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So I kick down the
front door and go 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.

-So, no one'’s going to
arrest us then, are they?

Oh, don'’t look so worried,

we do this all the time!

Oh, my God, it'’s the
Superintendent!

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.

-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.

An expert pugilist?

Oh no, what am I to do?!

-Any idea what
this is about?

-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.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
my heart bleeds.

Well, go on then,
get on with it.

Not you, Detective Fitzroy.

You'’re mine now, son.

-Mr. Potts.

Good morning to you.

-And to you, Miss Scarlet.

Er, would you be so kind as to
tell Miss Woods I am here for

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.

-Thank you.

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

-I'’ve got laundry to do.

-I don'’t have to be at Scotland
Yard for another hour.

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.

-In my day people used to
mind their own business.

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,

don'’t pick at it and it'll
heal in its own time.

And what did you do?

You picked off the scab
and it didn'’t heal for weeks.

Some things are best left alone,
Lizzy.

I appreciate the metaphor,

I just thought you might wish to
talk, that'’s all.

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

-No you are not.

If you were, there'’d be a ring
on that finger.

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!

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.

-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.

-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.

I'’m afraid I don't know when
Inspector Wellington

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?

-Nevertheless I must 'salute the
uniform, not the man'.

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.

Fitzroy!

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.

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!

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.

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.

Thank you, love.

Ooh, watch yourself.

Hello Michael.

-There, see?

Like I said, he'’s an idiot.

Oi!

Oh! Uh! Uh!

Scoundrel! Wait!

-Police!

You ain'’t going nowhere, son!

Alright, Michael?

-Get off me!
I'’ve done nothing wrong!

-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!

Oh! Ah!

Oh...

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!

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.

Please...

-I'’m sorry, I can't.

Please forgive
the lateness of the hour

but with Inspector Wellington
away you were the closest thing

I could find to an
honourable man.

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.

-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.

-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.

-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.

-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.

-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?

-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.

The police have arrested
my nephew for theft.

He is innocent.

-So he didn'’t rob that townhouse
in Mayfair last month?

-You should watch your mouth,
my friend.

-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.

-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?

-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 don'’t always have to be so
cryptic, you know.

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.

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

-We need to be quick,

I don'’t know how long Phelps
will be gone for.

-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?

-What'’s in Caledonia Street?

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?

-He thinks that other people
don'’t like him.

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.

-Oh good, you'’re still here.

I have a favour to ask,
Mr. Potts.

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

-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.

-Uh...

-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...

-Mr. Potts' current state's
got nothing to do with me.

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?

-If this is about Mr. Potts,
I can explain.

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.

-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!

-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.

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.

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.

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.

Huh.

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.

-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?

- Hello, Sir.
- One of these, apples, oranges?

Pears? Take your pick.

-Apple.
-One of the finest.

-Thank you.

-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.

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.

I don'’t have to
tell you nothing.

You'’re just a l...
Eh?

-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?

-I tried to look after he'’d gone
but the place was locked up.

Couldn'’t pick either of the
padlocks.

Feel free to go and try
yourself.

-I'’m sure you did your best.

-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.

In the last two years
there have been six robberies

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.

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.

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.

-And what changes when Michael
has served his time?

-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.

I was wondering where you were.

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.

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.

-Nothing will ever change that.

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

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?

You must do
what is best for you.

Whatever that is,
I will support you.

But only if you fix
my bag for me.

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?

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.

I found a bullet
fired by Logan Cooper,

and compared it to
one used in an armed robbery.

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.

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.

All you need to know is that I
can get the charges

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?

-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?

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.

-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.

It'’s not funny,

it'’s actually quite severe.

Thank you for helping me.

-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...

-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?

-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.

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

-One of?

-Well, I was always told never
to overpraise,

it'’s the first rule of
management.

-Well, I'’ll have to
work on that.