Dickensian (2015–2016): Season 1, Episode 15 - Episode #1.15 - full transcript
Amelia pays Arthur his share of the brewery but he is ungracious, coming close to exposing Compeyson - whom Jaggers wants to investigate. Hawdon visits Honoria in secret - before accusing Frances of sabotaging his promotion chances. After he has gone Honoria finds out another of Frances's deceptions, inducing early labour. On discovery of another corpse Inspector Bucket is relieved of the Marley case by overweight, overbearing Inspector Thompson, whose findings release Fagin as he arrests a man Bucket believes to be innocent, spurring him on to doing some private sleuthing.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(HORSE HOOVES CLATTERING)
(HORSE NEIGHING)
WOMAN 1: Heavens. Where?
WOMAN 2: Oh, my goodness.
WOMAN 3: This way.
MAN 1: Heavens.
MAN 2: No.
MAN 3: A body?
No!
(GASPS)
CHILD: He's dead?
BUCKET: Step back from the body, please.
Oh, Inspector.
Is this the same killer
as what finished off Mr Marley?
I'm not at liberty to give out
any information at the moment.
(CROWD MURMURING)
(DISTANT LAUGHTER)
- (SIGHS)
- (DOOR OPENS)
(TAP ON THE WINDOW)
(TAP ON THE WINDOW)
(SIGHS)
(HONORIA SOFTLY LAUGHS)
(HONORIA SOFTLY LAUGHS)
You can't stay too long.
Frances will be back soon.
I think she's fond of me secretly.
- Very secretly.
- (LAUGHS)
Well, I think she'll like you even more
if you get your promotion this morning.
Oh, it's mine for the taking.
Don't worry about that.
- You seem very confident.
- I am.
In fact, from now on, I expect to be
addressed as Major Hawdon.
- (LAUGHS)
- At all times.
Should I curtsey as well?
- Of course.
- Hmm.
I think I prefer my modest captain.
Well, how can I be modest,
when the most beautiful girl
in the world is in love with me.
(CHUCKLES)
JAGGERS: The banker's draft.
L10,000.
Your share of the brewery.
It's a very generous amount,
Mr Havisham.
You owe your sister
a great debt of gratitude.
I wasn't aware
the money came with any debt attached.
Of course it doesn't.
This is what you deserve, Arthur.
We want you to have it.
So you can finally be rid of me?
No, the very opposite.
Meriwether and I thought
this would build bridges between us.
Arthur. Arthur.
Arthur.
What's the matter? Aren't you pleased?
Now you can pay off your debts.
Or start your own business.
Do anything you want.
It's up to you, of course,
but if you'll consider
coming to live with us
it would make me happier
than you can imagine.
Live with you? And him?
Why not? I thought you were friends.
I understand it must be hard for you
to accept another man at Satis House...
That's not what I'm concerned about.
Then what is it?
Tell me.
Meriwether Compeyson.
I want you find anything and everything
you can about him.
Yes, Mr Jaggers.
Ms Barbary, is Honoria back yet?
No. Sadly, our dear aunt
is terribly sick.
I'd so like to speak with her.
Do you know how long she'll be?
What exactly is it that
you're asking me, Ms Havisham?
To estimate the date
of our poor aunt's demise?
- No, of course not.
- Then I shall bid you good day.
VENUS: Bruising to the eye and cheek.
Knife wound
to the ribs.
It's a different weapon.
Different style of attack.
Different killer.
Ah, the great detective at work.
Unfeasible is it,
that a man may be unfaithful
to his weapon of choice?
Inspector Thompson.
Bucket.
You're the talk of the town, man.
- And now I can see exactly why.
- Meaning?
Meaning that people are growing weary,
Detective. Lost faith, shall we say?
Weeks gone by and no progress.
Same man locked up day after day.
No charge. And now, of course,
another body.
This killing bears
no resemblance whatsoever,
to the murder of Jacob Marley.
- Now, if you'd kindly leave us...
- I hate to be the bearer of bad news,
but you're off the case.
I'm taking over. Commissioner's orders.
Time for different method, Detective.
Your favourite, from Garroway's.
I'll make a pot of tea to have with it.
Frances.
Thank you for everything.
What else would a sister do?
(SIGHS)
(CHUCKLES)
- Oh.
- I'm fine, Ma.
- He needs practise.
- Don't go too far, now.
I'm only walking Peter to the forge.
EMILY: Just be careful.
PETER: Hey, wait for me then.
(CHILDREN LAUGHING)
COMPEYSON: Nothing better
you can be doing with your time
than following me?
This has gone too far.
You cannot marry my sister.
I won't allow it.
Really?
- Whatever will you do about it?
- Tell your wife.
It's only a matter of time
before she discovers the truth.
Havisham, you know nothing
about my marriage.
Come to think of it,
you know nothing about marriage at all.
So, please don't bore me
with your empty threats.
Our arrangement is over.
In fact, I would count myself
very lucky if I were you.
What if Amelia
were to find out the truth?
Then she would find out
the truth about you.
We both know you're not that foolish,
Havisham.
(GRUNTING)
(GROANING)
Come on.
(GROANING)
MAN: Get your hands off me!
(GROANING)
One full confession
for the murder of Jacob Marley
and our unfortunate friend downstairs.
How about that, Detective?
Does that still stand even
when the man's been beaten
to within an inch of his life?
I've achieved more this morning
than you have in weeks.
If I were you,
I'd keep your snide remarks to yourself.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
We agreed you'd stay away...
Honoria is sleeping.
I'm not here to see Honoria.
It's you I want to talk to.
About what?
Don't play games, Frances.
Admit the truth.
You are a bitter, manipulative shrew.
Get out! Get out!
Oh.
I'm sure Honoria will be
thrilled to discover
what a brute she's tethered herself to.
And what of the discovery
that her sister is a bare-faced liar!
HONORIA: James!
How dare you speak to Frances like that?
What's going on?
After my interview,
I met with a colleague.
Sergeant George.
He came to this house weeks ago
and left a message with your sister.
It was an invitation
to meet with Colonel Mortimer,
who was intending
to offer me a promotion.
But the message was never passed on.
I have no recollection
of meeting a Sergeant George.
Liar!
You deliberately sabotaged my promotion.
Time to go.
Why so soon?
Another man's being charged.
(FAGIN GROANS)
You were wrong, Inspector?
I did what I thought was right.
You did it to stop me and Honoria
being together.
- I had your best interests at heart.
- It's unlikely that such a bitter woman
courts anyone's best interest
but her own.
Are you content to stand by
and allow this abuse?
If we could just calm ourselves.
I'll go, Honoria.
I don't want to upset you any more.
Why don't you come with me?
She can't go out in broad daylight
for everyone to see.
She'll do anything to keep us apart.
Can you not see that?
- James, stop.
- Come with me, please.
Be patient. It's just a few more weeks.
And hopefully I'll never have to
lay eyes on you again.
How could you?
That was weeks ago.
Before any of this.
The baby.
Would it kill you to say it?
You're my little sister.
All I want to do is protect you.
MRS BUMBLE: All right! All right!
I'm not deaf.
Mr Gradgrind.
Er, Mrs Bumble.
You quite took me by surprise.
A very pleasant one, I might add.
May I come in?
Two lumps for you, Mr Gradgrind.
Excuse me?
Sugar? Do you partake?
Er, no. Thank you.
Have you any idea
when your husband might be returning?
Oh, I'm sure he won't be
too much longer.
May I
tempt you to
some of my figgy dowdy?
Extra moist.
Mr Bumble.
Just seen your good lady wife.
Seemed all in a bit of a flurry
Looking for you, she was.
(CLEARS THROAT)
(CHUCKLES) Medicinal.
After that godforsaken scene
this morning.
Bill, you heard?
- Heard what?
- Fagin.
He's out. They arrested someone else.
WOMAN: Did she say Fagin?
(EXCITED MURMURING)
(DOOR OPENS)
I wasn't expecting to see you today.
A man can't surprise his fianc?e?
I missed you.
What is it?
Is something wrong?
Please, sit down.
(MR BUMBLE CLEARING HIS THROAT)
Flowers, for my flower.
Is something the matter, my dear?
You are the matter, Bumble. As always.
We received a visitor earlier.
Mr Gradgrind.
- Oh.
- Your interview was a disaster.
Oh.
Never before has the board seen
such a show of incompetence.
Bumble by name, bumble by nature.
Imagine my shame.
This afternoon has seen me plummet
to the depths of degradation.
A woman of my standing
begging,
pleading,
beseeching.
But, once again,
I have managed to salvage the situation.
You have?
My efforts have persuaded Mr Gradgrind
to put you through to the next stage
of the application process.
- (CHUCKLES)
- Your neck is on the line, Bumble.
Mess it up this time
and I won't save it.
I shall break it.
(SWALLOWS)
You're prepared to allow
you brother's bitterness
- to threaten our happiness?
- He's worried about me.
He's worried about getting his hands
on the estate. Not about your welfare.
For all I care, he can have
the entire damn Havisham fortune.
- Meriwether...
- What can I do to prove myself?
- All I want is to be your husband.
- Yes, but why rush into it?
- I know that's what people are thinking.
- Amelia.
- Lf you have doubts yourself...
- No.
Then to hell with everyone else.
I'm so sorry.
I have been a fool.
Well, yes. You have.
A huge fool.
Could you forgive me?
I'm going to buy you a present.
Something to wear on the day.
What do you need?
The only thing I will ever need is you.
Sometimes it just takes
a fresh pair of eyes.
Don't be too hard on yourself.
We're going for a little celebration.
Would you care to join us?
I think we've earned it.
No, thank you very much.
You let the old Jew go, then?
The case is closed.
I couldn't let him fester
without charge.
I'm not talking about
keeping him locked up.
Hang the wretch. It's not too late.
Much as I detest the man,
I won't let him hang without evidence
of his crimes.
Very noble, Detective.
Right now, some poor soul
is being robbed blind by him.
Are you sure you can't be tempted?
(MEN LAUGHING)
(DOG GROWLING)
(DOG BARKS)
BILL: Good boy, Bull's-Eye.
- (DOG GROWLS)
- BILL: Good boy.
Hello, Peter.
Why won't you greet your sweetheart?
'Cause she ain't my sweetheart no more.
TIM: Why not?
PETER: Because an honest girl
like Nell needs a gentleman
to take her places and buy her things.
That's what she deserves.
That's what I can't afford.
BILL: He's a bit wild, Fagin,
but don't worry.
I'll keep him on a tight leash,
so he don't sink his teeth in you.
Rest of the chinks.
For Nancy.
Count it.
I'm in no rush.
I trust you implicitly, Bill.
Here she is.
The daughter I never had.
You're leaving me, my dear?
NANCY: Bill?
Give us a minute?
BILL: Come on, Bull's-Eye. Come on.
(DOG GROWLING)
Now, what can I say?
First Dodger, now you.
Oh, that ain't fair.
You made your bed with Dodger,
you can lie in it.
Sorry, my dear.
I don't fair very well with goodbyes.
I'm hardly abandoning you,
for Pete's sake.
- I'll only be down the road.
- Not the same.
Yeah, well,
it'd be and odd life
if nothing changed, wouldn't it?
This is what I want.
To settle down and have a family.
- With him?
- Yeah, with Bill.
(SNORTS)
I love him.
You deserve better.
I didn't come here for your blessing.
If it weren't for you,
I'd be long dead.
Good or bad,
you're the nearest thing I've had
to a parent.
So, I wanna say thank you.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Take care of yourself, won't you?
Be careful, my dear.
Inspector Thompson is
a very aggravating man, indeed.
I'm impressed with your restraint.
Thank you very much, Mrs Cratchit.
They look delicious, as always.
Inspector,
is it true someone's been arrested
for the murders?
I suppose it's pointless to ask who.
Well, I'm afraid it is.
Penny for your thoughts, Mr Bucket?
You were right, Mr Venus.
Never let a personal grudge
cloud your judgement,
however immeasurable
that grudge may be.
Well, I've wasted precious time
on the most obvious suspect.
A childish error.
I leave that sort of crude approach
to Inspector Thompson.
So, what now, then?
A new investigation?
A detective does not give up so easily.
Forgive me, but
in light of the fact
that you've been removed from the case,
I can't see any choice
but to leave it all to him.
If I stop now, the detective has failed.
I will not allow that to happen.
I will continue
with my own investigation.
Confidentially, of course.
I'll have to tread with
the utmost care and attention.
I'll also need to
employ a different method.
More meticulous.
The devil, as ever, is in the detail.
And I will catch this devil,
if it's the last thing I do.
Frances?
What is the meaning of this?
How dare you read
my private correspondence?
"My dear, Sir Leicester,
"it cheers my heart to know
that I will see you again soon.
"I have thought of you often.
"Yours, with great affection, Honoria."
(GASPS)
Come on, I ain't expecting cartwheels,
but you might crack a smile.
What about when he finds out
there's no money in that bag?
Well, the greedy old mumper
can taste his own medicine
for a change, can't he?
(LAUGHS)
Happy, ain't you?
Of course.
(LAUGHING) No. Bill!
(LAUGHING) Stop it.
Honoria!
I'll break the door down
if you don't answer.
HONORIA: Go away.
AMELIA: Stop, driver.
- FRANCES: Honoria, no.
- (HONORIA GRUNTS)
What were you thinking?
That you deserve better than Hawdon.
Oh, and what about the baby?
How were you planning to explain that
to Sir Leicester?
I don't know.
There was no great plan.
I was trying to protect my family.
Well, now, I'm protecting mine.
James and our baby.
- What about me?
- (SHOUTS) What about you?
Now, I'm going to be
with the man I love,
and there is nothing you can do
to stop me any more.
You jealous, bitter creature.
A bastard child with a peasant soldier.
Oh, yes. I'm so very jealous.
You are poison!
(GROANS)
It's too soon.
Frances, it's too soon.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(HORSE HOOVES CLATTERING)
(HORSE NEIGHING)
WOMAN 1: Heavens. Where?
WOMAN 2: Oh, my goodness.
WOMAN 3: This way.
MAN 1: Heavens.
MAN 2: No.
MAN 3: A body?
No!
(GASPS)
CHILD: He's dead?
BUCKET: Step back from the body, please.
Oh, Inspector.
Is this the same killer
as what finished off Mr Marley?
I'm not at liberty to give out
any information at the moment.
(CROWD MURMURING)
(DISTANT LAUGHTER)
- (SIGHS)
- (DOOR OPENS)
(TAP ON THE WINDOW)
(TAP ON THE WINDOW)
(SIGHS)
(HONORIA SOFTLY LAUGHS)
(HONORIA SOFTLY LAUGHS)
You can't stay too long.
Frances will be back soon.
I think she's fond of me secretly.
- Very secretly.
- (LAUGHS)
Well, I think she'll like you even more
if you get your promotion this morning.
Oh, it's mine for the taking.
Don't worry about that.
- You seem very confident.
- I am.
In fact, from now on, I expect to be
addressed as Major Hawdon.
- (LAUGHS)
- At all times.
Should I curtsey as well?
- Of course.
- Hmm.
I think I prefer my modest captain.
Well, how can I be modest,
when the most beautiful girl
in the world is in love with me.
(CHUCKLES)
JAGGERS: The banker's draft.
L10,000.
Your share of the brewery.
It's a very generous amount,
Mr Havisham.
You owe your sister
a great debt of gratitude.
I wasn't aware
the money came with any debt attached.
Of course it doesn't.
This is what you deserve, Arthur.
We want you to have it.
So you can finally be rid of me?
No, the very opposite.
Meriwether and I thought
this would build bridges between us.
Arthur. Arthur.
Arthur.
What's the matter? Aren't you pleased?
Now you can pay off your debts.
Or start your own business.
Do anything you want.
It's up to you, of course,
but if you'll consider
coming to live with us
it would make me happier
than you can imagine.
Live with you? And him?
Why not? I thought you were friends.
I understand it must be hard for you
to accept another man at Satis House...
That's not what I'm concerned about.
Then what is it?
Tell me.
Meriwether Compeyson.
I want you find anything and everything
you can about him.
Yes, Mr Jaggers.
Ms Barbary, is Honoria back yet?
No. Sadly, our dear aunt
is terribly sick.
I'd so like to speak with her.
Do you know how long she'll be?
What exactly is it that
you're asking me, Ms Havisham?
To estimate the date
of our poor aunt's demise?
- No, of course not.
- Then I shall bid you good day.
VENUS: Bruising to the eye and cheek.
Knife wound
to the ribs.
It's a different weapon.
Different style of attack.
Different killer.
Ah, the great detective at work.
Unfeasible is it,
that a man may be unfaithful
to his weapon of choice?
Inspector Thompson.
Bucket.
You're the talk of the town, man.
- And now I can see exactly why.
- Meaning?
Meaning that people are growing weary,
Detective. Lost faith, shall we say?
Weeks gone by and no progress.
Same man locked up day after day.
No charge. And now, of course,
another body.
This killing bears
no resemblance whatsoever,
to the murder of Jacob Marley.
- Now, if you'd kindly leave us...
- I hate to be the bearer of bad news,
but you're off the case.
I'm taking over. Commissioner's orders.
Time for different method, Detective.
Your favourite, from Garroway's.
I'll make a pot of tea to have with it.
Frances.
Thank you for everything.
What else would a sister do?
(SIGHS)
(CHUCKLES)
- Oh.
- I'm fine, Ma.
- He needs practise.
- Don't go too far, now.
I'm only walking Peter to the forge.
EMILY: Just be careful.
PETER: Hey, wait for me then.
(CHILDREN LAUGHING)
COMPEYSON: Nothing better
you can be doing with your time
than following me?
This has gone too far.
You cannot marry my sister.
I won't allow it.
Really?
- Whatever will you do about it?
- Tell your wife.
It's only a matter of time
before she discovers the truth.
Havisham, you know nothing
about my marriage.
Come to think of it,
you know nothing about marriage at all.
So, please don't bore me
with your empty threats.
Our arrangement is over.
In fact, I would count myself
very lucky if I were you.
What if Amelia
were to find out the truth?
Then she would find out
the truth about you.
We both know you're not that foolish,
Havisham.
(GRUNTING)
(GROANING)
Come on.
(GROANING)
MAN: Get your hands off me!
(GROANING)
One full confession
for the murder of Jacob Marley
and our unfortunate friend downstairs.
How about that, Detective?
Does that still stand even
when the man's been beaten
to within an inch of his life?
I've achieved more this morning
than you have in weeks.
If I were you,
I'd keep your snide remarks to yourself.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
We agreed you'd stay away...
Honoria is sleeping.
I'm not here to see Honoria.
It's you I want to talk to.
About what?
Don't play games, Frances.
Admit the truth.
You are a bitter, manipulative shrew.
Get out! Get out!
Oh.
I'm sure Honoria will be
thrilled to discover
what a brute she's tethered herself to.
And what of the discovery
that her sister is a bare-faced liar!
HONORIA: James!
How dare you speak to Frances like that?
What's going on?
After my interview,
I met with a colleague.
Sergeant George.
He came to this house weeks ago
and left a message with your sister.
It was an invitation
to meet with Colonel Mortimer,
who was intending
to offer me a promotion.
But the message was never passed on.
I have no recollection
of meeting a Sergeant George.
Liar!
You deliberately sabotaged my promotion.
Time to go.
Why so soon?
Another man's being charged.
(FAGIN GROANS)
You were wrong, Inspector?
I did what I thought was right.
You did it to stop me and Honoria
being together.
- I had your best interests at heart.
- It's unlikely that such a bitter woman
courts anyone's best interest
but her own.
Are you content to stand by
and allow this abuse?
If we could just calm ourselves.
I'll go, Honoria.
I don't want to upset you any more.
Why don't you come with me?
She can't go out in broad daylight
for everyone to see.
She'll do anything to keep us apart.
Can you not see that?
- James, stop.
- Come with me, please.
Be patient. It's just a few more weeks.
And hopefully I'll never have to
lay eyes on you again.
How could you?
That was weeks ago.
Before any of this.
The baby.
Would it kill you to say it?
You're my little sister.
All I want to do is protect you.
MRS BUMBLE: All right! All right!
I'm not deaf.
Mr Gradgrind.
Er, Mrs Bumble.
You quite took me by surprise.
A very pleasant one, I might add.
May I come in?
Two lumps for you, Mr Gradgrind.
Excuse me?
Sugar? Do you partake?
Er, no. Thank you.
Have you any idea
when your husband might be returning?
Oh, I'm sure he won't be
too much longer.
May I
tempt you to
some of my figgy dowdy?
Extra moist.
Mr Bumble.
Just seen your good lady wife.
Seemed all in a bit of a flurry
Looking for you, she was.
(CLEARS THROAT)
(CHUCKLES) Medicinal.
After that godforsaken scene
this morning.
Bill, you heard?
- Heard what?
- Fagin.
He's out. They arrested someone else.
WOMAN: Did she say Fagin?
(EXCITED MURMURING)
(DOOR OPENS)
I wasn't expecting to see you today.
A man can't surprise his fianc?e?
I missed you.
What is it?
Is something wrong?
Please, sit down.
(MR BUMBLE CLEARING HIS THROAT)
Flowers, for my flower.
Is something the matter, my dear?
You are the matter, Bumble. As always.
We received a visitor earlier.
Mr Gradgrind.
- Oh.
- Your interview was a disaster.
Oh.
Never before has the board seen
such a show of incompetence.
Bumble by name, bumble by nature.
Imagine my shame.
This afternoon has seen me plummet
to the depths of degradation.
A woman of my standing
begging,
pleading,
beseeching.
But, once again,
I have managed to salvage the situation.
You have?
My efforts have persuaded Mr Gradgrind
to put you through to the next stage
of the application process.
- (CHUCKLES)
- Your neck is on the line, Bumble.
Mess it up this time
and I won't save it.
I shall break it.
(SWALLOWS)
You're prepared to allow
you brother's bitterness
- to threaten our happiness?
- He's worried about me.
He's worried about getting his hands
on the estate. Not about your welfare.
For all I care, he can have
the entire damn Havisham fortune.
- Meriwether...
- What can I do to prove myself?
- All I want is to be your husband.
- Yes, but why rush into it?
- I know that's what people are thinking.
- Amelia.
- Lf you have doubts yourself...
- No.
Then to hell with everyone else.
I'm so sorry.
I have been a fool.
Well, yes. You have.
A huge fool.
Could you forgive me?
I'm going to buy you a present.
Something to wear on the day.
What do you need?
The only thing I will ever need is you.
Sometimes it just takes
a fresh pair of eyes.
Don't be too hard on yourself.
We're going for a little celebration.
Would you care to join us?
I think we've earned it.
No, thank you very much.
You let the old Jew go, then?
The case is closed.
I couldn't let him fester
without charge.
I'm not talking about
keeping him locked up.
Hang the wretch. It's not too late.
Much as I detest the man,
I won't let him hang without evidence
of his crimes.
Very noble, Detective.
Right now, some poor soul
is being robbed blind by him.
Are you sure you can't be tempted?
(MEN LAUGHING)
(DOG GROWLING)
(DOG BARKS)
BILL: Good boy, Bull's-Eye.
- (DOG GROWLS)
- BILL: Good boy.
Hello, Peter.
Why won't you greet your sweetheart?
'Cause she ain't my sweetheart no more.
TIM: Why not?
PETER: Because an honest girl
like Nell needs a gentleman
to take her places and buy her things.
That's what she deserves.
That's what I can't afford.
BILL: He's a bit wild, Fagin,
but don't worry.
I'll keep him on a tight leash,
so he don't sink his teeth in you.
Rest of the chinks.
For Nancy.
Count it.
I'm in no rush.
I trust you implicitly, Bill.
Here she is.
The daughter I never had.
You're leaving me, my dear?
NANCY: Bill?
Give us a minute?
BILL: Come on, Bull's-Eye. Come on.
(DOG GROWLING)
Now, what can I say?
First Dodger, now you.
Oh, that ain't fair.
You made your bed with Dodger,
you can lie in it.
Sorry, my dear.
I don't fair very well with goodbyes.
I'm hardly abandoning you,
for Pete's sake.
- I'll only be down the road.
- Not the same.
Yeah, well,
it'd be and odd life
if nothing changed, wouldn't it?
This is what I want.
To settle down and have a family.
- With him?
- Yeah, with Bill.
(SNORTS)
I love him.
You deserve better.
I didn't come here for your blessing.
If it weren't for you,
I'd be long dead.
Good or bad,
you're the nearest thing I've had
to a parent.
So, I wanna say thank you.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Take care of yourself, won't you?
Be careful, my dear.
Inspector Thompson is
a very aggravating man, indeed.
I'm impressed with your restraint.
Thank you very much, Mrs Cratchit.
They look delicious, as always.
Inspector,
is it true someone's been arrested
for the murders?
I suppose it's pointless to ask who.
Well, I'm afraid it is.
Penny for your thoughts, Mr Bucket?
You were right, Mr Venus.
Never let a personal grudge
cloud your judgement,
however immeasurable
that grudge may be.
Well, I've wasted precious time
on the most obvious suspect.
A childish error.
I leave that sort of crude approach
to Inspector Thompson.
So, what now, then?
A new investigation?
A detective does not give up so easily.
Forgive me, but
in light of the fact
that you've been removed from the case,
I can't see any choice
but to leave it all to him.
If I stop now, the detective has failed.
I will not allow that to happen.
I will continue
with my own investigation.
Confidentially, of course.
I'll have to tread with
the utmost care and attention.
I'll also need to
employ a different method.
More meticulous.
The devil, as ever, is in the detail.
And I will catch this devil,
if it's the last thing I do.
Frances?
What is the meaning of this?
How dare you read
my private correspondence?
"My dear, Sir Leicester,
"it cheers my heart to know
that I will see you again soon.
"I have thought of you often.
"Yours, with great affection, Honoria."
(GASPS)
Come on, I ain't expecting cartwheels,
but you might crack a smile.
What about when he finds out
there's no money in that bag?
Well, the greedy old mumper
can taste his own medicine
for a change, can't he?
(LAUGHS)
Happy, ain't you?
Of course.
(LAUGHING) No. Bill!
(LAUGHING) Stop it.
Honoria!
I'll break the door down
if you don't answer.
HONORIA: Go away.
AMELIA: Stop, driver.
- FRANCES: Honoria, no.
- (HONORIA GRUNTS)
What were you thinking?
That you deserve better than Hawdon.
Oh, and what about the baby?
How were you planning to explain that
to Sir Leicester?
I don't know.
There was no great plan.
I was trying to protect my family.
Well, now, I'm protecting mine.
James and our baby.
- What about me?
- (SHOUTS) What about you?
Now, I'm going to be
with the man I love,
and there is nothing you can do
to stop me any more.
You jealous, bitter creature.
A bastard child with a peasant soldier.
Oh, yes. I'm so very jealous.
You are poison!
(GROANS)
It's too soon.
Frances, it's too soon.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)