All language subtitles for Miss.Scarlet.and.the.Duke.S02E06.1080p.PBS.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-BTN

♪ ♪

Fitzroy's father wants you gone.

♪ ♪

You're going to take this
post in Glasgow,

because there's no longer
a job for you here.

These are the gentlemen
I have selected

as potential husbands
for my niece.

You want to marry for love.
Yes.

PHELPS:
Spoiled little brat.

(people gasp)

You do not want me as an enemy.

I want you as my employee.

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(thunder claps)

(whimpers)

(click)

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(inhales sharply)

Eliza, whether I like it or not,

I leave for Glasgow
at the end of the week.

But ever the optimist,

I've decided to, uh, view it
as an opportunity.

I would go so far as to say

it is a golden opportunity,
William.

And one in which I know
you will flourish.

Our loss is Glasgow's gain.

Scotland isn't so far.

It is a mere few hours
on the train.

And if there is ever
an investigation

that takes me up there,

I will surely come and visit.

And whenever I have the,
the need to be back in London,

you will be the first
on my list to call upon.

So this isn't goodbye, but...

It's goodbye for now.

(knock at door, door opens)

You have a visitor.

Inspector Wellington has
arrived already?

It's not Inspector Wellington.

ELIZA:
I'm curious, Mr. Nash.

Given our last meeting, when
you attempted to blackmail me...

Miss Scarlet, please.

My intention was not
to blackmail,

but rather persuade.

What is it you want?

What I've always wanted:

for you to come work for me.

Well, my answer is still no,

so I bid you good evening.

I have a new proposal to make.

Make your proposal,
which I will turn down,

and then you can leave.

I have a surplus of cases.

You have a deficit.

Each month, I turn away work

whilst you tout for business

in a market that
views you with suspicion

and disdain.

I'm surviving.

But are you thriving?

If I were to hire you
to work these cases,

you would double,

possibly treble your income.

Mm, let me be clear,

so we don't have to have
this conversation again.

I will never work for you.

You already have.

What?

Your adultery case last month.

The Sanderson family?

I sent them your way,

as I have done with
several other clients

who required a feminine touch.

You're a liar.
Did it not occur to you

that you have become
rather busy recently?

I don't need your charity.

It wasn't charity.

I charged them a finder's fee.

So,

what do you say?

And I'd urge you
to consider my proposal

carefully,
given the forthcoming change

in your circumstance.

What are you talking about?

Your inspector friend
is leaving London.

You'll have no ally

in Scotland Yard,

no one to share their resources
or indeed hire you.

I'm sure he's offered

to sing your praises
to whoever succeeds him,

but we both know how
that will play out in reality.

Have you finished?

Miss Scarlet...

I find myself in
unchartered waters here.

I am more used to using
the stick than the carrot.

However, for some
incomprehensible reason,

you make me want to be
a fairer man.

A more honest man.

I could have carried on
throwing you cases,

receiving my finder's fee.

Yet here I am.

Now I have finished.

(door closes firmly)

(flash powder bursts)

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Underhanded, conniving,
and insulting to boot.

The man's reputation
is well deserved.

But he did offer you more money

for doing the same job.

You think I should
work for him, don't you?

I think you should
find a nice man

and get married,
but I'm trying to

make the best of
a bad situation.

I thought you
didn't like whiskey.

I don't.

Of course I'd rather
be thriving than surviving.

I had hoped to expand
the business,

have a larger office,

employ a full-time staff.

When you say staff...

It's one thing
working on your own,

but to be in charge of
a group of men...

Why shouldn't a woman
be in charge?

We have a woman on the throne.

Not when I was a girl,
we didn't.

Look.

I know you to be capable,

and although I'd sleep easier
had you taken a different path,

I am still very proud of
what you have achieved.

But perhaps now isn't the time

to make any further change.

You have much on your mind with
Inspector Wellington leaving.

It's clearly been worrying you.

What makes you say that?

Because it's not often
you have the need

to talk to yourself
in the mirror.

(chuckles)

(knock at door)

I'll let him in.

Before we dine, I wanted
to give you a present.

It's a parting gift of sorts.

Didn't know you could sew.

Oh... Ivy?

Well, I made such
a mess of the first set

that she insisted.

(clears throat)

Well, thank you.

(breathes deeply)

Look, Eliza, whether
I like it or not,

I leave for Glasgow
at the end of the week.

But ever the optimist...

You're not.
Pardon?

An optimist.

You always say that,
but we both know

you don't want
to go to Scotland,

so let's not pretend.

(sighs)

Well, there goes
my rehearsed speech.

(exhales): Well, I
haven't rehearsed this,

but, uh...

I'm going to say it anyway.

Am I going to need more whiskey?

I have a proposal, William.

I would like to offer you a job.

Is that a joke?

I've never been
more serious in my life.

(sighs)

My God, Eliza.

I mean, just, just
when I think that

we understand each other,

I can no more comprehend
how your mind works

than I can a complete stranger.

I'm trying to help you.

You don't want to leave London!

Oh, so this is about pity?

I have told no one
other than you

that I'm being forced to leave.

I had hoped to
salvage some pride,

yet you would have me going from

a detective inspector
at Scotland Yard to what?

What, your, your assistant?

Not assistant, no.

I don't know what we'd call it.

I haven't thought
it through. Clearly!

I mean, the notion that
I would work for you.

My business is
already up and running,

I have an existing reputation.

And I don't?

Of course you do, you're...

You're known and respected
throughout the city,

which would bring in
infinitely more clients.

Oh, now I understand.

Now I understand...
This isn't about

you helping me, this is about

you and your ambition.

Just as it always is.

I, I think I should leave
before I say

something I regret. You
mean you haven't already?

(door closes)

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(knock at door, door opens)

Morning, Inspector,
how goes the packing?

Fine, thank you.

Well, I hear from

my man in Glasgow the weather's

unseasonably fine at the moment.

Must be welcome news.

Is there something
that I can help you with, sir?

Well, I have the commissioner
coming in at any moment,

so I'll make my business brief.

Young Fitzroy will lead
the next case that comes in.

Supervise him,
but let him head it up.

Good to give him some experience

while he still has you on hand.

I'm not sure that's a good idea.

If I say it is so, it is so.

Yes, sir.

(door closes)

You have something to say,
Detective Fitzroy?

It's just that...

It was my father who has
requested I step up.

It is not the
superintendent's fault, sir.

I am sure he would
much rather not

be in this situation
in the first place.

You are one of
his finest officers...

That will be all, Detective.

Sir, forgive me for prying,

but I am surprised
at your decision to leave.

I understand it is a promotion,

but surely it will
not be long before you're

offered similar here.
I said that will be all.

Yes, sir.

(door opens and closes)

(people calling and talking
in background)

Hattie?

Did we arrange to meet?

Sorry, this isn't a good time.

My aunt is
waiting for you inside.

But I have yet to
unlock the door.

You gave me a key, remember?

In case I had to
water your plants.

I don't have any plants.

Very well,
I found my cousin's spare key

and kept it.

(sighs)
On occasion, I have used

your office as sanctuary,

particularly when my aunt
invites her goddaughter

around for tea.

She's a terrible bully.

Goodness knows what she'll
be like when she's an adult.

(sighs):
What does your aunt want?

Find a husband for my niece.

A simple task for which
I paid you handsomely.

And one which I have fulfilled.

You have given me the names of
numerous gentlemen,

and I have provided background
checks on all of them.

And found none eligible.

They are either
morally compromised

or have some family disgrace
lurking in their background.

One might almost think you were
finding fault deliberately.

But I will give you
the benefit of the doubt.

This is a new list,
the most comprehensive to date.

I'm sorry, I can do no more.

And I will say this,

because Hattie will not.

She's a grown woman,

perfectly capable of
making her own decisions.

And perhaps...

Perhaps she does not
want to marry

a man of your choosing.

She wishes to marry for love.

Miss Scarlet, because of you,

my one and only child
has moved to another country.

Do not assume you will have the
same influence over my niece.

She will marry,
and when she does,

she and her husband
will live in my house.

They will look after me
in my old age.

Who knows?

Perhaps there
will even be a child or two.

Because if not this,
then what life is it

to age alone,

to dine by oneself,

to spend endless evenings
with no company at all?

We are both women on our own.

We have more in
common than you think.

When my husband died,

I received
several offers of marriage.

But I had a young son
and a full life and...

The truth is,

I did not want to be ruled over
by another man again.

But one day, you
realize you are old,

that your life
is no longer so full.

And you look back upon
those decisions you made

when the future
stretched before you,

and you cannot help but dwell

on how things might have been.

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I do understand.

More than you know.

But Hattie is your niece,
and such a sweet person.

Surely it's her happiness

that should be
your prime concern.

So.

You are refusing
to assist me in this.

I am.

Very well.

I will find her
a husband myself.

You are wrong, Miss Scarlet.

We have nothing in common,

for I will have my
wealth to keep me warm.

And you...

This little concern of yours

will not provide you
with a comfortable old age.

Merely memories
of a once busy life.

Good day.

(door opens)

(door closes)

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(exhales softly)

I imagine you've been pacing
the streets in dilemma

at whether you
can trust me or not.

You had me followed, didn't you?

(chuckles)

But the fact that
you're here tells me

you've decided
to accept my offer?

I will take one case from you.

As a trial run,

to see how
this arrangement works out.

But it will be
a case of my choosing.

Not one requiring

"a feminine touch."
Agreed.

And in terms of payment,
I want...

Three months in advance,

yes.

My man heard you
rehearsing your speech.

Including the fact
that you'd settle for

two months in advance, so...

Do we have a deal?

We have a deal.

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Oh, and, uh, I would have
accepted one month in advance.

I knew your
man was following me,

and I allowed him to eavesdrop.

(chuckles):
Of course you did.

You know, you really are...

(gun fires, glass shatters)

(gun cocks)

(gun firing, Nash grunting)

(groaning)

(grunting)
Mr. Nash!

Mr. Nash!

(groaning)

Mr. Nash!

Mr. Nash!

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How do I look?

You're a lucky man.

Three bullets
in the leg says so.

Hm.

(exhales)

I saw a glimpse
of the man who shot you.

Tall.

Green coat.

Do you know him?

(groans)

(panting)

You need to rest.

The drawer.

Open it.

As per our agreement.

(exhales)

I have a case for you.

Find who did this to me.

Why not get your men to do it?

Don't get me wrong.

When it comes to
finding escaped convicts

or blackmailing a brothel owner,

my men are first-rate.

But this is my life.

I need someone I can trust.

What makes you think
you can trust me?

There are many people
that dislike me.

But you, Miss Scarlet,

you're the only one
who says it to my face.

Before he pulled out
his revolver,

I saw the gunman glance at
something in his hand.

A photograph.

A hired assassin?

Find him.

Please.

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Miss Scarlet.

Detective Fitzroy.

I'm here on the Nash case.

I could not believe my ears

when I heard you were
present at the shooting.

I've already given
my witness statement.

Oh, I, I'm aware of that,
but I just wanted to

reassure myself
that you were unharmed.

I'm quite well, thank you.

Inspector Wellington,
I was just inquiring

as to Miss Scarlet's health.

And I can reassure you
once again,

Detective Fitzroy,
that I'm quite well.

Are you?

Yes, I am.

I've just spoken with

the doctor who operated on Nash.

These are the bullets
extracted from his leg.

I haven't seen
the like for years.

Antiquated, to say the least.

I would wager fired from

an old cap and ball revolver.

Detective Fitzroy will
be leading this investigation,

and I would appreciate it

if you would allow him
to do his job.

Unhindered.

Wrap the bullets up
for further inspection.

Yes, sir.
(clears throat)

You're leading
the investigation?

Congratulations.

Thank you.

I am determined that
Inspector Wellington

will leave his post reassured
in the knowledge that I am

a capable detective.

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(chuckles):
Thank you, Miss Scarlet.

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ELIZA: I need to find
the revolver that fired this.

(breathes deeply)

Tomorrow I help you,
not tonight.

Why?
I'm busy.

Doing what?

That be my business.

Moses!

I just need one hour of your
time, please. (breathes deeply)

And you saw this man?

Only fleetingly.

I would guess he was
in his late 40s,

perhaps a little older...
As I mentioned,

he had a photograph he
consulted before he fired.

An assassin
whose weapon of choice

is at least 30 years old?

I'd wager ex-Army.

Those men from the Crimea

returned stuck in time
and in their ways.

Fighting battles in their sleep.

A gun for hire
so they can buy their whiskey

to keep them warm.

Do you know anyone
that fits that description?

No.

But I know a man who might.

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Welcome

to my Aladdin's Cave.

A lady like yourself
is sure to find

something that takes your fancy.

Perhaps later.

Masks!

From the warlords of Africa.

Rugs walked upon by
the sultan of Persia himself.

Remedies from the deepest depths

of the Amazon jungle.

A poison from
the blood-fanged viper.

A venom from the
devil-scaled scorpion.

I never knew such
creatures existed.

Two drops on a man's skin
will send him to sleep.

Three, and he'll never wake up.

I put a few dabs

on my cash register every night

to stop thieves from robbing me.

Does it work?

Ask him.

Solomon!

The bullet!

Oh, oh, yes.

Well, you know,

I'm no expert,

but I think I might have sold

a box of balls for
such a weapon only last week.

To a gentleman, chatty fellow.

Mentioned a tavern he was
particularly fond of.

My memory is not
what it used to be.

As poor as my sight these days.

Oh, yes.

It's all coming back to me now.

(people talking and calling
in background)

You've been gone an age.

What on Earth

have you been doing?

One of the punters
owed me money.

Been looking for him

for the last three months.
We're trying to find

information on this gunman,
not calling in your debts.

The gunman's name
is Isaac Marshall.

Ex-Army.

Spent the last ten years

in Warwick Gaol
for armed robbery.

Released a few weeks back.

That's his address.

Oh, well, good work.

The Rookery.

Well, no time like the present.

Come along.

Your hour is up.

Three hours ago.

I got another job to do.

No!
Fine.

Then I'll just have
to go on my own, then.

The Rookery is
the most violent slum

in the city.

Tell your inspector.

Let the police go in.

My inspector,
nor is he speaking to me.

And anyway, I'm sure I've been

to worse places before.

You go there, you will
not come out alive.

Well, it's a good job
you're coming with me, then.

(emphatically):
No, I am not.

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(door opens)

Sir.

(door closes)
I have a request.

Concerning?

The, the Nash case.

I would very much appreciate
your help... well, guidance.

Well, more like
a second pair of hands.

You are the lead detective

on this investigation.

If you require more resources,

then you have an entire team
at your disposal.

Yes, sir, on that,

they may have
gone to the Fat Goose.

May have?

Definitely have.

Then tell them to
come back, Fitzroy.

You are their superior officer.

You need to demand
their respect.

Yes, sir, absolutely.

And...

How exactly would
one go about such a thing?

(sighs)

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(man yelling in distance)

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Hello, darlin'.

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I must warn you,

I'm working for Scotland Yard.

There are undercover officers
all around, watching us.

Where?

(men laughing)

(gun fires)

ELIZA:
Up there.

I knew you'd come.

No, you did not.

Our man clearly likes a drink.

Them thieves
would have robbed you

and cut your throat.

Next time, listen to me
when I warn you!

♪ ♪

Eliza.

It wasn't Nash
the gunman was aiming for.

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It was you.

Ah!

Inspector Wellington!

I wonder if I might have a word.

How can I help you,
Mr. Potts?

It's a sensitive,
but pressing issue.

A personal matter, if you will,

concerning myself
and Miss Scarlet.

As you are no doubt aware,

myself and her housekeeper,
Miss Woods,

are enjoying a, uh, friendship
at present.

Yes, I am aware, Mr. Potts.

And for the sake of this
friendship,

I would like to find
some accord with Miss Scarlet.

However, this is problematic

when she insists on gaining
entry to my mortuary.

Now, I need not remind you,
Inspector...

Women are not allowed.

Precisely.

So... I kindly request

that before your departure
to Scotland,

you speak with the lady.

I understand she listens to you.

(laughs)

Did I say something that amuses
you, Inspector?

Oh, more than
you could ever know.

Now, if you'll
excuse me, Mr. Potts,

I need to go and drag
half of my department

out of the Fat Goose
and back to work. Sir.

The ballistics report
has come back on the Nash case.

As we suspected, the bullet
looks to have been fired

from a cap and ball revolver,

most likely an old Navy Colt.

Then it confirms the weapon
we suspected.

Forgive me, sir, that is not why
I bring this to your attention.

The report outlines only two
bullets examined.

There were three.

I believe Miss Scarlet may have
taken the third.

Inspector...
Yes, Mr. Potts,

I am aware of your opinion of
Miss Scarlet,

but I do not have time

to hear it again. No,
no, no, no, it's not that.

Although it is disappointing
to hear

that she runs rings around you
much as she does me.

No, it's that this very morning,

I have taken possession of
a cadaver

found in the Rookery slums.

And in his right ventricle
was lodged a lead ball,

just like the one you describe.

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WILLIAM:
What was he wearing?

Well, I'll have
his possessions brought in,

but he was not a smartly dressed
gentleman.

Rather worn boots,
old green coat.

That fits with Miss Scarlet's
description of the gunman.

I would say he's tall, too.
Mm-hmm.

What else can you tell
from looking at him?

Um...

His skin's got
a slight yellowish tinge.

Jaundice, perhaps?

A heavy drinker.

Good, well done.

Do you have the postmortem
file, Mr. Potts?

I have it here somewhere.

You'll, uh, have
to forgive me, Inspector,

we're running rather
behind today.

(chuckles)

One of our coroners,
Mr. Wormsley,

is now and again infected with a
terrible ague.

(chuckles):
Ah, here we are.

Well, I say ague,
it's more likely malaria

brought on from his time of
service in the Indies.

You know, muscle pain,
dysentery,

headaches...
Thank you, Mr. Potts.

His name's Isaac Marshall.

He had an identity card on
his person from Warwick Gaol.

Released on
the 12th of this month.

Well, this is your
investigation.

What would you recommend as
the next step?

If he's been to prison,
he'll have a criminal record.

We can gather a list of known
associates.

We'll make a detective
of you yet.

M for Marshall.

Once we have our list,
call the men in for a meeting.

Give them two suspects each

to chase down.
I'll ask them.

No.

You will tell them.

Yes, absolutely.

Ah, here it is.

That's odd, the original files
are missing.

But we have the carbon copies.

Here's a list of known
associates.

Anything?

It's hard to say, we'll have
to cross-check them.

Here is his prison record
from Warwick Gaol.

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(breathes deeply)

MOSES:
Isaac Marshall's police file.

Original copies.

Have a look at his prison
record.

There's a name on there

you might recognize.

His cell mate?

Joseph Simms.

MOSES:
Your first-ever case.

Never was there
such a cunning crook.

Do you think
he hired Marshall to kill me?

You stopped him
inheriting a fortune.

Not to mention, he did

a year's hard labor
because of you. Did?

Simms was released
from jail last week.

You say Miss Scarlet
poisoned this Simms character?

With a hefty dose of laudanum.

(rattles knob, knocks loudly)

He was out for almost an hour...
I thought that she'd killed him.

She's quite something,
is she not?

Wait here in case she comes
back.

But if I stay here, how am
I to continue to lead the case?

I'll be running
the investigation from now on.

With respect, sir,
the superintendent said...

I don't have time
to hold your hand anymore,

not on something this important.

You'll wait here whilst I go
and look for Miss Scarlet.

No!

What?

I'm attempting to follow your
guidance,

to stand up for myself,

to demonstrate leadership.

So I would appreciate it if you
showed me some faith

in the time we have left.

Well, let me give
you another piece of guidance.

You speak to a superior officer
like that,

and you will find yourself in
serious trouble.

What do you care?

You're going to Glasgow
to pursue your own ambitions

and to the hell with the rest of
us!

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Do you know why I'm leaving,
Detective Fitzroy?

Not through choice or ambition.

I'm leaving because of you.

Because your father wants
someone

to blame for your shortcomings,

and I am
the one that he has chosen.

(bellowing):
Now stay here!

That's an order.

♪ ♪

(horse whinnies)

What you looking for?

I don't know yet,
but I do know how much money

is in my bag, Clementine,
so don't even think about it.

Hello, Moses.

Isaac Marshall is dead.

Shot through the heart.

No doubt punishment for
the mess-up over my shooting.

You think it was Simms?
Most likely.

That his file?

(exhales):
These are my case notes,

including aliases
and past addresses.

There are several,

but I would start with this one.

I'll go to Scotland Yard
and alert the inspector.

Clementine, I need
you to do something for me.

Go to Miss Scarlet's office.

Wait there in case
the inspector turns up.

Fine, I'll get my boots.

He may have
found out where I live.

You must warn Ivy.

I'll go straight there...
I'll send a message

to Scotland Yard on the way.

(door opens and closes)

Right, I'm off.

And don't worry, Miss Scarlet,
you can count on me.

Hand it over.

What?
My money.

Fine.

♪ ♪

(people talking in background)

I have a telegram
for Inspector Wellington.

I was told he was here.

I'll take it.

Sir.

♪ ♪

What's that girl gone
and done now?

There's no time to explain, Ivy.

We just need to
get you somewhere safe.

And Lizzy? Is she
safe? MOSES: She is.

You have my word, Ivy.

(pounds wall)

(driver urges, horses whinny)

Inspector.
Moses.

I take it you did
not get my telegram.

♪ ♪

What telegram?

(dog barking in distance)

(people talking in background)

♪ ♪

Police!
Get down on the ground!

I said on the ground!

Easy, son.

I am not your son... you will
refer to me as sir or detective.

Just you is it, son?
I mean, sir?

I said get your hands in the
air!

Get down on the ground!

Uh, which one is it?

I can't go down

without lowering my hands...

Stop talking, just do it!

(gun cocks and fires,
people scream)

(gun cocks)

(people screaming and gasping)

(people shouting)

Stay still, try not to move.

(panting):
I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!

Stay still.

♪ ♪

(door closes in distance)

Who are you?

I'm Inspector Wellington of
Scotland Yard.

I need to speak
to Miss Scarlet right away.

♪ ♪

(door opens)

Hello, Miss Scarlet.

How did you find me?
Your associate.

Clementine, is it?

Not the brightest spark in the
box.

That damn woman!

Now, first things first.

I believe you owe me an apology.

For what?

Taking my inheritance.

Making me kill my old cellmate.

I didn't make you kill anyone...
You're insane.

So would you be,
after a year's hard labor.

Have you any idea
what that does to a man?

That's no excuse for murder.

Old Isaac deserved it for
his cock-up.

Unlike him,
my aim will be a sober one.

(pistol cocks)
Wait, wait, wait!

I have money.

Enough for you to buy
safe passage

to wherever you wish to go.

Where is this money?

The safe in my office.
Very well.

I'll go there after I kill you.

No, no, you'll need a key.

I've hidden it somewhere,

and you'll never find it
without me.

Tell me where it is.

Now.

(chuckles)

Is that all there is?

That's a month's wages!

You need to up your fee... still,

I never turn my nose
up at free money. (kisses)

Right.

If this is to be my last moment,

at least let me have a drink.

Would you care to join me?

Care to join you?

You're up to something.
No, I'm not.

(chuckles):
You trying to stall me,

or, or is it something else?

It's a simple last request
for a drink.

Course it is.

Laced with laudanum, is it?

Or have you changed your poison
of choice?

You're right, I have
changed my poison of choice.

"Venom from the devil-scaled
scorpion"?

Is this a joke?

Oh, that's what I thought at
first, but, uh...

No, it turns out it is rather
potent.

But I...

I didn't take the drink.

I didn't put it in
your drink, Mr. Simms.

I put a few drops on the money

you just touched.

(yelps)

An insurance policy,

in case something went
wrong and somehow you found me.

I say "somehow."

I instructed Clementine to give
you this address.

(panting) She knows exactly
what Inspector Wellington looks like.

She's been arrested
by him enough times.

(shouts indistinctly)

(grunts)

(exhales)

I do hope
these are still useable.

(struggling)

MOSES:
You never cease

to amaze me.

Thank you, Moses.

What makes you think it was
a compliment?

What took you so
long to get back here, anyway?

Ivy's mother talk even more
than Ivy.

(laughs)
(wagon door closes)

Inspector.

Moses.

How is Detective Fitzroy?

He'll be fine,
it's just a flesh wound.

Goodness.

He's lucky you were there.

I seem to remember saying

that the next time that you
poisoned someone,

I would have you arrested.

Really?

I don't remember that.

You could have killed him,
Eliza.

A little scorpion venom never
hurt anyone, William.

(both chuckling)

(clears throat)

When do you leave for Glasgow?

Tonight... I'm taking
the 10:00.

(people talking in background)

You know, Scotland isn't so far.

Just a few hours by train.
Mm-hmm.

And when I have need to be back
in London,

you will be the first on my list
to call upon.

So this isn't goodbye, but...

Goodbye for now.

OFFICER:
Duke?

We're all done here.

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(people calling and talking
in background)

HATTIE:
Eliza!

I came to tell you
the most marvelous news!

I'm engaged!

What?
Who to?

I have yet to meet him.

But his father is
a viscount, so my aunt is happy.

(imitating):
"Harriet," she said,

"there are two types of women in
this world.

"Those who can be choosy,
and those who cannot.

And you are the latter."

She is right, Eliza.

What is the point of me waiting
any longer?

So that you find
someone that you like.

I have liked many
gentlemen in the past.

The trouble is,
it has not been reciprocated.

And I am fine with that.
Look...

I have an appointment,
but I can change it.

Let us sit down
and talk this through.

There is
nothing to talk through.

It has all been arranged.

My aunt is even throwing
me an engagement party tonight.

Tonight?

Isn't this all a bit rushed?

(quietly): Perhaps she is
worried he might change his mind.

(aloud):
Will you come?

(sighs):
Of course I will, but...

Splendid, and bring Miss Woods.

The more people I like there,
the better!

Until tonight, then...
Goodbye, Eliza!

A curious tale.

And one which leads me
to conclude

that it's entirely
your fault I was shot.

I'm afraid so, Mr. Nash.

I can only apologize.
No need.

I always wanted a walking cane,

and now I have an excuse
to use one.

For a while, at least.

(exhales)

I had my men
bring in a selection.

I chose this one.

The three lions of
the British Empire.

But you're Irish.

When it suits.

And sometimes, it does not.

I came to give you this.

Given the assassin's bullet
was for me,

I think it only fair
I return your fee.

Um...

This is the money
that you poisoned.

Well, I believe enough time has
passed for it to be quite safe.

Tempting, but you keep it.

Let's call it

a down payment for
the next case I throw your way.

Then I will take my leave,
Mr. Nash.

Thank you for coming to see me.

It's nice to know you care.

Oh, and, um...

I prefer this one.

(chuckles)

Hm.

No, I like this one.

(talking and laughing)

(music playing)

I do hope I'm worthy enough

to accompany you to such
an illustrious gathering.

You have scrubbed up
very nicely indeed, Barnabus.

So have you, Ivy.

(exhales)

Eliza, you are here!

Hattie, are you all right?

I am, actually.

Oh, Eliza, this is Mr. Peters.

My fiancé.

It's lovely to
meet you, Mr. Peters.

(quietly): You need to speak
slowly so he can read your lips.

(quietly):
Is he deaf?

He is Dutch...
Can't speak a word of English.

MRS. PARKER:
Harriet, there you are!

Are you looking after Ludwig?

I am, Aunt.

MRS. PARKER: Now,
come along, the pair of you.

There are other guests to
meet apart from Miss Scarlet.

(music continues)

Thank you.

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(breathes deeply)

(people talking in background)

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(clock striking hour)

♪ ♪

Commissioner wants to see you.

I need to catch my train, sir.

It's important.

You were given a simple
instruction.

Teach my son,
show him the ropes,

knock some gumption into him.

And now he lies wounded in
a hospital bed.

He has made progress, sir.

Slowly, I admit, but he has
the makings of a good detective.

I have read your report.

He went alone to apprehend an
armed criminal.

With respect, sir,
that was not my fault.

No?

Then whose is it, then?

Yours.

Mine?!

In your son's desire to prove
himself to you,

he risked his own life.

The blame lies at your door,

and no one else's.

Now, if you'll excuse me, sir.

You think I'm going to let
you walk away, Wellington?

(sighs)
You will be charged

with dereliction of duty.

Have him arrested pending a
hearing. Sir, let's not be too hasty...

If you do not, I will replace
you with somebody who will.

(door opens) FITZROY:
That's enough.

Inspector Wellington should be
commended, not punished.

What the devil are
you doing here?

I discharged myself.

I've come to speak with
you, Father.

This is not the time... leave us.

No.

Inspector Wellington is the
finest officer in this force.

He has shown me nothing
but patience and kindness,

and he will not
be forced from his job.

Nor will he face any charges.

If he does, I shall resign.

Then go ahead.

Resign.

Very well.

But it will not be just me.

I organized a vote,

and the result was unanimous.

Inspector Wellington stays,

or every man here resigns.

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Detective Bailey, do you agree?

I do.

FITZROY:
Detective Daniels?

I do.
Detective Phelps?

Yep.

I'm sure you would rather avoid
the embarrassing headlines of

"Police Commissioner's Son
Leads Mass Revolt."

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And I do not look
upon it as losing a niece,

but gaining a nephew.

To the happy couple!

GUESTS: To the happy couple!

(music playing)

Ivy. Inspector, I didn't
know you were coming.

Neither did I.

Is Eliza here?

William!

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William.

Where have you been?
I, I...

I went to
Scotland Yard and to your house.

Well, in my search for you,

I've been to Mrs. Parker's
party.

It's curious how even
a happy occasion

can't put a smile on that
woman's face. (chuckles)

How did you know I was here?

You're always here.

William, there's something...
I want to say.

Something I should have said
much sooner than this.

Oh.

What are you doing here?

What about your train?
(inhales)

(exhales):
There's been a change of plan.

The commissioner has decided

that I can keep my current
position.

Well, "persuaded" might
be a better term.

You're staying in London?
It's a long story.

I'm more interested in what you
were going to say.

What I was going to say?

Yes.

Well, you're staying now,
so what does it matter?

It matters to me.

(carriage approaching)

POTTS:
She's here!

Oh, thank goodness!

Lizzie, where have you been?

I've been worried sick!

Miss Scarlet,
you really should show

more consideration.

Miss Woods had quite the fright

when she couldn't find you at
the party or at home.

Don't make a fuss, Barnabus.

We found her safe and sound.

Now, what say we carry
our merriment on inside?

A nightcap, perhaps?

(quietly): I know where
she hides the sherry.

I think you've had quite enough
sherry for one night.

(chuckles)

Maybe a parlor game of some
sort?

Rather partial to charades.

You are so clever, Barnabus!

What a wonderful idea!

I love charades!
Come on!

(Potts chuckling)

Please don't make me
go through this alone.

Please say you're
coming in, too.

Tell me what you were going
to say and I will.

Now's not the time.

We don't want to keep
Mr. Potts waiting.

I'll tell you tomorrow.

No, you won't.

No, I won't.

I hate charades.

ELIZA: That's because
you're not very good at it.

(door closes)

WILLIAM:
I'm better than you.

ELIZA: It's not a
competition, William.

WILLIAM: Eliza, it's
always a competition.

(Eliza chuckles)

(click)

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