All language subtitles for The Lady Grace Mysteries s01e05 Pure Poison

This is a portal, a direct passage to
the soul. She's brave.

She rules with her art.

No more suitors, no more games.

I shall rule alone.

I'll be by your side, every one of us.
Your number's exactly the same as mine,

as if our futures were strangely
entwined. I am not entwined with anyone,

thank you very much.

Lord Osborne, what have you got there?
Nothing.

It's funny how everything is nothing to
you. Not everything.

The traitor symbol.

Lady Grace, what are you doing in this
part of town?

There is a traitor at court.

I think I know exactly who it is.

It's all changed at the palace since the
Queen's visit to the wise Aurelia.

People have had to get up to speed
rather quickly.

How many times?

I have made myself clear. No flowers, no
cars, no marriage contracts.

I'm doing this on my own and everyone
needs to get used to it.

Good morning, Grace.

The Queen might have chosen duty over
love, but for the rest of court,

Valentine's Day is a big deal. My
darling Jack would be so jealous if he

could see all these cards.

I simply don't have enough hands.

Love just seems to turn sensible people
into complete fools.

Later. Love is in the air, and I'm
loving it.

That, that is a look. The queen has made
me cupid for the day, armed with my

pointy arrows of passion.

This is deceitful behavior.

I wish the feelings I have for Osborne
were less confusing, but I can't tell

anyone. All the clues are pointing to
him as the traitor in the palace.

Want me to take a shot? You are way off
target.

Walsingham's angry about something.

He'll be even angrier if you're right
about Osborne.

I do hope you're wrong.

I know you like him. My interest in
Osborne is purely professional.

Right you are.

I shall fade my arrow.

This is Monsieur Pierre, our dance
master, or dance tyrant, as I like to

call him.

In this week's lesson, we shall attempt
La Boveda, a dance of love.

We will perform it to Her Majesty when
her portrait sitting is finished.

I'll fly then.

Not so quick, mon petit seagull. I have
some use for you.

Don't worry about it.

Something's definitely going down here.

Right with you, Monsieur Pierre. I need
to change my shoes.

Walsingham's making herself a dance
practice. Well, it's your own fault,

isn't it?

Not recognising the Queen when she's
right in front of you. She said her name

was Brian.

How was I supposed to know? Will you
keep your voice down?

If he hears you complaining, it'll only
make things worse.

You!

Quick, get in here!

So embarrassing.

Just do it.

You can't afford to put a foot wrong
today.

What is he up to?

Recording guard patrol pattern.

Meeting point.

Timings. Not looking good.

Could he be planning to use this
information to harm the Queen?

Lord Orford, I have urgent mail for Lord
Walsingham. What's that?

He broke the seal. This message was
addressed to Walsingham.

What's he doing?

Oh, no.

The wind is picking up.

Pure poison.

Someone was trying to warn Walsingham
about poison.

Osborne destroyed the message.

I need the rest of that letter.

I'm not really much of a dancer.

Then you'll be right at home. I don't
think we can legally be made to dance

with commoners.

I'm sure there's something in Magna
Carta.

Silence!

Sarah, you will dance with Ralph, Jane
with Matthew.

I will take on this collection of elbows
that is Lady Grace if she ever bothers

to return.

Come, Ralph. Let's dance.

No, no, no.

The papers are scattered away.

Sure, boys.

This is a leather seal.

People press their rings into the wax.

I've seen this lily pattern before.

Lady Grace.

Always running away from your duties.

Why aren't you at dance practice?

One more minute, Mrs Champinard. This is
important.

More important than your duties?

I think not, young lady.

Back to lessons.

Come on.

A quick impression on the note that
Osborne destroyed could have been made

by a signatory.

If I can find the right ring, I'll know
who was trying to warn Walsingham about

Osborne. A lot of people wear rings.

Of course, Monsieur Pierre, there's a
letter P.

Lady, this bizarre twit has got no place
in my boveda.

Let go of my hand and keep going!

And one, two, three, four.

And one, two, three, four.

Que diable, you all dance to different
songs.

Please listen.

One, two, three, not whenever you
please, encore.

You're staring at Lord Osborne.

Did you send him a valentine? Of course
not.

Ow! Ow, indeed!

Do you mind not treading on my feet?

And keep those ridiculous wings to
yourself.

Why would I send Osborne a valentine?
I've seen the way you spy on him. Okay,

time to lie. I must admit, I find him
intriguing.

He's sort of grumpy in a handsome sort
of way.

You turn on my foot.

Are you accusing a lady of noble birth
of lying, actor boy?

Of course not, my lady.

The message was a warning about Osborne.

He's somehow got a hold of pure poison.

He's planning to use it on the Queen.

Get off!

Stop!

Get off my arm! Get off! Get off my hat!

Ow!

doing? Sorry, I just thought I'd try a
new move.

Well, don't.

My dress is torn.

Oh.

It'll just be a little patch. Come on.

I'll sort it.

The scraps could be anywhere.

You guys start up there. I'll start up
over here.

The letter was a warning about your
boys.

We have to work out what Osborne's up
to.

I think she has it so wrong about
Osborne. Think. She's obsessed.

You know, I heard her tell Sarah, That
she does actually like him.

What?

When? During the dance.

But she's always made out like she's not
interested in him. Less chatting, more

searching.

She's confused.

Having feelings for someone you suspect
of being a traitor isn't exactly

Taylor's all this time.

Having a funny feeling?

Just surprised she talked to Sarah about
it, that's all.

Found another piece. We need to find the
whole letter.

I've got one too.

It says, bye.

Nice work, Ellie. Keep looking.

Might I ask your advice about something?

Of course, dear.

It can sound a matter of the heart.

Your heart?

No.

No, of course not.

It is a dear friend who has developed
some rather unexpected

feelings.

I see.

And I was just wondering if there was a
remedy I... I mean, my friend,

might take to make the feelings go away.

I'm sorry, love.

The human heart's a stubborn thing.

Once it makes its mind up, there's no
changing it.

I'd tell that friend of yours to relax.

A little crush never did anyone any
harm.

There, now.

Good as new.

You, hurry back to that dance.

I've got some work I need to attend to.

Bye.

Turn away.

I'll send you more.

Your poison.

Someone was trying to warn Walsingham,
and Osborne intercepted the message.

This means I'll have to keep an even
closer eye on Lord Osborne.

That shouldn't be too hard for you.

What's that supposed to mean?

Mithu overheard you telling Sarah you
found him intriguing.

So?

I'm just saying, I called it. Ages ago.

Maybe instead of gossiping about me and
Osborne, you could try helping. We

weren't gossiping.

Oh, no!

Your lily vase!

I'm sorry.

Oh, never mind the vase. Are you all
right? Just a scratch.

Wait. The lily pattern, Ellie's finger,
that symbol. It's what made the seal. I

know who's been sending the letters.

I know what you're up to. Lady Grace, if
you keep on skipping dance class, I

shall have to chain you to Monsieur
Pierre. I thought the wax indentation

was made by a signet ring.

But when Ellie broke my vase, I
remembered the pattern on your thimble.

You let me borrow it when I couldn't
find mine.

Fine, yes, I wrote the letters. How did
you know Lord Osborne was trying to

poison the Queen?

I never said that.

Roses are red, violets are blue. You're
the worst spy ever.

We all think it's true.

You're trolling Lord Walsingham.

The correct term is vinegar valentine.
But you wrote about poison.

Oh, gloomy spy with scowling face who
spreads pure poison in this place.

Whilst one was trying to protect Lord
Walsingham's feelings.

Walsingham has been an absolute beast to
my Ralph.

I've just given him a taste of his own
medicine. Mrs C, you have to stop.

You're putting Walsingham off from his
spy duties.

My Ralph is a good boy.

He's a little bit lacking in common
sense, but his heart's in the right

place. I'll talk to the Queen, but no
more letters, OK?

Here, I brought this for your finger.

Honey makes things heal faster.

Thanks.

Turns out the mean messages were from
Mrs C.

Osborne was just trying to protect his
master.

That's quite nice of him.

Not very traitor-like.

I know.

But there's still the mysterious package
at the tavern. I mean, there could be

something dangerous. Did you think of
just asking him?

That's what I'd do.

But Mathieu says you only take
relationship advice from Lady Sarah

these days.

Sarah's on the hunt for gossip.

I couldn't tell her the real reason I
was interested in Osborne, could I?

She is the worst at keeping secrets.

Right. Not like us lot.

Anyway, I still want to know what he
bought at the tavern and why he was

being so weird about it. Work that out
and you can start thinking of him as a

person, not a traitor.

I hope your finger feels better soon.

Who's there?

Oh, um, my lord, I didn't mean to.

It's me, Grace.

Um, just a minute. I'm just, um, I'm
putting on my shoes.

Let's go, Vader.

What?

After you all ended up on the floor,
Monsieur Pierre was quite insistent I

take his place in the dance.

I know all the steps.

Don't worry.

We all have to suffer dance class.

Walzingham said I had to be sure.

What if Osborn is trying to win my
affections in order to gain my trust?

You seem distracted today.

I'm working on something important, Your
Majesty.

A theory.

I just need a little more time to be
sure.

I fear my decision to rule alone has put
us at greater risk.

It was still the right decision.

And any traitor that dares to say
otherwise will have me to deal with.

I had a word with Walsingham about
Ralph, as you requested.

Poor boy was only doing his duty when we
escaped the palace.

Mrs C will be pleased.

Paisies, everyone!

May I have the stunts?

I promise to keep my wings empty to
myself this time.

If you don't, Cupid will develop a
permanent nymph.

Your Majesty, we present La Boveda.

I had no idea he could draw like this.

He wasn't making notes about the guards
at all.

The traitor's symbol.

Why would he draw this?

Is he documenting evidence he's found?

Or planning something?

Time to find out the proof.

What are you doing?

Someone was sending Burns messages from
inside of court.

Secret information about the Queen.

Then he escaped and you were the only
one with a key to his cell.

When I saw you at the inn, I knew you
were up to something. And then I find

the traitor symbol plainly drawn in your
own book.

Looked in my notebook.

You're the traitor.

Whatever's in this package will be the
final proof.

Go on then.

Open it.

As if you're spying on the Queen.

No.

It's for you.

Yeah.

Right. Just look at the handle.

You... You got me a gift.

But it's Valentine's Day.

Oh. No, no, no, no, no. It's not for
today.

It's not that kind of gift.

I...

I just thought you might find it useful.
Why would a lady-in-waiting need a

magnifying glass?

If that lady had certain duties, they
wouldn't be on the usual needlework and

so on.

You know.

No, it's perfect.

It's so thoughtful and clever and
youthful.

Doesn't matter now.

Osborn! Wait!

Lady Grace, shouldn't you be at the
dance rehearsal?

I've lost my dance partner.

Lord Osborn?

Osborn is... gone.

Gone?

Gone where?

On a mission.

And before you ask no, I can't tell you
where.

He's a good man, Osborne.

And a very brave one.

He'll need to be for the task that lies
ahead.

I made a mistake today.

Osborne knew my secret.

He was someone I could trust in a world
where no one can be trusted.

I keep thinking of that drawing.

He saw me.

He knows me.

And now he's gone.

And the traitor is still at large,
passing information from the palace into

the hands of our enemies, hiding amongst
us, waiting for the right moment

to strike.

I know that I can work it all out now,
oh yeah.

I'm gonna be the best that I can be.