Season 6 | Episode 5: The Night Shift

♪ ♪ (clears throat) ♪ ♪ Detective Willows.

Mrs.

Potts.

I've been building a case against my uncle for a few years now.

He's all yours.

Dylan Cooper, we've got a warrant for your arrest.

IVY: She got lost on the way home.

Was found by an officer, wandering the streets.

I am all Sophia has, and it is down to me to keep her safe.

Perhaps some time apart will do us both good.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (church bell ringing) (bell stops) (door opens) Eliza.

Sorry, I didn't want to disturb you.

Come in, please.

♪ ♪ How have you been?

Very well, thank you-- and you?

Busy.

Yes, I can see that.

It's good to see you, Eliza.

I'm here because I wanted to let you know that I'm going away on holiday.

An actual holiday or... What does that mean?

You've said before you were going on holiday, but in fact were on a case.

I'm going to Paris to visit Moses and his family.

His wife had a little boy.

(breathes deeply) Well, that is welcome news.

Please give him my best.

Contrary to what you believe, Alexander, I don't lie to you.

Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to come and see you today?

I wanted to come and see you, but... (knock at door) Come.

(door opens) I need your sign-off, sir.

Door!

Just... (exhales) (phone ringing) Blake.

(Isabel speaking indistinctly) Thank you, Miss Summers, put him through.

Sergeant Clarke, you got my message?

(Clarke speaking indistinctly) BLAKE: Well, anything you can do.

(Clarke speaking indistinctly) I appreciate that.

I'll wait to hear.

(Clarke speaking indistinctly) BLAKE: Thank you-- goodbye.

That's the desk sergeant at Bow Street.

I've been trying to find some extra men for the night shift.

Half have gone to the rookeries, riots are breaking out everywhere.

The other half have gone down with stomach flu.

(exhales) You were saying you wanted to come and see me.

But... ♪ ♪ (footsteps approaching) I have thought of you many times over this last week.

(knock at door) (loudly): I'm in a meeting.

(sighs) Sorry, sir, the superintendent's waiting for you.

I didn't realize the time.

You're busy, and I should pack.

I leave first thing in the morning.

Sorry, Miss Scarlet... Detective Willows.

Miss Scarlet.

I'll be with you shortly, Willows.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (church bells ringing) (people talking in background) (people talking in background) (door opens) ISABEL: Hope you feel better soon, Maggie.

(Willows exhales) Ah, I think she's got that stomach bug, poor thing.

Oh, it's a nasty one, from all accounts.

Half the men have gone home sick with it.

Anyway, I just came to see if you wanted to go for a cuppa on your break.

I'd love to, but Inspector Blake said I've got to ring round the other precincts, see if they can spare any men.

Not having much luck, though.

Most of them aren't even answering.

It'll be the riots in the rookeries.

And what with the sickness, we're badly undermanned.

We might even have a problem transferring the big fella to Newgate later.

Is Dylan Cooper really in our cells?

Well, he's under lock and key.

And I'm here to protect you.

(chuckles): My hero.

I may have to cover the night shift, so it might be best that we dine tomorrow night instead.

I'm stuck here, too.

Maggie was the fifth girl to go home early.

Tomorrow night, then?

I'll take us somewhere nice to make up for it.

Can we go back to Baron's?

It was lovely there.

I'll book it in the morning.

You're too good to me, Georgie.

I don't deserve you.

No, you probably don't.

(both chuckle) BLAKE: Detective Willows.

I need your help transferring Cooper to Newgate.

So, it's still going ahead, sir?

The prison governor will be sending an armed escort at 8:00 this evening.

Cooper won't be pleased.

He's been telling everyone the governor of Newgate won't dare take him-- thinks he'll be too scared of the repercussions.

Well, in that case, I shall enjoy telling Mr.

Cooper personally that he's very much mistaken.

If you don't stop staring at me, boy, I'm gonna rip your eyeballs out of their sockets.

(footsteps approaching) I want to move cells, Blake.

This fella ain't right in the head.

Inspector Blake.

And you will indeed be moving cells.

To Newgate Prison.

(chuckling): You what?

The governor's looking forward to welcoming you to your new home.

You leave at 8:00.

Best say your goodbyes.

Nah.

I ain't going anywhere.

I beg to differ.

I've heard about those riots.

♪ ♪ Terrible business.

My guess is, they'll reach Newgate soon.

Why do you say that?

Mm... Just making conversation.

Inspector Blake.

♪ ♪ (chuckles) (rain falling) Detective Willows?

Murray, isn't it?

You here for the night shift?

Yes, sir.

Good.

Where are the others?

That's what I wanted to tell you, sir.

(people talking in background) Only two officers?

Where's the rest of the night shift?

The desk sergeant said they're off sick.

That stomach bug's spreading like wildfire.

Where's the desk sergeant?

He's got it, too.

He's just gone home.

(people talking in background) (ringing) Blake.

(Isabel speaking indistinctly) Thank you, Miss Summers, put him through.

Inspector Blake.

(man speaking indistinctly) Yes, sir.

(man speaking indistinctly) We're all set to bring Cooper over.

(man speaking indistinctly) (thunder rumbling) Change of plan, sir?

(thunder claps) How many times, Oscar?

The street is not a public toilet.

BLAKE: Willows?

(people talking in background) Sorry, sir, only three men have turned up.

The rest of the night shift are off sick.

(sighs) Well, just to add to our good fortune, I spoke to the governor of Newgate.

A mob has gathered outside the prison, and he doesn't feel it's safe to transfer Cooper tonight.

A mob?

Newgate's nowhere near the rookeries.

That doesn't make any sense.

What's more worrying is, Cooper seemed to know about it in advance.

(thunder rumbles) Keep an eye out-- something isn't right.

Yes, sir.

(people talking in background) Oscar, no!

(man coughing) All right, what's going on?

What can you tell me about the unrest at Newgate?

Back already, Inspector?

Answer the question.

Hm, unrest in Newgate, you say?

(clicking tongue) What dark times we live in.

Oh.

I do hope it's safe for me to be transferred.

You'll be leaving soon enough.

(shushing) (softly): Lower your voice, Inspector.

You might wake poor old Ernest.

And he's so enjoying his nap.

(thunder rumbles) (sighs): Hm.

Now.

What is it that's bothering you, exactly?

I mean, I could take a wild guess.

I could guess that the riots in the rookeries have spread to Newgate, and I could guess that you've been told I have to stay here for the night.

And I could guess that you think I'm behind it all.

Don't presume to know what I'm thinking, Mr.

Cooper.

And if I could do that, who knows what else I might be planning?

Especially as I hear there's sickness spreading through your men.

♪ ♪ How many officers have you got on duty tonight?

(footsteps retreating) (chuckles) (people talking in background) (thunder rumbling) (people talking, yelling in background) Willows!

MAN: I told you to shut up!

Discharge them, all of them.

I want the whole place cleared in five minutes.

What do you mean, sir?

We are shutting down Scotland Yard.

No one comes in, no one goes out.

♪ ♪ MURRAY: Come on, come on, get a move on!

Bloody hell, we don't have all day.

Shift it!

Keep your eyes peeled.

Get a whiff of anything, raise the alarm.

Immediately.

Will do, sir.

(gate clangs) ♪ ♪ (gate clangs, lock turns) Watkins, Redmond, don't leave your post.

Not even for a minute.

Yes, sir.

(lock turns, thunder rumbles) (rain falling) (thunder rumbling) (water dripping) I've locked up the back gate, sir.

I've put Redmond and Watkins on guard.

What did Cooper say?

Do you think he knows something?

I'm afraid I do.

To what extent he's involved, I can't be sure.

(sighs) The man plays poker for a living.

It's hard to know when he's bluffing.

You know, a few years back, when I was at Bristol, I arrested a gang leader.

He was put on trial for murder and sentenced to be hanged.

The morning his sentence was due to be carried out, a riot broke out in the prison.

His gang had paid off a dozen or so prisoners to cause a distraction so they could spring him out.

Luckily, one of my officers got wind of the plan, and we were able to stop it.

Someone snitched?

BLAKE: In a way.

It's a long story involving a lady of the night who talks in her sleep.

My point is, this gang leader had half the money and influence that Cooper has.

If Cooper puts his mind to it, God knows what he's capable of.

You think we need more men?

I'm afraid I do.

(thunder rumbles) ISABEL: Hello?

Bow Street?

Bow Street, can you hear me?

Why are the doors all locked?

What's going on, Georgie?

It's just a precaution.

What does that mean?

The riots are getting worse.

You don't think they'll come here?

No, but it's better to be safe than sorry.

Inspector Blake wants you to keep calling the other precincts to see if they can spare us some more men.

Well, I was just on my way to tell you, the phone lines are dead.

I've connected the cable to Bow Street Station, but there's nothing, just a sort of hiss.

(line hissing) It's the same with Aldgate, Southwark, Deptford.

Keep trying.

I'll go speak to Inspector Blake.

(man yells, metal pounds) Stay here.

♪ ♪ What the hell was that?

I think it's coming from the cells.

Bring backup.

Yes, sir.

(men chanting in distance) (chanting, clamoring) (yelling): Stop this!

Immediately!

(noise stops) Thank you.

Now, will somebody please tell me what the hell is going on?

This lunatic's got a blade in his boot.

He's threatening to cut my throat.

I want to be moved, now.

(men clamoring) Well, come on!

Search him, if you don't believe me!

Don't take your eyes off them.

And if anyone moves a muscle, shoot them.

No!

You cannot leave me in here!

(men clamoring) MAN: And what about me?

When are you going to speak to me?

Blake!

(yells) Has Miss Summers had any luck getting through to the other precincts?

The phones are dead, sir.

She can't make or receive calls.

My day just gets better and better.

Nothing.

(thunder rumbling) Has this happened before?

Not to me, but I remember one of the girls saying the lines cut out a few weeks back, when we had that storm.

Tonight's even worse.

(thunder rumbling) There's an urn in the clerical office.

Shall I go make the men a cup of tea?

That is the best suggestion I've heard all day.

Thank you, Miss Summers.

Do you really think it is the storm?

I don't know.

(thunder rumbling) And if it isn't?

(sighs) We just need to get through the night.

Watkins, take the back gate.

Murray, you stay on the front.

If anyone attempts to break in, you fire a warning shot above their heads.

Sir.

After ten years in the Army, I can assure you few men run towards the sound of gunfire.

Who are they?

Found them playing cards in the kitchen, sir.

Freddie is a rat catcher and Arthur is a kitchen porter.

You told me to gather everyone, sir.

Have you fired a weapon before?

No.

No, sir.

Well, take some blankets from the infirmary room and get yourself up on the roof.

Keep a lookout, and if you see anyone, let me know immediately.

(sighs) All will be well, lads.

The gates at the front and back are solid iron and built for this very purpose.

Ah!

Miss Summers, perfect timing.

Thank you.

Thanks, miss.

Thank you.

Right, get to it, lads.

I don't mean to be rude, but I think, under the circumstances, I could do with something a little stronger.

There's a bottle of scotch in my office.

Georgie, who's that copper, PC Murray?

He's new, he's not been here very long.

I've seen him somewhere before, I just can't remember where.

He probably just reminds you of someone from your past.

A gentleman caller, perhaps?

Keep that up, you'll be wearing that tea, not drinking it.

It's a little bit milky for my taste.

Cheeky sod.

(chuckling) I'd better get back.

With any luck, the lines will be up and running again.

(thunder rumbling) Izzy?

You're doing a grand job.

♪ ♪ (thunder rumbles) (thunder rumbles) WILLOWS: PC Murray.

(exhales) Anything to report?

Nothing.

Apart from a mangy cat.

His coat was so wet, he could barely walk.

Know how he feels, poor sod.

(thunder rumbling) How long you been here now?

Mind if I... Certainly.

Been here five weeks, give or take.

And where were you before that?

I already passed my interview.

Just talking-- keeps my mind off the cold.

I did a year at the City Police before coming here.

What about you?

Bow Street.

How was that?

Decent.

But there's nowhere like the Yard.

(sniffs) That girl from the switchboard.

What's her name?

Why?

(thunder rumbling) Like you said, we're just talking.

Miss Summers.

Pretty little thing, isn't she?

Bet she could keep me warm.

Shut your mouth.

Right, easy, mate, I was just saying.

I'm not your mate.

I'm your senior officer.

BLAKE: PC Murray.

Go and join Watkins at the back gate.

Yes, sir.

Everything all right?

Yes, sir.

(exhales) Thank you, sir.

(thunder rumbling) My daughter loves the rain.

Her bedroom's up in the eaves of the house, and when it rains, she says it's like being in a tent.

Not that she's ever been in one.

I suppose she's heard enough stories from my time in the Army to know what it's like.

My little niece will sleep through anything.

Thunder, lightning.

Couple next door throwing plates at each other.

(chuckles) Does she live with you?

Her and my sister.

Her father's not around-- it's a long story.

I just didn't want her raising the little girl on her own.

Sorry, sir, I didn't... No offense.

None taken.

(sighs) I can't deny, it would be easier not to be alone.

This job isn't easy for anyone to put up with.

Long hours, stress.

I wouldn't want to be married to me.

Nor would I.

(both chuckle) I'll keep watch here.

Go and see if the telephone lines are working.

Yes, sir.

(thunder rumbling) ♪ ♪ (thunder rumbling) (thunder rumbling) (thunder rumbling) (water dripping) Georgie, what are you doing?

Where have you been?

You're meant to be manning the telephones.

They're still dead.

There's something I need to show you.

Is everything all right?

You'd better come with me.

♪ ♪ ELIZA (voiceover): Inspector Blake, I presume.

BLAKE: And you are?

ELIZA: My name's Miss Eliza Scarlet.

You work for a detective agency?

I own a detective agency.

And I thought this might be a good opportunity to outline the history of my work in relationship with your predecessors.

In here are numerous case reports, letters of reference, and, as you see, newspaper clippings showing the, uh, investigations that I've helped to solve.

I'm afraid you're wasting your time.

I do not engage the services of private detectives.

Well, may I at least present... However, if you have a contract, you will be paid for your work so far, but that is all.

Good day.

It's not my intention to be rude.

ELIZA: You're doing a wonderful job of it.

(thunder rumbling) (thunder claps) When I first worked here, one of my duties was to keep the mugshot files up to date.

One of the photos stuck in my mind.

I think it's him, Georgie.

PC Murray.

I knew I'd seen him before.

You think he's a convict?

One of the boys at my school used to pick on my little brother.

He had a scar just like Murray's, but for the life of me, I can't remember his name.

It definitely wasn't Murray.

Griffiths.

Samuel Griffiths, that's it!

WILLOWS: Where's his photograph?

Someone's ripped it out.

You're sure?

As sure as I can be, sir.

Miss Summers, why don't you go back to the switchboard room, see if you can get those phone lines working again?

I found an arrest sheet on this Samuel Griffiths.

I didn't want Izzy to-- sorry, Miss Summers-- to see.

Poor girl's terrified enough as it is.

Convictions for wounding with intent and actual bodily harm.

And look at his known associates.

Dylan Cooper.

Is Murray still at his post at the back gate?

As far as I'm aware, sir.

♪ ♪ Watkins.

Is he breathing?

He is-- he's out cold.

The keys to the back gate, they were attached to his belt.

Well, they're not there now.

Where the hell is PC Murray?

(thunder rumbling) ♪ ♪ Take this, guard the front gate.

There's no sign of Murray downstairs, sir.

Did you check on Cooper?

He's locked up safe and sound.

I've put Watkins in the infirmary.

He's coming round, but has no idea what happened.

(whistling) Put the rifle down!

Sir?

(guns cocking) Now.

WILLOWS: Do what he says, Murray.

Up against the wall.

What's going on, sir?

Just do it!

Search him.

(stammering): But sir, I don't understand what's going on.

WILLOWS: Shut your mouth.

Against the wall.

Keys to the back gate, sir.

Cuff him.

Start talking.

Watkins gave me the keys when he needed to use the gents.

I don't understand what I've done wrong.

Watkins was found unconscious.

Are you responsible for that?

No, of course not!

What's going on?

You said you were at the City of London Police.

Who was the desk sergeant there?

What's that got to do with anything?

Answer him.

The desk sergeant was old Gideon Bates.

And your commanding officer?

Sergeant Simpson.

You mean Sampson.

That's what I meant!

I'm nervous, is all.

What's going on?

Why did you transfer to Scotland Yard?

Well, you could ask him the same thing.

Who doesn't want to come here?

Constable Murray, do you have a criminal conviction you failed to declare?

No!

I swear it.

WILLOWS: The scar on your face, how'd you get it?

Growing up, I wasn't the best behaved.

Used to get into scrapes.

But I was just a kid.

♪ ♪ A word, please, Detective Willows.

What do you think?

Honestly, sir, I don't know.

Neither do I. But Cooper is more than capable of having a man on the inside.

Go and check on Watkins-- if he's able to walk, bring him down here and see what he has to say.

What should I do with Murray, sir?

(men shouting in distance) Oh, what now?

It's coming from the cells again, sir.

Put him in the interview room.

Question him, then report to me what you find.

(shouting, clamoring) Shut up, the lot of you.

COOPER: Blake!

What the hell is going on?

(groans) (choking): He wants to kill me!

Let him go-- now!

Or I will not hesitate to put a bullet in your head!

(groans) You, tell me what the hell is going on.

I told you to move me.

If you don't get me out of here, I'll be carried out in a box.

I'll tell you anything you want to know, please.

Please.

(shouting continues) Any chance I could have a glass?

Tell me something of interest and I'll consider it.

Those riots.

It was my men what started 'em.

Wanted to keep you busy.

And my men off sick?

Got a mate who's got a mate who supplies your canteen.

Rancid meat ain't hard to come by in this city.

You've got, what, a handful of coppers on duty?

I've got 25 men with guns who'll be here any minute.

They're cast-iron gates, front and back.

No one's getting in.

They won't just be coming with guns, son.

Bit of dynamite?

Blow those gates open like a bleeding doll's house.

You're bluffing.

No, I ain't.

(scoffs) And when my men get here and they see me in handcuffs... ...they're liable to get very emotional.

(chuckles) Dread to think what they might do to you.

(exhales) So... What you've got to ask yourself is this.

Am I really worth dying for?

You're not seriously suggesting I set you free?

You need to think about that little girl of yours.

You mention my daughter one more time and I will knock you through that wall.

All right, don't overexcite yourself.

(inhales) (sighs) Do you have someone on the inside?

What?

You heard me.

You can't expect me to tell you everything, Inspector Blake.

(scoffs) Well, just so you know, we're onto them.

(chuckles): Yeah, course you are.

PC Murray is currently in handcuffs, being interrogated.

Bloody idiot.

(thunder rumbling) (sighs) Bent coppers are a disgrace.

Yes, they are, and I'm not one of them.

Really?

Why would I lie?

Well, I thought that'd be obvious.

I don't feel well.

(exhales) Tell me who you're working for.

Get a bucket or something.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Tell me the truth!

I'm no bent copper!

That's the truth!

I need some water-- I don't feel right.

Are you gonna talk?

Or do I have to report to Inspector Blake that you're being uncooperative?

I need some water.

(door opens) (thunder rumbling) (door closes) Please!

Izzy, what are you doing?

Looking for you.

The lines are still dead.

My nerves are in tatters, Georgie.

All will be well, I promise.

(exhales) I've never seen the place so empty.

It's strange, sends a chill down me.

(breathes deeply) Well, just think.

(grunts) Tomorrow, we'll be sat in Baron's, all dressed up in our finest.

And you'll be the prettiest girl in there.

(chuckles) You're a lovely man, George Willows.

It has been said.

Mostly by my mum.

You miss her, don't you?

What about your dad?

You don't talk about him much.

(stammers) He was a man of few words.

And what words he used were never very nice, especially about my mum or my sister.

Does he know she had a baby?

No idea.

I've not seen him since Mum's funeral.

I don't even know if he's alive.

Well, your sister's lucky she's got you to look after her and the little 'un.

Sir.

We have a problem.

He just pulled up, sir.

(horse snorting) You there!

Make yourself known.

(thunder rumbling) I said, make yourself known.

(footsteps retreating) Come here!

Stop!

♪ ♪ (hisses in breath) COOPER: Still dead, is it, son?

I'm not your son.

Suit yourself-- it's just a turn of phrase.

I do have a son, as it goes.

A bit younger than you.

Logan.

Only he's in the nick.

Funnily enough, it was your Miss Scarlet what put him there.

My Miss Scarlet?

There's not much I don't know about you, Inspector Blake.

Oh, just stop talking.

I wonder what she'd think about you risking your life for no good reason.

Oh, there's a reason.

I want to see your face when you hear a guilty verdict.

What, you think a jury'll convict me?

12 good men and true?

(chuckling): There's ways of playing that game.

So why plan an escape, then?

Call it an insurance policy.

But you still didn't answer my question about your lady detective.

♪ ♪ Eh, maybe I'll ask her meself when I get out.

Oh, this when you threaten to hurt her, is it?

Like you did my daughter?

Never touched your daughter.

But you still owe my man at the club an apology.

Poor sod-- he's black and blue.

Don't hold your breath.

(door opens) Sir, a horse and carriage has pulled up outside.

The driver's abandoned it.

I'd put my fingers in your ears if I were you, boys.

(whispering): Bang, bang, bang.

(chuckles) Do you think there's explosives inside?

He could be bluffing.

But we can't take the risk.

(thunder claps) (horse neighs) Izzy, I want you to go to the armory and wait for me to come find you.

Why the armory?

The doors are thick, there's no windows.

What?

Izzy, please, just trust me.

But what about PC Watkins?

I don't think he's well enough to move.

I'll deal with him.

Go on, go.

Murray, get up.

I need to move you.

(grunts) Please, I feel so sick.

Come on, on your feet.

I can't.

(breathlessly): I can't.

(exhales) There was something in that tea.

What are you talking about?

I was fine till I drank it.

I think she laced it with something.

Who?

The girl from the switchboard.

(panting) What?

♪ ♪ I passed out, and when I woke up, she was searching through your jacket.

(gasping) You're lying.

I swear I'm not-- she was in here.

You're lying!

I'm not!

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Watkins?

Watkins.

When did you start feeling ill?

Sir, I feel terrible.

Was it before or after you drank the tea?

After.

Did you see Miss Summers go into the interview room?

Sir, I still feel... (shouts): Just answer the question!

(softly): Please.

(breathing slowly) Yes, I did.

♪ ♪ COOPER (voiceover): They won't just be coming with guns, son.

Bit of dynamite?

Blow those gates open like a bleeding doll's house.

(lock turning) (gate creaking) ♪ ♪ COOPER (voiceover): I'd put my fingers in your ears if I were you, boys.

♪ ♪ BLAKE: It's empty.

COOPER (voiceover): Bang, bang, bang.

♪ ♪ (phone bell rings) WOMAN (on phone): Bow Street Station-- how may I direct your call?

♪ ♪ I was just on my way to tell you, the phone lines are dead.

I've connected the cable to Bow Street Station, but there's nothing, just a sort of hiss.

It's the same with Aldgate, Southwark, Deptford.

I have to hand it to you, Mr.

Cooper... ♪ ♪ COOPER (softly): Hurry up.

ISABEL: I'm going as fast as I can.

COOPER (whispering): Come on, come on, come on.

That's my girl.

(rifle cocks) Georgie.

You work for him?

Please let me explain.

You stole the keys from my jacket pocket.

Get down on the ground, now.

Take it easy, son.

Don't be waving that gun around.

Look, she, she's still sweet... Shut your mouth and get on the ground now!

All right-- all right.

(sighs) (voice trembling): I'm arresting you for aiding an escape from lawful custody.

Please, Georgie... Detective Sergeant Willows.

Hands behind your back.

(sniffles) (voice trembling): I was planted here a few months ago by Mr.

Cooper.

It wasn't for anything specific, it was just to get whatever information I could.

Anything he could use.

(sniffles) What about the plan to break him out?

I'm so sorry.

I should never... (sniffles) I really did like you.

Inspector Blake asked you a question, Miss Summers.

♪ ♪ (sniffles) There were never any men coming here.

Mr.

Cooper used up all his money organizing the riots.

It was a distraction so I could help him escape.

BLAKE: Were you aware that he was responsible for having the food in the kitchen contaminated?

No.

No, I, I knew nothing of it.

But it was you who drugged the tea.

That's what caused PC Watkins and Murray to collapse.

And framed PC Murray with some cock-and-bull story about him being a convict.

(crying): I really am sorry, Georgie.

May I be excused, sir?

(sniffles) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (footsteps approaching) BLAKE (sighs): Mr.

Cooper.

I have some good news.

I've just had word you'll be transported to Newgate within the hour.

Oh, and when your case comes to court, I've requested that the jury are from out of town.

And kept under constant supervision.

Call it an insurance policy.

(knocks) (footsteps retreating) (sighs) (door closes) ♪ ♪ ISABEL (voiceover): I didn't get your name.

Willows, Detective Willows.

George Willows.

Nice to meet you, Detective George Willows.

♪ ♪ (footsteps approaching) Willows.

My letter of resignation, sir.

No, I can't accept that.

I've let the force down, I've let you down, not to mention making a complete fool of myself.

Resigning is not the answer.

Please.

(sighs) There will be an investigation into what happened here last night.

And I can't promise it turns out well for you.

You may yet be dismissed.

But I will speak on your behalf.

Sir... You are a good detective and I don't want to lose you.

And it wasn't just you taken in by Miss Summers.

It was everyone.

Myself included.

Detective Willows.

You wouldn't be the first man to have made a mistake when it comes to matters of the heart.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (laughing) ♪ ♪ ELIZA (voiceover): How was your day?

BLAKE: Rough.

Which is why I wanted to see you.

Do you need my help?

No, I wanted to see you because I wanted to be with you, Eliza.

To take the sting out of my day by finishing it with you.

♪ ♪ Did that help?

Always.

Eliza.

I thought you might have left.

Actually, I was just coming to see you before I left for the train.

So, I saved you a trip?

You did.

May I come in?

I didn't sleep last night.

And I've had one of the worst nights of my life.

It's not a competition, Alexander.

Believe me, if it was, I would win.

What happened?

Let's just say I've had time to reflect on the things that are most important to me.

In fact, I've come to several realizations.

The most important of them is this.

For all your faults, I love you, Eliza.

And I only hope you love me, too.

Faults and all.

Of course I do.

♪ ♪ Can I just ask what you meant by... I will tell you everything that happened last night when you return from Paris.

No, I meant my faults.

What faults, exactly?

May I accompany you to the station?

If you insist.

I do.

Oh.

You left this in my office yesterday.

Yes, I wondered where that had got to.

You deliberately left it, didn't you?

So I'd have to return it.

Of course I did.

(chuckles) (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.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ MISS SCOTT: Given the two of you are now romantically involved, this will be the last time you work together.

We'll be fine.

Yes, but my business may not.

How do we investigate the death of a government minister discreetly?

CLARENCE: Oh, you think perhaps he was murdered?

That's what we intend to find out.

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