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So I kick down the
fron door and go on in

I call out, 'Police,
show yourself!'

Then there's this
voice from upstairs.

'I'm up here, don't shoot!'

I say, 'Well, come
down, hands in the air.'

The bedroom door creaks open

and this skinny old fella
comes to the top of the stairs,

hands in the air, naked
as the day he was born.

I can still see it now.

I mean, I tell ya, they ain't
paying me enough for this job.

Come on your
highness, chop chop.

-One moment, I'm calculating.

What's to calculate? You
can either go or you can't.

-I'm looking at the pieces
in play and working out the

probabilities of what remains.

-Sounds like cheating to me.
You trying to steal our money?

-We're not playing for money.

-Course we are, two bob a game.

-The... these premises
aren't licensed for gambling.

We're officers of the law.

Oh,
don't look so worried,

we do this all the time!

Oh, my God, it's
the Superintendent!

You are way too gullible
for a copper, son.

Now, hurry up!

-One of your pieces is missing.

-What? Don't be daft.

-You have only two, you had
three just a moment ago.

Where's it gone?

-You better not be
calling me a cheat, boy.

-Perhaps it fell on the floor.

Or into your pocket?

-Say that again and
we'll be talking outside.

-I should warn you
I've been training

with an expert pugilist.

An expert pugilist?

Oh no, what am I to do?!

-Any idea what this is about?

-Alright, a bit of hush, please.

I said shut it!

I've just been in
with the Super.

Last night he got a telegram
from a nick in Manchester

saying they'd arrested someone
for the Stepney murders.

Duke's been sent up north for
a few days to look into it.

With this weather who
knows, it could be longer.

So, whilst he's away, I'm
in charge of you sorry lot.

I want a full debrief on
every active investigation

and every current
line of enquiry.

And I want them in one hour.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
my heart bleeds.

Well, go on then,
get on with it.

Not you, Detective Fitzroy.

You're mine now, son.

-Mr. Potts.

Good morning to you.

-And to you, Miss Scarlet.

Our morning constitutional?

-I'm afraid she's not at home.

Her mother was taken
ill this morning

and she's gone to nurse her.

-Ah, I see.

Nothing serious I hope?

-Just a touch of gout, she
does suffer with it so.

Ivy asked me to pass
on her apologies.

-Well, if you could, er, tell
her I called and give my best.

Both to her and her mother.

-Of course.

Good day, Mr. Potts.

-Good day.

-Thank you.

-Are you going to tell
me what that was about?

-I've got laundry to do.

Shall I make us a cup of tea?

-I'm not thirsty.

He's a good man, I just
didn't want to see him today.

That's all there is to it.

-Ivy.

They left people to deal
with things in their own way.

-And your way is the aggressive
folding of bed linen?

-When you fell over on
your first day at school,

you got a scab on your knee

and I said leave it,

And what did you do?

Some things are best
left alone, Lizzy.

I appreciate the metaphor,

I know I'm not an expert
with matters of the heart...

-No you are not.

I'm sorry, I'm just not
in the best of moods.

-Really?

I'd never have guessed.

-You get to work, I'm fine.

-Alright.

- We shall talk later.
- No we won't.

-Yes we will!

I'm looking for
Inspector Wellington.

-He's not here.

-Well, can you tell me
where I might find him?

-Why?

-Because I wish to speak to him.

-Why?

-I don't know if I
caught you at a bad time,

or if you're deliberately
being unhelpful.

-The second one.

-Inspector Wellington
has asked for my help

with the Bloomsbury robberies.

And please don't say 'why'?

-You won't be working
the Bloomsbury case,

I've given it to one of my men.

-What? You can't do that.

-Duke's been seconded
to the Manchester force.

So, I'm acting up
'til he gets back.

Close the door on your way out.

- Detective Phelps...
- Detective Inspector Phelps.

-Acting Detective
Inspector Phelps,

I have been hired to
assist Scotland Yard

with a case, beginning
this very day.

I have a contract with
Inspector Wellington.

-Let's see it then.

-Well, it's more
of verbal contract,

a promise made in good faith,

but there are many
lawyers who would consider

that legally binding.

-Good luck finding one.

-Please tell me this is a joke.

- I, I'm sorry I don't...
- Phelps.

How in God's name
is he in charge?

Do you have any idea
when Inspector Wellington

will be back?

What are you doing,
Detective Fitzroy?

-That's an awful lot of
questions, Miss Scarlet.

Erm, let's see...

Phelps is in charge
because he's the longest

serving detective.

Will be back and I'm
polishing this plaque because

Phelps ordered me to do so.

After this I've got to
take food to the prisoners

and then clean out the cells.

-So, Phelps is throwing
his weight around

like a schoolyard bully?

I believe that's the expression.

-Respecting the chain
of command is one thing,

allowing the abuse of
power is quite another.

You must stand up for yourself.

-I will. You can count on it.

Fitzroy!

You're with me.

-Yes, Sir.

-Oh, what now?

Mr. Potts.

Hello, again.

-I wonder if I might, er,
speak with you, Miss Scarlet.

-Unfortunately I've just
been engaged by Scotland Yard

on a most urgent matter,
so perhaps it could wait?

-Well, it... it's
about Miss Woods.

We are having, erm,
difficulties in our courtship.

-I'm sorry to hear that.

But that is a private matter
between the two of you.

-I won't take up more than
two minutes of your time.

- If only I had two minutes...
- Well, one minute then?

-Miss Woods and myself,

we've been walking out
for quite some time now,

but... as of late she seems
reluctant to be in my presence.

Each excuse she gives
seems reasonable enough,

a busy day shopping,

a visit to her mother's,

the times you cook
dinner for her.

But add them all
up and there's a...

distinct cooling
in her affections.

-This really is something
you should discuss with Ivy.

-Oh...

I'm a man of numbers,
not words.

I can tell you how long a corpse

should be kept at
room temperature,

or, er, the price to pay
for a surgical clamp.

But asking a lady why her
feelings have changed...

-Perhaps I might venture
one small piece of advice.

-Oh, please.

-You do seem to have
a rather set routine.

You take Ivy for a walk
around the same park

on the same day.

You come round for
supper at the same time

on the same evening.

-So, I should come round
at a different time?

-Ivy enjoys the Music Hall.

Why not take her on
a Saturday night?

Or go out for dinner.

Even a walk through
Covent Garden would...

You don't have to write
this down, Mr. Potts,

these are just examples.

You've been together
for some months now,

you might wish to vary
things up a little.

-Vary things up?

-Uh, what I'm saying is...

do something unexpected.

Surprise her!

-Yes...

Yes!

Unexpected!

I see!

Well, that's very
good, Miss Scarlet.

Very good!

I know we've not
always seen eye to eye

but er, well, this is very
much appreciated, thank you.

Oh, and if there's
anything I can do in return

please do not hesitate to ask.

-Well, you could
change your mind about

not allowing women
in the mortuary.

-I'll think on it.

Good day.

Who are
we waiting for?

-An idiot.

-It would help if you gave
maybe a little more information.

-Michael Galanis.
Nephew of Nikos Galanis.

- As in the gang?
- As in the gang.

There've been some
robberies in Bloomsbury.

Antique clocks and
pocket watches,

I've had word the
nephew's involved.

-Why do you think he'll be here?

-Comes every day for his lunch.

Thank you, love.

Ooh, watch yourself.

Hello Michael.

-There, see?

Like I said, he's an idiot.

Oi!

Oh! Uh! Uh!

Scoundrel! Wait!

-Police!

You ain't going nowhere, son!

Alright, Michael?

- No.
- I haven't done anything!

-Of course you haven't.

Hold him still
while I search him.

-I told you I
haven't done nothing!

Oh! Ah!

Oh...

Looks expensive. Yours is it?

-What? No!

You just planted
it in my pocket!

-Detective Fitzroy, did
you see me put anything

in this gentleman's pocket?

-No.

-Slandering a police officer,
that's a serious offence.

-No! No! Urgh!

How long will I be here?

-I'm not sure, I'm not in
charge of the investigation.

-Your mate that cuffed me,

he said I nicked that watch
from some shop in Bloomsbury.

I didn't.

-You should eat it
whilst it's hot.

-Wait. Please.

He planted it on me, you
saw him, I know you did.

Please...

-I'm sorry, I can't.

Please forgive
the lateness of the hour

but with Inspector Wellington
away you were the closest thing

I could find to
an honourable man.

There's a
compliment in there somewhere.

So, you believe Detective Phelps
planted evidence on the suspect?

-I'm not naive, I
know it happens,

but I've just never
witnessed it before.

If I report Phelps, the other
men will never trust me again.

But I cannot in good
conscience stay quiet.

-If you speak out, there's
every chance Scotland Yard

will simply close ranks.

Even if Inspector Wellington
were here to fight your corner,

there are many above him
in the chain of command.

-I do not do this lightly,
but being a detective

is the only thing I've
ever shown an aptitude for.

Except for writing
poetry, of course.

-Are you absolutely
certain of what you saw?

-It all happened so fast,
I could be mistaken.

That's why I've come to you.

I'd like to pay you to
investigate the matter,

in the strictest of
confidence, of course.

-And if I find
something, then what?

-I could always try the clergy.

- Leave it alone.
- What? No.

Anyway I can't, Fitzroy
paid me an advance.

-Give it back, walk away.

You'll be helping
him, believe me.

-Moses, there is every chance
that an innocent man has...

-Michael Galanis belongs
to a crime family.

He may not have done
that particular robbery,

but he's done others.

-That's not how justice works.

That's not how
justice should work.

Tell me about the
Galanis family.

-They're Greek, been in
London twenty years or so.

Started in Bayswater then
spread out to Paddington.

They make their
money from gambling

and all type of thieving.

-Where does Michael fit in?

-His uncle Nikos runs the crew.

From what I hear, his nephew is
something of a disappointment.

-In what way?

-Young, foolish, makes
a lot of mistakes.

If I was at Scotland Yard,
he's the one I'd go after.

-So, what you're saying
is he's a weak link,

that's why Phelps might
wish to target him?

-I am saying you
should walk away.

These are serious people.

They won't want you sniffing
around in their business.

-Well, it's a good job I've got
you to assist me then, isn't it?

So, we'll start by
looking into this robbery.

The store's in Bloomsbury,
I'll get us a cab.

-I haven't agreed yet.

-That's what the cab ride's for.

-The thieves took everything.

And as a Christian I...

I try not to judge others.

But it is hard to see
the good in people

when they undertake such an act.

I'm afraid the shock has seen
my health decline.

-What happened?

-Oh, shakes, night terrors.

Generalised anxiety disorder
my physician calls it.

-I believe my associate was
referring to the robbery,

Miss Tinsdale.

-Oh, yes, of course.

Erm, well I...

I turned up for work last week

and the place had
been ransacked.

-Can you tell us what was taken?

-Twelve carriage clocks,
three dozen pocket watches

and a pair of
grandfather clocks.

They dropped a John Harrison
pocket watch on the way out.

Broke my heart to see it
shattered on the floor.

My father used to wear
something similar.

I believe the shock has brought
back the grief of his death.

-When exactly did this happen?

-Twelve years ago.

Er, from tuberculosis.

-Whoever did this
didn't escape on foot

with two grandfather
clocks weighing them down.

-You alright?

-I'd lay money that the goods
were loaded into a carriage.

There may be scuff marks
on the kerb from the wheel.

Sometimes even a small fleck
of paint can prove vital.

-Eliza...

-Just a moment, I won't be long.

-Get up.

-Gentlemen, can we help you?

-Sorry I, I don't understand.

- What's going on?
- They work for Galanis.

He wants to talk to us.

-I didn't know you spoke Greek.

-I spent a bit of
time in Athens.

-What were they laughing about?

-I told them you were
a private detective.

He says the boss has
been waiting for us.

-Waiting where?

-You know who I am?

-Nikos Galanis.

-This is my father, Andreas.

-Please, have a seat.

-I hear you have been asking
questions about my family.

-And how do you know that?

-I have people who watch people.

Who's paying you to
ask these questions?

-My client.

-And you, what's your story?

-I'm her translator.

The police have arrested
my nephew for theft.

He is innocent.

-You should watch
your mouth, my friend.

-You're well informed
for a translator.

-I have people who watch people.

-Niko...

-What is it you want exactly?

-I have little
faith in the police

but there are a small
number at Scotland Yard

who may listen to the truth

and I believe you
have their ear.

-You wish me to speak to
the police on your behalf?

-No.

I want you to give them
the name of the real thief.

-What do you know
about Logan Cooper?

-He's a popular man.

Scotland Yard have been looking
for him for a long while.

-With regard to what?

-Pretty much every
crime there is.

-Could he have carried
out our robbery?

-He could, but it's
a little convenient.

Cooper's gang is in a turf
war with the Galanis family.

Nikos Galanis, would love to
see him taken off the streets.

-Ask around, see what
you can find out.

I'm going to visit his nephew,
see what he has to say.

By the way, what were
you doing in Athens?

-It's complicated.

You could just tell me.

-You can ask me one question.

-Why did you go to Athens?

-Because I had to leave Madrid.

-Why did you have
to leave Madrid?

-You've had your question.

- Here y'are, Sergeant.
- Thank you, Sir.

-We need to be quick,

-I understand Detective Fitzroy
has told you why I'm here

and who I am?

-I can't help you
if you stay silent.

-My uncle says if
you ever get nicked

you just keep your mouth shut.

-The robbery took place
around eleven o'clock

on the Friday before
last, where were you then?

- Were you at home?
- No.

-So you went out?

Where to?

-I'm saying nothing.

-Well, if you weren't at home,
I can only conclude that you

went out somewhere.

- Those are the only two options.
- I'm saying nothing.

-If you're going to say
nothing then say nothing,

don't just say you're
saying nothing,

it undermines your stance.

-You're trying to trick me.

-I'm trying to help you.

Where did you go to?

The pub?

The Music Hall?

-The Opera?

Sorry.

-Do you want to go
to prison, Michael?

-I've been before.

-No, you haven't.

- As far as I can tell, -
you've never been arrested.

I must be honest, I don't
think jail will suit you.

But if that's what you want...

-It's Caledonia Street, alright?

I went to Caledonia Street.

-What were you doing there?

-What's in Caledonia Street?

Do you know Sasha?

-Down there, love.

-Thank you.

Sasha?

-You're not my usual type.

-I'm here to ask you some
questions about Michael Galanis.

-I'm working.

-I'll pay you for your time.

I'm sure it will be more
pleasant than your usual work.

-You'd be surprised.

-Michael says he was with you

all night on the
Friday before last.

Is that true?

-Uh, he comes to
see me every Friday.

I have a place nearby, we
just sit and drink and talk.

He's a sweet boy,
that's all we ever do.

-And what do you talk about?

And to tell the
truth, they don't.

-When you say people
don't like him...

-The others from his gang,

they laugh and make
jokes about him.

Not in front of his
uncle, of course.

The only one who seemed
to like him was Tasos.

-Was?

-He died.

Someone cut his throat.

Michael was very upset,
Tasos was his only friend.

-When did he die?

-Last week, I think.

-Oh good, you're still here.

I have a favour
to ask, Mr. Potts.

I need all the details
you have on a murder...

-If you think you are
coming in here, madam,

you are very much mistaken.

-Last time we spoke, I
seem to remember you agreed

to grant me access
to the mortuary.

-I said I would think about it.

-Yes, but from your
tone you implied...

-Surprise her, you said.

Vary things up.

-Is this about Ivy?

-I did as you advised

and I have to tell you
it was not well received.

Not well at all.

-Uh...

-Autopsy photographs
of Tasos Demetrious,

post mortem details,
cause of death.

Everything you asked for.

-You didn't tell him
it was for me, did you?

-No, I said official
police business.

Although Mr. Potts did seem
to be somewhat out of sorts.

Are-are you the
cause for his dismay?

-Why do I always get the
blame for everything?

-I just assumed...

Well, not entirely.

Any word when Inspector
Wellington will be back?

-I'm afraid not.

Now, I must return
to Scotland Yard.

Good evening, Miss Scarlet.

Ah, good evening Miss Woods!

-Is it?

He came to see me and
asked for my advice,

I didn't want to get involved.

-He proposed to me, Lizzie.

- What?
- Down on one knee.

Big bunch of flowers in
the middle of our street

for everyone to see.

-Well, I certainly didn't
tell him to do that.

-From his reaction, I
take it you said no?

-Poor man was broken in
two, I feel dreadful.

-Why couldn't you
leave things alone?

- I tried!
- Well, not very hard.

I asked you not to get involved!

You can cook for yourself
tonight, young lady.

And you can do your
own laundry too!

Ivy!

-The files you requested.

-Sir.

-Sir.

-Get yourself off home now.

-I'm about to start night duty.

-Oh yeah. You know
what, don't bother.

-But you instructed that I...

-I had to be seen
to be punishing ya.

I can't have people thinking
they can lay one on me

without any consequences.

But you can go back
on normal duties now.

I used to box a bit as a lad

and that was a, a nice
right hook you gave me.

Who's been teaching ya?

- A friend of Miss Scarlet's.
- He knows his stuff.

But to be fair,
I'd had a skinful,

that's why you caught me.

Anyway, no hard feelings.

Off you go.

Oh, one more thing...

I spoke to Chambers,
the Desk Sergeant.

He said you'd asked for the key
to one of the cells earlier on.

Cell six, Michael Galanis.

What did you want with him?

-I was bringing him food.

You put me on cell detail.

-So I did.

Off you go then, son.

See you in the morning.

Have you
found something?

-The watch that Phelps
planted on Michael Galanis.

It matches with one of the
pieces that was stolen.

-So Phelps had access
to stolen goods.

-And I think I know how.

I asked around
about Logan Cooper.

The Galanis family have
put a price on his head.

Some trouble between him
and one of their men.

But, that's not all.

Turns out Mr. Cooper has
a cousin in Scotland Yard.

-Detective Phelps.

Huh.

Stolen timepieces,
pocket watches,

high end carriage clocks.

Where would one go to sell them?

-How are you feeling,

Miss Scarlet?

You look tired.

-I'm perfectly fine, thank you.

-Well, this is for when you're
feeling under the weather.

Peps you right up.

-Thank you, but no.

-Oh, er...

I ordered a crate
of this last week

but no-one seems
to be interested.

Huh.

-So, the timepieces...?

-I really don't know much
about clocks, Miss Scarlet.

Weapons are my thing.

Poisons, guns, knives...

Anything you want to know
about that, ask away.

-Well, in, in that case,

there was a, a murder
carried out recently.

Er, Tasos Demetrious.

The man had his throat cut
with a distinctive blade.

Would you be able to tell me
what kind a of weapon did this?

-Mm.

-As you can see, the wound
is rather distinctive.

There seems to be a
curvature on the blade.

-This wound is from a Kukri.

A long curved knife, from Nepal.

I know of two men who
wield such a weapon.

One is dead, and the
other is a piece of work.

Very dangerous.

-His name?

-Logan Cooper.

-Would you be able to tell
me where I might find him?

-I may have addresses
of a few safe houses

used by the Cooper gang.

But, as I say, Miss Scarlet,
he's a dangerous character

and I can't risk crossing him.

I'm sorry.

-Fine...

I'll buy the whole crate.

-Do you have a pen?

- Hello, Sir.
- One of these, apples, oranges?

Pears? Take your pick.

- Apple.
- One of the finest.

-Thank you.

-Why you following me?

-Following you?

I wasn't following you.
I'm on my way home.

-You were outside my place.

- Then behind me in the market.
- You're mistaken, I assure you.

Please, don't hurt
me, I have a purse...

-No, no, no, no, no, no!
You stay nice and still.

I heard there's
some lady detective

sniffing around,
asking questions.

-Don't be ridiculous.

Being a detective
is a job for a man.

Alright, alright.

I was following you.

You're Logan Cooper.

-Why are you following me?

-I was investigating the
theft of some antique clocks

and your name came
up as a suspect.

But I have since discounted
you from the investigation

and, and was, in fact, on
my way to tell my cli..

-One more lie...
and you're gone.

-I know about Detective Phelps.

-What about him?

-Well, he's your
cousin, is he not?

No doubt the two of you
worked together on the robbery

that Michael Galanis
has been framed for.

-Look, I ain't seen
Charlie Phelps for years.

I can't stand him, pompous git.

Yeah, there's no love
lost between us, darling.

Last time I saw him,
he nearly nicked me.

And I've got nothing to
do with that robbery.

It was an inside job.

-Go on.

You're just a l... Eh?

-You were lucky.

-I suppose so.

Although this is
my favourite bag.

-You're sure it
was Galanis's men?

-Definitely, Galanis was there.

He must've followed me,
hoping I'd lead him to Cooper.

-Where's Cooper now?

-No idea. I didn't see
if they caught him.

But he said he has
nothing to do with Phelps.

Mind you, he would say that.

-Phelps is up to something.

I followed him to an abandoned
bar on Franklin Lane.

He was having things
delivered there in boxes.

-What was in the boxes?

Couldn't pick either
of the padlocks.

Feel free to go
and try yourself.

-I'm sure you did your best.

-What else did Cooper say?

-Well he denied being
involved in the robbery,

which again you would expect.

But something else has come up.

I was supposed to be
working with Scotland Yard

on another robbery
case before our friend

Detective Phelps turned up.

I'd gathered various pieces
of reference material

about similar crimes.

The same name crops
up more than once.

from shops such as this one.

High end outlets selling
watches by John Harrison

and Edmund Marsh.

None of the stolen goods
were ever recovered,

which would suggest they were
not sold on the black market.

-Most likely stolen to order.

-I'm so sorry, but this
is not a convenient time,

we're expecting a
delivery of more stock,

and then I have a
doctor's appointment.

My nerves are not
what they once were.

-Yes, I can imagine
how so many robberies

would play havoc
with one's nerves.

-What, what do you mean?

-Out of the six shops that
were victims of this crime,

you have worked in five of them.

It is
merely a coincidence.

-I do not believe in
coincidence, Miss Tinsdale.

-What are you saying, exactly?

-You have an apartment
in Kensington.

How do you afford that on
a shop assistant's salary?

-If you do not wish to help
us, I'm sure the police will.

-Galanis pays me.

I tell him when the
shop gets a new delivery

and he arranges the
thefts soon after.

-Who committed the
robbery in this shop?

Michael Galanis?

-I don't know, and
that's the truth.

All I know is I've been
told to keep my mouth shut.

-By the Galanis family?

-No. By the policeman.

Thank you.

-What is your business
with Detective Phelps?

-My grandson, Michael,
is a good boy.

But this is not the business
for him, everybody knows it.

The only one who refuses
to accept that is my son.

He's been trying everything
to toughen the boy up,

make a man of him.

That's why he told him
to steal those clocks.

-So, Michael is guilty?

-He was too scared
of getting caught.

He came to me for help,

so I found an
alternative solution.

I told Tasos to do it.

-The man found with
his throat cut?

-He loved Michael
like a brother,

he'd do anything for
him and not tell a soul.

Even now my son doesn't know,

he still thinks, Michael
carried out the robbery.

-Why was Tasos murdered?

-Nothing to do with the robbery.

He was in the
wrong part of town,

drunk and spoiling for a fight.

Word got round, and someone
came looking for him.

-Logan Cooper?

-My son put a price on
Cooper's head the next day.

Every man we have
is hunting him down.

Thanks to you, the
net has tightened.

It won't be long
before he's captured,

and if Michael is freed...

-He'll be made to kill Cooper.

-Michael has yet to take life.

His uncle believes it will
gain him the respect he lacks.

I don't want Michael to be
caught and hanged for murder

or killed in an act of revenge.

-That's why you paid
Phelps to arrest him.

-Michael has no
previous convictions,

he will only get a
year or so in prison.

-It may be longer than that.

-But he will be alive and
safe from any obligation

to his uncle.

-His uncle is ill.

Blood seeps from his lungs.

He will be dead by the time
Michael leaves the prison.

But if you prove his innocence,

he will be set free now,

and forced to take life.

-I cannot stay quiet
whilst he's sent to prison

for a crime he didn't commit.

-That's the only
way to save him.

The only way.

I was wondering where
you were.

I came down here to
find a needle and thread

but I got waylaid.

There's a hole in my bag,
I thought I might try

and repair it but I couldn't
find the sewing box.

Ah, thank you.

Now...

Do we have anything that
can be used as a patch?

Mm...

-Do you have any idea
what you're doing?

Not remotely.

I hate it when
you're angry with me.

-Oh, I'm not angry with you.

Well, maybe just a little bit.

I've been getting myself
into such a state.

I've been avoiding Barnabus,

not because I don't like him.

Just the opposite.

He's a kind, sweet man and
I've grown very fond of him.

-So, what's the problem?

-I'm worried about
where it might lead.

If we become man and wife...

I love living in this
house, seeing you every day.

You're like a daughter
to me, Lizzie,

I don't want that to change.

-Nothing will ever change that.

-The truth is, I'm not
sure I even want to wed.

As a girl, all I was ever
told was you would grow up,

find a husband, have kids
and that would be your lot.

But seeing what you've done...

-Is this your way of telling me

you want to become
a private detective?

You must do what
is best for you.

Whatever that is,
I will support you.

But only if you
fix my bag for me.

I'll
see what I can do.

Is there any more
of that whisky?

-I'm afraid I've
drunk most of it.

-Is something on your mind?

I'm trying to decide
between two courses of action,

neither of which is desirable.

-When you were a little girl...

- Oh, here we go.
- When you were a little girl,

if I gave you a
choice of two things

you didn't want to do,
you always found a third.

I found a bullet
fired by Logan Cooper,

and compared it to one
used in an armed robbery.

Is it the same gun?

-I believe so.

Do you know where
Phelps will be today?

-Well, he's got a case
in court this morning,

I imagine he'll be there.

-Let me know if that changes.

-Where are you going?

-To see Nikos Galanis.

-Make sure you meet
him somewhere public,

somewhere he can't harm you.

-Don't worry, I
have just the place.

And you're coming with me.

Hyah!

-I have a proposal for you.

-Where is my nephew?

Your message said he
was to be released.

-And he will be, if
you accept my proposal.

-I do not play games.

-Michael is innocent.
And I can prove it.

The robbery of the clock
shop was carried out

by an associate of
yours, Tasos Demetriou.

-What?

How do you know that?

-That's my business.

Against your nephew dropped.

-And what do you want from me?

-Logan Cooper.

-What makes you
think I have him?

-Well, if you don't
now, you will do soon.

So, do you want to hear
my proposal or not?

-Logan Cooper was a
suspect in the robbery

at the Winchester Bank
earlier this year,

but the case against
him collapsed.

But I now have concrete
proof it was him,

ballistics evidence showing
that a gun Cooper owns

matches with the gun
discharged at the robbery.

If you turn him over to me,
I'll have him delivered here,

to Scotland Yard.

-And in return, secure
Michael's release.

-I want Cooper to
suffer for what he did.

-Oh, he will suffer.

At least fifteen
years hard labour.

Possibly more.

Hasn't there been
enough death already?

What do you want?

-Michael Galanis is innocent.

You were paid to arrest
him by his grandfather.

-You work for me, son, not them.

-If you're thinking of
trying to pull rank,

I should probably tell you
we know who your cousin is.

Failure to declare a
connection to a wanted man

is a dismissible offence.

However, I would like to propose

a mutually beneficial
arrangement.

We'll keep quiet
about your cousin,

and in return you drop the
charges on Michael Galanis.

-I ain't no bent copper.

-That's not what it
looks like from here.

-This is the first time
I've ever taken money.

And I've had offers, believe me,

But I've turned them all down.

-You think we'll believe that?

-I didn't grow up
like you, posh boy.

I grew up with all sorts of
toe rags, Logan included.

They chose their path,
and I chose mine.

But I know right from wrong,
despite what you might think.

Michael needed to be put
away for his own good,

I'd have done it for free.

-But you didn't.

-I've put the money to good use.

This place will be a gymnasium.

A place where kids can
come to get off the street.

A place where they can learn

a bit of self-respect,
and discipline.

Kids like I was...
needed a bit of guidance.

-You never cease to
amaze me, Miss Scarlet.

-Why do people always
say that to me?

I'm never quite sure if
it's a compliment or not.

-It's most definitely
a compliment.

What do you think
his uncle will say?

-Well, he got what he wanted,
in a manner of speaking.

Revenge on Logan Cooper.

-I hope he'll go
easy on the boy.

-I believe he will.

But then I've always
been an optimist.

Why else would I have
chosen this career?

And you? You're going
to stick with it?

-I'm not sure I
have much choice,

I wouldn't make a
very good priest.

I get nervous of
public speaking.

Also I can't drink wine,
it brings me out in a rash.

It's not funny,

it's actually quite
severe.

Thank you for helping me.

-We have a visitor.

- Miss Scarlet.
- Mr. Potts.

I'm delighted to see you again.

-Er, we have some news, Lizzie.

Barnabus and I are engaged!

-Ah, ha, ha!

Oh, that's wonderful news.

Oh, congratulations to you both.

-Well, that's very
gracious of you,

particularly given how I
behaved last time we spoke.

-Water under the
bridge, Mr. Potts.

I'm quite sure you
didn't mean it.

-I meant some of it.

Er, but the manner in
which it came across

was a, a tad forceful.

-Do you have a date
for the wedding?

-Not yet, no, there's
plenty of time for that.

Well not too much
time...

-We're planning a
long engagement.

- Long...?
- Long enough.

- And do you have a ring?
- Oh...

We'll get that nearer the time.

-In a few weeks...

-Months.

- Who'd like some tea?
- Not for me, I'm on my way out.

-Just us then, Barnabus.

- Good day, Mr. Potts.
- Good...

Months?

-Detective Phelps.

What brings you here?

-In the spirit of
our new arrangement

that we both keep our
mouths shut and play nice,

I wanted to let you know that
Duke has returned to London.

-Oh.

Well, thank you.

-He got back late last night.

He's not coming into work,
though, he's having the day off.

-You didn't have to come here
in person to tell me that.

-No.

But I wanted to see your face
when I told you who he's with.

-I think that's one of the
best meals I've ever had.

-One of?

It's the first
rule of management.

-Well, I'll have
to work on that.