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What reason would you want to be
such a thing?

The cut across the throat
takes a left to right formation.

Inspector, this is most
irregular; in all my years

I have never allowed
a lady into this room!

I decided to take on more staff.

A debt collector.

Mr. Moses, isn't it?

It's just Moses.

paying street boys for tip-offs
of crime scenes.

You might find your focus
sharper, your workload lighter,

if you tone down your drinking,
gambling, and womanizing.

Forgive me...
lost track of time.

Ugh...

I have been working a,
a most complex investigation.

Investigating how much whiskey
you can drink in one night?

Do you speak like this to all
your clients?

Only the ones
who are two hours late.

Yes, hm.

I have not
yet been to bed and, uh,

my mind is not as it should be.

I have been discourteous
and I apologize.

You are forgiven.

Now, what is
this urgent business

you wish to discuss with me?

Scotland Yard wishes
to engage your services

in an official capacity,
fully paid,

beginning this very day.

Mm!

I hoped it would be that.

The patronage of Scotland Yard

will be good
for business indeed.

Thank you, William.

Well, I believe you're the best
man for the job.

I imagine that you have heard
that joke before.

No, no... not at all.

There are various
political groups in London

who seek to seek
to cause disruption

and civil disobedience.

I wish you to
infiltrate one such group

and report back to me
on their activities.

Mmm... they're, uh...

what was the name...

There is a, um...

I had, uh...

Yes... here we are.

What, what crime
have they committed?

There's talk that they are
becoming increasingly radical.

But no actual crime?

Eliza, being hired by
Scotland Yard

is a chance for you to cement
your reputation.

Do not pass this up.

Have I missed something?

Hm?

Your wedding.

Oh, no it's, um...

it's, uh,
for a case I'm working.

It's a false identity.

My name is Mrs. Alice Morgan
from Richmond.

My husband is a solicitor.

We have no children as yet,
but, uh, two spaniels.

Or perhaps they
should be Pekinese?

What does this say?

It says women should have the
same rights as men

and be allowed to vote.

Have we not got enough
to worry about?

I'm happy to let
the men deal with it.

Ivy, without the vote
we have no voice in parliament.

No say in the laws of the land.

Society is unbalanced
enough as it is.

For example,
if you were born a boy,

your parents may have taught you
to read.

But if you support them,
why are you spying on them?

Well, in truth,
I'm conflicted.

I believe
in their struggle.

Also in the rule of law.

I'm consoling myself
that if they commit no crime

then Scotland Yard will have
no cause for action.

the police never
lock up anyone who's innocent.

And I don't like cauliflower.

And you'll eat what
I cook for you, young lady.

Come in, we do not bite.

Oh, my apologies.

It's my first time,
I'm a little nervous.

Flora Mountford.

I am treasurer
of the committee.

Alice Morgan...
Uh, Mrs.

My husband's a solicitor
from Edinburgh.

We've been married
for three years.

We have no children
but two Yorkshire terriers.

Hm.

Ladies,

your attention please--
thank you.

Would you please give

a warm welcome to our chairwoman
Margaret Fairfax.

Sisters...

we are the
privileged few,

who can take time
in our day

to attend meetings
such as this.

But most women do not have
that luxury.

Overworked,

underpaid,

and forced to endure factory
conditions

that would make the hardest
among us weep.

For years, groups such as this
have lobbied

and petitioned the men in power,

and what has changed?

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

And our meager number

within this hall is further
proof of that.

The time for talk
is over.

The time for action is now.

On Friday an act comes
before Parliament

concerning the property rights
of married women.

I do not know
what they will decide.

But we cannot sit idly by

and let a room full of men
discuss our future.

We must go to the doors of
parliament.

We must confront them

and make our voices heard.

There are three carriages
blocking the road.

I need them moved.

Constable, we are in a lane with
barely any traffic.

I fail to see the problem.

I won't ask you again, madam.

Please move them.

No.

Have you northing better to do
with your time, Constable?

Like arresting criminals,
for instance?

One more word of insolence

and I will have no choice

but to take you down
to the station.

Aren't you...

Uh, PC Honeychurch, isn't it?

You kindly returned my lost dog
a few weeks ago.

Mrs. Morgan.

Might we speak outside?

Um...

I'm a private detective working
for Inspector Wellington.

You're a
private detective?

Yes.

You?

Yes.

You're a
private detective?!

Is this going to take
much longer,

because I have
work to do.

Oh, what work
is that exactly?

Inspector Wellington has put me
on an undercover case.

We've met before.

In his office,
you clearly recognize me.

I thought you were
one of Duke's tarts.

I beg your pardon?

Look, I don't know
what you're playing at

but I'm going back inside.

You're interfering
with a police operation.

Mm...
course I am.

Excuse me...

Touching an officer of the law
is an offense.

Mind you, I'm sure you've
touched a few in your time.

Come along.

Unbelievable.

Before you start yelling
and thumping the desk,

will you at least
listen to what I have to say?

No.

Well, I'm going to say it
anyway.

That constable of yours was
vulgar and disrespectful.

I asked you to go to a meeting
and tell me what was said.

Which I did.

I did not ask you to assault an
officer of the law

and get yourself arrested again!

You need to reprimand
PC Honeychurch.

So you wish me to be
chivalrous when it suits

but treat you as an equal
when it does not?

Are you a woman or a detective?

Why should there be a
distinction?

I would not ask you if you were
a man or an inspector.

Enlighten me as to why?

Well, there is a level
of self-control

that is vital
when doing this job.

Self-control?

You have rouge on your collar
and you reek of whiskey.

You would do well to remember
who you're talking to.

How can I forget, William?

You remind me so often.

I've seen that look
many times before.

As the look of having battled
with a man or a spoilt child.

Are they not
one and the same?

I presume they
are charging you.

When is your case
to be heard?

I was only
given a caution.

No charges
will be brought.

That is surprising,

but most impressive.

What on earth
did you say to them?

I really must be going,
excuse me.

We have a committee meeting
on Tuesday.

You must come along.

That's very kind of you,

but I cannot
return to your group.

You saw the other members.

Middle aged,
set in their ways.

The movement
needs fresh blood.

A new generation.

There are certain aspects
of my life that are...

complicated.

Is it your husband?

You're worried
what he will say?

It's not that.

Well, there is always
a man somewhere

telling us what we can
and cannot do.

I'm right about that,
am I not?

A few years ago I wanted
to go to university,

but my father forbade it.

So I begged, borrowed,
stole the fees and went anyway.

I achieved a first class
degree in chemistry.

Though of course with no
official qualifications,

since women are not allowed
to graduate.

Things can change, Alice.

But only if we make them.

I'm not who you think I am.

No one is.

All that matters is that
we are on the same side.

Tuesday evening.

You'll be most welcome.

Good evening.

Mrs. Morgan,

I was unaware
you were invited.

Uh, Margaret asked me to attend.

Another thing she
omitted to tell us.

Along with where
she actually is.

You don't know,
I take it?

No, no, I don't.

Not again!

Margaret Fairfax...

Is she here?

No, she is not.

May I know who's asking?

My name is Detective Inspector
Wellington and...

For God's sake Eliza,
what are you doing?

Eliza?

He was found
on her doorstep.

There were witnesses that saw
her shoot him and then run off.

Who is he?

All I have at this point
is one fact.

Margaret Fairfax
is wanted for murder.

The question is,

where the hell is she?

He has no
identification at all?

No, no jewelry,
nothing in his pockets?

Please do not ignore me,
William.

You know how I hate it.

You were the last person to see
Margaret,

so what I'll need from you--

all I need from you--

is a detailed
witness statement.

A statement that you assured me
you would sit quietly and write.

From his clothes
and general appearance,

I would say he's
a professional man.

His hands are certainly
not those of a laborer.

You assured me
you would sit in silence

and write your statement.

There are stains on the cuffs
of his shirt, some...

Some form of chemical, I think.

Perhaps he was a pharmacist?

I should never
have brought you here.

I was shaken and upset
by this violent crime.

I feel safer in your presence.

You were trying
to shoehorn yourself

into my investigation
and it won't work.

Inspector...

I thought I made it clear that
it was inappropriate for ladies,

even those who purport to be
private detectives,

to be on these premises.

Oh, for goodness sake,

I have been here before and
lived to tell the tale.

This is no place for a lady.

Both of you, quiet,
I'm trying to concentrate.

If she's to stay then you'll
need to sign a consent form.

Get out!

This is not fitting.
Not fitting at all.

I meant you, too.

William, I have met Margaret
Fairfax, you have not.

I know I can be of some help
in this investigation.

Eliza...

You hired me
in an official capacity.

You must believe in my skills.
Why not put them to use?

I hired you
because you're a woman

and I could not go to that
group myself.

And to be frank there was
nothing official about it.

I assumed you needed the work.

What?

It was the act of a friend.
I was trying to help.

Oh well, in that case,
you can forget about

any help from me in the future.

Thank the Lord!

But you don't have the faintest
idea who this man is

or why he is dead, and yet you
cast aside my help so easily.

There's no doubt in my mind

that this was Margaret Fairfax's
lover.

It was
a crime of passion.

Course you would think that,
that's the easiest option.

Meaning what, exactly?

Tat you were happy to take
the path of least resistance.

That you increasingly
rest on your laurels.

That is why
you resent my opinions,

because they stir you from
a self-imposed slumber.

Mr. Potts!

Yes?

Good day, Fraulein Scarlet!

Herr Hildegard.

Do you have a few moments?

When you say a few...

I've just read this week's
Illustrated Police News.

There is one particular case
that has perplexed me so.

Forgive me, I'm rather busy at
the moment.

But, uh, perhaps another time.

A parrot was found
poisoned at a murder scene.

Why would that be?

I have not read
the latest edition,

but when I do we shall most
definitely discuss it.

I do have one theory...

As I said, Herr Hildegard,
I'm rather busy,

but, uh, how about we talk again
on Wednesday?

It is Wednesday, Miss Scarlet.

Marvelous, see you then!

Save your breath...
I know what you're going to say.

HENRY:
What is that, exactly?

That I was rude
to Herr Hildegard.

I'll apologize,
he'll understand.

Yes, he will.

But William, on the other hand,
may not.

You need him as an ally, Lizzy.

Why must I continually
have to prove myself to him?

Oh, why must you,
a female detective,

have to prove yourself--
that is your question?

It's not fair!

Spoken like a woman.

Do not be cross, it is you
putting these words in my mouth.

When a man
loses his temper

he is seen as
strong and forthright.

But a woman, no...
she is seen as emotional.

Hysterical.

Incapable
of rational thought.

Now give men reason,
give them logic.

Give them cold, hard facts.

That will truly confuse them.

Off you go now, sir.

And watch your wallet
on your way home.

These streets are
full of thieves.

I believe the phrase is
daylight robbery.

You going to report me?

If you don't help me.

That's blackmail.

That's business.

What you want?

I'm working a murder case for
Scotland Yard

and I need your help.

If you're working
for Scotland Yard,

why you don't ask them
to help you?

Let's just say it's not
that straightforward.

Never is with you, lady.

Jesus!

I do not come to anger you,
William.

Merely to show you something.

For the past two years,

Margaret has been pawning her
possessions to make ends meet.

I spent the night
searching her house,

which was sparse,
to say the least.

As did I.

So, um...

so I, I tracked down the
local pawn brokers.

In the middle
of the night?

Well, with the help of an
associate of mine,

he knows where they drink.Hmm...

I've been able to piece together
a picture of her life

from the possessions they bought
from her.

Fairfax is not her real name.

She was born
Margaret Davidson-Merritt.

Her parents are dead,
but she has a brother.

Seems they had some sort of
falling out.

I have his name, address,

and the gentleman's club
he belongs to, Brownlee.

He takes lunch there most days.

I know you would have got this
information yourself.

Yes, I would.

Perhaps even today.

Almost certainly.

But... I have it now.

And trust me when I say this is
not some kind of one-upmanship.

I did this to show you how much
I want your respect.

Frank!

Yes, chief?

Get a message
to the Brownlee Club.

See if a...

Terence Davidson-Merritt
is there.

Terence Davidson-Merritt's
a criminal barrister.

We'll have to have our wits
about us when we speak to him.

Eliza, I don't want
to go over old ground,

but he's at a gentleman's club,
you won't be allowed in.

Surely there are no doors closed
when one's accompanied

by the finest inspector
at Scotland Yard?

What if I do as you say

and force them to let you in?

There'll be so much
commotion and objection

that the place
will fall into chaos.

The first rule of questioning
is to maintain calm.

Now, I need
Davidson-Merritt compliant

and I cannot do that if there's
a circus about the place.

You're right.

Can I have that in writing?

I'll call on you later
to update you on my progress.

Oh and, uh...

well done.

Mr. Davidson-Merritt.

Detective Inspector Wellington.

May I have a moment of your
time, sir?

Well, that depends
on the reason.

I wish to discuss your sister,
Margaret.

Then the answer is no,
good day.

It is, I'm afraid,
most urgent.

I have not seen
Margaret for years.

I know nothing of her
whereabouts

and I've no inclination
to discuss anything

remotely concerned
with her... good day.

I told you...

I know what
you told me, sir.

Now, let me
tell you something.

We can either do this here,
or if you would prefer

I can call in the
two uniformed police officers

that I have asked
to wait outside.

They will take you
from this place,

kicking and screaming
if necessary,

down to Scotland Yard, where we
can discuss the matter there.

Brandy?

That would be most welcome.

Margaret brought shame
on our family for years.

She gave too much time

and too much money,
our money,

to that damn group.

The Suffrage Society?

It's not just suffrage
she campaigned for.

She funded legal actions
against this club.

Trying to get women to join.

Hundreds, if not thousands,
of pounds wasted.

Drove my father into
an early grave, I am sure.

That is when
I cut off her allowance.

You know anything of her
personal life?

Did she have a lover?

Huh, God knows.

Well, it is possible,
I suppose,

though she spent most
of the time campaigning.

My sister
was a fanatic.

When she was 17,

she told my father
she was on her way here,

to the club.

She declared she would
force her way in

and make her fury known about
the exclusion of women.

My father forbade it
but she was utterly determined.

When he tried to stop her,
she went for him.

Kicking, biting,
scratching.

Took three of us
to subdue her.

The woman is

unhinged,
capable of anything.

Even murder?

Good afternoon,
Mrs. Morgan.

A spy working for Scotland Yard.

I'm reluctantly impressed.

Inspector Wellington is on his
way here right now.

No, he's not.

He's drinking brandy
with my brother.

Then coming here straight after,

we're working this case
together.

Really?

That's why he sent you off like
a good little girl?

Women are not allowed
in the Brownlee Club.

You honestly believe
a detective inspector

couldn't gain you access
if he wished?

That dead man
outside your house...

who was he?

Just another
in a long line of men

who've tried to beat me
into submission.

Well, you cannot run forever.

You must give yourself up.

I intend to.

But not yet.

That is why I've come to you.

I truly commend
what you have achieved.

You must know
you can only get so far.

You'll never get
the respect you deserve

until all women
have a voice.

I will hang
for killing that bully.

I accept that.

But let my arrest
further the cause.

Let its news infiltrate
every gentlemen's club

where they sup their brandy
and plan their laws

to keep us in bondage.

The newspaper
will lap up my story

and no man in this country will
have any choice

but to read the words
that I will cry out

from Parliament Square.

You, you still mean to attend
the protest?

Margaret, none of your group
will go, not now.

But I will.

When the men

of Westminster Palace
vote the act down,

I will be there.

And as they file out,
heading to their clubs,

brothels, and gambling dens,

they will hear
our rallying cry.

"Votes for women."

Come with me, Eliza.

Be part of history.

I cannot.

I'm sorry.

Then give me one last chance

to make a difference
before I am arrested.

Tell no one of my plan.

between Davidson-Merritt
and Margaret,

and the feeling is
entirely mutual.

That's why she changed
her name to Fairfax.

Eliza, am I boring you?

Sorry, what?

I'm only here because
Davidson-Merritt was your lead.

I thought
you'd be more grateful.

Grateful?

What's the matter with you
this morning?

Nothing.

Which in your case
always means something.

Just... go on.

What else did you find out?

That Margaret's aggression was
evident from an early age.

Generations of men in her family
belonged to the Brownlee Club

and she railed against the fact
that women weren't allowed in.

Her brother seems to think that
she's unhinged.

Being a passionate advocate
for women's rights

does not make one unhinged.

We still have no identification
on our dead man,

but all the signs say
it was a crime of passion.

I am certain
that he was her lover.

Any clues as to whether the man
was aggressive in nature?

What clues would we have?

We know nothing of him.

Eliza, is there something that
you're not telling me?

No, of course not.

Good.
Then I need your help

interviewing the ladies
of the committee.

They'll be more open
to a woman.

Uh, William,
I'm not sure I wish

to continue
working on this case.

There are,
there are complications.

Well, I cannot force you
to continue.

Thank you.

But you will not get your fee.

What?

I hired you to do a job
and you have not completed it.

I went to the meeting as
requested.

Inspector Wellington,

there's a messenger
here for you.

Do your job, Eliza;
question those women,

and you'll get your fee.

There is a man at the kitchen
door, but he's not a messenger.

Then why say he was?
Who is it?

IVY:
He wishes to see
Miss Scarlet.

He's the kind of man
this house

has never seen
the likes of before.

But I thought it better
if he saw you instead.

I need to see Miss Scarlet.

What for?

She owe me money.

What for?

Some services I did for her.

Those being?

I'd like to speak to her
directly.

She's busy.

Then I will come back
when she is less busy.

No, you will not.

You are the inspector.

She has mentioned you.

Really?

Well, she's never mentioned you.

How much does
she owe you?

This is what she owes you.

And this is to never
contact her again.

I don't think
she would like you

deciding who she sees
and who she does not.

I do not care what you think.

Being a female detective
is struggle enough

without someone like you

ruining her reputation
completely.

Someone like me?

Theft, extortion, fraud.

Your criminal record
is impressively varied.

Well...
I am flattered

that you have taken
such an interest in me.

I would recommend
that you leave, now.

And do not come back.

that myself and my ladies resent

being pulled into
this ghastly situation.

I understand,
but if we could just

get back to the question
of Margaret's whereabouts.

I have not seen nor heard
from Margaret.

But her behavior
is quite unacceptable.

We believe in change
through rule of law,

not through
anarchy or violence.

Of course.Of course?

So you are in agreement?

Yet your conduct appears
to the contrary, Mrs. Morgan.

Or is that Miss Scarlet?

It's all very confusing,
and underhand.

Did Margaret, uh,
ever mention

any other property
she might own?

No, she did not.

And did she ever mention...And even if she had,

I would only inform
a police officer.

A real police officer.

Do you know of any romantic
relationship

that Margaret might
have been engaged in?

I refer you to
my previous statement.

Flora...

Mrs. Mountford to you.

Do you have a problem with your
sinuses, PC Honeychurch?

If so, I could ask
Inspector Wellington

to investigate an alternative
situation for you.

I hear the air in Cornwall

is a great deal cleaner
than this great city of ours.

And if I feel your responses are
hindering this investigation,

I will have no hesitation
but to request

your detainment overnight
in one of the cells.

You wish to dragoon me?

If I knew what that meant
I might be able to answer.

I assume it's an old-fashioned
term used for intimidate.

No one knew where she might be.

But there was a disagreement
between Margaret

and Flora Mountford.

They clashed over which charity

should benefit from the groups
donations.

I've been making enquiries
into missing persons,

but as yet we still
have nothing on our victim.

William, I've fulfilled my side
of the bargain.

I'd like to be paid
and taken off this case now.

Intelligent militants,
dangerous combination indeed.

A militant?

I would argue pragmatist,
15 years those women

have petitioned parliament
and with no effect.

Eliza, do not be duped
into thinking

that this woman has anything but
her own interests at heart.

She comes from
a wealthy family.

That tells me that they didn't
give her either enough attention

or enough discipline.

How do you know
that she was not at the mercy

of constant discipline
from the men in her life?

Because I've seen spoilt wealthy
women a great deal in my job.

All of whom
would have benefitted

from a firmer hand
from their father.

My father never
raised his hand to me.

Hm, point proved I think.

Anyway, back to Margaret.

According to her brother,
she was always somewhat erratic.

Apparently she was expelled
from Chancery College.

The charities I mentioned that
she and Flora clashed over.

One of them was the women's
faculty of that same university.

Margaret insisted
they give them money.

Why give money to a place that
expelled you?

Yes, I remember Margaret.

More of a cautionary tale
than a student.

How so?

Well, not wishing to offend
present company,

she proved a point that some of
us believe about the fairer sex.

That their presence in an
institution such as ours

brings more trouble

than it is worth.

What happened?

She was asked to leave midway
through her first year.

"Immoral conduct"
I believe we called it.

Might you be more specific, sir?

With her professor.

I'm sure you can
fill in the gaps.

I see.

And who was this professor?

Dr. Gill, he's the head of our
chemistry faculty.

So Margaret was dismissed

but the tutor involved carried
on his employment?

Do you have any other questions?

Yes, can we see Dr. Gill?

Top row, far right.

No, I mean speak with him.

He has not been in attendance
for a few days.

William...

It's him.

It's our dead man.

This way.Thank you.

What exactly are we looking for?

We'll know it
when we see it.

This is going to take some time!

You may need to bring some of
your men...

What on earth?

Is that cement?

It's kieselguhr.

It's used
for chemical filtration.

Why all this in here?

Why not at one of the
laboratories at the college?

Angina tablets?

There must be...

30 bottles.

Look at the main ingredient.

Nitro-glycerine.

You don't think he was...

Making a bomb.

Where the hell is it?

I know exactly where it is.

I want every available officer
to Parliament Square.

Every inch needs
to be searched.

Before you begin
an angry tirade...

please let me
explain myself.

You have let me down,
Eliza.

Is that all
you're going to say?

You're not going
to yell at me?

I'd prefer that.

Let go of my arm.

You're making me nervous,
William, you're not yourself.

There's nothing
left to say.

Well... I had to follow
my conscience.

I was wrong...

I preferred it
when you were calm.

Do you not think that I face
moral dilemma in my position?

You have the gall
to call me lazy

and yet you know nothing
of the grizzly scenes

that I face day after day.

Yes, yes, they
grind you down.

But by God,
I know the difference

between what is right
and what is wrong.

You have been in this business
for five minutes

and yet can you
say the same?

I know, I know this is no
defense, but...

the things that Margaret said,
it was like...

she could see into my heart.

And because of that
I trusted her.

And what about me?

Have I not shown myself worthy
of your trust?

Do I mean nothing to you?

Of course you do, you know
you mean a great deal.

Yet, you trusted a liar
over me.

You are many things, Eliza,

but I did not think you
gullible of such manipulation.

You're right, William.

I am gullible.

When I return,
I do not want you here.

In fact, I never want
to see you again!

She knew I'd tell you, William.

She knew.

Clean the hearths, build the
fires, polish the brass.

Then report to the kitchen
where you will work

for the remainder of your day.

You are forbidden
in the members area.

When the gentlemen
begin to arrive,

anything that needs addressing
in these areas,

a male staff member
will attend to it.

Yes, Mr. Bartlet.

And do not fraternize
with my male staff.

They have much work to do
and do not need distracting.

Of course,
Mr. Bartlet.

Start in there.

Yes, sir.

I knew you would have to tell
him of my plan,

since you seek
his approval so.

I seek no one's approval,
myself and Inspector Wellington

are equals in this.Equals?

Yet, you were not allowed
to be present at my arrest

since it was in
a gentlemen's club.

You wanted parliament
shut down so that all the MPs

called to London for the vote

would take refuge
in their clubs.

Then when your
explosive went off,

the Brownlee would be
full of the men

that you despise
more than anyone.

Dr. Gill was
an exceptional scientist.

It's a shame the fruits
of his labor were not seen.

He never hurt you, did he?

I believe you gave yourself
those bruises to fool me.

No, he was the kindest,
sweetest man.

Extremely useful, too.

But even though
I paid him very well,

it all became
too real for him.

He got cold feet.

Threatened to inform
the police.

He was no longer
of any use to me.

Margaret, you have sunk
low indeed

if you judge a life by how
useful they are to you.

Says the woman who betrayed
the only cause that matters.

I have betrayed no one.

I have stayed true
to my conscience.

Oh, you keep telling
yourself that.

And that your little
detective business

is blazing a trail
for other women to follow.

Yet you work for men.

You do whatever they ask

and you take their money in the
hope that they use you again.

You may as well
be working in a brothel.

Right, that's enough.

Is that really necessary?

I do not need pity
from a woman like you!

At least I have tried
to make a difference.

But you...

everything you are, everything
you do is for yourself.

No one else.

She knows nothing of you.

Besides, her view of the world
is not connected with reality.

You cannot make people agree
with you by killing them.

I mean,
we're not the French.

Good.

Excellent.

It's bad enough with the Irish
and the socialists.

The last thing we need is women
getting ideas in their heads.

Hmm.

Your report shows real
initiative, Wellington.

I must say
I'm pleasantly surprised.

Recently,
I felt you

unwilling to put the shoulder
to the wheel, as it were.

With respect sir,
I am dealing with a great number

of cases on a daily basis...

You think I'm wrong in my
assessment of you?

No, sir.

Good. Because there are
several new posts opening up

in the next month or so.

The new Irish Division is
looking for a chief inspector.

Keep up the good work

and perhaps we shall
talk again.

Thank you, sir.

Oh, and do thank the rest

of your department
for their work on this.

Was there anyone in particular

you wish to commend
for their efforts?

Oh!

You made me jump![chuckling]: Sorry.

What on earth are you doing down here?

Dry your hands and come upstairs.

Whatever for?

There's something I want to show you.

These letters are called vowels.

A, E, I, O, U.

Write them out.

Lizzy...Come on. You can do it.

I won't remember.

Course you will.

You remember far better than I,

even things from my own childhood.

Well, that's because
you were so naughty.

Come on.

That's it.

A, E, I, O, U.