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Miss eliza scarlet.

Mr. Moses valentine.

It's just moses,

Sam.

Giving it up.

What 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.

Potts? You see what happens when

you go in? I had dinner

with them. They seem 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 we'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. And it's the

thing. The inspector at Scotland

Yard. 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. Good 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 checkered 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 can trust Inspector Blake.

He was meant to sail to

Australia, but he changed his

mind on the. 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 sent 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.

Morning. Ash said

to expect A visitor?

That'll be me.

Would you kindly confirm your

You know who I am?

I know who I am expecting. But

given that we have never met,

you could be anybody named.

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 MCA file.

Where did I hide the McKenna

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 traveling the

globe in search of business

opportunities. His travels have

taken him far and wide. And he

now finds himself in Venezuela,

where he is running a diamond

company. 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

backbreaking work, they found a

huge uncut stone, estimated to

be nearly 100 carats.

A 100 karat diamond.

And he's bringing it to London.

Mr. Nash decided it would not be

in his best interest. 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.

Come along. Apparently, Mr.

Nash has a business partner who

owns the other half of mine.

This partner is currently on a

ship that docks in London this

very day. With the storm, with

the stone, we are to go

to the diamond merchants of

Hatton Garden 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. 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's 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 Ms.

Scarlet, too. I now offer a

Broad range of services. Oh,

really? Yes, really. These days

I know the streets and as well

as the balance sheets.

Hello. Excuse me.

Hello. Hello.

Where 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.

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 you think it's worth,

this diamond? It depends on the

color and the clarity, but my

guess is several tens of

thousands.

This business partner of Nash is

bringing it over on his own.

That's three weeks sailing if

he's on a steamship. Stopping

off indifferent imports 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.

Say, Mr. Pettigrew. Mr.—

Valentine. Oh, there you are.

Oh, thank goodness. Oh. Oh,

excuse me. Thank you.

Sit down, sit down. I'm so glad

I found you. My heart is piping

away. I wasn't sure whether

you'd been here. Are you

Patrick's business? Bum goes

charge. Florence Dodds. Pleased

to meet you. You didn't have to

shout out our names. You could

have just looked for this. I

completely forgot. Had I? My

nerves are shot to bits. 3 weeks

on board boat with 100 carat

diamond. Keep your voice down.

I'm sorry. Sorry? Yes.

Patrick's always telling me that

I just keep forgetting a memory,

like a sim. Just in case it'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 owed 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 debug? Hmm.

Don't be so daft. As if I come

into a pub like this with an

uncut diamond in my bag. He's

just too much.

Where is it? It's my hand

luggage. And where is your hand

luggage? Outside in the cab.

No, no, no, no. It's okay. I've

asked the driver to keep an eye

on it. It's all right. Yes.

Sorry.

Tell me it's still there.

It's all right. It is. Stay with

me. Thank you for waiting. Here

you go. See? No harm done. You

need to be more discreet, Mrs.

Butts. Florence, please. So,

what's the plan? I'm sorry?

Sorry. What's the plan?

Won't you stay with Mr.

Petticoat tonight? Then in the

morning we'll look for a buyer.

Staying at your place? Hope

you're going to be on your best

behavior. I assure you,

madam, you 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

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 soul. 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

Jewelers open at 9 o' clock at

Hatton Garden, so best be by 8.

I'll be here by 7.

Sam.

It's it.

Sam,

it.

What are you doing?

I said what I.

Who are you?

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. It,

Clarence.

They ran to 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 from first, then phone

me. You tell them where

I was? Absolutely not.

I didn't say a thing. Too

terrified 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 know how to fly.

Cornelius? Another passenger?

We got talking one day on the

promenade deck. Three weeks is a

long time. I was bored out 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 doubt.

When did you last speak to this

Cornelius? We said goodbye when

the boat docked in London. His

brother was waiting for him.

He's a funny fella. Tool with an

eye patch. That's the

man I saw. The man who, no

doubts 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 a people in a

diamond shade. Oh, such as?

Anton Laiko in prison.

Harry Stein in America. George

Keane 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? See my friend Mr.

Zakov. He'll be able to help us.

I still don't understand why we

just don't go to the police.

Surely 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 tell the

police, we get less money. Why

didn't he just say that?

Don't think Mr. Valentine likes

you. It's just Moses.

No, I've heard nothing. If you

just let me explain a little

more. Mr. Zackle. I'm busy. I

have customers. It's an uncut

diamond from Venezuela. Is she

with you? No, 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? Excuse me, madam. If

you're not buying anything,

then please.

She had the same problem with

her leg. 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.

Oh, no. Come on. No, no, no,

no. They can't be in here. It's

cold outside. I'm coming here to

eat. There might be some time.

They. 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 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. Zako didn't know where it

was or who has it. But he told

me one thing. It's troubling.

What? He's known about it for

weeks. Weeks?

He got off the boat yesterday.

He said he first heard about the

diamond coming to London on

March 27, 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. A message

could have been sent to London

in seconds.

Who else knew 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 around 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 not.

Let me see.

Needs cleaning and a fresh

bandage. It's not. If you bleed

on that rug, you'll have Ivy to

deal with. Or worse, Barnabas

Potts. Very well.

If he moans about me, arrest

him.

Is this why you order me to

leave and tell me she doesn't

need this kind of trouble? Why

would I do that? Just, I guess,

based on past experience. From

what I hear, you've helped her

out a number of times over the

years. She talks with you often?

The good Things, I hope.

Lucy.

How is she? Probably. 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

Yes, she's happy. At least I

hope she is. Here we

are. Not any bandages for a

tincture of iodine. One of the

benefits of living with Barnabas

pots. The medicine cupboard is

always well stocked.

Here I am.

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

us some food. You can cook? I

used to work in the kitchen. In

prison. It's either that or hard

labor. 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 a 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.

Second door.

Is there a back entrance to the

building? Yes. Why? We need to

go. No.

This place will do for tonight.

I know the landlord will keep

his mouth shut, so I. If I own

this place. They were rats on

the stairs. I don't know what's

worse. The fact that I'm now a

fugitive. 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

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 pardoning rich

people from their money. You're

a confidence trickster. I'm a

businesswoman. Patrick and I

teamed up together and we

traveled the world. Ended up in

Venezuela, where he won the

diamond mine in a game of cards.

Well, the owner, he couldn't

wait to get it off his hands.

He hadn't found anything in

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. Well,

the plan was to get on the next

boat to London and sell it. But

word started to spread. Bread.

Whole area full of diamond

hunters. Including the gang from

Amsterdam. The man who 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

examples. 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. 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 Edmond?

He was posing as the cab driver.

He met me off the boat. It's all

right. That was 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 Edmond wasn't really a cab

driver. Florence knew he rented

a horse and carriage, so he 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 right to a man matching the

description of Edmond. He said

when Edmond 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

Well, the landlord 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 who. You don't know what

you're talking about, Mr.

Valentine. I'm not 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.

We trust you. And Clarence.

And her.

Eliza Scarlet.

What she like? He goes on about

her so much. About how clever

she is. She very beautiful.

She's just Eliza.

Nationalizer. Are good friends.

Not more. Thank you,

Moses.

Edmund sent a telegram to the

office. It was signed for by a

tall gentleman with an eye

patch. What did the message say?

Grenville Street Market, 5 o'.

Clock. So we know where to meet

him. Problem is,

so do they.

Greenville 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

First things first. We need to

blend in and be less

conspicuous.

Clarence, how much money

have you got left?

Run.

Help. Police. Help. Help. Help.

Police. Help.

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 the small Matava dead

body that was found in Isla

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 satin parasol 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. My own

driver, obviously. Oh, 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. Your man. A

few words. Words get you into

trouble,

Gwen. 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's 3,000 miles away when I get

a hold of him. And Clarence

isn't happy either. He spent a

fortune on bribes, marring

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

Gosh, I wish I'd known all about

this. Especially what happened

with Clarence. But of course,

I've been away at the seaside.

Southampton's 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 in 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.

100 karat 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

lounge fee.

Patrick asked me to apologize on

his behalf for the deception.

He said you'd understand.

Only when I see the money.

I'd be most grateful if you

would accompany me to Hatton

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 have plenty to see it, O

Patrick Nash. But for now,

just in my regards.

Wish you could stay a while

longer. We've hardly had time to

talk. Not that you ever tell me

And going back to Paris to be

with my wife. She's expecting a

baby. And indeed, that's why I

gave. Enough drinking. You have

a wife and a baby on the way.

Why have you not told me this

before? You never asked.

You need me, this is where to

find me. Careful with it.

People would pay a good money

for that information. Right,

Miss Scarlett. Mr. Valentine.

Eliza.

Inspector 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 have

wanted in connection with the

whole raft of other crimes in

Amsterdam, as well as the murder

of their colleague here. Even

more reason for a glass of

champagne. What I

assume the elderly aunt he was

supposedly visiting doesn't

exist. You assume correctly.

Don't you trust me? Of course I

do. Then why lie?

Client confidentiality, of all

people should understand that.

That champagne is getting flat.

Come.

It's sam.