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Miss Eliza Scarlett.

Mr. Moses Valentine.

It's just Moses.

Brings you back from Paris.

I've been in town a few days.

An unexpected job came up.

I did come to see you when I first arrived, but you weren't here.

I was at the seaside, visiting a relative.

I know.

I spoke to Ivy.

Or should I say Mrs. Patts?

You see what happens when you go away.

I had dinner with them.

They seemed happy enough.

Although that man does not draw breath.

Barnabas does like to chat.

From your unexpected job?

Things have become difficult.

That's why you're here.

I take it it's no coincidence then that I

come home and you turn up a few minutes later.

I need your help.

I'm listening.

The inspector at Scalany Hard.

Blake, is it?

You trust him?

Why do you ask?

I've not had the best experience with the police,

but there are things I need to share with him.

Well, let's start with me first.

What's going on?

There's no time.

He'll be here any minute.

What do you mean?

I'm in trouble, Eliza.

I need him to vouch for me.

Do you trust him?

Yes or no?

Alexander.

Evening.

I was working late when I got your telegram.

Is everything all right?

I didn't send you a telegram.

What?

I did.

I moved to Paris a while back to work for a

private detective by the name of Patrick Nash.

You know him?

Only by reputation.

Somewhat chequered one as I understand it.

I helped him set things up in Paris, but the deal was I'd go out on my own

after a couple of years and set up my own agency.

And that's what I did.

It's a big city.

There was room for both of us.

I take it you know what happened to Patrick when he returned to London.

I do.

Last I heard, he was released from prison

and had a one-way ticket out of London docks.

I don't know where he was headed.

Yes, you do.

You can trust Inspector Blake.

He was meant to sail to Australia, but he changed his mind and knew it.

He stopped off in Madagascar for a while, then Hong

Kong, then Singapore where he was running a casino.

Of course he was.

He'd send me postcards.

He'd never say who they were from, but I knew it was him.

Things went quiet for a while, until a week ago.

He wrote to me again, said he had a job for me in London.

And there was someone he wanted me to meet.

Venezuela.

Interesting.

My name.

Mr Nash said to expect a visitor.

That'll be me.

Would you kindly confirm your name?

You know who I am.

I know who I am expecting, but given that we have

never met, you could be anybody's name, please.

Moses.

Can you prove it?

Can I what?

Due to the nature of the task we have been asked

to perform, I'm duty-bound to check your identity.

He said you'd be like this.

If Clarence starts being irritating, tell him you know where he hid the McKenna file.

Where did I hide the McKenna file?

77B... Dickinson Square.

I can't believe he told you that.

Very well.

Would you like me to prove my identity?

Just tell me the job.

Fine.

As you may be aware, Mr Nash has been travelling

the globe in such a business opportunities.

His travels have taken him far and wide, and he now finds himself in Venezuela,

where he is running a diamond mine.

A diamond mine?

At first it seemed that it would be a waste of time.

The only thing they dug up was rock and clay.

But after much back-breaking work, they found a huge uncut stone,

estimated to be nearly 100 carats.

A 100 carat diamond?

And he's bringing it to London?

Mr Nash decided it would not be in his best interest to come in person.

You may be aware of the unfortunate circumstances

involving a Lord Campbell and a certain Dylan Cooper.

One wants to put him in jail, the other wants to kill him.

Precisely.

So the diamond is being brought over by a third party.

And who might that be?

I'll tell you on the way.

Come along.

Apparently Mr Nash has a business partner who owns the other half of the mine.

This partner is coming on a ship that docks in London this very day.

With the stone?

With the stone.

We are to go to the diamond merchants of Hadengard

tomorrow and sell it to the highest bidder.

I'm to arrange the financial side of the deal, and you are to provide security.

And as such, I will need you to present me with a detailed overview of your plan.

Who put you in charge?

Mr Nash.

Show me what he said.

Yeah, but he didn't actually say it, but he implied it.

All right, fine, well, I assumed it.

If that diamond is a hundred carats, there is going to be

a lot of interest, and not just from legitimate buyers.

It's going to be dangerous.

Very dangerous.

Which is why we need a detailed plan and one person in charge.

And that should be you.

Well, I'm no stranger to this kind of thing.

You're an accountant.

My role has expanded in the past few years, not

just with Mr Nash, but with Miss Scarlet, too.

I now offer a broad range of services.

Oh, really?

Yes, really.

These days I know the streets as well as the balance sheets.

Hello?

Excuse me, hello?

Hello?

Hi.

Hi.

Where are we headed?

What's that for?

It's for Mr Nash's business partner, so he can find us.

You don't know what he looks like?

There was no description in the letter, in case it was intercepted.

Mr Nash asked me to wear this handkerchief

in my pocket, so that I could be identified.

I just wish he'd chosen a more salubrious venue.

It's a good place to meet.

People here mind their own business.

Well, this pub has a notorious reputation.

Not a problem for a man who knows the streets and the balance sheets.

Are you mocking me?

Yes.

Never mind.

How much do you think it's worth, this time on?

It depends on the colour and the clarity, but my guess is several tens of thousands.

This business partner of Nash, he's bringing it over on his own.

That's gee-week sailing if he's on a steamship,

stopping off in different ports along the way.

That's a lot of trust.

Mr Nash knows what he's doing.

Fix his partners with care.

He wouldn't go into business with someone unless

he was sure of exactly what they were capable of.

Mr Pettigrew, Mr Valentine!

Mr Valentine!

Is that Mr Pettigrew or Mr Valentine?

Oh, there you are!

Oh, thank goodness!

Oh, excuse me.

Thank you.

Sit down.

Sit down.

I'm so glad I found you.

Oh, my heart is beating away.

I wasn't sure whether you'd been here.

Are you Patrick's business partner?

Guilty as charged, Florence Dodd.

Pleased to meet you.

You didn't have to shout out our names.

You could have just looked for this.

Oh, I completely forgot.

Sorry.

My nerves are shot to bits.

Three weeks on board boat with a hundred carat diamond.

Keep your voice down!

I'm sorry.

Sorry, yes.

Patrick's always telling me that.

I just keep forgetting.

Memory like a sieve.

Just in case there's some horrible coincidence, we are

talking about Patrick Nash, not some other man called Patrick.

Oh, yes.

Of course, Patrick Nash.

We've been in business together since Arthur died.

Arthur?

My late husband.

He owned this diamond mine.

Passed away last June.

That's why I'm dressed like this.

I'm still in mourning.

But Patrick... Patrick's been so kind.

He's offered to help me run the mine and take care of everything.

Yes, I can imagine.

Is it in the bag?

Don't be so daft as if I come into a pub like this with an uncut diamond in my bag.

Where is it?

It's in my hand luggage.

And where is your hand luggage?

Outside, in the cab.

No, no, no.

It's okay.

I've asked the driver to keep an eye on it.

It's all right.

Sorry.

Tell me it's still in there.

It's all right.

It is.

They're with me.

Thank you for waiting.

Here you go.

See?

No harm done.

You need to be more discreet, Mrs. Darts.

Florence, please.

So, what's the plan?

I'm sorry, sorry.

What's the plan?

We have to stay with Mr. Pettigrew tonight.

Then, in the morning, we'll look for a buyer.

Staying at your place?

I hope you're going to be on your best behaviour.

I assure you, madam, we will be quite safe.

What a lovely place, Clarence.

Can I call you Clarence?

If you must.

You can stay in the spare room at the back.

Look at all these beautiful things.

What's this?

Oh, that is an arithmometer.

It's a mechanical calculating device.

That's an original, made by Thomas de Colmar.

Very nice.

Yes, please, don't touch it.

Sorry, sorry.

Oh, you remind me of my late husband.

He liked everything arranged just so.

Till his eyesight started to go poor old Sol.

Still, he had a good innings.

86 when he popped his clogs.

Wait.

In the back, you say?

Yes, yes.

She's a liability.

She's not the most discreet courier I've ever met.

I suspect she and Mr Nash may have more than just a business arrangement.

Oh, you think so?

I'll take the diamond somewhere else tonight.

Just to be on the safe side.

Well, the jewellers open at nine o'clock at Hatton Gardens.

Supposed to be here by eight.

I'll be here by seven.

What are you doing?

I said, what I...

Who are you?

Damn it!

Damn it!

There's a hole in my office wall.

They came through the empty building on the other side.

I ran round, but by the time I got there, they'd gone.

I spent all night looking for them.

But no luck.

Is that why you've called me here?

To report the theft of the diamond?

There's a lot more to it than that.

Clarence?

They ransacked the place.

I tried to tell them the diamond wasn't here.

I think they believed me eventually.

What time was this?

Just after midnight.

So they come here first, then found me.

You tell them where I was?

Absolutely not.

I didn't say a thing.

It's too terrifying to utter a word.

They must have been following us.

Did you see anyone follow you when you got off the boat?

I am not an idiot.

I talk to no one.

Apart from Cornelius, but he wouldn't hurt a fly.

Cornelius?

Another passenger.

We got talking one day on the promenade deck.

Three weeks is a long time.

I was bored out of my mind.

What did you talk about?

Him mostly.

He was a lovely man from Amsterdam.

Oh.

The men who tied us up had accents I could have sworn they were Dutch.

When did you last speak to this Cornelius?

We said goodbye when the boat docked in London.

His brother was waiting for him.

He was a funny fellow at all, with an eye patch.

That's the man I saw.

The man who no doubt now has our diamond.

It is not my fault.

Yes, it is.

I'm getting dressed.

A one-eyed Dutchman shouldn't be too hard to find.

The diamond is uncut, so the thieves will most

likely seek an expert to help them value it.

Someone who bridges the gap between the legitimate

and the less legitimate sides of the jewelry business.

And I know just the man.

As do I.

With respect, you have been out of London for some time.

I still know of people in the diamond trade.

Oh.

Such as?

Anton Leico.

In prison.

Harry Stein.

In America.

George Cain.

In prison.

In America.

Have you seen my veil?

That dress draws too much attention.

You have to wear something else.

I'm supposed to be in mourning.

Surely you have something a little less conspicuous to wear.

And you're sure that's the most inconspicuous dress you have?

How many times?

Yes.

Where are we going?

To see my friend Mr. Zakhov.

He'll be able to help us.

I still don't understand why we just don't go to the police.

I'm sure you went through this with Mr. Nash.

If we declare the import of a valuable item such as a diamond,

that valuable item will be liable to Custom and Excise duty.

We'll tell the police we get less money.

Why didn't he just say that?

I don't think Mr. Valentine likes you.

It's just Moses.

Poor nothing.

If you just let me explain a little more, Mr. Zakhov.

I'm busy.

I have customers.

It's an uncut diamond from Venezuela.

Is she with you?

No, no, no.

That won't do at all.

It makes your neck look fat.

I'm afraid so, yes.

We believe it to be in the region of 100 carats.

She's upsetting my customers.

Why don't you try something that doesn't make your skin look so blotchy?

Madam!

If you're not buying anything, then please leave.

Why is he staring at me?

He does that sometimes.

If I could leave you my calling card, then

perhaps you could contact me if you hear anything.

I want all three of you out of my shop.

Now.

He knows something.

If he knew something, he would have told me.

He's lying.

I can see it in his eyes.

So what do we do now?

Leave this with me.

I'll see you at the office.

You hungry?

It's perfect, Lady Jenkins.

It brings out the color in your eyes.

And might I also suggest...

No, no, no, no, no, no!

They can't be in here.

It's cold outside.

They've come in here to eat.

There might be some time.

There's a lot to get through.

Lady Jenkins, Lady Jenkins, please!

Go, go after them.

Tell them to leave.

Now!

I could ask them, I suppose.

If you tell me about that diamond... I told you I haven't heard of it.

Then I'll bring them back here every day for breakfast.

Lunch and dinner.

They've got plenty of friends, too.

All right, fine.

I did hear something.

Half the jewelers in London know about that stone.

They're all on the lookout for it.

Our friend Mr. Zacko didn't know where it was or who was it.

But he told me one thing.

And it's troubling.

What?

He's known about it for weeks.

Weeks?

When he got off the boat yesterday?

He said he first heard about the diamond coming to London.

On March 27th.

His mother's birthday.

That's how I remember it.

That's the day I got on board the ship.

There are telegraph wires all across the Caribbean and the Atlantic.

The message could have been sent to London in seconds.

Who else knew where you were coming to London apart from Nash?

For the last time, no one.

Look, I don't know what's going on either.

I wish I never got involved in any of this.

Oh, I need some air.

Do you trust her?

No.

We spent the rest of the day going round every jewel and diamond trader in London.

They'd all heard of it.

But none of them had seen it.

Moses.

Your hand.

It's nothing.

Let me see.

He's cleaning in a fresh bandage.

It's nothing.

If you bleed on that rug, you'll have ivy to deal with.

Or worse, barnagas pots.

Very well.

If he moans about me, arrest him.

Is this why you ordered me to leave?

And tell me she doesn't need this kind of trouble?

Why would I do that?

Just a guess.

Based on past experience.

From what I hear, you've helped her out a number of times over the years.

She talks to you often.

The good things, I hope?

Mostly.

How is she?

I believe business is going well.

She has many cases, not just from Scotland Yard.

I meant...

Is she happy?

I'm not the best person to ask.

Yes, you are.

I have eyes.

But I'm a man who keeps his observations to himself.

Thank you.

Yes, she's happy.

At least I hope she is.

Here we are.

Not only bandages, but a tincture of iodine.

One of the benefits of living with Barnabas Pots.

The medicine cupboard is always well-stocked.

Here we are.

We spent all day asking around about the diamond, but we didn't learn anything new.

So we went back to Clarence's lodgings.

That's when things went from bad to really bad.

I'm going to lie down.

I'll make you some food.

You can cook?

I used to work in the kitchen in prison.

I was either that or hard labour.

Oh my God.

What is it?

Surely Mr Nash told you I spent time in prison.

Cornelius.

The money met on the ship.

He's got something in his hand.

That's the dead body.

He's in my lodging room.

This is bad.

This is very bad.

Why would they kill him and leave the diamond?

Because they're trying to free him us.

Is there a back entrance to the building?

Yes, why?

We need to go.

Now!

This place will do for tonight.

I know the landlord.

He'll keep his mouth shut.

If I owned this place, there were rats on the stairs.

I don't know what's worse, the fact that I'm now a fugitive or that I'm about to

sleep the night in a room infested with my worst nightmare.

What is going on?

And do not insult us by saying you don't know.

I'm no widow.

Patrick Nash and I met at the horse races in Singapore.

We hit it off immediately.

We're both very good at parting rich people from their money.

You're a confidence trickster.

I'm a businesswoman.

Patrick and I teamed up together and we travelled the world.

We ended up in Venezuela, where he won the diamond mine in a game of cards.

With the owner, he couldn't wait to get it off his hands.

He hadn't found anything for years.

I thought it was a waste of time, but Patrick, he stuck in it.

And six months later, we dug up a hundred carat diamond.

The luck of the Irish.

The plan was to get on the next boat to London

and sell it, but words started to spread.

Whole area full of diamond hunters, including the gang from Amsterdam.

They may have robbed us.

We knew someone would tell them, so we hatched a plan.

Two diamonds.

One real.

And one fake.

This is the fake.

A skilled dealer could tell the difference, but only under close examination.

To the naked eye, it looks completely real.

So after they robbed us, the gang must have spotted it

was a fake and killed this Cornelius as a punishment.

On the boat over, I let Cornelius see this fake one in my bag.

Accidentally on purpose type thing.

I needed to look stupid enough to do something

like that, so hence the Merry Widow Act.

When the boat docked in London, he pointed me out to his mate with the

eyepatch, and I knew they would rob me at some point.

So where is the real diamond?

I gave it to Edmund.

Who's Edmund?

He was posing as the cab driver.

He met me off the boat.

It's alright.

Get with me.

I kept the fake diamond in my hand luggage

and slipped the real one into Edmund's hand.

See?

No harm done.

The plan was for Edmund to lay low for a few days until the coast was clear.

We thought by the time the Dutch gang had got back to

Amsterdam, realised it was a fake, well, we'd be long gone.

So why didn't you tell us what your plan was from the beginning?

Patrick thought the fewer who knew, the better.

So if this Edmund has the real diamond, where is he now?

He was meant to send me a telegram of where

and when to meet, but I haven't heard from him.

And you've no idea how to contact him?

Not a clue.

This Edmund wasn't really a cab driver.

Florence knew he rented a horse and carriage,

so we went round every cab rank near the docks.

After a couple of hours, we found a cabbie who shared some information with us.

After some financial persuasion from Clarence.

Some hefty financial persuasion.

I bet Clarence wasn't happy about that.

No, he was not.

So what did this cab driver tell you?

That he loaned his ride to a man matching the description of Edmund.

He said when Edmund returned the carriage, he asked the cab

driver to drop him at a pub called the Fisherman's Friend.

A pub with lodging rooms above it.

Well?

The landlady said he left early this morning.

Something must have happened.

Edmund would only divert from the plan if he was being followed.

I double-crossed you.

I have an idea.

Edmund would never double-cross me.

For this kind of money, anyone would.

So my idea... You don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Valentine.

I know enough.

He's my father.

Didn't know that, did you?

Does anyone want to hear my idea or not?

What?

You said he meant to send you a telegram.

You two head back.

I'll investigate.

Sorry.

If I've been straight with you from the beginning,

we could have come up with a contingency plan.

Yes, we could.

Patrick said I could trust you.

But I hadn't met you, so I couldn't be sure you would have done exactly the same.

Patrick Nash doesn't trust anyone.

Not even his sons.

But he trusts you and Clarence.

And her.

Her?

Eliza Scarlett.

What's she like?

He goes on about her so much, about how clever she is.

Is she very beautiful?

She's just Eliza.

Nationally, Eliza are good friends.

Nothing more.

Thank you.

Moses.

Edmund sent a telegram to the office.

It was signed for by a tall gentleman with an eye pouch.

What did the message say?

Grenville Street Market, five o'clock.

So we know where to meet him.

Problem is, so do they.

Grenville Street Market is a stone's throw away from Hatton Garden.

It's a busy area, a good place to meet and hand over the diamond.

My father's a clever man.

He's a dead man if we don't get to him first.

Our Dutch friends will be waiting for him too.

We five hours before the meet.

Any suggestions on how we get the diamond, save

Edmund's life, whilst avoid being killed ourselves?

First things first.

We need to blend in.

And be less... Conspicuous.

Clarence?

How much money have you got left?

You have it?

This all happened today?

The Dutch gang were arrested and taken to Bow Street.

Where's Clarence?

At a boarding house with Florence and her father.

He can't go home.

There's a secret room in the basement.

It's a small matter of a dead body that was found in his jeans.

Which is why he sent for me?

I need you to vote for him.

And for me.

And what of the diamond?

You sold it.

A Saturn Paris sold from Paris.

And a fan made from the finest lace.

And perhaps one of those little French poodles.

So sweet.

And definitely a new hat and gloves.

Silk, of course.

And a carriage.

My own driver, obviously.

And a telephone for Patrick.

He knows all about them.

And you?

What will you spend your cut on?

This and that.

What does that mean?

It means what it means.

Patrick was right.

You're a man of few words.

Words get you into trouble.

Well?

How much?

I warn you, we will go elsewhere if you insult

us with anything less than its market value.

It's a fig.

It's a good job for Nash that he is three thousand miles away.

When I get a hold of him.

And Clarence isn't happy either.

He spent a fortune on bribes, marring in dresses and hiring actresses to wear them.

Why would Nash give you another fake diamond?

Maybe there never was a diamond.

Maybe someone swapped the real one for a fake on the boat.

Either way, it's been a waste of time.

Gosh.

I wish I had known all about this.

Especially what happened with Clarence, but of course I've been away at the seaside.

Southampton is very pretty this time of year.

Full of visitors, so I was lucky really to

find a small but clean hotel with a sea view.

I took in the air.

Walked the length of the pier.

Then went to the port to watch the arrival of a steamship.

It has just crossed the Atlantic from Caracas.

And Venezuela.

There are

two ships that arrive from that part of the world each week.

One goes to London.

The other to Southampton.

Which is where I met Patrick Nash.

And that's when he gave me this.

A hundred carat diamond.

With legal documentation.

And full provenance.

I'll be going to Haddon Garden tomorrow to sell

it on behalf of Patrick and his business partner.

They will take the lion's share.

But Clarence, myself, and of course you, Moses, will receive a large fee.

Patrick asked me to apologize on his behalf at the deception we said you'd understand.

Only when I see the money.

I'd be most grateful if you would accompany me to Haddon Garden tomorrow.

I'll have to check my diary.

You are astonishing.

She is indeed.

Thank you.

I think.

To Patrick Nash.

Patrick Nash!

Well, that'll have to be fixed.

Or we could buy the premises next door and knock through.

Please, Eliza, let's not make any rash decisions.

I've had enough excitement to last me a lifetime.

I got a boat to catch.

I'll see you out.

Moses.

It's been a pleasure to work with you.

Likewise, Clarence.

Any message to Patrick when I see him?

Oh, I've plenty to say to Patrick Nash.

But for now...

just in my regards.

Wish you could stay a while longer.

We've hardly had time to talk.

Do you ever tell me anything?

I'm going back to Paris to be with my wife.

She's expecting a baby, and indeed, that's why I gave her a drink.

You have a wife and a baby on the way.

Why have you not told me this before?

You never asked.

You're going to need me.

This is where to find me.

Careful with it.

Our people would pay good money for that information.

Right.

Miss Scarlett.

Mr. Ballantyne.

Eliza.

I was about to flake.

Just in time for a glass of champagne.

I can't stop for long.

The Dutch police are on their way.

Apparently the thieves are wanted in connection with the whole raft of other

crimes in Amsterdam, as well as the murder of their colleague Keir.

Even more reason for a glass of champagne.

What?

I assume the elderly aunt you were supposedly visiting doesn't exist.

You assume correctly.

Don't you trust me?

Of course I do.

Then why lie?

Applying confidentiality.

We're all people who should understand that.

That champagne is getting flat.

Come on.