Miss Scarlet

POTTS: Good morning, my dear!

Oh, Barnabus, I'm so sorry, I don't have time for breakfast.

We've known each other for less than two weeks, and in that brief period of time, I have made it abundantly clear that I do not need your help.

Clarence, this is our chance to prove ourselves.

Well, I... Good, then we are agreed.

BLAKE: Miss Woods.

You're a credit to this department.

(thunder claps) (whimpering) (click) (people talking in background) (chains and keys rattling) NASH: "He lay banished and alone, "the smell of blood filling the air, "rancid and sharp-- his own.

"For a man of such meager beginnings, he had left his mark."

Load of rubbish.

(inhales): Hm.

(exhales, door creaks in distance) (grunts) (grunts) (sighs, lock turns) Oh!

Ah, Mr. Fulton, just the man.

When is my next delivery due?

I'm running low on a few essentials, and I believe I'm paying you good money to ensure that I do not run low.

You still owe me for the last lot.

Ah, well, I'm a little short at the moment.

But do not fear, Mr. Fulton, I'll find what I owe.

Somehow.

The governor wants to see you.

The governor?

Why?

(door opens) (door closes) You wanted to see me, sir?

CAMPBELL: Patrick Thomas Nash.

Prisoner HMN2473.

You are stood before the sentencing review committee, who've been asked to look again at the length of terms given to a number of prisoners, including yourself.

I was sentenced by a judge appointed by Her Majesty the Queen.

Quiet.

It is a sacred position.

You cannot simply add to it.

You will speak when Lord Campbell tells you to speak.

Yes, sir.

Sorry, sir.

Sit down.

We are not adding to your sentence.

We are considering reducing it.

Due to increased overcrowding, the Home Office wishes to review all prisoners with a year or less remaining on their sentence.

(inhales) Do you believe you have learned your lesson from being incarcerated?

Well, absolutely, sir.

I'm a changed man.

In what way?

I have found faith.

Every day, I read a passage from the Bible, Old Testament and New.

(inhales deeply) And I've also given up drinking.

CAMPBELL: Good-- glad to hear it.

(whispering): I think on this occasion...

Uh, permission to speak, Lord Campbell?

If my sentence were to be reduced, when might I be released?

(sighs) (breathes deeply) I'll pay what I owe you, Mr. Fulton, as soon as I am settled.

I never forget a debt.

Oh, in the meantime, I don't suppose you could call me a cab.

(church bells ringing) (keys rattling) (clears throat) Oh.

You're going in late today.

Well, things have eased up since I've become Inspector Blake's assistant.

And how is Inspector Blake?

An absolute gentleman.

In fact, he's causing quite a stir with the ladies in the office.

Can't blame them-- he's very handsome, isn't he?

What?

You know exactly what.

I'm just making an observation.

Don't you think him handsome?

What does it matter what I think?

It doesn't.

We're just talking, and you asked how he is.

Right, I have a meeting with Mrs. Parker about the lease.

I'll see you later.

Ah.

That explains the bad mood.

I'm not in a bad mood.

I just don't like negotiating with her.

We really can't spend any more than we already do.

Perhaps you should find a nice man and get married.

A nice handsome man.

(giggles): I'm teasing, Lizzie.

Well, don't-- you know I don't like it.

(giggles) (sighs) (people talking in background) Peanuts!

Get your peanuts!

(people talking in background) (breathes deeply) MAN: Peanuts!

Get your peanuts!

Peanuts, two for the price of one!

CLARENCE: This is a most pleasant surprise.

Oh-- how did you manage it?

NASH: Fortune favors the prepared mind.

Ah, who did you bribe?

I didn't bribe anyone.

It's part of some Home Office initiative, and I was running out of money, so the timing was extremely convenient.

Now, talking of money... Oh, you don't have any.

All your accounts, both legitimate and borderline legitimate, are empty.

What?

Where did the money go?

Well, legal fees, mostly, payments to prison guards, and might I remind you, you only received a two-year sentence?

That judge did not come cheap.

Do I have any money at all?

Uh... No.

And your license has been revoked, so you can no longer practice as a private investigator.

I do not do well with negativity, Clarence.

I need some hope.

And I need some money.

I cannot stand that lodging house the prison board have arranged.

And it's sure to be full of crooks and criminals.

You mean convicts who've just got out of prison?

Exactly-- no, I must earn some money.

To do that, I need an office.

Oh, no.

No, she'll never agree.

(giggling) MAID: Miss Scarlet, madam.

Miss Scarlet, how delightful to see you again!

Won't you please join us for tea?

Oh, uh... That would be lovely.

Thank you.

(door closes) May I present Dr. Francis Timpson, one of London's leading and eminent physicians.

(laughs) Oh... Dr. Timpson, this is Miss Scarlet, a friend of the family.

TIMPSON: A pleasure to meet you.

You're, you're a doctor?

I, I trust you are quite well, Mrs. Parker?

(laughs): I'm in the rudest of health!

Dr. Timpson is merely here on a social call.

(chuckles): I must confess, I had completely forgotten our appointment, Miss Scarlet.

I do tend to lose track of time when in the company of the good doctor.

We do get so immersed in our conversations!

We are no better than a couple of old washerwomen, gossiping away!

(giggling) Well, I have rounds to complete at the hospital, and I have stayed far longer than I intended, pleasurable though it was.

Francis.

Cecilia-- I shall see you this evening.

Good day, Miss Scarlet.

Good day.

(door closes) Isn't he just so charming?

And generous, too, with both his time and his charitable work.

How did you make his acquaintance?

He came to speak at the Bloomsbury Ladies' Cultural Society.

He gave a marvelous talk on the latest developments in cardiology.

Such a clever man!

(inhales) So...

The leasehold?

It's up for renewal.

Is it that time of year already?

It is.

Well, let us keep it at the same rate as last year.

You're not raising it?

Not unless you want me to.

(giggles) (people talking in background) Bonjour, Eliza.

Patrick!

What are you doing here?

Well, I'm a free man.

I can see that.

Who did you bribe?

I didn't bribe anyone.

This is for you.

A parting gift from my fellow inmates-- homemade.

It looks unpleasant, but it tastes really rather good.

I'll have to take your word for it.

(chuckles) It really is nice to have you back, Patrick.

Excellent, because I have a favor to ask.

You wish to share my office?

Of course, I wanted to ask your permission first.

Goodness!

Is it possible that Mr. Patrick Nash has changed?

No-- apparently not.

It's only for a short time, a couple of days.

No more than a few weeks.

A month, at most.

If I agree, and it is a very big if, you'll have to follow my three rules.

Firstly, do not involve me in whatever you're doing.

Secondly, do not involve Clarence in whatever you're doing.

Thirdly, you have one week.

Can we agree to revisit the third rule nearer the time?

No.

Deal.

I will cause you no problems, Eliza.

You have my word.

(people talking in background) (Potts whistling) IVY: Barnabus!

What are you doing?

Ah!

(sighs): One of my assistants was supposed to relieve this gentleman of all his attire.

Forgot this ring.

(chuckles) And you know what I always say, my dear?

The world has gone to hell in a handcart?

Well, yes, but...

If you want something done, ask a busy person.

It's quicker if I do it myself.

(chuckles): Oh!

I bought you a mutton pie for your lunch.

How does that sound?

Oh, 11 out of ten, my dear!

(chortles) (grease squelches, Potts grunts loudly) Ah!

A satisfying conclusion, indeed!

(chuckling) Hmm!

And I hope it is not the only satisfying conclusion today!

(laughs): Barnabus, what are you doing?

(both laughing) I have wonderful news!

As you know, my promotion has afforded me an enhanced wage, so I thought I'd seek out more comfortable accommodation.

I found us a little house-- Aldgate.

But we haven't even set a date for the wedding!

I know, but I'm just planning ahead, my jewel.

It will be the most perfect abode for when we are married.

And I've made an appointment for you to view it tomorrow.

Oh, come along, this mutton pie won't eat itself, will it?

(giggling) (dog barking, people talking in background) Looking for company, love?

Ah, no, thank you, really.

(men fighting, dog barking in distance) MAN 1: Where is it?!

MAN 2: I don't have it!

(bottle shatters) (yelps) MAN 1: Give it back!

MAN 2: I don't have it!

(fight continues) MAN 1: Take that, you rotten sod!

(sighs) (dog barking) Just until you get back up on your feet, Patrick.

Mr. Nash.

Lord Campbell.

A word, if I may.

You were released early not because of some hogwash about overcrowding, but because I pulled some strings.

I see.

Thank you, Lord Campbell.

I did not do it out of the goodness of my heart.

I did it for sound reason.

You ran the most successful private investigation agency in London-- you're a man who can get things done, no questions asked.

What does this have to do with my early release?

Unfortunately for me, I've been saddled with a younger brother who, to be blunt, has been an albatross around my neck for years.

Bertie likes to spend other people's money, and the blasted fool has left a trail of debts across the city, one of which is to a creature by the name of Dylan Cooper.

Your brother owes money to Dylan Cooper?

That is most careless.

Quite.

So, as you can appreciate, Bertie's days are numbered.

I could wash my hands of him, but...

Blood is thicker than water, and all that.

So I want you to find him.

But I no longer have a license to practice as a private investigator.

When did staying within the parameters of the law ever stop you?

You are a crook, Nash.

So let's not pretend otherwise.

You will find my brother and you will put him on a ship that leaves for Australia on Friday morning at 10:00.

And if I refuse?

Then you'll be sent back to prison.

I will blame an administration error on your being selected for early release.

And the fact that you bribed the prison guards and anyone else who made your stay more comfortable will also be taken into account.

As such, your sentence will be extended.

I will, of course, pay you a fee.

Let us say... �50.

But I will want evidence that you have found Bertie, then I will give you the money and the ticket for his passage.

(sips) It's a big city, Lord Campbell.

Friday's only days away.

Then you had better get on with it.

There's nothing wrong with the house, or the street.

I just didn't like it-- it was drafty.

Drafty?

Yes, drafty.

There's no way I could live there.

And how does Mr. Potts feel about that?

Well, he was disappointed, of course, but he'll get over it.

What?

I just feel a little bit sorry for him.

He wants to find somewhere perfect for you when you're wed, and the house sounded nice.

In fact, I know the street, it's very sought-after.

Well, you know what I'm like with drafts.

And my mother isn't good with them, either.

She'd never be able to visit.

But she doesn't visit you here.

You always go to her house.

I just don't see what the rush is!

We haven't even set a date for the wedding!

Why haven't you?

(sighs) Ivy... Ivy.

(exhales) Is this because you're worried about leaving me?

Because there's really no need-- I'll be fine.

And you can come and visit whenever you like.

This will always be your home.

I'm just busy, that's all.

I don't have time to keep looking at houses!

Ivy... You're going to be late for work.

I'm already late for work.

Are you blaming me?

Yes.

(chuckles) Go on, off you go.

Barnabus will be here for his breakfast any moment, half past seven on the dot.

Hm.

Go on.

(sighs) (pendulum swinging) (people talking and calling in background) Good morning, Mr. Nash!

We nearly sent out a search party for you, but then we realized you were no doubt making up for lost time.

(sighs) If only that were the case.

(exhales) Is all well?

No, Clarence, it's far from well.

These past few days, I've been working a case.

(sighs) And I find myself at a dead end.

May I remind you that your license to practice has been revoked, so...

I do not need a reminder!

(sighs): What I need is some help.

Um, you know I would always help you... Well, thank you, Clarence.

No, no, no, no, I mean, I would always help... That is much appreciated.

We need to find a missing man.

An Albert Campbell, known as Bertie.

Has gambling debts up to his eyeballs.

You promised Eliza to keep me out of your business concerns.

If I do not find this man, I'll be sent back to prison.

Is that what you want?

(sighs) Go on.

This rich fool owes a great deal of money to a great number of people, including a gambling club, the Silver Lane, owned by Dylan Cooper, no less.

As in the Cooper Gang?

Mm.

(chuckles): He's a fool, indeed.

We need to find out if the Cooper Gang already have him-- if they do, he'll be dead.

There's no point looking for a dead man, but I can't just walk into Cooper's club and ask him outright.

For some reason, the man has an intense dislike of me.

Perhaps your dealings with his wife did not help?

His mistress, and it was before he met her, which is the only reason I'm still alive.

No, I need someone who can pose as a gambler.

And ask some questions for me.

Ooh, who did you have in mind?

Can you play poker?

(people talking in background) There are two sides to poker.

One is understanding the numbers and the analysis of probability.

The other is the bluff-- concealing how good your hand is.

(objects clattering) Couldn't we have done this in the office?

I can barely think!

Eliza can't know you're helping me.

Point two of her three commandments.

I don't like to lie to her.

You're not lying.

You're delaying telling her the truth.

Now, the key is to hide the strength of your hand from your opponent.

The very opposite of what you're doing now.

Mm?

Oh, you've won!

(both chuckling) I'm impressed-- you have a natural talent for the science of the game, but you must work on the art.

Ensure you keep a neutral expression, the so-called "poker face."

It's imperative when there's money involved.

I'll get you some money to take to the table.

You can't arrive at the club empty-handed.

But you have no money.

Yes.

(sighs) Well...

I'll see what I can get for this.

I'll take it to the pawn shop next to the office.

You know, I bought this with my first paycheck.

I didn't eat for a month, but it was worth it.

I'd never owned anything so exquisite.

In fact, I'd never owned anything at all.

Before you meet Dylan Cooper, we definitely need to work on your poker face.

It's my lucky day, gentlemen.

(chuckles) (softly): Mr. Cooper, some bloke-- never seen him before-- wants to play.

(exhales) (footsteps approaching) My man here tells me you wish to play.

Yes, please.

(deepens voice): I mean, yes.

(clears throat): Yes, yes-- yes, I do.

Do you have a name?

Charles Windermere.

And what do you do, Charles Windermere?

I'm a solicitor in a firm in Notting Hill.

We specialize in...

I don't want your life story.

(people talking in background) I don't usually like strangers coming into my club, but you seem harmless enough.

(chuckles) I assume you're good for the money.

Oh!

(chuckling) Take a seat.

(inhales sharply) (clears throat) Deal him in.

(church bell ringing) Oh, Mrs. Parker.

Miss Scarlet.

Oh, the money for the lease.

I do apologize, I intended to visit you this afternoon, but work quite got away with me.

I have the payment here.

(drawer opens and closes) Thank you.

Are you, are you quite well, Mrs. Parker?

I... Would you like to sit down for a moment?

It's none of my business, but you, you do seem a little dismayed.

It is true, I am somewhat dismayed, and I cannot deny that I came here under false pretenses.

The fact is, I needed to talk to someone, but I cannot do so with one of my ladies for fear of judgment.

Whereas you, Miss Scarlet, you are in no position to judge anyone, given your lifestyle.

(inhales sharply): Mm.

And what was it you wished to, to talk about?

Francis-- Dr. Timpson, the gentleman whom you met the other day-- he and I have grown rather fond of each other over the last few months.

I have not been treated with such tenderness since my husband was alive.

A few nights ago, he proposed to me, and I accepted.

And what has upset you so?

Dr. Timpson was due to visit the day after he proposed, but he did not turn up.

I sent a message to his home, but to no avail.

I sent word to St. Agatha's Hospital, where he works, but still, there was no reply.

(voice trembling): And now I fear something has happened to him.

Or, worse, that he has changed his mind!

I'm sure there's an explanation.

From what you've told me of him, he seems, well, a kind man.

He's extremely kind!

He works tirelessly at the hospital and still has time for charitable works.

I've been so impressed by his dedication that I even made a donation myself of �1,000!

You gave him �1,000?

He was struggling for donations.

I was glad to be of help.

Mrs. Parker, I wonder if perhaps I should go to St. Agatha's first thing and see Dr. Timpson myself.

Check if he's all well, and put your mind at ease.

Do you think that is a good idea?

Yes.

Yes, I do.

Ooh, very nice.

(chuckles) How about one more hand, give me and these gentlemen a chance to win our money back?

You can try.

You're a cocky little git, ain't ya?

Good for you!

(chuckles) (chuckles) I had, uh, hoped to bump into a fellow I used to know.

He's a regular here, as I recall.

Oh, yeah?

Who might that be?

Bertie Campbell.

(sniffs) Mate of yours, is he?

(in deeper voice, trembling): No, he's an acquaintance-- owes me money.

(in normal voice): Do you, do you happen to know him?

Do I happen to know him?

Game's over, gentlemen.

(others talking softly) (slowly): Not you.

Who are you?

Well, I've told you, I'm Charles Windermere, and I'm a solicitor... Uh-uh, no.

You lie to me once more...

...I'm going to take you out the back and put a bullet in both your kneecaps.

So, once more.

Who are you?

(sighs) I'm your worst nightmare, Mr. Cooper.

An undercover detective inspector from Scotland Yard.

And outside these premises, I have a 20-strong team of men, poised and ready to smash down that door if I'm not out of here in... nine minutes.

(laughs) Huh.

Well, you can believe me or not believe me.

That is your prerogative.

But you will tell me where Bertie Campbell is.

Or you and your men will spend the night in the cells in Scotland Yard, whilst my detectives search every inch of this place.

And who knows what they might find, eh?

(exhales) So, I'm going to ask you one more time, Dylan.

Where's Bertie Campbell?

(exhales) Well?

We need to leave immediately.

You got some information?

Oh, yes.

How?

I found my poker face.

(laughs) (pounds ceiling): Go!

DRIVER: Hya!

(people talking in background) Excuse me, where would I find Dr. Timpson?

Second door to the left.

Thank you.

(knocks) (exhales) Excuse me, would you happen to know when Dr. Timpson might be back?

What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

I'm looking for Dr. Timpson.

Well, as am I. I am Dr. Timpson.

(people talking in background) That wasn't the man I met at Mrs. Parker's.

He was at least 20 years older.

He's certainly not the younger brother of my client, Lord Campbell.

Even though you're not supposed to have any clients because your license has been revoked.

Do you want to go back to prison?

No, which is precisely why I had to take Lord Campbell as my client.

How did you know to look at the hospital?

I got a tip-off from Dylan Cooper that he was posing as a doctor to con wealthy ladies.

You're working with Dylan Cooper?

As in... As in the Cooper Gang, yes.

And no, I'm not working with him.

Campbell owes Cooper a lot of money, and I suspected Cooper was looking for him, so I got an associate to see what he could find out.

What associate?

What say we join forces?

We find Campbell, you get Mrs. Parker's money back.

I put him on the boat tomorrow morning, and everyone's a winner.

This associate of yours, it's Clarence, isn't it?

Patrick, I specifically asked you not to involve him.

NASH: Damn it.

Eliza!

(calling) Eliza!

Fine, just give up on me, like everyone else.

Stop trying to make me feel sorry for you.

I needed Clarence's help, Eliza.

If I do not find this rich idiot, I'll be sent back to prison.

I'm flat broke, living in a squalid lodging house, and the only possession I owned worth anything is now in a pawn shop.

I have never been brought so low.

How do you know Campbell will have the money on him?

He's ripped off a lot of people-- he's made thousands.

Very well.

I'll help you, on one condition.

Name it.

If we find him, and he doesn't have Mrs. Parker's money, then we turn him over to the police, and that's non-negotiable, Patrick.

Can we agree to revisit this condition?

No.

Deal.

(exhales) So, this is what we know.

Bertie Campbell has gone to ground.

I searched high and low, but not a sniff.

So I have a theory.

I believe he's paid someone to help him disappear.

I have heard tell of that service.

Only a handful of people that provide it.

Do you know who?

No.

But I know someone who might.

Oh, yes.

(blows out) I know of this service.

You know, once upon a time, I even offered it myself.

But it's too much hard work, too much risk.

I'm a tired old man who is stinking rich, and so these days, I like the easy life.

And so you've never heard of this Bertie Campbell?

Not personally, no, but I'll ask around.

(snaps fingers): I'll check with the Solomons.

The Solomons?

Solomon is a business, Miss Scarlet, it's not my real name.

I am one of seven Solomons throughout the city.

NASH: So how long will it take to speak with these other Solomons?

We don't have the luxury of time.

Well, there's one who likes a drink, so it depends on whether he's sober or not.

There's a Solomon who has a mistress in Lyme Regis.

Oh, yes, well, that might be a problem, but... Give me three hours.

(drawer opens) (knock at door) (drawer closes) What are you doing?

Nothing.

Just some work.

I wasn't expecting you.

You didn't turn up for breakfast again this morning.

Oh, I've just been busy, that's all.

Being in charge of three mortuaries is no mean feat.

I know you're disappointed about the house.

But we'll find somewhere else.

Somewhere that we both like.

In the meantime, things can stay as they are.

We're happy, aren't we?

No, my dear, I am not happy.

Not in the least.

(drawer opens) (drawer closes) Inside that envelope is a letter.

It's a letter that releases you from all your obligations to me.

What do you mean?

(sighs) For some time now, I have felt an imbalance in our feelings.

It's clear to me that my affection for you far exceed your affections for me.

Barnabus, I... We have been engaged for over two years now, and every time I suggest we make an appointment with Reverend Harvey to set a date for the wedding, you either change the subject or you say, "We'll, we'll talk about it another time."

(inhales) (voice rising): In fact, anything at all related to us being wed causes you a look of unease!

Unease!

(breath trembles) (more softly): So it's, it's time for me to face the truth.

Please do not say such things.

You do not love me, Ivy!

Not how I love you.

I do not blame you.

You are a beautiful, intelligent, kind woman.

All that I could have hoped for, and more.

But I'm no fool.

And I know a woman like you... (chuckles): ...well, could never be mine.

So I release you, Ivy.

I set you free.

And I do this, Ivy, because I love you.

More than you could ever know.

(gasps) (toy whirring) (moans) Time is running out.

If I don't find this rich idiot, I'm going back to prison.

Solomon will be back soon.

Trust me.

I do trust you, I just don't trust a man who sells stuffed peacocks.

It's a chicken, Patrick.

Is it?

Ah, Miss Scarlet, Mr. Nash.

May I introduce you to my friend and business partner Solomon.

Uh, but to avoid any confusion, you may refer to him as Solomon Four.

Solomon Four?

There is a hierarchy of Solomons.

I am number two, he is number four, and as such, I have more authority.

So he must tell me what we need to know.

Who's Solomon One?

I make it my business to deal with him as little as possible.

Delusions of grandeur.

You were paid to hide Bertie Campbell.

Where is he now?

The Rookery.

For tonight, anyway.

The first thing in the morning, I'm put him on a train to Cumbria.

Well, the Rookery's full of cutthroats and thieves.

We need a precise location.

Where in the Rookery exactly?

Not in the Rookery.

Under the Rookery.

(squeaking) ELIZA: These tunnels run all the way to the Thames.

They were meant to be sewage, but were never completed.

Instead, they're used by the criminals and smugglers of the Rookery to transport stolen goods.

(rat squeaking) Well, you have to admire their industry.

It's a shame it stinks to high heaven.

Solomon said Campbell could be found at the end of the fifth tunnel.

There'll be a marking on the wall to indicate where.

Well, this is the fifth tunnel, and we're at the end of it.

(murmurs) S for Solomon.

Behind here should be the hidden alcove.

(door creaks) (rumbling) Patrick.

I wish everything in life were so easy.

Get up.

I said get up!

There he is!

Hey!

(grunting) (man panting) (Bertie grunting) Ah, I see you've met our esteemed colleague, Clarence.

(coughs) He was lagging behind for fear of rodents.

(catching breath) (coughs) You were working for my brother?

Since when did he care what happens to me?

He wants you out of the city, and out of his hair.

I'm not going to Australia like some common criminal.

That is precisely what you're going to do, and you're going to give Miss Scarlet here the money you stole from Mrs. Parker.

I did not steal it.

She gave it to me.

For a nonexistent charity.

I don't have it, not anymore.

I lost it playing cards.

He's lying.

I gave the last of it to that Solomon fellow.

Who, I assume, is the reason you're here.

Give me the...

I-- I don't have the money!

You're wasting your time.

(clears throat) Let's not do anything too hasty.

(rats squeaking) The deal was that if he didn't have Mrs. Parker's money, then we'd take him to the police.

BERTIE: What?

No, no, no!

Be quiet!

Be quiet!

It's what we agreed, Patrick.

(whispering): It's the right thing to do.

(whispering): I'll be sent back to prison.

I know.

(sighs) I'm sorry, but that man has conned and stolen from an elderly lady.

If he doesn't have the money to repay her, he must be prosecuted.

(rats squeaking, scratching) CLARENCE: Can you hear that?

(whispering): The scratching.

(softly): Can we please make a decision and get out of here?

(rats squeaking) (breath trembles) We're taking you to Scotland Yard.

Tie him up.

(bird cawing) (dog barking in distance) (cawing continues) This doesn't look like the way we came in.

Are you sure we're going the right way?

I told you, the Rookery's like a labyrinth.

NASH: Will you please get a move on?!

We need to get out of here-- it'll be dark soon.

And that would be bad?

We do not want to be here at night.

(birds cawing) My ankle is definitely sprained-- I need to rest.

There's nothing wrong with your ankle-- hurry up.

I just need a moment.

Please.

Look, it'd be quicker if I help him.

ELIZA: He's lying, Patrick-- don't listen to him.

Look, you're the one who wanted to take him back to Scotland Yard.

Yes, for a very good reason.

Oh, why don't you just put him... (yells): Police!

Police!

Police!

What the hell are you doing?

They are all undercover police!

BERTIE: All of them!

(shushes) Police!

NASH (hissing): Shut up.

(bird flies off) (stone falls) MAN: Police!

Scum!

MAN: Get out!

(people shouting, objects crashing) ELIZA: Patrick.

(firing) (shouting continues) The lying piece of... Take this-- I'll go after him.

Go!

(people shouting) ELIZA: Follow me.

(shouting continues) (footsteps approaching) Well?

I searched everywhere.

Even back in the tunnels.

(chuckles) Well... That's that, then.

Mm.

(sighs) Whisky?

Yes.

Where's Clarence?

Oh, I sent him home.

It was all a bit much for him.

(chuckles) (exhales) Oh...

It's pungent, isn't it?

(coughs) I'm sorry things didn't work out for you, Patrick.

Well, my lodging house is even more squalid than my cell, so perhaps going back inside is for the best.

(inhales): To rock bottom.

Hm?

The only way is up.

Morning, Eliza.

Clarence.

Where's the receipt to Mr. Nash's watch?

(murmurs): Must be...

The receipt was right here on my desk.

As was Mr. Nash when I arrived last night.

(people talking in background) You betrayed me, Patrick.

You did find Bertie Campbell last night, didn't you?

Yes.

And then what, you took him to his brother as proof to get your fee?

That's how you got your watch back from the pawn shop?

Yes.

And now you're going to take him to the docks and put him on that ship.

No.

Well, that was my plan last night, but I changed my mind.

I couldn't do it.

I couldn't let you down-- or not again.

He's all yours.

But if you don't put him on that ship, you're going to go back to prison.

The only place I'm going to is Australia, with Lord Campbell's fee in my pocket.

You're taking his ticket for yourself?

Mm.

I'm going to start afresh.

I can't be a private investigator here anymore, but Australia... Out there, anything's possible.

Now... (inhales sharply) ...I have a boat to catch.

Goodbye, Eliza.

Take the lady wherever she needs to go.

Patrick.

I'll miss you.

And I'll miss you, too.

Very much.

But I'll be back.

Probably.

(birds chirping) Ivy?

IVY: Afternoon, Barnabus.

Oh.

I got your note.

"Most urgent," it said.

If this is about what I spoke of... We have company, Barnabus.

Reverend Harvey.

Mr. Potts.

What are you doing here?

(softly): Oh.

MRS. PARKER: So he is now in police custody?

Mm.

He stole from many people, including ladies such as yourself.

Rich, old, silly ladies.

Mrs. Parker... Because that is exactly what I am.

I'll leave you to your day.

You know where I am, should you ever wish to talk.

No doubt I shall provide the gossip for the Bloomsbury Ladies' Cultural Society for quite some time.

I have a luncheon there this very day.

But how can I face them now?

Let them gossip.

They'll soon tire and move onto someone else.

You will survive this.

They're no match for you.

Thank you, Miss Scarlet.

I will not forget this kindness.

(door opens and closes) (bell rings) Yes, madam?

Ready the carriage.

I do not want to be late for luncheon.

Yes, madam.

(church bell ringing, people talking in background) (man laughing) (bell continues faintly) Mm.

(Ivy giggling) Oh, Mr. Potts.

It's nice to see you.

Good day, Miss Scarlet.

And may I say what a pleasure it is to see you, too.

(chuckles) IVY: Come and sit down, Lizzie.

We've something to tell you.

(sniffs) We've set a date for the wedding.

(gasps) We shall marry at the end of this month, the 31st!

Congratulations, that's wonderful news.

(laughing) And there's something else.

You were right, what you said.

I don't want to leave you, or this house.

So, Barnabus has agreed that once we are wed, he could move in here.

Here?

Just for a year or so, yes.

A year or so?

What do you think?

(swallows, inhales) I think it's... ...a splendid idea.

(gasps) (chuckling): Never in doubt!

(exclaims) (chortles) This calls for a celebration.

Oop!

As if by magic!

(chuckling): It wasn't really magic.

I mean, I just put it behind the sofa.

(laughs) Whoop!

(chortles, cork pops) (Ivy and Potts exclaim) Oh, lovely!

And for Miss Scarlet.

(chuckling): Don't drink it all at once.

(Ivy and Potts laugh) Future wife.

(laughs) Thank you, Mr. Potts.

A little drop for me.

(pouring) (laughs) To our home.

May the next year-- or so-- be simply marvelous.

Marvelous!

Marvelous.

(click) ELIZA: I heard about the murder.

The mighty composer, dead.

My oldest friend is dead, and I have been accused of killing him.

Well, do you know who would do such a thing?

JULIUS: All that woman cares about is her fame.

ELIZA: Shouldn't we consider all lines of inquiry?

There is no "we," Miss Scarlet.

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