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(dramatic music)

So I kick down the fron door and go on in

I call out, 'Police, show yourself!'

Then there's this voice from upstairs.

'I'm up here, don't shoot!'

I say, 'Well, come down, hands in the air.'

The bedroom door creaks open

and this skinny old fella comes to the top of the stairs,

hands in the air, naked as the day he was born.

I can still see it now.

I mean, I tell ya, they ain't paying me enough for this job.

Come on your highness, chop chop.

-One moment, I'm calculating.

What's to calculate? You can either go or you can't.

-I'm looking at the pieces in play and working out the

probabilities of what remains.

-Sounds like cheating to me. You trying to steal our money?

-We're not playing for money.

-Course we are, two bob a game.

-The...these premises aren't licensed for gambling.

We're officers of the law.

(detectives laugh) Oh, don't look so worried,

we do this all the time!

Oh, my God, it's the Superintendent!

(detectives laugh)

You are way too gullible for a copper, son.

Now, hurry up!

-One of your pieces is missing.

-What? Don't be daft.

-You have only two, you had three just a moment ago.

Where's it gone?

-You better not be calling me a cheat, boy.

(dramatic music)

-Perhaps it fell on the floor.

Or into your pocket?

-Say that again and we'll be talking outside.

-I should warn you I've been training

with an expert pugilist.

-(laughs) An expert pugilist?

Oh no, what am I to do?!

(punching)

(door opens)

(cheering) (laughing)

(city sounds) (hooves clopping)

-Any idea what this is about?

(door opens)

-Alright, a bit of hush, please.

I said shut it!

I've just been in with the Super.

Last night he got a telegram from a nick in Manchester

saying they'd arrested someone for the Stepney murders.

Duke's been sent up north for a few days to look into it.

With this weather who knows, it could be longer.

So, whilst he's away, I'm in charge of you sorry lot.

I want a full debrief on every active investigation

and every current line of enquiry.

And I want them in one hour.

(grumbling)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, my heart bleeds.

Well, go on then, get on with it.

Not you, Detective Fitzroy.

(door closes)

You're mine now, son.

(cork pops) (theme music)

(light music)

(sniffs)

(door knocks)

(clears throat)

(door opens)

-Mr. Potts.

Good morning to you.

-And to you, Miss Scarlet.

our morning constitutional?

-I'm afraid she's not at home.

Her mother was taken ill this morning

and she's gone to nurse her.

-Ah, I see.

Nothing serious I hope?

-Just a touch of gout, she does suffer with it so.

Ivy asked me to pass on her apologies.

-Well, if you could, er, tell her I called and give my best.

Both to her and her mother.

-Of course.

Good day, Mr. Potts.

-Good day.

(door closes)

-Thank you.

-Are you going to tell me what that was about?

-I've got laundry to do.

(sheet flaps)

Shall I make us a cup of tea?

-I'm not thirsty.

He's a good man, I just didn't want to see him today.

That's all there is to it.

-Ivy.

They left people to deal with things in their own way.

-And your way is the aggressive folding of bed linen?

-When you fell over on your first day at school,

you got a scab on your knee

and I said leave it,

And what did you do?

Some things are best left alone, Lizzy.

I appreciate the metaphor,

I know I'm not an expert with matters of the heart...

-No you are not.

I'm sorry, I'm just not in the best of moods.

-Really?

I'd never have guessed.

-You get to work, I'm fine.

-Alright.

-We shall talk later. -No we won't.

-Yes we will!

(people chattering)

(door opens)

I'm looking for Inspector Wellington.

-He's not here.

-Well, can you tell me where I might find him?

-Why?

-Because I wish to speak to him.

-Why?

-I don't know if I caught you at a bad time,

or if you're deliberately being unhelpful.

-The second one.

-Inspector Wellington has asked for my help

with the Bloomsbury robberies.

And please don't say 'why'?

-You won't be working the Bloomsbury case,

I've given it to one of my men.

-What? You can't do that.

-Duke's been seconded to the Manchester force.

So, I'm acting up 'til he gets back.

Close the door on your way out.

-Detective Phelps... -Detective Inspector Phelps.

-Acting Detective Inspector Phelps,

I have been hired to assist Scotland Yard

with a case, beginning this very day.

I have a contract with Inspector Wellington.

-Let's see it then.

(dramatic music)

-Well, it's more of verbal contract,

a promise made in good faith,

but there are many lawyers who would consider

that legally binding.

-Good luck finding one.

(door closes)

-Please tell me this is a joke.

-I, I'm sorry I don't... -Phelps.

How in God's name is he in charge?

Do you have any idea when Inspector Wellington

will be back?

What are you doing, Detective Fitzroy?

-That's an awful lot of questions, Miss Scarlet.

Erm, let's see...

Phelps is in charge because he's the longest

serving detective.

will be back and I'm polishing this plaque because

Phelps ordered me to do so.

After this I've got to take food to the prisoners

and then clean out the cells.

-So, Phelps is throwing his weight around

like a schoolyard bully?

I believe that's the expression.

-Respecting the chain of command is one thing,

allowing the abuse of power is quite another.

You must stand up for yourself.

-I will. You can count on it.

-[PHELPS] Fitzroy!

(playful music)

You're with me.

-Yes, Sir.

-Oh, what now?

Mr. Potts.

Hello, again.

-I wonder if I might, er, speak with you, Miss Scarlet.

-Unfortunately I've just been engaged by Scotland Yard

on a most urgent matter, so perhaps it could wait?

-Well, it... it's about Miss Woods.

We are having, erm, difficulties in our courtship.

-I'm sorry to hear that.

But that is a private matter between the two of you.

-I won't take up more than two minutes of your time.

-If only I had two minutes... -Well, one minute then?

-Miss Woods and myself,

we've been walking out for quite some time now,

but...as of late she seems reluctant to be in my presence.

Each excuse she gives seems reasonable enough,

a busy day shopping,

a visit to her mother's,

the times you cook dinner for her.

But add them all up and there's a...

distinct cooling in her affections.

-This really is something you should discuss with Ivy.

-Oh...

I'm a man of numbers, not words (laughs).

I can tell you how long a corpse

should be kept at room temperature,

or, er, the price to pay for a surgical clamp.

But asking a lady why her feelings have changed...

-Perhaps I might venture one small piece of advice.

-Oh, please.

-You do seem to have a rather set routine.

You take Ivy for a walk around the same park

on the same day.

You come round for supper at the same time

on the same evening.

-So, I should come round at a different time?

-Ivy enjoys the Music Hall.

Why not take her on a Saturday night?

Or go out for dinner.

Even a walk through Covent Garden would...

You don't have to write this down, Mr. Potts,

these are just examples.

You've been together for some months now,

you might wish to vary things up a little.

-Vary things up?

-Uh, what I'm saying is...

do something unexpected.

Surprise her!

-Yes...

Yes!

Unexpected!

I see! (laughs)

Well, that's very good, Miss Scarlet.

Very good!

I know we've not always seen eye to eye

but er, well, this is very much appreciated, thank you.

Oh, and if there's anything I can do in return

please do not hesitate to ask.

-Well, you could change your mind about

not allowing women in the mortuary.

-I'll think on it.

Good day. (door opens)

(door closes)

(dramatic music) (hooves clopping)

-[FITZROY] Who are we waiting for?

-An idiot.

-It would help if you gave maybe a little more information.

-Michael Galanis. Nephew of Nikos Galanis.

-As in the gang? -As in the gang.

There've been some robberies in Bloomsbury.

Antique clocks and pocket watches,

I've had word the nephew's involved.

-Why do you think he'll be here?

-Comes every day for his lunch.

-[MARKET SELLER] Thank you, love.

-[MAN] Ooh, watch yourself.

-[MARKET SELLER] Hello Michael.

-There, see?

Like I said, he's an idiot.

(tense music)

Oi!

-[WOMAN] Oh! Uh! Uh!

Scoundrel! Wait!

-Police!

You ain't going nowhere, son!

Alright, Michael?

-No. -I haven't done anything!

-Of course you haven't.

Hold him still while I search him.

-I told you I haven't done nothing!

(groans) Oh! Ah!

-Oh...(scoffs)

Looks expensive. Yours is it?

-What? No!

You just planted it in my pocket!

-Detective Fitzroy, did you see me put anything

in this gentleman's pocket?

-No.

-Slandering a police officer, that's a serious offence.

-No! No! Urgh!

(hooves clopping) (carriage rumbling)

(keys jangle) (lock clicks open)

How long will I be here?

-I'm not sure, I'm not in charge of the investigation.

-Your mate that cuffed me,

he said I nicked that watch from some shop in Bloomsbury.

I didn't.

-You should eat it whilst it's hot.

-Wait. Please.

He planted it on me, you saw him, I know you did.

(cell door clangs closed)

Please...

-I'm sorry, I can't.

(dramatic music)

-[FITZROY] Please forgive the lateness of the hour

but with Inspector Wellington away you were the closest thing

I could find to an honourable man.

-(laughs) There's a compliment in there somewhere.

So, you believe Detective Phelps planted evidence on the suspect?

-I'm not naive, I know it happens,

but I've just never witnessed it before.

If I report Phelps, the other men will never trust me again.

But I cannot in good conscience stay quiet.

-If you speak out, there's every chance Scotland Yard

will simply close ranks.

Even if Inspector Wellington were here to fight your corner,

there are many above him in the chain of command.

-I do not do this lightly, but being a detective

is the only thing I've ever shown an aptitude for.

Except for writing poetry, of course.

-Are you absolutely certain of what you saw?

-It all happened so fast, I could be mistaken.

That's why I've come to you.

I'd like to pay you to investigate the matter,

in the strictest of confidence, of course.

-And if I find something, then what?

-I could always try the clergy.

-(laughs)

(dramatic music)

-Leave it alone. -What? No.

Anyway I can't, Fitzroy paid me an advance.

-Give it back, walk away.

You'll be helping him, believe me.

-Moses, there is every chance that an innocent man has...

-Michael Galanis belongs to a crime family.

He may not have done that particular robbery,

but he's done others.

-That's not how justice works.

That's not how justice should work.

Tell me about the Galanis family.

-They're Greek, been in London twenty years or so.

Started in Bayswater then spread out to Paddington.

They make their money from gambling

and all type of thieving.

-Where does Michael fit in?

-His uncle Nikos runs the crew.

From what I hear, his nephew is something of a disappointment.

-In what way?

-Young, foolish, makes a lot of mistakes.

If I was at Scotland Yard, he's the one I'd go after.

-So, what you're saying is he's a weak link,

that's why Phelps might wish to target him?

-I am saying you should walk away.

These are serious people.

They won't want you sniffing around in their business.

-Well, it's a good job I've got you to assist me then, isn't it?

So, we'll start by looking into this robbery.

The store's in Bloomsbury, I'll get us a cab.

-I haven't agreed yet.

-That's what the cab ride's for.

(jaunty music) (hooves clopping)

-The thieves took everything.

And as a Christian I...

I try not to judge others.

But it is hard to see the good in people

when they undertake such an act.

I'm afraid the shock has seen my health decline (cries).

-What happened?

-Oh, shakes, night terrors.

Generalised anxiety disorder my physician calls it.

-I believe my associate was referring to the robbery,

Miss Tinsdale.

-Oh, yes, of course.

Erm, well I...

I turned up for work last week

and the place had been ransacked.

-Can you tell us what was taken?

-Twelve carriage clocks, three dozen pocket watches

and a pair of grandfather clocks.

They dropped a John Harrison pocket watch on the way out.

Broke my heart to see it shattered on the floor.

My father used to wear something similar.

I believe the shock has brought back the grief of his death.

-When exactly did this happen?

-Twelve years ago.

Er, from tuberculosis.

-Whoever did this didn't escape on foot

with two grandfather clocks weighing them down.

(street sounds)

-You alright?

-I'd lay money that the goods were loaded into a carriage.

There may be scuff marks on the kerb from the wheel.

Sometimes even a small fleck of paint can prove vital.

-Eliza...

-Just a moment, I won't be long.

-Get up.

(threatening music)

-Gentlemen, can we help you?

-Sorry I, I don't understand.

-What's going on? -They work for Galanis.

He wants to talk to us.

-I didn't know you spoke Greek.

-I spent a bit of time in Athens.

-What were they laughing about?

-I told them you were a private detective.

He says the boss has been waiting for us.

-Waiting where?

(tense music)

-You know who I am?

-Nikos Galanis.

-This is my father, Andreas.

-Please, have a seat.

-I hear you have been asking questions about my family.

-And how do you know that?

-I have people who watch people.

Who's paying you to ask these questions?

-My client.

-And you, what's your story?

-I'm her translator.

-(laughs)

(coughs)

The police have arrested my nephew for theft.

He is innocent.

-You should watch your mouth, my friend.

(threatening music)

-You're well informed for a translator.

-I have people who watch people.

-Niko...

-What is it you want exactly?

-I have little faith in the police

but there are a small number at Scotland Yard

who may listen to the truth

and I believe you have their ear.

-You wish me to speak to the police on your behalf?

-No.

I want you to give them the name of the real thief.

(tense music)

(door opens)

(door closes)

-What do you know about Logan Cooper?

-He's a popular man.

Scotland Yard have been looking for him for a long while.

-With regard to what?

-Pretty much every crime there is.

-Could he have carried out our robbery?

(carriage rumbles)

-He could, but it's a little convenient.

Cooper's gang is in a turf war with the Galanis family.

Nikos Galanis, would love to see him taken off the streets.

-Ask around, see what you can find out.

I'm going to visit his nephew, see what he has to say.

By the way, what were you doing in Athens?

-It's complicated.

You could just tell me.

-You can ask me one question.

-Why did you go to Athens?

-Because I had to leave Madrid.

-Why did you have to leave Madrid?

-You've had your question.

(light music)

(Eliza laughs)

-Here y'are, Sergeant. -Thank you, Sir.

(newspaper rustles)

(lock clicks) (cell door opens)

-We need to be quick,

-I understand Detective Fitzroy has told you why I'm here

and who I am?

-I can't help you if you stay silent.

-My uncle says if you ever get nicked

you just keep your mouth shut.

-The robbery took place around eleven o'clock

on the Friday before last, where were you then?

-Were you at home? -No.

-So you went out?

Where to?

-I'm saying nothing.

-Well, if you weren't at home, I can only conclude that you

went out somewhere.

-Those are the only two options. -I'm saying nothing.

-If you're going to say nothing then say nothing,

don't just say you're saying nothing,

it undermines your stance.

-You're trying to trick me.

-I'm trying to help you.

Where did you go to?

The pub?

The Music Hall?

-The Opera?

Sorry.

-Do you want to go to prison, Michael?

-I've been before.

-No, you haven't.

- As far as I can tell, - you've never been arrested.

I must be honest, I don't think jail will suit you.

But if that's what you want...

-It's Caledonia Street, alright?

I went to Caledonia Street.

-What were you doing there?

(soft music)

-What's in Caledonia Street?

(people chattering)

-[ELIZA] Do you know Sasha?

-Down there, love.

-Thank you.

Sasha?

-You're not my usual type.

-I'm here to ask you some questions about Michael Galanis.

-I'm working.

-I'll pay you for your time.

I'm sure it will be more pleasant than your usual work.

-You'd be surprised.

-Michael says he was with you

all night on the Friday before last.

Is that true?

-Uh, he comes to see me every Friday.

I have a place nearby, we just sit and drink and talk.

He's a sweet boy, that's all we ever do.

-And what do you talk about?

And to tell the truth, they don't.

-When you say people don't like him...

-The others from his gang,

they laugh and make jokes about him.

Not in front of his uncle, of course.

The only one who seemed to like him was Tasos.

-Was?

-He died.

Someone cut his throat.

Michael was very upset, Tasos was his only friend.

-When did he die?

-Last week, I think.

(dramatic music)

(door knocks)

(door opens)

-Oh good, you're still here.

I have a favour to ask, Mr. Potts.

I need all the details you have on a murder...

(door slams)

(door knocks) (door opens)

-If you think you are coming in here, madam,

you are very much mistaken.

-Last time we spoke, I seem to remember you agreed

to grant me access to the mortuary.

-I said I would think about it.

-Yes, but from your tone you implied...

-Surprise her, you said.

Vary things up.

-Is this about Ivy?

-I did as you advised

and I have to tell you it was not well received.

Not well at all.

(door slams) (dramatic music)

-Uh...

(street sounds) (church bell rings)

(door opens)

-Autopsy photographs of Tasos Demetrious,

post mortem details, cause of death.

Everything you asked for.

-You didn't tell him it was for me, did you?

-No, I said official police business.

Although Mr. Potts did seem to be somewhat out of sorts.

Are- are you the cause for his dismay?

-Why do I always get the blame for everything?

-I just assumed...

Well, not entirely.

Any word when Inspector Wellington will be back?

-I'm afraid not.

Now, I must return to Scotland Yard.

Good evening, Miss Scarlet.

Ah, good evening Miss Woods!

-Is it?

(door closes)

He came to see me and asked for my advice,

I didn't want to get involved.

-He proposed to me, Lizzie.

-What? -Down on one knee.

Big bunch of flowers in the middle of our street

for everyone to see.

-Well, I certainly didn't tell him to do that.

-(sighs)

-From his reaction, I take it you said no?

-Poor man was broken in two, I feel dreadful.

-Why couldn't you leave things alone?

-I tried! -Well, not very hard.

I asked you not to get involved!

You can cook for yourself tonight, young lady.

And you can do your own laundry too!

-Ivy! (door opens)

(door closes)

(laughs)

(street sounds)

(door knocks) (door opens)

-The files you requested.

-Sir.

-Sir.

-Get yourself off home now.

-I'm about to start night duty.

-Oh yeah. You know what, don't bother.

-But you instructed that I...

-I had to be seen to be punishing ya.

I can't have people thinking they can lay one on me

without any consequences.

But you can go back on normal duties now.

I used to box a bit as a lad

and that was a, a nice right hook you gave me.

Who's been teaching ya?

-A friend of Miss Scarlet's. -He knows his stuff.

But to be fair, I'd had a skinful,

that's why you caught me.

Anyway, no hard feelings.

(arm slap) Off you go.

Oh, one more thing...

I spoke to Chambers, the Desk Sergeant.

He said you'd asked for the key to one of the cells earlier on.

Cell six, Michael Galanis.

(tense music)

What did you want with him?

-I was bringing him food.

You put me on cell detail.

-So I did.

Off you go then, son.

See you in the morning.

(door opens) (door closes)

-[ELIZA] Have you found something?

-The watch that Phelps planted on Michael Galanis.

It matches with one of the pieces that was stolen.

-So Phelps had access to stolen goods.

-And I think I know how.

I asked around about Logan Cooper.

The Galanis family have put a price on his head.

Some trouble between him and one of their men.

But, that's not all.

Turns out Mr. Cooper has a cousin in Scotland Yard.

-Detective Phelps.

(dramatic music) Huh.

(people chattering)

Stolen timepieces, pocket watches,

high end carriage clocks.

Where would one go to sell them?

-How are you feeling,

Miss Scarlet?

You look tired.

-I'm perfectly fine, thank you.

-Well, this is for when you're feeling under the weather.

Peps you right up.

-Thank you, but no.

-Oh, er...

I ordered a crate of this last week

but no-one seems to be interested.

Huh.

-So, the timepieces...?

-I really don't know much about clocks, Miss Scarlet.

Weapons are my thing.

Poisons, guns, knives...

Anything you want to know about that, ask away.

-Well, in, in that case,

there was a, a murder carried out recently.

Er, Tasos Demetrious.

The man had his throat cut with a distinctive blade.

Would you be able to tell me what kind a of weapon did this?

-Mm.

-As you can see, the wound is rather distinctive.

There seems to be a curvature on the blade.

-This wound is from a Kukri.

A long curved knife, from Nepal.

I know of two men who wield such a weapon.

One is dead, and the other is a piece of work.

Very dangerous.

-His name?

-Logan Cooper.

(dramatic music)

-Would you be able to tell me where I might find him?

-I may have addresses of a few safe houses

used by the Cooper gang.

But, as I say, Miss Scarlet, he's a dangerous character

and I can't risk crossing him.

I'm sorry.

-Fine...

I'll buy the whole crate.

-Do you have a pen?

(street sounds) (carriage rumbles)

(tense music)

(carriage rumbles)

-[STREET SELLER] Hello, Sir. One of these, apples, oranges?

Pears? Take your pick.

-Apple. -One of the finest.

-Thank you.

(footsteps crunching)

(tense music)

-Why you following me?

-Following you?

I wasn't following you. I'm on my way home.

-You were outside my place.

-Then behind me in the market. -You're mistaken, I assure you.

Please, don't hurt me, I have a purse...

-No, no, no, no, no, no! You stay nice and still.

I heard there's some lady detective

sniffing around, asking questions.

-Don't be ridiculous.

Being a detective is a job for a man.

(gun cocks) Alright, alright.

I was following you.

You're Logan Cooper.

-Why are you following me?

-I was investigating the theft of some antique clocks

and your name came up as a suspect.

But I have since discounted you from the investigation

and, and was, in fact, on my way to tell my cli..

-One more lie... and you're gone.

-I know about Detective Phelps.

-What about him?

-Well, he's your cousin, is he not?

No doubt the two of you worked together on the robbery

that Michael Galanis has been framed for.

-Look, I ain't seen Charlie Phelps for years.

I can't stand him, pompous git.

Yeah, there's no love lost between us, darling.

Last time I saw him, he nearly nicked me.

And I've got nothing to do with that robbery.

It was an inside job.

-Go on.

You're just a l... Eh?

(gun fire)

(high tempo music)

(gun fire) (Eliza gasps)

(repeated gun fire)

-You were lucky.

-I suppose so.

Although this is my favourite bag.

-You're sure it was Galanis's men?

-Definitely, Galanis was there.

He must've followed me, hoping I'd lead him to Cooper.

-Where's Cooper now?

-No idea. I didn't see if they caught him.

But he said he has nothing to do with Phelps.

Mind you, he would say that.

-Phelps is up to something.

I followed him to an abandoned bar on Franklin Lane.

He was having things delivered there in boxes.

-What was in the boxes?

Couldn't pick either of the padlocks.

Feel free to go and try yourself.

-I'm sure you did your best.

(Eliza laughs)

(Moses sighs)

-What else did Cooper say?

-Well he denied being involved in the robbery,

which again you would expect.

But something else has come up.

I was supposed to be working with Scotland Yard

on another robbery case before our friend

Detective Phelps turned up.

I'd gathered various pieces of reference material

about similar crimes.

The same name crops up more than once.

(clock chimes)

from shops such as this one.

High end outlets selling watches by John Harrison

and Edmund Marsh.

None of the stolen goods were ever recovered,

which would suggest they were not sold on the black market.

-Most likely stolen to order.

-I'm so sorry, but this is not a convenient time,

we're expecting a delivery of more stock,

and then I have a doctor's appointment.

My nerves are not what they once were.

-Yes, I can imagine how so many robberies

would play havoc with one's nerves.

-What, what do you mean?

-Out of the six shops that were victims of this crime,

you have worked in five of them.

-(laughs) It is merely a coincidence.

-I do not believe in coincidence, Miss Tinsdale.

-What are you saying, exactly?

-You have an apartment in Kensington.

How do you afford that on a shop assistant's salary?

-If you do not wish to help us, I'm sure the police will.

-Galanis pays me.

I tell him when the shop gets a new delivery

and he arranges the thefts soon after.

-Who committed the robbery in this shop?

Michael Galanis?

-I don't know, and that's the truth.

All I know is I've been told to keep my mouth shut.

-By the Galanis family?

-No. By the policeman.

(dramatic music)

(horse whinnies) (hooves clopping)

-[MAN] Thank you.

-What is your business with Detective Phelps?

-My grandson, Michael, is a good boy.

But this is not the business for him, everybody knows it.

The only one who refuses to accept that is my son.

He's been trying everything to toughen the boy up,

make a man of him.

That's why he told him to steal those clocks.

-So, Michael is guilty?

-He was too scared of getting caught.

He came to me for help,

so I found an alternative solution.

I told Tasos to do it.

-The man found with his throat cut?

-He loved Michael like a brother,

he'd do anything for him and not tell a soul.

Even now my son doesn't know,

he still thinks, Michael carried out the robbery.

-Why was Tasos murdered?

-Nothing to do with the robbery.

He was in the wrong part of town,

drunk and spoiling for a fight.

Word got round, and someone came looking for him.

-Logan Cooper?

-My son put a price on Cooper's head the next day.

Every man we have is hunting him down.

Thanks to you, the net has tightened.

It won't be long before he's captured,

and if Michael is freed...

-He'll be made to kill Cooper.

-Michael has yet to take life.

His uncle believes it will gain him the respect he lacks.

I don't want Michael to be caught and hanged for murder

or killed in an act of revenge.

-That's why you paid Phelps to arrest him.

-Michael has no previous convictions,

he will only get a year or so in prison.

-It may be longer than that.

-But he will be alive and safe from any obligation

to his uncle.

-His uncle is ill.

Blood seeps from his lungs.

He will be dead by the time Michael leaves the prison.

But if you prove his innocence,

he will be set free now,

and forced to take life.

-I cannot stay quiet whilst he's sent to prison

for a crime he didn't commit.

-That's the only way to save him.

The only way.

(dramatic music)

(bell chimes)

(stopper pops)

(door opens)

-I was wondering where you were. (door closes)

I came down here to find a needle and thread

but I got waylaid.

There's a hole in my bag, I thought I might try

and repair it but I couldn't find the sewing box.

Ah, thank you.

Now...

Do we have anything that can be used as a patch?

Mm...

-Do you have any idea what you're doing?

-Not remotely (laughs).

I hate it when you're angry with me.

-Oh, I'm not angry with you.

Well, maybe just a little bit.

I've been getting myself into such a state.

I've been avoiding Barnabus,

not because I don't like him.

Just the opposite.

He's a kind, sweet man and I've grown very fond of him.

-So, what's the problem?

-I'm worried about where it might lead.

If we become man and wife...

I love living in this house, seeing you every day.

You're like a daughter to me, Lizzie,

I don't want that to change.

(Ivy cries)

-Nothing will ever change that.

-The truth is, I'm not sure I even want to wed.

(Ivy sighs)

As a girl, all I was ever told was you would grow up,

find a husband, have kids and that would be your lot.

But seeing what you've done...

-Is this your way of telling me

you want to become a private detective?

(both laughing)

You must do what is best for you.

Whatever that is, I will support you.

(Ivy sniffs)

But only if you fix my bag for me.

-(laughs) I'll see what I can do.

Is there any more of that whisky?

-I'm afraid I've drunk most of it.

-Is something on your mind?

-(sighs) I'm trying to decide between two courses of action,

neither of which is desirable.

-When you were a little girl...

-Oh, here we go. -When you were a little girl,

if I gave you a choice of two things

you didn't want to do, you always found a third.

(dramatic music)

(street sounds)

-[ELIZA] I found a bullet fired by Logan Cooper,

and compared it to one used in an armed robbery.

-[FITZROY] Is it the same gun?

-I believe so.

Do you know where Phelps will be today?

-Well, he's got a case in court this morning,

I imagine he'll be there.

-Let me know if that changes.

-Where are you going?

-To see Nikos Galanis.

-Make sure you meet him somewhere public,

somewhere he can't harm you.

-Don't worry, I have just the place.

And you're coming with me.

(door opens)

(door closes)

-[CAB DRIVER] Hyah!

-I have a proposal for you.

-Where is my nephew?

Your message said he was to be released.

-And he will be, if you accept my proposal.

-I do not play games.

-Michael is innocent. And I can prove it.

The robbery of the clock shop was carried out

by an associate of yours, Tasos Demetriou.

-What?

How do you know that?

-That's my business.

against your nephew dropped.

-And what do you want from me?

-Logan Cooper.

-What makes you think I have him?

-Well, if you don't now, you will do soon.

So, do you want to hear my proposal or not?

-(scoffs)

-Logan Cooper was a suspect in the robbery

at the Winchester Bank earlier this year,

but the case against him collapsed.

But I now have concrete proof it was him,

ballistics evidence showing that a gun Cooper owns

matches with the gun discharged at the robbery.

If you turn him over to me, I'll have him delivered here,

to Scotland Yard.

-And in return, secure Michael's release.

-I want Cooper to suffer for what he did.

-Oh, he will suffer.

At least fifteen years hard labour.

Possibly more.

Hasn't there been enough death already?

(dramatic music)

(street sounds)

(tense music)

-[PHELPS] What do you want?

-Michael Galanis is innocent.

You were paid to arrest him by his grandfather.

-You work for me, son, not them.

-If you're thinking of trying to pull rank,

I should probably tell you we know who your cousin is.

Failure to declare a connection to a wanted man

is a dismissible offence.

However, I would like to propose

a mutually beneficial arrangement.

We'll keep quiet about your cousin,

and in return you drop the charges on Michael Galanis.

-I ain't no bent copper.

-That's not what it looks like from here.

-This is the first time I've ever taken money.

And I've had offers, believe me,

But I've turned them all down.

-You think we'll believe that?

-I didn't grow up like you, posh boy.

I grew up with all sorts of toe rags, Logan included.

They chose their path, and I chose mine.

But I know right from wrong, despite what you might think.

Michael needed to be put away for his own good,

I'd have done it for free.

-But you didn't.

-I've put the money to good use.

This place will be a gymnasium.

A place where kids can come to get off the street.

A place where they can learn

a bit of self-respect, and discipline.

Kids like I was... needed a bit of guidance.

(dramatic music)

(street sounds) (hooves clopping)

-You never cease to amaze me, Miss Scarlet.

-Why do people always say that to me?

I'm never quite sure if it's a compliment or not.

-It's most definitely a compliment.

What do you think his uncle will say?

-Well, he got what he wanted, in a manner of speaking.

Revenge on Logan Cooper.

-I hope he'll go easy on the boy.

-I believe he will.

But then I've always been an optimist.

Why else would I have chosen this career?

And you? You're going to stick with it?

-I'm not sure I have much choice,

I wouldn't make a very good priest.

I get nervous of public speaking.

Also I can't drink wine, it brings me out in a rash.

(Eliza laughs) It's not funny,

it's actually quite severe (laughs).

Thank you for helping me.

(street sounds) (soft music)

(door knocks) (door opens)

-We have a visitor.

-Miss Scarlet. -Mr. Potts.

I'm delighted to see you again.

-Er, we have some news, Lizzie.

Barnabus and I are engaged!

-Ah, ha, ha!

Oh, that's wonderful news.

Oh, congratulations to you both.

-Well, that's very gracious of you,

particularly given how I behaved last time we spoke.

-Water under the bridge, Mr. Potts.

I'm quite sure you didn't mean it.

-I meant some of it.

Er, but the manner in which it came across

was a, a tad forceful.

-Do you have a date for the wedding?

-Not yet, no, there's plenty of time for that.

-Well not too much time... (Ivy laughs)

-We're planning a long engagement.

-Long... ? -Long enough.

-And do you have a ring? -Oh...

We'll get that nearer the time.

-In a few weeks...

-Months.

-Who'd like some tea? -Not for me, I'm on my way out.

-Just us then, Barnabus.

-Good day, Mr. Potts. -Good...

Months?

(door knocks)

(door opens)

-Detective Phelps.

What brings you here?

-In the spirit of our new arrangement

that we both keep our mouths shut and play nice,

I wanted to let you know that Duke has returned to London.

-Oh.

Well, thank you.

-He got back late last night.

He's not coming into work, though, he's having the day off.

-You didn't have to come here in person to tell me that.

-No.

But I wanted to see your face when I told you who he's with.

(door opens)

-I think that's one of the best meals I've ever had.

-One of?

it's the first rule of management.

-Well, I'll have to work on that.

(soft music)