All language subtitles for MS.S06E05.The.Night.Shift.WEB-DL.x264-JiVE

♪ ♪

(clears throat)

♪ ♪

Detective Willows.

Mrs. Potts.

I've been building a case

against my uncle
for a few years now.

He's all yours.

Dylan Cooper, we've got

a warrant
for your arrest.

IVY:
She got lost on the way home.

Was found by an officer,
wandering the streets.

I am all Sophia has, and it is
down to me to keep her safe.

Perhaps some time apart
will do us both good.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(thunder claps)

(whimpers)

(click)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(church bell ringing)

(bell stops)

(door opens)

Eliza.

Sorry, I didn't
want to disturb you.

Come in, please.

♪ ♪

How have you been?

Very well, thank you-- and you?

Busy.

Yes, I can see that.

It's good to see you, Eliza.

I'm here because I wanted
to let you know

that I'm going away
on holiday.

An actual holiday or...

What does that mean?

You've said before
you were going on holiday,

but in fact were on a case.

I'm going to Paris
to visit Moses and his family.

His wife had a little boy.

(breathes deeply)

Well, that is welcome news.

Please give him my best.

Contrary to what you believe,
Alexander, I don't lie to you.

Do you have any idea
how hard it was for me

to come and see you today?

I wanted to come and see you,
but...

(knock at door)

Come.
(door opens)

I need your sign-off,

sir.

Door!

Just...
(exhales)

(phone ringing)

Blake.

(Isabel speaking indistinctly)

Thank you, Miss Summers,
put him through.

Sergeant Clarke,
you got my message?

(Clarke speaking
indistinctly)

BLAKE:
Well, anything you can do.

(Clarke speaking indistinctly)

I appreciate that.

I'll wait to hear.
(Clarke speaking indistinctly)

BLAKE:
Thank you-- goodbye.

That's the desk sergeant
at Bow Street.

I've been trying to find some
extra men for the night shift.

Half have gone
to the rookeries,

riots are breaking out
everywhere.

The other half have gone down
with stomach flu.

(exhales)

You were saying you wanted
to come and see me.

But...

♪ ♪

(footsteps approaching)

I have thought of you many
times over this last week.

(knock at door)
(loudly):
I'm in a meeting.

(sighs)

Sorry, sir, the superintendent's
waiting for you.

I didn't realize the time.

You're busy,
and I should pack.

I leave first thing
in the morning.

Sorry,
Miss Scarlet...
Detective Willows.

Miss Scarlet.

I'll be with you shortly,
Willows.

♪ ♪

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(church bells ringing)

(people talking in background)

(people talking in background)

(door opens)

ISABEL:
Hope you feel better soon,
Maggie.

(Willows exhales)

Ah, I think she's got
that stomach bug,

poor thing.
Oh, it's a nasty one,
from all accounts.

Half the men have gone home
sick with it.

Anyway, I just came to see

if you wanted to go
for a cuppa on your break.

I'd love to, but Inspector Blake
said I've got to ring

round the other precincts,
see if they can spare any men.

Not having much luck, though.

Most of them
aren't even answering.

It'll be the riots
in the rookeries.

And what with the sickness,
we're badly undermanned.

We might even have
a problem

transferring the big fella
to Newgate later.

Is Dylan Cooper
really in our cells?

Well, he's under lock and key.

And I'm here to protect you.

(chuckles):
My hero.

I may have
to cover the night shift,

so it might be best that we dine
tomorrow night instead.

I'm stuck here, too.

Maggie was the fifth girl
to go home early.

Tomorrow night, then?

I'll take us somewhere nice
to make up for it.

Can we go back to Baron's?

It was lovely there.

I'll book it in the morning.

You're too good to me,
Georgie.

I don't deserve you.

No, you probably don't.

(both chuckle)

BLAKE:
Detective Willows.

I need your help
transferring Cooper to Newgate.

So, it's still going ahead, sir?

The prison governor will be
sending an armed escort

at 8:00 this evening.

Cooper won't be pleased.

He's been telling everyone
the governor of Newgate

won't dare take him--
thinks he'll be too scared

of the repercussions.

Well, in that case,

I shall enjoy telling
Mr. Cooper personally

that he's very much mistaken.

If you don't
stop staring at me, boy,

I'm gonna rip your eyeballs
out of their sockets.

(footsteps approaching)

I want to move cells,
Blake.

This fella ain't right
in the head.

Inspector Blake.

And you will indeed
be moving cells.

To Newgate Prison.

(chuckling):
You what?

The governor's looking forward

to welcoming you
to your new home.

You leave at 8:00.

Best say your goodbyes.

Nah.

I ain't going anywhere.

I beg to differ.

I've heard
about those riots.

♪ ♪

Terrible business.

My guess is,
they'll reach Newgate soon.

Why do you say that?

Mm...

Just making conversation.

Inspector Blake.

♪ ♪

(chuckles)

(rain falling)

Detective Willows?

Murray, isn't it?
You here for the night shift?

Yes, sir.
Good.

Where are the others?
That's what I wanted
to tell you, sir.

(people talking in background)

Only two officers? Where's
the rest of the night shift?

The desk sergeant
said they're off sick.

That stomach bug's
spreading like wildfire.

Where's the desk sergeant?
He's got it, too.

He's just gone home.

(people talking in background)

(ringing)

Blake.

(Isabel speaking indistinctly)

Thank you, Miss Summers,
put him through.

(man speaking indistinctly)

Yes, sir.

We're all set
to bring Cooper over.

(thunder rumbling)

Change of plan, sir?

(thunder claps)

How many times, Oscar?

The street is not
a public toilet.

BLAKE:
Willows?

(people talking in background)

Sorry, sir, only
three men have turned up.

The rest of the night shift
are off sick.

(sighs)

Well, just to add
to our good fortune,

I spoke to the governor
of Newgate.

A mob has gathered
outside the prison,

and he doesn't feel it's safe
to transfer Cooper tonight.

A mob?

Newgate's nowhere
near the rookeries.

That doesn't make
any sense.

What's more worrying is,

Cooper seemed to know about it
in advance.

(thunder rumbles)

Keep an eye out--
something isn't right.

Yes, sir.

(people talking in background)

Oscar, no!

All right,
what's going on?

What can you tell me
about the unrest at Newgate?

Back already,
Inspector?

Answer the question.

Hm, unrest in Newgate, you say?

(clicking tongue)
What dark times we live in.

Oh.

I do hope it's safe for me
to be transferred.

I do hope it's safe for me
to be transferred.

You'll be leaving soon enough.

(shushing)

(softly):
Lower your voice, Inspector.

You might wake
poor old Ernest.

And he's so enjoying
his nap.

(thunder rumbles)

(sighs):
Hm.

Now.

What is it
that's bothering you, exactly?

I mean,
I could take a wild guess.

I could guess that the riots
in the rookeries

have spread to Newgate,

and I could guess
that you've been told

I have to stay here
for the night.

And I could guess that you
think I'm behind it all.

Don't presume to know
what I'm thinking, Mr. Cooper.

And if I could do that,

who knows what else
I might be planning?

Especially as I hear
there's sickness

spreading through your men.

♪ ♪

How many officers
have you got on duty tonight?

(footsteps retreating)

(chuckles)

(people talking in background)

(thunder rumbling)

(people talking, yelling
in background)

Willows!

MAN:
I told you to shut up!

Discharge them, all of them.

I want the whole place cleared
in five minutes.

What do you mean, sir?
We are shutting down
Scotland Yard.

No one comes in,
no one goes out.

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MURRAY:
Come on, come on, get a move on!

Bloody hell,
we don't have all day.

Shift it!
Keep your eyes peeled.

Get a whiff of anything,
raise the alarm.

Immediately.
Will do, sir.

(gate clangs)

♪ ♪

(gate clangs, lock turns)

Watkins, Redmond,
don't leave your post.

Not even for a minute.

Yes, sir.

(lock turns, thunder rumbles)

(rain falling)

(thunder rumbling)

(water dripping)

I've locked up the back gate,
sir.

I've put Redmond and Watkins
on guard.

What did Cooper say?
Do you think he knows something?

I'm afraid I do.

To what extent he's involved,
I can't be sure.

(sighs)

The man plays poker
for a living.

It's hard to know
when he's bluffing.

You know, a few years back,
when I was at Bristol,

I arrested a gang leader.

He was put on trial for murder
and sentenced to be hanged.

The morning his sentence
was due to be carried out,

a riot broke out
in the prison.

His gang had paid off
a dozen or so prisoners

to cause a distraction
so they could spring him out.

Luckily, one of my officers
got wind of the plan,

and we were able to stop it.

Someone snitched?

BLAKE:
In a way.

It's a long story involving
a lady of the night

who talks in her sleep.

My point is,
this gang leader had

half the money and influence
that Cooper has.

If Cooper puts his mind to it,
God knows what he's capable of.

You think we need more men?

I'm afraid I do.

(thunder rumbles)

ISABEL:
Hello? Bow Street?

Bow Street, can you hear me?

Why are the doors all locked?
What's going on, Georgie?

It's just a precaution.
What does that mean?

The riots are getting worse.

You don't think
they'll come here?

No, but it's better to be safe
than sorry.

Inspector Blake wants you to
keep calling the other precincts

to see if they can spare us
some more men.

Well, I was just
on my way to tell you,

the phone lines are dead.

I've connected the cable
to Bow Street Station,

but there's nothing,
just a sort of hiss.
(line hissing)

It's the same with Aldgate,
Southwark, Deptford.

Keep trying.

I'll go speak
to Inspector Blake.

(man yells, metal pounds)

Stay here.

♪ ♪

What the hell was that?
I think it's coming
from the cells.

Bring backup.
Yes, sir.

(men chanting in distance)

(chanting, clamoring)

(yelling):
Stop this! Immediately!

(noise stops)

Thank you.

Now, will somebody please tell
me what the hell is going on?

This lunatic's got a blade
in his boot.

He's threatening
to cut my throat.

I want to be moved, now.

(men clamoring)

Well, come on!

Search him,
if you don't believe me!

Don't take your eyes
off them.

And if anyone moves
a muscle, shoot them.

No! You cannot leave me in here!

(men clamoring)
MAN:
And what about me?

When are you going
to speak to me?

Blake!

(yells)

Has Miss Summers had any luck
getting through

to the other precincts?
The phones are dead, sir.

She can't make
or receive calls.

My day just gets
better and better.

Nothing.
(thunder rumbling)

Has this happened before?

Has this happened before?

Not to me, but I remember
one of the girls saying

the lines cut out
a few weeks back,

when we had that storm.

Tonight's even worse.

(thunder rumbling)

There's an urn
in the clerical office.

Shall I go make the men
a cup of tea?

That is the best suggestion
I've heard all day.

Thank you,
Miss Summers.

Do you really think
it is the storm?

I don't know.

(thunder rumbling)
And if it isn't?

(sighs)

We just need
to get through the night.

Watkins, take the back gate.

Murray, you stay
on the front.

If anyone attempts to break in,
you fire a warning shot

above their heads.
Sir.

After ten years in the Army,
I can assure you

few men run towards
the sound of gunfire.

Who are they?
Found them playing cards
in the kitchen, sir.

Freddie is a rat catcher
and Arthur is a kitchen porter.

You told me
to gather everyone, sir.

Have you fired
a weapon before?

No.
No, sir.

Well, take some blankets
from the infirmary room

and get yourself up on the roof.

Keep a lookout,
and if you see anyone,

let me know immediately.

(sighs)

All will be well, lads.

The gates at the front and back
are solid iron

and built
for this very purpose.

Ah!

Miss Summers,
perfect timing.

Thank you.

Thanks, miss.

Thank you.

Right, get to it, lads.

I don't mean
to be rude, but

I think,
under the circumstances,

I could do with something
a little stronger.

There's a bottle
of scotch in my office.

Georgie, who's that copper,
PC Murray?

He's new, he's not
been here very long.

I've seen him somewhere before,
I just can't remember where.

He probably just reminds you
of someone from your past.

A gentleman caller, perhaps?

Keep that up,

you'll be wearing that tea,
not drinking it.

It's a little bit milky
for my taste.

Cheeky sod.

(chuckling)
I'd better get back.

With any luck, the lines
will be up and running again.

(thunder rumbling)
Izzy?

You're doing a grand job.

♪ ♪

(thunder rumbles)

(thunder rumbles)

WILLOWS:
PC Murray.

(exhales)
Anything to report?

Nothing.

Apart from a mangy cat.

His coat was so wet,
he could barely walk.

Know how he feels,
poor sod.

(thunder rumbling)

How long you been here now?

Mind if I...
Certainly.

Been here five weeks,
give or take.

And where were you
before that?

I already passed my interview.

Just talking--
keeps my mind off the cold.

I did a year at the City Police
before coming here.

What about you?

Bow Street.

How was that?

Decent.

But there's nowhere
like the Yard.

(sniffs)

That girl from the switchboard.

What's her name?
Why?

(thunder rumbling)
Like you said,
we're just talking.

Miss Summers.

Pretty little thing, isn't she?

Bet she could keep me warm.
Shut your mouth.

Right, easy, mate,
I was just saying.
I'm not your mate.

I'm your senior officer.

BLAKE:
PC Murray.

Go and join Watkins
at the back gate.

Yes, sir.

Everything all right?
Yes, sir.
(exhales)

Thank you, sir.

(thunder rumbling)

My daughter loves the rain.

Her bedroom's up in the eaves of
the house, and when it rains,

she says it's
like being in a tent.

Not that she's ever
been in one.

I suppose she's heard
enough stories

from my time in the Army
to know what it's like.

My little niece will
sleep through anything.

Thunder, lightning.

Couple next door
throwing plates at each other.

(chuckles)

Does she live with you?

Her and my sister.

Her father's not around--
it's a long story.

I just didn't want her raising
the little girl on her own.

Sorry, sir, I didn't...
No offense.

None taken.

(sighs)

I can't deny, it would be easier
not to be alone.

This job isn't easy
for anyone to put up with.

Long hours, stress.

I wouldn't want
to be married to me.
Nor would I.

(both chuckle)

I'll keep watch here.

Go and see if the telephone
lines are working.

Yes, sir.

(thunder rumbling)

♪ ♪

(thunder rumbling)

(thunder rumbling)

(thunder rumbling)

(water dripping)

Georgie, what are you doing?

Where have you been?

You're meant to be
manning the telephones.

They're still dead.

There's something
I need to show you.

Is everything all right?

You'd better come with me.

♪ ♪

ELIZA (voiceover):
Inspector Blake, I presume.

BLAKE:
And you are?

ELIZA:
My name's Miss Eliza Scarlet.

You work for a detective
agency?

I own a detective agency.

And I thought
this might be

a good opportunity
to outline the history

of my work in relationship
with your predecessors.

In here are numerous
case reports,

letters of reference,

and, as you see,
newspaper clippings

showing the, uh,
investigations

that I've helped to solve.

I'm afraid you're wasting
your time.

I do not engage the services
of private detectives.

Well, may I
at least present...

However,
if you have a contract,

you will be paid
for your work so far,

but that is all.

Good day.

It's not my intention
to be rude.

ELIZA:
You're doing a wonderful job
of it.

(thunder rumbling)

(thunder claps)

When I first worked here,
one of my duties

was to keep the mugshot files
up to date.

One of the photos
stuck in my mind.

I think it's him, Georgie.

PC Murray.

I knew I'd seen him before.

You think he's a convict?

One of the boys at my school

used to pick
on my little brother.

He had a scar
just like Murray's,

but for the life of me,
I can't remember his name.

It definitely wasn't Murray.

Griffiths.

Samuel Griffiths, that's it!

WILLOWS:
Where's his photograph?

Someone's ripped it out.

You're sure?

As sure as I can be, sir.

Miss Summers,
why don't you go back

to the switchboard room,
see if you can

get those phone lines
working again?

I found an arrest sheet
on this Samuel Griffiths.

I didn't want Izzy to--

sorry, Miss Summers-- to see.

Poor girl's terrified enough
as it is.

Convictions for wounding with
intent and actual bodily harm.

And look at his known
associates.

Dylan Cooper.

Is Murray still at his post
at the back gate?

As far as I'm aware, sir.

♪ ♪

Watkins.

Is he breathing?

He is-- he's out cold.

The keys to the back gate,
they were attached to his belt.

Well, they're not there now.

Where the hell
is PC Murray?

(thunder rumbling)

♪ ♪

Take this,
guard the front gate.

There's no sign of
Murray downstairs, sir.

Did you check on Cooper?
He's locked up safe and sound.

I've put Watkins
in the infirmary.

He's coming round,
but has no idea what happened.

(whistling)

Put the rifle down!

Sir?
(guns cocking)

Now.

WILLOWS:
Do what he says, Murray.

Up against the wall.

What's going on, sir?

Just do it!

Search him.
(stammering):
But sir,

I don't understand
what's going on.
WILLOWS: Shut your mouth.

Against the wall.

Keys to the back gate, sir.

Cuff him.

Start talking.

Watkins gave me the keys

when he needed
to use the gents.

I don't understand
what I've done wrong.

Watkins was found unconscious.

Are you responsible
for that?

No, of course not!
What's going on?

You said you were at
the City of London Police.

Who was
the desk sergeant there?

What's that got
to do with anything?

Answer him.

The desk sergeant
was old Gideon Bates.

And your commanding officer?

Sergeant Simpson.

You mean Sampson.

That's what I meant!

I'm nervous, is all.

What's going on?

Why did you transfer
to Scotland Yard?

Well, you could ask him
the same thing.

Who doesn't want to come here?

Constable Murray, do
you have a criminal conviction

you failed to declare?

No! I swear it.

WILLOWS:
The scar on your face,

how'd you get it?

Growing up,
I wasn't the best behaved.

Used to get into scrapes.

But I was just a kid.

But I was just a kid.

♪ ♪

A word, please,
Detective Willows.

What do you think?

Honestly, sir,
I don't know.

Neither do I.

But Cooper
is more than capable

of having a man
on the inside.

Go and check on Watkins--
if he's able to walk,

bring him down here
and see what he has to say.

What should I do
with Murray, sir?

(men shouting in distance)

Oh, what now?

It's coming from
the cells again, sir.

Put him in
the interview room.

Question him,
then report to me what you find.

(shouting, clamoring)

Shut up, the lot of you.

COOPER:
Blake!
What the hell is going on?

(groans)

(choking):
He wants to kill me!

Let him go-- now!

Or I will not hesitate

to put a bullet in your head!

(groans)

You, tell me
what the hell is going on.

I told you to move me.

If you don't get me out of here,
I'll be carried out in a box.

I'll tell you anything
you want to know, please.

Please.

(shouting continues)

Any chance I could
have a glass?

Tell me something of interest
and I'll consider it.

Those riots.

It was my men
what started 'em.

Wanted to keep you busy.

And my men off sick?

Got a mate who's got a mate
who supplies your canteen.

Rancid meat ain't hard
to come by in this city.

You've got, what, a handful
of coppers on duty?

I've got 25 men with guns
who'll be here any minute.

They're cast-iron gates,
front and back.

No one's getting in.
They won't just be
coming with guns, son.

Bit of dynamite?

Blow those gates open

like a bleeding
doll's house.

You're bluffing.

No, I ain't.

(scoffs)

And when my men get here

and they see me in handcuffs...

...they're liable
to get very emotional.
(chuckles)

Dread to think
what they might do to you.

(exhales)

So...

What you've got
to ask yourself is this.

Am I really worth dying for?

You're not seriously suggesting
I set you free?

You need to think about
that little girl of yours.

You mention my daughter
one more time

and I will knock you
through that wall.

All right,
don't overexcite yourself.

(inhales)

(sighs)

Do you have
someone on the inside?

What?

You heard me.

You can't expect me to tell
you everything, Inspector Blake.

(scoffs)

Well, just so you know,
we're onto them.

(chuckles):
Yeah, course you are.

PC Murray is currently in
handcuffs, being interrogated.

Bloody idiot.

(thunder rumbling)

(sighs)

Bent coppers are a disgrace.

Yes, they are,
and I'm not one of them.

Really?

Why would I lie?

Well, I thought
that'd be obvious.

I don't feel well.

(exhales)

Tell me who you're working for.
Get a bucket or something.

I think I'm gonna be sick.
Tell me the truth!

I'm no bent copper!
That's the truth!

I need some water--
I don't feel right.

Are you gonna talk?

Or do I have to report
to Inspector Blake

that you're being uncooperative?

I need some water.

(door opens)

(thunder rumbling)

(door closes)

Please!

Izzy, what are you doing?

Looking for you.

The lines are still dead.

My nerves are
in tatters, Georgie.

All will be well,
I promise.

(exhales)

I've never seen the place
so empty.

It's strange,
sends a chill down me.

(breathes deeply)

Well,

just think.
(grunts)

Tomorrow, we'll be sat
in Baron's,

all dressed up
in our finest.

And you'll be
the prettiest girl in there.

(chuckles)

You're a lovely man,
George Willows.

It has been said.

Mostly by my mum.

You miss her, don't you?

What about your dad?

You don't talk
about him much.

(stammers)

He was a man of few words.

And what words he used
were never very nice,

especially about
my mum or my sister.

Does he know
she had a baby?

No idea.

I've not seen him
since Mum's funeral.

I don't even know
if he's alive.

Well, your sister's lucky
she's got you

to look after her
and the little 'un.

Sir.

We have a problem.

He just pulled up, sir.

(horse snorting)

You there!

Make yourself known.

(thunder rumbling)

I said,
make yourself known.

(footsteps retreating)

Come here! Stop!

♪ ♪

(hisses in breath)

COOPER:
Still dead, is it, son?

I'm not your son.

Suit yourself--
it's just a turn of phrase.

I do have a son,
as it goes.

A bit younger than you.

Logan.

Only he's in the nick.

Funnily enough,

it was your Miss Scarlet

what put him there.
My Miss Scarlet?

There's not much I don't know
about you, Inspector Blake.

Oh, just stop talking.

I wonder what
she'd think about you

risking your life
for no good reason.

Oh, there's a reason.

I want to see your face
when you hear a guilty verdict.

What, you think
a jury'll convict me?

12 good men and true?

(chuckling):
There's ways
of playing that game.

So why plan an escape,
then?

Call it an insurance policy.

But you still didn't answer
my question

about your lady detective.

♪ ♪

Eh, maybe I'll ask her meself
when I get out.

Oh, this when you threaten
to hurt her, is it?

Like you did my daughter?

Never touched your daughter.

But you still owe my man
at the club an apology.

Poor sod--
he's black and blue.

Don't hold your breath.

(door opens)

Sir, a horse and carriage
has pulled up outside.

The driver's abandoned it.

I'd put my fingers in your ears
if I were you, boys.

(whispering):
Bang, bang, bang.

(chuckles)

Do you think there's
explosives inside?

He could be bluffing.

But we can't take the risk.

(thunder claps)

(horse neighs)

Izzy, I want you
to go to the armory

and wait for me
to come find you.

Why the armory?

The doors are thick,
there's no windows.

What?
Izzy, please, just trust me.

But what about
PC Watkins?

I don't think he's
well enough to move.

I'll deal with him.

Go on, go.

Murray, get up.

I need to move you.

(grunts)

Please, I feel so sick.

Come on, on your feet.
I can't.

Come on, on your feet.
I can't.

(breathlessly): I can't.

(exhales)

There was something in that tea.

What are you talking about?

I was fine till I drank it.

I think she laced it
with something.

Who?

The girl from the switchboard.

(panting)

What?

♪ ♪

I passed out,
and when I woke up,

she was searching
through your jacket.

(gasping)

You're lying.

I swear I'm not--
she was in here.

You're lying!

I'm not!

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♪ ♪

Watkins?

Watkins.

When did you start
feeling ill?

Sir, I feel terrible.

Was it before or after
you drank the tea?

After.

Did you see Miss Summers
go into the interview room?

Sir, I still feel...

(shouts):
Just answer the question!

(softly):
Please.

(breathing slowly)

Yes, I did.

♪ ♪

COOPER (voiceover):
They won't just be coming
with guns, son.

Bit of dynamite?

Blow those gates open
like a bleeding doll's house.

(lock turning)

(gate creaking)

♪ ♪

COOPER (voiceover):
I'd put my fingers in your ears
if I were you, boys.

♪ ♪

BLAKE:
It's empty.

COOPER (voiceover):
Bang, bang, bang.

♪ ♪

(phone bell rings)

WOMAN (on phone):
Bow Street Station--
how may I direct your call?

♪ ♪

I was just on my way to tell
you, the phone lines are dead.

I've connected the cable
to Bow Street Station,

but there's nothing,
just a sort of hiss.

It's the same with Aldgate,
Southwark, Deptford.

I have to hand it to you,
Mr. Cooper...

♪ ♪

COOPER (softly):
Hurry up.

ISABEL:
I'm going as fast as I can.

COOPER (whispering):
Come on, come on, come on.

That's my girl.

(rifle cocks)

Georgie.

You work for him?

Please let me explain.

You stole the keys
from my jacket pocket.

Get down on the ground, now.

Take it easy, son.

Don't be waving
that gun around.

Look, she,
she's still sweet...

Shut your mouth
and get on the ground now!

All right-- all right.

(sighs)

(voice trembling):
I'm arresting you for
aiding an escape

from lawful custody.
Please, Georgie...

Detective Sergeant Willows.

Hands behind your back.

(sniffles)

(voice trembling):
I was planted here

a few months ago

by Mr. Cooper.

It wasn't for anything
specific, it was just

to get whatever information
I could.

Anything he could use.

(sniffles)
What about the plan

to break him out?

I'm so sorry.

I should never...

(sniffles)
I really did like you.

Inspector Blake asked you
a question, Miss Summers.

♪ ♪

(sniffles)

There were never
any men coming here.

Mr. Cooper used up all his money
organizing the riots.

It was a distraction
so I could help him escape.

BLAKE:
Were you aware
that he was responsible

for having the food
in the kitchen contaminated?

No.

No, I, I knew nothing of it.

But it was you
who drugged the tea.

That's what caused PC Watkins
and Murray to collapse.

And framed PC Murray
with some cock-and-bull story

about him being a convict.

(crying):
I really am sorry, Georgie.

May I be excused, sir?

(sniffles)

(sniffles)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(footsteps approaching)

BLAKE (sighs):
Mr. Cooper.

I have some good news.

I've just had word

you'll be transported
to Newgate within the hour.

Oh, and

when your case comes to court,

I've requested that the jury
are from out of town.

And kept under
constant supervision.

Call it an insurance policy.

(knocks)

(footsteps retreating)

(sighs)

(door closes)

♪ ♪

ISABEL (voiceover):
I didn't get your name.

Willows,
Detective Willows.

George Willows.

Nice to meet you,
Detective George Willows.

♪ ♪

(footsteps approaching)

Willows.

My letter
of resignation, sir.

No, I can't accept that.

I've let the force down,
I've let you down,

not to mention making
a complete fool of myself.

Resigning is not the answer.

Please.

(sighs)

There will be
an investigation

into what happened here
last night.

And I can't promise
it turns out well for you.

You may yet be dismissed.

But I will speak
on your behalf.

Sir...

You are a good detective
and I don't want to lose you.

And it wasn't just you
taken in by Miss Summers.

It was everyone.

Myself included.

Detective Willows.

You wouldn't be the first man
to have made a mistake

when it comes
to matters of the heart.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(laughing)

♪ ♪

ELIZA (voiceover):
How was your day?

BLAKE:
Rough.

Which is why I wanted
to see you.

Do you need my help?

No, I wanted to see you

because I wanted
to be with you, Eliza.

To take the sting
out of my day

by finishing it with you.

♪ ♪

Did that help?

Always.

Eliza.

I thought you might have left.

Actually,
I was just coming to see you

before I left for the train.

So, I saved you a trip?

You did.

May I come in?

I didn't sleep last night.

And I've had one of
the worst nights of my life.

It's not a competition,
Alexander.

Believe me,
if it was, I would win.

What happened?

Let's just say
I've had time to reflect

on the things that are
most important to me.

In fact, I've come
to several realizations.

The most important
of them is this.

For all your faults,

I love you, Eliza.

And I only hope
you love me, too.

Faults and all.

Of course I do.

♪ ♪

Can I just ask
what you meant by...

I will tell you everything
that happened last night

when you return from Paris.

No, I meant my faults.

What faults, exactly?

May I accompany you
to the station?

If you insist.

I do.

Oh.

You left this in my office
yesterday.

Yes, I wondered where that
had got to.

You deliberately left it,
didn't you?

So I'd have to return it.

Of course I did.

(chuckles)

(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.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

MISS SCOTT:
Given the two of you are now

romantically involved,

this will be the last time
you work together.

We'll be fine.

Yes, but my business
may not.

How do we investigate

the death of a government
minister discreetly?

CLARENCE: Oh, you think perhaps
he was murdered?

That's what we intend
to find out.

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