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seems to have escaped you, Inspector.

She got herself lost,

Mr Michael. I knew it.

Poor, poor girl.

Mrs Bryant, I'd be obliged if

you didn't use that expression.

There's nothing poor

about Laura. There she is!

Come on, ladies and gentlemen!

I'm waiting for my fianc.

He should be here in a moment.

Laura?

Michael!

Oh, my love, at last!

Oh, it's been a year and four days,

and the four days were the longest.

It'll never happen

again, I promise you.

- Welcome home, Miss Laura.

- Oh, Nanny Bryant.

Now I now I'm really home at last.

My father couldn't make it,

due to "pressure of business".

Your poor father.

He works too hard.

Things have changed. He's now

a follower of this man Freud.

He calls himself a psychoanalyst.

Now, now, you two.

You're not married yet.

Mrs Bryant has orders to keep us

in sight until we're married.

I'm to stay at my club.

- The carriage, Miss Laura.

- It's Pleasants!

How nice to hear your voice again.

Drive slowly, so that Michael can

relate to me all that is happening.

We questioned her, Doctor, but

she's no memory of the murder.

None at all?

A complete withdrawal?

I see.

Get us out of here! We're starving!

We're not certain it wasn't

too much for the girl's mind.

With Ms Golding gone,

who'll look after her?

It'll be the streets for

her, like so many others.

Come in, dearie, why don't you?

Come and see how royalty live.

Only half a crown.

Perhaps as a doctor,

I may be able to help.

She'd be grateful, Doctor.

Want me to put on a show

for the doc, Inspector?

- Come for Little Miss Muffet?

- Come along, you lot.

Move away there.

Dirty b*tches have taken

her clothes, Inspector.

Right. That's enough. Let the

gentleman through. Stop that!

Don't you do that to me.

You'll get your turn. Watch it!

What have I said?

Anna?

Do you remember me, Anna?

Yes, sir. I remember you.

Hey, what about one

of us, then, eh?

Belt up, you lot! Not so

much of it, you hear?

Do you know where

we're going, Anna?

I don't know, sir.

We're going to my home.

I'm going to look after you from

now on. Would you like that?

No, you'll be quite safe.

There'll be no more seances...

with you playing the ghost.

No more gentlemen calling on you

in the middle of the night.

- You'll lead a very different life.

- Will I work in the kitchens?

No, Anna. No.

I have a perfectly fine, cook,

housekeeper and a maid.

All you will have to do is to learn

to become one of the family.

- Family, sir?

- Yes.

Muffins! Muffins!

We're here, sir.

Here we are. We're home.

This is where I live.

Thank you, sir.

Do you approve?

Oh, yes, sir! It's beautiful!

Well, let's go in.

This will be your room, Anna.

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