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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.

Uncle.

Charlie.

How is she?

Still the same.

I hate seeing her like this.

Ruled the roofs when we were kids.

Terrified of her, I was.

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

Heard about your promotion.

Detective Inspector Phelps of the City of
London Police.

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.

Tom.

Charlie.

You ain't heard this from
me, but... The Galanis family.

They've been difficult.

I'll try and keep it off your patch,
but there's a storm coming.

You cause me any problems.

I'll put you away.

Family or not.

Ooh, is that a threat, son?

There were so many tattoos wrong, but I
think my favourite animals were the giraffes.

Especially when they nibbled the
zookeeper's hair.

I like the elephants.

Apart from when she went to the toilet.

Yes, very unleaded, I... 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 have been, had he found
out.

But I never told him.

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

Now, I needed a little bit of paperwork,
and then we can head home.

Why don't you read...

Yes, this.

I hear Mrs Banbury's making soup for tea.

It's always turnip.

I hate turnip.

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 Banbury 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.

We had a wonderful time at the zoo.

Didn't we, Sophia?

We saw the giraffes and the
elephants... Don't get your things.

I really am sorry.

What did you say?

Thank you, Miss Scarlett.

It's my pleasure.

We'll do it again soon.

We can go back to the zoo?

Of course.

I'll see you tomorrow.

You will.

Three weeks.

Now we saw anything.

Not even a landlady.

No, sir.

The girl who rents this room...

What's her name?

Natalia Lorenzo.

Scotland Yard switchboard.

How may I direct your call?

Detective Simons.

Putting you through.

I have a Detective Simons from Oldgate.

Simons.

Yes, sir.

That's me done.

See you in the morning.

Night.

Scotland Yard switchboard.

How may I direct your call?

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 more
secretaries...

and I heard a rumour we're getting a
manager too.

How are you getting on?

It's all right, but I miss you and the
other girls.

So quiet sometimes.

I managed to read Little Dorrit in three
days.

And I'm a slow reader.

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.

Ready, Izzy?

It's Miss Summers at work, remember?

Yes, of course.

Detective Willows has taken me to Barons.

Oh, very nice.

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

Oh, that's kind, but Mr. Potts will be
here shortly to see me home.

Almost an hour I waited for Barnabas...

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 Barnabas at all.

He's normally so punctual.

So am I.

Yet another rejection of my memoirs.

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 enjoy 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.

A break?

Why?

So you don't get too stale?

Give yourself time to clear your head.

Then what would I do in the meantime?

Absolutely not.

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.

A message for Miss Scarlett.

Would that ever be me?

Thank you.

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

Someone needs to speak to him about his
book.

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

And no.

Who's that from?

Someone rather surprising.

I want to hire you.

Go on.

I've got a missing chorus girl.

With a lodging room that looks like
Smithfield Slaughterhouse.

Blood everywhere and no body.

The 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 that are bleeding
obvious you want to make?

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

There was a bloodied amprint left at the
scene the size of a man's hand.

If my uncle was going to 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?

Off the coppers in London want to put Dylan
Cooper away regardless of the evidence.

The other half are in his pocket.

There's something else.

My mum, she's not well.

So, if I'm going to 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.

Duplicate copies of the investigation so
far.

One more thing.

If word got out that I was trying to prove
my uncle's innocence...

No one's to know that you hired me.

You do this job and you do it well,
there'll be a lot more work coming your way.

City police covers an area we 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're in the same
line of business.

And we may feel compromised by our
feelings towards them, even though...

Lawrence, 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.

But then I shall say no more.

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

In 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.

You sure?

He was brought in when I was at Bow
Street.

Twelve charges, none of them stuck.

Friends in high places.

Indeed.

I heard of trouble brewing between the
Galanis family and the Cooper gang.

Philip Galanis was a top rise in the
family, if this is the Cooper gang.

The order must have come from high up.

We need to bring in Dylan Cooper.

Yeah!

Good afternoon.

I wondered if you could help me.

It's about a friend of mine.

Natalia Lorenzo.

I don't know her.

Oh.

I had it on good authority that she used
to dance here.

I said I don't know her.

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.

Then you don't have a license.

Look... I ain't seen her.

But... You know someone who has.

Please!

Make yourself known!

Anything?

No, sir.

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

Let's cross this place off our list.

How many safe houses does one man have?

Cooper's got deep pockets.

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!

Go away, you bloody idiot!

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!

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 is 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 man came looking
for him, bloody hell!

We're going round in circles here!

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?

If you've got something to say,
say it.

Blake!

Yes, he's here.

Hold on.

It's one of your men.

What?

Right.

I need to go.

We haven't finished.

Phelps!

Charlie!

Was it 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've been having me followed?

I always have you followed, Charlie.

She'll be with your dad soon.

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

Couldn't stand the old bugger.

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
bully 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 about the 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 workhouse?

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

If anything else comes up, you're on your
own, even if...

Good afternoon.

I'm looking for a friend of mine,
Natalia Lorenzo.

I have it on good authority that she
dances here.

I'm busy.

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?

What are you doing here?

I'm looking for a missing showgirl.

As of you, it seems.

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 think it's
best that we stop this conversation.

You need to tell me what you know.

I can't.

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'll 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?

Don't be ridiculous.

Your competitiveness is
clouding your judgment,

and might I have,
making you rather childish.

I'm so sorry to the adult you forgot to
bring my daughter home on time.

I need to get back to work.

As do I.

The landlord of the Indigo Sun confirmed
that Natalia Lorenzo is very much alive.

She collected the wages that she was owed.

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.

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.

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.

Danny Jealous' husband.

Let's hope that one of these doctors
treated her 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.

And get yourself over to city police.

See if Inspector Phelps is willing to
share any new information on Dylan Cooper.

Ward.

Evening, gents.

This is my lawyer, Mr Torrey.

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 where 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 man to bed.

How thoughtful of you.

Talked 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.

Tell me about Natalia Lorenzo.

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

And the nature of your relationship?

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.

Hmm.

That's quite an imagination you've got
here, Inspector Blake.

It's pure fantasy, of course.

Has she got any evidence to back it up?

No, I thought not.

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

Would you mind stepping outside for a
minute?

Thank you.

Inspector?

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.

You might have enough friends.

Eight... Kempton Lane, isn't it?

Lovely place you've got here.

Must be very nice for you and your little
girl to live so near the park.

Get out!

With pleasure.

If I wanted to apologise, would it be
better in writing or in person?

Um... in person.

Well, that's a relief.

I have terrible handwriting.

I was angry and frustrated.

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

I can't imagine what that's like.

Well, 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?

I like that.

I've booked that little place out at the
river for dinner.

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?

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.

Well, that was a waste of time.

I'm 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?

Er, yes.

It was very nice.

Thank you.

Oh, it was very nice.

Yes, good.

Good food, good wine.

Good conversation.

Yes.

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.

Why is that?

It's supposed to be a confidential
investigation.

Yes, I am aware of that.

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 see if things
are safe.

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.

I'm 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?

Both.

Give us a kiss.

What, in here?

Yes, here.

Detective Riddles.

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.

What's funny about that?

I'd better get on.

Can I help you, madam?

I need to speak to Inspector Blake.

Sir.

Mrs Banbury.

What's happened?

It's Sophia.

So, last, and hopefully not least,
a Dr Marsh.

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

Have you moved to Plan B?

Which is?

No idea.

Well, that's the address.

He doesn't look like a doctor.

No, but he does.

That's her.

That's Natalia Lorenzo.

Should we help?

He doesn't appear to be forcing her.

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?

Yes, sir.

Off you go.

We heard about the inspector's little
girl.

We've come to help.

How many of you?

One 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.

If anything's happened to
that little girl... Just the person.

Go and tell the girls I'll join you in a
moment.

Barnabas, this is not a good time.

I should be very quick, Michael.

I just wanted to share the most wonderful
news.

I've decided to write a novel.

Never mind that now.

I need your help.

Sophia has long
dark-haired blue eyes about

this tall what she was
when I last saw her.

She's probably grown by now.

Never fear, my dear.

They do not call me eagle-eyed pots for
nothing.

They don't call you this at all,
Barnabas.

Excuse me.

Have you seen a little girl in her own
dark-haired blue eyes about this pic?

Sorry.

So, um... What do you think
about my idea to write a novel?

Barnabas, as I've 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-haired
blue eyes about this pic?

No.

What makes you think I need my job back?

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

Barnabas, I only say this because I love
you.

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

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-haired
blue eyes about this tall?

No.

Miss Scarlett.

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 Scarlett, we had an agreement.

Detective Willard, have you seen Inspector
Blake?

Have you not heard?

Heard what?

Is it true?

Is the big one missing?

She didn't come home from school.

Michael Simmons here with me.

Sir.

Whatever you need, just ask.

You want to help, then tell me where your
uncle is.

What's he got to do with him?

It's got Cooper written all over it.

Could it be him?

Have you taken her?

The inspector's kid!

What you talking about, boy?

Where's Cooper?

We ain't over yet.

Take them outside and question them.

Yes, sir.

Has he got my daughter?

How should I know?

I will ask you one more time.

Has Cooper got my daughter?

You deaf?

How should I know?

Where is she?

Where is she?

Sir!

You found her?

Very good.

We're looking for an office manager.

I think you should apply, young lady.

Sophia.

Papa!

She went to the British Museum.

She got lost on the way home.

Was found by an officer wandering the
streets.

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.

Good day, Miss Potts.

Good day, Sophia.

Where have you been?

Looking for Sophia.

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

Well, no, they found her.

She's safe and well.

Ivy sent you a message to let you know.

Ivy?

Lord Inspector Blake?

What difference does it make?

Where was she?

Well, I'll get to that in a minute.

Keep that on.

I've sent a message to Inspector Phelps.

He wants to join him.

Why?

I found something on the Cooper case.

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.

It was Natalia Lorenzo that killed Philip
Galanis, and you've been protecting her.

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 of hard labour.

Pretty well killed him.

He died a month after he came out.

So, yeah, she's 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
had a strong 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 got his gun, he'd have
killed her.

Well, she shot him in self-defence, and
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.

He'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 Catherine'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 her drunk to stop
him beating her to death?

Be my guest.

Boss.

This is your mother.

She passed.

I'm sorry, son.

Sorry.

Come along, ladies.

There's work to be done.

There you go.

Oh, Barnabas, I am rather busy.

I'll give you just a few moments,
my dear.

I only wish to say how profusely sorry I
am for my recent behaviour.

I just want you to be happy, Barnabas.

And I don't think writing makes you happy.

Well, I'll give it up forthwith.

Find myself a proper job.

But not back in the mortuary.

I believe it's time for a fresh start.

And I know exactly where.

Oh, that's wonderful.

Where did you have mine?

Here, of course.

Scotland Yard.

It was pinned on the notice board in the
corridor.

As I happened upon it, I thought, Barnabas
Potts, this job is tailor-made for you.

Manager of the clerical office.

Here, where I work.

Call it fate, call it kismet.

Either way it was meant to be.

And we all work together every single day.

Right, that'd be marvellous, sir.

Marvellous.

Inspector Phelps.

How's your little one?

Happy to be home.

Just got her off to sleep.

I'm sorry I lost my temper earlier.

I'd have done the same.

Full report on Aglani's 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
for a few years now.

My hands were tied before,
but now... my old mum died.

Today.

He's all yours.

I'm sorry for your loss.

I wish I had come in.

We know how it happened.

Not good company at the minute.

But maybe a pint and a ghost snack,
sweet.

You're buying, of course.

Don't know her always.

Charlie.

Thank you.

See, the problem that you gentlemen have
got is I've got a lucky face.

You, unlucky face.

You, not so lucky face.

You, very unlucky face.

Right.

Dylan Cooper.

What now?

We've got a warrant for your arrest.

On what charge?

You may want to get yourself comfortable,
Mr Cooper.

It's quite a long list.

Alexander, you're early.

I haven't had a chance to change yet.

Would you mind if we cancelled 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 together.

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

She's a child, Eliza.

She has no mother to guide her.

You must realise how much she looks up to
you.

I'm sorry.

I didn't think.

Are you blaming me for what happened?

I lost control today.

I could have lost my job.

But 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.

Well, what are you trying to say?

I need time to think.

Perhaps some time apart we'll do as both
could.

Sorry.