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Hello?

Who's there?

Alexander?

What are you doing here?

I received an urgent note to
come to this address.

As did I.

Condemned Asylum.

I can think of nicer places
to meet.

Welcome to my office.

Miss Scarlet. Inspector Blake.

I do appreciate
your punctuality.

Miss Scott?

Oh, yes, that's what you
call me, isn't it?

I use so many names,
it's hard to keep track.

Oh. I do apologize for
the surroundings.

What they lack in comfort,
they make up for in discretion.

You've summoned us here on
government business?

Please.

As you know, my department deals
with international espionage,

not murder investigations.

You will have read about
the death of Sir Joseph Milner,

Under Secretary at
the Foreign Office.

On the face of it, there are no
suspicious circumstances,

but... Sir Joseph spent much of
his time

moving between
the foreign embassies.

So, I am duty bound to make sure
there was no foul play.

Your assistance in this matter

will of course be rewarded

with a generous increase in
manpower and resources

in your next budget review.

And for you, Miss Scarlet, shall
we say, uh...

double your usual fee?

In return, I want a full written
report on the circumstances

of Sir Joseph's death.
For my eyes only, of course.

This investigation is strictly
off the books.

Do whatever you need to do,
just, um...

be discreet. Hmm.

Oh.

There is one more thing.

That unpleasant business of
the young lady

caught spying around
Scotland Yard

means there will be some changes
coming down the line.

All officers will be made to
sign a declaration of interest,

outlining any relationship
with those they deal with

in the line of duty.

So...

given the two of you are now...

romantically involved...

this will be the last time
you work together.

Hmm.

Drink?

Make it a double.

We knew we couldn't keep it
quiet forever.

We'll be fine.

Yes, but my business may not.

Losing Scotland Yard as
a client...

And there I was thinking you
were worried about us.

I'm teasing you, Eliza.

Well, don't. You know I don't
like it.

I know how hard you've worked to
build your business.

I really am sorry.

I know you are.

To our last case.

Our last case.

Whatever the future brings,
you will prevail.

And if you don't, you can always
blame me.

Thank you, Inspector Blake,
I appreciate it.

Well, if this is to be our last
case, we'd better make it count.

How do we investigate the death

of a government minister
discreetly?

We tread carefully and use
people we can trust.

I trust Clarence with my life,
as well as my ledgers.

And someone else comes
to mind too.

Sir Joseph Milner was a senior
minister at the Foreign Office.

Right-hand man to
the Foreign Secretary.

Yes, I read about him.
He died from a hunting accident?

The official story is he fell
from his horse, cut his leg.

The wound got infected,
he developed a fever,

dying a few days later.

Official story?

That's not what happened?

That's what we intend to
find out.

Oh, you think perhaps
he was murdered?

What makes you think that?

Well, we can't go into detail.

Not yet at least.

Sir Joseph mixed
at the highest levels

of Parliament, Whitehall,
any number of foreign embassies.

We cannot simply turn up
and start asking questions.

Which is why we'll have a cover.

We'll say we're investigating
a spate of street thefts

in Westminster and Mayfair.

My father did this once
when his prime suspect

was from a powerful family.

And it worked?

With a little help from me.

The area of our bogus street
thefts will include Park Lane,

where Sir Joseph lived,

as well as the government
offices in Whitehall

and the embassies he frequented.

We need you to poke around in
the areas that require...

well, less conventional methods.

Myself and Inspector Blake
will deal with

the face-to-face interviews,

gaining access to the premises

to see what we can
learn about Sir Joseph.

And to avoid suspicion,
we'll have an increased

uniform presence on the streets,

just as we would in
a genuine investigation.

So, this is to stay strictly
between the four of us?

Five. I have a man
on the inside.

The robberies took place in
Mayfair and Westminster,

so, there'll be extra patrols
on the street.

Anyone who looks suspicious
or anyone

you think might have seen
something,

pull them over and see what

they have to say.

I have a question, sir.

I haven't heard anything
about these robberies.

Uh, me neither. Where are
the incident reports?

There's a backlog
in the clerical office.

No doubt the incident reports

are being processed as we speak.

And those two case files
you wanted.

- Thanks, Ma'am.
- Thank you.

Do you have a moment,
Mrs. Potts?

Of course, Detective Willows.

I need some incident reports.

Oh, if you just give me
the reference numbers,

I can find them for you
right away.

It... it's a...

It's a little more complicated
than that.

A delicate matter that requires
the utmost discretion.

Ladies, listen up.

There's been a spate of
street thefts...

and Detective Willows is making
this a top priority.

So, we need to stop
what we are doing

and type up the incident
reports right away.

-Yes, Ma'am.
- Yes, Ma'am.

There's nothing down
this road here.

You didn't see anything, Sir?

No. Nothing.

That's fine. Thank you.

I have heard of no robberies
on this street.

It was mostly in
the neighboring area.

But the Metropolitan Police
like to be thorough.

In truth, it is no surprise that
I have heard nothing.

My employer died last week,

and I have barely left
this house.

There is so much to do.

I am very sorry to hear that,
Sir.

It was a shock to
the entire staff.

Sir Joseph was a good man.

This particular gang likes to
target wealthy gentlemen

and follow them to
their residence.

Such evil in this world.

I couldn't agree more,
Mr. Lawrence.

Perhaps you could summarize
Sir Joseph's daily routine,

in the event the thieves had
been following him?

Sir Joseph would...

go to Whitehall to work, and...

then to various embassies
around the city.

He would come back late with...

With?

He enjoyed the company
of ladies.

That is all I shall say.

I visited at least a dozen
of the embassies,

but could find nothing of
interest about Sir Joseph.

He seemed affable enough.

What did they say?

Quiet. Well mannered.

Not given to voicing
strong opinions.

- He was a politician.
- Well, exactly.

His butler said much the same,

although there was one thing
of interest.

Apparently, Sir Joseph
liked female company.

Lovers or ladies of the night?

He wouldn't say.
I tried to press him,

but he wouldn't give details.

Oh. He may wish to preserve
his reputation.

No one wants a butler
who gossips.

No, it was something else.

Something I can't put
my finger on.

What?

Nothing.

What?

I'll miss this.

Us working together.

So, you were saying?

We need to see the coroner's
report into Sir Joseph's death.

I can't request a file from
the mortuary.

It would cause suspicion.

We need someone there
we can trust.

I trust Barnabus Potts.

But he's adamant he won't return
to work until Mr. Wormsley

has apologized.

God knows Ivy's tried.

There is no one else who might
persuade him?

Perhaps Mr. Potts isn't the one
who needs persuading.

Mr. Wormsley?

Yes?

So good to finally meet you.

Although I feel like
I know you already.

I've been asking around
about you

and learned a great deal...

where you go... what you do...
who you meet.

It's all down here.

A complete list of everything
you've been up to.

Perhaps Mrs. Wormsley might be
interested in a copy too?

What do you want?

I want to talk to you about
a friend of mine.

Oh, what a muddle indeed.

Mr. Potts.

It is grand to see you back.

Ah. It is good to be back,
Detective Willows!

Mr. Wormsley's change of
heart was most unexpected.

But to his credit,
he apologized...

several times, in fact,
most profusely.

He insisted I return to work
immediately

and, uh, practically dragged me
from the house.

And I know why.

You do?

The place is in total disarray

and in need of urgent attention.

But as I always say...

The world is going to hell
in a handcart.

If you want something doing,
ask a busy person. I just...

Well, it is lucky for me that
you're here, Mr. Potts,

because there's a coroner's
report I need to see.

Uh, the deceased in question...

well... let's just say
it's a confidential matter,

and one that demands
your utmost discretion.

I got your message. This him?

He's been delivering coal
to Sir Joseph's house

twice a week for the past
three years.

I thought he could give us
some insight

into the minister's domestic
staff.

This gentleman, for want
of a better word,

has a criminal record
for assault.

He broke a man's arm
in an arm-wrestling match.

Well, he's a big man.

He didn't win. He lost.

That's why he broke his
opponent's arm.

But he failed to declare
his criminal record

when he took a job
delivering coal

to a government minister.

So, I thought it could give us
useful leverage

when we question him.

A man like that won't take too
kindly to leverage.

Well... hmm.

Just to confirm,
should this turn

into a physical confrontation,

that is very much
your department, not mine.

Leave it with me.

Last match, gentlemen.

Last match.
-Shut up,

it's about to start.

-Come on, come on.
- Thank you.

- Ahh!
- Argh!

I am no match for you,
my friend.

Drink?

That would be most welcome.

Mrs. Potts.

I just wanted to thank you
for your assistance

and for your discretion.

Oh, it's my pleasure,
Detective Willows.

In all honestly,
I quite enjoyed it.

Oh, while you're here,
the applicants

for new Officer Manager,
they need security clearance.

The powers that be are being
extra cautious

after what happened with
Miss Summers.

Oh, I am sorry.
That was insensitive of me.

No.

I'm the one
who should apologize.

I should have seen through her.

No. You weren't the only one
taken in by her.

It wasn't your fault.

Well, let's hope
the disciplinary board agree.

You're one of the best officers
we have, Detective Willows.

I'm sure they'll see that.

Thank you, Mrs. Potts.

So, here's what we know.

Sir Joseph liked the women.

And his butler
is slightly shifty.

Is that it?

I'm afraid so.

Although I could also add that
you look beautiful today.

Today?

So, not yesterday?

Has anyone ever told you,
you can be rather demanding?

Constantly.

Oh, please tell us
you have something.

I spoke to the man who delivers
the coal to Sir Joseph's house.

After a few drinks,
he got loose lipped.

Told me there's a butler there,
a Mr. Lawrence.

I spoke to him today.

Apparently, none of the other
servants like him.

Rumor has it, Sir Joseph
accused him of theft

and planned to dismiss him.

But then... the minister upped
and croaked it.

And there's something else?

Even though he lives in
the servants' quarters,

Mr. Lawrence rents a lodging
room in Whitechapel.

Do you have the address?

Of course he does.

Mr. Lawrence?

Ladies first.

Thank you, Inspector Blake.

Mr. Lawrence?

- How is he?
- The doctor isn't sure

what's wrong with him.

He has a fever,
breathing problems

and muscle spasms in
his neck and jaw.

Sounds like tetanus.

They're considering it.

They can't see any wounds
on his body

that would trigger
the infection.

Miss Scarlet? Sir?

I have the coroner's report on
Sir Joseph.

It's believed that the cut he
sustained falling from his horse

may have caused an infection.

The cause of death was given as
cardiac arrest,

it's likely due to tetanus.

Sir Joseph and his butler both
were suspected tetanus.

A bit odd, doesn't it,
given that it's not infectious?

Odd and unlikely.

Mr. Potts said there was
something else

that caused those symptoms.

Strychnine poisoning.

Mr. Wormsley was most keen
to hear all about my ideas

for improving the mortuary.

I must say he's a changed man.

Oh, it's good indeed to be back.

But alas... I shall have to
withdraw my application

to be Office Manager
at Scotland Yard.

I am so sorry to disappoint you,
my jewel,

I know how much you were
relishing us working together.

Scotland Yard's loss

is the mortuary's gain,
Barnabus.

Thank you, my beloved.

Thank you.

Right. I have an extremely long
to-do list.

This great city of ours seems to
increase its supply of the dead

each and every day.
But as I always say...

If you want something doing,
ask a busy person?

No. The world is going to hell
in a handcart.

It's nice to have my happy
Barnabus back again.

Now we just need to work on you.

I'm fine.

Then why does your face
tell me otherwise?

You've been very quiet.

There are changes coming
at Scotland Yard.

Inspector Blake will have to
declare our relationship,

and we will no longer be able
to work together.

Well, I suppose it couldn't stay
secret forever.

Yes, but losing Scotland Yard as
a client will be a loss indeed.

- When you were a little girl...
- Please don't say it.

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

When I was a little girl,
I had a similar problem.

I overcame that problem
and learned a lesson

I can use as an adult.

I wasn't gonna say that.

Yes, you were.

How many formative experiences
can one child have?

I wish you were still a child.

I'd put you over my knee for
being so rude.

You know, a gentleman covers
his mouth when he yawns?

A gentleman doesn't stay up all
night doing background checks.

What did you find?

Nothing.

All Sir Joseph's
household staff were clean.

I'm getting too old for this.

Are you taking a nap... in here?

Yes.

If you stop talking.

This is a place of work.
Not a lodging house.

Ah-ha!

I think I've found something!

Just before he died,

a large transfer of money
was made

from Sir Joseph's bank account

to a small German bank
in the city.

We need to find out who this
bank account belongs to.

Come along.

No time to rest.

Hurry up.

It was here Mr Lawrence
collapsed.

So, I would wager it was poison.

Someone would use strychnine

as their poison of choice.

I imagine they'd put it
in food or drink.

Hmm. Question is...

who would want to poison
the butler and his employer?

I almost told Sophia about us
last night.

Almost?

I'd like to do it together.

Hmm.

I hope she takes it well.

She's certainly very fond
of you.

She thinks you're funny.

Funny? As in odd?

Funny as in amusing.

Although you are a little odd.

Thank you.

Alexander?

That's an awful lot of watches
for one man.

Especially for someone on
a butler's wage.

What's this?

Calling cards.

Countess Polcheck.

Russian Embassy.

There has been a recent
spate of robberies in the area,

Ambassador Polchek.

I have heard nothing of these
robberies of which you speak.

The thieves have been targeting
ladies mostly,

which is why Miss Scarlet
is helping Scotland Yard

with our inquiries.

During our investigations,
we were able to recover

some of the stolen items.

One of which is this
silver card holder

belonging to Countess Polcheck.

Is she a relative of yours?

She is my wife.

But I have no knowledge of
her being robbed.

Well, perhaps we could
speak to her?

She is not here.

Do you know when she'll be back?

My wife and I...

we have parted ways.

She has returned to Russia.

That is all I wish to say
on the matter.

It's not our intention to
cause you

embarrassment or distress, Sir.

But could you give us a sense of
your wife's movements

in the last few weeks?

I suppose if I don't tell you,

some gossiping servant will.

She had been seeing a lover.

Sir Joseph Milner.

I can only assume that
the calling cards

were stolen from his residence.

You are aware that Sir Joseph
passed away last week?

I am.

And for full disclosure,

I did visit him a few days
before he died.

I was going to warn him
to stay away from my wife.

But... when I arrived,

he was outside his house

in the middle of some kind of...
argument.

What kind of argument?

He was on the street
with two men.

They seemed frustrated with him.

One started shouting.

I couldn't understand what they
were saying.

It was not in English.

What language was it?

It was... I believe, German.

Name and address
of the account holder

that Sir Joseph made
payments to.

How did you get that?

Through charm and charisma.

Alright, fine,
I bribed the teller.

And the account belongs to
a Mr. Klaus Lang.

And he's been visiting
the bank every week

to withdraw one hundred pounds
on each visit.

Always on the same day.
Always at the same time.

And always with an associate.

So, um, you pay
a visit to this address,

I shall head back to the office
to carry on

digging into Sir Joseph's
finances.

What?

Nothin'.

You... you're impressed,
aren't you?

I can tell.

Perhaps.

Yes!

Sir Joseph did not pay well.

I've no regrets about stealing
from him.

One of the items you stole
was a silver case

containing the calling cards of
the Russian Ambassador's wife.

She left her bag at the house
one evening.

You are aware they were having
an affair?

Of course. She wasn't the first.

Believe me.

What of these two German men
Sir Joseph was arguing with

the day before he died?

I was not there.
It was my day off.

Talk us through the hours before
you became ill.

Everything you did.

I...finished work about
nine o'clock,

then... went back to my
lodging room.

I needed some money
that I'd kept there.

I rested a while, smoked a pipe.

Then, the next thing I remember
I was gasping for breath

and everything went black.

Where did you get the tobacco
from?

It's from a pouch I stole from
Sir Joseph.

Mr. Potts... Barnabus.

I'm here because I have
a theory,

and I'm in need of your advice.
- Well...

And yes, I am aware that
I have not given

twenty-four hours notice
of my arrival.

- Aah...
- And yes, I am aware

that there is a strict protocol
but...

Oh, protocol be damned!

You are always welcome here,
Eliza!

Come in!

Come in!

Uh, strychnine would usually be
found in the stomach

and intestines of a cadaver,

assuming it had been ingested,

which is the most common form
of poisoning.

Hmm. What if you inhaled it?

Say through tobacco?

Ah, yes, that would work.

And rather rapidly too. Ahh...

Of course, the expert in such
matters is Mr. Wormsley.

And he seems
rather on edge recently.

Perhaps the joy of my
return has overwhelmed him.

Well, I'd rather we kept this
conversation to ourselves.

My questions are related to a
rather highly confidential case,

one which myself
and Inspector Blake

would like your opinion.
And yours alone.

Inspector Blake asked for me?
Personally?

He did.

Hmm.

Well, then I'm at your disposal.

We shall start with the basics
of toxicology...

dosage, absorption, exposure.

Pull out anyone with a German
background,

particularly those with
convictions for violent crime.

Mrs. Potts, you take the As.
- Thanks.

Willows... the Bs.

And we'll keep going until we
run out of alphabet.

This is going to be
thirsty work.

How about I organize
a nice cup of tea for us all?

Oh, sounds like a very
sensible plan, Mrs. Potts.

Thank you.
- Right.

I understand the disciplinary
board wrote to you.

Yes, Sir. Hearing's in a couple
of days.

How are you feeling about
it all?

I haven't slept in a week.

Haven't eaten much either.

My sister says...

I'm like a bear with
a sore head.

Apart from that,
I'm doing fine, Sir.

Um, I'll be there to
speak for you.

But in the meantime,
try not to dwell on it.

My sister also said that.

She sounds like a wise woman,
Detective Willows.

I wanted to give you an update
on the case.

Was Sir Joseph murdered?

I believe so, yes.

You have evidence?

We're working on it.

Inspector Blake and I will have
a full report for you soon.

Are you in love with him?

Pardon?

It's a simple question.

And one that bears no relevance
to the investigation.

I'll take that as a yes.
So, may I give you some advice?

As two women working in the
underbelly of this great city,

I am sure we face
similar challenges.

One of which being loneliness.

And of course, each man
carries his own, uh...

merits when it comes to passing
the short amount of time

we have on this earth.

But to love someone...

fully...

completely...

well...

that would be a mistake.

For a woman, financial
independence is everything.

Do not make the mistake of
trusting in a man.

Any man.

They will always put
their own needs above ours.

Without exception.

That's a rather bleak view...

and one that I don't share.

Yes, you do.

Yup, yup.

Uh, I assume one of you
is Klaus Lang?

Uh, an account holder
at the Bank of Deutschland.

I win.

Gentlemen.

Hmm.

Your address was given to
the Bank of Deutschland

as a contact for an account
Sir Joseph Milner

was paying into.

Why do you have a photograph of
Sir Joseph's superior,

Lord Powell,
the Foreign Secretary?

I believe my associate here
speaks a little German.

Do I have that right?

You do, Inspector Blake.

So, would you be so kind as to

tell these gentlemen
the following?

If they do not talk,

they will be charged with
Sir Joseph Milner's murder.

The penalty for which is death
by hanging.

I don't need to translate,
Inspector.

They understand perfectly.

What do you want to know?

Why did Sir Joseph hire you?

They were hired to kill
his superior,

Lord Powell,
the Foreign Secretary.

If they are to be believed,
they were given

very little information.

Not even a reason why.

They were waiting for Sir Joseph
to make contact,

but they didn't know
he was dead.

The most incompetent assassins
I've ever come across.

It doesn't make sense that
Sir Joseph would hire

such fools for such a high-risk
operation.

No, it does not.

None of this makes sense.

How did you get on
at the mortuary?

According to Mr. Potts,

if someone wished to lace
tobacco with strychnine,

they would first need to
dissolve the strychnine

in alcohol, then soak
the tobacco in the solution.

But these days, it's harder than
ever to get your hands on it.

Particularly the concentrated
amounts

that you need to kill someone.

But you could extract
it from rat poison,

you just need very large
quantities.

And no pharmacy would be allowed
to sell such amounts.

Well, exactly, you need to get
it from

a specialized pharmaceutical
company.

Which is what Mr. Potts does to
keep the rats

under control at the mortuary.

We need to pay a visit
to that company,

find out who else they supply.

Already done.

Five businesses that receive
bulk deliveries

of rat poison.

Uh, you and Moses work
through the list.

Willows, you're with me.
Let's see if a few hours

in the cells have made
our German friends

even more cooperative.

Thanks.

The foreman said this business
closed down years ago.

All deliveries are forwarded
onto another premises.

I wrote down the address.

Alright. Spit it out.

- What?
- Something is on your mind.

Someone just...

just gave me
some unwanted advice.

Never listen to advice.

Not even mine.

So, where did the Foreman say
to go?

Find Inspector Blake. Tell him
to meet me at this address.

Urgently.

You recognize the place?

I do.

Rat poison.

Good evening, Miss Scarlet.

It was you who killed
Sir Joseph.

Inspector Blake is on his way.

We won't cover this up,
if that's you're thinking.

Hmm, cover it up?

I want quite the opposite.

I want a full written report

handed into the Superintendent

at Scotland Yard.

I...I don't understand.

There are many in our government

that believe that Germany will
soon be a threat

to the national interest.

Sir Joseph was one of them.

But his superior,
the Foreign Secretary,

did not agree.

Which is why Sir Joseph
hired two low level assassins

to kill him.

Their only qualification is that
they were German.

When it was discovered
they were German,

it would have forced
England into war with Germany.

War makes money for those
in high places...

regardless of the cost
of human life.

My conscience would not allow
such a thing.

So, you hired Inspector Blake
and I

to get the evidence
in black and white?

My hope...

is that your report will
be read by the few decent men

left in the upper echelons of
government.

I want them to know what
Sir Joseph had planned

and why I killed him.

You acted alone?

If my superiors knew what
I had done,

it would have been
covered up.

You'll hang for this.

Which is why I shall leave
London tonight.

I've amassed quite a fortune.

It's about time
I enjoyed spending it.

Oh ...

you have made your decision
about Inspector Blake?

I won't be giving him up.

Not for anything.

In that case, your fee will not

be twice the normal rate
as agreed.

It will be a great deal more.
- Why?

Because you're going to need it.

And because I like you,
Miss Scarlet.

You're good at your job.

Use the money however
you see fit,

but please...

be ambitious.

Moses told me you were here.
What happened?

You're gonna need a drink first.

I don't agree with what
Miss Scott did,

but she did it for her country.

I told the Superintendent that
I, like Miss Scott,

have no taste for war.

Young men dying painful deaths
for little purpose.

Did he listen?

He did.

Turns out he had
a son who died in Crimea.

He assured me my report had gone

all the way up
to the Prime Minister.

Who of course wishes to keep it
out of the public eye.

How can he ensure that?

A hefty promotion for the Super.

And when will you tell him
about us?

I won't.

Because there's no need.

What?

With his promotion,
he'll be leaving Scotland Yard

and there'll be a new
Superintendent.

Well, who will that be?

Me.

Well...

You're going to be
the next Superintendent?

Is that what you want?

A nice office job...

more money, civilized hours,

no more getting shot at.

I'd say that's quite appealing.

And you...

can carry on working
for Scotland Yard,

as I will no longer be
the Inspector hiring you.

I...I don't know what to say.

How about...

"Alexander, you are
the best thing

that's ever happened to me,

certainly the most handsome,

and I'm very lucky
to have met you"?

A little long winded but...

broadly correct.

So, does that mean that...
that Willows

will no longer be dismissed?

It was the first thing
I insisted upon.

As well as another small matter.

That the new Clerical Manager
should be of my choosing.

I think you'll approve of
my choice.

Morning.

Good morning, Mrs. Potts.

Good morning, Detective Willows.

To my clever wife...

on her new promotion!

- To Ivy!
- Ivy!

- Ivy!
- To Ivy!

Congratulations.

Thank you, Barnabus.

And thank you, Inspector Blake,

for having such faith in me.

This calls for more wine.

Uh, easy does it, my beloved.
That'll be your third.

And I intend on having a fourth.

Oooh.

I'll go and get some more
bottles from the kitchen.

Will you assist me,
Inspector Blake?

Of course, Miss Scarlet.

It is delicious.

Thank you.

Cheers!

I told Sophia that we'd go
somewhere nice for lunch.

One day this week.
The three of us.

You want to tell her about us?

It's time.

I already know.

What do you already know?

That Eliza is your special lady
friend, and that you love her.

Oh.

Well... yes.

Yes, that's precisely what
I wanted to tell you.

But can we still go to luncheon?

Of course we can.

But... not tomorrow.

I have a very busy day.

I'm going to hire some
new detectives.

Maybe you should hire Sophia.

She certainly has a very
impressive powers of deduction.

You're silly, Papa.

I know.

Ready for the big day?

Hmm.

Oh, uh, remember to make clear
that the positions

entail working long hours.

What if only two candidates
turn up?

Sometimes even on a Sunday.

What if only one turns up?

And that we do not
offer overtime.

What if no one turns up?

Eliza, all will be well.

Go on.

Welcome, everyone.

Please, please, do come in.

- Morning.
- Hello.

Just up the stairs.

- Good morning.
- Hello.

Thank you for coming.
- Thank you.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Please, just follow the way up
the stairs.

Morning.

Thank you for coming.