♪ ♪ Inspector Wellington-- how have you found him recently?

I'm concerned about him.

(people clamoring in background) You need to rest.

Sleep is a luxury that I don't have at the moment.

Are you free to dine tomorrow evening?

Tomorrow evening it is, then.

WILLIAM: Police!

Put down your weapons!

I said put them down, now!

(men shouting) (guns firing, glass shatters) It's Inspector Wellington.

He's been shot.

They cannot say for certain if he will survive.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpering) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ 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.

(chuckles) She seemed a little disappointed that you were, perhaps, taken.

I think you've made quite a stir amongst the nurses, William.

(exhales) ♪ ♪ 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.

(voice trembling): William.

Wake up.

Wake up!

Wake up!

WOMAN (fading in): Wake up!

I said, "Wake up!"

(at full audio): Get out of here!

Shoo!

(broom slapping) Get out of here!

Go on, bugger off!

(groaning) Bugger off.

Bugger off!

All right, all right, I'm going!

(people talking in background) ♪ ♪ 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.

Yes, darling?

WOMAN: Loaf of bread, please.

Yes, of course.

STALL KEEPER: Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

(panting) (groaning): Dear God.

(sighs) ♪ ♪ (vomits) (grunts) (coughing and retching) (panting) (people talking, dogs barking in distance) (coughs, retches) (bell ringing, people talking in background) ♪ ♪ (men fighting and shouting in distance) (grunting) (men grunting) (gasping, choking) (grunting) (gasping, choking) ♪ ♪ MAN: Morning.

WOMAN: Morning.

Morning.

What on Earth?

Lizzie!

What are you doing home?

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, whom I very much loved.

That is not the point, and you know it!

You're 16 years old, Lizzie!

It's time you grew up!

Well, if I wanted to get shouted at, I would've stayed at college.

(sighs) And I really did love that dog.

(clicks tongue, sighs) What are we going to do with you?

(sighs) God only knows what your father's going to say.

(inhales) (metal clanging, people talking in distance) (grunts softly): Is the photographer on his way?

Yes, Inspector Scarlet.

♪ ♪ I know this man.

We used to work together.

His name's, um... 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?

Yeah, your name, please?

William Wellington.

Wellington.

As in the duke?

Who?

What are they teaching you in schools 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.

(shouts): Get out of my way!

(door clangs) WILLIAM: You can't leave me in here!

I'm going to the city mortuary.

When I get back, bring him to my office.

OFFICER: Yes, sir.

(panting, kicks) (kicks, grunts) (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... MRS. PARKER: Ah!

You were correct, Rupert.

Miss Scarlet has returned.

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, and I said, "Oh, 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.

♪ ♪ HENRY: Your statement makes little sense.

All right, 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.

Well, where were you walking to, exactly, given that it's a dead end?

Hmm?

See, my guess is that you were sleeping in the alleyway.

Those aren't my things.

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.

♪ ♪ So, are you hungry or not?

♪ ♪ (exhales) Now, if you go downstairs and wait in the kitchen, I'll have my housekeeper make you some supper.

Go on.

(sighs) ♪ ♪ Lizzie.

What are you doing here?

ELIZA (in other room): Father, please calm down.

HENRY: Do not tell me to calm down.

God, you would try the patience of a saint!

ELIZA: Well, I did not ask to be sent to that place.

You have no idea what it's like.

HENRY: You are 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.

(hesitantly): Make him something to eat?

You have been attending cookery classes, have you not?

Um, 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.

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?

I'm not sure.

I shall take a look at what else I made today.

You could stop a bullet with that.

Uh, 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.

(sets cutlery down) 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.

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) IVY: Did you give him something to eat?

I tried to, but he walked out.

It wasn't my fault.

♪ ♪ IVY: That bad, is it?

What?

You only do chores when you're feeling guilty.

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.

Did you speak to him?

Sit down, Lizzie.

(exhales) Things are hard for him at the moment.

The money that your mother left, it's running out.

And this house is expensive to keep.

He's a proud man, and he'll 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?

(knock at door) Oh, we're not expecting any visitors, are we?

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.

But I have received a note from him saying he wishes to take me up on my kind offer.

♪ ♪ (people talking in background, carriages passing) ♪ ♪ MAN: Excuse me?

Sorry.

♪ ♪ (footsteps stop) HENRY: I'll take that, thank you.

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 pickpocketing 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 400 miles just to be a pickpocket.

You saw the murder take place, didn't you?

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, and... 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 20 times about the livor mortis.

The postmortem 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.

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...

Someday, you will be married.

And your husband must feel confident in your ability to run a household.

(clock chiming) 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 the crime scene can help trigger memories we didn't know we had.

So, you said you were sat down.

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, 20, 21, 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, can you describe the attacker?

Fair hair.

Uh, tall, perhaps six feet.

And rich-looking.

Fancy clothes.

What else?

WILLIAM: As he was strangling him, he knelt down and whispered something.

(whispering) 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.

(chuckles) Oh, but I fear I have been talking too long.

Let us learn more about our Miss Scarlet.

Tell me about yourself, my dear.

MRS. PARKER: Miss Scarlet has a number of interests, including embroidery and watercolors.

HARPER JONES: 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.

(women chuckling) 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 8:00.

Marvelous.

Marvelous.

Marvelous.

It wasn't any of these.

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?

Signed up on November 10, 1848.

So that's 23?

Ooh, God, no.

24 years ago.

Tempus fugit.

What?

Time flies.

I joined the same week as Arthur, our murder victim.

You were friends?

Mmm, you know, for a while.

I just don't think this place was really for him.

He left to become a private detective.

(inhales deeply, moans) (sighs) Where did you sleep last night?

I don't know, it was 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 gonna stay, you're gonna have to clean yourself up a bit, I mean, my housekeeper's gonna have a fit if you lie on her sheets like that.

(chuckles) There's a public washhouse 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 on the way to the washhouse.

(coins clinking) Uh, McKenzie's.

See what you can get for that.

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.

♪ ♪ (coins jingling) (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?

(scissors snip) Done.

Now, will you please stop growing, young lady?

Oh, Lizzie.

You look beautiful.

I can see your mother in you, I really can.

(clicks tongue): Oh.

Course, your mother used to smile more.

(knock at door) I'll get that.

You can tidy up in here.

Put everything back in the sewing box.

Uh, neatly, please.

(footsteps retreating, Ivy clears throat) (room door closes) (house door opens) (house door closes) IVY (in distance): You're William?

Mr. Scarlet said to expect you.

Come on in.

It's cold out there-- you'll catch your death.

I've made up the spare room.

Do you have any other belongings?

WILLIAM: No, it's just me.

IVY: Well, if there's anything else you need, just let me know.

WILLIAM: That's very kind of you-- I will.

IVY: Are you hungry?

Would you like something to eat?

Yes, please-- thank you.

Hello, again.

Hello.

Get yourself downstairs to the kitchen.

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.

♪ ♪ (sighs contentedly) Mr. Wellington.

It's William.

(chuckles): 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.

(chuckles) 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.

My father has opened his house to you.

Refusing this kind of invitation is not the done thing.

Mm.

I don't care about the done thing.

Fine.

You are a very rude young man.

I will tell my father as much.

♪ ♪ (sighs) Mr. Parker.

Miss Scarlet.

WILLIAM: Wait!

♪ ♪ William.

Shall we?

DRIVER: Whoa, there, whoa.

(music playing inside) Good evening, sir.

(people talking in background) SERVANT: Thank you, sir.

(piano playing) (piano stops, Harper Jones talking softly) Thank you.

(piano resumes) (people talking in background) 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.

Thank you.

Of course.

(piano continues) What exactly is going on?

Very well.

I may have brought you here under slight false pretenses.

(exhales) Mr. Parker's mother owns the leasehold to our property.

Hm.

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 always keep to your word.

Always.

(William laughs) (men laughing) Slàinte.

Cheers.

(piano playing, people talking and laughing) So... What exactly are you doing with my father, anyway?

He said you'd ask that, and he said not to tell you.

Hm.

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-ah-pay."

Can of peas?

No, it... (stammers): Are you teasing me?

(chuckles): Yes.

(laughs) ELIZA: Well, there should be a waiter somewhere.

I'll see if I can catch his eye.

Eliza... ELIZA: Just be patient.

(softly): 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.

Cheers.

MAN: Cheers!

(people talking in background) 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?"

Well, 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 inquiries 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.

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.

(men laughing) (both laugh) 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.

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.

(chuckles) A pleasure speaking to you.

♪ ♪ (sighs) Thomas Harper Jones, son of Lady Harper Jones and quite the most obnoxious man I've ever met.

What, 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... (exhales) ...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?

♪ ♪ For God's sakes, Lizzie, what were you thinking?

It was my fault-- I wanted to find out his name.

IVY: 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 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 going to...

Yes, I do.

(sighs) It's late.

We will talk of this tomorrow.

Go with Ivy-- she'll show you to your room.

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.

♪ ♪ Life's hard enough already, Lizzie.

Don't get involved with this.

Please.

(door opens) ♪ ♪ Good day, Mrs. Parker!

Good morning.

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.

Speaking of which, I wondered if I might be so bold as to make a suggestion.

Oh.

MRS. PARKER: 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.

(chuckles) Do please follow me.

MRS. PARKER: Thank you.

LADY HARPER JONES: What a charming young lady.

MRS. PARKER: Isn't she?

♪ ♪ (people talking in background, horses passing) 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.

♪ ♪ THOMAS: Pickpockets?

That's news to me.

(sips audibly) 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, uh, two days ago.

Early evening, about 6:00.

Were you, uh, 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 Gray's Inn Road.

I was there all night and saw nothing untoward upon my arrival or my exit.

Very glad to hear it.

(softly): The, um, 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?

Mm.

Mr. Arthur Wallis-- good man.

Former police officer.

(exhales) ♪ ♪ (men talking and laughing in background) 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.

(both chuckle) ♪ ♪ 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.

Forgive me, I was merely curious.

The study of human nature is something of a hobby of mine.

Hm.

ANNIE: Madam, your appointment.

Oh, of course-- thank you, Annie.

Oh, ladies, I'm afraid you must excuse me.

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.

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 he and Thomas had cross words, and he left the very next morning.

They had cross words?

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.

(coins clinking) Where might I find him?

I was their driver for years-- whole family.

Jonathan Harper Jones, Thomas's father, he was a good man.

Unlike his son.

I've known Thomas since he was a boy.

You could tell he was a wrong 'un.

Everyone knew it.

As I understand it, the two of you had cross words about something.

(chuckles): 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 Samson-- 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.

He 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 Samson, he had, he had to be destroyed.

That's when I knew I couldn't work for him no longer.

You believe he hit something with the carriage?

Or someone.

♪ ♪ You say this was a few weeks ago.

When, exactly?

(gasps) What on Earth are you doing?

Don't worry, I'll, I'll clean it up.

You most certainly will, young 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.

And did you know, many crimes are reported to journalists before the police?

Do you know that you've a piece of moldy bread in your hair?

I've searched the house and couldn't find any old papers anywhere.

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.

♪ ♪ (talking in background) 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.

What on Earth...?

What has she done now?

What is it?

"Meet me here.

Lizzie."

Where, exactly?

(exhales) DRIVER: Whoa!

Here we go.

♪ ♪ 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?

Hm.

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?

MRS. SAMARIS: Yes.

He gave a description to the police, but they didn't do anything.

(Mr. Samaris speaking Turkish) He says, "This is the man in the photograph."

This photograph.

MR. SAMARIS: Yeah.

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.

♪ ♪ (exhales) My clever girl.

♪ ♪ THOMAS: Five guineas he tried to charge me.

(men mutter) So I said to him, "Do you have any idea who my family is?"

(laughs) Well, that shut him up.

Thomas Harper Jones?

What is it now?

I have a few more questions for you.

Well, it's not a convenient time.

This is not a request.

♪ ♪ (footsteps approaching) Have you finished your witness statement?

Just checking for spelling mistakes.

I wish you'd been this dedicated to your schoolwork.

(chuckles) 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?

Um... Well, we'll arrange a line-up of suspects.

I'll ask William to formally... No, I mean, what now for me?

Surely this proves where my abilities lie.

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.

But your opinion remains unchanged.

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 the path that I can follow.

♪ ♪ I'm so sorry.

♪ ♪ (footsteps approaching, Eliza chuckles) Good morning.

William, good morning.

I heard you were going back to college.

I thought I'd come and say goodbye.

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.

Hm, I didn't know you had a dog.

Not anymore-- he died.

Do you mind if I carry on packing?

I have a train to catch.

No, no, carry on.

(breathes) So, I hear you found somewhere to live.

Hm, 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.

♪ ♪ You're joining the police?

I still don't know if I actually will, but they say the money's quite good.

(chuckles): God knows what I'll look like in the uniform.

♪ ♪ 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!

(punches) (crying) It's not fair, William, it's not fair.

Please, just... Stop crying.

♪ ♪ (footsteps approaching) IVY: Lizzie!

Come on, young lady!

You'll be late!

I must be going-- Miss Scarlet.

Are you all right?

(house door opens and closes) Yes-- quite well, thank you.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ William?

(groans) (laughing): William!

(groans) (laughs softly) (sighs): I need a drink.

I'll get you some water.

(exhales) I was thinking more a double whisky.

(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 you'd, if you'd just let me speak...

It's good to hear your voice, William.

It's... good indeed!

(chuckles) (sighs) Can I get you some more water?

I prefer whisky.

You're not having whisky.

Is this comfortable?

Not particularly, when you do that.

I'm sorry.

(laughs) (click) ♪ ♪ I arrived this morning to be greeted by a most pleasant surprise.

Bonjour, Eliza.

I leave you a business that is thriving and come back to find it barely surviving!

I'm in no rush to go back.

That job is everything to you.

Not everything.

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