04x01 - Elysium

[bunniefuu]

♪ ♪

My name is Eliza Scarlet.

I'm a private detective.

And, please, don't
say, "You're a what?"

ELIZA: I'm running
this London office now,

and I can assure you,
things will pick up.

We have exactly no clients.

[g*n fires, Eliza gasps]

Desperate times call
for desperate measures.

WILLIAM: No sniffing
around or digging.

I'm not a dog, William.

What have you done?!

You look tired.
You look beautiful.

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[thunder claps]

[whimpers]

[click]

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Here at Nash and Sons,

we offer the most
professional of services.

And I do not boast when I say
that these past few months

under my leadership have
seen even greater success.

A woman, no less, at the helm

of London's most esteemed
private detective agency.

[chuckles]

Eliza Scarlet,
chief investigator.

One T in Scarlet, Mr. Godfrey.

Ah.

As you can see, my success
here speaks for itself.

[people talking in background]

CLARENCE: Sorry
to disturb you,

Miss Scarlet, but I
need your sign-off

on the Whitlock
case investigation.

Of course.

Another successful conclusion
to one of our many cases.

And if you could ensure
that our address is placed

somewhere prominent in
the article, Mr. Godfrey.

[people talking in background,
typewriters clacking]

[typewriters and
conversations stop]

[people talking
outside, horses passing]

How many times?

It's the Whitlock case or
the Whitlock investigation,

not both.

I was not hired by Mr. Nash

to pretend to be a
private detective.

So you said, three times.

Thank you, everyone.

You know the drill by
now. [coins jingling]

Miss Scarlet, may I
speak my mind? No.

I know it's not ideal
that Mr. Nash's entire

staff of men have
left you. Thank you...

Deserted is more an
appropriate term.

But whilst he's in Paris,

it is my number-one
responsibility

to make sure his business
is financially viable.

As it is mine... thank you.

So, so, as his accountant,
I must advise you

in the strongest possible terms

that this, this financial
practice is not prudent.

Thank you. Thank
you, Miss Scarlet.

I know what I'm doing, Clarence.

Really?

Really? Because,
because hiring actors

to pretend to be detectives
tells me otherwise!

[door slams]

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So, I've done some
sums. [clears throat]

And our financial situation

is not as bad as
we first thought.

It is worse.

Hence my reservations

at hiring actors who
purport to be employees.

It's a waste of
money. It's not.

"The Illustrated Police
News" will publish an article

declaring our success

since Mr. Nash
left me in charge.

This, in turn, will
attract more clients.

The term "more" implies we
already have a full roster.

But the last time I
checked, we have exactly

no clients.

[stammers]

I do not wish to lay blame

squarely at your door...

Good, because the fact
they didn't want a woman

running their accounts is a
question of biology, not fault.

And the same goes for
Mr. Nash's staff of men.

My recollection is that
Mr. Nash's men left

because of the manner in
which you dealt with them.

Half of them never
returned after their lunch

and the other half strolled
into work when it suited.

I was trying to
run a tighter ship.

[chuckles]: Well,
Mr. Nash's way

was a little more respectful.

Clarence, need I remind you
that he's not here anymore?

I'm running this
London office now,

and I can assure you,
things will pick up.

If you say so.

I do.

WILLIAM: Get me the files on the
local talent from Felton Street

to Bridge Lane, anyone
handy with a knife.

Yes, sir.

You track down the
dead man's relatives,

inform them of the
stabbing. Straightaway, sir.

[people talking in background]

Hey, Duke... Not now.

[people talking in background]

OFFICER: Sir!

[forcefully]: Not now!

[people talking in background]

All right, let's get started.

[conversations
continue] I said, quiet!

[conversations stop,
file drops on desk]

[inhales]

Now, I know this last
month has been difficult...

Diabolical, more like.

But it has just
been confirmed that,

as well as the additional
areas in Essex and Kent,

we'll now be policing
further districts

in Surrey and Middlesex, too.

[men groaning]
Bloody hell, skipper,

we're flat-out as it is.

To cope with demand, all
leave will be canceled

and double shifts
implemented. [men groaning]

[knocks] I said not now!

It's urgent, sir. What's this?

Get to it, then.

[murmuring]

Fitzroy, Phelps.

Listen, if I want your opinion,
Charlie, I will ask for it.

I'm not telling
you to do anything

that I'm not already
doing myself.

I haven't been home for days.

I know, skipper... sorry.

Right, there's been a
sh**ting in Mayfair.

Sounds like an armed robbery.

It's that place at the
end of Turner Street.

The Temple of Elysium.

Elysium?

Is it a theater?

No, son.

It ain't no theater.

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[people talking in background]

Hello, handsome.

Hello, handsome.

I've already given my
statement to the officer

that was here earlier,
as did my girls.

I really must insist that
they be allowed home.

They've been working all night.

Well, that is as may be,
but I need you and them

to tell me the chain of events.

So, an armed gunman
entered the brothel...

It's not a brothel.

It is an elite gentlemen's club.

An armed gunman entered
the elite gentlemen's club,

robbed it, then shot
one of your punters.

A gunman came
through the entrance.

He held our watchman

at gunpoint and demanded
that he tie himself up.

Then he went from bedroom to
bedroom robbing my clients.

My watchman managed
to untie himself.

And then he went outside
calling for help,

instead of tackling the gunman
and protecting me and my girls,

which is what he's paid to do.

You'll need to
come to the station

to make a statement, sir.

PHELPS: I need a
description of the gunman.

A black scarf covering his face,

shabby cloth cap and overcoat,

average height, fair
hair, and blue eyes.

PHELPS: We'll need to talk

to your punters, too.

Well, they've all left.

This is a private
club, Detective.

Gentlemen come to
the Temple of Elysium

to enjoy some discreet time
with one of my goddesses.

Not to be part of

some police investigation.

On that, were you aware
that Greek goddesses

actually lived on Mount
Olympus, not Elysium?

Elysium was a paradise

for warriors
favored by the gods.

I mean, there may have
been some women there...

Yes, thank you for the
lesson, Detective Fitzroy.

Fascinating, I'm sure.

What about the
punter who was shot?

[loudly]: They
are not punters!

They are gentleman callers.

PHELPS: So, this
gentleman caller

was sleeping off
some overindulgence

and the intruder
tried to rob him,

and a fight ensued.

Which I assume is why
the fella got shot.

So...

[exhales]: Who tended to him?

One of my girls happened
to be with a doctor.

He examined him and took
him off to hospital.

And what did this doctor
say about his injuries?

I never asked.

Which hospital was he taken to?

I never asked.

What was the name of
the man who was shot?

They never say.

And let me guess.

You never asked.

Discretion is what this
place is built on, Detective.

Gentlemen come here
for good reason.

There is never a good reason

to be unfaithful to
your wife, madam.

Let's talk again when
you're married, son.

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I'm in a vicious circle.

No clients means no money.

- No money means no hiring of new staff.
- No money means no hiring of new staff.

[sighing]: I'm just hoping that
when this article is published,

it will attract new business.

Ivy, are you even
listening to me?

Sorry.

I've just got to a really
good bit in the story.

The detective has just
found another dead body.

Blood everywhere.

All you ever do these days
is have your nose in a book.

You're the one who
told me to read novels

like a normal person, instead
of your father's old law books.

Yes, but not all the time.

[sighs]

What about some
freshly baked biscuits?

Will that help?

Always.

And what about Moses?

He brings in a case or
two... when's he back?

Not any time soon.

Paris seems to suit him.

Well...

What about the inspector?

I can't ask him. Why?

Things aren't quite the
same since Arabella.

But I thought that ended.

Well, yes, but we haven't
seen each other in a while.

Why not?

Because I've been busy.

No, you haven't.

Go and see him, Lizzie.

[sighs]

Ah! Back!

The rest are for Barnabus.

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[clamoring in
background] Excuse me.

Jim.

Hey. Watch out, sir.

Here we go... thank
you very much.

[clears throat]

[clamoring in background]

William, there you are.

I thought perhaps you'd
left for the evening.

[door closes]

You look tired.

You look beautiful.

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Oh...

[chuckling]: Thank you.

So, to what do I owe
this unexpected visit?

Well, I was just passing
and thought I'd pop in

to visit my oldest friend.

Passing?

To where at this time
of night? Dinner.

With whom? Well, you
wouldn't know them.

Because they don't exist?

What's that supposed to mean?

I know you, Eliza.

You neither pass nor pop,

you premeditate.

Now, I'm afraid,
is not a good time.

We are experiencing an
unprecedented level of cases.

I cannot go into why...

Well, because of the
further expansion

of Scotland Yard's jurisdiction.

That's classified
information at the moment.

How do you know that?

I read it in the report

that's on your desk. [inhales]

Well, it seems you could
do with more manpower.

[chuckling]: So, how fortuitous
that I should drop by.

Since I'm now in charge
at Nash and Sons,

I have a large team
of men at my disposal.

- Ah, there it is.
- Ah, there it is.

[sighs]: The real
reason that you're here.

[stammers]

You were the one who brought
up being understaffed.

All I'm saying...

Yes, Eliza, I know exactly
what you're saying.

I always know exactly
what you're saying,

even when you're not saying it.

Good night.

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Thank you.

[people talking
softly in background]

[papers rustling]

I can confirm he
is the only patient

that was brought in today with
a g*nsh*t wound to the leg.

I need the gentleman's name.

He refused to share it
when he was admitted.

And since then, he's been
administered laudanum

for the pain.

It'll be some time
before he's able to talk.

Thank you, Nurse.

Matron.

Oh, straighten that cap,
Sister! Yes, Matron.

And see to the
patient in room five!

Reminds me of my missus.

Well... [exhales]

There's not much more
we can do here tonight.

We'll come back in the morning

when he's compos mentis,
find out who he is then.

[quietly]: I know
exactly who he is.

I've seen him at
meetings with my father.

He's a government
minister, Charlie.

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[bell tolling in distance]

[sighs]

[sighs heavily]

I have all the files
here, Inspector.

And once we've
gone through these,

I'll take you through
to the adjoining room

where there are even more
cadavers for your attention.

I can hardly wait. [sighs]

I do not exaggerate when I say
we are bursting at the seams.

Our coroner, Mr. Wormsley's,
agitated indeed.

He is a precise man
who, who prides himself

on his meticulous examinations.

Yet since this
expansion, he has felt...

and I hope I betray
no confidence here...

disgruntled, to say the least.

[sighs]

Yes, well, I share Mr. Wormsley's
concern, Mr. Potts.

Mm. Thank you.

COMMISSIONER
FITZROY: Wellington.

Sir.

Commissioner Fitzroy.

May I say what a,
what a pleasure it is

to have you here in person.

Leave us.

[clears throat]: I have a delicate
matter to discuss with you.

The brothel, in Mayfair.

The man who was shot comes
from the Home Office,

and he was not the only
gentleman of influence there.

Most of the possessions
that were stolen

have personal messages
and family crests

engraved on them,

so you can imagine
it would not be ideal

if it became public knowledge
where they were lost.

Yes, I can see that, sir.

Which is why we are going to
make it our absolute priority

to find out who did this and
to get those possessions back.

Yes. And I want you to
lead the case yourself.

Yes. And I want you to
lead the case yourself.

[clears throat]

Well, sir, you, uh, told
me to specifically oversee

all active investigations.

Oh, forget what I told you.

Many of these men have
a say in my budgets.

They could make my
life... [clears throat]

difficult.

So, you will lead this case

and you will resolve it
with speed and discretion.

And, if you do not,
I will hold you

directly responsible.

Is that understood, Wellington?

Yes, sir.

[birds twittering]

I won't tell you again,
I want no part in this.

Any association with that place
would be catastrophic for me.

I'm not just a
government minister,

I'm a married man with children.

Yes.

Nevertheless, sir,

there are some questions
that I have to ask.

So, the gunman came
into the bedroom,

demanded your possessions...

[exhales]: I need
some pain relief!

And I will send for the nurse

when you have
answered my questions.

Am I under arrest?

No. Then here is my statement.

I received this g*nsh*t
in a hunting accident.

This is what I have told my wife

and this is what I will
tell anyone who asks.

[grunts]

I do hope that answers any further
questions, Inspector. [sighs]

VENDOR [calling]:
"Illustrated Police News."

"Illustrated Police News."

Fresh off the press!

"Illustrated
Police..." Excuse me.

There you go. Thank you.

VENDOR: "Illustrated
Police News."

Morning, Clarence.

I have decided today is the day

our fortunes change.

Do not bother, Miss Scarlet.

I've already checked
and there is no article.

But Mr. Godfrey
specifically said

it would be in today's edition.

[chuckling]: Oh, well, journalists
will promise the moon and stars

until a bigger and
better story comes along.

If, as I had advised,

you had kept our advertising
account with them,

they would have prioritized us,

as they did when
Mr. Nash was here.

Instead, you saw fit
to cancel said account

and spend the money elsewhere.

For instance, on actors.

I'm curious, Clarence.

If you're so dissatisfied
with how I run things,

why do you not
leave like the rest?

Because...

I am not a quitter,
Miss Scarlet.

And I believe you could be a
little more grateful for that.

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I understand that a
police investigation

might not be good for business.

Well, that's an understatement.

None of my clients
will come within a mile

while there's a police presence.

And I can't afford
to have this place

shut down for much longer.

Then help me with my inquiries.

Don't you want to
catch whoever did this?

Oh, he'll be caught, all right.

It's not just the great and
the good that come here.

I have clients from
all walks of life.

- They'll catch that toe-rag for me,
- They'll catch that toe-rag for me,

And when they do,

he'll wish he'd never been born.

I must insist that
you don't take the law

into your own hands, madam...
we will find whoever did this.

I'm privy to many
conversations, Inspector.

Judges, politicians.

And when they've had their
fill of whiskey and women,

they like a nice little chat,

and I'm a very good listener.

Word is they're not very happy
with the great Scotland Yard.

From what I gather,

it's a shambles over there.

So, forgive me if I don't
share your confidence.

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[people talking in background]

FITZROY: Sir, I've gathered files on
all those with previous conviction

for armed robbery for
the past three years,

but there's over 2,000 of them.

Better get on with it, then.

But, sir, it's just
such a huge task

and we just don't
have the manpower...

[loudly]: Then tell your
father what a mess we're in,

because he sure as hell
won't listen to me!

[exhales]

That was, uh, that
was uncalled for.

I apologize.

Permission to speak, sir?

Oliver, you don't have
to ask permission.

It's just you haven't
been home for days.

You, you need to rest.

Sleep is a luxury that I
don't have at the moment.

Right now, we need to find a
way to go through those files

and compare them to the
description of the gunman.

Well, we're gonna need more men.

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[people talking in background]

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William, how nice to see you.

I received your telegram.

Although I must
admit I was unsure

whether I'd have
time to fit you in.

As you can see, things are
extremely busy at present.

Sorry to disturb
you, Miss Scarlet,

but I need your sign-off on
the Whitlock investigation.

Mm.

Shall we?

[people talking in background,
typewriters clacking]

So, this brothel in Mayfair...

All I can tell you is that
it was an armed robbery

where one of the punters was
injured with a g*nsh*t wound.

So, I assume the fact that
you're keeping his identity

confidential means that
he's a man of influence.

Eliza, please don't
assume anything.

It never ends well.

Well, it's an awful lot of files

you wish my men to go through.

Not to mention how vague the
description of the gunman is.

Perhaps you might be willing
to negotiate a higher fee?

Do you want the job or not?

Yes.

I'll take the case. Good.

Then I'll have the files
delivered this afternoon.

And no sniffing around,
Eliza, or digging.

I'm not a dog, William.

No, but you are relentless.

Do only what I ask
of you, nothing more.

My word is my bond.

If only that were true.

[door opens]

[door closes] [quietly]: Yes!

[door closes] [quietly]: Yes!

[sighs deeply]

[sighs]

I should not be doing
this donkey work.

Lest we forget, Miss Scarlet,

I am a fully
qualified accountant.

How could I forget, Clarence,
when you remind me so often?

And with just the two of us,

this task will take days
to complete. [sighs]

You're right, perhaps we
do need to get some help.

[chuckling]: We do not have the
money to pay for extra help.

Who said anything about paying?

I couldn't believe it when
I got your note, Lizzie.

Me, helping with a
real investigation!

It's just like in my novel.

The detective asks his
uncle for assistance.

Yes, he's an
ex-policeman, but still.

Right.

This little lot is done...
I'll go and get some more.

Are we brought so low that
we have to turn to your maid

for assistance?

She's more efficient than you.

For every one file you've
checked, she's done five.

[inhales]: Mr. Nash...

I don't care what
he did or didn't do.

I'm in charge now.

And if you're so
enamored with Mr. Nash,

why didn't you go
to Paris with him?

What?

Go easy, hey?

I don't need advice on how
to manage my employees.

Employee, singular.

When you were a girl...

Oh, please, God, no.

[quietly]: Fine,
I'll talk to him.

[footsteps approaching]

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In my determination to
keep this agency afloat,

I may come across as a
little terse sometimes.

I apologize.

All I was going to
say about Mr. Nash

is that he has an army
of paid informants,

including girls who work

at many different
brothels across London.

Where would I find information
on these informants?

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Why wasn't I told
this was in here?

Well, Mr. Nash likes
to keep the identity

of his informants confidential.

I'm the chief investigator!

You're the only investigator.

Right, um...

Police informants.

Legal informants.

Government informants.

Here we are.

Ladies of the night.

[people laughing in
background] I adore Mr. Nash.

Always so good to me.

- A very fair man... everyone loves him.
- A very fair man... everyone loves him.

Perhaps we could talk about
something other than Mr. Nash.

So, you work at the
Temple of Elysium.

For my sins.

I've heard of it.

I always thought it very clever.

A brothel themed as a
mythological paradise.

Hm, well, according to
the copper that came by,

women weren't even
allowed in Elysium.

Well, he's right.

It was one of the three
realms of the underworld

in Greek mythology.

Tartarus, the Asphodel Meadows,

and then there was
Elysium, an Eden for heroes

favored by the gods.

Well, I can tell you, darling,

the men that visit
me ain't no heroes.

[both chuckling]

So, this sh**ting.

The description of the gunman...

average height, fair
hair, blue eyes...

it's a little generic.

It's a pack of lies, too.

He was tall, brown
hair, brown eyes.

Me and the other
girls were told to lie

to the coppers by her.

Her?

Madam Hera.

That's not her real
name, of course,

just like Athena ain't mine.

Why would she tell you to lie?

Word is, she called in a favor
to find the gunman herself.

You cross the madam
at your own peril.

Poor old Dimitrie
found that out.

Dimitrie?

The watchman that was on

when the robbery took place.

She sacked the poor sod.

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[people talking in background]

[rings]

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Welcome to Solomon's.

How can I help?

Is Solomon here?

I'm afraid my uncle's gone back
to Jamaica to visit family.

Well, perhaps you could help me.

I'm an acquaintance
of his, Miss Scarlet.

I'm looking for man, a watchman.

He was dismissed from
a, a brothel in Mayfair.

I need to find his address...
I wish to speak with him.

I'm afraid I have no idea
what you're talking about.

This is a shop to buy
things in, Miss Scarlet.

And speaking of which,

we've just had a new
delivery this very morning.

The golden vamp butterfly
from the Himalayan mountains.

Very rare.

There are no golden
vamp butterflies

in the Northern Hemisphere.

Ah, my mistake, yeah.

This is the golden
vamp from Madagascar.

And nor are they
completely golden,

just the tips of their wings.

This is very pretty.

What if I bought one?

I'll wrap it up for you.

What if I bought two?

Then I'll wrap them both.

How about three?

A watchman, you say?

Let me get my pen.

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Miss Scarlet.

Mr. Sinclaire.

How are you, Miss Scarlet?

- Busy.
- Busy.

Always such a busy, busy bee.

I suppose, since
you've taken over

at Nash and Sons, not
that he has any sons,

time is precious.

What do you want,
Mr. Sinclaire?

Why, just to tell
you how hurt I am.

When I learned that you'd gone
to my underling, Mr. Godfrey,

instead of directly to me,

the chief correspondent of
our esteemed publication,

it was like a
dagger to my heart.

You have a heart,
Mr. Sinclaire.

That is welcome news.

"Basil," I said to myself,

"You and Miss Scarlet are old
acquaintances, are you not?

Why on Earth would
she do such a thing?"

The last time we
worked together,

you printed a pack of
lies... does that help?

Ooh, lies, you say?

Like the ones you fed
young Mr. Godfrey?

It seems that in your
eagerness to laud your success,

it has led you down the
slippery slope of dishonesty.

Oh, dear, dear me.

You see, I happen
to know for a fact

that Mr. Nash's entire
staff have deserted you,

and so, too, his
book of clients.

And so, in my capacity
as chief correspondent,

I have decided that I will be
the one to write the article,

and it shall be one
based on the truth:

that the once most successful

private investigation
agency in London

is now on the verge
of collapse. [gasps]

And it is all thanks

to the lady detective.

[cab approaching] Ah.

[whistles]

DRIVER: Whoa.

Good day, Miss Scarlet.

Ride on!

Sir... hup!

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[clamoring in background]

Let him go. Sir.

PHELPS: Any luck?

He's got an alibi, just
like all the others.

So, we round up some more?

We'll make a detective
of you yet, Charlie.

William.

Inspector Wellington.

Inspector Wellington,
Detective Phelps.

Miss Scarlet.

Get the wagons ready.

I'll meet you out front.

I have something I need
to tell you, William,

but will you promise
to remain calm?

[men shouting in background]

You hired actors to pose as
your staff of detectives?

I knew you'd react like this.

You fooled me into hiring you!
How would you like me to react?

Well, at least I did the decent
thing to tell you myself,

rather than you reading
it in Sinclaire's rag.

The decent thing was not to
lie to me in the first place.

There's nothing you can say
that I haven't already said

to myself. Oh, I'm quite
sure that there is.

It's all very well

for you in your comfortable job.

I haven't slept for weeks
worrying about mine.

My God, Eliza, there is nothing
comfortable about my job,

and if you had any
shred of concern

for anyone other than yourself,

then you would know this!

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FITZROY: Good
day, Miss Scarlet.

Is, is all well?

Not remotely.

But never mind that.

You're on the brothel robbery?

I am.

Good.

Because I have some information
I'd like to share with you.

So, the madam lied about the
description of the gunman.

Apparently so.

I've also put the feelers out
to find this dismissed watchman.

Thank you, this is most helpful.

Oliver.

Inspector Wellington,

how have you found him recently?

I cannot lie, um, I'm
concerned about him.

He hasn't been home for days.

He's putting all his
attention on this robbery,

to the detriment of other cases,

of which there are many.

Well, then, let me help you.

Share your findings with me.

Uh, this is a highly
confidential investigation.

I'm afraid I cannot.

[exhales]

However,

if I were to leave
the file here,

and if I were to just
pop out for a moment,

then if someone were to read
the file without my knowledge,

well...

♪ ♪

The man who was shot.

Any identity yet?

[whispers]: Page four.

[door closes]

[birds chirping]

[door closes softly]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[footsteps approaching
in hallway]

What are you doing?

Why are you not in your uniform?

I don't understand.

You are Nurse James,
due to start today?

Well, this room is a disgrace!

These soiled clothes should
have been disposed of yesterday!

And when you have done that,
his bed needs remaking,

his temperature recorded,
and bandage changed.

So get these clothes
down to the basement

ready to be incinerated,

get into your uniform, and
report back immediately!

Is that clear? If you
would just let me speak.

I'm not a nurse.

My name is Eliza Scarlet.

I'm a private
detective... and, please,

don't say, "You're a what?"

[hinges creaking]

[door slams]

[exhales]

OFFICER: Come on, come on!

Come on, we haven't got all day.

Go, go, go!

[men talking in background]

WILLIAM: Get this
lot inside, Charlie.

PHELPS: All right, you
ugly lot, hurry up!

[shouting]: Or you'll feel my
boot where the sun don't shine!

[William clears throat]

There you are, sir.

I have new information
on the Elysium case.

Go on.

The madam of the brothel lied.

The gunman wasn't fair,
blue eyes, or medium height.

He was the opposite: tall,
brown hair, brown eyes.

According to whom?

Miss Scarlet.

She seemed quite
certain of it, too.

I think I'll pay Madam
Hera a little visit.

Where's Ivy?

Gone to make dinner for
someone called Barnabus.

She did take a box
of files with her

to work through...
oh, this came for you.

It's a court summons
for rent arrears.

[sighs]

I really could do with
some good news, Clarence.

Well, the watchman you've
been looking for...

He's in your office.

♪ ♪

So, the madam dismissed
you after the robbery.

Because I ran outside for help
instead of tackling the gunman.

I came here 20 years ago
in search for better life.

But, as a watchman, I
have spent those years

getting beaten up and shot at.

And when I was young,
I did not mind, but...

I'm getting old.

I have children I
want to see grow up.

And because of that woman,

I will not be able
to put some food

on my family's table tonight.

I have no loyalty to her,

so I will tell you something.

I'm listening.

She told me to
lie to the police.

When I was calling for help, I
saw no gunman leave the brothel.

But if you didn't see the gunman
leave, then how did he get away?

A back entrance?

There is no back entrance.

I was forbidden to
ever go upstairs,

but I've heard

there is a secret
way in and out.

♪ ♪

DIMITRIE: The building
that adjoins the brothel

was once an exclusive
gentlemen's club.

It shut down years ago,

but it was once frequented
by the rich and powerful,

by politicians and even princes.

Legend has it that the clients
would use a connecting door

into the brothel as
a discreet way in.

Into the brothel as
a discreet way in.

If the door exists,

I believe that's how
the gunman escaped.

ELIZA [murmuring]:
Three sons of Titan.

Zeus, god of the sky.

Poseidon, god of the sea.

And Hades, god of the three
realms of the underworld:

Tartarus, the Asphodel Meadows,

and Elysium.

♪ ♪

[wood creaks, latch clicks]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

A b*llet hole.

WILLIAM: Well,
that's news to me.

What do you mean
they've been returned?

Exactly that.

Everything stolen
is in this box.

It was outside the
entrance this morning.

I've got no idea who left it.

So, I will return these

to their rightful owners,
and case is closed.

The case is closed
when I say it is.

I'll be taking the
contents of that box

back to Scotland Yard,

where it will be
logged as evidence.

As for you,

you'll come with me
and make a statement

explaining how you came
to be in possession

of these stolen goods.

I'm quite sure, Inspector,
that your superiors

have instructed you
to close this case

with speed and discretion.

Taking these valuables
to Scotland Yard,

and, indeed, me,

I would argue that is the

very opposite of discretion.

[chuckles]

So, we're agreed.

I will return these
to my clients,

and you will leave my premises

and bother me no more.

See, you're forgetting
something, madam.

There is a man lying in hospital
who was shot on these premises.

Last I heard, the poor minister,

he was adamant that he was
wounded in a hunting accident.

- No more days out sh**ting for him.
- No more days out sh**ting for him.

Not if his wife has
anything to do with it.

[breathes deeply]

[door creaks shut]

♪ ♪

[people talking in background]

I do not have the appetite
nor the inclination

for another argument, Eliza.

My day has been vexing enough.

I do not come to argue.

I come to tell you I've made

a discovery on the brothel case.

No, Eliza...

I know who the gunman is.

♪ ♪

There's a hidden door

that leads from the bedroom
where the minister was shot

into a room of an
abandoned building,

and it's there that
I found a b*llet.

I believe it was discharged
by the gunman as he escaped.

Trousers belonging
to the minister.

They were due to be
incinerated at the hospital.

So, what does this have
to do with the b*llet?

This was attached to the b*llet.

I recognized the
pattern on the cloth.

I knew I'd seen it
before at hospital.

[chuckles]

So, why, why would
the minister lie

and say that the gunman
shot him in the bedroom?

Because he is the
gunman, William.

[breathes deeply]

Why on Earth would I
want to stage a robbery?

I'm a government minister,
for heaven's sake!

Well, I've done some
digging on you, sir,

and it would appear that you're
also in grave financial straits.

I would say that that
is motive enough.

Being a junior minister
must be a costly business

if you hope for a promotion.

Dinners, theater trips, hosting
parties with the right wine.

It must be a strain
on one's resources.

[exhales]

Anyone who tells you,
"It's not who you know,

but what you know," is a liar.

I needed the money
to rise up the ranks,

to impress those with the
power to help me advance.

- So, you staged a robbery in a place where no one
- So, you staged a robbery in a place where no one

Would want to admit to being.

It is the favored brothel
by those at the Home Office.

It seemed like the
perfect place to do it.

So, while everyone thought
you were in bed intoxicated,

you disguised yourself
as the gunman.

And when it came to
robbing yourself,

you staged a fight
to make it look like

there'd been a struggle.

[inhales]

I planned to leave
the gunman's attire

and what I'd stolen
in the room next door.

I would then get back into
bed as the drunk minister,

and no one would
be any the wiser.

But then I heard the watchman on
duty yelling for help outside,

and I... [sighs]

I flew into a panic.

As I squeezed through the
door to the disused room,

I stumbled and fell.

And the handgun went off.

I've never used
a handgun before.

Bought it from some rough
type in a pub in Whitechapel.

But you had to cover the
fact you'd been shot,

so you put a b*llet in
the bedroom floor, too.

I told the madam everything.

I had to.

I needed her help.

She was livid I'd done such a
thing in her place of business,

so she instructed that
I keep my mouth shut.

And she would get
rid of the evidence.

Which is why she
pretended to track down

the stolen possessions,

when, in fact, she
had them all the time.

They would be returned
to their owners,

and the case would be closed
quickly and discreetly.

[chuckles]

[breathes deeply]

COMMISSIONER FITZROY:
Minister Delaware will resign

and go away quietly.

And this Madam Hera,

she's up to her eyes in
all this, too. Oh, no, no.

She's to be left alone.

She knows too much
about too many.

Sir, um,

this expansion is crippling us.

We lack the manpower and
the resources to cope.

My biggest fear is that
I am sending my men

into situations that they
are ill prepared for.

Someone is going to get hurt.

What would you have me do?

I cannot pluck money
out of thin air.

No, sir, but, um...

But perhaps this, this case can,

can give you some more
sway with the Home Office.

After all, it's for their
sake that we're staying quiet.

[inhales deeply]

You are asking me
to blackmail them,

a government department.

No, of course not, sir,
not blackmail, more, um...

More leverage to negotiate.

[inhales deeply]

- If I had my way, I would dismiss you with immediate effect
- If I had my way, I would dismiss you with immediate effect

For the mere suggestion
of such a thing.

[sighing]: But given the flux we
are in, that would benefit no one.

You are to keep your mouth
shut about this case.

Is that clear, Wellington?

Perfectly, sir.

♪ ♪

[door slams]

ELIZA: You were simply
thinking of your men.

WILLIAM: The police commissioner
didn't quite see it like that.

Would you like me to
have a word with him?

[both chuckle]

It's nice to see you smile.

Well, I haven't had much
to smile about recently.

[breathes deeply]

I'm sorry I lied to you.

[exhales]

I did try to lead Nash's men.

But they just saw me
as some bossy woman.

You're not bossy, Eliza.

You are determined.

[sighs]

Things haven't quite
turned out how I'd hoped.

Sometimes I do wonder...

If it's all worth it?

You are a good detective,
Eliza, very good.

And whatever happens from here,

you'll find a way
to make it work.

You always do.

♪ ♪

Are you just saying
that so that I pay

for dinner tomorrow evening?

I wasn't aware that
we were due to dine.

Well, the last Wednesday
of every month, we dine,

and that just happens
to be tomorrow.

It's been a while since
we enjoyed an evening out.

It has.

[chuckles]

Well, no more burning
the midnight oil.

You must go home tonight

and rest... I will not
have you falling asleep

at the table. I take
back what I said.

You are bossy.

Good night, Eliza.

Good night, William.

[door opens]

IVY: Night, Inspector.

WILLIAM: Night, Ivy.

[house door opens]

I've found something
in these files

you asked me to look
through. [house door closes]

The case is closed, Ivy.

It's not about the gunman.

It's about someone
else entirely.

♪ ♪

Now I understand why you
haven't sought another position

like the others.

Or gone to Paris
with Mr. Nash.

The small issue of
a criminal record

would have put paid to that!

You are mentioned as an
associate to not one,

but three criminal gangs
as their accountant.

- And not a very successful one, given you've served time
- And not a very successful one, given you've served time

For taxation fraud.

Mr. Nash hired me when
no one else would.

And I shall be forever
grateful for that.

I shall fetch my coat and hat.

No, don't.

Neither of us is
perfect, Clarence.

And if I promise to
be more accommodating,

I would like you to promise to
stop comparing me to Mr. Nash.

♪ ♪

So, we are stuck
with each other.

It seems so.

[both chuckle]

Together, Clarence,
we shall once more

make this agency successful.

And those that underestimate us
should do so at their own peril.

[chuckles]

Oh, um, on that, our informant
from the brothel, Athena,

came by for her fee.

She likes to chat, that one.

She told me something that
may be of interest to you.

[people talking in background]

Mr. Sinclaire.

Ah, Miss Scarlet.

How serendipitous.

I was intending to pay you
a visit this very afternoon.

It appears you have
saved me a journey.

Here is the story I have

just penned about
you and your...

[inhales sharply]:
lamentable fall from grace.

Would you care to read it now?

Or perhaps you would rather
wait until it's published,

which I believe it will be,

in tomorrow morning's edition.

No, it will not,
Mr. Sinclaire.

In fact, you will return
immediately to the office

and retract the article.

And why on Earth
would I do that?

You've no doubt heard about
the robbery that took place

at the brothel in Mayfair,
the Temple of Elysium.

The madam has asked her girls

to reunite their regular clients

with their stolen possessions.

And one of those girls
just happens to be

an associate of mine.

Athena?

She kindly allowed me
to return this to you.

[clears throat]

Very nice inscription
of your name.

No mention of you being
chief correspondent, though.

Perhaps the next time your wife

inscribes a gift, she'll
remember to include it.

Oh, and just to reassure you,

Inspector Wellington has
logged it as evidence.

So, should the need
ever arise to prove

your presence at the brothel,
it will not be hard to do so.

Good day, Mr. Sinclaire.

Thank you.

[urging horses]

♪ ♪

[click]

Miss Scarlet.

If you will excuse me,

I'm taking tea with
my good friend.

Theobald!

You wish to hire me?

Desperate times call
for desperate measures.

ELIZA: I'm sure I'll be fine
to visit such a dangerous,

violent criminal.

Alone.

♪ ♪

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