All language subtitles for Miss.Scarlet.And.The.Duke.S03E02.WEB.x264-TG

-Madame, Sir. May I
take your name please?

Dr. and Mrs. Evans.

-May I get you
something to drink?

-I'll take a glass
of the Burgundy '78.

And my wife will
have a dry sherry.

-Very good.

-If we were genuinely
married, I'd order for myself.

-If we were genuinely married,
I'd be drinking whisky.

-So, what are we looking for?

Apart from 'suspicious
activity, '

which I must say was
a little vague of you.

-Well, there's been
a number of crimes

linked with this restaurant.

Street thefts nearby,

break-ins at customers' houses
whilst they've been dining here.

Something going on, I'm
just not quite sure what.

Now, we may have to
play the long game,

perhaps even posing
as regular...

Eliza, are you
even listening to me?

-Of course.

Oh no.

It is her.

- Who?
- Arabella Herbert.

We were at school together. She
was the most dreadful bully.

Don't look.

She had a way of saying
the cruellest of things

whilst keeping the
sweetest of smiles.

And she stole my shell necklace.

-Your shell necklace?

-We made it in class and somehow
it disappeared from my bedroom

when she deigned to
come round for tea.

-Shall I have her arrested?

-If we stay at the table
and keep a low profile

we can hopefully get
through tonight without...

-Eliza Scarlet! Is that you?

-Arabella?!

How delightful!

After all these years!

Good evening.

-This is my husband...
William Evans.

-Pleased to meet you.

-Arabella Acaster.

-Acaster?

You're married?

-Was. Now widowed.

-Oh, my goodness, look at you!

So beautiful and elegant.

-Well, thank you.

-Who would've thought it?!

Muddy puddle in the playground,

like some ghastly
swamp creature!

- Do you remember?
- Yes. I do.

-Caked in mud from head to foot!

And it wasn't the only time.

I don't believe
she owned a dress

that wasn't torn, ripped
or stained!.

Everyone used to
find it so amusing.

-Not everyone.

Well, we mustn't keep you
from your dining companions.

-Oh no, I'm not a customer.
This is my restaurant.

I- I own it.

It is called
Arabella's, after all.

-Well, congratulations.

It's quite the
place you have here.

-Oh, we do our best.

No rest for the wicked!

This is my address
in Marylebone.

Do call by for tea, it would be
so nice to catch up properly.

It was a pleasure to meet you.

And you must try the Rouennais
Duck, it is simply delicious!

-I'll do just that, thank you.

Well, she seems
perfectly charming.

-You have no idea.

-You were the one that
told her we were married.

-And just so you know
we shall not be ordering

the Rouennais duck.

Well, that was a
complete waste of time.

Not a sniff of any kind
of criminal activity.

Apart from the prices.

-That food was quite
something, though.

-I think the chef could
take instruction from Ivy

on using less grease.

And for the avoidance of
doubt, I'm not setting foot

in that restaurant again.

-I'll get a cab.

-Get off! Let go! Help!

Somebody help!

He stole my bag!

Him!

- Uh...
- Give me your brooch.

Now!

Who are awaiting my signal.

I know this because I myself
am a private detective.

-Course you are.

-Uh...

-Enzo, fetch a glass
of water for Mrs Evans.

That was reckless.

-For goodness sake, it
was my mother's brooch.

What was I supposed to do?

-Not fight a man
holding a knife.

-I didn't fight him.

And you can spare
me the lecture,

you said this would
be perfectly safe.

-What are you talking about?

-I'm sorry. I'm Detective
Inspector Wellington.

Scotland Yard have
identified a number of crimes

carried out on the clientele
of your restaurant.

Jewel theft mostly.

-What?

The thieves with tip-offs.

That's what brought
us here tonight.

I apologise for the deception.

-And what is your
involvement in this?

-I'm a private detective.

Just like your
father. How extraordinary.

So, the two of you...
you're, you're not married?

Absolutely not.

-So, you lost sight of
the man who robbed me?

-I'm afraid so.

Within moments of each other is
unlikely to be a coincidence.

-The first was no
doubt a diversion.

-The lavender seller didn't
wait around to be interviewed,

so she's probably in on it too.

But it, its no matter,
we'll find them.

-That is very reassuring to
hear, thank you Inspector.

-Well, I'll head back and look
through some mugshots of the

local talent, see if
anyone looks familiar.

Will you be alright?

-I'll see her safely
home, Inspector.

-I'm not a child.

-Accepting the help of a friend
does not make you a child.

Petulance, however...

Mrs Acaster.

Eliza.

... which are
at every opportunity.

Thank you.

-Oh, how you feeling?

-Perfectly fine, thank you.

Arabella, you really
didn't have to stay.

Of course I did!

Poor thing was sprawled
out on the cobbles.

I thought she might
have a concussion.

- Oh, my goodness!
- I'm fine.

Really.

-Well, it was so kind of
you to bring her back home.

How can we ever thank you?

Any more of her valuable time.

-Nonsense!

- Staff?
- Arabella runs a restaurant.

-Actually I, I own it.

-Goodness.

-Mm!

Speaking of which, this cake
is extraordinarily moist.

My pâtissier would
be quite jealous.

-Well, you can come again!

Running such a business,

whoever heard of
a lady doing that?

Apart from you,
of course, Lizzie.

But you must have so many
staff and all those customers.

Is it a family business?

-Not my family, no,
it was my husband's.

Sadly he passed away
early last year.

-Oh...

-My father was a jeweller.

-Arabella would always
have the most expensive

pieces of jewellery,
even as a young girl.

-Ah... you're that Arabella.

From school.

-Hmm. Well, I should
be getting back.

Eliza, it was so
good to see you,

although a shame it was
in such a circumstance.

I will check in
again on you soon.

- Ivy, this cake is a triumph.
- Oh!

-You must keep the recipe
under lock and key.

Please don't get up,
I will see myself out.

-Well, she's
changed, hasn't she?

William, it is
customary to knock.

-Is it?

I shall return the courtesy.

How are you feeling?

-I do hope you're here about
the case and not my health?

He was in some boarding house

about a half mile
from the restaurant.

He and the woman were indeed
paid to cause a distraction.

The idea was to draw
the crowd's attention

away from the real target.

Your brooch.

-Please tell me you found it?

-No. But I do have the name
of the thief in question.

Hungarian man by
the name of Tibor.

I also have the address of
the tavern that he frequents.

-Excellent.

Well, I shall obviously
have to accompany you

to confirm his identity.

-Obviously.

-Are we taking
roles or would you

prefer to just
state our business?

-Well, Fitzroy and I will
be playing the roles of

police officers
arresting a thief.

While you will be playing
the role of the eyewitness

who waits outside.

He had a knife, Eliza.

Wait in the carriage and
we will bring him out.

-I must say I rather
relish the prospect

of using my boxing skills.

I'm in training, Miss Scarlet.

There's a great deal of artistry
involved, footwork mostly.

You know, you can't
actually throw a punch

without your feet being
in the correct position.

It's fascinating, I could
talk about it for hours.

-Which he often does.

Wait in the carriage.

Thank you.

Come on.

-We're looking for a man
who's a regular here.

A Hungarian gentleman
by the name of Tibor.

This is where you say,
"of course, Detective,

let me point him out to you."

Don't know him.

-Detective Fitzroy, how many
times have the police been

called to this establishment
in the past month?

Four?

-Five, Sir.

Might it be withdrawn,
do you think?

-Almost certainly, Sir.

Ooh... argh...

Argh!

-Nice to see you again, Tibor.

Don't get up.

- Eliza?
- Inspector Wellington.

I can confirm that this is
the man who stole my brooch.

-Get up, hands
against the carriage.

-Urgh!

‘Lady, blue dress. Spilla?'

-Spilla?

It's clearly a tip off.

Who's 'Spilla'?

Is that someone
at the restaurant?

Who gave you this?

-Arabella Acaster.

-She gave me the
exact same card.

-Well, she probably hands
them out all the time

in the restaurant.

-Neither do you. You haven't
seen her for over a decade.

-She was spiteful and
made my life a misery.

She had it all,
she had everything

and yet she still
liked to steal things.

-A shell necklace when
you were children?

And she would have to be
rather stupid to use her own

business card to tip off a
criminal, don't you think?

-Well, that message
on the card, 'Spilla',

I'm not convinced
it is a person.

I think it means something else.

-Your involvement in this case
is a conflict of interest.

Leave it to me.

Please?

-Where are you?

Not here.

Ssss...

Sp...

Let's try Italian.

Spi...

Spilla...

Spill...

Spilla.

Brooch.

-I know nothing
about any brooch.

-What about the note
that we found on you?

'Woman, blue dress...'

The lady that you stole from was
wearing a blue dress last night.

-I found the note on the street!

And I need a doctor,
she broke my nose.

You should arrest her, not me!

You English are
supposed to be fair.

-I'm from Glasgow.

Well?

-There are no
employees at Arabella's

by the name of Spilla.

Anything from him?

-Take a seat.

Show me your arm.

Argh!

Argh!

-This is an interesting tattoo.

The mark of Vác Prison
in Budapest, isn't it?

I've seen similar on your fellow
countrymen who now live here.

By all accounts,
that particular gaol

is something of a hell-hole.

Far worse than
any London prison.

I'd hate for you
to go back there.

-You're going to send
me to prison in Hungary?

I don't think so.

-Detective Fitzroy, does
your uncle still work

for the Foreign Office?

-He does, Sir.

That means 'speed things up'.

My apologies for not
knowing the Hungarian,

but you'll be hearing your
mother tongue soon enough.

Unless, of course, you tell
me who gave you that note.

I can't believe
this! This is so unfair!

I need this job!

What am I supposed to do now?

I'm so sorry.

It wasn't an easy
decision to make.

I'll see you're paid
for your final shift.

Eliza!

What are you doing here?

-I wanted to thank
you for last night.

-Oh.

-Er, is this a bad time?

-No, no, not at all.

There are certain
standards to uphold

and sadly young Grace
wasn't living up to them.

She'd had had several chances.

I'm so delighted you're here!

How are you feeling?

-Much better, thank you.

I thought perhaps you might give
me a tour of the restaurant?

I'm fascinated to
see how it all works.

-Oh, I can think of
nothing more I'd rather do!

Though...

What a muddle you'd get into.

Do you remember
that Victoria Sponge cake?

You almost burnt
the school down.

Miss Dawkins was not amused.

-Well, we were
young children so...

-Not that young.

Shall we...?

I know the kitchen may
look perfectly serviceable,

but Chef is struggling to cope.

We're fully booked most nights
and having to turn people away.

In fact I've been
considering larger premises.

-My goodness.

Time for social engagements
but we all need to make

sacrifices, do we not?

-Indeed.

-It would be nice to
have a little more space

for myself too. This
office is rather cramped.

You should see my office.

-You have an office?

-I work from my
father's old premises.

-Oh, good for you.

-I notice that you have staff
from all around the world.

France, Spain. Greece.

-We are an international family.

-They say Italian chefs are
the most desired at the moment.

Do you have any
Italians working here?

-Uh... Paolo, our pastry chef.

How about front of
house?

The waiter who served
the Inspector and me,

wasn't he Italian?

-Enzo?

Yes, he's from Naples I think.

-Is he working today?

-No, he's off sick.

Why do you ask?

-Someone is here
to see you, Madame.

-Ah, right.

-Mrs Acaster.

-Inspector Wellington.

-Ah, Miss Scarlet.

-Inspector Wellington.

- I'm Detective Fitzroy.
- Shh, shh, shh.

I'm sorry to disturb
you, Mrs Acaster,

but we need to speak with
one of your employees.

Enzo Moretti?

-Eliza was just
asking about him.

-Huh.

Who's been preying
on your clientele.

-Hmm.

Enzo is not at work today.

-Do you have an address for him?

-I'm afraid not, he's only
been here a few weeks.

-Well, in that case,

we'll need to speak with
the rest of your staff.

-Of course. I'll gather them.

-See if you can find somewhere
private we can question them.

-I know what you're
going to say...

- I'm sure you do.
- But I am here now

and there's an
awful lot of staff,

-Hmm. Take a wild guess.

-Oh, damn it!

-Here, let me.

-Sorry, erm...

Not having the best of days.

Just been given my
marching orders.

-Would you care
for a cup of tea?

-No.

But I'll have
something stronger.

-Any luck?

-I'm afraid not.

None of your staff have
an address for Enzo.

Can you think of anywhere
else he might be?

-I really can't, I'm so sorry.

-Well, if anything else occurs,

you can contact me
at Scotland Yard.

-Inspector?

I'll see you out.

I feel such a fool, I
thought I could trust him.

-If I had a pound for every
time someone said that...

well, I wouldn't
be doing this job.

-So, what is your
next course of action?

-Well, there's a thriving
black market for stolen jewels.

So, we'll ask around,

put pressure on the right
people and see what comes up.

-And Eliza?

What will her role be?

-Then why did she
come here today?

-Her mother's brooch was stolen,

-Oh.

I had hoped she and I would be
able to renew our friendship,

but I get the distinct feeling
she doesn't care for me much.

Listen to me burdening
you with my problems.

-Well, I mean, this job is a
little like being a priest.

Although when people
confess to me,

they generally feel a lot worse.

Anyway, good day,
Mrs. Acaster...

-Arabella, please.

-Don't get me wrong, Mrs.
Acaster is a nice lady.

I enjoyed working for her.

-If I had been dismissed, I'm
not sure I'd be so generous.

-Well, it's not
her fault, is it?

She just couldn't afford
to pay me anymore.

And I'm not the
first she's laid off.

There were two workers
from the kitchen

and another waiter last week.

-So, she's having
financial difficulty?

-I probably shouldn't
be saying all this.

-I only ask as a
concerned friend.

Perhaps I could help her.

-I wouldn't worry
about it too much.

Last week I went to
see her in her office

to ask about the menus.

I caught her putting a big
wad of cash into her safe.

She said it was loan,

so, she's obviously
trying to sort things out.

-A loan from who?

You have
a visitor, Ma'am.

A Miss Scarlet.

Excuse me, Ma'am.

This
is most inconvenient.

I'm sorry, Ma'am.

Urgh, really?

Can I help you?

-I apologise for
calling unannounced.

I'm a friend of
Arabella's from school,

I dropped by on the chance
I might find her in.

-My daughter is... working.

-Working?

Indeed.

-I would suggest
that you arrange

a more suitable time to visit.

-Oh dear.

My husband is the
Member of Parliament

for Chalfont, St. Giles,

before meeting him
to dine tonight.

-I do have a prior engagement,

but I could spare half
an hour, I suppose.

Hmm. Please.

-Most kind.

-Tea. Earl Grey. And quickly.

-This is a beautiful home.

Arabella has wonderful taste.

-Oh, this is not her
home, it is mine.

She moved in with me
when her husband passed.

-Oh, I see.

I never met the
gentleman, sadly,

but I believe he
owned a restaurant?

-I do not wish to talk of him.

He left my daughter
with considerable debts,

that is all I will say.

-Now that I think of it,

when I last corresponded
with Arabella,

she did mention that times
were a little difficult.

But she assured me you
were assisting her,

in the financial sense.

-Well, that is a blatant lie.

I have told her time and again

So, she's been to every
bank in London, cap in hand.

-My goodness.

She applied for a loan?

A woman?

-My thoughts exactly.

Can you imagine what that
does to one's family name?

-And did she... secure one?

-Of course not.

They all refused,
and quite rightly so.

But still she persists.

Her father would
turn in his grave.

How many
times must I say this...?

Come on, let's go.

- Officer?
- Oh?

-I need you to take
an urgent message

to Inspector Wellington
at Scotland Yard.

My name's Eliza Scarlet,
I'm a private detective...

-You're a what?

You got my message?

Well, I'm here, aren't
I?

You're sure it was the
same lavender seller

- who feigned the robbery?
- Certain.

And Arabella was talking to her.

- Where did they go exactly?
- I'll show you.

-No, you will tell me
and then stay here.

- William...
- Your presence

is not helping
this investigation.

-Yes, so you have said.

-Yet you do not listen.

-The fact that I
have not listened

should tell you something?

-That you're stubborn
and difficult?

-That I am sure of my instincts.

This isn't about my personal
feelings for Arabella.

I'm looking at the
situation dispassionately.

She's hugely in debt and
was talking to a thief.

That is reasonable
grounds for questioning.

-By the police, yes.

-Do you want to know
where she went or not?

Good.

Follow me.

-Eliza.

Inspector, what
are you doing here?

-You run a soup kitchen?

-I bring the surplus food
from the restaurant each week.

Will one of you please
tell me what's going on?

I had no idea that lady was
anything to do with the robbery.

As far as I knew, she was just
another hungry mouth to feed.

-And she corroborates that.

-It would not be the first time.

-Eliza...

I spoke to her mother...

-My mother?

-It's called pride, Eliza!

I am guilty of it
sometimes, as are we all!

-I also spoke to the
waitress you dismissed...

-Oh, for God's sake.

So, where did that come from?

-My customers.

And I can assure you that money

was spent on wages
and ground rent

as soon as it was earned.

I am struggling, I admit it.

That is difficult enough without
you publicly humiliating me.

I thought we were friends.

Did you?

Well, I have a different
definition of friendship.

-What exactly is that
supposed to mean?

-You don't remember how
you behaved towards me

day after day, year after year?

-We were children, Eliza!

What is the connection
between our school days

and this investigation!?

-Your character.

-Inspector, if there
is nothing else,

then I would like
to leave, please.

-Of course.

Thank you for your time.

-Nothing I said was untrue.

-There is no evidence that
she has done anything wrong,

you do accept that?

Eliza, I say this with your
best interests at heart,

whatever grudges you
have against that woman,

they are clouding
your judgement.

-What on earth are you doing?

-Baking a cake.

-Are you ill?

- I thought it time I learned.
- You are ill.

It must be that
bang on the head.

-Alright.

What's happened?

-I've made a fool
of myself, Ivy.

I've allowed my personal
feelings about Arabella

to interfere with my work.

Father would never
have done such a thing.

-Well, don't feel too bad.

She was the cause of
many bedtime tears.

-I know, but... perhaps I
wasn't such an angel myself.

-You'll get no
argument from me there.

-I never fitted in.

And...

Well, that made me angry.

I'd pick fights
with her sometimes,

there was a comfort in it.

-Comfort?

-Well, if I gave her and the
girls that looked up to her

a reason to dislike me, then...

the fault would be
with my behaviour,

not just the fact of who I was.

-I remember those days.

Nothing you could
have done or been

would ever have been
agreeable to those girls.

Unlike them, you're
your own person.

And I am glad for it.

-Shhh...

Now, as your father would say,

no tears, or there'll
be no supper.

You always say
that and there always is.

-So...

what are you going to do now?

I have a horrible feeling
I'm going to have to

apologise to her.

I think that might
make me feel better.

-What was it you were
trying to make, exactly?

-A Victoria Sponge.

-Right, yes, I see it now.

-No, you don't.

No, I don't.

-I'm looking for Mrs. Acaster?

-She will be here
in a few minutes.

You're welcome to
wait in her office.

-No.

Stop it.

You're here to
apologise. That is all.

-Ah, your friend is
here, Miss Scarlet.

She's in your office.

-Thank you, Charles.

-I'm not entirely
sure what animal

this grey meat belongs to.

Or indeed, if it's
animal at all.

-No, thank you, Sir.

I'm in training.

Avoiding too much fat, and
pastry has far too much fat.

-Yes, so you have
explained. Several times.

Got something for me?

-I believe so, Sir.

It seems that Enzo hasn't
been working alone.

He has an uncle by
the name of Frankie.

Originally from Murano in Italy.

He was being
investigated for theft

but fled back there before
any arrest could be made.

-But you think he's
in London again?

-Well, we have word
that the workshop

that he was using is
suddenly back in use.

-That's good work.

I shall see if Detective
Phelps wants it.

That man will eat anything.

Doesn't sound like
anyone's in there.

-Should we call for a locksmith?

I'll take that as a no then.

- Quite the haul.
- Indeed it is.

Take it up to the evidence room

and enter everything
in the log book.

I'll bring this up shortly.

-I have news.

-So do I, and I think
you're going to like it.

We found a workshop
linked to our friend Enzo.

-Anything of interest?

-Well, precision tools,
a diamond cutter.

Clamps and pliers
for resetting stones.

And a box full of
stolen jewellery...

including this.

My mother's brooch.

William, thank you.

-Well, I'll have to keep
a hold of it for now.

It needs to be logged and
certified as evidence.

But I will return to
you as soon as I can.

-What of this Enzo,
did you find him?

-No, but I have officers
watching the workshop.

So, what of your news?

-For the last three
months Arabella has been

selling off items
expensive jewellery.

Before you say
anything, I have proof.

Receipts of sale for
six high value items

totalling three hundred pounds.

I spoke to the
pawnbrokers in question,

but they refused to
give me any information.

Luckily I have a friend who
is a Detective Inspector

at Scotland Yard.

Surely you're not going to
tell me this is nothing?

Good.

I'll wait at my office.

As soon as you have spoken to
them, let me know straight away.

-Were you this bossy at school?

-No.

Straight away, William.

There you are.

Where have you been?

-Working.

-Well, it couldn't have
taken you five hours

to check the pawnbrokers.

-This may come as a
shock to you, Eliza,

but I have many
cases to attend to

and going on some wild
goose chase to a pawnbrokers

on the other side of London
wasn't top of my list.

-So, you didn't go?

-Yes, I did.

-Oh.

And?

-A list of items that
Arabella sold to them.

None stolen. All hers with full
proof of ownership provided.

-'Heart-shaped sapphire ring.'

But I saw that exact piece in
her safe at the restaurant.

-You just happened to see it?

-Well, she couldn't have
sold it and kept it.

-Then it must be a similar ring.

-Have you spoken
to her about this?

-About selling her own property?

This has now been logged
and certified as evidence,

so you can have it back.

You're welcome.

- It is new evidence.
- Why can't you see that?

-I am basing every decision
in this case on motive,

opportunity and evidence.

-What's that supposed to mean?

-Good night, Eliza.

Wha...

-No sign of Enzo Moretti
at the workshop, Sir.

-Maybe he's gone to ground.

Keep the men posted
overnight just in case.

-Yes, Sir.

-I've been reading about
Enzo's uncle, Frankie.

When he first came to London,
he worked in a jewellers

run by a family from
the old country.

I think we should
pay them a visit.

-Will they be open
this late at night?

-Only one way to find out.

-You're something of an expert

when it comes to diamonds
and precious stones.

I wonder if I might
seek your advice?

-I'd love to help
you, Miss Scarlet,

but my eyes are failing
my body is tired...

-Solomon, must we go
through the same dance

every time I come in?

I know for a fact

Furthermore, you're one of the
richest men in Canning Town.

That said, I will gladly
pay for your time.

Or buy something from the shop.

Or two things.

How can I help you?

-Can you take a look at this?

Tell me what you make of it.

-Hmm...

Most convincing.

But not to the trained eye.

-Convincing?

-Well, if you ignore the, er,
hurried mounting of the stone.

These aren't real
rubies, Miss Scarlet.

They're Murano glass.

It's a fake.

It's a good one, but
it's still a fake.

-We'll come back in the morning.

-Well, Sir...

Is that not the brooch you
just returned to Miss Scarlet?

-Go back to Scotland Yard,
get the bolt cutters.

-Ought we not to apply
for a search warrant?

This is private
property after all,

and there's no crime in progress
or immediate danger to life.

-Do you hear that?

-Hear what, Sir?

-Ah, I see. Very good.

-Hurry up, she sounds desperate.

-If you haven't been,
then you simply must.

There's a hotel on the seafront
with the most exquisite views.

Princess Beatrice herself

has dined there on
several occasions.

I will leave you to dine
in peace, do excuse me.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

-We need to talk.

-No, it cannot.

-Lady Catherine, looking
as elegant as ever...

- Not now.
- I know what you've been doing.

Having replicas of
your jewellery made.

Possibly to sell off
as the real thing.

Shall we have this
conversation in private

or in front of your guests?

-Let me finish this sitting.

I'm struggling to keep
business afloat as it is,

surely you of all people
can empathise with that?

-I'll wait in your office.

-Thank you.

Sir George! It's
been too long!

-Grace?

What are you doing here?

-I left some of my things.

I had to come back.

-That's a lot of
things in there.

-Sorry, I really have to go.

-What's in the bag?

-It is Eliza's.

-And you definitely
returned it to her?

-This very afternoon.

-Murano.

Enzo Moretti and his uncle
were both from Murano.

It's famed for the glass
used to replicate gemstones.

-A jeweller would
know the difference.

-On close examination, yes.

Which would suggest...

-This place must be in on it.

They show the customers
the real version,

then they swap it for a
fake just before sale.

That way...

-Huh.

-What's your plan
for these, Grace?

Who told you to steal them?

-Enzo.

He and I...

I hadn't seen him
for a few days.

But he turned up this afternoon

and he told me I had
to do this for him.

He was scared.

Said he was in trouble and
that he had to get away.

He said I had to help him.

-What, by stealing
from the guests?

-I had to!

If I didn't, he said
she would get hurt.

-Who would get hurt?

Ask her.

-Mrs. Herbert?

-Yes?

We need to talk
with your daughter.

-She is not presently at home.

-Very well, we'll come
back another time.

-What did you say to him?

-I told him Arabella was out.

-What did he say to you?

What did he say to you?

-I told her to
leave the door open.

-A right hook.
Excellent choice, Sir.

-Alright?

Are you unharmed?

-We are fine, thank you.

-You can come in now.

-Mother!

-I'm quite well.

-Oh!

Thank goodness you're okay.

Thanks for the tipoff.

-Enzo found me
upset in my office.

I told him about the debts,

I was reluctant at first.

Partly it was pride.

I wanted to look like
the people I was serving.

But mostly it was my mother.

She would have the justification

that I could not
survive on my own.

-So, what changed?

-Enzo told me that his uncle
could make replicas of such

quality that no one would know
they weren't the originals.

I'd be free to sell what I
wanted and wear the fakes.

No one would know and I could
keep the restaurant open.

I had no idea what else
he was involved in,

nor what kind of person he was.

Am I to be charged?

-Well, look, there is no
crime in wearing fake jewels.

And as for the waitress who was
stealing from your customers,

your mother's life was at risk,

so I can't say that
you had much choice.

-I swear, I would
have reported it

as soon as my mother was safe.

-I'll, er, need you to
fill out this statement.

But there'll be no charges.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

I must go and see
our friend Enzo

and see what he has
to say for himself.

-He's a good man.

-He is.

I'll leave you to it.

-You were always talking
about your father.

Every day at school
you had a story

about how he had
taught you new things.

He was so interested
in who you were.

I barely saw my father,
even less knew him.

He wasn't the least bit
interested in who I was.

I was jealous of you, Eliza.

I wanted to punish
you, that's all it was.

-So, today we will make the best

Victoria Sponge to whet the
appetite of the queen herself.

-I'll make a mess of it, Ivy.

-Then we will keep doing
it until you don't.

-Good day.

-Ah!

What brings you here
this fine afternoon?

-Cake.

Made with my own two hands.

-Wow!

That, er...

that actually looks rather good.

No, thank you. I
could think of nothing worse.

That is the extent of
my domestic effort,

so, make the most of it.

-Yeah, but surely one day
you hope to have a family

of your own to look after?

-You're teasing me,
William, I won't rise to it.

Sir...

You, you have a visitor.

Ah, Mrs. Acaster.

-For you and your
men, by way of thanks.

We have a selection as
delicate as they come.

-Oh.

These are exquisite!

-I must make it my business to
assist restaurateurs more often.

Come on in,
there's plenty for everyone!

Alright lads.

Come on.

Thank you, Sir.

-Eliza, I have
something for you too.

I was searching for some
old keepsakes to show you

and I found this in
the bottom of the box.

My necklace.

-I thought it might be yours,
I couldn't say for sure.

-That's very kind of you.

-Would you care to join
me for dinner tonight?

-These are wonderful.

The
pleasure is all mine.

I miss having a man to feed.

You must try the tarte
tatin. It is divine, William.

-I'll do just that,
thank you, Mrs. Acaster.

Please,
William, call me Arabella.

Where were we?

Dinner. Tonight?

-I, I just remembered
a previous engagement.

Another time perhaps.

-Another time.