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Sergeant Artherton?

Mr Drake -
he has fought Inspector Shine.

He has.

Did he...win, Sir?

Councillor Cobden?
A word with you, if I might?

A comment, if you will?

On my purpose here?
You are welcome to it, Mr Best.

I am set on the renovation of
St Paul's Wharfside.

Oh, no, good lady.
I have a surfeit of those already.

No. It's, erm, it's comment
on other matters I seek.

Yourself and Detective Inspector
Reid, you have been friends long?

We have interests that conjoin.

Politicians and police -
it will ever be the case.

I know, it's a sweet story.

Yourself and Edmund Reid -
aligned for ever more...

..on his night-time visits
to your offices.

Conjoined good and proper,
I imagine.

Ma'am!

Oh! Good God, no!

Shine, Shine, Shine!

The width of the cleft
is barely a millimetre

through Mr Hinchcliffe's throat -

cut clean through the windpipe,

but the wound encircles
the neck entirely.

So...piano or cheese wire,
most like. It's from behind -

pull clean, hold tight.

A man of strength and precision.
An all too recent murder.

And one to which we must add
the investigation

of this rotted array
of bone work.

You ask me, the river's
the best thing for them.

We must do what we can.

Straighten up, now in to him,
body, body!

Liver and kidneys!

Don. Bennet.

Jab! Jab! He is not without skill,
Artherton tells me.

Head, body...
It is not skill he needs.

Bennet, Mr Hinchcliffe...

..now, the man who defrauded him,
the man who murdered him, perhaps,

he sits in our cells
not ten yards from where we stand.

Body, body! Jab, jab!

May I show him to you? Cross!

Nathaniel Hinchcliffe,
the man you cheated, Mr Werner.

The man you say I cheated.

His murdered body
lies in my dead room -

ready to give up
the secrets of its death.

Well, then that is where
you must find them,

cos you'll get none from me.

Have it from me, Reid,

the look of disgust
on your face when you struck me?

You lack the stomach
for another man's torment.

Perhaps. But might I
introduce you to my friend here?

His name is Drake.
Perhaps you have heard it spoken.

I heard it, he was gone.

As you can see, he is not.

Now, Nathaniel Hinchcliffe,
you defrauded him

and then you had
him murdered, did you not?

What, Inspector?
Has your dog gone lame?

Sergeant Drake?

You have my warrant card, Sir.

I've not taken it back.

And so I am not your sergeant
to be bid no more.

You retrieved
Hinchcliffe's broken body.

That man in there, he will not talk
to me and I cannot...

You cannot find it
in yourself to force him?

No.

And so once more require me
to do so for you?

Inspector, I will not be
that man no more.

I cannot.

Do you not see what it
has brought me, Sir?

Each lip I've fattened...

..each head I've beaten against
steel bars, at your bidding.

And you stood there in silence,

waiting for their secrets
to pour forth.

Inspector,
look at the ruins of our lives.

Anyone we might...care for
or bring close to us, anyone!

They suffer and we lose them.

Do you think these facts
not related?

No. That is
not the way the universe functions.

There is no... There is no God,
stood in judgment.

Who mentioned God, Sir?
No, I talk of life!

And life, Mr Reid,
is offended by you and me.

Mr Blewett? Mr Blewett?

Mr Blewett? Is that my name
atop of tonight's bill? It is, Rose.

And I hope to not receive
another visit from your friends

and they now appreciate
the efforts I make for you.

All my days, all of them,
whatever happens,

I will always be grateful to you.

Rose, please, hush.

This is not to be laid at my door.

But if it is not you
I thank, then...

No thanks required. Erm...

Nonetheless, Sir, you have them.

Miss Rose.

Susan, am I to wait in bed
all morning for my kippers?

That one there. Make it two.

Thank you, Sir.

Good day to you.
Lunchtime repast for you boys.

Mr Judge, you may feel protected
by your familial relationship

with this station house. But we are
both patient and watchful men.

Should you try to sell
our diamond, Sir,

we will have it from you.

And that item recovered,
we shall then take your head.

This will rile you.

Then don't say it.

Our father would have been
proud of your skill.

Pleased that you put it to use.

Our diamond...still
in there, then?

Those shits in suits
still watch you?

I think they're in love.

Then it stays put.

And I must hit you
for more spending.

You want more money from me?

Go to that cabinet, bottom-right
drawer, get yourself an apron

and make yourself useful.

Reach for something here - a
supporting opinion may be conducive.

Mr Reid give it me,
to help me hunt for you, Bennet.

He said I would return
it to you.

And see, I have.

You want coffee, girl?

No, Rose, you, er...
you stay out here.

I'm told there will be
scouts attending...

from the West End playhouses.

I worry, Bennet.

I fear the song I am to
perform is not...

That I don't sing
it very well.

But it's fashionable...and comic.

You must do what you
think best, Rose.

If I was to do what...

you thought best?

I know no songs.

But if you ask me...

..you must use a song
that speaks to your heart...

..and sing it from there, girl.

Will you come to Blewett's?
Watch me?

It would mean the world.

Then I shall come.

Constable.

Is it true what the streets say?

That Bennet Drake has emerged
from the pauper's pit

with the body of
Nathaniel Hinchcliffe in his arms?

It is, Mr Shine.

And that body now lay
beneath the keen eye

of Edmund Reid's American?

In all likelihood.

And I imagine...yours an opinion

all Leman Street
would urgently hear.

What?

You kill me?

I made you, son.

What were you...

..before Jedediah Shine
laid his eyes on you?

I was a bad man when you found me.

But you have since made evil of me,
sir.

You see?

I cannot be ended.

Your brother is qualified
to assist you, is he?

Our father - a doctor himself -

enrolled us in
The University of Virginia

to study medicine.

Twink here lasted the course.

I did not.

So I can, er...approximate
a number of factors.

Gender, age, time of death
and manner of that passing.

From these? I said approximate.

Number one - a lady,
and from the wearing on her teeth,

I'd say she's past 50.

Two and three, both men.

Mr Two here, likewise past 50.

Mr Three is a somewhat younger man,

perhaps only recently advanced
into adulthood.

Two, however -
well, he has a peculiarity.

The bowing in the tibia.
The maxilla is enlarged.

The man had Paget's disease.

Paget's. That's the...misshapen
enlargement of the bones, is it not?

You are a medical man yourself, sir?
He reads.

You said you might hazard
a time of death. What? A month?

The season and the year.
There's two factors to consider.

Cartilage and the wasps.
Wasps?

So we are to be led to the truth
by dead insects.

Hey, without them, we're nowhere.

That nest in the ribcage.

Now the queen can only have built it
in the summer of last year.

Not this past?

She'd have flew out
and stung you on your nose.

So it is the frost of the intervening
winter which has killed them.

Summer of '89,
when she makes this body her home,

it's already got to be
empty of flesh.

So these are dead the spring of 1889?
Give or take.

That's cartilage.

In all three, you can find the same.
This cartilage not rotted?

Breaks down slower
than muscle and tissue.

It is then preserved
by the same winter chill

that has killed the wasps. Quite so.

Although Mr Three there
is somewhat better preserved.

Suggesting what?
That he died a month or so later?

That he was murdered a month
or so later.

He has this correct?

Hey, I wouldn't have picked it,

but my brother is somewhat
conspiratorial by leaning.

I am a man for patterns, Inspector.

This here is the thyroid cartilage.
Lives right above the trachea.

See these striations?

They're minute -
less than a millimetre in diameter.

But something very thin has cut
all the way through

with very great intent.

And these three share
the same markings

as these preserved thyroids?

They do. They do.

The force and conviction with
which Mr Hinchcliffe was garrotted,

it is an unusual feat,
is it not,

for the incision to penetrate
so deep?

It suggests an extreme relish
for the task, yes.

And one might imagine
a similar...relish

being brought to bear
on the thyroid cartilages

of these cadavers.

The same means of execution,
by the same hand? One may.

Please sir, you are to arrest me.

What charge?

Flight?

What charge?

Accessory to murder.

Whose?

Whose? Mr Reid, no man curses
me stronger...

You tell me, now.

Nathaniel Hinchcliffe.

Joseph Merrick.

But, er...Joseph Merrick?

But he fell asleep -

he...he was asphyxiated
by the weight of his own body.

He was asphyxiated...Sir,
and with the weight of himself also.

But it was not he
who removed the supports.

But you were there.

You were outside. I was, Sir.

Who? Who, damn you?! Who?!

Who?

Inspector Shine.

How do you know this?
He sent me here.

Knew you, Mr Reid, had your eyes
on his activities

and knowing that you could find
no men to join you here,

had me volunteer.

I was sent here to spy on you, sir.

Sergeant Artherton,

throw that man in my office there
into a cell.

yes, sir - on what charge, Mr Reid?

Our betrayal.

Reid!
Are you in command of yourself?

Do you know what it is you do?
I know precisely.

We wonder, do we not,
if those skeletal remains

were taken by the same man
as killed Mr Hinchcliffe?

Now, Flight's testimony gives me
Jedediah Shine for that last murder,

but if I might name those corpses,

discover their histories
and so join him with their deaths,

then I can nail his coffin shut

and put him in the earth
for all time.

And so? Can you name them?

Your timing is, as ever,
entirely apt.

What might have been
scandalous gossip

is now made fact.

This journalist, Best -

in due course, I shall see him
drowned in the northern outfall,

but for now, I ask your patience.

The three corpses that you discovered
in that Basin Slum tenement -

they begin to give up their secrets.

Secrets that may have great bearing
on the research I undertook for you.

On the ownership structure
of the slum?

The family which, until early
last year, owned the land.

The Vere-Lyons.
It was theirs from the 17th century.

The last descendents.

The old man? Augustus.
He was disabled, was he not?

His bones grown large and deformed?

He was indeed.

I believe his, one of the corpses -

the others, therefore perhaps,
his wife and son.

I believe them all murdered,

and that in this documentation
lie the trace-marks

of those who would gain
from that act.

The concern,
who now takes ownership

of the deceased family's holdings?

Obsidian Estates.

Indeed, yes.

Here - April '89,

the lands at St Paul's Wharfside
transferred to their holdings.

Who is it hides behind their shield
of bailiffs and lawyers?

They hide themselves
with some degree of skill, but...

Here, Edmund.

It is not solely
the Limehouse dockside

into which Obsidian develops.

It owns much of Whitechapel as well.

These streets - the preserves of
opium dens and gaming houses and...

..and brothels.

Brothels.

Edmund, wait.

You seem as if all else is forgot.

Jane, this, er...length of twine
that I follow,

it pulls me towards evil men

whose fell influence
is spread wide and deep

across the parishes of east London.

And I feel there the opportunity

not solely to correct the darkness
of the world in which I serve,

but also that which abides
in my own heart.

And that baleful force
then eradicated,

I might also find the strength
to...lead my own life.

Seek my own happiness.

And that strength being found,
I would seek it with you.

Goddamn it. Where is he?

Cheers.

Daniel, this isn't your own
private residence.

You can't be wandering about
the place like you own it.

My brother can be an old woman
when he chooses.

Ow!

I told you -
Reid has him awaiting retribution,

he is of no use to us.

What is inside his evil, shiny dome,
however, that is of interest.

Not here.

Friend Werner tells of a man
he knows.

A man of both sufficient
ready income

and disregard for
commercial authority

that may be persuaded
to buy such a rock. Who?

Captain - I believe I have
these poor souls' stories,

and you, perhaps, able to provide
their final chapter.

These, I believe,
are the last of the line -

the mortal remains of one of this
country's oldest landowning families.

Their portfolio - vast estates
in rural Gloucestershire,

a Regency mansion on Portland Place,

and east London slum land,
from which rents are raised.

Augustus and Clara Vere-Lyon

and their only son, Stephan -

Stephan who, in March of last year,
reports that his parents,

due to the sake of his father's
health, are gone abroad.

The old couple thus departed,
one month later,

Stephan transfers his family's entire
holdings at St Paul's Wharfside

into the ownership
of one Obsidian Estates.

Then Stephan himself,

promptly disappearing
from the face of the earth.

And you think this is
all Shine's doing?

To begin with, perhaps, yes,
I thought so. But, er...

No, he is a man far too happy
inside his own evil skin

to over-reach himself so.

However, he is a Limehouse man,

and this slum that Obsidian now owns
falling within his influence,

he would make an exemplary associate

for whichever vicious acts
of disguise and persuasion

and enforcement may be required.

And who is it makes him
this associate?

I hoped you would provide
that information for me, Captain.

Obsidian owns Tenter Street.

You want to know who it is
leases to Susan?

Yeah, it's, er...it's a man
named Duggan,

he has a barber shop
over on Finch Street,

he...resides there.

He does not, Sir.

Not any longer. Then where?

I was going to tell you, Twink.

Come!

If only he realised
the depth of my deception.

Allow me.

Mr Duggan, does your new bitch
not know to knock

when gentlemen are at business?

Everybody out. Now!

All I have done for you!

And you would treat me
with such little respect

in front of my associates.

Do you know what I do
to those that insult me?

Then do it to me, Duggan,

because I may live like this
no longer.

I have given to what you demanded
and so am obligated to you no more.

And yet I cannot.
I know what covenant we had, madam.

But another grows within me -
within my heart.

I cannot be without you, dear Susan.

Do you say that, what?

That you love me, Sir?

I believe I do, madam.

If you say that you are mine,

you may have every freedom
your heart desires.

I swear.

So he sleeps there!

Plenty of men have laid their head
beneath that roof

without doing so
on your wife's bosom.

Daniel - not once in your life

have you cared for any soul
other than your own,

but try to understand - I love her.

I need to kill him.

Those are the rules.

You kill him,
you remove from this earth

the one person who has it
in their power to make us rich.

It's him - Duggan.

The man Werner believes
we might sell our stone to.

Patterns, Twink - can you not see
how our stars align?

The very man we must exploit
is both the quarry of your inspector

and the enemy of your wife -
your wife, brother -

who, whilst her..."lodger"
suffers Reid's questions

can be visited and persuaded
of an entirely elegant logic

that if Duggan can be made
to acquire this diamond,

you and she may then repay him
with his own goddamn money.

It is a fine story, Edmund.

But your proof?

Follow me, Fred.

There is a bugbear of mine
I would return you to.

Your testimony as described to me
by Edmund Reid - it is true?

It is, Sir.

I brought you here, God damn you.

You volunteered to me
and I brought you here.

And it is true -

who you were in fact serving
at that time?

Say it.

I came to Leman Street
to spy for Jedediah Shine.

I saw Jedediah Shine
murder Nathaniel Hinchcliffe.

I waited beyond Joseph Merrick's
rooms... Enough!

It is sufficient, is it not, Fred,

to have Inspector Shine
brought to book?

Come tomorrow -
you bring this man Duggan in.

And I shall fetch the other.

Bennet Drake! You let me in

or I'll set a fire
and smoke you out.

Wainwright has promise,
and when timed correctly,

his uppercut might punch holes
in steel.

But he is young -
lacks in confidence.

It would not hurt you
to come to the semifinal.

Puff him up a bit.
You like this boy.

I do.

Then why is it you wish him to win?

You know it is Jedediah Shine
awaits him should he do so.

This life, Ben -

all we may do is put one boot
in front of the other,

may we not?

That's good, son!

Again, again!

Good lad - get down.

Good boy! And again!

Come on, ref, start counting!

Six, five, four,
three, two, one!

H Division!

Welcome, Constable.

I am a man of greedy anticipation.

A greed for you, son.

Let us hope you make
a better fist of it

than the last finalist to arrive
from the Leman Street ranks.

Chief Inspector.

It is a while since you
partook of such sport.

They have changed the rulebook,
Jedediah.

My day, anything went.

Had I fought you, I would have
carried a knife in my britches,

and - in my current mood -

used it to cut your knackers off.

After you, Chief Inspector.

No, Mr Reid - it is your shop.

Sergeant Artherton,
have this man booked.

Murder. Multiple counts.

Mr Duggan, we are very grateful
to have you today.

If you'll follow me,
we'll get you some tea.

Name?

Name?

There you are.

Obsidian Estates.

A concern of mine.

It's a large concern for a barber.

Some days I'm a barber,
some days I pursue other interests.

Ah.

Are you a policeman alone,
Inspector?

How is it Obsidian
came by its holdings

at St Paul's Wharfside?

The Basin Slum? Hm.

It was yielded to me
by a young man -

Stephan Vere-Lyon.

Vast acreage of rented tenements,
yielded for a peppercorn.

No, sir, no peppercorn -
repayment for a debt.

Heavy debt.

He was a miscreant libertine,
that young man.

You were happy
to fund his pursuits?

I do beg your pardon, Inspector,
but is this a moral debate?

You may say what you like
about the ethics

of my business practices.

I broke no law of yours.

I should, in all conscience,
congratulate you.

No.

You have concealed yourself
with great skill from my view.

But I see you now, sir.

Your lands extending from Whitechapel
to the Limehouse docks.

Whatever you choose to buy there,
to sell, to distribute,

all and everything aided
by your alliance with another man

I currently hold
in this station house -

Inspector Shine.

I believe he murders for you.

A family whose estate
you would absorb.

A craftsman who tenaciously pursues
a long firm deception you sponsor.

How do you expect to prove that,
sir?

I can incriminate Shine

and he, in turn,
can do the same to you.

You seem a fine fellow, Mr Reid,
but I feel for you. I do.

This force of yours is what -
a notch over 60 years of age?

And this great city?

Almost 2,000 years.

So there - do you follow?

This here - between you and I,
it is an uneven contest.

Your roots are shallow, Reid,

your laws improvised to fit a modern
world still in its birth pains.

You say that I did fix one man
to cause another's death?

Maybe I have.

But you can't demonstrate that
as a fact.

All you can do is bring witness.
One man's word against another.

And words are unreliable signifiers
of the truth.

Your world will advance.

I am certain that men like yourself
will make sure of it.

I will have returned to London clay
before that day dawns.

Till then, you are a child.

And I am a man of old stone.

You will stay here.

As you please.

Chin up.

You are to be released
from your purgatory.

Gentlemen. I have been kept waiting.

Other cattle to herd, Inspector.

And now my time is come?
So let us cut to it.

I do not believe I need go through
performances of astonished
outrage for you both.

I am incarcerated here due
to your suspecting foul deeds of me.

So, elaborate, Inspectors.

And I shall offer...rebuttal.

This man, he is known to you?

He is indeed familiar to me.

Yes. I remember all. Albert Flight.

Irish.

Sold gin, mixed with sulphur
and turpentine, did you not?

Men and women went blind,
Inspectors. And here he is now.

Reinvented as a CID man.

Can you imagine the scandal, sir
if you bring this case against me?

All accusations based on the word
of a poisoner who has

successfully lied his way
into the Whitechapel police.

What this man says,
there is truth in it?

Please, Chief Inspector!

He is no use to us dead.
No use to you alive, neither!

Never mind your inevitable failure,

but the glaring light you will
throw on our work, our livelihood,

our uniform, the fragile position
we hold in this city.

You were a Bloomsbury man -
you had a record.

Those records were true, sir.

But before then? You were this?

The man I was, is...abhorrent to me,
sir. Forgotten.

By you, perhaps.

But your past has
guided your present.

No, sir, the work I have done
for you, here. It was good work.

And that work was proper work.
I fought to outrun my shame, sir.

No man may do that, Flight.

Am I to be detained here any longer?

There is a championship final
for which I must train myself.

And it is your man I face,
is it not, Inspector?

What's his name? Wheelwright?
I do hope he's resilient.

Men have died
in that roped ring before now.

Mr Duggan.

Mr Shine.

Susan, hear me out.

I came because I still hope to
save you from him.

And so tell. How am I
to be rescued by you?

The diamond.

The diamond. The worthless rock
you have shown to me already.

You may call it worthless,
but it's not.

There are men that intend
to kill for its recapture.

Kill who?

My brother, myself.

Then perhaps I should lead them
to you.

No! No, no god damn it.
You love me still, I know it.

I assure you I do not.

This stone, it may be all

and everything we need to get
clear of that sack of shit.

Please.

I have it on authority

that Duggan can be led
to the purchase of this stone.

Led by me, you imagine?

The debt is then repaid
with his own money.

Must I draw you
an anatomical sketch, husband?

The debt is paid.
Try it.

I have no more pain to be felt.

There may yet be joy, however.

Look, whatever it takes, darling,
till my blood be spilt,

I will find what it takes
to make you smile again.

Only allow it. Allow me the
opportunity, this opportunity.

Joy is passing.

Vengeance, however...that is
a pursuit for which I'd see
blood spilt.

You say there are men of vicious

and murderous intent
who wish to reclaim this gem?

I do.

Flight. He must feel the whip,
Edmund.

Why, Fred? To what end?

We may not strike at Jedediah Shine
or Silas Duggan through him.

We may not strike at those men
at all. What, then?

Say, imagine, we might,
you and I, walk into a chophouse

on the Commercial Road
and in that chophouse we...

lay our hands up on the shoulder
of the man the world made

The Ripper, know him unequivocally
for that killer, what would we do?

There is what I would like to do.

And there is what I am permitted
to do.

And so instead of pinioning his head
to the wall through his eyeball,

we would show him our irons
then go about the process of proof.

We would. I would.

Evil men do as they please,
men who would be good...

..they must do as they are allowed.

I did not...wish to speak of it.

But you must know, this, er,
matter with the Councillor.

There are ructions at The Yard.
You a married man.

I am to tell you to break it off.

If I do not?

Take your pension. Find other work.

It is in the rough.

And it is stolen.

That is an impediment.

Such fripperies cause me disquiet.

I'm sorry, Susan,
but that is my sense of it.

And I am sorry that you consider
£30,000 a frippery.

Or is it myself you consider to be
nothing but your tinsel trapping?

Madam, please, you know
that not to be true.

Yet that is how I'm made to feel.

The transaction is to take place
in a music hall.

Enough. Is this all my life holds,

for ever having to listen
to your cowardice and evasion?

Will you furnish me with this gem
or no?

The man Duggan, he knows you.
He hates you.

He lays eyes on you, we may consider
the jig up.

Which is why he must not
until the deed is done.

So you are to meet he
and my wife where you exchange the
rock for the stipulated spending.

They are now synchronised.

Nine o'clock

is the time you must be holding the
bag of bills and Duggan the diamond.

You have me?

I don't know, Twink.
You ask me, it's complicated.

The jeweller, Finkel, betrayed you
to those De Graal bastards.

We can count on him doing
the same favour to me.

That betrayal enacted,
I will lead them to Duggan.

As you can see, it's today's date.

Whatever its provenance,
it is a jewel and I am a jeweller.

I must see it, however.

You bring it to me here. Here?

Indeed.

Not here, Mr Finkel,
some place I might feel safe.

It is prepared?

The full amount, madam. It is.

He cannot win, Mr Reid.

Are you happy to watch
Jedediah Shine put him

in the morgue for the pleasure
of 100 baying policemen?

I am not.

Then what are you prepared to do,
Sergeant?

We wish to combat him.
It is all that is left to us.

Lafone Cup provisions...
no man may be replaced

unless in the event of
incapacitation through injury.

You think it's best, Sergeant?

I do.

Do it, then.

Drink this.

I shall do it.

Hold fast, son.

Well, girl, do you wish to sing
or do you not?

There is someone that I wait for,
Mr Blewett.

Oh, you are waiting, are you? And yet
the house cannot wait for you.

Here at last, then, are we?

And so the men of H Division arrive.

Must these assembled men go
un-entertained, therefore?

They must not.

Bennett Drake. Such sport.

We are blessed!

Boxers...

..touch gloves.

Sergeant, I have not
had opportunity to

offer my sympathies
for the loss of your wife.

Though it is said, at the point
of her death,

she had returned to the
servicing of other men.

Who's to blame you, therefore,
now that

you seek comfort
with yet another...

Ladies and gentlemen,

I would ask you now to
give your full attention to

the voice of gaiety,
Miss Rose Erskine.

♪ I'm a young girl
and I've just come over

♪ Over from a country
where they do things big

♪ And amongst the boys
I've got myself a lover

♪ Since I've got a lover,
why, I don't care a fig... ♪

Come on, that's it. Hit him!

Why does he not fight?
He waits.

He rides the blows
until the man's arms tire.

Ben.

Ben!

You either lift your guard up

or there'll be nothing left of
your face for men to know you by.

Now, Ben!

His pocket!

I have it, brother.

What's this?

Where's our diamond? Wait, please,
I know where he is. Where?!

I'll take you. I'll take you.

♪ If I were a duchess
and had a lot of money

♪ I'd give it to the boy
that's going to marry me

♪ But I haven't got a penny,
so I live on love and kisses

♪ And be just as happy
as the birds on a tree

♪ The boy I love is up
in the gallery... ♪

The man, he's here.

♪ The boy I love
is looking now at me

♪ There he is, can't you see?

♪ Waving his handkerchief

♪ As merry as a robin
that sings on a tree... ♪

As agreed? As agreed.

Not near enough for two.

♪ I'd give it to the boy
that's going to marry me... ♪

Nice seeing you again, Twinkle.

♪ But I haven't got a penny,
so I live on love and kisses

♪ And be just as happy
as the birds on a tree... ♪

I know what it is you do.

You believe yourself
owed this punishment.

You are not. You have taken enough.
It is time now to fight, you hear me?

Fight!

Fight him!

Why will he not go down?

♪ The boy I love
is up in the gallery

♪ The boy I love
is looking now at me

♪ There he is, can't you see?

♪ Waving his handkerchief

♪ As merry as a robin

♪ That sings on a tree... ♪

The fat man in the monkey suit.

The item you hold.

We will have it from you, sir.

You will not, sir. It is acquired.

It is stolen.

From the house of De Graal.

You have what you came for.
You can leave us now.

We do not have the thief.

He stole from me also.

He was ever a liar

and ever a cheat.

Now, you men clear out before
you, too, die in this place.

Know this, Duggan.

Every moment I felt your
foul breath on my face,

your murderous fingers on my body,

I thought of this.

Dreamt of it.

Your lawyers, your estates
and holdings -

all will now be made to work for me.

Everything that you have built,
I will make it mine.

Darling...

Do not be confused, husband.

Everything I have said
remains the case.

I want none of you.

I want none of any man.

Inspector Shine?

You think this world can exist

without men such as you and I
who feel retribution?

There is balance, sir,
in all things.

Another one!

Again!

Once more, Ben!

No, no, no! You let them finish!

No, Sergeant! You kill him!

KILL HIM!