01x04 - Memento Mori

[bunniefuu]

[Horse carriage approaches
and indistinct chatter]

Mr. Parker's here!

Finally.

As requested.
The morning edition of The London Post.

This is actually the first
newspaper I have bought myself.

We usually have them
hand delivered on a tray.

I had a chat with the seller.
Colorful character. Very earthy.

Aren't they just.

[Grunts]

The publicity will be
good for business.

They may even mention you, Rupert.
Miss Scarlet's business partner.

Really? That'd be
most pleasing indeed.

Although I don't think my mother would
be pleased to hear of my new investment.

- Ah! Here we are.
- Read it to us.

"The campaign for women's
suffrage took a dramatic turn

when a b*mb plot was foiled by detective
inspector Wellington of Scotland yard.

Dogged determination...

Countless lives saved...

The man is a credit
to the police service."

- What does it say about you?
- Yes.

There's no mention of me
or my part in the investigation.

Only inspector Wellington and his
"brilliant, tenacious mind."

[Sighs]

Does it mention me?

Theme music playing...

[Indistinct chatter]

As well as the London
post there are also...

[Hushes]

[Puffs loudly]

Good...

[Snorts]

Very good.

[Titters]

- Continue.
- Yes, as I was saying, sir.

As well as The London Post there
are also articles in The Telegraph

- and The Morning Chronicle.
- So I believe.

- Wonderful publicity, Wellington.
- Thank you, sir.

So good, in fact, that
I've had a telegram from

The editor of
The Illustrated Police news.

They wish to write
an article about you.

- About me, sir?
- It's an utter rag, of course.

Full of wild gossip
and cheap sensation.

But apparently the home
secretary reads the thing.

Anyway, they're sending one of
their journalists over this morning.

- [Nods]
- You might wish

to mention me at some point.

- Yes, sir.
- My steady hand at the wheel.

Guiding the ship
through choppy waters.

Inspiring all those
who serve under me.

- Use your own words, obviously.
- Obviously, sir.

Do that, Wellington, and the
promotion we discussed will be yours.

[Brooding music playing]

[Groans loudly]

[Man] Inspector.

[Door opens]

[Duke whistling]

Who let you in?

Alfred, the desk sergeant.

Alfred?
I thought his name was Albert.

You're good at forgetting names.
Mine in particular.

Ah... the article.

No mention of me at all.

No wonder you
were so coy in telling me about it.

I stupidly mistook your
slyness for modesty.

- Eliza...
- I need that publicity.

For every ten clients
that come to me, nine do an about-turn

when they see it's not Henry Scarlet
behind the desk, but his daughter.

Eliza, I am a detective
inspector with Scotland yard.

It's one thing my men
knowing about our arrangement

but it's quite another for it to
be plastered across a newspaper.

If a situation occurs
where we work together again

I will try my utmost to ensure you
receive the credit you deserve.

Very well. I will try to give
you the benefit of the doubt.

- [Knock]
- Duke, there's a Mr. Bunce in reception.

- [Groans]
- I'll tell him to wait.

Good. Then that's settled.

Oh...

It's far from settled.

[Urgently] Frank! Frank!

Send the journalist in.

Guten Morgen, Fraulein Scarlet.

Good morning, Herr Hildegard.

Fraulein Scarlet,
may I introduce my niece,

She has come to stay with me
from Hamburg.

Delighted to meet you,
Fraulein Hildegard.

During her stay
I'm sure she would welcome

some time with a more
mature lady, such as yourself.

Someone who can impart advice
about the latest fashions.

And indeed, society gossip.

I know how you ladies
like to talk.

I'm a little busy working
to be aware of any gossip, Herr Hildegard.

Quite so. And I have told tilly all
about you and your detective agency.

I have never
seen her so excited.

Which presses me to venture,
are you busy at this moment?

I'm afraid to say that I am.
But perhaps another time?

That is a shame...
Since I have a case for you.

That said...

I'm never too busy for you,
herrhildegard.

Now what do you know
about death photography?

[Herrhildegard] There are those
who wish to have one final image

of their loved ones
before they're buried.

- There is a Mark on his cheek.
- Yes, Mr. Henderson.

[Herrhildegard]A friend of mine, James
Henderson, provides this service.

[Blast]

[Footsteps]

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

It's a fascinating business
you have.

There are those who find it
macabre.

But I believe we provide an
invaluable service to the bereaved.

Herrhildegard
speaks highly of you.

He is most kind.
So how may I be of service?

I've been receiving
some disturbing correspondence.

I informed the police but they
have, as yet, done nothing.

They're a constant
disappointment, are they not?

They arrive in plain envelopes
with no address or post Mark.

Hand delivered?

At different times
on different days.

Each one contains a photograph I've
taken of their deceased loved one.

But they've all been manipulated
from the original, see?

After the first two arrived, I believed
someone was gaining access to my studio.

So I burned every negative in my archive.
But they keep coming.

- And there's no message with them?
- Isn't this message enough?

Whoever's doing this
is trying to terrify me.

- That ghostly figure is no random woman.
- You know her?

Her name was Catherine.

She was my wife.

[Rousing music]

She died last year.

And in here we have
our records room.

Every arrest and conviction
going back to 1829.

There's actually a warrant in there
signed by Robert peel, himself.

Robert peel? Absolutely fascinating.
[Guffaws]

You know, it truly is an honor

to have been invited into the inner
sanctum of such an esteemed detective.

I must say I'm surprised
you've even heard of me.

You are too modest, sir.

Your reputation precedes you.

- That is for others to say.
- Which they do.

You are the talk of London,
inspector.

And I can honestly say

with my hand on my heart,
I wept tears of joy

on hearing about
your latest exploits.

The scuppering of the b*mb plot.
[Guffaws]

And not just of joy,
of gratitude, too.

- Well, that is...
- ...And relief.

Tears of joy, gratitude
and relief.

[Sniffles] Excuse me. I am as
emotional as I am loquacious.

I shall conclude by saying again, it
is an honor to be in your presence.

And I know our readers
will be absolutely fascinated

to learn more about the courage of the man
who keeps us safe in our beds at night.

Yes, whilst we're on that...

You'd do me a great service
if in the course of your writing

you were to mention the head of our
division, superintendent stirling.

His leadership and guidance really
is an inspiration to all below him.

[Amused] Is it?

[Titters] It is.

I understand completely,
inspector.

We all have masters to serve.

- [Chuckles]
- [Guffaws]

And on that topic, might I
suggest a little quid pro quo?

Our newspaper editor,
no stranger to vanity himself,

is very keen to attract
the largest possible readership.

As such,

we tend to favor
the more sensational stories.

Well, I'm sure
we can find something.

[Clears throat] Let's see
what came in overnight.

Ah. Here we are.

"Are son in tower hammet's brothel"

oohh promising, very promising

any fatalities?

No.

Oh.

Shame.

Right.

Ah!

"Dead body
floating in the thames."

[Swoons] Male, female...
[Hopeful] Child?

Middle-aged man.

Ah. [Scoffs]

O, for a world where men like we

could be held in the
public's affection. [Guffaws]

I say "we." You are, of course,
younger than myself.

But you take
the point I'm making.

It is the death of
the young and the beautiful

who persuades people to part
with their pennies. [Guffaws]

Yes. Of course.

Then you will understand

that if the article
is to be published

I shall need a novel, or...

Intriguing case.

If the article
is to be published?

Oh! No. Purely semantics,
inspector.

[Footsteps approach]

These are my very best
magnifying glasses.

Top quality...
Baumann and schuster.

They make the best lenses
in Germany.

You're most kind,
herrhildegard.

My father had
an extensive collection

but they seem to have gone awry.
Goodness only knows where he put them.

Your father was a great
many things, but organized

was not one of them.

These are the photographs
sent to herr Henderson.

Yes. One or two
have slight marks on them.

I need to examine them closely.

Do you know Mr. Henderson well?

Our paths often cross for work.
I've known him ten years or so.

He can't think of anyone who
might wish to distress him. Can you?

No! He's a good man. A kind man.

There...

There in the corner.

[Moans] - And here on
the outside of the envelope.

It looks like... dried blood.

A further threat perhaps?

Well then why make it
so hard to see?

Did James tell you
how Catherine died?

No.

She was a troubled soul.
Took her own life.

And it was poor James
that found her.

Whoever is doing this
to him is most cruel.

[Brooding dramatic music]

[Sighs]

[Moans]

[Door opens]

[Footsteps approach]

Miss Scarlet?

My name is Amelia Evans.

- We met at Mr. Henderson's studio.
- Of course.

Please.

Take a seat.

I know who's doing this.

You know?

I help James with
his photography

but I was hired by his wife, Catherine,
to be governess to their daughter.

Poor Catherine had been struggling
for some time with her health.

Prone to dark moods.

Things became so bad that...

I know how she died.

The poor man was broken.

I started to help with his work as well
as my duties as governess to Violet.

I didn't mean for us
to become so close.

People can make such judgements.

- That's why he wishes to keep it quiet.
- Keep what quiet?

We're engaged.

He proposed three weeks ago.

The very next day
the first photograph arrived.

She's punishing us. She's sending
these images from beyond the grave.

Surely you don't believe that?

Catherine warned me
she would return

and punish me if I were
near her husband.

This is the revenge
of her tortured soul.

And I will prove it to you.

[Gate creaks]

[Mrs. Evans]Before she passed
into spirit,

and left this mortal realm.

Your mother gave you
something to remember her by.

It was... a painting?

Yes... that's right.

A beautiful landscape
of a river.

A city... London. No wait.

Thank you.

Not London... Paris.

The seine at sunset.

[Sobbing]

[Footsteps]

Miss Scarlet is still
not convinced, mother.

Let's say
I enjoyed the spectacle.

The spectacle?

That's what you believe
you witnessed?

The world would be a dull place
if we all shared the same beliefs.

Mother has the gift.
She's had it since childhood.

Tell her what
you know of Catherine.

She's a restless soul.

Angry, betrayed.
Vengeful towards my daughter.

And you think she's sending these
photographs from beyond the grave?

I do not think it. I know it.

Catherine has told me herself
from spirit.

Miss Evans, would you mind
if I spoke to your mother alone?

You're causing your daughter great
distress. Surely you can see that?

I'm only telling her the truth.

You're telling her fairytales.
Cruel ones at that.

You're a lot like him.

- Who?
- Your father.

- He was a skeptic too.
- You knew him?

Not in life...
But I see him now.

- [Eerie music playing]
- He follows you.

I don't know what your motives
are for spouting such nonsense.

I will tell her.

Your father says that when
you were a girl you had a pet frog.

He once used it to demonstrate
the effects of chloroform.

How do you know that?

You named the frog
after your teacher...

Mrs. Dawkins, wasn't it?

[Ominous music playing]

There's a single b*llet wound
to the chest.

The entry point here.

The exit wound is larger
because the b*llet expands

as it travels through the body.

I see that you're not taking
any notes, Mr. Bunce.

Oh, that's because you are so
fascinating to listen to, inspector.

And also because this crime
does appear a little common place.

Our readers crave
intrigue and mystery.

As, I believe,
I have already stated...

Several times.

Well, we have yet to do
interviews with known associates,

checks for previous convictions.

- Perhaps that will throw up some intrigue.
- And mystery?

- And mystery.
- [Guffaws]

[Knocks] - Duke? We just
got a message from the yard.

His business partner shot him.
Some row over an unpaid loan.

Well, let's not be too hasty,
detective Jenkins.

There may be more
to this than meets the eye.

Three witnesses saw him do it.

And when he got arrested he said
"I'm glad I k*lled him."

Excuse me. May I inquire as to what
line of business they were engaged in?

Circus, perhaps?

Grave robbery? Opium dealing?

No. They were
chartered accountants.

Right.

Thank you.

There's a burglary in clerkenwell
that sounded promising.

Well let's hope so.

[Mr. Potts] Inspector
Wellington as you know,

I'm a man who takes
no pleasure from conflict.

I run from it with all the
strength I get from the good lord.

But there are times
when a foot must be put down.

And I regret to inform you

that my foot,
indeed both my foot... feet...

Have been thrust firmly
into the ground.

What are you talking about?

She vexes me so I can hardly
string two words together.

You must speak to her, inspector.
She won't listen to reason.

- Who?
- Miss Scarlet. She's causing a commotion outside,

- trying to gain access.
- Who is Miss Scarlet?

- That female...
- My cousin.

A very dull, really quite plain,
uninteresting woman.

[Sighs]

One moment, please.

[Groans]

No.

- I haven't even told you what...
- No.

I need the criminal background
on a suspect.

- I believe she's practicing fraud.
- No.

- Is that all you're going to say?
- Yes. I'm busy.

William, you've already let me
down once, please do not do it again.

- Frank!
- What are you doing?

Go with him. He'll help you.

No. He likes me even less
than I like him. I'll wait for you.

I do not want you
loitering here.

Why not?

- [Shouts] Frank!
- [Bangs on door]

Wait here!

[Bangs]

There's no record of Edith
Evans having a criminal conviction.

You're sure this is everything
on fraudsters and spiritualists?

- Yes.
- She may've used a different name.

- That's common in fraud.
- You don't say?

This woman is connected to a
crime reported here a few weeks ago.

I'd like to see the case file.

That won't happen.

I'm confused.
I thought inspector Wellington

told you to help me.

He said to show you
the convictions for petty fraud.

Which I have.
Now it's and time for you to leave.

Frank, Frank, Frank...

A man of your intelligence
can make his own decisions.

It's one of your
great strengths.

Well... [chuckles] Out!

[Amelia] I'm taking violet
to the park.

Say goodbye to your papa
and Miss Scarlet.

Goodbye, papa.
Goodbye, Miss Scarlet.

Goodbye.

She's so good with Violet.

I don't know what I would've...

I should've told you we were engaged.
I'm a private man.

There are those who'd question
the haste with which I proposed.

Do you really believe her mother
is involved in this?

She's either a fraud
or communing with the dead.

And I know which one I find most likely

but... even if she wanted to manipulate
the photograph, she would lack the skill

you said you burned the negatives.
Before you did,

who else would've come
into contact with them?

Only Amelia.

You can't possibly think...

Amelia's been beside herself.
She's been suffering night terrors.

This whole business
has been tearing her apart.

I have to go away
on business tonight.

And she hates to be
alone in the house.

- Is there any way you could...
- I'm a private investigator

Mr. Henderson,
not a nursemaid.

Please... I fear
she is losing her mind.

And I cannot lose her
as I lost Catherine.

- [Sighs]
- Thanks again for staying, Miss Scarlet.

I hope
I haven't inconvenienced you.

Not at all. My pleasure.

Night times
are difficult for me.

Given the things
that've happened in this house.

That's why James is so keen
for us to move away.

- Where are you moving to?
- Bristol.

That's where he's gone.
To see about new premises.

He believes we need
a fresh start.

And you?

Thank you, Ruth.

You do not have to get married,
you know?

I wish to be married to James more than
anything. And have children of my own.

What woman would not?

You do not want
to have your own family?

One day, perhaps.

That'll be all, thank you.
You may go home now.

I haven't been entirely truthful
with you, Miss Scarlet.

James and I... we were together,
whilst Catherine was alive.

And she knew.

That's why she swore to me
that she would have revenge.

We've brought this punishment
on ourselves.

Whoever's punishing
you is not a ghost.

Perhaps you will change your mind
since this is Catherine's bedroom.

The same room
where she took her own life.

[Dark music playing]

- [Indistinct chatter]
- [Laughter]

What happened
with that journalist?

He left.

He told me to contact him
when I've got an intriguing case.

- Smarmy little git.
- Yeah.

I wouldn't have to jump through these
hoops for some fleet street hack

if stirling respected me.

He wanted me to um-

to sing his praises and talk about
how well run the department is

- [Scoffs]
- Sounds like him

I woudl've had that promotion already

if he thought
I was the right sort of chap

you know?
If I'd been in the army

if you'd been buggered
at same boarding school!

[chuckles]

The way of the world, isn't it?

Snobby sods looking down
their noses.

She's no better, your Miss Scarlet.
Why do you put up with her anyway?

- You're hoping to get something out of it?
- No. That's not how I see Eliza.

[Laughs] Forgive me. Of course you'd
never take advantage of a woman.

She's annoying as hell.

I still would. Know what I mean?

You say that again and I'll knock
you through that bloody wall.

I've known Eliza
since we were young.

Her father couldn't have
done more for me

if I was his own
flesh and blood.

I hope you were courteous to her when
you were helping her with her case.

Of course I was.

It's not her case.

It came into us first.
It got filed under "waste of time."

Ghouls. Death photographers and
messages from beyond the grave.

Straight out of a penny dreadful.
Bloody nonsense.

[Thunder rumbles]

[Rain lashing]

Don't be so ridiculous

[Amelia screams]

Please!

Miss Evans...

- [Crying]
- It's alright.

It's just a dream.

I'm sorry.

- I didn't mean to wake you.
- I wasn't asleep.

Is there anything you'd like?
Some warm milk, perhaps?

-The maids gone home
-then I'll make it

you're very kind, but no.
Thank you.

We could have a Brandy.
For medicinal purposes.

Believe me I've tried

just makes things worse

I'll be fine now.

Well... if you need anything...
You know where I am.

Thank you.

[Wind howls]

- [Musical stab]
- Oh, dear god!

What is it?

It's her... [whimpering]

[Thunder rumbling]

[Birds chirping]

Are you sure it was you who left
the window open last night?

Yes. I always sleep
with it open.

It was raining heavily
so if someone came

through there'd be
footprints or hand marks.

But I can find nothing.

[Amelia] No one came through the window.
It was Catherine.

She's punishing us.

- The front door was locked last night?
- I locked it myself.

Apart from you and Mr. Henderson,
who else has a key?

[Amelia] Ruth, our maid.

[Ominous music playing]

[Doorbell rings]

[Tense music playing]

[Suspensefu music playing]

[Doorbell rings]

[Bell rings]

Good morning, sir. I wonder if
you could help me.

A friend of mine came in here
a few moments ago.

A lady with a wicker basket.

She was sending a message
to a mutual friend

who we're to
dine with this evening.

But I believe gave
the wrong information

of the restaurant
where we are to meet.

I wonder if I might look at
that message in order to check.

"Messages treated
with strictest confidence."

I do understand, of course,
but she's a dear friend

and is on occasion
somewhat scatter-brained.

You know how us ladies can be?

Perhaps there's someone else
I could speak to? Your superior?

I'm in charge today.

I'm a private detective
working a case

and will pay you handsomely to
look the other way.

You're a what?

[Doorbell rings]

William.

What are you doing here?

I'm looking into the Henderson case
again and my inquiries brought me here.

Scotland yard is now
interested in this case?

Stirling has requested
that all open cases

be resolved by the end of the month.

Some inventory from
the home office.

So we should pool the information we have
in order to bring the matter to a close.

Very well. What information
do you have?

Well, there's a photographer
by the name of Henderson

and he's been
receiving photographs.

[Laughs] You don't actually have
any information, do you?

I've just looked at the file
and haven't got up to speed.

- Did you follow me here?
- Do you want my help or not?

Why would I want you help?

Because you have an irritated look
on your face.

One you usually reserve for me.

[Shouting] You will bring me
that message now!

Or I will break every bone in your body then
arrest you for assaulting a police officer.

Are you uh..

Are you crying?

[Sniffles]

Just go and fetch it.
No harm will come to you.

Yes, inspector.

[Eliza clears throat]

What?

- He's little more than a child.
- You told me to frighten him.

I'm so sorry, sir.
I can't find the contents

of the message.
It's already been sent.

But I know who it went to
and I'll gladly be of service.

I'm not going to hit you.

Do you know this person?

Did you change or manipulate
these images?

No. Of course not.
I wouldn't even know how.

Perhaps you stole the negatives
before they were destroyed?

Perhaps you had them copied
by someone who did know how.

I don't understand.

Why are you asking me this?

- What do you want?
- I thought you were psychic.

This is just one file from many
that I found upstairs.

"Name of deceased, date and cause
of death, family members."

She has records
on hundreds of people.

It looks like there are funeral
homes, death photographers,

and several mortuaries
that give her tip-offs.

Well... this one's
from a Ruth Mc car thy.

The photographer's maid.

It's a list of Henderson's recent clients
with information about the deceased.

Some from Henderson's appointment book.
Some just overheard conversation.

I can explain.

Please do.

"May third, mr. Henderson takes dinner
with German undertaker, herrhildegard.

- Herrh. Talks for some considerable time."
- Sounds like him.

"Herrh. Mentions
female detective.

And tells stories
of her father."

[Chuckles] You had a pet frog?

Look... I admit it.
I do collect information.

But I did not send
those postcards.

Why'd I want to punish
my own daughter?

You don't want her to be with
a man you feel is unsuitable.

He's twenty years unsuitable.

And I did encourage Amelia's
belief that those photographs

were from Catherine's ghost.

I hoped it might part them.

But that's all.

Well, if you didn't send
the photographs, who did?

I don't know... I swear.

She was most convincing.

Well, she lies for a living.

Let's see what she says
after a night in the cell.

Bring in the maid and a few others on
the list. See what they have to say.

In the meantime, I'll update the
Hendersons on these latest developments.

William...

Do you believe in ghosts?

[Guffaws] Of course not.

No, nor do I.

Sometimes...

I feel my father's presence.

And on occasion
I even speak with him.

Do you now think me
quite peculiar?

Eliza, I've always thought you
quite peculiar.

- Duke. A message from the yard.
- Yeah.

- That journalist wants to see you.
- [Groans]

He wants to get a sketch
of this spiritualist.

See if he can get it in the early
edition

- or something.
- [Clears throat]

[Frank] Oh!

I'll be there shortly.

- Journalist?
- [Groans]

It's publicity for the division.
It's all very standard.

Now would you like me
to call you a carriage?

What?

He's just writing about various
cases I've been working on.

Including this one
by the sounds of it.

Well, the Henderson case
has peaked his interest.

You know what journalists
are like. They love sensation.

Were you going
to tell him about me?

Yes.

It's a complex situation, Eliza.

Seems fairly simple to me,
William.

Once again you wish to take
all the credit for yourself.

I'm attempting to improve my position
but there are obstacles in my path.

There's a cabal
of ex-army officers above me.

Oh... you're facing prejudice
in your chosen career?

What must that be like?

[Sighs]

[Amelia]Why can you not see?

Why will you not listen to me?

I'm sorry to disturb you.

I wanted to let you know that Scotland
yard have arrested Edith Evans

on suspicion of sending
the photographs.

- When was this?
- A few hours ago.

She's been held in custody
along with your maid.

But it cannot be her.

You'll have to take that up
with the police I'm afraid..

It seems they've once again
taken an interest in your case.

That's not what I meant.
Just before you arrived

we found this on the doorstep.

- When exactly?
- Not ten minutes ago.

I'm leaving. I have a cousin in southwark.
She'll put me up for a while.

Can we at least talk first?

I cannot be wed to a man who
does not believe or trust me.

Do you know what he said?

He wondered if I was behind this

because for some reason
I didn't want to marry him.

Now I see where his suspicion
has come from.

It's my job to consider
all possibilities.

I wish to be married.

To have children.
To lead a normal life.

If you do not,
that is your concern.

But do not try
to twist the minds of others.

[Sighs]

Mr. Henderson?

[Girl] Place him there,
gentlemen. And we shall begin.

Prop him up
and I shall take the photograph.

His skin is pale.

Some more Rouge, I think.

Do you want to play?

Perhaps later.

Where are the photographs,
Violet?

Where do you keep them?

She told me not to say.

Who?

Mother.

Catherine knew about
you and Amelia.

Before she died she planned
one last act of revenge.

She told Violet about a game
she wanted to play.

A game that would take place as soon
as papa and Amelia would be wed.

She made the poor girl
deliver these letters

to you without knowing
what was in them.

Where is she now?

[Footsteps approach]

Please, don't be angry
with her, James.

[Tender music playing]

My sweet girl.

It's alright.

...to which he said
"it's a complex situation."

To which I replied "it seems
fairly simple to me, William.

You wish to take all the credit
for yourself."

Quite. I bumped into
herrhildegard today.

I met his niece.
A rather dull sort of girl.

And even if William and I
were not friends,

he still gave his word.
It's still a betrayal.

- Rupert!
- [Starts]

- Are you listening to me?
- I'm sorry...

A short attention span is the
course of being an only child.

Blame it on my mother
for doting on me so.

How is Mrs. Parker?

Well... she is again
urging me to be wed.

To continue
the Parker family name.

If only I could find a wife

who would compliment the more
complex aspects of my life.

- [Groans]
- Eliza...

Both of our lives are...

Unconventional. Perhaps we might
come to some arrangement?

Rupert, there's no doubt in my mind that
we'd make each other extremely unhappy.

Really? See, I'm not asking you to
partake in any kind of intimacy.

I can assure you I can think
of nothing worse. [Guffaws]

- [Eliza laughs]
- What?

- [Chuckles] Stop it!
- [Eliza continues laughing]

[Knock on door]

Come!

Sorry to bother you, sir.

I wonder if... [clears throat]

- Continue.
- It's about that article, sir.

The one for
the illustrated police news.

No problems, I trust.

No, sir. Quite the opposite.

They're going to press tonight and the
serialization will begin in the morning.

I have also told them
to include mention of you.

And the wider efficiency
of the department.

Well, that's very good of you.

There's really no need.
I look forward to reading it.

Well done, Wellington.
Excellent work.

- Was there something else?
- Yes, sir.

You mentioned that
you would make a decision

about my promotion
to chief inspector.

Ah.

Did we not speak about that earlier?

No sir, if we had
I would've remembered.

I'm afraid I gave
the job to Hudson.

Better luck next time. Aye?

Chin up and all that.

With all due respect, sir, Hudson has only
been with the division for three months.

He's been in the army
for five years.

The queen's own hussars,
no less.

- Well, it's hard...
- and his father and I

were in the crime a together.

You've never seen anyone
so calm under fire.

His whole family have ice
in their veins.

You should meet the mother...
Terrifying woman.

Good day, Fraulein Scarlet.

Herr Hildegard.
Fraulein Hildegard.

Where are you off to
this fine morning?

Your friend is taking us
for a stroll in the park.

My friend?

He came by last night
and introduced himself

he's so charming, and amusing.

And handsome to.

Ah. Here he is!

Good morning, Mr. Parker.

Good morning, Herr Hildegard.

Miss Scarlet.

Mr. Parker.

What a delightful surprise.

Guten Morgen, Fraulein.

[Footsteps approach]

Apologies. I thought
you were out.

How did you get in here?

Henry was always losing his keys

so he gave me a spare.

In fact this is his second spare.
He lost the first.

What do you want?

I left you a note.

And a present of sorts.

I owe you an apology...
I didn't want to have an argument.

Also some things
are better written down.

You've a tendency
to infuriate me in person.

It makes me lose
my train of thought.

And this is your apology?

[Guffaws] No.

This is.

"Death and the maiden.

Female detective cracks case
of ghostly terror."

I got there just as the press
was about to roll.

I don't know what to say.

I can't vouch for
the quality of the writing,

but your part in solving
the case is mentioned in full.

As is the address
of your premises.

Thank you.

- [Eliza clears throat]
- Well...

I should go.

Shall I leave your spare key?

No... keep it.

Just in case.

[Gentle music playing]

[Chuckles]

[Smash]

[Ominous music playing]

[Suspenseful music playing]