All language subtitles for Duke.S02E01

♪ ♪

ELIZA:
I don't wish to sound boastful

but I am the only
female detective in London.

She's a what?
(groans)

♪ ♪

(gunshots)

If you wish to have
some kind of future

with Inspector Wellington,

you need to start considering
what cases you take.

We are in competition,
are we not?

Sir, are you and her...
No.

I may have a case for you.

Make yourself at home.

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(thunder claps)

(whimpers)

(click)

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(indistinct chatter)

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(snoring)

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(snorts quietly)

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(footsteps approaching)

Lord Bullingdon.

Miss Scarlet.

(soft chuckle)
I apologize for disturbing
your evening.

(soft groan)

However, I wanted to inform you
that I have found them.

You've found them?!

My babies?

Oh!

I am most impressed!

I must admit,

I wasn't entirely convinced
you had it in you.

(humorless chuckle)

Well, as promised
when you engaged me,

I offer a highly
professional service.

I shall fetch my man.

He will take them home.

Lord Bullingdon?

The matter of my fee?

Oh, of course!

I shall send payment
to your office on Friday.

May I ask why not now?

Because it is not
convenient.

But Friday is not convenient
for me.

Our contract clearly states
payment in full on delivery.

I have daughters your age.

If they spoke to me
in that kind of fashion,

they would be
reprimanded at once.

You will be paid at a time
agreeable for me, young lady.

Now, I bid you good night.

(birds cooing)

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(wings flapping)

(cooing)

What in heavens name?

(cages rattling)

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You would not dare.

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(horse trotting outside)

(lightly snoring,
footsteps approaching)

(snorts)

WILLIAM:
Good morning.

Oh!

(William sniffs)

What is that smell?

Never mind that!

I've been stuck here
all night, William!

Where have you been?

At home. Asleep.

Where you should have been.

But apparently you chose
to disturb the peace instead.

Well, it has been three weeks
since your last arrest,

so I suppose this is
progress of sorts.

Lucky for you the cells
were all full.

(chuckling, sarcastic):
Oh yes,
I'm feeling extremely lucky.

What is that smell?

Manure.

I've had little experience
of allotments,

but after searching through
at least 50

for those damn pigeons,
I'm now quite the expert.

You'd be surprised at
the variety of manure used.

Mm.

Most of which ended up
on my dress.

Well, those pigeons
will have certainly ruined

such expensive
velvet curtains.

You'll have to pay a fine.

(sighs)

It's just so unjust.

I've been in this business
long enough to know

that I'm good at it,
yet why do I still struggle

to attract
more illustrious cases?

You asking me
or blaming me?

Just so that I'm clear
before I answer.

I'm simply pointing out
that trying to build

a successful agency would not
be as hard if I were man.

Mm.

Well, being a man has
its disadvantages too.

(chuckling):
Oh really? Such as?

(laughs)

I promise by the time
we dine tomorrow

I will have thought of
at least half a dozen.

Four dinners in
as many weeks.

People will begin
to gossip.

Let them.

We're just two old friends
enjoying an evening out.

(chair creaks)
Well...

I should get on.

I have an important meeting
to prepare for.

Oh, the new superintendent?

(sighing):
Yes, and I'm determined to be
in accord with him

a damn sight more than I was
with the last.

God rest his soul.

Ah. Don't be too effusive,
William.

It doesn't suit your face.

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Are you saying that I'm
ill-tempered much of the time?

I'm simply saying
that your natural disposition

is not one of enthusiasm.

(chuckles)
You are measured.

There, how does that sound?

Like you're trying
to placate me.

ALICE LEE:
I demand to speak to him!

CHARLIE PHELPS:
And I've told you
he's a very busy man.

So I suggest you calm down

and stop making
a spectacle of yourself.

Sir, this lady's insisting

on talking with you,
but I've tried to tell her

you have other matters
to attend to.

You're Inspector Wellington!?

You're the one whose

cast my sister aside
like some dirt on your shoe!?

You need to calm yourself,
madam.

You've done nothing
to find her

yet you've closed her case?

If this is regarding
an investigation,

you need to speak with
the desk sergeant.

Charlie.
(pats Charlie's back)

No, it's you who must
answer for this!

You were in charge
of her case

and yet you've
found nothing!

How can that be?

Get her out of here, Charlie.

(gasps)

You're a disgrace!

Inspector Wellington!

A disgrace!

You know, you should be
ashamed of yourself!

Do you remember the case?

Right now,
I'm more concerned about him.

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Who is he?

The new superintendent.

(knock at door)

SUPERINTENDENT MONRO:
Come!

Good morning, sir.

I just wanted to come by
and introduce myself.

I'm Inspec...
I know exactly who you are.

I wanted to apologize
for the scene

that you've just witnessed,
sir.

And to assure you that it's,
it's not a regular occurrence.

No need to apologize.

Take a seat, laddie.

The general public have no idea
the volume of cases

we have to attend to
week in, week out.

Always going to be someone

unsatisfied with our service.

Yes, sir.

(sniffs)
Thank you, sir.

And it was good to hear
that one of my own men

was from the old hometown.

You're from Glasgow, sir?

Dragged up in the tenements.
You?

Uh... workhouse.

Mm.

Nah... it was a long time ago.

So...

My predecessor.

I hear you two didn't see
eye to eye.

Let's just,
let's say that he was from

a different world to us.

(chuckles)
Stuck up prig, ay?

(laughs)

Ay, it's a slippery pole
on the way up,

unless you've been born with
a silver spoon in your geggie.

Yet here you are, sir.
Ah...

Here I am.

I was fortunate.

(picks up glass)

I had good governors
that have championed me.

So I like to do the same
for my own men.

Which is why I've brought a
couple with me here to the Met.

And I expect you to show them
the ropes, Wellington.

Take them under your wing.

Absolutely, sir.

Good.

Time for another?

There's always time for another,
sir.

Sláinte.

Sláinte.

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(horses trotting,
people chattering)

(horse whinnying)

Miss Scarlet!

Miss Scarlet!

Goodness you walk fast.

I'm sorry, have we met?

It's Hattie.

Hattie Parker.
Rupert's cousin.

Oh, of course!

Rupert mentioned you were
staying with his mother.

Although that was a while ago.

I haven't received a letter
in some weeks.

That is why I'm here.

Rupert has written to you

but mistakenly used
my aunt's address.

I hid it quickly
before she saw.

I do adore my cousin,
but he is absentminded

at the best of times.

Well, as a newly married man,

Tilly is no doubt
keeping him busy.

I gather it's the nighttime
amusements of Berlin

that keep him busiest.

And how is your aunt?

On the warpath.

Oh dear.

Who's upset her now?

You.

I didn't make Rupert
go to Germany!

In fact I had no hand in his
marriage to Tilly at all.

That is what I told her.

(imitating Mrs. Parker):
"But Harriet," she said,

"what do you know
about anything?

"You're a stupid,
stupid girl

with not one ounce
of common sense."

(soft chuckle)

Rupert mentioned
your father died.

I'm so sorry.

I know what it is to lose
someone so dear.

It was just Papa and I
for so long.

But now he has gone,
I am to be my aunt's companion.

(polite chuckle)

Well, it was very nice
to meet you, Miss Parker,

but I really should
get to work.

Oh yes,
your investigation agency.

I've heard all about it.

What you are doing is quite
marvelous, Miss Scarlet.

Oh...

Perhaps you'd like
to come to tea?

Today?

Um... maybe not today...
Tomorrow?

How about Wednesday?
4:00?

Splendid!

Thank you, Miss Scarlet.

Until Wednesday.

Mm-hmm.

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(sighs)

(loudly drops keys and purse)

Moses?

Can you please stop
breaking into my office!

I like to keep you on your toes.

It's good for business.

Speaking of business,
did you get it?

(coins jingling)

He tried to hold back
some of your fee

on account of his ruined
evening suit.
(coins jingling)

What a load of fuss over
a few pigeon droppings.

But I reasoned with him.

Well, you were clearly
very persuasive.

If that's what you want
to call it.
(slides chair)

How was your night
in Scotland Yard?

Irritating.
I take it your

inspector bail you out?

He's not my inspector.

Don't get too comfortable.

This is no lodging house.

I may have a case for you.

Make yourself at home.

So what is this case?

There's a landlord in
Whitechapel.

He has a guest
at his boarding house.

They be looking for the services
of a private detective.

(knocking on door)

ELIZA (voiceover):
What's the name?

MOSES (voiceover):
Miss Alice Lee.

I'm sorry you saw me
in that state.

Such was my rage
I have no recollection

you were even there.

All I saw was him.

That man who has the gall
to close my sister's case

without a by your leave!

(exhales)
Miss Lee...

I know this is no excuse,
but Inspector Wellington has

a great many cases
to deal with.

In fact he most likely

had little to do
with this investigation,

but rather his men
carried it out.

Inspector Wellington
signed the case closed.

He's the one
to answer for it.

So tell me about your sister.

Georgina is the sweetest girl.

Our parents are both dead
so all we have is each other.

I was so worried

when she said she wanted
to come to London to work.

I tried to stop her.

I didn't think she could
cope in the city

but she proved me wrong.

She got a job in a shop--
Wentworth's.

Well, that's not
just a shop.

Wentworth's is the
best department store

in the West End.

Three months ago
her letters stopped.

I became so worried

that I traveled down
from Yorkshire to see her.

I went straight to the store
but was told

she no longer worked there.

One day she just
didn't turn up.

They assumed
she'd got another job.

So you went to the police?

I filled out
a missing persons form.

And then last week

I got a letter to say
the case was closed.

They found nothing.

How?

How could they find nothing?

Will you help me?

Please?

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My heart goes out
to poor Miss Lee,

but offering my services will
not go down well with William.

No matter the rights
or the wrongs of the case,

she humiliated him in front
of his new superintendent.

It's a dilemma indeed.

(sighs)

How much longer
is this going to take?

It will take as long
as it takes.

Now stand still.
(sighs)

If you wish to have some kind of
future with Inspector Wellington

you need to start considering
what cases you take.

Ones that don't undermine
his reputation.

Who says I wish to have
a future with him?

Four evenings out says.

Oh, I had no idea
you were keeping count.

We're just old friends, Ivy.

Then have some loyalty.

Find this woman
someone else

to take her case.

And keep still!

Fine. You're right.

I will find Miss Lee

an alternative investigator.

I know that look, Lizzie.

Innocent as a lamb,

but there's always
the devilment of a but.

(scoffs)

But... first I will gather
the basic information.

That way if there is anything
that William has overlooked

I may tell him before
someone reopens the case.

It's the act of a friend, Ivy.

How selfless of you.

(sighs)

On occasion I have the need
to run, so I'd like my hemline

a little higher please?

Over my dead body!

You are not showing
your ankles.

(both laughing)

MAN:
Hya!

(horses trotting,
people chattering)

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Good morning, miss?

Yes, madam, how can I help?

Well, I was hoping you might
have a spare moment to talk?

About what?

Georgina Lee.

I'm working for her sister.

I'm a private detective.

(laughing):
You're a what?

Do you have a few moments?

Welcome to Wentworth's, madam,

the Pandora's Box
of the West End.

I trust Miss Yates is serving
you to your satisfaction?

She's no customer,
Mr. Salisbury.

She's a private detective

asking questions
about Georgina.

This is a department store,
madam.

If you're not intending
to buy anything

I would like you to leave.

Well, it will not take long.

It's, it's merely
a few questions that I seek.

Well, it looks like I'll have
to see you out myself then.

This way, please.

MRS. WENTWORTH:
Mr. Salisbury?

What on earth
is going on here?

I apologize,
Mrs. Wentworth.

I was attempting to ask
this lady to leave.

Not that she is a lady.

Apparently she's a
private detective.

She's a what?
(groans)

(clock chiming)

Thank you.

I apologize for our
Mr. Salisbury.

He can be a little
enthusiastic.

I do not wish to cause
any trouble.

It's merely a few questions
I seek on behalf of Miss Lee.

Oh, that poor woman must be
out of her mind with worry.

Georgina was such
a sweet girl.

The customers loved her.

So diligent and attentive.

Her absence is a loss
to the store.

And you do not have any idea
where she might have gone?

Oh, we assumed she found
a position elsewhere.

And this is what you
told the police?

Well, the police didn't come to
speak to me or to my husband.

And I'm glad of it,
what with my wife's

current condition.
And I must say

we weren't aware there was
even an investigation

until speaking with you.

What, the police didn't come
to the store?

They didn't speak to you
or the other shop girls?

No. No one did.

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Now, I know you've been
under the command

of Superintendent Monro,

and I have no doubt he has
the highest standards,

but different forces
have different procedures,

so I want you to
listen carefully.

Sir, I'm still not entirely sure
of the logistics

of this operation.

Well, if you'd just
let me finish, Detective.

Fitzroy, sir.

Uniform will enter through
the back--

Oliver Fitzroy, sir.

As I was saying, we will go in
through the front.

Now, to the best of
our knowledge,

this gang hasn't used
firearms before.

However we should be prepared
for anything.

And when you say
"anything," sir...

Oi, pretty boy,
shut your gob

and the let the
skipper speak.

What the hell's going on
with your hair?

(snickering)

Enough!

I want this to run
like clockwork.

So no one moves till I say.

We still have the element
of surprise,

so let's keep it that way.

Get to it.

Detective Fitzroy?

A word, please.

You're new, so...
Not that new, actually, sir.

I was posted at Essex
before this.

So I'm going to give you
the benefit of the doubt,

but interrupt me again
and you'll be cleaning out

the latrines in the cells.

Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

Sorry, sir.

Permission to speak, sir.

Permission denied.

Get to it.

(slams loudly)

(people chattering)

Miss Scarlet?

Miss Yates?

I can tell you some things
about Georgina.

But not here.

(cheers and applause)

So you think Georgina's
run away?

(scoffs)

I don't think.

I know.

And it's the same reason

she run away from her village.

Get away from that sister.

She was terrified of her.

But it was my understanding
that Georgina left Yorkshire

to find a job in London.

Well, her sister would say that,
wouldn't she?

Now, Georgina had
a different story.

That sister was suffocating,
treated her like a baby.

She even sewed Georgina's name

into all her clothes like
she was some little schoolgirl.

Why run away from London

when her sister lives
in Yorkshire?

Because she told Georgina she
was moving down to be near her.

She'll deny it, of course,
but that's the truth.

I told her to tell no one.

Not even me.

She needed a new start

away from that one
breathing down her neck.

I'm telling you--
that Miss Lee is no lady.

Not like us.

(indistinct chatter)

(places stein down)

I'd trust her as far as
I could throw her.

Stay sharp.

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(loudly bursts open)
Police!

You!

Get your hands up!

Hey... where you going?

(shouting)

You ain't going nowhere, son!

WILLIAM:
Do something useful,
Detective,

check upstairs.

Make sure this is
the lot of them.

That's it, nice and easy
does it.

(pushes forcefully, grunts)

Where's your stash?

I know it's here somewhere.

Very well,
I'll find it myself.

Get them into the wagon.

Right you are, skipper.
OFFICER:
Move it!

Nice cozy cell
waiting for you!

OFFICER:
Come on!
Good. Gentlemen...

All clear upstairs, sir.
All right.

You search down here.
I'll take upstairs.

OFFICER:
Move it!

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(pigeons cooing)

(object rustling)

(grunts)

(grunting)

Go on, go on.

Eh?

(grunting)

(spits, laughs)

Whoa...

(groans)

(grunting)

(groans)

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(straining):
Your revolver! Use it!

(grunting)

(cocks revolver)

(sighs)

(grunting)

(groans)

(cries out)

(grunting)

(panting)

You always this useless,
Detective!?

I dunno what to say, sir.

I don't wanna get in
any more trouble.

(breathlessly):
I told you to do
a thorough search!

I did.
At least I believed I did.

Well, this gentleman
is evidence to the contrary.

(grunts)

who knew Georgina
at Wentworth's.

In particular,
a Miss Jane Yates.

She has a different version
of events.

(sighs)

Miss Lee?

This was forwarded

from my home address
in Yorkshire.

I received it this morning.

(paper rustling)

"Dear Mother, I'm sorry
I have caused you worry.

"Please know that all is well
and I will be in touch soon.

With fondest love,
Georgina."

But I thought you said your
mother and father were dead?

The telegram is a lie.

Georgina did not send it.

(sighs)

There is something
I should tell you.

Something I have never told
a living soul

apart from Georgina.

She's my daughter.

I was young and I had her
out of wedlock.

To save the disgrace

on my family we were
brought up as sisters.

Georgina never
calls me Mother.

Only ever Alice.

So whoever sent this
knew your secret.

It must have been
someone close to her.

Someone she trusted
to confide in.

(hoofbeats clattering,
horse whinnies)

(door opens)

(door closes)

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(knocks)

Miss Yates?

It's Miss Scarlet.

(muffled chattering)

(gunshots)

(door bursts open,
hurried footsteps)

(footsteps growing faint,
door opens)

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(panting)

You sure you're all right?

Just a little shocked.

It's not every day
one is shot at.

What were you doing here?

Working a case.

The Georgina Lee case.

(sighing):
Her sister came into
Scotland Yard...

The lady that was upset.

(footsteps,
indistinct chatter nearby)

You reopened one of my cases?

Am I to understand that you
sought out Miss Lee's business

after learning how dissatisfied
she was with my service?

Of course not!

I secured the case
through Moses.

Moses? Ah...

This gets better
and better...

No, I didn't intend to become
embroiled, it just happened.

Things have a tendency
to just happen to you, Eliza.

It's about time you took
some credit for your decisions.

If you had any respect for me
or my position

then you would not have
reopened it.

Well it's a good job I did
since you most certainly

missed something!
(sighs)

Do you have any idea how many
cases I have to deal with?

I don't have the luxury

of working one case
at a time as you do.

Well, more's the pity!

Because the investigation
into Georgina Lee

was poor indeed, William!
(door opens)

Sir.
What is it?

He was in the street
at the time of the murder.

I thought he might
know something.

And you thought that
you would bring him here

to the crime scene?
For God's sake man!

(slurring):
Calm yourself, William.

Take him in for questioning
and start using

your common sense,
Detective!

(door closes)
William...

Never call me that again
in front of my men.

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(door opens)

So, now you wish
to speak to me?

I apologize if you feel
that we did not give

your sister's case
the attention that it deserved.

That is an
understatement.

We've hundreds, if not thousands

of missing person reports
every year.

We endeavor to do our best.

Now, I understand that
this is difficult,

but we are doing everything
to find Georgina.

Only because Miss Scarlet
has shone a light

on your incompetence.

(sighing):
Perhaps we might be better

concentrating on

how we proceed from here.

The lady who was murdered--
Jane Yates.

Tell me about Georgina's
relationship with her.

I know she worked
with my sister.

I also know she's a liar.

She said Georgina
was scared of me.

She told Miss Scarlet as much.

(sighs)

Let's just please

focus on something other than

Miss Scarlet
and her investigation.

At least she's done
an investigation.

(inhales, distant gunshot)

(distant shouting)

(distant gunshot)

(door opens)

(gunshot)

What the hell is
going on here?!

OFFICER:
Don't know.

(gunshot, indistinct shouting)

(gun clicking)

(murmuring, gun clicking)

(sighs)

(sighs)

(quiet chatter)

Who does this revolver
belong to?!

♪ ♪

(sighs)

FITZROY:
I can only apologize, sir.

I, I was guiding him
into the cell to sober him up

when he pulled the gun
from my holster and...

It's beyond my comprehension
how a man like you

has got to the rank
of detective.

Do I have permission
to enlighten you, sir?

It was a rhetorical question.

Oh. Forgive me.

I'm equally at a loss as to

why a man like yourself
would want to do this job.

I don't wish to be personal,
but you look more like poet

than a police officer.

Please do not think you offend
me with your observation, sir.

I, I take that
as a compliment.

You see, Lord Byron is
a hero of mine,

and I like to think that
maybe one day

I'll have some poetry
of my own published...

Detective Fitzroy,

the simple fact is that
you do not belong here.

You are a danger to yourself
and to the rest of my men.

So I have no alternative
but to dismiss you.
(picks up bottle)

With immediate effect.
(places bottle down)

(picks up glass)

I understand, sir.

That means you need to leave,
Detective.

Yes, of course, sir.

(clears throat)

(door opens, closes)

(horse whinnies,
people chattering)

(rifling through purse)

(rifling continues,
footsteps approach)

(rifling stops)

For heaven's sake!

You don't like me
to wait in your office.

Now you don't like me
to wait outside.

I could have killed you,
Moses!

(laughs)

You couldn't open
an envelope with that thing.

What have you got for me?

So Miss Yates was making
a lot more money

than a mere shop girl.

According to her
bank account.

That's how she was
able to afford rent

on such an
expensive apartment.

How do you find
these things out?

I am a man of many talents.

You're a man with a talent
for avoiding questions.

Miss Yates was making regular
payments to another account.

Know this man?

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Welcome to Wentworth's,
madam,

the Pandora's Box
of the West End.

I'm quite sure a lady
as elegant as yourself

knows exactly
what she's looking for,

however if you are in need of
assistance please do not hesi...

Mr. Salisbury?

Who on earth are you?

You didn't say that
last night.

Clementine.
Nice to meet ya.

Would madam
excuse me for one moment?

I don't know who you are!
I got a message for ya.

And if you don't stop
hurting my arm

I'm gonna punch you
in the head!

(quietly):
What message?

♪ ♪

Where is she?

(raucous chatter)

You think it is funny

sending that... woman?

Well, you made it abundantly
clear that I wasn't welcome

in the stores.

So I thought it wise to send
an associate.

Ah, if she is an associate,
it tells me everything

about the type of outfit
you're running.

I'm more interested in the
outfit that you're running,

Mr. Salisbury.

As my note stated,
I know that Jane Yates

was depositing money into
your account each month.

The fact that you're here
with me now

suggests that this isn't
something

you wish to share
with anyone.

(swallows, places glass down)

I arrange liaisons

between the girls
and rich customers.

For a fee.

Sometimes it is more than just
shopping the girls oblige with.

And that's how they supplement
their wages.

Could any of these...

customers have wanted
Jane Yates dead?

A married client, perhaps?

God only knows.

She had a lot of men.

One of the most popular girls.

I'm going to miss her.

She was a good earner.

And what of... Georgina?

Who were her
regular customers?

Georgina?

She did not have any.

He would not share her
with anyone else.

"He"?

He's powerful, rich.

Perhaps I have said too much.

(chattering in background)

Let me be clear, Mr. Salisbury.

If you don't tell me I will
shall share what information

I have gleaned with Inspector
Wellington of Scotland Yard.

You will lose your job,
your reputation,

and if anyone is unfortunate

enough to be Mrs. Salisbury,
your wife.

(nearby glass shatters)

(grunts)

(raucous chatter)

It was Mr. Wentworth.

(raucous chatter continues)

Tell me Wentworth's
daily movements.

(clock chiming)

SALISBURY (voiceover):
Every day at noon he goes to
Levine's Tea House.

He likes the waitresses
in there.

(clock chiming)

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(lock clicks)

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These are Georgina Lee's
clothes.

How do you know?

They have her name
sewn into them.

If Wentworth has murdered
Georgina Lee...

Let's not jump
to conclusions.

The most obvious motive
would be to silence her

over their affair.

Maybe she threatened to tell
his pregnant wife?

Maybe Jane Yates found out?

The extra money she was earning
might not have just been

from her services
on the side.

Maybe she was
blackmailing Wentworth

and he got rid of her too?

And this is you not jumping
to conclusions, is it?

Well, one of us has to, William,

since the other seems stuck in
some kind of sulk.

(scoffs)
I'm a grown man.
I don't sulk.

I said I was sorry
for reopening the case.

Don't do that.
What?

You rewrite history and then
you convince me that it's so.

All right, fine.

I didn't apologize.

(sighs)

But I do now.

I am sorry, William.

I should have spoken
to you first.

And if you had, and I had
asked you not to take it,

would it have made
any difference?

OFFICER:
Here you go, sir.

Sir.
Thank you.

The telegram to Miss Lee

was sent from the county
of Buckinghamshire.

Beaconsfield.

Wentworth has a country
residence there.

♪ ♪

Wentworth's wife's
gone into labor.

He's headed to his house
in the country.

DRIVER:
Shall we go?
Yeah!

♪ ♪

(banging on door)

Is Mr. Wentworth home?

I'm Inspector Wellington
with Scotland Yard.

I'd like to speak with him.

Now, please.

(distant baby crying)

No one's allowed upstairs!

(distant crying continues)

(crying grows louder)

(baby crying)

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(crying continues)

Georgina?

(crying continues)

MRS. WENTWORTH:
I had given up hope of

ever becoming a mother.

Until one night
I happened across Georgina.

The store was closed
and I found her crying.

She revealed to me
her affair with my husband

and the pregnancy.

She told me of
the secret of her family.

How her mother had been
raised as her sister.

She did not want to bring

any more disgrace upon them.

So you agreed to raise the baby
as your own.

And pass yourself off
as expecting.

Georgina was very sick

during the pregnancy.

She feared she might

not survive the birth.

She wrote to her friend
Miss Yates

to let her know where she was

and if she were to die,
she wanted her mother

to know what she had done.

But Miss Yates used this
information to blackmail us.

The humiliation of
everyone knowing that

my wife's pregnancy
was false...

I'd be a laughingstock.

My reputation
would be destroyed.

MRS. WENTWORTH:
Well, perhaps you should
have thought of that

before getting a
young woman pregnant.

I assume Miss Yates' demands
became untenable,

so you dealt with her?

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(shuddered breath)

It was me!

I went to speak
to Miss Yates,

and I took the revolver,
just to scare her.

But when I arrived she said that
I was an unnatural woman.

(crying):
That I was defective for being
unable to carry my own child,

and she jeered at me,
and the next thing I know

I had pulled the trigger.

(sobbing)

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Thank you.
(exhales)

(chains jangling)

We've, uh,
much to discuss.

Mm.

We still have our dinner
reservation this evening.

Perhaps then?

Sir.

The Superintendent
wants to see me.

I'll see you later?

Inspector Wellington.

Miss Scarlet.

(train whistle blowing)

MONRO:
Come in!

You requested to see me, sir?

Come in,
Inspector Wellington.

There seems to have been
a misunderstanding

with Detective Fitzroy.

(sighing):
It was no misunderstanding, sir.

The man is not equipped

to be a constable,
never mind a detective.

Leave us.

Yes, sir.

(door closes)

Detective Fitzroy is the son
of the Police Commissioner.

And on his
father's instructions,

Fitzroy has been elevated
through the ranks,

even though he has not had
the sufficient experience needed

to warrant these promotions.

Well, surely this cannot be
allowed to continue, sir?

(sighing):
I share your dismay, laddie.

I myself have been stuck
with him

for the last six months.

But when you come from
a powerful family such as

the Commissioner's...
(sighs)

all justice goes out the window,
I'm afraid.

Are you saying that I cannot
dismiss one of my own men, sir?

I'm saying you're more than

capable of dealing with him,
Inspector.

It's just a
little arrangement.

These things have to be done
from time to time

to keep things well-oiled
and running smoothly.

Understood?

Understood, sir.

Good.

(distant clock chiming,
birds twittering)

Now, no more traipsing
through allotments, please.

Can't afford to keep
making you new dresses.

Lizzie?

Are you listening to me?

No.

You look beautiful.

Just like your mother.

I only wish she were here
to see you.

Oh, don't do that.

You know I don't like it
when you get upset.

I just hate to see you alone,
that's all.

I'm not alone.

I have you.
Oh!

Come here.

(knock at door)

That can't be William.
He's not due for hours.

Ah...
Is it Wednesday already?

I probably shouldn't.
(chuckles)

My aunt says,

"Harriet, no wonder no one
wishes to marry you.

"You have the appetite of
a man,

which is most unseemly."

(chuckles)
She's so funny.

My aunt means well,
and requesting I come to London

and be her companion
was an offer of kindness.

It's an offer that
benefits her too.

I do not blame you for your

low opinion of my aunt,
Miss Scarlet.

My cousin has told me
of your history.

Which is why I have come up
with the most marvelous idea.

My aunt is on the committee

for the Ladies Cultural Society.

And they are always looking
for new speakers.

And I thought,

"How about Miss Scarlet
and her detective adventures?"

Why on earth would I want
to do that?

I had hoped we would
become friends.

I do not have
many friends in London.

Well, any at all, really.

So it would be easier if
my aunt approved of you.

(sighs)

Miss Parker...
Hattie.

Hattie...

I have no need nor desire
for your aunt's approval.

You are so lucky.
(exhales)

You have such freedom.

How did you come
to that conclusion?

Yes, you are a woman.
(chuckles)

And according to my cousin,
more often than not

struggling with finance

and your business.

Not to mention not being taken
seriously, of course.

You're merely proving
my point, I think.

But... you know who you are

and what you want.

Many may not approve, but

you simply do not care.

I call that freedom indeed.

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(hoofbeats clattering)

(door closes)

Lizzie,
it's Inspector Wellington.

William.
(pouring liquid)

Eliza.

(tops decanter,
places it down)

Before we go out to dine,
I need to tell you something.

Please, sit down.

(exhales)

(places glass down)

(clears throat)

(clears throat)

William,

in answer to your question,

would I have taken the case
had you asked me not to,

the simple truth is...

denying me would have made me
want it all the more.

My freedom to make
my own decisions

and to choose the work
I wish to take

is everything to me.
Eliza...

Pl-please, let me finish.

You mean a great deal

but I will not be dictated to.

I will have no master.

So if we are to have
some kind of future,

I thought it important
to be clear

where I stand before we go out
to dine.

Eliza, I have canceled
our dinner reservation.

Oh...
(forced chuckle)

It's pointless to deny the truth
that if we were anything

more than friends, my position
would be untenable.

The fact is I am

undermined already without
added humiliation.

(exhales sharply)

It's, uh...

it's better for both of us

to, to leave things
as they are for now.

♪ ♪

Good night, Eliza.

Good night, William.

(door opens)

♪ ♪

(clicks teeth, sighs)

(sighs)

(softly groans)

(inhales)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(sighs)

♪ ♪

(horse hooves clomping outside)

(door shuts)

(click)

♪ ♪

MAN: Last night an item of

considerable value was stolen.

A sketch by

Charles Darwin himself.

MAN:
Scotland Yard forced

yet again to turn

to the lady detective.

MRS. PARKER:
I will see you ruined!

(door slams loudly)

(cocks revolver)

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