03x05 - The Heir

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SINCLAIRE:
You have a man's name

above your door
to lure in customers.

I can assure you,

one day it will be my name
above the door.

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IVY: Where are you going?

ELIZA:
The bank to ask for a loan.

No.
Absolutely not.

Duke has returned to London.

You didn't have to
come here in person

to tell me that.

PHELPS: No. But I wanted
to see your face

when I told you who he's with.

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[thunder claps]

[whimpers]

[click]

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[thunder rumbles]

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[opens drawer]

[shuts drawer, opens another]

[thunder rumbles, closes drawer]

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[tries pulling drawer]

[opens drawer]

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[picks up lantern]

"Let hearts keep their secrets."

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[thunder rumbles]

[distant banging]

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MAN [distantly]:
Who's there?

[wind howling]

[thunder cracking]

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You're a... a what?

A private detective.

And I apologize for the
lateness of the hour,

but I, I have some
urgent information

that concerns you,
Mr. Crabtree.

Have you heard of a man named
Sir Reginald Denning?

He died several years ago,

and this evening
I was at his house,

for reasons I will
come to in a moment.

Whilst there I found this.

It's the letter
Sir Reginald received

confirming your place at
Whitechapel Orphanage.

[thunder rumbles]

But why would he have had this?

My parents both died
when I was a baby.

That, that's why I was
sent to the orphanage.

Then you've been misled.

I also found a letter
from Sir Reginald to you.

But he never sent it.

It confirms that
he was your father.

[thunder rumbles]

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[paper rustling]

And Martin's mother?

Well, Sir Reginald
and his wife were childless.

Meaning that, er, most likely

you were the result
of some dalliance.

[thunder rumbles]

Why are you telling us this?

Sir Reginald died
seven years ago

without naming an heir
and with no next of kin.

And when that happens,

the name of the deceased
is added to a public list

of unclaimed estates

known as the Bona Vacantia.

Here is your father.

And here is the size
of his estate.

£20,000?

As your late father's
only child,

that, uh, money is yours,
Mr. Crabtree.

There must be some mistake.

[soft chuckle]
There's no mistake.

[laughs]

It's wonderful!

It's... it's bloody wonderful!

[chuckles]
I found you just in time.

If an estate remains
unclaimed for seven years,

it passes into government hands.

The deadline in this case

is 6:00 the day
after tomorrow.

So, so what do we need to do?

Uh... accompany me
to a solicitor's office.

We'll show them these letters,
and, well,

the proof that you are indeed

the Martin Crabtree mentioned.

And after that?

Well, in a couple of weeks,
the inheritance will be yours.

If you come to my office
first thing tomorrow,

we'll head over to Mr. Pew,
my solicitor,

and get your claim registered.

We'll be there at 9:00.
Make that 8:00!

[both laughing]

Thank you. Thank... thank you,
Miss Scarlet!

Oh ju... just one more thing.

My fee will be 5%

of the value of the estate.

That's the standard arrangement.

I trust that's agreeable?

I think that is more than fair.

[Eliza and Martin chuckle]

[chuckles]

£1,000?!
[chuckles]

I can't quite believe it myself.

To a change in fortunes!

And how you deserve it!

You must hold a party.

Good idea!

We shall fill the house
with guests.

And will you be inviting
Inspector Wellington?

Did I tell you how I managed
to find Martin Crabtree?

It's a fascinating story.

I've not seen the
Inspector here for a while.

It all started when
I saw this advert.

"Reward offered for information
on the adopted son

of the late
Sir Reginald Denning."

You see, I recognized
Denning's name immediately

from the Bona Vacantia list.

It's the government's list
of unclaimed inheritance,

which meant there was a pot
of gold waiting

if I could just find
his estranged son.

How long is it since he visited?

Who?

Inspector Wellington.

I honestly haven't a clue.

But just imagine what
I can do with this money.

[laughs]
It'll change everything.

I can hire full-time staff.

I can advertise my services
and compete with

the larger agencies

for higher-profile cases.

Have you two had an argument?

No! And can you please just
let me enjoy this moment?

Of course!

You have had an argument,
haven't you?

[places glass down loudly]

[horse whinnies]

I want the same text
on the door,

the brass plaque,
and the sign over the front.

"Miss Eliza Scarlet
Private Detective."

Yes, Miss.

Good morning.

What can I do for you, William?

Oh nothing, I just...
thought I'd pop by.

It's been a while.

Has it?

I didn't realize.

What's this?

I'm about to earn
an awful lot of money.

So I'm making a few changes.

Including putting my own name

above the door
and not my father's.

I see.

And where has this
"awful lot of money" come from?

Heir hunting.

Congratulations.

How much are we talking?

Enough that I'll no longer
have to rely on others

for work or favors.

Have I done something
to upset you?

[chuckling]:
What makes you say that?

Just haven't seen each other
for a while and it, uh...

feels like you may have
been avoiding me.

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

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'm expecting clients
any moment.

[door closes]

[whistle blaring]

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There's been a stabbing
in Pimlico, sir.

A gentleman m*rder*d
in his home.

Right, have a carriage brought
round, we'll go take a look.

Already have done, sir.
Ready when you are.

Did you see Miss Scarlet
while I was away?

Yes, sir.

How did she seem?
Sir?

Well, what was her overall mood?

Was she happy, sad, pensive?

She was pleasant
and positive as usual.

She really does tend to
lift one's mood I find.

Now, in terms of the m*rder,
I have some preliminary details

if you would like to hear them?

Did you get the feeling that
she had anything on her mind?

Miss Scarlet?
Yes!

Well, what kind of things
do you mean, sir?

[groaning]:
Never mind.

Just... tell me
about the case.

Yes, sir.
Of course, sir.

The victim is George Saracen,
early 40s, a man of leisure.

His body was discovered
an hour ago by his maid.

There seems to have been
some form of disturbance

or fight where he was k*lled.

And she never mentioned
anything about me?

Who, sir?
Miss Scarlet!

Was there something
in particular

I was supposed to look for?
Because, I must confess,

women are still something
of a mystery to me.

Just get in and stop talking.

[footsteps fast approaching]

Mrs. Crabtree.

Where's your husband?

[breathlessly]:
I don't know.

What's wrong?

Late last night Martin wanted
to go out and celebrate.

So he went to the
Royal Oak for a drink.

But he never came back.

Then an hour ago
this came through the door.

"To get Crabtree back,
pay £500 in cash.


in Belmont Crescent."

Did you see who delivered it?

Who else did you tell about
your husband's inheritance?

No one!

But, soon after
you left us last night,

a gentleman came round.

Called himself an "heir hunter".

He gave us the same news

about Martin's inheritance.

Martin told him that
we'd already promised

to go to the solicitor with you.

But then the gentleman offered
his services for free.

For free?

Martin said no.

We didn't trust him.

I have a close contact
at Scotland Yard.

He can help us.
No, please!

They said they'd k*ll him
if the police are involved!

[exhales]

I need you to try and find out
who these kidnappers are

and where Mr. Crabtree
is being held.

I'm already on a job.

For Nash and Sons.

He doesn't have any sons.

He has money.

Lots of it.

Moses, you do realize I'm about
to be a very wealthy woman?

Not if this heir of yours
gets a b*llet in his head.

Exactly.

But if you help me find him,

I'll soon be running an agency
twice the size of Mr. Nash.

And paying you double his fee.

You'll put that in writing?

Of course.

Naturally I'll need your
full name for the contract.

It's just Moses!

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The maid claims she last spoke
to Saracen this morning.

He relieved her from her duties
until the afternoon

because he was
expecting a visitor.

The maid give a name
for this visitor?

No. But she said a number of
strangers have visited

in the last few days,
which is unusual.

When she returned this afternoon

she saw an old woman
leaving the house,

clearly in a hurry.

Any description?

The woman deliberately
kept her head down.

And you believe her, this maid?

She's a young girl, sir.

She wouldn't say boo to a goose.

So, yes, I believe her.

Well, in that case
we definitely need

to identify this old woman,

as well as this "M. Skelton".

Saracen's only appointment
this morning.

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[indistinct chatter]

[whistling, men laughing]

[whistling continues]

MAN: Come and sit over
here on me lap, darling.

[men laughing]

You're a long way
from Mayfair, darling.

Did Martin Crabtree
come in here last night?

You his other wife?

Show the lady some respect.

Or I'll be forced
to teach you myself.

I've already paid this gentleman

for information
on Mr. Crabtree.

Apparently he was here
on his own last evening

and left at midnight.

And you are?

James Elderberry.

Heir hunter.

What do you want,
Mr. Elderberry?

To find out if you can afford
Mr. Crabtree's ransom.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Yes, you do.

He's clearly been kidnapped.

Mrs. Crabtree was hysterical
when she brought that letter

to you this morning.

And here you are
trying to find him.

Following women around London
strikes me as an odd hobby.

If you can't pay for
his release, then I will.

I don't need your help.

Where are you getting
the money from?

That's none of your business.

I'd like to make it my business.

Good day, Mr. Elderberry.

You're making a mistake.

And you are making two mistakes.

The first is that
garish handkerchief.

It clashes with your tie.

The second is laying
your hand on me.

[hooves clomping,
people chattering]

What are you doing here?

Ivy's making me lunch.

You don't have time for lunch!

I told you she was
in an odd mood.

[stage whispering]:
I think she and the Inspector

have had a row.

And I think Ivy should
mind her own business.

I'll go and get the washing in.

[door opens]

So?

No one's heard nothing
about a kidnap.

[sighs]

So can you afford the ransom?

What do you think?

[nearby footsteps, door closes]

Whoever's behind the kidnap
knew about Martin's inheritance.

So that's where we should
focus our attention.

What about that advert
you showed me?

The one asking for information
on this Martin Crabtree?

You could find out who placed
it in the paper.

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Or should I mind
my own business?

[groans]

How I hate it when she's right.

[chuckles]

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Oh, good afternoon, Officer.

I was hoping to speak to the
owner of the house, Mr. Saracen.

Has something happened?

Are you a friend of his?

I'm family.
His favorite cousin.

Are you indeed?

This advertisement would explain

Saracen's recent visitors.

Saracen was no heir hunter.

By all accounts
he spent most of his life

at his gentlemen's club.

So why was he so interested in
finding this Martin Crabtree?

Why are you here, Eliza?

I thought you'd found your heir.

[sighs]

Martin Crabtree has
been kidnapped.

What?

I came here to find out who
else knew about his inheritance.

Kidnap is a very serious crime!

I'm well aware of that, William.
Inspector Wellington.

But the ransom note
threatened to k*ll

Martin Crabtree if the
police were involved.

Well, we're involved now.

Miss Scarlet's right.

Saracen knew about
Martin Crabtree.

It looks like the k*ller stole
Crabtree's details.

There's an imprint on the page
with Crabtree's address.

WILLIAM: Meaning this m*rder and
the kidnap are probably connected.

It's a good job we crossed
paths with Miss Scarlet. Mm.

Thank you, Detective Fitzroy.

It's good to see
someone appreciates me.

What is the matter with you?

I don't know what you mean.

Do you have any other leads,
Detective Fitzroy?

You can address your
questions to me, Miss Scarlet.

[chuckles]

Do you have any other leads,
Inspector Wellington?

No.

Well, except for the diary
appointment with M. Skelton...

[sighs]
...and the old woman

seen leaving the house.

When does this ransom
need to be paid?



[distant whistle blaring]

[distant train clacking]

Right, it'll take us about

half an hour to get there
so we'll have to leave soon.

Now remember, the money in this
bag is counterfeit,

but there is no way that anyone
can tell just from a glance.

Yes, you already told me...
Twice.

[exhales]

I doubt that anyone
will stop to check it,

but if they do you will be
perfectly safe,

there'll be
plain clothes officers

stationed all along the street.

I, uh, looked into
Sir Reginald Denning.

Bit of a gambler apparently.

Turns out he was
m*rder*d in his home.

A, a robbery gone wrong.

No one was ever charged.
I know.

[sighs]

All right, there clearly
is something the matter.

What makes you think that?

Uh, the frown,
the avoidance of eye contact,

the brooding tone in your voice.

I'm not brooding.

[exhales]

Fine.

I know about you and Arabella.

Oh.

It's not for me to comment on
your personal life,

but given the history of
my relationship with Arabella,

and the fact that you and I
are such old friends...

Yes.

It feels like something
you might have mentioned.

Well, I, uh... I suppose
I was waiting to see

if things developed.

But yes, you're right,
I should have told you.

As a friend.
And have they?

What?

Developed?

They have, yes.

[exhales]

Then I'm glad for you.

For both of you.

We should get going.

[bell tolling]

[people chattering]

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Miss Scarlet.

WILLIAM:
Who the hell is that?

FITZROY:
I don't know.

Should we move in?
No, hold on.

You followed me here?

No, Mrs. Crabtree showed me
the ransom note.

Like me, she didn't have much
faith in you paying up either.

But perhaps we were wrong
to doubt you.

You need to leave.

Now.

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Where did you get the money?

Mrs. Crabtree said you wanted
to involve the police.

I won't tell you again.

Go!

[grunting]

Go, go, go!

[whistle blowing]

[woman shrieking]

[whistle blowing continues]
You stupid woman!

You called the police!

[whistle blowing continues]

Are you all right?

[breathlessly]:
I'm fine.

Who was that man
you were talking to?

[applause]

[door opens, closes]

Detective Inspector Wellington.

Mind if I join you?

Miss Scarlet was kind enough

to give me your business card.

So I went to your lodging house
and your landlady said

that you're always in here.

[soft chuckle]

Has Crabtree been released?

Well, I was hoping that
you could tell me.

How the hell would I know?

Perhaps you arranged
the kidnap yourself

to get that ransom
from Miss Scarlet.

{\an3}What?

Your landlady really was
very helpful.

Loves to talk, doesn't she?

You're no heir hunter.

You're a gambler and a
pretty average one at that.

You're two months behind
on your rent.

Oh, and she also told me
your real name.

Now, I think that we need
a proper chat, Mr. Blunt.

[men laughing, clapping]

♪ ♪

You're wasting your time.

Our man in the hat, where is he?

I'm not sure, sir.

So we lost him?

How is that possible?

I, I don't know, sir.

And Martin Crabtree?

Any leads on his whereabouts.

Not that I know of, sir.

Tell me something
that you do know, Detective?

Do you mean about
the case or in general?

[door opens]

Why would you pose as an
heir hunter, Mr. Blunt?

Because Crabtree's father
owed me money.

A lot of money.

Sir Reginald Denning?

Yeah. Denning played poker.

High stakes.

Eight years ago
my straight flush

beat his full house

and I won
ten bloody grand off him!

But the tight sod died
without paying up.

So you were hoping
to claim your winnings

from Denning's heir?

Exactly.

And when none came forward,
I looked myself.

But I got nowhere.

So I gave up.

Wrote the debt off in my head.

Then a few weeks back I picked
up rumors Denning had a son.

I greased some palms
and I tracked down Crabtree.

But Miss Scarlet
got there first.

[scoffs]:
So?

What's a measly finder's fee
against £10,000?

The only thing that matters

is Crabtree getting
to a solicitor's

by 6:00 tomorrow evening.

Otherwise the government
gets the estate

and I'll never get my money.

See, Denning's k*ller
was never found.

You think I k*lled him?

How the hell would that
have helped me get paid?

It's him dying that's
made it 20 times harder!

George Saracen was also looking
for Martin Crabtree

and now he's dead too.

George who?

[sighs]

Where were you yesterday
between 10:00 in the morning

and 4:00 in the afternoon?

Sobering up in a cell
in Bow Street nick.

[chuckles]
What can I say?

All the stress
got the better of me.

[chuckles]

[hooves clomping]

I made the decision
that telling the police

would the best chance of
getting your husband back alive.

What if you were wrong?

Inspector Wellington
will be doing

everything he can to find him.

[door opens, closes]

Martin!

Oh, thank God!

We were so worried about you!

♪ ♪

The desk officer confirms Blunt
was drying out in a cell

all day yesterday.

Meaning he can't have
m*rder*d Saracen.

Shall I let him go, sir?

Did you get anywhere
tracking down Saracen's visitor?

I looked into M. Skelton,

the name in Saracen's
appointment book.

There are 47 of them
resident in London.

Then I suggest you start
at the top of the list

and you work your way down.

Yes?

OFFICER: News about
Martin Crabtree, sir.

[exhales]

One minute I was walking home
from the pub,

you know, still not
believing my luck,

and the next,

a hood was pulled over my head,

and I was shoved in the back
of a cart.

Do you have any idea
where they took you?

No.

It was freezing wherever it was.

I was sure I was going to die.

How many kidnappers were there?

Two.

Both with East London accents.

[stammering]: Then about an
hour ago they suddenly bundled me

back in the carriage
and they dropped me off

a few streets away.

[soft chuckle]

Well, I'm glad you're unharmed.

The solicitor's office
is obviously closed now,

but we'll go first thing
in the morning.

Well, I dunno, I mean,
is it safe?

They're still out there!

We only have until
tomorrow evening.

You cannot delay any longer.

Ah, Miss Scarlet.

Good to see you
safe and well, Mr. Crabtree.

I'm Detective Inspector
Wellington.

I'll need you come down

to Scotland Yard
and answer some questions.

Once we're done there I'll be
assigning you police protection.

You'll stay at home under guard.

For how long?

Well, at this stage,
Miss Scarlet, I don't know.

Sir?

CLARISSA:
I'll see you to the door.

You're not seriously going
to keep him

under house arrest?

It's for his own protection.

The men who kidnapped him
are still out there,

and once they find out
that they have

counterfeit money, they might
come looking for him again.

But tomorrow is the last day
he can claim his inheritance.

Surely, you can let him out
for an hour or so

with an armed guard?
Look, someone was willing

to commit m*rder to get their
hands on that inheritance.

Maybe the kidnappers,
maybe someone else.

Crabtree stays in one place
where we can look after him.

Are you doing this to stop me
from getting that money?

What?

Why on earth are you
being so irrational?

Oh, is this to do with
me and Arabella?

[mirthless chuckle]

And I'm the one being
irrational?

ELIZA [offscreen]:
Stubborn!

Pig-headed, and utterly
incapable of seeing things

from anyone else's perspective.

Could anyone be more
infuriating?

This is Inspector Wellington
you're talking about?

[puts down glass]

I need your help, Moses,
not disparaging comments.

Inspector Wellington
won't let Martin Crabtree

out of his house
until this case is solved,

so we're going
to solve it for him.

By 6:00 tomorrow?

Exactly.
[sighs]

I need you to find out
everything you can

about this man... Eric Blunt.

I'm sure he's involved somehow.

And I'm still on double fee?

Fine.

And for your information,
I am not stubborn or pig-headed.

WILLIAM:
So I told her

that she was
behaving totally irrationally.

Which she was.

But she couldn't see it;
I mean,

the woman is
utterly infuriating.

[deep breath]

Sorry,
it's been a stressful day.

That's quite all right.

Do you work with Eliza a lot?

When a case demands it.

Which can sometimes feel
a little too often.

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

Since we were children.

She was just as infuriating
back then.

And yet you still work with her?

[chuckles]

Well, we all have our
crosses to bear I suppose.

Mmm.

[soft chuckle]

Anyway, how are you?

How was your day?

Fine, absolutely fine.

[bell tolling]

[sniffs]

Ivy, are you all right?

[tearfully]:
This is so sad.

Ivy, these were in order!

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

[sniffling]

Poor Sir Reginald.

He was completely in love
with Lady Denning

and they desperately
wanted a child.

And then finally
Lady Denning got pregnant!

The poor thing died
in childbirth

along with the baby.

So tragic.

Don't be fooled by
the sweet prose.

Martin Crabtree almost
certainly came

from Sir Reginald having his
wicked way with a maid.

The Denning family crest
is a fox

which seems entirely
appropriate.

That explains it then.
[sniffles]

In this letter,

his housekeeper, Miss Skelton,
is asking Sir Reginald

if she can see the baby boy.

She must be his mother.

Skelton?

Maud Skelton!

[whispering]:
M. Skelton.

[exhales]

♪ ♪

[whistle blares]

Ah.

Come to apologize?

Actually, yes.

The heir hunting,

the money, I think it may be
affecting my judgment a little.

I'm sorry.

Well, I'm sorry too.

I, uh, said things that
I shouldn't have.

Are you getting anywhere
with your m*rder?

Slow progress.

Well, I'll leave you to it.

That was brief.

You're a busy man.

[door opens] FITZROY: Ah, sir!

Yes? Miss Scarlet's
looking for you.

I just spoke with her.

I need the file on the Sir
Reginald Denning m*rder case.

I want to see if there are any
parallels with Saracen's death.

Well, I had the same thought.

Only I'm not having much
luck locating the file.

What do you mean?
It's missing.

[sighs]

Where did you find Miss Scarlet?

In the records room, sir.

[chuckles]

"A blow to the head."

Ah, the Denning fox.

Probable m*rder w*apon.

"Diamond necklace, silver frame.

Missing from m*rder scene."

♪ ♪

Head housemaid, Maud Skelton.

Found you.

[knocks on door]

[knocks]

Maud Skelton?

I worked as Sir Reginald's
housekeeper.

He was a good man, but troubled
after his wife passed.

Did you ever see Martin

after he had been sent
to the orphanage?

I visited every
six months or so.

The warden used
to let me watch him play

from the window of his office.

As his mother
that must have been

extremely difficult for you.

I'm not Martin's mother.

Lady Denning was.

She went early into labor.

It happened so fast there was
no time to fetch a doctor.

Martin was healthy and well,

but poor Lady Denning.

God, in His mercy, took her.

But that baby was reported
as stillborn.

The child so resembled
his mother,

Sir Reginald could not
bear to look at him.

He ordered me to take
him to the orphanage.

"Martin Crabtree" was the name
of a kind neighbor

who helped me when I first came
to London.

So that's the name
I gave the boy.

Who else knew that Martin
had survived?

No one.

Sir Reginald swore me
to total secrecy.

When did you last see Martin?

I lost track of him
a few years ago.

It broke my heart.

So why did you visit
George Saracen?

My daughter is very sick.

But there is one doctor on
Harley Street who can treat her.

He is expensive,

so when I saw the advert
offering that reward,

I went to see Mr. Saracen
and gave him Martin's name

and last known address.

He told me to come back
for my money later.

And that's when I found him.

Do you remember
seeing anyone else

near George Saracen's
house that day?

In the morning as I left, I
passed a gentleman arriving.

Can you remember
anything about him?

He was a smartly dressed
gentleman.

Nicely turned out.

He wore an orange handkerchief
in his coat pocket.

♪ ♪

[bell tolling]

♪ ♪

[door shuts]

Mr. Blunt.

Come to pay Mr. Crabtree
a social visit?

How thoughtful.

I'll come back another time.

This is my colleague PC Jacobs,

from Bow Street Nick.

PC Jacobs,
is this the Eric Blunt

that you arrested for being
drunk and disorderly

a couple of nights ago?

He looks nothing like him.

MOSES:
I went to Blunt's gambling den.

And?

Turns out Blunt wasn't
the only one

owed money by
Sir Reginald Denning.

Six months before he died,

Denning gambled his whole
estate on the turn of a card.

He lost.

But he never paid
that debt either.

So who won Denning's house?

George Saracen.

So Saracen and Blunt both
needed to find an heir

so they could claim what Denning
owed them.

But they couldn't both get paid.

However, if Saracen was dead...

[sighs]

I should update
Inspector Wellington.

He'll be angry, of course,
because I stole the file,

but this shows that stealing it
was the right thing to do.

And anyway, he's hardly
perfect, is he?

Although, what if he's so angry

he refuses to let
Martin Crabtree go?

I shall just have to trust him.

Although quite how I'd do that,
given his recent form...

Do you think I should
update him, Moses?

I just want you to stop talking.

[scoffs]

I want to be involved
in the questioning.

Do you, now?

Well, if it wasn't for
my tip off,

you wouldn't have looked
into his alibi.

You stole an official
police file.

I thought we'd moved
on from that?

When, exactly?

Now.

[exhales]

Sir, we found this
in Blunt's house.

BLUNT:
How many times?

I've never heard of
this Saracen fella.

"Mr. Blunt,

"a woman by the name
of Maud Skelton

"has come forward claiming to
have details of Denning's son.

"She's visiting me
tomorrow morning.

"God willing, we will get
our money after all.

"Yours...

George Saracen."

[sighs]

[softly]:
All right.

Saracen and I made an agreement.

BLUNT:
If an heir came forward,

we'd each claim half
what we were owed.

Well, the day after you got
this letter, you visited him.

No, I never went to his house.

We have a witness who will
swear she saw you entering.

Well, she's lying.

Mr. Blunt, you are
our prime suspect

in George Saracen's m*rder,

and, indeed, the m*rder of
Sir Reginald Denning.

I never laid a finger
on Denning!

And Saracen?

That letter was a trap!

Saracen knew I'd come see him.

And when I got there, he showed
me Crabtree's details.

I offered to present myself
to Crabtree

as an heir hunter and take him
to the solicitor.

But then Saracen pulled out
a knife

and says I wasn't going anywhere

because he's decided
to keep the money for his self.

And then what happened?

He came at me.

I got the knife off him

and I defended myself
like any man would.

I never meant to k*ll him.

Well, that's all very plausible.

Very plausible.

Except for the fact that you
planned your alibi in advance.

You got your mate to impersonate
you as a drunk

arrested at Bow Street.

Which would persuade any jury
you went

to Saracen's house
with one intention...

to eliminate your rival to
Denning's inheritance.

I'd put money on Blunt being
Denning's k*ller too.

He may even have been involved
in Crabtree's kidnap.

Which just leaves those missing
counterfeit notes.

What time is it?

Almost 5:00.

William, Martin Crabtree
has one more hour

to claim his inheritance.

[sighs]
You can have him.

Thank you!

Although I'm not sure

there's enough time to get
a cab across London.

[sighs]
Fine.

WILLIAM:
You can take my carriage.

[bells tolling]

[horse snorts]
I think we're going to make it.

Go, go, go!

♪ ♪
[hooves clomping]

Thank you.

MOSES:
Congratulations.

Oh, thank you, Moses.

So, when do I get
to see my contract?

As soon as you've given
me your full name.

And not just Moses.

That's not gonna happen.
Oh, come on.

Surely we're good enough
friends now?

♪ ♪

Mr. Crabtree.

Miss Scarlet.

I just wanted to come by

and give you this.

What you have done

for me and my wife

will transform our lives
and the life of our child,

and I didn't want you to have to
wait for weeks to get your fee,

so this is your first
installment.

From my savings.

Thank you.

That is very kind.

Wait till I tell Barnabus

I spent the afternoon
in Bond Street!

This is just the beginning, Ivy.

Ooh!

Tomorrow we'll start
looking at furniture.

I'm also going to buy a
phonograph for the office.

A what?
Oh, it's a new invention.

It records your voice onto a
wax cylinder and plays it back.

It will allow me to do
my own dictations.

Right.

[knock at door]

[gasps] That'll be the
Dickins and Jones delivery.

[deep breath]

Mm.

I don't care,
you've obviously made a mistake!

I don't think so, ma'am.
What's going on?

A ridiculous misunderstanding!

The constable here claims

the goods you bought at Dickins
and Jones

was paid for with
counterfeit bills.

What?

WILLIAM: Look, what we've
found. The ransom money.

Hidden in your outhouse,
Mr. Crabtree.

There was no kidnap, was there?
You faked it.

ELIZA: Why did you do
it? You'd just found out

you were about to be rich
beyond your wildest dreams.

Because I knew there
was no inheritance.

What do you mean?

A week after my father died,

I was visited by Maud Skelton.

She told me the truth
about my birth.

She also told me that because
of gambling debts,

my late father's inheritance
would be worthless.

If I tried to claim it,

I would be hounded
and most likely left penniless.

It was a poisoned chalice.

But why risk faking
a kidnap now?

I pray every night that my child

will have a more comfortable
upbringing than I did.

And that night,

with Miss Scarlet and Mr. Blunt
circling around me,

I, I saw an opportunity.

So on the way back from the pub,

I stopped at a friend's house
and I stayed there

until we got the ransom money.

And this friend of yours, it was
him that picked up the money?

Mm.

But two days later,
with Saracen dead

and Blunt facing a m*rder
charge,

there was suddenly an
inheritance to claim

after all.
Enough to make this ransom

look like loose change.

For the first time in my life, I
felt like God was smiling on me.

OFFICER: Yes, well,
hand it over and I...

[indistinct chatter]

So, what happens now?

Do you still get
your fee, you mean?

No.

Yes.

[chuckles]

Well, Crabtree faked a kidnap in
order to commit fraud,

which carries a potential
jail sentence.

However, two of the three
targets of that fraud

were Saracen and Blunt, and
the third was, of course, you.

So the question is,

do you want to press charges?

Mm, on this occasion,

I'm prepared to overlook
Martin Crabtree's actions.

I won't be pressing charges.

Which means you can still
claim the inheritance.

You don't deserve
Miss Scarlet's kindness.

You truly are one
of God's angels.

Oh, I wouldn't go that far.

I think I need
to go and lie down.

Do you want me to bring
you anything?

Just stay with our guest.

♪ ♪

[scoffs]
I've been so stupid!

Everything will be fine.

Your wife knows you're
a good man at heart.

Go and check on her,
I'll see myself out.

The Denning family fox.

Lady Denning.

Oh no.

You could put the frame down...

...and just walk out the door.

Pretend you hadn't seen it.

This photo of your mother

was stolen when your father
was m*rder*d.

I went to see him.

You know, the years,
it twisted him, he was angry

and drunk and alone.

He told me it was my fault
that my mother died.

That I'd k*lled her.

He wanted nothing
to do with me and I...

You m*rder*d him.

Please.

Please, just walk away.

If you choose to walk out
of this house,

you can still receive your fee.

Please.

I'm not going anywhere.

[sobbing]
I wanna meet my daughter.

Please.

[indistinct chatter]

Maud Skelton has admitted
that she told Martin

who his father was a few days
before Sir Reginald's m*rder.

She always feared that
he was responsible.

It's why she broke
contact with him.

Being abandoned because
your father blames you

for k*lling your mother,

it must be quite
a cross to bear.

It's a sorry story for everyone.

Including you.

[sighs]
The forfeiture rule is clear.

Martin Crabtree won't be allowed

to inherit a penny from
his victim.

So there goes my fee.

Eliza, I, uh...

I want to clear the
air about Arabella.

Your private life is
your own, William.

I know that you two haven't
always seen eye to eye.

But, uh...
but I, I don't want

my friendship with Arabella

to cause problems between us.

Nor do I.

I will endeavor to make
an effort with her.

I feel sure we will
become firm friends.

You're a terrible,
terrible liar,

but I appreciate the effort.
[laughs]

[hooves clomping,
people chattering]

So, looks like you'll
have to moonlight

for Nash a little longer.

And I know I promised
to double your fee.

Put it on account.

You're gonna put that up?

I was, but...

it turns out the
time isn't quite right.

When will it be?

I have no idea.

[inhales sharply]

It's Valentine.

Hm?

Moses Valentine.

A lot of people would pay

good money for that information.

♪ ♪

[door shuts]

[chuckles]

Thank you for the invite.

Thank you for coming.

I'm so pleased you
could make it.

William told me how
busy you are.

Well, I'm sure running a
restaurant

is equally time consuming.

I think we both like
the challenge.

[chuckles]
[knock on door]

And how fortunate for William

that he gets to work with you
so much of the time.

I doubt he'd use the
word fortunate.

[door opens]
Actually, no, he didn't.

[laughs]

Inspector Wellington, ma'am.

Darling?

What are you doing here?

I'm meeting you.

To go to the park?

The park?

Oh gosh, I completely forgot,
how silly of me!

[chuckles]

Still, since you're here,
William,

I absolutely insist
you join us for tea.

You don't mind do you, Eliza?

Not at all.

My mother always complained
I had a mind like a sieve.

You poor thing having
to put up with me.

♪ ♪

[exhales curtly]

[click]

♪ ♪

Do not open that.

ELIZA: It's a b*mb.

Do you have any idea
who is doing this?

MAN: I will be taking full
control of the investigation.

You any good with your fists?

[grunting]

Who put you in charge?

Someone has to be.

♪ ♪

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