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BLAKE:Eliza, you arean excellent detective,

and I need your help.Go on.

It's going to be dangerous.

CLARENCE:Oh, you think it was murder.

LORD ROBERTS:Do you know this woman?

I can explain.

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I always find actions speaklouder than words.

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Eliza, what has changed?Everything!

BLAKE:This is a new dawn indeed.

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♪ ♪

(thunder claps)

(whimpers)

(click)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(rain pelting, thunder claps)

(fires)

(men cheering)

(laughing)

(laughs)

MAN:Come on!

You little beauty.

(exclaims)

(laughs)Cheers.

Come on, Jack.

Down it! Down it, Jack!

ALL (chanting):Down it! Down it! Down it!

Down it! Down it!Down it!

Down it! Down it! Down it!

(laughing and cheering)

(moans)

(laughing)

(coughs)

(laughing)

(coughing)

(moans softly)

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(groans)

(thunder rolling)

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There you are.

(church bells ringing)

Inspector Blake,I can explain.

Which part?

Drugging a dozen men

or stealinga priceless artifact?

It was eight men.

And I didn't steal anything.

I returned it tothe British Museum--

for a fee, I admit,but as soon as I had done so,

for a fee, I admit,but as soon as I had done so,

I immediately informedScotland Yard.

So, no harm done.You could have killed one,

if not all of them.

A little laudanum

never hurt anyone,Inspector Blake.

MAN:But Geraldine...

Perhaps we should continuethis conversation inside.

(door opens)

Perhaps I should haveforewarned you of my plan.

I'm sorry--do you forgive me?

No, not remotely.

We need to be discreet.

We'd betterclose the door, then.

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We need to be careful.

You cannot simply kiss me

in the middle ofmy hallway, Alexander.

You didn't seem to mind.

Oh, I just,

I just want to stayin this bubble forever.

No one else knowingor interfering.

Things are perfectas they are.

Mostly, yes.

What do you mean, mostly?

three casesin the past fortnight,

all of whichyou've turned down.

I've been extremely busy.

How does Clarence feelabout you turning down work?

He feels the painevery bit as much as I do.

Hm.

You didn't tell him, did you?

(sighs)

The truth is, I,

I worry what it will be likeworking together now.

As do I.

But there's only one wayto find out.

Yes, but I've never beenin this situation before.

I don't want anythingto ruin it.

IVY:Eliza!

(footsteps approaching)

Inspector Blake!

How nice to see you again.

Mrs. Potts.

I see more of you herethan I do at work.

(laughs)(chuckles)

(chuckles)IVY: What do you wantfor dinner?

Anything's fine.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

You're usually fussyabout what you have for dinner.

I should be getting back.

Yes.

Thank you for coming,Inspector Blake.

I'll be sure to speakto the accounts department

about my invoice.

Be sure that you do,Miss Scarlet.

I'll see you out,Inspector Blake.

Mrs. Potts.

Inspector Blake.

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I know that girl inside out,

I know that girl inside out,

and I've never seen herso happy.

And I havea sneaky inkling as to why.

Don't go asking me to sharemy inklings with you, Barnabus.

We both know whatyou're like with secrets.

Barnabus, you've hardlytouched your bacon.

(sighing):I cannot deny

I'm a little troubled,my dear.

Why? What's happened?

(sighs)

As you know,

I like to keep all themortuaries under my charge

spic and span.

(inhales)

However, recently,

chaos has begunto seep through the cracks.

Cracks caused,I'm sorry to say,

by our chief coroner.

Mr. Wormsley.

He's become a shadowof his former self.

He now arrives at work late,he leaves early.

His administrationhas become woeful indeed,

and on more than one occasion,

I have noticed a potent aromaof whiskey about him.

Oh, you must speak to him.

It's not fair to layextra work at your door.

Well, there's a strict chainof command one must respect,

my beloved.

If everyone went around

saying all that wason their minds,

there would be...Anarchy?

Precisely!

(sighs)

Then

all I can offer is a kiss.(sighs)

Might that sootheyour furrowed brow?

Yes, yes, my jewel, yes.

That may alleviatesome of my discomfort.

Huh.All right,see you later.

(sighs)

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(people talking in background)

Excuse me, I can't seemto find the clerical office.

I think it'sat the end of the corridor.

You think?

I've only been hereonce before.

It's my first day.

Really? Mine, too.

End of the corridor,you say?

On the right.

I think.

I'll give it a try,thank you.

Oh, good luck.

You, too.

Pardon.

Well, when is Mr. Wormsleydue in?

MAN (on phone):I don't know, he didn't say.

Very well--please let him know

that we're still waiting onthe postmortem from yesterday.

MAN:Yes, sir.

(knocks)

Come.

Detective Willowsreporting for duty, sir.

Yes, I'm well awarewho you are, Detective Willows.

Please.

(clears throat)

You, uh, seem to havesomething on your lapel.

(sighs)I do apologize, sir.

(sighs)I do apologize, sir.

Teething baby at home.

I didn't realizeyou were married.

It's complicated, sir.

So, giventhis is your first day,

normally I'd give you timeto find your feet,

but I'm afraid we're stilla couple of men short.

I think you metDetective Fitzroy

when you came infor your interview.

Yes, sir.Well, he's now left

to take the roleof senior detective

in the Birmingham force,and Detective Phelps is...

...is at theCity of London Police, sir.

Yeah, I have some mates there.

And what are they sayingabout him?

He's doing very well, sir.

You can speak freely.

He's a bit of a character,is what I hear, sir.

Indeed he is.

So, are you readyto get to work?

Yes, sir, very much so.

And thank you again,for giving me the job.

I won't let you down.

Glad to hear it.

Two dead bodiesfor our immediate attention.

One in a townhousein Mayfair,

the other in a cold,drafty alleyway in Kilburn.

If you want to makea good impression

on your first day,I would take...

The drafty alleywayin Kilburn, sir.

Mm, I believe you and I aregoing to get along just fine.

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(talking in background)

It's not that businesshas dried up completely,

but things have beenrather quiet,

particularly fromScotland Yard.

Yeah, things will pick up,Clarence.

They always do.

Well, yes, but we haven'thad a single case

from Scotland Yardfor some time now.

Well, it has beenunseasonably cold,

which, as you know, does havean effect on the crime levels.

Usually in such lean times,

you'd be accusingScotland Yard

of employingan alternative agency.

(chuckling):Usually, you'd be on your feetand out the door

to talk to the inspector.

Usually...Can you pleasestop saying "usually"?

This is about youand Inspector Blake,

isn't it?

I have no idea what you mean.

Oh, I think you do.

You

have offended himin some way,

and he's refusingto employ you.

Yes, your powers of deductionstill need honing, Clarence.

I can assure you,

Inspector Blake and Iare on the best of terms.

Professionally speaking.

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Now, can you please dropthat odd-looking frown?

It's very disconcerting.

She hasn't saida word, sir.

(breath trembling)

I'm Inspector Blakefrom Scotland Yard.

I believe it was youwho found the body.

(breath trembling)

Can you tell me your name?

(sobbing)

Take her backto the Yard.

(continues sobbing)

(continues sobbing)

Get her a cup of tea.

Yes, sir.

Come on, love.(sobbing)

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No evidence of a robbery.

(exhales)

No sign of a struggle.

Potassium bromide.

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WILLOWS:The victim's well-dressed.

There's no obvious signsof attack.

Doesn't look like a theft.

She's still got her purse.Yes, sir.

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Two bottlesof potassium bromide.

Two dead women.

A coincidence, sir?

Tell me about your lady.

Her name wasElizabeth Roper.

A passerby said

that she was having somesort of fit before she died.

Convulsions and such.

Hm.

I've asked uniform to dohouse-to-house inquiries.

I also havea potential witness.

A young woman.

She seems traumatizedby whatever she saw,

hasn't said a word--not even her name.

When I was at Bow Street,

if we had a female witnesswho was in shock,

we used to askone of the secretaries

to sit with her for a bit.

Do you have any ladiesyou could ask?

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An urgent requestfrom Scotland Yard?

That's welcome news indeed.(chuckles)

Shall I get you a cab?

Not yet, I'm, I'm thinking.

May I point out that you'vebeen reading the same telegram

for almost ten minutes now?

What if another casecomes in?

Something, something bigger,more lucrative.

I don't understand.

Well, it's a fairlysimple concept.

I don't understand,

because that's literallynever bothered you before.

Am I missing something, or...?(exhales)

Fine.

Fine, I'll go.

(people talking in background)

Miss Scarlet.

Inspector Blake.

Where is she?

Where is she?

(people talking, phones ringingin background)

(chuckles)

Would you like a cup of tea?

Coffee?

I know where they keepthe whiskey, if that helps.

There's no rush.

Take your time.

As I said,my name is Miss Scarlet,

but you can call me Eliza.

And you are?

My name's Sarah Mason.

She arrived at the houseof the deceased, Miss Quail,

at 25 past 8:00 this morning.

The door was ajar,and when no one answered,

she entered to find Miss Quailcollapsed on the floor.

What was her reasonfor going to Miss Quail's home?

Miss Mason is a secretaryto a doctor in Harley Street.

Doctor

Isambard Cole.

He was treating the deceasedfor a form of neuroses.

He sent Miss Masonto check on her

when she failed to attendan appointment last evening.

That is most comprehensive.

Thank you, Miss Scarlet.

I believe she's now readyto make a full statement.

I'll send my invoiceto the accounts department.

You're leaving?

You asked me to speakto your witness, and I have.

I'm sure you can take itfrom here.

No

persuasion or

manipulationto get me to hire you

on the rest of the case?

Well, this is a new dawn indeed,

and one I am ill-prepared for.

I'm trying to make the best

of a difficult situation,Alexander.

Believe me,it's not easy turning down work.

Eliza.

I don't want peopleto know about us, either.

Not yet, anyway.

But the fact is,

you are an excellentdetective,

and I need your help.

Are you trying to charm me?

Yes-- is it working?

(chuckles)(knock at door)

Come.

Detective Willows,this is Miss Scarlet.

I know who she is, sir.

It's nice to meet you,Miss Scarlet.

And you.I saw you in court once.

You were giving evidenceat the Jacobson trial.

You kept interrupting the judgeand you got fined.

Twice.

Only twice?

You have some informationon your poisoning?

I do, sir.

The deceased, Mrs. Roper,

she was under the careof a doctor at Harley Street.

He specializes intreating melancholia.

Dr. Isambard Cole,by any chance?

The very same.

So, both women wereprescribed potassium bromide

by the same doctor.

Yeah, it would seem that way.

We need to speak to this doctor

and contact the pharmacy thatsupplies him with the drugs.

There's also the postmortemof the two women

that need to be expedited.

Thank you, Miss Scarlet.

I'm quite aware of whatthe next steps should be.

I'm quite aware of whatthe next steps should be.

(inhales)

Do what she said.

Yes, sir.

Well, as you said,I can take it from here,

so, thank you againfor coming in.

Unless you do want to helpwith the investigation.

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I'm fine,thank you.

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So...

We'll say thatI'm here because

I interviewedhis secretary and

I've worked for Scotland Yardfor many years.

Even before you arrived,in fact,

so, be sure to mention that.

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm fine, it...

It's just our firstprofessional engagement since...

Well, you know, I just

want everything to go smoothly.

As do I.

After you.No.

Alexander, when we'reworking together,

it's best that you treat meas you would one of your men.

You can be politein our private time.

Perhaps you couldwrite a list

of what I'm meant to doand when.

(sighs)

Thank you.

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(knocking)

Two of my patients found dead?

Mrs. Roper collapsedin the street

and Miss Quail was found at homeby your secretary.

By Miss Mason?

The poor creature suffersfrom a nervous disposition.

She will bemost traumatized.

Well, yes, that's

why I interviewed her.

Because as a woman,Inspector Blake

thought it might help.

Since, well, Miss Mason

is also a woman.

(clock pendulum swinging)

Lady detective.

How curious.

Do you often work together?

I have a longstandingrelationship,

working relationship,with Scotland Yard,

not just Inspector Blake, so...

Well, that's why I'm here.

Both of the deceased

were found withthe same medication,

potassium bromide.

Was it youwho prescribed that?

To control the melancholiafrom which they both suffered.

They were also undergoinga course of electrotherapy.

I use the updated adaptationof the Pulvermacher's technique.

Oh.

Yes, I've read about this.

Patients are givenelectrical currents

that pass through the bodyto the brain.

It's, it's said to calmthe mind of agitation.

I, I told you about this.

At your office.

At Scotland Yard.

Yes, Miss Scarlet.

Thank youfor reminding me.

Particularly of the locationof said conversation.

Particularly of the locationof said conversation.

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Elizabeth Roper was seento have some kind of convulsion

before she died.

Could this be linkedto the treatment?

Mild convulsions only occur

whilst the electric currentis being administered.

As for the potassium bromide,

it is possible, I suppose,

but it would be an extremeand unusual side effect.

Could someone have tamperedwith the medication?

Unlikely.

I receive it sealed fromthe pharmaceutical supplier.

I then administerthe dosage myself.

We will need a listof all other patients

prescribed withpotassium bromide.

Yes, of course.

BLAKE:It may not be a factor, but

until we see the postmortem,we cannot be sure.

Yes.

You mentioned thatyour secretary, Miss Mason,

suffers froma nervous condition.

Is she alsoon this medication?

Yes, she is.

I'll add her to the list.

I'll speak to Miss Mason,whilst

you and your men track downthe other patients.

What?

You are so intent onkeeping our relationship secret

that you're in dangerof broadcasting

the very thingyou're trying to conceal.

Yes, perhaps I am beinga little overly cautious.

My nerves werea little frayed in there.

Really? I had no idea.

I'll go and visitMiss Mason.

Would you like a lift?

No, no, no, no.

The less we're seen together,the better.

Good day, Inspector Blake.

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Oh...

(breathes deeply)

Hold the door, please!

Good day, Mr. Potts.

Ah, Detective Willows.

Unaccustomed to seeing youwithin these hallowed walls.

Transferred from Bow Street--it's my first day today.

Best of Britishto you.

Actually, I was justcoming to see you.

for the two womenbrought in this morning.

Well, I'll send word as soon asthe examinations are completed,

but I must warn you,we are running

very much behind today.

Hence why I'm here.

Have you perchanceseen Mr. Wormsley?

Afraid not.(sighs)

I can find hide nor hair of him.

If you do happen upon him,

please impressthat he is needed

at the mortuarymost precipitously.

And do use that word.

I'll do my best, Mr. Potts.

Thank you!

(door opens and closes)

Hello again.

Did you find it,the clerical office?

I did-- you're a lifesaver.Thanks so much.

How's your first day?

So far, so good.

Glad to hear it.

I didn't get your name.

Willows, Detective Willows.

George Willows.

It's a lot of names.

I'm just Isabel.

Well, Isabel Summers.

Nice to meet you,Detective George Willows.

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(people shouting in distance)

Miss Mason?

(knocking)

Miss Mason?

(floorboard creaks)

(pistol cocks)

Who are you?

(footsteps approaching)

(man grunts)(yelps)

(gasping)

Do you know that man?

I believe so.

(exhales)

I don't know his name,

but he's a patientof Dr. Cole's.

I remember seeing hima couple of weeks back.

He came to see Dr. Cole.

What did he want with me?

Well,

we can't be certain,

but there's a chancethat the two women who died

had their medicationpoisoned.

Two women?

Another of Dr. Cole'spatients has died,

as well as Miss Quail?

Yes, a Mrs. Elizabeth Roper.

And you think the medicationmay have killed them?

Well, we're still waitingon the postmortem report.

I think you should stoptaking your tablets

until we know more.

May I ask why you'retaking the medication?

Life has beena struggle for me.

I grew up in an orphanage.

And then the workhouse.

And when I came of age,I left to work in a laundry,

which is where Dr. Coletook pity on me.

He took me in.

First as a housemaid,

and then he trained meas his secretary.

He taught me to read and write.

A father couldn't havedone more.

(breath trembles)

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You're having electrotherapy?

It helps me tremendously.

Dr. Cole administers it.

He'll know the nameof the man you found here.

COLE:Sounds like the man you describeis Zebediah Sawyer.

He's a longstandingpatient of mine.

Poor creatureplagued by demonic voices

telling himto cause people harm.

When was the last timeyou saw him?

Last week.

He turned up at my doorin an agitated state.

We'd started a courseof electrotherapy

a few days earlier,

and he was adamantit had made him worse.

I offered to help him,but he wouldn't listen.

I offered to help him,but he wouldn't listen.

He was in a blind rage.

Enough to wish harmon you?

An act of revenge, perhaps?

Zebediah developed his conditionin his early 20s.

But before that, he wasa functioning member of society.

He had several different jobs,including

being a clerkat a pharmacist's store.

Could he have the skillto tamper

with the medicationyou prescribed?

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The bottles you foundon the dead women,

could I see them?

BLAKE:Both bottlesare wrongly labeled.

According to Dr. Cole,one tablet of potassium bromide

is the standard daily dose.

These labels say five tablets,a potentially lethal amount.

Luckily, these arethe only bottles affected.

The other patientsall had the correct dose.

So, this Zebediah Sawyertampered with the labels.

Perhaps as revenge

on the doctorwho failed to cure him.

It seems so.

(exhales)

Any news on the postmortems?

Still waiting, sir.

What on Earth's going onat the city mortuary?

I saw Mr. Potts earlier.

He was lookingfor Mr. Wormsley.

Grayson, get yourselfdown to the city mortuary,

find out what'sgoing on over there.Yes, sir.

(sighs)

(both talking softly)

Do we have an addressfor Zebediah Sawyer?

There are at least12 known addresses.

The man moved around a lot.

It would save timeif we took a few each.

No, you will remain here.

What? Why?

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Miss Scarlet, the man we arehunting is extremely dangerous.

Then I will be careful.

As we all will.

I have many resourcesfor such scenarios.

I will take some hired musclewith me.

(cats howling,dogs barking in distance)

Oh, you do bring meto the nicest places.

(glass shatters, men laugh)Travel broadens the mind,Clarence.

Only two more to go.

(cats howling)

What's the next address?Uh, it's justa few doors down.

This Zebediah Sawyerclearly likes this neighborhood.

(man shouting, glass rolling)I'm curious, why did youbring me along with you?

I promised Inspector Blakethat I wouldn't go alone.

Yes, but that's my point.

You've lied to the inspectormany times before.

Well, it's a habitthat I wish to break.

Why? What's changed?

Nothing's changed.

I just want to tell InspectorBlake the truth, that's all.

"Premises moved

to Belmont Street."

What?

So, you told the inspectorthat I'm your hired muscle?

No, of course not.

Well, then, that's hardlytelling him the truth, is it?

Can we please just concentrateon the matter in hand?

You stay here, visit the publichouses and the streets around.

See what you can find out.

Apparently,the man's a heavy drinker.

I'll go to thisBelmont Street boarding house,

see if there's beenany sign of him.

(men shouting, glass breaking)You're sending meto the roughest pubs

this side of the cityto look for a heavy drinker

this side of the cityto look for a heavy drinker

who hears demonic voicestelling him to kill people?

I'll meet you backat the office first thing.

If you don't show up,I'll send out a search party.

How does that sound?

Unsatisfactory.

WOMAN:Evening, love!

(dog barking)

(men shouting)

WILLOWS:I'm lookingfor Mrs. Potts.

You've found her.

I've been sentto give you this.

We need to put outan appeal for information

on a mannamed Zebediah Sawyer.

This needs typing upand circulating.

Consider it done--and you are?

Good evening,Detective Willows.Miss Summers.

How are you settling in?

Yeah, there's a lot to learn,but I think I'm getting there.

She's doing very wellindeed.

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Was there anything else,Detective Willows?

No.

That's all.

Thank you.

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(footsteps approaching)

Sir?

Where have you been all day?

I had to go aheadand find an interim coroner

in your stead.

Not now, Potts.

Yes, now, Mr. Wormsley,if you please!

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Sorry, sir.

But I can hold my tongueno longer.

Things need to be said

before the good reputationof this mortuary

is forever tarnished.

WORMSLEY:Get out and stay out!

What the...

I...

Thank you for your time.

If there's any sightingat all of Mr. Sawyer,

then please contactthe police immediately.

He's extremely dangerous.

(dog barking in distance)

(wood creaks)

(barking continues)

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(dogs barking)

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I have a revolver,and I'm not afraid to use it.

(panting)

Well, I'd really ratheryou didn't.

Alexander!

WILLOWS:Miss Scarlet.

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Uh...

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I made myself lookan idiot.

BLAKE:You're overreacting.

Do you have any ideahow hard it's been for me

to build my reputation,

only to act likesome damsel in distress?

I even called you Alexander!

Detective Willows won't care.

He'll put it downto you being scared witless.

Which, by the way,is allowed,

since you are a mere mortal,like the rest of us.

I am tying myself in knotsthinking,

what should I say,what should I do?

How would I behaveif I were a normal detective?

When exactly were you normal?

I'm more concernedthat you put yourself at risk.

It was only luckthat I was there.

Belmont Lodging Housewas on my list.

You said you wouldn'tgo alone.

I wasn't alone.

Clarence was with mefor most of the time.

Clarence was your hired muscle?

Years of carrying ledgershas not gone to waste.

He's stronger than he looks.

(exhales)

And now I feel guiltyabout lying to you.

You see, this is impossible--we cannot work together!

Eliza.(grunts)

You're overreacting.

(door opens)

One of the lads just came by

with a message for you,Inspector.

Thank you, Mrs. Potts.Mm.

I have to go.

(door closes)

I've made a decision.

I will no longer workon the case.

Don't be ridiculous.

I want our

courtship, romance,whatever you want to call it,

to have a fighting chance.

This is the best way.

Well, for what it's worth,I think you're wrong.

No one knows about us, Eliza.

(exhales)BLAKE: But you must dowhat's right for you.

Have I not been like a motherto that girl?

Have I not been the one to pickher up when she grazed her knee?

Or dried her eyeswhen Arabella Herbert

called her the cruelestof names?

Or defended her to her father

when she was expelledfrom college, again?

Yet she tells me nothing--nothing!

How was your day?Hm?

Oh, I was dismissed.

Mr. Wormsleyfinally arrived at work

at 5:00 this evening-- 5:00!

Well, I could take no more, soI gave him a piece of my mind.

Oh, Barnabus, I am sorry.He would not even

allow me to collect my things.

Threw me out like a vagrant!Ruined my hat!

And do you knowwhat else he called me?

A vexatious buffoon!

Well, you wait and seewhat I call him

if I ever set eyeson that man.

30 years I have givento the city mortuary.

And now, for the first timein my life, I'm...

I'm unemployed.

(whimpers)

Why don't you get outof these work clothes?

Why don't you get outof these work clothes?

And I'll make youa nice dinner.

Then we shall talk thingsthrough over a glass of sherry

by the fire.

(kisses)Yes.

ELIZA:Good evening.

Would that it were.

(sighs)

What's wrongwith Barnabus?

He's been sacked.

Sacked?!That's what I said.

What's wrong with you?

Is there anythingyou'd like to tell me?

Like what?

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Dinner will be in an hour.

Very well.

(buoy bell rings)

WILLOWS:Good evening, sir.

BLAKE:Detective Willows.

What have we got?

WILLOWS:He was pulled outabout an hour ago.

There's a gunshot woundto the head.

BLAKE:And do we know who he is?

I think this is our man, sir.

He certainly fitsthe description.

(buoy bell rings)

COLE (sighs):Zebediah.

What did you do?

You can confirm that thisis your patient Zebediah Sawyer?

It is.

Is it possible that he couldhave taken his own life?

The gunshot seems to havebeen at close range.

On more than one occasion,he expressed suicidal thoughts.

That's why we startedthe course of electrotherapy,

but his drinkingexacerbated his symptoms.

I tried to persuade himto stop.

But he had a chaotic mind.

It's late.

I'll come by in the morningto take a full statement.

Get some rest, Doctor.

I did everythingI could to help him.

But over the years,I've come to realize that,

that some peopleare beyond help.

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ELIZA:It's not like you to forgetyour key, Clarence.

It's not like me to be sufferingfrom alcohol poisoning.

As requested,

I visited all the public housesof the Seven Dials last night

in searchof this Zebediah Sawyer.

In one particularlygrotty establishment

called the Plague Pitt,

I ran into a spot of botherwith some of the locals.

I honestly thinkI would have been safer

in an actual plague pit.

I had to buy five rounds of...

(moans)...the roughest whiskeyfor the whole pub.

That is the only reasonI am still alive.

(chuckles)Well...

(lock turning)

Thank you for your efforts,

but Scotland Yard are no longerin need of our services.

but Scotland Yard are no longerin need of our services.

What? Why not?

Well...

Because I've just receiveda telegram from Inspector Blake.

A body was foundon the riverbank last night

and identifiedas Zebediah Sawyer.

Really?

Clarence, will you pleasestop questioning me

every time I mention ScotlandYard or Inspector Blake?

All I was going to say is

that according to my new friendsat the Plague Pitt,

Mr. Sawyer is very much alive.

What?Yes.

He's awaiting sentencingin Manchester County Prison.

(groans)

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(knock at door)

Barnabus.

I heard about your dismissal--I'm sorry.

(quietly):Yeah.

I've been instructed to come byto pick up my personal effects.

Do you happen to know ifMr. Wormsley is in attendance?

Well, no one appears to behere-- the door was left open.

(sighs)I fear Mr. Wormsley's gone out

and left the door on the latch.

Not for the first time.(chuckles)

I'm pleased that you're here,because I need your assistance.

I'd like to lookat the photographs

of two recent postmortems--

the dead women broughtin yesterday.

I'm afraidthat as a former employee,

I'm no longer permitted accessto the premises.

Well, I won't tellif you don't.

That would be a severe breachof protocol.

I simply cannot, no.

Mm, no, of course not.

(sighs)

Well, I am here onofficial police business,

so perhaps if you assist me,

then I can grant youpermission.

And you do need to collectyour things, do you not?

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(exhales)

Very well.

(clears throat)

Miss Scarlet,would you be so kind

as to grant me permissionto enter the city mortuary?

Permission granted, Mr. Potts.

(sighs)

Now then, I need your brain.

Thank you!

(knocks)

(gun fires)

Dr. Cole?

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(Cole gasping and groaning)

(groaning, panting)

Miss Mason.

Sarah.

Please put the gun down.

Whatever's happened,we can talk it through.

Talk to him.(pistol cocks)

Not me.

He's the liar.

He's the one that's liedagain and again

and again!

Put the weapon down,Miss Mason.(panting)

(crying)

(sobs)

Sarah is my daughter.

Her mother was an inmateat an asylum

where I wasthe residing physician.

She was so beautiful.

So fragile.

We fell in love.

I knew it was wrong,

which is why I leftmy position

and I never saw her again.

I had no ideashe was with child.

Or that she died in childbirth.

I only found out years laterthrough some research

I was carrying outat the Woolwich Workhouse.

There I found a file on Sarah.

By that time she had left, but

I was determined to find her.

I was working in a laundry.

It was a miserable existence.

One day,

Dr. Cole came to do a study

on the health of the girlsthat worked there.

He seemed to feel sorry for mein particular and took me in.

He never told mewho he really was.

ELIZA:The man lying in the mortuary

isn't your patientZebediah Sawyer, is he?

Unlike the two women, he doesn'thave the marks on his wrists

from the electrotherapyyou said you'd given him.

His name is Franklin Sloan.

He's a private detectivewho helped me track Sarah down.

Two weeks ago, he showed upat my door, drunk.

He had gambling debtsand tried to blackmail me.

I refused to pay him,

but when I found outhe'd visited Sarah,

I knew he would reveal to herwho I really was.

BLAKE:Which is when you hadthe idea to blame him

for the deathsof the two women.

You gave him the identityof a past patient

You gave him the identityof a past patient

you knew was locked upin Manchester prison.

So if Sloan didn't poison them,who did?

(voice trembling):It was me.

I made a mistake.

Got confused by the differentmedicine dosages

and mixed up the informationon the labels.

All of this, it's my fault.

(crying)

I am the one to blame,not Sarah.

The poor child had not longlearned to read and write.

I pushed her too hard.

Gave her too muchresponsibility.

I was just so proud of her.

So, you blamed Sloanto protect your daughter.

And then you killed him.

Not before he told Miss Masonthe truth.

This morning,I woke up to find an envelope

had been slipped under my doorin the night.

In it was a filewhere I learnt that...

...Dr. Cole was my father.

I was so angry and confused.

In a rage,she picked up my revolver.

She didn't mean to hurt me.

The same revolver you usedto put a bullet in Sloan's head.

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So, what happens now?

Well, giventhe circumstances,

if Miss Mason puts ina guilty plea,

I'm fairly sureshe'll avoid a prison sentence.

Dr. Cole,on the other hand...

Do you still have that whiskeyin your office?

Are you suggesting being seenentering my office?

Together?Very funny.

Good night,Detective Willows.

Miss Summers--good night to you.

Was there anything elseyou wanted to say to me?

Or ask me?

(stammers):No, I don't think so.

Shame.

Because I'm free this evening.

I'm afraid I'm not.

I have to pick up the babyfrom the minder's.

Oh, I, I didn't realize...

She's not mine.

She's my sister's--she lives with me.

It's a long story.

Well, good night,Detective Willows.

But

I'm free tomorrow night.

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BLAKE:I'm glad you changed your mindabout working the case.

BLAKE:I'm glad you changed your mindabout working the case.

The outcome could havebeen very different.

You would haveworked it out.

Probably, yes.

Eliza.

You don't need to say it.

You don't knowwhat I was going to say.

You were going to say

that me believing I couldkeep us in some sort of bubble

is not only childish,but unrealistic.

I was going to say,

as an ex-military man,

structure and controlrun through my veins.

But over the years,I've learnt

that trying to controltoo much of your life

is futile.

And when you stoptrying to do so,

that's where the real freedomlies.

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Oh, and there'sone more thing.

Goodness, I don't know how muchmore wisdom I can take.

(laughs)

The burden of this situationmight be eased

if you were to confidein someone.

Someone other than me.

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Barnabus!

(singing wordlessly)

Barnabus!

Ah!

You're cooking dinner?

Indeed I am, my beloved.

Now, sit down,put your feet up,

and I'll go and fetch youa nice glass of sherry.

What's broughtall of this on?

I've decided there'sno point in moping about,

so until I receive a fulland satisfactory apology

from Mr. Wormsley,

I shall be in chargeof household duties.

Oh!

I'm rather looking forward

to giving this kitchena spring clean.

Perhaps evena little rearranging.

Oh, so, the stew...

Gently simmering.

So, before I add my dumplings,

just enough time to fetchthat sherry bottle, my jewel.

(laughing)(laughs)

Oh! Scusie me!(chuckles)

(humming)Nice to see himso contented again.

Mm-hmm.

Ivy, there's somethingthat I need to tell you

about myselfand Inspector Blake.

I'm listening.

Well, he's coming to dinner,

so we needto set an extra place.

And?

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And

we are currently enjoyinga quiet, very private

courtship.

Goodness me, I had no idea.

You're a terrible liar.

And you shouldn'thave kept it from me!

And you shouldn'tbe listening at doors.

You and Inspector Blake!

That is music to my ears.

But please, keep itto yourself for now.

We're still working outour arrangement.

We're still working outour arrangement.

My lips are sealed.

Bottle o' sherry!

(chuckles)

IVY:Barnabus, Inspector Blakeis joining us for dinner.

Ah!

I invited him.

The more the merrier!

We can enjoya nice long game

of gin rummy after dinner.

The four of us, all evening,putting the world to rights!

Oh, won't that be marvelous?

Marvelous!(chuckling)

Marvelous.

(click)

What is a typical Forsyte?

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Brace yourself.(laughs)

You're about to discover.

♪ ♪

Something rather exciting.(cheering)

What more does one need?

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JUNE:How splendid.

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(grunts)

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SOAMES: And it will be all

that you've dreamed of and more.

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BLAKE:When was the body discovered?

Two hours agoby a passerby.

The crime scene was morechallenging than usual.

Crime scene?

What happened to our agreement

not to discuss workduring our private time?

WILLOWS:Do you think it's all right

for a copper to beromantically involved

with a lady he works with?

Well, if you have somethingto say,

Detective Willows,then say it.

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