It is two in the morning. Vastra veils herself and begins to exit the taxi.

Jenny makes movement to follow.

Vastra sits back down, "This is a dangerous man. You stay here."

"That is funny to hear from my wife. We are in this together." Jenny pushing Vastra out the door.

"If you must, stay close to me." Vastra looks into her wife's eyes, "Please."

"The same goes for you."

Vastra and Jenny confidently walk into The Betsey Trotwood in Clerkenwell London.

The pub is full with questionable men of all shapes and sizes. Vastra turns to the barkeeper, "I am looking for Otavio Handley."

"Never heard of him."

"I am looking for Mr. Otavio Handley."

Barkeep and turns his back while cleaning a pint mug, "Get lost."

Vastra is now irritated. She releases Jenny's arm, reaches across the bar and picks up the barkeep with one hand. He is completely off the floor. The entire pub is at Vastra's attention, "I honestly hate repeating myself, let alone a third time. Please point out Mr. Otavio Handley." She places the barkeeper down gently and awaits his reply.

"Nobody here by that name here."

"I am here. Come join me." All eyes shift to the back of the pub as there sits Charles Sabini. Charles Sabini the leader of the Sambini syndicate which has an extensive police and political connections including judges, politicians and police officials.

Jenny grabs Vastra's arm and they walk with airs to the back of the pub. Mr. Sabini keeps talking, "My apologies. There are some who like to hide behind names and those who hide behind veils. Only close family and friends call me by my birth name. You are?"

"I am Madame Vastra, and this is my companion Jenny. We are in need of your services." A large thud hit the table.

Charles Sabini picks up the bundle and flips through the stack of sterling notes."What do you want me to do?"

Vastra plainly says, "Bring someone to court."

Charles Sabini, "When? Where?"

Vastra gives instructions and leans down to Charles Sabini, "We will send similar stack of notes directly when the job's accomplished."

Charles Sabini shakes Vastra's hand in agreement and yanks her close to his face. All friendliness and jovial drained from his face, "The great detective better make an appointment next time. If not, I will shoot you myself. I don't like unexpected guests. I will not repeat myself." He unclasp her hand and sits back down.

Vastra nods. Vastra and Jenny leave the pub and get into their taxi. Jenny tells their driver to return home.

Vastra sits back and looks to Jenny, "I am glad you demanded to go with me. It will make the ride home more pleasant."

Jenny smiles and lays her head on Vastra's chest, "You are a such a liar. Your heart is going a mile a minute."

Vastra pulls Jenny close.

The day of the trial and Mrs April Saint Clair takes her seat. In the rear of the courtroom stands Vastra and Jenny.

The magistrate speaks, "We will wait for this John a few more minutes ... "

April stands, "If I may make a case?"

The annoyed magistrate, "No."

The audience boos. The magistrate bangs his gavel. "A few more seconds, please." The courtroom attendees look towards the second-hand of the clock slowly work its second hand around. As soon as it has reach twelve their attention is back to the magistrate.

The magistrate mumbles "Postponed for two more days" and bangs his gavel. He gets up and leave the courtroom leaving a stunned April.

April collapses in the chair. Jenny goes to April, pull her up and says with all cheerfulness, "We have another idea."

"I must go to Fiona."

Vastra and Jenny returned to 13 Paternoster Row. Vastra runs up to her study and comes back down shoving a stack of banknotes into an envelope. She quickly writes a letter and sends their driver back to The Betsey Trotwood.

"Let him believe we have no need of his services due to a job well done. I do not want a criminal boss to be our enemy."

"But his men did not complete the job."

"How can you tell?"

"Obviously, John did not come to court."

"So you believe that the men did not try to bring in John?"

Jenny ponders for a moment, "Do you believe Weeping Angels in an eye could send men back in time?"

"We know the myths of Medusa and Grandmother's Footsteps simply truth hidden in plain sight."

"Now what?"

Vastra opens a drawer and opens a small box; it is John's hair she pulled out on Sunday night.

"What are you going to do with that?"

"I have an idea," Vastra turns to go to her laboratory taking a leap to the first landing. Vastra turns back to Jenny, "Would you be a dear and make some tea and join me?"

Jenny bows and looks up with her devilish brown eyes, "Anything else Madame?"

Vastra as she smacks her lips, "Something sweet," and continues to her lab.