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[soft music]

-Eliza, whether I like it or no

I leave for Glasgow at the end of the week.

But ever the optimist,

I have decided to, err, view it as an opportunity.

-I would go so far as to say it is a golden opportunity, Wil.

And one in which I know you will flourish.

Our loss is Glasgow'’s gain.

-Scotland isn'’t so far.

-It is a mere few hours on the n

and if there is ever an investin

that takes me up there, I will surely come and visit.

-And whenever I have the need to be back in London,

you will be first on my list to call upon.

-So, this isn'’t goodbye. But...

-It'’s goodbye for now.

[door knocks] [door opens]

-You have a visitor.

-Inspector Wellington has arrived already?

-It'’s not Inspector Wellington.

-I'’m curious, Mr Nash,

given our last meeting when you attempted to blackmail me...

-Miss Scarlet, please.

My intention was not to blackmal

but rather persuade.

-What is it you want?

-What I have always wanted,

for you to come and work for me.

-Well, my answer is still no.

So, I bid you good evening.

-I have a new proposal to make.

-Make your proposal,

which I will turn down, and then you can leave.

-I have a surplus of cases.

You have a deficit.

Each month I turn away work

whilst you tout for business in a market

that views you with suspicion and disdain.

-I'’m surviving. -But are you thriving?

If I were to hire you to work these cases

you would double, possibly treble your income.

-Let me be clear so we don't have to have this conversation .

I will never work for you.

-You already have.

-What?

-Your adultery case last month.

The Sanderson family?

I sent them your way, as I have done

with several other clients who required a feminine touch.

-You'’re a liar. -Did it not occur to you that yu

have become rather busy recentl?

-I don'’t need your charity. -It wasn'’t charity.

I charged them a finder'’s fee.

So, what do you say?

And I'’d urge you to consider my proposal carefully

given the forthcoming change in your circumstance.

-What are you talking about?

-Your inspector friend is leaving London.

You'll have no ally in Scotland Yard.

No-one to share their resources or, indeed, hire you.

I'’m sure he's offered to sing your praises

to whoever succeeds him.

But we both know how that'll play out in reality.

-Have you finished?

-Miss Scarlet,

I find myself in unchartered waters here.

I am more used to using the stick than the carrot.

However, for some incomprehensible reason

you make me want to be a fairer.

A more honest man.

I could have carried on throwing you cases,

receiving my finders'’ fee.

Yet here I am.

Now I have finished.

[door slams] [street sounds]

[theme music]

-Underhand, conniving and insulting to boot!

The man'’s reputation is well deserved.

-But he did offer you more money for doing the same job.

-You think I should work for him, don'’t you?

-I think you should find a nice man and get married.

But I'’m trying to make the best of a bad situation.

I thought you didn'’t like whisk.

[pouring liquid]

-I don'’t.

Of course I'’d rather be thriving than surviving.

Had hoped to expand the busines,

have a larger office, employ a full time staff...

-When you say staff,

it'’s one thing working on your own.

To be in charge of a group of men...

-Why shouldn'’t a woman be in charge?

We have a woman on the throne.

-Not when I was a girl, we didn

Look...

I know you to be capable.

And, although I'’d sleep easier

had you taken a different path,

I'm still very proud of what you have achieved.

But, perhaps now isn'’t the time

to make any further change.

You have much on your mind with Inspector Wellington leavi

It'’s clearly been worrying you.

-What makes you say that?

-Because it'’s not often you have the need

to talk to yourself in the mirr.

[soft music] [Eliza laughs]

[door knocks]

I'’ll let him in.

-Before we dine, I want to give you a present.

It'’s a parting gift of sorts.

-Didn'’t know you could sew?

Oh. Ivy?

-Well, I made such a mess of the first set

that she insisted.

[Duke clears his throat]

-Well, thank you.

Look, Eliza, whether I like it or not,

I leave for Glasgow at the end of the week.

But ever the optimist... -No you'’re not.

-Pardon?

-An optimist.

You always say that, but we both know

you don'’t want to go to Scotland.

So let'’s not pretend.

-Well, there goes my rehearsed speech.

-Well, I haven'’t...

rehearsed this but... I'’m going to say it anyway..

-Am I going to need more whiske?

-I have a proposal, William.

I would like to offer you a job.

-Is that a joke?

-I've never been more serious in my life.

-[sighs] My god, Eliza.

I mean, just when I think that we understand each other.

I can no more comprehend how your mind works

than I can a complete stranger!

-I'm trying to help you. You don'’t want to leave London!

-Oh, so, this is about pity?

I have told no one other than yu that I am being forced to leave.

I had hoped to salvage some pri.

Yet you would have me go from Detective Inspector

at Scotland Yard to what? Your, err, your assistant?

-Not assistant, no.

I don'’t know what we'd call it.

I haven't thought it through. -Clearly!

I mean, the notion that I would work for you...

-My business is already up and running.

-I have an existing reputation. -And I don't?

-Of course you do!

You'’re known and respected throughout the city

which would bring in infinitely more clients.

-Oh, now I understand.

Now I understand. This isn'’t about you helping me.

This is about you and your ambition.

Just as it always is!

I think I should leave before I say something I regret.

-You mean you haven'’t already?

[door opens]

[door slams]

Oh! [city sounds]

[clanging]

[door knocks] [door opens]

-Morning, Inspector. How goes the packing?

-Fine, thank you.

-Well, I hear from my man in Glw

the weather'’s unseasonably fine at the moment.

That must be welcome news?

-Is there something that I can help you with, Sir?

-Well, I have the Commissioner coming in at any moment

so I will make my business brie.

Young Fitzroy will lead the next case that comes in.

Supervise him but let him head it up.

Good to give him some experience

whilst he still has you on hand.

-I'’m not sure that's a good ide.

-If I say it is so, it is so.

-Yes, Sir.

[door opens]

[door closes]

-You have something to say, Detective Fitzroy?

-Just that it was my father

who requested I step up.

It is not the Superintendent'’s fault, Sir.

I'm sure he would much rather not

be in this situation in the first place.

You are one of his finest offic.

-That will be all, Detective.

-Sir, forgive me for prying

but I am surprised at your decision to leave.

I understand it is a promotion.

but surely it will not be long before

-you are offered similar here... -I said that will be all.

-Yes, Sir.

[door opens]

[door closes] [city sounds]

-Hattie?

Did we arrange to meet?

Sorry, this isn'’t a good time...

-My aunt is waiting for you ins.

-But I have yet to unlock the door.

-You gave me a key remember?

In case I had to water your pla.

-I don'’t have any plants.

-Very well, I found my cousin'’s spare key

and kept it.

On occasion I have used your office as sanctuary.

Particularly when my aunt invits her god daughter round for tea.

She'’s a terrible bully.

Goodness knows what she will be like when she'’s an adult.

-[sighs] What does your aunt wa?

-Find a husband for my niece.

A simple task for which I paid you handsomely.

-And one which I have fulfilled

You have given me the names of numerous gentlemen

and I have provided background checks on them all.

-And found none eligible.

They are either morally compromd

or have some family disgrace lurking in their background.

One might almost think you were

finding fault deliberately.

But I will give you the benefit of the doubt.

This is a new list,

the most comprehensive to date.

-I'’m sorry, I can do no more.

And I will say this because Hattie will not.

She'’s a grown woman,

perfectly capable of making her own decisions.

And perhaps...

perhaps she does not want to marry a man of your choosing.

She wishes to marry for love.

-Miss Scarlet,

because of you my one and only d

has moved to another country.

Do not assume you will have the same influence

over my niece.

She will marry.

And when she does,

she and her husband will live in my house.

They will look after me in my old age.

Who knows,

perhaps there will even be a child or two.

Because if not this, then what life is it?

To age alone.

To dine by oneself.

To spend endless evenings with no company at all.

-We are both women on our own.

We have more in common than you think.

[soft music]

-When my husband died,

I received several offers of marriage.

But I had a young son

and a full life and...

the truth is

I did not want to be ruled over by another man again.

But one day you realise you are old,

that your life is no longer so .

And you look back upon those decisions you made

when the future stretched beforu

and you cannot help but dwell

on how things might have been.

-I do understand.

More than you know.

But Hattie's your niece, and such a sweet person.

Surely it's her happiness that should be your prime concern?

-So, you are refusing to assist me in this?

-I am.

-Very well. I will find her a husband mysel.

You are wrong, Miss Scarlet.

We have nothing in common.

For I will have my wealth to keep me warm.

And you...

This little concern of yours

will not provide you with a comfortable old age.

Merely memories of a once busy .

Good day.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[soft music]

[street sounds]

-I imagine you'’ve been pacing the streets in dilemma

at whether you can trust me or .

-You had me followed, didn'’t yo?

Hmm.

-But the fact that you are here tells me you have

decided to accept my offer?

-I will take one case from you as a trial run

to see how this arrangement works out.

But it will be a case of my cho,

not one requiring a feminine to.

-Agreed.

-And in terms of payment, I wan.

-Three months in advance. Yes.

My man heard you rehearsing your speech.

Including the fact that you'’d settle for two months in advanc.

So...do we have a deal?

-We have a deal. [jaunty music]

Oh, and, err, I would have accepted one month in advance.

I knew your man was following me and I allowed him to eavesdrop.

-Of course you did.

You know, you really are.... [gun shot, glass shatters]

[gun shot] -[NASH] Argh!

[gun shot]

[ominous music] [Nash groaning]

-Mr Nash? Mr Nash?!

Mr Nash?!

Mr Nash?!

[hooves clopping]

-How do I look?

-You'’re a lucky man.

Three bullets in the leg says so.

I saw a glimpse of the man who shot you.

-Tall, green coat...

-Do you know him?

[Nash groans]

You need to rest.

-The drawer. Open it.

[drawer slides open]

As per our agreement,

I have a case for you.

[sombre music]

Find who did this to me.

-Why not get your men to do it?

-Don'’t get me wrong,

when it comes to finding escaped convicts

or blackmailing a brothel owner

my men are first rate.

But this is my life.

I need someone I can trust.

-What makes you think you can trust me?

-Many people dislike me.

But you, Miss Scarlet,

you are the only one who says it to my face.

Before he pulled out his revolv,

I saw the gunman glance at something in his hand.

A photograph.

-A hired assassin?

-Find him.

Please.

[door opens]

[door closes] -Miss Scarlet.

-Detective Fitzroy?

-I'm here on the Nash case.

I could not believe my ears when I heard

you were present at the shootin.

-I have already given my witness statement.

-Oh, I am aware of that, but I just wanted to

reassure myself that you are unharmed.

-I'm quite well, thank you.

-Inspector Wellington, I was just enquiring

as to Miss Scarlet'’s health.

-And I can reassure you once again, Detective Fitzroy,

that I am quite well.

-Are you?

-Yes, I am.

-I'’ve just spoken with the doctor who operated on Nash.

These are the bullets extracted from his leg.

I haven'’t seen the like for yea.

Antiquated, to say the least.

-I would wager fired from

an old cap and ball revolver.

-Detective Fitzroy will be leading this investigation.

And I would appreciate it if you would

allow him to do his job.

Unhindered.

Wrap the bullets up for further inspection.

-Yes, Sir.

[playful music]

-You'’re leading the investigati?

-Congratulations. -Thank you.

I am determined that Inspector Wellington

will leave his post reassured in the knowledge

that I am a capable detective.

Thank you, Miss Scarlet.

-[ELIZA] I need to find the revolver that fired this.

-Tomorrow I help you. Not tonig. -Why?

-I'’m busy.

-Doing what? -That be my business.

-Moses, I just need one hour of your time.

Please?

-And you saw this man?

-Only fleetingly.

I would guess he was in his late 40s.

Perhaps a little older.

As I mentioned, he had a photogh

he consulted before he fired.

-An assassin whose weapon of che

is at least thirty years old?

I'’d wager ex-army.

Those men from the Crimea

returned stuck in time and in their ways.

Fighting battles in their sleep.

A gun for hire so they can

buy their whiskey to keep them warm.

-Do you know anyone that fits that description?

-No. But I know a man who might.

[suspenseful music]

-Welcome to my Aladdin'’s Cave.

A lady like yourself is sure tod

something that takes your fancy.

-Perhaps later...

-Masks from the warlords of Afr.

Rugs walked upon by the Sultan of Persia himself.

Remedies from the deepest depths

of the Amazon jungle...

Poison from the Blood Fanged Vi.

Venom from the Devil Scaled Scorpion...

-I never knew such creatures ex.

-Two drops on a man'’s skin will send him to sleep.

Three and he'’ll never wake up.

I put a few dabs on my cash regr

every night to stop thieves from robbing me.

-Does it work?

-Ask him.

-Solomon! The bullet?

-Oh, oh, yes...

Well, you know, I'’m no expert

but I think I might have sold ax

of balls for such a weapon only last week.

To a gentleman, chatty fellow.

Mentioned a tavern he was particularly fond of.

My memory is not what it used to be.

As poor as my sight these days..

Oh yes, it'’s all coming back to me now.

[people chattering]

-You've been gone an age.

What on earth have you been doi?

-One of the punters owed me money.

Been looking for him for the last three months.

-We'’re trying to find information on this gunman,

not calling in your debts!

-The gunman'’s name is Issac Marshall.

Ex-army.

Spent the last ten years in Warwick Gaol for armed robbery.

Released a few weeks back.

That'’s his address.

-Oh...well...good work.

The Rookery.

Well, no time like the present.

Come along.

-Your hour is up.

Three hours ago.

I got another job to do.

No!

-Fine.

Then I'’ll just have to go on my own then.

-The Rookery is the most violent slum in the city.

Tell your Inspector, let the police go in.

-He'’s not my Inspector.

Nor is he speaking to me.

And, anyway, I'’m sure I've been to worse places before.

-You go there, you will not come out alive.

-Well, it'’s a good job you'’re coming with then.

-No, I am not.

[city sounds]

[door opens]

-Sir, I have a request.

-Concerning? -The Nash case.

I would very much appreciate your help.

Well, guidance...

well, more like a second pair of hands.

-You are the lead detective on this investigation.

If you require more resources,

then you have an entire team at your disposal.

-Yes, Sir, on that.

They may have gone to the Fat G.

-May have?

-Definitely have.

-Then tell them to come back, Fitzroy.

You are their superior officer.

You need to demand their respec.

-Yes Sir, absolutely.

And how exactly would one go about such a thing?

[Duke sighs]

[street sounds] [ominous music]

[knife blade swishes]

-Hello, darlin'’.

-I must warn you, I'm working for Scotland Yard!

There are undercover officers all around watching us!

-Where? [men laughing]

[gun shot]

-[ELIZA] Up there.

I knew you would come.

-No, you did not.

[clanging]

-Our man clearly likes a drink.

-Them thieves would have robbed you and cut your throat.

Next time, listen to me when I warn you!

[threatening music]

Eliza.

It wasn'’t Nash the gunman was aiming for.

It was you.

[city sounds]

-Ah! Inspector Wellington.

I wonder if I might have a word?

-How can I help you, Mr. Potts?

-It's a sensitive, but, err, pressing issue.

A personal matter if you will, concerning myself and Miss Scar.

As you are no doubt aware, mysef

and her housekeeper, Miss Woods,

are enjoying a, err, friendship at present.

-Yes, I am aware, Mr. Potts.

-And for the sake of this frienp

I would like to find some accord with Miss Scarlet.

However, this is problematic

when she insists on gaining entry to my mortuary.

-I need not remind you, Inspect. -Women are not allowed.

-Precisely.

So, I kindly request that before your departure

to Scotland you speak with the .

I understand she listens to you.

[Duke laughs]

Did I say something that amuses you, Inspector?

-Oh, more than you could ever know.

Now, if you'll excuse me, Mr. P,

I need to go and drag half of my department

out of the Fat Goose and back to work.

-Sir, the ballistics report has come back in the Nash case.

As we suspected, the bullet looks to have

been fired from a cap and ball revolver.

Most likely an Old Navy Colt.

-Then it confirms the weapon we suspected.

-Forgive me, Sir, that is not why I bring this to your attent.

The report outlines only two bullets examined.

There were three.

I believe Miss Scarlet may have taken the third.

-Inspector... -Yes, Mr. Potts.

I am aware of your opinion of Miss Scarlet.

But I do not have time to hear it again!

-No, no, no, no. It'’s not that.

Although it is disappointing to hear that

she runs rings around you much as she does me.

No, it'’s that this very morning

I have taken possession of a car

found in the Rookery slums.

And in his right ventricle was lodged

a lead ball, just like the one you describe.

[tense music]

-[DUKE] What was he wearing?

-Well, I'll have his possessions brought in,

but he was not a smartly dressed gentleman.

Rather worn boots, an old green coat.

-That fits with Miss Scarlet'’s description of the gunman.

I would say he'’s tall, too.

-[DUKE] Mm-hmm.

What else can we tell from looking at him?

-Erm...

His skin'’s got a slight yellowish tinge.

Jaundice perhaps?

A heavy drinker.

-Good, well done.

Do you have the post mortem file, Mr. Potts?

-I have it here somewhere...

You'’ll, err, have to forgive me, Inspector,

we'’re running rather behind tod.

One of our coroners, Mr Wormsle,

is now and again infected with a terrible ague.

Ah! [laughs]

Here we are. Well, I say ague,

it'’s more likely malaria

brought on from his time of service in the Indies.

You know, muscle pain, dysentery, headaches.

-Thank you, Mr Potts.

His name is Isaac Marshall.

He had an identity card on his person from Warwick Gaol.

Released on the 12th of this mo.

Well, this is your investigatio.

What would you recommend as the next step?

[upbeat music] [door opens]

-If he'’s been to prison, he'’ll have a criminal record.

We can gather a list of known associates.

-We'’ll make a detective of you .

-M for Marshall.

-Once we have our list, call the men in for a meeting.

Give them two suspects each to chase down.

-I'’ll ask them. -[DUKE] No.

You will tell them.

-Yes, absolutely.

Ah, here it is.

That'’s odd. The original files are missing.

But we have the carbon copies.

Here'’s a list of known associat.

Anything?

-It'’s hard to say, we'll have to cross check them.

-Here is his prison record from Warwick Gaol.

[suspenseful music]

[file slams on desk]

-[MOSES] Isaac Marshall'’s police file.

Original copies.

Have a look at his prison recor.

There'’s a name on there you might recognise.

His cell mate.

-Joseph Simms?

[camera bulb flashes]

-[MOSES] Your first ever case.

-Never was there such a cunning crook.

Do you think he hired Marshall to kill me?

-You stopped him inheriting a fortune.

Not to mention he did a year'’s hard labour because of you.

-Did?

-Simms was released from gaol last week.

[street sounds]

-You say Miss Scarlet poisoned this Simms character?

-With a hefty dose of laudanum. [door rattles]

[door knocks]

He was out for almost an hour, I thought that she'’d killed him.

-She is quite something, is she?

-Wait here in case she comes ba.

-But if I stay here how am I to continue to lead the case?

-I'’ll be running the investigation from now on.

-With respect, Sir, the Superintendent said...

-I don'’t have time to hold your hand any more,

not on something this important.

You'’ll wait here whilst I go and look for Miss Scarlet.

-No!

-What?

-I am attempting to follow your guidance.

To stand up for myself. To demonstrate leadership.

So, I would appreciate it if you showed me

some faith in the time we have !

-Well, let me give you another piece of guidance.

You speak to a superior officer like that

and you will find yourself in serious trouble.

-What do you care?

You'’re going to Glasgow to pursue your own ambitions

and to the hell with the rest o!

-Do you know why I'’m leaving, Detective Fitzroy?

Not through choice or ambition.

I'm leaving because of you.

Because your father wants someone to blame

for your shortcomings and I am the one that he has chosen.

Now, stay here!

That'’s an order.

[horse whinnies]

-What you looking for?

-I don'’t know yet.

But I do know how much money is in my bag, Clementine.

So do not even think about it. [door opens]

[door closes] -Hello, Moses.

-Isaac Marshall is dead.

Shot through the heart.

-No doubt punishment for the mess up over my shooting.

You think it was Simms? -Most likely.

That his file?

-Ah, these are my case notes,

including aliases and past addr.

There are several but I would start with this one.

-I'’ll go to Scotland Yard and alert the Inspector.

Clementine, I need you to do something for me.

Go to Miss Scarlet'’s office.

Wait there in case the Inspector turns up.

-Fine, I'’ll get my boots.

-He may have found out where I live.

You must warn Ivy.

-I'’ll go straight there.

I'’ll send a message to Scotland Yard on the way.

[door opens] -Right, I'm off.

And don'’t worry, Miss Scarlet, you can count on me.

-Hand it over.

-What? -My money.

-Fine.

[hooves clattering]

-I have a telegram for Inspector Wellington.

I was told he was here.

-I'’ll take it.

-Sir.

-[IVY] What'’s that girl gone and done now?

-There'’s no time to explain, Iv.

We just need to get you somewhere safe.

-And Lizzy? Is she safe?

-[MOSES] She is.

You have my word, Ivy.

[reigns slap] -Yeah, yeah. Walk on, walk on.

-Inspector. -Moses.

-I take it you did not get my telegram?

-What telegram?

[street sounds] [tense music]

-Police! Get down on the ground!

I said on the ground!

-Easy, son.

-I am not your son, you will refer to me as Sir or Detective

-Just you is it, son? I- I mean

-I said get your hands in the a.

Get down on the ground!

-Which one is it?

I can'’t go down without lowering my hands.

-Stop talking and just do it!

[gun shots] [screaming]

[gun shots] [shouting]

-Stay still, try not to move.

-I'’m sorry. I'm so sorry.

-Stay still.

[intense music]

[ominous music]

[door opens]

-[CLEMENTINE] Who are you?

-I'’m Inspector Wellington of Scotland Yard.

I need to speak to Miss Scarlet right away.

[racy music]

[door opens]

-[SIMMS] Hello, Miss Scarlet.

[door closes]

-How did you find me?

-Your associate, Clementine, is?

Not the brightest spark in the .

-That damn woman!

-Now, first thing'’s first.

I believe you owe me an apology.

-For what? -Taking my inheritance.

Making me kill my old cellmate.

-I didn'’t make you kill anyone, you'’re insane.

-So would you be after a year'’s hard labour.

Have you any idea what that does to a man?

-That is no excuse for murder.

-Old Isaac deserved it for his cock up.

Unlike him, my aim will be a sober one.

[gun cocks] -Wait, wait, wait!

I have money.

Enough for you to buy safe passe

to wherever you wish to go.

-Where is this money?

-The safe in my office.

-Very well, I'’ll go there after I kill you.

-No, no, you'’ll need a key.

I'’ve hidden it somewhere and you'’ll never find it without me

-Tell me where it is.

Now.

[Simms laughs]

Is that all there is?

-That'’s a month's wages!

-You need to up your fee.

Still, I never turn my nose up at free money.

[kissing sound]

-Right... -If this is to be my last moment

at least let me have a drink?

Would you care to join me?

-Care to join you?

You'’re up to something.

-No, I'’m not. [Simms laughs]

-Trying to stall me or is it something else?

-It'’s a simple last request for a drink.

-Course it is.

Laced with laudanum, is it?

Or have you changed your poison of choice?

-You'’re right, I have changed my poison of choice.

[tense music]

-Venom from the Devil Scaled Scorpion?

Is this a joke?

-Oh, that'’s what I thought at first, but, err...

no, it turns out it's rather po.

-But I...I didn'’t take the drin.

-I didn'’t put it in your drink, Mr Simms.

I put a few drops on the money you just touched.

[Simms gasps]

-An insurance policy

in case something went wrong and somehow you found me.

I say "“somehow"”

I instructed Clementine to give you this address.

She knows exactly what Inspector Wellington looks like

She'’s been arrested by him enough times.

[Simms shouts] [crashing sound]

[thumping sound]

[Eliza sighs]

I do hope these are still useab.

[handcuffs jangle]

[scuffling]

-You never cease to amaze me.

-Thank you, Moses.

-What makes you think it was a compliment?

-What took you so long to get back here anyway?

-Ivy'’s mother talk even more than Ivy.

[Eliza laughs] [door clangs]

-Inspector. -Moses.

-How is Detective Fitzroy?

-He'’ll be fine, it'’s just a flesh wound.

-Thank goodness. He'’s lucky you were there.

-I seem to remember saying that the next time

that you poisoned someone I would have you arrested.

-Really? I don'’t remember that.

-You could have killed him, Eli.

-A little scorpion venom never hurt anyone, William.

[laughing]

[Duke clears throat]

When do you leave for Glasgow?

-Tonight. I'’m taking the 10 o'c.

You know, Scotland isn'’t so far.

[soft music]

-Just a few hours by train.

-And, err, when I have need to be back in London,

you will be the first on my list to call upon.

-So, this is not goodbye. But...

-Goodbye for now.

-[POLICE CONSTABLE] Duke?

We'’re all done here.

[street sounds]

-[HATTIE] Eliza!

I came to tell you the most marvellous news!

I'’m engaged!

-What? Who to?

-I have yet to meet him.

But his father is a viscount, so my aunt is happy.

"“Harriet,"” she said, "“There areo types of women in this world.

Those who can be choosy and those who cannot.

And you are the latter."

She is right, Eliza.

What is the point of me waiting any longer?

-So that you find someone that you like.

-I have liked many gentleman in the past.

The trouble is, it has not been reciprocated.

And I am fine with that.

-I have an appointment but I can change it.

Let us sit down and talk this through...

-There is nothing to talk throu.

It has all been arranged.

My aunt is even throwing me an engagement party tonight.

-Tonight?

Isn'’t this all a bit rushed?

-Perhaps she's worried he might change his mind.

Will you come?

-Of course I will but... -Splendid!

And bring Miss Woods.

The more people I like there, the better.

Until tonight then. Goodbye Eli.

[hooves clopping]

-A curious tale.

And one which leads me to conclude that

it is entirely your fault I was.

-I'’m afraid so, Mr Nash.

I can only apologise.

-No need.

I always wanted a walking cane.

And now I have an excuse to use one,

for a while at least.

I had my men bring in a selecti.

I chose this one.

The three lions of the British Empire.

-But you're Irish.

-When it suits.

And sometimes it does not.

-I came to give you this.

Given the assassin'’s bullet was for me,

I think it only fair I return your fee.

-Erm...

This is the money that you poisoned.

-Well, I believe enough time has passed

for it to be quite safe.

-Tempting, but you keep it.

Let'’s call it a down payment for the next case

I throw your way.

-Then I will take my leave, Mr

-Thank you for coming to see me.

It'’s nice to know you care.

-Oh, and, erm, I prefer this on.

-[NASH] Hmm.

No. I like this one.

[clattering sound]

[people chattering, laughing] [music playing]

-I do hope I'’m worthy enough

to accompany you to such an illustrious gathering.

-You've scrubbed up very nicely indeed, Barnabus.

-So have you, Ivy.

-Eliza. You are you here!

-Hattie, are you alright?

-I am, actually.

Oh, Eliza, this is Mr. Peters. My fiancee.

-It'’s lovely to meet you, Mr. P.

-You need to speak slowly so he can read your lips.

-Is he deaf? -He is Dutch.

Can'’t speak a word of English.

-[MRS PARKER] Harriet! There yo!

Are you looking after Ludvig?

-I am, Aunt.

-Now, come along, the pair of y.

There are other guests to meet apart from Miss Scarlet.

-Thank you.

[soft music]

[party sounds]

[clock chimes softly]

-Commissioner wants to see you.

-I need to catch my train, Sir.

-It'’s important.

-You were given a simple instru.

Teach my son, show him the rope,

knock some gumption into him.

But he now lies wounded in a hospital bed!

-He has made progress, Sir.

Slowly, I admit.

But he has the makings of a good detective.

-I have read your report.

He went alone to apprehend an armed criminal.

-With respect, Sir, that was not my fault.

-No?

Whose is it, then?

-Yours.

-Mine?!

-In your son'’s desire to prove himself to you,

he risked his own life.

The blame lies at your door and no-one else'’s.

Now, if you'’ll excuse me, Sir...

-You think I'’m going to let you walk away, Wellington?

You will be charged with dereliction of duty!

Have him arrested pending a hearing.

-Sir, let'’s not be too hasty...

-If you do not, I will replace u with somebody who will!

-[FITZROY] That'’s enough!

Inspector Wellington should be commended, not punished.

-What the devil are you doing h?

-I discharged myself.

I'’ve come to speak with you, Fa.

-This is not the time, leave us.

-No.

Inspector Wellington is the finest officer in this forc.

He has shown me nothing but patience and kindness.

And he will not be forced from his job.

Nor will he face any charges.

If he does, I shall resign.

-Then go ahead. Resign.

-Very well, but it will not be just me.

[challenging music]

[door opens]

I organised a vote and the result was unanimous.

Inspector Wellington stays

or every man here resigns.

Detective Bailey, do you agree?

-I do.

-[FITZROY] Detective Daniels?

-I do. -Detective Phelps?

-Yep.

-I am sure you would rather avoid

the embarrassing headlines of

Police Commissioner'’s son leads mass revolt.

-And I do not look upon it as losing a niece,

but gaining a nephew.

To the happy couple.

[people cheering]

-Ivy. -Inspector.

-I didn'’t know you were coming. -Neither did I.

Is Eliza here?

[door opens] -[ELIZA] William!

[sad music]

[carriage clatters]

William?

Where have you been?

I went to Scotland Yard and to your house.

-Well, in my search for you, I'’ve been to Mrs. Parker's part.

It is curious how even a happy occasion

can'’t put a smile on that woman'’s face.

-How did you know I was here?

-You'’re always here.

-William, there'’s something I want to say.

Something I should have said much sooner than this.

-Oh?

-What are you doing here?

What about your train?

-There'’s been a change of plan.

The Commissioner has decided tht I can keep my current position.

Well, persuaded might be a better term.

-You'’re staying in London?

-It'’s a long story.

I'’m more interested in what you were going to say.

-What I was going to say?

-Yes.

-Well, you'’re staying now, so what does it matter?

-It matters to me.

[hooves clopping]

-[POTTS] She'’s here!

-Oh, thank goodness!

Lizzie! Where you been?

I'’ve been worried sick!

-Miss Scarlet, you really should show more consideration.

Miss Woods had quite the fright when she couldn'’t find you

at the party or at home.

-Don'’t make a fuss, Barnabus.

We've found her safe and sound.

Now, what say we carry our merriment on inside?

A nightcap perhaps?

I know where she hides her sher.

-I think you'’ve had quite enough sherry for one night.

-Maybe a parlour game of some s?

Rather partial to charades.

-You are so clever, Barnabus!

What a wonderful idea!

I love charades! Come on!

[door opens]

-Please don'’t make me go through this alone.

Please say you'’re coming in too?

-Tell me what you were going to say and I will.

-Now is not the time.

We don'’t want to keep Mr Potts waiting.

I'’ll tell you tomorrow.

-No, you won'’t.

-No, I won'’t.

-I hate charades.

-[ELIZA] That'’s because you'’re not very good at it.

[door closes] [soft music]

-[DUKE] I'’m better than you.

-[ELIZA] It'’s not a competition, William.

-[DUKE] Eliza, it'’s always a competition.

[Eliza laughs]