All language subtitles for MS.S06E01.Secrets.and.Lies.WEB-DL.x264-JiVE

♪ ♪

BLAKE:
Eliza, you are
an excellent detective,

and I need your help.
Go on.

It's going to be dangerous.

CLARENCE:
Oh, you think it was murder.

LORD ROBERTS:
Do you know this woman?

I can explain.

♪ ♪

I always find actions speak
louder than words.

♪ ♪

Eliza, what has changed?
Everything!

BLAKE:
This is a new dawn indeed.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(thunder claps)

(whimpers)

(click)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(rain pelting, thunder claps)

(fires)

(men cheering)

(laughing)

(laughs)

MAN:
Come on!

You little beauty.

(exclaims)

(laughs)
Cheers.

Come on, Jack.

Down it! Down it, Jack!

ALL (chanting):
Down it! Down it! Down it!

Down it! Down it!
Down it!

Down it! Down it! Down it!

(laughing and cheering)

(moans)

(laughing)

(coughs)

(laughing)

(coughing)

(moans softly)

♪ ♪

(groans)

(thunder rolling)

♪ ♪

There you are.

(church bells ringing)

Inspector Blake,
I can explain.

Which part?

Drugging a dozen men

or stealing
a priceless artifact?

It was eight men.

And I didn't steal anything.

I returned it to
the British Museum--

for a fee, I admit,
but as soon as I had done so,

for a fee, I admit,
but as soon as I had done so,

I immediately informed
Scotland Yard.

So, no harm done.
You could have killed one,

if not all of them.

A little laudanum

never hurt anyone,
Inspector Blake.

MAN:
But Geraldine...

Perhaps we should continue
this conversation inside.

(door opens)

Perhaps I should have
forewarned you of my plan.

I'm sorry--
do you forgive me?

No, not remotely.

We need to be discreet.

We'd better
close the door, then.

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We need to be careful.

You cannot simply kiss me

in the middle of
my hallway, Alexander.

You didn't seem to mind.

Oh, I just,

I just want to stay
in this bubble forever.

No one else knowing
or interfering.

Things are perfect
as they are.

Mostly, yes.

What do you mean, mostly?

three cases
in the past fortnight,

all of which
you've turned down.

I've been extremely busy.

How does Clarence feel
about you turning down work?

He feels the pain
every bit as much as I do.

Hm.

You didn't tell him, did you?

(sighs)

The truth is, I,

I worry what it will be like
working together now.

As do I.

But there's only one way
to find out.

Yes, but I've never been
in this situation before.

I don't want anything
to ruin it.

IVY:
Eliza!

(footsteps approaching)

Inspector Blake!

How nice to see you again.

Mrs. Potts.

I see more of you here
than I do at work.

(laughs)
(chuckles)

(chuckles)
IVY: What do you want
for dinner?

Anything's fine.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

You're usually fussy
about what you have for dinner.

I should be getting back.

Yes.

Thank you for coming,
Inspector Blake.

I'll be sure to speak
to the accounts department

about my invoice.

Be sure that you do,
Miss Scarlet.

I'll see you out,
Inspector Blake.

Mrs. Potts.

Inspector Blake.

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I know that girl inside out,

I know that girl inside out,

and I've never seen her
so happy.

And I have
a sneaky inkling as to why.

Don't go asking me to share
my inklings with you, Barnabus.

We both know what
you're like with secrets.

Barnabus, you've hardly
touched your bacon.

(sighing):
I cannot deny

I'm a little troubled,
my dear.

Why? What's happened?

(sighs)

As you know,

I like to keep all the
mortuaries under my charge

spic and span.

(inhales)

However, recently,

chaos has begun
to seep through the cracks.

Cracks caused,
I'm sorry to say,

by our chief coroner.

Mr. Wormsley.

He's become a shadow
of his former self.

He now arrives at work late,
he leaves early.

His administration
has become woeful indeed,

and on more than one occasion,

I have noticed a potent aroma
of whiskey about him.

Oh, you must speak to him.

It's not fair to lay
extra work at your door.

Well, there's a strict chain
of command one must respect,

my beloved.

If everyone went around

saying all that was
on their minds,

there would be...
Anarchy?

Precisely!

(sighs)

Then

all I can offer is a kiss.
(sighs)

Might that soothe
your furrowed brow?

Yes, yes, my jewel, yes.

That may alleviate
some of my discomfort.

Huh.
All right,
see you later.

(sighs)

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(people talking in background)

Excuse me, I can't seem
to find the clerical office.

I think it's
at the end of the corridor.

You think?

I've only been here
once before.

It's my first day.

Really? Mine, too.

End of the corridor,
you say?

On the right.

I think.

I'll give it a try,
thank you.

Oh, good luck.

You, too.

Pardon.

Well, when is Mr. Wormsley
due in?

MAN (on phone):
I don't know, he didn't say.

Very well--
please let him know

that we're still waiting on
the postmortem from yesterday.

MAN:
Yes, sir.

(knocks)

Come.

Detective Willows
reporting for duty, sir.

Yes, I'm well aware
who you are, Detective Willows.

Please.

(clears throat)

You, uh, seem to have
something on your lapel.

(sighs)
I do apologize, sir.

(sighs)
I do apologize, sir.

Teething baby at home.

I didn't realize
you were married.

It's complicated, sir.

So, given
this is your first day,

normally I'd give you time
to find your feet,

but I'm afraid we're still
a couple of men short.

I think you met
Detective Fitzroy

when you came in
for your interview.

Yes, sir.
Well, he's now left

to take the role
of senior detective

in the Birmingham force,
and Detective Phelps is...

...is at the
City of London Police, sir.

Yeah, I have some mates there.

And what are they saying
about him?

He's doing very well, sir.

You can speak freely.

He's a bit of a character,
is what I hear, sir.

Indeed he is.

So, are you ready
to get to work?

Yes, sir, very much so.

And thank you again,
for giving me the job.

I won't let you down.

Glad to hear it.

Two dead bodies
for our immediate attention.

One in a townhouse
in Mayfair,

the other in a cold,
drafty alleyway in Kilburn.

If you want to make
a good impression

on your first day,
I would take...

The drafty alleyway
in Kilburn, sir.

Mm, I believe you and I are
going to get along just fine.

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(talking in background)

It's not that business
has dried up completely,

but things have been
rather quiet,

particularly from
Scotland Yard.

Yeah, things will pick up,
Clarence.

They always do.

Well, yes, but we haven't
had a single case

from Scotland Yard
for some time now.

Well, it has been
unseasonably cold,

which, as you know, does have
an effect on the crime levels.

Usually in such lean times,

you'd be accusing
Scotland Yard

of employing
an alternative agency.

(chuckling):
Usually, you'd be on your feet
and out the door

to talk to the inspector.

Usually...
Can you please
stop saying "usually"?

This is about you
and Inspector Blake,

isn't it?

I have no idea what you mean.

Oh, I think you do.

You

have offended him
in some way,

and he's refusing
to employ you.

Yes, your powers of deduction
still need honing, Clarence.

I can assure you,

Inspector Blake and I
are on the best of terms.

Professionally speaking.

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Now, can you please drop
that odd-looking frown?

It's very disconcerting.

She hasn't said
a word, sir.

(breath trembling)

I'm Inspector Blake
from Scotland Yard.

I believe it was you
who found the body.

(breath trembling)

Can you tell me your name?

(sobbing)

Take her back
to the Yard.

(continues sobbing)

(continues sobbing)

Get her a cup of tea.

Yes, sir.

Come on, love.
(sobbing)

♪ ♪

No evidence of a robbery.

(exhales)

No sign of a struggle.

Potassium bromide.

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WILLOWS:
The victim's well-dressed.

There's no obvious signs
of attack.

Doesn't look like a theft.

She's still got her purse.
Yes, sir.

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Two bottles
of potassium bromide.

Two dead women.

A coincidence, sir?

Tell me about your lady.

Her name was
Elizabeth Roper.

A passerby said

that she was having some
sort of fit before she died.

Convulsions and such.

Hm.

I've asked uniform to do
house-to-house inquiries.

I also have
a potential witness.

A young woman.

She seems traumatized
by whatever she saw,

hasn't said a word--
not even her name.

When I was at Bow Street,

if we had a female witness
who was in shock,

we used to ask
one of the secretaries

to sit with her for a bit.

Do you have any ladies
you could ask?

♪ ♪

An urgent request
from Scotland Yard?

That's welcome news indeed.
(chuckles)

Shall I get you a cab?

Not yet, I'm, I'm thinking.

May I point out that you've
been reading the same telegram

for almost ten minutes now?

What if another case
comes in?

Something, something bigger,
more lucrative.

I don't understand.

Well, it's a fairly
simple concept.

I don't understand,

because that's literally
never bothered you before.

Am I missing something, or...?
(exhales)

Fine.

Fine, I'll go.

(people talking in background)

Miss Scarlet.

Inspector Blake.

Where is she?

Where is she?

(people talking, phones ringing
in background)

(chuckles)

Would you like a cup of tea?

Coffee?

I know where they keep
the whiskey, if that helps.

There's no rush.

Take your time.

As I said,
my name is Miss Scarlet,

but you can call me Eliza.

And you are?

My name's Sarah Mason.

She arrived at the house
of the deceased, Miss Quail,

at 25 past 8:00 this morning.

The door was ajar,
and when no one answered,

she entered to find Miss Quail
collapsed on the floor.

What was her reason
for going to Miss Quail's home?

Miss Mason is a secretary
to a doctor in Harley Street.

Doctor

Isambard Cole.

He was treating the deceased
for a form of neuroses.

He sent Miss Mason
to check on her

when she failed to attend
an appointment last evening.

That is most comprehensive.

Thank you, Miss Scarlet.

I believe she's now ready
to make a full statement.

I'll send my invoice
to the accounts department.

You're leaving?

You asked me to speak
to your witness, and I have.

I'm sure you can take it
from here.

No

persuasion or

manipulation
to get me to hire you

on the rest of the case?

Well, this is a new dawn indeed,

and one I am ill-prepared for.

I'm trying to make the best

of a difficult situation,
Alexander.

Believe me,
it's not easy turning down work.

Eliza.

I don't want people
to know about us, either.

Not yet, anyway.

But the fact is,

you are an excellent
detective,

and I need your help.

Are you trying to charm me?

Yes-- is it working?

(chuckles)
(knock at door)

Come.

Detective Willows,
this is Miss Scarlet.

I know who she is, sir.

It's nice to meet you,
Miss Scarlet.

And you.
I saw you in court once.

You were giving evidence
at the Jacobson trial.

You kept interrupting the judge
and you got fined.

Twice.

Only twice?

You have some information
on your poisoning?

I do, sir.

The deceased, Mrs. Roper,

she was under the care
of a doctor at Harley Street.

He specializes in
treating melancholia.

Dr. Isambard Cole,
by any chance?

The very same.

So, both women were
prescribed potassium bromide

by the same doctor.

Yeah, it would seem that way.

We need to speak to this doctor

and contact the pharmacy that
supplies him with the drugs.

There's also the postmortem
of the two women

that need to be expedited.

Thank you, Miss Scarlet.

I'm quite aware of what
the next steps should be.

I'm quite aware of what
the next steps should be.

(inhales)

Do what she said.

Yes, sir.

Well, as you said,
I can take it from here,

so, thank you again
for coming in.

Unless you do want to help
with the investigation.

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I'm fine,
thank you.

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So...

We'll say that
I'm here because

I interviewed
his secretary and

I've worked for Scotland Yard
for many years.

Even before you arrived,
in fact,

so, be sure to mention that.

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm fine, it...

It's just our first
professional engagement since...

Well, you know, I just

want everything to go smoothly.

As do I.

After you.
No.

Alexander, when we're
working together,

it's best that you treat me
as you would one of your men.

You can be polite
in our private time.

Perhaps you could
write a list

of what I'm meant to do
and when.

(sighs)

Thank you.

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(knocking)

Two of my patients found dead?

Mrs. Roper collapsed
in the street

and Miss Quail was found at home
by your secretary.

By Miss Mason?

The poor creature suffers
from a nervous disposition.

She will be
most traumatized.

Well, yes, that's

why I interviewed her.

Because as a woman,
Inspector Blake

thought it might help.

Since, well, Miss Mason

is also a woman.

(clock pendulum swinging)

Lady detective.

How curious.

Do you often work together?

I have a longstanding
relationship,

working relationship,
with Scotland Yard,

not just Inspector Blake, so...

Well, that's why I'm here.

Both of the deceased

were found with
the same medication,

potassium bromide.

Was it you
who prescribed that?

To control the melancholia
from which they both suffered.

They were also undergoing
a course of electrotherapy.

I use the updated adaptation
of the Pulvermacher's technique.

Oh.

Yes, I've read about this.

Patients are given
electrical currents

that pass through the body
to the brain.

It's, it's said to calm
the mind of agitation.

I, I told you about this.

At your office.

At Scotland Yard.

Yes, Miss Scarlet.

Thank you
for reminding me.

Particularly of the location
of said conversation.

Particularly of the location
of said conversation.

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Elizabeth Roper was seen
to have some kind of convulsion

before she died.

Could this be linked
to the treatment?

Mild convulsions only occur

whilst the electric current
is being administered.

As for the potassium bromide,

it is possible, I suppose,

but it would be an extreme
and unusual side effect.

Could someone have tampered
with the medication?

Unlikely.

I receive it sealed from
the pharmaceutical supplier.

I then administer
the dosage myself.

We will need a list
of all other patients

prescribed with
potassium bromide.

Yes, of course.

BLAKE:
It may not be a factor, but

until we see the postmortem,
we cannot be sure.

Yes.

You mentioned that
your secretary, Miss Mason,

suffers from
a nervous condition.

Is she also
on this medication?

Yes, she is.

I'll add her to the list.

I'll speak to Miss Mason,
whilst

you and your men track down
the other patients.

What?

You are so intent on
keeping our relationship secret

that you're in danger
of broadcasting

the very thing
you're trying to conceal.

Yes, perhaps I am being
a little overly cautious.

My nerves were
a little frayed in there.

Really? I had no idea.

I'll go and visit
Miss Mason.

Would you like a lift?

No, no, no, no.

The less we're seen together,
the better.

Good day, Inspector Blake.

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Oh...

(breathes deeply)

Hold the door, please!

Good day, Mr. Potts.

Ah, Detective Willows.

Unaccustomed to seeing you
within these hallowed walls.

Transferred from Bow Street--
it's my first day today.

Best of British
to you.

Actually, I was just
coming to see you.

for the two women
brought in this morning.

Well, I'll send word as soon as
the examinations are completed,

but I must warn you,
we are running

very much behind today.

Hence why I'm here.

Have you perchance
seen Mr. Wormsley?

Afraid not.
(sighs)

I can find hide nor hair of him.

If you do happen upon him,

please impress
that he is needed

at the mortuary
most precipitously.

And do use that word.

I'll do my best, Mr. Potts.

Thank you!

(door opens and closes)

Hello again.

Did you find it,
the clerical office?

I did-- you're a lifesaver.
Thanks so much.

How's your first day?

So far, so good.

Glad to hear it.

I didn't get your name.

Willows, Detective Willows.

George Willows.

It's a lot of names.

I'm just Isabel.

Well, Isabel Summers.

Nice to meet you,
Detective George Willows.

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(people shouting in distance)

Miss Mason?

(knocking)

Miss Mason?

(floorboard creaks)

(pistol cocks)

Who are you?

(footsteps approaching)

(man grunts)
(yelps)

(gasping)

Do you know that man?

I believe so.

(exhales)

I don't know his name,

but he's a patient
of Dr. Cole's.

I remember seeing him
a couple of weeks back.

He came to see Dr. Cole.

What did he want with me?

Well,

we can't be certain,

but there's a chance
that the two women who died

had their medication
poisoned.

Two women?

Another of Dr. Cole's
patients has died,

as well as Miss Quail?

Yes, a Mrs. Elizabeth Roper.

And you think the medication
may have killed them?

Well, we're still waiting
on the postmortem report.

I think you should stop
taking your tablets

until we know more.

May I ask why you're
taking the medication?

Life has been
a struggle for me.

I grew up in an orphanage.

And then the workhouse.

And when I came of age,
I left to work in a laundry,

which is where Dr. Cole
took pity on me.

He took me in.

First as a housemaid,

and then he trained me
as his secretary.

He taught me to read and write.

A father couldn't have
done more.

(breath trembles)

♪ ♪

You're having electrotherapy?

It helps me tremendously.

Dr. Cole administers it.

He'll know the name
of the man you found here.

COLE:
Sounds like the man you describe
is Zebediah Sawyer.

He's a longstanding
patient of mine.

Poor creature
plagued by demonic voices

telling him
to cause people harm.

When was the last time
you saw him?

Last week.

He turned up at my door
in an agitated state.

We'd started a course
of electrotherapy

a few days earlier,

and he was adamant
it had made him worse.

I offered to help him,
but he wouldn't listen.

I offered to help him,
but he wouldn't listen.

He was in a blind rage.

Enough to wish harm
on you?

An act of revenge, perhaps?

Zebediah developed his condition
in his early 20s.

But before that, he was
a functioning member of society.

He had several different jobs,
including

being a clerk
at a pharmacist's store.

Could he have the skill
to tamper

with the medication
you prescribed?

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The bottles you found
on the dead women,

could I see them?

BLAKE:
Both bottles
are wrongly labeled.

According to Dr. Cole,
one tablet of potassium bromide

is the standard daily dose.

These labels say five tablets,
a potentially lethal amount.

Luckily, these are
the only bottles affected.

The other patients
all had the correct dose.

So, this Zebediah Sawyer
tampered with the labels.

Perhaps as revenge

on the doctor
who failed to cure him.

It seems so.

(exhales)

Any news on the postmortems?

Still waiting, sir.

What on Earth's going on
at the city mortuary?

I saw Mr. Potts earlier.

He was looking
for Mr. Wormsley.

Grayson, get yourself
down to the city mortuary,

find out what's
going on over there.
Yes, sir.

(sighs)

(both talking softly)

Do we have an address
for Zebediah Sawyer?

There are at least
12 known addresses.

The man moved around a lot.

It would save time
if we took a few each.

No, you will remain here.

What? Why?

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Miss Scarlet, the man we are
hunting is extremely dangerous.

Then I will be careful.

As we all will.

I have many resources
for such scenarios.

I will take some hired muscle
with me.

(cats howling,
dogs barking in distance)

Oh, you do bring me
to the nicest places.

(glass shatters, men laugh)
Travel broadens the mind,
Clarence.

Only two more to go.

(cats howling)

What's the next address?
Uh, it's just
a few doors down.

This Zebediah Sawyer
clearly likes this neighborhood.

(man shouting, glass rolling)
I'm curious, why did you
bring me along with you?

I promised Inspector Blake
that I wouldn't go alone.

Yes, but that's my point.

You've lied to the inspector
many times before.

Well, it's a habit
that I wish to break.

Why? What's changed?

Nothing's changed.

I just want to tell Inspector
Blake the truth, that's all.

"Premises moved

to Belmont Street."

What?

So, you told the inspector
that I'm your hired muscle?

No, of course not.

Well, then, that's hardly
telling him the truth, is it?

Can we please just concentrate
on the matter in hand?

You stay here, visit the public
houses and the streets around.

See what you can find out.

Apparently,
the man's a heavy drinker.

I'll go to this
Belmont Street boarding house,

see if there's been
any sign of him.

(men shouting, glass breaking)
You're sending me
to the roughest pubs

this side of the city
to look for a heavy drinker

this side of the city
to look for a heavy drinker

who hears demonic voices
telling him to kill people?

I'll meet you back
at the office first thing.

If you don't show up,
I'll send out a search party.

How does that sound?

Unsatisfactory.

WOMAN:
Evening, love!

(dog barking)

(men shouting)

WILLOWS:
I'm looking
for Mrs. Potts.

You've found her.

I've been sent
to give you this.

We need to put out
an appeal for information

on a man
named Zebediah Sawyer.

This needs typing up
and circulating.

Consider it done--
and you are?

Good evening,
Detective Willows.
Miss Summers.

How are you settling in?

Yeah, there's a lot to learn,
but I think I'm getting there.

She's doing very well
indeed.

♪ ♪

Was there anything else,
Detective Willows?

No.

That's all.

Thank you.

♪ ♪

(footsteps approaching)

Sir?

Where have you been all day?

I had to go ahead
and find an interim coroner

in your stead.

Not now, Potts.

Yes, now, Mr. Wormsley,
if you please!

♪ ♪

Sorry, sir.

But I can hold my tongue
no longer.

Things need to be said

before the good reputation
of this mortuary

is forever tarnished.

WORMSLEY:
Get out and stay out!

What the...

I...

Thank you for your time.

If there's any sighting
at all of Mr. Sawyer,

then please contact
the police immediately.

He's extremely dangerous.

(dog barking in distance)

(wood creaks)

(barking continues)

♪ ♪

(dogs barking)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

I have a revolver,
and I'm not afraid to use it.

(panting)

Well, I'd really rather
you didn't.

Alexander!

WILLOWS:
Miss Scarlet.

♪ ♪

Uh...

♪ ♪

I made myself look
an idiot.

BLAKE:
You're overreacting.

Do you have any idea
how hard it's been for me

to build my reputation,

only to act like
some damsel in distress?

I even called you Alexander!

Detective Willows won't care.

He'll put it down
to you being scared witless.

Which, by the way,
is allowed,

since you are a mere mortal,
like the rest of us.

I am tying myself in knots
thinking,

what should I say,
what should I do?

How would I behave
if I were a normal detective?

When exactly were you normal?

I'm more concerned
that you put yourself at risk.

It was only luck
that I was there.

Belmont Lodging House
was on my list.

You said you wouldn't
go alone.

I wasn't alone.

Clarence was with me
for most of the time.

Clarence was your hired muscle?

Years of carrying ledgers
has not gone to waste.

He's stronger than he looks.

(exhales)

And now I feel guilty
about lying to you.

You see, this is impossible--
we cannot work together!

Eliza.
(grunts)

You're overreacting.

(door opens)

One of the lads just came by

with a message for you,
Inspector.

Thank you, Mrs. Potts.
Mm.

I have to go.

(door closes)

I've made a decision.

I will no longer work
on the case.

Don't be ridiculous.

I want our

courtship, romance,
whatever you want to call it,

to have a fighting chance.

This is the best way.

Well, for what it's worth,
I think you're wrong.

No one knows about us, Eliza.

(exhales)
BLAKE: But you must do
what's right for you.

Have I not been like a mother
to that girl?

Have I not been the one to pick
her up when she grazed her knee?

Or dried her eyes
when Arabella Herbert

called her the cruelest
of names?

Or defended her to her father

when she was expelled
from college, again?

Yet she tells me nothing--
nothing!

How was your day?
Hm?

Oh, I was dismissed.

Mr. Wormsley
finally arrived at work

at 5:00 this evening-- 5:00!

Well, I could take no more, so
I gave him a piece of my mind.

Oh, Barnabus, I am sorry.
He would not even

allow me to collect my things.

Threw me out like a vagrant!
Ruined my hat!

And do you know
what else he called me?

A vexatious buffoon!

Well, you wait and see
what I call him

if I ever set eyes
on that man.

30 years I have given
to the city mortuary.

And now, for the first time
in my life, I'm...

I'm unemployed.

(whimpers)

Why don't you get out
of these work clothes?

Why don't you get out
of these work clothes?

And I'll make you
a nice dinner.

Then we shall talk things
through over a glass of sherry

by the fire.

(kisses)
Yes.

ELIZA:
Good evening.

Would that it were.

(sighs)

What's wrong
with Barnabus?

He's been sacked.

Sacked?!
That's what I said.

What's wrong with you?

Is there anything
you'd like to tell me?

Like what?

♪ ♪

Dinner will be in an hour.

Very well.

(buoy bell rings)

WILLOWS:
Good evening, sir.

BLAKE:
Detective Willows.

What have we got?

WILLOWS:
He was pulled out
about an hour ago.

There's a gunshot wound
to the head.

BLAKE:
And do we know who he is?

I think this is our man, sir.

He certainly fits
the description.

(buoy bell rings)

COLE (sighs):
Zebediah.

What did you do?

You can confirm that this
is your patient Zebediah Sawyer?

It is.

Is it possible that he could
have taken his own life?

The gunshot seems to have
been at close range.

On more than one occasion,
he expressed suicidal thoughts.

That's why we started
the course of electrotherapy,

but his drinking
exacerbated his symptoms.

I tried to persuade him
to stop.

But he had a chaotic mind.

It's late.

I'll come by in the morning
to take a full statement.

Get some rest, Doctor.

I did everything
I could to help him.

But over the years,
I've come to realize that,

that some people
are beyond help.

♪ ♪

ELIZA:
It's not like you to forget
your key, Clarence.

It's not like me to be suffering
from alcohol poisoning.

As requested,

I visited all the public houses
of the Seven Dials last night

in search
of this Zebediah Sawyer.

In one particularly
grotty establishment

called the Plague Pitt,

I ran into a spot of bother
with some of the locals.

I honestly think
I would have been safer

in an actual plague pit.

I had to buy five rounds of...

(moans)
...the roughest whiskey
for the whole pub.

That is the only reason
I am still alive.

(chuckles)
Well...

(lock turning)

Thank you for your efforts,

but Scotland Yard are no longer
in need of our services.

but Scotland Yard are no longer
in need of our services.

What? Why not?

Well...

Because I've just received
a telegram from Inspector Blake.

A body was found
on the riverbank last night

and identified
as Zebediah Sawyer.

Really?

Clarence, will you please
stop questioning me

every time I mention Scotland
Yard or Inspector Blake?

All I was going to say is

that according to my new friends
at the Plague Pitt,

Mr. Sawyer is very much alive.

What?
Yes.

He's awaiting sentencing
in Manchester County Prison.

(groans)

♪ ♪

(knock at door)

Barnabus.

I heard about your dismissal--
I'm sorry.

(quietly):
Yeah.

I've been instructed to come by
to pick up my personal effects.

Do you happen to know if
Mr. Wormsley is in attendance?

Well, no one appears to be
here-- the door was left open.

(sighs)
I fear Mr. Wormsley's gone out

and left the door on the latch.

Not for the first time.
(chuckles)

I'm pleased that you're here,
because I need your assistance.

I'd like to look
at the photographs

of two recent postmortems--

the dead women brought
in yesterday.

I'm afraid
that as a former employee,

I'm no longer permitted access
to the premises.

Well, I won't tell
if you don't.

That would be a severe breach
of protocol.

I simply cannot, no.

Mm, no, of course not.

(sighs)

Well, I am here on
official police business,

so perhaps if you assist me,

then I can grant you
permission.

And you do need to collect
your things, do you not?

♪ ♪

(exhales)

Very well.

(clears throat)

Miss Scarlet,
would you be so kind

as to grant me permission
to enter the city mortuary?

Permission granted, Mr. Potts.

(sighs)

Now then, I need your brain.

Thank you!

(knocks)

(gun fires)

Dr. Cole?

♪ ♪

(Cole gasping and groaning)

(groaning, panting)

Miss Mason.

Sarah.

Please put the gun down.

Whatever's happened,
we can talk it through.

Talk to him.
(pistol cocks)

Not me.

He's the liar.

He's the one that's lied
again and again

and again!

Put the weapon down,
Miss Mason.
(panting)

(crying)

(sobs)

Sarah is my daughter.

Her mother was an inmate
at an asylum

where I was
the residing physician.

She was so beautiful.

So fragile.

We fell in love.

I knew it was wrong,

which is why I left
my position

and I never saw her again.

I had no idea
she was with child.

Or that she died in childbirth.

I only found out years later
through some research

I was carrying out
at the Woolwich Workhouse.

There I found a file on Sarah.

By that time she had left, but

I was determined to find her.

I was working in a laundry.

It was a miserable existence.

One day,

Dr. Cole came to do a study

on the health of the girls
that worked there.

He seemed to feel sorry for me
in particular and took me in.

He never told me
who he really was.

ELIZA:
The man lying in the mortuary

isn't your patient
Zebediah Sawyer, is he?

Unlike the two women, he doesn't
have the marks on his wrists

from the electrotherapy
you said you'd given him.

His name is Franklin Sloan.

He's a private detective
who helped me track Sarah down.

Two weeks ago, he showed up
at my door, drunk.

He had gambling debts
and tried to blackmail me.

I refused to pay him,

but when I found out
he'd visited Sarah,

I knew he would reveal to her
who I really was.

BLAKE:
Which is when you had
the idea to blame him

for the deaths
of the two women.

You gave him the identity
of a past patient

You gave him the identity
of a past patient

you knew was locked up
in Manchester prison.

So if Sloan didn't poison them,
who did?

(voice trembling):
It was me.

I made a mistake.

Got confused by the different
medicine dosages

and mixed up the information
on the labels.

All of this, it's my fault.

(crying)

I am the one to blame,
not Sarah.

The poor child had not long
learned to read and write.

I pushed her too hard.

Gave her too much
responsibility.

I was just so proud of her.

So, you blamed Sloan
to protect your daughter.

And then you killed him.

Not before he told Miss Mason
the truth.

This morning,
I woke up to find an envelope

had been slipped under my door
in the night.

In it was a file
where I learnt that...

...Dr. Cole was my father.

I was so angry and confused.

In a rage,
she picked up my revolver.

She didn't mean to hurt me.

The same revolver you used
to put a bullet in Sloan's head.

♪ ♪

So, what happens now?

Well, given
the circumstances,

if Miss Mason puts in
a guilty plea,

I'm fairly sure
she'll avoid a prison sentence.

Dr. Cole,
on the other hand...

Do you still have that whiskey
in your office?

Are you suggesting being seen
entering my office?

Together?
Very funny.

Good night,
Detective Willows.

Miss Summers--
good night to you.

Was there anything else
you wanted to say to me?

Or ask me?

(stammers):
No, I don't think so.

Shame.

Because I'm free this evening.

I'm afraid I'm not.

I have to pick up the baby
from the minder's.

Oh, I, I didn't realize...

She's not mine.

She's my sister's--
she lives with me.

It's a long story.

Well, good night,
Detective Willows.

But

I'm free tomorrow night.

♪ ♪

BLAKE:
I'm glad you changed your mind
about working the case.

BLAKE:
I'm glad you changed your mind
about working the case.

The outcome could have
been very different.

You would have
worked it out.

Probably, yes.

Eliza.

You don't need to say it.

You don't know
what I was going to say.

You were going to say

that me believing I could
keep us in some sort of bubble

is not only childish,
but unrealistic.

I was going to say,

as an ex-military man,

structure and control
run through my veins.

But over the years,
I've learnt

that trying to control
too much of your life

is futile.

And when you stop
trying to do so,

that's where the real freedom
lies.

♪ ♪

Oh, and there's
one more thing.

Goodness, I don't know how much
more wisdom I can take.

(laughs)

The burden of this situation
might be eased

if you were to confide
in someone.

Someone other than me.

♪ ♪

Barnabus!

(singing wordlessly)

Barnabus!

Ah!

You're cooking dinner?

Indeed I am, my beloved.

Now, sit down,
put your feet up,

and I'll go and fetch you
a nice glass of sherry.

What's brought
all of this on?

I've decided there's
no point in moping about,

so until I receive a full
and satisfactory apology

from Mr. Wormsley,

I shall be in charge
of household duties.

Oh!

I'm rather looking forward

to giving this kitchen
a spring clean.

Perhaps even
a little rearranging.

Oh, so, the stew...

Gently simmering.

So, before I add my dumplings,

just enough time to fetch
that sherry bottle, my jewel.

(laughing)
(laughs)

Oh! Scusie me!
(chuckles)

(humming)
Nice to see him
so contented again.

Mm-hmm.

Ivy, there's something
that I need to tell you

about myself
and Inspector Blake.

I'm listening.

Well, he's coming to dinner,

so we need
to set an extra place.

And?

♪ ♪

And

we are currently enjoying
a quiet, very private

courtship.

Goodness me, I had no idea.

You're a terrible liar.

And you shouldn't
have kept it from me!

And you shouldn't
be listening at doors.

You and Inspector Blake!

That is music to my ears.

But please, keep it
to yourself for now.

We're still working out
our arrangement.

We're still working out
our arrangement.

My lips are sealed.

Bottle o' sherry!

(chuckles)

IVY:
Barnabus, Inspector Blake
is joining us for dinner.

Ah!

I invited him.

The more the merrier!

We can enjoy
a nice long game

of gin rummy after dinner.

The four of us, all evening,
putting the world to rights!

Oh, won't that be marvelous?

Marvelous!
(chuckling)

Marvelous.

(click)

What is a typical Forsyte?

♪ ♪

Brace yourself.
(laughs)

You're about to discover.

♪ ♪

Something rather exciting.
(cheering)

What more does one need?

♪ ♪

JUNE:
How splendid.

♪ ♪

(grunts)

♪ ♪

SOAMES: And it will be all

that you've dreamed of and more.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

BLAKE:
When was the body discovered?

Two hours ago
by a passerby.

The crime scene was more
challenging than usual.

Crime scene?

What happened to our agreement

not to discuss work
during our private time?

WILLOWS:
Do you think it's all right

for a copper to be
romantically involved

with a lady he works with?

Well, if you have something
to say,

Detective Willows,
then say it.

♪ ♪

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