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Miss Eliza Scarlet.

Mr. Moses Valentine.

It's just Moses.

Given it up.

What brings you back from Paris?

I've been in town a few days,

an unexpected job came up.

I did come to see you
when I first arrived

but you weren't here.

I was at the seaside
visiting a relative.

I know.

I spoke to Ivy.

Or should I say Mrs. Potts?

You see what happens
when you go away?

I had dinner with them,
they seem happy enough.

Although that man does not draw
breath!

Barnabus does like to chat.

From your unexpected job?

Things have become difficult.

That's why you're here?

I take it it's no coincidence
then that

I come home and you turn up
a few minutes later?

I need your help.

I'm listening.

The Inspector at Scotland Yard.

Blake, is it?

You trust him?

- Why do you ask?
- I've not had the best

experience with the police,

but there are things I need to
share with him.

Well, let's start with me first.
What's going on?

There's no time,
he'll be here any minute.

- What do you mean?
- I'm in trouble, Eliza.

I need him to vouch for me.

Do you trust him, yes or no?

- Alexander.
- Evening.

I was working late
when I got your telegram.

Is everything alright?

I didn't send you a telegram.

- What?
- I did.

I moved to Paris a while back

to work for a private detective

by the name of Patrick Nash.

You know him?
- Only by reputation.

A somewhat checkered one,
as I understand it.

I helped him set things up
in Paris,

but the deal was I'd go out on
my own after a couple of years

and set up my own agency.

And that's what I did.

It's a big city, there was room
for both of us.

I take it you know what
happened to Patrick

when he returned to London?

I do.

Last I heard,

he was released from prison

and had a one-way ticket

out of London Docks.

I don't know where
he was headed.

Yes, you do.

You can trust Inspector Blake.

He was meant to sail
to Australia,

but he changed his on the way.

He stopped off in Madagascar
for a while.

Then Hong Kong. Then Singapore,

where he was running a casino.

Of course he was.

He'd send me post cards.

He'd never say who they
were from

but I knew it was him.

Things went quiet for a while
until a week ago.

He wrote to me again, said he
had a job for me in London

and there was someone
he wanted me to meet.

Venezuela.

Interesting.

Morning.

Mr. Nash said to expect
a visitor.

That'll be me.

Would you kindly confirm
your name?

You know who I am.

I know who I'm expecting,

but given that we have
never met,

you could be anybody.
Name please.

Moses.

Can you prove it?

Can I what?

Due to the nature of the task we
have been asked to perform,

I am duty bound to check
your identity.

He said you'd be like this.

"If Clarence starts being
irritating,

tell him you know where he hid
the McKenna file."

Where did I hide
the McKenna file?

77B Dickinson Square.

I can't believe
he told you that.

Very well.

Would you like me to prove
my identity?

Just tell me the job!

Fine.

As you may be aware,

um, Mr. Nash has been traveling
the globe

in search of business
opportunities.

His travels have taken him
far and wide

and he now finds himself
in Venezuela

where he is running
a diamond mine.

A diamond mine?

At first it seemed that it would
be a waste of time,

the only thing they dug up
was rock and clay.

But after much
back-breaking work,

they found a huge uncut stone,

estimated to be nearly
100 carats.

A 100-carat diamond?

And he's bringing it to London?

Mr. Nash decided it would not be

in his best interest
to come in person.

You may be aware of
the unfortunate circumstances

involving a Lord Campbell

and a certain Dylan Cooper?

One wants to put him in jail,

the other wants to kill him.

Precisely. Um, so, the diamond
is being brought over

by a third party.

And who might that be?

I'll tell you on the way.

Come along.

Apparently, Mr. Nash has
a business partner

who owns the other half
of the mine.

This partner is currently on
a ship

that docks in London this
very day.

- With the stone?
- With the stone.

We are to go to the diamond
merchants

at Hatton Garden tomorrow

and sell it
to the highest bidder.

I am to arrange the financial
side of the deal

and you are to provide security.

And as such, I will need you to
present me

with a detailed overview
of your plan.

Who put you in charge?

Mr. Nash.

Show me what he said.

Yeah, but he... he didn't
actually say it

but he implied it.

Alright fine, well,
I assumed it.

If that diamond is
a hundred carats,

there's going to be a lot
of interest

and not just from
legitimate buyers.

It's going to be dangerous.

Very dangerous.

Which is why we need
a detailed plan,

and one person in charge.
- And that should be you?

Well, I'm no stranger to this
kind of thing.

You're an accountant!

My role has expanded
in the past few years,

not just with Mr. Nash,
but with Miss Scarlet too.

I now offer a broad range
of services.

- Oh, really?
- Yes, really!

These days I know the streets as
well as the balance sheets.

Hello!

Excuse me. Hello! Hello...

Alright. Fine.

Where we headed?

What's that for?

It's for Mr. Nash's business
partner, so he can find us.

You don't know
what he looks like?

There was no description
in the letter

in case it was intercepted.

Mr. Nash asked me to wear
this handkerchief

in my pocket so that
I could be identified.

I just wish he'd chosen a more
salubrious venue.

This is a good place to meet.

People here mind their own
business.

Well, this pub
has a notorious reputation.

Not a problem for a man who
knows the streets

and the balance sheets.

Are you mocking me?

Yes.

Never mind.

How much do you think
it's worth, this diamond?

Well, it depends on the color
and the clarity,

but my guess is several tens
of thousands.

This business partner of Nash,

he's bringing it over
on his own?

That's three weeks sailing if
he's on a steam ship

stopping off in different ports
along the way.

That's a lot of trust.

Mr. Nash knows what he's doing.

He picks his partners with care,

he wouldn't go into business
with someone unless

he was sure exactly
what they were capable of.

Shrill woman: Mr. Pettigrew?
Mr. Valentine?

Mr. Valentine?

Is there a Mr. Pettigrew
or Mr. Valentine in...?

Oh, there you are!
Oh, thank goodness.

Oh, excuse me.

Thank you.

- Sit down!
- Sit down.

I'm so glad I found you.

Ooh, my heart is banging away.

I wasn't sure whether
you'd be in here.

Are you Patrick's business
partner?

Guilty as charged.
Florence Dodds.

Pleased to meet you.
- Well, you didn't have to

shout out our names.

You could've just
looked for this.

Oh, I completely forgot!

Sorry.

My nerves are shot to bits,

three weeks on board a boat

with a 100 carat
diamond!

Keep your voice down!

I'm sorry. Sorry. Yes.

Patrick's always telling
me that.

I just keep forgetting.

Memory like a sieve.

Just in case this is some
horrible coincidence,

we are talking about
Patrick Nash?

Not some other man
called Patrick?

Oh, no. Yes. Of, course
Patrick Nash.

We've been in business together
since Arthur died.

- Arthur?
- My late husband.

He owned this diamond mine.

Passed away last June.

that's why I'm dressed
like this,

I'm still in mourning.

But Patrick...

Patrick's been so kind,

he's offered to help me
run the mine

and take care of everything.

Yes, I can imagine.

- Is it in the bag?
- Hm?

Don't be so daft!

As if I'd come into
a pub like this

with an uncut diamond in my bag.

Just im...

Where is it?

Where is it?

It's in my hand luggage.

And where is your hand luggage?

Outside in the cab.

No, no, no! It's okay!

I...I've asked the driver to
keep an eye on it!

It's alright, just... sorry. Oh!

Tell me it's still there.

It's alright.

- It is.
- They're with me.

Thank you for waiting.

Here we go.

See? No harm done.

You need to be more discrete,
Mrs. Dodds.

Florence, please.

So, what's the plan?!

- Shh!
- I'm sorry. Sorry.

What's the plan?

You're to stay with
Mr. Pettigrew tonight,

then in the morning,
we'll look for a buyer.

- Ooh!
- Mm, staying at your place?

Hope you're going to be on
your best behavior.

Just...

I assure you, Madam,
you will be quite safe.

Ooh.

What a lovely place, Clarence.

- Can I call you Clarence?
- If you must.

Um, uh, you can stay in
the spare room at the back.

Look at all these
beautiful things.

What's this?

Oh, uh, that is an Arithmometer.

It's a mechanical
calculating device.

That's an original
made by Thomas De Colmar.

Very nice.

- Yes, please don't touch it!
- Sorry.

Sorry.

Oh, you remind me of
my late husband.

He liked everything arranged
just so.

Until his eyesight
started to go, poor old soul.

Still, he had a good innings.

86 when he popped his clogs. Mm.

Right.

In the back, you say?
- Yes. Yes.

She's a liability.

She's not the most
discrete courier

I've ever met.

I suspect she and Mr. Nash
may have

more than just
a business arrangement.

- Oh, you think so?
- Hm.

I'll take the diamond somewhere
else tonight.

Just to be on the safe side.

Well, the jewelers open at
9 o'clock at Hatton Garden.

So, best be here by 8.

I'll be here by 7.

Hey!

Argh!

What are you doing?!

I said, what are...

Who are you?!

Damnit!

Hey!

Damnit!

There's a hole
in my office wall?

They came through the empty
building on the other side.

I ran round, but by the time
I'd got there, they'd gone.

I spent all night looking
for them, but no luck.

Is that why you've called
me here,

to report the theft
of the diamond?

There's a lot more to it
than that.

- Clarence?
- Mm! Mm-mm!

They ransacked the place.

I tried to tell them the diamond
wasn't here.

I think they believed me
eventually.

What time was this?

Er, just after midnight.

So, they come here first,
then found me.

Did you tell them where I was?

Absolutely not.

I didn't say a thing, I was too
terrified to utter a word!

They must've been
following us.

Did you see anyone follow you
when you got off the boat?

I'm not an idiot!
I talked to no one.

Apart from Cornelius,
but he wouldn't hurt a fly.

- Cornelius?!
- Another passenger.

We got talking one day on
the promenade deck.

Three weeks is a long time,
I was bored out my mind.

What did you talk about?

Him mostly.

He's a lovely man...

from Amsterdam.

Oh.

The men who tied us up
had accents.

I could have sworn they
were Dutch.

When did you last speak to
this Cornelius?

We said goodbye when the boat
docked in London.

His brother was waiting for him.

He was a funny fella,
tall with an eye patch.

That's the man I saw.

The man who no doubt now has
our diamond.

It is not my fault.

Yes, it is!

I'm getting dressed.

A one-eyed Dutchman shouldn't be
too hard to find.

The diamond is uncut,

so, the thieves will most likely
seek an expert

to help them value it.

Someone who bridges the gap
between the legitimate

and the less legitimate sides of
the jewelry business.

And I know just the man.

As do I.

Um, with respect, you have been
out of London for some time.

I still know people in
the diamond trade.

Oh... such as?

- Anton Lyko.
- In prison.

- Harry Stein.
- In America.

- George Kane!
- In prison.

In America.

Have you seen my veil?

That dress draws too much
attention!

You'll have to wear
something else.

I'm supposed to be in mourning.

Well, surely you have something
a little less conspicuous

to wear?

And you're sure that's
the most inconspicuous

dress you have?

How many times?

Yes. Where are we going?

To see my friend Mr. Czako.

He will be able to help us.

I still don't understand why we
just don't go to the police?

Well, surely you went through
this with Mr. Nash?

If we declare the import of a
valuable item such as a diamond,

that valuable item will
be liable

to custom and excise duty.

We tell the police,
we get less money.

Why didn't he just say that?

I don't think
Mr. Valentine likes you.

It's just Moses.

Oh.

No, I've heard nothing.

If you'd just let me explain a
little more, Mr. Czako...

I am busy, I have customers.

It's an uncut diamond from
Venezuela.

- Woman 1: Oh, it does.
- Woman 2:

- Is she with you?
- Mm.

No, no, no, no,
that won't do at all.

It makes your neck look fat...

I'm afraid so, yes.

Um, uh, we believe it to be in
the region of 100 carats...

She's upsetting my customers.

Why don't you try something that

doesn't make your skin look
so blotchy?

- Excuse me?
- Madam...

if you're not buying anything,
then please leave.

Why's he staring at me?

He does that sometimes.

Um, if I could leave you my
calling card,

then perhaps you could
contact me

if you hear anything?

I want all three of you out of
my shop.

Now.

He knows something.

If he knew something,
he would have told me.

He's lying. I can see it
in his eyes.

So, what do we do now?

Leave this with me.

I'll see you at the office.

You hungry?

It's perfect, Lady Jenkins.

It brings out the color
in your eyes.

And might I also suggest...

hmm...
- Oh.

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no!
- Come on in, gentlemen!

They can't be in here!

It's cold outside, they've come
in here to eat.

They might be some time,
there's a lot to get through.

L-Lady Jenkins...
Lady Jenkins, please!

Go, go after them!
- Yes.

Tell them to leave.

Now!

I could ask them, I suppose.

If you tell me about
that diamond.

I told you,
I haven't heard of it.

Then I'll bring them back here
every day

for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

They've got plenty of friends
too.

Alright, fine.

I did hear something.

Half the jewelers in London
know about that stone,

they're all on the lookout
for it.

Our friend, Mr. Czako,
didn't know where it was

or who has it.

But he told me one thing.

And it's troubling.

What?

He's known about it for weeks.

Weeks?

I only got off the boat
yesterday.

He said he first heard about
the diamond coming to London

on March 27th.

His mother's birthday,
that's how he remembered.

That's the day I got on board
the ship.

And there are telegraph wires

all across the Caribbean
and the Atlantic.

A message could've been
sent to London

in seconds.

Who else knew you were
coming to London,

apart from Nash?

For the last time, no one!

Look, I don't know what's going
on either.

I wish I'd never got involved in
any of this!

Oh, I need some air.

Oh...

Do you trust her?

No.

We spent the rest of the day
going round every jeweler

and diamond trader in London.

They'd all heard of it.

But none of them had seen it.

Moses... your hand.

It's nothing.

Let me see.

It needs cleaning
and a fresh bandage.

It's nothing.

If you bleed on that rug,
you'll have Ivy to deal with.

Or worse... Barnabus Potts.

Very well.

If he moans about me,
arrest him.

Is this where you order me
to leave?

And tell me she doesn't need
this kind of trouble?

Why would I do that?

Just a guess...

based on past experience.

Well, from what I hear
you've helped her out

a number of times
over the years.

She talks of you often.

Good things, I hope.

Mostly.

How is she?

Well, I believe business is
going well,

she has many cases,

not just from Scotland Yard.

I meant...

is she happy?

- I'm not the best person to ask.
- Yes, you are.

I have eyes.

But I'm a man who keeps his
observations to himself.

Thank you.

Yes, she's happy.

At least I hope she is.

Here we are.

Not only bandages
but a tincture of iodine.

One of the benefits of living
with Barnabus Potts,

the medicine cupboard is always
well stocked.

Carry on.

We spent all day asking around
about the diamond

but we didn't learn
anything new,

so, we went back to Clarence's
lodgings.

That's when things went
from bad...

to really bad...

I'm going to lie down.

I'll make us some food.

You can cook?

I used to work in the kitchen

in prison.

It was either that or
hard labor.

- Oh, my god!
-What is it?

Well, surely Mr. Nash told you

I spent time in prison...

Cornelius.

The man you met on the ship?

He's got something in his hand.

There's a...
there's a dead body.

He's in my lodging room.
This is bad.

This is very bad.

Well, why would they kill him
and leave the diamond?

Because they're trying to
frame us.

Is there a back entrance
to the building?

- Yes. Why?
- We need to go.

Now!

This place will do for tonight.

I know the landlord.

He'll keep his mouth shut.

So would I if I owned
this place.

There were rats on the stairs.

I dunno what's worse,
the fact that I'm now a fugitive

or that I'm about to sleep
the night in a room

infested with
my worst nightmare.

What is going on?

And do not insult us by saying
you don't know.

I'm no widow.

Patrick Nash and I met at
the horse races in Singapore.

We hit it off immediately,

and both very good at
parting rich people

from their money.

You're a confidence trickster?

I'm a businesswoman.

Patrick and I teamed up together
and we traveled the world.

We ended up in Venezuela,

where he won the diamond mine
in a game of cards.

Well, the owner, he couldn't
wait to get it off his hands,

he hadn't found anything
in years.

I thought it was a waste of time

but Patrick, he stuck at it.

And six months later

we dug up a 100-carat diamond.

The luck of the Irish.

Well, the plan was to get on

the next boat to London
and sell it.

But word started to spread.

The whole area was full of
diamond hunters,

Including the gang from
Amsterdam.

The men who robbed us?

We knew someone would tell them
so, we hatched a plan.

Two diamonds.

One real...

and one fake.

This is the fake.

A skilled dealer could tell
the difference,

but only under
close examination.

To the naked eye it looks
completely real.

So, after they robbed us,

the gang must have spotted
it was a fake

and killed this Cornelius
as a punishment.

On the boat over,
I let Cornelius

see this fake one in my bag,

accidentally on purpose
type thing.

I needed to look stupid enough
to do something like that,

so hence the merry widow act.

When the boat docked in London,

he pointed me out to his mate
with the eye patch

and... I knew they would rob me
at some point.

So, where is the real diamond?

I gave it to Edmund.

Who's Edmund?

He was posing as the cab driver.

He met me off the boat.

It's alright.
They're with me.

I kept the fake diamond
in my hand luggage

and slipped the one
into Edmund's hand.

See? No harm done.

The plan was for Edmund to
lay low for a few days

until the coast was clear.

We thought by the time

the Dutch gang had got back
to Amsterdam

and realized it was a fake,
well...

we'd be long gone.

So, why didn't you tell us
what your plan was

from the beginning?
- Patrick thought

the fewer who knew, the better.

So, if this Edmund

has the real diamond,

where is he now?

He was meant to send me
a telegram

of where and when to meet,

but I haven't heard from him.

And you've no idea
how to contact him?

Not a clue.

This Edmund wasn't really
a cab driver.

Florence knew he rented a horse
and carriage,

so, we went round every cab rank
near the docks.

After a couple of hours,
we found a cabbie

who shared some information
with us.

After some financial persuasion
from Clarence.

Some hefty financial persuasion.

I bet Clarence wasn't happy
about that.

No, he was not.

So, what did this cab driver
tell you?

That he loaned his ride to a man

matching the description
of Edmund.

He said, when Edmund returned
the carriage,

he asked the cab driver to
drop him at a pub

called The Fisherman's Friend.

A pub with lodging rooms
above it.

Well?

The landlord said he left early
this morning.

Something must have happened.

Edmund would only divert
from the plan

if he was being followed.

Or he double crossed you.

- I have an idea...
- Edmund would never

double cross me.

For this kind of money,

anyone would.
- So, my idea...

You don't know what
you're talking about,

Mr. Valentine.
- I know enough.

He's my father.

Didn't know that, did you?

Does anyone want to hear my idea
or not?

What?

You said he was meant to
send you a telegram.

You two head back.

I'll investigate.

Sorry.

If I'd been straight with you
from the beginning,

we could have come up with
a contingency plan.

Yes, we could.

Patrick said I could trust you.

But I hadn't met you,
so, I couldn't be sure.

You would have done
exactly the same.

Patrick Nash doesn't trust
anyone.

Not even his sons.

But he trusts you and Clarence.

And her.

Her?

Eliza Scarlet.

What's she like?

He goes on about her so much,

about how clever she is.

Is she very beautiful?

She's just Eliza.

Nash and Eliza are good friends.

Nothing more.

Thank you...

Moses.

Edmund sent a telegram
to the office.

It was signed for by a tall
gentleman with an eye patch.

Well, what did the message say?

Grenville Street Market.

Five o'clock.

So, we know where to meet him.

Mm.

The problem is...

so do they.

Grenville Street Market is
a stone's throw away

from Hatton Garden.
It's a busy area.

A good place to meet
and hand over the diamond.

My father's a clever man.

He's a dead man if we don't get
to him first.

Our Dutch friends will be
waiting for him too.

We have five hours before
the meet.

Any suggestions on how
we get the diamond,

save Edmund's life,

whilst avoid being killed
ourselves?

First things first.

We need to blend in.

And be less...

Conspicuous?

Clarence...

how much money have
you got left?

Run.

- Ah-ha!
- Oh!

Help! Police! Help! Help!

Help! Police! Help! Help!

Right, come here!

You have it?

This all happened today?

The Dutch gang were arrested
and taken to Bow Street.

Where's Clarence?

At a boarding house with
Florence and her father.

He can't go home.

There is the small matter of
a dead body

that was found in his lodgings.

Which is why you sent for me.

I need you to vouch for him...

and for me.

And what of the diamond?

You sold it?

A satin parasol
from Paris

and a fan made from finest lace.

Ooh, and perhaps one of those
little French poodles.

So sweet.

And definitely a new hat.
And gloves.

Silk, of course.

And a carriage.
My own driver, obviously...

Oh, and a telephone for Patrick.

He knows all about them.

And you?

What will you spend your cut on?

This and that.

What does that mean?

It means what it means.

Patrick was right,
you're a man of few words.

Words get you into trouble.

Well?

How much?

I warn you, we will go elsewhere

if you insult us with anything

less than its market value.

It's a fake.

It's a good job for Nash that
he's 3,000 miles away.

When I get a hold of him...

And Clarence isn't happy either.

He spent a fortune on bribes,

mourning dresses and hiring
actresses to wear them.

Why would Nash give you another
fake diamond?

Maybe there never was a diamond.

Maybe someone swapped the real
one for a fake on the boat.

Either way,
it's been a waste of time!

Gosh.

I wish I had known
all about all this,

especially what happened
with Clarence.

But of course, I've been away at
the seaside.

Southampton's very pretty this
time of year, full of visitors.

So, I was lucky really to find a
small, but clean hotel,

with a sea view.

I took in the air,

walked the length of the pier,

and then went to the port to
watch the arrival

of a steam ship.

It had just crossed
the Atlantic, from Caracas

in Venezuela.

There are two ships that arrive

from that part of the world
each week.

One goes to London,

the other to Southampton.

Which is where I met
Patrick Nash.

And, uh...

that's when he gave me this.

A 100 carat diamond.

With legal documentation...

and full provenance.

I'll be going to Hatton Garden
tomorrow

to sell it on behalf of Patrick
and his business partner.

They will take the lion's share,

but Clarence, myself,
and, of course, you, Moses,

will receive a large fee.

Patrick asked me to apologize on
his behalf for the deception,

but he said you'd understand.

Only when I see the money.

Well, I'd be most grateful if
you'd accompany me

to Hatton Garden tomorrow.

I'll have to check my diary.

You are astonishing.

She is indeed.

Thank you.

I think.

To Patrick Nash.

Patrick Nash!

Well, that'll have to be fixed.

Or we could buy the premises
next door and knock through?

Please Eliza, let's not make any
rash decisions.

I've had enough excitement
to last me a lifetime.

I got a boat to catch.

I'll see you out.

Moses, it's been a pleasure to
work with you.

Likewise, Clarence.

Any message for Patrick
when I see him?

Oh, I have plenty to say to
Patrick Nash,

but for now...

just send him my regards.

I wish you could stay
a while longer.

We've hardly had time to talk.

Not that you ever tell me
anything.

I'm going back to Paris
to be with my wife.

She's expecting a baby any day.

That's why I've given up
drinking.

You have a wife?
And a baby on the way?

Why have you not told me this
before?

You never asked.

If you need me...

this is where to find me.

Be careful with it.

There are people who would pay
good money

for that information.

Right.

- Miss Scarlet.
- Mr. Valentine.

Eliza.

Inspector Blake.

Just in time for a glass
of champagne.

I can't stop for long.

The Dutch Police
are on their way.

Apparently, the thieves are
wanted in connection

with a whole raft of other
crimes in Amsterdam

as well as the murder
of their colleague here.

Well, even more reason for
a glass of champagne.

What?

I assume the elderly aunt

you were supposedly visiting
doesn't exist?

You... assume correctly.

Don't you trust me?

Of course, I do.

Then why lie?

Well, client confidentially.

You of all people
should understand that.

That champagne is getting flat.

Come along.