♪ ♪ This is Dr. Edwards.

He found Mr. Scarlet.

♪ ♪ EDWARDS: He's had a cardiac arrest.

I'm sorry to say he has passed.

WILLIAM: I am attempting to improve my position, but there's a cabal of ex-Army officers above me.

You're facing prejudice in your chosen career.

What must that be like?

(glass shatters) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) (horse snorts) (train horn blows) WILLIAM: Assault and battery 318 incidents, fraud and forgery 612, street robbery 905.

Burglary and theft 506.

(inhales): Criminal damage... Good God, man, is there much more of this?

You asked for a detailed report, sir.

You don't have to take everything I say so literally.

Show some initiative.

This must've taken you hours.

Days, sir.

Just summarize.

Recorded crime has increased marginally over the last year, but our rates of detection have improved, particularly in the areas of murder and organized crime.

You see?

That's all you had to say.

Dismissed.

(exhales) Oh, and there's drinks later at the Brownlee for division heads.

It'd be useful to have that information, so you'll come along?

I'm sure, sir, that a man of your considerable ability doesn't need me to... That's an order, Wellington.

I assume you still wish to be promoted.

(clears throat) Yes, sir.

Then you will be at the Brownlee with your little facts and figures.

(exhales) Formal dress, obviously.

(door closes) No kilts.

(laughing) Gonna try it on for me?

Get out, Frank.

I do so love a gentleman in formal wear.

I'm not in the mood-- get out.

Could give you some pointers.

On what, how to dress like a vagrant?

Now you've hurt my feelings.

(chuckles) (door closes) (exhales slowly) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (exhales softly) FRANK: Calm yourself, woman.

(sighs): For God's sake, Eliza, not today.

It's not her, it's... (footsteps approaching) Inspector Wellington, I must speak with you right away.

I'm going out of my mind with worry.

About what?

It's Miss Scarlet.

She's disappeared.

(gun fires) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ IVY: I spent yesterday at my mother's place in Hackney.

I stay over there sometimes to help with her leg.

Gout.

Terrible it is.

They say it's only the rich what get it, but she hasn't got two pennies to rub together.

Yes, yes, that is all very sad, but, um, what's happened to Eliza?

I got back to the house this morning just after 8:00.

I called out for her, but there was no reply.

So I went into her room, and the bed hadn't been slept in.

Well, I'm sure she had risen early, and made the bed herself.

I've known that girl since she was five years old, and not once has she ever made her bed or tidied her room.

She can barely even cook.

I fail to see the mystery-- she'll be at work.

I went to her office.

It was locked up.

I asked around, and no one has seen her.

She's in trouble, Inspector.

I'm certain of it.

(sighs): I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation.

She's never done anything like this before.

She always lets me know where she is going, or when she'll be back.

I'm telling you, she's in trouble, Inspector.

(crying): If anything happened to that girl... (softly): Oh, God.

(sobbing) When did you last see her?

(inhales, sniffles) Yesterday morning.

She was leaving the house for a meeting.

A meeting with who?

RUPERT: Now, I must say, Inspector, I have...

I have never seen you look so smart.

He looks, uh... What, what is the word?

Stattlich.

RUPERT: Stattlich.

What, what does that mean?

Dashing!

Handsome.

Stattlich.

Once again, forgive the intrusion, but I wish to talk...

Sorry, uh, where, where are my manners?

I do, I do not believe you have been introduced to Miss Hildegard, who is Herr Hildegard's radiant niece.

(chuckles): Pleased to meet you, madam.

Now, gentlemen, I wonder if I...

Inspector Wellington is a... What, what is the German word for "detective"?

It is the same.

Detectiv.

Really?

HILDEGARD: Mm-hmm.

(laughs): Isn't that funny?

(chuckles): Yeah.

You will take a drink, Inspector?

No, I cannot stay long.

I'm here on behalf of Miss Scarlet.

Or rather, her maid.

I am... Miss, Miss Scarlet and I... How, how do I say that I am the sole investor in Miss Scarlet's detective agency, providing both financial support and on occasion, uh, advice on the more complex cases, how...?

I... (chuckles) Uh...

I understand that you had a meeting with Miss Scarlet yesterday morning.

Uh, yeah.

Yes and no, we... We were supposed to meet, uh, but when I arrived, she was in a most... agitated state.

"Agitated"?

Uh, a ball of nervous energy would be the best way of describing it-- uh, Ball nervös?

Yes?

Uh, she had made some kind of discovery.

Uh, did not elaborate.

And whatever it was, it was, well, clearly pressing, as she requested to postpone our meeting till later in the week.

I saw her as she was leaving.

She seemed in a tremendous hurry, and was, indeed, most agitated.

I helped her to find a cab.

A cab to where?

Do not talk to me about that woman.

She has given me nothing but trouble.

What time did she come here?

I've told her until I'm blue in the face that she is not welcome, but still she persists.

Do you know who was here when she turned up?

The city coroner.

How do you think that makes me look?

Mr. Potts, time is against me, and I'm struggling to control my temper, so before I do something that we both regret, just tell me when you last saw Miss Scarlet.

(slams pot down) Yesterday morning, quarter past 11:00, give or take.

She came waltzing in here at 100 miles an hour firing out questions.

Well, I had to insist she leave, since, as I say, the city coroner was here.

What questions was she asking?

You do realize that she threatened me, Inspector?

Hmm.

Not gonna tell you what she said, but it's not something a Christian should say, let alone a woman.

What... questions?

(sighs) She wanted to know all about smallpox.

How long the virus lingers outside the body, what precautions can be taken to avoid transmission.

I said although there are entire essays to be written on the subject, it was not a conversation to be had on a street corner.

But she insisted she had to know right away.

(sighs): Why?

She said it was a matter of life and death.

Although who knows with that woman?

I wouldn't trust a single word that came out of her mouth.

♪ ♪ (sighs) (crunching underfoot) ♪ ♪ (exhales) You are conflicted as to what to do?

(laughs) Why did you always do that?

Do what?

Give me orders, but pose them like a question.

(soft laugh) Because I learned very quickly that you needed to come to your own conclusion.

The conclusion that you always wanted to hear.

Oh, great minds and all that.

(laughs softly) Your daughter is causing me a headache.

You have my sympathy, William.

She caused me many headaches.

You both did.

God, I miss you, Henry.

Not as much as I miss you, my dearest boy.

(exhales) So, you will do your duty to me, and you will find her.

Yes, sir.

(grunts softly) (sighs) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (drops pencil) Woolwich Prison.

ELIZA: Help!

Help me!

(thudding) Somebody!

(thudding) Help!

(birds squawking) ♪ ♪ (watch fob clinks) (sighs): Oh, for God's sake, Eliza.

♪ ♪ Eliza!

Eliza!

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Eliza!

Eliza!

(exhales) ELIZA (distant): Help!

Help!

Where are you?

♪ ♪ ELIZA: William!

Eliza?!

I'm in cell 98!

What are you doing in there?

I'm locked in.

(laughs softly) What?

Why?

Just, just get me out!

William... William!

Yes!

I'm coming!

♪ ♪ (breathlessly): Oh, thank God.

I've been stuck here for hours.

The door slammed shut behind me.

What are you doing in there?

I, I'll tell you in a moment, just, um, look for my, my bag.

There are tools inside you can use to pick the lock.

ELIZA: Why are you dressed like that?

Would you like to talk about that now?

Or would you like me to get you out of there?

Uh, look for the, uh, tension wrench, you can use it...

Yes, I know how to pick a lock.

How did you find me?

You leave a trail of chaos wherever you go, Eliza.

It wasn't hard.

What are you doing here?

I found my father's old casebook.

This place was mentioned several times, including in his last entry.

(sighs): You remember he was missing for two days before he died?

Well, I assumed he was drinking or gambling, but now I believe he came here.

Yeah, I read some of his casebook in your office.

Long list of gambling debts and taverns that provide credit.

Look.

Woolwich Prison, the words "cell 99" underlined twice.

Hmm.

Cell 99.

I looked around and the cell numbers only go up to 98.

There must be another wing.

When you've freed me, we must go and look.

Eliza...

I cared for Henry, too, and I mourn him every day.

But he was erratic towards the end.

I hadn't seen him sober for months, and neither had you.

Well, I came in here to look around to see if there were any clues to cell 99 that I was missing.

One minute the door was open, the next it slammed shut.

I can't say for certain, but I think I heard footsteps.

You think?

Would it surprise you to learn that the walls of a prison cell are rather thick?

The place is deserted-- there's nothing here.

(grumbles, wrench clatters) Oh, I thought you knew how to pick a lock.

Would it surprise you to learn that prison doors are designed not to be picked?

Oh, here, here, give it to me.

Give it.

(sighs) (sighs): For God's sake!

There's all manner of filth and grime in this place.

Why are you dressed like that, anyway?

Well, I'm, uh, I'm due at the Brownlee Club in three minutes.

Thanks to you, I'll be late, and Stirling will have even less respect for me than he does already.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

Ah, it's probably for the best.

I hate being around Stirling and his cronies.

They're all ex-Army brigadiers and above, all from the same schools.

I try to hold my own with them over brandy and cigars, but, uh, well... You've got where you are on merit.

None of those men can say the same.

You've nothing to prove.

Stop being kind.

It's confusing.

Lord knows what he'd make of you.

Superintendent Frederick Aloysius Stirling.

Well, I'm sure I'll meet him soon enough.

(grunts): Won't I?

Yeah.

I mean... You have told him we've worked together?

Look, it's one thing him reading about you in the paper.

It's quite another thing... You still haven't told him.

(sighs): Look, I have a career to protect.

As do I.

Yes, for now, but it's likely that before long, you will find someone suitable, and nature will take its course.

"Nature will take its course"?

Yes, that is how things are.

I will be working for the rest of my life, whereas you... Nah.

What?

Get married, have children, and put all this nonsense behind me?

(laughs): How dare, how dare you, William?

What, how dare I put my plans on hold to follow you on a wild goose chase?

How dare I come and rescue you?

I would hardly call this a rescue.

Go on, go to your stupid club-- I don't need your help, anyway.

(wrench clatters) (both scream) ♪ ♪ (grunts, sighs) (straining, shouting) (muttering): Work together-- who does she think she is?

(exhales) (muttering) (grunts) (chuckles) (exhales) ♪ ♪ (heavy breathing) (grunts, inhales) (panting, grunting) Ah, come on, come on!

(grunts, lock clicks) (kicks door) Damn it.

(panting) William!

(keys jingling, footsteps approach) ♪ ♪ Who are you?

I said... who are you?

I'm the man with a knife.

Good to meet you.

(gun cocks) I'm the man with a gun.

Put it down and get on the floor.

ELIZA: William!

(grunting) ELIZA: William!

I know you're still here.

(grunting) Do not expect me to apologize.

You would try the patience of a saint.

(grunting) (yelling): William!

ELIZA (shrieking): William!

(murmurs) Shut up!

(bones crunch) (yelps) (sighs) (groans) (sighs) Enough's enough.

(grunting) (straining) (door yielding) (exhales) Finally.

(heavy thudding) William?

William?

(keys jingling, heavy footsteps approaching) William?

(footsteps approaching) (gasps) You were right.

There is someone else here.

We have to go.

Your arm.

Let me see.

We don't have time.

If you bleed to death, I'll be here on my own, come on.

Sit down.

There's a lot of blood.

Your hand, it's very swollen.

(winces) Can you move your fingers?

I think there's a bone broken.

How did you open the door?

Persistence-- you should try it some time.

(chuckles) We need to stem the bleeding.

(tools jingling) Take off your jacket.

No.

No, this cost me a week's wages.

Fine.

Eliza.

Eliza!

Then I will cut it off.

(groans) (grunts) (groans) Where is he, the man who attacked you?

He's hurt, too.

I don't know how badly.

He ran off, but I didn't see where.

Damn it!

What's that?

My watch-- it broke in the fight.

Was it expensive?

I don't know.

It was a gift.

Hurry up.

Who's it from?

A rich widow?

A young heiress?

Oh, no, no, I've got it.

An actress.

(sighs) No, it was your father, actually.

Really?

What was the occasion?

It was the day I was made detective.

Henry had been pushing me for years.

Encouraging me to apply.

(grunts): Quashing every objection I raised.

(exhales) You remember how he would wait for you to finish a long list of reasons before destroying them with a single sentence?

(winces) It was most infuriating.

Wasn't it just?

The day I received the news, I returned home and he was on the doorstep, with this.

On the back, he engraved "tempus fugit."

Time flies.

Yeah, he knew I had a tendency for procrastination.

Well, not today, I hope.

Come on.

♪ ♪ You owe me a dress jacket.

And a watch.

I didn't break the watch.

No, but I'm only here because of you, so it's your fault.

(grunts) (gunshot, Eliza gasps) Are you hurt?

No.

You?

That was unforgivable, I apologize.

I'm all right.

Did you see where it fell?

No.

I don't suppose you have another gun, do you?

No, do you?

I'm not going out there unarmed.

(gasps) William.

ELIZA: William, be careful.

I am being careful.

I would dispute that.

Must you disagree with everything that I say?

I'm sure that gate was open when we came up here.

You didn't close it, did you?

(gunshot, William grunts) Go, go!

In here!

(Eliza gasps, panting) (breathing shallowly) (Eliza panting) We can't just wait here.

I know.

He's stopped moving.

I think he's passed out.

I have an idea.

So do I. I'll listen to yours if you listen to mine?

Very well, go ahead.

We employ a pincer move.

Each approaching from opposite directions.

If he wakes and sees one of us, the other causes a distraction.

And when he turns to take aim, the person not in the firing line rushes from behind-- now your idea.

You stay here, I go punch him in the face.

With respect, William, that is... ♪ ♪ (wincing) See?

My plan worked.

(inhales sharply): I think you'll find that was a combination of both plans.

(metal jingling) ♪ ♪ EDWARDS (voiceover): He's not drunk.

He's had a cardiac arrest.

I'm sorry to say he has passed.

I've seen him before.

He was the doctor who brought my father home.

Sure it was him?

I'm certain.

(metal jingling) (brass knuckles clatter) Cell 99.

(door clattering in distance) The door on the upper landing's locked, too.

When I get this open, I'm going to find that cell.

No, you're going to come with me.

We'll get reinforcements and come back.

And then I'll be put back in my box and might never find out what my father was doing here.

You are coming with me even if I have to carry you out of here kicking and screaming.

You can try.

(groans): We don't even know if any of these are the right one!

There might be another way out.

It's a prison, Eliza-- they're not designed with multiple exits, and these damn things are coming loose.

Here, here.

Let me.

(exhales) At the very least, I hope you now believe me that Father was investigating something of substance.

I admit it's a distinct possibility.

And more than likely, he was murdered.

I promise you one thing.

Whoever did this to Henry, they will pay.

(man coughing) Our man's awake.

Who are you?

Untie me and I'll tell you.

You locked that gate.

Where's the key?

Untie me and I'll tell you.

You're bleeding badly.

You'll be dead within the hour if we don't get help.

Oh, help's coming, all right.

But not for you.

Right after I shut you in, I sent word.

Won't be long now.

That's why you should let me go before things get nasty.

He's bluffing.

Try the keys again, there may be a spare copy.

If they send who I think they'll send...

The things he'll do to her, doesn't bear thinking about.

Shut your mouth or I'll shut it for you.

This key fits.

(door clicks) But it's not moving.

(clattering in distance) What was that?

He's here.

You were right, by the way, miss.

There is another way out of here... And another way in.

(creaking) (thudding) (calling): Garm!

There's two of them now.

He's got a filthy temper.

Very violent.

Oh, it's not his fault, mind.

He had a horrible childhood.

(slow footsteps) By the time he was six, he was the size of a man.

His mother sold him to a traveling freak show.

Cried out for her morning and night.

Got so bad he was putting off the punters, so the owner, terrible drunkard, cut the poor boy's tongue out.

(gun cocks) Call him off or I'll put a bullet in him.

You'll have to find one first.

I shot the rest of them.

(gun decocks) You're a big bloke, handy with your fists.

Well, the one that isn't broke.

I'd say you'll last a good ten seconds before he snaps your spine.

(grunts) Kill them both-- start with the tart.

(key turns) William!

(Garm shouts) Now!

I've never run from a fight before.

ELIZA: This is no time for bravado!

(grunts) ELIZA: William!

(Garm shouting) (growling, yelling) WILLIAM: Had you not been there, I would've stood my ground and fought that creature.

ELIZA: I don't think this is the right way.

WILLIAM: And I think my right hand's probably broken.

William, I don't think any less of you.

You are one of the bravest men I know.

One of?

Does this look familiar to you?

It all looks familiar-- place is a damn maze.

You never came here when it was open?

Do you know how many prisons there are in London?

Well, actually, yes.

I've been reading rather vigorously on the subject.

This place was closed two years ago.

Because of a smallpox outbreak, yes, I know.

Don't worry, perfectly safe.

Smallpox... Can't linger that long outside the body.

Yes, I know.

But did you also know...

Yes, I know, whatever it is, yes, I know!

Now, can we just concentrate on trying to find a way out of here?

Yeah, of course.

Oh, but just to say that the smallpox virus can be reactivated on a hot day if the temperature reaches 78 degrees Fahrenheit, but I'm sure you already knew that.

Yes, yes, obviously.

(exhales) It's rather warm in here, isn't it?

(groans softly) (exhales) Anything?

Just another dead end.

I told you we should've taken that staircase.

♪ ♪ What are they for?

Oh, uh, fumigation.

When they cleared the prison, they put down poison to stop the rats from spreading.

I'm beginning to see the logic.

Abandoned building makes a perfect hideout, but what are they hiding?

When you come back with reinforcements, I'm coming with you.

No, you're not.

I'm coming with you!

I'm going to find cell 99 and discover what the hell is going on here.

You sure it's safe to be here?

Do you really want to know, or are you just changing the subject?

Both.

It's safe, unless you're a rat.

Poor things-- I can't abide cruelty to animals.

(chuckles): Your father was the same.

Do you remember when he shot that dog?

He was in pieces for days, hating himself having to do it.

What are you talking about?

(sniffs) Let's try that staircase.

I'm certain that's the way out.

(William clears throat) See?

Here we are.

You seem fairly certain it was Father who shot that dog.

Well, memory can play tricks.

(sniffs) Am I right in thinking you play cards with your friends for money?

Because you should know, you have the most glaringly obvious tell.

You sniff whenever you're about to lie.

(exhales): Your family dog, the one that got run over by the carriage, didn't die instantly.

Henry had to put it out of its misery.

What?

I'm sorry, I, uh, I know how fond you were of it.

I remember comforting you at the time.

Comforting?

For the hundredth time, it was just a kiss.

One that I seem to remember you enjoyed.

(chuckles): Oh, I, I cannot have this conversation again.

WILLIAM: Finally, we agree on something.

And I am coming back here.

NATHANIEL (in distance): Help!

Help!

Help me, please!

Give me a hand, sir.

Hurry!

Here.

I'm in here.

What the hell is this?

NATHANIEL: Help me!

He's in here.

(whispers): William.

♪ ♪ Give me the key.

(panting) Please, don't hurt me.

Uh, I'm Eliza Scarlet, this is Detective Inspector Wellington.

Oh, thank God, thank God.

I didn't know if you were them.

I heard you come in.

Then I heard the lady's voice.

(drops table leg) What are you doing here?

They made me.

I didn't want to, but they made me.

These are bills of exchange.

They forced me to make them.

They said that if I tried to escape, that thing Garm would rip me limb from limb.

How long have you been here?

I don't know.

(stammering): Three months, I think.

Can't say for sure.

What's your name?

If you want our help, we need to know who you are.

Nathaniel Caine.

These are as perfect forgeries as I've ever seen.

I take it that's your profession.

Retired.

I've done me time.

I told them that.

I said I wasn't interested, and I, I wasn't going back inside for no one.

I had no choice.

Who are they?

You have to promise me that I won't go back inside.

You have my word.

(gunshot echoes) We got to go, they'll kill us all.

(gunshot) WILLIAM: The Woolwich force are on Greenhill Place.

If we get to the main road, then there might be someone on patrol.

I'm not going back to prison.

The gun's empty, Nathaniel.

(grunts) Nathaniel!

♪ ♪ Nathaniel, stop!

Nathaniel!

(gun fires) (grunts) (gun charges) I'm a police detective.

Shoot me, and you will have all of Scotland Yard hunting you day and night.

You'll also have a bullet in your chest.

I may not hit you with the first shot, but I will keep pulling this trigger until one of us is dead.

♪ ♪ (Nathaniel gasps, coughs) Thank you.

(Nathaniel coughing) Go and get help.

I'm not leaving you.

(exhales): He may not have long!

(panting) (sighs): Keep applying pressure to the wound.

I'll be back soon.

(panting) (groans) (both panting) I can...

I can see him in you.

(exhales) He had a kind face, just like yours.

(coughing) Who?

(exhales) Your father.

(coughing) You knew him?

(gasps) (wheezes, coughing) Nathaniel.

(gasps) (wheezes) (exhales) No.

(Eliza panting) (Nathaniel wheezing) (gulls calling) (indistinct chatter) (camera tripod clanging) Thank you.

No sign of the gunman or those thugs who attacked us.

My men are searching the other wings, but it's more than likely they've made their escape.

And, uh... Nathaniel?

How is he?

On his way to hospital.

The bullet missed any major arteries, so there's every chance he'll live.

Good, I must speak to him as soon as possible.

Eliza.

(exhales) He knew my father.

I have to find out why.

How much is here, do you think?

Tens of thousands of pounds?

I haven't seen a forgery on a scale like this before.

And to keep a man hostage for that length of time, these are serious people, Eliza.

Which is why we should waste no time in tracking them down.

Why are you staring at me in that way, William?

Look, I, I do not want to argue anymore, merely to state some deductions based on the balance of probabilities.

Oh, stop being so reasonable.

Make your point.

It's very likely that these men were responsible for your father's murder.

They took the trouble to make it look like a natural death and to bring his body back home.

The home where you still live.

I'm not afraid.

I know.

I will keep you informed of every aspect of the investigation.

(sighs) I will even seek your counsel.

But you need to leave this to me now.

Henry would never forgive me if anything happened to you.

This is not a matter for discussion.

(exhales) You will have police protection until the threat is over.

FRANK: Duke.

We found something.

It's... not something a lady should see.

(scoffs) She can cope.

(indistinct chatter in distance) One bullet apiece.

That must've been the shots we heard.

Was he the one that shot the forger?

No, that was someone else.

I'm sure of it.

So who were they, then?

Why kill them?

Punishment.

For what?

For not killing us.

(inhales) I must apologize for my appearance, sir, and for missing the drinks.

I spent last night at a crime scene.

So I hear.

Quite the haul, so I believe.

Yes, sir.

We estimate the forgeries to be in the region of 68,000 pounds.

Good God.

Mm.

And there's most likely far more.

The man we found at the scene, Nathaniel Caine, had been there for months.

Now, a, a criminal gang such as this will act quickly once they know we're onto them, so we'll need to work around the clock.

Very good.

(clears throat) You remember Henry Scarlet, sir?

(snorts softly) The drunk.

The former detective inspector, sir.

I believe that his death may be linked to this same criminal gang.

As such, I have ordered protection for his daughter Eliza.

That damn woman.

Running around London making a fool of herself.

(exhales) Does she really need our protection?

She does.

Very well.

That'll be all.

There is one more thing, sir.

Eliza Scarlet was the reason that we made this discovery in the first place.

She has, in fact, helped me on several occasions in the solving of other crimes.

(exhales) ♪ ♪ I'll find them.

I'll find them, then they'll hang.

HENRY: I hid that casebook for a reason.

I knew if something happened to me, you'd come looking for answers.

What would you have me do, let them get away with it?

Let William and his men do their jobs, Lizzie.

What if they... What if they miss something, some... vital clue, however small?

You've done enough.

But now you're being reckless.

You're risking your life.

You've shown how capable you are.

You don't need to die to prove the point.

I'm not proving anything to anyone.

Lizzie... Stop calling me that!

I'm a grown woman!

(knock on door) How was Stirling?

(exhales): Oh, you know, the usual.

(exhales) I don't think I'll be getting promoted anytime soon.

Any news on Caine?

He'll live.

Surgeon removed the bullet and, uh, some threads of clothing.

No sign of infection so far.

Don't think he'll be up for talking, though.

Oh, he'll talk, believe me.

We'll go to the hospital in the morning.

In the meantime... (grunts) We need to find his prison records.

(inhales) Was there anything else?

The doctors told me that Nathaniel was talking when they brought him round.

Delirious stuff, mostly, but he seemed quite clear on one thing.

He kept saying... "He's coming for me, he's coming for me."

Could it be that creature, the giant?

No, it's some Jamaican.

Goes by the name of Moses.

♪ ♪ (knock on door) You're late.

There's two armed police out the front.

I had to lie low.

Then I shimmy over a wall and come round the back.

Are you sure they didn't see you?

Get me everything you can on this man.

His name's Nathaniel Caine.

(man shouting in distance) ♪ ♪ (door opens) ♪ ♪ What do you want?

(panting) (muffled shouting) (grunting softly) (grunting stops) (click) ♪ ♪ WILLIAM: We have one lead to go on, the Jamaican-- find him.

Why the interest in Moses?

Don't you understand the danger that you're in?

I'm not staying the night at your house.

Think of my reputation.

Since when did you care about your reputation?

You've taken a shine to this woman.

WILLIAM: My concern is purely professional, sir.

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