03x02 - Arabella

[bunniefuu]

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IVY:
Where are you going?

ELIZA:
The bank to ask for a loan.

And I will not take no for an
answer.

No.

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You grassed me up to Duke!

I will not discuss who did this,
sir.

What you want?

Show him how to box.

WILLIAM:
Last Wednesday of each month,

we dine, and the last Wednesday
of each month,

I have to remind you.

Well, do you mind
if we rearranged?

Yes.

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[thunder claps]

[whimpers]

[click]

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[cork pops]

[cheers and applause]

Madame, sir,
may I take your name please?

Dr. and Mrs. Evans.

[indistinct chatter]

May I get you something
to drink?

I'll take a glass
of the Burgundy '78,

and my wife will have
a dry sherry.

Very good.

If we were genuinely married,
I'd order for myself.

If we were genuinely married
I'd be drinking whisky.

So, what are we looking for?

Apart from
"suspicious activity,"

which I must say was
a little vague of you.

Well, there's been a number
of crimes linked with this

restaurant,
street thefts nearby,

break-ins at customers' houses
whilst they've been dining here.

Something going on,
I'm just not quite sure what.

We may have to play the long
game, perhaps even posing

as regular...

[sighs] Eliza, are you
even listening to me?

Of course.

Oh no.

It is her.

Who?

Arabella Herbert.

We were at school together,
she was the most dreadful bully.

[quickly]
Don't look!

[sighs]

She had a way of saying
the cruelest of things

whilst keeping the
sweetest of smiles,

and she stole my shell necklace.

Your shell necklace?

We made it in class and somehow
it disappeared from my bedroom

when she deigned
to come round for tea.

Shall I have her arrested?

If we stay at the table
and keep a low profile

we can hopefully get
through tonight without...

Eliza Scarlet, is that you?

Arabella?
How delightful!

It's been so very long,

how wonderful to see you after
all these years!

Good evening!

This is my husband,
William Evans.

Pleased to meet you.

Arabella Acaster.

Acaster?

You're married?

Was, now widowed.

Oh my goodness, look at you!

ARABELLA:
So beautiful and elegant!

Well, thank you.
Who would've thought it?

My lasting memory of Eliza

was of her crawling out
of a muddy puddle

in the playground like some
ghastly swamp creature.

Do you remember?

[quietly]:
Yes I do.

Caked in mud from head to foot!

And it wasn't the only time.

I don't believe
she owned a dress

that wasn't torn, ripped,
or stained!

Everyone used to find it

so amusing!
Not everyone.

[Arabella giggles]

Well, we mustn't keep you
from your dining companions.

Oh no, I'm not a customer,
this is my restaurant,

I, I own it.

It is called "Arabella's"
after all.

Well, congratulations, it's
quite the place you have here.

[exhales]
We do our best.

[bell ringing]

No rest for the wicked!

This is my address

in Marylebone.

Do call by for tea,

it would be so nice

to catch up properly.

It was a pleasure to meet you.

And you must try the Rouennais
duck, it is simply delicious!

I'll do just that, thank you.

[inhales sharply] Well, she
seems perfectly charming.

You have no idea.

I wouldn't trust a word
that comes out of her mouth.

You were the one that told
her we were married.

And just so you know,

we shall not be ordering
the Rouennais duck.

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Well, that was
a complete waste of time.

Not a sniff of any kind
of criminal activity.

Apart from the prices.

That food was quite
something though.

I think the chef could take
instruction from Ivy

on using less grease.

And for the avoidance of doubt,

I'm not setting foot in that
restaurant again.

I'll get a cab.

WOMAN:
Get off!

Let go... help!

WOMAN:
Somebody help!

He stole my bag!

Give me your brooch.

Now!

You are surrounded by
plainclothes police officers

who are awaiting my signal.

I know this because I myself
am a private detective.

'Course you are.

[dress rips, Eliza grunts]

[puddle splashes]
[Eliza sighs]

Enzo, fetch a glass
of water for Mrs. Evans.

WILLIAM:
That was reckless.

For goodness sake,
it was my mother's brooch,

what was I supposed to do?

Not fight a man holding a knife!

I didn't fight him... and you can
spare me the lecture,

you said this would
be perfectly safe.

What are you talking about?

I'm sorry, I'm Detective
Inspector Wellington.

Scotland Yard have identified
a number of crimes

carried out on the clientele
of your restaurant.

Jewel theft, mostly.

What?

In all likelihood,

there's a spotter

who's providing the thieves
with tipoffs.

That's what brought
us here tonight.

I apologize for the deception.

And what is your involvement
in this?

I'm a private detective.

Just like your father,
how extraordinary!

So the two of you,
you're, you're not married?

Absolutely not.
Absolutely not.

[sighs] So you lost sight
of the man who robbed me?

I'm afraid so,

but the fact that there were
two thefts within moments

of each other is unlikely
to be a coincidence.

The first was no doubt
a diversion.

The lavender seller didn't wait
around to be interviewed,

so she's probably in on it too.

But it's no matter,
we'll find them.

That is very reassuring
to hear... thank you, Inspector.

Well, I'll head back and look
through some mugshots

of the local talent and see
if anyone looks familiar.

Will you be all right?

I'll see her safely home,
Inspector.

I'm not a child.

Accepting the help of a friend
doesn't make you a child.

Petulance, however.

WILLIAM:
Mrs. Acaster.

Eliza.

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[indistinct chatter]

[sighs]

Thank you.

Oh, how you feeling?

Perfectly fine, thank you.

Arabella, you really didn't have
to stay.

Of course I did!

Poor thing was
sprawled out on the cobbles,

I thought she might have a
concussion. Oh my goodness!

I'm fine, really.

Well, it was so kind of you
to bring her back home.

How can we ever thank you?

I think the best way to thank
Arabella would be

not to take up any more
of her valuable time.

Nonsense!
I'm happy to stay,

I'm sure my staff can manage.
Staff?

Arabella runs a restaurant.
Actually I,

I own it.

Goodness.

Mm, speaking of which,

this cake is
extraordinarily moist!

[chuckles]

My pâtissier would
be quite jealous.

Well, you can come again!

Running such a business, whoever
heard of a lady doing that?

Apart from you, of course,
Lizzie.

But you must have so many staff,

and all those customers.

Is it a family business?

Not my family, no,
it was my husband's.

Sadly, he passed away
early last year.

Oh.

My father was a jeweler.

Arabella would always have
the most expensive

pieces of jewelry,
even as a young girl.

Ah!

You're that Arabella.

From school.

Hm.

Well, I should be getting back.

Eliza,

it was so good
to see you although

a shame it was in such
a circumstance.

I will check in again
on you soon.

Ivy, this cake is a triumph.

You must keep the recipe
under lock and key.

[giggles]

Please don't get up,
I will see myself out.

[door opens and shuts]

Well, she's changed, hasn't she?

[scoffs]

[hooves clomping]

[door opens]

William, it is customary
to knock.

Is it?

Well, when you learn to knock on
my office door,

I shall return the courtesy.

How are you feeling?

I do hope you're here about
the case and not my health?

Well, we found the young lad
who robbed the lavender seller.

He was in some boarding house

about a half mile
from the restaurant.

He and the woman were indeed
paid to cause a distraction.

The idea was to draw
the crowd's attention

away from the real target...
Your brooch.

Please tell me you found it.

No, but I do have the name
of the thief in question.

Hungarian man
by the name of Tibor.

I also have the address of
the tavern that he frequents.

Excellent!

Well, I shall obviously
have to accompany you

to confirm his identity.

Obviously.

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Are we taking roles

or would you prefer to just
state our business

Well, Fitzroy and I will be
playing the roles

of police officers
arresting a thief,

While you will be playing
the role

of the eye witness
who waits outside.

He had a knife, Eliza.

Wait in the carriage,
and we'll bring him out.

FITZROY:
I must say I rather relish

the prospect of using
my boxing skills.

I'm in training, Miss Scarlet.

There's a great deal
of artistry involved.

Footwork mostly.

You know you
can't actually throw

a punch without your feet being
in the correct position.

It's fascinating, I could talk
about it for hours!

Which he often does.

Wait in the carriage.

Thank you.

Come on.

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

WILLIAM: We're looking for
a man who's a regular here.

Hungarian gentleman
by the name of Tibor.

This is where you say,
"Of course, Detective,

let me point him out to you."

Don't know him.

Detective Fitzroy,

how many times have the police

been called to this
establishment in the past month?

Four?
Five, sir.

And what effect might that have
on his liquor license?

Might it be withdrawn,
do you think?

Almost certainly, sir.

[thuds, grunts]

[groans]

[shuts carriage door]

Nice to see you again, Tibor...
Don't get up.

Eliza.
Inspector Wellington.

I can confirm that this is the
man who stole my brooch.

Get up,
hands against the carriage.

[groans]

[coins jangling]

"Lady blue dress Spilla?"

Spilla?

It's clearly a tip off.

Who's "Spilla?"

Is that someone at
the restaurant?

Who gave you this?

[scoffs]
Arabella Acaster.

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You don't really think that
Arabella's involved in this?

She gave me the exact same card.

Well, she probably hands them
out all the time

in the restaurant. You
don't know what she's like.

Neither do you, you haven't
seen her for over a decade.

She was spiteful
and made my life a misery.

She had it all,
she had everything,

and yet she still liked
to steal things.

A shell necklace

when you were children.

And she would have to
be rather stupid

to use her own business card

to tip off a criminal,
don't you think?

Well, that message on
the card, "Spilla."

I'm not convinced
it is a person.

I think it means something else.

Your involvement in this case

is a conflict of interest.

Leave it to me... please?

[horse trotting,
indistinct chatter]

[quietly]:
Where are you?

Not here.

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Spilla...

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Let's try Italian.

Spill...

Spilla.

Spill...

Spilla.

Brooch.

I know nothing about any brooch.

What about the note that
we found on you?

"Woman blue dress."

The lady that you stole from
was wearing a blue dress

last night.
I found the note on the street!

And I need a doctor,
she broke my nose.

You should arrest her, not me.

You English are supposed
to be fair.

I'm from Glasgow.

{\an3}Well?

There are no employees at
Arabella's

by the name of Spilla,

I had them go through
two years of records.

Anything from him?

Take a seat.

Show me your arm.

[grunting]

This is an interesting tattoo.

The mark of Vác Prison in
Budapest, isn't it?

[grunts]

I've seen similar

on your fellow countrymen
who now live here.

By all accounts,
that particular jail

is something of a hellhole.

Far worse than
any London prison.

I'd hate for you to go
back there.

You're going to send me
to prison in Hungary?

I don't think so.

Detective Fitzroy,
does your uncle

still work for the
Foreign Office?

He does, sir.

Yeah, so he would be able
to expedite

the diplomatic process.

That means,

"speed things up."

My apologies for not
knowing the Hungarian,

but you'll be hearing
your mother tongue soon enough.

Unless, of course, you tell me
who gave you that note.

[door opens]

GRACE:
I can't believe this.

This is so unfair!
ARABELLA: Grace, don't,

I need this job!

What am I supposed to do now?

ARABELLA: I'm so sorry, it
wasn't an easy decision to make.

I'll see you're paid
for your final shift.

[footsteps approaching]

Eliza!
What are you doing here?

I wanted to thank you
for last night.

Oh.

Is this a bad time?

No, no, not at all.

There are certain
standards to uphold,

and sadly young Grace
wasn't living up to them.

She's had several chances.

I'm so delighted you're here!

How are you feeling?

Much better, thank you.

I thought perhaps

you might give me
a tour of the restaurant?

I'm fascinated

to see how it all works.

Oh, I can think of nothing more
I'd rather do!

Though I seem to remember

you were never one
for cookery class.

What a muddle you'd get into.
[chuckles]

Do you remember that
Victoria sponge cake?

You almost burnt
the school down!

Miss Dawkins was not amused!

Well, we were
young children, so...

Not that young.

Shall we?

I know the kitchen may look
perfectly serviceable,

but chef is struggling to cope.

We're fully booked most nights,
and having to turn people away.

In fact, I've been considering
larger premises.

My goodness.

I'll obviously need to hire
extra staff and I'll have

less time for social
engagements,

but we all need
to make sacrifices, do we not?

Indeed.

It would be nice to have

a little more space
for myself too.

This office is rather cramped.

[humorless chuckle]

You should see my office.

You have an office?

I work from my father's
old premises.

Oh, good for you.

I notice you have staff
from all around the world.

France, Spain, Greece.

We are an international family.

They say Italian chefs are the
most desired at the moment.

Do you have any Italians
working here?

Uh, Paolo, our pastry chef.

How about front of house?

The waiter who served
the Inspector and me,

wasn't he Italian?

Enzo?

Yes, he's from Naples, I think.

Is he working today?

No, he's off sick.

Why do you ask?

[knocks on door]

Someone is here
to see you, Madame.

Ah, right.

Mrs. Acaster.
Inspector Wellington.

Ah.

Miss Scarlet.
Inspector Wellington.

I'm Detective Fitzroy.
Shh, shh, shh.

I'm sorry to disturb you,
Mrs. Acaster,

but we need to speak with one of
your employees, Enzo Moretti.

Eliza was just asking about him.

{\an3}Huh.

Well, it seems that Enzo has
been tipping off a street thief

who's been preying
on your clientele.

Hm.

Enzo is not at work today.

Do you have an address for him?

I'm afraid not, he's only
been here a few weeks.

Well, in that case,

we'll need to speak with
the rest of your staff.

Of course, I'll gather them.

See if you can find somewhere

private where we
can question them.

I know what you're going to say.

I'm sure you do.
But I'm here now.

And there's an awful lot
of staff,

so wouldn't you like me
to stay and help interview them?

Hm... take a wild guess.

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Oh, damn it!

Here, let me.

Sorry, um, not having
the best of days.

Just been given
my marching orders.

Would you care for a cup of tea?

{\an3}No.

But I'll have
something stronger.

[knocks]

Any luck?

I'm afraid not.

None of your staff have
an address for Enzo.

Can you think of anywhere
else he might be?

I really can't, I'm so sorry.

Well, if anything else occurs,

you can contact me
at Scotland Yard.

Inspector?

I'll see you out.

I feel such a fool,
I thought I could trust him.

If I had a pound for every time
that someone said that,

well, I wouldn't be
doing this job.

So what is your next
course of action?

Well, there's a thriving black
market for stolen jewels,

so we'll ask around,

put pressure on the right people

and see what comes up.
And Eliza?

What will her role be?

Miss Scarlet will no longer be
working on this investigation.

Then why did she
come here today?

Her mother's brooch was stolen,

so that may have made her a
little over-enthusiastic.

[quietly]:
Oh.

I had hoped she and I would be
able to renew our friendship,

but I get the distinct feeling
she doesn't care for me much.

Listen to me burdening
you with my problems.

Well, I mean, this job is a
little like being a priest.

Although, when people
confess to me,

they generally feel a lot worse.

[laughs]

Anyway, good day, Mrs. Acaster.

Arabella... please.

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

GRACE:
Don't get me wrong,

Mrs. Acaster is a nice lady.

[sighs]
I enjoyed working for her.

If I'd been dismissed,
I'm not sure I'd be so generous.

Well, it's not her fault, is it?

She just couldn't afford to pay
me anymore.

And I'm not the first
she's laid off.

There were two workers
from the kitchen,

and another waiter last week.

So she's having
financial difficulty?

I probably shouldn't
be saying all this.

I only ask
as a concerned friend.

Perhaps I could help her.

[patrons laughing in background]

I wouldn't worry about
it too much.

Last week I went to see her
in her office,

to ask about the menus.

I caught her putting
a big wad of cash

into her safe.

She said it was a loan,

so she's obviously trying
to sort things out.

A loan from who?

SERVANT [distant]: You have
a visitor, ma'am... a Miss Scarlet.

WOMAN: I have not the
faintest idea who that is!

SERVANT:
Excuse me, ma'am.

This is most inconvenient.

SERVANT:
I'm sorry, ma'am.

WOMAN:
[sighs] Really?

Can I help you?

I apologize for calling
unannounced.

I'm a friend of
Arabella's from school.

I dropped by on the chance
I might find her in.

My daughter is...

working.
Working?

Indeed.

I would suggest

that you arrange
a more suitable time

to visit.

Oh dear.

I've journeyed such a long way
into London from Hertfordshire.

My husband is the
member of Parliament

for Chalfont St. Giles and
I had hoped to catch up

with some old friends before
meeting him to dine tonight.

I do have a prior engagement,

but I could spare half an hour,

I suppose.

{\an3}Hm?
Please.

Most kind.

[rings bell]

Tea, Earl Grey, and quickly.

This is a beautiful home.

Arabella has wonderful taste.

Oh, this is not her home.

It is mine.

She moved in with me
when her husband passed.

Oh, I see.

I never met the gentleman,
sadly,

but I believe he owned
a restaurant?

I do not wish to talk of him.

He left my daughter with
considerable debts,

that is all I will say.

Now that I think of it,

when I last corresponded
with Arabella,

she did mention that times were
a little difficult.

But she assured me
you were assisting her

in the financial sense.

Well, that is a blatant lie.

I have told her time and again

I will not put a penny

into that failing business!

So she's been to every bank
in London,

cap in hand.

My goodness,
she applied for a loan?

A woman?

My thoughts exactly.

Can you imagine what that does
to one's family name?

And did she secure one?

Of course not.

They all refused.

And quite rightly so,
but still she persists.

Her father would
turn in his grave.

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[indistinct chatter]

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MAN:
Come on, let's go.

Officer.
Huh?

I need you to take
an urgent message

to Inspector Wellington
at Scotland Yard.

My name is Eliza Scarlet,
I'm a private detective.

You're a what?

[sighs]

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[horse whinnies]

ELIZA:
You got my message?

Well, I'm here aren't I?
[shuts carriage door]

You're sure it was the same
lavender seller

who feigned the robbery?
Certain.

And Arabella was talking to her.

Where did they go, exactly?
I'll show you.

No, you'll tell me
and then stay here.

William!
Your presence

is not helping
this investigation.

Yes, so you've said.

Yet, you do not listen.

The fact that I
have not listened

should tell you something.
That you're stubborn and difficult?

That I'm sure of my instincts.

[sighs]

This isn't about my personal
feelings for Arabella.

I'm looking at the situation
dispassionately.

She's hugely in debt
and was talking to a thief.

That is reasonable grounds
for questioning.

By the police, yes.

Do you want to know
where she went or not?

[sighs]

{\an3}Good.

Follow me.

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[indistinct chatter]

Eliza, Inspector...
What are you doing here?

You run a soup kitchen?

I bring the surplus food from
the restaurant each week.

Will one of you please
tell me what's going on?

ARABELLA: I had no idea that lady
was anything to do with the robbery.

As far as I knew, she was just
another hungry mouth to feed.

And she corroborates that.

Do you honestly think I would
steal from you, or anyone?

Wouldn't be the first time.
Eliza.

She's in financial difficulty,
I spoke to her mother.

My mother?

You're losing money

and yet you said your business
was thriving.

[scoffs]
It's called pride, Eliza!

I am guilty of it sometimes,
as are we all!

I also spoke to the waitress
you dismissed.

Oh, for God's sake...
She mentioned seeing

a large amount of money
in your safe,

so where did that come from?

My customers.

I can assure you,
that money was spent on wages

and ground rent as soon as
it was earned.

I am struggling, I admit it.

That is difficult enough

without you publicly
humiliating me.

I thought we were friends.

Did you?
[chuckles]

Well, I have a different
definition of friendship.

And what exactly is that
supposed to mean?

You don't remember how you
behaved towards me

day after day, year after year?

We were children, Eliza!

What is the connection
between our school days

and this investigation?
Your character!

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Inspector,
if there is nothing else,

then I'd like to leave, please.

Of course.

Thank you for your time.

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Nothing I said was untrue.

[sighs] There is no evidence
that she has done anything wrong,

you do accept that?

Eliza, I say this with your
best interests at heart,

whatever grudges you have
against that woman,

they are clouding
your judgement.

[hooves clomping]

What on earth are you doing?

Baking a cake.

Are you ill?

I thought it time I learned.

You are ill.

It must be that bang
on the head.

You're the one always telling
me to practice my cooking.

All right.

What's happened?

I've made a fool of myself, Ivy.

I allowed my personal feelings
about Arabella

to interfere with my work.

Father would never have done
such a thing.

Well, don't feel too bad,

she was the cause of many
bedtime tears.

I know, but perhaps I wasn't
such an angel myself.

You'll get no argument
from me there.

I never fitted in.

[sighs]

And, well, that made me angry.

I'd pick fights
with her sometimes.

There was a comfort in it.

Comfort?

Well, if I gave her

and the girls that looked up
to her a reason to dislike me,

then the fault would be
with my behavior,

not just the fact of who I was.

I remember those days.

Nothing you could have
done or been

would ever have been
agreeable to those girls.

Unlike them,
you're your own person,

and I'm glad for it.

[sniffles]

[sobs]

Shh.

Now as your father would say,

no tears or there'll be
no supper.

[laughs]

You always say that,
and there always is.

So, what are you
going to do now?

[sighs]

I have a horrible feeling

I'm going to have
to apologize to her.

I think that might
make me feel better.

What was it you were trying
to make, exactly?

Victoria sponge.

Right, yes, I see it now.

No, you don't.

No, I don't.

[laughing]

I'm looking for Mrs. Acaster.

She'll be here in a few minutes.

You're welcome to wait
in her office.

[sighs]

♪ ♪

No.

Stop it.

You're here to apologize,
that is all.

[sighs]

[opens bag, removes lockpick]

[safe unlocks]

♪ ♪

Ah, your friend is here...
Miss Scarlet.

She's in your office.

Thank you, Charles.

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[indistinct chatter]

[knocks]

I'm not entirely sure what
animal this grey meat

belongs to,

or indeed if it's animal at all.

No, thank you, sir.

I'm in training.

Apparently, I ought to be eating

a large quantity of meat whilst
avoiding too much fat,

and pastry has far too much fat.

Yes, so you have explained.
Several times.

Got something for me?

I believe so, sir.

It seems that Enzo hasn't
been working alone.

He has an uncle by the
name of Frankie.

Originally from Murano in Italy,

he was being investigated
for theft

but fled back there
before any arrest could be made.

But you think he's
in London again?

Well, we have word that the
workshop that he was using

is suddenly back in use.

That's good work.

I shall see if Detective
Phelps wants it.

That man will eat anything.

Doesn't sound like
anyone's in there.

Should we call for a locksmith?

[kicks door open]

I'll take that as a no then.

[hooves clomping in distance]

Quite the haul.
Indeed it is.

Take it up to the evidence room

and enter everything
in the log book.

I'll bring this up shortly.

I have news.

So do I, and I think you're
going to like it.

We found a workshop linked
to our friend Enzo.

Anything of interest?

Precision tools,
a diamond cutter,

clamps and pliers
for resetting stones,

and a box full of stolen
jewelry, including this.

[exhales]

My mother's brooch.

William, thank you.

Well, I'll have to keep
a hold of it for now.

It needs to be logged
and certified as evidence.

But I'll return it to you
as soon as I can.

What of this Enzo,
did you find him?

No, but I have officers
watching the workshop.

So what of your news?

For the last three months,

Arabella has been selling off
items of expensive jewelry.

Before you say anything,

I have proof.

Receipts of sale for six
high-value items

totaling 300 pounds.

I spoke to the pawnbrokers
in question,

but they refused to
give me any information.

Luckily, I have a friend

who is a detective inspector
at Scotland Yard.

Surely you're not going to
tell me this is nothing?

Good, I'll wait at my office.

As soon as you've spoken to
them, let me know straight away.

Were you this bossy at school?

{\an3}No.

But if I had been,

I might've
had an easier time of it.

Straight away, William.

[bell ringing]

[footsteps approaching]

[door opens]

There you are,
where have you been?

Working.

Well, it couldn't have taken you
five hours

to check the pawnbrokers.

This may come as a shock
to you, Eliza,

but I have many cases
to attend to,

and going on some
wild goose chase

to a pawnbroker's
on the other side of London

wasn't top of my list.
So you didn't go?

Yes, I did.

Oh... and?

[paper shuffling]

List of items that
Arabella sold to them.

None stolen.

All hers with full proof
of ownership provided.

"Heart-shaped sapphire ring."

But I saw that exact piece in
her safe at the restaurant.

You just happened to see it?

Well, she couldn't have
sold it and kept it.

Then it must be a similar ring.

Have you spoken to
her about this?

About selling her own property?

This has now been logged

and certified as evidence,
so you can have it back.

You're welcome.

William, this jewelry that
Arabella's selling,

it is new evidence,
why can't you see that?

I'm basing every decision in
this case on motive,

opportunity, and evidence.
What's that supposed mean?

Good night, Eliza.

What?

[door slams]
[sighs]

♪ ♪

[hooves clomping,
people chattering]

No sign of Enzo Moretti

at the workshop, sir.

Maybe he's gone to ground.

Keep the men posted overnight
just in case.

Yes, sir.

I've been reading about Enzo's
uncle Frankie.

When he first came to London,

he worked in a jeweler's run by
a family from the old country.

I think we should
pay them a visit.

Will they be open this
late at night?

Only one way to find out.

[trinkets chiming]

You're something of an expert
when it comes

to diamonds and precious stones.

I wonder if I might
seek your advice?

I'd, I'd love to help you,
Miss Scarlet,

but my eyes are failing,

and my body is tired. Solomon,
must we go through the same dance

every time I come in?

I know for a fact

there's nothing wrong
with your eyesight.

Furthermore, you're one of the
richest men in Canning Town.

That said, I will gladly
pay for your time.

Or buy something from the shop.

Or two things.

How can I help you?

Can you take a look at this?

Tell me what you make of it.

Hm.

Most convincing.

But not to the trained eye.

Convincing?

Well, if you ignore
the hurried mounting

of the stone.

These aren't real rubies,
Miss Scarlet.

They're Murano glass.

It's a fake.

It's a good one,
but still a fake.

♪ ♪

We'll come back in the morning.

Well, sir.

Is that not the brooch you just
returned to Miss Scarlet?

Go back to Scotland Yard,
get the bolt cutters.

Ought we not to apply
for a search warrant?

This is private property,
after all,

and there is no crime
in progress

or immediate danger to life.

Do you hear that?

Hear what, sir?

That lady screaming for help
from behind that locked door.

Ah, I see, very good.

Hurry up, she sounds desperate.

If you haven't been,
then you simply must.

There's a hotel on the seafront
with the most exquisite views.

Princess Beatrice herself
has dined there

on several occasions.

I will leave you to dine
in peace, do excuse me.

Thank you.

We need to talk.

As you can see I'm rather
busy, perhaps it can wait?

No, it cannot.

Lady Catherine, looking as
elegant as ever!

[clears throat]

Not now.
I know what you've been doing.

Having replicas
of your jewelry made.

Possibly to sell off
as the real thing.

Shall we have this
conversation in private

or in front of your guests?

Let me finish this sitting.

I'm struggling to keep
business afloat as it is.

Surely, you of all people can
empathize with that?

I will wait in your office.

Thank you.

[sighs]

ARABELLA:
Sir George, it's been too long!

ELIZA:
Grace?

What are you doing here?

I left some of my things.

I had to come back.

That's a lot of things in there.

Sorry, I really have to go.

What's in the bag?

[dog barking in distance]

It is Eliza's.

And you definitely returned
it to her?

This very afternoon.

Murano.

Enzo Moretti and his
uncle were both from Murano,

it's famed for the glass used
to replicate gemstones.

Jeweler would know
the difference.

On close examination, yes,
which would suggest...

This place must be in on it.

They show the customers
the real version,

then they swap it for a fake
just before sale.

That way...

They can sell the same piece
several times over.

Huh.

What's your plan
for these, Grace?

Who told you to steal them?

Enzo.

He and I...

I hadn't seen him
for a few days,

but he turned up this afternoon,

and he told me I had to do this
for him.

He was scared.

Said he was in trouble
and that he had to get away.

He said I had to help him.

What, by stealing
from the guests?

I had to!

If I didn't,

he said she would get hurt.

Who would get hurt?

Ask her.

[knocking on door offscreen]

Mrs. Herbert?

Yes?

I'm Inspector Wellington,
this is Detective Fitzroy.

We need to
talk with your daughter.

She is not presently at home.

Very well.

We'll come back another time.

[heavy breathing]

What did you say to him?

I told him Arabella was out.

What did he say to you?

What did he say to you?!
[whimpering]

I told her to leave
the door open.

[grunts, thuds]

FITZROY: A right hook,
excellent choice, sir.

All right?

Are you unharmed?

We're fine.

Thank you.

You can come in now.

Mother!

I'm quite well.

ARABELLA:
Thank goodness you're okay.

Thanks for the tip off.

Enzo found me upset in my
office.

I told him about the debts,

and he suggested selling the
jewelry that he'd seen me wear.

I was reluctant at first.

Partly it was pride.

I wanted to look like the
people I was serving,

but mostly it was my mother.

She would have the justification

that I could not survive on my
own.

So what changed?

Enzo told me that his uncle
could make replicas

of such qualities that no one
would know

they weren't the originals.

I would be free to sell what I
wanted

and wear the fakes.

No one would know and I could
keep the restaurant open.

I had no idea what else
he was involved in

nor what kind of person he was.

Am I to be charged?

Well, look there is no crime
in wearing fake jewels.

And as for the waitress

who was stealing
from your customers,

your mother's life was at risk,

so I can't say that you had much
choice.

I swear I would have reported it
as soon as my mother was safe.

I'll need you to fill out this
statement.

But there'll be no charges.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I must go and see
our friend Enzo,

and see what he has to say
for himself.

♪ ♪

He's a good man.

He is.

I'll leave you to it.

You were always talking

about your father.

Every day at school,
you had a story

about how he
had taught you new things.

He was so interested
in who you were.

I barely saw my father,

even less knew him.

He wasn't the least bit
interested in who I was.

I was jealous of you, Eliza.

And I wanted to punish you,
that's all it was.

So today we will make the best
Victoria Sponge

to whet the appetite of the
queen herself.

I'll make a mess of it, Ivy.

Then we will keep doing it
until you don't.

[chuckles]

[knocks]

Good day.

Ah, what brings you here

this fine afternoon?
Cake!

Made with my own two hands.

Wow!

That, uh...

that actually looks rather good.

Perhaps there's a homemaker
in you yet.

No, thank you,
I could think of nothing worse.

That is the extent of my
domestic effort,

so make the most of it.

Yeah, but surely one day

you hope to have a family
of your own to look after?

You're teasing me, William,
I won't rise to it.

[footsteps approaching]

[knocks]
Sir.

You, you have a visitor.

WILLIAM:
Ah, Mrs. Acaster.

For you and your men
by way of thanks.

We have a selection
as delicate as they come.

FITZROY:
Oh, I really shouldn't

but I may not be able to control
myself, these are exquisite!

I must make it my business

to assist restaurateurs
more often.

ARABELLA: Come on in,
there's plenty for everyone!

[indistinct chatter]

WILLIAM:
Come on.

ARABELLA: Eliza, I have
something for you too.

I was searching for some
old keepsakes

to show you and

I found this in
the bottom of the box.

[gasps]

My necklace.

I thought it might be yours,
I couldn't say for sure.

[closes box]
That's very kind of you.

Would you care to join
me for dinner tonight?

WILLIAM:
These are wonderful.

[giggles]
The pleasure

is all mine,
I miss having a man to feed.

You must try the tarte Tatin.

It is divine, William.

I'll do just that, thank you,

Mrs. Acaster.

ARABELLA: Please,
William, call me Arabella.

Where were we?
Dinner!

Tonight?

I've just remembered a
previous engagement.

Another time, perhaps.

Another time.

What's this little delight?

ARABELLA: This is a crème
brûlée with a pistachio covering.

It's delicious,
I think you'll love it.

[click]

♪ ♪

ELIZA: Good evening.
[yelps]

You're a hard man to find,
Mr. Percival.

What are you talking about?

ELIZA:
A rather notorious conman.

Help, help!

Monsieur, monsieur!

ELIZA:
This man is a wanted fugitive.

I merely wish to establish

if you are working with the
other detective.

What other detective?

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