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Being a detective isa job for a man Eliza.

And yet you do it everydayWilliam.

You appear rather ruffledMiss Scarlet,

are you quite well?

I’m no thief!I’m a private detective.

Yeah!

- Father?- He’s had a cardiac arrest.

I’m sorry to say he has passed.

Word will soon spreadthat my father has died

and any day nowall our accounts will be called in.

This isn’t about ambition Ivy;This is about money.

Now that your father has passed,I hope that I can be of service to you

at this difficult time.

Who are you?

I...

I'm... a friend of your father’s,

we’re playing hide and seek.

But father is not here

and you know this

since you saw him leavefor work this very morning.

I saw you watching our house.

Why are you here alone?

I have a cold.

My mother’s gone to buyme some honey.

She’s back.

Can I have some of your money?

So I can buy myself a new dolly.

No.

Now I must go.

If you do not give mesome of the money,

I shall scream,

mother will come andyou’ll be sent straight to prison.

All of it.

Absolutely not.

Your father had hired meto do a job

and thinks he can get away withnot paying me because I’m a woman.

It’s unfortunate but I’ve had no choicebut to take the law into my own hands.

Give me the rest of the moneyor I will scream.

Miss Scarlet,

how delightful to see you

and welcome to my new abode.

And what an abode it isMr. Parker.

Mm, please let me introduce youto my dear friend,

Doctor Moorhouse.

When Rupert told me of your meeting,I insisted I had to come.

I’ve been beside myselfwith excitement

to finally meet his lady detective.

Well, I, um...

I had hoped to update youon our financial situation Mr. Parker.

Right take a seat.

So...

Miss Scarlet has insisted

that we meet once a month

so I may be appraised ofhow our detective agency is doing.

Then she is exactlyhow you described Rupert,

- as bright as a button.- Yes.

I will bet that your littleinvestment is doing splendidly.

Well, Mr. Parker, um...

I’m afraid to say there’s...

I will be unable to pay

the first repayment on your loan.

But be assured this is just

the teething problemsof a new business.

Miss Scarlet,

now I knowwe are business partners but...

are we not now friends also?

And as a friend I can assure you

there is no rush to makethe repayment.

Thank you, Mr. Parker.

Rupert,

please...

Eliza.

Right, we must celebrate.

Being a detective must besuch fun.

How I wish I hada little hobby just like it.

Tell me Miss Scarlet, what happenswhen you catch your villain?

Do you hit the scoundrelwith your purse?

And, um...

How did your mother react tothe news of your leaving home?

Well,

she tried to persuade me otherwise,

but..

I did as you suggested...

I stuck to my guns.

Well, I hope you did not tell herthat I had encouraged

this declaration of independence?

Oh but he did,

and she was furious.

Do not worry,

now that mother knowswe are not to be married,

there’s no reason for herto call on you anymore.

To the future.

Miss Scarlet!

Mrs. Parker,how lovely to see you.

I...

I do hope you will stay for tea?

This is no social call.

This must be a mistake.

My father would never makesuch an oversight.

I have heard your fatherhad many distractions

since the death of your mother.

The lease renewal on this house

was no doubtthe last thing on his mind.

But I do not have the money.

Then I will have to findnew residents.

You cannot do this.

I have lived in this houseall my life.

I own the freeholdof seven houses in this street,

the very bricks and mortar.

I cannot give youpecial treatment.

Why no notice? You must’ve knownof this for some time.

I assumed, mistakenly,

that you were soon to becomemy daughter-in-law

and as such would be moving inwith myself and Rupert.

So this is about me decliningyour son’s offer of marriage?

It was not done out of spite.

But encouraging himto move out was.

He was perfectly content

before you filled his headwith outrageous ideas.

Mrs. Parker, please...

You have until the end of the week.

If you cannot pay the renewal by then

I will have no choicebut to evict you.

Good day Miss Scarlet.

That woman.

I’ll do whatever it takesto keep this house.

This is our home

for all three of us.

Kitty’s gone,

got another position.

Well I know I haven’t paidher for two weeks...

Three.

But there are bound to beissues in these early days,

my agency has only beenopen four weeks.

Six!

I suppose you will leave me too.

There’s only one thing for it,

what’s the best dress I own?

The burgundy one, I think.

Are we brought so lowthat you have to sell your clothes?

I’m not selling it Ivy,

but I do need it pressed.

Oh William?

Eliza.

To what do I owethis unexpected delight?

Oh I was just passing and thoughtI’d take tea with an old friend.

How thoughtful,

but I am six men downso I’m afraid I cannot.

I have not frequented the pie shopon the Charing Cross Road,

nor shall I if that’s the sourceof your men’s illness.

It’s far from ideal.

With your staffing so diminished,you must be extremely busy.

I have five murders,

three missing persons and...

the blackmail of a highcourt judge to deal with.

So yes, you could say that.

An idea has just poppedinto my head.

I’ve not thought this throughbut...

I doubt that very much.

I could offer my assistance,

for a small fee of course.

It’s tempting but unless you carrythe badge of the Metropolitan Police

then I’m afraid I’m unableto accept that offer.

It’s of no consequence.

I’m extremely busywith my own clients.

Mm,

because I’ve heardhow busy you are.

Two cases sinceyou opened your agency,

three if you countthe mysterious scratching

from Mad Mr. Mead’s attic,

rats wasn’t it?

Have you been spying on me?

No, not me personally no.

I need back up Duke,

we got an arson attackat the Mackintosh factory in Hackney.

- Take Davey with you.- He’s on the Shoreditch murder.

There must be someone else?

Well there ain’t.

Excuse me one moment.

Come on.

I have an urgent messagefor Inspector Wellington.

Oh leave it on his desk,

I will see that he reads itas soon as he returns.

Don’t go up there,it’s dangerous.

I’ve sent for the police.

Wait! Stop! Where are you going?

Edward!

Edward!

What have you done?

Let my husband go!

Frank! Get him down the station.

I did not kill him!

Of course you didn’t son.

How dare you hurt him!

Let him go!

How dare you reada police telegram?

But surely curiosity is an essentialattribute in our line of work.

This is my line of work,not yours.

If I’m to make a name for myself,I need as much experience

of crime scenes as possible.

It may have escaped your noticebut I’m having a particularly bad day

so I suggest that you takemy advice and leave,

now!

And here’s some advice for you...

Eliza, I’m warning you,one more word

and you will find yourself in court.

You might find your focus sharper,your workload lighter

if you toned down your drinking,gambling and womanizing.

You are charged withobstructing police business,

a fine will be issuedfor 40 shillings.

But I do not have 40 shillings.

Then a month in prison it is.

I will pay the finefor Miss Scarlet.

I begged the inspectorto listen to me

but it’s clear he thinksmy husband...

a murderer,

which is why I came to find you.

I heard mentionyou were a private detective.

Inspector Wellington singingmy praises no doubt?

I want you to findthe real murderer.

My husband is innocent.

He is...

a gentle and kind man.

I...

I pray thathe can cope in prison.

Edward bought me this coat

when we first married,

he said he always wantedto see me in a crowd.

It’s too exuberant for my taste,

I only wear it nowto be close to him.

Um...

Mrs...

Mrs. Butler, your husbandwas found with a knife in his hand...

covered in the bloodof a murdered man.

So whatever the outcome, I must besure that I will receive my fee.

Money is not an issue,

you will be paid,

whatever the outcome.

Alright.

Tell me...

Tell me about the dead man,

every detailno matter how small.

His name was Sebastian Ridley,

he owned a saloon in Mayfair.

Edward did his accounts,it’s how the two were acquainted.

I had little time for Mr. Ridley,

he was a loud, brash man.

Hello?

Hello Miss Scarlet...

Mr. Moses isn’t it?

It’s just Moses.

I’ve spent many hours

thinking of you Miss Scarlet.

Nice things, I hope.

When the governorat The Black Cat found

found his head of security handcuffedto a radiator, by a woman no less,

it didn’t go down too well,

- lost me my job.- I do not come to make trouble.

I’m workingthe Ridley murder case

on behalf of the accused’s wife.

Perhaps you could help mewith my enquiries?

I must warn you...

I am armed.

Mr. Ridley was a cautious man.

I do not want to die Mr. Moses.

Like I said...

It’s just Moses.

I’m not going to kill youMiss Scarlet.

I’m going to hire you.

You want me to find a snuff box?

It was my father’s,

he was taken from Jamaicain the slave ships to London,

his owner gave him the boxas a parting gift with the abolition.

Apparently, he was a fair man,

for a slaver.

But when I was a boy, I sawthose scars on my father’s back...

I saw how he must’ve suffered.

He was the bravest manI ever knew.

The box is all I have left of him.

I asked Mr Ridleyto keep it in his safe,

when I heard of his death,

I wanted my box back

but no one had a key.

Then, late last night,

someone come,cleared out everything.

Did you see who it was?

It was the accountant’s wife.

Tabitha Butler cleared the safe?

I was here late,fixing up a broken table

when she let herself in.

Her husband,being Mr. Ridley’s accountant,

had a key to the barand the safe.

Really?It doesn’t make any sense.

She never seen me,

the place was shut up anddark when she slipped in here

and in her hand wasa green carpet bag,

empty when she arrived,

full when she left.

If it was dark,

how could you tellthe carpet bag was green?

Come to think of it,

why were you fixinga table in the dark.

Fine!

I wasn’t fixing a table.

I was trying to break intothe safe when I hear footsteps.

I hid in the shadows and watchedMrs. Butler empty the contents

into her bagincluding my father’s snuff box.

I might’ve stopped her if I wasn’talready in trouble with the law.

That box is the only thingI have left of my father

and you will get it back for me.

But it would unethicalto investigate my own client...

Unless of courseyou too will pay me a fee?

The fee is that I let you live.

I’ll just fetch my mistress.

So you’re a private detective?

I am.

Miss Scarlet...

I apologize for havingto receive you in the hall but

as you can appreciate,I cannot entertain

in that room ever again.

Here is the money I owe you.

But this is not the advancethat we discussed.

This is no advance,

this is money to severour contract.

I sent a note to your officelast night ending our agreement.

But I’ve not been in my officesince yesterday evening

when we shook on that agreement.

Well I no longer needyour services.

Now if you’ll excuse me,I’m extremely late for church.

Annie?

Please show Miss Scarlet out.

But what about your husbandMrs. Butler?

Only yesterday you wore this coatto show your love for him.

Why the sudden change of heart?

He can be damned to hellas far as I’m concerned.

This whole business has leftme feeling rather wheezy,

may I trouble youfor a glass of water?

Fetch Miss Scarlet a glass of waterbefore she goes on her way.

Just a small glass will suffice.

I think we both knowit’s not water you want.

Make it worth my while andyou can snoop as much as you like.

Clear out the cells Frank,get rid of the drunks,

the whores and the insane.

I’m a senior detective Duke,I ain’t clearing out no cells.

I have spent my morningdoing house to house

calls in the Holburn slums,

I haven’t done thatsince I was a constable.

I had an apple core thrownat my head and

a parcel of feces waiting for meon the seat of my carriage.

I assume that it was dogbut who knows?

The point is Frank that I am enjoyingthis week as little as you are

so clear out the damn cells eh?

Good lad.

Oi!

No eating on duty.That’s a bloody disgrace!

Oh for God’s sake.

Eliza, what are you doing here?

The deeply religiousMrs. Tabitha Butler

was having an affairwith Sebastian Ridley,

I found love lettersfrom her to him.

So her husband did havea motive,

it was a crime of passionand she would’ve known this.

And explains whyMrs. Butler dismissed me

but not why she hired mein the first place.

Oh, she’s dismissed you?Already?

And what of her change of heart?

One moment she protestsher husband’s innocent,

then she damns him to hell,it makes no sense.

My prime suspect haspleaded guilty,

end of story.

Since when?

Since this morning,

which meansI have one less case in

what is proving to bean extremely vexing week.

So Mr. and Mrs. Butler suddenlychange from innocent to guilty?

Something’s amiss here.

Tabitha Butler’s not a womanto be trusted,

she’s a liar and a thief.

I found the contentsof Mr. Ridley’s safe at her house.

Don’t tell me that you brokeinto Mrs. Butler’s house.

Do you want to end upin court again?

Oh yes, thank you for that,

you’ll have me spenda month in prison?

Magistrate Wilkes isan old friend,

I merely wished to putthe wind up you,

I didn’t expectMrs. Butler to bail you.

Exactly my point,she bails me out,

hires me to proveher husband is innocent

and then dismisses me.

You see?

Something is amiss.

The case is closed.

In fact,

I am on my way to the morgueright now

to complete the paperwork to releaseMr. Ridley’s body for burial.

Just another lowly taskthat I’m forced to cover.

You’re going to seethe body of Mr. Ridley?

Yes.

And no you may not come.

And if you could also

sign here, here

and here.

How many bloody signaturesdo you need?

Everything must now bein triplicate.

And out of respect for the dead,

if you could kindly refrainfrom swearing Inspector?

I’m a god fearing man.

Just take me to the body,

please.

Of course,

but I will needone more signature...

Here.

Of course I am used to beingwith one of your detectives,

it’s most unusual that we havethe honor of an inspector,

even more unusualthat he should bring his wife.

My wife?

I have requestedthat she wait for you outside,

women are not allowedin a mortuary you see.

It would not be proper.

My wife?

I specifically requested that you waitoutside for your husband madam!

She’s not my wife.

I found somethingmost interesting William.

The cut across the throattakes a left to right formation.

Inspector,this is most irregular,

in all my years I havenever allowed a lady into this room!

This suggests the perpetratorwas right handed,

but the accused, Edward Butler,picked up the knife with his left hand

when woken by his wife’s screaming.

I do not have timefor your musings.

My only task here is to identifythat this is Sebastian Ridley.

Which it is. My work is done.

Then you will need to sign

here, here and here.

There are no fragments of cottonfrom the collar in the neck wound.

The perpetrator has taken time to pulldown the collar and cut knife to skin,

this was no frenzied attack.

Inspector, I really must insistthat you remove your wife!

She’s not my bloody wife!

And if you could pleaserefrain from swearing!

There are often anomaliesin knife wounds,

you would know thisif you were a police officer.

But you’re not.

Good day.

Well it seems like you haveno business being here madam.

- I just need five more minutes.- Quite impossible.

Maybe this would help.

You are charged with attemptingto bribe an official of the crown

at the city’s morgue.

A fine will issue for 60 shillings.

60? It was 40 before.

70 for insolence.

Thank you for speakingto Magistrate Wilkes,

I will not put youin that situation again.

I doubt that very much.

Eliza, I would like to find a waythat we can coexist

without causing each otherconstant agitation.

So would I.

Father would not want usto be at odds.

Good.

Then we are agreed.

You will drop the caseof Sebastian Ridley

and inconvenience mewith it no longer.

- Here!- What?

That’s not what we agreed.

William!

That’s not what we agreed!

I know that look,

it is one of confusion,

puzzlement, discombobulation,

it is the same lookyou reserved for your schoolwork.

Actually I’m,

I’m remembering somethingyou once told me.

Oh I told you many things,most of which quite useless I fear.

You said that a, a tattoo foundon an unidentified body was a...

a prize indeed.

How macabre,

it certainly sounds like me.

You said that it, it gaveinsight to a person’s past,

perhaps a badge of belonging,like to the navy or a...

quiet rebellion hidden onone’s body for one’s eyes only.

How is it you remembermy musings in such detail,

yet you can never reciteone word of your Latin homework?

I knew I had seenthat rose before...

Your friend, Doctor Moorhouse,

also wore one in his lapelwhen we met.

Do you hit the scoundrelwith your purse?

Mr. Ridley had the dark blue rosetattooed onto his arm.

It means something, does it not?

I swear that whatever you...

tell me will remain between us.

They’re called the Midnight Rose

and they send a messagethat you are...

a like minded fellow.

A like minded fellow?

That is, a man whose tastesdo not lie with...

women.

I take a great riskconfiding in you Eliza.

Now,

men like me, we are damnedby the church and by, by the law.

You know as.

I am not a religious man,thanks to Mr. Darwin,

eternity in Satan’s fire,it does not concern me.

Imprisonment

and the disgrace that would bringto my mother...

I can’t.

Well if anyone finds out...

it will not be through me.

Thank you.

But Sebastian Ridley was havingan affair with a woman.

I can assure you;

Mr. Ridley had a huge appetitefor many things but...

women were not one of them.

You knew him?

Each Wednesday

he ran a special nightat his saloon,

as our safe haven.

A less secure meeting place

could land a man10 years hard labor.

We were all very gratefulto him and

so saddened by his loss.

It makes no sense Eliza,

the man who he loved most,

his dearest Teddy would bethe one to murder him.

It’s a shock indeed.

Teddy?

Oh, uh...

Edward Butler, his,

his accountant.

We all knew him as Edwardat the saloon, only...

it was Sebastianwho nicknamed him Teddy.

He too was a regularon those nights.

T was for Teddy,

not Tabitha.

Sorry?

Sebastian and Edwardwere lovers?

I do not believe that Edward Butlerkilled Sebastian Ridley.

Is there someone you knowwho might wish him ill?

Maybe someone in that circle?

No one I can think of.

You might want to have a wordwith the doorman at the saloon

who workedthose particular nights,

for the life of meI cannot remember his name,

only he was Jamaican.

Moses?

It’s alright Albert,it’s not the coppers...

Do you belong to the Jamaican?

I think we might’ve killed him,sorry about that.

You could stay,keep us company if you like?

I think I will leave yougentlemen to carry on

with whatever it is you’re doing.

Stealing.

All this booze is no goodto a dead governor now is it?

I, I suppose not.

Don’t touch me.

You’ve got two choices pretty,

keep your mouth shut or Alberthere will cut your tongue out.

Ah, get your hands off me.

You’re a real gentlemannow Albert!

Witch!

What have you given Albert?

No!

No, no, no! Wow!

No, no.

That was a warning shot.

Now get out

and take your friend with you

or the next bullet will bein your head.

Where are those scum?

I dealt with them.

You dealt with them?

It wasn’t that hard.

Then why are your hands shaking?

I don’t wish to discuss those men.

You can deal with themin your own time.

No, don’t worry.

I will.

I’m more interested in this...

Opium,

and in the quantity that’s illegal.

Are you involved indrugs smuggling?

More to the point, does it involveMr. Ridley’s death?

The opium isn’t mine...

and neither is the snuff box.

Nor was my father a slave,

just some drunkwho never left Jamaica

and died falling into a pond.

So the box belongsto Sebastian Ridley

and now that he’s deadyou saw an opportunity to steal it?

This place will soon be sold off,

I have no job,

no home, nothing.

Do not expect sympathy from me sir.

I am faced withsimilar problems of my own.

I know that you worked the dooron Ridley’s special nights.

Tell me what you knowof him and Edward Butler.

Nothing.

Kept myself to myself.

Those men here todaythought they’d killed you.

If they’d seen you wakethey’d have finished you off.

Is this your way of telling meI owe you my life?

I know who supplied the opium.

He was a regular on those nights.

A doctor.

Do you remember his name?

Well, uh...

I’ll give you some privacy.

I admit, I was Sebastian’s doctor.

I am the doctor to manyat the bar.

And I know the restrictions onsupplying opium grow tighter but.

I made an exception in this case.

In this case?

Sebastian was dying.

He had a tumor to the stomach,only months to live.

I see.

He begged me for pain relief

but the opium ceasedhaving effect.

The end was nearfor dear Sebastian.

Who else knew about this?

He wanted it a secret between us,

which is why I was so shockedthat the wife of his accountant knew.

Tabitha Butler?

But it was my belief thatshe disliked him.

Are you certain she knew?

The evening Sebastian diedI went to see Mrs. Butler;

I was concerned

that if the opium was foundit might be traced back to me.

I arrived to find her sobbingin the very room of his murder.

When I expressed my sorrowover what had happened,

her response wassurprising indeed.

How so?

She said she hoped Sebastian sufferedto the last with his tumor

and her husband would soonjoin him in hell.

Her fury was such thather hands were shaking,

she could barely hold the letter.

She was reading a letter?

Mrs. Butler left my office at 5:00

that same day protestingher husband’s innocence.

You saw her one short hour later

and suddenly she despises him.

Whatever was in that letterchanged her mind.

Did you see the contents?

Only the name on the envelope,

bloodied and screwed upon the floor,

it was addressed to Teddy.

Teddy?

That was the name onlySebastian used for Edward.

You’re not allowed in here.

How many times Eliza?

Mr. Potts is at the Coroner’s Officeattending to an urgent message.

- How do you know?- I sent it.

Edward Butler did not murderSebastian Ridley.

In just under one hour Mr. Butler,

my prime suspect,and guilty by his own admission,

will be leaving his prison cellto walk the few yards

to his public execution.

The case is closed.

You may wish to prepare yourselffor what I’m about to tell you.

Edward Butler and Sebastian Ridleywere lovers.

I thought you’d be more shocked,

horrified even.

If you saw the thingsthat I see on a daily basis

nothing would shock you.

Now...

Sebastian Ridley was ill,

he was dying,

it was he who killed himself,

the cuts on his throatare consistent with this.

He wrote Edward Butlera suicide letter.

Mrs. Butler has concealed it,

she is going to let her unfaithfulhusband be sent to the gallows

for a murder he did not do.

William,

I know you are stretched

but if an innocent man is hangedfor a crime he did not commit

it will be on you andyour reputation.

She’s on her way to Euston,

catching the 4:00 trainto Liverpool,

she’s leaving for America sir.

Then why are her thingsstill here?

I am to pack the rest ofher possessions and then follow on.

This is the receipt forMrs. Butler’s train ticket sir.

You should be the one to bringTabitha Butler in William.

It benefits me toothat we protect your reputation.

- Euston Station Arthur.- Yes sir!

Your husband gave you that coat.

So that he’d see you in a crowd.

And here you are.

When I saw it gone I knewthere could only be one reason

why you’d ever wear it again.

I understand you want revenge

but we both knowyour husband is innocent.

Sebastian Ridley killed himself.

There was a suicide letter,wasn’t there?

Where is it Mrs. Butler?

He betrayed me.

What he did with that man

was an abomination.

But is it still right to letan innocent man die?

Mrs. Butler!

Tabitha!

Give me that letter, please.

Please!

Stop the execution!

I have evidence ofEdward Butler’s innocence!

When Sebastian told mehe was ill, he...

wanted us to go away,

live out his final monthstogether.

He was terrified of dying alone.

But I refused.

I could not live with the shameof Tabitha knowing the truth.

Next morning I returned hometo find Sebastian in my drawing room,

he placed his suicide noteon my mantelpiece

and stood with a knifeto his throat,

he said I betrayed him,

that I would be with himat the end, like it or not.

You tried to stop him buthe knocked you unconscious?

In my cell that nightI thought about his letter,

how it was knockedto the ground when we fought,

how Tabitha would

soon discover it inits hiding place

and how ironic it was that the onething that would absolve me of murder

would also condemn meto a life as an outcast.

So you pleaded guilty?

I wanted to die.

But you’re a free man now.

I am grateful forwhat you did for me Miss Scarlet,

but I will never be free.

My marriage,

my life, my reputation,

all destroyed.

If I gave you a compliment do youpromise not to make me suffer for it?

You have my word.

That was good work.

Your father would’ve been proud.

Thank you,

that means a great deal.

Has Mrs. Butler reallycommitted a crime?

She didn’t break intoMr. Ridley’s safe for the money,

she merely wantedto burn the love letters

to stop news of the affair.

It’s still theft.

Not to mention obstructionof justice

for concealing that letter.

You knew thatMrs. Butler wasn’t on that train.

So much for protectingmy reputation.

There’s no one in this citymore respected than you William.

Me on the other hand,

I must build my reputation,I needed this more than you did.

Try telling that to my superiors.

You can handle them;

You can handle everyone.

I cannot handle you.

Now I must round upmy entire team of two

and brief themon my man in the canal.

In the meantime,

please do try to stay outof trouble Eliza.

For my sake?

Of course William.

Of course.

Rupert!

- What are you doing here?- So my...

My mother’s here to see youand I am to wait for you here.

I found him loiteringoutside the door

so I invited him infor a cup of tea.

Can you go and tell Mrs. Parkerthat I’ll be with her in a moment?

Of course.

She’s come about the lease.

Yes.

I...

I did try to persuade herotherwise but...

as you knowshe’s difficult to reason with.

I hadn’t noticed.

I don’t blame you for wishing to

upset her in some way,

since she herself, she’s,

well she’s showing youlittle kindness.

I...

I don’t think there’s anythingI could say

that would upset your mother.

Is there not?

It’s just

sometimes Eliza, we may say thingsin the heat of the moment...

No.

No, no Rupert.

No there is not.

There is nothingI could or would say.

I’ve given you my word.

Right.

You are a dear friend,

indeed Eliza.

Now,

I do not want to keepyour mother any longer

than is necessaryfor all our sakes.

Who knows? She might be feelingin a charitable mood

and wish to give me more time.

Absolutely not!

Full payment of the leaserenewal today

or eviction I’m afraid.

As you wish.

I think you will find it all there.

You paid her, the full amount?

And here is something for you.

Your back pay and a little extra.

I decided to take on more staff.

A debt collector if you will.

Your go Ethel.

Good afternoon miss.

May I speakwith your father please?

Before you start yellingand thumping the desk,

will you at least listento what I have to say?

No.

Flora Montford,I am treasurer of the committee.

Alice Morgan. Mrs.

Being a female is struggle enough

without someone like you ruiningher reputation completely.

Someone like me?

Things can change Alice,

but only if we make them.

I’m not who you think I am.

No one is.

Are you a woman or a detective?