All language subtitles for Murdoch Mysteries S18E11

(church bells chiming)

(indistinct chatter)

- All right.

Seems like just yesterday,
she was taking her first steps.

- And now she runs me
off my feet.

(chuckling)

I wish I had her energy.

- Look!

Some trains.

And all these...

(Susannah giggling)

- Oh, Susannah!

(dog barking)

- No.

- Susannah!

(explosion)

(screaming)

(crowd screaming)

- Susannah!

(coughing)

- Lady! Lady! Are you awake?

(gasps)

- Susannah!
- She's fine.

She's fine.

Julia, are you all right?

(breathing heavily)

- W-What happened?

We were just walking
down the street.

- Some sort of explosion
from this building.

What are these?
They're everywhere.

- Hatpins.

I think that was a bomb
that was...

full of hatpins.

- Who would put hatpins
in a bomb?

- It's a new calling card
for the suffragettes.

Oh, Susannah.
- Okay, let me help you.

- Susannah!

Susannah.

(soft music)

- Well, at least it was empty.

That's a blessing.

Oh, wait. Julia!

- Please take Susannah.
Thank you.

(ominous music)

- Be careful.

- I'm afraid she's dead.

I know her, William.

- You do? Who is she?

- Her name is Alice Dewhurst.

I met her, once,
through a friend.

She was a suffragette.

- Well, she must be the one
who set the bomb, then.

And nearly took all of our lives
along with her own.

(theme music)

Thank you for coming
so quickly.

Please keep an eye on her.

- We'll be home soon,
sweetheart.

Thank you.

- Well, thoughts, Julia?

- Well, I remember Alice
telling me that

she admired Miss Granger,

the suffragette who died

throwing herself under
the King's horses years ago.

- Do you think Miss Dewhurst
intended to kill herself

in the explosion?

- I don't know, but it would
make her a martyr,

just like Miss Granger.

- There's something about this
that simply

doesn't make sense, Julia.

If that was
Miss Dewhurst's plan,

then why not place pamphlets,
or tell a newspaper, anything?

- Well,

setting a bomb to draw attention
to the suffragette movement

is statement enough.

- But why here?

A-And why potentially
harm innocent people?

A-And how is it that
you came to know

a woman who would
do such a thing?

- As I said,

I met her through
a friend at the hospital.

- I should have known
this was the work of you lot!

- Excuse me? Who are you?

- Mrs. Caverton,
of the Anti-Suffrage League.

Are you sure you don't
know me, madam?

- Ma'am, we have been
through quite an ordeal today.

Please move along.

- Tell the suffragettes
to leave well enough alone.

They are to blame for all this!

- Do you know that woman?

- I, I may have seen her
once or twice.

She's obviously deranged.

(siren wailing)

Over here.

- You'll send me
your post-mortem report

once it's complete?

- Of course, Inspector.

Women's Hospital.

Actually, on second thought,

take me to the corner
of Euston and Melton,

and then continue on
to the hospital.

(vehicle starts)

- Excuse me.
You shouldn't be here.

- Ah!

Uh, Detective William Murdoch,
Toronto Constabulary.

- Toronto, Canada?

You're a long way from home.
(chuckling)

- I'm visiting.
My wife, daughter and I

were caught in the explosion.

- Oh, I see. Sorry business.

- I-I believe this to be
the work of a suffragette.

- I'm ahead of you there,
Detective.

A bomb with hatpins inside

was found outside
the House of Commons

about a month ago.
Luckily, it didn't detonate.

- Were you able to arrest
the person responsible?

- No, we still haven't been able
to find out

who put the damn thing there.

Suppose it might have been
Miss Dewhurst.

Now the ladies have a martyr.

- Yes, we have people fighting
for suffrage back home,

as well, nothing this violent.

(scoffs)
- They've cut telegraph wires,

destroyed post boxes.
Two months ago,

a group of women
smashed hundreds of windows

with toffee hammers.

- There's also, um...

Fuse wire.

- Ah. Nothing strange in that.

- Yes, well, why would
Miss Dewhurst

require a long fuse

i-if she intended to die
in the explosion?

- I suppose the bomb may have
gone off before she got clear.

- I believe this was
an accident.

She, she didn't mean to die.

- Well,

forgive me if I don't
shed a tear.

I'll be needing this.

If you find out anything else,

give me a ring. Inspector Dodd.

(mysterious music)

(birds chirping)

(indistinct chatter)

- How dare you?

- Julia, what's happened to you?

- My child, my husband and I

were almost killed by a bomb!
Were you involved?

- I don't know what
you're talking about.

- Did anyone here know
that Alice

was going to set off a bomb?

- Alice? Is she all right?

- She's dead!
(women gasping)

- Oh! Well, do sit down
and have a brandy.

- No! Answer the question.

- Julia, I'm not lying to you.

I don't know anything
about Alice and a bomb!

- This is a tragedy.
- It is!

But I fail to see why you've
come in here shouting at us!

- There were hatpins
in the bomb.

- Like the one
Lucy set last month.

- You told me that was a friend
of yours. That was you?

- I only bought the one.

We made sure no one
was in the area.

It didn't even go off
in the end.

- Did you get another one made?

- No.

- This doesn't make any sense.

Alice wouldn't harm a fly.

- Well, I think she may have
begun to change her mind.

- After castigating me
for my views?

I suppose she came to understand
we need deeds, not words.

We'll never get anywhere armed
only with Christabel's

simpering poems.

- You can't advocate
harming innocent people!

- History will thank us.

- For setting off bombs
in public places?

That's monstrous!

- If you think me monstrous,
you can take your leave!

(tense music)

(indistinct chatter)

(door opens)

- Violet Hart.

You look wonderful.

- How did you find me?

- Wasn't easy.

Took a while.

But now I'm here.

And you have grown
even more beautiful

since you've been away.

- Since I ran away from you?

- Let's not argue
about the past.

I'd like to look to the future.

- We don't have
a future together.

- We can create one,

one that doesn't include

poking around dead bodies.

- I'm happy here.

This is the life that I want.

- That may be.

But I'm returning
to Cincinnati with my wife,

Mrs. Violet Newman.

(distant church bells chiming)

- Christabel.

I need to know how Alice
went from pacifism to this.

- You should go home
and have a bath.

We can talk later.

- She never even
spoke of violence.

(sighs)
And as Lavinia said,

she-she just doesn't
seem the type!

- I mean no offence, Julia,

but you barely knew her.

Alice and I were in
Holloway Prison together

twice last year.

We joined the hunger strikes
and we were force-fed.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.

- It was... brutal.

And it made Alice hard.

Frankly, I'm not surprised
she did this.

But if you think
more was going on,

there was that other trouble.

- What-what other trouble?

- Oh, I-I shouldn't say.

Only...

Alice had grown quite close
to Lavinia's husband.

- You're not suggesting
that Lavinia

could have something
to do with Alice's death?

- Even the gentlest of souls
can be pushed to extremes.

(sighs)

- What a pity.

That it should come to this.

In my constituency, no less.

(overlapping journalist chatter)

- - What do you say
to the suffragettes,

Lord Lancen?

- I say barbarity
has no home here.

Why can't these women be happy
with their role in life?

Suffrage will cleft
happy homes in twain.

You, sir.

Were you caught
in this terrible destruction?

- I was. Along with
my wife and child, yes.

- I trust they are well?

- Yes. Yes, I've just stayed
behind to examine the scene.

- What is your business here?

- I'm a police detective
back in Canada.

And I intend to uncover
precisely what happened here.

- Ah.

Good day, Mr...?

- Detective Murdoch.

- Detective.

(curious music)

(door opens)

(door closes)

- You're a sight for sore eyes.

- As are you.

Oh, you must be exhausted.

- Well, I've been more so.
Susannah?

- Sleeping. Like nothing
ever happened.

- Hm.
- Here!

- Please tell me:

Did your post-mortem examination
of Miss Dewhurst

reveal anything of interest?

- Yes.

The most significant being

that no rigor mortis
was present.

- Y-you're telling me that
she died before the explosion?

- Well before.

Someone placed her in that shop

and made it look like
she set the bomb.

- And nearly killed us
in the process.

(sighs)

- Susannah's just mad
for kedgeree.

It's made of curried fish,
rice and egg. And this...

is jellied eel.

It's a cockney dish.

It's better than it looks.

- I've afraid I don't have
much appetite

after the events of yesterday.

- Yes.

I must confess,
I feel much the same way.

Especially after my conversation
with Lucy Renshaw.

She was so blasé
about the explosion,

I'm afraid I didn't do
a very good job

of keeping my temper in check.

- Understandably so,
after what we went through.

And what did Renshaw have to say

about the death
of Miss Dewhurst?

- She expressed sympathy.

I think she might be only
too happy to claim

Alice as a martyr.

- Opportunistic.

Do you think she could have
killed Miss Dewhurst

in order to make her a martyr?

- I wouldn't put it past her.

(door creaks)

(Nanny): Hello, Susannah.
How was your breakfast?

- But I did learn something else
that might be relevant as well.

- Oh? What's that?

- There was a rumour that Alice

had close relations
with another member's husband.

- Might this other member
have access to a bomb?

- I don't know,

but I'll be speaking
with her this morning.

- I'll be speaking
with Mrs. Caverton today.

She was at the site
of the bombing.

Might be a coincidence, or--

- Might, might not.

Shall we meet for lunch
and compare notes?

- Hm.

Let's hope they don't serve eel.

(indistinct chatter)

Excuse me, young man.

- I wasn't doing anything!

- You had your hand
on that man's wallet.

No, wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait!

After the bomb went off,
you helped my wife.

I, I'd just like
to ask you a question.

- What?

- Did you see anyone

near that shop
before the explosion?

- London's a big city.

There's plenty of folk around.

- Yes, but before the bomb
went off,

did you see anyone around back,
perhaps,

coming or going,
carrying anything?

- Might have seen a driver
taking a big trunk

down from his carriage,
round the back.

- Do you think you could
find this driver?

- Of course I could.

I know everything
that goes on around here.

What will you give me?
- Uh...

Two shillings.

- I'll do it for a crown.

(playful music)

- Violet.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

- Do you have a moment?

- Of course! Sit.

Is something the matter?

- I need to tell you something,

but I'm afraid
you'll judge me harshly.

- Violet, I promise you I won't.

(door closes)

- My marriage
to Arthur Carmichael,

it wasn't exactly legal.

- What do you mean?

- Well, I wasn't able
to marry him

because I was already married.

- Y-You were?

- I told you about my father
and how I grew up.

But what I didn't tell you
was when I was 16 in Cincinnati,

I married an older man.

- How much older?

- Twenty years.

He paid for my schooling,
and he protected me,

but he drank constantly.

And in the end, he was no
different than my father.

I stayed for three years,
and then I ran away.

- Did you ask for a divorce?

- He wouldn't allow it.

But I had to leave!

I didn't think he would ever
find me but, somehow, he did.

- And he wants you back.

What does Isaiah say?

- He doesn't know.

What can I do, Effie?

- Violet, I'm sorry, but there
isn't much you can do.

- Can he make me
go back with him?

- He can charge you
with desertion.

It's tricky.

I'll have to look
into American law.

- I have to go.
- Violet. No, stay.

We can have lunch.

- Thank you, Effie.

(sniffles)

(door opens and closes)

- This is our most
popular pamphlet.

We have branches
all over England.

The electors do not want this,

and yet those women
continue to--

- Mrs. Caverton,

I'd like to ask you
about yesterday.

What were you doing
in the vicinity?

- Why? Do you really think
I had anything

to do with that business?

I would say that lady
got what she deserved,

but I won't,
as I am a Christian.

- Please answer the question.

- I was in the Reading Room
at the British Museum.

You can see my ticket,
if you like.

- So you left the museum
shortly after the explosion?

- Yes.

You can ask the librarian.

Did I answer
your question?

- Yes.

But I would like to know

why did you assume my wife
was involved in the bombing?

- 'Cause she's one of them.
I've seen her at rallies.

- Well, she may have
attended one or two.

- Oh, dear.

You really have no idea.

I've seen your wife

alongside the most
violent campaigners.

I even saw her the day those
women smashed all the windows.

- You saw her there?

- With my own eyes.

And she was holding
a toffee hammer.

(tense music)

(knocking)

(door opens)

- Julia,

I came as soon
as I got your note.

- Lavinia.

Thank you for coming.

- Haven't been able to sleep
thinking about poor Alice.

To die like that.

- Yes, well, that's what
I wanted to talk to you about.

I've heard something alarming.

Is it true...

that Alice was close
with your husband?

- Duncan?

Yes, he and Alice did get on,

share the same wicked
sense of humour.

- But were they... intimate?

- Oh, heavens, no!

Julia, can I tell you something?

Duncan and I love each other,

but not romantically.

We're both not the sort
the other prefers.

- I see.

- Alice knew and she didn't care
a jot.

She liked musical revues
far more than I did,

so she would go with Duncan.

I suppose that's what had
tongues wagging.

- Yes, I suppose it was.

Lavinia...
(sighs)

I don't believe that Alice meant
to kill herself with that bomb.

Well, in fact,
I know she didn't.

- Do you mean
it was an accident?

- I think someone killed her,

placed her at the scene,
and then set the bomb.

If you know anything about
what happened, please tell me.

- Lucy...

lied when she said
she only had one bomb made.

She paid for two. The other one,
she keeps in her shed.

I begged her to dispose of it.

(door opens)

- William, this is Lavinia--

- Pardon my abruptness,
but I need to have a word

with my wife. Immediately.

- Of course.

Goodbye, Julia.
- Thank you for coming.

- Speak again soon.
- Thank you.

What is wrong?
(Susannah crying)

(sighs)
The nanny's gone out.

I have to go.

I'll be back in a minute.

- So it's true, then?

You were smashing store windows?

- It was an orchestrated
act of civil disobedience.

I-I was going to tell you
about it,

but I knew you would
react like this!

- Julia, you have been
consorting

with some very dangerous women.

Was that one of them
that was just here?

- Lavinia is harmless.

(scoffs)
William,

I know you're angry.

I haven't been truthful
with you, and I'm, I'm sorry.

- Julia, please trust me,

as I trust that you
will no longer

have anything to do
with these women.

- There is something else.

(groans)

(sighs)
I just received

Alice's blood test results.

She died of strychnine
poisoning.

(tense music)

- Julia, I am going
to suggest something

that may surprise you.

I think we should
stop pursuing this.

(scoffs)
- William!

- Let the police here handle it.

We have one week left before
I have to return to Toronto.

We should spend
that time together

taking our daughter on outings.

- I know Alice,
and I know these women!

I just learned from Lavinia
that Lucy Renshaw

commissioned the manufacture
of two bombs.

- Two?

- She already used one
at the House of Commons

last month,
but it didn't explode.

- I can speak with
Inspector Dodd.

He seems a reasonable fellow.

- If we send in
the constabulary,

they won't be able
to find out the truth.

These women do not
trust the police!

(indistinct chatter)

Christabel, what's going on?

- Impromptu meeting.
You won't believe who's here.

- Attention, please.

- That's Lord Lancen.
I met him yesterday.

- I was contacted this morning
by someone

who wishes to help our cause.

Please welcome Lord Lancen,
Chancellor and Member

of Parliament for Westminster.

(faint applause)

- I understand
the tepid welcome.

I have supported
anti-suffrage policies

in the past, but no more.

- Lord Lancen wishes
to set up a meeting

between our group
and Prime Minister Asquith.

- Indeed.

The Prime Minister
has agreed to a meeting

at the Savoy.

Though I must stress,

as this is such
fraught territory,

this must remain
a secret for now.

- Of course. Naturally,
as de facto leader,

I think that I should
represent our cause.

- I've already spoken
to Miss Abbott,

who pleaded to act
as spokeswoman.

- Hm.
- I believe she will acquit

herself admirably.

- Oh, thank you, Lord Lancen.

(whispering): It's traitorous,
Christabel.

- Lucy Renshaw,

this is my husband,
Detective William Murdoch.

- Julia, you were not invited
to this meeting,

and your husband
certainly wasn't, either.

- I know about the second bomb
you had made, Lucy.

Was that the one
that went off yesterday?

- How dare you.

Get out of my house
and never come back.

- You are under suspicion
of murder, Miss Renshaw.

- Murder? Of whom?

- Alice didn't die in the blast.

She was poisoned beforehand.

- And you think I did it?

- We have questions.

(loud whispering): I don't give
a damn about your questions.

Now you get out
before I throw you out!

- Perhaps we could search
Miss Renshaw's property

for the second bomb.

- Well, she could've moved it.

Or someone stole it.

Or she could indeed
have used the same bomb.

- I still can't believe
you're involved

with these people, Julia.

- Well, I only just learned
that Lucy set that bomb

at the House of Commons.

- I don't want you involved
in this any longer.

I've read all about
the prison hunger strikes,

the force feedings.

- I'm trying to put
a stop to that,

working with the lawyers
on a bill

to stop the brutalities.

- While still finding time
to smash shop windows.

(Nanny): Good morning.

- All right!

Time to start your day.

- William.

An unknown assailant

threw a rock at Lord Lancen's
head late last night.

- After the secret meeting
with the suffragettes.

- Lucy Renshaw was furious

at not being
chosen representative.

Do you think that she
could have attacked him?

- Let's find out.

(indistinct chatter)

- I just have to pick up
the books.

- Well, I hope you're not
working on it tonight,

'cause I made dinner
reservations.

- Oh!

- Ah, Miss Hart,

there's a gentleman here
asking after you.

- Violet.

I thought I'd come
see your club.

It's quite a nice place
you got here.

- Please leave.

- Is that any way
to treat your husband?

Mm.

How rude. I didn't introduce
myself to your friend.

Name's John Newman,
from Cincinnati.

I'm here to bring my wife home.

- Violet, who is this man?

- I take it that you don't know
that Miss Violet Hart

is really Mrs. John Newman.

- Violet, i-is this true?

- Yes. But I can explain.

- What's to explain? Are you...
married to this man or not?

- I am.

- Well...

Goodbye.

- Can't you just leave me alone?

I will pay you back
for everything I stole from you.

Just give me a divorce. Please.

- I'll tell you what, my beauty.

I'll buy two tickets
for the overnight train,

and you go pack up your things.

- And if I refuse?

- Really?

Violet,

what choice do you have?

The law is on my side.

(car rumbling)

- Lord Lancen!
Might we have a word?

- Ah.

The Canadian detective.

- We saw you at
Miss Lucy Renshaw's

house last night.

- Let's keep that quiet,
shall we?

- You told the papers
you don't know your assailant.

Perhaps you could give us
a description?

- I'd prefer not to discuss it.

- The paper didn't mention
where you were last night,

but I could tell them.

- You women can't keep
anything to yourselves.

- I beg your pardon, sir?

- Some woman must have told
that terror, Beverly Caverton.

It was she who accosted me
just outside my home.

- Mrs. Caverton?
The anti-suffrage leader?

- Yes. She was furious
that I was at Lucy Renshaw's.

- Why did you tell the papers

that you didn't
see your assailant?

- An understanding.

I wouldn't have her arrested,

and she would tell no one
of the meeting I am arranging.

- I would've thought
that Mrs. Caverton

was against violence.

- Oh!
(chuckling)

Don't be fooled. That woman's
capable of anything.

Especially when it comes to
hindering the suffragette cause.

Excuse me.

- Lancen told you, did he?

The swine!
He flies in the face of decency

and then betrays my trust.

- Mrs. Caverton, if I may,

how is it you came to know
Lord Lancen

would be meeting with
the suffragists last night?

- Someone sent me a note.

- Unsigned.

- I think I know who wrote this.

- Hello, Mrs. Crabtree.

I'm here for the Schweitzer
case files.

- Yes. Mr. Buchanan.

Are you working
with Mr. Dufrayne?

- Yes, I just started.
Two days a week.

Now, I'm in my last year
of law school.

- Then I suppose I shall be
seeing you across the courtroom

at the defense counsel's table.

- Mrs. Crabtree,

can I ask you something?

- Of course.

- Have you spoken
with Violet lately?

- As a matter of fact,
she did come to see me, yes.

But I'd prefer to keep
our conversation confidential.

- She say anything
about a husband?

One who's still alive?

- As I said.

- Confidential. I understand.

I won't take up
any more of your time.

- Mr. Buchanan.

What I can say

is that the law is not equal
to all.

A woman cannot be the sole
petitioner for a divorce.

- Thought we knew everything
about each other.

But she lied to me.

- A woman might feel,
were she pressured

into a marriage at a young age,

that her only option
is to run away

and start her life anew.

To forget about her past,

never speak to anyone of it,
ever again.

- I have to get this
to Mr. Dufrayne.

- Of course.

- Good day, Mrs. Crabtree.

- Good day.

(birds chirping)

- Don't even try to deny it.
I know it's your handwriting.

Why tell Mrs. Caverton
about the meeting?

- It was a moment of anger.

I wanted to meet with Asquith.

Christabel is too weak-willed.

- She's a smart woman
who believes in pacifism,

unlike you, who wants to use
violence to achieve our aim!

- This is about Alice's death,
isn't it?

- Of course it is!
What happened?

Did Alice find out
about this second bomb

and threaten
to go to the police?

- No, of course not.

Look, we did argue
about the bombs,

and she said
she would leave the group.

But I wouldn't hurt her!

- Care to explain this?
- What is it?

- It's strychnine,
the same poison

used to kill Alice Dewhurst.

How did it come to be
in your possession?

- That's not mine.

Look, I hold meetings here
all the time.

Anyone might have
left that here.

- But along with the bomb,
you had both means and motive.

- Yes, there was another bomb.

But when you came to tell me
about the explosion,

I checked the shed.
And it was gone!

- You think someone stole it?

- Why should we believe you?

You could have killed
Miss Dewhurst the day before

the bombing,
and then set the scene

to make it appear as though
she died in the blast.

- She died the day before?

- Yes.
- Three days ago.

- Well, I was in Brighton
the entire day.

You can ask my cousin,
or my maid. She rode with me.

- We will verify your alibi.

- So did anyone else know
about the bomb in the shed?

- Everyone in our inner circle.

Alice, Christabel,
Irene, Pearl, Lavinia.

- Whether or not this is true,

Inspector Dodd
at the constabulary

needs to know about these bombs.

- You can't let him do that.

They'll throw me in prison.

- Even if you were in Brighton
when she died,

that was your bomb!

- Yes, but nobody was supposed
to be hurt by them.

- I've been fighting
for the right to vote for years,

but violence cannot
be the answer!

- Julia, look, you are upset

because your child was almost
hurt in the explosion,

but you have to look
at the bigger picture!

There will be no change
without drastic action!

(tense music)

(train dinging)

(overlapping chatter)

- What is it going to take
for you to leave town?

- - Oh, I plan on leaving.

Tonight, in fact.

And I'm taking you with me.

- I'm not going anywhere
with you.

- What do you think
your employers,

or that man who I saw you with,

will say when I tell 'em
about you?

- That I was young and desperate
to leave home.

Anyone would have sympathy
for that.

- What about plotting
to kill your father?

Or burying poor Mr. Carmichael
in the yard?

- How do you know so much
about me? How did you find me?

- Took a while.
But I have my ways.

- It was my father, wasn't it?

He told you where I was
and everything that happened

between us. Well, did he
tell you that he shot me?

- He still loves you, Violet.

Like I do.

The train leaves
at ten o'clock.

I'll be at your house at nine.
- My house?

How do you...?
- Know where you live?

It's not important.

See you tonight.

- Did you confirm Lucy's alibi?

- Her maid did confirm
that they were in Brighton.

They still had their
ticket stubs.

(sighs)
- Then who put the strychnine

in Lucy's medicine cabinet?

- Someone trying to frame her,
someone close to her.

- Psst.

- You ran off before
I could give you my address.

Wasn't sure I'd see you again.

- I know where you're staying.

I already told you, I know
everything around here.

- Hm. And the driver?

The one you saw around
the back of the shop

carrying the heavy trunk?

- I might have seen him.
But I might have not.

He keeps his horses
at the stable yard

over on Little Russell Street.

Name's Charlie Lessing.

- I take a lot of folk places.

- You carried a trunk
into the back of an empty shop

off the Richling Road
two days ago.

- A shop that had
an explosion shortly after.

- I do remember a heavy trunk.
Did me back in.

It was for a lady.
I had to carry it all myself.

- Can you describe this lady?

(exhales deeply)

- No.

But she did leave this behind.

I would have returned it to her,
but she was well away.

- Some...

sketches.

Lines, bits of poetry.

- This says something
about Holloway Prison.

This is Christabel's notebook.

- She brought Alice's
body to the shop?

- She knew about the bomb.

- Why would she kill Alice?

You said the two of them
were friends.

- Christabel told me

that prison had made Alice
hard-hearted.

But now I'm thinking that she
was talking about herself.

Perhaps they fought,
and Christabel killed her.

- Christabel is meeting
with the Prime Minister today.

Mr. Lessing!

Quickly!

We need a ride
to the Savoy Hotel.

As quickly as you can.

(suspenseful music)

- Thank you.

(door opens)
(aide): Sir! Sir!

You're not allowed--
- Stop! Don't drink that.

- What is the meaning of this?

- Mr. Prime Minister, sir,

we believe this woman
has come here today

to make an attempt on your life.

- There might be strychnine
in that tea.

- No! No!
- Ah!

You've ruined everything!

Why did you have to pry?
Why couldn't you let me be?

(Dodd): Get out of my way!
- And let you kill again?

I think not.
(aide): Sir!

- What are you doing here?

- We're attempting
to conduct an arrest.

- An arrest? Why?

(Julia): She was the one who set
the bomb in Bloomsbury.

- - If this is true,

you've got a long prison
sentence ahead of you.

(scoffs)
- I've nothing ahead of me.

- What does that mean?

- I've only a short while
left to live.

The force feedings in prison
made sure of that.

- Is that why you tried
to kill the Prime Minister?

- I told Alice,
and she was horrified.

She told me she would
go to the police.

I wasn't the one
who wanted her dead.

But it was my idea
to steal Lucy's bomb

to cover up her murder
and to blast our message home.

- Wh-what do you mean

you weren't the one
who wanted her dead?

- Read the letters in my desk
at home. They tell it all.

(Dodd): Let's go.

(tense music)

- Isaiah. What are you--?

- I came to apologize.

- You should leave.

You're better off without me.

- No, I'm not.

We haven't said our vows yet,
but...

but we will.

For better or for worse.

- It's impossible.

- I'll talk to this man.
He'll see sense.

- He won't. I've tried.

He's insisting that
I go back with him.

- Where is he now?

- Why?

- Where is he?

(indistinct chatter)

(church bells chiming)

- Lord Lancen?

- Yes? What is it, man?
I'm late.

- You've heard about the meeting
between Prime Minister Asquith

and Miss Abbott?

- Shocking. Still,

HH came out all right. Luckily.

- Oh, luck had nothing
to do with it.

It was all thanks
to these two from Canada.

- We have the letters,
Lord Lancen.

Between yourself
and Miss Abbott.

- Christabel wrote to you
that she was passionate

about her cause
and hungry for violence.

- So, together, you made a plan

to assassinate
the prime minister.

(scoffs)
- I did no such thing.

- But she confided
in Miss Dewhurst,

and Miss Dewhurst threatened
to go to the authorities.

So you poisoned her

and planted the strychnine
in Lucy Renshaw's home.

- Christabel set the bomb
with Alice's body,

but we know
it was you behind it all.

- You're both mad.

- It's all here in the letters.

The jig is up.

You're under arrest, Lancen.

- Damn you all.

Damn that Miss Abbott.

- There's just one more thing.

Did you really think
that killing the prime minister

would advance women's suffrage?

- Don't be a fool.
I did it for myself.

I don't care a jot
for those damn suffragettes.

(ominous music)

- Wh... What do you think
you're doing?

- Freeing Violet Hart.
That's what I'm doing.

(breathing heavily)

- Violet is my wife
and she's coming home with me.

- She's not going
anywhere with you.

Sign this.

- What is it?
- A petition for divorce.

- I will not.
- Oh, you will.

Or this will be
the last thing you don't do.

(tense music)

Now go.

And don't come back.

- Isaiah, that was fierce.

(chuckling)

- Just doing what I had to do
to protect my girl.

Drinks on me
for the next two weeks.

(all chuckling)

- No. Are they--?

- Susannah loves scones
almost as much as you do.

(Murdoch laughs)
- Oh. Thank you.

(Julia giggles)

Mm. Mm. Mm-mm-mm.

- Lord Lancen will be tried
for the murder of Miss Dewhurst.

(sighs)

They're calling it
a crime of passion.

- That's false.

- There's no mention
of an assassination attempt.

I suppose the government
wants to cover that up.

- Any mention
of Miss Abbott's involvement?

- No.

I'm not sure if this business

is going to help or harm
the suffragette movement.

- Julia, I do hope you intend

to steer clear
of any more violence.

- Yes, I will. I promise.

And I'm well aware
that Susannah and I

only have a few more
days with you before you leave.

- Indeed.

- If I've learned anything
from rainy old London,

it's that when you have the sun,

you make the most of it.
- Well said.

And I am going
to miss you both terribly.

I hope you'll be
coming back home soon.

- Yes, I will.

Promise.
(chuckling)

For now, let's enjoy today.

(soft music)

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