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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, dude

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, sir?

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

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
associateing 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?

Arghhh!!!

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.

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.

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, sir

Why?

It's a standard question, Samuel.

I ask it of everyone.

I have a sweet Brabham 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, so...

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 10 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, Sammit.

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 yet; 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 Covent 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.

Excuse me; 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 Bedboroughsaid 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 2 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 baliffs took
his house and everything in it. -And...

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

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 Bedbrough's novels.

covered in notes and reworkings.

These must be the orignial manuscripts.

Why keep them hidden?

-Anything to report?
-No sir.

How is Beddborough?

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.. I.. 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.

Here

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.

---oOo---

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