All language subtitles for The.Frankenstein.Chronicles.S02E05.WEBRip.XviD-FUM

I believe another murder as taken place
in Pye Street only last night.

Is that not correct?

I saw the man
fleeing, Inspector.

The killer we're looking for
is John Marlott.

Go home, Joseph.
You're off duty until further notice.

A ship was due in port
three weeks ago carrying timber and ice.

It never arrived.

I have been invited
to a grand occasion tonight.

Frederick Dipple.
-Jack Martins.

Jack Martins.

What scared you
the other evening?

There's this room where
he keeps all his contraptions.

There was a strange book and a door
that can't be unlocked.

Dipple and
the Dean of Westminster

are conspiring to clear Pye Street
ahead of the sale of the land.

Esther, I cannot wake up tomorrow morning

knowing that you will never return
to this house.

I will return.

It may be true as the say,

that the stench surrounding the King's bed
is worse than the rookeries.

But it is also true that the King
will soon be dead.

In these troubled times our government
requires the support of the best men.

In his youth, an idealistic humanitarian,

now his treatments and cures have made him

the most visionary scientist
of his generation.

Gentlemen, Lord Daniel Hervey.

Thank you, Sir Robert.

My apologies for the surplus of rumor
surrounding my absence.

It is my honor to return to public life,

as a passionate advocate
for Sir Robert's plans for our city.

This bold program for social betterment
and reform here in Westminster

Law, order and public health for all.

No exclusions.

Not even the church.

It will be my privilege
to persuade Prince William

that Sir Robert's plans
are no mere vision.

-All he needs to do is look out the window

and see for himself the changes
that are already occur...

A body has been found
in the river, sir.

What?

Why

Mr. Martins?

I've been worried about you.

You're not safe with me.

Will you let me help you?

If I were to let you...

You would be dead.

Just like everybody else.

You are not alone with that affliction.

They were murdered, Esther.

These ghosts, they haunt me,

but I cannot help them.

I don't know what they want.

You're tired.

You're cold.

Leave me!

Take your charity elsewhere.

Give it to someone
who deserves it more than I.

Very well.

Gentlemen, the sergeant's
throat was cut ear to ear.

His heart was taken.

The circumference of the knife marks
on his chest,

as well as the exceptional skill shown
in the extraction of the organ,

suggest that the heart was intended
to remain intact

on its removal from the torso.

I would also add, that though the
River Thames is not known for its warmth,

Sergeant Nightingale's corpse shows signs
of having been recently thawed.

-From frozen.

Inspector Treadaway,
do Sergeant Nightingale's wounds

bear any similarity to those
of the murdered clergymen?

I couldn't tell you
about the first two victims, sir.

Their autopsies were conducted in private.

But the newspapers reported
that the clergy victims

had their bodies torn limb from limb?

That's what I read, too, sir.

But we know that to be misinformation
falsified by Grub Street...

Excuse me, the press.

Would you tell us
about the events

leading up to the discovery
of Sergeant Nightingale's body?

Sergeant Nightingale
told me he saw the killer

fleeing from Cornelius Spence's lodgings.

Said he recognized him.

And who did he believe it to be?

Inspector John Marlott, sir.
John Marlott?

Correct me if I'm wrong,
but wasn't John Marlott hanged

in front of hundreds of witnesses?

Yes, sir, he was.

So what did you do next?

I relieved him of his duty.

Constable Bircher
saw him later on his beat,

said he was babbling,
couldn't make head nor tail.

That was the last anyone saw of him
before we found the body.

Thank you, Mr. Treadaway.

It is my conclusion that Sergeant
Nightingale was willfully murdered.

And in my opinion,

if he was in pursuit
of the true murderer of the clergymen,

then it was the true murderer
who took his life

and disposed of his body.

And is yet to be captured.

Mr. Marlott

In that prison cell, when you told me
you were innocent of Flora's murder,

even though I could not find your proof,
I believed you.

I don not believe you are responsible
for his murder now.

I failed him.

Perhaps. But you have yet to fail me.

And right now, I believe you are
the only man that I can trust.

So here it is.

Lord Hervey is alive. And back in London.

He's been spotted more than once
leaving the Palace of Westminster.

Wait! Wait! Wait! He took a carriage,
I don't know where he went.

What was he doing there?

He's working for Peel. Now, your turn.

Do you still believe
that Hervey is in some way

-I do.

Hmm. Then perhaps, together,
we can shed some light on this matter.

You asked me who my source was
that gave me the clergy's autopsy reports.

It was the Dean's coroner himself,
Renquist.

Which means he faked them.

Yeah. Exactly.

Now, why would a coroner
wish to cover up a thing like this?

And who would he be doing that for?

That is the coroner's mortuary.

Shall I do the talking or...

Mr. Marlott! I'll do the talking, shall I?

When have you not?

No disturbances, am I understood?

So much for discretion.

-I'm a friend of Sergeant Nightingale's.

I am afraid you've got the wrong coroner.

Beg to differ.

You lied to me, Renquist.

The murdered clergy weren't dismembered,
they had their hearts cut out.

You deliberately falsified
the autopsy reports

and fed me false information.

Forgive me, but isn't that
all you're good for?

Maybe. But not what I'm good at.

And when I write your obituary,

I shall make sure
to cut your reputation to ribbons.

"Obituary." Very good.

Who told you to cover up
the removal of the hearts?

Well, here's the rub.

If I tell you, I'm a dead man.

We're all dead men.

Does the name Daniel Hervey
mean anything to you?

-Talk. Talk!
-Marlott, stop!

Marlott

So it is true.

And they say you're a killer.

Shame on you.

What's the ice for?

My morticians use it.

For what?

For what?

To store organs.

I couldn't help myself.

I... I've almost finished the work.
I'll be better in a minute.

I do not care about the work.
You know that.

Please. I don't wish you
to see me like this.

I wish to.

You're leaving?

Come no closer.

Please.

Come with me. Come with me.

You're only saying this
because you're leaving.

Is that really what you think of me?

Come with me.

As what
Or your mistress?

As my wife.

Why do the rich feel they can
meddle with our emotions?

I'm not for collection.

My work is done.

He is seven years old.

He has one shoelace undone.

He will never tie it.

His brown hair falling in his eyes.

And a red ball,

he loves to play,

he longs to play.

What are you doing?

Your son

longs so much for you to see him
as clearly as he sees you.

And as clearly as I can see him right now.

He is always by your side.

He never left it.

No. You stay away from me.

-Listen to me.

Your late experiment
has paid me a visit.

Was it fruitful for him?

I said nothing.

But he will soon find his way to you,
as you predicted.

As will the others.

The King will not last the week,
and when he dies,

I fear we will lose his protection.

Everything you ever taught me,

every heart that I carved out
at your request,

-all roads lead to us.
-Shh. Calm yourself.

But the law will be upon us, Daniel.

Not if we aim it
at Frederick Dipple first.

How?

Dipple intends to leave
for the continent in secret.

That's when we will throw him to the dogs.

How can I be sure
I will not share his fate?

Remember how you were
preyed upon at school?

Who was it protected you?

Have I not always protected you?

Walter, you have shared in my discoveries.

Our names will lie side by side.

I just need a little more time.

"My beloved son.

I have sacrificed everything I have

so that I may hear your precious heart
beat for all eternity.

Keep this formula close to your heart.

It holds the secret to everlasting life.

Farewell, sweet boy."

That's Maggs' seat.
It's taken. Get lost.

I don't see anybody.

Yeah, well, that's 'cause he's dead.
This is his wake.

I still don't see him.

I know you.

Corpse bearer.

You deliver ice, right?

Why, what you after

Ever heard of Frederick Dipple?

He imports timber and ice to London.

You shift his ice for him?

Where does he keep it?

I used to be a footman for Edmund Kean.

Yeah, that's right, the actor.

'Til he caught me pinching his silver.

Well, I learnt my lesson,
and now I work for Dipple.

He pays me well enough.
Better than digging up coffins.

And that would barely even
get me halfway to pissed,

and I intend to because this is a wake.

Well, you tell me where he stores his ice,

and when I'm done with him,
all that ice is yours and yours alone.

So talk. Before it melts.

There's a tower by the plague pit.

You know it?

Well, it belongs to Frederick Dipple.

That's where he keeps his ice.

I loved him, Tatty.

What if I had something to do
with how he died?

How?

I told Joe I...
I had a bad feeling about Mr. Dipple.

We all have bad feelings
about our employers. Who doesn't?

No, listen. I saw a man in Dipple's house.

He was up to no good. I know it.
I told Joe.

They won't take me seriously. Nobody takes me seriously.

Well Joe might have.

Come on!

Miss Pickett, I'm afraid hearing
strange noises in your employer's house

doesn't quite give me enough
to go kicking down doors with.

But that wasn't all.

Queenie.

He had a book. A strange book.

It had a loose page
with a drawing of a human heart.

I swear the page had blood on it.

A door I didn't have a key to,
there was some odd fella

trying to get into it.

-Look, I know how it sounds, but...
-Bircher.

Thank you, Miss Pickett.

I'll take what you've said
into consideration.

My constable will see you out.

The dean's parish watchmen

are now intent on apprehending
Sergeant Nightingale's killer

before we do.

If they are successful,
we will be stripped of our authority.

And you are telling me you have
no lines of inquiry to follow?

Well? Or is the dean's estimation
of our abilities correct?

We have turned up one, sir.

-Appears that Nightingale received

a tip-off from the housekeeper
of Frederick Dipple.

-She described a man

hiding in Dipples' who Nightingale
must've mistook to be...

Yes?

-John Marlott.
Please, God, tell me

that you are not
entertaining this insanity.

It's not the evidence
I'm entertaining, sir.

It's the fact that Nightingale was
and might've paid Mr. Dipple a visit.

Which case we can follow
his tracks from there.

Hmm.

Dipple...

Dipple, Dipple, Dipple.

-Very well.
-Sir.

-And Inspector.
-Sir.

With a man as powerful as Dipple,
"might have" will not suffice.

Yes, sir.

People who know me too long

always acquire a certain look.

There's something about me
they cannot place

a question that they dare not ask.

The same look that you have
on your face now.

The same look
that I have fled continents to escape.

But for you, I cannot.

So ask me.

You can see my son?

And he is here now?

I cannot feel him.

Shh.

Close your eyes.

No.

This is madness!

Why? Why would God let
you see him and not me?

God has no part in this.

There are more things possible on
this earth than you could ever dream of.

There is no death...

-Shh.

There's only life.

Life can breathe itself into anything.

I can show you and you will see him,
I promise you.

How?

How?

Please wait for me here.

Hey...

Hey...

Mr. Dipple. I'm Inspector Treadaway
of the Metropolitan Police.

This is Constable Bircher.

We've had some information, sir,

regarding the death
of one of our sergeants.

We'd like to ask you some questions.

If you'd like to accompany us
down to the station, sir.

Sir Robert Peel's personal request.

Sam?

I'm here, my love.

Mama's here.

Don't be afraid. Frederick knows I'm here.

My mother used to sing
my sister and I to sleep.

I mean you no harm.

Quite the opposite.

Truly.

Who are you?

The one who can show you how.

You've never had any dealings
with Sergeant Nightingale,

any business or otherwise?

He's never visited your townhouse?

I don't make a habit of inviting
policemen into my home.

You could ask my housekeeper,
Miss Pickett,

but perhaps you already have.

Do you have any interest in human anatomy,
Mr. Dipple?

That depends upon the human,
and the precise part of the anatomy.

How about hearts?

I'm a collector.
I am interested in all things.

British law is particularly fascinating,
wouldn't you say, Inspector?

All those little idiosyncrasies
of who it defends, and who it punishes.

A man's rights are paramount.

But a gentleman's rights are sacrosanct.

How well do you know the law, Inspector?

Pillock.

What do you reckon?

He's sitting on thorns, sir.

What is this place?

It is where you will be reborn.

I will not force you.

This is your choice to make.

It is too precious a gift not to be.

What choice?

To die?

To transform.

To be reunited with your child.

Not in heaven, but here.

On Earth...

Now.

You are by no means the first,

as Frederick himself
understands all too well.

And I believe you are already
well-acquainted with the second.

Though not as well as I am.

Allow me to tell you the truth
about Mr. Martins. But let us begin with his real name.

This is not God's will.

There is no such thing.

Only indifference.

You think all I do
is deliver his poxy ice for him?

Eh? You're done for, corpse bearer.

It is up to us to retaliate.

And rekindle all we have lost.

Joseph?

Figured you weren't coming, sir.

Thought you might've dropped off.

Are you hurt, sir?

Been keepin' watch since sundown,
just like you told me.

Been on 'em like a barnacle.

Time's wasting, sir.

How long are you gonna sit on 'em?

I'm sorry, Joseph.

I'm sorry.

I damned your soul.

I damned Flora's, everybody's.

Forgive me.

Forgive me, sir.

Forgive me.

Joe?

You comin', Joe?

I've got my orders.

The choice is yours.

Marlott?
Esther.

-No.
-You are too late, John.

Whatever they've promised, they're lying.

No!

No! No, no!

Let me help you. Shh.

You!

Now do you understand?
You are not the only one.

You and I are like brothers.

How many others did you kill?

Sacrifices are necessary.

The Dean of Westminster?

Has blood on his hands.

Frederick Dipple killed one of our own.

So tonight we catch him
or we don't stop till we do.

You promised me the formula.

Give it to me. I need it!

Get off the streets! Stay inside!

I cannot live without Esther.

And one day, you will come
to the understanding that neither can you.

God will judge you for this!

He will judge you for this!