All language subtitles for Miss.Scarlet.and.the.Duke.S05E06.

We're still awaiting
the official cause of death,

but given he had a 12-inch blade
through his heart,

I'd be surprised if it was
natural causes.

Irwin, you'll take the lead
on this.

- Yes, Sir.
- Phelps and Jones,

work through a list of
known associates.

Given his previous convictions,

I am sure we'll find some
familiar faces.

Alright, that'll be all,
thank you.

Yes, Detective Phelps?

You put Irwin in charge.

The victim is from Holloway,

Irwin has informants
in the area.

I've not led a case in months.

I evaluate each investigation
on its individual merits,

- it's not personal.
- Are you sure about that?

If you have something to say,
then say it.

I've tried my best to make
this work,

but you want me gone.

You think they should have got
rid of me when you took over.

You're making problems where
there are none.

This is about me getting
the job,

and you being unable to
accept that.

People respect me here.

If I say the word, you've got
a mutiny on your hands.

Hmm.

Well, that's a chance
I'll just have to take.

Alright lads, a bit of hush,
please.

I've got something
I want to say.

I said, quiet!

Things haven't been right
for a while.

Our new inspector seems to think

he can ride roughshod over us,

do what the hell he likes.

Well, enough is enough.

He needs to start showing us
more respect.

So, I say...

let's go and see him
in the morning,

tell him if things don't change,

every man is downing tools
and walking out.

I just need to know one thing.

Who's with me?

I said...

who's with me?

Have you seen my notebook?

No, have you looked in your bag?

Well, I can't find my bag...

Well, it's likely in that
bedroom of yours,

which by the way, could do with
a tidy, young lady.

Does Mr. Potts really need to
bring all these things?

He wants everything here,

so he can move in

straight after the wedding.

It's sweet.

How are the wedding plans going?

You seem rather calm?

I don't feel it.

There's the cake to ice,
the food to make,

my dress to adjust, and Barnabus

said he's put on a few pounds,

so, he wants me to let out
his waistcoat.

Thank you again.

For what?

For being so understanding

about Barnabus moving in.

It means the world to me

that I can stay on living here.

And it'll be nice, the three
of us together.

I'm sure it will be,
just ask him

not to bring any more things.

Ah. I think that is everything,
my jewel.

Barnabus, I'm sewing
my wedding dress.

You're not meant to see it,
it's bad luck.

Oh, there's no such thing as
bad luck

when one is marrying

the most beautiful woman
in the world

that the good Lord has ever
put on this earth.

In a few mere days,

you will make me the happiest
man alive.

You are so sweet.
Isn't he sweet, Lizzie?

Hmm.

Oh er, before I forget,
Miss Scarlet,

I almost broke my neck
on your bag

when I arrived earlier.

lying right in the middle
the hallway, if you please,

so, I put it into your bedroom,

a place for everything,
everything in its place.

Quite right.

And I hope I do not speak
out of turn

when I say that, er,
room of yours

could do with a little tidy?

Come.

Good day, Inspector Blake.

Miss Scarlet.

Are you feeling unwell?

No. Why do you ask?

You knocked on the door,
then waited and entered,

just as a normal person
might do.

Don't worry, I shan't make
a habit of it.

It's the invoice for
the Davidson case.

I believe we've had
this conversation before,

the account department's
on the ground floor.

Oh...

well, I'm here now,

so while I am,
I also wondered if...

If there were any cases
that required your attention?

No.

But I do have something for you.

The latest copy of Hayward's
Forensic Science.

I ordered one for you.

I...take it that's a publication
you enjoy?

Yes.

Yes, it is.

It's by way of saying thank you

for giving Sophia a tour
of your office.

It would seem I'm no longer
her favorite detective.

Well, we ladies must
stick together.

I don't...I don't know
what to say.

Say, "“Thank you,
Inspector Blake."”

Then leave promptly so that
I may continue my work.

Thank you, Inspector Blake.

Oh, Detective Phelps,
how are you?

Don't ask.

I just saw Detective Phelps.

He's not having the best
of times recently.

He rather humiliated himself
the other night.

So I heard.

I wish I'd been there,

I could have talked him
out of it.

Would he have listened to you?

Not in the least, no.

Oliver.

Good morning, Father.

I have a message from
your mother.

She wishes the three of us

to dine together this evening.

Oh. Yes, erm, of course.

Forgive me, Miss Scarlet,
I don't believe

you've been introduced.

This is my father,
Sir George Fitzroy.

Father, this is
Miss Eliza Scarlet.

She's a private detective.

She's helped us
on numerous occasions.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

Madam.

Eight o'clock.

Chancery's on Piccadilly.

Don't be late.

It's my mother's birthday,

her annual attempt to
build a bridge

between myself and my father.

Well, I wish you good luck.

Believe me, I'll need it.

Did you enjoy the lamb?

Yes, it was excellent.

Very tender, and the sauce
was superb.

I should hope so,
at these prices.

I trust you are eating well,
Oliver?

Those long hours at work

are rarely conducive
to a good diet.

If I say yes,
will you stop worrying?

I'm your mother,
I'll never stop worrying,

but as long as you're getting
plenty of sleep.

Oh, for God's sake, woman.

He's not a child.

Well, I'm going
to ask for the bill.

I have a meeting in my club.

How is your friend,

the lady detective,

Miss Scarlet, isn't it?

One moment, Sir.

For God's sake.

It is Mother's birthday.

Can you make an effort,
just for once?

How dare you speak to me in
that manner?

George, please.

I will happily foot the bill,

if you go to your club
without delay.

Well, in that case,

you can see your mother home.

I cannot abide his rudeness.

I'm sorry, Mother, I didn't
mean to upset you.

It's not that.

What is it?

Mother?

Just take me home,
Oliver, please.

Yes, of course.

Ivy, it's barely seven o'clock

and you're already baking?

I just need to get a few
of these

in the oven, before I head off
to work.

Whilst you're here, try these.

Mmm, absolutely delicious.

Your father used to
love them, too.

He had a sweet tooth,
just like you.

How many are you making?

Well, there's 30 guests,

so, a couple each, I suppose.

Ivy, this is new.

Hayward's Forensic Science.
Fancy.

Inspector Blake bought it or me.

Did he now?

What can I do to help?

You don't have to look
so surprised

when I offer my help to cook.

It wasn't surprise, it was fear.

It's a fascinating book.

Apparently, each person's
fingerprint

is as unique as a snowflake.

The potential for forensic
investigation is enormous.

Hmm. I'm currently engrossed

in the biography of
Luca Pacioli,

the legendary
"“father of accounting"”.

He, of course, invented
the double-entry system

of bookkeeping.

Oh, of course.

The biographer goes into

minute detail of every entry
in every ledger,

and still manages to keep
the book

down to just 900 pages.

Is that all?

Good morning.

Good morning.

You are Miss Scarlet?

I am, how can I help?

The matter I wish to discuss

is somewhat delicate.

I have some errands to run.

Take a seat.

It's a pleasure to finally
meet you, Mrs. Fitzroy.

Your son is a good man,

and an excellent detective.

You must be very proud.

I'm in two minds about whether
I should even be here.

I've stood outside your office
many times before, but...

lacked the courage to enter.

Well, you're here now.

And whatever you tell me
will remain confidential.

My husband and I have been
wed 30 years.

I've turned a blind eye
to his moods, his rudeness,

his inability to say a good word
about anyone.

But there is one thing
I cannot ignore.

His adultery.

You believe he's being
unfaithful?

He disappears for
entire evenings,

claiming to be at some club
or other.

I know he's lying.

I speak to the wives of the men

he's supposed to have met with.

Then last week,

he received a bill from
a florist in Greek Street.

I saw it left open on his desk.

He's been buying red roses,

dozens of them, for weeks.

God knows who for,
certainly not for me.

I just need to know the truth.

I can see the toll this is
taking on you, Mrs. Fitzroy,

and I'm truly sorry.

But if I were to take your case,

it would put me in
a difficult position,

both with my...my friendship
with Oliver,

and my work at Scotland Yard.

Your husband is
the Police Commissioner,

the risk to my business
would be great.

I understand your reservations.

But please...

I cannot trust anyone else
with this.

I'm desperate, or I would
never have come.

You followed
the Police Commissioner?

If you'd just let me explain...

The single most powerful man

in London policing,

the man who could blackball you

from Scotland Yard,

the man who is the cousin

to the Foreign Secretary.

That's not letting me explain.

The poor woman was devastated.

I trust you've not yet
told Mrs. Fitzroy

what you witnessed last night?

No.

Not yet.

The situation is more complex

- than it first appeared.
- More complex

than the Police Commissioner

having a dalliance
with a young man?

Yes.

- There's something else.
- Oh, Lord.

After the Commissioner
went into the building,

I decided to wait outside.

Of course you did.

An hour later, the door opened.

I watched the Commissioner leave

and was about to follow him,

but a few moments later,

the young man

left the premises too.

Oi. Watch it, darlin'.

Sorry.

So you bloody should be.

The bag was gone?

I believe he left it on purpose

for someone else to collect.

Well, maybe it was just stolen?

It was only a matter of seconds.

He didn't even finish his drink,

he just looked at his watch,

got up and walked off.

There's something else
going on here,

- I know it.
- Do you want my advice?

No, of course you don't,
but I'm going

to give it to you anyway.

Do not involve yourself in
this any further.

Tell Mrs. Fitzroy

that you did not see
her husband,

and that you cannot continue
with this case.

Get your
Morning Herald here.

Ah, there you go, Sir.

Thank you, Sir.

Why are you following me?

If you're intending to rob me,

I would highly advise
against it.

I'm a detective with
Scotland Yard.

You're coming with me.

Take his things.

They didn't say anything to you?

Not a word.

And you can't remember
what they looked like?

It's all a bit hazy, Sir. Er...

I remember...buying
a...newspaper.

I vaguely remember...it being in
an alley.

That's about it.

The doctor said I have
a concussion.

What we do know is that
they robbed you.

Your pocket watch
and wallet were stolen.

My mother gave me that watch
for my 21st birthday.

She'll be most upset.

Oliver.

Oh.

Oh, my boy.

It's not as bad as it looks,
Mother.

I will find who did this,
Mrs. Fitzroy.

You have my word.

Detective Fitzroy has
a concussion

and three broken ribs.

Gentlemen...

the best way we can help him

is by keeping calm
and doing our job.

Yes, Sir.

Without a clear description
of the attackers,

this means house-to-house
inquiries.

I also want a list of everyone

Fitzroy has arrested or charged

in the last two years.

And you're to lean on every
informant that you have,

do whatever it takes,
this is one of our own.

- Yes, Sir.
- Yes, Inspector.

Detective Phelps?

I know the resentment
that you carry,

but now is not the time.

So, if I get a hint of that
during this investigation,

you will be dismissed
on the spot.

Do you understand?

Believe me,

I want to find the scum
who did this

as much as you do.

I've only just heard. How is he?

He'll live.

It looks like it was a robbery.

Are you sure?

Why would you say that?

Er, Mrs. Fitzroy,
this is Miss Scarlet,

a friend and associate
of your son's.

Pleased to make your
acquaintance, Miss Scarlet.

Likewise.

Please do excuse me,
I need to find a doctor.

My son is in a lot of pain.

What?

If you knew something
about this attack,

you would tell me?

Of course, I would.

I know nothing about it.

Then I shall get on with
the business

of finding whoever did this.

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I just can't shake
the feeling that,

whatever happened to
Detective Fitzroy

was not a random robbery.

But people are robbed every day
in the city?

Clarence, I'm quite sure that
I witnessed a bag drop

between the young man
that the Police Commissioner

was seeing,
and someone in that pub,

and then out of nowhere,

the Commissioner's son
gets beaten up.

There's something off here.

Well, have you told
the Inspector

of your suspicions?

I couldn't.

Marion Fitzroy was there,

and she made it abundantly clear

she wanted to conceal any

association between us.

And anyway, I'm bound by
client confidentiality.

Not if someone's

life's at risk, you're not.

As Patrick would say,

you have the uncanny ability
to make

what is already a dire situation

even more unsatisfactory,
Clarence.

- Eliza.
- Please,

just say something positive.

Back inside, now.

Have you listened to it?

Listened to what?

Have you listened to it?

I've...no idea what you're
talking about.

Yes, you do.

She does not, neither of us do.

Tell him to be quiet.

Be quiet, Clarence.

We know that you followed

the Police Commissioner,

and that you saw him
with Aleksey.

Aleksey?

That's the young man
the Commissioner

was visiting?

We also know that you took
Aleksey's bag,

and that you now possess
what was in it.

So...

I will ask you one more time.

Have you listened to it?

No, because I...I didn't take
the bag,

- someone else must have.
- You're a liar.

She's not. How dare you?

Be quiet, Clarence.

You have five seconds
to tell me the truth,

or my colleague here will put

a bullet in your friend's head.

What?

Five.

- Four.
- Eliza.

Three.

Two...

No, I...I haven't listened
to it,

but I do have it.

Where is it?

Somewhere safe, not here.

Take us to it, now.

But if I do,
then you'll kill us.

I'll kill you if you don't.

Well then, you'll never find it.

Nor will I tell you

if you harm my colleague.

What do you propose?

I'll retrieve the bag,
and its contents,

leave it in the office,
which I'll leave unlocked

tomorrow night.

You may claim what's yours,

we go our separate ways.

If you try to follow me,

I'll go straight to
Scotland Yard.

You have until tomorrow night.

You have no idea where
that bag is, do you?

Not a clue.

Thank you.

Inspector Blake.

Good evening, Sir.

I've been out of town all day,

I've just heard what's happened
to my son.

What can you tell me?

Nothing concrete yet,
I'm afraid, Sir.

We're still following several
lines of inquiry.

But be assured,
every available man

is working the case.

Well, I'm glad to hear it.

His mother is beside herself
with worry.

- It was a robbery?
- It would appear so.

So, he was just in the wrong

place at the wrong time?

That is what I intend to
find out,

but I would still like to
consider all options, Sir.

Can you think of anyone
who would

wish harm on Oliver?

No.

No, my son has many faults,

but making enemies
is not one of them.

And yourself?

Myself?

There have been times where
a man

in a high position such
as yourself

has found his family
at threat in some way.

Well, that's not the case here,
I'm sure of it.

Yes...but perhaps to be certain,
we might...

Well, you're wasting your time!

Yours and mine.

If you make any progress,

you'll tell me, won't you,
immediately?

Yes, Sir.

I'm still not convinced
it was wise

to tell those thugs you have

what they were looking for.

Well, we're alive, aren't we?

Well, for now.

What do you think they meant
when they said,

"“Have you listened to it?"”

- Listened to what?
- I haven't the slightest idea.

The only thing I am sure about

is that there is a link between
the Commissioner

and whoever those men were,

and the attack on
Oliver Fitzroy.

This link, I fail to see how
it's going

to stop me being killed?

We'll make a plan in
the morning, Clarence.

Everything feels better
after a good night of sleep.

I doubt I'll get any sleep.

Try reading that book on
your famous accountant.

I shall.

Yes, thank you.

Ivy?

Ivy?

I am intrigued with your décor,
Miss Scarlet.

It's rather eclectic.

Or are you setting up
a curiosity shop?

My housekeeper, what have you
done with her?

She's gone out for the evening

with a rather loquacious
gentleman.

She has my sympathy.

Do you always enter people's
houses without permission?

Yes, all the time.

You can run if you like.

But I wouldn't recommend it.

Now, sit.

We've met before.

Oi. Watch it, darlin'.

Sorry.

So you bloody should be.

You were a decoy to stop me

from getting that bag,
weren't you?

Who are you?

You can call me...Miss Scott.

Is that your real name?

You will cease your
investigation

into Commissioner Fitzroy
with immediate effect.

And what if I don't?

Hmm...

Think of the worst thing you
could imagine.

The most pain.

the most humiliation.

The very sum of all of
your fears.

My friend here will deliver it.

Cease your investigation.

Do I make myself clear?

You do.

Splendid.

Anything?

Afraid not.

I've leaned on every nark,

scrote and snitch

on both sides of the river,
not a word.

How persuasive where you?

I used the carrot and the stick.

Mostly the stick.

No-one knows anything.

I've spoken to the other
lads too,

they're all saying the same.

But there is someone
I haven't yet asked,

someone who's well-connected.

In the criminal sense?

He's about as criminal
as they come, yeah.

And who might that be?

My uncle.

Your uncle is
Dylan Cooper?

That is, to say the least,
a conflict of interest.

We're not close,

not since I joined the force.

In fact, I heard a rumor
he had a price on me head.

How reliable is that rumor?

Mr. Cooper will see you now.

Let's find out.

You got a minute?

You brought back-up?

He works with me.

I'm Detective Inspector Blake.

I know who you are.

Sit down.

Didn't you used to have his job?

How are you, Uncle?

What do you care?
You never come see me.

I'm here now, aren't I?

Always were a lippy little sod,

even as a nipper.

We're not here to reminisce.

What are you here for?

Nobody knows what goes on
in this city

better than you, Mr. Cooper,

and we need your help.

And why would I help you?

Because then I would be
in your debt.

And I'm a man who knows how
to repay his debts.

Nah, you ain't that type
of copper.

Now, one of my men...
has been hurt.

And I will do whatever it takes
to get answers.

You see, that's why
he's got your job.

You could learn a thing or two
from him, son.

So?

What you heard.

Only '‘cause you're kin.

There's this fella.

He sells papers off
the corner of Old Pitts Lane,

done it for years.

He knows every copper
on his pitch.

Your lad bought a paper off him.

He reckons the boy
was being followed.

That's all I know.

I'll head over to
Old Pitts Lane,

see if I can find this
paper seller.

It's two o'clock in the morning,

he won't be there for hours.

Then I'll wait.

I suppose that seals it, right?

Now you've seen where I'm from,

a good reason to get rid of me?

That's one way of looking at it.

Another would be that you
have access

to a valuable resource,

and showed great character

sharing it with
a senior officer.

Find that witness.

Come in, Miss Scarlet.

Inspector Blake.

I'm curious, do you ever sleep?

Well, it's practically morning.

Er, I...I need a moment
with you.

Actually more than a moment,
several moments.

There's a lot to explain,

I'll tell you on the way.

On the way to where?

Come along.

And this is where you saw
the Commissioner,

and this Aleksey?

It is.

And these Russians think you
stole his bag?

There's something inside it that
you can listen to,

but I've no idea what.

Nor do I understand how
this Miss Scott

and her red-headed associate
fit into all this.

Are you sure he's not in?

Positive, the lights have
been off all night.

I believe it's a good place
to start

and try and find some answers.

I knew I was right.

About what?

At the hospital.

I could tell there was something
you weren't telling me.

Do you really want to have
that conversation now?

Our friend Aleksey
has expensive tastes.

The drapes are pure silk,

yet the address is far
from salubrious.

Or the exterior was picked
to be discreet.

I suspect the interior was
designed to appeal

to gentlemen of wealth
and influence.

Like the Commissioner?

Do you think as I do,

that all this is linked to
the attack on Oliver Fitzroy?

I do.

Have you listened to it?

That's what the Russians
asked you.

I still have no idea what they
were referring to.

Could it be this?

A wax cylinder.

I don't see a phonograph
it could be played on?

Perhaps Aleksey doesn't own one.

Maybe not.

But I do.

Let's see what we have here.

That's the man who had
a gun to my head.

I recognize his voice.

Aleksey? That's the young man

that the Commissioner
was seeing.

Do you speak Russian?

I was taught basic Russian
when I served

in the Afghan wars back in '78.

The Russian threat was growing,

and if you were captured,

survival was more likely

if you could communicate.

What does it say?

When the clock strikes nine,

Aleksey must come to the place

where his favorite bird lives.

His grey-haired friend
will be...

"Ctept."

I don't know that word.

The grey-haired friend must
be the Commissioner.

Where's the meeting place

where his favorite bird lives?

What favorite bird?

"Ctept."

What does it mean?

Erased.

They're going to kill him?

At nine o'clock.

It's half-past-eight now.

Come.

I went to speak to
the newspaper seller,

but before I could get to him

he was harassed by a woman

and what looked like a thug.

- Does this thug have red hair?
- He did.

Do you think this is who
came to your home?

- Mmm.
- Did you find out who they are?

They drove off in a carriage.

I managed to follow them to some

disused warehouses in Kilburn.

Then I lost them.

Where is this place?

Er, just north of the high road.

Er, Blackbird Lane.

Aleksey.

Why on earth are
we meeting here?

What's going on?

I'm sorry.

What have you done, Aleksey?

Police!

Place your weapon on the ground.

We have uniform on their way.

Soon this whole place
will be surrounded.

So, I will say this only
once more.

Put down your weapon!

God.

Aaargh...

Argh.

Put your weapon on the ground...

now!

There's no need to shout,
Inspector.

We'll gladly do as you ask.

I told you to wait
in the carriage.

I did, until I heard gunfire.

Who are you?

British Intelligence,

for Her Majesty's Government.

My codename is the Governess.

I work for the Queen's
Department, Level Three.

As I am sure you are aware,
there are many divisions

in the British Security Service.

QD3 is the least-known.

Some may say the, er,
murkiest of them all.

And you've been monitoring
the Police Commissioner?

We became aware of the Russians'
attempt to groom him.

They put an agent,
the young Aleksey, in his path.

His job was to find
the security arrangements

on the new Royal Naval ship
being built.

At Deptford Docks?

Precisely.

It's the Navy's technical
advancements

in particular the Russians
are after.

And, er, well...

Commissioner Fitzroy's
a well-connected man,

not only in his position here,

but also in British government.

In particular his family
connection

as cousin to
the Foreign Secretary.

Was it his intention to work
with the Russians?

Oh, good God, no.

The man was oblivious
to the fact

he was being played.

But...that all came to a head
when the Russians

discovered their operation
had been breached...

by Miss Scarlet here.

At that point the Commissioner's
days were numbered.

Oh.

These belong to
Detective Fitzroy.

He was being trailed to see
if he was involved

or aware of his father's
activities.

Unfortunately for him,

he turned out to be a rather
astute detective,

and realized he was
being followed.

My men had no choice but to
cover their tracks,

and make it look like a robbery.

Detective Fitzroy made
the mistake

in fighting back.

I, er...do...apologize for his
entanglement.

Entanglement?

He was beaten to a pulp.

Hmm.

What I have told you here today

must remain in the strictest
of confidence.

If there is a leak...

I cannot promise there will not
be repercussions.

No-one is immune.

And it will be out of my hands,
I'm afraid.

What of the Commissioner?

Hmm.

He'll retire,

live out the rest of his life

quietly in the countryside.

The last thing he wants
is the world to know

what he's got tied up in.

Least of all his family.

Good day, gentlemen.

Miss Scarlet.

Miss Scott.

Right, I'm off too,

head to the hospital,
check on his lordship.

Detective Phelps?

That was good work.

Thank you, skipper.

Drink?

Make it a double.

Have you encountered someone
like her before?

Like the Governess? Never.

It doesn't surprise me that
there are female spies

working for the government,
but...

to hold such a position
of authority.

An impressive woman indeed.

Good day.

Good day.

It is with great honor

and much unbound joy,

that I now raise a glass

to my beautiful wife.

- To Ivy Elizabeth Potts.
- To Ivy.

To Ivy!

Ooh.

How are you, Oliver?

A great deal better, thank you.

And even more so after speaking
to my mother this morning.

My father has decided to leave
the police force

and retire to our country home
in Surrey.

It is most welcome news.

He won't be breathing down
my neck all the time.

That is welcome news.

That's your third glass?

Oh well, who's counting?

When I met Clarence, Oliver,
he was teetotal.

Oh, our Miss Scarlet has
turned you to drink.

Let's just say working with her,

there's never a dull moment.

This champagne
is quite exquisite,

- it cost a pretty penny, I bet.
- Well, I'm paying for it,

so you can put it on
the ledger, Clarence.

Here you go, your Highness.

Thank you, Charlie.

I can see Detective Phelps
is looking after you?

Oh, he's got me running around
like a blue-arsed fly.

Inspector Blake lent me
his carriage.

Each morning, Charlie collects
me and takes me to work.

I've told him I'm perfectly
capable

and don't need assistance.

Oh, hark as his lordship here.

I'm not assisting ya.

All I care about is a free
ride to work.

Speaking of Inspector Blake,

I assumed he'd be invited?

Indeed, he was,
but his daughter was unwell,

nothing serious, just a cold.

But he still sent his carriage
to bring me here.

Ha, ha, he's quite
the gentleman, isn't he?

He certainly is.

Everybody got a drink?

Thank you, yes.

We must be on our way.

Margate awaits.

We do not want to miss
the train.

Barnabus, if we leave now,

we're going to be an hour early.

Better three hours too soon

than one minute too late,
my dear.

Mr. Potts is right, Ivy.

Well, surely you must now
call him Barnabus,

mustn't she, Barnabus?

Hmm?

Yes, of course.

Well then...Barnabus.

Barnabus.

Barnabus.

Hmm.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

I'll send you a postcard.

Please do.

Inspector Blake.

Miss Scarlet?

I'm sorry to
disturb you,

but I heard that Sophia
was unwell.

And, er, well, since you
couldn't come to the wedding,

I've brought her and...you some
wedding cake.

You came all the way across town
to bring...wedding cake?

Erm...

Yes.

How's Sophia feeling?

Better.

That's very kind, thank you.

Well...

erm...uh, good day,
Inspector Blake.

Miss Scarlet.

Miss Scarlet?

- Would you like to come in?
- Yes.

I'd like that, very much.