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Sorry I'm late today.

There's a new ward sister

and she wouldn't let me in
at first.

I put my mother's ring on my
wedding finger

and told her you
were my husband.

She seemed a little
disappointed

that you were perhaps taken.

I think you've made quite
a stir amongst the nurses,

William.

Everyone has a different opinion
of my visits with you.

Ivy believes I should just sit
and talk to you

as if nothing's happened.

Detective Fitzroy suggested
reading aloud

from a Russian novel,

the title of which I cannot
pronounce.

I suppose it might provoke you
into sitting up

and begging me to stop!

And Mr. Potts...

Well, Mr. Potts was
surprisingly thoughtful.

He advised that
as you are a man

who despises a lot of
chatter

that I should merely
sit with you.

That would be company enough.

Please wake up.

William...

Wake up...

Wake up!

Wake up!

Wake up!

I said wake up!

Get out of 'ere! Shoo!

Get out of here! Go on!
Bugger off!

Bugger off.

- Bugger off!
- Alright, alright! I'm going!

What can I get you, huh?

I was just wondering if you
needed some help

running the stall?

No.

I'm a hard worker.

I'll work for free for today so
you can see how good I am.

I said, no.

Please. I haven't eaten
in two days.

Yes darling?

Loaf of bread, please.

Yes, of course.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Dear God.

Urgh!

Argh!

Argh!

Argh! Argh!

Morning.

-Morning.
- Morning.

What on earth?

Lizzie. What are you doing home?

You've been expelled!

No! Well, not exactly.

I was told to leave the
premises with immediate effect.

How is that not being expelled?

It's not a school, Ivy.
It's a training college.

You're not expelled from
a college, you get sent down.

Oh, pardon my ignorance.

I've lost track of how many
places

you've been sent down from.

It's not my fault.

I don't want to be a governess,

or a schoolmistress,
or any of those things.

And...I was...planning to come
back anyway.

I got father's letter
about Skip.

Oh, so your father's dog dies

and that just happens
to coincide

- with you being expelled.
- It's not his dog.

It's the family dog who
I very much loved.

That is not the point,
and you know it!

You're sixteen years old,
Lizzie!

It's time you grew up!

Well, if I wanted to get
shouted at,

I would've stayed at college.

And I really did love that dog.

What are we going to do
with you?

God only knows what your
father's going to say.

Ah! Is the photographer
on his way?

Yes, Inspector Scarlet.

I know this man.
We used to work together.

His name's, umm...

Wallis.

Arthur Wallis.

Doesn't seem like
a robbery, though.

Who was it that found him?

Good afternoon.

I've been here hours.
What's going on?

You were asked to give
a statement

to the Chief
Investigating Officer.

That would be me.

My name's Detective Inspector
Henry Scarlet. And you are?

I've already given a statement.

I was walking past, I saw
a body, I went and got help.

- Can I go now?
- Your name, please?

William Wellington.

Wellington. As in the Duke?

Who?

What are they teaching you
in school these days?

You'd better not be thinking of
fitting me up for this.

I've heard about London bobbies.

No one is accusing you
of anything.

I mean, very few murderers
would bring

the police to a crime scene.

I'm missing work. I've a job
on a pie stall.

I'll lose it if I
don't get back there.

You either answer
my questions here,

or down at Scotland Yard.

- Your choice.
- Get out my way!

You can't leave me in here!

I'm going to the city mortuary.

When I get back,
bring him to my office.

Yes, Sir.

Argh!

Lizzie? There's someone here
to see you.

- Well, who is it?
- Mrs. Parker and her son.

No, no, no. Tell them
I'm...I'm...I'm...

Oh! You were correct, Rupert!

Miss Scarlet has returned.

I'll leave you to it.

Thank you so much, Ivy.

Mrs. Parker.

Mr. Parker. To what do I owe
this unexpected...pleasure?

Rupert was taking his morning
stroll in Regent's Park,

when he came across your
neighbor, Dr. Williams.

The good doctor mentioned

that he had seen you returning
home, suitcase in hand.

Rupert relayed this to me,

and I said this cannot
be correct.

Miss Scarlet is in Wimbledon,
training to be a governess.

Term has finished and I have
returned home for the holidays.

The academic term does not end
for another three weeks.

I trust nothing untoward has
occurred?

Well, my classmates and I were
making such good progress,

we were permitted to
finish early.

I would remind you,
Miss Scarlet,

that yourself and your
father are my tenants,

and a stain on your reputation
is a stain on mine.

Mrs. Parker,

your reputation is always
at the forefront of my mind.

I'm glad to hear it.

And now we shall take
refreshments.

I shall take tea.
Rupert will not.

Oh...

Your statement makes
little sense.

Alright, let's try this one
again.

So, you say you were walking
past when you saw the body

and
you went to get help?

Yes.

Where were you walking
to, exactly,

given that it's a dead end?

Hmm?

See, my guess is you were
sleeping in the alleyway.

Those aren't my things.

Document of discharge from
a workhouse in Glasgow.

In the name...
William James Wellington.

That's you.

How long have you been living
out on the streets?

It's a while, by the look of
you.

I imagine you're hungry.

I know what you're trying
to do,

be nice to me so I'll talk.

Yes.

That's exactly what
I'm trying to do.

So, are you hungry or not?

Now, if you go downstairs
and wait in the kitchen,

I'll have my housekeeper make
you some supper.

Go on.

Lizzie?

What are you doing here?

Father, please
calm down.

Do not tell me
to calm down!

God, you would try the patience
of a saint!

Well, I did not ask to be sent
to that place!

You have no idea what it's like.

You're not a child
anymore, Lizzie.

You must start behaving like
a respectable young woman!

And most girls your age would
have been married off by now!

This was the solution
to our compromise.

Your compromise, not mine.

You know what path
I wish to follow.

I cannot have this
conversation again.

Lizzie, give us a moment
to talk, hmm?

We have a guest...downstairs.

Go and make him something
to eat. I'll be down shortly.

Make him something to...eat?

You have been attending cookery
classes, have you not?

Umm...Sometimes, yes.

There's a smoked ham on top of
the oven.

Give him a slice of that.

Good evening. My name is
Miss Scarlet...

I believe you are...

an associate of my father's.

He said there'd be food.

Err, yes. I cooked
a smoked ham this afternoon.

I'll cut you a slice.

So, how do you know my father?

Do you work for the police?

You got any bread?

I'm...not sure.

I shall take a look at what
else I made today.

You could stop a bullet
with that.

Er, you are Scottish?

Whereabouts are you from?

Do you always ask this many
questions?

I'll see if we have bread.

I heard shouting just now.

He was yelling at you,
wasn't he, your pa?

What did you do?

Why do you assume it was
my fault?

I'm right, aren't I?

What did you do?

Do you always ask this many
questions?

I'll have some water.

Sink's just there.

I'm a guest in this house.

Oh.

Well, then perhaps you
might show some basic courtesy.

We'll start with please
and thank you,

then move on to eating
like a gentleman

and not a pig...
in a trough.

It's my fault...
she lost her way.

I indulged her after
her mother died.

That girl was born headstrong.

Nothing you could've done
would've changed that.

I encouraged her to be
interested in my work.

Did her a disservice.

Gave her ambitions
she can never fulfill.

But...

right now I must speak to
our guest.

I fear I have a long night
ahead of me.

Did you give him something
to eat?

I tried to but he walked out.

It wasn't my fault.

That bad, is it?

What?

You only do chores when
you're feeling guilty.

Where's Father?

He's been out all night looking
for that young man.

Came back early for a change
of clothes and some breakfast,

then went out again.

And did you speak to him?

Sit down, Lizzie.

Things are hard for him
at the moment.

The money that your mother left,
it's running out

and this house is expensive
to keep.

He's a proud man and he'd never
admit it, but...

these things weigh heavily
on his shoulders.

So...

if you want to help him,

just do as he asks.

And that might mean doing
some things

that you don't want to do.

Well, what kind of things?

Oh...

We're not expecting any
visitors...are we?

Some time ago,

after your mother's passing,

I spoke to your father

and offered to take you
under my wing,

to give you the kind of
education

a young lady ought to
be receiving.

He declined...initially.

But I have received
a note from him,

saying he wishes to take me up
on my kind offer.

Excuse me.

Sorry.

I'll take that, thank you.

How did you find me?

Oh, everybody thinks
themselves unique.

But we all have patterns of
behavior that can be predicted.

Take you, for example.

You're from Glasgow,

so, your train would have
arrived at King's Cross Station.

Now, I suspect that you stayed
in the area looking for work,

but were unsuccessful.

Hence why you're now...

sleeping on the streets.

So, to rectify the situation,

you turned to low level theft.

Now, there are five streets in
the King's Cross area

where pick-pocketing is rife.

This is the third one I tried.

What do you want from me?

Tell me what you saw
in the alley.

What's in it for me?

Well...

from what I can tell,
you're an intelligent young man.

Help me and I will help you
in whatever way I can.

I mean, you didn't travel
four hundred miles

just to be a pickpocket.

You saw the murder take place,
didn't you?

Yeah. Okay, come on.

We shall be hosting the ladies

of the Kensington
Benevolent Fund

They have raised thousands of
pounds

for the poor and needy of
London.

Err, no, no, no!

The Wedgwood china,
think, girl.

Sorry, Ma'am.

When the guests arrive,

you will be polite
and deferential.

When speaking,
do so with clear diction.

Stay away from
contentious topics,

and talk instead of your
hobbies and interests.

You do have...
hobbies and interests?

Well, I love to read
my father's books.

Marvelous.

In particular, the ones on
forensic pathology.

There's this one chapter I must
have read twenty times

about the livor mortis.

The post mortem
settling of the blood

in the veins and arteries

that can often indicate

whether a body
has been moved after a murder.

Fetch the doilies
for the cake stand.

A good servant,

like a good child,

must be seen, but not heard.

But have no doubt

that when they are alone,

they talk of the things we have
said in their presence.

Therefore, it is imperative

that we say nothing odd
or peculiar

that could undermine
our position as their superiors.

But, I only said...

Some day, you will be married

and your husband must feel
confident in your ability

to run a household.

Speaking of marriage...

Rupert rarely has an interest
in any young ladies,

but...he is continually asking
questions about you.

I believe he finds you
quite fascinating.

Mrs. Parker...

Your father is a man of
limited means.

Rupert is the heir
to my fortune.

I believe it would be a
beneficial arrangement

for both our families.

Now...

take a seat, and we shall
look at your posture.

Sometimes being back
at a crime scene

can help trigger memories
we didn't know we had.

So...you said you were sat down.

Er, I- I was asleep
behind those barrels.

Mm-hmm, but something woke
you up?

I heard footsteps.

Someone running.
Two people running.

One was your friend,
Mr. Wallis.

The other was...younger.

Like twenty, twenty-one.
Something like that.

Good, good. Go on.

The younger man threw
Mr. Wallis up against that wall,

which is when he started to
strangle him.

Then he threw him to the ground.

Well, now, can you describe
the attacker?

Fair hair.

Err, tall, perhaps six feet.

Mm-hmm.

And rich looking. Fancy clothes.

What else?

As he was strangling him,

he knelt down and whispered
something.

It was as if...

As if he knew him.

Hmm.

It really was the most
wonderful evening.

The food was prepared by Marcel
Laurent himself,

the chef de cuisine
at the Brabham Hotel.

Lady Harper Jones is the jewel
in the crown

of our social circle.

Oh, but I fear I have been
talking too long.

Let us learn more about our
Miss Scarlet.

Tell me about yourself, my dear.

Miss Scarlet has
a number of interests,

including embroidery
and watercolors.

Well, it is reassuring to meet
a young lady

with such
wholesome interests.

You must join us this evening
at Bornborough Hall.

I'm holding a soirée for
my daughter's birthday.

Rupert is going.

I'm sure he would be delighted
to escort you.

- That is most kind, but it is...
- A splendid idea.

I confess, Miss Scarlet has
quite piqued

my Rupert's interest.

Well, I will, of course, have to
ask my father.

Your father has put his
faith in me

to look after your best
interests.

Rupert will pick you
up at eight.

Marvelous.

Marvelous.

Marvelous.

It wasn't any of these.

I may cast the net
a little wider,

get you to look at a few
more, but not today.

Give your eyes a rest.

How long have you been a copper?

I signed up on...

November 10th, 1848,

so that's...twenty three...

Oh, God, no.

Twenty four years ago.

Tempus fugit.

What?

Time flies.

I joined the same week
as Arthur, our murder victim.

You were friends?

Hmm, you know, for a while.

I just don't think this place
was really for him.

He left to become
a private detective.

Where did you sleep last night?

I don't know, some doorway.

There's a spare room
at my house.

You can have a bed
for a few nights.

Why would you do that?

Well, I need you where
I can find you.

But if you are going to stay,

you're gonna have to clean
yourself up a bit.

I mean, my
housekeeper's gonna have a fit

if you lay in her sheets
like that.

There's a public wash house on
Hanover Square, so...

wash your clothes,
have a shave, take a bath.

I assume they're your only
clothes?

Well, to tell the truth,

they're not even mine.

Right, well, there's
a thrift shop

on the way to the washhouse,
err, McKenzie's.

See what you can get for that.

How do you know I won't just
take your money

and run off with it?

I guess I'm just gonna have to
trust you.

How much longer is this
going to take?

It will take as long
as it takes!

Now, stand still.

I don't want to go to this
stupid party.

Everybody likes parties.

No, they don't.
They just say they do.

I certainly don't want to
go with Rupert Parker.

His mother won't be happy until
we're man and wife.

Well, I think you're safe there.

I doubt he's the marrying type.

Well, what makes you say that?

Done.

Now, will you please stop
growing, young lady?

Oh Lizzie...

you look beautiful.

I can see your mother in you,
I really can.

Oh...

Of course, your mother used to
smile more.

I'll get that.
You can tidy up in here.

Put everything back in
the sewing box.

Err, neatly, please.

You're William?

Mr. Scarlet said to expect you.
Come on in.

It's cold out there.
We'll get you warm.

I'll make up the spare room.

Do you have any other
belongings?

No. It's just me.

Oh! If there's anything
else you need,

you just let me know.

That's very kind
of you, I will.

Are you hungry?

Would you like something to eat?

Yes please. Thank you.

Hello again.

Hello.

Get yourself downstairs
to the kitchen.

Why's he come back?

The young man is going to be
staying with us for a few days.

And you're to stay away
from him, young lady.

Now...

you've a bit of time
before Mr. Parker is due,

so why don't you go and tidy
that bedroom?

Go on. Now.

Mmm.

Mr. Wellington.

It's William.

William.

I'm afraid there's been
something of a mix-up.

Father is still at work,

but he's sent a message to say

that we are to dine with friends
this evening,

and he would like
you to come along.

Miss Woods just made me dinner.

Ivy is unaware of this change
of plan.

She is in the drawing
room sewing.

I didn't want to disturb her.

Do you own a dinner suit?

Let me see.

No.

My uncle stayed with us last
year, he is about your height.

I believe his dinner suit is in
the wardrobe in the spare room.

I'm not wearing some
old man's clothes.

My father has opened his house
to you.

Refusing this kind of invitation
is not the done thing.

Mmm.

I don't care about
the done thing.

Fine.

You are a very rude young man.

I will tell my father as much.

Mr. Parker.

Miss Scarlet.

Wait!

William.

Shall we?

Whoa, there. Whoa.

Good evening, Sir.

Good evening.

Thank you, Sir.

Thank you.

Where's your father?

Oh, he sent a telegram saying
he would be delayed

and sadly
could no longer attend.

He sent a telegram?

When?

Shortly before we left.

But he requested that you
accompany me, nonetheless.

Ah.

I thought that's what
he was doing.

What exactly is going on?

Very well.

I may have brought you here

under slight false pretenses.

Mr. Parker's mother owns
the leasehold to our property.

She is very keen for myself
and her son

to become better acquainted
and I am...

less keen.

He doesn't seem that interested
in you.

Thank the Lord
for small mercies.

Do you always lie this much?

It wasn't a lie.

It was a temporary departure
from the truth.

Okay.

But you have my word,
I'll never lie to you again.

And, of course, you'll always
keep to your word.

Always.

Slàinte.

Cheers.

So...

what exactly are you doing
with my father anyway?

He said you'd ask that,

and he said not to tell you.

Hmm. Very well.

But perhaps one day,
I shall meet your father

and he and I will share
a secret.

Good luck finding him.

I thought you said there'd be
real food.

There should be canapés
somewhere.

What are...canopies?

Oh, they are small snacks,

and it's pronounced can-a-pay.

Can of peas?

No, it...

Are you teasing me?

Yes.

Well, there should be a waiter
somewhere.

I'll see if I can catch his eye.

Eliza...

Just be patient.

I witnessed a murder.

That's what I'm doing
with your father.

He wants my help trying
to find the killer.

And I think I've found him.

Cheers!

Are you sure it was him?

As sure as I can be.
Do you know his name?

No.

I shall go back in and ask him.

And say what?

"My friend thinks you're
a murderer.

What's your name?"

I imagine I'll find a more
elegant way to put it.

No. Let's go and find your
father and bring him here.

It would help his enquiries if
we could at least tell him

the name of our suspect.

Our suspect?

This has nothing to do with you.

Come on, we're leaving.

Very well.

I'll go find Rupert.

I'm sure his driver will take
us wherever we need to go.

I'll meet you outside.

Fine.

Not a single bloody pheasant to
be seen.

Now, why on earth he
held a shoot in December,

I'll never know.
The man's a bloody fool.

Well, I can see you have
your mother's charm.

I met her earlier today.
An inspiring lady.

Now, you didn't walk halfway
across this room

to talk to me about my mother.

Well, as I said, I believe we
have met before.

Well, perhaps...

you were just saying that to...

gain my attention?

Kindly remove your hand.

Oh, I would do...

if you meant it.

I wonder if you're aware,

that the worst bite a person
can receive

is not from a rat or dog,

but a fellow human being.

There are bacteria in
the saliva

that can cause infection,
blood poisoning

and in some
cases...

amputation.

A pleasure...speaking to you.

Thomas Harper Jones,
son of Lady Harper Jones,

and quite the most obnoxious man
I have ever met.

You spoke to him?

We needed to know what kind of
man we were dealing with.

We?

My father is under an awful lot
of strain at the moment.

It would be unfair to
waste his time...

if this is not the man he seeks.

And it is my belief that you
and I should investigate

the matter further before
telling him anything.

Agreed?

For God's sakes, Lizzie,
what were you thinking?

It was my fault. I wanted to
find out his name.

If I had known she had taken
William to the party,

I would never have said
anything, but I...

We'll get to that, believe me.

Are you are sure it was him?

Certain.

And you've told no-one else
of this?

Just Eliza.

The Harper Jones family are
rich and influential,

with powerful friends.

It is vital this stays between
us for now.

- Might I suggest...
- No.

- You don't know what I was...
- Yes, I do.

It's late.

We will talk of this
tomorrow.

Go with Ivy, she'll
show you to your room.

Lizzie, wait.

I'm tired of arguing.

Yes, as am I.

Look, I know you wish to follow
in my footsteps.

But as I have told you before,

it is impossible.

So, instead I'm to spend the
rest of my days drinking tea

with the dullest people known
to humanity.

Life's hard enough already,
Lizzie.

Don't get involved with this.
Please.

Good day, Mrs. Parker.

Good morning.

Ooh. Good morning, Mrs. Parker.

Miss Scarlet.

Thank you for coming
at such short notice.

I confess to being pleasantly
surprised

to receive your
invitation for a walk.

Yesterday, you seemed
somewhat disinterested.

I was merely concentrating,
that was all.

I didn't want to miss any
pearls of wisdom.

Rupert tells me you had a most
pleasant evening.

I would not be surprised if
he calls on you again.

I certainly hope so.

It was a splendid evening,
indeed.

Err...speaking of which,

I wondered if I might be so bold
as to make a suggestion?

Oh...

I am sorry to have missed the
festivities last night.

As you know,
I had a prior engagement.

But Miss Scarlet had the most
marvelous time

and insisted on coming
to thank you in person.

How very kind.

My only regret is that you and
I did not find time to talk.

I'd love to hear more about you
and your delightful family,

your daughter, of course,

and, indeed, your son, Thomas,
I believe?

It would be my pleasure.

Do please, follow me.

Thank you.

What a charming young lady.

Isn't she?

Is that him?

That's him.

Right, I think it best
you wait here.

He might have seen you at
the party.

What are you going to do?

Tread carefully.

Pickpockets?

That's news to me.

I've heard nothing of it.

I'm afraid there's been a spate
of such incidents

in this very street, Sir.

The last incident was, err,
two days ago.

Early evening,
about six o'clock.

Were you, err,
were you here at that time?

No.

Where were you?

Why does that matter?

Well, sometimes pickpockets
target a gentleman

such as yourself,

and...follow him
from wherever he's been.

A restaurant, hotel.

If we can establish a pattern,
it might help us catch them.

I was at my other club,

the Ottoman on Grey's Inn Road.

I was there all night and saw
nothing untoward

upon my arrival or my exit.

Very glad to hear it.

The umm...

The investigation has taken
a rather sinister turn of late.

We believe one of the thieves

may have murdered
a private detective.

A private detective?

Mmm.

Mr. Arthur Wallis.

Good man.

Former police officer.

Why is it just me you're
talking to?

Oh, I intend to speak to all
the gentlemen here.

I just happened to catch
your eye first.

And with my husband away
in the Indies,

Thomas has been running
our affairs in London.

That must be quite a burden
to carry.

Have you noticed any
change in his behavior of late?

Change in his...behavior?

Miss Scarlet,

you have done nothing but ask
questions about Thomas.

I would remind you it was Rupert

who accompanied you last
evening.

Err, forgive me

I was merely curious.

The study of human nature is
something of a hobby of mine.

-Hmm.
- Madam, your appointment.

Oh, of course. Thank you, Annie.

Oh, ladies,

I'm afraid you must excuse me.

I have numerous
appointments

that I must attend to,

and as I am currently
without a driver,

I'm having to rely on
Hackney carriages,

and I find that they take
an age.

A good driver is like
a good lawyer.

You must hold on to
him at all costs.

Pettifer was exactly that.

He'd been with us for years.

But, erm, he and Thomas
had cross words

and...he left the very next
morning.

They had cross words?

What about?

We shall take up no more of
your valuable time.

Come, Miss Scarlet.

Oh, forgive me.

I have taken rather too much tea

and there is a room I must visit
before we leave.

Annie,

show Miss Scarlet where
she needs to go.

This carriage driver, Pettifer,

the one who argued with
Mr. Harper Jones.

Did you know him?

Yes, Ma'am.

Where might I find him?

I was their driver for years,
whole family.

Jonathan Harper Jones,
Thomas's father,

he was a good man.

Unlike his son.

I've known Thomas
since he was a boy.

You could tell he was
a wrong'un.

Everyone knew it.

As I understand it,

the two of you had cross words
about something?

Yeah.

Well, that was a few weeks back.

I was, um...

I was bringing the horse
and carriage

round the front of the house

to take him wherever
he was going.

And I noticed that Sampson,
that's the horse,

I noticed he was lame.

Then Thomas,
he come rushing out

saying he was late
and the horse'd be fine.

I said, 'No, Sir.

That horse needs medical
attention.'

Well, he didn't care, he was
drunk already.

Pushed me out the way,
jumped in the driver's seat,

and rode off.

The next morning,

I noticed the carriage was back
in the stables

still attached to poor old
Samson.

His leg was worse,
it was bleeding badly.

And as for the carriage, well...

it was all bent and buckled.

Poor old Sampson, he had...
he had to be destroyed.

And that's when I knew I
couldn't work for him no longer.

You believe he hit something
with the carriage?

Or someone.

You say this was a few
weeks ago.

When, exactly?

Ah...

What on earth are you doing?

Don't worry, I'll- I'll- I'll
clean it up.

You most certainly will,
you lady.

What are you doing?

I was looking for Father's
old newspapers.

He usually keeps them for
at least a month.

He says they are an invaluable
source of reference.

Did you know, many crimes are
reported to journalists

before the police?

Do you know that you have
a moldy piece of bread

in your hair?

I've searched the house
and couldn't find

any old papers
anywhere.

Er, I wondered if perhaps
they'd been thrown out.

Well, I told him to keep them
at work.

I got fed up with them
cluttering up the place.

Come on.

I'll ask Thomas Harper Jones to
come in for an interview.

He's probably taken steps to
shore up his alibi,

but the more lies there are,
the more cracks can appear.

What do you think the connection
is to the dead Mr. Wallis?

I'm not sure.

I'll need a full statement
from you,

outlining everything you saw.

What on earth...?

What has she done now?

What is it?

'Meet me here. Lizzie.'

Where, exactly?

Whoa! Here we go.

There'd better be a damn good
reason for this.

There is, I assure you.

Mr. and Mrs. Samaris

are originally from the island
of Cyprus.

Mr. Samaris doesn't
speak any English,

but his wife has been
good enough

to translate our conversation.

A few weeks ago, Mr. Samaris was
on his way back from work

when he was hit by a horse
and carriage in the street.

It was late, no-one was around
and the carriage didn't stop.

The police were unable to find
the driver,

as you'll have read in
the newspaper article

I left on your desk.

He is crippled.

That is why we
went to the detective.

Arthur Wallis?

Exactly.

Mr. Wallis was kind enough
to waive his initial fee.

Payment would be made

only if the culprit was brought
to justice.

And did your husband see the man

that was driving that carriage?

Yes. He gave a description to
the police,

but they didn't do anything.

He says this is the man in
the photograph.

This photograph...
of Thomas Harper Jones.

And it is my belief,
that Mr. Wallis

found Harper Jones
and confronted him

with the threat
of reporting him to the police.

And that...is why Harper Jones
murdered him.

My clever girl.

Five guineas he tried
to charge me.

So, I said to him,

'Do you have any idea
who my family is?'

Well, that shut him up.

Thomas Harper Jones?

What is it now?

I have a few more questions
for you.

Well, it's not a convenient
time.

This is not a request.

Have you finished your witness
statement?

Just checking for spelling
mistakes.

I wish you'd been this
dedicated to your schoolwork.

So, we searched the Harper
Jones' Mayfair residence.

He had the Samaris case file

that Arthur Wallis
was working on.

In it, he names Harper Jones
as a suspect,

so...that combined with
William's eyewitness account,

may be enough to secure
a conviction.

May be?

He'll have the best lawyers
money can buy.

Nothing's guaranteed.

So...

what now?

Um...

Well, we'll arrange
a line-up of suspects.

I'll asked William to formally
identify...

No, I mean...

What now for me?

Surely this proves where my
abilities lie.

Never, not for one moment did I
doubt your ability, Lizzie.

You are tenacious,

and resourceful,

and every bit as capable
as any man here.

But your opinion remains
unchanged.

I mean, my opinion doesn't
matter.

It's the rest of the world
that's the problem.

Who knows what will happen
in the future? But...

for now...

This is not a path that I can
follow.

I'm so sorry.

Good morning.

William, good morning.

I heard you were going
back to college.

I thought I'd come
and say good bye.

They've agreed to give me a
second chance.

Third, actually.

I was just looking for some
books to take,

but...I found this instead.

Hmm. I didn't know
you had a dog.

Not anymore. He died.

Uh, do you mind if I carry on
packing?

I have a train to catch.

No, no. Carry on.

So, I hear you found somewhere
to live?

Mmm. It's a lodging house in...
Stepney?

Your father paid the
first month's rent.

I- I said I'd pay him back
when I can.

Shouldn't be too long,
hopefully.

I've got a meeting
with the recruiting sergeant

this afternoon.

The recruiting sergeant?

I'm thinking about joining
the police.

Your father said he'd
put in a word for me.

You're joining the police?

I still don't know if
I actually will,

but they say
the money's quite good.

God knows what I'll look like
in the uniform.

Oh, this damn thing!

Here, let me.

No, I'm more than capable of
doing it myself. Thank you.

Have I upset you?

No, it's just this...dog.

Just this, this, this stupid,
damn dog!

It's not fair, William.
It's not fair.

Please, just...stop crying.

Lizzie!

Come on, young lady!

You'll be late.

I must be going...Miss Scarlet.

Are you alright?

Yes. Quite well, thank you.

William?

William!

Ah, I need a drink.

I'll get you some water.

Ah...

I was thinking more
a double whiskey.

Oh, what have I gone and done
to myself now?

Here, shh.

You've had us all so worried,
William.

I've been coming every day
to see you,

to sit with you,
hoping you'd wake up.

And now you...

And now you have!

Oh my...listen to me
going on, how are you feeling?

If...if you would just let me
speak...

It's good to hear
your voice, William.

It's...good indeed!

Can I get you some more water?

- I'd prefer a whiskey.
- You're not having whiskey.

Is this comfortable?

Not particularly when you
do that.

Sorry.