All language subtitles for MS.S06E02.Trafalgar.Spring.WEB-DL.x264-JiVE

♪ ♪

You have offended him
in some way

and he's refusing to employ you.

ELIZA: I can assure you
Inspector Blake and I

are on the best of terms.

Thank you again
for giving me the job.

I won't let you down.
Glad to hear it.

WORMSLEY: Get out and stay out!
POTTS: 30 years

I have given
to the city mortuary.

And now I'm unemployed!

IVY:
You and Inspector Blake?

I'd no idea!

You're a terrible liar.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(thunder claps)

(whimpers)

(click)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(church bell ringing)

BLAKE:
Do you have dinner plans
this week?

ELIZA:
No, nothing as yet.

I was thinking,

there's a nice little bistro
south of the river.

We could go there
for dinner one night.

I'd like that.

We can discuss
the Lewis case.

Or perhaps we could
talk about it now?

Ah, right.

What does that mean?

(exhales)

I've given that investigation
to Culpepper's.

What?! Why?!

Eliza...
It doesn't matter.

Just, I shouldn't
have said anything.

It's your prerogative
to hire whoever you wish.

Would you like me
to explain?
No.

Yes.

I have to use other agencies,
as well as yours.

Otherwise, I will be
accused of favoritism.

But it's not favoritism.

It's pragmatism-- I would have
solved that case in a heartbeat.

There's also the matter
of...

(exhales)

Let's not discuss work
in our personal time.

The matter of what?

(exhales)

Your expenses have been quite
excessive on the last few cases.

Well, they were
big investigations.

I needed lots of resources.

I'm just reminding you
that budgets

are tighter than ever.

It's something to be aware of
in the future.

Perhaps you're right.

We should not discuss work.

Let's talk of something else.

♪ ♪

Ivy and Mr. Potts
will be back soon.
(exhales)

♪ ♪

BLAKE:
Sneaking out the back door
in the dead of night.

I feel 15 again.

Are you brooding?

No.
You sure?

I'm perfectly fine.

See you tomorrow night?

You will.

Marvelous.

Marvelous.

Marvelous.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(church bell ringing)

Oh! Post is here.
I'll get it.

Careful!

(groans)

Still nothing
from Mr. Wormsley?

I'd have thought he'd come
to his senses

by now and apologized.

He's a stubborn man--
a bit like someone else I know.

Oh, he'll apologize soon enough.

Then I will be back at work

before you can say
"cadaveric spasm."

Uh, that's a postmortem
condition whereby...
Perhaps tell me later.

I don't want
to be late for work.

I'll detain you not
a moment longer, my jewel.

Oh, I am sorry, Barnabus.

You know how I love
to hear

all about your medical
knowledge.

What do I always say?

Mm, that should I ever write
my memoirs,

you would be the first
to read them.

Exactly.

Mwah.
Right!

That drawing room
won't spring-clean itself!

There's nothing wrong
with the drawing room.

I'll be the judge of that.

(knock at door)

Come.

Sir, do you have
a moment?

Only if you're quick.

I've been given rather irksome
orders from the superintendent.
(door closes)

Still, we live to serve
and all that.

As I'm new here, I just
wanted to check something,

but it's a bit awkward-- I don't
really know how to put it.

Concisely--
I have a train to catch.

Do you think it's all right
for a copper to be

romantically involved
with a lady he works with?

Why do you ask?

Well, if you have something
to say, Detective Willows,

then say it.

I've been out for dinner with
a lady from the clerical office.

Twice, actually.

Miss Isabel Summers.
(chuckles)

I'd like to take her out
a third time,

but I wanted
to check with you first.

I'm not her father,
Detective Willows.

What you do in your free time
is your own business.

Thank you, sir.

Right, now I'm off
to Hertfordshire,

where apparently,
the local police need my help.

According to our esteemed
superintendent, anyway.

We really must stop him
reading the newspapers.

Newspapers, sir?

CLARENCE:
Wonderful news, is it not?

It's a theft, Clarence.

My thoughts
are with the victims.

Well, uh, as are mine.

I've also had other thoughts
about how it could be monetized.

Trafalgar Spring is,
as you know,

the most famous racehorse
in the land,

but are you aware of the scandal
involving his owners?

(sighs)

Enlighten me.

The horse's owners,
Lord and Lady Roberts,

have recently been granted
a divorce.

(softly):
There were accusations
of infidelity on both sides.

(aloud):
And things became increasingly
bitter during the court case.

They fought over everything--
property, money, heirlooms.

Didn't she insist
on keeping her title?

Oh, you do read
the gossip pages!

Only the headlines.
Hm.

Well, all the other matters
were resolved,

but the sticking point was
their prize-winning racehorse,

Trafalgar Spring.

Both sides wished
to keep him.

Precisely.

And Lady Roberts managed to
prove that she had bought him

as a foal with her own money,

and the court found
in her favor.

The horse was being kept
at Lord Roberts' stables,

so the judge ordered him

to give the animal back
to his former wife.

But before he could do so...

Intriguing.

Intriguing
and potentially rewarding.

She's offered £100
for his safe return.

We must make an appointment
with her immediately.

I've already done so.

She's an acquaintance of Mr.
Nash from his horse-racing days.

We met her
on several occasions.

Bravo, Clarence.
But we must proceed
with caution.

Lady Roberts blames her husband
for the horse's theft.

And that man is as
well-connected as they come.

I take it you know
who his cousin is.

LORD ROBERTS:
As I was telling
the police commissioner,

I've been breeding horses
for 30 years,

and Trafalgar Spring

is the cream of the crop.

He practically glides
across the turf.

Have you seen him race?
I haven't, sir, no.

(chuckles):
Huh-- what kind of policeman
are you?

Thought you lot
were always at the track.

You were telling me
about the night of the theft.

Oh, he was locked up
in his usual stall.

Chain and padlock.

And there was a hell
of a storm that night,

and Evans, my groundskeeper,

didn't arrive until first light.

Which is when he found
the chain was cut,

the door was open,

and Trafalgar Spring was gone.

Of course,
I fired him on the spot.

No doubt in my mind that the man
was in cahoots with her.

Her?

My former wife.

Clearly, she paid him
to take the horse,

and now she has it
hidden somewhere, I'm sure.

I understood Lady Roberts
was awarded the animal

as part of
the divorce settlement.

Why would she steal
her own property?

Why would she steal
her own property?

I'm appealing
against that decision,

and my lawyers have assured me

that I have every chance
of winning, and she knows it.

No, she paid off
my groundskeeper,

you can be sure.

Either with money or

other favors.

I want the woman arrested.

The local police
have already spoken...

(inhales deeply)
...to Lady Roberts
and taken statements

from all your ground staff,

including Mr. Evans,
your groundskeeper.

I'm only here
to oversee things,

not get directly involved
in them.

I am cousin
to Her Majesty the Queen.

And godfather
to the prime minister's son.

Do I really have
to explain to you the ways

in which I could make your life
difficult?

Now do as you're told
and find my bloody horse!

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CLARENCE:
We appreciate you seeing us at
such short notice, Lady Roberts.

LADY ROBERTS:
Nash and Sons.

That was who you say
you worked for?

Yes, Mr. Patrick Nash--
you met him

several times
at the Grand National,

along with myself.

Mr. Nash was something
of a rogue, as I recall.

Isn't he in prison now?

He's served his time
and since been released.

Good news for his sons,
I suppose.

Not that he has any.

(inhales)

Perhaps you could
tell us a little more

about Trafalgar Spring?

I've followed his progress
over the years.

He's quite something.

Indeed he is.

I bought him as a colt,

with money my father gave me
before I was married.

Trafalgar Spring far outshone
any of the horses

being trained by my former
husband, much to his annoyance.

He truly is
a magnificent creature.

Yes, he won two Classics in
his first season, is that right?

The Derby
and the St. Leger?

What can you offer
that Culpepper's or Malone's

or any of the other firms
who have come calling cannot?

Well, um...

Lord Roberts is,
to say the least,

a very influential man.

No doubt he'll use
that influence against you.

As a woman,
I know what it's like...
I don't give a damn

about your struggles
as a woman.

What can you offer
that the others cannot?

(clears throat):
Lady Roberts,

uh,

your husband is appealing

against the terms
of the divorce.

Should he succeed,
he will reclaim everything

that you have been awarded,

not just the horse,
but the houses and the money.

There are, however,

ways that one can hide
one's assets,

which perhaps

which perhaps

I could show you.

Patrick Nash was a crook.

But a wealthy one.

♪ ♪

You, find my horse.

And you, hide my money.

We look forward to working
with you, Lady Roberts.

(footsteps approaching)

Your tea, madam.

(loudly):
If I had wanted tea,
I would have rung the bell!

Get out.

(footsteps departing)

♪ ♪

ELIZA:
Find out everything you can
about that divorce settlement.

It's your job
to keep her happy.

CLARENCE:
Well, happy might be a bit of a
stretch, but I'll try my best.

ELIZA:
I'll see if I can find out
if anyone had a grudge

against either of them.

DRIVER:
Whoa, there!

Miss Scarlet.

Inspector Blake.

I'd, uh, ask
what you're doing here,

but I assume it's about
a missing racehorse?

You wish to acquire
Lady Roberts as a client?

You assume correctly,
and I can happily report

that we were successful.

Beating--
who was it, Clarence?--

Malone's and Culpepper's
to the contract.

Well, as I always say,
they are no match for you.

I always find actions
speak louder than words.

Good day, Inspector Blake.
Miss Scarlet.

Mr. Pettigrew.

Have you fallen out
with the inspector?

Not at all.

You just seemed rather officious
and to the point.

Inspector Blake
is a client of mine,

and that's
how I am with clients.
No, you're not.

Well, I shall be
from now on.

(horse neighs)

(whistling)

(door closes)

(whistling)

Barnabus?

(whistling)

(chuckles)

(exhales)

Ah! Good evening, my jewel.

Well, what do you think?

About what?

I've given the room
a deep clean.

I'm sure you would agree
it's transformed,

uh, uh, particularly

with the chair in a slightly
different position.

You spent all day cleaning?

Well, I did drop
by the post office to see

if there was a problem
with the mail.

I thought that might be
why I had not received

a letter from Mr. Wormsley.

And is there a problem?

There is not, no.
(chuckles)

But no matter, I'm
still to finish my to-do list.

Uh, next up, ah, item 37.

Rearrange Ivy's
burgeoning recipe book.

My recipe book?!

There's no need to thank me,
my jewel.

It'll be a pleasure
to rearrange it

into strict alphabetical order.
(chuckles)

(whistling)

♪ ♪

Item number 37!

(exhales)

So, have you
finished your brooding?

Not quite.

That was
our first argument.

It was hardly an argument--
it was more of a discussion.

One that will be resolved
when you say sorry.

I didn't realize
an apology was needed.

Well, now you do.

Then I'm sorry.

Thank you.

I promised we wouldn't talk
about work

during our personal time.

However...
What are my theories
on the missing racehorse?

If I were to suggest
that Lord Roberts

faked the theft in order
to punish his former wife,

what would you say?
It's a possibility,

but I'm keeping an open mind.

Do you also think...

Is this us not talking
about work?

(knock at door)
(sighs)

I assume I can trust you
not to go into my bag

and look
through my case notes.

What a low opinion
you have of me.

Hmm.

(knock at door)

(door opens)

BOY:
Inspector Blake? Telegram.

BLAKE:
Thank you.

(door closes)

I'm afraid our evening's
going to be cut short.

Detective Willows
has requested my assistance.

I'm gonna go next door
and ask Mrs. Bambury

to watch Sophia.

Well, I'd be happy to stay.

I may be some time.

Well, there's wine,

and it appears
there's plenty to read.

Well, if you're sure.

Thank you.

I'll be back
soon as I can.

(door opens)

(door closes)

♪ ♪

(sighs)

(exhales)

(cabinet door closes)

(exhales)

(people talking in background)

♪ ♪

WILLOWS:
Good evening, sir.

BLAKE:
Willows.

Sorry to disturb
your evening,

but I received an urgent call
from Hertfordshire Constabulary.

Looks like carriage tracks,
sir.

They believe this may be
connected to the missing horse.

The stable's only
a mile or so away.

When was the body
discovered?

Two hours ago
by a passerby.

The local police
have identified him

as Jack Lawson.

He was a horse trainer.

♪ ♪

Who did he work for?

Lady Roberts.

(sighs)

(fire crackling)

Where is Papa?

Oh! Oh, he had
to go out.

He asked me to look after you.

Can't you sleep?

How about I come
and read to you for a bit?

Let's see, what have we got?

Ah, yes.

"Through the Looking Glass."

Why don't we learn more
about Alice's adventures?

Yes, please.

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Good morning.

(breathes deeply)

I apologize for not
coming back sooner.

The crime scene was more
challenging than usual.

Crime scene?

I can't go into details.

There is something
of a conflict of interest.

Is this connected
to the missing racehorse?

♪ ♪

I'm not a mind reader,
Alexander.

Is that a yes or a no?
(sighs)

What happened to our agreement

not to discuss work
during our private time?

What, so you're not going
to tell me?

You see? You are a mind reader.

More coffee?

The body was identified
as Jack Lawson.

I understand he trained
Trafalgar Spring.

He used to.

As soon as I filed for divorce,

my husband banned Lawson
from the estate.

His body was found
near the stables

where Trafalgar Spring was taken

with what appeared to be
carriage tracks and hoofprints.

Do you think he was involved
in the theft?

I have to consider all
possibilities, Lady Roberts.

Do you have any idea
of his recent movements?

I did hear...

It is just a rumor.

But I heard that my husband had
inquired about his services.

♪ ♪

ELIZA:
Clarence, I have some news.

There's been
a significant development

on the hunt
for Trafalgar Spring.

Excellent. What is it?

I'm not entirely sure.

You may have to give me a little
more information than that.

Some sort of crime
was committed last night.

What kind of crime?

I'm not entirely sure.

And where was this?

Well, I'm not entirely sure
about that, either.

Forgive me, but what
does make you entirely sure

this is a significant
development?

(inhales)

I have it on good authority
that Inspector Blake

was called out to a crime scene
last night,

and that crime scene
is connected to our case.

But you don't know what happened
or where it was.

Precisely.

Now, this is what we do know.

The horse was stolen
from Lord Roberts' stables.

So, really, I should go there,
take a look around.
Yeah.

But I need to find a way
to visit undetected.

How about you?
Anything of interest?

Well, I've been wading
through Lady Roberts' finances.

(chuckles):
Which are a muddle,
to say the least.

Particularly the hiring
and firing of domestic staff.

It seems that both
she and Lord Roberts

have been shedding servants
at a rate of knots,

due to the scandal
of the divorce.

Is Lord Roberts still hiring?

I believe so, why?

♪ ♪

(dogs barking)

Here we go--
come on.

Miss Reynolds.
Yes.

Miss Edith Berry has arrived.

Ah-- send her in.

And fetch the boys, please.

Miss Berry,
pleasure to meet you.

I'm Miss Alice Reynolds,

the housekeeper--
please, take a seat.

Thank you for seeing me
at such short notice.

Hm.

When I learned of the vacancy
for a nanny, my heart soared.

I was most keen to see you
before the position was filled.

Have you had much experience
with children?

I've worked for
three wonderful families.

Oh.
I adore children.

Well, the previous nanny
left rather abruptly.

The unpleasantness
with Lord and Lady Roberts

hangs heavy over us all.

The Roberts
have two sons,

Sebastian and Lionel.

I have other matters
to attend to,

but perhaps you would like to
spend some time with the boys.

See how you get on.

There's nothing
I would enjoy more.

Hm-- ah!

Sebastian, Lionel,
this is Miss Berry.

She will be looking
after you this afternoon.

Best behavior,
please.

Good afternoon, boys.

Good afternoon, boys.

Now, I have two suggestions

as to how we spend our time
together.

Suggestion one, a rigorous test
of Latin and algebra.

(sighs)

Suggestion two,

a game where I ask you
questions,

and if you answer correctly,
then I reward you with sweets.

Yes!
Yes!

The game it is.

Excellent.

Now, first question--
who knows where the stables are?

IVY:
Afternoon, Fred.

Barnabus.

What are you
doing here?
(exhales)

I come with the most wonderful
news, my jewel.

Something remarkable
has happened.

Mr. Wormsley has apologized
and given you your job back.

Not as yet, no.

I'm referring to this.

My memoirs.

"Tales of a Mortuary Clerk,"
by Barnabus Potts.

(laughs)
Oh, it was slow going
at first,

but as soon as the dam
of creativity burst open,

the, the words just
cascaded from my mind, like,

like water from a dam that,
as I say, had burst open.

You've written your memoirs?

Yeah-- are you not
always telling me

what fascinating tales
I possess?
Mm-hmm.

Well, now, I've put them
on the page for all to read.

Begun to, anyway-- uh,
this is just the first chapter.

Spring 1857.

I would, um, welcome
any thoughts

or suggestions you may have.

And this is just
one chapter?

Indeed.
Excuse me, love.

For I've left
no stone unturned

in my effort
to delight the reader.

Every detail, no matter how
small, is there on the page.

Although I must confess
to a rather intense bit

of cramp in my forearm.

Well, we'll have
to get you a typewriter

if you keep this up.

(both laugh)

Well, I'll keep you
not a moment longer.
(chuckles)

We'll talk again at home.
Oh,

I, I won't be home till late.

I have to cover part
of the night shift.

Ah, no matter.

I will keep myself busy
writing the next installment.

Autumn 1857.

Yeah.

♪ ♪

(sighs)

(horses neighing)

(horse neighs)

♪ ♪

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ALICE:
Miss Berry?

What on Earth are you doing
in here?

And where are the boys?

(stammering):
Hiding.

We're playing hide-and-seek.

Well, go and find them
immediately.

Well, go and find them
immediately.

They should never be left alone.

Ever.

LORD ROBERTS:
I take it you're here
about Lawson.

I heard his body
was found last night.

How well did you know
Mr. Lawson?

Hardly at all.

He worked for her--
I had my own man.

Is it right you banned Lawson
from your stables

when the divorce proceedings
began?
(exhales)

Didn't trust him.

And for the record,

I'm quite sure
that he and my former wife

were more
than just trainer and owner.

You're suggesting an affair?
(chuckles)

There are so many rumors
about her,

anything is possible.

I spoke to Lady Roberts,
and she suggested

that you'd offered Lawson
his job back.

And you believed her.
(chuckles)

For God's sake, man,
are you a fool

or just incompetent?

Look, who knows
what happened to Lawson?

But you can bet
that she was involved somehow,

both in his death
and the theft of my horse.

That woman has a corrupted soul.

And she will stop
at nothing to...
(vase shattering in distance)

What the devil?

(boys laughing)

Give me...

Give me back my...

LORD ROBERTS:
Stop this at once!
(laughter stops)

Who the hell are you?
My name's Miss Berry, I...

♪ ♪

Inspector Blake.

You know this woman?

We... I can explain.

(breathes deeply)

What will Lord Roberts
do next?

He will complain
that I haven't arrested you.

He will complain that I haven't
arrested his wife.

He will complain
that I haven't found the horse.

In summary, he will complain
a great deal

and make my life
incredibly difficult.

Rather as you do.

I know we agreed not to
discuss work, but if we had,

situations like this afternoon
might have been avoided.

Firstly, do not blame me
for what happened.

Secondly, do not ask me to
share confidential information

when your client

is a suspect
in the case.
Is there a thirdly?

Possibly.

I'm still thinking.

I have a proposal.

I will consider terminating
my contract with Lady Roberts

if you tell me everything
you know about the case.

But I reserve the right
to make that decision

once I've heard
your conclusions.

How does that sound?

Unacceptable.

Alexander,
I appreciate this is difficult.

And if I was in your position,

I would keep my cards
close to my chest, too.

Not that I'll ever be in your
position, since I'm a woman.

Thirdly, do not try
and extract information

out of me using guilt.

I resent that suggestion.

It's not a suggestion,
it's an accusation.

Just so you know,
this goes both ways.

Just so you know,
this goes both ways.

Perhaps I have information
that will be interesting to you.

You don't.
(telephone ringing)

(harshly):
Blake.

(more calmly):
Superintendent.

Yes, sir.

LADY ROBERTS:
All you are saying

are words that make no sense.

You are not
explaining it clearly.

Stop waffling, man--
be concise.

Yes, well, I'm doing my best,
but as I have said,

your financial affairs
are quite challenging.

Can you protect my money or not?

Yes, I can, I can.

But, um, I just need
a little more time

to fully understand
your finances.

Well, what is there
to understand?

I thought
you were an accountant.

Lady Roberts,
you have numerous bank accounts,

and a bewildering array
of investments,

none of which are providing

any kind of return,
by the way.

There are also many payments,

um, with
no detailed reference.

For instance, £50
to a Mr. M. Butterworth.

He's my upholsterer.

I have had to set up
an entirely new household.

Would you have me
go to the workhouse?

(murmurs):
Upholsterer...
(door opens)

Oh, Lady Roberts.

(door closes)

No, don't,

don't mind me.
(chuckles)

Um, £120 to a,
a Mrs. Ruddy?

She runs a spa in Bath.

I was stricken
with melancholy

after the divorce.

I needed to take the waters.

Oh, yes, of course.

Um, uh, but, but a whopping £250

to a Mr. Daniel O'Dwyer?

He is an old acquaintance

who runs a charity
for retired racehorses.

I will not apologize
for having a kind heart!

(loudly):
And I do not appreciate

being questioned
in this way!

No, it's, it's just
that if I am going to help,

I do need to go
through every detail

of your finances.
And you.

What have you found out
about my missing horse?

(pounding at door)

What on Earth is that?

(footsteps approaching)

♪ ♪

"Lady Roberts."

CLARENCE:
"If you want your horse back,

"pay £300 into locker 332
at Kings Cross Station

"at 8:00 tomorrow night.

Tell the police
and the animal dies."

(exclaims)

It was addressed to you,
Lady Roberts.

Who else knew
that you were here?

I told no one.

My driver dropped me
two streets away.

I, I don't want anyone
knowing my business.

Pay them.

I will give you
the money.

Well, yes, but we must
let the police know.

No!

I don't want anything more to do
with this whole damn business!

(sighs)

Do as they say.

Pay them the ransom.

Pay them the ransom.

And when my horse is returned,
you will receive £100.

(door opens)

Well.

That's that, then.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Extortion with
the threat of violence

is a serious crime,
and Inspector Blake

is under pressure to capture
those responsible.

If we say nothing,
they'll get away.

Well, that is his problem,
not ours.

We have a business to run.

There are good reasons
to involve him.

There are many reasons not to.

£100 worth, to be precise.

(chuckles):
Unless I am missing something,

you're acting
in the most peculiar manner.

Something is amiss.
I cannot cross Inspector Blake,

and that's final.
But why?

Because I can't.

Eliza, what has changed?
Everything!

♪ ♪

You've not fallen out
with Inspector Blake.

You've fallen in with him.

It all makes sense now.

Have you lost your mind?

Think of the damage
to your reputation!

Not to mention the conflict
of interest with Scotland Yard.

And what about clients?

They will question
where your loyalties lie.

And what if things do not
end well between the two of you?

We've lost our main source
of revenue!

I am aware of all that.

And yet still you have done it.

(inhales)

If our business fails,
Eliza,

I have nothing.

Things were finally
smooth sailing,

but you are
just like Mr. Nash.

Intent on always
rocking the damn boat!

♪ ♪

(door opens and closes)

(exhales)

(door closes, key clatters)

IVY:
Barnabus?

I'm home!

(fire crackling)

Barnabus.

♪ ♪

(kisses)

(exhales)

♪ ♪

(exhales)

Oh!

Oh, you gave me a fright.
Sorry.

I was miles away.

Everything all right?

Yes.

♪ ♪

No.

(church bell ringing)

I've never seen Clarence
so upset.

IVY:
Clarence is just doing his job--
I understand his concerns.

But this relationship
with Inspector Blake

is a long time coming.

I've never known you
so happy.

I am happy.

I just don't want
everything I've worked for

to be for nothing.

Do you want my advice?

Does it start with,
"When you were a little girl"?

(chuckles)

If you had a case
that, in solving,

would mean harm to me
and my reputation,

what would you do?

Well, there's no dilemma--
you would come first.

Because you care about me?

Of course.

And there's your answer.

I'll take the blackmail letter

to Inspector Blake
in the morning.

You're always right.

Could you please
tell my husband that?

(both laughing)

(sighs)

♪ ♪

(knock at door)

Inspector Blake?

(exhales)

(knocks)

Good morning, Miss Scarlet.

Detective Willows.

I'm waiting on Inspector Blake--
any idea where he is?

He was in with
the superintendent first thing.

The meeting must have run over.

Well, that never bodes well.

Mm.

Would you like me
to pass on a message?

The autopsy report he requested
finally came through.

I'll leave it on his desk.

I'll let him know.
Good day, Miss Scarlet.

Mm.

♪ ♪

"Daniel O'Dwyer."

♪ ♪

Good morning, sir.
It's far from good.

I've just been in
with the super.

More complaints
from Lord Roberts?

Well, he's consistent,
I'll give him that.

(clears throat):
Well, it's still early,
so let's be optimistic

and hope for
a better day ahead.

Well, I might be able
to help you with that, sir.

The coroner's report
for Jack Lawson came through.

Put it on your desk.

Put it on your desk.

Cause of death?

Internal bleeding
caused by a ruptured liver.

There was also severe bruising
on the abdomen,

on which the coroner
had a theory.

He said that he's seen that
before

amongst stable hands
and jockeys.

A kick from a horse?

Exactly, sir.

Well, it was late at night

on a dark forest lane.

It could have been an accident

transferring the animal
from one horse box to another.

I've looked
into this Jack Lawson.

Couldn't find anything on him in
Hertfordshire, where he lived,

but I did find an old arrest
sheet here in the records room.

Lawson was Irish.

Came to London ten years ago,

but he had a different name
then-- Daniel O'Dwyer.

Mm.

He left Ireland with
a mountain of unpaid debts

and a reputation
for race-fixing.

So, when he arrived in London,

he called himself Jack Lawson
as a fresh start.

Good work-- well done.

You say you left the files
on my desk?

I left it right there
with Miss Scarlet.

Miss Scarlet was here?

♪ ♪

(people talking in background)

(door opens)

Ah!

There you are.

I've been looking
everywhere for you.

Ah, uh, I, there's something
I wanted to say,

and I needed time to think.

There's no time for thinking,
Clarence.

I have news on the case.
No, no.

Please let me finish.

Very well.

I'm sorry for what I said
last night.

I was just frustrated.

Our business
means an awful lot to me,

and, apart from Mother,
it's all I have, uh,

and you mean
an awful lot to me, too.

You are a,
a good friend, Eliza.

It's surprising how
few friends I was left with

once I had a criminal record.

Thank you.

Now, speaking
of criminal records...

But my first thought
should have been your happiness.

You, of all people,
deserve to be happy.

And if Inspector Blake
makes you happy,

then that is
what is most important.

That means a great deal--
thank you.

Now, have you finished?

I have.

What did you want to tell me?

♪ ♪

CLARENCE:
So, this Daniel O'Dwyer that
Lady Roberts made payments to

was an ex-convict.

ELIZA:
Well, contrary
to what she told us,

he didn't run a charity
for retired racehorses.

He was wanted in Ireland
for unpaid debts.

Changed his name to Jack Lawson
to escape arrest.

And wound up dead.

That was the crime scene
that Inspector Blake

attended the other night.

Well, no wonder
she didn't want the police

She's in this
up to her neck.

But how do you know
all this?

You stole a file from
Inspector Blake's office?

You stole a file from
Inspector Blake's office?

I temporarily
borrowed it.

My intention was to tell
Inspector Blake

about the ransom note,
but circumstances changed,

which they are wont to do.

As long as the horse is found

and the thieves
brought to justice,

that's all I care about.

That and the confidential file
you stole from his desk.

I'll worry about that
later.

We have a horse to find
first.

Now, we may not receive
the fee from Lady Roberts,

but the publicity
will be invaluable.

Now, the ransom note says
that the bag drop will be

at 8:00 tonight,
which gives us

seven hours until then.

But how do we find
the horse?

I've been studying
the ransom note,

removing the letters
and rearranging them,

and it turns out that the words

were cut
from the same newspaper.

"Kingsbury Herald"?

Yes, it's a local newspaper sold
in only two postal districts

in Northwest London.

I'd bet money that the horse
is being kept in that area.

Hmm.
We need a map.

One that shows buildings on it.

Buildings big enough
to hide a horse.

We'll make a detective of you
yet, Clarence.

♪ ♪

(typewriters clacking)

♪ ♪

Good afternoon, my jewel.

You really should
have woken me this morning.

Well, I didn't want
to disturb you.

You looked so worn out.

I cannot dispute the fact
that all this writing

has left me feeling
somewhat fatigued,

not to mention played havoc with
my lexal digitorum profundus.

Oh, never mind my ailments.

What did you think
of my first chapter?

I very much enjoyed it.
(gasps)

But perhaps it might benefit

from a little trim
here and there.

Trim?
It, it is rather long.

There's a lot of detail

about the management
of the mortuary budget.

Oh-- oh, perhaps I could
be a bit more economical.

Might go some way to ease
my current malady, too.

Perhaps a little rest
from the writing

might be the best thing.

In the meantime, you could get
your old job back.

By apologizing to Mr. Wormsley
rather than waiting on him.

You want me
to give up the writing?

I know the idea of apologizing
goes against your principles,

but...
You want me to give up
the writing.

Barnabus!

You're a wonderful writer.

Mm.

But these twinges
can start small,

and before you know it,
you have an acute condition.

Look at my mother's gout.

Mm.

Perhaps you are right,
my jewel.

(exhales)

I know just what to do.

Heh.

(sighs)

BLAKE:
Mrs. Potts.

Have you seen Miss Scarlet?

Uh, not today, no.
Well, I need to speak to her.

I've been to the office,
the house.

She's not there.
What has that girl gone
and done now?

If you see her,
would you be kind enough

to direct her to my office
immediately?

Yes, Inspector, course.

Yes, Inspector, course.

WILLOWS:
Sir.
BLAKE: Yes?

It's Miss Scarlet.

Where is she?

(sighs)

♪ ♪

ELIZA:
Gentlemen of the press,

thank you for coming
so expeditiously.

I am Eliza Scarlet,
private investigator.

As you can see,
I have found Trafalgar Spring...

(people gasp)
...the award-winning racehorse
that all London

has been searching for.

MAN:
Miss Scarlet,
could you confirm when

and where the horse
was located?

ELIZA:
I did not do this alone,
however,

but alongside the dedicated

Inspector Alexander Blake
of Scotland Yard.

MAN:
Inspector Blake, how long have
you and Miss Scarlet

been working together?

MAN:
Inspector Blake!

Never was there a more diligent,
talented officer.

MAN:
Inspector Blake,
do you have any suspects

in custody at this time?

MAN:
Who are your main suspects,
Inspector Blake?

MAN:
Inspector Blake,
where did you find the horse?

MAN:
Excuse me, Miss Scarlet!

MAN:
Is this disappearance
financially motivated?

MAN:
Inspector Blake,

can you give us any more
information about the thief?

Neither Miss Scarlet or myself
will be giving

any further comment
at this time

as the investigation is still
ongoing, thank you.

(journalists talking
in background)

WILLOWS:
Thank you, gents,
that's enough for today.

Thank you-- on your way.

Some driver Jack Lawson paid
to transport the horse.

But it wasn't just Lawson.

He had help.

Inside help.

If anyone stole that horse,
it was her.

The man is a liar.

He would kill his own mother
if it meant

getting his hands
on my horse.

How dare you
speak of my mother,

who, by the way,
never liked you.
(laughing)

We are not suggesting

that you yourselves
stole the horse.

We know it was Jack Lawson.

Real name, Daniel O'Dwyer.

A horse trainer
with a criminal past.

Contrary to what
you told me,

you didn't donate money
to O'Dwyer's racehorse charity.

But, rather, you paid him
to steal Trafalgar Spring.

Ha!

No court in the land
will let you have the horse now.

And on further delving
into O'Dwyer's accounts,

we found that you, Lord Roberts,
had sold him

a property in London

for a ridiculously low price
just last month.

Despite saying you've
had no dealings with him.

I told you so.

Lies trip off his tongue
like the serpent he is.

I would wager
that you both

had some arrangement
with Daniel O'Dwyer.

But he betrayed both of you.

And intended on
selling to a breeder

who would put the horse
out to stud on the black market.

And what of the man
who held my horse to ransom?

It is he who should
be in custody, not I!

The man in question
has been arrested.

He was hired by O'Dwyer

to transport the horse
to a breeder.

When the horse kicked out
at O'Dwyer, he panicked,

When the horse kicked out
at O'Dwyer, he panicked,

left O'Dwyer fatally injured,

and drove off
with Trafalgar Spring.

Luckily for us,

he got greedy and decided

to keep the horse for himself
and ransom it.

Extortion and fraud

are extremely
serious offenses.

However,

I'm inclined to be generous.

To press no charges,
speak no more about it.

But I cannot speak
for my colleague here,

who is very well connected
with the press.

I am, indeed,
Inspector Blake.

And what a story
it would make.

However, I'm sure Miss Scarlet
can be persuaded

to keep this whole debacle
quiet.

I believe that she, like me, has
had enough of the pair of you.

What do you suggest?

(inhales)

Drop the appeal case.

And allow Lady Roberts
to keep her horse.

(giggles)

And you will pay Miss Scarlet
her fee.

Her full fee.

With a bonus
for her continued silence.

♪ ♪

I trust this is an end
to the matter?

(door closes, key clatters)

IVY:
Barnabus!

(bell dings)

I'm home!

(typewriter clacking,
Potts murmuring)

Barnabus?

One fluid ounce of...

What on Earth
are you doing?

Writing, my jewel.

When I left you earlier, I
went straight to the stationer's

on Copthorne Lane,
Quill and Quandary.

They had a typewriter there, on
sale, for half the usual price.

Oh!

As you said, so much easier
than writing by hand!

But I thought you were
going to get your old job back

at the mortuary!

Why would I do that
when you yourself

said I was
a wonderful writer?
(chuckles)

(giggles)

(exclaiming)

One fluid ounce of...

(slowly):
...iodine.

(bell dings,
carriage slides)

You know, you could have
told me about the ransom.

What, and have you take away
my moment in the sun?

I've already had three offers
of work from that publicity.

Besides,
I was keeping to your rule

of not discussing work.
I believe it was our rule.

And one we should stick to.

Agreed.

It's nice going out together.

I don't know this area
very well.

It's far enough out of the way
to enjoy some privacy.

And if anyone should
recognize us,

And if anyone should
recognize us,

the tables are almost
big enough to hide under.

(laughs)
(chuckles)

Clarence knows about us.

He guessed.

(sighs)

Well, it's only a matter of time
before everyone finds out.

So, let's enjoy the quiet
before the storm.

May I?
Thank you.

Did you hear about that robbery
that went wrong in Blackfriars?

No.

Does that breach our rule?

Oh, it does a little,
yes.

What if we amend the rule?

We're allowed to discuss work

that doesn't directly
concern us.

I'm about to take over the case.

Oh.

Oh, to hell with it.

When I say the burglary
went wrong,

I mean it went
spectacularly wrong.

Do tell.
So,

it all started...

(giggles)

...in the most bizarre
way.

♪ ♪

(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.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

ELIZA:
Mr. Moses Valentine.

Miss Eliza Scarlet.

Hello!

MOSES:
They're trying to frame us.

We need to go-- now!
(gasps)

As if I'd come into a pub
like this

with an uncut diamond in my bag!

She's a liability.

♪ ♪

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