All language subtitles for Miss.Scarlet.and.the.Duke.S02E05.720p.WEB.x265-MiNX

Hello Inspector

Aye mate

g' morning Duke

g' morning joe

Morning inspector.
Mister Christian

here ya' go
... OK

anything I need to know?

No... not today

Well, keep your eyes peeled

And a new day Violet

Cedric

Morning sir

do we have a meeting?

Sit down.

Do we have a problem?

Take a seat, aye?

Now... I know we've not always seen eye to eye,

but I try not to let personal feelings

get in the way of professional decisions.

Which is why I'm recommending you

for a promotion.

So?
A vacancy for Chief Inspector has come up, I put a good one in for you.

The job is yours.

Well, thank you very much, sir.

Well, it's about time
you received the recognition you deserve.

Well done, laddie.
Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

There will be a few more pennies in the bank too.

We'll need to talk that through
with Superintendent McNeill... but ahhhh

Why Superintendent McNeill?
Promotion is to the Glasgow Force, you'll be leaving end of the month

The Glasgow Force?

Nice to get back to the old hometown.

Well, then done again, laddie.

Sir... I would like some time to think

about it.

Well, I'm off to Manchester
for a couple of days.

Give me an answer when I get back.

Mr. Victor Latchman.
None.

Lord Alexander Lipton.
No

Sir Thomas Pembroke, Marquis of Bath

No, nothing.

Not a single piece of scandal
on any of them?

Well, the uncle of the Lipton man
has been throwing his money around town.

On what?
To hospitals.

And a factory making clothes for the poor.

They've been doing this for weeks now.

Why you care what they've been up to?

Mrs. Parker pays me to do background
checks

on potential husbands for her niece.

She wants to know if they're suitable.

And I promised Hattie to find reasons
why they are unsuitable.

She wishes to marry someone of her own choosing, and her aunt...
Well

you need to find someone else to do your yard digging.

I'm done.

I know it's unethical, but Hattie has had such a sheltered life?

I don't care about the ethics.

it's boring.

Boring?

They're all the same men with the same families
and the same lives.

There are better uses of my time.

I have a reputation to protect.

Since are you asking for more money?

No. It be about professional pride. Why?

How much are you offering?

You're right.

There are much better uses of our time.

I'm seeing Hattie presently.

I will tell her to speak to her aunt.

I'm happy to have a word with Mrs Parker myself

if the money is right.

Now, that is something
I would love to see.

Inspector.

Moses.

What does he want?

We're working a case together.

What kind of case?

Is that a new waistcoat?

Very smart.

No. Are you aware
how often you change the subject

when you don't
wish to talk about something?

I'm glad you are here I have a favor to ask.

Proves my point.
Do you have plans on Thursday evening?

Ivy is insisting that Mr Potts, or Barnabas comes to dinner.

There's no way
I can handle that alone.

Eliza?
Yes he's his on own anyway.

Never mind that I am.

I need to speak to you about something.

Do you mind if I hail a cab while we talk?

Kathy Park is calling around
and I'm running late.

Yes... fine.

So, um.

So I was at work this morning.

This isn't going to be about Moses, is it?

No, it is not about Moses.

Even though you insist on associating with known criminals.
This is about Moses.

I didn't come here to speak to you
about Moses.

Or Barnabas bloody Potts.

I've.

I've been offered a promotion.

Chief Inspector.
William?

That's wonderful news.

Congratulations.

The job is in Glasgow.

Oh, I see.

That's a shame.

Never mind.

Is that all you are going to say?

What else is there to say?

Well it is in Glasgow.

Allies of Scotland.

I'm well aware where Glasgow is.

You're plainly not going to take it. So.

How do you know
William? I say this as a friend.

Since I've known you.

You've been offered many different jobs.

Any that are outside of London.

We've always turned down.
Yes.

but this is a promotion to Chief Inspector.

As for the job in Nottingham,
I seem to remember

we've had this conversation
on at least three occasions.

And each time
you agonize over the decision

and in the end you decide to stay.

and why not? You're "comfortable" here.

Comfortable.
It was a poor choice of words.

For your information, I'm
seriously thinking about taking this job.

And yes, I'm
well aware that I've said that before.

William!

My aunt has given me yet another list of potential husbands.

I'm running out of reasons as to why are unsuitable.

You must speak to her Hattie and tell her
you do not wish to marry yet.

It is not that I do not wish to marry.

It's just I do not wish to marry
someone who does not wish to marry me.

They want to marry for love.
Yes,

but my aunt thinks I'm fanciful.

Harriet, she says
you do not have the luxury of time.

Or looks to wait for love.

How could she possibly understand?

Everyone is in love with her.

You're a grown woman.

You must stand up for yourself.
I do try.

but you'd be surprised how determined she can be.

... as you

You are a lovely young woman.

Any man would be lucky
to have you as their wife.

Do you think so?
Absolutely.

I will tell my aunt I do not wish to wed.

And that is that

Papa left me some money.

Perhaps I could set up my own house.

There may be financial implications,
but as you say, Eliza,

I'm a grown woman and I will find a way.

Won't I?
You will?

I will go and see Mr Norris,
our family accountant.

He will tell me which purse strings my aunt controls.

So that is a plan.

Is it?

It is.
Will you come with me?

I have every faith
that you can do this on your own.

So that is a definite no?
Yes.

And you will not change your mind?
No.

Thank you for changing your mind.

Must be careful what to say to Mr Norris.

He's rather enamored with my aunt.
Right?

Oh, yes. She has many admirers.

She's a very handsome woman.

It's a mystery how she remains alone.

Mr Norris?

I'll wait here.
You sure you do wish to come in?

Mr Norris?

Mr Norris?

It's Miss Parker. Mr Norris?

Mr Norris?

Fetch the police.

Now Hattie!

Rigor mortis sets in about 2 hours after death

first with the muscles around the face and jaw
and then it progresses outwards

to the rest of the body.

This all feels so very familiar.

Prescott I seem to remember asking you
to accompany Ms Parker

back to Scotland Yard to give a statement.

not just familiar... but "staged".

But why go to all the effort?

Try moving his wrists

completely rigid.

Full rigor mortis takes 14 to 18 hours

to develop, which puts the time of death
at some point last night.

it's only a rough guide of course

we can't tell the exact time.
A quarter to Midnight.

I stand corrected.

Miss Scarlet clearly has developed a new
technique unknown to medical science.

It's called using your eyes.

The clock has been stopped.

No, it has stopped.

You do not know it has been stopped.

William.
Inspector Wellington.

This entire scene
is exactly as it was in the novel.

What novel?

A Quarter to Midnight by Samuel Barber.

You heard about it? No.

No, enlighten me.

For a few years since I read it,

I would swear everything in this room
is precisely as it was in the book.

The bloodstained lily,

the knife in the neck,

the arrangement of his hand on his chest,

and the clock stopped at a quarter to midnight.

You really should read more.
I read plenty,

just not that particular book.

I've not read it either.

Thank you, Detective Fitzroy.

Although I do read
at least one book a week.

At the moment I'm working
through the Russian study, the Goncharov.

Go make yourself useful.

See if there's a visitor's book
or a list of his appointments.

find out who was last in here.

Miss Scarlet... a word?

Go back to Scotland Yard.

Make a statement.

But I can be of much more use here.

Will you just do what I ask?

This is about your job offer, isn't it?

You're annoyed with what I said.

As I am so often
annoyed with what you've said,

it's hard to keep track.

When I said you were comfortable.

You meant I lacked ambition.

No, of course not

only that your life is arranged
as you like it.

You're settled.

That sounds even more insulting
than comfortable.

I think it's best
if we cease to discuss this.

I will let you know my decision
when I have come to it.

All right. but can I just say?
No.

Now go back to Scotland Yard

and ask for Phelps.

That book.

The one you think the murderer imitated.

You said it was from by Samuel Bedborough.

That's right. Why?

The victim was his accountant.

I do not see what the problem is.

I'm not hiring you.
Just hear me out.

Firstly, I've read every Samuel Bedborough novel,
I'm a huge fan of his work.

Secondly,

if you don't hire me, Hattie Parker surely will.

Mr Norris was a friend of her aunt.

Surely it's better to share information
and resources.

and if not for me but then for the taxpayers of London.

Oh, you're so selfless, Eliza.

It is a cross I must bear.

So... is that a yes?

How much is your fee?

On second thoughts,
let's forgo the haggling and think of

the first amount you were going to say.

That seems fair.

Good.

Now halve that.

He could not be distracted

once his mind was focused on a task.

There was nothing that could break

his chain of thought,
not the shattering of the window

downstairs,
not the footsteps in the hallway.

When at last he looked up,

he saw a blade glistening in the moonlight

and felt the cold steel pierce

his heart.

Thus concludes

Chapter three.

Thank you, Mr.

Bedborough, for once again
gracing our humble

book shop with such a wonderful reading.

Now, if you would like to form
an orderly queue, Mr Bedborough

will gladly sign copies of his book

as long as they have been purchased here of course.

I...

No, no, no.

Outside please...

I need to speak to Mr Bedborough...

This event is for ticket holders only.

I'm inspector Wellington of Scotland Yard.

I'm here on police business.
And yet you brought your wife.

She's not my wife.

I am a private detective assisting Scotland Yard
with their inquiries.

I've heard many excuses in my time,
but that...

Oh for God's sake,
I haven't even read any of his damn books.

I have.

I am Ms Bedborough

Samuel's sister.

Is something wrong?

I need to speak to your brother right away.

When did this happen?

We believe Mr Norris was killed last night.

Can you think of anyone who might wish
to do him harm?

He always seem to be
a perfectly decent man.

In truth, I didn't know him well.

He was a business acquaintance.

We only met a few times a year.

When was the last time?

A few weeks ago.

I couldn't say for sure.

As we mentioned,
we believe the crime scene was arranged

to resemble the murders in quarter to midnight.
How extraordinary.

You understand that.

I have to ask you about your own movements last night, so...
Why?

It's a standard question, Samuel.

I ask it of everyone.

I have a suite at the Belfort hotel.

I'm staying there
whilst I finish my latest novel.

And were you alone?

You mean apart from the 50 staff
and 300 guests.

Samuel.

My sister and I had dinner
and then I wrote all night.

I'm rather late delivering
my latest novel.

Is it true you once finished a manuscript
in the carriage

on the way to the publishers?

I woeful about deadlines,
but I have no need for Muse or Mood.

I can write any time or any place.
You enjoy my novels?

Very much so, yes.

In fact, quarter to midnight
is my favorite.

Oh, I haven't read that
particular one, but

I did enjoy Curse of the Crimson Shadow.

That was not me.

Quarter to Midnight.

It's based on Bedborough's own life.

He spent years as an unpublished writer
before finally enjoying success.

Writer in the novel is

under pressure to deliver his latest book
and slowly starts going insane.

Believes his two best friends
want to put him in an asylum

so he kills them both.

But like Macbeth,
he is unable to live with the guilt.

You do know the story of.

Yes, Eliza, I know the story of Macbeth.

My apologies.

Anyway,

when the author in the novel was a child,
his parents died of scarlet fever.

As a boy, he witnessed them
laid out in their coffins at home,

each holding a lily.

The clock in his office
about a quarter to midnight,

which is the exact time of two murders
in the book take place,

but on separate nights.

So if someone is that keen to replicate the
book then it is possible they could kill again.

It's possible. Yes.

Do we know any more about our victim?

Edward Norris, 52 years old, sooooo

unmarried, Fond memories out of respect from the countless
hundred or so clients

that we're busy tracking down.

I'm going to read the book again.

See if there's anything we've missed.

May I suggest you do the same?

Fitzroy?

Everything you have so far on Norris
and his associates.

Right away, sir.

Oh, and give me a brief synopsis
on the story of Macbeth.

A couple of pages should do it.
You will have it, sir.

When the hurly burly is done,
when the battle's lost and won.

... make that ONE page.

Yes, sir.

This is Mr Bedborough's most famous work.

but have you considered
beginning with the Loan in Greenwich,

which should be here somewhere?

Yes. I'll read that straight after this.

Miss Willoughby.

Might I recommend that you read it first?

They do make a wonderful pair.

Such vivid prose.

I could recite every line.

I think I'll just start with this one for now.

You know, what am I saying?

I would also recommend The Jagged Tear

But perhaps I should just get you
his complete works.

How does that sound?
Expensive.

May I ask why... why you wanted to speak to Mr Bedborough?

I can't discuss that I am afraid.

I knew there was something wrong
as soon as he came in.

He usually turns up to readings
in a wonderful mood.

But today he was

rather withdrawn and upset.

And this was before I spoke to him.
Yes.

I've never seen him like that before.

I do hope everything is all right.

Would you like them wrapped?

Want one

from us, skipper?

Naw, I need to concentrate.

Got you one anyway.

Not like you.

It is for the Norris case,

Did not have you down as much of a reader,

but from the sporting past.

You want something, Charlie?

No. Just seeing how you are.

If there's any news.

In the ten years

we've worked together, I don't think
you've ever bought me a drink.

People change.
People do.

But you don't.

What do you want?

I heard the Superintendent talking to you about a promotion.

I was just passing.

Passing?
And I was thinking

if you did take it,
you might put in a word for me

to take over from you.

Your sneakiness

is not your strong point is it?

I've got a wife and four kids.

Five kids.

I can't afford to be sodded.

I know you've had offers in the past
and turned them down.

But you're not getting any younger...
neither of us are.

At some point the offers are not coming
and that will be your lot.

If you are happy with how things are

then fine. But if you're not.
Yes.

Thank you, Detective.

Any good?

Terrible.

Good morning.

Morning.

Thank you Samuel.

I made some progress in the Norris case...
I need to see the evidence.

How did you find me?

Oh,

Lucky guess.

You do have something of a set routine.

Benjamin on Monday.

Delcap on Tuesday.

Shoeshine on a Wednesday.

Thursday...

Alright, you've made your point.

What progress has been made?

I need to see the murder weapon.

I read that in Quarter of Midnight

As did I along with some of his other work.

Did you know Bedborough was raised in workhouses?

Yes. Themes of rags to riches are very common
with his characters.

Like the lawyer in the London Greenwich.

William, I am surprised and impressed.

Compliment and an insult in one.

That's quite something,
even for your Eliza.

Have you made
your decision about the job?

As I said, I'll let you know when I have.

Well,
please feel free to discuss it with me.

And let you suffer here.

Thank you.

My intention was not to insult.

You can be rather sensitive sometimes.

Sensitive and settled, well this just better and better.

William.
The case...

Eliza you want to see the murder weapon,

The killer at midnight uses the same weapon for each murder.
The knife... yes.

First victim was stabbed in the neck
with his own knife.

The second had the same knife
embedded in his neck.

which is how we found Norris.

Which means he may not
be the first victim.

Exactly.

Here it is.

When I closed the book last night,
and I noticed something on the spine.

The Publisher's galloping horse on the crest.

It is a galloping horse.

So if the killer is following
the plot of the book.

Then the knife belongs
to the first victim.

It's locked.

Mr Bellamy.

Is there a side entrance?

There's no time for that.

Kick it down!

Look upstairs... touch nothing.

Inspector Wellington,

in here.

Just like the novel.

Right down to the time.

James was a good man.

He'd been my publisher for years.

When did you last see him?

At dinner on Thursday night.

How did he seem?

In good spirits.

And you can think of
no one that may wish to do him harm.

I don't know.

My mind is a little foggy.

My brother has been up all night writing.

I tell him to go to bed,
but he never listens.

And that's where you were last night?

In this room, writing?

Yes, all night.

May I ask what happened to your hand?

God sake!

Must you keep asking these irrelevant questions?

Samuel?
I... ah...

slipped in the bathroom.

Could we finish this later?

I must go and visit James's son.

We prefer you stay here, sir.

Both murders were exactly
as in your novel.

And as you know, there is a third death.

The author in my novel takes his own life.

I can assure you
I'm not planning on doing that.

Even so, if someone is determined
to replicate the book, they may wish to do

you harm.
Your sister is right, Mr. Bedborough

I'll arrange police protection for you
in the meantime, if you'd like to go home.

Our home is being decorated.

I'll stay here.
As you wish.

I'll wait here
until an officer arrives.

Miss Scarlet if you could take this message
(check his alibi) back to Scotland Yard for me.

I tracked down the night porter

Samuel left the hotel last night around
9:00PM and didn't return again until dawn.

A killer who replicates the plot of his own book.

Isn't it more likely that
someone is trying to damage HIS reputation?

Possibly.

There's no better cover than a murderer
who hides in plain sight.

It's looks like he was arrested three months ago.
What for?

Public Disorder. He was arguing with a woman in the street,
and apparently

they threatened to kill each other.

They were arrested for breach
of the peace, but no charges were brought.

So they were cautioned and released.

Francesca Bellesini

She is an actress.

Go and speak to her while I assess the bodies in the mortuary.

Miss Scarlet

Excuse me sir. Your carriage is ready.

Thank you, Fitzroy.

On the way back from the mortuary,
I wonder if we might go via Coventry Garden.

I very much like to get tickets
for the premiere of Offenbach's

The Tales of Hoffmann.

Perhaps I would do that my own time.

Perhaps you will.

What will happen to him if I leave?

Well, it's a good that you're not going to take the job...

How many times?

I haven't made my decision yet.

Unlike you, I give consideration
to the life that I've built here.

What do you mean unlike me?

Well, if you were offered
the job, you'd think in a heartbeat.

Well, on the day
that women are allowed to be

chief inspectors,
we should have that conversation.

You know what I mean?

If you were offered more money
and high profile cases,

you would jump at the chance.

no matter the location.
We're very different people, William.

Oh, meaning
that you have a singular ambition.

And I am a dull and predictable,

Monday shoeshine on the way to school...
You're twisting my words.

Am I?

You do not have to
justify your life to me.

I do and you constantly tease me about it.

And I apologize.

Clearly, I hit a nerve.
Where I have come from.

I have done damn well to get this far.

We don't all have the luxury
of inheriting a father's business.

I am going to speak to Ms Bellesini...

and I'll have her report in the morning.

Eliza.

Eliza, I apologize for that...

that came out harsher than I expected.

Don't let me keep you waiting.

It's almost time for your 3:00 whiskey.

I'm looking for Miss Bellesini.

What was the nature of your relationship
with Mr Bedborough?

The nature of our relationship?
Yes?

Physical.
And?

And where did you meet him?

At some party, cannot remember whose.

But we do not see each other anymore.

I have a new lover.

Younger, much more willing to please.

You know?

What happened the night you were arrested?

I had little too much to drink
and went to see him.

And one thing led to another.

You know how these things go.

The police were understanding.

I told them it was Italian passion...
not that I am from Italy.

Nobody has heard about my country. So.

Italy plays much better.

So you argue
because he finished your relationship.

He sent his little friend with a diamond necklace.

A parting gift to make me go quietly.

Who was his friend?
Norris.

His accountant, I think.

I call him the Grim Reaper.

When you see him, you know it's over.

Cause of death is identical in both cases.

A single puncture
wound to the carotid artery.

The size of the wound indicates
the same weapon.

You two, start making house calls on the accountant's street.

See if he had any visitors.

Fitzroy, Phelps
You do the same for the publisher.

Screw your courage to the sticking place
and will not fail.

Lady Macbeth.

Do I have to go with him?

That depends
whether you want to keep your job.

All right. Off you go.

Fitzroy

A word, please.

What we do requires
working as part of a team.

Any detective, you above all, needs the trust
and respect of his colleagues,

Quoting Shakespeare?

Sorry, sir.

It was misjudged.

One day
I may not be around to look out for you...

so you need to start fitting in.
Where you going?

I'm just making the point

go to the pub with them.

then let them moan about their job
or their wives or the money

that they lost on the nags?

Let them moan about me.

I would never let them do that.

The more you are an outsider, the weaker
you will be.

And men like Phelps they can smell
weakness, no, that doesn't make him a bad man

It's just the nature of being a copper.

Surely you can be one the lads, aye?

You sound like my father.

God forbid.

Sorry for the delay.

I was comforting my aunt.

She's in great distress about Mr. Norris.

Well, I have a question about Mr Norris.

Samuel Bedborough said that he and Norris

had a purely professional relationship,
only seeing each other a few times a year.

Really?

I find that strange.

Mr Norris is always mentioning Mr Bedborough

to my aunt.

He made out the two were thick as thieves,
although that may not have been true, of course.

He may have been trying to impress
since he was secretly in love with her.

Can we go 5 minutes
without mentioning your aunt.

Yes, of course. My apologies.

You said Norris and Bedborough were thick as thieves?

It is my understanding that
they dined together several times a month.

and Mr Norris was always doing this favor
or that for Mr Bedborough

I believe that Mr Norris

recently arranged the purchase
of the house in Knightsbridge.

It was only a few doors down from

I'm about to mention
my aunt, but I believe it is relevant.

Go on.

Mr Bedborough's new house
is on the same street as my aunt's.

The other residents were beside themselves
to have such a well-known

face living among them. Until.

Well,

I am not one to gossip...
of course...

but please do.

Mr. Bedborough moved in not two months ago.

I seem to be spending a fortune
on my relations.

But then last week,
the strangest thing happened.

Samuel Bedborough is up to his neck in debt.

He's staying a suite at the Belford Hotel

Not for much longer.

He's facing a hefty bill.

he owes money all over town.

That's why the bailiffs took his house
and everything in it.

And he had to bail himself out last night.

Doing what?

Trying to get back some piece of furniture
they took from him every day this week.

He's turned up trying to buy it back, but

they want the whole bill paid or none.

What piece of furniture?

A writing desk.

He told them he couldn't write without it.

He told me he had no need for muse or mood,

that he could write any time, any where.

Could. Hmph, he wants that desk back.

Security caught him
breaking into the warehouse

last night, roughed him up on it.

His bandaged hand...

This warehouse, I take it you have contacts there?

I have contacts everywhere.

And he seen nothing like that before,

it was amazing.

Good evening.

Detective Fitzroy.

Isn't it past your bedtime?

Very good.

Would anyone like a drink?

Oh, they don't serve milk in here.

I'll take that as a no.

Why don't you go home to your mommy, Fitzroy,
so she can clean you up

Why don't you shut your mouth, Phelps!

You want to repeat that?

I didn't think so.

Spoiled little brat.

You shouldn't have done that... boy

We've got 10 minutes until the shifts change.

His things are over there,

they took everything from his house.

They don't miss a trick those boys.

It's no wonder he is in debt,

the man has expensive tastes.

These are from makers of Piccadilly.

Here.

Doesn't look like much.
It's not.

He must be very attached to it if he is
that desperate to get it back

Give it back.

Maybe sentimental.

Harpocrates

What?

It one Bedborough's early novels

there is a lawyer... Harpocrates

it is the Greek God of silence.

Legend has it...

that whatever secrets he knows.

he will never speak of them.

he will take them to the grave.

but of course, his secrets are discovered...

Loan in Greenwich

Witches Call.
These are Bedborough's novels.

covered in notes and reworkings.
These must be the original manuscripts.

Why keep them hidden?

Anything to report?

No sir.

How is Bedborough?

He is writing and asked not to be disturbed.

Where is he?

What the Hell is going on?

My thoughts. Exactly.

I needed to confirm a suspicion.

There's no time to waste, we need to go.
Where?

The final death in the book
is when the author takes his own life.

Then we can't leave him unguarded.

He's not the author.

Miss Bedborough!
Put the knife down.

Do as he says.

Please.

the writing desk
that was taken from your brother's home...

that was yours?
Yes.

I found manuscripts inside with notes
from the publisher addressed to you.

So it was you who wrote the novels?

Not your brother.

Our mother died in the workhouse. Our father...

God knows where he went?

Samuel was determined
to make something of himself,

but he struggled for years
to become a novelist,

I didn't have the heart to tell him the truth,

but he lacked the talent.
He knew it to.

Deep down,

and he's my older brother,
I would have done anything to help him.

So I did.

I rewrote his story.

I found I had a flair for it.

By the time I submitted his manuscript

publishers,
there was barely a word of his left.

Why do you put your own name on the cover?

Samuel begged me not to.

He cannot have suffered the humiliation

that his spinster sister was the one
putting food on the table and not him.

But after the success of the book
started to rise,

I did ask him
if I could put my name to the next.

That was when they called the meeting.
They?

Samuel Bellamy and Norris.

The three of them convinced me

that as a woman,
my wage would be half of that as a man.

They promised that one day
I could write under my own name, but

that was not the right time.

It was never... the right time.

Why kill them?

The one benefit
I received from this arrangement

was that I would be well looked after.

I would have a comfortable home and security.

But then one day

the bailiffs arrived
and I found out the truth.

Samuel's debts were all consuming.

He'd spent every penny of my money.

And Norris knew all along, he did nothing.

They didn't care.

As long as the books were still being written
and they were receiving their money.

Money I was earning for them.
So this was your revenge?

And the world
would know that you were the true author.

I would have my moment of fame in death.

All this time

I have let my brother shine

for what?

To end up a poor spinster...

back in a workhouse.

Would you like me to arrange a lift home?

No, thank you.

I would take you myself,
but there are reports that I have to finish

for the morning shift.

I understand.

All this...

All this politeness is exhausting.

Isn't it just.

I didn't mean what I said
about your father's business.

I know you haven't been handed
anything on a plate.

I know how hard you've worked.

But there are times
when you push me too far.

I only tease you because I'm so comfortable
in our friendship.

I suppose I can be a
little insensitive sometimes.

It's only because I'm envious.

Envious? Of me?

You are fulfilled in your life.

That's not lack of ambition.

That's something you should celebrate.

You have that rare thing
that most of us don't find in a lifetime.

True contentment.

That's why you're one of the people
I respect most.

When you say... one of?

Forgive me sir...
I didn't know you were still here.

What have you done now?

I did as you suggest.

I went for a drink and I tried to fit in.

Perhaps I tried a little too hard.

I could not go home to my father
like this. So

I thought I could sleep here.

I have a spare room.

You can stay there.

Thank you, sir.

Aye there.

g' morning Duke.

g' morning George.

cheers.
Thanks Duke.

Violet.

Down you go.

Come.

Can I have a quick word, sir.

I can see you, I'm almost done.

How was your trip, sir?

Don't ask.

Business or pleasure?
Neither.

It was two days.

at my wife's family.

So you have had time to think.

I trust you realize
how good an opportunity.

this promotion is.
I have.

And you're right. It's a good opportunity.

But it's not one that's right for me...

at the moment sir.

I pulled in a lot of favors
to get you this laddie.

A chance like this may not come up again.

I understand, sir,
but my decision is made

my life is here in London.

Well, I hoped you would accept the position
so I could avoid this...

Sir?

Fitzroy's father, the police commissioner
wants you gone.

The boy is getting worse, not better.

I been trying.
Heh heh, he an albatross

which is why I told you to put some
distance between yourself and him

to let him sink or swim.

But you wouldn't listen to me.
Now he is drowning and

his father wants someone to blame.

So let me be crystal clear.

You're going to take this post in Glasgow...

because there is no longer a job
for you here.