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You speak.
What does Mr Dove's brother do?

Reid believed him
to have been the killer.

REID: The mother's name was
the word he used for Dove.

Guluba.

DOVE: As I understand it, the doctors
have passed you fit, Inspector?

I will be a father to you.

There are Westminster Police
on guard day and night.

The house, entrances,
bedchambers of the occupants.

PRUDENCE: I do not see
an animal, Nathaniel.

- It ain't right!
- No!

(SCREAMING)

- I beg you. Shut...shut... Stop it!
- (BONE CRUNCHES)

Robin? Robin.

Miss Chudleigh!

SHINE: Windows to the soul, they say.
You spy the semblance of one?

It is the inter-cranial pressure.

You have told me this before.

The hurt of it, however,
daily more savage.

DR LENNON: The pressure
is increasing rapidly.

And?

Given the inefficacy
of my treatments, it's...

most likely glioma.

- English.
- Oh.

Tumour.

Perhaps from...

You did mention historic trauma
to the head?

Yeah, took a proper stoving
in the ring, all right,

from the very man who used to hold
this office, rest his chewed old soul.

Back then, one of you sawbones
said these eyes had gone.

But Jedediah Shine
don't wink out so easy.

I see you,
and I'll see you wrong as he.

DR LENNON: Inspector Shine,

there is not a doctor in this land
who could diagnose definitively.

(RINGING IN HIS HEAD)

Even then,

there lacks...

a medicine for glioma.

I can increase the concentration
of your morphine.

Measure carefully.

At this concentration,

so much as half a phial could see
three men never wake again.

More coca also.
I cannot afford my wits dulled.

DR LENNON: One tabloid per dose.

On no account exceed this.

A man with a crutch
may yet walk an endless mile.

Inspector Shine,
I must warn you, the swelling,

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,
jedediah Shine, am on his last rounds?

I begin to consider it a medical miracle
you've survived this long.

Ain't no miracles left
in this world, Doctor.

All a man needs...

is something to live for.

Fresh blooms for you, sir?

- For you, sir?
- No, thank you.

(HAWKERS SHOUT)

Oi. The Sumner fish stall. There's
no Sumners and no fishes. What...

Oi. Copper.

What's afoot, then?

I found him cowering
behind the meat wagons.

Robin. What happened?

Mr Thatcher.

Says they were slain.

Mama.

(SNIFFS) Uncle Caleb.

Nathaniel.

Uncle Caleb's neck.

(SNIFFS)

He looked like an animal.

He...

ate his throat.

About your business now.

I'll take care of the lad.

Robin Sumner. Hey, look at me.

You trust me, don't you?

You come with me now.

I'll see you safe.

You come with me.

Come on.

TRADER: Oi, come! Look, look!
That's the Sumner boy there.

So, you saw it?
You saw the man Nathaniel?

It's all right, Robin. They're friends.

- Mr Reid, sir...
- You tell me, Robin. Where? Where?!

- Will you tell me, boy? Where?
- Back off, 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 Christ's sake.

Mr Reid, leave us, please.

You just drink this up, little man.

That'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.

LONG SUSAN: Oh, you must be starved,
young one.

We're gonna fill your belly,
gonna get you cleaned up real good,

and then I'm gonna see
if I've got a shirt

that fits a strong young soldier.

The boy is fed and watered, at least.

I have left him in more capable hands.

His terrors.
I should not have shouted at him.

You, Miss Morton, may be
a stranger to fearful 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's holed up.

Reid. Reid, it is broad daylight.

- Then we move fast.
- We can't just...

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 get to Dove.

You wait here, keep the boy safe.

We go...now!

It's Edmund Reid! Get him!
It's Edmund Reid!

(GUN COCKS)

It ain't worth it, friend.

Now, 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, Drum.

What rumpus now
with you two pansy-flaps?

Frank here campaigns to trade
his helmet for a dunce cap.

I do not expect to repeat
my questions, Drummond.

I passed by Spitalfields, sir.

All the talk is,

a pair of fish sellers, usually
at market, were missing this day.

Only their boy, see,
he turns up, full hysterics,

says he seen his ma and uncle killed.

He says the killer...he used his teeth.

- Teeth?
- Ripped the neck out, as I heard.

- Where this lad now?
- Where indeed, sir?

Frank had him and Frank lost him.

The boy was...
He made off before I could...

Bested by a woe-struck nipper.

My apologies, Inspector.

- Inspector, should I wire] Division?
- Why would you do that?

The Sumners, the fish sellers,
that is, they wasn't Whitechapel.

They lived Hackney way,j Division turf.

They worked Whitechapel Market.
Makes this Whitechapel business.

(LOCK CLICKS)

I've brought you breakfast.

Eat, Nathaniel.

You will not heal.

Gustus.

The PUP-

Robin.

Let us hope he ran far, shall we?

And does not stop his running.

But 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.

DOVE: The pup.

He is no more than that.

Even if he spoke of aught...

...found the ears of strangers,

who would listen
to a child's hysterics?

(DOOR BANGS)

(WATER DRIPS)

JACKSON: Clean.

Nothing.

That's the point, Reid.
Nobody's place is this goddamn clean.

No? dust, no dirt. These walls...

Huh! These walls,
the plaster's still damp.

It's been scrubbed.
The entire place has been scoured.

By Dove, I have no doubt.

(SNIFFS) Whoa.

Christ.

(SNIFFS)

Sodium hydroxide.

It's for cleaning, say,
blood and death off your walls.

Look at...

REID: 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. And see how
those stems are broke back?

The horse and cart went here,
a different way.

No? tracks.

On account that somebody went
to the trouble of clearing them.

(GRUNTS)

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.

But he would 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 intercept 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
but the Lea is a tributary.

It dwindles and meanders.

With a map of its course gradients
and tide times...

- (WHEELS CLATTER)
- Reid, shut up.

That's a hansom.

(CRUNCH)

JACKSON: This place just got cleaned.

(GUN COCKS)

Be a shame to spray
your brains all over it.

(SHINE SCREAMS)

(PANTS)

Hello, jedediah.

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

JACKSON: Morphine.

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

For why are you here?

All right, all right, let's parley.
Parley.

Let us parley.

Answer me.

Heard rumblings that this here
may be a murder scene.

I thought you might have
heard them likewise.

So, you come in pursuit of me
and not to police some vicious slaughter?

Hackney killers, Edmund,
are not my business.

Whitechapel fugitives, however...

REID: 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 then
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 have
in my possession.

Yes.

I seen what you 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 are 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.

(SNIFFS) You will not
find another chance.

(GUN COCKS)

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

Pull the trigger, Reid.

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

It's a long walk back to Whitechapel.

(GUN CLICKS)

(CHAINS CLINK)

(KETTLE WHISTLES)

How long will he sleep?

I cannot say whether his exhaustion
or his terror is more powerful.

Oh.

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.

(SNIFFS)

I, um...I should check on Robin.

Robin, I thought you might like...

Robin? Robin?

Your visitor, Mr Dove,
has traipsed his filth.

My apologies, madam.

Them Marshes are sodden.

Then again, Mr Dove,

I gather you have a gift for cleaning.

(CHAINS CLINK)

SHINE: If you'd be so kind.

Your latest reflections
for the Police Gazette, is it?

DOVE: What is the meaning of this?

Last I was here,

I asked if you knew aught
of Edmund Reid's hypothesising...

vis-à-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 hypothesising,

- because Edmund Reid told me.
- You...

...you found Reid?

- Where is he?
- You see,

Reid is not currently
the matter critical, Mr Dove.

Your brother...

...Nathaniel,

he is the matter
most currently critical.

You're mistaken.
I have...I have no brother.

There is this day a nipper
abroad in Whitechapel,

bawling 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.

Guluba...

...means dove, doesn't it?

I will not tolerate the deception
of no man, Commissioner...

...not even you.

My brother is my concern alone.

SHINE: No.

No, he is 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 favour.

You 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?

(SNIGGERS)

And I am 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.
- When the Devil drives?

There is no Devil, Inspector Shine.

Tell that to the fish sellers' boy.

When Reid is done with,

you and I, Commissioner,
we shall talk again...

...on what price your reeking secrets
may be worth to you.

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 afeared through
these cruel streets.

It sits ill with me,
Drummond, most ill.

DRUMMOND: I understand, sir.

J Division territory this may be,

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

Yeah, of course, Mr Dove.

Of course.

(REPLACES PHONE)

- How could you?
- JACKSON: 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.

What, 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.

- (PHONE RINGS)
- Sign your name.

Just make your mark.
You two, you're next!

Leman Street?

- No, no.
- Mr Thatcher!

Jesus Christ. Robin, what are you doing?
You were to stay.

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

No, I've told you, Robin.
They're friends. All right?

- You cannot be here, hey?
- (PHONE RINGS)

Leman Street? On Princelet Street?

Yeah, we'll send a constable right away.

Who's this, then?

Robin, sir.

Robin? Robin Sumner?

I'll wire] Division.
They've been looking for him all over.

It's their case now.
Come with me, Robin.

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

You're going to be just fine, son.

Come on.

MAN: Sergeant?

- Sergeant? Sergeant?
- All right, fine. Yeah.

- Sergeant, I'm in need of assistance.
- Sign it.

Right, name?

REID: 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...

Now, 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.
- Good luck Hope.

11 tonight, the tide at its lowest.

After that, the current will wash them
away and 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?

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

(DOOR OPENS)

j Division? Here's the lad.

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

His division are going to
take care of you. All right?

Well, that's one less headache.

DOVE: You've been
a very brave boy, Robin...

...but you don't need
to be afraid any more.

Does he, Miss Chudleigh?

(RINGING IN HIS HEAD)

(RINGING IN HIS HEAD)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

- You called for me, sir?
- I did.

I did. Come in, sit.

DRUMMOND: I've just handed the boy
over to] Division, Inspector.

Good.Good.

Now, Inspector Drummond...

...when you observe these posters,

plastered around the station house
and the streets beyond...

...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 shame on us...

...should be doubled at least,

given our most recently
promoted officer

is sweetheart to the very daughter
of the fugitive-in-chief.

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 will 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 I...
- Please. Miss Reid.

I was wrong.

You are life.

But I...

...my kin is your father.

We, er...who imagined...

...we saw off death...

...but there was for us...

no true resurrection.

We are the ghouls.

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.

There...

(SNIGGERS)

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

(RINGING IN HIS HEAD)

Mr Shine! Mr Shine!

Mr Shine!

- Somebody! Help! Help!
- No. 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.

Good day, Miss Reid.

(SHE BREATH ES HARD)

- (TRAIN RUMBLES OUTSIDE)
- Drum.

What are you doing home so early?

I saw Mr Shine on Princelet Street.

He was behaving very strangely.

Tilda, I, er...

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 him,
bring him in,

he would have a fair hearing,
a chance to present himself...

...and, er...

...and all you would need to do...

...is light your candle.

I cannot, Drum.

But, Tilda...

...I would not ask this of you,
except I...

Drum.

He is my father.

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

I understand, my love.

Forgive me.

JACKSON: We're 30 yards from the bend.

The flow should be at its slowest
on this side.

The Sumner man will be
the heavier of the two.

Body should wash up near this bank.

But she will not, see.

Says she cannot.

And I, er...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.

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 would build for her.

How may that begin,

when she must live under the shadow
of her renegade father?

(GLASSES CLINK)

Reid, over here.

For...for the boy...

...for the boy to be here,

to have washed up thus, er...

...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.

- Reid, Reid.
- 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, no.

You stay. You stay. You stay.

Stay.

You stay. We have a clue.
We have a fresh clue.

(GUN COCKS)

We got nothing, Reid.

Nothing.

God damn you for ever,
coming back to Whitechapel.

You think I'm gonna let
my son, my wife,

fall under the hooves of your crusade?

REID: 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, er...

Caitlin.

Robin, he, er...

(BREATHES HARD)

We found him.

(SOBS) 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.

(HE 505$)

At fresh light, we're out of here.

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

Oh, Mathilda.

(SOBS)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(DOOR SHUTS)

I told Caitlin to get some sleep...

...cos 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.

REID: You were right.

It is over.

It is, it's 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...

We can say that at least.

REID: We did.

We did, Captain.

We tried.

LONG SUSAN: That's Connor's room.

(CHAIN RATTLES)

Caitlin.

Caitlin!

Chudleigh, right?

- Get out of our way.
- (BELL CHIMES)

(BELL CHIMES)

Take them now.

Not today, boys.

Ah!

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.

(GUN COCKS)

Miss Susan?

Shoot him. Shoot the son of a bitch,
God damn it!

- Matthew, he has Connor.
- CONNOR: Mama!

Nathaniel. I'm here for my son.

Please, please give him to me.

The PUP-

Gustus cares for him now.

LONG SUSAN:
I'm pleading with you, Nathaniel.

Give me my son.

Gustus, he'll...

- Miss Susan, I can't...
- Your brother is no safe guardian.

He is a killer of boys.

Robin Sumner.

Nathaniel, you knew him, did you not?

Robin?

Where is he?

LONG SUSAN: Matthew pulled him
from the river last night,

where your brother Augustus put him.

No.

No?. Gustus promised me
he would not harm him.

Well, that boy's dead...

...washed up like garbage
in the mud of Goodluck Hope.

It's your piece-of-shit brother
killing on account of your killing,

you goddamn animals.

I never meant for...never meant for...

Robin. Robin.

Nathaniel, give me my son.

CONNOR: Mama.

Forgive me, Miss Susan.

Forgive me.

He ain't holding Connor now.
Step aside, Caitlin.

(CONNOR WHIMPERS)

(SOBS)

Please.

Just end...end me!

(GUN COCKS)

Matthew. Matthew, we have Connor.

NATHANIEL: Please, end me.

I beg you. Please.

(GUN CLICKS)

Nah, we're leaving. Let's go.

(SOBS)

(SHINE WHEEZES)

Such food for thought, Mr Dove.

Proud words, proud and noble.

This morning, then,

- you will have him?
- That 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?

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

- REID: Mathilda?
- (WHISTLE BLOWS)

Oh, no.

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

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, er...

Will you tell her I understand?

And that I love her.

To remember that of me, if naught else.

DOVE: I write 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.

(CLOCK CHIMES)

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...

(CLOCK CHIMES)

...we may, in the coming decades,
eradicate crime altogether.

(CLOCK CHIMES)

Naught so kind as kin,

is there?

Good work, Inspector Drummond.

(WHEEZES)

You are caught, Edmund.

You are out-coppered.

Will you kneel to me as my prisoner?

He will not kneel!

(PEOPLE SHOUT)

This savage and inhuman 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.

(SIGHS)

No, jedediah.

At long last,

Edmund Reid must fight
his own cowardly corner.

I will not fight you.

Then this, brother...

...will sting something fierce.

(PEOPLE GASP)

Steady Ed ain't so steady now.

- MAN 1: Get him, Ed.
- MAN 2: And another! Harder!

Fight, Edmund.

(PEOPLE SHOUT)

These men will not intervene.

(PEOPLE SHOUT)

MAN: Go on! Go on, Mr Reid!

Get him, Mr Reid! We believe in you!

DOVE: We may come to know the
20th century as the great era of peace...

Well, now.

Let us parley.

...and at last know an age
of true harmony between men.

(PEOPLE SHOUT)

I will...

end you.

(CHOKES)

(SHINE GRUNTS)

Father!

- (BONE CRUNCHES)
- (SCREAMS)

No!

(SOBS)

Please, Mr Shine.

He is my father.

Get her away from here.

(SOBS)

Get her away from here.

Mathilda.

Mathilda.

We had to catch him.

I will never forgive you!

(SHINE BREATH ES HARD)

(CROWD MURMURS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

Behold him!

(CROWD MURMURS)

Behold him!

Look upon your Edmund Reid!

Look upon him!

(REID GROANS)

He is fallen.

(REID RASPS)

He is fallen.

See him...

...kneel now

before the justice

of Jedediah Shine.

(REID BREATH ES HARD)

(SHINE SIGHS)

You will know it, Edmund.

(SNIGGERS)

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 naught in your black heart...

(SOBS)

...but hate.

Hate.

(SOBS)

I have dreamed of this.

(RINGING IN HIS HEAD)

(SIGHS)

Put him in irons.

I'm finished.

Finished.

(RINGING IN HIS HEAD)

(GROANS)

No. No more.

No? more, no more.

No more!

(GRUNTS)

(BREATHES HARD)

(CHUCKLES)

I am...

my own master.

Ain't no man...

brings down jedediah Shine...

...except Jedediah Shine.

I'm done with dreaming.

(BREATHES HARD)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

Mr Reid? What must we do next?

REID: The dead can always speak.

- Order!
- CASTELLO: You would send one of

- your own to the rope?
- We would.

I made the promise.
Does he not merit intervention?

I have a plan.

Forget your hopes.
Whitechapel is coming for you.