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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

to collect the three other
explosive devices...

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.

-You're a very cynical person,
do you know that?

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?

-I was trying to win
their business.

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.

So, someone knew exactly when
and where this train would stop.

We need a complete list
of train guards,

drivers and platform staff,

including every signalman
between Euston station

and the site of the robbery.

-Well, technically I'm still
working for the train company,

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

if you accepted her
invitation to dinner.

-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

when the current one
doesn't suit,

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.

It's easier to sell
on the black market.

-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,

but they said that you
had returned home.

-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.

-Well, we had a lot of ground to
cover that's why I was delayed.

-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.

Might I offer you
a piece of advice?

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...

yeah, there were two white doves
nestling in the branches above.

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.

-Take the back door through the
kitchen so no one sees you.

-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 was friendly at first,
buying drinks, making merry,

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

if you're going to buy me
that ring.

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?

-Will you please, please
for once just do as I ask?

-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

you decided to try and deal with
us at Fenton's bedsit.

-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.

I know your feelings
about Arabella...

-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...

-William, you talk of her
incessantly.

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...

-And I say this out
of friendship, not malice.

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?