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Did you require something, sir?

You remember the
night of the murder?

You told me you saw a man you
thought was Sergeant George?

Yes, sir.

See anyone else?

Like a woman?

A woman with a black-fringed
shawl, by any chance?

No, sir, I didn't see anybody else.

Ah. That's a shame.

But it was dark, sir.
I only saw the Sergeant cos
he just about knocked into me.

But, begging your pardon, sir,
I understood you'd made an arrest.

I have.

I've arrested George.

Sometimes you have to do something
and be seen to do something.

And sometimes, just doing something
for the sake of doing something,

will make something else happen.

Very good, sir.

May I ask, Inspector, if you will be
needing to use Mr Tulkinghorn's
office for very much longer?

Not much longer, my good friend.

I think things are
just boiling up nicely.

I've brought someone to see you,
George.

Mother?

George.

George.

Why did you wait so long?

I don't...

How have you come here, Mother?
Your friends sent to me.

Did you think I wouldn't
come running?

Oh, George. George.

My dear boy.

I never meant to bring shame
on you, Mother. Nor have you, George.

I never did it, Mother.

Mr Tulkinghorn, I never did it.

Course you didn't.

And no-one who knew you would
ever think you could.

We'll soon have you out of here.

But why didn't you come
to see me all these years?

We never cared
what you'd done with yourself.

In jail. Arrested for murder,
and likely to be hanged.

Not the best of circumstances.

I'm very sorry it had to be like
this. Oh, don't talk nonsense, boy.

Mr Jarndyce says there's no
good evidence against you.

All you need is a good lawyer,
and you'll be free in no time.

I won't have a lawyer, Mother.
Yes, you will.

You'll have the best
lawyer in London.

Your brother Robert will pay
the bills and be glad to do it.

Does he know about this?
No, how could he?

I came straight here
with Mr Jarndyce.

I don't want him to know about this.
And I don't want his help.

Why ever not, George?

HE SIGHS HEAVILY

Because
we had harsh words when I left.

And he's a man of wealth now,
and I never amounted to much.

And now I'm about
as low as a man can be.

I'd be ashamed to meet him, Mother.

I'll accept a lawyer, if I must,
but not paid for by him.

Oh, George.

You're just as silly
as you ever were.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

All done, all done.
This was a good day's work.

You found Mrs Rouncewell?
I found her, she came.

Mother and son reunited,
tears of joy and so on.

And George has agreed to a lawyer
representing him.

Do you think Sergeant George
will be freed now? I think
there's a very good chance of it.

I don't think Inspector Bucket
believed he was guilty. Then I'm
happy for Sergeant George. Hmm.

Of course I am.

Well, he's a good man.

One of the best of men.

What is it, Esther?
Nothing, nothing.

Come on, my dear.

I know you better than that.

I can't help thinking, who will
Inspector Bucket arrest now?

Well, the guilty
party, one would hope.

My mother believed
that Mr Tulkinghorn was her enemy.

That he held her in his power

because of a secret he
had discovered from her past.

Because of me.

Well?

What follows?

I think she felt relieved
when Mr Tulkinghorn was no longer
there to torment her.

Esther.

Esther, you can't think...
No. No, no.

But others might think it.
Inspector Bucket might think it.

Come, come. You know and I know
that your mother is utterly
incapable of such a thing.

Yes. Of course, you're right.

I must get along
or I'll be late. I promised
I'd visit Caddy this morning.

Esther,
there really is no need to worry.

If ever there was a woman above
suspicion, it's Lady Dedlock.

And the name, madam?

You know very well who I am,
Mr Mercury.

Mrs Rouncewell. My Lady's
housekeeper at Chesney Wold.

And I am here to see my mistress
on a matter of private business.

I'll just see if she's at home.

Wait here, please.

Her Ladyship will see you now,
if you'd care to come up.

Seems very strange to see
you in London, Mrs Rouncewell.

What can I do for you?

If you please, m'lady,

I don't know whether you have heard.

My son is in prison.

Arrested for murder.

Your son?!

Arrested for murder?
Not the son you have met, m'lady.

His brother, George, who left
home very young to join the Army.

He is wrongly accused.

I didn't know who else to turn to.

And who is your son
supposed to have murdered?

Mr Tulkinghorn.

I see. And what had your soldier son
to do with Mr Tulkinghorn?

There was a debt.

But there was a dispute about it,

and a boy died at my son's place.

And George held Mr Tulkinghorn
to blame for it.

What boy? A poor crossing-sweeper
boy that they called Jo.

I don't know the ins and outs of it,

but George was very angry with
Mr Tulkinghorn about it

and people knew that.

Forgive me, Mrs Rouncewell.

But it sounds as if the police had
good reason to arrest your son.

But he's innocent, m'lady!

I know him.
He'd never do a thing like that.

Many a mother has said
that before, Mrs Rouncewell.

Lady Dedlock,

before I left Chesney Wold,

I received a letter.

I don't know who wrote it,

and it made no sense to me
at all because when it came,

I'd never heard of any murder.

But now I think perhaps
you do know something, m'lady.

And that you might
be able to help my son.

Do you wish for me to read this?

Not in my presence, m'lady, please.

And please believe
I don't give it any credit.

But if there is anything that
you know or anyone you suspect,
I beg you to consider it

and think of my son.

Thank you, m'lady.

Mother and child both doing
very well, I'm happy to say.

Thank you, Mr Woodcourt.
Thanks indeed, noble practitioner
of the Hippocratic art.

What wonders you have worked here.

How I wish we could reward you in
accordance with your deserts.

But we are poor folk, Mr Woodcourt,
poor wretched creatures.

All our money goes on finery for
him, the old fraud.

I could...cook him!

I can tell you're
feeling better, Caddy. I'll see
you get paid, Mr Woodcourt.

Somehow.
No need to think about that now.

But you do need to think
about money, don't you?

There's no need
to be anxious about me.

I'm not exactly starving, you know.

You could do with a new coat,
I think.

It's a good thing I'm not vain about
my appearance, or I'd be mortified.

I'd be glad to mend it for you.

I'm very good with a needle,
though I say it myself. Would you?

I think that would mean
more to me than a new coat.

Have you seen much of
Richard lately, Mr Woodcourt?

I haven't seen him for a few days.

What with Mrs Turveydrop
and my other patients.

Why, are you worried about him?

I'm sure Ada has heard
from him, but she says not.

It's not like her to keep anything
from me. I'm afraid she may
be hiding some bad news.

I'll go and look him up
in his lodgings this evening.

A glass of wine does raise
the spirits, don't you find?

Why d'you look at me like that?

You think I'm a poor
sort of fellow, don't you?

Not a bit of it.

In one way I envy you very much.

Really? Why's that?

You have the love
of a very dear girl.

Lord, you're not in love with
her yourself, are you?

No. No.

Oh, yes, of course.

Esther.

HE COUGHS

Esther.

Do you think I have a chance with
her? I think she likes you very much.

She's a strange
little creature in some ways.

Takes her housekeeping duties
very seriously and so on.

She's very attached to
Jarndyce, too, I must admit.

Still, not even a fellow
like that would keep a girl cooped
up for the rest of her life

just to
sort out his linen cupboards.

Well, well.

Esther.

Good for you, Woodcourt.

If you like her, you should ask her.

I intend to.

Morning, Miss Esther.
Good morning, Harriet.

I was just coming down, Esther.
Have you heard from Richard?

No. Not for a while.

Shall we go down, then? Yes.

Yes.

Ada, I should like to go and visit
Richard and see how he's getting on.

Oh?

Why that, now? Well, I had a note
from Mr Woodcourt, who's a little
concerned about his health.

Oh, well I should go, not you.

Go together.

Give him my best love.
That suit you, Ada?

Yes. Very well.

There's a letter for you, sir.

Addressed to you here, sir,
care of Sir Leicester Dedlock.

Oh yes? Give it here.

Hmm.

That's old news, that is.

Got a pinch of snuff for me,
Mr Mercury?

Thank ye kindly.
I'll do the same by you one day.

Well, take a pinch yourself.
We're all friends here.

Don't mind if I do.

Fine ladies and gentlemen
are all very well,

but I prefer below stairs
on the whole.

Recalling the night of the murder,
did Lady Dedlock go out at all
that night, do you remember?

Yes, she did.
Yes, I thought she did.

On her own, was she? Yes.

M'lady likes a little walk
at night. Quite on her own.

Fresh night air, she says.
Yes, that's all in order.

But that night,
that particular night...

.I'll just take another pinch
of this very fine snuff of yours,
Mr Mercury.

That particular night,
can you recall what she was wearing?

No, sir.

No, sir? Can't recall?

Might she have gone out with a
black-fringed shawl, by any chance?

Hand on my heart, Mr Bucket,
I can't be sure.

M'lady often goes out.

M'lady has such a lot of clothes.

I can't be sure.
I'm sorry, Mr Bucket.

Don't torment yourself, Mr Mercury.

You've been very helpful.
A fount of wisdom.

Just a tiny pinch more.

Now where we seen hand like that?

Well, well, well.

I've got a little
errand for you, Mr Clamb.

Have you, Mr Bucket?

You remember that French maid
who was brought here one time?

Miss Hortense? That's the one.

I want her brought here, Clamb.

Had you not better get one of your
policemen to bring her here, sir?

No, Mr Clamb.

That wouldn't strike the young
lady as a friendly thing to do.

You just go and tell her
a gentleman wants to see her

in Mr Tulkinghorn's office,

and it will be to her
advantage to accompany you there.

As a favour to me, Mr Clamb.

Quickly, past Vholes's office.

I detest that man.

Here, this is the house.

You seem to know your way very well.

Do I?

Ada, my love.

COUGHING: Esther.

Richard, what is it?

Nothing, nothing. Frog in my throat.

Is this a healthy place to live,
do you think?

It's near the law courts
and it's near Vholes.

Perhaps a change from both
would be good for your health.

No. We're doing
very well at present. We really
are spinning along.

Ask Vholes.
He's giving them no rest.

We shall rouse up that nest
of sleepers, mark my words.

Come and sit down, my love.

I can't pretend with her, you see.

I fluctuate a little,
that's the truth.

Sometimes I hope, and sometimes I...

Well, not despair exactly,
but pretty close.

It's all such weary, weary work.

Esther, I'm not going back
with you to Bleak House.

But where will you sleep, Ada?

With my husband.

We were married as soon as
I came of age.

Sorry I kept it a secret from you.

But you kept a secret from me.

Don't be angry with us.

HE COUGHS

So, YOU bring me 'ere.

What d'you want?

Not the first time we've been
together in this room, my dear.
So what?

I saw you at the funeral.

I never realised you were such
an admirer of our deceased friend.

It is no crime to attend a funeral.

No, but someone's been writing
letters, my dear. Oh, yes?

"Lady Dedlock, murderess."
And what of it?

Look at this. You remember,
you wrote your address for me?

Now look at the note.

Same handwriting, would you agree?

Oh, the great detective(!)

So pleased with himself.

Yes, I wrote the letters because
you so clearly get everything wrong.

I know it was Lady Dedlock
who killed that man.

Oh, you do, do you?

How's that, then? I saw her
that night. I followed her 'ere.

Excellent.

I wonder now,
did you notice what she was wearing?

She wore a black dress.

And she covered her face
with a black-fringed shawl.

Black-fringed shawl.

I wonder now,

if you was to go to her house,

could you find that shawl for me?

Of course. I know
where all her clothes are kept.
I was her maid, stupid man!

All right, all right.

Now listen to me.

This is my plan...

Here we are, my dear.

My friend should be waiting.

HE KNOCKS ON DOOR

All right, Mr Mercury?

This is for you. You still here?!

As you see, some of us know how
to hold our tongues. Come on.

A bientot, mademoiselle.

Steady, you mad beasts!

I'm not a sack of potatoes! Ow!

I'll dock you tuppence for that.

Now down gently.

Judy, shake me up.

Mr Clamb, good evening.

If you're looking for Mr Bucket,
he's not here.

I'm not looking for him.
I'm looking for you.

And I've found you, ain't I?
What can I do for you, Mr Smallweed?

Private business.
Out, the lot of you! You too, Judy.

I'll call you when I need ya.

You've got some letters
of mine here, Mr Clamb.

Of great personal
and sentimental value.

Mr Tulkinghorn was gonna pay me a
lot of money for 'em, and now I'm
out of pocket. So I want 'em back!

Mr Smallweed,
this office is full of letters.
How am I to know which ones you mean?

They're tied up with pink ribbon,
and addressed to a Captain Hawdon.

As I recall, Mr Smallweed,
Mr Tulkinghorn paid
you for those letters.

In fact, I think I could
lay my hand on the receipt.

Well, what use are they to him?
Or you? Or his estate now?

I know how to make money
out of 'em and you don't.

Well, it's a pity
you don't own 'em, then.

Ain't it, Mr Smallweed? All right!

All right. I'll go shares with ya.

Oh, I don't know, Mr Smallweed.

I think that would be wrong.
Well, who's to know?

Come on, Mr Clamb.

Who's gonna pay your wages now?

I'm offering you a partnership.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Bucket...?

Bucket! I thought that disagreeable
business was all done with.

Perhaps he has come to claim the
reward, my dear. Rather presumptuous.

One would have thought that he
would at least wait until the
fellow was convicted and hanged.

Mr Bucket.

Sir Leicester Dedlock, Baronet.

My Lady Dedlock. Mr Bucket,
how goes the world with you?

Tolerably well, sir. Tolerably well.

Was there something you wanted,
Mr Bucket? Yes, sir, there was.

A few questions
I'd like to put to Her Ladyship.

The devil you would!?
I have no objection.

Let him ask his questions.

Perhaps your ladyship would
be more comfortable if I
put them to you in private?

No. Whatever you have to say to me,
you may say in front of my husband.

Very good, my lady.

Won't take long.

Did you go out
on the night of the murder?

Mr Mercury tells me... Yes.

I did, I believe.

I do sometimes feel the need
to take the air before retiring.

Nothing wrong with that.
Where did you go?

I really cannot recall, Mr Bucket.

The purpose of the walk
was to take the air,

not to go anywhere in particular.

Just so, of course.

Can you recollect what
you was wearing, my lady?

What an extraordinary question.

No, I cannot.
Quite a chilly night, as I recall.

Would you have had a black-fringed
shawl with you, by any chance?

I do not believe
I possess any such garment.

You see, the thing is, a lady,
or shall we say a woman,

was seen in the vicinity
of Mr Tulkinghorn's that night,

wearing just such a shawl,
held over her face.

That is very interesting,
Mr Bucket, but as I say, I do not
believe I possess any such thing.

Very good.

With your permission, Sir Leicester?

What is that woman doing here?

Leave my house or I shall have you
ejected. You have no business here!

Stay where you are.

I say Mademoiselle Hortense has
business here. Law business.

And NO-ONE is above the law.

Not even Sir Leicester Dedlock,
Baronet.

Find it? Yes.

Show it.

Where d'you find it?
In my lady's closet.

You let that creature...
Steady, Sir Leicester.

And Mercury was with me
when I found it. Give it here.

D'you recognise this shawl, my lady?

Yes, I do recognise it now.

Very good.

Memory can play funny tricks.

Now, I wonder if you can
remember any more about that night?

Perhaps if I tell you
that Sergeant George,

the fellow we've got locked up,
says he saw a woman
with a black-fringed shawl

on the stairs leading up to
Mr Tulkinghorn's office.

This is not the only black-fringed
shawl in London, I believe.

And, as I say,
I cannot remember wearing it.

Perhaps if I say this young lady
says she followed you that night?

You see?
Now you must tell the truth.

Be quiet, mademoiselle, please.

Lady Dedlock?

I did walk as far as
Mr Tulkinghorn's office that night.

I had remembered something
I wanted to say to him. Ah!

Very good.

You were taking the air,

you remembered you had
something to say to Mr Tulkinghorn.

You thought you might as well pop up
and have a word with him right away.

Did you have that
word with him, my lady?

No, I did not.

I knocked on the door
but I received no reply.

I came away. Liar!

I believe
I passed someone on the stairs.

That would have been Mr George.

And that clears up the last
point that's been puzzling me.

With your permission again,
Sir Leicester?

Now, Constable,
you can arrest this lady for the
murder of Mr Tulkinghorn.

No. No! You fool! Her! Her!

Hortense Jaboulet.

You are arrested for the murder
of Mr Josiah Tulkinghorn of
Lincoln's Inn Fields. Take her away.