01x03 - Deeds Not Words

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[Clock ticking]

[Sighs]

[Clock ticking fast]

[Click]

[Door creaks]

[Footsteps approach]

Forgive me.
I lost track of time.

[Groans]

I have been working
a complex investigation.

Investigating how much whiskey
you can drink in one night?

You speak like this
to all your clients?

Only the ones
who are two hours late.

Yes. [Groans]

I have not yet been to bed.
My mind isn't as it should be.

I've been discourteous,
and I apologize.

You are forgiven.

Now, what's this urgent business
you wish to discuss with me?

[Sighs]

Scotland yard wishes
to engage your services

in an official capacity...

Fully paid,
beginning this very day.

[Gasps]
I hoped it would be that.

The patronage of Scotland
yard will be good for business.

Thank you.

I believe you are the
best man for the job.

[Laughs]

I imagine that you have heard
that joke before.

No, not at all.

Now, what is it
you wish me to do?

There are various
political groups in London

who seek to cause disruption,

civil disobedience.

I wish you to infiltrate
one such group...

And report back to me
on their activities.

[Groans]

[Mumbles]

There was...

There is a...

I had...

Yes... here we are.

What crime have they committed?

There's talk that they're
becoming increasingly radical.

But no actual crime?

Eliza, being hired by
Scotland yard is a chance

to cement your reputation.

Do not pass this up.

Theme music playing...

[Latch creaks]

- Have I missed something?
- [Groans]

Your wedding.

No, it's for a case I'm working.

It's a false identity.

I'm Mrs. Alice Morgan,
from Richmond.

My husband is a solicitor.

We have no children as yet,
but two spaniels.

Perhaps
they should be pekingese.

What does this say?

It says women should
have the same rights as men

and be allowed to vote.

Haven't we got enough to
worry about?

I'm happy to let
men deal with it.

Ivy, without the vote,
we've no voice in parliament,

no say in the laws of the land.

Society is unbalanced enough
as it is.

For example
if you were born a boy,

your parents
may've taught you to read.

But if you support them,
why're you spying on them?

Well, in truth, I'm conflicted.

I believe in their struggle...
Also in the rule of law.

I'm consoling myself that
if they commit no crime,

Scotland yard
will have no cause for action.

[Laughs] Yes, the police never
lock up anyone who's innocent.

I don't like cauliflower.

You'll eat what I
cook for you, young lady.

[Indistinct chatter]

Come in, we do not bite.

[Stuttering] My
apologies.

It's my first time.
I'm a little nervous.

Flora mountford. I am treasurer
of the committee.

Alice Morgan... Mrs.

My husband's a solicitor,
we've been married for three years,

we've no children,
but two Yorkshire terriers.

[Flora groans]

Ladies, your attention, please.
Thank you.

Would you please give a warm
welcome to our chairwoman,

Margaret Fairfax.

[Applause]

Sisters...

We are the privileged few.

Who can take time in our day
to attend meetings such as this.

Most women
don't have that luxury...

Overworked, underpaid,
and forced to endure factory conditions

that would make
the hardest among us weep.

For years, groups such as this have
lobbied and petitioned the men in power.

What has changed?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

And our meager number
within this hall is further proof of that.

The time for talk is over.

The time for action is now.

[Applause]

On Friday,
an act comes before parliament

concerning the property rights
of married women.

I don't know what they'll decide
but we cannot sit idly by

and let a room full of men
discuss our future.

We must go
to the doors of parliament.

We must confront them
and make our voices heard.

There are three carriages
blocking the road.

I need them moved.

Constable, we are in a Lane
with barely any traffic.

I fail to see the problem.

I won't ask you again, madam.
Please move them.

No.

Have you nothing better
to do? Arresting criminals, for instance.

Another word of insolence
and I'll have no choice but

to take you down to the station.

[Hushed chatter]

[Gasps]

- Aren't you...
- PC honey church, isn't it?

You kindly returned my lost dog
a few weeks ago... Mrs. Morgan.

Might we speak outside?

[PC honey church gulps]

I'm a private detective,
I work for inspector Wellington.

[Laughs]
You're a private detective?

- YesS.
- You?

- Yes.
- You're a Private Detective?

Is this going to take long?
Because I have work to do.

What work is that, exactly?

Inspector Wellington has put me
on an undercover case.

[Guffaws]

We've met before, in his office.
You clearly recognize me.

- I thought you were one of Duke's tarts.
- I beg your pardon.

I don't know what you're playing at.
I'm going back inside.

You're interfering
with a police operation.

Of course I am.

[Snickers]

Excuse me...

Touching an officer
of the law is an offense.

Mind you, I'm sure you've touched a few
in your time.

[Groans]

[Gasps]

[PC honey church] Come along!

Unbelievable.

Before you start yelling
and thumping the desk,

would you at least listen
to what I have to say?

No.

Well, I'll say it anyway.

That constable of yours
was vulgar and disrespectful.

[Sighs] I asked you to go to a
meeting and tell me what was said.

- Which I did.
- I didn't ask you to as*ault

an officer of the law
and get yourself arrested... again.

You must reprimand
PC honey church.

So you wish me to be
chivalrous when it suits

but treat you
as an equal when it doesn't?

Are you a woman or a detective?

Why should there be
a distinction?

I wouldn't ask you if you were
a man or an inspector.

[Guffaws]
That's completely different.

Enlighten me as to why.

There's a level of self control

that is vital when doing this job.

Self control?

You have Rouge on your collar
and you reek of whiskey.

You'd do well to remember
who you're talking to.

How could I forget, William?
You remind me so often.

I've seen that look
many times before.

It's the look of having
battled with a man

or a spoiled child.

Are they not one and the same?
[Laughs]

I presume they're charging you.

When is your case to be heard?

I was only given a caution.
No charges will be brought.

That is surprising...
But most impressive.

What did you say to them?

I really must be going,
excuse me.

We have a committee meeting
on Tuesday. You must come.

That's very kind of you,
but I can't return to the group.

You saw the other members...
Middle-aged, set in their ways.

The movement needs
fresh blood...

A new generation.

There are certain
aspects of my life that are...

Complicated.

Is it your husband?
You're worried what he will say?

It's not that.

There's always a man
somewhere telling us what we can

and can't do.

I'm right about that, am I not?

A few years ago
I wanted to go to university,

but my father forbade it.

So I begged, borrowed,
stole the fees, and went anyway.

I achieved a first class degree
in chemistry.

Of course,
with no official qualifications,

since women are not allowed
to graduate.

Things can change, Alice.
But only if we make them.

- I'm not who you think I am.
- No one is.

All that matters
is we're on the same side.

Tuesday evening.
You'd be most welcome.

[Indistinct chatter]

Good evening.

[Gasps]

[Footsteps approach]

Mrs. Morgan, I was unaware
you were invited.

Margaret asked me to attend.

Another thing
she omitted to tell us,

along with where she actually is.
You don't know, I take it?

No, I don't.

[Gasps] Not again.

Margaret Fairfax... is she here?

No, she is not.
May I know who is asking?

My name is
detective inspector Wellington.

- For god sake Eliza, what are you doing?
- Eliza?

He was found on her doorstep.

There were witnesses that
saw her sh**t him then run off.

Who is he?

All I have at this point
is one fact...

Margaret Fairfax
is wanted for m*rder.

The question is,
where the hell is she?

He has no identification at all? No.
No jewelry, nothing in his pockets?

Please don't ignore me.
You know how I hate it.

You were the last person to see
Margaret, so what I need from you,

all I need from you,
is a detailed witness statement.

A statement that you assured me
you would sit quietly and write.

From his clothes and general appearance,
I'd say he's a professional man.

His hands are certainly
not those of a laborer.

You assured me you'd sit in
silence and write your statement.

There are stains on the cuffs of his shirt.
Some form of chemical, I think.

Perhaps he was a pharmacist.

[Sighs] This was a mistake, I
shouldn't have brought you here.

I was shaken and upset by this violent
crime. I feel safer in your presence.

You're trying to shoehorn yourself into
my investigation, and it won't work.

Inspector, I thought I made it clear
that it was inappropriate for ladies...

Even those who purport to be private
detectives, to be on these premises.

For god sake, I've been here
before and lived to tell the tale.

This is no place for a lady.

Both of you, quiet.
I'm trying to concentrate.

If she's to stay you'll need
to sign a consent form.

Get out!

This is not fitting.
Not fitting at all.

[Guffaws]

I meant you, too.

William, I've met
Margaret Fairfax, you have not.

- I know I can be of some help.
- Eliza.

You hired me in an official capacity.
You must believe in my skills.

Why not put them to use? -I hired
you because you're a woman,

and I could not
go to that group myself.

To be frank, it wasn't official.
I assumed you needed the work.

-What? -It was the act of a friend.
I was trying to help.

Well, in that case, you can forget
about any help from me in future.

Thank the lord.

But... you don't have the
faintest idea who this man is,

or why he's dead, yet you
cast aside my help so easily.

There's no doubt in my mind that
this was Margaret Fairfax's lover.

It was a crime of passion.

Of course you'd think that,
that's the easiest option.

Meaning what, exactly?

That you're happy
to take the path of least resistance.

You increasingly
rest on your laurels.

You resent my opinions because they
stir you from a self-imposed slumber.

[Exhales vigorously] Mr. Potts!

Yes?

- [Door bangs]
- [Sighs]

Good day, Fraulein Scarlet.

Herrhildegard.

Do you have a few moments?

When you say "a few..."

I just read this week's
illustrated police news.

There is one particular case
that has perplexed me so.

I'm rather busy at the moment.
Perhaps another time.

A parrot was found poisoned
at the m*rder scene.

Why would that be?

I have not read the
latest edition,

but when I do
we shall most definitely discuss it

I do have one theory..

As I said, Herrhildegard,
I'm rather busy, but...

We'll talk again on Wednesday.

It is Wednesday, Miss Scarlet.

Marvelous. See you then.

Save your breath
I know what you're going to say.

[Henry] What is that, exactly?

That I was rude
to herr hildegard.

I'll apologize.
He'll understand.

Yes, he will.

William, on the other hand,
may not.

You need him as an ally, Eliza.

Have I not shown myself capable? Why must I
continually have to prove myself to him?

Oh... why must you, a female
detective, have to prove yourself?

That's your question?

It's not fair!

Spoken like a woman.

Don't be cross. It's you putting
these words in my mouth.

When a man loses his temper, he's
seen as strong and forthright.

But a woman? She's seen as emotional...
Hysterical.

Incapable of rational thought.
Give men reason, give them logic.

Give them cold hard facts.

That will truly confuse them.
[Laughs]

[Sentimental music playing]

[Moses] Off you go now, sir.

Watch your wallet
on your way home.

These streets
are full of thieves.

I believe the phrase
is "daylight robbery."

- Are you going to report me?
- If you don't help me.

- That's blackmail.
- That's business.

What do you want?

I'm working a m*rder case for
Scotland yard and I need your help.

If you're working
for Scotland yard,

why don't you ask them
to help you?

Let's just say
it's not that straight-forward.

Never is with you, lady.

Jesus.

I didn't come to anger you,
merely to show you something.

For the past two years, Margaret's been
pawning her possessions to make ends meet.

I spent all night
searching her house,

which was sparse,
to say the least.

As did I.

- I tracked down the local pawn brokers.
- In the middle of the night?

With the help of
an associate of mine.

He knows where they drink.

I've pieced together a picture of her
life from the possessions they bought.

Fairfax is not her real name.

She was born
Margaret Davidson-merritt.

Her parents are dead
but she has a brother.

It seems they had a falling out.

I have his name, address, and the
gentleman's club he belongs to... brownlee.

He takes lunch there most days.

I know you'd have got this
information yourself. -Yes, I would.

- Perhaps even today.
- Almost certainly.

But, I have it now.

Trust me when I say
this is not one up man ship.

I did this to show you
how much I want your respect.

Frank!

Yes chief?

A message to the brownlee club..

See if a..

Terence Davidson-merritt is there.

Terence Davidson-merritt's
a criminal barrister.

We'll need our wits
about us to speak to him.

Eliza, I don't want to go over old
ground but he's at a gentleman's club.

You won't be allowed in.

Surely no doors are
closed when one is accompanied

by the finest inspector
at Scotland yard.

What if I do as you say
and force them to let you in?

There'll be so much commotion that
the place will fall into chaos.

The first rule of questioning
is to maintain calm.

I need Davidson-merritt
compliant

and I can't do that if there's a
circus about the place.

- You're right.
- Can I have that in writing?

I'll call on you later
to update you on my progress.

Oh and...

Well done.

Mr. Davidson-merritt?

Detective inspector Wellington.
May I have a moment, sir?

That depends on the reason.

I wish to discuss your sister,
Margaret.

Then the answer is no. Good day.

It is I'm afraid..Most urgent.

I have not seen Margret for years,
I know nothing of her whereabouts

and I have no inclination to discuss
anything remotely concerned with her

good day.

- I told you...
- I know what you told me, sir.

Now, let me tell you something.

We can either do this here,
or if you'd prefer,

I can call in the uniformed police
officers that I've asked to wait outside.

They'll take you from here, kicking
and screaming, if necessary,

down to Scotland yard, where we
can discuss the matter there.

- Brandy?
- That'd be most welcome.

Margaret brought shame
on our family for years.

She gave too much time,

and too much money, our money,
to that damn group.

The suffrage society?

It's not just suffrage
she campaigned for.

She funded legal actions
against this club.

Trying to get women to join.

Hundreds, if not thousands,
of pounds wasted.

Drove my father
into an early grave, I'm sure.

That is when I cut off
her allowance.

Do you know anything
of her personal life?

- Did she have a lover?
- God knows.

It's possible, though she spent
most of her time campaigning.

My sister is a fanatic.

When she was 17, she told my
father she was on her way here,

to the club. She declared
she'd force her way in

and make her fury known
about the exclusion of women.

My father forbade it,
but she was utterly determined.

When he tried to stop her, she went
for him. Kicking, biting, scratching.

Took three of us to subdue her.
The woman is...

Unhinged. Capable of anything.

Even m*rder?

Good afternoon... Mrs. Morgan.

A spy working for Scotland yard.

I'm reluctantly impressed.

Inspector Wellington's
on his way here right now.

No, he's not.

He's drinking Brandy
with my brother.

...and coming here straight after.
We're working together.

Really? That's why he sent you
off like a good little girl?

Women aren't allowed
in the brownlee club.

You honestly believe a detective inspector
couldn't gain you access if he wished?

That dead man
outside your house...

Who was he?

Just another in a long line of men
who've tried to beat me into submission.

You cannot run forever.
You must give yourself up.

I intend to... but not yet.

That is why I've come to you.

I truly commend
what you've achieved.

But you must know
you can only get so far.

You'll never get the respect you
deserve until all women have a voice.

I will hang
for k*lling that bully.

I accept that.

But let my arrest
further the cause.

Let its news infiltrate
every gentleman's club,

where they suck their Brandy and plan
their laws to keep us in bondage.

The newspaper will lap up my story

and no man in this country
will have any choice,

but to read the words I cry out
from parliament square.

You still mean
to attend the protest?

None of your group will go now.

But I will.

When the men of westminster
palace vote the act down,

I will be there.

As they file out,

heading to their clubs,
brothels and gambling dens,

they will hear our rallying cry.

"Votes for women."

Come with me, Eliza.
Be part of history.

I cannot... I'm sorry.

Then give me one last chance...

To make a difference,
before I'm arrested.

Tell no one of my plan.

[Duke] There's no love lost between
Davidson-Merritt and Margaret.

And the feeling
is entirely mutual.

That's why she changed
her name to Fairfax.

Eliza, am I boring you?

Sorry what?

I'm only here because
Davidson-merritt was your lead.

- I thought you'd be grateful.
- Grateful?

What's the matter with you
this morning?

Nothing.

Which, in your case,
means something.

Just... go on...
What else did you find out?

Margaret's aggression
was evident from an early age.

Generations of men in her family
belonged to the brownlee club.

She railed against the fact
that women weren't allowed in.

Her brother thinks
she's unhinged.

Being a passionate advocate for women's
rights doesn't make one unhinged.

We still have no identification
on our dead man

but all the signs
say it was a crime of passion.

I am certain
that he was her lover.

Any clues as to whether
the man was aggressive?

What clues would we have?
We know nothing of him.

Is there something
you're not telling me?

No... of course not.

Good. Then I need your help interviewing
the ladies of the committee.

They'll be more open to a woman.

I'm not sure I wish to continue
working on this case. There are...

Complications.

[Groans] I cannot force you
to continue...

- Thank you.
- But you will not get your fee.

What? -I hired to do a job
and you haven't completed it.

I went to the meeting
as requested.

Inspector Wellington, there's
a messenger here for you.

Do your job, Eliza.
Question those women.

And you'll get your fee.

There is a man at the kitchen
door, but he's not a messenger.

Then why say he was? Who is it?

He wishes to see Miss Scarlet.

[Ivy] It's the kind of man this
house has never seen before.

I thought it better
if he saw you instead.

[Suspenseful music plays]

I need to see Miss Scarlet.

- What for?
- She owes me money

- what for?
- Some services I did for her.

Those being?

I'd like to speak
to her directly.

She's busy.

Then I will come back
when she is less busy.

No, you will not.

You are the inspector?

She's mentioned you.

Really?
Well, she's never mentioned you.

How much does she owe you?

- [Coins clink]
- This is what she owes you.

And this
is to never contact her again.

I don't think she'd like you deciding
who she sees and who she doesn't.

I don't care what you think.

Being a female detective is struggle
enough, without someone like you

ruining her reputation
completely.

Someone like me?

Theft, extortion, fraud.

Your criminal record
is impressively varied.

Well... I am flattered that you've
taken such an interest in me.

I would recommend that you leave
now, and do not come back.

I wish it to be documented
that myself and my ladies

resent being pulled into this...
Ghastly situation.

I understand. But if we could get back to
the question of Margaret's whereabouts.

I have not seen, nor heard,
from Margaret.

But her behavior
is quite unacceptable

we believe in change through
rule of law,

not anarchy or violence.

- Of course.
- Of course?

So you are in agreement, yet your
conduct appears to the contrary,

Mrs. Morgan...

Or is that Miss Scarlet? It's all
very confusing... and underhand.

Did Margaret ever mention any
other property she might own?

No, she did not.

- Did she mention...
- Even if she had...

I would only inform a police officer...
A real police officer.

[Sniffles]

Do you know of of any romantic relationship
that Margaret might've been engaged in?

I refer you
to my previous statement.

[PC honey church guffaws]

- Flora...
- Mrs. Mountford, to you.

[Sniffles]

Do you have a sinus problem,
PC honey church?

If so, I'll ask
inspector Wellington

to investigate an alternative
situation for you.

I hear the air in cornwall is a great deal
cleaner than this great city of ours.

And if I feel your responses
are hindering the investigation,

I'll have no hesitation to request your
detainment overnight in one of the cells.

You wish to dragoon me?

If I knew what that meant,
I might be able to answer.

I assume it's an old-fashioned
term used for intimidate.

No one knew where she might be.

But, there was a disagreement between
Margaret and flora mountford.

They clashed over which charity should
benefit from the group's donations.

I've been making inquiries
into missing persons,

but, as yet, we still have
nothing on our victim.

William, I've fulfilled
my side of the bargain.

I'd like to be paid
and taken off this case now.

Intelligent militants.
Dangerous combination, indeed.

Militants?
I'd argue pragmatist.

Fifteen years those women
have petitioned parliament,

with no effect.

Don't be duped into thinking this woman has
anything but her own interests at heart.

She comes from a wealthy family.

That tells me they didn't give her
enough attention, or enough discipline.

How do you know she wasn't at the mercy
of constant discipline from men?

I've seen spoiled, wealthy
women a great deal in my job.

All of whom would've benefited
from a firm hand from her father.

My father never
raised his hand to me.

[Groans] Point proved, I think.

Anyway, back to Margaret.

According to her brother,
she was always somewhat erratic.

Apparently, she was expelled
from chancery college.

The charities I mentioned
that she and flora clashed over,

one of them was the women's
faculty at that same university.

Margaret insisted
they give them money.

Why give money
to a place that expels you?

[Man] Yes, I remember margaret.

More of a cautionary tale than a student.

How so?

Well..

Not wishing to offend present company..

She proved a point that some of
us believed about the fairer sex.

That there presence in
institutions such as ours

brings more trouble than it is worth.

What happened?

She was asked to leave,
midway through her first year.

Immoral conduct,
I believe we called it.

Might you be more specific, sir?

With her professor. I'm sure you
can fill in the gaps.

I see.
And who was this professor?

Dr. Gill. He is the head
of our chemistry faculty.

Margaret was dismissed but the tutor
involved carried on his employment?

Do you have any other questions?

Yes. Can we see Dr. Gill?

Top row, far right.

I mean speak with him.

He hasn't been in attendance
for a few days.

William... it's him.

It's our dead man.

What exactly are we looking for?

We'll know it when we see it.

This is going to take some time.

You may need to bring
some of your men.

[Duke] Eliza...

[Ominous music playing]

What on earth?

Is that cement?

It's kieselguhr. It's used
for chemical filtration.

Why do this here, why not at one of
the laboratories at the college?

Angina tablets.

There must be... thirty bottles.

Look at the main ingredient.

"Nitroglycerin."

You don't think he was...
Making a b*mb?

Where the hell is it?

I know exactly where it is.

I want every available officer
to parliament square.

Every inch needs to be searched.

Before you begin an angry tirade,
please, let me explain myself.

You have let me down, Eliza.

Is that all you're going to say?
You're not going to yell at me?

I'd prefer that.

Let go of my arm.

You're making me nervous.
You're not yourself.

There's nothing to say.

I had to follow my conscience.

- [Sighs]
- [Smash]

I was wrong. I preferred it
when you were calm.

Do you not think that I face
moral dilemma in my position?

You've the gall to call me lazy
yet you know nothing

of the grizzly scenes I face,
day after day.

Yes, they grind you down. But, I know the
difference between what is right and wrong.

You've been in this business for five
minutes, yet can you say the same?

I know this is no defense...

But, the things Margaret said, it was
like she could see into my heart.

Because of that, I trusted her.

What about me? Have I not shown
myself worthy of your trust?

Do I mean nothing to you?

Course you do.
You mean a great deal.

Yet, you trusted a liar over me.

You're many things, Eliza but I didn't
think you gullible of such manipulation.

You're right, William.
I am gullible.

When I return,
I don't want you here.

In fact,
I never want to see you again.

She knew I'd tell you, William.

She knew.

Clean the hearths, build the
fires, Polish the brass.

Then report to the kitchen where you
will work for the remainder of your day.

You're forbidden
in the member's area

when the gentlemen
begin to arrive.

Anything that needs addressing
in these areas,

a male staff member
will attend to.

Yes, Mr. Bartlet.

Do not fraternize
with my male staff.

They have much work,
and don't need distracting.

Of course, Mr. Bartlet.

Start in there.

Yes, sir.

[Duke] Hello Margaret.

[Suspenseful music plays]

I knew you'd have to tell him of my plan...
Since you seek his approval so.

I seek no one's approval. Myself and
inspector Wellington are equals in this.

Equals? [Guffaws] Yet, you were not
allowed to be present at my arrest,

since it was in
a gentleman's club.

[Sighs] Let's get
this over with, shall we?

You wanted parliament shut down, so that
all the mps called to London for the vote

would take refuge
in their clubs.

When your expl*sive went off,
the brownlee would be full

of the men you despise
more than anyone.

Dr. Gill was
an exceptional scientist.

It's a shame the
fruits of his labor were not seen.

He never hurt you did he?

I believe you gave yourself
those bruises to fool me.

He was the kindest, sweetest man.
Extremely useful, too.

Even though I paid him well,
it all became too real for him.

He got cold feet,
threatened to inform the police.

He was no longer
of any use to me.

You have sunk low indeed, if you judge
a life by how useful they are to you.

Says the woman who betrayed
the only cause that matters.

I have betrayed no one. I've
stayed true to my conscience.

You keep telling yourself that.

And that your
little detective business

is blazing a trail
for other women to follow.

Yet, you work for men.
You do whatever they ask.

You take their money
in the hope they use you again.

- You may as well be working in a brothel.
- Right. That's enough.

Is that really necessary?

I don't need pity
from a woman like you.

At least I've tried
to make a difference.

But you... everything you are,
everything you do, is for yourself.

No one else.

She knows nothing of you.

Besides, her view of the world
isn't connected with reality.

You can't make people
agree with you by k*lling them.

I mean... we're not the French.

Good.

Excellent.

It's bad enough with the Irish
and the socialists.

The last thing we need is women
getting ideas in their heads.

Your report shows
real initiative, Wellington.

I must say
I'm pleasantly surprised.

Recently I felt you unwilling to put
the shoulder to the wheel as it were.

With respect, sir. I'm dealing with
a great number of cases daily.

You think I'm wrong
in my assessment of you?

No, sir.

Good.

Because there are several new posts
opening up in the next month or so.

The new Irish division's
looking for a chief inspector.

Keep up the good work
and perhaps we shall talk again.

Thank you, sir.

And do thank the rest of your
department for their work on this.

Was there anyone in particular you
wish to commend for their efforts?

Oh!

[Gasps] You made me jump.
[Laughs]

[Laughs] Sorry.

What on earth are you doing
down here?

Dry your hands
and come upstairs.

Whatever for?

There's something
I want to show you.

These letters are called vowels.

A, E, I, O, U.

- Write them out.
- Eliza...

Come on. You can do it.

- I won't remember.
- Of course you will.

You remember far better than I.
Even things from my own childhood.

Well, that's because
you were so naughty.

[Laughs] Come on.

A. E, I, O, U.