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[jaunty music]

-You lose everything, my girl.

-So you'’ve said. Four times.

I definitely had it on yesterday

-Your gloves, your keys,

-that handkerchief I embroidered for you.

-Everything. -Five times.

[door knock]

-Miss Scarlet? -Yes.

-No.

I am Miss Scarlet.

-May I enquire if you'’ve lost something?

Some jewellery perhaps?

-Er, yes. My mother'’s wedding r.

Have you found it?

-Does your ring have an inscrip?

-Erm... From my father to my mo.

'‘For my beloved Lavinia Scarlet

-Then it is yours.

-I'’ve told her so many times to get it resized.

But does she listen?

-It was found last night in the City Mortuary.

By a Mr Potts.

-Is he the one who calls you an unchristian woman

with the morals of an alley cat?

-Yes, that'’s the one.

[handcuffs jangle] -You'’re under arrest.

-What!?

Why?!

-For breaking and entering the City Mortuary.

-But...

Find Inspector Wellington!

-[gasps]

[door knock] -Hmm.

[door knock]

-Duke. The door.

[door knock]

-Hmm.

-Duke!

-It'’s your house. You get it.

[door knock] Urgh!

[horses trotting]

-Sorry to bother you.

But I wondered if Inspector Wellington was there.

-You got a visitor.

-[IVY] Inspector Wellington!?

I need your help.

[IVY] It'’s Eliza. She'’s been arrested!

-Tell her it'’s my day off!

[horses trotting]

-Who is this Eliza?

[sinister music] [door slams]

-She's not my wife!

-Ready, Inspector?

Miss Scarlet really does need your help.

[slight thump]

[theme music]

-There has clearly been a misunderstanding, Detective P

Not that I wish to tell you how to do your job -

you being an extremely experien, well regarded officer.

I'm simply perplexed as to what has happened?

-Well, let me enlighten you, Miss Scarlet.

Last night someone smashed the window of the city mortuary-

and broke in.

They then gained access to the clerical office inside

and stole some highly confidential files.

-Well, if that is true then it s both deplorable and a disgrace.

-Words shared by the Clerk of the mortuary, Mr P.

Although, in his case used to describe you

rather than the situation.

-I know that man'’s opinion of m.

-An unscrupulous woman who is as trustworthy

as a bag of snakes.

-Ah, but the fact is I am no th

-I'’m so glad you brought up facts, Miss Scarlet.

Because the fact remains that y ring was found at the crime sce.

[tense music]

[Miss Scarlet cries]

-Well, I have no idea how it got there.

Women aren'’t even allowed in the mortuary.

And quite right too. It is no place for a lady.

[door opens]

-Morning, Duke.

-I'’ll take it from here, Detective Phelps.

-Thank God for that!

-I'’m sorry to have dragged you into this, William.

-On my day off.

-Oh?

Were you doing something nice?

I have no idea how my mother'’s g found its way to the crime scen.

It'’s a puzzle indeed.

-Do you think that I was born y?

I'’m warning you Eliza, the next words out of your mouth

had better be the truth or I'll

take you down to the cells myse.

-Alright. Fine.

[sighs] I did go to the mortuary yesterday.

I have numerous outstanding cass

which I could progress with if Mr Potts would share

some basic information with me.

But he refuses to treat me like a fellow professional.

so I have no choice but to brean

like a common criminal and check the files myself.

I must have dropped my mother'’s ring whilst there.

Hence this misunderstanding.

-Let me get this straight.

Last night you broke into the city mortuary

and stole files from Potts'’ off

Where exactly is the misunderstanding?

-I never stole anything.

I looked at the files and then put them back.

And it wasn'’t last night.

it yesterday afternoon when Mr Potts was out for lunch.

And I didn'’t break in.

Why would I when I have a key? [liquid pouring]

You'’ve duplicated a key for the city mortuary?

-What choice do I have?

Someone else burgled the mortuary last night

and it wasn'’t me.

I wouldn'’t lie to you, William.

-That'’s a blatant lie in itself.

[door opens]

-Miss Scarlet.

-Detective Fitzroy.

A new haircut? Very smart.

-Sir, I have a message for you.

-I thought I told you that I wasn'’t here.

I'’m on my day off.

Yes, Sir, but the Superintendent has asked for you.

He says it'’s urgent.

-Do. Not. Move.

-William?

William?

You do believe me, don'’t you?

-This is an extremely serious oe

that you'’re accused of

and it'’s going to be damn hard to prove it wasn'’t you.

[ominous music]

[door knock] -[MONRO] Come in!

[door opens]

Ah, Wellington, this is Mr Thackeray.

[door closes]

-Good morning, Sir.

-Well, I hope it is a good morning, Inspector.

It'’s been a bloody awful night, that'’s for sure.

-Mr Thackery is the Chief Coron.

-The break-in at the City Mortu?

-Break-ins, plural.

-We'’ve just had word that the mortuaries in Kentish Town

and Swiss Cottage were broken into last night.

Confidential files stolen from .

-Well, I believe you have the perpetrator in custody?

-We do indeed, Edmund.

-That woman has a history of breaking the law.

My man in the city has had to deal with her

time and time again.

But this time she has gone too far!

[laughs]

Lady detective. [laughs]

What a nonsense.

-Sir, Miss Scarlet has had some minor grievances

with the Clerk who runs the City Mortuary, Sir...

-There was evidence found at one of the crime scenes

that places her there.

Surely you'’re working under the assumption

that whoever did one break-in

must have done the other two?

-Yes that would be the assumption, Sir, but...

-I want that woman charged without delay.

-It is all in hand.

Take Miss Scarlet directly to Holloway.

She can be kept there whilst further investigation is undert.

-Further investigation? What need is there of that?

You'’ve got all the evidence you need, Fergus!

-Charge her.

-But, Sir... -That'’s an order, Inspector.

-Yes, Sir. [plucky music]

[door opens] [police officers chattering]

[door closes]

I'’m sorry Eliza...

Where is she?

-I wish I knew so I could give her a piece of my mind!

She does nothing but worry the life out of me.

-Not only is she now a fugitive

but she'’s also made a complete fool out of me.

Again!

-I'’m as frantic to find her as you are.

God knows where she is.

God knows what danger she'’s in!

-Well, not as danger as she'’ll e

when I get my hands on her.

-Please do not talk like that, Inspector.

It is not gentlemanly.

-Do you have any idea how much trouble she'’s in?

-Then you must help her.

-How can when I don'’t know where she is?

[fist bang on table]

There is one person who might know her whereabouts

and I have my men hunting him down as we speak.

If Moses so much as sneezes,

we'’ll be down on him like a ton of bricks.

-What makes you think Moses kno?

-Those two are as thick as thie.

If you see her, or you hear fro,

then you send for me, Ivy.

Immediately.

[tense music]

[door opens]

[door slams]

[Ivy sighs]

-Are you sure you weren'’t follo?

[door creaks open]

-Why do people always ask me th?

-I'’m worried about my girl.

Are you certain this is the right thing to do?

-Just stick to the plan.

-I don'’t think I can do it.

-You just lied to a Detective Inspector.

You can do this.

[jaunty music]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[city street sounds]

-[MONRO] Gone?

Gone where?

-I don'’t know, Sir.

-So, our prime suspect, who was in your custody,

has done a runner?

-And you'’re unable to locate he? A woman.

-She'’s a private detective, Sir. She has contacts.

-Are you not one of them?

-I can assure you that I have hd no hand in this, Sir.

I can also assure you that Eliza Scarlet is not the perpet.

We'’re barking up the wrong tree. -Enough!

[glass slams on table]

Now it seems to me we have a conflict of interest here.

So I'’m going to recommend you are moved to another case.

-With all due respect, Sir, that would be a mistake.

-The Chief Coroner is a man of connection and influence.

That man that can make my life extremely difficult.

-Give me one more day, Sir.

-Now, I have not long been in this job, laddie,

and I can assure you, you do not want to

be the reason I lose it.

You have your day. Find her.

-Yes Sir.

[door opens]

[door closes] [city street sounds]

-What a privilege it is to have such a visit!

Not since Prince Albert himself graced us

to open our new autopsy wing have I been so honoured.

-Then the honour is all mine, Mr. Potts.

I am merely here at the request of my husband, Mr. Thackery.

"“Cecilia,"” he said, "“You must pay Mr. Potts a visit

and see is he quite well after such a distressing episod"”

-The notion of the Chief Coroner giving an employee as lowly as f

any thought is a comfort indeed, Mrs. Thackery.

But I cannot lie,

this business with the break-ins

left me feeling somewhat violat.

To think someone came into this,

my private sanctuary

without authorisation.

I say someone, but I know exactly who it was.

And so do the police.

-Yes, my husband told me all ab.

Some young woman, was it not?

I hear she'’s a private investig.

What a curious job for a lady.

-There is nothing of a lady about that woman.

She'’s a charlatan, make no mist.

But I believe I have seen the last of her.

-And I am glad to hear it, Mr. .

What exactly was it she stole?

-I thought you said your husband told you all about it, Mrs. Tha

-He did indeed, but I have quite forgotten.

[laughs] You know how us ladies.

It'’s hard to retain too much information at any one time.

-I do not believe you.

It is abundantly clear to me that a lady such as yourself

possesses great brains, as well as beauty.

-You are kind, Mr. Potts.

But it is never-the-less true

that the details have quite evaded me.

-Would you mind if we did not discuss that woman?

I have to be mindful of my blood pressure

and she has a habit of causing me great vexation.

Er... Tea?

-Goodness, I'’d quite forgotten the reason for my visit.

My husband and I would like to invite you for dinner this even.

-Dinner? At the Chief Coroners ?

-And I will endeavour to keep my questions to a minimum.

I'd hate to cause you undue vex.

-Nonsense, Mrs. Thackery, nonse

What is it you wish to know?

[city street sounds]

-Confidential files were stolen from all three mortuaries.

They contained lists of unidentified bodies

who died twenty five years ago.

In the August of 1857.

-Anything else taken?

-We should let Eliza know.

-Not yet.

She must lie low until I have found out more.

-Where exactly is this safe house she'’s holed up in?

I hope it'’s respectable.

-It'’s not exactly Claridge's but it will do.

[flies buzzing]

-Oh, my God!

[fly buzzing]

[door opens]

-Miss Scarlet. Welcome to my ca.

Hope you'’ve made yourself at ho?

-Hello, Clementine. Yes, yes.

Moses has shown me all the amen.

Thank you for allowing me to shelter here.

I have allegations made againste that are completely false.

-Hmm, aren't they always?

So, what are these false allega?

-It's a break-in at the city mo

And for your information the claims are false.

-On Bell Lane?

-Hmm.

-My sister, Clementine, works that street.

-Your sister'’s called Clementin?

-All my sisters are.

Made it easier for our mother to remember who'’s who.

If something happened on my sister'’s patch,

she'’d know about it.

Horrible woman she is.

I could pay her a visit, though.

See if she knows anything.

-I would be most grateful.

-How grateful?

[coins jangle]

[dog barks]

[coins jangle]

I take a great risk in going to see her.

Last week she punched a dog in the face.

[hooves clattering]

-This Moses is the key.

If anyone can lead us to her, it'’s him.

-Sir, I'’ve got the information that you...

-Get to it.

-Did I say something wrong, Sir?

-Shut the door, Fitzroy.

[door closes]

Now, I do not believe that Miss Scarlet is guilty in this.

But my orders are to find her.

Not to go looking for an alternative perpetrator.

So, this line of enquiry is to remain strictly between us.

Do you have a problem with that, Detective?

-No, Sir, I do not have a problem with that.

-Good.

[upbeat music]

Now, what'’ve you got for me?

-The files stolen from each of the three mortuaries

contain lists of unidentified bodies from August 1857...

-Yes, yes. Tell me something I don'’t know.

-Then I searched for a link.

Male, female, similar ages, cause of death.

But unfortunately those details only exist

in records at the cemeteries themselves.

But I managed to pull maps

of each cemetery and where the graves are located.

I'’ve marked them with an X.

-How many cemeteries are there?

-Fourteen, Sir.

With one pauper grave in each.

Shall I come with you, Sir?

-No. I need to do this quietly.

-You go back to your duties. -Yes, Sir.

-[exhales]

[suspenseful music]

[door opens]

-Clementine!

Where have you been? You'’ve been gone hours.

-Shhh.

-Did you see your sister? What did she say?

Does she know anything about the break-in?

-She saw it with her own eyes.

Well... [laughs] one of them.

The other one'’s not so good sine wrestling match with our grandm.

-She saw the real thief?

Clementine...

Clementine...

[suspenseful music]

[sighs]

[horses whinnying]

-[CARRIAGE DRIVER] Woah! Woah!

[carriage door opens]

[carriage door closes]

-[MRS ELLIS] You should be ashamed of yourselves!

-[GRAVE ROBBERS] Come on, let'’s go! Come on!

-I'’m calling for the police!

[high tempo music]

-[WELLINGTON] Stop!

I'’m a police officer, Madam.

Are you alright?

-I'’m just a little shaken.

My husband is the vicar here.

He'’s away on business and I'’m all alone.

Poor soul. Those grave robbers, they have no morals.

-Do you know who'’s buried here?

-[MRS ELLIS] No one knows.

It'’s a pauper grave.

[ominous music]

[city street sounds]

I was in my parlour in the Vica.

Such a lovely sunny room.

I like to carry out my correspo.

-So, what alerted you to the ro?

-I was writing to my sister, Ag

I heard a noise outside.

We weren'’t expecting any burial.

My husband'’s away on church bus.

Staying with the Archbishop himself in Canterbury.

-So, you heard a noise outside?

-I went out to see what it was and instantly I knew.

Body snatchers.

It is a lucrative trade selling corpses to the medical professi.

They supply bodies for anatomy classes...

Dissection.

-Yes. I am aware of the practic.

-I shouted at them to stop.

They were so shocked that someone was at the vicarage.

They must have assumed it empty.

-Hmm.

-Then they saw you and ran.

Had you not been there, Inspect.

I dread to think what might have happened.

-You got a good look at them?

-One had dark hair and the other was fairer.

Average build, the pair.

-Any scars? Tattoos?

Distinguishing features?

-None that I saw, but they were very grubby.

-Hmm.

-Dirt all over their faces, the.

I am sorry. I haven'’t been much.

-No, you have been most helpful.

Take Mrs Ellis home.

[door opens]

-Duke.

There'’s been a sighting. The Jamaican.

Do you want me to bring him in?

-No.

He'’s mine.

[music]

[city sounds]

-And a pound of potatoes please.

-Right you are, young lady.

-[laughs]

-Mrs. Thackery!

How nice to see you again!

-Mr. Potts.

What a small world.

-Ah, not really. Mother is just around the corne

I had to pay her a visit to impt my most wonderful news.

-Oh?

-The honour of dining with yourf and the Chief Coroner this even.

I said, "“Mother, I might just purchase a new tie,

for the occasion is one so spec"”

Mother would have so loved to have joined us.

-Well, bring her along if you l.

-Oh, dear Mrs. Thackery, you misunderstand me.

Mother is dead.

It is her grave which I visit every Friday, in fact.

Although today, as you know, is Wednesday.

None-the-less, I felt compelled to share the news

of this great honour bestowed u.

-Well, I really should be going.

Dinner will not prepare itself.

-I am more than a little confused, Mrs. Thackery.

It is most unusual that a lady such as yourself

does her own shopping.

-Indeed.

However...

I wanted to ensure that all the ingredients

for tonight'’s dinner were of the highest quality.

-I don'’t know what to say...

-Until this evening then.

-Until this evening.

[mischievous music]

What a delightful lady.

It is a treat to be in her comp.

A treat indeed.

-Yeah, Ivy is one in a million.

-Ivy?

-Clementine? Clementine!

-I'’ve just had the loveliest dr.

Moses took me to Gilberts and, by god, did he look handsome...

-What did your sister, Clementine, say?

-[exhales] Which one? There'’s five of us.

-The one that witnessed the break-in in the city mortua

-Oh, her...

She said it was raining that nit

so she took shelter under the arches near the mortuary.

That'’s when she saw him.

-Him?

-A man.

-Yes, I'’ve gathered that. But what did he look like?

-Blackest of hair, bluest of ey,

a crooked smile that would make the devil whimper.

-Did she recognise him?

It'’s something I suppose. A man.

Black hair. Blue eyes...

You said she was sheltering from the rain.

But it wasn'’t raining that nigh. In fact, it hasn'’t rained for w.

And if it was dark how did she see he had blue eyes?

-She got good eyesight.

-You said she had only one working eye.

[music]

[scoffs]

You didn'’t go and see your sist, did you?

You drank my money.

-She'’s terrifying!

When I was girl she stole my pet mouse and baked it in a pie!

-I want my money back! Now.

-I'’d love to stay and chat, but I gotta get to work.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[city street sounds]

[door opens]

-Where is she?

-Grave robbers drink here.

-I said where is she?

-Let me go in ask around,

see about those two who ran fro.

-How do you know about that? Have you been following me?

-You're going. Forget it.

They will smell police a mile a.

-And why would you want to help?

-We both know she is innocent.

And those body snatchers will lead to the real thief.

So, I will help you help her.

-For a fee, of course. -[scoffs]

-I don'’t work with criminals.

Shame Miss Scarlet doesn'’t follow my example.

-Good luck.

[door opens]

You'’re going to need it.

[people chattering]

[door closes]

-Whiskey.

-There you go... Inspector.

[pub goes quiet]

[playful music]

[door knocks]

-Eliza.

[door opens]

Mr. Potts.

-Do not bother, Miss Woods.

That is your real name is it no?

Miss Ivy Woods?

-Yes, yes it is.

And I am so sorry to have deceived you.

Well, it was for a good reason..

-There is never a good reason to deceive, Miss Woods.

But it comes as no surprise me

that the lady who runs the house of that woman

should herself be unchristian in her ways.

-I can assure you I don'’t make a habit of lying!

But I love that girl and I'’d do anything to help her.

-I should never have believed

that the Chief Coroner would even consider

inviting someone like me for di.

You would think I'’d know my place in this world by now.

When will you ever learn, Barna?

-I really am very sorry, Mr. Po.

I'’ve never done anything like this before.

-Well...

take heart Miss Woods,

because you had me fooled.

[soft music]

Good day.

Mr. Potts? Did...

did you spend money on a new ti?

[city street sounds]

[glass bangs on table]

[cards slap]

-Come on, cough up.

Think I'’ll take a lady out with my winnings.

[coins jangle]

How about... your mum?

[tense music]

[knife clangs]

Who'’s there?

-I'’m looking for a man about a .

The kind that can make you serious money.

[spade digs]

[owl hoots]

-Never been so bloody busy.

-Business good?

-Booming mate.

Be even better if I weren'’t stuck with this ingrate.

Get on with you.

[police whistles]

[tense music]

[men shouting]

[handcuffs jangle]

[doors burst open] -Take them to the cells.

Keep them separate. I'’ll question this one first.

-I ain'’t done nothing!

-Shut ya mouth!

-I do not like to be manhandled.

-Best part of my day arresting .

[key clinks in handcuffs] -We needed it to look real.

This was your idea.

-I got you your thieves.

Now it'’s your turn.

-Well, I'’d like to say it was a pleasure doing business with ,

but you know I'’d be lying.

There'’s more where that came frm if you tell me where Miss Scarl?

[ominous music]

I'’ll be watching you.

-I'’d expect nothing less, Inspe.

-[MR. THACKERY] Why is this Miss Scarlet not in prison as w?

How can she have evaded the entire Metropolitan police ?

-I know it'’s not ideal but trus

-You had this woman here

and she slipped through your fi!

Well, I'’ve had enough of this nonsense, Fergus.

I'’m taking this up with your superiors.

-Edmund...

-Out of my way!

-Sir, we have a development in the case.

-You have the woman back in cus?

-No, Sir. I have something bett.

-So, just to confirm this is not the woman

who hired you to rob the grave at Highgate Cemetery?

-She was much older.

-And this older woman is the same who you believe

broke into the three burgled mortuaries?

And how do you know this?

-Because these nicked files thau keeping banging on about

she had them.

Paid us to dig up every name on there.

Well, I say name.

But the graves didn'’t have any.

All of'‘em pauper graves.

-And what was she looking for?

-Not a bleeding clue.

But whatever it was,

all she found were bags of bone.

-So, tell me about this woman.

Name, age, appearance.

-Don't know her name.

Only that they call her Bloody

Been inside for years. Newgate I think.

And as for what she looked like,

well, you should know, you met .

-What?

-When me and Watts did a runner at Highgate.

We thought she was done for.

But the silly tart couldn'’t run away in a dress, could she?

-The only person that I met was the Vicar'’s wife, a Mrs Ell

-That was no Vicar'’s wife, mate

That was Bloody Mary.

-Just so I am clear, crystal cl,

you had the perpetrator in that very room and you let her ?

-Sir, I can only apologise...

-This is very disappointing, la.

Clearly I should have stuck with my first instinct.

I will not make that mistake ag.

-Sir...

-Another officer will take over the investigatio.

-Sir, that... [door slams]

[city street sounds]

[door opens]

-What happened to you? [door closes]

-Went to see me sister.

-What, she did that?

-Gave as good as I got.

Actually, I think she came off .

Now, I have some information.

My sister did see the thief.

It was a woman. Fair hair, black dress. Old.

Very old. At least 50.

-Did she recognise her?

-Not a clue.

Unlike the Constable from Scotland Yard who drinks at my

How he loves a chat when he'’s had a few.

Reckon I'’d make a good lady detective myself.

-Tell me everything you know.

[city street sounds]

-I was just coming to get you.

-She'’s a wily one, that Clement.

Remind me to employ her more of.

-Where are you going?

-To solve the case.

-But you have not been working the case.

I have.

And I have news.

You'’re in the clear. -I'm in the clear.

[laughs] Come on, Moses.

We have work to do.

[carriage rumbles]

[horse snorts]

-Sir. What did the Vicar say?

-What I expected. That he has no wife.

Where'’s the information I reque?

-Since you are officially off the investigation,

I thought it safer to memorise .

Just in case I was stopped coming out of the Yard.

-No need to get carried away, m.

-But you are off the case, Sir?

-I don'’t wish to talk about it.

-It'’s all anyone can talk about.

-Good for them.

Now, if you would kindly impart the information

that has been so carefully concealed in that brain of your.

And hurry up about it.

-This Bloody Mary'’s real name is Mary Dawson.

She was part of a gang of diamond smugglers back in the '.

She served 25 years at Newgate and was released last week.

What is it, Sir?

-Who sends flowers to a pauper grave?

[market sounds]

-Yes, that particular grave recs flowers each and every month.

-Can you write down the address of the sender for m

-Certainly, Inspector.

-What?

-Sorry, Sir. It'’s just...

have you ever been taken off a case before?

-I thought I made it clear that I do not wish to talk about it.

-You did, Sir. Sorry, Sir. Understood.

-But for your information, no I have not.

And it is no matter. These, er, these things happen.

-For what it'’s worth, Sir, the r Monro replaced you with is...

Sorry Sir, you do not wish to talk about it.

-Thank you, Detective.

Who is it?

-Carmichael, Sir. -Carmichael? Pfff...

Couldn'’t investigate a booze up in a brewery, that one.

-As requested, Sir.

Address of the account holder.

-Thank you.

-It is a curious thing,

but you are not the first person who has enquired

about that particular account t.

-Who else has enquired about it?

-[FLORIST] A lady. Blond hair. A determined demeanour.

[jaunty music]

[carriage door opens]

[horse whinnies]

-I don'’t know where to begin.

-I can explain. -Don'’t bother.

-[sighs]

-See to it that Miss Scarlet stays in the carriage.

-Yes, Sir. Hello, Miss Scarlet.

-Do not converse with her or let her out of your sight.

-I'’ll deal with you later.

-[laughs]

[carriage door closes and locks]

[door knocks]

[horse whinnies]

[door opens]

-Inspector.

[plucky music]

I thought you'd been replaced on the investigation?

-And I thought sending flowers to a grave

listed in the stolen files might have been something

that you would have mentioned?

-No. It'’s merely a co-incidence that my connection with that gr

should have dovetailed with this investigation.

-I've been in the force a long time, Mr. Thackery,

and in my experience a coincidee never holds up to much scrutiny.

-Well, in this case you're wron.

It is a simple explanation.

However it is not something I'm comfortable to speak of.

Nor should I have to explain myself to you.

-Well, if you'’d prefer you can explain yourself

to Detective Carmichael

who I believe Superintendent Moo has now assigned to this case.

And I can assure you, he will not be as discrete as I.

[threatening music]

-The fact is, I had a humble upbringing.

[MR. THACKERY] But it was more than humble...

I was born in the workhouse.

[MR. THACKERY] It is something I don'’t like talk about

and rarely reveal.

Particularly being a man of such status.

But from a young age I was utterly determined

to make something of myself.

-And as you can see, I was successful.

There were many people who helped me along the way

and saw my potential.

Not least of all my wife.

And for that I am forever grate.

So, in short, my fate could have been somewhat different

and as a Christian man and in my position as Chief Coroner

whenever I happen upon a paupere

I like to send flowers.

It is a small kindness

and it helps me remember.

-Remember?

-There but for the grace of God go I.

So... [CLEARS THROAT]

-Well, I appreciate your candour Sir, but... [laugh]

I'’m afraid there's still some questions

that I need to ask regarding the case.

-Why? Surely we are done here.

-We'’re done when I say we'’re done, Mr. Thackery.

[sighs]

[horse whinnies]

[carriage clattering]

-How did you know I was here?

-Inspector Wellington specifically ordered me

not to converse with you, Miss Scarlet.

-Very well.

Although I'm surprised that a gentleman

with impeccable manners such as yourself would be so ru.

-I'm only following orders.

Please forgive me. I do hold you in the highest re.

-I don'’t wish to get you into trouble, Detective Fitzroy.

But answering one simple questin can it really do any harm?

And Inspector Wellington doesn'’t have to know about it.

-The florist advised that you'’d been asking

who sent the flowers to the pauper grave.

-But I didn'’t speak to the flor.

Moses got that information for .

-Well then, who was the blonde lady the florist spo?

[mysterious music]

No. I do not know this Mary Dawn

or Bloody Mary or whatever the devil she'’s called!

I am as anxious as you to get this criminal into custo

and find out what the hell is going on!

Now, I have answered all your questions, Inspector.

My wife and maid will be back soon from their errands so.

I'’d like you gone before they r.

-You seem extremely keen to get rid of me, Mr. Thackery.

-Well, a reputation can be undone by such a visit,

and I do not want to be the topic of idle gossip.

[glass smashes]

-I thought you were alone.

[tense music]

-No, that'’ll just be the maid.

-The maid who'’s running errands with your wife?

[gun unholstered]

[gun cocks]

-[MR. THACKERY] No, do not open that door!

Please!

-Nice to see you again, Inspect.

-Put the revolver down, Mary.

-I was about to say the same to.

And if you don'’t, I will shoot Mrs. Thackery in the head.

-No, Mary please, please do not do this!

-Shut up!

I'’ll deal with you later.

I said, put it down!

[gun uncocks]

[gun thuds on floor]

Kick it towards me.

[gun slides across floor]

Good.

[threatening music]

But on second thoughts, I think I'’m going to kill her a.

-No!!

[gun cocks]

-I would recommend that you do .

[sighs]

[horse whinnies]

[people chattering]

-You know that using a policeman'’s weapon is an offe?

-Would you have preferred if I had dispatched Detective Fitzro

[jaunty music]

[LAUGHS]

-My real name is Alfie Frampton.

Mary Dawson was my fiancee.

We were small time crooks

but we managed to pull off a diamond heist.

When can I see my wife? She knows nothing of any of thi.

-Get on with it.

-I took the diamonds and ran, but Mary tracked me down.

She was like a mad woman.

She was attacking me.

She was desperate to get hold of them.

So I swallowed them.

-You... you swallowed the diamo?

-And in return she gave me this.

The police turned up after a tip off and arrested Mary,

but I managed to escape.

And with her inside, I saw a way out.

To leave her behind.

To leave my past behind.

So, I faked my own death.

-You used a corpse from the pauper'’s grave in Highgate.

That'’s why you send flowers to it each month.

-That poor soul.

Whoever he was,

gave me a new life.

[sombre music]

-Frampton took the body to one of their hideouts

changed clothes with the man

and then gave him a cut down his cheek,

just like Dawson had done to hi.

I believe he always told you that he got that scar

from the Crimea, Sir.

-I'’m not the only one who believed him.

He told everyone that!

[glass bangs on table]

-I wasn'’t questioning your judgement, Sir.

From her prison cell, Mary Dawsn

read about the body in the papes

and assumed it was that of her fiancee.

And then when she'’d served her ,

she went about tracking down his grave.

[door knock]

-Come. [door opens]

Ah, Detective Phelps. Come and take a seat.

Continue.

-Dawson believed that she would find the diamonds

that Frampton had swallowed in one of those graves.

But what she didn'’t know was that he'd sold them

to reinvent himself. [liquid pours]

He put himself through medical school, he changed his whole li.

-[SIGHS] Whiskey, Detective Phe?

-Thank you, Sir.

-And what of your friend, Miss Scarlet?

-Thackery wanted to pin this on her at the earliest opportuny

in the hope the trail would end there.

And then if Dawson did find him,

then he would cut a deal with h.

-Well, I think I'm fully briefe.

That will be all, Inspector Wellington.

-Sir, I know that I disobeyed os by continuing with the case...

-That will be all, Inspector.

-[SIGHS]

Yes, Sir.

-Now, Detective Phelps,

I've heard nothing but good reports about you.

Tell me more about yourself.

I'’m always on the lookout for a good, loyal man.

-Er, yes, Sir.

[door opens]

Thank you, Sir.

[door closes]

[carriages rumbling]

-How childish men are.

Still, he'’ll get over it.

-No, he won'’t.

Loyalty is everything to men like Monro,

and I disobeyed an order.

-Oh, so this is my fault?

-Actually, yes.

-I was the one who saved Mrs. Thackery'’s life

and most probably yours too.

[SCOFFS]

So, I hear you and Moses made quite the partnership.

The first of many?

[LAUGHS] I'’m just teasing you, William.

-Well, don'’t. You know I do not like it.

Well, I should get back to work.

-Yes, that'’s probably a good id.

Try to get back in the Superintendent'’s good books.

-Eliza, will you at least preted that you say that for my sake

rather than your own benefit?

-William, you really do have a low opinion of me sometimes.

-Only sometimes?

[BOTH LAUGH]

-So, any plans for this evening?

-Well, I did have.

Until Ivy buggered them up.

-Ah yes, Betsy wasn'’t it?

-Sorry about that. -[LAUGHS]

[door knock]

[door opens]

-Miss Scarlet.

Inspector Wellington.

-Well, I'’ll leave you to it.

-Mr. Potts, before you say anything,

please let me apologise-

-I'm not here to see you, Miss Scarlet.

-Mr. Potts. You received my mes.

-And I would be delighted to take you up

on your offer of that homemade steamed pudding, Miss Woods.

-Prince Albert'’s favourite.

And I'’ve added some extra raisins.

-[EXHALES] -Come on in.

[playful music]

[theme music]