All language subtitles for Miss Scarlet And The Duke S01E06

It's Miss Scarlet.
She's disappeared.

I'm sorry to say he's passed.

I've seen him before.

These are as perfect forgeries
as I've ever seen.

Nathaniel!

It's very likely that these men

were responsible
for your father's murder.

He kept saying,

"He's coming for me,
he's coming for me."

It's some Jamaican,

goes by the name of Moses.

I will not drink this.

Do not harm her, I beg you.

You will go to hell for this.

Theme music playing...

*MISS SCARLET AND THE DUKE*
Season 01 Episode 06

Episode Title: "The Case of Henry Scarlet"
Aired on: Feb 21, 2022.

Explain yourself, man.

I don't know what happened, sir.

I'm sorry.

You're sorry
that our chief witness is dead

or you're sorry
that it's your fault?

One minute I was guarding his
hospital room,

having a cuppa, and...

You had a cup of tea
while you were on duty?

The next I woke
up on the floor,

a broken cup
and saucer beside me.

And a scalded leg.

I don't give a damn
about your leg!

Nathaniel Caine is dead.

Yes, sir.

Who gave you this...

cuppa?

Uh, a nurse.
Mary.

She was the one
who bathed my leg.

If you mention
your leg one more time,

I'll knock
your bloody block off.

Go on.

I think he's telling
the truth, Duke.

There were traces of laudanum
in the tea.

Find this Mary and question her.

We already have.

She's just some nurse
with a ripe arse.

She made Honey church the tea
and left it on the side.

Anyone passing
could've spiked it.

It's a busy ward.

We have one lead to go on.

The Jamaican.

Find him.

You're not to let
anyone in or out,

and on no account are you
to eat or drink anything.

Anything at all.
Do you understand?

And do not let Miss Scarlet
distract you.

She may seem like a helpless
woman, but mark my words,

she will run rings around you.

Yes, sir.

Nathaniel Caine was found
murdered this morning.

Someone got to him
at the hospital.

But, of course,
you already know this.

I, uh...

might have overheard the
guards talking outside.

Overheard from inside here?

From when I took them out
some tea.

You went outside
and took them tea?

And... cake.

I specifically said that
you were not to leave the house.

Don't you understand the danger
that you're in?

And you're right, William,
you're right. I'm sorry.

Now come and sit down.

You must be exhausted.

Do not pretend that you care.

I'm still angry with you.

I know you are,
but come and sit down anyway.

How's your hand?

Painful.

Now tell me more about the case.

Well, this... this is
the largest forgery operation

that Scotland Yard
has ever seen.

We think the bills of exchange
found in that cell

were somewhere
in the region of £70,000.

We've put warnings out to every
major bank in London,

but the forgers
were one step ahead.

They'd already cashed in
the remaining bills of exchange

and escaped
with a great deal of gold.

But the sheer size
of their withdrawals

means that we were
able to identify

which banks
they had accounts in.

The bank managers can give
descriptions of the men.

That's something. And
the fact that gold is heavy,

especially in such an amount,

you can't easily transport it
in a simple suitcase.

So they will hide it somewhere
and wait to make their escape.

And there's still no information
as to who this gang are.

No name has come up?

Not as yet.

No.

Look, I must get back.

But before I leave,
I need you swear that you'll stay inside.

These are dangerous men, Eliza.

I swear it.

This, um, this Moses character.

Have you seen him recently?

Not for some time.
What of him?

There's a gentleman

to see Miss Scarlet,
but the officers

won't let him in.

This I... this is most
inconvenient.

I-I'm in urgent need
to see Miss Scarlet.

Mr. Parker.Ah.

How-how nice to see you,
Inspector Wellington. Uh...

Yes, quite.

Now, if you're here to see
Miss Scarlet, then I'm afraid

- that she's...
- Uh, Mr. Parker!

I'm so sorry, but
you cannot come in.

Inspector Wellington's orders,
I'm afraid.

But that is most vexing indeed,
Miss Scarlet,

since I must speak to you on
a rather urgent personal matter.

Although, of course,
uh, I will respect

the orders of such

a high-ranking police officer.

And respect him we must.

We both know this is
nothing more than a,

than a harmless social call,
but we must defer

to Inspector Wellington's
diligence in such matters.

Let Mr. Parker through,
but no one else, understand?

Thank you.

Have a lovely day,
Inspector Wellington.

- Scotland Yard, Arthur.
- Yes, sir.

An urgent personal matter?

That was an inspired

cover story, Rupert.

That was no cover story.

I am in a terrible,
terrible funk

and Herr Hildegard's niece
is the cause of it.

Oh.

And I'm sorry to hear that.

Now, you have the message.

I have known...

I have known Fr äulein Hildegard

for no more than three days,

and yet she has
already proposed to me.

As bold as brass.

Apparently, apparently,

the girl is already in love
with me... how can that be?

- Rupert, the message?
- No, I...

I planned to court

the young fr äulein
for the remainder of her stay

and-and then when
she returned home

to her little German village,

I intended to propose
a long-distance engagement

for one, maybe two years.

And now my plan's scuppered.

Mm... scuppered.

Scuppered.

Well, um... perhaps
she does not want to return

to... village life in Germany.

- Yes, of course.
- Perhaps she desires

a life of financial
security in London.

This could be a marriage of
convenience for her, too.

A marriage of convenience
for both of us?

Yes.

Now, do you, um,
do you have my reply from Moses?

It's just when... when I first
met Fr äuline Hildegard, there...

there was barely a peep
from her, and this morning,

her-her English seemed
a great deal better

than she'd first let on,
and-and when I told her I needed

to think of her proposal,
she stamps her foot.

Do I really want a wife of that
much will and determination?

Uh, then tell her no.

No?

Yes, no. And firmly.

Yes, you're right.

A firm no.

"No." That-that is
the safest course of action.

Good. Now to my matter.

I need your help, Rupert.

Indeed.

So, you will distract the guards

with some sort of fainting fit,
and while they are focused

on helping you,
I will exit by the back door

and sneak around the side.

Mm-hmm.

What?

It's the fainting fit, it...

Apart from the fact I'm a man...

Men faint, too.

But does it not appear
a little dramatic?

Well, what do you suggest?

What-what if I were
to pretend to choke?

Excellent.

So, just hold their attention
for long enough...

Two minutes
should do it.

Now we must hurry.

I want to head out
by the kitchen

while Ivy's upstairs.

Uh, Eliza?
Good luck.

How strange.

What is it?

The policemen.

They've already gone.

You must leave at once.

It's not safe here.

Our Jamaican friend's
well-prepared.

- Duke.
- Yeah?

Moses late, is he?

Found your note
in his room.

What were you doing
in his room?

I told you to stay home
where it's safe. Yes,

and then you dismissed
the guards, what sense is that?

- I dismissed no guards.
- Well, they were not there

when I walked freely
out of my house.

Heads will roll for this.

And you saw no one
instruct them?

No.
And why the interest in Moses?

It would appear
that Moses is part

of the criminal gang
that killed your father.

We found these forged bills
of exchange in his room.

Why were the officers
dismissed, sir?

Guarding Miss Scarlet's house
is simply excessive.

This criminal gang,
whoever they are,

will be hell bent
on fleeing London.

You said yourself the Jamaican
has gone underground.

The notion that
they would waste time

trying to assassinate
the daughter

of some
drunk detective...

well, quite frankly,
it's ludicrous.

I do not want to take
that risk, sir.

You've taken a shine
to this woman, have you not?

My concern is purely
professional, sir.

Well, I'm inclined
to disagree.

I think your judgment
has been clouded.

Well, with all due respect,

I think it is your judgment
that's in question here.

I beg your pardon?

You do not like me...
That is clear...

But do not make
Miss Scarlet's safety

a casualty of
that dislike.

You'd do well to remember
who you're talking to.

Now get out there,
and do your job!

Or I'll get someone
to do it for you.

You understand?
Wellington?

Yes, sir.

Is this really necessary?

Not if I could trust you
to stay in my office.

Then I promise to
remain in there.

Eliza, there is
a criminal gang on the loose

who would
like you dead.

So until I get the
lay of the land,

then this is the
safest place for you.

We need to discuss Moses.

I don't believe that he's
a part of this, William.

How can he be?

How can a well-seasoned criminal
be involved

in a forgery gang? You
don't know him like I do.

- Oh, so you know him well?
- Yes.

Good. Then what do you know
of his associates? Hmm?

Did he speak of anyone
in particular?

No. No one. And I would put
my life upon it that he's not

- a part of this.
- Well, I have evidence to the contrary.

Eat something.

At least let me help you
with the investigation.

William!

Somewhere in this little lot
is an answer

to who this gang are.

So far, all we have
is this Moses character,

but as yet no other links.

Frank, go through the telegrams
from the regional forces.

Cross reference their lists

of every high level forger
with this.

These are the descriptions given
by the bank managers

of the men who cleared out
their accounts this morning.

Bloody hell,
is this it?

Smartly dressed,
expensive cologne,

average height.Yeah. So far,
that's all we've got to go on.

You two, Caine had a spell
in New gate,

April 1877

to May 1880;
Go through all the prison records

of inmates during that time,

see if any of them
were high-level forgers.

Could be he was recruited

by the gang while they
were doing time together.

What?

We're gonna
need more men.

Any file that does not have
further interest

goes on this pile,
Detective Jenkins.

Any file that does
have further interest

goes on this pile,

and any file that is
a question mark

you give to
Inspector Wellington.

You can make
a judgment.

Follow
the system, lads.

It's like having
my bloody missus here.

Frank...
get back to work.

You too,
Miss Scarlet.

The short list of seven
criminal gangs is short indeed,

and their links to Caine
are tenuous, to say the least.

But they are
still links.

And none leading
back to Moses.

First thing, we will question
the bank managers

and show them the mug shots
of our seven.

You need to rest.

No more than you.

Why must everything lead
to combat with you?

You have that
effect on me.

Well, I hope you will not
fight me on this.

I wish you
to the stay at my house.

I beg your pardon.

For reasons
of security.

I will take the armchair;
You can take my room.

I'm not staying the night
at your house,

think of my reputation.

Since when did you care
about your reputation?

You will stay at mine.

I will not budge
on this, William.

Very well.

I'll let the desk sergeant
know where your address is,

in case I'm needed.

And the word of
the Lord said to Jonah,

"Go to Nineveh, the great
city, and cry against her,

for their wickedness
has come up upon..."

Come on, keep it moving.

Beg your pardon, ma'am.
May God be with you.

Get a move on, come on.

And the word of the
Lord is thy kingdom...

Come along.

Everything is back in order.

Would your men
like refreshments?

No. And this time
you're not to go out there

and disturb them.

I'm impressed you persuaded
Stirling

to put the guards back.
Well, I can be very persuasive.

You paid for those guards
out of your own pocket.

And do not deny it, William.

I don't know what you're talking
about, but I do know

that I am hungry.

Good.
Because dinner is served.

Excellent.

Is it that we dine
in the kitchen?

I'm sorry, I...
I should've thought.

I rarely eat in the dining room.

I tend to join Ivy
downstairs these days.

No, it's...
it's not that.

But, um...

might taste better
than it looks?

I'm an eternal optimist, Eliza,

but we have to be realistic.

It's not my fault.

You were the one who insisted
Ivy stay at Rupert's.

How selfish of me to think
of Ivy's safety.

I didn't mean it like that,
I'm merely frustrated.

I, I keep meaning to learn
how to cook,

but there's always something

infinitely more interesting
to do.

Clearly.

Look, do you
have any eggs?

Yes.Good.

Boiled will
do nicely.

Y-You don't know
how to boil an egg?

Lord, Eliza.

And it's as
simple as that.

Indeed.
How much longer?

Almost done.

You bought
a new watch.

Yes, my other was, uh,
no longer fit for purpose.

I'm sorry about that.

All the years I knew Henry,

I don't think I've ever
been in this kitchen.

If my father
could see us now,

he might mistake us
for an old married couple.

I can assure you, Eliza,
if we were married,

then I would not be cooking
my own eggs.

Then it's a good job
we're not married, then.

Isn't it just.

I think it's, um,

been three minutes.

Yes.

You are in
serious trouble.

Story of my life.

What were those bills
of exchange doing in your room?

Your inspector put them there.

I take it
he is asleep.

Maybe I should take the
opportunity and slit his throat.

You would not do such a thing.

You don't know me,

you don't know
who I have been

and what I have done.

I know enough.

You're no ruthless murderer.

But you are
an opportunist, so...

I must ask, did you have
anything to do

with those men
that killed my father?

If I say no, will
you believe me?

Yes.
Yes, I will.

No.

I did not.

Why would Inspector Wellington
places those bills in your room?

He wants to find this gang.

He wouldn't put me at risk

wasting time
chasing the wrong man.

Believe me, Miss Scarlet...

I have been the wrong man
many times.

I've known Inspector Wellington
for a long time.

He wouldn't do such a thing...

I trust him, Moses.

That might make you
change your mind.

That is Nathaniel Caine's
brother's address.

But Caine's prison records show
he had no family.

Then someone has doctored
those records.

Benjamin Caine is
living and breathing.

For how much longer
I don't know.

He's been threatened
to keep his mouth shut or else.

By who? The forgers?

By Scotland Yard.

I hope
you slept well.

Yes, thank you.
And you?

As well as can be expected.

Trust me, Eliza,

do not eat that egg.

If you do, you will end up
extremely unwell.

How long did you
boil them for?

William, I...

I have something to tell you,
and when you hear it,

you will be extremely
angry with me,

so I will just
say it quickly.

I met Moses here last night.

He swears
he is innocent of all of this.

He believes that,
contrary to Nathaniel Caine's

prison records,
he does have a brother.

A Benjamin Caine.

He reported Nathaniel missing
but someone warned him off.

It was an officer
at Scotland Yard.

Mr. Caine.

I don't want no trouble.

Then you'd better let me in.

I told the Jamaican
what he wanted to hear.

No copper threatened me.

I'm a reasonable man, Mr. Caine.

So, I'm gonna give you
one chance to tell the truth.

And if I feel
that you're lying to me,

I'm going to be very upset.

Now, I can assure you,

you do not want to see me upset.

So...

Do we understand each other?

Yeah.

Pardon?

Yes, Inspector Wellington.

Good.

Then let's start again.

Was the Jamaican
telling the truth?

Yeah.

Nathaniel didn't come home.

It had only been a few days, but
he'd never been gone so long.

So, I went to Scotland Yard
and reported him missing.

And after a week,
I heard nothing.

So, I went back and I demanded
to speak to someone.

I was put in a room and...

...and then this copper came in.

And what did he say?

That I had no brother.

And when I told him I did,

he walloped me across the room,

told me to go home
and keep my gob shut.

That if I didn't, I'd end up
in the bottom of the Thames.

Who was this officer?

Posh. Um...

He said his name was Stirling.

Oi, oi.

Why are they ringing the alarm?

Ah, some stupid sod
dropped their fag,

caused a small fire
in one of the offices.

They're just putting it out now.

Where was this fire?

These are files
of all the missing persons

from the last six months.

The fire was
in the archive room.

How convenient.

Do you think it was Stirling?

I don't know
what the hell to think.

Well, one thing is clear.

Moses was not involved,
he was set up.

Eliza, please.

I have more pressing things
on my mind.

If Stirling is linked
to the forgers,

then he would not have risked
going into those banks himself.

No, he would not.

We have our short list of gangs.

We should press on and show the
bank managers their mug shots.

Agreed.

But not here.

Do any of these
men look like the forgers

who came into your bank?

Him.

Yes, he was one of the men.

And, uh...

yep...

he was with him.

Cartwright brothers.

Tell us exactly
what they told you.

They said they were businessmen
investing in the railways.

They opened their account
a couple of months ago.

They were always polite,
well-dressed gentlemen.

And what about yesterday morning

when they cleared out
their accounts?

They told me they had done
several big deals

with various railway companies

and had been given
bills of exchange as payment.

They cashed these in
and took the money in gold.

Large amounts in several cases.

They said they were going up
to... Newcastle?

Yes, New... Newcastle.

Uh, to, uh, set up
a new company there.

And there was nothing else
about them?

Nothing unusual or odd?

There was one thing.

They were well-dressed.

But there was always
a slightly odd smell about them.

They wore cologne.

Too much, if anything.

But it could not
disguise the odor.

You may speak freely.

It was excrement.

Subtle, but there.

And, uh...

and they tried to disguise it?

Their cologne was excessive.

My uncle worked in a tannery.

He wore too much cologne

to disguise the smell of what
they used to soften the leather.

Dog shite.

Forgive me, Ms. Scarlet.

That will be all for now.

Oh. Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Shall I call in the next one?

No, he seemed quite certain
it was the Cartwright brothers.

And time is not on our side.

So, what's next?

We need a map.

So, the banks are...

here, here and here.

As you say, William,

gold is heavy, so they'd need
a convenient place

to hide out and stash it

until they could
make their move to run.

Tanneries have
many hiding places

but they're full of workers.

Not the old Bermondsey tannery.

It still stinks to high heaven,

but hasn't been used for years.

What in God's name?

I told you to make sure
she stayed in the carriage.

I tried, sir, but she
is very determined.

The only way I could
make her stay was

- to manhandle her.
- Then that is

precisely what
you should've done.

Last time I crossed her,
she gave me a black eye.

I am here, you know.

You can address me directly.

Get back to the carriage now.

I am tired of waiting for you
in carriages.

Duke! In here!

Get her back to the carriage.

And stand up to her, man.

Frank? In here!

Stirling.

God almighty.

What happened?

Well, the chief takes police
corruption very seriously.

A full investigation
will be launched into Stirling.

His office and home
are being searched as we speak.

And what of them?

We found a train ticket
on Stirling.

First-class to Liverpool.

We think he arranged
to meet them,

but they double-crossed him,
took his share of the gold.

It makes no sense.

Stirling was from
a wealthy family.

Why would he involve
himself in such a thing?

Greed.

He was wealthy,
but he wanted more.

I got a telegram

from the Cunard
office in Liverpool.

Two men matching
the description

of the Cartwright brothers
boarded

the RMS Umbriathis morning
bound for New York.

Telegram New York,
give them the details

of the case.

Will they be arrested?

That is the hope,

but our friends in
the New York Police Department

are not always
cooperative.

So my father's killers
could walk free.

We don't know
that it was either of them.

Could've been Stirling.

Eliza, I want justice
for Henry as much as you do.

By God, I would string up
whoever murdered him

with my own bare hands.

But right now,
we can do no more.

Let me take you home.

We can collect Ivy
from Mr. Parker's on the way.

If Stirling was working
with someone in the department,

then you will be the last thing
on their minds.

You're a true
friend, William.

I'm eternally grateful.

I don't know how to thank you.

Have dinner with me.

Tonight.

I would like that.

But first, we must find Moses.

Oh, how you love to tease me.

Stirling clearly set

Moses up knowing your dislike of him.
He deserves an apology.

I'm not apologizing to that man.

"That man"?

We both owe Moses
a great debt.

You are prone
to exaggerate, Eliza.

His help with the case
was for his own gain,

nothing more.
The man is a criminal.

He risked his freedom
coming to see me.

Well, perhaps you should
take him to dinner, then.

That would cause quite a stir
amongst the other diners.

I'll get my own cab.

What happened to
your, uh, eternal gratitude?

That's not even been
a full minute.

As you say, William,
I'm... prone to exaggerate.

Easy.

The lads are devastated
over the demise

of our esteemed super.

To Fredrik Aloysius Stirling!

May the stuck-up arse

rest in peace!

To Stirling! Yay!

Oi.

We did well today, me old mate.

We deserve to get very drunk.

If you say so.

There's only one woman
that makes you this miserable.

Lovers' tiff?

Mm. I don't want to talk
about it.

You want to hear the secret

- to a happy marriage?
- Not really, Frank.

Me and my missus
go out dancing...

every week.

She goes Tuesdays,

And I go Thursdays.

Christ.

Ah.

Pity my old woman didn't find me

as funny as you do.

Maybe she wouldn't have left me.

She's left you?

Yeah.

Last week.

Pig.

That's what she used to call me.

There's someone
here to see you.

Inspector Wellington?

I-I must speak with
you urgently, Eliza.

Thank you.

Now, Fr äulein Hildegard

is on her way over, and
she is most, most vexed.

She's angry with you?

No.

No, she is angry with you.

Why? Well, you were

the one who instructed me to
decline her proposal. You...

It was more of a suggestion

Than an instruction.

"A firm no, Rupert" is
what you said... "A firm no."

Rupert, please do not tell me
you put the blame on me again.

Again?

When you moved out
from your mother's.

Yes.

Um, see, Mother
dislikes you

a lot more than
Fr äulein Hildegard.

Here.

Is your missus
not coming back?

Nah.

And good riddance.

"Do this, Frank,

"do that, Frank.

Do this, that
and the bloody other, Frank."

You're
a better impressionist

than you are a copper.

I... I can do anyone.

Say that again,

and I'll knock you
through that bloody wall.

That was you.

Very good. Very good.

Ah...

You have
another visitor,

- Miss Scarlet.
- You will not

take my fiancé! Fr äulein Hildegard,

I do not know how things
are done in Germany,

but we do not burst into
people's homes unannounced here.

Speaks German...

Do not be superior with me!

It is difficult not to
when you are shouting

at me in my drawing room.

He is mine!

You have your
policeman!

I beg your pardon?

Look at the innocence!

I came here first thing
to speak with you.

I knocked, and
no one answered,

but I saw him
creep up your stairs,

waiting for you, no doubt.

- Harlot!
- You saw Detective Inspector Wellington

creep up my stairs?

No, not the handsome one,
the other one.

What other one?

My name is
Superintendent Stirling.

Right, right.
Have you got a spare blanket?

Well, it was until
some ghastly villains did me in.

Ah...

No blankets, Frank.

You'll just have to make do
with a coat for now.

What have you done, Frank?

Did you kill Henry?

And that would have
been the end of it.

But you didn't keep his daughter
in line, did you?

Interfering!

Like only a bloody woman would!

Don't blame her
for what you've done.

And what's that?

Got rich.

Cartwright brothers,

they aren't on the way
to New York, are they?

They're at the bottom
of the Thames.

Things...

...just got too complicated

after you found Caine.

You threatened
his brother,

pretending to
be Stirling.

And now I've got
to get rid of you, too.

I really am sorry, me old mate.

You stay there.

What the hell
are you doing here?!

May I? For God's sake,
Eliza,

what the hell are you

doing here?

Oi.

You got the better
of me once.

That won't happen again.

I come... unarmed.

What?

What?

I don't own a gun.

Yes, that is something
I should no doubt rectify

given the business I am in.

Have you lost your mind?

I need no weapon.

I intend to...
reason with Detective Jenkins.

Oh, Lord.

Reason?

Yes.

You do know...

that after I kill him...

Look at me!

I'm gonna kill you, too?

Yes, I have gathered that,
but...

- would you at least hear me out?
- No!

I've had my fill of your gob!

I know where you've hidden
the gold you stole.

'Course you do.

Right now...

PC Honey church has
a group of men

heading over
to retrieve it.

- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

Where is it, then?

First I would like you
to release William,

and then I will tell you.

That makes no sense.

It really doesn't, Eliza.

Very well,
I don't know where it is.

It was merely a delay tactic.

For what?

That's what I like most
about you, Moses.

Your punctuality.

Frank used you
to distract me,

allowing him time to take care
of the Cartwright brothers

and set Stirling up.

Well...

I'm glad
to have been of service.

I better go.

Thank you.

Inspector Wellington will
give you a ride home, Moses.

That would be most kind.

I don't want a ride home
from you.

Well, that's a relief.

Can I be candid, Inspector?

Be my guest.

I like you even less
than you like me.

But for her sake...

Let me be clear.

I'll be keeping my eye on you,

and if I get a sniff that
you've caused her any trouble...

I understand.

Good.

Then I shall bid you
good night.

Inspector.

I think you dropped
your wallet.

You discovered the
truth, and justice will be served.

You need to to be
satisfied with that.

I will never be satisfied...

'cause it
will not bring you back.

No.

But you did your job,

and you did it well.

Now word will spread
that you were involved

in this high-profile case,

and your reputation will grow.

I didn't do it for that.

I know.

What have I always said
about tears?

Only stupid people cry.

Hope less people.

And you are not
without hope, Lizzy.

Far from it, my clever girl.

Dry your eyes,
or there'll be no supper.

You always said that,
and there always was.

And blow that nose.

You do not want him to see you
in such a muddle.

Who?

So...

I've been thinking.

Oh, dear.

That never bodes well.

Dinner.

Dinner?

I apologized to Moses,

as you wished, which means
we can now go out to dinner.

You didn't apologize.
You thanked him.

Same thing.

Ready?

Wha... Now?

- Why the rush?
- Because if we wait,

we will no doubt
have a disagreement

about something irrelevant,
and we will have to postpone...

again.

So, where are you taking me?

Gilbert's.
We can walk from here.

But you cannot just turn up
at Gilbert's...

You need a reservation.

Then it's a good job
I already have one.

So you assumed I'd say yes?

As I said, I am an
eternal optimist.

- You are a rogue.
- Let's play a game

and see if we can reach
Gilbert's without an argument.

It's not me who argues,
it's you.

You're right, the fault
is always entirely mine.

I like this game.

We should play it
more often, William.

Yes, Eliza,

whatever you say.