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- Good morning Ma'am.
- Good morning.

Eliza!

Eliza!

-Can't you make an appointment
like a normal person?

-Do not... open that.

-What? Why?

-Just put it down on the desk.

Slowly.

Oh, thank God.

-Thank God?! It's
a bomb, Patrick!

-Oh, it won't go off.

The timer's not linked
to the detonator.

I received exactly the same
thing about an hour ago.

-Why would someone send
this to the two of us?

-Oh, it's not just
the two of us.

-It came this morning.

Left on my doorstep.

No post mark, no stamp,
must've been hand delivered.

- Where is it now?
- At home.

I thought bringing a box of
dynamite to Scotland Yard

would not be a good idea.

-Well I don't know
why we're here.

We should look
into it ourselves.

-I said the same.

- But she never listens.
- No, she does not.

Yes, thank you, you've both made
your reservations quite clear.

- This is not a good time.
- Inspector Wellington,

we've each been sent
an explosive device.

Or rather it would be explosive
if it was rigged to go off,

which thankfully it wasn't.

-Come with me. Now.

-Same as mine.

-It was left outside Scotland
Yard for my attention.

-Do you have any idea
who is doing this?

-I know exactly
who's doing this.

We all received
the same devices,

but I believe that I
was the primary target.

This was inside the
package that I received.

-Is it Gaelic?

-Irish Gaelic, yes.

-“Táimíd ag coimeád súil ort.”

It means, “we're watching you.”

The movement
for Irish home rule

has become more than political.

There are certain groups who
have made it an armed struggle.

In the past year they have
planted bombs in army barracks

and government offices, so...

Scotland Yard would seem
to fit that pattern.

In case you
hadn't noticed, Inspector,

I do not work for Scotland Yard.

-It's possible that one of these
groups has been following me

and seen who I associate with.

-Well, I'd hardly call Moses
one of your associates.

-He's regularly worked
for Mr. Nash, who in turn

has worked for me
several times this year.

-Several?

-I just go where the money is.

-Because of the nature
of these incidents

I've had to contact the
Special Irish Branch.

The, er, Head of Investigations
is on his way over.

-Who is he? Anyone we know?

-Sir.

-Hudson.

-Wellington.

- It means, “We're watch...”
- I know what it means.

Every man in my division
has learned Gaelic.

I believe that we must know
our enemy as we know ourselves.

Of course I'm
paraphrasing Sun Tzu

from the Art of War,

which you've no doubt read?

-No.

I've, er, sent my men

Yes, before we get into that

we should discuss
the chain of command.

I will be taking full
control of the investigation

from this point.

-I'd assumed that
our departments

would be co-operating on this.

-Co-operating, yes.

But under my command.

The Irish branch was created

to deal with exactly
this type of threat.

I hate to pull rank but
these orders come from

the Home Secretary himself.

I appreciate that
this is difficult.

We were both in the
running for the same job

and I was chosen ahead of you.

But the best man
won and all of that.

I trust there is to be
no lingering resentment?

-We're on the same side.

-That's the spirit.

Now, you say you have sent men

to collect the
explosive devices?

I wonder if you would be so good
as to supervise that yourself.

And in the meantime I
will begin my interviews.

Let us start with...

Eliza Scarlet.

-There are many private
detectives in London,

but to my knowledge
only one who is a woman.

A young, unmarried woman.

-I fail to see the relevance.

-There must be a reason
that you were targeted

with an explosive device.

Perhaps you have an
unusually close relationship

with the Inspector?

-Let me be very clear.

Inspector Wellington
and my relationship

is purely professional.

He respects my ability, my
insight and my tenacity.

One “n” in tenacity.

“Tenacity,” is
that what she said? Hmm.

It's true though, she's good.

-You are Irish, are
you not, Mr. Nash?

-Maybe you're suggesting
I'm mixed up in this

because of my heritage, you're
barking up the wrong tree.

-Perhaps you move
in certain circles

where you have made enemies.

Or indeed, friends.

-This has nothing to do
with where I was born.

-And where were you born?

Specifically.

-Manchester.

-You were born in Manchester?

-The Parish of
Manchester in Jamaica.

-And how long have you
lived in this country?

-Hard to say.

-What does that mean?

-You know when something
is easy to say?

Well, it's the opposite of that.

-I would like a complete list

of all the people
who have employed you

since you came to London.

-I know you have to
ask these questions

but trust me, you're...

-Wasting your time.

There are far better lines
of enquiry to pursue,

such as why these bombs
weren't set to explode.

-I doubt it was intentional.

-Many of their bombs have
failed to detonate in the past

-But why send a message
saying “we're watching you”

if the bomb it was attached
to was supposed to explode?

-That will be all for now.

Good day.

-Very well, I will
get my own answers.

-I am afraid... you will not.

-They've suspended my license.

Apparently they can't risk me

“interfering with their
lines of enquiry.”

It's bad enough to have
my time wasted with a

barrage of pointless
questions, but now this.

Patrick's still in
there being questioned,

probably because he's Irish.

Everything alright, Moses?

You're rather quiet?

-You don't give me much choice.

-Sorry.

-But, since you asked,
things are far from alright.

A few years back, in Jamaica,

certain events played out in
such a way that I had to leave.

-I see.

-My plan was to keep moving...

but I've been in
London three years now.

It might be a good
time to move on.

-These men that
are following you,

could they have
sent you the bomb?

-Not their style.

They like to see your
face when they kill you.

No, it's our friend
Hudson that concerns me.

He'll be making
enquiries about all of us

and at some point

he'll send a telegram to
Jamaica with my description.

It's a small island.

Word'll get around where I am.

-And that would be bad?

-Very bad.

-They did the same
with my place.

Took every file, every casebook.

They even took my clock.

And they suspended my license.

-Mine too.

I don't see why we
should be punished.

We're the victims here.

It's not like we know
any more than they do.

-That may not be entirely true.

-What does that mean?

-Did you read about that
train robbery, last Thursday?

The London to Liverpool on
the Great Northwest Line?

- The Jewel of the North.
- Hmm.

Well...

the police have made a
total mess of it so far.

It was twenty miles
outside of London,

no-one was sure whose
jurisdiction it was-

Scotland Yard or the
neighbouring force.

It's been going back and forth

and the train company
are spitting blood.

When I found out, I
offered them my services.

-By “found out” you
mean you bribed someone

for the information.

Anyway, this train robbery has
similarities with one in Bristol

from a few months back.

One that was carried out...
by Irish nationalists.

-Why would they do that?

-Well, most of their money comes
from America but there are a few

different groups, some of
whom have turned to crime

to fund their cause.

Someone wants to scare
us off the investigation

of the train robbery.

-You're already working the case

and I presume you've
roped in Moses

but what about myself
and Inspector Wellington?

-Well, the case went to
Scotland Yard a few days back.

Your inspector is the lead.

And with regards to yourself...

I may have implied you
were working for me.

-What?

No-one ever suspects a
woman would be undercover,

that's why people
always love the idea.

-Always?

How often do you tell this lie?

-I wouldn't have to lie if
you came to work for me.

-Do not bring that up again!

-Look, the way I see it, we
have two choices from here.

Either we leave that
incompetent fool, Hudson

to blunder round for months
chasing up dead end leads.

Or we take the initiative

and find who's behind
this ourselves.

- Who are they?
- Irish Branch.

Inspector Hudson's brought
more of his men over here.

And what's all this?

-Er, suspect files of
known Irish extremists.

Inspector Hudson has ordered me
to help with the investigation.

-Has he now?

What the hell is going on?

-Ah, Wellington, come in.

Sit down.

I've had word from
the Home Office,

we believe further attacks are
imminent in the near future

and I have been ordered
to expand my operation...

-If you want one of my men,
then you come through me.

They are working a
variety of investigations,

you can't just take
them at your will.

They have work to do.

As do I. This is my office!

-Yes, about that...

-What's that smell?

-Cooking.

-Oh dear.

-What do you want, William?

-I've been sent home.

Told to take a leave of absence.

That idiot Hudson believes
that because I was the target

of a bomb threat, I may
pose a danger to others

at Scotland Yard.

I mean, the man is a fool.

He's got where he
is on nepotism,

I wouldn't trust him
to find a lost dog.

Dear God, Eliza, that
really does smell dreadful.

-Well, Ivy's away and, er...

I've been trying to
follow her recipe

but I must have done
something wrong.

-Hmm.

-Did you have a
reason to come round

other than to insult
my culinary skills?

-Hudson is ex-army,

so he will follow every rule

and set procedure no
matter how long it takes

or how irrelevant it is.

But, if you and I
were to work together,

then we can get
answers far quicker.

-William, there's something
you should know...

-This must be done in
absolute confidence.

No-one else can know
that we're doing this.

Alright? No one.

That's a lot of
potatoes for one person.

- Oh, for God's sake.
- I tried to tell you.

-I went out to get us some food.

I thought it might be safer.

You're working
the train robbery?

To be fair, you
weren't making much progress.

-There was a delay whilst
we worked out jurisdiction.

I was only assigned the
case a few days ago.

-That's why people hire
private detectives.

We don't make excuses.

-Gentlemen, please.

I would remind you we have a
mutual interest in resolving

this situation as
quickly as possible.

Arguing will not help.

Now...

I need to know
everything you do.

-Well, the London to Liverpool
train was stopped at a signal...

-Moses... why don't you start?

-The Jewel of the North
is a daily service

from London Euston to
Liverpool Lime Street.

Usually it carries
passengers and post,

but on the day of the robbery,

it was carrying something else.

Cash.

A lot of cash.

-The money was being sent
from the London office of the

Great Northwest Railway Company

to a construction
site near Liverpool.

It was the wages for the
hundreds of new workers

they've hired to build new
lines across the northwest.

-The train stopped at a signal

about 20 miles
outside of London.

This was a scheduled stop

to allow an express
train to pass through.

That's when the
robbers got onboard,

breaking into the
freight carriage

and overpowering the guards.

We need a complete
list of train guards,

drivers and platform staff,

including every signalman
between Euston station

and the site of the robbery.

I doubt they know my
license has been suspended.

-Patrick, you and Moses
go to their head office,

see what you can find out.

Myself and Inspector
Wellington will go to the bank

that delivered the
wages to the train.

What?

-Who put you in charge?

-Well... someone has to be.

Come along.

-So, how are you?

-Well, my license
has been suspended

and someone is sending
me bombs in the post.

I've been better.

-I was just making conversation.

We haven't had many recently.

-Well, we've both
been very busy.

And how is Arabella?

-Very well.

And you would know this

-So, this wage run the bank
delivered to the train.

How much are we talking?

-Thousands. And if
you really must insist

on always changing the subject

you really should
work on your subtlety.

-William, I am very pleased
for you and Arabella

and the only reason
I have not accepted

her kind invitation
to dinner is that,

as already stated,
I have been busy.

There, will that do?

Now, let's fetch a cab.

Last Thursday one
of your biggest customers,

the Great Northwest
Railway Company

withdrew four thousand
pounds in cash

to be transferred onto the
London to Liverpool train.

-Four thousand one
hundred and eight pounds

and twelve shillings.

I oversaw the delivery myself.

-So you provided
the security team,

the guards and the
carriage drivers?

-Do I really have to go
through all this again?

-Miss Scarlet asked
you a question.

-Yes, my men delivered
the money to the train.

No, they saw nothing suspicious.

And furthermore, the
Lambeth and Westminster Bank

can assure you that
no members of staff,

past or present, was involved
in the subsequent robbery.

Now... if there's
nothing else...

-Mr. Bamford,

there is a reason you've read
about me in the newspaper.

The chief correspondent at
the Illustrated Police News,

Mr. Basil Sinclaire, is
a close personal friend.

I'm godmother to his
beautiful twin girls.

I assume your employers here
at the bank would wish to avoid

any hint of bad publicity?

-Are you threatening me?

-Yes.

And if I were to give
Mr. Sinclaire your name

and mention your
lack of cooperation,

I dread to think
what he might write.

He can be quite scathing.

-That's an understatement.

-Very well.

I'll give you the list of
everyone who was working

on the day of the robbery.

-So sorry for
keeping you waiting,

it's been a dreadfully busy day.

The engineering works
at Wigan continue

to be a strain on our resources.

And how can I help
you gentlemen?

-We're continuing to
investigate the robbery

of the Jewel of the North

and we were wondering
if we could get a list

of all your staff who
were working that day.

Including the...

-Wait...

Is that what I think it is?

Is it the same?

-The same wiring, the
same general configuration

and again not set to explode.

-I tried telling Lyndhurst that.

But you should've seen his face.

-I thought he would keel
over there and then.

-Like the others, the
serial number's been removed

from the timing device.

-Makes it untraceable.

-There's nothing in these.

-Nor these.

We've been through everyone
who worked on the train

and everyone who
works at the bank

and I don't recognise
any names or addresses.

Of course it'd be easier if
your friends hadn't broken

into my office and
taken my files.

-They're not my friends.

-What time is it?

-Nine o'clock.

Ah, damn it.

-What is it?

-I have dinner plans.

Or I had.

-You go, we'll pick
this up in the morning.

Really, it's fine.

-Thank you.

Gentlemen.

-Your inspector is late
for his lady friend?

-How should I know?

-You know who we
could take this to?

-Will he be open at
this time of night?

-He's always open.

-Interesting.
Very interesting.

-Do you mean interesting as in
interesting or interesting as in

you want more money?

-Both.

-Have you had any more thoughts
about what you're going to do?

-Nash is opening
an office in Paris.

He's offered me a job.

-And then what?

You can't run forever.

You must have a grand plan?

-Why must I?

-Everyone does, don't they?

-I don't know what I'll be
doing from one day to the next.

And that's how I like it.

-I couldn't live like that.

-And that's your problem.

-I don't have a problem.

-So, who did you say made this?

-The police think it's a
group of Irish Republicans.

-Ah, no.

It's not them.

-How you know that, Solomon?

-Well, the construction,
the wiring, the whole works.

See...

they use alarm clocks

and a small pistol to
detonate the explosive.

Simple, but effective.

This, ha, this is brand new.

Military grade.

-What about the note
written in Gaelic?

-Well, all I can tell you
is, it's not the Irish.

-I'm so sorry, I was working and
I completely lost track of time.

I went to the restaurant,

-Hmm, I considered dining alone

but it doesn't look good
in front of the customers.

It's fine, William, really.

I'm not one for using
guilt as a weapon.

That's my mother's job.

-You're here now and
that's all that matters.

- Would you like a glass of wine?
- Please.

-What was it you
were working on?

-Long story.

It's a manhunt of sorts.

I was working with some
private detectives.

Including Eliza.

-Eliza?

-Well, good for her.

-Hmm...

We?

Goodness, you really
are the partnership.

-So, how's your day been?

-I had no idea that
you worked so closely.

-It's been a rather long day.

Could we perhaps talk of
something other than work?

-Erm, sorry, William.

It's just I'm feeling
a little... sensitive.

When you were late, the
thought did cross my mind,

albeit briefly, that you may
have lost interest in me.

-That could not be
further from the truth.

-Are you hungry?

I had my cook prepare
Fricandeau of Veal with spinach.

-I have no idea what that
is, but it sounds delicious.

Good. Then let us
head into the dining room.

-Good! I'm famished.

Eliza attempted to
make some lunch.

It didn't end well.

Still, at
least she tried.

I mean, that woman is
nothing if not determined.

-I am a little busy,
Inspector Wellington

so if you would get to
the point and briefly.

-I have a proposal for you.

-Indeed. This one.
Add him to the list.

-I believe that I can be of
real use to the investigation

if I come back to work.

I can help you.

-The offer is appreciated,

but we are making
excellent progress.

We have a number of suspects

from both the Irish Republican
Brotherhood and Clan Na Gael.

No, no, not him, he's dead.

-Even so, a fresh pair
of eyes can't hurt.

Wellington...

the Irish menace is
growing and changing.

The bombs you were sent were
of an entirely different

construction to those
we've seen before.

They are adapting their methods

and I need specialist
officers on this case.

Now, as I have already said,

it would be safer
for all concerned

if you remained away
from Scotland Yard.

Do you mind?

-It's your office, be my guest.

Now, if there is nothing else,

I will see you out.

Drinking, in front of the men,

it's not something
that I'd advise.

You must be beyond
reproach in their eyes.

I'll keep that in mind.

-No hard feelings, eh?

Suit yourself.

- Sir.
- Detective Fitzroy.

-What is it you
need me to do, Sir?

-We are now certain this has
nothing to do with the Irish.

I need conviction records
of individuals or gangs

who have knowledge
of explosives.

You'll find them in the
cabinet in my office.

I also need case notes
from the train robbery.

-I'll go in when the
coast is clear, Sir.

Where did you find the key?

-Where it always is,

under the whisky bottle.

The case notes from
the train robbery.

There's an interview with the
train porter who was working

on the day of the robbery.

He describes the money being
delivered onto the train

by the security
team from the bank.

-Five men in total.

Five?

Bamford told us there were
four men on the security team.

Why would he say that?

-It was an oversight.

I'm in charge of security
for several branches,

I was just confused about
who was working what day.

-The fifth man that
was left off your list,

we managed to find out his name.

Jack Fenton?

-Fenton?

The name rings a bell,
but I'd have to check.

-Huh.

-Fenton has prior convictions
for armed robbery.

It's surprising he got the
job in the first place.

-Well, I've never
heard of him, so...

-How strange...

since he's your brother-in-law.

-Let's start again,
shall we, Mr. Bamford?

Jack Fenton.

He married my sister, Peggy,
some twelve year back.

I never liked him.

He was in the army for a while
before they kicked him out.

And then he did some
time in Newgate.

Peggy... she asked
me to get him a job.

It wasn't a full time
job, it was just...

it was just every now and then
when we needed extra staff.

-Was he involved in the robbery?

-I don't know, and-and
that's the truth.

-Where is he now?

-He moves from place to place.

There're some pubs
in Holborn, er...

there's a guest
house in Clerkenwell.

I had heard that he was
working in a jeweller's

in Hatton Garden now and then.

-A security kind of thing.

They like ex-cons.

They know all the tricks.

-Names and addresses.

-Go on, quick as you can.

-Bamford's a wreck.

He's terrified that
he'll lose his job.

I'll keep that hanging over
him in case we need him again.

-I sent a message to Nash,

he and Moses can try the
pubs and guest houses,

I thought we might
visit the jewellers

and see if our
Mr. Fenton's working today.

-Well, if he's working
security then it'll probably

be when they get shipments in.

Uncut diamonds once,
maybe twice a month.

-Well, then we'll find out when
those shipments are coming in.

-If we show up there and
tell them who we are,

then we run the risk of someone
tipping this Fenton off.

So, we need some
kind of cover story.

-I have just the thing.

Can I really choose
any ring, dearest?

Any one at all?

-Any one at all.

-I hardly know where to begin,

I feel like a child
in a sweet shop!

-Er, may I ask, how long
have you been engaged?

- Erm...
- Four days, three hours

and nine minutes.

Tell him how you
proposed, dearest.

-Well, he doesn't
want to hear that.

-Of course he does.

It was so romantic.

-Well...

I erm...

got down on one knee and,
er, asked her to marry me

and she said yes.

-You make it sound so prosaic!

Tell the whole
story, every detail.

Including the doves.

- There were doves?
- There were doves.

Oh.

-Well...

we were in Regent's Park,
by the boating lake.

My fiancée had made
a sumptuous picnic,

she really is the
most wonderful cook.

I er... laid our blanket
under a cherry tree.

The blossom was in full bloom

and, er...

I realised that I couldn't
wish for a more perfect moment,

so, I took her hand

and told her how she was
the most beautiful woman

I had ever seen and whatever
else I was unsure of in my life,

the one thing that I knew was

that we were meant
to be together.

-I never knew you
were so romantic.

Apparently so.

-I'm afraid none of
these are quite right.

I prefer a more sizeable stone.

Are you expecting any
deliveries of new stock?

-Says he's never heard
of no Jack Fenton.

-Well, there's one place
left to try after this.

Our man... read his
description again.

-Heavy set, dark hair, beard.

This won't be easy.

You any good with your fists?

-Isn't that why I pay you?

-It's gonna be a two man job.

-Well, as it happens...

I used to box for County
Wicklow.

Argh!

Argh!

-Are you gonna help or what?!

Police!
That's Fenton!

Get after him.

These two.

I am arresting you

for obstruction of justice

and impeding an
ongoing investigation.

-I really liked that cane.

-Nash and Moses are being
questioned at Scotland Yard,

as far as I know, they're
keeping tight lipped.

I managed to briefly speak
to Moses in his cell,

he said they almost caught
someone you were looking for.

-Jack Fenton?

-That's the one.

There was some kind of
scuffle and he got away.

-Well, if Fenton knows that
people are looking for him

he'll most likely go to ground.

So I doubt that he'll be
turning up at the jewellers.

-If there's nothing else,
I should be getting back.

-Of course. And thank
you Detective Fitzroy,

this is most appreciated.

-What about Hudson, what
will his next move be?

Can I help you?

-I'm looking for a Miss Scarlet.

I'm one of six partners in the
Great Northwest Railway Company.

Following the incident
on the Jewel of the North

we hired Mr. Nash to carry
out an investigation.

The police, I'm afraid to say,

have been borderline
incompetent.

No offence, Inspector.

-None taken.

-We've been victims
of crime before but

this felt very different.

First, I'm sent a bomb

and then I learn Mr. Nash has
had his license suspended.

That's why I have come
to you, Miss Scarlet.

You're the only of his
employees I could find.

-I'm not his employee.

But do carry on.

-This morning

I learned what I believe to be
a valuable piece of information.

The chief conductor of
the Jewel of the North

- now remembers an encounter
with - a suspicious fellow

in a public house in the
days before the robbery.

-Suspicious in what way?

-Well...

he seemed to be an
affable stranger.

The conductor was invited
back to his house.

Not house exactly,
some room over a shop.

The two of them
continued drinking

at which point, the stranger
began to ask question

after question about train
timetables and signals.

He was quite persistent,
and indeed aggressive.

-Did he give a name?

-Fenton.

Jack Fenton.

-Do you have the address?

Not much to show for a
life of crime, is it?

-Crime doesn't pay, Eliza.

Actually, that's not true,
there are many criminals

who make more than I do.

-Well, you'll have to save up

No doubt.

I'm sure you have
expensive tastes.

-Actually I don't.

I didn't like any
of those rings,

I'd prefer a
simple, small stone.

As long as it's in a gift
box with a bow, I'd be happy.

That was always my
favourite part of Christmas,

the unwrapping rather
than the present itself.

-I'll keep that in mind.

-Now Arabella on the other hand,
well, that's a different story.

Goodness only knows how
much you'd have to spend

if you were going
to buy her a ring.

If you get the
chance of a promotion

I really would take it.

-Get out.

- I was only teasing.
- Out.

Now...

-William?

The erm...

the suitcase is booby trapped,

there's a bomb inside.

Go.

For God's sake, Eliza!

-Now is not the time
to lose your temper.

Can you close the lid?

-Well, now, there's, erm,

there's a trip wire attached
to, er, some kind of spring,

I heard it click
when I opened it.

It hasn't fully triggered but,
er, I can't risk any movement.

-You can't just
stay here like this.

-Yes, I'm well aware of that.

I will attempt to close it
when you've left the building.

-Attempt to close it?

-No.

-I've been reading up about a
variety of explosive devices.

They're all based on the
same basic principles

so I'm reasonably sure
I know what to do.

-When you say reasonably sure...

-All bombs have an
explosive ingredient

that's connected to a detonator.

In turn that detonator can be
connected to a, a percussion

device or a timer or, in
this case, a trip wire.

-There are three wires, do
you know which one to cut?

-Yes.

-Wait, wait, wait.
Is that true?

-Mostly.

Ah, done.

- Which one did you cut?
- All three.

It's only crime novels that
you have to do just one.

At least we know that
Fenton's definitely involved.

-This is the same as the others,
again everything brand new.

The wires, the detonator,
the explosive charge.

This must have cost a lot,
even on the black market.

-Well, maybe he stole it?

Easier said than
done, of course.

Any factory or armoury
that makes explosives is...

guarded like the
Bank of England.

-This one has more
explosives than the others.

-This was meant to go off.

-The manufacturer's name is on
one of the sticks of dynamite.

Galton and Hobbs.

I apologise for
turning up unannounced

but I require some
urgent information.

-Was the information
I provided of any use?

-It most certainly
was, thank you.

I understand your company is
carrying out engineering works

in the northwest,
building several new lines

to extend the existing routes.

-Forgive me, but how
is this connected

to the robbery of our train?

-Well, the laying of a new track

is seldom done over
flat landscape.

Er, more often than not it
requires the creation of tunnels

so that the train may
pass through hillsides.

Tunnels that are blasted out
with industrial dynamite.

And not just dynamite, all
the things that go with it

such as timing devices
and detonators.

Your company gets these from,
er, Galton and Hobbs I believe,

an armaments firm in Wandsworth?

I visited them earlier today.

They were very helpful.

-Miss Scarlet, er, you'll
have to forgive me,

I've just realised there's an
urgent meeting I must attend.

-Am I right in thinking that it
is you personally that oversees

the buying and transport
of these explosive devices?

-I have no idea what
it is you are saying,

but now I must ask you to leave.

-How do you know Jack
Fenton, Mr. Lyndhurst?

You do know him, don't you?

-Ah, Inspector Wellington,
you're here just in time.

Mr. Lyndhurst was about to tell
me how he knows Jack Fenton.

-Ah!

-Uh...

-Well, perhaps this
will jog your memory.

It's, er, Corporal
Fenton's discharge sheet.

You served together in the
First King's Dragoon Guards.

There, signed off by one
First Lieutenant Lyndhurst.

-You sent yourself
that bomb, didn't you?

You did it when Nash
and Moses were here

to throw them off the scent.

And then when we got too close

-It was never my
intention to harm anyone,

- that was Fenton's
idea, - not mine.

The bombs I sent originally
were not primed to explode

It was purely a
misdirection, I swear!

-You will come to Scotland Yard

and you will tell me
everything that you know.

Including the whereabouts of
everyone else involved in this.

-Why did he do it, do you think?

-Money, plain and simple.

Or he's just greedy.

Either way it'll all come
out in the interview.

A man like that,

so scared of prison that he
won't hold anything back.

-And Nash and Moses,
you'll set them free.

-I will.

This is my case now.

Eliza, I know that things can be

somewhat complex between us,

but to be frank,

I, er... I miss your company.

- William...
- But we are old friends.

Surely we can still
go out for our, er,

monthly dinner together,
just the two of us.

Yes, it's unconventional.

But, when did you ever
care about convention?

-And Arabella would be
content with that, would she?

Good day, William.

This fellow,
Seamus O'Dougal...

put him...

-Gentlemen.

I believe your
work here is done.

Now, if you don't mind,
I'd like my office back.

-Alright, that's three
minutes, take a break.

-I'll get some fresh air.

Miss Scarlet.

-You're getting old, Moses.

-He's just getting
better, that's all.

And he always tries harder
when you're watching.

-I thought you'd like
to know that, er,

Jack Fenton was
arrested an hour ago,

along with two former cellmates.

That should be everyone
involved in the robbery

but I'll let you know if
anything else comes up.

Oh, and I brought you this.

It's a French
dictionary.

I thought it might be useful
if you're going to Paris.

-That's very kind.

But I'm still thinking it over.

-Will you be around for
work in the meantime?

-Perhaps.

I'll see what tomorrow brings.

-Moses, you really should
try having a long term plan.

It's my experience that having
a list of objectives to tick off

is... satisfying indeed.

-And it's my experience,

the more you want
the less you get.

-Well, I want many things.

-Then take my advice,

choose just one.

-Ready.

-I'm so sorry for
being late, again.

I've told the cab
to wait outside,

so we can leave straight away.

What time is our reservation?

-Sit down, William.

-Is everything alright?

-Please.

I had a father who lacked the
capacity to love his children

and a husband whose
only interest was money.

There is only so much
rejection one soul can take.

-I'm sorry... I don't...

-Eliza.

I assume she is the
reason you're late.

She...

She was working the
same case as me, yes,

but that's no...

The things she says and does,
her triumphs and disasters.

Of course you claim she
vexes you so and causes

you nothing but trouble, but the
truth is there for all to see.

-My relationship with Eliza
is purely one of friendship.

-You are in love with her.

Unless you can
convince me otherwise.

Well, I wish you luck.

You will need it.

-Arabella...

Eliza's ambition will
outweigh everything,

even her feelings for you.

Nothing will ever
be enough for her.

Certainly not the
future you envisage.

You can see yourself out.

What is this?

Eliza Scarlet, Chief
Investigator, Nash and Sons.

Business cards wrapped
in a box on my desk.

-I'm going to Paris next week
to set up the new branch.

I need someone to run
the London office.

Must we have this
same conversation...

-This is a different
conversation.

You won't be working for me,
you'll be working with me.

I want you to run this branch.

You can choose the
cases and the clients,

you can do whatever you want.

-You'll have a full time
staff of twenty men.

You'll be able to
work cases far bigger

than anything
you've done so far.

Imagine if it was a woman
running an agency this size.

What kind of signal
would that send out

to those who want to
follow in your footsteps?

-That's a very
persuasive speech.

Did you pay someone
to write it for you?

Of course I did.

If I were to accept your offer,
I would want my own office.

-Obviously.

-With my name on the door.

-Thomas?

-So, what do you say, Eliza?

Do we have a deal?