All language subtitles for Miss.Scarlet.and.the.Duke.S04E04.1080p.PBS.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-WoKE

I'm running this London office
now,

and I can assure you
things will pick up.

I happen to know
that Mr. Nash's

entire staff have deserted you.

Sometimes I do wonder...

If it's all worth it?

This expansion is crippling us.

Someone is going to get hurt.

It's Inspector Wellington.

He's been shot.

William!

I need a drink.

Are you warm enough?

It can get a bit chilly
in here.

Yes, I'm perfectly comfortable,
thank you.

I'll go set the fire.

Ivy, will you please
stop fussing?

I'm not fussing!

I'll go do you some bacon,
eggs, and fried bread.

How does that sound?

Like I'm going to
get extremely fat.

We need to build up
your strength.

Yes, Ivy,
you have been saying that

every day
for the past two weeks.

I'm quite well now,
thank you.

Well enough to go home.

I can't seem to find my bag,
or my notebook, or my gloves.

Your gloves were
in the dining room,

your notebook
by the kitchen sink,

and your bag on the stairs,

which I nearly broke my neck on
this morning.

I've just come downstairs--
I didn't see it.

Because I put them on the table
with the rest of your things,

where you should have
left them last night.

Oh.

Well, thank you.

How is the patient
this morning?

He says he's going home.

Just ignore him, Ivy.

I find that's the best way
to deal with him.

You were told to rest,
William.

And there's no one better
to look after you than Ivy.

Yes, well, I can't just
sit here all day.

No.

You can come to the kitchen
and have breakfast.

Just one rasher, please,
Ivy.

- Ha!

God!

If I'd known what
an appalling nurse you were,

I wouldn't have agreed
to convalesce here.

If I'd known what a
demanding patient you were,

I wouldn't have let you.

Well, unlike you, I can't laze
around like a lord of leisure.

My office won't run itself.

Yes, I can imagine how busy
running a staff of one must be.

I can assure you, William,
that it will not be long

before my office is once again
teeming with employees.

Things are looking up
at Nash and Sons.

Not that he has any sons.

Promise me you'll rest,
and do as Ivy says.

Do I have a choice?

Umm...

No.

Oh, God, that hurts!

Good morning, Clarence.

And a very good morning to you,
too, Miss Scarlet.

You're rather chipper.

You feeling quite well?

Oh, never better.

I arrived this morning
to be greeted

by a most pleasant surprise.

Bonjour, Eliza.

What the hell have you done?!

I leave you a business
that is thriving

and come back to find it
barely surviving!

It's not my fault your men
refused to work for a woman!

Well, from what I hear,
your manner towards them

left much to be desired.

I was trying to run
a tight ship.

Well, congratulations, Eliza,
because you've sunk it.

There were always going to be
some teething problems.

You have no staff.

No clients.

I would suggest that's a little
more than "teething problems."

Things are starting to move
in the right direction.

I have several
potential clients.

There's really no need
for you to be here.

It is my name
above the door

and my reputation
that is being damaged!

So I'm staying in London

until this ship
is back on course!

I assume this is your doing.

I did not ask
Mr. Nash to return.

I merely provided him
with progress reports

whenever he requested them.

And you didn't think to
tell me you were doing that.

He is my superior, Miss Scarlet.

And I did tell him
that things were picking up.

Mm, I admire your optimism,
Clarence.

But I fear we have

different definitions of what
constitutes "picking up."

Where are you going?

I'm going to the Fat Goose,

patronized by the
Metropolitan Police,

half the journalists
of Fleet Street,

and the lawyers of the
Royal Courts of Justice.

When I've oiled
my fellow punters

with copious amounts
of whiskey,

I shall, no doubt, be in
possession of some new cases.

If you'd done me the courtesy
of actually listening

to what I had to say,

you'd know that I have a meeting
with a client this very hour.

A client with money
and influence.

I'll be the judge of that.

Come along.

You have a beautiful home,
Mr. Carter.

All down to my Maisie.

I'm just the one
who paid for it.

We moved in
just over a year ago.

It was hard work,

but we've finally got things
how we like them.

And where were you
living before?

Uh, Leeds.

Moved down to London
to set up a new factory.

I'm in the textile business.

It's good, indeed,
to hear such a success story.

Around here,

it doesn't seem to matter
what money you've got.

It's all about your breeding.

The aristocracy
do not like new money.

I don't care what the toffs
are like with me,

just as long as their wives
treat my Maisie right.

And they do.

They've been very...
accommodating.

Now, that is her way
of saying

they're a bunch of
stuck-up snobs.

Jack!

Will you be wanting tea, sir?

Perhaps later.

Thank you, Stafford.

What is it we can help you with,
Mr. Carter?

Tuesday evening,
we hosted a charity fundraiser

for the committee
Maisie belongs to.

The ladies of the Mayfair
Benevolent Society.

And it was
a roaring success, too.

Almost 100 souls
turned up.

Two hours in, we were robbed.

What was in it?

Nelson's diamond feather,

given to the admiral

by the sultan of Turkey
after the Battle of the Nile.

How did it come
into your possession?

Bought it at auction.

Spent a fortune, too.

Nelson's always been
a hero of mine.

Didn't come from money.

Look what he
made of himself.

Our butler, Stafford,

noticed it was missing
at half past ten.

I was so shocked,
I burst into tears

in front of the whole party.

- I made such a fool of myself.
- No.

You didn't.

Besides,
who cares what they think?

As well as a guest list,

we'll need the names
of your staff

who were working that night.

I've spoken to my household.

Weren't any of them.

It was one of the guests.

I just know it.

Trying to teach me a lesson,
no doubt.

Daring to better myself.

And have you informed
the police?

What, and have all
London society questioned?

They'd resent us even more
than they do already.

There were
100 guests.

Only one of 'em
was a thief.

I want you to find
who stole from me--

discreetly.

And when you do,
I'll pay you handsomely.

Double your fee.

Is there anything
you wish to say?

Well, that was...
promising.

Apology accepted.

It was not an apology.

Go, giddy up!

You apologized?

Well, not in so many words.

Not in any words.

I merely said
it was a promising start.

Double the normal fee.

I'd say that's
more than promising.

It may yet turn out they
arranged the theft themselves

to claim
an insurance payout.

If it was insurance fraud,

they'd have to report the theft
to the police.

Besides, they don't seem to be
short of money,

so I think a simple "well done,
Eliza" might be in order.

I'll save that until
the office is full again.

Your men decided to leave.

I did not make them.

Well, that's not what they said
in their correspondence.

They've been writing to you?

Well, I had hoped the situation
would rectify itself,

which is why
I didn't come back sooner.

But in the end, I had no choice.

Shall we concentrate
on the case?

I shall make some inquiries into
the Carters' household staff.

And I don't care
what Mr. Carter says.

It's more likely to be
a maid with sticky fingers

than some lord
with a grudge.
Mm.

I'll go through
the guest list for the party.

I have a copy of Perceval's
"Peerage and Nobility" at home.

Anyone who's anyone in high
society will be listed in it.

It may give us an idea
of who we're dealing with.

And I shall draw up a contract
for the Carter investigation.

Do you wish to see it
before I send it over?

Yes.
Yes.

Bring it to me when you're done.

I'm not here to make your life
difficult.

I'm here to help.

How long do you intend to stay?

As long as it takes.

I didn't hear you come in.

That's because
you were asleep.

And snoring.

I don't snore.

Ivy will be back soon,
but I can make you something

to eat if you'd like.
Ah...

Can we please forgo the teasing
about my cooking?

It's not teasing-- you nearly
killed me with some eggs once.

Well...

You can't go wrong
with bread and jam.

And no, I did not make either.

Thank you.

So, how was your day?

For the most part, horrible.

You'll never believe
who's back in London.

Patrick Nash?

How do you know that?
Fitzroy.

He told me
during his daily visit.

I think that it's nice
he comes to see you each day.

You'll miss the attention
when you're back at work.

I'm in no rush to go back.

I'm serious.

The whole place
is falling apart.

To be honest, I've considered
not going back at all.

That job is everything to you.

Not everything.

You know,
this has made me realize

that there are other things
in life to consider.

Such as?

The future.

Your future's at Scotland Yard.

I don't think
that's ever been in question.

I'm not talking about work.

You know, the first time we met
was in this kitchen.

It was.

I remember watching you eat--
what was it?

Pork pie?

Smoked ham.

I can still remember
the look of horror on your face.

It wasn't horror,
it was fascination.

I'd never seen anyone
eat like that.

I still haven't.

That woman!

She'd try the patience
of a saint!

Your mother?
Who else?

Don't ask me about her gout.

I don't intend to.

But I'm sure William
would like to hear all about it,

while I have work to do.

Well, it's gone from her
right foot to her left foot.

Red, itchy skin all over
her big toe-- poor thing.

Morning.

I come with good news.

I went through
the list of guests

who attended
the Carters' party,

many of whom were in the
peerage listings in Perceval's,

and I believe I've found
something of interest

about one of the guests.

What kind of background checks
did you do on Jack Carter?

Oh, the usual:
name, address, occupation.

You didn't think to look into
where his money came from?

Textiles, as he said.

He owns a number of factories.

Which he bought
with the profits

from his original business.

Will you please just tell me
what's happened?

I went to see Carter's servants.

All were terrified
by the mere suggestion

they would have stolen from him,
but none would say why.

So, I did some digging.

It seems Mr. Carter
is from the most notorious

crime family
in the North of England.

Murder, extortion,
gun running.

All of which
you would have known,

had you done
your due diligence,

which, of course,
you couldn't

because you've lost
my entire staff!

They'd have researched
this Carter thug properly

and told you
to keep well clear.

Last night, I sent a telegram
to Mr. Carter

saying we were unable
to take his case

due to prior commitments.

Mr. Nash...
Just a moment!

This morning you and I
will sit down

and make a new
plan of action,

and then once we're through
with that...

Mr. Nash.

Apologies for
the interruption.

I do hope you are not busy.

I received your telegram.

It caused me some confusion,
so I thought it best to come

and talk to you in person.

Mr. Carter, if I...

No need to explain.

I can guess what's happened.

Just allow me to say my piece.

My wife and I
were the victims of theft.

There was a time when I would
have dealt with this myself.

But I've promised her that we
will deal with this in a manner

that is calm and civilized,

as any gentleman
might do.

I'm sure there are many other
investigation agencies

that would gladly
take your case.

Where I come from,
once you give your word,

you don't go back on it.

So, for the
avoidance of doubt,

you will take this case
and you will find my jewel.

If we cannot?

Then I will hold you
personally responsible.

Oh, and you'll do it
for free.

As compensation for the insult
to my character.

Not... a... word.

We need to find that thief.

And what will Mr. Carter do
once you find him?

That had not yet occurred to me,
Clarence,

but thank you for making
a dire situation

even more unsatisfactory.

We are where we are.

So let's just do our best
and try and solve the case.

Agreed?

You mentioned you'd found
something of interest.

Indeed I did.

The diamond feather
was put up for auction last year

by Admiral Nelson's family.

From what I gather, they did so
somewhat reluctantly,

due to falling on hard times.

They've been forced to sell
many of the family's

prized possessions.
Precisely.

As I was going through the list
of guests

who attended the Carters' party,
I came across a Lord Fallon.

He and his wife are patrons
of a charity

that help retired sailors
from the Royal Navy.

Turns out

Lord Fallon has a link
on his mother's side

to Admiral Horatio Nelson.

Fallon is Nelson's
cousin?

Which gives him motive
and opportunity

to claim back
a treasured family heirloom.

Hmm.

We should pay him a visit.

We should.

But we'll need a cover story.

My wife and I have always been
patrons of the arts.

It was her idea that we come
to take tea with you,

Lord and Lady Fallon,

and that we might learn more
of your own charitable works.

It is always a pleasure
to welcome new benefactors.

Thank you for considering us.

She is such a selfless person.

She's always thinking of others.

Do not listen
to my dear husband.

It is he who thinks of all
but himself.

Never was there a, a kinder,
more honorable man.

You are newly arrived
in London?

I do not believe our paths
have crossed before.

We have, until recently,
been in the West Indies,

where we have
some business interests.

But we have, I believe,
some mutual acquaintances.

A Mr. and Mrs. Carter.

They are friends of yours?

Business acquaintances.

I hear the Carters' charity ball
was a roaring success,

although ended in
somewhat sad circumstances.

Mm.
The theft.

It was a shame indeed.

Poor Mrs. Carter had put much
work into the event,

and for it to end
in such a way...

She made a damn fool
of herself.

Dearest.
What?

She did.

That husband of hers
is no better.

Uncouth, the pair of them.

Perhaps this is not
the time nor the place...

Do not presume to tell me

what I can and cannot say

in my own home, madam.

Perhaps we might return

to this donation you mentioned.

Uh, your charity is,
I believe,

in support of the elderly
and infirm sailors

of the Royal Navy.

That is correct.

Which is apt,
given your connection

to the greatest hero
this country's ever seen:

Admiral Horatio Nelson.

Goodness.

Well, in that case,

the theft of the
admiral's diamond feather

must have dismayed you
more than most,

given it's practically
a family heirloom.

I'd hardly call
a distant cousin family.

And as for the theft,
I know exactly who stole it.

Who?
Who?

We do love a little gossip
now and then.

Baroness Weichmann.

Dreadful woman-- always
scratching around for handouts.

I heard she was trying to

pay for her passage
back to Prussia.

Riddled with debts, that one.

This Prussian baroness
is worth a visit.

Fallon clearly
loathes the woman.

He strikes me as someone
who likes very few,

including his own wife.

Did you see the bruises
on her neck?

It was him, no doubt.

Why are you looking
at me like that?

We didn't want to disturb you,
sir.

You looked so peaceful.

Like a little boy.

I don't need your help,
thank you.

Yes, sir, sorry, sir.

He's always like this
when he first wakes up.

I'll go and fetch
some tea and cake.

No cake, Ivy.

Nonsense.

If I don't get out of here soon,
I'm going to run to fat.

Well, whatever Ivy's feeding
you, it's doing you good.

Each day, you look
a little better.

Yes.

On that, Oliver, you don't have
to visit me every day.

But I look forward to it, sir.

Unless you'd prefer I didn't?

Of course not.

So...

Important day.

Yes, sir.

The American Embassy awaits.

I want this secondment
more than anything.

It's quite the opportunity.

New York!

Imagine that.

And an ocean between
you and your father

has its benefits,
no doubt.

Never occurred to me.

I have to make a speech
to the ambassador's staff.

I hoped to share it with you.

My advice is, don't bore them.

Make it short and to the point.

My thoughts exactly, sir.

We could not believe it
when we heard you were looking

to sell your splendid estate,
Baroness,

since my wife and I are eager
to buy in this area.

Yes, how did you hear of it?

Oh, Lord Fallon mentioned it
in passing.

Mm-hmm.

I'm a keen horsewoman,
and, uh, it's so very rare

to find such a grand house
in the middle of London...

Mm-hmm.
...with stables to boot.

Well, it was not my intention

to let things fall
into such disrepair.

Expensive to upkeep, too,
I'd imagine.

How much exactly
were you looking to offer?

Oh, finance is my husband's
department, Baroness.

Mmm.

I rarely understand it
and find it quite tiresome,

and said very much the same
to my great friend

Mrs. Maisie Carter
just the other day.

Oh, you know the Carters?

I say "friend."

Given the chasm
between our social standing,

she is perhaps more of
an acquaintance.

But my heart
does go out to her.

Did you hear about the theft
of their diamond feather?

Madam?

You have a visitor.

I do apologize,

but I must see to my guest.

Let us carry this negotiation on
some other time.

My maid will let you know
when I'm next available.

Good day.

Baroness.

Patrick...

Do you know him?

Mr. Gibson...

He's a dealer.

In what?

Stolen art and jewelry.

Clarence.

I need information
on a second-rate art dealer.

A Mr. Gibson.

I think you ought
to see this first.

Who sent this?

I don't know.

There's no name or signature.

It must have been posted when
I went out to buy my luncheon.

"The diamond feather you seek
can be found

in Lord Fallon's writing desk."

I was in the middle
of my speech,

just getting into my stride,
and they told me to stop.

Whiskey, Ivy.

I tried to put my case
forward,

but they dismissed me
out of hand.

It was a
golden opportunity.

In New York, I could have been
anyone I wanted to be.

No one there knows me
or who my father is.

It could have been
a fresh start.

Did they give a reason?

Lack of experience, apparently.

It sounds like they're hoping
for someone

with more years of service,
such as yourself, sir.

Are you trying to
get rid of me, Detective?

Oh, of course not, sir.

You can always apply
again next year.

Just, just be patient.

You're right, sir.

You're always right.

I'd best get back.

The files keep rolling in

and I don't want Phelps
to accuse me of shirking.

Thank you, Miss Woods.

- Pleasure, Detective.

Oliver?

You're a good copper.

Don't forget that.

Thank you, sir.

That boy thinks
the world of you.

You'll make a good father.

Would you like family
of your own one day?

Can I speak my mind?

Will I need another whiskey?

Mm-hmm.

Given what you've
just been through,

I'm sure you don't need me
to tell you this,

but life is short--
don't waste it.

I don't know what happened

between you and Arabella,

but I can take a good guess
at the reason why it ended.

So don't you think
it's about time you told her?

Told who?

I bribed one of the maids
as she was leaving.

Housekeeper
has the night off

and the Fallons are due
to go to the theater.

So, once they've left,
the house will be empty.

It can't be this easy,
can it?

A note just
miraculously tells us

where the diamond feather
is hidden.

Well, we have to
at least investigate.

Besides, Lord Fallon strikes me
as a man with plenty of enemies.

Speaking of notes,

what did your men say about me
in their letters?

I think it's best just
to leave that be.

And, for the record,
it was not your fault.

Thank you, Patrick.
It was mine.

I should never have left you
in charge.

What?!

Hup.

What do you mean you should
never have left me in charge?

This is not the time.

Let's find his desk.

See if the note was right.

Your men resigned because they
didn't want to work for a woman.

I didn't dismiss
a single one of them.

Apart from Matthews?

He was taking
three hours for lunch.

And Simpson?
I didn't care
for his manner.

But aside from those two,
I bear no responsibility.

And Peters?
Fine.

I did dismiss some of them,
and I don't regret it.

Good, 'cause they told me
they would have left anyway.

What?
Well, don't shoot
the messenger.

Someone's coming.

This way.

Shall I have a look?
See who it is?

Do what you want--
you always do anyway.

This is no time to sulk!

I'm not sulking!

Ah.

If the diamond feather
was in Fallon's desk,

someone else has it now.

What time did you
come home last night?

I wasn't aware
you were my father.

I had, uh, I'd hoped to speak
to you, that's all.

About what?
If this is about you going home,

you're not well enough yet.

No, it's not that.

Oh, I know what it is.
No, you don't.

But if you would just
listen for a moment...

It's Detective Fitzroy,
isn't it?

He's told you who my client is--
I do not need you lecturing me

about my safety, William.
Eliza, will you please,

for once, just listen to what
I have to say?

Why? Who is your client?

Are you in danger?

Now's not the time, William.

I really must be
getting to work.

If Lord Fallon did steal
the diamond feather,

then who stole it from him?

And we still need
to find out

who sent the anonymous
letter.

Agreed.

How curious-- we're halfway
through the morning,

and there's yet to be
a cross word between us.

It's still early, Patrick.

I have a list of dealers who
trade in stolen luxury goods,

but I'm yet to find anything
on a Mr. Gibson.

Leave it with me.

I have an idea
where we might find him.

Mr. Gibson, isn't it?

Who wants to know?

I'm a colleague
of Inspector Wellington.

I believe you once
assisted him on a case.

I've never heard of him.

Oh, really?

I must be mistaken.

Perhaps I should go
and fetch him.

Uh, now, come to think of it,
I do remember the inspector.

I thought you might.

So, how can I help you?

What's your business
with Baroness Weichmann?

I've never heard of her.

I saw you meet her
at her stables.

Oh.

She's requested your help

to sell a stolen artifact,
perhaps.

I can assure you,

I trade only
in legitimate goods,

sold with full provenance.

Well, that's curious,

since Inspector Wellington
was quite sure that you did

indeed trade in stolen goods.

Perhaps I should go
and fetch him after all,

to clear this muddle up.

Well, the, the baroness has
offered no stolen goods.

But I do pay her
a small commission

to bring me
wealthy ladies looking

to sell their possessions--
discreetly.

Often without the knowledge
of their husbands.

And has the baroness
earned her commission

and provided you
with any clients?

I've got a meeting with one
of them today at noon.

Who might this lucky lady be?

Her name's Fallon.

Lady Emily Fallon.

He assured me he'd come to the
office immediately

after his meeting
with Lady Fallon

and confirm what it was
she wishes to sell.

Do you trust him?

Not remotely.
Nevertheless,

it's the best lead
we have.

Agreed.

Can you stop agreeing
with me?

It's most disconcerting.

Good afternoon.

It's Mr. Stafford,
isn't it?

We have visitors.

Yes, thank you, Clarence.

Nice to see you again,
Miss Scarlet, Mr. Nash.

So sorry to turn up
without an appointment.

We were just on our way
to luncheon round the corner.

Jack's taking me to Gilbert's.

And as we were passing,
I thought

why not drop in and get
an update on the case?

Please be assured

it has our full attention,

and as soon as we have
any developments,

you'll be the first to know.

Hm.

Stafford,

take Mrs. Carter
to the carriage.

So nice to see you again.

Mrs. Carter.

Word has got back to my family
that someone has stolen from me.

My brothers are dining out
on how funny that is.

And I don't like to be
laughed at, Mr. Nash.

Yes, I can see that.

So, you're gonna tell me
everything

you've found out so far.

We're still following up on
different lines of inquiry.

I want names,
and addresses, and...

Jack! We're going to be late.

Just coming, my darling.

You've got one more day.

I'm going to the market.

I'll pick you up some nice
pork chops for your dinner.

Ivy...

Do you have any writing paper?

Top drawer, right-hand side.

You'll find a pen in there, too.

Mm-hmm.

Convey my...

Convey?

For God's sake.

Our only lead is this
crooked art dealer.

And if he's let us down,

tomorrow we'll face Carter
empty-handed.

If his meeting with Lady Fallon
was at noon,

he should have been here
by now.

Please stop pacing,
you're making me nervous.

Good-- I don't see
why I should suffer alone.

I've brought some lunch!

Not now, Clarence.

Miss Scarlet and I are waiting
for this Gibson fellow,

even though there's a strong
possibility he will not show.

If he doesn't,
it's not my fault.
All of this is your fault.

Does this Mr. Gibson
wear spectacles?
Yes.

And possess an abundant
head of hair?

Yes.

And does he have a somewhat
pained expression,

presumably due
to a nervous disposition?

Yes.
Yes.

Hm-- he's outside.

You took your time.

You have news on Lady Fallon?

She's seeking to finance
a divorce from her husband.

She got rooms
at the Brabham Hotel.

Marlborough Suite.

Wants to meet there later,
give me what she has to sell.

What exactly is it
that she wants to sell?

Admiral Nelson's
diamond feather.

It's possible that Lord Fallon
did steal the jewel

from Mr. Carter, but then what?

Lady Fallon stole it
from her own husband?

Hm, perhaps.

But we still need to find out
who sent the anonymous note.

As requested,
I checked at the Brabham.

The Marlborough Suite is indeed

where Lady Fallon regularly
visits.

But the rooms are not paid for
by her or her husband.

Well, who does pay for them?

Jack Carter.

So Lady Fallon and Carter

are having an affair?

Does that make sense to you?

Very little surprises me
anymore.

I'm going to take another look
at Carter's file,

see if I can make any other
connection to the Fallons.

Eliza.

William, what are
you doing here?

You should be at home, resting.

Yes.

I wanted to speak to you.

I did attempt to this morning.

Sorry, you just make me nervous
when you start to question me.

But it was about
my current investigation.

No, it's about something
else entirely.

Something that I need
to get off my chest.

But as a man ill at ease with
getting things off his chest,

I thought the best thing might
be to, um...

To...

Gibson's just sent a message.

He's meeting
Lady Fallon at 4:00.

Well, that's in 20 minutes.

Mr. Nash is hailing down
a cab.

Um...

This can wait-- you go.

Well...

Given you're clearly
feeling a little better,

perhaps dinner this evening?

I'll make a reservation
at Gilbert's.

We'll talk then.

I'll be home by 8:00, I promise.

You are in love with her.

Unless you can
convince me otherwise.

Well, I wish you luck.

And I say this out of
friendship, not malice.

Eliza's ambition
will outweigh everything,

even her feelings for you.

Nothing will ever be enough
for her.

Certainly not the future
you envisage.

Lady Fallon?

We know you have
the diamond feather.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

You kept it hidden here.

And this is where you
plan to sell it.

No, no, don't!

Myself and Emily-- Lady Fallon--

we met through the
Mayfair ladies' society

and found we were both as
unhappily married as each other.

Funny, innit?

My husband wants to be accepted
by the likes of Lord Fallon.

A man who beats his wife
when he's had one too many.

You needed money to fund
a divorce,

so you stole
the diamond feather.

It was me who stole it.

I wanted to help Emily, but
I also wanted to punish Jack.

I never even wanted
to move to London.

I was happy where we were.

Where we both grew up.

We belonged.

And all I've had since
I've come

to this city
is rejection and contempt.

And Emily's the only one who's
ever shown me any kindness.

After the party, my husband had
had too much to drink,

and when Maisie saw my bruises,
she was upset.

She was meant
to give me the jewel,

but instead, she put it
in my husband's desk

and sent you the note.

I hoped you would
tell Jack

and he would deal with Fallon
once and for all.

With any luck,

Emily wouldn't have to suffer
the humiliation of a divorce

and instead she would
be a widow.

My husband is,
oh, he is many things.

But I did not want his death
on my conscience.

So you stole it back
from the desk.

If you tell Jack
any of this...

Well, God knows
what he'll do to me.

To both of us.

What do we tell Carter?

We can't tell him the truth,
that's for sure.

But if we don't hand them over,
Carter will come after us.

And I know it's selfish
of me,

but I'd very much like
to carry on living.

What is it?

Carter's a wealthy man.

He could live anywhere
in the country,

and yet he chose to move
to London,

to join gentlemen's clubs
and mix with lords and ladies.

Why would he do that?

Why are we discussing
this now, exactly?

The answer is because
he wants to belong.

Is this you formulating
a plan?

If so, I do hope my survival
is factored into it.

I never doubted you
for a minute.

Now tell me.

Who took it?

Neither myself
nor Miss Scarlet

will be giving you
that information.

We've returned what is stolen,
which is an end to the matter.

I will ask once more.

And it will be the last time
I do so politely.

We're more than aware of
the threat you pose, Mr. Carter.

Making people disappear is a
speciality of yours, I believe.

A publican in Leeds.

A dock worker in Hull.

There are others, too--
it's all in here.

You can keep this.

We've made numerous copies
of the same documents.

They're currently in a secret
location and will be released

should any harm come to myself
or Mr. Nash.

You think the police don't
know this already?

A bunch of rumor and hearsay?

If there were any evidence,
I'd be in prison.

Well, it's not the police
we'd send it to.

It's the guests
who attended your party.

You chose to move to London,

to mix amongst the great
and the good.

Like your hero, Admiral Nelson,
you wish to rise

to the very top of society.

But that will never happen
if they know who you really are.

Rumor and hearsay have destroyed

greater men than you,
Mr. Carter.

However,

it's our wish that your
reputation remain intact,

and that none of those you wish
to impress learn any of this.

We will, of course,
be expecting our fee.

Or, rather,
double our fee, as agreed.

Splendid.

Well, then, we shall bid you
good day-- Mr. Nash?

Oh, I wish you'd been
there, Clarence.

Carter didn't stand a chance.

To getting double our fee!

That is quite something,
Miss Scarlet-- well done.

Thank you, Clarence.

That may be the first compliment
you've ever given me.

Oh, well!

I shall endeavor not to make
a habit of it.

If you'll excuse me,

I'll go and add our latest fee
to the balance sheet.

Of all those who wrote
to me about you,

Clarence was the
most complimentary.

Well, as complimentary
as he can ever be.

It's just a shame
my men didn't...

We're having a moment of
harmony, Patrick.

Please do not ruin it.

I was going to say,
it's just a shame

my men didn't see you
as I do.

As an exceptional detective

and a remarkable woman.

I should have stayed here
until you'd settled in.

So, I must take
some responsibility

for what happened.

Perhaps there were times where

I was a little high-handed
with your men.

What say we start again?

We'll hire new staff.

I'll fund it with the money
from the Paris branch

and stay until things
are running smoothly.

And we'll make Nash and Sons
great once more.

With your brains

and my good looks,
I mean, how can we fail?

Oh, no.

Sorry, Patrick, I must go.

Thank you.

William?

Where are you going?

You're not well enough
to go home yet!

I'm not going home.

I've been to see the super
and he's agreed.

I'm going to New York.

I'm taking the secondment.

For a year?

For a year.

Well...

This is because I was late
for dinner?

No.

This is because I love you.

It's a rare occurrence

that I cause you
to be speechless.

Perhaps I should tell you
that I love you more often.

Well, you, you love me,
and yet you're leaving?

Something has to change, Eliza.

Perhaps for you,

perhaps for me.

This will, uh, give us the time
to consider our options.

I, I don't understand.
Yes, you do.

If we are to be together,

then I cannot remain
at Scotland Yard

with you a private detective.

Nor can I be around you anymore
without,

without being with you.

You have put me
in an impossible situation.

So, this is my fault?

Yes.

This isn't goodbye.

It's goodbye for now.

You've not spoken
of Inspector Wellington

since he's been gone.

You're clearly upset and angry
with him.

I'm not upset,
nor am I angry.

If you are to run this agency,

you must first and foremost
be a businesswoman.

I'll not be returning
to Paris

until you convince me
you understand this.

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