All language subtitles for Miss.Scarlet.S05E05.The.Enchanted.Mirror.720p.WEB-DL.x264-JiVE

[♪ ♪]

You're going in late
today.

Well, things have eased up

since I've become Inspector
Blake's assistant.

[♪ ♪]

BLAKE: I will need a full report
of the case

on my desk first thing.

Are you otherwise engaged
this evening?

I'm going to start afresh.

I can't be a private
investigator here anymore,

but Australia... out there,
anything's possible.

Reverend Harvey.

What are you doing here?

[ ] ] We've set a
date for the wedding.

(gasps)

[♪ ♪]

[♪ ♪]

(thunder claps)

(whimpering)

(click)

[♪ ♪]

[♪ ♪]

(bell ringing, crow cawing)

(bell continues)

(door opens)

(door closes)

HEADMISTRESS (sighs):
Eliza Scarlet, yet again.

Do you think
you're someone special?

Like the normal rules
do not apply?

Well, you're wrong.

You're not special.

Far from it.

(pounds): Eliza Scarlet,
are you listening to me?

Good.

And to get it through
that stubborn head of yours,

you will write out

100 times...

... "I am no one special."

Come on, hurry up...
"I am no one special."

"I am no one special."

[ ] ] "I am no one special."

[♪ ♪]

(dogs barking, Eliza panting)

[♪ ♪]

Whatever it is you think I know,
you're mistaken.

You've been poking around,

asking questions.

And then I find you
in my room.

Yeah, I, I can explain,
but not here.

At Scotland Yard.

Because that's where
you're going, Mr. Skinner.

Right now, in fact.

Good evening,
Miss Scarlet.

Detective Fitzroy,
gentlemen, punctual as ever.

As promised, I deliver
to you

Mr. Silas Skinner, arsonist,

robber, and blackmailer
to a client of mine.

[FITZROY: ] ] Put
him in the wagon.

Who are you?

No one special.

[♪ ♪]

[♪ ♪]

[♪ ♪]

[♪ ♪]

Ah, good, you're here,
Detective Fitzroy.

I had to read your message three
times before it sunk in, sir.

I could hardly believe it!

The great Abraham Barratt,
dead.

I take it you're an
admirer. Indeed I am, sir.

In my estimation,
Barratt and Kapoor

are second only
to Gilbert and Sullivan.

I have often wondered...

Forgive me, sir,
this is not the time.

Go on.

Briefly.

I have often wondered,

in such a partnership,
which I would prefer.

To be the composer of the music,
like poor Mr. Barratt here,

or to write the stories,
like Mr. Kapoor.

And what was your conclusion?

I should prefer to be a writer.

But a composer is still
quite a thing.

The man's dead,
Detective Fitzroy.

He will not be offended.

Speaking of the writer,

it was Mr. Kapoor who was last
seen with the deceased.

A stagehand saw them
arguing in the auditorium

after tonight's
performance.

20 minutes later,
a gunshot rang out from in here.

The press has always
fueled rumors

of a tempestuous relationship
between the two men.

But whatever
their tensions,

their operettas were a joy.

In fact,
I tried to obtain tickets

to tonight's final performance
of "The Shadow Queen,"

but it was sold out.

Can you imagine anything
so disappointing, sir?

Yes, several things.

So, we have
a gunshot to the heart,

and from the powder burn on
the shirt, it was close range.

But no murder weapon.

However,

we do have this glove
covered in specks of blood.

The deceased
still wears his gloves,

so I'm assuming this
belonged to the shooter.

A safe disguised
as a mirror.

Ingenious!

An empty safe.

Could it be a robbery, sir?

Possible,
or made to look like one.

Let's start with his partner,
Mr. Kapoor.

Gather some men,
go to his house,

see what you can find,

and then bring him in
for questioning.

Oh, and Detective
Fitzroy.

Sir?

The man's a suspect.

Don't ask him
for his autograph.

Yes, sir.

(people talking in background)

Morning, sir.

[BLAKE: ] ] Detective Phelps.

I thought you had
some days off.

I do, but I heard
about the Barratt murder

and I thought
you might need me in.

I appreciate the offer,
but there's no need.

Enjoy your time off.
With respect, sir,

something this high-profile

needs one of your
more senior men.

An experienced eye.

As I have said,

I don't need any more assistance
on the investigation.

What's she doing here, then?

Oh.

Good morning,
Inspector Blake.

Miss Scarlet, we seem
to have a communication problem.

I have requested
on several occasions

that you do not enter my office

without permission.

I heard about
the murder of Abraham Barratt.

The mighty composer, dead.

You assume changing the subject

will somehow distract me
from your unauthorized entry.

Did it?
No.

Oh.

Just state your business
and then please allow me

to get on with mine.

My, uh, my colleague,
Mr. Clarence Pettigrew,

is visiting Liverpool
on financial business,

and in his absence,

he's left me a list of unpaid
accounts he wishes me to settle,

one of which is my fee
for the Hawkins case.

It's been a month.

That is a matter for the
accounts department, not me.

I also heard that you're
the lead investigator

on the Barratt case.

The accounts department's
on the ground floor.

Third door on the right.

Miss Scarlet!
How nice to see you!

Good morning to you, too,
Detective Fitzroy.

How is Mr. Skinner this morning?

On his way to Wormwood Scrubs
as we speak.

[BLAKE: ] ] Ah, yes, I
heard about his arrest.

Silas Skinner has evaded us
for more time

than I'd like to admit...
bravo, Detective.

Oh, I had very little
to do with it, sir.

It was all down to

Miss Scarlet... she practically
hand-delivered him.

Oh.

Well, in that case,
bravo, Miss Scarlet.

Thank you, Inspector Blake.

So, I gather from your presence
in my office, you have something

you wish to share with me,
Detective Fitzroy.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Kapoor is ready
in interview room two.

Mr. Kapoor?
As in Amil Kapoor?

As in Amil Kapoor,
the dead man's partner?

Yes. [BLAKE: ] ] No.

Thank you, Detective Fitzroy.

I will be along
momentarily. Yes, sir.

I heard a rumor
that you searched

Mr. Kapoor's house.
Good day.

May I just point out
that I'm between cases

at the moment, so should you
need any assistance... I won't.

Then I will bid you
good day.

(chuckles softly)

My friend is dead,
and I am dragged in here

and thrown into a cell
for the night,

suspected of his murder?

You were not dragged anywhere,
Mr. Kapoor, nor were you thrown.

I presented my evidence to you
last night

and you have
no plausible explanation.

I did not kill Abraham.

There's nothing more
to say on the matter.

You were the last person
to be seen with the deceased,

and witnesses claim there
was an argument between you.

(sighs):
As I explained, Inspector,

Abraham and I had
some cross words.

Nothing out of the ordinary.
Cross words about what?

My wife was one of the cast.

He was criticizing her
performance like he always did.

Hm, there's also the
matter of a white glove

matching the one left
at the crime scene

found at your property.

So, too, was a revolver, one
which had recently been fired.

The bullets match the one
found in Mr. Barratt's body.

I have no idea how my glove
got into Abraham's office,

nor can I account
for my revolver,

but as I have said
numerous times,

I went straight home
after our disagreement

and I remained there
all evening.

To an empty house where
no one can verify your presence.

My wife was out with
the rest of the cast

celebrating
the final curtain.

How many times
must I explain that?!

Have you had any more
thoughts on what might have

been stolen
from Mr. Barratt's safe?

No, I have not.

And I find it difficult
to think about anything

other than the fact
that my oldest friend is dead

and I have been accused
of killing him!

(sighs):
Mr. Kapoor, I have no choice

but to charge you with
the murder of Abraham Barratt.

So you will be taken from here
and held at Newgate Prison

pending further investigation.

[♪ ♪]

(breathes deeply)

Can I help you?

I'm looking
for Miss Scarlet.

You've found her.

My name is Matilda Barratt,
widow of Abraham Barratt.

[♪ ♪]

Abraham is not yet cold, and
I should be at home in mourning,

but I was asked to find
a private investigator,

and it is a call for help
I could not ignore.

By whom?

The man accused
of killing my husband.

Wha... His partner?

Mr. Kapoor?

Amil Kapoor is not
just my husband's partner.

He has been my lover
for the past year.

Amil protests his innocence,

but they're now transferring him
to Newgate Prison,

which is why he sent me
an urgent message this morning.

He instructed that I go
to the two largest

investigation agencies
in the city,

Gill and Son and Culpepper's,

and prior to coming here,
I did just that,

but they both refused
to take the case.

Well, if Mr. Kapoor has
been transferred to Newgate,

the evidence against him
must be robust indeed.

It'll be a hard case
to prove him innocent.

Do you believe he is?

I'm unsure what to believe.

I know that I love him,
and that if he's convicted,

he will hang.

Amil is married, and
my husband is not yet buried.

I must ask
that you keep my involvement

in this matter
strictly confidential.

I will need the full facts,

both Mr. Kapoor's side
of the story

and the evidence
against him.

But he, he won't be allowed
visitors at Newgate,

and even if he was, women aren't
permitted access to the prison.

But I'll find a way,
Mrs. Barratt.

[OFFICER: ] ]
Come on, in you go.

[♪ ♪]

Uh, Mr. Fulton.

I apologize for
the interruption,

but I believe you know
an associate of mine,

Mr. Patrick Nash.

It was through your arrangement
that I was able

to visit Mr. Nash here,
and I was hoping

for a similar arrangement
to visit another inmate.

Don't remember no Nash.

Uh, cocky? Irish?

Owes you money?

Very well.

Perhaps I can inform
the prison governor

about your little sideline.

Might that jog your memory?

(inhales sharply)

[ELIZA: ] ] I need a thorough
understanding of your case, Mr. Kapoor.

The bullet
that killed Mr. Barratt

matches the ones
found in your revolver.

How do you account for that?

I cannot,
nor can I square the fact

that my glove was found
at the crime scene,

but I did not kill
my partner, I swear it.

And I assume
the police are unaware

of your relationship
with his wife.

Mm-hmm.

(inhales)

There is something else
I did not share with them.

After the final show last night,

Abraham told me that locked
inside his safe

was a manuscript
for a new operetta,

but the police informed me

that when they found Abraham
dead,

the safe was unlocked
and empty.

So, someone had stolen
the manuscript.

Then why not tell the police
that?

Because the manuscript was for
Abraham's first solo production.

That was the real reason
for our argument.

(laughs): He was
dissolving our partnership.

(chuckles): Gloated that it
would be the biggest hit yet,

some magical story
about an enchanted mirror.

The truth is,

Abraham was the real talent
in our partnership.

We began as equals.

I wrote the book...
the story and the dialogue...

and he composed the music.

We set up a theater company

with actors and musicians,

and we had residency
in so many theaters,

but increasingly,
he began to do it all...

the story and the composing.

And the more his talent grew,

the more mine seemed
to diminish.

(sighs)

Abraham leaving me behind
would be the end of my career.

Yes.

That look on your face
is exactly

why I didn't tell the police.

(chuckles)

Quite the motive for murder,
is it not?

So you think whoever stole
the manuscript is the killer.

I do.

And I think they're doing
their best

to implicate me in the crime.

Well, do you know
who would do such a thing?

That's why I hired you.

[♪ ♪]

Thank you for waiting.

[PHELPS: ] ] Miss Scarlet.

[ELIZA: ] ] Detective Phelps.

This is no place for a lady.

What on Earth could
have brought you here?

Research.
Research?

(chuckles):
Well, do go on.

I've been interviewing
a number of prisoners

to better understand
the nature of the criminal mind.

Oh, that's good,
that's very good.

You do know how to
cheer me up, Miss Scarlet.

Now, what are you really
doing here?

I believe I just told you.

Good day.

(door closes)

As senior detective,

I'm leading the investigation
into the Barratt murder,

and I have a strong suspicion

you've been talking
to our prime suspect,

so I'm asking... no.

Instructing that you share

any and all information
about this case.

Have you never heard
of client confidentiality?

So, the accused
is your client?

Well, now you've shared
summat with me... (door opens)

... would you like me
to share something with you?

Not really.
(sniffs)

I went to see Mrs. Barratt to
ask about her husband's murder.

She wasn't at home, so
I spoke to her driver instead.

He told me she'd paid
a visit this morning

to the lady detective.

So that got me thinking.

You must have spoken
to the widow before

you spoke to the man accused
of killing her husband.

Which is all
very intriguing.

Are you drunk?

You didn't answer
my question.

You didn't answer mine.

Perhaps I should ask
Inspector Blake instead.

Hm... very well.

I'll find out what's
going on meself.

(door closes)

[VIOLET: ] ] Julius! Julius!

Have you any idea the distress
that this episode has caused me?

My husband is in prison!

Which is exactly where
he belongs!

How dare you speak to me
in that manner!

I will speak to you
in any manner I choose!

Your husband
is a murderer, Violet,

and nothing you say
can convince me otherwise!

Come back here this instant
and apologize!

Julius!

Julius!

How typical of Amil...
to hire a private detective

rather than contact
his own wife.

Selfish to the core.

I doubt it's even occurred
to him how all this affects me.

I am completely alone.

Well, I'm here, Mrs. Kapoor,

because your husband
pleads his innocence,

and if I can prove
that that's the case,

then he can return home to you.

The night of the murder,
you were not at your house

when he returned?

As always, we have a soirée
at the end of the run.

I was with the rest of the cast,
and we had dinner.

Amil was meant to attend,
but he didn't show up.

And by the time I got home,
the police were there

searching the house,
and they arrested him.

Can you imagine
my humiliation?

In front of all the neighbors!

That man has ruined
my life!

He has let me down
time and time again.

(sighs)

I would have made
a magnificent Shadow Queen.

And yet again, Amil's promises
were never fulfilled,

and I was stuck in the role

of lady-in-waiting.

Always the bridesmaid,
never the bride.

The gentleman
you were arguing with

seems convinced
of your husband's guilt.

Who cares about Julius?

He's just a talentless fool
with delusions of grandeur.

No doubt he will be insufferable
at his brother's funeral,

certain to make it all
about him and his grief.

He is Abraham Barratt's
brother?

Well, not that it did him
much good.

Always desperate
to get some of his own writing

into one of the shows,
and never was it good enough.

He's only the violinist
in the orchestra

because his brother
felt sorry for him.

He's a dreadful musician.

I only came here to pack up
my dressing room,

and instead I had to suffer
that man

screaming at me in such
an unseemly manner.

He is no gentleman...
no gentleman at all.

I heard a rumor, Mrs.
Kapoor... It is not true.

I have always been faithful
to Amil.

A rumor about Mr. Barratt
writing a new operetta?

A solo endeavor.

Solo? What nonsense!

My husband would never
have stood for it.

They have been a partnership,

always.

So you are unaware
of a new production

about a magical mirror.

A magical mirror?

Is there a part in it
for a leading lady?

[♪ ♪]

I hear you're a private
investigator, working for Amil.

Word travels fast.

Well, I could tell you
a thing or two about him.

And his vile wife.

Amil is an arrogant snob,

disliked by many.

Including his own wife.

You think Violet Kapoor
capable of murder?

Her husband wasn't the
only person she loathed.

She hated my brother, too.

And the feeling
was mutual.

(chuckles)

Abraham used to say

the only successful acting
that woman ever did

was pretending to fall in love
with Amil

so that he would marry her.

Let me tell you

the type of woman
Violet Kapoor is.

While her husband festers
in prison,

she carries on performing
in any godforsaken hole

that'll have her.

All that woman cares about
is her fame.

Nothing else...
certainly not her husband.

(church bells ringing)

[BLAKE: ] ] "Alice watched the White
Rabbit as he fumbled with the list,

"feeling very curious to see

"what the next witness
would be like.

"So imagine her surprise
when the White Rabbit read out,

"at the top of his shrill little
voice, the name, 'Alice!'"

Right, time for sleep...
you have school tomorrow.

I hate it there, Papa.

It'll get better, I promise.

Did Eliza Scarlet
like school?

Eliza Scarlet?

Who is she?

She came to the house
not so long ago.

Remember that morning
you were late for school?

Is she a lady policeman?

(chuckles): No, sweetheart,
there's no such thing.

She is a private detective.

Is that allowed?

(chuckles):
No more questions.

Now, Alice has gone to bed,
and so must you.

(sighs):
How do you know that?

Because when I close the book,
Alice goes to sleep.

And tomorrow night,
when I read the next chapter,

she will awaken, like magic!

You're silly, Papa.

I know.

(horse neighs)

Morning, Inspector Blake.

Miss Scarlet. I wonder
if I might have a word.

Does that word involve me
sharing information

about the Barratt case?

Since apparently,
Mr. Kapoor is now your client.

I, I don't know what
Detective Phelps told you,

but... Phelps isn't working
the case... he's on leave.

What?

One of my men was
delivering a prisoner

to Newgate Prison...
he saw you there.

I don't know how
you wrangled your way inside.

Nor do I want to.

Oh...
(sighs)

Yes, I'm, I'm working
for Mr. Kapoor,

but surely it would
benefit all parties

to share some basic
information.

Very well...
what do you have?

Well, I, I've only just
begun my investigation,

but I know of the evidence
against him.

Then you will also know
that it is most substantial.

Yes, but cases are
rarely this open and shut.

Shouldn't we consider
all lines of inquiry?

There is no "we,"
Miss Scarlet.

How about this: we each
allow each other one question

and see where
we go from there?

Very well...
what's your question?

I wish to see the evidence
against Mr. Kapoor:

the glove, the revolver.

May I have access to it?
No.

When you were a child,
did you enjoy school?

What?

That's my question.

I meant a question
about the case.

It's my question,
so it should be of my choosing.

I attended a convent school.

The nuns were cruel,
and my classmates even more so.

I, I hated it there.

Thank you, Miss Scarlet...
good day.

(exhales)

[ELIZA: ] ] Please
forgive my lateness.

I, uh, I did receive
your message,

but I had some business
to attend to

regarding Mr. Kapoor's case.

Did you manage to see
Amil?

I did.

He mentioned something to me.

A new operetta that your husband
had written by himself.

A solo production.

Were you aware of this?

A solo production,
without Amil?

Well, no, I know nothing of it.

Mr. Kapoor believed
that the manuscript

for the operetta
was stolen the night

that your husband was murdered.

If Amil says this is true,
then who am I to question it?

But please be aware,
Miss Scarlet,

his and Abraham's relationship
was increasingly strained.

My husband may have said it
out of spite?

How did Amil seem to you?

Well, considering
the circumstances,

I think extremely well.

Do you think you might
be able to assist him?

I am working on it.

Thank you.

I needed to hear
something uplifting.

My days are filled with
a constant stream of mourners

coming to the house

and black
everywhere I look.

I must confess,

I never understood
the covering of mirrors.

The notion that it stops
the deceased's spirit from being

trapped inside is odd,
don't you think?

I think we have many customs
that are more than a little odd,

yet we follow them
without question. (chuckles)

Your note said

that you wished
to tell me something?

There was a man outside
the house this morning

taking photographs.

I sent the maid out
to speak to him,

but he hurried off
without saying a word.

I believe
he might be a journalist?

Perhaps he's learnt
about myself and Amil.

Oh, if it should ever get out,
the scandal...

Could you describe this man?

Red hair, red beard.

An unsteady gait,
as if he'd been drinking.

[♪ ♪]

(knocks)

(footsteps approaching)

(door creaks)

(sniffs)

How did you find me?

I'm a private detective.

May I come in?

No.

(door bangs, footsteps receding)

(door creaks)

Inspector Blake told me

that you're not working
the Barratt murder case.

Why lie to me
and tell me that you were?

Someone matching
your description

was seen outside Mrs. Barratt's
house taking photographs.

Either you tell me
what's going on

or I'll inform
Inspector Blake

that you're working this case
without his authorization.

(crying)

Phelps?

(sniffles)

(sniffling)

Charlie!

[PHELPS: ] ] My missus
left a couple of months back,

and took the kids
and went to her sister's.

(sniffles)

I started drinking a bit.

(chuckles)

Well, a lot.

(sniffles): That's when the landlord
turfed me out, and I ended up here.

It's all 'cause of him... Blake.

Your, your wife left you
because of Inspector Blake?

After 20 years in the force,

getting that promotion
to detective inspector

was the best day
of my life.

I knew it was only temporary,
but I was sure

it would end up permanent.

Then he came along, Blake.

And the powers-that-be dropped
me like a tart's knickers.

That's when I started
drinking.

That's when the missus left me.

I still don't understand

why you're investigating
the murder of Abraham Barratt.

I know what my superiors
think.

That I'm some useless old sod

who should have retired
years ago.

So, I wanted to show them
what I can do.

You know, maybe find something
that he'd missed.

There's a vacancy for inspector
coming up at Bow Street.

I thought solving such
a high-profile case might help.

I even got a camera
from Scotland Yard

to build up a picture
of Barratt's life...

his home, the theater.

But I'd had a skinful,
so now I don't know what I got

in the end...
a couple of the actors.

His brother.

Is it Julian... Julius?

Waste of time.

(voice trembling):
Maybe they're right.

I am useless!

(sniffs)

You'll tell Blake
all of this, I suppose.

Give him an excuse
to get rid of me.

I will tell no one.

(sniffs)

And for what it's worth,

you are respected
by your colleagues.

Fitzroy, maybe,
but he likes everyone.

No, not just Oliver.

There are many
who sing your praises.

They're not always complimentary
about your manner,

but no one questions your skill
in the job.

May I offer you some advice?

Put the self-pity aside,
ease off the whisky,

and, um, maybe tidy up a little.

It's not my fault.

I got robbed earlier!

Robbed?

It's no surprise,
the door don't shut properly.

(shouting):
Bloody dump!

(sniffles)

(normally):
I haven't got much to nick,

but they took the camera
and the photographic plates.

I borrowed them
from Scotland Yard.

I'll have to replace them
now.

(sniffles):
God knows how... I'm broke!

(pats)

(sniffles)

Would you like me
to make you another coffee?

Nah, that was horrible.

(rain pelting)

What do we have?

[FITZROY: ] ] The victim
was stabbed several times,

mostly from behind,
once through the neck.

The landlady has identified him
as Julius Barratt,

brother of Abraham Barratt.

Anything found on him?

A pocket watch
and a wallet.

And inside was this.

Hm.

I gave Julius Barratt
my business card

should anything else occur
to him.

It's shocking indeed
to hear of his death.

(sighs)

It is, of course, possible

that Julius Barratt's death
is unconnected to his brother's,

but I would wager the same
person killed them both.

That's the line of inquiry
I believe we should follow.

(chuckles):
There's that "we" again.

Let us not forget
that it was me who warned

that this may not be
an open-and-shut case after all.

I'm curious, Miss Scarlet,
do you think any conversation

with the underlying point
of "I told you so"

ever ends well?

Is that drinkable?

Mm, just about.

(thunder rumbles)

(pouring)

Thank you.

Why did you ask me
if I enjoyed being at school?

Oh, that.

My daughter's struggling
with her teachers.

Her classmates
seem no kinder.

She's never found it easy
to make friends.

Now, I know
she misses her mother,

and I try my best
to fill the void, but...

When I was at school,
I was continually made

to feel unimportant, worthless.

But I was lucky.

My father made me feel special.

Sophia has you.

And from what I've seen,
you are a fine father.

How long since your wife died?

Three years.

It was the anniversary
not so long ago.

I had hoped this year
would be easier.

But thankfully,
my job keeps me busy.

Work is indeed
a good distraction

from matters of the heart.

[♪ ♪]

Speaking of work,

in light of the second murder,

there is something
I should perhaps share with you.

My client, Mr. Kapoor,

believes there was
something stolen

from Abraham Barratt's safe.

It's a manuscript.

It's a new operetta
that he'd written by himself.

He was ending
their partnership.

Well, I can understand
why Kapoor

wanted to keep that quiet.

It is indeed
a strong motive for murder.

Julius Barratt
thought it possible

Violet Kapoor could have
murdered his brother

and placed the blame
on her husband.

What if Julius found out
that she was the killer

and she got rid of him, too?

Hm.

If Violet Kapoor is
involved in their murders,

how would the manuscript
benefit her?

Well, she's an actress,
desperate for a leading role.

I believe she'd kill
her own mother for one.

So, she steals
the manuscript,

kills Barratt,
plants evidence on her husband,

then plans to produce this
new show under her own name?

Little bit far-fetched,
don't you think?

These are theater people,
Inspector Blake.

They're not your everyday folk.

♪ Come into the garden, Maude ♪

♪ For I'm at the gate alone ♪

♪ For I am at the gate ♪

♪ Alone ♪

♪ For I ♪

♪ Am at the gate ♪

♪ Alone ♪

(audience cheers and applauds)

(applause continues)

[BLAKE: ] ] Where were you
earlier this evening, around 8:00?

I was here, rehearsing.

And when was the last time
you saw Julius Barratt?

The other day.

I had a meeting with a producer.

Completely pointless, of course,
because no one will hire me now.

All anyone cares about
is the fact

that my husband is a murderer.

What has this got to do
with Julius Barratt?

As I left my meeting,

Julius was waiting to see
the producer, too,

always trying to come out from

his brother's shadow,
peddling his own music.

Not that anyone
is ever interested.

And that was the last time
I saw him.

What's this producer's
name?

[♪ ♪]

CINELLI: Have you ever
considered the stage, my dear?

You have the face of an angel.

Does she not,
Inspector?

Mr. Cinelli, if you wouldn't
mind keeping to the point.

You were talking
about Mr. Barratt.

(sniffs):
Mm-hmm, yes, Julius.

He had the
misguided notion

that he was as talented
as his brother.

An inflated sense
of his own self.

He even got his initials
engraved on his violin case

in gold, "JB."

(laughs): As if anyone
would want to steal it!

(laughing)

Excuse me.

And you had a meeting
with Mr. Barratt on Tuesday?

Those cheekbones.

Those cheekbones would set
fire to the coldest of hearts,

and those eyes...
I could make you a star!

(laughs)

That's very kind of you,
Mr. Cinelli,

but I, I have no desire
nor, indeed, talent

for a life in the theater.

When a woman is as beautiful
as you are,

my dear,
there's no need for talent.

Oh, for God's sake, man!

We're not here
to discuss Miss Scarlet

changing professions...
she asked you a question.

My apologies, Inspector.

I seem to have hit a nerve.

Yes, we had a meeting
on Tuesday.

He said to me that he had
written a new operetta.

He kept it locked
in his violin case,

like some dramatic secret.

As he put out his instrument
and prepared to play,

I assumed it would be dull,
as always.

But it wasn't?
No.

Not at all...
it was absolutely astonishing.

The best work
he had ever produced.

Can you tell us
about his operetta?

Ah, hm, the title needed
some work.

But the music, it was exquisite.

A story of alchemy,
witchery, and magic.

"The Enchanted Mirror."

Are the two of you courting?

Because I think he likes you.

[♪ ♪]

Idiotic man.
I quite agree.

So, the case?
Yes, the case.

If Julius Barratt stole his
brother's new manuscript,

then perhaps
he was the murderer.

But who killed him?

We must go to Julius's lodgings,
see what we can find.

I should have arrested him.

That would have wiped
the smile off his face.

Who?
Cinelli!

Impresario...
bloody imbecile, more like.

[♪ ♪]

Cinelli said
that the manuscript

was locked
inside a violin case.

It doesn't seem
to be here, though.

It must have been
difficult for him,

having such
a successful brother.

I went to a lecture once

on the nature
of sibling rivalry.

It was at
the Royal Institute.

The conclusion was that pursuing
the attention of our parents

ensures our survival.

It's a continual fight
to be noticed,

to be the best in the tribe.

(chuckles): And I should
know, I'm one of seven.

Do you get along
with your siblings?

Yes, when I don't see them.

And you.

I would wager

an only child.

How did you guess?

Independent.

Ambitious.

Determined.

But in need of a little
reassurance now and again.

You have all the answers,
don't you, Inspector Blake?

Well, I have the advantage
of having one

just like you at home.

My only wish is
that your father

were alive to advise me.
Well, he'd surely tell you

that you have your work
cut out for you.

Inspector Blake?

I suspect these didn't belong
to Julius Barratt.

In fact,

I believe he stole them.

And I know who from.

[BLAKE: ] ] The camera was
stolen from your lodgings?

Yes, sir,
and the photographic plates.

What's your connection
to all this?

You're not working
on the Barratt case.

Well, Detective Phelps and I
have known each other

for some time,
and on occasion, he's been

kind enough to help me
with my investigations.

For free, I should add,
during his time off work.

Detective Phelps helps you?

For free?

[ELIZA: ] ] Yes.

And on this occasion, I required
surveillance photographs

to further build a picture
of the key players

in the Barratt murder.

I didn't want to risk
being spotted myself,

so I asked Detective Phelps.

Who, as you say, is,
uh, not working the case.

Is that true?

[ELIZA: ] ] The question is,

why did Julius Barratt steal
the photographic plates?

He must have
followed Phelps home

and broken into his lodgings.

Why risk it?

What was so important
about them?

(knock at door)
Come.

The developed
photographs, sir.

All right.

Let's see what we have.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

These are actually
quite good. They are.

And thanks to you,
Detective Phelps,

I think we may have found
our murderer.

[♪ ♪]

[MATILDA: ] ] Julius and I were
talking about my husband's funeral.

We couldn't agree
on the music.

What of it?

Well, we also have this
photograph of you, Mrs. Barratt.

[BLAKE: ] ] If you look closely,

there are gold initials
on that violin case.

"JB" for Julius Barratt.

What are you insinuating?

That you stole his violin case
because you knew

he had your husband's
manuscript locked inside.

A manuscript you told me
that you had no knowledge of.

[BLAKE: ] ] That's why you were
arguing with Julius Barratt, wasn't it?

He knew you'd stolen it from
him, and he wanted it back.

I know nothing
of any manuscript.

Search the house if you want...
you won't find it here.

We don't need to search
the property, Mrs. Barratt,

because we know
exactly where it is.

That mirror wasn't here

when I previously
visited.

Inspector Blake,
am I right in thinking

that the police
returned Abraham Barratt's

possessions from his office
to Mrs. Barratt?

You're correct,
Miss Scarlet.

And this, this is
the mirror from his office?

It is.

[MATILDA: ] ] What are
you doing? I'm in mourning!

(tools clinking)

(lock clicks)

[♪ ♪]

"The Enchanted Mirror"
by Abraham Barratt.

Very well, I lied...
I knew about the manuscript.

But it is not a crime
to take back the property

of my deceased husband.

No, no,
but it is a crime

to murder the person
who stole it from him.

(chuckles)

I've murdered no one!

Why on Earth would I hire you
if I were the murderer?

Yes, you did hire me,
after you informed me

that the city's two
biggest investigation agencies,

Gill and Son and Culpepper's,
had turned your case down,

both of which myself

and Inspector Blake visited
before coming here today,

and none of them
had any record

of even meeting you,
Mrs. Barratt.

[BLAKE: ] ] Contrary
to Mr. Kapoor's request,

you didn't even attempt
to hire a large agency

with endless resources,

because you didn't want him
to be proven innocent.

Instead,
you hired Miss Scarlet here,

a lone female investigator,
the odds stacked against her.

But you underestimated her.

Why did you wish
to be rid of your lover?

Because like my husband,

I discovered he was
also being unfaithful to me.

I was tired of them both.

The great Barratt and Kapoor.

Never was there a pair of more
self-serving, grandiose fools.

So your plan was to get
rid of them both, and then what?

When everything calmed down,

I would discover my husband's
new operetta

in the mirrored safe.

I would have it produced
in his memory

and enjoy the limelight
as his widow.

The attention of the world
would be on me.

Attention he never gave me.

Neither gave me.

I thought I was the only one
that knew about the manuscript.

But I was wrong.

Julius Barratt also knew.

After I shot Abraham,
I heard footsteps.

I hid behind the velvet drapes
in the office

and watched Julius step in.

He looked at Abraham in shock,
but he didn't call for help.

Instead, he went
straight to the safe.

He knew where the key was kept,
he unlocked it,

and took the manuscript.

It's ironic that the only people
my husband trusted

were me and his brother Julius.

And then you killed him,
too.

[GUARD: ] ] Come on, hurry up.

Get a move on!

I did love Matilda.

But I can't deny much of the
attraction was

because she was married
to Abraham,

the man who began
as my friend

but who became my
biggest rival. (chuckles)

I suppose it was my revenge.

And how I have paid the price
for it.

Abraham, too.

What will you do now?

(inhales)

I'm in need of a stiff drink.

I might be able
to help you there.

(lock clicks, drawer opens)

(exhales): Is there no end
to your talents, Miss Scarlet?

(church bells ringing)

[BLAKE: ] ] "'Here', cried
Alice, quite forgetting,

"in the flurry of the moment,
quite how large she had grown

"in the last few moments,
and she jumped up

in such a hurry... "

My classmates
were mean to me again.

Why? What happened?

They don't believe
Miss Scarlet is real.

Well, who cares what they think?

They are nitwits!

You swore, Papa.

Nitwits is not a swear word.

Neither is nincompoops!

Which is also
what they are.

(both laugh)

Eliza Scarlet is real,
isn't she, Papa?

She is, sweetheart.

Very much so.

(church bells ringing)

(knock at door)

(knock repeats)

Inspector Blake,
you wanted to see me?

I chased up
the accounting department.

This is what you're owed
for the Hawkins investigation.

Oh, thank you.

There was one other thing:
are you available later?

When you say later,
do you mean...

This afternoon.

This afternoon?

What did you think I meant?

Nothing... I'll be at my office.

Good, because
I have a favor to ask.

[♪ ♪]

[BLAKE: ] ] Sophia.

You remember Miss Scarlet.

Good afternoon, Sophia.

Good afternoon.

And this is her office.

You see?

Miss Scarlet
is a private detective.

She is real.

(chuckles): Goodness, it's
quite a relief to hear that I am.

Well, I suppose

I should show you up
to my office

so you can tell your classmates
about that, too.

Although I can't promise
that it's very tidy.

(door closes)

[♪ ♪]

(click)

[♪ ♪]

FITZROY: Miss Scarlet,
this is my father,

Sir George Fitzroy.

I know he's lying.

ELIZA: If I were
to take your case,

it would be put me
in a difficult position.

MISS SCOTT: You will cease
your investigation

with immediate effect.

ELIZA: There's a lot
to explain.

I'll tell you on the way.

On the way to where?

Come along.

[♪ ♪]

[♪ ♪]

[ANNOUNCER: ] ] Visit our website for
videos, newsletters, podcasts and more.

And join us on social media.

[♪ ♪]

[♪ ♪]