Lore (2017–…): Season 2, Episode 1 - Episode #2.1 - full transcript
[insects chirping]
[owl hooting softly]
[bell ringing]
♪ ♪
-Help!
-[bell continues ringing]
I'm here! I'm here!
Digging!
Help! Someone's buried alive!
Over here!
Help! Help!
[panting]
What?
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Whiskey!
The one damned thing
this country does right.
'Cause treating us Irish folk
is definitely not on the list.
I'll drink to that.
From one second-class immigrant
to another.
[laughs] I love ya.
Donald, you want to join?
Donald! [chuckles]
Lookie here,
he's had a head start.
We'll be back, Donny boy.
But for now?
Ah, whiskey.
Come on.
[singing incoherently]
[lively music playing inside]
[people cheering inside]
Hey! Must be Padraig's Day.
HARE:
It's November!
I know. My point is there must
be a reason for the party.
There's no reason
to need a reason.
Aye, well said.
Jamie!
[rhythmic whooping, clapping]
-[cheering]
-[lively music continues]
[laughs]
[laughs]
The little fella sure can
move his... his foot.
BURKE:
Whittles at a pub again?
I imagine the ladies love you
for your big knife.
-[music ends]
-A cheer for the wee lad, Jamie!
[cheering]
Yeah!
SHOLTO:
A cheer for all!
[cheering]
Enjoy this round, people,
courtesy of yours truly!
[cheering]
[chanting]:
Sholto! Sholto! Sholto!
-[lively music playing]
-[laughing]
There's that Sholto. He's up
there buying the house drinks.
Hey, bless him.
Hey, it's a bit of a slap
in the face, isn't it?
He owes me 11 shillings.
They're free.
All that matters is...
-11 shillings.
-For what?
He's not very good at cards.
Well, he's right there,
isn't he?
[both whooping]
[crowd cheering]
[Hare laughing]
Now 11 shillings, you great cow.
-Oh, was it that much?
-11.
-Or one.
-One what?
HARE: Yeah, one cut,
right through your eye, boy.
SHOLTO:
All right, all right.
-Easy.
-[lips smack]
Plus interest,
for my friend's suffering.
Or maybe he'll
slice you up anyway.
No, no, no, no, please.
[sighs]
If you'll indulge me, gentlemen,
I have a business proposition
that will make that
look a pittance.
But, um, in private, please.
[clears throat]
[lively music continues]
-And all in the name of science.
-Until you get caught.
A corpse technically
isn't property,
so we're not stealing.
-Uh, legally speaking,
it's just...
-HARE: Trespassing.
Which is why we get creative.
They set up a watchtower,
we go under.
-Tunnels.
-Exactly.
The doctors in Surgeon's Square,
they pay for every body,
no matter the condition.
You see, they're in a-a race
to cure the diseases,
and they need bodies to study.
Now, Robert Knox,
he's my doc on the inside.
And you're cutting us
in because...?
-Well, start with the knife.
-Good point.
And?
My crew are not exactly
responsible types.
Look, they don't always show up.
I-I need two I can count on.
Right?
When and where?
Two hours. Charity Workhouse.
-Whorehouse?
-Oh, that's the charity.
-[chuckles]
-I'm going there now.
That's for the debt
and the drinks.
-[music ends]
-[applause]
Grave robbing.
Is that what it's come to,
is it?
Digging dead bodies
out of the ground.
They're dead, Billy.
They have no opinion.
Listen, we can make more working
one night in the ground
than six months on the docks,
and you're afraid of what?
Of what?
-The magistrate?
-Yeah, the magistrate.
-And the Good Lord.
-[laughs] The Good Lord.
"The Good Lord," he says.
Hmm. [exhales]
Let God have his go in Heaven.
Let me handle things here,
in the actual Earth, all right?
We can't just go
steal dead bodies out...
Yeah...
Bodies, theoretically.
Donald?
Donald, is you
all right there, mate?
Shit. Poor chap.
-[sighs]
-How long has he been dead?
[sighs]
Long enough, I suppose.
With no family to speak of.
Better get him to a hospital.
Aye. Hospital.
Or... to a surgeon?
For a small fee, of course.
[scoffs softly]
[whispers]:
In the name of science.
♪ ♪
Is this the right one?
Can't be knocking
on wrong doors all morning.
Hey, Billy, relax.
It says "Knox" right there.
Knocking for Knox.
Hey, all right.
[clears throat]
[door opens]
Uh, Sholto Macdonald sent us.
-[metal clicks]
-[door creaks]
Up!
[door closes]
[grunting, panting]
KNOX:
Hmm.
Not a speck of dirt.
[sniffing]
No rot...
[sniffs]
beyond the alcohol,
which I'm sure
all of you have taken.
The world in Scotland
may be very different
from what you're used to
in Dublin, lads.
Uh, sorry, sir.
I'm from Urney.
Well, Dublin, Urney, Cork.
You're all the same
over there, aren't you?
[chuckles]
Scotland's place
in the world depends
on the advances we make
for our humble audiences
right here
in this operating theatre.
Oh.
-Whoa.
-Dropsy.
Ah, ha.
Delicious.
You see, you may not have
medicine in, uh, Dublin,
which is why you all come
running over here
like little foxes.
But we do.
And a body like this
will help us cure
a condition like this.
You, boy, bottle this up.
And you, pay these men.
Seven pounds and 14 shillings.
Oh, and, gentlemen.
If you have any more
in this pristine condition,
I will compensate you
more than adequately.
[crowd cheering in distance]
-You screwed me last night.
-Oh.
I thought I could count on you!
Fat man, here,
have a pint. Here.
Apologies for not
showing up, right?
But as Lord as my witness,
we did not resurrect
a single soul last night.
SHOLTO: So where'd you get
the money, then?
Donald. Jamie.
None? How do you live, boy?
-Here, Jamie, lad.
-Aye. Milk it is.
-Hey! Hey! Hey!
-[crowd cheering]
Cheers, to all ye filthy Scots!
-Yeah!
-[cheering]
Who the hell is Donald?
"Was" Donald.
Good friend. Was.
[laughs]
[rooster crows in distance]
-PUNCH: Ah! I hate you!
-JUDY: Well, I hate you more.
PUNCH: Ah, come here, ha!
[snickering]
[laughter]
Judy, did you hear
that if you're buried,
-you might not meet your maker?
-Oh?
-Yes. Come here.
-♪ Da, da-da, da-da, da-da. ♪
[bell dings]
-[laughter]
-What was that for?
PUNCH: I wanted to see
what would happen
if I had to bury you.
JUDY: I'd be at rest
and my soul would go to Heaven.
-PUNCH: Hell.
-JUDY: Heaven.
-Heaven.
-Hell.
PUNCH: But some people
will not get that pleasure.
JUDY:
Oh?
Indeed. They're called
resurrectionists.
Resu-what?
-[laughter]
-Grave robbers, Judy.
-Nobody is safe.
-JUDY: But why not use
all the dead bodies
that die from sickness?
Because they can only use
the bodies of criminals.
It's the law!
So they can
definitely use yours.
Uh-huh.
-[laughter]
-BURKE: Hey.
We have work to do.
♪ ♪
You seem quieter than normal,
and that's saying something.
I don't like it.
What, the money?
-Playing God.
-Billy.
We're two Irish immigrants
sitting in a pub
on a Sunday afternoon
when most people are in church.
There ain't nothing God-like
about any of this.
[exhales] 'Tisn't right.
ABIGAIL:
Something wet, if you would.
[hacking, coughing, retching]
Hey, hey. Kindly keep all
your consumption to yourself.
It ain't dropsy, but she's
still got to be worth more
than the average healthy whore.
Wet enough?
-Nope.
-Allow me to rectify that.
-My name is William Burke.
-Abigail Simpson.
-[retches, coughs]
-Ugh.
-[chuckles]
-[retching]
Oh, that's a nasty cough
you got.
[chuckles] And in this cold,
you could catch your death.
You know? Ah, shit.
Ain't no cold, and you know it.
My condolences, then.
Don't want your...
condol... condol...
What you said.
In that case, how about another?
-[chuckling]
-Eh? [laughing]
♪ ♪
-Mmm.
-[sighs]
-[coughing]
-[laughing]
[laughing]
Whiskey! [laughs]
Angus, here.
[whoops]
Oh!
[laughing]
[incoherent mumbling]
Boys, get her out of here
before she's a corpse!
Wouldn't want that, huh?
-[incoherent mumbling]
-[straining]
Okay.
[Abigail hacking, retching]
Where'd you say you lived again?
The floor. I can find it myself.
-HARE: Wh-What are you doing?
-BURKE: Hey.
She's not gonna make it
through the night.
Yeah, the night's
hardly done, and...
That's why you were
doing all this,
why you brought her
all the drinks?
Billy, it's an investment, okay?
She's not gonna...
-So much for your investment.
-Shit!
Hey, Liam! Liam, come back!
[shushes]
[coughing]
[whispers]:
Come on.
All but embalmed.
Yet still drawing breath.
[Burke grunts]
[panting]
I could use a bit of help.
-You've lost your mind.
-Seven pounds, Billy!
Seven pounds, and you want
to give it up for this drunk?!
Now who's lost his mind?!
Fine!
Fine. [chuckles]
Ah... Oh, God.
[sighs, groans]
-[straining]
-[muffled groaning]
-Jesus! Oh, no, no, no.
-No! No! No!
[coughing, screaming]
Billy!
-Billy!
-Get off! Get off!
Get off me!
[muffled screaming]
[straining loudly]
[straining loudly]
[muffled groaning quiets]
[muffled groaning stops]
[panting]
-What the hell was that?!
-Shh!
Shush! Shh.
Shh!
Science.
Hey. Help me up with it.
Billy!
Yeah, yeah, yeah. [grunts]
[panting]:
Okay. Okay. Okay.
And what am I supposed to do
with this?
Aye.
Her head's a bit mussed,
but the rest,
totally fresh and, um,
clean-ish, except
for the consumption bit,
which I assumed that you'd want?
Yes, yes, yes, but the face...
No matter how pristine the rest
of the body may be underneath,
the face is the first thing
these students will see,
and they may not believe
that the rest of the body
doesn't follow suit.
My recent samples,
though purchased
at a discount price,
have put me in fourth place
in a three horse race.
This is all about
research and performance,
gentlemen.
If I can't show this body to the
rest of the medical community,
if I can't perform
with the best samples
and further my discoveries,
then this lot will leave
and go to a competitor's
operating theatre
with better... wares.
And this, all of this,
my life's work,
will cease to exist.
And I will not have that!
Do you cretins understand?
Uh-huh. [clears throat]
Yeah. Mm-hmm.
Good.
In civilized countries,
this is what we call
an understanding.
We now have an understanding.
You only get six pounds
and a free lesson in
what we in Scotland consider
-the work ethic.
-[bell dings]
Quality counts, gentlemen.
Do not let your Irish roots
get in the way
of doing a good job here.
-Mm.
Oh, and, gentlemen.
[quietly]: Be very careful
how you acquire the merchandise.
I don't want coppers
around here.
They're much better suited
to your part of the town.
Now begone.
-[lively music playing]
-[crowd cheering]
BURKE:
You don't talk much, do you?
I've heard you two
are the life of the party.
Let's have a good time.
HARE: Far from the confines of
the Charity, aren't you, love?
-I go where the work is.
-This is where the work isn't.
-Too much woman for you?
-Too much for the woman.
Off you run. Plenty of suitors
looking to ruin you proper.
-[glass shatters]
-[music stops]
Look at this miserable shite!
What in the name of all that
is holy is that hideous thing?
The boy doesn't talk.
Oh, he can't even talk
out of that hole, chin face?
Disfigured and mute,
you scabby roaster?
-INNKEEPER: Hey! Hey!
-[sobbing]
Get her out of here!
-Get out of here!
-[crowd shouting]
-HARE: Hey.
-Get out of here!
All right, boy.
You're all right, boy.
You're all right.
Somebody take care of him.
M'lady! M'lady!
Ah. Apologies. Ah.
We shouldn't have let them
treat you like that.
So, uh...
Apology accepted.
-[laughs]: Oh.
-Lead the way.
-[giggling]
-[growls]
HARE:
Hey! What's going on?
Just gonna let off some steam.
Nothing to worry about.
[both laughing]
♪ ♪
Oy! You afraid of me, are you?
What about you?
[chuckles]
[gasps]
Oh, so you like it rough?
[laughs]
Oy! Hey. Let go.
Mm.
Billy, remember,
quality matters.
Miss, my name is William Burke.
This here is my partner,
Billy Hare.
MARY:
I don't care, boys.
BURKE:
Good.
Where was I?
Ah, yes. Like this.
[shrieks]
[muffled screaming]
Billy! Hop on!
Hop on!
[muffled screaming continues]
-[muffled crying]
-[grunting]
[muffled grunting]
[muffled grunting quiets]
-[muffled grunting stops]
-[panting]
[bell dings]
He's doing well for himself.
'Cause of us, mate.
KNOX: The effects
of prostitution on the body
and their diseases.
♪ ♪
-Here we go.
-There we go.
-BURKE: Hare?
-Yeah, yeah.
[bell dings]
KNOX:
The effects of alcohol.
-[crowd cheering]
-[pounding on table]
-[bell dinging]
-Hey!
-[laughs]
-How are you, love?
-Is that your house?
-[giggling]
-Whoa-oh!
-[screaming, laughing]
[bell dings]
[laughing]
Hey, don't run off with her.
-Come on.
-[grunting]
KNOX: Comparable ages and body types.
We can use one as a control.
♪ ♪
There's not a speck
of dirt on you two.
-Science.
-Science.
-[crowd cheering]
-[bell dinging]
Here's to Billy Hare
and Liam Burke!
[laughs]
Oh!
♪ ♪
[coughing]
It's a bit late
for a child to be out.
What do you suppose he's worth?
Nothing.
Yeah, you're right.
People would know.
You think that's the problem?
[scoffs]
What?
Hey.
♪ ♪
[muffled whimpering]
[muffled scream]
[bell dings]
[groans]
[sighs]
Where you going to?
You go ahead.
[sniffles]
I need to get some fresh air.
And a bed.
[laughs]:
Ah, ha, ha!
Someone's going
to the Charity shop, hey?
Hey, don't let them
overcharge you this time, Billy!
Billy! Billy!
-[Punch and Judy grunting]
-[thunder rumbles softly]
PUNCH:
Judy, do you know what I hate?
Me?
Yes, but that's only because
you're my wife.
-[Judy grunting]
-[crowd gasping]
I deserved that.
-JUDY: Who else, then?
-The Irish. And doctors.
PUPPET KNOX [echoing]:
Did somebody call a doctor?
-[Judy shrieks]
-PUNCH: Ah! Oh, Lord! He's here!
Which means we're not.
[echoing]: Now, now,
why would you run from me?
My only lot in life is to make
all of your lives better.
I am but a humble servant.
-[crowd booing]
-[thunder rumbling]
Don't take my word.
Listen to my two best friends.
Mr. Burke, Mr. Hare.
My good Irish friends,
welcome back.
What have you been up to?
PUPPET HARE: Spending all
me money on women and wine.
-PUPPET KNOX: And I've given you
a lot of money.
-Mm-hmm.
-BOTH: Thank you, Doctor.
-Don't mention it.
-I mean that. Don't mention it.
-[thunder rumbling]
PUPPET HARE:
What about you, Billy?
Are yougoing to mention it?
PUPPET BURKE:
Oh, imagine you did.
-We'd both hang.
-Or maybe that would be better.
[echoing]:
Then at least you could sleep.
PUPPET KNOX:
On my table.
-[laughter]
-[puppets laughing]
PUPPET HARE:
Good luck sleeping, Billy!
PUPPET KNOX:
Nighty night, Billy!
[puppets laughing]
-[lively music playing]
-[sighs, sniffs]
All hail the walking dead.
Not tonight. Just let me drink.
I'll buy you a drink.
I'll buy you four.
How 'bout you stop waving
your, uh, money around?
You think people haven't
noticed your new coat?
The fact that every meal
is at a restaurant?
The fact that you bedded
half the whores in the city?
Billy, I thought
you were more worried
about your own eternal soul.
Who says I ain't?
But you wouldn't know
about that, would ya?
-Listen...
-No.
No, no, no. You listen.
You may not care
about sin and damnation,
-but you care about
getting caught, don't ya?
-Billy...
You call me Billy again,
and you'll be doing it
without teeth.
William, it's clear to me
that you're in a foul mood,
so I'm gonna let this one pass.
But remember this:
sin or not, it's all us
getting caught, not just me.
It's all us.
Now who wants to play
on my bagpipe?!
♪ ♪
Angus, all of Billy's drinks
are on me.
♪ ♪
Hey. Listen. Hey.
It's fine.
You know...
you know you're like
a brother to me? Hmm?
HARE:
I said it's fine, mate.
BURKE:
I love you.
[bell dings]
-Nightcap.
-[bell dings]
And you're broke.
Fine.
Let's get it over with
before I pass out on top of him.
[sputters]
[sighs]
[grunting]
-BURKE: Oh, shit!
-HARE: Jamie, Jamie!
It's us! It's us! It's us!
[grunting]
Jamie!
-[shouts]
-[grunting]
I'll tell... me mother!
[Jamie grunting loudly]
♪ ♪
No! No! No!
No!
No.
[grunting]
[shouts]
[panting]
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Down.
Up.
[knocking]
[sighs]
Leave.
[door closes]
This is unacceptable.
This body is...
disfigured.
A horror.
It's almost worthless.
I ask you to do one thing.
Pristine.
[sawing]
[grunts]
[sighs]
I will dispose of the rest.
These... pieces,
get rid of them.
[grunts]
-[fabric tearing]
-[grunting]
Not even a shilling?
Go.
Yeah, okay.
KNOX:
And be careful.
That head...
will tend to prove the rumors
I've been hearing
about murderers
walking the streets,
if you can believe it.
And I can't be a party
to murder.
Do we have an understanding?
Aye.
For science.
Science.
[insects chittering]
Fancy a pint?
Jesus Christ.
I'm done.
-[thunder rumbling softly]
-[laughter]
♪ ♪
[laughter fades]
PUPPET BURKE [echoing]:
What's the matter, Billy?
Cat got your tongue?
Doctor got your foot? [laughs]
PUPPET HARE:
Let's ask him again, shall we?
Ooh, Doctor?
PUPPET KNOX: People are
starting to ask questions.
Did you think
you could just leave?
He thought he could just leave.
We saved you a seat.
...tell... me mother!
You're going to hang, Billy,
whether you stop now or you kill
a hundred more Daft Jamies,
or maybe some of these people.
Quality, Billy. Or...
PUPPETS:
I'll tell me mother!
JAMIE [echoing]:
...mother!
CROWD [in unison]:
I'll tell me mother!
Stop this right now!
♪ ♪
[quiet chatter, laughter]
♪ ♪
[sighs]
[laughs]:
H-Hey!
I thought you'd be
in Cork by now.
I should be. You're right.
But you don't want to.
Huh? Not really.
I do. I really do. Liam.
Oh, no-no-no.
Listen, um...
I ran into my cousin Margaret.
She's in town, and, well, uh,
it got me thinking.
Family, friends,
that's what matters.
Right, that's great.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
William, come with me.
-You know how awkward I can get.
-You?
[laughs] Right.
But family's a different
kind of beast, mate.
Come have a drink with us.
Just family.
Come on.
♪ ♪
[chuckles]
[Burke sighs]
HARE:
That's not the way to your flat.
Well, the Grays are out of town.
They asked me
to keep an eye out.
It's better than
our dirty flops.
Fine.
[laughs]
Cousin,
meet my dearest friend,
William Hare,
of Londonderry.
William, my cousin Margaret.
-How do you do?
-I... [sighs]
-Pleasure.
-BURKE: Speaking of,
I come bearing drinks.
-[sets bottle down]
-Huh?
Family.
It's all we really have.
Oh! Right.
[sighs] I need some space
for my bladder.
So, uh...
cousins, huh?
-When was the last time ya...
-Oh, well,
to be perfectly honest,
I can't quite place him.
I only just arrived
in Edinburgh two days ago,
but he seemed so convinced and
sweet, I felt maybe I was off.
-Seemed convinced, did he?
-Of our relation.
I do see it in the eyes a bit.
Oh, I see something, too.
Clearly.
Forgive me, Margaret.
Seems nature is
screaming my name as well.
[panting]
-You lying sack of shite!
-Easy there, Billy.
Wouldn't want Margaret to hear,
now, would... [grunts]
That's for calling me Billy,
and for lying to me and pulling
me back into your madness.
-I told you I was done!
-Now who's lying?
William, you knew exactly where
this little reunion would end.
You like it. You just don't like
that you like it.
Stop!
16. 16 so far.
Men, women, Jamie.
-Stop.
-It's me or her, Billy.
Her we can explain, but me?
That'll be 17
on your conscience,
and you'll hang
for every single one of us.
♪ ♪
[Margaret crying,
muffled screaming]
[muffled crying continues]
God our Father,
your power brings us to birth.
Your providence
guides our lives.
And, by your command,
we return to dust.
[muffled crying stops]
[panting]
She needs to be out
before the sun's up.
All right.
[grunts, sighs]
[sighs]
It's not even midnight yet.
Um, rest yourself for an hour
or two, and, uh,
we'll move her then, yeah?
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
[whistles blowing]
[yelling]
♪ ♪
PUPPET HARE: We were charged
with 16 counts of murder.
PUPPET BURKE: Interesting.
How'd they find out?
PUPPET HARE:
Well...
I told them.
PUPPET BURKE:
What?! [grunting]
[choking]
[panting, coughing]
So we were both hanged?
PUPPET HARE:
Well... not quite.
PUPPET BURKE:
What do you mean, "not quite"?
PUPPET HARE:
Well, the thing is, Liam,
I turned King's evidence.
No.
I confessed in exchange
for immunity.
They wanted to punish someone,
so I made a deal.
PUPPET BURKE:
So what happened to you?
PUPPET HARE:
Nobody knows.
But we all know what happened
to you, William Burke.
Yes. I was hanged
by the neck until dead.
Yeah. And then your fresh
and mostly pristine corpse...
-Oh, mostly pristine?
-Well, you are Irish.
Right, right. Carry on.
Your corpse still exists today.
[choking]
Ta-da!
♪ ♪
PUPPET HARE: To this day,
William Burke's body
is on display for all to see
at the University of Edinburgh's Anatomical Museum.
PUPPET BURKE:
Ironically, I've become
the most lucrative corpse
in the history of Scotland.
♪ ♪
PUPPET HARE:
In the name of science.
[owl hooting softly]
[bell ringing]
♪ ♪
-Help!
-[bell continues ringing]
I'm here! I'm here!
Digging!
Help! Someone's buried alive!
Over here!
Help! Help!
[panting]
What?
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Whiskey!
The one damned thing
this country does right.
'Cause treating us Irish folk
is definitely not on the list.
I'll drink to that.
From one second-class immigrant
to another.
[laughs] I love ya.
Donald, you want to join?
Donald! [chuckles]
Lookie here,
he's had a head start.
We'll be back, Donny boy.
But for now?
Ah, whiskey.
Come on.
[singing incoherently]
[lively music playing inside]
[people cheering inside]
Hey! Must be Padraig's Day.
HARE:
It's November!
I know. My point is there must
be a reason for the party.
There's no reason
to need a reason.
Aye, well said.
Jamie!
[rhythmic whooping, clapping]
-[cheering]
-[lively music continues]
[laughs]
[laughs]
The little fella sure can
move his... his foot.
BURKE:
Whittles at a pub again?
I imagine the ladies love you
for your big knife.
-[music ends]
-A cheer for the wee lad, Jamie!
[cheering]
Yeah!
SHOLTO:
A cheer for all!
[cheering]
Enjoy this round, people,
courtesy of yours truly!
[cheering]
[chanting]:
Sholto! Sholto! Sholto!
-[lively music playing]
-[laughing]
There's that Sholto. He's up
there buying the house drinks.
Hey, bless him.
Hey, it's a bit of a slap
in the face, isn't it?
He owes me 11 shillings.
They're free.
All that matters is...
-11 shillings.
-For what?
He's not very good at cards.
Well, he's right there,
isn't he?
[both whooping]
[crowd cheering]
[Hare laughing]
Now 11 shillings, you great cow.
-Oh, was it that much?
-11.
-Or one.
-One what?
HARE: Yeah, one cut,
right through your eye, boy.
SHOLTO:
All right, all right.
-Easy.
-[lips smack]
Plus interest,
for my friend's suffering.
Or maybe he'll
slice you up anyway.
No, no, no, no, please.
[sighs]
If you'll indulge me, gentlemen,
I have a business proposition
that will make that
look a pittance.
But, um, in private, please.
[clears throat]
[lively music continues]
-And all in the name of science.
-Until you get caught.
A corpse technically
isn't property,
so we're not stealing.
-Uh, legally speaking,
it's just...
-HARE: Trespassing.
Which is why we get creative.
They set up a watchtower,
we go under.
-Tunnels.
-Exactly.
The doctors in Surgeon's Square,
they pay for every body,
no matter the condition.
You see, they're in a-a race
to cure the diseases,
and they need bodies to study.
Now, Robert Knox,
he's my doc on the inside.
And you're cutting us
in because...?
-Well, start with the knife.
-Good point.
And?
My crew are not exactly
responsible types.
Look, they don't always show up.
I-I need two I can count on.
Right?
When and where?
Two hours. Charity Workhouse.
-Whorehouse?
-Oh, that's the charity.
-[chuckles]
-I'm going there now.
That's for the debt
and the drinks.
-[music ends]
-[applause]
Grave robbing.
Is that what it's come to,
is it?
Digging dead bodies
out of the ground.
They're dead, Billy.
They have no opinion.
Listen, we can make more working
one night in the ground
than six months on the docks,
and you're afraid of what?
Of what?
-The magistrate?
-Yeah, the magistrate.
-And the Good Lord.
-[laughs] The Good Lord.
"The Good Lord," he says.
Hmm. [exhales]
Let God have his go in Heaven.
Let me handle things here,
in the actual Earth, all right?
We can't just go
steal dead bodies out...
Yeah...
Bodies, theoretically.
Donald?
Donald, is you
all right there, mate?
Shit. Poor chap.
-[sighs]
-How long has he been dead?
[sighs]
Long enough, I suppose.
With no family to speak of.
Better get him to a hospital.
Aye. Hospital.
Or... to a surgeon?
For a small fee, of course.
[scoffs softly]
[whispers]:
In the name of science.
♪ ♪
Is this the right one?
Can't be knocking
on wrong doors all morning.
Hey, Billy, relax.
It says "Knox" right there.
Knocking for Knox.
Hey, all right.
[clears throat]
[door opens]
Uh, Sholto Macdonald sent us.
-[metal clicks]
-[door creaks]
Up!
[door closes]
[grunting, panting]
KNOX:
Hmm.
Not a speck of dirt.
[sniffing]
No rot...
[sniffs]
beyond the alcohol,
which I'm sure
all of you have taken.
The world in Scotland
may be very different
from what you're used to
in Dublin, lads.
Uh, sorry, sir.
I'm from Urney.
Well, Dublin, Urney, Cork.
You're all the same
over there, aren't you?
[chuckles]
Scotland's place
in the world depends
on the advances we make
for our humble audiences
right here
in this operating theatre.
Oh.
-Whoa.
-Dropsy.
Ah, ha.
Delicious.
You see, you may not have
medicine in, uh, Dublin,
which is why you all come
running over here
like little foxes.
But we do.
And a body like this
will help us cure
a condition like this.
You, boy, bottle this up.
And you, pay these men.
Seven pounds and 14 shillings.
Oh, and, gentlemen.
If you have any more
in this pristine condition,
I will compensate you
more than adequately.
[crowd cheering in distance]
-You screwed me last night.
-Oh.
I thought I could count on you!
Fat man, here,
have a pint. Here.
Apologies for not
showing up, right?
But as Lord as my witness,
we did not resurrect
a single soul last night.
SHOLTO: So where'd you get
the money, then?
Donald. Jamie.
None? How do you live, boy?
-Here, Jamie, lad.
-Aye. Milk it is.
-Hey! Hey! Hey!
-[crowd cheering]
Cheers, to all ye filthy Scots!
-Yeah!
-[cheering]
Who the hell is Donald?
"Was" Donald.
Good friend. Was.
[laughs]
[rooster crows in distance]
-PUNCH: Ah! I hate you!
-JUDY: Well, I hate you more.
PUNCH: Ah, come here, ha!
[snickering]
[laughter]
Judy, did you hear
that if you're buried,
-you might not meet your maker?
-Oh?
-Yes. Come here.
-♪ Da, da-da, da-da, da-da. ♪
[bell dings]
-[laughter]
-What was that for?
PUNCH: I wanted to see
what would happen
if I had to bury you.
JUDY: I'd be at rest
and my soul would go to Heaven.
-PUNCH: Hell.
-JUDY: Heaven.
-Heaven.
-Hell.
PUNCH: But some people
will not get that pleasure.
JUDY:
Oh?
Indeed. They're called
resurrectionists.
Resu-what?
-[laughter]
-Grave robbers, Judy.
-Nobody is safe.
-JUDY: But why not use
all the dead bodies
that die from sickness?
Because they can only use
the bodies of criminals.
It's the law!
So they can
definitely use yours.
Uh-huh.
-[laughter]
-BURKE: Hey.
We have work to do.
♪ ♪
You seem quieter than normal,
and that's saying something.
I don't like it.
What, the money?
-Playing God.
-Billy.
We're two Irish immigrants
sitting in a pub
on a Sunday afternoon
when most people are in church.
There ain't nothing God-like
about any of this.
[exhales] 'Tisn't right.
ABIGAIL:
Something wet, if you would.
[hacking, coughing, retching]
Hey, hey. Kindly keep all
your consumption to yourself.
It ain't dropsy, but she's
still got to be worth more
than the average healthy whore.
Wet enough?
-Nope.
-Allow me to rectify that.
-My name is William Burke.
-Abigail Simpson.
-[retches, coughs]
-Ugh.
-[chuckles]
-[retching]
Oh, that's a nasty cough
you got.
[chuckles] And in this cold,
you could catch your death.
You know? Ah, shit.
Ain't no cold, and you know it.
My condolences, then.
Don't want your...
condol... condol...
What you said.
In that case, how about another?
-[chuckling]
-Eh? [laughing]
♪ ♪
-Mmm.
-[sighs]
-[coughing]
-[laughing]
[laughing]
Whiskey! [laughs]
Angus, here.
[whoops]
Oh!
[laughing]
[incoherent mumbling]
Boys, get her out of here
before she's a corpse!
Wouldn't want that, huh?
-[incoherent mumbling]
-[straining]
Okay.
[Abigail hacking, retching]
Where'd you say you lived again?
The floor. I can find it myself.
-HARE: Wh-What are you doing?
-BURKE: Hey.
She's not gonna make it
through the night.
Yeah, the night's
hardly done, and...
That's why you were
doing all this,
why you brought her
all the drinks?
Billy, it's an investment, okay?
She's not gonna...
-So much for your investment.
-Shit!
Hey, Liam! Liam, come back!
[shushes]
[coughing]
[whispers]:
Come on.
All but embalmed.
Yet still drawing breath.
[Burke grunts]
[panting]
I could use a bit of help.
-You've lost your mind.
-Seven pounds, Billy!
Seven pounds, and you want
to give it up for this drunk?!
Now who's lost his mind?!
Fine!
Fine. [chuckles]
Ah... Oh, God.
[sighs, groans]
-[straining]
-[muffled groaning]
-Jesus! Oh, no, no, no.
-No! No! No!
[coughing, screaming]
Billy!
-Billy!
-Get off! Get off!
Get off me!
[muffled screaming]
[straining loudly]
[straining loudly]
[muffled groaning quiets]
[muffled groaning stops]
[panting]
-What the hell was that?!
-Shh!
Shush! Shh.
Shh!
Science.
Hey. Help me up with it.
Billy!
Yeah, yeah, yeah. [grunts]
[panting]:
Okay. Okay. Okay.
And what am I supposed to do
with this?
Aye.
Her head's a bit mussed,
but the rest,
totally fresh and, um,
clean-ish, except
for the consumption bit,
which I assumed that you'd want?
Yes, yes, yes, but the face...
No matter how pristine the rest
of the body may be underneath,
the face is the first thing
these students will see,
and they may not believe
that the rest of the body
doesn't follow suit.
My recent samples,
though purchased
at a discount price,
have put me in fourth place
in a three horse race.
This is all about
research and performance,
gentlemen.
If I can't show this body to the
rest of the medical community,
if I can't perform
with the best samples
and further my discoveries,
then this lot will leave
and go to a competitor's
operating theatre
with better... wares.
And this, all of this,
my life's work,
will cease to exist.
And I will not have that!
Do you cretins understand?
Uh-huh. [clears throat]
Yeah. Mm-hmm.
Good.
In civilized countries,
this is what we call
an understanding.
We now have an understanding.
You only get six pounds
and a free lesson in
what we in Scotland consider
-the work ethic.
-[bell dings]
Quality counts, gentlemen.
Do not let your Irish roots
get in the way
of doing a good job here.
-Mm.
Oh, and, gentlemen.
[quietly]: Be very careful
how you acquire the merchandise.
I don't want coppers
around here.
They're much better suited
to your part of the town.
Now begone.
-[lively music playing]
-[crowd cheering]
BURKE:
You don't talk much, do you?
I've heard you two
are the life of the party.
Let's have a good time.
HARE: Far from the confines of
the Charity, aren't you, love?
-I go where the work is.
-This is where the work isn't.
-Too much woman for you?
-Too much for the woman.
Off you run. Plenty of suitors
looking to ruin you proper.
-[glass shatters]
-[music stops]
Look at this miserable shite!
What in the name of all that
is holy is that hideous thing?
The boy doesn't talk.
Oh, he can't even talk
out of that hole, chin face?
Disfigured and mute,
you scabby roaster?
-INNKEEPER: Hey! Hey!
-[sobbing]
Get her out of here!
-Get out of here!
-[crowd shouting]
-HARE: Hey.
-Get out of here!
All right, boy.
You're all right, boy.
You're all right.
Somebody take care of him.
M'lady! M'lady!
Ah. Apologies. Ah.
We shouldn't have let them
treat you like that.
So, uh...
Apology accepted.
-[laughs]: Oh.
-Lead the way.
-[giggling]
-[growls]
HARE:
Hey! What's going on?
Just gonna let off some steam.
Nothing to worry about.
[both laughing]
♪ ♪
Oy! You afraid of me, are you?
What about you?
[chuckles]
[gasps]
Oh, so you like it rough?
[laughs]
Oy! Hey. Let go.
Mm.
Billy, remember,
quality matters.
Miss, my name is William Burke.
This here is my partner,
Billy Hare.
MARY:
I don't care, boys.
BURKE:
Good.
Where was I?
Ah, yes. Like this.
[shrieks]
[muffled screaming]
Billy! Hop on!
Hop on!
[muffled screaming continues]
-[muffled crying]
-[grunting]
[muffled grunting]
[muffled grunting quiets]
-[muffled grunting stops]
-[panting]
[bell dings]
He's doing well for himself.
'Cause of us, mate.
KNOX: The effects
of prostitution on the body
and their diseases.
♪ ♪
-Here we go.
-There we go.
-BURKE: Hare?
-Yeah, yeah.
[bell dings]
KNOX:
The effects of alcohol.
-[crowd cheering]
-[pounding on table]
-[bell dinging]
-Hey!
-[laughs]
-How are you, love?
-Is that your house?
-[giggling]
-Whoa-oh!
-[screaming, laughing]
[bell dings]
[laughing]
Hey, don't run off with her.
-Come on.
-[grunting]
KNOX: Comparable ages and body types.
We can use one as a control.
♪ ♪
There's not a speck
of dirt on you two.
-Science.
-Science.
-[crowd cheering]
-[bell dinging]
Here's to Billy Hare
and Liam Burke!
[laughs]
Oh!
♪ ♪
[coughing]
It's a bit late
for a child to be out.
What do you suppose he's worth?
Nothing.
Yeah, you're right.
People would know.
You think that's the problem?
[scoffs]
What?
Hey.
♪ ♪
[muffled whimpering]
[muffled scream]
[bell dings]
[groans]
[sighs]
Where you going to?
You go ahead.
[sniffles]
I need to get some fresh air.
And a bed.
[laughs]:
Ah, ha, ha!
Someone's going
to the Charity shop, hey?
Hey, don't let them
overcharge you this time, Billy!
Billy! Billy!
-[Punch and Judy grunting]
-[thunder rumbles softly]
PUNCH:
Judy, do you know what I hate?
Me?
Yes, but that's only because
you're my wife.
-[Judy grunting]
-[crowd gasping]
I deserved that.
-JUDY: Who else, then?
-The Irish. And doctors.
PUPPET KNOX [echoing]:
Did somebody call a doctor?
-[Judy shrieks]
-PUNCH: Ah! Oh, Lord! He's here!
Which means we're not.
[echoing]: Now, now,
why would you run from me?
My only lot in life is to make
all of your lives better.
I am but a humble servant.
-[crowd booing]
-[thunder rumbling]
Don't take my word.
Listen to my two best friends.
Mr. Burke, Mr. Hare.
My good Irish friends,
welcome back.
What have you been up to?
PUPPET HARE: Spending all
me money on women and wine.
-PUPPET KNOX: And I've given you
a lot of money.
-Mm-hmm.
-BOTH: Thank you, Doctor.
-Don't mention it.
-I mean that. Don't mention it.
-[thunder rumbling]
PUPPET HARE:
What about you, Billy?
Are yougoing to mention it?
PUPPET BURKE:
Oh, imagine you did.
-We'd both hang.
-Or maybe that would be better.
[echoing]:
Then at least you could sleep.
PUPPET KNOX:
On my table.
-[laughter]
-[puppets laughing]
PUPPET HARE:
Good luck sleeping, Billy!
PUPPET KNOX:
Nighty night, Billy!
[puppets laughing]
-[lively music playing]
-[sighs, sniffs]
All hail the walking dead.
Not tonight. Just let me drink.
I'll buy you a drink.
I'll buy you four.
How 'bout you stop waving
your, uh, money around?
You think people haven't
noticed your new coat?
The fact that every meal
is at a restaurant?
The fact that you bedded
half the whores in the city?
Billy, I thought
you were more worried
about your own eternal soul.
Who says I ain't?
But you wouldn't know
about that, would ya?
-Listen...
-No.
No, no, no. You listen.
You may not care
about sin and damnation,
-but you care about
getting caught, don't ya?
-Billy...
You call me Billy again,
and you'll be doing it
without teeth.
William, it's clear to me
that you're in a foul mood,
so I'm gonna let this one pass.
But remember this:
sin or not, it's all us
getting caught, not just me.
It's all us.
Now who wants to play
on my bagpipe?!
♪ ♪
Angus, all of Billy's drinks
are on me.
♪ ♪
Hey. Listen. Hey.
It's fine.
You know...
you know you're like
a brother to me? Hmm?
HARE:
I said it's fine, mate.
BURKE:
I love you.
[bell dings]
-Nightcap.
-[bell dings]
And you're broke.
Fine.
Let's get it over with
before I pass out on top of him.
[sputters]
[sighs]
[grunting]
-BURKE: Oh, shit!
-HARE: Jamie, Jamie!
It's us! It's us! It's us!
[grunting]
Jamie!
-[shouts]
-[grunting]
I'll tell... me mother!
[Jamie grunting loudly]
♪ ♪
No! No! No!
No!
No.
[grunting]
[shouts]
[panting]
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Down.
Up.
[knocking]
[sighs]
Leave.
[door closes]
This is unacceptable.
This body is...
disfigured.
A horror.
It's almost worthless.
I ask you to do one thing.
Pristine.
[sawing]
[grunts]
[sighs]
I will dispose of the rest.
These... pieces,
get rid of them.
[grunts]
-[fabric tearing]
-[grunting]
Not even a shilling?
Go.
Yeah, okay.
KNOX:
And be careful.
That head...
will tend to prove the rumors
I've been hearing
about murderers
walking the streets,
if you can believe it.
And I can't be a party
to murder.
Do we have an understanding?
Aye.
For science.
Science.
[insects chittering]
Fancy a pint?
Jesus Christ.
I'm done.
-[thunder rumbling softly]
-[laughter]
♪ ♪
[laughter fades]
PUPPET BURKE [echoing]:
What's the matter, Billy?
Cat got your tongue?
Doctor got your foot? [laughs]
PUPPET HARE:
Let's ask him again, shall we?
Ooh, Doctor?
PUPPET KNOX: People are
starting to ask questions.
Did you think
you could just leave?
He thought he could just leave.
We saved you a seat.
...tell... me mother!
You're going to hang, Billy,
whether you stop now or you kill
a hundred more Daft Jamies,
or maybe some of these people.
Quality, Billy. Or...
PUPPETS:
I'll tell me mother!
JAMIE [echoing]:
...mother!
CROWD [in unison]:
I'll tell me mother!
Stop this right now!
♪ ♪
[quiet chatter, laughter]
♪ ♪
[sighs]
[laughs]:
H-Hey!
I thought you'd be
in Cork by now.
I should be. You're right.
But you don't want to.
Huh? Not really.
I do. I really do. Liam.
Oh, no-no-no.
Listen, um...
I ran into my cousin Margaret.
She's in town, and, well, uh,
it got me thinking.
Family, friends,
that's what matters.
Right, that's great.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
William, come with me.
-You know how awkward I can get.
-You?
[laughs] Right.
But family's a different
kind of beast, mate.
Come have a drink with us.
Just family.
Come on.
♪ ♪
[chuckles]
[Burke sighs]
HARE:
That's not the way to your flat.
Well, the Grays are out of town.
They asked me
to keep an eye out.
It's better than
our dirty flops.
Fine.
[laughs]
Cousin,
meet my dearest friend,
William Hare,
of Londonderry.
William, my cousin Margaret.
-How do you do?
-I... [sighs]
-Pleasure.
-BURKE: Speaking of,
I come bearing drinks.
-[sets bottle down]
-Huh?
Family.
It's all we really have.
Oh! Right.
[sighs] I need some space
for my bladder.
So, uh...
cousins, huh?
-When was the last time ya...
-Oh, well,
to be perfectly honest,
I can't quite place him.
I only just arrived
in Edinburgh two days ago,
but he seemed so convinced and
sweet, I felt maybe I was off.
-Seemed convinced, did he?
-Of our relation.
I do see it in the eyes a bit.
Oh, I see something, too.
Clearly.
Forgive me, Margaret.
Seems nature is
screaming my name as well.
[panting]
-You lying sack of shite!
-Easy there, Billy.
Wouldn't want Margaret to hear,
now, would... [grunts]
That's for calling me Billy,
and for lying to me and pulling
me back into your madness.
-I told you I was done!
-Now who's lying?
William, you knew exactly where
this little reunion would end.
You like it. You just don't like
that you like it.
Stop!
16. 16 so far.
Men, women, Jamie.
-Stop.
-It's me or her, Billy.
Her we can explain, but me?
That'll be 17
on your conscience,
and you'll hang
for every single one of us.
♪ ♪
[Margaret crying,
muffled screaming]
[muffled crying continues]
God our Father,
your power brings us to birth.
Your providence
guides our lives.
And, by your command,
we return to dust.
[muffled crying stops]
[panting]
She needs to be out
before the sun's up.
All right.
[grunts, sighs]
[sighs]
It's not even midnight yet.
Um, rest yourself for an hour
or two, and, uh,
we'll move her then, yeah?
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
[whistles blowing]
[yelling]
♪ ♪
PUPPET HARE: We were charged
with 16 counts of murder.
PUPPET BURKE: Interesting.
How'd they find out?
PUPPET HARE:
Well...
I told them.
PUPPET BURKE:
What?! [grunting]
[choking]
[panting, coughing]
So we were both hanged?
PUPPET HARE:
Well... not quite.
PUPPET BURKE:
What do you mean, "not quite"?
PUPPET HARE:
Well, the thing is, Liam,
I turned King's evidence.
No.
I confessed in exchange
for immunity.
They wanted to punish someone,
so I made a deal.
PUPPET BURKE:
So what happened to you?
PUPPET HARE:
Nobody knows.
But we all know what happened
to you, William Burke.
Yes. I was hanged
by the neck until dead.
Yeah. And then your fresh
and mostly pristine corpse...
-Oh, mostly pristine?
-Well, you are Irish.
Right, right. Carry on.
Your corpse still exists today.
[choking]
Ta-da!
♪ ♪
PUPPET HARE: To this day,
William Burke's body
is on display for all to see
at the University of Edinburgh's Anatomical Museum.
PUPPET BURKE:
Ironically, I've become
the most lucrative corpse
in the history of Scotland.
♪ ♪
PUPPET HARE:
In the name of science.