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[MAN VOCALIZING]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]
[CROWD CHANTING]
[SPEAKING ARABIC]
[MAN SPEAKING ARABIC ON P.A.]
[UP-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]
[CROWD CHEERING, WHISTLE BLOWING]
[SHOUTING IN ARABIC]
[GUNSHOTS]
[WHISTLE BLOWING, MEN SHOUTING]
MAN: Which way did she go?
- [MEN SPEAKING ARABIC] - Down there!
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
MAN: Down there. Go.
[SHOUTING IN ARABIC]
[WHISTLE BLOWING, FABRIC RIPPING]
Hey! Hey!
Hey!
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]
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[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]
[CREAKING]
[SIGHS]
Miss Phryne Fisher.
You know, I do have a front door.
Just thought I'd drop in.
Hm.
[SIGHS]
One laddered stocking.
Not bad, considering I had to elude
the entire Palestinian police force to pay you a visit.
And what the devil brings you back here to Jerusalem, hmm?
I'm looking for a missing person.
Oh, damn you.
Still the lady detective.
I had rather hoped you'd come to pick up the tiny pieces
of my broken heart.
[INHALES SHARPLY]
Still beating as far as I can tell, Professor.
I'm looking for a young woman called Shirin Abbas.
Apparently, she's in some kind of trouble with the authorities.
Never heard of her. [CLEARS THROAT]
I'm sure that your hearing is just as healthy as your heart.
I trust you don't think you can just come in here
and milk me for information with your wit and your charm
and your... Canaanite scarab.
From Jericho. A little gift I found for you.
- To butter me up? - Like a crumpet.
Mm.
It's real.
I heard a rumor
Miss Abbas was dispensing anti-British propaganda...
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
MAN: Professor Linnaeus! This is the police!
They locked her up, poor girl.
You have no right to force your way in here!
We have orders from Sir Montague
to bring in your guest for questioning.
This is preposterous. What for?
Inciting unrest and inflammatory behavior.
Oh, good heavens, man. That's what she always does.
We're in the middle of something very important.
But since you ask so charmingly...
[CROWD SHOUTING]
MAN: Miss Fisher's gun, Sir Montague.
MONTY: According to your arrival documentation, Miss Fisher,
your reason for travel was...
PHRYNE: Sightseeing.
The dome of Qubbat as-Sakhra at sunset
is one of the most sublime spectacles in the world.
Then how do you explain your other activities?
Trespassing on administrative offices
to steal official documents,
dancing in the streets after 9:00 p.m.
in open defiance of the military curfew,
or blatantly associating with undesirables
of the Black Hand organization.
Well, actually, I was dancing with the undesirables,
and I found several of them to be quite desirable.
I know exactly why you're here, Miss Fisher.
To find Shirin Abbas.
Her uncle, Sheikh Kahlil, is a business associate
of my friend Lord Lofthouse.
Lofty helped overthrow the Ottomans during the war.
From what I saw, Lofty and his cohorts
did most of their overthrowing from the officers' lounge.
Hm. So you know him?
Tell my old friend Sheikh Kahlil we'll do everything possible
to help him find his niece.
But if she is a serious agitator, it may be too late.
She's a young woman with a voice.
And you're a troublemaker, Miss Fisher.
You may have acquired the trappings of British wealth,
but you were born in Australia,
the filthiest gutter of the realm.
And I intend to send you back there.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
Come in.
MAN: Miss Fisher's luggage, sir.
Her train departs at 1600 hours.
Watch her.
[CROWD SHOUTING IN DISTANCE]
Yes, watch very closely
while you tell me where you're keeping Shirin Abbas.
The gun isn't loaded, Miss Fisher.
Count your bullets.
Yes, my suspicions were correct.
Miss Fisher won't be causing us any more trouble.
[MUFFLED SHOUTING, RATTLING]
Where the bloody hell has she gone?
[GRUNTING]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]
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Shirin Abbas?
Who are you?
My name is Phryne Fisher. Your uncle sent me to fetch you.
- [DOOR OPENS] - Someone's coming.
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS, DONKEY BRAYING]
[KEYS JINGLING]
MAN: [SPEAKING ARABIC]
[DOOR CLOSES]
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[WHISTLES]
MAN: [SPEAKING ARABIC]
Come on, gorgeous. You know you want it.
Come on.
- Come on. That's it. - [DONKEY BRAYS]
Ooh.
Come on.
[SPEAKING ARABIC]
One more big step.
The bars.
[METAL CLANGS]
Quickly.
I can't leave Palestine.
My family were murdered, and I want justice.
Murdered?
No one believes me, but I know what I saw.
Shirin, you won't get justice if they hang you.
Come on.
- This is your only chance. - [DOOR CLOSES]
Go!
[SHOUTING IN ARABIC]
[SPEAKING ARABIC]
[UP-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]
Excuse us!
[ENGINE HUMMING]
Oh!
[DONKEY BRAYS]
- Are you all right? - Yes.
- I'll get you a new one. - [WHISTLE BLOWING]
[ENGINE STARTS, REVS]
[SHOUTING IN ARABIC]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[BELL CLANGING]
[ENGINE SPUTTERING]
Quick, Shirin!
[SHOUTING IN ARABIC]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]
[GASPS]
- [STEAM WHISTLE BLOWING] - Listen.
Right on schedule.
[BRAKES SQUEAKING]
- Get ready. - What?
Go!
Good! Let's go!
Follow me!
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
We'll have to get down!
No! No! I can't do it!
Shirin, getting out of here is your only hope for justice!
I will help you! I promise!
We'll find out who murdered your family!
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
I've got you!
That's it.
Hold tight.
[GASPS]
Hurry, Shirin!
Go!
[GRUNTS]
Miss Fisher!
[BRAKES SQUEAKING]
[ENGINE HUMMING]
[SOBBING]
[ENGINE SHUTS OFF]
Dottie, what is it? What's wrong?
It's Miss Fisher. [SOBS]
Sir.
There, there. It's all right.
BERT: Our condolences, Inspector.
There's a memorial service in London in six weeks' time.
- I need to be there. - It's too far.
- Go on. - DOT: No. I have to, Hugh.
Miss Fisher saved me from the streets.
And from illegal abortionists and Latvian anarchists
and factory machines and Christmas murderers.
And if it wasn't for her... I never would've met you.
Dottie, I'm sorry, but you can't.
Not in your state.
[EXHALES SHARPLY] The baby.
She'll never meet the baby.
Oh, I'm sorry.
DOT: Oh, poor Inspector Robinson.
When she went away, she broke his heart.
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[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[ENGINE IDLING]
Inspector Robinson.
I'm so pleased you could make it.
We wanted an intimate affair
before all the palaver of Westminster.
You meant so much to Phryne.
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
LOFTY: Lady Lofthouse and I remember Phryne
as I'm sure you all do.
As an unpredictable whirlwind of a woman
who never failed to brighten our lives.
And now, along with teaching me how to ride a motorcycle
as well as helping my younger brother Jonathon
learn how to dance the Black Bottom...
[CHUCKLES]
...Miss Fisher has taught us all that life is but fleeting.
And so, dearest Phryne,
we will honor you now by living our lives
as richly and as fearlessly as you once did.
I knew her luck would run out one day.
She would never listen.
The honorable Miss Phryne...
[ENGINE HUMMING]
...Fisher...
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What on earth is...
What's that?
Relocate the... the...
- Is that a "T"? - Here.
The tea trolley?
[ENGINE HUMMING]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
Move the tea trolley!
[THUD, ENGINE CHUGGING]
I hope you wanted the cypresses pruned!
- Phryne! - [LAUGHS]
My dear girl!
We knew it would take more than a steam train to finish you off!
Oh!
- Lofty. - Oh.
Jonathon.
PRUDENCE: My God!
Do you know what a fuss you've caused?
We've been beside ourselves!
And you nearly murdered me with that spanner!
Darling Aunt P.
I would've planned your murder much better than that.
Oh, you impossible, impossible girl!
[SOBS]
Miss Fisher, we thought you were a ghost.
No, Shirin.
Despite the mandated authorities' best efforts.
Hamdellah al-salama, Miss Fisher.
I'm so humbly grateful to you
for returning my niece to my care
and overjoyed by your safe return.
Thank you, Sheikh Kahlil.
[SPEAKING ARABIC]
Jack.
What are you doing here?
I came to pay my respects... at your memorial service.
ELEANOR: The newspapers reported you were dead.
Mm.
Oh.
Crippins, just forget the tea!
Let's crack open the champagne!
[LAUGHS]
Eleanor.
Uh, Jack knows.
Knows what?
About the maharaja.
[LAUGHS]
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Is that a new hat?
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
Is that all you've got to say to me?
Do you have any idea what it was like for me...
reading that you'd died a horrible death
in a foreign country?
Why are you so angry?
I wrote a eulogy for you.
My apologies for the wasted effort.
Oh, don't worry. It won't be wasted.
I'll save it for the appropriate day.
Wait!
What are you gonna do now that you've come all this way,
only to have me disappoint you?
I only had one plan.
To farewell you.
Farewell.
Farewell?
Wait! What did it say?
What did what say?
My eulogy.
It said I'm done with you.
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS, PIANO PLAYING]
ELEANOR: Phryne!
No one should look so divine after what you've been through.
Oh, darling.
Except Phryne always looks divine.
I hear you had a rendezvous in Jerusalem
with Sir Vincent Montague.
- Ugh. Yes. - [CHUCKLES]
Lofty's very fond of him.
Uh, Monty and I were just drinking chums in Palestine.
- That's all. - PHRYNE: Pleasant company.
I wouldn't call it a rendezvous.
Is it just me
or is Lord Lofthouse giving us a disapproving look?
Oh, it's not us.
It's me he always disapproved of.
Stand somewhere else.
But at least you were your beautiful mother's favorite.
Sheikh Kahlil, Shirin, do come in.
Phryne, has Aunt Prudence told you we're hosting a ball
in Shirin's honor?
Oh, excellent.
Back from the grave just in time.
PRUDENCE: Sheikh Kahlil has important business here
with Lofty, so I've agreed to sponsor Shirin
for her debut in civilized society.
What did you use on the poor girl, thumbscrews?
Phryne!
Oh, I'm sure some pressure was exerted.
We do have some civilization in Palestine,
you know, Mrs. Stanley.
But given the choice between attending a ball
or going back to jail
to be hanged for asking too many questions...
Jail?
Who's going to be hanged?
KAHLIL: My niece is exaggerating, Mrs. Stanley.
And it is all unimportant now that you're back safe with us.
LOFTY: Yeah. Shirin needs to forget all that unpleasantness.
But she is right about one thing, dear Prudence.
The Near East is the cradle of Western civilization.
Ah. How I miss my travels there.
Those velvety, star-filled nights
from my rooftop in Jerusalem.
- Pity about the war. - LOFTY: Yes.
Well, it's not my fault Father couldn't prevent you
from ending up on the front line, Jonathon.
While you were draining the bar in the officers' mess?
Let's not dwell on the past, shall we?
Perhaps another round of cribbage?
Forget cribbage!
I believe you owe me a rematch, Phryne.
PHRYNE: Shirin said she couldn't leave Palestine
because she needed to find out what happened to her village.
We heard there was nothing left of it,
that it had been completely buried under a giant sandstorm.
Yes. She was the only survivor, too.
Poor lamb. Must've been terrifying for her.
Then Shirin turned up at British headquarters a few days later,
and the Army delivered her to the sheikh.
Yes, and he's been indebted to the British ever since.
Which, may I say, has proven most convenient!
Aah! Bastard!
Sir.
Allow me.
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Prêt? Allez!
- [GRUNTS] - Aha!
If Shirin's village was destroyed by a sandstorm,
why does she think they were murdered?
Massacred is what she implied.
I have no idea.
The high commission thoroughly investigated the matter
at the time.
They found nothing. [GRUNTS]
Aah!
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
Ha!
- [GRUNTS] - Aah!
Allez!
Bravo, Phryne.
You always were my greatest defender.
She has no respect for the rules.
That's because they tend to be written by men.
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[LAUGHTER, INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]
Crippins! More wine, please.
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
This came for me. I don't know what to do.
Who is Mu'aqqib?
My guardian angel. He saved me from the storm.
He left no name,
but I believed he was sent by Allah to walk with me.
He led me to Jerusalem.
"Time is running out to put things right.
There is but one chance."
He wants to meet tonight.
At All Saints Church.
But I-I can't tell my uncle.
This seal has been steamed open.
Who would do that?
I'm not sure.
And he says tell no one. I have to meet with him.
No, Shirin.
I made a promise to you that I would help you.
I will go in your stead.
KAHLIL: Miss Fisher?
Sheikh Kahlil.
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I hope my niece is not making demands of you.
No.
Shirin is still grieving for everything that she's lost.
Of course.
But you must understand she was only a child.
She imagines things.
She has false hopes.
The future of our family lies here, Miss Fisher,
not beneath the sands of a barren desert.
[SPEAKING ARABIC]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
Will you require anything else
before I retire for the evening, miss?
Yes. Thank you, Crippins. The keys to Lofty's motorcar?
[DOOR OPENS]
[ENGINE IDLING]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[DOG BARKING]
[WOMAN COUGHING]
[BABY CRYING, BELL TOLLING]
MAN: Shut up, will you?! Go to sleep!
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
PHRYNE: Jack?
Jack, are you awake?
No.
I need you... for a midnight meeting
with a stranger at All Saints Church in Soho.
How the hell did you find me?
He could be deranged and dangerous.
That'll make two of you.
You have to come.
Imagine... a secret oasis
somewhere in the vast Negev Desert,
where a Bedouin tribe has flourished
for hundreds and thousands of years.
Until one day... the entire tribe is murdered.
An apocalyptic sandstorm descends
to bury all the evidence,
and only a young girl survives to tell the tale.
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Till over a decade later,
when she decides she can no longer live with the injustice
and is prepared to risk her own life to find the truth.
[MUSIC STOPS]
But if you're not interested...
Damn it, Jack.
How could you come all this way to commemorate me
and then refuse to speak to me?
[FOOTSTEPS RECEDING]
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[MUSIC CONTINUES]
Hello?
I'm a friend of Shirin Abbas.
[WHISPERING] Where's the girl?
She sent me.
My name is Phryne Fisher.
She told me you were her guardian angel.
I'm not her angel. I'm her demon!
Get away!
PHRYNE: Please.
Stay back.
I just want to talk with you.
I mean you no harm.
Phryne?
- Who's that? - Jack.
Stay back.
This is a trap.
PHRYNE: No. It's not. I-I promise you.
[GUNSHOT]
MAN: [GRUNTS]
[BREATHING HEAVILY, GROANING]
Here. Take this.
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
Tell Shirin I'm sorry.
Tell her to forgive me.
Why?
[GRUNTS, EXHALES DEEPLY]
We're... We're all cursed.
I lost him.
[DOWN-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]
What's that?
Something we need to keep from the police.
- We? - [DOOR OPENS]
MAN: Police! Put down that weapon!
[BELL TOLLING]
[BIRDS CHIRPING, HORSE NEIGHS]
So, a lady detective and a senior police officer
just happen to meet up with each other
12,000 miles away from home
at the scene of a murder of a complete stranger?
Not unusual in my experience, sir.
Apart from the distance involved.
And you expect me to believe
that neither of you had ever heard of Sergeant Wilson before?
Even though he'd been wanted by the military police
for over 10 years.
Wanted for what?
Sir, the coroner's report on the bullet found in the deceased.
Round-nosed Mark 1, if I'm not mistaken.
From a .303 rifle.
Wilson was wanted for desertion.
Farrier Sergeant George Hercules Wilson
in the company of Captain Harry Gardiner Templeton
walked off from London Regiment north of Jerusalem,
9th of April 1918.
Harry Templeton.
I thought you had no interest in Wilson.
Oh, just naturally curious.
Hm.
Neither of you are leaving London
until this case is solved.
My passage back to Australia is booked for two days' time.
I'll have to forfeit my ticket.
Oh. What a shame.
Crippins.
Lady Lofthouse sent me to fetch the motorcar, miss.
The, uh, police said it was impounded.
Yes. Please pass on my apologies to Eleanor.
Tell her I'll make my own way home.
Jack? Wait.
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You have no authority, Forsythe.
FORSYTHE: Sir Montague.
You're a long way from Jerusalem.
MONTY: That woman has more lives than an alley cat.
I have critical negotiations under way in London,
and her interfering
could completely sabotage British-Palestinian relations!
What does she know about Wilson?
MAN: Daily Express!
Get your Daily Express here! Daily Express!
Daily Express, love?
Jack, where are you going?
Back to my guesthouse.
Well, you're heading in the wrong direction.
- I don't care! - All right.
Is all this because I married the maharaja?
[HOOFBEATS, INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]
You said you weren't the marrying kind.
- And I'm not. - And I respected that.
So why don't you respect that I had other reasons
for marrying the Maharaja of Alwar?
What kind of blind faith is that?
The kind that I thought we had.
You can't stop me doing what I need to do.
The maharaja needed my help at the time,
just as Shirin does now.
I'm sorry, but I'm not sure that one lifetime
will be enough for you to save the whole world.
Well, I'm sorry, too, if that's the case.
And I'm very sorry that I'm not dead!
[MID-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]
You know the quickest way to escape me?
Tie you up, dump you in that river?
Or you could help me with this case.
Look at the stone.
It could be glass.
No. It's far more precious than that.
Look in the light.
See how the reflections flash pure green?
And it's cool to the touch.
Can you feel that?
No.
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JACK: You know, I haven't forgiven you.
Really? Mind your step.
- [SQUISHING] - Ugh.
What kind of professor did you say he was?
The kind that you need to be nice to.
An old friend.
Another one?
He was kicked out of Jerusalem because of me.
"Cultural liberation and repatriation
of ancient looted artefacts."
[HINGES SQUEAKING]
[DOWN-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]
LINNAEUS: You bring me the loveliest things...
apart from yourself, of course.
Looks like the British Museum
can kiss their Szechuan jade bird goodbye.
I ship her off home tomorrow on a slow boat to Shanghai.
You remember our slow boat, don't you, Phryne?
Oh, the saturation in this emerald is...
It's just glorious.
I'd say mined in Egypt.
Well, Wilson served in the Middle East.
But silver casting is more Greco-Roman.
Ah. Well, that would explain the inscription.
- There's an inscription? - Yes. Here, on the other side.
It's a form of Doric Greek.
Tombus D...
Tombus Dakryon.
"The Crypt of Tears."
- Oh, my dear God. - PHRYNE: What is it?
LINNAEUS: It's the myth of Alexander the Great.
I have a transcript from clay tablets
describing Alexander's last campaign through Palestine,
where he suffered a mysterious bereavement.
It's said that he wept so much,
his tears created a desert spring.
So it's an actual tomb?
That he protected with a huge emerald
called the All-Seeing Eye... and a powerful curse.
This pendant means the crypt has been disturbed.
So... Wilson was a grave robber.
And maybe Harry Templeton, whom Wilson deserted with.
LINNAEUS: But don't you see?
If the All-Seeing Eye is removed,
then the curse is released
and everyone involved in this is in danger.
You need to take that away. You need to get rid of it.
No, no, no. We need to find out more about it.
That transcript... Do you still have it?
Well, uh, somewhere, but...
[THUNDER RUMBLING]
[SIGHS] Wait here.
You seriously believe that thing comes from a crypt
that was cursed 2,000 years ago
by a man who thought he was the son of Zeus?
What about King Tutankhamen's tomb?
Lord Carnarvon is dead, along with two of his brothers
and half a dozen others who helped open it.
There are strange things in heaven and earth.
[WIND WHISTLING]
[THUNDER CRASHES, ELECTRICITY BUZZES]
LINNAEUS: Ah!
PHRYNE: Hold this.
I'll go check on the professor.
[THUNDER RUMBLING]
Professor?
PHRYNE: Professor?
[THUNDER CRASHES]
PHRYNE: Professor?
[FLOORBOARDS CREAKING]
[CLATTERING IN DISTANCE]
Professor?
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]
It's around here somewhere.
[CRASHING, THUNDER RUMBLING]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
Jack?
[GRUNTS]
Jack!
The pendant!
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
MAN: Hey!
Oh! [GASPS]
Stop or I'll shoot!
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS]
Who are you?!
[THUNDER CRASHES]
Tell me or I'll pull this trigger!
[DOWN-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]
Oh! My treasures!
[GRUNTS]
- Phryne! - MAN: Hey!
He just... He disappeared!
He just evaporated!
He didn't get what he came for.
Oh! Thank God!
Well, you could thank me.
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
I put out the fire.
Well done, Professor.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
Well done.
[DOWN-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
SHIRIN: Miss Fisher? It's almost 8:00.
Mm. Good morning, Shirin.
Shirin, do you know if your uncle was in London last night
by any chance?
I'm not sure. I know he had an appointment.
Did you meet with Mu'aqqib?
I'm curious, Shirin.
Why was your uncle living in Jerusalem
and not with you in the village when it was attacked?
Because he accepted work from the British.
He was considered a traitor, and he was banished.
A traitor?
I have something for you.
Where did you get that?
From the man who saved you from the storm.
Mu'aqqib?
He was a British soldier, and his name was Wilson.
He wanted you to have it.
[DOWN-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
This was my mother's.
She said one day it would be mine.
Shirin... have you ever heard of the Crypt of Tears?
[BELL TOLLING IN DISTANCE]
Mrs. Templeton?
Hello?
[LOCK CLICKS]
Who are you?
My name is Detective Inspector Jack Robinson.
Please.
The War Office gave me your address.
I believe Farrier Sergeant Wilson knew your husband.
I'm sorry to tell you,
but George Wilson died two nights ago.
[BIRD SQUAWKING]
[HINGES SQUEAKING]
That's Lucinda.
Arrived too early.
But a perfect little thing.
I am so sorry.
I blame the war for it all.
Harry went away a good man.
But then they shot him like a mad dog.
Your husband and Wilson deserted their regiment on the same day.
Wilson worked for Harry in the mines before the war.
He sent me a letter.
Wanted to meet with me last night, but he never turned up.
Said we were in danger,
he and Harry did something we needed to fix.
This is what Wilson was after.
[DOWN-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
Sheikh Kahlil? Are you resting?
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[HINGES SQUEAKING]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
"Sale of the British Palestine Railways."
To Lord Lofthouse and Sheikh Kahlil.
"Authorized by Sir Vincent Montague."
[KEYS JINGLING]
[HINGES SQUEAKING]
[WIND WHISTLING]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[DOOR CLOSES]
Shirin? I need to speak to you.
At once.
KAHLIL: I'd prefer if you keep our affairs private
from Miss Fisher.
She seems to be the kind of person
who would see intrigue everywhere.
But I-I can prove what I saw with my own eyes.
My mu'aqqib has...
Would you please stop this nonsense
about your mu'aqqib and ancient curses?
This is all not real, Shirin!
[SIGHS]
Darling.
This ball tonight is real.
- Sir. - Thank you, Crippins.
Madam.
[HINGES SQUEAK]
Habibti, your acceptance in London society
is not just an honor.
It's essential for your safety.
Do you understand that?
I know you mean well.
But look.
[DOWN-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]
Where did you get this?
This belonged to Hajija. It belonged to your mother.
My mu'aqqib.
He wasn't my guardian angel.
He was a British soldier.
They lied to us, Uncle.
What I saw must be true.
What?
Tell me. Tell me the whole story again.
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]
SHIRIN: It was my job to collect the honey from the mountains.
My mother said one day she would tell me its secrets.
[SPEAKING ARABIC]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]
[WOMEN WHISPERING]
[HORSE NEIGHS]
[GUNSHOTS ECHOING]
[DOWN-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]
Mama?
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
Mama?
Mama?!
SHIRIN: I never found my mother.
[WIND BLOWING]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[WIND WHISTLING]
And all I wanted was for the storm to take me.
But Mu'aqqib found me.
Habibti?
Please. Tell no one else about this.
No one.
I'll get to the bottom of this.
Thank you, Uncle Kahlil.
Habibti.
[UP-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]
- Thank you, James. - Pleasure, Miss Fisher.
PHRYNE: Jack.
For me?
Oh, just some old thing I picked up.
An astrolabe.
For reading the heavens.
[LAUGHTER, INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
Picture of you this evening, sir?
Oh, lovely. Yes.
My best side. Thank you.
- Yes. - Cheers.
I thought this was an investigation.
What's dancing got to do with it?
We need to find out what this deal is all about.
I'll take Lofty and Monty. You follow the sheikh.
Sir Lloyd. Miss Biggin.
The sheikh was about to fund the entire purchase.
- Now he's refusing to sign. - Sir.
Well, then find another partner.
Or borrow the money
if the railways are such a lucrative asset.
But no one in this damn country will lend me a penny, Eleanor.
- We're up to our necks in debt. - Shh.
I have guests to attend to.
Eleanor?
I'm fine.
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
Don't speak. Just smile and nod.
I'll do my best.
KAHLIL: I must believe my niece.
MONTY: But it's nonsense.
It's been investigated.
I'm sorry, Sir Montague. I'm very sorry.
Your niece has stirred up trouble from nothing.
It's not nothing.
I will not sign this contract until this matter is settled.
I suspect that's a decision
you're going to come to regret, Kahlil.
KAHLIL: It's Sheikh Kahlil.
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
- Friendly crowd. - Mm.
JONATHON: Lofty! Family portrait.
- Over here. Come on. - Oh! [LAUGHS]
Ah! My dear Jon.
Brothers-in-arms, eh? Jolly good!
[SMOOCHES, LAUGHS]
Perhaps you should slow down a bit.
Perhaps my wife should be a little more careful
with her affections.
Having fun, you two?
Sir Montague is a go-between.
He's trying to off-load Palestinian Railways
for the British administration and no doubt
make a tidy commission out of it and earn himself a promotion.
Is this your idea of sweet nothings?
I thought they were out of the question.
They are.
Continue.
With the deal still up in the air,
it's no wonder Monty is desperate to try and keep a lid
on anything that might erupt into an all-out war
between the Palestinians and British rule.
Like a scandal involving the murder
and looting of a Bedouin tribe?
Exactly.
Well, uh, you seem to be enjoying my hospitality, Kahlil.
Very much, Lord Lofthouse. Very much.
- Lofty? - Yes?
Have you met Kosi Wydrych?
He's just returned from an American mission
to the Belgian Congo.
Not now, Prudence.
Enchanté, monsieur.
[WHISPERING] Lofty!
I-I knew I should never have trusted you, Kahlil.
Lofty.
We had a... We had a gentlemen's agreement.
I thought we were both men of honor.
Seems I was mistaken.
There's no need for this, Lord Lofthouse.
In the end, Kahlil, you and your people,
you're nothing but a bunch of barbarians!
Oh! Gosh, Lofty! The sheikh's your guest!
Pull yourself together, Lord Lofthouse.
Enough!
[CROWD MURMURING]
What are you all looking at?
I need some air!
Shirin, come upstairs and pack.
Immediately.
I sacrificed everything...
everything for the British in Palestine.
In good faith.
My mistake.
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]
Uh, everyone... keep dancing.
[MID-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYING, INSECTS CHIRPING]
I can't believe Kahlil has betrayed me like this.
The bastard!
[SIGHS]
Miss Fisher.
I've come a long way to finish our conversation.
Well, I certainly hope my repartee is worth the journey.
Tomorrow morning at 10:00,
you will appear before me at Scotland Yard
to explain why you shouldn't be charged with the crime
of releasing Shirin Abbas
from His Majesty's prison in Jerusalem.
10:00 a.m. sharp.
Good night, Miss Fisher.
Excuse me, sir.
Your brother thought you might like coffee,
served in the drawing room.
Tell Jonathon I'm wretched enough where I am.
Thank you, Crippins.
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]
Dinner and a show. You've outdone yourself.
[GUNSHOT, WOMAN GASPS]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS]
It's not over yet.
Miss Fisher! Quickly!
[KNOCKS ON DOOR] Sheikh Kahlil?
- I can't see him. - JACK: Get back.
Sheikh Kahlil!
Too late.
- No. No. No! - No, no, no. Stay back.
- Stay back. - [SOBS]
Oh, my...
[DOWN-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]
Shirin. My child.
Come outside.
[WIND WHISTLING]
Jack.
[INSECTS CHIRPING]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
JACK: Clear line of sight to the sheikh's room.
Wherever you go, Miss Fisher, trouble follows.
I prefer to think of it as the other way around.
Good evening, Superintendent.
Sir. German-manufactured.
But Turkish issue, 1896-'97.
[DOWN-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]
Hm.
You seem to be missing a button
from your waistcoat, Lord Lofthouse,
and it seems at least 100 people witnessed a heated argument
between yourself and the deceased.
Well, it was a business meeting. What do you expect?
Where did you go when you left the ballroom tonight?
I went outside.
For some air.
That's right. He was with me.
FORSYTHE: And when you heard the gunshot, was he with you then?
Uh, yes.
- I... - Excuse me, sir.
I think you were in the kitchen at the time,
asking cook to hurry along the coffee.
[CLOCK CHIMING]
Yes.
That's right. Yes.
[DOWN-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
When I looked through the keyhole,
there was no key in the lock, but why wouldn't there be
if the sheikh had simply locked the door?
But if someone had locked the door from the outside
and posted the key...
The sheikh was shot in the heart.
But the bloodstain is much nearer to where his feet were
when we found him.
As if the body had been spun around
by someone inside the room.
Who threw the gun out of the window.
Locked the door, posted the key,
and descended via the service stairs.
[WOOD SCRAPING]
I didn't notice that before.
Some religions associate the eye of the peacock feather
with the eyes of the stars or the guardians of royalty.
Or...
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS]
...the all-seeing-eye of God.
Jack... there's an inscription.
Well, um, take it away.
I'm just an innocent archaeologist.
I'm not a detective.
I've been kicked out of Palestine,
I've been set alight, and now this.
No.
I'm sorry about the fire, Professor,
but Shirin's uncle has been murdered.
I can't help you if you shoot me dead.
No.
But you don't need your left foot.
LINNAEUS: "If this treasure is removed from its sacred place,
may the desert sands rise and engulf the land
and may all the people of the inhabited world perish entombed
when day turns to night seven times."
I also have this, Professor.
An astrolabe.
PHRYNE: Take a look at this.
LINNAEUS: The Star of Argeadi.
Symbol of the Argead dynasty of Macedon.
The royal lineage of Alexander the Great.
This must point the way.
Well, to the oasis, at least.
You must hurry back to the Negev.
End this curse.
End the curse?
That's what you do with curses, Jack.
Too many people have died already.
We have to return the emerald to the crypt
before day turns to night
and Alexander's curse becomes unstoppable.
Day turns to night.
To night.
Day turns to night seven times.
It has to be a solar eclipse.
How long do we have to find the crypt, Professor?
How many solar eclipses have there been since 1918?
[DOWN-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]
LINNAEUS: Eclipses.
Two, four, six...
Oh, dear.
I wouldn't dawdle if I were you.
Thank you, Professor.
You know I wouldn't really shoot you.
With you, I can never be sure.
PHRYNE: Eleanor, what happened to Scotland Yard?
Well, they left, but they refused to listen to reason.
Jonathon, how's Lofty?
Not good now that he's sobered up.
They haven't charged him yet,
but the police are convinced he's guilty.
Don't worry. They'll come to their senses.
Shirin, we leave in half an hour.
Pack light and wrap up warm.
You're not going to Palestine without me?
Not after all this. What if you don't come back?
I only have a two-seater plane.
Well, there's always Lofty's Tiger Moth.
I haven't flown for a while,
but I could do with a change of scenery.
We could fly in tandem.
Perfect.
I just hope she doesn't fly like she drives.
PHRYNE: I heard that!
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS, TELEPHONE RINGING]
FORSYTHE: Come in.
Urgent delivery, sir.
If that woman doesn't show,
we'll have a diplomatic disaster on our hands...
with my reputation on the line.
I'm not sure what I can do about that.
The railway deal is ruined.
Point the finger at someone.
You said you had the evidence.
Charge Lord Lofthouse and be done with it.
Lord Lofthouse's waistcoat button
was already missing before the sheikh was murdered.
He was framed.
MONTY: That damned woman.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]
[DOWN-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]
[CAMEL BRAYING]
MAN: Yalla. Yalla, Fatima.
PHRYNE: She's very well behaved.
Of course.
She is a woman.
She cannot resist me.
[LAUGHS]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[INSECT BUZZING]
[GUNSHOT ECHOES, CAMEL GRUNTING]
Hunting.
[GUNSHOT ECHOES]
[LAUGHS]
Did either of you gentlemen happen to pay our cameleer
in British pounds?
No.
Why would we? The job's not done.
[DOWN-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]
[WHISPERING] Jack.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS]
[DOWN-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]
[WHISPERING IN ARABIC]
PHRYNE: [GASPS]
[GUN COCKS]
[CHUCKLES]
Game's up, Abdul.
Throw down your sword.
Who gave you this?
Please... spare my life.
I have children. Wife.
- Repeat the question, Jack. - [GUNSHOT]
An Englishman.
He sent money, but we never met.
He told me to delay you until he came.
Sounds like your friend Monty.
Please... keep the money.
You'll never see me. I give my word.
No. You can keep the money.
Take your camel and go... quickly.
JACK: You could've told me
that you planned to get rid of our only guide.
PHRYNE: I didn't see the need.
JACK: So I should have blind faith, whatever you do?
Marrying maharajas.
Meeting military deserters in the middle of the night.
PHRYNE: I invited you to that.
JACK: Seducing cameleers.
PHRYNE: I didn't plan to seduce Abdul.
JACK: You're missing the point.
If you let me know what's going on, then maybe I could help.
Well, maybe I'll be absolutely fine
without having to explain myself to you or any other man.
And if I need your help, I'll ask for it.
I won't hold my breath.
[LIGHT MUSIC PLAYS]
Jack?
JACK: Don't worry about it.
PHRYNE: I need your help!
It's quicksand!
Keep still! Grab my hand.
No! Stay back! You're sinking!
[GRUNTS]
I'm not losing you like this.
Not after all the other stupid ways I've nearly lost you.
What stupid ways?
Grab this!
Hold on!
[GRUNTING]
The reason that I married the Maharaja of Alwar
was because his true love is the Prince of Padna.
And if his bachelorhood had been confirmed by his enemies,
then not only would he have lost his throne,
but he would have been stoned to death.
You saved his life?
Well... I'm not sure how I could've helped with that one.
But thank you for the explanation.
[DOWN-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]
[ENGINE HUMMING]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[CAMEL GROANING]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[CAMEL BRAYING]
What is it? You see something?
No. It's nothing.
Just the heat playing tricks.
We have to get there before the eclipse.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]
[DOWN-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]
[WIND WHISTLING]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[SPEAKING ARABIC]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[SPEAKING ARABIC]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
No. This well was once overflowing.
We used to play here in the shade.
What's that?
That was the marker that points to the goat star,
the brightest star in the night sky.
[DOWN-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]
Look, Jack.
My ancient Greek's not a patch on the professor's,
but even I recognize this word "Dias" as Zeus.
God of thunder.
Shirin, your tattoo... It's a map.
Look. Here.
At the tip of the triangle towards the star,
is the lightning bolt of Zeus, marking the obelisk.
And here. This mark is the water of the well.
Then this third mark, like teardrops...
It must be the Crypt of Tears. It's a perfect triangle.
So we need to find the third point in the triangle
between the well and the obelisk.
[MID-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]
Here.
It's a rock.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]
We don't have long.
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[METAL CLANGS]
[WIND WHISTLING]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[RUMBLING, DEBRIS FALLING]
[ROCK SCRAPING]
PHRYNE: Alexander the Great's secret desert bride.
It looks like honey.
To preserve her body.
[DOWN-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]
There's someone else.
PHRYNE: Oh.
What is it?
A knife... with the Lofthouse crest and initials.
Your initials, Jonathon.
[GASPS]
I just want to put things right.
You were here with Templeton and Wilson.
[HORSE NEIGHS]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]
We knew about the jewels.
- Where are the jewels?! - Mama!
Tell me where they are!
I'll shoot all of you, one by one!
[SHOUTING IN ARABIC]
Templeton stood guard, and she led us here to the crypt.
The war.
It had taken its toll on all of us, but...
...Templeton was...
We should never have left him alone up there.
[GUNSHOTS]
[SHOUTING IN ARABIC]
[BLADE CLANGS]
[GASPS]
It was an accident.
[DOWN-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]
Mama.
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[SOBS]
[SPEAKING ARABIC]
From that moment on, we were all cursed.
You planted that emerald?
You wanted me to find it.
I thought if anyone could help me get back here
and find this place, it would be you.
So I could put the emerald back and end the curse.
But Wilson didn't die because he was cursed, Jonathon.
Someone murdered him.
[GUNSHOT]
And then they murdered the sheikh.
[GUNSHOT]
Someone who didn't want your crime to be revealed...
...and who wanted to ruin Lofty for your sake.
Someone very close to you who was always there,
who saw everything.
[DOWN-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]
Your father. Your real father.
- That's enough, Miss Fisher. - [GASPS]
Drop the weapon.
[DEBRIS FALLING]
It was you? You killed them?
They were gonna dig up the past. I had to stop them.
You murdered them? You framed Lofty?
CRIPPINS: Lofty is a drunkard,
determined to fritter away your mother's estate.
She wanted you to have your share.
The emerald is all you have.
Give it to me.
[RUMBLING]
No. This isn't right.
I have to pay for what I've done.
CRIPPINS: How will that help?
It will destroy you.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS]
We have to put the emerald back. We have to end the curse.
Move!
[GRUNTS]
[GUN COCKS]
Phryne, get out now.
You don't have to do this.
JONATHON: I do. I'm cursed.
I've been cursed since the day I was born.
Get out! All of you!
Come on!
Come on, Phryne!
Put it back.
CRIPPINS: You know I can't.
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[RUMBLING]
[GUNSHOT]
Stop, Phryne!
[WIND WHISTLING]
It's stopped.
[GUNSHOT]
Jonathon.
[DOWN-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]
[WIND WHISTLING]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
I passed on your request to the high commissioner.
But unfortunately,
it's impossible to retrieve your brother's body.
How did you know, Phryne?
About Crippins.
I'd wondered before... about the small things.
The way Jonathon always looked out for Crippins
and... the way Crippins hated you whenever you taunted Jonathon.
I thought he was playing favorites.
He was.
But it was when he spoke up for Jonathon against you
to protect Jonathon from suspicion
over the sheikh's murder.
Of course. [SIGHS]
That's when I knew.
He hid the truth from you, Lofty.
But he was still my brother.
[DOWN-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]
He was.
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]
This land will always be full of ghosts, Miss Fisher.
But thanks to you, it may live again.
Ma'a as-salaama, Shirin.
Ma'a as-salaama, Miss Fisher.
[GUNSHOT, CAMEL BRAYS]
Miss Fisher?
[BREATHING HEAVILY] There was an enormous tarantula.
You, uh... you shot a spider?
No. I missed.
It went that way.
[CLEARS THROAT]
[GUNSHOT, CAMEL GRUNTS]
Got it.
It's my only fear, Jack.
Apart from spending a long-distance flight
with Aunt Prudence.
I don't think that's true.
No?
What else am I afraid of?
Me.
You're afraid if you fall in love with me,
I'll turn you into a policeman's wife
and... try to stop you from saving the world.
Well, it can't happen.
I'm already a married woman.
And I don't need to marry you.
I just need your heart.
Because God knows you've got mine.
Jack.
I gave you that a long time ago.
For a detective, you don't notice much.
[DOWN-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]
By the way... there wasn't really a tarantula.
Good.
I didn't really shoot one.
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
Miss Fisher?
Miss Phryne Fisher?
Yes.
This is for you.
[CAMEL LOWS, SNORTS]
Jack... it's from my mother-in-law.
The Maharaja of Alwar has been murdered!
Yalla, Fatima! Yalla!
[MID-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]
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