[ Door opens; closes ]
[ Door opens ]
[ Spits out cigar end ]
[ Door opens; closes ]
[ Sees which mineature Sarah's working on ]
[ Hears lighter noise ]
[ Sees smoke in other room ]
[ Door opens; closes ]
[ Steals same mineature; pulls out nail ]
[ Sees dust outline of vase on table ]
[ Front doorbell sounds ]
[ Opens door; closes ]
[ Sarah ] - Oh!
[ Other person ] - Aw.
Get back downstairs. You can't answer the door in those clothes.
I'm not answering in these clothes. I'm going out in these clothes.
[ Doorbell rings ]
These are my clothes... for going out...in.
Well that's not your door for going out in
Downstairs and through the area.
Area?
What do you say area?
[ Opens door ]
- Oh?
Oh.
- Is my brother in?
Completely.
Asleep.
Still? - Still.
Well, that I think depends.
When did you last observe him so?
But it's nearly noon.
- No...It's only nearly half-passed eleven.
You may say... - Yes, you have introduced yourself.
- Unless your brother has more than one sister.
He hasn't.
And you've introduced yourself, too.
- How? - With your accent.
If it's Swedish.
It is.
'How do you do?,' as the English say. Never expecting to be told.
Good morning.
- Cab!
- [ Door closes ]
- Oh!
Good morning, Sarah.
[ Closes door ]
I didn't expect you back today, Miss Elizabeth.
I know.
You wasn't up there long. Hardly a long goodbye.
I thought it was just now, too.
Hmm?
When the Captain went out.
Captain Ryttsen?
I thought he was still asleep.
No, it's my brother who is.
I trust Edward isn't, too.
Edward? Didn't he just answer the door to you?
I'm sure he didn't unless he's caught a Swedish accent
from our guests and acquired a gentleman's wardrobe.
My luggage tickets, Euston.
Would you give it to Edward, please?
And...here's cab fare.
I don't think this'll be enough, Miss. Elizabeth.
Even without the extra for the luggage, there's only enough here for one way.
Yes, the way back. The way Edward shall walk.
Of course, being a footman.
Would that be all, Miss. Elizabeth?
- No, Sarah, not quite.
When my mother originally interviewed you for the position here,
did you wear anything like that?
Like this?
No, Sarah, like that.
Oh no, I wasn't in uniform then.
Were you in silk? That's the point.
Point, Miss. Elizabeth?
I should think if you were, Sarah, you'd have been recommended
to seek employment in Paris.
Don't you like my uniform?
Aw, I quite do. Excepting only that although so individual
it is a uniform.
But when my parents return greet them in something
a little less...emancipated.
Emaciated?
I think you understood me, Sarah.
Also, Sarah.
Yes, Miss. Elizabeth.
Yes, Sarah...how often do you travel by cab?
Hmm?
Not many an underhouse parlormaid would be expected
to know the fare to and fro the first railway station mentioned her.
Oh well, Miss. Elizabeth,
I haven't been an underhouse parlormaid very long.
- [ James laughs ]
Down, Sarah.
In your silk...to the kitchen, please.
I should like not morning tea, but coffee.
Much of it...black.
Here I think will Captain Ryttsen.
I didn't know I've got up so late. It was already Monday.
Or are you indeed a weekend early?
Father bagged 37 brace yesterday.
Mother and (Lucy say) that Olive May Agertigo
will soon become the Countess of Drogheda.
The traffic along the bedroom landings
of husbands who would come without wives
to the doors of wives who would come without husbands,
differs from that of Piccadilly only in that
the pedestrians wore dressing gowns.
Between the slaughter of grouse, reputations and fidelities
I decided that Perkshire in October was no place for a girl
with a social conscience.
Oh, Lord, I'd hoped you'd left yours up there.
At a Scottish house party consciences are deposited in the Kirk.
[ Door closes ]
They are visited every Sunday,
dusted off and (tossed) back on the side again.
I prefer to carry mine on my own shoulders where I can see it.
Like an organ grinders monkey always obey.
Rose caught a (cost) at Kirk.
Rose?
A mund, who is short for Rosie to our Jewish visitors
and for Rosamund to our gentiles.
Our head house parlormaid acting as my duenna.
Oh, Rose.
Rose.
Pearce, however, is well.
You do remember our chauffeur now doubling as Father's loader.
I also remember Hudson our butler now doubling as Father's valet.
And I see no reason to inquire after the health of every servant
who's had to traipse from the basement to the nearest highlands of Scotland.
Which, James, is why you should have gone out the shoot and not me.
You have the appropriate attitude, that of indifference.
How indifferent was Mother when you insulted her Caledonian host by leaving?
Oh, Mother has her reason not to notice mine.
Roberts... Do you remember Roberts?
Mother's ladies maid. How is she?
- Shattering, as usual. - Huh?
Perhaps it's the lowland) weather. The shivering it induces.
But in two crisp, raw weeks she's demolished more household
ornaments up there than she did down here all summer.
Oh, has she broke so much down here?
Didn't you notice?
How could I? There's so much knickknackery littered about the place
it's all a blur to me.
Well, and to me, too but... Mother wonders if Roberts
might not be best left up there.
Particularly as the McCluran children seem to have taken a fancy to her.
If she became a nanny, what she broke
and what the Mac children broke might prove indistinguishable.
Might even have the goodness to break (a child).
Oh, by all means (looka) debauch, but china is (sounder).
So.
How have you found Sarah?
Sarah?
I distinctly heard you address her by name in the hall just now, so
I am confident you need not be reminded who, or rather,
what she is these days.
I distinctly didn't find her.
You found her... in a queue for hot soup.
You also reinstalled her here.
On approval.
So...has she proved satisfactory?
Should, in short, Sarah be retained?
I hardly (niched) the girl.
For that's a recommendation in itself.
[ Sigh ]
But this isn't.
She dusts around.
(Oh, say on?)
There's so much dust here Alice must have started it.
Oh no, Rose would have seen.
What d'you mean [ Shake head for no ]?
You can't say that, because if Rose had seen she'd have
reprimanded Alice, and had her dust never again around at all.
If there'd been anything to see.
And if she'd have seen it if there had been.
Alice?
Rose.
I don't think you follow me.
I don't think you've quite made yourself clear.
As clear as the litter you've left on the floor.
- Hm? - No doubt picking it up might occupy Sarah but
what you (just) haven't put any tasks for example.
Dropping cigar bands on the floor as you did is only slightly moreso
(lively) as picking up cigar ends.
Is that what you propose to do next?
I pierced my cigar. Didn't you notice?
And threw the band in there, look.
- Threw it so hard it bounced off the flames?
- Huh? - And over the room through the door to there.
And I do fancy I can just perceive an expectorated cigar end.
Extraordinary. I could have sworn that...
You and Axel aren't gonna get along, I fear.
Cigar bands are neither here nor there to him either.
- Axel? - Captain Ryttsen.
You were saying it is your guest who has behaved like a pig down here
this morning and not yourself.
My guest has the (keen) habits of his race.
Did I not tell you he'd be a Swede?
Sure he is.
Then you should not be surprised therefore to hear that
he is where he is every morning hard on noon still in his bath.
Oh yes, I should think.
I confess it's a place not commonly frequented by Englishmen every
morning...let alone week.
I think you're mistaken, James.
I think...however scrubbed he has been a (chopped and a smuggled)
about this house while you snored, in your own porcine way, soundly on.
He is also an officer and a gentleman.
I trust, Elizabeth, when I introduce you to him you will use language
that justifies my describing you as my sister.
Pig isn't a word one commonly associates with breeding.
Isn't it?
I thought that to breed was the purpose of a pig.
Hence the expression, (old mess), to pigs.
I have never observed, nor heard of it observed,
a man give birth.
No, it's invariably women who bear the consequences of swinish behavior.
Other than to behave like a pig, what's the purpose of you guest
in turning Mother's favorite room into a sty?
Well, if anybody did, I did.
A noble pretense, James.
But as one does all these by halves you are not capable of such squalidity.
Apparently I was this morning.
Apparently?
Well, who else could have been?
It is Sarah's first morning duty to clean these rooms.
Since then the only cigar smoker to set foot, or should I say trotter,
in them has been myself.
[ Lights cigar; smokes and coughs from the smoke ]
Dear me, too much schnapps last night.
Too much what?
A Scandinavian beverage.
Axel brought a barrel.
Hardly having noticed Sarah, how can you so surely adumbrate her duty?
[ Blow ]
To the extent (of having) any confidence can you trust this room at all this morning.
(Uh, it's nice to warm.)
I am confident, Elizabeth, because apart from palpably lighting a fire
she's also palpably tidied away my cigar case.
What cigar case?
The cigar case I left... there last night.
You've never had a cigar case.
I have now.
Abracadabra a cigar case.
An invisible one.
No.
I repeat, the Captain is a Swede.
We were discussing a fictitious cigar case not an unsalubrious foreigner.
Swedes!
And I'll tell you what it is I'd rather be a pig than a prig.
Happy civilized habit of bringing gifts to their host.
He brought me a very splendid cigar case.
Even had the pleasant thought to have it inscribed not only with
my initials but the crest of my regiment.
I'll believe it when I see it.
- Yes, gold all through.
You'll melt it down or...?
Or?
Might it have more value at the frame it is?
I haven't seen one like it before.
It would be sacrilege to separate it from the portrait.
This is Tudor.
Burn the portrait.
Burn it?
Well, no.
Yes, yes. It's a family heirloom.
It could be very easily traced.
Not on the continent.
- Ah. - Ahaaa.
Take it to Heiskür in Amsterdam. I shall accept 30% of his 25%.
It's worth my trouble. I will (sell) it straight to Stockholm.
It's worth more than all you brought me since you came to London.
Hmm.
Well, there are another six.
I advise you strongly to attend to them, forgetting all else.
This, however, is by no means glass.
And it is by no means of irresistible value.
Leave it. I'll reset the diamond in an engagement ring.
I'll leave you...this instead.
Hmm.
By itself, it is scarcely worth leaving.
But with the other pieces from the set.
Uh.
How will you bring them... one by one?
None by none.
- Keep that one for surrendering.
Surrendering.
To whom?
I shall tell you before I leave.
Skaol
[ Speaking Swedish ]
Skaol
A nice shield...worth noting.
Have a cigar.
[ Both spit out cigar ends ]
You will see my cigar case when Sarah returns it to me.
(The day of) bluster, James. It's a sign of mendacity.
- I...am indifferent to your insults.
What is worse, spiteful sister, you're aging into a worse spinster.
- Sticks and stones, James, break no bones.
You got that wrong: Not bones--crone. ([ Heel click ])
- Is that why you've come back so early? ([ Heel click again ]) - Huh?
- So you've noticed, so correct me that my guest is a bachelor.
Oh, really, Jimmie-child.
Curiosity thrilled the cat, huh?
- I will recite the precise curiosity value of you cigar-biting friend when he returns.
At the moment I am fully occupied by Mother's request to see
if the maid I've engaged is proving satisfactory.
If by that you mean Sarah, stop play-acting.
I heard you tell the girl not to wear silk
so you decided to retain her before you arrived.
THAT, was before she took so long to bring the coffee you ordered.
Oh, (for workly) I'd forgotten it so why shouldn't she?
Didn't you hear me mention Axel to her?
Isn't it possible that she was listening for him to come down
not wishing my coffee to get cold, while I, polite as ever, await him?
Captain Axel Ryttsen has come down.
And Captain Axel Ryttsen has gone out.
When?
He passed me at the door.
And I told Sarah, so.
Really?
Never known him to get up before noon, previously.
Except on maneuvers.
He didn't impress me as a (rip).
Why should he have?
Well, with this (hindre) and that you led me to expect one.
Instead I saw (a man) who looked the part but behaved like a (metronome).
I led you to expect someone who'd come and go while you were away.
Ah, am I untimely?
Huh?
Have you been (wrongly here)?
Wrongly?
Schnapping?
I never knew that beverage had the aroma of lavender.
It hasn't.
Well, this sofa has.
And that chair exudes acid of roses.
My guest, Elizabeth, is here on his military duties.
I am merely returning the hospitality in every possible particular
that he afforded me when I was in his country on duty.
Romping has nothing to do with it.
[ Notices missing mineature ]
Find my cigar case, Sarah?
Sir?
I left a...
Never mind. Ahem
Sarah?
Yes, Miss Elizabeth.
What is so special about these?
Um?
This and that.
Would that be Chinese?
I mean, Sarah, they appear to be the only ornaments under which you have dusted.
It's just that I'm frightened to break the bigger things.
So I don't like to shift them.
I should not have thought you were a girl so easily frightened, Sarah.
Perceiving you were still in silk.
Well I'm only aide till Monday.
You may go out this afternoon, if you wish.
Um?
To remain here after Monday
in the unsilken uniform you would do well to come back with
from you're afternoon outing.
Thank you, Miss Elizabeth.
Ahem... Why disperse these?
- This belongs in there and so does that (with the service). - [ Door closes ]
Then Mother dispersed the set. Why shouldn't she?
So that she could put it all back together again
when she came back from Scotland?
As she so often says.
One must keep oneself occupied.
What is getting up at midday's doings?
Huh?
The gallant captain's military duties?
Or, shall it transpire that he isn't in as much need
to recover from these nightly romps as are you.
It has to do, Elizabeth, with the arduous nature of his military duties.
Oh?
I recollect when I was in Sweden observing maneuvers for the War Office
my duties were so pressing I never got into plain clothes.
You will see that the captain suffers the same inconvenience.
By 'plain clothes' you mean what?
That he is so constantly on duty that he invariably wears his regimental uniform.
Surely you noticed that at the door.
Well, if that was a uniform, James, it was a most (unpleasanted) one.
- The color of snuff and not a brass button in sight. - [ Door opens ]
[ Door slams ]
- Good morning. - Morning.
Ah.
So early.
And so charming.
But are you Flossie?
[ Kisses hand ]
Or Flo?
[ Kisses other hand ]
I am to guess?
Flossie or Flo who?
- This is my sister, Elizabeth.
I assure you I am no less charmed.
Elizabeth. [ Kisses hand again ]
But will Flossie and Flo no less be too when they arrive
for their afternoon romp and find me present?
Romp?
What is romp?
More to the point, sir, who are you?
Captain...
James, please introduce me.
My sister well knows who you are, Captain Ryttsen.
I didn't hear you go out...nor return.
Out?
Out!
- It appears Captain my brother, in the absence of his parents,
has been dining your countrymen in this house, en masse.
Coffee?
Please.
- And, possibly due to your barrel of schnapps and
- various ladies Flossies and Floes,
at least one of them was unable to proceed home until after breakfast.
Breakfast?
Just a little bite of cigar.
[ Sound of carriage arrival ]
Flossie?
Or Flo?
- [ Sigh ] [ Door opens ]
[ Bell rings ]
[ Opens both doors ]
Look. Listen. Up it. Round and down through the bloody area.
Good noon, Edward.
[ Door slams ]
And you can get out of your fancy dress.
Your little panto's finished. Yours and your captain.
You left the luggage there. It's in my way.
The daughter's back, you fool. Miss Elizabeth.
Oh, charming girl. She will amuse the captain.
Pssst.
Look, get back down there. If she sees you, it'll take
more than your precious captain to defend you.
Uh, did you drop something?
Yes, a hint as big as...
What?
[ Tosses cigar case behind Edward ]
[ Door opens ]
- [ Door opens ]
My, look who's being so helpful.
You don't mind I'll finish Mrs. Bridges now, do you?
Well, a cook likes to be home in a kitchen.
Not in the pantry, you know.
I like manly company.
Well if I'd a known that I'd have you help me out with the luggage, just now.
Ah, but that was woman's luggage.
Oooh, what is it?
Garlic.
Oh, it's horrible.
Well if Swedes like it.
Um, filthy beasts.
Not fit for a Dago.
- Now, Sarah, don't you be so prim.
Or you'll come to no proper end.
I'm uh,... I'm sorry I went off at you just now, but
you really shouldn't come in the front dressed like that...
Sir, these are my clothes for coming in the front...in.
[ Scoff ]
In England servants know their place, and they get to it through the area.
In Sweden underhouse parlor maids do not do the work of kitchen maids.
Now you leave her alone. She's, uh, being helpful because she like to stay.
Stay what?
A virgin?
Aw, that's an awful thing to say.
Agreed, but I should say in her case the difficulty would be the opposite.
Now you see this cold, skinny back.
It is her back. Not a bony breast.
Now you mind your wicked tongue.
Here, I'll give you a nice new pin for this.
He'll need his tiger stripes on.
To remind you what an insignificant little person he is.
Now in my tiger stripes I might use the area,
but dressed like this.
I'd be taken for an English gentleman, sweeping down to get a working
girl into trouble.
English gentlemen don't do that, 'cause English working girls
won't let them.
What do Swedish gentlemen do?
I've been invited. I shall demonstrate.
Ow! [ Slap ]
- A woman isn't a little girl. - Sarah!
Look what he did.
You see, virginity is just another word for hysteria,
sprung from self-inflicted... disappointment.
[ Bow ]
Foreigners.
[ Crunch; smack ]
They're all the same.
Different.
- [ Opens; closes door ] - And in the hall, cigar case on the stairs.
What else did you shed, romping you're way to bed?
[ Sound of carriage arriving ]
Yes.
Hmm?
This time...yes.
Flossie and Flo.
What makes you so sure?
- Experience.
They're acquaintances of James, but I'm a gentleman
they have not met before,
so like all English ladies consumed by curiosity they will be punctual.
Your experience should tell you, Captain, that in England
ladies do not call on gentlemen at all.
In Sweden every woman is a lady to every gentleman.
Do you play cards?
What?
Flossie and Flo do.
They said they'll stake their clothes on a hand
and lose with a smile.
- Before luncheon? - Luncheon?
If they are as expert as James has promised
the game will not come to a climax until after dinner.
- Then bon appétit, or should I say bon rompers? - [ Door opens ]
The Dowager Duchess of Amiera and the Dowager Marchioness of Calenzo.
Ha!
- Yes, (Miss) Elizabeth. - [ Door closes ]
- Ahem, ahem.
This is Captain Ryttsen.
Ho!
Why are you in uniform?
- To do battle. [ Heel click and bow ] - - Ha, haa.
You've filled out.
Hasn’t she, Flo?
Yes, Flossie.
Where did you get that marvelously bloody color?
Scotland.
[ Door opens ]
Good God!
Shut that.
[ Closes door ]
[ Sarah chuckles and kisses ] Umm.
- - Umm!
- - Ahh ha, ha, ha!
Ummm. Ugh!
[ Kiss ] Who was that?
You were not in the kitchen.
I've got to go out.
Out for what?
Out for to buy myself a cotton uniform.
I've been asked to stay.
Ah, that's good. You can ask.
That was a wee (bis) before.
Yeah, but it is not good that you stole a picture.
You did, didn't you?
Only to save you the trouble.
Yes, but the mark on the wall?
Who cares. We will not be taking the wall.
[ Tosses on bed ]
[ Sarah giggles then kiss ]
Now when you go out... [ Kiss ]
When you go out.
I want you to find a messenger.
And have him deliver this.
You shall tell the messenger it's from the Embassy of Sweden.
And that it is urgent.
That is what this inscription means in my language.
You perceive?
This is address for Captain Rytessn.
Well?
[ Kiss ] - Ummm. - Um. Um.
He's here now!
So, yeah, his way will tell the messenger to deliver.
Now, in Sweden you will behave like a Swedish girl
that is without question.
Who's gonna teach me?
We have time...for a quick lesson.
[ Door opens ]
Yes.
It's for you, Axel.
Oh.
How intrusive.
From the Swedish Embassy, sir. Urgent.
I must ask you to...
Don't retire with it.
Indeed, don't you retire at all.
Thank you.
I don't read Swedish.
I am summoned to Stockholm.
Never mind Stockholm.
I regret I must.
Immediately.
I must remind you, sir.
You are ahead.
It is not a position from which an officer and a gentleman
may propose to stop playing.
I do not propose. This...insists.
Will you accept my note
for 730 pounds?
And mine for 810?
Umm?
- Would you prefer to count your winnings yourself?
Winnings?
What gentleman wins from a lady?
Please.
[ Raps on table rapidly ]
Hearts.
For you I think...diamonds.
- [ Chuckles ] - - Oh?
Why do you do it?
Winning is so easy. Cheating so dangerous.
But you have some (goose). Think of the risk.
I always do and always survive it.
But one day you'll be accused before you've time to explain,
and then your reputation will be gone.
That is the essence of the excitement.
What more can a man risk... than his reputation?
An how else so surely yet...innocently?
More dangerous than you think.
- I was pretty sure you sere cheating. - No.
As a player you knew I was cheating.
As my friend...you weren't quite sure.
Now, I may go.
Oh.
I shall shake your hand on my way out in only a few moments.
Torkel will remain behind to receive some things I've purchased for gifts
upon my homecoming and will follow as best he can.
Torkel?
Torkel Kraft.
A groom and valet.
Or as the English say because of the waistcoat...my tiger.
[ Door opens ]
[ Shuts door ]
- [ Door opens ]
- [ Door closes ]
- Darling. - Um?
Darling?
- Uh? - This is Torkel's friend.
You are Sarah?
Surprise ya?
Um, I never saw so well-dressed an underhouse parlor maid.
We're two of a kind Torkel and me.
But if you are here... that means that he leaves today.
Yes?
Half-past four.
- Message delivered. - You're very calm. - Um?
Torkel told me what you were going to do.
Oh. [ Shrug ]
Wait.
Your parcel.
Oh, my (oval) cotton uniform.
Still, I only have to wear it a couple of hours.
If you do what Torkel said you've agreed to.
I shall do it at four o'clock sharp.
Tell Torkel that.
- With this. - With that.
Until four o'clock, then.
I don't suppose we'll meet again.
Um, perhaps.
[ Laughs ] He promises me every year he'll show me his Stockholm.
Oh well I'll send you a post card when I get there next week
- and I'll get Torkel to send you one as well. - Oh.
Or, would that be dangerous?
How could it be?
- It would be evidence linking us, Shawn. - Evidence.
That is a policeman's word.
Besides, aren't you forgetting it won't be a real policeman?
Ah! Silly me.
Yes, Sarah, silly you.
As four o'clock.
Good.
And then, I should give this back and say my piece.
And I'll get into this and say mine.
Speak to no stranger on the ferry.
Why can't we go across the North Sea together?
I doubt James Bellamy has 200 pounds upon his person.
- You will most certainly have to wait until the morning. - Huh?
The banks.
But you'll wait for me every boat at Norkevellen till I come?
Into you cotton.
Be ready in ten minutes.
Less.
[ Door opens ]
[ Closes door ]
[ Knocks on door ]
Come in.
[ Door opens ]
Huh? Off are you?
Ahem.
Might I ask you, sir... did you give my master this?
Huh?
When he told me he was going ahead under urgent orders
I opened his suitcase to begin packing.
He told me he'd already packed, and I should need only to bring his luggage
with me, which I found curious.
I had the suitcase open you see, sir,
and he saw me perceive this.
Uh, what was even more curious is that he seemed to have a
need to say something about it,
to me,...his servant.
What he said was... that you had given it him
as a farewell present.
What is even more curious, Kraft,
is your behavior as a servant in the absence of your master.
It is not the first time, sir, that I have taken measures
to preserve the honor he delights to put at risk.
- I can best explain by saying that when he plays cards...-Yes.
I know.
What's the connection with that?
He not only pretends to cheat, he pretends to steal.
It's due to the Scandinavian sickness.
- Huh? - Uh, boredom, sir.
The long winter nights, I believe.
Unfortunately last winter was so protracted I feared all summer
he will for once would take too big a risk.
He returns these things you see...with a teasing letter.
Then you better take it with you.
So that he can have his fun.
I am perturbed I did not see the contents of the light bag he took.
T, thank you for the Schnapps he left me.
Sets like that always have ten pieces.
- Today I can count only eight in the house including this one. - Kraft!
I am utterly fed up with being asked by all and sundry about
the peregrinations of those objects.
It is possible that they, uh, were shifted in order to make it
more difficult to notice how many remained.
The tie pin you're wearing and that cigar case you're just opening
the captain tried to take them, too.
I found them and made sure your footman found them, too, so to speak.
I fear that's why...the captain's gone without me.
He realizes what I've done, and he's too furious
to tolerate my presence till...he's calmed down.
I'm not surprised. It might stop the two of you.
Yesterday I made sure your cook found your cuff links,
and the day before the underhouse parlor maid
found your gold pencil.
Were you not suspicious about all those objects disappearing?
My objects are always disappearing.
Then, sir, you would not be able to say if everything...was in it's place now?
- You do see my point?
No.
If anything has disappeared, it will eventually return
according to your own statement.
- But in what manner, sir?
Frequently to extend the risk he places pieces in pawn,
and sends the ticket with a money draft for redemption.
Now what if an item of value arises suspicion?
What if the police are advised before the captain has explained?
From the way they have returned the things they've thought they found
you know you have honest servants.
But even so, your whole household would fall under suspicion.
What will you tell the police?
That a friend took it in jest?
What if red roses turned blue?
You might not be present when the police call, sir.
Perhaps your sister would recall the captain from the jury's description.
Yes.
I apologize.
You did well to warn me.
A better surely, sir, if someone with no real reputation to lose
sacrificed it.
Huh?
The underhouse parlor maid.
Sarah?
The captain, I regret to say, has tastes for younger women
than the ladies to whom you've introduced him.
- Are you daring to suggest... - Uh no sir, to tell.
I trust you shan't have to bear the consequences of his tastes.
But I don't see why she should suffer for his pranks.
- [ Bell ringing ] - She's quite willing to
for suitable compensation.
- Ah... - Eh, no sir, not blackmail.
Compensation.
If anything should be brought here by the police,
she will then say she pawned it.
If you will then say you gave it to her.
Good Lord, gave it to her. Why?
For services rendered, sir.
By night.
Except you will hardly need to say so.
It's the only explanation to spring to mind.
To a dirty mind.
The policemen are only human, too, sir.
And what is Sarah?
There'll be gossip like that in every decent house in London, I suppose.
And therefore, if the occasion arises, she will accept 200 pounds.
A six or seven year's wages.
I'm sure, too, sir, when the captain hears,
he will contribute another 200 and insist upon recompensing you.
And you, Kraft?
What'll be your reward?
Oh, I have that, sir...allways.
In the estimation my master has for me.
- Sir. - Huh?
The police, sir, and a person whose name I could not catch.
A foreign name, sir.
[ Door opens ]
[ Opens door ]
- [ Opens door ]
You sent for me, sir?
- Yes, come in, Sarah, please.
- Eh, you are the Sarah... - I...will question my own servants, Inspector.
Yes, sir.
Now, Sarah,...this is a policeman,... this is a jeweler.
And they, ahem, sayd a certain person pawned this article this afternoon,
[ Sarah winks ] and was followed back here.
No, the other piece, sir. Not that one.
The one I brought.
Really, does it matter?
Was followed back here, Sarah,
because the jeweler took it upon himself to think it suspicious
that so well-dressed a person should want to pawn anything.
Now, Sarah...have you anything you feel you might...say about it?
I don't know the precise value of it.
But I should think it would fetch... 200 pounds.
Maybe 300 pounds?
Ah...well, yes.
I want to tell the truth, sir, all of it.
Anything you have to say.
I pawned it.
To him.
I'm sorry, sir. I haven't pawned everything you've given me,
but I thought, well, if someone was to come into my room
and see that they might (tumble) to us and... [ Gasp ]
I'm afraid I'll have to ask you, sir, whether you, indeed, did give
that article to the young woman?
Ahem, I trust you'll then have the discretion to ask no more.
I see, sir.
Uh, quite, sir.
I, too, apologize, sir.
I thought...I thought...
And I apologize to you, Miss.
I could have sworn a gentleman pawned it.
I must have been dreadfully confused. [ Knocking on door ]
- Sir. - Huh?
The police, sir, and a lady whose name I could not catch.
Oh, what are you doing here?
- What are you?
- Good afternoon, Lieutenant.
Ah, Inspector Hurst.
- You identify this man as the person?
- Certainly not. This man is my husband.
And didn't I tell you it was a...
That's her!
What is this?
Identify this as your property, sir?
Well, my Mother's, yes.
Where did you get it?
- I got it.
From her.
What are you doing here?
I thought that I had received stolen property.
I went to the police.
- The two of us? - Uh, huh.
Oh, we have two shops, you see.
When this girl brought that miniature I could tell at a glance it was a Henod.
But I made sure of it with the National Portrait Society.
They were able to tell.
It's of enormous value.
Hardly the thing to be given lightly to a servant.
Given... Huh, to a servant?
Now I know that I confuse nobody.
That was the woman.
Good heavens, she's probably been pawning things
all over London all afternoon.
I didn't. I pawned... I mean I bought this cotton uniform.
Look!
I must ask you, sir, most regretfully,...
why you pretended to shield a thief?
- Will you permit a foreigner?
As my master left only two hours ago,
I conclude that Lieutenant Bellamy was concerned that so timely
a departure after robbery might place him under suspicion.
And being unaware that anything of real value had been stolen
told us, as the English say, a white but noble lie
even if it meant sacrificing his own domestic reputation.
[ Heel click ]
I will tell the captain, and I am sure he will be impressed and touched, sir.
I trust I may absent myself from the distressful spectal
of this young miscreant's arrest.
[ Sarah, loudly ] You criminal!
These are real police.
I'm in no doubt of it,... and no doubt they will see to it
that you will feel quite at home in prison.
[ Heel click ] Au revoir.
- [ Door opens ]
[ Swedish? ] (It is all a going to be a good year for Amsterdam.)
- What did he say?
- That it is unusually good weather for Amsterdam. - It's raining.
It's his way of saying that the miniatures are genuine.
- [ Swedish ] - What now?
- [ Swedish ] - He says it's a famous set.
- [ Swedish ] - But there should be seven.
- [ Swedish ] - Such a pity we stole only six.
Tell him one had to be sacrificed.
To my reputation.
It was so hard to preserve what's left of it
since I was court-martialed over that unfortunate card game.
With my colonel.