All language subtitles for The Sally Lockhart Mysteries 2006 S01E01 The Ruby In The Smoke 720p WEB-DL HEVC x265 BONE

'On a cold, fretful day

'in October 1874,
a young woman rose early

'to join her aunt for breakfast,

'as she had done every dreary day
now for the last two months.

'Her name was Miss Sally Lockhart.

'And within an hour,
she was going to kill a man.'

I'm sorry, Mrs Rees. I overslept.

Aunt Caroline, Aunt Caroline.

How many times must
I tell you, Veronica?

Veronica is not my name. You
think I do not know my own niece?

You must consider me very stupid.

Of course not... You were
christened Veronica, I believe?

Yes.

But my father always
called me Sally.

Sally is a servant's name.

And your father is dead.

A letter? For you?
Whatever can it be?

It is a private matter.
Private? Excuse me.

Why, it's Miss Sally!

Is Mr Selby here? He's in the
West India Docks on business.

But Mr Higgs'll look after you.

Yeah? What d'ya want? Take
Miss Lockhart up to Mr Higgs.

And mind yer bleedin' manners.

Oi! That's mine!
You get on and do what you're told!

Forgive him, Miss. He weren't
caught young enough to tame.

This way, Miss.

Miss Lockhart to see you, Mr Higgs.
Miss Lockhart!

Your father was a tragic loss.

A terrible thing, the Lavinia going down
like that... What are you hanging around for?

My dear, what can I do for you?

Mr Higgs, what was the business
that took my father to the East?

Hardly the sort of thing
to interest a young girl,

especially one as pretty as you.

But I assure you I AM interested.

He was checking a cargo and meeting
our agent in the East, Mr Van Eeden.

It was all purely routine.

Did my father ever mention
a man named Marchbanks?

Marchbanks...

Well, there's a ship's chandler
in Rotherhithe named Marjoriebanks,

but I don't recall Captain Lockhart
having any dealings with him.

Mr Higgs...

...have you ever heard of something
called the Seven Blessings?

The Seven Blessings?

What do you want from me?

You have the wrong man -
the wrong man entirely.

Mr Higgs?

Mr Higgs!

Mr Selby.

I... What
the blazes are you doing here?

A bad
business about your father.

We were talking.

He just... fell.

What's the old fool
done to himself now?

Dead as mutton.

What are you doing here, anyway?

I just came to see my poor
father's office...

Please.

You're not going to faint,
are you?...No.

You'd better wait
in the porter's room.

You'll have to give
a statement to the police.

Don't worry. I won't tell the
police you killed old Higgsy.

I didn't kill him! Course you did!

I was watching through the keyhole.

He died of fright.

Struck dead on the spot with terror.

Let's have a look at this
letter of yours. Which letter?

Give me some credit. And don't
worry.

My ticker's in better nick than his.

Whichever bugger wrote this wants
to get himself some education.

Sally with an "i"?

C-H-A-T-T-U-M.

That must mean Chatham in Kent.

Ain't you worked that one out yet?

The name's Jim Taylor, by the way.

I'll keep an eye out for ya.

Miss Lockhart?
'She never meant to kill him.

'But she did, just the same as if she'd taken
her gun and shot him. And that wasn't all.

'Without knowing it,
she'd shaken the edge of a web,

and far away the spider
at the heart of it had woken.'

I assure you, Major Marchbanks,
the will is quite in order.

If you would be good enough to
witness the signature, Mrs Thorpe?

And the item in question?

Everything will be done
as your client directs.

Get straight to business, shall we?

Mr... give you the word?
I beg your pardon, Mrs Holland?

Hold up, hold up...

Always forget me teeth indoors.

Pure ivory, these are. Made out
East 25 years ago. Look at the workmanship!

When my husband was took with the
cholera, these was going into the grave.

I whipped 'em out of his mouth
before they shut the lid.

"Years of wear in them teeth,"
I thought. Right, now,

Mr Blyth,
what have you got for me?

Major Marchbanks agreed
the terms as discussed.

The ruby will be deposited with Hammond
and Whitgrove, bankers, Winchester Street.

All legal, is it?
The will was witnessed by myself...

...and the Major's housekeeper,
a Mrs Thorpe.

She drinks,
but her signature's valid.

My clerk will prepare your account.

Good day, Mrs Holland.

Yeah, good day. Good day, Mr Blyth.

Next time,
you make sure the pot is fresh!

Last girl served me
stewed tea once too often,

and you know what happened to her.
Now, get out!

"The only witness to this sad
event was Miss Veronica Lockhart,

daughter of the late
Captain Lockhart,

"whose own death in the wreck
of the schooner Lavinia...

...was reported in these pages last January."

You must have had some
education, Veronica.

Surely you can sew,
or play the pianoforte?

What books have you read?

None that I can recall immediately.

Well, what accomplishments
DO you have?

Look, Ellen. Miss Lockhart is endeavouring
to communicate by means of thought alone.

I am supposed to understand her
without the intervention of language.

I am afraid I have
no accomplishments.

So even the modest goal
of governess is barred to you.

I am surprised your father should
leave you so unprepared for the world.

He taught me how to fire
a pistol and speak Hindustani.

And he said I had the best head
for figures of anyone he knew.

I can read an accounts ledger
as easily as a newspaper.

Possibly one of my friends could, in
charity, find room for a lady's companion.

Excuse me.
I'm looking for Foreland House.

Funny. You're the second person to
ask me that in the past half hour.

It's just over there,
beyond the trees.

Dismal, isn't it?

I'm experimenting with new combinations
of chemicals to try and find something

a little more sensitive in
recording this kind of high contrast.

Something better than
collodion, you mean?

I must be dreaming!

A perfect vision of beauty
with a knowledge of photography?

My father was
interested in the subject.

Frederick Garland.
Photographic "artiste".

Major Marchbanks?

Come with me. Quickly!

You are Veronica, um...

...Lockhart? Sally.

My father always called me Sally.

Did he?

Such a pretty name.

Your letter said it was urgent.

Do you know something about the
Seven Blessings? Seven Blessings?

Never heard of them.
That's not why I asked you here.

Your life is in danger.

I have a deadly enemy.

That enemy is now yours, too.

She's in the house as we speak.

This will explain everything.

What it contains will shock you
very deeply.

I wish I could protect you from the truth,
but I cannot. She's calling for you, sir.

Who is this enemy?

Why does she hate me? Tell me
her name, at least. Mrs Holland.

Her name is Mrs Holland.

You have no idea
how dangerous she is.

For God's sake,

get away from here
as quickly as you can.

How beautiful you are!

Forgive me.

Not very gentlemanly, Major,
leaving a lady on her own.

But then, you never
was much of a gentleman.

I was that put out when Blyth told
me you was trying to welch on our deal,

I come all the way down 'ere
to the bloody seaside, which I hate!

Ain't you sorry to put me to so
much trouble? You're too late.

You'll never get hold
of the ruby now.

You signed the will,
fair and square.

Your lawyer was a charlatan.

The will was riddled with errors.

No judge will take it seriously.

I want that ruby.

It's mine by right.

It's gone and you'll never find it!

It's over, Mrs Holland.

You've taken everything I have.

But now, I have finally defeated
you.

Well...

...up to a point, dear.

Don't scream, Mrs Thorpe.

I do abominate loud noises.

There was a young girl here. Her
name was Lockhart, Sally Lockhart!

Lockhart? Major
gave her something - a bag.

If you hurry,
you'll still catch her.

I'm being followed. There's an old
woman just behind me. She's very dangerous.

Er... in here.

Don't move, or you'll
knock something over.

Don't say a word.
She's coming.

You seen a young lady
pass this way, sir?

Dressed in mourning clothes?

A young lady? You mean that
remarkably pretty blonde girl!

Trust a handsome gentleman
like yourself to notice.

Yes, she's the one, bless her.

She asked for directions to the
Swan - wanted the Ramsgate coach.

Ramsgate?

I see.

The Swan - where might that be, sir?

Left, right,

a few minutes' walk,
then right again.

You'd better hurry. The Ramsgate
coach leaves in five minutes.

Thank you, sir. I won't forget this.

Don't move yet.

All right. She's gone.

There was no need to flatter me.

I apologise. I take it back.

Now I see, in the light,
you are as ugly as she is.

So, what have you done to upset the
hideous old witch? I wish I knew.

If you're frightened, I'm
finished... I'm not frightened.

No...

...I don't believe you are.

You must let me pay
for the use of your tent.

Not everything in life
has to be paid for.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

I don't even know your name.

It's Lockhart.

Sally Lockhart.

All aboard! London Bridge.

All stations to London Bridge!

All aboard!

'In 1856,

'a few months before the outbreak
of the Indian Mutiny,

'I, Arthur George Marchbanks, had
occasion to visit the Maharajah of Agrapur

'in company with my brother
officers, Colonel Brandon, Major Park

'and Captain Lockhart.

'On the second evening of our visit,
the Maharajah gave a banquet in our honour.

'I had never witnessed
such splendour,

'but it paled by comparison with
the magnificent ruby of Agrapur.'

I see the ruby
intrigues you, Major Marchbanks.

It was discovered in Burma
six centuries ago

and given in tribute to the
princely house of Agrapur.

It is beautiful.

A fatal beauty, alas,
and the cause of many deaths.

Only a few years ago, it was
stolen by a French adventurer,

who tried to escape detention by
swallowing it.

My father had him torn open
while still alive

and plucked the stone
warm from his belly.

Would you care to examine it?

Hold it close to the light
and look inside.

'Something in its depth and beauty,

'its blood-red liquid fire,

fascinated me beyond all rules
of delicacy and good manners.'

Travelling alone, Miss?
Yes.

I see.

You see nothing.

London Bridge!
Change here for Waterloo!

My book!

London Bridge!
Change here for Waterloo!

Been at sea long?

A year. What ship?

The Lavinia. The
Lavinia went down with all hands.

Come with me.

Number one smoke. Best in Limehouse!

Lockhart and Selby.

I got to
find Lockhart and Selby.

You need sleep, my friend.

Mrs Holland's boarding house close by.
Clean bed, very cheap. I take you there.

Lifted it right out
of her hands, didn't I?

She didn't feel a thing!

Dear me, I'd like to have
seen her face when she woke up.

Stuck-up little thing.

I showed her, all right.
A book?

Is that all?

Interesting, is it?

Well, the young lady, I dare
say, might find it fascinating.

If she was to read this,
it would be a first-rate disaster.

Just as well
she ain't got it, then.

Do you like a nice story,
Mr Hopkins?

Shall I read to you?

"I have therefore withdrawn
the ruby from the bank.

"This is the only chance I have
of redeeming myself,

"and I mean you to have it.

"I have hidden it

"and, to make doubly sure, I shall
conceal its hiding place in a cipher.

"You will find the jewel in..."

Not much of an ending.

Of course it's not the end!

There's a bleedin' page missing!

And she's got it!

Now, you go back and get it,

and make sure
she has a nasty accident.

I ain't no killer, Mrs H.

Didn't you know? There
was a stabbing in Kent this morning.

Only eye-witness is in shock,
poor soul. Ain't breathed a word.

But one nod from me and...

...she'll swear it was a sharp young feller
in a check suit and a bowler hat she saw

standing over the body with a knife in
his hand. You vicious old cow!

Charmed, I'm sure(!)

Now, do we understand
each other or not?

I need opium!

I must have a pipe.
I must have a pipe!

If you don't get me one,
the demons'll kill me!

Another few days
and you'll feel better.

Look at me!

Look at the state of me!
What would my brother say?

You got a brother, sir?

Yeah. Nicholas. He's my twin.

He's a man of the Church.

You must find a girl
called Sally Lockhart.

I got a message for her.

Mrs Holland don't let me
leave the house.

Her father was Captain Lockhart
of Lockhart and Selby.

Shh! Shh... Shipping agents.

She's got spies everywhere.

She'll know! She knows everything!

Oi!
No beggars here! Go on, clear off!

Miss Lockhart, please?

What d'ya want her for?

Who's your lady-love, short arse?

Shut your bum and give your face
a chance, Skidmore!

Who sent ya? She'll kill me
if she finds out I'm here.

Who will?
Mrs Holland.

You'll be all right.

Just tell me what's up.

I got your message.
We can't stay here.

Someone might see us. Come on.

I come up 'ere to the attic when I
need a bit of time alone to think.

Now, who is this Adelaide?

And the opium addict, Bedwell - what
does he know about the Seven Blessings?

Something.
And he's got a message for you.

He's staying with some evil old cow
called Mrs Holland. Mrs Holland!

You know her?

I know she wants to kill me.

SHE SCREAMS Where've you been?
Nowhere! Nowhere, is it?

I'll show you nowhere!

I'll teach you to lie to me. It'll
be the last lesson you'll ever learn!

I'm gonna cut you up and I'm gonna
put you down there with the other one.

Then you can keep
each other company.

Don't kill me, Mrs Holland.
I'll tell you everything!

Don't put me in the ground, please!

I only had time to read a few pages,
but it had something to do with my father,

Marchbanks and a ruby.

Only I don't see how it ties in. Marchbanks
had never heard of the Seven Blessings.

And Bedwell's said
nothing about a ruby.

Maybe there's two mysteries
and they ain't connected.

But there is a connection - me.

You and Mrs Holland.
She pinched your book.

No, it was a man, a spiv...

She clocked your photographer
was winding her up,

waited till you was asleep, then nicked it.

Or got this bloke to do it. But
what does she want the book for?

Come on, girl, keep up!

It's the ruby she wants.
What else can it be?

Read us that bit of paper again.

"A place of darkness,
under a knotted rope.

"Three red lights shine clearly on
the spot when the moon pulls on the water.

"Take it. It is clearly yours by
right, and by the laws of England.

"Antequam haec legis, mortuus
ero; utinam ex animo hominum

"tam celeriter memoria
mea discedat."

There you go. He's hidden the ruby
and he's telling you where it is.

It's some kind of code. What the
bloody hell does that last bit mean?

I don't know. I don't speak Latin.

One good thing -
if it is the ruby Mrs Holland wants,

she ain't going to find it without this.

My message
is for Miss Lockhart alone.

Quite right, dear.

We can't just blurt out our secrets
to all and sundry, can we?

No. No...

Dear me, you do look poorly.

Bring the pipe, Adelaide.

All this suffering when there
really is no need.

Just one little puff of medicine
and you'll be right as rain.

Right as rain.

That's it.

Fetch me when he starts talking.

Bugger!

Robbed? I do not understand.

Are there any shattered windows?

Any other rooms disturbed?

Anything missing? No, ma'am.

Why should this robber select
you alone for his attentions?

What do you have that anyone could
possibly want? Some papers.

Lies now as well as ingratitude.

This whole business has been got up
to make yourself the centre of attention.

Why are you smiling
in that impudent fashion?

I will not be smiled at!

I am smiling because I am leaving.

I can't stay in this house
another second. You can't leave.

Where will you go?
You have nobody and nothing.

If I stay here I will have you,
which is much worse.

Good day to you, Mrs Rees.

Good afternoon.

These bills have been waiting since
Easter! Where's all the money gone?

We have to invest in the business. How else
do you think I bought the polarising lens?

And the gelatin process?
Damn the gelatin process!

If we don't pay these bills there
won't be a business left to run!

I don't need advice on how to run
MY business by some ranting puppet!

If it's about a sitting
we can fit you in any time.

And I don't do babies!

You! You? Who's you?

The ugly fright from
Swaleness I told you about.

Miss Lockhart,
this is my sister, Rosa.

She's an actress, so you'll have
to forgive the vanity and hysteria.

I'm also the only person who actually
earns any money in this establishment.

Something tells me
you're not here for a picture.

I have nowhere to live.

An old woman I barely know
is determined to kill me,

and I have no-one left
in the world to turn to.

Well...

You'd better come in, then.

Mr Berry.

This calls for a celebration.
There's gin in the cupboard.

I signed the Pledge in
Dartmoor, Mrs Holland.

Alcohol is the cause of madness,
hallucinations,

softness of the brain
and moral decay.

I think the damage is already done
in your case.

I was formerly very wicked. But
I intend to lead a good life now.

Always excepting
the odd murder or two.

So this was it, was it?

Nothing else?

"...A place of darkness
under a knotted rope..."

Don't make sense.

Here... I reckon that's a riddle.

I know it's a bleedin' riddle!

I just don't know what it means.

If I didn't know
the Major's writing...

...I'd say that little cow'd made this
up just to throw me off the scent.

It's our guest calling
for his medicine. Honestly,

I feel like Florence
bleeding Nightingale sometimes.

You'll get your reward
in heaven, Mrs H.

I'll take it on Earth
thank you very much, Mr Berry.

Just to be on the safe side.

Do you remember what
the last page said?

I kept a copy in my notebook.

"A place of darkness
under a knotted rope.

"Three red lights shine clearly on the
spot when the moon pulls on the water..."

It's Latin.

My brother's a scholar, you know.

He only pretends to be stupid.

"Antequam haec legis..."

By the time you read this,

I shall be dead.

May my memory be...
no, may I be as swiftly forgotten.

Looks like
he knew what was coming.

At least we know this Matthew Bedwell is at
Mrs Holland's. The problem is getting at him.

Jim said he had a twin brother.
A man of the Church.

Then he'll be in
Crockford's Clerical Dictionary.

Which you know intimately.

Permanently glued to it.

You can stay here
as long as you like.

We'll let you pay rent
if it'll make you feel respectable.

I have no money yet.

But I couldn't help
overhearing before...

I could look at your books for you,
help sort things out.

I used to do my father's accounts.
We accept. Enthusiastically.

And if you can make any sense
of the business

I don't suppose
we'll ever let you leave.

Bedwell... Bedwell...
Bedwell... Here we are.

"The Reverend Nicholas Bedwell,

born 1842, curate of St John's, Summertown,
Oxford. That must be the man.

I shall
write to him immediately.

Well,
come on then, are we bankrupt?

Nearly. But you're owed a total
of 76 pounds and 7 shillings.

If you get that money in,
you can pay off most of your debts.

And what you really need is someone
to find you ways of making you more money.

You've hardly begun to
exploit the business side.

Of course not.
I'm an "artist".

Well, why don't you do it?
I have no formal qualifications...

I'm not even 20 yet...

That's better than Fred. He'll
be ten for the rest of his life.

As long as you're absolutely
certain you wish to employ me...

There are no employees here.

Only equals.

My mother died during
the siege of Lucknow.

She was holding me in her arms
when she was shot...

managed to kill the murderer
before she died.

She gave her life for me.

She was the most beautiful woman
in the regiment, and the most notorious.

She could shoot better
than any soldier,

curse like a navvy and
she would smoke these... um...

these tiny black cheroots
from an ivory holder.

The army wives were scandalised
and of course all the men loved her.

But my father was
the only one she ever loved.

Do you remember all this?

No, um...

I was just two years old
when it happened.

All I had left of her was the pearl-handled
pistol she used to save my life.

The one that was
stolen with the papers?

You don't have to worry about me,
you know.

I'm quite capable
of protecting myself.

Free book-keepers
don't grow on trees.

If anything
happened to you, I'd...

have to pay someone.

There's no need to scowl
at me. I'm not scowling.

Your letter said you had
important business, Mrs... Holland.

God only knows what it might be.

Straight to the point, Mr Selby.

Well, I respect that.
I'm the same myself.

Do you know a sailor
named Matthew Bedwell?

I can't say I do.
He knows you.

And that ain't all he knows.

The schooner Lavinia ring any bells?

I've no
time for sailor's gossip...

Then perhaps you'll have time
for the Seven Blessings...

...and an oriental gentleman
named Ling?

Have I got your attention now?
Go on.

Mr Bedwell knows things about the
shipwreck, you see, shocking things.

And he says the only thing for it is
to publish them in the newspapers.

How much do you want?

Your letter said you had
important news for me, Mr Garland.

It concerns your brother.

He's in a
boarding house in Wapping.

He's been there at
least a week. I knew he was alive!

Thank God.

But why has he not
contacted me himself?

He is smoking opium. Again?

Thank you.
I'll go fetch him this minute.

It's not that easy I'm afraid.

The boarding house belongs to a woman named
Mrs Holland, who, for her own reasons,

is keeping your brother captive
and will not give him up lightly.

The opium must have
weakened his mind.

She couldn't hold him otherwise.
There is something else.

My father drowned in
the wreck of the Lavinia.

Your brother knows
something about it.

He has a message for me.

Then we shall have to get
him and find out what it is.

I must ask you to do me a service first.

My brother has been
an addict for a long time.

Cutting off his supply too quickly
might well kill him.

I'm afraid you will have
to buy me some opium.

I've been looking into the
background of the Ruby of Agrapur,

and it turns out
it's something of a legend.

And no-one has seen it
since the Mutiny.

What else did you discover?

The Maharajah was slaughtered by
his own people during the uprising.

They said he was a collaborator.

At least, that's the
official account. Who knows?

Perhaps Marchbanks killed him.

No! I don't believe it.

He was a very sad man, but there
was something gentle about him.

He wasn't capable of
murdering anyone.

I see you adopt a vigorously
logical approach to evidence.

This is the place.

I photographed it last year.

Madame Sheng's establishment
is just a bit further on.

Don't the police know about it?

Probably. So what?

Opium isn't illegal.

But it's so dangerous.

It's mostly the poor and
helpless that become addicted.

And why ban it when
it earns the country a fortune?

How can you be so cynical?

I'm not the cynical one. Don't
you know anything about history?

The British government
cultivates opium in India,

then exports it
to the rest of the world.

My God, when the Chinese Emperor
tried to ban it a few years ago

we even went to war
to make him change his mind.

That's how much the British government
cares about the Bedwells of this world.

Are you sure you want
to go through with this?

Good afternoon, sir.

Welcome. Can I help you?

Good afternoon, Madam Sheng.

We're not here to smoke.
We're here to buy.

As you wish. How much would you
like?

Sally? Wake up.

Thank God you're here.

You all right?

You must have inhaled the smoke.

But it... shouldn't have
affected you like that.

It was not your first time.

I've never smoked opium in my life!

The smoke never lies.

It knows you, as you know it.

I was in my nightmare...

one I've had since I was a child.

Only this time it felt
more real than ever.

I'm going mad. The power
of the smoke is beyond limit.

It hides the secrets
of the past so well,

the sharpest eyes in the brightest
daylight would never find them.

It reveals them like buried
treasure.

I heard a man being killed...

...then I saw two men.

They were always like ghosts before,
but this time they were real.

One of them was Major Marchbanks.

He was younger
but I know it was him.

But the worst thing...

...the worst thing of all
is that the other was my father.

What you saw was not a dream...

it was a memory.

10,

20,

30,

40... 50.

Satisfied?

I can't speak for my gentleman. We
shall have to see how the wind blows.

You think you can tap me for money
whenever the mood takes you?

What a common turn of phrase. You'll
upset me if you carry on like that.

You'd kill me as soon as look
at me, wouldn't you?

Wait a moment, Mrs Holland.

I could use a woman
with your connections.

Suppose I had a proposal?

One that was worth a lot
more than blackmail money.

What game are we talking?
Protection.

A man in my position
can't be too careful.

And what position might that be?

You're not coming.
Why not?

Because...
I'm a woman?

I was going to point out that you
have no experience in fighting.

Whereas Mr Bedwell
boxed for his university.

And what fighting have you done?
I was fencing champion at school.

Useful when Mrs Holland
challenges you to a duel(!)

This is my battle as much as yours.

While Fred and Sally were preparing
to rescue Mr Bedwell, I decided

to take a little trip to the coast
and do some investigating on my own.

Yes, Jimbo!

Is Mrs Holland here?

You must be Adelaide.

Matthew?

It's me, Nicholas.

We'll have to carry him.

You can't take him. She'll kill me.

He doesn't belong here.

Is that really you?

Can you walk?

We can't leave her here.
Adelaide!

Go! Go. I'll buy you some time.

Adelaide!

Mr Berry?

Well, now I've seen everything.

You ain't him.

You are, but you ain't.

Don't just stand there! Kill him!

I hope you don't intend to
take communion looking like this.

I shall preach a sermon on the church
militant by way of explanation.

How is my brother? He's still
asleep.

Ai! Now don't be a baby.

You'll be safe here.
She'll find me.

If I went to the bottom of the sea
she'll find me and drag me back out.

Well, at least she
won't be able to use this.

My gun! Yours? How?

Henry Hopkins took it.

She sent him to nick your stuff
and murder you,

but only,
he wasn't the killing sort,

so she done 'im in.

She's got a knife

what she sliced the last girl
open with.

I've seen her where she put 'er
in the yard.

She said that she would put me next
to her. She'll do it now, an' all!

Go to the window. Quickly!

Is there anyone
watching the office?

A gentleman, clean-shaven, fair
hair, sunburned complexion, quite tall.

There's 'undreds of people out
there. What's he wearing?

How do I know, you idiot!

I can't see no-one.

Deliver this.

Now.

Mrs Holland? Are you sure?
Of course I'm sure!

And what the blazes
has it got to do with you?

You read Selby's letter? No.

That would be dishonest.

Of course I read it.

All he said was he wanted their
arrangement to start immediately.

Who is he frightened of? Listen, there's
something else I've got to tell yer...

What sort of crimes
can a shipping agent commit?

Smuggling? Fraud. Sinking ships
and claiming on the insurance.

What I was going to say...

They're not owners, they're agents.
They only have one ship.

Surely that kind of thing is
too easy to spot. This is important.

You think the Lavinia was sunk on
purpose? Why would anyone do that?

I can tell you.

What were you going to say, Jim?
It'll keep.

I want to hear this.

I know it's not what you crave,

but if the urge becomes too great,
we have what you need.

You'd do that for me?

I'll never smoke opium again.

Are you Mr Lockhart's daughter?

I'm sorry.
He's dead. I know.

He drowned in the Lavinia.

He didn't drown.

He was murdered.

South China Seas are home
to every kind of smuggler,

pirate, murderer.

Worst of all are the Triads.

Lockhart and Selby was hand-in-glove
with all these societies.

Whole company had the stench
of corruption.

Not my father! No.

But he'd heard the rumours.

That's why
he came out to the East.

He was going to see the company
agent, Hendrik Van Eeden.

He trusted him. Van Eeden
had the reputation of an honest man.

Your father met him in Singapore when
he came aboard with his Malay servant, Perak.

The very first afternoon out
we saw the black junk.

Could have outsailed her
easily, but the captain,

he just seemed to be dawdling
on purpose.

It was the
second night it happened.

Your father was attacked
in his cabin.

Stabbed.

I heard him calling for help.

When I found him
he was barely alive.

He told me his murderer
was the ship's captain...

...and that he was in the pay
of a man named Ling.

I knew then we was all doomed.

Ling heads the most brutal Triad
gang in the South China Seas.

Did my father say anything
about me?

He told me to tell you
what had happened.

And something else.

"Keep your powder dry".

He always said that.

It was his way of telling me
to be prepared for anything.

Captain scuttled his own ship while
Ling's men slaughtered the crew.

Nothing could wipe the cries of
those dying men from my mind...

...nothing but opium.

The Triad gang that corrupted
Lockhart and Selby,

what was its name?

It's called the Fan Lin Society.

Seven Blessings.

Oi! Stop, thief!

Stop that man!

There's no-one in.

Ain't you the sharp one(!)

"A place of darkness
under a knotted rope.

"Three red lights shine clearly
on the spot..."

There's a kind of sense in it,

but damned if I can see what it is.

I need a drink. You could use
one, an' all. Might oil your brain.

I ain't drinking no beer.

I signed the pledge
and I got my principles.

You know, for a thieving murderer,

you do come across very strong
on principle, Mr Berry.

All right, you can have a lemonade.

And I hope that little
maggot of a thing

you call a conscience is satisfied.

That's stupid, that is.

If it's the Turk's head,
you want a head, not a rope.

Yeah.

Let's go in.

Lemonade, for a big feller like you?

My son's got
a very delicate stomach.

Alcohol quite upsets him.

That's a very unusual sign
you've got out there.

It don't go with the name.

Turk's Head.

Course it does.

Turk's Head is a kind of
sailor's knot.

Didn't you know that?

Well, I never did.

Well, that explains it, then.

Have one yourself, love.

Might as well.

I was looking for a friend of mine.

Mrs Thorpe, housekeeper
to Major Marchbanks.

Well you've had
a wasted journey, then.

She packed her bags
after what happened.

Didn't you know? He was murdered.

No!

What is the world coming to?

Stabbed.

A burglar, they reckon.

He was a regular of mine.
Quiet sort.

Came in most days for his brandy
and his newspaper.

Did he, though?

Is that the privy, dear? No.
That's the cellar.

Privy's outside. Course it is.

D'you know, I think
I could eat something.

I've got some nice boiled beef.

Just the thing.

Bring the bag.

She comes back, break her neck.

A place of darkness
under a knotted rope.

That's this cellar.

Three red lights.

There's a buoy out there in the
creek what flashes three times.

When the moon pulls on the water...

When the tide comes in, you see?

It all fits.

Never mind.

That's it!

There's a box.

I was promised this
a very long time ago, Mr Berry.

I'm only taking
what is rightfully mine.

It's empty!

It's bleedin' empty.

It's her.

The Lockhart girl.
No-one else knows it's here.

I will have that ruby, Mr Berry.
You see if I don't.

I'm owed it and I will have it,

and then I will cut her heart out
and dance on it!

Nicholas?

Where're we going? I'm looking
over a replacement for the Lavinia.

Not that
it's any of your business.

Only two in the boat. Company rules.

I'm supposed to stay with him.

Get a move on, will you?

I'm a busy man.

You stay here,
and don't move till I get back.

Codfish!

I give you one simple job...

What did I tell you?

Stay with him at all times.

A bloody stone
could understand that.

But it was 'im
what told me to wait.

You're a dab hand at
killing people, Mr Berry,

you ain't much
at keeping 'em alive!

Here are.

Well,

never mind Selby.

He ain't in no position
to ask for a refund, is he?

D'you know something, Mr Berry,

this is an interesting game
we're in.

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

The pictures can wait, you know.
We don't have to do them right now.

We can't sit around moping.

We all need something
to think about,

something more than death
and unhappiness.

Right. Well, I can take
the pictures.

But who's going to sell them?

It will have to be you.

My soul is far too fine
for base commercial jousting.

You should do it.

I shall, as soon as I'm old enough
to be taken seriously.

I... take you seriously.

You mean as a business woman?

As all kinds of things.

Sally, I...

Look what I've found!

...Then we'll put you in one.
Yeah.

You'll like that, won't ya?
Yeah. Yeah, you will!

Get your hands off her,
you rat bag!!

Don't bite me! Mr Berry, get him!
Get off, you big oaf!

Drive on!

...They're only a few minutes
ahead of us.

I promised to look after the poor
little scrap. I promised her.

Jim,
we are going to get her back.

Wait for us. Round here?
You must be joking.

They'll have the shoes
off me horse in a minute.

Get out!

What's the plan?

Nice tactics, Wellington.
Adelaide! Adelaide!

Right, this way, my love.

Go on, kick him!

We can get out by Tobacco Dock.

Up Old Gravel Lane.

Come on, my son.

Come on.

That's him!
That's them Mrs Holland's after.

Oi! Come here!

They're going to kill me, Jim.
I'm gonna die.

Shut up. No-one's dying.

Split up. You go that way.

You're the two Mrs 'olland's
lookin' for, ain't yer?

You'll be all right with me.

We'll have to find a skiff
somewhere. Get you down the river.

Why are you helping us?

What's that old cow
ever done for me?

We keeps the rats down for rent.

There's an alley
that leads down to the river.

They won't find you there.

Just got to get you
across the Wapping Wall.

We'll be safe now.

Where do we go from here? Dunno,
matey. Not my problem.

Sorry, mate. Gotta live.

You try that again
and Mr Berry'll twist your head off.

He practises on chickens.

Sometimes they runs around for a
full five minutes after their heads is off.

He'd love to see how long
you'd flap about without no head.

Adelaide don't know nothing about the ruby.
You don't want her. I want her.

She's going to be sleeping in the
yard tonight, ain't you, poppet?

We've got your bed all ready.

Put her down! I'll kill you.

I thought I sorted you out.
Mr Berry, you're losing your touch.

Makes four times he's crossed
my path. I want him dead.

Adelaide?

Adelaide?

They'll be fine.

This can't go on.

It's not Adelaide Mrs Holland
wants. It's me. She hates me.

I still don't know why.

I have to discover
the truth about the ruby.

And there's only
one way I can do it.

Opium.

Matthew Bedwell left it behind.
He said he wouldn't need it.

I have to go
back into my nightmare.

I have to finish it.

Only I don't
really know what to do.

I do.

Theatre people know a little
about this sort of thing.

Sit down on the sofa.

There's no pipe, so you'll
have to breathe in the fumes.

Now just breathe normally.

The smoke will do the rest.

I'm scared, Rosa.

What if I grow to like the smoke?

If I became like poor
Matthew Bedwell... You won't.

You were talking.

Sometimes in English but mostly
in a foreign language.

Hindustani.

I know everything, Rosa.

The whole story.

I have to find the ruby.

I have to have it. It was
a dream. It was never a dream.

It was always the truth,
buried in my memory all along.

Wait here.
There's something you have to know.

Major Marchbanks hid it
in a pub in Swaleness.

It was Jim who cracked the cipher.

It seems Black Jack Armstrong does
that sort of thing all the time

in Stirring Tales For British Lads.

Why didn't he tell me?

He tried to, the night
you rescued Matthew Bedwell.

And after that he gave
it to me for safekeeping.

I think he was frightened
of what it does to people.

So am I, a little.

Send a message to Mrs Holland.

Tell her to meet me at
Hangman's Wharf in an hour's time.

You're mad.

At least wait for Fred...
No.

I have to end all this.

Whatever happens,
you must promise not to interfere.

You killed my father.

My real father.

Major Marchbanks.

He sold me in return
for a ruby, didn't he?

The Maharajah
had given the ruby to my...

to Captain Lockhart

as payment for protection
during the mutiny.

And Captain Lockhart left the Major
guarding the Maharajah in the dark somewhere.

The residency cellars.

Marchbanks deserted
his post to smoke opium.

He was an addict.

And somehow the mutineers got in
and slaughtered the Maharajah.

I saw it all.

Lockhart knocked him down
for a coward when he come back.

Then they heard you crying.

Lockhart was so disgusted and
a-feared at what your life might

become, he offered Marchbanks
the ruby in exchange for you.

And he took it in a second.

His own daughter

in exchange for a jewel.

Now Miss,

I want that ruby.

It's what I come for.

And I got a right to it.
What right?

You have no claim over it.

I've got
the greatest claim of all.

I was promised that ruby
by the Maharajah himself.

You were there as well?
Of course I was there.

And the Maharajah
were in love with me.

Yeah,

I might be old and ugly now,
but I was beautiful once.

Everybody in northern India
knew pretty Molly Edwards.

They all paid court.

But it was the Maharajah
what wanted me worst of all.

He promised me the ruby
if I'd give him what he wanted.

And I did.

I could've had a good marriage.

I had prospects and me good name.

One night with him
put paid to all that.

Afterwards, he just...

laughed, threw me out the palace.

It was you
who betrayed the Maharajah.

It was no more than he deserved.

Squealed like a pig
when they cut him.

I've heard that
screaming in my dreams.

You and all them stuck-up army wives would
have been next if Lockhart hadn't come back.

All them hypocrites

called me slut
and whore behind me back.

Well?

You know something?

We got a lot more in common
than you'd like, me and you.

We was both bought for a ruby.

My father left this to me
but I renounce my claim.

It has brought me nothing but death
and unhappiness and if you want it,

you can go and get it.

It's mine...

my pretty Molly...

she'll have her ruby.

Mrs Holland?

Mrs Holland?! Mrs Holland!

Miss Lockhart...

Get into the carriage.

I have news regarding your father.

What news?

Who are you?
I was born Hendrik Van Eeden.

In the East, though,
I am better known as Ling.

Now get in the carriage.

Where are we going?

The East India docks.

I don't understand.

My ship sails with the tide.

You may come with me, alive,
or you may stay here,

dead.

One way or the other, I must be
certain that you will remain silent.

What will happen to me
if I come with you?

Surely I don't have to explain that?

You are not a child.

You can't be Ling.

You're not Chinese.

You have my Dutch father
to thank for the way that I look.

But my mother was the daughter of

Ling Chi,

a great and noble
Chinese businessman,

though you might
call him a pirate.

My European looks and education
have been a great advantage.

They have made it so much easier
to set up an arrangement beneficial

to both Lockhart and Selby
and the Seven Blessings.

Opium was the link.

The finest comes from India,

grown under British
government supervision.

There is an official stamp,
a mould if you like,

to form the drug into little cakes.

All with Her Majesty's
blessing and approval.

As luck would have it,

I came into possession
of one of those valuable stamps.

After that it was a simple matter
of adulterating premium opium

with the low grade stuff
from the hills of Penang.

Thus, one shipload became
three or four, all certificated

and shipped by
the British government

and the reputable firm
of Lockhart and Selby.

Alas, Captain Lockhart's
intervention

gave me a great deal of trouble.

So you murdered him?

What's one human life

when so much money is at stake?

Thousands, perhaps even millions.

But the gods have been kind.

I killed him!

God, Rosa,

he murdered so many people...

He killed my...

I can't call him
Captain Lockhart.

He was my father but...

We have to tell the police.

I killed a man.

How will you explain all this?
They'll only have your word for it.

No. We go now and we never look
back. You understand me, Sally?

We've got to get out.

Did you leave anything
in the carriage they could identify?

I shot him in the heart
from a few inches.

He was dead. I know he was.

There's no sign of Adelaide.

God knows what Mrs Holland
has done with her,

but at least there was
no new grave in the yard.

Poor little mite.

We're going to find her, Jim.
Somehow or other, one day

we're going to find her.
I promise you.

Course we'll find her. Even if
I have to turn detective myself.

Is there
anything more in the paper?

Well, the police are convinced

there's a murder but they have
no body and no suspects.

Is that for me?
Er, no, as it happens. It's for me.

It's from Nicholas Bedwell.

I didn't know you two
were corresponding.

Well, that's because
it's none of your business.

So, what do we call you now?

Lockhart or Marchbanks?

Whenever I hear the word "father",
I know who I think of.

And I don't know what my legal
status is, or what rubies count

for in a court of law,
but I'm Sally Lockhart,

I work for a photographer,

and that's all
anybody needs to know.

Fresh in today, Miss?

My name is Perak, Miss Lockhart.

I was your father's servant.

He said I must deliver
this in person.

Apologies. My journey has been long
and with many difficulties.

"Look under the clock"?

What does it mean?

Your father said you
would understand.

Thank you.

And later Sally did understand.

It was time to pay one
final visit to her childhood home,

and for the past to give up
the last of its secrets.

"My dearest Sally,

"if you are reading this the
worst has happened and I am dead.

"You will have much to bear, but you
are strong, and you will recover.

"This money, darling, is for you.

"Ten thousand pounds,
my share of Lockhart and Selby.

"Use it wisely.

"You will choose well, I know.

"Goodbye, my Sally.

"By now you will fully understand

"what it means when I sign myself
with the deepest love,

"your father,

"William Lockhart."

As she walked home that day,
Sally swore she would never give up

the search for the missing Adelaide.

And although she had lost her
father,