(door clicking) (background people chattering) - William, there you are.
I thought perhaps you'd left for the evening.
(door thudding) You look tired.
- You look beautiful.
(gentle orchestral music) - Oh!
(laughs) Thank you.
- So to what do I owe this unexpected visit?
- Well, I was just passing and thought I'd pop in to visit my oldest friend.
- Passing?
To where at this time of night?
- Dinner.
- With whom?
- Well, you wouldn't know them.
- Because they don't exist?
- What's that supposed to mean?
- I know you, Eliza, you neither pass nor pop, you premeditate.
Now I'm afraid it's not a good time.
We are experiencing an unprecedented level of cases, I cannot go into why.
- Well, because of the further expansion of Scotland Yard's jurisdiction.
- That's classified information at the moment.
How do you know that?
- I read it in the report that's on your desk.
(William breathing deeply) Well, it seems you could do with more manpower.
So how fortuitous that I should drop by.
Since I'm now in charge at Nash & Sons, I have a large team of men at my disposal.
- Ah, there it is, the real reason you're here.
- Ah, you were the one who brought up being understaffed.
(door clicking) All I'm saying- - Yes, Eliza, I know exactly what you're saying, I always know exactly what you're saying, even when you're not saying it.
Goodnight.
(playful orchestral music) Thank you.
♪ That girl, that girl ♪
