afford to employ both a
secretary and an assistant detective.

I am still just a secretary.

You are an assistant private detective
who does the typing.

I will do all the things I usually do,
but I will do more as well.

I will have clients.

But I will decide which ones.

You will perhaps start with small
matters.

And work up.

I would not want to run before I could
walk.

Many young people want to start at the
top with a lot of money and a big German

car. That is not why.

These paths have not been good for
Africa.

If there is a place without these big
German cars, that will be a good place.

You will still make the tea.

I'm not a man who usually comes to
private detectives.

There is no shame in asking for help,
Puran.

It is a strong one to ask. The weak are
too ashamed.

Every night I wake in the quiet hours,
and I cannot get this one thought out of

my head.

My shop is on a potato road, near the
corner with the tuck shop.

It does quite well, but I do not have
much money to spare.

But my wife does not mind.

She is very good at making ends meet,
and she always looks a million dollars.

We have one child, a boy of ten.

I'm very proud of my son.

But he was not doing so well before.

My wife said he needed to go to
Thornhill School.

That they would push him and make him
write neatly.

We could not afford it.

My wife said there was a charity that
would pay.

I said, if there was such a charity...

Everybody would go to it.

But every time his fees are paid and my
son is flourishing.

You must be wondering what this man has
to worry about. He has a fashionable

wife, a clever son, and a butchery of
his own.

I suspect my wife is seeing another man.

Every night I lie awake and it gnaws at
my stomach like a hungry animal.

I cannot find peace until I know if I'm
right.

Dovella.

Every day the same.

What was that, Ralph?

Nothing, Florence.

You're not hungry.

I'm not hungry.

Please, wake me at quarter to two.

Fish!

Good for thinking.

Thank you, Ma.

So, our working supposition is that
Repaduli is right.

His wife is indeed having an affair.

We'd very much like to think it wasn't
so.

He is a good man.

Very often, the client will know the
truth.

They simply want it confirmed.

He deserves better. He does.

But remember, Ma, for every cheating
wife in Botswana, There are 550

cheating husbands.

Oh, shameful statistic.

Hmm.

550 to 1.

Only one way to see if he's right.

You must follow her and see where she
goes.

Follow her.

Meme.

Mama Kutsi, case number one.

Forget the fish. This calls for cake.

Oh.

I will ask my uncle to drive me in
pursuit of my Badouli. He is an

experienced chauffeur.

Good afternoon. I would like to speak to
Sergeant William Pilani of the South

African Police, please.

I will do that.

She wishes me to bear with her.

I will phone my uncle once you have
borne with her.

Billy! There is something I need you to
do.

Hey, London!

Hey!

Your hours are 9 till 5.

And happy hour is from 5 until 6. You
can't be happy without a beer in your

hand, hey?

Do you know who we always see, boss, at
the Coco Hanselman?

The cook from that cafe at Carly Hill.

And what about it?

If you were to come with us, then she
would tell Maramuta.

She would tell her how she saw you
chatting to beautiful girls.

And Maramuta would be very jealous.

Why would I want Maramuta to be jealous?

Where have you been? You boys go ahead.

Look ahead, boys.

Update on the crime wave, ma.

Oh.

Pressure of work has been too intense.

Business is booming, then?

Era. And yours?

Very much so.

It's something else.

I want you to come to my house tonight.

7.15 sharp.

J-L-B. It's a good name.

Initials are mysterious.

I do not want you ever to tell me what
they stand for.

Will you promise never to tell me?

Okay. Okay.

More initials.

You are the strong, violent type.

That is clear.

What is ruthless about you, J-L-B?

Is he ruthless, Charlie, your boss?

He's a killer. I knew it.

I love a ruthless man.

I bet you do not say a dozen words a
day.

And then, when you are like, right now,
do as I say.

Not a word wasted.

Dance floor.

I am going to dance with my mystery man.

What can I get you?

Tea? A cold drink?

I'm fine. Thank you, Mr. Patel.

I've heard very good things about you
from Rama Tukani.

He's a great admirer.

A place to dance.

Nandira is at her tutor for the next two
hours, so we can speak quite freely.

I have reason to believe she's seeing a
boy at 16.

Have you asked her? When she's 20 and
her education is complete, I will

arrange a good match for her.

These plans do not include fraternizing
with boys of her own choosing while

still a schoolgirl.

These are modern times, Mr. Patel.

Are you sure it's a good idea for a
parent to spy on his children?

You have no children of your own.

A childless woman must take the word of
one who knows better.

You want me to find out if she's seeing
a boy?

And I want to know who the boy is.

Do you have a picture of Nandira?

Those are my twins.

Both now married to fine men working for
me.

My son.

An orthodontist in Durban.

He shortens his name from Patel to Pate.

But there we are.

We can't help that.

Nandira.

My youngest.

The final piece of the jigsaw.

Assignment. Surveillance and close
pursuit.

What?

Drug dealers?

Black market weapons?

Counterfeiters? A cheating wife.

A statistical anomaly.

I'm waiting for my uncle. He has
volunteered to be my driver for the day.

Well, watch out, all adulterers.

Mama Kuti and her uncle will track you
down.

She will think she's been followed by
Robert Mugabe.

How am I supposed to go somewhere? It is
my first assignment. I brought you my

first guitar.

That's not grateful about it. It's the
best I have.

I am supposed to be hidden.

I'm going now.

Donuts and coffee.

Like real detective.

Or at least goose tea and more penny
worms.

That must be the boy.

Off to Tony's.

07.05, boy in uniform, probably going to
school.

07.06, school bus arrives.

I've seen this in so many films.

At first, nothing happens.

And then suddenly, all hell breaks
loose. Shooting, shouting, bangs and

crashing. That is reba dule.

Boiling over with anger and resentment.

07.07.

07.07.

Bucha Badule goes to work.

09.34.

Customers enter shop.

Then leave carrying parcels.

Probably meat.

You have missed nothing.

Am I getting on your nerves? Yes.

Good. Miss Merch Partners is a must.

All movies have it.

It is only the lady we are interested
in, not the customers, or the traffic,

or the millstone.

That lady?

Hey, that is my old teacher.

Don't let her see you.

She's still alive.

She will want to talk.

Go to me.

Is this your wife?

Not yet. We are late for our wedding.

Go.

Now she's going to tell everyone that
I'm getting married. This never would

have happened with my uncle. And you
would have never told your uncle's

teacher you were getting married to your
uncle.

There she is.

Now what we wait we wait

You haven't changed.

But now if you eat my cake, it can
arrest you.

You're very kind.

Very nice.

Did you trace the car?

I did.

And was it stolen?

Carjacked. So I'm glad that you bring me
a lead.

There's no arrest for you in this
building.

Only the satisfaction of seeing
something back in its rightful place.

And you wonder why carjacking is so rife
here in South Africa? My client is the

wife of the man who bought the car.

I promised her anonymity.

Conspiracy of silence.

That is what breeds crime. But I cannot
go back on my word.

Pity.

It is a bad case.

The thieves drove off with the owner's
child still in the backseat.

Too terrified to make a sound.

And how

much does she want for the car?

Nothing.

Well, the insurance company have already
paid out, but they would like very much

to have the vehicle back.

That is where they will find it.

Tell them to bring the original number,
please.

And the child?

Dumped in the road.

Alive?

Way back in school days, I always knew
that you would be someone.

But you didn't think the same of me.

I do now.

1302, Agent Makuti makes a move.

Wait here. I will talk to the maids and
find out what is going on. Be careful.

It might be dangerous.

Maids are seldom dangerous.

There's always the first time. I'll keep
the engine running.

1303, prepare vehicle for quick getaway.

She must work very hard because she's
always needing a lie down.

house is this?

It is the house of a man who is also
very often tired and always in need of a

lie down. A man with a wife in the
country and a wife in the city would

always be tired.

Does the country wife know about the
town wife?

This man pays with high wages to be
discreet.

Why do you want to know?

I was just curious.

You have a lot of questions.

She bumped my car.

I just wanted... Bumped it.

Or scratched it.

Before you said she scratched it.

She bumped it and it made it in the car.

I don't see a car. Well, it is just
around the corner. You must swear that

you will say nothing.

I mean nothing about what we told you.
We will lose our jobs.

Who's there?

Who are you looking at? She's going to
betray us. I can feel it.

What a team!

Did you get everything you needed?

Chapter and bathroom.

And left them in the dark.

Thank you.

Throw that one away.

Remember to remove the sat-nav from the
vehicle when you park in a public place,

otherwise you'll have it stolen. My car
alarm is very loud.

And Africa is very big.

Please enter your destination.

Ah, quite a taxi boy.

By the way, Have you reasserted your
case with Mara Motswe?

Has she seen the modernizations you have
instituted?

Hello? Mara Motswe, we are in here.

Mr. Maticori is just putting the
finishing touches to a very complex

piece of modern technology.

Right west along Tlockwing Road. Excuse
me. I must just use the little boy's

room.

I'm sorry to bother you when you are
busy.

But my van has expired.

It got me to Murphy King and back, but
then... You were across the border.

The car you helped me with was stolen in
a carjacking over there. Stolen car, ma

'am? Eh?

Remember, Tocconi, just because a case
is awkward aspects is not always a

reason to stay clear of it.

Her van has expired.

Then I will drive you home with a little
help from my sat-nav.

Now, what is the news on my daughter?

She was in school all day, and then she
walked home with friends.

Maybe she will slip out again tonight.

Tonight I'm not working.

I'm very tired, and my van is broken
down.

But tonight may be the night... Mr.
Patel, my daddy trusted me. He did not

feel the need to... And you ended up
married to Nod Mukoti.

Please enter your destination.

Perhaps you should fit your daughter
with one of these machines.

Then you will always know where she's
going. If I did that, I would have no

need of you.

You'll stick with the case after your
night off?

I will.

and I will make no mention of the Halle
Hill break-in.

You've changed your hair, I see.

There are people often.

I have altered my appearance.

And your glasses.

I can touch time. I don't need them.

Ma, I am in a terrible dilemma.

It is the Badule case.

If I tell the client what I have
discovered, one, Ray Badule will be

heartbroken. One B. Ma, can we not
discuss this over a cup of posh tea?

I cannot make tea without my glasses.
And where are your glasses?

I cannot find them.

Now.

1B. The son's education will be
disrupted and probably terminated once

the truth is out.

And 2.

The maids will lose their jobs and their
families will be made destitute.

I don't know what to do for the best.

Tell him a lie or honor the contract.

and tell him the facts, whatever the
consequences.

And 97% did not prepare me for these
sorts of questions, ma'am.

First, it is unethical for a detective
to lie to a client.

But what if the client... Thank you for
coming.

Everything is arranged.

I just need the keys.

I will leave them in the pot with the
pink flower under the ficus tree.

I'll make sure my husband has drunk some
beer.

I will be there at seven.

You think I'm foolish to worry about
this thing.

The stolen car.

When there are so many stolen cars.

Not at all.

I think you're right.

I think it's a very important thing you
are doing.

Okay.

Tell me the whole story, from start to
finish.

I was so excited to start my best
undercover case.

I called my foolish uncle, Robert
Mugabe, as if he was riding around with

a banana on his head. BK offered to give
me a ride, a very annoying note. The man

had walked there. The woman had come out
of the house. He is always laying down.

What would my mother do?

It is the boy.

The boy is the nab of the problem.

The adults can take care of themselves.

Take a look at these photos.

What do you notice?

The boy.

has the rich man's nose.

When he is older and his education is
complete, he can wonder about who is who

and who has whose nose, but for now, he
needs protecting.

Eben, you are right.

We must be very careful how we present
our findings to Reba Dooley.

I may have to convince him to be happy
with his lot.

That would not be easy.

JLB!

Is it that time already?

It is.

I have your banner, too.

We were just discussing a case.

A very difficult case.

Tell him to come in tomorrow.

Can you come in tomorrow to talk with
Marmotte?

That would be better.

Thank you.

I heard you were out drinking the other
night at the go-go handsome man's bath.

Having a very good time is what I heard.

It just so happened that I didn't have
any favors to do for you that evening.

I hope you don't mind me taking the
night off.

I will deduct it from your pay.

I would prefer if you let me do this.

Thank you, Ra.

But it is my job, not yours.

I need to go out.

Come

and

get it.

in the street.

Right? Children?

One more bark. I'm going to come out and
kick you. Quiet, dog.

Quiet. Quiet.

Hush, doggie. Hush.

Good boy. Good boy.

Good boy. Lie down. Good boy. Good boy.

It is not often we chat one back.

It was teamwork, not just me.

I

cannot

wait until tomorrow.

I cannot go through another night of not
knowing.

You must tell me what you know right
now.

Madam Otway is not here. She cannot
speak to you until tomorrow.

Then you must tell me.

I will not move till you tell me.

I will not move from here.

Who has taken it?

Who has taken it?

Who has taken my beautiful car?

Call the police. They're getting away.

I know.

It is one of these lowlife neighbors.

Come out and show your face!

Come out!

Now!

That one.

Have you changed your mind about
scraping it?

If it can be fixed, I'll fix it.

Did you bring your high-tech machine?

I cannot think of anyone else who could
have done this.

And I cannot think of anyone else who
would have done this.

Ma, you said before... You said that
just because

something is difficult, that does not
mean that... Forgive

me, Ra.

What did you say?

I asked you once before.

And I would like to ask you one more
time.

Ma, you must tell me what I need to
know.

You were right.

Your wife is having an affair.

Tell me who.

I'll take my key out to him.

There is no need for... I'll be the
judge of that.

She is... not doing it for herself.

She... She is doing it for the boy.

Your wife has no feelings for this rich
man.

She thinks he's a fool.

She is thinking only of the boy's
prospects.

Of his future.

She's putting him first.

My son.

Like a mother should.

She loves him so much she should do
that.

Yes.

And then after, we'll be together again.

Like before.

That may well be.

Every day our work brings us marriages
of deception and compromise

and convenience.

Perhaps now I've added to that.

I'm sorry, ma.

I could not think of what to say.

It was a difficult case.

Ma, you said it was unethical to lie to
a client. I did not

lie to Rebadole, ma.

I interpreted the evidence for him.

He's a man.

Yes.

Best to keep it simple.

The number one lady detective agency is
not a court of law.

It is a forum for moral arbitration.

Reba Dule knew the truth before he came
to us.

What he was looking for was a way to
live with it.

And you were preventing murder and
heartbreak.

It would be cruel to take away all hope
at such a difficult time in a man's

life.

Mama Kutsi, would you like a lift home?

Erra.

I will get my jacket.

You are going to say something, Ra,
before all the commotion.

It's not important.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Perhaps another time.

Perhaps.

It is quite hard being Haberon's best
proper detective.

You have taken a case that was rightly
mine, and now I have taken one.

The myth, beauty, and integrity contact.

I know how men react to low marks and
high hemlines.

If the woman a man wants for his wife
will not look at him twice, then what?

We are not married.

You are lucky with Patel, but luck can
run out just like that.

We're taking a break from the number one
ladies' detective agency next week.

That's to make way for the US Masters
Golf, and so you can see the all-woman

investigating team back on the BBC HD
channel on Friday, April 17th.

Tonight, it's Folk America at the
Barbican. Next.