All language subtitles for Miss.Scarlet.and.the.Duke.S02E04.WEBRip.x264-ION10

♪ ♪

So, I want to be hired for

being good at what I do,
not because I wear a bonnet.

Use what you have
to your advantage.

♪ ♪

FITZROY: Put me on
administration duty, sir.

I'd be good at that.

My heart soars at the prospect

of our esteemed publication

being center stage of
such an intriguing mystery.

I would be delighted

to take you up on your offer

of that
homemade steamed pudding,

Miss Woods.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(thunder claps)

(whimpers)

(click)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Ya! Whoa, whoa!
(horses trotting)

ELIZA:
I'm simply making the point
that I do not care for the man.

IVY:
I'm well aware of that,
but perhaps

you've misjudged him.
I assure you,

he is every bit the prig
that I've described.

Well, we're all
entitled to our opinions.

If you insist on this
dalliance with Mr. Potts,

the least you can do is
convince him to allow me

access to the mortuary.

Firstly,
we are merely friends.

Secondly,
if we were more than that--

which we are not--

I couldn't possibly ask
Barnabus to change his rules.

Barnabus?

I have shopping to do.

But the market's
that way.

I'm going to Pettifer's

in Hanwell Street.
Buying a new hat?

Oh, let me guess,
does this have

anything to do with
a certain Barnabus?

I don't have
time for this.

Are you seeing him today?

Goodbye, Lizzie.

♪ ♪

(horses trotting)

(indistinct street chatter)

♪ ♪

(typewriters clacking,
indistinct chattering)

(knocking)

NASH:
Yes, what is it?

I have that information
on the lady detective, sir.

Come.

(flashbulb bursting)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(indistinct chattering)

Miss Scarlet?

Mr. Doyle,
assistant to Dr. Flint.

My employer had hoped that
you might grant us a meeting?

Dr. Flint
would like to hire you

on a rather
sensitive issue.

But are up to the job,
young lady?

I can assure you,

I have had many
satisfied clients.

By the looks of you,

one puff of wind

would see you
fall over.

We received this
anonymous letter.

It advised that a bottle of
our elixir had been poisoned,

and placed on the shelf
of one of our market stalls.

We had it tested,
and indeed,

it does contain a toxin

derived from a plant known as
the Angel of Inferno.

♪ ♪

"£1,000 to be left
at St. Pancras station.

"If it is not forthcoming,

"the money demanded
will increase,

and a second poisoning
will occur."

This is dated
several days ago,

and the deadline has passed.

Why didn't you
engage me sooner?

DOYLE:
With regard to the case,

we wish to keep it from
public knowledge.

As such,
you will have to sign

a confidentiality agreement.

Oh.

Oh. Well, I'll have to
read it thoroughly first.

Do you want this case or not,
young lady?

It's hard to believe

you're in a position
to be fussy.

My name is Miss Scarlet.

If I am to be your client,

I shall call you
whatever I damn well please!

I'm sorry,

I am extremely busy with
other cases at the moment.

So, in regards to yours...
Please.

I will of course
find time to take it.

Where do I sign?

(Fitzroy humming)

(indistinct chatter)

FITZROY:
♪ I am the very model of
a modern major-general ♪

♪ I've information vegetable, ♪

♪ Animal, and mineral ♪

♪ I know the kings of England

♪ And I quote the fights
historical ♪

♪ From Marathon to Waterloo ♪

♪ In order categorical ♪

♪ I'm very good at integral ♪

♪ And differential calculus ♪

♪ I know the scientific names
of beings animalculous ♪

♪ In short,
in matters vegetable, ♪

♪ Animal, and mineral ♪

♪ I am the very model of
a modern major... ♪

(door opening)

Hello, Father.

I thought it impossible that

you could disappoint me
any further,

but clearly I was wrong.

I am only glad your mother
isn't alive to see this.

(indistinct chatter)

POLICE COMMISSIONER (muffled):
You are supposed to be

a police detective,
not a filing clerk!

Why wasn't I
informed of this?

Where is
Inspector Wellington?

Can I help you, sir?

You were meant to
teach my son to be a detective,

yet now,
I find him filing here

like some junior clerk!

WILLIAM:
Ah, yes.

Well, I can
explain, sir.

Your son is an extremely

proficient police officer.
However...

he has been in the force
for barely half a year,

and entering at
detective level means

he still has
a great deal to learn.

Did my son request
this position?

No, sir.

I took the decision

to put him on
administration duty,

since I felt it
imperative that he

acquire the knowledge
from the ground up.

Well, listen carefully,
Inspector Wellington,

because I am
going to tell you

exactly what is going
to happen here.

Fitzroy will be reinstated
as a police detective

with immediate effect.

The feeble,
insubstantial character

that has blighted him
since birth

will be knocked out of him,

and he will be turned into
a man that his family

can finally be proud of.

The police commissioner's
words, sir, not mine.

(chuckles)
He's insisting that Fitzroy

make inspector
by the end of the year.

The police commissioner gets

what the police commissioner
wants.

You can't be serious, sir.

My job is to ensure
the effective running

of this constabulary.

Half my time is
financial planning.

And the last few months,

I've been petitioning
the commissioner

to push the home office
to review our budgets.

In the last ten years,
this city has grown with

eight extra miles of
new residential streets

to patrol in
Tottenham alone.

But surely
the fate of his son

is an entirely
separate matter, sir?

You have a lot to learn
if you think that is the case.

(sighs)
Look, Fitzroy is a
thoroughly decent young man,

but he's no detective,
let alone inspector material.

The streets are getting
more violent

year on year, and if
he is placed back in action,

he will not only
put his own life at risk,

but my men, too.

Just take a seat, eh?

(sighs)

You and I have been
at odds recently.

However...

in this instance,
there is nothing you have said

that I do not concur with.

But be that as it may,

I'm afraid we have
no choice in the matter.

Which is why
I've made a decision.

Sir?

Fitzroy will be
taken from your command,

and placed under
Detective Phelps.

Phelps hates
the lad, sir.

(laughs)
Well, in that case,

he'll either give up
or die trying.

And if that happens,

I'm sure his family
will receive a medal,

which I'm sure will go
down well with his father.

♪ ♪

Listen to me, laddie.

You've got a good future
ahead of you.

Fitzroy will only
blacken your reputation.

Is that what you want?

Course not, sir.

Good.

Then he will transfer
to Detective Phelps

with immediate effect.

And that is an order.

Yes, sir.

(whistling)

ELIZA:
Good afternoon, Mr. Potts.

Miss Scarlet.

I was in need of your advice.

I have a question on
the poisonous properties

of a particular plant.

Miss Scarlet,
my break is over

and I must
return to my duties.

I cannot loiter
here on the street

discussing botany
with you.

I quite understand,
Mr. Potts.

So perhaps I should
come inside?

(breathless laugh)

The British Library
is a mere ten-minute stroll

from this very spot.

I'm sure you'll find
the answer

to all manner of questions
within its hallowed walls.

Now, if you'll
excuse me...

(lock turning)

Ivy was asking
after you this morning.

(turning stops)

♪ ♪

Was she?
Yes.

I of course gave a
very agreeable account of you

and will happily
continue to do so.

What are you saying,
exactly?

You scratch my back
and I'll scratch yours.

A lady should not say
such unseemly things.

It is not Christian.

If you help me,

I will continue
to sing your praises.

That...

That is blackmail.

That is business.

(deep sigh)

So, do we have a deal?

There's a man.

He seems to be
watching you.

♪ ♪

I'll be back,

Mr. Potts.

God save us all.

♪ ♪

(knocking)

Come.

Dear God.

That's your father's
handiwork, I assume?

Sir, I'd like to convey

how much I am
looking forward to

coming back to the field,

but I think there's
been some mistake.

I've been told to
report to Detective Phelps.

There's been no mistake.

But Detective Phelps
loathes me.

He thinks I'm just
some spoilt toff

born with a silver spoon
in my mouth.

Detective Phelps is

a very good officer.
He's a thug!

Detective Phelps is
your superior

and you will show respect.

Is that understood?

Yes, sir.

Now, if there's nothing else?

I just...

I don't understand why I can't
stay under your command.

Are you somehow suggesting

that I would give you an
easier time of it?

Of course not, sir.
Good.

Now get back to work.

Yes, sir.

(door opening, closing)

(indistinct street chatter)

♪ ♪

(door closing)

(horse snorts)

♪ ♪

(horse whinnies)

(horse hooves clomping)

(door closing)

Why are you following me?

(door closing)

How I have longed to meet
the lady detective.

Mr. Patrick Nash,
proprietor.

Well, then I'll
ask you instead.

Why are you following me?

Now, when I first heard
about you, Miss Scarlet,

I assumed being a detective
was a mere hobby.

You might find the odd
rich lady's missing poodle,

but you'd soon tire of it.

In fact, my men
were so amused

by the idea of
a female detective,

they took bets
on how long you'd last.

(men snickering)

But weeks went by,
and then months,

and you were
still in the game.

And somehow
you became less amusing.

What do you want?

You are determined,
ambitious, hungry.

The holy trinity.

In short, I want you to
come and work for me.

Shall we step into my office,
talk terms?

I've heard of
your agency, Mr. Nash,

and the means by which you
and your men investigate.

I hear blackmail

is your favored tool.

Surely you know better
than to listen to rumors?

Thank you for your offer,
but no thank you.

So please call off your dogs.

(small chuckle)

That is a shame,
since we are kindred spirits.

As an Irishman,

I know what it is to
face prejudice.

(laughs)
I can assure you

we have nothing in common.

That's not strictly true.

We have Dr. Flint's case,
for one.

There is a reason
why you were brought

onto his case
so late in the day.

Dr. Flint
came to see me first,

but I was too expensive,
of course,

so he went to see
Gill and Son.

They were also too costly
for the old miser.

So he went around the city,
to no avail,

until he found someone
with the lowest fees in London.

You.

You're selling
yourself short.

What I charge is
no business of yours.

It is when I have to
undercut you.

I'll be sending
one of my men

to let Dr. Flint know
I've changed my mind.

He can have my services.
For free.

Unless, of course,

you wish to
reconsider my offer?

Well, in that case,

may the best man win.

I look forward to it,

Miss Scarlet.

I do love a challenge!

(chuckles)

(indistinct street chatter)

The Royal Botanical Society
is always happy

to welcome in new members,
Miss Belfry.

Well, that is music
to my ears, Mr. Humphries.

I'm only an
amateur enthusiast,

but I do love
to be close to nature.

Yes.

Oh, my.

what a lovely shrub.

Oh, that is no shrub,
Miss Belfry.

That is a fern.

Osmunda regalis,
to be precise.

How I do love to be corrected,
Mr. Humphries.

(light chuckle)
Mm.

In fact,

perhaps you might give me
your expert advice

on another plant.

Mm-hmm.

The, uh, Angel of Inferno.
Mm.

Its poisonous properties
and exotic location

have quite captured
my imagination.

As you have captured mine,
my dear.

(both chuckle)

And please,
correct me if I am wrong,

but did I read
that it not only grows

on the volcanic slopes
of Guatemala,

but also here
at the society?

Indeed,
we do have the plant.

However, due to its
toxic capabilities,

it is kept in a section
for members only.

And, at present,
you are not a member.

(small chuckle)

I could add your name to
our waiting list...

our very long waiting list.

Or perhaps, as curator,
I may be able to

move your name to the top.

That is so kind,
Mr. Humphries.

Er, but might
I have a little peep

at your
membership list first?

As an unmarried lady,

it's imperative I associate

with only the right sort.
Oh, of course.

I have the list in my office.
However, I am overdue

for my next appointment,

so perhaps you could
come back tomorrow?

(chuckling):
Oh!

How I do love roses.

Oh!

Oh, my goodness.

I seem to have pricked
my finger.

Oh!

My dear Miss Belfry.

(swats)
(startles)

I'm feeling a little faint,

Mr. Humphries.

Might I attend to
my injury

in the privacy of
your office?

Of course.

My appointment can wait.
(chuckles)

Alone.

♪ ♪

(rattling)

(door opening)

I do not need your help,
Mr. Humphries.

Nor would I be free
to give it to you

at this precise moment,
Miss Belfry.

You see,
the police are here

and require my assistance
on an urgent matter.

NASH:
The membership list,
Mr. Humphries?

Of course,
Inspector Bates.

Just a moment.

Inspector Bates,
you say?

I am well acquainted with
the officers at Scotland Yard,

but have not heard
mention of you before.

You are well-acquainted
with Scotland Yard?

In what capacity, madam?

I mean, you don't look
like a law-breaker to me.

How exactly are you
acquainted, Miss Belfry?

My uncle works for
the Home Office.

Oh, I have many friends
in that department.

What's his name?

Mr...

Fenchurch.

Ah yes,
Mr. Fenchurch.

Met him on
a number of occasions.

It's just a shame that
one man's reputation

can be lost forever.

I'd wager many of
his colleagues

have frequented that
particular East End brothel.

It's just unfortunate
that he was caught.

Mm.

Look, I don't wish to be
rude, Mr. Humphries,

but this is a...

confidential matter.

Oh, absolutely,
Inspector.

If you don't mind,
Miss Belfry.

(indistinct street chatter)

Well, I hope you've had
a better day than I have.

I doubt it.

And the cause,
since you ask...

I didn't.

...is him.

Nash & Sons.

Not that the man
has any sons.

He's a liar
and a crook.

Aye, his means of investigation
are debatable,

but that's why the
metropolitan police use him.

He gets results,
no questions asked.

Well, he's undercutting me
with a client.

A client who he himself is
a very unpleasant man.

So if you're here for

some pleasant company,
William,

then you've come to
the wrong place.

(sighs)
In fact, I've had
a horrible day.

Every man I've had to deal with
has been detestable.

Well, I'm glad I dropped by.

(door closes)
(sighs)

I'm glad you did, too.

'Cause the fact is,

this Nash has
ten times my resources,

and I need your help,
William.

Eliza, my world
doesn't revolve around you.

I have my own problems.
I am trying to hunt down
a blackmailer.

And if I don't,

another bottle of this
will be poisoned.

Or even worse,
Nash will win the case.

Nash winning the case

is worse than a member
of the public dying?

(scoffs)
Don't twist my words.

I didn't.

Eliza,
this is serious.

Have the police
been informed?

No.

It's highly confidential.

Not when there's
a threat to life it isn't.

I want all the details of
this investigation.

But I've signed a
confidentiality agreement.

Do you think that I want
or need more cases?

(sighs)
But as an officer of the law,

when there's a danger
to the general public,

then the police
must investigate.

Fine.

I need time to
write up my notes.

I'll bring you what I have

by the end of the day.
(sighs)

I know that look.

What look?

The look that is covering
a multitude of calculations

that are currently
racing through your head.

I have no idea what you're
talking about, William.

Of course you don't.

End of the day, Eliza.

(door opening)

(frustrated exhalation)

(door closes)

IVY:
You should have a proper
hot dinner at home this evening.

Eating supper at your desk,
it's not right.

I don't know what
your father'd say.

Actually I do know what
your father'd say--

"Don't bother, Ivy,
she doesn't listen anyway."

What exactly
are you looking for?

Whoever this poisoner is,

they had access to
the Botanical Society.

It's the only place,
other than Guatemala,

that grows this
Angel of Inferno.

I've tried to establish
who the members are,

but as yet,
I've only found a few.

And of those, I can find

absolutely no connection
to Dr. Flint.

Shouldn't you be on your way
to Scotland Yard by now?

I thought you had to
share your findings

with Inspector Wellington...
And I will.

But I have
until the end of day.

I'm determined to find
some leads first.

If Scotland Yard
crack this case,

I want to get some credit.

Moreover, I desperately
don't want Nash to win.

Well, can't you get
Moses to help you?

Well, I would if
I knew where he was.

Where does he
disappear to?

I have learnt not to ask.

I saw Mr. Potts earlier.

He said he liked your new hat.
Did he?

(gasps)
So you did see him today!

I love this stuff.

Used it for years.

It really is a cure for
everything.

Coughs and colds

and better at
getting out stubborn stains

than any soap can.

It's also clearly
an excellent tool

for a subject change.

I can assure you,
Dr. Flint is no doctor.

Nor is this elixir anything
other flavored water.

It's all a con.

Excuse me, but I remember
a certain young lady

used to love it as a girl.

But back then,
it had a different name--

Flint and Doyle's
Magic Medicine.

In fact,
sometimes I think

you pretended to
have a sore throat

just so I could
give you a spoonful.

Did you just say
Flint and Doyle?

(indistinct chatter)

(horse hooves clopping)

Breathe in.

And breathe out.

(exhales)

I don't like the sound
of that at all.

There is a crackle
on your chest, Cedric.

(mumbles)
What have I told you

about going out
without a blanket?

I have told him many times
Dr. Stanhope,

that he should get
a new carriage.

Will you two stop fussing
over me like I was a child!

(knocking, door opening)
(grunting)

Miss Scarlet.

Please forgive
the unexpected visit.

But I was hoping to have
a private word with Mr. Doyle.

Whatever you have to say
to Mr. Doyle,

you can say to me.

Your unwillingness to
share your findings

suggests you have made
no inroads.

No matter, since now I have
an additional agency

working for me.

Yes, I am aware of that.

Nash & Sons.

Not that he has any sons.

They are confident

that they will have
the blackmailer

in custody by
this time tomorrow.

Come along now,
please, Cedric.

(coughing)
I will return to my practice,

and I can drop you
at home on the way.

(door closing)
You wished to speak to me?

Please.

Um...

The remedy
you manufacture,

at one time it had
a slightly different name.

Flint and Doyle's
Magic Medicine.

My father met Dr. Flint
when he went to India,

looking for ingredients
for a health remedy.

They became partners
and my father moved over here.

Nobody would have bought

a product called
Flint and Mahajan,

so my father
changed his name to Doyle.

I know all too
well that dilemma.

It's still my father's name
that hangs outside my office.

(exhales)

They built
the business together,

and then, when
my father died...

Dr. Flint took his name
off the product.

Surely such an action would
cause some resentment?

Dr. Flint has been
a good employer to me.

And if I am under suspicion,
then you are mistaken.

I have to consider
all possibilities, Mr. Doyle.

If you will excuse me,
I have work to do.

As you wish.

(door opens, closes)

♪ ♪

I do apologize.
(shrieks)

My purse!
She's stolen my purse!

Thief! Thief!

She's stolen my purse!

What are you talking about?
Oh, thank goodness.

She's taken my purse!

(chuckling):
I have done no such thing!

I saw her take it

and put it in her pocket.

Don't be ridiculous!

♪ ♪

There! She has it.
You see?

No...
Come with me, madam.

It wasn't me who took it!

♪ ♪

(hooves clomping,
distant bell tolling)

(knock at door)

Inspector Wellington.

How nice to see you.

Hello, Ivy.
(clears throat)

I'm looking for Eliza.

She's not at her office.

Ah, well, she's not here
either I'm afraid.

Would you like to
leave a message?

She was meant to deliver
some information to me,

but it seems to have
slipped her mind.

Do you mind if I
come in and wait?

I was just about
to have dinner.

Oh.

Well, that would be
most welcome.

That woman is nothing
but an opportunist.

I mean, you'd think I would have
learned by now wouldn't you?

But, no, still I give her
the benefit of the doubt.

She never had any intention
of bringing me that file.

None whatsoever.

She has no thought for anything
other than her own gain.

Well, that's a little unfair,
Inspector Wellington.

Yes, Eliza has her faults,

but she's just trying
to make her way in life.

(inhales)
More beans, Mr. Potts?

(awkward chuckle)

Thank you, Miss Woods.

Inspector?

Mm.

Thank you.

You surely agree with me,
don't you, Mr. Potts?

She's caused you many
a headache.

You're always saying
how impossible she can be.

Well, I'm not sure those
were my exact words

No, your exact words were,
"impossible, untrustworthy,

and un-Christian."

(stammers)

Miss Scarlet can be somewhat
single-minded.

But I think

what Miss Woods is saying
does also have some truth.

Miss Scarlet is a woman.

trying to build a business
in, in a world

usually the reserve of a man.

Come on, admit it,
you loathe her.

(laughing forcefully)

No!

I never suggested anything
as strongly as loathe!

We merely see things, uh,
in a different light.

If anything,
I admire her fortitude.

(clears throat)

Well, you've changed your tune.

I remember you saying...

(loudly):
Miss Woods,

this really is
a delicious dinner.

The beans so
crisp and fresh.

(chuckles)

The dumplings
so plump and moist.

It's a pleasure to cook
for a gentleman.

Ah.
(chuckles)

She'd better have
a damn good explanation

when I catch up with her.
(awkward laugh)

(fork clatters on plate)

(turns lock, keys jingling)

I'm free to go?

I had no idea you were
down here all night.

I could've kept you company.

I'll be sure to mention that
to Inspector Wellington

when I thank him for bailing me.

Nah, the skipper ain't
due in for another hour.

What?

Wasn't him that bailed ya.

(indistinct chatter)

My dear Miss Scarlet.

What a pleasure it is
to be once again

in your...
convivial company.

Likewise, Mr. Sinclaire.

You are the reason for my bail?

Indeed I am.

And I'm quite certain
that a woman with such

an enquiring mind

must have many questions

as to why Basil Sinclaire
would do such a thing?

But....

allow me to explain, my dear.

The simple fact is that
whenever you have featured

in my publication,
it has sold exponentially.

And as chief correspondent of
the "Illustrated Police News,"

it would be remiss of me not to
pursue the further adventures

of the lady detective.

You want to write
a story about me?

(chuckling):
Oh, my dear Miss Scarlet.

If you wish to call your latest
investigation a mere story,

that is your prerogative.

I, myself, would rather
an intoxicating blend

of blackmail, poison,
and witchcraft.

(laughs)

My investigation
is highly confidential.

But I can confirm there's
no witchcraft involved.

Forgive my directness,

but as a steward
of the people,

it would be cruel of me

to deprive them of my tales
of this great city of ours.

Do I make myself
quite clear?

No.

I will write this article with
or without your cooperation.

And either you
will be my heroine,

or Mr. Nash
will be my hero.

The choice, as they say,
is yours.

This is blackmail.

This is business.

♪ ♪

OFFICER:
Let's go! Let's go!

(indistinct shouting)

(bullets clattering
to the ground)

Oh, what the hell?!

Were you born this stupid?

Wagon's outside.
I'll be out in a minute.

Christ alive, Fitzroy!

You take much longer,
and I'll shoot you myself!

That snake Cooper will have
scarpered at this rate!

You doing a raid
on the Cooper mob?

Well, that's the plan,
if this moron would hurry up.

Detective Fitzroy
needs to come with me.

A case has just come up

and I need his help.

But the guv'nor
said that he was--

I'm your governor,
and I'm telling you that Fitzroy

is with me.

Yes, Duke.

Thank you, sir.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Come along.

(horse whinnies,
people chattering)

I assume this visit
is confirmation of your desire

to become a member,

Miss Belfry?
(polite chuckle)

Although I am rather
concerned regarding this, um,

wayward uncle of yours
in the Home Office,

Oh, no need, Mr. Humphries.

Since the scandal,
my family have cut ties.

Ah, well, in that case,

I would be honored to
brief you on every detail.

However,

you might remember my mention
of a rather long waiting list.

So, perhaps dinner to discuss
moving your name to the top?

Oh...

That would have
been delightful,

however I find myself
somewhat under the weather.

(chuckling):
My overenthusiasm with

the roses yesterday.

My little prick
has become infected.

Oh, my dear Miss Belfry.

It's nothing.

Just some foul-smelling pus.

It's extremely frustrating

as it also prevented me

from attending your lecture
last night.

(chuckling):
Oh, well, it was more of
a book launch.

The Woolwich Trust were selling

their new publication
to raise funds.

It's a very good cause,
medicine for the poor.

But yes, I see why you
would have been interested,

given your fascination
with botany.

In fact their book has a chapter
on your Angel of Inferno.

Apparently, the toxin derived
from the leaves

has a luminous quality.

A plant that glows in the dark.

Yes, imagine that.

How extraordinary.

May I buy a copy of the book?

Oh, that nice police inspector
who you met in my office--

he attended the launch,
he bought the last copy.

Yes, I meant to ask you
about him.

Did he, uh, find what he
was looking for

in your membership list?

I have no idea.

(chuckles)

(playfully):
Confidential case, apparently.

But he did say he was close
to making an arrest.

♪ ♪

This book.

What is it called?

Oh...
(hits key)

Here is a copy
of the advertisement

from last night's launch.

You'll find the book
in any good bookshop

"Kill or Cure?: The Poisonous
Properties of Plants."

Now... to the other matter?

Dinner.

(soft chuckle)

Let me just find my diary.

Shall we say Monday?
(papers rustling)

Which should give your infection
time to heal.

Here we are...

So, um...

Miss Belfry?

(hooves clomping,
people chattering)

(footsteps approaching)

(door opens)

(sighs)

Oh...

Before you start
huffing and puffing,

I can explain.

Firstly,
I neither huff nor puff.

Secondly, I have no inclination
to be lied to again.

I want that case file.
Now!

And I would have given it
to you last night

had I not been arrested on some
trumped up charge made by Nash!

I spent the night in a cell!

And yes, uh huh,
I had been released for hours

and I could have
brought it to you,

but I'm a professional,
William,

and I wanted one last crack
at finding a lead!

(chuckling):
Because the idiot that I am
wants you to think,

"Hasn't she done a good job?

Well done, Eliza!"

Not that you'd ever
actually say it to me.

I have said that
to you many times.

Not nearly enough!

Here! Have the damn case!

I'm at a dead-end anyway,

which I'm sure will amuse you!

This is you, uh,
being professional, is it?

(sighs)

I apologize.

I have had a very
trying few days.

But I meant what I said.

I delayed handing in the case

because I do want you to think
well of my skills.

(sighs)

Fine.

Come on.

Where am I going?

At least give me
the credit to know

that this little outburst
had one objective only.

To induce guilt so that
I would consent to you

working the case with me.
(scoffs)

That is unfounded,
unfair, and absolutely not true.

Just stop talking
and bring the file.

♪ ♪

(papers rustling)

For the last year, Dr. Flint
has been looking for land

to build an additional factory.

He found some cheap wasteland
in the East End,

but it had already been
earmarked by a charity.

They were going to build
a hospital for the poor,

but Flint outbid them,
and bought the land instead.

This is good work indeed,
Detective.

This charity, would they
be called the Woolwich Trust

by any chance?

The very one.

Get a list of members
of this Woolwich Trust.

Yes, sir.

(door closes)

So Mr. Doyle attends
the fundraiser

for the
Woolwich Trust's book,

which means he must
support their cause.

Medicine for the poor.

And the same Woolwich Trust
was the benevolent association

who planned to build a hospital,
until Flint stole their land.

Mr. Doyle was also
personally betrayed by Flint

when his father's name
was taken off their remedy.

He should now be a partner,

but instead is just
a lowly assistant.

Sounds like we've
got our man.

(tools clattering)

Mr. Doyle?

(sniffs)
He's still breathing.

Just.

♪ ♪

What are you doing?

♪ ♪

(turns lantern switch)

He's been poisoned.

♪ ♪

No doubt I shall be next.

I received this.

Same envelope.

Same typeface.

It's from the blackmailer.

I could have told you that!

Your skills of deduction

leave much to be desired.

What does it say?

I haven't opened it because
I do not care what it says!

Whoever is doing this has taken
the only thing I care about.

If Nicholas was

your prime suspect,

then you're
no detective at all.

(sobbing):
He is the closest thing

I have to a son!
(door closes)

Oh, Cedric...

Nicholas is a
strong young man,

and I have seen to it

that he will receive
the best care here.

(door opens)

Dr. Stanhope?

How is Mr. Doyle?

Really?

Extremely poorly.

Never was a kinder soul
than Nicholas Doyle.

Cedric's a fool to himself.

You speak of the blackmail?

You believe Dr. Flint should
pay the money demanded?

To stop this madness, yes.

£2,000 is nothing to him.

And my belief is
he could be next.

And he's not a man
of strong constitution.

NURSE: Dr. Stanhope.
Excuse me.

I must confer with
the doctors here.

Fitzroy's made a list

of all the members
of the Woolwich Trust.

I don't need to see the list,
William.

I know who the blackmailer is.

SINCLAIRE:
The Curator of the Royal
Botanical Society?

ELIZA:
Mr. Humphries.

He had access to the poisonous
plant, the Angel of Inferno.

And the poison was luminous,
you say?

Indeed.

And this second blackmail letter
you mention?

But this is still sealed?

Oh well, I thought it would
enhance your story,

Mr. Sinclaire.

The lady detective
so sure of the blackmailer,

she had no need
to open their second letter.

Bravo, Miss Scarlet.

I do believe you have
missed your calling.

You are a natural when it
comes to the art of, uh,

spinning a story.

Almost as good as myself.

That is high praise indeed
coming from

the chief correspondent himself.

(opens letter)

Ah yes...

Just as I thought.

You see, Mr. Sinclaire?

The letter X has a

distinctive
faulty mark in both.

Just like the first
blackmail letter.

Which means they were all
typed from the same typewriter.

The curator's typewriter!

Precisely.

So this, uh...
(papers rustling)

...Humphries had access
to the poison

and to the typewriter
that wrote both

of the blackmail letters.

(papers rustling)
And he was also a member

of the Woolwich Trust.

They had procured cheap land

to build a hospital
for the poor,

but Dr. Flint outbid them.

He bought the land for himself
to build a new factory instead.

This extortion was
an act of revenge.

(clears throat)

No witchcraft, though?

(chuckling):
No, I'm afraid not.

Although... the luminous quality
of the poison

has a touch of black magic,

does it not?

Indeed.

I am meeting
Inspector Wellington

in precisely one hour
at the Botanical Society,

when Mr. Humphries
will be arrested.

I assume you'd like
to attend?

♪ ♪

So you see, Dr. Flint,

my evidence points quite firmly

to Mr. Humphries here.

I want that scoundrel locked up!

I am no blackmailer!

NASH:
Ah, Miss Scarlet,

I was just explaining
to my client,

Dr. Flint, how I deduced
Mr. Humphries was the culprit.

And you make sure you put
our contact details

in your piece, Sinclaire.

I would not wish to
pass up an opportunity

for promotion.

You were under the pay
of Nash all along?

Mr. Nash is one of our most
generous advertisers.

We must repay our patrons
where we can.

And sharing my evidence
was just the ticket?

NASH:
That's a tad ungrateful,
Miss Scarlet.

Without my bail, you'd
still be in a police cell.

You were the reason I was there
in the first place!

HUMPHRIES:
Why do you keep
calling her

Miss Scarlet?

This is Miss Belfry,

the lady that wished to join
the society because...

Just as I am no police
inspector, Mr. Humphries,

this is no lady.

She is a
private detective.

Impressive, is she not?

Well, I'd love to
stay and chat,

but I'm afraid

I really must get on.

(snaps fingers)
Let's take him down
to Scotland Yard.

Please!

Please, there's been
a terrible mistake!

Dr. Flint?

(door closes)

I knew Mr. Sinclaire
was double crossing me.

That's why I lied to him
to mislead Nash.

Mr. Humphries is not
your blackmailer.

But the typewriter?

Oh, that particular make,

the Remington first edition,

has a common fault
with its letter X.

But if Humphries is not the
blackmailer, then who is?

George.

Emmett, how could you
do this to me?!

We were going to build
a hospital.

A place where the poor
could finally be nursed

and looked after.

We spent years fundraising
to buy that piece of land,

somewhere we could
finally afford.

And then you come along

and take it from us
because it was cheap.

Cheap, like you are, Cedric.

The money Dr. Stanhope
demanded was to be funneled

back into the charity.

It was recompense
for what they paid out in

planning permission
and architect's drawings

over the years.

It would also have gone
some way to finding

another site for
the hospital.

How did you know it was him?

Well, he knew the
increased amount

the blackmailer was demanding

without having
even seen the letter.

It was sealed until
I opened it in my office.

And contrary to what I
told Mr. Sinclaire,

Mr. Humphries is not a member
of the Woolwich Trust,

but Dr. Stanhope is.

He's their chairman.

He's also on the board
of the Botanical Society

and had access to the
poisonous plant.

Now, about Nicholas?

Dr. Stanhope administered
a mild dose of poison.

(voiceover):
His intention was to render
Mr. Doyle unconscious,

not to kill him.

FLINT:
I have reinstated your father's
name on our product.

And you will be my partner,
as is right.

I want our company to buy
that land and to donate it,

so the hospital for the poor

can still be built.

(soft chuckle)

And we shall donate it
in your father's name.

(laughing):
My friend.

My dear, dear friend.
(chuckles)

♪ ♪

(train whistle blaring)

(sighs)

I will never trust
that toad Sinclaire again.

Why you trusted him in the
first place is a mystery to me.

I heard what you did
for young Fitzroy.

Pulling him from that raid
on the Cooper gang.

He cannot speak
highly enough of you.

They're not just a gang,

they are the most brutal
criminals in the city.

He's very lucky
to have you look out for him.

Please do not give me
that indulgent smile.

It's not indulgence,
it's affection!

Of course it is.

William, do not presume to be
able to read my mind.

If I could then I am quite sure
that we would never speak again.

(laughs)

Miss.
Do give my best
to Mr. Potts.

I'm not going to the mortuary,
I'm going home.

I know,
but from what I've seen,

I believe he'll be
a frequent visitor.

Ivy seems quite
taken with him.

(chuckles)

Miss Scarlet.

Detective Fitzroy.

(door closes)

If you can drag your eyes

from Miss Scarlet
for a moment,

a fraud case has just
come in, Detective.
Yes, sir.

The jewelers on
Montgomery Street--

Hayman & Bloom.

Get me everything
you can find on them.

Yes, sir.
(closes door)

Inspector.

I hear you plucked young Fitzroy
from Detective Phelps

to assist you instead.
Yes, sir, he has an
encyclopedic knowledge

on poisons and I needed
his insight on a case.

Encyclopedic, you say?

WILLIAM:
Mm.

Impressive.

Well, get to it,
Detective.

Yes, sir.

You disobeyed another
direct order, Inspector.

(clears throat)

I apologize, sir,
but as I said...
Laddie.

I was born on the streets
of Glasgow, just like you,

and I am as savvy
as the day I was born.

Do not assume
my comfortable position here

has turned me otherwise.

(door opens)

Ah, good day, Commissioner.

I have a whiskey with your name
on it waiting on my desk.

Well, I hope it's large one.

Home Office are a bloody bugger
to deal with.

(chuckles)
Large and strong.

Just how I like my women.

(both laughing)

♪ ♪

(sighs)

(hoofbeats clomping)

(horse nickers)

Miss Scarlet.

I wished to congratulate you
in person

on your magnificent win.

Well played.

Thank you.

How nice to have the opportunity

to wish you commiserations
in person, Mr. Nash.

For I believe
this evening's edition

of the "Illustrated Police News"
will be leaving the printers

and on its way to be devoured
by its readership.

How they will be eating up
Mr. Sinclaire's story,

only later to discover that
the genius Mr. Nash

accused the wrong man.

It is no matter.

Sinclaire will issue an apology

to Mr. Humphries
in the next edition.

Oh, I think you'll find that
a man such as Mr. Humphries

will want a little more
than that.

A lawsuit, perhaps?

(laughs)

What a woman you are.

No, I'm afraid
I'm even more eager

to have you work for me
than ever.

Well, my answer is still no.

Then what can I do to make
you change your mind, I wonder?

Nothing.

There's always something.

Even you, Miss Scarlet,
will have your price.

I suppose I could
try blackmail?

Your Jamaican friend
surely has a past.

There's no doubt
a tale there.

However, perhaps I'd rather
you come to me willingly,

not coerced.

♪ ♪

I can play as dirty as you, sir.

So believe me when I say,

you do not want me as an enemy.

No, I want you
as my employee.

So take some time,
think about my offer.

Until then...

Miss Scarlet.

(birds twittering)

(click)

♪ ♪

ELIZA:
This entire scene is exactly

as it was in the novel.

WILLIAM:
If someone is that keen

to replicate the book,

then it is possible that
they could kill again.

(screams)

ELIZA:
Whatever secrets he knows

he'll take them to the grave.

I've been offered
a promotion.

The job's in Glasgow.

♪ ♪

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