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- (DRAMATIC MUSIC)
- NASH: It's not my fault!

- (GATE SLAMS)
- ELIZA: All this is your fault!

- (GUNFIRE)
- NASH: Fine! It's my fault!

- (FOOTSTEPS RUNNING)
- Are you sure this is the way out?

Not remotely.

I thought you said
you'd been here before?

No, I said I'd ridden
past it in a carriage.

- (GUNFIRE, BULLET RICOCHETS)
- Ah!

(HIGH TEMPO MUSIC)

(GUNFIRE, ELIZA SCREAMS) Argh!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

What is this place?

A good place for a wanted man to hide.

(GUNFIRE)

(GAS HISSES)

What is this powder? It's everywhere.

They used to make some
kind of chemical here,

- I can't remember what.
- Is it toxic?

(GUN FIRES)

That may be the least of our worries.

(FOOTSTEPS RUNNING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(OUT OF BREATH)

I'm fairly sure we lost him.

Really?

I'm not.

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

Neither am I.

Will that lock from the inside?

(WHISPERING) I thought
you'd drugged him?

I did, but he's rather large.

It may take some time to have an effect.

Clothing, that was it.

They used to dye clothes here.

There's an interesting
story about that...

- (GUN FIRES)
- (GLASS SMASHES)

You're absolutely sure
you gave him that laudanum?

How many times? Yes, I'm sure!

- (GUN FIRES)
- (GLASS SMASHES)

- (DOOR HANDLE RATTLES) (BANGING)
- Eliza!

It's not an exact science.
I didn't want to kill him!

- (GLASS SMASHES)
- (GRUNTING)

- (DOOR HANDLE RATTLES)
- Don't worry,

I used to box for County Wicklow.

Well, is that a high standard?

Yes, it's a high standard!

(DOOR BANGING)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(THUD)

(TREACHEROUS MUSIC)

NASH: Good work.

(CREAKING)

- (GLASSES SMASHING)
- (THEME MUSIC)

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(APPLAUSE)

- (LIGHT MUSIC)
- (ELIZA LAUGHS)

Thank you, gentlemen, thank you.

But we must also thank Mr. Nash.

He and I apprehended
the fugitive together.

(APPLAUSE)

That said, we only found
him thanks to your hard work.

And, not only is this
the highest paid case

we've had since I took charge,

but it is also the highest profile.

As such, I am pleased to say

that even more new clients
have engaged our services.

This, in addition to the other
cases we're currently working,

will mean longer days and longer hours.

- But it will also mean overtime.
- (GRUMBLING) Oh.

We're going to be busier
than ever, gentlemen.

Thank you, once again. All of you.

- (APPLAUSE)
- DETECTIVE: Yes, Miss Scarlet.

- DETECTIVE: Well done, Miss Scarlet.
- DETECTIVE: Well done.

(APPLAUSE)

(PAGE FLIPS)

It's been our strongest quarter yet.

Eight payments of completion,
six engagements of service,

and that's not including the
three that came in this morning.

The men you've hired are working well.

Er, are the overtime
payments strictly necessary?

Well... good for morale.

And you did say that we could afford it.

Er, we can. Just.

He was never this generous with me.

I believe you've cured our Mr. Scrooge?

Or perhaps you were
visited by the ghosts

- of three dead accountants?
- Ho, ho.

- Any other business?
- Yes.

I've decided to return to
Paris at the end of the week.

Well, you will of course
be missed, Patrick,

but I appreciate the show of faith.

I'll make your travel arrangements.

- I assume it must be first class as usual?
- NASH: You assume correctly.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

(DOOR CREAKS OPEN)

(SIGHS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(EXHALES) You look tired.

- Thank you for that.
- NASH: I'm not surprised.

You've been working seven days a week

for the last couple of months.

You need to take the afternoon off.

- I have too much work.
- Nonsense.

You need some fun.

And I have just the ticket.

Get your things.

We're going to the races.

The races?

Horses. If we leave
now, we'll get to Epsom

- for the two o'clock steeplechase.
- No. I don't like gambling.

(NASH CHUCKLES)

You are the most natural
gambler I've ever met.

And what's the point in earning
money if you can't lose it?

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

(DOOR OPENS)

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

(HOOVES CLOPPING)

(CARRIAGE RUMBLES)

FITZROY: So, it's a bad thing?

I didn't say it was a bad thing,
I just said it wasn't good.

(CARRIAGE DOOR CLOSES)

Forgive the pedantry,
but... what's the difference?

A bad thing is when you
know for certain it's bad.

You have proof. But if
something is not good,

it means it might be bad,
but you don't know for sure.

- Yet.
- Right, that makes sense. I think.

And with Duke gone for the
best part of two months now,

it's not good they haven't
said who's covering for him.

And the word is, they're
looking at someone

from outside the department
like that posh boy, Hudson,

from the Irish branch.

You don't think it'll be Hudson, do you?

God knows.

All I know is they
ain't given me the nod.

I knew I should've joined the Masons.

Assault with a deadly weapon,
retrieval of stolen goods,

and failure to answer a court summons.

And I don't know if you
can charge him with this,

but he smells like cesspit in summer.

You heard anything about
the skipper's job from Daddy?

I do wish people would cease
to ask me about my father.

No, he has not spoken on it.

In truth we rarely talk.

There you go, sir.

This Hudson thing is
probably just a rumor.

Well, rumor or not,
it's bloody frustrating.

Maybe... they just don't like ya.

Shut your mouth, you, and come with me!

Oliver...

Father, I... I wasn't aware
you were coming in today.

Is there somewhere we can talk?

(TENSE MUSIC)

(PEOPLE LAUGHING, CHATTING)

Thank you.

You like this place?

Well, it's a little rough
around the edges, but I do.

We tend to come here
after a shift. (CHUCKLES)

Well, (CLEARS THROAT)
I'll make it brief.

While Inspector
Wellington is in New York,

we need a suitable candidate
to carry on his duties.

We are yet to find said candidate.

Well, Detective Phelps
was just saying...

No, I said a suitable candidate.

That does not mean Phelps.

But he acted up the last time
Inspector Wellington was away.

Oh, that was for a few
days. This is for a year.

Besides, the job is political now...

Budget reviews,

presentations to the Home Office.

(LAUGHS) Can you
imagine a man like Phelps

dealing with government ministers?

Hmm.

No, I want someone who
understands the game.

The right man for the job.

We offered it to Hudson
in the Irish branch,

but he turned it down.

As did four...

no, five others.

No-one wants it.

This damned expansion

has turned the job
into a poisoned chalice.

Which is why I'm considering you.

(CUP CLUNKS)

Me?

We have not always seen eye-to-eye.

And, in truth, there have been times

when I would have gladly set you adrift.

However, of late my
opinion has begun to change.

- Has it?
- I've followed your progress.

It seems that you have some
aptitude for detective work.

(LAUGHS SOFTLY) Thank you, Father.

You always lacked
ambition, even as a child.

Nevertheless, this could be
a golden opportunity for you,

and I urge you to seize
it with both hands.

(TENSE MUSIC)

I have given orders that you are to lead

the next murder
investigation that comes in.

Show me you've got what it takes.

- (PAT ON SHOULDER)
- (NERVOUS LAUGH)

We'll talk again.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

- (CUP THUDS)
- (SIGHS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

- (HOOVES CLOPPING)
- (STREET CHATTER)

DRIVER: Woah!

NASH: Well, I call it beginner's luck.

It wasn't luck.

I read today's copy of Sporting
Life and studied the form.

Racing is about gut
instinct and spontaneity.

Where's the fun in studying the form?

- Well... I think it's right here.
- (HOOVES CLOPPING)

- (DOOR CREAKS OPEN)
- Miss Scarlet.

Mr. Nash. How was the racing?

Successful.

- For some of us.
- (DOOR CLOSES)

Well... nobody likes a gloater.

Nobody likes a loser.

Right, well, erm, this arrived
for you shortly after you left.

And the contracts have come
through for the Harrison case.

If you'd be so good as to sign.

(PAPER RIPS)

There are two copies. Here, and here.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Everything alright, Mr. Nash?

Just ignore him.

He's in a sulk.

CLARENCE: And this one here.

- (FOOTSTEPS RECEDING RAPIDLY)
- (DOOR OPENS)

- Patrick?
- (DOOR SLAMS CLOSED)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

POTTS: Heavenly Father...

Bless these gifts which we receive

from thy bountiful goodness.

(CHURCH BELL RINGS)

Deprive us not of thy kingdom,

but grant that we may feast
in fellowship with thee,

for now, and forever more.

And we give thanks for
thy overflowing generosity,

and endeavor to be truly
worthy... of thy kindness.

Amen. (COUGHS)

- Amen.
- Amen. (CLEARS THROAT)

- (POTTS CLEARS HIS THROAT)
- (CUTLERY CLANGS)

Apologies, Mr. Potts.

I'm a little out of practice
when it comes to saying grace.

Well... I've always
believed a simple blessing

gives a moment's pause after a long day.

Aww, that's so lovely Barnabus.

You're so good with words.

Hmm. It's hard not to
be when you are my muse.

- (POTTS CHUCKLES)
- (IVY SIGHS)

Umm... have you heard from
Inspector Wellington recently?

Yes.

I received a letter
from him this morning.

He's moved into lodgings
near the police precinct,

and seems to be settling in well.

I plan to write back
to him after dinner.

Ooh! If you do... (CHUCKLES)

I have a rather amusing anecdote

you may wish to include
in your correspondence.

About the methanol we
received at the mortuary.

(CHUCKLES) You remember,
I told you about it.

Perhaps you can tell him
yourself on his return?

(LAUGHS) Oh, no, no, no.

A tale this hilarious cannot wait.

I'm not sure I'd call it hilarious.

(PLAYFUL MUSIC)

You said it was the funniest
story you'd ever heard.

It was how you told it to me, Barnabus.

My fear is that Lizzie
may not do it justice

by writing it down.

(KNOCKING)

I'll get that.

(DOOR OPENS)

- (DOOR CLOSES)
- It was very funny.

Oh.

(KISS)

(DOOR OPENS)

Detective Fitzroy.

- To what do I owe this pleasure?
- May I come in?

It's a somewhat delicate matter.

Of course.

- (DOOR CLOSES)
- I'm looking for Mr. Nash,

but I've been unable
to locate him. I was...

hoping he might be here?

I'm afraid not.

Is it something I could help with?

There's been a murder.

Err, the victim was stabbed several
times in a street in Aldgate.

Oh.

Do you wish to engage our services?

Mr. Nash is wanted in
connection with the murder.

I have a warrant for his arrest.

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

(FLASH, CRACKLING)

- (PEOPLE CHATTERING)
- (DOG BARKING)

What's she doing here?

I invited Miss Scarlet to the scene.

She may be able to shed some
light on the relationship

between the victim and Mr. Nash.

What did you say his name was?

We're not entirely sure.

But we know he was in a
public house in the area.

The landlord only knew him
only by his first name, Eamonn.

And what does this have
to do with Mr. Nash?

He was in the same pub,

asking about this Eamonn fella.

The landlord recognized Nash.
Apparently, he's a regular.

He was in what was described
as an agitated state.

A few minutes later, he
was seen stood over the body

before running off.

Defense wounds on the arms.

Several shallow cuts to the torso.

It would appear the fatal blow
was directly through the heart.

Thank God you came, Miss Scarlet.

We never would've worked that out.

I've never seen this man before.

- Right, off you go then.
- Detective Phelps...

I would remind you that
I am the officer in charge

- of this investigation.
- Yeah?

And why is that, I wonder?

Orders from Daddy.

Has Mr. Nash mention
the name Eamonn before?

Her boss is a suspect.

Talk about a conflict of interest.

Patrick Nash is many things,
but he's not a murderer.

Maybe not.

But he was looking for someone
right before they were killed,

and he was seen by their dead body.

- And then he disappeared.
- He hasn't disappeared.

He's not at home, he's not at work,

or any of his usual haunts.

So, where is he, then?

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

- (KNOCK ON DOOR)
- (DOOR SQUEAKS OPEN)

CLARENCE: Oh.

(DOOR CLOSES)

I asked the men, no-one's seen Mr. Nash

since he left the office yesterday.

And this, err... and
the telegram he received,

- you didn't see what it said?
- No.

It did seem to greatly alter his mood.

- (DRINK POURS)
- Hmm.

- Indeed, it did.
- (BOTTLE CLATTERS ON TRAY)

Oh.

The police have no surname

or address for the dead man, they...

think his Christian name was Eamonn?

Does that mean anything to you?

That is a difficult question to answer.

In what way?

Because you're my superior,

- and I do not wish to lie to you.
- Then don't.

Yes, but Mr. Nash owns the company,

and I, I, I do not wish
to betray his confidence.

If he is charged with murder,

then we will both be out of a job.

Well, when you put it that way..

as you know, we have a number
of paid informants on our books.

I make all these payments myself,

with the exception of a
gentleman named Eamonn Murray.

What is he paid for?

Mr. Nash told me not to enquire
in the most forceful terms.

Well, do you have an
address for him, at least?

As I say, Mr. Nash told
me to not to enquire.

You're a cautious man, Clarence.

You trust no one with the
finances, not even Mr. Nash.

I find it hard to believe that
you haven't made it your business

to find out who this man is.

I swear, I do not know who he is.

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

But I may have once paid a cab driver

to tell me where he took Mr. Nash,

and as such... well,
I may have his address.

- (STREET SOUNDS)
- (DOG BARKING)

(HARMONICA PLAYING)

MAN: Where are we going?

MAN: I know this great place...

- (CLICK)
- (DOOR CREAKS OPEN)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(PORCELAIN CLINKS)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING DISTANTLY)

(DRAWER OPENS, CLOSES)

(GLASS BOWL CLINKS)

(CUPBOARD OPENS)

(CUPBOARD CLOSES)

(TIN CLATTERS)

You've had a wasted
journey, Detective Fitzroy.

We are running most
dreadfully behind schedule,

and the postmortem has
yet to be carried out.

I was told you would have
the coroner's report by now.

I'm afraid Mr. Wormsley's
been called away

to the Stepney Mortuary
on a multiple drowning.

Things are still in a state of flux.

We are understaffed in many key areas,

including now forensic examination.

When will he be back?

Not for a number of hours.

I've checked the records
office for Eamonn Murray,

he's got no previous.

Never even been arrested.

Anything from the postmortem?

They've not done it yet.

(CLEARS THROAT)

I was just explaining
to Detective Fitzroy

that there will be a
delay on the said report.

The fault of which should
not be laid at our door.

Perhaps you could have a word
with the Police Commissioner

about the disarray
Scotland Yard's expansion

has besieged upon us?

Why would I do that?

Well, he's your father after all...

PHELPS: Careful, Mr. Potts. He
don't like talking about Daddy.

The fact he is my
father is quite separate

to my professional relationship
with him as an officer of the law.

(SNIGGERS) Really?
Oh, that's a good one.

In fact, it's quite cheered me up.

Apologies. I meant no offense.

Detective Phelps, while we
wait for the said report,

- I could give you a few observations...
- You will address me,

Mr. Potts, not Detective Phelps!

I am leading this investigation.

Again... apologies.

Then I'll give you my opinion...

As far as I am aware,

you have no medical
qualifications whatsoever.

You are, in fact, a clerk.

So, I would appreciate if you
kept your opinions to yourself.

Let me know when this
postmortem has been carried out.

Immediately.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(THUD)

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

He's a sensitive soul.

POTTS: Indeed.

(HOOVES CLOPPING)

ELIZA: Clarence.

I do this only because I
am concerned for Mr. Nash.

Do what?

Betray his confidence.

I've made further enquiries.

There is one other person
that Mr. Nash pays money to,

as with Eamonn Murray.

And that is?

(WHIMPERS) I should not
be doing this voluntarily.

Perhaps if you could
threaten me in some way?

Very well.

Clarence...

I will dismiss you immediately,

unless you give me the
information you've discovered.

That's very good.

Yeah, err... Once a month,

Mr. Nash makes a payment to a lady

named Margaret Farrel,

and that is all I know.

Oh, apart from her address,
which you will now give me.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

- (TENSE MUSIC)
- (DOOR CREAKS OPEN)

Good afternoon. I... I
wonder if you could help.

I'm looking for Margaret Farrel.

So am I, darling.

- You're a private detective?
- (WHISKEY POURING)

I am.

And your wife may be able to
help me locate a missing person.

Can I get you a drink?

No. Thank you.

Will Mrs. Farrel be back soon?

I don't know when she'll be back.

So, who is this missing person?

Err, a business associate of mine.

A Mr. Patrick Nash.

(TREACHEROUS MUSIC)

This makes sense now.

You know him?

I'm a fisherman.

Away on the boats most of the time.

The nosey old cow next
door told me about someone

who comes and goes when I'm not here.

Patrick something, she said.

So, that's the fella's
name, is it? Patrick Nash?

Mr. Farrel, please do
not jump to conclusions.

It's hard not to when he's
run off with me missus!

Sorry, darling.

It's not your fault.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

It's just...

I just want her back.

I do understand and I...

I know this is difficult for you, but...

What?

- You want some?
- No, thank you.

The tin just looks familiar, that's all.

A friend of mine used the same brand.

(TIN SHUTS)

Small world.

(SCOFFS)

Well, hopefully your
wife will be home soon.

If you'll excuse me I must be going.

If you find her...

you'll let me know, won't you, darling?

Yes, of course.

As soon as you can.

Don't make me come looking for you now.

(LAUGHS)

(DANGEROUS MUSIC)

(DOOR SQUEAKS OPEN)

(DOOR SQUEAKS CLOSED)

(HOOVES CLOPPING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(DOOR SQUEAKS OPEN)

Mr. Potts.

May I come in?

Miss Scarlet, I believe we'd
reached an understanding.

You may only enter these premises

when accompanied by
an officer of the law.

I'm meeting Detective
Fitzroy about a case.

Eamonn Murray? The
stabbing by the docks?

Yes, I know the case.

And no, Detective
Fitzroy has not arrived.

Nor has Mr. Wormsley
to do the postmortem.

I tried to explain to
Detective Fitzroy earlier

that we were rather under
the cosh at the moment,

but he was most rude to me.

Well, I'm sorry to hear
that, but Detective Fitzroy

has instructed that
I wait for him inside,

which I think still honors the
spirit of our agreement, does it not?

No, it does not.

(DOOR SLAMS)

(LOUD CHATTER)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(DOOR SQUEAKS OPEN)

Mr. Potts.

Ivy is like a mother to me,

and when the two of you are wed,

you will be, for better or
for worse, like a father.

And yet still you seek to lie,

cheat, and manipulate me as ever.

Good day, Miss Scarlet!

- (DOOR SLAMS)
- (UPBEAT MUSIC)

That woman...

Utterly relentless...

- Would try the patience of a saint!
- Mr. Potts, please...

hear me out...

Miss Scarlet.

- How on earth did you... ?
- The truth is I have no plans

to meet Detective Fitzroy.

Ah.

My business partner has gone
missing, accused of murder.

I'm convinced he's innocent.

But to prove it, I need
information on the corpse

- you have in here. And yes...
- I do...

... I know what we agreed. And, yes,

I know my presence irks you
so, but right now, Mr. Potts,

beyond anyone else in the world,

it's your informed opinion that I seek.

(TENSE MUSIC)

Oh...

Well...

it's nice to know that

someone values my opinion, I suppose.

Hmm.

One question, you say?

Er, the dead man's teeth.
What condition are they in?

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING SLOWLY)

- (SHEET FLAPS)
- (OMINOUS MUSIC)

(CARRIAGE DOOR CLOSES)

Detective Fitzroy?

Miss Scarlet.

I'm sorry to bother you so late.

- I have a question for you.
- Go on.

I went to the telegraph office
near Eamonn Murray's lodgings.

It appears he sent a telegram
to Mr. Nash saying, "He's back."

- (SINISTER MUSIC)
- Do you... know what that could mean?

I don't, I'm afraid.

You look tired, Oliver.

Perhaps pick this up in the morning.

It would be pointless. I won't sleep.

I must make some progress
on this investigation.

My father's made it clear to me
that if I do well in this case,

then I'll be promoted, and...

I'll fill Inspector Wellington's shoes

- while he's on his secondment.
- I see.

Please, keep this to yourself.

Charlie Phelps has his... suspicions,

and I have enough on my plate as it is.

He won't hear it from me.

And please, let me know if Mr. Nash

makes any contact immediately.

Of course.

(FOOTSTEPS SKIPPING)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

I got your message.

(FIRE CRACKLING)

Your maid let me in.

Can she be trusted?

She can.

(HOOVES CLOPPING DISTANTLY)

Patrick...

what's going on?

I can't stay long.

I come with only one request...

leave this alone.

(DANGEROUS MUSIC)

How can I when you fled a murder scene?

I don't have time to explain,
but I need you to trust me,

and do as I ask.

What did that telegram
mean, "He's back?"

- Who's back?
- Eliza...

- And where's Maggie Farrel?
- Somewhere safe.

- Safe from her husband?
- She doesn't have a husband.

The man you met is
dangerous. Stay away from him.

How do you know who I met?

- Have you been following me?
- Run the business,

concentrate on the cases you have.

Do not try to find me.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

I found a brand of chewing tobacco

at the dead man's lodgings.

And, as I'm sure you're aware,

chewing tobacco often causes...

damage and decay to the
tooth and gums, but...

Eamonn Murray's teeth
were in perfect condition,

not a stain on them.

I...

I believe the tobacco
belonged to the Irishman

- I met at Maggie Farrel's.
- For your own safety,

stay out of this.

Please.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(NOISY CHATTER)

(TIN BANGS)

Chewing tobacco?

It's how we'll find him.

Who?

Bloody hell.

The murderer.

I am your senior officer.

You should not talk to me
in that kind of fashion.

What kind of fashion?

It's your tone, Charlie.

- My tone? Oh, la-di-da.
- Gentlemen...

Eamonn Murray was an
informant of Mr. Nash,

as is Maggie Farrel,
who is currently missing.

They are linked by a third person...

- The Irishman?
- Finally, he gets it.

Someone matching his description

was seen at Eammon Murray's lodgings

the day he was killed.

- (TIN CLATTERS)
- This is key.

It's a brand of chewing
tobacco from Norway,

sold in just one shop in London:

a tobacconist near the docks.

The proprietor recently
sold several tins

to the crew of a fishing boat
from Oslo, called the Narvik.

One of their number was not Norwegian.

He was an Irishman
who bought three tins,

one of which I found
in Eammon Murray's room.

- (TIN BANGS)
- I'll get down the docks,

see if can get the ship's manifest.

That should have the
names of everyone on board.

No, you will wait for my command.

- (SINISTER MUSIC)
- (PAPER UNFURLS)

No need, Detective Phelps.

I went this morning
and got the manifest.

It's a crew of seven,

all with Norwegian names, apart from...

a Sean O'Driscoll.

(PAPER SLIDES)

Do you have any idea
where we might find him?

All my men have been looking for
him, but so far found nothing.

My guess is that he'd be
somewhere near the docks.

There are three pubs near
where the ship's docked,

plus, a couple of low rent brothels.

I imagine we'll find
one or two sailors there.

I was about to say the same.

Were you?

Detective Phelps, gather ten
men, and wait for us outside.

(SHOUTS) Now, Charlie!

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Miss Scarlet, I, I apologize.

I just...

I just want this to go well.

(TENDER MUSIC)

Oliver, I'm far from an expert on this,

but from my brief experience
of being the one in charge,

losing one's temper
rarely serves any purpose.

Inspector Wellington
always found a balance

between rebuke, and encouragement.

I confess, it does not
come naturally to me.

Well, you're not Inspector Wellington.

You're your own person.

You'll find your own way.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(BUSY STREET CHATTER)

PHELPS: Come on, get
a move on! Hurry up!

(SEAGULLS CRYING)

Any of these?

No, he's not here.

(CLEARS THROAT)

We're looking for a man from
a boat called the Narvik.

Norwegian in origin. But the
man we seek is an Irishman

by the name of Sean O'Driscoll.

If any of you know him or
any of that crew, speak now.

(MAN CLEARS THROAT)

This is a murder investigation!

If you do not co-operate, there will...

there will be consequences!

(SEAGULLS CRYING)

Any suggestions?

Oh, so you err, want my help now?

My old man was in the merchant navy.

Thirty years, man and boy.

I remember him saying

most sailors are only on dry land

for a couple of days at a time.

The ship docks, unloads its cargo,

loads up again and heads off.

He was always worried he'd
pass out drunk somewhere,

and miss his ship leaving,

"cause then they'd give
his job to someone else.

And he'd be stranded miles from home,

no money, and no job.

Or even worse, he'd be back in London,

and he'd have to go home to me mum.

(LAUGHTER)

So...

we could have every one of
you held for questioning.

But that could mean days
in a cell, maybe longer.

Certainly long enough for
someone else to take your job.

Let's try this again.

Do any of you know Sean O'Driscoll?

Were any of you on his boat?

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

- You were on the Narvik?
- No.

But he was.

- (HIGH TEMPO MUSIC)
- (MEN SHOUTING)

(THUD) Urgh!

Will you get out the
bloody way, you idiot! Urgh!

Argh! (THUD)

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

(HEADBUTT) Urgh!

(KNIFE SINGS)

(THUD) Urgh!

Get up!

(TENSE MUSIC)

A thank you would be appropriate.

Tell us about Sean O'Driscoll.

He was your shipmate?

(SIGHS)

When we arrived in London,

myself and the rest of the crew

stayed in a boarding
house near the docks.

- (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
- We assumed that Sean would go home,

he said he lives here.

But instead, he stayed with us.

We shared a room together.

On the second night, he came in late.

He was drunk and angry,

his clothes stained with blood.

He told me if anyone came
asking that I had to say

I had been with him all night,

and to keep my mouth shut,

or he would kill me.

When was this?

Two nights ago.

The night of the murder.

(UP TEMPO MUSIC)

Is he still at this boarding house?

(RIFLE CLATTERING)

Keep those rounds secure,

and don't load till I give the order.

And try not to bloody shoot yourselves!

We couldn't find anything
on Sean O'Driscoll at first,

but I sent word to the
records office in Clerkenwell.

That's him.

It's an old charge sheet
from eight years ago.

It belongs to the London City Police,

which is why we didn't
have it in our files.

There are numerous petty offences,

but there's something else.

Warrant for arrest, 1876.

He was a suspect in
a murder case, but...

look at the victim's name.

Michael Nash.

Patrick's brother.

(FOOTSTEPS PACING)

(HOOVES CLOPPING)

(DOOR CREAKS OPEN)

- (DOOR CLOSES)
- Clarence...

what do you know of Mr. Nash's brother?

Only that he was murdered,
and the culprit never caught.

I need to show you something.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(FIRE CRACKLING)

There's another safe in my office?

Mr. Nash asked me not to tell you.

- I really am...
- Just tell me what happened.

I was working late,

I stepped out for a few
minutes to get something to eat.

When I returned, someone
had accessed the safe.

How many hidden safes does one man need?

He keeps his most sensitive
documents in there.

Only he and I know of its existence,

which would seem to suggest...

He's been back here.

When you say, "sensitive
documents", what do you mean?

Money in various different currencies,

details of bank accounts
on the continent.

Things he would need should
he ever wish to disappear.

Well, why would he
wish to disappear now?

Half of Scotland Yard is
looking for Sean O'Driscoll.

Perhaps he's fearful O'Driscoll
will get to him first.

Oh, Patrick's no coward.

Well...

he has his moments.

Go and see if anything
else has been taken.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(FOOTSTEPS BOUNDING UP STAIRS)

(SEAGULLS CRYING)

The men are in position.

We'll go in at exactly eleven o'clock.

O'Driscoll's room is
on the second floor,

and it's possible he may try
to climb out the back, so...

Watch around the back, yeah, I know.

I've got my men there already.

(WHISPERS) My apologies.

Your men.

Charlie...

it might benefit us both if
we were on more friendly terms.

You can't be both.

You're either in charge,
or your someone's mate.

Never both.

Well, at least show
some gratitude, then.

I saved your life this afternoon,

yet you've offered
not one word of thanks.

Do you know how many
coppers lives I've saved?

Or how many have saved mine?

It's a given.

- I'd have done the same for you.
- Yes, well, even so...

Is that what you want from all this?

Someone to say, "Well done"?

Someone to tell you how clever you are,

"cause no one did
when you were a nipper?

Do the job or don't do the job.

Just don't ask me to tell
what a good boy you are.

(SINISTER MUSIC)

- (WHISTLE BLOWS)
- OFFICER: Move, move!

Quicker, quicker! Go, go, go, go!

- (DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
- (FIRE CRACKLING)

(FINGER RUBS)

ELIZA: What is this place?

A good place for a wanted man to hide.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(SINISTER MUSIC)

(FOOTSTEPS SKIP LIGHTLY)

I thought I was more
than clear about you

not getting involved
for your own safety.

You didn't seriously think
I'd listen to you, did you?

(INHALES SHARPLY)

Well, what can I say?

I'm an optimist.

I should've known you were here.

Like you said, it's the
perfect place to hide.

Well, apparently not.

What else have you found out?

I know that Sean O'Driscoll
killed your brother.

First I thought you
were running from him.

But then I realized...

you're not hiding from him.

You're hunting him.

You've found him, haven't you?

What have you done, Patrick?

(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

Untie him,

and we'll take him to Scotland Yard.

There were two witnesses
to my brother's murder.

One was Maggie,

a barmaid O'Driscoll
had taken a shine to.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

And the other was Eamonn.

He was in the wrong
place at the wrong time.

And you...

killed him for it.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

I got to know Maggie and
Eamonn over the years.

Kept them on the payroll.

The deal was, if he ever came back,

they'd let me know.

Eamonn was as good as his word.

But I got to him too late.

That's why I moved
Maggie somewhere safe.

Tell all this to the police.

What's sense is there keeping him here?

- (GUN CLATTERS)
- So, I can put a bullet...

- in his head.
- No! Please! Don't!

No, no, no, no, Patrick,
you're not thinking clearly!

I've never had more clarity.

My brother was the sweetest,

kindest soul you could ever meet.

The only family I had left.

- And he took him from me.
- (GUN COCKS)

- If you kill him in cold blood,
- (TENSE MUSIC)

- you are no better than he is.
- Get out my way.

This will be murder,
Patrick. You will hang!

- (SHOUTS) Get out of my way!
- No, Patrick, please do not do this!

If not for yourself, then for me.

(DARK MUSIC)

For you?

All my life I've been told...

there are things that I cannot do.

(SINISTER MUSIC)

(ROPE RUBBING)

And for all your faults,
and God knows there are many,

you were the only one to
ever show any faith in me.

You're not just my business partner.

You're my friend.

(TENDER MUSIC)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

You always know...

the right thing to say.

(ROPE PULLING)

(TENSE MUSIC)

It really is most annoying.

(GLASS CLINKS)

- (DRAMATIC MUSIC)
- (GUN FIRES, ELIZA SHRIEKS)

(THUD)

(OMINOUS MUSIC CRESCENDO)

So, what happens now?

The hospital have confirmed
that O'Driscoll is in a bad way,

but... he'll live.

The bullet went right
through his shoulder.

With O'Driscoll a known killer,

if he intended to stab
you with a shard of glass,

an argument can be
made for self-defense.

- Patrick saved my life.
- (SOFT MUSIC)

You'll have to testify and
explain your part in all this.

You should have contacted us
when you knew where he was.

But we'll speak of your good
character and co-operation,

won't we Detective Phelps?

We will.

But on the matter of kidnap
and obstruction of justice,

we can't turn a blind eye.

Nash will be charged,

and, if convicted he'll
be facing some time inside.

You should go home and get some sleep.

Can I see him before I leave?

(POLICE STATION CHATTER)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) (KEYS JANGLE)

(LOCK CLICKS)

(DOOR SQUEAKS OPEN)

There you go, Miss.

(SQUEAKING)

(CELL DOOR CLANKS) (LOCK TURNS)

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

How are you?

I've been better.

My license will be suspended
whilst I'm awaiting trial.

I'm afraid the office
will have to close.

Hopefully not for long.

(SLOW FOOTSTEPS)

(SIGHS)

- Patrick...
- I know what you're thinking.

What, that you look terrible?

That I'm going to prison for some time.

But you're wrong.

I know several good lawyers,

a couple of high court judges, too.

There's every chance this will
just be a temporary setback.

We'll be back on course
before you know it.

With my good looks... and your brains...

You don't believe me, do you?

- (TENDER MUSIC)
- Shh.

Don't answer that.

What will you do in the meantime?

What I always do.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

I'll be fine.

Of that, I have no doubt.

I'm...

- truly sorry.
- You don't have to apologize.

Mmm, perhaps.

But I want you to think I'm a...

good person.

That will never happen, Patrick.

(LAUGHS) Oh, no?

(CHUCKLES)

But I'll always keeping trying.

- (STREET CHATTER)
- (HOOVES CLOPPING)

(MEN LAUGHING)

This city gets worse and worse.

It took me an age to find a cab.

And why do we have to meet
in this bloody place again?

Because I like it.

Well, I won't draw this out
any longer than I have to.

My cab is waiting for me.

The job is yours, effective immediately.

When Wellington returns from New York,

he will resume his post.

But you will have had solid experience,

and we can move you on elsewhere.

You'll get a letter with all
the details, salary and so on.

No.

What?

I don't want it.

What do you mean, you don't want it?

I cannot think of a
clearer way to express that.

Don't you have any ambition?

In truth...

I'm not entirely sure. (LAUGHS)

I know I'm happy in my position.

I have much to learn.

Each time I think you
cannot disappoint me more,

and each time you prove me wrong.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

That is your concern, Father,

not mine.

I no longer care.

(EXHALES)

Well, if not you, then who?

God knows, we're not spoiled for choice.

There is one man I would recommend.

- He is, I believe...
- (UPBEAT MUSIC)

the best man for the job.

So, I'll say it once again
for the hard of thinking.

Every file for every
active investigation

to be on my desk by six o'clock tonight.

I want it written in something that

resembles the Queen's English.

Right, dismissed.

OFFICERS: (MUMBLING)
(FOOTSTEPS SHUFFLING)

Not you, Detective Fitzroy.

Thank you.

Was there anything else?

Was there anything else... Sir?

Was there anything else, sir?

No. Now, bugger off.

- (UPBEAT MUSIC)
- Shut the door.

(DOOR CLOSES)

- (CORK POPS)
- (CHURCH BELLS RING)

(FIRE CRACKLING)

(SOFT MUSIC)

(SLOW FOOTSTEPS)

ELIZA: 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.

POTTS: Goodness...

Those stairs have left me quite puffed.

You mind your back, Barnabus,
you know how it gets.

(SIGHS)

I'm feeling a slight twinge
in my lower vertebrae.

I told you to be careful.

- Here, you need help.
- Thank you.

(GRUNTS, CHUCKLES)

Thank you for your help, Clarence.

- You really didn't have to.
- It's my pleasure.

Well, perhaps not my pleasure.

I've never been one for manual labor.

You have my word, Clarence,

I'll be in touch when
I'm back on my feet.

I look forward to it, Miss Scarlet.

Will you be alright?

I have some small savings,
I shall be quite well.

(LAUGHS)

Nothing heavy, Barnabus!

Please don't fuss, my dear.

(SIGHS) I want you in one piece.

You should not say such
things. It's not Christian.

(GIGGLING)

HILL: Miss Scarlet?

Ooh. One moment.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING HURRIEDLY)

- Hmm, mm, mm.
- (BARNABUS SIGHS)

- (PEOPLE CHATTERING)
- (DOOR OPENS)

All finished, Mr. Hill?

All done, Miss.

(HOOVES CLOPPING)

It's perfect.

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

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(THEME MUSIC)

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