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Who's there?

Alexander?

What are you doing here?

Well, excuse the notion that you'd like to come to this address.

As did I.

Condemned asylum.

Think of nicer places to meet.

Welcome to my office.

Ms. Garnett, Inspector Blake.

I do appreciate your punctuality.

Ms. 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 lack in 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, undersecretary 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, Ms. Garnett, 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 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.

Drink?

Make it double.

We knew we couldn't keep it quiet forever.

We'll be fine.

I guess, but my business may not.

Losing Scotland Yard as a client.

I was thinking you weren't worried about us.

I'm teasing you, Eliza.

I 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 were.

To our last case?

Our last case?

Whatever the future brings, you will prevail.

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

Thank you, Inspector Blake.

I appreciate it.

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

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

We tread carefully and use people we can trust.

I trust Clarence with my life as well as my ledgers.

And someone else comes to mind, too.

Sir 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.

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.

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 in 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 they may have

seen something, pull them over, see what they have to say.

I have a question, sir.

I haven't heard anything about these robberies.

Me neither.

Where are the incident reports?

There's a backlog in the clerical office.

No doubt the incident reports will be in process as we speak.

And those two case files you wanted.

Thanks, Lady.

Thank you.

Do you have a moment, Mrs Potts?

Of course, Detective Willows.

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.

Delicate matter that requires the utmost discretion.

Ladies, listen up.

There's been a spate of street peps.

And Detective Willows is making this a top priority.

So we need to stop what we're doing and type up the incident report right away.

I have heard of no robberies on this street.

It was mostly in the neighbouring area.

But the Metropolitan Police like to be thorough.

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

My employer died last week and I've barely left this house.

There's 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.

He would come back late with...

with... He enjoyed the company of ladies.

That is all I shall say.

I visited at least a dozen of the embassies but

could find nothing of interest about Sir Joseph.

He seemed affable enough.

What did they say?

Quiet, well-mannered, not given to voicing strong opinions.

He was a politician.

Not 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, but it was something else.

Something I can't put my finger on.

What?

Nothing.

What?

I'll miss this.

Us working together.

So you were saying?

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

I can't request a far from the more trivial cause of suspicion.

We need someone that we can trust.

I trust Barnaby's Potts.

But he's adamant he won't return to work until Mr Wormsley has apologised.

God knows how he'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.

Although I feel like I know you already.

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

Where you go?

What you do?

Who 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 copy too.

What do you want?

I want to talk to you about a friend I've made.

To muddle indeed.

Mr Potts.

It is grand to see you back.

It's good to be back Detective Willows.

Mr Wormsley's change of heart was most unexpected.

But to his credit he apologised.

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 hand card.

If you want something doing, ask a busy person.

Well, it is lucky for me that you're here Mr Potts

because there's a coroner's report I need to see.

The decease in question... Well, let's just say it's a confidential matter.

And one that demands your utmost discretion.

I got your message.

Did you see him?

He's been delivering colds to 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.

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.

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 colds to a government minister.

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

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

Just to confirm, should this turn into a physical

confrontation, that is very much your department, not mine.

Leave it with me.

I am

no match for you, my friend.

Crick!

That would be most welcome.

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 apologize.

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.

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 also admit 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 cold to Sir Joseph's house.

After a few drinks, he got loose-lipped.

Told me there is 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 upped 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.

Mr. Lawrence?

Ladies first.

Thank you, Inspector Blake.

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.

They're considering it.

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

Ms. 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.

Sir 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 impoisoning.

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

I must say he's a changed man.

Oh, what could he do 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 dear.

I know how much you were 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 say... 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've been very quiet.

There are changes coming at Scotland Yard.

Inspector Flake 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'd put you over my knee for being so rude.

You know a gentleman covers his mouth when he yawns.

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

What did you find?

Nothing.

Our surgeries have 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?

Yes.

I almost told Sophia about us last night.

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.

Thank you.

Alexander.

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

Especially for someone on a butler's wage.

What's this?

Calling 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?

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.

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

How did you get that?

Through charm and charisma.

All right, fine.

I bribed the teller.

The account belongs to a Mr. Claus Lang.

He has been visiting the bank every week to withdraw 100 pounds 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?

You're impressed, aren't you?

I can tell.

Perhaps.

Sir Joseph did not pay well.

I have no regrets about stealing from him.

One of the items you stole was a silver case containing

the calling 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 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, Barnabas.

I am here because I have a theory and I may need your advice.

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

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

Protocol be damned.

You are always welcome here Eliza.

Come in.

Come in.

Strickling.

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?

Take through tobacco?

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 would rather we get this conversation to ourselves.

My questions are related to a rather highly confidential case.

One which myself and Inspector Blake will like your opinion.

And yours alone.

Inspector Blake asked for me.

Personally.

He did?

Then I am 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 you keep going till we run out of alphabet.

This is going to be thirsty work.

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

Sounds like a very sensible plan, Mrs Potts.

Thank you.

Right.

I understand the disciplinary board wrote to you?

Yes sir.

Hearings 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 am like a bear with a sore head.

Apart from that I am doing fine sir.

I will be there to speak for you.

In the meantime try not to dwell on it.

My sister also said that.

Sounds like a wise woman detected with this.

I wanted to give you an update on the case.

Was Sir Joseph murdered?

I believe so, yes.

Do you have evidence?

We are 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.

I assume one of you is Closeland.

An account holder at the Bank of Deutschland.

The counter-inhabitant from Sir Josef Haltenhardt.

I win.

Your address was given to the Bank of Deutschland...

as a contact for an account Sir Josef Milner was paying into.

Why don't you have a photograph of Sir Josef Superior...

Lord Powell, the Foreign Secretary.

I believe my associate here speaks a little German.

Do I have that right?

You do, Inspector Bleak.

So, would you be so kind as to tell these gentlemen the following?

If they do not talk... they will be charged with Sir Josef Milner's murder.

The penalty for which is death by hanging.

I don't need to translate, Inspector.

They understand perfectly.

What do you want to know?

Why did Sir Josef hire you?

They were hired to kill his superior, Lord Powell, the Foreign Secretary.

If they are to be believed, they were given very little information.

Not even a reason why.

They were waiting for Sir Josef to make contact...

but they didn't know he was dead.

The most incompetent assassins I have ever come across.

It doesn't make sense that Sir Josef would hire such fools...

for such a high-risk operation.

No, it does not.

None of this makes sense.

How did you get on at the mortuary?

According to Mr. Potts... if someone wished to lace tobacco with strychnine...

they would first need to dissolve the strychnine in alcohol...

then soak the tobacco in the solution.

But these days it's harder than ever to get your hands on it.

Particularly the concentrated amounts that you need to kill someone.

But you could extract it from rat poison.

You just need very large quantities.

And no pharmacy would be allowed to sell such amounts.

Well, exactly.

You need to get it from a specialised pharmaceutical company...

which is what Mr. Potts does to keep the rats under control at the mortuary.

We need to pay a visit to that company, find out who else they supply.

Already done.

Five businesses that receive bulk deliveries are rat poison.

You and Moses work through the list.

Willows, you're with me.

Let's see if a few hours in the cells have

made our German friends even more cooperative.

The foreman said this business closed down years ago.

Ah, deliveries are forwarded onto another premises.

I wrote down the address.

All right, spit it out.

What?

Something is on your mind.

Someone just... just gave me some unwanted advice.

Never listen to advice.

Not even mine.

So where do the foreman say to go?

Find Inspector Blake, tell him to meet me at this address, urgently.

You recognise the players?

I do.

Rat poison.

Good evening, Miss Carlyle.

It was you who killed Sir Joseph.

Inspector Blake is on his way.

We won't cover this up if that's what you're thinking.

Cover it up?

I want quite the opposite.

I want a full written report handed in to the superintendent at Scotland Yard.

I don't understand.

There are many in our government that believe that

Germany will soon be a threat to the national interest.

Sir Joseph was one of them.

But his superior, the Foreign Secretary, did not agree.

Which is why Sir Joseph hired two lower level assassins to kill him.

Their only qualification is that they were German.

When it was discovered they were German, it

would have forced England into war with Germany.

War makes money for those in high places, regardless of the cost of human life.

My conscience would not allow such a thing.

So you hired Inspector Blake and I to get the evidence in black and white?

My hope is that your report will be read by the few

decent men left in the upper echelons of government.

I want them to know what Sir Joseph had planned and why I killed him.

You acted alone?

If my superiors knew what I had done, it would have been covered up.

You'll hang for this?

Which is why I shall leave London tonight.

I have amassed quite a fortune.

It's about time I enjoyed spending it.

You have made your decision about Inspector Blake?

I won't be giving him up.

Not for anything.

In that case, your fee will not be twice the normal rate as agreed.

It will be a great deal more.

Why?

Because you're going to need it.

And because I like you, Miss Scarlett, you're good at your job.

Use the money however you see fit.

But please, be ambitious.

Who's the seduor here?

What happened?

You're going to need a drink first.

I don't agree with what Miss Scott did, but she did it for her country.

I told the superintendent that I, like Miss Scott, have no taste for war.

Young men dying painful deaths for little purpose.

Did he listen?

He did.

Turns out he had a son who died in Crimea.

He assured me my report had gone all the way up to the Prime Minister, who of

course wishes to keep it out the public eye.

How can he ensure that?

A hefty promotion for the super.

When will you tell him about us?

I won't.

Because there's no need.

What?

With his promotion he'll be leaving Scotland

Yard and there'll be a new superintendent.

Well, who would that be?

Me.

You're going to be the next superintendent?

Is that what you want?

Nice office job.

More money, civilized hours.

No more getting shot at.

I'd say that's quite appealing.

And you can carry on working for Scotland Yard,

as I will no longer be the inspector hiring you.

I don't know what to say.

How about...

Alexander, you are the best thing that's ever happened to me.

Certainly the most handsome, and I'm very lucky to have met you.

A little long-winded, but...

broadly correct.

So does that mean that Willows will no longer be dismissed?

It was the first thing I insisted upon.

As well as another small matter.

That the new clerical manager should be of my choosing.

I think you'll approve of my choice.

Good morning, Mrs. Potts.

Good morning, Detective Willows.

To my clever wife, on her new promotion.

To Ivy.

Ivy.

Ivy.

Congratulations.

Thank you, Barnabas.

And thank you, Inspector Blake, for having such faith in me.

This calls for more wine.

Easy does it, my beloved.

That'll be your third.

And I intend on having a fourth.

I'll go and get some more bottles from the kitchen.

Will you assist me, Inspector Blake?

Of course, Miss Ballard.

It is delicious.

Thank you.

Cheers.

I don't want to fear that we'd go somewhere nice for lunch.

One day this week, the three of us.

You want to tell her about us?

It's time.

I already know.

What do you already know?

That Eliza's your special lady friend, and that you love her.

Oh.

Well, yes.

Yes, that's precisely what I wanted to tell you.

But can we still go to luncheon?

Of course we can.

But not tomorrow.

I have a very busy day.

I'm going to hire some new detectives.

Maybe you should hire Sophia.

She certainly has very impressive powers of deduction.

You're silly, Papa.

I know.

Ready for the big day?

Now, remember to make clear that the positions entail working long hours.

What if only two candidates turn up?

Sometimes even on a Sunday.

Well, only one turns up.

And that we do not offer overtime.

Well, no one turns up.

Eliza, all will be well.

Go on.

Welcome, everyone.

Please, please do come in.

Good morning.

Hello.

Just up the stairs.

Hello.

Thank you for coming.

Thank you.

Please just follow the way up the stairs.

Good morning.

Thank you for coming.