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I'd better get back to work,

Like you always say, those

treats won't stay safe without

your Charlie keeping an eye out.

I'll be back tomorrow,

Uncle charlie.

There's she. Still the same.

I hate seeing her like this.

Ruled the roost when we were

kids. Terrified of who I was.

And it's a shadow of my sister

in there. Heard about your

promotion. Detective Inspector

Phelps of the City of London

Police. Bet your mom's proud of

you. And I am. Yeah,

I'll bet. No, I am.

You've done well for yourself,

boy. Good on you,

T.

Charlie.

You ain't heard this from me,

but the Galanis family,

they're being difficult.

I'll try and keep it off your

patch, but there's a storm

You cause me any problems,

I'll put you away, family or

Oh, is that threat, son?

Sam.

So many to choose from. But I

think my favorite 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 unladylike.

I wish I could miss school every

day. My father used to say too

much fun's 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 need to do a little bit

of paperwork and then we can

head home. Why don't you read?

Yes. This I hear.

Mrs. Spambury'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 Sofia 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. Get

I really am sorry. What do you

say? Thank you, Ms. Scarlet.

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.

Now we saw anything. Not even a

landlord? No, sir.

The girl who rents this room.

What's her name? Natalia

Lorenzo.

Scotland Yard switchboard. How

may I direct your call?

Putting you through. I have a

Detective Simons from Aldgate.

Simon. All right? Yes, sir.

Thank you, Ms. Simon.

That's me done. See you in

the morning. Night, Scott.

The in yard switchboard. How

major are you from?

Hello, Ivy. How's things? Oh,

busy. Since we lost you, things

have been more active than ever.

But I've been promised a couple

more secretaries. And I heard a

rumor we're getting a manager

too. How are you getting on?

It's all right. But I miss you

and the other girls. It's 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. Really? Is

he. Is Ms. Summers at work?

Remember? Yes, of course.

Detective Willows has taken me

to Barron's. 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. Help.

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. 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. 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, will you 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 don't they published 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 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. 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.

Message for Ms. Scarlet. Would

that be me? Thank you.

I can't stand another day for

mooning about the house.

Someone needs to speak to him

about his book. I don't suppose

she won't. 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. Girl's name was

Natalia Lorenzo. The name rang a

bell, so I asked around and it

turns out she had two regular

gentlemen 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 girls, he and 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 handprint left at the

scene. The size of a man's hand.

Now, 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. Half 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 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 Scarlett, 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'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're

in the same line of business.

And we may feel compromised by

our feelings towards them. Even

Clarence? If you're attempting

to give a coded message about

myself in this bit of lake. 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.

Thank you, sir.

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 is. It's Philip

Galanis.

You sure? He's bought 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 the top brass in the family.

If this is the Cooper Gang, the

order must have come from high

We need to bring in Dylan

Cooper.

Good afternoon. I wondered if

you could help me. It's about a

friend of mine, Natalia Lorenzo.

Don't know her. I had it

on good authority that she used

to dance here. I said I don't

know her.

Sparrow whiskey. And this is for

any information that you might

have. What use is money if I'm

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 a

husband and 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. Cross

this place off our list. How

many safe houses can 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.

Power 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 fire the

bullet that killed Philip

Galanis. You're stepping on my

toes, Inspector Blake. She

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'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

man came looking for him.

Bloody hell. Going around 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 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 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've been having me followed.

I always have. You followed?

Charlie should

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.

The 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 nearer, 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

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. Sime. You owe me

this boy. When he was a nipper

and your dad passed away and

your mum couldn't put food on

the table, it was. It kept you

out of workhouse.

The best I can do is keep this

meeting to myself. But anything

else that comes up, you're on

your own. Even if.

Come on. Get your hair a fresh

off of rest.

Good afternoon. I'm looking for

a friend of mine, Natalia

Lorenzo. I have an ongoing

authority that she dances here.

I'm busy. 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? What

are you doing here? I'm looking

for a missing show Girl.

As a 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

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.

Animal, 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.

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

she got on the wrong side of

Cooper and somehow managed to

escape. The crime scene reports

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 the law. This is

Patrick's handwriting. Yes,

that list was compiled by Mr.

Nash himself after an

unfortunate incident with a

shotgun down a jealous husband.

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 cross criminal

conviction. Anyone who might

tend to a bullet wound and not

reported. Yes, sir. And get

yourself over to City police.

See if Inspector Phelps is

willing to share any new

information on Dylan Cooper.

What?

Evening, gents.

This is my lawyer, Mr. Tori.

We'd like to discuss the

unfounded accusation that I'm

somehow connected to your murder

investigation. Investigation?

I'm a businessman. I Own two

casinos in a number of companies

linked to the hospitality trade.

I know exactly where you are,

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.

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

I think you were romantically

involved with Ms. 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 you 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 half a day. Mr.

Tori, 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. I have enough

Eight 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.

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.

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.

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?

Quite like that.

I've booked that little place

out of the river for dinner.

Oh, 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. He 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. Yes, very

nice, thank you. Oh, it's very

nice, yes. 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. I am aware of

that. What's done has 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 to say are.

It was a lovely evening. 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 off

you. Is that true? Are you just

trying to butter me up? Both.

Give us a kiss. What in it?

Yes, Here.

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. What's funny about

I better get on.

Can I help you, madam? I need to

speak to Inspector Blake. Sir,

this is Banbury. What's

happened? It's Sophia.

So, last and hopefully not

least, Dr. Marsh. What do we do

if he doesn't see 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.

That's her That's Natalia

Lorenzo. Should we help?

He doesn't appear to be forcing

Inspector's daughter's gone

missing. Knock on every door of

every street within a three mile

radius for 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? 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. Worry if

anything's happened to that

little girl. Oh, just the

person. Go and tell the girls.

I'll join you in a moment.

Barnabas, this is not a good

time. She'll be very quick. My

jaw. 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 hair, blue

eyes, about this tall. 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 hair, blue eyes, about this

big? Sorry. So,

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 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.

Barnabas, I only say this

because I love you. You have

many skills, but writing is not

one of the. 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,

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 the client

confidentiality. Ms. Scarlett,

we had an agreement. What?

Detective Willows, have you seen

Inspector Blake? Have you not

heard? Heard what?

Is it true? Pacific gone

missing? She didn't come home

from school. Michael Simmons

you're with me. Whatever you

need, just ask. You want to

help? Then tell me where your

uncle is. What you got to do

with him? This has got Cooper

written all over it.

Could it be him?

Have you taken up the

inspector's kid? What you

talking about, boy?

Where's Cooper? We ain't over

yet. All right, 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?

We found her.

There.

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 and

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 get

you home. Good day, Ms. Fox.

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, Not

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.

You're 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. 10 years hard labor.

Pretty well killed him. He died

a month after he come out,

so, yeah, she'd 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 that 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 a guy he's gone,

he'd have killed her. Well, if

she shot him in self defense 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.

Mother. She passed.

I'm sorry, son. Sorry.

Come along, ladies. There's work

to be done. Thank you. Thank

you. Oh, Barnabas, I am rather

busy. I'll keep you just a few

moments. Module. I only wish to

say how profusely sorry I am for

my recent behavior. 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 will

work together every single day.

That'd be marvelous, sir.

Marvelous.

Inspector Phelps as 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 a 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 lock.

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. Would

you like to come in? Oh, no.

Not good company at the minute.

But maybe a pint and a ghost

next week. You're buying, of

course. Don't know. 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. Early. I haven't had

a chance to change yet. Would

you mind if we cancel dinner?

I should be with Sofia. Of

course I could come to you. She

went to the British Museum. She

said you miss school. Wants to

go there. 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 realize how much she

looks up to you. I'm. I'm sorry.

I didn't. I didn't think.

Are you blaming me for what

happened?

I lost control today. I could

have lost my job. I can't afford

to do that. I am all Sofia 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.

What are you trying to say?

That I need time to think.

Perhaps some time apart will do

us both good.

Sorry,