-Once again, I'm most grateful
you've given me your precious time so that I may explain
a little more about my profession
and how it may interest the ladies of your group.
-It is not a group, Miss Scarle.
Group is a noun that conveys neither the purpose
nor the quality of our membersh.
We are a cultural society.
The Bloomsbury Ladies Cultural Society.
-Duly noted, Mrs. Parker.
As I was saying,
I would like to give a lecture to your cultural society
revealing the fascinating world of the private detective,
brought to life with stories from my own case book.
[clock ticks]
My intention is to inspire you ladies.
I don't wish to sound boastful,
but I am the only female detective in London.
-Which is no doubt the reason for the calibre of your clients.
-The calibre of my clients?
-It is our understanding that you are engaged
by the desperate and impoverishd
who cannot afford to hire your male counterparts.
-I can assure you I've had many clients
who are neither of those things.
-Perhaps not, but I would wager that those clients had cases
that were deemed too lowly to be taken on elsewhere.
-You are suggesting I'm regarded as somehow second rate.
-I'm merely pointing out that if we endorse you,
it may have implications for the reputation at the society.
[plucky music]
-I completely understand Mrs. P.
Once a reputation is lost, it's so very hard to get back.
Which is why you can rest assured, Mrs. Forbes,
that I will revealed to no one
the real reason your son left the Navy.
-How dare you!
-And you have my word, Mrs. Woo,
that it will not be from me that others hear
of your late husband's gambling debts,
which are, I believe, only exceeded by the money
he owed to the brothels of Canning Town.
[women gasp]
[door opens]
-So?
How did it go?
[door slams]
[theme music]
[man snoring]
[bells ringing] [mysterious music]
-Where is he?
This goes no further.
Understood? -Understood.
[water dripping]
-Fitzroy.
Get up.
I said get up!
Look at the state of you, man.
[water splashes]
[Fitzroy gasping]
Look at me. Fitzroy, look at me.
How many fingers?
-Four.
No, it's three. It's three. It's three.
-Is that a guess?
-No.
I want you to listen carefully, Detective Fitzroy.
I don't give a damn what you do in your private life,
but when you're on duty, you turn up on time
in a fit state to work.
Now, I have been ordered to turu
into a competent detective and, God help me,
you will toe the line and do as you're told.
Is that understood?
Good.
Clean yourself up, man.
[cell clanks]
-I could tell them until I was blue in the face
that I'm hired on merit,
but would it make a difference?
Of course not.
Yes, I have taken on a few cases
which are not paying the full going rate,
but to suggest that it's because I'm a woman
and somehow desperate is simply not true.
Is it, Hattie?
-Absolutely not true at all.
Although-
-Although?
-Although perhaps you should not have upset
my aunt like that.
You do not want to make an enemy of her.
-I've suffered your aunt's wrath before
and lived to tell the tale.
-Yes, but this is different.
You embarrassed her in front of her ladies
at the cultural society.
Her very best friends.
-I suppose it's nice to hear that she actually likes somebod.
-Oh no, she loathes them.
But you must be on your guard, .
My aunt does have friends in high places
and mark my words, she will seek revenge.
[mischievous music]
-Do any of these friends in high places wear top hats?
[door opens]
-I do not know a Mrs. Parker.
I have come to see you on my own volition.
-Oh, well in that case,
how may I help you, Mr. Swab?
-I am a partner at Swab and Dur.
An insurance firm based in Holb.
We provide cover for the lives and properties
of our clients, protecting them
from all these slings and arrows that life may throw.
In return for a monthly fee,
they receive an insurance policy, which means-
-I believe I understand
how the insurance industry works, Mr. Swab.
What is it I can do for you?
-Last night, an item of considerable value
was stolen from one of our policy holders.
A sketch of the Ascalafa Orderata or black witch moth
drawn from life on the Galapagos Islands in 1835.
-During Darwin's voyage.
-Most of the Galapagos sketches
were drawn by the expedition's artists, Conrad Martens,
but this was by Charles Darwin himself.
As you can imagine, the value of his artwork
has soared since his death earlier this year.
And as such, we are facing a significant payout.
-Just to be clear, I will be charging the full going rate.
-I would expect nothing less.
[mischievous music]
-Good.
So, tell me, Mr. Swab,
where was this sketch stolen?
[carriages rumble]
-So there's no sign of forced e,
and no other exhibits stolen.
Whoever did this knew what they were looking for,
but why go to the bother to take the sketch
out of the frame?
What does this tell you?
When I ask a question,
I expect an answer, Detective Fitzroy.
-Yes, Sir, um...
-You must learn to analyse a cre
and that involves more than just taking notes.
Start using your initiative, ma?
-The fact that they didn't takee
means they had time.
There was no panic to snatch and grab, Sir.
-Good.
What was it called again?
The Moth?
-Ascalafa Orderata.
Found in Central and South Amer.
It's believed by some native cus
to be a harbinger of death and destruction.
-Miss Scarlet.
-Inspector Wellington.
-I take it this isn't a coincid.
-I've been hired by the insurany
to investigate the theft of the Darwin sketch.
-And what do they think I'm doi?
-This may come as a surprise, Inspector Wellington,
but myself and my client did not discuss you.
-We're done here.
We have other lines of inquiry to pursue.
-Such as?
-Am I to understand that you're asking for my help already?
-I'm merely making polite conversation. -[s]
-[scoffs]
-Although, given the circumstan,
I can see how that can be misconstrued.
After all we are in competition, are we not?
[mischievous music]
The owner of the museum is Hannah Garret.
Where would I find her?
-Is this another request for hep
or are we still making polite conversation?
Detective Fitzroy.
-Sir, are you and her-
-No. And your handwriting's illegibl.
[mysterious music]
-I'm afraid we are closed for the day.
We'll reopen in the morning.
-Miss Garret?
-Yes.
-My name is Miss Scarlet.
I'm here on behalf of your insu.
It's standard practice for an insurance company
to carry out their own investig.
-And they sent a woman?
-Meaning?
-You would be better placed to gain my trust.
Do they really suspect me of stealing the sketch myself?
-I was sent, Miss Garret, for no other reason
than I'm good at my job.
As I'm sure are you. [mysterious music]
-I am sorry if I was rude.
I run the museum on my own
and it is an all-consuming vent.
It can make me tired and somewhat cynical.
-So, tell me about the theft.
-It happened overnight.
There was no sign of a break-in,
nothing else was taken.
Whoever stole it, knew the truth of the matter.
That the sketch was the only thing of real value here.
-And how did you come to own the Darwin sketch?
-I attended a lecture he gave
at the Royal Institution a few years ago.
I asked him a question on the inherited characteristics
of the black witch moth.
He was so modest, he admitted that he did not know.
But two weeks later, a package arrived
with a letter answering my quesn
and the sketch he'd drawn on the Galapagos.
Thomas was furious.
-Thomas?
-My husband, Thomas Dashwood.
-The naturalist?
He has an impressive reputation.
[mysterious music] -Mm.
He used to encourage my passion for science,
but as my knowledge grew, so did his displeasure.
He wanted a pupil, not a partne.
When I set up the museum, he resented me for it.
-Erm, but you go by your maiden name of Garret?
You're divorced.
-Separated.
I would divorce, but the cost,
both financial and otherwise,
let's just say it is a high price to pay.
-So where will I find your husb?
[papers rustling]
-Careful with that!
Just one of those is worth more than your yearly wage.
-Sorry, Sir. There's a lady here.
-Mr. Dashwood.
My name's Eliza Scarlet.
-Whoever you are, it is customary to wait
until invited in.
-Sorry, Sir.
-How many times have I told you
that maid must be dismissed.
-Many times.
-Forgive the intrusion, Mr. Dashwood,
but I hoped you might have a spare moment to talk.
-[laughs] I most certainly do n.
I'm giving a lecture at the Royal Institution.
And yet again, I'm behind sched.
Take those out to the carriage.
[man sighs]
-It concerns your wife.
I'm attempting to recover the Darwin sketch that was taken.
-The sole intention of that womn is to humiliate and antagonise .
I've already spoken to the polie
and will not explain myself to ,
whoever the hell you are.
-Mr. Dash- -If you want to speak to me
about my wife, get yourself a l.
You saw yourself in,
you can see yourself out.
-I would say he's not normally like this,
but that would be a lie.
Who are you exactly?
-I'm a private investigator.
-So, you're good with clues!
Ostentatiously lofty in style.
Begins with the letter B.
A word puzzle.
Makes the day go faster.
That and a bottle of Schnapps.
[laughs roughly] [coughs]
-Can I get you something?
- Urgh, a new pair of lungs.
[continues coughing]
Thank you. Thank you.
Oh, please sit.
[match lights]
Usually I receive a look of disdain when I light my pipe.
Never quite sure whether it is the fact
that I am a lady and smoking
or that I am an unwell lady and smoking.
Or, it could be just that I'm G!
I've lived here for 50 years,
yet still treated like a foreig.
-I would wager it's all three of those things.
-Hm.
A female private detective.
Now that is a puzzle.
-Well, I've been employed by the insurance company
to investigate Miss Garret's Darwin's sketch.
-Last I heard, my daughter-in-ls name was still Dashwood.
But if you wish to deal with my,
you will have to have more assertiveness
than that, young lady.
He is...
-Bombastic.
-I beg your pardon?
-Ostentatiously lofty in style.
Bombastic.
-Bombastic! Yes!
It is a good job you are here, Miss Scarlet.
You finish it.
My son does not approve of my penchant for wordplay.
I believe I shall take a nap.
Thank you.
I will have my maid see you out.
[coughing]
[adventurous music]
[street sounds]
-Sorry.
Excuse me.
Hattie.
What on earth is going on?
-I have no idea.
I just popped in to say hello
and I found them waiting outsid.
They keep saying they found it, they found it.
-They found what?
[people chattering]
-They're all fakes.
-You don't say.
-[laughs]
-And why were they sent to your office?
-The advert on the bottom of page five.
-'Stolen: sketch of the black witch moth
by Mr. Charles Darwin.
A reward of 1,000 pounds is offered for a safe return
to Miss Eliza Scarlet of 43 Ebery Lane London.'
-It wasn't me who placed it.
-The sketch is worth 500 pounds,
yet this offer's twice the amou.
Unless of course Miss Garret
had a sentimental attachment to.
Perhaps it was her that placed the advert.
-I doubt she has that kind of m.
And even if she did,
why I use my address and not the museums?
She's not my client, the insurance company are.
-Which is curious in itself.
-What is?
-That the insurance company would hire you.
Must be a reason.
-Because I'm good at my job.
That's the reason.
-All I meant is that they may suspect Miss Garret,
and they hired a woman to gain her trust.
Where are you going?
-I'm coming with you.
-Where am I going?
-To reception.
I sent a message to someone we need to question.
He should have arrived by now.
-Eliza, do I need to remind you
that this is my place of work, not yours?
Who is it anyway?
-A journalist at the Illustrated Police News.
Basil Sinclaire.
-Please God, not him.
-The advertisement was placed anonymously.
We received a letter containing only the wording
and the required date of public.
-When was this?
-Yesterday in the evening post, a little before six o'clock.
As chief correspondent, my editor, Mr. Smythe, came to me.
"Basil," he said, "no one knows more of Mr. Darwin
and the natural sciences than y.
You must help the police in their hour of need."
-So, the advert was placed before the robbery happened?
-My heart soars at the prospect of our esteemed publication
being centre stage of such an intriguing mystery.
-It's not a mystery, Mr. Sincla.
It is a theft.
There will be a perfectly rational explanation to all of .
-Stolen artwork from the great Charles Darwin himself,
Scotland Yard forced yet again
to turn to the lady detective.
-Miss Scarlet's not working for Scotland Yard.
-I've been hired by the insurance company
who wish to carry out their own investigation.
-My dear Miss Scarlet, I fear you may have proved my point.
Is it not precisely due to a lack of faith in the police
that you were hired in the first place?
I am something of an expert
in the workings of the insurance industry.
-Mr. Sinclaire, you must be an incredibly busy man
given your expertise in so many fields.
[door opens]
-As requested, Sir.
I've been perusing previous fraud cases.
I secured an address for that art dealer.
-Art dealer, you say?
-And who might that be?
[inquisitive music]
-Let me ask you a question
and I want you to think very carefully before you answer.
Are you trying to make my life difficult?
-Sir?
-Never share your findings in front of anyone else but me.
Think before you speak.
In fact, better still, don't spl
unless I explicitly tell you to.
You're looking rather warm, Det.
Are you unwell?
-No, Sir.
Perhaps it's the clement weather we're enjoying at present.
-Take my advice, Detective Fitz.
If you wish to fit in here stop using words like clement.
-Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.
-Stop apologising every five mi!
Alert my cab that I'll be going to Bethnal Green.
[door opens]
[door closes]
-Miss Scarlet.
-Detective Fitzroy.
-Well, get to it, man!
-May I offer you some constructive criticism?
-No.
[mischievous music]
-At times your manner could be a little more approachable.
Particularly with those who are your subordinate.
That nice young man looks like he could do
with the occasional well done.
-Have you ever been anyone's sur apart from your housemaid's?
-No, but-
-Well, please keep your constructive criticism to yours.
[door opens]
[door slams]
[door opens]
[door closes]
-This dealer you're going to se,
I'm assuming he's connected to the black market somehow?
Perhaps someone with previous convictions
for trading in stolen art.
Good, I'm right.
There's no expression you posses
that I cannot read.
William, I know we're in compet,
but when all is said and done, we are on the same side.
The side of the law.
-We're on the same side when it suits you
and I don't trust you when you sound so noble.
-Whoever placed this advert
knew exactly when the sketch was going to be stolen.
I'd like to go back to the musem
and speak to Miss Garret again
and I suspect you would too.
We'd save ourselves time if we shared our resources.
You speak to this dealer, I'll go to the museum,
and we'll meet up later to share our findings.
-No.
-Very well.
Then perhaps I'll team up with our journalist friend
and share my observations with .
And not just about the case, but wider stories too,
like the time you were drunk ony
and lost your warrant card.
-How the hell do you find these things out?
-People speak to me.
It's my woman-approachable mann.
[jaunty music]
-Fine.
[door opens]
[carriages clacking]
-[MRS GARRET] You're being ridiculous!
Why would I do such a thing?
-[MR DASHWOOD] To claim the mony
from the insurance and prop up your failing business!
-[MRS GARRET] It is not failing!
-There are leaks in the roof, paint peeling from the walls,
and exhibits falling to pieces!
You cannot afford to run this p,
but you're too stubborn to sell.
I will expose you for what you .
A thief. [bang]
-Get out!
Now!
[carriages clacking]
[door closes] [suspenseful music]
[men shouting] [piano music]
[people chattering] [door closes]
[bell rings]
-I deal in legitimate works of t
sold with full provenance.
In fact, Inspector, I am insultd that you would even ask.
-My apologies, Mr. Gibson.
I assumed that a man with twelve convictions
for handling stolen goods and three for fraud
might be the right person to talk to.
-[laughs]That was all in my pas.
I'm a changed man.
-Your last conviction was six weeks ago.
So perhaps you can think back through the mists of time
to your criminal past and come up some names
for me to talk to.
-There's no one I can think of [laughs].
-All of these things are, uh,
what was your phrase?
Legitimate works of art with full provenance?
-They are.
-Well, in that case I shall have to check that is so.
You have to be kept in custody in the meantime.
-Now I think about it there is one person comes to mind.
-I thought there might be.
-Yeah, now, this is the man you.
He deals in specialist works of,
like the one that was stolen.
But I don't know his real name.
That's what they call him.
-The Count?
[cheerful piano music] [people chattering]
[suspenseful music]
[people whispering indistinctly]
[gun cocks] [dangerous music]
-Why are you following me?
-I wasn't following you.
I lost my way.
-You were watching me in the ta.
Now.
[gun cocks]
Tell me who you are or I will shoot you in your hea.
-No, you will not.
-Why is that then?
-Because there's a police officer standing behind you.
-Do you think I'm an idiot?
[gun cocks]
-Yes, since you ask.
[people laughing]
-Was Miss Garret trying to sell you the Darwin sketch?
-I know nothing of this sketch you speak of.
But I suggest you tread very carefully.
-And why is that exactly?
-Because I'm a Buzansky.
My family is one of the oldest dynasties
in Hungarian nobility.
-Am I supposed to be impressed?
-I'm merely warning you that I have influential friends.
-I suggest you answer the quest.
Or Inspector Wellington here will take your leg
and use it for firewood.
-No, Miss Garret was not selling, she was trying to buy.
But I told her I did not have i.
-That conversation seemed to take an awfully long time.
-That is because she did not believe me at first.
She thought I was bargaining.
She had no money to offer, only a few exhibits
from the museum, worthless mostly.
The woman is desperate.
So, I told her if I heard anything, I will let her know.
-And have you heard anything?
-Not a word.
-Getting rather chilly in here,
wouldn't you agree, Miss Scarle?
-Mm.
-I think perhaps the fire might need a little help.
[the Count scoffs]
-Very well.
I have heard one or two things.
-About Miss Garret?
-About her husband.
They say he pays extremely well.
No questions asked.
You want to find that sketch?
I know where I would be looking.
[door opens]
-I'll go to a Magistrate first g
and get a warrant to search Dashwood's house.
-Good. I'll meet you there.
-The man's difficult enough without any added irritation.
-Oh, so I'm an irritation now, ?
-I merely meant it is better to keep things simple.
You'll wait for me to contact you with an update
on how the search went.
And that is my final word on the matter.
Final word.
If I find the sketch, then I will make sure
that your employees know your part in the investigation
and you still receive your fee,
unless this is more about your .
-Do you really wish to talk about ego?
-Sir, there's a Dutch gentleman,
a Mr. Loman waiting for you in your office.
He'd like to discuss the Darwin.
[door opens]
-Mr. Loman.
-From Loman and Holst,
the company who insured the stolen picture.
-No, the insurance firm is Swab and Durstin.
Here.
See, I was visited by one of the partners.
-I have never heard of such com.
-Describe the man you met.
-Small in stature, Welsh accent, top hat,
and he had a slight birthmark on his forehead.
-Whoever he is, he does not work for my company.
-Well, if you didn't hire me then who did?
[mischievous music]
[people chattering]
-Why would this man give you a d for a business that does not ex?
It does not make any sense.
-Hattie, it's always nice to se,
but you really cannot keep popping in like this.
I'm extremely busy, so-
-It's a very nice card to boot.
The velvet texture, the subtle but bold embossing.
My father was in the ink busines
and there is nothing that comes close to my passion
than a well-chosen font.
-Oh, well then, perhaps you can help me.
I need to find out who ordered these cards.
[playful music]
Hattie?
-You want me to help you?
You mean like an assistant?
-Yes, if you like.
-I will take you to every stationers in town, Eliza,
and on the way I shall explain the twelve types of calligraphy!
-I can hardly wait.
[horse whinnies] [door knocks]
-Well, what's the matter with h?
-Sir.
-What is it now?
What the hell is this?
-We have a warrant to search these premises, Sir.
My mother is extremely ill
and you come marching into-
-We were let in by your maid.
-I have said all I have to say on this matter.
You have no just cause to be he!
-Mr. Dashwood, I would request that you control your temper, S.
[thump]
Christ.
Fitzroy.
Fitzroy!
-What on earth is going on here?
[sighs]
[door opens]
-Ah, Wellington. [door closes]
How are we?
-Fine, thank you, Sir.
-How's young Fitzroy getting on?
-Actually, Sir, he's uh-
[clears throat]
he's doing very well.
-Glad to hear it.
The commissioner asked me to check in on him.
Is he around?
-Not at the moment, Sir.
He is out assisting me on the Darwin investigation.
-You're happy with his progress?
-He still has a lot to learn, but yes.
Overall good progress.
-Good.
Glad to hear it.
I'll let his father know. Keep up the good work.
-I am acting as consultant
to Miss Scarlet's extremely important investigation
given my considerable expertise
in the business of stationery.
I do not boast when I say
that I have an encyclopaedic kne
of embossing, calligraphy, kern,
and the jewel in the crown of any calling card, the font!
My particular favourite- -Miss Parker.
Was this card made on these pre?
-One moment please.
-Hattie, may I ask you to be more economical
with your conversation?
-Economical?
-Keep quiet.
-We sold a book last week.
-Do you remember who to?
-Mr. Reginald Booth.
[horses whinnying] [jaunty music]
[keys jangling]
[door opens]
[door closes]
-Inspector Wellington,
I understand you wish to speak with me.
-I am here on behalf of my clients, the Dashwood family.
I am their legal counsel, and as such,
Mr. Thomas Dashwood has asked me to relay
the sad news of the passing of his mother.
-My condolences.
-Mrs. Dashwood has been ill for some time,
so it is not completely unexpec,
but still, a terrible blow to her son.
-Hmm.
-As you can imagine, he is stricken with grief
and requests that you desist
from harassing him any further.
-Does he now?
-Furthermore, he has asked me to point out
that he is a man of wealth
who could fund the most thorough of legal challenges.
So, I would advise that any future communications
come directly through myself.
I bid you a good day, Sir.
-Is that a Welsh accent I detect, Mr. Booth?
-I fail to see the relevance.
-And is it not customary to remove one's hat when indoors?
-I am a busy man with many other appointments
to attend, Inspector.
-You offend me, Sir.
Kindly take it off.
[intense music]
-This is quite ridiculous.
My cab is waiting outside.
-Either you take off your hat or I'll take it off for you.
Hmm.
I believe you know an associate of mine.
Miss Scarlet?
[dogs barking]
[door closes]
[horse snorts]
[horse whinnies]
[clock chimes]
[footsteps sound]
[suspenseful music]
[wings fluttering]
[keys jangling]
-Well, it seems you are who you claim to be.
Mr. Reginald Booth, a solicitor of 28 Westerly Row.
So, tell me why you were impersonating a Mr. Swab
who works for a bogus insurance?
-I deny any such accusation.
And furthermore would ask if I am under arrest?
If so, you have failed to menti.
-You're free to go anytime, Mr. Booth,
just as I am free to go to the Law Society
and report you for fraud.
-I have worked for the Dashwood family for some years.
At first for Mr. Dashwood's late father.
Then latterly for Mr. Dashwood himself.
I am paid for my diligence and compliance.
-You mean to do what you're tol?
-I do my best for my clients, y.
-And what interest did Thomas Dashwood have
in Miss Scarlet?
-It was not Thomas Dashwood who told me to visit her.
[quiet suspenseful music]
[footsteps creaking]
-The Temple of Karnak...
[horse whinnying]
-So old Mrs. Dashwood was an intrepid explorer?
-But very much left out of the history books.
I've done some research and there's no mention
of her among the otherwise male archaeology team.
-The lawyer said when her family married her off
to a rich, much older English h,
he insisted that she stay at hoe
and behave more appropriately.
I can see why she liked you.
Then when her husband died,
she hoped to rekindle her passin
for the natural sciences.
But her son was a chip off the old block.
He didn't want her tainting his own career.
-Something that he tried to inflict on his wife too.
-If Mrs. Dashwood is the one
that got that journalist Sinclaire involved,
then she clearly wanted to create a story.
But as yet I can't quite work out her plan.
-It's a puzzle.
-Ah, it certainly is.
-No, I mean there's a puzzle.
The discovery of the Karnak Kint
was famous for the race to find.
It involved deciphering maps, hieroglyphic riddles.
How Mrs. Dashwood loved a riddl.
When I met her, she was trying to complete a word game.
I helped her with a clue.
-Maybe the enigmatic Mrs. Dashwood died
before her puzzle came to fruit.
It's late.
We should pick this up in the m.
I'll see you home.
-A seven letter puzzle.
-Anagram.
[jaunty music]
-Exactly.
I think I know where the Darwin sketch is.
[horses trotting]
Am I right in thinking your mother-in-law
was fond of you, Miss Garret?
-She was the only one in that fy
who ever treated me with kindne.
She came here many times
much to the annoyance of her so.
-Is it possible that on one of those visits,
she could have taken a spare set of keys?
Perhaps copied them and replaced them?
-Are you suggesting that it was my mother-in-law
who had stolen from me?
-We are, but with a good intent.
-I trust this is not a tale of kindness.
I know better than most about the goodness of human nature
from my own philanthropic works.
However, a story of solidarity and compassion
is rather a difficult sell.
-Well, if you could just give Miss Scarlet
a moment to explain, Mr. Sincla.
-Mrs. Dashwood's lawyer hired me
using the name of a bogus insurance company.
-Swab and Durstin.
-Mrs. Dashwood had a fondness for translation and wordplay.
The name Swab and Dustin is an anagram for Darwin's bust.
[playful music]
[Sinclaire gasps] [bust smashes]
[Miss Garret gasps]
-My cup runneth over.
-Mrs. Dashwood hoped this story
would generate publicity for the museum
to bring in the crowds for you.
-It's a story of a woman trying to make it in a man's wo.
A female detective investigating her along the way,
and a cunning trail laid by a brilliant lady
who wasn't allowed to be brilliant in life.
-Your mother-in-law wanted to help you, Miss Garret.
-I do not know what to say.
Tut, tut, tut.
-You need find no words, Miss Garret,
for Basil Sinclaire shall find them for you.
-Thank you.
-It's my pleasure.
[horses trotting]
-When the story's published, [door closes]
Miss Garret will find business booming.
They'll be queuing out the door.
-Much to her husband's dismay.
Oh, William, I hate to admit it but you were right.
-[chuckles] Was I?
How so?
-You said it was curious that the insurance company
would have hired me.
-Come on, let us not dwell on what I have or have not said.
It never ends well.
-I'm merely pointing out that what you said was true.
It was only because I'm a woman that I got the case.
-So?
-So, I want to be hired for being good at what I do,
not because I wear a bonnet.
-Eliza, there is no escaping that you are a woman
just like there is no escaping that I'm a man.
I'm also Scottish, young enough to say
that I'm still only 30, old enough to know better,
and these are all things
that I use to my advantage when it suits.
-How do you use being Scottish to your advantage?
-Well, there's nothing like a drunken Scot
to deceive an over confident idiot at the poker table.
Especially a Glaswegian who apparently can't hold his wine.
[Miss Scarlet laughs]
-What I'm trying to say is use what you have
to your advantage, just like anyone else does,
man or woman.
It's no more complex than that.
So do not make it so.
Right. I must leave.
I don't want to be stuck with Mr. Sinclaire.
There is something in his manner
that gives me the urge to punch.
[Miss Scarlet laughs]
-Inspector, might I trouble you
for a ride back to the office?
And on the way I can regale you
with my retelling of this rather delicious story.
[door slams]
[door opens] [soft music]
-I spoke with your doctor.
He said you'll be fine.
He also said you were lucky.
Your heart rate was dangerously erratic.
That could kill you if it happens again.
I didn't tell him my suspicions
as to what might have caused it.
-Collapsing in front of a suspect was unforgivable, Sir.
I assume you are going to inform Superintendent Monro
of my behaviour.
-And why would I do that exactly, huh?
Anything that you do, it is me who has to answer for it.
It's me whose head is on the bl.
-In his quest to make something of his son,
my father has sought help in a long line of institutions.
Among them, his old boarding sc,
and then his beloved Sandhurst
and even a short spell in the N.
-And how did they fare?
-I was relentlessly bullied
and they only served to cement my father's opinion
that I am an embarrassment to our family.
-And the police force is, unfortunately for me,
his last hope?
-It is a burden indeed to know
that your own father despises y.
And the opium has gone some way
in providing me with some relie.
-All I had growing up was a daily beating in the workhouse.
We all have our scars, Fitzroy.
If it's sympathy you're after, don't look to me.
-Of all the men whose command I've been under,
you are the most decent man of all of them.
And that is why I will do whatever it takes
to make you proud of me, Sir.
-So, what do you suggest?
-Put me on administration duty,.
I'd be good at that.
I'm extremely organised.
I know I can be a decent detect.
I just need some time to learn the basics.
-Well, that's a decision then.
You come in on time, ready to w,
and we'll take it from there.
-Thank you, Sir.
I will not let you down.
-There's one more thing, Detect.
-Yes, Sir?
-Get a bloody haircut.
-Consider it done, Sir.
[children laughing]
[carriages rumbling]
-Miss Scarlet!
-Mrs. Parker.
What a nice surprise.
-Never have I been so humiliated in front of my ladie.
What you did was unforgivable.
-And I'm sorry for it.
My intention was not to humilia.
But I did not throw the first s.
-And the accusations you made, abhorrent!
-Accusations based on truth.
-I will use every ounce of my influence to destroy you
and your little private investigation business.
I will have my retribution to my full satisfaction
and see you ruined, Miss Scarle.
These and other thoughts ran through my head after you left.
-So, you do not think them now?
-I did a little research of my .
It appears your accusations were correct.
So, given you have proven your resourcefulness,
I wish to engage you in another matter.
These are the gentlemen I have selected
as potential husbands for my ni.
As yet, she has had no offers of marriage
and is not getting any younger.
In fact, I believe she's the exact same age
as you, Miss Scarlet.
So, I would like a complete dossier on each candidate,
and then I can make my choice as to their suitability.
-You wish to hire me?
-Good day.
-I'm confused, Mrs. Parker.
You declared my clients
to be either desperate or impoverished,
unable to pay the going rate,
yet you wish to be a client now?
-I can assure you, I am neither of those things.
And I am willing to pay the ful.
-Well, then why me?
Why not go to one of my male counterparts?
-There is a very good reason I came to you and no one else.
You are the only private investigator I know,
and it is no more complex than .
[door closes]
-Do you not make it so, Eliza.
[soft music]
[upbeat music]