Ripper Street (2012–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - The King Came Calling - full transcript

This programme contains scenes which
some viewers may find upsetting.

..Two tributaries of humanity,
but here, this pump,

the signifier of that which unites
all. All men made in one image.

So I declare unto you
that God is light,

and in Him is no darkness at all.

GROANING

If we say that we have
fellowship with Him

and walk in darkness, we lie,
and we do not tell the truth.

That if we walk in the light,
as He is in the light,

then we have fellowship,
one with another.

MAN RETCHES



HE GROANS

Off him, you jackals and vermin!

Help me, my guts.

Stay away from the water.
It is the King returned.

King Cholera.

I have sandwiches too.

You are kind to me, Mrs Reid.

I would take greater
care of you, Kathleen,

if you'd name the man who would
work you and then punish you so.

Kathleen?

No, Mrs Reid.

If you were you my friend,
you wouldn't ask me this thing.

You might at the least have
prepared a picnic, Reid.

Some German wine, perhaps.



I do not come here
to seduce, Inspector Ressler.

Well, then why, Reid? Hobbs!

Six, sir!

Elizabeth Jackson.
You lay claim to her, do you not?

Her dissected remains made
landfall here. Blackfriars.

On Corporation land.
A case for the City Police.

That makes her my case,
not yours. You question this?

That parts of her washed up here?
No. Her provenance, however...

Provenance, Reid? Where she came
from. Where she was butchered.

Whether she is
a Ripper victim at all.

The lad shouted "six".

Yes, I heard. Six is the number I
had painted on a sack of pig-flesh.

It weighs the same as that
package that washed up here.

I have had numerous such packages
dropped into the river

at various intervals on both banks.

Number six began its
journey in Battersea.

So this sack of pork has made
its way five miles east of there?

This river has strong
currents, Mr Ressler.

An eastward flow from the source,
westward with the rise of the sea.

The tide and time are apiece with
the day of Miss Jackson's discovery.

As this sack went into the river
in Battersea, then so did she.

But the Ripper cuts his swathe
here. The City and the East.

This woman is not such!

No! No, she must be.

This girl was diced,
separated and put into the river

in order to obscure her murder.

The Ripper would have us sit up and
pay heed, have men, men like you,

Inspector, clamour to add your
names to the tally of those who
have wandered after him.

Inspector Reid!
Whitechapel calls you back, Reid.

Inspector Reid!
Forget your dismay, inspector.

Have it from me and remember it well.

You want no part of this parade.

Inspector Reid,
you must come immediately.

Morning to you.
And to yourself.

You are alone here?

The world hides in fright
when there's rumour of cholera.

But not yourself. No, sir. I make
my home where men's fear lies.

I fight it for them.

Then you are welcome here.

The dead man is here?
He is, sir.

Mr Jackson and Mr Drake
delivered him to us.

You question whether his
death is a matter for us?

It is a medical issue, is it not?
If any more are dead,
it'll be one of public order.

Then should the water
pumps be broken?

Not until we confirm cholera.

Its water keeps most of
this populace above ground.

We close the pumps, they'll be
drinking from the river in a day.

And the dead will line the streets.

He's rigid. A spasm
at the point of death.

The jaw is locked, but...

The gums are discoloured.

The tongue's engorged.

All the signs.

You have word out enquiring
after other choleroids?

I do, sir. And nothing.

Fouled his fine suit too.

I was not here in '76,
the last time the King cut
his way through these streets.

Sudan, sir. I missed
that particular party.

'75. I was in New Orleans
when he came.

Each town, each settlement.
Men, women and child rotting.

Food for flies.

We must expect more, then?

I'll get him open. Get you sure.

He had no other effects on him?

He was scavenged
before they saw what he was.

This is a financial paper.
He's a City man.

This may not be our problem.

Indeed. But a news vendor has
written here. An address, perhaps?

We should cross to Corporation
land, find his home,

see if others there suffer or no.

Reid, this is a whale, not a man.
I'm going to need a hand in here.

They say no infection
may pass through it.

Hobbs, the dead room requires
an assistant. Go to Captain
Jackson, see what he wants.

You'll enjoy that, Hobbs.

Yes, sir.

Sergeant Artherton, I want
all other men out where people
can see them, not hiding in here.

And any man found wearing a mask,
I shall personally see them

exposed to one of
Mr Lister's bacteria.

We'll not alarm these
people by our absence.

Kathleen, please, this man who
sells you, sells you and beats you,

you protect him and he will
send you back here.

You and twenty others like you.

Perhaps he will, Mrs Reid.

But a woman has to work to find
food and lodging in this city.

I work to find you that lodging.

And will there be any
that does not insist upon
churching me every Sunday?

Upon my knees, listing
the sins I got on my back?

RETCHING

Help me! Nurse!

He's a big man, Hobbs.

When I cut, he's liable to fall away
some, you're going to help me.

Sir? See, the tissue
must be drawn back...

..to reveal the breastbone.
Now, I need you to hold it.

Now pull.

Just peel the flesh back
gently, evenly, while I cut.

The breastbone is held
in place by cartilage.

We need to cut the lower jaw here.

The breastbone comes...off.

Pull the tongue and the trachea.

And now to access where
this man's killer lives.

And where's that, sir?
The bowel, Hobbs.

The bowel.

We step out of our jurisdiction
now, Sergeant. Tread carefully.

DOGS BARK

Ma'am.

Money never begat courtesy, Bennet.

No, sir.

Excuse me. Could you tell me
where this is delivered to?

Delivered each morning.

Our presence here marked.
City Police, sir.

Let them mark it.

It's a German named Koch
that saw them first.

Grew them too.

Cholera bacillus in a jar.

Saw how it loved
dirt and dank earth,

how it lived to breed
and spread in river basins.

And how if your glass
was strong enough...

..you could actually
see it in a man's gut.

And do you see it, sir?

No. No, Hobbs. I do not.

Captain Jackson. Word comes
from the dispensary, sir.

More dead? Not yet, sir.
But many sick.

If it's not cholera,
then what? Find Reid, Hobbs.

Number 26, sir. We'll take a look.

You're Metropolitan Police
and beyond your jurisdiction.

I suffer no obligation to you.

You will give us access.

Or I shall take you where
we shall find you your obligation.

My thanks to you.

Sir?

Is she dead?

No. Opium, Sergeant.
Have a look around.

Wake up, wake up.

What?

Ow, who are you?

The police, wench, is who we are.

Whose lurk is this? Mine.

The truth, toffer.

Mine in name. His in spending. His?

Big man. Small eyes.
Pink like a pig.

S'right. How's your health?

Well, my arm hurts, but
apart from that... Cramps, vomiting?

No! Why? What's his name,
the man that installs you here?

Winston. Algernon Winston.
He was with you last night?

He was. Raging all night
about his head and his belly.

Place of work? I dunno.
I swear it. Why would he tell me?

I don't care to ask which
Jew fills his pockets.

Then it's a bank? Course it's
a bleeding bank! In the street?

You ever walk him back there
after a night on your back?

New Inn. Huge black door.

So where is he, then?

He's cold clay, woman.
As gone as your girlhood.

Best find another fine
suit to climb inside.

Off your patch twice in a day, Reid?

Put in for transfer?

We'd need grander manners
and blacker boots for that.

Aye, and a poker up our arseholes.
What is it your pit-dog says?

You enquire after my presence here,
here's the reason for it.

I've a resident of your
square mile on my slab,

grey and stinking and every
mark on him telling me cholera.
Keep your voice down, man.

And keep your men
off my manor. Hobbs?

A message for you, sir. You're
needed at the Eastern dispensary.

What, Constable? Are there more?

Don't think this forgotten.

WOMAN: Fetch a nurse.
Fetch her quick.

RETCHING

BABY WAILS

Emily?

Edmund? Are you sick?
No, I am well.

Then why are you here?

I was visiting.
One of your women?

Reid!

Mrs Reid. Captain.

It spreads.

Indeed. Is it what we fear?
Well, that depends on what you fear.

The fat man, his insides
have a story to tell.

But that story ain't cholera.

What else could afflict so many?

I don't know.

Then what...?

What the hell is he doing here?

Ressler, you have an insight
into what is happening here.

Now is your moment to tell me.
Why do you follow us?

I have others.

Dead in such a way? How many?

Four in two days. Four!
And you have kept this silent?

A panic in the City!
We close for business, New York
makes a million in our place.

And now the dead of
Whitechapel flush you out.

We have a contamination.
But of what? From where?

Ah, this hell! Hell rises up!

They rave.

Reid, one of mine. A waiter.

The word was, he fled from
the eating house he served,

stripped in the street and gave
himself to God's protection.

You have heard of ergotism?

I'm with you. Ergotism?

It is a fungal infection
on the rye grain.

It's milled into the food chain.

Sustained exposure can lead
to ravings and visions.

Sssh, I need you
to tell me how you feel.

I burn, sir! My feet
and my fingers are aflame!

Burning sensation
in the extremities.

Medievals knew it as
St Anthony's Fire.

Reid, ergotism. The man on my slab,

it doesn't account for
the manner of his passing,

the gastric collapse
that preceded it.

And yours the same?

Puked and shat themself to death?

Yes.

Well, we have a start, Captain.

There is a test for ergotism, is
there not? Ehlrich's reagent.

Ressler, you will bring
your dead to my laboratory.
Reid, I cannot simply...

You can, you will!

Captain Jackson will make comparison.
We'll work on finding a bacteria

that unites these deaths. Tell us
what we fight against. Very well.

Sergeant Drake, you and I
have interviews to conduct.

We should learn from these, how they
may have ingested this infection.

Reid, I need you to bring me one.

A body near death. I need
to study how it take 'em.

Go with him.

What is this that
strikes here, Edmund?

I hope to find out. Go home, Emily.

I have appointments in town
with possible sponsors...
And I would have you safe

and crossed off the roll
of those I fear for.

Please, Emily, go home!
You forget how my every day is,

how I have feared for you,

and how those fears
have been proved accurate?

I would do more with my life
than sit by the fire

in grief and anxiety.

You dedicate your life to your
service and at some sacrifice.

All I ask is that you
allow me the same.

Boil your water, Emily. Eat nothing
that has not been sealed.

With me, Sergeant.

Food?

Jedzenie? Pic?

Nothing? How long?

Three, three days?

I am sorry.

RETCHING

This contamination. We have
Winston. Ressler has his dead.

All this, it is the same
affliction, but none yet die.

And what should
we learn from this, sir?

I know not. Not yet.

Sergeant Drake, have a Maria
brought to the porter's exit.

Sir?

I think we have
the Captain's case study.

What's your name? George.

George. George, I have
a mind to take you from here.

To where? To peace.
Four walls, a bed.

The devils that chase you
will not find you there.

It tests positive for ergotism.

But that cannot be all.

My husband.

Dead some ten years now.

I had not been told
you were also bereaved.

Yes.

A daughter.

I see.

Hmm, you lose a girl,

and come to me seeking
the funds to house a hundred.

He seems strong. He will fight.

In which case, he is ideal.

Any change in this man's temper,
you call Captain Jackson.

Inspector Reid!

I...

..bring out my dead.

In our shelter, women would
find care and compassion.

And we would make
them safe, Mrs Gable.

And improve them also?

If they seek to improve
themselves, we will help them.

Through prayer and their
promise of chastity?

Through whatever means
they choose for themselves.

No mention of their sin?
On God's place in their redemption?

Ma'am, I fear such emphasis
will only turn them away in the fear

that judgement and
punishment await them.

Mrs Reid...

My husband was held as a good man.

A good husband to myself.

And how, our family
made a point of saying,

how unlucky we were not
to be blessed with children.

The imputation being how unlucky
he was to find himself burdened

with so barren a wife.

Mrs Gable, I'm...I am deeply
sorry for your trouble, but...

Do you not wonder at
the reason for this curse, hmm?

At my husband and his prowling
through your Whitechapel laneways.

At the dripping pinchcocks
with whom he lay

and whose foulness he came
home to put inside his wife.

That man, this, this Ripper.

I celebrated his judgement
and his punishment.

Please, Ma'am, I am not well.

And I have no pity for you.

I considered your proposal
perhaps worthy of endowment.

That indeed an institution where
these women may come to see

the sin and error of their
ways might prove a corrective

to their number on the streets. But
instead you come here to insult me

with your talk of compassion.
For whores, Mrs Reid. For whores!

I must...

Are you all right, missus?
Are you all right?

We have ergot.
That can't be all.

You think a cocktail?

Then this is not contamination
by misadventure. It is poison.

Deliberately constructed.
It does not act immediately.

There are those afflicted
who have not eaten for days.
It acts by accumulation.

Seduction. The body absorbs it
in increments, becomes weakened.

Can't fight and then death follows.

Your men continue their survey
of all afflicted? They do.

First results are inconclusive.
There's a lot of gin.

And more than half are
on the skillet. Skillet?

Water and flour, in a stir.

And what is made with it?
It is drunk, Mr Ressler,

by those who cannot find nutrition
elsewhere. Violence and persecution

have driven them a thousand
miles from their home.

They choose these streets for safety
and shelter, find murder and mayhem
in their stead.

And now they cannot eat,
for fear that may kill them also.

Get these dead open. Find out
what relationship the contents of
their insides bear with each other.

There are many still live.

If you decipher this poison,
they may remain so.

CHILD LAUGHS IN THE DISTANCE

LAUGHTER CONTINUES

LOUDER LAUGHTER

Bennet! Bennet, will you,
will you do me a service?

Name it, sir. Mrs Reid. I
may not leave here at this time

but I would know she was...well.

It will be my pleasure, sir.

Drake. Take a turn past
Tenter Street, as well, will you?

God!

GROANING

God help me!

So you boil all water. You eat
nothing that cannot be heated first.

And nothing preserved or canned

that has not been made
so in the last six months.

Thank you.

And should you see Miss Rose...
I'll keep her safe, Sergeant.

Don't worry.

Mrs Reid?

Mrs Reid?

Mrs Reid?

Mrs Reid, it's only me.
It's Sergeant Drake.

Mrs Reid?

Mrs Reid?

You'll be all right.

His temperature soars.
His pulse too.

Sir. Your name?

The name's Jackson.

And I am George.

It's good to know you, George.

No, sir. It is not.
For I am a bad man.

George, there are none
of us that are good.

Now, listen to me. I need you
to tell me what you feel.

My guts, sir. They churn
like they're full of nails.

What else? Do you burn?

Do you see things?

Yes, sir. Demons, that rise in me.

I would speak of my sins.

All men sin.

But none so bad as I.

Reid, is that preacher
still lurking by your door?

They talk of the Ripper
as if he was the first

to bring violence to a woman.

But I know that feeling, sir.

How they bend to a fist
driven hard into their kidneys.

The fear in their eyes to see
a knife at their throat.

My God, am I forsaken?

I'd wager so, brother. I'd wager so.

Name's George, Preacher.

George, my son.

Joy shall be in heaven over
one sinner who have repenteth,

more than nine and ninety just
persons who need no repentance.

GEORGE SPLUTTERS

Was anything learnt here?

I don't know. Get him to the lab.

His eyes, they were conjunctival.
And what of it?

The other substance you look
for could be some kind of heavy
metal compound. Arsenic?

Perhaps. But how, how is it packaged
and delivered to these men?

There's alum husks here.
Lodged. Resisting digestion.

Alum? From unprocessed flour?

Skillet, most likely.
A pie, perhaps.

And in these first men?

Bread. Much processed.

Processed? Ground to the extreme.

All nutritional value
removed from it. White bread.

But still flour. Yes.

So this cocktail that our poisoner
constructs is made, ground,

powdered and then milled into flour.

My God.

Skillet, pies, pastries, cakes.

It is in everything.

Run your tests, Captain,
find what it is we face.

Fetch the Inspector.
Tell him Mrs Reid is sick.

Get the inspector's bed out.

Help me with her head.
That's it, that's it.

How bad is it, Bennet?
She'll be fine.

She's a strong woman, sir.
Please, bring towels and water.

Emily, we have you safe.

We have you safe.

And we apply ourselves to what
will take this sickness from you.

The Marsh Test, gentlemen.

That shelf, if you please, Sergeant.

The brown bottle,
sodium hypochlorite.

And pour me a glass, will you?

If this residue dissolves,
it is arsenic.

And if it does not?
Then there is but one other.

Reid, should you not be with her?
I am no use to her there.

Well?

It is antimony. A fatal toxin.

In amalgam with ergot.

Such a death.

This man, he is an evil one.

Then we must find him,
sir, and stop him.

Easy to say, Sergeant.

He may do his work at bakery,
at mill, at wholesale.

He may be in Dundee
for all we know. No.

He will be hid in these
streets somewhere.

Watching.

I know this type of man.

He wants his work seen.

MEN SHOUT OVER MACHINERY NOISE

Our pimp here gives
up his life yesterday

and we must assume
others also. Yet these...

..dead some 36 hours or more.

A breather between them and this.

Two waves of attack.
The first, small. Five men.

The second wider, we know not
how many, indecipherable.

Yet these, these first we may study.

They must show us the way
to our poisoner. Mr Ressler,

you must have thought
on the details of these men,
commonalities that might bind them?

I have, of course. But nothing.
No. We do not allow nothing!

There must be a connection!
Reid, iodine in the cabinet.

What are they doing now?
If you don't know and I don't,

sir, it's often best not to ask.
First to last, if you please.

First to die, Mr Ressler.

Yes, erm, of course, um...

First. Name?

Er, Dursley.

If I may?

Hackett.

Blackstone.

Grubb.

And Winston.

Correlation? They made their
living within Corporation Land.

We are there already, Mr Ressler.
Beyond that, nothing.

Dursley, a surgeon,
practice on King William's Street.

Hackett, a clerk
at Barings, third level.

Blackstone, a busboy
at Sweetings restaurant.

Grubb, an under-manager
at Lloyds of London.

This man, your man, name
of Winston, a broker at Goldman's.

He lived within the square mile.

He, Marylebone,
travelled by carriage.

Hackney, by omnibus. Stepney, also
omnibus, different route, however.

Blackstone, your very own
Whitechapel,

took to his feet each day.

No sign or record they knew one
another from a hole in Bishopsgate.

Then we must look harder. Drake,
do you have your map? Yes, sir.

Dursley, Grubb. Omnibus routes?

Dursley, Bethnal Green Road.
Grubb, Whitechapel Road.

Places of work?
Here and here.

Mr Dursley could have
disembarked here, sir,

cut down Commercial
Street to his work.

All roads lead to Whitechapel.
Indeed and our waiter, Blackstone,

on foot to Sweetings also.
That doesn't wash, Reid.

These two, Winston and Hackett.

He in the square mile itself,
he west of there.

What would bring them here?
What has always brought men here?

Captain, a hand lens.

In his rooms I found a sugar
mixture, a knife, some muslin.

I thought it for his woman, but if
you remember, she was a blonde.

And naturally so. The remaining
hair on the muslin was dark.

He strips himself?
On his chest, yes.

His legs are also stripped so.

You're asking yourself, does
this man like to play a lady?

This man, Hackett, I found
something...irregular in his gut.

What? Semen.

And you thought not to say!

Well, it had no relevance.

Look, whatever raises another
man's flag is no business of mine.

Mr Ressler, whether these two
played backgammon together or no,

it is a current upon
which they both float.

Ready a carriage for
Winston's apartments.

We shall pick it clean for anything
which speaks of these desires.

And we may have our link.

You know what this is.
Can it be stopped?

In a body that's recently
ingested its first dose,

an enema or lavage might
remove it, but beyond that,

Reid, you've seen this for yourself.
It does not kill in one strike.

A strong body might fight it off.

For those of who it has
already taken its grip,

science, medicine,
they only take you so far.

And then they drop you like a stone.

Captain, I only ask you this.
Will you keep watch over Mrs Reid?

Consider it done.

Reid, your wife.

You have what men have always had.

What is that, Captain?

Hope.

Mr Reid, sir?

Word comes from the dispensary.
And the London as well.

They start to die.

God of all creation, send forth
your power to heal these afflicted.

You cleansed the lepers,
gave sight to the blind

and by simple command empowered
the crippled to rise up and walk.

I know this bawdy house.

Mr Reid.

FALSETTO VOICE SINGS

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

Police! Everybody, stay calm.

Sit, sit, sit, sit!

Everybody stay where
they are and stay calm.

This is no raid.
This is no raid! Sit down!

Get your hands off!

Then calm your men!

Calm yours, madam!

You have my word. All this quarter
know I prosecute no bawdy house.

Even one such as mine?
Even that.

Madam, there are two men I would
seek your help in placing.

Mr Ressler, your likenesses.

Prepare yourself. They might have
looked differently when they lived.

They visited here, yes.

Regular? Lunchtime each day.

And you fed them, madam?

No, sir. This is no chop house.

The Molly House.

The Molly House.

Here. Mr Winston's work at
Barings, Mr Hackett's - Goldman's.

So they find their lunch
on their way back to their desks?

So we presume. I must take an
interest in this section here,

where the routes are joined. Ressler,
the omnibus stations you spoke of?

Dursley here. Grubb here.

And Blackstone, our waiter,
his home and route?

Here to here.

This web of streets,
a convergence where they meet.

We walk these routes,
then? We do.

We must find the place at which
their lives intersected

and hope to learn from it why
they are joined in death also.

Inspector! Look.

'A milling for new
customers, Mrs Gable.

'A special batch.

The bakers of London will all soon
be shouting our name, ma'am.

Hmm.

These can go, Harris.
This way, ma'am.

'As you see, all is
ever as it should be.

Yes, I can see as it ever should be.

It is you that insists on
these inspections, not myself.

It is your mill, Ma'am.

It is ever important to us that you
see what work we perform for you.

Of course. Lead on, Mr Claxton.

Lead on.

Good day, gentlemen.

Same time next week, Mr Claxton?

Of course, Mrs Gable.

You'll be ready, I'm sure.

Ready as ever, Ma'am.
Sergeant, no man leaves.

Inspectors Reid and Ressler, police.
Your names and business here.

Flora Gable. I am proprietor.

Claxton. General manager.

Well, Mrs Gable, Mr Claxton,
a batch of flour you sold went bad.

Bad? Men died.

This sickness? Yes, ma'am.

Mr Claxton, help these men.

Yes, of course.
Please, come with me.

The batches are all logged and
recorded. You have the number? I do.

The number, sir?
Mr Ressler will give it to you.

Thank you, sir.

This your office, Mr Claxton?
It is, sir. Yes, sir.

You install these cabinets yourself?
If memory serves, sir.

Reid, every man likes a good
cabinet, but is this quite the time?

Did you notice the dimensions
of this room from without,
when we entered?

It is a rectangle, Mr Ressler.

Now we are inside,
how does it look?

Like a cube, Reid. It does so.

Mr Ressler.

MRS GABLE GASPS
Reid!

I have worked hard,
Mr Reid. And now, look,

it is synthesised as a liquid.
Much faster in its actions.

An increased agony in death, also.

Mrs Gable? Yes.

Those papers on the desk. Yes.

Take them, please.

The steel bin at your feet.
Drop them in there.

Those matches on the desk.

Strike them.

And burn the papers.

The delivery details.

If you please, we shall leave now.

MRS GABLE SCREAMS

Please, don't!

Drake! Sergeant Drake!
Mr Reid, sir!

Stand your man down, Reid!
Drake, he has the poison! Stay back!

Drake, you recall a conversation
we had some while ago on John
Stuart Mill and his philosophy?

I do, sir. His principle of
happiness. And do you recall what,

when faced with a choice, he held
the proper course of action to be?

Whatever would lead to
the greater well-being, sir.

Tell me where it is!
Tell me where the rest of it is!

I will tell you nothing,
nothing. Only this.

There is more,
more even than before,

making its glorious way into
this world this very moment.

Reid! Your evil
has poisoned my wife!

We'll get nothing if you kill him.

Not if I kill him immediately, no.

Get him strapped
to a cot in our dead room.

You are going to save
lives, Claxton! No!

Edmund...

Edmund, I see her...

..our darling.

I see her aflame and in water.

You listen to me.
You listen to me. You stay alive.

Stay alive. You live.

HE GASPS

Curious as to your
interest, Mr Claxton.

That man. The Ripper.

His brutality.

How many? Seven? At most?

And his name, all set to haunt
this city for a thousand years.

I have already tripled his score.

Think how long they'll talk of me.

They will talk of you
to the same extent

they have the length
of your life so far.

Precious little, I should think,

which may go some way to explain
your need to make it otherwise.

Now, it is already abroad

that this was an accident, terrible,

but a contamination,
not a poisoning.

Your employer, Mrs Gable, stands
by to confirm this to all who ask.

You, Mr Claxton, will be quite,
quite forgotten, I promise you.

But not by those whose loved
ones are in our hospitals.

Not by you, eh, Mr Reid?

Not by you.

Nor by your wife.

Steady, sir, steady.

Captain Jackson.

My surgeon. He is American.

Now, which is the more urgent?
The pain of your arm or the ergot

and antimony that sprint,
even now, through your innards?

There's still time
for you, I'd imagine.

Then, please, wash it from me.

Really?

Would you rather not have
me examine this break?

No, no!
HE SCREAMS

A pity for you that we have had
a run on our stores of anaesthetic.

If you tell us where your
last consignment is sent for,

we might find that after all,
we have some spare.

Captain Jackson, how long before
this toxin makes its way

from gut to bloodstream?
I shall never tell you.

My death shall join the great
number I have put in this world.

Again.

HE SCREAMS

Until he tells you.

CLAXTON SOBS

Dearest Father of all mankind...

DISTANT SCREAMING

He has given it to you?

Yes, sir. Everything.

We have the delivery details,
the batch number.

Thank you, Bennet.

Emily.

My own sweet Emily.

If you will only come back to me,
I will, I will tell you.

I will tell you why I am the way
I am and why I cannot mourn her...

..like you do.

Please.

I will do anything.

SHE MOANS SOFTLY

Emily! Emily! Emily!

Edmund, she was waving to me.

My darling was calling me on.

Mrs Reid.

You may have heard that
the mill is to be sold.

I did.

Your first endowment.

More will follow on the first
day of each and every month.

Without judgement,

without punishment and
without God if need be?

As you would have it, Mrs Reid.

Thank you. I must go.

You are fixed on this plan,
then, despite all that has passed?

I am.

I am and with greater conviction.

Edmund, it was your will
kept me alive those hours.

It is a powerful force.

Please do not set it against me.

Reid, I cannot help but think
the man's further excesses,

his need to move beyond
that initial batch...

Dozens have perished,
your wife almost among them...

Had I not bowed to pressure
to keep those bodies secret,

the public knowledge
of those deaths

might have been enough
to sate his madness.

Word of advice, Ressler.
This work we perform,

it does not serve to look backward.

This city, wickedness will
ever leave its spores here.

You and I, we are not magicians,
we cannot see through walls

or into men's minds.

Dozens perished, but hundreds
who were ill are now well once more.

We fight.

We fight with all
the skills we may muster.

Beyond that, we may do no more.

Can you remember what it was
brought you here?

His blood was shed all upon you.

What did you see?

'Tis my darkness.