♪ ♪
ELIZA: Moses, can you please stop breaking into my office?
I like to keep you on your toes.
(horse whinnies)
Right now I'm more concerned about him.
ELIZA: The new superintendent?
WILLIAM: Fitzroy is not equipped
to be a constable,
never mind a detective.
I will do whatever it takes
to make you proud of me, sir.
WILLIAM: It's better for both of us
to leave things as they are for now.
I just hate to see you alone, that's all.
♪ ♪
(thunder claps)
(whimpers)
(click)
♪ ♪
(sighs)
You lose everything, my girl.
So you said four times.
I definitely had it on yesterday...
Your gloves, your keys,
that handkerchief I embroidered for you.
Everything. Five times.
(knocking)
Miss Scarlet?
Yes. No.
I'm Miss Scarlet.
May I enquire if you've lost something?
Some jewelry perhaps?
Uh, yes.
My mother's wedding ring-- have you found it?
Does your ring have an inscription?
Um... from my father to my mother.
"For my beloved Lavinia Scarlet."
Then it is yours.
I've told her so many times
to get it resized, but does she listen?
It was found last night
in the city mortuary by a Mr. Potts.
Is he the one who calls you an un-Christian woman
with the morals of an alley cat?
Yes, that's the one.
You're under arrest.
What?
Why?
For breaking and entering
the city mortuary.
(exhales sharply)
Find Inspector Wellington.
(knock on door)
(groans)
(knocking)
Duke, the door.
(knocking)
(groans)
BETSY: Duke!
It's your house, you get it.
(knocking) (Betsy groans)
(horse hooves clomping)
Sorry to bother you, but I wondered
if Inspector Wellington was there?
You've got a visitor.
IVY: Inspector Wellington?
I need your help!
It's Eliza. (groans)
She's been arrested!
Tell her it's my day off!
Who is this Eliza?
♪ ♪
(door slams)
♪ ♪
She's not my wife!
Ready, Inspector?
Miss Scarlet really does need your help.
(sighs)
♪ ♪
(horse whinnying in distance)
There has clearly been
a misunderstanding, Detective Phelps.
Not that I wish to tell you how to do your job,
you being an extremely experienced,
well-regarded officer.
I am simply perplexed as to what has happened?
Well, let me enlighten you Miss Scarlet.
Last night, someone smashed the window
of the city mortuary
and broke in.
They then gained access to the clerical office inside
and stole some highly confidential files.
Well, if that is true,
then it's both deplorable and a disgrace.
Words shared by the clerk of the mortuary,
Mr. Potts, although in his case used to describe you,
rather than the situation.
I know that man's opinion of me.
"An unscrupulous woman
who is as trustworthy as a bag of snakes."
Ah, but the fact is, I am no thief.
I'm so glad you brought up facts, Miss Scarlet.
Because the fact remains that
your ring was found at the crime scene.
♪ ♪
Well, I have no idea how it got there.
Women aren't even allowed in the mortuary.
And quite right, too-- it is no place for a lady.
(door opens)
Morning, Duke.
I'll take it from here, Detective Phelps.
Thank God for that.
I'm sorry to have
dragged you into this, William.
On my day off.
Oh!
Were you doing something nice?
I have no idea how my mother's ring
found its way to the crime scene.
It's a puzzle indeed.
Do you think that I was born yesterday?
I'm warning you, Eliza,
the next words out of your mouth
had better be the truth, or I'll take you
down to the cells myself.
All right, fine.
(sighs) I did go to the mortuary yesterday.
I have numerous outstanding cases
which I could progress with if Mr. Potts
would share some basic information with me.
But he refuses to treat me like
a fellow professional, so I have no choice
but to break in, like a common criminal,
and check the files myself.
I must have dropped my mother's ring whilst there.
Hence this misunderstanding.
Let me get this straight.
Last night you broke into the city mortuary
and stole files from Potts's office.
Where exactly is the misunderstanding?
I never stole anything.
I looked at the files and then put them back.
And it wasn't last night, it yesterday afternoon
when Mr. Potts was out for lunch.
And I didn't break in.
Why would I when I have a key?
(sighs)
You've duplicated a key for the city mortuary?
What choice do I have?
Someone else burgled the mortuary
last night and it wasn't me.
I wouldn't lie to you, William.
That's a blatant lie in itself.
Miss Scarlet.
Detective Fitzroy.
New haircut?
Very smart.
Sir, I have a message for you.
I thought I told you that I wasn't here.
I'm on my day off.
Yes, sir, but the Superintendent
has asked for you, he says it's urgent.
Do not move.
William?
You do believe me, don't you?
This is an extremely serious offense
that you're accused of.
And it's going to be damn hard
to prove it wasn't you.
♪ ♪
(knocking on door) MONRO: Come in!
Ah, Wellington,
this is Mr. Thackery. (door closes)
Good morning, sir.
Well, I hope it is a good morning, Inspector.
It's been a bloody awful night, that's for sure.
Mr. Thackery is the chief coroner.
The break-in at the city mortuary.
Break-ins, plural.
We've just had word that the mortuaries in Kentish Town
and Swiss Cottage were broken into last night.
Confidential files stolen from each.
Well, I believe you have the perpetrator in custody?
We do indeed, Edmund.
MR. THACKERY: That woman has a history
of breaking the law.
My man in the city has had to deal with her
time and time again.
But this time she has gone too far.
(chuckles) Lady detective...
What a nonsense.
WILLIAM: Sir, Miss Scarlet
has had some minor grievances with the clerk
who runs the city mortuary, sir.
There was evidence found
at one of the crime scenes that places her there.
Surely you're working under the assumption
that whoever did one break-in
must have done the other two?
Yes, that would be our assumption, sir, but...
I want that woman charged without delay.
It's all in hand.
Take Miss Scarlet
directly to Holloway; she can be kept there
whilst further investigation is undertaken.
Further investigation, what need is there of that?
You've got all the evidence you need, Fergus!
(light chuckle)
Charge her. But sir...
That's an order, Inspector.
Yes, sir.
♪ ♪
I'm sorry, Eliza...
♪ ♪
(sighs)
Where is she?
I wish I knew so I could
give her a piece of my mind!
She does nothing but worry the life out of me.
Not only is she now a fugitive,
but she's also made a complete fool out of me.
Again!
I'm as frantic to find her as you are.
God knows where she is.
God knows what danger she's in!
Well, not as much danger
as she'll be when I get my hands on her.
Please do not talk like that, Inspector.
It is not gentlemanly.
Do you have any idea
how much trouble she's in?
Then you must help her.
How can I when I don't know where she is?
There is one person who might know
her whereabouts and I have my men
hunting him down as we speak.
If Moses so much as sneezes,
we will be down on him like a ton of bricks.
What makes you think Moses knows anything?
(scoffs)
Those two are as thick as thieves.
If you see her, or you hear from her,
then you send for me, Ivy.
Immediately.
(door opens and closes)
(exhales)
Are you sure you weren't followed?
Why do people always ask me that?
I'm worried about my girl.
Are you certain this is the right thing to do?
Just stick to the plan.
I don't think I can do it.
You just lied to a detective inspector.
You can do this.
♪ ♪
(door opens and closes)
(whistle blares)
MONRO: Gone?
Gone where?
I don't know, sir.
So, our prime suspect,
who was in your custody, has done a runner?
And you're unable to locate her-- a woman?
She's a private detective, sir, she has contacts.
Are you not one of them?
I can assure you that I've had no hand in this, sir.
I can also assure you that Eliza Scarlet
is not the perpetrator.
We're barking up the wrong tree. Enough!
Now it seems to me we have a conflict
of interest here.
So I'm going to recommend you're moved to another case.
With all due respect, sir, that would be a mistake.
The chief coroner is a man of connection and influence,
a man who can make my life extremely difficult.
Give me one more day, sir.
Now I have not long been in this job, laddie,
and I can assure you, you do not
want to be the reason I lose it!
You have your day.
Find her.
Yes, sir.
♪ ♪
(door opens and closes)
(people chattering)
What a privilege it is to have such a visit!
Not since Prince Albert himself graced us
to open our new autopsy wing have I been so honored.
IVY: Then the honor is all mine, Mr. Potts.
I am merely here at the request
of my husband, Mr. Thackery.
"Cecilia, ah," he said,
"you must pay Mr. Potts a visit and see
is he quite well after such a distressing episode."
The notion of the chief coroner
giving an employee as lowly as myself
any thought is a comfort indeed, Mrs. Thackery.
Mm. But I cannot lie,
this business with the break-in
has left me feeling somewhat violated.
(exhales)
To think someone came into this,
my private sanctuary,
without authorization.
I say someone,
but I know exactly who it was.
And so do the police.
Yes, my husband told me all about it.
Some young woman, was it not?
I hear she's a private investigator.
What a curious job for a lady.
There is nothing of a lady about that woman.
She's a charlatan, make no mistake.
But I believe I have seen the last of her.
And I am glad to hear it, Mr. Potts.
What exactly was it she stole?
I thought you said your husband
told you all about it, Mrs. Thackery?
He did indeed, but...
I have quite forgotten. (chuckles)
You know how us ladies are.
It's hard to retain too much
information at any one time.
I do not believe you.
It is abundantly clear to me
that a lady such as yourself...
possesses great brains as well as beauty.
You are kind, Mr. Potts.
But, it is nevertheless true that
the details have quite evaded me.
Would you mind if we did not discuss that woman?
I have to be mindful of my blood pressure
and she has a habit of causing me great vexation.
Uh... tea.
Goodness, I'd quite forgotten
the reason for my visit.
My husband and I
would like to invite you for dinner
this evening.
Dinner?
At the chief coroner's house?
And I will endeavor
to keep my questions to a minimum.
I'd hate to cause undue vexation.
I... nonsense, Mrs. Thackery, nonsense.
What is it you wish to know?
(distant shouting)
Confidential files were stolen
from all three mortuaries.
They contained lists
of unidentified bodies who died 25 years ago.
In the August of 1857.
Anything else taken?
We should let Eliza know.
Not yet.
She must lie low until I have found out more.
Where exactly is this safe house she's holed up in?
I hope it's respectable.
It's not exactly Claridge's but it will do.
(fly buzzing)
Oh, my God!
Miss Scarlet, welcome to my castle.
Hope you've made yourself at home.
Hello, Clementine-- yes, yes.
Moses has shown me all the amenities.
Thank you for allowing me to shelter here.
I have allegations made against me
that are completely false.
Aren't they always?
So...
what are these false allegations?
It's a, a break-in at the city mortuary.
And for your information, the claims are false.
On Bell Lane?
Mm.
My sister Clementine works that street.
Your sister's called Clementine, too?
All my sisters are.
Made it easier for our mother to remember who's who.
(chuckles)
If something happened on my sister's patch,
she'd know about it.
Horrible woman she is.
I could pay her a visit, though.
See if she knows anything.
I would be most grateful.
How grateful?
(dog barking in distance)
I take a great risk in going to see her.
Last week, she punched a dog in the face.
This Moses is the key.
If anyone can lead us to her, it's him.
FITZROY: Sir, I've got that information that you...
Get to it.
Did I say something wrong, sir?
Shut the door, Fitzroy.
Now, I do not believe that Miss Scarlet is guilty in this,
but my orders are to find her,
not to go looking for an alternative perpetrator,
so this line of enquiry
is to remain strictly between us.
Do you have a problem with that, Detective?
No sir, I do not have a problem with that.
Good.
Now, what've you got for me?
The files stolen from each of the three mortuaries
contained lists of unidentified bodies
from August 1857.
Yes, yes, tell me something I don't know.
Then I searched for a link--
male, female, similar ages, cause of death.
And?
But unfortunately those details only exist
in records at the cemeteries themselves, but
I managed to pull maps of
each cemetery and where the graves are located.
I've marked them with an X.
How many cemeteries are there?
14, sir.
With one pauper grave in each.
Shall I come with you sir? No.
I need to do this quietly.
You go back to your duties.
Yes, sir.
(exhales)
♪ ♪
Clementine!
Where have you been?
You've been gone hours!
Shh...
Did you see your sister?
What did she say?
Does she know anything about the break-in?
She saw it with her own eyes.
Well... (laughs) one of them.
The other one's not so good since
the wrestling match with our grandmother.
She saw the real thief?
Clementine...
(sighs)
♪ ♪
CARRIAGE DRIVER: Whoa, whoa!
♪ ♪
(birds chirping)
MRS. ELLIS: You should be ashamed of yourselves!
MAN: Come on, let's go, come on!
MRS. ELLIS: I'm calling for the police!
♪ ♪
WILLIAM: Stop!
I'm a police officer, madam.
Are you all right?
I'm just a little shaken.
My husband is the vicar here.
He's away on business and I'm all alone.
Poor soul.
Those grave robbers, they have no morals.
Do you know who's buried here?
No one knows.
It's a pauper grave.
♪ ♪
(people chattering)
MRS ELLIS: I was in my parlor in the Vicarage.
Such a lovely sunny room.
I like to carry out my correspondence there.
So what alerted you to the robbers?
I was writing to my sister,
Agatha-- I heard a noise outside.
We weren't expecting any burials today.
My husband's away on church business.
He's staying with the archbishop himself
in Canterbury.
So you heard a noise outside?
I went out to see what it was and instantly I knew.
Body snatchers.
It's a lucrative trade,
selling corpses to the medical profession.
They supply bodies for anatomy classes.
Dissection.
Yes, I am aware of the practice.
I shouted at them to stop.
They were so shocked
that someone was at the vicarage.
They must have assumed it empty.
Mm.
Then they saw you and ran.
Had you not been there, Inspector...
I dread to think what might have happened.
You got a good look at them?
One had dark hair
and the other was... fairer.
Average build, the pair.
Any scars, tattoos?
Distinguishing features? None that I saw.
But they were very grubby.
Mm.
Dirt all over
their faces, their hands...
I'm sorry,
I haven't been much help.
No, you have been most helpful.
Take Mrs. Ellis home.
Oh!
Duke.
There's been a sighting, the Jamaican.
Do you want me to bring him in?
No.
He's mine.
(chattering in background)
And a pound of potatoes, please, Jim.
Right you are, young lady.
(laughs)
Mrs. Thackery!
How nice to see you again.
Mr. Potts.
What a small world.
Ah, not really.
Mother is just around the corner.
I had to pay her a visit
to impart my most wonderful news.
Oh?
The honor of dining with yourself and
the chief coroner this evening.
I said, "Mother, I might just purchase a new tie,
for the occasion is one so special."
Mother would have so loved to have joined us.
Well, bring her along if you like.
Oh, dear Mrs. Thackery, you misunderstand me.
Mother is dead. Oh!
It is her grave which I visit,
every Friday in fact, although,
today, as you know, is Wednesday.
Nonetheless, I felt compelled
to share the news of this great honor bestowed upon me.
Well, I really should be going.
Dinner will not prepare itself.
I-I am more
than a little confused, Mrs. Thackery.
It is most unusual that a lady
such as yourself does her own shopping.
Indeed, however...
I wanted to ensure that all the ingredients
for tonight's dinner were of the highest quality.
I don't know what to say.
Until this evening, then.
Until this evening.
(exhales)
What a delightful lady.
It is a treat to be in her company.
A treat indeed.
Yeah, Ivy's one in a million.
Ivy?
(chatter in background)
(groaning)
Clementine?
Clementine!
(exhales) I've just had the loveliest dream.
Moses took me to Gilberts and by God,
did he look handsome.
What did your sister Clementine say?
(exhales) Which one?
There's five of us.
The one that witnessed the break-in
in the city mortuary! Oh, her.
She said it was raining that night,
so she took shelter under the arches
near the mortuary.
That's when she saw him.
Him?
A man.
Yes, I've gathered that, but what did he look like?
Blackest of hair, bluest of eyes...
a crooked smile that would make the devil whimper.
Did she recognize him?
(sighs) It's something, I suppose.
A man.
Black hair, blue eyes.
You said she was sheltering from the rain?
But it wasn't raining that night.
In fact, it hasn't rained for weeks.
And if it was dark,
how did she see he had blue eyes?
She got good eyesight. (clears throat)
You said she had only one working eye.
(scoffs)
You didn't go and see your sister, did you?
You drank my money.
She's terrifying!
When I was girl,
she stole my pet mouse and baked it in a pie!
I want my money back-- now!
I'd love to stay and chat, but I gotta get to work.
(sighs)
(chattering in background)
(dogs barking)
(sighs)
Where is she?
Grave robbers drink here.
I said, where is she?
Let me go in,
ask around,
see about those two who ran from you.
How do you know about that?
Have you been following me?
You go in, forget it.
They will smell police a mile away.
And why would you want to help me?
We both know she is innocent.
And those body snatchers will lead to the real thief.
So...
I will help you help her.
For a fee, of course.
(scoffs)
I don't work with criminals.
Shame Miss Scarlet doesn't follow my example.
Good luck.
You're gonna need it.
(bar patrons chattering)
Whiskey.
There you go...
Inspector.
(exhales)
(knocking)
Eliza...
Mr. Potts.
Do not bother, Miss Woods.
That is your real name, is it not?
Miss Ivy Woods?
Yes.
Yes, it is.
And I am so sorry to have deceived you.
Well, it was for a good reason.
There is never a good reason to deceive, Miss Woods.
But it comes as no surprise to me that
the lady who runs the house of that woman
should herself be un-Christian in her ways.
I can assure you I don't make a habit of lying.
But I love that girl,
and I'd do anything to help her.
I should never have believed that
the chief coroner would even consider
inviting someone like me for dinner.
(sardonic chuckle)
You would think I'd know my place
in the world by now.
When will you ever learn, Barnabas?
I really am very sorry, Mr. Potts.
I've never done anything like this before.
Well...
take heart, Miss Woods,
because you had me fooled.
Good day.
♪ ♪
Mr. Potts?
Did you spend money on a new tie?
♪ ♪
C'mon, cough up.
Think I'll take a lady out with my winnings.
How about...
your mum?
Who's there?
♪ ♪
I'm looking for a man about a job.
♪ ♪
The kind that can make you serious money.
Never been so bloody busy.
Business good?
Booming, mate.
Be even better if I weren't
stuck with this ingrate.
Get on with ya.
(police whistle blowing)
Run!
(shouting)
♪ ♪
Take them to the cells, keep them separate.
I'll question this one first.
I ain't done nothing! Shut ya mouth!
♪ ♪
I do not like to be manhandled.
Best part of my day, arresting you.
We needed it to look real.
(grunts)
This was your idea.
I got you your thieves.
Now it's your turn.
Well, I'd like to say it was a pleasure
doing business with you, but you know I'd be lying.
(exhales)
There's more where that came from
if you tell me where Miss Scarlet is.
♪ ♪
I'll be watching you.
I'd expect nothing less, Inspector.
MR. THACKERY: Why is this Miss Scarlet not in prison as we speak?
How has she evaded the entire Metropolitan police force?
I know it's not ideal, but trust me.
You had this woman here and she slipped
through your fingers.
Well, I've had enough of this nonsense, Fergus.
I'm taking this up with your superiors.
Edmund...
Out of my way!
Sir, we have a development in the case.
You have the woman back in custody?
No sir, I have something better.
♪ ♪
So just to confirm,
this is not the woman who hired you
to rob the grave at Highgate Cemetery?
She was much older.
And this older woman is the same as who you believe
broke into the three burgled mortuaries?
And how do you know this?
Because these nicked files that you keep
banging on about,
she had them.
Paid us to dig up every name on there.
Well, I say name, but the graves didn't have any.
All of 'em pauper graves.
And what was she looking for?
Not a bleeding clue.
But whatever it was...
all she found were bags of bones.
So, uh, tell me about this woman.
Name, age, appearance.
Don't know her name.
Only that they call her
Bloody Mary.
Been inside for years-- Newgate, I think.
And as for what she looked like...
Well, you should know, you met her.
What?
When me and Watts did a runner at Highgate.
We thought she was done for.
But the silly tart couldn't run away in a dress, could she?
The only person that I met was
the vicar's wife, Mrs. Ellis.
That was no vicar's wife, mate.
That was Bloody Mary.
♪ ♪
(takes deep breath)
Just so I am clear, crystal clear--
you had the perpetrator in that very room
and you let her go? Sir, I can only apologize...
This is very disappointing, laddie.
Clearly I should have stuck with my first instinct.
I will not make that mistake again. Sir.
Another officer will take over the investigation.
Sir, that... (door slams)
(inhales sharply)
(hooves clomping, people chattering)
(stretches) (door opens)
What happened to you?
I went to see my sister.
What, she did that?
Gave as good as I got.
Actually, I think she came off worse.
Now, I have some information.
My sister did see the thief.
It was a woman-- fair hair, black dress, old.
Very old, at least 50.
Did she recognize her?
Not a clue, unlike the constable
from Scotland Yard who drinks at my local.
How he loves a chat when he's had a few.
Reckon I'd make a good lady detective myself.
Tell me everything you know.
I was just coming to get you.
She's a wily one, that Clementine.
Remind me to employ her more often.
Where are you going?
To solve the case.
But you have not been working the case.
I have.
And I have news.
You're in the clear. I'm in the clear.
(laughs) Come on, Moses.
We've work to do.
(horse snorts)
Sir.
What did the vicar say?
What I expected.
That he has no wife.
Where's the information I requested?
Since you are officially off the investigation,
I thought it safe to memorize it.
Just in case I was stopped coming out of the yard.
No need to get carried away, man.
But you are off the case, sir?
I don't wish to talk about it.
It's all anyone can talk about.
Good for them.
Now if you would kindly impart the information that has
been so carefully concealed in that brain of yours.
And hurry up about it.
This Bloody Mary's real name is Mary Dawson.
She was part of a gang of diamond smugglers
back in the '50s.
She served 25 years at Newgate,
was released last week.
What is it, sir?
(birds chirping)
♪ ♪
Who sends flowers to a pauper grave?
Yes, that particular grave receives
flowers each and every month.
Can you write down the address of the sender for me?
Certainly, Inspector.
What?
Sorry, sir, it's just...
have you ever been taken off a case before?
I thought I made it clear that I do not
wish to talk about it?
You did, sir. Sorry, sir.
Understood.
But for your information, no, I have not.
And it is no matter-- these, uh...
These things happen.
For what it's worth, sir,
the officer Monro replaced you with is...
Sorry, sir, you do not wish to talk about it.
Thank you, Detective.
Who is it?
Carmichael, sir.
Carmichael? (scoffs)
Couldn't investigate a booze
up in a brewery, that one.
As requested, sir.
Address of the account holder.
Thank you.
It is a curious thing, but you are not
the first person who has enquired about that
particular account today.
Who else has enquired about it?
FLORIST (voiceover): A lady.
Blonde hair,
a determined demeanor.
♪ ♪
I don't know where to begin.
I can explain. Don't bother.
(sighs)
See to it that Miss Scarlet stays in the carriage.
Yes, sir-- hello, Miss Scarlet.
Do not converse with her
or let her out of your sight.
I'll deal with you later.
(sardonic chuckle)
(horse nickers)
(knocking)
MAN: Hyah!
(horse whinnies)
Inspector.
I thought you'd been replaced
on the investigation?
WILLIAM: And I thought sending flowers to a grave
listed in the stolen files might have
been something that you would have mentioned?
No, it's merely a coincidence that my connection
with that grave should have
dovetailed with this investigation.
I have been in the force a long time, Mr. Thackery,
and in my experience, a coincidence
never holds up to much scrutiny.
Well, in this case, you are wrong.
It is a simple explanation.
However it is not something I am
comfortable to speak of.
Nor should I have to explain myself to you.
Well, if you'd prefer,
you can explain yourself to Detective Carmichael,
who I believe Superintendent Monro
has now assigned to this case.
And I can assure you,
he will not be as discrete as I am.
The fact is,
I had a humble upbringing.
It was more than humble.
I was born in the workhouse.
It is something I don't like to talk about
and rarely reveal.
Particularly being a man of such status.
But from a young age, I was...
utterly determined to make something of myself.
And as you can see,
I was successful.
There were many people who
helped me along the way and saw my potential.
Not least of all my wife.
And for that I am forever grateful.
So, in short,
my fate could have been somewhat different.
And as a Christian man,
and in my position as chief coroner,
whenever I happen upon a pauper grave,
I like to send flowers.
It is a small kindness.
And it helps me remember.
Remember?
There but for the grace of God...
go I.
So... (clears throat)
Well, I appreciate your candor, sir, but...
(laughs) I'm afraid there's still some questions
that I need to ask, regarding the case.
What, why?
Surely we are done here.
We're done when I say we're done, Mr. Thackery.
(sighs)
(horse whinnying)
How did you know I was here?
Inspector Wellington specifically ordered me
not to converse with you, Miss Scarlet.
Very well.
Although I am surprised that
a gentleman with impeccable manners
such as yourself would be so rude.
I am only following orders.
Please forgive me.
I do hold you in the highest regard.
I don't wish to get you into trouble, Detective Fitzroy.
But answering one simple question,
can it really do any harm?
And Inspector Wellington doesn't have to know about it.
The florist advised that you'd been asking
who sent the flowers to the pauper grave.
But I didn't speak to the florist.
Moses got that information for me.
Well then, who was the blonde lady
the florist spoke of?
MR. THACKERY (offscreen): No, I do not know this
Mary Dawson or Bloody Mary
or whatever the devil she's called!
I am as anxious as you to get this criminal
into custody and find out what the hell is going on!
Now I have answered all your questions, Inspector.
My wife and maid will be back from their errands soon.
I'd like you gone before they return.
You seem extremely keen
to get rid of me, Mr. Thackery.
Well, a reputation can be undone by such a visit,
and I do not want to be the topic of idle gossip.
(glass shatters)
I thought you were alone.
No, that'll just be the maid.
The maid who's running errands with your wife?
MR. THACKERY: No, do not open that door!
Please!
♪ ♪
Nice to see you again, Inspector.
Put the revolver down, Mary.
I was about to say the same to you.
And if you don't--
I will shoot Mrs. Thackery in the head.
No, Mary, please, please do not do this!
Shut up.
I'll deal with you later.
I said put it down.
♪ ♪
Kick it towards me.
Good.
But on second thoughts...
I think I'm going to kill her anyway.
No!
I would recommend that you do not.
(exhales)
(horse whinnies)
(indistinct chatter)
You know that using a policeman's weapon
is an offense.
Would you have preferred
if I had dispatched Detective Fitzroy?
(horse nickers)
♪ ♪
(chuckles)
MR. THACKERY: My real name is...
Alfie Frampton.
Mary Dawson was my fiancée.
We were small-time crooks, but we managed
to pull off a diamond heist.
When can I see my wife?
She knows nothing of any of this.
Get on with it.
I took the diamonds and ran,
but Mary tracked me down.
She's like a...
is a mad woman.
She was attacking me, she was...
desperate to get hold of them.
So I swallowed them.
You swallowed the diamonds?
And in return she gave me this.
The police turned up after a tip off and arrested Mary,
but I managed to escape.
And with her inside,
I saw a way out.
To leave her behind.
To leave my past behind.
So I faked my own death.
You used the corpse from the pauper's grave in Highgate.
That's why you send flowers to it each month.
That poor soul.
Whoever he was...
Gave me a new life.
♪ ♪
Frampton took the body to one of their hideouts,
changed clothes with the man, and then gave him a cut
down his cheek, just like Dawson had done to him.
I believe he always told you that he got
that scar from the Crimea, sir.
I'm not the only one who believed him.
He told everyone that!
I wasn't questioning your judgment, sir.
From her prison cell, Mary Dawson read about the body
in the papers and assumed it was that of her fiancé.
And then when she'd served her time, she went about
tracking down his grave. (knock on door)
Come.
Ah, Detective Phelps, come and take a seat.
Continue.
Dawson believed that she would find
the diamonds that Frampton had swallowed
in one of those graves.
But what she didn't know
was that he had sold them to reinvent himself,
he put himself through
medical school, he changed his whole life.
(sighs) Whiskey, Detective Phelps?
Thank you, sir.
And what of your friend, Miss Scarlet?
Thackery wanted to pin this on her
at the earliest opportunity in the hope
the trail would end there.
And then, if Dawson did find him,
then he would cut a deal with her.
Well, I think I am fully briefed.
That will be all, Inspector Wellington.
Sir, I know that I disobeyed orders
by continuing with the case--
I said that will be all, Inspector.
(exhales)
Yes, sir.
Now Detective Phelps,
I've heard nothing but good reports about you.
Tell me more about yourself.
I'm always on the lookout
for a good, loyal man.
PHELPS: Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.
(door closes)
(hooves clomping loudly)
How childish men are.
Still, he'll get over it.
No, he won't.
Loyalty is everything to men like Monro,
and I disobeyed an order.
Oh, so this is my fault?
Actually, yes.
I was the one who saved Mrs. Thackery's life,
and most probably yours, too!
(chuckles)
So I hear you and Moses made quite the partnership.
The first of many?
(laughs) I'm just teasing you, William.
Well, don't; you know I don't like it.
Well, I should get back to work.
Yes, that's probably a good idea.
Try to get back in the superintendent's good books.
Eliza, will you at least pretend that you say that
for my sake rather than your own benefit.
William, you really do have
a low opinion of me sometimes.
Only sometimes?
(both chuckle)
So, any plans for this evening?
Well, I did have.
Until Ivy buggered them up.
Ah, yes,
Betsy, wasn't it?
Sorry about that. Hm.
(knocking)
Miss Scarlet.
Inspector Wellington.
Well, I'll leave you to it.
Mr. Potts,
before you say anything,
please let me apologize.
I'm not here to see you, Miss Scarlet.
Mr. Potts.
You received my message?
And I would be delighted to take you up on your offer
of that homemade steamed pudding, Miss Woods.
Prince Albert's favorite.
And I've added some extra raisins.
(exhales) Come on in.
♪ ♪
(click)
♪ ♪
How I've longed to meet the lady detective.
Why are you following me?
I will write this article
and either you will be my heroine,
or Mr. Nash will be my hero.
(groans)
May the best man win.
♪ ♪
ANNOUNCER: Go to our website,
listen to our podcast, watch video, and more.
To order this program, visit ShopPBS.
"Masterpiece" is available with PBS Passport
and on Amazon Prime Video.
♪ ♪