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(cork pops)
(cheers and applause)

-Madame, Sir.
May I take your name please?

-Dr. and Mrs. Evans.
(orchestral music)

(chatter and laughter)

-May I get you
something to drink?

-I'll take a glass of the
Burgundy '78.

And my wife will
have a dry sherry.

-Very good.

-If we were genuinely married,
I'd order for myself.

-If we were genuinely married,
I'd be drinking whisky.

-So, what are we looking for?

Apart from
'suspicious activity,'

which I must say was
a little vague of you.

-Well, there's been
a number of crimes

linked with this restaurant.

Street thefts nearby,

break-ins at customers' houses
whilst they've been dining here.

Something going on,
I'm just not quite sure what.

Now, we may have to
play the long game,

perhaps even posing
as regular...

(sighs) Eliza, are you
even listening to me?

-Of course.

Oh no.

It is her.

-Who?
-Arabella Herbert.

We were at school together.
She was the most dreadful bully.

Don't look.

(sighs)

She had a way of saying
the cruellest of things

whilst keeping
the sweetest of smiles.

And she stole my shell necklace.

-Your shell necklace?

-We made it in class and somehow
it disappeared from my bedroom

when she deigned to
come round for tea.

-Shall I have her arrested?

-If we stay at the table
and keep a low profile

we can hopefully
get through tonight without...

-Eliza Scarlet! Is that you?

-Arabella?!

How delightful!

after all these years!

Good evening.

-This is my husband...
William Evans.

-Pleased to meet you.

-Arabella Acaster.

-Acaster?

You're married?

-Was. Now widowed.

-Oh, my goodness, look at you!

So beautiful and elegant.

-Well, thank you.

-Who would've thought it?!

muddy puddle in the playground,

like some ghastly
swamp creature!

-Do you remember?
-Yes. I do.

-Caked in mud from head to foot!

And it wasn't the only time.

I don't believe she
owned a dress

that wasn't torn,
ripped or stained! (laughs).

Everyone used to find it so
amusing.

-Not everyone.

Well, we mustn't keep you from
your dining companions.

-Oh no, I'm not a customer.
This is my restaurant.

I- I own it.

It is called Arabella's,
after all.

-Well, congratulations.

It's quite the place
you have here.

-Oh, we do our best.

(bell rings)

No rest for the wicked!

This is my address in
Marylebone.

Do call by for tea, it would be
so nice to catch up properly.

It was a pleasure to meet you.

And you must try the Rouennais
Duck, it is simply delicious!

-I'll do just that, thank you.

Well, she seems
perfectly charming.

-You have no idea.

-You were the one that told her
we were married.

-And just so you know
we shall not be ordering

the Rouennais duck.

(theme music)

(door opens)

Well, that was a complete
waste of time.

Not a sniff of any kind of
criminal activity.

Apart from the prices.

-That food was quite
something, though.

-I think the chef could
take instruction from Ivy

on using less grease.

And for the avoidance of doubt,
I'm not setting foot

in that restaurant again.

-I'll get a cab.

-Get off! Let go! Help!

(racy music)
Somebody help!

He stole my bag!

Him!

-Uh...
-Give me your brooch.

Now!

who are awaiting my signal.

I know this because I myself
am a private detective.

-Course you are.

-Uh...

-Enzo, fetch a glass of water
for Mrs Evans.

-[WILLIAM] That was reckless.

-For goodness sake,
it was my mother's brooch.

What was I supposed to do?

-Not fight a man
holding a knife.

-I didn't fight him.

And you can
spare me the lecture,

you said this
would be perfectly safe.

-What are you talking about?

-I'm sorry. I'm Detective
Inspector Wellington.

Scotland Yard have identified
a number of crimes

carried out on the clientele
of your restaurant.

Jewel theft mostly.

-What?

the thieves with tip-offs.

That's what brought us
here tonight.

I apologise for the deception.

-And what is your
involvement in this?

-I'm a private detective.

-(scoffs) Just like your father.
How extraordinary.

So, the two of you...
you're, you're not married?

-[WILLIAM, ELIZA]
Absolutely not.

-So, you lost sight of the man
who robbed me?

-I'm afraid so.

within moments of each other is
unlikely to be a coincidence.

-The first was no doubt
a diversion.

-The lavender seller didn't wait
around to be interviewed,

so she's probably in on it too.

But it, its no matter,
we'll find them.

-That is very reassuring
to hear, thank you Inspector.

-Well, I'll head back and look
through some mugshots of the

local talent,
see if anyone looks familiar.

Will you be alright?

-I'll see her safely home,
Inspector.

-I'm not a child.

-Accepting the help of a friend
does not make you a child.

Petulance, however...

-[WILLIAM] Mrs Acaster.

Eliza.

(dramatic music)

(distant talking)

-(exhales)

-[IVY]... which are
at every opportunity.

-Thank you (laughs).

-Oh, how you feeling?

-Perfectly fine, thank you.

Arabella, you really didn't
have to stay.

-(laughs) Of course I did!

Poor thing was sprawled out
on the cobbles.

I thought she might have
a concussion.

-Oh, my goodness!
-I'm fine.

Really.

-Well, it was so kind of you to
bring her back home.

How can we ever thank you?

any more of her valuable time.

-Nonsense!

-Staff?
-Arabella runs a restaurant.

-Actually I, I own it.

-Goodness.

-Mm!

Speaking of which, this cake is
extraordinarily moist.

My pâtissier would be
quite jealous.

-Well, you can come again!

Running such a business,

whoever heard of a lady
doing that?

Apart from you,
of course, Lizzie.

But you must have so many staff
and all those customers.

Is it a family business?

-Not my family, no,
it was my husband's.

Sadly he passed away
early last year.

-Oh...

-My father was a jeweller.

-Arabella would always have
the most expensive

pieces of jewellery,
even as a young girl.

-Ah...you're that Arabella.

From school.

-Hmm. Well, I should be
getting back.

Eliza, it was so good
to see you,

although a shame it was
in such a circumstance.

I will check in again
on you soon.

-Ivy, this cake is a triumph.
-Oh!

-You must keep the recipe
under lock and key.

(Arabella giggles)

Please don't get up,
I will see myself out.

(dramatic music)

(door opens)
(door closes)

-Well, she's changed,
hasn't she?

-(laughs)

(hooves clopping)

(door opens)

William, it is
customary to knock.

-Is it?

I shall return the courtesy.

How are you feeling?

-I do hope you're here about the
case and not my health?

-(scoffs)

He was in some boarding house

about a half mile
from the restaurant.

He and the woman were indeed
paid to cause a distraction.

The idea was to draw
the crowd's attention

away from the real target.

Your brooch.

-Please tell me you found it?

-No. But I do have the name
of the thief in question.

Hungarian man by
the name of Tibor.

I also have the address of the
tavern that he frequents.

-Excellent.

Well, I shall obviously have
to accompany you

to confirm his identity.

-Obviously.

(upbeat music)

(door closes)
(street sounds)

-Are we taking roles
or would you

prefer to just state
our business?

-Well, Fitzroy and I will be
playing the roles of

police officers
arresting a thief.

While you will be playing the
role of the eyewitness

who waits outside.

He had a knife, Eliza.

Wait in the carriage and
we will bring him out.

-I must say I rather relish
the prospect

of using my boxing skills.

I'm in training, Miss Scarlet.

There's a great deal of artistry
involved, footwork mostly.

You know, you can't actually
throw a punch

without your feet being
in the correct position.

It's fascinating, I could talk
about it for hours.

-Which he often does.

Wait in the carriage.

(upbeat music)

Thank you.
(carriage door closes)

Come on.

(people chattering)
(door opens)

(door closes)

-We're looking for a man
who's a regular here.

A Hungarian gentleman
by the name of Tibor.

This is where you say,
"of course, Detective,

let me point him out to you."

(door squeaks open)
-Don't know him.

-Detective Fitzroy, how many
times have the police been

called to this establishment
in the past month?

Four?

-Five, Sir.

Might it be withdrawn,
do you think?

-Almost certainly, Sir.

(ominous music)

(footsteps crunching on gravel)

(bang)
-Ooh...argh...

(carriage door closes)
Argh!

-Nice to see you again, Tibor.

Don't get up.

-Eliza?
-Inspector Wellington.

I can confirm that this is the
man who stole my brooch.

-Get up, hands against
the carriage.

-Urgh!

(jingling sound)

(jingling sound)

‘Lady, blue dress. Spilla?'

-Spilla?

(scuffling)
-It's clearly a tip off.

Who's 'Spilla'?

Is that someone at the
restaurant?

Who gave you this?

(upbeat music)
(Eliza scoffs)

-Arabella Acaster.

(carriage door opens)

-She gave me
the exact same card.

-Well, she probably hands them
out all the time

in the restaurant.

-Neither do you. You haven't
seen her for over a decade.

-She was spiteful and
made my life a misery.

She had it all,
she had everything

and yet she still
liked to steal things.

-A shell necklace
when you were children?

And she would have to be rather
stupid to use her own

business card to tip off a
criminal, don't you think?

-Well, that message
on the card, 'Spilla',

I'm not convinced
it is a person.

I think it means something else.

-Your involvement in this case
is a conflict of interest.

Leave it to me.

Please?

(soft music)

(hooves clopping)

(book bangs)
(up tempo music)

(pages flip)

-Where are you?

Not here.

Ssss...

Sp...

Let's try Italian.

Spi...

Spilla...

Spill...

Spilla.

Brooch.

(book closes)

-I know nothing
about any brooch.

-What about the note that we
found on you?

'Woman, blue dress...'

The lady that you stole from was
wearing a blue dress last night.

-I found the note on the street!

And I need a doctor,
she broke my nose.

You should arrest her, not me!

(door opens)

You English are
supposed to be fair.

-I'm from Glasgow.

Well?

-There are no employees at
Arabella's

by the name of Spilla.

Anything from him?

-Take a seat.

Show me your arm.

(handcuffs jangle)
-Argh!

Argh!

(tense music)

-This is an interesting tattoo.

The mark of Vác Prison in
Budapest, isn't it?

I've seen similar on your fellow
countrymen who now live here.

By all accounts,
that particular gaol

is something of a hell-hole.

Far worse than any
London prison.

I'd hate for you
to go back there.

-You're going to send me to
prison in Hungary?

I don't think so.

-Detective Fitzroy,
does your uncle still work

for the Foreign Office?

-He does, Sir.

That means 'speed things up'.

My apologies for not knowing
the Hungarian,

but you'll be hearing
your mother tongue soon enough.

Unless, of course, you tell me
who gave you that note.

(door opens)

-[GRACE] I can't believe this!
This is so unfair!

I need this job!

What am I supposed to do now?

-[ARABELLA] I'm so sorry.

It wasn't an easy decision
to make.

I'll see you're paid for
your final shift.

Eliza!

What are you doing here?

-I wanted to thank you
for last night.

-Oh.

-Er, is this a bad time?

-No, no, not at all.

There are certain
standards to uphold

and sadly young Grace
wasn't living up to them.

She'd had had several chances.

I'm so delighted you're here!

How are you feeling?

-Much better, thank you.

I thought perhaps you might give
me a tour of the restaurant?

I'm fascinated to see how it
all works.

-Oh, I can think of nothing more
I'd rather do!

Though...

What a muddle you'd get into.

(laughs) Do you remember that
Victoria Sponge cake?

You almost burnt
the school down.

Miss Dawkins was not amused.

-Well, we were
young children so...

-Not that young.

Shall we...?

I know the kitchen may look
perfectly serviceable,

but Chef is struggling to cope.

We're fully booked most nights
and having to turn people away.

In fact I've been considering
larger premises.

-My goodness.

time for social engagements
but we all need to make

sacrifices, do we not?

-Indeed.

-It would be nice to have a
little more space

for myself too.
This office is rather cramped.

-(laughs softly)

You should see my office.

-You have an office?

-I work from
my father's old premises.

-Oh, good for you.

-I notice that you have staff
from all around the world.

France, Spain. Greece.

-We are an international family.

-They say Italian chefs are the
most desired at the moment.

Do you have any Italians
working here?

-Uh...Paolo, our pastry chef.

-How about front of house?
(dramatic music)

The waiter who served the
Inspector and me,

wasn't he Italian?

-Enzo?

Yes, he's from Naples I think.

-Is he working today?

-No, he's off sick.

Why do you ask?

(door knock)

-Someone is here to see you,
Madame.

-Ah, right.

-Mrs Acaster.

-Inspector Wellington.

-Ah, Miss Scarlet.

-Inspector Wellington.

-I'm Detective Fitzroy.
-Shh, shh, shh.

I'm sorry to disturb you,
Mrs Acaster,

but we need to speak
with one of your employees.

Enzo Moretti?

-Eliza was just asking
about him.

-Huh.

who's been preying
on your clientele.

-Hmm.

Enzo is not at work today.

-Do you have an address for him?

-I'm afraid not, he's only been
here a few weeks.

-Well, in that case,

we'll need to speak
with the rest of your staff.

-Of course.
I'll gather them.

-See if you can find somewhere
private we can question them.

-I know what you're
going to say...

-I'm sure you do.
-But I am here now

and there's
an awful lot of staff,

-Hmm. Take a wild guess.

(playful music)

(door opens)

(door closes)

(door opens)

(door closes)

-Oh, damn it!

-Here, let me.

-Sorry, erm...

Not having the best of days.

Just been given
my marching orders.

-Would you care
for a cup of tea?

-No.

But I'll have something
stronger.

(door knocks)

-Any luck?

-I'm afraid not.

None of your staff have an
address for Enzo.

Can you think of anywhere else
he might be?

-I really can't, I'm so sorry.

-Well, if anything else occurs,

you can contact me
at Scotland Yard.

-Inspector?

I'll see you out.

I feel such a fool, I thought I
could trust him.

-If I had a pound for every time
someone said that...

well, I wouldn't be
doing this job.

-So, what is your
next course of action?

-Well, there's a thriving black
market for stolen jewels.

So, we'll ask around,

put pressure on the right people
and see what comes up.

-And Eliza?

What will her role be?

-Then why did she
come here today?

-Her mother's brooch was stolen,

-Oh.

I had hoped she and I would be
able to renew our friendship,

but I get the distinct feeling
she doesn't care for me much.

Listen to me burdening you with
my problems.

-Well, I mean, this job is a
little like being a priest.

Although when people
confess to me,

they generally feel a lot worse.

(both laughing)

Anyway, good day,
Mrs. Acaster...

-Arabella, please.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(people chatting, laughing)

-Don't get me wrong,
Mrs. Acaster is a nice lady.

I enjoyed working for her.

-If I had been dismissed, I'm
not sure I'd be so generous.

-Well, it's not her fault,
is it?

She just couldn't afford to pay
me anymore.

And I'm not the first
she's laid off.

There were two workers
from the kitchen

and another
waiter last week.

-So, she's having
financial difficulty?

-I probably shouldn't
be saying all this.

-I only ask
as a concerned friend.

Perhaps I could help her.

-I wouldn't worry about it
too much.

Last week I went to see her
in her office

to ask about the menus.

I caught her putting a big wad
of cash into her safe.

She said it was loan,

so, she's obviously trying
to sort things out.

-A loan from who?

(dramatic music)

-[MAID]
You have a visitor, Ma'am.

A Miss Scarlet.

-[MAID]
Excuse me, Ma'am.

-[MRS. HERBERT]
This is most inconvenient.

-[MAID]
I'm sorry, Ma'am.

-[MRS HERBERT]
Urgh, really?

Can I help you?

-I apologise for calling
unannounced.

I'm a friend of
Arabella's from school,

I dropped by on the chance
I might find her in.

-My daughter is...working.

-Working?

Indeed.

-I would suggest that
you arrange

a more suitable time to visit.

-Oh dear.

My husband is
the Member of Parliament

for Chalfont, St. Giles,

before meeting him
to dine tonight.

-I do have a prior engagement,

but I could spare half an hour,
I suppose.

Hmm. Please.

-Most kind.

(bell rings)

-Tea. Earl Grey.
And quickly.

-This is a beautiful home.

Arabella has wonderful taste.

-Oh, this is not her home,
it is mine.

She moved in with me when her
husband passed.

-Oh, I see.

I never met the gentleman,
sadly,

but I believe he owned
a restaurant?

-I do not wish to talk of him.

He left my daughter with
considerable debts,

that is all I will say.

-Now that I think of it,

when I last
corresponded with Arabella,

she did mention that times were
a little difficult.

But she assured me
you were assisting her,

in the financial sense.

-Well, that is a blatant lie.

I have told her time and again

So, she's been to every
bank in London, cap in hand.

-My goodness.

She applied for a loan?

A woman?

-My thoughts exactly.

Can you imagine what that does
to one's family name?

-And did she...secure one?

-Of course not.

They all refused,
and quite rightly so.

But still she persists.

Her father would turn
in his grave.

(sombre music)

(street sounds)

-[ARABELLA] How many
times must I say this...?

-[POLICE OFFICER]
Come on, let's go.

-Officer?
-[OFFICER] Oh?

-I need you to take
an urgent message

to Inspector Wellington
at Scotland Yard.

My name's Eliza Scarlet,
I'm a private detective...

-You're a what?

-(sighs)

(high tempo music)
(hooves clopping)

(horse whinnies)

[ELIZA] You got my message?

-Well, I'm here, aren't I?
(carriage door closes)

You're sure it was the same
lavender seller

-who feigned the robbery?
-Certain.

And Arabella was talking to her.

-Where did they go exactly?
-I'll show you.

-No, you will tell me
and then stay here.

-William...
-Your presence

is not helping
this investigation.

-Yes, so you have said.

-Yet you do not listen.

-The fact that I have not
listened

should tell you something?

-That you're stubborn
and difficult?

-That I am sure of my instincts.

This isn't about my personal
feelings for Arabella.

I'm looking at the situation
dispassionately.

She's hugely in debt and
was talking to a thief.

That is reasonable grounds
for questioning.

-By the police, yes.

-Do you want to know where
she went or not?

-(sighs)
-Good.

Follow me.

(dramatic music)

(people chattering)

-Eliza.

Inspector,
what are you doing here?

-You run a soup kitchen?

-I bring the surplus food from
the restaurant each week.

Will one of you please tell me
what's going on?

I had no idea that lady was
anything to do with the robbery.

As far as I knew, she was just
another hungry mouth to feed.

-And she corroborates that.

-It would not be the first time.

-Eliza...

I spoke to her mother...

-My mother?

-It's called pride, Eliza!

I am guilty of it sometimes,
as are we all!

-I also spoke to the waitress
you dismissed...

-Oh, for God's sake.

So, where did that come from?

-My customers.

And I can assure you that money

was spent on wages
and ground rent

as soon as it was earned.

I am struggling, I admit it.

That is difficult enough without
you publicly humiliating me.

I thought we were friends.

-Did you? (scoffs)

Well, I have a different
definition of friendship.

-What exactly is that
supposed to mean?

-You don't remember how you
behaved towards me

day after day, year after year?

-We were children, Eliza!

What is the connection between
our school days

and this investigation!?

-Your character.

(dramatic music)

-Inspector, if there
is nothing else,

then I would like to leave,
please.

-Of course.

Thank you for your time.

-Nothing I said was untrue.

-There is no evidence that she
has done anything wrong,

you do accept that?

Eliza, I say this with your best
interests at heart,

whatever grudges you have
against that woman,

they are clouding
your judgement.

(hooves clopping)

(oven door opens, closes)

-What on earth are you doing?

-Baking a cake.

-Are you ill?

-I thought it time I learned.
-You are ill.

It must be that bang
on the head.

-Alright.

What's happened?

-I've made
a fool of myself, Ivy.

I've allowed my personal
feelings about Arabella

to interfere with my work.

Father would never have done
such a thing.

-Well, don't feel too bad.

She was the cause
of many bedtime tears.

-I know, but...perhaps I wasn't
such an angel myself.

-You'll get no argument
from me there.

(sad music)

-I never fitted in.

(sighs)

And...

Well, that made me angry.

I'd pick fights
with her sometimes,

there was a comfort in it.

-Comfort?

-Well, if I gave her and the
girls that looked up to her

a reason to dislike me, then...

the fault would be with
my behaviour,

not just the fact of who I was.

-I remember those days.

Nothing you could have
done or been

would ever have been
agreeable to those girls.

Unlike them,
you're your own person.

And I am glad for it.

-(cries)

-Shhh...

Now, as your father would say,

no tears, or there'll be no
supper.

-(laughs) You always say that
and there always is.

-So...

what are you going to do now?

-(sighs)

I have a horrible feeling I'm
going to have to

apologise to her.

I think that might make me
feel better.

-What was it you were trying to
make, exactly?

-A Victoria Sponge.

-Right, yes, I see it now.

-No, you don't.

-No, I don't.
(laughing)

(people chattering)

-I'm looking for Mrs. Acaster?

-She will be here
in a few minutes.

You're welcome
to wait in her office.

-(sighs)

(dramatic music)

-No.

Stop it.

You're here to apologise.
That is all.

(sighs)

(bag clicks open)

(lock clicks)

(safe door squeaks open)

-Ah, your friend is here,
Miss Scarlet.

She's in your office.

-Thank you, Charles.

(door opens)

(hooves clopping)
(people chattering)

(door knocks)

-I'm not entirely sure
what animal

this grey meat belongs to.

Or indeed,
if it's animal at all.

-No, thank you, Sir.

I'm in training.

avoiding too much fat,
and pastry has far too much fat.

-Yes, so you have explained.
Several times.

Got something for me?

-I believe so, Sir.

It seems that Enzo
hasn't been working alone.

He has an uncle
by the name of Frankie.

Originally from Murano in Italy.

He was being investigated
for theft

but fled back there before
any arrest could be made.

-But you think he's
in London again?

-Well, we have word
that the workshop

that he was using is
suddenly back in use.

-That's good work.

I shall see if
Detective Phelps wants it.

That man will eat anything.

(street sounds)
(carriage door closes)

Doesn't sound like
anyone's in there.

-Should we call for a locksmith?

(dramatic music)
(bang)

I'll take that as a no then.

(street sounds)

-Quite the haul.
-Indeed it is.

Take it up to the evidence room

and enter everything
in the log book.

I'll bring this up shortly.

-I have news.

-So do I, and I think you're
going to like it.

We found a workshop
linked to our friend Enzo.

-Anything of interest?

-Well, precision tools,
a diamond cutter.

Clamps and pliers
for resetting stones.

And a box full of
stolen jewellery...

including this.

(dramatic music)

-(sighs)

My mother's brooch.

William, thank you.

-Well, I'll have to keep a hold
of it for now.

It needs to be logged and
certified as evidence.

But I will return to you
as soon as I can.

-What of this Enzo,
did you find him?

-No, but I have officers
watching the workshop.

So, what of your news?

-For the last three months
Arabella has been

selling off items
expensive jewellery.

Before you say anything,
I have proof.

Receipts of sale for six
high value items

totalling three hundred pounds.

I spoke to the pawnbrokers
in question,

but they refused to
give me any information.

Luckily I have a friend who is a
Detective Inspector

at Scotland Yard.

Surely you're not going to tell
me this is nothing?

Good.
(playful music)

I'll wait at my office.

As soon as you have spoken to
them, let me know straight away.

-Were you this bossy at school?

-No.

Straight away, William.

(street sounds)
(church bell rings)

(door opens)

There you are.

Where have you been?

-Working.

-Well, it couldn't have
taken you five hours

to check the pawnbrokers.

-This may come
as a shock to you, Eliza,

but I have many cases
to attend to

and going on some wild
goose chase to a pawnbrokers

on the other side of London
wasn't top of my list.

-So, you didn't go?

-Yes, I did.

-Oh.

And?

(paper rustles)

-A list of items that Arabella
sold to them.

None stolen. All hers with full
proof of ownership provided.

-'Heart-shaped sapphire ring.'

But I saw that exact piece in
her safe at the restaurant.

-You just happened to see it?

-Well, she couldn't have sold it
and kept it.

-Then it must be a similar ring.

-Have you spoken to her
about this?

-About selling her own property?

This has now been logged and
certified as evidence,

so you can have it back.

You're welcome.

- it is new evidence.
- Why can't you see that?

-I am basing every decision in
this case on motive,

opportunity and evidence.

-What's that supposed to mean?

-Good night, Eliza.

-Wha... (scoffs)

(door opens)

(door closes)
-(sighs)

(dramatic music)

(hooves clopping)
(people chattering)

(door opens)

-No sign of Enzo Moretti
at the workshop, Sir.

-Maybe he's gone to ground.

Keep the men posted overnight
just in case.

-Yes, Sir.

-I've been reading about
Enzo's uncle, Frankie.

When he first came to London,
he worked in a jewellers

run by a family from
the old country.

I think we should
pay them a visit.

-Will they be open
this late at night?

-Only one way to find out.

(street sounds)

(doorbell tinkles)

-You're something of an expert

when it comes to diamonds
and precious stones.

I wonder if I might seek
your advice?

-I'd love to help you,
Miss Scarlet,

but my eyes are failing
my body is tired...

-Solomon, must we go through
the same dance

every time I come in?

I know for a fact

Furthermore, you're one of the
richest men in Canning Town.

That said, I will gladly
pay for your time.

(playful music)

Or buy something from the shop.

Or two things.

-(sighs)

How can I help you?

-Can you take a look at this?

Tell me what you make of it.

-Hmm...

Most convincing.

But not to the trained eye.

-Convincing?

-Well, if you ignore the, er,
hurried mounting of the stone.

These aren't real rubies,
Miss Scarlet.

They're Murano glass.

It's a fake.

It's a good one,
but it's still a fake.

(tense music)

(chain rattles)

-We'll come back in the morning.

-Well, Sir...

Is that not the brooch you just
returned to Miss Scarlet?

-Go back to Scotland Yard,
get the bolt cutters.

-Ought we not to apply for a
search warrant?

This is private property
after all,

and there's no crime in progress
or immediate danger to life.

-Do you hear that?

-Hear what, Sir?

-Ah, I see.
Very good.

-Hurry up, she sounds desperate.

(dramatic music)

-If you haven't been,
then you simply must.

There's a hotel on the seafront
with the most exquisite views.

Princess Beatrice herself

has dined there
on several occasions.

I will leave you to dine
in peace, do excuse me.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

-We need to talk.

-No, it cannot.

-Lady Catherine, looking as
elegant as ever...

(Eliza clears her throat)

-Not now.
-I know what you've been doing.

Having replicas of your
jewellery made.

Possibly to sell off as
the real thing.

Shall we have this
conversation in private

or in front of your guests?

-Let me finish this sitting.

I'm struggling to keep business
afloat as it is,

surely you of all people
can empathise with that?

-I'll wait in your office.

-Thank you.

-(sighs)

Sir George!
It's been too long!

-Grace?

What are you doing here?

-I left some of my things.

I had to come back.

-That's a lot of things
in there.

-Sorry, I really have to go.

-What's in the bag?

(jingling)

(dog barks)
(ominous music)

-It is Eliza's.

-And you definitely
returned it to her?

-This very afternoon.

-Murano.

Enzo Moretti and his uncle were
both from Murano.

It's famed for the glass used
to replicate gemstones.

-A jeweller would know
the difference.

-On close examination, yes.

Which would suggest...

-This place
must be in on it.

They show the customers
the real version,

then they swap it for a
fake just before sale.

That way...

-Huh.

-What's your plan for these,
Grace?

Who told you to steal them?

-Enzo.

He and I...

I hadn't seen him
for a few days.

But he turned up this afternoon

and he told me
I had to do this for him.

He was scared.

Said he was in trouble and that
he had to get away.

He said I had to help him.

-What, by stealing
from the guests?

-I had to!

If I didn't,
he said she would get hurt.

-Who would get hurt?

(dramatic music)

Ask her.

(door knock)

(door opens)

-Mrs. Herbert?

-Yes?

We need to talk
with your daughter.

-She is not presently at home.

-Very well, we'll come back
another time.

(heavy breathing)

-What did you say to him?

-I told him Arabella was out.

-What did he say to you?

What did he say to you?

(gasps)

-I told her to leave
the door open.

(punching, thudding)
(Mrs Herbert gasps)

-A right hook.
Excellent choice, Sir.

-Alright?

Are you unharmed?

-We are fine, thank you.

-You can come in now.

-Mother!

-I'm quite well.

-Oh!

Thank goodness you're okay.

(handcuffs clip closed)
-Thanks for the tipoff.

-Enzo found me upset
in my office.

I told him about the debts,

I was reluctant at first.

Partly it was pride.

I wanted to look like the people
I was serving.

But mostly it was
my mother.

She would have the justification

that I could not survive
on my own.

-So, what changed?

-Enzo told me that his uncle
could make replicas of such

quality that no one would know
they weren't the originals.

I'd be free to sell what I
wanted and wear the fakes.

No one would know and I could
keep the restaurant open.

I had no idea what else
he was involved in,

nor what kind of person he was.

Am I to be charged?

-Well, look, there is no crime
in wearing fake jewels.

And as for the waitress who was
stealing from your customers,

your mother's life was at risk,

so I can't say that you had
much choice.

-I swear, I would have
reported it

as soon as my mother was safe.

-I'll, er, need you to fill out
this statement.

But there'll be no charges.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

I must go and see
our friend Enzo

and see what he has
to say for himself.

(soft music)
(door opens)

-He's a good man.

-He is.

I'll leave you to it.

-You were always talking about
your father.

Every day at school
you had a story

about how he had taught
you new things.

He was so interested in
who you were.

I barely saw my father,
even less knew him.

He wasn't the least bit
interested in who I was.

I was jealous of you, Eliza.

I wanted to punish you,
that's all it was.

-So, today we will make the best

Victoria Sponge to whet the
appetite of the queen herself.

-I'll make a mess of it, Ivy.

-Then we will keep doing it
until you don't.

(laughing)

(door knocks)

-Good day.

-Ah!

What brings you here this
fine afternoon?

-Cake.

Made with my own two hands.

-Wow!

That, er...

that actually looks
rather good.

-(laughs)

-(scoffs) No, thank you.
I could think of nothing worse.

That is the extent of my
domestic effort,

so, make the most of it.

-Yeah, but surely one day you
hope to have a family

of your own to look after?

-You're teasing me, William,
I won't rise to it.

(door knocks)
-Sir...

You, you have a visitor.

-[WILLIAM] Ah, Mrs. Acaster.

-For you and your men,
by way of thanks.

We have a selection
as delicate as they come.

-Oh.

These are exquisite!

-I must make it my business to
assist restaurateurs more often.

-[ARABELLA] Come on in,
there's plenty for everyone!

-[OFFICER]
Alright lads.

-[WILLIAM] Come on.

-[OFFICER] Thank you, Sir.

-Eliza, I have something
for you too.

I was searching for some old
keepsakes to show you

and I found this in
the bottom of the box.

-(gasps)

My necklace.
(soft music)

-I thought it might be yours,
I couldn't say for sure.

-That's very kind of you.

-Would you care to join me
for dinner tonight?

-These are wonderful.

-[ARABELLA]
The pleasure is all mine.

I miss having a man to feed.

You must try the tarte tatin.
It is divine, William.

-I'll do just that,
thank you, Mrs. Acaster.

-[ARABELLA] Please, William,
call me Arabella.

Where were we?

Dinner. Tonight?

-I, I just remembered a previous
engagement.

Another time perhaps.

-Another time.