♪ ♪ MRS. PARKER: Chasing criminals is no job for a lady.
It should be left to the police.
ELIZA: If I'm to make a name for myself, I need as much experience as possible.
WILLIAM: Being a detective is a job for a man.
And yet u do it every day, William.
DR. MOORHOUSE: What happens when you catch your villain?
Do you hit the scoundrel with your purse?
(grunts, gun fires) Trust me, I know what I'm doin ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) (people talking in distance) (running footsteps approaching) (horse nickers) (hoofbeats clomping, horse nickers) ♪ ♪ (people shouting in distance) ♪ ♪ (footsteps approaching) Did you call the police?
No, only you, like you said.
(coins jingling) ♪ ♪ (hoofbeats clomping, horse whinnies in distance) (footsteps descending) (footsteps descending slowly) ♪ ♪ Keep watch.
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (horse nickers) ♪ ♪ Thief!
(grunts) I'm no thief!
I'm a private detective!
Yeah... (grunts) And I'm a High Court judge!
Can we not discuss this in a more civilized manner?
(Delilah screams) I will gladly return your eye.
(Delilah shrieks) (object bangs) (Eliza gasping) (horses whinnying, stomping in stalls) ♪ ♪ I wanted dead, not drunk.
Next time, check for a pulse first.
(birds twittering, bell tolling in distance) ♪ ♪ (horse nickers) ♪ ♪ (key clatters on table, Eliza removes gloves) ♪ ♪ (gasps softly) Ah, Mrs. Parker, Mr. Parker.
I was not expecting your delightful company.
We came to see your father, but found neither he nor you at home.
Is it something I could help with?
It is a question Rupert wishes to ask your father.
My father's working.
You appear rather ruffled, Miss Scarlet.
Are you quite well?
Uh, very, thank you, Mrs. Parker.
It's, um, due to nothing more than a... brisk morning walk.
The streets of London are not what they once were.
If a lady must walk, she should be in the company of a gentleman to protect her.
(softly): Uh, I, I would not want to put you to any more trouble, Miss Scarlet.
Speak up, Rupert!
(softly): I would not want... (forcefully): I will take more tea.
Rupert will not.
RUPERT: Thank you.
The city has changed since I was a girl.
The crime, the filth, a general miasma of loose morality.
And those contraptions, what are they called?
Is, is it bicycles, Mother?
I see young ladies riding those things, brazen as you like.
Oh, I agree.
A lady should always act like a lady.
♪ ♪ Milk and sugar?
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ELIZA: Well, thank you for your visit.
It has been most enjoyable.
We will call again on Tuesday.
Please ensure your father is present.
Rupert is extremely keen to speak with him, and then, of course, to you.
I will do what I can, Mrs. Parker, but my... My father is a very busy man.
Chasing criminals is no job for a gentleman.
It should be left to the police.
Ivy, could you see Mrs. Parker and her son out, please?
Come along, Rupert!
Thank you for your time.
(door opens, footsteps retreating) (groans, door closes) Why do you do these things?
Please, please, do not tell Father.
Ivy, if I can show him my skill and ability...
He will never allow you to work with him.
Now, stay still.
(door opens) You took your time, girl!
(sighs) And where's the pork?!
KITTY: That miser Mr. Meekins refused to sell any to me.
Said our account is overdue.
Said no more deliveries till we settle it.
Shouted at me in front of the whole store.
That cannot be right.
(quietly): The coalman and the baker need paying, too.
(exhales) (people talking in background) ♪ ♪ Guten Morgen, Fräulein Scarlet!
Good morning, Herr Hildegard.
Have you, um, have you seen my father?
Not for a few days.
But then I have been rushed off my feet.
People have been dropping like flies this week.
Sad, of course, but very good for business.
I, I am so sorry for your loss.
Please, follow me.
(speaking indistinctly) ♪ ♪ Father?
(exhales) ♪ ♪ (kicks bottle) (exhales) ♪ ♪ (people talking outside) ♪ ♪ (sighs) (man shouting, horse nickers) (train whistle blowing) (knock at door) Yeah?
(whispering): Duke, Miss Scarlet is here.
Tell her I'm in a meeting.
She said you'd say that.
Which is why she insisted on waiting outside your door.
I think she heard this exchange.
(out loud): She did hear this exchange.
(footsteps approaching) William.
(door closes) To what do I... owe this pleasure?
It's my father.
He didn't come home last night.
Henry is a grown man and I'm sure working one of his cases, so...
If you'll excuse me, I must get back to ensuring the streets of London are safe for ladies such as yourself.
(chuckles) Wherever Henry is, he's perfectly capable of looking after himself.
Let's not forget that he is a highly trained police officer.
A retired police officer who is meant to be running his own business, not drinking away the profits.
Ah, so this is more about money rather than daughterly love.
My household is reliant on my father.
But we both know that's something that you're working on.
I know of your little hobby, paying street boys for tip-offs of crime scenes.
Being a detective is a job for a man, Eliza.
And yet you do it every day, William.
Hm, well, nice as this is, I have many cases to attend to, so...
Yes, I can see how busy you are.
You still have soap on your neck.
(sighs) An arson attack on the city's largest opium den, six schoolgirls smuggled to the Continent for brothel fodder, and a dead man floating in Regent's Park canal with his throat slit ear-to-ear.
I've seen neater cuts from a one-armed butcher.
A lady should not see such things.
And with his pocket watch still on his person, it's clearly not the work of a common thief.
I would say it's a crime of passion by a scorned woman.
Since the rash on the soles of his feet suggest latter stage of syphilis.
His mistress, perhaps.
But more likely his wife.
Of course, I'm sure you've already considered this.
Of course I have.
Good day, William.
Bring in the wife for questioning.
♪ ♪ Mr. Scarlet is in the drawing room.
Father... Oh, Lizzie, uh...
This is Dr. Edwards.
He found Mr. Scarlet collapsed on the street and brought him home.
ELIZA: Thank you, Doctor.
My father's been drinking excessively of late.
Fetch some strong coffee.
He's not drunk.
He's had a cardiac arrest.
I am sorry to say he has passed.
(gasping) VICAR: Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me.
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me, and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
(exhales) ♪ ♪ (weeping quietly) ♪ ♪ WILLIAM: Eliza...
Your father wasn't just my mentor, he was my dear friend.
And over the years, we talked sometimes about him losing your mother.
(sniffles) He hoped that time would give him some distance from her memory, but... (exhales): I think that the opposite was true.
The older he got, the more he missed her.
What I'm, what I'm trying to say is, it might help you to think of them as reunited.
I miss her as much as he did.
And now he's left me completely alone.
♪ ♪ (exhales) ♪ ♪ (horse clopping) (door opens) There is a man here asking for your father.
I didn't know what to say.
Send him in.
This way, please, sir.
(sniffs) Good afternoon, Mr.... Winters.
I believe you wish to see my, my father.
I'm afraid to say that... Do not tell me he is not here, either.
I waited a full hour outside of his office, but he did not turn up for our appointment!
Well, it is no matter.
I am sure there are many private detectives in this city who would like to take my money.
Good day, Miss Scarlet.
(quickly): My father is working an extremely high-profile case.
But I'm, I'm sure he would want me to take the details of your case to pass onto him.
I'm not at ease discussing my business with a lady.
I, I do understand, but, um... Let me assure you I will simply pass the information on to my father.
I have discovered I am in poor health.
I am not sure how much longer I have left.
As such, I wish to be reunited with my niece, Clara Simms.
Her parents are deceased, so I raised Clara alone.
I did not approve of her marriage choice.
The man was a scoundrel.
So they eloped and I have not seen her since.
The last I heard, she was working in that cesspit that is Soho.
I dread to think how she is making ends meet.
You must feel extremely distressed.
How I feel is irrelevant.
A man would not ask such a question.
Tell Mr. Scarlet I am staying at the Cavendish Hotel and that I expect to see him tomorrow morning at 10:00 to discuss this further.
(door opens, closes) ♪ ♪ Now, as you can see, Lizzie, our friend here is already waking up.
However, if we had added two more drops of chloroform, what would have been the outcome?
Um, difficulty breathing, paralysis, and possibly death.
And if a criminal wished to be more surreptitious in their poisoning, what might they choose?
A tincture of laudanum, which, if taken in a large enough dose, could render the victim unconscious.
And if death is the aim?
Arsenic, which is undetectable.
Unless one uses the Marsh test, developed by James Marsh in 1836.
(chuckles softly) (laughs) I think we should give our friend a name.
How about... Miss Dawkins?
After my teacher?
All God's creatures deserve a name, my girl.
And you can't deny the similarities.
(laughs) Hello, there we go.
(frog croaks) (laughing): Whoa!
Oh, Miss Dawkins has escaped!
HENRY (laughing): Get it!
♪ ♪ (exhales) Dinner is ready, miss.
I don't want any dinner.
But I do want you to fetch me a cab.
KITTY: But the sun is going down.
You cannot go out alone.
What'll people think?
Let them think what they like.
I've set the table in the dining room, but would you rather eat with us?
What's going on?
Miss Scarlet is going out.
I said go and get me a cab, Kitty.
You can't go out alone, it will be dark soon.
Kitty, do not move.
Oh, you're going to find that gentleman's niece.
You should not be doing this.
And you should not be listening at doors.
I shall get my own cab.
Eliza... (footsteps stop) This is not the time to fulfill your ambition.
Word will soon spread that my father has died, and any day now, all our accounts will be called in.
If I don't take this case, someone else will.
This isn't about ambition, Ivy, this is about money.
I know what I'm doing.
(sighs) (people talking in background) ♪ ♪ GEORGIE: Hello, miss.
Are you sure he'll know where she is?
The Padre knows everyone, miss.
♪ ♪ PADRE: Behold, the day of the Lord cometh, cruel both with wrath and fierce anger, to lay the land desolate where He shall destroy the sinner!
Padre, this is the lady I was telling you about.
PADRE: And Babylon, the glory of kingdoms, shall be as when God overthrew Sodom and Gomorrah.
She needs to find this lady, Clara Simms.
(horse nickers) When I am in need, I turn to Moses.
So you do not know her?
Trust in Moses.
♪ ♪ And God overthrew Sodom and... You little git!
(people laughing) (piano playing vaudeville music) PADRE: And Babylon... (people talking loudly, laughing) (piano continues) (people talking loudly) (man shouting, people laughing) Get your hands off me!
(man falls to floor, people laugh) (lively conversations and music continue) Excuse me.
Don't I know you?
(chuckling): I don't think so.
I never forget a face.
In that case... Do you recognize this woman?
(coins jingle) (lively conversations and music continue) (coins jingling above) (piano continues) You're on in five minutes, ladies!
WOMAN: Yeah, all right!
Get a move on or you'll feel my boot up your arse!
WOMAN: Don't have to shout.
(women laughing) (door closes) (people talking in background) (knocking) MOSES: Go away!
(hinges creak) Mr. Moses, isn't it?
I'm Miss Scarlet.
I'm looking for a chorus girl-- Clara Simms?
I'm a private detective hired to find her.
(laughs) It's my job to protect the girls from punters who step out of line.
It is not my job to have some silly tart playing private detective.
Am I to understand that you do not wish to earn money in return for some basic information?
♪ ♪ Money first.
(coins jingling) What?
Now get out.
Surely we can come to an arrangement that will benefit us both.
(snaps pouch shut, coins jingling) You're not my type, girl.
You're too skinny.
I was not suggesting anything untoward.
Then again... How about I show you what us skinny girls can do, Mr. Moses?
It's just Moses.
And you're still not getting your money back.
Yes, I am.
(handcuffs snap shut) Bitch!
Give me back my purse!
Come here and get it!
(breathing heavily) (handcuffs rattling) ♪ ♪ (rattling continues) Turpentine really is a painter's best friend.
Not only is it an excellent paint thinner, it's simply marvelous at cleaning brushes, too.
It's also... highly flammable.
You would not dare.
When it's lit, it produces smoke of such thick black soot that it will suffocate the airways within moments.
It's a grisly, painful death, make no mistake.
Now... Are you going to give me back my purse or not?
♪ ♪ (coins jingling, purse drops loudly) Thank you.
You do know that when I am free of these cuffs, I will hunt you down and I will kill you.
(chuckling): A man that drinks as much as you is too lazy to hunt anything down.
(laughs) I think I like you.
Now tell me where Clara Simms is, or I will burn this place to the ground with you in it.
(woman laughing, talking loudly) (people talking excitedly, woman cackling) (crowd marveling, laughing) (laughter continues) (piano playing in background) (people gasping, applauding) You drunken fool, you could have killed me!
(glass shatters) ELIZA: May I speak with you?
I'm here on behalf of your uncle, Alfred Winters.
ELIZA (voiceover): Your uncle's ill.
He's quite ill.
I don't know how much time he has left.
A lady detective.
What reason would you want to be such a thing?
When you've had as many people as I telling you what you can and cannot be, that's reason enough.
(people talking in background) (coughs) (laughs) Now... Will you let me reunite you with your uncle?
(objects banging) MAN: Coppers!
(whistle blowing) CONSTABLE: Do not move!
And let it be understood that under the 1869... What's going on?
...Contagious Disease Act... ELIZA: Let her go!
Get your hands off me!
Don't touch me!
CONSTABLE: ...all prostitutes will be examined... Let go of me!
...for venereal disease.
(glass shatters, Eliza grunts) During examination... CLARA: No!
Get off me!
...anyone found to be infected with such diseases can be imprisoned... (Clara yelling) (officer groaning) Where are you taking me?!
I demand... (stammering): ...for up to one year.
(door opens) ELIZA: Get your hands off me!
I am not a prostitute!
Please, please... You're making a mistake.
I... please... (clicking locks, Eliza grunts) (locking continues, breathing heavily) I am the favored whore of Detective Inspector Wellington of Scotland Yard.
And if you lay one finger on me, you will be in his cells by the end of the night.
(breathing heavily) I had no idea that one chaste kiss when we were children put you in position of my "favored whore."
I had to think of something.
And spreading rumors that I am a whoremonger was just the ticket?
They didn't need much convincing.
Your reputation precedes you.
Do you wish to speak of reputation?
Because yours is, I believe, hanging by a thread.
I could sit here and tell you repeatedly to stay out of this business, but I fear that it would fall on deaf ears.
You are the most stubborn woman that I have ever met.
And you have met a few, have you not?
I would love to sit here and reminisce, but it's 2:00 in the morning.
And I have some whoring to do.
Stop it, William.
And that was no chaste kiss, and we were not children.
You took advantage of my situation then, as you do now.
I was 19, Eliza.
You were 16 and sobbing into my arms over your dead poodle.
What was a boy to think?
Skip was a Jack Russell.
And you were instructed by my father to look after me.
I did look after you.
You kissed me.
I seem to remember you liked it.
And I seem to remember that I slapped your face.
That's not the way out.
(cell door shuts, keys jingling) (key turning) My father's just died and this is how you treat me.
It is for Henry that I do this.
♪ ♪ (door closes, man shouting) ♪ ♪ (horse nickers) ♪ ♪ (horse nickers) ♪ ♪ (people talking in background) WINTERS: Miss Scarlet?
Oh, good morning, Mr. Winters.
I was not expecting you.
I know I said my father would be here, but let me assure you at this very moment, he is tying up his high-level case just so that he can give yours his full attention.
I was not expecting you because I know that your father is dead.
It was in the obituaries this morning.
You have lied to me, Miss Scarlet.
And the only reason I am not informing the police is that I assume your father's death has affected your health.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm already late for my appointment with Gill & Son.
ELIZA: You've given your case to Gill & Son?
They will take your money on a daily rate and not even look at your case for at least a week.
They are crooks.
As opposed to what?
A woman who tells me her father is alive when he's six feet underground?
Your niece has different-colored eyes.
A detail you omitted to tell me.
You have found Clara?
If you will agree to my seeing this case through, I will have you reunited with her as soon as I can.
Oh, where is she?
I am afraid I cannot divulge that at this time.
What kind of woman keeps an uncle from his niece?
A businesswoman, Mr. Winters.
And if you wish to see your niece, you will pay me 50% of the fee now and 50% when reunited with her.
And on the subject of my fee, it's gone up.
♪ ♪ (horse nickers) That policeman won't forget you in a hurry.
That was a well-placed kick.
I have been mistaken for a whore once before and determined never to go through that humiliation again.
And you, Miss Scarlet?
Did they... (exhales) After what happened last night, surely we are well enough acquainted to use our Christian names.
I wish to see my uncle.
But you cannot see him looking like that.
(chuckles) CLARA (voiceover): My uncle was right about my husband.
Joseph was just a traveling actor looking for a wife with a fat dowry.
When your uncle disowned you, he did not receive it?
Which is when he showed his true colors.
Womanizing, drinking... A disappointment.
It was not all his fault.
Joseph's life had been colored by tragedy.
He was on the Princess Alice.
Never did the Thames see such a crash.
He watched his first wife drown amongst those poor 600 souls.
It was his heartbreak that drew me to him in the first place.
(knock at door) And here is your uncle now.
Mr. Winters, thank you for your prompt response to my message.
My dear Clara.
♪ ♪ He is not my uncle.
He's my husband.
♪ ♪ Hm.
(in deeper voice): I'm sorry to say that... your uncle died last month.
I was notified just last week.
It was just a shame that you were not with me to hear the news.
He's left a fine estate, and I will move in and look after it.
That is my inheritance, Joseph.
Unfortunately, you'll be somewhat incapacitated, my love.
A wife who runs away to become a whore?
(inhales slowly) (unfolds paper): "Moral insanity" is the official term, according to my doctor's certificate.
(snatches paper) Nothing that a spell in the asylum cannot cure.
♪ ♪ Boys?
ELIZA: No... No!
Let go of me.
CLARA: Let go of me!
I hope the money was worth it!
ELIZA: I swear I did not know.
I promise, I will get you out, Clara!
CLARA: Get off of me!
It is cruel to make promises you cannot keep.
I'm the only one who can decide when she comes out again.
You cannot do this.
I'm her husband, so...
I think you'll find I can.
(coins jingling) Excellent work, Miss Scarlet.
(footsteps retreating, Eliza inhales) (coins jingling) ♪ ♪ HENRY (voiceover): I'm running out of schools to send you to, Lizzie.
It was Arabella Herbert that started it.
That is not what your teacher said.
Miss Dawkins is a witch.
Of course she'd blame me-- Arabella's her pet.
What happened exactly?
One of the girls asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, and I told them a police officer.
That's when Arabella said... What?
(softly): She said I would be nothing except a motherless pig.
(exhales) This is my fault.
I have filled your head with fanciful ideas, and it is time for me to stop.
You're old enough now to understand that women do not have the same freedom as men.
It's just the way the world is.
Then I will change it!
You're not a child anymore!
You are a young lady, and your mother would want me to raise you as such.
This talk of police work has to stop!
It will do you no good, do you understand, Lizzie?
No tears or there will be no supper.
You always say that, and there always is.
(sighs) (fire crackling) Kitty!
Fetch me a cab!
ELIZA (voiceover): That poor woman is in the very bowels of hell in that place.
You have to help me get her out, William.
I know I have been a fool, but out of the respect for your friendship with my father, please find it in your heart not to be angry with me.
(places glass down firmly): Anger doesn't begin to describe what I'm feeling.
You put yourself in grave danger.
Simms is a well-seasoned criminal.
He has a prison record as long as your arm.
Then arrest him!
A man with his background should have no right to put their wife in the asylum.
Do you know so little of the world?
He is now a wealthy landowner.
With his wife committed, he has full control of her inheritance.
No court in the land would touch him.
Maybe I could see his file.
There might be something, anything...
This mess is a result of your dabbling in men's affairs!
Now you must stop this nonsense!
You're right, William.
I am a silly woman.
My father would be so disappointed in me.
(more softly): Now, no, he...
He would not be disappointed, merely worried, as I am.
I'm sorry for involving you in my stupidity.
♪ ♪ I'm feeling a little faint.
Maybe you could get me some salts?
(sighs) Of course.
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (sighs) (horse whinnying, nickers) (banging on door) WILLIAM: Eliza!
(banging continues) WILLIAM: Eliza, open this door!
(rattling doorknob): Eliza!
Open this door now!
(people talking in background) Eliza!
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (horse nickers) (bell tolling in distance) (closes pocket watch) (lock turning, door opens) ♪ ♪ How did you get in here?
One of the maids owed me a favor.
Well... We'll see what the hotel manager has to say about that.
Oh, well, he was the one who told her to give me the key.
In exchange for me not telling his wife that they're having an affair.
(chuckles humorlessly) I have a train to catch, so, um, if you'll excuse me.
You lied to Clara.
(closes door): Your first wife, Beatrice Simms, was on the Princess Alice when it sunk, but you were not.
You were in prison.
And according to your status on your prison records, still married when you left two months later.
The record wasn't amended to widower.
You said yourself my first wife died in the crash.
I said she was on the steamer.
But she did not die.
♪ ♪ My father kept cuttings of any incidents on the Thames.
Many of his cases were regarding missing persons, and here is the list of survivors.
Among them one Beatrice Simms.
You are a bigamist, Mr. Simms.
Your marriage to Clara was not legally binding.
You have no marital rights over her or her inheritance.
(papers rustling) And to whom have you shared this fairy tale?
(papers rustling) I assume no one.
(clears throat) Since no one is going to take a woman detective seriously.
ELIZA: On the contrary.
I have a close working relationship with Detective Inspector Wellington of Scotland Yard.
In fact, he and his officers are waiting downstairs in reception.
♪ ♪ There are no police wagons.
They didn't want to alarm the hotel guests.
Their wagons are around the back.
I think you're lying.
It's interesting that you've chosen strangulation as your means to kill me, since that it requires a great deal of strength, and strength is something that is leaving your body as every second ticks by.
What are you talking about?
The maid that owed me a favor.
Not only did she give me your key, she kindly allowed me to make your coffee.
It's surprising how little laudanum it takes to knock a man of your size unconscious.
You are lying.
No, I'm not.
(grunts) (exhales) (sighs loudly) Not about that part, anyway.
♪ ♪ The next time you steal police property, or indeed poison someone, I shall have no choice but to arrest you.
A little laudanum never hurt anyone.
He was unconscious for over an hour, Eliza.
And it's a good job, too, since you took so long to arrive.
I have work to do.
Thank you, William.
♪ ♪ (door opening, hinges squeaking) (sighs, door closes and latches) (exhales) ♪ ♪ (birds twittering) (door opens) I'm sorry to be so late for dinner.
I was taking my client to the train station.
A young lady speaking of clients.
It's not right.
Clara Simms returns to her home an independent, wealthy young woman.
Are you not the smallest bit proud of me?
I am always proud of you.
Now, you have a visitor.
(whispering): A Mr. Parker.
(aloud): The sooner your mother's wedding ring is on that finger, the better.
Now go and put that poor man out of his misery and accept his proposal.
There's nothing poor about Rupert Parker.
His family own half the street.
(sighs) Mr. Parker, what a delightful surprise.
Miss Scarlet, uh... Now that your father has passed, I hope that I can be of service to you at this difficult time.
That's very kind.
I have come to ask you for...
I have come to ask for your forgiveness.
I cannot marry you, and I know you would be disappointed, and for that I am sorry, but it is my mother who wishes us to be married, not I.
Well, uh... A proposal from a man such as yourself was in... Was indeed tempting.
That is what Mother said.
I knew all the other ladies I was forced to propose to would say no, but you, Mother was convinced you would say yes, due to your situation.
The burden of your financial insecurities.
No, Miss Scarlet, no.
Please do not, do not be offended.
It is not you in particular.
In, in fact, you, you are by far the most... (gulps) Agreeable of all those I proposed... (laughs) No...
The simple fact is, I have still so much to see of the world.
I have still so much to do, and as yet, I have seen and I have done very little.
I am, I am not ready to be married.
I, I am not ready to be married!
Then that makes two of us, Mr. Parker.
Mother will be so angry.
She thinks it wrong that I remain unmarried.
Well, then, tell her that it was I that turned you down.
You'd do that for me?
That is... most kind.
I only wish I was there to see her face.
(laughs): Yes-- ah!
(chuckles) (clears throat) If there is anything I can ever help you with-- anything at all-- please do not hesitate to ask.
As you know, Miss Scarlet, I'm...
I'm a very wealthy man.
♪ ♪ (hoofbeats clomping, horse whinnying) (hammering) (hammering continues) Undeterred as ever, I see.
I'm only surprised you haven't changed the name to your own.
"Miss" above the door?
That would be a sure way never to have any clients.
(hammering continues) (door closes) I do hope you're not overstretching yourself.
On the contrary, the fee I earned from Joseph Simms allowed me to pay my father's debts.
New desk, new drapes-- that must have cost a bit.
Well, let's just say it's a... a loan from a keen investor.
(chuckles) Well, I should get back to work.
I have a desk covered in cases that urgently need my attention.
I was meaning to ask, your man with the slit throat.
It was the wife.
So I was right?
I, I admit that I did miss the signs of syphilis.
But that was only because I had not given the case my full attention yet.
Of course, of course.
But maybe I could help with other cases in the future.
Good day, Eliza.
Good day, William.
(door closes) HENRY: So you're really going to do this?
Do you disapprove, Papa?
Oh, what difference does it make?
You never listened to me anyway.
(chuckles) Looks a bit different in here.
I like it.
But that needs straightening.
(laughs) Anything else?
Not for the moment, but I'm sure I'll think of something.
My clever girl.
♪ ♪ What will I do without you, Papa?
(sighs) ♪ ♪ (sniffles) (exhales) (click) ♪ ♪ (coins jingling) GIRL: Who are you?
This is my line of work, not yours.
If I'm to make a name for myself, I need as much experience of crime scenes as possible.
(screams) CORONER: In all my years, I've never allowed a lady into this room.
I do not want to die, Mr. Moses.
It's just Moses.
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