Here at Nash and Sons
we offer the most professional of services.
And I do not boast when I say
that these past few months under my leadership
have seen even greater success.
A woman, no less, at the helm of London's most
esteemed private detective agency.
Ha.
Eliza Scarlet, Chief Investigator.
One T in Scarlet, Mr. Godfrey.
Ah.
(bustling office sounds)
As you can see, my success here speaks for itself.
Sorry to disturb you, Miss Scarlet,
but I need your sign-off on the Whitlock case investigation.
Of course.
Another successful conclusion to one of our many cases.
And if you could ensure that our address is placed
somewhere prominent in the article, Mr. Godfrey.
(door closes) (doorbell chimes)
(office falls silent)
How many times?
It's the Whitlock case or the Whitlock investigation,
not both.
I was not hired by Mr. Nash to pretend
to be a private detective.
So you said, three times.
Thank you everyone. You know the drill by now.
(bustling office sounds) (coins jangle)
Miss Scarlet, may I speak my mind?
No.
I know it's not ideal that Mr. Nash's entire staff of men
have left you. -Thank you.
Deserted is more an appropriate term.
But whilst he's in Paris, it is my number one responsibility
to make sure his business is financially viable.
-As it is mine. Thank you. -So...so, as his accountant
I must advise you in the strongest possible terms
that this...this financial practise is not prudent!
-Thank you. -Thank you, Miss Scarlet.
I know what I'm doing, Clarence. (high tempo music)
Really? Really, because... because hiring actors to pretend
(door opens) to be detectives
tells me otherwise! (door slams)
(theme music)
(dramatic music)
(hooves clopping outside)
So, I've done some sums
and our financial situation is not as bad as we first thought.
It is worse.
Hence my reservations at hiring actors
who purport to be employees. It's a waste of money.
It's not. The Illustrated Police News will publish an article
declaring our success since Mr. Nash left me in charge.
This in turn will attract more clients.
The term "more" implies we already have a full roster.
But the last time I checked, we have exactly...no clients.
I, I...I do not wish to lay the blame squarely at your door...
Good, because the fact that they didn't want a woman
running their accounts is a question of biology, not fault.
And the same goes for Mr. Nash's staff of men.
My recollection is that Mr. Nash's men left
because of the manner in which you dealt with them.
Half of them never returned after their luncheon,
the other half strolled into work when it suited.
I was trying to run a tighter ship.
(laughs) Well, Mr. Nash's way was a little more...respectful.
Clarence, need I remind you that he's not here anymore?
I'm running this London office now,
and I can assure you things will pick up.
-If you say so. -I do.
(dramatic music)
DUKE: Get me files on the local talent
from Feltham Street to Bridge Lane,
anyone handy with a knife. -Yes, Sir.
You track down the dead man's relatives,
inform them of the stabbing.
POLICEMAN: Straight away, Sir.
(noisy charge office)
Hey, Duke...
Not now.
Sir!
Not now!
(files bang on desk)
(detectives chattering)
Right, let's get started.
I said, quiet!
(papers slap desk)
Now, I know this last month has been difficult...
Diabolical, more like.
But it has just been confirmed that,
as well as the additional areas in Essex and Kent,
we'll now be policing further districts in Surrey
and Middlesex too. (detectives protesting)
Bloody hell, Skipper. We're flat out as it is.
To cope with demand, all leave will be canceled,
and double shifts implemented. (detectives groaning)
(knocking on door) I said not now!
It's urgent, Sir.
What's this?
(paper rustles)
Get to it, then.
(disgruntled chatter)
Fitzroy, Phelps.
Listen, if I want your opinion, Charlie, I will ask for it.
I'm not telling you to do anything
that I'm not already doing myself.
I haven't been home for days.
I know, Skipper. Sorry.
Right, there's been a shooting in Mayfair.
Sounds like an armed robbery.
It's that place at the end of Turner Street.
The Temple of Elysium. (mysterious music)
Elysium? Is it a theater?
No, son.
It ain't no theater.
(mischievous music)
(people chattering)
'Ello handsome.
I've already given my statement to the officer
that was here earlier, as did my girls.
I really must insist that they be allowed home.
They've been working all night.
Well, that is as may be,
but I need you and them to tell me the chain of events.
So, an armed gunman entered the brothel...
It's not a brothel.
It is an elite gentlemen's club.
An armed gunman entered the elite gentlemen's club,
robbed it, then shot one of your punters.
A gunman came through the entrance.
He held our watchman at gunpoint
and demanded that he tie himself up.
Then he went from bedroom to bedroom robbing my clients.
My watchman managed to untie himself.
And then he went outside calling for help,
instead of tackling the gunman and protecting me and my girls,
which is what he's paid to do.
You'll need to come to the station
to make a statement, Sir.
I need a description of the gunman.
A black scarf covering his face,
shabby cloth cap and overcoat,
average height, fair hair and blue eyes.
We'll need to talk to your punters, too.
Well, they've all left.
This is a private club, Detective.
Gentlemen come to the Temple of Elysium
to enjoy some discrete time with one of my goddesses,
not to be part of some police investigation.
On that... (up tempo music)
were you aware that Greek goddesses
actually lived on Mount Olympus, not Elysium?
Elysium was a paradise for warriors favored by the gods.
I mean, there may have been some women there but...
Yes, thank you for the lesson, Detective Fitzroy.
Fascinating, I'm sure.
What about the punter who was shot?
They are not punters!
They are gentleman callers.
PHELPS: So, this gentleman caller
was sleeping off some overindulgence
and the intruder tried to rob him,
and a fight ensued?
Which I assume is why the fella got shot.
So, who tended to him?
One of my girls happened to be with a doctor.
He examined him and took him off to hospital.
And what did this doctor say about his injuries?
I never asked.
Which hospital was he taken to?
I never asked.
What was the name of the man who was shot?
They never say.
And let me guess?
You never asked?
Discretion is what this place is built on, Detective.
Gentlemen come here for good reason.
There is never a good reason
to be unfaithful to your wife, Madam.
Let's talk again when you're married, son.
(dramatic music)
(hooves clopping) (church bell ringing)
I'm in a vicious circle.
No clients means no money.
No money means no hiring of new staff.
I'm just hoping that when this article is published,
it will attract new business.
Ivy, are you even listening to me?
Sorry. I've just got to a really good bit in the story.
The detective has just found another dead body.
Blood everywhere.
All you ever do these days is have your nose in a book.
You're the one who told me to read novels
like a normal person,
instead of your father's old law books.
Yes, but not all the time.
(sighs dramatically)
What about some freshly baked biscuits?
Will that help?
Always.
And what about Moses?
He brings in a case or two. When's he back?
(biscuit crunches) Not any time soon.
Paris seems to suit him.
Well, what about the inspector?
I can't ask him.
Why?
Things aren't quite the same since Arabella.
But I thought that ended?
Well, yes, but we haven't seen each other in a while.
Why not?
Because I've been busy.
No, you haven't.
Go and see him, Lizzie.
(sighs)
Ah, (slap) back!
(playful music)
The rest are for Barnabus.
(hooves clopping)
(men arguing, shouting)
Excuse me.
Jim.
-Watch out, Sir. -Hey.
JIM: Here we go. Thank you very much.
(sighs, clears throat)
(loud chatter, banging)
(door opens)
William, there you are.
I thought perhaps you'd left for the evening.
(door closes)
You look tired.
You look beautiful.
(romantic music)
Oh...well, (laughs) thank you.
So...to what do I owe this unexpected visit?
Well...
I was just passing and thought I'd pop in
to visit my oldest friend.
Passing?
To where at this time of night?
-Dinner. -With whom?
Well, you wouldn't know them.
Because they don't exist?
What's that supposed to mean?
I know you, Eliza.
You neither "pass", nor "pop". You premeditate.
Now, I'm afraid it's not a good time.
We are experiencing an unprecedented level of cases.
I cannot go into why...
Well, because of the further expansion
of Scotland Yard's jurisdiction.
That's classified information at the moment.
How do you know that?
I read it in the report that's on your desk.
Well, it seems you could do with more manpower.
So, how fortuitous that I should drop by.
Since I'm now in charge at Nash and Sons,
I have a large team of men at my disposal.
Ah. There it is.
The real reason that you're here.
(playful music) Uh...
You were the one who brought up being understaffed.
(door opens) All I'm saying is...
Yes Eliza, I know exactly what you're saying.
I always know exactly what you're saying,
even when you're not saying it.
Goodnight.
Thank you.
(door closes)
(people chattering)
(man coughing)
(pages flipping)
I can confirm he is the only patient
that was brought in today with a gunshot wound to the leg.
I need the gentleman's name.
He refused to share it when he was admitted.
And since then, he's been administered laudanum
for the pain.
It'll be some time before he's able to talk.
Thank you, Nurse.
Matron.
Oh, straighten that cap, Sister!
Yes, Matron.
And see to the patient in room five!
Reminds me of my missus.
Well, there's not much more we can do here tonight.
We'll come back in the morning when he's compos mentis,
find out who he is then.
I know exactly who he is. (dramatic music)
I've seen him at meetings with my father.
He's a government minister, Charlie.
(church bell chimes)
(footsteps echo)
(sighs) (suspenseful music)
(Mr. Potts sighs)
I have all the files here, Inspector.
And once we've gone through these,
I will take you through to the adjoining room
where there are even more cadavers for your attention.
I can hardly wait.
(sighs) I do not exaggerate when I say
we are bursting at the seams
Our coroner, Mr. Wormsley's agitated indeed.
He is a precise man who prides himself
on his meticulous examinations.
Yet since this expansion, he has felt...
and I hope I betray no confidence here...
disgruntled, to say the least. (sighs)
Yes, well, I share Mr. Wormsley's concern,
Mr. Potts. -Hmm.
-Thank you. -COMMISSIONER: Wellington.
Sir.
Commissioner Fitzroy. (laughs uncomfortably)
May I say what a...what a pleasure it is
to have you here in person.
Leave us.
(clears throat) I have a delicate matter
to discuss with you.
The brothel, in Mayfair.
The man who was shot comes from the Home Office,
and he was not the only gentleman of influence there.
Most of the possessions that were stolen
had personal messages
and family crests engraved on them,
so, you can imagine it would not be ideal
if it became public knowledge where they were lost.
Yes, I can see that, Sir.
Which is why we are going to make it our absolute priority
to find out who did this and to get those possessions back.
Yes.
And I want you to lead the case yourself.
(clears throat) Well, Sir, you, err, told me to
specifically oversee all active investigations.
Oh, forget what I told you.
Many of these men have a say in my budgets.
They could make my life... (clears throat) difficult.
So, you will lead this case (tense music)
and you will resolve it with speed and discretion.
And if you do not,
I will hold you directly responsible.
Is that understood, Wellington?
Yes, Sir.
(birds singing)
(people chattering quietly)
I won't tell you again, I want no part in this.
Any association with that place would be catastrophic for me.
I'm not just a government minister,
I am a married man with children.
Yes.
Nevertheless, Sir, there are some questions
that I have to ask.
So, the gunman came into the bedroom,
demanded your possessions...
Oh, I need some pain relief.
And I will send for the nurse
when you have answered my questions.
Am I under arrest?
-No. -Then here is my statement.
I received this gunshot in a hunting accident.
This is what I have told my wife,
and this is what I will tell anyone who asks.
(tense music) (grunts)
I do hope that answers any further questions, Inspector.
(sighs)
(street sounds) VENDOR: Illustrated Police News.
Fresh off the press!
Illustrated Police News, fresh off the press!
Illustrated Police...! -Excuse me.
-There you go. -Thank you.
Illustrated Police News, fresh off the press!
(door opens) Illustrated Police News...
(jaunty music) Morning, Clarence.
(door rattles shut)
I have decided today is the day our fortunes change.
Do not bother, Miss Scarlet.
I've already checked and there is no article.
But Mr. Godfrey specifically said
it would be in today's edition.
Oh, well, journalists will promise the moon and stars
until a bigger and better story comes along.
If, as I had advised,
you'd kept our advertising account with them,
they would have prioritized us,
as they did when Mr. Nash was here.
Instead, you saw fit to cancel said account
and spend the money elsewhere.
For instance, on actors.
VENDOR: Illustrated Police News!
(jaunty music)
I'm curious, Clarence.
If you're so dissatisfied with how I run things,
why do you not leave like the rest?
Because...I am not a quitter, Miss Scarlet.
And I believe you could be a little more grateful for that.
(typewriter clacks)
(newspaper slaps desk)
(footsteps recede)
I understand that a police investigation
might not be good for business.
Well, that's an understatement. (church bell ringing)
None of my clients will come within a mile
while there's a police presence.
And I can't afford to have this place shut down
for much longer.
Then help me with my inquiries.
Don't you want to catch whoever did this?
Oh, he'll be caught alright.
It's not just the great and the good that come here.
I have clients from all walks of life.
They'll catch that toe-rag for me.
And when they do...
he'll wish he'd never been born.
I must insist that you don't take the law
into your own hands, Madam.
We will find whoever did this.
I'm privy to many conversations, Inspector...
(tense music) Judges, politicians...
And when they've had their fill of whiskey and women,
they like a nice little chat, and I'm a very good listener.
Word is they're not very happy with the great Scotland Yard.
From what I gather,
it's a shambles over there.
So, forgive me if don't share your confidence.
(footsteps recede)
(charge office chatter)
Sir, I've gathered files on all those with previous convictions
for armed robbery for the past three years,
but there's over two thousand of them.
Better get on with it, then.
But, Sir, it's just such a huge task,
and we just don't have the manpower...
Then tell your father what a mess we're in,
because he sure as hell won't listen to me!
(sighs)
That was, err...that was uncalled for.
I apologize.
Permission to speak, Sir?
Oliver, you don't have to ask permission.
It's just you haven't been home for days. You...need to rest.
Sleep is a luxury that I don't have at the moment.
Right now, we need to find a way to go through those files
and compare them to the description of the gunman.
(upbeat music) Well, we're gonna need more men.
(typewriter clacks, pings) (keys clacking)
(noisy office sounds) (high tempo music)
(paper pulls)
William, how nice to see you.
I received your telegram.
Although I must admit I was unsure
whether I'd have time to fit you in.
As you can see, things are extremely busy at present.
Sorry to disturb you, Miss Scarlet,
but I need your sign-off on the Whitlock investigation.
Shall we?
So, this, err, brothel in Mayfair...
All I can tell you is that it was an armed robbery
where one of the punters was injured with a gunshot wound.
So, I assume the fact that you're keeping
his identity confidential
means that he's a man of influence?
Eliza, please don't assume anything.
It never ends well.
Well, it's an awful lot of files you wish my men
to go through.
Not to mention how vague the description of the gunman is.
Perhaps you might be willing to...
negotiate a higher fee?
Do you want the job or not?
Yes. I'll take the case.
Good. Then I'll have the files delivered this afternoon.
And no sniffing around, Eliza, or digging.
I'm not a dog, William.
No, but you are relentless.
Do only what I ask of you. Nothing more.
My word is my bond.
If only that were true.
(door opens) (jaunty music)
(door closes) Yes!
(sighs deeply)
(hooves clopping)
(files thump on desk)
(sighs)
I should not be doing this donkey work.
Lest we not forget, Miss Scarlet,
I am a fully qualified accountant.
How could I forget, Clarence, when you remind me so often?
And with just the two of us,
this task will take days to complete.
You're right. Perhaps we do need to get some help.
(laughs) We do not have the money to pay for extra help.
(mischievous music)
Who said anything about paying?
(files bang on desk)
I couldn't believe it when I got your note, Lizzie.
Me, helping with a real investigation!
It's just like in my novel.
The detective asks his uncle for assistance.
Yes, he's an ex-policeman, but still.
Right. This little lot is done.
I'll go and get some more. (footsteps clip)
Are we brought so low
that we have to turn to your maid for assistance?
She's more efficient than you.
For every one file you've checked, she's done five.
Mr. Nash...
I don't care what he did or didn't do.
I'm in charge now.
And if you're so enamored with Mr. Nash,
why didn't you go to Paris with him?
(file slaps on desk)
(angry footsteps recede)
What?
Go easy, hey?
I don't need advice on how to manage my employees.
Employee, singular.
When you were a girl...
Oh, please, God, no.
Fine.
(whispers) I'll talk to him.
(slow footsteps)
(playful music)
In my determination to keep this agency afloat,
I may come across as a little terse sometimes. I apologize.
All I was going to say about Mr. Nash
is that he has an army of paid informants,
including girls who work at many different brothels
across London.
Where would I find information on these informants?
Why wasn't I told this was in here?
Well, Mr. Nash likes to keep the identity
of his informants confidential.
I'm the chief investigator!
You're the only investigator.
(safe door squeaks open)
Right, umm...
Police informants,
legal informants,
government informants.
Here we are.
Ladies of the night.
(pub chatter, laughter) I adore Mr. Nash.
Always so good to me.
A very fair man.
Everyone loves him.
Perhaps we could talk about something other than Mr. Nash.
So, you work at the Temple of Elysium?
For my sins.
I've heard of it.
I always thought it very clever.
A brothel themed as a mythological paradise.
Hmm. Well, according to the copper that came by,
women weren't even allowed in Elysium.
Well, he's right.
It was one of the three realms of the underworld
in Greek mythology.
Tartarus, the Asphodel Meadows,
and then there was Elysium,
an Eden for heroes favored by the gods.
Well, I can tell you, darling,
the men that visit me ain't no heroes.
(laughing)
So, this shooting...
The description of the gunman:
average height, fair hair, blue eyes.
It's a little generic.
It's a pack of lies, too.
He was tall, brown hair, brown eyes.
Me and the other girls were told to lie
to the coppers by her.
Her?
Madam Hera.
That's not her real name, of course,
just like Athena ain't mine.
Why would she tell you to lie?
Word is, she called in a favor to find the gunman herself.
You cross the madam at your own peril.
(tense music)
Poor old Dimitrie found that out.
Dimitrie?
The watchman that was on when the robbery took place.
She sacked the poor sod.
(street chatter)
(desk bell chimes)
Welcome to Solomon's. How can I help?
Is Solomon here?
I'm afraid my uncle's gone back to Jamaica to visit family.
Well, perhaps you could help me.
I'm an acquaintance of his, Miss Scarlet.
I'm looking for man, a watchman.
He was dismissed from a, a brothel in Mayfair.
I need to find his address. I wish to speak with him.
I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about.
This is a shop to buy things in, Miss Scarlet.
And speaking of which, we've just had a new delivery
this very morning.
The golden vamp butterfly from the Himalayan mountains.
Very rare.
There are no golden vamp butterflies
in the northern hemisphere.
Ah, my mistake, yeah.
This is the golden vamp from Madagascar.
And nor are they completely golden,
just the tips of their wings.
This is very pretty.
What if I bought one? (playful music)
I'll wrap it up for you.
What if I bought two?
Then I'll wrap them both.
How about three?
A watchman, you say? Let me get my pen.
(tapping)
(door opens)
(door closes)
Miss Scarlet?
(street chatter)
Mr. Sinclaire.
How are you, Miss Scarlet?
Busy.
Always such a busy, busy bee. (hooves clopping)
I suppose since you've taken over at Nash and Sons,
not that he has any sons, time is precious.
What do you want, Mr. Sinclaire?
Why, just to tell you how hurt I am.
When I learnt that you'd gone to my underling, Mr. Godfrey,
instead of directly to me,
the chief correspondent of our esteemed publication,
it was like a dagger to my heart.
You have a heart, Mr. Sinclaire?
That is welcome news.
'Basil,' I said to myself,
'you and Miss Scarlet are old acquaintances, are you not?
Why on earth would she do such a thing?'
The last time we worked together,
you printed a pack of lies. Does that help?
Ooh, lies you say?
Like the ones you fed young Mr. Godfrey?
(tense music)
It seems that in your eagerness to laud your success,
it has led you down the slippery slope of dishonesty.
Oh, dear, dear me.
You see, I happen to know for a fact
that Mr. Nash's entire staff have deserted you,
and so, too, his book of clients.
And so, in my capacity as chief correspondent,
I have decided that I will be the one to write the article,
and it shall be one based on the truth,
that the once most successful private investigation agency
in London is now on the verge of collapse.
(fake gasps)
And it is all thanks...
to the lady detective.
(bells jangle)
Ah.
(whistles) (hooves clopping)
-CAB DRIVER: Whoa. -Good day, Miss Scarlet.
(dramatic music)
Ride on!
CAB DRIVER: Hup! (hooves clopping)
(men shouting, arguing)
-Let him go. -Sir.
(door closes)
Any luck?
He's got an alibi, just like all the others.
So, we round up some more?
We'll make a detective of you yet, Charlie.
-William. -Inspector Wellington.
Inspector Wellington.
Detective Phelps.
Miss Scarlet.
DUKE: Get the wagons ready. I'll meet you out front.
I have something I need to tell you, William, but...
will you promise to remain calm?
(background argument)
You hired actors to pose as your staff of detectives?
I knew you'd react like this.
You fooled me into hiring you!
How would you like me to react?
Well, at least I did the decent thing to tell you myself,
rather than you reading it in Sinclaire's rag.
The decent thing was to not lie to me in the first place.
There's nothing you can say
that I haven't already said to myself.
Oh, I am quite sure that there is.
It's all very well for you in your comfortable job.
I haven't slept in weeks worrying about mine!
My God Eliza, there is nothing comfortable about my job,
and if you had any shred of concern
for anyone other than yourself,
then you would know this! (dramatic music)
Good day, Miss Scarlet.
Is...is all well?
Not remotely.
But (sighs) never mind that.
You're on the brothel robbery?
I am.
Good.
Because I have some information
I'd like to share with you.
(clipped footsteps)
So, the madam lied about the description of the gunman?
Apparently so.
I've also put feelers out to find this dismissed watchman.
Thank you, this is most helpful.
Oliver...
Inspector Wellington, how have you found him recently?
I cannot lie, umm...
I'm concerned about him.
He hasn't been home for days.
He's putting all his attention on this robbery,
to the detriment of other cases.
Of which there are many.
Then let me help you.
Share your findings with me.
Err, this is a highly confidential investigation.
I'm afraid I cannot.
However... (upbeat music)
if I were to leave the file here,
and if I were to just pop out for a moment,
then if someone were to read the file without my knowledge,
well...
(door opens)
(file slides across desk)
The man who was shot.
Any identity yet?
(whispers) Page four.
(door closes)
(birds singing) (nurses chattering)
(door creaks open)
(pages flip)
(drawers slide open)
(drawers slide closed)
(footsteps approaching)
(doors fling open)
What are you doing?
Why are you not in your uniform?
I don't understand...
You are Nurse James, due to start today?
Well, this room is a disgrace!
These soiled clothes
should have been disposed of yesterday!
And when you have done that,
his bed needs remaking, his temperature recorded,
and bandage changed!
So, get these clothes down to the basement
ready to be incinerated!
Get into your uniform
and report back immediately, is that clear?
If you would just let me speak.
I'm not a nurse.
My name is Eliza Scarlet, I'm a private detective.
And please, don't say, 'You're a what?'
(birds singing)
(door squeaks closed)
(sighs)
(police van door opens) Come on, come on!
Come on, we haven't got all day!
Go, go, go!
(men chattering)
Get this lot inside, Charlie.
Alright, you ugly lot, hurry up,
or you'll feel my boot where the sun don't shine!
(Duke clears throat)
There you are, Sir.
I have new information on the Elysium case.
Go on.
The madam of the brothel lied.
The gunman wasn't fair, blue eyes or medium height.
He was the opposite tall, brown hair, brown eyes.
According to who?
Miss Scarlet. She seemed quite certain of it, too.
I think I'll pay Madam Hera a little visit.
(door creaks open)
(door closes with soft bang)
Where's Ivy?
Gone to make dinner for someone called Barnabus.
She did take a box of files with her to work through.
Oh, and this came for you.
It's a court summons for rent arrears.
(sighs) I really could do with some good news, Clarence.
Well, the watchman you've been looking for...
He's in your office. (suspenseful music)
So, the madam dismissed you after the robbery?
Because I ran outside for help instead of tackling the gunman.
I came here twenty years ago in search for a better life.
But, as a watchman,
I have spent those years getting beaten up and shot at.
And when I was young, I did not mind but...I'm getting old.
I have children I want to see grow up.
And because of that woman,
I will not be able to put some food
on my family's table tonight.
I have no loyalty to her, so I will tell you something.
I'm listening.
(threatening music)
She told me to lie to the police.
When I was calling for help,
I saw no gunman leave the brothel.
But if you didn't see the gunman leave,
then...how did he get away?
A back entrance?
There is no back entrance.
I was forbidden to ever go upstairs,
but I've heard there is a secret way in and out.
(door creaks open slowly)
The building that adjoins the brothel was once an exclusive
(door closes) gentlemen's club.
It shut down years ago.
But it was once frequented by the rich and powerful,
by politicians and even princes.
Legend has it that the clients would use a connecting door
into the brothel as a discrete way in.
(footsteps creaking) If the door exists,
I believe that's how the gunman escaped.
(sinister music)
The three sons of Titan.
Zeus, god of the sky.
Poseidon, god of the sea.
And Hades, god of the three realms of the underworld.
Tartarus, the Asphodel Meadows...
...and Elysium.
(door handle creaks)
(door creaks open)
(ominous music)
(tense music)
(hangers clank on rail)
(door squeaks open)
(upbeat music)
A bullet hole.
DUKE: Well, that's news to me.
What do you mean they've been returned?
Exactly that.
Everything stolen is in this box.
It was outside the entrance this morning.
I've got no idea who left it.
So, I will return these to their rightful owners
and the case is closed.
The case is closed when I say it is.
I'll be taking the contents of that box back to Scotland Yard
where it will be logged as evidence.
As for you, you'll come with me and make a statement
explaining how you came to be in possession
of these stolen goods.
I'm quite sure, Inspector, (tense music)
that your superiors have instructed you
to close this case with speed...and discretion.
Taking these valuables to Scotland Yard, (laughs)
and indeed me,
I would argue that is the... very opposite of discretion.
(scoffs)
So, we're agreed.
I will return these to my clients,
and you will leave my premises and bother me no more.
See, you're forgetting something, Madam.
There is a man lying in hospital
who was shot on these premises.
Last I heard, the poor minister,
he was adamant that he was wounded in a hunting accident.
No more days out shooting for him.
Not if his wife has anything to do with it.
(treacherous music)
(Duke sighs)
(door creaks open)
(footsteps creak)
(bag clicks open)
(bag clicks closed)
(bullet clinks)
(dangerous music)
(people chattering)
(footsteps approach hurriedly)
I do not have the appetite nor the inclination
for another argument, Eliza.
My day has been vexing enough.
I do not come to argue.
I come to tell you I've made a discovery on the brothel case.
-No, Eliza... -I know who the gunman is.
(dramatic music)
(paper rustles)
There's a hidden door that leads from the bedroom
where the minister was shot
into a room of an abandoned building,
and it's there that I found a bullet.
I believe it was discharged by the gunman as he escaped.
(paper rustling)
Trousers, belonging to the minister.
They were due to be incinerated at the hospital.
So, what does this have to do with the bullet?
(metal box opens)
This was attached to the bullet.
I recognized the pattern on the cloth.
I knew I'd seen it before at the hospital.
(laughs) (paper rustles)
So, why, why would the minister lie
and say that the gunman shot him in the bedroom?
Because he is the gunman, William.
Why on earth would I want to stage a robbery?
I'm a government minister, for heaven's sake!
Well, I've done some digging on you, Sir,
and it would appear that you're also in grave financial straits.
I would say that is motive enough.
Being a junior minister must be a costly business
if you hope for a promotion.
Dinners, theater trips, hosting parties with the right wine.
It must be a strain on one's resources.
(scoffs)
Anyone who tells you it's not who you know,
but what you know, is a liar.
I needed the money to rise up the ranks.
To impress those with the power to help me advance.
So, you staged a robbery in a place
where no-one would want to admit to being.
It is the favored brothel by those at the Home Office.
It seemed like the perfect place to do it.
So, while everyone thought you were in bed intoxicated,
you disguised yourself as the gunman.
And when it came to robbing yourself,
you staged a fight
to make it look like there'd been a struggle.
I planned to leave the gunman's attire
and what I'd stolen in the room next door.
I would then get back into bed as the drunk minister,
and no-one would be any the wiser.
But then I heard the watchman on duty
yelling for help outside and I...
I flew into a panic.
As I squeezed through the door to the disused room,
I stumbled and fell.
And the handgun went off.
(sighs)
I've never used a handgun before.
Bought it from some...rough type in a pub in Whitechapel.
But you had to cover the fact you'd been shot,
so you put a bullet in the bedroom floor too.
(dramatic music)
I told the madam everything.
I had to. I needed her help.
She was livid I'd done such a thing in her place of business,
so she instructed that I keep my mouth shut.
And she would get rid of the evidence.
Which is why she pretended to track down
the stolen possessions
when, in fact, she had them all the time.
They would be returned to their owners,
and the case would be closed quickly and discreetly.
(scoffs)
Minister Delaware will resign and...
go away quietly.
And this Madam Hera, she's up to her eyes in all this, too?
Oh, no, no. She is to be left alone.
She knows too much about too many.
Sir, umm...
this expansion is crippling us.
We lack the manpower and the resources to cope.
My biggest fear is that I am sending my men
into situations that they are ill prepared for.
Someone is going to get hurt.
What would you have me do?
I cannot pluck money out of thin air!
No, Sir, but umm...
But perhaps this...this case can...can give you more sway
with the Home Office?
After all, it's for their sake that we're staying quiet.
You are asking me to blackmail them?
A government department? (treacherous music)
No, of course not, Sir. Not blackmail.
More umm...more... leverage to negotiate.
If I had my way,
I would dismiss you with immediate effect
for the mere suggestion of such a thing.
But given the flux we are in, that would benefit no-one.
You are to keep your mouth shut about this case.
Is that clear, Wellington?
Perfectly, Sir.
(door opens)
(door bangs closed)
(hooves clopping)
(woman laughing) (street light flares)
ELIZA: You were simply thinking of your men.
The Police Commissioner didn't quite see it like that.
Would you like me to have a word with him?
(laughter)
It's nice to see you smile.
Well, I haven't had much to smile about recently.
(sighs) (soft music)
I'm sorry I lied to you. (sighs)
I did try to lead Nash's men.
But they just saw me as some bossy woman.
You're not bossy, Eliza.
You are determined.
(sighs loudly)
Things haven't quite turned out how I'd hoped.
Sometimes I do wonder...
If it's all worth it?
You are a good detective, Eliza. Very good.
And whatever happens from here,
you'll find a way to make it work.
You always do.
Are you just saying that, so that I pay for dinner
tomorrow evening?
I wasn't aware we were due to dine.
Well, the last Wednesday of every month we dine,
and that just happens to be tomorrow.
It's been a while since we enjoyed an evening out.
It has.
(laughs)
Well, no more burning the midnight oil.
You must go home tonight and rest.
I will not have you falling asleep at the table.
I take back what I said. (gulps drink)
You are bossy.
Goodnight, Eliza.
Goodnight, William.
(door opens)
IVY: Night, Inspector.
DUKE: Night, Ivy.
(door opens)
I've found something in these files
(door closes) you asked me to look through...
The case is closed, Ivy.
It's not about the gunman.
It's about someone else entirely.
(tense music)
Now I understand why you haven't sought another position
like the others.
Or gone to Paris with Mr. Nash.
The small issue of a criminal record
would have put paid to that!
You are mentioned as an associate to not one
but three criminal gangs as their accountant.
And not a very successful one,
given you've served time for taxation fraud.
Mr. Nash hired me when no-one else would.
And I shall be forever grateful for that.
I shall fetch my coat and hat.
(purposeful footsteps)
No, don't. (dramatic music)
Neither of us is perfect, Clarence.
And if I promise to be more accommodating,
I would like you to promise to
stop comparing me to Mr. Nash.
So, we are stuck with each other?
It seems so.
(chuckles)
Together, Clarence,
we shall once more make this agency successful.
And those that underestimate us
should do so at their own peril.
(laughs) (dramatic music)
Oh, erm, on that, our informant from the brothel, Athena,
came by for her fee.
She likes to chat, that one.
She told me something that may be of interest to you.
(street chatter) (door closes)
Mr. Sinclaire?
Oh, Miss Scarlet. How serendipitous.
I was intending to pay you a visit this very afternoon.
It appears you have saved me a journey.
Here is the story I have just penned about you and your...
lamentable fall from grace.
Would you care to read it now?
Or perhaps you would rather wait until it's published,
which I believe it will be...
in tomorrow morning's edition.
No, it will not, Mr. Sinclaire.
In fact, you will return immediately to the office
and retract the article.
And why on earth would I do that?
You've no doubt heard about the robbery that took place
at the brothel in Mayfair, the Temple of Elysium?
The madam has asked her girls to reunite their regular clients
with their stolen possessions.
And one of those girls
just happens to be an associate of mine.
(dramatic music)
Athena?
She kindly allowed me to return this to you.
(Sinclaire clears his throat) (watch chain jangles)
Very nice inscription of your name.
No mention of you being Chief Correspondent, though.
Perhaps next time your wife inscribes a gift,
she'll remember to include it.
Oh, and just to reassure you,
Inspector Wellington has logged it as evidence.
So, should the need ever arise
to prove your presence at the brothel,
it will not be hard to do so.
(watch chain jangles, clanks)
(hooves clopping)
(papers ripping)
(upbeat music) Good day, Mr. Sinclaire.
(hooves clopping)
Thank you. (horse whinnies)
Here. Hup!
(hooves clopping)