♪ ♪ There's been a terrible mistake.

Goodness knows what Barnabus must think.

I thought we were friends.

You don't remember how you behaved toward me day after day?

We were children, Eliza.

You grassed me up to Duke!

It wasn't my intention, it just slipped out!

Good day, Mrs. Acaster.

Arabella, please.

(shakily): I will not discuss who did this, sir.

Show him how to box.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ PHELPS: So I kick down the front door and go in.

I call out, "Police, show yourself!"

Then there's this voice from upstairs.

"I'm up here.

Don't shoot!"

I say, "Well, come down, hands in the air."

The bedroom door creaks open, and this skinny old fella comes to the top of the stairs, hands in the air, naked as the day he was born.

(others laughing) Oh, I can still see it now-- I mean, I tell ya, they ain't paying me enough for this job.

Come on, Your Highness, chop-chop.

One moment, I'm calculating.

What's to calculate?

You can either go or you can't.

I'm looking at the pieces in play and working out the probabilities of what remains.

Sounds like cheating to me.

Are you trying to steal our money?

We're not playing for money.

Course we are!

Two bob a game!

These, these premises aren't licensed for gambling.

We are officers of the law!

So no one's going to arrest us, then, are they?

(others laughing) Oh, don't look so worried.

We do this all the time.

(seriously): Oh, my God.

It's the superintendent!

(others laughing) You are way too gullible for a copper, son.

Now hurry up!

One of your pieces is missing.

What?

Don't be daft.

You have only two-- you had three just a moment ago.

Where's it gone?

You better not be calling me a cheater, boy.

Perhaps it fell on the floor.

Or into your pocket.

Say that again and we'll be talking outside.

♪ ♪ I should warn you I've been training with an expert pugilist.

(laughing): An expert pugilist?

Oh, no, what am I to do?!

(grunts) (breathing heavily) (muttering) ♪ ♪ (breathing heavily) (door opens) (all laughing, cheering) ♪ ♪ Any idea what this is about?

(talking softly) PHELPS: All right, a bit of hush, please.

I said shut it!

(conversations stop) (exhales) I've just been in with the super.

Last night, he got a telegram from a nick in Manchester saying they'd arrested someone for the Stepney murders.

Duke's been sent up north for a few days to look into it.

With this weather, who knows?

It could be longer.

So, whilst he's away, I'm in charge of you sorry lot.

I want a full debrief on every active investigation and every current line of inquiry.

(taps desk): And I want them in one hour.

(others groan, mutter) Yeah, yeah, yeah, my heart bleeds.

Well, go on, then, get on with it.

Not you, Detective Fitzroy.

♪ ♪ (door closes) You're mine now, son.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (blows) ♪ ♪ (inhales, clears throat) Mr. Potts.

Good morning to you.

And to you, Miss Scarlet.

Uh, would you be so kind as to tell Miss Woods I'm here for our morning constitutional?

I'm afraid she's not at home.

Her mother was taken ill this morning and she's gone to nurse her.

Ah, I see.

Nothing serious I hope?

Just a touch of gout.

She does suffer with it so.

Ivy asked me to pass on her apologies.

Hm.

Well, if you could tell her I called and give my best.

Both to her and her mother.

Of course.

Good day, Mr. Potts.

Good day.

Thank you.

Are you going to tell me what that was about?

I've got laundry to do.

(footsteps retreating) I don't have to be at Scotland Yard for another hour.

Should I make us a cup of tea?

I'm not thirsty.

He's a good man, I just didn't want to see him today.

That's all there is to it.

Ivy?

In my day, people used to mind their own business.

They left people to deal with things in their own way.

And your way is the aggressive folding of bed linen.

When you fell over on your first day at school, you got a scab on your knee, and I said, "Leave it, don't pick at it, and it'll heal in its own time."

And what did you do?

You picked off the scab and it didn't heal for weeks.

Some things are best left alone, Lizzy.

I appreciate the metaphor, I just thought you might wish to talk, that's all.

I know I'm not an expert with matters of the heart... No, you are not.

If you were, there'd be a ring on that finger.

(exhales) (sighing): I'm sorry.

I'm just not in the best of moods.

Really?

I'd never have guessed.

You go to work-- I'm fine.

All right.

We shall talk later.

No, we won't.

Yes, we will!

(door opens) ♪ ♪ I'm looking for Inspector Wellington.

He's not here.

Well, can you tell me where I might find him?

Why?

Because I wish to speak to him.

Why?

I don't know if I caught you at a bad time, or if you're deliberately being unhelpful.

The second one.

(clears throat) Inspector Wellington has asked for my help with the Bloomsbury robberies.

And please don't say, "Why?"

You won't be working the Bloomsbury case.

I've given it to one of my men.

What?

You can't do that.

Duke's been seconded to the Manchester force, so I'm acting up till he gets back.

Close the door on your way out.

(exhales): Detective Phelps... (forcefully): Detective Inspector Phelps.

Acting Detective Inspector Phelps, I have been hired to assist Scotland Yard with a case beginning this very day.

I have a contract with Inspector Wellington.

Let's see it, then.

♪ ♪ Well, it's more of a verbal contract.

It's a promise made in good faith, but there are many lawyers who would consider that legally binding.

Good luck finding one.

♪ ♪ (horse passing, carriage rattling) Please tell me this is a joke.

I'm, I'm sorry, I don't... Phelps.

How in God's name is he in charge?

Do you have any idea when Inspector Wellington will be back?

What are you doing, Detective Fitzroy?

That's an awful lot of questions, Miss Scarlet.

Um, let's see... Phelps is in charge because he's the longest-serving detective.

I'm afraid I don't know when Inspector Wellington will be back.

And I'm polishing this plaque because Phelps ordered me to do so.

After this, I've got to take food to the prisoners and then clean out the cells.

So Phelps is throwing his weight around like a schoolyard bully.

Nevertheless, I must "salute the uniform, not the man."

I believe that's the expression.

Respecting the chain of command is one thing.

Allowing the abuse of power is quite another.

You must stand up for yourself.

I will, you can count on it.

PHELPS: Fitzroy!

You're with me.

Yes, sir.

♪ ♪ (quietly): Oh, what now?

Mr. Potts.

Hello-- again.

I wonder if I might speak with you, Miss Scarlet.

Unfortunately, I have just been engaged by Scotland Yard on a most urgent matter, so perhaps it could wait.

Well, it, it's about Miss Woods.

We are having, um, difficulties in our courtship.

I am sorry to hear that, but that is a private matter between the two of you, so...

I will not take up more than two minutes of your time.

Oh, if only I had two minutes... Well, one minute, then.

POTTS: Miss Woods and myself, we have been walking out for quite some time now, but as of late, she seems reluctant to be in my presence.

Each excuse she gives seems reasonable enough-- a busy day shopping, a visit to her mother's, the times you cook dinner for her-- but add them all up, and there's a... distinct cooling in her affections.

This really is something you should discuss with Ivy.

(exhales) I'm a man of numbers, not words.

I can tell you how long a corpse should be kept at room temperature or the price to pay for a surgical clamp.

But asking a lady why her feelings have changed... Perhaps I might venture one small piece of advice.

Oh, please.

You do seem to have a rather set routine.

Take Ivy for a walk around the same park on the same day, you come around for supper at the same time on the same evening.

So I should come around at a different time?

Ivy enjoys the music hall.

Why not take her on a Saturday night?

Or go out for dinner?

Even a walk through Covent Garden would... You don't have to write this down, Mr. Potts, these are just examples.

You've been together for some months now.

You might wish to vary things up a little.

(hesitantly): "Vary things up," uh... (sighing): What I'm saying is... Do something unexpected.

Surprise her!

Yes.

Yes!

Unexpected!

(laughing): I see.

Well, that's very good, Miss Scarlet, very good!

I know we've not always seen eye to eye, but, uh, oh, this is very much appreciated, thank you.

Oh, and if there's anything I can do in return, please do not hesitate to ask.

Well, you could change your mind about not allowing women in the mortuary.

I'll think on it.

Good day.

(door opens, closes) FITZROY: Who are we waiting for?

An idiot.

It would help if you gave maybe a little more information?

Michael Galanis, nephew of Nikos Galanis.

As in the gang?

As in the gang.

There've been some robberies in Bloomsbury.

Antique clocks and pocket watches.

I've had word the nephew's involved.

Why do you think he'll be here?

Comes every day for his lunch.

WOMAN: Thank you, luv.

Ooh, watch yourself.

Hello, Michael.

There, see?

Like I said, he's an idiot.

WOMAN: Thank you-- bye, now.

♪ ♪ Oi!

(woman yelping) ♪ ♪ (panting) ♪ ♪ (panting) ♪ ♪ (Michael yelping, Phelps grunting) Oi!

You ain't going nowhere, son!

(Michael grunting) PHELPS: All right, Michael?

Get off me!

I've done nothing wrong!

No.

I haven't done anything!

PHELPS: Course you haven't.

Hold him still while I search him.

I told you I haven't done nothing!

(grunting) Ah.

(chuckles) ♪ ♪ (sniffs) Looks expensive.

Yours, is it?

(voice trembling): What?

No!

You just planted it in my pocket!

Detective Fitzroy, did you see me put anything in this gentleman's pocket?

No.

Slandering a police officer, that's a serious offense.

No!

No!

(panting) (key rattles, lock turns) How long will I be here?

I'm not sure.

I'm not in charge of the investigation.

Your mate that cuffed me, he said I nicked that watch from some shop in Bloomsbury.

I didn't.

You should eat it whilst it's hot.

Wait, please.

He planted it on me.

You saw him, I know you did.

(lock turns) Please...

I'm sorry, I can't.

♪ ♪ FITZROY: Please forgive the lateness of the hour, but with Inspector Wellington away, you are the closest thing I could find to an honorable man.

(chuckles) There's a compliment in there somewhere.

So you believe Detective Phelps planted evidence on the suspect.

I'm not naïve, I know it happens, but I've just never witnessed it before.

If I report Phelps, the other men will never trust me again, but I cannot in good conscience stay quiet.

If you speak out, there's every chance Scotland Yard will simply close ranks.

Even if Inspector Wellington were here to fight your corner, there are many above him in the chain of command.

I do not do this lightly, but being a detective is the only thing I've ever shown an aptitude for.

Except for writing poetry, of course.

Are you absolutely certain of what you saw?

It all happened so fast, I could be mistaken.

That's why I've come to you.

I'd like to pay you to investigate the matter, in the strictest of confidence, of course.

And if I find something, then what?

I could try always try the clergy.

(laughs) Leave it alone.

What?

No.

Anyway, I can't.

Fitzroy paid me an advance.

Give it back.

Walk away.

You'll be helping him, believe me.

Moses, there is every chance that an innocent man has... Michael Galanis belongs to a crime family.

He may not have done that particular robbery, but he's done others.

That's not how justice works!

(sighs) That's not how justice should work.

Tell me about the Galanis family.

They're Greek, been in London... 20 years or so.

Started in Bayswater then spread out to Paddington.

They make their money from gambling and all type of thieving.

Where does Michael fit in?

His uncle Nikos runs the crew.

From what I hear, his nephew is something of a disappointment.

In what way?

Young, foolish, makes a lot of mistakes.

If I was at Scotland Yard, he's the one I'd go after.

So what you're saying is, he's a weak link.

That's why Phelps might wish to target him.

I'm saying you should walk away.

These are serious people.

They won't want you sniffing around in their business.

Well, it's a good job I've got you to assist me, then, isn't it?

So, we'll start by looking into this robbery.

The store is in Bloomsbury-- I'll get us a cab.

I haven't agreed yet.

That's what the cab ride's for.

(horse nickers) ♪ ♪ (voice trembling): The thieves took everything.

And as a Christian, I, I try not to judge others, but it is hard to see the good in people when they undertake such an act.

I'm afraid the shock has seen my health decline.

What happened?

Oh, shakes.

Night terrors.

Generalized anxiety disorder, my physician calls it.

I believe my associate was referring to the robbery, Miss Tinsdale.

Oh, yes, of course.

Um, well, I, I turned up for work last week and the place had been ransacked.

Can you tell us what was taken?

12 carriage clocks, three dozen pocket watches, and a pair of grandfather clocks.

(voice breaking): They dropped a John Harrison pocket watch on the way out.

Broke my heart to see it shattered on the floor.

My father used to wear something similar.

I believe the shock has brought back the grief of his death.

When exactly did this happen?

12 years ago.

From tuberculosis.

(clock chiming) Whoever did this didn't escape on foot, with two grandfather clocks weighing them down.

You all right?

I'd lay money that the goods were loaded into a carriage.

There may be scuff marks on the curb from the wheel.

Sometimes even a small fleck of paint can prove vital.

♪ ♪ Eliza.

Just a moment, I won't be long.

Get up.

♪ ♪ Gentlemen, can we help you?

(in Greek): Sorry, I, I don't understand.

MOSES (in Greek): (men laughing) ELIZA: What's going on?

MOSES (in English): They work for Galanis.

He wants to talk to us.

I didn't know you spoke Greek.

I spent a bit of time in Athens.

What were they laughing about?

I told them you were a private detective.

YUNUS: He says the boss has been waiting for us.

Waiting where?

♪ ♪ You know who I am?

(door closes) Nikos Galanis.

NIKOS: This is my father, Andreas.

Please, have a seat.

♪ ♪ NIKOS: I hear you have been asking questions about my family.

And how do you know that?

I have people who watch people.

Who's paying you to ask these questions?

My client.

And you?

What's your story?

I'm her translator.

(chuckling softly) (coughing) (coughing stops) The police have arrested my nephew for theft.

He is innocent.

MOSES: So he didn't rob that townhouse in Mayfair last month?

You should watch your mouth, my friend.

You're well-informed for a translator.

I have people who watch people.

Niko... What is it you want, exactly?

I have little faith in the police, but there are a small number at Scotland Yard who may listen to the truth, and I believe you have their ear.

You wish me to speak to the police on your behalf?

No.

I want you to give them the name of the real thief.

♪ ♪ NIKOS (in Greek): (door opens) ♪ ♪ ELIZA: What do you know about Logan Cooper?

He's a popular man.

Scotland Yard have been looking for him for a long while.

With regard to what?

Pretty much every crime there is.

Could he have carried out our robbery?

(inhales) He could, but it's a little convenient.

Cooper's gang is in a turf war with the Galanis family.

Nikos Galanis would love to see him taken off the streets.

Ask around, see what you can find out.

I'm going to visit his nephew, see what he has to say.

By the way, what were you doing in Athens?

It's complicated.

You don't always have to be so cryptic, you know.

You could just tell me.

You can ask me one question.

Why did you go to Athens?

Because I had to leave Madrid.

Why did you have to leave Madrid?

You've had your question.

(chuckles) ♪ ♪ Here you are, Sergeant.

Thank you, sir.

(keys jangling) (key rattles, lock turns) We need to be quick-- I don't know how long Phelps will be gone for.

I understand Detective Fitzroy has told you why I'm here and who I am.

I can't help you if you stay silent.

My uncle says if you ever get nicked, you just keep your mouth shut.

The robbery took place around 11:00 on the Friday before last.

Where were you then?

Were you at home?

No.

So you went out-- where to?

I'm saying nothing.

Well, if you weren't at home, I can only conclude that you went out somewhere.

Those are the only two options.

I'm saying nothing.

If you're going to say nothing, then say nothing.

Don't just say you're saying nothing.

It undermines your stance.

You trying to trick me?

I'm trying to help you.

Where did you go to?

The pub?

The music hall?

The opera?

Sorry.

Do you want to go to prison, Michael?

I've been before.

No, you haven't.

As far as I can tell, you've never been arrested.

I must be honest, I don't think jail would suit you.

But if that's what you want...

It was Caledonia Street, all right?

I went to Caledonia Street.

What were you doing there?

(steps) What's in Caledonia Street?

(people talking in background) ELIZA: Do you know Sasha?

Down there, luv.

Thank you.

♪ ♪ Sasha?

You're not my usual type.

I'm here to ask you some questions about Michael Galanis.

I'm working.

I'll pay you for your time.

I'm sure it will be more pleasant than your usual work.

You'd be surprised.

Michael said he was with you all night on the Friday before last-- is that true?

He comes to see me every Friday.

I have a place nearby, we just sit and drink and talk.

He's a sweet boy-- that's all we ever do.

And what do you talk about?

He thinks that other people don't like him.

And to tell the truth, they don't.

When you say people don't like him...

The others from his gang.

They laugh and make jokes about him.

Not in front of his uncle, of course.

The only one who seemed to like him was Tasos.

Was?

He died.

Someone cut his throat.

Michael was very upset.

Tasos was his only friend.

When did he die?

Last week, I think.

♪ ♪ Oh, good, you're still here.

I have a favor to ask, Mr. Potts.

I need all the details you have on a murder... (knocks) If you think you are coming in here, madam, you are very much mistaken.

The last time we spoke, I seem to remember you agreed to grant me access to the mortuary.

I said I would think about it.

Yes, but from your tone, you implied... "Surprise her," you said.

(imitating): "Vary things up."

Is this about Ivy?

I did as you advised, and I have to tell you it was not well received.

Not well at all!

(door slams) (exhales) (bell tolling in distance) (door opens) Autopsy photographs, Tasos Demetrious, postmortem details, cause of death.

Everything you asked for.

You didn't tell him it was for me, did you?

No, I said it was official police business.

Although Mr. Potts did seem to be somewhat out of sorts.

Are you the cause for his dismay?

Why do I always get the blame for everything?

I just assumed... Mr. Potts' current state's got nothing to do with me.

(papers shuffling) Well, not entirely.

Any word when Inspector Wellington will be back?

I'm afraid not.

Now I must return to Scotland Yard.

Good evening, Miss Scarlet.

(footsteps approaching quickly) Ah, good evening, Miss Woods!

Is it?

(door slams) If this is about Mr. Potts, I can explain.

He came to see me, and asked for my advice-- I didn't want to get involved.

He proposed to me, Lizzie.

What?

Down on one knee, big bunch of flowers in the middle of our street for everyone to see.

Well, I certainly didn't tell him to do that.

(sighs) From his reaction, I take it you said no.

Poor man was broken in two.

I feel dreadful!

Why couldn't you leave things alone?

I tried!

Well, not very hard.

I asked you not to get involved!

You can cook for yourself tonight, young lady.

And you can do your own laundry, too!

Ivy!

(door slams, Eliza sighs) (chuckles) ♪ ♪ (knock at door, door opens) The files you requested.

"Sir."

Sir.

Get yourself off home now.

I'm about to start night duty.

Oh, yeah.

You know what?

Don't bother.

But you instructed that I...

I had to be seen to be punishing you.

I can't have people thinking they can lay one on me without any consequences.

But you can go back on normal duties now.

I used to box a bit as a lad, and that was a nice right hook you gave me.

(chuckles) Who's been teaching you?

A friend of Miss Scarlet's.

He knows his stuff.

But to be fair, I'd had a skinful, that's why you caught me.

Anyway, no hard feelings.

Off you go.

Oh, one more thing.

I spoke to Chambers, the desk sergeant.

He said you'd asked for the key to one of the cells earlier on.

Cell six, Michael Galanis.

What do you want with him?

I was bringing him food.

You put me on cell detail.

So I did.

Off you go, then, son.

See you in the morning.

(door opens, closes) ELIZA: Have you found something?

The watch that Phelps planted on Michael Galanis, it matches with one of the pieces that was stolen.

So Phelps had access to stolen goods.

And I think I know how.

I asked around about Logan Cooper.

The Galanis family have put a price on his head.

Some trouble between him and one of their men.

But that's not all.

Turns out Mr. Cooper has a cousin in Scotland Yard.

Detective Phelps?

(chuckles) (people talking in background) ♪ ♪ (horse whinnying) ELIZA: Stolen timepieces, pocket watches, high-end carriage clocks.

Where would one go to sell them?

How are you feeling, Miss Scarlet?

You look tired.

I'm perfectly fine, thank you.

Well, this is for when you're feeling under the weather.

Peps you right up.

Thank you, but no.

Oh, uh, I ordered a crate of this last week, but no one seems to be interested.

Heh.

So, the timepieces.

I really don't know much about clocks, Miss Scarlet.

Weapons are my thing.

Poisons, guns, knives.

Anything you want to know about that, ask away.

Well, in, in that case, there was a murder carried out recently.

Uh, Tasos Demetrious.

The man had his throat cut with a distinctive blade.

Would you be able to tell me what kind of a weapon did this?

Hm.

As you can see, the wound is rather distinctive.

There seems to be a curvature on the blade.

This wound is from a kukri.

A long curved knife from Nepal.

I know of two men who wield such a weapon.

One is dead and the other is a piece of work.

Very dangerous.

His name?

Logan Cooper.

♪ ♪ Would you be able to tell me where I might find him?

(sighs) I may have addresses of a few safe houses used by the Cooper gang.

But as I say, Miss Scarlet, he's a dangerous character and I can't risk crossing him.

I'm sorry.

Fine.

I'll buy the whole crate.

Do you have a pen?

♪ ♪ (carriage approaching) ♪ ♪ (carriages rattling, people talking in background) Hello, sir.

One of these apples, oranges, pears?

Take your pick.

Apple.

One of the finest, thank you.

(Eliza gasps, gun clicks) Why you following me?

(shakily): Following you?

I wasn't following you.

I'm on my way home.

You were outside my place.

Then behind me in the market.

You're mistaken, I assure you.

Please, don't hurt me, I have a purse... No, no, no, no, no, no!

You stay nice and still.

I hear there's some lady detective sniffing around asking questions.

Don't be ridiculous.

Being a detective is a job for a man.

(gun cocks) All right-- all right.

(exhales) I was following you.

You're Logan Cooper.

Why are you following me?

I was investigating the theft of some antique clocks and your name came up as a suspect.

But I have since discounted you from the investigation, and was in fact on my way to tell my... One more lie and you're gone.

I know about Detective Phelps.

What about him?

Well, he's your cousin, is he not?

No doubt the two of you worked together on the robbery that Michael Galanis has been framed for.

Look, I ain't seen Charlie Phelps for years.

I can't stand him-- pompous git.

There's no love lost between us, darling.

Last time I saw him, he nearly nicked me.

And I've got nothing to do with that robbery.

It was an inside job.

Go on.

(chuckling): I don't have to tell you nothing.

You're just a l... Hey!

(guns fire) (Eliza gasps) (gunfire continues) ♪ ♪ You were lucky.

I suppose so.

Although this is my favorite bag.

You're sure it was Galanis's men?

Definitely-- Galanis was there.

He must've followed me, hoping I'd lead him to Cooper.

Where is Cooper now?

No idea.

I didn't see if they caught him.

But he said he had nothing to do with Phelps.

Mind you, he would say that.

Phelps is up to something.

I followed him to an abandoned bar on Franklin Lane.

He was having things delivered there in boxes.

What was in the boxes?

I tried to look after he'd gone, but the place was locked up.

Couldn't pick either of the padlocks.

Feel free to go and try yourself!

(chuckling): I'm sure you did your best.

(chuckles) (sighs) What else did Cooper say?

Well, he denied being involved in the robbery, which again you would expect.

But something else has come up.

I was supposed to be working with Scotland Yard on another robbery case before our friend Detective Phelps turned up.

I'd gathered various pieces of reference material about similar crimes.

The same name crops up more than once.

In the last two years, there have been six robberies from shops such as this one.

High-end outlets selling watches by John Harrison and Edmund Marsh.

None of the stolen goods were ever recovered, which would suggest they were not sold on the black market.

Most likely stolen to order.

I'm so sorry, but this is not a convenient time.

We're expecting a delivery of more stock, and then I have a doctor's appointment.

My nerves are not what they once were.

Yes, I can imagine how so many robberies would play havoc with one's nerves.

What, what do you mean?

Out of the six shops that were victims of this crime, you have worked in five of them.

(chuckling): It is merely a coincidence.

I do not believe in coincidence, Miss Tinsdale.

What are you saying, exactly?

You have an apartment in Kensington.

How do you afford that on a shop assistant's salary?

ELIZA: If you do not wish to help us, I am sure the police will.

Galanis pays me.

I tell him when the shop gets a new delivery and he arranges the thefts soon after.

Who committed the robbery in this shop?

Michael Galanis?

I don't know, and that's the truth.

All I know is, I've been told to keep my mouth shut.

By the Galanis family?

No.

By the policeman.

♪ ♪ (horse neighs) (carriage approaching) ♪ ♪ Thank you.

♪ ♪ (horse snorts) What is your business with Detective Phelps?

My grandson Michael is a good boy.

But this is not the business for him.

Everybody knows it.

The only one who refuses to accept that is my son.

He's been trying everything to toughen the boy up.

Make a man of him.

That's why he told him to steal those clocks.

So Michael is guilty?

He was too scared of getting caught.

He came to me for help, so I found an alternative solution.

I told Tasos to do it.

The man found with his throat cut?

He loved Michael like a brother.

He'd do anything for him and not tell a soul.

Even now my son doesn't know.

He still thinks Michael carried out the robbery.

Why was Tasos murdered?

Nothing to do with the robbery.

He was in the wrong part of town, drunk, and spoiling for a fight.

Word got round and someone came looking for him.

Logan Cooper.

My son put a price on Cooper's head the next day.

Every man we have is hunting him down.

Thanks to you, the net has tightened.

It won't be long before he's captured, and if Michael is freed...

He'll be made to kill Cooper.

Michael has yet to take a life.

His uncle believes it will gain him the respect he lacks.

I don't want Michael to be caught and hanged for murder or killed in an act of revenge.

That's why you paid Phelps to arrest him.

Michael has no previous convictions.

He will get only a year or so in prison.

It may be longer than that.

But he will be alive and safe from any obligation to his uncle.

And what changes when Michael has served his time?

His uncle is ill.

Blood seeps from his lungs.

He will be dead by the time Michael leaves the prison.

But if you prove his innocence, he will be set free now, and forced to take life.

I cannot stay quiet whilst he's sent to prison for a crime he didn't commit.

That's the only way to save him.

The only way.

(bell tolling in distance) ♪ ♪ I was wondering where you were.

I came down here to find a needle and thread, but I got waylaid.

There's a hole in my bag.

I thought I might try and repair it, but I couldn't find the sewing box.

Ah.

Thank you.

Now... Do we have anything that can be used as a patch?

Mm.

Do you have any idea what you're doing?

Not remotely.

(chuckles) I hate it when you're angry with me.

Oh, I'm not angry with you.

Well, maybe just a little bit.

I've been getting myself into such a state.

I've been avoiding Barnabus not because I don't like him.

Just the opposite.

He's a kind, sweet man, and I've grown very fond of him.

So what's the problem?

I'm worried about where it might lead.

If we become man and wife.

I love living in this house.

Seeing you every day.

You're like a daughter to me, Lizzie.

I don't want that to change.

(sobs, exhales) Nothing will ever change that.

The truth is, I'm not sure I even want to wed. (exhales) As a girl, all I was ever told was, you would grow up, find a husband, have kids, and that would be your lot.

But seeing what you've done... Is this your way of telling me you want to become a private detective?

(laughs) You must do what is best for you.

Whatever that is, I will support you.

(sniffles) But only if you fix my bag for me.

(both laugh) I'll see what I can do.

Is there any more of that whiskey?

I'm afraid I've drunk most of it.

Something on your mind?

(sighs) I'm trying to decide between two courses of action, neither of which is desirable.

When you were a little girl... Oh, here we go.

When you were a little girl, if I gave you a choice of two things you didn't want to do, you always found a third.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ELIZA: I found a bullet fired by Logan Cooper and compared it to one used in an armed robbery.

FITZROY: Is it the same gun?

I believe so.

Do you know where Phelps will be today?

He's got a case in court this morning, I imagine he'll be there.

Let me know if that changes.

Where are you going?

To see Nikos Galanis.

Make sure you meet him somewhere public.

Somewhere he can't harm you.

Don't worry, I have just the place.

And you're coming with me.

♪ ♪ (drivers urging horses, people talking in background) I have a proposal for you.

Where is my nephew?

Your message said he was to be released.

And he will be, if you accept my proposal.

I do not play games.

Michael is innocent, and I can prove it.

The robbery of the clock shop was carried out by an associate of yours, Tasos Demetrious.

What?

How do you know that?

That's my business.

All you need to know is that I can get the charges against your nephew dropped.

And what do you want from me?

Logan Cooper.

What makes you think I have him?

Well, if you don't now, you will do soon.

So do you want to hear my proposal or not?

(snorts softly) Logan Cooper was a suspect in the robbery at the Winchester Bank earlier this year, but the case against him collapsed.

But I now have concrete proof it was him.

Ballistics evidence showing that a gun Cooper owns matches with the gun discharged at the robbery.

If you turn him over to me, I'll have him delivered here to Scotland Yard.

And in return secure Michael's release.

I want Cooper to suffer for what he did.

Oh, he will suffer.

At least 15 years hard labor.

Possibly more.

Hasn't there been enough death already?

♪ ♪ What do you want?

Michael Galanis is innocent.

You were paid to arrest him by his grandfather.

You work for me, son.

Not them.

If you're thinking of trying to pull rank, I should probably tell you we know who your cousin is.

Failure to declare a connection to a wanted man is a dismissible offense.

However, I would like to propose a mutually beneficial arrangement.

We'll keep quiet about your cousin, and in return, you drop the charges on Michael Galanis.

I ain't no bent copper.

That's not what it looks like from here.

This is the first time I've ever taken money, and I've had offers, believe me.

But I've turned 'em all down.

You think we'll believe that?

I didn't grow up like you, posh boy.

I grew up with all sorts of toe rags-- Logan included.

They chose their path and I chose mine.

But I know right from wrong, despite what you might think.

Michael needed to be put away for his own good.

I'd have done it for free.

But you didn't.

I've put the money to good use.

This place will be a gymnasium.

A place where kids can come to get off the street.

A place where they can learn a bit of self-respect and discipline.

Kids like I was.

Needed a bit of guidance.

(gloves drop) ♪ ♪ FITZROY: You never cease to amaze me, Miss Scarlet.

Why do people always say that to me?

I'm never quite sure if it's a compliment or not.

It's most definitely a compliment.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (Michael weeping) What do you think his uncle will say?

Well, he got what he wanted, in a manner of speaking.

Revenge on Logan Cooper.

I hope he'll go easy on the boy.

I believe he will.

But then I've always been an optimist.

Why else would I have chosen this career?

(chuckles softly) And you?

You're going to stick with it?

(inhaling): I'm not sure I have much choice.

I wouldn't make a very good priest.

I get nervous of public speaking.

Also, I can't drink wine, it brings me out in a rash.

(laughs) It's not funny, it's actually quite severe.

(chuckling) Thank you for helping me.

♪ ♪ (knock at door) We have a visitor.

Miss Scarlet.

Mr. Potts.

I'm delighted to see you again.

IVY: We have some news, Lizzie.

Barnabus and I are engaged.

(all laughing) Oh, that's wonderful news.

Congratulations to you both.

Well, that's very gracious of you.

Particularly given how I behaved last time we spoke.

Water under the bridge, Mr. Potts-- I am quite sure you didn't mean it.

I meant some of it.

Uh, but the manner in which it came across was a tad forceful.

Do you have a date for the wedding?

Not yet, no, there's plenty of time for that.

Well, not too much time.

(chuckles): We're planning a long engagement.

Long?

Long enough.

And do you have a ring?

Uh, we'll get that nearer the time.

(chuckles) In a few weeks.

Months.

Who'd like some tea?

Not for me, I'm on my way out.

Just us, then, Barnabus.

(chuckles) Good day, Mr. Potts.

Good d... (quietly): Months?

(people talking in background) (knock at door, door opens) Detective Phelps.

What brings you here?

In the spirit of our new arrangement, that we both keep our mouths shut and play nice, I wanted to let you know that Duke has returned to London.

Oh.

Well, thank you.

He got back late last night.

He's not coming into work, though, he's having the day off.

You didn't have to come here in person to tell me that.

No, but I wanted to see your face when I told you who he's with.

♪ ♪ I think that's one of the best meals I've ever had.

One of?

Well, I was always told never to overpraise-- it's the first rule of management.

Well, I'll have to work on that.

♪ ♪ (horse trotting) (click) ♪ ♪ ELIZA: I'm about to earn an awful lot of money.

Where's your husband?

I don't know.

This came through the door.

They said they'd kill him if the police are involved.

We haven't seen each other for a while, and, uh, it feels like you may have been avoiding me.

I know about you and Arabella.

Oh.

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