♪ ♪ CLARA SIMMS: A lady detective.

What reason would you want to be such a thing?

I know of your little hobby, paying street boys for tip offs of crime scenes.

You might find your focus sharper, your workload lighter, if you toned down your drinking, gambling, and womanizing.

This is my line of work, not yours.

ELIZA: I decided to take on more staff-- a debt collector.

Mr. Moses, isn't it?

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ (clock ticking) (ticking, chiming) (clanging) (ticking, chiming) ♪ ♪ (ticking, chiming) (front door opens) (approaching footsteps) (door opens) ♪ ♪ (William sighs) Forgive me... lost track of time.

Ugh...

I have been working a, a most complex investigation.

Investigating how much whiskey you can drink in one night?

Do you speak like this to all your clients?

Only the ones who are two hours late.

(places clocks on table) Yes, hm.

I have not yet been to bed and, uh, my mind is not as it should be.

I have been discourteous and I apologize.

You are forgiven.

Now, what is this urgent business you wish to discuss with me?

(sighs heavily) Scotland Yard wishes to engage your services in an official capacity, fully paid, beginning this very day.

Mm!

I hoped it would be that.

The patronage of Scotland Yard will be good for business indeed.

Thank you, William.

Well, I believe you're the best man for the job.

(laughs) I imagine that you have heard that joke before.

No, no... not at all.

(clears throat) Now, what is it, uh, you wish me to do?

There are various political groups in London who seek to seek to cause disruption and civil disobedience.

I wish you to infiltrate one such group and report back to me on their activities.

Mmm... they're, uh... what was the name...

There is a, um...

I had, uh... (exhales) (grunts) (papers shuffling) Yes... here we are.

What, what crime have they committed?

There's talk that they are becoming increasingly radical.

But no actual crime?

Eliza, being hired by Scotland Yard is a chance for you to cement your reputation.

Do not pass this up.

(gun fires) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Have I missed something?

Hm?

Your wedding.

Oh, no it's, um... it's, uh, for a case I'm working.

It's a false identity.

My name is Mrs. Alice Morgan from Richmond.

My husband is a solicitor.

We have no children as yet, but, uh, two spaniels.

Or perhaps they should be Pekinese?

What does this say?

It says women should have the same rights as men and be allowed to vote.

Have we not got enough to worry about?

I'm happy to let the men deal with it.

Ivy, without the vote we have no voice in parliament.

No say in the laws of the land.

Society is unbalanced enough as it is.

For example, if you were born a boy, your parents may have taught you to read.

But if you support them, why are you spying on them?

Well, in truth, I'm conflicted.

I believe in their struggle.

Also in the rule of law.

I'm consoling myself that if they commit no crime then Scotland Yard will have no cause for action.

(laughs) Oh, yes, the police never lock up anyone who's innocent.

And I don't like cauliflower.

And you'll eat what I cook for you, young lady.

♪ ♪ (women chatting) ♪ ♪ Come in, we do not bite.

Oh, my apologies.

It's my first time, I'm a little nervous.

Flora Mountford.

I am treasurer of the committee.

Alice Morgan...

Uh, Mrs. My husband's a solicitor from Edinburgh.

We've been married for three years.

We have no children but two Yorkshire terriers.

Hm.

(chatting quietly) Ladies, your attention please-- thank you.

Would you please give a warm welcome to our chairwoman Margaret Fairfax.

(applause) Sisters... we are the privileged few who can take time in our day to attend meetings such as this.

But most women do not have that luxury.

Overworked, underpaid, and forced to endure factory conditions that would make the hardest among us weep.

For years, groups such as this have lobbied and petitioned the men in power, and what has changed?

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

And our meager number within this hall is further proof of that.

The time for talk is over.

The time for action is now.

(applause) On Friday an act comes before Parliament concerning the property rights of married women.

I do not know what they will decide.

But we cannot sit idly by and let a room full of men discuss our future.

We must go to the doors of parliament.

We must confront them and make our voices heard.

There are three carriages blocking the road.

I need them moved.

Constable, we are in a lane with barely any traffic.

I fail to see the problem.

I won't ask you again, madam.

Please move them.

No.

Have you nothing better to do with your time, Constable?

Like arresting criminals, for instance?

One more word of insolence and I will have no choice but to take you down to the station.

(women muttering) (sputters) Aren't you...

Uh, PC Honeychurch, isn't it?

You kindly returned my lost dog a few weeks ago.

Mrs. Morgan.

Might we speak outside?

Um...

I'm a private detective working for Inspector Wellington.

(laughs) You're a private detective?

Yes.

You?

Yes.

You're a private detective?!

Is this going to take much longer, because I have work to do.

Oh, what work is that exactly?

Inspector Wellington has put me on an undercover case.

(laughs) We've met before.

In his office, you clearly recognize me.

I thought you were one of Duke's tarts.

I beg your pardon?

Look, I don't know what you're playing at but I'm going back inside.

You're interfering with a police operation.

Mm... course I am.

Excuse me... Touching an officer of the law is an offense.

Mind you, I'm sure you've touched a few in your time.

(grunts) (women exclaim) HONEYCHURCH: Come along.

Unbelievable.

(horses whinnying, hammering in distance) Before you start yelling and thumping the desk, will you at least listen to what I have to say?

No.

Well, I'm going to say it anyway.

That constable of yours was vulgar and disrespectful.

(exhales) I asked you to go to a meeting and tell me what was said.

Which I did.

I did not ask you to assault an officer of the law and get yourself arrested again!

You need to reprimand PC Honeychurch.

So you wish me to be chivalrous when it suits but treat you as an equal when it does not?

Are you a woman or a detective?

Why should there be a distinction?

I would not ask you if you were a man or an inspector.

(laughs) That is completely different.

Enlighten me as to why?

Well, there is a level of self-control that is vital when doing this job.

Self-control?

You have rouge on your collar and you reek of whiskey.

You would do well to remember who you're talking to.

How can I forget, William?

You remind me so often.

♪ ♪ (horse hooves clomping) I've seen that look many times before.

As the look of having battled with a man or a spoilt child.

Are they not one and the same?

(chuckles) I presume they are charging you.

When is your case to be heard?

I was only given a caution.

No charges will be brought.

That is surprising, but most impressive.

What on earth did you say to them?

I really must be going, excuse me.

We have a committee meeting on Tuesday.

You must come along.

That's very kind of you, but I cannot return to your group.

You saw the other members.

Middle aged, set in their ways.

The movement needs fresh blood.

A new generation.

There are certain aspects of my life that are... complicated.

Is it your husband?

You're worried what he will say?

It's not that.

Well, there is always a man somewhere telling us what we can and cannot do.

I'm right about that, am I not?

A few years ago I wanted to go to university, but my father forbade it.

So I begged, borrowed, stole the fees and went anyway.

(both chuckle) I achieved a first class degree in chemistry.

Though of course with no official qualifications, since women are not allowed to graduate.

Things can change, Alice.

But only if we make them.

I'm not who you think I am.

No one is.

All that matters is that we are on the same side.

Tuesday evening.

You'll be most welcome.

♪ ♪ (bird twittering) (women chatting quietly) Good evening.

Mrs. Morgan, I was unaware you were invited.

Uh, Margaret asked me to attend.

Another thing she omitted to tell us.

Along with where she actually is.

You don't know, I take it?

No, no, I don't.

(exhales) Not again!

Margaret Fairfax... Is she here?

No, she is not.

May I know who's asking?

My name is Detective Inspector Wellington and... (sighing): For God's sake Eliza, what are you doing?

Eliza?

♪ ♪ He was found on her doorstep.

There were witnesses that saw her shoot him and then run off.

Who is he?

All I have at this point is one fact.

Margaret Fairfax is wanted for murder.

The question is, where the hell is she?

♪ ♪ (sighs) He has no identification at all?

No, no jewelry, nothing in his pockets?

Please do not ignore me, William.

You know how I hate it.

You were the last person to see Margaret, so what I'll need from you-- all I need from you-- is a detailed witness statement.

A statement that you assured me you would sit quietly and write.

From his clothes and general appearance, I would say he's a professional man.

His hands are certainly not those of a laborer.

You assured me you would sit in silence and write your statement.

There are stains on the cuffs of his shirt, some... (sniffs) Some form of chemical, I think.

Perhaps he was a pharmacist?

(sighs) This was a mistake.

I should never have brought you here.

I was shaken and upset by this violent crime.

I feel safer in your presence.

You were trying to shoehorn yourself into my investigation and it won't work.

Inspector... (sighs) I thought I made it clear that it was inappropriate for ladies, even those who purport to be private detectives, to be on these premises.

Oh, for goodness sake, I have been here before and lived to tell the tale.

This is no place for a lady.

Both of you, quiet, I'm trying to concentrate.

If she's to stay then you'll need to sign a consent form.

Get out!

This is not fitting.

Not fitting at all.

I meant you, too.

William, I have met Margaret Fairfax, you have not.

I know I can be of some help in this investigation.

Eliza... You hired me in an official capacity.

You must believe in my skills.

Why not put them to use?

I hired you because you're a woman and I could not go to that group myself.

And to be frank there was nothing official about it.

I assumed you needed the work.

What?

It was the act of a friend.

I was trying to help.

Oh well, in that case, you can forget about any help from me in the future.

Thank the Lord!

But you don't have the faintest idea who this man is or why he is dead, and yet you cast aside my help so easily.

There's no doubt in my mind that this was Margaret Fairfax's lover.

It was a crime of passion.

Course you would think that, that's the easiest option.

(laughs) Meaning what, exactly?

That you were happy to take the path of least resistance.

That you increasingly rest on your laurels.

That is why you resent my opinions, because they stir you from a self-imposed slumber.

(deep breath) Mr. Potts!

Yes?

(sighs) (horses trotting) (people chatting) (keys jangling) Good day, Fraulein Scarlet!

Herr Hildegard.

Do you have a few moments?

When you say a few...

I've just read this week's Illustrated Police News.

There is one particular case that has perplexed me so.

Forgive me, I'm rather busy at the moment.

But, uh, perhaps another time.

A parrot was found poisoned at a murder scene.

Why would that be?

I have not read the latest edition, but when I do we shall most definitely discuss it.

I do have one theory... As I said, Herr Hildegard, I'm rather busy, but, uh, how about we talk again on Wednesday?

It is Wednesday, Miss Scarlet.

Marvelous, see you then!

♪ ♪ Save your breath...

I know what you're going to say.

HENRY: What is that, exactly?

That I was rude to Herr Hildegard.

I'll apologize, he'll understand.

Yes, he will.

But William, on the other hand, may not.

You need him as an ally, Lizzy.

(sighs) Have I not shown myself capable?

Why must I continually have to prove myself to him?

Oh, why must you, a female detective, have to prove yourself-- that is your question?

It's not fair!

Spoken like a woman.

Do not be cross, it is you putting these words in my mouth.

When a man loses his temper he is seen as strong and forthright.

But a woman, no... she is seen as emotional.

Hysterical.

Incapable of rational thought.

Now give men reason, give them logic.

Give them cold, hard facts.

That will truly confuse them.

(laughs) ♪ ♪ MOSES: Off you go now, sir.

And watch your wallet on your way home.

These streets are full of thieves.

I believe the phrase is daylight robbery.

You going to report me?

If you don't help me.

That's blackmail.

That's business.

(chuckles) What you want?

I'm working a murder case for Scotland Yard and I need your help.

If you're working for Scotland Yard, why you don't ask them to help you?

Let's just say it's not that straightforward.

Never is with you, lady.

(horse trotting) (train horn blaring) (door opens) Jesus!

I do not come to anger you, William.

Merely to show you something.

For the past two years, Margaret has been pawning her possessions to make ends meet.

I spent the night searching her house, which was sparse, to say the least.

As did I.

So, um... so I, I tracked down the local pawn brokers.

In the middle of the night?

Well, with the help of an associate of mine, he knows where they drink.

Hmm...

I've been able to piece together a picture of her life from the possessions they bought from her.

Fairfax is not her real name.

She was born Margaret Davidson-Merritt.

Her parents are dead, but she has a brother.

Seems they had some sort of falling out.

I have his name, address, and the gentleman's club he belongs to, Brownlee.

He takes lunch there most days.

I know you would have got this information yourself.

Yes, I would.

Perhaps even today.

Almost certainly.

But...

I have it now.

And trust me when I say this is not some kind of one-upmanship.

I did this to show you how much I want your respect.

♪ ♪ Frank!

Yes, Duke?

Get a message to the Brownlee Club.

See if a... Terence Davidson-Merritt is there.

(door shuts) Terence Davidson-Merritt's a criminal barrister.

We'll have to have our wits about us when we speak to him.

Eliza, I don't want to go over old ground, but he's at a gentleman's club, you won't be allowed in.

Surely there are no doors closed when one is accompanied by the finest inspector at Scotland Yard?

What if I do as you say and force them to let you in?

There'll be so much commotion and objection that the place will fall into chaos.

The first rule of questioning is to maintain calm.

Now, I need Davidson-Merritt compliant and I cannot do that if there's a circus about the place.

You're right.

Can I have that in writing?

I'll call on you later to update you on my progress.

Oh and, uh... well done.

♪ ♪ (horse whinnying) (quiet chatter) (classical music playing) Mr. Davidson-Merritt.

Detective Inspector Wellington.

May I have a moment of your time, sir?

Well, that depends on the reason.

I wish to discuss your sister, Margaret.

Then the answer is no, good day.

It is, I'm afraid, most urgent.

I have not seen Margaret for years.

I know nothing of her whereabouts and I've no inclination to discuss anything remotely concerned with her... good day.

(sucks teeth) I told you...

I know what you told me, sir.

Now, let me tell you something.

We can either do this here, or if you would prefer I can call in the two uniformed police officers that I have asked to wait outside.

They will take you from this place, kicking and screaming if necessary, down to Scotland Yard, where we can discuss the matter there.

Brandy?

That would be most welcome.

Margaret brought shame on our family for years.

She gave too much time and too much money, our money, to that damn group.

The Suffrage Society?

It's not just suffrage she campaigned for.

She funded legal actions against this club.

Trying to get women to join.

Hundreds, if not thousands, of pounds wasted.

Drove my father into an early grave, I am sure.

That is when I cut off her allowance.

You know anything of her personal life?

Did she have a lover?

Huh, God knows.

Well, it is possible, I suppose, though she spent most of the time campaigning.

My sister is a fanatic.

When she was 17, she told my father she was on her way here, to the club.

She declared she would force her way in and make her fury known about the exclusion of women.

My father forbade it but she was utterly determined.

When he tried to stop her, she went for him.

Kicking, biting, scratching.

Took three of us to subdue her.

The woman is unhinged, capable of anything.

Even murder?

(horse whinnying, footsteps approaching) (cocks pistol hammer) Good afternoon, Mrs. Morgan.

A spy working for Scotland Yard.

I'm reluctantly impressed.

Inspector Wellington is on his way here right now.

No, he's not.

He's drinking brandy with my brother.

Then coming here straight after, we're working this case together.

Really?

That's why he sent you off like a good little girl?

Women are not allowed in the Brownlee Club.

You honestly believe a detective inspector couldn't gain you access if he wished?

That dead man outside your house... who was he?

Just another in a long line of men who've tried to beat me into submission.

Well, you cannot run forever.

You must give yourself up.

I intend to.

But not yet.

That is why I've come to you.

(uncocks hammer) (exhales) I truly commend what you have achieved.

But you must know you can only get so far.

You'll never get the respect you deserve until all women have a voice.

I will hang for killing that bully.

I accept that.

But let my arrest further the cause.

Let its news infiltrate every gentlemen's club where they sup their brandy and plan their laws to keep us in bondage.

(scoffs) The newspaper will lap up my story and no man in this country will have any choice but to read the words that I will cry out from Parliament Square.

You, you still mean to attend the protest?

Margaret, none of your group will go, not now.

But I will.

When the men of Westminster Palace vote the act down, I will be there.

And as they file out, heading to their clubs, brothels, and gambling dens, they will hear our rallying cry.

"Votes for women."

Come with me, Eliza.

Be part of history.

I cannot.

I'm sorry.

Then give me one last chance to make a difference before I am arrested.

Tell no one of my plan.

(horses trotting) WILLIAM: Well, there's certainly no love lost between Davidson-Merritt and Margaret, and the feeling is entirely mutual.

That's why she changed her name to Fairfax.

Eliza, am I boring you?

Sorry, what?

I'm only here because Davidson-Merritt was your lead.

I thought you'd be more grateful.

Grateful?

What's the matter with you this morning?

Nothing.

Which in your case always means something.

Just... go on.

What else did you find out?

That Margaret's aggression was evident from an early age.

Generations of men in her family belonged to the Brownlee Club and she railed against the fact that women weren't allowed in.

Her brother seems to think that she's unhinged.

Being a passionate advocate for women's rights does not make one unhinged.

We still have no identification on our dead man, but all the signs say it was a crime of passion.

I am certain that he was her lover.

Any clues as to whether the man was aggressive in nature?

What clues would we have?

We know nothing of him.

Eliza, is there something that you're not telling me?

No, of course not.

Good.

Then I need your help interviewing the ladies of the committee.

They'll be more open to a woman.

Uh, William, I'm not sure I wish to continue working on this case.

There are, there are complications.

(scoffs) Well, I cannot force you to continue.

Thank you.

But you will not get your fee.

What?

I hired you to do a job and you have not completed it.

I went to the meeting as requested.

Inspector Wellington, there's a messenger here for you.

Do your job, Eliza; question those women, and you'll get your fee.

There is a man at the kitchen door, but he's not a messenger.

Then why say he was?

Who is it?

IVY (voiceover): He wishes to see Miss Scarlet.

He's the kind of man this house has never seen the likes of before.

But I thought it better if he saw you instead.

I need to see Miss Scarlet.

What for?

She owe me money.

What for?

Some services I did for her.

Those being?

I'd like to speak to her directly.

She's busy.

Then I will come back when she is less busy.

No, you will not.

You are the inspector.

She has mentioned you.

Really?

Well, she's never mentioned you.

How much does she owe you?

This is what she owes you.

And this is to never contact her again.

I don't think she would like you deciding who she sees and who she does not.

I do not care what you think.

Being a female detective is struggle enough without someone like you ruining her reputation completely.

Someone like me?

Theft, extortion, fraud.

Your criminal record is impressively varied.

Well...

I am flattered that you have taken such an interest in me.

I would recommend that you leave, now.

And do not come back.

(coins jangling) ♪ ♪ (horses trotting) (train horn blares) FLORA: I wish it to be documented that myself and my ladies resent being pulled into this ghastly situation.

I understand, but if we could just get back to the question of Margaret's whereabouts.

I have not seen nor heard from Margaret.

But her behavior is quite unacceptable.

We believe in change through rule of law, not through anarchy or violence.

Of course.

Of course?

So you are in agreement?

Yet your conduct appears to the contrary, Mrs. Morgan.

Or is that Miss Scarlet?

It's all very confusing, and underhand.

Did Margaret, uh, ever mention any other property she might own?

No, she did not.

And did she ever mention... And even if she had, I would only inform a police officer.

A real police officer.

(sniffs) Do you know of any romantic relationship that Margaret might have been engaged in?

I refer you to my previous statement.

(sniffles loudly) Flora... Mrs. Mountford to you.

(sniffles loudly) Do you have a problem with your sinuses, PC Honeychurch?

If so, I could ask Inspector Wellington to investigate an alternative situation for you.

I hear the air in Cornwall is a great deal cleaner than this great city of ours.

And if I feel your responses are hindering this investigation, I will have no hesitation to request your detainment overnight in one of the cells.

You wish to dragoon me?

If I knew what that meant I might be able to answer.

I assume it's an old-fashioned term used for intimidate.

♪ ♪ No one knew where she might be.

But there was a disagreement between Margaret and Flora Mountford.

They clashed over which charity should benefit from the group's donations.

I've been making enquiries into missing persons, but as yet we still have nothing on our victim.

William, I've fulfilled my side of the bargain.

I'd like to be paid and taken off this case now.

Intelligent militants, dangerous combination indeed.

A militant?

I would argue pragmatist, 15 years those women have petitioned Parliament, and with no effect.

Eliza, do not be duped into thinking that this woman has anything but her own interests at heart.

She comes from a wealthy family.

That tells me that they didn't give her either enough attention or enough discipline.

How do you know that she was not at the mercy of constant discipline from the men in her life?

Because I've seen spoilt wealthy women a great deal in my job.

All of whom would have benefitted from a firmer hand from their father.

My father never raised his hand to me.

Hm, point proved I think.

Anyway, back to Margaret.

According to her brother, she was always somewhat erratic.

Apparently she was expelled from Chancery College.

The charities I mentioned that she and Flora clashed over.

One of them was the women's faculty of that same university.

Margaret insisted they give them money.

Why give money to a place that expelled you?

♪ ♪ PROFESSOR FLEMING: Yes, I remember Margaret.

More of a cautionary tale than a student.

How so?

Well, not wishing to offend present company, she proved a point that some of us believe about the fairer sex.

That their presence in an institution such as ours brings more trouble than it is worth.

What happened?

She was asked to leave midway through her first year.

"Immoral conduct" I believe we called it.

Might you be more specific, sir?

With her professor.

I'm sure you can fill in the gaps.

I see.

And who was this professor?

Dr. Gill, he's the head of our chemistry faculty.

So Margaret was dismissed but the tutor involved carried on his employment?

Do you have any other questions?

Yes, can we see Dr. Gill?

Top row, far right.

No, I mean speak with him.

He has not been in attendance for a few days.

William...

It's him.

It's our dead man.

♪ ♪ (door opens) This way.

Thank you.

What exactly are we looking for?

We'll know it when we see it.

This is going to take some time!

You may need to bring some of your men... WILLIAM: Eliza!

What on earth?

Is that cement?

It's kieselguhr.

It's used for chemical filtration.

Why all this in here?

Why not at one of the laboratories at the college?

Angina tablets?

There must be... 30 bottles.

Look at the main ingredient.

Nitroglycerin.

You don't think he was... Making a bomb.

Where the hell is it?

I know exactly where it is.

I want every available officer to Parliament Square.

Every inch needs to be searched.

Before you begin an angry tirade... please let me explain myself.

You have let me down, Eliza.

Is that all you're going to say?

You're not going to yell at me?

I'd prefer that.

(sighs) Let go of my arm.

You're making me nervous, William, you're not yourself.

There's nothing left to say.

Well...

I had to follow my conscience.

(exhales) (glass shatters) I was wrong...

I preferred it when you were calm.

Do you not think that I face moral dilemma in my position?

You have the gall to call me lazy and yet you know nothing of the grizzly scenes that I face day after day.

Yes, yes, they grind you down.

But by God, I know the difference between what is right and what is wrong.

You have been in this business for five minutes and yet can you say the same?

I know, I know this is no defense, but... the things that Margaret said, it was like... she could see into my heart.

And because of that I trusted her.

And what about me?

Have I not shown myself worthy of your trust?

Do I mean nothing to you?

Of course you do, you know you mean a great deal.

Yet, you trusted a liar over me.

You are many things, Eliza, but I did not think you gullible of such manipulation.

You're right, William.

I am gullible.

When I return, I do not want you here.

In fact, I never want to see you again!

She knew I'd tell you, William.

She knew.

♪ ♪ Clean the hearths, build the fires, polish the brass.

Then report to the kitchen where you will work for the remainder of your day.

You are forbidden in the members area.

When the gentlemen begin to arrive, anything that needs addressing in these areas, a male staff member will attend to it.

Yes, Mr. Bartlet.

And do not fraternize with my male staff.

They have much work to do and do not need distracting.

Of course, Mr. Bartlet.

Start in there.

Yes, sir.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (bomb begins whirring) ♪ ♪ WILLIAM: Hello, Margaret.

I knew you would have to tell him of my plan, since you seek his approval so.

I seek no one's approval, myself and Inspector Wellington are equals in this.

Equals?

Yet, you were not allowed to be present at my arrest since it was in a gentlemen's club.

(sighs) Right, lets get this over with, shall we?

You wanted Parliament shut down so that all the MPs called to London for the vote would take refuge in their clubs.

Then when your explosive went off, the Brownlee would be full of the men that you despise more than anyone.

Dr. Gill was an exceptional scientist.

It's a shame the fruits of his labor were not seen.

He never hurt you, did he?

I believe you gave yourself those bruises to fool me.

No, he was the kindest, sweetest man.

Extremely useful, too.

But even though I paid him very well, it all became too real for him.

He got cold feet.

Threatened to inform the police.

He was no longer of any use to me.

Margaret, you have sunk low indeed if you judge a life by how useful they are to you.

Says the woman who betrayed the only cause that matters.

I have betrayed no one.

I have stayed true to my conscience.

Oh, you keep telling yourself that.

And that your little detective business is blazing a trail for other women to follow.

Yet you work for men.

You do whatever they ask and you take their money in the hope that they use you again.

You may as well be working in a brothel.

Right, that's enough.

Is that really necessary?

I do not need pity from a woman like you!

At least I have tried to make a difference.

But you... everything you are, everything you do is for yourself.

No one else.

(footsteps leaving) She knows nothing of you.

Besides, her view of the world is not connected with reality.

You cannot make people agree with you by killing them.

I mean, we're not the French.

♪ ♪ Good.

Excellent.

It's bad enough with the Irish and the socialists.

The last thing we need is women getting ideas in their heads.

Hmm.

Your report shows real initiative, Wellington.

I must say I'm pleasantly surprised.

Recently, I felt you unwilling to put the shoulder to the wheel, as it were.

With respect, sir, I am dealing with a great number of cases on a daily basis... You think I'm wrong in my assessment of you?

No, sir.

Good.

Because there are several new posts opening up in the next month or so.

The new Irish Division is looking for a chief inspector.

Keep up the good work and perhaps we shall talk again.

Thank you, sir.

Oh, and do thank the rest of your department for their work on this.

Was there anyone in particular you wish to commend for their efforts?

(scrubbing) (door opens) ♪ ♪ Oh!

You made me jump!

(chuckling): Sorry.

What on earth are you doing down here?

Dry your hands and come upstairs.

Whatever for?

There's something I want to show you.

These letters are called vowels.

A, E, I, O, U.

Write them out.

Lizzy... Come on.

You can do it.

I won't remember.

Course you will.

You remember far better than I, even things from my own childhood.

Well, that's because you were so naughty.

(laughs) Come on.

That's it.

A, E, I, O, U.

(sighs) (click) ♪ ♪ (thunder rumbles) Oh dear God, it's her!

Death photographers-- bloody nonsense.

(bulb explodes) JAMES HENDERSON: That ghostly figure is no random woman.

You know her?

She was my wife.

WOMAN: She's punishing us from beyond the grave.

ELIZA: You're facing prejudice in your chosen career.

What must that be like?

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