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Mr. Potts! Mr. Potts!

Ah, Miss Scarlet.
Good afternoon.

Oh, Mr. Potts, tomorrow I embark

on a...a case with
Inspector Wellington

and I require some
background information

on one of your cadavers.

There is such a thing
as a protocol, Miss Scarlet,

and as such, I will
convey any information

directly to the Inspector.

I do understand,

but, er, hopefully my
involvement

will hasten the arrest
of the perpetrator.

The sooner I have this
information,

the sooner he will
be behind bars.

Surely that is more important
than protocol?

Nothing is more important than
protocol, Miss Scarlet.

Now, I'm late for an
appointment. Good day.

- Mr. Potts!
-God save us.

We...we are practically family
now, Mr. Potts.

My relationship with Ivy will
and always shall be

a private matter.

It should never be used
as a bargaining tool!

Now, if you will excuse me,

I'm taking tea with my good
friend, Mr. Theobald Turner.

We take tea on
alternate Wednesdays

and as I've already said,
I am late!

Theobald? Theobald!

Theobald!

Out of the way, Mr. Potts!

So you saw no-one leaving
the scene?

Well, as I said, the back door
was open.

The perpetrator must have
escaped from there.

I was talking to Mr. Potts.

Ah, we saw no-one.

Oh good. You've decided to join
us again, Detective Black.

Feeling better?

Yes, Sir.

You'd better get used to
the sight of blood, son.

This is your life for the next
25 years.

First crime scene. Bless him.

I believe Mr. Turner was dead
before he hit the ground.

Hmm. A private detective
and now an amateur doctor.

How efficient you are,
Miss Scarlet.

You wish to talk of efficiency,
Detective Phelps,

when it took over an hour for
the first constable to arrive.

Now, if I may...I have some
further observations.

Do mind the blood.

I believe...the victim
was hit here,

knocked to the floor with
some force.

Poor Theobald clearly struggled
to the front of the shop

to get help.

The cause of death was likely
a blow to the head.

Have you finished?

No. The back door shows signs
of forced entry.

The cash box has been emptied

and there are some brass handles
missing from the coffins,

which all points to a robbery.

But...it's strange that
an undertaker

would be the target of such
a crime,

particularly one of his
caliber.

Theobald was an excellent
undertaker.

Well, thank for your
observations, Miss Scarlet.

But I'm sure we would have come
to that conclusion ourselves,

wouldn't you agree,
Detective Black?

What's that smell?

Uhh, formaldehyde from
the mortuary downstairs.

Shut that window immediately!

You'll disturb important
evidence!

What is wrong with you,
man!

This is a crime scene!

Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.

As a child, the notion that
the dead needed a bell

in case they woke up in their
coffin quite terrified me.

Well, I'd love to stay and
reminisce about your childhood,

Miss Scarlet,

but we will come to our own
observations and deductions.

I feel sick again, Sir.

Thank you.

Good morning, Miss Scarlet.

Secret admirer?

Good morning, Clarence, and no,

just a little gift to myself.
Some cheer for my office.

Need I remind you,
every shilling counts?

The shillings will soon be
pouring in, Clarence.

Inspector Wellington has
promised me a case.

I'm quite sure by this time
next week

we shall have plenty more.

Besides, in this line of work

it's important to remind
oneself there is

some beauty in the world.

Morning.

Inspector Wellington. I was
just talking about you.

I'd really rather you didn't.

All good things,
I can assure you.

Well, in that case, don't let
me stop you.

How are you, William?

Fine, thank you.

You just sniffed.

So, either you're allergic to
these flowers

or you have bad news.

We've, err...we've had a diktat
from above.

Budgets are being further
squeezed.

Fewer men on more cases.

Recruits are being rushed
through without proper training.

And err...and no more hiring of
private investigators.

Well, what about the case?

The one you promised me.

You're...you're aware how much
need it.

Yes. Believe me, this is
the last thing that I want.

You have no idea of my
present workload.

Well, if you're so busy,

that's even more reason to
hire me, William.

I'm sorry, but it's out of
my hands.

But if anything changes,

then you will be the first
to know. I promise.

I...I should get back.

I have a
great deal of work to do.

Good for you.

How long do you intend to be
cross with me for?

A rough estimate will do.

I'm not...cross with you.

Just the situation.

Really, I'm sorry.

Ooh, good morning,
Miss Scarlet. Any cases today?

No. But tomorrow, I'm certain.

Anything...today?

Good morning. Anything?

Ah, no. Nothing as yet.

I do wish you would calm down,
Barnabus.

All this stress and strain

will play havoc on your blood
pressure.

It's been a week. And nothing!

My friend still lies in cold
store, awaiting burial.

They do seem rather busy.

Ah, Inspector!

Inspector Wellington.

Mr. Potts. Ivy.

Inspector Wellington,

we've been waiting some time now

to speak to Detective Phelps
about my friend's death.

Mr. Theobald Turner?

Detective Phelps has been sent
up north on police business

and as far as I'm aware,

Detective Black is now leading
the investigation.

Will you please deal with this
man? Thank you!

May I be candid, Inspector?

Detective Black is not equipped
to lead this case.

He's not equipped to
lead any case.

I'm sure that Detective Black
will be available shortly.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

No, I...

Look at the flush on those
cheeks of yours.

I won't be a widow before
I'm married, Barnabus.

We'll find someone else
to help you.

And I know just the person.

You wish to hire me?

Well...

the Metropolitan Police really
should be doing their job.

But as I always say, the world
is going to hell in a hand cart.

Desperate times call for
desperate measures.

- Thank you for that, Mr. Potts.
- Hmm.

I can assure you, I will do my
utmost to solve this case.

Well, as your new client,

I must insist on daily briefings
for any developments.

I look forward to it.

So...

do you know of anyone who
might have

had a grudge against Mr. Turner?

Someone he worked with perhaps?

But what if it was just
a robbery?

Missing cashbox, stolen brass
handles...

That is still a possibility,

but as I told Detective Phelps,

a funeral parlor is an odd
place to rob,

particularly one that was
clearly on hard times.

As I said before, Theobald was
an excellent undertaker!

Miss Scarlet is not doubting
that for a moment, Barnabus.

She just needs to consider
all possibilities.

Well, in answer to your
question,

I can think of no-one
who'd wish to harm Theobald.

As for work colleagues, well,

he was increasingly working
alone.

He hired in help only when
he needed it.

Well, you did mention his
sister.

Oh yes.

Yes, thank...thank you, Ivy.

Uh...a Miss Francesca Turner.

She resides in Bristol.

I presume she'll be at the
funeral, but who knows?

Well, why wouldn't she be?

Well, they've been estranged
for many years.

Which is why, as executor
to Theobald's will,

I was surprised to learn

that he's left his entire
business to her.

The Lord is my light
and my salvation.

Whom shall I fear?

The Lord is the stronghold
of my life.

Of whom shall I be afraid?

When the wicked advance
against me to devour me,

it is my enemies and my foes...

I don't see any sign of
the woman

who could be Mr. Turner's
sister.

Over there, by the tree.

...dwell in the house
of the Lord...

Excuse me.

You're Mr. Turner's sister?

I am. Miss Francesca Turner.

Miss Eliza Scarlet.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Mr. Potts mentioned you.

A female private detective.

It seems to be almost
as unlikely

as a female undertaker,

which I now seem to be.

Yes, I heard your brother left
you the business in his will.

Was that something you
were expecting?

I suspect you already know
the answer to that.

I did hear that the two of you
were estranged.

You do not waste time, do you,
Miss Scarlet?

I apologize,

but it is my job to ask
questions.

And, well, my swiftness is for
good reason.

To find out what happened to
your brother.

I had not seen Theobald
in over 20 years.

There is some regret there for
both of us, it seems,

given that he left me
the business.

You live in Bristol, I believe?

Will you now move to London?

I've no inclination to become
an undertaker.

I had quite enough of that in
my childhood

when my father ran
the business.

I will stay for as long as it
takes to sell.

But it may take some time.

There are clauses in the will,

which I must take into account.

Such as?

Theobald did not want me

to sell to a particular
funeral home.

Hardcastle's.

Which is a shame

because, according to
my solicitor,

they're the only ones to have
made an offer.

Why do you think your brother
would make such a request?

Theobald and John Hardcastle

had always been old
business rivals,

as our fathers were before them.

I can only imagine things had
somehow festered

further between them.

Miss Scarlet.

I've managed to garner some
information on

Hardcastle's Funeral Directors.

Are you quite well, Clarence?

Yes, yes, I...

I, I persuaded the clerk of the
Funeral Directors Guild

to have a drink with me.

I am, err, as a rule, teetotal,
but umm...

I thought I should do
what I could,

for the sake of
the company.

How very resourceful
of you.

And what did you find out from
this drink?

Err, well, Hardcastle's have
expanded extremely quickly

over recent years,

buying up smaller funeral homes
across the city.

But rumors of malpractice have
followed them

round like a bad smell...

The clerk told me that there
had been numerous complaints

against the firm to the Guild.

The latest was umm...
from an Albert Edmunds.

He's a former employee
of Hardcastle's.

I have his address.

Oh...perhaps I need a little
lie-down.

I never met Mr. Turner,

but I heard mention of him
a number of times.

I know Mr. Hardcastle
was determined

to take over the business,
but Mr. Turner wouldn't sell.

So, you filed a complaint
against your former employer?

I...I was an apprentice for
Mr. Hardcastle.

I saw it all.

Him making people pay for
funerals they couldn't afford,

introducing them to money
lenders and...

when they couldn't afford
the payments,

thugs were sent
round to make them pay.

Intimidation, smashing
windows...

And the Funeral Directors
Guild, what did they say?

Didn't want to know.

Mr. Hardcastle has them
in his pocket.

Is that why you left
the company?

Well, I was dismissed for no
good reason.

I was just told by one
of Mr. Hardcastle's assistants

that I was no longer needed.

If I was looking for someone

who had cause
to kill Mr. Turner,

Mr. Hardcastle would be
the top of my list.

Thank you for allowing me
this access.

It's...it's most useful.

Theobald and I may not have
seen eye-to-eye, but...

I still want whoever harmed him
to face justice.

Why did you not see eye-to-eye?

You know how it is with family.

No one can vex you like your
own flesh and blood.

If my father could see me now.

Owner of the family business.

And your father?

I cannot imagine he approves of
your line of work.

My father was a police officer

and later a private
investigator.

He was an enlightened man but
he didn't want this life for me.

He knew it would be
a difficult path.

In every household there is at
least one resourceful woman.

If more of us were accepted,

Mr. Potts' lament that,
"the world is going to hell

in a hand cart" might no longer
be the case.

Miss Turner...

A glazier hired to replace
the same windows twice,

three weeks apart.

One of Hardcastle's former
employees told me

intimidation was his trademark.

I believe your brother was
being pressured to sell

and breaking windows was one
such tool.

Clarence...

I want you to send a message to
Inspector Wellington.

See if Mr. Turner filed
a complaint

about his windows
being smashed.

Oh, and umm...

see if you can get
me copies of the murder file.

I don't hold out much hope that
Detective Black

has been particularly
comprehensive

in his investigation so
far, but err...you never know.

What is it?

Err, some flowers were left for
you on the doorstep.

Inspector Wellington, no doubt.

He does hate it
when we're at odds.

They're not from the Inspector,

nor from anyone else
who wishes you well.

It is I...I believe, a threat.

God's sake.

Can you please remove this
gentleman from the corridor?

Put him in a cell
if you have to.

Yes, Sir.

Sir! I have a message
from Miss Scarlet.

It's a question about
the undertaker,

Detective Black is leading that
investigation. Give it to him.

Actually, Sir, he handed in
his notice.

Umm, one crime scene
was enough for him, so...

Where's Charlie?

Detective Phelps is still in
Leeds on the Haymarket case.

Fine. Get me the file.

It seems like I'll be doing this
myself with all my spare time.

Very good, Sir.

And was there something else,
Detective?

Actually, yes, um, Sir.

An opportunity has arisen,
in New York.

They've invited a detective
from Scotland Yard

to join their police department
for a year's secondment and...

I thought about applying.

What do you think, Sir?

I think the last thing I need
is to be another man down.

Ah.

Yes. Of course.

I realize this might not
have been

the best time to mention it.

Oliver, if you're asking

whether I will support your
application,

then, of course,
I will.

Perhaps we can find a more...
convenient time to discuss it.

Yes, Sir. Of course, Sir.

So, this file?

Yes! Yes, Sir!

Miss Manners?

Yes. Mr. Hardcastle, I presume?

My condolences on the passing
of your great aunt.

My assistant informed me

you were hoping I would
personally handle

the day-to-day
arrangements of the funeral.

But due to my workload,

I'm afraid, that's not going to
be possible.

- Oh, no.
- But Mr. Ashley here

will look after you

and provide you with
round the clock assistance.

It was nice to have met you.

Oh, well, if I cannot

rely on the services
of the director

in charge of the company,

then it is with a heavy
heart that I must go elsewhere.

Which is such a shame,

since I did so want
the best in town

to oversee the funeral
of my beloved aunt.

There'll be people
of great influence

and import in attendance.

No expense will be spared.

Er, do...do you
know, Miss Manners...

I believe I can...

rearrange some of my schedule
to accommodate you.

Yes, shall we?

This is from our premium range.

Handmade from the finest
Canadian elm.

Lined with exquisite satin

from the very best manufacturers
in Paris.

It's very nice, indeed.

Mmm.

Excuse me, Sir.

There's an Inspector Wellington
here from Scotland Yard.

What are you doing here?

You know Miss Manners?

Well...yes, of course.

Three years ago you assisted
with an investigation

into a theft from my carriage
on Bond Street.

Miss Manners, remember?

Miss Manners.

Yes. I remember now.

Miss Scarlet.

What are you doing here?

Who is Miss Scarlet?

What do you mean she's
a private detective?

I believe Miss Scarlet is
investigating the case

of the dead
Mr. Theobald Turner.

As am I.

It's come to our attention that
you were putting pressure

on Mr. Turner to sell.

He filed a complaint about some
windows of his being smashed

and he believed that that was
connected to you.

What nonsense.

I know nothing of any windows
being broken.

There was merely a healthy
rivalry between us.

A former employee claims that
you sell funeral plans

to the poor who cannot afford
the repayments.

You then introduce them to
a moneylender,

who uses strong-arm tactics when
they default on what they owe.

You speak of Albert Edmunds?

Let me tell you it's nothing
more than sour grapes

on account of his dismissal.

The man was useless.

Where were you on the morning
of Tuesday last week,

Mr. Hardcastle?

You are not seriously asking me
to give you an alibi?

I was coming back from a family
gathering in Eastbourne

with my wife and children.

I wonder if you could
identify this?

It came with some flowers that
were left for me yesterday.

Clearly a warning.

The card matches those used
by your firm, does it not?

Well, clearly someone is trying
to defame me.

Why on earth would I use
my own calling card?

Don't blame me.

All I am saying is that your
Detective Black

clearly missed evidence that
Mr. Turner

was being intimidated
by Hardcastle.

He's not my Detective Black.

I hardly knew the man.

He was drafted in from Essex
to address the lack of manpower.

We need at least fifteen
experienced detectives

and the Super sent us one,
barely out of uniform.

Have you been into
Scotland Yard recently?

You can hardly get into
reception. It's chaos.

I'm very pleased you've taken
on the case, William.

But if you're so busy,

you should never have agreed to
stop using the services

of private investigators.

So, you are blaming me?

I have to blame someone.

So, what else have you
found out?

That there was a witness who
saw a heavy-set man

with dark hair and a prominent
scar on his cheek

leaving the scene after

Mr. Turner's windows
were smashed.

That certainly doesn't sound
like Hardcastle,

and we've no
proof that he arranged it.

Hmm.

I...I don't like the idea that
someone is threatening you.

I get threatened all the time,
William.

Surely I've been doing this job
long enough

for you to be
comfortable with that.

I'll never be comfortable
with that.

Miss Scarlet.

Oh, Inspector.

- Mr. Potts.
- Mr. Potts.

I...I have come for my...

daily briefing, but err...

Do I gather by your presence,
Inspector,

that you are now
involved in this case?

I am.

Oh, that's reassuring, indeed!

Well, thank you Mr. Potts.

It's nice to know that someone
appreciates me.

So, if that is the case then,

I no longer require
Miss Scarlet's assistance.

Firstly, Mr. Potts, please
address that question to me.

And secondly, may I remind you

we have a contractual
arrangement.

I'm afraid you are stuck
with me.

Yes, well, I should get back to
Scotland Yard.

I'll leave you to your...
briefing.

Yes. Thank you, William.

Ah, yes. Thank you, William...
Inspector.

So, Mr. Turner did mention that
Hardcastle

had tried to
intimidate him?

Yes. On occasion.

But you never thought to
mention that to me?

I did...

I did not wish to speak ill
of my friend.

But I felt Theobald had
developed

an unhealthy obsession
with Mr. Hardcastle.

Blaming him for the failure of
his business

and, oh, everything
in between.

What do you class as obsession?

At one point, he said he was
compiling a file on the man.

I had a rising concern that
Theobald

had become quite...paranoid.

Come in, Miss Scarlet.

I'm just finishing off packing

the last of my brother's
personal effects.

Can I ask if you've found
a certain file

your brother kept
on Mr. Hardcastle?

I have, indeed.

Err, I was planning to bring it
to your office.

But it's more than just a file.

Complaints to the Funeral
Directors Guild.

Newspaper articles about
Hardcastle's...advertisements.

So, Barnabus was right.

His friend, Mr. Turner,

was utterly obsessed with
Mr. Hardcastle.

His broken windows.

This must refer to the
glazier's receipts I found.

He even has a list of other
undertakers

who appear to have
their windows smashed

in the same manner.

He was obsessed, and thorough.

He even kept the bricks.

They all have the same initials
on them.

ELIZA: S. P.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

I'm, err, looking for
the proprietor, Mr. Petrov?

He's away from work.

Well, can you tell me when
he'll be back?

His wife, she died, and...

only weeks after, his daughter.

He has not been in good way
for months now.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I'm looking for one of
his customers,

dark hair, a scar on
his cheek?

I don't know this man.

I must go back to work now.

I've, err...

visited a number of undertakers

who've had their windows smashed

with bricks engraved
with Mr. Petrov's initials.

It's clear there's a link to
this business and the crimes.

I haven't yet told the police,

but will be forced to do so

if my inquiries remain
unanswered.

Mr. Petrov himself, may be
implicated in the crimes,

which is, surely, the last thing
he needs.

The man with the scar
is a moneylender.

Tomasz Mazelli.

Mr. Petrov owed him for his
family's funerals.

He comes for regular payment.

Always takes a box of bricks
which he never pays for.

Tell me, Eliza, do you think
that you'll ever learn to knock?

Umm...No.

I have secured the name and
work address

of the money lender,
a Tomasz Mazelli.

He has an office off Longacre.
Shall we?

Well, I'm busy with a great
deal of other cases,

including that of a high-profile
robbery in Haymarket,

so, I will come to your case
when I can.

Of course.

So you'll wait?

No, William.

But as you say, you're too busy

to go and see the man
who was, err...

almost probably the one who
sent me those lilies

and threatened my life.

But, err...

Well, I'm sure I'll be fine

to visit such a dangerous,
violent criminal.

Alone.

I'm Inspector Wellington
from Scotland Yard.

Tomasz Mazelli around?

He's out.

Well, do you know when
he'll be back?

I dunno, darling.

What am I? His missus?

No, you're his clerk.

And if you don't show the lady
some courtesy,

then you and I will be
talking alone

in a dark room

with no witnesses.

Please, no!

Oh! Help!

Please! No, no, no!

Tomasz Mazelli, I presume?

You're under arrest.

Mr. Edmunds.

You know him?

He worked for Hardcastle.

I shouldn't have reported
Hardcastle.

This isn't your fault.

You need to see a doctor.

Can one be arranged when he
comes to Scotland Yard

to make a statement?

I'm not making a statement.

I can arrange protection.

There's nothing to be scared of.

That's easy for you to say.

I, I, I just want to be
left alone.

This is part of a murder
investigation, Sir,

and I, I can't force you
to press charges,

but I would appreciate it

if you'd at least make
a statement.

I don't want anything to do
with this. Just let me be!

Mr. Edmunds!

- Leave me alone!
- Albert!

Please just leave me alone!

There must be something
you can do.

He's not under arrest.
I can't force him to come.

Let's see what Mazelli
has to say.

Excuse me, Sir.

A message...for Miss Scarlet.

Is there nowhere I can hide
from that man?

Oh! Miss Scarlet!

I feared you did not
get my note.

I was just on my way to
find you.

I came as soon as I could,
Mr. Potts.

Is all well?

Oh, not in the least.

Miss Turner came to see me,

to gift me an old board game
of Theobald's.

And this is what has upset you?

No.

It was the news she imparted
that caused me this distress.

Miss Turner,

contrary to the wishes of her
deceased brother

and my dear friend Theobald,

is to sell the funeral home to
Hardcastle's.

What do you know about the
murder of Mr. Theobald Turner?

Don't know him.

Well, a witness has you
smashing Mr. Turner's windows.

I believe that that was on
the orders

of another undertaker,
John Hardcastle.

Don't know him either.

Hmm.

Where were you on Tuesday
afternoon?

I was at the Broad Street Hotel.

Went in for a drink.

I like one of the waitresses
there.

I've err...

I've dealt with many
moneylenders in the past.

And it's my experience that all
of them, bar none,

have a deep aversion
to paying their dues

to Her Majesty's Revenue.

And as I am sure you know,

as a businessman
in the financial sector,

avoidance of tax contributions

carries a hefty prison sentence.

You won't find nothing on me.

Well, in that case,

you have nothing to fear

whilst we undertake
an investigation

into your business dealings.

In the meantime,

your accounts and all your
assets will be frozen.

Don't worry, that won't take
too long.

A couple of months should do it.

What do you want from me?

Information about the day that
Mr. Turner died.

I was at the hotel for
Mr. Hardcastle.

He was being bothered by some
woman he'd clearly...

you know...

been with.

He didn't want his missus
to find out.

So, he hired me to pay
her a visit

to encourage her to
leave the town.

I went to her room, 402,

but she never returned.

What was her name?

Yes, Madam?

I'm looking for one of your
guests, a Miss Francesca Turner.

Mm-hmm.

She's in Room 402.

Francesca Turner has been
having an affair

with Hardcastle.

Miss Turner has checked out,
I'm afraid.

The day Mazelli was sent to
warn Miss Turner off

was the day that her brother was
murdered.

So, she was in London that day,
yet she never mentioned it.

Which makes her our
prime suspect.

The question is, where is she?

The lawyer who dealt with
the will

is likely to have her home
address in Bristol.

We can get it from him.

I'll send a message.

For Hardcastle to go to
the effort

of sending Mazelli to
scare her,

it seems likely she must have
wanted something from him.

Or just threatened to tell his
wife about them.

Let's ask the man himself.

I have a signed statement from
Tomasz Mazelli

implicating you in
the intimidation of

Mr. Theobald Turner

in the weeks leading up to
his murder.

Intimidation?

The statement also claims you
were fraternizing

with Miss Francesca Turner.

Something your wife might be
interested to know.

Why did you send Tomasz Mazelli
to scare her off?

What did she want from you?

It's a personal matter.

Well, perhaps you'd feel more
comfortable

if we invited
Mrs. Hardcastle in to join us?

I have never been unfaithful
to my wife.

Francesca and I,
it was more than...

more than 20 years ago!

And, yes,

I was engaged to my wife
at the time,

but we weren't
married.

And yet you've seen Miss Turner
recently.

She'd fallen on hard times
and come to me for money.

When I was unwilling to help
her out,

she threatened to tell
my wife about us.

That's why I sent Mazelli.

Plain and simple.

Do you believe that it was
money Miss Turner

went to see him about?

It's possible.

I suppose if she was desperate
for money and...

Hardcastle refused, perhaps she
then went to call on her brother

and it went badly wrong?

Something still feels amiss
here.

Well, let's see what comes back
from Bristol.

As soon as Miss Turner
arrives home,

the police will be
waiting for her.

Right, I need to update the
Super on the Haymarket robbery.

You're...you're having a meeting
at...ten o'clock at night?

Yes, Eliza, this place never
sleeps.

Go home. We'll pick this up in
the morning, alright?

Where's the Inspector?

I have a message regarding
Miss Turner.

Have they found her?

No, but the Bristol police spoke
to her neighbor.

He said Miss Turner moved in
when she married her husband

eighteen years previous.

Her husband passed earlier
this year.

Oi, his lordship!
I need you.

Charlie. I didn't know
you were back.

Miss me, did you?
Oh, I'm touched.

Now stop batting your eyelashes
at Miss Scarlet

and get a move on!

You go.

I'll give it to
Inspector Wellington.

Francesca Turner married
a Peter Edmunds.

Edmunds...

Albert Edmunds.

- Excuse me.
- Hmm?

Is a Mr. Edmunds here?

No love. I'm picking up him
and his mother next.

Well, picking them up from
where?

One moment, Miss Scarlet.

I cannot talk for long.

A carriage is on its way to take
me to the railway station.

You and your son.

I know you are Albert Edmunds'
mother, Miss Turner.

And I'm right in thinking
that...

Mr. Hardcastle is his father.

That's why you went to him
for money.

Yes.

Albert is my son.

From my marriage to Peter
Edmunds, who is now deceased.

You were only married to him
for eighteen years.

I checked the census.
Albert is twenty-one.

I believe that you left London

because you became pregnant
by a man

who both your father
and brother despised.

That's why you were estranged,
isn't it?

You were also in London the day
of your brother's murder.

You went to Hardcastle to look
for your son, didn't you?

But he turned you away.

So, then what?

You went to your brother to see
if he knew where Albert was.

Is...

Is that what happened?

When I...when I saw my brother,

the resentment from the past,
it gripped us both.

We ha...we had an argument.

I became angry and...

pushed him.

It was an accident.

The police are on their way.

I'll...I'll go to Scotland Yard
with you to make a statement.

Oh, no, no, no.
I, I, I want to go now.

Where is your son, Miss Turner?

Erm...he's left London.

I gave him the money from
the sale of the business.

He's umm...he's heading
to France...

to start a new life.

There's no sense in waiting.
Le...let's go now.

Just one moment.

But, please! I...I just want to
get this over with!

The bells were caused by the
draught from the window.

It's nothing.

The window's not open,
Miss Turner.

Will you please just take me to
Scotland Yard

so this matter can be closed?

Your son isn't on his way
to France, is he?

Where is he, Miss Turner?

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

This is ridiculous!

He is not here! Nor has he
done anything wrong!

Run!

You're not going anywhere, son.

Albert, no! Please! No, please!

Get him in the wagon.

No, please!
Please, let my boy go!

He didn't mean to do
anything wrong!

It was an accident!

Come on...

Please!

Please...

Help me, mother!

I'd just turned twenty-one,

and my mother told me the truth,

that the man who died earlier
this year wasn't my real father.

And I was relieved.

He was a horrible drunk.

Led her a miserable life.

Taking on a woman with
an illegitimate child

made him think he could do
whatever he liked

and she would just
have to put up with it.

When he died, she went back to
her maiden name.

That's how much
she hated him.

So you came to London to find
your real father?

We'd rowed about the fact
she'd lied to me, and I left.

I traveled here and got a job as
an apprentice at Hardcastle's.

A few months later I plucked up
the courage

and told him who I was.

I just...wanted him to
acknowledge he was my father.

I didn't want anything from him.

But he rejected you.

So, I went to see my uncle,
and he turned me away too,

and I got so...angry.

The way they'd treated my
mother all these years

and now me.

The fury just took me over
and...

and I...I pushed him.

And he hit his head.

Your mother was in town
that day too.

Oh, no, no. She had no part
in this, I swear it.

She came looking for me.

Went to Hardcastle's and found
out he'd sacked me.

She spent the next few days
trying to find out

where I was staying, but...
London is a big place.

When Mazelli got hold of me,

he told me he'd been to visit
my mother at the hotel.

It...it was only then that
I knew she was in town

and I went to find her.

I told her where I'd been...

and what I'd done.

I needed my mother.

I needed her help.

I was the only man in her life
who ever loved her.

And now I've broken
her heart too!

That poor woman has lost the
only child she had.

She has no family now.

I know what that's like.

I'm your family, William.

Do I not annoy you like
a younger sister?

Frequently.

Sorry to disturb, Skipper,

but I've got news on
the Haymarket robbery.

My snitch from up north has
just come through.

He's given up a possible
location

where the gang are hiding.

Excellent, Charlie.

Alert the men to come to
my office immediately

and let the Super know we'll
carry out a raid first thing.

Yes, Skip.

I'll leave you to it.

Eliza, I was wondering...err...

Are you free to dine tomorrow
evening?

But we've only just had our
monthly dinner.

Well, I can overlook that
if you can?

Tomorrow evening it is then.

It was nice doing business
with you, Mr. Potts.

Well, Miss Scarlet, I would
like to say it was...

it was a relief that the culprit
was found.

And that Mr. Hardcastle
and his moneylender

will also face some
consequences.

So...so, yes, a satisfying
conclusion all round.

It was, as you say, a- a- a- a-
satisfying conclusion,

so I wonder if you
have any comments

on my handling of the case,
Mr. Potts?

Wha...?

You did a very, umm...

capable job, Miss Scarlet.

Thank you.

I'm just happy to be able to
demonstrate my professionalism.

Hmm.

So, if in the future

Miss Scarlet did feel the need
to call on you

for some kind of dispensation,
for example...

access to the mortuary,

perhaps you will find that
she's only

the very best of intentions

and poses no threat
to your protocol, Barnabus.

Oh...

Ah, perhaps we may agree
that from...

now on you are able
to enter the mortuary.

But under police supervision,
of course.

Well, I must be getting to work.

Oh, and I won't be home
for dinner, Ivy.

I will be dining with Inspector
Wellington this evening.

What?

Nothing.

I just thought you had your
monthly dinner quite recently.

Still keeping count, I see.

Mr. Potts.

Miss Scarlet.

Thank you, my dear.

Where've you been?

And where's the backup?

I've got bad news, Sir.

The Super diverted the uniforms
to Hatton Garden.

Some diamond heist gone wrong.
Three dead, apparently.

- Well?
- I've been round the back.

From what I can see,

they're on the move.
Gathering their things.

This might be the last chance
we get

to nab these scum,
Skipper.

But there's too many exits for
us to cover, Sir.

We need more men.

We're going in.

Charlie, you go round the back.

- You, go with him.
- Yes, Sir.

You take the side entrance to
the left.

Fitzroy, you're with me.
We'll go through the front.

Remember lads, we have
the advantage of surprise,

so let's show them who they're
dealing with.

Alright?

Yes, Sir. Sir.

Let's go.

- Come on, lads.
-Alright.

Come on, boys.

Police! Put down your weapons!

I said put them down, now!

Detective Fitzroy?

Miss Scarlet...

Eliza...

What is it? What's happened?

It's Inspector Wellington.

What about him?

He's been shot.

They're performing surgery,
but...they're not optimistic.

They cannot say for certain
if he will survive.