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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 got 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 soir�e 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.

Sl�inte.

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 canap�s 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
piece of moldy 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.