All language subtitles for Miss.Scarlet.and.the.Duke.S02E03.1080p.PBS.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-BTN

Moses, can you please
stop breaking into my office?

I like to keep you on your toes.

Right now I'm more
concerned about him.

The new superintendent?

Fitzroy is not equipped

to be a constable,

never mind a detective.

I will do whatever it takes

to make you proud of me, sir.

It's better for both of us

to leave things
as they are for now.

I just hate to see you alone,
that's all.

You lose everything, my girl.

So you said four times.

I definitely had
it on yesterday...

Your gloves, your keys,

that handkerchief I
embroidered for you.

Everything.
Five times.

Miss Scarlet?

Yes.
No.

I'm Miss Scarlet.

May I enquire if
you've lost something?

Some jewelry perhaps?

Uh, yes.

My mother's wedding ring...
Have you found it?

Does your ring
have an inscription?

Um... from my father
to my mother.

"For my beloved
Lavinia Scarlet."

Then it is yours.

I've told her so many times

to get it resized,
but does she listen?

It was found last night

in the city mortuary
by a Mr. Potts.

Is he the one who calls
you an un-Christian woman

with the morals of an alley cat?

Yes, that's the one.

You're under arrest.

What?

Why?

For breaking and entering

the city mortuary.

Find Inspector Wellington.

Duke, the door.

Duke!

It's your house, you get it.

Sorry to bother you,
but I wondered

if Inspector Wellington
was there?

You've got a visitor.

Inspector Wellington?

I need your help!

It's Eliza.

She's been arrested!

Tell her it's my day off!

Who is this Eliza?

She's not my wife!

Ready, Inspector?

Miss Scarlet really
does need your help.

There has clearly been

a misunderstanding,
Detective Phelps.

Not that I wish to tell
you how to do your job,

you being an
extremely experienced,

well-regarded officer.

I am simply perplexed
as to what has happened?

Well, let me enlighten
you Miss Scarlet.

Last night, someone
smashed the window

of the city mortuary

and broke in.

They then gained access
to the clerical office inside

and stole some highly
confidential files.

Well, if that is true,

then it's both deplorable
and a disgrace.

Words shared by the
clerk of the mortuary,

Mr. Potts, although in his
case used to describe you,

rather than the situation.

I know that man's opinion of me.

"An unscrupulous woman

who is as trustworthy
as a bag of snakes."

Ah, but the fact is,
I am no thief.

I'm so glad you brought
up facts, Miss Scarlet.

Because the fact remains that

your ring was found
at the crime scene.

Well, I have no idea
how it got there.

Women aren't even allowed
in the mortuary.

And quite right, too...
It is no place for a lady.

Morning, Duke.

I'll take it from here,
Detective Phelps.

Thank God for that.

I'm sorry to have

dragged you into this, William.

On my day off.

Oh!

Were you doing something nice?

I have no idea
how my mother's ring

found its way
to the crime scene.

It's a puzzle indeed.

Do you think that
I was born yesterday?

I'm warning you, Eliza,

the next words out of your mouth

had better be the truth,
or I'll take you

down to the cells myself.

All right, fine.

I did go to
the mortuary yesterday.

I have numerous
outstanding cases

which I could progress
with if Mr. Potts

would share some basic
information with me.

But he refuses to treat me like

a fellow professional,
so I have no choice

but to break in,
like a common criminal,

and check the files myself.

I must have dropped my
mother's ring whilst there.

Hence this misunderstanding.

Let me get this straight.

Last night you broke into
the city mortuary

and stole files
from Potts's office.

Where exactly is
the misunderstanding?

I never stole anything.

I looked at the files
and then put them back.

And it wasn't last night,
it yesterday afternoon

when Mr. Potts
was out for lunch.

And I didn't break in.

Why would I when I have a key?

You've duplicated a key
for the city mortuary?

What choice do I have?

Someone else
burgled the mortuary

last night and it wasn't me.

I wouldn't lie to you, William.

That's a blatant lie in itself.

Miss Scarlet.

Detective Fitzroy.

New haircut?

Very smart.

Sir, I have a message for you.

I thought I told you
that I wasn't here.

I'm on my day off.

Yes, sir, but the Superintendent

has asked for you,
he says it's urgent.

Do not move.

William?

William?

You do believe me, don't you?

This is an extremely
serious offense

that you're accused of.

And it's going to be damn hard

to prove it wasn't you.

Come in!

Ah, Wellington,

this is Mr. Thackery.

Good morning, sir.

Well, I hope it is
a good morning, Inspector.

It's been a bloody awful
night, that's for sure.

Mr. Thackery
is the chief coroner.

The break-in at
the city mortuary.

Break-ins, plural.

We've just had word that
the mortuaries in Kentish Town

and Swiss Cottage
were broken into last night.

Confidential files
stolen from each.

Well, I believe you have
the perpetrator in custody?

We do indeed, Edmund.

That woman has a history

of breaking the law.

My man in the city
has had to deal with her

time and time again.

But this time she
has gone too far.

Lady detective...

What a nonsense.

Sir, Miss Scarlet

has had some minor
grievances with the clerk

who runs the city mortuary, sir.

There was evidence found

at one of the crime scenes
that places her there.

Surely you're working
under the assumption

that whoever did one break-in

must have done the other two?

Yes, that would be our
assumption, sir, but...

I want that woman
charged without delay.

It's all in hand.

Take Miss Scarlet

directly to Holloway;
she can be kept there

whilst further
investigation is undertaken.

Further investigation,
what need is there of that?

You've got all the
evidence you need, Fergus!

Charge her.
But sir...

That's an order, Inspector.

Yes, sir.

I'm sorry, Eliza...

Where is she?

I wish I knew so I could

give her a piece of my mind!

She does nothing but
worry the life out of me.

Not only is she now a fugitive,

but she's also made
a complete fool out of me.

Again!

I'm as frantic
to find her as you are.

God knows where she is.

God knows what danger she's in!

Well, not as much danger

as she'll be when
I get my hands on her.

Please do not
talk like that, Inspector.

It is not gentlemanly.

Do you have any idea

how much trouble she's in?

Then you must help her.

How can I when I
don't know where she is?

There is one person
who might know

her whereabouts
and I have my men

hunting him down as we speak.

If Moses so much as sneezes,

we will be down on him
like a ton of bricks.

What makes you think
Moses knows anything?

Those two are as
thick as thieves.

If you see her,
or you hear from her,

then you send for me, Ivy.

Immediately.

Are you sure you
weren't followed?

Why do people
always ask me that?

I'm worried about my girl.

Are you certain this
is the right thing to do?

Just stick to the plan.

I don't think I can do it.

You just lied to a
detective inspector.

You can do this.

Gone?

Gone where?

I don't know, sir.

So, our prime suspect,

who was in your custody,
has done a runner?

And you're unable
to locate her... a woman?

She's a private detective,
sir, she has contacts.

Are you not one of them?

I can assure you that I've
had no hand in this, sir.

I can also assure you
that Eliza Scarlet

is not the perpetrator.

We're barking up the
wrong tree. Enough!

Now it seems to me
we have a conflict

of interest here.

So I'm going to recommend
you're moved to another case.

With all due respect, sir,
that would be a mistake.

The chief coroner is a man
of connection and influence,

a man who can make
my life extremely difficult.

Give me one more day, sir.

Now I have not long
been in this job, laddie,

and I can assure you, you do not

want to be the reason I lose it!

You have your day.

Find her.

Yes, sir.

What a privilege it is
to have such a visit!

Not since Prince Albert
himself graced us

to open our new autopsy wing
have I been so honored.

Then the honor
is all mine, Mr. Potts.

I am merely here at the request

of my husband, Mr. Thackery.

"Cecilia, ah," he said,

"you must pay Mr. Potts
a visit and see

is he quite well after
such a distressing episode."

The notion of the chief coroner

giving an employee
as lowly as myself

any thought is a comfort
indeed, Mrs. Thackery.

Mm.
But I cannot lie,

this business with the break-in

has left me feeling
somewhat violated.

To think someone came into this,

my private sanctuary,

without authorization.

I say someone,

but I know exactly who it was.

And so do the police.

Yes, my husband
told me all about it.

Some young woman, was it not?

I hear she's a
private investigator.

What a curious job for a lady.

There is nothing of
a lady about that woman.

She's a charlatan,
make no mistake.

But I believe I have
seen the last of her.

And I am glad to hear it,
Mr. Potts.

What exactly was it she stole?

I thought you said your husband

told you all about it,
Mrs. Thackery?

He did indeed, but...

I have quite forgotten.

You know how us ladies are.

It's hard to retain too much

information at any one time.

I do not believe you.

It is abundantly clear to me

that a lady such as yourself...

possesses great brains
as well as beauty.

You are kind, Mr. Potts.

But, it is nevertheless
true that

the details have
quite evaded me.

Would you mind if
we did not discuss that woman?

I have to be mindful
of my blood pressure

and she has a habit
of causing me great vexation.

Uh... tea.

Goodness, I'd quite forgotten

the reason for my visit.

My husband and I

would like to invite
you for dinner

this evening.

Dinner?

At the chief coroner's house?

And I will endeavor

to keep my questions
to a minimum.

I'd hate to cause
undue vexation.

I... nonsense,
Mrs. Thackery, nonsense.

What is it you wish to know?

Confidential files were stolen

from all three mortuaries.

They contained lists

of unidentified bodies
who died 25 years ago.

In the August of 1857.

Anything else taken?

We should let Eliza know.

Not yet.

She must lie low until
I have found out more.

Where exactly is this safe
house she's holed up in?

I hope it's respectable.

It's not exactly Claridge's
but it will do.

Oh, my God!

Miss Scarlet,
welcome to my castle.

Hope you've made
yourself at home.

Hello, Clementine... yes, yes.

Moses has shown me
all the amenities.

Thank you for allowing
me to shelter here.

I have allegations
made against me

that are completely false.

Aren't they always?

So...

what are these
false allegations?

It's a, a break-in
at the city mortuary.

And for your information,
the claims are false.

On Bell Lane?

Mm.

My sister Clementine
works that street.

Your sister's called
Clementine, too?

All my sisters are.

Made it easier for our mother
to remember who's who.

If something happened
on my sister's patch,

she'd know about it.

Horrible woman she is.

I could pay her a visit, though.

See if she knows anything.

I would be most grateful.

How grateful?

I take a great risk
in going to see her.

Last week, she punched
a dog in the face.

This Moses is the key.

If anyone can lead us
to her, it's him.

Sir, I've got
that information that you...

Get to it.

Did I say something wrong, sir?

Shut the door, Fitzroy.

Now, I do not believe that
Miss Scarlet is guilty in this,

but my orders are to find her,

not to go looking for an
alternative perpetrator,

so this line of enquiry

is to remain
strictly between us.

Do you have a problem
with that, Detective?

No sir, I do not have
a problem with that.

Good.

Now, what've you got for me?

The files stolen from
each of the three mortuaries

contained lists of
unidentified bodies

from August 1857.

Yes, yes, tell me
something I don't know.

Then I searched for a link...

Male, female, similar ages,
cause of death.

And?

But unfortunately
those details only exist

in records at the
cemeteries themselves, but

I managed to pull maps of

each cemetery and where
the graves are located.

I've marked them with an X.

How many cemeteries are there?

14, sir.

With one pauper grave in each.

Shall I come with you sir? No.

I need to do this quietly.

You go back to your duties.

Yes, sir.

Clementine!

Where have you been?

You've been gone hours!

Shh...

Did you see your sister?

What did she say?

Does she know
anything about the break-in?

She saw it with her own eyes.

Well...
one of them.

The other one's
not so good since

the wrestling match
with our grandmother.

She saw the real thief?

Clementine...

Clementine...

Whoa, whoa!

You should
be ashamed of yourselves!

Come on, let's go, come on!

I'm calling for the police!

Stop!

I'm a police officer, madam.

Are you all right?

I'm just a little shaken.

My husband is the vicar here.

He's away on business
and I'm all alone.

Poor soul.

Those grave robbers,
they have no morals.

Do you know who's buried here?

No one knows.

It's a pauper grave.

I was in
my parlor in the Vicarage.

Such a lovely sunny room.

I like to carry out my
correspondence there.

So what alerted
you to the robbers?

I was writing to my sister,

Agatha... I heard
a noise outside.

We weren't expecting
any burials today.

My husband's away
on church business.

He's staying with
the archbishop himself

in Canterbury.

So you heard a noise outside?

I went out to see what
it was and instantly I knew.

Body snatchers.

It's a lucrative trade,

selling corpses to
the medical profession.

They supply bodies
for anatomy classes.

Dissection.

Yes, I am aware of the practice.

I shouted at them to stop.

They were so shocked

that someone was
at the vicarage.

They must have assumed it empty.

Mm.

Then they saw you and ran.

Had you not been there,
Inspector...

I dread to think what
might have happened.

You got a good look at them?

One had dark hair

and the other was...
fairer.

Average build, the pair.

Any scars, tattoos?

Distinguishing features?
None that I saw.

But they were very grubby.

Mm.

Dirt all over

their faces, their hands...

I'm sorry,

I haven't been much help.

No, you have been most helpful.

Take Mrs. Ellis home.

Oh!

Duke.

There's been a sighting,
the Jamaican.

Do you want me to bring him in?

No.

He's mine.

And a pound of
potatoes, please, Jim.

Right you are, young lady.

Mrs. Thackery!

How nice to see you again.

Mr. Potts.

What a small world.

Ah, not really.

Mother is just
around the corner.

I had to pay her a visit

to impart my most
wonderful news.

Oh?

The honor of dining
with yourself and

the chief coroner this evening.

I said, "Mother, I might
just purchase a new tie,

for the occasion
is one so special."

Mother would have so
loved to have joined us.

Well, bring her
along if you like.

Oh, dear Mrs. Thackery,
you misunderstand me.

Mother is dead.
Oh!

It is her grave which I visit,

every Friday in fact, although,

today, as you know,
is Wednesday.

Nonetheless, I felt compelled

to share the news of this
great honor bestowed upon me.

Well, I really should be going.

Dinner will not prepare itself.

I-I am more

than a little confused,
Mrs. Thackery.

It is most unusual that a lady

such as yourself
does her own shopping.

Indeed, however...

I wanted to ensure
that all the ingredients

for tonight's dinner were
of the highest quality.

I don't know what to say.

Until this evening, then.

Until this evening.

What a delightful lady.

It is a treat to be
in her company.

A treat indeed.

Yeah, Ivy's one in a million.

Ivy?

Clementine?

Clementine!

I've just had
the loveliest dream.

Moses took me
to Gilberts and by God,

did he look handsome.

What did your sister
Clementine say?

Which one?

There's five of us.

The one that
witnessed the break-in

in the city mortuary!
Oh, her.

She said it was
raining that night,

so she took shelter
under the arches

near the mortuary.

That's when she saw him.

Him?

A man.

Yes, I've gathered that,
but what did he look like?

Blackest of hair,
bluest of eyes...

a crooked smile that would
make the devil whimper.

Did she recognize him?

It's something, I suppose.

A man.

Black hair, blue eyes.

You said she was
sheltering from the rain?

But it wasn't
raining that night.

In fact, it hasn't
rained for weeks.

And if it was dark,

how did she see
he had blue eyes?

She got good eyesight.

You said she had
only one working eye.

You didn't go and see
your sister, did you?

You drank my money.

She's terrifying!

When I was girl,

she stole my pet mouse
and baked it in a pie!

I want my money back... now!

I'd love to stay and chat,
but I gotta get to work.

Where is she?

Grave robbers drink here.

I said, where is she?

Let me go in,

ask around,

see about those two
who ran from you.

How do you know about that?

Have you been following me?

You go in, forget it.

They will smell
police a mile away.

And why would you
want to help me?

We both know she is innocent.

And those body snatchers
will lead to the real thief.

So...

I will help you help her.

For a fee, of course.

I don't work with criminals.

Shame Miss Scarlet
doesn't follow my example.

Good luck.

You're gonna need it.

Whiskey.

There you go...

Inspector.

Eliza...

Mr. Potts.

Do not bother, Miss Woods.

That is your real name,
is it not?

Miss Ivy Woods?

Yes.

Yes, it is.

And I am so sorry
to have deceived you.

Well, it was for a good reason.

There is never a good
reason to deceive, Miss Woods.

But it comes as
no surprise to me that

the lady who runs
the house of that woman

should herself be
un-Christian in her ways.

I can assure you I don't
make a habit of lying.

But I love that girl,

and I'd do anything to help her.

I should never
have believed that

the chief coroner
would even consider

inviting someone
like me for dinner.

You would think
I'd know my place

in the world by now.

When will you
ever learn, Barnabas?

I really am very sorry,
Mr. Potts.

I've never done
anything like this before.

Well...

take heart, Miss Woods,

because you had me fooled.

Good day.

Mr. Potts?

Did you spend money
on a new tie?

C'mon, cough up.

Think I'll take a lady
out with my winnings.

How about...

your mum?

Who's there?

I'm looking
for a man about a job.

The kind that can
make you serious money.

Never been so bloody busy.

Business good?

Booming, mate.

Be even better if I weren't

stuck with this ingrate.

Get on with ya.

Run!

Take them to the cells,
keep them separate.

I'll question this one first.

I ain't done nothing!
Shut ya mouth!

I do not like to be manhandled.

Best part of my day,
arresting you.

We needed it to look real.

This was your idea.

I got you your thieves.

Now it's your turn.

Well, I'd like to
say it was a pleasure

doing business with you,
but you know I'd be lying.

There's more
where that came from

if you tell me
where Miss Scarlet is.

I'll be watching you.

I'd expect nothing less,
Inspector.

Why is this Miss
Scarlet not in prison as we speak?

How has she evaded the entire
Metropolitan police force?

I know it's not ideal,
but trust me.

You had this woman
here and she slipped

through your fingers.

Well, I've had enough
of this nonsense, Fergus.

I'm taking this up
with your superiors.

Edmund...

Out of my way!

Sir, we have a development
in the case.

You have the woman
back in custody?

No sir, I have something better.

So just to confirm,

this is not the
woman who hired you

to rob the grave
at High gate Cemetery?

She was much older.

And this older woman is
the same as who you believe

broke into the three
burgled mortuaries?

And how do you know this?

Because these nicked
files that you keep

banging on about,

she had them.

Paid us to dig up
every name on there.

Well, I say name, but the
graves didn't have any.

All of 'em pauper graves.

And what was she looking for?

Not a bleeding clue.

But whatever it was...

all she found
were bags of bones.

So, uh, tell me
about this woman.

Name, age, appearance.

Don't know her name.

Only that they call her

Bloody Mary.

Been inside for years...
New gate, I think.

And as for what
she looked like...

Well, you should know,
you met her.

What?

When me and Watts did
a runner at High gate.

We thought she was done for.

But the silly tart couldn't
run away in a dress, could she?

The only person that I met was

the vicar's wife, Mrs. Ellis.

That was no vicar's wife, mate.

That was Bloody Mary.

Just so I am clear,
crystal clear...

You had the perpetrator
in that very room

and you let her go? Sir,
I can only apologize...

This is very
disappointing, laddie.

Clearly I should have stuck
with my first instinct.

I will not make that
mistake again. Sir.

Another officer will
take over the investigation.

Sir, that...

What happened to you?

I went to see my sister.

What, she did that?

Gave as good as I got.

Actually, I think
she came off worse.

Now, I have some information.

My sister did see the thief.

It was a woman...
Fair hair, black dress, old.

Very old, at least 50.

Did she recognize her?

Not a clue, unlike the constable

from Scotland Yard
who drinks at my local.

How he loves a chat
when he's had a few.

Reckon I'd make a good
lady detective myself.

Tell me everything you know.

I was just coming to get you.

She's a wily one,
that Clementine.

Remind me to employ
her more often.

Where are you going?

To solve the case.

But you have not
been working the case.

I have.

And I have news.

You're in the clear.
I'm in the clear.

Come on, Moses.

We've work to do.

Sir.

What did the vicar say?

What I expected.

That he has no wife.

Where's the information
I requested?

Since you are officially
off the investigation,

I thought it
safe to memorize it.

Just in case I was stopped
coming out of the yard.

No need to get
carried away, man.

But you are off the case, sir?

I don't wish to talk about it.

It's all anyone can talk about.

Good for them.

Now if you would kindly
impart the information that has

been so carefully concealed
in that brain of yours.

And hurry up about it.

This Bloody Mary's
real name is Mary Dawson.

She was part of a gang
of diamond smugglers

back in the '50s.

She served 25 years at New gate,

was released last week.

What is it, sir?

Who sends flowers
to a pauper grave?

Yes, that particular
grave receives

flowers each and every month.

Can you write down the address
of the sender for me?

Certainly, Inspector.

What?

Sorry, sir, it's just...

have you ever been
taken off a case before?

I thought I made
it clear that I do not

wish to talk about it?

You did, sir.
Sorry, sir.

Understood.

But for your information,
no, I have not.

And it is no matter...
These, uh...

These things happen.

For what it's worth, sir,

the officer Monro
replaced you with is...

Sorry, sir, you do not
wish to talk about it.

Thank you, Detective.

Who is it?

Carmichael, sir.

Carmichael?

Couldn't investigate a booze

up in a brewery, that one.

As requested, sir.

Address of the account holder.

Thank you.

It is a curious thing,
but you are not

the first person who
has enquired about that

particular account today.

Who else has enquired about it?

A lady.

Blonde hair,

a determined demeanor.

I don't know where to begin.

I can explain.
Don't bother.

See to it that Miss Scarlet
stays in the carriage.

Yes, sir... hello, Miss Scarlet.

Do not converse with her

or let her out of your sight.

I'll deal with you later.

Hyah!

Inspector.

I thought you'd been replaced

on the investigation?

And I thought
sending flowers to a grave

listed in the stolen
files might have

been something that
you would have mentioned?

No, it's merely a
coincidence that my connection

with that grave should have

dovetailed with
this investigation.

I have been in the force
a long time, Mr. Thackery,

and in my experience,
a coincidence

never holds up to much scrutiny.

Well, in this case,
you are wrong.

It is a simple explanation.

However it is not something I am

comfortable to speak of.

Nor should I have
to explain myself to you.

Well, if you'd prefer,

you can explain yourself
to Detective Carmichael,

who I believe
Superintendent Monro

has now assigned to this case.

And I can assure you,

he will not be as
discrete as I am.

The fact is,

I had a humble upbringing.

It was more than humble.

I was born in the workhouse.

It is something I
don't like to talk about

and rarely reveal.

Particularly being
a man of such status.

But from a young age, I was...

utterly determined
to make something of myself.

And as you can see,

I was successful.

There were many people who

helped me along the way
and saw my potential.

Not least of all my wife.

And for that I am
forever grateful.

So, in short,

my fate could have
been somewhat different.

And as a Christian man,

and in my position
as chief coroner,

whenever I happen
upon a pauper grave,

I like to send flowers.

It is a small kindness.

And it helps me remember.

Remember?

There but for
the grace of God...

go I.

So...

Well, I appreciate
your candor, sir, but...

I'm afraid there's
still some questions

that I need to ask,
regarding the case.

What, why?

Surely we are done here.

We're done when I say
we're done, Mr. Thackery.

How did you know I was here?

Inspector Wellington
specifically ordered me

not to converse
with you, Miss Scarlet.

Very well.

Although I am surprised that

a gentleman with
impeccable manners

such as yourself
would be so rude.

I am only following orders.

Please forgive me.

I do hold you
in the highest regard.

I don't wish to get you into
trouble, Detective Fitzroy.

But answering
one simple question,

can it really do any harm?

And Inspector Wellington
doesn't have to know about it.

The florist advised
that you'd been asking

who sent the flowers
to the pauper grave.

But I didn't
speak to the florist.

Moses got that
information for me.

Well then, who was
the blonde lady

the florist spoke of?

No, I do not know this

Mary Dawson or Bloody Mary

or whatever the
devil she's called!

I am as anxious as you
to get this criminal

into custody and find out
what the hell is going on!

Now I have answered all
your questions, Inspector.

My wife and maid will be
back from their errands soon.

I'd like you gone
before they return.

You seem extremely keen

to get rid of me, Mr. Thackery.

Well, a reputation can
be undone by such a visit,

and I do not want to be
the topic of idle gossip.

I thought you were alone.

No, that'll just be the maid.

The maid who's running
errands with your wife?

No, do not open that door!

Please!

Nice to see you
again, Inspector.

Put the revolver down, Mary.

I was about to say
the same to you.

And if you don't...

I will shoot Mrs. Thackery
in the head.

No, Mary, please,
please do not do this!

Shut up.

I'll deal with you later.

I said put it down.

Kick it towards me.

Good.

But on second thoughts...

I think I'm going
to kill her anyway.

No!

I would recommend
that you do not.

You know that using
a policeman's weapon

is an offense.

Would you have preferred

if I had dispatched
Detective Fitzroy?

My real name is...

Alfie Frampton.

Mary Dawson was my fiancée.

We were small-time crooks,
but we managed

to pull off a diamond heist.

When can I see my wife?

She knows nothing
of any of this.

Get on with it.

I took the diamonds and ran,

but Mary tracked me down.

She's like a...

is a mad woman.

She was attacking me, she was...

desperate to get hold of them.

So I swallowed them.

You swallowed the diamonds?

And in return she gave me this.

The police turned up after
a tip off and arrested Mary,

but I managed to escape.

And with her inside,

I saw a way out.

To leave her behind.

To leave my past behind.

So I faked my own death.

You used the corpse from
the pauper's grave in High gate.

That's why you send
flowers to it each month.

That poor soul.

Whoever he was...

Gave me a new life.

Frampton took the body
to one of their hideouts,

changed clothes with the man,
and then gave him a cut

down his cheek, just like
Dawson had done to him.

I believe he always
told you that he got

that scar from the Crimea, sir.

I'm not the only
one who believed him.

He told everyone that!

I wasn't questioning
your judgment, sir.

From her prison cell,
Mary Dawson read about the body

in the papers and assumed
it was that of her fiancé.

And then when she'd served
her time, she went about

tracking down his grave.

Come.

Ah, Detective Phelps,
come and take a seat.

Continue.

Dawson believed
that she would find

the diamonds that
Frampton had swallowed

in one of those graves.

But what she didn't know

was that he had sold them
to reinvent himself,

he put himself through

medical school,
he changed his whole life.

Whiskey, Detective Phelps?

Thank you, sir.

And what of your friend,
Miss Scarlet?

Thackery wanted
to pin this on her

at the earliest
opportunity in the hope

the trail would end there.

And then, if Dawson
did find him,

then he would cut
a deal with her.

Well, I think
I am fully briefed.

That will be all,
Inspector Wellington.

Sir, I know that
I disobeyed orders

by continuing with the case...

I said that will
be all, Inspector.

Yes, sir.

Now Detective Phelps,

I've heard nothing
but good reports about you.

Tell me more about yourself.

I'm always on the lookout

for a good, loyal man.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

How childish men are.

Still, he'll get over it.

No, he won't.

Loyalty is everything
to men like Monro,

and I disobeyed an order.

Oh, so this is my fault?

Actually, yes.

I was the one who saved
Mrs. Thackery's life,

and most probably yours, too!

So I hear you and Moses
made quite the partnership.

The first of many?

I'm just teasing you, William.

Well, don't; you know
I don't like it.

Well, I should get back to work.

Yes, that's probably
a good idea.

Try to get back in the
superintendent's good books.

Eliza, will you at least
pretend that you say that

for my sake rather
than your own benefit.

William, you really do have

a low opinion of me sometimes.

Only sometimes?

So, any plans for this evening?

Well, I did have.

Until Ivy buggered them up.

Ah, yes,

Betsy, wasn't it?

Sorry about that.
Hm.

Miss Scarlet.

Inspector Wellington.

Well, I'll leave you to it.

Mr. Potts,

before you say anything,

please let me apologize.

I'm not here to
see you, Miss Scarlet.

Mr. Potts.

You received my message?

And I would be delighted
to take you up on your offer

of that homemade steamed
pudding, Miss Woods.

Prince Albert's favorite.

And I've added some
extra raisins.

Come on in.

How I've longed to meet
the lady detective.

Why are you following me?

I will write this article

and either you will be my
heroine,

or Mr. Nash will be my hero.

May the best man win.

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