Sorry I'm late today.
There's a new ward sister
and she wouldn't let me in at first.
I put my mother's ring on my wedding finger
and told her you were my husband. [laughs]
She seemed a little disappointed
that you were perhaps taken.
I think you've made quite a stir amongst the nurses,
William.
[sighs]
[soft music]
Everyone has a different opinion of my visits with you.
Ivy believes I should just sit and talk to you
as if nothing's happened.
Detective Fitzroy suggested reading aloud
from a Russian novel,
the title of which I cannot pronounce.
I suppose it might provoke you into sitting up
and begging me to stop! [chuckles]
And Mr. Potts...
Well, Mr. Potts was surprisingly thoughtful.
He advised that as you are a man
who despises a lot of chatter
that I should merely sit with you.
That would be company enough.
Please wake up.
William...
Wake up... [tearful]
[loudly] Wake up!
Wake up!
WOMAN: Wake up!
I said wake up!
Get out of 'ere! Shoo!
[broom bashing] [upbeat music]
Get out of here! Go on! Bugger off!
[groans]
Bugger off.
Bugger off! -Alright, alright! I'm going!
[street chatter]
[upbeat music]
What can I get you, huh?
I was just wondering if you needed some help
running the stall?
No.
I'm a hard worker.
I'll work for free for today so you can see how good I am.
I said, no.
Please. I haven't eaten in two days.
[dramatic music]
Yes darling?
WOMAN: Loaf of bread, please.
Yes, of course.
[snatches] [high tempo music]
STALL KEEPER: Hey! Hey! Hey!
[breathes heavily]
Dear God.
[resigned sigh]
[dramatic music]
[vomiting]
[retching]
[church bell ringing]
[people chattering]
[dramatic music]
[punching] MAN: Urgh!
[high tempo music]
Argh!
Argh! Argh!
[men struggling]
[man groaning] [gasping]
[sinister music]
[footsteps running]
[light music] MAN: Morning.
-WOMAN: Morning. -Morning.
What on earth?
Lizzie. What are you doing home?
[knife chopping]
You've been expelled!
No! Well, not exactly.
I was told to leave the premises with immediate effect.
How is that not being expelled?
It's not a school, Ivy. It's a training college.
You're not expelled from a college, you get sent down.
Oh, pardon my ignorance.
I've lost track of how many places
you've been sent down from.
It's not my fault.
I don't want to be a governess,
or a schoolmistress, or any of those things.
And...I was...planning to come back anyway.
I got father's letter about Skip.
Oh, so your father's dog dies
and that just happens to coincide
with you being expelled. -It's not his dog.
It's the family dog who I very much loved.
That is not the point, and you know it!
You're sixteen years old, Lizzie!
It's time you grew up!
[pigeons cooing] [birds chirping]
Well, if I wanted to get shouted at,
I would've stayed at college.
[knife hits table]
[sighs deeply]
And I really did love that dog.
[soft music]
[tuts]
What are we going to do with you?
[sighs]
God only knows what your father's going to say.
[hooves clopping distantly]
[people chattering]
Ah! Is the photographer on his way?
Yes, Inspector Scarlet.
[suspenseful music]
I know this man. We used to work together.
His name's, umm...
Wallis.
Arthur Wallis.
Doesn't seem like a robbery, though.
Who was it that found him?
Good afternoon.
I've been here hours. What's going on?
You were asked to give a statement
to the Chief Investigating Officer.
That would be me.
My name's Detective Inspector Henry Scarlet. And you are?
I've already given a statement.
I was walking past, I saw a body, I went and got help.
-Can I go now? -Your name, please?
William Wellington.
Wellington. As in the Duke?
Who?
What are they teaching you in school these days?
You'd better not be thinking of fitting me up for this.
I've heard about London bobbies.
No one is accusing you of anything.
I mean, very few murderers would bring
the police to a crime scene.
I'm missing work. I've a job on a pie stall.
I'll lose it if I don't get back there.
You either answer my questions here,
or down at Scotland Yard.
-Your choice. -[shouting] Get out my way!
[prison door clangs shut] You can't leave me in here!
I'm going to the city mortuary.
When I get back, bring him to my office.
Yes, Sir.
[banging on cell door] Argh!
[breathing heavily]
[hooves clopping outside]
[door closes]
[footsteps approaching]
Lizzie? There's someone here to see you.
Well, who is it? -Mrs. Parker and her son.
No, no, no. Tell them I'm...I'm...I'm...
Oh! You were correct, Rupert!
Miss Scarlet has returned.
IVY: I'll leave you to it.
Thank you so much, Ivy.
Mrs. Parker.
Mr. Parker. To what do I owe this unexpected...pleasure?
Rupert was taking his morning stroll in Regent's Park,
when he came across your neighbor, Dr. Williams.
The good doctor mentioned
that he had seen you returning home, suitcase in hand.
Rupert relayed this to me,
[laughs] and I said this cannot be correct.
Miss Scarlet is in Wimbledon, training to be a governess.
Term has finished and I have returned home for the holidays.
The academic term does not end for another three weeks.
I trust nothing untoward has occurred?
Well, my classmates and I were making such good progress,
we were permitted to finish early.
I would remind you, Miss Scarlet,
that yourself and your father are my tenants,
and a stain on your reputation is a stain on mine.
Mrs. Parker,
your reputation is always at the forefront of my mind.
I'm glad to hear it.
And now we shall take refreshments.
I shall take tea. Rupert will not.
[silently] Oh... [playful music]
[hooves clopping distantly]
HENRY: Your statement makes little sense.
Alright, let's try this one again.
So, you say you were walking past when you saw the body
and you went to get help?
Yes.
Where were you walking to, exactly,
given that it's a dead end?
Hmm?
See, my guess is you were sleeping in the alleyway.
Those aren't my things.
[paper rustles]
Document of discharge from a workhouse in Glasgow.
In the name... William James Wellington.
That's you.
How long have you been living out on the streets?
It's a while, by the look of you.
I imagine you're hungry.
I know what you're trying to do,
be nice to me so I'll talk.
Yes.
That's exactly what I'm trying to do.
[dramatic music]
So, are you hungry or not?
[footsteps recede]
[door clicks open]
[sighs]
Now, if you go downstairs and wait in the kitchen,
I'll have my housekeeper make you some supper.
[softly] Go on.
[footsteps recede]
[upbeat music]
Lizzie?
What are you doing here?
YOUNG ELIZA: Father, please calm down.
HENRY: Do not tell me to calm down!
God, you would try the patience of a saint!
Well, I did not ask to be sent to that place!
You have no idea what it's like.
HENRY: You're not a child anymore, Lizzie.
You must start behaving like a respectable young woman!
And most girls your age would have been married off by now!
This was the solution to our compromise.
Your compromise, not mine.
You know what path I wish to follow.
I cannot have this conversation again.
Lizzie, give us a moment to talk, hmm?
We have a guest...downstairs.
Go and make him something to eat. I'll be down shortly.
Make him something to...eat?
[dramatic music]
You have been attending cookery classes, have you not?
Umm...Sometimes, yes.
There's a smoked ham on top of the oven.
Give him a slice of that.
Good evening. My name is Miss Scarlet...
I believe you are...
an associate of my father's.
He said there'd be food.
Err, yes. I cooked a smoked ham this afternoon.
I'll cut you a slice.
So, how do you know my father?
Do you work for the police?
You got any bread? [dramatic music]
I'm...not sure.
I shall take a look at what else I made today.
[tray slides across the table]
You could stop a bullet with that.
Er, you are Scottish?
Whereabouts are you from?
Do you always ask this many questions?
I'll see if we have bread.
I heard shouting just now.
He was yelling at you, wasn't he, your pa?
What did you do?
Why do you assume it was my fault?
I'm right, aren't I?
What did you do?
Do you always ask this many questions?
I'll have some water.
Sink's just there.
I'm a guest in this house.
Oh.
Well, then perhaps you might show some basic courtesy.
We'll start with please and thank you,
then move on to eating like a gentleman
and not a pig... in a trough.
[cutlery clangs]
It's my fault... she lost her way.
I indulged her after her mother died.
That girl was born headstrong.
Nothing you could've done would've changed that.
[clock ticking quietly]
I encouraged her to be interested in my work.
Did her a disservice.
Gave her ambitions she can never fulfill.
But...
right now I must speak to our guest.
I fear I have a long night ahead of me.
[footsteps approaching]
Did you give him something to eat?
I tried to but he walked out.
[fire crackling]
It wasn't my fault. [dramatic music]
[church bell rings] [hooves clopping]
IVY: That bad, is it?
What?
You only do chores when you're feeling guilty.
[basket bangs]
Where's Father?
He's been out all night looking for that young man.
Came back early for a change of clothes and some breakfast,
then went out again.
And did you speak to him?
[birds twittering outside]
Sit down, Lizzie.
[basket bangs]
Things are hard for him at the moment.
[melancholic music]
The money that your mother left, it's running out
and this house is expensive to keep.
He's a proud man and he'd never admit it, but...
these things weigh heavily on his shoulders.
So...
if you want to help him,
just do as he asks.
And that might mean doing some things
that you don't want to do.
Well, what kind of things?
[loud, urgent knocking]
Oh...
We're not expecting any visitors...are we?
[light music]
Some time ago,
after your mother's passing,
I spoke to your father
and offered to take you under my wing,
to give you the kind of education
a young lady ought to be receiving.
He declined...initially. [ominous music]
But I have received a note from him,
saying he wishes to take me up on my kind offer.
[street chatter]
[sinister music]
[bumping sound] Excuse me.
Sorry.
[footsteps running]
[carriage rumbles]
[footsteps approach slowly]
I'll take that, thank you.
[wallet slaps]
How did you find me?
Oh, everybody thinks themselves unique.
But we all have patterns of behavior that can be predicted.
Take you, for example.
You're from Glasgow,
so, your train would have arrived at King's Cross Station.
Now, I suspect that you stayed in the area looking for work,
but were unsuccessful.
Hence why you're now...
sleeping on the streets.
So, to rectify the situation,
you turned to low level theft.
Now, there are five streets in the King's Cross area
where pick-pocketing is rife.
This is the third one I tried.
What do you want from me?
Tell me what you saw in the alley.
What's in it for me?
Well...
from what I can tell, you're an intelligent young man.
Help me and I will help you in whatever way I can.
I mean, you didn't travel four hundred miles
just to be a pickpocket.
You saw the murder take place, didn't you?
[mysterious music]
Yeah. Okay, come on.
We shall be hosting the ladies
of the Kensington Benevolent Fund
They have raised thousands of pounds
for the poor and needy of London.
Err, no, no, no!
The Wedgwood china, think, girl.
Sorry, Ma'am.
When the guests arrive,
you will be polite and deferential.
When speaking, do so with clear diction.
Stay away from contentious topics,
and talk instead of your hobbies and interests.
You do have... hobbies and interests?
Well, I love to read my father's books.
Marvelous.
In particular, the ones on forensic pathology.
There's this one chapter I must have read twenty times
about the livor mortis.
The post mortem settling of the blood
in the veins and arteries
that can often indicate
whether a body has been moved after a murder.
Fetch the doilies for the cake stand.
[footsteps recede]
A good servant,
like a good child,
must be seen, but not heard.
But have no doubt
that when they are alone,
they talk of the things we have said in their presence.
Therefore, it is imperative
that we say nothing odd or peculiar
that could undermine our position as their superiors.
But, I only said...
Some day, you will be married [church bell rings]
and your husband must feel confident in your ability
to run a household.
Speaking of marriage...
Rupert rarely has an interest in any young ladies,
but...he is continually asking questions about you.
I believe he finds you quite fascinating.
Mrs. Parker...
Your father is a man of limited means.
Rupert is the heir to my fortune.
I believe it would be a beneficial arrangement
for both our families.
Now...
take a seat, and we shall look at your posture.
Sometimes being back at a crime scene
can help trigger memories we didn't know we had.
So...you said you were sat down.
Er, I- I was asleep behind those barrels.
Mm-hmm, but something woke you up?
I heard footsteps.
Someone running. Two people running.
One was your friend, Mr. Wallis.
The other was...younger.
Like twenty, twenty-one. Something like that.
Good, good. Go on.
The younger man threw Mr. Wallis up against that wall,
which is when he started to strangle him.
Then he threw him to the ground.
Well, now, can you describe the attacker?
Fair hair.
Err, tall, perhaps six feet. [dramatic music]
Mm-hmm.
And rich looking. Fancy clothes.
What else?
YOUNG DUKE: As he was strangling him,
he knelt down and whispered something.
[murderer whispers]
It was as if...
As if he knew him.
Hmm.
It really was the most wonderful evening.
The food was prepared by Marcel Laurent himself,
the chef de cuisine at the Brabham Hotel.
Lady Harper Jones is the jewel in the crown
of our social circle. [Lady Harper Jones laughs]
Oh, but I fear I have been talking too long.
Let us learn more about our Miss Scarlet.
[playful music]
Tell me about yourself, my dear.
Miss Scarlet has a number of interests,
including embroidery and watercolors.
Well, it is reassuring to meet a young lady
with such wholesome interests.
You must join us this evening at Bornborough Hall.
I'm holding a soirée for my daughter's birthday.
Rupert is going.
I'm sure he would be delighted to escort you.
-That is most kind, but it is... -A splendid idea.
I confess, Miss Scarlet has quite piqued
my Rupert's interest. [tittering]
Well, I will, of course, have to ask my father.
Your father has put his faith in me
to look after your best interests.
Rupert will pick you up at eight.
Marvelous.
[pages turning]
It wasn't any of these. [book snaps closed]
I may cast the net a little wider,
get you to look at a few more, but not today.
Give your eyes a rest.
How long have you been a copper?
I signed up on...
November 10th, 1848,
so that's...twenty three...
Oh, God, no.
Twenty four years ago.
Tempus fugit.
What?
Time flies.
I joined the same week as Arthur, our murder victim.
You were friends?
Hmm, you know, for a while.
I just don't think this place was really for him.
He left to become a private detective.
[sighs with discomfort]
Where did you sleep last night?
I don't know, some doorway.
There's a spare room at my house.
You can have a bed for a few nights.
Why would you do that?
Well, I need you where I can find you.
But if you are going to stay,
you're gonna have to clean yourself up a bit.
I mean, [laughs] my housekeeper's gonna have a fit
if you lay in her sheets like that.
[embarrassed laugh]
There's a public wash house on Hanover Square, so...
wash your clothes, have a shave, take a bath.
I assume they're your only clothes?
Well, to tell the truth,
they're not even mine.
Right, well, there's a thrift shop
[coins jangle]
on the way to the washhouse, err, McKenzie's.
[coins jangle] See what you can get for that.
[footsteps receding]
How do you know I won't just take your money
and run off with it?
I guess I'm just gonna have to trust you.
[upbeat music]
[coins jangle]
[sighs] How much longer is this going to take?
It will take as long as it takes!
Now, stand still.
I don't want to go to this stupid party.
Everybody likes parties.
No, they don't. They just say they do.
I certainly don't want to go with Rupert Parker.
His mother won't be happy until we're man and wife.
Well, I think you're safe there.
I doubt he's the marrying type.
Well, what makes you say that?
Done.
Now, will you please stop growing, young lady?
Oh Lizzie...
[soft music] you look beautiful.
I can see your mother in you, I really can.
Oh...
Of course, your mother used to smile more.
[loud knocking]
I'll get that. You can tidy up in here.
Put everything back in the sewing box.
Err, neatly, please.
[footsteps receding]
[Ivy clears her throat]
[door opens]
You're William?
Mr. Scarlet said to expect you. Come on in.
It's cold out there. We'll get you warm.
I'll make up the spare room.
Do you have any other belongings?
YOUNG DUKE: No. It's just me.
IVY: Oh! If there's anything else you need,
you just let me know.
YOUNG DUKE: That's very kind of you, I will.
[door opens] Are you hungry?
Would you like something to eat?
Yes please. Thank you.
Hello again.
Hello.
Get yourself downstairs to the kitchen.
[footsteps receding]
Why's he come back?
The young man is going to be staying with us for a few days.
And you're to stay away from him, young lady.
Now...
you've a bit of time before Mr. Parker is due,
so why don't you go and tidy that bedroom?
Go on. Now.
[footsteps receding]
[footsteps running] [fabric rustling]
Mmm.
[cutlery scraping]
[slow, deliberate footsteps]
Mr. Wellington.
It's William.
[laughs] William.
I'm afraid there's been something of a mix-up.
Father is still at work,
but he's sent a message to say
that we are to dine with friends this evening,
and he would like you to come along.
Miss Woods just made me dinner.
Ivy is unaware of this change of plan.
She is in the drawing room sewing.
I didn't want to disturb her.
Do you own a dinner suit?
Let me see.
-No. -[laughs]
My uncle stayed with us last year, he is about your height.
I believe his dinner suit is in the wardrobe in the spare room.
I'm not wearing some old man's clothes.
[mischievous music]
My father has opened his house to you.
Refusing this kind of invitation is not the done thing.
Mmm.
I don't care about the done thing.
Fine.
You are a very rude young man.
I will tell my father as much.
[footsteps receding hurriedly]
[sighs]
[city sounds]
[door closes]
Mr. Parker.
Miss Scarlet.
[carriage door opens]
Wait!
[romantic music]
[keys jangle]
William.
Shall we?
[hooves clopping] Whoa, there. Whoa.
[horse snorts]
[distant party chatter]
[lilting piano music]
Good evening, Sir.
Good evening.
Thank you, Sir.
Thank you.
[piano music continues]
[polite chatter]
Where's your father?
Oh, he sent a telegram saying he would be delayed
and sadly could no longer attend.
He sent a telegram?
When?
Shortly before we left.
But he requested that you accompany me, nonetheless.
Ah.
I thought that's what he was doing.
What exactly is going on?
Very well.
I may have brought you here
under slight false pretenses.
[Duke sighs]
Mr. Parker's mother owns the leasehold to our property.
She is very keen for myself and her son
to become better acquainted and I am...
less keen.
He doesn't seem that interested in you.
Thank the Lord for small mercies.
Do you always lie this much?
It wasn't a lie.
It was a temporary departure from the truth.
[laughs] Okay.
But you have my word, I'll never lie to you again.
And, of course, you'll always keep to your word.
-Always. -[laughs]
Slàinte.
Cheers. [glasses clink]
[guests chattering]
So...
what exactly are you doing with my father anyway?
He said you'd ask that,
and he said not to tell you.
Hmm. Very well.
But perhaps one day, I shall meet your father
and he and I will share a secret.
Good luck finding him.
I thought you said there'd be real food.
There should be canapés somewhere.
What are...canopies?
Oh, they are small snacks,
and it's pronounced can-a-pay.
Can of peas?
No, it...
[laughs] Are you teasing me?
Yes.
[laughs]
Well, there should be a waiter somewhere.
I'll see if I can catch his eye.
[tense music] Eliza...
YOUNG ELIZA: Just be patient.
I witnessed a murder.
That's what I'm doing with your father.
He wants my help trying to find the killer.
And I think I've found him.
[dramatic music]
GUEST: Cheers!
[party chatter and music]
Are you sure it was him?
As sure as I can be. Do you know his name?
No.
I shall go back in and ask him.
And say what?
"My friend thinks you're a murderer.
What's your name?"
I imagine I'll find a more elegant way to put it.
No. Let's go and find your father and bring him here.
It would help his enquiries if we could at least tell him
the name of our suspect.
Our suspect?
This has nothing to do with you.
Come on, we're leaving.
Very well.
I'll go find Rupert.
I'm sure his driver will take us wherever we need to go.
I'll meet you outside.
Fine.
[dramatic music]
Not a single bloody pheasant to be seen.
Now, why on earth he held a shoot in December,
I'll never know. The man's a bloody fool.
[laughter]
Well, I can see you have your mother's charm.
I met her earlier today. An inspiring lady.
Now, you didn't walk halfway across this room
to talk to me about my mother.
Well, as I said, I believe we have met before.
Well, perhaps...
you were just saying that to...
gain my attention?
Kindly remove your hand.
Oh, I would do...
[tense music] if you meant it.
I wonder if you're aware,
that the worst bite a person can receive
is not from a rat or dog,
but a fellow human being.
There are bacteria in the saliva
that can cause infection, blood poisoning
and in some cases...
amputation.
[laughs weakly]
A pleasure...speaking to you.
[ominous music]
[sighs]
Thomas Harper Jones, son of Lady Harper Jones,
and quite the most obnoxious man I have ever met.
[scoffs] You spoke to him?
We needed to know what kind of man we were dealing with.
We?
My father is under an awful lot of strain at the moment.
It would be unfair to waste his time...
[Duke sighs] if this is not the man he seeks.
And it is my belief that you and I should investigate
the matter further before telling him anything.
Agreed?
[dramatic music]
For God's sakes, Lizzie, what were you thinking?
It was my fault. I wanted to find out his name.
If I had known she had taken William to the party,
I would never have said anything, but I...
We'll get to that, believe me.
Are you are sure it was him?
Certain.
And you've told no-one else of this?
Just Eliza.
The Harper Jones family are rich and influential,
with powerful friends.
It is vital this stays between us for now.
-Might I suggest... -No.
-You don't know what I was... -Yes, I do.
[fire crackling]
[Henry sighs]
It's late.
We will talk of this tomorrow.
Go with Ivy, she'll show you to your room.
[footsteps recede]
Lizzie, wait.
I'm tired of arguing.
Yes, as am I.
Look, I know you wish to follow in my footsteps.
But as I have told you before,
it is impossible.
So, instead I'm to spend the rest of my days drinking tea
with the dullest people known to humanity.
[dramatic music]
Life's hard enough already, Lizzie.
Don't get involved with this. Please.
[door closes]
[upbeat music]
MAN: Good day, Mrs. Parker.
Good morning. [door opens]
Ooh. Good morning, Mrs. Parker.
Miss Scarlet.
Thank you for coming at such short notice.
I confess to being pleasantly surprised
to receive your invitation for a walk.
Yesterday, you seemed somewhat disinterested.
I was merely concentrating, that was all.
I didn't want to miss any pearls of wisdom.
Rupert tells me you had a most pleasant evening.
I would not be surprised if he calls on you again.
I certainly hope so.
It was a splendid evening, indeed.
Err...speaking of which,
I wondered if I might be so bold as to make a suggestion?
Oh...
I am sorry to have missed the festivities last night.
As you know, I had a prior engagement.
But Miss Scarlet had the most marvelous time
and insisted on coming to thank you in person.
How very kind.
My only regret is that you and I did not find time to talk.
I'd love to hear more about you and your delightful family,
your daughter, of course,
and, indeed, your son, Thomas, I believe?
It would be my pleasure.
[titters with pride]
Do please, follow me.
MRS. PARKER: Thank you.
LADY HARPER JONES: What a charming young lady.
MRS. PARKER: Isn't she? [dramatic music]
[brisk footsteps]
[people chattering]
[hooves clopping] [carriage rumbling]
HENRY: Is that him?
That's him.
Right, I think it best you wait here.
He might have seen you at the party.
What are you going to do?
Tread carefully. [plucky music]
[hooves clopping]
THOMAS: Pickpockets?
That's news to me.
[slurps]
I've heard nothing of it.
I'm afraid there's been a spate of such incidents
in this very street, Sir.
The last incident was, err, two days ago.
Early evening, about six o'clock.
Were you, err, were you here at that time?
No.
Where were you?
Why does that matter?
Well, sometimes pickpockets target a gentleman
such as yourself,
and...follow him from wherever he's been.
A restaurant, hotel.
If we can establish a pattern, it might help us catch them.
I was at my other club,
the Ottoman on Grey's Inn Road.
I was there all night and saw nothing untoward
upon my arrival or my exit.
Very glad to hear it.
[background laughter]
The umm...
The investigation has taken a rather sinister turn of late.
We believe one of the thieves
may have murdered a private detective.
A private detective?
Mmm. [tense music]
Mr. Arthur Wallis.
Good man.
Former police officer.
[sighs]
[men chatting, laughing]
Why is it just me you're talking to?
Oh, I intend to speak to all the gentlemen here.
I just happened to catch your eye first. [chuckles]
[Thomas scoffs]
[tea pouring]
And with my husband away in the Indies,
Thomas has been running our affairs in London.
That must be quite a burden to carry.
Have you noticed any change in his behavior of late?
Change in his...behavior?
Miss Scarlet,
you have done nothing but ask questions about Thomas.
I would remind you it was Rupert
who accompanied you last evening.
Err, forgive me [door opens]
I was merely curious.
The study of human nature is something of a hobby of mine.
-LADY HARPER JONES: Hmm. -Madam, your appointment.
Oh, of course. Thank you, Annie.
Oh, ladies,
I'm afraid you must excuse me. [teacup clinks]
I have numerous appointments
that I must attend to,
and as I am currently without a driver,
I'm having to rely on Hackney carriages,
and I find that they take an age. [chuckles]
A good driver is like a good lawyer.
You must hold on to him at all costs.
Pettifer was exactly that.
He'd been with us for years.
But, erm, he and Thomas had cross words
and...he left the very next morning.
They had cross words? [dramatic music]
What about?
We shall take up no more of your valuable time.
Come, Miss Scarlet.
Oh, forgive me.
I have taken rather too much tea
and there is a room I must visit before we leave.
Annie,
show Miss Scarlet where she needs to go.
This carriage driver, Pettifer,
the one who argued with Mr. Harper Jones.
Did you know him?
Yes, Ma'am.
[clink of coin]
[coin clanks]
Where might I find him?
[hot water pouring]
I was their driver for years, whole family.
Jonathan Harper Jones, Thomas's father,
he was a good man.
Unlike his son.
[hot water pouring]
I've known Thomas since he was a boy.
You could tell he was a wrong'un.
Everyone knew it.
[teacups clink]
As I understand it,
the two of you had cross words about something?
[laughs] Yeah.
Well, that was a few weeks back.
I was, um...
I was bringing the horse and carriage
round the front of the house
to take him wherever he was going.
And I noticed that Sampson, that's the horse,
I noticed he was lame.
Then Thomas, he come rushing out
saying he was late and the horse'd be fine.
I said, 'No, Sir.
That horse needs medical attention.'
Well, he didn't care, he was drunk already.
Pushed me out the way, jumped in the driver's seat,
and rode off.
The next morning,
I noticed the carriage was back in the stables
still attached to poor old Samson.
His leg was worse, it was bleeding badly.
And as for the carriage, well...
it was all bent and buckled.
Poor old Sampson, he had... he had to be destroyed.
And that's when I knew I couldn't work for him no longer.
[teacup clinks]
You believe he hit something with the carriage?
Or someone.
[dramatic music]
You say this was a few weeks ago.
When, exactly?
[papers rustling]
Ah...
[door creaks open]
[door closes]
What on earth are you doing?
Don't worry, I'll- I'll- I'll clean it up.
You most certainly will, you lady.
What are you doing?
I was looking for Father's old newspapers.
He usually keeps them for at least a month.
He says they are an invaluable source of reference.
Did you know, many crimes are reported to journalists
before the police?
Do you know that you have a moldy piece of bread
in your hair?
[bread clanks in bin]
I've searched the house and couldn't find
any old papers anywhere.
Er, I wondered if perhaps they'd been thrown out.
Well, I told him to keep them at work.
I got fed up with them cluttering up the place.
[dramatic music]
[hooves clopping] [people chattering]
OFFICER: Come on.
I'll ask Thomas Harper Jones to come in for an interview.
He's probably taken steps to shore up his alibi,
but the more lies there are, the more cracks can appear.
What do you think the connection is to the dead Mr. Wallis?
I'm not sure.
I'll need a full statement from you,
outlining everything you saw. [door creaks open]
What on earth...?
What has she done now?
What is it?
'Meet me here. Lizzie.'
Where, exactly?
[dramatic music]
DRIVER: Whoa! Here we go.
[carriage door opens]
[loud chatter]
There'd better be a damn good reason for this.
There is, I assure you.
Mr. and Mrs. Samaris
are originally from the island of Cyprus.
Mr. Samaris doesn't speak any English,
but his wife has been good enough
to translate our conversation.
A few weeks ago, Mr. Samaris was on his way back from work
when he was hit by a horse and carriage in the street.
It was late, no-one was around and the carriage didn't stop.
The police were unable to find the driver,
as you'll have read in the newspaper article
I left on your desk.
MRS. SAMARIS: He is crippled.
That is why we went to the detective.
Arthur Wallis?
Exactly.
Mr. Wallis was kind enough to waive his initial fee.
Payment would be made
only if the culprit was brought to justice.
And did your husband see the man
that was driving that carriage?
Yes. He gave a description to the police,
but they didn't do anything.
[Mr. Samaris in Turkish]
He says this is the man in the photograph.
[dramatic music]
This photograph... of Thomas Harper Jones.
And it is my belief, that Mr. Wallis
found Harper Jones and confronted him
with the threat of reporting him to the police.
And that...is why Harper Jones murdered him.
My clever girl.
[people chattering]
Five guineas he tried to charge me.
So, I said to him,
'Do you have any idea who my family is?'
[laughter] Well, that shut him up.
Thomas Harper Jones?
[tense music]
What is it now?
I have a few more questions for you.
Well, it's not a convenient time.
This is not a request.
[hooves clopping] [carriage rumbling]
[people chattering distantly]
[footsteps approaching]
Have you finished your witness statement?
[door creaks closed]
Just checking for spelling mistakes.
I wish you'd been this dedicated to your schoolwork.
[laughs]
So, we searched the Harper Jones' Mayfair residence.
He had the Samaris case file
that Arthur Wallis was working on.
In it, he names Harper Jones as a suspect,
so...that combined with William's eyewitness account,
may be enough to secure a conviction.
May be?
He'll have the best lawyers money can buy.
Nothing's guaranteed.
So...
what now?
HENRY: Um...
Well, we'll arrange a line-up of suspects.
I'll asked William to formally identify...
No, I mean...
What now for me?
Surely this proves where my abilities lie.
[quiet footsteps]
Never, not for one moment did I doubt your ability, Lizzie.
You are tenacious,
and resourceful,
and every bit as capable as any man here.
[soft music]
But your opinion remains unchanged.
I mean, my opinion doesn't matter.
It's the rest of the world that's the problem.
Who knows what will happen in the future? But...
for now...
This is not a path that I can follow.
[fire crackling]
I'm so sorry.
[street chatter]
[birds singing]
[cupboard opens]
[rattling]
[laughs softly]
[footsteps approach]
[knocking]
Good morning.
William, good morning.
I heard you were going back to college.
I thought I'd come and say good bye.
They've agreed to give me a second chance.
Third, actually.
[chuckles]
I was just looking for some books to take,
but...I found this instead.
Hmm. I didn't know you had a dog.
Not anymore. He died.
Uh, do you mind if I carry on packing?
I have a train to catch.
No, no. Carry on.
[sucks air through his teeth] [exhales loudly]
So, I hear you found somewhere to live?
Mmm. It's a lodging house in... Stepney?
Your father paid the first month's rent.
I- I said I'd pay him back when I can.
Shouldn't be too long, hopefully.
I've got a meeting with the recruiting sergeant
this afternoon.
The recruiting sergeant?
I'm thinking about joining the police.
Your father said he'd put in a word for me.
[dramatic music]
You're joining the police?
I still don't know if I actually will,
but they say the money's quite good.
God knows what I'll look like in the uniform.
[banging suitcase]
Oh, this damn thing!
Here, let me.
No, I'm more than capable of doing it myself. Thank you.
Have I upset you?
No, it's just this...dog.
Just this, this, this stupid, damn dog! [bang]
[dramatic music]
[crying]
It's not fair, William. It's not fair.
Please, just...stop crying.
[dramatic music crescendo]
[kissing sound] IVY: Lizzie!
[footsteps approaching] Come on, young lady!
You'll be late.
I must be going...Miss Scarlet.
[tense music] [footsteps recede]
Are you alright? [door opens]
[door closes] Yes. Quite well, thank you.
[footsteps recede]
[dramatic music]
William?
[groaning]
William! [laughter of joy]
[grunts]
[Eliza laughs softly]
Ah, I need a drink.
I'll get you some water.
Ah...
I was thinking more a double whiskey.
[Eliza laughs]
Oh, what have I gone and done to myself now?
Here, shh.
You've had us all so worried, William.
I've been coming every day to see you,
to sit with you, hoping you'd wake up. [laughs]
And now you...
And now you have!
Oh my...listen to me going on, how are you feeling?
If...if you would just let me speak...
[soft music]
[whispers] It's good to hear your voice, William.
It's...good indeed! [laughs]
[sighs deeply]
Can I get you some more water?
-I'd prefer a whiskey. -You're not having whiskey.
Is this comfortable?
DUKE: Not particularly when you do that.
Sorry. [laughs]
[theme music]