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It's Miss Scarlet. She's disappeared.

I'm sorry to say he's passed.

I've seen him before.

These are as perfect forgeries as I've ever seen.

Nathaniel!

It's very likely that these men

were responsible for your father's murder.

He kept saying,

"He's coming for me, he's coming for me."

It's some Jamaican,

goes by the name of Moses.

I will not drink this.

Do not harm her, I beg you.

You will go to hell for this.

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*MISS SCARLET AND THE DUKE* Season 01 Episode 06

Episode Title: "The Case of Henry Scarlet" Aired on: Feb 21, 2022.

Explain yourself, man.

I don't know what happened, sir.

I'm sorry.

You're sorry that our chief witness is dead

or you're sorry that it's your fault?

One minute I was guarding his hospital room,

having a cuppa, and...

You had a cup of tea while you were on duty?

The next I woke up on the floor,

a broken cup and saucer beside me.

And a scalded leg.

I don't give a damn about your leg!

Nathaniel Caine is dead.

Yes, sir.

Who gave you this...

cuppa?

Uh, a nurse. Mary.

She was the one who bathed my leg.

If you mention your leg one more time,

I'll knock your bloody block off.

Go on.

I think he's telling the truth, Duke.

There were traces of laudanum in the tea.

Find this Mary and question her.

We already have.

She's just some nurse with a ripe arse.

She made Honey church the tea and left it on the side.

Anyone passing could've spiked it.

It's a busy ward.

We have one lead to go on.

The Jamaican.

Find him.

You're not to let anyone in or out,

and on no account are you to eat or drink anything.

Anything at all. Do you understand?

And do not let Miss Scarlet distract you.

She may seem like a helpless woman, but mark my words,

she will run rings around you.

Yes, sir.

Nathaniel Caine was found murdered this morning.

Someone got to him at the hospital.

But, of course, you already know this.

I, uh...

might have overheard the guards talking outside.

Overheard from inside here?

From when I took them out some tea.

You went outside and took them tea?

And... cake.

I specifically said that you were not to leave the house.

Don't you understand the danger that you're in?

And you're right, William, you're right. I'm sorry.

Now come and sit down.

You must be exhausted.

Do not pretend that you care.

I'm still angry with you.

I know you are, but come and sit down anyway.

How's your hand?

Painful.

Now tell me more about the case.

Well, this... this is the largest forgery operation

that Scotland Yard has ever seen.

We think the bills of exchange found in that cell

were somewhere in the region of £70,000.

We've put warnings out to every major bank in London,

but the forgers were one step ahead.

They'd already cashed in the remaining bills of exchange

and escaped with a great deal of gold.

But the sheer size of their withdrawals

means that we were able to identify

which banks they had accounts in.

The bank managers can give descriptions of the men.

That's something. And the fact that gold is heavy,

especially in such an amount,

you can't easily transport it in a simple suitcase.

So they will hide it somewhere and wait to make their escape.

And there's still no information as to who this gang are.

No name has come up?

Not as yet.

No.

Look, I must get back.

But before I leave, I need you swear that you'll stay inside.

These are dangerous men, Eliza.

I swear it.

This, um, this Moses character.

Have you seen him recently?

Not for some time. What of him?

There's a gentleman

to see Miss Scarlet, but the officers

won't let him in.

This I... this is most inconvenient.

I-I'm in urgent need to see Miss Scarlet.

Mr. Parker.Ah.

How-how nice to see you, Inspector Wellington. Uh...

Yes, quite.

Now, if you're here to see Miss Scarlet, then I'm afraid

- that she's... - Uh, Mr. Parker!

I'm so sorry, but you cannot come in.

Inspector Wellington's orders, I'm afraid.

But that is most vexing indeed, Miss Scarlet,

since I must speak to you on a rather urgent personal matter.

Although, of course, uh, I will respect

the orders of such

a high-ranking police officer.

And respect him we must.

We both know this is nothing more than a,

than a harmless social call, but we must defer

to Inspector Wellington's diligence in such matters.

Let Mr. Parker through, but no one else, understand?

Thank you.

Have a lovely day, Inspector Wellington.

- Scotland Yard, Arthur. - Yes, sir.

An urgent personal matter?

That was an inspired

cover story, Rupert.

That was no cover story.

I am in a terrible, terrible funk

and Herr Hildegard's niece is the cause of it.

Oh.

And I'm sorry to hear that.

Now, you have the message.

I have known...

I have known Fr äulein Hildegard

for no more than three days,

and yet she has already proposed to me.

As bold as brass.

Apparently, apparently,

the girl is already in love with me... how can that be?

- Rupert, the message? - No, I...

I planned to court

the young fr äulein for the remainder of her stay

and-and then when she returned home

to her little German village,

I intended to propose a long-distance engagement

for one, maybe two years.

And now my plan's scuppered.

Mm... scuppered.

Scuppered.

Well, um... perhaps she does not want to return

to... village life in Germany.

- Yes, of course. - Perhaps she desires

a life of financial security in London.

This could be a marriage of convenience for her, too.

A marriage of convenience for both of us?

Yes.

Now, do you, um, do you have my reply from Moses?

It's just when... when I first met Fr äuline Hildegard, there...

there was barely a peep from her, and this morning,

her-her English seemed a great deal better

than she'd first let on, and-and when I told her I needed

to think of her proposal, she stamps her foot.

Do I really want a wife of that much will and determination?

Uh, then tell her no.

No?

Yes, no. And firmly.

Yes, you're right.

A firm no.

"No." That-that is the safest course of action.

Good. Now to my matter.

I need your help, Rupert.

Indeed.

So, you will distract the guards

with some sort of fainting fit, and while they are focused

on helping you, I will exit by the back door

and sneak around the side.

Mm-hmm.

What?

It's the fainting fit, it...

Apart from the fact I'm a man...

Men faint, too.

But does it not appear a little dramatic?

Well, what do you suggest?

What-what if I were to pretend to choke?

Excellent.

So, just hold their attention for long enough...

Two minutes should do it.

Now we must hurry.

I want to head out by the kitchen

while Ivy's upstairs.

Uh, Eliza? Good luck.

How strange.

What is it?

The policemen.

They've already gone.

You must leave at once.

It's not safe here.

Our Jamaican friend's well-prepared.

- Duke. - Yeah?

Moses late, is he?

Found your note in his room.

What were you doing in his room?

I told you to stay home where it's safe. Yes,

and then you dismissed the guards, what sense is that?

- I dismissed no guards. - Well, they were not there

when I walked freely out of my house.

Heads will roll for this.

And you saw no one instruct them?

No. And why the interest in Moses?

It would appear that Moses is part

of the criminal gang that killed your father.

We found these forged bills of exchange in his room.

Why were the officers dismissed, sir?

Guarding Miss Scarlet's house is simply excessive.

This criminal gang, whoever they are,

will be hell bent on fleeing London.

You said yourself the Jamaican has gone underground.

The notion that they would waste time

trying to assassinate the daughter

of some drunk detective...

well, quite frankly, it's ludicrous.

I do not want to take that risk, sir.

You've taken a shine to this woman, have you not?

My concern is purely professional, sir.

Well, I'm inclined to disagree.

I think your judgment has been clouded.

Well, with all due respect,

I think it is your judgment that's in question here.

I beg your pardon?

You do not like me... That is clear...

But do not make Miss Scarlet's safety

a casualty of that dislike.

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

Now get out there, and do your job!

Or I'll get someone to do it for you.

You understand? Wellington?

Yes, sir.

Is this really necessary?

Not if I could trust you to stay in my office.

Then I promise to remain in there.

Eliza, there is a criminal gang on the loose

who would like you dead.

So until I get the lay of the land,

then this is the safest place for you.

We need to discuss Moses.

I don't believe that he's a part of this, William.

How can he be?

How can a well-seasoned criminal be involved

in a forgery gang? You don't know him like I do.

- Oh, so you know him well? - Yes.

Good. Then what do you know of his associates? Hmm?

Did he speak of anyone in particular?

No. No one. And I would put my life upon it that he's not

- a part of this. - Well, I have evidence to the contrary.

Eat something.

At least let me help you with the investigation.

William!

Somewhere in this little lot is an answer

to who this gang are.

So far, all we have is this Moses character,

but as yet no other links.

Frank, go through the telegrams from the regional forces.

Cross reference their lists

of every high level forger with this.

These are the descriptions given by the bank managers

of the men who cleared out their accounts this morning.

Bloody hell, is this it?

Smartly dressed, expensive cologne,

average height.Yeah. So far, that's all we've got to go on.

You two, Caine had a spell in New gate,

April 1877

to May 1880; Go through all the prison records

of inmates during that time,

see if any of them were high-level forgers.

Could be he was recruited

by the gang while they were doing time together.

What?

We're gonna need more men.

Any file that does not have further interest

goes on this pile, Detective Jenkins.

Any file that does have further interest

goes on this pile,

and any file that is a question mark

you give to Inspector Wellington.

You can make a judgment.

Follow the system, lads.

It's like having my bloody missus here.

Frank... get back to work.

You too, Miss Scarlet.

The short list of seven criminal gangs is short indeed,

and their links to Caine are tenuous, to say the least.

But they are still links.

And none leading back to Moses.

First thing, we will question the bank managers

and show them the mug shots of our seven.

You need to rest.

No more than you.

Why must everything lead to combat with you?

You have that effect on me.

Well, I hope you will not fight me on this.

I wish you to the stay at my house.

I beg your pardon.

For reasons of security.

I will take the armchair; You can take my room.

I'm not staying the night at your house,

think of my reputation.

Since when did you care about your reputation?

You will stay at mine.

I will not budge on this, William.

Very well.

I'll let the desk sergeant know where your address is,

in case I'm needed.

And the word of the Lord said to Jonah,

"Go to Nineveh, the great city, and cry against her,

for their wickedness has come up upon..."

Come on, keep it moving.

Beg your pardon, ma'am. May God be with you.

Get a move on, come on.

And the word of the Lord is thy kingdom...

Come along.

Everything is back in order.

Would your men like refreshments?

No. And this time you're not to go out there

and disturb them.

I'm impressed you persuaded Stirling

to put the guards back. Well, I can be very persuasive.

You paid for those guards out of your own pocket.

And do not deny it, William.

I don't know what you're talking about, but I do know

that I am hungry.

Good. Because dinner is served.

Excellent.

Is it that we dine in the kitchen?

I'm sorry, I... I should've thought.

I rarely eat in the dining room.

I tend to join Ivy downstairs these days.

No, it's... it's not that.

But, um...

might taste better than it looks?

I'm an eternal optimist, Eliza,

but we have to be realistic.

It's not my fault.

You were the one who insisted Ivy stay at Rupert's.

How selfish of me to think of Ivy's safety.

I didn't mean it like that, I'm merely frustrated.

I, I keep meaning to learn how to cook,

but there's always something

infinitely more interesting to do.

Clearly.

Look, do you have any eggs?

Yes.Good.

Boiled will do nicely.

Y-You don't know how to boil an egg?

Lord, Eliza.

And it's as simple as that.

Indeed. How much longer?

Almost done.

You bought a new watch.

Yes, my other was, uh, no longer fit for purpose.

I'm sorry about that.

All the years I knew Henry,

I don't think I've ever been in this kitchen.

If my father could see us now,

he might mistake us for an old married couple.

I can assure you, Eliza, if we were married,

then I would not be cooking my own eggs.

Then it's a good job we're not married, then.

Isn't it just.

I think it's, um,

been three minutes.

Yes.

You are in serious trouble.

Story of my life.

What were those bills of exchange doing in your room?

Your inspector put them there.

I take it he is asleep.

Maybe I should take the opportunity and slit his throat.

You would not do such a thing.

You don't know me,

you don't know who I have been

and what I have done.

I know enough.

You're no ruthless murderer.

But you are an opportunist, so...

I must ask, did you have anything to do

with those men that killed my father?

If I say no, will you believe me?

Yes. Yes, I will.

No.

I did not.

Why would Inspector Wellington places those bills in your room?

He wants to find this gang.

He wouldn't put me at risk

wasting time chasing the wrong man.

Believe me, Miss Scarlet...

I have been the wrong man many times.

I've known Inspector Wellington for a long time.

He wouldn't do such a thing...

I trust him, Moses.

That might make you change your mind.

That is Nathaniel Caine's brother's address.

But Caine's prison records show he had no family.

Then someone has doctored those records.

Benjamin Caine is living and breathing.

For how much longer I don't know.

He's been threatened to keep his mouth shut or else.

By who? The forgers?

By Scotland Yard.

I hope you slept well.

Yes, thank you. And you?

As well as can be expected.

Trust me, Eliza,

do not eat that egg.

If you do, you will end up extremely unwell.

How long did you boil them for?

William, I...

I have something to tell you, and when you hear it,

you will be extremely angry with me,

so I will just say it quickly.

I met Moses here last night.

He swears he is innocent of all of this.

He believes that, contrary to Nathaniel Caine's

prison records, he does have a brother.

A Benjamin Caine.

He reported Nathaniel missing but someone warned him off.

It was an officer at Scotland Yard.

Mr. Caine.

I don't want no trouble.

Then you'd better let me in.

I told the Jamaican what he wanted to hear.

No copper threatened me.

I'm a reasonable man, Mr. Caine.

So, I'm gonna give you one chance to tell the truth.

And if I feel that you're lying to me,

I'm going to be very upset.

Now, I can assure you,

you do not want to see me upset.

So...

Do we understand each other?

Yeah.

Pardon?

Yes, Inspector Wellington.

Good.

Then let's start again.

Was the Jamaican telling the truth?

Yeah.

Nathaniel didn't come home.

It had only been a few days, but he'd never been gone so long.

So, I went to Scotland Yard and reported him missing.

And after a week, I heard nothing.

So, I went back and I demanded to speak to someone.

I was put in a room and...

...and then this copper came in.

And what did he say?

That I had no brother.

And when I told him I did,

he walloped me across the room,

told me to go home and keep my gob shut.

That if I didn't, I'd end up in the bottom of the Thames.

Who was this officer?

Posh. Um...

He said his name was Stirling.

Oi, oi.

Why are they ringing the alarm?

Ah, some stupid sod dropped their fag,

caused a small fire in one of the offices.

They're just putting it out now.

Where was this fire?

These are files of all the missing persons

from the last six months.

The fire was in the archive room.

How convenient.

Do you think it was Stirling?

I don't know what the hell to think.

Well, one thing is clear.

Moses was not involved, he was set up.

Eliza, please.

I have more pressing things on my mind.

If Stirling is linked to the forgers,

then he would not have risked going into those banks himself.

No, he would not.

We have our short list of gangs.

We should press on and show the bank managers their mug shots.

Agreed.

But not here.

Do any of these men look like the forgers

who came into your bank?

Him.

Yes, he was one of the men.

And, uh...

yep...

he was with him.

Cartwright brothers.

Tell us exactly what they told you.

They said they were businessmen investing in the railways.

They opened their account a couple of months ago.

They were always polite, well-dressed gentlemen.

And what about yesterday morning

when they cleared out their accounts?

They told me they had done several big deals

with various railway companies

and had been given bills of exchange as payment.

They cashed these in and took the money in gold.

Large amounts in several cases.

They said they were going up to... Newcastle?

Yes, New... Newcastle.

Uh, to, uh, set up a new company there.

And there was nothing else about them?

Nothing unusual or odd?

There was one thing.

They were well-dressed.

But there was always a slightly odd smell about them.

They wore cologne.

Too much, if anything.

But it could not disguise the odor.

You may speak freely.

It was excrement.

Subtle, but there.

And, uh...

and they tried to disguise it?

Their cologne was excessive.

My uncle worked in a tannery.

He wore too much cologne

to disguise the smell of what they used to soften the leather.

Dog shite.

Forgive me, Ms. Scarlet.

That will be all for now.

Oh. Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Shall I call in the next one?

No, he seemed quite certain it was the Cartwright brothers.

And time is not on our side.

So, what's next?

We need a map.

So, the banks are...

here, here and here.

As you say, William,

gold is heavy, so they'd need a convenient place

to hide out and stash it

until they could make their move to run.

Tanneries have many hiding places

but they're full of workers.

Not the old Bermondsey tannery.

It still stinks to high heaven,

but hasn't been used for years.

What in God's name?

I told you to make sure she stayed in the carriage.

I tried, sir, but she is very determined.

The only way I could make her stay was

- to manhandle her. - Then that is

precisely what you should've done.

Last time I crossed her, she gave me a black eye.

I am here, you know.

You can address me directly.

Get back to the carriage now.

I am tired of waiting for you in carriages.

Duke! In here!

Get her back to the carriage.

And stand up to her, man.

Frank? In here!

Stirling.

God almighty.

What happened?

Well, the chief takes police corruption very seriously.

A full investigation will be launched into Stirling.

His office and home are being searched as we speak.

And what of them?

We found a train ticket on Stirling.

First-class to Liverpool.

We think he arranged to meet them,

but they double-crossed him, took his share of the gold.

It makes no sense.

Stirling was from a wealthy family.

Why would he involve himself in such a thing?

Greed.

He was wealthy, but he wanted more.

I got a telegram

from the Cunard office in Liverpool.

Two men matching the description

of the Cartwright brothers boarded

the RMS Umbriathis morning bound for New York.

Telegram New York, give them the details

of the case.

Will they be arrested?

That is the hope,

but our friends in the New York Police Department

are not always cooperative.

So my father's killers could walk free.

We don't know that it was either of them.

Could've been Stirling.

Eliza, I want justice for Henry as much as you do.

By God, I would string up whoever murdered him

with my own bare hands.

But right now, we can do no more.

Let me take you home.

We can collect Ivy from Mr. Parker's on the way.

If Stirling was working with someone in the department,

then you will be the last thing on their minds.

You're a true friend, William.

I'm eternally grateful.

I don't know how to thank you.

Have dinner with me.

Tonight.

I would like that.

But first, we must find Moses.

Oh, how you love to tease me.

Stirling clearly set

Moses up knowing your dislike of him. He deserves an apology.

I'm not apologizing to that man.

"That man"?

We both owe Moses a great debt.

You are prone to exaggerate, Eliza.

His help with the case was for his own gain,

nothing more. The man is a criminal.

He risked his freedom coming to see me.

Well, perhaps you should take him to dinner, then.

That would cause quite a stir amongst the other diners.

I'll get my own cab.

What happened to your, uh, eternal gratitude?

That's not even been a full minute.

As you say, William, I'm... prone to exaggerate.

Easy.

The lads are devastated over the demise

of our esteemed super.

To Fredrik Aloysius Stirling!

May the stuck-up arse

rest in peace!

To Stirling! Yay!

Oi.

We did well today, me old mate.

We deserve to get very drunk.

If you say so.

There's only one woman that makes you this miserable.

Lovers' tiff?

Mm. I don't want to talk about it.

You want to hear the secret

- to a happy marriage? - Not really, Frank.

Me and my missus go out dancing...

every week.

She goes Tuesdays,

And I go Thursdays.

Christ.

Ah.

Pity my old woman didn't find me

as funny as you do.

Maybe she wouldn't have left me.

She's left you?

Yeah.

Last week.

Pig.

That's what she used to call me.

There's someone here to see you.

Inspector Wellington?

I-I must speak with you urgently, Eliza.

Thank you.

Now, Fr äulein Hildegard

is on her way over, and she is most, most vexed.

She's angry with you?

No.

No, she is angry with you.

Why? Well, you were

the one who instructed me to decline her proposal. You...

It was more of a suggestion

Than an instruction.

"A firm no, Rupert" is what you said... "A firm no."

Rupert, please do not tell me you put the blame on me again.

Again?

When you moved out from your mother's.

Yes.

Um, see, Mother dislikes you

a lot more than Fr äulein Hildegard.

Here.

Is your missus not coming back?

Nah.

And good riddance.

"Do this, Frank,

"do that, Frank.

Do this, that and the bloody other, Frank."

You're a better impressionist

than you are a copper.

I... I can do anyone.

Say that again,

and I'll knock you through that bloody wall.

That was you.

Very good. Very good.

Ah...

You have another visitor,

- Miss Scarlet. - You will not

take my fiancé! Fr äulein Hildegard,

I do not know how things are done in Germany,

but we do not burst into people's homes unannounced here.

Speaks German...

Do not be superior with me!

It is difficult not to when you are shouting

at me in my drawing room.

He is mine!

You have your policeman!

I beg your pardon?

Look at the innocence!

I came here first thing to speak with you.

I knocked, and no one answered,

but I saw him creep up your stairs,

waiting for you, no doubt.

- Harlot! - You saw Detective Inspector Wellington

creep up my stairs?

No, not the handsome one, the other one.

What other one?

My name is Superintendent Stirling.

Right, right. Have you got a spare blanket?

Well, it was until some ghastly villains did me in.

Ah...

No blankets, Frank.

You'll just have to make do with a coat for now.

What have you done, Frank?

Did you kill Henry?

And that would have been the end of it.

But you didn't keep his daughter in line, did you?

Interfering!

Like only a bloody woman would!

Don't blame her for what you've done.

And what's that?

Got rich.

Cartwright brothers,

they aren't on the way to New York, are they?

They're at the bottom of the Thames.

Things...

...just got too complicated

after you found Caine.

You threatened his brother,

pretending to be Stirling.

And now I've got to get rid of you, too.

I really am sorry, me old mate.

You stay there.

What the hell are you doing here?!

May I? For God's sake, Eliza,

what the hell are you

doing here?

Oi.

You got the better of me once.

That won't happen again.

I come... unarmed.

What?

What?

I don't own a gun.

Yes, that is something I should no doubt rectify

given the business I am in.

Have you lost your mind?

I need no weapon.

I intend to... reason with Detective Jenkins.

Oh, Lord.

Reason?

Yes.

You do know...

that after I kill him...

Look at me!

I'm gonna kill you, too?

Yes, I have gathered that, but...

- would you at least hear me out? - No!

I've had my fill of your gob!

I know where you've hidden the gold you stole.

'Course you do.

Right now...

PC Honey church has a group of men

heading over to retrieve it.

- Yeah? - Mm-hmm.

Where is it, then?

First I would like you to release William,

and then I will tell you.

That makes no sense.

It really doesn't, Eliza.

Very well, I don't know where it is.

It was merely a delay tactic.

For what?

That's what I like most about you, Moses.

Your punctuality.

Frank used you to distract me,

allowing him time to take care of the Cartwright brothers

and set Stirling up.

Well...

I'm glad to have been of service.

I better go.

Thank you.

Inspector Wellington will give you a ride home, Moses.

That would be most kind.

I don't want a ride home from you.

Well, that's a relief.

Can I be candid, Inspector?

Be my guest.

I like you even less than you like me.

But for her sake...

Let me be clear.

I'll be keeping my eye on you,

and if I get a sniff that you've caused her any trouble...

I understand.

Good.

Then I shall bid you good night.

Inspector.

I think you dropped your wallet.

You discovered the truth, and justice will be served.

You need to to be satisfied with that.

I will never be satisfied...

'cause it will not bring you back.

No.

But you did your job,

and you did it well.

Now word will spread that you were involved

in this high-profile case,

and your reputation will grow.

I didn't do it for that.

I know.

What have I always said about tears?

Only stupid people cry.

Hope less people.

And you are not without hope, Lizzy.

Far from it, my clever girl.

Dry your eyes, or there'll be no supper.

You always said that, and there always was.

And blow that nose.

You do not want him to see you in such a muddle.

Who?

So...

I've been thinking.

Oh, dear.

That never bodes well.

Dinner.

Dinner?

I apologized to Moses,

as you wished, which means we can now go out to dinner.

You didn't apologize. You thanked him.

Same thing.

Ready?

Wha... Now?

- Why the rush? - Because if we wait,

we will no doubt have a disagreement

about something irrelevant, and we will have to postpone...

again.

So, where are you taking me?

Gilbert's. We can walk from here.

But you cannot just turn up at Gilbert's...

You need a reservation.

Then it's a good job I already have one.

So you assumed I'd say yes?

As I said, I am an eternal optimist.

- You are a rogue. - Let's play a game

and see if we can reach Gilbert's without an argument.

It's not me who argues, it's you.

You're right, the fault is always entirely mine.

I like this game.

We should play it more often, William.

Yes, Eliza,

whatever you say.