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-Here, walk on, walk on.
[hooves clopping]

-I'm simply making the point
that I do not care for the man.

-[Ivy] I'm well aware of that,
but perhaps you've misjudged hi.

-I can assure you he's every bit
the prig that I described.

-We're all entitled to our opin.

-If you insist on this
dalliance with Mr. Potts,

the least you can do is convincm
to allow me access to the mortu.

-Firstly, we are merely friends.

Secondly, if we were more
than that, which we are not,

I couldn't possibly ask
Barnabus to change his rules.

-Barnabus?

-I have shopping to do.

-But the market's that way.

-I'm going to Pettifer's
in Hanwell Street.

-Buying a new hat?

Oh, let me guess,

does this have anything to
do with a certain Barnabus?

-I don't have time for this.

-Are you seeing him today?

-Good-bye Lizzie.

[mysterious music]

[carriages rumbling]

[mysterious music]

[hooves clopping]

[people chattering]

[door opens]

[typewriter clacking]

[door knock]

-[Nash] Yes, what is it?

-[Man] I have that information
on the lady detective, Sir.

-[Nash] Come!

[title music]

[street sounds]

-Miss Scarlet?

Mr. Doyle,
assistant to Doctor Flint.

My employer had hoped that
you might grant us a meeting?

Dr. Flint would like to hire you

on a rather sensitive issue.

-But are up to the job, young l?

-I can assure you I've
had many satisfied clients.

-By the looks of you,
one puff of wind

would see you fall over.

-We received this anonymous let.

It advised that a bottle of
our elixir had been poisoned

and placed on the shelf of
one of our market stalls.

We had it tested and indeed,
it does contain a toxin

derived from a plant known
as the Angel of Inferno.

[mysterious music]

- 'One thousand pounds to be let
at St. Pancras Station.

If it is not forthcoming,
the money demanded will increase

and a second poisoning will occ'

This is dated several days ago
and the deadline has passed.

Why didn't you engage me sooner?

-With regard to the case,

we wish to keep it
from public knowledge

As such, you will have to sign
a confidentiality agreement.

-Oh, well, I'll have to
read it thoroughly first.

-Do you want this case
or not, young lady?

It's hard to believe
you're in a position to be fuss.

-My name is Miss Scarlet.

-If I am to be your client,

I shall call you whatever
I damn well please!

-I'm sorry.

I'm extremely busy with
other cases at the moment,

so in regards to yours-

-[Mr. Doyle] Please.

-I will of course
find time to take it.

Where do I sign?

[jaunty music]

[hooves clopping]

-[Fitzroy humming]

-[Officer] You just sit there.

-♪ I am the very model of
a modern major general ♪

♪ I've information vegetable,
animal, and mineral ♪

♪ I knew the kings of England

♪ And I quote
the fights historical ♪

♪ From Marathon to Waterloo,
in order categorical ♪

♪ I'm very good at integral
and differential calculus ♪

♪ I know the scientific names
of beings animalculous ♪

♪ In short, in matters
vegetable, animal, and mineral ♪

♪ I am the very model
of a modern major ♪

[door latch clicks]
[door creaking]

[ominous music]

Hello, Father.

-[Officer] See you later.

[door closes]

-I thought it impossible

that you could
disappoint me any further.

But clearly I was wrong.

I'm only glad your mother
isn't alive to see this.

[officers chattering]

[Fitzroy's father] You are suppd
to be a police detective,

not a filing clerk!

Why wasn't I informed of this?

Where is Inspector Wellington?
[door opens]

-Can I help you, Sir?

-You were meant to teach
my son to be a detective,

yet now I find him filing here
like some junior clerk!

-Ah, yes.

Well, I can explain, Sir.

Your son is an extremely
proficient police officer.

However, he has been in the
force for barely half a year,

and entering at detective level

means he still has
a great deal to learn.

-Did my son request this positi?

-No, Sir.

I took the decision to put
him on administration duty

since I felt it imperative

that he acquire the
knowledge from the ground up.

-Well, listen carefully,
Inspector Wellington

because I'm going to tell you

exactly what is
going to happen here.

-Fitzroy will be reinstated

as a police detective
with immediate effect.

The feeble, insubstantial charar

that has blighted him since birh

will be knocked out of him

and he will be turned into a man

that his family
can finally be proud of.

The Police Commissioner's
words, Sir, not mine.

-[LAUGHS]
He's insisting that Fitzroy

make Inspector
by the end of the year.

-The Police Commissioner

gets what the
Police Commissioner wants.

-You can't be serious, Sir?

-My job is to ensure
the effective running

of this constabulary.

-Half my time is financial plan,

and the last few months

I've been petitioning
the Commissioner

to push the Home Office
to review our budgets.

In the last ten years
this city has grown

with eight extra miles of
new residential streets

to patrol in Tottenham alone.

-But surely the fate of his son
is an entirely separate matter,?

-You have a lot to learn if
you think that is the case.

-Look, Fitzroy is a
thoroughly decent young man

but he's no detective,
let alone inspector material.

The streets are getting
more violent year on year,

and if he is placed back in act,

he will not only put his own
life at risk, but my men too.

-Just take a seat, eh?

[William sighs]

-You and I have been
at odds recently.

However, in this instance,

there is nothing you have said
that I do not concur with.

But, be that as it may,

I am afraid we have no
choice in the matter.

This is why I've made a decisio.

-Sir?

-Fitzroy will be taken
from your command

and placed under
Detective Phelps.

-Phelps hates the lad, Sir.

-Well, in that case, he'll
either give up or die trying.

And if that happens,

I'm sure his family
will receive a medal,

which I'm sure will go
down well with his father.

Listen to me, laddie.

You've got a good future
ahead of you,

Fitzroy will only
blacken your reputation.

Is that what you want?

-Course not, Sir.

-Good.

Then he will transfer
to Detective Phelps

with immediate effect,
and that is an order.

-Yes, Sir.

[Potts whistling]

-[Eliza] Good afternoon, Mr. Po.

-Miss Scarlet.
-I was in need of your advice.

I have a question on
the poisonous properties

of a particular plant.

-Miss Scarlet, my break is over
and I must return to my duties.

I cannot loiter here on the strt
discussing botany with you.

-I quite understand, Mr. Potts.

So perhaps I should come inside?

-The British Library is
a mere ten minute stroll

from this very spot.

I'm sure you'll find the answer

to all manner of questions
within its hallowed walls.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

-Ivy was asking after you
this morning.

[bright music]

-Was she?
-Yes.

-I, of course gave a very
agreeable account of you,

and will happily continue to do.

-What are you saying, exactly?

-You scratch my back
and I'll scratch yours.

-A lady should not say
such unseemly things.

It is not Christian.

-If you help me, I will
continue to sing your praises.

-That... that is blackmail.

-That is business.

So, do we have a deal?

-There's a man.

He seems to be watching you.

[mysterious music]

-I'll be back, Mr. Potts!

-God save us.

[door knock]

-Come.

[door opens]

[door closes]

Dear God.

This your father's
handiwork I assume?

-Sir, I'd like to convey
how much I'm looking forward

to coming back to the field,

but I think there's
been some mistake.

I've been told to report
to Detective Phelps.

-There's been no mistake.

-But Detective Phelps loathes m.

He thinks I'm just
some spoilt toff

born with silver spoon
in my mouth.

-Detective Phelps
is a very good officer.

-He's a thug!

-Detective Phelps
is your superior

and you will show respect,
is that understood?

-Yes, Sir.

-Now, if there's nothing else?

-I just, I don't understand

why I can't stay
under your command?

-Are you somehow suggesting

that I would give you
an easier time of it?

-Of course not, Sir.

-Good.

Now get back to work.

-Yes, Sir.

[door latch clicks]

[door creaks]

[door thudding]

[people chattering]

[hooves clopping]

[mysterious music]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[horse snorting]

[door opens]

[door closes]

-Why are you following me?

[door closes]

-How I've longed to
meet the lady detective.

Mr. Patrick Nash, proprietor.

-Well, then I'll ask you instea.

Why are you following me?

Now, when I first heard
about you, Miss Scarlet,

I assumed being a
detective was a mere hobby.

You might find the odd
rich lady's missing poodle,

but you'd soon tire of it.

In fact, my men were so amused

by the idea of a female
[scoffing] detective,

they took bets on
how long you'd last.

[men sniggering]

But weeks went by, then months
and you're still in the game.

And somehow
you became less amusing.

-What do you want?

You are determined,
ambitious, hungry.

The holy trinity.

In short, I want you to
come and work for me.

Shall we step into my office,
talk terms?

-I've heard of your agency,
Mr. Nash,

and the means by which you
and your men investigate.

I hear blackmail
is your favoured tool.

-Surely you know better
than to listen to rumors?

-Thank you for your
offer, but no thank you.

So please call off your dogs.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[door opens]

-That is a shame,
since we are kindred spirits.

As an Irishman I know what
it is to face prejudice.

-[laughs] I can assure you,
we have nothing in common.

-That's not strictly true.

We have Dr. Flint's case for on.

There is a reason why you
were brought onto his case

so late in the day.

Dr. Flint came to see me first,

but I was too expensive of cour.

So he went to see Gill and Son.

They were also too
costly for the old miser.

So he went around the
city, but to no avail,

until he found someone
with the lowest fees in London.

You.

You're selling yourself short.

-What I charge
is no business of yours.

-It is when I have to
undercut you.

I'll be sending one of my men

to let Dr. Flint know
I've changed my mind.

He can have my services for fre.

Unless of course you wish
to reconsider my offer?

-Well, in that case,
may the best man win.

-I look forward to it,
Miss Scarlet.

I do love a challenge.

[city sounds]

-The Royal Botanical
Society is always happy

to welcome new members,
Miss Belfry.

-That is music to
my ears, Mr. Humphries.

I'm only an amateur enthusiast,

but I do love to be close to na.

-Yes.

-Oh my, what a lovely shrub.

-Oh, that is no shrub,
Miss Belfry, that is a fern.

Osmunda regalis, to be precise.

-How I do love to be
corrected, Mr. Humphries.

In fact, perhaps you might
give me your expert advice

on another plant?

-Mm-hmm?

-The, er, Angel of Inferno.

-Hmm.

-Its poisonous properties
and exotic location

have quite captured my imaginat.

-As you have captured mine,
my dear.

[both chuckling]

-And please,
correct me if I am wrong,

but did I read that it
not only grows

on the volcanic slopes of Guate,

but also here at the society?

Indeed, we do have the plant.

However, due to its
toxic capabilities,

it is kept in a section
for members only.

And at present,

you are not a member.

Hmm.

I could add your name
to our waiting list,

our very long waiting list.

Or, perhaps, as curator,

I may be able to move
your name to the top.

-That is so kind,
Mr. Humphries.

Er, but might I have
a little peep

at your membership list first?

As an unmarried lady,
it's imperative

I associate with only the right.

-Oh, of course, I have
the list in my office.

However, I am overdue
for my next appointment,

so perhaps, you could
come back tomorrow?

-Oh [chuckles]

How I do love roses.

-Yes.

-Oh!

Oh, my goodness.

I seem to have
pricked my finger.

-Oh, my dear
Miss Belfry, I-

-[inhaling] I am feeling a
little faint, Mr. Humphries.

Might I attended to my injury

in the privacy of your office?

-Of course,
my appointment can wait.

-Alone.

[light music]

[door latch clicking]

[door closes]

I do not need your help,
Mr. Humphries.

-Nor would I be free
to give it to you

at this precise moment,
Miss Belfry.

You see, the police are here

and require my assistance
on an urgent matter.

The membership list,
Mr. Humphries?

-Of course, Inspector Bates.
Just a moment.

-Inspector Bates, you say?

I am well acquainted with the
officers at Scotland Yard,

but have not heard
mention of you before?

-You are well acquainted
with Scotland Yard?

In what capacity, Madam?

You don't look like
a law breaker to me.

-How exactly are you
acquainted, Miss Belfry?

-My uncle works for
the Home Office.

-Oh, I have many friends
in that department.

What's his name?

-Mr...Fenchurch.

-Ah, yes, Mr. Fenchurch.

Met him on a number of occasion.

Yeah, it's just a shame
that one man's reputation

can be lost forever.

I'd wager many of his colleagues

have frequented that
particular East End brothel.

It's just unfortunate
that he was caught.

Hmm.

Look, I don't wish to
be rude, Mr. Humphries,

but this is a, er,
confidential matter.

-Oh, absolutely, Inspector.

If you don't mind, Miss Belfry.

[plucky music]

[street sounds]

-I hope you've had a
better day than I have.

-I doubt it.

And the cause,
since you ask-

-I didn't.
-is him.

-Nash & Sons, not that
the man has any sons.

- He's a liar and a crook.

-Aye, his means of
investigation are debatable,

but that's why the
Metropolitan police use him.

He gets results,
no questions asked.

-Well, he's undercutting
me with a client,

a client who he himself
is a very unpleasant man.

[door opens]

So if you're here for some
pleasant company, William,

then you've come
to the wrong place.

[door closes]
[door opens]

[sighs] In fact,
I've had a horrible day.

Every man I've had to deal
with has been detestable.

-Well, I'm glad I dropped by.

[door closes]
-[sighs]

-I'm glad you did too.

'Cause the fact is this Nash
has ten times my resources

and I need your help, William.

-Eliza, my world doesn't
revolve around you.

I have my own problems.

-I'm trying to
hunt down a blackmailer.

And if I don't another bottle
of this will be poisoned.

Or even worse,
Nash will win the case.

-Nash winning
the case is worse

than a member of the public dyi?
-[laughs]

-Don't twist my words.

-I didn't.

Eliza, this is serious.

Have the police been informed?

-No, it's highly confidential.

-Not when there's a
threat to life it isn't.

I want all the details
of this investigation.

-But I've signed a
confidentiality agreement.

-Do you think that I
want or need more cases?

But as an officer of the law,

when there's a danger
to the general public

then the police must investigat.

-Fine.

I need time to
write up my notes.

I'll bring you what I have
by the end of the day.

-[sighs] I know that look.

-What look?

-The look that is covering
a multitude of calculations

that are currently
racing through your head.

-I've no idea what you
are talking about, William.

-Of course you don't.

End of the day, Eliza.

[door opens]
-Oh!

[tense music]
[door closes]

-You should have a proper hot
dinner at home this evening.

Eating supper at your desk,
it's not right.

I don't know what
your father'd say.

Actually, I do know what
your father'd say,

"Don't bother, Ivy, she
doesn't listen anyway."

What exactly are you looking fo?

-Whoever this poisoner is,

they had access
to the Botanical Society.

It's the only place,
other than Guatemala,

that grows this Angel of Infern.

I've tried to establish
who the members are,

but as yet I've only found a fe.

And of those, I can find absoluy
no connection to Dr. Flint.

-Shouldn't you be on your
way to Scotland Yard by now?

I thought you had to
share your findings

with Inspector Wellington?

-And I will.

But I have until the end of day.

I'm determined to
find some leads first.

If Scotland Yard crack this case
I want to get some credit.

Moreover, I desperately
don't want Nash to win.

-Well, can't you get
Moses to help you?

-Well, I would,
if I knew where he was.

-Where does he disappear to?

-I've learnt not to ask.
-[Ivy] Hmm.

-I saw Mr. Potts earlier.

-He said he liked your new hat.
-Did he?

-[gasps] So you did see him tod.

-I love this stuff.

Used it for years.

It really is a cure for everyth,

coughs and colds and better

at getting out stubborn
stains than any soap can.

-It's also clearly an excellentl
for a subject change.

I can assure you,
Dr. Flint is no doctor,

nor is this elixir anything
other than flavoured water.

It's all a con.

-Excuse me, but I remember
a certain young lady

used to love it as a girl,

but back then
it had a different name,

Flint and Doyle's Magic Medicin.
[tense music]

In fact, sometimes
I think you'd pretended

to have a sore throat just so
I could give you a spoonful.

-Did you just say Flint and Doy?

[street sounds]

-Breathe in.

And breathe out.

-[Dr. Flint] Uh-huh.

-I don't like
the sound of that at all.

There is a crackle
on your chest, Cedric.

What have I told you about
going out without a blanket?

I have told him many times,
Dr. Stanhope,

that he should get a new carria.

-Will you two stop fussing
over me like I was a child!

[door knocks]
[door opens]

-Miss Scarlet.

-Please,
forgive the unexpected visit.

But I was hoping to have a
private word with Mr. Doyle.

-Whatever you have to say to
Mr. Doyle, you can say to me.

Your unwillingness
to share your findings

suggests you have made no inroa.

No matter, since I now
have an additional agency

working for me.

-Yes, I am aware of that.

Nash & Sons,
not that he has any sons.

-They are confident that
they will have the blackmailer

in custody by this time tomorro.

-Come along now please, Cedric.

[Dr. Flint coughing]

I will return to my practice

and I can drop you at home
on the way.

[door closes]
-You wished to speak to me?

Please.

Um, the remedy you manufacture,

at one time it had a
slightly different name.

Flint and Doyle's Magic Medicin?

-My father met Dr. Flint
when he went to India

looking for ingredients
for a health remedy.

They became partners and
my father moved over here.

Nobody would have bought a prodt
called Flint and Mahajan.

So, my father
changed his name to Doyle.

-I know all too well that dilem.

It is still my father's name
that hangs outside my office.

-They built the business togeth.

And then when my father died-

-Dr. Flint took his name
off the product?

Surely such an action would
cause some resentment?

-Dr. Flint has been
a good employer to me.

And if I am under suspicion,
then you're mistaken.

-I have to consider all
possibilities, Mr. Doyle.

-If you will excuse me,
I have work to do.

-As you wish.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[street sounds]
[dark music]

-[woman gasps]
I do apologise.

-My purse!
She's stolen my purse!

Thief! Thief!

She's stolen my purse!

-What are you talking about?
-Oh, thank goodness.

She's taken my purse.

-I've done no such thing!

-I saw her take it and
put it in her pocket.

-Don't be ridiculous!

[mysterious music]

-[woman] There, she has it.
You see?

-No.
-Come with me, Madam.

-It wasn't me who took it!

[hooves clopping]

[door knock]

[door opens]

-Inspector Wellington,
how nice to see you.

-Hello Ivy, I'm looking for Eli.

She's not at her office.

-Ah, well, she's not
here either I'm afraid.

Would you like to leave a messa?

-She was meant to deliver
some information to me

but it seems to have
slipped her mind.

Do you mind if I
come in and wait?

-I was just about to have dinne.
-Oh.

Well, that would be most welcom.

[door closes]

That woman is nothing
but an opportunist.

I mean, you'd think I would have
learned by now wouldn't you?

But no, still I give her
the benefit of the doubt.

She never had any intention
of bringing me that file.

None whatsoever.

She has no thought for anything
other than her own gain.

-Well, that's a little
unfair, Inspector Wellington.

Yes, Eliza has her faults,

but she's just trying
to make her way in life.

More beans, Mr. Potts?

-Thank you, Miss Woods.

Inspector?

-Mm, thank you.

You surely agree with
me don't you, Mr. Potts?

She's caused you
many a headache,

you're always saying how
impossible she can be.

-Well, I'm not sure
those were my exact words.

-No, your exact words were,

"Impossible, untrustworthy
and un-christian."

-Miss Scarlet can be
somewhat single-minded.

Er, but I think what
Miss Woods is saying

does also have some truth.

Miss Scarlet is a woman

trying to build a business
in a world

usually the reserve of a man.

-Come on, admit it, you loathe .

[Mr. Potts laughs]

-No, I never suggested
anything as strongly as loathe.

We merely see things,
um, in a different light.

If anything, I admire her forti.

-Well, you've changed your tune.

I remember you saying-

-Miss Woods, this really
is a delicious dinner.

The beans so crisp and fresh.

The dumplings so plump and mois.

-It's a pleasure
to cook for a gentleman.

-She better have
a damn good explanation

when I catch up with her.

[street sounds]

[door clangs]
[keys jangle]

-I'm free to go?

-I had no idea you were
down here all night.

I could have kept your company.

-I'll be sure to mention
that to Inspector Wellington

when I thank him for bailing me.

-Nah, the skipper ain't
due in for another hour.

-What?

-Wasn't him that bailed ya.

-My dear Miss Scarlet,
what a pleasure it is

to be once again in
your convivial company.

-Likewise, Mr. Sinclaire.

You're the reason for my bail?

-Indeed I am.

And I am quite certain that a wn

with such an inquiring mind
must have many questions

as to why Basil Sinclaire
would do such a thing.

But, allow me to explain,
my dear.

The simple fact is that
whenever you have featured

in my publication,
it has sold exponentially.

And as Chief Correspondent of
the Illustrated Police News

it would be remiss of me

not to pursue the further advens
of the lady detective.

-You want to write a story abou?

-Oh, my dear Miss Scarlet.

If you wish to call your
latest investigation

a mere story,
that is your prerogative.

I, myself, would rather
an intoxicating blend

of blackmail,
poison and witchcraft.

-[scoffs]

My investigation
is highly confidential,

but I can confirm there's
no witchcraft involved.

-Forgive my directness,

but as a steward of the
people, it would be cruel of me

to deprive them of my tales
of this great city of ours.

Do I make myself quite clear?

-No.

-I will write this article
with or without your co-operati.

And either you will be my heroie

or Mr. Nash will be my hero.

The choice, as they say,

is yours.

-This is blackmail.

-This is business.

-[Phelps] Let's go, lets go!
Come on, come on!

- [Officer] Next time you're at-

[keys clattering]
-[Phelps] Oh, what the hell?

Were you born this stupid?

Wagon's outside,
I'll be out in a minute.

Christ alive, Fitzroy!

You take much longer and
I'll shoot you myself!

That snake Cooper will have
scarpered at this rate!

-You doing a raid
on the Cooper mob?

-Well, that's the plan, if
this moron would hurry up.

-Detective Fitzroy
needs to come with me.

A case has just come
up and I need his help.

-But the governor said that he -

-I'm your governor

and I'm telling you
that Fitzroy is with me.

-Yes, Duke.

-Thank you, Sir.

-I don't know what
you're talking about.

Come along.

[street sounds]

-I assume this visit
is confirmation

of your desire to become
a member, Miss Belfry?

-Hmm.

Although, I am rather concerned

regarding this wayward uncle
of yours in the Home Office.

-Oh, no need, Mr. Humphries.

Since the scandal,
my family have cut ties.

-Ah, well, in that case,

I would be honoured to
brief you on every detail.

However, you might
remember my mention

of a rather long waiting list.

So, perhaps dinner, to discuss
moving your name to the top?

-Oh, that would
have been delightful.

However, I find myself
somewhat under the weather.

My over-enthusiasm with
the roses yesterday.

My little prick has become infe.

-Oh, my dear Miss Belfry.

-It's nothing.

Just some foul smelling pus.

It's extremely frustrating,

as it also prevented
me from attending

your lecture last night.

-Oh, well, it was
more of book launch,

the Woolwich Trust

were selling their new
publication to raise funds.

It's a very good cause,
medicine for the poor.

But yes, I see why you
would have been interested,

given your fascination with bot.

In fact, their book has a
chapter on your Angel of Infern.

Apparently the toxin
derived from the leaves

has a luminous quality.

A plant that glows in the dark.

Yes, imagine that?

-How extraordinary.

May I buy a copy of the book?

-Oh, that nice police inspector

who you met in my office,
he attended the launch.

He bought the last copy.

-Yes I meant to
ask you about him.

Did he, er,
find what he was looking for

in your membership list?

-I have no idea.

Confidential case, apparently.

But he did say he was
close to making an arrest.

-This book, what is it called?

-Here is a copy of the advertist

from last night's launch.

You'll find the book
in any good bookshop.

-"Kill or Cure? The Poisonous
Properties of Plants."

-Now, to the other matter.

Dinner.

Let me just find my diary.

Shall we say Monday?

Which should give your
infection time to heal.

Here we are, so um...

Miss Belfry?

[jaunty music]

[street sounds]

[pages flip]

[door thuds]

-[William sighs]

-Oh, before you start huffing
and puffing, I can explain.

-Firstly, I neither huff nor pu.

Secondly, I have no inclination
to be lied to again.

I want that case file now!

And I would have given
it to you last night,

had I not been arrested

on some trumped-up charge
made by Nash

I spent the night in a cell.

And yes, uh-huh, I have
been released for hours

and I could have brought it to ,

but I'm a professional, William,

and I wanted one last
crack at finding a lead!

Because the idiot that I am

wants you to think,
"Hasn't she done a good job!

Well done, Eliza!"

Not that you'd ever
actually say it to me.

-I have said that
to you many times.

-Not nearly enough!

Here, have the damn case,
I'm at a dead end anyway,

which I'm sure will amuse you!

-This is you, err,
being professional, is it?

-I apologise, I have had
a very trying few days.

But I meant what I said.

I delayed handing in the case

because I do want you to
think well of my skills.

-Fine.
[playful music]

Come on.

-Where am I going?

At least give me the credit

to know that this little
outburst had one objective only.

To induce guilt so that
I would consent

to you working the case with me.

-That is unfounded, unfair
and absolutely not true.

-Just stop talking
and bring the file.

[door closes]

-For the last year Dr. Flint
has been looking for land

to build an additional factory.

He found some cheap
wasteland in the East End

but it had already been
earmarked by a charity.

They were going to build
a hospital for the poor,

but Flint outbid them and
bought the land instead.

-This is good work,
indeed, Detective.

This charity, would they be cald

the Woolwich Trust by any chanc?

The very one.

Get a list of members
of this Woolwich Trust.

Yes, Sir.

[door opens]

[door closes]
So Mr. Doyle attends the fundrar

for the Woolwich Trust's book,

which means he must
support their cause.

Medicine for the poor.

And the same Woolwich Trust

was the benevolent association

who planned to build a hospital,

until Flint stole their land.

Mr. Doyle was also
personally betrayed by Flint

when his father's name was
taken off their remedy.

He should now be a partner

but instead is
just a lowly assistant.

Sounds like we've got our man.

[ominous music]

[street sounds]

[door opens]

Mr. Doyle?

He's still breathing, just.

What are you doing?

He's been poisoned.

No doubt I shall be next.

I received this.

Same envelope.

Same typeface.

It's from the blackmailer..

I could have told you that!

Your skills of deduction
leave much to be desired.

What does it say?

I haven't opened it,

because I do not care what it s!

Whoever is doing this

has taken the only thing
I care about.

If Nicholas was your prime susp,

then you're no detective at all.

[door opens]

[crying] He is the closest thing
I have to a son.

[door closes]

-Oh, Cedric, Nicholas
is a strong young man,

and I have seen to it

that he will receive
the best care here.

[door closes]

-Dr. Stanhope?

How is Mr. Doyle?

Really.

-Extremely poorly.

Never was a kinder soul
than Nicholas Doyle.

Cedric's a fool to himself.

-You speak of the blackmail?

You believe Dr. Flint should
pay the money demanded?

-To stop this madness, yes.

2,000 pounds is nothing to him.

And my belief is he could be ne.

And he's not a man of
strong constitution.

-[Nurse] Dr. Stanhope.

Excuse me.

I must confer with the doctors .

-Fitzroy's made a list

of all the members
of the Woolwich Trust.

-I don't need
to see the list, William.

I know who the blackmailer is.

-[Sinclaire] The Curator of
the Royal Botanical Society?

-Mr. Humphries.

He had access to the poisonous
plant, the Angel of Inferno.

-And the poison
was luminous, you say?

-Indeed.

And this second blackmail
letter you mention?

But this is still sealed?

-Oh, well, I thought it
would enhance your story,

Mr. Sinclaire. The lady detectie

so sure of the blackmailer,

she had no need to open
their second letter.

-Bravo, Miss Scarlet.

I do believe you have
missed your calling.

You are a natural
when it comes to the art

of spinning a story,
almost as good as myself.

-That is high praise indeed

coming from the chief
correspondent himself.

[letter slices open]

Ah, yes.

Just as I thought.

You see, Mr. Sinclaire, the letX

has a distinctive
faulty mark in both,

just like the first
blackmail letter.

Which means they were all
typed from the same typewriter.

-The curator's typewriter!
-Precisely.

-So this, er, Humphries
had access to the poison

and to the typewriter

that wrote both of
the blackmail letters

and he was also a member
of the Woolwich Trust.

-They had procured cheap land
to build a hospital for the poo.

But Dr. Flint outbid them.

He bought the land for himself
to build a new factory instead.

This extortion was
an act of revenge.

-No witchcraft though?

-No, I'm afraid not.

Although, the luminous
quality of the poison

has a touch of black magic,
does it not?

-Indeed.

-I'm meeting Inspector Wellingtn

in precisely one hour at
the Botanical Society,

when Mr. Humphries will be arre.

I assume you'd like to attend.

[jaunty music]

[door opens]

[clacks typewriter key]

-So you see, Dr. Flint, my evide

points quite firmly to
Mr. Humphries here.

-I want that scoundrel locked u!

-I am no blackmailer!

-Ah, Miss Scarlet, I was
just explaining to my client,

Dr. Flint, how I deduced
Mr. Humphries was the culprit.

And you make sure you
put our contact details

in your piece, Sinclaire.

I'd not wish to pass up an
opportunity for promotion.

-You were under the
pay of Nash all along?

-Mr. Nash is one of our
most generous advertisers.

We must repay our
patrons where we can.

And sharing my evidence
was just the ticket?

-That's a tad ungrateful,
Miss Scarlet.

Without my bail you'd be
still in a police cell.

-You were the reason I was
there in the first place!

Why do you keep
calling her Miss Scarlet?

This is Miss Belfry, the lady

that wished to join
the society because-

-Just as I am no police inspect,

Mr. Humphries, this is no lady.

She is a private detective.

Impressive, is she not?

Well, I'd love to stay and chat,

but I'm afraid I really must ge.

Let's take him
down to Scotland Yard.

Please!

-Please, there's been
a terrible mistake!

-Dr. Flint?

[door closes]

I knew Mr. Sinclaire
was double-crossing me.

That's why I lied to him
to mislead Nash.

Mr. Humphries is not
your blackmailer.

-But the typewriter?

Oh, that particular make,
the Remington 1st Edition,

has a common fault
with its letter X.

If Humphries is not the
blackmailer, then who is?

-[William] George.

-Emmett, how could you
do this to me?

-We were going to build a hospi,

a place where the poor could
finally be nursed and looked af.

We spent years fundraising
to buy that piece of land,

somewhere we could finally affo.

And then you come along
and take it from us

because it was cheap.

Cheap.

Like you are, Cedric.

-The money Dr. Stanhope demanded

was to be funnelled
back into the charity.

It was recompense
for what they paid out

in planning permission

and architects' drawings
over the years.

It would also have gone some way

to finding another site
for the hospital.

-How did you know it was him?

-Well, he knew the increased amt

the blackmailer was demanding,

without having even seen the le.

It was sealed until
I opened in my office.

And contrary to
what I told Mr. Sinclaire,

Mr. Humphries is not a
member of the Woolwich Trust,

but Doctor Stanhope is.

He's their chairman.

He's also on the board
of the Botanical Society

and had access
to the poisonous plant.

-Now, about Nicholas?

-Dr. Stanhope administered
a mild dose of poison.

His intention was to render
Mr. Doyle unconscious.

Not to kill him.

-I have reinstated your
father's name on our product,

and you will be my partner,
as is right.

-I want our company to buy
that land and to donate it,

so the hospital for the
poor can still be built.

-And we shall donate it in
your father's name, my friend.

My dear, dear friend.

[city sounds]

-I will never trust that
toad Sinclaire again.

-Why you trusted him in the
first place is a mystery to me.

I heard what you did
for young Fitzroy.

-Pulling him from that
raid on the Cooper gang.

He cannot speak
highly enough of you.

-They're not just a gang,

they are the most brutal
criminals in the city.

-He's very lucky to have
you looking out for him.

-Please do not give me
that indulgent smile.

-It's not indulgence,
it's affection.

-Of course it is.

-William, do not presume
to be able to read my mind.

-If I could, then I am quite sue
that we would never speak again.

[Eliza chuckles]

-Miss.
-Do give my best to Mr. Potts.

-I'm not going to the
mortuary, I'm going home.

I know, but from what I've seen,

I believe he'll be
a frequent visitor.

Ivy seems quite taken with him.

-Miss Scarlet.

-Detective Fitzroy.

[door opens]

[door closes]

-If you can drag your eyes
from Miss Scarlet for a moment,

a fraud case
has just come in, Detective.

-Yes, Sir.

-The jewellers on Montgomery
Street, Hayman & Bloom,

get me everything
you can find on them.

-Yes, Sir.

-Inspector, I hear you
plucked young Fitzroy

from Detective Phelps,
to assist you instead.

-Yes, Sir, he has an encyclopaec
knowledge of poisons

and I needed his insight on a c.

-Encyclopaedic, you say?

-[William] Hmm.

Impressive.

-Well, get to it Detective.

-Yes, Sir.

-You disobeyed another
direct order, Inspector.

-I apologise, Sir,

but as I said-
- Laddie,

I was born up on
the streets of Glasgow,

just like you, and I am as
savvy as the day I was born.

Do not assume
my comfortable position here

has turned me otherwise.

[door opens]

Ah, good day, Commissioner.

I have a whiskey with your
name on it waiting on my desk.

-Well, I hope it's large one.

Home Office are a bloody
bugger to deal with.

-Large and strong,
just how I like my women.

[both chuckling]

[door opens]

[chilling music]

[William sighs]

[street sounds]

-Miss Scarlet, I wished to
congratulate you in person

on your magnificent win.

Well played.

-Thank you.

How nice to have the opportunity

to wish you commiserations
in person, Mr. Nash.

For I believe this evening's edn

of the Illustrated Police News

will be leaving the printers

and on its way to be
devoured by its readership.

How they will be eating
up Mr. Sinclaire's story,

only later to discover
that the genius Mr. Nash

accused the wrong man.

-It's no matter.

Sinclaire will issue an apology

to Mr. Humphries in the next ed.

-Oh, I think you'll find that
a man such as Mr. Humphries

will want a little more than th.

A lawsuit, perhaps.

[Mr. Nash laughs]

-What a woman you are.

Now I'm afraid I'm even more ear
to have you work for me than ev.

-Well, my answer is still no.

Then what can I do to make
you change your mind, I wonder?

-Nothing.

-There's always something.

Even you, Miss Scarlet,
will have your price.

I suppose I could try blackmail?

Your Jamaican friend
surely has a past.

There's no doubt a tale there.

However, perhaps I'd
rather you come to me

willingly, not coerced.

-I can play as dirty as you, Si.

So believe me when I say, you
do not want me as an enemy.

-No, I want you as my employee.

So take some time,
think about my offer.

Until then...

Miss Scarlet.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[title music]