All language subtitles for The Cater Street Hangman (1998) (480p_30fps_H264-128kbit_AAC)

The Inspector Pitt Mysteries

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Wait here!

Inspector Pitt, Sir.

Webster,
Yes, Sir.

What is it?
It's been another Sir.

They just found her.

The same, Sir.

Yes!

What you make of that?

I don't know.

Cloves?

Cloves!

The break looks new.

Charlotte!

Yes Mama.

You know what your father
says about that.

It's been another murder, mama.

It's Chloe Abernathy.

We knew her for goodness sake.

Just like the poor servant girl
a week ago.

She was strangled.
And close home.

Stop it!

I will not have it!

I will not.

Find me Pitt!

There'll be lot more
fuss bout this one.

See the decollete of those clothes?

They stole it for bag, sex
never found, reported it.

Super, complements Mr. Pitt, Sir.

They calling Chloe Abernathy's killer.
The Hangman.

I suppose they know
it's strangulation.

I'm right presumably
thinking is the same killer.

It's the same man.

Yes!

And I would be
multiple abide Pitt.

If you would find this
feller and stop him.

I want you to drop
everything else.

Scour London.

With the men I have
I can scour couple of street Sir.

If I have more men.

Out of the question.

Now look.

Mrs. Abernathy is one of the
haut monde such as in a bread.

She is the cousin by marriage
of the Bishop of Lincoln.

So.

In another words this
is not the isolated

murder of a servant
girl, we are dealing with!

It never was, Sir.

It was the murder of
Mary Lister daughter

of Fred and Angelica
Lister of Step-wood.

Dam it!

It could be matter to a convent
the mother of god Pitt.

But is still a servant girl.

This girl's family
is a top floor.

Don't be obtuse.

It's a difference.

Not to me it doesn't.
I will clear it either.

Don't be a pietist.

If you wanted to preach
you should've join the church.

It makes a difference.

You would be dealing
with different class.

Understood?

Yes, Sir.

The early experience
has thought me

that it is impossible
to understand...

God! you smarten your appearance.

Anyway this hangman business Pitt.

Find him!

I just scour my couple of streets
tonight Sir.

Said, she was found
in the church yard

lay down in the blocks
tomb like a sacrifice.

Chloe Abernathy.
You have read the newspaper.

Yes Sarah, I have.

Chloe was...

When the Helton's
maid was killed.

I didn't feel much, you know.

I thought the poor girl must done
something foolish... but Chloe?

Chloe's only vice
was to giggle too much.

Not the only vice
of her heard of.

What?

What does that mean?

Chloe was paying a
charitable visit

to slumber in Kensington Lane.

She helps that charming
Vicky you so like.

And so did Mary Lister,
so what do you mean?

I admire the Vicar.
It's his wife I like.

Well, I can't say
I like Martha Prebble.

Do feel sorry for her.
The Vicar I admire.

I never express my
liking for him.

Although I do not dislike him.

I didn't living with the man.

Imagine wifee duties...
Ougg... hahaha

Emily!

That will be all Lily.

Oh, yes mam.

You must not talk
in front of the servants like that.

Nor will I have Martha
Prebble talk about

at a dispraising manner.

She is a brave kind woman.

Brave? How?

She lost her only child and
afterward nearly die of fever.

Well, I sorry for it
but it doesn’t make her brave.

She has been an invalid
ever since.

Yet she devotes her life to
the good of other people.

For the good of her dreary soul.

Ah! There is Dominic.

Home for lunchun.

Ah!!

The devoted wife.

Are you going too?

Why should I?

You adore Dominic.

Oh, for goodness sake, Emily!

That was years ago.

Nobody knew how I felt.

I'm sorry I told you.

Absolutely frustration Dr. Hope.

A fearful headache and she
can't look at the light.

Heme-cranial,
perhaps...

Migraine.

Can it be brought on by,
strong emotion?

I suppose so but...

Chloe Abernathy was one
of our must conscientious helpers.

Her death has had a terrible
effect on us all.

Martha my deer, is the doctor.

Here you serving me Andrew.

You're to good to me.

I don't deserve it.

You didn't see the carriage.

We saw the Lass come by.
The one what was killed.

Puff! she had some clothes on'er.
I can tell ya'.

Well I was going to say
something to her but

Jenny made me button me up
cus the Lass look so innocent.

Great soft heat a'lump big Jen.

The carriage.

Well, little miss innocent
disappears into the fog.

And half a minute latter the carriage
comes by this black guillotines.

Proper job...
You sure they were guillotines.

Your asking for professional opinion?

That's my professional opinion.

And She'll known, ha.

Ha ha ha ha ha...

You hear it stop?

Mig't stopped.
I don't know.

Do you know who he was?
- No.

But we seen him before
you know.

Foreman may be local.

Lily!

I'll see you later.

Sir.
I'll see you... Later.

Dominic.

Dominic...

For this our daily bread
we thank you Lord.

May we enjoy it
in gratitude by bounty

and in confidence that
it will sustained us to do thy work.

By Cristum dominum nostrum.

Amen.

Amen.

Ahemm.

Maddock.

I have maid been aware

that certain members
of the family.

Had been discussing,

the tragic death of Miss Abernathy.

I would have thought,
the death of our prime minister

was enough to occupy
once attention.

How or why.

This unfortunate woman
placed herself in

circumstances where such
a thing could happen.

Is something I will not have
discussed under my roof!

At best it will lead
to idle gossip.

At worst to morbidity of spirit.

I will not have it!

Presumably we may
discuss the Deckers Ball?

Charlotte!

I'm sure your father will raise
not objection to that.

Poor Mrs. Decker.

The mourning from Mr. Drilley will
shoot holes in her guest list.

Charlotte!

Is that a very elegant
expression my dear?

That and Murder...
What?

I'm merely commenting
on the fact that

Chloe Abernathy was to
been in the Decker's Ball.

Unfortunately she foolishly placed
herself in circumstances where...

In such short notice.

It was hardly polite.

Are you defying me Charlotte?

Surely it was hardly Chloe's
fault she was killed.

You are defying me!

I do not are to expect to
see you at this ball Charlotte.

Perhaps.
I do not expect to see you there!

You may now go to your room.

I remember Balls
where there were

forty carriages
waiting outside.

Forty!

They thought the
French had invaded.

All right.

Cheer up.

Tidy up won't you?

Our community has now been twice...

visited by the angel of Death.

How we might ask in this happen?

How can God have visited us?

With this instrument
of terrible punishment?

How can God deal
with us in this way?

Well I say to you.

But God's laws and
not the laws of man.

In the courts of heaven
other laws prevail.

Look into your hearts

with a searching
torch of judgment.

What do you see?

You, and you.

What do you see there
scatting from the light?

Sin.

We carry the original Sin
of Adam with us into this world.

We've earned ourselves
with our own wretched sins.

During our brief and
unworthy lives.

Without the cleansing redemption
of Christ blood.

We carry this thrashing weight
for all eternity.

So when we ask.
How can this have happened?

I say we should have asked.

How can this
NOT had happen?

From thee...

From thee,

polluted heart.

We should cry out.

Lord! We thank thee
for thy mercy.

Charlotte my dear.
Are you unwell?

I'm sick.
I'm sorry.

I'm sick with disgust.

Did you hear
what that man was saying?

That we should be glad

for the death of
these poor women.

I dare say he
exaggerates little.

No Mama.
Is much more that that.

Don't you see?
How pernicious it is?

Pull!

Pull Lily, pull!

You don't need it miss.
You have a lovely shape.

Put your back into it man.

Poor Lily, you exhausted her...

...and she is quite right.

You don't need the thing.
Can you breath?

Just. You'll pass out
after the first walts.

Perhaps it wont matter.

Wouldn’t thought you style though,
one in a week.

Oh, loosen the
wretched thing Lily.

My apologies to you dear.

You're right.

I'm in a lovely shape.

I wish you were coming.

Don't mind. Really I don't.

Charlotte my dear, good news.

I have persuaded your father.

That I may come with you after all.
Of course what else?

Be quick and dress.
No!

Mama, I will not.

I'm sorry you wasted
your time, but.

I would rather grow old alone
and increasingly eccentric

as my father puts it.

Charlotte he doesn't mean it.

Yes he does.

Anyway I will not be
lined up in a ballroom,

and judge like a live stock
by oafish young men.

Weather in possession of
good fortunes or not. Charlotte!

Oh, she is a caution.
Don't be vulgar.

What do you make of the
Reverend Prebble on Sunday Sir.

Well I'll tell you something.

If that's his view of
respectable humanity.

I wouldn't care to be present

when he starts to sound off
about the,

more questionable
members of our society.

My clear you look dazzling.

Quite dazzling.
Thank you my dear.

Did you not tell Charlotte.

That I gave permission for her
to join us after all.

Charlotte is unwell.

She sends her thanks
and apologies.

Thank you Maddock.

Dora is late.

I told her not to walk
alone by herself.

She is with her father.

He is not a fool.

After a few pounds he
wouldn't need to be, would he?

What good do you think
money would do?

I beg your pardon?

Inspector Pitt Miss Ellison.

You may remember me from
church last Sunday?

I certainly do NOT.
Why I should remember you?

May I ask if you've come out
unaccompanied?

I don't see is any business
of yours.

But it is my business.

I'm investigating double murder.

Of women who were out in
Cater Street alone at night.

I'll be glad of not
turning into a triple murder.

I'm busy enough as it is.

So it ts you
who are in charge of inquiries.

Surely you don't expect
to find your murderer here.

Why not.

Because he's obviously
from the underworld.

Really.

And where do you imagine the
underworld is, Miss Ellison?

Down here, perhaps in the sewer?

Please don't take me
for a fool, Inspector.

It may interest you to know.

I'm widely read in the miseries
of those less fortunate than myself.

Are you? Widely read really?

And what have you read
about Miss Ellison?

Believe me, you wouldn't
have read much.

Because society deems the conditions
of most of poor and petty.

Have you ever seen
children abandoned

bout six or seven years old?

Having to beg or steal
to keep alive.

Sleeping in gutters
and door ways.

Soaked to the skin by rain.

Owning nothing but the
rags they stand in.

What you think happens to them?

How long do you think it takes

for London Irish six year old,

alone in the streets.
To die of cold or starvation?

When is been taught
nothing but to survived.

When he can not read or write.

One person to live
but nobody wants you.

What do you think
happens to her?

Isn't about time
you went home Miss Ellison?

Allow me to accompany you.

I'm perfectly
alright, thank you.

Now please go away
and leave me alone.

Very well.

You want to tell us anything girl?

Nothing, Mr.Maddock.

You got a face of low lot child.
What is it?.

I'm alright Mr. Maddock.
We all have had troubles.

If she has troubles,
she should tell us.

You should tell us.
See how we can help.

Oh sorry to be
late It was me Dad

he wouldn’t let me
come on me own.

I hope not.
I shouldn’t care neither.

So where are we.

Well Sir, we have
no witnesses

and this is our only clue
a chip of glass.

It was found at the scene of crime,
possibly as result of struggle.

Where did it come from?.

General opinion in the traders
from a cheap pair of spectacles

Of the Smartest Lens Land.

Is that all?

It's not much I agree.

Except we have the connection
between the two murders.

The geography Cater Street.

And the murder itself.

And judging by the wounds
of both victims.

The garrote must be wire.
Is evidently the same man.

Anything else?

Well, socially the victims
were very different.

But they were both respectful.

If anything, the servant
morn the ash.

They were both
conscientious church goers.

Well take a look
at the pictures Sir.

Well.

I think they simply invent them.
They over time.

I suppose so.

Which try to murder
each on each others clothing

Yes I get your point.

Well either that's a coincidence
which I don't believe.

Or they were somehow selected.

If they were selected.

Wasn't on the night
they were murdered.

In both cases there was
a thick fog and it was dark.

You see what I'm driving at?

No, I'm afraid I don't.

Well they were selected
before hand.

The murderer knew them.
He had them mark down.

He knew they what he want it.

Is too provoking, Emily.
Who is he?

He is a Lord.

He has a town house.
He has an station Barthshaw.

He's a member of wants.

He has the wickedest
mouth imaginable.

We should hide it
from public view.

But what's his name.

George Amery.

Lord Ashworth.

And he doesn't even trend in your
toes when dancing?

No he didn't.

I wish you been there.

How've you been?
Was it very dull alone?

You know me.

You are Master Renshaw?
Yes gentleman.

Police Inspector to death division.
Constable Webster.

What do you want?

We are looking for a pair
of Match colt black guilt.

No pure blacks here

Can't help yo.

Throttle up.

Good day.
Mr. Renshaw.

Got your answer, clear off.

I'm not satisfied with it.

I'm investigating murder.
You're trespassing.

I need to know.

I intend to know.
You got no warrant.

Clear off.
If I do clear off Mr. Renshaw.

I should be the back with two
companies of arm men to search.

By the time they finish
with your little kingdom.

You which it had been
stampeding buffaloes.

You'll be ask, why you
gave me the excuse.

Dr. William Hope's.

His groom.

Where is his carriage?

Look at this.

The glass is new.
It's been replaced.

Yes!

Yes, I was out and about.

Behaving as you so
eloquently put it.

Normally I wouldn't remember
but that was the night

the poor Abernathy
girl was done to death.

So naturally I don't forget it.

What were you doing, Sir?

I was visiting.
A patient?

I assured confidential.

Do you have a large practice, Sir?

I have a few private clients.
Clients? Dr. Hope.

I call them that because
they are anything but patient.

Very impatient.

I charge them so much money
that they have every right to be.

So on that evening you arrived
home in your carriage after dark.

Presumably you have
witnesses to that effect.

Did you stop on the way?

Not deliberately there was
congestion of traffic in...

Great Russell Street

but Cater Street was clear.

And how well you
know Mrs. Abernathy?

Have you been spying
on me, inspector?

No doctor, we've been keeping a
discreet eye of Mrs. Abernathy.

Whoever murdered her daughter
may wish to harm her too.

Is the spice on the cooking smell?
No idea Sir.

I think is was cloves.

Wipe your arms.
What is it?

Dora had a fright.

Her friend Violet was attacked
and Dora witness it.

Attacked in day light?

Yes she is alright she fought him off.
Didn't go in the end.

Sorry Miss.

Black hairy and
a wild it was,

and starring eyes that
freeze your soul.

I never goinn'a open my window
for fresh air again I tell ya'.

We can all be murder.

Oh, stop it Dora.
Don't be silly.

Did his breath smell too Dora?

Oh it did, Miss It did.
Something vile, satanic.

And his eyes.

Were they wild and blood shot?

I say, Miss.

They had, they were.

The drink I suspect.

I'm sorry you've been frightened
Dora and it can't be pleasant

but I do however think
it was an encounter

with a drunken not the hangman.
Charlotte.

Surely you can just tell him.

No! Mr. Pitt will want
to speak to you.

But I don't want
to speak to him.

I just brought Dora
and her friend.

Miss Ellison this is an unexpected
pleasure. How may I help?

A Pickle Jar.

Yes violent hitting
with a pickle jar.

Good for her.

Dora I suspect would have
scream indubitably.

And then he ran off.
Yes.

Well thank you Miss
Ellison for your account.

Is a welcome change to

come across to such a
clear headed woman.

Woman who thinks.
Quite number of us do, you know.

Well perhaps I better speak to
Miss Violet Williams.

If you think is necessary
I have already told you.

Of course I must. An offense
is being committed against her.

Well I'm sure Violet will give you
a sensible enough account of it.

Sensible enough for a servant
you mean.

Quite a number of us
are sensible, you know.

You a servant, you are an
Inspector of the Police.

Inspector of Police
is a public servant.

Oh, very neat.

So is a member of
parliament however.

And your voice is not
exactly that of a servant.

I was brought up.

Yes? How you were brought up?

My parents were in service.

My mother a cook my father
a gamekeeper.

Their employer was a
man of considerable means.

He had a son about my age.

We played together.

I was allowed to sit on
the school room until...

Until.

Until my father was accused
of something he did not do.

We were thrown out.

He was sent to Australia
for ten years.

I was convinced he was innocent.

I spent a long time
trying to prove it.

And I succeed it.

Now I think I'll speak with
Miss Williams.

Thank you Miss Ellison.

Now starting Quickly's wife.
Think so? She's got the job.

What Job? Maid.

At the Abernathy woman
the victims mother.

That last maid left in protest.

Protest over what?
What she called "carrieings on".

And no maids can afford
to have some morals.

Carrieings over whom?
A Lord... George Amery

Lord Ashworth.

Please Mrs. Dunphy one of
your dondeen cakes, please.

Please.
Well I don't know.

Perhaps I can.

What's this?
Good day Miss Ellison.

Miss Emily has persuaded me
to make a cake.

Lord Ashworth is coming to tea.
You see.

Ah then I better save you
the best silver.

Thank you Maddock.

Thank you Mrs. Dunphy.

Maddock.

Not all the best silver.

Nothing we have could
possibly impress him

and I would not wish to be
seen to be trying to hard.

Just the George II milk jar
for the silver I think.

All the rest China.

The rocking in service
would be best.

My word!

If I didn't known the reputation
worse than dirt.

I'll feel sorry for
George Lord Ashworth.

Hmmm.

Feels like thunder.

The method of the killings.

I think there's
something about them.

They seem to be some sort of,
RITUAL. Yes sir.

Why you and I can
say is detach work.

No idea.

Is not Miss Ellison?
Regards, must have a word.

Well it's a choice, isn't?

Between her been garroted.

And you have your head
biting off.

Hey, Jack.
How are you?

What you're done to the weather?

Is 6 o'clock yet?

I'm busy now.

She back?
No.

Definitely she...
Is only a bit after nine.

She'll be back with
Jack Brody.

I don't like it.
What you got against the boy?

He is a bad lot.

Won't do any harm.
And what do you know?

I'm going to look for her.

Please Lord,
please.

Grace.

Grant grace.

Take this god fooling.

Please... Please...

Please.

Cut wait.
Ready? Certain.

Good evening Mr. Ellison.

Maddock.

Is anything wrong?

What on earth are you doing?

I... I... I...

It's Lily, Miss Ellison.

I, I...

Maddock!

Maddock!

What are you doing?

Where are you going?
To fetch the police Miss.

What? Is Lilly Miss She
hasn't come in.

She should get back at 9
and is half pass 10.

With your permission I would
like to inform the police.

For goodness sake Maddock.

We don't fetch about the street
if she is with one of her fellows.

Lilly is a good
girl Miss Ellison.

I wasn't suggesting otherwise.

But really Maddock my mother
would be mortified.

I think there is
something wrong.

I do.
I think I should go.

Very well.

I think you should go too.
Very well.

Auhh!

Are you alright?
It's me.

Come on, get up, get up.

Did I hurt you?

No, I don't know.
I don't think so.

Hadn't you hear the horses?
No, hadn't.

I suppose I should be grateful.

Gratitude is not
require believe me.

Who is the man just left.

Our butler, he is going
to your police station.

Another one of your maids
tangle with a drunk?

How many maids do
you think we have?

I'll be obliged if you
take me seriously.

Maddock clearly does it
enough for me.

The spirit of democracy isn't dead.

In Cater Street.

The Lady listen to her butler.

I don't care how rude you
are to me you stupid man.

As long as you send one
wretched subordinates to look

for Lily whom might not only
listen to but also care about.

And should been home
an hour ago or more.

Lily Si one of your maids?
Yes!

What was she doing out
Miss Ellison?

She was taken out
by her young man.

He is the boots of the
guesthouse next to the vicarage.

He should've brought her home
over an hour ago.

His name?
Jack Brody.

Guesthouse. Sir.

Are you alright?
Yes of course I'm alright.

What sort of a lass
is she, this Lily?

Unfortunately she...
She is easyly let stray?

I was going to say
unfortunately she isn't.

She is a good girl as
Maddock would say.

I'll be very believe to think
that she was misbehaving

somewhere with her young man,
unfortunately. I see

No, I'm alright really I am.

Well.

Thank you.

For what?

Well you may have save my life.

That was totally unnecessary.

Charlotte, What is it?
You are soaked child.

Is Lily she hasn't come back.

Maddock is out
searching for her.

He's going to tell the police.

I already spoken to them.
The police?

Can't call the Police Charlotte!
This is not a thing one does.

Dominic will deal with it.
Where is he?

Charlotte what is going on?

Who is that I saw
you speaking with?

Inspector Pitt.

Papa, Charlotte has called
the police in.

Just because Lilly has gone off
with some unsuitable young man.

Is this true?

There will be the talk
of the street tomorrow.

Well?

She was afraid Lily
may've been attacked.

Let her speak for herself!

I want an explanation.

If all the Street is going
to talk about this.

I would prefer to be because

we were worried
unnecessary over Lily.

That because we didn't care
enough to she that was alright.

Go to your room!
Gladly!

So that's what Brody says.

What do you think?
I think the Lass is telling the truth.

They confirmed the time
he's back at the guesthouse.

Doesn't make sense I know.

Suppose she was mad keen at the boy.

She standed at the
doorway waiving.

She is safe, she's at home.

He disappears.

She sees someone else,
someone she knows well.

Maybe a member of the household.

She's not frightened.

We may still find he, Sir.

Maybe she's no better
than she should be.

Let's hope hey.

That's what Miss Ellison said.

Only a sensible thing I her of her.

Anything?

No news yet .

Charlotte.

Whatever you are
here for inspector

I would not have chattering
on my doorstep. Go inside!

Your maid Lily
Mitchell is missing.

And what is that to do with us?
I'm concerned for her.

And I need to know as much as
possible about her movements.

So we can direct our search.

Yes, yes I do understand you
are a detective.

There is a tradesman entrance.

Well?

It would be helpful to
talk to your family.

Don't be absurd.

I hope nothing has happen
to the girl naturally.

But this is NO concern
of ours. Pa

Be quiet.

You ablate me inspector
by carrying out

your investigation in
the relevant place.

Where did you get to? Sir.

I looked everywhere.

Search the club high and low.

Where on earth did you go?

Well Charlotte.
Where do you go to, Sir?

Mind your own business.

Mr. Pitt.

Sir, you need it straight away.

What the devil is he here?

This is an intolerable
invasion of privacy.

I'm trying to discover
Lily Mitchell's movements

just before she was murdered.

And I need to know
where people were.

We have already told you.

I was at my club as
was my son in law.

My wife and daughters were
organizing a charity bazaar.

We have nothing else to tell you!

I am of course very sorry
about the girl Mitchell.

We all are.

But in the end this
has nothing to do with us.

I sure of course be writing
to the girl's family.

Of course.

Nevertheless I need to know
precisely, where people were.

You would oblige me
by leaving now.

After you left your club, Sir.

Get out!

I believe you left
your club at nine.

Then, where did you go?

I went to visit a personal
acquaintance on private business.

Now will you go?

Would you rather discuss
this somewhere else?

Are you suggesting

I have something to
hide from my family?

Of course not Sir.

Then if you would oblige me

with your acquaintance's
name and address.

Young Man!

Do you know to whom
are you speaking?

Mr. Ellison has told he was visiting
a friend and that is surely enough.

The address, Sir.

How dare you!

Do not presume upon
our tolerance Mr. Pitt.

Thank you my dear.

I will not give you
the address Mr. Pitt.

You cannot require
further information.

You don't realise
how serious this is.

I cannot exclude you from our
inquiry until I am certain that...

How dare you!

Are you suggesting that
you have the affrontedly

to include me amongst
your list of suspects.

Until I know more.
Yes, I have the affrontedly.

Get out!

Papa.

Why will you not tell him?

If the business was
private we can leave.

Mrs. Barker is the widow
of Captain Barker.

Who thought me at Harrow.

She's extremely unwell.

She lives with a companion at
the near end of Oxford Street.

That is where I was.

I insist you would not
impose yourself up on her.

As for you Mr. Pitt.
I have had quite enough.

Your superior Superintendent Drum
is a friend of mine.

And he will hear of your
behaviour towards me.

Your impertinence,
your bullying tactics.

Your extraordinary arrogance.

Good day Ladies.

I had a word with Renshaw
this morning.

Hope's carriage left the musette at nine
and returned at midnight.

And that tip bit cost me
a ton by the way.

All right, what
about the driver?

Renshaw reckons we won't
have nothing at him. Sir.

Reckons out something about
the other servants.

There were Indian.

And what do you have to say
for yourself then.

I didn't know what you
are talking about?

Of course you do. Oh, do I?
Of course.

And it is your conscience,
that disturbs you now.

And were you so nervous
in front of that policemen.

You obviously think that my son.

Would follow his maid servant on
to the fog and strangled her?

Does Edward know you
credit him with this?

NO!

And nor you will tell him!

Archie!

Archie!

Yes of course so.
Yes, bring him up now!

Immediately.

Bring him up.

... I will show you.

Dam it!

Yes! Bring him up, now.

Now, I want it now.

Inspector I will have you arrested
for trespassing.

Yes.

I dear say you could.

How may I help you?
This time.

I understand your ocasionally
attended Mrs. Prebble.

I do, I was there yesterday.
What of it?

Did you see Lily Mitchell there?

She was leaving as
I was arriving.

She was upset.
Do you know why?

Prebble told me it
was something to do

with her circumstances
at the Ellison’s.

She would not tell him what.

You know she's dead.

All London knows it.

I'm surprised the Prebbles
could afford you.

Hum! They couldn't possibly.

I am not a Christian.

And this is my way of
reconciling myself

with the local established church.

If I'm charitable my,

Atheist wound will only
be whispered about

and not used as stick
to beat me with.

What's the statue?

Ah!

Kali, Goddess of Destruction.

I must say if I'm
incline to any religion.

Hinduism offers most realistic
vision of the world.

And of human behaviour.

You know of course.

That Kali was worshipped
by this thugs.

They were rituals
stranglers.

Specialty was garotte.

Mama?

Don't worry about Grandmamma.

If she says anything to papa
he'll be very angry with her,

and she become
the worse for it.

Why?

Because I think
papa's invalid was

somewhere where
he may be drunk or...

gambling.

Associating with people
that we wouldn’t like.

He'll be very angry with
anyone who mentions it again.

And well, Grandmama
wouldn’t risk that. Hmm.

Do you think that what it was?

I'm afraid Mr. Pitt will
find out what ever it was.

Good night, my dear.

Another patrol.

George Ashworth will never
come here again.

Not after this.

We'll be social lepers.

Nonsense.

You'll see.

People hate to be connected
with this sort of horror.

Suppose that it
would please you

that I'll never
see George again.

If you don't hold him
it'll be because

he's not worthy of you.

Don't care whether he is
worthy me or not.

I'm not very nice myself.

Well...

It would be fate and you'll have
to put up with it Em.

And remember...

What ever happens,
remember how lucky we are.

Poor Lily.

When I think about her.

I wonder if I'll
ever sleep again.

George may come back, Em.

No luck for the
replacement for Lily.

Not yet.

Girls I've seen
have been quite unsuitable.

The better sort do
not want to work

anywhere near Cater Street
it would seam.

Well that would change.

Think it will?
I wonder if it will.

What's troubling you?

Is not that silly
idea of yours.

I've being dropped
socially I hope.

No, it's not that.

Then what?

I'm sure it's not important.

What is it?

Caroline I want to know.

You'll been quite unlike yourself.

What is it?

Caroline I demand
to know.

Why have you not
told me before

about Mrs Barker, my dear.

It slip my mind.
Why you ask?

Because you have never
in all this years

mentioned Mr. Barker
to me ether.

It must have meant
something to you.

That is why I ask.

And because you seem so
reluctant to tell Mr. Pitt

about either of them.

I am not prepared to
discuss the matter.

Do you understand!

Yes I understand.

But I have to tell you
I don't entirely believe

what you told Mr. Pitt.

God damn it!

Do you think
I have something to hide?

Is that what you think?

Well?

What do you think?

Well?

We will not discuss this again.

Mmm.

I've been told I can't
question Ellison again.

Oh that's capital
that's just great.

Well no matter.

He's one of five remember
we can work with the others.

Many new Chloe Abernathy.
Yes!

Were around their homes
unaccounted for

the nights of the killings.

Well there is Ellison obviously.

A son in law Dominic Corde.

Dr. Hope and possibly the servant,
the butler. What is his name?

Maddock.

Who is the fifth?
The vicar.

Alright?

Yes.

Alright, my dear.

Yes.

What is it?

Wretched man!

Papa told him to stay away.

Your policeman.

What do you mean
my policeman?

I've seen him looking at you.

You're blushing.

Emily.

You have plenty in
common with him.

You never do what
papa wants either.

I'm going to get rid of him.

He should be at bar tea.

But there are three
public houses

between here and
Grate Lane you see Sir.

Did Mr. Maddock drink much?

No, just every civil fall.

This is hurt him deep.

He love Lily like a daughter.

Like a daughter?

He loved her.

She was a pretty girl.

Like a daughter my foot.

He was jealous.

He hated her for
going out with me.

He was mad with jealousy.
That's what I say.

Oh you should have heard
what he said about Jack Brody.

Dora, is enough about that.

I don't want no more of that.

Answer that.

It had nothing to do with Jack.

Oh, yes yes my Lord.
Please come inside.

I'll fetch Miss Emily and
Mr. Ellison mother.

I'd rather not return here
until talk to Mr. Maddock.

Perhaps I might be able
to meet him on Sunday afternoon.

I dear say that would suit.

It wasn't like Dora
say you know, Sir.

It wasn't.

There was something.

But I think Mr. Maddock
care for Lily.

Different from what
Dora said.

I'm sure.

Lily had her troubles
in that direction.

A'bout Love.

Lily had troubles on
the love life you mean.

Yes Sir.
Yes she had.

I can't say no more
about that.

Yes I see.

Why can't you?

Not my place Sir.

She was being compromised
by an employer.

Is what you mean?

It wouldn't had been the head
of the household, naturally.

Course not.

Dominic.

I am sorry to disturb you Mam.
Yes Maddock.

You remember to tell
us to keep an eye out

for gold and emerald cufflink.

Oh yes, the one of Mr. Corde's.

Yes I remember.

Have you found something?

It was found and when we were
tiding Lily's room.

Perhaps, Lily found it.

Never got round to hand it in.
And mislead it herself.

We found it under the bed.

Yes. I'm sure that must be it.

Thank you Maddock.

And so I'm extremely sorry
to hear about Lily Mitchel.

Thank you.

I knew her...

I frequently attended
Mrs.Prebble loft.

Lily was often there.

Prebble "handmaidens"
of the Lord.

=She had a let charm of a user

= and so did Mary Listen=

=Lily was often there...=

=...with the Prebble
handmaidens of the Lord=

Miss Ellison,
Mrs. Abernathy.

May I have a word?

I assure you Mrs. Ellison.

I would not dream
to take Miss Ellison.

Anywhere I'll be not happy
to see my own sister.

That's comforting.

Wish to tell her yourself?

No, I wold let you do that.

What was it?
What she be said?

Charlotte!

Charlotte what is it?

It concerns Lord Ashworth.

Mrs. Abernathy begs you to
be careful. She says...

She says, he is a seducer.

A user of women.

Oh I expect that delighted you.

Oh, you know how pleased I be
he didn’t have a reputation.

Emily, my dear.

Ashworth tells me you having tea
with him in Mayfair this afternoon.

Yes I am.

Well all I can say is if you're
confounding lucky.

He is one of the most amusing fellows
I bump into for years.

Oh! you are such a fool sometimes.

You are no judge of anything.

Oh Well.

Nursing his injured innocence,

he turn to more
congenial company.

Sister Charlotte.

Can You do me the honor?

Very well.

Dominic, wait.

So, you are determined
to go visiting to Lord Ashworth.

As your elder and somewhat
more experience sister

I really think.
You realize, I suppose that Charlotte

is in love with Dominick.

I would've thought you realised

beeing more experienced
than I am.

She is being very brave
about it, don't you think?

How could you?

You know is not the truth.
I think is shameful of you.

You thought my learning
the so call truth about

Lord Ashworth would me
think twice.

But it hasn't.

It is make me more determined.

To do what?

To marry him, of course.

You'd marry for money.
Not entirely.

That would make one a courtesan.

No, not entirely.

Had you actually look at George?

Have you been able to forget

your disapproval of
him and look at him?

You see, I've noticed
that really moral

people think about what they do.

That makes them difficult.
Like you.

George does just as he pleases.

He didn't think about it.

That would make him
quite predictable in time.

I think I'll be able to manage him.

Surely you realise that Emily
is talking nonsense.

Charlotte has always behave with
perfect propriety.

Pray, I didn't know myself

of her feelings
until YOU told me of them.

I doubt that's even true.

Darling, for heaven sake!
What is wrong with you?

How well did you know
Chloe Abernathy?

Her mother asked
me to explain to her

the details of a trust fund

and the re investments being
undertaken on her behalf.

I told you!

Are you suggesting
that I was interested in Chloe?

Her poor little head was
full of French fashion.

She was a child.

And what about Lily?

What was her head full of?

She was pretty wasn't she?

You compared her
ones to me.

I know you.

You think me a fool?

And every night.

You came home late
from your club.

You walked the length of
Cater Street in the dark.

And in the fog.

Each night that these young
women were strangled.

You were there.

In every case you were there.

You are out of your mind.

This is utter nonsense.

Mr. Pitt suspect something
he's not stupid.

Stop it!
Be quiet do you hear!

Oh, don't. Oh don't.

Sarah for God's sake.

It's you that I love.
I have always loved you but...

but you won't let me love you.

Tell me why?

You were there!

Dominic, What is the matter?

Sarah is driving me mad.

Dominic.

Dominic. What did she said?

She is good is accused
of being the murderer.

She expect me to live
with that sort of distrust.

Well.

You expect her to live
with the knowledge

that you use to visit Lily?

Am I interrupting something?

Please forgive me.

Sarah!

Live me alone!
Sarah please Sarah.

No!

This is so stupid.

For heaven sake.

Charlotte do you
please go with her.

She looks dreadfully upset.

Ugh, she's probably
gone to work off

on her bad feelings
on the poor.

That’s what she usually does.

I would prefer it if you went.

Must I mama? I'm
really not in the mood

for tea and morals
smugness at Vicarage.

Charlotte.

If your mother makes
a civil request.

I expect you to comply.

Now kindly look to
your sister.

But you have forbid me
to leave the house, papa.

Yes, and now I'm asking you
to leave it.

Very well papa.

No Miss we haven't seen
Mrs. Corde today.

And Mrs. Prebble is
not at home.

Thank you.

I'm sorry to've troubled you.

♪La Donna è mobile qual
piuma Al vento ♪

♪muta d'accento e Di pensiero ♪

♪Sempre un amabile,
leggiadro viso,♪

♪in pianto o in riso,
è menzognero.♪

♪La Donna è mobile
qual piuma Al vento♪

♪muta d'acceeeeeento ♪

♪e Di pensier! ♪

Was there anything between
you and Lily Mitchel?

Course it wasn't.

She's a member of my staff.

You rush out looking for her

almost as soon as
she was late back.

That suggests to me there was
some sort relations between you.

Good housemaids are
very hard to find.

And pregnant housemaids?

What?

The police surgeon has told us.

Lily was pregnant.

Yes Mr. Pitt.

There were relations
between Lily and me.

She was my daughter.

She didn't know.

I never married.
See.

I didn't even know
she lived and breathe.

Until a couple of years ago.

I managed to get her
a position at the Ellisons.

Anyone had known it would both
be out on the streets.

So I kept it from her.

Miss Ellison.

Mr. Pitt.

What can I do for you?

I've been thinking
about these matters.

Yes.

They well, they share a
common factor. Which is...

unexpected.

Miss Ellison please.
I know you're trying to help.

But I must asked to leave
the conduct of this inquires to us.

Mr. Pitt I wouldn’t dream of
interfering if this matters

had taken place with in
the great wide world

witch you think me
so inexperienced.

But they did not.

They happended with in a circle
of my own family.

All the young woman were
devoted Christians.

Which is more unusual
that you might think.

And they all help the Vicar.

They all did.

Mary Lister, Chloe Abernathy
and Lily Mitchel.

In fact I know that Chloe and
Lily both visit the vicarage

on the day they were killed.

What you told me is must
interesting.

It is?
Must.

I'm glad you insisted.
Please forgive me.

I don't think I'll find that
exceedingly difficult.

There is one thing however.

Why the vicar wish to dispose
of this helpful young woman?

I don't know.

But after listening to
his pernicious sermons.

I know I don't trust him.

What do you think?

I don't like what I heard.

Dislike him is not enough.

There's another common factor
to these murders.

Two men knew all three victims

and nether could
inherit through marriage

hundreds of thousands of pounds.
Who are they?

If I were to tell you Not
to look up for the moment.

You may guess who.

We passing his house.

We passing his house.

And who is the other?

It's not necessarily
for you to know.

It is.

Very well.

Your brother.

Dominic? Marrying Mrs.
Abernathy fortune?

Why he is married to Sarah.

He doesn’t behave like he is.

I can't believe it is
Dominic.

Your feelings do you
credit Miss Ellison.

What has happened here?

This used to be a quiet
good place to live.

There was nothing worse then a
few broken romances a little gossip.

Now suddenly people are dead.

We are all looking at each other
and wondering.

I am. I'm looking at men
I trusted for years

and wondering
if it could be them.

Thinking thoughts that would
make me blush with shame.

I can see in their faces
that they know I'm suspicious.

It's almost the worst
part of it.

They know that I wonder
that I'm not sure.

How must it feel to look
at your wife or your daughter?

And see in their faces
that they're not

absolutely sure
that it's not you.

I realized I...

I hardly even know people
I thought I loved.

Do you think he'll
kill again?

Don't you?

What do you intent to do?
I could do nothing.

My sole evidence against is a
chip of glass. Is not enough.

So both are at their stand
because nether can be proof.

You are a remarkable
person.

I think before I'm remarkable.
So few people do think.

Men or women.

I believe I'm about to apologize
to you for the other night.

I thought so badly of you,
I don't deserve it.

What do you think
about me now?

That you are remarkable,
as I said.

Any news? No, Sir.
Where is Mr.Ellison?

He is out looking. Sir.

Mr. Corde in mot back yet.
Miss Ellison? Charlotte?

In the house, Sir.

Maddock?
Is your sister Miss Emily.

Mrs. Corde.
She hasn't come home.

She'll say nothing to you tonight.

Possibly ever.
The larynx is cut through.

She'll live thaw.
She'll be able to write.

I don't know.

Her vital signs are
not encouraging.

I'll fetch a nurse to her
as soon as possible.

I'll fetch Mr. Pitt immediately.

Who is I say mam?

Mrs. Barker.

Alice.

What on earth
are you doing here?

I'm so sorry.

Mrs. Barker.

I'm Charlotte Ellison.

Yes I see.

Please don't be embarrassed.

This is all gone far
beyond over proprieties.

Yes, I feel that and that
is why I'm came.

You are my father's friend.

Yes.

Inspector Pitt, Mam.

I understand you want to
talk with me.

Yes.

Mrs. Corde came
to my house.

I sure like to hear anything
Mrs. Barker has to say.

I had unfortunately
dropped too many clues,

before I realised
who your sister must be.

The poor child had
come to my house

expecting to find
an invalid widow

on whom practice
good works instead...

she finds
her father's mistress.

I feel profoundly to blame.

She was upset before she left.

Yes, yes I felt she was.

Never the less, when
she realised who I was...

Well I don't think she knew
what she was doing.

She muttered something about

having to go back to the Vicarage
and eventually ran away.

The Vicarage?
Yes.

Yes, she said Mrs.Prebble
was unwell I think at least

that's what I understood.

Inspector Pitt Metropolitan Police.
I want to speak to Mr. Prebble.

The reverend is not at recent.
Hale Mrs. -Mr. Old chap.

Ha, Merridews I just delivered
at once to you. Merridews?

Thank you Jack.

What is it Tate?
Policeman it says.

I'll see to it.
Take Mrs. Prebble some beef tea.

Do you know the time?
Do you know what's happened?

Mrs. Corde is dead.

This is frightful.

Just frightful.

I believe I valued Sarah Corde
more than anyone.

Except my wife in that respect.

In what respect?

She was tireless.

A tireless worker for
the weak and poor.

Shining emblem.

This will cut Martha to the quake.

How was Mrs. Corde
when she came here?

Not herself she was weeping.

At least she began weeping
when she entered the house.

I wish my wife had not
been indisposed.

So you're obliged to comfort her.

Yes.

How do you do that?

As one would a child.

A shoulder to cry on.

When she was a little calmer
I gave her some little cordium.

How long was Mrs. Corde here?

An Hour.

It was nearly dark when I left.

I didn't want to leave.

But I had even
psalm to attend to.

I told her she must wait
until Tate returned at six.

And that Tate show order
the booths.

Young Jack at the
guesthouse next door.

To fetch a cab.

And when Tate returned,
Mrs. Corde had gone.

I believe I heard something
about ten to six

but it might be Tate arriving
back somewhat early.

I was half asleep.

Sarah is a quiet young woman
and wouldn't slip out. I'm sure.

Is it your tooth again?

Yes, the dentist said
it may need to settle.

Sarah.

Losing Sarah is...
I think inspector.

More than I can bare.

Sarah.

Who would have thought it.

Had she should have been chosen.

Chosen?

By whom?

By him from whom
nothing is hidden.

Not your thoughts
not mine.

You believe these young women
were divinely chosen to die?

It's self evident.

Nothing is but what
has been ordained.

What we can only guess as
is the purpose.

I only sought a close chipped glass.

Shortly after the
Abernathy murder.

The near side lens lamp
of Hopes carriage was repaired.

However you can not
hang a man on a chipped glass.

No.

Well, is my believe he only
one intended victim, Chloe Abernathy.

The others were smokescreen
except Sarah Corde

what possible was killed because
she overheard something

And the motive for
all this horror?

Chloe Apenaphy's fortune.
Which now reversed to her mother.

We have information that Hope intends
to marry Mrs. Apenaphy.

Is a huge amount of money.

I don't want to influence you,
but perhaps I

should tell you that
Dr. Hope has passed.

He was rightly or wrong
drawn out of India.

Perhaps it has left its mark on him.

I think you should've
tell me that before, Sir.

It is stroke me from the first

that was something ritualistic
about the killings.

And Hope is an

expert at the culture ritual
of regulation Figy.

I'm sorry Mate.

I was in the middle of things,
when your message came.

I didn't expect you to come
promptly if at all.

I needed to be out of
the house anyway.

Did you speak to the vicar?
Of course.

It would appears he has
an alibi, even so.

I've been thinking about Sarah.

I realized how...
unkind I was to her.

Quite often I was...

...and she was only trying
to do good on her own way.

I was clumsy that’s all.

Our lives have changed.

We all now know how fear
can make us despicable.

It got to be stop, Mr. Pitt.

I've been thinking as sooth the
progress has been made. Yes

I thought a trap should be
laid a baited trap.

Baited?

Yes, with the sort of woman
this man seams interested in.

I propose myself.
NO

No, is to much of a risk. No.

His continuing freedom
is too much of a risky.

He killed my sister.

I cannot forgive myself for the way
Sarah and I parted for her sake. NO!

I can not allow it, not you.
Why not?

Not you for God sake!

What is your objection Mr. Pitt?

You know it.

You MUST know it.

You want me to spell it out.

I have the commonsense to
know that it may be unwelcome.

Unfortunately I don't have the means
to stop feeling what I do.

Nor I.

It is not unwelcome.

Charlotte.

Please let me do this
for Sarah.

NO!

With this sort of distribution
not part of the streets

be more than a dozen
seconds from one or other.

And to make this plan work
it depends on each man

knowing his part of the street
thoroughly.

As we were practicing
this evening.

Now is up to you.

Make yourselves familiar
with every doorway,

yard and course on your section.

Yes.

Mr. Dominic Corde, Sir.

He's very anxious to
have a word with you.

She stop mortuary,
she left a note.

No one sort go.

For sake man, let me help you.

Let me do something.
I beg you.

Mr. Corde the Ellison family
needs you more than I.

Please. Live it to us.

Stupid bloody interfering one.

I come to ask your advice, vicar.

My sister as you know died
the night she was attacked.

I know.

I know. It grieves me more
than I can say.

Are you still thanking God
for the leniency of his wrath?

How do you think my sister
would do in the courts of heaven?

Where according to you
are the laws prevail?

You angry is understandably.
Yes, Mr. Prebbel I am angry.

What is so extraordinary
about these cruel, cruel deaths?

Is that all these women
were pietist women.

They have seen their Christian duty and
they were carrying it out.

They will be judged
accordingly in as much

as their handmaidens of the Lord.

They had dead Mr.Prebble
their throats cut.

The Lord my God is a
jealous God.

Lord your God is a cruel
to radical Munster.

Who has no reality outside your
own imagination.

Perhaps you may clear space
to put this down my dear.

Yes, yes of course my dear.

I am to take even some
this evening.

I'm sure you have time for tea,
my dear.

It's not often we have the
privilege of Miss Ellison company.

There's a couple of man
watching the vicarage.

Another between there and here.

What if we discover another way?
No.

Who ever it is attacks
outside of the street.

Charlotte in there she's safe.

What's wrong with you?
Tooth ache.

I talk with Mrs. Quigly
when he went away.

She reckons Hope is an
abortionist to called..

Yes.

Sir, ether way our doctor is
killer of sorts, isn't he?

If Mrs. Quigly is right.

What are you doing?
Tooth ache I told you.

Cloves.
Yes.

Dr. Hope's famous statue.

Is from the Vicarage Sir. Prebble's
heading for the church.

Even so. Yes man.
Don't let them lose you.

Miss Ellison may be right.

Oh, is you.

Oil Cloves, when did I ask smell that?
Dr. Hope's.

What is it?

Merridews.

Cheap spectacles.

Much upper class.

Olive Cloves.

Martha Prebble!
We got it wrong.

Move in move in is the woman.

Filth.

Creature of the devil.

The Lord said, better
not have been born.

Than that you
should have tempted

and brought to destruction
one of these

my little ones, and
brought them to sin.

Better you should have a millstone
on your little neck.

And put into the sea.

Charlotte!

I shall destroy you.

However many times
you keep coming.

With your soft words
and your touch of sin.

I shall destroy you.

He is a good man.
He is my life.

Whore.

I know how your body burns.
I know your secret lusts.

But I shall destroy you all.

Till you leave me
alone in peace.

Satan shall never win!

Stop all that!
He is a good man.

He is my life.

Charlotte!

Charlotte!

I am alright.

See.

Stupid love.

You could have yourself killed.

I love you.

What have you done?
What have you done? Martha!

Martha.

Martha.

Stand up. You'll get comfortable.

...thy kingdom come
thy will be done

on earth as it is in heaven.

Oh, Martha.

...and forgive us our
trespasses.

Did I just here you said
you love me?

Yes.

Good.

-==Subtitles by @mal3vi==-