All language subtitles for Bleak.House.S01E13.720p.BluRay.x264-SiNNERS

- Did you require something, sir?
- You remember the night of the murder,

you told me you saw a man you thought
was Sergeant George?

- Yes, sir.
- See anyone else?

Like a woman?

A woman with a black fringed shawl,
by any chance?

No, sir, I didn't see anybody else.

Ah.

That's a shame.

But it was rather dark, sir.

I only saw the sergeant
'cause he just about knocked into me.

But, begging your pardon, sir.

- I understood you'd made an arrest.
- I have.

I've arrested George.

Sometimes you have to do something
and be seen to do something.

And sometimes just doing something
for the sake of doing something

will make something else happen.

Very good, sir.

May I ask, Inspector,

if you'll be needing to use Mr Tulkinghorn's office
for very much longer?

Not much longer, my good friend.

I think things are just boiling up nicely.

I've brought someone to see you, George.

Mother?

George.

George, why did you wait so long?

I don't....

How have you come here, Mother?

Your friend sent to me.

Did you think I wouldn't come running?

Oh, George. George, my dear boy.

I never meant to bring shame on you, Mother.

- Nor have you, George.
- I never did it, Mother.

- Mr Tulkinghorn. I never did it.
- 'Course you didn't.

And no one who knew you
would ever think you could.

We'll soon have you out of here.

But why didn't you come
to see me all these years?

I never cared what you'd done with yourself.

I just wanted to see you, George.

Well, here I am, Mother,

in jail, arrested for murder
and likely to be hanged.

Not the best of circumstances.

- And I'm very sorry it had to be like this.
- Oh, don't talk nonsense, boy.

Mr Jarndyce says
there's no good evidence against you.

All you need is a good lawyer
and you'll be free in no time.

- I won't have a lawyer, Mother.
- Yes, you will.

You'll have the best lawyer in London.

Your brother Robert will pay the bills
and be glad to do it.

Does he know about this?

No, how could he?
I came straight here with Mr Jarndyce.

I don't want him to know about this.
And I don't want his help.

Why ever not, George?

Because we had harsh words when I left.

And he's a man of wealth now.
I never amounted to much.

And now I'm about as low as a man can be.

I'd be ashamed to meet him, Mother.

I'll accept a lawyer if I must,
but not paid for by him.

Oh, George...

you're just as silly as you ever were.

All done. All done. This was a good day's work.

You found Mrs Rouncewell?

I found her, she came, mother and son reunited,
tears of joy, and so on.

And George has agreed to a lawyer
representing him. What do you think of that?

Do you think Sergeant George will be freed now?

I think there's a very good chance of it.

Do you know, I don't think Inspector Bucket
even believed he was guilty.

Then I'm very happy for Sergeant George.

Of course I am.

He's a good man. He's the best of men.

- What is it, Esther?
- Nothing. Nothing.

Come on, my dear, I know you better than that.

I can't help thinking
who will Inspector Bucket arrest now?

Well, the guilty party, one would hope.

My mother believed
that Mr Tulkinghorn was her enemy...

that he held her in his power

because of a secret he had discovered
from her past. Because of me.

Well, what follows?

I think she must have felt very relieved

when Mr Tulkinghorn was no longer there
to torment her.

Esther. Esther, you can't think....

No, no, no.

But others might think it.
Inspector Bucket might very well think it.

Come, come. You know and I know

that your mother is utterly incapable
of such a thing.

Yes, of course you're right.

I must be getting along. I'll be late.

I promised I'd visit Caddy this morning.

Esther, there really is no need to worry.

If ever there was a woman above suspicion,
it's Lady Dedlock.

And the name, madam?

You know very well who I am, Mr Mercury.

Mrs Rouncewell, my lady's housekeeper
at Chesney Wold.

And I'm here to see my mistress
on a matter of private business.

I'll just see if she's at home.

Wait here, please.

Her Ladyship will see you now,
if you'd care to come up.

Seems very strange to see you in London,
Mrs Rouncewell.

What can I do for you?

If you please, my lady.

I don't know whether you have heard,
my son is in prison.

Arrested for murder.

Your son arrested for murder?

Not the son you have met, my lady.
His brother, George,

who left home very young to join the army.

He is wrongly accused.

I didn't know who else to turn to.

And who is your son supposed to have murdered?

Mr Tulkinghorn.

I see.

And what had your soldier-son
to do with Mr Tulkinghorn?

There was a debt,

but there was a dispute about it,

and a boy died at my son's place,

and George held Mr Tulkinghorn to blame for it.

What boy?

A poor, crossing-sweeper boy that they called Jo.

I don't know the ins and outs of it,

but George was very angry with Mr Tulkinghorn
about it and people knew that.

Forgive me, Mrs Rouncewell...

but it sounds as if the police
have very good reason to arrest your son.

But he is innocent, my lady.

I know him. He'd never do a thing like that.

Many a mother has said that before,
Mrs Rouncewell.

Lady Dedlock...

before I left Chesney Wold,

I received a letter.

I don't know who wrote it.

And it made no sense to me at all,

because when it came
I'd never heard of any murder.

But now I think perhaps
you do know something, my lady.

And that you might be able to help my son.

Do you wish for me to read this?

Not in my presence, my lady, please.

And please believe I don't give it any credit.

But if there is anything that you know,

or anyone you suspect, I beg you to consider it...

and think of my son.

Thank you, my lady.

The mother and child are both doing very well,
I'm happy to say.

- Thank you, Mr Woodcourt.
- Thanks indeed,

noble practitioner of the Hippocratic art.

What wonders you have worked here.

How I wish we could reward you
in accordance with your deserts,

but we're poor folk, Mr Woodcourt,

poor, wretched creatures.

All our money goes on finery for him,
the old fraud.

I could cook him!

I can tell you're feeling better, Caddy.

I'll see you get paid, Mr Woodcourt, somehow.

No need to think about that now.

You do need to think about money, don't you?

There's no need to be anxious about me.
I'm not exactly starving, you know.

You could do with a new coat, I think.

It's a good thing
I'm not vain about my appearance

or I'd be mortified.

I'd be glad to mend it for you.

I'm very good with a needle,
though I say it myself.

Would you?

I think that would mean more to me
than a new coat.

Have you seen much of Richard lately,
Mr Woodcourt?

I haven't seen him for a few days.

What with Mrs Turveydrop and my other patients.

Why, are you worried about him?

I'm sure Ada has heard from him
but she says not.

It's not like her to keep anything from me.
I'm afraid she may be hiding some bad news.

I'll go and look him up
in his lodgings this evening.

A glass of wine does raise the spirits,
don't you find?

Why do you look at me like that?

You think I'm a poor sort of fellow, don't you?

Not a bit of it.

- In one way, I envy you very much.
- Really? Why's that?

You have the love of a very dear girl.

Lord, you're not in love with her yourself,
are you?

No, no.

Who?

Oh, yes, of course.

Esther.

Esther.

- Do you think I have a chance with her?
- I think she likes you very much.

She's a strange little creature in some ways.

Takes her housekeeping duties very seriously
and so on.

She's very attached to Jarndyce, too,
I must admit.

Still, not even a fellow like that would keep a girl
cooped up for the rest of her life

just to sort out his linen cupboards.

Well, well.

Esther.

Good for you, Woodcourt.

If you like her, you should ask her.

I intend to.

- Good morning, Miss Esther.
- Good morning, Harriet.

I was just coming down, Esther.

- Have you heard from Richard?
- No, not for a while.

- Shall we go down, then?
- Yes.

Yes.

Ada, I should like to go and visit Richard
and see how he's getting on.

Oh?

Why that now?

Well, I had a note from Mr Woodcourt,
who's a little concerned about his health.

- Oh, then I should go, not you.
- Both go together.

- Give him my best love.
- That suit you, Ada?

Yes. Very well.

There's a letter for you, sir.

Addressed to you here, sir,
care of Sir Leicester Dedlock.

Oh, yes? Give it here.

That's old news, that is.

Got a pinch of snuff for me, Mr Mercury?

Thank you, kindly.

I'll do the same by you one day.

Well, take a pinch yourself, we're all friends here.

Don't mind if I do.

Fine ladies and gentlemen are all very well,

but I prefer below stairs on the whole, you know.

Recalling the night of the murder,

did Lady Dedlock go out at all that night,
do you remember?

- Yes, she did.
- Yes, I thought she did.

- On her own, was she?
- Yes.

My lady likes a little walk at night,
quite on her own.

- "Fresh night air", she says.
- Yes, that's all in order.

But that night, that particular night....

I'll just take another pinch
of this very fine snuff of yours, Mr Mercury.

That particular night,

can you recall what she was wearing?

- No, sir.
- No, sir?

Can't recall?

Might she have gone out
with a black fringed shawl, by any chance?

Hand on my heart, Mr Bucket, I can't be sure.

My lady often goes out,
my lady has such a lot of clothes.

I can't be sure. I'm sorry, Mr Bucket.

Don't torment yourself, Mr Mercury.
You've been very helpful, a fount of wisdom.

Just a tiny pinch more?

Now where have we seen hand like that?

Well, well, well.

I've got a little errand for you, Mr Clamb.

Have you, Mr Bucket?

You remember that French maid
who was brought here one time?

- Miss Hortense?
- That's the one.

I want her brought here, Clamb.

Had you not better get one of your policemen
to bring her here, sir?

No, Mr Clamb,

that wouldn't strike the young lady
as a friendly thing to do.

You just go and tell her a gentleman wants
to see her in Mr Tulkinghorn's office

and it would be to her advantage
to accompany you there.

As a favour to me, Mr Clamb.

Quickly, past Vholes' office.

I detest that man.

Here, this is the house.

You seem to know your way very well.

Do I?

Ada, my love.

Esther.

Richard, what is it?

Nothing, nothing. Frog in my throat.

Is this a healthy place to live, do you think?

It's near the law courts and it's near Vholes',
so it suits me well enough.

Perhaps a change from both
would be good for your health.

No, no, indeed, we're doing very well at present.
We really are spinning along, ask Vholes.

He's giving them no rest.

We shall rouse up that nest of sleepers,
mark my words.

Come and sit down, my love.

I can't pretend with her, you see.

I fluctuate a little, that's the truth.

Sometimes I hope and sometimes...

I, well, not despair, exactly, but pretty close.

It's all such weary, weary work.

Esther, I'm not going back with you
to Bleak House.

But where will you sleep, Ada?

With my husband.

We were married as soon as I came of age.

Sorry I kept it a secret from you.

But you kept a secret from me.

Don't be angry with us.

So, you bring me here.

What do you want?

Not the first time we've been together
in this room, my dear.

So what?

I saw you at the funeral.

I never realised you were such an admirer
of our deceased friend.

- It is no crime to attend a funeral.
- No.

- But someone's been writing letters, my dear.
- Oh, yes?

- "Lady Dedlock, murderess."
- And what of it?

Look at this, you remember
you wrote your address for me.

Now, look at the note.

Same handwriting, would you agree?

Oh, the great detective, so pleased with himself.

Yes, I wrote the letters.

Because you so clearly get everything wrong.

- I know it was Lady Dedlock who killed that man.
- Oh, you do, do you?

- How is that, then?
- Because I saw her that night,

I followed her here.

Excellent.

I wonder now...

did you notice what she was wearing?

She wore a black dress.

And she covered her face
with a black fringed shawl.

Black fringed shawl.

I wonder now,

if you was to go to her house,

could you find that shawl for me?

Of course, I know where all her clothes are kept,
I was her maid, stupid man.

All right, all right.

Now, listen to me,

this is my plan.

Here we are, my dear.
My friend should be waiting.

All right, Mr Mercury, this is for you.

You are still here?

As you see,
some of us know how to hold our tongues.

Come on.

À bien tôt, mademoiselle.

Steady now, brimstone beasts!
I'm not a sack of potatoes.

I'll dock you tuppence for that. Now down gently.

Judy, shake me up.

Mr Clamb, good evening.

If you're looking for Mr Bucket, he's not here,
he's gone out.

I'm not looking for him, I'm looking for you.

And I found you, ain't I?

What can I do for you, Mr Smallweed?

Private business. Out, the lot of you!

You too, Judy. I'll call you when I need you.

You got some letters of mine here, Mr Clamb,

of great personal and sentimental value.

Mr Tulkinghorn was gonna pay me a lot of money
for them and now I'm out of pocket,

so I want them back.

Mr Smallweed, this office is full of letters,
how am I to know which ones you mean?

They're tied up with pink ribbon
and addressed to a Captain Hawdon.

As I recall, Mr Smallweed,

Mr Tulkinghorn paid you for those letters.

In fact, I think I could lay my hand on the receipt.

But what use are they to him, or you,
or his estate now?

I know how to make money out of them
and you don't.

Well, it's a pity you don't own them then,
ain't it Mr Smallweed?

All right.

All right.

I'll go shares with you.

Oh, I don't know, Mr Smallweed.

I think that would be wrong.

Well, who's to know?

Come on, Mr Clamb,
who's gonna pay your wages now?

I'm offering you a partnership.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Bucket?

Bucket.

I thought that disagreeable business
was all done with?

Perhaps he has come
to claim the reward, my dear.

Rather presumptuous.

One would have thought that he would at least
wait until the fellow was convicted and hanged.

Mr Bucket.

Sir Leicester Dedlock, Baronet.

My Lady Dedlock.

Well, Mr Bucket, how goes the world with you?

Tolerably well, sir, tolerably well.

- Was there something you wanted, Mr Bucket?
- Yes, sir, there was.

A few questions I'd like to put to Her Ladyship.

The devil, you would.

I have no objection.

Let him ask his questions.

Perhaps Your Ladyship
would be more comfortable

if I put them to you in private.

No, whatever you have to say to me,
you may say in front of my husband.

Very good, my lady. Won't take long.

Did you go out on the night of the murder?

- Mr Mercury tells me....
- Yes. I did, I believe.

I do sometimes feel the need to take the air
before retiring.

Nothing wrong with that.

Where did you go?

I really cannot recall, Mr Bucket.

The purpose of the walk was to take the air,
not to go anywhere in particular.

Just so, of course.

Can you recollect what you was wearing, my lady?

What an extraordinary question.

No, I cannot.

Quite a chilly night, as I recall.

Would you have had a black fringed shawl
with you, by any chance?

I do not believe I possess any such garment.

You see, the thing is a lady,

or shall we say a woman,

was seen in the vicinity of
Mr Tulkinghorn's that night,

wearing just such a shawl, held over her face.

That is very interesting, Mr Bucket, but as I say
I do not believe I possess any such thing.

Very good.

- With your permission, Sir Leicester?
- Yes.

What is that woman doing here?

Leave my house or I shall have you ejected.

- You have no business here!
- Stay where you are.

I say Mademoiselle Hortense has business here,
law business.

And no one is above the law.

Not even Sir Leicester Dedlock, Baronet.

- Find it?
- Yes.

Show it.

- Where did you find it?
- In my lady's closet.

- You let that creature....
- Steady, Sir Leicester.

And Mercury was with me when I found it.

Give it here.

Do you recognise this shawl, my lady?

Yes, I do recognise it now.

Very good.

Memory can play funny tricks.

Now, I wonder if you can remember
any more about that night?

Perhaps if I tell you that Sergeant George,
the fellow we've got locked up,

says he saw a woman with a black fringed shawl

on the stairs leading up to
Mr Tulkinghorn's office.

This is not the only black fringed shawl
in London, I believe.

And as I say, I cannot remember wearing it.

Perhaps if I say this young lady says
she followed you that night?

- You see? Now you must tell the truth.
- Be quiet, mademoiselle, please.

Lady Dedlock?

I did walk as far as Mr Tulkinghorn's office
that night.

I had remembered something
I wanted to say to him.

Ah!

Very good.

You were taking the air,

you remembered you had something to say
to Mr Tulkinghorn,

you thought you might as well pop up
and have a word with him right away.

- Did you have that word with him, my lady?
- No, I did not.

I knocked on the door, but I received no reply.

- I came away.
- Liar!

I believe I passed someone on the stairs.

That would be Mr George.

And that clears up the last point
that's been puzzling me.

With your permission again, Sir Leicester?

Now, Constable, you can arrest this lady
for the murder of Mr Tulkinghorn.

No, no, you fool!

Oh! Oh!

Hortense Jaboulet,

you are arrested for the murder
of Mr Josiah Tulkinghorn of Lincoln's Inn Fields.

Take her away.