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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.

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.