(dramatic music) (bell rings) - Good morning, sir.
I'm a private detective working a case and will pay you handsomely to look the other way.
- You're a what?
- Word will soon spread that my father has died.
If I don't take this case, someone else will.
- [William] I'm surprised you haven't changed the name to your own.
- Miss above the door?
That will be a sure way never to have any clients.
- The streets of London are not what they once were.
The city has changed, the crime, the filth.
Chasing criminals is no job for a lady.
It should be left to the police.
- You're a private detective.
- I've had no choice but to take the law into my own hands.
(dramatic music) I found something most interesting.
It looks like dried blood.
- My clever girl.
- Being a detective is a job for a man.
- And yet you do it every day, William.
- [William] This is my line of work, not yours.
- If I'm to make a name for myself, I need as much experience at crime scenes as possible.
(glass clinks) - Why do you put with her anyway?
- He will never allow you to work with him.
- You've taken a shine to this woman, have you not?
- You can handle everyone.
- I cannot handle you.
- A lady should always act like a lady.
(woman screams) On the subject of my fee, it's gone up.
- That's blackmail.
- That is business.
- You are the most stubborn woman that I have ever met.
- [Eliza] I have an idea.
- [William] So do I.
- I'll listen to yours if you listen to mine?
- What happens when you catch your villain?
Do you hit the scoundrel with your purse?
- Trust me.
I know what I'm doing.
