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You speak or dismiss the

- To have been the killer.

The mother's name, was the word he used for dove.

I love her.

As I understand it.

The doctor's have passed you fit Inspector.

I'll be a father to you.

Are Westminster police so at night?

The house, entrances, bed chambers of the occupants.

You live quiet, easy.

that my arms will be put to rest.

I do not see an animal inside you.

What if we left this place?

Roman as well.

And I mind

Nooo!

Stop it.

Robin.

Ms. Trundly!

Windows to the soul they say.

Used by the of one.

It is the intercranial pressure.

You have told me this before.

I heard, however, deadly more savage.

The pressure is increasing, rapidly.

And given the inefficacy of my treatments,

it's most likely glioma.

English.

-Oh. -Tumor.

Perhaps, you did mention historic trauma to the head.

Yeah.

Took a proper starving in the ring all right.

From the very man who used to hold this office.

Rest his chewed up a soul.

Back then, one of you saw

said these eyes are gone.

But you had a die shot that won't go so easy.

I see you and I see your here honestly

Inspector Shine, there is not a doctor in this land, who

could diagnose definitively.

Even then, there lacks a medicine for glioma.

I can increase the concentration of your morphine.

Measure carefully, with this concentration, so much as half

a vial, could see three men never wake again.

- OK. - If cannot withstand.

One tabloid per dose.

Another can't exceed this.

Man with a crutch, may I walk an endless mile.

Inspector Shine, I must warn you,

the spelling your prognosis your brain

is crushing itself against your skull.

And, given the increase in your agonies,

a catastrophe is by no means distant.

You are saying that I-- Get to die Shine.

I'm on his last rounds.

I began to consider it a medical miracle,

you survived this long.

Ain't no miracles left in this Doctor.

Nor what a man needs, he I shall neither live for.

Fresh blooms for you sir.

Hey, some fish stall.

If there's no sun ther's no fish.

Aye copper.

What's afoot then?

--beyond the meat weights.

What happened?

It was Fat John.

Says they was slain.

Says there was eight.

Tell'em boy.

Uncle Caleb's neck.

It looked like an animal, he ate his throat.

Mind your business now.

I'll take care of the lad.

Hey, look at me.

You Trust me don't you?

Hm?

You come with me now.

I'll see your safe. Come with me.

Come on.

You saw him, you saw the man Nathaniel.

are friends.

You tell me Robin, where?

You tell me boy. Where!

Backoff Reid, can't you tell that boy is shit scared.

It's all right son.

It's all right.

You get the hell out of here for chrissake

Mr. Reid leave us please.

Here's drink this up little man.

It's good medicine.

There you go.

Good boy.

What the hell are you wearing.

Did you get demoted?

Don't ask.

Jesus Christ.

Here, I hope this is adequate.

You must be starved young one.

You gonna fill your belly.

And get you cleaned up real good and then I'm

going to see if I got a shirt that

fits a strong young soldier.

The boy is fed and watered at least.

I've left him in more capable hands.

His terrors, I should not have shouted at him.

maybe a stranger of fear for children, I alas,

ought to have the benefit of experience.

I would not know where to begin.

Mr. Reid.

It is strange to see the Captain thus.

A man so given to degenerate proclivities and carnal

oblivion. -To see him thus how.

I suppose, fatherly.

He told us where it happened.

And better than that, where Nathaniel is holed up.

Reid, Reid, it is broad day light.

-We'll move fast. -We can't

Have we not waited here long enough for the merest

thread to follow.

We know where he lives. We find him.

We get to Dove.

We find the bodies we go to Dove.

You wait here to keep the boy safe.

We go, now.

Wait a minute, gentlemen wait.

It ain't worth it friend.

No, Frank.

Everyone in the market, saw you with him.

What do you mean he ran away.

The boy was as jumpy as a buggered fox.

No rumpus now with you two pansy flaps.

Frankie, campaigns to try to trade

his helmet for a dunce cap.

I did not expect to repeat my question, gentlemen.

--still feels sir.

All the talk is a pair of fish sellers usually at market,

but missing this day.

And when their boys, say he turns up full hysterics.

Say he's seen his ma and uncle killed.

He says the killer, he used his teeth.

-Teeth. -Ripped the neck out.

As I heard. -Where is that now?

Where indeed sir.

Frank had him, and Frank lost him.

The boy was-- he made off, before I could--

Bested by a well strapped nipper.

My apologies, Inspector.

I begin to wonder, if even the meager demands of work,

in this dark, could be beyond your piddly policing.

Respects sir.

Should I wire Joint Division?

Why would you do that?

The Summers they're fish sellers.

They live in White Chapel, they live Hackney Way.

Joint Division. Sir.

They were watching market.

watch business.

Yessir.

I'll fetch the handsome.

No you'll fetch me a handsome.

stuff my schoolboy brain

of yours with high regard.

For the staff, there's no chief this division.

I know none of you know in this

house Fit to compromise that.

Brought you breakfast.

Eat Nathaniel.

not human.

Augustus, the pub, Robin.

Let's hope he ran far, shall we?

And does not stop his running.

Well, if he is found, and if he should speak of me,

say you will not hurt him. No more, Gustus.

I cannot bear no more.

A pup, he is no more than that.

Even if he spoke of ought, found the ears

of strangers, who would listen to a child's hysterics?

Clean.

Nothing.

That's the point Reid.

Nobody's place is as goddamn clean.

No dust, no dirt.

These walls, these walls with plaster still damp.

It's been scrubbed.

The entire place has been scoured.

By Dove, I have no doubt.

Whoa, Christ.

Sodium hydroxide.

It's for cleaning.

Say, blood and death off your walls.

Look it.

Something was there, a rug.

Two bodies in a rug, huh?

There were wheels here, a cart, hoof tracks usually

headed in that direction.

Horse hair.

You see how the stems are brokeback?

Horse and cart went here a different way, no tracks.

On account that somebody went through the trouble

of clearing them.

Out in Wyoming, I knew this Sioux Indian,

finest tracker of his tribe.

He could track a man through mountain, desert, swampland.

He could read the land like the palm of his head.

Cutting-For-Sign, they called him.

And he taught you?

What, are you kidding?

That son of a bitch tried to scalp me.

I shot him.

But these signs, they point that way.

Kerosene.

All right, so he does his housework,

rolls the bodies into the rug, puts them in the cart,

wheels it down to the water.

And he dumps the Sumners in the river.

He burns the cart.

Covers his tracks.

Well, he have weighed the bodies.

Already on it, Reid.

My guess is he probably weighed 'em

down just enough to let the current take

them all the way to the ocean.

If we can intersect the bodies, if we can recover them,

then we have proof of Nathaniel's murder

and Robin as witness.

Reid, if Abel Croker taught his boys one thing,

it's how to dump a body in the river.

In the river Thames, not the River Lea.

The Thames is over 300 feet wide and the Lea is a tributary.

It dwindles.

It meanders.

With the a map of course, gradients and--

Reid, shut up.

That's a Hansen.

This place just got cleaned.

Be a shame to spray your brains all over it.

Hello, Jedediah.

Just like you, Edmund, have your chump do the dirty work.

Morphine.

For you to require this, your pain must be considerable.

But why are you here?

All right, all right.

Let us parlay, parlay.

Let us parlay.

Answer me.

Heard rumblings that this here may be a murder scene.

Thought you might have heard them likewise.

So you come in pursuit of me, not to police

some vicious slaughter?

Hackney killers, Edmund, are not my business.

Whitechapel fugitives, however--

It was him, Jedediah, the murderer

who stalked Whitechapel.

He now stalks these marshes.

Our mutual friend, Miss Castello,

took to sharing with me your conjecture

that the toothsome villain said to be

Abel Croker deceased is neither Abel Croker nor deceased.

The brother, she says.

The brother of Augustus Dove, she says.

Miss Castello, she proved amenable,

give or take, to sharing her research, Ed, research which

I now I have in my possession.

Yes, I've seen what you've seen, the boys, the Jews, the wolves.

Then, you know it's the goddamn truth.

We've seen that brother.

His name is Nathaniel.

Every killing ascribed to Abel Croker, he performed.

He tore apart Bennet Drake.

Augustus Dove used Croker to protect his brother,

as he now uses you to prevent me from exposing him.

You were not appointed, Jedediah, for your able

policing, but because you are so easily made marionette, dancing

to your master's fingers.

Augustus Dove will fall.

I will serve justice on him and his brother.

And I only tell you this so that you might stay out of my way.

Understand that my contempt for you is beyond limit,

but my fight is not with you.

Have your cunny-chaser pull his trigger now, Reid.

He will not find another chance.

I ain't of a mind to argue with him.

Pull the trigger, Reid.

I hope you have more of this about you, Jedediah.

It's a long walk back to Whitechapel.

How long will he sleep?

I cannot say whether his exhaustion

or his terror is more powerful.

Your way with the boy is so tender.

Motherhood changes you, as you will learn, I'm sure,

Miss Morton.

Years ago, when the Captain told me

he was leaving me and choosing you,

I told him he was choosing his past over his future.

But I was wrong.

I was so extraordinarily wrong.

Because you and he grow together, with a love

inviolable.

And I-- I do not.

But there is one thing of which I

am certain-- your son will always be fortunate indeed

to have you as his parents.

I-- I should check on Robin.

Robin, I thought you might like-- Robin!

Robin?

Your visitor, Mr. Dove, has traipsed his filth.

My apologies, madame.

Them marshes are sodden.

Then again, Mr. Dove, I gather you have a gift for cleaning.

If you'd be so kind?

Your latest reflections for the police gazette, is it?

What is the meaning of this?

The last I was here, I asked if you you knew ought of Edmund

Reid's hypothesizing vis-a-vis the infamous cannibal golem

of Whitechapel.

And I told you I did not.

So I recall.

But you see, Mr. Dove, now I do know

Edmund Reid's hypothesizing, because Edmund Reid told me.

You found Reid?

Where is he?

See, Reid is not currently the matter critical, Mr. Dove.

Your brother, Nathaniel, he is the matter

most currently critical.

You're mistaken.

I-- I have no brother.

There is this day a nipper abroad in Whitechapel,

howling how his uncle got his throat bit out.

So I come for a look, and who should I find doing likewise

but steady Ed and the American.

And with the luxury of a gun on me,

they thought to tell me plenty.

Reid gave proof to all I'd read in Miss Castello's files.

Your mother, Goluba, means "dove," doesn't it?

I will not tolerate the deception of no man,

Commissioner, not even you.

My brother is my concern alone.

No.

No, he's mine also.

If he may bait my hook for Edmund Reid.

There is perhaps another way.

Reid's daughter, her loyalties have turned against his favor.

Come by this knowledge how?

He gave to her a note concerning my brother.

She and Inspector Drummond thought to pass it to me.

Mathilda is in contact with her father.

And I'm being informed of this only now.

But you are informed of it nonetheless.

And with your other recent knowledge concerning

my brother, you perhaps grasp the fresh urgency

of Reid's apprehension.

Bait the hook.

Well, Mr. Dove, you are as black-hearted a bastard as ever

roamed the lanes of this dread city.

Needs must, Inspector.

Where the devil drive.

There is no devil. inspector Shine.

Tell that to the fish-seller's boy.

When Reid is done with, you and I, Commissioner, we

shall talk again of what price your reeking secrets

may be worth to you.

Oh, be assured, sir.

Every man of this division will keep their eyes peeled for him.

A Hackney boy from the borough I call my home.

bearing witness to such atrocity,

running a fear through these cruel streets.

It sits ill with me, Drummond, most ill.

I understand, sir.

J Division territory this may be,

but you inform me personally should this poor mite be found.

Of course, Mr. Dove.

Of course.

How could you?

Jesus Christ, Caitlin.

He must have run and run fast because he saw this!

Miss Morton is currently scouring Spitalfields

for any sight of him. -No.

No, no, no.

He may fear us, but he trusts Thatcher.

The boy will seek him out.

Whoa, you're going to the police now?

No, Thatcher will see him safe.

There's work to do.

We've need of an Ordnance Survey map and the London

Shipping Gazette.

Fill in your name.

You two, you're next.

Leman Street.

No.

Mr. Thatcher!

Robin, what are you doing?

You were to stay.

I was afraid.

Them people you left me with, they're bad.

No, I told you, Robin.

They're friends.

All right?

You cannot be here.

Eh?

Leman Street?

On Princelet Street?

Yeah, we'll send a constable right away.

Who's this, then?

Robin, sir.

Robin?

Robin Sumner?

I came to see Mr. Thatcher.

Well, you're a clever boy, then.

Cleverer than Mr. Thatcher here.

I'll wire J Division.

They've been looking for him all over.

It's their case now.

Come with me, Robin.

I'll find you a quiet place and a cup of sweet tea.

You're gonna be just fine, son.

Come on.

Sergeant.

Right, sorry. Yeah.

Sergeant, I'm in need of our assistance.

Dove puts the bodies in the water here,

but for them to meet such a flow to navigate

clear through the Limehouse cut and into the Thames?

I mean.

No, this stretch here, that's barely five foot to a mile.

Tide drops, those bodies will wash up

for us to find before they're carried away again.

So anything heavy in the water would

most likely be washed aground.

Just after this meander.

Good Luck Hope.

11:00 tonight, the tide at its lowest.

After that, the current will wash them away into the Thames.

Jackson, we can find them.

With the Sumner boy missing, the bodies of his mother and uncle

may be our only incontrovertible evidence

of Nathaniel's savagery.

We can bring Dove down.

Jackson, are you with me?

I guess we're doing us some night-fishing.

J Division, here's the lad.

You're gonna go with this policeman now, Robin.

His division are gonna take care of you, all right?

Well, that's one less headache.

You've been a very brave boy, Robin,

but you don't need to be afraid anymore.

Does he, Miss Chudley?

You call for me, sir?

I did.

I did.

Come here.

Sit.

I've just handed the boy over to J Division, sir.

Good, good.

Now, Inspector Drummond, when you observe these posters

blasted around the station house and the streets beyond it,

what is it you see?

Sir, is that blood?

Let me tell you what I see-- a looking glass that every day

reflects the continued inefficacy

of this division to prosecute justice

upon its most hunted fugitives.

Now, there are some might say this is shame on us

should be doubled, at least.

Even our most recently promoted officer

is sweetheart to the very daughter of the fugitive

we chase. -Sir.

Now, she--

I will tell you what she is, your Mathilda Reid.

She's on the side of goodness, willing to turn

against her own Pappy out of noble rectitude.

And you?

You, Drummond, lack even the decency

to share such with your constabulary brothers.

Now, lad, you'll tell me about Miss Reid's doings

with her outlaw old man.

And you will tell me now.

Now, Drummond!

There-- there is a candle, sir, in the bedroom window.

Miss Reid, might I have a word?

Mr. Shine, I really must be going.

A moment is all.

And no more.

Last we spoke, I pondered we were kin on account of us

both resurrected.

Yes, but--

Please, Miss Reid.

I was wrong.

You are life, but I?

My kin is your father, who imagined we saw off death.

But it was, for us, our true resurrection.

We have a cause.

Now we-- we're bound to the reeking purgatory

of these streets, more-- more cursed than the dead,

who at least know their peace.

For with us, there lingers like-- like a whore's perfume

the dream of life.

Here there is a hell of its very own for the dreaming dead.

Mr. Shine, Mr. Shine, Mr. Shine.

Somebody help!

No, no, no.

Forgive me.

Forgive me, Miss Reid.

My intention was not to-- dear girl,

your father will find his peace.

I will make sure of it.

Before it is done, take yourself from this place Hear me.

Whitechapel is no quarter for the living.

Good day, Miss Reid.

Good day.

Drum, what are you doing home so early?

I saw Mr. Shine on Princelet Street.

He was behaving very strangely.

Thilda, I-- could we sit?

But the longer he's out there on the run,

he just makes things worse for himself.

Maybe if he turned himself in, or else we could find and bring

him in, he would have a fair hearing and a chance

to present himself.

And-- and all you would need to do is light your candle.

I cannot, Drummond.

Mathilda, when we gave Mr. Reid's letter to Mr. Dove,

I thought we'd done the right thing, see?

Did we, Drum?

What, Thilda?

I thought it right then, but--

Oh, Thilda.

I would not ask this of you, except--

Drum, he is my father.

I know it is difficult, but I cannot do this.

I understand, my love.

Forgive me.

The flow should be at its slowest on this side.

The Sumner man will be the heavier of the two.

The body should wash up near this bank.

But she will not, see?

Says she cannot.

And I-- I would value your advice, is all, Mr. Dove.

My advice on questioning an order

from your direct superior?

I'm not accusing you of insubordination,

Inspector Drummond.

I respect the man unafraid to think for himself.

And you wish to protect your sweetheart

from our bleak travails.

I respect that also.

But who protects Whitechapel from the likes of Edmund Reid?

It is us, Drummond.

Reid's apprehension remains the chief concern of H Division.

Whatever policing you must do to that end,

you may be sure it is for the good.

And also, above all, think of your future

with Miss Reid, the life you will build for her.

How may that begin when she must live under the shadow

of her renegade father?

Reid, over here.

For-- for the boy to be here, to have washed up thus,

for him to have got to the marshes

so fast we can recalculate--

What?

For him to have reached the marshes so fast,

we can work out where the body was dropped.

We can recalculate!

You don't even see it, do you?

Look at him.

Look at him!

Goddamn it.

Look at him.

He's a child.

This is how far he'll go.

This is what he does.

My son is in that house right now.

It's over.

It's over.

No, no, no, no!

You stay. You stay.

You stay. Stay.

We have a clue!

We have a fresh clue.

We got nothing, Reid.

Nothing.

Goddamn you for ever coming back to Whitechapel.

You think I'm gonna let my son, my wife fall into the hooves

of your crusade?

Where are you going?

Where?

I can't look at him, or you.

Jackson.

Jackson, the boy, the boy!

Just throw him back in the water.

Let the ocean take him.

It's coming for all of us.

I will not see your memory washed away, Robin Sumner.

Caitlin.

Matthew, what?

The boy, Caitlin.

Robin, he-- we found him.

It was Dove.

He killed him.

Listen to me.

We're taking Connor and we're getting

out of this goddamn hellhole.

How, Matthew?

I don't care how, but I'm taking our son.

And by God, I'll see him safe.

Are you with me?

Matthew, I--

Are you with me?

I am with you always.

First light, we're out of here.

We'll get our boy and Reid can go to hell.

I told Caitlin to get some sleep.

'Cause we're getting out with Connor.

I know you want Dove.

I know you want justice for Drake, for Bloom,

for-- for all of 'em.

But I can't help you no more.

I buried him.

You were right.

it is over.

It is over.

I want to give you some advice.

You get out also. And for good.

And you would have me leave my Mathilda here?

She lit her candle

Can you trust her, Reid?

She is my daughter.

And I must say goodbye.

Your advice, Captain, was a conclusion

I had already reached unaided.

We tried.

Didn't we?

We can see that, at least.

We did.

We did, Captain.

We tried.

That's Connor's room.

Caitlin.

Caitlin.

Chudley, right?

Get out of our way.

Take them now.

Not today, boys.

Connor.

Gustus!

Augustus will hunt you down and grind you for glue.

You ought to know I ain't above shooting a woman.

Nor am I. Third floor.

Miss Susan?

Shoot him.

Shoot The son of a bitch, god damn it!

Matthew, he has Connor.

Mama!

Nathaniel, I'm here for my son. Please.

Please, give him to me. -The pup?

Gustus cares for him now.

I'm pleading with you, Nathaniel.

Give me my son.

He's Gustus now.

Miss Susan, I--

Your brother is no safe guardian.

He's a killer of boys.

Robin Sumner, Nathaniel, you knew him, did you not?

Robin?

Where is he?

Matthew pulled him from the river

last night, where your brother Augustus put him.

No.

No.

Gustus promised me he would not harm him.

Oh, that boy's dead.

Washed up like garbage in the mud of Good Luck Hope.

It's your piece of shit brother killing

on account of your killing, you goddamn animals.

I never meant for him- never meant for him-- Robin, Robin!

Nathaniel, give me my son.

Mama.

Forgive me, Miss Susan.

Forgive me.

He ain't holding Connor now.

Step aside, Caitlin.

End-- end me.

Matthew.

Matthew, we have Connor.

Please. End me.

I beg you, please.

No, we're leaving. Let's go.

Such food for thought, Mr. Dove.

Proud words, proud and noble.

This morning, then, you will have him.

I will.

He will bow to me.

Edmund Reid will kneel.

I will wait upon it, Inspector.

Your work has been exemplary.

Lady Justice, Mr. Dove, holds us

both close to her righteous tit, does she not?

Mr. Reid, you cannot run no more.

There are 20 constables, both ends of this alley.

Will you come peaceful with me?

Mathilda.

It's better you come quiet, sir.

Drummond, I-- will you tell her I understand?

And that I love her?

To remember that of me, if nought else.

By right of that, which all of us who

police this great city hold dearest to our hearts,

I write of justice.

We, all of us, stand today on the cusp of a glorious new age.

A locomotive carving steadfast and sure

towards our fabulous future, the future we have dared to dream.

And what a future it shall be.

The brave and glittering century which awaits us fills me only

with hope, hope that with ever more sophisticated policing,

we may in the coming decades eradicate crime altogether.

Nought so kind as kind, is there?

Good work, Inspector Drummond.

You're caught, Edmund.

You were outcoppered.

Will you kneel to me as my prisoner?

He will not kneel!

The savage and any human outlaw still thinks

himself a man of stature.

Well now.

Them shackles are unbecoming for a man of stature.

Take 'em off.

I said, take 'em off.

No, Jedediah.

At last, Edmund Reid must fight his own cowardly corner.

I will not fight you.

Then this, brother, will sting something fierce.

Steady Ed ain't so steady now.

Fight, Edmund.

These men will not intervene.

We may come to know the 20th century

as the great era of peace.

Now, now, let us parlay.

And at last, know an age

of true harmony between men.

I will end you!

Father!

No!

Please, Mr. Shine.

He is my father.

Get her away from here.

No.

Get her away from here.

Mathilda!

Mathilda.

We had to catch him.

I will never forgive you!

Behold him, behold him!

Look upon your Edmund Reid!

Look upon him!

He is fallen.

He is fallen. See him.

Kneel now before the justice of Jedediah Shine.

You and I, Edmund, at last you will know it,

what it means to have all you are snatched from you, to be

a half-man in a half-life with nought in your black heart

but hate, hate.

I've dreamed of this.

Put him in irons.

I've finished him. I've finished him.

No more!

I am-- I am master.

Ain't no man brings down Jedediah

Shine except Jedediah Shine.

I'm done with dreaming.