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[jaunty music]

-Once again, I'm most grateful

you've given me your precious
time so that I may explain

a little more about my
profession

and how it may interest
the ladies of your group.

-It is not a group, Miss Scarle.

Group is a noun that
conveys neither the purpose

nor the quality of our membersh.

We are a cultural society.

The Bloomsbury
Ladies Cultural Society.

-Duly noted, Mrs. Parker.

As I was saying,

I would like to give a lecture
to your cultural society

revealing the fascinating
world of the private detective,

brought to life with stories
from my own case book.

[clock ticks]

My intention is to
inspire you ladies.

I don't wish to sound boastful,

but I am the only female
detective in London.

-Which is no doubt the reason
for the calibre of your clients.

-The calibre of my clients?

-It is our understanding
that you are engaged

by the desperate and impoverishd

who cannot afford to hire
your male counterparts.

-I can assure you
I've had many clients

who are neither of those things.

-Perhaps not, but I would wager
that those clients had cases

that were deemed too lowly
to be taken on elsewhere.

-You are suggesting I'm
regarded as somehow second rate.

-I'm merely pointing out
that if we endorse you,

it may have implications for
the reputation at the society.

[plucky music]

-I completely understand Mrs. P.

Once a reputation is lost,
it's so very hard to get back.

Which is why you can
rest assured, Mrs. Forbes,

that I will revealed to no one

the real reason
your son left the Navy.

-How dare you!

-And you have my word, Mrs. Woo,

that it will not be
from me that others hear

of your late husband's
gambling debts,

which are, I believe, only
exceeded by the money

he owed to the
brothels of Canning Town.

[women gasp]

[door opens]

-So?

How did it go?

[door slams]

[theme music]

[man snoring]

[bells ringing]
[mysterious music]

-Where is he?

This goes no further.

Understood?
-Understood.

[water dripping]

-Fitzroy.

Get up.

I said get up!

Look at the state of you, man.

[water splashes]

[Fitzroy gasping]

Look at me.
Fitzroy, look at me.

How many fingers?

-Four.

No, it's three.
It's three. It's three.

-Is that a guess?

-No.

I want you to listen
carefully, Detective Fitzroy.

I don't give a damn what
you do in your private life,

but when you're on duty,
you turn up on time

in a fit state to work.

Now, I have been ordered to turu

into a competent
detective and, God help me,

you will toe the line
and do as you're told.

Is that understood?

Good.

Clean yourself up, man.

[cell clanks]

-I could tell them until
I was blue in the face

that I'm hired on merit,

but would it make a difference?

Of course not.

Yes, I have taken on a few cases

which are not
paying the full going rate,

but to suggest that
it's because I'm a woman

and somehow desperate
is simply not true.

Is it, Hattie?

-Absolutely not true at all.

Although-

-Although?

-Although perhaps you
should not have upset

my aunt like that.

You do not want to
make an enemy of her.

-I've suffered
your aunt's wrath before

and lived to tell the tale.

-Yes, but this is different.

You embarrassed her
in front of her ladies

at the cultural society.

Her very best friends.

-I suppose it's nice to hear
that she actually likes somebod.

-Oh no, she loathes them.

But you must be on your guard, .

My aunt does
have friends in high places

and mark my words,
she will seek revenge.

[mischievous music]

-Do any of these friends in
high places wear top hats?

[door opens]

-I do not know a Mrs. Parker.

I have come to see you
on my own volition.

-Oh, well in that case,

how may I help you, Mr. Swab?

-I am a partner at Swab and Dur.

An insurance firm based in Holb.

We provide cover for
the lives and properties

of our clients, protecting them

from all these slings and
arrows that life may throw.

In return for a monthly fee,

they receive an insurance
policy, which means-

-I believe I understand

how the insurance
industry works, Mr. Swab.

What is it I can do for you?

-Last night, an item
of considerable value

was stolen from one
of our policy holders.

A sketch of the Ascalafa
Orderata or black witch moth

drawn from life on the
Galapagos Islands in 1835.

-During Darwin's voyage.

-Most of the Galapagos sketches

were drawn by the expedition's
artists, Conrad Martens,

but this was by
Charles Darwin himself.

As you can imagine,
the value of his artwork

has soared since his
death earlier this year.

And as such, we are facing
a significant payout.

-Just to be clear, I will be
charging the full going rate.

-I would expect nothing less.

[mischievous music]

-Good.

So, tell me, Mr. Swab,

where was this sketch stolen?

[carriages rumble]

-So there's no sign of forced e,

and no other exhibits stolen.

Whoever did this knew what
they were looking for,

but why go to the bother
to take the sketch

out of the frame?

What does this tell you?

When I ask a question,

I expect an answer,
Detective Fitzroy.

-Yes, Sir, um...

-You must learn to analyse a cre

and that involves more
than just taking notes.

Start using your initiative, ma?

-The fact that they didn't takee

means they had time.

There was no panic to
snatch and grab, Sir.

-Good.

What was it called again?

The Moth?

-Ascalafa Orderata.

Found in Central and South Amer.

It's believed by some native cus

to be a harbinger of
death and destruction.

-Miss Scarlet.

-Inspector Wellington.

-I take it this isn't a coincid.

-I've been hired by the insurany

to investigate the theft
of the Darwin sketch.

-And what do they think I'm doi?

-This may come as a surprise,
Inspector Wellington,

but myself and my client
did not discuss you.

-We're done here.

We have other
lines of inquiry to pursue.

-Such as?

-Am I to understand that you're
asking for my help already?

-I'm merely
making polite conversation. -[s]

-[scoffs]

-Although, given the circumstan,

I can see how that
can be misconstrued.

After all we are in
competition, are we not?

[mischievous music]

The owner of the museum
is Hannah Garret.

Where would I find her?

-Is this another request for hep

or are we still making
polite conversation?

Detective Fitzroy.

-Sir, are you and her-

-No.
And your handwriting's illegibl.

[mysterious music]

-I'm afraid we are closed
for the day.

We'll reopen in the morning.

-Miss Garret?

-Yes.

-My name is Miss Scarlet.

I'm here on behalf of your insu.

It's standard practice
for an insurance company

to carry out their own investig.

-And they sent a woman?

-Meaning?

-You would be better
placed to gain my trust.

Do they really suspect me of
stealing the sketch myself?

-I was sent, Miss Garret,
for no other reason

than I'm good at my job.

As I'm sure are you.
[mysterious music]

-I am sorry if I was rude.

I run the museum on my own

and it is an all-consuming vent.

It can make me tired
and somewhat cynical.

-So, tell me about the theft.

-It happened overnight.

There was no sign of a break-in,

nothing else was taken.

Whoever stole it,
knew the truth of the matter.

That the sketch was the only
thing of real value here.

-And how did you come
to own the Darwin sketch?

-I attended a lecture he gave

at the Royal Institution
a few years ago.

I asked him a question on
the inherited characteristics

of the black witch moth.

He was so modest, he admitted
that he did not know.

But two weeks later,
a package arrived

with a letter answering my quesn

and the sketch he'd
drawn on the Galapagos.

Thomas was furious.

-Thomas?

-My husband, Thomas Dashwood.

-The naturalist?

He has an impressive reputation.

[mysterious music]
-Mm.

He used to encourage
my passion for science,

but as my knowledge grew,
so did his displeasure.

He wanted a pupil, not a partne.

When I set up the museum,
he resented me for it.

-Erm, but you go by your
maiden name of Garret?

You're divorced.

-Separated.

I would divorce, but the cost,

both financial and otherwise,

let's just say
it is a high price to pay.

-So where will I find your husb?

[papers rustling]

-Careful with that!

Just one of those is worth
more than your yearly wage.

-Sorry, Sir.
There's a lady here.

-Mr. Dashwood.

My name's Eliza Scarlet.

-Whoever you are,
it is customary to wait

until invited in.

-Sorry, Sir.

-How many times have I told you

that maid must be dismissed.

-Many times.

-Forgive the intrusion,
Mr. Dashwood,

but I hoped you might have
a spare moment to talk.

-[laughs] I most certainly do n.

I'm giving a lecture at
the Royal Institution.

And yet again, I'm behind sched.

Take those out to the carriage.

[man sighs]

-It concerns your wife.

I'm attempting to recover the
Darwin sketch that was taken.

-The sole intention of that womn
is to humiliate and antagonise .

I've already spoken to the polie

and will not explain myself to ,

whoever the hell you are.

-Mr. Dash-
-If you want to speak to me

about my wife, get yourself a l.

You saw yourself in,

you can see yourself out.

-I would say
he's not normally like this,

but that would be a lie.

Who are you exactly?

-I'm a private investigator.

-So, you're good with clues!

Ostentatiously lofty in style.

Begins with the letter B.

A word puzzle.

Makes the day go faster.

That and a bottle of Schnapps.

[laughs roughly]
[coughs]

-Can I get you something?

- Urgh, a new pair of lungs.

[continues coughing]

Thank you. Thank you.

Oh, please sit.

[match lights]

Usually I receive a look of
disdain when I light my pipe.

Never quite sure
whether it is the fact

that I am a lady and smoking

or that I am an
unwell lady and smoking.

Or, it could be just that I'm G!

I've lived here for 50 years,

yet still treated like a foreig.

-I would wager it's all
three of those things.

-Hm.

A female private detective.

Now that is a puzzle.

-Well, I've been employed
by the insurance company

to investigate
Miss Garret's Darwin's sketch.

-Last I heard, my daughter-in-ls
name was still Dashwood.

But if you wish to deal with my,

you will have to have
more assertiveness

than that, young lady.

He is...

-Bombastic.

-I beg your pardon?

-Ostentatiously lofty in style.

Bombastic.

-Bombastic! Yes!

It is a good job you
are here, Miss Scarlet.

You finish it.

My son does not approve of
my penchant for wordplay.

I believe I shall take a nap.

Thank you.

I will have my maid see you out.

[coughing]

[adventurous music]

[street sounds]

-Sorry.

Excuse me.

Hattie.

What on earth is going on?

-I have no idea.

I just popped in to say hello

and I found them waiting outsid.

They keep saying they
found it, they found it.

-They found what?

[people chattering]

-They're all fakes.

-You don't say.

-[laughs]

-And why were they
sent to your office?

-The advert on the bottom
of page five.

-'Stolen: sketch
of the black witch moth

by Mr. Charles Darwin.

A reward of 1,000 pounds is
offered for a safe return

to Miss Eliza Scarlet of
43 Ebery Lane London.'

-It wasn't me who placed it.

-The sketch is worth 500 pounds,

yet this offer's twice the amou.

Unless of course Miss Garret

had a sentimental attachment to.

Perhaps it was her
that placed the advert.

-I doubt she has that kind of m.

And even if she did,

why I use my address
and not the museums?

She's not my client,
the insurance company are.

-Which is curious in itself.

-What is?

-That the insurance
company would hire you.

Must be a reason.

-Because I'm good at my job.

That's the reason.

-All I meant is that they
may suspect Miss Garret,

and they hired a woman
to gain her trust.

Where are you going?

-I'm coming with you.

-Where am I going?

-To reception.

I sent a message to someone
we need to question.

He should have arrived by now.

-Eliza, do I need to remind you

that this is
my place of work, not yours?

Who is it anyway?

-A journalist at the
Illustrated Police News.

Basil Sinclaire.

-Please God, not him.

-The advertisement
was placed anonymously.

We received a letter
containing only the wording

and the required date of public.

-When was this?

-Yesterday in the evening post,
a little before six o'clock.

As chief correspondent, my
editor, Mr. Smythe, came to me.

"Basil," he said, "no one
knows more of Mr. Darwin

and the natural sciences than y.

You must help the police
in their hour of need."

-So, the advert was placed
before the robbery happened?

-My heart soars at the prospect
of our esteemed publication

being centre stage of such
an intriguing mystery.

-It's not a mystery, Mr. Sincla.

It is a theft.

There will be a perfectly
rational explanation to all of .

-Stolen artwork from the
great Charles Darwin himself,

Scotland Yard forced yet again

to turn to the lady detective.

-Miss Scarlet's not
working for Scotland Yard.

-I've been hired
by the insurance company

who wish to carry out
their own investigation.

-My dear Miss Scarlet, I fear
you may have proved my point.

Is it not precisely due to a
lack of faith in the police

that you were hired
in the first place?

I am something of an expert

in the workings of
the insurance industry.

-Mr. Sinclaire, you must
be an incredibly busy man

given your expertise
in so many fields.

[door opens]

-As requested, Sir.

I've been perusing
previous fraud cases.

I secured an address
for that art dealer.

-Art dealer, you say?

-And who might that be?

[inquisitive music]

-Let me ask you a question

and I want you to think very
carefully before you answer.

Are you trying
to make my life difficult?

-Sir?

-Never share your findings in
front of anyone else but me.

Think before you speak.

In fact, better still, don't spl

unless I explicitly tell you to.

You're looking rather warm, Det.

Are you unwell?

-No, Sir.

Perhaps it's the clement weather
we're enjoying at present.

-Take my advice, Detective Fitz.

If you wish to fit in here
stop using words like clement.

-Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.

-Stop apologising every five mi!

Alert my cab that I'll be
going to Bethnal Green.

[door opens]

[door closes]

-Miss Scarlet.

-Detective Fitzroy.

-Well, get to it, man!

-May I offer you some
constructive criticism?

-No.

[mischievous music]

-At times your manner could
be a little more approachable.

Particularly with those
who are your subordinate.

That nice young man
looks like he could do

with the occasional well done.

-Have you ever been anyone's sur
apart from your housemaid's?

-No, but-

-Well, please keep your
constructive criticism to yours.

[door opens]

[door slams]

[door opens]

[door closes]

-This dealer you're going to se,

I'm assuming he's connected
to the black market somehow?

Perhaps someone
with previous convictions

for trading in stolen art.

Good, I'm right.

There's no expression you posses

that I cannot read.

William, I know we're in compet,

but when all is said and
done, we are on the same side.

The side of the law.

-We're on the same side
when it suits you

and I don't trust you
when you sound so noble.

-Whoever placed this advert

knew exactly when the sketch
was going to be stolen.

I'd like to go back to the musem

and speak to Miss Garret again

and I suspect you would too.

We'd save ourselves time
if we shared our resources.

You speak to this dealer,
I'll go to the museum,

and we'll meet up later
to share our findings.

-No.

-Very well.

Then perhaps I'll team up
with our journalist friend

and share my observations with .

And not just about the
case, but wider stories too,

like the time you were drunk ony

and lost your warrant card.

-How the hell do you
find these things out?

-People speak to me.

It's my woman-approachable mann.

[jaunty music]

-Fine.

[door opens]

[carriages clacking]

-[MRS GARRET]
You're being ridiculous!

Why would I do such a thing?

-[MR DASHWOOD] To claim the mony

from the insurance and prop
up your failing business!

-[MRS GARRET] It is not failing!

-There are leaks in the roof,
paint peeling from the walls,

and exhibits falling to pieces!

You cannot afford to run this p,

but you're too stubborn to sell.

I will expose you for what you .

A thief.
[bang]

-Get out!

Now!

[carriages clacking]

[door closes]
[suspenseful music]

[men shouting]
[piano music]

[people chattering]
[door closes]

[bell rings]

-I deal in legitimate works of t

sold with full provenance.

In fact, Inspector, I am insultd
that you would even ask.

-My apologies, Mr. Gibson.

I assumed that a man
with twelve convictions

for handling stolen
goods and three for fraud

might be the right
person to talk to.

-[laughs]That was all in my pas.

I'm a changed man.

-Your last conviction
was six weeks ago.

So perhaps you can think back
through the mists of time

to your criminal past
and come up some names

for me to talk to.

-There's no one
I can think of [laughs].

-All of these things are, uh,

what was your phrase?

Legitimate works of art
with full provenance?

-They are.

-Well, in that case I shall
have to check that is so.

You have to be kept in
custody in the meantime.

-Now I think about it there
is one person comes to mind.

-I thought there might be.

-Yeah, now, this is the man you.

He deals in specialist works of,

like the one that was stolen.

But I don't know his real name.

That's what they call him.

-The Count?

[cheerful piano music]
[people chattering]

[suspenseful music]

[people whispering indistinctly]

[gun cocks]
[dangerous music]

-Why are you following me?

-I wasn't following you.

I lost my way.

-You were watching me in the ta.

Now.

[gun cocks]

Tell me who you are
or I will shoot you in your hea.

-No, you will not.

-Why is that then?

-Because there's a police
officer standing behind you.

-Do you think I'm an idiot?

[gun cocks]

-Yes, since you ask.

[people laughing]

-Was Miss Garret trying to
sell you the Darwin sketch?

-I know nothing of this
sketch you speak of.

But I suggest
you tread very carefully.

-And why is that exactly?

-Because I'm a Buzansky.

My family is one of
the oldest dynasties

in Hungarian nobility.

-Am I supposed to be impressed?

-I'm merely warning you that
I have influential friends.

-I suggest you answer the quest.

Or Inspector Wellington
here will take your leg

and use it for firewood.

-No, Miss Garret was not
selling, she was trying to buy.

But I told her I did not have i.

-That conversation seemed
to take an awfully long time.

-That is because she did
not believe me at first.

She thought I was bargaining.

She had no money to
offer, only a few exhibits

from the museum,
worthless mostly.

The woman is desperate.

So, I told her if I heard
anything, I will let her know.

-And have you heard anything?

-Not a word.

-Getting rather chilly in here,

wouldn't you agree, Miss Scarle?

-Mm.

-I think perhaps the fire
might need a little help.

[the Count scoffs]

-Very well.

I have heard one or two things.

-About Miss Garret?

-About her husband.

They say he pays extremely well.

No questions asked.

You want to find that sketch?

I know where I would be looking.

[door opens]

-I'll go to a Magistrate first g

and get a warrant to
search Dashwood's house.

-Good. I'll meet you there.

-The man's difficult enough
without any added irritation.

-Oh, so I'm an irritation now, ?

-I merely meant it is
better to keep things simple.

You'll wait for me to
contact you with an update

on how the search went.

And that is my
final word on the matter.

Final word.

If I find the sketch,
then I will make sure

that your employees know your
part in the investigation

and you still receive your fee,

unless this is more about your .

-Do you really wish
to talk about ego?

-Sir, there's a Dutch gentleman,

a Mr. Loman waiting
for you in your office.

He'd like to discuss the Darwin.

[door opens]

-Mr. Loman.

-From Loman and Holst,

the company who insured
the stolen picture.

-No, the insurance firm
is Swab and Durstin.

Here.

See, I was visited
by one of the partners.

-I have never heard of such com.

-Describe the man you met.

-Small in stature,
Welsh accent, top hat,

and he had a slight
birthmark on his forehead.

-Whoever he is, he does
not work for my company.

-Well, if you didn't
hire me then who did?

[mischievous music]

[people chattering]

-Why would this man give you a d
for a business that does not ex?

It does not make any sense.

-Hattie, it's always nice to se,

but you really cannot
keep popping in like this.

I'm extremely busy, so-

-It's a very nice card to boot.

The velvet texture,
the subtle but bold embossing.

My father was in the ink busines

and there is nothing that
comes close to my passion

than a well-chosen font.

-Oh, well then,
perhaps you can help me.

I need to find out who
ordered these cards.

[playful music]

Hattie?

-You want me to help you?

You mean like an assistant?

-Yes, if you like.

-I will take you to every
stationers in town, Eliza,

and on the way I shall explain
the twelve types of calligraphy!

-I can hardly wait.

[horse whinnies]
[door knocks]

-Well, what's the matter with h?

-Sir.

-What is it now?

What the hell is this?

-We have a warrant to
search these premises, Sir.

My mother is extremely ill

and you come marching into-

-We were let in by your maid.

-I have said all I have
to say on this matter.

You have no just cause to be he!

-Mr. Dashwood, I would request
that you control your temper, S.

[thump]

Christ.

Fitzroy.

Fitzroy!

-What on earth is going on here?

[sighs]

[door opens]

-Ah, Wellington.
[door closes]

How are we?

-Fine, thank you, Sir.

-How's young Fitzroy getting on?

-Actually, Sir, he's uh-

[clears throat]

he's doing very well.

-Glad to hear it.

The commissioner asked me
to check in on him.

Is he around?

-Not at the moment, Sir.

He is out assisting me on
the Darwin investigation.

-You're happy with his progress?

-He still has a lot to learn,
but yes.

Overall good progress.

-Good.

Glad to hear it.

I'll let his father know.
Keep up the good work.

-I am acting as consultant

to Miss Scarlet's extremely
important investigation

given my considerable expertise

in the business of stationery.

I do not boast when I say

that I have an encyclopaedic kne

of embossing, calligraphy, kern,

and the jewel in the crown of
any calling card, the font!

My particular favourite-
-Miss Parker.

Was this card made on these pre?

-One moment please.

-Hattie, may I ask you
to be more economical

with your conversation?

-Economical?

-Keep quiet.

-We sold a book last week.

-Do you remember who to?

-Mr. Reginald Booth.

[horses whinnying]
[jaunty music]

[keys jangling]

[door opens]

[door closes]

-Inspector Wellington,

I understand
you wish to speak with me.

-I am here on behalf of my
clients, the Dashwood family.

I am their legal counsel,
and as such,

Mr. Thomas Dashwood
has asked me to relay

the sad news of the
passing of his mother.

-My condolences.

-Mrs. Dashwood has
been ill for some time,

so it is not completely unexpec,

but still,
a terrible blow to her son.

-Hmm.

-As you can imagine,
he is stricken with grief

and requests that you desist

from harassing him any further.

-Does he now?

-Furthermore, he has
asked me to point out

that he is a man of wealth

who could fund the most
thorough of legal challenges.

So, I would advise that
any future communications

come directly through myself.

I bid you a good day, Sir.

-Is that a Welsh accent
I detect, Mr. Booth?

-I fail to see the relevance.

-And is it not customary to
remove one's hat when indoors?

-I am a busy man with
many other appointments

to attend, Inspector.

-You offend me, Sir.

Kindly take it off.

[intense music]

-This is quite ridiculous.

My cab is waiting outside.

-Either you take off your hat
or I'll take it off for you.

Hmm.

I believe you know
an associate of mine.

Miss Scarlet?

[dogs barking]

[door closes]

[horse snorts]

[horse whinnies]

[clock chimes]

[footsteps sound]

[suspenseful music]

[wings fluttering]

[keys jangling]

-Well, it seems you are
who you claim to be.

Mr. Reginald Booth,
a solicitor of 28 Westerly Row.

So, tell me why you were
impersonating a Mr. Swab

who works for a bogus insurance?

-I deny any such accusation.

And furthermore would
ask if I am under arrest?

If so, you have failed to menti.

-You're free to go
anytime, Mr. Booth,

just as I am free to
go to the Law Society

and report you for fraud.

-I have worked for the
Dashwood family for some years.

At first for
Mr. Dashwood's late father.

Then latterly
for Mr. Dashwood himself.

I am paid for my diligence
and compliance.

-You mean to do what you're tol?

-I do my best for my clients, y.

-And what interest did
Thomas Dashwood have

in Miss Scarlet?

-It was not Thomas Dashwood
who told me to visit her.

[quiet suspenseful music]

[footsteps creaking]

-The Temple of Karnak...

[horse whinnying]

-So old Mrs. Dashwood
was an intrepid explorer?

-But very much left out
of the history books.

I've done some research
and there's no mention

of her among the otherwise
male archaeology team.

-The lawyer said when
her family married her off

to a rich, much older English h,

he insisted that she stay at hoe

and behave more appropriately.

I can see why she liked you.

Then when her husband died,

she hoped to rekindle her passin

for the natural sciences.

But her son was
a chip off the old block.

He didn't want her
tainting his own career.

-Something that he tried
to inflict on his wife too.

-If Mrs. Dashwood is the one

that got that journalist
Sinclaire involved,

then she clearly
wanted to create a story.

But as yet I can't
quite work out her plan.

-It's a puzzle.

-Ah, it certainly is.

-No, I mean there's a puzzle.

The discovery of the Karnak Kint

was famous for the race to find.

It involved deciphering
maps, hieroglyphic riddles.

How Mrs. Dashwood loved a riddl.

When I met her, she was
trying to complete a word game.

I helped her with a clue.

-Maybe the enigmatic
Mrs. Dashwood died

before her puzzle came to fruit.

It's late.

We should pick this up in the m.

I'll see you home.

-A seven letter puzzle.

-Anagram.

[jaunty music]

-Exactly.

I think I know where
the Darwin sketch is.

[horses trotting]

Am I right in thinking
your mother-in-law

was fond of you, Miss Garret?

-She was the only one in that fy

who ever treated me with kindne.

She came here many times

much to the annoyance of her so.

-Is it possible that
on one of those visits,

she could have taken
a spare set of keys?

Perhaps copied them
and replaced them?

-Are you suggesting that
it was my mother-in-law

who had stolen from me?

-We are, but with a good intent.

-I trust this is not
a tale of kindness.

I know better than most about
the goodness of human nature

from my own philanthropic works.

However, a story of
solidarity and compassion

is rather a difficult sell.

-Well, if you could
just give Miss Scarlet

a moment to explain, Mr. Sincla.

-Mrs. Dashwood's lawyer hired me

using the name of a
bogus insurance company.

-Swab and Durstin.

-Mrs. Dashwood had a fondness
for translation and wordplay.

The name Swab and Dustin is
an anagram for Darwin's bust.

[playful music]

[Sinclaire gasps]
[bust smashes]

[Miss Garret gasps]

-My cup runneth over.

-Mrs. Dashwood hoped this story

would generate
publicity for the museum

to bring in the crowds for you.

-It's a story of a woman
trying to make it in a man's wo.

A female detective
investigating her along the way,

and a cunning trail
laid by a brilliant lady

who wasn't allowed to
be brilliant in life.

-Your mother-in-law wanted
to help you, Miss Garret.

-I do not know what to say.

Tut, tut, tut.

-You need find
no words, Miss Garret,

for Basil Sinclaire
shall find them for you.

-Thank you.

-It's my pleasure.

[horses trotting]

-When the story's published,
[door closes]

Miss Garret will find
business booming.

They'll be queuing out the door.

-Much to her husband's dismay.

Oh, William, I hate to admit it
but you were right.

-[chuckles] Was I?

How so?

-You said it was curious
that the insurance company

would have hired me.

-Come on, let us not dwell on
what I have or have not said.

It never ends well.

-I'm merely pointing out that
what you said was true.

It was only because I'm a woman
that I got the case.

-So?

-So, I want to be hired for
being good at what I do,

not because I wear a bonnet.

-Eliza, there is no
escaping that you are a woman

just like there is no
escaping that I'm a man.

I'm also Scottish,
young enough to say

that I'm still only 30,
old enough to know better,

and these are all things

that I use to my advantage
when it suits.

-How do you use being
Scottish to your advantage?

-Well, there's nothing
like a drunken Scot

to deceive an over confident
idiot at the poker table.

Especially a Glaswegian who
apparently can't hold his wine.

[Miss Scarlet laughs]

-What I'm trying to say
is use what you have

to your advantage, just
like anyone else does,

man or woman.

It's no more complex than that.

So do not make it so.

Right. I must leave.

I don't want to be
stuck with Mr. Sinclaire.

There is something in his manner

that gives me the urge to punch.

[Miss Scarlet laughs]

-Inspector, might I trouble you

for a ride back to the office?

And on the way I can regale you

with my retelling of this
rather delicious story.

[door slams]

[door opens]
[soft music]

-I spoke with your doctor.

He said you'll be fine.

He also said you were lucky.

Your heart rate
was dangerously erratic.

That could kill you
if it happens again.

I didn't tell him my suspicions

as to what might have caused it.

-Collapsing in front of a
suspect was unforgivable, Sir.

I assume you are going to
inform Superintendent Monro

of my behaviour.

-And why would
I do that exactly, huh?

Anything that you do, it is
me who has to answer for it.

It's me whose head is on the bl.

-In his quest to make
something of his son,

my father has sought help in
a long line of institutions.

Among them, his old boarding sc,

and then his beloved Sandhurst

and even a short spell in the N.

-And how did they fare?

-I was relentlessly bullied

and they only served to
cement my father's opinion

that I am an
embarrassment to our family.

-And the police force
is, unfortunately for me,

his last hope?

-It is a burden indeed to know

that your own father despises y.

And the opium has gone some way

in providing me with some relie.

-All I had growing up was a
daily beating in the workhouse.

We all have our scars, Fitzroy.

If it's sympathy you're
after, don't look to me.

-Of all the men whose
command I've been under,

you are the most decent
man of all of them.

And that is why I will
do whatever it takes

to make you proud of me, Sir.

-So, what do you suggest?

-Put me on administration duty,.

I'd be good at that.

I'm extremely organised.

I know I can be a decent detect.

I just need some time
to learn the basics.

-Well, that's a decision then.

You come in on time, ready to w,

and we'll take it from there.

-Thank you, Sir.

I will not let you down.

-There's one more thing, Detect.

-Yes, Sir?

-Get a bloody haircut.

-Consider it done, Sir.

[children laughing]

[carriages rumbling]

-Miss Scarlet!

-Mrs. Parker.

What a nice surprise.

-Never have I been so
humiliated in front of my ladie.

What you did was unforgivable.

-And I'm sorry for it.

My intention was not to humilia.

But I did not throw the first s.

-And the accusations
you made, abhorrent!

-Accusations based on truth.

-I will use every ounce of
my influence to destroy you

and your little private
investigation business.

I will have my retribution
to my full satisfaction

and see you ruined, Miss Scarle.

These and other thoughts ran
through my head after you left.

-So, you do not think them now?

-I did a little research of my .

It appears your
accusations were correct.

So, given you have proven
your resourcefulness,

I wish to engage you
in another matter.

These are the gentlemen
I have selected

as potential husbands for my ni.

As yet, she has had
no offers of marriage

and is not getting any younger.

In fact, I believe
she's the exact same age

as you, Miss Scarlet.

So, I would like a complete
dossier on each candidate,

and then I can make my choice
as to their suitability.

-You wish to hire me?

-Good day.

-I'm confused, Mrs. Parker.

You declared my clients

to be either desperate
or impoverished,

unable to pay the going rate,

yet you wish to be a client now?

-I can assure you, I am
neither of those things.

And I am willing to pay the ful.

-Well, then why me?

Why not go to one
of my male counterparts?

-There is a very good reason
I came to you and no one else.

You are the only private
investigator I know,

and it is no more complex than .

[door closes]

-Do you not make it so, Eliza.

[soft music]

[upbeat music]