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Mmm! I hoped
it would be that.

who seek to cause disruption.

There is talk that they are
becoming increasingly radical.

The woman is unhinged.

Capable of anything.

Even murder?

Nitroglycerin.

Do you think he was
making a bomb?

You work for men.

You do whatever
they ask.

Was there anyone
in particular

you wish commend
for their efforts?

Mr. Parker's here.

Finally.

As requested, the morning
edition of the London Post.

This is actually the first
newspaper I have bought myself.

Uh-- we usually have them
hand-delivered on a tray.

I had a chat
with the seller.

Very colorful
character.

Very earthy.

Aren't they just?

This publicity will be
so good for business.

They may even
mention you,Rupert.

Miss Scarlet's
business partner.Really?

That would be most
pleasing indeed,

although I-I-I don't think
my mother would be

at all pleased to hear
of my new investment.

Ah. Here we are.

Read it to us.

"The campaign for women's
suffrage

"took a dramatic turn
when a bomb plot was foiled

"by Detective Inspector
Wellington of Scotland Yard.

"Dogged determination...

"countless
lives saved...

"The man is a credit
to the police service.

Well, what does it say
about you?Yes, what...?

There's no mention of me
or my part in the investigation,

only Inspector Wellington

and his "brilliant
and tenacious mind."

Doesn't mention me?

Hmm...

Hm...

As well as the London Post,
there are also ar...

Da, da,
doot, doot, doo...

Good... hm.

Verygood...

Hm. Continue.

Yes, as I was
saying, sir,

as well as the London Post,
there are also articles

in the Telegraphand
the Morning Chronicle.

So I believe.

Wonderful publicity,
Wellington.

Thank you, sir.

So good, in fact,
that I've had a telegram

from the editor of
the Illustrated Police News.

They wish to write
an article about you.

About me, sir?

It's an utter rag, of course,
full of wild gossip

and cheap sensation,
but apparently

the Home Secretary
reads the damn thing.

Anyway, they're sending
one of their journalists over

this morning.Huh.

You might wish to mention me
at some point.

Yes, sir.

My steady hand at the wheel,

guiding the ship
through choppy waters,

inspiring all those
who serve under me?

Use your own words,
obviously.

Obviously, sir.

Do that, Wellington,
and the promotion we discussed

will be yours.

Who let you in?

Alfred, the desk sergeant.

Alfred?

I thought his name was Albert.

Seems you are good
at forgetting names.

Mine in particular.

Ah. The article.

No mention of me
at all.

No wonder you were so coy
in telling me about it.

I stupidly mistook
your slyness for modesty.

Eliza, it's, um...I need that publicity.

For every ten clients
that come to see me,

nine do an about turn
when they see

that it's not Henry Scarlet
behind the desk,

but his daughter.

Eliza, I am a detective
inspector for Scotland Yard.

It's one thing my men
knowing about our arrangement,

but it's quite another
for it to be

plastered across a newspaper.

If a situation occurs

where we work together again,

I will try my utmost
to ensure that you receive

the credit
that you deserve.

Very well.

I will try to give you
the benefit of the doubt.

[knocking on door]Duke,

There's a Mr. Bunce
in reception.Mmm.

I'll tell him to wait.

Good. Then that's settled.

Oh...

it is far from settled.

Frank. Frank!

Send
the journalist in.

Guten morgen,Fraulein Scarlet.

Good morning, Herr Hildegard.

Fraulein Scarlet,
may I introduce my niece,

Tilly?

She has come to stay
with me from Hamburg.

Delighted to meet you,
Fraulein Hildegard.

Uh, during her stay,

I'm sure she would welcome
some time with a more

mature lady
such as yourself.

Someone who can impart advice
about the latest fashions

and indeed
society gossip.

I know how you
ladies like to talk.

I'm a little busy working
to be aware of any gossip,

Herr Hildegard.

Quite so.
And I have told Tilly

all about you
and your detective agency.

I have never seen her

so excited.

Which presses
me to venture,

are you busy at this moment?

I'm afraid to say that I am,

but, uh, perhaps another time.

Oh, such is a shame,

since I have a
case for you.

That said...

I am never too busy for you,
Herr Hildegard.

Now what do you know
about death photography?

There are those who wish
to have one final image

of their loved ones
before they are buried.

There is a mark
on his cheek.

Yes, Mr. Henderson.

A friend of mine,
James Henderson,

provides this service.

It's a fascinating business
you have here.

There are those who find it
somewhat macabre,

but I believe we provide
an invaluable service

to the bereaved.

Herr Hildegard
speaks very highly of you.

He is most kind.

So how may I be of service?

I've been receiving some
disturbing correspondence.

I informed the police, but they
have as yet done nothing.

They are a constant
disappointment, are they not?

They arrive
in plain envelopes,

with no address
or postmark.

Hand delivered?

At different times
on different days.

Each one contains
a photograph I've taken

of their
deceased loved one.

But they've all been manipulated
from the originals, see?

After the first two arrived,

I believed someone
was gaining access to my studio,

so I burnt every negative
in my archive.

But still,
they keep coming.

And there is no
message with them?

Isn't this message enough?

Whoever is doing this
is clearly trying to terrify me.

That ghostly figure
is no random woman.

You know her?

Her name
was Katherine.

She was my wife.

She died last year.

And in here, we have
our records room.

Every arrest and conviction
going back to 1829.

Hmm...

There's actually
a, uh, a warrant in there

signed by Robert
Peel himself.

Robert Peel?

Absolutely fascinating.

You know, it truly
is an honor

to have been invited
into the inner sanctum

of such
an esteemed detective.

Ah, I must say I'm surprised
you've even heard of me.

Oh-ho!
You are too modest, sir.

Your reputation
precedes you.

Well, that is
for others to say.

Which they do.

You are the talk
of London, Inspector.

It's just down...And I can honestly say

with my hand on my heart,
I wept tears of joy

on hearing about
your latest exploits.

Discovering of the bomb plot,
oh-ho!

And not just of joy;
of gratitude, too.

Well, that is, uh...

And relief-- tears of joy,
gratitude, and relief.

Excuse me.

I am as emotional
as I am loquacious.

I shall conclude
by saying again,

it is an honor to be
in your presence.

And I know our readers
will be absolutely

fascinated to learn more about
the courage of the man

who keeps us safe
in our beds at night.

Yes, whilst we're, um...

whilst we're on that...

You would do me a great service

if, in the course
of your writing,

you were to mention the
head of our division,

Superintendent Stirling.

His leadership and guidance
really is an inspiration

to all those below him.

Is it?

I understand completely,
Inspector.

We all have masters to serve.

And on that topic,

might I suggest
a little quid pro quo?

Our newspaper editor,

no stranger to vanity himself,

is, um, very keen to attract
the largest possible readership.

As such,

we tend to favor more...
sensational stories.

Well, I'm sure we can
find something.

Let's, uh, see what
came in overnight.

Ah, here we are.

"Arson in a Tower Hamlets
brothel."

Ooh, promising.
Very promising.

Any fatalities?

No.

Oh. Shame.

Right.

We, uh...

Ah. "Dead body floating
in the Thames."

Ooh. Uh, male? Female?
Child?

Middle-aged man.

Oh, for a world where
men like we could be

held in the public's affection.

I say "we," though you are,
of course, younger than myself,

but you take the point
I'm making.

It is the death
of the young and the beautiful

that persuades people
to part with their pennies.

Yes. Of course.

Then you will understand, uh,
that if the article

is to be published,
I shall need a...

a novel or... intriguing case.

If the article is
to be published?

Oh, no.
Purely semantics, Inspector.

Mm.

These are my very best
magnifying glasses.

Top quality.
Bauman and Schuster.

They make the best
lenses in Germany.

You are most kind,
Herr Hildegard.

My father used to have
an extensive collection.

But they seem
to have gone awry.

Goodness only knows
where he put them.

Your father was
a great many things,

but organized
was not one of them.

These are the photographs
sent to Herr Henderson.

Yes. One or two have
slight marks on them.

I need to examine them
more closely.
Mm.

Do you know Mr. Henderson well?

Our paths often cross
through work.

I have known him
ten years or so.

He can't think of anyone
who might wish to distress him.

Can you?

No. He's a good man.

A kind man.

There.

There in the corner.

Mm.

And here, on the outside
of the envelope.

It looks like dried blood.

A further threat, perhaps.

Well, then why make it
so hard to see?

Did James tell you
how Katherine died?

No.

She was a troubled soul.
Took her own life.

And it was poor James
that found her.

Whoever is doing this to him
is most cruel.

Mm.

Miss Scarlet?

My name is Amelia Evans.

We met at Mr. Henderson's
studio.

Of course.

Please.

Take a seat.

I know who's doing this.

You know?

I help James
with his photography,

but I was hired
by his wife Katherine

to be governess
to their daughter.

Poor Katherine had been
struggling for some time

with her health.

She was prone to dark moods.

Things became so bad that...

I know how she died.

The poor man was broken.

When I started to help
with his work, as well as

my duties as governess
to Violet,

I didn't mean for us
to become so close.

People can make
such judgments.

That is why he wishes
to keep it quiet.

Keep what quiet?

We're engaged.

He proposed three weeks ago.

The very next day,
the first photograph arrived.

She's punishing us.

She's sending these images
from beyond the grave.

Surely you-you don't
believe that.

Katherine warned me
she would return

and punish me if I
went near her husband.

This is the revenge
of her tortured soul.

And I will prove it to you.

Before she passed into spirit

and left this mortal realm,
your mother gave you something

to remember her by.

It was... a painting?

Yes. That's right.

Beautiful landscape
of a river.

A city, London...
No, wait.

Thank you.

Not London. Paris.

The Seine at sunset.

Miss Scarlet is still
not convinced, Mother.

Let's just say
I enjoyed the spectacle.

Spectacle?

That is what you believe
you witnessed?

Well, the world would be

a very dull place if we all
did share the same beliefs.

Mother has the gift.

She's had it since childhood.

Tell her what you know
of Katherine.

She's a restless soul.

Angry. Betrayed.

Vengeful towards
my daughter.

And you think she is
sending these photographs

from beyond the grave?

I do not think it.
I know it.

Katherine has told me
herself from spirit.

Miss Evans, would you mind
if I spoke to your mother alone?

You're causing your daughter
great distress.

Surely you can see that.

I'm only telling her the truth.

You're telling her fairy tales.
Cruel ones at that.

You're a lot like him.

Who?

Your father.
He was a skeptic, too.

You knew him?

Not in life,
but I see him now.

He follows you.

I don't know what
your motives are

for spouting such nonsense.

I will tell her.

Your father says that
when you were a girl,

you had a pet frog.

He once used it to demonstrate
the effects of chloroform.

How do you know that?

You named the frog
after your teacher.

Mrs. Dawkins, wasn't it?

As you can see, there's a single
bullet wound to the chest.

The entry point here.

The exit wound is larger
because the bullet expands

as it travels
through the body, and...

I see that you're not
taking any notes, Mr. Bunce.

Oh-oh, that is because
you are so fascinating

to listen to, Inspector.

And also because

this crime does appear
a little commonplace.

Our readers crave

intrigue and mystery,
as I believe

I have already stated...
several times.

Well, we have yet
to do interviews

with known associates, checks
for previous convictions.

Perhaps that will
throw up some intrigue.

And mystery?

Mm, and mystery.

Duke.

We just got a message
from the Yard.

It was his business partner
that shot him.

Some row over an unpaid loan.

Well, let's not be too hasty,
Detective Jenkins.

There may be more to this
than meets the eye.

Three witnesses
saw him do it,

and when he got arrested,
he said...

"I'm glad I killed him."

Excuse me,
may I inquire as to

what line of business
they were engaged in?

Circus, perhaps?

Grave robbery?
Opium dealing?

No. They were chartered
accountants.

Right.

Thank you.

There was a burglary
in Clerkenwell

that sounded promising.

Well, let's hope so.

Inspector Wellington,

as you know, I'm a man who takes
no pleasure from conflict.

Indeed, I run from it
with all the strength

I get from the good Lord.

But there are times
when a foot must be put down.

And I regret to inform you

that my foot,
indeed both my foot...

feethave been thrust
firmly into the ground.

What the hell are you
talking about, man?

She vexes me so I can hardly
string two words together.

You must speak to her,
Inspector.

She will not listen
to reason.

Who?Miss Scarlet.

She's causing
a commotion outside,

trying to gain access.

Who is Miss Scarlet?

Oh, that female...

She's my cousin.

A very dull and
really quite plain,

uninteresting woman.

One moment, please.

No.

But I haven't even
told you what I...No.

I need the criminal
background on a suspect.

I believe she's practicing
some kind of fraud.

No.

Is that all you're
gonna say to me?

Yes. I'm busy.

William, you already
let me down once.

Please do not do it again.

Frank?

What are you doing?

Go with him.
He'll help you out.

No, no, no, no-- he likes me
even less than I like him.

I'll wait for you to finish.

I do not want you
loitering here.

Why not?

Frank?!

Wait here.

There are no records
of Edith Evans

having any criminal convictions.

You're sure this is everything
on fraudsters and spiritualists?

Yep.

Or she may have used
a different name.

That's common in fraud.

You don't say.

This woman is connected
to a crime

reported here a few weeks ago.

I'd like to see the case file.

That ain't gonna happen.

I'm confused.

I thought Inspector Wellington
told you to help me.

He said show you
the convictions for petty fraud,

which I have.

So now it's time
for you to leave.

Frank.

Frank, Frank, Frank,
Frank, Frank.

A man of your intelligence
can make his own decisions.

It's one of your
great strengths.

Well, thank...

Out.

I'm taking Violet to the park.

Say goodbye to your papa
and to Miss Scarlet.

Goodbye, Papa,
goodbye Miss Scarlet.

Goodbye.

She's so good with Violet.

I don't know what
I would've...

I should've told you
we were engaged.

I'm a private man, and
there are those who would

question the haste
with which I proposed.

Do you really believe
her mother is involved in this?

Well, she's either a fraud
or communing with the dead.

And I know which one
I find most likely.

But even if she wanted
to manipulate the photograph,

she would lack the skill.

You said you burned the
negatives, but before you did,

who else would have come
into contact with them?

Only Amelia.

You cannot
possibly think...

Amelia has been beside herself.

She's been suffering
night terrors.

This whole business has
been tearing her apart.

I have to go away
on business tonight,

and she hates to be alone

in the house--
is there any way you could...

I'm a private investigator,
Mr. Henderson,

not a nursemaid.

Please.

I fear she is losing her mind.

And I cannot lose her
as I lost Katherine.

Thank you again
for staying, Miss Scarlet.

I do hope I haven't
inconvenienced you.

Not at all. My pleasure.

Nighttimes are difficult for me,

given the things that have
happened in this house.

That is why James is so keen
for us to move away.

Where are you moving to?

Bristol.

And that's why he's gone,
to see about new premises.

He believes
we need a fresh start.

And do you?

Thank you, Ruth.

You do not have to get married,
you know.

I wish to be married to James
more than anything

and have children of my own.

What woman would not?

You do not
want to have

your own family?

Um, one day, perhaps.

That will be all, thank you.
You may go home now.

I have not been entirely
truthful with you, Miss Scarlet.

James and I, we were together
whilst Katherine was alive.

And she knew.

That is why she swore to me
that she would have her revenge.

We have brought
this punishment on ourselves.

Whoever's punishing you
is not a ghost.

Perhaps you will
change your mind,

since this is
Katherine's bedroom.

The same room where
she took her own life.

What happened
with that journalist?

He left.

He told me to, uh,
to contact him

when I've got
an "intriguing case."

Smarmy little git.

Yeah. I wouldn't have
to jump through these hoops

for some Fleet Street hack

if Stirling
respected me.

He wanted me to, um,
to sing his praises

and talk about how well-run

the department is.

Sounds like him.

I would've had
that promotion already

if he thought I was
the right sort of chap.

You know? For being in the Army.

If you'd been buggered
at the same boarding school.

Way of the world, innit?

Snobby sods looking down
their noses.

She's no better,
your Miss Scarlet.

Why do you put up
with her, anyway?

You were hoping to get
something out of it?

No, that is not how I see Eliza.

Forgive me, of course; you'd
never take advantage of a woman.

Oh, she's annoying as hell.

But I still would.
Know what I mean?

You say that again and I'll
knock through that bloody wall.

I've known Eliza
since we were young.

Her father couldn't
have done for me

if I was his own
flesh and blood.

I hope you were courteous to her

when you were helping her
with her case.

Of course I was.

Hmm?

It's not her case.

It came in to us first.

It got filed under

"Waste of Time."

Ghouls, death photographers
and messages

from beyond the grave.

Straight out
of a penny dreadful.

Bloody nonsense.

Stop being so ridiculous.

Please!

Miss Evans.

Come here.

It's all right.

It's just a dream.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to wake you.

I wasn't asleep.

Is there anything
you'd like?

Some warm milk, perhaps?

The maid's gone home.

Then I'll make it.

You are very kind,
but no, thank you.

We could have a brandy,
for medicinal purposes.

Believe me, I've tried.

It just makes things worse.
I'll be fine now.

Well, if you need anything,
you know where I am.

Thank you.

Oh, dear God.

What is it?

It's her.

Are you sure it was you who left
the window open last night?

Yes. I always
sleep with it open.

It was raining heavily,
so if someone came through,

there'd be footprints
or hand marks.

But I can find nothing.

Because no one came
through the window.

'Twas Katherine.
She's punishing us.

The front door
was locked last night?

I locked it myself.

And apart from you
and Mr. Henderson,

who else has a key?

Ruth, our maid.

Good morning, sir.
I wonder if you could help me.

Uh, a friend of mine came
in here a few moments ago,

a lady with a wicker basket?

She was sending a message
to a mutual friend who we are

to dine with this evening,
but I believe it gave

the wrong information of the
restaurant where we are to meet.

Uh, I wonder if I might look at
that message in order to check?

Messages treated with
strictest confidence.

I-I do understand, of course,
but she is a dear friend

and is on occasion
somewhat scatterbrained.

You know how us ladies can be.

Perhaps there's someone else
I could speak to? Your superior?

I'm in charge today.

I'm a private detective
working a case

and will pay you handsomely
to look the other way.

You're a what?

William.

What are you doing here?

I'm, uh, looking into
the Henderson case again

and my inquiries
brought me here.

Scotland Yard is now interested
in this case?

Stirling has, uh, requested
that all open cases

be resolved by the
end of the month.

Some inventory
from the home office.

So, we should pool the
information that we have

in order to bring
the matter to a close.

Very well.
What information do you have?

Well, there's a-a photographer
by the name of Henderson

and he has... he's been
receiving photographs.

You don't actually have
any information, do you?

I've only just
looked at the file

and have not got up to speed.

Did you follow me here?

Do you want my help or not?Why would I want your help?

'Cause you have that irritated
look on your face.

The one you usually reserve
for me.

You bring me that message now
or I will break every bone

in your body and then arrest you
for assaulting a police officer!

Are you, uh, you crying?

Just go and fetch it
and no harm will come to you.

Yes, Inspector.

What?

He's little more than a child.

You told me to frighten him.

I'm so sorry, sir.

I-I can't find the contents
of the message.

It's already been sent.
But I know who it went to,

and would gladly be of service.

I'm not gonna hit you.

Do you know this person?

Did you change or manipulate
these images?

No. Of course not.
I wouldn't even know how.

Perhaps you stole the negatives
before they were destroyed.

Perhaps you had them copied
by someone who did know how.

I don't understand.

Why are you
asking me this?

What do you want?I thought you were psychic.

This is just one file from
many that I found upstairs.

Name of deceased, date,

and cause of death.

Family members.

She has records on hundreds
of people.

It looks like there are funeral
homes, death photographers,

and several mortuaries
that give her tip-offs.

Well, this one's
from a "Ruth McCarthy."

The photographer's maid.

It's a list of Henderson's

recent clients, along with
information about the deceased,

some from Henderson's
appointment book,

some just overheard
conversation.

I can explain.

Please do.

"May 3rd,

"Mr. Henderson takes dinner
with German undertaker

Herr Hildegard, Herr H. talks
for some considerable time..."

Sounds like him.

"Herr H. mentions
'female detective'

and tells stories
of her father..."

You had a pet frog?

Look, I admit it,
I do collect information.

But I did not send
those postcards.

Why would I want
to punish my own daughter?

Well, because you don't
want her to be

with a man you feel
is unsuitable.

He's 20 years unsuitable.

And yes, I did encourage

Amelia's belief
that those photographs

were from
Katherine's ghost.

I hoped it might part them.

But that's all.

Well, if you didn't send
the photographs, then who did?

I don't know.
I swear.

She was most convincing.

Well, she lies for a living.

Let's see what she says
after a night in a cell.

We'll bring in
the maid,

a few others on the list,
see what they have to say.

In the meantime,
I'll update the Hendersons

on these latest developments.

William...

Do you believe in ghosts?

No, nor do I.

Sometimes...

Sometimes I feel
my father's presence.

And on occasion,
I even speak with him.

Do you now think me
quite peculiar?

Eliza, I've always
thought you quite peculiar.

Duke, message from the Yard.Yeah.

That journalist wants
to see you.

[grumbles]

He wants to get a sketch
of the spiritualist,

see if he can get it
in the early edition

or something.[clears throat]

What?

I'll be there shortly.

Journalist?

Mm. It's, uh, publicity,
for the division.

It's all very standard.

Now would you like me
to call your carriage?

What?

He's just writing about various
cases that I've been working on.

Including this one,
by the sound of it.

Well, the Henderson case
has-has piqued his interest.

You know what journalists
are like-- they love sensation.

Were you going
to tell him about me?

Yeah, it's...

Well, it's a complex situation,
Eliza.

Seems fairly simple
to me, William.

Once again, you wish to take
all the credit for yourself.

I am attempting
to improve my position,

but there are obstacles
in my path.

There's a cabal
of ex-Army officers above me.

Oh, you're facing prejudice

in your chosen career.

What must that be like?

Why can you not see?

Why will you not listen to me?

I'm sorry
to disturb you.

I wanted to let you know
that Scotland Yard

have arrested Edith Evans

on suspicion of sending
the photographs.

When was this?

A few hours ago.
Uh, she's being held in custody

along with your maid.

But it-it cannot be her.

Well, you'll have to take that
up with the police, I'm afraid.

It seems they've once again
taken an interest in your case.

That's not what I meant.
Just before you arrived,

we found this on the doorstep.

When, exactly?

Not ten minutes ago.

I'm leaving.

I have a cousin in Southwick.
She will put me up for a while.

Well, uh-- uh,
can we at least talk first?

I cannot be wed to a man who
does not believe or trust me.

Do you know what
he said to me?

He wondered if I was behind this
because, for some reason,

I didn't want to marry him.

And I now see where his
suspicion has come from.

It's my job to consider
all possibilities.

I wish to be married,
to have children,

to live a normal life.

If you do not,
that is your concern,

but do not try to twist
the minds of others.

Mr. Henderson?

Place him there, gentlemen,
and we shall begin.

Prop him up and I shall
take the photograph.

Hmm. His skin is pale.

Some more rouge, I think.

Do you want to play?

Perhaps later.

Where are the photographs,
Violet?

Where do you keep them?

She told me not to say.

Who?

Mother.

Katherine knew about
you and Amelia.

Before she died,

she planned
one last act of revenge.

She told Violet about
a game she wanted to play,

a game that would
take place as soon

as Papa and Amelia
were to be wed.

She made the poor girl
deliver these letters to you

without knowing
what was in them.

Where is she now?

Please, don't be angry
with her, James.

My sweet girl.

It's all right.

To which he said,
"It's a complex situation."

To which I replied, "It seems
fairly simple to me, William.

You wish to take
all the credit for yourself."

Quite. Uh, I bumped into
Herr Hildegard today.

And I-I met his niece;

a rather dull sort of girl.

And even if William and I
were not friends,

he still gave his word.

It's still a betrayal.

And... Rupert!

Hmm?

Are you listening to me?

I'm sorry, um,

this short attention span
is the curse

of being an only child.

Blame it on my mother
for doting on me so.

How is Mrs. Parker?

Well, she... she is again
urging me to be wed,

continue the Parker family name.

If only I could find a wife
who would complement

the more complex aspects
of my life.

Hmm.

Eliza, um...

both of our lives,
they are... unconventional.

Perhaps we might come
to some arrangement.

Rupert, there's no doubt
in my mind

that we would make each other
extremely unhappy.

Really?

See, I am not asking you
to partake

in any kind of intimacy.

I can assure you I can think
of nothing worse.

What?

Sorry to bother you, sir.

I wonder if I...

Continue.

It's about that article, sir.

The one for the
Illustrated Police News.

No problems, I trust?

No, sir. Quite the opposite.

They are going
to press tonight,

and the serialization will
begin in the morning.

I have also told them
to include mention of you

and the wider efficiency
of the department.

Well, that's very good of you.

There's really no need.

I look forward to reading it.

Well done, Wellington.

Excellent work.

Was there something else?

Uh, yes, sir.

You mentioned that you would

make a decision
about my promotion

to chief inspector.

Did we not speak
about that earlier?

No, sir.

If we had,
I-I would have remembered.

I'm afraid I gave
the job to Hudson.

Better luck next time,
eh?

Chin up, and all that.

With all due respect, sir,
Hudson has only been

with the division for
three months. [clears throat]

He's been in the Army
for five years.

The Queen's Own Hussars,
no less.

Yes, well, that's hardly...

And his father and I were
in the Crimea together.

Hmm.You've never seen anyone

so calm under fire.

His whole family have ice
in their veins.

You should meet the mother.

Terrifying woman.

Ah, good day,
Fraulein Scarlet.

Herr Hildegard,
Fraulein Hildegard.

Where are you off to
on this fine morning?

Your friend is taking us
for a stroll in the park.

My friend?

He came by last night
and introduced himself.

He is so charming
and amusing,

and handsome, too.

Eine habscher
gentleman, huh?

Ah, here he is.

Ah.

Good morning, Mr. Parker.

Good morning,
Herr Hildegard.

Miss Scarlet.

Mr. Parker, what
a delightful surprise.

Guten morgen, Fraulein.

Bulges.

I, uh, I thought you were out.

How did you get in here?

Henry was always
losing his keys,

so he, uh, gave me a spare.

In fact, this is
his second spare.

He lost the first.

What do you want?

I left you a note,

and a-a present of sorts.

I owe you an apology, and...

I didn't want to have
an argument.

Also, some things are
better written down.

You have a tendency
to infuriate me in person,

and it makes me lose
my train of thought.

And this is your apology?

This is.

"Death and the Maiden.

Female Detective Cracks Case
of Ghostly Terror."

I got there just as
the press was about to roll.

I don't know what to say.

I-I can't vouch for
the quality of the writing,

but your part
in solving the case

is mentioned in full,

as is the address
of your premises.

Thank you.

Well, I should, uh,
I should go.

Uh, should I leave
your spare key?

Uh, no.

Keep it, just in case.