Ripper Street (2012–…): Season 5, Episode 3 - Episode #5.3 - full transcript
JACKSON: Those are bite marks.
Flesh torn out with teeth.
(SCREAMS)
This was Bennet Drake's seat?
It was.
As I understand it, the doctors
have passed you fit, Inspector.
There is a savaged man found.
Gustus, I have not...
You have been good, have you not?
I have.
REID: Two small boys
alone and orphaned.
The woman's name, Guluba,
was the word he used for Dove.
What does Mr Dove's brother do?
Reid believed him
to have been the killer.
DOVE: I could never hurt you, Nathaniel.
You will live quiet, easy...
...until all that may harm us
will be put to rest.
Thank you, Gustus.
(RUSTLING)
(CART RUMBLES)
Whoa, boy. Whoa. Steady.
(DRIVER COUGHS)
Morning, Mr Sumner.
(COUGHS)
Are you feeling any better?
Fat ones today.
(SIGHS)
Aye.
(COUGHS)
Mr Sumner,
um...
I got some jam.
It's blackcurrant.
I've got plenty-
It's time for market.
Morning to ye.
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah,
I '
Hup.
Come on.
Good boy.
Good boy, good boy. Go on. Go on.
(ALARM CLOCK RINGS)
(FOX SCREECH ES)
(DAWN CHORUS)
(SUMNER COUGHS)
Tinned peaches.
Some lemonade.
Edmund Reid.
Gustus, have you...?
Not yet.
He is hunted.
Potted meat.
Apples.
Cheese.
He has borne your sins
for the world, Nathaniel.
How it has to be, brother.
Mr Sumner, he's...
...he's not called for his eels.
Perhaps he has no want for 'em today.
He told me his cottage
was just downriver.
I thought, erm...
I thought to take his eels to him.
He has been poorly, you see.
Did you, now?
Gustus...
...since I've been here, I've not
seen a single soul but Mr Sumner.
This life here, it is only until
Edmund Reid is reckoned for.
But until then, it is the best life
I can make for you.
You have done me a kindness,
Gustus, I know it,
but he will be reckoned for when?
Reid is hunted and will be found.
But while he puts his snout to
the very cobbles of Whitechapel
for scent of you and sniffs at
who knows what trail beyond,
it is best you keep to yourself,
is it not?
I shall bring books for you.
You might visit with...with the pup.
The Pup?
Yeah, your boy Connor.
Makes him my nephew, does it not?
Come to the house tonight.
Dinner.
Hm.
I'll collect you.
Mr Sumner shall come for his eels
tomorrow, I have no doubt.
No need trouble him before.
It's good food, Gustus.
Very good.
- Here.
- No!
Leave him be, Nathaniel.
The pup needs help, is all.
Look.
It's like this...
YOU see?
The hunger...
Gustus.
There are days I feel it...
...abate...
...and then it is there...
...blade catching glint...
...black in my blood again.
Do you think...
Do you think some day
it will have gone?
Yes, brother.
I want to be better...
...Gustus.
There are doctors of the mind,
Nathaniel.
After Reid is done with,
we will see the finest.
Thank you, Gustus.
Every day we spend imprisoned here...
...the streets beyond these walls
turn fiercer against us...
...every resident of this borough
made into Shine's henchman.
Oh, this ain't a jail, Reid.
In jail, you get more sunlight.
My playhouse is not
your wastebasket, Mr Reid,
and if jail seems preferable, Captain,
do please feel most free
to relocate yourself.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
(LATCH CLICKS)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(GUN COCKS)
Howdy, Thatcher.
You have something?
Tell me you have something.
I searched reports of murders,
of woundings.
There's naught so much as
resembles the animal method.
He...he has not killed again.
Well, maybe, erm... Well, maybe
Dove finally put him in the ground,
you know, to...to protect himself.
No. No, the bond between them.
He would not. I know it.
She's right.
You could have warned us
about the bounty, Thatcher.
Shine don't confide in me
his stratagems, Captain.
The first I heard of it...was this.
This is a hell of an informant
we have, huh?
MY apologies.
Sergeant Thatcher, your efforts are
invaluable and we are grateful for them.
Oh, eternally so.
Best make my way.
(DOG BARKS)
Do you imagine
making the boy feel an ass
will inspire loyalty and diligence?
Perhaps you should leave
managing policemen to me.
If we have need
of an informant in a brothel,
I have no doubt your expertise
will prove invaluable.
You may not think me ally, but we are
nonetheless, for now, cellmates.
Miss Hart, do you
not understand why...?
Oh, I understand more than you can know,
Mr Reid,
and I have given you my word I will
make it right with your daughter.
I will make it right.
Mr Sumner?
Sorry, erm...
...is he here?
My father, he had been poorly
for some time.
Oh.
I brought eels.
Yes, you did. Wanting pay, then?
No. Money? No, no.
Erm, it's just...
Take the eels.
(GASPING)
Caleb. Robin.
Mr...
Nathaniel.
...Nathaniel fished our eels.
Wishes to pay respects.
Dig, boy-
(GROANS)
I can help with that.
Thank you, Nathaniel.
May we offer you supper?
No.
I must be getting back.
It's no banquet
but there is stew and potato,
a full belly for your hard work.
Thank you.
You're the man of the house now,
Caleb,
and of the business.
I'll need help, Pru.
Of course.
A family pulls together,
does it not, Robin?
You'll help your uncle, won't you?
- CALEB: Pour the gin, boy.
- Yes, Uncle.
Good lad.
Father used to go upriver
for his eels.
Then you appeared overnight,
like a toadstool.
Oh, I, erm...
(CLEARS HIS THROAT)
...I used to live by another river.
How did you come upon the cottage?
It was abandoned, I thought.
Erm...
...my brother.
PRUDENCE: A brother?
Does he fish also?
No, he is, erm...
(CLEARS HIS THROAT)
He's far away.
Took a ship west.
Our father, see, he, erm...
He...he died.
Then let us say a prayer
for both our fathers.
May they rest at peace.
Now eat up, all of you.
(BOTTLE UNCORKED)
(DRINK POURS)
(CART RUMBLES)
Miss Sumner.
Excuse my lateness, Nathaniel.
My brother Caleb is
not well this morning.
- (COINS CLINK)
- Mama, did you ask him?
Robin, please.
Nathaniel, without Caleb, I..
Robin and I shall struggle to
manage the stall by ourselves.
If there was any way you could...
I mean to say, there'd be
coin in it, of course.
Selling fish?
Yes, sir.
In Whitechapel?
I should not.
- Whitechapel, it's...
- No matter.
We shall manage, shan't we, Robin?
Good day, Nathaniel.
Miss Sumner!
You're a quiet one, aren't you?
What should I say?
Most folk talk too much.
The, erm...
...the boy's father?
The typhus.
Robin was barely born.
I had practice enough at mothering,
though.
Mine died bearing Caleb.
Caleb was my babe
before Robin came along.
Caleb wailed when Robin was born.
Think he thought he'd lose me too.
Every boy needs their mother.
(METAL BANGS)
(VENDORS SHOUT)
Nathaniel, can you help
with the brazier?
(VENDORS SHOUT)
Fresh fish! Fresh fish!
Best in Whitechapel!
Fresh fish! Fresh fish!
Eels and pike and carp and perch!
Fresh fish!
Morning, Inspector. The usual?
This stall 'ere, no eels better.
Two portion of eels,
if you please, lad.
Coming up, Mr Thatcher.
Fresh fish!
Fresh fish!
THATCHER: Much obliged, lad.
- All well today, Mr Thatcher?
- Yeah, Robin. All well.
It's just, erm...
police business, is all.
See you tomorrow, Mr Thatcher.
Will you wrap this tail for me,
please, Nathaniel?
Fresh fish! Fresh fish!
Eels and pike and carp and perch,
best in Whitechapel!
Fresh fish!
Thank you for your help, Nathaniel.
If you have need
of a little extra coin,
we have need
for an extra pair of hands.
- Happy to help.
- Then we're both happy.
Walk on.
(VENDORS SHOUT)
- Let Nathaniel do that.
- I always chop for the stew.
I need you out front till Robin's back
from the knife-sharpener.
Nathaniel's a quicker blade.
Carp and eels! Pike and perch!
Who wants a good fish supper?
Four pence.
(COINS CLINK)
Always overcharge the bloody Hebrews.
Carp and eels!
Carp and eels!
(CLOCK TICKS)
For flavour.
No! Stop! He's snatched the money!
(GASPS)
-(GROANS)
- This man?
Money.
Money!
- (BONES CRUNCH)
- (SCREAMS)
What's afoot 'ere?
Oi! Back here with you!
- (WHISTLE BLOWS)
- Go on, get after him!
Nathaniel?
You left this.
Thank you, Robin.
Here.
Why did you go?
I was, erm...
I was afraid, boy.
But you're strong.
- That's silly.
- (SCOFFS)
Is this where you fish the eels?
Mm-hm.
Will you show me?
Now, right...
(GRUNTS)
...hands, please.
There you are. There.
There you are.
Now, you put the bait in there.
There you are.
Oh! (CHUCKLES)
He's a slippery fella, ain't he?
(CHUCKLES)
Right.
Robin? Robin.
Get yourself home.
Excuse the boy, Nathaniel.
No, there's naught to excuse.
Oh, look.
Take that one home.
Cook it for your supper.
It's...
It's the cooking.
Huh. He can catch 'em by the dozen,
but he can't skin and gut 'em for toffee.
Well, it's time you learned, sir.
Here. You have a go.
No, like this.
That's it.
When Robin was just born, I was, erm...
heating his milk on the stove and...
...I was very tired, you see.
I'm sorry for running, Miss Sumner.
From the market.
It's none of my business.
You'd already done plenty.
Well, perhaps you'll see fit
to call me Prudence.
Pru, if it's preferred.
I like Prudence.
(WIND WHISTLES)
Was it your father
who taught you to fish?
No.
The man who raised us...
...my brother and me, he, erm...
...he was not my father.
Was he kind?
For a time.
My papa was, before.
He was a farmer, see.
We...we had a farm.
Where was that?
Another country.
Far away.
We had tulips.
Poppies.
Yellow stonecrop.
Meadow of...
...pink cornflower...
...and bush crickets sang
in the mint fields
and leaf beetles was like...
...like jewels on the corn blades.
I was happy-
I think, erm...
...I always would have been happy.
Why did you leave?
Men came with fire...
...burned the farm...
...burned our home...
...and the village.
Why?
Well, they came to kill
all our people,
COS We was...
We was different to 'em, you see?
Papa's blood was still on the tulips
and...and the men, they was...
...they was laughing.
(WIND WHISTLES)
Mama ran with us to the cart...
...put us under burlap.
It was dark.
Just screams and hooves.
Who did this?
My brother is...
- He is protective.
- Caleb?
He cares for his family but...
...when he drinks, his...his temper...
Caleb blames himself for Mother.
When I fell pregnant,
he held my arm to the stove and...
It was only because
he was scared he'd lose me too.
He's a good boy.
Nathaniel, he's a...he's a good boy.
He loves me, and...
...I love him.
Right, I...I'd best get back.
(WIND WHISTLES)
Thank you for...
...your company, Prudence.
We're...
You are...
...very kind.
You do not need to be so alone,
Nathaniel.
(WIND WHISTLES)
Would you care for a biscuit
with your tea, Mr Dove?
No, thank you, and I apologise
once more for the hour,
but I felt this was a matter
best not delayed.
Miss Reid.
When you chose to give me
that letter from your father,
you performed a noble act
for the policing of this borough.
Please excuse my question, but...
...do you regret that noble act?
Regret it?
Well, fugitive he may be,
but Mr Reid remains your father.
He does, but...
...I did what I felt was right,
even though what is right
is not always what is easy.
I would just like to know the truth,
Mr Dove, once and for all.
Thank you, Miss Reid.
You will perhaps understand
the necessity of my questioning
and my satisfaction at your answer
when I explain
the purpose of my visit.
Mr Drummond,
I wish to offer you a promotion.
Ohh...
Oh, Mr Dove, I...I don't know what...
I mean...to say thank you.
No gratitude required.
It would be dereliction of my duty
to permit abilities such as yours
to go undernourished and unrewarded,
Inspector Drummond.
Miss Reid, a toast.
Yes, of course.
I see great things ahead for you,
Samuel Drummond.
Mr Shine may be the present of
Leman Street, but you are its future.
I expect the Yard itself
shall be calling before long.
In fact, I shall see to it.
Of course,
there will be a raise in wage
commensurate with your new standing,
which I expect may come useful
for young sweethearts perhaps
considering their own home and, well...
...to your future.
Demotion?
Sir? Mr Shine?
Oh, it is, Thatcher.
- It very much so is.
- The bloody desk, sir?
Watch your tongue, Desk Sergeant.
The good Commissioner Dove
has high hopes for Drummond,
and the good Inspector Shine
has low, very low hopes, for you.
(GRUNTS)
So, get out of
that peacocking ponce frock
and into that there tunic.
Get to it, Desk Sergeant!
Thank you, Gustus.
I would not have you
without entertainments...
...though perhaps you have not been so
without entertainments as I supposed.
Miss Sumner.
Miss Sumner?
Yes. The fish-seller's daughter.
Mr Sumner is dead, Gustus.
No, I...I never.
He was...he was poorly, is all,
and she...she was kind.
Kind, is she?
How often has Miss Sumner
afforded you her kindness?
And what have you
afforded her in return?
Naught, Gustus. I...I swear it.
I only helped her with
the, erm...with the fishes, is all.
You...
you went to market?
No, erm...I meant...
Do not lie to me!
Forgive me, Gustus.
This life, however...
...it is a kind of prison.
You talk to me of prison.
But I swear you will
never know a true prison,
because if you are found
and caught for what you've done,
your feet shall scarcely
scrape a cell-room floor
before they dangle through
the noose-man's trap.
And what do you think
would become of me?
Would you cheerily see me
on a rope beside you,
when all I sought was
to keep my brother safe?
I only wanted...
You want a girl? I can get you a girl!
- No, it's not like...
- But you talk to me!
Not some scale-fingered barrow-wailer.
No, not that. Prudence is not...
I asked. Is even that too much
for you to afford me,
while I endeavour
to clean up the blood
with which you spattered Whitechapel?
(SIGHS)
To keep you safe, is all.
Don't you see that, brother?
I see it, Gustus.
I see it.
(TICKING)
Mama!
Come here.
Nathaniel. I did not expect
to see you again.
What? I've been waiting for you.
Do you mean to harm us?
No.
Why would...why would you...
A policeman came here,
Nathaniel, looking for you.
The police?
He said not to go near your cottage
in case you came back.
Go inside, Robin.
What do you mean, came back?
He said you were a fugitive, a danger,
that you'd done things,
that you'd killed.
Prudence...
He said you'd fled.
That's why he came looking for you.
Get away from here!
The police inspector said
you'd pissed off from these parts.
You should have stayed away.
- Caleb...
- You leave us be, you hear me?
- Don't come back here!
- Nathaniel! Please!
Go.
Please.
No.
(CLOCK CHIMES)
(DOG BARKS)
(DOG BARKS)
- Would you like a cup of tea, sir?
- Thank you, Miss Chudleigh.
- (DOG BARKS)
- Where is the boy?
He's at play in the garden
with his animal, sir.
(DOG BARKS)
(DOG BARKS)
- (DOG YELPS)
- Connor!
Miss Chudleigh. Miss Chudleigh!
- Take Connor inside.
- Of course, Mr Dove.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Do you remember the cornfields
after summer rain, Gustus?
And when the sun returned,
everything shining.
All the glittering blades...
...and I would cry at harvest
to see 'em all cut down.
How did you get in here?
I came up a towpath.
Through the hedgerows.
I thought to visit you,
and I found the boy
alone in the garden...
...and see how you looked at us...
...the fear...
...as if I'd ever have it in me
to harm him.
He was helping me choose
some blooms, is all.
Blooms for Miss Sumner.
(DOG BARKS)
What you done, Gustus...
...that was unkind.
It was for your own good, Nathaniel.
And yours.
There is no difference.
You are my brother.
But you are not my keeper.
I will stay away from Whitechapel.
But you, Gustus, you must stay away
from Prudence Sumner.
She is...
She is my friend.
All I ever did...
...was for protection of you.
Thank you for the blooms, Gustus.
Prudence will like 'em.
I didn't think you'd come.
Nor I.
Your brother?
Yeah.
Why would he say
those things about you?
To keep me away from you.
My brother, he is also...
...protective,
and he wants...
...to protect me...
...to protect us both, but...
...he thinks me animal.
Is it true, then,
what he said?
I'm not an animal.
(HE SIGHS)
I don't see an animal, Nathaniel.
I see...
a hurt, lonely boy.
I did not come here to judge.
I do not want Caleb to hurt you no more.
I mean, what if we left this place?
Robin as well.
I can't leave Caleb, Nathaniel.
He was my baby boy and...
and Robin, he needs him,
and...
...Caleb is a good soul.
Sometimes we...
...we can just love someone too much.
(WIND WHISTLES)
Take off your shirt.
That's it.
Stand for me.
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
Beautiful boy.
(SHE SIGHS)
(GASPS)
(SHE MOANS)
(GASPS)
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(SHE MOANS)
(MOANS AND GRUNTS)
It's OK.
Shh. just lie...
Shh. just lie with me.
Yeah.
Come on. That's it.
- (GASPS)
- Yeah.
Shh...
(DOG BARKS)
JACKSON: We'll be gone soon.
I'm sure of it,
and I just wanted you to know that.
You are a funny trio,
you, Mr Reid and your...
...Miss Hart.
You ought to put us on the stage.
There's blood on their hands.
Black in their hearts.
But you...
I remember these hands...
...and the colours of your heart.
I ain't no saint neither, Mimi.
Have you thought what your life will be,
the day you stop running?
I've been running so long,
I can't remember what it's like to stop.
Do you know what makes me angry,
Captain Jackson?
It is that for all your
uncountable faults, deviancies,
downright failings as man
and...and human being...
...when you knocked on my door...
...whenever you knock on my door...
...I feel the best
and most precious part of me leap.
I feel it turn cartwheels in sunlight...
...and the abject, grotty truth
I must contend with
is that I'd rather see my theatre
in ruins with you here...
...than have it a glittering and ecstatic
stage with you far and gone.
I hate you,
Homer, Matthew,
whatever your cursed name is,
I hate you.
I hate you...
...cos when you're in my life,
my life seems electric...
...and then you go...
...and you'll go.
Of that, if nothing else on this Earth,
I am certain...
...and when you go...
...those sunlit cartwheels
will fall once more still and dim.
One day this theatre will
open its doors...
(SNIFFS)
...and I shall try to live at peace
with knowing you shan't
knock on them again.
This tastes very good, Prudence.
Will you show me more fishing,
Nathaniel?
I'm sure Nathaniel's busy, boy.
No, I...erm, of course,
of course, Robin.
I said he was busy.
You stay clear.
Will Nathaniel be helping
on the stall again?
I prefer not to go to Whitechapel.
Why?
I do not care for it.
Is it the Jews?
Do not say such things, Caleb.
Pru tells me you're from abroad.
You're not one of them, are you?
No.
I am not.
Cos I'll tell you
one thing about the Jews.
They won't buy your bloody eels.
(SNIGGERS)
I taught Nathaniel how to cook eel,
just like Father used to.
What else have you taught him?
The flowers are beautiful, Nathaniel.
You're very welcome.
Robin, fill your uncle's cup.
(BOTTLE UNCORKED)
To the top, boy.
Don't waste it!
Caleb.
Go to bed, little one.
Now leave that. There you go.
You've had plenty.
Why is he here?
Nathaniel is our friend
and our guest.
Welcome, friend.
Nathaniel...
(WHISPERS) Forgive him. Forgive him.
He's...he is a good boy.
He will sleep soon,
and I will come to you, OK?
(DOOR CLOSES)
(GASPS)
(CRIES)
- Take him to your tit...
- Please, no!
-...did you?
- No more!
Nathaniel! No!
Nathaniel! No! Nathaniel!
- No, please!
- It ain't right, Prudence!
What he does! It ain't right!
Shh, shh.
Shh.
I know. I know.
Please listen to me.
He is...he is my brother...
...and he's...
He's...Robin's father.
- Wha...
- Yeah.
- What?
- Yeah.
- No.
- OK. Please.
Please, you...you, of all men,
would not want to see a little...
little boy lose his father?
Please. Please...
(SHE SHRIEKS)
No! Nathaniel!
Please! Please!
No!
Prudence...
(SCREAMS)
I beg you. I beg you. Shut...shut...
- Stop it! Stop it! Stop...
- (BONE CRUNCHES)
No.
No,no,no,no.
Robin?
Robin...
(SOBS)
Prudence? Prudence, wake up.
(CRIES)
Mr Dove, in the garden.
Nathaniel.
Nathaniel. Brother.
Who did this?
Nathaniel. No.
No, Nathaniel!
Miss Chudleigh!
(GROANS)
(GASPS)
Wolves.
The body...
in the snow...
and two sons
fight the animals.
The youngest son clutching...
...her cold body.
Her name...
...Guluba.
We can bring Dove down.
- SHINE: Where this lad now?
- DRUMMOND: Where indeed, sir?
Whitechapel is
no quarter for the living.
We tried.
We tried.
No!
Flesh torn out with teeth.
(SCREAMS)
This was Bennet Drake's seat?
It was.
As I understand it, the doctors
have passed you fit, Inspector.
There is a savaged man found.
Gustus, I have not...
You have been good, have you not?
I have.
REID: Two small boys
alone and orphaned.
The woman's name, Guluba,
was the word he used for Dove.
What does Mr Dove's brother do?
Reid believed him
to have been the killer.
DOVE: I could never hurt you, Nathaniel.
You will live quiet, easy...
...until all that may harm us
will be put to rest.
Thank you, Gustus.
(RUSTLING)
(CART RUMBLES)
Whoa, boy. Whoa. Steady.
(DRIVER COUGHS)
Morning, Mr Sumner.
(COUGHS)
Are you feeling any better?
Fat ones today.
(SIGHS)
Aye.
(COUGHS)
Mr Sumner,
um...
I got some jam.
It's blackcurrant.
I've got plenty-
It's time for market.
Morning to ye.
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah,
I '
Hup.
Come on.
Good boy.
Good boy, good boy. Go on. Go on.
(ALARM CLOCK RINGS)
(FOX SCREECH ES)
(DAWN CHORUS)
(SUMNER COUGHS)
Tinned peaches.
Some lemonade.
Edmund Reid.
Gustus, have you...?
Not yet.
He is hunted.
Potted meat.
Apples.
Cheese.
He has borne your sins
for the world, Nathaniel.
How it has to be, brother.
Mr Sumner, he's...
...he's not called for his eels.
Perhaps he has no want for 'em today.
He told me his cottage
was just downriver.
I thought, erm...
I thought to take his eels to him.
He has been poorly, you see.
Did you, now?
Gustus...
...since I've been here, I've not
seen a single soul but Mr Sumner.
This life here, it is only until
Edmund Reid is reckoned for.
But until then, it is the best life
I can make for you.
You have done me a kindness,
Gustus, I know it,
but he will be reckoned for when?
Reid is hunted and will be found.
But while he puts his snout to
the very cobbles of Whitechapel
for scent of you and sniffs at
who knows what trail beyond,
it is best you keep to yourself,
is it not?
I shall bring books for you.
You might visit with...with the pup.
The Pup?
Yeah, your boy Connor.
Makes him my nephew, does it not?
Come to the house tonight.
Dinner.
Hm.
I'll collect you.
Mr Sumner shall come for his eels
tomorrow, I have no doubt.
No need trouble him before.
It's good food, Gustus.
Very good.
- Here.
- No!
Leave him be, Nathaniel.
The pup needs help, is all.
Look.
It's like this...
YOU see?
The hunger...
Gustus.
There are days I feel it...
...abate...
...and then it is there...
...blade catching glint...
...black in my blood again.
Do you think...
Do you think some day
it will have gone?
Yes, brother.
I want to be better...
...Gustus.
There are doctors of the mind,
Nathaniel.
After Reid is done with,
we will see the finest.
Thank you, Gustus.
Every day we spend imprisoned here...
...the streets beyond these walls
turn fiercer against us...
...every resident of this borough
made into Shine's henchman.
Oh, this ain't a jail, Reid.
In jail, you get more sunlight.
My playhouse is not
your wastebasket, Mr Reid,
and if jail seems preferable, Captain,
do please feel most free
to relocate yourself.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
(LATCH CLICKS)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(GUN COCKS)
Howdy, Thatcher.
You have something?
Tell me you have something.
I searched reports of murders,
of woundings.
There's naught so much as
resembles the animal method.
He...he has not killed again.
Well, maybe, erm... Well, maybe
Dove finally put him in the ground,
you know, to...to protect himself.
No. No, the bond between them.
He would not. I know it.
She's right.
You could have warned us
about the bounty, Thatcher.
Shine don't confide in me
his stratagems, Captain.
The first I heard of it...was this.
This is a hell of an informant
we have, huh?
MY apologies.
Sergeant Thatcher, your efforts are
invaluable and we are grateful for them.
Oh, eternally so.
Best make my way.
(DOG BARKS)
Do you imagine
making the boy feel an ass
will inspire loyalty and diligence?
Perhaps you should leave
managing policemen to me.
If we have need
of an informant in a brothel,
I have no doubt your expertise
will prove invaluable.
You may not think me ally, but we are
nonetheless, for now, cellmates.
Miss Hart, do you
not understand why...?
Oh, I understand more than you can know,
Mr Reid,
and I have given you my word I will
make it right with your daughter.
I will make it right.
Mr Sumner?
Sorry, erm...
...is he here?
My father, he had been poorly
for some time.
Oh.
I brought eels.
Yes, you did. Wanting pay, then?
No. Money? No, no.
Erm, it's just...
Take the eels.
(GASPING)
Caleb. Robin.
Mr...
Nathaniel.
...Nathaniel fished our eels.
Wishes to pay respects.
Dig, boy-
(GROANS)
I can help with that.
Thank you, Nathaniel.
May we offer you supper?
No.
I must be getting back.
It's no banquet
but there is stew and potato,
a full belly for your hard work.
Thank you.
You're the man of the house now,
Caleb,
and of the business.
I'll need help, Pru.
Of course.
A family pulls together,
does it not, Robin?
You'll help your uncle, won't you?
- CALEB: Pour the gin, boy.
- Yes, Uncle.
Good lad.
Father used to go upriver
for his eels.
Then you appeared overnight,
like a toadstool.
Oh, I, erm...
(CLEARS HIS THROAT)
...I used to live by another river.
How did you come upon the cottage?
It was abandoned, I thought.
Erm...
...my brother.
PRUDENCE: A brother?
Does he fish also?
No, he is, erm...
(CLEARS HIS THROAT)
He's far away.
Took a ship west.
Our father, see, he, erm...
He...he died.
Then let us say a prayer
for both our fathers.
May they rest at peace.
Now eat up, all of you.
(BOTTLE UNCORKED)
(DRINK POURS)
(CART RUMBLES)
Miss Sumner.
Excuse my lateness, Nathaniel.
My brother Caleb is
not well this morning.
- (COINS CLINK)
- Mama, did you ask him?
Robin, please.
Nathaniel, without Caleb, I..
Robin and I shall struggle to
manage the stall by ourselves.
If there was any way you could...
I mean to say, there'd be
coin in it, of course.
Selling fish?
Yes, sir.
In Whitechapel?
I should not.
- Whitechapel, it's...
- No matter.
We shall manage, shan't we, Robin?
Good day, Nathaniel.
Miss Sumner!
You're a quiet one, aren't you?
What should I say?
Most folk talk too much.
The, erm...
...the boy's father?
The typhus.
Robin was barely born.
I had practice enough at mothering,
though.
Mine died bearing Caleb.
Caleb was my babe
before Robin came along.
Caleb wailed when Robin was born.
Think he thought he'd lose me too.
Every boy needs their mother.
(METAL BANGS)
(VENDORS SHOUT)
Nathaniel, can you help
with the brazier?
(VENDORS SHOUT)
Fresh fish! Fresh fish!
Best in Whitechapel!
Fresh fish! Fresh fish!
Eels and pike and carp and perch!
Fresh fish!
Morning, Inspector. The usual?
This stall 'ere, no eels better.
Two portion of eels,
if you please, lad.
Coming up, Mr Thatcher.
Fresh fish!
Fresh fish!
THATCHER: Much obliged, lad.
- All well today, Mr Thatcher?
- Yeah, Robin. All well.
It's just, erm...
police business, is all.
See you tomorrow, Mr Thatcher.
Will you wrap this tail for me,
please, Nathaniel?
Fresh fish! Fresh fish!
Eels and pike and carp and perch,
best in Whitechapel!
Fresh fish!
Thank you for your help, Nathaniel.
If you have need
of a little extra coin,
we have need
for an extra pair of hands.
- Happy to help.
- Then we're both happy.
Walk on.
(VENDORS SHOUT)
- Let Nathaniel do that.
- I always chop for the stew.
I need you out front till Robin's back
from the knife-sharpener.
Nathaniel's a quicker blade.
Carp and eels! Pike and perch!
Who wants a good fish supper?
Four pence.
(COINS CLINK)
Always overcharge the bloody Hebrews.
Carp and eels!
Carp and eels!
(CLOCK TICKS)
For flavour.
No! Stop! He's snatched the money!
(GASPS)
-(GROANS)
- This man?
Money.
Money!
- (BONES CRUNCH)
- (SCREAMS)
What's afoot 'ere?
Oi! Back here with you!
- (WHISTLE BLOWS)
- Go on, get after him!
Nathaniel?
You left this.
Thank you, Robin.
Here.
Why did you go?
I was, erm...
I was afraid, boy.
But you're strong.
- That's silly.
- (SCOFFS)
Is this where you fish the eels?
Mm-hm.
Will you show me?
Now, right...
(GRUNTS)
...hands, please.
There you are. There.
There you are.
Now, you put the bait in there.
There you are.
Oh! (CHUCKLES)
He's a slippery fella, ain't he?
(CHUCKLES)
Right.
Robin? Robin.
Get yourself home.
Excuse the boy, Nathaniel.
No, there's naught to excuse.
Oh, look.
Take that one home.
Cook it for your supper.
It's...
It's the cooking.
Huh. He can catch 'em by the dozen,
but he can't skin and gut 'em for toffee.
Well, it's time you learned, sir.
Here. You have a go.
No, like this.
That's it.
When Robin was just born, I was, erm...
heating his milk on the stove and...
...I was very tired, you see.
I'm sorry for running, Miss Sumner.
From the market.
It's none of my business.
You'd already done plenty.
Well, perhaps you'll see fit
to call me Prudence.
Pru, if it's preferred.
I like Prudence.
(WIND WHISTLES)
Was it your father
who taught you to fish?
No.
The man who raised us...
...my brother and me, he, erm...
...he was not my father.
Was he kind?
For a time.
My papa was, before.
He was a farmer, see.
We...we had a farm.
Where was that?
Another country.
Far away.
We had tulips.
Poppies.
Yellow stonecrop.
Meadow of...
...pink cornflower...
...and bush crickets sang
in the mint fields
and leaf beetles was like...
...like jewels on the corn blades.
I was happy-
I think, erm...
...I always would have been happy.
Why did you leave?
Men came with fire...
...burned the farm...
...burned our home...
...and the village.
Why?
Well, they came to kill
all our people,
COS We was...
We was different to 'em, you see?
Papa's blood was still on the tulips
and...and the men, they was...
...they was laughing.
(WIND WHISTLES)
Mama ran with us to the cart...
...put us under burlap.
It was dark.
Just screams and hooves.
Who did this?
My brother is...
- He is protective.
- Caleb?
He cares for his family but...
...when he drinks, his...his temper...
Caleb blames himself for Mother.
When I fell pregnant,
he held my arm to the stove and...
It was only because
he was scared he'd lose me too.
He's a good boy.
Nathaniel, he's a...he's a good boy.
He loves me, and...
...I love him.
Right, I...I'd best get back.
(WIND WHISTLES)
Thank you for...
...your company, Prudence.
We're...
You are...
...very kind.
You do not need to be so alone,
Nathaniel.
(WIND WHISTLES)
Would you care for a biscuit
with your tea, Mr Dove?
No, thank you, and I apologise
once more for the hour,
but I felt this was a matter
best not delayed.
Miss Reid.
When you chose to give me
that letter from your father,
you performed a noble act
for the policing of this borough.
Please excuse my question, but...
...do you regret that noble act?
Regret it?
Well, fugitive he may be,
but Mr Reid remains your father.
He does, but...
...I did what I felt was right,
even though what is right
is not always what is easy.
I would just like to know the truth,
Mr Dove, once and for all.
Thank you, Miss Reid.
You will perhaps understand
the necessity of my questioning
and my satisfaction at your answer
when I explain
the purpose of my visit.
Mr Drummond,
I wish to offer you a promotion.
Ohh...
Oh, Mr Dove, I...I don't know what...
I mean...to say thank you.
No gratitude required.
It would be dereliction of my duty
to permit abilities such as yours
to go undernourished and unrewarded,
Inspector Drummond.
Miss Reid, a toast.
Yes, of course.
I see great things ahead for you,
Samuel Drummond.
Mr Shine may be the present of
Leman Street, but you are its future.
I expect the Yard itself
shall be calling before long.
In fact, I shall see to it.
Of course,
there will be a raise in wage
commensurate with your new standing,
which I expect may come useful
for young sweethearts perhaps
considering their own home and, well...
...to your future.
Demotion?
Sir? Mr Shine?
Oh, it is, Thatcher.
- It very much so is.
- The bloody desk, sir?
Watch your tongue, Desk Sergeant.
The good Commissioner Dove
has high hopes for Drummond,
and the good Inspector Shine
has low, very low hopes, for you.
(GRUNTS)
So, get out of
that peacocking ponce frock
and into that there tunic.
Get to it, Desk Sergeant!
Thank you, Gustus.
I would not have you
without entertainments...
...though perhaps you have not been so
without entertainments as I supposed.
Miss Sumner.
Miss Sumner?
Yes. The fish-seller's daughter.
Mr Sumner is dead, Gustus.
No, I...I never.
He was...he was poorly, is all,
and she...she was kind.
Kind, is she?
How often has Miss Sumner
afforded you her kindness?
And what have you
afforded her in return?
Naught, Gustus. I...I swear it.
I only helped her with
the, erm...with the fishes, is all.
You...
you went to market?
No, erm...I meant...
Do not lie to me!
Forgive me, Gustus.
This life, however...
...it is a kind of prison.
You talk to me of prison.
But I swear you will
never know a true prison,
because if you are found
and caught for what you've done,
your feet shall scarcely
scrape a cell-room floor
before they dangle through
the noose-man's trap.
And what do you think
would become of me?
Would you cheerily see me
on a rope beside you,
when all I sought was
to keep my brother safe?
I only wanted...
You want a girl? I can get you a girl!
- No, it's not like...
- But you talk to me!
Not some scale-fingered barrow-wailer.
No, not that. Prudence is not...
I asked. Is even that too much
for you to afford me,
while I endeavour
to clean up the blood
with which you spattered Whitechapel?
(SIGHS)
To keep you safe, is all.
Don't you see that, brother?
I see it, Gustus.
I see it.
(TICKING)
Mama!
Come here.
Nathaniel. I did not expect
to see you again.
What? I've been waiting for you.
Do you mean to harm us?
No.
Why would...why would you...
A policeman came here,
Nathaniel, looking for you.
The police?
He said not to go near your cottage
in case you came back.
Go inside, Robin.
What do you mean, came back?
He said you were a fugitive, a danger,
that you'd done things,
that you'd killed.
Prudence...
He said you'd fled.
That's why he came looking for you.
Get away from here!
The police inspector said
you'd pissed off from these parts.
You should have stayed away.
- Caleb...
- You leave us be, you hear me?
- Don't come back here!
- Nathaniel! Please!
Go.
Please.
No.
(CLOCK CHIMES)
(DOG BARKS)
(DOG BARKS)
- Would you like a cup of tea, sir?
- Thank you, Miss Chudleigh.
- (DOG BARKS)
- Where is the boy?
He's at play in the garden
with his animal, sir.
(DOG BARKS)
(DOG BARKS)
- (DOG YELPS)
- Connor!
Miss Chudleigh. Miss Chudleigh!
- Take Connor inside.
- Of course, Mr Dove.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Do you remember the cornfields
after summer rain, Gustus?
And when the sun returned,
everything shining.
All the glittering blades...
...and I would cry at harvest
to see 'em all cut down.
How did you get in here?
I came up a towpath.
Through the hedgerows.
I thought to visit you,
and I found the boy
alone in the garden...
...and see how you looked at us...
...the fear...
...as if I'd ever have it in me
to harm him.
He was helping me choose
some blooms, is all.
Blooms for Miss Sumner.
(DOG BARKS)
What you done, Gustus...
...that was unkind.
It was for your own good, Nathaniel.
And yours.
There is no difference.
You are my brother.
But you are not my keeper.
I will stay away from Whitechapel.
But you, Gustus, you must stay away
from Prudence Sumner.
She is...
She is my friend.
All I ever did...
...was for protection of you.
Thank you for the blooms, Gustus.
Prudence will like 'em.
I didn't think you'd come.
Nor I.
Your brother?
Yeah.
Why would he say
those things about you?
To keep me away from you.
My brother, he is also...
...protective,
and he wants...
...to protect me...
...to protect us both, but...
...he thinks me animal.
Is it true, then,
what he said?
I'm not an animal.
(HE SIGHS)
I don't see an animal, Nathaniel.
I see...
a hurt, lonely boy.
I did not come here to judge.
I do not want Caleb to hurt you no more.
I mean, what if we left this place?
Robin as well.
I can't leave Caleb, Nathaniel.
He was my baby boy and...
and Robin, he needs him,
and...
...Caleb is a good soul.
Sometimes we...
...we can just love someone too much.
(WIND WHISTLES)
Take off your shirt.
That's it.
Stand for me.
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
Beautiful boy.
(SHE SIGHS)
(GASPS)
(SHE MOANS)
(GASPS)
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(SHE MOANS)
(MOANS AND GRUNTS)
It's OK.
Shh. just lie...
Shh. just lie with me.
Yeah.
Come on. That's it.
- (GASPS)
- Yeah.
Shh...
(DOG BARKS)
JACKSON: We'll be gone soon.
I'm sure of it,
and I just wanted you to know that.
You are a funny trio,
you, Mr Reid and your...
...Miss Hart.
You ought to put us on the stage.
There's blood on their hands.
Black in their hearts.
But you...
I remember these hands...
...and the colours of your heart.
I ain't no saint neither, Mimi.
Have you thought what your life will be,
the day you stop running?
I've been running so long,
I can't remember what it's like to stop.
Do you know what makes me angry,
Captain Jackson?
It is that for all your
uncountable faults, deviancies,
downright failings as man
and...and human being...
...when you knocked on my door...
...whenever you knock on my door...
...I feel the best
and most precious part of me leap.
I feel it turn cartwheels in sunlight...
...and the abject, grotty truth
I must contend with
is that I'd rather see my theatre
in ruins with you here...
...than have it a glittering and ecstatic
stage with you far and gone.
I hate you,
Homer, Matthew,
whatever your cursed name is,
I hate you.
I hate you...
...cos when you're in my life,
my life seems electric...
...and then you go...
...and you'll go.
Of that, if nothing else on this Earth,
I am certain...
...and when you go...
...those sunlit cartwheels
will fall once more still and dim.
One day this theatre will
open its doors...
(SNIFFS)
...and I shall try to live at peace
with knowing you shan't
knock on them again.
This tastes very good, Prudence.
Will you show me more fishing,
Nathaniel?
I'm sure Nathaniel's busy, boy.
No, I...erm, of course,
of course, Robin.
I said he was busy.
You stay clear.
Will Nathaniel be helping
on the stall again?
I prefer not to go to Whitechapel.
Why?
I do not care for it.
Is it the Jews?
Do not say such things, Caleb.
Pru tells me you're from abroad.
You're not one of them, are you?
No.
I am not.
Cos I'll tell you
one thing about the Jews.
They won't buy your bloody eels.
(SNIGGERS)
I taught Nathaniel how to cook eel,
just like Father used to.
What else have you taught him?
The flowers are beautiful, Nathaniel.
You're very welcome.
Robin, fill your uncle's cup.
(BOTTLE UNCORKED)
To the top, boy.
Don't waste it!
Caleb.
Go to bed, little one.
Now leave that. There you go.
You've had plenty.
Why is he here?
Nathaniel is our friend
and our guest.
Welcome, friend.
Nathaniel...
(WHISPERS) Forgive him. Forgive him.
He's...he is a good boy.
He will sleep soon,
and I will come to you, OK?
(DOOR CLOSES)
(GASPS)
(CRIES)
- Take him to your tit...
- Please, no!
-...did you?
- No more!
Nathaniel! No!
Nathaniel! No! Nathaniel!
- No, please!
- It ain't right, Prudence!
What he does! It ain't right!
Shh, shh.
Shh.
I know. I know.
Please listen to me.
He is...he is my brother...
...and he's...
He's...Robin's father.
- Wha...
- Yeah.
- What?
- Yeah.
- No.
- OK. Please.
Please, you...you, of all men,
would not want to see a little...
little boy lose his father?
Please. Please...
(SHE SHRIEKS)
No! Nathaniel!
Please! Please!
No!
Prudence...
(SCREAMS)
I beg you. I beg you. Shut...shut...
- Stop it! Stop it! Stop...
- (BONE CRUNCHES)
No.
No,no,no,no.
Robin?
Robin...
(SOBS)
Prudence? Prudence, wake up.
(CRIES)
Mr Dove, in the garden.
Nathaniel.
Nathaniel. Brother.
Who did this?
Nathaniel. No.
No, Nathaniel!
Miss Chudleigh!
(GROANS)
(GASPS)
Wolves.
The body...
in the snow...
and two sons
fight the animals.
The youngest son clutching...
...her cold body.
Her name...
...Guluba.
We can bring Dove down.
- SHINE: Where this lad now?
- DRUMMOND: Where indeed, sir?
Whitechapel is
no quarter for the living.
We tried.
We tried.
No!