(food sizzling) (fist knocking door) - Good morning, my jewel.
- Barnabus, just in time.
Breakfast is ready.
- Ugh, it's the first day in my new role as Chief Clerk, and a much needed stock take is required at Aldgate Mortuary, so I came by to inform you I will not be partaking in breakfast this morning.
- But I've made it now.
- Well.
- Got a hole in the sleeve.
If you have time, can you darn it?
- Again?
What have you been doing?
- Well, if I told you, you'd only worry.
Mr. Potts.
- Miss Scarlet.
I really do not have time to eat, my dear.
- Very well, off you go then.
- Ladies.
- Sit down, have some breakfast.
- I don't have time either, must go.
- Well, will you be home for dinner?
Lizzy?
(housekeeper sighs) (pan clatters) (slightly tense music) (horses and carriages rattle) (fist knocks door) - Good morning, Inspector Blake.
- Are you aware of the convention of knocking, Miss Scarlet?
- But I did knock.
- You were then supposed to wait to be invited in.
- I have an urgent matter to discuss with you about the Guild of Private Detectives.
I'm here to give you a warning.
They are far from happy about your current policy regarding private investigators.
- Please tell me you're not here on their behalf.
- Nothing could be further from the truth.
But, well, the Guild have money and influence.
They've taken against you and will stop at nothing to undermine your position.
(subdued music)
