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(CHURCH BELLS CHIMING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

All right.

Seems like just yesterday,
she was taking her first steps.

And now she runs me off my feet.

(CHUCKLING)

I wish I had her energy.

Look!

Some trains.

And all these...

(SUSANNAH GIGGLING)

Oh, Susannah!

(DOG BARKING)

No.

Susannah!

(EXPLOSION)

(SCREAMING)

(CROWD SCREAMING)

Susannah!

(COUGHING)

Lady! Lady! Are you awake?

(GASPS)

- Susannah!
- She's fine.

She's fine.

Julia, are you all right?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

W-what happened?

We were just walking down the street.

Some sort of explosion
from this building.

What are these? They're everywhere.

Hatpins.

I think that was a bomb that was...

full of hatpins.

Who would put hatpins in a bomb?

It's a new calling card
for the suffragettes.

- Oh, Susannah.
- Okay, let me help you.

Susannah!

Susannah.

(SOFT MUSIC)

Well, at least it was empty.

That's a blessing.

Oh, wait. Julia!

Please take Susannah. Thank you.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Be careful.

I'm afraid she's dead.

I know her, William.

You do? Who is she?

Her name is Alice Dewhurst.

I met her, once, through a friend.

She was a suffragette.

Well, she must be the one
who set the bomb, then.

And nearly took all of our
lives along with her own.

(THEME MUSIC)

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Thank you for coming so quickly.

Please keep an eye on her.

We'll be home soon, sweetheart.

Thank you.

Well, thoughts, Julia?

Well, I remember Alice telling me that

she admired Miss Granger,

the suffragette who died

throwing herself under the
King's horses years ago.

Do you think Miss Dewhurst intended
to kill herself in the explosion?

I don't know, but it
would make her a martyr,

just like Miss Granger.

There's something about this that simply

doesn't make sense, Julia.

If that was Miss Dewhurst's plan,

then why not place pamphlets,
or tell a newspaper, anything?

Well,

setting a bomb to draw attention
to the suffragette movement

is statement enough.

But why here?

A-And why potentially
harm innocent people?

A-And how is it that you came to know

a woman who would do such a thing?

As I said,

I met her through a
friend at the hospital.

I should have known this
was the work of you lot!

Excuse me? Who are you?

Mrs. Caverton, of the
Anti-Suffrage League.

Are you sure you don't know me, madam?

Ma'am, we have been through
quite an ordeal today.

Please move along.

Tell the suffragettes to
leave well enough alone.

They are to blame for all this!

Do you know that woman?

I, I may have seen her once or twice.

She's obviously deranged.

(SIREN WAILING)

Over here.

You'll send me your post-mortem
report once it's complete?

Of course, Inspector.

Women's Hospital.

Actually, on second thought,

take me to the corner
of Euston and Melton,

and then continue on to the hospital.

(VEHICLE STARTS)

Excuse me. You shouldn't be here.

Ah!

Uh, Detective William
Murdoch, Toronto Constabulary.

Toronto, Canada?

You're a long way from home. (CHUCKLING)

I'm visiting.

My wife, daughter and I
were caught in the explosion.

Oh, I see. Sorry business.

I-I believe this to be
the work of a suffragette.

I'm ahead of you there, Detective.

A bomb with hatpins inside

was found outside the House
of Commons about a month ago.

Luckily, it didn't detonate.

Were you able to arrest
the person responsible?

No, we still haven't
been able to find out

who put the damn thing there.

Suppose it might have
been Miss Dewhurst.

Now the ladies have a martyr.

Yes, we have people fighting
for suffrage back home,

as well, nothing this violent.

(SCOFFS) They've cut telegraph wires,

destroyed post boxes. Two months ago,

a group of women smashed hundreds
of windows with toffee hammers.

There's also, um...

Fuse wire.

Ah. Nothing strange in that.

Yes, well, why would Miss
Dewhurst require a long fuse

i-if she intended to
die in the explosion?

I suppose the bomb may have
gone off before she got clear.

I believe this was an accident.

She, she didn't mean to die.

Well,

forgive me if I don't shed a tear.

I'll be needing this.

If you find out anything else,

give me a ring. Inspector Dodd.

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

How dare you?

Julia, what's happened to you?

My child, my husband and I

were almost killed by a
bomb! Were you involved?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Did anyone here know that Alice

- was going to set off a bomb?
- Alice?

Is she all right?

- She's dead!
- (WOMEN GASPING)

Oh! Well, do sit down and have a brandy.

No! Answer the question.

Julia, I'm not lying to you.

I don't know anything
about Alice and a bomb!

- This is a tragedy.
- It is!

But I fail to see why you've
come in here shouting at us!

There were hatpins in the bomb.

Like the one Lucy set last month.

You told me that was a
friend of yours. That was you?

I only bought the one.

We made sure no one was in the area.

It didn't even go off in the end.

Did you get another one made?

No.

This doesn't make any sense.

Alice wouldn't harm a fly.

Well, I think she may have
begun to change her mind.

After castigating me for my views?

I suppose she came to understand
we need deeds, not words.

We'll never get anywhere armed only
with Christabel's simpering poems.

You can't advocate
harming innocent people!

History will thank us.

For setting off bombs in public places?

That's monstrous!

If you think me monstrous,
you can take your leave!

(TENSE MUSIC)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(DOOR OPENS)

Violet Hart.

You look wonderful.

How did you find me?

Wasn't easy.

Took a while.

But now I'm here.

And you have grown even more beautiful

since you've been away.

Since I ran away from you?

Let's not argue about the past.

I'd like to look to the future.

We don't have a future together.

We can create one,

one that doesn't include

poking around dead bodies.

I'm happy here.

This is the life that I want.

That may be.

But I'm returning to
Cincinnati with my wife,

Mrs. Violet Newman.

(DISTANT CHURCH BELLS CHIMING)

Christabel.

I need to know how Alice
went from pacifism to this.

You should go home and have a bath.

We can talk later.

She never even spoke of violence.

(SIGHS) And as Lavinia said,

she-she just doesn't seem the type!

I mean no offence, Julia,

but you barely knew her.

Alice and I were in Holloway
Prison together twice last year.

We joined the hunger strikes
and we were force-fed.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

It was...

brutal.

And it made Alice hard.

Frankly, I'm not surprised she did this.

But if you think more was going on,

there was that other trouble.

What-what other trouble?

Oh, I-I shouldn't say.

Only...

Alice had grown quite
close to Lavinia's husband.

You're not suggesting that Lavinia

could have something to
do with Alice's death?

Even the gentlest of souls
can be pushed to extremes.

(SIGHS)

What a pity.

That it should come to this.

In my constituency, no less.

(OVERLAPPING JOURNALIST CHATTER)

What do you say to the
suffragettes, Lord Lancen?

I say barbarity has no home here.

Why can't these women be
happy with their role in life?

Suffrage will cleft
happy homes in twain.

You, sir.

Were you caught in this
terrible destruction?

I was. Along with my
wife and child, yes.

I trust they are well?

Yes. Yes, I've just stayed
behind to examine the scene.

What is your business here?

I'm a police detective back in Canada.

And I intend to uncover
precisely what happened here.

Ah.

- Good day, Mr... ?
- Detective Murdoch.

Detective.

(CURIOUS MUSIC)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

You're a sight for sore eyes.

As are you.

Oh, you must be exhausted.

Well, I've been more so. Susannah?

Sleeping. Like nothing ever happened.

- Hm.
- Here!

Please tell me:

Did your post-mortem
examination of Miss Dewhurst

reveal anything of interest?

Yes.

The most significant being that
no rigor mortis was present.

Y-you're telling me that she
died before the explosion?

Well before. Someone
placed her in that shop

and made it look like she set the bomb.

And nearly killed us in the process.

(SIGHS)

Susannah's just mad for kedgeree.

It's made of curried fish,
rice and egg. And this...

is jellied eel.

It's a cockney dish.

It's better than it looks.

I'm afraid I don't have much appetite

after the events of yesterday.

Yes.

I must confess, I
feel much the same way.

Especially after my
conversation with Lucy Renshaw.

She was so blasé about the explosion,

I'm afraid I didn't do a very good
job of keeping my temper in check.

Understandably so, after
what we went through.

And what did Renshaw have to say

about the death of Miss Dewhurst?

She expressed sympathy.

I think she might be only too
happy to claim Alice as a martyr.

Opportunistic.

Do you think she could
have killed Miss Dewhurst

in order to make her a martyr?

- I wouldn't put it past her.
- (DOOR CREAKS)

(NANNY): Hello, Susannah.
How was your breakfast?

But I did learn something else
that might be relevant as well.

Oh? What's that?

There was a rumour that Alice

had close relations with
another member's husband.

Might this other member
have access to a bomb?

I don't know, but I'll be
speaking with her this morning.

I'll be speaking with
Mrs. Caverton today.

She was at the site of the bombing.

Might be a coincidence, or...

Might, might not.

Shall we meet for lunch

- and compare notes?
- Hm.

Let's hope they don't serve eel.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Excuse me, young man.

I wasn't doing anything!

You had your hand on that man's wallet.

No, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

After the bomb went
off, you helped my wife.

I, I'd just like to ask you a question.

What?

Did you see anyone

near that shop before the explosion?

London's a big city.

There's plenty of folk around.

Yes, but before the bomb went off,

did you see anyone around back, perhaps,

coming or going, carrying anything?

Might have seen a
driver taking a big trunk

down from his carriage, round the back.

Do you think you could find this driver?

Of course I could.

I know everything that
goes on around here.

- What will you give me?
- Uh...

Two shillings.

I'll do it for a crown.

(PLAYFUL MUSIC)

Violet.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

Do you have a moment?

Of course! Sit.

Is something the matter?

I need to tell you something,

but I'm afraid you'll judge me harshly.

Violet, I promise you I won't.

(DOOR CLOSES)

My marriage to Arthur Carmichael,

it wasn't exactly legal.

What do you mean?

Well, I wasn't able to marry him

because I was already married.

Y-You were?

I told you about my
father and how I grew up.

But what I didn't tell you was
when I was 16 in Cincinnati,

I married an older man.

How much older?

Twenty years.

He paid for my schooling,
and he protected me,

but he drank constantly.

And in the end, he was no
different than my father.

I stayed for three years,
and then I ran away.

Did you ask for a divorce?

He wouldn't allow it.

But I had to leave!

I didn't think he would ever
find me but, somehow, he did.

And he wants you back.

What does Isaiah say?

He doesn't know.

What can I do, Effie?

Violet, I'm sorry, but
there isn't much you can do.

Can he make me go back with him?

He can charge you with desertion.

It's tricky.

I'll have to look into American law.

- I have to go.
- Violet.

No, stay. We can have lunch.

Thank you, Effie.

(SNIFFLES)

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

This is our most popular pamphlet.

We have branches all over England.

The electors do not want this,

- and yet those women continue to...
- Mrs. Caverton,

I'd like to ask you about yesterday.

What were you doing in the vicinity?

Why? Do you really think I had
anything to do with that business?

I would say that lady
got what she deserved,

but I won't, as I am a Christian.

Please answer the question.

I was in the Reading Room
at the British Museum.

You can see my ticket, if you like.

So you left the museum
shortly after the explosion?

Yes. You can ask the librarian.

- Did I answer your question?
- Yes.

But I would like to know

why did you assume my wife
was involved in the bombing?

'Cause she's one of them.

I've seen her at rallies.

Well, she may have attended one or two.

Oh, dear.

You really have no idea.

I've seen your wife alongside
the most violent campaigners.

I even saw her the day those
women smashed all the windows.

You saw her there?

With my own eyes.

And she was holding a toffee hammer.

(TENSE MUSIC)

- (KNOCKING)
- (DOOR OPENS)

Julia, I came as soon
as I got your note.

Lavinia. Thank you for coming.

Haven't been able to sleep
thinking about poor Alice.

To die like that.

Yes, well, that's what I
wanted to talk to you about.

I've heard something alarming.

Is it true...

that Alice was close with your husband?

Duncan?

Yes, he and Alice did get on,

share the same wicked sense of humour.

But were they... intimate?

Oh, heavens, no!

Julia, can I tell you something?

Duncan and I love each other,

but not romantically.

We're both not the
sort the other prefers.

I see.

Alice knew and she didn't care a jot.

She liked musical revues
far more than I did,

so she would go with Duncan.

I suppose that's what
had tongues wagging.

Yes, I suppose it was.

Lavinia... (SIGHS)

I don't believe that Alice meant
to kill herself with that bomb.

Well, in fact, I know she didn't.

Do you mean it was an accident?

I think someone killed her,

placed her at the scene,
and then set the bomb.

If you know anything about
what happened, please tell me.

Lucy...

lied when she said she
only had one bomb made.

She paid for two. The other
one, she keeps in her shed.

I begged her to dispose of it.

(DOOR OPENS)

William, this is Lavinia...

Pardon my abruptness, but I
need to have a word with my wife.

Immediately.

Of course.

- Goodbye, Julia.
- Thank you for coming.

- Speak again soon.
- Thank you.

- What is wrong?
- (SUSANNAH CRYING)

(SIGHS)

The nanny's gone out. I have to go.

I'll be back in a minute.

So it's true, then?

You were smashing store windows?

It was an orchestrated
act of civil disobedience.

I-I was going to tell you about it,

but I knew you would react like this!

Julia, you have been consorting
with some very dangerous women.

Was that one of them that was just here?

Lavinia is harmless.

(SCOFFS) William,

I know you're angry.

I haven't been truthful
with you, and I'm, I'm sorry.

Julia, please trust me,

as I trust that you will no longer

have anything to do with these women.

There is something else.

(GROANS)

(SIGHS) I just received

Alice's blood test results.

She died of strychnine poisoning.

(TENSE MUSIC)

Julia, I am going to suggest
something that may surprise you.

I think we should stop pursuing this.

(SCOFFS) William!

Let the police here handle it.

We have one week left before
I have to return to Toronto.

We should spend that time together

taking our daughter on outings.

I know Alice, and I know these women!

I just learned from
Lavinia that Lucy Renshaw

commissioned the
manufacture of two bombs.

Two?

She already used one at the
House of Commons last month,

but it didn't explode.

I can speak with Inspector Dodd.

He seems a reasonable fellow.

If we send in the constabulary,

they won't be able
to find out the truth.

These women do not trust the police!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Christabel, what's going on?

Impromptu meeting. You
won't believe who's here.

Attention, please.

That's Lord Lancen. I met him yesterday.

I was contacted this morning by someone

who wishes to help our cause.

Please welcome Lord Lancen,

Chancellor and Member of
Parliament for Westminster.

(FAINT APPLAUSE)

I understand the tepid welcome.

I have supported anti-suffrage
policies in the past,

but no more.

Lord Lancen wishes to set up a meeting

between our group and
Prime Minister Asquith.

Indeed.

The Prime Minister
has agreed to a meeting

at the Savoy.

Though I must stress,

as this is such fraught territory,

this must remain a secret for now.

Of course. Naturally,
as de facto leader,

I think that I should
represent our cause.

I've already spoken to Miss Abbott,

- who pleaded to act as spokeswoman.
- Hm.

I believe she will
acquit herself admirably.

Oh, thank you, Lord Lancen.

(WHISPERING): It's
traitorous, Christabel.

Lucy Renshaw,

this is my husband,
Detective William Murdoch.

Julia, you were not
invited to this meeting,

and your husband
certainly wasn't, either.

I know about the second
bomb you had made, Lucy.

Was that the one that
went off yesterday?

How dare you.

Get out of my house and never come back.

You are under suspicion
of murder, Miss Renshaw.

Murder? Of whom?

Alice didn't die in the blast.

She was poisoned beforehand.

And you think I did it?

We have questions.

(LOUD WHISPERING): I don't give
a damn about your questions.

Now you get out before I throw you out!

Perhaps we could search
Miss Renshaw's property

for the second bomb.

Well, she could've moved it.

Or someone stole it.

Or she could indeed
have used the same bomb.

I still can't believe you're
involved with these people, Julia.

Well, I only just learned that

Lucy set that bomb at
the House of Commons.

I don't want you involved
in this any longer.

I've read all about the
prison hunger strikes,

- the force feedings.
- I'm trying to put a stop to that,

working with the lawyers on a
bill to stop the brutalities.

While still finding time
to smash shop windows.

(NANNY): Good morning.

All right!

Time to start your day.

William.

An unknown assailant threw a rock at
Lord Lancen's head late last night.

After the secret meeting
with the suffragettes.

Lucy Renshaw was furious at
not being chosen representative.

Do you think that she
could have attacked him?

Let's find out.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I just have to pick up the books.

Well, I hope you're not
working on it tonight,

'cause I made dinner reservations.

- Oh!
- Ah, Miss Hart,

there's a gentleman
here asking after you.

Violet.

I thought I'd come see your club.

It's quite a nice place you got here.

Please leave.

Is that any way to treat your husband?

Mm.

How rude. I didn't introduce
myself to your friend.

Name's John Newman, from Cincinnati.

I'm here to bring my wife home.

Violet, who is this man?

I take it that you don't know that

Miss Violet Hart is
really Mrs. John Newman.

Violet, i-is this true?

Yes. But I can explain.

What's to explain? Are you...

married to this man or not?

I am.

Well...

Goodbye.

Can't you just leave me alone?

I will pay you back for
everything I stole from you.

Just give me a divorce.

Please.

I'll tell you what, my beauty.

I'll buy two tickets
for the overnight train,

and you go pack up your things.

And if I refuse?

Really?

Violet,

what choice do you have?

The law is on my side.

(CAR RUMBLING)

Lord Lancen! Might we have a word?

Ah.

The Canadian detective.

We saw you at Miss Lucy
Renshaw's house last night.

Let's keep that quiet, shall we?

You told the papers you
don't know your assailant.

Perhaps you could give us a description?

I'd prefer not to discuss it.

The paper didn't mention
where you were last night,

but I could tell them.

You women can't keep
anything to yourselves.

I beg your pardon, sir?

Some woman must have told
that terror, Beverly Caverton.

It was she who accosted
me just outside my home.

Mrs. Caverton?

- The anti-suffrage leader?
- Yes.

She was furious that I
was at Lucy Renshaw's.

Why did you tell the papers that
you didn't see your assailant?

An understanding.

I wouldn't have her arrested,

and she would tell no one of
the meeting I am arranging.

I would've thought that Mrs.
Caverton was against violence.

Oh! (CHUCKLING) Don't be fooled.

That woman's capable of anything.

Especially when it comes to
hindering the suffragette cause.

Excuse me.

Lancen told you, did he?

The swine! He flies
in the face of decency

and then betrays my trust.

Mrs. Caverton, if I may,

how is it you came to know Lord Lancen

would be meeting with the
suffragists last night?

Someone sent me a note.

Unsigned.

I think I know who wrote this.

Hello, Mrs. Crabtree.

- I'm here for the Schweitzer case files.
- Yes. Mr. Buchanan.

Are you working with Mr. Dufrayne?

Yes, I just started. Two days a week.

Now, I'm in my last year of law school.

Then I suppose I shall be
seeing you across the courtroom

at the defense counsel's table.

Mrs. Crabtree,

can I ask you something?

Of course.

Have you spoken with Violet lately?

As a matter of fact, she
did come to see me, yes.

But I'd prefer to keep our
conversation confidential.

She say anything about a husband?

One who's still alive?

As I said.

Confidential.

I understand. I won't take
up any more of your time.

Mr. Buchanan.

What I can say

is that the law is not equal to all.

A woman cannot be the sole
petitioner for a divorce.

Thought we knew everything
about each other.

But she lied to me.

A woman might feel,

were she pressured

into a marriage at a young age,

that her only option is to run
away and start her life anew.

To forget about her past,

never speak to anyone of it, ever again.

I have to get this to Mr. Dufrayne.

Of course.

Good day, Mrs. Crabtree.

Good day.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Don't even try to deny it.
I know it's your handwriting.

Why tell Mrs. Caverton
about the meeting?

It was a moment of anger.

I wanted to meet with Asquith.

Christabel is too weak-willed.

She's a smart woman who
believes in pacifism,

unlike you, who wants to use
violence to achieve our aim!

- This is about Alice's death, isn't it?
- Of course it is!

What happened? Did Alice find
out about this second bomb

- and threaten to go to the police?
- No, of course not.

Look, we did argue about the bombs,

and she said she would leave the group.

But I wouldn't hurt her!

- Care to explain this?
- What is it?

It's strychnine, the same poison

used to kill Alice Dewhurst.

How did it come to
be in your possession?

That's not mine.

Look, I hold meetings here all the time.

Anyone might have left that here.

But along with the bomb,

you had both means and motive.

Yes, there was another bomb.

But when you came to tell
me about the explosion,

I checked the shed. And it was gone!

You think someone stole it?

Why should we believe you?

You could have killed Miss
Dewhurst the day before the bombing,

and then set the scene to
make it appear as though

she died in the blast.

She died the day before?

- Yes.
- Three days ago.

Well, I was in Brighton the entire day.

You can ask my cousin, or
my maid. She rode with me.

We will verify your alibi.

So did anyone else know
about the bomb in the shed?

Everyone in our inner circle.

Alice, Christabel,
Irene, Pearl, Lavinia.

Whether or not this is true,

Inspector Dodd at the constabulary

needs to know about these bombs.

You can't let him do that.

They'll throw me in prison.

Even if you were in
Brighton when she died,

that was your bomb!

Yes, but nobody was
supposed to be hurt by them.

I've been fighting for the
right to vote for years,

but violence cannot be the answer!

Julia, look, you are upset

because your child was
almost hurt in the explosion,

but you have to look
at the bigger picture!

There will be no change
without drastic action!

(TENSE MUSIC)

(TRAIN DINGING)

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

What is it going to take
for you to leave town?

Oh, I plan on leaving.

Tonight, in fact.

And I'm taking you with me.

I'm not going anywhere with you.

What do you think your employers,

or that man who I saw you with,

will say when I tell 'em about you?

That I was young and
desperate to leave home.

Anyone would have sympathy for that.

What about plotting to kill your father?

Or burying poor Mr.
Carmichael in the yard?

How do you know so much about me?

- How did you find me?
- Took a while.

But I have my ways.

It was my father, wasn't it?

He told you where I was and
everything that happened between us.

Well, did he tell you that he shot me?

He still loves you, Violet.

Like I do.

The train leaves at ten o'clock.

- I'll be at your house at nine.
- My house?

- How do you... ?
- Know where you live?

It's not important.

See you tonight.

Did you confirm Lucy's alibi?

Her maid did confirm that
they were in Brighton.

They still had their ticket stubs.

(SIGHS) Then who put the strychnine

in Lucy's medicine cabinet?

Someone trying to frame
her, someone close to her.

Psst.

You ran off before I
could give you my address.

Wasn't sure I'd see you again.

I know where you're staying.

I already told you, I know
everything around here.

Hm. And the driver?

The one you saw around
the back of the shop

carrying the heavy trunk?

I might have seen him.

But I might have not.

He keeps his horses at the stable yard

over on Little Russell Street.

Name's Charlie Lessing.

I take a lot of folk places.

You carried a trunk into
the back of an empty shop

off the Richling Road two days ago.

A shop that had an
explosion shortly after.

I do remember a heavy
trunk. Did me back in.

It was for a lady. I had
to carry it all myself.

Can you describe this lady?

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

No.

But she did leave this behind.

I would have returned it to
her, but she was well away.

Some...

sketches.

Lines, bits of poetry.

This says something
about Holloway Prison.

This is Christabel's notebook.

She brought Alice's body to the shop?

She knew about the bomb.

Why would she kill Alice?

You said the two of them were friends.

Christabel told me

that prison had made Alice hard-hearted.

But now I'm thinking that
she was talking about herself.

Perhaps they fought, and
Christabel killed her.

Christabel is meeting with
the Prime Minister today.

Mr. Lessing!

Quickly!

We need a ride to the Savoy Hotel.

As quickly as you can.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

Thank you.

- (DOOR OPENS)
- (AIDE): Sir! Sir!

- You're not allowed...
- Stop! Don't drink that.

What is the meaning of this?

Mr. Prime Minister, sir,

we believe this woman
has come here today

to make an attempt on your life.

There might be strychnine in that tea.

- No! No!
- Ah!

You've ruined everything!

Why did you have to pry?

- Why couldn't you let me be?
- (DODD): Get out of my way!

- And let you kill again? I think not.
- (AIDE): Sir!

What are you doing here?

We're attempting to conduct an arrest.

An arrest? Why?

(JULIA): She was the one who
set the bomb in Bloomsbury.

If this is true,

you've got a long prison
sentence ahead of you.

(SCOFFS) I've nothing ahead of me.

What does that mean?

I've only a short while left to live.

The force feedings in
prison made sure of that.

Is that why you tried to
kill the Prime Minister?

I told Alice, and she was horrified.

She told me she would go to the police.

I wasn't the one who wanted her dead.

But it was my idea to steal Lucy's bomb

to cover up her murder and
to blast our message home.

Wh-what do you mean

you weren't the one who wanted her dead?

Read the letters in my desk at home.

They tell it all.

(DODD): Let's go.

(TENSE MUSIC)

- Isaiah. What are you... ?
- I came to apologize.

You should leave.

- You're better off without me.
- No, I'm not.

We haven't said our vows yet, but...

but we will.

For better or for worse.

It's impossible.

I'll talk to this man.

- He'll see sense.
- He won't. I've tried.

He's insisting that I go back with him.

Where is he now?

Why?

Where is he?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(CHURCH BELLS CHIMING)

Lord Lancen?

Yes? What is it, man? I'm late.

You've heard about the meeting
between Prime Minister Asquith

- and Miss Abbott?
- Shocking.

Still, HH came out all right. Luckily.

Oh, luck had nothing to do with it.

It was all thanks to
these two from Canada.

We have the letters, Lord Lancen.

Between yourself and Miss Abbott.

Christabel wrote to you
that she was passionate

about her cause and hungry for violence.

So, together, you made a plan

to assassinate the prime minister.

(SCOFFS) I did no such thing.

But she confided in Miss Dewhurst,

and Miss Dewhurst threatened
to go to the authorities.

So you poisoned her

and planted the strychnine
in Lucy Renshaw's home.

Christabel set the
bomb with Alice's body,

but we know it was you behind it all.

You're both mad.

It's all here in the letters.

The jig is up.

You're under arrest, Lancen.

Damn you all.

Damn that Miss Abbott.

There's just one more thing.

Did you really think that
killing the prime minister

would advance women's suffrage?

Don't be a fool. I did it for myself.

I don't care a jot for
those damn suffragettes.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Wh... What do you think you're doing?

Freeing Violet Hart.
That's what I'm doing.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Violet is my wife and
she's coming home with me.

She's not going anywhere with you.

Sign this.

- What is it?
- A petition for divorce.

- I will not.
- Oh, you will.

Or this will be the
last thing you don't do.

(TENSE MUSIC)

Now go.

And don't come back.

- Isaiah, that was fierce.
- (CHUCKLING)

Just doing what I had
to do to protect my girl.

Drinks on me for the next two weeks.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

No. Are they... ?

Susannah loves scones
almost as much as you do.

(MURDOCH LAUGHS) Oh. Thank you.

(JULIA GIGGLES)

Mm. Mm. Mm-mm-mm.

Lord Lancen will be tried for
the murder of Miss Dewhurst.

(SIGHS)

They're calling it a crime of passion.

That's false.

There's no mention of
an assassination attempt.

I suppose the government
wants to cover that up.

Any mention of Miss
Abbott's involvement?

No.

I'm not sure if this
business is going to help or

harm the suffragette movement.

Julia, I do hope you intend

to steer clear of any more violence.

Yes, I will. I promise.

And I'm well aware that Susannah and I

only have a few more days
with you before you leave.

Indeed.

If I've learned anything
from rainy old London,

it's that when you have the sun,

- you make the most of it.
- Well said.

And I am going to
miss you both terribly.

I hope you'll be coming back home soon.

Yes, I will.

Promise. (CHUCKLING)

For now, let's enjoy today.

(SOFT MUSIC)

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