Miss Scarlet

BLAKE: Eliza, you are an excellent detective, and I need your help.

Go on.

It's going to be dangerous.

CLARENCE: Oh, you think it was murder.

LORD ROBERTS: Do you know this woman?

I can explain.

I always find actions speak louder than words.

Eliza, what has changed?

Everything!

BLAKE: This is a new dawn indeed.

(thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) (rain pelting, thunder claps) (fires) (men cheering) (laughing) (laughs) MAN: Come on!

You little beauty.

(exclaims) (laughs) Cheers.

Come on, Jack.

Down it!

Down it, Jack!

ALL (chanting): Down it!

Down it!

Down it!

Down it!

Down it!

Down it!

Down it!

Down it!

Down it!

(laughing and cheering) (moans) (laughing) (coughs) (laughing) (coughing) (moans softly) (groans) (thunder rolling) There you are.

(church bells ringing) Inspector Blake, I can explain.

Which part?

Drugging a dozen men or stealing a priceless artifact?

It was eight men.

And I didn't steal anything.

I returned it to the British Museum-- for a fee, I admit, but as soon as I had done so, I immediately informed Scotland Yard.

So, no harm done.

You could have killed one, if not all of them.

A little laudanum never hurt anyone, Inspector Blake.

MAN: But Geraldine... Perhaps we should continue this conversation inside.

(door opens) Perhaps I should have forewarned you of my plan.

I'm sorry-- do you forgive me?

No, not remotely.

We need to be discreet.

We'd better close the door, then.

We need to be careful.

You cannot simply kiss me in the middle of my hallway, Alexander.

You didn't seem to mind.

Oh, I just, I just want to stay in this bubble forever.

No one else knowing or interfering.

Things are perfect as they are.

Mostly, yes.

What do you mean, mostly?

Eliza, I have offered you three cases in the past fortnight, all of which you've turned down.

I've been extremely busy.

How does Clarence feel about you turning down work?

He feels the pain every bit as much as I do.

Hm.

You didn't tell him, did you?

(sighs) The truth is, I, I worry what it will be like working together now.

As do I. But there's only one way to find out.

Yes, but I've never been in this situation before.

I don't want anything to ruin it.

IVY: Eliza!

(footsteps approaching) Inspector Blake!

How nice to see you again.

Mrs.

Potts.

I see more of you here than I do at work.

(laughs) (chuckles) (chuckles) IVY: What do you want for dinner?

Anything's fine.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

You're usually fussy about what you have for dinner.

I should be getting back.

Yes.

Thank you for coming, Inspector Blake.

I'll be sure to speak to the accounts department about my invoice.

Be sure that you do, Miss Scarlet.

I'll see you out, Inspector Blake.

Mrs.

Potts.

Inspector Blake.

I know that girl inside out, and I've never seen her so happy.

And I have a sneaky inkling as to why.

Don't go asking me to share my inklings with you, Barnabus.

We both know what you're like with secrets.

Barnabus, you've hardly touched your bacon.

(sighing): I cannot deny I'm a little troubled, my dear.

Why?

What's happened?

(sighs) As you know, I like to keep all the mortuaries under my charge spic and span.

(inhales) However, recently, chaos has begun to seep through the cracks.

Cracks caused, I'm sorry to say, by our chief coroner.

Mr.

Wormsley.

He's become a shadow of his former self.

He now arrives at work late, he leaves early.

His administration has become woeful indeed, and on more than one occasion, I have noticed a potent aroma of whiskey about him.

Oh, you must speak to him.

It's not fair to lay extra work at your door.

Well, there's a strict chain of command one must respect, my beloved.

If everyone went around saying all that was on their minds, there would be... Anarchy?

Precisely!

(sighs) Then all I can offer is a kiss.

(sighs) Might that soothe your furrowed brow?

Yes, yes, my jewel, yes.

That may alleviate some of my discomfort.

Huh.

All right, see you later.

(sighs) (people talking in background) Excuse me, I can't seem to find the clerical office.

I think it's at the end of the corridor.

You think?

I've only been here once before.

It's my first day.

Really?

Mine, too.

End of the corridor, you say?

On the right.

I think.

I'll give it a try, thank you.

Oh, good luck.

You, too.

Pardon.

Well, when is Mr.

Wormsley due in?

MAN (on phone): I don't know, he didn't say.

Very well-- please let him know that we're still waiting on the postmortem from yesterday.

MAN: Yes, sir.

(knocks) Come.

Detective Willows reporting for duty, sir.

Yes, I'm well aware who you are, Detective Willows.

Please.

(clears throat) You, uh, seem to have something on your lapel.

(sighs) I do apologize, sir.

Teething baby at home.

I didn't realize you were married.

It's complicated, sir.

So, given this is your first day, normally I'd give you time to find your feet, but I'm afraid we're still a couple of men short.

I think you met Detective Fitzroy when you came in for your interview.

Yes, sir.

Well, he's now left to take the role of senior detective in the Birmingham force, and Detective Phelps is... ...is at the City of London Police, sir.

Yeah, I have some mates there.

And what are they saying about him?

He's doing very well, sir.

You can speak freely.

He's a bit of a character, is what I hear, sir.

Indeed he is.

So, are you ready to get to work?

Yes, sir, very much so.

And thank you again, for giving me the job.

I won't let you down.

Glad to hear it.

Two dead bodies for our immediate attention.

One in a townhouse in Mayfair, the other in a cold, drafty alleyway in Kilburn.

If you want to make a good impression on your first day, I would take... The drafty alleyway in Kilburn, sir.

Mm, I believe you and I are going to get along just fine.

(talking in background) It's not that business has dried up completely, but things have been rather quiet, particularly from Scotland Yard.

Yeah, things will pick up, Clarence.

They always do.

Well, yes, but we haven't had a single case from Scotland Yard for some time now.

Well, it has been unseasonably cold, which, as you know, does have an effect on the crime levels.

Usually in such lean times, you'd be accusing Scotland Yard of employing an alternative agency.

(chuckling): Usually, you'd be on your feet and out the door to talk to the inspector.

Usually... Can you please stop saying "usually"?

This is about you and Inspector Blake, isn't it?

I have no idea what you mean.

Oh, I think you do.

You have offended him in some way, and he's refusing to employ you.

Yes, your powers of deduction still need honing, Clarence.

I can assure you, Inspector Blake and I are on the best of terms.

Professionally speaking.

Now, can you please drop that odd-looking frown?

It's very disconcerting.

She hasn't said a word, sir.

(breath trembling) I'm Inspector Blake from Scotland Yard.

I believe it was you who found the body.

(breath trembling) Can you tell me your name?

(sobbing) Take her back to the Yard.

(continues sobbing) Get her a cup of tea.

Yes, sir.

Come on, love.

(sobbing) No evidence of a robbery.

(exhales) No sign of a struggle.

Potassium bromide.

WILLOWS: The victim's well-dressed.

There's no obvious signs of attack.

Doesn't look like a theft.

She's still got her purse.

Yes, sir.

Two bottles of potassium bromide.

Two dead women.

A coincidence, sir?

Tell me about your lady.

Her name was Elizabeth Roper.

A passerby said that she was having some sort of fit before she died.

Convulsions and such.

Hm.

I've asked uniform to do house-to-house inquiries.

I also have a potential witness.

A young woman.

She seems traumatized by whatever she saw, hasn't said a word-- not even her name.

When I was at Bow Street, if we had a female witness who was in shock, we used to ask one of the secretaries to sit with her for a bit.

Do you have any ladies you could ask?

An urgent request from Scotland Yard?

That's welcome news indeed.

(chuckles) Shall I get you a cab?

Not yet, I'm, I'm thinking.

May I point out that you've been reading the same telegram for almost ten minutes now?

What if another case comes in?

Something, something bigger, more lucrative.

I don't understand.

Well, it's a fairly simple concept.

I don't understand, because that's literally never bothered you before.

Am I missing something, or...?

(exhales) Fine.

Fine, I'll go.

(people talking in background) Miss Scarlet.

Inspector Blake.

Where is she?

(people talking, phones ringing in background) (chuckles) Would you like a cup of tea?

Coffee?

I know where they keep the whiskey, if that helps.

There's no rush.

Take your time.

As I said, my name is Miss Scarlet, but you can call me Eliza.

And you are?

My name's Sarah Mason.

She arrived at the house of the deceased, Miss Quail, at 25 past 8:00 this morning.

The door was ajar, and when no one answered, she entered to find Miss Quail collapsed on the floor.

What was her reason for going to Miss Quail's home?

Miss Mason is a secretary to a doctor in Harley Street.

Doctor Isambard Cole.

He was treating the deceased for a form of neuroses.

He sent Miss Mason to check on her when she failed to attend an appointment last evening.

That is most comprehensive.

Thank you, Miss Scarlet.

I believe she's now ready to make a full statement.

I'll send my invoice to the accounts department.

You're leaving?

You asked me to speak to your witness, and I have.

I'm sure you can take it from here.

No persuasion or manipulation to get me to hire you on the rest of the case?

Well, this is a new dawn indeed, and one I am ill-prepared for.

I'm trying to make the best of a difficult situation, Alexander.

Believe me, it's not easy turning down work.

Eliza.

I don't want people to know about us, either.

Not yet, anyway.

But the fact is, you are an excellent detective, and I need your help.

Are you trying to charm me?

Yes-- is it working?

(chuckles) (knock at door) Come.

Detective Willows, this is Miss Scarlet.

I know who she is, sir.

It's nice to meet you, Miss Scarlet.

And you.

I saw you in court once.

You were giving evidence at the Jacobson trial.

You kept interrupting the judge and you got fined.

Twice.

Only twice?

You have some information on your poisoning?

I do, sir.

The deceased, Mrs.

Roper, she was under the care of a doctor at Harley Street.

He specializes in treating melancholia.

Dr.

Isambard Cole, by any chance?

The very same.

So, both women were prescribed potassium bromide by the same doctor.

Yeah, it would seem that way.

We need to speak to this doctor and contact the pharmacy that supplies him with the drugs.

There's also the postmortem of the two women that need to be expedited.

Thank you, Miss Scarlet.

I'm quite aware of what the next steps should be.

(inhales) Do what she said.

Yes, sir.

Well, as you said, I can take it from here, so, thank you again for coming in.

Unless you do want to help with the investigation.

I'm fine, thank you.

So... We'll say that I'm here because I interviewed his secretary and I've worked for Scotland Yard for many years.

Even before you arrived, in fact, so, be sure to mention that.

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm fine, it... It's just our first professional engagement since... Well, you know, I just want everything to go smoothly.

As do I. After you.

No.

Alexander, when we're working together, it's best that you treat me as you would one of your men.

You can be polite in our private time.

Perhaps you could write a list of what I'm meant to do and when.

(sighs) Thank you.

(knocking) Two of my patients found dead?

Mrs.

Roper collapsed in the street and Miss Quail was found at home by your secretary.

By Miss Mason?

The poor creature suffers from a nervous disposition.

She will be most traumatized.

Well, yes, that's why I interviewed her.

Because as a woman, Inspector Blake thought it might help.

Since, well, Miss Mason is also a woman.

(clock pendulum swinging) Lady detective.

How curious.

Do you often work together?

I have a longstanding relationship, working relationship, with Scotland Yard, not just Inspector Blake, so... Well, that's why I'm here.

Both of the deceased were found with the same medication, potassium bromide.

Was it you who prescribed that?

To control the melancholia from which they both suffered.

They were also undergoing a course of electrotherapy.

I use the updated adaptation of the Pulvermacher's technique.

Oh.

Yes, I've read about this.

Patients are given electrical currents that pass through the body to the brain.

It's, it's said to calm the mind of agitation.

I, I told you about this.

At your office.

At Scotland Yard.

Yes, Miss Scarlet.

Thank you for reminding me.

Particularly of the location of said conversation.

Elizabeth Roper was seen to have some kind of convulsion before she died.

Could this be linked to the treatment?

Mild convulsions only occur whilst the electric current is being administered.

As for the potassium bromide, it is possible, I suppose, but it would be an extreme and unusual side effect.

Could someone have tampered with the medication?

Unlikely.

I receive it sealed from the pharmaceutical supplier.

I then administer the dosage myself.

We will need a list of all other patients prescribed with potassium bromide.

Yes, of course.

BLAKE: It may not be a factor, but until we see the postmortem, we cannot be sure.

Yes.

You mentioned that your secretary, Miss Mason, suffers from a nervous condition.

Is she also on this medication?

Yes, she is.

I'll add her to the list.

I'll speak to Miss Mason, whilst you and your men track down the other patients.

What?

You are so intent on keeping our relationship secret that you're in danger of broadcasting the very thing you're trying to conceal.

Yes, perhaps I am being a little overly cautious.

My nerves were a little frayed in there.

Really?

I had no idea.

I'll go and visit Miss Mason.

Would you like a lift?

No, no, no, no.

The less we're seen together, the better.

Good day, Inspector Blake.

Oh... (breathes deeply) Hold the door, please!

Good day, Mr.

Potts.

Ah, Detective Willows.

Unaccustomed to seeing you within these hallowed walls.

Transferred from Bow Street-- it's my first day today.

Best of British to you.

Actually, I was just coming to see you.

We need the postmortems for the two women brought in this morning.

Well, I'll send word as soon as the examinations are completed, but I must warn you, we are running very much behind today.

Hence why I'm here.

Have you perchance seen Mr.

Wormsley?

Afraid not.

(sighs) I can find hide nor hair of him.

If you do happen upon him, please impress that he is needed at the mortuary most precipitously.

And do use that word.

I'll do my best, Mr.

Potts.

Thank you!

(door opens and closes) Hello again.

Did you find it, the clerical office?

I did-- you're a lifesaver.

Thanks so much.

How's your first day?

So far, so good.

Glad to hear it.

I didn't get your name.

Willows, Detective Willows.

George Willows.

It's a lot of names.

I'm just Isabel.

Well, Isabel Summers.

Nice to meet you, Detective George Willows.

(people shouting in distance) Miss Mason?

(knocking) Miss Mason?

(floorboard creaks) (pistol cocks) Who are you?

(footsteps approaching) (man grunts) (yelps) (gasping) Do you know that man?

I believe so.

(exhales) I don't know his name, but he's a patient of Dr.

Cole's.

I remember seeing him a couple of weeks back.

He came to see Dr.

Cole.

What did he want with me?

Well, we can't be certain, but there's a chance that the two women who died had their medication poisoned.

Two women?

Another of Dr.

Cole's patients has died, as well as Miss Quail?

Yes, a Mrs.

Elizabeth Roper.

And you think the medication may have killed them?

Well, we're still waiting on the postmortem report.

I think you should stop taking your tablets until we know more.

May I ask why you're taking the medication?

Life has been a struggle for me.

I grew up in an orphanage.

And then the workhouse.

And when I came of age, I left to work in a laundry, which is where Dr.

Cole took pity on me.

He took me in.

First as a housemaid, and then he trained me as his secretary.

He taught me to read and write.

A father couldn't have done more.

(breath trembles) You're having electrotherapy?

It helps me tremendously.

Dr.

Cole administers it.

He'll know the name of the man you found here.

COLE: Sounds like the man you describe is Zebediah Sawyer.

He's a longstanding patient of mine.

Poor creature plagued by demonic voices telling him to cause people harm.

When was the last time you saw him?

Last week.

He turned up at my door in an agitated state.

We'd started a course of electrotherapy a few days earlier, and he was adamant it had made him worse.

I offered to help him, but he wouldn't listen.

He was in a blind rage.

Enough to wish harm on you?

An act of revenge, perhaps?

Zebediah developed his condition in his early 20s.

But before that, he was a functioning member of society.

He had several different jobs, including being a clerk at a pharmacist's store.

Could he have the skill to tamper with the medication you prescribed?

The bottles you found on the dead women, could I see them?

BLAKE: Both bottles are wrongly labeled.

According to Dr.

Cole, one tablet of potassium bromide is the standard daily dose.

These labels say five tablets, a potentially lethal amount.

Luckily, these are the only bottles affected.

The other patients all had the correct dose.

So, this Zebediah Sawyer tampered with the labels.

Perhaps as revenge on the doctor who failed to cure him.

It seems so.

(exhales) Any news on the postmortems?

Still waiting, sir.

What on Earth's going on at the city mortuary?

I saw Mr.

Potts earlier.

He was looking for Mr.

Wormsley.

Grayson, get yourself down to the city mortuary, find out what's going on over there.

Yes, sir.

(sighs) (both talking softly) Do we have an address for Zebediah Sawyer?

There are at least 12 known addresses.

The man moved around a lot.

It would save time if we took a few each.

No, you will remain here.

What?

Why?

Miss Scarlet, the man we are hunting is extremely dangerous.

Then I will be careful.

As we all will.

I have many resources for such scenarios.

I will take some hired muscle with me.

(cats howling, dogs barking in distance) Oh, you do bring me to the nicest places.

(glass shatters, men laugh) Travel broadens the mind, Clarence.

Only two more to go.

(cats howling) What's the next address?

Uh, it's just a few doors down.

This Zebediah Sawyer clearly likes this neighborhood.

(man shouting, glass rolling) I'm curious, why did you bring me along with you?

I promised Inspector Blake that I wouldn't go alone.

Yes, but that's my point.

You've lied to the inspector many times before.

Well, it's a habit that I wish to break.

Why?

What's changed?

Nothing's changed.

I just want to tell Inspector Blake the truth, that's all.

"Premises moved to Belmont Street."

What?

So, you told the inspector that I'm your hired muscle?

No, of course not.

Well, then, that's hardly telling him the truth, is it?

Can we please just concentrate on the matter in hand?

You stay here, visit the public houses and the streets around.

See what you can find out.

Apparently, the man's a heavy drinker.

I'll go to this Belmont Street boarding house, see if there's been any sign of him.

(men shouting, glass breaking) You're sending me to the roughest pubs this side of the city to look for a heavy drinker who hears demonic voices telling him to kill people?

I'll meet you back at the office first thing.

If you don't show up, I'll send out a search party.

How does that sound?

Unsatisfactory.

WOMAN: Evening, love!

(dog barking) (men shouting) WILLOWS: I'm looking for Mrs.

Potts.

You've found her.

I've been sent to give you this.

We need to put out an appeal for information on a man named Zebediah Sawyer.

This needs typing up and circulating.

Consider it done-- and you are?

Good evening, Detective Willows.

Miss Summers.

How are you settling in?

Yeah, there's a lot to learn, but I think I'm getting there.

She's doing very well indeed.

Was there anything else, Detective Willows?

No.

That's all.

Thank you.

(footsteps approaching) Sir?

Where have you been all day?

I had to go ahead and find an interim coroner in your stead.

Not now, Potts.

Yes, now, Mr.

Wormsley, if you please!

Sorry, sir.

But I can hold my tongue no longer.

Things need to be said before the good reputation of this mortuary is forever tarnished.

WORMSLEY: Get out and stay out!

What the... I... Thank you for your time.

If there's any sighting at all of Mr.

Sawyer, then please contact the police immediately.

He's extremely dangerous.

(dog barking in distance) (wood creaks) (barking continues) (dogs barking) I have a revolver, and I'm not afraid to use it.

(panting) Well, I'd really rather you didn't.

Alexander!

WILLOWS: Miss Scarlet.

Uh... I made myself look an idiot.

BLAKE: You're overreacting.

Do you have any idea how hard it's been for me to build my reputation, only to act like some damsel in distress?

I even called you Alexander!

Detective Willows won't care.

He'll put it down to you being scared witless.

Which, by the way, is allowed, since you are a mere mortal, like the rest of us.

I am tying myself in knots thinking, what should I say, what should I do?

How would I behave if I were a normal detective?

When exactly were you normal?

I'm more concerned that you put yourself at risk.

It was only luck that I was there.

Belmont Lodging House was on my list.

You said you wouldn't go alone.

I wasn't alone.

Clarence was with me for most of the time.

Clarence was your hired muscle?

Years of carrying ledgers has not gone to waste.

He's stronger than he looks.

(exhales) And now I feel guilty about lying to you.

You see, this is impossible-- we cannot work together!

Eliza.

(grunts) You're overreacting.

(door opens) One of the lads just came by with a message for you, Inspector.

Thank you, Mrs.

Potts.

Mm.

I have to go.

(door closes) I've made a decision.

I will no longer work on the case.

Don't be ridiculous.

I want our courtship, romance, whatever you want to call it, to have a fighting chance.

This is the best way.

Well, for what it's worth, I think you're wrong.

No one knows about us, Eliza.

(exhales) BLAKE: But you must do what's right for you.

Have I not been like a mother to that girl?

Have I not been the one to pick her up when she grazed her knee?

Or dried her eyes when Arabella Herbert called her the cruelest of names?

Or defended her to her father when she was expelled from college, again?

Yet she tells me nothing-- nothing!

How was your day?

Hm?

Oh, I was dismissed.

Mr.

Wormsley finally arrived at work at 5: 00 this evening-- 5:00!

Well, I could take no more, so I gave him a piece of my mind.

Oh, Barnabus, I am sorry.

He would not even allow me to collect my things.

Threw me out like a vagrant!

Ruined my hat!

And do you know what else he called me?

A vexatious buffoon!

Well, you wait and see what I call him if I ever set eyes on that man.

30 years I have given to the city mortuary.

And now, for the first time in my life, I'm... I'm unemployed.

(whimpers) Why don't you get out of these work clothes?

And I'll make you a nice dinner.

Then we shall talk things through over a glass of sherry by the fire.

(kisses) Yes.

ELIZA: Good evening.

Would that it were.

(sighs) What's wrong with Barnabus?

He's been sacked.

Sacked?!

That's what I said.

What's wrong with you?

Is there anything you'd like to tell me?

Like what?

Dinner will be in an hour.

Very well.

(buoy bell rings) WILLOWS: Good evening, sir.

BLAKE: Detective Willows.

What have we got?

WILLOWS: He was pulled out about an hour ago.

There's a gunshot wound to the head.

BLAKE: And do we know who he is?

I think this is our man, sir.

He certainly fits the description.

(buoy bell rings) COLE (sighs): Zebediah.

What did you do?

You can confirm that this is your patient Zebediah Sawyer?

It is.

Is it possible that he could have taken his own life?

The gunshot seems to have been at close range.

On more than one occasion, he expressed suicidal thoughts.

That's why we started the course of electrotherapy, but his drinking exacerbated his symptoms.

I tried to persuade him to stop.

But he had a chaotic mind.

It's late.

I'll come by in the morning to take a full statement.

Get some rest, Doctor.

I did everything I could to help him.

But over the years, I've come to realize that, that some people are beyond help.

ELIZA: It's not like you to forget your key, Clarence.

It's not like me to be suffering from alcohol poisoning.

As requested, I visited all the public houses of the Seven Dials last night in search of this Zebediah Sawyer.

In one particularly grotty establishment called the Plague Pitt, I ran into a spot of bother with some of the locals.

I honestly think I would have been safer in an actual plague pit.

I had to buy five rounds of... (moans) ...the roughest whiskey for the whole pub.

That is the only reason I am still alive.

(chuckles) Well... (lock turning) Thank you for your efforts, but Scotland Yard are no longer in need of our services.

What?

Why not?

Well... Because I've just received a telegram from Inspector Blake.

A body was found on the riverbank last night and identified as Zebediah Sawyer.

Really?

Clarence, will you please stop questioning me every time I mention Scotland Yard or Inspector Blake?

All I was going to say is that according to my new friends at the Plague Pitt, Mr.

Sawyer is very much alive.

What?

Yes.

He's awaiting sentencing in Manchester County Prison.

(groans) (knock at door) Barnabus.

I heard about your dismissal-- I'm sorry.

(quietly): Yeah.

I've been instructed to come by to pick up my personal effects.

Do you happen to know if Mr.

Wormsley is in attendance?

Well, no one appears to be here-- the door was left open.

(sighs) I fear Mr.

Wormsley's gone out and left the door on the latch.

Not for the first time.

(chuckles) I'm pleased that you're here, because I need your assistance.

I'd like to look at the photographs of two recent postmortems-- the dead women brought in yesterday.

I'm afraid that as a former employee, I'm no longer permitted access to the premises.

Well, I won't tell if you don't.

That would be a severe breach of protocol.

I simply cannot, no.

Mm, no, of course not.

(sighs) Well, I am here on official police business, so perhaps if you assist me, then I can grant you permission.

And you do need to collect your things, do you not?

(exhales) Very well.

(clears throat) Miss Scarlet, would you be so kind as to grant me permission to enter the city mortuary?

Permission granted, Mr.

Potts.

(sighs) Now then, I need your brain.

Thank you!

(knocks) (gun fires) Dr.

Cole?

(Cole gasping and groaning) (groaning, panting) Miss Mason.

Sarah.

Please put the gun down.

Whatever's happened, we can talk it through.

Talk to him.

(pistol cocks) Not me.

He's the liar.

He's the one that's lied again and again and again!

Put the weapon down, Miss Mason.

(panting) (crying) (sobs) Sarah is my daughter.

Her mother was an inmate at an asylum where I was the residing physician.

She was so beautiful.

So fragile.

We fell in love.

I knew it was wrong, which is why I left my position and I never saw her again.

I had no idea she was with child.

Or that she died in childbirth.

I only found out years later through some research I was carrying out at the Woolwich Workhouse.

There I found a file on Sarah.

By that time she had left, but I was determined to find her.

I was working in a laundry.

It was a miserable existence.

One day, Dr.

Cole came to do a study on the health of the girls that worked there.

He seemed to feel sorry for me in particular and took me in.

He never told me who he really was.

ELIZA: The man lying in the mortuary isn't your patient Zebediah Sawyer, is he?

Unlike the two women, he doesn't have the marks on his wrists from the electrotherapy you said you'd given him.

His name is Franklin Sloan.

He's a private detective who helped me track Sarah down.

Two weeks ago, he showed up at my door, drunk.

He had gambling debts and tried to blackmail me.

I refused to pay him, but when I found out he'd visited Sarah, I knew he would reveal to her who I really was.

BLAKE: Which is when you had the idea to blame him for the deaths of the two women.

You gave him the identity of a past patient you knew was locked up in Manchester prison.

So if Sloan didn't poison them, who did?

(voice trembling): It was me.

I made a mistake.

Got confused by the different medicine dosages and mixed up the information on the labels.

All of this, it's my fault.

(crying) I am the one to blame, not Sarah.

The poor child had not long learned to read and write.

I pushed her too hard.

Gave her too much responsibility.

I was just so proud of her.

So, you blamed Sloan to protect your daughter.

And then you killed him.

Not before he told Miss Mason the truth.

This morning, I woke up to find an envelope had been slipped under my door in the night.

In it was a file where I learnt that... ...Dr.

Cole was my father.

I was so angry and confused.

In a rage, she picked up my revolver.

She didn't mean to hurt me.

The same revolver you used to put a bullet in Sloan's head.

So, what happens now?

Well, given the circumstances, if Miss Mason puts in a guilty plea, I'm fairly sure she'll avoid a prison sentence.

Dr.

Cole, on the other hand... Do you still have that whiskey in your office?

Are you suggesting being seen entering my office?

Together?

Very funny.

Good night, Detective Willows.

Miss Summers-- good night to you.

Was there anything else you wanted to say to me?

Or ask me?

(stammers): No, I don't think so.

Shame.

Because I'm free this evening.

I'm afraid I'm not.

I have to pick up the baby from the minder's.

Oh, I, I didn't realize... She's not mine.

She's my sister's-- she lives with me.

It's a long story.

Well, good night, Detective Willows.

But I'm free tomorrow night.

BLAKE: I'm glad you changed your mind about working the case.

The outcome could have been very different.

You would have worked it out.

Probably, yes.

Eliza.

You don't need to say it.

You don't know what I was going to say.

You were going to say that me believing I could keep us in some sort of bubble is not only childish, but unrealistic.

I was going to say, as an ex-military man, structure and control run through my veins.

But over the years, I've learnt that trying to control too much of your life is futile.

And when you stop trying to do so, that's where the real freedom lies.

Oh, and there's one more thing.

Goodness, I don't know how much more wisdom I can take.

(laughs) The burden of this situation might be eased if you were to confide in someone.

Someone other than me.

Barnabus!

(singing wordlessly) Barnabus!

Ah!

You're cooking dinner?

Indeed I am, my beloved.

Now, sit down, put your feet up, and I'll go and fetch you a nice glass of sherry.

What's brought all of this on?

I've decided there's no point in moping about, so until I receive a full and satisfactory apology from Mr.

Wormsley, I shall be in charge of household duties.

Oh!

I'm rather looking forward to giving this kitchen a spring clean.

Perhaps even a little rearranging.

Oh, so, the stew... Gently simmering.

So, before I add my dumplings, just enough time to fetch that sherry bottle, my jewel.

(laughing) (laughs) Oh!

Scusie me!

(chuckles) (humming) Nice to see him so contented again.

Mm-hmm.

Ivy, there's something that I need to tell you about myself and Inspector Blake.

I'm listening.

Well, he's coming to dinner, so we need to set an extra place.

And?

And we are currently enjoying a quiet, very private courtship.

Goodness me, I had no idea.

You're a terrible liar.

And you shouldn't have kept it from me!

And you shouldn't be listening at doors.

You and Inspector Blake!

That is music to my ears.

But please, keep it to yourself for now.

We're still working out our arrangement.

My lips are sealed.

Bottle o' sherry!

(chuckles) IVY: Barnabus, Inspector Blake is joining us for dinner.

Ah!

I invited him.

The more the merrier!

We can enjoy a nice long game of gin rummy after dinner.

The four of us, all evening, putting the world to rights!

Oh, won't that be marvelous?

Marvelous!

(chuckling) Marvelous.

(click) What is a typical Forsyte?

Brace yourself.

(laughs) You're about to discover.

Something rather exciting.

(cheering) What more does one need?

JUNE: How splendid.

(grunts) SOAMES: And it will be all that you've dreamed of and more.

BLAKE: When was the body discovered?

Two hours ago by a passerby.

The crime scene was more challenging than usual.

Crime scene?

What happened to our agreement not to discuss work during our private time?

WILLOWS: Do you think it's all right for a copper to be romantically involved with a lady he works with?

Well, if you have something to say, Detective Willows, then say it.

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