All language subtitles for Miss.Scarlet.and.the.Duke.S01E02.WEBRip.x265-ION265[eztv.re]

WILLIAM:
Being a detective...

is a job for a man, Eliza.

And yet you do it everyday,
William.

I'm no thief,

I'm a private detective.[screams]

Father?

DOCTOR EDWARDS:
He's had a cardiac arrest.

I'm sorry to say
he has passed.

ELIZA:
Word will soon spread

that my father has died;
any day now

all our accounts
will be called in.

This isn't about ambition, Ivy,

this is about money.

♪

[lock being picked]

[birds chirping]

[lockpicking continues]

♪

♪

[tumbler clicks]

[coins jingling]

HARRIET:
Who are you?

I am a friend
of your father's.

We're...
playing hide and seek.

But father's not here.

And you know this since

you saw him leave
for work this very morning.

I saw you watching our house.

Why are you here alone?

I have a cold.

My mother's gone

to buy me some honey.[front door opens]

She's back.

Can I have
some of your money?

So I can buy myself
a new dolly?

No.

Now, I must go.

If you do not give me
some of the money,

I shall scream.

Mother will come and you'll be
sent straight to prison.

[sighs]
[coins jingle]

All of it.

Absolutely not.

Your father had hired me to do
a job and thinks he can

get away with not paying me
because I'm a woman.

It's unfortunate
but I've had no choice

but to take the law
into my own hands.

Give me the rest of the money
or I will scream.

[coins jingle]

[screaming]

[gun fires]

♪

♪

[glass breaking in reverse]

♪

♪

RUPERT:
Miss Scarlet,

how delightful to see you,
and welcome to my new abode.

And what an abode it is,
Mr. Parker.

Mm, please let me
introduce you

to my dear friend,
Doctor Moorhouse.

When Rupert told me
of your meeting,

I insisted I had to come.

I've been beside myself

with excitement to finally meet
his lady detective.

Well, I, um...
I had hoped to update you

on our financial situation
Mr. Parker.

Right, uh, take a seat.

So, uh...

Miss Scarlet has insisted
that we meet once a month

so I may be, uh...
appraised of how

our detective agency
is doing.

Then she is exactly
how you described,

Rupert, as bright
as a button.Yes.

I will bet
that your little investment

is doing splendidly.

Well, Mr. Parker, um...

I'm afraid to say
there's, uh...

I will be unable to pay

the first repayment
on your loan.

But be assured this is just

the teething problems
of a new business.

Miss Scarlet...

now I know
we are business partners

but are we not
now friends also?

And as a friend
I can assure you

there is no rush
to make the repayment.

Thank you, Mr. Parker.

Rupert, please...

Eliza.

[laughing]

Right, we must celebrate.

Being a detective
must be such fun.

How I wish I had
a little hobby just like it.

Tell me,
Miss Scarlet,

what happens when you
catch your villain?

Do you hit the scoundrel
with your purse?

[giggling]

And, um...

how did your mother react
to the news

of your leaving home?

Well, she tried
to persuade me otherwise,

but...

I did
as you suggested.

I stuck to my guns.

Well, I hope
you did not tell her

that I had encouraged this
declaration of independence?

Oh, but he did,

and she was furious.

[chuckling]

Shh!

Do not worry--
see, now that Mother knows

we are not to be married,

there's no reason for her
to call on you anymore.

To the future.

[horse hooves clomping]

♪

Miss Scarlet!

Mrs. Parker,
how lovely to see you.

I, uh...

I do hope you will
stay for tea?

This is no social call.

This must be a mistake.

My father would never
make such an oversight.

I have heard your father
had many distractions

since the death
of your mother.

The lease renewal
on this house

was no doubt
the last thing on his mind.

But I do
not have the money.

Then I will have
to find new residents.

You cannot do this.
[chuckles mirthlessly]

I have lived in this house
all my life.

I own the freehold
of seven houses in this street,

the very bricks and mortar.

I cannot give you
special treatment.

Why no notice, you must've
known of this for some time.

I assumed,
mistakenly,

that you were soon
to become my daughter-in-law,

and as such
would be moving in

with myself and Rupert.So this is about
me declining

your son's offer of marriage?

It was not done out of spite.

But encouraging him
to move out was.

He was perfectly content,
before you filled his head

with outrageous ideas.Mrs. Parker,

please...You have until
the end of the week.

If you cannot
pay the renewal by then

I will have no choice
but to evict you.

Good day, Miss Scarlet.

[sighs]

That woman...

I'll do whatever it takes
to keep this house.

This is our home...

for all three of us.

Kitty's gone.

Got another position.

Well, I know
I haven't paid her

for two weeks...Three.

But there are bound to be issues
in these early days,

my agency has only been open

four weeks.Six!

I suppose you
will leave me, too.

[exhales]

There's only
one thing for it.

What's the best dress
I own?

The burgundy one, I think.

Are we brought so low that you
have to sell your clothes?

I'm not selling it, Ivy.

But I do need it pressed.

♪

Oh, William?

Eliza.

To what do I owe this
unexpected delight?

Oh, I was just passing
and thought

I'd take tea
with an old friend.

How thoughtful,

but I am six men down,
so I'm afraid I cannot.

[clears throat]

I have not frequented the pie
shop on the Charing Cross Road,

nor shall I if that's the source
of your men's illness.

It's, uh, far from ideal.

With your staffing so
diminished,

you must be
extremely busy.

Hmm... I've, uh,
five murders,

three missing persons,
and the blackmail

of a high court judge
to deal with, so yes,

you could say that.

An idea has just popped
into my head.

I've not thought this through

but...I doubt that very much.

I could offer my assistance.

For a small fee, of course.

[chuckles]

It's tempting but unless
you carry the badge

of the Metropolitan Police,
then I'm afraid

I'm unable to accept that offer.

It's of no consequence,
I'm extremely busy

with my own clients.Mmm...

because I've
heard how busy you are.

Two cases since
you opened your agency,

three if you count the
mysterious scratching

from Mad Mr. Mead's attic.

Rats, wasn't it?

Have you been spying on me?

No, not me personally, no.

[knock on door]FRANK:
I need back up Duke,

we got an arson attack at the
Mackintosh factory in Hackney.

Take Davey with you.

He's on the Shoreditch murder.

There must be someone else?

Well, there ain't.

[sighs]

Excuse me,
one moment.

Come on.

♪

[sniffs]

[recaps cologne bottle]

I have an urgent message for
Inspector Wellington.

Oh, leave it on his desk,
I will see

that he reads it
as soon as he returns.

[horse hooves clomping]

[sniffling]

Don't go up there,
it's dangerous.

I've sent for the police.

Wait, stop,
where are you going?

[screams]

Edward!

Edward...

what have you done?

Down!

[screams]

Let my husband go!

Frank,
get him down the station.

[shouts]
I did not kill him!

Of course you didn't, son.

How dare you hurt him!

Let him go!
Please, Edward...

You must listen to me, please,
let him go!

♪

How dare you read
a police telegram?

But surely curiosity
is an essential attribute

in our line of work.

This is my line of work,
not yours.

If I'm to make
a name for myself,

I need as much experience

of crime scenes
as possible.

It may have
escaped your notice

but I'm having
a particularly bad day,

so I suggest that you
take my advice and leave,

now!

And here's some advice
for you...Eliza,

I'm warning you,
one more word

and you will
find yourself in court.

You might find
your focus sharper,

your workload lighter,
if you toned down

your drinking, gambling,
and womanizing.

MAGISTRATE WILKES:
You are charged

with obstructing
police business.

A fine will be issued
for 40 shillings.

But I do not have 40 shillings.

Then a month in prison it is.

I will pay the fine
for Miss Scarlet.

[court murmuring]

I begged the inspector
to listen to me,

but it's clear he thinks my
husband a murderer,

which is why
I came to find you.

I heard mention you were a
private detective.

Inspector Wellington
singing my praises, no doubt.

I want you to find
the real murderer.

My husband is innocent.

He is...

a gentle and kind man.

[tearfully]:
I...

I pray that he can cope
in prison.

[crying]

Edward bought me this coat when
we first married.

He said he always wanted
to see me in a crowd.

It's too exuberant
for my taste.

I only wear it now
to be close to him.

Um... Mrs... Mrs. Butler,
your husband was found

with a knife in his hand

covered in the blood
of a murdered man.

So whatever the outcome,
I must be sure

that I will receive my fee.

Money is not an issue;
you will be paid,

whatever the outcome.

All right.

Uh, tell me, uh...

tell me about the dead man,

every detail
no matter how small.

His name was Sebastian Ridley.

He owned a saloon

in Mayfair.

Edward did his accounts,

it's how the two were
acquainted.

[scoffs]

I had little time
for Mr. Ridley.

He was a loud, brash man.

[picking lock]

♪

Hello?

♪

MOSES:
Hello,
Miss Scarlet...

Um, Mr. Moses, isn't it?

It's just Moses.

I've spent many hours thinking
of you, Miss Scarlet.

Nice things, I hope.

When the governor

at The Black Cat found his

head of security handcuffed
to a radiator,

by a woman, no less,

it didn't go down too well.

Lost me my job.I do not come to make trouble.

I'm working
the Ridley murder case

on behalf
of the accused's wife.

Perhaps you could
help me with my enquiries?

I must warn you...

[unsheathes pen knife]

I am armed.

[sighs]

Mr. Ridley was
a cautious man.

I do not want to die, Mr. Moses.

Like I said,
it's just Moses.

I'm not going to kill you,
Miss Scarlet.

I'm going to hire you.

[relieved sigh]

♪

You want me to find

a snuff box?

It was my father's.

He was taken from Jamaica
in the slave ships to London,

his owner gave him the box
as a parting gift

with the abolition.

Apparently, he was a fair man...
for a slaver.

But when I was a boy,

I saw those scars
on my father's back.

I saw how
he must've suffered.

He was the bravest man
I ever knew.

The box is all
I have left of him.

I asked Mr. Ridley
to keep it in his safe.

When I heard of his death,

I wanted my box back,
but no one had a key.

Then, late last night,

someone come,
cleared out everything.

Did you see who it was?

It was the accountant's wife.

Tabitha Butler cleared the safe?

I was here late,
fixing up a broken table

when she let herself in.

Her husband,
being Mr. Ridley's accountant,

had a key to the bar
and the safe.

Really, it doesn't
make any sense.

She never seen me.

The place was shut up and dark
when she slipped in here

and in her hand was
a green carpet bag,

empty when she arrived,
full when she left.

If it was dark...

how could you tell
the carpet bag was green?

Come to think of it,

why were you
fixing a table in the dark?

[slams bar]
Fine!

I wasn't fixing a table.

I was trying

to break into the safe
when I hear footsteps.

I hid in the shadows
and watched Mrs. Butler

empty the contents
into her bag,

including my father's
snuff box.

I might've stop her
if I wasn't

already in trouble
with the law.

That box is the only thing
I have left of my father

and you will
get it back for me.

But it would be unethical
to investigate my own client...

Unless of course you
too will pay me a fee?

The fee is that
I let you live.

I'll just
fetch my mistress.

So you're a
private detective?

I am.

Miss Scarlet...

I apologize for having to
receive you in the hall

but as you can appreciate,
I cannot entertain in that room

ever again.

Here is the money I owe you.

But this is not
the advance that we discussed.

This is no advance, this is
money to sever our contract.

I sent a note to your office

last night
ending our agreement.

But I've not been in my office
since yesterday evening

when we shook
on that agreement.

Well, I no longer
need your services.

Now if you'll excuse me,
I'm extremely late for church.

Annie?

Please show Miss Scarlet out.

But what about
your husband, Mrs. Butler?

Only yesterday you wore this
coat to show your love for him.

Why the sudden change of heart?

He can be damned to hell
as far as I'm concerned.

This whole business has left me
feeling rather wheezy,

may I trouble you
for a glass of water?

[sighs]
Fetch Miss Scarlet

a glass of water
before she goes on her way.

Just a small glass will suffice.

I think we both know
it's not water

you want.

Make it worth my while and you
can snoop as much as you like.

♪

[horse hooves clomping]

Clear out the cells, Frank,

get rid of the drunks,
the whores,

and the insane.

I'm a senior detective, Duke,
I ain't clearing out no cells.

I have spent the morning doing

house to house calls
in the Holburn slums,

I haven't done that
since I was a constable.

I had an apple core
thrown at my head

and a parcel of feces
waiting for me

on the seat
of my carriage.

I assume that it was dog,
but who knows?

The point is, Frank,
that I am enjoying this week

as little as you are,

so clear out
the damn cells, eh?

Good lad.

Oi!

No eating on duty,
that's a bloody disgrace!

[people chattering
in background]

Oh, for God's sake.

Eliza, what are you
doing here?The deeply religious

Mrs. Tabitha Butler was having
an affair with Sebastian Ridley.

I found love letters
from her to him.[sighs]

So her husband did
have a motive,

it was a crime of passion
and she would've known this.

It explains why
Mrs. Butler dismissed me

but not why she hired me
in the first place.

Oh, she's dismissed you?

Already?

And what of her
change of heart?

One moment she protests her
husband's innocent,

then she damns him to hell,
it makes no sense.

My prime suspect
has pleaded guilty,

end of story.Since when?

Since this morning,

which means I have
one less case in...

[chuckles]
what is proving to be

an extremely vexing week.

So Mr. and Mrs. Butler
suddenly change

from innocent to guilty?

Something's amiss here.

Tabitha Butler's not a woman
to be trusted-- she's a liar

and a thief.

I found the contents of
Mr. Ridley's safe at her house.

Don't tell me that you broke
into Mrs. Butler's house.

Do you want to end up
in court again?

Oh yes, thank you for that.

You'll have me spend
a month in prison?

[chuckles]
Magistrate Wilkes
is an old friend.

I merely wished to put the wind
up you,

I didn't expect Mrs. Butler
to bail you.

Exactly my point!

She bails me out, hires me
to prove her husband is innocent

and then dismisses me,
you see?
[sighs]

Something isamiss.

The case is closed.

In fact,
I am on my way to the morgue

right now to complete the
paperwork

to release Mr. Ridley's body
for burial.

Just another lowly task
that I'm forced to cover.

You're going to see
the body of Mr. Ridley?

Yes.

And no, you may not come.

And if you could also sign

here, here, and here.

How many bloody signatures
do you need?

Everything must now
be in triplicate.[scoffs]

And out of respect
for the dead,

if you could kindly refrain
from swearing, Inspector?

I'm a God-fearing man.[sighs]

Just take me
to the body, please.

Of course.

But I will need one more
signature...

here.

Of course I am used to being
with one of your detectives.

It's most unusual that we have
the honor of an inspector,

even more unusual
that he should bring his wife.

My wife?

I have requested that
she wait for you outside.

Women are not allowed in a
mortuary, you see.

It would not be proper.

[sighs]
My wife?
Mm.

I specifically requested
that you wait outside

for your husband, madam!

She's not my wife.

I found something most
interesting, William.

The cut across the throat

takes a left to right formation.

Inspector,
this is most irregular--

in all my years
I have never allowed

a lady into this room!

This suggests the perpetrator
was right-handed,

but the accused,
Edward Butler,

picked up the knife
with his left hand

when woken by
his wife's screaming.

I do not have time for your
musings; my only task here

is to identify that this is
Sebastian Ridley.

Which it is.
My work is done.

Oh, then you
will need to sign

here, here,
and here.

There are no fragments of cotton
from the collar

in the neck wound.

The perpetrator has taken time
to pull down the collar

and cut knife to skin--
this was no frenzied attack.

Inspector, I really
must insist

that you remove your wife!She's not my bloody wife!

And if you could please
refrain from swearing!

There are often anomalies
in knife wounds--

you would know this if you were
a police officer.

But you're not.

Good day.

Well...

Seems like you have
no business being here, madam.

I just need
five more minutes.

Quite impossible.

Maybe this would help.

You are charged
with attempting to bribe

an official of the crown
at the city's morgue.

A fine will issue
for 60 shillings.

60?

It was 40 before.

70 for insolence.

[court murmuring]

[sighs]

♪

Thank you for speaking to
Magistrate Wilkes,

I will not put you in that
situation again.

I doubt that very much.

Eliza, I would like
to find a way that we can

coexist without causing each
other constant agitation.

So would I.

Father would not want us
to be at odds.

Good.

Then we are agreed.

You will drop the case of
Sebastian Ridley

and inconvenience me
with it no longer.

Here!What?

That's not what we agreed.

William!

That's not what we agreed!

[people calling in background]

♪

HENRY:
I know that look-- it is one
of confusion, puzzlement,

discombobulation;
it is the same look

you reserved for your
schoolwork.

Actually I'm, I'm remembering
something you once told me.

Oh, I told you
many things,

most of which quite useless,
I fear.

You said that a, a tattoo found
on an unidentified body

was a-a prize indeed.

How macabre.
It certainly sounds like me.

You said that it, it gave
insight to a person's past,

perhaps a badge of belonging,
like to the navy or a...

quiet rebellion hidden on one's
body for one's eyes only.

How is it you remember my
musings in such detail,

yet you can never recite one
word of your Latin homework?

[chuckles]

[horse whinnies in distance]

♪

I knew I had seen
that rose before...

Your friend, Doctor Moorhouse,

also wore one in his lapel
when we met.

Do you hit the scoundrel with
your purse?

ELIZA:
Mr. Ridley had the dark blue
rose tattooed onto his arm.

It means something,
does it not?

[clears throat]

I swear that whatever you

tell me will remain
between us.

They're called
the Midnight Rose.

And they send a message
that you are...

a like-minded fellow.

A like-minded fellow?

That is, a man whose tastes do
not lie with...

women.

I take a great risk

confiding in you, Eliza.

Now, men like me, we are damned
by the church and by,

by the law.

Though as
I am not a religious man,

thanks to Mr. Darwin.

Eternity in Satan's fire,

it does not concern me.

Imprisonment and...

the disgrace that would bring to
my mother...

[exhales sharply]

I can't.

Well, if anyone finds out,

it will not be through me.

[chuckles mirthlessly]

Thank you.

[clears throat]

But Sebastian Ridley was having
an affair with a woman.

[chuckles]
I can assure you,

Mr. Ridley had a huge appetite
for many things but, uh...

women were not one of them.You knew him?

Each Wednesday,

he ran a special night
at his saloon.

It was our safe haven.

A less secure
meeting place

could land a man
ten years hard labor.

We were all
very grateful to him

and so saddened
by his loss.

It makes no sense, Eliza.

The man who he loved most,
his dearest Teddy,

would be the one
to murder him.

It was a shock indeed.

Teddy?

Oh, uh, Edward Butler,
his, his accountant.

We all knew him
as Edward at the saloon,

only, uh, it was Sebastian
who nicknamed him Teddy.

He too was a regular
on those nights.

T was for Teddy,
not Tabitha.

Sorry?

Sebastian and Edward were
lovers?

I do not believe that Edward
Butler killed Sebastian Ridley.

Is there someone you know who
might wish him ill?

Maybe someone
in that circle?

Uh, no one I can think of.

You, you might want
to have a word

with the doorman
at the saloon

who worked those
particular nights.

For the life of me I cannot
remember his name,

only he was Jamaican.

[horse hooves clomping,
bells pealing, birds squawking]

[knocks on door]

♪

♪

Moses?

JIM:
It's all right, Albert,
it's not the coppers.

Do you belong to the Jamaican?

I think we might've killed him,
sorry about that.

You could stay,
keep us company if you like.

I think I will leave you
gentlemen to carry on

with whatever it is
you're doing.Stealing.

All this booze is no good to a
dead governor now, is it?

[chuckles]

I, I suppose not.

[slams against door]

Don't touch me.

You've got two choices,
pretty,

keep your mouth shut

or Albert here
will cut your tongue out.

Ah, get your hands off me!

[grunting]

[laughs]

You're a real gentleman
now, Albert!

[laughing]

[body thuds]

Witch!

What have you
given Albert?

[groaning]

No... no, no, no!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

No, no...[gun shot]

Whoa!

That was a warning shot.

Now get out
and take your friend with you

or the next bullet will be in
your head.

[Moses stirring]

Where are those scum?

I dealt with them.

You dealt with them?

It wasn't that hard.

Then why are your hands shaking?

I don't wish
to discuss those men.

You can deal with them
in your own time.

No, don't worry, I will.

I'm more interested in this...

Opium,

and in the quantity that's
illegal.

Are you involved
in drug smuggling?

More to the point, does it
involve Mr. Ridley's death?

The opium isn't mine.

And neither is
the snuff box.

Nor was my father a slave,

just some drunk
who never left Jamaica

and died falling into a pond.

So the box belongs
to Sebastian Ridley

and now that he's dead, you saw
an opportunity to steal it?

This place will soon
be sold off.

I have no job, no home,

nothing.Do not expect sympathy
from me, sir.

I am faced
with similar problems of my own.

I know that you worked the door
on Ridley's special nights.

Tell me what you know
of him and Edward Butler.

Nothing.

Kept myself to myself.

Those men here today thought
they'd killed you.

If they'd seen you wake they'd
have finished you off.

Is this your way of telling me
I owe you my life?

[sighs]

I know who supplied the opium.

He was a regular
on those nights.

A doctor.

Do you remember his name?

Well, uh, I'll give you
some privacy.

I admit,
I was Sebastian's doctor.

I am the doctor
to many at the bar.

And I know the restrictions
on supplying opium

grow tighter but, uh,

I made an exception
in this case.

In this case?

Sebastian was dying--
he had a tumor to the stomach,

only months to live.I see.

He begged me
for pain relief,

but the opium
ceased having effect.

The end was near
for dear Sebastian.

Who else knew about this?

He wanted it a secret
between us,

which is why
I was so shocked

that the wife
of his accountant knew.

Tabitha Butler?

But it was my belief
that she disliked him.

Are you certain she knew?

The evening Sebastian died,
I went to see Mrs. Butler.

I was concerned

that if the opium was found
it might be traced back to me.

I arrived to find her sobbing
in the very room of his murder.

When I expressed my sorrow over
what had happened,

her response was
surprising indeed.

How so?

She said she hoped Sebastian
suffered to the last

with his tumor and her husband
would soon join him in hell.

Her fury was such
that her hands were shaking,

she could barely
hold the letter.

Oh, she was reading a letter?

Mrs. Butler left my office
at 5:00 that same day

protesting her
husband's innocence.

You saw her
one short hour later

and suddenly
she despises him.

Whatever was in that letter
changed her mind.

Did you see the contents?

Only the name
on the envelope,

bloodied and screwed up
on the floor.

Uh, it was addressed
to Teddy.

Teddy?

That was the name only
Sebastian used for Edward.

[uncaps flask]

You're not allowed in here.

How many times,
Eliza?

Mr. Potts is at
the Coroner's Office

attending to
an urgent message.How do you know?

I sent it.[sighs]

Edward Butler did not murder
Sebastian Ridley.

In just under one hour,

Mr. Butler,
my prime suspect,

and guilty
by his own admission,

will be leaving
his prison cell to walk

the few yards to
his public execution.

The case is closed.

You may wish
to prepare yourself

for what I'm
about to tell you.[sighs]

Edward Butler and Sebastian
Ridley were lovers.

I thought you'd be
more shocked,

horrified even.

If you saw the things
that I see on a daily basis

nothing would shock you,
now...

Sebastian Ridley was ill.

He was dying.
It was he

who killed himself,
the cuts on his throat

are consistent with this.

He wrote Edward Butler
a suicide letter.

Mrs. Butler
has concealed it,

she is going to let
her unfaithful husband

be sent to the gallows
for a murder he did not do.

William...

I know you are stretched,

but if an innocent man
is hanged for a crime

he did not commit, it will be
on you and your reputation.

ANNIE:
She's on her way to Euston,

catching the 4:00 train
to Liverpool.

She's leaving for America, sir.

Then why are her things
still here?

I am to pack
the rest of her possessions

and then follow on.

This is the receipt for
Mrs. Butler's train ticket, sir.

SCARLET:
You should be the one to bring
Tabitha Butler in, William.

It benefits me too that

we protect your reputation.

Euston Station, Arthur.

Yes, sir!

[crows cawing]

[crowd whispering]

Your husband
gave you that coat.

So that he'd see you
in a crowd.

And here you are.

When I saw it gone I knew there
could only be one reason

why you'd ever wear it again.

I understand
you want revenge

but we both know
your husband is innocent.

Sebastian Ridley
killed himself.

There was a suicide letter,
wasn't there?

Where is it,
Mrs. Butler?

He betrayed me.

What he did with that man
was an abomination.

But is it still right
to let an innocent man die?

Mrs. Butler!

Tabitha!

Give me that letter,
please.

Please!

[sobbing]

Stop the execution!

I have evidence
of Edward Butler's innocence!

EDWARD:
When Sebastian told me

he was ill,
he wanted us to go away,

live out his final months
together.

He was terrified
of dying alone.

But I refused.

I could not live with the shame
of Tabitha knowing the truth.

Next morning I returned home

to find Sebastian
in my drawing room.

He placed his suicide note
on my mantelpiece

and stood with
a knife to his throat.

He said I betrayed him,

that I would be with him
at the end, like it or not.

You tried to stop him
but he knocked you unconscious?

In my cell that night
I thought about his letter,

how it was knocked to the ground
when we fought.

How Tabitha would
soon discover it

in its hiding place,
and how ironic it was

that the one thing that would
absolve me of murder

would also condemn me to a life
as an outcast.

So you pleaded guilty?

I wanted to die.

But you're a free man now.

I am grateful for what you did
for me, Miss Scarlet,

but I will never be free.

My marriage, my life,
my reputation...

all destroyed.

[clears throat]

If I gave you a compliment,

do you promise not
to make me suffer for it?

You have my word.

That was good work.

Your father
would've been proud.

Thank you,
that means a great deal.

[door opens, closes]

Has Mrs. Butler really
committed a crime?

She didn't break into
Mr. Ridley's safe for the money,

she merely wanted
to burn the love letters

to stop news
of the affair.It's still theft.

Not to mention obstruction
of justice

for concealing that letter.

You knew that

Mrs. Butler
wasn't on that train.

So much for protecting
my reputation.

There's no one in this city more
respected than you, William.

Me, on the other hand,
I must build my reputation.

I needed this
more than you did.

Try telling that
to my superiors.

You can handle them.

You can handle everyone.

[inhales sharply]

I cannot handle you.

[inhales]
Now I must
round up my entire

team of two and brief them
on my man in the canal.

In the meantime, please do try
to stay out of trouble Eliza.

For my sake.

Of course, William.

Of course.

♪

Rupert!

[shuts door]

What are you
doing here?So, my...

my mother's here
to see you

and I am to wait for you here.

I found him loitering
outside the door

so I invited him in
for a cup of tea.

Can you go and tell
Mrs. Parker that

I'll be with her
in a moment?Of course.

She's come about
the lease.

Yes.

I, I did try to persuade her
otherwise but, uh...

as you know, she's difficult
to reason with.

I hadn't noticed.

[chuckles]

I don't blame you for wishing
to upset her

in some way,

since she herself,
she's...

well, she's showing you
little kindness.

I... I don't think there's
anything I could say

that would upset your mother.

Is there not?

It's just, sometimes, Eliza,

we may say things in,

in the heat of the moment...No, no, Rupert.

No, there is not.

There is nothing I could
or would say.

I've given you my word.[exhales]

Right.

You are a dear friend
indeed, Eliza.

Now, I do not want to keep your
mother any longer

than is necessary,
for all our sakes.

Who knows, she might
be feeling in a charitable mood

and wish to give me
more time.

Absolutely not--
full payment

of the lease renewal today
or eviction, I'm afraid.

As you wish.

[opens drawer]

I think you will find it
all there.

IVY:
You paid her

the full amount?

And here is
something for you.

Your back pay and...

a little extra.

I decided to take on more staff.

Uh, a debt collector
if you will.

[birds chirping]

Your go, Ethel.

[knocks on front door]

Good afternoon, Miss.

May I speak
with your father, please?