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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.

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...

Come.

I need your sign-off, Sir.

Door.

Just...

Blake.

Thank you, Miss Summers. Put him through.

Sergeant Clark, you got my message?

Yes, Inspector.

Well, anything you can do.

I appreciate that.

I'll wait to hear.

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.

You were saying you wanted to come and see me. But...

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

I'm in a meeting!

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.

Hope you feel better soon, Maggie.

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.

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 ya.

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 Barron'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.

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 eight o'clock 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.

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.

You what?

The governor's looking forward to welcoming you

to your new home.

You leave at eight.

Best say your goodbyes.

No.

I ain't going anywhere.

I beg to differ.

I've heard about those riots.

Terrible business.

My guess is it'll reach Newgate soon.

Why do you say that?

Hmm.

Just making conversation.

Inspector Blake.

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.

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.

Blake.

Thank you, Miss Summers. Put him through.

Inspector Blake.

Yes, Sir.

We're all set to bring Cooper over.

Change of plans?

How many times, Oscar?

The street is not a public toilet.

Willows.

Sorry, Sir. Only three men have turned up.

The rest of the night shift are off sick.

Well, just to add to our good fortune,

I spoke to the governor at 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 seems to know about it

in advance.

Keep an eye out.

Something isn't right.

Yes, Sir.

Oscar, no!

Alright, what's going on?

What can you tell me about the unrest at Newgate?

Back already, Inspector?

Answer the question.

Hmm. Unrest in Newgate, you say?

What dark times we live in.

Oh.

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

You'll be leaving soon enough.

Shh, shh, shh.

Lower your voice, Inspector.

You might wake poor old Ernest.

And he's so enjoying his nap.

Hmm.

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 this sickness

is spreading through your men.

How many officers have you got on duty tonight?

Willows!

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.

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.

Watkins, Redman.

Don't leave your post.

Not even for a minute.

Yes, Sir.

I've locked up the back gate, Sir.

I've put Redman 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.

The man plays poker for a living.

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

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?

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.

Do you think we need more men?

I'm afraid we do.

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

see if they can spare us some more men.

Oh, 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. It's just a sort of hiss.

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

Keep trying.

I'll go speak to Inspector Blake.

Stay here.

What the hell was that?

I think it's coming from the cells.

- Bring backup. - Yes, Sir.

Stop this! Immediately!

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!

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.

Look, you cannot leave me in here!

Blake!

Aargh!

Has Miss Summers had any luck

getting through to the other precincts?

Phones are dead, Sir.

She can't make or receive calls.

My day just gets better and better.

Nothing.

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.

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.

If it isn't?

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.

Yes, 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's a rat catcher,

and Arthur is a kitchen porter.

You've 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.

All will be well, lads.

The gates at the front and back are solid iron

and built for this very purpose.

Ahh, 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?

Uh, 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.

I'd better get back.

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

Izzy.

You're doing a grand job.

PC Murray.

Anything to report?

Nothing, apart from a mangy cat.

His coat was so wet, he could barely walk.

I know how he feels, poor sod.

How long have 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.

That girl from the switchboard.

What's her name?

Why?

Like you said, we're just talking.

Miss Summers.

Pretty little thing, isn't she?

Bet she could keep me warm. - Shut your mouth.

Oh, easy, mate, I was just saying.

I'm not your mate.

I'm your senior officer.

PC Murray.

Go and join Watkins at the back gate.

Yes, Sir.

- Everything alright? - Yes, Sir.

Thank you, Sir.

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.

Does she live with you?

Her and my sister.

Father's not around, it's a long story.

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

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

None taken.

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 do I.

I'll keep watching.

Go and see if the telephone lines are working.

Yes, Sir.

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 alright?

You'd better come with me.

Inspector Blake, I presume?

And... you are?

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, uh, 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.

You're doing a wonderful job of it.

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.

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

and 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.

The 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?

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.

Put the rifle down!

- Sir? - Now!

Do what he says, Murray.

Up against the wall.

- What's going on, Sir? - Just do it! Search him.

But Sir, I don't understand what's going on.

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.

He doesn't want to come here.

Constable Murray, do you have a criminal conviction

you failed to declare? - No! I swear it!

The scar on your face, how did you get it?

Growing up, I wasn't the best behaved.

I used to get into scrapes.

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, see what he has to say.

What should I do with Murray, Sir?

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.

Shut up, the lot of you.

What the hell is going on?

Urgh!

He wants to kill me.

Let him go. Now!

Or I will not hesitate to put a bullet in your head.

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 know, please. Please.

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 them.

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.

And when my men get here

and they see me in handcuffs...

they're liable to get very emotional.

Dread to think what they might do to you.

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'll knock you through that wall.

Alright, don't overexcite yourself.

Do you have someone on the inside?

What?

You heard me.

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

Well, just so you know...

we're onto them.

Yeah, of course you are.

PC Murray...

is currently in handcuffs, being interrogated.

Bloody idiot.

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.

- 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.

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.

I've never seen the place so empty.

Oh, it's strange.

It sent a chill down me.

Well...

just think.

Tomorrow...

we'll be sat in Barron's,

all dressed up in our finest.

And you'll be the prettiest girl in there.

You're a lovely man, George Willows.

That has been said. Mostly by my mum.

You miss her, don't you?

What about your dad?

You don't talk about him much.

He was a man of few words.

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.

You there!

Make yourself known.

I said, make yourself known.

Come here! Stop!

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 will convict me?

Twelve good men and true?

There's ways of playing that game.

So why plan an escape, then?

We'll 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.

No.

This when you threaten to hurt her, is it?

Like you did my daughter.

I 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.

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.

Bang, bang, bang.

You think there's explosives inside?

He could be bluffing.

But we can't take the risk.

Izzy, I want you to go to the armory

and wait for me to come find you.

- Why the armory? - 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. - Ugh.

Please. I feel so sick.

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

There was something in that tea.

- What are you talking about? - I was fine till I drunk it.

I think she laced it with something.

Who?

The girl from the switchboard.

What?

I passed out, and when I woke up,

she was searching through your jacket.

- You're lying. - I swear I'm not.

She was in here. - You're lying!

I'm not!

Watkins.

Watkins.

When did you start feeling ill?

Sir, I feel terrible.

Was it before or after you drunk the tea?

After.

Did you see Miss Summers go into the interview room?

- Sir, I still feel... - Just answer the question!

Please.

Yes, I did.

They won't just be coming with guns, son.

Bit of dynamite.

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

I'd put my fingers in your ears

if I were you, boys.

It's empty.

Bang, bang, bang.

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. It's just sort of hiss.

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

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

-Hurry up. - I'm going as fast as I can.

Come on, come on, come on.

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!

Okay.

I'm arresting you for aiding an escape from lawful custody.

Please Georgie... Detective Sergeant Willows.

Hands behind your back.

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.

What about the plan to break him out?

I'm so sorry.

I should... never...

I really did like you.

Inspector Blake asked you a question, Miss Summers.

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.

Were you aware that he was responsible

for having the food in the kitchen contaminated?

No.

No, 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.

I really am sorry, Georgie.

May I be excused, Sir?

Ah, 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.

I didn't get your name.

Willows. Detective Willows. George Willows.

Nice to meet you, Detective George Willows.

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.

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.

How was your day?

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.

Does 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.

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?

Do you insist?

I do.

Oh.

You left this in my office yesterday.

Yes, I wonder where that had got to.

You deliberately left it, didn't you?

So, I'd have to return it.

Of course I did.