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-Madame, Sir. May I take your name please?

Dr. and Mrs. Evans.

-May I get you something to drink?

-I'’ll take a glass of the Burgundy '’78.

And my wife will have a dry sherry.

-Very good.

-If we were genuinely married, I'’d order for myself.

-If we were genuinely married, I'’d be drinking whisky.

-So, what are we looking for?

Apart from 'suspicious activity,'

which I must say was a little vague of you.

-Well, there'’s been a number of crimes

linked with this restaurant.

Street thefts nearby,

break-ins at customers' houses whilst they'’ve been dining here.

Something going on, I'’m just not quite sure what.

Now, we may have to play the long game,

perhaps even posing as regular...

Eliza, are you even listening to me?

-Of course.

Oh no.

It is her.

-Who? -Arabella Herbert.

We were at school together. She was the most dreadful bully.

Don'’t look.

She had a way of saying the cruellest of things

whilst keeping the sweetest of smiles.

And she stole my shell necklace.

-Your shell necklace?

-We made it in class and somehow it disappeared from my bedroom

when she deigned to come round for tea.

-Shall I have her arrested?

-If we stay at the table and keep a low profile

we can hopefully get through tonight without...

-Eliza Scarlet! Is that you?

-Arabella?!

How delightful!

-God, it'’s been so very long, how wonderful to see you

after all these years!

Good evening.

-This is my husband... William Evans.

-Pleased to meet you.

-Arabella Acaster.

-Acaster?

You're married?

-Was. Now widowed.

-Oh, my goodness, look at you!

So beautiful and elegant.

-Well, thank you.

-Who would'’ve thought it?!

My lasting memory of Eliza was of her crawling out of a

muddy puddle in the playground,

like some ghastly swamp creature!

-Do you remember? -Yes. I do.

-Caked in mud from head to foot!

And it wasn'’t the only time.

I don'’t believe she owned a dress

that wasn'’t torn, ripped or stained!.

Everyone used to find it so amusing.

-Not everyone.

Well, we mustn'’t keep you from your dining companions.

-Oh no, I'’m not a customer. This is my restaurant.

I- I own it.

It is called Arabella’s, after all.

-Well, congratulations.

It'’s quite the place you have here.

-Oh, we do our best.

No rest for the wicked!

This is my address in Marylebone.

Do call by for tea, it would be so nice to catch up properly.

It was a pleasure to meet you.

And you must try the Rouennais Duck, it is simply delicious!

-I'’ll do just that, thank you.

Well, she seems perfectly charming.

-You have no idea.

I wouldn'’t trust a word that comes out of her mouth.

-You were the one that told her we were married.

-And just so you know we shall not be ordering

the Rouennais duck.

Well, that was a complete waste of time.

Not a sniff of any kind of criminal activity.

Apart from the prices.

-That food was quite something, though.

-I think the chef could take instruction from Ivy

on using less grease.

And for the avoidance of doubt, I'm not setting foot

in that restaurant again.

-I'’ll get a cab.

-Get off! Let go! Help!

Somebody help!

He stole my bag!

Him!

-Uh... -Give me your brooch.

Now!

-You are surrounded by plain clothes police officers

who are awaiting my signal.

I know this because I myself am a private detective.

-Course you are.

-Uh...

-Enzo, fetch a glass of water for Mrs Evans.

That was reckless.

-For goodness sake, it was my mother'’s brooch.

What was I supposed to do?

-Not fight a man holding a knife.

-I didn'’t fight him.

And you can spare me the lecture,

you said this would be perfectly safe.

-What are you talking about?

-I'’m sorry. I'm Detective Inspector Wellington.

Scotland Yard have identified a number of crimes

carried out on the clientele of your restaurant.

Jewel theft mostly.

-What?

-In all likelihood, there is a spotter who'’s providing

the thieves with tip-offs.

That'’s what brought us here tonight.

I apologise for the deception.

-And what is your involvement in this?

-I'’m a private detective.

- Just like your father. How extraordinary.

So, the two of you... you'’re, you're not married?

Absolutely not.

-So, you lost sight of the man who robbed me?

-I'’m afraid so.

But the fact that there were two thefts

within moments of each other is unlikely to be a coincidence.

-The first was no doubt a diversion.

-The lavender seller didn'’t wait around to be interviewed,

so she'’s probably in on it too.

But it, its no matter, we'’ll find them.

-That is very reassuring to hear, thank you Inspector.

-Well, I'’ll head back and look through some mugshots of the

local talent, see if anyone looks familiar.

Will you be alright?

-I'll see her safely home, Inspector.

-I'’m not a child.

-Accepting the help of a friend does not make you a child.

Petulance, however...

Mrs Acaster.

Eliza.

... which are at every opportunity.

Thank you.

-Oh, how you feeling?

-Perfectly fine, thank you.

Arabella, you really didn'’t have to stay.

Of course I did!

Poor thing was sprawled out on the cobbles.

I thought she might have a concussion.

-Oh, my goodness! -I'’m fine.

Really.

-Well, it was so kind of you to bring her back home.

How can we ever thank you?

-I think the best way to thank Arabella would be to not take up

any more of her valuable time.

-Nonsense!

I'm happy to stay. I'’m sure my staff can manage.

-Staff? -Arabella runs a restaurant.

-Actually I, I own it.

-Goodness.

-Mm!

Speaking of which, this cake is extraordinarily moist.

My pâtissier would be quite jealous.

-Well, you can come again!

Running such a business,

whoever heard of a lady doing that?

Apart from you, of course, Lizzie.

But you must have so many staff and all those customers.

Is it a family business?

-Not my family, no, it was my husband'’s.

Sadly he passed away early last year.

-Oh...

-My father was a jeweller.

-Arabella would always have the most expensive

pieces of jewellery, even as a young girl.

-Ah...you'’re that Arabella.

From school.

-Hmm. Well, I should be getting back.

Eliza, it was so good to see you,

although a shame it was in such a circumstance.

I will check in again on you soon.

-Ivy, this cake is a triumph. -Oh!

-You must keep the recipe under lock and key.

Please don'’t get up, I will see myself out.

-Well, she'’s changed, hasn'’t she?

William, it is customary to knock.

-Is it?

Well, when you learn to knock on my office door,

I shall return the courtesy.

How are you feeling?

-I do hope you'’re here about the case and not my health?

Well, we found the young lad who robbed the lavender seller.

He was in some boarding house

about a half mile from the restaurant.

He and the woman were indeed paid to cause a distraction.

The idea was to draw the crowd'’s attention

away from the real target.

Your brooch.

-Please tell me you found it?

-No. But I do have the name of the thief in question.

Hungarian man by the name of Tibor.

I also have the address of the tavern that he frequents.

-Excellent.

Well, I shall obviously have to accompany you

to confirm his identity.

-Obviously.

-Are we taking roles or would you

prefer to just state our business?

-Well, Fitzroy and I will be playing the roles of

police officers arresting a thief.

While you will be playing the role of the eyewitness

who waits outside.

He had a knife, Eliza.

Wait in the carriage and we will bring him out.

-I must say I rather relish the prospect

of using my boxing skills.

I'’m in training, Miss Scarlet.

There'’s a great deal of artistry involved, footwork mostly.

You know, you can'’t actually throw a punch

without your feet being in the correct position.

It'’s fascinating, I could talk about it for hours.

-Which he often does.

Wait in the carriage.

Thank you.

Come on.

-We'’re looking for a man who'’s a regular here.

A Hungarian gentleman by the name of Tibor.

This is where you say, "of course, Detective,

let me point him out to you."

Don'’t know him.

-Detective Fitzroy, how many times have the police been

called to this establishment in the past month?

Four?

-Five, Sir.

-And what effect might that have on his liquor license?

Might it be withdrawn, do you think?

-Almost certainly, Sir.

Ooh...argh...

Argh!

-Nice to see you again, Tibor.

Don'’t get up.

-Eliza? -Inspector Wellington.

I can confirm that this is the man who stole my brooch.

-Get up, hands against the carriage.

-Urgh!

'‘Lady, blue dress. Spilla?'

-Spilla?

It'’s clearly a tip off.

Who's 'Spilla'?

Is that someone at the restaurant?

Who gave you this?

-Arabella Acaster.

-You don'’t really think that Arabella'’s involved in this?

-She gave me the exact same card.

-Well, she probably hands them out all the time

in the restaurant.

-You don'’t know what she's like.

-Neither do you. You haven'’t seen her for over a decade.

-She was spiteful and made my life a misery.

She had it all, she had everything

and yet she still liked to steal things.

-A shell necklace when you were children?

And she would have to be rather stupid to use her own

business card to tip off a criminal, don'’t you think?

-Well, that message on the card, 'Spilla',

I'’m not convinced it is a person.

I think it means something else.

-Your involvement in this case is a conflict of interest.

Leave it to me.

Please?

-Where are you?

Not here.

Ssss...

Sp...

Let's try Italian.

Spi...

Spilla...

Spill...

Spilla.

Brooch.

-I know nothing about any brooch.

-What about the note that we found on you?

'Woman, blue dress...'

The lady that you stole from was wearing a blue dress last night.

-I found the note on the street!

And I need a doctor, she broke my nose.

You should arrest her, not me!

You English are supposed to be fair.

-I'’m from Glasgow.

Well?

-There are no employees at Arabella’s

by the name of Spilla.

I had them go through two years' of records.

Anything from him?

-Take a seat.

Show me your arm.

Argh!

Argh!

-This is an interesting tattoo.

The mark of Vác Prison in Budapest, isn'’t it?

I'’ve seen similar on your fellow countrymen who now live here.

By all accounts, that particular gaol

is something of a hell-hole.

Far worse than any London prison.

I'’d hate for you to go back there.

-You'’re going to send me to prison in Hungary?

I don'’t think so.

-Detective Fitzroy, does your uncle still work

for the Foreign Office?

-He does, Sir.

-Yeah, so, he would be able to expedite the diplomatic process.

That means 'speed things up'.

My apologies for not knowing the Hungarian,

but you'’ll be hearing your mother tongue soon enough.

Unless, of course, you tell me who gave you that note.

- I can'’t believe this! This is so unfair!

I need this job!

What am I supposed to do now?

I'’m so sorry.

It wasn'’t an easy decision to make.

I'’ll see you're paid for your final shift.

Eliza!

What are you doing here?

-I wanted to thank you for last night.

-Oh.

-Er, is this a bad time?

-No, no, not at all.

There are certain standards to uphold

and sadly young Grace wasn'’t living up to them.

She'd had had several chances.

I'’m so delighted you're here!

How are you feeling?

-Much better, thank you.

I thought perhaps you might give me a tour of the restaurant?

I'’m fascinated to see how it all works.

-Oh, I can think of nothing more I'’d rather do!

Though...

I seem to remember you were never one for cookery class.

What a muddle you'd get into.

Do you remember that Victoria Sponge cake?

You almost burnt the school down.

Miss Dawkins was not amused.

-Well, we were young children so...

-Not that young.

Shall we...?

I know the kitchen may look perfectly serviceable,

but Chef is struggling to cope.

We'’re fully booked most nights and having to turn people away.

In fact I'’ve been considering larger premises.

-My goodness.

-I'’ll obviously need to hire extra staff and I'’ll have less

time for social engagements but we all need to make

sacrifices, do we not?

-Indeed.

-It would be nice to have a little more space

for myself too. This office is rather cramped.

You should see my office.

-You have an office?

-I work from my father'’s old premises.

-Oh, good for you.

-I notice that you have staff from all around the world.

France, Spain. Greece.

-We are an international family.

-They say Italian chefs are the most desired at the moment.

Do you have any Italians working here?

-Uh...Paolo, our pastry chef.

How about front of house?

The waiter who served the Inspector and me,

wasn'’t he Italian?

-Enzo?

Yes, he'’s from Naples I think.

-Is he working today?

-No, he'’s off sick.

Why do you ask?

-Someone is here to see you, Madame.

-Ah, right.

-Mrs Acaster.

-Inspector Wellington.

-Ah, Miss Scarlet.

-Inspector Wellington.

-I'’m Detective Fitzroy. -Shh, shh, shh.

I'’m sorry to disturb you, Mrs Acaster,

but we need to speak with one of your employees.

Enzo Moretti?

-Eliza was just asking about him.

-Huh.

-It seems that Enzo has been tipping off a street thief

who'’s been preying on your clientele.

-Hmm.

Enzo is not at work today.

-Do you have an address for him?

-I'’m afraid not, he's only been here a few weeks.

-Well, in that case,

we'’ll need to speak with the rest of your staff.

-Of course. I'll gather them.

-See if you can find somewhere private we can question them.

-I know what you’re going to say...

-I'’m sure you do. -But I am here now

and there’s an awful lot of staff,

so wouldn'’t you like me to stay and help interview them?

-Hmm. Take a wild guess.

-Oh, damn it!

-Here, let me.

-Sorry, erm...

Not having the best of days.

Just been given my marching orders.

-Would you care for a cup of tea?

-No.

But I'’ll have something stronger.

-Any luck?

-I'’m afraid not.

None of your staff have an address for Enzo.

Can you think of anywhere else he might be?

-I really can'’t, I'm so sorry.

-Well, if anything else occurs,

you can contact me at Scotland Yard.

-Inspector?

I'’ll see you out.

I feel such a fool, I thought I could trust him.

-If I had a pound for every time someone said that...

well, I wouldn'’t be doing this job.

-So, what is your next course of action?

-Well, there'’s a thriving black market for stolen jewels.

So, we'’ll ask around,

put pressure on the right people and see what comes up.

-And Eliza?

What will her role be?

-Miss Scarlet will no longer be working on this investigation.

-Then why did she come here today?

-Her mother'’s brooch was stolen,

so that may have made her a little over-enthusiastic.

-Oh.

I had hoped she and I would be able to renew our friendship,

but I get the distinct feeling she doesn'’t care for me much.

Listen to me burdening you with my problems.

-Well, I mean, this job is a little like being a priest.

Although when people confess to me,

they generally feel a lot worse.

Anyway, good day, Mrs. Acaster...

-Arabella, please.

-Don'’t get me wrong, Mrs. Acaster is a nice lady.

I enjoyed working for her.

-If I had been dismissed, I'’m not sure I'’d be so generous.

-Well, it'’s not her fault, is it?

She just couldn'’t afford to pay me anymore.

And I'’m not the first she'’s laid off.

There were two workers from the kitchen

and another waiter last week.

-So, she's having financial difficulty?

-I probably shouldn'’t be saying all this.

-I only ask as a concerned friend.

Perhaps I could help her.

-I wouldn'’t worry about it too much.

Last week I went to see her in her office

to ask about the menus.

I caught her putting a big wad of cash into her safe.

She said it was loan,

so, she'’s obviously trying to sort things out.

-A loan from who?

You have a visitor, Ma'’am.

A Miss Scarlet.

I have not the faintest idea who that is!

Excuse me, Ma'’am.

This is most inconvenient.

I'’m sorry, Ma'am.

Urgh, really?

Can I help you?

-I apologise for calling unannounced.

I'’m a friend of Arabella's from school,

I dropped by on the chance I might find her in.

-My daughter is...working.

-Working?

Indeed.

-I would suggest that you arrange

a more suitable time to visit.

-Oh dear.

I'’ve journeyed such a long way into London from Hertfordshire.

My husband is the Member of Parliament

for Chalfont, St. Giles,

and I had hoped to catch up with some old friends

before meeting him to dine tonight.

-I do have a prior engagement,

but I could spare half an hour, I suppose.

Hmm. Please.

-Most kind.

-Tea. Earl Grey. And quickly.

-This is a beautiful home.

Arabella has wonderful taste.

-Oh, this is not her home, it is mine.

She moved in with me when her husband passed.

-Oh, I see.

I never met the gentleman, sadly,

but I believe he owned a restaurant?

-I do not wish to talk of him.

He left my daughter with considerable debts,

that is all I will say.

-Now that I think of it,

when I last corresponded with Arabella,

she did mention that times were a little difficult.

But she assured me you were assisting her,

in the financial sense.

-Well, that is a blatant lie.

I have told her time and again

I will not put a penny into tha failing business!

So, she's been to every bank in London, cap in hand.

-My goodness.

She applied for a loan?

A woman?

-My thoughts exactly.

Can you imagine what that does to one'’s family name?

-And did she...secure one?

-Of course not.

They all refused, and quite rightly so.

But still she persists.

Her father would turn in his grave.

How many times must I say this...?

Come on, let'’s go.

- Officer? - Oh?

-I need you to take an urgent message

to Inspector Wellington at Scotland Yard.

My name's Eliza Scarlet, I'’m a private detective...

-You'’re a what?

You got my message?

Well, I'’m here, aren't I?

You'’re sure it was the same lavender seller

-who feigned the robbery? -Certain.

And Arabella was talking to her.

-Where did they go exactly? -I'’ll show you.

-No, you will tell me and then stay here.

-William... -Your presence

is not helping this investigation.

-Yes, so you have said.

-Yet you do not listen.

-The fact that I have not listened

should tell you something?

-That you're stubborn and difficult?

-That I am sure of my instincts.

This isn'’t about my personal feelings for Arabella.

I'm looking at the situation dispassionately.

She's hugely in debt and was talking to a thief.

That is reasonable grounds for questioning.

-By the police, yes.

-Do you want to know where she went or not?

Good.

Follow me.

-Eliza.

Inspector, what are you doing here?

-You run a soup kitchen?

-I bring the surplus food from the restaurant each week.

Will one of you please tell me what'’s going on?

I had no idea that lady was anything to do with the robbery.

As far as I knew, she was just another hungry mouth to feed.

-And she corroborates that.

-Do you honestly think I would steal from you or anyone?

-It would not be the first time.

-Eliza...

-She'’s in financial difficulty.

I spoke to her mother...

-My mother?

-You're losing money and yet you said your business was thriving.

-It'’s called pride, Eliza!

I am guilty of it sometimes, as are we all!

-I also spoke to the waitress you dismissed...

-Oh, for God'’s sake.

-She mentioned seeing a large amount of money in your safe.

So, where did that come from?

-My customers.

And I can assure you that money

was spent on wages and ground rent

as soon as it was earned.

I am struggling, I admit it.

That is difficult enough without you publicly humiliating me.

I thought we were friends.

Did you?

Well, I have a different definition of friendship.

-What exactly is that supposed to mean?

-You don'’t remember how you behaved towards me

day after day, year after year?

-We were children, Eliza!

What is the connection between our school days

and this investigation!?

-Your character.

-Inspector, if there is nothing else,

then I would like to leave, please.

-Of course.

Thank you for your time.

-Nothing I said was untrue.

-There is no evidence that she has done anything wrong,

you do accept that?

Eliza, I say this with your best interests at heart,

whatever grudges you have against that woman,

they are clouding your judgement.

-What on earth are you doing?

-Baking a cake.

-Are you ill?

-I thought it time I learned. -You are ill.

It must be that bang on the head.

-You're the one always telling me to practice my cooking.

-Alright.

What'’s happened?

-I've made a fool of myself, Ivy.

I've allowed my personal feelings about Arabella

to interfere with my work.

Father would never have done such a thing.

-Well, don'’t feel too bad.

She was the cause of many bedtime tears.

-I know, but...perhaps I wasn'’t such an angel myself.

-You'’ll get no argument from me there.

-I never fitted in.

And...

Well, that made me angry.

I'd pick fights with her sometimes,

there was a comfort in it.

-Comfort?

-Well, if I gave her and the girls that looked up to her

a reason to dislike me, then...

the fault would be with my behaviour,

not just the fact of who I was.

-I remember those days.

Nothing you could have done or been

would ever have been agreeable to those girls.

Unlike them, you'’re your own person.

And I am glad for it.

-Shhh...

Now, as your father would say,

no tears, or there'll be no supper.

You always say that and there always is.

-So...

what are you going to do now?

I have a horrible feeling I'’m going to have to

apologise to her.

I think that might make me feel better.

-What was it you were trying to make, exactly?

-A Victoria Sponge.

-Right, yes, I see it now.

-No, you don'’t.

No, I don'’t.

-I'’m looking for Mrs. Acaster?

-She will be here in a few minutes.

You're welcome to wait in her office.

-No.

Stop it.

You're here to apologise. That is all.

-Ah, your friend is here, Miss Scarlet.

She'’s in your office.

-Thank you, Charles.

-I'’m not entirely sure what animal

this grey meat belongs to.

Or indeed, if it's animal at all.

-No, thank you, Sir.

I'’m in training.

Apparently I ought to be eating a large quantity of meat whilst

avoiding too much fat, and pastry has far too much fat.

-Yes, so you have explained. Several times.

Got something for me?

-I believe so, Sir.

It seems that Enzo hasn'’t been working alone.

He has an uncle by the name of Frankie.

Originally from Murano in Italy.

He was being investigated for theft

but fled back there before any arrest could be made.

-But you think he'’s in London again?

-Well, we have word that the workshop

that he was using is suddenly back in use.

-That's good work.

I shall see if Detective Phelps wants it.

That man will eat anything.

Doesn'’t sound like anyone'’s in there.

-Should we call for a locksmith?

I'’ll take that as a no then.

-Quite the haul. -Indeed it is.

Take it up to the evidence room

and enter everything in the log book.

I'’ll bring this up shortly.

-I have news.

-So do I, and I think you'’re going to like it.

We found a workshop linked to our friend Enzo.

-Anything of interest?

-Well, precision tools, a diamond cutter.

Clamps and pliers for resetting stones.

And a box full of stolen jewellery...

including this.

My mother'’s brooch.

William, thank you.

-Well, I'’ll have to keep a hold of it for now.

It needs to be logged and certified as evidence.

But I will return to you as soon as I can.

-What of this Enzo, did you find him?

-No, but I have officers watching the workshop.

So, what of your news?

-For the last three months Arabella has been

selling off items expensive jewellery.

Before you say anything, I have proof.

Receipts of sale for six high value items

totalling three hundred pounds.

I spoke to the pawnbrokers in question,

but they refused to give me any information.

Luckily I have a friend who is a Detective Inspector

at Scotland Yard.

Surely you'’re not going to tell me this is nothing?

Good.

I'll wait at my office.

As soon as you have spoken to them, let me know straight away.

-Were you this bossy at school?

-No.

But if I had been I might'’ve had an easier time of it.

Straight away, William.

There you are.

Where have you been?

-Working.

-Well, it couldn'’t have taken you five hours

to check the pawnbrokers.

-This may come as a shock to you, Eliza,

but I have many cases to attend to

and going on some wild goose chase to a pawnbrokers

on the other side of London wasn'’t top of my list.

-So, you didn'’t go?

-Yes, I did.

-Oh.

And?

-A list of items that Arabella sold to them.

None stolen. All hers with full proof of ownership provided.

-'Heart-shaped sapphire ring.'

But I saw that exact piece in her safe at the restaurant.

-You just happened to see it?

-Well, she couldn'’t have sold it and kept it.

-Then it must be a similar ring.

-Have you spoken to her about this?

-About selling her own property?

This has now been logged and certified as evidence,

so you can have it back.

You'’re welcome.

-William, this jewellery that Arabella is selling,

it is new evidence. Why can'’t you see that?

-I am basing every decision in this case on motive,

opportunity and evidence.

-What'’s that supposed to mean?

-Good night, Eliza.

Wha...

-No sign of Enzo Moretti at the workshop, Sir.

-Maybe he'’s gone to ground.

Keep the men posted overnight just in case.

-Yes, Sir.

-I'’ve been reading about Enzo'’s uncle, Frankie.

When he first came to London, he worked in a jewellers

run by a family from the old country.

I think we should pay them a visit.

-Will they be open this late at night?

-Only one way to find out.

-You'’re something of an expert

when it comes to diamonds and precious stones.

I wonder if I might seek your advice?

-I'’d love to help you, Miss Scarlet,

but my eyes are failing my body is tired...

-Solomon, must we go through the same dance

every time I come in?

I know for a fact

there'’s nothing wrong with your eyesight.

Furthermore, you'’re one of the richest men in Canning Town.

That said, I will gladly pay for your time.

Or buy something from the shop.

Or two things.

How can I help you?

-Can you take a look at this?

Tell me what you make of it.

-Hmm...

Most convincing.

But not to the trained eye.

-Convincing?

-Well, if you ignore the, er, hurried mounting of the stone.

These aren'’t real rubies, Miss Scarlet.

They're Murano glass.

It'’s a fake.

It'’s a good one, but it's still a fake.

-We'’ll come back in the morning.

-Well, Sir...

Is that not the brooch you just returned to Miss Scarlet?

-Go back to Scotland Yard, get the bolt cutters.

-Ought we not to apply for a search warrant?

This is private property after all,

and there's no crime in progress or immediate danger to life.

-Do you hear that?

-Hear what, Sir?

-That lady screaming for help from behind that locked door.

-Ah, I see. Very good.

-Hurry up, she sounds desperate.

-If you haven'’t been, then you simply must.

There's a hotel on the seafront with the most exquisite views.

Princess Beatrice herself

has dined there on several occasions.

I will leave you to dine in peace, do excuse me.

-Thank you. -Thank you.

-We need to talk.

-As you can see I am rather busy, perhaps it can wait.

-No, it cannot.

-Lady Catherine, looking as elegant as ever...

-Not now. -I know what you'’ve been doing.

Having replicas of your jewellery made.

Possibly to sell off as the real thing.

Shall we have this conversation in private

or in front of your guests?

-Let me finish this sitting.

I'm struggling to keep business afloat as it is,

surely you of all people can empathise with that?

-I'll wait in your office.

-Thank you.

Sir George! It's been too long!

-Grace?

What are you doing here?

-I left some of my things.

I had to come back.

-That'’s a lot of things in there.

-Sorry, I really have to go.

-What'’s in the bag?

-It is Eliza'’s.

-And you definitely returned it to her?

-This very afternoon.

-Murano.

Enzo Moretti and his uncle were both from Murano.

It'’s famed for the glass used to replicate gemstones.

-A jeweller would know the difference.

-On close examination, yes.

Which would suggest...

-This place must be in on it.

They show the customers the real version,

then they swap it for a fake just before sale.

That way...

-They can sell the same piece several times over.

-Huh.

-What'’s your plan for these, Grace?

Who told you to steal them?

-Enzo.

He and I...

I hadn'’t seen him for a few days.

But he turned up this afternoon

and he told me I had to do this for him.

He was scared.

Said he was in trouble and that he had to get away.

He said I had to help him.

-What, by stealing from the guests?

-I had to!

If I didn'’t, he said she would get hurt.

-Who would get hurt?

Ask her.

-Mrs. Herbert?

-Yes?

-I'’m Inspector Wellington, this is Detective Fitzroy.

We need to talk with your daughter.

-She is not presently at home.

-Very well, we'’ll come back another time.

-What did you say to him?

-I told him Arabella was out.

-What did he say to you?

What did he say to you?

-I told her to leave the door open.

-A right hook. Excellent choice, Sir.

-Alright?

Are you unharmed?

-We are fine, thank you.

-You can come in now.

-Mother!

-I'm quite well.

-Oh!

Thank goodness you'’re okay.

Thanks for the tipoff.

-Enzo found me upset in my office.

I told him about the debts,

and he suggested selling the jewellery he'’d seen me wear.

I was reluctant at first.

Partly it was pride.

I wanted to look like the people I was serving.

But mostly it was my mother.

She would have the justification

that I could not survive on my own.

-So, what changed?

-Enzo told me that his uncle could make replicas of such

quality that no one would know they weren'’t the originals.

I'd be free to sell what I wanted and wear the fakes.

No one would know and I could keep the restaurant open.

I had no idea what else he was involved in,

nor what kind of person he was.

Am I to be charged?

-Well, look, there is no crime in wearing fake jewels.

And as for the waitress who was stealing from your customers,

your mother'’s life was at risk,

so I can'’t say that you had much choice.

-I swear, I would have reported it

as soon as my mother was safe.

-I'’ll, er, need you to fill out this statement.

But there'’ll be no charges.

Now, if you'’ll excuse me.

I must go and see our friend Enzo

and see what he has to say for himself.

-He'’s a good man.

-He is.

I'’ll leave you to it.

-You were always talking about your father.

Every day at school you had a story

about how he had taught you new things.

He was so interested in who you were.

I barely saw my father, even less knew him.

He wasn'’t the least bit interested in who I was.

I was jealous of you, Eliza.

I wanted to punish you, that’s all it was.

-So, today we will make the best

Victoria Sponge to whet the appetite of the queen herself.

-I'’ll make a mess of it, Ivy.

-Then we will keep doing it until you don't.

-Good day.

-Ah!

What brings you here this fine afternoon?

-Cake.

Made with my own two hands.

-Wow!

That, er...

that actually looks rather good.

-Perhaps there'’s a homemaker in you yet.

- No, thank you. I could think of nothing worse.

That is the extent of my domestic effort,

so, make the most of it.

-Yeah, but surely one day you hope to have a family

of your own to look after?

-You're teasing me, William, I won'’t rise to it.

Sir...

You, you have a visitor.

Ah, Mrs. Acaster.

-For you and your men, by way of thanks.

We have a selection as delicate as they come.

-Oh.

I really shouldn'’t, but I may not be able to control myself.

These are exquisite!

-I must make it my business to assist restaurateurs more often.

Come on in, there'’s plenty for everyone!

Alright lads.

Come on.

Thank you, Sir.

-Eliza, I have something for you too.

I was searching for some old keepsakes to show you

and I found this in the bottom of the box.

My necklace.

-I thought it might be yours, I couldn'’t say for sure.

-That'’s very kind of you.

-Would you care to join me for dinner tonight?

-These are wonderful.

The pleasure is all mine.

I miss having a man to feed.

You must try the tarte tatin. It is divine, William.

-I'’ll do just that, thank you, Mrs. Acaster.

Please, William, call me Arabella.

Where were we?

Dinner. Tonight?

-I, I just remembered a previous engagement.

Another time perhaps.

-Another time.

-What is this little delight?

-This is a crème brûlée with a pistachio covering.

It'’s delicious.

I think you'’ll love it.