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Phelps?

My missus left
a couple of months back.

I started drinking a bit.

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

I will tell no one.

I try my best to fill the void.

Sophia has you,

and from what I've seen,

you are a fine father.

Barnabas has agreed
that once we're wed,

he could move in here.

Here?

We're still awaiting
the official cause of death,

but given he had a 12-inch
blade through his heart,

I'd be surprised if
it was natural causes.

Irwin, you'll take
the lead on this.

Yes, sir.
Phelps and Jones,

work through a list
of known associates.

Given his previous convictions,

I am sure we'll find
some familiar faces.

All right, that'll be all...
thank you.

Yes, Detective Phelps.

You put Irwin in charge.

The victim is from Holloway.

Irwin has informants
in the area.

I've not led a case in months.

I evaluate
each investigation

on its individual merits...
it's not personal.

Are you sure about that?

If you have something to say,

then say it.

I've tried my best
to make this work,

but you want me gone.

You think they should have got
rid of me when you took over.

You're making problems
where there are none.

This is about me
getting the job,

and you being unable
to accept that.

People respect me here.

If I say the word, you've got
a mutiny on your hands.

Well, that's a chance
I'll just have to take.

All right, lads,
a bit of hush, please.

I've got something
I want to say.

I said quiet!

Things haven't been right
for a while.

Our new inspector

seems to think he can ride
roughshod over us,

do what the hell he likes.

Well, enough is enough.

He needs to start showing us
more respect.

So, I say

let's go and see him
in the morning,

tell him if things don't change,

every man is downing tools

and walking out.

I just need to know one thing.

Who's with me?

I said,

who's with me?

Have you seen my notebook?

No... have you looked
in your bag?

Well, I can't find my bag.

Well, it's likely in
that bedroom of yours.

Which, by the way, could do
with a tidy, young lady.

Does Mr. Potts really need to
bring all these things?

He wants everything here

so he can move in straight
after the wedding.

It's sweet.

How are the wedding
plans going?

You seem rather calm.
I don't feel it.

There's the cake to ice,

the food to make,
my dress to adjust,

and Barnabus said
he's put on a few pounds.

So he wants
me to let out his waistcoat.

Thank you again.

For what?

For being so understanding
about Barnabus moving in.

It means the world to me
that I can stay on living here.

It'll be nice,
the three of us together.

I'm sure it will be,
just...

Ask him not to bring
any more things.

I think that

is everything, my jewel.

Barnabus,
I'm sewing my wedding dress.

You're not meant to see it...
it's bad luck.

Oh, there's no such thing
as bad luck

when one is marrying

the most beautiful
woman in the world... Oh!

... that the
good Lord has ever put

on this Earth.

In a few mere days,

you will make me
the happiest man alive!

You are so sweet.

Isn't he sweet, Lizzie?

Oh, uh, before I forget,
Miss Scarlet,

I almost broke my neck
on your bag

when I arrived earlier.

Lying right in the middle
of the hallway,

if you please.

So, I put it into your bedroom.

A place for everything
and everything in its place.

Quite right.

And I hope I
do not speak out of turn

when I say that room of yours

could do with
a little tidying?

Come.

Good day, Inspector Blake.

Miss Scarlet.

Are you feeling unwell?

No.

Why do you ask?

You knocked on the door,
then waited and entered

just as a normal person
might do.

Don't worry,
I shan't make a habit of it.

It's the invoice
for the Davidson case.

I believe we've had
this conversation before.

The accounts department's
on the ground floor.

Well, I'm here now, so while
I am, I also wondered...

If there were any cases
that required your attention?

No.

But I do have something
for you.

The latest copy of
Hayward's "Forensic Science."

I ordered one for you.

I take it that's
a publication you enjoy?

Yes.

Yes, it is.

It's by way
of saying thank you

for giving Sophia a tour
of your office.

It would seem I'm no longer
her favorite detective.

Well, we ladies
must stick together.

I, I don't know what to say.

Say, "Thank you,
Inspector Blake,"

then leave promptly
so that I may continue my work.

Thank you, Inspector Blake.

Oh, Detective Phelps,
how are you?

Don't ask.

I just saw Detective Phelps.

He's not having the
best of times recently.

He rather humiliated himself
the other night. So I heard.

Wish I'd been there... I could
have talked him out of it.

Would he have listened to you?

Not in the least, no.

Oliver.

Good morning, Father.

I have a message
from your mother.

She wishes the three of us
to dine together this evening.

Oh, yes, um,
of course.

Forgive me,
Miss Scarlet,

I don't believe
you've been introduced.

This is my father,

Sir George Fitzroy.

Father,
this is Miss Eliza Scarlet.

She's a private detective.

She's helped us
on numerous occasions.

It's a pleasure
to meet you.

Madam.

8:00, Chancery's
on Piccadilly.

Don't be late.

It's my mother's birthday.

Her annual attempt
to build a bridge

between myself and my father.

Well, I wish you
good luck.

Believe me,
I'll need it.

Did you enjoy the lamb?

Yes, it was excellent.

Very tender,
and the sauce was superb.

I should hope so,
at these prices.

I trust you are eating well,
Oliver?

Those long hours at work

are rarely conducive
to a good diet.

If I say yes,
will you stop worrying?

I'm your mother...
I'll never stop worrying.

But as long as you're getting
plenty of sleep.

Oh, for God's sake, woman,
he's not a child!

Well, I'm going to ask
for the bill.

I have a meeting
in my club.

How is your friend?

The lady detective...
Miss Scarlet, isn't it?

One moment, sir.

For God's sake!

It is Mother's birthday.

Can you make an effort,
just for once?

How dare you speak to me
in that manner.

George, please.

I will happily foot the bill

if you go to your club
without delay.

Well, in that case,

you can see your mother home.

I cannot abide
his rudeness.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mother,
I didn't mean to upset you.

It's not that.
What is it?

Mother.

Just take me home, Oliver,
please.

Yes, of course.

Ivy, it's barely 7:00
and you're already baking.

I just need to get
a few of these in the oven

before I head off to work.

Whilst you're here...

Try this.

Mmm, absolutely delicious!

Your father used to
love them, too.

He had a sweet tooth,
just like you.

How many
are you making?

Well, there's 30 guests,

so, couple each, I suppose.

Ivy, this
is new!

Hayward's "Forensic Science."

Fancy.

Inspector Blake
bought it for me.

Did he now?

What can I do to help?

You don't have to look
so surprised

when I offer my help
to cook.

It wasn't surprise.

It was fear.

It's a fascinating book.

Apparently,
each person's fingerprint

is as unique as a snowflake's.

The potential for forensic
investigation is enormous.

I'm currently engrossed

in the biography
of Luca Pacioli,

the legendary
father of accounting.

He of course invented

the double entry system
of bookkeeping.

Oh, of course.
Yeah.

The biographer goes
into minute detail

of every entry
in every ledger

and still manages to keep
the book down

to just 900 pages.

Is that all?

Good morning.

Good morning.

You are Miss Scarlet?

I am... how can I help?

The matter I wish to discuss
is somewhat delicate.

I have some errands
to run.

Take a seat.

It's a pleasure to finally
meet you, Mrs. Fitzroy.

Your son is a good man
and an excellent detective.

You must be very proud.

I'm in two minds about whether
I should even be here.

I've stood outside your office
many times before,

but lacked the courage to enter.

Well, you're here now,

and whatever you tell me
will remain confidential.

My husband and I
have been wed 30 years.

I've turned a blind eye
to his moods, his rudeness,

his inability to say
a good word about anyone,

but there is one thing
I cannot ignore.

His adultery.

You believe
he's being unfaithful?

He disappears for
entire evenings,

claiming to be
at some club or other.

I know he's lying.

I speak to the wives of the men
he's supposed to have met with.

Then, last week,

he received a bill from
a florist in Greek Street.

I saw it left open on his desk.

He's been buying red roses,

dozens of them, for weeks.

God knows
who for, certainly not for me.

I just need to know
the truth.

I can see the toll this is
taking on you, Mrs. Fitzroy,

and I'm truly sorry.

But if I were
to take your case,

it would put me
in a difficult position,

both with my, my friendship
with Oliver

and my work at Scotland Yard.

Your husband is
the police commissioner.

The risk to my business
would be great.

I understand your reservations,

but please.

I cannot
trust anyone else with this.

I'm desperate,

or I would never have come.

Good evening, sir... flowers?

Good evening
to you, too, ma'am.

You
followed the police commissioner?

If you'd just
let me explain...

The single most powerful man
in London policing?

The man who could blackball
you from Scotland Yard?

The man who is the cousin
to the foreign secretary?

That's not letting me
explain.

The poor woman
was devastated.

I trust you've not yet
told Mrs. Fitzroy

what you witnessed
last night.

No, not yet.

The situation is more complex
than it first appeared.

More complex than
the police commissioner

having a dalliance
with a young man?

Yes.

There's something else.
Oh, Lord.

After the commissioner went
into the building,

I decided to wait outside.
Of course you did.

An hour later, the door opened.

I watched the
commissioner leave,

and was about to follow him.

But a few moments later,

the young man
left the premises, too.

Oi!

Watch it, darlin'.

Sorry.

So you bloody should be.

The bag was gone?

I believe he left it on purpose
for someone else to collect.

Or maybe it was just stolen.

It was only
a matter of seconds.

He didn't even finish his drink.

He just looked at his watch,
got up, and walked off.

There's something
else going on here, I know it.

Do you want my advice?
No, of course you don't.

But I'm going to give it
to you anyway.

Do not involve yourself in this
any further.

Tell Mrs. Fitzroy that you
did not see her husband

and that you cannot continue
with this case.

Get your "Morning Herald" here.

Get your "Morning Herald"
here.

Ah, there you go, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Why are you following me?

If you're intending
to rob me,

I would highly advise
against it.

I'm a detective with
Scotland Yard.

You're coming with me.

Take his things.

They didn't say anything
to you?

Not a word.

And you can't remember
what they looked like?

It's all a bit hazy, sir...
I...

I remember buying a newspaper.

I vaguely remember
being in an alley.

That's about it.

The doctor
said I have a concussion.

What we do know
is that they robbed you.

Your pocket watch and
wallet were stolen.

My mother gave me that watch
for my 21st birthday.

She'll be most upset.

Oliver!

Oh, my boy.

It's not as bad as
it looks, Mother.

I will find who did this,
Mrs. Fitzroy.

You have my word.

Detective Fitzroy
has a concussion

and three broken ribs.

Gentlemen.

The best way we can help him
is by keeping calm

and doing our job.

Yes, sir.

Without a clear description
of the attackers,

this means house-to-house
inquiries.

I also want a list of everyone

Fitzroy has arrested or charged
in the last two years.

And you're to lean on every
informant that you have,

do whatever it takes... this is
one of our own. - Yes, sir.

Yes, Inspector.

Detective Phelps!

I know the resentment that you
carry, but now is not the time.

So if I get a hint of that
during this investigation,

you will be dismissed
on the spot.

Do you understand?

Believe me, I want to find
the scum who did this

as much as you do.

I've only just
heard... how is he?

He'll live.

Looks like it was a robbery.

Are you sure?

Why would you say that?

Oh, Mrs.
Fitzroy, this is Miss Scarlet,

a friend and associate
of your son's.

Pleased to make your
acquaintance, Miss Scarlet.

Likewise.

Please do excuse me,
I need to find a doctor.

My son is in a lot of pain.

What?

If you knew something about this
attack, you would tell me.

Of course I would.

I know nothing about it.

Then I shall get on
with the business

of finding whoever did this.

I just can't shake the feeling

that whatever happened
to Detective Fitzroy

was not a random robbery.

But people are robbed
every day in the city.

Clarence,

I'm quite sure
that I've witnessed a bag drop

between the young man that the
police commissioner was seeing

and someone in that pub,
and then out of nowhere,

the commissioner's son
gets beaten up.

There's something off here.

Well, have you told the
inspector of your suspicions?

I couldn't.

Marianne Fitzroy was there,

and she made it
abundantly clear

she wanted to conceal
any association between us.

And anyway, I'm bound by
client confidentiality.

Not if someone's life's
at risk, you're not.

As Patrick would say,
you have the uncanny ability

to make what is already
a dire situation

even more unsatisfactory,
Clarence.

Eliza.
Please,

just say something positive.

Back inside, now.

Have you listened to it?

Listened to what?

Have you listened to it?

I've no idea
what you're talking about.

Yes, you do.

She does not...
neither of us do.

Tell him to be quiet.

Be quiet, Clarence.

We know that you followed
the police commissioner,

and that you saw him
with Aleksey.

Aleksey?

That's the young man the
commissioner was visiting?

We also know
that you took Aleksey's bag,

and that you now possess

what was in it, so,

I will ask you one more time.

Have you listened to it?

No, because I, I didn't take
the bag.

Someone else must have.
You're a liar.

She's not... how dare you!
Be quiet, Clarence.

You have five seconds
to tell me the truth,

or my colleague here
will put a bullet

in your friend's head.

Ooh...

Five.

Four.
Eliza!

Three.

Two.

No, I, I haven't listened to it.

But I do have it.

Where is it?

Somewhere safe... not here.

Take us to it now.

But if I do,
then you'll kill us.

I kill you if you don't.

Well, then,
you'll never find it.

Nor will I tell you

if you harm my colleague.

What do you propose?

I'll retrieve the bag,

and its contents,
leave it in the office,

which I'll leave unlocked
tomorrow night.

You reclaim what's yours,
we go our separate ways.

If you try to follow me,

I'll go straight to
Scotland Yard.

You have until tomorrow night.

You have no idea where
that bag is, do you?

Not a clue.

Thank you.

Inspector Blake.

Good evening, sir.

I've been out of town all day.

I've just heard
what's happened to my son.

What can you tell me?

Nothing concrete yet,
I'm afraid, sir.

We're still following
several lines of inquiry.

But be assured, every available
man is working the case.

Well, I'm glad to hear it.

His mother is beside herself
with worry.

It was a robbery?

It would appear so.
So, he was just

in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

That is what
I intend to find out.

But I would still like to
consider all options, sir.

Can you think of anyone who
would wish harm on Oliver?

No.

No, my son has many faults,

but making enemies
is not one of them.

And yourself?

Myself?

There have been times
where a man

in a high position,
such as yourself,

has found his family at threat

in some way.

Well, that's not the case
here.

I'm sure of it.

Yes.

But perhaps to be certain,
we might...

Well, you're wasting your time!

Yours and mine.

If you make any progress,

you'll tell me, won't you,
immediately?

Yes, sir.

I'm still not convinced it
was wise to tell those thugs

you have what they
were looking for.

Well, we're alive,
aren't we?

Well, for now.

What do you think they meant
when they said,

"Have you listened to it?"

Listened to what?

I've not the slightest
idea.

The only thing
I am sure about

is that there is a link
between the commissioner,

whoever those men were, and
the attack on Oliver Fitzroy.

Well, this link,
I fail to see

how it's going to stop me
being killed.

We'll make a plan
in the morning, Clarence.

Everything feels better
after a good night's sleep.

I doubt I'll get any sleep.

Try reading that book
on your famous accountant.

I shall.

Yes, thank you... mmm.

Ivy?

Ivy?

I am intrigued with your décor,
Miss Scarlet.

It's rather eclectic.

Or are you setting up
a curiosity shop?

My housekeeper...
what have you done with her?

Oh, she's gone out
for the evening,

with a rather
loquacious gentleman.

She has my sympathy.

Do you always enter people's
houses without permission?

Yes, all the time.

You can run if you like,

but I wouldn't recommend it.

Now.

Sit.

We've met before.

Oi!

Watch it, darlin'!

Sorry.

So you bloody should be.

You were a decoy to stop me from
getting that bag, weren't you?

Who are you?

You can call me...

... Miss Scott.

Is that your real name?

You will cease
your investigation

into Commissioner Fitzroy
with immediate effect.

And what if I don't?

Think of the worst thing
you could imagine.

The most pain.

The most humiliation.

The very sum
of all of your fears.

My friend here will deliver it.

Cease your investigation.

Do I make myself clear?

You do.

Splendid.

Anything?
Afraid not.

I've leaned on every
nark, scrote, and snitch

on both sides of the river...
not a word.

How persuasive were you?

I used the carrot and the stick.

Mostly the stick.

No one knows anything.

I've spoken to
the other lads, too.

They're all saying the same.

But there is someone
I haven't yet asked.

Someone who's well-connected.

In the criminal sense?

He's about as criminal
as they come, yeah.

And who might that be?

My uncle.

Your uncle is Dylan Cooper?

That is, to say the least,
a conflict of interest.

We're not close.

Not since I joined
the force.

In fact, I heard a rumor
he had a price on me head.

How reliable is that rumor?

Mr. Cooper
will see you now.

Let's find out.

You got a minute?

You brought backup.

He works with me.

I'm Detective
Inspector Blake.

I know who you are.

Sit down.

Didn't you use to have his job?

How are you, Uncle?

What do you care?
You never come see me.

I'm here now, aren't I?

Always were a lippy little sod.

Even as a nipper.

We're not here to reminisce.

What are you here for?

Nobody knows what
goes on in this city

better than you, Mr. Cooper,

and we need your help.

And why would I help you?

Because then
I would be in your debt.

And I'm a man who knows
how to repay his debts.

Nah, you ain't

that type of copper.

No, one of my men
has been hurt.

And I will do whatever it takes
to get answers.

You see, that's why
he's got your job.

You could learn a thing
or two from him, son.

So?

What you heard?

Only 'cause you're kin.

There's this fella.

Sells papers off the corner
of Old Pitts Lane.

Done it for years.

He knows every copper
on his pitch.

Your lad bought a paper off him.

He reckons the boy
was being followed.

That's all I know.

I'll head
over to Old Pitts Lane,

see if I can find
this paper seller.

It's 2:00 in the morning.

He won't be there
for hours.

Then I'll wait.

I suppose that seals it,
right?

Now you've seen where I'm from.

Good reason to get rid of me.

That's one way of looking
at it.

Another would be that you have
access to a valuable resource

and showed great character

sharing it with
a senior officer.

Find that witness.

Come in, Miss Scarlet.

Inspector Blake.
I'm curious.

Do you ever sleep?

Well, it's practically
morning.

I, I need a moment
with you.

Actually more than a moment...
several moments.

There's a lot to explain,
I, I'll tell you on the way.

On the way to where?

Come along.

And this is where
you saw the commissioner.

And this Aleksey.

It is.

And these Russians think
you stole his bag.

There's something inside it
that you can listen to,

but I've no idea what.

Nor do I understand
how this Miss Scott

and her red-headed associate

fit into all this.

Are you sure
he's not in?

Positive... the lights
have been off all night.

I believe it's a
good place to start

and try and find
some answers.

I knew I was right.

About what?
At the hospital.

I could tell there was something
you weren't telling me.

Do you really want to have
that conversation now?

Our friend Aleksey
has expensive tastes.

Drapes are pure silk.

Yet the address
is far from salubrious.

Or the exterior was
picked to be discreet.

I suspect the interior
was designed

to appeal to gentlemen
of wealth and influence.

Like the commissioner.

Do you think, as I do,

that all this is linked to
the attack on Oliver Fitzroy?

I do.

"Have you listened to it?"

That's what
the Russians asked you.

I still have no idea
what they were referring to.

Could it be this?

Wax cylinder.

I don't see a phonograph
it could be played on.

Perhaps Aleksey
doesn't own one.

Maybe not.

But I do.

And let's see what we have here.

Kogda chasy probyut devyat,

Aleksey dolzhen priiti k mestu

gde zhivyot
ego lyubimaya ptitsa.

That's the man who had
a gun to my head.

I recognize his voice.

I ego sedoi drug budet styort...
ne opazdyvai, Aleksey.

Aleksey.

That's the young man that
the commissioner was seeing.

Do you speak Russian?

I was taught basic Russian

when I served in the
Afghan Wars back in '78.

The Russian threat was growing,
and if you were captured,

survival was more likely
if you could communicate.

What does it say?

"When the clock strikes nine,
Aleksey must come to the place

"where his favorite bird lives.

His gray-haired friend
will be... "

"Stooart."

I don't know that word.

The gray-haired friend
must be the commissioner.

Where's the meeting place,
"where his favorite bird lives"?

What favorite bird?

"Stooart."

What does it mean?

Erased.

They're going to kill him.

9:00.

It's half past eight now.

Come.

I went to speak
to the newspaper seller,

but before I could get
to him,

he was harassed by a woman
and what looked like a thug.

Does this thug
have red hair?

He did.

Do you think this is who
came to your home? Hmm.

Did you find out
who they are?

They
drove off in a carriage.

I managed to follow 'em to some
disused warehouses in Kilburn.

Then I lost 'em.
Where is this place?

Just north of
the High Road.

Uh, Blackbird Lane.

Aleksey.

Why on Earth
are we meeting here?

What's going on?

I'm sorry.

What have you done, Aleksey?

Police!

Place your weapon
on the ground!

We have uniform
on their way.

Soon this whole place
will be surrounded!

So I will say
this only once more.

Put down your weapon!

God!

Put your
weapon on the ground!

Now!

There's no need to shout,
Inspector.

We'll gladly do as you ask.

I told you
to wait in the carriage.

I did, until I heard
gunfire.

Who are you?

British Intelligence,
for Her Majesty's Government.

My codename is the Governess.

I work for the Queen's
Department, Level Three.

As I'm sure you are aware,

there are many divisions in
the British Security Service.

QD3 is the least known.

Some may say
the, uh, murkiest of them all.

And you've been monitoring
the police commissioner.

We became aware of the
Russians' attempt to groom him.

They put an agent,
the young Aleksey,

in his path.

His job was to find
the security arrangements

on the new Royal Naval ship
being built.

At Deptford Docks?

Precisely.

It's the Navy's technical
advancements, in particular,

the Russians are after.

And, uh, well, Commissioner
Fitzroy's a well-connected man,

not only in his position here,
but also in British government.

In particular,
his family connection

as cousin to
the foreign secretary.

Was it his intention to work
with the Russians?

Good God, no.

The man was oblivious to
the fact he was being played.

But that all came to a head
when the Russians discovered

their operation
had been breached

by Miss Scarlet here.

At that point,

the commissioner's days
were numbered.

Oh, these belong
to Detective Fitzroy.

He was being trailed
to see if he was involved

or aware of his father's
activities.

Unfortunately for him,

he turned out to be
a rather astute detective

and realized
he was being followed.

My men had no choice
but to cover their tracks

and make it look like a robbery.

Detective Fitzroy made
the mistake in fighting back.

I, uh, do apologize
for his entanglement.

Entanglement?
He was beaten to a pulp!

What I have told you here today

must remain in the
strictest of confidence.

If there is a leak,

I cannot promise
there will not

be repercussions.

No one is immune.

And it will be out of my hands,
I'm afraid.

What of the commissioner?

Hm, he'll retire.

Live out the rest of his life
quietly in the countryside.

The last thing he wants
is the world to know

what he's got tied up in.

Least of all his family.

Good day, gentlemen.

Miss Scarlet.

Miss Scott.

Right, I'm off, too.

Head to the hospital,
check on his lordship.

Detective Phelps.

That was good work.

Thank you, skipper.

Drink?

Make it a double.

Have you ever encountered
someone like her before?

Like the Governess?
Never.

It doesn't surprise me
that there are female spies

working for the government,

but to hold such
a position of authority.

An impressive woman
indeed.

Good day.

Good day.

It is with great honor

and much unbound joy

that I now raise a glass
to my beautiful wife.

To Ivy Elizabeth Potts.

To Ivy!

How are you, Oliver?

A great deal better,
thank you.

And even more so after speaking
to my mother this morning.

My father has decided
to leave the police force

and retire to our country home
in Surrey.

It is most welcome news.

He won't be breathing
down my neck all the time.

That is welcome news.

That's your third glass.

Oh, well,
who's counting?

When I met Clarence,
Oliver, he was teetotal.

Oh, our Miss Scarlet
has turned you to drink.

Let's just say,
working with her,

there's never a dull moment.

Yeah.

This champagne is
quite exquisite.

Cost a pretty penny,
I bet.

Well, I'm paying for it,

so you can put it
on the ledger, Clarence.

Here you go,
Your Highness.

Thank you, Charlie.

I can see Detective Phelps
is looking after you.

Oh, he's got me running around
like a blue-arsed fly.

Inspector Blake
lent me his carriage.

Each morning, Charlie collects
me and takes me to work.

I've told him
I'm perfectly capable

and don't need assistance.

Oh, hark at his lordship here.

I'm not assisting ya.

All I care about is a free ride
to work.

Speaking of Inspector Blake,
I assumed he'd be invited.

Indeed, he was,

but his daughter was unwell.

Nothing serious, just a cold.

But he still sent his carriage
to bring me here.

He's quite
the gentleman, isn't he?

He certainly is.

- Everybody got a drink?
- Thank you.

Yes.

We must be on our way.

Margate awaits.

We do not want
to miss the train.

Barnabus, if we leave now,

we're going to be
an hour early.

Better three hours too soon than
one minute too late, my dear.

Mr. Potts is right, Ivy.

Well, surely, you must now
call him Barnabus.

Mustn't she, Barnabus?

Yes, of course.

Well, then.

Barnabus.

Barnabus. Barnabus.

Barnabus. IVY: Whoo!

Thank you.

I'll send you
a postcard.

Please do.

Inspector Blake.

Miss Scarlet.

I'm sorry to disturb you,

but I heard
that Sophia was unwell.

And, uh, well, since you
couldn't come to the wedding,

I've brought her and you
some wedding cake.

You came all the way across town
to bring wedding cake?

Um, yes.

How's Sophia feeling?

Better.

That's very kind, thank you.

Well...

Um, uh,
good day, Inspector Blake.

Miss Scarlet.

Miss Scarlet?

Would you like to come in?

Yes.

I'd like that very much.

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