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He lay banished and alone,

the smell of blood
filling the air,

rancid and sharp...

his own.

For a man of such
meager beginnings,

he had left his mark.

Load of rubbish.

Mr. Fulton!

Just the man.

When is my next delivery due?

I'm running low
on a few essentials,

and I believe I'm paying
you good money

to ensure that I do not run low.

You still owe me
for the last lot.

Well...

I'm a little short
at the moment.

But do not fear, Mr. Fulton.

I'll find what I owe...

somehow.

The Governor wants to see you.

The Governor?

Why?

You wanted to see me, Sir?

Patrick Thomas Nash.

Prisoner HMN2473.

You're stood before
the sentencing review committee

who've been asked to look again
at the length of terms given

to a number of prisoners,
including yourself.

I was sentenced by a judge

appointed by Her Majesty
the Queen!

- Quiet!
- It is a sacred position.

- You cannot simply add to it!
- You will speak

when Lord Campbell
tells you to speak!

Yes, Sir.

Sorry, Sir.

Sit down.

We are not adding
to your sentence.

We are considering reducing it.

Due to increased overcrowding,

the Home Office wishes
to review all prisoners

with a year or less remaining
on their sentence.

Do you believe you have learned
your lesson

from being incarcerated?

Well absolutely, Sir.

I'm a changed man.

In what way?

I have found faith.

Every day, I read a passage
from the Bible,

Old Testament and New,

and I've also given up drinking.

Good.

Glad to hear it.

I think on this
occasion we'll...

...permission to speak,
Lord Campbell?

If my sentence were
to be reduced,

when might I be released?

I'll pay what I owe you,
Mr. Fulton,

as soon as I am settled.

I never forget a debt.

In the meantime...

I don't suppose you could
call me a cab?

- You're going in late today.
- Well, things have eased up

since I've become Inspector
Blake's assistant.

And how is Inspector Blake?

An absolute gentleman.

In fact, he's causing
quite a stir

with the ladies in the office.

You can't blame them.
He's very handsome, isn't he?

What?

You know exactly what.

I'm just making an observation.

Don't you think him handsome?

What does it matter
what I think?

It doesn't. We're just talking,

and you asked how he is.

Right... I have a meeting

with Mrs. Parker about
the lease.

I'll see you later.

That explains the bad mood.

I'm not in a bad mood.

I just don't like negotiating
with her.

We really can't spend any more
than we already do.

Perhaps you should find
a nice man and get married?

A nice, handsome man?

I'm teasing, Lizzie.

Well, don't.

You know I don't like it.

Peanuts! Get your peanuts!

Peanuts!
Get your peanuts here!

Peanuts! Two for the price
of one!

This is a most
pleasant surprise!

How did you manage it?

Well, fortune favors
the prepared mind.

Who did you bribe?

I didn't bribe anyone.

It's part of some
Home Office initiative,

and I was running out of money,

so the timing was extremely
convenient.

Now, talking of money...

You don't have any.

All your accounts,

both legitimate and borderline
legitimate, are empty.

What? Where did the money go?

Well, legal fees mostly,

payments to prison guards,

and might I remind you, you only
received a two-year sentence.

That judge did not come cheap.

Do I have any money at all?

No.

And your license
has been revoked,

so you can no longer practice
as a private investigator.

I do not do well
with negativity, Clarence.

I need some hope.

And I need some money.

I cannot stand that
lodging house

the prison board have arranged.

It's sure to be full of crooks
and criminals.

You mean convicts
who've just got out of prison?

Exactly.

No, I must earn some money.

To do that...

I need an office.

No...

No, she-she'll never agree.

Miss Scarlet, Madam.

Miss Scarlet, how delightful
to see you again!

Won't you please
join us for tea?

That would be lovely.

Thank you.

May I present
Dr. Francis Timpson,

one of London's leading
and eminent physicians.

Dr. Timpson,
this is Miss Scarlet,

a friend of the family.

A pleasure to meet you.

You're-you're a doctor?

I-I trust you are quite well,
Mrs Parker?

I am in the rudest of health!

Dr. Timpson is merely here
on a social call.

I must confess,

I had completely forgotten

our appointment, Miss Scarlet.

I do tend to lose track of time
when in the company

of the good doctor.

We do get so immersed
in our conversations!

We are no better than a couple
of old washer women,

gossiping away!

Well...

I have rounds to complete
at the hospital

and I have stayed far longer
than I intended,

pleasurable though it was.

Francis.

Cecilia, I shall see you
this evening.

Good day, Miss Scarlet.

Good day.

Isn't he just so charming?

And generous too, with both his
time and his charitable work.

How did you make
his acquaintance?

He came to speak
at the Bloomsbury Ladies'

Cultural Society.

He gave a marvelous talk
on the latest developments

in cardiology.

Such a clever man!

So...

the leasehold?

It's up for renewal.

Is it that time of year already?

It is.

Well, let us keep it at
the same rate as last year.

You're not raising it?

Not unless you want me to.

Bonjour, Eliza.

Patrick!

What are you doing here?

Well, I'm a free man.

I can see that.

Who did you bribe?

I didn't bribe anyone.

This is for you.

Parting gift from
my fellow inmates,

home-made.

It looks unpleasant,

but it tastes
really rather good.

I'll have to take
your word for it.

It really is nice to have
you back, Patrick.

Excellent, because I have
a favor to ask.

You wish to share my office?

Of course, I wanted to ask
your permission first.

Goodness!

Is it possible that
Mr. Patrick Nash has changed?

No.

Apparently not.

It's only for a short time,
a couple of days.

No more than a few weeks...

- A month at most.
- If I agree,

and it is a very big if,

you'll have to follow
my three rules.

Firstly, do not involve me
in whatever you're doing.

Secondly, do not
involve Clarence

in whatever you're doing.

Thirdly...

you have one week.

Can we agree to revisit
the third rule nearer the time?

- No.
- Deal.

I will cause you
no problems, Eliza.

You have my word.

Barnabus! What are you doing?

One of my assistants
was supposed to relieve

this gentleman
of all his attire...

Forgot this ring.

And you know what
I always say, my dear?

The world has gone to hell
in a handcart?

Well yes, but... no...

if you want something done,
ask a busy person.

It's quicker if I do it myself.

I bought you a mutton pie
for your lunch.

How does that sound?

Eleven out of ten,
my dear!

A satisfying conclusion
indeed!

And I hope it is not the only
satisfying conclusion today!

Barnabus, what are you doing?

I have wonderful news!

As you know, my promotion
has afforded me

an enhanced wage,

so I thought I'd seek out
more comfortable accommodation.

I found us a little house.
Aldgate.

But we haven't even set a day
for the wedding.

I know, but I'm just planning
ahead, my jewel.

It will be the most perfect
abode for when we are married.

And I've made an appointment
for you to view it tomorrow.

Come along!

This mutton pie won't eat
itself, will it?

Looking for company, love?

No thank you, really.

Give it back!

Take that, you rotten sod!

Just until you get back up
on your feet, Patrick.

Mr. Nash?

Lord Campbell?

A word, if I may.

You were released early not
because of some hogwash

about overcrowding,

but because I pulled
some strings.

I see.

Well, thank you, Lord Campbell.

I did not do it out
of the goodness of my heart.

I did it for sound reason.

You ran the most successful
private investigation

agency in London.

You're a man who can
get things done,

no questions asked.

What does this have to do
with my early release?

Unfortunately for me,
I've been saddled

with a younger brother,
who to be blunt,

has been an albatross around
my neck for years.

Bertie likes to spend
other people's money,

and the blasted fool
has left a trail of debts

across the city,

one of which is to a creature
by the name of Dylan Cooper.

Your brother owes money
to Dylan Cooper?

That is most careless.

Quite.

So as you can appreciate,

Bertie's days are numbered.

I could wash my hands
of him, but...

blood is thicker than water
and all that.

So, I want you to find him.

But I no longer have a license
to practise

as a private investigator.

When did staying within
the parameters of the law

ever stop you?

You are a crook, Nash.

So let's not pretend otherwise.

You will find my brother

and you will put him on a ship

that leaves for Australia

on Friday morning
at ten o'clock.

And if I refuse?

Then you'll be sent
back to prison.

I will blame
an administration error

on your being selected
for early release.

And the fact that you bribed
the prison guards

and anyone else who made
your stay more comfortable

will also be taken into account.

As such, your sentence
will be extended.

I will, of course,
pay you a fee...

let us say... fifty pounds.

But I will want evidence
that you have found Bertie,

then I will give you the money

and the ticket for his passage.

It's a big city, Lord Campbell.

Friday's only days away.

Then you had better
get on with it.

There's nothing wrong
with the house, or the street.

I just didn't like it.
It was... drafty.

- Drafty?
- Yes, Drafty.

There's no way
I could live there.

And how does Mr. Potts
feel about that?

Well, he was disappointed,
of course,

but he'll get over it.

What?

I just feel a little bit
sorry for him.

He wants to find somewhere
perfect for you when you're wed,

and the house sounded nice.

In fact, I know the street,
it's very sought-after.

Well, you know what
I'm like with drafts,

and my mother isn't good
with them either.

She'd never be able to visit.

But she doesn't visit you here.

You always go to her house.

I just don't see
what the rush is!

We haven't even set a date
for the wedding!

Why haven't you?

Ivy...

Ivy...

Is this because you're worried
about leaving me?

Because there's really no need,
I'll be fine.

And you can come and visit
whenever you like.

This will always be your home.

I'm just busy, that's all.

I don't have time to keep
looking at houses.

Ivy...

You're going to be late
for work.

I'm already late for work.

Are you blaming me?

Yes.

Go on, off you go.

Barnabus will be here
for his breakfast any moment,

half past seven on the dot.

Go on.

Good morning, Mr. Nash.

We nearly sent out a search
party for you,

but then we realized
you were no doubt

making up for lost time.

If only that were the case.

Is all well?

No Clarence,

it's far from well.

These past few days,
I've been working a case...

And I find myself
at a dead end.

May I remind you that
your license to practise

has been revoked, so...

I do not need a reminder!

What I need is some help.

You know I would
always help you.

Well, thank you, Clarence.

No, no, no, I mean,
I wouldalways help...

That is much appreciated.

We need to find a missing man,

an Albert Campbell,
known as Bertie.

Has gambling debts
up to his eyeballs.

You promised Eliza to keep me
out of your business concerns.

If I do not find this man,
I'll be sent back to prison.

Is that what you want?

- Go on.
- This rich fool owes

a great deal of money
to a great number of people,

including a gambling club,
The Silver Lane,

owned by Dylan Cooper, no less.

As in the Cooper Gang?

He's a fool indeed.

I need to find out if the Cooper
Gang already have him.

If they do, he'll be dead.

There's no point looking
for a dead man,

but I can't just walk
into Cooper's club

and ask him outright.

For some reason, the man
has an intense dislike of me.

Perhaps your dealings
with his wife did not help?

His mistress, and it was before
he met her,

which is the only reason
I'm still alive.

I need someone who can
pose as a gambler,

and ask some questions for me.

...who did you have in mind?

Can you play poker?

There are two sides to poker.

One is understanding the numbers

and the analysis of probability.

The other is the bluff...

concealing how good
your hand is.

Couldn't we have done this in
the office? I can barely think!

Eliza can't know
you're helping me.

Point two of her
three commandments.

- I don't like to lie to her.
- You're not lying.

You're... delaying telling
her the truth.

Now, the key is to hide
the strength of your hand

from your opponent.

The very opposite of what
you're doing now.

You've won!

I'm impressed.

You have a natural talent

for the science of the game,

but... you must work on the art.

Ensure you keep
a neutral expression.

The so-called, '�poker face'.

It's imperative when
there's money involved.

I'll get you some money
to take to the table.

You can't arrive at the club
empty-handed.

But you have no money.

No.

Well...

I'll see what I can get
for this.

I'll take it to the pawn shop
next to the office.

Now, I bought this
with my first paycheck.

I didn't eat for a month,
but it was worth it.

I'd never owned anything
so exquisite.

In fact, I'd never owned
anything at all.

Before you meet Dylan Cooper,

we definitely need to work
on your poker face.

It's my lucky day, gentlemen!

Mr. Cooper, some bloke,
never seen him before,

wants to play.

My man here tells me
you wish to play?

Yes please. I mean, yes...
yes, yes I do.

Do you have a name?

Charles Windermere.

And what do you do,
Charles Windermere?

I'm a solicitor in a firm
in Notting Hill.

- We specialize in...
- I don't want your life story.

I don't usually like strangers
coming into my club,

but you seem harmless enough.

I assume you're good
for the money?

Take a seat.

Deal him in.

Mrs. Parker...

Miss Scarlet.

The money for the lease.

I do apologize, I intended

to visit you this afternoon

but, work quite
got away with me.

I have the payment here.

Thank you.

Are you... are you quite well,
Mrs. Parker?

- I...
- Would you like to sit down

for a moment?

It's none of my business,
but you...

you do seem a little dismayed.

It is true,
I am somewhat dismayed.

And I cannot deny that I came
here under false pretenses.

The fact is...

I needed to talk to someone,

but I cannot do so
with one of my ladies

for fear of judgement.

Whereas you, Miss Scarlet,

you are in no position
to judge anyone,

given your lifestyle.

And what was it you wished
to-to talk about?

Francis...

Dr. Timpson, the gentleman

whom you met the other day.

He and I have grown rather fond
of each other

over the last few months.

I have not been treated
with such tenderness

since my husband was alive.

A few nights ago,

he proposed to me,

and I accepted.

And what has upset you so?

Dr. Timpson was due to visit
the day after he proposed,

but he did not turn up.

I sent a message to his home,
but to no avail.

I sent word to St Agatha's
Hospital, where he works,

but still there was no reply.

And now...

I fear something has happened
to him,

or, worse...

that he has changed his mind!

I'm sure there's an explanation.

From what you've told me of him,
he seems a...

well, a kind man.

He's extremely kind!

He works tirelessly
at the hospital

and still has time
for charitable works.

I've been so impressed
by his dedication

that I even made a donation
myself of one thousand pounds!

You gave him a thousand pounds?

He was struggling for donations.

I was glad to be of help.

Mrs. Parker,

I wonder if perhaps I should go
to St Agatha's first thing

and see Dr. Timpson myself?

Check if he's all well
and put your mind at ease.

Do you think that
is a good idea?

Yes.

Yes, I do.

Very nice!

How about one more hand,
give me and these gentlemen

- a chance to win our money back?
- You can try.

You're a cocky little git,
ain't yer? Good for you!

I had, hoped to bump
into a fellow I used to know.

He's a regular here,
as I recall.

Who might that be?

Bertie Campbell.

A mate of yours, is he?

No, he's more
of an acquaintance.

He owes me money.

Do you...

do you happen to know him?

Do I happen to know him?

Game's over, gentlemen.

Not... you.

Who are you?

Well, I've told you,
I'm Charles Windermere,

- and I'm a solicitor...
- ...no.

You lie to me
once more...

I'm going to take you
out the back

and put a bullet
in both of your kneecaps.

So, once more...

Who are you?

I'm your worst nightmare,

Mr. Cooper.

An undercover
detective inspector

from Scotland Yard,

and outside these premises,
I have a 20-strong team of men,

poised and ready to smash down
that door.

If I'm not out of here in...
nine minutes.

Ha...

Well, you can believe me
or not believe me.

That is your prerogative,

but you will tell me

where Bertie Campbell is...

...or you and your men

will spend the night
in the cells in Scotland Yard,

whilst my detectives search
every inch of this place.

And who knows
what they might find?

So, I'm going to ask
you one more time...

Dylan.

Where's Bertie Campbell?

Well?

We need to leave immediately!

You got some information?

Yes.

How?

I found my poker face!

- Go!
- Hyam!

Excuse me, where would
I find Dr. Timpson?

Second door to the left.

Thank you.

Excuse me, would you
happen to know

when Dr. Timpson might be back?

- What are you doing here?
- What are you doing here?

I'm looking for Dr. Timpson.

Well, as am I.

I am Dr. Timpson.

That wasn't the man I met
at Mrs. Parker's.

He was at least
twenty years older.

He's certainly not
the younger brother

of my client, Lord Campbell.

Even though you're not supposed
to have any clients

because your license
has been revoked?

Do you want to go
back to prison?

No! Which is precisely
why I had to take

Lord Campbell as my client.

How did you know
to look at the hospital?

I got a tip-off from
Dylan Cooper

that he was posing as a doctor
to con wealthy ladies.

You're working with Dylan
Cooper, as in...?

As in the Cooper Gang, yes.

And no, I'm not working
with him.

Campbell owes Cooper
a lot of money

and I suspected Cooper
was looking for him,

so I got an associate
to see what he could find out.

What associate?

What say we join forces?

We find Campbell,

you get Mrs. Parker's
money back.

I put him on the boat
tomorrow morning

and everyone's a winner.

This associate of yours...

it's Clarence, isn't it?

Patrick, I specifically asked
you not to involve him!

Damn it!

Eliza!

Eliza!

Fine, just give up on me
like everyone else!

Stop trying to make me
feel sorry for you!

I needed Clarence's help, Eliza.

If I do not find
this rich idiot,

I'll be sent back to prison.

I'm flat broke, living in
a squalid lodging house,

and the only possession
I owned worth anything

is now in a pawn shop.

I have never been
brought so low.

How do you know Campbell
will have the money on him?

He's ripped off a lot
of people, he's made thousands.

Very well.

I'll help you, on one condition.

Name it.

If we find him,

and he doesn't have
Mrs. Parker's money,

then we turn him over
to the police.

And that's non-negotiable,
Patrick.

Can we agree to re-visit
this condition?

No.

Deal.

So, this is what we know...

Bertie Campbell
has gone to ground.

I've searched high and low,
but not a sniff.

So, I have a theory...

I believe he's paid someone
to help him disappear.

I have heard tell
of that service.

Only a handful of people
that provide it.

Do you know who?

No.

But I know someone who might.

Yes, I know of this service.

You know, once upon a time,
I even offered it myself,

but it's too much hard work,
too much risk.

I'm a tired old man
who is stinking rich,

and so these days,
I like the easy life.

And so you've never heard
of this Bertie Campbell?

Not personally, no,
but I'll ask around.

I'll check
with the Solomons.

The Solomons?

Solomon is a business,
Miss Scarlet.

It's not my real name.

I am one of seven Solomons
throughout the city.

So how long will it take to
speak with these other Solomons?

We don't have
the luxury of time.

Well, there's one
who likes a drink,

so it depends on whether
he's sober or not.

There's a Solomon who has

a mistress in Lyme Regis...

Yes, but that might
be a problem, but...

Give me three hours.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Just some work.

I wasn't expecting you.

You didn't turn up for
breakfast again this morning?

I've just been busy,
that's all.

Being in charge of three
mortuaries is no mean feat.

I know you're disappointed
about the house.

But we'll find somewhere else.

Somewhere that we both like.

In the meantime, things can stay
as they are.

We're happy, aren't we?

No, my dear.

I am not happy.

Not in the least.

Inside that envelope
is a letter.

It's-it's a letter
that releases you

from all your obligations to me.

What do you mean?

For some time now,

I have felt an imbalance
in our feelings.

Well, it's clear to me that
my affection for you

far exceeds your affections
for me.

- Barnabus, I...
- We have been engaged

for over two years now,

and every time I suggest
we make an appointment

with Reverend Harvey to set
a date for the wedding,

you either change the subject,
or you say,

"�We'll-we'll talk
about it another time!"�

In fact, anything at all
related to us being wed

causes you a look of unease!

Unease!

So it's-it's time for me
to face the truth.

Please do not say such things...

You do not love me, Ivy!

Not how I love you.

I do not blame you.

You are a beautiful,

intelligent, kind woman.

All that I could have hoped for,
and more.

But I'm no fool.

I know a woman like you...

well, you could never be mine.

So I release you, Ivy.

I set you free.

And I do this, Ivy, because...

I love you.

More than you could ever know.

Our time is running out.

If I don't find this rich idiot,

I'm going back to prison.

Solomon will be back soon.

Trust me.

I do trust you,
I just don't trust a man

who sells stuffed peacocks!

It's a chicken, Patrick.

Is it?

Miss Scarlet, Mr. Nash.

May I introduce you to my friend

and business partner, Solomon.

But to avoid any confusion,

you may refer to him
as Solomon Four.

Solomon... Four?

There is a hierarchy
of Solomons.

I am number two,
he is number four, and as such,

I have more authority.

So, he must tell me
what we need to know.

Who's Solomon One?

I make it my business
to deal with him

as little as possible.

Delusions of grandeur.

You were paid
to hide Bertie Campbell.

Where is he now?

The Rookery.

For tonight, anyway.

The first thing in the morning,

I put him on the train
to Cumbria.

Well, the Rookery's full
of cut-throats and thieves.

We need a precise location.

Where in the Rookery exactly?

Not inthe Rookery.

Under the Rookery.

These tunnels run all the way
to the Thames.

They were meant to be sewage
but were never completed.

Instead, they're used
by the criminals and smugglers

of the Rookery to transport
stolen goods.

...you have to admire
their industry.

It's a shame it stinks
to high heaven.

Now, Solomon said Campbell
could be found

at the end of the fifth tunnel.

There'll be a marking
on the wall to indicate where.

Well, this is the fifth tunnel,
and we're at the end of it.

'�S' for Solomon.

Behind here should
be the hidden alcove.

Patrick...

I wish everything in life
was so easy.

Get up!

I said, get up!

There he is! Hey!

I see you've met

our esteemed colleague,
Clarence.

He was lagging behind
for fear of rodents.

You are working for my brother?

Since when did he care
what happens to me?

He wants you out of the city,

and out of his hair.

I'm not going to Australia
like some common criminal.

That is precisely what
you're going to do,

and you're going to give
Miss Scarlet here

the money you stole
from Mrs. Parker.

I did not steal it.

She gave it to me.

For a non-existent charity.

I don't have it.

Not anymore.

I lost it playing cards.

He's lying.

I gave the last of it
to that Solomon fellow,

who I assume is the reason
you're here?

- Give me the money!
- I don't have the money!

You're wasting your time.

Let's not do anything too hasty.

The deal was that if he didn't
have Mrs. Parker's money

then we'd take him
to the police.

What? No, no, no!

- Be quiet!
- Be quiet!

It's what we agreed, Patrick.

It's the right thing to do!

I'll be sent back to prison!

I know...

I'm sorry,

but that man has conned
and stolen from an elderly lady.

If he doesn't have the money
to repay her,

he must be prosecuted.

Can you hear that?

Scratching.

Can we please make
a decision and get out of here?

We're taking you
to Scotland Yard.

Tie him up.

This doesn't look like the way
we came in.

Are you sure we're going
the right way?

I told you, the Rookery's
like a labyrinth.

Will you please get a move on!

We need to get out of here,
it'll be dark soon.

And that would be bad?

We do not want to be here
at night.

My ankle is definitely sprained,
I need to rest.

There's nothing wrong
with your ankle. Hurry up!

I just need a moment, please.

Look, it'd be quicker
if I help him.

He's lying, Patrick.
Don't listen to him.

Look, you're the one who wanted
to take him back

to Scotland Yard!

Yes, for a very good reason.

- Why don't you just put him...
- Police!

Police!

- Police!
- What the hell are you doing?

They are all undercover police!

All of them!

- Police!
- Shut... up.

Police!

Scum!

Get out!

Patrick!

The lying piece of...

Take this, I'll go after him.

Go!

Well?

I searched everywhere.

Even back in the tunnels.

Well...

That's that then.

Whisky?

Yes.

Where's Clarence?

I sent him home.

It was all a bit much for him.

It's pungent, isn't it?

I'm sorry things didn't work out
for you, Patrick.

Well, my lodging house
is even more squalid

than my cell, so perhaps
going back inside

is for the best.

To rock bottom.

The only way is up.

- Morning, Eliza.
- Clarence...

Where's the receipt
to Mr. Nash's watch?

...must be...

The receipt was right here
on my desk.

As was Mr. Nash
when I arrived last night.

You betrayed me, Patrick.

You did find Bertie Campbell
last night, didn't you?

Yes.

And then what, you took him
to his brother

as proof to get your fee?

That's how you got your watch
back from the pawn shop?

Yes.

And now you're going
to take him to the docks

and put him on that ship.

No.

Well, that was my plan last
night, but I changed my mind.

I couldn't do it.

I couldn't let you down,
or not again.

He's all yours.

But if you don't put him
on that ship,

you're going to go back
to prison?

The only place I'm going
to is Australia,

with Lord Campbell's fee
in my pocket.

You're taking his ticket
for yourself?

I'm going to start afresh.

I can't be a private
investigator here anymore,

but Australia...

Out there,

anything's possible.

Now...

I have a boat to catch.

Goodbye, Eliza.

Take the lady wherever
she needs to go.

Patrick...

I'll miss you.

And I'll miss you too.

Very much.

But I'll be back.

Probably.

Ivy!

Afternoon, Barnabus.

...I got your note.

Most urgent, it said.

If this is about
what I spoke of...

We have company, Barnabus.

Reverend Harvey?

Mr. Potts.

What are you doing here?

So he is now in police custody?

He stole from many people,

including ladies
such as yourself.

Rich, old, silly ladies?

Mrs. Parker...

Because that is exactly
what I am.

I'll leave you to your day.

You know where I am,
should you ever wish to talk.

No doubt I shall
provide the gossip

for the Bloomsbury Ladies'
Cultural Society

for quite some time!

I have a luncheon there
this very day,

but how can I face them now?

Let them gossip.

They'll soon tire and move
onto someone else.

You will survive this.

They're no match for you.

Thank you, Miss Scarlet.

I will not forget this kindness.

Yes, Madam?

Ready the carriage.

I do not want to be late
for luncheon.

Yes, Madam.

Mr. Potts.
It's nice to see you.

Good day, Miss Scarlet.

And may I say,

what a pleasure it is
to see you too!

Come and sit down, Lizzie.

We've something to tell you.

We've set a date
for the wedding!

We shall marry at the end
of this month, the 31st!

Congratulations!

That's wonderful news!

And there's something else...

You were right what you said.

I don't want to leave you,
or this house.

So, Barnabus has agreed
that once we are wed,

he could move in here!

- Here?
- Just for a year or so, yes.

A year or so?

What do you think?

I think it's...

A splendid idea!

Never in doubt!

This calls for a celebration!

Ooop! As if by magic!

It wasn't really magic,

I just put it behind the sofa!

- Lovely!
- ...Miss Scarlet.

Don't drink
it all at once!

- Future wife.
- Thank you!

Mr. Potts!

A little drop for me!

To our home!

May the next year,

or so, be simply marvelous!

Marvelous!

Marvelous.