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Fitzroy's father wants you gone.

You're going to take this post in Glasgow,

because there's no longer a job for you here.

These are the gentlemen I have selected

as potential husbands for my niece.

You want to marry for love. Yes.

Spoiled little brat.

You do not want me as an enemy.

I want you as my employee.

Eliza, whether I like it or not,

I leave for Glasgow at the end of the week.

But ever the optimist,

I've decided to, uh, view it as an opportunity.

I would go so far as to say

it is a golden opportunity, William.

And one in which I know you will flourish.

Our loss is Glasgow's gain.

Scotland isn't so far.

It is a mere few hours on the train.

And if there is ever an investigation

that takes me up there,

I will surely come and visit.

And whenever I have the, the need to be back in London,

you will be the first on my list to call upon.

So this isn't goodbye, but...

It's goodbye for now.

You have a visitor.

Inspector Wellington has arrived already?

It's not Inspector Wellington.

I'm curious, Mr. Nash.

Given our last meeting, when you attempted to blackmail me...

Miss Scarlet, please.

My intention was not to blackmail,

but rather persuade.

What is it you want?

What I've always wanted:

for you to come work for me.

Well, my answer is still no,

so I bid you good evening.

I have a new proposal to make.

Make your proposal, which I will turn down,

and then you can leave.

I have a surplus of cases.

You have a deficit.

Each month, I turn away work

whilst you tout for business

in a market that views you with suspicion

and disdain.

I'm surviving.

But are you thriving?

If I were to hire you to work these cases,

you would double,

possibly treble your income.

Mm, let me be clear,

so we don't have to have this conversation again.

I will never work for you.

You already have.

What?

Your adultery case last month.

The Sanderson family?

I sent them your way,

as I have done with several other clients

who required a feminine touch.

You're a liar. Did it not occur to you

that you have become rather busy recently?

I don't need your charity.

It wasn't charity.

I charged them a finder's fee.

So,

what do you say?

And I'd urge you to consider my proposal

carefully, given the forthcoming change

in your circumstance.

What are you talking about?

Your inspector friend is leaving London.

You'll have no ally

in Scotland Yard,

no one to share their resources or indeed hire you.

I'm sure he's offered

to sing your praises to whoever succeeds him,

but we both know how that will play out in reality.

Have you finished?

Miss Scarlet...

I find myself in unchartered waters here.

I am more used to using the stick than the carrot.

However, for some incomprehensible reason,

you make me want to be a fairer man.

A more honest man.

I could have carried on throwing you cases,

receiving my finder's fee.

Yet here I am.

Now I have finished.

Underhanded, conniving, and insulting to boot.

The man's reputation is well deserved.

But he did offer you more money

for doing the same job.

You think I should work for him, don't you?

I think you should find a nice man

and get married, but I'm trying to

make the best of a bad situation.

I thought you didn't like whiskey.

I don't.

Of course I'd rather be thriving than surviving.

I had hoped to expand the business,

have a larger office,

employ a full-time staff.

When you say staff...

It's one thing working on your own,

but to be in charge of a group of men...

Why shouldn't a woman be in charge?

We have a woman on the throne.

Not when I was a girl, we didn't.

Look.

I know you to be capable,

and although I'd sleep easier had you taken a different path,

I am still very proud of what you have achieved.

But perhaps now isn't the time

to make any further change.

You have much on your mind with Inspector Wellington leaving.

It's clearly been worrying you.

What makes you say that?

Because it's not often you have the need

to talk to yourself in the mirror.

I'll let him in.

Before we dine, I wanted to give you a present.

It's a parting gift of sorts.

Didn't know you could sew.

Oh-- Ivy?

Well, I made such a mess of the first set

that she insisted.

Well, thank you.

Look, Eliza, whether I like it or not,

I leave for Glasgow at the end of the week.

But ever the optimist...

You're not. Pardon?

An optimist.

You always say that, but we both know

you don't want to go to Scotland,

so let's not pretend.

Well, there goes my rehearsed speech.

Well, I haven't rehearsed this,

but, uh...

I'm going to say it anyway.

Am I going to need more whiskey?

I have a proposal, William.

I would like to offer you a job.

Is that a joke?

I've never been more serious in my life.

My God, Eliza.

I mean, just, just when I think that

we understand each other,

I can no more comprehend how your mind works

than I can a complete stranger.

I'm trying to help you.

You don't want to leave London!

Oh, so this is about pity?

I have told no one other than you

that I'm being forced to leave.

I had hoped to salvage some pride,

yet you would have me going from

a detective inspector at Scotland Yard to what?

What, your, your assistant?

Not assistant, no.

I don't know what we'd call it.

I haven't thought it through. Clearly!

I mean, the notion that I would work for you.

My business is already up and running,

I have an existing reputation.

And I don't?

Of course you do, you're...

You're known and respected throughout the city,

which would bring in infinitely more clients.

Oh, now I understand.

Now I understand-- this isn't about

you helping me, this is about

you and your ambition.

Just as it always is.

I, I think I should leave before I say

something I regret. You mean you haven't already?

Morning, Inspector, how goes the packing?

Fine, thank you.

Well, I hear from

my man in Glasgow the weather's

unseasonably fine at the moment.

Must be welcome news.

Is there something that I can help you with, sir?

Well, I have the commissioner coming in at any moment,

so I'll make my business brief.

Young Fitzroy will lead the next case that comes in.

Supervise him, but let him head it up.

Good to give him some experience

while he still has you on hand.

I'm not sure that's a good idea.

If I say it is so, it is so.

Yes, sir.

You have something to say, Detective Fitzroy?

It's just that...

It was my father who has requested I step up.

It is not the superintendent's fault, sir.

I am sure he would much rather not

be in this situation in the first place.

You are one of his finest officers...

That will be all, Detective.

Sir, forgive me for prying,

but I am surprised at your decision to leave.

I understand it is a promotion,

but surely it will not be long before you're

offered similar here. I said that will be all.

Yes, sir.

Hattie?

Did we arrange to meet?

Sorry, this isn't a good time.

My aunt is waiting for you inside.

But I have yet to unlock the door.

You gave me a key, remember?

In case I had to water your plants.

I don't have any plants.

Very well, I found my cousin's spare key

and kept it.

On occasion, I have used

your office as sanctuary,

particularly when my aunt invites her goddaughter

around for tea.

She's a terrible bully.

Goodness knows what she'll be like when she's an adult.

What does your aunt want?

Find a husband for my niece.

A simple task for which I paid you handsomely.

And one which I have fulfilled.

You have given me the names of numerous gentlemen,

and I have provided background checks on all of them.

And found none eligible.

They are either morally compromised

or have some family disgrace lurking in their background.

One might almost think you were finding fault deliberately.

But I will give you the benefit of the doubt.

This is a new list, the most comprehensive to date.

I'm sorry, I can do no more.

And I will say this,

because Hattie will not.

She's a grown woman,

perfectly capable of making her own decisions.

And perhaps...

Perhaps she does not want to marry

a man of your choosing.

She wishes to marry for love.

Miss Scarlet, because of you,

my one and only child has moved to another country.

Do not assume you will have the same influence over my niece.

She will marry, and when she does,

she and her husband will live in my house.

They will look after me in my old age.

Who knows?

Perhaps there will even be a child or two.

Because if not this, then what life is it

to age alone,

to dine by oneself,

to spend endless evenings with no company at all?

We are both women on our own.

We have more in common than you think.

When my husband died,

I received several offers of marriage.

But I had a young son and a full life and...

The truth is,

I did not want to be ruled over by another man again.

But one day, you realize you are old,

that your life is no longer so full.

And you look back upon those decisions you made

when the future stretched before you,

and you cannot help but dwell

on how things might have been.

I do understand.

More than you know.

But Hattie is your niece, and such a sweet person.

Surely it's her happiness

that should be your prime concern.

So.

You are refusing to assist me in this.

I am.

Very well.

I will find her a husband myself.

You are wrong, Miss Scarlet.

We have nothing in common,

for I will have my wealth to keep me warm.

And you...

This little concern of yours

will not provide you with a comfortable old age.

Merely memories of a once busy life.

Good day.

I imagine you've been pacing the streets in dilemma

at whether you can trust me or not.

You had me followed, didn't you?

But the fact that you're here tells me

you've decided to accept my offer?

I will take one case from you.

As a trial run,

to see how this arrangement works out.

But it will be a case of my choosing.

Not one requiring

"a feminine touch." Agreed.

And in terms of payment, I want...

Three months in advance,

yes.

My man heard you rehearsing your speech.

Including the fact that you'd settle for

two months in advance, so...

Do we have a deal?

We have a deal.

Oh, and, uh, I would have accepted one month in advance.

I knew your man was following me,

and I allowed him to eavesdrop.

Of course you did.

You know, you really are...

Mr. Nash!

Mr. Nash!

Mr. Nash!

Mr. Nash!

How do I look?

You're a lucky man.

Three bullets in the leg says so.

Hm.

I saw a glimpse of the man who shot you.

Tall.

Green coat.

Do you know him?

You need to rest.

The drawer.

Open it.

As per our agreement.

I have a case for you.

Find who did this to me.

Why not get your men to do it?

Don't get me wrong.

When it comes to finding escaped convicts

or blackmailing a brothel owner,

my men are first-rate.

But this is my life.

I need someone I can trust.

What makes you think you can trust me?

There are many people that dislike me.

But you, Miss Scarlet,

you're the only one who says it to my face.

Before he pulled out his revolver,

I saw the gunman glance at something in his hand.

A photograph.

A hired assassin?

Find him.

Please.

Miss Scarlet.

Detective Fitzroy.

I'm here on the Nash case.

I could not believe my ears

when I heard you were present at the shooting.

I've already given my witness statement.

Oh, I, I'm aware of that, but I just wanted to

reassure myself that you were unharmed.

I'm quite well, thank you.

Inspector Wellington, I was just inquiring

as to Miss Scarlet's health.

And I can reassure you once again,

Detective Fitzroy, that I'm quite well.

Are you?

Yes, I am.

I've just spoken with

the doctor who operated on Nash.

These are the bullets extracted from his leg.

I haven't seen the like for years.

Antiquated, to say the least.

I would wager fired from

an old cap and ball revolver.

Detective Fitzroy will be leading this investigation,

and I would appreciate it

if you would allow him to do his job.

Unhindered.

Wrap the bullets up for further inspection.

Yes, sir.

You're leading the investigation?

Congratulations.

Thank you.

I am determined that Inspector Wellington

will leave his post reassured in the knowledge that I am

a capable detective.

Thank you, Miss Scarlet.

I need to find the revolver that fired this.

Tomorrow I help you, not tonight.

Why? I'm busy.

Doing what?

That be my business.

Moses!

I just need one hour of your time, please.

And you saw this man?

Only fleetingly.

I would guess he was in his late 40s,

perhaps a little older-- as I mentioned,

he had a photograph he consulted before he fired.

An assassin whose weapon of choice

is at least 30 years old?

I'd wager ex-Army.

Those men from the Crimea

returned stuck in time and in their ways.

Fighting battles in their sleep.

A gun for hire so they can buy their whiskey

to keep them warm.

Do you know anyone that fits that description?

No.

But I know a man who might.

Welcome

to my Aladdin's Cave.

A lady like yourself is sure to find

something that takes your fancy.

Perhaps later.

Masks!

From the warlords of Africa.

Rugs walked upon by the sultan of Persia himself.

Remedies from the deepest depths

of the Amazon jungle.

A poison from the blood-fanged viper.

A venom from the devil-scaled scorpion.

I never knew such creatures existed.

Two drops on a man's skin will send him to sleep.

Three, and he'll never wake up.

I put a few dabs

on my cash register every night

to stop thieves from robbing me.

Does it work?

Ask him.

Solomon!

The bullet!

Oh, oh, yes.

Well, you know,

I'm no expert,

but I think I might have sold

a box of balls for such a weapon only last week.

To a gentleman, chatty fellow.

Mentioned a tavern he was particularly fond of.

My memory is not what it used to be.

As poor as my sight these days.

Oh, yes.

It's all coming back to me now.

You've been gone an age.

What on Earth

have you been doing?

One of the punters owed me money.

Been looking for him

for the last three months. We're trying to find

information on this gunman, not calling in your debts.

The gunman's name is Isaac Marshall.

Ex-Army.

Spent the last ten years

in Warwick Gaol for armed robbery.

Released a few weeks back.

That's his address.

Oh, well, good work.

The Rookery.

Well, no time like the present.

Come along.

Your hour is up.

Three hours ago.

I got another job to do.

No! Fine.

Then I'll just have to go on my own, then.

The Rookery is the most violent slum

in the city.

Tell your inspector.

Let the police go in.

My inspector, nor is he speaking to me.

And anyway, I'm sure I've been

to worse places before.

You go there, you will not come out alive.

Well, it's a good job you're coming with me, then.

No, I am not.

Sir.

I have a request.

Concerning?

The, the Nash case.

I would very much appreciate your help-- well, guidance.

Well, more like a second pair of hands.

You are the lead detective

on this investigation.

If you require more resources,

then you have an entire team at your disposal.

Yes, sir, on that,

they may have gone to the Fat Goose.

May have?

Definitely have.

Then tell them to come back, Fitzroy.

You are their superior officer.

You need to demand their respect.

Yes, sir, absolutely.

And...

How exactly would one go about such a thing?

Hello, darlin'.

I must warn you,

I'm working for Scotland Yard.

There are undercover officers all around, watching us.

Where?

Up there.

I knew you'd come.

No, you did not.

Our man clearly likes a drink.

Them thieves would have robbed you

and cut your throat.

Next time, listen to me when I warn you!

Eliza.

It wasn't Nash the gunman was aiming for.

It was you.

Ah!

Inspector Wellington!

I wonder if I might have a word.

How can I help you, Mr. Potts?

It's a sensitive, but pressing issue.

A personal matter, if you will,

concerning myself and Miss Scarlet.

As you are no doubt aware,

myself and her housekeeper, Miss Woods,

are enjoying a, uh, friendship at present.

Yes, I am aware, Mr. Potts.

And for the sake of this friendship,

I would like to find some accord with Miss Scarlet.

However, this is problematic

when she insists on gaining entry to my mortuary.

Now, I need not remind you, Inspector...

Women are not allowed.

Precisely.

So... I kindly request

that before your departure to Scotland,

you speak with the lady.

I understand she listens to you.

Did I say something that amuses you, Inspector?

Oh, more than you could ever know.

Now, if you'll excuse me, Mr. Potts,

I need to go and drag half of my department

out of the Fat Goose and back to work. Sir.

The ballistics report has come back on the Nash case.

As we suspected, the bullet looks to have been fired

from a cap and ball revolver,

most likely an old Navy Colt.

Then it confirms the weapon we suspected.

Forgive me, sir, that is not why I bring this to your attention.

The report outlines only two bullets examined.

There were three.

I believe Miss Scarlet may have taken the third.

Inspector... Yes, Mr. Potts,

I am aware of your opinion of Miss Scarlet,

but I do not have time

to hear it again. No, no, no, no, it's not that.

Although it is disappointing to hear

that she runs rings around you much as she does me.

No, it's that this very morning,

I have taken possession of a cadaver

found in the Rookery slums.

And in his right ventricle was lodged a lead ball,

just like the one you describe.

What was he wearing?

Well, I'll have his possessions brought in,

but he was not a smartly dressed gentleman.

Rather worn boots, old green coat.

That fits with Miss Scarlet's description of the gunman.

I would say he's tall, too. Mm-hmm.

What else can you tell from looking at him?

Um...

His skin's got a slight yellowish tinge.

Jaundice, perhaps?

A heavy drinker.

Good, well done.

Do you have the postmortem file, Mr. Potts?

I have it here somewhere.

You'll, uh, have to forgive me, Inspector,

we're running rather behind today.

One of our coroners, Mr. Wormsley,

is now and again infected with a terrible ague.

Ah, here we are.

Well, I say ague, it's more likely malaria

brought on from his time of service in the Indies.

You know, muscle pain, dysentery,

headaches... Thank you, Mr. Potts.

His name's Isaac Marshall.

He had an identity card on his person from Warwick Gaol.

Released on the 12th of this month.

Well, this is your investigation.

What would you recommend as the next step?

If he's been to prison, he'll have a criminal record.

We can gather a list of known associates.

We'll make a detective of you yet.

M for Marshall.

Once we have our list, call the men in for a meeting.

Give them two suspects each

to chase down. I'll ask them.

No.

You will tell them.

Yes, absolutely.

Ah, here it is.

That's odd, the original files are missing.

But we have the carbon copies.

Here's a list of known associates.

Anything?

It's hard to say, we'll have to cross-check them.

Here is his prison record from Warwick Gaol.

Isaac Marshall's police file.

Original copies.

Have a look at his prison record.

There's a name on there

you might recognize.

His cell mate?

Joseph Simms.

Your first-ever case.

Never was there such a cunning crook.

Do you think he hired Marshall to kill me?

You stopped him inheriting a fortune.

Not to mention, he did

a year's hard labor because of you. Did?

Simms was released from jail last week.

You say Miss Scarlet poisoned this Simms character?

With a hefty dose of laudanum.

He was out for almost an hour-- I thought that she'd killed him.

She's quite something, is she not?

Wait here in case she comes back.

But if I stay here, how am I to continue to lead the case?

I'll be running the investigation from now on.

With respect, sir, the superintendent said...

I don't have time to hold your hand anymore,

not on something this important.

You'll wait here whilst I go and look for Miss Scarlet.

No!

What?

I'm attempting to follow your guidance,

to stand up for myself,

to demonstrate leadership.

So I would appreciate it if you showed me some faith

in the time we have left.

Well, let me give you another piece of guidance.

You speak to a superior officer like that,

and you will find yourself in serious trouble.

What do you care?

You're going to Glasgow to pursue your own ambitions

and to the hell with the rest of us!

Do you know why I'm leaving, Detective Fitzroy?

Not through choice or ambition.

I'm leaving because of you.

Because your father wants someone

to blame for your shortcomings,

and I am the one that he has chosen.

Now stay here!

That's an order.

What you looking for?

I don't know yet, but I do know how much money

is in my bag, Clementine, so don't even think about it.

Hello, Moses.

Isaac Marshall is dead.

Shot through the heart.

No doubt punishment for the mess-up over my shooting.

You think it was Simms? Most likely.

That his file?

These are my case notes,

including aliases and past addresses.

There are several,

but I would start with this one.

I'll go to Scotland Yard and alert the inspector.

Clementine, I need you to do something for me.

Go to Miss Scarlet's office.

Wait there in case the inspector turns up.

Fine, I'll get my boots.

He may have found out where I live.

You must warn Ivy.

I'll go straight there-- I'll send a message

to Scotland Yard on the way.

Right, I'm off.

And don't worry, Miss Scarlet, you can count on me.

Hand it over.

What? My money.

Fine.

I have a telegram for Inspector Wellington.

I was told he was here.

I'll take it.

Sir.

What's that girl gone and done now?

There's no time to explain, Ivy.

We just need to get you somewhere safe.

And Lizzy? Is she safe? She is.

You have my word, Ivy.

Inspector. Moses.

I take it you did not get my telegram.

What telegram?

Police! Get down on the ground!

I said on the ground!

Easy, son.

I am not your son-- you will refer to me as sir or detective.

Just you is it, son? I mean, sir?

I said get your hands in the air!

Get down on the ground!

Uh, which one is it?

I can't go down

without lowering my hands...

Stop talking, just do it!

Stay still, try not to move.

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!

Stay still.

Who are you?

I'm Inspector Wellington of Scotland Yard.

I need to speak to Miss Scarlet right away.

Hello, Miss Scarlet.

How did you find me? Your associate.

Clementine, is it?

Not the brightest spark in the box.

That damn woman!

Now, first things first.

I believe you owe me an apology.

For what?

Taking my inheritance.

Making me kill my old cellmate.

I didn't make you kill anyone-- you're insane.

So would you be, after a year's hard labor.

Have you any idea what that does to a man?

That's no excuse for murder.

Old Isaac deserved it for his cock-up.

Unlike him, my aim will be a sober one.

Wait, wait, wait!

I have money.

Enough for you to buy safe passage

to wherever you wish to go.

Where is this money?

The safe in my office. Very well.

I'll go there after I kill you.

No, no, you'll need a key.

I've hidden it somewhere,

and you'll never find it without me.

Tell me where it is.

Now.

Is that all there is?

That's a month's wages!

You need to up your fee-- still,

I never turn my nose up at free money.

Right.

If this is to be my last moment,

at least let me have a drink.

Would you care to join me?

Care to join you?

You're up to something. No, I'm not.

You trying to stall me,

or, or is it something else?

It's a simple last request for a drink.

Course it is.

Laced with laudanum, is it?

Or have you changed your poison of choice?

You're right, I have changed my poison of choice.

"Venom from the devil-scaled scorpion"?

Is this a joke?

Oh, that's what I thought at first, but, uh...

No, it turns out it is rather potent.

But I...

I didn't take the drink.

I didn't put it in your drink, Mr. Simms.

I put a few drops on the money

you just touched.

An insurance policy,

in case something went wrong and somehow you found me.

I say "somehow."

I instructed Clementine to give you this address.

She knows exactly what Inspector Wellington looks like.

She's been arrested by him enough times.

I do hope these are still useable.

You never cease

to amaze me.

Thank you, Moses.

What makes you think it was a compliment?

What took you so long to get back here, anyway?

Ivy's mother talk even more than Ivy.

Inspector.

Moses.

How is Detective Fitzroy?

He'll be fine, it's just a flesh wound.

Goodness.

He's lucky you were there.

I seem to remember saying

that the next time that you poisoned someone,

I would have you arrested.

Really?

I don't remember that.

You could have killed him, Eliza.

A little scorpion venom never hurt anyone, William.

When do you leave for Glasgow?

Tonight-- I'm taking the 10:00.

You know, Scotland isn't so far.

Just a few hours by train. Mm-hmm.

And when I have need to be back in London,

you will be the first on my list to call upon.

So this isn't goodbye, but...

Goodbye for now.

Duke?

We're all done here.

Eliza!

I came to tell you the most marvelous news!

I'm engaged!

What? Who to?

I have yet to meet him.

But his father is a viscount, so my aunt is happy.

"Harriet," she said,

"there are two types of women in this world.

"Those who can be choosy, and those who cannot.

And you are the latter."

She is right, Eliza.

What is the point of me waiting any longer?

So that you find someone that you like.

I have liked many gentlemen in the past.

The trouble is, it has not been reciprocated.

And I am fine with that. Look...

I have an appointment, but I can change it.

Let us sit down and talk this through.

There is nothing to talk through.

It has all been arranged.

My aunt is even throwing me an engagement party tonight.

Tonight?

Isn't this all a bit rushed?

Perhaps she is worried he might change his mind.

Will you come?

Of course I will, but...

Splendid, and bring Miss Woods.

The more people I like there, the better!

Until tonight, then-- goodbye, Eliza!

A curious tale.

And one which leads me to conclude

that it's entirely your fault I was shot.

I'm afraid so, Mr. Nash.

I can only apologize. No need.

I always wanted a walking cane,

and now I have an excuse to use one.

For a while, at least.

I had my men bring in a selection.

I chose this one.

The three lions of the British Empire.

But you're Irish.

When it suits.

And sometimes, it does not.

I came to give you this.

Given the assassin's bullet was for me,

I think it only fair I return your fee.

Um...

This is the money that you poisoned.

Well, I believe enough time has passed for it to be quite safe.

Tempting, but you keep it.

Let's call it

a down payment for the next case I throw your way.

Then I will take my leave, Mr. Nash.

Thank you for coming to see me.

It's nice to know you care.

Oh, and, um...

I prefer this one.

Hm.

No, I like this one.

I do hope I'm worthy enough

to accompany you to such an illustrious gathering.

You have scrubbed up very nicely indeed, Barnabus.

So have you, Ivy.

Eliza, you are here!

Hattie, are you all right?

I am, actually.

Oh, Eliza, this is Mr. Peters.

My fiancé.

It's lovely to meet you, Mr. Peters.

You need to speak slowly so he can read your lips.

Is he deaf?

He is Dutch-- can't speak a word of English.

Harriet, there you are!

Are you looking after Ludwig?

I am, Aunt.

Now, come along, the pair of you.

There are other guests to meet apart from Miss Scarlet.

Thank you.

Commissioner wants to see you.

I need to catch my train, sir.

It's important.

You were given a simple instruction.

Teach my son, show him the ropes,

knock some gumption into him.

And now he lies wounded in a hospital bed.

He has made progress, sir.

Slowly, I admit, but he has the makings of a good detective.

I have read your report.

He went alone to apprehend an armed criminal.

With respect, sir, that was not my fault.

No?

Then whose is it, then?

Yours.

Mine?!

In your son's desire to prove himself to you,

he risked his own life.

The blame lies at your door,

and no one else's.

Now, if you'll excuse me, sir.

You think I'm going to let you walk away, Wellington?

You will be charged

with dereliction of duty.

Have him arrested pending a hearing. Sir, let's not be too hasty...

If you do not, I will replace you with somebody who will.

That's enough.

Inspector Wellington should be commended, not punished.

What the devil are you doing here?

I discharged myself.

I've come to speak with you, Father.

This is not the time-- leave us.

No.

Inspector Wellington is the finest officer in this force.

He has shown me nothing but patience and kindness,

and he will not be forced from his job.

Nor will he face any charges.

If he does, I shall resign.

Then go ahead.

Resign.

Very well.

But it will not be just me.

I organized a vote,

and the result was unanimous.

Inspector Wellington stays,

or every man here resigns.

Detective Bailey, do you agree?

I do.

Detective Daniels?

I do. Detective Phelps?

Yep.

I'm sure you would rather avoid the embarrassing headlines of

"Police Commissioner's Son Leads Mass Revolt."

And I do not look upon it as losing a niece,

but gaining a nephew.

To the happy couple!

To the happy couple!

Ivy. Inspector, I didn't know you were coming.

Neither did I.

Is Eliza here?

William!

William.

Where have you been? I, I...

I went to Scotland Yard and to your house.

Well, in my search for you,

I've been to Mrs. Parker's party.

It's curious how even a happy occasion

can't put a smile on that woman's face.

How did you know I was here?

You're always here.

William, there's something... I want to say.

Something I should have said much sooner than this.

Oh.

What are you doing here?

What about your train?

There's been a change of plan.

The commissioner has decided

that I can keep my current position.

Well, "persuaded" might be a better term.

You're staying in London? It's a long story.

I'm more interested in what you were going to say.

What I was going to say?

Yes.

Well, you're staying now, so what does it matter?

It matters to me.

She's here!

Oh, thank goodness!

Lizzie, where have you been?

I've been worried sick!

Miss Scarlet, you really should show

more consideration.

Miss Woods had quite the fright

when she couldn't find you at the party or at home.

Don't make a fuss, Barnabus.

We found her safe and sound.

Now, what say we carry our merriment on inside?

A nightcap, perhaps?

I know where she hides the sherry.

I think you've had quite enough sherry for one night.

Maybe a parlor game of some sort?

Rather partial to charades.

You are so clever, Barnabus!

What a wonderful idea!

I love charades! Come on!

Please don't make me go through this alone.

Please say you're coming in, too.

Tell me what you were going to say and I will.

Now's not the time.

We don't want to keep Mr. Potts waiting.

I'll tell you tomorrow.

No, you won't.

No, I won't.

I hate charades.

That's because you're not very good at it.

I'm better than you.

It's not a competition, William.

Eliza, it's always a competition.