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We're still awaiting the official cause of death,
but given he had a 12-inch blade through his heart,
I'd be surprised if it was natural causes.
Irwin, you'll take the lead on this.
- Yes, Sir. - Phelps and Jones,
work through a list of known associates.
Given his previous convictions,
I am sure we'll find some familiar faces.
Alright, that'll be all, thank you.
Yes, Detective Phelps?
You put Irwin in charge.
The victim is from Holloway,
Irwin has informants in the area.
I've not led a case in months.
I evaluate each investigation on its individual merits,
- it's not personal. - Are you sure about that?
If you have something to say, then say it.
I've tried my best to make this work,
but you want me gone.
You think they should have got rid of me when you took over.
You're making problems where there are none.
This is about me getting the job,
and you being unable to accept that.
People respect me here.
If I say the word, you've got a mutiny on your hands.
Hmm.
Well, that's a chance I'll just have to take.
Alright lads, a bit of hush, please.
I've got something I want to say.
I said, quiet!
Things haven't been right for a while.
Our new inspector seems to think
he can ride roughshod over us,
do what the hell he likes.
Well, enough is enough.
He needs to start showing us more respect.
So, I say...
let's go and see him in the morning,
tell him if things don't change,
every man is downing tools and walking out.
I just need to know one thing.
Who's with me?
I said...
who's with me?
Have you seen my notebook?
No, have you looked in your bag?
Well, I can't find my bag...
Well, it's likely in that bedroom of yours,
which by the way, could do with a tidy, young lady.
Does Mr. Potts really need to bring all these things?
He wants everything here,
so he can move in
straight after the wedding.
It's sweet.
How are the wedding plans going?
You seem rather calm?
I don't feel it.
There's the cake to ice, the food to make,
my dress to adjust, and Barnabus
said he's put on a few pounds,
so, he wants me to let out his waistcoat.
Thank you again.
For what?
For being so understanding
about Barnabus moving in.
It means the world to me
that I can stay on living here.
And it'll be nice, the three of us together.
I'm sure it will be, just ask him
not to bring any more things.
Ah. I think that is everything, my jewel.
Barnabus, I'm sewing my wedding dress.
You're not meant to see it, it's bad luck.
Oh, there's no such thing as bad luck
when one is marrying
the most beautiful woman in the world
that the good Lord has ever put on this earth.
In a few mere days,
you will make me the happiest man alive.
You are so sweet. Isn't he sweet, Lizzie?
Hmm.
Oh er, before I forget, Miss Scarlet,
I almost broke my neck on your bag
when I arrived earlier.
lying right in the middle the hallway, if you please,
so, I put it into your bedroom,
a place for everything, everything in its place.
Quite right.
And I hope I do not speak out of turn
when I say that, er, room of yours
could do with a little tidy?
Come.
Good day, Inspector Blake.
Miss Scarlet.
Are you feeling unwell?
No. Why do you ask?
You knocked on the door, then waited and entered,
just as a normal person might do.
Don't worry, I shan't make a habit of it.
It's the invoice for the Davidson case.
I believe we've had this conversation before,
the account department's on the ground floor.
Oh...
well, I'm here now,
so while I am, I also wondered if...
If there were any cases that required your attention?
No.
But I do have something for you.
The latest copy of Hayward's Forensic Science.
I ordered one for you.
I...take it that's a publication you enjoy?
Yes.
Yes, it is.
It's by way of saying thank you
for giving Sophia a tour of your office.
It would seem I'm no longer her favorite detective.
Well, we ladies must stick together.
I don't...I don't know what to say.
Say, "“Thank you, Inspector Blake."”
Then leave promptly so that I may continue my work.
Thank you, Inspector Blake.
Oh, Detective Phelps, how are you?
Don't ask.
I just saw Detective Phelps.
He's not having the best of times recently.
He rather humiliated himself the other night.
So I heard.
I wish I'd been there,
I could have talked him out of it.
Would he have listened to you?
Not in the least, no.
Oliver.
Good morning, Father.
I have a message from your mother.
She wishes the three of us
to dine together this evening.
Oh. Yes, erm, of course.
Forgive me, Miss Scarlet, I don't believe
you've been introduced.
This is my father, Sir George Fitzroy.
Father, this is Miss Eliza Scarlet.
She's a private detective.
She's helped us on numerous occasions.
It's a pleasure to meet you.
Madam.
Eight o'clock.
Chancery's on Piccadilly.
Don't be late.
It's my mother's birthday,
her annual attempt to build a bridge
between myself and my father.
Well, I wish you good luck.
Believe me, I'll need it.
Did you enjoy the lamb?
Yes, it was excellent.
Very tender, and the sauce was superb.
I should hope so, at these prices.
I trust you are eating well, Oliver?
Those long hours at work
are rarely conducive to a good diet.
If I say yes, will you stop worrying?
I'm your mother, I'll never stop worrying,
but as long as you're getting plenty of sleep.
Oh, for God's sake, woman.
He's not a child.
Well, I'm going to ask for the bill.
I have a meeting in my club.
How is your friend,
the lady detective,
Miss Scarlet, isn't it?
One moment, Sir.
For God's sake.
It is Mother's birthday.
Can you make an effort, just for once?
How dare you speak to me in that manner?
George, please.
I will happily foot the bill,
if you go to your club without delay.
Well, in that case,
you can see your mother home.
I cannot abide his rudeness.
I'm sorry, Mother, I didn't mean to upset you.
It's not that.
What is it?
Mother?
Just take me home, Oliver, please.
Yes, of course.
Ivy, it's barely seven o'clock
and you're already baking?
I just need to get a few of these
in the oven, before I head off to work.
Whilst you're here, try these.
Mmm, absolutely delicious.
Your father used to love them, too.
He had a sweet tooth, just like you.
How many are you making?
Well, there's 30 guests,
so, a couple each, I suppose.
Ivy, this is new.
Hayward's Forensic Science. Fancy.
Inspector Blake bought it or me.
Did he now?
What can I do to help?
You don't have to look so surprised
when I offer my help to cook.
It wasn't surprise, it was fear.
It's a fascinating book.
Apparently, each person's fingerprint
is as unique as a snowflake.
The potential for forensic investigation is enormous.
Hmm. I'm currently engrossed
in the biography of Luca Pacioli,
the legendary "“father of accounting"”.
He, of course, invented the double-entry system
of bookkeeping.
Oh, of course.
The biographer goes into
minute detail of every entry in every ledger,
and still manages to keep the book
down to just 900 pages.
Is that all?
Good morning.
You are Miss Scarlet?
I am, how can I help?
The matter I wish to discuss
is somewhat delicate.
I have some errands to run.
Take a seat.
It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Mrs. Fitzroy.
Your son is a good man,
and an excellent detective.
You must be very proud.
I'm in two minds about whether I should even be here.
I've stood outside your office many times before, but...
lacked the courage to enter.
Well, you're here now.
And whatever you tell me will remain confidential.
My husband and I have been wed 30 years.
I've turned a blind eye to his moods, his rudeness,
his inability to say a good word about anyone.
But there is one thing I cannot ignore.
His adultery.
You believe he's being unfaithful?
He disappears for entire evenings,
claiming to be at some club or other.
I know he's lying.
I speak to the wives of the men
he's supposed to have met with.
Then last week,
he received a bill from a florist in Greek Street.
I saw it left open on his desk.
He's been buying red roses,
dozens of them, for weeks.
God knows who for, certainly not for me.
I just need to know the truth.
I can see the toll this is taking on you, Mrs. Fitzroy,
and I'm truly sorry.
But if I were to take your case,
it would put me in a difficult position,
both with my...my friendship with Oliver,
and my work at Scotland Yard.
Your husband is the Police Commissioner,
the risk to my business would be great.
I understand your reservations.
But please...
I cannot trust anyone else with this.
I'm desperate, or I would never have come.
You followed the Police Commissioner?
If you'd just let me explain...
The single most powerful man
in London policing,
the man who could blackball you
from Scotland Yard,
the man who is the cousin
to the Foreign Secretary.
That's not letting me explain.
The poor woman was devastated.
I trust you've not yet told Mrs. Fitzroy
what you witnessed last night?
No.
Not yet.
The situation is more complex
- than it first appeared. - More complex
than the Police Commissioner
having a dalliance with a young man?
Yes.
- There's something else. - Oh, Lord.
After the Commissioner went into the building,
I decided to wait outside.
Of course you did.
An hour later, the door opened.
I watched the Commissioner leave
and was about to follow him,
but a few moments later,
the young man
left the premises too.
Oi. Watch it, darlin'.
Sorry.
So you bloody should be.
The bag was gone?
I believe he left it on purpose
for someone else to collect.
Well, maybe it was just stolen?
It was only a matter of seconds.
He didn't even finish his drink,
he just looked at his watch,
got up and walked off.
There's something else going on here,
- I know it. - Do you want my advice?
No, of course you don't, but I'm going
to give it to you anyway.
Do not involve yourself in this any further.
Tell Mrs. Fitzroy
that you did not see her husband,
and that you cannot continue with this case.
Get your Morning Herald here.
Ah, there you go, Sir.
Thank you, Sir.
Why are you following me?
If you're intending to rob me,
I would highly advise against it.
I'm a detective with Scotland Yard.
You're coming with me.
Take his things.
They didn't say anything to you?
Not a word.
And you can't remember what they looked like?
It's all a bit hazy, Sir. Er...
I remember...buying a...newspaper.
I vaguely remember...it being in an alley.
That's about it.
The doctor said I have a concussion.
What we do know is that they robbed you.
Your pocket watch and wallet were stolen.
My mother gave me that watch for my 21st birthday.
She'll be most upset.
Oliver.
Oh.
Oh, my boy.
It's not as bad as it looks, Mother.
I will find who did this, Mrs. Fitzroy.
You have my word.
Detective Fitzroy has a concussion
and three broken ribs.
Gentlemen...
the best way we can help him
is by keeping calm and doing our job.
Yes, Sir.
Without a clear description of the attackers,
this means house-to-house inquiries.
I also want a list of everyone
Fitzroy has arrested or charged
in the last two years.
And you're to lean on every informant that you have,
do whatever it takes, this is one of our own.
- Yes, Sir. - Yes, Inspector.
Detective Phelps?
I know the resentment that you carry,
but now is not the time.
So, if I get a hint of that during this investigation,
you will be dismissed on the spot.
Do you understand?
Believe me,
I want to find the scum who did this
as much as you do.
I've only just heard. How is he?
He'll live.
It looks like it was a robbery.
Are you sure?
Why would you say that?
Er, Mrs. Fitzroy, this is Miss Scarlet,
a friend and associate of your son's.
Pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss Scarlet.
Likewise.
Please do excuse me, I need to find a doctor.
My son is in a lot of pain.
What?
If you knew something about this attack,
you would tell me?
Of course, I would.
I know nothing about it.
Then I shall get on with the business
of finding whoever did this.
]
I just can't shake the feeling that,
whatever happened to Detective Fitzroy
was not a random robbery.
But people are robbed every day in the city?
Clarence, I'm quite sure that I witnessed a bag drop
between the young man that the Police Commissioner
was seeing, and someone in that pub,
and then out of nowhere,
the Commissioner's son gets beaten up.
There's something off here.
Well, have you told the Inspector
of your suspicions?
I couldn't.
Marion Fitzroy was there,
and she made it abundantly clear
she wanted to conceal any
association between us.
And anyway, I'm bound by client confidentiality.
Not if someone's
life's at risk, you're not.
As Patrick would say,
you have the uncanny ability to make
what is already a dire situation
even more unsatisfactory, Clarence.
- Eliza. - Please,
just say something positive.
Back inside, now.
Have you listened to it?
Listened to what?
Have you listened to it?
I've...no idea what you're talking about.
Yes, you do.
She does not, neither of us do.
Tell him to be quiet.
Be quiet, Clarence.
We know that you followed
the Police Commissioner,
and that you saw him with Aleksey.
Aleksey?
That's the young man the Commissioner
was visiting?
We also know that you took Aleksey's bag,
and that you now possess what was in it.
So...
I will ask you one more time.
Have you listened to it?
No, because I...I didn't take the bag,
- someone else must have. - You're a liar.
She's not. How dare you?
Be quiet, Clarence.
You have five seconds to tell me the truth,
or my colleague here will put
a bullet in your friend's head.
What?
Five.
- Four. - Eliza.
Three.
Two...
No, I...I haven't listened to it,
but I do have it.
Where is it?
Somewhere safe, not here.
Take us to it, now.
But if I do, then you'll kill us.
I'll kill you if you don't.
Well then, you'll never find it.
Nor will I tell you
if you harm my colleague.
What do you propose?
I'll retrieve the bag, and its contents,
leave it in the office, which I'll leave unlocked
tomorrow night.
You may claim what's yours,
we go our separate ways.
If you try to follow me,
I'll go straight to Scotland Yard.
You have until tomorrow night.
You have no idea where that bag is, do you?
Not a clue.
Thank you.
Inspector Blake.
Good evening, Sir.
I've been out of town all day,
I've just heard what's happened to my son.
What can you tell me?
Nothing concrete yet, I'm afraid, Sir.
We're still following several lines of inquiry.
But be assured, every available man
is working the case.
Well, I'm glad to hear it.
His mother is beside herself with worry.
- It was a robbery? - It would appear so.
So, he was just in the wrong
place at the wrong time?
That is what I intend to find out,
but I would still like to consider all options, Sir.
Can you think of anyone who would
wish harm on Oliver?
No.
No, my son has many faults,
but making enemies is not one of them.
And yourself?
Myself?
There have been times where a man
in a high position such as yourself
has found his family at threat in some way.
Well, that's not the case here, I'm sure of it.
Yes...but perhaps to be certain, we might...
Well, you're wasting your time!
Yours and mine.
If you make any progress,
you'll tell me, won't you, immediately?
Yes, Sir.
I'm still not convinced it was wise
to tell those thugs you have
what they were looking for.
Well, we're alive, aren't we?
Well, for now.
What do you think they meant when they said,
"“Have you listened to it?"”
- Listened to what? - I haven't the slightest idea.
The only thing I am sure about
is that there is a link between the Commissioner
and whoever those men were,
and the attack on Oliver Fitzroy.
This link, I fail to see how it's going
to stop me being killed?
We'll make a plan in the morning, Clarence.
Everything feels better after a good night of sleep.
I doubt I'll get any sleep.
Try reading that book on your famous accountant.
I shall.
Yes, thank you.
Ivy?
I am intrigued with your décor, Miss Scarlet.
It's rather eclectic.
Or are you setting up a curiosity shop?
My housekeeper, what have you done with her?
She's gone out for the evening
with a rather loquacious gentleman.
She has my sympathy.
Do you always enter people's houses without permission?
Yes, all the time.
You can run if you like.
But I wouldn't recommend it.
Now, sit.
We've met before.
Oi. Watch it, darlin'.
Sorry.
So you bloody should be.
You were a decoy to stop me
from getting that bag, weren't you?
Who are you?
You can call me...Miss Scott.
Is that your real name?
You will cease your investigation
into Commissioner Fitzroy with immediate effect.
And what if I don't?
Hmm...
Think of the worst thing you could imagine.
The most pain.
the most humiliation.
The very sum of all of your fears.
My friend here will deliver it.
Cease your investigation.
Do I make myself clear?
You do.
Splendid.
Anything?
Afraid not.
I've leaned on every nark,
scrote and snitch
on both sides of the river, not a word.
How persuasive where you?
I used the carrot and the stick.
Mostly the stick.
No-one knows anything.
I've spoken to the other lads too,
they're all saying the same.
But there is someone I haven't yet asked,
someone who's well-connected.
In the criminal sense?
He's about as criminal as they come, yeah.
And who might that be?
My uncle.
Your uncle is Dylan Cooper?
That is, to say the least, a conflict of interest.
We're not close,
not since I joined the force.
In fact, I heard a rumor he had a price on me head.
How reliable is that rumor?
Mr. Cooper will see you now.
Let's find out.
You got a minute?
You brought back-up?
He works with me.
I'm Detective Inspector Blake.
I know who you are.
Sit down.
Didn't you used to have his job?
How are you, Uncle?
What do you care? You never come see me.
I'm here now, aren't I?
Always were a lippy little sod,
even as a nipper.
We're not here to reminisce.
What are you here for?
Nobody knows what goes on in this city
better than you, Mr. Cooper,
and we need your help.
And why would I help you?
Because then I would be in your debt.
And I'm a man who knows how to repay his debts.
Nah, you ain't that type of copper.
Now, one of my men... has been hurt.
And I will do whatever it takes to get answers.
You see, that's why he's got your job.
You could learn a thing or two from him, son.
So?
What you heard.
Only '‘cause you're kin.
There's this fella.
He sells papers off the corner of Old Pitts Lane,
done it for years.
He knows every copper on his pitch.
Your lad bought a paper off him.
He reckons the boy was being followed.
That's all I know.
I'll head over to Old Pitts Lane,
see if I can find this paper seller.
It's two o'clock in the morning,
he won't be there for hours.
Then I'll wait.
I suppose that seals it, right?
Now you've seen where I'm from,
a good reason to get rid of me?
That's one way of looking at it.
Another would be that you have access
to a valuable resource,
and showed great character
sharing it with a senior officer.
Find that witness.
Come in, Miss Scarlet.
Inspector Blake.
I'm curious, do you ever sleep?
Well, it's practically morning.
Er, I...I need a moment with you.
Actually more than a moment, several moments.
There's a lot to explain,
I'll tell you on the way.
On the way to where?
Come along.
And this is where you saw the Commissioner,
and this Aleksey?
It is.
And these Russians think you stole his bag?
There's something inside it that you can listen to,
but I've no idea what.
Nor do I understand how this Miss Scott
and her red-headed associate fit into all this.
Are you sure he's not in?
Positive, the lights have been off all night.
I believe it's a good place to start
and try and find some answers.
I knew I was right.
About what?
At the hospital.
I could tell there was something you weren't telling me.
Do you really want to have that conversation now?
Our friend Aleksey has expensive tastes.
The drapes are pure silk,
yet the address is far from salubrious.
Or the exterior was picked to be discreet.
I suspect the interior was designed to appeal
to gentlemen of wealth and influence.
Like the Commissioner?
Do you think as I do,
that all this is linked to the attack on Oliver Fitzroy?
I do.
Have you listened to it?
That's what the Russians asked you.
I still have no idea what they were referring to.
Could it be this?
A wax cylinder.
I don't see a phonograph it could be played on?
Perhaps Aleksey doesn't own one.
Maybe not.
But I do.
Let's see what we have here.
That's the man who had a gun to my head.
I recognize his voice.
Aleksey? That's the young man
that the Commissioner was seeing.
Do you speak Russian?
I was taught basic Russian when I served
in the Afghan wars back in '78.
The Russian threat was growing,
and if you were captured,
survival was more likely
if you could communicate.
What does it say?
When the clock strikes nine,
Aleksey must come to the place
where his favorite bird lives.
His grey-haired friend will be...
"Ctept."
I don't know that word.
The grey-haired friend must be the Commissioner.
Where's the meeting place
where his favorite bird lives?
What favorite bird?
"Ctept."
What does it mean?
Erased.
They're going to kill him?
At nine o'clock.
It's half-past-eight now.
Come.
I went to speak to the newspaper seller,
but before I could get to him
he was harassed by a woman
and what looked like a thug.
- Does this thug have red hair? - He did.
Do you think this is who came to your home?
- Mmm. - Did you find out who they are?
They drove off in a carriage.
I managed to follow them to some
disused warehouses in Kilburn.
Then I lost them.
Where is this place?
Er, just north of the high road.
Er, Blackbird Lane.
Aleksey.
Why on earth are we meeting here?
What's going on?
I'm sorry.
What have you done, Aleksey?
Police!
Place your weapon on the ground.
We have uniform on their way.
Soon this whole place will be surrounded.
So, I will say this only once more.
Put down your weapon!
God.
Aaargh...
Argh.
Put your weapon on the ground...
now!
There's no need to shout, Inspector.
We'll gladly do as you ask.
I told you to wait in the carriage.
I did, until I heard gunfire.
Who are you?
British Intelligence,
for Her Majesty's Government.
My codename is the Governess.
I work for the Queen's Department, Level Three.
As I am sure you are aware, there are many divisions
in the British Security Service.
QD3 is the least-known.
Some may say the, er, murkiest of them all.
And you've been monitoring the Police Commissioner?
We became aware of the Russians' attempt to groom him.
They put an agent, the young Aleksey, in his path.
His job was to find the security arrangements
on the new Royal Naval ship being built.
At Deptford Docks?
Precisely.
It's the Navy's technical advancements
in particular the Russians are after.
And, er, well...
Commissioner Fitzroy's a well-connected man,
not only in his position here,
but also in British government.
In particular his family connection
as cousin to the Foreign Secretary.
Was it his intention to work with the Russians?
Oh, good God, no.
The man was oblivious to the fact
he was being played.
But...that all came to a head when the Russians
discovered their operation had been breached...
by Miss Scarlet here.
At that point the Commissioner's days were numbered.
Oh.
These belong to Detective Fitzroy.
He was being trailed to see if he was involved
or aware of his father's activities.
Unfortunately for him,
he turned out to be a rather astute detective,
and realized he was being followed.
My men had no choice but to cover their tracks,
and make it look like a robbery.
Detective Fitzroy made the mistake
in fighting back.
I, er...do...apologize for his entanglement.
Entanglement?
He was beaten to a pulp.
Hmm.
What I have told you here today
must remain in the strictest of confidence.
If there is a leak...
I cannot promise there will not be repercussions.
No-one is immune.
And it will be out of my hands, I'm afraid.
What of the Commissioner?
Hmm.
He'll retire,
live out the rest of his life
quietly in the countryside.
The last thing he wants is the world to know
what he's got tied up in.
Least of all his family.
Good day, gentlemen.
Miss Scarlet.
Miss Scott.
Right, I'm off too,
head to the hospital, check on his lordship.
Detective Phelps?
That was good work.
Thank you, skipper.
Drink?
Make it a double.
Have you encountered someone like her before?
Like the Governess? Never.
It doesn't surprise me that there are female spies
working for the government, but...
to hold such a position of authority.
An impressive woman indeed.
Good day.
It is with great honor
and much unbound joy,
that I now raise a glass
to my beautiful wife.
- To Ivy Elizabeth Potts. - To Ivy.
To Ivy!
Ooh.
How are you, Oliver?
A great deal better, thank you.
And even more so after speaking to my mother this morning.
My father has decided to leave the police force
and retire to our country home in Surrey.
It is most welcome news.
He won't be breathing down my neck all the time.
That is welcome news.
That's your third glass?
Oh well, who's counting?
When I met Clarence, Oliver, he was teetotal.
Oh, our Miss Scarlet has turned you to drink.
Let's just say working with her,
there's never a dull moment.
This champagne is quite exquisite,
- it cost a pretty penny, I bet. - Well, I'm paying for it,
so you can put it on the ledger, Clarence.
Here you go, your Highness.
Thank you, Charlie.
I can see Detective Phelps is looking after you?
Oh, he's got me running around like a blue-arsed fly.
Inspector Blake lent me his carriage.
Each morning, Charlie collects me and takes me to work.
I've told him I'm perfectly capable
and don't need assistance.
Oh, hark as his lordship here.
I'm not assisting ya.
All I care about is a free ride to work.
Speaking of Inspector Blake,
I assumed he'd be invited?
Indeed, he was, but his daughter was unwell,
nothing serious, just a cold.
But he still sent his carriage to bring me here.
Ha, ha, he's quite the gentleman, isn't he?
He certainly is.
Everybody got a drink?
Thank you, yes.
We must be on our way.
Margate awaits.
We do not want to miss the train.
Barnabus, if we leave now,
we're going to be an hour early.
Better three hours too soon
than one minute too late, my dear.
Mr. Potts is right, Ivy.
Well, surely you must now call him Barnabus,
mustn't she, Barnabus?
Hmm?
Yes, of course.
Well then...Barnabus.
Barnabus.
Hmm.
Oh, thank you.
Thank you.
I'll send you a postcard.
Please do.
Inspector Blake.
Miss Scarlet?
I'm sorry to disturb you,
but I heard that Sophia was unwell.
And, er, well, since you couldn't come to the wedding,
I've brought her and...you some wedding cake.
You came all the way across town to bring...wedding cake?
Erm...
Yes.
How's Sophia feeling?
Better.
That's very kind, thank you.
Well...
erm...uh, good day, Inspector Blake.
Miss Scarlet.
Miss Scarlet?
- Would you like to come in? - Yes.
I'd like that, very much.