03x03 - The House of Misfit Dolls

[bunniefuu]

[ Door opens, bells jingle ]

Man: May Eliza-Rose bring
you a lifetime of cuddles!

And come back on Saturday,

and you can see her real,
state-of-the-art sister.

Thank you!

Goodbye.

♪

[ Door bell jingles ]

♪

[ Vehicle passing ]

Saturday?!

You promised me another month!

In writing?

This newfangled technology
will be our downfall.

Has Icarus taught us nothing?

I listen to the market,

not fairytales for
the simple-minded.

What exactly are you implying?!

♪

What is this?

Octavia: Uh, I'm just
unpicking the double stitch.

You wanted to save thread...?

Arthur: The ghastly
frills, Octavia.

The puritanical hemline.

This isn't the '50s anymore.

Our new era begins this weekend.

Listen, Arthur, I
appreciate your ambition,

but you can't expect me to
paint 50 dolls by Saturday.

Workshop.

Now.

♪

So this is what we've become...

Doll: My name's Harmony,
and you're my best friend!

Woman: Have you gone
completely insane?!

Oh, I can't bear it.

Perhaps one of us should
try talk to him again?

Words will never get
through to Arthur.

Then somebody needs
to take action, hmm?

[ Telephone ringing ]

Great Slaughter Constabulary.

Salem: Hello, police?
Arthur Salem of Salem Dolls.

Drop what you're doing
and get over here...

Get off!

Arthur Salem of Salem Dolls.

Mr. Salem? You still there?

Salem: Yes! Arthur Sa...

[ Chokes ]

Peggy: That awful gurgling.

And then, there was this voice.

I'll never forget it.

You must have misunderstood.

This is a reputable business.

Beth! You're okay.

Of course I am.

What the hell's going on?

[ Pounding on door ]

Arthur Salem, it's the police.

[ Door rattles ]

It's locked from inside.
Is this the only way in?

Mm, yes, for security.

My designs are
highly confidential.

Right. Stand back.

[ Wood cracks ]

♪

He's dead.

Max: Stabbed in the back.

♪

Peggy: Sir!

♪

Boniface: Possible
signs of a struggle.

Peggy: That's what
it sounded like.

Every contact leaves
a trace, right?

Alas, Dr. Locard, we find
ourselves in a shared workshop.

Innumerable traces.

At least five different sets of

peepers.

Don't you mean, prints?

♪

Shape of the victim's wound is

consistent with
the fettling knife

found in the hands of...

Everything alright, Sister?

You're not afraid
of dollies, are you?

Are you?

Pediophobic? It's possible.

This must be your nightmare.

All these little arms and legs.

The eyes.

I fear she can see
into my very soul.

Felix: Next thing I know,
she's chasing me through

- the town with her slipper!
- Victoria: [ Laughs ]

My life was flashing
before my eyes, Victoria.

Of course! She caught
you holding hands

with her precious daughter.

I've dealt with
violent criminals

less intimidating
than your mother.

- [ Laughs ]
- It's true!

Your father sends his love.

- He worries about you, Felix.
- I know.

Stranded here, so far from home.

We all worry about you.

You stopped
returning my letters.

Well, they were getting
shorter and shorter, and...

Well, I thought
something was wrong,

and I had to come and
see you. I'm sorry.

No, don't be. I'm
happy you're here.

At least now I can show you
there are far worse places

than Great Slaughter.

Aww, look at you two lovebirds.

I feel awful, but
you're needed, Sarge.

Sarge? Is that how you
address a superior officer?

Sorry, uh, sir.

D-D-Detective Sergeant, sir.

I meant no
disrespect, uh, ma'am.

Perhaps my sense of
humour doesn't translate.

- Oh!
- [ Laughter ]

Silly me!

OK, erm, I have to go,

but I'll be done as
soon as possible.

Work comes first, my love.

I should return to the
guest house to unpack.

She's only teasing you.

Oh, sorry. I forgot.

♪

Sister? Sister?

Dolls. Don't ask.

So, the victim must have
locked himself in here

after he got stabbed.

I'm afraid his blood disagrees.

Undisturbed pooling,
minimal spatter.

Mr. Salem perished
right on the spot.

So he locked himself
in here first, then he

did this to himself?

Then who gave the knife to
our creepy little friend?

Glove: We all hear the rumours,

the whispers that follow
us down the street.

We may be a family of freaks,
but we're an honourable one.

You'll be treated with
no prejudice, Mister...?

Doctor Gideon Glove.

Doctor?

But... But don't
you work with dolls?

Correct. What don't
you understand?

Right. Well we need to speak
to each of you individually.

But I'm no good with words.

It's not an interrogation.

Are you trying to make us
uncomfortable, Inspector?

She's an Eliza-Rose, right?

Mine still sits at
the end of my bed.

She's always been my favourite.

Then you're one of
the lucky ones, too.

Mine was the first ever made.

She was my masterpiece!
[ Clears throat ]

I designed her.

Still our best
seller 20 years on.

Sir, a man has just died.

Well, I want it on the record

that no Eliza-Rose
doll was involved.

Rest assured, no toys will
be considered as suspects.

Arthur Salem was
k*lled by a human,

as you all well know...

So ask your questions.

But don't expect many answers.

We're private people. We
just want to be left alone.

I knew I recognised your voice.

You were in the
room when he died!

- She's lying.
- I'd never!

I found this in your room...

Beth Moody.

Max: Going somewhere?

I move around a lot.

What brought you
to Great Slaughter?

Fate.

Sun don't shine on all of us.

I was a reject. Scum.

Until I found my
calling, painting dolls.

Nothing good ever lasts.

Arthur: Turn your
paintbrushes in.

You're dismissed.

What?

Have you gone completely insane?

On the contrary, I'm the
only sane one among us.

Now pack your bags.

But... where am
I supposed to go?

No! No, I'm not moving, until
you tell me what this is about!

The same thing
it's always about.

Money.

Arthur was taking on huge
debts launching Harmony.

Guess he had to balance
the books somehow.

We didn't find a
ledger at the scene.

It's only company accounts.

Anyway. I left, went
upstairs and packed.

Have we missed the part where
Arthur got a knife in his back?

Another witch hunt begins.

Easy. Nobody's picking on
you. But look at the facts.

Arthur was taking your
job away... your life.

And you didn't want to leave.

Did he call the police
to make you leave?

Is that why you k*lled him?

Arthur was found alone
inside the locked room.

But I know I heard you.

You said something like, "I'll
be in big trouble for this."

[ Laughs ]

So you're not a
liar, just a dimwit.

Doll: Oopsie!

I'll be in big trouble
when Father gets home.

She has your voice?

- It was the doll?
- Mystery solved.

I hope you lock her up
and throw away the key.

Do you know what?

I think there's more going
on here than meets the eye.

Maybe.

But my gut is telling
me Beth Moody did it.

So, you taking the future missus
somewhere nice for dinner?

Victoria will be joining
us for breakfast.

I know.

Mrs. Clam, she
insisted on meeting her

and I didn't know
what to say, so...

Well let's hope she's
got a strong stomach.

♪

Don't you drink tea in
Bermuda, Miss Braithwaite?

We do.

I'm still working
on my third cup.

You have a lovely
garden, Mrs. Clam.

And the food looks
so... English.

Black pudding is Sergeant
Livingstone's favourite.

Really? He told me it
was my paw paw casserole.

Er, well

different places, you know?
Our taste buds aclimatise...

Shouldn't Sam be joining
us any minute now?

His bed is still made. I
suspect he spent the night...

Working! Working.

Yeah, he's a very
dedicated professional.

Sergeant Livingstone tells
me that you're a nurse.

Perhaps you'd like to
take a look at my bunions?

Maybe later.

Felix has promised to
show me the sights.

And we have a lot to
discuss about the future.

Actually, I have a
lot still going on

with this investigation.

I'm sorry.

But I have planned for
someone else to replaces me.

Morning! We're gonna
have so much fun!

And you can dish all
the dirt on Sarge!

Wonderful.

♪

Gideon: Libellous drivel.

The poor children must
be absolutely terrified.

It's fine. No such
thing as bad publicity.

We're not going ahead
with the unveiling?

Arthur's dead!

Leaving us broke, with
fifty new dolls to assemble.

We'll have to work overtime,
but do we have a choice?

This is what Arthur wanted.

It might raise
eyebrows if we cancel.

Exactly. We can't afford
to look suspicious.

Felix: Merlin Crowe,
he's the doll designer.

And there is Octavia
Hemlock, she's a seamstress.

And there's Gideon Glove.
He is the doll "surgeon".

They've all been living

and working together
for over two decades.

Then we have Beth Moody.

History of petty crime,
in and out of Borstal.

She only arrived in Great
Slaughter six months ago,

and now we have a
dead body and...

Boniface: A doll.

Sorry, I was hoping for
a more elegant segue.

This way, please.

So, while awaiting the
pathologist's report,

I took the liberty of carrying
out my own post-mortem.

Excuse the tape. It's the eyes.

Following me.

- [ Clears throat ]
- Felix: Sorry.

Not to be pedantic,

but wouldn't a post-mortem
at least require a victim?

Well, apology accepted.
Here, look at this.

A slit in the vinyl. See?

Made by the same fettling
knife that k*lled Arthur Salem.

You're not serious?

Observation

no traces of Mr. Salem's
blood in the wound.

Deduction... Harmony
was stabbed first.

Another substance, however,
transferred from the knife

to the doll...
surgical disinfectant.

That's not something
you'd find in a doll shop.

Unless...

The dolly repair man has
delusions of grandeur?

So, down there is our
little village hall.

We do all sorts here.

Harvest Festival, town meetings.

And we have a little
church hall too.

Is Great Slaughter
a town or a village?

Hm. Never really
thought about it.

I'm gathering up
all the dolls I can.

Someone has to protect them
from the dreaded doll k*ller!

I think you misheard the
rumours, Miss Thimble.

[ Miss Thimble mumbling
unintelligibly ]

Grayslarrs unnerseej!

It's just a silly story, Tom.

Tourd de pappers!

What language is he speaking?

- [ Water running ]
- Norman: [ Humming ]

Hello?

"Don't worry, Norman,
won't all go out for lunch

without you... again."

♪

Is someone there?

♪

It's not funny anymore.

You can come out now.

Please!

♪

[ Screams ] Leave me alone!

- Peggy: Norman?
- Peggy?

Peggy: Can you come out, please?

We need to stop this
scary doll talk.

[ Screams ]

♪

Beth was right.

Back for the next
member of the family?

There's that word again.

But according to our records,

none of you are
actually related.

You came here as an evacuee.

November 1940.

A frightened boy, packed
off to live with strangers.

But while Hitler's bombs
obliterated my hometown,

those strangers made me
feel safer than ever.

That's family.

Disinfectant, Mr. Glove?

Doctor Glove.

And yes, I sterilise
my instruments.

Is this about my fettling knife?

Yesterday morning,
I was in theatre,

when Arthur waltzed in
with an announcement.

Harmony is our priority,

and Merlin needs help
assembling the moulds.

Assembly?

I've been mending
dolls for twenty years!

Our customers have
more money these days.

Why offer them repairs,

when we can encourage them
to buy newer products?

This is a business, Gideon. Hmm?

♪

Gideon: I left her like
that on Arthur's bench.

Harmony was a heartless
abomination, just like him.

So much for family.

You say you've been mending
dolls for twenty years?

But how could you? You
would have been a child.

The w*r ended, left me orphaned.

Octavia and Merlin wanted
me to stay, but Arthur...

He only agreed because my
nimble fingers were capable

of intricate doll work.

- That is awful.
- It's also motive.

The m*rder weapon
belonged to you,

you'd already used
it on the doll.

I didn't k*ll Arthur.

But I am glad he's dead.

Everyone and everything
is disposable to him.

My surgery, our
values, Eliza-Rose.

Eliza-Rose?

[ Footsteps approaching ]

Octavia? What's wrong?

If it's the police,
let me handle them.

No! I won't let you get
into any more trouble.

Trust me.

I strongly advise
you to reconsider.

Got a tip-off last
night. A k*ller doll.

It was too good not to print.

Didn't think it was
actually true though.

It's not true.

I mean, there was a
doll at the crime scene.

She had me cornered.
I was done for.

[ Telephone ringing ]

And then you appeared.

My saviour!

- Doll: Peek-a-boo!
- Sorry. Slip of the hand.

If I may? This was clearly a
tasteless prank, Mr. Whalley.

A respectable journalist
such as yourself

must employ objectivity.

Exactly.

And even if the doll
did want to k*ll you,

it wouldn't be able
to use a knife.

Its little arms only
move in circles.

Like that.

- That's not what I meant.
- Wouldn't it be more like

sort of that?

This is highly inappropriate.

Actually, from a rotational
physics standpoint,

the downwards strike would
be the most effective.

- Like that.
- Are you sure?

I don't know, I still think
the circles, like that.

No, more like this.
Down, down. Like that.

Like that. That's
it. He's got the...

That's the spirit.

Felix: Thousands of
drawings and poems.

- All about this doll.
- They're all mine.

Please, just leave Beth alone.

But why would you
try to burn them?

I heard you talking about her.
I knew if you found these...

You would never understand.

Why not?

Because you live in a
world... a different world.

With people you love.
Who can love you back.

Have you never had
a child of your own?

So you found a
different kind of love.

With Eliza-Rose.

And I'm guessing not everyone
understood her value?

Arthur wasn't just launching
a new doll, was he?

He was replacing an old one.

And when you couldn't make
him understand what pain

it was causing you...

Did you snap?

Arthur was like a brother to me!

If you think I would
k*ll him over a doll,

you're crazier than I am!

This is the ledger
that Beth mentioned.

Did you try to burn this too?

I do apologise, Victoria.

It's usually somewhat
livelier in here.

It's all these doll rumours.

Folk are scared to
leave their homes.

Victoria: Your community
certainly is unique.

Though I don't understand why
an officer of Felix's talents

should be abandoned here.

Have you heard anything
from Scotland Yard?

Um... well... not really.

I say London's loss is our gain.

Absolutely. Your man is
a credit to this force.

We've learnt a lot from him.

Aw, that's lovely to hear.

Even if Felix did move to
England to be taught himself.

Victoria, please.

Look, they're being modest.

I learn from all
of them every day.

You know, and Sister Boniface,

she's on the forefront of
British forensic science.

No. Gosh! No. I merely dabble.

Although you might find
my lab of some interest.

I can take you there
tomorrow, if you like.

Thank you, but Felix and I have
spent so little time together.

We have much to discuss
about the future.

Unless he's too busy again?

I was waiting for the
right time to talk to you.

Anyone would think you're
trying to avoid me.

I would never!

You know I would spend every
minute with you if I could.

I fear we're getting in
the way of your reunion.

No, please! Forget
I said anything.

I'm sorry, everyone.

I have to remind myself,
we'll be back in Bermuda soon.

We? You're leaving us, Sarge?

[ Screaming ]

Something's not right.

It's Dottie!

[ Door creaking ]

[ Switch clicking ]

♪

Felix: Miss Thimble?

Are you in here?

[ Screams ]

Woman: Have mercy!

Please.

This is the police. Whoever
that is, show yourself!

♪

Oh.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Miss Thimble screams ]

It's okay, Miss
Thimble, you're safe.

Sergeant Livingstone.
What brings you here?

Good dolls never
play with scissors!

You had quite the fright.

Perhaps Mrs. Clam will make
you one of her delicious teas?

Nonsense! Brandy
is what she needs.

Splendid, a large one, please.

I'm sure you know best.

She means well.

There they are.
Come in, everyone.

Come on. That's right.

The people have a right to know

if Great Slaughter isn't
safe anymore, Peggy!

- Peggy: Norman, that's enough.
- No, that's not enough.

I'm sorry we, have to know
we've got the right to know.

I'm sorry to do this, Peggy,

but we have a right to know
what is going on in this town.

- Peggy: Can you please leave?
- She's laughing at us.

She?

I hate to do this,

but we need to know
what's going on.

♪

What is she doing?

Probably some genius experiment.

- It looks like she's...
- Watching paint dry?

Correct. I noticed the paint
on the stage was still tacky.

This is the forefront of
British forensic science?

Right.

The message was painted no
more than twelve minutes

before our arrival.

Deduction... our perpetrator
absconded during the storm.

But Beth's clothes
were still dry.

Perhaps she ran
home and changed?

I don't see the logic behind
this person's actions.

Unless they want to make
everyone afraid of dolls?

Like you, Sister.
Apparently, it's the eyes.

I want cuddles! I need cuddles!

What's happening?

I don't want your cuddles.

She does this sometimes.
Best to leave her to it.

Eyes.

Oh, no.

Bingo! We have a new suspect.

I made my peace a
long ago with the fact

that nobody would love me.

But they would
love my creations.

Eliza-Rose was exceptional. I
mean, more than just a doll.

But all my designs
were flawless.

Until Harmony?

I'm afraid the
eyes gave her away.

Precisely 0.03 inches
out of alignment.

Add to that the
loose hip socket,

uneven weight distribution...

Please, stop.

You placed those dolls.
Not to incite panic,

but to ensure they
would never sell.

Lest the world
discover your failure.

I did not fail. She just
wasn't quite finished.

You jeopardised the
future of this shop.

Your colleagues' livelihoods.

They were going ahead
with the launch!

Despite how much I'd
pled with Arthur.

There's still some
play in those hips.

And her phrases are too long!

I can record some new ones.

No.

You have fifty Harmony
units to paint,

and your time is my money.

We can make savings elsewhere!

Stop supporting local
charities, for example.

Charitable donations
reflect well on the shop.

Arthur, please! Please!

Just please, take a look.

Sam: Suffice to say your
pleading didn't work.

No.

An hour later, he brought the
unveiling forward by a month.

So you found another way
to get through to him.

- A knife in the back.
- What?

I may be a prideful old fool,

but one thing I am
not is a m*rder*r.

And your evidence
doesn't prove otherwise.

Does it?

Well, don't go too far.

We may have more
questions for you.

Okay. Arthur took this
ledger from Merlin.

By the end of the afternoon,

he accelerated his
plans by a month,

dismissed an employee
and he lost his life.

You think he found
something in there?

Merlin drew his
attention to this...

You see this list
of local charities?

Check it out. We'll talk
to the other suspects.

Someone's bound to unravel,
if we keep pulling that

- thread.
- String.

Simple mechanics.

Harmony's phrases were too long.

A longer recording necessitates
a longer pull-string.

A doll. On a shelf.
With a knife.

We had all the puzzle
pieces from the beginning.

The problem was our perspective.

Viewed from one angle,
we saw a possessed toy.

From another,

a criminal mastermind with
a flair for the dramatic.

But we ignored our
biggest clue. Question

why did WPC Button hear the
doll's voice on the phone?

Hypothesis... Harmony
was simply a device.

Now for the clever bit.

♪

Doll: Nobody's safe from
my kisses. Mwah! [ Laughs ]

You're kidding
me. Bravo, Sister.

So the knife was just
pinning the doll in place?

Quite brilliant.

I should very much like to
shake this m*rder*r's hand.

Oh, once they've been brought
to justice, of course.

Okay. So that explains the how.

Mm. And we may have
a lead on the who.

♪

Easy when you know
where to look.

Victoria?

Victoria: What
are you doing now?

I'm working. I thought
you understood?

I understood you prioritising
a m*rder investigation over me,

but door-to-door enquiries?

I'm following a lead.

All the work I do here
is important. Hey!

There is no k*ller doll to hunt.

Please go home, and take
your pitchforks with you.

♪

[ Indistinct yammering ]

- Where was I?
- These people, Felix.

How can you even understand
what they're saying?

I'm learning to decipher
the gesticulations.

[ Sighs ]

I'm sorry. I've tried
to like it here.

It's a very pretty village, and
your colleagues are nice, but

can we please go home now?

- Let's talk about this later.
- I am ready to get married

and have babies,
like we planned.

- Don't you want that anymore?
- I do.

I want every single
thing I promised you.

I'm just not ready to
leave Great Slaughter yet.

This place has changed you.

Victoria, wait.

Victoria, listen, I only
have one more house to...

♪

No luck.

The hair on the pull-string

doesn't belong to
any of our suspects.

- Maybe it's doll hair?
- Boniface: Clever thinking.

Alas, all the dolls are
made with synthetic hair

and this one is quite human.

Sam: Please tell me
you have something.

Actually, it's
what I didn't find.

One of the charities that
Salem's Dolls was donating to,

it doesn't exist.

Sam: "Missing Children's Fund."

One phone call to the bank,

and Arthur would have discovered

where his money
was really going.

Straight into a bank account
belonging to Beth Moody.

Your gut was right.

- How did we miss it?
- Miss what, sir?

The way they talked about her.

Drew her. She was
more than just a doll.

When Gideon talked about
Arthur discarding Eliza-Rose...

What if he wasn't
talking about a doll?

♪

Sam: Eliza-Rose. The
doll was named after you.

Felix: The local
archives confirmed

that you lived here
too, as an evacuee.

Although you came
from different towns,

you and Gideon both lost
your parents in the w*r,

and an infant was of no use to
Arthur, so he sent you away.

Sam: And two decades
of hardship later,

you returned to Great
Slaughter for revenge.

Worming your way back
into people's trust,

whilst stealing from the shop.

Then Arthur found
out and sacked you.

And when he called the
police to turn you in,

you finally got the
ultimate payback.

- Did I miss anything?
- I lived here?

[ Voice breaking ] Is that true?

Nice try, Beth.

[ Sobbing ]

I swear I didn't know.

Look, I'm not a
thief or a m*rder*r.

I'd never even heard
of Salem's Dolls

until I was invited
to interview.

Who invited you?

A letter arrived in the post.

Unsigned.

I can't believe I'm saying
this, but I believe her.

Me too.

But I believe she is connected
to Arthur's death somehow.

Agreed.

But fate didn't bring her
back to Great Slaughter.

Somebody knows
who she really is.

And that same someone opened
a bank account in her name,

got her the job, and
k*lled to protect her.

Unfortunately, it could be
any of the remaining suspects.

Or someone else entirely.

We've yet to find a
match for that hair.

I still reckon it's doll hair.

Button.

I know they all have
synthetic hair nowadays.

But what about the older ones?

Like the first Eliza-Rose
doll ever made?

♪

What?

[ Breathing heavily ]

Are you okay, madam? Hello?

- I'm a nurse.
- I can't breathe.

Let me help you.

[ Bell rings ]

♪

[ Winces ]

You're hurt.

It's okay.

If you don't want me to
look, I won't force you.

Is there someone I
can fetch for you?

Your husband? Children?

My two darlings.

Poor little orphans.

But I loved them like my own.

Do they live locally?

He sent her away.

- Victoria! Are you all right?
- Why wouldn't I be?

When the men in suits came,
I wouldn't let her go.

But Arthur said she'd have
a better life without me.

My little girl.

He didn't realise he
was breaking your heart.

But Merlin understood.
He made you a doll,

named after the child
you missed so terribly.

I couldn't just let her go!

So for twenty years, you've been
watching over Beth from afar,

diverting money into a
trust account of sorts,

in case she came back.

- Why didn't you go after her?
- How could I explain

this intense,
overwhelming feeling of...

- Love.
- Love.

Love.

And then six months ago,

you had a chance
to bring her home.

Arthur wanted a new doll, he
needed someone to paint her,

give her a voice.

You invited Beth to interview,
made sure she got the job.

I had her back by my side.

No one even suspected.

Then Arthur threatened
your bliss once again.

You have twenty minutes
to vacate the premises!

It's all my fault.
I can explain.

- I don't want to hear.
- Please, Arthur.

- You don't understand.
- The woman is a thief.

It's her! Beth.

She's her.

Police?

Arthur Salem of Salem's Dolls.

Drop what you're doing
and get over here.

- Get off.
- [ Screams ]

Arthur Salem of Salem's Dolls.

Are you still there? Yes!

Arthur Salem of...

♪

Boniface: You kept
Beth safe this time.

But you knew that the
police would soon arrive,

and you'd lose her anyway.

Unless, that is,

you could make your desperate
misdeed appear impossible.

Doll: Oopsie! I'll
be in big trouble

when Father gets home.

Felix: So you went
back to the shop,

and you kept quiet until
our colleagues arrived.

The only thing you
are missing was

the ledger.

Would've burnt it sooner.

This brings me no pleasure.

Octavia Hemlock,
I'm arresting you...

I think she sustained an
injury during the attack.

Octavia, I need you to let
go of the doll now, please.

No. She protected me.

Please.

♪

[ Sobbing ]

♪

Probable rib fracture.

Clammy skin, loss
of consciousness.

I think she may be
losing blood internally.

Call an ambulance.
I'll be right back.

[ Bell dings ]

No! Aah!

Octavia!

Open the door, please.

It's only natural to be afraid.

But I fear your fever may
be clouding your judgement.

Octavia.

Without urgent medical
attention, you could die.

Octavia: I deserve to
die! I'm the devil!

Beth: No.

You're just trying
to protect a child.

Six months ago, I had nothing.

No one.

When you brought me here, I
could never have imagined.

You... You were
giving me a life.

♪

Octavia.

I have been there too.

Alone in an unfamiliar place.

Not knowing that the
strangers around you

would become your
closest friends.

Your family.

And I know how devastating
it would be to lose them.

As it will be for Beth, if
you don't open this door.

My little girl!

[ Sobbing ]

[ Smooching ]

[ Children laughing ]

♪

I owe you an apology, Inspector.

You're not the dim-witted,

judge mental narcissist
you appear to be.

Thank you. I think?

Water under the bridge.

I hear Octavia is
recovering well.

Sister Reg volunteers
at the Sanctum Hospital.

Well, it's no hotel, but they
let her keep her sewing machine.

I visited this morning,
to tell her the good news.

I used the money from
that savings account

to repurpose fifty
Harmony dolls.

♪

[ Indistinct whispering ]

[ Clears throat ]

♪

[ Clears throat ]

A curious week has passed.

Some of us survived.
Others bled to death.

I see now... we are
all built differently.

We are all flawed.

And our dolls were
only human, after all.

Happy birthday, Eliza-Rose.

♪

So without any further ado,

I would like to now
invite you all to meet...

Miss Fitz.

A perfectly imperfect doll.

Each handcrafted with her
own unique irregularity.

And not a pull-string
in sight. [ Chuckles ]

[ Applause ]

♪

I should have made time for you.

- Victoria: You had to work.
- I know.

But maybe, unconsciously, I
was avoiding this conversation.

And I am so sorry, Victoria.

You... You're the
love of my life.

[ Chuckles ]

♪

Please, me first.

This place, and these people,
they mean a lot to you.

And I think I'm
beginning to see why.

What are you saying?

Victoria: I would do
anything for you, Felix.

Including getting married
and living with you

in a quirky little
English village.

So, we can stay? Together?

And we're getting married?

We're getting married
in Great Slaughter!

That is of course,

until your position at
Scotland Yard is confirmed.

Sorry?

Well, it's charming
here, but it's not us.

We need the bustle of a city.

- Congratulations!
- You're really staying, Sarge?

Sam: You had me worried
there for a moment, mate.

A toast, to the future
Mr. and Mrs. Livingstone.

- Cheers!
- Cheers!

♪