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- Suicide, it appears,

- There's a Yank in town.

Photograph collector of some sort.

but the bodies were posed in the exact same position.

This here is Bushrad Whacker.

- All right, Harry.

- Picture of a fella lookin' like

I'll buy it.

he'd been tortured for the camera,

- Gentlemen, Molloy is one hell of a photographer,

wrists slit, then snuffed out.

and there's big money in ghost photography in America.

- You took a photograph from that album,

- You can use one of my old cameras.

And I think I'll come along with you.

had a little private showing.

- The fake photographs you stole

from that party you were not invited to.

- Eva Lambert, a very well-known medium.

- Charney.

To the dead.

The Communist punks.

- Show yourself to us!

- Nancy, I see that you've met Percy.

Nancy.

Lovely name.

- Make this stop, you witch!

- Well, the girls 'round here don't really dress like that.

- It's a disguise.

Murdered in front o' the camera.

But how could an animal such as this

- We're frauds, Molloy.

know his way around a camera?

Nancy, I saw--

I just can't fathom it.

You took their album

- Something happened here, didn't it?

- I trusted something I shouldn't have.

- What's this?

A black rose.

- Ye didn't see that train comin',

I think you may have caught my heart off guard.

but I did.

- Can you see those faces?

- Fred.

The lad should've been checked thoroughly

for concealed weapons.

- He was, but...

- So are you responsible for the poor job,

or was it Farrelly?

- All right, Roper.

What have we got?

- It was me.

- A suicide.

- And?

- You should know better.

- Alright, but look.

- He's recently widowed,

Charney was found in an identical position

can't go on without the missus.

So he ends it.

as the two suicides that I'd mentioned

It's tragic but it makes sense.

in my report.

- There's only so many ways you can kill yourself.

- Strange of him not to put a bullet in his head.

- And nobody on duty saw anything strange last night?

Huh?

Considering the state of these walls.

Seems like they were in plentiful supply.

- Nothing in the report, except for a Communist

- Oh yeah.

They make you wonder all right.

dying in our custody,

and seeing as it was a Communist

- Seems like a right little gathering they had here.

who didn't need to be in our custody,

we could have had a much quieter report, couldn't we?

- There was a man spotted running from here

- Look.

shouting to himself, seems agitated.

It's the photograph we found on him last night.

Sounds like that American you had me tailing.

Looks like McKlein, doesn't it?

Suicide, I mean, or so we thought.

- Why do you have Farrelly tailing some American?

I believe he was brutally tortured, photographed,

- Because I had a report

that an American called Whacker

was collared in Liverpool for trading

and then killed.

in obscene cabinet cards,

- Come on, Fred, this is just parlor tricks.

and I trust Farrelly to do a tolerable job,

- No, but look at the wounds.

They're consistent with the other suicides.

if that's the real point of your question.

- What's this?

- Whacker is a known associate

Black rose.

of both Cannon and Emil Chorney.

Was that on McKlein when you found him?

- Oh now, Harry, don't you be jumping

- Huh?

with the mad conclusions and all.

Any chance of a smoke, Mary?

Can we not just work with what we have?

- Oh, Jesus.

I'm not sure.

- All I know is that a group of well-known associates

- McKlein was in debt.

drop like flies, and I don't think it's a coincidence

The whole town knew that.

that's dropping them.

And this Charney was a desperate character by all accounts.

- Think I'm onto something here.

- You are getting young lads like Farrelly excited

with this talk of big cases.

- Big cases grow out of small talk.

- Look, Freddy, me boy,

you're only in G Division a few months,

and you want a big case.

Your name in the Times, rising up the ranks.

I get it.

But this is not the boglands.

This is Dublin, heart of the British empire.

How many changelings and pookas

do you see roaming the streets?

Leave that old banter to the Fenians.

We deal in facts.

Proof.

- If I can prove this is real,

will you have a word with Mallon

about putting me on the case?

- Come on, Fred.

We have Republican agitators getting bold as brass,

- Why are you both sleeping there?

and here you are chasing a few wastrels

doing cheap photo tricks.

- Nothing untowards happened, Uncle.

You don't want the boys laughing

- Well I'd assume so.

at you anymore, do you?

Wouldn't think you so stupid

- Who's laughing at me?

as to vacate a comfortable bed.

- Uh, yes.

- Wasn't laughing at ye.

- Look, um...

How are you?

Just stick to your corner, Freddy.

- Well, generally worse.

- I'm so sorry I stayed, sir.

Good man.

I was in no fit state to walk home.

- Stick me corner up your hole.

- That's perfectly all right, my boy.

We were all incapacitated by those conwomen.

- Uncle, your wall.

- My wall?

- Yeah, in your study.

Jeez that was some job, Mr. Blennerhasset.

- You both saw it?

- It's quite the collection, sir.

- I'm sure it does look a little bit strange.

- Yes.

Well it is strange.

- So strange.

- Well I can assure you, it's just a collection

of some of my favorite portraits.

- There.

Nothing untoward.

- But they're facing your chair.

Are you happy now?

- Yeah, like they're watching over you

with their dead eyes on you.

- And you wanted us to bring you up there

to specifically look at it.

- It's all right.

- Brock.

Enough now.

- Hmm?

- I warned you not to touch Mother.

- And you were talking to the wall--

- Enough now, Nancy.

- Could you not, for once?

Please.

Now, let's get back to the grindstone.

- Well.

Thought she looked much happier.

Better hurry up or we'll be late for that appointment.

See you over there.

- We all behaved so oddly, didn't we?

- Yeah, just like we were raving mad.

- Whoa, stand.

Stand down.

Weren't we?

- Well, have fun.

- Oh.

Thanks, Carruthers.

I'm going back to bed.

- Oh, I'm just keeping up appearances, young man.

Lucky enough for you.

- Aw, Jesus, will you just come on?

We're from the same part of Dublin.

Why you always being so sore wi' me?

Should we just--

Should we just go for a pint one evening?

- Hope you're fit for work today, Molloy.

We've got a long drive ahead of us.

- Yeah, I'm grand.

Nancy.

- Well I'm glad to see you two are alive this morning

It's lovely to see you.

because there's one fellow who isn't.

- I'm sorry for your troubles, Miss Nancy.

Word on the street is Mr. Cannon was found dead

- Thank you, Carruthers.

by his own hand last night.

- Oh Jesus, your nephew's associates

certainly seem a doomed bunch, sir.

- Well, if you lie with dogs.

- Me, too, I'm very sorry

for the loss of your grandmother.

- Thank you, Molloy.

She'd been mostly miserable, so in a way,

it's a relief.

I need to warn you, though.

- We're running low.

- Well you may get more supplies before we go to Athlone.

Our family can be trying.

Uncle, you already know,

and well, the others made him like that.

- Why do you never go out and get them?

Why's it always me traipsing about the place?

- Who's this divil at all?

- Because I'm the bleeding Ghost Queen, aren't I?

- This is Mr. Molloy, assistant to--

I have to keep a bit of mystery about me.

- Ah.

- Punters don't know which one of us is which.

The gravedigger.

- No, he's not a gravedigger.

Daddy always said the way to keep the act fresh

- This is the gravedigger.

was to alternate.

- Yeah well, Daddy's still stalking Mountjoy,

- I'm Conall Molloy,

so what the fuck does he know?

assistant to Mr. Blennerhasset.

Please accept me deepest sympathies on your loss.

- One second!

- My brother says you're competent,

but Brock is a terrible judge of character.

Won't be another second now!

Can we please get this over with?

I can't bear to see Mother looking so alive.

- Alright, in you go.

Wipe your shoes, now.

Now, look where your over-eagerness nearly got you.

- Don't worry, Roper.

You fall for their shit once,

you won't fall for it again.

- I'm sorry for your loss, sir.

Believe me.

- I thank you for coming, Molloy.

You did owe me a favor.

I do my research, girls.

- I'm honored you asked.

You do too, I'm sure.

Digging deep into the background

of everyone that attends your seances.

- Just handy to put names to faces.

- I'm sure.

I read a report on this seance in Kilkenny

where every last person was plagued with visions

after drinking some sort of concoction.

- Our line of business does attract

- Uh, Conall?

a few bon viveurs, it must be said.

- Yeah?

- And then there was the seance in Tullamore

- Half an inch to the right.

last February, when people found themselves relieved

of their personal belongings.

- And robbers, too.

- To my right?

Bon viveurs and robbers, yeah.

No, to your right.

- Always photography's right.

They love us.

- Course.

- I wouldn't be one known for coincidences, girls.

- Detective, there are many things

far beyond your comprehension.

Doesn't mean they don't happen.

- What I can't comprehend is

why this Whacker fellow shot up the room

for no reason.

He had a reason.

He was seeing spirits, wasn't he?

- What odd corner of Dublin did you pull this one from?

Some fellow he murdered, he said.

- Mother, please.

- He murdered a fellow?

- A grave, he was literally pulled from a grave.

- Back in America.

And it was the ghost that this fellow tormenting him

- Imagine.

Digging holes for corpses for a living.

on account of us summoning the ghost.

- Uncle Morris, can you please-- ?

- Oh yeah.

- One step below taking photographs of them.

Course you did.

- Yes, we did.

Like we said we would.

And then we escaped.

- So you leave.

- Apologies.

Who's left?

- Take your time.

- The fellow who hired us.

Grandmother isn't going anywhere.

Henry Vickers.

Then the host, the late Mr. Cannon.

- Maybe he should dig her grave while we have him.

And then the photographers.

- Uncle, I must say, the memorial photography business

must be in bad shape if this is who you have

- Photographers?

- Oh Jesus, here we go.

working for you.

- Yes, we've had a lot of bother

- He's doing a job, Henry.

with poxy photographers of late.

More than you've ever done in your--

- Your last young assistant was much better.

- A pain and a half.

What was his name?

- Gee, not now, girls.

John?

Sure everything you do is real?

He was very charming.

- I don't remember any old assistant.

- Yes.

- Oh, this was years ago.

It is.

- More so that they get in the way.

The fellow disappeared in the end, didn't he, brother?

They're very welcome to photograph if they want.

Remember, that friend of yours who disappeared?

We've nothing to hide.

- Who were the photographers?

- He wasn't my friend.

- He was your assistant.

- It was a young fellow.

He was from Dublin.

- My assistants are not my friends.

And then an older man,

- You don't have any friends, Brock.

and a younger woman.

An uncle and sister to Mr. Vickers.

Never had.

- Sacrificed everything for photography.

- Now it seems any old gravedigger can use a camera.

- Is that right, now?

- At least have a drink.

- Ah, will you just be quiet?

- Uh-- - No.

- Got it, yeah.

Please.

Got it here, lad.

I'm ready.

- So you don't think that there's something

So just don't move.

quite dangerous that we've accidentally been caught up in?

- Molloy, do not be foolhardy.

Especially your mouths.

And before you deliver what I'm sure

is a tremendously passionate repost, don't.

We take photographs.

And you've been doing a very admirable job of it.

- Despite the fact you didn't want me to take

a photograph of your mother.

- No, you weren't my first choice, no.

- You know, you should have just trusted me

with the information and been honest with me.

Thank you.

Stop making a fool out of me.

- I think you misunderstood.

Uh, Molloy?

- Yes, sir?

I just didn't want to subject a nice chap like you

- That was...

to my wretched siblings.

That was quite commendable, you know,

particularly under the circumstances.

- That's reassuring.

- Thanks very much, sir.

- Reason I'm the best at my job

- Carruthers.

is because I don't question tragedy.

Pack Molloy's stuff.

Look, I'm going to have to stay here

with these people until after the funeral.

The lack of bruising indicates

So take tomorrow off.

there wasn't a struggle.

With pay.

More so, I reckon whatever Mr. Cannon had imbibed

had him very relaxed altogether.

- Thank you very much, sir.

- So, they're all polluted,

- And invest in some new art materials, Molloy.

there's a bit of argy-bargy, and Mr. Cannon is upset.

You need them.

And then he kills himself?

- Thank you very much, sir.

- No.

- Well, the throat was slit cleanly

Thank you.

and methodically from ear to ear.

- What a bloody waste of time.

- I can stick up a bloody camera stand,

- Hold on, Bill.

but can you do my job?

Ossie, the matter of the wound, though.

No chance.

- Yeah, it must be so hard,

It'd be a hard job to pull off on himself?

- Well, you'd be surprised.

sitting on your hole on top of a horse all day.

- Plenty of men done worse to themselves.

I'd say your back is broken, is it?

- Shh!

Ossie, now what do you reckon?

- The knife was in his right hand when it was found,

like you had noted, Ronnie.

The movement of the knife is consistent

with Mr. Cannon cutting his own throat

from left to right.

- But if he didn't do it--

- Then who did it?

Fred?

You'd have to be a real lunatic

- Well he's gonna say the killer photographer.

to fake a photo like that, or make one.

Just wait for it.

Wait, and--

- Well, no.

Well stop now.

- I know, yeah.

This is it lads.

Glendinning thinks I'm away with the fairies.

Dan, this was a very well-controlled cut,

- That's sloppy now, pure schoolboy error.

and Mr. Cannon was not only intoxicated,

How did you miss that rose at all, eh?

- Look, it's hard to make out, isn't it?

he was left-handed.

It's like, thick and black on black.

- I'm telling you, Bill.

- Bit queer of him to be wearing it, no?

- Murders made to look like suicides.

Is that not the flower you give

- If Mr. Cannon cuts his own throat

when someone has already died?

that quick and that clean,

- Or lost love.

in the seated position he was found in,

- That's not consistent with the body you found.

there'd be a fair old spurt of blood

Sure anyone would doubt it.

from the corroded artery.

- And there was traces of blood nowhere on the floor,

Did you butter my bread?

only on himself.

- Aren't you lucky to have someone

- This is what you think happened

to butter your bread for you?

up in Dublin Castle, too?

- I am just focusing on Mr. Cannon,

- Oh, I am, and the miserly amount of butter on it.

because I think we all agree

And the coroner didn't find anything?

that there's something off with this one.

- No.

- You think there's some sick bastard out there doing this?

Down to Marlborough Street and Ossie said

- If there is, he's right-handed,

that there's was nothin' all for Charney's debt,

tidy enough with a blade,

and he was...

and wearing a coat he doesn't mind

killed himself in the cell and that was that.

getting a bit of blood on.

- See, Fred, if you're saying

- Right.

he didn't kill himself in the cell,

Find the American.

Bring him in.

then you're saying someone killed him in the cell,

Someone knows what happened in that house.

in Dublin Castle.

Inside Dublin Castle.

- I know, girl, I know.

It's ridiculous.

To go to that effort for a tourist.

- Well, find out what he was at on this holiday,

because if you're right, he must have done something

to piss off the wrong people.

- What if I'm wrong?

- If you're wrong, then you're the loud cark fella

going around Dublin Castle shouting about murder plots

- What's the matter?

with no evidence to show for it.

- He's still alive.

- Yes.

That's why I asked you to come quickly.

- Well I do apologize.

A complete misunderstanding on my part.

- Can we hurry?

- Yes, yes certainly.

Molloy?

- Does that happen often, sir?

- Yeah, more than you might think.

Did you bring your new camera?

- Yeah.

- Oh, great.

It's easy to make a mistake

considering the amount of poison

that's in you from last night.

- The other camera box.

Where is it?

- Well, it's,

- Mr. Molloy.

it's in my study, I think.

How are you?

- What can I do for you, Detective?

- I think I might have put something in there.

- Well, we took the camera that you, uh, borrowed

Something I found whenever I left the seance.

off Mr. Blennerhasset, and we were dismayed

- What did you find?

to find that all the plates were missing.

- I just, I could've imagined it.

- Just isn't fortunate.

- Yeah.

Then I met your pal Matty Talbot, and, uh,

You know how you imagined seeing

your old assistant last night?

- Yes.

he was flashing your dirty photographs

- It's a photo album.

from down in Watling Street.

He said they were doing the rounds.

- What sort of photo album?

So someone must've got 'em developed, I'd say.

- It's like death photography.

- Yeah.

It's like your kind of photography.

D'you think?

- My kind of photography?

- Yeah, but it's a bit more, um--

- Yeah.

- Murderous?

After getting a handy little job there now,

you probably shouldn't want to do anything

- Yes.

to jeopardize that.

- We need to hurry, Molloy.

- Yeah, well, I won't be.

- Maybe I'll ignore these photographs,

and maybe you will do something for me

Make haste, Carruthers.

as a favor, like a good man.

- Ah, you're blackmailing me.

- Mr. Bennerhasset?

- You'd know if I was.

It would be nice, I think,

- What are you doing here?

to get a cabinet card done.

You're trying to coerce me into informing you, is that it?

- Yes, that'll be no work at all.

- Something I can put on the mantelpiece

for when George has gone his way.

- You do those?

- Yeah, I did.

- Oh, I know,

I know as well.

That'll be no problem at all, Mrs. Harrison.

I'll get it all sent on to you.

Maybe you should spend some time with George

before he slips away.

- Very good.

- Yeah.

- Oh, there he is now.

You've an interest in photography, so do I.

- George!

Maybe we could work together.

You shouldn't be out of bed.

That's all I'm saying.

Get back at once.

- Well.

Quick as you like, Molloy?

Well, I'll help you where I can.

- In a hurry, sir?

- Right.

- Yes.

I feel like some trouble's coming our way.

Now, this little photograph that I'm after findin',

We need to get home posthaste.

if you find anything of the sort like that,

- That tone was same as years ago.

you let me know, 'cause the man I found it on?

- Possibly.

And it feels like somebody's toying with me.

Dead before I questioned him.

Now, Carruthers, I need you to be vigilant

- That's a pity.

until I figure out how to deal with this.

I'll keep an eye out.

Now don't whisper to it to a soul.

- Not a soul, sir.

- I can't believe it.

Now, while I have ye,

- Dreadful business.

do you know the significance of a black rose?

Cannon was a decent skin.

Is it some sort of photographic prop?

- Honestly, Percy.

They had us seeing all sorts.

- I've never seen one.

Who knows what poor Louis saw before he ended it.

- Yeah.

Haven't seen one myself much, either.

- Well, he was a fiend for the old mind-altering substances.

Good luck.

You'd think he'd be well abled for it.

And Henry too.

Where is he?

- Oh, some dive I presume.

I don't know if he knows about Louis.

- You've been getting yourself into a lot

of dangerous situations for a girl who's new to town.

Carruthers is here, Uncle.

- I'm a grown woman, Percy.

Let's just get home, Nancy.

She's not going with you.

- That's very naive behavior on these city streets, Nancy.

- I can walk around perfectly fine,

- You sent her to me, did you not?

unescorted, thank you.

- And now your convalescence is nearly complete,

- Can you though?

Nancy can return here and take care of the family home,

Getting kidnapped in whorehouses?

Shot at at a bloody seance?

- Well look at me now.

I seem somewhat alive, don't I?

like her grandmother wanted.

- Silly girl.

- Very well.

- What did you say?

If she wants to.

- I said you're silly for putting yourself

- I want to stay with Uncle.

in such danger, are you not?

- Silly?

I suppose I'd have to be

- The Uncle who has ignored you for years.

hanging about with impotent wastrels like yourself.

Yes, I think I'm right bloody fool.

How weak of you, Nancy.

- Mind your tone!

- I find that I'm happier living in town than I am here.

- Apologies.

But no one was answering the front door

- Oh.

You became very independent all of a sudden, did you?

and well it's a matter of some importance.

I'm sure you'll be so responsible about it,

- Oh bollocks.

like your brother has been.

- You're not the first woman to greet me like that,

- Henry and I are not the same.

Miss Vickers, and I know you won't be the last.

- No.

You're far less charming.

- Sorry, detective.

I've had a rough day full of vexing men.

- Hmm.

Maybe you've had an influence on her after all.

I think it's time for you to disappear, Percy.

- I suppose, Nancy,

Write me an apology letter if you want.

you won't need your allowance anymore.

I'll reply if I haven't been murdered.

- Mother.

- Go easy on her, detective.

That's not fair.

She has a bit of a mood on her today.

I worked hard for that.

I minded Grandmother for the longest time.

- Off you go now, Percy,

like a good little man.

- It's alright, sister.

Try not to hurry too much.

You keep it.

It's about time I started paying her a proper wage anyway.

- Seems like a lovely chap.

- Nancy?

- What do you want, detective?

Nancy.

You'll come crawling back, just like your uncle did!

- Were you in the late Mr. Cannon's house last night?

- Come on.

Might as well make a tea party out of this.

You wanted me, boss?

- You do a decent scone up here.

- You bad bastard, you.

- Jesus, you're fierce jumpy.

- Don't sneak up on me, Farrelly.

I get immersed in my work, you know?

Not as good as a cork scone, though.

A mad notion around here, I know.

- Here's something for you.

Right.

Ms. Vickers.

There's a Yank in town.

Photograph collector of some sort.

You've been involved in a lot

Seems to be an associate of Louis Cannon.

of police business of late.

- Collector?

- Well, detective.

It just so happens that a lot of police businesses

That's a queer one.

involve death and photography of late.

- Poor landlords gettin' stuck

- Mm-hmm.

with pitchforks up and down the country,

And was this studio hired to take photographs

and there's the two o' you like headless chickens

over some fake photographs.

at the seance?

Grand to have nothin' to do, isn't it boys?

- Molloy was.

Henry and Louis hired him.

They wanted to get in on that spirit photography fad

- Farrelly, quicker you become a G-Man the better.

with that American fellow.

- Working on that, boss.

- Mr. Whacker's been involved in a growing

black market of peculiar photography?

Your brother must have been trying to make

a handy few bob.

- Hmm.

Where's he?

- Not quite sure, detective.

- Suspicious timing, though.

All the same.

And where's Mr. Molloy and your uncle?

Ah, beautiful.

- Do you want our professional assistance

or do you suspect us of something?

You stole this when we were there?

- I'm just trying to get their perspective

- Well, it was just lying about.

on what happened that night

at Mr. Cannon's.

I see if their theories tie up with mine.

- There are some photographs missing.

- And how are those theories

going down in Dublin Castle?

- The late Mr. Charney ripped them out.

Quite unfortunate.

- Not great for the longest time,

but it's turning into something now.

- The fool was a goddamn liability.

- Just not the whole picture.

Alright, Henry, I'll buy it.

- No.

Not quite, not yet.

Hell of an addition to my collection.

Well tell me this.

- Delighted to have it off my hands, to be honest.

I'd rather focus on a more genteel sort of photograph.

Did you ever come across an example

of a black rose used in memorial photography?

Riding, or bit of tit, saucy old crack, you know?

Ghost photography like we were saying.

As like some sort of a photographic prop?

- Mr. Whacker, do you know who the photographer is?

- No.

- You wouldn't lie to me about any of this, would you?

- I do not, but I know it was commissioned

by those people whose hospitality Henry

had kindly took advantage of.

- No, I wouldn't.

- You don't think those photographs are real, do you?

- Very well, Miss Vickers.

- Oh, I would be inclined to think so, yes.

Thanks for your time, and the scone.

I may have to call back later

to chat to your uncle.

- Of course.

- Now I thought you were barred from here.

- Oh, and I want you to know

- I think my disguise was a lot better

than people give it credit for.

if any of this develops into something worse,

- Your brother asked me to meet him here.

- Oh, yes, he's holding court in the corner there.

don't regret that you stood back

and watched it happen.

He's absolutely too much.

I can't deal with it, so we're going somewhere else.

- Sorry, Nancy.

I saw the bastard on the other side of the counter,

went after him out the side exit,

and you'll never guess.

- This pub has three different exits

onto three different streets.

- Yes!

Three different exits on three different streets.

It's madness, isn't it?

Hello. Percy Cummins, lovely to meet you.

- Percy, this is Conall Molloy.

- Go on.

- Oh, you must be Mr. Molloy.

Go on.

- Yes, I just said that.

- Your nephew told me that he found the album

- Yeah, Conall Molloy, yeah.

from some secret society in the Wicklow Mountains.

That's it, that's me. - Ah.

Not getting this one into trouble, eh?

- Obviously not very secret if Henry's involved.

Heard you got yourself holed up

in a whorehouse for the night.

- Then Whacker was keen on it, and bought it,

No harm, says you.

- No, listen, I was there for professional reasons.

then I found it and pocketed it

It was a commission, as it were.

like a fucking idiot.

Right.

And no one's seen you take it from the seance?

- Under duress, I must add.

- Well, you've got quite the eye

- I don't think so, no.

for naked forms, I must say.

- Well, if Regan's idea is right,

Like myself.

then hypothetically the person who killed Cannon

- Percy's a sculptor.

- I'm a sculptor.

was looking for the album.

- He likes a nude.

- And he did the same thing to a man

- Who doesn't?

being held in Dublin Castle.

Decent money to be made in nude sculpting,

- Well if they knew we were there,

then Nancy and your mother and your sister

but I'd say you made a small fortune off those pictures,

may not be safe.

- Don't tell me that.

did you Molloy?

- Uh, no, no, not really, no.

We're an hour from Dublin.

- I would say people'd be less inclined

- You're the idiot that left it in my house.

to buy them when they've seen them for free,

- I know, but I didn't know I took it.

Honestly, look I was in such a bad way.

like we did.

- Sorry, you've seen them?

I'm sorry, sir.

- Oh, we saw the full spread.

- Is it horrific?

- Did you?

- Yes.

That's why we're leaving.

- Yeah, they don't look terribly fake Mr. Blennerhasset.

Henry won't stop flashing the bloody things around.

- Then we must destroy it.

It's just too much.

- Well we have to take it to the police.

- No.

- No?

- No, Molloy.

There's a better way to deal with this.

- Molloy, you bloody filth merchant, get over here.

- But what if Regan's right, sir?

We've things to be doing.

Come on, hup!

Come on, now!

Why can't we give the album to them?

It's evidence, is it not?

- Best of luck.

You'll need it.

- These photographs.

Do they look like mine?

- Gentlemen, this is Molloy.

He used to be a gravedigger.

Molloy, this here's Bushrod Whacker,

purveyor of exotic photographs, as it so happens.

- So where is Henry?

Did some great service in the American Civil War, you know.

- He's hiding at an apartment in Queen Square.

Dread to think how many men the old bastard has killed.

- Does he know that Louis is dead?

- Me, too.

- That's why he's hiding at the apartment in Queen Square.

- And this here is Louis Cannon.

- What have they got themselves caught up in, Hanna?

He's going to be a big name

- Henry wouldn't say, exactly.

in the print business, mark my words.

But he took something from some people

Gentlemen.

Louis, Molloy is one hell of a photographer.

and the people are very keen to get it back.

- Do you think Louis was killed?

- If he's a hell of a photographer

- But why?

how come we didn't hire him?

I mean, I know they're all degenerates,

but essentially they're harmless.

- Well, I hadn't seen his work at the time.

I cannot wait to see the job he did on old Granny.

- Well someone doesn't think so.

You should've seen her propped up there.

- Those boys.

She looked bloody radiant, the old hag.

They can't do anything

without making a cock of bothers.

Look.

Look at the looks on their faces.

- I wanted to live in town for a bit of excitement.

I mean, marvel.

They look so bloody aroused,

This is just too much.

- Well I've told you.

and arousing, let me tell you.

If you let men with horrible taste

Molloy, when you were out at the house

dictate your social life,

you should've mentioned you did

then you'll end up in the worst situation.

this manner of lusty picture.

Believe me, I woke up in hobbles

- Yeah, well, it might've been inappropriate,

that were chilled to the bone.

on the account of your dead grandmother.

- That would suit me fine.

I just don't like murder.

- You took these?

- Well, you're doing a good job of it so far.

- Yeah.

No matter what Percy says.

But it was Mr. Blennerhasset who--

- Ugh, another feckless clown looking for a distraction.

who aroused engagement in the--

- Shut up and take a credit, dirty little devil.

- Well at least he's a bit of excitement

- I have never seen intercourse photographed so beautifully.

you can do without.

Unlike me, I'm stuck with that bloody fool

of a brother of yours.

- Well, thanks very much.

- Do you think it's all right if I visited him?

I mean, it was me first time, uh, photographing.

- You'll be lucky if he opens the door to you.

Intercourse, that is.

- Don't worry, I have my ways.

- Molloy, a man of your skill shouldn't resort

to taking photographs of corpses with my eccentric uncle.

There is money to be made

in pictures people actually want to see,

and Louis--

Louis.

Louis. - Hmm?

- Louis, you can get them out there, can't you?

- I fucking knew it was you all along, Abel White.

- Well, I make specialist publications.

It's a small operation, but there is an appetite

for the strange and bizarre in photography, eh?

I know who was behind it.

- No, hold on.

'Scuse me.

Stop.

Don't ruin it for me, girl.

I'm warning you.

- If you can get the right collection

- Hurry your arse up, so.

of photographs together, there's a fortune to be made.

I want to read the next chapter.

- I won't be reading it tonight

so you may hold your horses.

- Whacker here brought us three to a party

- Is that a good yarn, Betty?

up at the Wicklow Mountains not too long ago.

- A bit too good, Farrelly if you get me.

Some sort of secret society.

Shouldn't have been there.

The housework has been neglected, to say the least.

- No, and we're not s'posed

to talk about it either, so let's not.

I'm managing to keep the child alive, though.

- Ah, we were not the most sober trespassers,

- Don't mind her, Farrelly.

She's only messing.

The housework was never up to much anyway.

- Mighty nice, mighty.

Scenes of debauched, wildness debauched.

Anyway, I stole this mad, mad photograph album--

- Well you're not just reading yourself, no?

- We have a rule there.

- Shut up about the photo album, man.

We read one chapter each and then pass it over.

Hey, why don't you both shut up?

We tried reading pages at the same time

but I get very impatient waiting for him to catch up.

- Give over.

I like to scan them for details.

- Molloy, Whacker was saying there's big money

- Who solves them the most?

in ghost photography in America.

That's right, I solve them the most.

- Only because you've been jumping on my leads.

And Cannon's wife, poor Jocelyn, died last month.

- He said you're the best detective he knows, ma'am.

Fell down the stairs, she did.

- Wasn't exactly an avenue opening itself up to me

- It is like I can still feel her presence in the house.

but look, I'll take it where I can get it.

- I actually know what you mean, Mr. Cannon.

- Dublin Castle is not in our kitchen, boy.

- I thought it might be a good opportunity

- Anyway look, time is of the essence here

to capture some manner of apparition.

so will you make it back to it?

Where are we at?

- I'll capture it.

- Whacker is still managing to give us the slip.

The photograph, I mean.

Traced him back to his legends

but still no sign of him.

Spirit photography's an area I'm very interested in.

- I thought there is a sign.

He's got something to hide.

- No, something doesn't sit right though.

Why would a man waste all his bullets

I'm not a cynic, you know?

shooting up the house

I think there are spirits among us.

then turn around and murder a fellow with a knife?

I can't guarantee that I'll capture something, but...

- Well I'm afraid you might as well ask why a man

would make it look like a suicide

Do me best.

if he just wanted to murder a fellow.

- Hmm.

- Let's see what Mr. Molloy can do.

- Mighty.

- I'll make some cancellations.

- Jeez, thanks very much.

- Well, have a drink.

Molloy, drink.

Come on, now.

- Some years ago, I had trouble with an assistant

- Thanks very much, gentlemen.

- Slainte.

who subsequently committed suicide

- Slainte.

Slainte.

after he'd sent a letter accusing me of things.

- Thank you, thank you, lovely.

- And, uh, how're you planning on conjuring the ghost?

- What kind of things?

- It's not relevant.

- Son, how do you think?

What is relevant is when I was interviewed

They've organized a seance in Cannon's house.

by the police, they were so aggressive

that it's made me suspicious of them ever since.

She'll do the job.

- What's that got to do with this?

- Well, her name's Eva Lambert.

- This assistant he, I allowed him to

introduce a motif into my work.

Look, I think-- I think she's a medium.

It says, uh, like, it says, "spirit--

Black rose.

"spiritual seance" on a--

- Molloy.

- Who else knows about the rose?

Let me.

- No one.

Eva Lambert, or the Ghost Queen as she likes to be known.

I don't know anyone else who uses this

in their work.

- Well tell Regan that, then.

A very well-known medium, notorious even.

- Do you honestly think that Regan's gonna believe

In theatrical circles she's very carefully studied.

your story of how you found the album?

- Yeah, but that's only, that's only because

An assistant to a man who takes photographs

they want to see, like, if she makes it up.

of dead people?

- That's it: it doesn't look like she does.

- You think they're gonna suspect us?

People emerge from her seances thoroughly distressed.

- Yes.

I do.

And that's why no one should ever see this album.

- Henry has very strange interests, doesn't he?

- Do you want that comment to pass unremarked on?

Look, whoever's using this,

- Back to your proposition, Molloy.

they're attaching it to my work for some reason.

- To frame you?

- I don't know.

- I know...

But Molloy, this could ruin us.

that spirit photography, it's a bit more sensationalistic

We're implicated the longer we hold onto this album.

than your style.

And the longer we hold onto this album,

So I thought I might undertake the shoot by myself.

our loved ones are in danger.

And that is why we must destroy it.

And I could do with the money, so.

- Well, spirit photography is merely

the double-exposure technique.

It's just the work of charlatans.

- What if you capture something real?

You're not being a charlatan.

- Tell me, Molloy, why are you so desperate

to believe in ghosts?

- I think there's something quite comforting about the idea.

Morning, ma'am.

You know? Just that they're still here, minding us.

- I am not passing up the opportunity

to go to a seance.

- Very well, Molloy, you've got the job.

You can use one of my old cameras.

- Nancy.

Oh, thank you, sir.

Yes, I knew it was you because of our knock.

- And I think I'll come along with you, if you don't mind.

It's our old knock, remember.

- Really?

When we were children.

If you'd asked me to do it I wouldn't be able to

I didn't think it'd be your kind of thing, Uncle.

for the bloody life of me, but once I heard it

- It'll stop me looping around these four walls.

I knew it was you.

- That's the spirit.

Okay, come in.

We should take bets on how she does it.

Come in.

Oh sausages.

Jeez I'm a devil for a good sausage.

You're a savior, Nancy.

- Mother's looking for you.

She's worried.

- Oh, don't worry about her.

She's always worried when we're out of her grasp.

Look at the two of us now,

living the great life in town, huh?

You'll have some sausages, you will?

- Henry, what are you caught up in?

- Some ketchup now would be the right sauce, huh?

Henry.

- Hmm?

You'll have a sausage, you will?

- Yes of course I'll have a sausage.

Now, are you going to tell me what's going on?

- Some serious bloody shenanigans,

let me tell you Nancy.

- You are here for my sister's gathering.

We got in with Whacker, see.

- Yes, we are.

Mr. Cannon extended the invitation to us.

That's where it all started.

He contacted Louis prior to coming here

about some publication man.

I'm very excited.

Anyway, turns out he was a devil

for the firewater, so we all head out

- What is this?

- Did Henry not mention that we were bringing a camera?

on Monday night he says he's meeting an art collector

- No.

up in a house in the Wicklow Mountains,

He did not.

and would we come?

- They want to capture it--

So I said why not?

- Spirits do not like being captured.

We're all roaring drunk at this stage.

Where's the harm?

So we all head up to the house in the Wicklow Mountains,

and it's a lively night.

Enter.

Lively.

You can imagine the scenes.

You might be able to refer it, yourself

if you get a few more parties under your belt.

- Henry, what did you do?

Very ominous.

- I stole a photograph album full of pictures

I like it.

of people being tortured and murdered.

I know, I know.

I thought it was absolutely gas crack at the time.

- Who are these people, Henry?

- Who are they?

- Ah.

I don't know, some sort of secret society.

Welcome to my home.

Please.

Nothing bloody secret about them,

unless bumbling in the front door

- Uncle Brock.

and then leaving these photographs

all over the blasted place.

Here to have a chat with dead Granny, I presume?

- They kick you out?

- Pleased to meet you.

- No, not at first, no.

- I'm here, Henry, out of simple curiosity.

They seemed quite pleasant at the start,

- Brock Blennerhasset?

which was quite strange,

you know, maybe a bit theatrical

I own two of your originals.

or sort of thing, and I just thought they were

being odd for the sake of being odd.

Most beautiful, haunting tintypes.

- How did you come upon those?

- There are ways, my friend.

We shouldn't have been there, Nancy.

Families don't wanna mourn forever.

Bushrod Whacker.

And all that probably would have been fine,

Pleasure to meet you, sir.

- And you, I'm sure.

but then I went and made things worse.

- Please, let's start.

It's always me making a bloody pig's ear of things.

- You're being too hard on yourself, Henry.

- You did not tell me that you'd be taking

- No Nancy, you don't understand.

photographs, Mr. Cannon.

- Think of the publicity for you and your sister

Whacker told me that those pictures were real.

if we get this in print, hmm?

They weren't fake or manufactured.

- Mount your apparatus quickly.

These people had employed someone

to take pictures of people who had crossed them.

- Molloy's going to do a bloody good job.

These are a very different breed of bad, Nancy.

He's very versatile.

People riding, people being dead, people as ghosts.

They have influence.

You do it all, don't you Molloy?

I don't know how, but they have ways

- Uh, yeah, do-- do me best, Mr. Vickers.

of making people do things for them.

- And Uncle here didn't even want you

to take the photographs of poor, dead Granny.

- But why do something as grotesque as this?

Nancy had to talk him into it.

- Henry, shut up.

- Now it's time for the bloody

Dublin Photographic Society you did.

- Because it's something that's never been done before.

- Henry, shut up!

- I'm telling the truth, aren't I?

Because they can.

Tell me if I'm lying, Brock.

- Quiet!

The Ghost Queen is ready to meet you.

Look after yourself now, Nancy.

- You too, Henry.

- No, I really mean it though.

You have to look after yourself

til all this dies down.

- Well, so do you.

Try to get back home as soon as you can.

Or go back to mother's for a few days.

A slightly safer way to live in dread.

- Yes, but I've organized a meeting with Whacker later,

see if he can call off the dogs.

- Oh, no I don't, I don't drink on the job.

- Do not insult the dead.

- Be discrete.

You have a tendency to be very not discrete.

- Don't worry about me.

I can be a devil when the fat's in the fire.

- To the dead, to welcome them here.

- Farewell.

To the dead.

- The spirits are ready,

but they won't wait around all night.

Now,

hold hands.

- Do we really need to hold--

- Hold hands.

- Violets and lilies of every sort.

Wildflowers!

- Flowers.

- Ah, an American.

Is it wallflowers you're looking for, sir?

- Just give me the damn flowers, woman.

- In there.

- Did you tell Maud about the thing about the wallflowers.

- I couldn't remember what flowers you told me.

Does it matter?

The dead are here.

- No, no.

Not really, I suppose.

- They were quick, weren't they?

Were you followed?

- There is-- there is--

- I don't know.

It's one of those days where it seems

like everybody's watching you.

A Jocelyn is speaking to me.

Where's the album?

- What do you mean where's the album?

You have the album.

- Oh, goddammit.

- That is my wife.

My late wife.

Well, somebody stole it at Cannon's house.

- She is speaking to me of a fall.

What about your uncle, your sister?

- What would they want with it?

- Yes, she died in a fall.

- Those things are like Caravaggios of photography.

- She says she was pushed down the stairs...

Very lucrative.

in this house.

All you had to do is behave,

and no, you're a god damn amateur.

- No, it was an accident.

- Obviously, yes.

But this got very serious all of a sudden, Whacker.

I was in a different county at the time.

- Could have made a fortune if you fuckers

hadn't ruined me.

- We'll need evidence, I'm afraid, Jocelyn.

- You shouldn't have bloody brought us, then.

Hard evidence.

- Goddamn right about hard evidence.

- Well I don't know my way

I don't give a shit about Cannon's murdered wife,

around rural fucking Wicklow, do I?

'less I can see her.

- She wasn't murdered, at least not by me.

- Violets!

- Jocelyn, I hear your cries.

- I'm finding that album.

Show yourself to us.

- Have you gone absolutely mad, man?

Leave well enough alone!

What the hell?

- I hear another voice.

- Violets, I said!

- I'm getting the hell out of this godforsaken country.

There's someone who wants to talk to you.

Violets!

- We have to let them know we don't have it!

- Who wants to talk to me?

- Someone you loved and lost.

- Violets and roses!

- It must be Grandmother.

How are you, Maud?

- Love, that's pretty strange.

- Oh, Harry.

My old segocia.

What can I do for you?

- Suppose you didn't see an American

around these parts, did you?

- Oh yeah?

Older fellow?

Looked official?

I might have.

- Hello.

It's me.

About gone a minute now, Harry.

I'm still here.

Shouldn't be too hard to spot.

- Who?

- Your assistant.

- Yes, but, my assistant and then, what else?

- The voice is fading.

No.

No.

Your assistant--

- Is he-- is he really dead?

- Um, I'm right here, sir.

- No, someone wants to talk to your assistant over there.

- Conall.

I can talk to you again.

Whoa, stand, stand.

Whoa, stand.

I can sing to you like I used to.

- Sir, do you want me to check inside?

- No Molloy, you go home.

Carruthers and I will deal with this.

- What do you want me to do, sir?

- Right, you come with me

and bring that stick you're fond of

* She is far from the night

and whistle if you see anything.

* Where her young hero sleeps

* And lovers around her are sighing *

Nancy?

Nancy!

* Oh, coldly she turns from their gaze and weeps *

Carruthers, what's wrong?

- Nothing.

- Well why did you whistle?

* For her heart, in his grave is lying *

- Because there's nothing wrong.

- I told you to whistle if something was wrong.

- Oh.

Sorry.

Jesus.

- Bloody man.

- Keep it together, man.

- Yeah, sorry.

- I was pushed, by some ghostly force.

It's workin'.

- Right, be quiet, I want to see.

- I didn't come here for shitty old Irish songs.

- Uncle?

I wanna see something real.

How was your trip?

- Oh, well enough.

- Give her a chance, lads, give her a chance!

- Stop talking, everyone!

- Your negative energy has attracted bad spirits,

come to torment you.

- Nancy, I-- I'm not feeling too good.

I think we should leave.

- There is a bat, a giant bat, on the wall!

Does anyone else see the bat?

- Nancy, we shouldn't have taken this job.

Molloy shouldn't have taken this job.

- God, you look demented.

Are you okay?

Wait!

I think I see the bat!

- Why is everybody seeing bats?

- Who knows what forms our own demons take?

- Well, maybe everyone should just calm down

until this thing passes, whatever this silliness is.

.

Anyone else see 'im?

He's standing in the corner.

I shot that bastard dead over a card game,

Charleston back in '70.

You don't look too happy with me.

- Nancy!

This is your grandmother.

You are free to do what you want to do.

- That doesn't sound like Grandmother.

- No, Grandmother can't be here.

I sang at her funeral.

Oh no, wait, Grandmother's ghost is here.

Oh, yes.

This is awful different all the same, isn't it?

- We have connected with the spiritual world.

Embrace it!

- Lilly!

- Good Lord!

Ma!

There's more of 'em.

The men I killed, come to take their vengeance on me

Lilly!

Oh Jesus.

Oh thank Christ.

while I'm in a wild and unfamiliar land.

Where's Ma?

- She's staying with Billy.

- Was someone in here?

- Yeah.

- Does that dog live here?

He's gone now.

- Just stay calm!

You're taking fucking photographs.

- Alvin!

I only put you in the ground on account of you cheated me!

How dangerous can it be?

- Get your things.

Had it come it, you shit-sucking rider!

Get back!

Make this stop, you witch!

How's Henry?

Henry's in rough shape.

- Oh, he's got a gun!

- How rough?

- The same amount of drinking as usual,

I told you, check them all out!

- I didn't put my hand down his trousers, did I?

it's just sad drinking.

- A bleedin' camera?

- They dropped their ammo!

Ah Lilly.

You little dote.

- Well how are you, Violet?

- I don't think our home's very safe.

Is it fine if we stay here tonight?

- You can have my room.

- Nancy.

- I'll sleep down here.

- We'll both share the same room, like.

- Yeah, tops and tails.

It'll be grand.

Where's the kitchen?

- Downstairs at the back.

- They're frauds, Molloy!

Help yourself.

- I will, thanks.

Look!

- Home for waifs and strays, I see.

- That was the third photographer

that tried to catch us out this year.

- This photo album.

- It's the worst bleedin' invention goin'.

- That was a strong dose, Aline.

- You know about it?

- Well, they can't say they didn't get their money's worth.

- Who told you?

- Henry.

He told me all about it, and its owner.

An organization, he said.

A very ambitious one.

- Look, whoever commissioned this album

- You!

are very sick, dangerous people.

You!

- Or very rich and very powerful,

which tends to be the case with secret societies.

Nancy, I saw--

I saw him!

- Henry took it, but they thought Chorney had it.

- Saw who?

- Vaudry! I saw him.

Then they thought Cannon had it.

He's not dead. - Go, before we're shot!

- Aren't you delighted we came?

Who do they think has it now?

- Not really, no.

- We must go, we must go, we must go!

I fear Bushrod's going to shoot every last buck of us.

- I never got a photograph of the spirit!

- Well, you're not bloody going to get it now, are you?

One of you has it?

Took it at the seance.

- Who's shootin' up the bleedin' place?

- Carruthers!

- Christ, look.

Bring us home, right away!

I stole it.

I accidentally stole it.

But it's destroyed, weren't it?

- It's true, we did.

It should put an end to this unfortunate business.

- Where's my goddamn album?

Where's my album?

Come back, you thieves!

- Away with the fairies.

Thieves, you say?

- Properly poisoned.

- Off our chops.

- Lambert sisters.

One of you took their album.

Shifty whores.

You wouldn't be the first person to go wilding

that maggot juice.

- I didn't.

- Oh, I can only imagine.

Who did?

- So, you were all hallucinating,

all hell breaks loose,

- It's you, isn't it?

and then this Whacker fellow pulls out a gun?

- It is.

- Yeah, I had to tackle him to the ground.

- Well, can I just say, sir, that I love your work?

- Then we pack up our equipment.

- And left immediately.

- You said you saw someone as we were leaving?

- Oh, that was just Carruthers.

I was merely plagued with visions.

- You all were.

That's why it's so hard to get

a clear picture of what happened.

- I have an idea, detective.

- You do?

- Oh, hello.

- It's a theory.

You, uh, you saw the...

These tots still aren't quite right

from last night's shenanigans.

We should let them sleep.

Yes.

Then you and I can talk privately.

- I'd be very grateful.

So strange.

- Are you going to your study, uncle?

All the things you can see in front of your eyes, eh?

- No, we'll go somewhere more appropriate, Nancy.

As I discovered,

my nephew has a little photography ring,

got in a little too deep with this Whacker fellow,

so some sort of manner of quarrel broke out between them.

So shenanigans really over a few distasteful photographs.

- Two members of this photography ring

are now dead due to these shenanigans.

- Push over there, you.

.

- Give over, will you?

- Oh.

Suicides, I thought?

- I can see so many different colors in front of my face.

- No, not following that path anymore.

Can you see that?

- Oh.

- No, like I can see-- I can see two--

Oh, I see.

I can see two-- everyone's got two or three faces.

Well, your theories

- I can't stand listen to this.

When do we get to your house, Uncle?

on the market for this sort of depraved photography

- Oh, no, no, no, Henry.

You're not coming to stay at my house, no.

seem to be true.

- That photograph I poached,

the subject had a black rose pinned on him.

- He was there, he, he seen me.

- Black rose is very common in memorial photography.

- Yes, very good, sir, very good, yeah.

Is it?

Now, that's enough excitement for one night.

- Yes, a symbol of death.

A good, sweet cup o' tea now and you'll be grand.

- Or lost love.

- Tea, tea!

- Yes.

Yes.

I'd love some tea, thank you Carruthers.

- Then go make it yourself.

Will be back tomorrow to check on youse.

- Take a photograph for a reason, don't you?

See if you're all still alive.

- Bye-bye, Carruthers.

To commemorate something.

Thanks for getting us home safely.

- Jesus, give me patience.

- Well, studying the likeness of death

- He's such a good man, d'you know that?

gives us comfort, I suppose.

- I need-- I need to get to my study.

We can see what awaits us.

Take me to my study!

- Do you feel that you capture the soul,

Mr. Blennerhasset?

- Yes I do, in a way.

Yes, I preserve the essence of my subjects forever.

- That killer.

- I saw him, Nancy.

He might have the same idea.

I saw him.

Who?

- Vaudry, Vaudry was there.

- He might very well, you know.

is Vaudry?

The American, Mr. Whacker, took a great interest

- He's my, my old...

in photographing the dead.

my old assistant.

In some of my work, he said, two tintypes.

- And he's dead.

How'd he get them?

You've seen a dead person.

- That's what I found troubling.

He said he had ways.

Have we been scared witless?

Is that what's going on here?

Then he became all incensed

and started waving a gun around.

- Ah, that's how she does it, the crafty bitch.

I think he's a man who's not really in control

of his emotions.

She's poisoned us with some manner

of mind-altering concoction.

- Ears are starting to listen to me down the yard,

but I'm not sure I trust the ears.

That's what I said.

I win the bet.

I think Chorney's death was just too convenient.

- You're not dead, Vaudry.

You're not dead.

- Is that what you are, detective?

Suspicious of your colleagues?

- I just feel someone's trying to cover something up.

- Poor Uncle.

I hope he had a good night.

Just glad it's not you.

- Why would it be me?

Because, I tell you this:

- Just got the sense that you

I had a bloody great time.

weren't being too cooperative.

- That's it.

I'm gonna die walkin' home.

- Oh, no.

I'm gonna go wanderin' for miles and miles

Merely had nothing to offer you.

and end up face down in the Dodder,

And now I see things as you see them,

seein' moving statues and all kinds of weird shite.

I'm happy to be of assistance.

- No, no, stay here, Molloy.

- If it is this Whacker fellow,

You're in no fit state to be out in the street,

murdering all these people and covering it up,

you poor boy.

why would you want to commemorate that?

- I can't, me mother and me sister would be worried, and...

- Detective, I think you sorely underestimate

the appeal of entertainment.

That feels good, doesn't it.

- You're a very pleasant man.

Do you know that?

- Is he gone?

- Yes, and quite happily I might add

- But you've got a fella, don't you?

which makes a nice change

Did you tell him everything?

That Percy chap, he's, he seems very dodgy, but...

- Yes, I did.

I told him of Henry's friends

and the little photography ring.

Alright.

I told him.

- And the photo album, did you tell him about that?

- A mildly diverting distraction.

- I told him everything.

- I hope so, uncle.

And you?

Because it's not a buzzing bee

you're trying to evade.

People are dying.

Why must you always be so nervous?

There'd be great public interest if this gets out,

that's for certain.

- I think you may have caught my heart off guard, Nancy.

- Regan will deal with this, as always.

I would just prefer to take photographs.

- Did all right for yourselves, didn't you?

- What?

Can you see those faces?

- Yeah.

Henry.

They want it back.

- I sold it to Whacker, I swear.

Where is he?

- I don't know.

If Whacker doesn't have it.

- Her employer sent you this, sir.

I'm not too happy that we haven't found it yet.

- Now you leave Nancy and uncle alone.

They have nothing to do with this.

We will.

Liars, all of you.

- We weren't as discreet this evening

as we previously have been.

What I'm saying, sir, is we need to be careful.

Get out.

- No, no!

I don't want Nancy to see this.

- Just don't worry.

I don't want anyone to know I've got it.

- Just make sure it disappears.

And hopefully the rest of this will all disappear, too.

- Yeah.

Hope so soon.

- Thank you, Molloy.

- Our employers, sir.

Want us to stop looking.

It's getting too messy.

Said they'll take care of it themselves, now.

They said they won't be paying us.

It was them who lost the album.

- I know, but I would hope sir

that this will be an end to it, now.

Not for me.

- Good morning, Nancy.

- Good morning, uncle.

Molloy.

- Morning, Nancy.

- So today's appointment, it's a young child,

little Grace McCalister.

Died of virulent diptheria.

- Jeez, the poor little thing.

- Yes.

Her parents never had a chance to have her photograph

taken while she was alive.

So Mr. and Mrs. McCalister are expecting us at nine.

Molloy, when you were outside did you see Carruthers?

Yes, just on the buggy.