02x06 - Episode 6

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My honoured British guests.

Luther is wanting to sell a Second
Folio of Shakespeare...

Exceptionally rare.

Giving us time to find out...
Discreetly.

What happened to my father on
December 5th, 1936.

And I'm afraid there's been
a m*rder.

IN GERMAN: Ich furchte es hat einen
Mord gegeben.

Knecht Ruprecht hits wicked children
with a bag of ashes,

drowns them, or stuffs them in a sack
and carries them to hell.

SHE SPEAKS GERMAN

You turn up here under
false pretences,

and then he claims
to be my own flesh and blood.

I... I'm your grandson,
I... I'm Felix's son.

A conspiracy that ends with
the deaths of

Kaufmann and Duttweiler.

Everything all right back there?
Yes... Yes, of course.

Luther was paying
for two patients at the sanatorium.

What the hell did you do to Felix?

Luther is the key to all this.

I'm going to run.

Run? Where?

To England, to find... him.

-Book?
-Yes.- Then you must go now.

Luther will be wondering where
you are.

-Come with me, Irma.
-What?

Come with me. Let's both get away
from this terrible place.

You don't need me, Felix.

But this...

this will be of more help.

Good luck, my dear.

Hurry, now, hurry!

SHE SIGHS

Luther!

What a night!

What a party!

SHE SPEAKS GERMAN

That's it, that's all, she says.

Felix took off.

Irma says she never saw him again.

Next day, he was dead.

So, Irma's decided to trust us now?

And she knows who you are?

Uh, there was a photograph,
Felix left it.

Are you all right?

Yeah, yeah, I just... I didn't sleep
much, yeah.

So, what happened to Felix then?

After Luther followed him?

Well, he must have followed him?
Right?

Caught him and then took him back to
the sanatorium?

Everything seems to lead back there,

so that's where we
need to head as soon as we...

It's Luther Von Bode.

Clues? Developments? New leads?

m*rder*d.

Christ alive, who's next?

Alberta!

Hey, hey... you don't suppose this,
uh, Knecht Ruprecht thing

could, could actually... I hardly
think so.

Alberta, please!

There's no kedgeree.

I can't eat this muck.
SHE RINGS BELL

-Alberta!
-I specifically asked forkedgeree.

Haven't you told her?

Yes, of course he has.

But me starving isn't
going to bring Luther back, is it?

Duttweiler!

Oh, no! Of course, he's dead too.
Hopeless.

I always said this place was like
a morgue, now it's come true.

We need to get out of here.

-We can't.
-Why the hell not?

I mean, some nut job is out there
picking people off.

Why should we stay here

and wait for one of us to be next?

They can't keep us here!

You have all heard?

I know... no kedgeree.

No, no, no, no, no, not you, son.
Eh?

I'm afraid you're too involved in
all this

to be part of the investigation
anymore.

Wait, I'm a suspect?

We have to consider
every possibility.

Long-lost relative turns up out of
the blue,

and within a few hours, the old
man's been stabbed?

Come off it.
Why would I want to do him in?

Quite, and we weren't even here when
the first m*rder happened.

Nevertheless...

Bear with, Jack.

I'm sure it'll all come out in
the wash.

k*lled at approximately midnight
last night.

Death would've been pretty
much instantaneous.

Letter knife in the ribs... nasty.

And rather mundane given what we've
become accustomed to.

No coal, no soot,
no hanging in burlap.

Unless I'm much mistaken,

Knecht Ruprecht doesn't
traditionally skewer his victims

-with stationery equipment.
-No.

Mmm.

-Ah.
-What is it?

Shakespeare Folio.

-What, nicked?
-Missing, at any rate.

Ah... would you mind?

IN GERMAN: Die Wahrheit wird ans
Licht kommen,

die Sonne wird es
an den Tag bringen.

The truth will come to light,
the sun will reveal it.

Motto?

Sounds more like a threat,
don't you think?

Sent to him then?

Well, we'd better speak
to our suspects... again.

-Pohl, can you arrange that?
-Mmm.

Can't say I'll shed any tears
for him.

"With coal, then sack, then switch of
birch."

Where's the birch, Inspector?

Doesn't fit the pattern, does it?

It doesn't... fit.

-Jack, you picked up a few things in prison, yes? A few, uh, tips?
-Tips?

You know the sort of thing,
forging signatures,

exchanging tobacco for favours,
uh... breaking and entering?

Oh, right.

Yeah, what's happened?

The Shakespeare Folio is missing.

-What?
-It's gone from Luther's desk, I need you to find out where it is.

Well, it's obvious, isn't it?

The Duchess.

We shall see.

We're about to start the questioning,

people will be in and out... all
morning.

Righto.

Leave it with me.

Oh, and, keep your wits about you.

Remember...

there's a k*ller out there.

Thanks.

Anything else?

Uh, no, that's fine.

Uh, Nora, do you... um... have a
minute?

Sit down, please.

My uncle doesn't like me
to fraternise with the customers.

I hoped I was rather more than
a customer.

Oh?

We're friends, aren't we?

Are we?

Oh, sit down, please.
I'll answer to Yusuf, don't worry.

Well?

What's the matter, Nora?

You've been off
with me all weekend.

Maybe I don't like the company.

What do you mean?

I've seen him...

that fella with the tache, coming
and going, all hours.

Colonel Winters.

Oh, a soldier, is he?

Yeah, looks the type.

He's a very good friend.

Obviously.

Look Nora, I'm not going to
patronise you,

tell you that this is grown-up
business

that only grown-ups can understand.

Thought you weren't
going to patronise me?

It's complicated.

You and Mr Book...

the shop...

it's...

oh, I need it...

I need you.

Ever since my mum and dad died,

you've been the most important thing
in the world to me.

Now Mr Book's away
and you're... off with soldier-boy.

I don't want things to change.

Please don't change.

-More tea?
-No, thank you.

Ah, kintsugi.

You are familiar with the technique?

I was in Japan a little... before the
w*r.

It's a method for repairing pottery
using gold-dusted lacquer,

the idea being not to disguise
the breakage, but to show it.

To celebrate it.

Oh, make do and mend.
Mr Attlee would approve.

Speaking of, um, delicate things

last night, you were expecting
Luther?

You were expecting him in your bed?

Well, that was hardly a secret.

She set her cap at Luther almost as
soon as her first husband died.

I mean... they tried to be discreet.

We also found Luther's will in
his effects.

Madam Yamauchi stood to get
the castle.

Gosh.

So, you mean she could've been
miffed

that your young friend Jack stood to
get the lot.

Acted swiftly and bumped off
old Luther?

I say, the plot positively oozes,
doesn't it?

A long lost heir,
a vengeful ghost...

Ooh, it's like something from
a Victorian novel.

Wilkie Collins would have had
a field day.

You seem rather to be enjoying this,
your Grace.

Oh, hell, yes!

I miss the w*r, don't you?

Nothing exciting enough these days.

Where were you at midnight
last night?

In bed, of course, like everyone.

My husband can vouch for that.

Well, I was already asleep but I was
aware of her coming in,

she's not exactly quiet.

And what time did she come to bed?

It was 11, 11.15, no later than
that.

You know, if you ask me,

it's Irma you wanna be putting
the thumbscrews on,

because of her father.

He lost everything in the crash, we
already know.

Oh, yeah, but that was because of
Luther's bad advice.

You didn't know that,
did you, Mr Book?

I didn't want to come back
to this dreadful place...

but beggars can't be choosers.

You hated Luther.

God forgive me, but I'm glad he's
dead.

Because of him, my father... Yes.

So, why did Luther take you in?

Make you his ward?

I cannot believe it was conscience,
I rather suspect he had designs.

WHISPERS: Oh, God.

Any woman was fair game to him,
the master of the Schloss Von Bode.

Where were you at midnight
last night?

Bed, like everyone.

So, you didn't deliver this in
person, then?

I left the castle...

must've been... eleven-ish,

passed Luther's study.

But the Duchess appeared from
that direction.

She didn't see me.

I watched her go up the stairs.

Then Luther came and went in.

So, he was alive then at least.

I knocked on his door,

I popped my head round, but he
wasn't there.

Why did you want to see him?

Well, we're old friends.

I thought you said...

he didn't have any friends?

You will think me dishonourable,
I know,

but as you yourself said,

a widow's life... we were both
so very lonely.

No-one here is judging you, madam.

How long was Luther...

He was with me till about 11.

Then he said he had work to do...

in the study.

He often worked till late.

This...

This was Luther.

I accepted his imperfections.

He can be so cruel...

so cruel.

I had made peace with that.

And now...

now he is gone.

But he has provided for me.

You know, word's got round

about exactly what you were to poor
old Felix.

Walls have ears.

I do anyway.

It seems to me that,

despite you sitting in that chair
with your copper chums,

we could be asking you
the same questions.

The man who locked your lover up in
the loony bin,

and left him to die?

Where were you last night, Mr Book?

Inspector, I wonder if I could take
Fraulein Pohl to the sanatorium too?

My German is a little rusty.

Well, might as well. Pohl?
Yeah, certainly.

She's wasting her time here anyway,

every bugger can speak English
already. THEY CHUCKLE GENTLY

Well?

I've looked everywhere,

wardrobes, suitcases,
knicker drawers.

What about the library?

Oh?

That's where I'd hide a book.

I was so sorry to hear about
Dr Kaufmann.

Oh, indeed.

I gather he was a very great friend
to the hospital for many years.

I knew him only a little.

-I have been here only for a month or so.
-Ah.

Uh, may I please ask you
to wait here for a moment?

This is very irregular.

Your letter from Dr Kaufmann was
most certainly sent from here.

But there is a disparity,

the death certificate matches
the one you have,

but yours says that Felix Von Bode
died here at the sanatorium.

The records however... Yes?

"Released to family." And no
mention of him coming back here,

dead or alive.

Perhaps a simple administrative
error or...

Perhaps.

I am also interested in
something else, Sister.

According to my information,

Luther Von Bode had been
paying board and lodging here

as early as 1912.

That must have been
for another patient.

What can you tell me about them?

That would be absolutely
confidential.

Oh, we have full authority

from Inspector
Bliss of the Control Commission.

Yes! A young woman was admitted
under the authority of Dr Kaufmann

in the autumn of 1912.

The records are not as complete as
they might be.

The w*r...

the first one.

The patient appears to have been
with child, which is not uncommon.

Her name?

Sabine Hoff.

And when was she released?

Never,

she died here,

and she died only recently,

in October this year.

How sad.

And frustrating.

Perhaps there's someone who can
help you.

Uh, Sister Gorgonia

but unfortunately her mind is uh...

Please follow me.

I'll have the fishcakes if I may.

Off.

Oh. I'll um...

-I'll have the kippers.
-Off.

-Uh... bacon?
-Off.

What about sausages?
Surely you can run to sausages.

Sorry, it's the rationing, ain't it?

Worse than during the w*r.

Well, what do you have?

Uh, eggs.

All right, can you run to an
omelette?

Course.

Powdered.

Fine.

SHE CHUCKLES, HE BLUSTERS

Charming girl.

SHE CHUCKLES

I think I'm falling in love
with you, Mrs Book.

You realise that, don't you?

SHE SCOFFS

That's your cue.

Well, it's complicated,
you know, Reggie.

I'm very happy.

Are you really?

There's no part of you that feels
that you're settling for second best?

No-one's... got to me... as you have.

I've not felt like this since...

Well, you know.

Angela.

Yeah, Memsahib, yes.

But I know she'd want me to be happy,

to make a new life for myself.

What I wanna know...

is... Trottie?

Yes?

Could that new life... be with you?

I have work to do, I leave you to
it.

-Thank you.
-Danke, Schwesterlrmingart.

Reverend Sister,

I understand you knew a Sabine Hoff?

IN GERMAN: Ehwurdige Schwester, ich
glaube,

Sie kannten eine Sabine Hoff?

IN GERMAN: Ach, die schelchtigkeiter
Menschheit,

die schelchtigkeiter Welt.

Diese arme Kreatur.

Oh, the wickedness of the world,
and of men. That poor creature.

What could you tell me of her?

Was konnen Sie uns uber sie
erzahlen?

Mutter sehen allein auf diese Welt.

Bis auf eine Besucherin,

eine Nichte, glaube ich.

All alone in the world,
apart from one visitor,

a niece, I think.

Sie kam hier gelegentlich.

She came here on occasion.

-Ein gutes Kind.
-A good child.

Can you describe her?

Konnen Sie sie beschreiben?

Ja...

Uh, schlank...

blass...

dunkel haarig.

Slim, pale, red-headed.

Eine bemerkenswerte junge Frau, ja.

A striking young woman.

And the child?

Und das Kind?

Das Kind.

The child born out of wedlock,
what became of that?

Das uneheliche Kind, was ist daraus
geworden?

Abgeben an Verwandte, davon gab es
einige.

Given up to relatives, as many were.

Ach...

die Schlechtigkeit der Welt.

Well, thank you, Sister,
you've been very helpful.

Ich danke ihnen, Sie waren sehr
hilfreich.

Both of you.

ON PHONE: It's really not the same
without you.

TROTTIE: Well, that's sweet of you to
say.

I wish this damn connection
were better.

You feel like you're,
a million miles away.

Can I be of any help?
I'd like to be.

Anything you want to get off your
chest?

Three things.

-Oh, more than three.
-Oh, good.

The servants' entrance,

eau de cologne du coq and...

and a child born out of wedlock.

Eau de cologne du coq?

Yes, the butler was smothered in it.

-Good heavens, was he?
-He was.

Got to be for a woman, no?
You think?

Of course, men rarely make
the effort

unless it's for an affair of the
heart, in... my experience.

Thank you, darling.

And what about the child born out
of wedlock?

Do you know who it is?

Yes, I think so.

I'm just... struggling to believe that
they were involved.

Well, you know, good people...

good people sometimes
find themselves doing things

that they know they shouldn't.

How's Nora?

And Dog?

All well, thanks.

Good.

QUIETLY: Good.

Well, good luck, darling.

I'll be thinking of you.

Yes.

Goodbye, Mrs Book.

Goodbye, Mr Book.

SHE HANGS UP

DOG WHIMPERS AND PANTS

Oh, Dog, what am I going to do?

CHURCH BELLS RING

"The truth will come to light,
the sun will reveal it."

This case began in
the realm of fairytales.

Had Knecht Ruprecht, helpmate of St
Nicholas,

really come to punish the wicked?

Certainly, Dr Kaufmann, Duttweiler,

and in particular Luther Von Bode
were very wicked men.

But this is 1946
and we are not savages.

There was no supernatural element
behind all this,

instead, there was a keen
intelligence.

Whose, though?

Luther was offering for sale a copy
of the Second Folio of Shakespeare.

It was locked in his study,

then after his m*rder, it was gone.

Someone made off with it.

An extensive search
of this castle has failed

to reveal its whereabouts.

Let us consider then this
keen intelligence.

As I said to Mr Blunt here,

if I were hiding a book, I would hide
it in a library, but where?

Where is the Shakespeare Folio?

Oh, don't look at me,

I've never even read it...

dreary.

I find that very hard to believe.

Anyone who knows the nom de guerre
used by Oscar Wilde in exile,

anyone familiar with
the works of Wilkie Collins,

anyone as much of a literary
connoisseur as you appear to be

would surely know her way
around the Bard.

And you'd never stick
the folio just any old place,

would you, your Grace?

Not when you enjoy the game so much.

The Second Folio is notable
for containing

the first published poem by
John Milton.

Oh? Really?

"What needs my Shakespeare
for his honour'd bones,"

"The labour of an age in
piled stones,"

"Or that his hallow'd reliques be
hid..."

HE GRUNTS

"under a star-y pointing..."

"pyramid?"

Give that to me, it's mine.

-"Property of the Royal Collection." See?
-Indeed.

So, why was Luther offering it
for sale?

He had no right to.

I... I let him borrow it for a
while,

donkey's years ago.

But you did visit him in his study?

Yes.

And k*lled him?

No.

That's insane. I told you,
she was in bed with me from 11.15.

Thank you.

I saw her coming from
the direction of Luther's study,

then I saw him, he was alive.

Just so.

The Duchess liberated the folio from
the study,

but she did not k*ll Luther.

Thank God you've come
to your senses.

Anyway, enough about the folio,
no-one cares about that.

Who k*lled Luther?

And the other buggers?

Well, in Dr Kaufmann's records,

I found mention of Luther's payments
for Felix's time in the sanatorium,

and something else,

something curious,

entries for another patient.

Luther had someone else incarcerated
in there?

Precisely,
someone who'd been there since 1912,

an unmarried mother,

one Sabine Hoff.

Sabine Hoff, maid, dismissed.

She was a parlour maid here at
the castle,

and she was put away

-because she was bearing someone's child.
-Whose?

Luther's, of course.

Not his only victim, I imagine.

Now, I think that child was told the
story

of their unfortunate mother's fate

and swore revenge,

on the doctor who had, with the
stroke of his pen, incarcerated her,

on the butler,

who must have turned a blind eye
to the crime

and on the terrible, powerful man

who had so brutalised their mother.

And when the mother died,

they made a plan
to wreak revenge at Christmas,

to invoke the spirit
of Knecht Ruprecht

and punish the wicked,

for real this time.

Yeah, but, but who?

A slight, pale,
striking woman with red hair.

What?

According to the elderly nun who saw
her

-in the sanatorium year after year.
-No.

This is madness. I have never...

You passed Luther's study last
night. Why?

SHE GULPS To deliver this?

The handwriting is unquestionably
yours,

it matches the note you wrote to me.

You had a busy night.

He'd thrown you out...

and Jack.

I couldn't bear to see him being
so cruel again.

I just wanted him to know I had not
forgotten...

my father's death, nor yours.

A slight, pale, striking woman with
red hair.

That's what the old nun told us,

or at least that was
the translation I was given in,

I'm sorry to say,

a slightly panicked and clumsy
attempt to disguise the truth.

Because the description she actually
gave was of you...

Fraulein Pohl.

-Eh?
-What?

My German is not as rusty as
I led you to believe.

I let you come to the sanatorium

because I already suspected that you
were something to do with this.

You knew all about the servants'
entrance to the back of the castle.

I could have read about that,

anyone could.

But how could you know it was
never locked?

The parish records were easy
to locate,

I went to the church here in Werl,

Sabine Hoff's sister married
a man called Pohl,

they took you in,
raised you as their own.

And you visited your Aunt Sabine,

for years you visited her.

And only on her deathbed,
I imagine...

Yes, she told me.

She was my mother.

My poor mother.

How Luther Von Bode had forced
himself upon her

all those years ago,

how they put her away
to shut her up.

Those men.

Those damned men.

Oh, what a mess.

Kaufmann was easy...

I drugged him with some
of his own narcotics.

HE STRUGGLES

And Duttweiler?

He'd been making an effort, hadn't
he?

Eau de cologne du coq.

That was a slip,

how would you know the brand?
I never mentioned it.

No-one paid that brute
much attention.

He was easily flattered
and easily drugged.

I sent him a note,

arranged to meet him by the stables

to discuss our future.

HE CRIES OUT

Seemed like a fitting end.

SHE SIGHS

And then you turned your attention
to the ultimate prize,

the man who forced himself on your
mother all those years ago.

Mmm. I had such elaborate plans,

the final part of the Knecht
Ruprecht scheme,

a wooden switch rammed down
his gullet.

But instead, you stabbed him with
a letter knife. What happened?

He fought back.

Is that all?

Yes.

Things don't always go according to
plan, Herr Book.

The old devil fought back,
he was stronger than he looked.

Are you sure?

Luther is dead.

All the guilty men are dead.

Knecht Ruprecht has punished
the wicked...

justice has been served.

That's all that matters, isn't it?

Of course, come this way.

Inspector, can I have a minute with
her?

With Pohl?

Yeah, I just realised that she's...
Well, we're related, ain't we?

And she's the only family I've
got left now.

Oh, I suppose you're right.

I just wanna, I dunno, say something
to her.

All right, son, just five minutes.

IN GERMAN: Er kann funf minuten
haben mit der Frau.

Thanks.

Well, I picked up a bit, didn't I?

Well, what a turn up.

I suppose we're all free to leave
this benighted place now,

-aren't we?
-Quite free, your Grace.

Oh, oh, sorry, there is just one
thing.

A bit of admin, as it were.

If you did borrow the Shakespeare
Folio from the Royal Collection?

-I did.
-Then we just need yoursignature

to show it was all above board.
To establish provenance.

I'm sure you understand.

SHE MUTTERS AS SHE READS

Yeah.

-Pen.
-Oh, here, your Grace.

Oh!

CHUCKLES: Silly me.

Ah, yes, well that all seems
very satisfactory.

Come along, Guy.

I've had enough
of this bloody country.

Oh! Uh, can anyone rustle us up
a cup of coffee?

No?

No staff, I suppose.

TUTS: All dead.

"I, Alberta, Duchess of Somerset,
freely confess

"that I stole the Second Folio of
Shakespeare

from the Royal Collection."
What the hell?

"Furthermore, I confess to divers
other instances of theft

"from the Royal Household, to wit..."
What is this?

Oh, just a simple substitution, I'm
afraid, your Grace.

Terribly underhand of me, I know, but
all terribly legal.

Terribly compelling, too.

You see, the British authorities
wish it to be known

that there is only so much

to which they are prepared
to turn a blind eye.

And now,
as the Americans are wont to say,

they have got the goods on you.

You impertinent little man.

I'm 6ft one in my stocking feet.

And I enjoy the game too.

I think we should return that
to its proper owner, don't you?

CRASH, WOMAN SCREAMING

What was that?

I think perhaps Madam Yamauchi just
discovered that all she's inherited

is a pile of debt.

Catch!

Thank you.

And I'd keep my head down from now
on, your Grace, if I were you.

Me? Why, should I?

It's all been heaps of fun, actually.

And I was just feeling
a little bit glum

because I've nobody to crow
to about quite how clever I am.

Not even your husband?

Oh, Christ, no.

You don't think I'd trust Guy
with all this, do you?

He doesn't even know that
to maintain our lavish lifestyle,

our fairly lavish lifestyle,

I've been flogging stuff all over
the place.

It's the perfect cover, you see, a
life of pleasure and parties.

We flit around the globe.

Like locusts.

Lotus-eaters, my dear,
lotus-eaters.

Cases are in the car,

What? What's happened?

Do you know, darling,

I don't think I'm in the mood for
coffee after all.

I think I'm
going to order champagne.

Off with their bloody heads.

Quite.

Penny for them?

I was just thinking...

"All the guilty men are dead."

That's what Liesl Pohl said,

and she's right.

We'll never know what actually
happened to Felix.

Maybe we do know...

Mr Book.

What? What do you mean?

Liesl Pohl knows what happened,

she told me.

What?

You know when I asked
the Inspector for a moment with her?

She told me the whole bloody thing.

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

Going somewhere, Master Felix?

HE PANTS HEAVILY

Very neat, my son.

But you must know that

your father will always be one step
ahead of you.

Now, come back inside.

No.

Come back inside.

Why?

So you can pretend that all
is well?

Or so you can send me back
to this terrible place

to... to cure me?

I would rather die!

Duttweiler, fetch him.

Liesl Pohl told you this?

How could she possibly know?

Her mother.

She heard the whole story.

When Duttweiler arrived at
the sanatorium...

with Felix's body.

g*n SHOT

Come, Master Felix, be a good boy.

SHOUTS: The time for games is over.
You must come back.

I told you already,

I would rather die.

YELLS: So be it!

Duttweiler.

Duttweiler fished him out...

took him back to the sanatorium...

and they... agreed...

to tell everyone that he... he died
there...

to hush it up.

I see.

So...

now we do know, Mr Book.

Yes...

now we know.

Thank you, Jack.

Would you excuse me? I...

I just need a moment.

Yeah, yeah, of course.

"He is not here, but far away."

"The noise of life begins again."

"Henceforth, wherever thou may'st
roam,"

"My blessing, like a line of light..."

FELIX: "is on the waters day and
night",

"and like a beacon guards
thee home."

Shop?

How q*eer.

Where is everybody?
It's not a half day closing.

Oh, well.

Tea?

Thought you'd never ask.

Thanks.

GRUNTS WITH SATISFACTION: Oh!

Oh, it's good to be home.

Yes.

What is it?

HE SIGHS

It's no good.

It doesn't add up, does it, Jack?

What do you mean?

Felix's body was never sent back
to the sanatorium...

so Liesl's mother couldn't have
overheard the account of his death,

could she?

How long have you known?

Since I found your footprints
outside the castle...

those wretched hobnail boots
of yours.

There'd been a fresh fall of snow.

You went back there in secret.

Then there was that little slip...

What happened to Felix then?

After Luther followed him?

Irma's account ended at the door,

but you knew that Luther had
followed Felix,

and you could only have known that
if someone else had told you...

and it wasn't Liesl Pohl...

was it, Jack?

I didn't mean to do it.

As God as my witness.

I had to speak to him again...

get some answers...

find out what had happened to my
dad.

So, I went back to the castle...

I got in through the servants'
entrance...

and there he was...

in his study as you know.

I do not care about the documents,

-I no longer even care if you are my grandson.
-What?

That you are an associate, a friend,

an intimate of that unnatural
creature, Book, that is enough.

Oh, ja, I know who he is,

that is why I threw you out of my
home.

But there is more to this, hmm?

Within 24 hours of your arrival,

both Kaufmann and Duttweiler
are dead.

Is that mere coincidence?
I think not.

You have cast yourself in
the role of Knecht Ruprecht,

punisher of the wicked.

Ah, you laugh, boy,
but you know it is true.

I just want to know what happened
that night...

to Felix.

Just put me out of my misery,

tell me what happened to my dad.

Put YOU out of YOUR misery?

He told me...

he told me the whole story.

FELIX SHOUTS OUT

That is what I did...

what I did to your father.

I put him out of everyone's misery,

like a diseased animal.

How could you?

Keep back.

You monster,

you sick, sick... Get back!

You think I'm afraid of you, boy?
Hmm?

I am a Von Bode.

SHOUTS: You hear me?

A Von Bode!

THEY GRUNT

You... you stupid nutter.

THEY GRUNT AND STRUGGLE

LUTHER CRIES OUT, HE GURGLES

JACK EXCLAIMS

I can't remember what happened
after that...

not properly.

I know that I remembered to clean
the handle of the knife, at least.

I wanted to tell you, Mr Book...

what I'd done...

but I was scared.

You spend your life solving crimes,

uncovering murderers.

What if you turned me in?

You put me in an impossible
situation, Jack.

I know.

I... I know.

You don't make exceptions.

I never meant to k*ll him, Mr Book.

JACK CLEARS HIS THROAT

It'll be manslaughter, won't it?

Self-defence if I'm lucky.
HE SCOFFS

You'll write me a character
reference though,

won't you, at least?

No. Jack, wait, wait!
Let's talk about this.

No...

no, Mr Book.

The law must take its course.

JACK DIALS

You're not obliged to say anything
unless you wish to do so,

but anything you do say will be taken
down...

JAIL CELL DOOR CREAKS AND CLANGS SHUT

KEY TURNS IN LOCK

LOCK OPENS, DOOR CREAKS

Don't be long, ducky,
there's a car waiting.

What the hell is going on?

There are always opportunities for
resourceful young men

keen to serve King and country,

and it seems to me that you're
very resourceful.

A blunt instrument, if you like.

Well, well, smart as paint.

Savile Row?

Whitehall, I reckon.
BOOK LAUGHS

Clever boy.

I'm right, ain't I?

This scheme is...

Too good to resist.

New suit, new shoes, new identity.

Really, we're spoiling you.

-And I'd be mad not to take it.
-But?

It just don't sit right with me,
Mr Book.

How can I accept it?

How can I just go when...

when you know what you know?

"The quality of mercy
is not strained,"

"it droppeth as the gentle rain from
heaven,"

"upon the place beneath."

"It is twice blessed,"

"it blesseth him that gives..."

"and him that takes."

For the sake of everything that's
gone before...

do this for me, Jack...

please.

But won't it... Put me deeply and
irrevocably in their debt?

Yes, I'm afraid so.

I always wondered, you know,

what it would be like... to have
a child...

a son.

And you?

And you've been...

I mean, you've been...

Pig-headed, impossible,
contrary, egregious?

What have you done?
Swallowed a dictionary?

At birth.

I wouldn't have had it
any other way.

Nor me.

OK.

It's a deal.

"What larks, eh, Pip?"

No, Mr Book...

that ain't my name...

it's Jack...

just... Jack.

You know where to find me.

Yeah...



with your books...

Nora...

Dog...

and Trottie.

Well?

It's all going according to plan.