All language subtitles for Campion.S01E02.Look.To.The.Lady.Part.2.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H

CAMPION: The story so far...

A gang of
international thieves

is planning to steal
the Gyrth Chalice.

However, we now know
that the genuine
pre-Norman-Conquest chalice

is in the East tower
of the family home,

and, everybody has been making
a great deal of fuss
about a substitute chalice,

made as recently as 1772.

-Albert.
-The question is,
do the thieves know

they are pursuing
the wrong chalice? Yes.

I already know all this.

Forgive me. This is in
the nature of a rehearsal.

-A rehearsal for what?
-Strictly speaking, for whom.

I'm rehearsing what I shall
tell Stanislaus.

VAL: Who the devil
is Stanislaus?

CAMPION:
Inspector Stanislaus Oates.

A senior and highly respected
police officer,

but meeting us tonight,
in his capacity
as a civilised human being.

He's also very punctual,
so he's probably here already
and onto his second whisky.

Does he have a key?

Oh, I never lock my door.

Is that wise?

If I lock my door,
people can't get in.

-Evening.
-Good evening.

I've come to do you
a bit of good.

But it'll cost you a fiver.

This is a senior
police officer?

No, Mr Walker is a criminal,
currently between sentences.

-Who's he?
-No one of importance.
Minor aristocrat.

Come on. Let's have the tale.

Make it good
and I won't charge you
for the whisky.

Thinks he knows it all,
doesn't he?

He didn't even spot me
on the road, this morning.

Good Lord, that was you
driving the saloon!

I'm admitting nothing.

You were a party to
attempted robbery,
on the King's Highway.

I was hired for a bit of
honest chauffeuring.

Driving a party for an outing.

And, for a fiver,
you'll reveal the name
of the man who hired you.

-That's right.
-CAMPION: I know
who hired you.

Matthew Sanderson,
gangster of this parish.

But, who's Matthew
working for?

That's the big one, isn't it?

We are mildly interested.

Mildly interested
costs a fiver.

Your dad would've come across
for half a crown.

Don't blame me.
Blame the gold standard.

Now.

-Satisfy our mild interest.
-WALKER: Right.

We stop your car,
the lads nick the bag.

They take it away
and open it up.

They're looking to find
a nice piece
of aristocratic silverware.

What do they find?

Half a dozen bottles
of pale ale.

Sensation in court,
they're not pleased.

Me? I don't care.

I'm getting paid for driving,

and, I like a drop
of pale ale.

Sanderson goes potty.

"I shall have to answer
to The Daisy for this,"
he says.

The Daisy?

-That's what he says.
-I give you five pounds
and you give me a daisy?

Your dad would've presented me
with a bouquet.

-(FOOTSTEPS)
-Could that be Daisy?

Daisy Roots, more like.

Hey, I know the sound
of them feet.

Inspector Oates,
may I introduce

Ernie Walker?

Just visited!

Just arrived.

Just going.

You didn't tell me
he was coming.

Move along there, please, sir.

Shut the door on your way out.

And your dad always checked
the watermark!

Do you, by any chance, know
of a wealthy, influential man
about the underworld

called "The Daisy"?

Hanged, in Manchester.
September the 27th, 1928.

Murderer. Poisoning,
followed by dismemberment.

I remember the execution.
It was raining.

Hmm. Our man
is currently active.
Nowhere near retirement.

Lots of small fry use Daisy
as a nickname.

Not small fry.

He could, conceivably,
be a highly gifted amateur.

What exactly are you up to?

Or, is it a state secret,
again?

I'm taking the short road,
as opposed to the long road.

Thank you very much,
that's much clearer.

Or, to express it
in another way,

it is the one occasion
in a hundred, when publicity
would be catastrophic.

Official police involvement,
undesirable.

And it falls to the gifted,
private individual,
to take responsibility.

And, you are
taking responsibility for...
What?

The safety of a great,
national treasure.

Coupled with a spot
of drastic eradication.

OATES: This great,
national treasure...

Wouldn't happen to be
in the suitcase,
by any chance?

It is just possible.

Supposing
Val were to stay here,
with the suitcase,

while I return
to the family seat,

to try to uproot The Daisy,
so to speak.

Well, I'll do whatever
you think best.

This is probably
the safest place in London.

You're sitting on top
of a police station.

I'll put a bobby
on the doorstep,

a plainclothes man
on the roof,

and a couple of chaps,
in the house of delights
across the street.

We have only five days.
Next Wednesday is my birthday.

I can provide the protection.

I'll leave it to
the gifted, private individual
to solve the mystery.

My pleasure.

But, try to be circumspect
about your drastic
spots of eradication.

It can be illegal,
in some cases.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello, Soft Furnishings.

Good Lord.

Somebody tried
to eradicate Lugg.

He's here.

(MOANING)

What happened to Lugg?

Gone off his rocker, sir.

How were you able
to spot the difference?

All I know is, he turned up
outside, on the lawn,
in the middle of the night,

howling and gibbering
and raving.

He woke the entire house!

Howling and gibbering
can have that effect.

-Hysteria isn't amusing.
-Well, hardly ever.

Can't you work it out?
You're the great detective.

He went down to
Pharisee's Clearing
last night,

and saw whatever it was
that killed Aunt Di.

It's a step
in the right direction.

Albert!
Did you tell him to go?

I gently suggested no more
than he might maintain a
discreet, nocturnal presence.

I think you should apologise.

CAMPION: Do I really owe you
an apology?

Makes no odds to me.
I've resigned.

-I accept your resignation.
-LUGG: Accept?

(SOBBING) I give you
the best years of my life.

I nearly lost my reason,
for you, and,
all you could do is accept.

What do you want me to do?

I want you to spend a night
in that haunted wood

and see what it does
to your reason.

(WHISPERING) That's
if you carry one in stock.

Which I sometimes doubt.

Just tell me what you saw.

I saw that monster.

The one they keep
in the secret room!

The one they feed with
the pump!

That's nonsense.

Tell me what you saw.

It was ten foot high,
it had horns
and smelled putrid, like...

Dead fish!

It was like
a ten-foot high goat,
walking on its hind legs.

That's better.

-Now I believe you.
-You do?

Not only that,
I will not accept
your resignation!

And, if anyone asks,
you've had a bilious attack.

Heart attack!

I got my pride, you know!

PENNY: Why are we going to see
the professor?

CAMPION: Because, there's
something very strange

going on in
Pharisee's Clearing,

that might turn out
to be a clue,

which might, in its turn,
help us to identify The Daisy.

PENNY: But, why are we going
to see the professor?

CAMPION: Because he is
one of the world's
leading authorities

on ten-foot high goats.

This is delightful!
Have you come for lunch?

We need the comfort
of a scientific explanation.

-For what?
-The ghost
in Pharisee's Clearing.

I can't offer you
an explanation,

but I can show you
a photograph of it.

I'd heard the stories
of the ghost,

long before your poor aunt
passed over,

and, indeed, took the liberty
of trespassing
for several nights,

without seeing anything.

Of course,
I had a gun with me,

which sometimes dissuades
the supernatural.

Here.

How did you take this?

While I was home, in bed.

It's a device
a friend of mine uses

for photographing animals
by night.

The animal trips over a string
that releases a flashlight
and opens the camera lens.

We still need the comfort
of a scientific explanation.

But, isn't that
the whole point
about the supernatural?

There is no
scientific explanation.

Any chance of catching
one of these things?

I'm sure all you need is
a large butterfly net
and formidable biceps.

Well, if it turns out to be
what I think it is.

It's much more unpleasant
than any ghost.

The Pecks.

The Pecks!

Splendid idea!

Who or what, is or are
the Pecks?

They work on the estate.

Two of the world's
leading authorities
on catching things in nets.

The old man's
a wonderful source

of medieval history
and folklore,

(CHUCKLES) though I have to
work through an interpreter.

Are they brushing up
on their madrigals?

(MUSIC PLAYING ON GRAMOPHONE)

(LOUDLY) Mr Peck?

Percy?

Gentry be here.

(SHOUTING OVER THE MUSIC)
How are you, Mr Peck?

The joints be bad, but
I ain't fit for burying yet.

I hear your aunt's
was a quiet one.

Her burying, I mean.

Yes, very quiet.

It was poison to some of us.

But, I won't speak ill
of the dead.

-Hello, Miss.
-Good morning, Percy.

Percy, I want you to take
Mr Campion
and Professor Cairey

down to Pharisee's Clearing,
tonight.

They think there's an animal
that wants snaring.

Do you understand?

What are you thinking of,
trapping it or shooting it?

Er, trapping it, certainly.

You say it'd be a big animal?

Er... A big animal, yes.

Job for a stack net?

MR PERCY: It won't
catch nothing!

(WHISPERING) That's a spirit!

MR PECKS: Not the net.

That'll go right through it.

Like that was water...

What do you think
about it, Percy?

I fixed up that wireless,
so the old one can hear

fellows in Paris
playing music.

If I can rule that,

I can rule any old ghost.

(SOUND OF SIGNAL FAILURE)

(DOG BARKING)

I thought here, sir.

I'll sit up there
with the net.

And, when the thing
comes beneath,

I drop the net over it.

Excellent.

I'm a simple
metropolitan person.

So, you'll have to explain
how you can be sure that

the thing comes
under the tree.

The old ones says that
it chases people, sir.

I thought you
and the professor could
sort of...

Lead that under I.

Lead that under I.

First class.

-Let me have men about me
that are Percy.
-(CHUCKLING)

Penny, come here, girl.

(DOG WHIMPERS)

Caught in a snare,
and still warm.

Somebody about,
don't fear no ghosts.

I'm off up here.

I suggest you work
around the right side
and I'll go down the left.

Constructive and symmetrical.
An ideal combination.

If there are two ghosts,
I'll meet you under the tree.

# Today I feel so happy

# So happy, so happy

# I don't know why I'm happy

# I only know I am #

(SIGHS)

(SLURPING)

(HUMMING)

(SHRIEKING)

(SCREAMING)

(DOG BARKING)

CAIREY: You know
what we got here.

CAMPION: (CHOKED VOICE)
Apart from the stink?

CAIREY: A witch.

Mrs Munsey.

Ancient witch,
frightened to death
by gentlemen detectives.

-Still alive.
-We need some way
of carrying her.

Wooden hurdles.
Same as we used
for Lady Pethwick

We're in practice, see.

CAIREY: I suspected it
from the beginning.

It's classical in its purity.

The goat horns and
the curious chanting.

There hasn't been a case
like it for fifty years.

Modern civilisation
gallops ahead
all over the world,

and then you discover a patch
that hasn't altered
for three centuries.

(CHUCKLES) The woman's
a lunatic, of course.

But there's no doubt
that she's descended

from a regular line
of practising witches.

Nothing to worry about.

Your mother fainted
in the wood.

(WHIMPERING)

I ain't done nothing.

That's what he's been doing.

I ain't done nothing!

Did your mother
frighten people away so you
could poach in the wood?

Oh, you leave him be!

Why should we leave him be,
Mrs Munsey?

He ain't right!

He don't know how to
take care of himself.

He couldn't catch nothing
if I didn't scare them.

And why did you frighten
Lady Pethwick?

(GROWLS) I never!

Was it Sammy?

Curse you!

I curse by a right line,
a crooked line.

A simple and a broken.

By flame, by wind, by water.

By a mass, by rain, by clay.

By a flying thing,
by a creeping thing.

By a serpent,
by an eye.

By a hand, by a foot,
by a crown, by a cross!

By a sword,
by a scourge,

I curse you!

(WHIMPERING)

(CHANTING GIBBERISH)

(GIBBERISH)

(SAMMY WHIMPERING)

You frightened Lady Pethwick
to death.

When you saw what you'd done,
you folded her hands
and closed her eyes.

Why did you do it?

SAMMY: She always hid
from the gentry.

She only chased country folk.

It was Daisy, what told her
about her ladyship...

MRS MUNSEY: Never
you listen to him.

He don't know nothing.

-Who's Daisy?
-MRS MUNSEY: Daisy didn't
mean for her to die.

Daisy said for
to frighten her,

so she'd take to her bed
for a day or two.

Who is Daisy?

You can't never blame Daisy!

SAMMY: I ain't done nothing!

(MRS MUNSEY SOBBING)

Who is Daisy?

-(SAMMY WHIMPERING)
-(MRS MUNSEY WAILING)

PERCY: Pardon me sir,
but I know who they mean.

Mrs Daisy.
Mrs Daisy Shannon,
as keeps the race horses.

Mrs Shannon,
as keeps the racehorses.

Breakfast.

Breakfast.

I have to feed you,
keep you alive.
It's in my contract.

-Now, get a move on with it.
-What time is it?

-Almost 4:00
in the afternoon.
-Good Lord. (SIGHS)

Now do you believe me
about ghost hunting, eh?

It takes it out of you.

I can reliably inform you,
your ten foot high goat was,
in fact,

an old, bald-headed woman.

Think I'd rather
have the goat.

Hurry up with your breakfast,
you've got to telephone
Inspector Oates.

-Why?
-Because he wants to talk
to you, that's why.

Left a message with me.

Secret code, of course.

On account he has
no faith in my integrity.

-Which, bearing in mind...
-Just give me the message.

Two o'clock this morning
there was some sort of
a gang fight in Bottle Street.

Fifteen a side,
like one of your
rugger matches.

In the course of which
some bobby keeping guard
on your flat,

-got bonked on his helmet.
-Take it.

Whereupon a raid
took place on your flat.

And several footpads and
ne'er-do-wells took off

with whoever it was,
as was dossing there.

And, whatever it was
he was supposed to be
looking after

while he was dossing there.

What about your breakfast?

Natty Johnson,
Fingers Hawkins,
and Ernie Walker for lunch.

I'll see you very soon.

You get us mixed up with
a nice set, don't you?

Those are brown bottle
and razor men
you're talking about.

Bath, nap, car,
in that order.

-Breakfast.
-Breakfast in the bathroom.

Too late,
I ate it.

(DOOR OPENS)

All right if I come in here,
Miss?

Of course,
why shouldn't it be?

It's a bit off-limits
for a humble servant.

PENNY: Don't be silly.

But his nibs says I have to
have a dicky-bird

in your shell-like.

Well, why don't you say
what you have to say

and, I'll tell you whether
I understand any of it.

Fair dues.

-Tell me what's happened.
-Well see, there's

been a bit of a shemozzle
on his manor

and he's having to go
and sort it out.

-If he's not back
by tomorrow...
-Shemozzle on his manor

Seemingly.

Mr Lugg,
the last thing I knew,
my brother Val

was staying in
Mr Campion's flat looking
after the silver chalice.

That's right.

Is he still there? Is he safe?

I'm not in a position
to divulge any details
pertaining to the shemozzle.

Even supposing I knew any,
which of course, I do not.

Thank you very much, Mr Lugg.

All we can do is carry out his
orders and hope for the best.

I see,
he left some orders.

Oh, it's always best, that.

Officer class, see.

If he's not back by tomorrow,
we have to take the beard of
the prophet to Mrs Sarah.

-The beard of the prophet?
-To Mrs Sarah.

Who is Mrs Sarah?

She's the mother superior
of a gang of gypos.

Gypsies?

-If you like.
-And what is the beard of
the prophet?

See here.

-May I look?
-He said it is
especially designed

according to an ancient
gypsy recipe

whereby it don't open.

It all seems
like total nonsense.

You know him,
when's it ever seem
like anything else?

And if it means having to go
and see a gang of gypos,
well, that's hard luck.

Don't you like gypsies?

With him, it's either
knobs or nobodies.

And, I loathe the sight of
the whole lot of them.

Begging your pardon, Miss,
present company excepted.

Do you like anybody?

Present company excepted.

I wouldn't rule it as
a possibility.

But I'd be hard put to
name any names.

Some racing stables
over there.

PENNY: Yes, it is where
Mrs Dick Shannon trains.

LUGG: Mrs Shannon?

Is that the party
as come snooping
the day after your aunt died?

Voice like a foghorn,
and nippy with it?

That's the one.

I hate women.

Especially in business.

-(SOUNDS OF CHILDREN PLAYING)
-(CAR DOOR CLOSING)

Look at them.

You wouldn't catch me spending
my life, living like this.

We've come to see a party.
Name of Mrs Sarah.

Got a message for her.

Private and confidential.

Come here.

(SHOOS CHILDREN)

(INDISTINCT MURMURING)

Who sent you, lady?

Orlando.

That's right. Orlando.

Don't worry, lady,
Sarah knows.

Tomorrow. We shall be ready.

Goodbye, lady.

-Orlando?
-One of his names.

Come on, the court
is adjourned.

You've got a lucky face,
my dear.

You'll get a fine husband.

But you won't get Orlando.

His nibs calls himself
Orlando when he goes off with
the gypos.

-Doesn't he take you with him?
-No chance.

Leaves me at home
to mind the jackdaw.
That's the sort of man he is.

-And I'm not going
to marry him.
-Yes, you've done well there.

Unless you like jackdaws.

I've never given it
much thought.

Will you drive the car
back to the tower?
I'll walk home later.

Always carry out orders
with a cheerful smile.

-Where's your intrepid friend
this morning?
-You mean Orlando?

No, I mean Mr Campion.

PENNY: He went off in a hurry
last evening.

-Really?
-Leaving us with the most
extraordinary errand.

-Us?
-I've been with Lugg to see

a sort of Gypsy Queen
on the heath.

My mother said I should never
play with the gypsies
on the heath.

And she said something
about tomorrow.

As if Albert had made
a date or something.

A strange and mysterious man.

And I shall never marry him.

CAIREY: (CHUCKLING) Really?

-(GASPS)
-What's wrong?

Val!

Val!

VAL: I was at Campion's flat.
I sat up late reading,

with the chalice
in the suitcase,
actually on my lap.

About 2:00 in the morning,
I heard a fiendish commotion.

There was a street fight
going on outside.

I was watching from
the window when...

Somebody must have
knocked me out.

-What happened next?
-A parcel.

I came to,

only a couple
of minutes later,

saw the chalice had gone
and went out into the street.

I thought I recognised
one of the men.

I followed him into
some sort of

dive in Soho, an eating place,
and into the back room.

Then I got a towel full of

ether or chloroform
in my face.

(SIGHS)

-Ah, I can remember bits
of things after that.
-Now, take your time.

And then I woke up
under the hedge.

Which seems to indicate
they've finished with you.

-That was very strange.
-PENNY: What?

The postman left us
this parcel.

When I looked at it,
it's addressed to you, Val.

Oh, it's my birthday
in two days' time.

It's probably something
hideous from one
of our relations.

Yes, but how did the postman
know you were here?

I've stopped wondering
about things like that.

Would you open it
for me Penny?

If it's a birthday present,
it shouldn't be
opened until Wednesday.

Here.

Val, it's the chalice!

But who sent it?

I could make an educated guess
on that subject,

but how you arrived
in that field
is beyond my comprehension.

Your buttonhole...

That's funny, I don't remember
that, either.

I never put flowers
in my buttonhole.

Would I be right in supposing
that's it's a...

PENNY: Yes,
you would be right.

It's called a white Campion.

(KNOCKS ON WINDOW)

(KNOCKS ON WINDOW)

-What's that?
-Ugh, countryside.

-Full of noises
I don't understand.
-No, there's someone there.

Open the door, damn it,
one of you.

I don't believe it.

I can't be responsible
for other peoples beliefs.

-Is he on his own?
-I'll check.

What do you want, Campion?

A good tip for
the Ascot Gold Cup.

Don't underestimate him.
He isn't as dumb
as he pretends.

Nobody could be that dumb.

There's nobody with him.

This is a very
interesting place.

All those empty stables,
only one horse.

Is that why you're
playing cards, Mrs Shannon?

Hoping to win enough money
to pay your debts.

Throw him out, somebody.

No, I think we should keep
him here.

-I'd feel safer.
-Do you like card tricks?

Or shall I tell your fortune,
Mrs Shannon?
You've got a lucky face.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Cut three times towards me
and wish.

I see a queen surrounded
by a pack of knaves.

I see them pursuing a crock
of gold or even a pot of gold.

I see a fair young man,

standing between her
and the pot of gold.

I see a silly old woman

and her even sillier son who
might give the game away,

and perhaps they already have.

I see a lot of journeys.

I see a far journey.

Oh yes, most certainly,

you take the long road, Daisy.

Is that all you see?

No. I see a great many
black cards.

I think there's a death
in this for somebody.

Guess who?

Put him in the gate loft
till afterwards.

It's a fair cop.
I'll go quietly, governor.

I'd like a cell with a view,
early morning call, tea,

and a copy of Sporting Life
at, say, 8:30?

Get him out of here.

(CAMPION HUMMING)

(CAMPION HUMMING)

# Never wanted to

# Can't help it #

(HUMMING)

# Falling in love again #

(DOOR LATCH OPENING)

Good evening.

You haven't shaved
at all today.

Not much of a credit
to the regiment.

I have to tell you,
Mrs Shannon,
that I can't honestly

recommend this place.

The bed creaks,
the telephone doesn't work,
room service is non-existent

and the staff
are extremely rude.

-(HORSE NEIGHS)
-Oh yes, and the people
downstairs are very noisy.

-Otherwise it's fine.
-Good!

And now I expect you've come
to tell me, I have to wear
an iron mask.

Well, I won't do it,
I tell you, I won't do it.

Why did you come here?

I suppose curiosity.

About what?

You had a perfectly good
chalice in your possession
and you weren't satisfied.

I have guaranteed to obtain
and deliver
the genuine article.

Or die in the attempt.
I think that's written
into your contract too.

One of us has
to die, certainly.

Forgive my asking,
it's my natural curiosity
and prejudice.

Are you thinking
of killing me?

Not thinking, preparing.

This is Suffolk, you know,
they take a dim view
of corpses.

They call the police.
They give evidence.

I shall leave it all
to the people downstairs.

CAMPION:
The people downstairs?

But...

The people downstairs
appear to be a horse.

Yes. His name is Bitter Aloes.

I had to sell the others.
But not this one.

He killed a stable boy
last year.

He'll kill you.

And don't rely on your Gypsy
friends coming to your rescue.

I turned them off
the heath this morning.

Take me to your stable.
I'm actually rather
good with animals.

Stay where you are.

(HORSE NEIGHING)

(FOOTSTEPS)

Campion, are you there?

Never has the sight
of a professor
been more welcome.

Here.

CAIREY: That's it. Easy now.

(HORSE NEIGHING)

Go on boy.

Don't tell me. Let me guess.
I was about to be executed
by a horse,

and you just happened
to be passing.

Penny told me about
the gypsies, the chalice
turned up in the post,

Val turned up on the hedge
wearing a white flower.

I decided to take a cycle ride
to the heath.

I found your car parked,
not far from here.

The tyres have been slashed
by the way.

CAMPION: You can't trust
anyone nowadays.
I blame talking pictures.

So, I wandered down here,
to investigate
a little further.

"Good day Mrs Shannon,
Is it true you're planning
to murder my old chum

-"Albert Campion?"
-"Good day to you,
Mrs Shannon.

"Would you be interested
in buying a few yearlings
from bonny Scotland?"

"No, not buying at the moment?

"Well, in that case,
may I have a wee look
around your stables?

"Don't let me drag you away
from urgent business. I'll see
myself off the premises."

I hid in a loose box
for a couple of hours.

Then I heard her
interviewing you.

-Did she do that?
-Making a point in the cut
and thrust of debate.

What next?

-Muggy Mathews...
-Come again?

Muggy Mathews, one of the best
cat burglars in the business.

He can climb up a sheer face
of running water.

That's how they're gonna
steal the chalice.
The real chalice.

-Lower a rope from the roof.
-Eight o'clock.

-Is that significant?
-Watch.

(GYPSIES SCREAMING)

Campion, I do believe
this is the dirtiest fighting
I've ever seen.

There are historical reasons
for it.

In the red corner, gypsies,
in the blue corner,
race gangs.

They have a long history
of ideological disputes.

Your people seem
to be doing rather well.
Will they get away with it?

They never kill. They're more
for modified disabling.

CAIREY: Looked at objectively,
it's difficult to see,
how Mrs Shannon

can raise a posse to steal
the chalice on this occasion.

I'm inclined to agree.

-I think the boys
are finished.
-We're deeply indebted.

-Pleasure.
-What happened to the woman?

The donna? Went off in her
little green motor.

Aiming to make
the Mexican border
before nightfall, I expect.

She took the rope with her.

-The rope?
-JACOB: Is she
going somewhere?

Yes. The tower.

-I'll have to go after her.
-We can take you in the bus.

You boys should scarper quick.
I'll see you at Hull Fair.

-Uh, Campion?
-What is it?

-JACOB: Orlando?
-CAMPION: Yes?

We provide transport.

Jacob, I deeply appreciate
your concern, but...

That horse kills people.

-Joey fixed it.
-JOEY: Your job, being a hero.

His job, fighting with people.
My job, fixing horses.

I've fixed hundreds of horses.

Fix them win, fix them lose,
fix them each way.

You fix him not to kill me.

He'll not kill no one
for two hours. Promise.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Come back, Mrs Shannon.

-Come back before
it's too late.
-Go to Hell!

Come back before you look
into that room or I swear,
I'll cut this rope.

-You wouldn't dare.
You haven't the courage.
-Come back.

For God's sake, come back.

Sorry. Too busy.

No... You can't be...

Hold on.

No, I'm sorry.

-No.
-Hold on. Hold on...

(SCREAMING)

(CRASHING NOISE)

VAL: Did you know
about Mrs Shannon
from the beginning?

CAMPION: I thought
she might be in it.

She was head over heels
in debt,

and about to lose
her jockey club licence.

She desperately needed
a big winner.

As big as the chalice.

And what were all those
bohemians about?

They hoped to learn enough
about the chalice to make
a copy

and persuade Val
to organise the exchange.

When I was down on my luck.

Which no longer applies.

Which no longer applies.

I think true love must be
considered an acceptable
by-product of the assignment.

Assignment?

Yes.

I may give the impression of
being a gilded amateur,

a gentleman
rather than a player,

but I've passed among you
as a vulgar professional.

At the appropriate time,
and with great discretion,

money will change hands.

Guineas, of course.

But who employed you?

Sorry, ma'am.
Not at liberty to say.

Could this be a clue?

Here. See who's come?
Orders are for you to report
to the library,

5:00 sharp.

And wear something decent, eh?
Show a bit of respect.

Have you ever considered
showing respect?

Considered it.

But I reckon showing respect
weren't invented for
the likes of me.

And the said representative
of her gracious majesty
or her heirs,

shall go up into the chamber
accompanied by the master
and his eldest son,

providing he be
of sufficient age,

and they shall show him
and prove to his satisfaction

that the treasure that they
hold in the stead of the crown

be whole and
free from blemish.

Further, we also command
that in times of trouble,

or such days as the house
of Gyrth may be in danger,

the master shall allow
two witnesses
to go with them,

strong men and true,
sworn to keep faith and all
secrecy as to the treasure,

and the manner of its keeping.

Given under our hand and seal,
this day, and so on.

I think that covers
the matter, Colonel.

Of course, I understand,
my dear Campion,

that strictly speaking,
the days of danger are passed.

But I think we might permit
a small deviation in the
somewhat archaic formula.

And it seems to me
the only courtesy, Professor,

that we can extend to you
for your courageous assistance
in this distressing affair.

I can think of
no greater honour.

...His twenty-fifth birthday.

Now, there is
another tradition
to which we must adhere.

The entrance to the chamber is
a closely guarded secret

known only to my predecessors
and the Colonel's,

and soon, of course,
to his son.

I feel sure I shall offend
neither of you if I ask you
to wear one of these.

Remove the blindfolds.

What a lovely, lovely thing.

I see it now, just beautiful.

I couldn't understand why I
wasn't told at the beginning
about the second chalice.

My boss is a man of
very conservative ideas,

and having taken
an oath of secrecy,
he couldn't break it.

He had to let me find out
for myself.

I'm sorry, Campion,
I wasn't paying attention.

It doesn't matter.

I was entertaining
an unworthy thought,
the chalice...

Oh, what a piece of work.

Has cost heaven knows
how many lives
over the centuries.

And, you know,
I think it's worth it.

But what did she see?
And why did she say
those things?

"No you can't be."

The light was shining
directly on the figure,
the head was upraised.

"No, you can't be" alive?

And let me offer the thought
that on the night,
the visor was up.

She saw the face.

It may be a very
shocking sight.

But did she hear a voice?

(CHUCKLES) We all hear voices
from time to time.

There are more things
in heaven and earth, Orlando.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)