-Good morning Ma'am. -Good morning.
Eliza!
-Can't you make an appointment like a normal person?
-Do not...open that.
-What? Why?
-Just put it down on the desk.
Slowly.
Oh, thank God.
-Thank God?! It's a bomb, Patrick!
-Oh, it won't go off.
The timer's not linked to the detonator.
I received exactly the same thing about an hour ago.
-Why would someone send this to the two of us?
-Oh, it's not just the two of us.
-It came this morning.
Left on my doorstep.
No post mark, no stamp, must've been hand delivered.
-Where is it now? -At home.
I thought bringing a box of dynamite to Scotland Yard
would not be a good idea.
-Well I don't know why we're here.
We should look into it ourselves.
-I said the same.
-But she never listens. -No, she does not.
Yes, thank you, you've both made your reservations quite clear.
-This is not a good time. -Inspector Wellington,
we've each been sent an explosive device.
Or rather it would be explosive if it was rigged to go off,
which thankfully it wasn't.
-Come with me. Now.
-Same as mine.
-It was left outside Scotland Yard for my attention.
-Do you have any idea who is doing this?
-I know exactly who's doing this.
We all received the same devices,
but I believe that I was the primary target.
This was inside the package that I received.
-Is it Gaelic?
-Irish Gaelic, yes.
-"Táimíd ag coimeád súil ort."
It means, "we're watching you."
The movement for Irish home rule
has become more than political.
There are certain groups who have made it an armed struggle.
In the past year they have planted bombs in army barracks
and government offices, so...
Scotland Yard would seem to fit that pattern.
In case you hadn't noticed, Inspector,
I do not work for Scotland Yard.
-It's possible that one of these groups has been following me
and seen who I associate with.
-Well, I'd hardly call Moses one of your associates.
-He's regularly worked for Mr. Nash, who in turn
has worked for me several times this year.
-Several?
-I just go where the money is.
-Because of the nature of these incidents
I've had to contact the Special Irish Branch.
The, er, Head of Investigations is on his way over.
-Who is he? Anyone we know?
-Sir.
-Hudson.
-Wellington.
-It means, "We're watch..." -I know what it means.
Every man in my division has learned Gaelic.
I believe that we must know our enemy as we know ourselves.
Of course I'm paraphrasing Sun Tzu
from the Art of War,
which you've no doubt read?
-No.
I've, er, sent my men
to collect the three other explosive devices...
Yes, before we get into that
we should discuss the chain of command.
I will be taking full control of the investigation
from this point.
-I'd assumed that our departments
would be co-operating on this.
-Co-operating, yes.
But under my command.
The Irish branch was created
to deal with exactly this type of threat.
I hate to pull rank but these orders come from
the Home Secretary himself.
I appreciate that this is difficult.
We were both in the running for the same job
and I was chosen ahead of you.
But the best man won and all of that.
I trust there is to be no lingering resentment?
-We're on the same side.
-That's the spirit.
Now, you say you have sent men
to collect the explosive devices?
I wonder if you would be so good as to supervise that yourself.
And in the meantime I will begin my interviews.
Let us start with...
Eliza Scarlet.
-There are many private detectives in London,
but to my knowledge only one who is a woman.
A young, unmarried woman.
-I fail to see the relevance.
-There must be a reason that you were targeted
with an explosive device.
Perhaps you have an unusually close relationship
with the Inspector?
-Let me be very clear.
Inspector Wellington and my relationship
is purely professional.
He respects my ability, my insight and my tenacity.
One "n" in tenacity.
"Tenacity," is that what she said? Hmm.
It's true though, she's good.
-You are Irish, are you not, Mr. Nash?
-Maybe you're suggesting I'm mixed up in this
because of my heritage, you're barking up the wrong tree.
-Perhaps you move in certain circles
where you have made enemies.
Or indeed, friends.
-This has nothing to do with where I was born.
-And where were you born?
Specifically.
-Manchester.
-You were born in Manchester?
-The Parish of Manchester in Jamaica.
-And how long have you lived in this country?
-Hard to say.
-What does that mean?
-You know when something is easy to say?
Well, it's the opposite of that.
-I would like a complete list
of all the people who have employed you
since you came to London.
-I know you have to ask these questions
but trust me, you're...
-Wasting your time.
There are far better lines of enquiry to pursue,
such as why these bombs weren't set to explode.
-I doubt it was intentional.
-Many of their bombs have failed to detonate in the past
-But why send a message saying "we're watching you"
if the bomb it was attached to was supposed to explode?
-That will be all for now.
Good day.
-Very well, I will get my own answers.
-I am afraid...you will not.
-They've suspended my license.
Apparently they can't risk me
"interfering with their lines of enquiry."
It's bad enough to have my time wasted with a
barrage of pointless questions, but now this.
Patrick's still in there being questioned,
probably because he's Irish.
Everything alright, Moses?
You're rather quiet?
-You don't give me much choice.
-Sorry.
-But, since you asked, things are far from alright.
A few years back, in Jamaica,
certain events played out in such a way that I had to leave.
-I see.
-My plan was to keep moving...
but I've been in London three years now.
It might be a good time to move on.
-These men that are following you,
could they have sent you the bomb?
-Not their style.
They like to see your face when they kill you.
No, it's our friend Hudson that concerns me.
He'll be making enquiries about all of us
and at some point
he'll send a telegram to Jamaica with my description.
It's a small island.
Word'll get around where I am.
-And that would be bad?
-Very bad.
-They did the same with my place.
Took every file, every casebook.
They even took my clock.
And they suspended my license.
-Mine too.
I don't see why we should be punished.
We're the victims here.
It's not like we know any more than they do.
-That may not be entirely true.
-What does that mean?
-Did you read about that train robbery, last Thursday?
The London to Liverpool on the Great Northwest Line?
-The Jewel of the North. -Hmm.
Well...
the police have made a total mess of it so far.
It was twenty miles outside of London,
no-one was sure whose jurisdiction it was-
Scotland Yard or the neighbouring force.
It's been going back and forth
and the train company are spitting blood.
When I found out, I offered them my services.
-By "found out" you mean you bribed someone
for the information.
-You're a very cynical person, do you know that?
Anyway, this train robbery has similarities with one in Bristol
from a few months back.
One that was carried out... by Irish nationalists.
-Why would they do that?
-Well, most of their money comes from America but there are a few
different groups, some of whom have turned to crime
to fund their cause.
Someone wants to scare us off the investigation
of the train robbery.
-You're already working the case
and I presume you've roped in Moses
but what about myself and Inspector Wellington?
-Well, the case went to Scotland Yard a few days back.
Your inspector is the lead.
And with regards to yourself...
I may have implied you were working for me.
-What?
-I was trying to win their business.
No-one ever suspects a woman would be undercover,
that's why people always love the idea.
-Always?
How often do you tell this lie?
-I wouldn't have to lie if you came to work for me.
-Do not bring that up again!
-Look, the way I see it, we have two choices from here.
Either we leave that incompetent fool, Hudson
to blunder round for months chasing up dead end leads.
Or we take the initiative
and find who's behind this ourselves.
-Who are they? -Irish Branch.
Inspector Hudson's brought more of his men over here.
And what's all this?
-Er, suspect files of known Irish extremists.
Inspector Hudson has ordered me to help with the investigation.
-Has he now?
What the hell is going on?
-Ah, Wellington, come in.
Sit down.
I've had word from the Home Office,
we believe further attacks are imminent in the near future
and I have been ordered to expand my operation...
-If you want one of my men, then you come through me.
They are working a variety of investigations,
you can't just take them at your will.
They have work to do.
As do I. This is my office!
-Yes, about that...
-What's that smell?
-Cooking.
-Oh dear.
-What do you want, William?
-I've been sent home.
Told to take a leave of absence.
That idiot Hudson believes that because I was the target
of a bomb threat, I may pose a danger to others
at Scotland Yard.
I mean, the man is a fool.
He's got where he is on nepotism,
I wouldn't trust him to find a lost dog.
Dear God, Eliza, that really does smell dreadful.
-Well, Ivy's away and, er...
I've been trying to follow her recipe
but I must have done something wrong.
-Hmm.
-Did you have a reason to come round
other than to insult my culinary skills?
-Hudson is ex-army,
so he will follow every rule
and set procedure no matter how long it takes
or how irrelevant it is.
But, if you and I were to work together,
then we can get answers far quicker.
-William, there's something you should know...
-This must be done in absolute confidence.
No-one else can know that we're doing this.
Alright? No one.
That's a lot of potatoes for one person.
-Oh, for God's sake. -I tried to tell you.
-I went out to get us some food.
I thought it might be safer.
You're working the train robbery?
To be fair, you weren't making much progress.
-There was a delay whilst we worked out jurisdiction.
I was only assigned the case a few days ago.
-That's why people hire private detectives.
We don't make excuses.
-Gentlemen, please.
I would remind you we have a mutual interest in resolving
this situation as quickly as possible.
Arguing will not help.
Now...
I need to know everything you do.
-Well, the London to Liverpool train was stopped at a signal...
-Moses...why don't you start?
-The Jewel of the North is a daily service
from London Euston to Liverpool Lime Street.
Usually it carries passengers and post,
but on the day of the robbery,
it was carrying something else.
Cash.
A lot of cash.
-The money was being sent from the London office of the
Great Northwest Railway Company
to a construction site near Liverpool.
It was the wages for the hundreds of new workers
they've hired to build new lines across the northwest.
-The train stopped at a signal
about 20 miles outside of London.
This was a scheduled stop
to allow an express train to pass through.
That's when the robbers got onboard,
breaking into the freight carriage
and overpowering the guards.
So, someone knew exactly when and where this train would stop.
We need a complete list of train guards,
drivers and platform staff,
including every signalman between Euston station
and the site of the robbery.
-Well, technically I'm still working for the train company,
I doubt they know my license has been suspended.
-Patrick, you and Moses go to their head office,
see what you can find out.
Myself and Inspector Wellington will go to the bank
that delivered the wages to the train.
What?
-Who put you in charge?
-Well...someone has to be.
Come along.
-So, how are you?
-Well, my license has been suspended
and someone is sending me bombs in the post.
I've been better.
-I was just making conversation.
We haven't had many recently.
-Well, we've both been very busy.
And how is Arabella?
-Very well.
And you would know this
if you accepted her invitation to dinner.
-So, this wage run the bank delivered to the train.
How much are we talking?
-Thousands. And if you really must insist
on always changing the subject
when the current one doesn't suit,
you really should work on your subtlety.
-William, I am very pleased for you and Arabella
and the only reason I have not accepted
her kind invitation to dinner is that,
as already stated, I have been busy.
There, will that do?
Now, let's fetch a cab.
Last Thursday one of your biggest customers,
the Great Northwest Railway Company
withdrew four thousand pounds in cash
to be transferred onto the London to Liverpool train.
-Four thousand one hundred and eight pounds
and twelve shillings.
I oversaw the delivery myself.
-So you provided the security team,
the guards and the carriage drivers?
-Do I really have to go through all this again?
-Miss Scarlet asked you a question.
-Yes, my men delivered the money to the train.
No, they saw nothing suspicious.
And furthermore, the Lambeth and Westminster Bank
can assure you that no members of staff,
past or present, was involved in the subsequent robbery.
Now...if there's nothing else...
-Mr. Bamford,
there is a reason you've read about me in the newspaper.
The chief correspondent at the Illustrated Police News,
Mr. Basil Sinclaire, is a close personal friend.
I'm godmother to his beautiful twin girls.
I assume your employers here at the bank would wish to avoid
any hint of bad publicity?
-Are you threatening me?
-Yes.
And if I were to give Mr. Sinclaire your name
and mention your lack of cooperation,
I dread to think what he might write.
He can be quite scathing.
-That's an understatement.
-Very well.
I'll give you the list of everyone who was working
on the day of the robbery.
-So sorry for keeping you waiting,
it's been a dreadfully busy day.
The engineering works at Wigan continue
to be a strain on our resources.
And how can I help you gentlemen?
-We're continuing to investigate the robbery
of the Jewel of the North
and we were wondering if we could get a list
of all your staff who were working that day.
Including the...
-Wait...
Is that what I think it is?
Is it the same?
-The same wiring, the same general configuration
and again not set to explode.
-I tried telling Lyndhurst that.
But you should've seen his face.
-I thought he would keel over there and then.
-Like the others, the serial number's been removed
from the timing device.
-Makes it untraceable.
It's easier to sell on the black market.
-There's nothing in these.
-Nor these.
We've been through everyone who worked on the train
and everyone who works at the bank
and I don't recognise any names or addresses.
Of course it'd be easier if your friends hadn't broken
into my office and taken my files.
-They're not my friends.
-What time is it?
-Nine o'clock.
Ah, damn it.
-What is it?
-I have dinner plans.
Or I had.
-You go, we'll pick this up in the morning.
Really, it's fine.
-Thank you.
Gentlemen.
-Your inspector is late for his lady friend?
-How should I know?
-You know who we could take this to?
-Will he be open at this time of night?
-He's always open.
-Interesting. Very interesting.
-Do you mean interesting as in interesting or interesting as in
you want more money?
-Both.
-Have you had any more thoughts about what you're going to do?
-Nash is opening an office in Paris.
He's offered me a job.
-And then what?
You can't run forever.
You must have a grand plan?
-Why must I?
-Everyone does, don't they?
-I don't know what I'll be doing from one day to the next.
And that's how I like it.
-I couldn't live like that.
-And that's your problem.
-I don't have a problem.
-So, who did you say made this?
-The police think it's a group of Irish Republicans.
-Ah, no.
It's not them.
-How you know that, Solomon?
-Well, the construction, the wiring, the whole works.
See...
they use alarm clocks
and a small pistol to detonate the explosive.
Simple, but effective.
This, ha, this is brand new.
Military grade.
-What about the note written in Gaelic?
-Well, all I can tell you is, it's not the Irish.
-I'm so sorry, I was working and I completely lost track of time.
I went to the restaurant,
but they said that you had returned home.
-Hmm, I considered dining alone
but it doesn't look good in front of the customers.
It's fine, William, really.
I'm not one for using guilt as a weapon.
That's my mother's job.
-You're here now and that's all that matters.
-Would you like a glass of wine? -Please.
-What was it you were working on?
-Long story.
It's a manhunt of sorts.
I was working with some private detectives.
Including Eliza.
-Eliza?
-Well, good for her.
-Well, we had a lot of ground to cover that's why I was delayed.
-Hmm...
We?
Goodness, you really are the partnership.
-So, how's your day been?
-I had no idea that you worked so closely.
-It's been a rather long day.
Could we perhaps talk of something other than work?
-Erm, sorry, William.
It's just I'm feeling a little...sensitive.
When you were late, the thought did cross my mind,
albeit briefly, that you may have lost interest in me.
-That could not be further from the truth.
-Are you hungry?
I had my cook prepare Fricandeau of Veal with spinach.
-I have no idea what that is, but it sounds delicious.
Good. Then let us head into the dining room.
-Good! I'm famished.
Eliza attempted to make some lunch.
It didn't end well.
Still, at least she tried.
I mean, that woman is nothing if not determined.
-I am a little busy, Inspector Wellington
so if you would get to the point and briefly.
-I have a proposal for you.
-Indeed. This one. Add him to the list.
-I believe that I can be of real use to the investigation
if I come back to work.
I can help you.
-The offer is appreciated,
but we are making excellent progress.
We have a number of suspects
from both the Irish Republican Brotherhood and Clan Na Gael.
No, no, not him, he's dead.
-Even so, a fresh pair of eyes can't hurt.
Wellington...
the Irish menace is growing and changing.
The bombs you were sent were of an entirely different
construction to those we've seen before.
They are adapting their methods
and I need specialist officers on this case.
Now, as I have already said,
it would be safer for all concerned
if you remained away from Scotland Yard.
Do you mind?
-It's your office, be my guest.
Now, if there is nothing else,
I will see you out.
Might I offer you a piece of advice?
Drinking, in front of the men,
it's not something that I'd advise.
You must be beyond reproach in their eyes.
I'll keep that in mind.
-No hard feelings, eh?
Suit yourself.
-Sir. -Detective Fitzroy.
-What is it you need me to do, Sir?
-We are now certain this has nothing to do with the Irish.
I need conviction records of individuals or gangs
who have knowledge of explosives.
You'll find them in the cabinet in my office.
I also need case notes from the train robbery.
-I'll go in when the coast is clear, Sir.
Where did you find the key?
-Where it always is,
under the whisky bottle.
The case notes from the train robbery.
There's an interview with the train porter who was working
on the day of the robbery.
He describes the money being delivered onto the train
by the security team from the bank.
-Five men in total.
Five?
Bamford told us there were four men on the security team.
Why would he say that?
-It was an oversight.
I'm in charge of security for several branches,
I was just confused about who was working what day.
-The fifth man that was left off your list,
we managed to find out his name.
Jack Fenton?
-Fenton?
The name rings a bell, but I'd have to check.
-Huh.
-Fenton has prior convictions for armed robbery.
It's surprising he got the job in the first place.
-Well, I've never heard of him, so...
-How strange...
since he's your brother-in-law.
-Let's start again, shall we, Mr. Bamford?
Jack Fenton.
He married my sister, Peggy, some twelve year back.
I never liked him.
He was in the army for a while before they kicked him out.
And then he did some time in Newgate.
Peggy...she asked me to get him a job.
It wasn't a full time job, it was just...
it was just every now and then when we needed extra staff.
-Was he involved in the robbery?
-I don't know, and- and that's the truth.
-Where is he now?
-He moves from place to place.
There're some pubs in Holborn, er...
there's a guest house in Clerkenwell.
I had heard that he was working in a jeweller's
in Hatton Garden now and then.
-A security kind of thing.
They like ex-cons.
They know all the tricks.
-Names and addresses.
-Go on, quick as you can.
-Bamford's a wreck.
He's terrified that he'll lose his job.
I'll keep that hanging over him in case we need him again.
-I sent a message to Nash,
he and Moses can try the pubs and guest houses,
I thought we might visit the jewellers
and see if our Mr. Fenton's working today.
-Well, if he's working security then it'll probably
be when they get shipments in.
Uncut diamonds once, maybe twice a month.
-Well, then we'll find out when those shipments are coming in.
-If we show up there and tell them who we are,
then we run the risk of someone tipping this Fenton off.
So, we need some kind of cover story.
-I have just the thing.
Can I really choose any ring, dearest?
Any one at all?
-Any one at all.
-I hardly know where to begin,
I feel like a child in a sweet shop!
-Er, may I ask, how long have you been engaged?
-Erm... -Four days, three hours
and nine minutes.
Tell him how you proposed, dearest.
-Well, he doesn't want to hear that.
-Of course he does.
It was so romantic.
-Well...
I erm...
got down on one knee and, er, asked her to marry me
and she said yes.
-You make it sound so prosaic!
Tell the whole story, every detail.
Including the doves.
-There were doves? -There were doves.
Oh.
-Well...
we were in Regent's Park, by the boating lake.
My fiancée had made a sumptuous picnic,
she really is the most wonderful cook.
I er...laid our blanket under a cherry tree.
The blossom was in full bloom
and, er...
yeah, there were two white doves nestling in the branches above.
I realised that I couldn't wish for a more perfect moment,
so, I took her hand
and told her how she was the most beautiful woman
I had ever seen and whatever else I was unsure of in my life,
the one thing that I knew was
that we were meant to be together.
-I never knew you were so romantic.
Apparently so.
-I'm afraid none of these are quite right.
I prefer a more sizeable stone.
Are you expecting any deliveries of new stock?
-Says he's never heard of no Jack Fenton.
-Well, there's one place left to try after this.
Our man...read his description again.
-Heavy set, dark hair, beard.
This won't be easy.
You any good with your fists?
-Isn't that why I pay you?
-It's gonna be a two man job.
-Well, as it happens...
I used to box for County Wicklow.
Argh!
-Are you gonna help or what?!
Police! That's Fenton!
Get after him.
These two.
I am arresting you
for obstruction of justice
and impeding an ongoing investigation.
-I really liked that cane.
-Nash and Moses are being questioned at Scotland Yard,
as far as I know, they're keeping tight lipped.
I managed to briefly speak to Moses in his cell,
he said they almost caught someone you were looking for.
-Jack Fenton?
-That's the one.
There was some kind of scuffle and he got away.
-Well, if Fenton knows that people are looking for him
he'll most likely go to ground.
So I doubt that he'll be turning up at the jewellers.
-If there's nothing else, I should be getting back.
-Of course. And thank you Detective Fitzroy,
this is most appreciated.
-Take the back door through the kitchen so no one sees you.
-What about Hudson, what will his next move be?
Can I help you?
-I'm looking for a Miss Scarlet.
I'm one of six partners in the Great Northwest Railway Company.
Following the incident on the Jewel of the North
we hired Mr. Nash to carry out an investigation.
The police, I'm afraid to say,
have been borderline incompetent.
No offence, Inspector.
-None taken.
-We've been victims of crime before but
this felt very different.
First, I'm sent a bomb
and then I learn Mr. Nash has had his license suspended.
That's why I have come to you, Miss Scarlet.
You're the only of his employees I could find.
-I'm not his employee.
But do carry on.
-This morning
I learned what I believe to be a valuable piece of information.
The chief conductor of the Jewel of the North
now remembers an encounter with a suspicious fellow
in a public house in the days before the robbery.
-Suspicious in what way?
-Well...
he was friendly at first, buying drinks, making merry,
he seemed to be an affable stranger.
The conductor was invited back to his house.
Not house exactly, some room over a shop.
The two of them continued drinking
at which point, the stranger began to ask question
after question about train timetables and signals.
He was quite persistent, and indeed aggressive.
-Did he give a name?
-Fenton.
Jack Fenton.
-Do you have the address?
Not much to show for a life of crime, is it?
-Crime doesn't pay, Eliza.
Actually, that's not true, there are many criminals
who make more than I do.
-Well, you'll have to save up
if you're going to buy me that ring.
No doubt.
I'm sure you have expensive tastes.
-Actually I don't.
I didn't like any of those rings,
I'd prefer a simple, small stone.
As long as it's in a gift box with a bow, I'd be happy.
That was always my favourite part of Christmas,
the unwrapping rather than the present itself.
-I'll keep that in mind.
-Now Arabella on the other hand, well, that's a different story.
Goodness only knows how much you'd have to spend
if you were going to buy her a ring.
If you get the chance of a promotion
I really would take it.
-Get out.
-I was only teasing. -Out.
Now...
-William?
The erm...
the suitcase is booby trapped,
there's a bomb inside.
Go.
For God's sake, Eliza!
-Now is not the time to lose your temper.
Can you close the lid?
-Well, now, there's, erm,
there's a trip wire attached to, er, some kind of spring,
I heard it click when I opened it.
It hasn't fully triggered but, er, I can't risk any movement.
-You can't just stay here like this.
-Yes, I'm well aware of that.
I will attempt to close it when you've left the building.
-Attempt to close it?
-Will you please, please for once just do as I ask?
-No.
-I've been reading up about a variety of explosive devices.
They're all based on the same basic principles
so I'm reasonably sure I know what to do.
-When you say reasonably sure...
-All bombs have an explosive ingredient
that's connected to a detonator.
In turn that detonator can be connected to a, a percussion
device or a timer or, in this case, a trip wire.
-There are three wires, do you know which one to cut?
-Yes.
-Wait, wait, wait. Is that true?
-Mostly.
Ah, done.
- Which one did you cut? - All three.
It's only crime novels that you have to do just one.
At least we know that Fenton's definitely involved.
-This is the same as the others, again everything brand new.
The wires, the detonator, the explosive charge.
This must have cost a lot, even on the black market.
-Well, maybe he stole it?
Easier said than done, of course.
Any factory or armoury that makes explosives is...
guarded like the Bank of England.
-This one has more explosives than the others.
-This was meant to go off.
-The manufacturer's name is on one of the sticks of dynamite.
Galton and Hobbs.
I apologise for turning up unannounced
but I require some urgent information.
-Was the information I provided of any use?
-It most certainly was, thank you.
I understand your company is carrying out engineering works
in the northwest, building several new lines
to extend the existing routes.
-Forgive me, but how is this connected
to the robbery of our train?
-Well, the laying of a new track
is seldom done over flat landscape.
Er, more often than not it requires the creation of tunnels
so that the train may pass through hillsides.
Tunnels that are blasted out with industrial dynamite.
And not just dynamite, all the things that go with it
such as timing devices and detonators.
Your company gets these from, er, Galton and Hobbs I believe,
an armaments firm in Wandsworth?
I visited them earlier today.
They were very helpful.
-Miss Scarlet, er, you'll have to forgive me,
I've just realised there's an urgent meeting I must attend.
-Am I right in thinking that it is you personally that oversees
the buying and transport of these explosive devices?
-I have no idea what it is you are saying,
but now I must ask you to leave.
-How do you know Jack Fenton, Mr. Lyndhurst?
You do know him, don't you?
-Ah, Inspector Wellington, you're here just in time.
Mr. Lyndhurst was about to tell me how he knows Jack Fenton.
-Ah!
-Uh...
-Well, perhaps this will jog your memory.
It's, er, Corporal Fenton's discharge sheet.
You served together in the First King's Dragoon Guards.
There, signed off by one First Lieutenant Lyndhurst.
-You sent yourself that bomb, didn't you?
You did it when Nash and Moses were here
to throw them off the scent.
And then when we got too close
you decided to try and deal with us at Fenton's bedsit.
-It was never my intention to harm anyone,
that was Fenton's idea, not mine.
The bombs I sent originally were not primed to explode
It was purely a misdirection, I swear!
-You will come to Scotland Yard
and you will tell me everything that you know.
Including the whereabouts of everyone else involved in this.
-Why did he do it, do you think?
-Money, plain and simple.
Or he's just greedy.
Either way it'll all come out in the interview.
A man like that,
so scared of prison that he won't hold anything back.
-And Nash and Moses, you'll set them free.
-I will.
This is my case now.
Eliza, I know that things can be
somewhat complex between us,
but to be frank,
I, er...I miss your company.
I know your feelings about Arabella...
-William... -But we are old friends.
Surely we can still go out for our, er,
monthly dinner together, just the two of us.
Yes, it's unconventional.
But, when did you ever care about convention?
-And Arabella would be content with that, would she?
Good day, William.
This fellow, Seamus O'Dougal...
put him...
-Gentlemen.
I believe your work here is done.
Now, if you don't mind, I'd like my office back.
-Alright, that's three minutes, take a break.
-I'll get some fresh air.
Miss Scarlet.
-You're getting old, Moses.
-He's just getting better, that's all.
And he always tries harder when you're watching.
-I thought you'd like to know that, er,
Jack Fenton was arrested an hour ago,
along with two former cellmates.
That should be everyone involved in the robbery
but I'll let you know if anything else comes up.
Oh, and I brought you this.
It's a French dictionary.
I thought it might be useful if you're going to Paris.
-That's very kind.
But I'm still thinking it over.
-Will you be around for work in the meantime?
-Perhaps.
I'll see what tomorrow brings.
-Moses, you really should try having a long term plan.
It's my experience that having a list of objectives to tick off
is...satisfying indeed.
-And it's my experience,
the more you want the less you get.
-Well, I want many things.
-Then take my advice,
choose just one.
-Ready.
-I'm so sorry for being late, again.
I've told the cab to wait outside,
so we can leave straight away.
What time is our reservation?
-Sit down, William.
-Is everything alright?
-Please.
I had a father who lacked the capacity to love his children
and a husband whose only interest was money.
There is only so much rejection one soul can take.
-I'm sorry...I don't...
-Eliza.
I assume she is the reason you're late.
She...
She was working the same case as me, yes,
but that's no...
-William, you talk of her incessantly.
The things she says and does, her triumphs and disasters.
Of course you claim she vexes you so and causes
you nothing but trouble, but the truth is there for all to see.
-My relationship with Eliza is purely one of friendship.
-You are in love with her.
Unless you can convince me otherwise.
Well, I wish you luck.
You will need it.
-Arabella...
-And I say this out of friendship, not malice.
Eliza's ambition will outweigh everything,
even her feelings for you.
Nothing will ever be enough for her.
Certainly not the future you envisage.
You can see yourself out.
What is this?
Eliza Scarlet, Chief Investigator, Nash and Sons.
Business cards wrapped in a box on my desk.
-I'm going to Paris next week to set up the new branch.
I need someone to run the London office.
Must we have this same conversation...
-This is a different conversation.
You won't be working for me, you'll be working with me.
I want you to run this branch.
You can choose the cases and the clients,
you can do whatever you want.
-You'll have a full time staff of twenty men.
You'll be able to work cases far bigger
than anything you've done so far.
Imagine if it was a woman running an agency this size.
What kind of signal would that send out
to those who want to follow in your footsteps?
-That's a very persuasive speech.
Did you pay someone to write it for you?
Of course I did.
If I were to accept your offer, I would want my own office.
-Obviously.
-With my name on the door.
-Thomas?
-So, what do you say, Eliza?
Do we have a deal?