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Hello?

Who's there?

Alexander, what are you doing

here? I received an urgent mate

to come to this address. How

Said I condemned asylum. Think

of nicer places to meet.

Welcome to my office,

Miss Scarlet. Inspector Blake.

Do appreciate your punctuality,

Miss 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

indiscretion. 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, Under Secretary

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,

Miss Scarlett, 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. Double.

We knew we couldn't keep it

quiet. Forever will be fine.

Guess what? My business may not.

Losing Scotland Yard as a

client. There, I was thinking

you're worried about us. I'm

teasing you, Eliza. 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 are.

To our last case. Our last case.

Whatever the future brings, you

will prevail. And if you don't,

you can always blame me. Thank

you, Inspector Blick. 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. Oh, 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. 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 would

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 you think may have seen

something. Pull them over, see

what they have to say. Yeah,

right. 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 are being

processed as we speak.

And those two case? Buyers who

wanted. Thanks. Thank you. Do

you have a moment, Mrs. Potts?

Of course. Detective Willows,

I need some incident reports.

Oh, if you 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. It

requires the utmost discretion.

Ladies, listen up. There's been

a spate of street thefts 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. 1. Yes, Mom?

Down this road here.

I have heard of no robberies on

this street. It was mostly in

the neighboring area. But the

Metropolitan Police like to be

thorough. In truth, it is no

surprise that I have 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,

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

summarize 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'd

come back late with. With.

He enjoyed the company of

ladies. That is all. I shall.

I visited at least a dozen of

the embassies but could find

nothing of interest about Sir

Joseph. 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, like

female company lovers or ladies

of the night. You 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 something else.

Something I can't put my finger

What? Nothing.

What?

I'll miss this. Us working

So you were saying? We need to

see the coroner's report into

Sir Joseph's death. I can't

request a fire from the

mortuary. It will cause

suspicion. We need someone there

we can trust. I trust Barnabas

Potts. But he's adamant. He

won't return to work until Mr.

Wormsley has apologized. God

knows Ivy's tries. 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 learnt 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 of mine.

Oh, what a muddle indeed.

Mr. Potts, it is grand to see

you back. Ah, it's good to be

back. Detective Willows. Mr.

Worms change of heart was most

unexpected, but to his credit he

apologized 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 handcart.

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.

Now, the deceased in question.

Well, let's just say it's a

confidential matter and one that

demands your utmost discretion.

I got your message this in.

He's been delivering coal 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.

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 coal to a

government minister. I thought

it could give us useful leverage

on requesting it. 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.

1. Shut up. It's a better start.

Come, come.

I'm no match for you, my friend.

Freak. That would be most

welcome,

Misses 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. Oh, while you're

here, the applicant's new office

manager. They need security

clearance. The pass. The be have

been extra cautious after what

happened with Ms. Summers. Oh,

I am sorry. That was insensitive

of me. No, I'm the one who

should apologise. I should have

seen through her. No, you

weren't the only one taken in by

her. It wasn't your fault.

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.

This is possible.

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 add 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 coal to Sir

Joseph's house. After a few

drinks, he got loose lipped.

Told me there's a butler there,

a Mr. Lawrence. I spoke to him

today. Apparently, none of the

other servants like him. Rumor

has it Sir Joseph accused him of

theft and planned to dismiss

him, but then the minister,

Upton, 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. Can't

see any wounds on his body that

would trigger the infection.

Ms. Scarlet. Sir, I have the

coroner'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. So Joseph and his

butler, both with 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

poisoning.

Mr. Wormsley was most keen to

hear all about my ideas for

improving the mortuary. I must

say, he's a changed man. Oh,

it's good indeed 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 jewel. I know how much you

worth 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 a 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

There are changes coming at

Scotland Yard. Inspector Blake

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. Gentleman

doesn't stay up all night doing

background checks. What did you

find? Nothing.

Sir Joseph's household stuff

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

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. Question is,

who would want to poison the

butler and his employer?

I almost told Sophia about us

last night. Well, 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?

There's an odd funny as an

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 Ms.

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 this

silver card holder belonging to

Countess Polcheck. 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

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 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 was,

I believe, German.

Name and address of the account

holder that Sir Joseph made

payments to. How did you get

that? To charm and charisma.

Alright, fine. I bribed the

teller. The account belongs to a

Mr. Klaus Lang. He's been

visiting the bank every week to

withdraw £100 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?

No.

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 have 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 9 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's from a pouch

I stole from St. Joseph.

Mr. Potts. Barnabas. I'm here

because I have a theory and I'm

in need of your advice. Well.

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.

Oh, protocol be damned. You're

always welcome here, Eliza.

Coming,

coming.

Stricken 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, say, 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'd

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'm at your disposal.

We shall start with the basics

of toxicology. Dosage,

absorption, exposure.

Pull out anyone with a German

background, particularly those

with computer convictions for

violent crime. Mrs. Potts,

you take the A's, Willows,

the B's. And keep going till we

run out of Alphabet.

This is going to be thirsty

work. How about I organize a

nice cup of tea for us all? Oh,

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'm like a bear with

a sore head. Apart from that,

I'm doing fine, sir. Well, I'll

be there to speak for you. And

in the meantime, try not to

dwell on it. My sister also said

that sounds like a wise woman.

Detected by this. I wanted to

give you an update on the case.

Was Sir Joseph murdered?

I believe so, yes. You have

evidence? We're 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

face 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.

Yep.

It.

I assume one of you is close

line. An account holder. The

bank of Deutschland. The

container. The guilt phone,

sir. Yosef Haltonhalt.

I win.

Gentlemen.

Your address was given to the

bank of Deutschland as a contact

for an account Sir Joseph Milner

was paying into.

Why do you have a photograph of

Sir Joseph Superior? Lord

Powell, the Foreign Secretary.

I believe my associate here

speaks a little German. Do I

have that right? You do,

Inspector Bleeck.

So would you be so kind as to

tell these gentlemen the

following. If they do not

talk, they will be charged with

Sir Joseph 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 Joseph 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 Joseph to make

contact. They didn't know he was

dead. The most incompetent

assassins I've ever come across.

It doesn't make sense. If Sir

Joseph 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 of 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.

Deliveries afforded onto another

premises. I wrote down the

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 recognize it?

Please, I do.

It.

Rat poison.

Good evening, Ms. Collett.

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're hanged for this. Which is

why I shall leave London

tonight. I've 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.

I just said you were here. What

happened? You're gonna need a

drink first.

I don't agree with what Ms.

Scott did, but she did it for

her country. I told the

superintendent that I, like Ms.

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.

We. You're going to be the next

superintendent. Is that what you

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

I. 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? Was the first thing I

insisted upon, as well as

another small matter. But the

new clerical manager should be

of my choosing. I think he'll

approve of my choice.

Good morning, Mrs. Potts. Good

morning, detective willows.

To my clever wife on her new

promotion. To Ivy. Ivy.

Congratulations.

Thank you, Barnabas. And thank

you, Inspector Blake, for having

such faith in me. This calls for

More wine as he does it. My

beloved. That'll be your third.

And I intend on having a fort.

I'll go and get some more

bottles from the kitchen. Will

you assist me and such me? Of

course, Miss Scarlet.

Taste. Delicious. Thank you.

Cheers.

I taunts a 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? Mm.

Now, remember to make clear that

the positions entail working

long hours. What if any 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. Morning.

Hello. Just up the stairs.

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