All language subtitles for Miss.Scarlet.and.the.Duke.S04E03.1080p.PBS.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-WoKE

Inspector Wellington--
how have you

found him recently?
I'm concerned about him.

You need to rest.

Sleep is a luxury that
I don't have at the moment.

Are you free to dine
tomorrow evening?

Tomorrow evening it is, then.

Police! Put down your weapons!

I said put them down, now!

It's Inspector Wellington.

He's been shot.

They cannot say for certain
if he will survive.

Sorry I'm late today.

There's a new ward sister,

and she wouldn't let me in
at first.

I put my mother's ring on my
wedding finger

and told her you were
my husband.

She seemed a little
disappointed

that you were,
perhaps, taken.

I think you've made quite a stir
amongst the nurses, William.

Everyone has a different opinion
of my visits with you.

Ivy believes I should
just sit and talk to you

as if nothing's happened.

Detective Fitzroy
suggested reading aloud

from a Russian novel,

the title of which
I cannot pronounce.

I suppose it might
provoke you into sitting up

and begging me to stop.

And Mr. Potts...

Well, Mr. Potts
was surprisingly thoughtful.

He advised that as you are a man
who despises a lot of chatter,

that I should merely sit
with you.

That would be company enough.

Please wake up.

William.

Wake up.

Wake up!

Wake up!

Wake up!

I said, "Wake up!"

Get out of here! Shoo!

Get out of here!
Go on, bugger off!

Bugger off.

Bugger off!
All right, all right,
I'm going!

What can I get you, huh?

I was just wondering
if you needed

some help running the stall.

No.

I'm a hard worker.

I'll work for free for today
so you can see

how good I am.
I said no.

Please.

I haven't eaten in two days.

Yes, darling?

Loaf of bread, please.

Yes, of course.

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

Dear God.

Morning.

- Morning.
- Morning.

What on Earth?

Lizzie!

What are you doing home?

You've been expelled!

No! Well, not exactly.

I was told to leave the
premises with immediate effect.

How is that
not being expelled?

It's not a school, Ivy.

It's a training college.

You're not expelled from a
college, you get sent down.

Oh, pardon my ignorance.

I've lost track
of how many places

you've been
sent down from.

It's not my fault.

I don't want to be

a governess
or a schoolmistress,

or any of those things.

And I was planning
to come back anyway.

I got Father's letter
about Skip.

Oh, so your father's
dog dies,

and that just happens
to coincide

with you being expelled.
It's not his dog,

it's the family dog,
whom I very much loved.

That is not the point,
and you know it!

You're 16 years old,
Lizzie!

It's time you grew up!

Well, if I wanted to get
shouted at, I would've stayed

at college.

And I really did love that dog.

What are we going
to do with you?

God only knows what your
father's going to say.

Is the photographer on his way?

Yes, Inspector Scarlet.

I know this man.

We used to work together.

His name's, um...

Wallis.

Arthur Wallis.

Doesn't seem like a robbery,
though.

Who was it that found him?

Good afternoon.

I've been here hours--
what's going on?

You were asked
to give a statement

to the chief investigating
officer?

That would be me.

My name's Detective Inspector
Henry Scarlet-- and you are?

I've already given
a statement.

I was walking past,

I saw a body, I went and
got help-- can I go now?

Yeah, your name, please?

William Wellington.

Wellington.

As in the duke?

Who?

What are they teaching you
in schools these days?

You'd better
not be thinking

of fitting me up for this.

I've heard about London
bobbies.

No one is accusing you
of anything.

I mean, very few murderers
would bring the police

to a crime scene.
I'm missing work.

I've a job on a pie stall.

I'll lose it if I don't get
back there.

You either answer
my questions here

or down at Scotland Yard.

Your choice.
Get out of my way!

You can't leave me in here!

I'm going to the city mortuary.

When I get back,
bring him to my office.

- Yes, sir.

Lizzie?
There's someone here to see you.

Well, who is it?

Mrs. Parker and her son.

No, no, no,
tell them I'm, I'm...
Ah!

You were correct, Rupert.

Miss Scarlet has returned.

I'll leave you to it.

Thank you so much, Ivy.

Mrs. Parker.

Mr. Parker--
to what do I owe

this unexpected pleasure?

Rupert was taking his morning
stroll in Regent's Park,

when he came across
your neighbor Dr. Williams.

The good doctor mentioned

that he had seen you
returning home,

suitcase in hand.

Rupert relayed this to me,

and I said,
"Oh, this cannot be correct.

Miss Scarlet is in Wimbledon,
training to be a governess."

Term has finished, and I have
returned home for the holidays.

The academic term does not end
for another three weeks.

I trust nothing untoward
has occurred?

Well, my classmates and I were
making such good progress,

we were permitted

to finish early.

I would remind you,
Miss Scarlet,

that yourself and your father
are my tenants,

and a stain
on your reputation

is a stain on mine.

Mrs. Parker, your reputation
is always at the forefront

of my mind.

I'm glad to hear it.

And now we shall take
refreshments.

I shall take tea.

Rupert will not.

Your statement
makes little sense.

All right, let's
try this one again.

So, you say
you were walking past

when you saw the body
and you went to get help.

Yes.

Well, where were you
walking to, exactly,

given that
it's a dead end?

Hmm?

See, my guess is that you
were sleeping in the alleyway.

Those aren't my things.

Document of discharge
from a workhouse in Glasgow.

In the name
William James Wellington.

That's you.

How long have you been living
out on the streets?

It's a while,
by the look of you.

I imagine you're hungry.

I know what you're
trying to do.

Be nice to me
so I'll talk.

Yes.

That's exactly
what I'm trying to do.

So, are you hungry
or not?

Now, if you go downstairs
and wait in the kitchen,

I'll have my housekeeper
make you some supper.

Go on.

Lizzie.

What are you doing here?

Father, please calm down.

Do not tell me to calm down.

God, you would try
the patience of a saint!

Well, I did not ask
to be sent to that place.

You have no idea what it's like.

You are not
a child anymore, Lizzie.

You must start behaving like
a respectable young woman!

And most girls your age would
have been married off by now.

This was the solution
to our compromise.

Your compromise, not mine.

You know what path
I wish to follow.

I cannot have
this conversation again.

Lizzie, give us a moment
to talk, hmm?

We have a guest
downstairs.

Go and make him
something to eat.

I'll be down shortly.

Make him something to eat?

You have been attending
cookery classes, have you not?

Um, sometimes, yes.

There's a smoked ham
on top of the oven.

Give him a slice of that.

Good evening,
my name is Miss Scarlet.

I believe you are...

...an associate of my father's.

He said there'd be food.

Yes, I cooked a smoked ham
this afternoon.

I'll cut you a slice.

So, how do you
know my father?

Do you work for the police?

You got any bread?

I'm not sure.

I shall take a look at
what else I made today.

You could stop a bullet
with that.

Uh, you are Scottish?

Whereabouts are you from?

Do you always ask
this many questions?

I'll see if we have bread.

I heard shouting just now.

He was yelling at you,
wasn't he, your pa?

What did you do?

Why do you assume
it was my fault?

I'm right, aren't I?

What did you do?

Do you always ask
this many questions?

I'll have some water.

Sink's just there.

I'm a guest in this house.

Oh!

Well, then, perhaps you might
show some basic courtesy.

We'll start with "please"
and "thank you,"

then move on to eating
like a gentleman and not a pig.

In a trough.

It's my fault she lost her way.

I indulged her
after her mother died.

That girl was born headstrong.

Nothing you could've done
would've changed that.

I encouraged her
to be interested in my work.

Did her a disservice.

Gave her ambitions
she can never fulfill.

But...

Right now, I must speak
to our guest.

I fear I have a long night
ahead of me.

Did you give him
something to eat?

I tried to,
but he walked out.

It wasn't my fault.

That bad, is it?

What?

You only do chores
when you're feeling guilty.

Where's Father?

He's been out all night
looking for that young man.

Came back early for a change
of clothes and some breakfast,

then went out again.

Did you speak to him?

Sit down, Lizzie.

Things are hard for him
at the moment.

The money
that your mother left,

it's running out.

And this house
is expensive to keep.

He's a proud man,
and he'll never admit it,

but these things weigh
heavily on his shoulders.

So,

if you want to help him,

just do as he asks.

And that might mean
doing some things

that you don't want to do.

Well, what kind of things?

Oh, we're not expecting
any visitors,

are we?

Some time ago,
after your mother's passing,

I spoke to your father

and offered
to take you under my wing,

to give you
the kind of education

a young lady
ought to be receiving.

He declined, initially.

But I have received
a note from him

saying he wishes to take
me up on my kind offer.

Excuse me?

Sorry.

I'll take that, thank you.

How did you find me?

Oh, everybody thinks
themselves unique,

but we all have patterns of
behavior that can be predicted.

Take you, for example.

You're from Glasgow.

So your train would have
arrived at King's Cross station.

Now, I suspect that you stayed
in the area looking for work,

but were unsuccessful.

Hence why you're now
sleeping on the streets.

So, to rectify the
situation, you turned

to low-level theft--
now, there are

five streets
in the King's Cross area

where pickpocketing is rife.

This is the third one I tried.

What do you want from me?

Tell me what you saw
in the alley.

What's in it for me?

Well, from what I can tell,

you're an intelligent young man.

Help me, and I will help you
in whatever way I can.

I mean, you didn't travel 400
miles just to be a pickpocket.

You saw the murder
take place, didn't you?

Yeah.

Okay, come on.

We shall be hosting the ladies

of the Kensington
Benevolent Fund.

They have raised
thousands of pounds

for the poor and needy
of London, and...

No, no, no!

The Wedgwood china--
think, girl.

Sorry, ma'am.

When the guests arrive, you
will be polite and deferential.

When speaking,

do so
with clear diction.

Stay away
from contentious topics,

and talk instead of your
hobbies and interests.

You do have hobbies
and interests?

Well, I love to read
my father's books.

Marvelous.

In particular, the ones

on forensic pathology.

There's this one chapter
I must have read 20 times

about the livor mortis.

The postmortem settling
of the blood in the veins

and arteries that
can often indicate

whether a body has been moved

after a murder.

Fetch the doilies

for the cake stand.

A good servant,

like a good child,

must be seen,
but not heard.

But have no doubt

that when they are alone,

they talk of the things
we have said in their presence.

Therefore, it is imperative that
we say nothing odd or peculiar

that could undermine
our position

as their superiors.
But I only said...

Someday, you will be married.

And your husband must feel
confident in your ability

to run a household.

Speaking of marriage,

Rupert rarely has an interest
in any young ladies,

but he is continually
asking questions about you.

I believe he finds you
quite fascinating.

Mrs. Parker...

Your father is a man
of limited means.

Rupert is the heir
to my fortune.

I believe it would be
a beneficial arrangement

for both our families.

Now, take a seat,

and we shall look
at your posture.

Sometimes being back
at the crime scene

can help trigger memories
we didn't know we had.

So, you said you were sat down.

I, I was asleep
behind those barrels.

Mm-hmm, but something
woke you up.

I heard footsteps.

Someone running.

Two people running.

One was your friend,
Mr. Wallis.

The other was younger.

Like, 20, 21,
something like that.

Good, good, go on.

The younger man threw
Mr. Wallis

up against that wall,

which is when he started
to strangle him.

Then he threw him
to the ground.

Well, can you describe
the attacker?

Fair hair.

Uh, tall, perhaps six feet.

And rich-looking.

Fancy clothes.
What else?

As he was strangling him,

he knelt down
and whispered something.

It was as if...

As if he knew him.

Hmm.

It really was
the most wonderful evening.

The food was prepared
by Marcel Laurent himself,

the chef de cuisine
at the Brabham Hotel.

Lady Harper Jones
is the jewel

in the crown of
our social circle.

Oh, but I fear I have
been talking too long.

Let us learn more

about our Miss Scarlet.

Tell me about yourself, my dear.

Miss Scarlet has

a number of interests,
including embroidery

and watercolors.

Well, it is reassuring

to meet a young lady
with such wholesome interests.

You must join us this evening
at Bornborough Hall.

I'm holding a soirée
for my daughter's birthday.

Rupert is going.

I'm sure he would be
delighted to escort you.

That is most kind,
but it is...

A splendid idea.

I confess, Miss Scarlet

has quite piqued
my Rupert's interest.

Well, I will, of course,
have to ask my father.

Your father has put
his faith in me

to look after
your best interests.

Rupert will pick you up at 8:00.

Marvelous.

Marvelous.

Marvelous.

It wasn't any of these.

I may cast the net
a little wider,

get you to look at
a few more, but not today.

Give your eyes a rest.

How long have you been a copper?

Signed up on November 10, 1848.

So that's 23?
Ooh, God, no.

24 years ago.

Tempus fugit.

What?

Time flies.

I joined the same week
as Arthur, our murder victim.

You were friends?

Mmm, you know, for a while.

I just don't think this place
was really for him.

He left to become
a private detective.

Where did you sleep last night?

I don't know,
it was some doorway.

There's a spare room
at my house.

You can have a bed
for a few nights.

Why would you do that?

Well, I need you
where I can find you.

But if you are gonna stay,

you're gonna have to clean
yourself up a bit, I mean,

my housekeeper's gonna have
a fit if you lie on her sheets

like that.

There's a public washhouse
on Hanover Square,

so wash your clothes,
have a shave, take a bath.

I assume they're
your only clothes.

Well, to tell the truth,

they're not even mine.
Right, well,

there's a thrift shop on
the way to the washhouse.

Uh, McKenzie's.

See what you can get
for that.

How do you know
I won't just take your money

and run off with it?

I guess I'm just gonna
have to trust you.

How much longer
is this going to take?

It will take as long
as it takes.

Now stand still.

I don't want to go
to this stupid party.

Everybody likes parties.

No, they don't--
they just say they do.

I certainly don't want
to go with Rupert Parker.

His mother won't be happy
until we're man and wife.

Well, I think you're safe there.

I doubt he's the marrying type.

Well, what makes you say that?

Done.

Now, will you please
stop growing, young lady?

Oh, Lizzie.

You look beautiful.

I can see your mother in you,

I really can.

Oh.

Course, your mother
used to smile more.

I'll get that.

You can tidy up in here.

Put everything back
in the sewing box.

Uh, neatly, please.

You're William?

Mr. Scarlet said
to expect you.

Come on in.

It's cold out there--
you'll catch your death.

I've made up the spare room.

Do you have
any other belongings?

No, it's just me.

Well, if there's anything else
you need, just let me know.

- That's very kind of you--
- I will.

Are you hungry?

Would you like
something to eat?

Yes, please--
thank you.

Hello, again.

Hello.

Get yourself downstairs
to the kitchen.

Why's he come back?

The young man is going to be
staying with us for a few days.

And you're to stay away
from him, young lady.

Now, you've a bit of time
before Mr. Parker is due,

so why don't you
go and tidy that bedroom?

Go on.

Now.

Mr. Wellington.

It's William.

William.

I'm afraid there's been
something of a mix-up.

Father is still at work,
but he's sent a message

to say that we are to dine
with friends this evening,

and he would like you
to come along.

Miss Woods just made me dinner.

Ivy is unaware
of this change of plan.

She is in the drawing room
sewing.

I didn't want to disturb her.

Do you own a dinner suit?

Let me see.

No.

My uncle stayed with us last
year, he is about your height.

I believe his dinner suit is in
the wardrobe in the spare room.

I'm not wearing
some old man's clothes.

My father has opened
his house to you.

Refusing this kind
of invitation

is not the done thing.

Mm.

I don't care
about the done thing.

Fine.

You are a very rude
young man.

I will tell my father
as much.

Mr. Parker.
Miss Scarlet.

Wait!

William.

Shall we?

Whoa, there, whoa.

Good evening, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

Where's your father?

Oh, he sent a telegram
saying he would be delayed

and sadly could
no longer attend.

He sent a telegram?
When?

Shortly before we left--
but he requested

that you accompany me
nonetheless.

Ah.

I thought that's what
he was doing.

Thank you.
Of course.

What exactly
is going on?

Very well.

I may have brought you here
under slight false pretenses.

Mr. Parker's mother owns
the leasehold

to our property.
Hm.

She is very keen for myself
and her son

to become better acquainted

and I am... less keen.

He doesn't seem
that interested in you.

Thank the Lord
for small mercies.

Do you always lie
this much?

It wasn't a lie.

It was a temporary departure
from the truth.

Okay.

But you have my word,
I'll never lie to you again.

And, of course,
you always keep to your word.

Always.

Slàinte.

Cheers.

So...

What exactly are you doing
with my father, anyway?

He said you'd ask that,
and he said not to tell you.

Hm.

Very well.

But perhaps one day,
I shall meet your father

and he and I
will share a secret.

Good luck finding him.

I thought you said
there'd be real food.

There should be canapés
somewhere.

What are canopies?

Oh, they are small snacks, and
it's pronounced "can-ah-pay."

Can of peas?

No, it...

Are you teasing me?

Yes.

Well, there should
be a waiter somewhere.

I'll see if I can
catch his eye.

Eliza...

Just be patient.

I witnessed a murder.

That's what I'm doing
with your father.

He wants my help
trying to find the killer.

And I think I've found him.

Cheers.

Cheers!

Are you sure it was him?
As sure as I can be.

Do you know his name?
No.

I shall go back in
and ask him.
And say what?

"My friend thinks you're a
murderer-- what's your name?"

Well, I imagine I'll find
a more elegant way to put it.
No.

Let's go and find your father
and bring him here.

It would help his inquiries
if we could at least

tell him
the name of our suspect.

Our suspect?
This has nothing to do with you.

Come on, we're leaving.
Very well.

I'll go find Rupert.

I'm sure his driver will take us
wherever we need to go.

I'll meet you outside.

Fine.

Not a single bloody pheasant
to be seen.

Now, why on Earth he held
a shoot in December,

I'll never know--
the man's a bloody fool.

Well, I can see you
have your mother's charm.

I met her earlier today--
an inspiring lady.

Now, you didn't walk
halfway across this room

to talk to me
about my mother.

Well, as I said,
I believe we have met before.

Well, perhaps

you were just saying that
to...

...gain my attention.

Kindly remove your hand.

Oh, I would do.

If you meant it.

I wonder if you're aware

that the worst bite a person
can receive

is not from a rat or dog,
but a fellow human being.

There are bacteria
in the saliva

that can cause infection,
blood poisoning,

and, in some cases, amputation.

A pleasure speaking to you.

Thomas Harper Jones,
son of Lady Harper Jones

and quite the most obnoxious man
I've ever met.

What, you spoke to him?

We needed to know what kind
of man we were dealing with.

We?!

My father is under

an awful lot of strain
at the moment.

It would be unfair
to waste his time...

...if this is not the man
he seeks.

And it is my belief

that you and I should
investigate the matter further

before telling him anything.

Agreed?

For God's sakes, Lizzie,
what were you thinking?

It was my fault--
I wanted to find out his name.

If I had known she had taken
William to the party,

I would never have said
anything, but I...

We'll get to that,
believe me.

Are you sure
it was him?
Certain.

And you've told no one else
of this?

Just Eliza.

The Harper Jones family
are rich and influential,

with powerful friends.

It is vital
this stays between us for now.

Might I suggest...
No.

You don't know what I was
going to...
Yes, I do.

It's late.

We will talk of this tomorrow.

Go with Ivy--
she'll show you to your room.

Lizzie, wait.

I'm tired of arguing.
Yes, as am I.

Look, I know you wish
to follow in my footsteps.

But, as I have told you
before,

it is impossible.

So, instead, I'm to spend
the rest of my days

drinking tea with the dullest
people known to humanity.

Life's hard enough already,
Lizzie.

Don't get involved
with this.

Please.

Good day, Mrs. Parker!

Good morning.

Ooh, good morning,
Mrs. Parker.

Miss Scarlet.

Thank you for coming
at such short notice.

I confess
to being pleasantly surprised

to receive your invitation
for a walk.

Yesterday, you seemed
somewhat disinterested.

I was merely concentrating,
that was all.

I didn't want to miss
any pearls of wisdom.

Rupert tells me you had
a most pleasant evening.

I would not be surprised
if he calls on you again.

I certainly hope so.

It was a splendid
evening, indeed.

Speaking of which,

I wondered if I might be so
bold as to make a suggestion.

Oh.

I am sorry to have missed
the festivities last night.

As you know,
I had a prior engagement.

But Miss Scarlet had
the most marvelous time

and insisted on coming
to thank you in person.

How very kind.

My only regret is that you
and I did not find time to talk.

I'd love to hear more about
you and your delightful family.

Your daughter, of course, and,
indeed, your son.

Thomas, I believe?

It would be my pleasure.

- Do please follow me.
- Thank you.

What a charming young lady.

Isn't she?

Is that him?

That's him.

Right, I think it best
you wait here.

He might have seen you
at the party.

What are you going to do?

Tread carefully.

Pickpockets? That's news to me.

I've heard nothing of it.

I'm afraid there's been
a spate

of such incidents
in this very street, sir.

The last incident was,
uh, two days ago.

Early evening,
about 6:00.

Were you, uh,
were you here at that time?

No.

Where were you?

Why does that matter?

Well, sometimes pickpockets
target a gentleman

such as yourself, and follow
him from wherever he's been.

A restaurant, hotel.

If we can establish
a pattern,

it might help us catch them.

I was at my other club.

The Ottoman, on Gray's Inn Road.

I was there all night

and saw nothing untoward
upon my arrival or my exit.

Very glad to hear it.

The, um, the investigation

has taken a rather
sinister turn of late.

We believe one of the thieves

may have murdered
a private detective.

A private detective?
Mm.

Mr. Arthur Wallis-- good man.

Former police officer.

Why is it just me
you're talking to?

Oh, I intend to speak
to all the gentlemen here.

I just happened
to catch your eye first.

And, with my husband away
in the Indies,

Thomas has been running
our affairs in London.

That must be quite
a burden to carry.

Have you noticed any change
in his behavior of late?

Change in his behavior?

Miss Scarlet,

you have done nothing but ask
questions about Thomas.

I would remind you

it was Rupert who accompanied
you last evening.

Forgive me,
I was merely curious.

The study of human nature is
something of a hobby of mine.

- Hm.
- Madam,

your appointment.

Oh, of course--
thank you, Annie.

Oh, ladies,

I'm afraid you must excuse me.

I have numerous appointments

that I must attend to, and as I
am currently without a driver,

I'm having to rely
on hackney carriages,

and I find that they take
an age.

A good driver
is like a good lawyer.

You must hold on
to him at all costs.

Pettifer was exactly that.

He'd been with us for years.

But he and Thomas

had cross words, and
he left the very next morning.

They had cross words?
What about?

We shall take up no more
of your valuable time.

Come, Miss Scarlet.

Oh, forgive me.

I have taken
rather too much tea

and there is a room
I must visit before we leave.

Annie,

show Miss Scarlet
where she needs to go.

This carriage driver,
Pettifer,

the one who argued
with Mr. Harper Jones.

Did you know him?

Yes, ma'am.

Where might I find him?

I was their driver
for years-- whole family.

Jonathan Harper Jones, Thomas's
father, he was a good man.

Unlike his son.

I've known Thomas
since he was a boy.

You could tell he
was a wrong 'un.

Everyone knew it.

As I understand it,

the two of you had cross words
about something.

Yeah.

Well, that was
a few weeks back.

I was, um,

I was bringing the horse and
carriage round the front

of the house to take him
wherever he was going.

And I noticed that Samson--
that's the horse--

I noticed he was lame,
then Thomas,

he come rushing out,
saying he was late

and the horse'd be fine.

I said, "No, sir.

That horse needs
medical attention."

Well, he didn't care,
he was drunk already.

He pushed me out the way,
jumped in the driver's seat,

and rode off;
the next morning,

I noticed the carriage was back
in the stables

still attached
to poor old Samson.

His leg was worse--
it was bleeding badly.

And as for the carriage, well,
it was all bent and buckled.

Poor old Samson, he had,
he had to be destroyed.

That's when I knew I couldn't
work for him no longer.

You believe he hit something
with the carriage?

Or someone.

You say this was
a few weeks ago.

When, exactly?

What on Earth
are you doing?

Don't worry,
I'll, I'll clean it up.

You most certainly will,
young lady.

What are you doing?

I was looking for Father's
old newspapers.

He usually keeps them
for at least a month.

He says they are an invaluable
source of reference.

And did you know, many crimes

are reported to journalists
before the police?

Do you know that you've
a piece

of moldy bread
in your hair?

I've searched the house

and couldn't find
any old papers anywhere.

I wondered if perhaps
they'd been thrown out.

Well, I told him to keep them
at work.

I got fed up with them
cluttering up the place.

I'll ask Thomas Harper Jones
to come in for an interview.

He's probably taken steps
to shore up his alibi,

but the more lies there are,
the more cracks can appear.

What do you think
the connection is

to the dead Mr. Wallis?

I'm not sure-- I'll need
a full statement from you,

outlining everything you saw.

What on Earth...?

What has she done now?

What is it?

"Meet me here. Lizzie."

Where, exactly?

Whoa! Here we go.

There'd better be a damn
good reason for this.

There is, I assure you.

Mr. and Mrs. Samaris

are originally from the island
of Cyprus.

Mr. Samaris doesn't speak
any English,

but his wife
has been good enough

to translate our conversation.

A few weeks ago, Mr. Samaris was
on his way back from work

when he was hit by a horse
and carriage in the street.

It was late, no one was around,
and the carriage didn't stop.

The police were unable
to find the driver,

as you'll have read
in the newspaper article

I left on your desk.

He is crippled.

That is why we went
to the detective.

Arthur Wallis?

Hm.
Exactly.

Mr. Wallis was kind enough
to waive his initial fee.

Payment would be made only

if the culprit was brought
to justice.

And did your husband see the man
that was driving that carriage?

Yes.

He gave a description
to the police,

but they didn't do anything.

He says, "This is the man
in the photograph."

- This photograph.
- Yeah.

Of Thomas Harper Jones.

And it is my belief

that Mr. Wallis found
Harper Jones and confronted him

with the threat of reporting him
to the police.

And that...

...is why
Harper Jones murdered him.

My clever girl.

Five guineas he tried
to charge me.

So I said to him,

"Do you have any idea
who my family is?"

Well, that shut him up.

Thomas
Harper Jones?

What is it now?

I have a few more
questions for you.

Well, it's not
a convenient time.

This is not a request.

Have you finished
your witness statement?

Just checking
for spelling mistakes.

I wish you'd been this dedicated
to your schoolwork.

So, we searched the
Harper Jones' Mayfair residence.

He had the Samaris case file

that Arthur Wallis
was working on.

In it, he names Harper Jones
as a suspect, so,

that, combined with William's
eyewitness account,

may be enough
to secure a conviction.

May be?

He'll have the best lawyers
money can buy.

Nothing's guaranteed.

So... What now?

Um...

Well, we'll arrange
a line-up of suspects.

I'll ask William
to formally...
No, I mean,

what now for me?

Surely this proves
where my abilities lie.

Never, not for one moment, did I
doubt your ability, Lizzie.

You are tenacious,

and resourceful, and every bit

as capable as any man here.

But your opinion remains
unchanged.

My opinion doesn't matter.

It's the rest of the world
that's the problem.

Who knows what will happen
in the future?

But, for now...

This is not the path
that I can follow.

I'm so sorry.

Good morning.

William,
good morning.

I heard you were going back
to college.

I thought I'd come
and say goodbye.

They've agreed to give me
a second chance.

Third, actually.

I was just looking
for some books to take,

but I found this instead.

Hm, I didn't know you had a dog.

Not anymore-- he died.

Do you mind
if I carry on packing?

I have a train to catch.

No, no, carry on.

So, I hear you found
somewhere to live.

Hm, it's a lodging house in...
Stepney?

Your father paid
the first month's rent.

I, I said
I'd pay him back when I can.

Shouldn't be too long,
hopefully.

I've got a meeting with
the recruiting sergeant

this afternoon.

The recruiting sergeant?

I'm thinking about
joining the police.

Your father said he'd put in
a word for me.

You're joining the police?

I still don't know
if I actually will,

but they say
the money's quite good.

God knows what I'll look
like in the uniform.

Oh, this damn thing!

Here, let me.
No, I'm more than capable of
doing it myself, thank you.

Have I upset you?

No, it's just this... dog.

Just this, this,
this stupid, damn dog!

It's not fair, William,
it's not fair.

Please, just...

Stop crying.

Lizzie! Come on, young lady!

You'll be late!

I must be going--
Miss Scarlet.

Are you all right?

Yes-- quite well, thank you.

William?

William!

I need a drink.

I'll get you some water.

I was thinking
more a double whisky.

Oh, what have I gone
and done to myself now?

Here, shh.

You've had us all
so worried, William.

I've been coming every day
to see you,

to sit with you,
hoping you'd wake up.

And now you, and now you have!

Oh, my, listen to me going on--
how are you feeling?

If you'd, if you'd just
let me speak...

It's good to hear your voice,
William.

It's... good indeed!

Can I get you
some more water?

I prefer whisky.

You're not having whisky.

Is this comfortable?

Not particularly,
when you do that.
I'm sorry.

I arrived this morning
to be greeted

by a most pleasant surprise.

Bonjour, Eliza.

I leave you a business
that is thriving

and come back to find it
barely surviving!

I'm in no rush to go back.

That job is everything to you.

Not everything.

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