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Mr. Potts! Mr. Potts!

Ah, Miss Scarlet. Good afternoon.

Oh, Mr. Potts, tomorrow I embark

on a...a case with Inspector Wellington

and I require some background information

on one of your cadavers.

There is such a thing as a protocol, Miss Scarlet,

and as such, I will convey any information

directly to the Inspector.

I do understand,

but, er, hopefully my involvement

will hasten the arrest of the perpetrator.

The sooner I have this information,

the sooner he will be behind bars.

Surely that is more important than protocol?

Nothing is more important than protocol, Miss Scarlet.

Now, I'm late for an appointment. Good day.

- Mr. Potts! -God save us.

We...we are practically family now, Mr. Potts.

My relationship with Ivy will and always shall be

a private matter.

It should never be used as a bargaining tool!

Now, if you will excuse me,

I'm taking tea with my good friend, Mr. Theobald Turner.

We take tea on alternate Wednesdays

and as I've already said, I am late!

Theobald? Theobald!

Theobald!

Out of the way, Mr. Potts!

So you saw no-one leaving the scene?

Well, as I said, the back door was open.

The perpetrator must have escaped from there.

I was talking to Mr. Potts.

Ah, we saw no-one.

Oh good. You've decided to join us again, Detective Black.

Feeling better?

Yes, Sir.

You'd better get used to the sight of blood, son.

This is your life for the next 25 years.

First crime scene. Bless him.

I believe Mr. Turner was dead before he hit the ground.

Hmm. A private detective and now an amateur doctor.

How efficient you are, Miss Scarlet.

You wish to talk of efficiency, Detective Phelps,

when it took over an hour for the first constable to arrive.

Now, if I may...I have some further observations.

Do mind the blood.

I believe...the victim was hit here,

knocked to the floor with some force.

Poor Theobald clearly struggled to the front of the shop

to get help.

The cause of death was likely a blow to the head.

Have you finished?

No. The back door shows signs of forced entry.

The cash box has been emptied

and there are some brass handles missing from the coffins,

which all points to a robbery.

But...it's strange that an undertaker

would be the target of such a crime,

particularly one of his caliber.

Theobald was an excellent undertaker.

Well, thank for your observations, Miss Scarlet.

But I'm sure we would have come to that conclusion ourselves,

wouldn't you agree, Detective Black?

What's that smell?

Uhh, formaldehyde from the mortuary downstairs.

Shut that window immediately!

You'll disturb important evidence!

What is wrong with you, man!

This is a crime scene!

Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.

As a child, the notion that the dead needed a bell

in case they woke up in their coffin quite terrified me.

Well, I'd love to stay and reminisce about your childhood,

Miss Scarlet,

but we will come to our own observations and deductions.

I feel sick again, Sir.

Thank you.

Good morning, Miss Scarlet.

Secret admirer?

Good morning, Clarence, and no,

just a little gift to myself. Some cheer for my office.

Need I remind you, every shilling counts?

The shillings will soon be pouring in, Clarence.

Inspector Wellington has promised me a case.

I'm quite sure by this time next week

we shall have plenty more.

Besides, in this line of work

it's important to remind oneself there is

some beauty in the world.

Morning.

Inspector Wellington. I was just talking about you.

I'd really rather you didn't.

All good things, I can assure you.

Well, in that case, don't let me stop you.

How are you, William?

Fine, thank you.

You just sniffed.

So, either you're allergic to these flowers

or you have bad news.

We've, err...we've had a diktat from above.

Budgets are being further squeezed.

Fewer men on more cases.

Recruits are being rushed through without proper training.

And err...and no more hiring of private investigators.

Well, what about the case?

The one you promised me.

You're...you're aware how much need it.

Yes. Believe me, this is the last thing that I want.

You have no idea of my present workload.

Well, if you're so busy,

that's even more reason to hire me, William.

I'm sorry, but it's out of my hands.

But if anything changes,

then you will be the first to know. I promise.

I...I should get back.

I have a great deal of work to do.

Good for you.

How long do you intend to be cross with me for?

A rough estimate will do.

I'm not...cross with you.

Just the situation.

Really, I'm sorry.

Ooh, good morning, Miss Scarlet. Any cases today?

No. But tomorrow, I'm certain.

Anything...today?

Good morning. Anything?

Ah, no. Nothing as yet.

I do wish you would calm down, Barnabus.

All this stress and strain

will play havoc on your blood pressure.

It's been a week. And nothing!

My friend still lies in cold store, awaiting burial.

They do seem rather busy.

Ah, Inspector!

Inspector Wellington.

Mr. Potts. Ivy.

Inspector Wellington,

we've been waiting some time now

to speak to Detective Phelps about my friend's death.

Mr. Theobald Turner?

Detective Phelps has been sent up north on police business

and as far as I'm aware,

Detective Black is now leading the investigation.

Will you please deal with this man? Thank you!

May I be candid, Inspector?

Detective Black is not equipped to lead this case.

He's not equipped to lead any case.

I'm sure that Detective Black will be available shortly.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

No, I...

Look at the flush on those cheeks of yours.

I won't be a widow before I'm married, Barnabus.

We'll find someone else to help you.

And I know just the person.

You wish to hire me?

Well...

the Metropolitan Police really should be doing their job.

But as I always say, the world is going to hell in a hand cart.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

- Thank you for that, Mr. Potts. - Hmm.

I can assure you, I will do my utmost to solve this case.

Well, as your new client,

I must insist on daily briefings for any developments.

I look forward to it.

So...

do you know of anyone who might have

had a grudge against Mr. Turner?

Someone he worked with perhaps?

But what if it was just a robbery?

Missing cashbox, stolen brass handles...

That is still a possibility,

but as I told Detective Phelps,

a funeral parlor is an odd place to rob,

particularly one that was clearly on hard times.

As I said before, Theobald was an excellent undertaker!

Miss Scarlet is not doubting that for a moment, Barnabus.

She just needs to consider all possibilities.

Well, in answer to your question,

I can think of no-one who'd wish to harm Theobald.

As for work colleagues, well,

he was increasingly working alone.

He hired in help only when he needed it.

Well, you did mention his sister.

Oh yes.

Yes, thank...thank you, Ivy.

Uh...a Miss Francesca Turner.

She resides in Bristol.

I presume she'll be at the funeral, but who knows?

Well, why wouldn't she be?

Well, they've been estranged for many years.

Which is why, as executor to Theobald's will,

I was surprised to learn

that he's left his entire business to her.

The Lord is my light and my salvation.

Whom shall I fear?

The Lord is the stronghold of my life.

Of whom shall I be afraid?

When the wicked advance against me to devour me,

it is my enemies and my foes...

I don't see any sign of the woman

who could be Mr. Turner's sister.

Over there, by the tree.

...dwell in the house of the Lord...

Excuse me.

You're Mr. Turner's sister?

I am. Miss Francesca Turner.

Miss Eliza Scarlet.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Mr. Potts mentioned you.

A female private detective.

It seems to be almost as unlikely

as a female undertaker,

which I now seem to be.

Yes, I heard your brother left you the business in his will.

Was that something you were expecting?

I suspect you already know the answer to that.

I did hear that the two of you were estranged.

You do not waste time, do you, Miss Scarlet?

I apologize,

but it is my job to ask questions.

And, well, my swiftness is for good reason.

To find out what happened to your brother.

I had not seen Theobald in over 20 years.

There is some regret there for both of us, it seems,

given that he left me the business.

You live in Bristol, I believe?

Will you now move to London?

I've no inclination to become an undertaker.

I had quite enough of that in my childhood

when my father ran the business.

I will stay for as long as it takes to sell.

But it may take some time.

There are clauses in the will,

which I must take into account.

Such as?

Theobald did not want me

to sell to a particular funeral home.

Hardcastle's.

Which is a shame

because, according to my solicitor,

they're the only ones to have made an offer.

Why do you think your brother would make such a request?

Theobald and John Hardcastle

had always been old business rivals,

as our fathers were before them.

I can only imagine things had somehow festered

further between them.

Miss Scarlet.

I've managed to garner some information on

Hardcastle's Funeral Directors.

Are you quite well, Clarence?

Yes, yes, I...

I, I persuaded the clerk of the Funeral Directors Guild

to have a drink with me.

I am, err, as a rule, teetotal, but umm...

I thought I should do what I could,

for the sake of the company.

How very resourceful of you.

And what did you find out from this drink?

Err, well, Hardcastle's have expanded extremely quickly

over recent years,

buying up smaller funeral homes across the city.

But rumors of malpractice have followed them

round like a bad smell...

The clerk told me that there had been numerous complaints

against the firm to the Guild.

The latest was umm... from an Albert Edmunds.

He's a former employee of Hardcastle's.

I have his address.

Oh...perhaps I need a little lie-down.

I never met Mr. Turner,

but I heard mention of him a number of times.

I know Mr. Hardcastle was determined

to take over the business, but Mr. Turner wouldn't sell.

So, you filed a complaint against your former employer?

I...I was an apprentice for Mr. Hardcastle.

I saw it all.

Him making people pay for funerals they couldn't afford,

introducing them to money lenders and...

when they couldn't afford the payments,

thugs were sent round to make them pay.

Intimidation, smashing windows...

And the Funeral Directors Guild, what did they say?

Didn't want to know.

Mr. Hardcastle has them in his pocket.

Is that why you left the company?

Well, I was dismissed for no good reason.

I was just told by one of Mr. Hardcastle's assistants

that I was no longer needed.

If I was looking for someone

who had cause to kill Mr. Turner,

Mr. Hardcastle would be the top of my list.

Thank you for allowing me this access.

It's...it's most useful.

Theobald and I may not have seen eye-to-eye, but...

I still want whoever harmed him to face justice.

Why did you not see eye-to-eye?

You know how it is with family.

No one can vex you like your own flesh and blood.

If my father could see me now.

Owner of the family business.

And your father?

I cannot imagine he approves of your line of work.

My father was a police officer

and later a private investigator.

He was an enlightened man but he didn't want this life for me.

He knew it would be a difficult path.

In every household there is at least one resourceful woman.

If more of us were accepted,

Mr. Potts' lament that, "the world is going to hell

in a hand cart" might no longer be the case.

Miss Turner...

A glazier hired to replace the same windows twice,

three weeks apart.

One of Hardcastle's former employees told me

intimidation was his trademark.

I believe your brother was being pressured to sell

and breaking windows was one such tool.

Clarence...

I want you to send a message to Inspector Wellington.

See if Mr. Turner filed a complaint

about his windows being smashed.

Oh, and umm...

see if you can get me copies of the murder file.

I don't hold out much hope that Detective Black

has been particularly comprehensive

in his investigation so far, but err...you never know.

What is it?

Err, some flowers were left for you on the doorstep.

Inspector Wellington, no doubt.

He does hate it when we're at odds.

They're not from the Inspector,

nor from anyone else who wishes you well.

It is I...I believe, a threat.

God's sake.

Can you please remove this gentleman from the corridor?

Put him in a cell if you have to.

Yes, Sir.

Sir! I have a message from Miss Scarlet.

It's a question about the undertaker,

Detective Black is leading that investigation. Give it to him.

Actually, Sir, he handed in his notice.

Umm, one crime scene was enough for him, so...

Where's Charlie?

Detective Phelps is still in Leeds on the Haymarket case.

Fine. Get me the file.

It seems like I'll be doing this myself with all my spare time.

Very good, Sir.

And was there something else, Detective?

Actually, yes, um, Sir.

An opportunity has arisen, in New York.

They've invited a detective from Scotland Yard

to join their police department for a year's secondment and...

I thought about applying.

What do you think, Sir?

I think the last thing I need is to be another man down.

Ah.

Yes. Of course.

I realize this might not have been

the best time to mention it.

Oliver, if you're asking

whether I will support your application,

then, of course, I will.

Perhaps we can find a more... convenient time to discuss it.

Yes, Sir. Of course, Sir.

So, this file?

Yes! Yes, Sir!

Miss Manners?

Yes. Mr. Hardcastle, I presume?

My condolences on the passing of your great aunt.

My assistant informed me

you were hoping I would personally handle

the day-to-day arrangements of the funeral.

But due to my workload,

I'm afraid, that's not going to be possible.

- Oh, no. - But Mr. Ashley here

will look after you

and provide you with round the clock assistance.

It was nice to have met you.

Oh, well, if I cannot

rely on the services of the director

in charge of the company,

then it is with a heavy heart that I must go elsewhere.

Which is such a shame,

since I did so want the best in town

to oversee the funeral of my beloved aunt.

There'll be people of great influence

and import in attendance.

No expense will be spared.

Er, do...do you know, Miss Manners...

I believe I can...

rearrange some of my schedule to accommodate you.

Yes, shall we?

This is from our premium range.

Handmade from the finest Canadian elm.

Lined with exquisite satin

from the very best manufacturers in Paris.

It's very nice, indeed.

Mmm.

Excuse me, Sir.

There's an Inspector Wellington here from Scotland Yard.

What are you doing here?

You know Miss Manners?

Well...yes, of course.

Three years ago you assisted with an investigation

into a theft from my carriage on Bond Street.

Miss Manners, remember?

Miss Manners.

Yes. I remember now.

Miss Scarlet.

What are you doing here?

Who is Miss Scarlet?

What do you mean she's a private detective?

I believe Miss Scarlet is investigating the case

of the dead Mr. Theobald Turner.

As am I.

It's come to our attention that you were putting pressure

on Mr. Turner to sell.

He filed a complaint about some windows of his being smashed

and he believed that that was connected to you.

What nonsense.

I know nothing of any windows being broken.

There was merely a healthy rivalry between us.

A former employee claims that you sell funeral plans

to the poor who cannot afford the repayments.

You then introduce them to a moneylender,

who uses strong-arm tactics when they default on what they owe.

You speak of Albert Edmunds?

Let me tell you it's nothing more than sour grapes

on account of his dismissal.

The man was useless.

Where were you on the morning of Tuesday last week,

Mr. Hardcastle?

You are not seriously asking me to give you an alibi?

I was coming back from a family gathering in Eastbourne

with my wife and children.

I wonder if you could identify this?

It came with some flowers that were left for me yesterday.

Clearly a warning.

The card matches those used by your firm, does it not?

Well, clearly someone is trying to defame me.

Why on earth would I use my own calling card?

Don't blame me.

All I am saying is that your Detective Black

clearly missed evidence that Mr. Turner

was being intimidated by Hardcastle.

He's not my Detective Black.

I hardly knew the man.

He was drafted in from Essex to address the lack of manpower.

We need at least fifteen experienced detectives

and the Super sent us one, barely out of uniform.

Have you been into Scotland Yard recently?

You can hardly get into reception. It's chaos.

I'm very pleased you've taken on the case, William.

But if you're so busy,

you should never have agreed to stop using the services

of private investigators.

So, you are blaming me?

I have to blame someone.

So, what else have you found out?

That there was a witness who saw a heavy-set man

with dark hair and a prominent scar on his cheek

leaving the scene after

Mr. Turner's windows were smashed.

That certainly doesn't sound like Hardcastle,

and we've no proof that he arranged it.

Hmm.

I...I don't like the idea that someone is threatening you.

I get threatened all the time, William.

Surely I've been doing this job long enough

for you to be comfortable with that.

I'll never be comfortable with that.

Miss Scarlet.

Oh, Inspector.

- Mr. Potts. - Mr. Potts.

I...I have come for my...

daily briefing, but err...

Do I gather by your presence, Inspector,

that you are now involved in this case?

I am.

Oh, that's reassuring, indeed!

Well, thank you Mr. Potts.

It's nice to know that someone appreciates me.

So, if that is the case then,

I no longer require Miss Scarlet's assistance.

Firstly, Mr. Potts, please address that question to me.

And secondly, may I remind you

we have a contractual arrangement.

I'm afraid you are stuck with me.

Yes, well, I should get back to Scotland Yard.

I'll leave you to your... briefing.

Yes. Thank you, William.

Ah, yes. Thank you, William... Inspector.

So, Mr. Turner did mention that Hardcastle

had tried to intimidate him?

Yes. On occasion.

But you never thought to mention that to me?

I did...

I did not wish to speak ill of my friend.

But I felt Theobald had developed

an unhealthy obsession with Mr. Hardcastle.

Blaming him for the failure of his business

and, oh, everything in between.

What do you class as obsession?

At one point, he said he was compiling a file on the man.

I had a rising concern that Theobald

had become quite...paranoid.

Come in, Miss Scarlet.

I'm just finishing off packing

the last of my brother's personal effects.

Can I ask if you've found a certain file

your brother kept on Mr. Hardcastle?

I have, indeed.

Err, I was planning to bring it to your office.

But it's more than just a file.

Complaints to the Funeral Directors Guild.

Newspaper articles about Hardcastle's...advertisements.

So, Barnabus was right.

His friend, Mr. Turner,

was utterly obsessed with Mr. Hardcastle.

His broken windows.

This must refer to the glazier's receipts I found.

He even has a list of other undertakers

who appear to have their windows smashed

in the same manner.

He was obsessed, and thorough.

He even kept the bricks.

They all have the same initials on them.

ELIZA: S. P.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

I'm, err, looking for the proprietor, Mr. Petrov?

He's away from work.

Well, can you tell me when he'll be back?

His wife, she died, and...

only weeks after, his daughter.

He has not been in good way for months now.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I'm looking for one of his customers,

dark hair, a scar on his cheek?

I don't know this man.

I must go back to work now.

I've, err...

visited a number of undertakers

who've had their windows smashed

with bricks engraved with Mr. Petrov's initials.

It's clear there's a link to this business and the crimes.

I haven't yet told the police,

but will be forced to do so

if my inquiries remain unanswered.

Mr. Petrov himself, may be implicated in the crimes,

which is, surely, the last thing he needs.

The man with the scar is a moneylender.

Tomasz Mazelli.

Mr. Petrov owed him for his family's funerals.

He comes for regular payment.

Always takes a box of bricks which he never pays for.

Tell me, Eliza, do you think that you'll ever learn to knock?

Umm...No.

I have secured the name and work address

of the money lender, a Tomasz Mazelli.

He has an office off Longacre. Shall we?

Well, I'm busy with a great deal of other cases,

including that of a high-profile robbery in Haymarket,

so, I will come to your case when I can.

Of course.

So you'll wait?

No, William.

But as you say, you're too busy

to go and see the man who was, err...

almost probably the one who sent me those lilies

and threatened my life.

But, err...

Well, I'm sure I'll be fine

to visit such a dangerous, violent criminal.

Alone.

I'm Inspector Wellington from Scotland Yard.

Tomasz Mazelli around?

He's out.

Well, do you know when he'll be back?

I dunno, darling.

What am I? His missus?

No, you're his clerk.

And if you don't show the lady some courtesy,

then you and I will be talking alone

in a dark room

with no witnesses.

Please, no!

Oh! Help!

Please! No, no, no!

Tomasz Mazelli, I presume?

You're under arrest.

Mr. Edmunds.

You know him?

He worked for Hardcastle.

I shouldn't have reported Hardcastle.

This isn't your fault.

You need to see a doctor.

Can one be arranged when he comes to Scotland Yard

to make a statement?

I'm not making a statement.

I can arrange protection.

There's nothing to be scared of.

That's easy for you to say.

I, I, I just want to be left alone.

This is part of a murder investigation, Sir,

and I, I can't force you to press charges,

but I would appreciate it

if you'd at least make a statement.

I don't want anything to do with this. Just let me be!

Mr. Edmunds!

- Leave me alone! - Albert!

Please just leave me alone!

There must be something you can do.

He's not under arrest. I can't force him to come.

Let's see what Mazelli has to say.

Excuse me, Sir.

A message...for Miss Scarlet.

Is there nowhere I can hide from that man?

Oh! Miss Scarlet!

I feared you did not get my note.

I was just on my way to find you.

I came as soon as I could, Mr. Potts.

Is all well?

Oh, not in the least.

Miss Turner came to see me,

to gift me an old board game of Theobald's.

And this is what has upset you?

No.

It was the news she imparted that caused me this distress.

Miss Turner,

contrary to the wishes of her deceased brother

and my dear friend Theobald,

is to sell the funeral home to Hardcastle's.

What do you know about the murder of Mr. Theobald Turner?

Don't know him.

Well, a witness has you smashing Mr. Turner's windows.

I believe that that was on the orders

of another undertaker, John Hardcastle.

Don't know him either.

Hmm.

Where were you on Tuesday afternoon?

I was at the Broad Street Hotel.

Went in for a drink.

I like one of the waitresses there.

I've err...

I've dealt with many moneylenders in the past.

And it's my experience that all of them, bar none,

have a deep aversion to paying their dues

to Her Majesty's Revenue.

And as I am sure you know,

as a businessman in the financial sector,

avoidance of tax contributions

carries a hefty prison sentence.

You won't find nothing on me.

Well, in that case,

you have nothing to fear

whilst we undertake an investigation

into your business dealings.

In the meantime,

your accounts and all your assets will be frozen.

Don't worry, that won't take too long.

A couple of months should do it.

What do you want from me?

Information about the day that Mr. Turner died.

I was at the hotel for Mr. Hardcastle.

He was being bothered by some woman he'd clearly...

you know...

been with.

He didn't want his missus to find out.

So, he hired me to pay her a visit

to encourage her to leave the town.

I went to her room, 402,

but she never returned.

What was her name?

Yes, Madam?

I'm looking for one of your guests, a Miss Francesca Turner.

Mm-hmm.

She's in Room 402.

Francesca Turner has been having an affair

with Hardcastle.

Miss Turner has checked out, I'm afraid.

The day Mazelli was sent to warn Miss Turner off

was the day that her brother was murdered.

So, she was in London that day, yet she never mentioned it.

Which makes her our prime suspect.

The question is, where is she?

The lawyer who dealt with the will

is likely to have her home address in Bristol.

We can get it from him.

I'll send a message.

For Hardcastle to go to the effort

of sending Mazelli to scare her,

it seems likely she must have wanted something from him.

Or just threatened to tell his wife about them.

Let's ask the man himself.

I have a signed statement from Tomasz Mazelli

implicating you in the intimidation of

Mr. Theobald Turner

in the weeks leading up to his murder.

Intimidation?

The statement also claims you were fraternizing

with Miss Francesca Turner.

Something your wife might be interested to know.

Why did you send Tomasz Mazelli to scare her off?

What did she want from you?

It's a personal matter.

Well, perhaps you'd feel more comfortable

if we invited Mrs. Hardcastle in to join us?

I have never been unfaithful to my wife.

Francesca and I, it was more than...

more than 20 years ago!

And, yes,

I was engaged to my wife at the time,

but we weren't married.

And yet you've seen Miss Turner recently.

She'd fallen on hard times and come to me for money.

When I was unwilling to help her out,

she threatened to tell my wife about us.

That's why I sent Mazelli.

Plain and simple.

Do you believe that it was money Miss Turner

went to see him about?

It's possible.

I suppose if she was desperate for money and...

Hardcastle refused, perhaps she then went to call on her brother

and it went badly wrong?

Something still feels amiss here.

Well, let's see what comes back from Bristol.

As soon as Miss Turner arrives home,

the police will be waiting for her.

Right, I need to update the Super on the Haymarket robbery.

You're...you're having a meeting at...ten o'clock at night?

Yes, Eliza, this place never sleeps.

Go home. We'll pick this up in the morning, alright?

Where's the Inspector?

I have a message regarding Miss Turner.

Have they found her?

No, but the Bristol police spoke to her neighbor.

He said Miss Turner moved in when she married her husband

eighteen years previous.

Her husband passed earlier this year.

Oi, his lordship! I need you.

Charlie. I didn't know you were back.

Miss me, did you? Oh, I'm touched.

Now stop batting your eyelashes at Miss Scarlet

and get a move on!

You go.

I'll give it to Inspector Wellington.

Francesca Turner married a Peter Edmunds.

Edmunds...

Albert Edmunds.

- Excuse me. - Hmm?

Is a Mr. Edmunds here?

No love. I'm picking up him and his mother next.

Well, picking them up from where?

One moment, Miss Scarlet.

I cannot talk for long.

A carriage is on its way to take me to the railway station.

You and your son.

I know you are Albert Edmunds' mother, Miss Turner.

And I'm right in thinking that...

Mr. Hardcastle is his father.

That's why you went to him for money.

Yes.

Albert is my son.

From my marriage to Peter Edmunds, who is now deceased.

You were only married to him for eighteen years.

I checked the census. Albert is twenty-one.

I believe that you left London

because you became pregnant by a man

who both your father and brother despised.

That's why you were estranged, isn't it?

You were also in London the day of your brother's murder.

You went to Hardcastle to look for your son, didn't you?

But he turned you away.

So, then what?

You went to your brother to see if he knew where Albert was.

Is...

Is that what happened?

When I...when I saw my brother,

the resentment from the past, it gripped us both.

We ha...we had an argument.

I became angry and...

pushed him.

It was an accident.

The police are on their way.

I'll...I'll go to Scotland Yard with you to make a statement.

Oh, no, no, no. I, I, I want to go now.

Where is your son, Miss Turner?

Erm...he's left London.

I gave him the money from the sale of the business.

He's umm...he's heading to France...

to start a new life.

There's no sense in waiting. Le...let's go now.

Just one moment.

But, please! I...I just want to get this over with!

The bells were caused by the draught from the window.

It's nothing.

The window's not open, Miss Turner.

Will you please just take me to Scotland Yard

so this matter can be closed?

Your son isn't on his way to France, is he?

Where is he, Miss Turner?

I don't know what you're talking about.

This is ridiculous!

He is not here! Nor has he done anything wrong!

Run!

You're not going anywhere, son.

Albert, no! Please! No, please!

Get him in the wagon.

No, please! Please, let my boy go!

He didn't mean to do anything wrong!

It was an accident!

Come on...

Please!

Please...

Help me, mother!

I'd just turned twenty-one,

and my mother told me the truth,

that the man who died earlier this year wasn't my real father.

And I was relieved.

He was a horrible drunk.

Led her a miserable life.

Taking on a woman with an illegitimate child

made him think he could do whatever he liked

and she would just have to put up with it.

When he died, she went back to her maiden name.

That's how much she hated him.

So you came to London to find your real father?

We'd rowed about the fact she'd lied to me, and I left.

I traveled here and got a job as an apprentice at Hardcastle's.

A few months later I plucked up the courage

and told him who I was.

I just...wanted him to acknowledge he was my father.

I didn't want anything from him.

But he rejected you.

So, I went to see my uncle, and he turned me away too,

and I got so...angry.

The way they'd treated my mother all these years

and now me.

The fury just took me over and...

and I...I pushed him.

And he hit his head.

Your mother was in town that day too.

Oh, no, no. She had no part in this, I swear it.

She came looking for me.

Went to Hardcastle's and found out he'd sacked me.

She spent the next few days trying to find out

where I was staying, but... London is a big place.

When Mazelli got hold of me,

he told me he'd been to visit my mother at the hotel.

It...it was only then that I knew she was in town

and I went to find her.

I told her where I'd been...

and what I'd done.

I needed my mother.

I needed her help.

I was the only man in her life who ever loved her.

And now I've broken her heart too!

That poor woman has lost the only child she had.

She has no family now.

I know what that's like.

I'm your family, William.

Do I not annoy you like a younger sister?

Frequently.

Sorry to disturb, Skipper,

but I've got news on the Haymarket robbery.

My snitch from up north has just come through.

He's given up a possible location

where the gang are hiding.

Excellent, Charlie.

Alert the men to come to my office immediately

and let the Super know we'll carry out a raid first thing.

Yes, Skip.

I'll leave you to it.

Eliza, I was wondering...err...

Are you free to dine tomorrow evening?

But we've only just had our monthly dinner.

Well, I can overlook that if you can?

Tomorrow evening it is then.

It was nice doing business with you, Mr. Potts.

Well, Miss Scarlet, I would like to say it was...

it was a relief that the culprit was found.

And that Mr. Hardcastle and his moneylender

will also face some consequences.

So...so, yes, a satisfying conclusion all round.

It was, as you say, a- a- a- a- satisfying conclusion,

so I wonder if you have any comments

on my handling of the case, Mr. Potts?

Wha...?

You did a very, umm...

capable job, Miss Scarlet.

Thank you.

I'm just happy to be able to demonstrate my professionalism.

Hmm.

So, if in the future

Miss Scarlet did feel the need to call on you

for some kind of dispensation, for example...

access to the mortuary,

perhaps you will find that she's only

the very best of intentions

and poses no threat to your protocol, Barnabus.

Oh...

Ah, perhaps we may agree that from...

now on you are able to enter the mortuary.

But under police supervision, of course.

Well, I must be getting to work.

Oh, and I won't be home for dinner, Ivy.

I will be dining with Inspector Wellington this evening.

What?

Nothing.

I just thought you had your monthly dinner quite recently.

Still keeping count, I see.

Mr. Potts.

Miss Scarlet.

Thank you, my dear.

Where've you been?

And where's the backup?

I've got bad news, Sir.

The Super diverted the uniforms to Hatton Garden.

Some diamond heist gone wrong. Three dead, apparently.

- Well? - I've been round the back.

From what I can see,

they're on the move. Gathering their things.

This might be the last chance we get

to nab these scum, Skipper.

But there's too many exits for us to cover, Sir.

We need more men.

We're going in.

Charlie, you go round the back.

- You, go with him. - Yes, Sir.

You take the side entrance to the left.

Fitzroy, you're with me. We'll go through the front.

Remember lads, we have the advantage of surprise,

so let's show them who they're dealing with.

Alright?

Yes, Sir. Sir.

Let's go.

- Come on, lads. -Alright.

Come on, boys.

Police! Put down your weapons!

I said put them down, now!

Detective Fitzroy?

Miss Scarlet...

Eliza...

What is it? What's happened?

It's Inspector Wellington.

What about him?

He's been shot.

They're performing surgery, but...they're not optimistic.

They cannot say for certain if he will survive.