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♪♪

Good morning.

♪♪

You've not fallen out with Inspector Blake.

You've fallen in.

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.

POTTS: 30 years I have given to the city mortuary,

and now I'm unemployed.

I assume the elderly aunt

you were supposedly visiting doesn't exist.

Don't you trust me?

Of course I do.

Then why lie?

♪♪

♪♪

(thunder claps)

(whimpers)

(click)

♪♪

♪♪

(people talking in background)

I'd better get back to work, Mum.

Like you always say,

those streets won't stay safe

without your Charlie keeping an eye out.

I'll be back tomorrow.

(exhales)

(door opens)

(door closes)

Uncle.

Charlie.

How is she?

Still the same.

I hate seeing her like this.

Ruled the roost when we were kids.

Terrified of her, I was.

Eh, it's a shadow of my sister in there.

Heard about your promotion.

Detective Inspector Phelps of the City of London Police.

I bet your mum's proud of you.

And I am.

Yeah, I'll bet.

No, I am.

You've done well for yourself, boy.

Good on you.

Ta.

Charlie...

♪♪

♪♪

You ain't heard this from me, but, uh,

the Galanis family, they're being difficult.

I'll try and keep it off your patch,

but there's a storm coming.

(inhales)

You cause me any problems,

I'll put you away.

Family or not.

♪♪

(calling): Ooh, is that a threat, son?

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

(people talking in background)

ELIZA: There are so many to choose from,

but I think my favorite animals were the giraffes.

Especially when they nibbled the zookeeper's hair.

I liked the elephants.

Apart from when she went to the toilet.

(chuckles) Yes, very unladylike.

I wish I could miss school every day.

My father used to say,

"Too much fun is bad for your health."

I once skipped school without telling him.

I spent the day with the ancient Egyptians

at the British Museum.

Was your papa cross?

Well, he would've been, had he found out,

but I never told him.

In fact, you're the only person that I've told.

Now, I need to do a little bit of paperwork,

and then we can head home.

Why don't you read...

Yes, this.

I hear Mrs. Bambury's making soup for tea.

It's always turnip.

I hate turnip.

(whispering): So do I.

♪♪

Papa! Inspector Blake.

Is everything all right?

Yes, why shouldn't it be?

Oh.

We're a little late.

More than a little.

You were supposed to take her home two hours ago.

I'm sorry.

We lost track of time.

Mrs. Bambury was worried.

She was expecting Sophia home for tea.

Turnip soup, I believe?

You should have sent a message.

You're right, I'm sorry.

You're right, I'm sorry.

But we had a wonderful time at the zoo, didn't we, Sophia?

We saw the giraffes and the elephants and...

Get your things.

I, I really am sorry.

What do you say?

Thank you, Miss Scarlet.

It was my pleasure... we'll do it again soon.

We can go back to the zoo? Of course.

I'll see you tomorrow?

You will.

♪♪

(people talking in background)

Yeah, three weeks.

(responds indistinctly)

♪♪

No one saw anything?

Not even the landlady?

No, sir.

♪♪

(sniffs)

The girl who rents this room,

what's her name?

Natalia Lorenzo.

♪♪

(switchboard buzzes)

ISABEL: Scotland Yard switchboard.

How may I direct your call?

SIMONS (on phone): Detective Simons,

from Aldgate, for Detective Grayson.

Putting you through.

I have a Detective Simons from Aldgate.

GRAYSON (on phone): Simons? All right, put him through.

Yes, sir.

GRAYSON: Thank you, Miss Summers.

(switch clicks)

(sighs)

That's me done.

See you in the morning.

Night.

(switchboard buzzes)

Scotland Yard switchboard, how may I direct...

(people talking in background)

Hello, Ivy, how's things?

Oh, busy.

Since we lost you, things have been more hectic than ever.

But I've been promised a couple of more secretaries,

and I heard a rumor we're getting a manager, too.

How are you getting on?

Um, it's all right,

but I miss you and the other girls. Oh...

It's so quiet sometimes.

I managed to read "Little Dorrit"

in three days, and I'm a slow reader.

And I haven't even managed to take a lunch break this week,

let alone read.

What about your husband's book?

How is it by the way? Any better?

Don't ask. (chuckles)

Ready, Izzy?

It's Miss Summers at work, remember?

Yes, of course.

(chuckles)

Detective Willows is taking me to Baron's.

Ooh, very nice.

Would you like us to escort you out, Mrs. Potts?

Oh, well, that's kind,

but Mr. Potts will be here shortly to see me home.

(people talking in background)

OFFICER: Right, get in there!

(speaks indistinctly)

Almost an hour I waited for Barnabus.

Then I came home to find him

on that damn typewriter.

Apparently he'd lost track of time.

Well, he wasn't the only one.

I didn't get Sophia home when I should have,

which didn't go down very well with Inspector Blake.

That doesn't surprise me.

That little girl is everything to him.

Well, don't make me feel even more guilty.

It's not like Barnabus at all.

He's normally so punctual.

Well, so am I. (scoffs)

POTTS: Yet another rejection of my memoirs.

(clears throat)

"Whilst we very much enjoyed your book,

"we do not feel that our publishing house

is the right home for your work."

Well, I'm utterly befuddled.

If they very much enjoyed my book, why won't they publish it?

I should get to work.

Perhaps it's just a kind of phrase they use

in all such letters.

What do you mean?

Well, the others all said

the same type of thing, didn't they?

"We enjoyed your book,

but we're not looking for new authors."

"We enjoyed your book,

but we have something similar."

But that's exactly my point!

They enjoyed my book... every single one of them has.

I don't know what the problem is.

It's an utter mystery, indeed.

Perhaps you should take a break from the writing.

Break? Why?

So you don't get too stale?

Give yourself time to clear your head.

And what would I do in the meantime?

♪♪

Absolutely not. (exhales)

I will not go back to that mortuary

until Mr. Wormsley has offered me

a full and satisfactory apology.

And on this I shall not be moved.

(sighs)

(knock at door)

Message for Miss Scarlet.

Well, that'd be me... thank you.

I can't stand another day of him mooning about the house.

Someone needs to speak to him about his book.

I don't suppose you would, would... No, no, and no.

(sighs)

Who's that from?

(inhales)

Someone rather surprising.

(people talking in background)

I want to hire you.

Go on.

I've got a missing chorus girl

with a lodging room that looks

like a Smithfield slaughterhouse.

Blood everywhere and no body.

Blood everywhere and no body.

Girl's name was Natalia Lorenzo.

The name rang a bell, so I asked around,

and it turns out she had two regular gentleman callers.

One was a high-ranking member of the Galanis crime family

and the other

was my uncle.

Dylan Cooper?

Word on the street is,

my uncle took exception to his girl seeing his rival

and put a bullet in her.

Which makes him our prime suspect.

Which puts you in a rather difficult position.

Any other statements of the bleedin' obvious

you want to make?

I see promotion hasn't improved your manners, Charlie.

Mm.

There was a bloodied handprint left at the scene

the size of a man's hand.

Now, if my uncle was gonna kill someone...

which, no doubt, he has done in the past...

there wouldn't be a shred of evidence left behind.

So you don't think he's guilty,

but you can't share that with your men.

Well, half the coppers in London want to put Dylan Cooper away,

regardless of the evidence.

And the other half are in his pocket. Mm.

(sniffs)

There's...

There's something else.

(men laughing in background)

Uh, my mum, uh, she's not well.

(inhales)

So,

if I'm gonna send her little brother to the gallows,

I need to be sure.

Which is why I want to hire you.

Because for all your faults, Miss Scarlet...

and God knows there are many...

you're someone I can trust.

Thank you.

I think.

(inhales)

Duplicate copies of the investigation so far.

And one more thing.

If word got out

that I was trying to prove my uncle's innocence...

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No one's to know that you hired me. Mm.

You do this job and you do it well,

there'll be a lot more work coming your way.

♪♪

City Police covers an area I've yet to tap into.

Blackfriars, St. Paul's, Smithfield.

Could mean a whole new revenue stream.

So, I assume this case is highly confidential

and no one must know that Inspector Phelps has hired us.

You assume correctly.

No one at all,

even if they are in the same line of business

and we may feel compromised

by our feelings towards them, even then...

Clarence, if you're attempting to give a coded message

about myself and Inspector Blake,

at least try to be subtle.

No, no... I'm just saying...

Well, don't.

I'm perfectly capable of keeping client confidentiality.

Even with Inspector Blake.

Well, then, I shall say no more.

But may I just say... No, you may not.

WILLOWS: Thank you, sir.

BLAKE: A single shot to the chest.

I can't see an exit wound.

The bullet must still be in the body.

No identification.

I know who he is, sir.

It's Philip Galanis.

(sighs) Are you sure?

He was brought in when I was at Bow Street.

12 charges, none of them stuck.

Friends in high places.

Indeed.

(sighs)

I heard of trouble brewing

between the Galanis family and the Cooper gang.

Philip Galanis was the top brass in the family.

If this is the Cooper gang...

The order must have come from high up.

(exhales)

We need to bring in Dylan Cooper.

(people talking in background)

(piano playing music hall tune)

(cheering and applauding, piano stops)

(laughing, whistling)

Good afternoon.

I wondered if you could help me.

It's about a friend of mine,

Natalia Lorenzo.

Don't know her.

Oh.

I had it on good authority

that she used to dance here.

I said I don't know her.

(man wolf-whistles)

(change rattling)

This is for a whisky.

And this is for any information that you might have.

What use is money if I'm dead?

Are you aware of the Hospitality and Gaming Act of 1874?

It states that any venue putting on music,

dancing, theatrical production,

requires a performing rights license.

Any failure to have said license

may result in a hefty fine or, indeed, closure.

I know this

because my husband works for the licensing commission.

You don't have an husband.

And you don't have a license.

Look.

I ain't seen her.

But...

You know someone who has.

(exhales)

(dogs barking in distance)

Police!

Make yourself known!

♪♪

Anything?

No, sir.

Doesn't look like anyone's been here for a while, sir.

(dogs barking in distance)

(sighs)

Let's cross this place off our list.

How many safe houses can one man have?

Cooper's got deep pockets.

(footsteps approaching)

BLAKE: Put your weapons down.

BLAKE: Put your weapons down.

Drop your weapons and get on the floor.

This is your final warning: put down your weapons!

On the floor now!

We are police officers!

So are we, you bloody idiot.

(carriages passing)

Philip Galanis was shot

in a lodging house in Fenchurch Street.

That's my patch.

And his body was found in Farringdon,

which is my jurisdiction.

Not if the crime was committed

on City of London territory.

You don't know that it was.

Afraid I do!

Ballistics report.

The bullet that was pulled from Natalia Lorenzo's wall

came from the same gun

that fired the bullet that killed Philip Galanis.

You're stepping on my toes, Inspector Blake!

And you carried out a raid on Scotland Yard turf

without giving me prior warning, Inspector Phelps.

Like I said, I didn't have time.

(sighs)

Come on, we need to work together on this, Charlie.

I've told you everything I know.

This Natalia was shacked up with Philip Galanis.

He turned up dead in an alley, and her body's still missing.

You've left out a vital bit of information.

Your uncle was also seeing this young woman.

Which is why me and my men came looking for him!

Bloody hell!

We're going round in circles here!

(exhales)

We have checked all of Cooper's regular haunts:

his house, his club...

Do you have any idea where he might be?

If I did, I wouldn't be raiding his safe house, would I?

Hm.

If you got something to say,

say it.

♪♪

(phone ringing)

Blake.

OPERATOR (on phone): Inspector Phelps?

Yes, he's here, hold on.

It's one of your men.

What?

(man speaking indistinctly)

(sighs)

Right.

(line disconnects)

(earpiece replaced)

I need to go.

We haven't finished.

Phelps.

Charlie!

(footsteps retreating)

(sighs)

♪♪

♪♪

(sighs)

(sighs)

Was that meant to be funny, ringing me at Scotland Yard?

I didn't kill Galanis and you know it.

Do I?

Else you wouldn't have hired that lady detective.

You been having me followed?

(sighs)

I always have you followed, Charlie.

(exhales)

She'll be with your dad soon.

That's the last place she'd want to be.

Couldn't stand the old bugger.

(chuckles)

Why are you in hiding if you weren't the shooter?

Well, I know what people are saying.

That Galanis was seeing my girl,

so I killed them both.

I mean, don't get me wrong.

If I'd have known that degenerate

had gone anywhere near her,

I'd have gladly put a bullet in him,

but I didn't know.

So, I didn't kill either of them.

So, who did?

Not a clue.

But I need time

to talk to the Galanis family.

Things haven't been good lately.

I need to sort it out... it's bad for business.

If you're asking me to stall the investigation...

I'm being set up,

and you know that.

I'll find out who did it, I just need time.

You owe me this, boy.

When you was a nipper,

and your dad passed away,

and your mum couldn't put food on the table...

...who was it kept you out of the workhouse?

(exhales)

♪♪

The best I can do is keep this meeting to meself.

But anything else that comes up,

you're on your own, even if...

♪♪

(exhales)

MAN: Get your "Herald" here!

Come on, get your "Herald."

Fresh off the press this morning!

(people talking in background)

Good afternoon.

I'm looking for a friend of mine,

Natalia Lorenzo.

I have it on good authority that she dances here.

(dog barking in distance)

I'm busy.

Are you aware of the Hospitality and Gaming Act of 1874?

What?

It states that any venue with outside drinking facility

requires a public liability license.

I've already told him what I know.

Told who?

Him.

What are you doing here?

Ooh, what are you doing here?

I'm looking for a missing showgirl.

As are you, it seems.

Well, I...

Well, I...

I thought this case

was in the City of London jurisdiction.

It's more complex than that.

I take it you're working for Phelps?

I'm sorry, Alexander, but I, I think it's best

that we stop this conversation.

You need to tell me what you know.

I can't.

(sighs)

I'm running a business.

We've been through this before.

This isn't a missing horse, Eliza, this is a murder.

And if we're to be together,

you can't keep hiding things from me.

Things?

I need to get back to work.

What things?

Telling me you went to the seaside to visit your aunt,

when in fact you were meeting Patrick Nash.

I knew you'd been stewing on that!

I have to be able to trust you.

And I have to be able to respect the wishes of my clients.

This isn't about me working the case.

This is about me working

for Phelps, isn't it?

Oh, don't be ridiculous. Your competitiveness

is clouding your judgment, and, might I add,

making you rather childish.

Says the adult who forgot

to bring my daughter home on time.

♪♪

I need to get back to work.

MAN: Excuse me, would you like to purchase...

As do I. (door closes)

Get your "Herald" here first!

(Blake pounds ceiling) Get your "Herald"!

(horses neigh)

Madam, may I interest you...

♪♪

The landlord of the Indigo Sun

confirmed that Natalia Lorenzo is very much alive.

She collected the wages that she was owed,

but she was in a bad way: sweating, feverish,

a bandage across her shoulder.

He asked her what had happened, but she didn't want to say.

He thinks that she got on the wrong side of Cooper

and somehow managed to escape.

The crime scene report states that a bullet was found

in the wall of the room.

So, perhaps it passed through her shoulder and into the wall.

Mm.

Well, if she was shot, she'd need medical attention.

And, wanting to lie low,

she wouldn't go to a doctor.

It's their duty to inform the police

when treating a gunshot wound.

That depends on the doctor. (chuckles)

(drawer opens)

(papers shifting)

A list of qualified doctors and surgeons

who work on the wrong side of the law.

This is Patrick's handwriting.

Yes, that list was compiled by Mr. Nash himself

after an unfortunate incident with a shotgun

and a jealous husband.

Well, let's hope that one of these doctors

treated our Natalia Lorenzo.

Let's start looking in the morning.

♪♪

I want a list of every quack doctor

with a criminal conviction.

Anyone who might tend to a bullet wound

and not report it. Yes, sir.

Then get yourself over to City Police.

(door opens) See if Inspector Phelps is willing to share

any new information on Dylan Cooper.

(door closes) What?

Evening, gents.

This is my lawyer, Mr. Torrie.

We'd like to discuss the unfounded accusation

We'd like to discuss the unfounded accusation

that I'm somehow connected to your murder investigation.

♪♪

I'm a businessman.

I own two casinos and a number of companies linked

to the hospitality trade.

I know exactly what you own, Mr. Cooper.

In great detail.

So, these false allegations are costing me money,

so my lawyer recommended I come in here

and answer any questions you may have,

so that we can put

this matter to bed.

How thoughtful of you.

Talk me through your movements yesterday.

Well, I spent the morning at my club, the Silver Lane.

After that, I went to visit my poor sister

at St. Agatha's Hospital.

Then I did a stock check at my new pub in Hackney.

All of which can be confirmed.

By your men?

No, by my work colleagues.

(sighs)

Tell me about Natalia Lorenzo.

She's a young lady that I've known for a few years.

And the nature of your relationship?

(murmuring)

(whispers): No.

My lawyer says that I'm not obliged to answer that question.

Well, then, I shall answer it for you.

I think you were romantically involved with Miss Lorenzo.

And when you found out she was betraying you

with a member of a rival gang,

you went to her lodging rooms

and shot her and her lover, Philip Galanis.

You dumped his body in the street

and left Natalia to die.

But unfortunately for you, she survived.

Mm.

That's quite an imagination

you've got there, Inspector Blake.

It's pure fantasy, of course.

Unless you've got any evidence to back it up.

No, I thought not.

So, you've got my alibi, which can be easily checked,

so unless there's anything else, I think I'm free to go.

Looks like I'll only be paying you

for half a day, Mr. Torrie. (chuckles)

Would you mind stepping outside for a minute?

Thank you.

TORRIE: Inspector.

(door opens and closes)

(exhales)

Well, I do hope this is an end to the matter.

No, Mr. Cooper, it very much is not.

It would be a mistake to make an enemy of me, Inspector Blake.

But a friend,

I would welcome that with open arms.

I would welcome that with open arms.

Mm, I have enough friends.

Mm.

8 Kempton Lane, isn't it?

Lovely place you got there.

Must be very nice for you and your

little girl to live so near the park.

Get out.

With pleasure.

(door opens and closes, Cooper whistling)

♪♪

(footsteps approaching slowly)

(knock at door)

If I wanted to apologize,

would it be better in writing or in person?

Um...

In person.

Well, that's a relief... I have terrible handwriting.

(chuckles)

I was angry and frustrated.

I say things I don't mean when I feel that way.

I can't imagine what that's like.

Well, what you said, there was some truth in it.

I don't always tell you everything,

just like you don't always tell me.

It's the nature of our jobs.

Which is even more difficult to navigate

now that there's an us.

Us?

Well, I like that.

I've booked that little place south of the river for dinner.

Mm, sounds perfect.

I'll get my things.

How was your day?

Rough.

Which is why I wanted to see you.

Do you need my help?

No, I wanted to see you because I wanted to be with you, Eliza.

To take the sting out of my day by finishing it with you.

♪♪

Does that help?

Always.

(people talking in background)

Well, that was a waste of time.

Are you sure that man was even a doctor?

I think he may have been a veterinarian.

Well, either way, he hasn't seen our missing showgirl.

You can cross him off the list.

So, that is three down, six left to try.

Who's next?

Dr. Hudson on Church Street.

So, how was last night? Last night?

You said you had dinner with Inspector Blake.

Uh, yes.

It was very nice, thank you. Oh, it was very nice? Yes, good.

Good food, good wine, good conversation?

Good food, good wine, good conversation?

Yes.

Thank you. Thank you.

Conversation about what, exactly?

I didn't tell Inspector Blake that we're working for Phelps.

Good.

Because he already knows. What?!

He saw me questioning that landlord

that I was telling you about.

Eliza, it's supposed to be a confidential investigation!

Yes, I am aware of that, but what's done is done.

There's no point ruminating on it.

Like you're doing now.

Still, I'd be a lot happier if you told me

everything you were doing. Oh, would you?

No, on second thoughts, let's leave things as they are.

It was a lovely evening.

The food was delicious... I've never been anywhere so fancy.

Me, neither.

I felt quite out of place next to all those fine ladies.

Surprised your head wasn't turned.

I couldn't take my eyes off you.

Is that true, or are you just trying to butter me up?

Hm... Both.

(chuckles) Give us a kiss.

What, in here? Yes, here.

(footsteps approaching)

(clears throat)

Detective Willows. Mrs. Potts.

The advert for the new office manager.

I've got copies going up all over the Yard,

but I want you to call the evening papers

with the wording for the classifieds.

"Wanted: Manager for the Clerical Office,

Scotland Yard"... you should apply, Ivy! Keep reading.

"The gentleman in question"... why can't it be a lady?

You could do that job standing on your head.

I've got enough to worry about as it is.

One day, a woman will run this whole place.

(chuckles)

What's funny about that?

Uh...

I'd better get on.

(both laugh)

(breathing heavily)

Can I help you, madam?

I need to speak to Inspector Blake.

Sir!

Mrs. Bambury.

What's happened?

It's Sophia.

CLARENCE: So, last and hopefully not least,

a Dr. Marsh.

What do we do if he hasn't seen Natalia?

We move to plan B. Which is?

No idea. That's the address.

He doesn't look like a doctor.

No, but he does.

Easy does it.

♪♪

That's her... that's Natalia Lorenzo.

CLARENCE: Should we help?

Well, he doesn't appear to be forcing her.

♪♪

WILLOWS: The inspector's daughter's gone missing.

WILLOWS: The inspector's daughter's gone missing.

Knock on every door of every street

within a three-mile radius of Inspector Blake's house

and his daughter's school on Eastbury Way.

Scour the area.

Every inch.

Understood?

OFFICERS: Yes, sir!

Off you go.

We heard about the inspector's little girl.

We've come to help. How many of you?

All of us girls in the office, about a dozen.

Go to Gladstone Park.

It runs adjacent to Inspector Blake's house.

Perhaps his little girl went there

and got lost.

Inspector Blake must be out of his mind with worry.

If anything's happened to that little girl... Ah!

Just the person! Go and tell the girls.

I'll join you in a moment.

Barnabus, this is not a good time.

I shall be very quick, my jewel!

I just wanted to share the most wonderful news.

I've decided to write a novel.

(exhales) Never mind that now.

I need your help.

IVY: Sophia has long, dark hair, blue eyes, about this tall.

Well, she was when I last saw her.

She's probably grown by now.

Never fear, my dear.

They do not call me Eagled-Eyed Potts for nothing.

They don't call you that at all, Barnabus... excuse me.

Have you seen a little girl on her own?

Dark hair, blue eyes, about this big?

Sorry. (sighs)

So, um... (clears throat)

What do you think about my idea to write a novel?

Barnabus, as I have said many times,

what I think is that you need to get your old job back.

Huh? Oh, excuse me.

Have you seen a little girl?

Dark hair, blue eyes, about this big? No.

What makes you think I need my job back?

My novel will be published, I'm sure of it.

Barnabus, I only say this because I love you.

You have many skills, but writing is not one of them.

But...

You said you enjoyed my memoirs.

You said I was a wonderful writer!

I was being nice.

There's a reason no one wants to publish it.

I'm sorry.

That's the truth.

Excuse me.

Have you seen a little girl?

Dark hair, blue eyes, about this tall?

No.

♪♪

PHELPS: Miss Scarlet.

Oh, good, you got my message.

You want to update me on the case here,

at Scotland Yard?

Something's happened and in Inspector Blake's jurisdiction.

Don't tell me Blake knows I've hired you.

It's my duty to inform him, as well as you.

And it's your duty to keep to client confidentiality.

Miss Scarlet, we had an agreement.

ELIZA: Detective Willows.

Have you seen Inspector Blake?

Have you not heard?

Heard what?

♪♪

Is it true? Has Sophia gone missing?

Is it true? Has Sophia gone missing?

She didn't come home from school.

Michaels, Simmons, you're with me.

MICHAELS: Sir. Whatever you need, just ask.

You want to help,

then tell me where your uncle is.

What's it got to do with him?

This has got Cooper written all over it!

♪♪

Could it be him?

♪♪

Oof! Have you taken her?

The inspector's kid?

What you talking about, boy?

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Where's Cooper?

We ain't open yet.

All right, take them outside and question them. Yes, sir.

Has he got my daughter?

How should I know?

Right, I will ask you one more time.

Has Cooper got my daughter?

Are you deaf?

How should I know?

(Blake grunts, Jim yelps)

(Jim groans)

Where is she?

(bellows): Where is she?! Sir!

They've found her.

There.

(typing slowly)

Very good!

We're looking for an officer manager.

I think you should apply, young lady. (both laugh)

Sophia!

Papa!

(Blake exhales)

(kisses)

(exhales)

IVY: She went to the British Museum.

She got lost on the way home

and was found by an officer, wandering the streets.

(sighs) Thank you, Mrs. Potts.

I told him who my father is.

He says you're a very important man, Papa.

Let's get you home. (kisses)

Good day, Mrs. Potts.

Good day, Sophia.

(exhales)

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(footsteps approaching)

(door opens)

Where have you been?

Looking for Sophia.

Looking for Sophia.

I went to the zoo to see if she'd gone back there.

Oh, no, they found her... she's safe and well.

Ivy sent you a message to let you know.

What, Ivy?

Not Inspector Blake?

What difference does it make?

Well, where, where was she?

Yeah, well, I'll get to that in a minute... keep that on.

I've sent a message to Inspector Phelps... you're to join him.

Why?

I've found something on the Cooper case.

(broom sweeping)

(footsteps approaching)

(pencil clatters)

I told you,

I don't know nothing about a kid.

We're not here about that.

Lady detective, I assume.

So, the word is that you've been hired to prove my innocence.

So, I do hope your presence here means

that you've done just that.

Well, innocent of killing Philip Galanis, but

of obstruction of justice,

your hands are dirty, Mr. Cooper.

PHELPS: It was Natalia Lorenzo

that killed Philip Galanis,

and you've been protecting her.

ELIZA: We found a financial trail between you

and Dr. Marsh, your own personal doctor.

You paid him to patch up your girl, didn't you?

She's not my girl.

Never has been.

She's the daughter of an old mate.

The fella did a long stretch inside,

but he kept his mouth shut.

Ten years hard labor, pretty well killed him.

He died a month after he come out.

So, yeah, she been like a daughter to me.

So, it didn't go down well when you discovered

her affair with Galanis.

Tried to warn her against it, but

she's a headstrong young girl.

I think they thought they were some kind of Romeo and Juliet.

But he didn't treat her right.

He was a drunk, and a bad one.

If she hadn't have got his gun, he'd have killed her.

Well, if she shot him in self-defense,

then there's no reason for her to go on the run.

Try telling that to the Galanis family.

So...

You two can do what you want.

I'll just deny it all.

And any link to Dr. Marsh can be explained away.

It'll never stand up in court.

Especially as you have half the judges in London

in your pocket.

Where's Natalia now?

She got on a boat from St. Katharine's Docks.

And I don't know where... I told her it was safer that I didn't,

in the event that something like this happened.

So, you want to waste your time

chasing after a young woman who shot a drunk

to stop him beating her to death,

be my guest.

MAN: Boss.

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(sniffles)

It's your mother.

She passed.

I'm sorry, son.

(crying) Sorry.

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(people talking in background)

Come along, ladies, there's work to be done.

There you go. WOMAN: Thank you.

(clears throat) Oh, Barnabus, I am rather busy.

Oh, I'll keep you just a few moments, my jewel.

Only wished to say how profusely sorry I am

for my recent behavior.

I just want you to be happy, Barnabus.

And I don't think writing makes you happy.

Well, I'll give it up forthwith, find myself

a proper job.

But not back at the mortuary.

I believe it's time for a fresh start,

and I know exactly where.

Oh, that's wonderful! Where did you have in mind?

Here, of course!

Scotland Yard!

It was pinned on the notice board in the corridor.

As I happened upon it, I thought,

"Barnabus Potts, this job is tailor-made for you!"

Manager of the clerical office? Mm!

Here? Where I work?

(chuckles) Call it fate, call, call it Kismet.

Either way, it was meant to be!

And we will work together every single day!

Won't that be marvelous?

Oh!

Marvelous!

(people talking in background)

(church bell ringing in distance)

(knock at front door)

(door opens)

BLAKE: Inspector Phelps.

(door closes) How's your little one?

Happy to be home.

Just got her off to sleep.

(horse nickers)

I'm sorry I lost my temper earlier.

I'd have done the same.

Full report on the Galanis case.

It was Natalia who shot him.

Cooper was just protecting her.

You could pursue Cooper on obstruction of justice or...

...you could take a look through this little lot.

I've been building a case against my uncle

I've been building a case against my uncle

for a few years now. (horse nickers)

My hands were tied before, but now...

(voice trembling): My old mum died... today.

He's all yours.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Would you like to come in? No, I'm...

Not good company at the minute.

But maybe a pint at the Goose next week.

You're buying, of course.

Don't I always?

(both chuckle)

Charlie...

Thank you.

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COOPER: See, the problem that you gentlemen have got is,

I've got a lucky face.

(men grumbling) You, unlucky face, you, not-so-lucky face.

You, very unlucky face.

But this, look, have a look.

Look at that. (men laughing)

(cackling)

Right.

BLAKE (in distance): Inspector Blake, here for Mr. Cooper.

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Dylan Cooper.

What now?

We've got a warrant for your arrest.

(chuckling): On what charge?

BLAKE: You may want to get yourself comfortable,

Mr. Cooper.

It's quite a long list.

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(carriage door opens and closes)

(church bell ringing in distance)

(knocks at door)

Alexander, you're early.

I haven't had a chance to change yet.

Would you mind if we canceled dinner?

I should be with Sophia.

Of course!

I could come to you or... She went to the British Museum.

She said you missed school once to go there.

Well, yes, but I, I didn't mean for her to do the same.

She's a child, Eliza.

She has no mother to guide her.

You must realize how much she looks up to you.

I'm, I'm sorry, I, I didn't, I didn't think...

(breathes deeply)

Are you blaming me for what happened?

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I lost control today.

I lost control today.

I could have lost my job.

And I can't afford to do that.

I am all Sophia has, and it is down to me to keep her safe.

To make sure there is food on the table

and a roof over her head.

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Well, what are you trying to say?

That I need time to think.

Perhaps some time apart will do us both good.

Sorry.

♪♪

(door opens)

(door closes)

(pounds ceiling)

Hup! Hup!

♪♪

(click)

What is a typical Forsyte?

♪♪

Brace yourself. (laughs)

You're about to discover.

♪♪

Something rather exciting. (cheering)

What more does one need?

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JUNE: How splendid.

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(grunts)

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SOAMES: And it will be all

that you've dreamed of and more.

♪♪

♪♪

I don't lie to you, Alexander.

Do you have any idea

how hard it was for me

to come and see you today? (thunder rumbles)

BLAKE: A mob has gathered outside the prison.

Phone lines are dead.

We are shutting down Scotland Yard.

No one comes in, no one goes out.

You cannot leave me in here! Blake!

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