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And I need your help.

Go on.

It's going to be dangerous.

Oh, you think it was murder?

You know this woman.

I can explain.

I always find actions speak louder than words.

Eliza, what has changed?

Everything!

This is a new dawn indeed.

This is a new dawn that we love

Come on Jack, down here, down here, down here, down here, down here!

Come on Jack, down here, down here, down here, down here!

Come on Jack, down here, down here, down here, down here!

There you are.

Inspector Blake, I can explain.

Which part?

Drugging a dozen men or stealing a priceless artifact?

It was eight men.

And I didn't steal anything.

I returned it to the British Museum for a fee, I admit.

But as soon as I'd done so, I immediately informed Scotland Yard's a new handgun.

You could have killed one, if not all of them.

A little order never hurt anyone, is better Blake.

Perhaps we should continue this conversation aside.

Perhaps I should have forewarned you of my plan.

I'm sorry, do you forgive me?

No.

Not remotely.

We need to be discouraged.

I'd better close the door then.

We need to be discouraged.

We'd better close the door then.

We need to be discouraged.

We'd better close the door then.

Let's go.

Not me!

If I die!

No!

I'm dying!

I'm dying!

I'm dying!

You got to go!

Don't trouble!

We need to be careful.

You cannot simply kiss me in the middle of my hallway, Alexander.

You didn't seem to mind.

Oh, I just, I just want to stay in this bubble forever.

No one else knowing or interfering.

Things are perfect as they are.

Mostly, yes.

What do you mean, mostly?

Eliza, I have offered you three cases in the past fortnight,

all of which you've turned down.

I've been extremely busy.

How does Clarence feel about you turning down work?

He feels the pain every bit as much as I do.

Hmm.

You didn't tell him, did you?

The truth is, I'm worried what it would be like working together now.

As do I.

But there's only one way to find out.

That's why I've never been in this situation before.

I don't want anything to ruin it.

Eliza!

Inspector Blake, how nice to see you again.

Spots.

I see more of you here than I do at work.

What do you want for dinner?

Anything's fine.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

You're usually fussy about what you have for dinner.

I should be getting back.

Yes.

Thank you for coming, Inspector Blake.

I'll be sure to speak to the Accounts Department about my invoice.

Be sure that you do, Miss Scarlett.

I'll see you out, Inspector Blake.

Miss Spots.

Inspector Blake.

I know that girl inside out.

And I've never seen her so happy.

And I've a sneaky inkling as to why.

Don't go asking me to share my inklings with you, Barnabas.

We both know what you're like with secrets.

Barnabas, you finally touched your bacon.

I cannot deny I'm in a little trouble to my dear.

Why?

What's happened?

As you know, I like to keep all the mortuaries under my charge, spick and span.

However, recently, chaos has begun to seep through the cracks.

Cracks caused, I'm sorry to say, by our Chief Coroner.

Mr. Wormsley.

He's become a shadow of his former self.

He now arrives at work late.

He leaves early.

His administration has become woeful indeed.

And on more than one occasion, I have noticed the potent aroma of whiskey about him.

Oh, you must speak to him.

It's not fair to lay extra work at your door.

There is a strict chain of command.

One must respect, my beloved.

If everyone went around saying all that was on their minds, there would be...

Panicky?

Precisely.

Then all I can offer is a kiss.

Might that soothe your furrowed brow?

Yes.

Yes, my dear.

Oh, yes.

That may have you ate some of my discomfort.

All right.

See you later.

See you later.

Excuse me.

I can't seem to find the clerical office.

I think it's at the end of the corridor.

You think?

I've only been here once before.

It's my first day.

Really?

Mine too.

End of the corridor, you say?

On the right, I think.

I'll give it a try.

Oh.

Good luck.

You too.

Pardon.

Well, when is Mr Wormsley due in?

Very well.

Please let him know that we're still waiting on the post-mortem from yesterday.

Come.

Detective Willow, supportive producer.

Yes, I'm well aware who you are, Detective Willow.

Please.

You, uh, seem to have something on your lapel.

I do apologise, sir.

Teeth and baby at home.

I didn't realise you were married.

It's complicated, sir.

So, given this is your first day, normally I'd give you time to find your feet, but I'm

afraid we're still a couple of men short.

I think you met Detective Fitzroy when he came in for your interview.

Yes, sir.

Well, he's now left to take the role of senior detective in the Birmingham force, and Detective

Phelps is...

It's at the City of London Police, sir.

Yeah, I have some mates there.

What are they saying about him?

He's doing very well, sir.

You can speak freely.

He's a bit of a character, is what I hear, sir.

Indeed he is.

So, are you ready to get to work?

Yes, sir.

Very much so.

And thank you again for giving me the job.

I won't let you down.

Glad to hear it.

Two dead bodies for our immediate attention.

One in a townhouse in Mayfair, the other in a cold, drafty alleyway in Kilmer.

Kilmer, if you want to make a good impression on your first date, I would take.

The draft's the alleyway in Kilmer, sir.

I believe you and I are going to get along just fine.

It's not that business has dried up completely, but things have been rather quiet, particularly

from Scotland Yard.

Yeah, things will pick up, Clarence.

They always do.

Well, yes, but we haven't had a single case from Scotland Yard for some time, though.

Well, it has been unseasonably cold, which, as you know, does have an effect on the crime

levels.

Usually, in such lean times, you'd be accusing Scotland Yard of employing an alternative agency.

Usually, you'd be on your feet and out the door to talk to the inspector.

Usually...

Can you please stop saying usually?

This is about you and Inspector Blake, isn't it?

I have no idea what you mean.

Oh, I think you do.

You have offended him in some way, and he's refusing to employ you.

I guess your powers of deduction still need honing, Clarence.

I can assure you, Inspector Blake and I are on the best of terms.

Professionally speaking.

Now, can you please drop that odd-looking frown?

It's very disconcerting.

She answered a word, sir.

I'm Inspector Blake from Scotland Yard.

I believe it was you who found the body.

Can you tell me your name?

Take her back to the yard.

Get her a cup of tea.

Yes, sir.

Come on, now.

No evidence of a robbery.

No sign of a struggle.

Potassium bromide.

Victims well-dressed.

There's no obvious signs of attack.

It doesn't look like a theft.

She's still got her purse.

Yes, sir.

Two bottles of potassium bromide.

Two dead women.

Coincident, sir.

Tell me about your lady.

Her name was Elizabeth Roper.

Passerby said that she was having some sort of fit before she died.

Convulsions and such.

I've asked Uniform to do house-to-house inquiries.

I also have a potential witness.

A young woman.

She seems traumatised by whatever she saw.

Hasn't said a word, not even her name.

When I was at Bow Street,

if we had a female witness who was in shock,

we used to ask one of the secretaries to sit with her for a bit.

Do you have any ladies you could ask?

An urgent request from Scotland Yard?

That's welcome news indeed.

Shall I get you a can?

Not yet.

I'm thinking.

May I point out that you've been reading the same telegram

for almost ten minutes now?

What if another case comes in?

Something bigger, more lucrative?

I don't understand.

Well, it's a fairly simple concept.

I don't understand,

because that's literally never bothered you before.

Am I missing something?

Fine.

Fine.

I'll go.

Miss Scarlet.

Inspector Blake.

Where is she?

Would you like a cup of tea?

Coffee?

I know where they keep the whiskey, if that helps.

There's no rush.

Take your time.

As I said, my name's Miss Scarlet,

but you can call me Eliza.

And you are?

My name's Sarah Mason.

She arrived at the house of the deceased Miss Quayle

at 25 past 8 this morning.

The door was ajar,

and when no one answered,

she ended to find Miss Quayle collapsed on the floor.

What was her reason for going to Miss Quayle's home?

Miss Mason is a secretary to a doctor on Harley Street.

To Isambard Cole.

He was treating the deceased for a form of neuroses.

He sent Miss Mason to check on her

when she failed to attend an appointment last evening.

That is most comprehensive.

Thank you, Miss Scarlet.

I believe she's now ready to make a full statement.

I'll send my invoice to the accounts department.

You're leaving?

You asked me to speak to your witness, and I have.

I'm sure you can take it from here.

No persuasion or manipulation

to get me to hire you on the rest of the case?

This is a new dawn indeed,

and one I am ill-prepared for.

I'm trying to make the best of a difficult situation, Alexander.

Believe me, it's not easy turning down work.

Eliza.

I don't want people to know about us either.

Not yet, anyway.

The fact is,

you are an excellent detective,

and I need your help.

Are you trying to charm me?

Yes.

Is it working?

Come.

Detective Willows, this is Miss Scarlet.

Oh, no, she is, sir.

It's nice to meet you, Miss Scarlet.

And you?

I saw you in court once.

You were giving evidence at the Jacobson trial.

You kept interrupting the judge,

and you got fined.

Twice.

Only twice.

You have some information on your poisoning?

I do, sir.

The deceased, Mrs. Roper,

she was under the care of a doctor at Harley Street.

He specialises in treating melancholia.

Will Dr. Isambard Cole, by any chance?

The very same.

So both women were prescribed potassium bromide by the same doctor?

Yeah, it would seem that way.

We need to speak to this doctor

and contact the pharmacy that supplies them with the drugs.

There's also the post-mortem of the two women

that need to be expedited.

Thank you, Miss Scarlet.

I'm quite aware of what the next step should be.

Do what she said.

Yes, sir.

Well, as you said, I can take it from here,

so thank you again for coming in.

Unless you do want to help with the investigation.

I'm fine, thank you.

So, we'll say that I'm here because I interviewed a secretary

and I've worked for Scott Lignard for many years,

even before you arrived, in fact,

so be sure to mention that.

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm fine.

It's just our first professional engagement since...

Well, you know, I just want everything to go smoothly.

As do I.

Off to you.

No, Alexander, when we're working together,

it's best that you treat me as you would one of your men.

You can be polite in our private time.

Perhaps you could write a list of what I'm meant to do and when.

Here.

Two of my patients found dead.

Mrs. Roper collapsed in the street

and Miss Quayle was found at home by your secretary.

By Miss Mason.

The poor creature suffers from a nervous disposition.

She will be most traumatised.

Well, yes, that's why I interviewed her.

Because as a woman, Inspector Blake thought it might help.

Since Miss Mason is also a woman.

Lady Detective.

How curious.

Do you often work together?

I have a long-standing relationship,

working relationship with Scott Lignard,

not just Inspector Blake, so...

But that's why I'm here.

Both of the deceased were found with the same medication,

potassium bromide.

Was it you who prescribed that?

To control the melancholia from which they both suffered.

They were also undergoing a course of electrotherapy.

I used the updated adaptation of the Povermarkers technique.

Oh.

Yes, I've read about this.

Patients are given electrical currents that pass through the body to the brain.

It's said to calm the mind of agitation.

All right, I told you about this.

At your office.

At Scotland Yard.

Yes, Miss Scarlett.

Thank you for reminding me, particularly of the location of said conversation.

Elizabeth Roper was seen to have some kind of convulsion before she died.

Could this be linked to the treatment?

Mild convulsions only occur whilst the electric current is being administered.

As for the potassium bromide, it is possible, I suppose,

but it would be an extreme and unusual side effect.

Could someone have tampered with the medication?

Unlikely.

I receive it sealed from the pharmaceutical supplier.

I then administer the dosage myself.

We will need a list of all other patients prescribed with potassium bromide.

Yes, of course.

It may not be a factor, but until we see the postmortem, we cannot be sure.

Yes.

You mentioned that your secretary, Miss Mason, suffers from a nervous condition.

Is she also on this medication?

Yes, she is.

I'll add her to the list.

I'll speak to Miss Mason whilst you and your men track down the other patients.

What?

You're so intent on keeping our relationship secret

that you're in danger of broadcasting the very thing you're trying to conceal.

Yes, perhaps I am being a little overly cautious.

My nerves were a little freed in there.

Really? I had no idea.

I'll go and visit Miss Mason.

Would you like a lift?

No, no, no.

The less we're seen together, the better.

Good day, Inspector Flake.

Hold the door, please.

Good day, Mr Potts.

Deceptive Willows.

Unaccustomed to seeing you within these hallowed walls?

Transferred from Bow Street.

It's my first day today.

Best of practice to you.

Actually, I was just coming to see you.

We need the postmortems for the two women brought in this morning.

Well, I'll send word as soon as the examinations are completed.

But I must warn you, we are running very much behind today.

Hence why I'm here.

Have you been chance to see Mr Wormsley?

Afraid not.

I can find hide the hair of him.

If you do happen upon him,

please impress that he is needed at the mortuary most precipitously.

And do use that word.

I'll do my best, Mr Potts.

Hello again.

Did you find it, the clerical office?

I did.

You're a lifesaver.

Thanks so much.

How's your first day?

So far, so good.

Glad to hear it.

I didn't get your name.

Willows.

Detective Willows.

George Willows.

It's a lot of names.

I'm just Isabel.

Well, Isabel Summers.

Nice to meet you, Detective George Willows.

Miss Mason?

Miss Mason?

Miss Mason?

Who are you?

Do you know that man?

I believe so.

I don't know his name,

but he's a patient of Dr Cole's.

I remember seeing him a couple weeks back.

He came to see Dr Cole.

What did he want with me?

Well, we can't be certain,

but there's a chance that the two women who died

had their medication poisoned.

Two women?

Another of Dr Cole's patients has died,

as well as Miss Quayle.

Yes, and Mrs Elizabeth Roper.

And you think the medication may have killed them?

Well, we're still waiting on the post-mortem report.

I think you should stop taking your tablets

until we know more.

May I ask why you're taking the medication?

Life has been a struggle for me.

I grew up in an orphanage,

and then the workhouse.

And when I came of age,

I left to work in a laundry,

which is where Dr Cole took pity on me.

He took me in.

First as a housemaid,

and then he trained me as his secretary.

He taught me to read and write.

Our father couldn't have done more.

You're having electrotherapy.

It helps me tremendously.

Dr Cole administers it.

He'll know the name of the man you found here.

It sounds like the man you described

is Zebediah Sawyer.

He was a long-standing patient of mine.

Poor creature,

plagued by demonic voices,

telling him to cause people harm.

When was the last time you saw him?

Last week.

He turned up at my door

in an agitated state.

We'd started a course of electrotherapy

a few days earlier,

and he was adamant it had made him worse.

I offered to help him,

but he wouldn't listen.

He was in a blind rage.

Enough to wish harm on you?

An act of revenge, perhaps?

Zebediah developed his condition

in his early 20s,

but before that,

he was a functioning member of society.

He had several different jobs,

including being a clerk at a pharmacist store.

Could he have the skill

to temper with the medication you prescribed?

The bottles you found on the dead women,

could I see them?

Both bottles are wrongly labelled.

According to Dr. Cole,

one tablet of potassium bromide

is the standard daily dose.

These labels say five tablets,

a potentially lethal amount.

Luckily,

these are the only bottles affected.

The other patients

all had the correct dose.

So this Zebediah Sawyer tampered with the labels?

Perhaps there's revenge on the doctor

who failed to cure him.

It seems so.

Any news on the post-mortems?

Still waiting, sir.

What on earth's going on in the city mortuary?

I saw Mr. Potts earlier.

He was looking for Mr. Wormsley.

Grace, get yourself down to the city mortuary.

Find out what's going on over there.

Yes, sir.

Do we have an address for Zebediah Sawyer?

There are at least 12 main addresses.

The man moved around a lot.

It would save time

if we took a few each.

No, you will remain here.

What? Why?

Miss Scullet,

the man we are hunting

is extremely dangerous.

Then I will be careful,

as we all will.

I have many resources

for such scenarios.

I will take some hide muscle with me.

Will you bring me to the nicest place?

Have a wardens to mind, Clarence.

I need two more to go.

What's the next address?

Er, it's just a few doors down.

This is Zebediah Sawyer.

Clearly likes this neighbour.

I'm curious.

Why did you bring me along with you?

I promised Inspector Blake

that I wouldn't go alone.

Yes, but that's my point.

You've lied to the inspector

many times before.

Yes, I have it

that I wish to break.

Why?

What's changed?

Nothing's changed.

I just want to tell Inspector Blake

the truth, that's all.

Premises moved to Belmont Street.

What?

So, you told the inspector

that I'm your hired muscle?

Oh, of course not.

Well, then that's hardly

telling him the truth, is it?

Can we please just concentrate

on the matter in hand?

You stay here,

visit the public houses

and the streets around,

see what we can find out.

Apparently the man's

a heavy drinker.

I'll go to this

Belmont Street boarding house

to see if there's been

any sign of him.

You're sending me

to the roughest pubs

this side of the city

to look for a heavy drinker

who hears demonic voices

telling him to kill people.

I'll meet you back

at the office first thing.

If you don't show up,

I'll send out a search party.

How does that sound?

Unsatisfactory.

I'm looking for Mrs. Potts.

Your founder?

I present to give you this.

We need to put out

an appeal for information

on a man named Zebediah Sawyer.

This needs typing up

and circulating.

Consider it done,

and you are.

Good evening,

Detective Willows.

Miss Summers.

How are you settling in?

Yeah, there's a lot to learn,

but I think I'm getting there.

She's doing very well indeed.

Was there anything else,

Detective Willows?

No.

That's all.

Sir?

Sir?

Where have you been all day?

I had to go ahead

and find an interim coroner

in your stead.

Not now, Potts.

Yes, now,

Mr. Wormsley,

if you please.

Sorry.

Sir,

but I can hold my tongue

no longer.

Things need to be said

before the good reputation

of this mortuary

is forever tarnished.

Get that

and stay out.

What the?

Thank you for your time.

If there's any sighting

at all of Mr. Sawyer,

then please contact

the police immediately.

He's extremely dangerous.

I have a revolver,

and I'm not afraid

to use it.

I'd really rather you didn't.

Alexander?

Miss Scarlett?

I made myself look an idiot.

You're overreacting.

Do you have any idea

how hard it's been

for me to build my reputation

only to act like

some damsel in distress?

He even called you Alexander.

Detective Willows won't care.

He'll put it down

to you being scared witless,

which, by the way,

is allowed

since you are a mere mortal

like the rest of us.

Tying myself in knots,

thinking,

what should I say?

What should I do?

How would I behave

if I were a normal detective?

I'm not exactly

where you're normal.

I'm more concerned

that you put yourself

at risk.

It was only luck

that I was there.

Belmont Lodging House

was on my list.

You said you wouldn't go alone.

I wasn't alone.

Clarence was with me

for most of the time.

Clarence was your hired muscle.

Years of carrying ledgers

have not gone to waste.

He's stronger than he looks.

Now I feel guilty

about lying to you.

You see, this is impossible.

We cannot work together.

Eliza,

you're overreacting.

What if the lads

just came by

with a message for you,

Inspector?

Thank you, Mrs. Ross.

I have to go.

I've made a decision.

I will no longer

work on the case.

Don't be ridiculous.

I want our

courtship romance,

whatever you want to call it,

to have a fighting chance.

This is the best way.

Well,

for what it's worth,

I think you're wrong.

No one knows about us, Eliza,

but you must do

what's right for you.

Have I not been like

a mother to that girl?

Have I not been the one

to pick her up

when she grazed her knee

or dried her eyes

when Arabella Herbert

called her the cruelest of names

or defended her to her father

when she was expelled

from college?

Again,

yet she tells me nothing.

Nothing.

How was your day?

Hmm?

Oh,

I was dismissed.

Mr. Wormsley

finally arrived at work

at five o'clock this evening.

Five o'clock!

Well, I could take no more,

so I gave him a piece of my mind.

Oh, Barnabas,

I am sorry.

He would not even allow me

to collect my things.

Threw me out like a vagrant.

Ruined my hat.

Do you know what else

he called me?

A vexatious buffoon.

Will you wait and see

where I call him

if I ever set eyes

on that man?

Thirty years

I have given

to the city mortuary

and now,

for the first time

in my life,

I'm...

I'm unemployed.

Oh.

Why don't you

get out of these workrooms

and I make you

a nice dinner?

Then we should

talk things through

over a glass of cherry

by the fire.

Yes.

Good evening.

Good that it were.

What's wrong with Barnabas?

He's been sacked.

Sacked?

That's all I said.

What's wrong with you?

Is there anything

you'd like to tell me?

Like what?

Dinner will be in an hour.

We will.

Good evening, sir.

Detective Willows?

What have we got?

He was pulled out

about an hour ago.

He was a gunshot wound

to the head.

And do we know

who he is?

I think this is our man, sir.

He certainly fits

the description.

Sabatai.

What did you do?

You can confirm

that this is your patient,

Zebediah Sawyer?

It is.

Is it possible

that he could have

taken his own life?

The gunshot seems

to have been

at close range.

On more than one occasion

he expressed

suicidal thoughts.

That's why we started

the course of

electrotherapy.

But his drinking

exacerbated his symptoms.

I tried to persuade him

to stop.

But he had

a chaotic mind.

It's late.

I'll come by

in the morning

to take a full statement.

Get some rest, doctor.

I did everything

I could to help him.

But over the years

I've come to realize

that some people

are beyond help.

It's not like you

to forget your key, Clarence.

It's not like me

to be suffering

from alcohol poisoning.

As requested,

I visited all

the public houses

of the Seven Dials

last night

in search of this

Zebediah Sawyer

in one particularly

grotty establishment

called the Plague Pit.

I ran into a spot

and bottle

with some of the locals.

I honestly think

I would have been safer

in an actual Plague Pit.

I had to buy

five rounds

of roughest whiskey

for the whole pub.

That is the only reason

I'm still alive.

Well,

thank you for your efforts.

But Scotland Yard

are no longer

in need of our services.

What?

Because I just received

a telegram

from Inspector Blake.

A body was found

on the riverbank

last night

and identified

as Zebediah Sawyer.

Really?

Clarence,

will you please

stop questioning me

every time I mention

Scotland Yard

or Inspector Blake?

All I was going to say

is that according

to my new friends

at the Plague Pit,

Mr Sawyer

is very much alive.

What?

Yes.

He's awaiting sentencing

in Manchester County Prison.

Barnabas.

I heard about

your dismissal.

I'm sorry.

I've been instructed

to come by

to pick up

my personal effects.

Do you happen to know

if Mr Wormsley's

in attendance?

Well, no one appears

to be here.

the door was left open.

Here, Mr Wormsley's

gone out

and left the door

on the ledge.

Not for the first time.

I'm pleased that

you're here

because I need

your assistance.

I'd like to look

at the photographs

of two recent post-mortems

the dead women

brought in yesterday.

I'm afraid

that as a former employee

I'm no longer

permitted access

to the premises.

Well, I won't tell

if you don't.

That would be

a severe breach

of protocol.

I simply cannot.

No.

No, no.

Of course not.

Well, I am here

on official

police business.

So,

perhaps if you

assist me

then I can

grant you

permission.

And you do need

to collect your things,

do you not?

very well.

Miss Scarlett,

would you be so kind

as to grant me permission

to enter the city mortuary?

Permission granted,

Mr Potts.

Now then,

I need your brain.

Dr Cole?

Dr Cole?

Miss Mason,

Sarah,

please put the gun down.

whatever's happened,

we can talk it through.

We can talk to him,

not me.

He's the liar.

He's the one

that's lied again

and again

and again.

Put the weapon down,

Miss Mason.

Sarah is my daughter.

Her mother

was an inmate

at an asylum

where I was

the residing physician.

She's so beautiful.

So fragile.

We fell in love.

I knew it was wrong,

which is why

I left my position

and I never saw her again.

I had no idea

she was with child

or that she died

in childbirth.

I only found out

years later

through some research

I was carrying out

at the Bulloch Workhouse.

There I found

a file on Sarah.

By that time

she'd left,

but

I was determined

to find her.

I was working

in a laundry.

It was a miserable

existence.

One day,

Dr Cole came

to do a study

on the health

of the girls

that worked there.

He seemed

to feel sorry

for me in particular

and took me in.

He never told me

who he really was.

The man lying

in the mortuary

isn't your patient,

Zebediah Sawyer,

is he?

Unlike the two women,

he doesn't have

the marks on his wrist

from the electrotherapy

you said you'd given him.

His name is Franklin Sloan.

He's a private detective

who helped me

track Sarah down.

Two weeks ago,

he showed up

at my door drunk.

He had gambling debts

and tried to blackmail me.

I refused to pay him.

But when I found out

he'd visited Sarah,

I knew he would reveal

to her

who I really was.

Which is when

you had the idea

to blame him

for the deaths

of the two women.

You gave him

the identity

of a past patient

you knew

was locked up

in Manchester prison.

So if Sloan

didn't poison them,

who did?

It was me.

I made a mistake.

Got confused

by the different

medicine dosages

and mixed up

the information

on the labels.

All of this

is my fault.

I am the one

to blame,

not Sarah.

The poor child

had not long

learned to read

and write.

I pushed her

too hard.

Gave her too much

responsibility.

I was just

so proud of her.

So you blamed

Sloan

to protect

your daughter

and then you

killed him?

Not before

he told

Miss Mason

the truth.

This morning

I woke up

to find an envelope

had been slipped

under my door

in the night.

And it was a file

where I left

learned that

Dr. Cole

was my father.

I was so angry

and confused.

In a rage

she picked up

my revolver.

She didn't mean

to hurt me.

The same revolver

used to put a bullet

in Sloan's head.

So what happens now?

Given the circumstances

if Miss Mason

puts in a guilty plea

and finish

she'll avoid

a prison sentence

Dr. Cole

on the other hand.

Do you still have

that whiskey

in your office?

Are you suggesting

being seen

entering my office?

together?

Very funny.

Good night

Detective Willows.

Miss Summers

good night to you.

Was there anything

else you wanted

to say to me?

Or ask me?

No I don't think so.

Shame.

Because I'm free

this evening.

I'm afraid I'm not.

I have to pick up

the baby from the

minders.

Oh I didn't realise.

She's not mine.

She's my sister.

She lives with me.

It's a long story.

Well

good night

Detective Willows.

But

I'm

free tomorrow night.

I'm

glad you changed

your mind

about working

the case.

The outcome

could have been

very different.

It would have

worked it out.

Probably

yes.

Eliza.

You don't need

to say it.

You didn't know

what I was

going to say.

You're going

to say that

me believing

I could keep

us in some

sort of

bubble is

not only

childish

but unrealistic.

I was

going to

say

as an

ex-military

man

structure and

control run

through my

veins.

But over

the years

I've learnt

that trying

to control

too much

of your

life is

futile.

And

when you

stop trying

to do

so

that's

where the

real

freedom

lies.

Oh and

there's one

more thing.

Goodness I

don't know

how much more

wisdom I

can take.

The burden

of this

situation

might be

eased if

you were

to confide

in someone.

Someone

other than

me.

Barnabas.

Barnabas.

Are you

cooking dinner?

Indeed I

am my

beloved.

Now sit

down put

your feet

up and

I'll go

and fetch

you a

nice glass

of

sherry.

What's

put all

this on?

I've

decided

there's

no point

in moping

about.

So until

I receive

a full

and satisfactory

apology

from Mr.

Wormsley

I shall

be in

charge

of

household

duties.

I'm rather

looking forward

to giving

this kitchen

a spring

clean

perhaps

even

a little

rearranging.

Oh

so

the stew

gently

simmering.

So

before I

add my

dumplings

just

enough

time to

fetch

that

sherry

bottle

Nigel.

Oh

excuse

me.

Nice

to see

him

so

contented

again.

Ivy

there's

something

that I

need

to tell

you

about

myself

and

Inspector

Blake.

I'm

listening.

Well

he's

coming

to

dinner

so

we

need

to

set

an

extra

place.

And?

and

we are

currently

enjoying

a quiet

very

private

courtship.

Goodness me

I had no

idea.

You're a

terrible liar.

And you

shouldn't have

kept it from me.

And you

shouldn't be

listening at

doors.

You and

Inspector

Blake

that is

music to

my ears.

But please

keep it

to yourself

for now

we're

still

working

out

our

arrangement.

My

lips

are

sealed.

Bottle

oh

shitty.

Barnabas

Inspector

Blake

is

joining

us

for

dinner.

I

invited

him.

The

more

the

merrier.

We

can

enjoy

a

nice

long

game

of

gin

rummy

after

dinner.

The

four

of

us

all

evening

putting

the

world

to

rights.

Oh

won't

that

be

marvellous?

Marvellous.

Marvellous.

What

is

typical

foresight?

Brace

yourself.

You're

about

to

discover.

Something

rather

exciting.

What

more

does

one

need?

How

splendid.

And

it

will

be

all

that

you've

dreamed

of

and

more.

When

was

the

body

discovered?

Two

hours

ago

by

a

passerby.

Crime

scene

is more

challenging

than

usual.

Crime

scene?

What

happened

to

our

agreement

not

to

discuss

work

during

our

private

time?

Do

you

think

it's

alright

for

a

copper

to

be

romantically

involved

with

a

lady

he

works

with?

We

do

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