All language subtitles for Miss.Scarlet.and.the.Duke.S03E06 VO

There is nothing wrong

with being ambitious.

That's why you should
come work for me.

I will never work for you,
do you understand?

Do you work with Eliza a lot?

When the case demands it.

Well, I suppose she is an old
friend of yours.

I know about you and Arabella.

It feels like something you
might've mentioned.

Because I was waiting to see

if things developed.

And have they?

They have, yes.

Morning,
ma'am. Good morning.

Eliza?

Eliza!

Can't you make an appointment
like a normal person?

Do not open that.

What? Why?

Just put it down on the desk.

Slowly.

Oh!

Thank God.

Thank God?
It's a bomb, Patrick.

Oh, it won't go off.

The timer's not linked to the
detonator.

I received exactly the same
thing about an hour ago.

Why would someone send
this to the two of us?

Well, it's not just
the two of us.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

It came this morning.

Left on my doorstep.

No postmark, no stamp...
Must've been hand-delivered.

Where is it now?
At home.

I thought bringing a box of
dynamite to Scotland Yard

would not be a good idea.

Well, I don't know why
we're here.

We should look into it
ourselves.

I said the same,
but she never listens.

No, she does not.
Yes, thank you,

you've both made your
reservations quite clear.

This is not a good time.

Inspector Wellington,

we each have been sent an
explosive device.

Or rather, it would be explosive
if it was rigged to go off,

which thankfully it wasn't.

Come with me.

Now.

Same as mine.

It was left outside
Scotland Yard for my attention.

Do you have any idea
who is doing this?

I know exactly who's doing this.

We all received the same
devices,

but I believe that I
was the primary target.

This was inside the package
that I received.

Is it Gaelic?

Irish Gaelic, yes.

"Táimíd ag coimeád
súil ort." WILLIAM: Hm.

It means, "We're watching you."

The movement for Irish
Home Rule has become more than political.

There are certain groups who
have made it an armed struggle.

In the past year, they have
planted bombs in Army barracks

and government offices,

so Scotland Yard would seem
to fit that pattern.

In case you
hadn't noticed, Inspector,

I do not work for Scotland Yard.

It's possible that one of these
groups

has been following me
and seen who I associate with.

Well, I'd hardly call Moses
one of your associates.

He's regularly worked
for Mr. Nash,

who in turn has worked for me
several times this year.

Several?

I just go where the money is.

Because of the
nature of these incidents,

I've had to contact the
Special Irish Branch.

The head of investigations

is on his way over.

Who is he?

Anyone we know?

Sir.

Hudson.

Wellington.

It means,

"We're watching..."
I know what it means.

Every man in my division

has learned Gaelic.

I believe that we must know our
enemy

as we know ourselves.

Of course, I'm paraphrasing
Sun Tzu from "The Art of War,"

which you've no doubt read?

No.

I've sent my men to collect

the three other explosive
devices.

Yes, before we get into that,

we should discuss the chain of
command.

I will be taking full control

of the
investigation from this point.

I'd assumed that our departments
would be cooperating on this.

Cooperating, yes,
but under my command.

The Irish Branch was created

to deal with exactly this type
of threat.

I hate to pull rank,

but these orders come from the
home secretary himself.

I appreciate that this
is difficult.

We were both in the running
for the same job,

and I was chosen ahead of you.

But the best man won
and all of that.

I trust there is to be no
lingering resentment?

We're on the same side.

That's the spirit.

Now, you say you have sent men

to collect the explosive
devices.

I wonder if you would be so good
as to supervise that yourself.

And in the meantime,
I will begin my interviews.

Let us start with...

Eliza Scarlet.

There are many private
detectives in London,

but to my knowledge, only one
who is a woman.

A young, unmarried woman.

I fail to see the relevance.

There must be a reason

that you were targeted with an
explosive device.

Perhaps you have an unusually
close relationship

with the inspector.

Let me be very clear.

Inspector Wellington and my
relationship

is purely professional.

He respects my ability,

my insight, and my tenacity.

One N in "tenacity."

Tenacity.

Is that what she said?
Hm.

It's true, though.

Hm, she's good.

You are Irish, are you not,
Mr. Nash?

If you're suggesting I'm
mixed up in this

because of my heritage,

you're barking up the wrong
tree.

Perhaps you move in certain
circles

where you have made enemies.

Or indeed, friends.

This has nothing to do
with where I was born.

And where were you born,
specifically?

Manchester.

You were born in Manchester?

The Parish of Manchester
in Jamaica.

And how long have you lived
in this country?

Hard to say.

What does that mean?

You know when something
is easy to say?

Well, it's the opposite of that.

I would like a complete list

of all the people who have
employed you

since you came to London.

I know you have to ask these
questions,

but trust me, you're...

...wasting your time.

There are far better lines of
inquiry to pursue,

such as why these bombs weren't
set to explode.

I doubt it was intentional.

Many of their bombs have failed
to detonate in the past.

But why send a message saying,

"We're watching you,"

if the bomb it was attached to
was supposed to explode?

That will be all for now.

Good day.

Very well, I will get
my own answers.

I am afraid you will not.

They suspended my license.

Apparently, they can't risk me

"interfering with their lines
of inquiry."

It's bad enough to have
my time wasted

with a barrage of pointless
questions, but now this.

Patrick's still in there
being questioned.

Probably because he's Irish.

Everything all right, Moses?

You're rather quiet.

You don't give me much choice.

Sorry.

But since you asked,

things are far from all right.

A few years back, in Jamaica,

certain events played out in
such a way that I had to leave.

I see.

My plan was to keep moving.

But I've been in London three
years now.

It might be a good time to move
on.

These men that are following
you,

could they have sent you the
bomb?

Not their style.

They like to see your face when
they kill you.

No.

It's our friend Hudson that
concerns me.

He'll be making inquiries about
all of us,

and at some point, he'll send
a telegram to Jamaica

with my description.

It's a small island.

Word'll get around where I am.

And that would be bad.

Very bad.

They did the same at my place.

Took every file, every casebook.

They even took my clock.

And they suspended my license.

Mine, too.

I don't see why we should be
punished.

We're the victims here.

It's not like we know
any more than they do.

That may not be entirely true.

What does that mean?

Did you read about that train
robbery last Thursday?

The London to Liverpool on
the Great Northwest Line?

The Jewel of the North.
Mm.

Well...

The police have made
a total mess of it so far.

It was 20 miles
outside of London.

No one was sure whose
jurisdiction it was,

Scotland Yard or the
neighboring force.

It's been going back and forth.

And the train company

are spitting blood.

Well, when I found out,

I offered them my services.

By "found out,"

you mean you bribed someone
for the information.

You're a very cynical person,
do you know that?

Mm-hmm.

Anyway, this train robbery has
similarities

with one in Bristol from
a few months back.

One that was carried out

by Irish nationalists.

Why would they do that?

Well, most of their money comes
from America,

but there are a few different
groups, some of whom

have turned to crime to fund
their cause.

Someone wants to scare us
off the investigation

of the train robbery.

You were already working
the case,

and I presume you've roped in
Moses,

but what about myself
and Inspector Wellington?

Well, the case went to
Scotland Yard a few days back.

Your inspector is the lead.

And with regards to yourself,

I may have implied you
were working for me.

What?! I was trying
to win their business.

No one ever suspects a woman
would be undercover.

That's why
people always love the idea.

Always?

How often do you tell this lie?

I wouldn't have to lie
if you came to work for me.

Do not bring that up again.

Look, the way I see it,
we have two choices from here.

Either we leave that incompetent
fool Hudson

to blunder round for months
chasing up dead-end leads,

or we take the initiative.

Find out who's behind this
ourselves.

Who are they?
Irish Branch.

Inspector Hudson's brought more
of his men over here.

And what's all this?

Suspect files of known
Irish extremists.

Inspector Hudson has ordered me
to help with the investigation.

Has he now?

What the hell is going on?

Ah, Wellington, come in.

Sit down.

I've had word from the Home
Office.

We believe further attacks are
imminent in the near future,

and I have been ordered

to expand my operation.
If you want one of my men,

then you come through me.

They are working a variety of
investigations.

You can't just take them at your
will.

They have work to do.

As do I... this is my office!

Yes.

About that...

What's that smell?

Cooking.

Oh, dear.

What do you want, William?

I've been sent home.

Told to take a leave of absence.

That idiot Hudson believes that
because

I was the target
of a bomb threat,

I may pose a danger to others
at Scotland Yard.

I mean, the man is a fool.

He's got where he is on
nepotism.

I wouldn't trust him
to find a lost dog.

Dear God, Eliza, that really
does smell dreadful.

Ivy's away.

And I've been
trying to follow her recipe,

but I must have done something
wrong.

Mm.

Did you have a reason to come
round,

other than to insult my culinary
skills?

Hudson is ex-Army, so he will
follow every rule

and set procedure

no matter how long it takes
or how irrelevant it is.

But if you and I were to work
together,

then we can get answers

far quicker. William, there's
something you should know.

This must be done in absolute
confidence.

No one else can know
that we're doing this.

All right?
No one.

That's a lot of potatoes
for one person.

Oh, for God's sake.

I tried to tell you.

I went out to get us some food.

I thought it might be safer.

You're
working the train robbery?

To be fair,

you weren't making
much progress.

There was a delay whilst we
worked out jurisdiction.

I was only assigned the case
a few days ago.

That's why people hire
private detectives.

We don't make excuses.

Gentlemen, please.

I would remind you we have a
mutual interest

in resolving this situation
as quickly as possible.

Arguing will not help.

Now...

I need to know
everything you do.

Moses.

Why don't you start?

The Jewel of the North is a
daily service

from London Euston to Liverpool
Lime Street.

Usually, it carries passengers
and post,

but on the day of the robbery,
it was carrying something else.

Cash.

A lot of cash.

The money was being sent

from the London office of the
Great Northwest Railway Company

to a construction site
near Liverpool.

It was the wages for the
hundreds

of new workers they've hired

to build new lines
across the Northwest.

The train stopped at a signal

about 20 miles outside of
London.

This was a scheduled stop

to allow an express train
to pass through.

That's when the robbers got
onboard,

breaking in to the freight
carriage

and overpowering the guards.

So someone knew exactly when
and where this train would stop.

Hm.

We need a complete list of
train guards,

drivers, and platform staff,

including every signalman
between Euston Station

and the site of the robbery.
Well, technically, I'm still

working for the train company.

I doubt they know my license
has been suspended.

Patrick, you and Moses
go to their head office.

See what you can find out.

Myself and Inspector Wellington

will go to the bank that
delivered the wages

to the train.

What?

Who put you in charge?

Well, someone has to be.

Come along.

So, how are you?

Well, my license has been
suspended

and someone is sending me bombs
in the post.

I've been better.

I was just making conversation.

We haven't had many recently.

Well, we've both been very busy.

And how is Arabella?
Very well.

And you would know this

if you accepted her invitation
to dinner.

So this wage run the bank
delivers to the train.

How much are we talking?
Thousands.

And if you really must insist
on always changing the subject

when the current one does not
suit,

you really should work on
your subtlety.

William,

I am very pleased for
you and Arabella.

And the only reason I have
not accepted

her kind invitation to dinner
is that,

as already stated,
I have been busy.

There, will that do?

Now let's fetch a cab.

Last Thursday,
one of your biggest customers,

the Great Northwest Railway
Company,

withdrew 4,000 pounds in cash

to be transferred onto the
London to Liverpool train.

4,108 pounds and 12 shillings.

I oversaw the delivery myself.

So you provided the
security team,

the guards,
and the carriage drivers.

Do I really have to go through
all this again?

Miss Scarlet asked you a
question.

Yes, my men delivered the money
to the train,

no, they saw nothing suspicious,
and furthermore,

the Lambeth and
Westminster Bank can assure you

that no members of staff,
past or present,

was involved in the
subsequent robbery.

Now...

If there's nothing else...

Mr. Bamford,

there is a reason you've
read about me in the newspaper.

The chief correspondent at the
"Illustrated Police News,"

Mr. Basil Sinclaire, is a close,
personal friend.

I'm godmother to his beautiful
twin girls.

I assume your employers

here at the bank would wish to
avoid any hint of bad publicity.

Are you threatening me?

Yes.

And if I were to give
Mr. Sinclaire your name,

and mention your lack of

cooperation, I dread to think
what he might write.

He can be quite scathing.

That's an understatement.

Very well.

I'll give you the list of
everyone

who was working on the
day of the robbery.

So sorry

for keeping you waiting.

It's been a dreadfully busy day.

The engineering works at
Wigan continue

to be a strain on our resources.

And how can I help
you gentlemen?

We're continuing to investigate

the robbery of the Jewel
of the North.

We were wondering if we
could get a list

of all your staff who were
working that day.

Including the...

Wait.

Is that what I think it is?

Is it the same?

The same wiring, the same
general configuration,

and again not set to explode.

I tried telling Lyndhurst that,

but you should've seen his face.

I thought he would keel
over there and then.

Like the others,

the serial number's been removed
from the timing device.

Makes it untraceable.

It's easier to sell
on the black market.

There's nothing in these.

Nor these.

We've been through everyone
who worked on the train

and everyone who works at the
bank, and I don't recognize

any names or addresses.

Of course, it'd be easier

if your friends hadn't broken
into my office.

Taken my files.

They're not my friends.

What time is it?

9:00.

Ah, damn it.

What is it?

I have dinner plans... or I had.

You go.

We'll pick this up in
the morning.

Really, it's fine.

Thank you.

Gentlemen.

Your inspector is late
for his lady friend?

How should I know?

You know who we could take
this to?

Will he be open at this
time of night?

He's always open.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

Do you mean interesting as in
"interesting,"

or interesting as
in "you want more money"?

Both.

Have you had any more thoughts
about what you're going to do?

Nash is opening an office in
Paris.

He's offered me a job.

And then what?

You can't run forever.

You must have a grand plan.

Why must I?

Everyone does, don't they?

I don't know what I'll be
doing from one day to the next.

And that's how I like it.

I couldn't live like that.

And that's your problem.

I don't have a problem.

So who did you say made this?

The police think it's a group
of Irish Republicans.

Ah, no, it's not them.

How you know that, Solomon?

Well, the construction,

the wiring, the whole works.

See, they use alarm clocks

and a small pistol
to detonate the explosive.

Simple, but effective.

This...

This is brand-new.

Military-grade.

What about the note
written in Gaelic?

Well, all I can tell you is,

it's not the Irish.

I'm so sorry.

I was working

and I completely lost track
of time.

I went to the restaurant,

but they said that you'd
returned home.

Mm, I considered dining alone,

but it doesn't look good in
front of the customers.

It's fine, William, really.

I'm not one for using guilt
as a weapon.

That's my mother's job.

You're here now, and that's
all that matters.

Would you like a
glass of wine? Please.

What was it you were working on?

Long story.

It's a manhunt of sorts.

I was working with some
private detectives.

Including Eliza.

Eliza?
Well, good for her.

Well, we had a lot of ground to
cover, that's why I was delayed.

Mm.

We?

Goodness, you really
are the partnership.

So how has your day been?

I had no idea that you
worked so closely.

It's been rather a long day.

Could we perhaps talk of
something other than work?

I'm sorry, William,

it's just I'm feeling a
little... sensitive.

When you were late,
the thought did cross my mind,

albeit briefly, that you may
have lost interest in me.

That could not be further
from the truth.

Are you hungry?

I had my cook prepare
fricandeau of veal with spinach.

I have no idea what that is,
but it sounds delicious.

Good, then let
us head into the dining room.

Good, I'm famished.

Eliza attempted to make some
lunch.

It didn't end well.

Still, at least she tried.

I mean, that woman is nothing
if not determined.

I am a little bit busy,

Inspector Wellington, so if you
would get to the point,

and briefly.

I have a proposal for you.

Indeed?

This one, add him to the list.

I believe that I can be of
real use to the investigation

if I come back to work.

I can help you.

The offer is appreciated,

but we are making
excellent progress.

We have a number of suspects

from both the
Irish Republican Brotherhood

and Clan Na Gael.

No, no, not him... he's dead.

Even so, a fresh pair
of eyes can't hurt.

Wellington, the Irish menace
is growing and changing.

The bombs you were sent
were of an entirely

different construction
to those we've seen before.

They are adapting their methods

and I need specialist officers
on this case.

Now, as I have already said,

it would be safer for all
concerned if you remained

away from Scotland Yard.

Do you mind?

It's your office, be my guest.

Now, if there is nothing else,

I will see you out.

Sir.

Might I offer you a piece
of advice?

Drinking in front of the men,

it's not something
that I'd advise.

You must be beyond reproach
in their eyes.

I'll keep that in mind.

No hard feelings, eh?

Suit yourself.

Sir.

Detective Fitzroy.

What is it you
need me to do, sir?

We are now certain this is
nothing to do with the Irish.

I need conviction records
of individuals

or gangs who have
knowledge of explosives.

You'll find them in the
cabinet in my office.

I also need the case notes
from the train robbery.

I'll go in when
the coast is clear, sir.

Where did you find the key?

Where it always is...
Under the whiskey bottle.

Case notes from
the train robbery.

There's an interview
with the train porter

who was working on
the day of the robbery.

He describes the money
being delivered onto the train

by the security team
from the bank.

Five men in total.

Five?

Bamford told us there were
four men on his security team.

Why would he say that?

It was an oversight.

I'm in charge of security
for several branches.

I was just confused about
who was working what day.

The fifth man that was
left off your list,

we managed to find out his name.

Jack Fenton?

Fenton.

Name rings a bell,
but I'll have to check.

Hm.

Fenton has prior convictions
for armed robbery.

It's surprising he got
the job in the first place.

Well, I've never heard of him
so...

How strange.

Since he's your brother-in-law.

Let's start again, shall we,
Mr. Bamford?

Jack Fenton.

He married my sister Peggy
some 12 year back.

I never liked him.

He was in the Army for a while
before they kicked him out.

And then he did some time
in Newgate.

Peggy, she asked me
to get him a job.

It wasn't a full-time job,
it was just...

It was just every now and then
when we needed extra staff.

Was he involved in the robbery?

I don't know.

And that's the truth.

Where is he now?

He moves from place to place.

There are some pubs in Holborn,
uh...

There's a guesthouse
in Clerkenwell.

I had heard that he was
working in a jeweler's

in Hatton Garden now and then.

A security kind of thing.

They like ex-cons.

They know all the tricks.

Names and addresses.

Go on, quick as you can.

Bamford's a wreck.

He's terrified that
he'll lose his job.

I'll keep that hanging over him
in case we need him again.

I sent a message to Nash.

He and Moses can try
the pubs and guesthouses.

I thought we might visit
the jeweler's,

see if our Mr. Fenton
is working today.

Well, if he's working security,
then it'll probably be

when they get shipments in.

Uncut diamonds
once, maybe twice a month.

Well, then, we'll find out when
those shipments are coming in.

If we show up there
and tell them who we are,

then we run a risk of
someone tipping this Fenton off.

So we need some kind
of cover story.

I have just the thing.

Can I really choose
any ring, dearest?

Any one at all?

Any one at all.

I hardly know where to begin.

I feel like a child
in a sweet shop!

May I ask how long
have you been engaged?

Uh...

Four days, three hours,
and nine minutes.

Mm.

Tell him how you proposed,
dearest.

Well, he doesn't want
to hear that.

Of course he does!

It was so romantic.

Well, I, um,

got down on one knee
and asked her to marry me,

and she said yes.

You make it sound so prosaic!

Tell the whole story.

Every detail.

Including the doves.

There were doves?
There were doves.

Well.

We were in Regent's Park,
by the boating lake.

My fiancée had made
a sumptuous picnic.

She really is the most
wonderful cook.

I, uh, laid our blanket
under a cherry tree.

The blossom was in
full bloom and, uh,

yeah, there were two
white doves nestled

in the branches above.

I realized that I couldn't wish
for a more perfect moment

so I took her hand
and told her that she was

the most beautiful woman
that I had ever seen

and whatever else
I was unsure of in my life,

the one thing that I knew was

that we were
meant to be together.

I never knew you were
so romantic.

Apparently so.

I'm afraid none of these
are quite right.

I prefer a more sizable stone.

Are you expecting
any deliveries of new stock?

Says he's never heard
of no Jack Fenton.

Well, there's one place left
to try after this.

Whoa.
Hey!

Sorry.

Our man.

Read his description again.

"Heavyset,
dark hair, beard."

This won't be easy.

You any good with your fists?

Isn't that why I pay you?

This is going to be
a two-man job.

Well...

As it happens,

I used to box
for County Wicklow.

Are you gonna help or what?!

Police! That's Fenton!

Get after him.

These two.

I'm arresting you

for obstruction of justice
and impeding an

ongoing investigation.

I really liked that cane.

Nash and Moses are
being questioned at Scotland Yard.

As far as I know,
they're keeping tight-lipped.

I managed to briefly speak
to Moses in his cell.

He said they almost caught
someone you were looking for.

Jack Fenton?

That's the one.

There was some kind of
scuffle and he got away?

Well, if Fenton knows
that people are looking for him,

he'll most likely go to ground.

So I doubt that he'll be
turning up at the jeweler's.

If there's nothing else,
I should be getting back.

Of course.

And thank you,
Detective Fitzroy,

this is most appreciated.

Take the back door through
the kitchen so no one sees you.

What about Hudson?
What will his next move be?

Can I help you?

I'm looking for a Miss Scarlet.

I'm one of six partners in the
Great Northwest Railway Company.

Following the incident
on the Jewel of the North,

we hired Mr. Nash to
carry out an investigation.

The police,

I'm afraid to say, have been
borderline incompetent.

No offense, Inspector.

None taken.

We've been victims
of crime before,

but this felt very different.

First, I am sent a bomb,
and then I learn Mr. Nash

has had his license suspended.

That is why I've come to you,
Miss Scarlet.

You're the only of
his employees I could find.

I'm not his employee.

But do carry on.

This morning I learned
what I believe to be

a valuable piece of information.

The chief conductor
of the Jewel of the North

now remembers an encounter
with a suspicious fella

in a public house in the days
before the robbery.

Suspicious in what way?

Well, he was friendly at first,

buying drinks, making merry.

He seemed to be
an affable stranger.

The conductor was invited
back to his house.

Not a house, exactly.

Some room over a shop.

The two of them continued
drinking, at which point

the stranger began to ask

question after question about
train timetables and signals.

He was quite persistent
and indeed aggressive.

Did he give a name?

Fenton.

Jack Fenton.

Do you have the address?

Not much to show
for a life of crime, is it?

Crime doesn't pay, Eliza.

Actually, that's not true.

There are many criminals
who make more than I do.

Well, you'll have to save up

if you're going to buy me
that ring.

No doubt.

I'm sure you have
expensive tastes.

Actually, I don't.

I didn't like
any of those rings.

I'd prefer a simple small stone.

As long as it's in
a gift box with a bow,

I'd be happy.

That was always my
favorite part of Christmas.

The unwrapping rather than
the present itself.

I'll keep that in mind.

Now, Arabella on the other hand,

well, that's a different story.

Goodness only knows how much
you'd have to spend

if you were going to
buy her a ring.

If you get the chance
of a promotion,

I really would take it.

Get out.
I was only teasing.

Out.

Now.

William?

The, um...

The suitcase is booby-trapped.

There's a bomb inside.

Go.

Oh, for God's sake, Eliza!

Now is not the time
to lose your temper.

Can you close the lid?

Well, there's, um...

There's a trip wire attached
to some kind of spring.

I heard it click
when I opened it.

It hasn't fully triggered,
but I can't risk any movement.

You can't just
stay here like this.

Yes, I am well aware of that.

I will attempt to close it
when you've left the building.

Attempt to close it?

Will you please, please,
for once, just do as I ask?

No.

I've been reading up about

a variety of explosive devices.

They're all based on
the same basic principles,

so I'm reasonably sure
I know what to do.

When you say "reasonably
sure"...

All bombs have
an explosive ingredient

that's connected to a detonator.

In turn, that detonator

can be connected to

a percussion device or a timer,

or, in this case, a trip wire.

There are three wires...
Do you know which one to cut?

Yes.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Is that true?

Mostly.

There.

Done.

Which one did you cut?

All three.

It's only in crime novels that
you have to do just one.

Well, at least we
know that Fenton is definitely involved.

This is the same as the others...
Again, everything brand-new.

The wires, the detonator,
the explosive charge.

This must have cost a lot,
even on the black market.

Well, maybe he stole it.

Easier said than done,
of course.

Any factory or armory
that makes explosives

is guarded like
the Bank of England.

This one has more explosives
than the others.

This was meant to go off.

The manufacturer's name is on
one of the sticks of dynamite.

Galton and Hobbs.

I apologize for turning up
unannounced,

but I require some
urgent information.

Uh, was the information
I provided of any use?

It most certainly was,
thank you.

I understand your company
is carrying out

engineering works
in the Northwest,

building several new lines
to extend the existing routes.

Forgive me,
but how is this connected

to the robbery of our train?

Well, the laying of a new track
is seldom done

in a flat landscape.

More often than not, it requires
the creation of tunnels

so that the train may pass
through hillsides.

Tunnels that are blasted out
with industrial dynamite.

And not just dynamite...

All the things that go with it,

such as timing devices
and detonators.

Your company gets these from
Galton and Hobbs, I believe,

an armaments firm in Wandsworth.

I visited them earlier today.

They were very helpful.

Miss Scarlet,
you will have to forgive me.

I've just realized there's
an urgent meeting I must attend.

Am I right in thinking
that it is you personally

that oversees the buying

and transport of these
explosive devices?

I have no idea what it is
you are saying,

but now I must ask you to leave.

How do you know Jack Fenton,
Mr. Lyndhurst?

You do know him, don't you?

Ah, Inspector Wellington,
you're here just in time.

Mr. Lyndhurst
was about to tell me

how he knows Jack Fenton.
Ah.

Well, perhaps this'll
jog your memory.

It's, uh, Corporal Fenton's

discharge sheet.

You served together in the
First King's Dragoon Guards.

Yes, signed off by one
First Lieutenant Lyndhurst.

You sent yourself
that bomb, didn't you?

You did it when
Nash and Moses were here

to throw them off the scent.

And then when we got
too close, you decided

to try and deal with us
at Fenton's bedsit.

It was never my intention
to harm anyone.

That was Fenton's idea,
not mine.

The bombs I sent originally
were not primed to explode.

It was purely a misdirection,
I swear.

You will come to Scotland Yard

and you will tell me
everything that you know,

including the whereabouts of
everyone else involved in this.

Why did he do it,

do you think?

Money, plain and simple.

Or he's just greedy.

Either way, it'll all
come out in the interview.

A man like that,

he's so scared of prison that
he won't hold anything back.

And Nash and Moses,
you'll set them free.

I will.

This is my case now.

Eliza, I know that things can be
somewhat complex between us,

but to be frank,

I, uh...

I miss your company.

I know your feelings
about Arabella... William...

But we're old friends.

Surely we can still go out
for our monthly dinner together,

just the two of us.

Yes, it's unconventional,

but when did you ever
care about convention?

And Arabella would be content
with that, would she?

Good day, William.

This fellow, Seamus O'Dougal,

put him...
Gentlemen.

I believe your
work here is done.

Now, if you don't mind,
I'd like my office back.

All right,

that's three minutes...
Take a break.

I'll get some fresh air.

Miss Scarlet.

You're getting old, Moses.

He's just getting better,
that's all.

And he always tries harder
when you're watching.

I thought you'd like to know
that, uh, Jack Fenton

was arrested an hour ago,
along with two former cellmates.

That should be everyone
involved in the robbery,

but I'll let you know
if anything else comes up.

Oh, and I brought you this.

It's a French dictionary.

I thought it might be
useful if you're going to Paris.

That's very kind.

But I'm still thinking it over.

Will you be around
for work in the meantime?

Perhaps.

I'll see what tomorrow brings.

Moses, you really should try
having a long-term plan.

It's my experience that
having a list of objectives

to tick off is
satisfying indeed.

And it's my experience

the more you want,
the less you get.

Well, I want many things.

Choose just one.

Ready.

I'm so sorry for being late,
again.

I've told the cab
to wait outside

so we can leave straightaway.

What time is our reservation?

Sit down, William.

Is everything all right?

Please.

I had a father who lacked the
capacity to love his children

and a husband whose
only interest was money.

There is only so much rejection
one soul can take.

I'm sorry.

I don't...

Eliza?

I assume she is the reason
you're late?

She, she was working
the same case as me, yes,

but that's no...

William, you talk
of her incessantly.

The things she says and does,
her triumphs and disasters.

Of course you claim
she vexes you so,

and causes you
nothing but trouble,

but the truth is there
for all to see.

My relationship with Eliza
is purely one of friendship.

You are in love with her.

Unless you can
convince me otherwise.

Well, I wish you luck.

You will need it.

Arabella...

And I say this out of
friendship, not malice.

Eliza's ambition
will outweigh everything,

even her feelings for you.

Nothing will ever be enough
for her.

Certainly not the future
you envisage.

You can see yourself out.

What is this?

"Eliza Scarlet,
chief investigator,

Nash and Sons."

Business cards wrapped
in a box on my desk.

I'm going to Paris next week
to set up the new branch.

I need someone to run
the London office.

Must we have this
same conversation...

This is a different
conversation.

You won't be working for me.

You'll be working with me.

I want you to run this branch.

You can choose the cases
and the clients.

You can do whatever you want.

You'll have a
full-time staff of 20 men.

You'll be able to work cases
far bigger than anything

you've done so far.

Imagine if it was a woman
running an agency this size.

What kind of signal
would that send out

to those who want to follow
in your footsteps?

That's a very persuasive speech.

Did you pay someone
to write it for you?

Of course I did.

If I were to accept your offer,
I would want my own office.

Obviously.

With my name on the door.

Thomas...

So, what do you say, Eliza?

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