Miss Scarlet

NASH: There is nothing wrong with being ambitious.

That's why you should come work for me.

I will never work for you, do you understand?

Do you work with Eliza a lot?

When the case demands it.

Well, I suppose she is an old friend of yours.

ELIZA: I know about you and Arabella.

It feels like something you might've mentioned.

WILLIAM: Because I was waiting to see if things developed.

And have they?

They have, yes.

(thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) MEN: Morning, ma'am.

Good morning.

(keys jangling) (footsteps running) NASH (faintly): Eliza?

Eliza!

Can't you make an appointment like a normal person?

(panting): Do not open that.

What?

Why?

Just put it down on the desk.

Slowly.

(breath trembling) Oh!

Thank God.

Thank God?

It's a bomb, Patrick.

Oh, it won't go off.

The timer's not linked to the detonator.

I received exactly the same thing about an hour ago.

Why would someone send this to the two of us?

Well, it's not just the two of us.

MAN: Thank you.

MAN: You're welcome.

It came this morning.

Left on my doorstep.

No postmark, no stamp-- must've been hand-delivered.

Where is it now?

At home.

I thought bringing a box of dynamite to Scotland Yard would not be a good idea.

Well, I don't know why we're here.

We should look into it ourselves.

I said the same, but she never listens.

No, she does not.

Yes, thank you, you've both made your reservations quite clear.

This is not a good time.

Inspector Wellington, we each have been sent an explosive device.

Or rather, it would be explosive if it was rigged to go off, which thankfully it wasn't.

Come with me.

Now.

Same as mine.

It was left outside Scotland Yard for my attention.

Do you have any idea who is doing this?

I know exactly who's doing this.

We all received the same devices, but I believe that I was the primary target.

This was inside the package that I received.

Is it Gaelic?

Irish Gaelic, yes.

"Timd ag coimed sil ort."

WILLIAM: Hm.

It means, "We're watching you."

WILLIAM: The movement for Irish Home Rule has become more than political.

There are certain groups who have made it an armed struggle.

In the past year, they have planted bombs in Army barracks and government offices, so Scotland Yard would seem to fit that pattern.

MOSES: In case you hadn't noticed, Inspector, I do not work for Scotland Yard.

It's possible that one of these groups has been following me and seen who I associate with.

Well, I'd hardly call Moses one of your associates.

He's regularly worked for Mr. Nash, who in turn has worked for me several times this year.

Several?

I just go where the money is.

WILLIAM: Because of the nature of these incidents, I've had to contact the Special Irish Branch.

The head of investigations is on his way over.

Who is he?

Anyone we know?

Sir.

Hudson.

Wellington.

WILLIAM: It means, "We're watching..." I know what it means.

Every man in my division has learned Gaelic.

I believe that we must know our enemy as we know ourselves.

Of course, I'm paraphrasing Sun Tzu from "The Art of War," which you've no doubt read?

No.

I've sent my men to collect the three other explosive devices.

Yes, before we get into that, we should discuss the chain of command.

I will be taking full control of the investigation from this point.

I'd assumed that our departments would be cooperating on this.

Cooperating, yes, but under my command.

The Irish Branch was created to deal with exactly this type of threat.

I hate to pull rank, but these orders come from the home secretary himself.

I appreciate that this is difficult.

We were both in the running for the same job, and I was chosen ahead of you.

But the best man won and all of that.

I trust there is to be no lingering resentment?

We're on the same side.

That's the spirit.

Now, you say you have sent men to collect the explosive devices.

I wonder if you would be so good as to supervise that yourself.

And in the meantime, I will begin my interviews.

Let us start with... Eliza Scarlet.

There are many private detectives in London, but to my knowledge, only one who is a woman.

A young, unmarried woman.

I fail to see the relevance.

There must be a reason that you were targeted with an explosive device.

Perhaps you have an unusually close relationship with the inspector.

Let me be very clear.

Inspector Wellington and my relationship is purely professional.

He respects my ability, my insight, and my tenacity.

One N in "tenacity."

NASH (chuckles): Tenacity.

Is that what she said?

Hm.

It's true, though.

Hm, she's good.

You are Irish, are you not, Mr. Nash?

If you're suggesting I'm mixed up in this because of my heritage, you're barking up the wrong tree.

Perhaps you move in certain circles where you have made enemies.

Or indeed, friends.

This has nothing to do with where I was born.

And where were you born, specifically?

Manchester.

You were born in Manchester?

The Parish of Manchester in Jamaica.

And how long have you lived in this country?

Hard to say.

What does that mean?

You know when something is easy to say?

Well, it's the opposite of that.

I would like a complete list of all the people who have employed you since you came to London.

I know you have to ask these questions, but trust me, you're... ...wasting your time.

There are far better lines of inquiry to pursue, such as why these bombs weren't set to explode.

I doubt it was intentional.

Many of their bombs have failed to detonate in the past.

But why send a message saying, "We're watching you," if the bomb it was attached to was supposed to explode?

That will be all for now.

Good day.

Very well, I will get my own answers.

I am afraid you will not.

They suspended my license.

Apparently, they can't risk me "interfering with their lines of inquiry."

It's bad enough to have my time wasted with a barrage of pointless questions, but now this.

Patrick's still in there being questioned.

Probably because he's Irish.

Everything all right, Moses?

You're rather quiet.

You don't give me much choice.

Sorry.

But since you asked, things are far from all right.

(inhales) A few years back, in Jamaica, certain events played out in such a way that I had to leave.

I see.

My plan was to keep moving.

But I've been in London three years now.

It might be a good time to move on.

These men that are following you, could they have sent you the bomb?

Not their style.

They like to see your face when they kill you.

No.

It's our friend Hudson that concerns me.

He'll be making inquiries about all of us, and at some point, he'll send a telegram to Jamaica with my description.

It's a small island.

Word'll get around where I am.

And that would be bad.

Very bad.

(thunder rumbling) (rain falling heavily) (thunder claps) (thunder rumbles) (sighs) (grunting) (sighs) They did the same at my place.

Took every file, every casebook.

They even took my clock.

And they suspended my license.

Mine, too.

I don't see why we should be punished.

We're the victims here.

It's not like we know any more than they do.

That may not be entirely true.

What does that mean?

Did you read about that train robbery last Thursday?

The London to Liverpool on the Great Northwest Line?

The Jewel of the North.

Mm.

Well...

The police have made a total mess of it so far.

It was 20 miles outside of London.

No one was sure whose jurisdiction it was, Scotland Yard or the neighboring force.

It's been going back and forth.

And the train company are spitting blood.

Well, when I found out, I offered them my services.

By "found out," you mean you bribed someone for the information.

You're a very cynical person, do you know that?

Mm-hmm.

Anyway, this train robbery has similarities with one in Bristol from a few months back.

One that was carried out by Irish nationalists.

Why would they do that?

Well, most of their money comes from America, but there are a few different groups, some of whom have turned to crime to fund their cause.

Someone wants to scare us off the investigation of the train robbery.

You were already working the case, and I presume you've roped in Moses, but what about myself and Inspector Wellington?

Well, the case went to Scotland Yard a few days back.

Your inspector is the lead.

And with regards to yourself, I may have implied you were working for me.

What?!

I was trying to win their business.

No one ever suspects a woman would be undercover.

That's why people always love the idea.

Always?

How often do you tell this lie?

I wouldn't have to lie if you came to work for me.

Do not bring that up again.

Look, the way I see it, we have two choices from here.

Either we leave that incompetent fool Hudson to blunder round for months chasing up dead-end leads, or we take the initiative.

Find out who's behind this ourselves.

Who are they?

Irish Branch.

Inspector Hudson's brought more of his men over here.

(chuckles) And what's all this?

Suspect files of known Irish extremists.

Inspector Hudson has ordered me to help with the investigation.

Has he now?

What the hell is going on?

Ah, Wellington, come in.

Sit down.

I've had word from the Home Office.

We believe further attacks are imminent in the near future, and I have been ordered to expand my operation.

If you want one of my men, then you come through me.

They are working a variety of investigations.

You can't just take them at your will.

They have work to do.

As do I-- this is my office!

Yes.

About that... (letter unfolding) (knock at door) (door opens) (door shuts) What's that smell?

Cooking.

Oh, dear.

What do you want, William?

I've been sent home.

Told to take a leave of absence.

That idiot Hudson believes that because I was the target of a bomb threat, I may pose a danger to others at Scotland Yard.

I mean, the man is a fool.

He's got where he is on nepotism.

I wouldn't trust him to find a lost dog.

(chuckles) Dear God, Eliza, that really does smell dreadful.

Ivy's away.

And I've been trying to follow her recipe, but I must have done something wrong.

Mm.

Did you have a reason to come round, other than to insult my culinary skills?

Hudson is ex-Army, so he will follow every rule and set procedure no matter how long it takes or how irrelevant it is.

But if you and I were to work together, then we can get answers far quicker.

William, there's something you should know.

This must be done in absolute confidence.

No one else can know that we're doing this.

All right?

No one.

That's a lot of potatoes for one person.

WILLIAM: Oh, for God's sake.

ELIZA: I tried to tell you.

I went out to get us some food.

I thought it might be safer.

WILLIAM: You're working the train robbery?

NASH: To be fair, you weren't making much progress.

There was a delay whilst we worked out jurisdiction.

I was only assigned the case a few days ago.

That's why people hire private detectives.

We don't make excuses.

Gentlemen, please.

I would remind you we have a mutual interest in resolving this situation as quickly as possible.

Arguing will not help.

Now...

I need to know everything you do.

(both speaking at once) (food wrapper rustles) Moses.

Why don't you start?

The Jewel of the North is a daily service from London Euston to Liverpool Lime Street.

Usually, it carries passengers and post, but on the day of the robbery, it was carrying something else.

Cash.

A lot of cash.

The money was being sent from the London office of the Great Northwest Railway Company to a construction site near Liverpool.

It was the wages for the hundreds of new workers they've hired to build new lines across the Northwest.

The train stopped at a signal about 20 miles outside of London.

This was a scheduled stop to allow an express train to pass through.

That's when the robbers got onboard, breaking in to the freight carriage and overpowering the guards.

So someone knew exactly when and where this train would stop.

Hm.

We need a complete list of train guards, drivers, and platform staff, including every signalman between Euston Station and the site of the robbery.

Well, technically, I'm still working for the train company.

I doubt they know my license has been suspended.

Patrick, you and Moses go to their head office.

See what you can find out.

Myself and Inspector Wellington will go to the bank that delivered the wages to the train.

What?

Who put you in charge?

Well, someone has to be.

Come along.

(horses passing, carriages clattering) So, how are you?

Well, my license has been suspended and someone is sending me bombs in the post.

I've been better.

I was just making conversation.

We haven't had many recently.

Well, we've both been very busy.

And how is Arabella?

Very well.

And you would know this if you accepted her invitation to dinner.

So this wage run the bank delivers to the train.

How much are we talking?

Thousands.

And if you really must insist on always changing the subject when the current one does not suit, you really should work on your subtlety.

William, I am very pleased for you and Arabella.

And the only reason I have not accepted her kind invitation to dinner is that, as already stated, I have been busy.

There, will that do?

Now let's fetch a cab.

(horse whinnying) (horse passing) WILLIAM: Last Thursday, one of your biggest customers, the Great Northwest Railway Company, withdrew 4,000 pounds in cash to be transferred onto the London to Liverpool train.

4,108 pounds and 12 shillings.

I oversaw the delivery myself.

So you provided the security team, the guards, and the carriage drivers.

Do I really have to go through all this again?

Miss Scarlet asked you a question.

Yes, my men delivered the money to the train, no, they saw nothing suspicious, and furthermore, the Lambeth and Westminster Bank can assure you that no members of staff, past or present, was involved in the subsequent robbery.

Now...

If there's nothing else... Mr. Bamford, there is a reason you've read about me in the newspaper.

The chief correspondent at the "Illustrated Police News," Mr.

Basil Sinclaire, is a close, personal friend.

I'm godmother to his beautiful twin girls.

I assume your employers here at the bank would wish to avoid any hint of bad publicity.

Are you threatening me?

Yes.

And if I were to give Mr. Sinclaire your name, and mention your lack of cooperation, I dread to think what he might write.

He can be quite scathing.

That's an understatement.

Very well.

I'll give you the list of everyone who was working on the day of the robbery.

LYNDHURST: So sorry for keeping you waiting.

It's been a dreadfully busy day.

The engineering works at Wigan continue to be a strain on our resources.

And how can I help you gentlemen?

We're continuing to investigate the robbery of the Jewel of the North.

We were wondering if we could get a list of all your staff who were working that day.

(slowly): Including the...

Wait.

(gasps) Is that what I think it is?

WILLIAM: Is it the same?

The same wiring, the same general configuration, and again not set to explode.

I tried telling Lyndhurst that, but you should've seen his face.

I thought he would keel over there and then.

(chuckles) Like the others, the serial number's been removed from the timing device.

Makes it untraceable.

It's easier to sell on the black market.

There's nothing in these.

Nor these.

We've been through everyone who worked on the train and everyone who works at the bank, and I don't recognize any names or addresses.

Of course, it'd be easier if your friends hadn't broken into my office.

Taken my files.

They're not my friends.

What time is it?

9:00.

Ah, damn it.

What is it?

I have dinner plans-- or I had.

You go.

We'll pick this up in the morning.

Really, it's fine.

Thank you.

Gentlemen.

Your inspector is late for his lady friend?

How should I know?

You know who we could take this to?

Will he be open at this time of night?

(sucks teeth): He's always open.

SOLOMON: Interesting.

Very interesting.

Do you mean interesting as in "interesting," or interesting as in "you want more money"?

Both.

Have you had any more thoughts about what you're going to do?

Nash is opening an office in Paris.

He's offered me a job.

And then what?

You can't run forever.

You must have a grand plan.

Why must I?

Everyone does, don't they?

I don't know what I'll be doing from one day to the next.

And that's how I like it.

I couldn't live like that.

And that's your problem.

I don't have a problem.

So who did you say made this?

The police think it's a group of Irish Republicans.

Ah, no, it's not them.

How you know that, Solomon?

Well, the construction, the wiring, the whole works.

See, they use alarm clocks and a small pistol to detonate the explosive.

Simple, but effective.

This... (chortles) This is brand-new.

Military-grade.

What about the note written in Gaelic?

Well, all I can tell you is, it's not the Irish.

(carriage door closes) (knocks) (horse snorts) (house door closes) I'm so sorry.

I was working and I completely lost track of time.

I went to the restaurant, but they said that you'd returned home.

Mm, I considered dining alone, but it doesn't look good in front of the customers.

It's fine, William, really.

I'm not one for using guilt as a weapon.

That's my mother's job.

(chuckles) You're here now, and that's all that matters.

Would you like a glass of wine?

Please.

What was it you were working on?

Long story.

It's a manhunt of sorts.

I was working with some private detectives.

Including Eliza.

Eliza?

Well, good for her.

Well, we had a lot of ground to cover, that's why I was delayed.

Mm.

We?

Goodness, you really are the partnership.

So how has your day been?

I had no idea that you worked so closely.

It's been rather a long day.

Could we perhaps talk of something other than work?

I'm sorry, William, it's just I'm feeling a little... sensitive.

When you were late, the thought did cross my mind, albeit briefly, that you may have lost interest in me.

(inhales) That could not be further from the truth.

Are you hungry?

I had my cook prepare fricandeau of veal with spinach.

I have no idea what that is, but it sounds delicious.

(chuckles): Good, then let us head into the dining room.

Good, I'm famished.

Eliza attempted to make some lunch.

It didn't end well.

(chuckles): Still, at least she tried.

I mean, that woman is nothing if not determined.

HUDSON: I am a little bit busy, Inspector Wellington, so if you would get to the point, and briefly.

I have a proposal for you.

Indeed?

This one, add him to the list.

I believe that I can be of real use to the investigation if I come back to work.

I can help you.

The offer is appreciated, but we are making excellent progress.

We have a number of suspects from both the Irish Republican Brotherhood and Clan Na Gael.

No, no, not him-- he's dead.

Even so, a fresh pair of eyes can't hurt.

Wellington, the Irish menace is growing and changing.

The bombs you were sent were of an entirely different construction to those we've seen before.

They are adapting their methods and I need specialist officers on this case.

Now, as I have already said, it would be safer for all concerned if you remained away from Scotland Yard.

(clicks tongue) Do you mind?

It's your office, be my guest.

(whiskey pours) Now, if there is nothing else, I will see you out.

BOTH: Sir.

Might I offer you a piece of advice?

(door locks) Drinking in front of the men, it's not something that I'd advise.

You must be beyond reproach in their eyes.

(chuckles) I'll keep that in mind.

No hard feelings, eh?

Suit yourself.

(people talking in background) Sir.

Detective Fitzroy.

What is it you need me to do, sir?

We are now certain this is nothing to do with the Irish.

I need conviction records of individuals or gangs who have knowledge of explosives.

You'll find them in the cabinet in my office.

I also need the case notes from the train robbery.

I'll go in when the coast is clear, sir.

Where did you find the key?

Where it always is-- under the whiskey bottle.

(bell tolling) Case notes from the train robbery.

There's an interview with the train porter who was working on the day of the robbery.

He describes the money being delivered onto the train by the security team from the bank.

Five men in total.

Five?

Bamford told us there were four men on his security team.

Why would he say that?

It was an oversight.

I'm in charge of security for several branches.

I was just confused about who was working what day.

The fifth man that was left off your list, we managed to find out his name.

Jack Fenton?

Fenton.

Name rings a bell, but I'll have to check.

Hm.

Fenton has prior convictions for armed robbery.

It's surprising he got the job in the first place.

Well, I've never heard of him so... How strange.

Since he's your brother-in-law.

Let's start again, shall we, Mr. Bamford?

(exhales) Jack Fenton.

He married my sister Peggy some 12 year back.

I never liked him.

He was in the Army for a while before they kicked him out.

And then he did some time in Newgate.

Peggy, she asked me to get him a job.

It wasn't a full-time job, it was just...

It was just every now and then when we needed extra staff.

Was he involved in the robbery?

I don't know.

(stammering): And that's the truth.

Where is he now?

He moves from place to place.

There are some pubs in Holborn, uh...

There's a guesthouse in Clerkenwell.

I had heard that he was working in a jeweler's in Hatton Garden now and then.

A security kind of thing.

They like ex-cons.

They know all the tricks.

Names and addresses.

Go on, quick as you can.

Bamford's a wreck.

He's terrified that he'll lose his job.

I'll keep that hanging over him in case we need him again.

I sent a message to Nash.

He and Moses can try the pubs and guesthouses.

I thought we might visit the jeweler's, see if our Mr. Fenton is working today.

Well, if he's working security, then it'll probably be when they get shipments in.

Uncut diamonds once, maybe twice a month.

Well, then, we'll find out when those shipments are coming in.

If we show up there and tell them who we are, then we run a risk of someone tipping this Fenton off.

So we need some kind of cover story.

I have just the thing.

(door closes, shop bell ringing) Can I really choose any ring, dearest?

Any one at all?

Any one at all.

(laughing): I hardly know where to begin.

I feel like a child in a sweet shop!

May I ask how long have you been engaged?

Uh... Four days, three hours, and nine minutes.

Mm.

(chuckles) Tell him how you proposed, dearest.

Well, he doesn't want to hear that.

Of course he does!

It was so romantic.

(chuckles) Well, I, um, got down on one knee and asked her to marry me, and she said yes.

You make it sound so prosaic!

Tell the whole story.

Every detail.

Including the doves.

There were doves?

There were doves.

(both chuckling) Well.

We were in Regent's Park, by the boating lake.

My fiance had made a sumptuous picnic.

She really is the most wonderful cook.

I, uh, laid our blanket under a cherry tree.

The blossom was in full bloom and, uh, yeah, there were two white doves nestled in the branches above.

I realized that I couldn't wish for a more perfect moment so I took her hand and told her that she was the most beautiful woman that I had ever seen and whatever else I was unsure of in my life, the one thing that I knew was that we were meant to be together.

I never knew you were so romantic.

(chuckles) Apparently so.

I'm afraid none of these are quite right.

I prefer a more sizable stone.

(clears throat) Are you expecting any deliveries of new stock?

(people laughing and talking in background) Says he's never heard of no Jack Fenton.

Well, there's one place left to try after this.

(door closes) (conversations soften) Whoa.

Hey!

(softly): Sorry.

NASH: Our man.

Read his description again.

"Heavyset, dark hair, beard."

(exhales) This won't be easy.

You any good with your fists?

Isn't that why I pay you?

This is going to be a two-man job.

Well... (exhales) As it happens, I used to box for County Wicklow.

(grunts) (Moses shouting) (grunting) (groaning) (straining): Are you gonna help or what?!

(yelps) (grunting) OFFICER: Police!

That's Fenton!

HUDSON: Get after him.

(whistle blowing) These two.

I'm arresting you for obstruction of justice and impeding an ongoing investigation.

(groans): I really liked that cane.

(sighs) FITZROY: Nash and Moses are being questioned at Scotland Yard.

As far as I know, they're keeping tight-lipped.

I managed to briefly speak to Moses in his cell.

He said they almost caught someone you were looking for.

Jack Fenton?

That's the one.

There was some kind of scuffle and he got away?

Well, if Fenton knows that people are looking for him, he'll most likely go to ground.

So I doubt that he'll be turning up at the jeweler's.

If there's nothing else, I should be getting back.

Of course.

And thank you, Detective Fitzroy, this is most appreciated.

Take the back door through the kitchen so no one sees you.

What about Hudson?

What will his next move be?

(chuckles) (knock at door) Can I help you?

I'm looking for a Miss Scarlet.

I'm one of six partners in the Great Northwest Railway Company.

Following the incident on the Jewel of the North, we hired Mr. Nash to carry out an investigation.

The police, I'm afraid to say, have been borderline incompetent.

No offense, Inspector.

None taken.

We've been victims of crime before, but this felt very different.

First, I am sent a bomb, and then I learn Mr. Nash has had his license suspended.

That is why I've come to you, Miss Scarlet.

You're the only of his employees I could find.

I'm not his employee.

But do carry on.

(chuckles) This morning I learned what I believe to be a valuable piece of information.

The chief conductor of the Jewel of the North now remembers an encounter with a suspicious fella in a public house in the days before the robbery.

Suspicious in what way?

Well, he was friendly at first, buying drinks, making merry.

He seemed to be an affable stranger.

The conductor was invited back to his house.

Not a house, exactly.

Some room over a shop.

The two of them continued drinking, at which point the stranger began to ask question after question about train timetables and signals.

He was quite persistent and indeed aggressive.

Did he give a name?

Fenton.

Jack Fenton.

Do you have the address?

Not much to show for a life of crime, is it?

Crime doesn't pay, Eliza.

Actually, that's not true.

There are many criminals who make more than I do.

Well, you'll have to save up if you're going to buy me that ring.

(chuckles): No doubt.

I'm sure you have expensive tastes.

Actually, I don't.

I didn't like any of those rings.

I'd prefer a simple small stone.

As long as it's in a gift box with a bow, I'd be happy.

That was always my favorite part of Christmas.

The unwrapping rather than the present itself.

I'll keep that in mind.

Now, Arabella on the other hand, well, that's a different story.

Goodness only knows how much you'd have to spend if you were going to buy her a ring.

(clasps unlocking, device clicks) If you get the chance of a promotion, I really would take it.

Get out.

I was only teasing.

Out.

Now.

William?

(exhales heavily) The, um...

The suitcase is booby-trapped.

There's a bomb inside.

Go.

Oh, for God's sake, Eliza!

Now is not the time to lose your temper.

Can you close the lid?

Well, there's, um...

There's a trip wire attached to some kind of spring.

I heard it click when I opened it.

It hasn't fully triggered, but I can't risk any movement.

You can't just stay here like this.

Yes, I am well aware of that.

I will attempt to close it when you've left the building.

ELIZA: Attempt to close it?

Will you please, please, for once, just do as I ask?

No.

I've been reading up about a variety of explosive devices.

They're all based on the same basic principles, so I'm reasonably sure I know what to do.

When you say "reasonably sure"... All bombs have an explosive ingredient that's connected to a detonator.

In turn, that detonator can be connected to a percussion device or a timer, or, in this case, a trip wire.

There are three wires-- do you know which one to cut?

Yes.

WILLIAM: Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Is that true?

Mostly.

(exhales) (cutter snips) (exhales) (breathlessly): There.

Done.

(exhales): Which one did you cut?

All three.

It's only in crime novels that you have to do just one.

(exhales heavily) (breathing heavily): Well, at least we know that Fenton is definitely involved.

(Eliza exhales) This is the same as the others-- again, everything brand-new.

The wires, the detonator, the explosive charge.

This must have cost a lot, even on the black market.

Well, maybe he stole it.

Easier said than done, of course.

Any factory or armory that makes explosives is guarded like the Bank of England.

This one has more explosives than the others.

This was meant to go off.

The manufacturer's name is on one of the sticks of dynamite.

Galton and Hobbs.

I apologize for turning up unannounced, but I require some urgent information.

Uh, was the information I provided of any use?

It most certainly was, thank you.

I understand your company is carrying out engineering works in the Northwest, building several new lines to extend the existing routes.

Forgive me, but how is this connected to the robbery of our train?

Well, the laying of a new track is seldom done in a flat landscape.

More often than not, it requires the creation of tunnels so that the train may pass through hillsides.

Tunnels that are blasted out with industrial dynamite.

And not just dynamite-- all the things that go with it, such as timing devices and detonators.

Your company gets these from Galton and Hobbs, I believe, an armaments firm in Wandsworth.

I visited them earlier today.

They were very helpful.

Miss Scarlet, you will have to forgive me.

I've just realized there's an urgent meeting I must attend.

Am I right in thinking that it is you personally that oversees the buying and transport of these explosive devices?

I have no idea what it is you are saying, but now I must ask you to leave.

How do you know Jack Fenton, Mr. Lyndhurst?

You do know him, don't you?

Ah, Inspector Wellington, you're here just in time.

Mr. Lyndhurst was about to tell me how he knows Jack Fenton.

Ah.

(stammering) Well, perhaps this'll jog your memory.

It's, uh, Corporal Fenton's discharge sheet.

You served together in the First King's Dragoon Guards.

Yes, signed off by one First Lieutenant Lyndhurst.

You sent yourself that bomb, didn't you?

(paper drops) You did it when Nash and Moses were here to throw them off the scent.

And then when we got too close, you decided to try and deal with us at Fenton's bedsit.

It was never my intention to harm anyone.

That was Fenton's idea, not mine.

The bombs I sent originally were not primed to explode.

It was purely a misdirection, I swear.

You will come to Scotland Yard and you will tell me everything that you know, including the whereabouts of everyone else involved in this.

(exhales) (people talking in background) Why did he do it, do you think?

Money, plain and simple.

Or he's just greedy.

Either way, it'll all come out in the interview.

A man like that, he's so scared of prison that he won't hold anything back.

And Nash and Moses, you'll set them free.

I will.

This is my case now.

Eliza, I know that things can be somewhat complex between us, but to be frank, I, uh...

I miss your company.

(exhales) (chuckles) I know your feelings about Arabella... William...

But we're old friends.

Surely we can still go out for our monthly dinner together, just the two of us.

Yes, it's unconventional, but when did you ever care about convention?

And Arabella would be content with that, would she?

Good day, William.

HUDSON: This fellow, Seamus O'Dougal, put him... Gentlemen.

I believe your work here is done.

Now, if you don't mind, I'd like my office back.

(hissing out breaths) All right, that's three minutes-- take a break.

(panting): I'll get some fresh air.

FITZROY: Miss Scarlet.

You're getting old, Moses.

He's just getting better, that's all.

And he always tries harder when you're watching.

I thought you'd like to know that, uh, Jack Fenton was arrested an hour ago, along with two former cellmates.

That should be everyone involved in the robbery, but I'll let you know if anything else comes up.

Oh, and I brought you this.

It's a French dictionary.

(laughs) I thought it might be useful if you're going to Paris.

That's very kind.

But I'm still thinking it over.

Will you be around for work in the meantime?

Perhaps.

I'll see what tomorrow brings.

Moses, you really should try having a long-term plan.

It's my experience that having a list of objectives to tick off is satisfying indeed.

And it's my experience the more you want, the less you get.

Well, I want many things.

Then take my advice: choose just one.

FITZROY: Ready.

(William knocks, horse snorts) (house door closes) (footsteps approaching) I'm so sorry for being late, again.

I've told the cab to wait outside so we can leave straightaway.

What time is our reservation?

Sit down, William.

Is everything all right?

Please.

(exhales) I had a father who lacked the capacity to love his children and a husband whose only interest was money.

There is only so much rejection one soul can take.

I'm sorry.

I don't... Eliza?

I assume she is the reason you're late?

(breathes deeply) She, she was working the same case as me, yes, but that's no... William, you talk of her incessantly.

The things she says and does, her triumphs and disasters.

Of course you claim she vexes you so, and causes you nothing but trouble, but the truth is there for all to see.

(exhales) My relationship with Eliza is purely one of friendship.

You are in love with her.

Unless you can convince me otherwise.

Well, I wish you luck.

You will need it.

Arabella... And I say this out of friendship, not malice.

Eliza's ambition will outweigh everything, even her feelings for you.

Nothing will ever be enough for her.

Certainly not the future you envisage.

You can see yourself out.

(people calling and talking in background) (exhales) (typewriter keys clacking) (blows) What is this?

"Eliza Scarlet, chief investigator, Nash and Sons."

Business cards wrapped in a box on my desk.

I'm going to Paris next week to set up the new branch.

I need someone to run the London office.

(chuckles) Must we have this same conversation...

This is a different conversation.

You won't be working for me.

You'll be working with me.

I want you to run this branch.

You can choose the cases and the clients.

You can do whatever you want.

You'll have a full-time staff of 20 men.

You'll be able to work cases far bigger than anything you've done so far.

Imagine if it was a woman running an agency this size.

What kind of signal would that send out to those who want to follow in your footsteps?

That's a very persuasive speech.

Did you pay someone to write it for you?

Of course I did.

(chuckles) If I were to accept your offer, I would want my own office.

Obviously.

With my name on the door.

Thomas... (laughs) So, what do you say, Eliza?

Do we have a deal?

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