♪ ♪ We can discuss the Lewis case.

(exhales) Let's not discuss work in our personal time.

I cannot cross Inspector Blake.

But why?

Because I can't.

Eliza, what has changed?

Everything!

ELIZA: Clarence knows about us.

He guessed.

It's only a matter of time before everyone finds out.

This relationship with Inspector Blake is a long time coming.

I just don't want everything I've worked for to be for nothing.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (pounds ceiling) Thank you.

Hup!

(keys jangling) (lock turns) (horse neighs) (lock turns) (exhales) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Miss Eliza Scarlet.

Mr.

Moses Valentine.

It's just Moses.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Given it up.

What brings you back from Paris?

I've been in town a few days.

An unexpected job came up.

I did come to see you when I first arrived, but you weren't here.

I was at the seaside visiting a relative.

I know.

I spoke to Ivy.

Or should I say Mrs.

Potts?

You see what happens when you go away.

I had dinner with them.

They seem happy enough.

Although that man does not draw breath!

Barnabus does like to chat.

(exhales softly) From your unexpected job?

Things have become difficult.

That's why you're here.

I take it it's no coincidence, then, that I come home and you turn up a few minutes later.

I need your help.

I'm listening.

The inspector at Scotland Yard.

Blake, is it?

(inhales) You trust him?

Why do you ask?

I've not had the best experience with the police, but there are things I need to share with him.

Well, let's start with me first-- what's going on?

There's no time-- he'll be here any minute.

What do you mean?

I'm in trouble, Eliza.

I need him to vouch for me.

Do you trust him?

Yes or no?

(exhales) (knock at door) Alexander.

BLAKE: Good evening.

I was working late when I got your telegram.

Is everything all right?

(door closes) I didn't send you a telegram.

What?

I did.

♪ ♪ MOSES: I moved to Paris a while back to work for a private detective by the name of Patrick Nash.

Do you know him?

Only by reputation.

A somewhat checkered one, as I understand it.

I helped him set things up in Paris, but the deal was, I'd go out on my own after a couple of years and set up my own agency.

And that's what I did.

It's a big city, there was room for both of us.

I take it you know what happened to Patrick when he returned to London.

I do.

Last I heard, he was released from prison and had a one-way ticket out of London Docks.

I don't know where he was headed.

Yes, you do.

You can trust Inspector Blake.

(breathes deeply) He was meant to sail to Australia, but he changed his mind on the way.

He stopped off in Madagascar for a while, then Hong Kong, then Singapore, where he was running a casino.

(chuckles): Of course he was.

He'd send me postcards.

He'd never say who they were from, but I knew it was him.

Things went quiet for a while until a week ago.

He wrote to me again, said he had a job for me in London.

(inhales) And there was someone he wanted me to meet.

(lock turns) (grunts) Venezuela!

Interesting.

♪ ♪ (footsteps approaching slowly) Morning.

Mr.

Nash said to expect a visitor.

That'll be me.

Would you kindly confirm your name?

You know who I am.

I know who I'm expecting, but given that we have never met, you could be anybody-- name, please.

Moses.

Can you prove it?

Can I what?

Due to the nature of the task we have been asked to perform, I am duty-bound to check your identity.

(sighs) He said you'd be like this.

"If Clarence starts being irritating... ...tell him you know where he hid the McKenna file."

Where did I hide the McKenna file?

(chair creaks) 77B Dickinson Square.

I can't believe he told you that.

(sighs) Very well.

(breathes deeply) Would you like me to prove my identity?

Just tell me the job!

Fine.

As you may be aware, um, Mr.

Nash has been traveling the globe in search of business opportunities.

His travels have taken him far and wide, and he now finds himself in Venezuela, where he is running a diamond mine.

A diamond mine?

At first, it seemed that it would be a waste of time.

The only thing they dug up was rock and clay.

But after much backbreaking work, they found a huge uncut stone estimated to be nearly 100 carats.

A 100-carat diamond?

And he's bringing it to London?

Mr.

Nash decided it would not be in his best interests to come in person.

You may be aware of the unfortunate circumstances involving a Lord Campbell and a certain Dylan Cooper.

One wants to put him in jail, the other wants to kill him.

Precisely, hm.

So, the diamond is being brought over by a third party.

And who might that be?

I'll tell you on the way.

Come along.

Apparently, Mr.

Nash has a business partner who owns the other half of the mine.

This partner is currently on a ship that docks in London this very day.

With the stone?

With the stone.

(lock turns) We are to go to the diamond merchants of Hatton Garden tomorrow and sell it to the highest bidder.

I am to arrange the financial side of the deal and you are to provide security.

And as such, I will need you to present me with a detailed overview of your plan.

Who put you in charge?

Mr.

Nash.

Show me what he said.

Yeah, well, he, he didn't actually say it, but he implied it.

(scoffs) All right, fine, well, I assumed it.

If that diamond is 100 carats, there's going to be a lot of interest, and not just from legitimate buyers.

It's going to be dangerous.

Very dangerous.

Which is why we need a detailed plan and one person in charge.

And that should be you.

Well, I'm no stranger to this kind of thing.

(scoffs) You're an accountant!

My role has expanded in the past few years, not just with Mr.

Nash, but with Miss Scarlet, too.

I now offer a broad range of services.

Oh, really?

Yes, really.

(breathes deeply) These days, I know the streets as well as the balance sheets.

(carriage approaches) Hello!

Excuse me-- hello!

Hello!

All right, fine.

(whistles loudly) (horses neigh) Where we headed?

(horse nickers) (door opens) (people talking in background) ♪ ♪ (door opens) What's that for?

(door closes) It's for Mr.

Nash's business partner, so he can find us.

You don't know what he looks like?

There was no description in the letter in case it was intercepted.

Mr.

Nash asked me to wear this handkerchief in my pocket so that I could be identified.

I just wish he'd chosen a more salubrious venue.

It's a good place to meet.

People here mind their own business.

Well, this pub has a notorious reputation.

Not a problem for a man who knows the streets and the balance sheets.

Are you mocking me?

Yes.

Never mind.

(chuckles) (softly): How much do you think it's worth, this diamond?

Well, it depends on the color and the clarity, but my guess is several tens of thousands.

This business partner of Nash, he's bringing it over on his own?

That's three weeks sailing if he's on a steamship, stopping off in different ports along the way.

That's a lot of trust.

Mr.

Nash knows what he's doing.

Picks his partners with care.

He wouldn't go into business with someone unless he was sure of exactly what they were capable of.

(door opens) FLORENCE (loudly): Mr.

Pettigrew?

Mr.

Valentine?

(conversations stop) (door closes) Mr.

Valentine.

Is there a Mr.

Pettigrew or a Mr.

Valentine in... Oh, there you are!

Oh, thank goodness!

Oh, excuse me.

Thank you.

(chuckles) (quietly): Sit down!

(softly): Sit down.

I'm so glad I found you.

Whew!

My heart is banging away.

I wasn't sure whether you'd be in here.

Are you Patrick's business partner?

Guilty as charged.

Florence Dodds-- pleased to meet you.

(whispers): Well, you didn't have to shout out our names.

You could've just looked for this.

(softly, gasps): Oh, I completely forgot!

Sorry.

My nerves are shot to bits.

(loudly): Three weeks on board boat with a 100-carat diamond!

(laughs) (softly): Keep your voice down!

FLORENCE: I'm sorry.

Sorry, yes.

Patrick's always telling me that.

I just keep forgetting-- I've a memory like a sieve.

(stammering) Just in case this is some horrible coincidence, we are talking about Patrick Nash?

Not some other man called Patrick?

Oh, no, yes-- of course Patrick Nash!

We've been in business together since Arthur died.

Arthur?

My late husband.

He owned this diamond mine.

Hm.

Passed away last June.

That's why I'm dressed like this.

I'm still in mourning.

But Patrick, Patrick's been so kind.

Mm.

He's offered to help me run the mine and take care of everything.

Yes, I can imagine.

(people talking in background) Is it in the bag?

Hm?

(loudly): Don't be so daft!

As if I'd come into a pub like this with an uncut diamond in my bag!

(both grunt) (Florence laughing) (softly): Yeah, we're just... (laughing softly) (softly): Where is it?

It's in my hand luggage.

And where is your hand luggage?

Outside, in the cab.

No, no, no, no, it's okay!

I've, I've asked the driver to keep an eye on it!

It's all right, just... Sorry!

Ooh!

(laughs) ♪ ♪ (exhales) Tell me it's still there.

(exhales) It is.

FLORENCE: It's all right.

They're with me.

Thank you for waiting.

Here we go-- see?

No harm done.

(softly): You need to be more discreet, Mrs.

Dodds.

(loudly): Florence, please.

So, what's the plan?

Shh!

(quietly): I'm sorry-- sorry.

What's the plan?

You're to stay with Mr.

Pettigrew tonight.

Then, in the morning, we'll look for a buyer.

Ooh.

Mm, staying at your place?

Hope you're going to be on your best behavior.

(pounds cab, sighs) (laughs shrilly): He just... I assure you, madam, you will be quite safe.

(chuckles) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Ooh!

What a lovely place, Clarence!

(Clarence chuckles) Can I call you Clarence?

If you must.

Um, you can stay in the spare room at the back.

Look at all these beautiful things.

What's this?

(exhales) Oh, uh, that is an arithmometer.

It's a mechanical calculating device.

That's an original.

(chuckles) Made by Thomas de Colmar.

Very nice.

Yes, please don't touch it!

FLORENCE (gasps): Sorry.

Sorry.

(laughs) Oh, you remind me of my late husband.

He liked everything arranged just so.

(chuckles) Till his eyesight started to go, poor old soul.

Still, he had a good innings.

86 when he popped his clogs.

(chuckles) Right!

In the back, you say?

Yes, yes.

She's a liability.

She's not the most discreet courier I've ever met.

I suspect she and Mr.

Nash may have more than just a business arrangement.

Oh, you think so?

Hm.

I'll take the diamond somewhere else tonight.

Just to be on the safe side.

Well, the jewelers open at 9:00 at Hatton Garden, so best be here by 8:00.

I'll be here by 7:00.

(Florence humming) (sighs) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (inhales) (exhales) (sighs) (exhales) (clock chimes) (Moses snoring softly) (rustling in background) (clock pendulum swinging) (rustling gets louder) (rustling continues) (glass shatters) ♪ ♪ (rattling doorknob) Hey!

(glass breaks, Moses yelps) ♪ ♪ What are you doing?!

I said, what are... (man whistles loudly) Who are you?!

(exhales, hisses in breath) Damn it!

♪ ♪ Hey!

♪ ♪ Damn it!

There's a hole in my office wall?

They came through the empty building on the other side.

I ran round, but by the time I'd got there, they'd gone.

I spent all night looking for them, but no luck.

BLAKE: Is that why you've called me here?

To report the theft of the diamond?

(scoffs): There's a lot more to it than that.

(people talking in background) ♪ ♪ Clarence?

(Clarence moans) ♪ ♪ (sighs) They ransacked the place.

I tried to tell them the diamond wasn't here.

I think they believed me eventually.

What time was this?

Uh, just after midnight?

So, they come here first, then found me.

You tell them where I was?

Absolutely not.

I didn't say a thing.

I was too terrified to utter a word.

(breathes deeply) They must've been following us.

Did you see anyone follow you when you got off the boat?

I am not an idiot.

I talked to no one.

Apart from Cornelius, but he wouldn't hurt a fly.

Cornelius?

Cornelius?

Another passenger.

We got talking one day on the promenade deck.

Three weeks is a long time!

I was bored out of my mind!

What did you talk about?

Him, mostly-- he was a lovely man.

From Amsterdam.

Oh.

The men who tied us up had accents.

I could have sworn they were Dutch.

♪ ♪ When did you last speak to this Cornelius?

We said goodbye when the boat docked in London.

His brother was waiting for him.

Oh, he was a funny fella, tall, with an eye patch.

♪ ♪ That's the man I saw.

(exhales) The man who no doubt now has our diamond.

(breathing deeply) ♪ ♪ It is not my fault!

Yes, it is!

Yes, it is!

I'm getting dressed.

(exhales) (breathes deeply) A one-eyed Dutchman shouldn't be too hard to find.

The diamond is uncut, so the thieves will most likely seek an expert to help them value it.

Someone who bridges the gap between the legitimate and the less legitimate sides of the jewelry business.

And I know just the man.

As do I. Um, with respect, you have been out of London for some time.

I still know people in the diamond trade.

Oh, such as?

Anton Lyko.

In prison.

Harry Stein.

In America.

George Kane!

In prison in America.

(sighs) Have you seen my veil?

That dress draws too much attention!

You'll have to wear something else.

I'm supposed to be in mourning.

Well, surely you have something a little less conspicuous to wear.

♪ ♪ CLARENCE: And you're sure that's the most inconspicuous dress you have?

How many times?

Yes!

Where are we going?

To see my friend Mr.

Czako.

He'll be able to help us.

I still don't understand why we just don't go to the police.

Well, surely you went through this with Mr.

Nash.

If we declare the import of a valuable item, such as a diamond, that valuable item will be liable to custom and excise duty.

We tell the police, we get less money.

Why didn't he just say that?

(sighs) (laughs): Don't think Mr.

Valentine likes you.

It's just Moses.

Oh.

♪ ♪ No, I've heard nothing.

If you'd just let me explain a little more, Mr.

Czako... I'm busy-- I have customers.

It's an uncut diamond from Venezuela.

LADY JENKINS (chuckles): It does.

(Florence laughs) Is she with you?

Mm, no, no, no, no, that won't do at all.

Makes your neck look fat.

(gasps) I'm afraid so, yes.

Um, we believe it to be in the region of 100 carats.

She's upsetting my customers.

FLORENCE: Why don't you try something that doesn't make your skin look so blotchy?

LADY JENKINS: Excuse me?!

Madam?

If you're not buying anything, then please leave.

LORD JENKINS: Yes, I think that would be the best.... FLORENCE: You remind me of my grandmother.

She had the same problem with her leg.

Why's he staring at me?

(chuckling): He does that sometimes.

Um, if I could leave you my calling card, then perhaps you could contact me if you hear anything?

I want all three of you out of my shop, now.

♪ ♪ (door opens) He knows something.

If he knew something, he would have told me.

He's lying-- I can see it in his eyes.

So, what do we do now?

♪ ♪ Leave this with me.

I'll see you at the office.

Hm... (coin clatters) You hungry?

It's perfect, Lady Jenkins.

Mm.

It brings out the color in your eyes.

And might I also suggest... Mm... Oh!

No-- no.

Come on in, gentlemen!

No, no, no, no!

They can't be in here!

MOSES: It's cold outside.

They've come in here to eat.

They might be some time-- there's a lot to get through.

(stammers): Lady Jenkins-- Lady Jenkins, please!

Go, go after them!

Yes!

Tell them to leave!

Now!

I could ask them, I suppose.

If you tell me about that diamond.

I told you, I haven't heard of it.

Then I'll bring them back here every day for breakfast... ...lunch, and dinner.

They got plenty of friends, too.

(exhales) All right, fine.

I did hear something.

♪ ♪ Half the jewelers in London know about that stone.

They're all on the lookout for it.

Our friend Mr.

Czako didn't know where it was or who has it.

But he told me one thing.

And it's troubling.

What?

He's known about it for weeks.

Weeks?

I only got off the boat yesterday.

He said he first heard about the diamond coming to London on March 27.

His mother's birthday-- that's how he remembered.

That's the day I got on board the ship.

And there are telegraph wires all across the Caribbean and the Atlantic.

A message could've been sent to London in seconds.

♪ ♪ Who else knew you were coming to London, apart from Nash?

For the last time, no one!

Look, I don't know what's going on, either.

I wish I'd never got involved in any of this!

(gasping): Oh, I need some air.

(exhales) ♪ ♪ Do you trust her?

No.

(breathes deeply) We spent the rest of the day going round every jeweler and diamond trader in London.

They'd all heard of it, but none of them had seen it.

ELIZA: Moses, your hand.

It's nothing.

Let me see.

(exhales) (Moses exhales, Eliza inhales sharply) (breathes deeply) It needs cleaning and a fresh bandage.

It's nothing.

If you bleed on that rug, you'll have Ivy to deal with.

(exhales) Or worse, Barnabus Potts.

Very well.

If he moans about me, arrest him.

(exhales) Is this where you order me to leave and tell me she doesn't need this kind of trouble?

Why would I do that?

(sniffs) Just a guess, based on past experience.

Mm, from what I hear, you've helped her out a number of times over the years.

She talks of you often.

Good things, I hope.

Mostly.

(chuckles) (inhales) How is she?

Well, I believe business is going well.

She has many cases, not just from Scotland Yard.

I meant is she happy?

I'm not the best person to ask.

Yes, you are.

♪ ♪ I have eyes.

But I'm a man who keeps his observations to himself.

Thank you.

Yes, she's happy.

At least I hope she is.

(chuckles) (footsteps approaching) Here we are.

Not only bandages, but a tincture of iodine.

One of the benefits of living with Barnabus Potts: the medicine cupboard is always well-stocked.

Carry on.

(inhales) We spent all day asking around about the diamond, but we didn't learn anything new.

So we went back to Clarence's lodgings.

That's when things went from bad to really bad.

I'm going to lie down.

I'll make us some food.

You can cook?

I used to work in the kitchen in prison.

(door closes) It was either that or hard labor.

(gasps) ♪ ♪ Oh, my God!

MOSES: What is it?

Well, surely Mr.

Nash told you I spent time in prison.

Cornelius.

The man you met on the ship?

(whispers): He's got something in his hand.

There's a, there's a dead body.

He's in my lodging-- oh, this is bad, this is very bad.

♪ ♪ Well, why would they kill him and leave the diamond?

'Cause they're trying to frame us.

(object slams outside) (people running) (talking in background) (exhales) Is there a back entrance to the building?

Yes, why?

We need to go.

Now!

(gasps) (dog barking) (people talking in background) ♪ ♪ FLORENCE: Hm.

This place will do for tonight.

I know the landlord.

(door closes) He'll keep his mouth shut.

CLARENCE: So would I, if I owned this place.

There were rats on the stairs.

I don't know what's worse, the fact that I'm now a fugitive or that I'm about to sleep the night in a room infested with my worst nightmare.

(breathing deeply) ♪ ♪ (diamond set on dresser) What is going on?

And do not insult us by saying you don't know.

♪ ♪ I'm no widow.

Patrick Nash and I met at the horse races in Singapore.

We hit it off immediately.

We're both very good at parting rich people from their money.

You're a confidence trickster.

(sighs) I'm a businesswoman.

Patrick and I teamed up together and we traveled the world.

We ended up in Venezuela, where he won the diamond mine in a game of cards.

Well, the owner, he couldn't wait to get it off his hands.

He hadn't found anything in years.

I thought it was a waste of time, but Patrick, he stuck at it.

And six months later, we dug up a 100-carat diamond.

The luck of the Irish.

Well, the plan was to get on the next boat to London and sell it, but word started to spread.

Whole area full of diamond-hunters, including a gang from Amsterdam.

(exhales) The men who robbed us?

We knew someone would tell them, so we hatched a plan.

Two diamonds.

One real and one fake.

This is the fake.

(scoffing) A skilled dealer could tell the difference, but only under close examination.

To the naked eye, it looks completely real.

So, after they robbed us, the gang must have spotted it was a fake and killed this Cornelius as a punishment.

♪ ♪ On the boat over, I let Cornelius see this fake one in my bag-- accidentally-on-purpose type thing.

I needed to look stupid enough to do something like that, so hence the merry widow act.

♪ ♪ When the boat docked in London, he pointed me out to his mate with the eye patch, and I knew they would rob me at some point.

So, where is the real diamond?

I gave it to Edmund.

Who's Edmund?!

FLORENCE: He was posing as the cab driver.

He met me off the boat.

It's all right.

They're with me.

FLORENCE: I kept the fake diamond in my hand luggage and slipped the real one into Edmund's hand.

See?

No harm done.

The plan was for Edmund to lay low for a few days until the coast was clear.

We thought by the time the Dutch gang had got back to Amsterdam, realized it was a fake, well, we'd be long gone.

So, why didn't you tell us what your plan was from the beginning?

Patrick thought the fewer who knew, the better.

(inhales) So, if this Edmund has the real diamond, where is he now?

He was meant to send me a telegram of where and when to meet, but I haven't heard from him.

And you've no idea how to contact him?

Not a clue.

(inhales) This Edmund wasn't really a cab driver.

Florence knew he rented a horse and carriage, so we went round every cab rank near the docks.

After a couple of hours, we found a cabbie who shared some information with us.

After some financial persuasion from Clarence.

Some hefty financial persuasion.

I bet Clarence wasn't happy about that.

No, he was not.

So, what did this cab driver tell you?

That he loaned his ride to a man matching the description of Edmund.

He said, when Edmund returned the carriage, he asked the cab driver to drop him at a pub called the Fisherman's Friend.

A pub with lodging rooms above it.

(door opens) (people talking in background) (door closes) Well?

The landlord said he left early this morning.

Something must have happened.

Edmund would only divert from the plan if he was being followed.

Or he double-crossed you.

I have an idea.

Edmund would never double-cross me.

For this kind of money, anyone would.

So, my idea... You don't know what you're talking about, Mr.

Valentine.

I know enough.

He's my father.

♪ ♪ Didn't know that, did you?

Does anyone want to hear my idea or not?

What?

What?

You said he meant to send you a telegram.

You two head back-- I'll investigate.

(door opens, bell rings) (door closes) (people talking in background) ♪ ♪ (people talking in background) Sorry.

(sighs) If I'd been straight with you from the beginning, we could have come up with a contingency plan.

Yes, we could.

Patrick said I could trust you.

But I hadn't met you, so I couldn't be sure-- you would've done exactly the same.

(inhales) Patrick Nash doesn't trust anyone.

(exhales) (chuckles) Not even his sons, hm?

(both chuckle) But he trusts you and Clarence.

And her.

Her?

Eliza Scarlet.

(clears throat) What's she like?

(chuckles) He goes on about her so much, about how clever she is.

(exhales) Is she very beautiful?

She's just Eliza.

Nash and Eliza are good friends, nothing more.

Thank you.

Moses.

(door opens) (blows out) (breathes deeply) (softly): Edmund sent a telegram to the office.

It was signed for by a tall gentleman with an eye patch.

Well, what did the message say?

Grenville Street Market, 5:00.

So we know where to meet him.

Mm.

Problem is, so do they.

♪ ♪ Grenville Street Market is a stone's throw away from Hatton Garden.

It's a busy area.

A good place to meet and hand over the diamond.

My father's a clever man.

He's a dead man if we don't get to him first.

Our Dutch friends will be waiting for him, too.

We've five hours before the meet.

Any suggestions on how we get the diamond, save Edmund's life, whilst avoid being killed ourselves?

(sighs) First things first.

We need to blend in.

And be less... Conspicuous?

(sighs) Clarence, how much money have you got left?

♪ ♪ (people talking in background, chickens clucking) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (church bell striking hour) (goat bleating) (bell rings fifth time) (bell stops) ♪ ♪ (diamond clinks) Run.

♪ ♪ (yelps) (grunts) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Ah-hah!

(yelps) (grunts) Help!

Police!

Help!

Help!

(police whistles blowing) Help!

Police!

Help!

Help!

♪ ♪ (both grunting) Get off!

Get your hands off her!

(both grunt) ♪ ♪ (Moses grunts) Ow!

Right!

Come here!

OFFICER: Move out of the way!

(people yelling in background, chickens clucking) You have it?

♪ ♪ This all happened today?

(inhaling) The Dutch gang were arrested and taken to Bow Street.

Where's Clarence?

At a boarding house with Florence and her father.

He can't go home.

There is the small matter of a dead body that was found in his lodgings.

Which is why you sent for me.

(sniffs) I need you to vouch for him.

And for me.

And what of the diamond?

You sold it?

♪ ♪ FLORENCE: A satin parasol from Paris and a fan made from finest lace.

Ooh, and perhaps one of those little French poodles.

(chuckles) So sweet.

And definitely a new hat and gloves-- silk, of course.

And a carriage.

My own driver, obviously.

Oh, and a telephone for Patrick.

He knows all about them.

And you?

What will you spend your cut on?

This and that.

What does that mean?

It means what it means.

Patrick was right, you're a man of few words.

Words get you into trouble.

(inhales) Well?

How much?

I warn you, we will go elsewhere if you insult us with anything less than its market value.

It's a fake.

♪ ♪ It's a good job for Nash that he's 3,000 miles away.

When I get ahold of him... And Clarence isn't happy, either.

He spent a fortune on bribes, mourning dresses, and hiring actresses to wear them.

(inhales) Why would Nash give you another fake diamond?

(sniffs) Maybe there never was a diamond.

Maybe someone swapped the real one for a fake on the boat.

Either way, it's been a waste of time!

Gosh.

I wish I had known all about this, especially what happened with Clarence.

But of course, I've been away at the seaside.

Southampton's very pretty this time of year.

Full of visitors, so I was lucky, really, to find a small but clean hotel with a sea view.

(inhales) I took in the air, walked the length of the pier, and then went to the port to watch the arrival of a steamship.

It had just crossed the Atlantic from Caracas in Venezuela.

♪ ♪ There are two ships that arrive from that part of the world each week.

One goes to London, the other to Southampton.

Which is where I met Patrick Nash.

(exhales) And, uh, that's when he gave me this.

♪ ♪ A 100-carat diamond.

With legal documentation and full provenance.

I'll be going to Hatton Garden tomorrow to sell it on behalf of Patrick and his business partner.

They will take the lion's share, but Clarence, myself, and, of course, you, Moses, will receive a large fee.

Patrick asked me to apologize on his behalf for the deception, but he said you'd understand.

(chuckling) Only when I see the money.

Well, I'd be most grateful if you'd accompany me to Hatton Garden tomorrow.

I'll have to check my diary.

♪ ♪ You are astonishing.

She is indeed.

Thank you.

I think.

(champagne cork pops) To Patrick Nash.

OTHERS: Patrick Nash!

(chuckling) Well, that'll have to be fixed.

Or we could buy the premises next door and knock through.

Please, Eliza, let's not make any rash decisions.

I've had enough excitement to last me a lifetime.

I got a boat to catch.

I'll see you out.

Moses, it's been a pleasure to work with you.

(door opens) Likewise, Clarence.

(chuckles) FLORENCE: Any message to Patrick when I see him?

Oh, I have plenty to say to Patrick Nash, but for now, just send him my regards.

♪ ♪ I wish you could stay a while longer.

We've hardly had time to talk.

Not that you ever tell me anything.

(sighs) I'm going back to Paris to be with my wife.

She's expecting a baby any day.

That's why I've given up drinking.

You have a wife, and a baby on the way?

Why have you not told me this before?

You never asked.

(chuckles) If you need me, this is where to find me.

Careful with it.

There are people who would pay good money for that information.

Right.

Miss Scarlet.

Mr.

Valentine.

Eliza.

Inspector Blake.

Just in time for a glass of champagne.

I can't stop for long.

The Dutch police are on their way.

Apparently, the thieves are wanted in connection with a whole raft of other crimes in Amsterdam, as well as the murder of their colleague here.

Well, even more reason for a glass of champagne.

What?

I assume the elderly aunt you were supposedly visiting doesn't exist.

You assume correctly.

Don't you trust me?

Of course I do.

Then why lie?

Well, client confidentiality.

You of all people should understand that.

That champagne is getting flat.

Come along.

♪ ♪ (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.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ IVY: Who's that from?

Someone rather surprising.

I want to hire you.

CLARENCE: So I assume this case is highly confidential and no one must know.

If we're to be together, you can't keep hiding things from me.

Put your weapons down!

You're stepping on my toes!

Come on, we need to work together on this, Charlie.

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