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[city sounds]
[light music]

-Hello Inspector.

-Harry.

-[GEORGE] Morning, Duke.

-Morning, George.

[horse whinnies]

[people in the market shouting]

-Morning, Inspector.
-The usual please, Jim.

-There you go.

-Lovely.

[hooves clopping]

Oh...anything I need to know?

-No, not today, Duke.

-Alright. Keep your eyes peeled.
-Thanks.

-Busy night, Violet?

-Frederick.
-Duke.

-Norman.
-Duke.

-[FREDERICK] Get in there.
You know the way.

[knocking]

[door closes]

-Morning, Sir.

Did we have a meeting?

-Sit down.

-Is there a problem, Sir?

-Just take a seat, eh?

[newspaper slams on table]

Now, I know we'’ve not
always seen eye to eye

but I try not to let
personal feelings

get in the way
of professional decisions.

Which is why I'’m recommending
you for a promotion.

-Sir?

-A vacancy for Chief Inspector
has come up.

Put a good word in for you.
The job is yours.

-Well, thank you very much, Sir.

-Well, it'’s about time you reced
the recognition you deserve.

Well done, laddie.

-Thank you. Thank you, Sir.

-And there'’ll be a few more
pennies in the bank too.

You'’ll need to talk that through
with Superintendent McNeil.

But it'll be quite a jump up.

-Superintendent McNeil?

-The promotion'’s
with the Glasgow force.

You'’ll be leaving end of the mo.

-The Glasgow force.

[light music]

-Nice to get back to
the old home town, ay?

Well done again, laddie.

[door opens]
-Sir?

I would like some time
to think about it.

-Well, I'’m off to Manchester
for a couple of days.

Give me your answer when I get

[door closes]

[solemn music]

[title music]

[city sounds]

-Mr. Victor Latchman?

-[MOSES] Nothing.

-Lord Alexander Lipton?

-[MOSES] Nothing.

-Sir Thomas Pembroke,
Marquess of Bath?

-Not a thing.

-Not a single piece
of scandal on any of them?

-Well, the uncle of the Lipton n

has been throwing
his money around town.

-On what?

-Two hospitals and a factory
making clothes for the poor.

-[Eliza sighs]

-[MOSES]
We'’ve been doing this for weeks.

Why you care what they been up ?

-Mrs Parker pays me to
do background checks

on potential husbands for her n

She wants to know
if they'’re suitable.

And I have promised
Hattie to find reasons

why they're unsuitable.

She wishes to marry
someone of her own choosing.

Not her aunt'’s.

-Well, you'’ll need to
find someone else

to do your digging, I'’m done.

-I know it'’s unethical but Hatte
has led such a sheltered life a

-I don'’t care about the ethics,
it'’s boring.

-[laughs] Boring?

They'’re all the same men
with the same families

and the same lives.

There are better uses of my tim.

I have a reputation to protect.

-Is this you asking for more mo?

No, it be about professional pr.

Why, how much you offering?

[Eliza laughs]

[Eliza sighs]

You'’re right.

There are much better
uses of our time.

I'’m seeing Hattie presently,
I'’ll tell her to speak to her a.

-I'’m happy to have a word
with Mrs. Parker myself

if the money'’s right.
[Eliza laughs]

-Now, that is something
I would love to see.

[city sounds]
[door closes]

-Inspector.

-Moses.

What did he want?

-We'’re working a case together.

-What kind of case?

-Is that a new waistcoat?
It'’s very smart.

-No.

Are you aware how often
you change the subject

when you don'’t wish
to talk about something?

-I'’m glad you're here,
I have a favour to ask.

-Point proved I think.

-Do you have any plans
on Thursday evening?

Ivy is insisting Mr. Potts ,
sorry Barnabus, comes to dinner

and there is no way
I can suffer that alone.

-Eliza...
-Please, please? Don'’t make me .

-Never mind that, I erm...

I need to speak to you
about something.

-Do you mind if I hail
a cab while we talk?

Hattie Parker is calling round
and I'’m running late.

-Yes, fine.

So, erm...

So, I was at work this morning

-This isn'’t going to be
about Moses, is it?

-No, it'’s not about Moses.

But if you insist on associating
with known criminals...

-This is about Moses.

-I didn'’t come here to
speak to you about Moses!

Or Barnabus bloody Potts!

I'’ve, erm, I've been offered
a promotion to Chief Inspector.

-William, that's wonderful news.

Congratulations!

-The, er, the job is in Glasgow.

-Oh, I see.
That'’s a shame, never mind.

-Is that all you'’re going to sa?

-What else is there to say?

-Well, it'’s in Glasgow,
Eliza. Scotland.

-I'’m well aware where Glasgow i.

But you'’re clearly
not going to take it so...

-How do you know?

-William, I say this as a frien.

since I have known you, you've
been offered many different job

-and any that are outside of Lon
you'’ve always turned down.

Yes. And this is a
promotion to Chief Inspector.

-As was the job in Nottingham,
I seem to remember.

[sighs] We'’ve had this conversan
on at least three occasions.

And each time
you agonise over the decision

and in the end decide to stay.

And why not, you'’re comfortable.

-Comfortable?

-That was a poor choice of word.

For your information, I am seriy
thinking about taking this job.

And, yes, I am well aware
I have said that before.

[jaunty music]

-William!

[tea pouring]

[ELIZA] Your aunt has
given me yet another list

of potential husbands.

I'’m running out of reasons
why they'’re unsuitable.

You must speak to her, Hattie.

Tell her you do not
wish to marry yet.

-It is not that I do not
wish to marry.

It'’s just I do not wish
to marry someone

who does not wish to marry me.

-You want to marry for love.

-Yes. But my aunt thinks
I am fanciful.

"“Harriet,"” she says,

"“You do not have the luxury
of time or looks to wait for lo

How could she possibly understa?

Everyone is in love with her.

-You'’re a grown woman.
You must stand up for yourself.

I do try.

But you'd be surprised
how determined she can be.

-Hattie,

you'’re a lovely young woman.

Any man would be lucky
to have you as their wife.

-Do you think so?

-Absolutely.

-I will tell my aunt I do not
wish to wed and that is that.

Papa left me some money.

Perhaps I could set up my own h!

There may be financial implicats
but as you say, Eliza,

I'm a grown woman and
I will find a way.

Won'’t I?

-You will.

-I will go and see Mr. Norris,
our family accountant.

He will tell me which purse
strings my aunt controls.

So that is a plan. Is it?

-It is.

-Will you come with me?

The man is the most dreadful bu.

[sighs] I have every faith
that you can do this on your ow.

-So, that is a definite no?

-Yes.
-And you will not change your m?

-No.

-Thank you for changing your mi.

I must be careful
what I say to Mr. Norris.

He is rather enamoured with my .

-Really?

-Oh, yes. She has many admirers.

After all,
she's very handsome woman.

It'’s a mystery how she remains

[door opens]

[door closes]

Mr. Norris?

-I'’ll wait here.

-Are you sure you
do not want to come in?

Mr. Norris?

Mr. Norris, it's Miss Parker.

Mr. Norris?

[door opens]
Mr Norris?

[dramatic music]

[Hattie screams]

-Fetch the police.

Now, Hattie!

[bulbs flashing]

-Rigor mortis begins to set in
about two hours after death.

First in the muscles
around the face and jaw

and then it progresses outwards
to the rest of the body.

-This all feels very familiar.

-Miss Scarlet,
seem to remember asking you

to accompany Miss Parker

back to Scotland Yard
to give a statement.

-Not just familiar but staged.

Why go to all that effort?

-[sighs] Try moving his wrists.

-Completely rigid. The fingers .

-Full rigor mortis takes fourten
to eighteen hours to develop

which puts the time of death...

-[FITZROY] Some point last nigh.

-[DUKE] It'’s only a rough guide,
of course.

We can'’t know the exact time.

-Quarter to midnight.
-I stand corrected.

Miss Scarlet has clearly develod

a new technique
unknown to medical science.

-It'’s called using your eyes.

The clock. It'’s been stopped.

[upbeat music]

-No, it has stopped,
you don'’t know it's been stoppe

-William...

-Inspector Wellington.

-This entire scene is exactly
as it was in the novel.

-[sighs]

What novel?

-Quarter to Midnight
by Samuel Bedborough.

You haven'’t read it?

-No, enlighten me.

-Been a few years since I read .

But I would swear
everything in this room

is precisely as it was in the b.

The blood stained lily,
the knife in the neck,

the arrangement of
his hands on the chest.

And the clock stopped
at quarter to midnight.

You really should read more.

-I read plenty,
just not that particular book.

-I've not read it either.
-Thank you, Detective Fitzroy.

-Although I do read
at least one book a week.

At the moment
I'’m working through the Russians

starting with Goncharov.

-Make yourself useful.

See if there'’s a visitors book
or a list of his appointments.

Find out who was last in here.

Miss Scarlet, a word.

Go back to Scotland Yard,
ask for Phelps, make a statemen.

-But I can be much more use her.

-Will you just do what I ask?!

-This is about
your job offer, isn'’t it?

You'’re annoyed with what I said.

-Eliza, I am so often annoyed
with what you'’ve said

that it'’s hard to keep track.

-When I said
you were "“comfortable"”...

-You meant I lack ambition.

-No! Of course not!

Only that your life
is arranged as you like it.

You'’re settled.

-That sounds even more
insulting than comfortable.

I think it'’s best if we cease
to discuss this.

I will let you know my decision
when I have come to it.

-Alright, but can I just say...
-No!

Now, go back to Scotland Yard
and ask for Phelps.

-That book, the one you
think the murderer imitated.

You said it was written by
Samuel Bedborough?

-That'’s right, why?

-The victim was his accountant.

[plucky music]

[city sounds]
-I do not see what the problem .

-I'm not hiring you.

-Just hear me out.

Firstly, I'’ve read every
Samuel Bedborough novel.

I'’m a huge fan of his work.

Secondly, if you don'’t hire me,
Hattie Parker certainly will.

-Mr. Norris was
a friend of her aunt'’s.

Surely it's better to share
information and resources?

If not for me,
for the taxpayers of London.

-Oh, you'’re so selfless, Eliza.

-It'’s a cross I must bear.

So? Is that a yes?

-How much is your fee?

On second thoughts,
let'’s forgo the haggling.

Think of the first amount
that you were going to say.

-That seems fair.
-Good. Now, halve it.

[jaunty music]

-[SAMUEL] He could not be distrd

once his mind was focused on a .

There was nothing that could
break his chain of thought.

Not the shattering of
the window downstairs,

not the footsteps in the hallwa.

When at last he looked up,

he saw a blade
glistening in the moonlight

and felt the cold steel
pierce his heart.

Thus concludes chapter three.

[audience applause]

-Thank you, Mr. Bedborough,

for once again
gracing our humble shop

with such a wonderful reading.

Now, if you would like to
form an orderly queue,

Mr. Bedborough will gladly
sign copies of his book.

As long as they have been
purchased here, of course!

[laughter]

[door opens]

No, no, no. Outside, please.

-I need to speak to Mr. Bedboro.

-This event is for
ticket holders only.

You will have to wait in line
like everybody else.

-Madam, I'’m Inspector William
Wellington with Scotland Yard.

I'’m here on police business.

-And yet you've brought your wi.

She's not my wife.

-'‘m a private detective

assisting Scotland Yard
with their enquiries.

-I'’ve heard many excuses
in my time, but that...

Oh for God'’s sake, I haven't evn
read any of his damn books!

-I have.

-I am Miss Bedborough,
Samuel'’s sister.

Is something wrong?

-We need to speak to
your brother right away.

[mysterious music]

-When did this happen?

-[DUKE] We believe Mr. Norris
was killed last night.

Can you think of anyone who
might wish to do him harm?

-He always seemed to be
a perfectly decent man.

In truth, I didn'’t know him wel.

He was a business acquaintance.

We only met a few times a year.

-When was the last time?

-A few weeks ago, I think.

I couldn'’t say for sure.

-As we mentioned,

we believe the crime scene
was arranged

to resemble the murders
in Quarter To Midnight.

-How extraordinary.

-You understand that
I have to ask you

about your own movements
last night, Sir?

-Why?

-It'’s a standard question, Samu.

They ask it of everyone.

-I have a suite at the Brabham .

I'’m staying there whilst
I finish my latest novel.

-And were you alone?

-You mean apart from the fifty f
and three hundred guests?

-Samuel.

-My sister and I had dinner,
and then I wrote all night.

I'’m rather late
delivering my latest novel.

-Is it true you once
finished a manuscript

in the carriage
on the way to the publishers?

-I'm woeful about deadlines.

But I have no need for muse or .

I can write any time or any pla.

You enjoy my novels?

-Very much so, yes.

In fact, Quarter to Midnight
is my favourite.

-Ah!

-I haven'’t read
that particular one but erm...

I did enjoy
Curse of the Crimson Shadow.

-That was not me.
[playful music]

[city sounds]

-Quarter to Midnight is a tale

of an author
struggling for inspiration.

It'’s based on Bedborough's own .

He spent years
as an unpublished writer

before finally enjoying success.

The writer in the novel
is under pressure

to deliver his latest book
and slowly starts going insane.

He believes his two closest fris
want to put him in an asylum.

So, he kills them both.

A bit like Macbeth,
he'’s unable to live with the gu.

You do know the story of...

-Yes, Eliza,
I know the story of Macbeth.

-My apologies.

Anyway, when the author
in the novel was a child,

his parents died of scarlet fev.

As a boy he witnessed them
laid out in their coffins at ho,

each holding a lily.

The clock in Norris'’ office read
a quarter to midnight,

which is the exact time the
two murders in the book take pl

But on separate nights.

-So, if someone is that keen
to replicate the book,

then it is possible that
they could kill again.

-It'’s possible, yes.

Do we know any more about our v?

-Edward Norris,
52 years old, err, unmarried.

He's a respectable accountant

with a hundred or so clients
that we'’re busy tracking down.

-I'’m going to read the book aga.

-See if there'’s anything
we'’ve missed.

May I suggest you do the same?

[door opens]

-Fitzroy!

Get me everything you have
so far on Norris and his associ.

-Right away, Sir.

-Oh, and, err, do me a brief sys
of the story of Macbeth.

A couple of pages should do it.

-You will have it, Sir,

"“when the hurly-burly'’s done,
when the battle'’s lost and won."”

-[sighs] Make that one page.

-Yes, Sir.

[city sounds]

-This is, of course,
Mr. Bedborough'’s most famous wo.

But have you considered
beginning with Alone in Greenwi?

It should be here somewhere...
ah, yes.

-I'’ll, err, read that
straight after this, Miss Willo.

-Might I recommend
that you read it first?

They do make a wonderful pair.

Such vivid prose,
I could recite every line.

-I think I'’ll just start
with this one for now.

-No, what am I saying?!

It is not Alone in Greenwich
that you should begin with.

No. It is...

This...The Witches Call.

And do you know why?

-No, but I am sure
you'’re going to tell me.

-There is a constable in it.
Welsh too.

-Well, I'm an inspector
and I am Scottish so...

-I would also recommend
The Jagged Tear...

In fact, perhaps I should just
give you his complete works.

How does that sound?

-Expensive.

-May I ask why you wanted
to speak to Mr. Bedborough?

-I can'’t discuss that, I'm afra.

-I knew something was wrong
as soon as he came in.

He usually turns up to
readings in a wonderful mood.

But today
he was rather withdrawn and ups.

-And this was before I spoke to?

-Yes.

I'’ve never seen him like that b.

I do hope everything is alright

[books thump]

Would you like them wrapped?

[people chattering]

[Phelps clears his throat]

-Want another, Skipper?

-No, I'’m trying to concentrate.

-I got you one anyway.

Not like you.

-It'’s for the Norris case.

-Right, yeah, that makes sense.

Didn'’t have you down
as much of a reader.

[laughs] Apart from
the Sporting Post.

-Did you want something, Charli?

-No, just seeing how you are.

If there'’s any news?

In the ten years
we'’ve worked together

I don'’t think you've ever
bought me a drink.

-People change.

-People do. You don'’t.

What do you want?

-Alright if I speak my mind, Sk?

-Well, that depends on what
you'’re going to say, Charlie.

-I heard the Super talking
to you about the promotion.

-I was just passing.
-Passing?

And I was thinking...

if you did take it

you might put in a word
for me to take over from you.

-Well, subtlety never was
your strong point, was it?

[LAUGHS]
I'’ve got a wife and four kids...

Five kids.

I can'’t afford to be subtle.

I know you'’ve had offers in the
past and turned them down.

But you'’re not getting any youn.
Neither of us are.

At some point the offers will
stop coming and that'’ll be your

If you'’re happy with
how things are, fine.

-But if you'’re not...
-Yes, thank you, Detective.

-That any good?
-Terrible.

[playful music]

[street sounds]

Good morning!

-Morning.

-Thank you, Sidney.

-I've made some progress
with the Norris case.

I need to see the evidence.

-How did you find me?

-Oh, you know, lucky guess.

You do have something
of a set routine.

Beard trim on a Monday,
dog track on a Tuesday.

Shoe shine on a Wednesday.
On Thursdays...

-Alright, alright,
you'’ve made your point.

What progress have you made?

-I need to see the murder weapo.

[jaunty music]

I re-read Quarter to Midnight.

-As did I.
Along with some of his other wo.

Did you know Bedborough
was raised in a workhouse?

-I did, yes.

The themes of rags to riches are
very common with his characters.

-Like the lawyer
in Alone in Greenwich.

-William, I'’m both surprised
and impressed.

-A compliment and an insult in .

That'’s quite something,
even for you Eliza.

-[laughs] Have you
made your decision yet

about the job?

-As I said, I will let you know
when I have.

-Well, please feel free
to discuss it with me.

-And let you insult me again?
No thank you.

[door opens]

-My intention was not to insult.

You can be rather sensitive som.
[door closes]

-Sensitive and settled.

Well, this just gets
-better and better.

-William...
-[DUKE] The case, Eliza.

You wanted to see the murder we?

-The killer in a Quarter to Midt
used the same weapon for each m

-The knife, yes.

-The first victim was stabbed
in the neck with his own knife.

The second had the same knife
embedded in his neck.

Which is how we found Norris.
Which means...

-He may not be the first victim.

-Exactly.

-Here it is...

-When I closed the book last nit
I noticed something on the spin

The publishers, Bellamy and Son

their crest...is a galloping ho.
[racy music]

-So, if the killer is following
the plot of the book

then the knife
belongs to the first victim.

[street sounds]
[suspenseful music]

-It'’s locked.

[door knocks]

-Mr Bellamy?

-Is there a side entrance?

-There'’s no time for that.
Kick it down.

[door bash]

[crashing]

[DUKE] Look upstairs. Touch not.

[suspenseful music]

[door opens]

[sighs]

-Inspector Wellington! In here!

[dramatic music]

Just like the novel.

-Right down to the time.

[horse snorts]
[hooves clatter]

-[SAMUEL] James was a good man.

He'’d been my publisher for year.

-He took me on when
no-one else was interested.

-When did you last see him?

-We had dinner on Thursday nigh.

-How did he seem?

-In good spirits.

We talked through my latest cha.

He gave some notes,
it was all very pleasant.

-And you can think of no-one
that may wish to do him harm?

-I- I don'’t know...err,
my mind is a little foggy.

-My brother has been up
all night writing.

I tell him to go to bed,
but he never listens.

-And that'’s where
you were last night?

In this room, writing?

-Yes. All night.

-May I ask what happened
to your hand?

-God'’s sake, must you keep
asking these irrelevant questio!

-Samuel.

-My friend has just died!

I, err...slipped in the bathroo.

One too many brandies.

Could we finish this later?

I must go and visit James'’s son,
he'll be beside himself.

-We would prefer
if you stay here, Sir.

Both murders were exactly
as in your novel

and as you know,
there is a third death.

The author in my novel
takes his own life.

I can assure you I'm not
planning on doing that.

-Even so, if someone is
determined to replicate the book

they may wish to do you harm.

-Your sister's right, Mr. Bedbo.

-I will arrange for
police protection for you.

In the meantime,
if you'd like to go home...

-Our home is being decorated.
I'’ll stay here.

-As you wish. I'’ll wait here unl
an officer arrives.

Miss Scarlet, if you could takes
message back to Scotland Yard f?

[jaunty music]

[city sounds]

[door opens]

[door closes]

-I tracked down the night porte

Samuel Bedborough left the hotel
last night around nine o'’clock

and didn'’t return again
until gone midnight.

-A killer who replicates
the plot of his own book.

-Isn'’t it more likely someone is
trying to damage his reputation?

-Possibly.

But there is no better cover thn
a murderer who hides in plain s

Looks like he was arrested
three months ago.

-What for?
-Public disorder.

He was arguing
with a woman in the street

and then apparently they
threatened to kill each other.

They were arrested
for breach of the peace.

But no charges were brought,
so they were cautioned and rele.

-Francesca Bellesini.

-She'’s an actress.

Go and speak to her while I
assess the bodies at the mortua.

[door opens]

-Miss Scarlet.

Excuse me, Sir,
your carriage is ready.

-Thank you, Fitzroy.

-On the way back from the mortu,

I wonder if we may
go via Covent Garden?

I would very much
like to secure tickets

for the premiere of Oppenbach'’s
The Tales of Hoffmann.

Perhaps I will do that
in my own time.

-Perhaps you will.

[door closes]

God knows what'’ll
happen to him if I leave.

-Well, it'’s a good job that youe
not going to take the job.

-How many times?

I haven'’t made my decision yet.

Unlike you, I give consideratioo
the life that I have built here.

-What do you mean, unlike me?

-Well, if you were offered the b
you'’d take it in a heartbeat.

-Well, on the day that
women are allowed

to be Chief Inspectors we shall
have that conversation.

-You know what I mean.

If you were offered more money
and higher profile cases,

you would jump at the chance,
no matter where the location.

-We'’re very different people,
William.

-Oh, meaning that
you have a singular ambition

and I am dull and predictable?

Beard trim on a Monday,
shoe shine on a Wednesday...

-You'’re twisting my words.
-Am I?

-You do not have to
justify your life to me.

-I do when you constantly
tease me about it.

-Then I apologise.
Clearly hit a nerve.

-From where I'’ve come from, I
have done damn well to get this

We don'’t all have the luxury of
inheriting our father'’s busines.

[plucky music]

-I will go and speak to
Miss Bellesini.

You'’ll have my report in the mo.

-Eliza...Eliza...

I apologise. That, erm,
that came out harsher than expe.

-Don'’t let me keep you, William.

It'’s almost time for
your three o'’clock whisky.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[street sounds]

Excuse me,
I'’m looking for Miss Bellesini?

[door knocks]

[door opens]

-No. Too pretty.

[door slams]

[door knocks]
[door opens]

The maid cannot be
more handsome than me.

She must be ten years older at .

Tell them to recast!

--Miss Bellesini,
I'’m not involved in your play.

-I want to talk to you
about Samuel Bedborough.

What was the nature of your
relationship with Mr. Bedboroug

-The nature of our relationship?

-Yes.
-Physical.

-And, erm, where did you meet h?

-Oh, some party.
I cannot remember whose.

But we do not see each other an.

I have a new lover.

Younger, much more willing
to please, you know?

-And how long were you
and Mr. Bedborough lovers?

-A year, maybe a little less.

-And, err, what happened
the night you were arrested?

-Oh, that was my fault [laughs].

He tried to end things with me.

So, I had a little too much
to drink and went to see him...

And one thing led to another.
You know how these things go.

The police were understanding.

I told them it was Italian pass.

Not that I am from Italy.

Nobody has heard about my count,
so, Italy plays much better.

-So, you argued because
he finished your relationship?

-Yes and no.

I knew he had other lovers,
he'’s rich, why wouldn't he?

It was how he ended it.

He sent his little friend
with a diamond necklace.

A parting gift to make me go qu.

-Who was this friend?

-Norris.

His accountant I think.
I call him the Grim Reaper.

When you see him you know it'’s

He must'’ve delivered bad news

to a dozen of Samuel'’s
women over the years.

-The cause of death
is identical in both cases,

a single puncture wound
to the carotid artery.

The size of the wound
indicates the same weapon.

You two, start making house cals
on the accountant'’s street.

See if he had any visitors.

Fitzroy, Phelps,
you do the same for the publish.

"“Screw your courage to the stic
place and we'll not fail."”

Lady Macbeth.

-Do I have to go with him?

-That depends whether
you want to keep your job.

Alright, off you go.

[door opens]

Fitzroy, a word, please.

[door closes]

Look, what we do requires
working as part of a team.

Any detective, but you above all

needs the trust and respect
of his colleagues.

Quoting Shakespeare...

-Sorry Sir, it was misjudged.

-One day I may not be around
to look out for you.

So, you need to start fitting i.

-Where are you going?

-I- I- I'’m just making the poin.

Go to the pub with them.

Let them moan about their job
or their wives

or the money
that they lost on the nags.

Hell, let them moan about me.

-I would never let them do that.

-The more you are an outsider,
the weaker you will be.

And men like Phelps,
they can smell weakness.

Now that doesn'’t make him a bad.

It'’s just the nature of
being a copper.

Surely you can be
one of the lads, eh?

-You sound like my father.

[scoffs] God forbid.

[soft music]

[door opens]

-Sorry for the delay,
I was comforting my aunt.

She's in great distress
about Mr. Norris.

-Well, I have a question
about Mr. Norris.

Samuel Bedborough said that
he and Norris

had a purely
professional relationship,

only seeing each other
a few times a year.

-Really? I find that strange.

Mr. Norris was always mentioning
Mr Bedborough to my aunt.

He made out the two
were thick as thieves.

That may not have been true,
of course.

He may have been trying to imprs

since he was secretly
in love with her.

-Hattie, can we go five minutes
without you mentioning your aun

-Yes, of course. My apologies.

-You said Norris and Bedborough
were "“thick as thieves"”?

It is my understanding that they
dined together several times a h

and Mr. Norris was always doings
favour or that for Mr Bedboroug.

I believe that Mr. Norris
recently arranged

the purchase of a house
in Knightsbridge.

It was only a few doors down fr.

I'm about to mention my aunt
but I believe it is relevant.

-Go on.

-Mr Bedborough'’s new house
was on the same street as my au

The other residents
were beside themselves

to have such a well-known face
living amongst them

until...well, I am not one to g.

-Of course. But please do.

[plucky music]
[street sounds]

-[HATTIE] Mr Bedborough moved
in not two months ago

and seemed to be spending
a fortune on renovations.

But then last week,
the strangest thing happened.

[mysterious music]

[street sounds]

-Samuel Bedborough is up
to his neck in debt.

-And yet he'’s staying
in a suite at the Brabham.

-Not for much longer.

He's facing a hefty bill.

He owes money all over town.

-That'’s why the bailiffs took
his house and everything in it.

-And...he be at
the bailiffs last night.

-Doing what?

-Trying to get back some piece
of furniture they took from him

Every day this week he'’s turnedp

trying to buy it back but they
want the whole bill paid or not

-What piece of furniture?

-A writing desk.

-Told them
he couldn'’t write without it.

-He told me he had no
need for muse or mood.

That he could write
any time, anywhere.

-Well, he wants that desk back.

Security caught him breaking
into their warehouse last night.

Roughed him up a bit.

-His bandaged hand.

This warehouse, I take it
you have contacts there?

-I have contacts everywhere.

-[CARRIAGE DRIVER]
Yeah, walk on, walk on! That's .

-Ain'’t seen nothing like that b.

It was amazing weren'’t it? [lau]

-Good evening [laughs].

-Detective Fitzroy?
Ain't it past your bedtime?

[laughter]

-Very good.
Err, would anyone like a drink?

-Oh, they don'’t serve
milk in'‘ere. [laughs]

-Well, I'’ll take that as a no.

[bang]

-Oh! [laughter]

-Why don'’t you go home
to your mummy, Fitzroy

so she can clean you up? [laugh]

-Why don'’t you
shut your mouth, Phelps?

[ominous music]

-You wanna repeat that?

Didn'’t think so.

Spoilt little brat! [laughter]

[liquid pouring]

You shouldn'’t have done that, b.

[tense music]

[door opens]

-We'’ve got ten minutes
till the shifts change.

Bedborough'’s things are over th.

They took everything from
his house, even the rugs.

They don'’t miss a trick, those .

-No wonder he'’s in debt,
the man has expensive taste.

These are from Maples of Piccad.

-Here.

Doesn'’t look like much.

-It'’s not.

He must be very attached to it f
he'’s that desperate to get it b.

-It may be sentimental.

I once knew a man who
got into a knife fight

over a rocking chair that
belonged to his mother.

-A man? You?

-No.

-[ELIZA] Harpocrates.

What?

-In one of Bedborough'’s
early novels there'’s a...

a lawyer, grandiose character,
deliberately unlikeable.

He makes a fortune defending men
he knows to be guilty of murder

He calls himself Harpocrates,
it'’s the Greek God of silence.

Legend has it that
whatever secrets he knows

he will never speak of them.

He'll take them to the grave.

[latch opens] But of course,
his secrets are discovered.

[tense music]

[drawer slides open]

Alone in Greenwich.

The Witches Call.

These are Bedborough'’s novels

covered in notes and reworkings.

They must be
the original manuscripts.

Why keep them hidden?

[clock ticks]

-Anything to report?

-No, Sir.
-How's Bedborough?

-He'’s writing and asked
not to be disturbed.

[tense music]

-Where is he?

[door opens]

[curtains swish open]
[ominous music]

-What the hell'’s going on?

-My thoughts exactly.

-I needed to confirm a suspicio.

There'’s no time to waste,
we need to go.

-Where?

The final death in the book is
when the author takes his own l

-And you want to leave him ungu?

-He'’s not the author.

[sombre music]

[door opens]

Miss Bedborough!

-Put the knife down.

-Do as he says. Please!

The writing desk that was
taken from your brother'’s home.

That was yours?

-Yes.

-I found manuscripts
inside with notes

from the publisher addressed to

-So, it was you who wrote
the novels, not your brother?

-Our mother died in the workhou.

Our father...
god knows where he went.

Samuel was determined to
make something of himself.

He saw the parallels between
his own struggles

and those of Charles Dickens.

And felt sure it would make
him a great writer too.

But he struggled for years
to become a novelist.

I didn'’t have the heart
to tell him the truth.

-That he lacked the talent?

-He knew it too, deep down.

But he is my older brother.

I would have done anything
to help him.

So I did.

I rewrote his story and
found I had a flare for it.

By the time I submitted his
manuscript to the publishers

there was barely a word of his .

-Why not put your
own name on the cover?

-There are plenty of
published female writers.

-Samuel begged me not to.

-He could not have
suffered the humiliation

that his spinster sister was the

putting food on the table
and not him.

But after the success of
the book started to rise,

I did ask him if I could
use my name to the next...

That was when
they called the meeting.

-They?

-Samuel, Bellamy and Norris.

The three of them
convinced me that as a woman

my readership would
be half of that as a man.

They promised that one day
I could write under my own name.

But now was not the right time.

It never was the right time.

-Why kill them?

-The one benefit
I received from this arrangemen

was that I would be
well looked after.

I would have
a comfortable home and security.

But then one day the bailiffs ad
and I found out the truth.

Samuel'’s debts were all consumi.

He had spent every penny of my .

And Bellamy and Norris
knew all along and did nothing.

They didn'’t care as long as
the books were still being writn

and they were receiving their m.
Money I was earning for them.

-So, this was your revenge?

And the world would know
that you were the true author.

-I would have my moment
of fame in death.

All this time,
I have let my brother shine.

For what?

To end up a poor spinster
back in the workhouse.

-Would you like me
to arrange a lift home?

-No, thank you.

-I would take you myself

but there are reports I have
to finish for the morning shift.

-I understand.

-Eliza, all this, err...

all this politeness is exhausti.

-Isn'’t it just?

-I- I- I didn'’t mean what I sai
about your father'’s business.

I know that you haven'’t been
handed anything on a plate.

I know how hard you've worked.

But there are times
when you push me too far.

-I only tease you because I am
so comfortable in our friendshi.

But I suppose I can be
a little insensitive sometimes.

[soft music]

-It is only because I'’m envious

-Envious? Of me?

-You'’re fulfilled in your life.

That'’s not lack of ambition,

that'’s something
you should celebrate.

You have that rare thing that
most of us don'’t find in a life.

True contentment.

That'’s why you're one of
the people I respect the most.

-When you say one of...?

[laughs]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[door opens]

[door closes]

-Forgive me Sir, I- I- I didn'’tw
you were still here.

-What have you done now?

-I did as you suggested.
I- I- I went for a drink.

And I tried to fit in.

Perhaps I tried a little too ha.

I could not go home
to my father like this.

So, I thought I could sleep her.

-I have a spare room,
you can stay there.

-Thank you...Sir.

[door opens]

[door closes, city sounds]
[lively music]

-[NEWSPAPER VENDOR]
Hello...Inspector.

-Thank you.

-[GEORGE] Morning, Duke!

-Morning, George.

[horse whinnies]

[market vendors shouting]

Cheers, Jim.

-Thanks, Duke! Have a good day.

[hooves clopping]

-Cheers, Duke.

-Violet.

-Not again, Norman.
-Alright, Duke.

[knocks on plaque]

[door knock]

-Come!

[door opens]

-Can I have a quick word, Sir?

-Take a seat, I'’m almost done.

[door closes]

[clears throat]

-How was your trip, Sir?

-Don'’t ask.

Business or pleasure?

-Neither.

It was two days
with my wife'’s family.

So, you'’ve had time to think.

I trust you'’ve realised how good
an opportunity this promotion i.

-I have.

And you'’re right,
it'’s a good opportunity.

But it'’s not one that's right
for me at the moment, Sir.

-I pulled in a lot of favours
to get you this, laddie.

A chance like this
might not come up again.

-[sighs] I understand Sir,
but my decision is made.

My life is here in London.

-Well, I had hoped
you would accept the position

so I could avoid this.

-Sir?

Fitzroy'’s father,

the Police Commissioner,
wants you gone.

The boy'’s getting worse, not be.

-I have been trying...
-[laughs] He'’s an albatross!

Which is why I told you

to put some distance
between yourself and him

to let him sink or swim.

But you wouldn'’t listen to me.

Now he'’s drowning and his
father wants someone to blame.

There'’s only so many times
I can protect you.

So let me be crystal clear.

You'’re going to
take this post in Glasgow.

Because there'’s no longer
a job for you here.

-[sighs]