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I'm running this London officenow,

and I can assure youthings will pick up.

I happen to knowthat Mr. Nash's

entire staff have deserted you.

Sometimes I do wonder...

If it's all worth it?

This expansion is crippling us.

Someone is going to get hurt.

It's Inspector Wellington.

He's been shot.

William!

I need a drink.

Are you warm enough?

It can get a bit chillyin here.

Yes, I'm perfectly comfortable,thank you.

I'll go set the fire.

Ivy, will you pleasestop fussing?

I'm not fussing!

I'll go do you some bacon,eggs, and fried bread.

How does that sound?

Like I'm going toget extremely fat.

We need to build upyour strength.

Yes, Ivy,you have been saying that

every dayfor the past two weeks.

I'm quite well now,thank you.

Well enough to go home.

I can't seem to find my bag,or my notebook, or my gloves.

Your gloves werein the dining room,

your notebookby the kitchen sink,

and your bag on the stairs,

which I nearly broke my neck onthis morning.

I've just come downstairs--I didn't see it.

Because I put them on the tablewith the rest of your things,

where you should haveleft them last night.

Oh.

Well, thank you.

How is the patientthis morning?

He says he's going home.

Just ignore him, Ivy.

I find that's the best wayto deal with him.

You were told to rest,William.

And there's no one betterto look after you than Ivy.

Yes, well, I can't justsit here all day.

No.

You can come to the kitchenand have breakfast.

Just one rasher, please,Ivy.

- Ha!

God!

If I'd known whatan appalling nurse you were,

I wouldn't have agreedto convalesce here.

If I'd known what ademanding patient you were,

I wouldn't have let you.

Well, unlike you, I can't lazearound like a lord of leisure.

My office won't run itself.

Yes, I can imagine how busyrunning a staff of one must be.

I can assure you, William,that it will not be long

before my office is once againteeming with employees.

Things are looking upat Nash and Sons.

Not that he has any sons.

Promise me you'll rest,and do as Ivy says.

Do I have a choice?

Umm...

No.

Oh, God, that hurts!

Good morning, Clarence.

And a very good morning to you,too, Miss Scarlet.

You're rather chipper.

You feeling quite well?

Oh, never better.

I arrived this morningto be greeted

by a most pleasant surprise.

Bonjour, Eliza.

What the hell have you done?!

I leave you a businessthat is thriving

and come back to find itbarely surviving!

It's not my fault your menrefused to work for a woman!

Well, from what I hear,your manner towards them

left much to be desired.

I was trying to runa tight ship.

Well, congratulations, Eliza,because you've sunk it.

There were always going to besome teething problems.

You have no staff.

No clients.

I would suggest that's a littlemore than "teething problems."

Things are starting to movein the right direction.

I have severalpotential clients.

There's really no needfor you to be here.

It is my nameabove the door

and my reputationthat is being damaged!

So I'm staying in London

until this shipis back on course!

I assume this is your doing.

I did not askMr. Nash to return.

I merely provided himwith progress reports

whenever he requested them.

And you didn't think totell me you were doing that.

He is my superior, Miss Scarlet.

And I did tell himthat things were picking up.

Mm, I admire your optimism,Clarence.

But I fear we have

different definitions of whatconstitutes "picking up."

Where are you going?

I'm going to the Fat Goose,

patronized by theMetropolitan Police,

half the journalistsof Fleet Street,

and the lawyers of theRoyal Courts of Justice.

When I've oiledmy fellow punters

with copious amountsof whiskey,

I shall, no doubt, be inpossession of some new cases.

If you'd done me the courtesyof actually listening

to what I had to say,

you'd know that I have a meetingwith a client this very hour.

A client with moneyand influence.

I'll be the judge of that.

Come along.

You have a beautiful home,Mr. Carter.

All down to my Maisie.

I'm just the onewho paid for it.

We moved injust over a year ago.

It was hard work,

but we've finally got thingshow we like them.

And where were youliving before?

Uh, Leeds.

Moved down to Londonto set up a new factory.

I'm in the textile business.

It's good, indeed,to hear such a success story.

Around here,

it doesn't seem to matterwhat money you've got.

It's all about your breeding.

The aristocracydo not like new money.

I don't care what the toffsare like with me,

just as long as their wivestreat my Maisie right.

And they do.

They've been very...accommodating.

Now, that is her wayof saying

they're a bunch ofstuck-up snobs.

Jack!

Will you be wanting tea, sir?

Perhaps later.

Thank you, Stafford.

What is it we can help you with,Mr. Carter?

Tuesday evening,we hosted a charity fundraiser

for the committeeMaisie belongs to.

The ladies of the MayfairBenevolent Society.

And it wasa roaring success, too.

Almost 100 soulsturned up.

Two hours in, we were robbed.

What was in it?

Nelson's diamond feather,

given to the admiral

by the sultan of Turkeyafter the Battle of the Nile.

How did it comeinto your possession?

Bought it at auction.

Spent a fortune, too.

Nelson's always beena hero of mine.

Didn't come from money.

Look what hemade of himself.

Our butler, Stafford,

noticed it was missingat half past ten.

I was so shocked,I burst into tears

in front of the whole party.

- I made such a fool of myself.- No.

You didn't.

Besides,who cares what they think?

As well as a guest list,

we'll need the namesof your staff

who were working that night.

I've spoken to my household.

Weren't any of them.

It was one of the guests.

I just know it.

Trying to teach me a lesson,no doubt.

Daring to better myself.

And have you informedthe police?

What, and have allLondon society questioned?

They'd resent us even morethan they do already.

There were100 guests.

Only one of 'emwas a thief.

I want you to findwho stole from me--

discreetly.

And when you do,I'll pay you handsomely.

Double your fee.

Is there anythingyou wish to say?

Well, that was...promising.

Apology accepted.

It was not an apology.

Go, giddy up!

You apologized?

Well, not in so many words.

Not in any words.

I merely saidit was a promising start.

Double the normal fee.

I'd say that'smore than promising.

It may yet turn out theyarranged the theft themselves

to claiman insurance payout.

If it was insurance fraud,

they'd have to report the theftto the police.

Besides, they don't seem to beshort of money,

so I think a simple "well done,Eliza" might be in order.

I'll save that untilthe office is full again.

Your men decided to leave.

I did not make them.

Well, that's not what they saidin their correspondence.

They've been writing to you?

Well, I had hoped the situationwould rectify itself,

which is whyI didn't come back sooner.

But in the end, I had no choice.

Shall we concentrateon the case?

I shall make some inquiries intothe Carters' household staff.

And I don't carewhat Mr. Carter says.

It's more likely to bea maid with sticky fingers

than some lordwith a grudge.Mm.

I'll go throughthe guest list for the party.

I have a copy of Perceval's"Peerage and Nobility" at home.

Anyone who's anyone in highsociety will be listed in it.

It may give us an ideaof who we're dealing with.

And I shall draw up a contractfor the Carter investigation.

Do you wish to see itbefore I send it over?

Yes.Yes.

Bring it to me when you're done.

I'm not here to make your lifedifficult.

I'm here to help.

How long do you intend to stay?

As long as it takes.

I didn't hear you come in.

That's becauseyou were asleep.

And snoring.

I don't snore.

Ivy will be back soon,but I can make you something

to eat if you'd like.Ah...

Can we please forgo the teasingabout my cooking?

It's not teasing-- you nearlykilled me with some eggs once.

Well...

You can't go wrongwith bread and jam.

And no, I did not make either.

Thank you.

So, how was your day?

For the most part, horrible.

You'll never believewho's back in London.

Patrick Nash?

How do you know that?Fitzroy.

He told meduring his daily visit.

I think that it's nicehe comes to see you each day.

You'll miss the attentionwhen you're back at work.

I'm in no rush to go back.

I'm serious.

The whole placeis falling apart.

To be honest, I've considerednot going back at all.

That job is everything to you.

Not everything.

You know,this has made me realize

that there are other thingsin life to consider.

Such as?

The future.

Your future's at Scotland Yard.

I don't thinkthat's ever been in question.

I'm not talking about work.

You know, the first time we metwas in this kitchen.

It was.

I remember watching you eat--what was it?

Pork pie?

Smoked ham.

I can still rememberthe look of horror on your face.

It wasn't horror,it was fascination.

I'd never seen anyoneeat like that.

I still haven't.

That woman!

She'd try the patienceof a saint!

Your mother?Who else?

Don't ask me about her gout.

I don't intend to.

But I'm sure Williamwould like to hear all about it,

while I have work to do.

Well, it's gone from herright foot to her left foot.

Red, itchy skin all overher big toe-- poor thing.

Morning.

I come with good news.

I went throughthe list of guests

who attendedthe Carters' party,

many of whom were in thepeerage listings in Perceval's,

and I believe I've foundsomething of interest

about one of the guests.

What kind of background checksdid you do on Jack Carter?

Oh, the usual:name, address, occupation.

You didn't think to look intowhere his money came from?

Textiles, as he said.

He owns a number of factories.

Which he boughtwith the profits

from his original business.

Will you please just tell mewhat's happened?

I went to see Carter's servants.

All were terrifiedby the mere suggestion

they would have stolen from him,but none would say why.

So, I did some digging.

It seems Mr. Carteris from the most notorious

crime familyin the North of England.

Murder, extortion,gun running.

All of whichyou would have known,

had you doneyour due diligence,

which, of course,you couldn't

because you've lostmy entire staff!

They'd have researchedthis Carter thug properly

and told youto keep well clear.

Last night, I sent a telegramto Mr. Carter

saying we were unableto take his case

due to prior commitments.

Mr. Nash...Just a moment!

This morning you and Iwill sit down

and make a newplan of action,

and then once we're throughwith that...

Mr. Nash.

Apologies forthe interruption.

I do hope you are not busy.

I received your telegram.

It caused me some confusion,so I thought it best to come

and talk to you in person.

Mr. Carter, if I...

No need to explain.

I can guess what's happened.

Just allow me to say my piece.

My wife and Iwere the victims of theft.

There was a time when I wouldhave dealt with this myself.

But I've promised her that wewill deal with this in a manner

that is calm and civilized,

as any gentlemanmight do.

I'm sure there are many otherinvestigation agencies

that would gladlytake your case.

Where I come from,once you give your word,

you don't go back on it.

So, for theavoidance of doubt,

you will take this caseand you will find my jewel.

If we cannot?

Then I will hold youpersonally responsible.

Oh, and you'll do itfor free.

As compensation for the insultto my character.

Not... a... word.

We need to find that thief.

And what will Mr. Carter doonce you find him?

That had not yet occurred to me,Clarence,

but thank you for makinga dire situation

even more unsatisfactory.

We are where we are.

So let's just do our bestand try and solve the case.

Agreed?

You mentioned you'd foundsomething of interest.

Indeed I did.

The diamond featherwas put up for auction last year

by Admiral Nelson's family.

From what I gather, they did sosomewhat reluctantly,

due to falling on hard times.

They've been forced to sellmany of the family's

prized possessions.Precisely.

As I was going through the listof guests

who attended the Carters' party,I came across a Lord Fallon.

He and his wife are patronsof a charity

that help retired sailorsfrom the Royal Navy.

Turns out

Lord Fallon has a linkon his mother's side

to Admiral Horatio Nelson.

Fallon is Nelson'scousin?

Which gives him motiveand opportunity

to claim backa treasured family heirloom.

Hmm.

We should pay him a visit.

We should.

But we'll need a cover story.

My wife and I have always beenpatrons of the arts.

It was her idea that we cometo take tea with you,

Lord and Lady Fallon,

and that we might learn moreof your own charitable works.

It is always a pleasureto welcome new benefactors.

Thank you for considering us.

She is such a selfless person.

She's always thinking of others.

Do not listento my dear husband.

It is he who thinks of allbut himself.

Never was there a, a kinder,more honorable man.

You are newly arrivedin London?

I do not believe our pathshave crossed before.

We have, until recently,been in the West Indies,

where we havesome business interests.

But we have, I believe,some mutual acquaintances.

A Mr. and Mrs. Carter.

They are friends of yours?

Business acquaintances.

I hear the Carters' charity ballwas a roaring success,

although ended insomewhat sad circumstances.

Mm.The theft.

It was a shame indeed.

Poor Mrs. Carter had put muchwork into the event,

and for it to endin such a way...

She made a damn foolof herself.

Dearest.What?

She did.

That husband of hersis no better.

Uncouth, the pair of them.

Perhaps this is notthe time nor the place...

Do not presume to tell me

what I can and cannot say

in my own home, madam.

Perhaps we might return

to this donation you mentioned.

Uh, your charity is,I believe,

in support of the elderlyand infirm sailors

of the Royal Navy.

That is correct.

Which is apt,given your connection

to the greatest herothis country's ever seen:

Admiral Horatio Nelson.

Goodness.

Well, in that case,

the theft of theadmiral's diamond feather

must have dismayed youmore than most,

given it's practicallya family heirloom.

I'd hardly calla distant cousin family.

And as for the theft,I know exactly who stole it.

Who?Who?

We do love a little gossipnow and then.

Baroness Weichmann.

Dreadful woman-- alwaysscratching around for handouts.

I heard she was trying to

pay for her passageback to Prussia.

Riddled with debts, that one.

This Prussian baronessis worth a visit.

Fallon clearlyloathes the woman.

He strikes me as someonewho likes very few,

including his own wife.

Did you see the bruiseson her neck?

It was him, no doubt.

Why are you lookingat me like that?

We didn't want to disturb you,sir.

You looked so peaceful.

Like a little boy.

I don't need your help,thank you.

Yes, sir, sorry, sir.

He's always like thiswhen he first wakes up.

I'll go and fetchsome tea and cake.

No cake, Ivy.

Nonsense.

If I don't get out of here soon,I'm going to run to fat.

Well, whatever Ivy's feedingyou, it's doing you good.

Each day, you looka little better.

Yes.

On that, Oliver, you don't haveto visit me every day.

But I look forward to it, sir.

Unless you'd prefer I didn't?

Of course not.

So...

Important day.

Yes, sir.

The American Embassy awaits.

I want this secondmentmore than anything.

It's quite the opportunity.

New York!

Imagine that.

And an ocean betweenyou and your father

has its benefits,no doubt.

Never occurred to me.

I have to make a speechto the ambassador's staff.

I hoped to share it with you.

My advice is, don't bore them.

Make it short and to the point.

My thoughts exactly, sir.

We could not believe itwhen we heard you were looking

to sell your splendid estate,Baroness,

since my wife and I are eagerto buy in this area.

Yes, how did you hear of it?

Oh, Lord Fallon mentioned itin passing.

Mm-hmm.

I'm a keen horsewoman,and, uh, it's so very rare

to find such a grand housein the middle of London...

Mm-hmm....with stables to boot.

Well, it was not my intention

to let things fallinto such disrepair.

Expensive to upkeep, too,I'd imagine.

How much exactlywere you looking to offer?

Oh, finance is my husband'sdepartment, Baroness.

Mmm.

I rarely understand itand find it quite tiresome,

and said very much the sameto my great friend

Mrs. Maisie Carterjust the other day.

Oh, you know the Carters?

I say "friend."

Given the chasmbetween our social standing,

she is perhaps more ofan acquaintance.

But my heartdoes go out to her.

Did you hear about the theftof their diamond feather?

Madam?

You have a visitor.

I do apologize,

but I must see to my guest.

Let us carry this negotiation onsome other time.

My maid will let you knowwhen I'm next available.

Good day.

Baroness.

Patrick...

Do you know him?

Mr. Gibson...

He's a dealer.

In what?

Stolen art and jewelry.

Clarence.

I need informationon a second-rate art dealer.

A Mr. Gibson.

I think you oughtto see this first.

Who sent this?

I don't know.

There's no name or signature.

It must have been posted whenI went out to buy my luncheon.

"The diamond feather you seekcan be found

in Lord Fallon's writing desk."

I was in the middleof my speech,

just getting into my stride,and they told me to stop.

Whiskey, Ivy.

I tried to put my caseforward,

but they dismissed meout of hand.

It was agolden opportunity.

In New York, I could have beenanyone I wanted to be.

No one there knows meor who my father is.

It could have beena fresh start.

Did they give a reason?

Lack of experience, apparently.

It sounds like they're hopingfor someone

with more years of service,such as yourself, sir.

Are you trying toget rid of me, Detective?

Oh, of course not, sir.

You can always applyagain next year.

Just, just be patient.

You're right, sir.

You're always right.

I'd best get back.

The files keep rolling in

and I don't want Phelpsto accuse me of shirking.

Thank you, Miss Woods.

- Pleasure, Detective.

Oliver?

You're a good copper.

Don't forget that.

Thank you, sir.

That boy thinksthe world of you.

You'll make a good father.

Would you like familyof your own one day?

Can I speak my mind?

Will I need another whiskey?

Mm-hmm.

Given what you'vejust been through,

I'm sure you don't need meto tell you this,

but life is short--don't waste it.

I don't know what happened

between you and Arabella,

but I can take a good guessat the reason why it ended.

So don't you thinkit's about time you told her?

Told who?

I bribed one of the maidsas she was leaving.

Housekeeperhas the night off

and the Fallons are dueto go to the theater.

So, once they've left,the house will be empty.

It can't be this easy,can it?

A note justmiraculously tells us

where the diamond featheris hidden.

Well, we have toat least investigate.

Besides, Lord Fallon strikes meas a man with plenty of enemies.

Speaking of notes,

what did your men say about mein their letters?

I think it's best justto leave that be.

And, for the record,it was not your fault.

Thank you, Patrick.It was mine.

I should never have left youin charge.

What?!

Hup.

What do you mean you shouldnever have left me in charge?

This is not the time.

Let's find his desk.

See if the note was right.

Your men resigned because theydidn't want to work for a woman.

I didn't dismissa single one of them.

Apart from Matthews?

He was takingthree hours for lunch.

And Simpson?I didn't carefor his manner.

But aside from those two,I bear no responsibility.

And Peters?Fine.

I did dismiss some of them,and I don't regret it.

Good, 'cause they told methey would have left anyway.

What?Well, don't shootthe messenger.

Someone's coming.

This way.

Shall I have a look?See who it is?

Do what you want--you always do anyway.

This is no time to sulk!

I'm not sulking!

Ah.

If the diamond featherwas in Fallon's desk,

someone else has it now.

What time did youcome home last night?

I wasn't awareyou were my father.

I had, uh, I'd hoped to speakto you, that's all.

About what?If this is about you going home,

you're not well enough yet.

No, it's not that.

Oh, I know what it is.No, you don't.

But if you would justlisten for a moment...

It's Detective Fitzroy,isn't it?

He's told you who my client is--I do not need you lecturing me

about my safety, William.Eliza, will you please,

for once, just listen to whatI have to say?

Why? Who is your client?

Are you in danger?

Now's not the time, William.

I really must begetting to work.

If Lord Fallon did stealthe diamond feather,

then who stole it from him?

And we still needto find out

who sent the anonymousletter.

Agreed.

How curious-- we're halfwaythrough the morning,

and there's yet to bea cross word between us.

It's still early, Patrick.

I have a list of dealers whotrade in stolen luxury goods,

but I'm yet to find anythingon a Mr. Gibson.

Leave it with me.

I have an ideawhere we might find him.

Mr. Gibson, isn't it?

Who wants to know?

I'm a colleagueof Inspector Wellington.

I believe you onceassisted him on a case.

I've never heard of him.

Oh, really?

I must be mistaken.

Perhaps I should goand fetch him.

Uh, now, come to think of it,I do remember the inspector.

I thought you might.

So, how can I help you?

What's your businesswith Baroness Weichmann?

I've never heard of her.

I saw you meet herat her stables.

Oh.

She's requested your help

to sell a stolen artifact,perhaps.

I can assure you,

I trade onlyin legitimate goods,

sold with full provenance.

Well, that's curious,

since Inspector Wellingtonwas quite sure that you did

indeed trade in stolen goods.

Perhaps I should goand fetch him after all,

to clear this muddle up.

Well, the, the baroness hasoffered no stolen goods.

But I do pay hera small commission

to bring mewealthy ladies looking

to sell their possessions--discreetly.

Often without the knowledgeof their husbands.

And has the baronessearned her commission

and provided youwith any clients?

I've got a meeting with oneof them today at noon.

Who might this lucky lady be?

Her name's Fallon.

Lady Emily Fallon.

He assured me he'd come to theoffice immediately

after his meetingwith Lady Fallon

and confirm what it wasshe wishes to sell.

Do you trust him?

Not remotely.Nevertheless,

it's the best leadwe have.

Agreed.

Can you stop agreeingwith me?

It's most disconcerting.

Good afternoon.

It's Mr. Stafford,isn't it?

We have visitors.

Yes, thank you, Clarence.

Nice to see you again,Miss Scarlet, Mr. Nash.

So sorry to turn upwithout an appointment.

We were just on our wayto luncheon round the corner.

Jack's taking me to Gilbert's.

And as we were passing,I thought

why not drop in and getan update on the case?

Please be assured

it has our full attention,

and as soon as we haveany developments,

you'll be the first to know.

Hm.

Stafford,

take Mrs. Carterto the carriage.

So nice to see you again.

Mrs. Carter.

Word has got back to my familythat someone has stolen from me.

My brothers are dining outon how funny that is.

And I don't like to belaughed at, Mr. Nash.

Yes, I can see that.

So, you're gonna tell meeverything

you've found out so far.

We're still following up ondifferent lines of inquiry.

I want names,and addresses, and...

Jack! We're going to be late.

Just coming, my darling.

You've got one more day.

I'm going to the market.

I'll pick you up some nicepork chops for your dinner.

Ivy...

Do you have any writing paper?

Top drawer, right-hand side.

You'll find a pen in there, too.

Mm-hmm.

Convey my...

Convey?

For God's sake.

Our only lead is thiscrooked art dealer.

And if he's let us down,

tomorrow we'll face Carterempty-handed.

If his meeting with Lady Fallonwas at noon,

he should have been hereby now.

Please stop pacing,you're making me nervous.

Good-- I don't seewhy I should suffer alone.

I've brought some lunch!

Not now, Clarence.

Miss Scarlet and I are waitingfor this Gibson fellow,

even though there's a strongpossibility he will not show.

If he doesn't,it's not my fault.All of this is your fault.

Does this Mr. Gibsonwear spectacles?Yes.

And possess an abundanthead of hair?

Yes.

And does he have a somewhatpained expression,

presumably dueto a nervous disposition?

Yes.Yes.

Hm-- he's outside.

You took your time.

You have news on Lady Fallon?

She's seeking to financea divorce from her husband.

She got roomsat the Brabham Hotel.

Marlborough Suite.

Wants to meet there later,give me what she has to sell.

What exactly is itthat she wants to sell?

Admiral Nelson'sdiamond feather.

It's possible that Lord Fallondid steal the jewel

from Mr. Carter, but then what?

Lady Fallon stole itfrom her own husband?

Hm, perhaps.

But we still need to find outwho sent the anonymous note.

As requested,I checked at the Brabham.

The Marlborough Suite is indeed

where Lady Fallon regularlyvisits.

But the rooms are not paid forby her or her husband.

Well, who does pay for them?

Jack Carter.

So Lady Fallon and Carter

are having an affair?

Does that make sense to you?

Very little surprises meanymore.

I'm going to take another lookat Carter's file,

see if I can make any otherconnection to the Fallons.

Eliza.

William, what areyou doing here?

You should be at home, resting.

Yes.

I wanted to speak to you.

I did attempt to this morning.

Sorry, you just make me nervouswhen you start to question me.

But it was aboutmy current investigation.

No, it's about somethingelse entirely.

Something that I needto get off my chest.

But as a man ill at ease withgetting things off his chest,

I thought the best thing mightbe to, um...

To...

Gibson's just sent a message.

He's meetingLady Fallon at 4:00.

Well, that's in 20 minutes.

Mr. Nash is hailing downa cab.

Um...

This can wait-- you go.

Well...

Given you're clearlyfeeling a little better,

perhaps dinner this evening?

I'll make a reservationat Gilbert's.

We'll talk then.

I'll be home by 8:00, I promise.

You are in love with her.

Unless you canconvince me otherwise.

Well, I wish you luck.

And I say this out offriendship, not malice.

Eliza's ambitionwill outweigh everything,

even her feelings for you.

Nothing will ever be enoughfor her.

Certainly not the futureyou envisage.

Lady Fallon?

We know you havethe diamond feather.

I have no ideawhat you're talking about.

You kept it hidden here.

And this is where youplan to sell it.

No, no, don't!

Myself and Emily-- Lady Fallon--

we met through theMayfair ladies' society

and found we were both asunhappily married as each other.

Funny, innit?

My husband wants to be acceptedby the likes of Lord Fallon.

A man who beats his wifewhen he's had one too many.

You needed money to funda divorce,

so you stolethe diamond feather.

It was me who stole it.

I wanted to help Emily, butI also wanted to punish Jack.

I never even wantedto move to London.

I was happy where we were.

Where we both grew up.

We belonged.

And all I've had sinceI've come

to this cityis rejection and contempt.

And Emily's the only one who'sever shown me any kindness.

After the party, my husband hadhad too much to drink,

and when Maisie saw my bruises,she was upset.

She was meantto give me the jewel,

but instead, she put itin my husband's desk

and sent you the note.

I hoped you wouldtell Jack

and he would deal with Fallononce and for all.

With any luck,

Emily wouldn't have to sufferthe humiliation of a divorce

and instead she wouldbe a widow.

My husband is,oh, he is many things.

But I did not want his deathon my conscience.

So you stole it backfrom the desk.

If you tell Jackany of this...

Well, God knowswhat he'll do to me.

To both of us.

What do we tell Carter?

We can't tell him the truth,that's for sure.

But if we don't hand them over,Carter will come after us.

And I know it's selfishof me,

but I'd very much liketo carry on living.

What is it?

Carter's a wealthy man.

He could live anywherein the country,

and yet he chose to moveto London,

to join gentlemen's clubsand mix with lords and ladies.

Why would he do that?

Why are we discussingthis now, exactly?

The answer is becausehe wants to belong.

Is this you formulatinga plan?

If so, I do hope my survivalis factored into it.

I never doubted youfor a minute.

Now tell me.

Who took it?

Neither myselfnor Miss Scarlet

will be giving youthat information.

We've returned what is stolen,which is an end to the matter.

I will ask once more.

And it will be the last timeI do so politely.

We're more than aware ofthe threat you pose, Mr. Carter.

Making people disappear is aspeciality of yours, I believe.

A publican in Leeds.

A dock worker in Hull.

There are others, too--it's all in here.

You can keep this.

We've made numerous copiesof the same documents.

They're currently in a secretlocation and will be released

should any harm come to myselfor Mr. Nash.

You think the police don'tknow this already?

A bunch of rumor and hearsay?

If there were any evidence,I'd be in prison.

Well, it's not the policewe'd send it to.

It's the guestswho attended your party.

You chose to move to London,

to mix amongst the greatand the good.

Like your hero, Admiral Nelson,you wish to rise

to the very top of society.

But that will never happenif they know who you really are.

Rumor and hearsay have destroyed

greater men than you,Mr. Carter.

However,

it's our wish that yourreputation remain intact,

and that none of those you wishto impress learn any of this.

We will, of course,be expecting our fee.

Or, rather,double our fee, as agreed.

Splendid.

Well, then, we shall bid yougood day-- Mr. Nash?

Oh, I wish you'd beenthere, Clarence.

Carter didn't stand a chance.

To getting double our fee!

That is quite something,Miss Scarlet-- well done.

Thank you, Clarence.

That may be the first complimentyou've ever given me.

Oh, well!

I shall endeavor not to makea habit of it.

If you'll excuse me,

I'll go and add our latest feeto the balance sheet.

Of all those who wroteto me about you,

Clarence was themost complimentary.

Well, as complimentaryas he can ever be.

It's just a shamemy men didn't...

We're having a moment ofharmony, Patrick.

Please do not ruin it.

I was going to say,it's just a shame

my men didn't see youas I do.

As an exceptional detective

and a remarkable woman.

I should have stayed hereuntil you'd settled in.

So, I must takesome responsibility

for what happened.

Perhaps there were times where

I was a little high-handedwith your men.

What say we start again?

We'll hire new staff.

I'll fund it with the moneyfrom the Paris branch

and stay until thingsare running smoothly.

And we'll make Nash and Sonsgreat once more.

With your brains

and my good looks,I mean, how can we fail?

Oh, no.

Sorry, Patrick, I must go.

Thank you.

William?

Where are you going?

You're not well enoughto go home yet!

I'm not going home.

I've been to see the superand he's agreed.

I'm going to New York.

I'm taking the secondment.

For a year?

For a year.

Well...

This is because I was latefor dinner?

No.

This is because I love you.

It's a rare occurrence

that I cause youto be speechless.

Perhaps I should tell youthat I love you more often.

Well, you, you love me,and yet you're leaving?

Something has to change, Eliza.

Perhaps for you,

perhaps for me.

This will, uh, give us the timeto consider our options.

I, I don't understand.Yes, you do.

If we are to be together,

then I cannot remainat Scotland Yard

with you a private detective.

Nor can I be around you anymorewithout,

without being with you.

You have put mein an impossible situation.

So, this is my fault?

Yes.

This isn't goodbye.

It's goodbye for now.

You've not spokenof Inspector Wellington

since he's been gone.

You're clearly upset and angrywith him.

I'm not upset,nor am I angry.

If you are to run this agency,

you must first and foremostbe a businesswoman.

I'll not be returningto Paris

until you convince meyou understand this.

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