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- (UPBEAT MUSIC)
- IVY: Are you warm enough?

- It can get a bit chilly in here.
- DUKE: Yes.

I'm perfectly comfortable, thank you.

- IVY: I'll go set the fire...
- DUKE: Ivy, will you please stop fussing?

IVY: I'm not fussing!

I'll go do you some bacon,
eggs and fried bread.

- How does that sound?
- Like I'm going to get extremely fat.

- We need to build up your strength.
- Yes,

Ivy, you have been saying that
every day for the past two weeks.

I am quite well now, thank you.

- Well enough to go home.
- ELIZA: Oh...

I can't seem to find
my bag, or my notebook,

- or my gloves.
- Your gloves were in the dining room,

your notebook by the kitchen sink,

and your bag on the stairs,

which I nearly broke
my neck on this morning.

I've just come downstairs.
I didn't see it.

Because I put them on the table
with the rest of your things,

where you should have
left them last night.

Oh.

Well, thank you.

How is the patient this morning?

He says he's going home.

Just ignore him, Ivy, I find that's
the best way to deal with him.

- (IVY LAUGHS)
- You were told to rest, William.

And there's no-one better
to look after you than Ivy.

Yes, well, I can't
just sit here all day.

No. You can come to the
kitchen and have breakfast.

Just one rasher, please, Ivy!

- Oh!
- (ELIZA LAUGHS)

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

God!

If I'd known what an
appalling nurse you were,

I wouldn't have agreed
to convalesce here.

If I'd known what a
demanding patient you were,

- I wouldn't have let you.
- (SOFT MUSIC)

Well, unlike you, I can't laze
around like a lord of leisure.

- Hmm.
- My office won't run itself.

Yes, I can imagine how busy
running a staff of one must be.

I can assure you, William,
that it will not be long

before my office is once
again teeming with employees.

Things are looking up at Nash and Sons.

Not that he has any sons.

Promise me you'll rest,
and do as Ivy says.

Do I have a choice?

Umm...

No.

- (SIGHS)
- (FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

- Oh, God, that hurts!
- (DOOR OPENS)

- (DOOR CLOSES)
- (UPBEAT MUSIC)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(HOOVES CLOPPING)

(DOOR OPENS)

- (DOOR CLOSES)
- Good morning, Clarence.

And a very good morning
to you, too, Miss Scarlet.

You're rather chipper.

- Feeling quite well?
- Oh, never better.

I arrived this morning to be greeted by

a most pleasant surprise.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Bonjour, Eliza.

(DOOR SQUEAKS OPENS)

- (DOOR CLOSES)
- What the hell have you done?!

I leave you a business that is thriving,

and come back to find
it barely surviving!

It's not my fault your men
refused to work for a woman!

Oh, from what I hear, your manner
towards them left much to be desired.

I was trying to run a tighter ship!

Well, congratulations Eliza,
because you've sunk it!

There were always going to
be some teething problems.

You have no staff.

No clients.

I would suggest that's
a little more than...

teething problems.

Things are starting to
move in the right direction.

I have several potential clients.

There's really no need
for you to be here.

It is my name above the door,

and my reputation that is being damaged!

So, I'm staying in London

- (DRAMATIC MUSIC)
- until this ship

is back on course!

(RECEDING FOOTSTEPS)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR SLAMS)

- (PAPERS SLAP)
- (THEME MUSIC)

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(DOOR SQUEAKS OPEN)

(DOOR CLOSES)

I assume this is your doing?

I did not ask Mr. Nash to return.

I merely provided him
with progress reports

- whenever he requested them.
- And you didn't think to tell me

- you were doing that?
- He is my superior, Miss Scarlet.

- (DOOR CLOSES)
- And I did tell him that things were picking up.

I admire your optimism, Clarence.

But I fear we have different definitions

of what constitutes 'picking up.'

Where are you going?

I'm going to the Fat Goose,

patronized by the Metropolitan Police,

half the journalists of Fleet Street

and the lawyers of the
Royal Courts of Justice.

When I've oiled my fellow punters

with copious amounts of whiskey,

I shall, no doubt, be in
possession of some new cases.

If you'd done me the
courtesy of actually listening

to what I had to say,

you'd know that I have a meeting
with a client this very hour.

A client with money... and influence.

I'll be the judge of that.

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

- Come along.
- (DOOR OPENS)

(PAPER FLUTTERS)

(HOOVES CLOPPING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(HOOVES CLOPPING) (CARRIAGE RUMBLING)

(DOORS SQUEAK CLOSED)

NASH: You have a
beautiful home, Mr. Carter.

All down to my Maisie.

I'm just the one who paid for it.

(LAUGHS)

We moved in just over a year ago.

It was...

hard work, but we've finally
got things how we like them.

And where were you living before?

Err, Leeds.

Moved down to London
to set up a new factory.

I'm in the textile business.

It's good, indeed, to
hear such a success story.

Around here,

it doesn't seem to matter
what money you've got.

It's all about your breeding.

The aristocracy do not like new money.

I don't care what the
toffs are like with me,

just as long as their
wives treat my Maisie right.

And they do.

They've been very...

accommodating.

Now, that...

is her way of saying they're
a bunch of stuck-up snobs.

- (LAUGHS)
- Jack!

(DOORS CREAK OPEN)

Will you be wanting tea, sir?

Perhaps later.

- Thank you, Stafford.
- (DOOR SQUEAKS)

What is it we can help
you with, Mr. Carter?

(DOOR CLOSES)

- (SINISTER MUSIC)
- (DOOR CREAKS OPEN)

Tuesday evening, we
hosted a charity fundraiser

for the committee Maisie belongs to.

The Ladies of the Mayfair
Benevolent Society.

And it was a roaring success, too.

Almost one hundred souls turned up.

Two hours in, we were robbed.

What was in it?

Nelson's Diamond Feather,

given to the Admiral
by the Sultan of Turkey

after the Battle of the Nile.

How did it come into your possession?

Bought it at auction.

Spent a fortune, too. (LAUGHS)

Nelson's always been a hero of mine.

Didn't come from money.

Look what he made of himself.

Our butler, Stafford,

noticed it was missing at half past ten.

I was so shocked,

I burst into tears in
front of the whole party.

I made such a fool of myself.

No, you didn't.

Besides, who cares what they think?

As well as a guest list,

we'll need the names of your staff

who were working that night.

I've spoken to my household.

Weren't any of them.

It was one of the guests.

I just know it.

Trying to teach me a lesson, no doubt,

daring to better myself.

And have you informed the police?

What, and have all of
London society questioned?

They'd resent us even
more than they do already.

There were a hundred guests.

Only one of 'em was a thief.

I want you to find who stole from me.

Discretely.

And when you do, I'll
pay you handsomely.

Double your fee.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(HOOVES CLOPPING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Is there anything you wish to say?

Well, that was... promising.

Apology accepted.

It was not an apology.

(CARRIAGE DOOR CLOSES)

- (BANGS ON ROOF)
- DRIVER: Go. Giddy up!

(HOOVES CLOPPING)

You apologized?

Well, not in so many words.

Not in any words. I merely
said it was a promising start.

Double the normal fee. I'd
say that's more than promising.

It may yet turn out they
arranged the theft themselves

to claim an insurance payout.

If it was insurance fraud,

they'd have to report
the theft to the police.

Besides, they don't seem
to be short of money,

so I think a simple, 'Well done, Eliza'

- might be in order.
- I'll save that until the office is full again.

Your men decided to
leave. I did not make them.

That's not what they said
in their correspondence.

They've been writing to you?

Well, I had hoped the
situation would rectify itself,

which is why I didn't come back sooner.

But in the end I had no choice.

Shall we concentrate on the case?

I shall make some inquiries

into the Carters' household staff

and I don't care what Mr. Carter says.

It's more likely to be a
maid with sticky fingers

than some lord with a grudge.

I'll go through the
guest list for the party.

I have a copy of Percival's
Peerage and Nobility at home.

Anyone who's anyone in high
society will be listed in it.

It may give us an idea
of who we're dealing with.

And I shall draw up a contract
for the Carter investigation.

Do you wish to see it
before I send it over?

- Yes.
- Yes.

(PLAYFUL MUSIC)

(SIGHS)

Bring it to me when you're done.

I'm not here to make
your life difficult.

I'm here to help.

How long do you intend to stay?

As long as it takes.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(PAGE FLIPS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

I didn't hear you come in.

That's because you were asleep.

And snoring.

Hmm, I don't snore.

(BOOK BANGS SHUT) Ivy will be back soon,

but I can make you something
to eat if you'd like?

Ah...

Can we please forego the
teasing about my cooking?

It's not teasing, you nearly
killed me with some eggs once.

Well...

you can't go wrong with bread and jam.

And no, I did not make either.

Thank you.

(SIGHS) So, how was your day?

(WINCES)

For the most part,

- (BOOKS BANG)
- horrible.

You'll never believe
who's back in London.

Patrick Nash?

- How do you know that?
- Fitzroy.

He told me during his... daily visit.

(LAUGHS)

I think that it's nice he
comes to see you each day.

- DUKE: Yeah.
- You'll miss the attention

- when you're back at work.
- I'm in no rush to go back.

I'm serious.

The whole place is falling apart.

To be honest, I've considered
not going back at all.

That job is everything to you.

Not everything.

You know, this has made me realize that

there are other things
in life to consider.

Such as?

The future.

Your future's at Scotland Yard.

I don't think that's
ever been in question.

I'm not talking about work.

(SOFT MUSIC)

You know, the first time
we met was in this kitchen.

It was.

I remember watching
you eat, what was it?

- Pork pie?
- Smoked ham.

(ELIZA LAUGHS)

(LAUGHS) I can still remember
the look of horror on your face.

It wasn't horror.

It was fascination. I'd never
seen anyone eat like that.

I still haven't.

(KNIFE CLINKS ON PLATE)

(DOOR CREAKS OPEN)

That woman!

- She'd try the patience of a saint!
- Your mother?

Who else? Don't ask me about her gout.

I don't intend to.

But I'm sure William would
like to hear all about it.

- (PLAYFUL MUSIC)
- Well, I have work to do.

Well, it's gone from her
right foot to her left foot.

Red, itchy skin all over
her big toe, poor thing.

(BREAD FALLS ON PLATE)

- (STREET SOUNDS)
- (HOOVES CLOPPING)

(FOOTSTEPS CLIPPING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(DOOR CREAKS OPEN) (FOOTSTEPS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Morning.

I come with good news.

I went through the list of guests

who attended the Carters' party,

many of whom were in the
peerage listings in Percival's,

and I believe I've found
something of interest

about one of the guests.

What kind of background checks
did you do on Jack Carter?

Oh, the usual.

Name, address, occupation.

You didn't think to look into
where his money came from?

Textiles, as he said. He
owns a number of factories.

Which he bought with the
profits from his original...

business.

Will you please just
tell me what's happened?

I went to see Carter's servants.

All were terrified
with the mere suggestion

they would have stolen from
him, but none would say why.

So, I did some digging.

It seems Mr. Carter is from
the most notorious crime family

in the North of England.

Murder, extortion, gun running.

(FILE SLAPS ON DESK)

All of which you would known,
had you done your due diligence,

which, of course, you couldn't
'cause you've lost my entire staff!

They'd have researched
this Carter thug properly,

and told you to keep well clear.

Last night I sent a
telegram to Mr. Carter

saying we were unable to take his case

- due to prior commitments.
- (KNOCKING ON DOOR)

- Mr. Nash?
- Just a moment.

This morning you and I will sit down

and make a new plan of action,

- and then once we're through with that...
- Mr. Nash.

- (TENSE MUSIC)
- Apologies for the interruption,

I do hope you are not busy.

I received your telegram.

It caused me some confusion,

so, I thought it best to come
and talk to you in person.

- Mr. Carter, if I...
- No need to explain.

I can guess what's happened.

Just allow me to say my piece.

(CHAIR CLATTERS)

My wife and I were the victims of theft.

There was a time when I would
have dealt with this myself.

But I have promised her
that we will deal with this

in a manner that is
calm and... civilized,

just as any gentleman might do.

I'm sure there are many
other investigation agencies

that would gladly take your case.

Where I come from,
once you give your word,

you don't go back on it.

So, for the avoidance of
doubt, you will take this case,

and you will find my jewel.

If we cannot?

Then I will hold you
personally responsible.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Oh, and you'll do it for free,

as compensation for the
insult to my character.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

- (CHAIR CLATTERS)
- (DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(DOOR SQUEAKS CLOSED)

Not... a... word.

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

We need to find that thief.

And what will Mr. Carter
do, once you find him?

That had not yet
occurred to me, Clarence,

but thank you for
making a dire situation

even more unsatisfactory.

(LIGHT MUSIC)

We are where we are.

So, let's just... do our best
and try and solve the case.

Agreed?

You mentioned you'd found
something of interest?

- Indeed, I did.
- (PLAYFUL MUSIC)

The diamond feather
was put up for auction

last year by Admiral Nelson's family.

From what I gathered, they
did so somewhat reluctantly

due to falling on hard times.

They've been forced to sell many
of the family's prized possessions.

Precisely.

As I was going through
the list of guests

who attended the Carters' party,

I came across a Lord Fallon.

He and his wife are patrons of a charity

that help retired sailors
from the Royal Navy.

Turns out...

Lord Fallon has a link
on his mother's side

to Admiral Horatio Nelson.

Fallon is Nelson's cousin?

Which gives him motive and opportunity

to claim back a
treasured family heirloom.

Hmm. We should pay him a visit.

We should.

But we'll need a cover story.

(HOOVES CLOPPING)

NASH: My wife and I have
always been patrons of the arts.

It was her idea that we
come to take tea with you,

Lord and Lady Fallon,

and that we might learn more
of your own charitable works.

It is always a pleasure
to welcome new benefactors.

Thank you for considering us.

She is such a selfless person.

She's always thinking of others.

Do not listen to my dear husband.

It is he that thinks of all but himself.

Never was there a, a kinder,
more... honorable man.

You are newly arrived in London?

I do not believe our
paths have crossed before.

Uh, we have until recently
been in the West Indies,

where we have some business interests.

But we have, I believe,
some mutual acquaintances,

a Mr. and Mrs. Carter?

They are friends of yours?

Business acquaintances.

I heard the Carters' charity
ball was a roaring success,

although ended in
somewhat sad circumstances.

- NASH: Mmm.
- The theft.

LADY FALLON: It was a shame, indeed.

Poor Mrs. Carter had put much
work into the event, and...

for it to end in such a way...

She made a damn fool of herself.

- Dearest...
- What?

She did.

That husband of hers is no better.

Uncouth, the pair of them.

Perhaps this is not the
time nor the place...

Do not presume to tell me
what I can and cannot say

in my own home, Madam.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Perhaps we might return to this, err,

donation you mentioned?

Err, your charity is, I believe,

in support of the elderly and infirm

sailors of the Royal Navy?

That is correct.

Which is apt, given your
connection to the greatest hero

this country's ever seen.

Admiral Horatio Nelson.

Goodness.

Well, in that case, the theft
of the Admiral's Diamond Feather

must have dismayed you more than most,

given that it's practically
a family heirloom.

I'd hardly call a distant cousin family.

And as for the theft...

I know exactly who stole it.

- Who?
- Who?

(LIGHT MUSIC) (LAUGHTER)

We do love a little gossip now and then.

Baroness Weichmann.

Dreadful woman.

Always scratching around for handouts.

I heard she was trying to pay
for her passage back to Prussia.

Riddled with debts, that one.

This Prussian Baroness is worth a visit.

Fallon clearly loathes the woman.

He strikes me as someone
who likes very few,

including his own wife.

Did you see the bruises on her neck?

It's him, no doubt.

- (CHURCH BELL RINGS)
- (HOOVES CLOPPING)

- (SNORING)
- (PLUCKY MUSIC)

Why are you looking at me like that?

We didn't want to disturb you, sir.

IVY: You looked so peaceful.

Like a little boy.

(DUKE GRUNTS)

I don't need your help, thank you.

Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.

He's always like this
when he first wakes up.

I'll go and fetch some tea and cake.

No cake, Ivy.

Nonsense. (PATTING)

(DOOR OPENS) (DOOR CLOSES)

If I don't get out of here
soon, I'm going to run to fat.

Well, whatever Ivy is feeding
you, it's doing you good.

Each day you look a little better.

Yes. On that Oliver,
you don't have to...

visit me every day.

- But I look forward to it, sir.
- (BIRDS CHIRPING)

Unless you'd prefer I didn't?

Of course not.

Oh.

So... (CLEARS THROAT) important day.

(GENTLE SLAP ON KNEES) Yes, sir.

The American Embassy awaits.

I want this secondment
more than anything.

It's quite the opportunity.

New York!

Imagine that.

And an ocean between you and your father

- has its benefits, no doubt.
- (TEACUP CLINKS)

Never occurred to me.

I have to make a speech
to the Ambassador's staff.

I hoped to share it with you.

My advice is don't bore them.

Make it short and to the point.

- My thoughts exactly, sir.
- (LIGHT MUSIC)

(BAG CLATTERS, BANGS)

(PAPERS RUSTLING)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(BIRDS SINGING)

We could not believe it when
we heard you were looking

to sell your splendid estate, Baroness,

since my wife and I are
eager to buy in this area.

Yes. How did you hear of it?

Oh, Lord Fallon mentioned it in passing.

- Mm-hmm.
- I'm a keen horse woman and, err...

it's so very rare to
find such a grand house

in the middle of London with...

- Mm-hmm.
- ... stables to boot. (CHUCKLES)

Well, it was not my
intention to let things

fall into such disrepair.

Expensive to upkeep, too, I'd imagine?

How much exactly were
you looking to offer?

Oh, finance is my husband's
department, Baroness.

- Mm-hmm.
- I rarely understand it

and find it quite tiresome.

And said the very same to my...

great friend, Mrs. Maisie
Carter, just the other day.

- Oh, you know the Carters?
- I say friend.

Given the chasm between
our social standing,

she is perhaps more of an acquaintance.

But my heart does go out to her.

Did you hear about the theft
of their diamond feather?

- (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
- Madam,

- you have a visitor.
- (DRAMATIC MUSIC)

I do apologize, but I
must see to my guest.

Let us carry this negotiation
on some other time.

My maid will let you know
when I'm next available.

Good day.

Baroness.

Patrick...

- NASH: Do you know him?
- BARONESS: Mr. Gibson...

- He's a dealer.
- In what?

Stolen art and jewelry.

(DOOR SQUEAKS OPEN)

Clarence...

- I need information
- (DOOR CLOSES)

on a second rate art dealer,

a Mr. Gibson.

I think you ought to see this first.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(PAPER RUSTLES)

- Who sent this?
- I don't know, there's no name or signature.

Must have been posted when I
went out to buy my luncheon.

The diamond feather you seek

can be found in Lord
Fallon's writing desk.

(CHURCH BELL RINGS)

FITZROY: I was in the
middle of my speech.

Just getting into my stride,

- and they told me to stop.
- Whiskey, Ivy.

I tried to put my case forward,

but they dismissed me out of hand.

It was a golden opportunity.

In New York, I could have
been anyone I wanted to be.

- (WHISKEY POURS)
- No-one there knows me or...

who my father is.

It could have been a fresh start.

Did they give a reason?

Lack of experience, apparently.

It sounds like they're
hoping for someone

with more years of service,
such as yourself, sir.

Are you trying to get
rid of me, Detective?

Of course not, sir.

You can always apply again next year.

Just... just be patient.

You're right, sir.

You're always right.

(COUGHS)

I'd best get back.

The files keep rolling in and...

I don't want Phelps to
accuse me of shirking.

- Thank you, Miss Woods.
- IVY: Pleasure, Detective.

- (DOOR OPENS)
- Oliver?

You're a good copper.

Don't forget that.

Thank you, sir.

(SOFT MUSIC)

(DOOR CREAKS SHUT)

That boy thinks the world of you.

You'd make a good father.

- (DUKE SIGHS)
- Would you like a family of your own one day?

(LAUGHS)

Can I speak my mind?

- Will I need another whiskey?
- (IVY LAUGHS)

(GLASSES CLINK)

(WHISKEY POURS)

(DUKE CLEARS HIS THROAT)

Given what you have just been through,

I'm sure I don't need to tell
you this, but life is short.

Don't waste it.

I don't know what happened
between you and Arabella.

But I can take a good guess
at the reason why it ended.

So, don't you think it's
about time you told her?

Told who?

(STREET SOUNDS)

(JAUNTY MUSIC)

(CLEARS THROAT)

I bribed one of the
maids as she was leaving.

The housekeeper has the night off,

and the Fallons are due
to go to the theater.

So, once they've left,

the house will be empty.

It can't be this easy, can it?

A note just miraculously tells us

where the diamond feather is hidden.

We have to at least investigate.

Besides, Lord Fallon strikes me
as a man with plenty of enemies.

(TENSE MUSIC)

Speaking of notes...

What did your men say
about me in their letters?

I think it's best to just leave that be.

And for the record,
it was not your fault.

- Thank you, Patrick.
- It was mine.

I should never have left you in charge.

- What?!
- (DOOR CLOSES)

(FOOTSTEPS)

DRIVER: Hup.

- (HOOVES CLOPPING)
- (CARRIAGE RUMBLING)

(WINDOW SLIDES OPEN)

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

What do you mean you should
never have left me in charge?

This is not the time.

- Let's find this desk.
- (WINDOW CLOSES)

See if the note was right.

Your men resigned

because they didn't
want to work for a woman.

I didn't dismiss a single one of them.

- Apart from Matthews?
- He was taking three hours for lunch.

- And Simpson?
- I didn't care for his manner.

But aside from those two,
I bear no responsibility.

And Peters?

Fine.

I did dismiss some of
them, and I don't regret it.

Good. 'Cause they told me
they would have left anyway.

- What?
- Well, don't shoot the messenger.

(DOOR SQUEAKS OPEN)

- Someone's coming.
- (DOOR CLOSES)

- This way.
- (HIGH TEMPO MUSIC)

(FOOTSTEPS RUNNING)

(RUMMAGING)

(WHISPERS) Shall I have a look?

See who it is?

(WHISPERS) Do what you want.

You always do, anyway.

- This is no time to sulk!
- I am not sulking!

(BANG ON DESK)

(BOX FALLS ON FLOOR)

(PAPERS FLUTTER)

- (TENSE MUSIC)
- (FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Well...

if the diamond feather
was in Fallon's desk,

someone else has it now.

- (CHURCH BELL RINGING)
- (HOOVES CLOPPING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

- (TEACUP CLINKS)
- (ELIZA SIGHS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

What time did you come home last night?

I wasn't aware you were my father.

I had err...

I'd hoped to speak to you, that's all.

About what?

If this is about you going
home, you're not well enough yet.

- No, it's not that.
- Oh, I know what it is.

No, you don't. But if you
would just listen a moment...

It's Detective Fitzroy, isn't it?

He's told you who my client is.

I do not need you lecturing
me about my safety, William.

Eliza, will you please for once

just listen to what I have to say?

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

Why? Who is your client?

Are you in danger?

(PLAYFUL MUSIC)

(BAG CLIPS CLOSED) Now's
not the time, William.

I really must be getting to work.

(DOOR CLOSES)

- (HOOVES CLOPPING)
- (STREET CHATTER)

If Lord Fallon did steal
the diamond feather,

then who stole it from him?

And we still need to find out
who sent the anonymous letter.

Agreed.

How curious.

We're halfway through the morning,

and there's yet to be
a cross word between us.

It's still early, Patrick.

(KNOCKING, DOOR CREAKS OPEN)

I have a list of dealers who
trade in stolen luxury goods,

but I'm yet to find
anything on a Mr. Gibson.

Leave it with me.

I have an idea where we might find him.

- (FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)
- (PLAYFUL MUSIC)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Mr. Gibson, isn't it?

(CHURCH BELL RINGING)

Who wants to know?

I'm a colleague of Inspector Wellington.

I believe you once
assisted him on a case?

I've never heard of him.

Oh, really?

- I must be mistaken.
- (LIGHT MUSIC)

Perhaps I should go and fetch him.

Err, now I come to think of it...

I do remember the Inspector.

I thought you might.

So, how can I help you?

What's your business
with Baroness Weichmann?

I've never heard of her.

I saw you meet her at her stables.

Oh.

She's requested your help to sell a...

stolen artefact, perhaps?

I can assure you,

I trade only in legitimate goods,

sold with full provenance.

Well, that's curious, since
Inspector Wellington was quite sure

that you did, indeed...

trade in stolen goods.

Perhaps I should go
and fetch him after all,

- to clear this muddle up.
- Well, the... the Baroness

has offered no stolen
goods. (LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)

But I do pay her a small commission

to bring me wealthy ladies

looking to sell their possessions...

discretely.

Often without the
knowledge of their husbands.

And has the Baroness
earned her commission

and provided you with any clients?

I've got a meeting with
one of them today at noon.

Who might this lucky lady be?

- Her name's Fallon.
- (TENSE MUSIC)

Lady Emily Fallon.

(HOOVES CLOPPING)

- He assured me he'd come to the office immediately
- (COIN PINGS)

after his meeting with Lady Fallon

and confirm what it
was she wishes to sell.

- Do you trust him?
- Not remotely.

Nevertheless, it's
the best lead we have.

- Agreed.
- Can you stop agreeing with me?

It's most disconcerting.

(NASH SIGHS) Good afternoon.

- (TENSE MUSIC)
- It's Mr. Stafford, isn't it?

(DOOR OPENS)

We have visitors.

- (TEACUP CLINKS)
- Yes, thank you, Clarence.

Nice to see you again,
Miss Scarlet. Mr. Nash.

So sorry to turn up
without an appointment.

We were just on our way to
a luncheon round the corner.

Jack's taking me to Gilbert's.

And as we were passing, I thought,

why not drop in and get
an update on the case?

Please be assured, it
has our full attention.

And as soon as we have any developments,

you'll be the first to know.

- Hmm.
- (TENSE MUSIC)

Stafford, take Mrs.
Carter to the carriage.

- (DOOR OPENS)
- MAISIE: So nice to see you again.

- Mrs. Carter.
- (FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

(DOOR SQUEAKS SHUT)

(FOREBODING MUSIC)

(SLOW FOOTSTEPS)

Word has got back to my family
that someone has stolen from me.

My brothers are dining
out on how funny that is.

And I don't like to be
laughed at, Mr. Nash.

Yes, I can see that.

So, you're gonna tell me everything

you've found out so far.

We're still following up on
different lines of inquiry.

I want names, and addresses,

- and I...
- (DOOR OPENS)

Jack?

- We're going to be late.
- Just coming, my darling.

(DOOR SQUEAKS SHUT)

(TREACHEROUS MUSIC)

You've got one more day.

- (FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)
- (DOOR SQUEAKS OPEN)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(PAPER SLAPS ON DESK)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(DOOR OPENS)

IVY: I'm going to the market.

I'll pick you up some nice
pork chops for your dinner.

Ivy?

Do you have any writing paper?

Top drawer, right-hand side.

You'll find a pen in there, too.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

- (UPBEAT MUSIC)
- (WHISKEY POURS)

(PEN SCRATCHES)

_

(TAPPING)

(FOOTSTEPS PACING)

Oooh, ah.

(PAPER CRUMPLES)

(PAPER BALL HITS WALL)

(ANOTHER PAPER BALL HITS WALL) Hmm.

(PEN SCRATCHES) Convey... my...

Convey?

(PAPER CRUMPLES)

(FOOTSTEPS PACING)

(MORE PAPER CRUMPLES, HITS WALL)

(PEN SCRATCHES)

(PAPER CRUMPLES)

- Oh, for God's sake.
- (PAPER BALLS FALLS ON FLOOR)

- (SOFT MUSIC)
- (BIRDS SINGING)

(PEN SCRATCHES)

_

Our only lead is this
crooked art dealer,

and if he's let us down, tomorrow
we'll face Carter empty-handed.

- (SIGHS)
- (WATCH CHAIN JANGLES)

If his meeting with
Lady Fallon was at noon,

he should have been here by now.

Please stop pacing.
You're making me nervous.

Good. I don't see why
I should suffer alone.

(KNOCKING, DOOR CREAKS OPEN)

- I brought some lunch.
- NASH: Not now, Clarence.

Miss Scarlet and I are
waiting for this Gibson fellow,

even though there's a strong
possibility he will not show.

If he doesn't, it's not my fault.

All of this is your fault.

Does this Mr. Gibson wear spectacles?

- Yes.
- And possess an abundant head of hair?

- Yes.
- And does he have a somewhat

pained expression, presumably
due to a nervous disposition?

- Yes.
- Yes.

Hmm. He's outside.

(HURRIED FOOTSTEPS)

(BIRDS SINGING)

(DOOR OPENS)

You took your time.

You have news on Lady Fallon?

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

She's seeking to finance
a divorce from her husband.

She got rooms at the Brabham Hotel.

The Marlborough Suite.

Wants to meet there later,
give me what she has to sell.

And what exactly is it
that she wants to sell?

Admiral Nelson's Diamond Feather.

(HIGH TEMPO MUSIC)

(FINGERS TAPPING)

It's possible that Lord Fallon did
steal the jewel from Mr. Carter,

but then what?

Lady Fallon stole it
from her own husband?

Hmm. Perhaps.

But we still need to find out
who sent the anonymous note.

(DOOR CREAKS OPEN)

(DOOR CLOSES)

As requested, I checked at the Brabham.

The Marlborough Suite is, indeed,

where Lady Fallon regularly visits.

But the rooms are not paid
for by her or her husband.

Well, who does pay for them?

Jack Carter.

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC) (SCOFFS)

So, Lady Fallon and Carter
are having an affair?

Does that make sense to you?

Hmm, very little surprises me anymore.

I'm going to take another
look at Carter's file,

see if I can make any other
connection to the Fallons.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

(DOOR SQUEAKS OPEN)

Eliza.

- (DOOR SQUEAKS)
- William, what are you doing here?

You should be at home, resting.

Yes.

I wanted to speak to you.

I did attempt to this morning.

Sorry. You just make me nervous
when you start to question me.

Is it about my current investigation?

No. It's about something else entirely.

Something that I need
to get off my chest.

But, as a man ill at ease with
getting things off his chest,

I thought the best
thing might be to, err...

(PAPER SHUFFLES) To?

(KNOCKING, DOOR SQUEAKS OPEN)

Gibson's just sent a message.

He's meeting Lady
Fallon at four o'clock.

Well, that's in twenty minutes.

Err, Mr. Nash is hailing down a cab.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

Umm...

This can wait. You go.

Well...

given you're clearly
feeling a little better,

perhaps dinner this evening?

I'll make a reservation at Gilbert's.

We'll talk then.

I'll be home by eight, I promise.

(DOOR SQUEAKS OPEN)

(DOOR SQUEAKS CLOSED)

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING HURRIEDLY)

(FOOTSTEPS PACING)

(LETTER RUSTLES)

(SOFT MUSIC)

ARABELLA: You are in love with her.

Unless you can convince me otherwise.

Well, I wish you luck.

And I say this out of
friendship, not malice.

Eliza's ambition will
outweigh everything,

even her feelings for you.

Nothing will ever be enough for her.

Certainly not the future you envisage.

(LETTER SNATCHES)

(SIGHS)

(CLOCK CHIMES)

(HIGH TEMPO MUSIC)

(FOOTSTEPS CLACKING)

(DOORS OPEN)

(DOORS OPEN)

- (DOORS CLOSE)
- Lady Fallon.

We know you have the diamond feather.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

You kept it hidden here.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

And this is where you plan to sell it.

- (DOOR OPENS)
- No, don't!

Myself and Emily, Lady Fallon,

we met through the Mayfair
Ladies Society, and...

found we were both as
unhappily married as each other.

Funny, innit?

My husband wants to be accepted
by the likes of Lord Fallon...

a man who beats his wife
when he's had one too many.

You needed money to fund a divorce,

so you stole the diamond feather.

- It was me who stole it.
- (MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

I wanted to help Emily, but
I also wanted to punish Jack.

I never even wanted to move to London.

I was happy where we were.

Where we both grew up.

We belonged.

And all I've had since
I've come to this city,

is... rejection and contempt.

And Emily's the only one who's
ever shown me any kindness.

After the party, my...

husband had had too
much to drink, and...

when Maisie saw my
bruises, she was upset.

She was meant to give me the jewel.

But instead, she put
it in my husband's desk,

and sent you the note.

I hoped you would tell Jack,

and he would deal with
Fallon once and for all.

With any luck,

Emily wouldn't have to suffer
the humiliation of a divorce,

and instead she would...

be a widow.

My husband is...

Oh, he is many things.

But I did not want his
death on my conscience.

So, you stole it back from the desk?

If you tell Jack... any of this...

well, God knows what he'll do to me.

To both of us.

- What do we tell Carter?
- (DOOR CLOSES)

We can't tell him the
truth, that's for sure.

If we don't hand them over,
Carter will come after us.

And I know it's selfish of me,

but I'd very much like
to carry on living.

(SLOW FOOTSTEPS)

What is it?

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

Carter's a wealthy man.

He could live anywhere in the country,

and yet he chose to move to London,

to join gentlemen's clubs
and mix with lords and ladies.

- Why would he do that?
- Why are we discussing this now, exactly?

The answer is because
he wants to belong.

Is this you formulating a plan?

If so, I do hope my
survival is factored into it.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

(LID SQUEAKS, SNAPS SHUT)

I never doubted you for a minute.

Now, tell me, who took it?

Neither myself, nor Miss Scarlet,

will be giving you that information.

We've returned what is stolen,

which is an end to the matter.

I will ask once more.

And it will be the last
time I do so politely.

We're more than aware of the
threat you pose, Mr. Carter.

Making people disappear is a
specialty of yours, I believe.

A publican in Leeds.

A dock worker in Hull.

There are others too, it's all in here.

You can keep this, we've
made numerous copies

of the same documents.

They're currently in a secret location,

and will be released should any harm

come to myself or Mr. Nash.

You think the police
don't know this already?

- A bunch of rumor and hearsay?
- (FILE BANGS ON TABLE)

If there were any
evidence, I'd be in prison.

Well, it's not the
police we'd send it to.

It's the guests who attended your party.

(PLUCKY MUSIC)

You chose to move to London,

to mix amongst the great and the good.

Like your hero, Admiral Nelson,

you wish to rise to
the very top of society.

But that will never happen if
they know who you really are.

Rumor and hearsay have destroyed

greater men than you, Mr. Carter.

However...

it's our wish that your
reputation remain intact,

and that none of those you wish
to impress learn any of this.

We will, of course,
be expecting our fee.

Or rather, double our fee, as agreed.

(UP TEMPO MUSIC)

Splendid.

Well, then, we shall bid
you good day. Mr. Nash?

- (NASH CLEARS HIS THROAT)
- (FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

- (THUNDER RUMBLING)
- (RAIN POURING)

(LAUGHTER)

Oh, I wish you'd been there, Clarence.

Carter didn't stand a
chance there. (LAUGHS)

To getting double our fee!

(GLASSES CLINK)

That is quite something, Miss Scarlet.

Well done.

Thank you, Clarence.

That may be the first
compliment you've ever given me.

Oh, well... (LAUGHS)

I, I shall endeavor not
to make a habit of it.

Uh, if you'll excuse me,

I'll go and add our latest
fee to the balance sheet.

(CHUCKLES)

(DOOR CREAKS SHUT)

(NASH SIGHS)

(FIRE CRACKLING)

Of all those who wrote to me about you,

Clarence was the most complimentary.

Well, as complimentary as
he can ever be. (LAUGHS)

Hmm.

It's just a shame my men didn't...

We're having a moment
of harmony, Patrick.

- Please do not ruin it.
- I was going to say, it's just a shame

my men didn't see you as I do.

As an exceptional detective,

and a remarkable woman.

- (CLOCK CHIMES)
- (THUNDER ROLLS)

I should have stayed here
until you'd settled in.

So, I must take some
responsibility for what happened.

Perhaps there were times where
I was a little high-handed

- with your men.
- (LAUGHS)

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

What say we start again?

We'll hire new staff.

I'll fund it with the
money from the Paris branch,

and stay until things
are running smoothly.

And we'll make Nash and
Sons great once more.

With your brains and my... good looks,

I mean, how can we fail?

- (GLASSES CLINK)
- (THUNDER ROLLS)

- (DRAMATIC MUSIC)
- Oh, no.

Sorry Patrick, I must go.

(FOOTSTEPS RUNNING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(THUNDER RUMBLES) (DOOR CLOSES)

- (RAIN POURING)
- (HOOVES CLOPPING)

- (THUNDER CLAPS)
- Thank you!

(FOOTSTEPS RUNNING)

(DOOR OPENS)

William?

(SIGHS)

(FIRE CRACKLING)

(SLOW FOOTSTEPS)

- (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
- (THUNDER ROLLING)

Where are you going?

You're not well enough to go home yet!

I'm not going home.

I've been to see the
Super, and he's agreed.

- I'm going to New York.
- (SOFT MUSIC)

I'm taking the secondment.

For a year?

For a year.

(SCOFFS)

Well, this is because
I was late for dinner?

No.

This is... because I love you.

(ROMANTIC MUSIC)

It's a rare occurrence that
I cause you to be speechless.

Perhaps I should tell you
that I love you more often.

Well, you... you love me,

and yet you're leaving?

Something has to change, Eliza.

Perhaps for you,

perhaps for me.

But this will, err, give us the
time to consider our options.

- I, I don't understand.
- Yes, you do.

If we are to be together...

then I cannot remain at Scotland Yard

with you a private detective.

Nor can I be around
you anymore without...

without being with you.

You have put me in an
impossible situation.

- So, this is my fault?
- (THUNDER CLAPS)

Yes.

(KISSING)

- (SIGHS)
- (THUNDER ROLLS)

(SOLEMN MUSIC)

This isn't good-bye.

It's good-bye for now.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC)

(DOOR OPENS)

(THUNDER RUMBLES) (RAIN PATTERS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(FOOTSTEPS DOWN STAIRS)

(THEME MUSIC)

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