[clock ticks]
[casket lid creaks, thuds closed]
- [watch ticks] - [clock continues ticking]
[clock strikes]
[tense music plays]
- [gasps] - [all exclaim]
He's alive.
[groans]
Jimmy! Jimmy, I thought you were dead.
Who did this to you? Who shot you?
If you'll allow me, Lady Eileen.
- Thank you. - [Jimmy groans]
- Did you get him? - Get who, sir?
The masked man.
Hmm? Masked?
I-I-I heard a noise, and came down
to find him trying to escape via the window.
The fellow was as strong as an ox.
Where's Dr. Matip?
He appears not to have come down.
- [Jimmy groans] - Lady Eileen, wait. Wait!
Is he dead?
No.
More a mild sedation than a knockout blow.
That's the same sleeping draft that killed Gerry.
Hmm?
The one that Lady Coote gave to Emily.
Don't you see?
Another poisoning and an attempted murder.
- Isn't it obvious what's been happening? - Not obvious, no.
I believe that some things are not as they seem,
and other things
are exactly as they seem.
What on earth does that mean?
Dr. Matip's belongings.
They've been stolen.
[bold and moody music plays]
[alarm clock rings]
[Battle] Ladies and gentlemen, the premises have been secured.
No one is allowed to leave without my permission.
The doctor has attended to Mr. Thesiger and is now with Dr. Matip.
- Battle, this cannot be allowed to stand. - Mmm?
I assured Dr. Matip that this abbey is the safest place known to man.
The prime minister will have my guts for garters.
Do something.
I already have, Mr. Lomax.
My men apprehended a miscreant who was trying to break in.
- Lads, bring her in. - [man] Yes, sir.
[ominous music plays]
- Loraine? - Loraine?
Hello, Jimmy. I think I've been rather silly.
You know this lady?
- We both do. - [Loraine] Jimmy's the reason I'm here.
You're the only one who's shown me any kindness since Gerry died.
Thought you might be in danger. Couldn't stop myself.
[Jimmy] Loraine, I had no idea.
Excu-- Excuse me, has she been searched?
She has, sir. There's nothing on her.
- What am I supposed to have done? - I can testify.
It was a burly chap that tried to take me out.
Where is Sir Oswald?
That is a very good question, Lady Eileen.
- I thought so. - I'm sure I saw him.
No, he hasn't come down, even with all this commotion.
Now, that's very unlike him. He's usually the first to complain.
[suspenseful music plays]
[door closes]
What are you all doing up?
Where have you been, Oswald?
Oh, took a walk.
Found this.
Uh...
Eh.
Oh?
- The chap's been shot there, you know. - [grunts]
Aye.
Yes, found it on the lawn.
Uh, yes. Thank you. I'll take that.
- [groans] - Mauser, by the looks of it.
May I suggest, sir, that you would have been wiser
to leave this exactly as you found it?
Well! Sorry, I'm sure.
Why were you on the lawn, Sir Oswald?
Couldn't sleep, took a stroll. Found that.
- Did you? - [Oswald] Yup.
Possibly dropped by Jimmy's assailant
as he took to his heels.
[Oswald] Mmm, I've obviously missed a to-do in here.
Ooh. An extra girl too. Who's that?
Uh, I must ask you all to return to your rooms
while my men and I attend to our business.
Um, Mr. Lomax, I shall house our new arrival
in one of the bedrooms temporarily. She will remain under supervision.
Now, these grounds are fully patrolled. No one is to enter or leave.
I hope to have more information for you after first light,
but for now, please, to your rooms.
[intriguing music plays]
[birds chirp]
[inhales sharply]
[knocking at door]
- [Lomax clears throat] - Oh.
- Ah. Hmm. - Mr. Lomax.
Do not fret, do not fret. The policemen are all still on duty.
I see you too could not sleep.
We are both so very,
excuse my French, sympa. [chuckles]
- We are? - Fear not. No trespass.
I would not dream of going further. Of course, one can dream.
- Was there something you wanted? - Of course, you sense it.
I knew you would.
This is your instinct, coarse and untrained as it is.
Why are you at my door?
I must be direct.
It is what you demand. It is your very essence.
[softly] Be direct, Lomax, or else your world shall boil.
- Are you quite all right? - [chuckles nervously]
[inhales deeply] I hope to be.
I hope to be.
Were I to be granted permission to take your...
[Lomax chuckles]
Oh, goodness.
[chuckles] Surely, you don't mean...
You understand. And how very you.
Mr. Lomax, are you asking me to marry you?
I am.
All I request in return
is a small acknowledgment of my love and affection for y--
Oh.
Lady Eileen?
[groans]
[sighs]
[spits]
[shivers]
[mysterious music plays]
Good morning, Lady Eileen.
I trust everything is in order?
Not entirely, no.
I just narrowly escaped a proposal of marriage
from George Lomax.
What do you think about that?
Well, the more pertinent question would surely be
what do you think about that?
I don't really want to think about it. Don't like it one bit.
Now, what are we looking at?
[scoffs]
"We" are not looking at anything.
Very much mistaken, Superintendent.
Please explain your preoccupation with this lawn.
I am concerned with matters of footprints.
Sir Oswald's? Or Jimmy's attacker?
No, wait.
There's only one set.
Quite.
- That dent. - Mmm?
Is that where Sir Oswald found the pistol?
We must presume so, yeah.
Dropped by Jimmy's attacker on the run.
Except if there's only one set of footprints,
then that can't apply, can it?
But Sir Oswald told us that he found the gun on the lawn.
I see your preoccupation.
[chuckles]
Only one set of footprints,
yet we are led to believe that there were two people out here.
Hmm.
It doesn't add up, does it?
Many things do not.
Made quite a dent, that pistol.
Scuffed this beautiful grass.
Which seems odd if it was just dropped by someone on the run.
I suppose my working thesis would be...
it was thrown.
From quite some distance.
With quite some heft.
What do you think about Sir Oswald?
Oh. Now, I think a great many things, Lady Eileen,
but until thinking becomes knowing, then I prefer not to say them out loud.
A very novel approach.
Mmm.
I do hope it catches on.
Uh, I have asked my men to, uh, call everyone inside.
You've been most helpful.
Have I? In what way?
Two bullets.
One found in this room, the other...
outside.
Now...
- [softly] Miss Wade... Miss Wade? - Now, this bullet... uh, was fired from--
- La-- Lady Coote, is there a problem? - Yes.
- You seem to have an earring missing. - Am I?
- If we could perhaps concentrate... - I am.
These were a gift from my brother. It must be in my room. I have to get it.
Will one of your constables come with me?
We shan't be a moment.
Turner, off you go, lad. Quick smart now.
How are you feeling, Dr. Matip?
Betrayed.
I came here under the promise of complete safety.
I've been drugged. My life's work has been stolen.
And someone in this room knows more than they're telling us.
Which I will get to, Dr. Matip.
And the formula could not have left the grounds.
I have complete confidence in the Superintendent.
I'm still concerned at who took a potshot at me last night.
- Well... Well... - [Jimmy] And is he coming back?
Or is he in this room?
Sitting here among us, hmm? In plain sight.
[Lomax] What?
- What? What are you insinuating, Thesiger? - Well, I--
[sternly] Gentlemen, ladies, please.
Uh, everything in its right order.
As I was saying, two bullets--
What is this, Superintendent?
Lady Eileen, I really would like to exp--
Okay, fine.
[bullet rattles]
Exhibit Z.
This is, or rather, once was, a glove.
Found in the fire grate. Almost completely burned, but not quite.
Anyone care to try it on?
Mmm?
- I will, if you like. - Ah! Thank you, sir.
Most kind.
[mysterious music plays]
- There you go. - [Jimmy sighs]
It has very ragged edges.
Are they teeth marks?
- Why would there be teeth marks? - [shushes]
[Battle] Ah.
You see? Very large. [mutters]
Much too large for you, sir.
Thank you.
Right.
Now, if I could please return to the matter of the two bullets,
one found in this room, the other outside.
This bullet was fired from Mr. Thesiger's Colt 11.
- Leopold. - Wait, thank you. Leop...?
It grazed the window sash,
and I found it embedded in the trunk of that yew tree.
Whereas this fella...
was fired from the Mauser 32 semiautomatic,
and having made its way through Mr. Thesiger's arm...
A limb to which I remain very much attached.
- [angrily] Yes, thank you, Mr. Thesiger. - [softly] Sorry.
[normally] ...it embedded itself in this armchair.
Shot from the weapon discovered on the lawn by Sir Oswald,
whose fingerprints remain the only ones present on the weapon.
Unless, of course, whoever else handled it wore gloves.
I still don't understand the teeth marks. Why would...
- Sorry. Sorry, carry on. - Thank you.
Could one of our gentlemen take this gun
and, uh, throw it?
Sir Oswald, perhaps?
- Me? - Oh, very kind, sir.
- Well... - Step this way, into the window.
- Come, come. - [sighs]
[Battle] And fling it into the middle of the lawn.
- Fling it? - If you would, sir.
Give it a-- a good old fling
while I nip outside.
[Lady Coote] Are we sure about this policeman?
Is he allowed to ask Oswald to fling things like this?
We're trying to find out what's happened, Lady Coote.
- [Oswald] All right. - Hmm.
[Oswald] There you are.
[Jimmy clears throat]
Away you go.
[grunts]
- A marvelous fling, Sir Oswald. - I don't need your praise, Bateman.
N-No, sir. Quite right.
This is a bit of rum do, isn't it?
Flinging firearms about before a chap's had a chance to dissect a kipper.
[door opens in distance]
[Oswald] Huh. Satisfied, Superintendent?
Yes. Thank you, Sir Oswald. Uh...
The gun made precisely the same dent as previously.
Uh, though you managed to throw it a good ten yards further,
but then you're a very powerfully built man,
aren't you, Sir Oswald?
I'm not clear what you're implying, Battle.
Not implying anything, sir. Merely testing for facts.
- It seems clear enough to me. - Eh?
The attacker, having drugged Matip,
stolen the documents and shimmied down the ivy,
encounters Thesiger,
fires a shot, bang, disabling Thesiger,
then flings away the weapon,
runs along the terrace and down the gravel path.
Where he would have been caught by my men, as Miss Wade was.
Oh, a still absent Miss Wade.
Huh.
I think I might go and fetch Miss Wade myself.
Uh, everyone remain here, please.
Officer! No one else is to leave.
- [officer] No, sir. - [Bundle] Obviously, he doesn't mean me.
[suspenseful music plays]
Turner.
Oh, no.
Dear God, he has taken quite a blow.
[exclaims] No Loraine.
[Battle grumbles]
[engine whirs]
What's going on now, Superintendent? We heard the sound of a car.
Yours, I'm afraid, with Loraine Wade leaving in it.
- What? - Boys, with me.
[Bill and Jimmy] What?
It was Loraine who attacked you in the library?
I know the difference between a chap and a chapess.
[Battle] Lady Eileen, this is my investigation.
- Well, hurry up, then. - No, superintendent.
- Not that way. - What? Hmm?
I had your car moved further round the back.
Bit of an eyesore.
Is it?
[dramatic music plays]
I'm sticking to the main road because I think she wants speed.
I wonder if we should swing past the railway station.
She might try and switch modes.
Spoken like a true criminal mastermind, Jimmy.
- Thank you, William. - [car rattles]
Steady on, Bundle. We'd all like to survive the journey.
[Bundle] Do not criticize my driving, Jimmy.
It's already been an intolerable enough day,
what with Loraine and... dreadful marriage proposal.
- What? Who proposed to you? - George Lomax. Awful.
But you can't marry Lomax.
On that, we are agreed.
Well, you'd live a very, very comfortable life.
- I do not want a comfortable life. - That much is apparent from your driving.
[dramatic music continues]
- [Jimmy] Bundle, stop, stop, stop, stop! - [brakes squeal]
See? What did I tell you?
- Check the platforms. - [policeman blows whistle]
[clock strikes]
Out of the way! National emergency.
You take these two! I'll take three and four!
Uh...
[man] All aboard! Last call.
[Bundle] No. Sorry.
Bundle, there. Platform One. Getting on the train. Come on!
- [Jimmy] Bundle! - Move!
- Sorry. - Out of my way!
- No! [grunts] - [blows whistle and groans]
- Jimmy. - Coming. Hold the train!
- Hurry up. You're making us late. - Thank you, sir. Thank you.
[train whistle blows]
[steam hisses]
[train creaks]
[dramatic music continues]
Hello, have you seen a woman in a hurry with a manila envelope?
She has a guilty expression.
- No? - [Bundle] Anyone? No?
She's very good-looking.
Look, why don't I go on a couple of carriages
while you check all the seats?
There's no sense us all covering the same ground.
Is that wise, old chap? She got the better of a police officer earlier.
She doesn't frighten me, Jimmy.
Bill, where did you get that?
Grabbed it when I heard the commotion upstairs at Wyvern.
[Bundle] That's evidence!
You need protecting, Bundle.
Is it just me, or is friend William acting a tad peculiar?
Why was he so keen to go on ahead?
What are you suggesting?
What if Bill drugged Matip and then took the formula
and threw it down to Loraine, who was skulking in the grounds,
and then attacked me to divert attention while she tried to escape?
His room was empty when I was in there.
He knew our plan for watching, he knew where I was supposed to be,
and he knew he had a clear run.
[tense music plays]
He was with me when I first went to Seven Dials,
when I was locked in that room.
So you think he and Loraine are in cahoots?
I think we should watch our step.
Sorry.
[train whistle blows]
- Bill? - [Bill] Bundle?
Over here. I've got her.
[softly] How convenient. Careful, Bundle.
She had the sample and the formula. That proves she's behind it all.
I've been trying to tell him he's got it wrong.
I can explain everything.
You're going to have to.
Why did you run and take the formula?
For Gerry.
It's why he was killed.
- I'm doing it in his honor. - I don't believe you for a second.
You think all those men can be trusted? Gerry didn't.
Stop talking about Gerry.
You think you can use him as a way out of this?
You drugged Matip with the same poison that killed Gerry.
I thought it was Lady Coote,
but now I know it was you.
You were at the party at Chimneys.
You poisoned Gerry.
[chuckles dryly] You've got it all wrong.
I just don't have the full picture yet.
You can't have attacked Jimmy.
- Bundle, please, I have this in hand. - Bill, quiet.
- Show me your ticket. - [Bill and Jimmy] What?
- Beg your pardon? - I said show me your ticket!
- [scoffs] - Or Bill will shoot you. Won't you, Bill?
Yes, yes.
[exhales]
You really are the strangest of creatures.
Bundle, there's a time and place for a ticket inspection.
- Jimmy, keep up. - I fail to see how-- Oh.
This was all planned.
She had time at the Abbey to plot her escape.
She made for this specific train.
I thought perhaps you were meeting someone at the other end, but...
this ticket only goes as far as the next stop.
Is that where you're handing over the formula?
Oh.
[sighs]
Help me out, Jimmy.
[inhales sharply]
Jimmy! Jimmy, lower that gun.
[musical arrangement turns melancholic]
Jimmy, no.
Loraine. [sighs]
[clicks tongue]
I am afraid I am the rest of the picture.
The glove in the grate.
That's why the Superintendent was so interested in it.
And the teeth marks.
It all makes sense now.
I beg your pardon?
You hold a gun in your left hand.
What of it?
There was no attacker at Wyvern Abbey.
You faked it all.
Shot your own arm... so that all of us could hear it.
Wore a glove on your left hand.
A glove that was too big for you.
And to prevent fingerprints,
pulled it off with your teeth.
Then you threw it in the fire.
You threw the pistol from the library onto the lawn.
It was you that did that, not Sir Oswald.
I nearly had it.
Dash it. Can't believe Sir Oswald has a better throw than me.
And if Lomax actually stoked his fires at night,
then there wouldn't have been any remains.
You did all that just to distract us,
so that she could drug Matip and steal the formula.
You really are quite quick.
- [Bill] Well, the game's up now. - [chuckles]
Put the gun down, Jimmy.
- Bill! - Ah-ah, Bundle!
Stay where you are, please.
Thank you.
[gentle mysterious music plays]
She poisoned Gerry.
You shot Ronny.
[sighs softly]
You're a decent sort, Bundle.
But you're just a little too clever. And that makes you an inconvenience.
And if we are to pass this formula on
and, crucially, get paid,
we can't afford any more inconveniences.
Jimmy.
I would just like to say one thing.
[scoffs] What?
- Catch. - [groans]
[both grunt]
- [grunts] - [groans]
Bill. Bill, can you hear me? Bill.
Ah, he shot me.
[groans]
The bullet struck Matip's casing.
This is quite the invention.
Saved my life.
Bill, I'm going after Jimmy. He's got the formula.
No, let me go after Jimmy. You stay here.
No, you need to stop the train. It can't get to the next stop.
- They can't make their rendezvous. - How do I do that?
I don't know! Tell 'em you're from Foreign Office.
Bundle, we're in England! This is Home Office remit.
[dramatic classical music plays]
[train whistle blows]
Sorry.
[passengers chattering]
Stop the train, Bill.
Mmm.
[groans softly]
[train whistle blows]
[grunting]
[exhales sharply]
Game's up, Jimmy.
All right, everybody out, now! Right now, everybody get out.
Or I'll shoot the lot of you! Get out!
- Quicker, get out! Out. - [Bundle] Just keep moving. Keep moving.
Get out now. Go!
So you're going to shoot me?
Like you shot Ronny?
All right, yes. Yes.
That was me.
But I didn't have a choice.
He'd worked out a little too much.
[melancholic music plays]
Arranged to talk to me.
Very diligent, our Ronald.
Much good it did him.
But honestly, Bundle, I need you to understand.
I didn't do anything to Gerry.
I liked Gerry. That was all Loraine.
Laced his champagne throughout the night while smiling sweetly at him.
Then left the bottle by the bedside table so it made it look like, uh...
So it looked like something other than what it was.
[Bundle] He was your friend, Jimmy.
What about the clocks on the mantelpiece?
That was me.
Had to throw people off the scent.
I knew Ronny and Bill were messing around with the clocks,
and I'd heard Gerry mention this Seven Dials business,
and then regret it.
So it felt like a gift.
Ronny tried to tell me it was you.
When he was dying.
Tell...
Jimmy...
Thesiger...
Seven...
Dials.
I just didn't know what he meant.
It's just such a pity you've worked it out now.
When we're so close.
I suppose offering to cut you in won't make a difference?
Is that what all of this has been about?
Money?
What else? I've got myself into a bit of a tight spot.
And the truth is... I owe more than I have, and that gap's only getting larger.
That is no justification for what you've both done.
Bundle, you're not gonna shoot me.
No one will mourn for you.
I say, that's a bit harsh. My mother might.
Why shouldn't I shoot you?
For Ronny?
And for Gerry?
And for all the people you have betrayed with your plan?
You think I could come up with this?
Bundle.
I think we both know I've neither got the brains nor the contacts.
[mysterious music plays]
What are you talking about?
Put the gun down, and I'll tell you everything.
- Stop lying, Jimmy. - I'm telling the truth. Gun down.
Shoot me, you're merely killing a worker bee.
What are you talking about?
Tell me.
Loraine wasn't meeting someone at the next station.
That was never the plan.
The handover isn't to be at the next station.
It's on this train.
The one who planned it all is up at the front of the train.
Liar.
First-class compartment nearest the engine.
That's where we were supposed to meet the person that came up with it.
They brokered it. They had the contacts here and abroad.
Well, you can't shoot me now I've told you. That would be too much.
[grunts]
[Jimmy yells and groans]
Don't tell me what's too much.
[groans]
[winces] I wouldn't advise going up front, Bundle!
I really wouldn't!
Move.
- [brakes screech] - [train whistle blows]
[man exclaims]
There's a wanted man in there.
If someone could sit on him until the police arrive.
[brakes squeal]
- [steam hisses] - [passengers exclaim]
[passengers chatter surprisedly]
Oh, no, no, no, Miss Wade. You stay in there until the police arrive.
[Loraine gasps]
It's about the same size as a prison cell.
So, take your time to get accustomed.
No!
[Loraine yells and bangs]
[passengers continue chattering]
Bundle! Bundle, you wouldn't believe what just happened.
- Stay there, Bill. - Bundle? Bundle.
[Loraine bangs on door]
[ominous music plays]
[clocks ticking]
[Bundle gasps]
[music fades out]
Bundle.
- What are you doing here? - Ma?
What are you doing here?
Ooh. We-- We appear to have come to a halt.
Um... Cows on the line, do you think?
Ooh. Lord save us from bovine interruption.
What a surprise this is. Come, sit.
You're on a train.
I am indeed.
You never take the train, Ma.
You hate the world.
You hate people.
You're always telling me I should get out more.
Here I am. Out.
I braved the thronging masses.
Let me tell you, I don't like it.
Not one bit.
It was you.
All along.
It was you.
Hmm? I'm not following you, my darling.
Do not insult me.
Jimmy and Loraine were to deliver the formula
to this compartment,
where they would pass it to the person who would sell it on.
The one behind it all.
I fear we may finally need to have
a truly grown-up conversation.
I don't expect you to understand.
- No, not at first. - You killed Gerry.
I absolutely did not. That was the girl.
Far too impulsive.
She, um, believed that Gerry had uncovered our planning.
She took drastic action, far more drastic than I would ever have suggested.
The party at Chimneys, you made that happen
to gather intelligence about the formula.
And then what?
Recruited Jimmy and Loraine, so they could help you steal it?
Oh, you always did have your father's speed of thought.
Ma, that formula could help protect this country.
And you want to sell it on elsewhere?
To people who could harm us?
- You are betraying your country. - My country betrayed me.
Betrayed us.
Your father, your brother, all of us.
This family has done more in service of this country
than you will ever know.
So, I know how it operates only too well.
It allowed your brother, my son,
to be cannon fodder,
ordered to his death
by a deluded, drunken general.
Oh, and you think there was glory or honor in his sacrifice, hmm?
Because let me tell you, there was not.
His country did not protect him.
It threw him into an abattoir...
which had precisely no effect on the course of the war.
As it did nothing
to protect your father.
Because of my country,
I lost everyone I ever loved.
Not me.
No, not you.
But my...
boy. [sniffles]
My firstborn...
son.
There's no pain like it, Bundle.
You still have me, Ma.
[Lady Caterham sobs softly]
Am I not enough?
[Lady Caterham breathes deeply]
[tender music plays]
So, how are we supposed to live?
How are we, how am I, supposed to live?
Who takes care of us with your father and your brother gone, hmm?
All this,
all these deaths...
just for money?
Because we have none!
Don't you understand it, child?
What do I have? Chimneys?
Willed to me. Worthless.
The upkeep is impossible.
And if we lose it, we have nothing.
No home, no status.
This... This would have provided a solution
in one fell swoop.
- I don't recognize you, Ma. - No.
I'm not a good parent.
I...
cannot hold the hope you place in me.
Your father could.
Without him, I do run rather unfettered.
[sighs] I have kept myself hidden from you
and the world
for good reason.
Oh.
My...
sweet Bundle.
You see, I thought
with Thesiger and the girl
there was enough... distance for no one to trace it back.
Well, I thought
no one would care enough.
[gasps softly]
But I had reckoned without the force of you.
Foolish now, I see.
Mmm. [sighs]
You underestimated me.
As you overestimated me
for all your life.
Now, my darling child...
[clicks tongue] ...would you allow me to put to you a question?
Would you allow me to swiftly steal away in advance of the authorities?
[Bundle sniffles]
[chuckles sadly]
Surely you--
you wouldn't put a bullet in your own mother?
Not in her heart.
[sniffles]
But perhaps an ankle,
to slow her down.
Would you, though?
Truly?
Test me, Ma.
[laughs]
Bravo, my girl.
Bravo.
[footsteps approaching]
[door slides open]
Good Lord. Lady Eileen.
Lady... Caterham.
Of course.
Oh, I see it now.
I'm so sorry.
Do I know you?
[mournful string music playing]
[intriguing music plays]
- [handcuffs whir and click] - [sighs]
[handcuffs whir and click]
[music intensifies]
- [birds chirping] - [music fades out]
[upbeat jazzy music plays distantly]
[indistinct chattering]
[sweeping somber music plays]
[telephone rings]
[telephone continues ringing]
[dog whines]
[people applauding]
Absolute pleasure.
Cyril, please?
- [clears throat] - [clocks strikes distantly]
[Oswald chuckles]
[car door closes]
Alfred.
What are you doing here?
I've been sent to collect you, Lady Eileen.
By whom?
My employers request the pleasure of your company
at The Seven Dials Club.
Please convey my sincerest apologies at being unable to attend.
They are very insistent.
Please do not make a fuss or call out for help.
[tense music plays]
In the car, please, Lady Eileen.
This will seriously jeopardize any future employment reference.
[uneasy music playing]
[clock ticks]
[door creaks]
[door creaks and closes]
[masked man] Sit down.
So what now?
You kill me like you did the others?
At least have the decency to show yourself, Number Seven.
[curious music plays]
There's something I'd like to share with you, Lady Eileen.
[Bundle] I should jolly well think you do.
I don't understand. I thought you were all responsible for these deaths.
Quite the opposite.
The Seven Dials Society is not a malign organization, far from it.
Superintendent, please. It's been a very, very long day.
This group is an informal alliance
endeavoring to keep our world safe
in turbulent times.
Dark forces are rising
across the world.
We do all we can to prevent them from gaining supremacy,
hence my presence at Wyvern
to protect Dr. Matip and his formula,
despite the best efforts of Mr. Thesiger and Miss Wade.
I don't know why you're telling me all this.
Or why you brought me here at the end of a gun, I might add.
I thought you might not otherwise attend to hear our offer.
Hear what?
[inhales]
We would like you to join us.
You'd like me to what?
I've been monitoring and assessing you.
Assessing?
We have come to the conclusion that you would be
a more than worthwhile addition to our ranks.
Is that what you've been doing all this time?
Recruiting me?
We require a vast amount of pluck, Lady Eileen,
which you possess in abundance.
[chuckles softly]
A few years ago,
we lost one of our most important agents.
Your father.
He used to sit in that very seat.
I don't understand.
[solemn, ethereal music plays]
[sighs] I was with him when he died.
He was on a mission for The Seven Dials,
heading to meet Dr. Matip.
[Bundle] No.
He died of Spanish flu serving abroad.
[Battle] He did not. He was ambushed by our enemies.
They had discovered our existence and our plans.
[Bundle] You were there with him?
Not soon enough.
I try to protect all of those who help us.
I'm afraid I don't always succeed.
Did my mother know about this?
[Battle] Not about his death, no.
I believe she knew that he was engaged in secret work.
I think she gained knowledge of the formula
by dining in recent years with those who knew your father.
Gossip can be potent when interpreted correctly.
Of course.
Lady Eileen,
your father was our greatest agent,
but I believe that you have the potential
to far surpass him.
No one's ever said anything like that to me.
I mean every word.
- Hmm. - [Battle inhales sharply]
You are at a crossroads.
[chuckles dryly] Somewhat of an understatement, Superintendent.
As ever.
This work is dangerous.
It will require travel to far-flung places,
espionage, and a high degree of peril.
We need you, Lady Eileen.
We have a mission of the utmost urgency and danger,
and we need you to start right away.
So...
what do you say?
[clock ticking softly]
Tell me everything.
[bold and moody classical music plays]
[chuckles]
[music intensifies]
[alarm clock rings]
[bold and moody classical music continues]