02x11 - The Looting of the Specie Room

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[Clock ticking]

[Hooves clopping]

[Knock on door]

[ Snoring ]

[ Gasping

In late Victorian times
there lived many detectives --

the rivals
of Sherlock Homes.

I'll have it out Saturday night.

I can only give you threepence,
love.

These are for vittles, Hagar.

Oh, all right, fourpence.

Oh, God bless you, deary.

See you Saturday.

[Man singing indistinctly]

[ Indistinct conversations]

I Laughter]

HAGAR:
What do you mean, a will?

VARK: A Will, the Will,
your uncle's will.

HAGAR: I know nothing about it,
nothing.

VARK:
Don't lie to me, you jade.

You've put it somewhere.
You've hidden it.

HAGAR:
Hidden it? Why should I?

VARK:
Because you know what's in it,

because you're left out of it.

You calling me a cheat, Vark?

"Mr. Vark," if you don't --

Are you calling me a liar
and a thief?

You're a Gypsy, Hagar.
You're all thieves and liars.

Now, listen!

If my Uncle Jacob
did make a will --

I'm saying if he did --

He did.
I was his solicitor, wasn't I?

And I saw him write it
here in this room.

Yeah, but I didn't.
I knew naught about it.

He was a mean old skinflint.

Oh, that's a nice way
for his niece to talk on him,

barely cold in his grave.

Look, there was no love lost
twixt him and me.

No, he took you off the streets,
didn't he? And fed you.

And made me work my fingers
to the bone

the two months
since I been here.

He was mad to take you in.
I told him so, your uncle.

I told him you'd be after
his money and his shop.

I know a grasping wretch
when I see one.

Oh, so do I,
and I'm looking at one now.

I was his friend for years.

Ff lend?
You knew him for years.

He'd no more friends
than you have.

His money's mine now,
and the shop.

When you can prove it.

Till then, Vark, since I'm
his only living relative,

I'm taking care of it. See?

[ Indistinct conversations]

[Up-tempo piano music playing]

What's that?

Customer?

This time of night?

Better see them.
I'll open up.

Yes?

You got something to pop,
have you?

Something to pawn?

Don't be afraid, my dear,
nothing to be afraid of.

HAGAR:
It's not bad.

Yours, is it?

Yeah, it's quite nice.

I'll give you £ on it.

[ Scoffs ]
Just like your uncle.

Business. £ ?

Name and address?

Well, I can't give you the money
without.

Well, give us a name
and address, then.

No, I'll write it.
You just tell me.

What's the matter,
you dumb or something?

Oh, that's it, Hagar.
She's dumb.

I'm sorry, love.

Here.

"Rose Pattersea."
Is that all?

No surname? No street?

Shake on it.
I always do.

Well, she's a funny one.

Yeah.

Can't talk, eh?

Her husband will be lucky.

I'm out of baccy, Hagar.

I wonder if your uncle had any
leftover, as you might say.

Him, baccy, mean as he was?

Well,
he'd had a pipe for a time.

I never saw it.

Special occasions.

In them jars he kept it.

All popped, never redeemed.
Years ago, he said.

Ohh!

Dear me.
Sorry, Hagar.

[ Coughs

What's that?

That's it, the very thing,
the will, the one he wrote!

"To my good and loyal friend
Horace William Vark,

"Friend," you see?

"...bequeath all my monies
and property,

as may be mine upon my decease."

Signed Jacob Percival Becker,

signed years ago
and witnessed.

That's a legal document.

It's not a will.

Any court would accept it.
I'm a citizen, remember?

"All my monies and properties."
There you are.

Funny you found it like that.

Well, I was looking
for some baccy.

And what do you take me for?
You put it there.

- Me? How could I?
-You got a key to that door.

You went in and out
as you please.

- Oh, so, you doubt my word?
-Yeah.

The word of a gentleman.

And just you look.

Your uncle's ledger --
in his own hand.

See the writing?

One week, Hagar,
and I want my property.

One week, and out you go.

[ Indistinct conversations]

[Metal clanging]

Gosh, strike a light.

[ Chuckles ]
Having a cleanup, are we?

Blimey, you're sharp.

- Overdue, isn't it?
-About years.

My uncle wouldn't let anyone
but himself touch it.

Your uncle, Jacob Becker?

Yeah, that's right.

Ah. Well, can I see him?

Not if I was you.
He's dead a week since.

Oh, my condolences, miss.

Who's running this lot now,
then?

Me.

- You?
-Yes, me.

Got something to pop, then,
have you?

Detective Sergeant Grubber.

Oh?

What does that mean?

I'm a Gypsy-

My people have had a lot of
trouble from your sort.

Well, not me, miss.

Your name Becker, too, then?

No, Stanley. Hagar Stanley.
Well?

I'm looking for a necklace --
amber beads, stolen, of course.

Why'd you come here?

GRUBBER:
Don't worry.

I'm checking up
on all the pawn shops.

You're th on the list.

That's why I'm sitting down.
[ Laughs ]

Well, if they are brung in --

Amber, studded with diamonds?

That's right.
You got them, then?

Here, I give a fiver for them.

- Who to? When?
-Last night -- a young girl.

What sort of a girl?
What age? Eh?!

I'm not saying no more.

- What?
-Oh, leave her be!

You've got the beads.
She was probably starving.

Now, listen, miss,
this ain't just theft.

This is m*rder.

m*rder?

A dear old widow lady, too.

Now, this girl?

About , short, thin, I think.

You think?

I couldn't see.
She kept in the dark.

Oh, did she?
Well, what class was she?

Class?

Well, you know, was she
well-off, lower orders?

- How did she talk?
-She couldn't talk.

- Eh?
-She was dumb.

Dumb?

Dumb.

Yeah, there's a maid there
that's dumb.

Where?

Mrs. Arryford's --
her what was done in.

What's her name? Rose.

Rose. Yes, that's right.
She wrote it down.

Got her! Right, well, I want you
to come with me, miss.

Me? Why?

To the house.
I want you to identify Rose.

[ Indistinct shouting]

Could have walked here
in half an hour.

Good for that pudge of yours.

What about my feet?

How was the old lady done in?

The beads -- strangulation.

Her companion found her,
Miss Lyle.

Got some paper, have you?

Rose signed a ticket.
It's back at the shop.

Oh, I want that.

" ."
What's that?

The number of the fiver
I give her.

You remember that?

Are you sure?

.

That's my number.

On that card you showed me.

Well, I'll be --
[ Exhales ]

How'd you come to have
such a memory?

Very few of my people
can read nor write.

Road Gypsy, are you?

Real zingara.

What are you doing here
in London, eh?

This area ain't the thing
for them roses in your cheeks.

[ Chuckles ]

All right, well,
I'll get after that fiver, then,

not that it's here nor there.

Rose is the guilty party,
and no mistake.

How can you be so sure?

The facts, my girl.
The facts is proof.

Yes, those were her beads,
her favorites.

She always wore them.

Mr. Arryford gave them to her,
you see,

when they were first married.

Well, they was pawned
at this lady's shop last night.

Your shop? By whom?

By Rose, sir.

Rose?
Not our Rose.

Oh, no, I can't believe it,
not little Rose.

GRUBBER: Well, I'd like to have
her up for a minute,

if you please, sir.

But the poor child --

I would like this lady
to identify her.

Now, look here, Sergeant,
you're not surely suggesting

Rose had anything to do
with Mrs. Arryford's death.

It's impossible.

LYLE:
She has the sweetest nature.

All the same, I would like her
up here, Miss Lyle.

Very well, Sergeant.

[ Bell rings

I must remember your shop
when I'm pushed for cash.

- LYLE: Freddy!
-Useful, Aunt.

I have some nice pieces
of silver in my chambers.

Call in and see them anytime.

I only do business at my shop.

By the way, where is it?

In the Waterloo Road.

Waterloo?

Near the station?

About two minutes away.

That's odd.

What's odd, Mr. Jevons?

It's nothing, Freddy.

No, no, of course not.

Something to do with
this matter, is it, sir?

No, Sergeant.

Oh, I think it is, Sir.

I hope you're not trying to
conceal nothing.

That's a very serious offense,
Mr. Jevons.

Well...it's just that...

Well, you tell him, Aunt.

Well, it's a coincidence,
that's all.

Oh, I likes coincidences.
Go on, if you please.

Well, Rose went to
Waterloo Station last night

to collect a parcel.

Oh, she did, did she?
Who for?

For Mrs. Arryford.
She told me about it over tea.

Yes, yes, I heard that.
I was there.

It was just before I left.

The parcel was arriving
in the evening, she said.

I told Rose to go
when she finished her duties.

And the last time you saw
Mrs. Arryford alive was?

At half past : .
I took her tray up.

She only had a light meal in the
evenings, you see -- her figure.

And after that,
you stayed in your room.

The whole evening.

So, it was Rose, was it,
as took the tray out again.

And what time
would that have been?

Well, I suppose about : .

And what time did Rose go
to Waterloo for the parcel?

Just before : .

I saw her
from my window upstairs.

Aha.

Well, what's keeping that girl?

Oh.

You know, they'd look
rather well on you, miss.

LYLE:
Freddy!

Sorry, Aunt.

[ Chuckles ]

Rose!

Mr. Grubber, you're not
seriously accusing young Rose.

Oh, well, the facts speak
for themselves, ma'am.

I mean, she was the only one
that saw Mrs. Arryford

between half past :
and going out,

she was at this lady's shop
with them beads an hour later,

and you had found the --
the unfortunate occurrence

before Rose got back.

Ah, she must have coveted them.

Why'd she bring them to me,
then?

Well, somewhere safe
for the time being.

But Rose was devoted
to her mistress,

and Mrs. Arryford
was kindness itself.

For years, I knew it.

For happy years,
we were like sisters.

Rose is gone.

There's no sign of her anywhere.

Well, that does it.

That puts the cap on it.

[ Indistinct conversations]

[ Up-tempo music playing]

[ Man shouting indistinctly]

Yes?

You're Rose,
Mrs. Arryford's maid?

You brought the beads
last night.

Show me your hands.

Well, show me.

No, hers were softer,
smaller, and...

Oh, no.

No, it wasn't you.

Miss Lyle was in her room
all evening?

And you were
down in the kitchen.

She took Mrs. Arryford's
tray up.

But you collected it.

Tray.

By the door.

Outside the door?

I see.
Did she often do that?

So, what time did you
actually last see her?

Tea time?

What were you doing
in the kitchen all evening?

Cleaning the stove.

What?

Oh, filling the coal scuttle.
[ Chuckles ]

Eight of them?

That's a noisy job.

Where's Miss Lyle's room?

On the second floor?

So, if someone had come
into the house,

neither of you
would have heard them.

You left at : for Waterloo?

And you collected the parcel.

Why not?

Do you mean there wasn't
a parcel there?

That's odd.

Where you there at the house
this morning

when me and Mr. Grubber
turned up?

Well, why did you run away?

Oh, you heard
what he was saying,

as if you'd done the m*rder.

That's all right.
You sit down.

Can you write, Rose?

Not even your name?

Try. Go on.

Well, it's chalk and cheese,
isn't it?

[ Laughing ]
I mean, this one could write.

Yeah, but yours isn't so bad.

You wouldn't be long a-learning,
really.

Can I write?

Yeah.
[ Chuckles ]

How did I learn?

Oh, my sherengo,
old Will Stanley,

head of my tribe.

Do you know he was
when he d*ed,

and his beard was still black.

[ Chuckles ]

We used to sit by the fire
every night, him talking.

He knew everything in the world,

and he taught it all to me.

[ Banging

JEVONS'.
Hagar'?

Hagar?

The name's Miss Stanley.

Ah. Mine's Freddy.

Got something to pop,
have you, Mr. Jevons?

No, I just came to see
your funny little shop and you.

You've seen me already.

Again.

You're a fascinating
young thing.

[ Chuckles ]

Well, you're the first gentleman
to say so.

Ah, but what does class matter
when a girl has your looks, eh?

Even a Gypsy girl.

You quite turn my head,
Mr. Jevons.

That's what I mean to do,
and it's Freddy.

And how do you know my name?

I asked about.

When I want something,
nothing will stop me.

[ Both chuckle]

Oh, got a customer, I see.

I'll be back.

- You know him, do you?
-Hmm?

That man that just come in?

Oh, good heavens, no.
I should think not.

I'm sure his nails are filthy,
let alone his manners.

[ Laughs

You are a one,
aren't you, Freddy?

I'll bet you're turning
girls' heads all the time.

Ah, but none as pretty as yours,
Hagar.

I bet you're good to them, too.

Bet you buy them
lovely things --

furs and jewels and things.

Anything they choose.

What would you like me
to buy you?

Oh, I'd have to think.

Do.
Then tell me this evening.

You don't really mean it.

I do.

I do. I was never so serious
in my whole life.

Do you know
the Café des Artistes?

Oh, I never been to
any of them posh places.

Well, it's time you did.

Meet me there tonight at,
say --

Oh.

Oh, evening, sir.

This place is --
[ Coughs ] -- far too busy.

Oh, no, no, don't mind me, sir.

I'll just have a look around.

[ Chuckles ]

I'm a bit of
a connoisseur myself.

[ Chuckles ]

I'll see you at the café,
: tonight.

Do you really think we ought to?

- Whyever not?
-Mrs. Arryford doted on you.

You must have charmed her
around your little finger.

And you want to go out
for a jolly evening?

Well?

She's only just dead.

But we're alive, my treasure.

See you tonight, : .

Well, Mr. Grubber,
found Rose yet, have you?

Oh, it's all in hand.
She can't get far.

[ Chuckles ]
Talk about granny's attic.

I could lose myself here
for days.

What did he want?

That's no business.
What do you want?

- Oh, just a quick word.
-I'm listening.

Oh, not here.
Customers might come in here.

- What's that?
-it's my back room.

- Well, that'll do.
-No, it's private.

- Oh, got visitors, have you?
-No.

- Well, then...
-Keep out.

Oh.

Ah, well,
that ticket you was on about --

Oh, the ticket.

- The one that Rose signed.
-Yes.

Ah. Likely she'll come back
for them beads in a day or two.

Think so?

Oh, they can't usually keep
their hands off the goods.

I've put a constable
on the corner.

All you have to do is shout.

Oh, thanks.

Where is it?

What do you want it for, anyway?

- Evidence.
-Ain't you got enough?

Oh, it all helps,
all nails in Rose's coffin.

Yeah, that's what it is, too.

They'll string her up,
won't they?

Well, that's the best thing
for murderers, isn't it?

Are you against it?

Me, one of my people?

There's none like us
that stakes an eye for an eye,

as long as
it's not the wrong eye.

What does that mean?
You got doubts about Rose?

- Haven't you?
-Not a glimmer.

She had the motive.

What motive?
The beads? Is that all?

Now, listen, miss,
you don't question me.

Now, look, Miss Stanley,

in my job,

we learn to put
all the little pieces together

like a jigsaw puzzle.

And then we get
the whole picture, do you see?

And after I talked to Mr. Jevons
last night --

He was there at the house?

- Yeah, he got there after me.
-I see. Go on.

Oh, thank you.
Thank you very much.

Well, I did manage
to Winkle out of him

that things wasn't too good
between Mrs. Arryford and Rose.

As a matter of fact, the girl
was due to get her notice.

- Why?
Insubordination.

So, there you are.

She had the motive
and the opportunity,

and now she's skedaddled.

Now, what more do you want?

The right feelings.

Feelings?
Now, where do you get them?

- Who from?
-[ Clattering]

Hello, hello.

Well, I never.

Evening, Sergeant.

Why, as I live and breathe,
it's Mr. Vark.

You know him, do you?

Know him?
Oh, yeah, I know him.

Professionally,
as you might say.

[ Chuckles ]

What are you doing here,
Mr. Vark?

I popped in for the ledger.

I looked after Jacob's accounts.
You know that, Sergeant.

Oh, well, it sounds legal,
for once.

How's business otherwise?

How do you mean, Sergeant?

I means all the hanky-panky.

He's very useful to me,
Mr. Vark is.

Any Swindlers, forgers, usurers

I happens to want
to have a word with,

he usually knows them.

Don't you, Mr. Vark?

Well, well, well,
fancy meeting you here.

Oh, when you find that ticket,

you'll let me have it,
won't you, Hagar?

I don't like his attitude.

I'll take him to court
one of these days for slander.

What exactly do you want, Vark?

Now, now, now, Miss Hagar,
not so peppery.

Not with your benefactor.

You?

I've been having a little think.

You want to keep the shop,
keep it.

You want to enjoy
your uncle's money, enjoy it.

Come on, get to the point.

I will.
I will.

You're a fine young woman,
Hagar.

And I'm a man like any other,

one as likes his little
comforts, nice home,

hot suppers,

a man of passions, too.

I want you for my wife.

What?

Share my name, Hagar,

and you can share
your uncle's possessions.

What do you say, my dear?

Out!

That's what I say. Out!

I'd rather marry a jellyfish.

Right, Hagar.

We'll see.

Rose?

Rose?

Oh, thank God you are there.

Come on down.
It's all right now.

Sharp of you to nip up there.
You heard him coming, did you?

Hey, what's the matter?

Grubber?

Now, look,
you're not to worry about him.

I know you didn't do it,

and that old rhino's
gonna know it, too.

Till then,
you're gonna stay here.

You're not to worry.

You'll leave all the rest to me.

So, that's it, eh?
: : , --] : : ,
I heard all that, every word.

So, a fugitive from justice, eh?

- Now, listen to me, Vark --
-No, you just listen to me.

I'm a reasonable man, Hagar...

and a tenderhearted one, too.

I don't want to go
to Mr. Grubber.

I don't want to tell him
about this girl

or your conspiring to divert

the right and proper course
of the law,

and I won't if...

you'll be my wife.

[ Indistinct conversations,
up-tempo music playing]

I never met a girl
like you before, Hagar.

-[ Chuckles ]
-Never.

You're a real plum.

And they tell me Gypsy girls are
spicier than any other sort, eh?

Waiter!

[ Laughs

- Waiter!
-Sir?

- Menu.
-Sir.

Let's order, eh, and eat.

I've booked a room, you know --
all to ourselves.

Doesn't that cost
a lot of money, Freddy?

Oh, what's money?
Bits of metal, pieces of paper,

and look what you get.

- Pretty girl...
-[ Chuckles ]

...good food, grand living.

[ Chuckles ]
And the gee-gees.

Never worry about money.

I can always borrow some.

What happens when it runs out?

Borrow some more.

Where from?

Ah, I've got connections.

What, you mean like that man

that come in the shop this
afternoon who lends money to me?

Vark, you mean?

That's right. Vark.

So, you do know him?

Never met him in my life before.

But you know his name,
don't you?

You told me this afternoon.

Charlie, another bottle
of champagne, please.

- Yes, sir.
-Thank you.

See?

I don't have to worry about damn
moneylenders anymore, Hagar.

I'm rich now.

-[ Chuckles ]
-Rich.

Fritz! Emmy!

Come and meet Hagar.
Hagar.

How do you do?
Nice to meet you.

Plays the violin at the Tivoli,
Fritz does.

Hey, Freddy, how are you so rich
all of a sudden?

Ah.

Is it Mrs. Arryford's money?

[ Both chuckle]

Why did Rose k*ll her?

Rose? Ah.

Was she after the money?

Mm, yes.

Yes. It's left to me.

It is my money.

Well, when?

- Oh, years ago.
-Mm.

See, Rose tried to get
the old girl

to change her mind, you see?

Mm-hmm.

- But the old girl wouldn't.
-Here we are, sir.

So Rose did her in, see?
Thank you, Charlie.

Just have one drink.

That's very kind of you,
Mr. Freddy.

Thank you, sir.
Cheers.

Cheers.

[ Both chuckle]

Kitty!
Come on and have a drink.

Come along.
Come and meet --

Who's she?

This is my friend Hagar.

This is Kitty.
She's a dancer.

You were seeing me this evening.
For dinner, you said.

I did? When?

Last night.

Now, look here,
you don't own me.

Don't want to.
You can keep him.

Oh, come and have another drink.

Don't worry, Freddy.

- How much he give you, Kitty?
-Eh?

For pretending to be Rose,
for pawning the beads.

Who's Rose, anyway?

- Where's that fiver I give you?
-What fiver?

- Did you keep it?
-You're off your head, you.

Look, Kitty, I know it was you.

- I know it was by your hand.
-Hand?

You've got a scar
on your right hand.

I felt it last night,
and I felt it just now.

Show me.

Come on. Show me.

Go on, Kitty.

Tell me everything
that happened.

Was it Freddy who did it?

- Did it?
-Or was it you?

Did he put you up to it?

Yes, of course,
you both wanted the money.

He gave you the key
to the house.

You went there, did the m*rder,
took the beads --

m*rder? What m*rder?

He said nothing about no m*rder.

Who didn't? Freddy?

No, Mr. Vark.

Never on your life.

Kitty said so.

Oh, people will say anything.

I daresay as our Vark has fixed
Mr. Jevons up with cash,

but what of it?

Why, Sergeant Finch here has
lent me a few bob in his time.

Do you want me to charge him,
too?

[ Chuckles ]

Now, listen, Miss Stanley.

I know Vark.

He's got about as much guts
as a sick rabbit.

He'd run a mile from m*rder,
I can tell you that.

So, you're just gonna sit there
and do nothing, then.

Not when I get my hands on Rose,
I won't.

I've told you it wasn't Rose.

It was Kitty with the beads
dressed up as Rose.

Oh, yeah, they look alike,
do they?

No, they don't, but she'd
a shawl over her head,

and I told you
she kept in the dark.

How do you know
that it wasn't Rose?

I keep telling you --
because of the hands.

Oh, yeah, the hands, of course!
Let's not forget the hands!

And the stars, I suppose,

and your crystal ball and your
frogs a-stewing in your pot

and your -- your feelings
and all that flummery!

Listen, this is a police
station, Miss Stanley,

not a tent on Brighton Pier.

You'll be saying next

as how it was Mr. Jevons
what did the m*rder.

I am.
It's what I am saying.

- What?
-Or he might.

He's up to his ears in debt, and
he needed Mrs. Arryford's money.

Here, you lost a screw,
you have.

A whole bag full of screws
you've lost.

Look, he either did it,
or he knows who did it.

He helped arrange it all.
I know that.

How do you know?

My feelings, you great bonzo!

Now, he arranged for Rose
to go to Waterloo.

No, Mrs. Arryford sent her.

No, Freddy told Miss Lyle
to send her.

Oh, Miss Lyle -- I suppose she's
an accomplice, as well, is she?

She'd do anything he wants.

He wanted Rose near my shop so
he could put the blame on her.

She went to collect a parcel.

There wasn't a parcel there
for her to collect.

No parcel?

How do you know?

Who told you?

And don't you tell me
it's your feelings.

-It is.
-Oh, no, it ain't.

There's only one person who
would know a thing like that,

and that's Rose.

She told you.

- You've seen her.
-Never.

You've seen her!
It's collusion.

That's what it is.

You and her
are in this together.

Oh, don't be so daft.

Now, how much do you know,
Miss Stanley?

I know Rose didn't m*rder
Mrs. Arryford.

You've only got to talk to her.

And you have talked to her,
haven't you?

- You have seen her?
-Yes, I have.

- When?
-Never you mind.

You're trying to pervert
the course of justice.

You know that, don't you?

I'm trying to put it straight.

I could lock you up for this.

Oh, that would be a great help.

Look, I think I can prove

that Freddy sent Kitty
with the beads.

- Prove it?
-If you'll let me,

if you'll stop being
a stubborn old goat and help.

All it needs is one little
dodge, that's all.

I do not do dodges!

I conducts investigations!

What was the café
you went to with Freddy?

Café des Artistes.
Why?

Well, that's where the fiver
was cashed,

and it was him who cashed it.

What dodge?

Hagar, I'm here!

Hagar?

HAGAR:
Freddy.

Kitty!

But you can't come here.
Hagar might see you.

What, do you want them
to find out?

Find out what, Mr. Jevons?

Rose!

But you spoke.

No, I did.

And why mustn't Kitty come here?

Unwise of her, on account
of her previous visit,

when she come here to pawn
the beads.

Beads?
But -- But that was Rose.

Rose was it?

Rose, was it,
give you the £ note

which you cashed
at the Café des Artistes?

Rose did that, did she, sir?

Now, look here, Sergeant,

I don't know
what this is all about.

I just had a message
to come and visit Hagar.

Ah, yes, sir,

well, that was just
a little dodge of mine, sir.

Now, I suggest that our next
stop is at the police station.

Me? But why?

I'd like you to make
a statement, sir.

Well, what about?
What have I done?

Well, I think it was you what
m*rder*d Mrs. Arryford, sir.

[Chuckling nervously]
No. I didn't.

Well, all you got to do
is to prove it, isn't it?

Now, we're not gonna need these,
are we, sir?

I'm damned if I shall!

You deny the facts, Mr. Jevons?

What about the girlfriend Kitty

and the beads and the £ note,

not to mention Mr. Vark?

Now, where does he fit in?

Vark?
I don't know him.

Oh, yes, you do, Mr. Jevons.
I think you do.

Did he say that?

Not yet, but he soon will.

It was you, wasn't it,

who arranged that Rose
should go to Waterloo that night

and made sure that your aunt
stayed up in her room

all evening.

No.

Then you slipped
back to the house

and waited for Rose to leave.

No!

Then you made your way in,
you strangled the old lady,

and you took the beads.

I didn't!

I swear I didn't k*ll
Mrs. Arryford!

Then if you didn't,
who did, sir?

[ Exhales ]

I don't know.

But it wasn't me.

Well, the facts say otherwise,
sir.

Now, come along.

Hagar, Hagar, help me.

On the contrary, my dear,
I'm very glad to see you.

At such a dreadful time,
one is glad to see anyone.

And I'm so grateful to you
for your help over the beads.

I still find it hard to believe

that little Rose could do
such a hideous thing.

When I came down to this room
that night --

just before :
as I always do --

and found --

[Sighs]

Sweet, gentle child,
I always thought.

Is there no hope

that Sergeant Grubber
hasn't made a dreadful mistake?

I'm afraid I have some bad news
for you.

It wasn't Rose
as m*rder*d Mrs. Arryford.

It was Mr. Jevons.

Freddy, my nephew?

No, Miss Lyle, your son.

[ Gasps

HAGAR:
Your son, Freddy.

That is a disgraceful thing
to say.

Why?
Are you ashamed of him?

You're insulting me.

You know that I'm unmarried.

But he is your son,
isn't he, Miss Lyle?

Leave this house.
I will not talk to you.

Miss Lyle,
Freddy has been arrested

for the m*rder of Mrs. Arryford,

and he'll hang.

[ Indistinct conversations]

Rose!

Oh, this is grand.

Oh, it's just how I wanted it.

[ Laughs

Here, Rose, why don't you stay
on here and work with me?

I need some help.

We'll make this the grandest
pawn shop in London.

Glad to hear it, Hagar.

I knew you'd see sense, my dear.
I knew you'd be staying.

I'll be a good husband, Hagar.

I hope you will.
Who are you marrying?

Eh? Why, you, of course.

Me? One of my race hash up

with a moth-eaten old ragbag
like you?

If you want this shop,
you've got no choice,

and that girl, too --
I'll go to the police.

And I'll come with you.

There's a few things
I'd like to tell them, too,

about some talcum powder,
for instance.

- Some what?
-Talcum powder.

You know, that stuff you got
from the chemist,

then slipped in here
when I was out

and put my uncle's will
in that jar.

I did what?

Oh, don't tell me
you've forgotten already.

Then you put the jar
back on the shelf,

smothered it in talc

so that it'd look as if
it had never been touched,

-so it looked like dust.
-Never.

But dust is different, Vark.

Try feeling it sometime.

Try tasting it.

Then there's that snuff you use.

Snuff?
I never do.

- You don't?
-Filthy habit.

[ Footsteps approaching]

Ah, come in, Sergeant!

Hello, Vark.
Just the fellow.

Me?

Arrest him, Mr. Grubber.

Eh? Just steady on.

What for?

HAGAR:
The forgery of my uncle's will.

Forgery? What forgery?
See for yourself, Sergeant.

Now smell it.

- Eh?
-Smell it.

[ Sniffing ]

Ohh, lovely.
Lavender.

That's right.
Lavender.

Know any forgers using
lavender-scented snuff?

Oh, yeah.

Friend of yours, Horace.
Gentleman Gerald.

Right, I'll hang on to this.

That's a legal document.

Now, you hold on.
I want a word with you.

Fetch Rose.

Go on, fetch Rose.

Rose.

Rose, when you went to Waterloo
that evening,

was there any sign of Mr. Jevons
about the house?

- What does he say?
-Nothing.

He shut up like a bank holiday.

But the old porter
at his chambers

swears he was in all evening,

didn't go out till about : ,

and that's when he come
to the house.

Well, I know about that.

I wouldn't worry about Freddy
too much if I were you.

Why not?
Now, why do you say that?

Oh, it's just a feeling
I've got.

Feeling?
You and your feelings.

I'm getting sick
of your feelings.

It's your feelings
that's landed me up with Freddy.

And your facts would hang
half the people in London.

All right, Clever Cuts,
if it wasn't Freddy, who was it?

Ask Vark.

[ Men shouting indistinctly]

Left at the station this was,
sir, minutes ago.

Super told me to find you.

God save us.
Just left, was it?

- Yes, sir.
-Vark!

Get him, Finch.
Bring him in.

Why did you have to interfere,
Miss Stanley? Why?

It was all so well-planned.

If only you'd left things alone.

I hadn't meant to k*ll her.

I didn't want that at all.

But she'd been unkind to my son,
you see.

Why did you call him
your nephew?

When my husband d*ed,
I had to find employment.

Mrs. Arryford advertised for
a companion, but a spinster.

I took my maiden name.

She loved my nephew.

She made him her sole heir.

Then somehow
she discovered the truth.

That very day at tea,

I was dismissed
and my son was disinherited.

I'd gone to talk to her,
to reason with her.

But when I looked at that cheap,
self-satisfied face,

I realized it was no use.

[ Snoring ]

LYLE: I wanted to hurt her
in some small way,

to take my revenge.

I decided to take
her beloved beads.

To take them, that was all.

[ Gasping

[Gasping stops]

[ Exhales sharply]

[Bell ringing]

I telephoned my son.

The poor lamb was too frightened
to help, too shocked.

He had a man with him
at the time --

his financial adviser,
he called him, a Mr. Vark.

He said he would help Freddy
and me at a price --

one half of the inheritance.

He was quick to arrive.

Close the door.

What are we going to do?

Never fear, dear lady.
Everything will be put right.

Now, your son has apprised me
of the details,

all but one, that is --
the will.

The dear lady had not, as yet,
altered it.

Freddy is still the inheritor.

Yes. She intended to see
her solicitor tomorrow.

Good. Good.
Then let's proceed.

There's a maid here.

Dumb, your son tells me.

Rose? Yes.

Rose.
Excellent, just the thing.

She'll be bringing
Mrs. Arryford's meal.

At what time?

Half past : .

No, dear lady, you will bring
Mrs. Arryford's meal.

Can that be arranged?

- Yes.
-Good.

Now, listen to me
very carefully.

We must dispose of the food

and leave the tray outside
for Rose to collect.

Then I want you to send her off
to Waterloo Station --

Mrs. Arryford's orders --
to collect a parcel.

Once she's gone,
telephone the police

and tell them
you've just discovered

Mrs. Arryford is dead.

The police?

When they question you,

you tell them you brought
Mrs. Arryford's meal,

then retired to your room.

Is that clear?

- Yes.
-Good.

What are you doing with those?

These, dear lady...

are the most important part
of our plan.

We need, as it was,
to place them.

Your son knows a young lady

who, in return for his undying
affection, will oblige us.

Oh, by the way,
these are to come to me

when this little matter is over.

And it all worked out so well.

Even Mr. Grubber was
cooperative, and then you --

Rose would have hanged.

It was no more
than she deserved.

It was she who told
Mrs. Arryford

that Freddy was my son.

She pitied you.

You let her pity you.

You took the devotion
that belonged to my son.

His wealth, too,
would have gone to you.

Mrs. Arryford was stealing
my son's property

to give to you.

She deserved to die.

I was right to do it.
It was justice.

But it's not enough.
It's not finished.

There must be justice for all.

You try and get some sleep now,
Rosie.

[Sighs]

Well, that's it, then.

It's all over.

They just fished a body
out of the Thames.

- What?
-Yeah.

Cor.

When Sergeant Finch came
in there with her confession,

you could have knocked me down
with a feather.

I wonder why she wrote that.

Not that I'm surprised.

I knew it was her, mind you,
all the time.

You knew?

I had a feeling.