06x06 - The Line of Duty

[bunniefuu]

♪♪

That's my girl.

[r*fle c*ck]
Georgie.

You work for him?

♪♪

I'm arresting you for aiding
an escape from lawful custody.

Perhaps you should take a break
from the writing.

I will not go back to that
mortuary until Mr. Wormsley

has offered me a full apology!

ELIZA: I can assure you
Inspector Blake and I

are on the best of terms...
professionally speaking.

Have you lost your mind?

Think of the damage
to your reputation!

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[thunder claps]

[whimpers]

[click]

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[crows cawing]

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[footsteps approaching]

[crows cawing]

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Hello?

[footsteps approaching]

Who's there?

Alexander.

What are you doing here?

Well, I received an urgent note
to come to this address.

As did I.

Condemned asylum.

I can think of nicer places
to meet.

Welcome to my office.

Miss Scarlet, Inspector Blake.

I do appreciate
your punctuality.

Miss Scott?

Oh, yes.

That's what you call me,
isn't it?

I use so many names,
it's hard to keep track.

I use so many names,
it's hard to keep track.

Oh.

I do apologize
for the surroundings.

What they lack in comfort,
they make up for in discretion.

You've summoned us
here on government business?

Please.

As you know, my department deals

with international espionage,
not m*rder investigations.

You will have read about
the death of Sir Joseph Milner,

undersecretary
at the Foreign Office.

On the face of it,

there are
no suspicious circumstances,

but Sir Joseph
spent much of his time

moving between
the foreign embassies.

So, I am duty-bound to make
sure there was no foul play.

Your assistance in this matter
will, of course,

be rewarded
with a generous increase

in manpower and resources
in your next budget review.

And for you, Miss Scarlet,
shall we say, uh,

double your usual fee?

In return,
I want a full written report

on the circumstances
of Sir Joseph's death.

For my eyes only, of course.

This investigation
is strictly off the books.

Do whatever you need to do,
just, um,

be discreet.

Oh, there is one more thing.

That unpleasant business
of the young lady

caught spying
around Scotland Yard

means there will be some changes

coming down the line.

All officers will be made to
sign a declaration of interest

outlining any relationships

with those they deal with
in the line of duty.

♪♪

So, given the two of you are now

romantically involved...

...this will be the last time
you work together.

Hm.

Drink?

Make it a double.

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[exhales]

We knew we couldn't
keep it quiet forever.

We'll be fine.

Yes, but my business may not.

Losing Scotland Yard as a
client...

Losing Scotland Yard as a
client...

And there I was thinking

you were worried about us.

I'm teasing you, Eliza.

Well, don't...
you know I don't like it.

I know how hard you've
worked to build your business.

I really am sorry.

I know you are.

To our last case?

Our last case.

Whatever the future brings,
you will prevail.

[chuckles]

And if you don't,
you can always blame me.

[laughs]
Thank you, Inspector Blake,

I appreciate it.

♪♪

[exhales]

[drinks pouring]

Well, if this is to be
our last case,

we'd better make it count.

How do we investigate the death

of a government minister
discreetly?

We tread carefully
and use people we can trust.

I trust Clarence with my life,
as well as my ledgers.

And someone else
comes to mind, too.

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Sir Joseph Milner was

a senior minister
at the Foreign Office.

Right-hand man to the
foreign secretary.

Yes, I read about him... he
died from a hunting accident?

Well, the official story is,
he fell from his horse,

cut his leg,
the wound got infected,

he developed a fever,
dying a few days later.

Official story?
That's not what happened?

That's what we intend to find out.
CLARENCE: Oh, you think perhaps

he was m*rder*d?
What makes you think that?

Well, we can't go into detail.

Not yet, at least.

Sir Joseph mixed
at the highest levels

of Parliament, Whitehall, any
number of foreign embassies.

We cannot simply turn up
and start asking questions.

Which is why we'll have a cover.

We'll say we're
investigating a spate

of street thefts
in Westminster and Mayfair.

My father did this once
when his prime suspect

was from a powerful family.

And it worked?

With a little help from me.

Mm.

The area of our bogus
street thefts

will include Park Lane,
where Sir Joseph lived,

as well as the government
offices in Whitehall

and the embassies he frequented.

We need you two to poke around
in the areas that require,

well, less conventional methods.

Mm.

Myself and Inspector Blake

will deal with
the face-to-face interviews,

gaining access
to the premises to see

what we can learn
about Sir Joseph.

And to avoid suspicion,

we'll have an increased uniform
presence on the streets,

just as we would
in a genuine investigation.

So, this is to stay strictly
between the four of us?

Five...
I have a man on the inside.

The robberies took place
in Mayfair and Westminster,

The robberies took place
in Mayfair and Westminster,

so there'll be extra patrols
on the street.

Anyone who looks suspicious,

or anyone you think
may have seen something,

pull them over,
see what they have to say.

[constables respond]
MAN: I have a question, sir.

I haven't heard anything
about these robberies.

Uh, me, neither...
where are the incident reports?

There's a backlog
in the clerical office.

No doubt the incident reports
are being processed as we speak.

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And those two case files
you wanted.

DESK SERGEANT:
Thanks, Ivy. Thank you.

Do you have a moment,
Mrs. Potts?

Of course, Detective Willows.

I need some incident reports.

Oh, if you just give me
the reference numbers,

I can find them for you
right away.

It, it's...

It's a little
more complicated than that.

A delicate matter that requires
the utmost discretion.

[women talking in background,
typewriters clacking]

Ladies, listen up.
[conversations stop]

There's been
a spate of street thefts,

and Detective Willows
is making this a top priority.

So, we need to stop
what we're doing

and type up the incident reports
right away.

WOMEN:
Yes, ma'am.

[typewriters clacking]

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There's nothing
down this road here?

You didn't see anything at all?

No, nothing.

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That's fine, thank you.

[people talking in background]

I have heard of no robberies
on this street.

It was mostly in
the neighboring area,

but the Metropolitan Police
like to be thorough.

In truth, it is no surprise
that I have heard nothing.

My employer died last week, and
I have barely left this house.

There is so much to do.

I am very sorry
to hear that, sir.

[exhales]

It was a shock
to the entire staff.

Sir Joseph was a good man.

This particular g*ng likes
to target wealthy gentlemen

and follow them
to their residence.

Such evil in this world.

I couldn't agree more,
Mr. Lawrence.

Perhaps you could summarize
Sir Joseph's daily routine,

in the event the thieves
had been following him?

Sir Joseph would go to Whitehall
to work

and then to various embassies
around the city.

He would come back late with...

With...?

He enjoyed
the company of ladies.

That is all I shall say.

I visited at least
a dozen of the embassies,

but could find nothing
of interest about Sir Joseph.

He seemed affable enough.

He seemed affable enough.

What did they say?
"Quiet. Well-mannered.

Not given to voicing
strong opinions."

He was a politician.
Well, exactly.

His butler said much the same,

although there was
one thing of interest.

Apparently, Sir Joseph
liked female company.

Lovers or ladies of the night?

He wouldn't say.

I tried to press him,
but he wouldn't give details.

Oh, he may wish
to preserve his reputation.

No one wants
a butler who gossips.

No, it was something else.

Something I can't
put my finger on.

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What?

Nothing.

What?

I'll miss this.
[chuckles]

Us working together.

[chuckles]

So, you were saying.

We need to see the coroner's
report into Sir Joseph's death.

I can't request a file
from the mortuary.

It would cause suspicion.

We need someone there
we can trust.

I trust Barnabus Potts.

But he's adamant
he won't return to work

until Mr. Wormsley has
apologized.

God knows Ivy's tried.

There is no one else
who might persuade him?

Perhaps Mr. Potts isn't
the one who needs persuading.

[knocking]

Mr. Wormsley?
Yes?

So good to finally meet you.

Although I feel like
I know you already.

I've been asking around about
you and learnt a great deal.

Where you go,
what you do, who you meet.

It's all down here.

A complete list of everything
you've been up to.

[chuckles]

Perhaps Mrs. Wormsley

might be interested
in a copy, too.

What do you want?

I want to talk to you
about a friend of mine.

[Potts whistling]

Oh!

What a muddle, indeed!

[sighs]

[knocks]

Mr. Potts.

It is grand to see you back.

Ah, it's good to be back,
Detective Willows. [chuckles]

Mr. Wormsley's change of heart
was most unexpected.

But to his credit,
he apologized.

Several times, in fact,
most profusely. [chuckles]

He insisted I return to work
immediately

and, uh, practically dragged me
from the house.

And, uh, practically dragged me
from the house.

And I know why.

You do?

[exclaims] The place
is in total disarray

and in need of urgent attention!

But as I always say...

"The world is going to hell
in a handcart."

"If you want something doing,
ask a busy person"... I just...

Well, it is lucky for me
that you're here, Mr. Potts,

because there's a coroner's
report I need to see.

Uh, the deceased
in question, well,

let's just say
it's a confidential matter,

and one that demands
your utmost discretion.

[people talking in background]

I got your message...
this him?

CLARENCE: He's been
delivering coal to Sir Joseph's house

twice a week
for the past three years.

I thought he could give us
some insight

into the minister's
domestic staff.

This gentleman,
for want of a better word,

has a criminal record
for as*ault.

He broke a man's arm
in an arm-wrestling match.

Well, he's a big man.

No, he didn't win, he lost.

That's why he broke
his opponent's arm.

But he failed to declare

his criminal record
when he took a job

delivering coal
to a government minister.

I thought it could give us
useful leverage

when we question him.

A man like that won't take
too kindly to leverage.

Mm.

Well... Hm.

Just to confirm,

should this turn into
a physical confrontation,

that is very much
your department, not mine?

[sighs]

Leave it with me.

MAN:
Last bets, gents, last bets.

MAN 2:
...shut up, it's about to start.

Come on, come on. Thank you.

[people talking in background]

[crowd cheering]

[grunting]

[both straining]

[grunting]

[growls]

[moans]

[laughing]

[gasping]

I am no match for you,
my friend.

[laughs]
Drink?

That would be most welcome.

[laughs]

[laughing]

Mrs. Potts.

I just wanted to thank you

for your assistance
and for your discretion.

Oh, it's my pleasure,
Detective Willows.

In all honestly,
I quite enjoyed it.

Oh, while you're here,

the applicants
for new office manager,

they need security clearance.

The powers-that-be
are being extra-cautious

after what happened
with Miss Summers.

After what happened
with Miss Summers.

Oh, I am sorry, that was
insensitive of me. No.

I'm the one
who should apologize.

I should have seen through her.

Well, you weren't
the only one taken in by her.

It wasn't your fault.

Well, let's hope
the disciplinary board agree.

You're one of the best officers
we have, Detective Willows.

I'm sure they'll see that.

Thank you, Mrs. Potts.

So, here's what we know.

Sir Joseph liked the women.

And his butler is
slightly shifty. Is that it?

Afraid so.

Although I could also add
that you look beautiful today.

Today?

So not yesterday?

Has anyone ever told you
you can be rather demanding?

[chuckles]
Constantly.

[door opens]

Oh, please tell us
you have something.

I spoke to the man who delivers
the coal to Sir Joseph's house.

After a few drinks,
he got loose-lipped.

Told me there's a butler there,
a Mr. Lawrence.

I spoke to him today.

Apparently,

none of the other servants
like him.

Rumor has it,
Sir Joseph accused him of theft

and planned to dismiss him.

But then, the minister upped
and croaked it.

And there's something else?

Even though he lives
in the servants' quarters,

Mr. Lawrence rents
a lodging room

in Whitechapel.
Do you have the address?

Of course he does.

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[knocks]

Mr. Lawrence?

[doorknob rattles]

Ladies first.

Thank you, Inspector Blake.

[lock rattling]

[lock clicks]

[door opens]

BLAKE:
Mr. Lawrence.

[coughing]

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How is he?

The doctor isn't sure what's
wrong with him. [door closes]

He has a fever,
breathing problems,

and muscle spasms
in his neck and jaw.

Sounds like tetanus.

They're considering it.

They're considering it.

They can't see any wounds
on his body

that would trigger
the infection.

WILLOWS:
Miss Scarlet? Sir?

I have the coroner's report
on Sir Joseph.

It's believed that the cut
he sustained

falling from his horse

may have caused an infection.

The cause of death was given
as cardiac arrest,

most likely due to tetanus.

Sir Joseph and his butler
both with suspected tetanus.

Bit odd, isn't it?

Given that it's not infectious?

Odd and unlikely.

Mr. Potts said
there was something else

that caused those symptoms.

Strychnine poisoning.
Strychnine poisoning.

Mr. Wormsley was most keen

to hear all about my ideas
for improving the mortuary.

I must say he's a changed man.

Oh, it's good indeed to be back.

But alas, I shall have

to withdraw my application to be
office manager at Scotland Yard.

I'm so sorry
to disappoint you, my jewel.

I know how much you were
relishing us working together.

IVY:
Scotland Yard's loss

is the mortuary's gain,
Barnabus.

[exhales]

Thank you, my beloved,
thank you.

Right, well, I have an extremely

long to-do list.

This great city of ours
seems to increase

its supply of the dead
each and every day.

But as I always say...

"If you want something doing,
ask a busy person"?

No... the world is going
to hell in a handcart.

[sighs] It's nice to have my
happy Barnabus back again.

Now we just need to work on you.

I'm fine.

Then why does your face
tell me otherwise?

You've been very quiet.

There are changes coming
at Scotland Yard.

Inspector Blake will have
to declare our relationship,

and we will no longer be able
to work together.

Well, I suppose
it couldn't stay secret forever.

Yes, but losing
Scotland Yard as a client

will be a loss indeed.

When you were a little girl...
Oh, please, don't say it.

You don't know
what I was going to say.

When I was a little girl,
I had a similar problem.

I overcame that problem
and learnt a lesson

I can use as an adult.

I wasn't gonna say that.

Yes, you were.

How many formative experiences
can one child have?

I wish you were still a child.

I'd put you over my knee
for being so rude.

[yawns]

You know, a gentleman covers
his mouth when he yawns.

A gentleman doesn't stay up all
night doing background checks.

A gentleman doesn't stay up all
night doing background checks.

[breathes deeply]

What did you find?

Nothing.

[sighs] All Sir Joseph's
household staff were clean.

I'm getting too old for this.

Are you taking a nap in here?

Yes.

If you stop talking.

This is a place of work,
not a lodging house.

[breathing deeply]

Aha!

I think I've found something.

Just before he died,

a large transfer of money
was made

from Sir Joseph's bank account

to a small German bank
in the City.

We need to find out who this
bank account belongs to.

Come along!

No time to rest.

Hurry up!

ELIZA: It was here
Mr. Lawrence collapsed,

so I would wager it was poison.

Someone would use strychnine
as their poison of choice,

I imagine they'd put it
in food or drink.

Mm-hmm, question is,
who would want to poison

the butler and his employer?

I almost told Sophia about us
last night.

What, almost?

I'd like to do it together.

Oh.

I hope she takes it well.

She's certainly
very fond of you.

She thinks you're funny.

Funny? As in odd?

Funny as in amusing.

Although you are a little odd.

Thank you.

♪♪

Alexander.

That's an awful lot of watches
for one man.

Especially for someone
on a butler's wage.

What's this?

Calling cards.

"Countess Polcheck.

Russian Embassy."

[people talking in background]

BLAKE:
There has been

a recent spate of robberies
in the area, Ambassador Polchek.

I have heard nothing of these
robberies of which you speak.

The thieves have been
targeting ladies mostly,

which is why Miss Scarlet
is helping Scotland Yard

with our inquiries.

During our investigations,

we were able to recover
some of the stolen items.

One of which was
this silver card holder

One of which was
this silver card holder

belonging to Countess Polcheck.

Is she a relative of yours?

She is my wife.

But I have no knowledge
of her being robbed.

Well, perhaps we could
speak to her.

She is not here.

Do you know when she'll be back?

[sighs]

My wife and I,
we have parted ways.

She has returned to Russia.

That is all I wish
to say on the matter.

It's not our intention
to cause you embarrassment

or distress, sir.

But could you give us a sense
of your wife's movements

in the last few weeks?

[sighs]

I suppose if I don't tell you,

some gossiping servant will.

[chuckles]

She had been seeing a lover.

Sir Joseph Milner.

♪♪

I can only assume

that the calling cards
were stolen from his residence.

You are aware Sir Joseph
passed away last week?

I am.

And for full disclosure,

I did visit him
a few days before he died.

I was going to warn him
to stay away from my wife.

But when I arrived,
he was outside his house

in the middle
of some kind of argument.

What kind of argument?

He was on the street
with two men.

They seemed frustrated with him.

One started shouting.

I couldn't understand
what they were saying.

It was not in English.

What language was it?

It was, I believe, German?

♪♪

Name and address
of the account holder

that Sir Joseph
made payments to.

How did you get that?

Through charm and charisma.

All right, fine, I bribed
the teller.

The account belongs to a Mr.
Klaus Lange.

Now, he's been visiting the bank
every week

to withdraw £100

on each visit.

Always on the same day,
always at the same time,

and always with an associate.

So, um, you pay a visit to this
address.

I shall head back
to the office to carry on

digging into
Sir Joseph's finances.

What?

♪♪

Nothing.

You, you're impressed,
aren't you? I can tell.

Perhaps.

[exclaims quietly]

[sniffs]

[birds chirping]

Sir Joseph did not pay well.

I've no regrets
about stealing from him.

One of the items you stole
was a silver case

containing the calling cards of
the Russian ambassador's wife.

She left her bag at the house
one evening.

You are aware
they were having an affair.

Of course...
she wasn't the first.

Believe me.
[coughs]

What of these two German men

Sir Joseph was arguing with
the day before he died?

I was not there.

It was my day off.

Talk us through the hours
before you became ill.

Everything you did.

I finished work about 9:00,

then went back
to my lodging room.

I needed some money
that I kept there.

I rested a while, smoked a pipe.

Then, the next thing I remember,

I was gasping for breath
and everything went black.

Where did you get
the tobacco from?

It's from a pouch I stole
from Sir Joseph.

[inhales]

[people talking in background]

[knocks]

Ah.
Mr. Potts... Barnabus.

I'm here because I have a theory
and I'm in need of your advice.

Well...
And yes, I am aware

that I have not given 24 hours'
notice of my arrival.

Ah...
And yes, I am aware

that there is
a strict protocol, but...

Oh, protocol be damned!

You are always
welcome here, Eliza!

Come in!
[chuckles]

Come in!

Uh, strychnine
would usually be found

in the stomach
and intestines of a cadaver.

Assuming it had been ingested,

which is the most
common form of poisoning.

Mm.
What if you inhaled it?

Say, through tobacco?

Ah, yes, that would work...
rather rapidly, too.

Uh, of course,
the expert in such matters

is Mr. Wormsley.

And he seems rather
on edge recently.

Perhaps the joy of my return
has overwhelmed him.

[chuckles]

Well, I'd rather we kept
this conversation to ourselves.

My questions are related

to a rather highly
confidential case,

on which myself
and Inspector Blake

would like your opinion,
and yours alone.

Inspector Blake asked for me?
Personally?

He did.

Oh.

Then I'm at your disposal.

[clears throat]

[chair slides]

We shall start with
the basics of toxicology:

We shall start with
the basics of toxicology:

dosage, absorption, exposure.

♪♪

Pull out anyone
with a German background,

particularly those with
convictions for violent crime.

Mrs. Potts,

you take the As.
Thanks.

Willows,

the Bs.

And we'll keep going
till we run out of alphabet.

[exhales]

[exhales]

IVY: This is going
to be thirsty work.

How about I organize
a nice cup of tea for us all?

Oh, sounds like a very sensible
plan, Mrs. Potts.

Thank you.

Right.

[door opens and closes]

[sighs]

I understand the disciplinary
board wrote to you.

Yes, sir, hearing's
in a couple of days.

How are you feeling
about it all?

[sighs]

I haven't slept in a week.

Haven't eaten much, either.

My sister says I'm like
a bear with a sore head.

[chuckles]

Apart from that,
I'm doing fine, sir.

Well, I'll be there
to speak for you.

But in the meantime,
try not to dwell on it.

My sister also said that.

She sounds like a wise woman,
Detective Willows.

[chuckles]

ELIZA: I wanted to give
you an update on the case.

Was Sir Joseph m*rder*d?

I believe so, yes.

And you have evidence?

We're working on it.

Inspector Blake and I will have
a full report for you soon.

[breathes deeply]

Are you in love with him?

Pardon?

It's a simple question.

And one that bears no relevance
to the investigation.

I'll take that as a yes,
so, may I give you some advice?

As two women working
in the underbelly

of this great city,

I am sure we have faced
similar challenges.

One of which being loneliness.

And of course, each man
carries his own, um, merits

when it comes to passing
the short amount of time

we have on this Earth.

But to love someone
fully, completely...

Mm.

That would be a mistake.

For a woman, financial
independence is everything.

Do not make the mistake
of trusting in a man.

Any man.

They will always put
their own needs above ours.

Without exception.

♪♪

That's a rather bleak view.

And one that I don't share.

Yes, you do.

[door opens]

[door closes]

DRIVER:
Hup, hup!

[doorknob turns]

♪♪

[chuckles]

Uh, I assume one of you
is Klaus Lange?

An account holder at
the Bank of Deutschland.

[speaking German]:

[chuckling]

[pistols c*ck]

I win.

Gentlemen.

BLAKE:
Hm.

[breathes deeply]

Your address was given
to the Bank of Deutschland

as a contact for an account Sir
Joseph Milner was paying into.

Why do you have a photograph
of Sir Joseph's superior,

Lord Powell,
the foreign secretary?

I believe my associate here
speaks a little German.

Do I have that right?

You do, Inspector Blake.

So, would you be so kind

So, would you be so kind

as to tell these gentlemen
the following?

If they do not talk,
they will be charged

with Sir Joseph Milner's m*rder,

the penalty for which
is death by hanging.

♪♪

I don't need to translate,
Inspector.

They understand perfectly.

What do you want to know?

Why did Sir Joseph hire you?

They were hired
to k*ll his superior,

Lord Powell,
the foreign secretary.

If they are to be believed,

they were given
very little information.

Not even a reason why.

They were waiting for Sir Joseph
to make contact,

but they didn't know
he was dead.

The most incompetent assassins
I've ever come across.

It doesn't make sense that Sir
Joseph would hire such fools

for such a high-risk operation.

No, it does not.

BLAKE:
None of this makes sense.

How did you get on
at the mortuary?

According to Mr. Potts,

if someone wished to lace
tobacco with strychnine,

they would first need
to dissolve the strychnine

in alcohol, then soak
the tobacco in the solution.

But these days,

it's harder than ever
to get your hands on it.

Particularly
the concentrated amounts

that you'd need to k*ll someone.

But you could extract it
from rat poison.

You'd just need
very large quantities.

And no pharmacy would be allowed
to sell such amounts.

Well, exactly...
you'd need to get it

from a specialized
pharmaceutical company.

Which is what Mr. Potts does
to keep the rats under control

at the mortuary.

We need to pay a visit
to that company,

find out who else they supply.

Already done.

Five businesses that receive
bulk deliveries of rat poison.

[chuckles]

You and Moses work
through the list.

Willows, you're with me.

Let's see if a few hours
in the cells

have made our German friends
even more cooperative.

♪♪

[talking in background]

Thanks.

The foreman said this business
closed down years ago.

All deliveries are forwarded
onto another premises.

I wrote down the address.

All right... spit it out.

What?
Something is on your mind.

Someone just,

just gave me
some unwanted advice.

Never listen to advice.

Not even mine.

So where did the foreman
say to go?

♪♪

Find Inspector Blake.

Tell him to meet me
at this address, urgently.

You recognize the place?

I do.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Rat poison.

Good evening, Miss Scarlet.

It was you who k*lled
Sir Joseph.

Inspector Blake is on his way.

We won't cover this up,
if that's you're thinking.

Hm... cover it up?
I want quite the opposite.

I want a full written report
handed in

to the superintendent
at Scotland Yard.

I, I don't understand.

There are many in our government
that believe that Germany

will soon be a threat
to the national interest.

Sir Joseph was one of them.

But his superior,
the foreign secretary,

did not agree.

Which is why Sir Joseph
hired two low-level assassins

to k*ll him.

Their only qualification
is that they were German.

When it was discovered
they were German,

it would have forced England
into w*r with Germany.

Mm... w*r makes money for those
in high places,

regardless
of the cost of human life.

My conscience would not allow
such a thing.

So, you hired
Inspector Blake and I

to get the evidence
in black and white?

My hope is that your report
will be read

by the few decent men left

in the upper echelons
of government.

I want them to know
what Sir Joseph had planned

and why I k*lled him.

You acted alone?

If my superiors knew
what I had done,

it would have been covered up.

You'll hang for this.

Which is why I shall
leave London tonight.

I've amassed quite a fortune.

I've amassed quite a fortune.

It's about time
I enjoyed spending it.

Uh...

You have made your decision
about Inspector Blake?

I won't be giving him up.

Not for anything.

In that case,

your fee will not be twice
the normal rate, as agreed.

It will be a great deal more.

[stammers]:
Why?

Because you're going to need it.

And because I like you,
Miss Scarlet.

You're good at your job.

Use the money
however you see fit,

but please,

be ambitious.

[footsteps retreating]

[breathes deeply]

Moses said you were here...
what happened?

You're gonna need a drink first.

♪♪

I don't agree
with what Miss Scott did,

but she did it for her country.

BLAKE: I told the
superintendent that I,

like Miss Scott,
have no taste for w*r.

Young men dying painful deaths
for little purpose.

Did he listen?
He did.

Turns out he had a son
who died in Crimea.

He assured me

my report had gone all the way
up to the prime minister,

who, of course, wishes to
keep it out of the public eye.

How can he ensure that?

A hefty promotion for the super?

And when will you tell him
about us?

I won't.

Because there's no need.

What?

With his promotion,
he'll be leaving Scotland Yard

and there'll be
a new superintendent.

Well, who will that be?

Me.

What, you...

You're going to be
the next superintendent?

Is that what you want?

A nice office job.

More money, civilized hours.

No more getting shot at.

I'd say that's quite appealing.

[chuckles]

And you

can carry on working
for Scotland Yard,

as I will no longer be
the inspector hiring you.

♪♪

I, I don't know what to say.

How about,

"Alexander, you are
the best thing

"that's ever happened to me,
certainly the most handsome,

and I'm very lucky
to have met you"?

A little long-winded, but

broadly correct.

So, does that mean that,

So, does that mean that,

that Willows will no longer
be dismissed?

It was the first thing
I insisted upon.

As well as another small matter.

That the new clerical manager
should be of my choosing.

I think you'll approve
of my choice.

[people talking in background]

WOMAN:
Morning!

[typewriters clacking]

Good morning, Mrs. Potts.
Good morning, Detective Willows.

♪♪

POTTS:
To my clever wife

on her new promotion!

To Ivy!

OTHERS: Ivy! ELIZA: To Ivy.

[chuckling]
Congratulations.

Thank you, Barnabus.

And thank you, Inspector Blake,
for having such faith in me.

♪♪

This calls for more wine!

Easy does it,

my beloved...
that'll be your third.

And I intend

on having a fourth.
Oh!

I'll go and get some more
bottles from the kitchen.

Yes. Will you assist
me, Inspector Blake?

Of course, Miss Scarlet.

[chuckles]
It is delicious.

Thank you.

Cheers!

I told Sophia that we'd go
somewhere nice for lunch.

One day this week,
the three of us.

You want to tell her about us.
It's time.

SOPHIA:
I already know.

What do you already know?

That Eliza's your special lady
friend, and that you love her.

Oh.

Well, yes.

Yes, that's precisely
what I wanted to tell you.

But can we still go to luncheon?

[both chuckle]

Of course we can.

But not tomorrow...
I have a very busy day.

I'm going to hire
some new detectives.

Maybe you should hire Sophia.

She certainly has very
impressive powers of deduction.

You're silly, Papa.

I know.

[chuckles]

[people talking in background]

Ready for the big day?
Mm.

Uh, remember to make clear
that the positions

entail working long hours.

What if only two candidates
turn up?

Sometimes even on a Sunday.

Or only one turns up?

And that we do not
offer overtime.

Or no one turns up?

Or no one turns up?

Eliza, all will be well.

Go on.

[sighs]

[pen clatters]

[clears throat]

[door opens]

[people talking in background]

Welcome, everyone.

Please, please, do come in.

Good morning.
Hello... just up the stairs.

Good morning.
Hello.

Thank you for coming.
Thank you.

Hello!
Hello.

Hello.

Please, just follow the way
up the stairs.

Good morning.

Thank you for coming.

♪♪

[exhales]

[door closes]

♪♪

[click]

What is a typical Forsyte?

♪♪

Brace yourself.
[laughs]

You're about to discover.

♪♪

Something rather exciting.
[cheering]

What more does one need?

♪♪

JUNE:
How splendid.

♪♪

[grunts]

♪♪

SOAMES: And it will be all

that you've dreamed of and more.

♪♪