♪ ♪
My name is Eliza Scarlet.
I'm a private detective.
And, please, don't say, "You're a what?"
ELIZA: I'm running this London office now,
and I can assure you, things will pick up.
We have exactly no clients.
(gun fires, Eliza gasps)
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
WILLIAM: No sniffing around or digging.
I'm not a dog, William.
What have you done?!
You look tired. You look beautiful.
♪ ♪
(thunder claps)
(whimpers)
(click)
♪ ♪
Here at Nash and Sons,
we offer the most professional of services.
And I do not boast when I say that these past few months
under my leadership have seen even greater success.
A woman, no less, at the helm
of London's most esteemed private detective agency.
(chuckles)
Eliza Scarlet, chief investigator.
One T in Scarlet, Mr. Godfrey.
Ah.
As you can see, my success here speaks for itself.
(people talking in background)
CLARENCE: Sorry to disturb you,
Miss Scarlet, but I need your sign-off
on the Whitlock case investigation.
Of course.
Another successful conclusion to one of our many cases.
And if you could ensure that our address is placed
somewhere prominent in the article, Mr. Godfrey.
(people talking in background, typewriters clacking)
(typewriters and conversations stop)
(people talking outside, horses passing)
How many times?
It's the Whitlock case or the Whitlock investigation,
not both.
I was not hired by Mr. Nash
to pretend to be a private detective.
So you said, three times.
Thank you, everyone.
You know the drill by now. (coins jingling)
Miss Scarlet, may I speak my mind? No.
I know it's not ideal that Mr. Nash's entire
staff of men have left you. Thank you...
Deserted is more an appropriate term.
But whilst he's in Paris,
it is my number-one responsibility
to make sure his business is financially viable.
As it is mine-- thank you.
So, so, as his accountant, I must advise you
in the strongest possible terms
that this, this financial practice is not prudent.
Thank you. Thank you, Miss Scarlet.
I know what I'm doing, Clarence.
Really?
Really? Because, because hiring actors
to pretend to be detectives tells me otherwise!
(door slams)
♪ ♪
So, I've done some sums. (clears throat)
And our financial situation
is not as bad as we first thought.
It is worse.
Hence my reservations
at hiring actors who purport to be employees.
It's a waste of money. It's not.
"The Illustrated Police News" will publish an article
declaring our success
since Mr. Nash left me in charge.
This, in turn, will attract more clients.
The term "more" implies we already have a full roster.
But the last time I checked, we have exactly
no clients.
(stammers)
I do not wish to lay blame
squarely at your door...
Good, because the fact they didn't want a woman
running their accounts is a question of biology, not fault.
And the same goes for Mr. Nash's staff of men.
My recollection is that Mr. Nash's men left
because of the manner in which you dealt with them.
Half of them never returned after their lunch
and the other half strolled into work when it suited.
I was trying to run a tighter ship.
(chuckles): Well, Mr. Nash's way
was a little more respectful.
Clarence, need I remind you that he's not here anymore?
I'm running this London office now,
and I can assure you, things will pick up.
If you say so.
I do.
WILLIAM: Get me the files on the local talent from Felton Street
to Bridge Lane, anyone handy with a knife.
Yes, sir.
You track down the dead man's relatives,
inform them of the stabbing. Straightaway, sir.
(people talking in background)
Hey, Duke... Not now.
(people talking in background)
OFFICER: Sir!
(forcefully): Not now!
(people talking in background)
All right, let's get started.
(conversations continue) I said, quiet!
(conversations stop, file drops on desk)
(inhales)
Now, I know this last month has been difficult...
Diabolical, more like.
But it has just been confirmed that,
as well as the additional areas in Essex and Kent,
we'll now be policing further districts
in Surrey and Middlesex, too.
(men groaning) Bloody hell, skipper,
we're flat-out as it is.
To cope with demand, all leave will be canceled
and double shifts implemented. (men groaning)
(knocks) I said not now!
It's urgent, sir. What's this?
Get to it, then.
(murmuring)
Fitzroy, Phelps.
Listen, if I want your opinion, Charlie, I will ask for it.
I'm not telling you to do anything
that I'm not already doing myself.
I haven't been home for days.
I know, skipper-- sorry.
Right, there's been a shooting in Mayfair.
Sounds like an armed robbery.
It's that place at the end of Turner Street.
The Temple of Elysium.
Elysium?
Is it a theater?
No, son.
It ain't no theater.
♪ ♪
(people talking in background)
Hello, handsome.
I've already given my statement to the officer
that was here earlier, as did my girls.
I really must insist that they be allowed home.
They've been working all night.
Well, that is as may be, but I need you and them
to tell me the chain of events.
So, an armed gunman entered the brothel...
It's not a brothel.
It is an elite gentlemen's club.
An armed gunman entered the elite gentlemen's club,
robbed it, then shot one of your punters.
A gunman came through the entrance.
He held our watchman
at gunpoint and demanded that he tie himself up.
Then he went from bedroom to bedroom robbing my clients.
My watchman managed to untie himself.
And then he went outside calling for help,
instead of tackling the gunman and protecting me and my girls,
which is what he's paid to do.
You'll need to come to the station
to make a statement, sir.
PHELPS: I need a description of the gunman.
A black scarf covering his face,
shabby cloth cap and overcoat,
average height, fair hair, and blue eyes.
PHELPS: We'll need to talk
to your punters, too.
Well, they've all left.
This is a private club, Detective.
Gentlemen come to the Temple of Elysium
to enjoy some discreet time with one of my goddesses.
Not to be part of
some police investigation.
On that, were you aware that Greek goddesses
actually lived on Mount Olympus, not Elysium?
Elysium was a paradise
for warriors favored by the gods.
I mean, there may have been some women there...
Yes, thank you for the lesson, Detective Fitzroy.
Fascinating, I'm sure.
What about the punter who was shot?
(loudly): They are not punters!
They are gentleman callers.
PHELPS: So, this gentleman caller
was sleeping off some overindulgence
and the intruder tried to rob him,
and a fight ensued.
Which I assume is why the fella got shot.
So...
(exhales): Who tended to him?
One of my girls happened to be with a doctor.
He examined him and took him off to hospital.
And what did this doctor say about his injuries?
I never asked.
Which hospital was he taken to?
I never asked.
What was the name of the man who was shot?
They never say.
And let me guess.
You never asked.
Discretion is what this place is built on, Detective.
Gentlemen come here for good reason.
There is never a good reason
to be unfaithful to your wife, madam.
Let's talk again when you're married, son.
♪ ♪
I'm in a vicious circle.
No clients means no money.
No money means no hiring of new staff.
(sighing): I'm just hoping that when this article is published,
it will attract new business.
Ivy, are you even listening to me?
Sorry.
I've just got to a really good bit in the story.
The detective has just found another dead body.
Blood everywhere.
All you ever do these days is have your nose in a book.
You're the one who told me to read novels
like a normal person, instead of your father's old law books.
Yes, but not all the time.
(sighs)
What about some freshly baked biscuits?
Will that help?
Always.
And what about Moses?
He brings in a case or two-- when's he back?
Not any time soon.
Paris seems to suit him.
Well...
What about the inspector?
I can't ask him. Why?
Things aren't quite the same since Arabella.
But I thought that ended.
Well, yes, but we haven't seen each other in a while.
Why not?
Because I've been busy.
No, you haven't.
Go and see him, Lizzie.
(sighs)
Ah! Back!
The rest are for Barnabus.
♪ ♪
(clamoring in background) Excuse me.
Jim.
Hey. Watch out, sir.
Here we go-- thank you very much.
(clears throat)
(clamoring in background)
William, there you are.
I thought perhaps you'd left for the evening.
(door closes)
You look tired.
You look beautiful.
♪ ♪
Oh...
(chuckling): Thank you.
So, to what do I owe this unexpected visit?
Well, I was just passing and thought I'd pop in
to visit my oldest friend.
Passing?
To where at this time of night? Dinner.
With whom? Well, you wouldn't know them.
Because they don't exist?
What's that supposed to mean?
I know you, Eliza.
You neither pass nor pop,
you premeditate.
Now, I'm afraid, is not a good time.
We are experiencing an unprecedented level of cases.
I cannot go into why...
Well, because of the further expansion
of Scotland Yard's jurisdiction.
That's classified information at the moment.
How do you know that?
I read it in the report
that's on your desk. (inhales)
Well, it seems you could do with more manpower.
(chuckling): So, how fortuitous that I should drop by.
Since I'm now in charge at Nash and Sons,
I have a large team of men at my disposal.
Ah, there it is.
(sighs): The real reason that you're here.
(stammers)
You were the one who brought up being understaffed.
All I'm saying...
Yes, Eliza, I know exactly what you're saying.
I always know exactly what you're saying,
even when you're not saying it.
Good night.
♪ ♪
Thank you.
(people talking softly in background)
(papers rustling)
I can confirm he is the only patient
that was brought in today with a gunshot wound to the leg.
I need the gentleman's name.
He refused to share it when he was admitted.
And since then, he's been administered laudanum
for the pain.
It'll be some time before he's able to talk.
Thank you, Nurse.
Matron.
Oh, straighten that cap, Sister! Yes, Matron.
And see to the patient in room five!
Reminds me of my missus.
Well... (exhales)
There's not much more we can do here tonight.
We'll come back in the morning
when he's compos mentis, find out who he is then.
(quietly): I know exactly who he is.
I've seen him at meetings with my father.
He's a government minister, Charlie.
♪ ♪
(bell tolling in distance)
(sighs)
(sighs heavily)
I have all the files here, Inspector.
And once we've gone through these,
I'll take you through to the adjoining room
where there are even more cadavers for your attention.
I can hardly wait. (sighs)
I do not exaggerate when I say we are bursting at the seams.
Our coroner, Mr. Wormsley's, agitated indeed.
He is a precise man who, who prides himself
on his meticulous examinations.
Yet since this expansion, he has felt--
and I hope I betray no confidence here--
disgruntled, to say the least.
(sighs)
Yes, well, I share Mr. Wormsley's concern, Mr. Potts.
Mm. Thank you.
COMMISSIONER FITZROY: Wellington.
Sir.
Commissioner Fitzroy.
May I say what a, what a pleasure it is
to have you here in person.
Leave us.
(clears throat): I have a delicate matter to discuss with you.
The brothel, in Mayfair.
The man who was shot comes from the Home Office,
and he was not the only gentleman of influence there.
Most of the possessions that were stolen
have personal messages and family crests
engraved on them,
so you can imagine it would not be ideal
if it became public knowledge where they were lost.
Yes, I can see that, sir.
Which is why we are going to make it our absolute priority
to find out who did this and to get those possessions back.
Yes. And I want you to lead the case yourself.
(clears throat)
Well, sir, you, uh, told me to specifically oversee
all active investigations.
Oh, forget what I told you.
Many of these men have a say in my budgets.
They could make my life... (clears throat)
...difficult.
So, you will lead this case
and you will resolve it with speed and discretion.
And, if you do not, I will hold you
directly responsible.
Is that understood, Wellington?
Yes, sir.
(birds twittering)
I won't tell you again, I want no part in this.
Any association with that place would be catastrophic for me.
I'm not just a government minister,
I'm a married man with children.
Yes.
Nevertheless, sir,
there are some questions that I have to ask.
So, the gunman came into the bedroom,
demanded your possessions...
(exhales): I need some pain relief!
And I will send for the nurse
when you have answered my questions.
Am I under arrest?
No. Then here is my statement.
I received this gunshot in a hunting accident.
This is what I have told my wife
and this is what I will tell anyone who asks.
(grunts)
I do hope that answers any further questions, Inspector. (sighs)
VENDOR (calling): "Illustrated Police News."
Fresh off the press!
"Illustrated Police..." Excuse me.
There you go. Thank you.
VENDOR: "Illustrated Police News."
Morning, Clarence.
I have decided today is the day
our fortunes change.
Do not bother, Miss Scarlet.
I've already checked and there is no article.
But Mr. Godfrey specifically said
it would be in today's edition.
(chuckling): Oh, well, journalists will promise the moon and stars
until a bigger and better story comes along.
If, as I had advised,
you had kept our advertising account with them,
they would have prioritized us,
as they did when Mr. Nash was here.
Instead, you saw fit to cancel said account
and spend the money elsewhere.
For instance, on actors.
I'm curious, Clarence.
If you're so dissatisfied with how I run things,
why do you not leave like the rest?
Because...
I am not a quitter, Miss Scarlet.
And I believe you could be a little more grateful for that.
♪ ♪
I understand that a police investigation
might not be good for business.
Well, that's an understatement.
None of my clients will come within a mile
while there's a police presence.
And I can't afford to have this place
shut down for much longer.
Then help me with my inquiries.
Don't you want to catch whoever did this?
Oh, he'll be caught, all right.
It's not just the great and the good that come here.
I have clients from all walks of life.
They'll catch that toe-rag for me,
and when they do,
he'll wish he'd never been born.
I must insist that you don't take the law
into your own hands, madam-- we will find whoever did this.
I'm privy to many conversations, Inspector.
Judges, politicians.
And when they've had their fill of whiskey and women,
they like a nice little chat,
and I'm a very good listener.
Word is they're not very happy with the great Scotland Yard.
From what I gather,
it's a shambles over there.
So, forgive me if I don't share your confidence.
♪ ♪
(people talking in background)
FITZROY: Sir, I've gathered files on all those with previous conviction
for armed robbery for the past three years,
but there's over 2,000 of them.
Better get on with it, then.
But, sir, it's just such a huge task
and we just don't have the manpower...
(loudly): Then tell your father what a mess we're in,
because he sure as hell won't listen to me!
(exhales)
That was, uh, that was uncalled for.
I apologize.
Permission to speak, sir?
Oliver, you don't have to ask permission.
It's just you haven't been home for days.
You, you need to rest.
Sleep is a luxury that I don't have at the moment.
Right now, we need to find a way to go through those files
and compare them to the description of the gunman.
Well, we're gonna need more men.
♪ ♪
(people talking in background)
♪ ♪
William, how nice to see you.
I received your telegram.
Although I must admit I was unsure
whether I'd have time to fit you in.
As you can see, things are extremely busy at present.
Sorry to disturb you, Miss Scarlet,
but I need your sign-off on the Whitlock investigation.
Mm.
Shall we?
(people talking in background, typewriters clacking)
So, this brothel in Mayfair...
All I can tell you is that it was an armed robbery
where one of the punters was injured with a gunshot wound.
So, I assume the fact that you're keeping his identity
confidential means that he's a man of influence.
Eliza, please don't assume anything.
It never ends well.
Well, it's an awful lot of files
you wish my men to go through.
Not to mention how vague the description of the gunman is.
Perhaps you might be willing to negotiate a higher fee?
Do you want the job or not?
Yes.
I'll take the case. Good.
Then I'll have the files delivered this afternoon.
And no sniffing around, Eliza, or digging.
I'm not a dog, William.
No, but you are relentless.
Do only what I ask of you, nothing more.
My word is my bond.
If only that were true.
(door opens)
(door closes) (quietly): Yes!
(sighs deeply)
(sighs)
I should not be doing this donkey work.
Lest we forget, Miss Scarlet,
I am a fully qualified accountant.
How could I forget, Clarence, when you remind me so often?
And with just the two of us,
this task will take days to complete. (sighs)
You're right, perhaps we do need to get some help.
(chuckling): We do not have the money to pay for extra help.
Who said anything about paying?
I couldn't believe it when I got your note, Lizzie.
Me, helping with a real investigation!
It's just like in my novel.
The detective asks his uncle for assistance.
Yes, he's an ex-policeman, but still.
Right.
This little lot is done-- I'll go and get some more.
Are we brought so low that we have to turn to your maid
for assistance?
She's more efficient than you.
For every one file you've checked, she's done five.
(inhales): Mr. Nash...
I don't care what he did or didn't do.
I'm in charge now.
And if you're so enamored with Mr. Nash,
why didn't you go to Paris with him?
What?
Go easy, hey?
I don't need advice on how to manage my employees.
Employee, singular.
When you were a girl...
Oh, please, God, no.
(quietly): Fine, I'll talk to him.
(footsteps approaching)
♪ ♪
In my determination to keep this agency afloat,
I may come across as a little terse sometimes.
I apologize.
All I was going to say about Mr. Nash
is that he has an army of paid informants,
including girls who work
at many different brothels across London.
Where would I find information on these informants?
♪ ♪
Why wasn't I told this was in here?
Well, Mr. Nash likes to keep the identity
of his informants confidential.
I'm the chief investigator!
You're the only investigator.
Right, um...
Police informants.
Legal informants.
Government informants.
Here we are.
Ladies of the night.
(people laughing in background) I adore Mr. Nash.
Always so good to me.
A very fair man-- everyone loves him.
Perhaps we could talk about something other than Mr. Nash.
So, you work at the Temple of Elysium.
For my sins.
I've heard of it.
I always thought it very clever.
A brothel themed as a mythological paradise.
Hm, well, according to the copper that came by,
women weren't even allowed in Elysium.
Well, he's right.
It was one of the three realms of the underworld
in Greek mythology.
Tartarus, the Asphodel Meadows,
and then there was Elysium, an Eden for heroes
favored by the gods.
Well, I can tell you, darling,
the men that visit me ain't no heroes.
(both chuckling)
So, this shooting.
The description of the gunman--
average height, fair hair, blue eyes--
it's a little generic.
It's a pack of lies, too.
He was tall, brown hair, brown eyes.
Me and the other girls were told to lie
to the coppers by her.
Her?
Madam Hera.
That's not her real name, of course,
just like Athena ain't mine.
Why would she tell you to lie?
Word is, she called in a favor to find the gunman herself.
You cross the madam at your own peril.
Poor old Dimitrie found that out.
Dimitrie?
The watchman that was on
when the robbery took place.
She sacked the poor sod.
♪ ♪
(people talking in background)
(rings)
♪ ♪
Welcome to Solomon's.
How can I help?
Is Solomon here?
I'm afraid my uncle's gone back to Jamaica to visit family.
Well, perhaps you could help me.
I'm an acquaintance of his, Miss Scarlet.
I'm looking for man, a watchman.
He was dismissed from a, a brothel in Mayfair.
I need to find his address-- I wish to speak with him.
I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about.
This is a shop to buy things in, Miss Scarlet.
And speaking of which,
we've just had a new delivery this very morning.
The golden vamp butterfly from the Himalayan mountains.
Very rare.
There are no golden vamp butterflies
in the Northern Hemisphere.
Ah, my mistake, yeah.
This is the golden vamp from Madagascar.
And nor are they completely golden,
just the tips of their wings.
This is very pretty.
What if I bought one?
I'll wrap it up for you.
What if I bought two?
Then I'll wrap them both.
How about three?
A watchman, you say?
Let me get my pen.
♪ ♪
Miss Scarlet.
Mr. Sinclaire.
How are you, Miss Scarlet?
Busy.
Always such a busy, busy bee.
I suppose, since you've taken over
at Nash and Sons, not that he has any sons,
time is precious.
What do you want, Mr. Sinclaire?
Why, just to tell you how hurt I am.
When I learned that you'd gone to my underling, Mr. Godfrey,
instead of directly to me,
the chief correspondent of our esteemed publication,
it was like a dagger to my heart.
You have a heart, Mr. Sinclaire.
That is welcome news.
"Basil," I said to myself,
"You and Miss Scarlet are old acquaintances, are you not?
Why on Earth would she do such a thing?"
The last time we worked together,
you printed a pack of lies-- does that help?
Ooh, lies, you say?
Like the ones you fed young Mr. Godfrey?
It seems that in your eagerness to laud your success,
it has led you down the slippery slope of dishonesty.
Oh, dear, dear me.
You see, I happen to know for a fact
that Mr. Nash's entire staff have deserted you,
and so, too, his book of clients.
And so, in my capacity as chief correspondent,
I have decided that I will be the one to write the article,
and it shall be one based on the truth:
that the once most successful
private investigation agency in London
is now on the verge of collapse. (gasps)
And it is all thanks
to the lady detective.
(cab approaching) Ah.
(whistles)
DRIVER: Whoa.
Good day, Miss Scarlet.
Ride on!
Sir-- hup!
♪ ♪
(clamoring in background)
Let him go. Sir.
PHELPS: Any luck?
He's got an alibi, just like all the others.
So, we round up some more?
We'll make a detective of you yet, Charlie.
William.
Inspector Wellington.
Inspector Wellington, Detective Phelps.
Miss Scarlet.
Get the wagons ready.
I'll meet you out front.
I have something I need to tell you, William,
but will you promise to remain calm?
(men shouting in background)
You hired actors to pose as your staff of detectives?
I knew you'd react like this.
You fooled me into hiring you! How would you like me to react?
Well, at least I did the decent thing to tell you myself,
rather than you reading it in Sinclaire's rag.
The decent thing was not to lie to me in the first place.
There's nothing you can say that I haven't already said
to myself. Oh, I'm quite sure that there is.
It's all very well
for you in your comfortable job.
I haven't slept for weeks worrying about mine.
My God, Eliza, there is nothing comfortable about my job,
and if you had any shred of concern
for anyone other than yourself,
then you would know this!
♪ ♪
FITZROY: Good day, Miss Scarlet.
Is, is all well?
Not remotely.
But never mind that.
You're on the brothel robbery?
I am.
Good.
Because I have some information I'd like to share with you.
So, the madam lied about the description of the gunman.
Apparently so.
I've also put the feelers out to find this dismissed watchman.
Thank you, this is most helpful.
Oliver.
Inspector Wellington,
how have you found him recently?
I cannot lie, um, I'm concerned about him.
He hasn't been home for days.
He's putting all his attention on this robbery,
to the detriment of other cases,
of which there are many.
Well, then, let me help you.
Share your findings with me.
Uh, this is a highly confidential investigation.
I'm afraid I cannot.
(exhales)
However,
if I were to leave the file here,
and if I were to just pop out for a moment,
then if someone were to read the file without my knowledge,
well...
♪ ♪
The man who was shot.
Any identity yet?
(whispers): Page four.
(door closes)
(birds chirping)
(door closes softly)
♪ ♪
(footsteps approaching in hallway)
What are you doing?
Why are you not in your uniform?
I don't understand.
You are Nurse James, due to start today?
Well, this room is a disgrace!
These soiled clothes should have been disposed of yesterday!
And when you have done that, his bed needs remaking,
his temperature recorded, and bandage changed.
So get these clothes down to the basement
ready to be incinerated,
get into your uniform, and report back immediately!
Is that clear? If you would just let me speak.
I'm not a nurse.
My name is Eliza Scarlet.
I'm a private detective-- and, please,
don't say, "You're a what?"
(hinges creaking)
(door slams)
(exhales)
OFFICER: Come on, come on!
Come on, we haven't got all day.
Go, go, go!
(men talking in background)
WILLIAM: Get this lot inside, Charlie.
PHELPS: All right, you ugly lot, hurry up!
(shouting): Or you'll feel my boot where the sun don't shine!
(William clears throat)
There you are, sir.
I have new information on the Elysium case.
Go on.
The madam of the brothel lied.
The gunman wasn't fair, blue eyes, or medium height.
He was the opposite: tall, brown hair, brown eyes.
According to whom?
Miss Scarlet.
She seemed quite certain of it, too.
I think I'll pay Madam Hera a little visit.
Where's Ivy?
Gone to make dinner for someone called Barnabus.
She did take a box of files with her
to work through-- oh, this came for you.
It's a court summons for rent arrears.
(sighs)
I really could do with some good news, Clarence.
Well, the watchman you've been looking for...
He's in your office.
♪ ♪
So, the madam dismissed you after the robbery.
Because I ran outside for help instead of tackling the gunman.
I came here 20 years ago in search for better life.
But, as a watchman, I have spent those years
getting beaten up and shot at.
And when I was young, I did not mind, but...
I'm getting old.
I have children I want to see grow up.
And because of that woman,
I will not be able to put some food
on my family's table tonight.
I have no loyalty to her,
so I will tell you something.
I'm listening.
She told me to lie to the police.
When I was calling for help, I saw no gunman leave the brothel.
But if you didn't see the gunman leave, then how did he get away?
A back entrance?
There is no back entrance.
I was forbidden to ever go upstairs,
but I've heard
there is a secret way in and out.
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DIMITRIE: The building that adjoins the brothel
was once an exclusive gentlemen's club.
It shut down years ago,
but it was once frequented by the rich and powerful,
by politicians and even princes.
Legend has it that the clients would use a connecting door
into the brothel as a discreet way in.
If the door exists,
I believe that's how the gunman escaped.
ELIZA (murmuring): Three sons of Titan.
Zeus, god of the sky.
Poseidon, god of the sea.
And Hades, god of the three realms of the underworld:
Tartarus, the Asphodel Meadows,
and Elysium.
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(wood creaks, latch clicks)
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A bullet hole.
WILLIAM: Well, that's news to me.
What do you mean they've been returned?
Exactly that.
Everything stolen is in this box.
It was outside the entrance this morning.
I've got no idea who left it.
So, I will return these
to their rightful owners, and case is closed.
The case is closed when I say it is.
I'll be taking the contents of that box
back to Scotland Yard,
where it will be logged as evidence.
As for you,
you'll come with me and make a statement
explaining how you came to be in possession
of these stolen goods.
I'm quite sure, Inspector, that your superiors
have instructed you to close this case
with speed and discretion.
Taking these valuables to Scotland Yard,
and, indeed, me,
I would argue that is the
very opposite of discretion.
(chuckles)
So, we're agreed.
I will return these to my clients,
and you will leave my premises
and bother me no more.
See, you're forgetting something, madam.
There is a man lying in hospital who was shot on these premises.
Last I heard, the poor minister,
he was adamant that he was wounded in a hunting accident.
No more days out shooting for him.
Not if his wife has anything to do with it.
(breathes deeply)
(door creaks shut)
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(people talking in background)
I do not have the appetite nor the inclination
for another argument, Eliza.
My day has been vexing enough.
I do not come to argue.
I come to tell you I've made
a discovery on the brothel case.
No, Eliza...
I know who the gunman is.
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There's a hidden door
that leads from the bedroom where the minister was shot
into a room of an abandoned building,
and it's there that I found a bullet.
I believe it was discharged by the gunman as he escaped.
Trousers belonging to the minister.
They were due to be incinerated at the hospital.
So, what does this have to do with the bullet?
This was attached to the bullet.
I recognized the pattern on the cloth.
I knew I'd seen it before at hospital.
(chuckles)
So, why, why would the minister lie
and say that the gunman shot him in the bedroom?
Because he is the gunman, William.
(breathes deeply)
Why on Earth would I want to stage a robbery?
I'm a government minister, for heaven's sake!
Well, I've done some digging on you, sir,
and it would appear that you're also in grave financial straits.
I would say that that is motive enough.
Being a junior minister must be a costly business
if you hope for a promotion.
Dinners, theater trips, hosting parties with the right wine.
It must be a strain on one's resources.
(exhales)
Anyone who tells you, "It's not who you know,
but what you know," is a liar.
I needed the money to rise up the ranks,
to impress those with the power to help me advance.
So, you staged a robbery in a place where no one
would want to admit to being.
It is the favored brothel by those at the Home Office.
It seemed like the perfect place to do it.
So, while everyone thought you were in bed intoxicated,
you disguised yourself as the gunman.
And when it came to robbing yourself,
you staged a fight to make it look like
there'd been a struggle.
(inhales)
I planned to leave the gunman's attire
and what I'd stolen in the room next door.
I would then get back into bed as the drunk minister,
and no one would be any the wiser.
But then I heard the watchman on duty yelling for help outside,
and I... (sighs)
I flew into a panic.
As I squeezed through the door to the disused room,
I stumbled and fell.
And the handgun went off.
I've never used a handgun before.
Bought it from some rough type in a pub in Whitechapel.
But you had to cover the fact you'd been shot,
so you put a bullet in the bedroom floor, too.
I told the madam everything.
I had to.
I needed her help.
She was livid I'd done such a thing in her place of business,
so she instructed that I keep my mouth shut.
And she would get rid of the evidence.
Which is why she pretended to track down
the stolen possessions,
when, in fact, she had them all the time.
They would be returned to their owners,
and the case would be closed quickly and discreetly.
(chuckles)
(breathes deeply)
COMMISSIONER FITZROY: Minister Delaware will resign
and go away quietly.
And this Madam Hera,
she's up to her eyes in all this, too. Oh, no, no.
She's to be left alone.
She knows too much about too many.
Sir, um,
this expansion is crippling us.
We lack the manpower and the resources to cope.
My biggest fear is that I am sending my men
into situations that they are ill prepared for.
Someone is going to get hurt.
What would you have me do?
I cannot pluck money out of thin air.
No, sir, but, um...
But perhaps this, this case can,
can give you some more sway with the Home Office.
After all, it's for their sake that we're staying quiet.
(inhales deeply)
You are asking me to blackmail them,
a government department.
No, of course not, sir, not blackmail, more, um...
More leverage to negotiate.
(inhales deeply)
If I had my way, I would dismiss you with immediate effect
for the mere suggestion of such a thing.
(sighing): But given the flux we are in, that would benefit no one.
You are to keep your mouth shut about this case.
Is that clear, Wellington?
Perfectly, sir.
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(door slams)
ELIZA: You were simply thinking of your men.
WILLIAM: The police commissioner didn't quite see it like that.
Would you like me to have a word with him?
(both chuckle)
It's nice to see you smile.
Well, I haven't had much to smile about recently.
(breathes deeply)
I'm sorry I lied to you.
(exhales)
I did try to lead Nash's men.
But they just saw me as some bossy woman.
You're not bossy, Eliza.
You are determined.
(sighs)
Things haven't quite turned out how I'd hoped.
Sometimes I do wonder...
If it's all worth it?
You are a good detective, Eliza, very good.
And whatever happens from here,
you'll find a way to make it work.
You always do.
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Are you just saying that so that I pay
for dinner tomorrow evening?
I wasn't aware that we were due to dine.
Well, the last Wednesday of every month, we dine,
and that just happens to be tomorrow.
It's been a while since we enjoyed an evening out.
It has.
(chuckles)
Well, no more burning the midnight oil.
You must go home tonight
and rest-- I will not have you falling asleep
at the table. I take back what I said.
You are bossy.
Good night, Eliza.
Good night, William.
(door opens)
IVY: Night, Inspector.
WILLIAM: Night, Ivy.
(house door opens)
I've found something in these files
you asked me to look through. (house door closes)
The case is closed, Ivy.
It's not about the gunman.
It's about someone else entirely.
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Now I understand why you haven't sought another position
like the others.
Or gone to Paris with Mr. Nash.
The small issue of a criminal record
would have put paid to that!
You are mentioned as an associate to not one,
but three criminal gangs as their accountant.
And not a very successful one, given you've served time
for taxation fraud.
Mr. Nash hired me when no one else would.
And I shall be forever grateful for that.
I shall fetch my coat and hat.
No, don't.
Neither of us is perfect, Clarence.
And if I promise to be more accommodating,
I would like you to promise to stop comparing me to Mr. Nash.
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So, we are stuck with each other.
It seems so.
(both chuckle)
Together, Clarence, we shall once more
make this agency successful.
And those that underestimate us should do so at their own peril.
(chuckles)
Oh, um, on that, our informant from the brothel, Athena,
came by for her fee.
She likes to chat, that one.
She told me something that may be of interest to you.
(people talking in background)
Mr. Sinclaire.
Ah, Miss Scarlet.
How serendipitous.
I was intending to pay you a visit this very afternoon.
It appears you have saved me a journey.
Here is the story I have
just penned about you and your...
(inhales sharply): ...lamentable fall from grace.
Would you care to read it now?
Or perhaps you would rather wait until it's published,
which I believe it will be,
in tomorrow morning's edition.
No, it will not, Mr. Sinclaire.
In fact, you will return immediately to the office
and retract the article.
And why on Earth would I do that?
You've no doubt heard about the robbery that took place
at the brothel in Mayfair, the Temple of Elysium.
The madam has asked her girls
to reunite their regular clients
with their stolen possessions.
And one of those girls just happens to be
an associate of mine.
Athena?
She kindly allowed me to return this to you.
(clears throat)
Very nice inscription of your name.
No mention of you being chief correspondent, though.
Perhaps the next time your wife
inscribes a gift, she'll remember to include it.
Oh, and just to reassure you,
Inspector Wellington has logged it as evidence.
So, should the need ever arise to prove
your presence at the brothel, it will not be hard to do so.
Good day, Mr. Sinclaire.
Thank you.
(urging horses)
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(click)
Miss Scarlet.
If you will excuse me,
I'm taking tea with my good friend.
Theobald!
You wish to hire me?
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
ELIZA: I'm sure I'll be fine to visit such a dangerous,
violent criminal.
Alone.
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