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Eliza.
Whether I like it or not, I leave for Glasgow at the end of the week.
My ever the optimist,
I have decided to view it as an opportunity.
I would go so far as to say it is a golden opportunity, William,
when I which I know you will flourish.
Our loss is Glasgow's gain
Scotland isn't so far.
It is a mere few hours on the train.
If there is ever an investigation that takes me up there,
I will surely come and visit.
And whenever I have the need to be back in London,
you will be the first on my list to call upon.
This is isn't goodbye, but...
Goodbye for now.
You have a visitor.
Inspector Wellington has arrived already.
It's not Inspector Wellington.
I'm curious, Mr. Nash,
given our last meeting when you attended to blackmail me.
Miss Scarlet, please.
My intention was not to blackmail, but rather persuade.
What is it you want?
I have a new proposal to make.
Make your proposal, which I will turn down.
And then you can leave
I have a surplus of cases.
You have a deficit.
Each month I turn away work
whilst you tout for business in a market that views you with suspicion and disdain.
I'm surviving.
But are you thriving?
If I would hire you to work these cases, you would double.
Possibly treble your income.
Let me be clear so we don't have to have this conversation again.
I will never work for you.
You already have.
What?
Your adultery case last month.
The Sanderson family.
I sent them your way, as I have done
with several other clients who required a feminine touch.
You are a liar.
They did not occur to you
that you've become rather busy recently.
I don't need your charity.
Wasn't charity.
I charge them a finder's fee.
So, what do you say?
And I'd urge you to consider my proposal carefully, given the forthcoming change
in your circumstance.
What are you talking about?
Your inspector friend is leaving London.
You have no ally in Scotland Yard.
Don't share their resources or indeed hire you.
I'm sure he's offered to senior praises to whoever succeeds him,
but we both know how that will play out in reality.
Have you finished?
Miss Scarlet,
I find myself in unchartered waters here.
I'm more used to using the stick than the carrot.
However, for some incomprehensible reason,
you make me want to be a fairer man,
a more honest man.
We could have carried on throwing you cases, receiving my finder's fee.
Yet here I am.
Now I have finished.
Underhand, conniving and insulting to boot.
The man's reputation as well as head.
But he offered you more money for doing the same job.
You think I should work for him, don't you?
I think you should find a nice man and get married.
But I'm trying to make the best of a bad situation.
I thought you didn't like whiskey.
I don't.
Of course, I'd rather be
thriving than surviving.
Had hoped to expand the business,
have a larger office, employ a full time staff.
You say staff.
It's one thing working on your own.
To be in charge of a group of men.
Why shouldn't a woman be in charge? We have a woman on the throne.
Not when I was a girl, we didn't
Look
I know you to be capable.
And although I'd sleep easier had you taken a different path.
I'm still very proud of what you have achieved.
But perhaps now isn't the time to make any further change.
You're much in your mind with Inspector Wellington leaving.
It's clearly been worrying you.
What makes you say that?
Because it's not often you have the need to talk to yourself in the mirror.
I let him in.
Before we dining
I wanted to give you a present.
It's a parting gift of sorts.
I didn't know you can sew.
Oh, Ivy.
Why she saw the mess of the first set that she insisted.
Well, thank you.
Eliza, whether I like it or not
I leave for Glasgow at the end of the week.
But ever the optimist... No, you're not.
Pardon?
An optimist.
You always say that.
But we both know you don't want to go to Scotland, so let's not pretend.
Well, that was my rehearsed speech.
Well, I haven't rehearsed this, but
I'm going to say it anyway.
Am I going to need more whiskey?
I have a proposal William.
I would like to offer you a job.
Is that a joke?
I never be more serious in my life.
My god Eliza.
I mean, just when I think that we understand each other,
I can no more comprehend how your mind works in a kind of complete stranger.
I'm trying to help you.
You don't want to leave London.
Oh, so this is about pity.
I've told no one other than you that I'm being forced to leave.
I had hoped to salvage some pride.
Yet you would have me going for a detective inspector.
Scotland Yard to what?
Well, you're your assistant.
No. Assistant? No.
I don't know what we call it.
I haven't thought it through. Clearly.
I mean, the notion I would work for you.
My business is already up and running.
I have an existing reputation. And I don't?
Of course you do.
You learn of the respect throughout the city,
which would bring in infinitely more clients.
Oh, no, I understand.
No, I understand.
This isn't about you helping me.
This is about you and your ambition.
Just as always is.
I think I should leave before I say something I regret.
You mean you haven't already.
Morning Inspector?
How was the packing?
Fine, thank you.
Well, I hear from my man in Glasgow.
The weather is unseasonably clean at the moment.
That's be welcome news. Is there something that I can help you with, Sir?
Well, I have the commissioner coming in at any moment, so I'll make
my business brief.
Young Fitzroy will lead the next case that comes in.
Supervise him, but let him head it up. To give him some experience
when he still has you in hand?
I'm not sure that's a good idea.
I say its so it is so.
Yes, sir.
You have something to say, Detective Fitzroy?
It's just that
it was my father who requested I step up.
It is not the superintendent fault, so I'm sure he would much
rather not be in the situation in the first place.
You are one of his finest officers.
That will be all, Detective.
Sir, forgive me for prying, but I'm surprised at your decision to leave.
I understand it is a promotion, but surely it will not be long
before you are offered similar here.
I said that will be all. Yes, sir.
Hatty?
Are we arranged to meet?
Sorry. This isn't a good time.
My caunt is waiting for you inside.
But I've yet to unlock the door.
You gave me a key, remember?
In case I had to alter your plants.
I don't have any plants. Very well.
I found my cousins Becky and kept it.
What does your aunt want?
Find a husband for my niece.
A simple task for which I paid you handsomely.
And one which I fulfilled.
You have given me the names of numerous gentlemen, and I have provided backgroundchecks
on all of them. And found none eligible.
One might almost think you are finding fault deliberately.
But I will give you the benefit of the doubt.
This is a new list.
The most comprehensive to date.
I'm sorry.
I can do no more.
And I will say this
because Hattie will not.
Perhaps she does not want to marry a man of your choosing.
She wishes to marry of love.
Miss Scarlet.
Because of you, my one and only child has moved to another country.
Do not assume you will have the same influence over my niece.
She will marry.
And when she does, she and her husband will live in my house.
They will look after me in my old age.
Because if not this, then what life is it?
To age alone?
To dine by oneself,
to spend endless evenings with no company at all.
We are both women in our own.
And we have more in common than you think.
When my husband died,
I received several offers of marriage.
But I had a young son and a full life.
And the truth is,
I did not want to be ruled over by another
man again.
But one day you realize you are old,
that your life is no longer so full
and you look back upon those decisions
you made when the future stretched before you.
And you cannot help but dwell
on how things
might have been.
I do you understand.
More then you know.
But Hattie is your niece and such a sweet person.
Surely it's her happiness
that should be your prime concern.
So, you are refusing to assist me in this?
I am. Very well.
I will find her a husband myself.
You are wrong, Miss Scarlet.
We have nothing in common.
For I will have my wealth to keep me warm.
And you...
this little concern of yours,
will not provide you with a comfortable old age.
Merely memories of a once busy life.
Good day.
Imagine you've been pacing the streets.
And deciding whether you can trust me or not.
Have me followed, didn't you?
But the fact that you're here tells me you've
decided to accept my offer?
I will take one case from you.
It's a trial run to see how this arrangement works out.
But it will be a case of my choosing,
not one requiring a feminine touch.
Agreed.
And in terms of payment, I want... Three months in advance. Yes.
My man heard you rehearsing the speech.
So, we have a deal?
You have a deal.
Oh, and I would have accepted one month in advance.
You know, you really are...
Mr. Nash!
Oh.
Mr. Nash!
How do I look?
You're a lucky man.
Three bullets in the leg, say so.
I saw a glimpse of the man who shot you.
Tall, green coat.
Do you know him?
You need to rest.
The drawer.
Open it.
As per our agreement,
I have a case for you.
Find who did this to me.
Why not get your men to?
It comes to finding escaped convicts,
blackmailing a brothel owner,
my men are first rate.
This is my life.
I need someone I can trust.
What makes you think you can trust me?
There are many people that dislike me.
You, Miss Scarlet,
You're the only one who says it to my face.
Before he pulled out his revolver.
I saw the gunman planted something in his hand.
A photograph.
A hired assassin.
Find him
please.
Miss Scarlet. Detective Fitzroy.
I'm here on the Nash case.
I could not believe my ears when I heard you were present at the shooting.
I've already given my witness statement. I'm aware of that.
But I just wanted to reassure myself that you were unharmed.
I'm quite well. Thank you.
Inspector Wellington.
I was just inquiring as to Miss Scarlets health.
And I can reassure you once again, Detective Fitzroy, that I'm quite well.
Are you?
Yes, I am.
Just spoken with the doctor who operated on Nash.
Is the bullet extracted from his leg. Haven't seen the like for years?
Antiquated, to say the least.
I would wager fired from an old cap and baller. Detective Fitzroy
will be leading this investigation, and I would appreciate it
if you would allow him to do his job, unhindered.
Throughout the bullet for further inspection. Yes, sir.
You're leading the investigation.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
I'm determined that Inspector Wellington will leave his post free
from the knowledge that I am a capable detective.
Thank you, Miss Scarlet.
I need to find the revolver that fired this.
Tomorrow I help you.
Not tonight.
Why? I'm busy.
Do what? That be my business.
Moses!
I just need one hour of your time, please?
And you saw this man?
Only fleetingly.
I would guess he was in his late forties.
As I mentioned, he had a photograph.
He consulted before he fired
An assassin whose weapon of choice is
at least 30 years old.
I'd wager ex-army.
Those men from the Crimea returned, stuck in time.
And India always fighting battles in their sleep.
A gun for hire so they can buy their whiskey to keep them warm.
Do you
know anyone that fits that description? No.
But I know a man who might.
Welcome to my Aladdin's cave.
A lady like herself is sure to find something that digs your fancy.
Perhaps later. Masks from the warlords of Africa.
Drugs walked upon by the soul of Persia himself.
Poisoned from the blood fang.
The Viper venom.
From the devil scathed scorpion.
I never knew such creatures existed.
Two rubs on a man's skin will send him to sleep.
Three and he'll never wake up.
I put a few drops on my cash's register every night
to stop thieves from robbing me.
Does it work? Ask him.
Solomon, the bullet.
Oh, I think a sold a box of balls for such a weapon
only last week. Rich, white fellow.
I mentioned the tavern he was particularly fond of.
My memory is not what it used to be.
As poor as my sight these days.
Oh, yes.
It's all coming back to me now.
You were gone an age!
What on earth have you been doing?
The gunman's name is Isaac Marshall.
Spent the last ten years in Barbican jail for armed robbery.
Released a few weeks back.
That's his address.
Oh, good work.
The rookery.
Oh, no time at present.
Come along.
Your hour is up.
Three hours ago.
I have another job to do.
No! Fine.
Then I'll just have to go on my own then.
The rookery is the most violent slum in the city.
You go there you will not come out alive.
Well, then it's a good job you come in with me, then.
No, I am not.
Sir, I have a request.
Concerning? The Nash case.
I would very much appreciate your help.
Well, guidance.
You are the lead detective
on this investigation.
If you require more resources than you have an entire team at your disposal.
Yes, sir. On that.
They may have gone to the fact.
May have?
Definitely have. Then tell them to come back, Fitzroy.
You are the superior officer.
You need to demand the respect.
Yes, sir. Absolutely.
And how exactly would one
go about such a thing?
Hello, Darlin'.
I must warn you, I'm working for Scotland Yard.
There are undercover officers all around watching us.
Where?
I knew you come.
No, you did not.
And thiefs
would have rubbed you and cut your throat!
Next time listen to me when I warn you!
Eliza.
It wasn't Nash
the gunman was aiming for.
It was you.
Ah, Inspector Wellington.
I wondered if I might have a word?
Can I help you, Mr. Potts?
It's a sensitive but pressing issue.
A personal matter
if you will concerning myself in Miss Scarlet.
As you all not aware, myself and the housekeeper Miss Woods
are enjoying a friendship,
at present. Yes, I am aware, Mr. Potts.
And for the sake at this friendship
I would like to find some accord with Miss Scarlet.
However, this is problematic when she insists on gaining entry to my mortuary.
I need not remind you, Inspector Women are not allowed.
Precisely. So
Come, I request before the departure to Scotland
You speak with a lady?
I understand, she listens to you.
Did I say something to amuse you, Chief Inspector? More than you could ever know.
Now, if you'll excuse me, Mr.
Potts, I need to go and drag half of my department over the fact
it needs to get back to work.
Sir, the ballistics report has come back.
As we suspected.
The bullet looks to have been fired from a cap and ball revolver.
Most likely an old Navy colt.
And it confirms a weapon we suspected.
That is not why I bring this to your attention.
The report outlines only two bullets examined.
There were three, I believe Miss Scarlet
may have taken the third. Inspector.
Yes, Mr. Potts,
I'm aware of your opinion of Miss Scarlet, but I do not have time to hear it again.
No, no, no, it's not that.
Although it is disappointing to hear that she runs rings around you much as
she does me.
No. It's that, this very morning
I have taken possession of a cadaver found in the Rookeries slums,
and in his right ventricle was launched a lead ball,
just like the one you described.
What was he wearing?
hobnailed boots, a green coat.
That fits Miss Scarlets description of the gunman.
Let's say he's tall, too.
What else can you tell from looking at him?
His skin's got a slight yellowish tinge.
Jaundice, perhaps a heavy drinker. Good.
Well done.
You have the postmortem file, Mr. Potts.
I have it here somewhere.
You'll have to forgive me, Inspector.
We're running rather behind today.
One of our columnists, Mr.
Wormsley, is now and again infected with a terrible ague.
Here we are.
I say I hear it's more likely
malaria brought on from his time of service in the indies.
You know, muscle pain, dysentery, leg...
Thank you, Mr. Potts.
His name's Isaac Marshall.
He has an identity card on his person from work jail
released on the 12th of this month.
Now, this is your investigation.
What would you recommend as a next step?
If he's been to prison
he'll have a criminal record.
We can gather a list of known associates... and make a detective review yet.
M for Marshall, once we have a list, call the men
in meeting in two suspects each to chase down.
I'll ask them. No,
you will tell them.
Yes, absolutely.
Oh, here it is.
That's odd.
The original files are missing, but we have the carbon copies.
Here's a list of known associates.
Anything?
It's hard to say, I have to cross-check now.
Here's his prison record from Warren jail.
Isaac Marshall's police file.
Original copies. I will look at his prison record.
There's a name under.
You might recognize? His sur name.
Joseph Simms.
Your first of your case.
You think he hired Marshall to kill me?
You stopped him from inheriting a fortune.
Not to mention he did a years hard labor because of you.
Did? Simmons was released from jail last week.
You say Miss Scarlet poisoned this Simms character.
The hefty dose of laudanum.
He was out for almost an hour.
She killed him. She's quite something, is she not?
Wait here in case she comes back.
But if I stay here, how am I to continue to lead the case?
I'll be running the investigation from now on.
With respect, sir, the superintendent said... I don't have time
to hold your hand any more.
Not something that's important. You wait here.
Whilst I go and look for Miss Scarlet. No!
What?
I'm attempting to follow your guidance to stand up for myself to
demonstrate leadership.
So I would appreciate if you show me some faith in the time we have left.
Let me give you another piece of guidance.
You speak to a superior officer like that, and you will find yourself
in serious trouble. What do you care?
You're going to Glasgow to suit your own ambitions, and to hell with the rest of us.
Do you know why I'm leaving Detective Fitzroy?
Not of choice or ambition.
I'm leaving because of you,
because your father wants someone to blame for your shortcomings.
And I am the one that he has chosen. NOW STAY HERE.
That's an order.
What are you looking for?
I don't know yet, but I do know how much money is in my bag,
Clementine, don't even think about it.
Hello Moses.
Isaac Marshall is dead.
Shot to the heart.
Laid out punishment for the mess up over my shooting.
You think it was Simms? Most likely.
That's his file.
These are my case notes
including aliases and past addresses.
There are several, but
I would start with this one.
I'll go to Scotland Yard, and alert the Inspector.
Clementine, go to Miss Scarlet's office.
Wait there in case the inspector turns up.
I'll get my boots.
He may find out where I live,
You must warn Ivy.
I'll go straight there.
I'll send a message to Scotland Yard, wait here.
Right. I'm off.
And don't worry, Miss Scarlet, you can count on me.
Hamd it over. What?
My money.
Fine.
I have a telegram for Inspector Wellington. I was told he was here.
I'll take it. Sir.
What's that girl gone and done now? It's hard to
explain. I'll have you somewhere safe.
Where is she? Is she safe. She is.
You have my word, Ivy.
Inspector. Moses.
I take it you did not get my telegram
What telegram?
Police, get down on the ground.
I said on the ground.
Easy son. I am not your son.
You would refer to me as sir or detective.
Is just you, ist it son?
I mean sir.
Get your hands in the air.
Get down on the ground.
Which one is it?
I can't go down without lowering my hands.
Stop talking.
Just do it.
Try not to move.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Stay still.
Who are you?
I'm Inspector Wellington of Scotland Yard.
I need to speak to Miss Scarlet right away.
Hello Miss Scarlet.
How did you find me?
Your associate, Clementine, is it?
Not the brightest spark in the box.
First things first.
I believe you owe me an apology.
For what?
Taking my inheritance.
Making me kill my old cell mate. I didn't make you kill anyone.
You're insane.
So would you be after years hard labor.
Have you any idea what that does to a man?
There's no excuse for murder.
Well, Isaac deserved it for his cock up.
Unlike him,
my aim will be a sober one. Wait, wait.
I have money
enough to bye you a safe passage to wherever you wish to go.
Tell me where it is. Now!
It that all there is?
That's a month wages.
Still never to my notes are free money.
My. This is to be my last moment.
At least let me have a drink.
Would you care to join me?
You up to something. I'm not.
You trying to stall me.
It's a simple last request for a drink.
I expect laudanum, is it?
Or have you changed your poison of choice.
You're right.
I have changed my poison of choice.
Venom from the devil's girl scorpion.
Is it a joke?
Oh, that's what I thought at first.
But now it turns out it's rather potent.
I didn't take the drink.
I didn't put it in your drink, Mr. Simms,
I put a few drops in the money you just touched.
An insurance policy in case something went wrong and somehow you found me.
I say somehow, I instructed Clementine to give you this address.
She knows exactly what Inspector Wellington looks like.
She's been arrested by him enough times.
I do hope
these are still usable.
You'll never ceases to amaze me.
Thank you, Moses.
What makes you think it was a compliment?
Inspector. Moses.
How is Inspector Fitzroy?
He'll be fine.
It's just the flesh wound. Goodness.
It's lucky you were there.
I seem to remember saying that you next time you poisoned someone
that I will have you arrested. Really?
I don't remember that.
When do you leave Glasgow?
Tonight.
Takin the 10 o'clock.
You know, Scotland isn't so far.
Just a few hours by train.
And when I have need to be back in London you will be the first
on my list to call upon.
So this isn't good bye.
Goodbye for now.
Duke!
All done here?
Eliza. I came to tell you the most marveloused news.
I'm engaged. What?
Who to? I get to meet him.
But his father is a Viscount, so my aunt is happy.
She's right, Eliza.
What is the point of me waiting any longer? So that you find someone that you like.
I have liked many gentlemen in the past.
The trouble is
it has not been reciprocated.
And I'm fine with that.
Let us sit down and talk this through.
There's nothing to talk through. It is all been arranged.
My aunt is even throwing an engagement party tonight.
Tonight?
Isn't this all a bit rushed?
Perhaps she's worried he may changed his mind.
Will you come?
Of course I will... Splendid and bring Miss Woods.
More people I like there the better.
Until tonight, then.
Goodbye, Eliza.
Curious tale.
On which leads me to conclude that it's entirely your fault,
I was shocked Afraid so
Mr. Nash, many apologize.
No need.
I always wanted a walking cane.
And now I have an excuse to use one
for a while at least.
I had my men bring in a selection.
I choose this one.
Three Lions of the British Empire.
You're irish.
When it suits,
and sometimes it does not.
I came to give you this.
Given the assassin's bullet was for me, I think it only fair
I return your fee.
This is the money that you poisoned.
Well, I believe enough time has passed to be quite safe.
Tempting, but you keep it.
Let's call it a down payment
for next case, I throw you away.
Then I'll take my leave
Mr. Nash. Thank you for coming to see me.
It's nice to know you care.
I prefer this one.
No, I like this one.
I do hope I am worthy enough
to accompany you to such an illustrious gathering.
You scraped up very nicely, dear Barnabas.
So have you, Ivy.
Eliza. You are here. Hattie, you alright?
I am actualy.
Oh, Eliza
This is Mr.
Peters, my fiancee.
It's lovely to meet you, Mr. Peters.
You need to speak with him slowly so he can read your lips.
Is he deaf?
He's not.
Can't speak a lot of English.
Harriet, there you are.
Are you looking after Ludwig?
I am aunt.
Now, come along. The pair of you.
There are other guests to meet apart from Miss Scarlet.
Thank you.
The commissioner wants to see you.
I need to catch my train, Sir.
It's important.
You were given a simple instruction.
Teach my son.
Show him the ropes.
Knock some
Knock some gumption into him. But now he lies wounded in a hospital bed.
He went alone to apprehend an armed criminal.
With respect, Sir, that was not my fault. NO?
Then whose is it then?
Yours.
Mine?
In your son's desire to prove himself to you.
He risked his own life.
The blame lies at your door and no one else's.
Now, if you'll excuse me, Sir. You think I'm going to let you walk away with it?
You'll be charged with dereliction of duty.
Have him arrested pending a hearing
Sir, let's be... If you do not, I will replace you with somebody who will.
That's enough.
Inspector Wellington should be commended, not punished.
What the devil are you doing here I discharged myself?
I've come to speak with you, Father.
This is not the time. Leave us.
No.
Inspector Wellington is the finest officer in this force.
He has shown me nothing but patience and kindness.
And he will not be forced from his job.
Nor will he face any charges. If he does, I should resign.
Then go ahead.
Resign.
Very well.
But it will not be just me.
I organized a vote and the result was unanimous.
Inspector Wellington stays or
every man here resigns.
Detective Bailey, do you agree?
I do. Detective Daniels.
I do.
Detective Phelbs. Yep.
I'm sure you would rather avoid the embarrassing headlines of Police
Commissioners son leads mass revolt.
And I do not look upon it as losing a niece,
but gaining a nephew. To the happy couple.
Ivy. Inspector, didn't know you were coming.
Is Eliza here?
William?
Where have you been?
I went to Scotland Yard, to your house.
And I searched for you.
I've been to Mrs. Parker's party.
It's curious how even a happy occasion can put a smile on that woman's face.
How did you know I was here?
You always here.
William, there's something
I want to say.
Something I should have said much sooner than this.
Well,
What are you doing here?
You got your train.
There's been a change of plan.
The commissioner has decided that I can keep my current position.
Well persuaded might be a better term. You staying in London?
It's a long story.
I'm more interested in what you were going to say.
What I was going to say? Yes.
Well, you're staying now.
So what does it matter?
It matters to me.
She's here.
Oh, oh, thank goodness.
Lizzie, where have you been?
I've been worried sick.
Miss Scarlet.
You really should show more consideration.
Miss Woods had quite a fright, which could find you at the party or home.
Don't make a fuss, Barnabas.
We found her safe and sound.
Now what say we carry on
merriment on inside. A nightcap.
Perhaps I know where she has a sherry.
I think you've had quite enough sherry for one night.
Maybe a parlour game of some sort,
rather partial to charades.
You are so clever, Barnabas.
I love charades.
Come on.
Please you're coming in to.
Tell me what you were going to say and I will. Now it's not the time.
I don't want to Mr. Potts waiting.
I'll tell you tomorrow.
No, you won't.
No, I won't.
I hate charades.
That's because you're not very good at it.
I'm better than you.
It's not a competition William.
Eliza, It's always a competition.