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You lose everything, my girl.

So you've said - four times.

I definitely had it on yesterday.

Your gloves, your keys, that handkerchief I embroidered for you

Everything!

Five times.

Miss Scarlet? - Yes.

I'm Miss Scarlet.

May I inquire if you've lost something?

Some jewellery perhaps?

Yes, my mother's wedding ring.

Have you found it?

Does your ring have an inscription?

From my father to my mother 'For my beloved, Livinia Scarlet'

Then it is yours.

I told you so many times to get it resized, but does she listen?

It was found last night in the city mortuary by a Mr Potts.

Is she the one that calls you

an unchristian woman the morals of an alley cat.

Yes, that's the one.

You're under arrest.

What? Why?

For breaking and entering the city mortuary.

Find Inspector Wellington.

Duke, the door.

Hmm.

Duke.

It's your house, you get it.

Sorry to bother you,

but I wondered if Inspector Wellington was there.

You've got a visitor.

Inspector Wellington!

I need your help.

It's Eliza.

She's been arrested.

Tell her it's my day off.

Who is this Eliza?

She's not my wife.

Ready inspector?

Miss Scarlet really does need your help.

There's clearly been a misunderstanding Detective Phelps.

Not that I wish to tell you how to do your job.

You being an extremely experienced, well regarded officer,

I'm simply perplexed as to what has happened.

Well, let me enlighten you, Miss Scarlet.

Last night someone smashed the window of the city mortuary and broke in.

They then gained access to the clerical office

inside and stole some highly confidential files.

Well, if that is true

then it's both deplorable and a disgrace.

Words shared by the clerk of the mortuary, Mr Potts,

although in his case he used them to describe you rather than the situation.

I know that man's opinion of me.

'An unscrupulous woman'

'who is as trustworthy as a bag of snakes'.

The fact is, I'm no thief.

So glad you brought up facts, Miss Scarlet,

because the fact remains that your ring

was found at the crime scene.

Well, I have no idea how it got there.

Women aren't even allowed in the mortuary - quite right too.

It's no place for a lady.

Morning to you.

I'll take you from here Detective Phelps.

Thank God for that.

I'm sorry to have dragged you into this, William.

On my day off.

Oh. Were you doing something nice?

I have no idea how my mother's ring found its way to the crime scene.

It's a puzzle indeed.

Do you think I was born yesterday?

I'm warning you, Eliza.

The next words out of your mouth better be the truth

or I'll take you down to the cells myself.

All right. I did go to the mortuary yesterday.

I have numerous outstanding cases which I could progress with

if Mr Potts would share some basic information with me.

But he refuses to treat me like a fellow professional.

So I have no choice but to break in like a common criminal

and check the files myself.

I must have dropped my mother's ring whilst there,

hence this misunderstanding.

So let me get this straight..

Last night you broke into the city mortuary

and stole files from Potts' office.

Where exactly is the misunderstanding?

I never stole anything.

I looked at the files and put them back.

And it wasn't last night, it was yesterday afternoon

when Mr Potts was out for lunch.

And I didn't break in.

Why would I want to have a key?

You duplicated a key for the city mortuary?

What choice do I have?

Someone else broke into the mortuary last night and it wasn't me.

I wouldn't lie to you, William.

That's a blatant lie in itself.

Miss Scarlet. - Detective Fitzroy.

New haircut?

Very smart.

Sir, I have a message for you.

I thought I told you I wasn't here. I'm on my day off.

Yes Sir, but the Superintendent has asked for you.

He says it's urgent.

Do not move.

William.

William..

You do believe me, don't you?

This is an extremely serious offence that you're accused of.

It's going to be damn hard to prove it wasn't you.

Come in!

Ah, Wellington. This is Mr Thackeray.

Good morning, sir.

I hope it is a good morning, Inspector..

It's been a bloody awful night,

that's for sure.

Mr Thackery is the chief coroner.

The break in at city mortuary?

Break ins.

Plural. We've just had word that the mortuaries in Kentish Town

and Swiss Cottage were broken into last night.

Confidential files stolen from each.

I believe you have the perpetrator in custody.

We do indeed, Edmund.

That woman has a history of breaking the law.

My man in the city has had to deal with her time and time again,

but this time she's gone too far.

The lady detective..

What nonsense.

So Miss Scarlet has had some minor grievances with the clerk

who runs the city mortuary service.

There was evidence found at one of the crime scenes

that places her there.

Surely you are working under the assumption

that whoever did one break in must have done the other two.

Yes, that would be the assumption, sir.

I want that woman charged without delay.

It's all in hand.

Take Miss Scarlet directly to Holloway. She can be kept there whilst

further investigations are undertaken.

Further Investgation? What need is there of that?

You've got all the evidence you need. Fergus.

Charge her. - But Sir..

That's an order, Inspector.

Yes, Sir.

Sorry, Eliza.

Where is she?

I wish I knew so I could give her a piece of my mind.

She does nothing but worry the life out of me.

Not only is she now a fugitive,

but she's also made a complete fool out of me again.

I'm as frantic to find her as you are.

God knows where she is.

God knows what danger she's in.

Well, not as much danger as she'll be when I get my hands on her.

Please do not talk like that Inspector,

it's not gentlemanly.

Do you have any idea how much trouble she's in?

Then you must help her.

How can I when I don't know where she is?

There was one person who might know her whereabouts

and I have my men hunting him down as we speak.

If Moses so much as sneezes,

we will be down on him like a ton of bricks.

What makes you think Moses knows anything?

Those two are thick as thieves?

If you see her or you hear from her,

then you send for me Ivy, immediately.

Are you sure you weren't followed?

Why do people always ask me that?

I'm worried about my girl.

Are you certain this is the right thing to do?

Just stick to the plan.

I don't think I can do it.

You just lied to the Detective Inspector.

You can do this.

Gone.

Gone where?

I don't know sir.

So a prime suspect who was in your custody has done a runner.

You're unable to locate her, a woman.

She's a private detective, Sir.

She has contacts.. - Are you not one of them?

I can assure you that I've had no hand in this, sir.

I can also assure you that Eliza Scarlet

is not the perpetrator. We're barking up the wrong tree.

Enough!

Now it seems to me we have a conflict

of interest here,

so I'm going to recommend you'll move to another case,

With all due respect, Sir,

that would be a mistake.

The chief coroner's a man of connection and influence.

Whose going to make my life extremely difficult.

Give me one more day, sir.

Now, I have not long been in this job laddie and I can assure you

you do not want to be the reason I lose it.

You have your day.

Find her!

Yes, Sir.

What a privilege it is to have such a visit.

Not since Prince Albert himself

graced us to open our new autopsy wing

have I been so honoured.

And the honour is all mine, Mr. Potts.

I am merely here at the request of my husband, Mr Thackery.

'Cecilia', he said. 'You must pay Mr Potts a visit'

'and see is he quite well after such a distressing episode'.

The notion of the chief coroner giving an employee as lowly as myself

any thought is.. That's comfort indeed, Mrs Thackery.

But this business, with the break-in has left me feeling somewhat violated.

To think someone came into this, my

private sanctuary without authorization.

I say someone, but I know exactly who it was and so do the police.

Yes, my husband told me all about it.

Some young woman, was it not?

I hear she's a private investigator. What a curious job for a lady.

There's nothing of the lady about that woman.

What exactly was it she stole?

I thought you said your husband told you all about it, Mrs Thackery?

He did indeed, but..

I have quite forgotten. Ah, you know how us ladies are..

It's hard to retain too much information at any one time.

I do not believe you.

It is abundantly clear to me that a lady such as yourself

possesses great brains as well as beauty.

You're kind, Mr. Potts.

But it is nevertheless true that the details have quite evaded me.

Would you mind if we did not discuss that woman?

I have to be mindful of my blood pressure

and she has a habit of causing me great vexation.

Tea.

Goodness, I'd quite forgotten the reason for my visit.

My husband and I would like to invite you for dinner.

This evening.

At the chief coroner's house?

And I will endeavour to keep my questions to a minimum.

I'd hate to cause undue vexation.

I... Mrs Thackery, nonsense...

What is it you wish to know?

Confidential files were stolen from all three mortuaries.

They contained lists of unidentified bodies who died 25 years ago

in the August of 1857.

Anything else taken?

We should let Eliza know.

Not yet.

She must lie low until I've found out more.

Where exactly is this safe house she's holed up in?

I hope it's respectable.

It's not exactly Claridges, but it will do.

Oh my God.

Miss Scarlet, welcome to my castle.

I hope you've made yourself home.

Yes, yes.

Moses has shown me all the amenities.

Thank you for allowing me to shelter here.

I have allegations made against me that are completely false.

Aren't they always?

So what are these false allegations?

It's a break in at the city mortuary

and for your information the claims are false.

On Bow Lane?

Mm..

My sister Clementine works that steet?

Your sister's called Clementine, too?

All my sisters are. Made it easy for our mother to remember who's who..

If something happened on my sister's patch

she'd know about it, 'orrible though she is.

I could pay her a visit though.

See if she knows anything.

I'd be most grateful.

How grateful?

I take great risk in going to see her.

Last week she punched a dog in the face.

This Moses is the key.

If anyone can lead us to her, it's him.

Sir, I've got the information that you asked for.

Get to it.

Did I say something wrong, Sir?

Shut the door first, Roy.

Now, I do not believe that Miss Scarlet is guilty in this

but my orders are to find her,

not to go looking for alternative perpetrators.

So this line of inquiry is to remain strictly between us.

You have a problem with that detective?

No, Sir.

I do not have a problem with that.

Good.

And what have you got for me?

The files stolen from each of the three mortuaries

contain a list of unidentified bodies from August 1857.

Yes, yes, tell me something I don't know.

Then I searched for a link,

male, female, similar ages,

cause of death,

but unfortunately those details only exist in records at the cemeteries themselves,

but I managed to find maps of each cemetery

and where the graves are located.

I've marked them with an X.

How many cemeteries are there?

14 Sir, with one pauper grave in each.

Shall I come with you, Sir?

No, I need to do this quietly.

Go back to your duties.

Yes, Sir.

Clementine, where have you been?

You've been gone for hours.

Did you see your sister?

What did she say?

Does she know anything about the break-in?

Saw her.. very nice.. well..

Whatever..

Yeah, it wasn't very good since the wrestling match with our grandmother.

She saw the real thief?

Clementine..

Clementine.

Oh!

You should be ashamed of yourself.

I'm calling the police!

Stop.

I'm a police officer, madam.

Are you all right?

Just a little shaken, my husband's the vicar here.

He's away on business.

I'm all alone.

Poor soul.

Those grave robbers,

they have no morals.

Do you know who's buried here?

No one knows.

Pauper grave.

I was in my parlour in the vicarage.

I like to carry out my correspondence there.

So, what alerted you to the robbers?

I was writing to my sister Agatha,

I heard a noise outside.

We weren't expecting any burials today.

My husband's away on church business,

staying with the Archbishop himself in Canterbury

So you heard a noise outside?

I went out to see what it was and instantly I knew.

Body snatchers. It's a lucrative trade selling corpses to the medical profession.

They supply bodies for anatomy classes.

Dissections.

Yes, I am aware of the practice.

I shouted at them to stop.

They was so shocked that someone was at the vicarage.

They must have assumed it empty.

Then they saw you, a man..

Had you not been there inspector..

I dread to think what might have happened.

You got a good look at them?

One had dark hair and the other was..

Fairer?

Average build, the pair.

Any scars, tattoos distinguishing features?

None that I saw but they were very grubby.

Dirt all over their faces, their hands.

I'm sorry.

I haven't been much help.

No, you've been most helpful.

See Mrs Ellis home.

Jake

There's been a sighting: the Jamaican.

Do you want me to bring him in?

No. He's mine.

And a pound of potatoes, please Jim.

Jim, right?

Right you are, young lady.

Mrs Thackery.

How nice to see you again.

Mr. Potts..

What a small world?

Not really. Mother is just around the corner.

Had to pay her visit to impart my most wonderful news.

Oh?

The honour of dining with yourself and the chief coroner this evening.

I said mother, I might just purchase a new tie for the occasion.

This one's so special.

Mother would so love to have joined us.

Well, bring her along if you like.

Mrs Thackery, you misunderstand me..

Mother is dead.

It is her grave which I visit.

I felt compelled to share the news of this great honor bestowed upon me.

Well, I really should be going.

Dinner will not prepare itself.

I am more than a little confused.

It's most unusual that a lady, such as yourself, does her own shopping.

Indeed, however, I wanted to ensure

that all the ingredients for tonight's dinner were of the highest quality.

I don't know what to say.

Until this evening, then.

Until this evening.

What a delightful lady.

It is a treat to be in her company. A treat indeed.

Yeah, Ivy is one in a million.

Ivy?

Clementine,

Clementine.

I've just had the loveliest dream.

Moses took me to Gilbert's, and my God did he look handsome.

What did your sister Clementine say?

Which one - there's five of us?

The one that witnessed the break-in in the city mortuary.

Oh. Uh.. she said it was raining that night

so she took shelter under the arches near the mortuary.

That's when she saw him him. - Him?

A man.

Yes, I've gathered that but what did he look like?

Blackest of hair, bluest of eyes..

A crooked smile that would make the devil whimper.

Did she recognise him?

It's something I suppose.

Man, black hair, blue eyes.

You said she was sheltering from the rain.

It wasn't raining that night.

In fact, it hasn't rained for weeks and if it was dark,

how did she see he had blue eyes?

She's got good eyesight.

You said she had only one working eye.

You didn't go and see your sister, did you?

You drank my money.

She's terrifying

When I was a girl she stole my pet mouse and baked it in a pot.

I want my money back now.

I'd love to stay and chat but I've got to get to work.

Where is she?

Grave robbers drink here.

I said where is she?

Let me go in, ask around,

see about those two who were running from you.

How do you know about that?

You've been following me.

You're going... forget it, they will smell police a mile away.

And why would you want to help me?

We both know she's innocent

and those body snatchers will lead to the real thief.

So I will help you help her.

For a fee, of course.

I don't work with criminals.

Shame Miss Scarlet doesn't follow my example.

Good luck.

You're gonna need it.

Whiskey.

There you go.

Inspector.

Eliza

Mr Potts.. - Do not bother Miss Woods.

It's your real name, is it not?

Miss Ivy Woods.

Yes. Yes it is.

And I'm so sorry to have deceived you.

It was for a good reason.

That's never a good reason to deceive, Miss Woods.

It comes as no surprise to me

that the lady who runs the house with that woman

should herself be unchristian in her ways.

I can assure you I don't make a habit of lying.

I love that girl and I do anything to help her.

I should never have believed that the chief coroner

would even consider inviting someone like me for dinner.

He'd think I'd know my place in the world by now.

And you haven't learned Barnabas..

I really am very sorry Mr Potts.

I've never done anything like this before.

Hah!

Take heart, Miss Woods.

Because you had me fooled.

Good day.

Mr Potts, did you spend money on a new tie?

Come on, cough up.

I think I'll take a lady out with my winnings.

How about..

Your mum?

Who's there?

I'm looking for a man about a job.

The kind that can make you serious money.

Is business good?

Booming, mate. Be even better if I weren't stuck with this ingrate.

Get on with you.

Take them to the cells. Keep them separate.

I'll question this one first.

I've done nothing!

Shut your mouth!

I do not like to be manhandled.

Best part of my day, arresting you.

We need it to look real.

This was your idea.

I got you your thief. Now it's your turn.

Well, I'd like to say it was a pleasure doing business with you,

but you know I'd be lying.

More where that came from, if you tell me where Miss Scarlet is.

I'll be watching you.

I'd expect nothing less, Inspector.

Why is this Miss Scarlet not in prison as we speak?

How has she evaded the entire Metropolitan Police force?

I know it's not ideal, but trust me.

You had this woman here

and she slipped through your fingers.

Well, I've had enough of this nonsense, Fergus.

I'm taking this up with your superiors.

Edmund.. - Out of my way.

Sir, we have a development in the case.

You have the woman back in custody?

No, Sir, I have something better.

So just to confirm, this is not the woman who hired you to rob the grave

at Highgate Cemetery?

She was much older.

And this older woman is the same

as who you believe broke into the three burgled mortuaries.

How do you know this?

Because these nicked files that you keep banging on about

- she had them. Paid us to dig up every name on there.

When I say name the graves didn't have any.

All of them pauper graves.

And what was she looking for?

Not a bleeding clue.

But whatever it was

all she found were bags of bones.

So, what happened?

Tell me about this woman.

Name, age, appearance.

I don't know her name.

Only that they call her

Bloody Mary.

Been inside for years.

Newgate, I think.

And as for what she looked like, well, you should know - you met her.

What?

When me and Watts did a runner at Highgate

We thought she was done for but the silly tart couldn't run away in a dress, could she?

No, the only person I met was the vicar's wife,

a Mrs Ellis.

That was no vicar's wife mate.

That was Bloody Mary.

Just so I'm clear, crystal clear,

you had the perpetrator in that very room

and you let her go.

Sir, I can only apolo..

This is very disappointing laddie..

Clearly I should have stuck

with first instinct. I will not make that mistake again.

Sorry..

Another officer will take over the investigation.

Sir, that..

What happened here?

Went to see my sister.

What, she did that?

I gave as good as I got. Actually I think she came off worse.

Now, I have some information.

My sister did see the thief. It was a woman, fair hair, black dress.

Old, very old, at least 50.

Did she recognise her?

Not a clue. Unlike the constable from Scotland Yard

who drinks at my local.

How he loves the chat when he's had a few.

Reckon I'd make a good lady detective myself.

Tell me everything you know.

I was just coming to get you.

She's a wily one, that Clementine.

Remind me to employ her more often.

Where are you going?

To solve the case.

But you have not been working the case.

I have and I have news.

You're in the clear.

Come on Moses.

We've work to do.

So.

What did the vicar say?

What I expected.

He has no wife.

Where's the information I requested?

Since you are officially off the investigation,

I thought it safer to memorise it

just in case I was stopped coming out of the yard.

Don't get carried away, man.

But you are off the case, Sir?

I don't wish to talk about it.

It's all anyone can talk about.

Good for them.

If you would kindly impart the information

that has been so carefully concealed in that brain of yours

and hurry up about it.

This bloody Mary's real name is Mary Dawson.

She was part of a gang of diamond smugglers back in the 50s.

She served 25 years at Newgate, was released last week.

What is it, Sir?

Who sends flowers to a pauper grave?

Yes, that particular grave receives flowers each and every month.

Write down the address of the sender for me.

Certainly, Inspector.

What?

Sorry Sir.

Have you ever been taken off a case before?

I thought I made it clear that I do not wish to talk about it.

You did Sir. Sorry, Sir. Understood.

For what it's worth, Sir, the officer Munro replaced you with is..

Sorry Sir, you do not wish to talk about it.

Thank you detective.

Who is it?

Carmichael, Sir.

Carmichael? Couldn't investigate a booze up in a brewery, that one.

As requested, Sir.

Address of the account holder.

Thank you.

It's a curious thing, but you're not the first person who has inquired

about that particular account today.

Who else has inquired about it?

A lady. Blond hair determined demeanour.

I don't know where to begin.

I can explain.

Don't bother.

See to it that Miss Scarlet stays in the carriage.

Yes, Sir.

Hello Miss Scarlet.

Do not converse with her or let her out of your sight.

I'll deal with you later.

Inspector

I thought you'd been replaced on the investigation.

And I thought sending flowers to a grave listed in the stolen files

might have been something that you would have mentioned.

No, it's merely a coincidence

that my connection with that grave

should have dovetailed with this investigation.

I've been in the force a long time, Mr. Thackery

and in my experience,

a coincidence never holds up to much scrutiny.

Well, in this case, you're wrong.

It is a simple explanation,

However it's not something I'm comfortable to speak of,

nor should I have to explain myself to you.

Well, if you prefer, you can explain yourself to Detective Carmichael,

who I believe Superintendent Munro

has now assigned to this case.

And I can assure you he will not be as discrete as I am.

The fact is.

I had a humble upbringing.

It was more than humble.

I was born in the workhouse.

It's something I don't like to talk about.

And rarely reveal, particularly being a man of such status,

but from a young age I was.

Utterly determined to make something of myself,

and as you can see.

I was successful.

There were many people who helped me along the way.

Not least of all, my wife.

And for that I'm forever grateful.

So in short,

my fate could have been somewhat different.

And as a Christian man, and in my position as chief coroner

whenever I happen upon a pauper grave, I like to send flowers.

It is a small kindness

and it helps me remember.

Remember?

There, but for the grace of God,

Go I.

So.

Well, I appreciate your candor, Sir,

but I'm afraid there's still some questions that I need to ask regarding the case.

What, why?

Surely we're done here?

We're done when I say we're done.

Mr Thackery.

How did you know I was here?

Inspector Wellington specifically ordered me not to converse with you, Miss Scarlet.

Very well.

Although I'm surprised that a gentleman with impeccable manners,

such as yourself, would be so rude,

I'm only following orders.

Please forgive me, I do hold you in the highest regard.

I don't wish to get you into trouble Detective.

By answering one simple question, can you really do any harm?

The florist advised that you'd been asking who sent the flowers to the pauper grave?

But I didn't speak to the florist.

Moses got that information to me.

Well then, who was the blond lady the florist spoke of?

No, I do not know this Mary Dawson or Bloody Mary,

or whatever the devil she's called.

I'm as anxious as you to get this criminal into custody

and find out what the hell is going on.

And I've answered all your questions inspector.

My wife and the maid will be back from my errands soon.

I'd like you gone before they return.

You seem extremely keen to get rid of me, Mr. Thackery.

Well, a reputation can be undone by such a visit.

I do not want to be the topic of idle gossip.

I thought you were alone.

No, that'll just be the maid.

The maid who's running errands with your wife?

No, do not open that door. Please!

Nice to see you again, Inspector.

Put the revolver down Mary.

I was about to say the same to you.

And if you don't,

I will shoot Mrs Thackery in the head.

No, Mary, please, please do not do this.

Shut up.

I'll deal with you later.

I said

put it down.

Kick it towards me.

Good.

But on second thoughts, I think I'm gonna kill her anyway.

I would recommend that you do not.

You know that using a policeman's weapon is an offence.

Would you have preferred if I had dispatched Detective Fitzroy?

My real name is Alfie Frampton.

Mary Dawson was my fianc�e.

We were small time crooks

but we managed to pull off a diamond heist.

When can I see my wife?

She knows nothing of any of this.

Get on with it.

I took the diamonds and ran.

But Mary tracked me down.

She's like a..

Like a mad woman.

She was attacking me. She was..

Desperate to get hold of them.

So I swallowed them.

You swallowed the diamonds?

And in return she gave me this.

The police turned up after a tip-off and arrested Mary.

But I managed to escape.

And with her inside.

I saw a way out.

To leave her behind.

To leave my past behind.

So I faked my own death.

You used the corpse from the pauper's grave in Highgate.

That's why you sent flowers to it each month.

Poor soul..

Whoever he was

gave me a new life.

Frampton took the body to one of their hideouts,

changed clothes with the man,

and then gave him a cut down his cheek,

just like Dawson had done to him.

I'm pretty sure he always told you that he got that scar from the Crimea, Sir.

I'm not the only one who believed him.

He told everyone that.

I wasn't questioning your judgment, Sir.

From her prison cell,

Mary Dawson read about the body

in the papers and assumed it was that of her fianc�.

And then when she'd served her time,

she went about tracking down his grave.

Come.

Detective Phelps come and take a seat.

Continue.

Dawson believed that she would find the diamonds

that Frampton had swallowed in one of those graves.

But what she didn't know was that he'd sold them to reinvent himself.

He put himself through medical school,

he changed his whole life.

Whiskey, detective Phelps.

Thank you Sir.

What of your friend, Miss Scarlet?

Thackery wanted to pin this on her at the earliest opportunity

in the hope that the trail would end there and then.

If Dawson did find him, then he would cut a deal with him.

Well, I think I'm fully briefed.

That will be all, Inspector Wellington.

Sir, I know that I disobeyed orders by continuing with the case.

That will be all Inspector.

Yes, Sir.

Well, detective Phelps.

I've heard nothing but good reports about you.

Tell me more about yourself.

We're always on the look out for a good loyal man.

Yes, Sir.

Thank you, Sir.

How childish men are.

Still, he'll get over it.

No, he won't.

Loyalty is everything to men like Munro,

and I disobeyed an order.

Oh, so this is my fault?

Actually, yes.

I was the one who saved Mrs Thackey's life

and most probably yours, too.

So I hear you and Moses made quite the partnership.

First of many.

I'm just teasing you, William.

But I don't - you know - I don't like him.

Now, I should get back to work.

It's probably a good idea,

trying to get back into the superintendent's good books.

Eliza, will you at least pretend that you say that for my sake,

rather than your own benefit?

William, you really do have a low opinion of me sometimes.

Only sometimes?

So any plans for this evening?

Well, I did have

till Ivy buggered them up.

Oh yes, Betsy wasn't it?

Sorry about that.

Miss Scarlet.

Inspector Wellington.

I'll leave you to it.

Mr Potts, before you say anything, please let me apologise.

I'm not here to see you Miss Scarlet.

Mr Potts, you received my message

and I would be delighted to take you up on your offer

of that homemade steamed pudding, Miss Woods.

Prince Albert's favorite,

and I've added some extra raisins.

Come on in.

You can go on another adventure with Eliza in a Victorian London.

Miss Scarlet and the Duke continues new and exclusive to alibi on Tuesday night at 9:00.

Next..Frankie Drake mysteries.

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