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Frim, I'm arresting you for aiding in escape from lawful custody.

Perhaps you should take a break from the writing.

I will not go back to that mortuary until Mr. Wormsley has offered me a full apology.

I can assure you Inspector Blake and I are in the best of terms, professionally speaking.

Have you lost your mind? Think of the damage to your reputation!

I can assure you of the truth.

I am a stranger.

I am a stranger.

I am a stranger.

I am a stranger.

I am a stranger.

I am a stranger.

I don't know.

I don't know.

Hello?

Who's there?

Alexander?

What are you doing here?

Well, it seems an urgent night to come to this address.

As did I.

Condemned asylum.

Think of nicer places to meet.

Welcome to my office.

Miss Scarlet.

Inspector Blick.

Do appreciate your punctuality.

Miss Scott?

Yes.

That's what you call me, isn't it?

I use so many names it's hard to keep track.

Oh, I do apologize for the surroundings.

What they're lacking comfort they make up for in discretion.

You've summoned us here on government business.

Please.

As you know, my department deals with international espionage, not murder investigations.

You will have read about the death of Sir Joseph Milner, Under Secretary at the Foreign Office.

On the face of it, there are no suspicious circumstances, but Sir Joseph spent much of his time moving between the foreign embassies.

So I am duty bound to make sure there is no foul play.

Your assistance in this matter will of course be rewarded with a generous increase in manpower and resources in your next budget review.

And for you, Miss Scarlet, shall we say, double your usual fee?

In return, I want a full written report on the circumstances of Sir Joseph's death.

For my eyes only, of course.

This investigation is strictly off the books.

Do whatever you need to do.

Just, um, be discreet.

Oh!

There is one more thing.

That unpleasant business of the young lady caught spying around Scotland Yard means there will be some changes coming down the line.

All officers will be made to sign a declaration of interest outlining any relationships with those they deal with in the line of duty.

So, given the two of you are now romantically involved, this will be the last time you work together.

Hm.

Drink?

Drink?

Drink, hot, double.

We knew we couldn't keep it quiet forever.

We'll be fine.

I guess what my business may not.

Losing Scotland Yard as a client.

And there I was thinking you're worried about us.

I'm teasing you, Eliza.

Don't, you know, I don't like it.

I know how hard you've worked to build your business.

I really am sorry.

I know you are.

To our last case.

Our last case.

Whatever the future brings, you will prevail.

And if you don't, you can always blame me.

Thank you, Mr. Victor Blake, I appreciate it.

Well, if this is to be our last case, we'd better make it count.

How do we investigate the death of a government minister discreetly?

We tread carefully and use people we can trust.

Clarence with my life as well as my ledges.

And someone else comes to mind too.

So Joseph Milner was a senior minister at the Foreign Office, right-hand man to the Foreign Secretary.

Yes, I read about him.

He died from a hunting accident.

The official story is he fell from his horse, cut his leg, the wound got infected, he developed

a fever, dying a few days later.

Official story?

That's not what happened.

That's what we intend to find out.

Oh, you think perhaps he was murdered?

What makes you think that?

Well, we can't go into detail.

Not yet, at least.

Sir Joseph, mixed at the highest levels of Parliament, Whitehall, any number of foreign embassies,

we cannot simply turn up and start asking questions.

Which is why we'll have a cover.

We'll say we're investigating a spate of street thefts in Westminster and Mayfair.

My father did this once when his prime suspect was from a powerful family.

And it worked?

With a little help from me.

Well, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

With a little help from me.

The area of our bogus street thefts will include Park Lane, where Sir Joseph lived,

as well as the government offices in Whitehall and the embassies he frequented.

We need you two to poke around at the areas that require, well, less conventional methods.

Myself and Inspector Blake will deal with the face-to-face interviews, gaining access to the premises to see what we can learn about Sir Joseph.

And to avoid suspicion, we'll have an increased uniform presence on the streets,

just as we would in a genuine investigation.

So this is to stay strictly between the four of us?

Five.

I have a man on the inside.

The robberies took place in Mayfair and Westminster,

so there will be extra patrols on the street.

Anyone who looks suspicious, or anyone who thinks may have seen something,

pull them over, see what they have to say.

Yeah, right.

I have a question, sir.

I haven't heard anything about these robberies.

Uh, me neither.

Where are the incident reports?

There's a backlog in the clerical office.

No doubt the incident reports are being processed as we speak.

And those two case files you wanted?

Thanks, lady.

Do you have a moment, Mrs Potts?

Of course, Detective Willis.

I need some incident reports.

Oh, if you'd just give me the reference numbers, I can find them for you right away.

It's...

It's a little more complicated than that.

A delicate matter that requires the utmost discretion.

Ladies, listen up.

There's been a spate of street thefts,

and Detective Willis is making this a top priority.

So we need to stop what we're doing

and type up the incident report right away.

Yes, ma'am.

Yes, ma'am.

Yes, ma'am.

It's up and down this road here.

You can see anything as...

It's fine.

It's fine.

I have heard of no robberies on the street.

It was mostly in the neighbouring area.

But the Metropolitan Police like to be thorough.

In truth, it is no surprise that I have heard nothing.

My employer died last week, and I have barely left this house.

There is so much to do.

I'm very sorry to hear that, sir.

It was a shock to the entire staff.

Sir Joseph was a good man.

This particular gang liked to target wealthy gentlemen and follow them to their residence.

Such evil in this world.

I couldn't agree more, Mr Lawrence.

Perhaps you could summarise Sir Joseph's daily routine in the event the thieves had been following him.

Sir Joseph would go to Whitehall to work, and then to various embassies around the city.

You'd come back late with...

With...

He enjoyed the company of ladies.

That is all I shall say.

There visited at least a dozen of the embassies, but could find nothing of interest about Sir Joseph.

Seemed affable enough.

What did they say?

Quiet.

Well-mannered.

Well-mannered.

Not given to voicing strong opinions.

He was a politician.

Well, exactly.

Butler said much the same.

Although there was one thing of interest.

Apparently, Sir Joseph liked female company.

Lovers or ladies of the night?

He wouldn't say.

I tried to press him, but he wouldn't give details.

He may wish to preserve his reputation.

No-one wants a butler who gossips.

No-one wants a butler who gossips.

No, but something else.

Something I can't put my finger on.

What?

Nothing.

What?

I'll miss this.

Us working together.

So, you were saying?

I'll miss this.

Us working together.

So, you were saying?

No.

No, no.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No, no.

No.

No, no.

No.

No.

No.

No, no.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

We need to see the coroner's report into Sir Joseph's death.

I can't request a fire from the mortuary. It will cause suspicion.

We need someone that we can trust.

I trust Barnabas Potts.

He's adamant he won't return to work until Mr. Wormsley has apologized.

God knows Ivy's tried.

There's no one else who might persuade him?

Perhaps Mr. Potts isn't the one who needs persuading.

Mr. Wormsley?

Yes?

So good to finally meet you.

I do feel like I know you already.

I've been asking around about you and meant a great deal.

Where you go?

What you do?

Who will you meet?

It's all down here.

A complete list of everything you've been up to.

Perhaps Mrs. Wormsley might be interested in a coffee too.

What do you want?

I want to talk to you about a friend of mine.

Mr. Potts, it is grand to see you back.

Oh, it's good to be back, Detective Willows.

Mr. Wormsley's change of heart was most unexpected, but to his credit, he apologized several times, in fact, most profusely.

He insisted I return to work immediately and practically dragged me from the house.

And I know why.

You do?

The place is in total disarray and in need of urgent attention.

But as I always say...

The world is going to hell in a handcart.

If you want something doing, ask a busy person.

I just...

Well, it is lucky for me that you're here, Mr. Potts, because there's a coroner's report I need to see.

Now, the deceased in question...

Well, let's just say it's a confidential matter and one that demands your utmost discretion.

I got your message.

Is this him?

He's been delivering coal to the Joseph's house twice a week for the past three years.

I thought he could give us some insight into the minister's domestic staff.

If this gentleman, for want of a better word, has a criminal record for assault, he broke a man's arm in an arm wrestling match.

Well, he's a big man.

No, he didn't win. He lost.

That's why he broke his opponent's arm.

But he failed to declare his criminal record when he took a job delivering coal to a government minister.

I thought he could give us useful leverage when we question him.

A man like that won't take too kindly to leverage.

Well, just to confirm, should this turn into a physical confrontation, that is very much your department, not mine.

Leave it with me.

Last chance, gents.

Last chance.

He'll shut up.

He's about to start.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

I am no match for you, my friend.

Drink?

That would be more swell, Carl.

Ah!

Mrs Potts, I just wanted to thank you for your assistance and for your discretion.

Oh, it's my pleasure, Detective Willows.

In all honesty, I quite enjoyed it.

While you're here, the applicant's new office manager, they need security clearance.

The powers that be have been extra cautious after what happened with Miss Summers.

Oh, I am sorry. That was insensitive of me.

No.

I'm the one who should apologise. I should have seen through her.

No, you weren't the only one taken in by her.

It wasn't your fault.

Well, let's hope the disciplinary board agree.

You're one of the best officers we have, Detective Willows.

Yes. I'm sure they'll see that.

Thank you, Mrs Potts.

So, here's what we know.

Sir Joseph liked the women.

And his butler slightly shifty.

Is that it?

Afraid so.

Although, I could have also known that you look beautiful today.

Today?

So, not yesterday?

Has anyone ever told you you can be rather demanding?

Constantly.

Oh, please tell us you have something.

I spoke to the man who delivers the coal to Sir Joseph's house.

After a few drinks, he got loose-lipped.

Told me there's a butler there, a Mr Lawrence.

I spoke to him today.

Apparently, none of the other servants like him.

Rumour has it, Sir Joseph accused him of theft and planned to dismiss him.

But then, the minister opt and croaked it.

And there's something else?

Even though he lives in a servant's quarters, Mr Lawrence rents a lodging room in Whitechapel.

Do you have the address?

Of course he does.

Of course he does.

Mr Lawrence?

Ladies first.

Thank you, Inspector Blake.

Mr Lawrence.

Mr Lawrence.

How is he?

The doctor isn't sure what's wrong with him.

He has a fever, breathing problems and muscle spasms in his neck and jaw.

Sounds like tetanus.

Are they considering it?

I can't see any wounds on his body that would trigger the infection.

Mr. Scarlett? Sir?

I have the corridor's report, Mr. Joseph.

It's believed that the cut he sustained falling from his horse may have caused an infection.

The cause of death was given as cardiac arrest, most likely due to tetanus.

So Joseph and his butler both were suspected tetanus?

Bit odd, isn't it? Given that it's not infectious.

Odd and unlikely.

Mr. Potts said there was something else that caused those symptoms.

Strictly poisoning.

Mr. Wormsley was most keen to hear all about my ideas for improving the mortuary.

I must say he's a changed man.

Oh, it's good indeed to be back.

But alas, I shall have to withdraw my application to be office manager at Scotland Yard.

I'm so sorry to disappoint you, my jewel. I know how much you are relishing us working together.

Scotland Yard's loss is the mortuary's game, Barnabas.

Thank you, my beloved. Thank you.

Right. I have an extremely long to-do list.

This great city of ours seems to increase its supply of the dead each and every day.

But as I always, I...

If you want something doing, ask a busy person.

No. We're just going to head in the handcart.

It's nice to have my happy Barnabas back again.

Now we just need to work on you.

I'm fine.

Then why does your face tell me otherwise?

You'd be very quiet.

There are changes coming at Scotland Yard.

Inspector Blake will have to declare our relationship and we will no longer be able to work together.

Well, I suppose it couldn't stay secret forever.

Yes, but losing Scotland Yard as a client will be a loss indeed.

When you were a little girl...

Please don't say it.

You don't know what I was going to say.

When I was a little girl, I had a similar problem.

I overcame that problem and learned a lesson I can use as an adult.

I wasn't going to say that.

Yes, you were.

How many formative experiences can one child have?

I wish you were still a child.

I put you over my knee for being so rude.

You know a gentleman covers his mouth when he yawns.

The gentleman doesn't stay up all night doing background checks.

What did you find?

Nothing.

All Sir Joseph's household staff were clean.

I'm getting too old for this.

Are you taking a nap?

In here?

Yes!

If you stop talking.

This is a place of work, not a lodging house.

Aha!

I think I found something.

Just before he died, a large transfer of money was made from Sir Joseph's bank account to a small German bank in the city.

We need to find out who this bank account belongs to.

Come along.

No time to rest.

Hurry up!

It was here Mr Lawrence collapsed, so I would wager it was poison.

Someone would use strychnine as their poison of choice.

I imagine they'd put it in food or drink.

The question is, who would want to poison the butler and his employer?

And his employer.

I almost told Sophia about us last night.

What, almost?

I'd like to do it together.

I hope she takes it well.

She's certainly very fond of you.

She thinks you're funny.

Funny?

Is it odd?

Funny isn't amusing.

Although you are a little odd.

Alexander.

That's an awful lot of watches for one man.

Especially for someone on a butler's wage.

What's this?

Cooling cards.

Countess Polchek.

Russian Embassy.

There has been a recent spate of robberies in the area, Ambassador Polchek.

I have heard nothing of these robberies of which you speak.

The thieves have been targeting ladies mostly, which is why Miss Scarlet is helping Scotland Yard with our inquiries.

During our investigations we were able to recover some of the stolen items.

One of which is a silver card holder, belonging to Countess Polchek.

Is she a relative of yours?

She's my wife.

But I have no knowledge of her being robbed.

Well perhaps we could speak to her.

She's not here.

Do you know when she'll be back?

Do you know when she'll be back?

My wife and I, we have parted ways.

She has returned to Russia.

That is all I wish to say on the matter.

It's not our intention to cause you embarrassment or distress, sir.

But could you give us a sense of your wife's movements in the last few weeks?

I suppose if I don't tell you, some gossiping servant will.

I suppose if I don't tell you, some gossiping servant will.

She had been seeing a lover.

Sir Joseph Milner.

I can only assume that the calling cards were stolen from his residence.

You are aware Sir Joseph passed away last week?

I am.

And for full disclosure, I did visit him a few days before he died.

I was going to warn him to stay away from my wife.

But when I arrived, he was outside his house in the middle of some kind of argument.

What kind of argument?

He was on the street with two men.

They seemed frustrated with him.

One started shouting.

I couldn't understand what they were saying.

It was not in English.

What language was it?

It was, I believe, German.

Name an address of the account holder that Sir Joseph made payments to.

How did you get that?

Too charm and charisma.

All right, fine, I bribe the teller.

The account belongs to a Mr. Klaus Lang.

He's been visiting the bank every week to withdraw £100 on each visit.

Always on the same day, always at the same time, and always with an associate.

So, you pay a visit to this address, I shall head back to the office to carry on digging into Sir Joseph's finances.

What?

What?

None.

You're impressed, don't you?

I can tell.

Perhaps.

Perhaps.

Sir Joseph did not pay well.

I've no regrets about stealing from him.

One of the items you stole was a silver case containing the cooling cards of the Russian Ambassador's wife.

She left her bag at the house one evening.

You are aware they were having an affair?

Of course.

She wasn't the first.

Believe me.

What of these two German men Sir Joseph was arguing with the day before he died?

I was not there.

It was my day off.

Talk us through the hours before you became ill.

Everything you did.

I finished work about nine o'clock, then went back to my lodging room.

I needed some money that I'd kept there.

I rested a while.

Smoked a pipe.

Then, the next thing I remember, I was gasping for breath and everything went black.

Where did you get the tobacco from?

It was from a pouch I stole from Sir Joseph.

Mr Potts, part of this.

I'm here because I have a theory and I'm in need of your advice.

Well...

And yes, I'm aware that I have not given 24 hours' notice of my arrival.

And yes, I am aware that there is a strict protocol, but...

Protocol be damned.

You're always welcome here, Eliza.

Come in!

Come in!

Ah, strict name.

It would usually be found in the stomach and intestines of a cadaver.

Assuming it had been ingested, which is the most common form of poisoning.

What if you inhaled it?

Teotihuacca?

Oh, yes. That would work.

Rather rapidly too.

Of course, the expert in such matters is Mr Wormsley.

And he seems rather on edge recently.

Perhaps the joy of my return has overwhelmed him.

Well, I'd rather we get this conversation to ourselves.

My questions are related to a rather highly confidential case.

One which myself and Inspector Blake were like your opinion.

And yours alone.

Inspector Blake asked for me.

Personally.

He did?

Then I'm at your disposal.

We shall start with the basics of toxicology.

Dosage, absorption, exposure.

Pull out anyone with a German background, particularly those with convictions for violent crime.

Mrs Potts.

You take the A's.

Willows.

The B's.

And keep going till we run out of alphabet.

This is going to be thirsty work.

How about I organize a nice cup of tea for us all?

Oh, sounds like a very sensible plan, Mrs Potts.

Right.

I understand the disciplinary board wrote to you.

Yes, sir.

Hearing's in a couple of days.

How are you feeling about it all?

Haven't slept in a week.

Haven't eaten much either.

My sister says I'm like a bear with a sore head.

Apart from that, I'm doing fine, sir.

Well, I'll be there to speak for you.

And in the meantime, try not to dwell on it.

My sister also said that.

Sounds like a wise woman, Detective Willows.

I wanted to give you an update on the case.

Was Sir Joseph murdered?

I believe so, yes.

You have evidence?

We're working on it.

Inspector Blake and I will have a full report for you soon.

Are you in love with him?

Pardon?

It's a simple question.

And one that bears no relevance to the investigation.

I'll take that as a yes.

So, may I give you some advice?

As two women working in the underbelly of this great city,

I am sure we have faced similar challenges.

One of which being loneliness.

And, of course, each man carries his own merits when it comes to passing the short amount of time we have on this earth.

But to love someone fully, completely, that would be a mistake.

For a woman, financial independence is everything.

Do not make the mistake of trusting in a man.

Any man.

They will always put their own needs above ours.

Without exception.

It's a rather bleak view.

And one that I don't share.

Yes, you do.

Yes.

Yes, Jesus.

Yes, yes, yes.

Yes, yes.

Yes, finally.

Next uma semana depois.

LADY SIA회

One of you is close land.

An account holder at the Bank of Deutschland.

The...

...contain have the Geldfonds,

...you see for Haltenhard?

I win.

Gentlemen.

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