Miss Scarlet & The Duke (Miss Scarlet)

Eliza.

Whether I like it or not, I leave for Glasgow at the end of the week.

But, ever the optimist,

I have decided to view it as an opportunity.

I would go so far as to say it is a golden opportunity, William,

when I which I know you will flourish.

Our loss is Glasgow's gain

Scotland isn't so far.

It is a mere few hours on the train.

If there is ever an investigation that takes me up there,

I will surely come and visit.

And whenever I have the need to be back in London,

you will be the first on my list to call upon.

This is isn't goodbye, but...

Goodbye for now.

You have a visitor.

Inspector Wellington has arrived already.

It's not Inspector Wellington.

I'm curious, Mr. Nash,

given our last meeting when you attended to blackmail me.

Miss Scarlet, please.

My intention was not to blackmail, but rather persuade.

What is it you want?

I have a new proposal to make.

Make your proposal, which I will turn down.

And then you can leave

I have a surplus of cases.

You have a deficit.

Each month I turn away work

whilst you tout for business in a market that views you with suspicion and disdain.

I'm surviving.

But are you thriving?

If I would hire you to work these cases, you would double.

Possibly treble your income.

Let me be clear so we don't have to have this conversation again.

I will never work for you.

You already have.

What?

Your adultery case last month.

The Sanderson family.

I sent them your way, as I have done

with several other clients who required a feminine touch.

You are a liar.

They did not occur to you

that you've become rather busy recently.

I don't need your charity.

Wasn't charity.

I charge them a finder's fee.

So, what do you say?

And I'd urge you to consider my proposal carefully, given the forthcoming change

in your circumstance.

What are you talking about?

Your inspector friend is leaving London.

You have no ally in Scotland Yard.

Don't share their resources or indeed hire you.

I'm sure he's offered to senior praises to whoever succeeds him,

but we both know how that will play out in reality.

Have you finished?

Miss Scarlet,

I find myself in unchartered waters here.

I'm more used to using the stick than the carrot.

However, for some incomprehensible reason,

you make me want to be a fairer man,

a more honest man.

We could have carried on throwing you cases, receiving my finder's fee.

Yet here I am.

Now I have finished.

Underhand, conniving and insulting to boot.

The man's reputation as well as head.

But he offered you more money for doing the same job.

You think I should work for him, don't you?

I think you should find a nice man and get married.

But I'm trying to make the best of a bad situation.

I thought you didn't like whiskey.

I don't.

Of course, I'd rather be

thriving than surviving.

Had hoped to expand the business,

have a larger office, employ a full time staff.

You say staff.

It's one thing working on your own.

To be in charge of a group of men.

Why shouldn't a woman be in charge? We have a woman on the throne.

Not when I was a girl, we didn't

Look

I know you to be capable.

And although I'd sleep easier had you taken a different path.

I'm still very proud of what you have achieved.

But perhaps now isn't the time to make any further change.

You're much in your mind with Inspector Wellington leaving.

It's clearly been worrying you.

What makes you say that?

Because it's not often you have the need to talk to yourself in the mirror.

I let him in.

Before we dining

I wanted to give you a present.

It's a parting gift of sorts.

I didn't know you can sew.

Oh, Ivy.

Why she saw the mess of the first set that she insisted.

Well, thank you.

Eliza, whether I like it or not

I leave for Glasgow at the end of the week.

But ever the optimist... No, you're not.

Pardon?

An optimist.

You always say that.

But we both know you don't want to go to Scotland, so let's not pretend.

Well, that was my rehearsed speech.

Well, I haven't rehearsed this, but

I'm going to say it anyway.

Am I going to need more whiskey?

I have a proposal William.

I would like to offer you a job.

Is that a joke?

I never be more serious in my life.

My god Eliza.

I mean, just when I think that we understand each other,

I can no more comprehend how your mind works in a kind of complete stranger.

I'm trying to help you.

You don't want to leave London.

Oh, so this is about pity.

I've told no one other than you that I'm being forced to leave.

I had hoped to salvage some pride.

Yet you would have me going for a detective inspector.

Scotland Yard to what?

Well, you're your assistant.

No. Assistant? No.

I don't know what we call it.

I haven't thought it through. Clearly.

I mean, the notion I would work for you.

My business is already up and running.

I have an existing reputation. And I don't?

Of course you do.

You learn of the respect throughout the city,

which would bring in infinitely more clients.

Oh, no, I understand.

No, I understand.

This isn't about you helping me.

This is about you and your ambition.

Just as always is.

I think I should leave before I say something I regret.

You mean you haven't already.

Morning Inspector?

How was the packing?

Fine, thank you.

Well, I hear from my man in Glasgow.

The weather is unseasonably clean at the moment.

That's be welcome news. Is there something that I can help you with, Sir?

Well, I have the commissioner coming in at any moment, so I'll make

my business brief.

Young Fitzroy will lead the next case that comes in.

Supervise him, but let him head it up. To give him some experience

when he still has you in hand?

I'm not sure that's a good idea.

I say its so it is so.

Yes, sir.

You have something to say, Detective Fitzroy?

It's just that

it was my father who requested I step up.

It is not the superintendent fault, so I'm sure he would much

rather not be in the situation in the first place.

You are one of his finest officers.

That will be all, Detective.

Sir, forgive me for prying, but I'm surprised at your decision to leave.

I understand it is a promotion, but surely it will not be long

before you are offered similar here.

I said that will be all. Yes, sir.

Hatty?

Are we arranged to meet?

Sorry. This isn't a good time.

My caunt is waiting for you inside.

But I've yet to unlock the door.

You gave me a key, remember?

In case I had to alter your plants.

I don't have any plants. Very well.

I found my cousins Becky and kept it.

What does your aunt want?

Find a husband for my niece.

A simple task for which I paid you handsomely.

And one which I fulfilled.

You have given me the names of numerous gentlemen, and I have provided backgroundchecks

on all of them. And found none eligible.

One might almost think you are finding fault deliberately.

But I will give you the benefit of the doubt.

This is a new list.

The most comprehensive to date.

I'm sorry.

I can do no more.

And I will say this

because Hattie will not.

Perhaps she does not want to marry a man of your choosing.

She wishes to marry of love.

Miss Scarlet.

Because of you, my one and only child has moved to another country.

Do not assume you will have the same influence over my niece.

She will marry.

And when she does, she and her husband will live in my house.

They will look after me in my old age.

Because if not this, then what life is it?