06x03 - The Delivery

[bunniefuu]

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We can discuss the Lewis case.

[exhales]

Let's not discuss work
in our personal time.

I cannot cross Inspector Blake.

But why?

Because I can't.

Eliza, what has changed?

Everything!

ELIZA:
Clarence knows about us.

He guessed.

It's only a matter of time
before everyone finds out.

This relationship
with Inspector Blake

is a long time coming.

I just don't want everything
I've worked for

to be for nothing.

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[thunder claps]

[whimpers]

[click]

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[pounds ceiling]

Thank you.

Hup!

[keys jangling]

[lock turns]

[horse neighs]

[lock turns]

[exhales]

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Miss Eliza Scarlet.

Mr. Moses Valentine.

It's just Moses.

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Given it up.

What brings you back from Paris?

I've been in town a few days.

An unexpected job came up.

I did come to see you
when I first arrived,

but you weren't here.

I was at the seaside
visiting a relative.

I know.

I spoke to Ivy.

Or should I say Mrs. Potts?

You see what happens
when you go away.

I had dinner with them.

They seem happy enough.

Although that man
does not draw breath!

Barnabus does like to chat.

[exhales softly]

From your unexpected job?

Things have become difficult.

That's why you're here.

I take it
it's no coincidence, then,

that I come home and you turn up
a few minutes later.

I need your help.

I'm listening.

The inspector at Scotland Yard.

Blake, is it?

[inhales]

You trust him?

Why do you ask?

I've not had the best
experience with the police,

but there are things
I need to share with him.

Well, let's start with me
first... what's going on?

There's no time...
he'll be here any minute.

What do you mean?

I'm in trouble, Eliza.

I need him to vouch for me.

Do you trust him? Yes or no?

[exhales]
[knock at door]

Alexander. BLAKE: Good evening.

I was working late
when I got your telegram.

Is everything all right?
[door closes]

I didn't send you a telegram.

What?
I did.

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MOSES:
I moved to Paris a while back

to work for a private detective
by the name of Patrick Nash.

Do you know him?

Only by reputation.

A somewhat checkered one,
as I understand it.

I helped him set things up
in Paris,

but the deal was, I'd go out on
my own after a couple of years

and set up my own agency.

And that's what I did.

It's a big city,
there was room for both of us.

It's a big city,
there was room for both of us.

I take it you know
what happened to Patrick

when he returned to London.

I do.

Last I heard,
he was released from prison

and had a one-way ticket
out of London Docks.

I don't know
where he was headed.

Yes, you do.

You can trust Inspector Blake.

[breathes deeply]

He was meant
to sail to Australia,

but he changed his mind
on the way.

He stopped off in Madagascar
for a while,

then Hong Kong, then Singapore,
where he was running a casino.

[chuckles]:
Of course he was.

He'd send me postcards.

He'd never say who they were
from, but I knew it was him.

Things went quiet
for a while until a week ago.

He wrote to me again, said
he had a job for me in London.

[inhales]

And there was someone
he wanted me to meet.

[lock turns]

[grunts]

Venezuela!

Interesting.

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[footsteps approaching slowly]

Morning.

Mr. Nash said
to expect a visitor.

That'll be me.

Would you kindly confirm
your name?

You know who I am.

I know who I'm expecting, but
given that we have never met,

you could be anybody...
name, please.

Moses.

Can you prove it?

Can I what?

Due to the nature of the task
we have been asked to perform,

I am duty-bound
to check your identity.

[sighs]

He said you'd be like this.

"If Clarence starts
being irritating..."

"If Clarence starts
being irritating..."

"...tell him you know
where he hid the McKenna file."

Where did I hide
the McKenna file?

[chair creaks]



I can't believe
he told you that.

[sighs]

Very well.

[breathes deeply]

Would you like me
to prove my identity?

Just tell me the job!

Fine.

As you may be aware,

um, Mr. Nash
has been traveling

the globe in search
of business opportunities.

His travels have taken him
far and wide,

and he now finds himself
in Venezuela,

where he is running
a diamond mine.

A diamond mine?

At first, it seemed that
it would be a waste of time.

The only thing they dug up
was rock and clay.

But after much
backbreaking work,

they found a huge uncut stone

estimated to be nearly


A 100-carat diamond?

And he's bringing it to London?

Mr. Nash decided it would not
be in his best interests

to come in person.

You may be aware of
the unfortunate circumstances

involving a Lord Campbell
and a certain Dylan Cooper.

One wants to put him in jail,
the other wants to k*ll him.

Precisely, hm.

So, the diamond is being
brought over by a third party.

And who might that be?

I'll tell you on the way.

Come along.

Apparently, Mr. Nash

has a business partner who
owns the other half of the mine.

This partner is currently
on a ship

that docks in London
this very day.

With the stone?
With the stone.

[lock turns]

We are to go

to the diamond merchants
of Hatton Garden tomorrow

and sell it
to the highest bidder.

I am to arrange
the financial side of the deal

and you are to provide security.

And as such,
I will need you to present me

with a detailed overview
of your plan.

Who put you in charge?

Mr. Nash.

Show me what he said.

Yeah, well, he, he didn't
actually say it,

but he implied it.

[scoffs] All right,
fine, well, I assumed it.

If that diamond is 100 carats,

there's going to be
a lot of interest,

and not just
from legitimate buyers.

It's going to be dangerous.

Very dangerous.

Which is why we need a detailed
plan and one person in charge.

And that should be you.

Well, I'm no stranger
to this kind of thing.

[scoffs]
You're an accountant!

My role has expanded
in the past few years,

not just with Mr. Nash,
but with Miss Scarlet, too.

I now offer
a broad range of services.

Oh, really?
Yes, really.

[breathes deeply] These days, I know
the streets as well as the balance sheets.

[carriage approaches]

Hello!

Hello!

Excuse me... hello! Hello!

All right, fine.

[whistles loudly]

[horses neigh]

Where we headed?

[horse nickers]

[door opens]

[people talking in background]

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[door opens]

What's that for?
[door closes]

It's for Mr. Nash's business
partner, so he can find us.

You don't know
what he looks like?

There was no description
in the letter

in case it was intercepted.

Mr. Nash asked me to wear
this handkerchief in my pocket

so that I could be identified.

I just wish he'd chosen
a more salubrious venue.

It's a good place to meet.

People here mind their
own business. Well, this pub

has a notorious reputation.

Not a problem
for a man who knows

the streets
and the balance sheets.

Are you mocking me?

Yes.

Never mind.

[chuckles]

[softly]: How much do you
think it's worth, this diamond?

Well, it depends on
the color and the clarity,

but my guess
is several tens of thousands.

This business partner of Nash,

he's bringing it over
on his own?

That's three weeks sailing
if he's on a steamship,

stopping off in different ports
along the way.

That's a lot of trust.

Mr. Nash knows
what he's doing.

Picks his partners with care.

He wouldn't go into business
with someone

unless he was sure of exactly
what they were capable of.

[door opens]

FLORENCE [loudly]:
Mr. Pettigrew? Mr. Valentine?

[conversations stop]

[door closes]
Mr. Valentine.

Is there a Mr. Pettigrew
or a Mr. Valentine in...

Oh, there you are!
Oh, thank goodness!

Oh, excuse me.

Thank you.
[chuckles]

[quietly]:
Sit down!

[softly]:
Sit down.

I'm so glad I found you.

Whew! My heart is banging away.

I wasn't sure
whether you'd be in here.

Are you Patrick's
business partner?

Guilty as charged.

Florence Dodds...
pleased to meet you.

[whispers]: Well, you didn't
have to shout out our names.

You could've
just looked for this.

[softly, gasps]:
Oh, I completely forgot!

Sorry.

My nerves are shot to bits.

[loudly]: Three weeks on board
boat with a 100-carat diamond!

[laughs] [softly]:
Keep your voice down!

FLORENCE:
I'm sorry.

Sorry, yes.

Patrick's always
telling me that.

I just keep forgetting...
I've a memory like a sieve.

[stammering]

Just in case this is
some horrible coincidence,

we are talking
about Patrick Nash?

Not some other man

called Patrick?

Oh, no, yes...
of course Patrick Nash!

We've been in business together
since Arthur died.

Arthur?

My late husband.

He owned this diamond mine.

Hm.

Hm.

Passed away last June.

That's why I'm dressed
like this.

I'm still in mourning.

But Patrick,
Patrick's been so kind.

Mm. He's offered to
help me run the mine

and take care of everything.
Yes, I can imagine.

[people talking in background]

Is it in the bag?
Hm?

[loudly]:
Don't be so daft!

As if I'd come
into a pub like this

with an uncut diamond
in my bag! [both grunt]

[Florence laughing]

[softly]:
Yeah, we're just...

[laughing softly]

[softly]:
Where is it?

It's in my hand luggage.

And where is your hand luggage?

Outside, in the cab.

No, no, no, no, it's okay!

I've, I've asked the driver

to keep an eye on it!
It's all right, just...

Sorry! Ooh!

[laughs]

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[exhales]

Tell me it's still there.

[exhales]

It is. FLORENCE: It's all right.

They're with me.

Thank you for waiting.

Here we go... see?

No harm done.

[softly]: You need to be
more discreet, Mrs. Dodds.

[loudly]:
Florence, please.

So, what's the plan?

Shh! [quietly]:
I'm sorry... sorry.

What's the plan?

You're to stay
with Mr. Pettigrew tonight.

Then, in the morning,

we'll look for a buyer.
Ooh.

Mm, staying at your place?

Hope you're going
to be on your best behavior.

[pounds cab, sighs]
[laughs shrilly]: He just...

I assure you, madam,
you will be quite safe.

[chuckles]

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Ooh!

What a lovely place, Clarence!
[Clarence chuckles]

Can I call you Clarence?
If you must.

Um, you can stay in
the spare room at the back.

Look at all
these beautiful things.

What's this?
[exhales]

Oh, uh, that is an arithmometer.

It's a mechanical
calculating device.

That's an original.
[chuckles]

Made by Thomas de Colmar.

Very nice.

Yes, please don't touch it!

FLORENCE [gasps]:
Sorry.

Sorry.
[laughs]

Oh, you remind me
of my late husband.

He liked everything arranged
just so.

[chuckles]

Till his eyesight started to go,
poor old soul.

Still, he had a good innings.



[chuckles]

Right!
In the back, you say?

Yes, yes.

Yes, yes.

She's a liability.

She's not the most discreet
courier I've ever met.

I suspect she and Mr. Nash
may have more

than just
a business arrangement.

Oh, you think so?
Hm.

I'll take the diamond
somewhere else tonight.

Just to be on the safe side.

Well, the jewelers open
at 9:00 at Hatton Garden,

so best be here by 8:00.

I'll be here by 7:00.

[Florence humming]

[sighs]

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[inhales]

[exhales]

[sighs]

[exhales]

[clock chimes]

[Moses snoring softly]

[rustling in background]

[clock pendulum swinging]

[rustling gets louder]

[rustling continues]

[glass shatters]

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[rattling doorknob]

Hey!

Hey!

[glass breaks, Moses yelps]

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What are you doing?!

I said, what are...
[man whistles loudly]

Who are you?!

[exhales, hisses in breath]

Damn it!

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Hey!

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Damn it!

There's a hole
in my office wall?

They came through the empty
building on the other side.

I ran round, but by the time
I'd got there, they'd gone.

I spent all night
looking for them, but no luck.

BLAKE: Is that why
you've called me here?

To report the theft
of the diamond?

[scoffs]: There's a
lot more to it than that.

[people talking in background]

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Clarence?
[Clarence moans]

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[sighs]

They ransacked the place.

I tried to tell them
the diamond wasn't here.

I think they believed me
eventually.

What time was this?
Uh, just after midnight?

So, they come here first,
then found me.

You tell them where I was?

Absolutely not.

I didn't say a thing.

I was too terrified
to utter a word.

[breathes deeply]

They must've been following us.

Did you see anyone follow you
when you got off the boat?

I am not an idiot.

I talked to no one.

Apart from Cornelius,
but he wouldn't hurt a fly.

Cornelius?
Cornelius?

Another passenger.

We got talking one day
on the promenade deck.

Three weeks is a long time!
I was bored out of my mind!

What did you talk about?

Him, mostly...
he was a lovely man.

Him, mostly...
he was a lovely man.

From Amsterdam.

Oh.

The men who tied us up
had accents.

I could have sworn
they were Dutch.

♪♪

When did you last speak
to this Cornelius?

We said goodbye when the boat
docked in London.

His brother was waiting for him.

Oh, he was a funny fella,
tall, with an eye patch.

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That's the man I saw.

[exhales]

The man who no doubt
now has our diamond.

[breathing deeply]

♪♪

It is not my fault!

Yes, it is!
Yes, it is!

I'm getting dressed.

[exhales]

[breathes deeply]

A one-eyed Dutchman shouldn't
be too hard to find.

The diamond is uncut,

so the thieves will most likely
seek an expert

to help them value it.

Someone who bridges the gap
between the legitimate

and the less legitimate sides
of the jewelry business.

And I know just the man.

As do I.

Um, with respect, you have been
out of London for some time.

I still know people
in the diamond trade.

Oh, such as?

Anton Lyko.

In prison.

Harry Stein.

In America.
George Kane!

In prison in America.

[sighs]

Have you seen my veil?

That dress draws
too much attention!

You'll have to wear
something else.

I'm supposed to be in mourning.

Well, surely you have something

a little less conspicuous
to wear.

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CLARENCE: And you're sure that's
the most inconspicuous dress you have?

How many times? Yes!

Where are we going?

To see my friend
Mr. Czako.

He'll be able to help us.

I still don't understand why
we just don't go to the police.

Well, surely you went
through this with Mr. Nash.

If we declare the import
of a valuable item,

such as a diamond,
that valuable item will be

liable to
custom and excise duty.

We tell the police,
we get less money.

Why didn't he just say that?

[sighs]

[laughs]: Don't think
Mr. Valentine likes you.

It's just Moses.

Oh.

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No, I've heard nothing.

If you'd just let me explain a
little more, Mr. Czako...

I'm busy...
I have customers.

It's an uncut diamond
from Venezuela.

LADY JENKINS [chuckles]:
It does.

[Florence laughs]
Is she with you?

Mm, no, no, no, no,
that won't do at all.

Makes your neck look fat.
[gasps]

I'm afraid so, yes.

Um, we believe it to be

in the region of 100 carats.

She's upsetting my customers.

FLORENCE:
Why don't you try something

that doesn't make your skin
look so blotchy?

LADY JENKINS: Excuse me?! Madam?

If you're not buying anything,
then please leave.

If you're not buying anything,
then please leave.

LORD JENKINS: Yes, I
think that would be the best...

FLORENCE: You remind
me of my grandmother.

She had the same problem
with her leg.

Why's he staring at me?

[chuckling]:
He does that sometimes.

Um, if I could leave you
my calling card,

then perhaps you could
contact me

if you hear anything?

I want all three of you
out of my shop, now.

♪♪

[door opens]

He knows something.

If he knew something,
he would have told me.

He's lying...
I can see it in his eyes.

So, what do we do now?

♪♪

Leave this with me.

I'll see you at the office.

Hm...

[coin clatters]

You hungry?

It's perfect, Lady Jenkins.

Mm.

It brings out the color
in your eyes.

And might I also suggest...

Mm...

Oh!
No... no.

Come on in, gentlemen!
No, no, no, no!

They can't be in here!

MOSES:
It's cold outside.

They've come in here to eat.

They might be some time...
there's a lot to get through.

[stammers]: Lady Jenkins...
Lady Jenkins, please!

Go, go after them!
Yes!

Tell them to leave!

Now!

I could ask them, I suppose.

If you tell me
about that diamond.

I told you,
I haven't heard of it.

Then I'll bring them back here
every day for breakfast...

...lunch, and dinner.

They got plenty of friends, too.

[exhales]

All right, fine.

I did hear something.

♪♪

Half the jewelers in London
know about that stone.

They're all
on the lookout for it.

Our friend Mr. Czako didn't
know where it was or who has it.

But he told me one thing.

And it's troubling.

What?

He's known about it for weeks.

Weeks?

I only got off the boat
yesterday.

He said he first heard
about the diamond

coming to London on March 27.

His mother's birthday...
that's how he remembered.

That's the day
I got on board the ship.

And there are telegraph wires

all across the Caribbean
and the Atlantic.

A message could've been
sent to London in seconds.

♪♪

Who else knew you were
coming to London,

apart from Nash?

Apart from Nash?

For the last time, no one!

Look, I don't know
what's going on, either.

I wish I'd never got involved
in any of this!

[gasping]:
Oh, I need some air.

[exhales]

♪♪

Do you trust her?

No.

[breathes deeply]

We spent the rest
of the day going round

every jeweler
and diamond trader in London.

They'd all heard of it,
but none of them had seen it.

ELIZA:
Moses,

your hand.

It's nothing.

Let me see.

[exhales]

[Moses exhales,
Eliza inhales sharply]

[breathes deeply]

It needs cleaning
and a fresh bandage.

It's nothing.

If you bleed on that rug,
you'll have Ivy to deal with.

[exhales]
Or worse, Barnabus Potts.

Very well.

If he moans about me,
arrest him.

[exhales]

Is this where you order me
to leave

and tell me she doesn't need

this kind of trouble?

Why would I do that?
[sniffs]

Just a guess,

based on past experience.

Mm, from what I hear,
you've helped her out

a number of times
over the years.

She talks of you often.

Good things, I hope.

Mostly.

[chuckles]

[inhales]

How is she?

Well, I believe
business is going well.

She has many cases,
not just from Scotland Yard.

I meant

is she happy?

I'm not the best person to ask.

Yes, you are.

♪♪

I have eyes.

But I'm a man who keeps
his observations to himself.

Thank you.

Yes, she's happy.

At least I hope she is.

[chuckles]

[footsteps approaching]

Here we are.

Not only bandages,
but a tincture of iodine.

One of the benefits of living
with Barnabus Potts:

the medicine cupboard
is always well-stocked.

Carry on.

[inhales]

We spent all day asking around
about the diamond,

but we didn't learn
anything new.

So we went back
to Clarence's lodgings.

That's when things went from bad
to really bad.

That's when things went from bad
to really bad.

I'm going to lie down.

I'll make us some food.

You can cook?

I used to work in the kitchen
in prison. [door closes]

It was either that
or hard labor.

[gasps]

♪♪

Oh, my God! MOSES: What is it?

Well, surely Mr. Nash told you

I spent time in prison.

Cornelius.

The man you met on the ship?

[whispers]:
He's got something in his hand.

There's a, there's a dead body.

He's in my lodging... oh,
this is bad, this is very bad.

♪♪

Well, why would they k*ll him
and leave the diamond?

'Cause they're trying
to frame us.

[object slams outside]

[people running]

[talking in background]

[exhales]

Is there a back entrance
to the building?

Yes, why?
We need to go.

Now!
[gasps]

[dog barking]

[people talking in background]

♪♪

FLORENCE:
Hm.

This place will do for tonight.

I know the landlord.

[door closes]
He'll keep his mouth shut.

CLARENCE: So would
I, if I owned this place.

There were rats on the stairs.

I don't know what's worse,
the fact that I'm now a fugitive

or that I'm about
to sleep the night in a room

infested with
my worst nightmare.

[breathing deeply]

♪♪

[diamond set on dresser]

What is going on?

And do not insult us
by saying you don't know.

♪♪

I'm no widow.

Patrick Nash and I met
at the horse races in Singapore.

We hit it off immediately.

We're both very good at parting
rich people from their money.

You're a confidence
trickster. [sighs]

I'm a businesswoman.

Patrick and I teamed up together
and we traveled the world.

We ended up in Venezuela,

where he won the diamond mine
in a game of cards.

Well, the owner,

he couldn't wait
to get it off his hands.

He hadn't found anything
in years.

I thought
it was a waste of time,

but Patrick, he stuck at it.

And six months later,
we dug up a 100-carat diamond.

The luck of the Irish.

Well, the plan was to get on the
next boat to London and sell it,

but word started to spread.

Whole area
full of diamond-hunters,

including a g*ng from Amsterdam.

[exhales]

The men who robbed us?

The men who robbed us?

We knew someone would tell them,
so we hatched a plan.

Two diamonds.

One real and one fake.

This is the fake.

[scoffing]

A skilled dealer could
tell the difference,

but only
under close examination.

To the naked eye,
it looks completely real.

So, after they robbed us,

the g*ng must have spotted
it was a fake

and k*lled this Cornelius
as a punishment.

♪♪

On the boat over,
I let Cornelius see

this fake one in my bag...

accidentally-on-purpose
type thing.

I needed to look stupid enough
to do something

like that,
so hence the merry widow act.

♪♪

When the boat docked in London,
he pointed me out

to his mate with the eye patch,

and I knew they would rob me
at some point.

So, where is the real diamond?

I gave it to Edmund.

Who's Edmund?!

FLORENCE:
He was posing as the cab driver.

He met me off the boat.

It's all right.
They're with me.

FLORENCE: I kept the fake
diamond in my hand luggage

and slipped the real one
into Edmund's hand.

See? No harm done.

The plan was for Edmund
to lay low for a few days

until the coast was clear.

We thought by the time the Dutch
g*ng had got back to Amsterdam,

realized it was a fake,
well, we'd be long gone.

So, why didn't you tell us
what your plan was

from the beginning?

Patrick thought
the fewer who knew, the better.

[inhales] So, if this Edmund
has the real diamond,

where is he now?

He was meant to send me
a telegram

of where and when to meet,
but I haven't heard from him.

And you've no idea
how to contact him?

Not a clue.

[inhales] This Edmund
wasn't really a cab driver.

Florence knew
he rented a horse and carriage,

so we went round every cab rank
near the docks.

After a couple of hours,

we found a cabbie who shared
some information with us.

After some financial persuasion
from Clarence.

Some hefty financial persuasion.

I bet Clarence wasn't happy
about that.

No, he was not.

So, what did this cab driver
tell you?

That he loaned his ride to a man

matching the description
of Edmund.

He said, when Edmund returned
the carriage,

he asked the cab driver
to drop him at a pub

called the Fisherman's Friend.

A pub with lodging rooms
above it.

[door opens]
[people talking in background]

[door closes]
Well?

The landlord said he left
early this morning.

Something must have happened.

Edmund would only divert
from the plan

if he was being followed.
Or he double-crossed you.

I have an idea. Edmund
would never double-cross me.

For this kind of money,
anyone would.

So, my idea...
You don't know

what you're talking about,
Mr. Valentine. I know enough.

He's my father.

He's my father.

♪♪

Didn't know that, did you?

Does anyone want to hear my idea

or not? What? What?

You said he meant to send you
a telegram.

You two head back...
I'll investigate.

[door opens, bell rings]

[door closes]

[people talking in background]

♪♪

[people talking in background]

Sorry.

[sighs]

If I'd been straight with you
from the beginning,

we could have come up
with a contingency plan.

Yes, we could.

Patrick said I could trust you.

But I hadn't met you,

so I couldn't be sure...
you would've done

exactly the same.

[inhales]

Patrick Nash
doesn't trust anyone.

[exhales]
[chuckles]

Not even his sons, hm?

[both chuckle]

But he trusts you and Clarence.

And her.

Her?

Eliza Scarlet.

[clears throat]

What's she like?
[chuckles]

He goes on about her so much,
about how clever she is.

[exhales]

Is she very beautiful?

She's just Eliza.

Nash and Eliza are good friends,
nothing more.

Thank you.

Moses.

[door opens]

[blows out]

[breathes deeply]

[softly]: Edmund sent
a telegram to the office.

It was signed for by a tall
gentleman with an eye patch.

Well, what did the message say?

Grenville Street Market, 5:00.

So we know where
to meet him. Mm.

Problem is, so do they.

♪♪

Grenville Street Market
is a stone's throw away

from Hatton Garden.

It's a busy area.

A good place to meet
and hand over the diamond.

My father's a clever man.

He's a dead man
if we don't get to him first.

Our Dutch friends
will be waiting for him, too.

We've five hours
before the meet.

Any suggestions
on how we get the diamond,

save Edmund's life, whilst
avoid being k*lled ourselves?

[sighs]

First things first.

We need to blend in.

And be less...
Conspicuous?

[sighs]

Clarence,

how much money
have you got left?

♪♪

[people talking in background,
chickens clucking]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[church bell striking hour]

[goat bleating]

[bell rings fifth time]

[bell stops]

♪♪

[diamond clinks]

Run.

♪♪

[yelps]

[grunts]

♪♪

♪♪

Ah-hah!
[yelps]

[grunts]

Help! Police! Help! Help!

[police whistles blowing]
Help! Police! Help!

Help!

♪♪

[both grunting]

Get off!
Get your hands off her!

[both grunt]

♪♪

[Moses grunts]
Ow!

Right!

Come here!

OFFICER:
Move out of the way!

[people yelling in background,
chickens clucking]

You have it?

♪♪

This all happened today?

[inhaling]

The Dutch g*ng were arrested
and taken to Bow Street.

Where's Clarence?

Where's Clarence?

At a boarding house
with Florence and her father.

He can't go home.

There is the small matter
of a dead body

that was found in his lodgings.

Which is why you sent for me.

[sniffs]

I need you to vouch for him.

And for me.

And what of the diamond?

You sold it?

♪♪

FLORENCE:
A satin parasol from Paris

and a fan made from finest lace.

Ooh, and perhaps one of those
little French poodles. [chuckles]

So sweet.

And definitely a new hat
and gloves... silk, of course.

And a carriage.

My own driver, obviously.

Oh, and a telephone for Patrick.

He knows all about them.

And you?
What will you spend your cut on?

This and that.

What does that mean?

It means what it means.

Patrick was right,
you're a man of few words.

Words get you into trouble.

[inhales]

Well?

How much?

I warn you, we will go elsewhere

if you insult us with anything
less than its market value.

It's a fake.

♪♪

It's a good job for Nash
that he's 3,000 miles away.

When I get ahold of him...

And Clarence
isn't happy, either.

He spent a fortune on bribes,

mourning dresses, and hiring
actresses to wear them.

[inhales]

Why would Nash give you
another fake diamond? [sniffs]

Maybe there never was a diamond.

Maybe someone swapped the real
one for a fake on the boat.

Either way,

it's been a waste of time!

Gosh.

I wish I had known
all about this,

especially what happened
with Clarence.

But of course,
I've been away at the seaside.

Southampton's very pretty
this time of year.

Full of visitors,
so I was lucky, really,

to find a small but clean hotel
with a sea view.

[inhales]
I took in the air,

walked the length of the pier,

and then went to the port

to watch the arrival
of a steamship.

It had just crossed the Atlantic
from Caracas in Venezuela.

♪♪

There are two ships that arrive

from that part of the world
each week.

One goes to London,
the other to Southampton.

One goes to London,
the other to Southampton.

Which is where I met
Patrick Nash.

[exhales] And, uh, that's
when he gave me this.

♪♪

A 100-carat diamond.

With legal documentation

and full provenance.

I'll be going
to Hatton Garden tomorrow

to sell it on behalf of Patrick
and his business partner.

They will take the lion's share,
but Clarence, myself,

and, of course, you, Moses,

will receive a large fee.

Patrick asked me to apologize
on his behalf

for the deception,
but he said you'd understand.

[chuckling]

Only when I see the money.

Well, I'd be most grateful
if you'd accompany me

to Hatton Garden tomorrow.

I'll have to check my diary.

♪♪

You are astonishing.

She is indeed.

Thank you.

I think.

[champagne cork pops]

To Patrick Nash.

OTHERS: Patrick
Nash! [chuckling]

Well, that'll have to be fixed.

Or we could buy the premises
next door and knock through.

Please, Eliza, let's not
make any rash decisions.

I've had enough excitement
to last me a lifetime.

I got a boat to catch.

I'll see you out.

Moses, it's been a pleasure
to work with you. [door opens]

Likewise, Clarence.

[chuckles]

FLORENCE:
Any message to Patrick

when I see him?

Oh, I have plenty to say
to Patrick Nash,

but for now,

just send him my regards.

♪♪

I wish you could stay
a while longer.

We've hardly had time to talk.

Not that you ever
tell me anything.

[sighs]

I'm going back to Paris
to be with my wife.

She's expecting a baby any day.

That's why I've given up
drinking.

You have a wife,
and a baby on the way?

Why have you not
told me this before?

You never asked.

[chuckles]

If you need me,

this is where to find me.

Careful with it.

There are people who would pay
good money for that information.

Right.

Miss Scarlet.
Mr. Valentine.

Eliza.

Eliza.

Inspector Blake.

Just in time
for a glass of champagne.

I can't stop for long.

The Dutch police
are on their way.

Apparently, the thieves
are wanted in connection

with a whole raft of
other crimes in Amsterdam,

as well as the m*rder
of their colleague here.

Well, even more reason
for a glass of champagne.

What?

I assume the elderly aunt
you were supposedly visiting

doesn't exist.

You assume correctly.

Don't you trust me?

Of course I do.

Then why lie?

Well, client confidentiality.

You of all people
should understand that.

That champagne is getting flat.

Come along.

♪♪

[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.

♪♪

♪♪

IVY:
Who's that from?

Someone rather surprising.

I want to hire you.

CLARENCE:
So I assume this case

is highly confidential
and no one must know.

If we're to be together,

you can't keep hiding things
from me.

Put your weapons down!

You're stepping on my toes!

Come on, we need to work
together on this, Charlie.

♪♪