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I expect my nephew today.

Edwin will do you more good than a dozen medicine chairs.

So, my Jack, an opium eater.

I'm sorry about your father.

He died in action. No, mining accidents in Upper Egypt.

Mr. Neville!

I will have your weapon.

John Jasper is more than an uncle to him. He is a guardian and protector.

Your little rosebud's been picked by another.

You do know he loves you. He terrified me.

He pursued me.

What else are you not telling me, Jack?

Jack!

Lost some lead off the roof, too, sir. And the hands of the clock's all bent

twisted. Tell me what a night.

I must pray no lives were lost.

What?

What? What?

Rosa,

do you know what this minute was, is it? When did you last see Edwin?

Yesterday afternoon. Why?

You saw or heard nothing of him last night.

What has happened to Eddie?

He departed my house last night with Neville Lambert and he never came home.

Neville left at first light to walk by the coast.

Thank you, Mr. Wiggleton.

They will blame my brother.

They will punish my brother.

It's my fault.

Mine.

What are you?

Huh? A pack of thieves?

What have you done with my nephew?

I don't understand.

What have you done with him? How should I know? The bed would not have slept him

last night. He never came home, Neville.

We said our goodnight from the cathedral and I went home.

So you left him there alone? There's no danger in it.

He was restless.

He said he wanted fresh air and the smell of open water.

So he came down to the estuary?

The messenger brought a note which was addressed very personally to me, I see.

Mr. Hiram Grudges.

Being as I am, your assistant, I must be privy to all events of which you'll

agree there are precious few hereabouts.

And being as I am, your assistant, I dare predict there'll be a great deal

you to do today, sir, in the investigating and comforting line, and

requiring me to be of service in the organizing and catering line.

I am not so awkward that I cannot find my own sandwiches, thank you.

I follow you, sir.

Oh, but oh, sir, how I do hate the indoors. Oh, the hellish indoors. They

serve, Bazzard, who only hold the fort.

Take a trip to Doctor's Commons, if it please you, and take sight there of

Drood's last will and testament.

You don't know he's dead yet.

Edwin Drood Senior.

Ned!

Ned!

I was so sure we'd find him. Have courage.

He may have simply left, gone back to London.

Without telling me.

He'd never be so cruel. I'm not given to despair, my friend. My bright boy.

He seemed in agreement with me.

He seemed relieved, as I was.

But... Whereas if he is, she

made him unhappier than he admitted.

But he has brought himself to harm because of her.

He made no mention of a ring.

Jeopardy! What you got there?

Nothing! Aye?

There'll be some young lady somewhere crying her heart out over that. It's

Turtles don't entirely think so.

Have mercy upon me, O God, according to thy kingdom.

Pray with me.

Now, Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done. I cannot forgive those who trust against

In time. Any more than I can forgive myself.

Do not reproach yourself. You have nothing to forgive.

Anyone could see how you loved that boy. I did.

I did love him. Of course.

All these years I cared for him.

And I've come so strange.

I've taken him from me.

Let the monster that killed him hear my vow.

I devote.

myself to his destruction.

Mr. Jasper asserts a history of violent words and even physicals between you.

There was nothing ill -tempered in our meeting last night.

Nevertheless, while investigations continue, I have no option but to issue

warrant and commit you forthwith to jail. On what grounds? Circumstances

waged suspicion and the case has a generally dark look to me. No, no,

absurd.

I mean, sorry, Your Worship, I mean no disrespect, but...

No man can be accused of murder in the absence of a body. Will you not be

satisfied until they find my nephew's poor dead body? You twist my meaning.

please do not sacrifice your friendship on my account.

I can end this argument now as I could have done earlier had I told you the

truth.

I did not kill Edwin Drood.

I could never have killed Edwin Drood.

He is my brother.

My sister and I came here as orphans will to seek our father,

Captain Edwin Drude.

Mr. Jasper, we are kinsmen.

That vile and groundless allegation would mean that Captain Drude, the best

of husbands, betrayed his marriage vows to my sister.

With a native concubine.

My mother was a Christian lady. That was for shame!

Whether Mr. Landless is right or wrong is immaterial, surely.

If he believes Edwin to be his brother, then why would he want to harm him?

Angry, resentful, excluded, unloved and poor.

Everything Edwin had, he wanted and stopped at nothing, not even murder, to

it. Mr.

Sassi may feel a duty to public safety.

Indeed. Indeed I do.

Remanded in custody.

I give my solemn guarantee as a man of the law that the young man will be

confined to my house under my responsibility and I shall produce him

demanded.

You cannot send my brother away.

When did he plan to tell me?

Let us explain.

This year?

Next year, sometime, or never. We only thought to find the father that

us and throw ourselves upon his life. Upon his pocketbook, more like. Mark,

helpful. Fortune hunters.

Your mother was never Mrs. Drood.

No, sir.

So you have no document to prove the connection you claim.

Our mother was a Christine woman. Yes, sir, you said.

Who'd never told a falsehood in her life. A commendable trait, one she

pass on to her offspring.

Do not clench your fists at me.

Neville, go and get your coat.

Mr Jasper may accuse my brother for his own reason.

The poor man's beside himself with grief and fear.

No, sir.

Mr. Jasper is in love with Rosa.

If you can call it love, that raging, angry thing.

What?

Dear God, Mr. Chris Barkle, you have seen him with your own eyes, sitting at

your own piano, in your own house, devouring her with his looks.

Have you absolutely no shame?

Mr. Next.

He suffers, and I do my best to help him.

And you ask me to apologize for it.

And the poor boy hasn't even the mother of his own, of course.

I have one on long -term loan to him, it seems.

A very fine medicine chest among her attractions.

Ma, dear.

It might be the action of a friend, especially a kindly maternal friend, to

persuade him to depend on fresh air and exercise in his grief rather than on

laudanum. Perhaps you don't remember you were so young, but I do.

I remember when he came here to the choir school, that poor little boy,

years old and all alone in the world. He's not seven years old anymore.

Sept, dear Sept, can't you see how lonely he is?

Feel as sorry for John Jasper as you like, Ma.

But I forbid you to give him laudanum again.

You forbid me?

What century do you believe this to be?

No matter how many hours you spend studying that document...

I know my father's well off by heart, sir, and I know it will never change.

I leave my entire estate to my beloved and only son, Edwin.

The uniformed penny post is arrived.

Oh, the excitement.

Captain Drood would, alas, not be the first Englishman to father children in

foreign climes and then abandon them.

He was the first Englishman to do it to me.

Yes, Bazart.

Being as I am only your assistant and not permitted to leave this hellish

office, I have been forced to apply to the trustees using the penny post.

Trustees? Of the mission school in Trincomalee.

Which?

Auguste, gentlemen, confirmed that a certain Captain Edwin Arthur Drood began

regular payments to the school in the autumn of 1834.

I might be sure now he was 50 years old.

Oh, Mr. Drood, I know it's not proof, but this could...

But it is evidence, Neville.

Very suggestive evidence.

And ended in the summer of 1836.

He lost interest in us after only two years.

Perhaps it is simply that the regiment moved back to Egypt.

I need to know.

Schmitts and Grunewald, regimental archives are in Cloisterham.

Neville, you know very well that you cannot go back to Cloisterham.

Berthard, get your coat.

Speak to no one. In particular, keep your distance from Mr. Jeff. I could use

suede in him to avoid discovery.

You shall do no such thing. And the word is sued in him. Or employ the Scottish

accent I used as a schoolboy in my very well -received Macbeth. Hazard, go to

the archives.

Track Captain Drood's movements.

Speak to no one.

I follow you, sir.

Archive the new.

I do understand how the cravings can be very strong in such cases,

but... You suspect an element of pleasurable excitement in it.

Why else begin it?

To banish grief beyond endurance.

To reach total eclipse without all hope of day.

When you came to me last year about your pain... Oh, no man flies back to opium

from physical pain.

From what, then?

Blank and hopeless desolation.

And then for a while it brings dreams of paradise and unimaginable pleasure. I

have stood looking down into an abyss of divine enjoyment until a desolation

more blank and hopeless than before returns.

We must seek a way to break this slavery through prayer. Oh, there is no need,

dear lady, for my slavery is already at an end since my poor Ned.

Have my prayers been answered more quickly?

Most efficient. Thank you.

I shall miss you.

Your first youth is to your brother.

It was supposed to be you leaving me behind.

And in my wedding dress.

How long ago that seems?

It's landless.

Please, let me.

I can carry my own bag, sir.

But why should you when a friend presents himself as beast of burden?

A friend?

I wish we'd not quarreled.

Cloistering would have been very quiet without those landlesses.

It will do us well without us now, as if we had never come here. But, Helena,

then I would never have known you.

I do. I mean, of course, you and your brother. Both of you.

Um... You'll send him my best regards.

All aboard now!

Miss Langless!

Oh, run.

Thanks, sir.

Oh, this is all happening too quickly.

Reverend Fitzpatrick, kindest of men, so much kinder than we deserved.

Weeks without even a glimpse of your face while I waited patiently for your

summons.

Why should I summon you?

Back to my duties as your faithful music master.

I shall never play the piano again.

Never let those lovely fingers make sweet melody.

Nobody can see us.

Everyone's gone home for the summer.

Except little orphan Rosa.

But I will not touch you again. I'll come no nearer to you than this.

Sit, my love.

You wear his ring.

My mother's ring.

In his memory.

Dear God, I tried so hard not to love you.

I won't hear you. If you knew what visions tormented me, I have wandered

paradise and through hell every night, carrying you in my arms.

But as long as you were his, I stayed loyal to him. Every day that you pursued

me, every day you made my life hell, you betrayed him.

But he's dead. I never knew.

A trusting soul who loved you like a brother. He's dead, and you are free.

The heart is black as coal.

You will love me, Rose. I'd rather die, too.

Oh, sweet witch, then keep your love. I'll gladly take this pretty rage

If you could see yourself, Rose, in your panting hatred, you're more desirable

than ever.

You would take by force what will never be yours by consent?

But you will consent.

In the end, you will love me, Rose. How could I ever love a man whose spirit is

so mean?

His heart is so bitter.

He drove my friends away with false accusations.

You still defend Neville Landless. Your pursuit of him is like your pursuit of

me. Unfair and ugly and cruel.

Ugly and cruel.

Ugly and cruel. Am I that man?

Pretty little Neville Landless is entirely guilty of dreaming he can have

After his guilt and the death of my boy, I have wound the coil of suspicion so

tightly around him, it hardly matters if it be true or not.

Nor does it matter if you love me, Rother, or hate me. I no longer care.

Ugly and cruel, yet you have made me so, and you will still come to me. I will

not.

You refuse to save him. Well, then, Neville Atlas will have.

Say nothing to a living soul, Rother. I love you more than any man has ever

loved a woman, and you will never be ridden.

I will pursue you to the death.

What are you looking at?

Nothing has happened here.

I say... Excuse me.

This officer here, Captain Drood, I've discovered him leaving Ceylon and going

back to Egypt in 1836.

Then, a year later, there's a mining accident and it's listed as missing. But

when I try to cross -reference the accident report with the record of his

well, it's not there.

Our record is never wrong.

There's got to be a death in service record if he's dead.

If...

Hit him again.

I made a dent in his wall. Well, indeed, you've lamed him. You lie.

He lamed himself.

Show me where your choir master's house is.

I will not.

I'm going nowhere near him. Not ever again.

Not after he upended me here, damn near choked me.

Anyway, it's miles away.

Take me where the ruffian lives.

And I'll give you a penny.

No point, because he's not in.

Give me another and I'll take you to his landlord.

Your Worshipfulness.

What an honour it is for a...

Humble student of funerary architecture to come face to face with the Fonzette

Origo of such a piece of perfection.

The inscription composed by my own unworthy hands. And yet, strangers have

seen copying it down in their notebooks.

Stranger pause.

It is the language of Shakespeare.

Thank you, sir.

Mr...

The name's Datchery.

Dick Datchery. That's your most humble service. I have the honor, sir, to

welcome you to an ancient city, a proud city, an ecclesiastical city. Your

worship in it inspires me with a desire to know more and confirms me in my

inclination to spend some time under his beneficence way.

In which context, and after a woeful night at the dog and gun, I wonder if

might suggest somewhere I might stay?

Somewhere architectural and inconvenient? Somewhere cathedral -y?

Ruth? Don't let him catch me.

I never knew I was such a coward.

You are nothing of the sort.

I am.

But I think now that I was afraid to marry Edwin for fear I would never then

free of his uncle.

Now my poor Eddie is dead.

And it was all for nothing for I will never be free again.

Glad to hear you praise the Lord with such enthusiasm, Jasper.

I find I am much inspired since my bright boy's demise by thoughts of our

come in heaven.

For are not we sinners always knocking on heaven's door?

So you think Mr. Chris Barkham, if he were here, would release me from my

promise?

I do.

Not least because in rooms this small you can scarcely avoid bumping into

several times a day.

But Neville, she is in mourning.

In mourning for a good man and under attack from an evil one.

I would not dream of adding to her burdens.

Besides, she already seems more like a beloved sister to me now.

I have sent word to Miss Twinkleton that Rosa is safe with us.

And yes, Helena, I have requested she refrain from telling Mr. Jasper.

Ah, my dear, you have slept.

And now you must eat. Come.

What did you take last?

Was it breakfast, lunch, dinner, tea, or supper?

And what will you take next? Shall it be breakfast, lunch, or a nice jumble of

all meals?

Mr. Gorgeous, I have something to say.

The hardest thing I've ever had to say in my life.

Helena has told me of Mr.

Jasper's unwanted attentions. Oh, that's nothing.

Nothing can better the question to which those attentions give rise.

My friends, ask yourselves, please, as I've been forced to do.

Who on this earth had most to gain from the death of Edwin Drood?

Oh, Mr Jasper, thank heaven you've come.

Her bed knots clipped in, and this foolish me, taken in by a notice on the

Do not despair.

Oh, Mr. Jasper, can you find her? Can you bring our little rosebud home?

Then it was him that upset her. No!

Don't you slut! I'm not sweating!

Rosa, what is this foolishness? Come home with me now. You will come no

Who will prevent me?

There will be nothing!

Rosa, come now.

I'm not afraid of you, son. No, you terrify me. I am not afraid of you,

the threats you have made are empty.

You cannot harm my brother, because he is innocent, and you know it. It makes

difference now. Come, Rosa, my love. You should from your love.

Rosa is not afraid of me.

She's afraid of what's in her own heart. Look at her.

Look at the real Rosa.

Not the one of your dreams.

Tell me, what did she see?

A lover.

A monster.

A killer.

Look into your own black heart, John Jasper.

And tell me she's wrong.

Dear God.

So it was you.

Mr. Jasper.

What is this?

You should not be here. You have...

Poisoned her mind against me. Neither her mind nor her heart needed any help

from me, I assure you. That's true of me.

Mr. Jasper, you must learn to accept that when a lady says no, it is her free

choice. She is meant for me.

As it was her free choice to end her engagement to Edwin.

Ah, you did not know.

This young couple...

The lost youth and the lovely girl, though so long engaged and so close to

married, decided the very afternoon of his death that they would be happier as

brother and sister than as man and wife, and accordingly broke off their

engagement.

Are you alone here?

Worst luck for business, I am, dearie.

Come in where I can see you, for your voice is familiar.

Well, stranger.

And there was me thinking you'd died and gone to heaven.

You that died then.

Who's that you're mourning for?

I can't see you.

I can't remember.

Then you've come to the right place.

Because that's just what Princess Buff is here for.

Miss Twinkleton, please calm yourself.

Septimus, read this.

What? A message from Mr. Gugis.

Mr. Grood just sent me. On the narrowing of burglary.

He did not expressly forbid it.

He, of course, must insist on other things. As I must stay in the library, I

must talk to no one. And did you find anything in the library, Mr... The

Datcher.

Bazzard. I found the Royal Engineer's pensions record for Captain Grood. And,

sir... He has been picking it up for the last nine

years.

There's nonsense about it. He died in a mining accident in Upper Egypt.

Well, if he did, there's no record of it.

Either someone else is taking the money, or Captain Drew is still alive.

And that's just the old man's will.

I obtained a copy weeks ago. There's nothing in it.

He's crossed out Edwin's name.

Every time it appears.

Cool. He really hated him.

What's it hate?

What envy.

And where did he hide the body?

Bet I know.

Yes, I brought Mr Jasper down here a couple of days before the unfortunate

business with Mr Redwick.

I was telling him about the night I was enjoying my 40 winks when I was woken by

the ghost of one terrific shriek. What a creature!

Get out of here!

Deputy was right, Mr. Chris Barker.

So many hiding places.

There is no place in this cathedral that's hidden to doodles.

Dirtles is the keeper of all the keys.

Nearly all the keys.

Dirtles has had a loss perplexing him and preying on his mind, sir.

It's sorry to say that on the night he took Mr. Jasper on his tour, Dirtles

found himself in a state of intoxication, which makes him now wonder

the night he lost hold of... This one.

No, it was much bigger.

Oh, dear.

Ladies' worship's permission.

Good morning, Mr. Sabsy. Please make me dig up your dead wife on a foolish whim.

And what do you mean?

I've rehearsed it hundreds of thousands of times in this room.

I feel him fall like a snowflake.

Like a breath of sweet air falling so gently.

Things never turn out like we hope, do they?

What is this? That's not strong enough.

What next?

Shall we? What next?

Oh, poor, mean, miserable thing this is.

Oh, Rosa.

Oh, I... I thought I was dreaming.

How like your dear mother you have grown.

I made you sad.

I'm so sorry.

I can never be sad when I think of her.

Or look at you.

Did she know your feelings?

specimen am I to have hopes in that direction.

Lord, what a conversation.

Mr. Grisham, please tell me.

What is true love like?

True love is always written.

Oh, how we witter on when the dream's upon us.

Singing like a little canary bird all night long we was.

Sing some more.

What was that?

Tell me what you did.

Subtle, mighty opium. To the guilty man for one night gives back the hopes of

his youth and hands washed pure from blood.

Tell me what happened to him and I will go with you.

And there is no danger of any harm befalling my inscription?

Oh, none whatsoever, my dear worshipfulness.

I shall guard that priceless...

masterpiece with my life

deputy

go watch out for mr jasper's return i will not i'll give you a shilling

joking They'd have given you to persuade me to miss this.

You stay there.

Good day to you, Jack.

Well?

Nothing but the mortal remains of poor Mrs. Sabsy.

Detonation, yes, very helpful.

Get the other one out, then.

What other one? The one who found Mr. Jasper's death, stupid.

Doodles needs a closer look at that.

Had no cause to go inside there for years, but Doodles is not anywhere.

This is the keep of the Druid Tomb.

You hesitated the last.

I'm ready.

To say I planned it would not be quite right. The idea, the method, came to me

in a dream.

A nightmare.

Oh, no, no, no.

Edwin died night after night in dreams of perfect beauty.

You died, eh?

Here on the altar step where he would have married you taken the woman who was

meant for me taken my life unless I took his first Lord let me know mine end

What is it

down

there

His corpse was safe enough in the sapsi tomb until that fat fool made his

inscription carving.

A stranger. Poor stranger.

So I took the key and... I moved... I moved his body. I moved his poor body.

Something's wrong. It's not him!

What? I've got something.

Benjamin! You're in mourning?

For you?

I went early to Egypt.

As I did tell you, I might when you broke off our engagement.

And are there no post offices in Egypt?

Right for you. Why would I write for you?

I was so angry with you, I threw away that pretty ring.

If that person had just been dead nine years, I'd eat my hat and yours too.

My bet is he's been dead a bit less than one year.

And the ghost of one terrific shriek.

Wasn't a ghost after all.

Who is it, Jasper?

Why, sir, it is Edwin Drood.

The father.

Our father.

Ned's and mine.

It was common knowledge in Egypt.

The date of his birth was inconvenient, so my mother passed Jack off as her

little brother.

We all thought he killed you.

Jack?

Never. He loves me.

Eddie.

Even he thinks he killed you.

I have driven

so hard to remember.

And I... Remembered it all wrong.

Muddled them both up in my head.

Gentlemen, leave us, please.

On your own? With him? They're old friends, Mr. Jasper and I.

We'll get help.

No, don't alert anyone.

Mr. Jasper and I will do very well here together.

I have dreamed.

So much about killing Edwin.

And forgotten this.

Captain Drude's will left everything to him and nothing to you. I never cared

about the money.

Is there a circle of hell reserved especially for fathers who do not love

children?

There ought to be.

And as it stand next to the circle where eternal damnation awaits the man who

killed his own father.

God will forgive you if you are truly penitent.

For when the wicked man turneth away from his wickedness.

The wicked man.

The wicked man was a bastard boy of seven.

A boy of seven.

Sent away.

Sent away to learn to sing.

While a little fat, fair baby, a little fat, fair, legitimate baby

sucked up all the love in the house until there was none left over.

And yet, when Captain Drood died the first time in a mining

accident in Egypt,

So they said.

I agreed.

About a year ago, he came back.

Who's that?

Show yourself.

I'd come looking for Edwin.

Where is my bright boy?

If he had written, if he had given me any warning...

It's too late for me to deceive

myself.

I would have still killed him.

One kind word for me would have saved him. That old fool, Diddle, thought he

a cry of a murder victim. But the old devil uttered not a word. It was I who

cried out to the heavens at the loss of all my hope. There had always hope in

the Lord. Not for me.

I killed my father. But no matter.

For soon I will hang and all will be darkness and silence and blissful

forgetting. But where is Ned? Where is Ned's body?

I loved him, not me.

And together they robbed me of every happiness.

I'm here.

You see?

I've come back.

And I'm sorry.

I am so sorry. The old man was a monster.

But that was the only human creature that ever loved me.

No, look at him.

And so he haunts me.

And I am done.

Edwin, take Rosa outside.

No, no, no. I want to see Jack. I had to make everything well with Jack. Do as I

say. Is he up there?

Jack! We haven't done enough harm. Jack!

Jack, it's me.

I'm coming up. No, you're not. You're frightening him. He thinks you're dead.

He's my brother. I can help him.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Quick. You don't want to be here.

Get help. Get anyone. Run.

Jasper.

Jasper.

There's no need to be afraid.

Pray with me.

Pray with me now.

Choose the light.

Our father who art in heaven.

Jasper, won't you join me? Our father, who art in heaven.

Hallowed be thy name.

Hallowed be thy name.

Jasper! Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done.

No!

Edwin, who once was lost and now is found.

And to his new life in Egypt.

You're my brother.

My partner.

You won't regret coming with me.

They will forget us.

They'll be in trouble if they do.

They'll bring home exotic brides and cause consternation.

final toast to our older brother jack

and it's fond memory to the man

he might have been to jack

I was thinking... No, you... No, of

course not.

But I said yes anyway.

In South Riding.