The Frankenstein Chronicles (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 5 - Episode #2.5 - full transcript
Marlott's new intelligence brings him closer to a solution and leads him to an apparently deserted tower. However, there are darker and colder dangers inside.
I believe another murder has taken place
in Pye Street only last night.
Is that not correct?
NIGHTINGALE:
I saw the man fleeing, Inspector.
The killer we're looking
for is John Marlott.
TREADWAY: Go home, Joseph.
You're off duty until further notice.
BILLY: A ship was due in port
three weeks ago carrying timber and ice.
It never arrived.
ESTHER: I have been invited
to a grand occasion tonight.
Frederick Dipple.
- Jack Martins.
Jack Martins.
NIGHTINGALE:
What scared you the other evening?
QUEENIE: This room
where he keeps all his contraptions.
There was a strange book
and a door that can't be unlocked.
MARLOTT:
Dipple and the Dean of Westminster
are conspiring to clear Pye Street
ahead of the sale of the land.
Esther, I cannot wake up
tomorrow morning knowing
that you will never return to this house.
I will return.
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CHURCH BELL TOLLS
SIR ROBERT:
It may be true as they say
that the stench surrounding the King's bed
is worse than the rookeries.
But it is also true
that the King will soon be dead.
In these troubled times our government
requires the support of the best men.
In his youth, an idealistic humanitarian,
now his treatments and cures have made him
the most visionary scientist
of his generation.
Gentlemen, Lord Daniel Hervey.
Thank you, Sir Robert.
My apologies for the surplus of rumour
surrounding my absence.
It is my honour to return to public life
as a passionate advocate
for Sir Robert's plans for our city.
This bold program for social betterment
and reform here in Westminster
Law, order and public health for all.
No exclusions.
Not even the church.
It will be my privilege
to persuade Prince William
that Sir Robert's plans are no mere vision.
DOOR OPENS
- All he needs to do is look out the window
and see for himself the changes
that are already occurring.
FOX:
A body's been found in the river, sir.
What?
INDISTINCT CHATTER
MAN:
What animal did this to him?
SHE SOBS
DOOR OPENS
Mr Martins?
I've been worried about you.
You're not safe with me.
Will you let me help you?
If I were to let you...
You would be dead.
Just like everybody else.
You are not alone with that affliction.
They were murdered, Esther.
And these ghosts...
they haunt me.
But I cannot help them.
I don't know what they want.
You're tired.
You're cold.
HE SHOUTS:
Leave me!
Take your charity elsewhere.
Give it to someone
who deserves it more than I.
Very well.
DOOR OPENS
DOOR SHUTS
DR LENNOX: Gentlemen,
the sergeant's throat was cut ear to ear.
INDISTINCT CHATTER
His heart was taken.
The circumference
of the knife marks on his chest
as well as the exceptional skill
shown in the extraction of the organ
suggest that the heart
was intended to remain intact
on its removal from the torso.
I would also add, that though
the River Thames is not known for its warmth
Sergeant Nightingale's corpse shows signs
of having been recently thawed.
From frozen.
- INDISTINCT MURMURING
Inspector Treadaway,
do Sergeant Nightingale's wounds
bear any similarity
to those of the murdered clergymen?
TREADAWAY: I couldn't tell you
about the first two victims, sir.
Their autopsies were conducted in private.
DR LENNOX:
The newspapers reported
that the clergy victims
had their bodies torn limb from limb?
TREADAWAY:
That's what I read, too, sir.
But we know that to be misinformation
falsified by Grub Street...
Excuse me, the press.
DR LENNOX:
Would you tell us about the events
leading up to the discovery
of Sergeant Nightingale's body?
Sergeant Nightingale
told me he saw the killer
fleeing from Cornelius Spence's lodgings.
Said he recognised him.
And who did he believe it to be?
TREADAWAY: Inspector John Marlott, sir.
- DR LENNOX: John Marlott?
Correct me if I'm wrong,
but wasn't John Marlott hanged
in front of hundreds of witnesses?
TREADAWAY:
Yes, sir, he was.
DR LENNOX:
So what did you do next?
TREADAWAY:
I relieved him of his duty.
Constable Bircher saw him later on his beat.
Said he was babbling,
couldn't make head nor tail.
That was the last anyone saw of him
before we found the body.
Thank you, Mr Treadaway.
DR LENNOX:
It is my conclusion
that Sergeant
Nightingale was wilfully murdered.
And in my opinion...
if he was in pursuit
of the true murderer of the clergymen
then it was the true murderer
who took his life and disposed of his body.
And is yet to be captured.
INDISTINCT CHATTER
Mr Marlott? How about a drink?
In that prison cell, when you told me
you were innocent of Flora's murder
even though I could not find your proof,
I believed you.
I do not believe
you are responsible for his murder now.
I failed him.
Perhaps. But you have yet to fail me.
And right now, I believe
you are the only man that I can trust.
So here it is.
Lord Hervey is alive and back in London.
He's been spotted more than once
leaving the Palace of Westminster.
Wait! Wait! Wait!
He took a carriage,
I don't know where he went.
What's he doing there?
He's working for Peel. Now, your turn.
Do you still believe
that Hervey is in some way
a part of these crimes?
- I do.
Hmm. Then perhaps, together,
we can shed some light on this matter.
You asked me who my source was
that gave me the clergy's autopsy reports.
It was the Dean's coroner himself, Renquist.
Which means he faked them.
Yeah. Exactly.
Now, why would a coroner
wish to cover up a thing like this?
And who would he be doing that for?
That is the coroner's mortuary.
Shall I do the talking or...
Mr Marlott! I'll do the talking, shall I?
When have you not?
DOOR OPENS
No disturbances, am I understood?
BOZ CLEARS THROAT
- DOOR CLOSES
So much for discretion.
Who's this?
- I'm a friend of Sergeant Nightingale's.
I am afraid you've got the wrong coroner.
Beg to differ.
You lied to me, Renquist.
The murdered clergy weren't dismembered,
they had their hearts cut out.
You deliberately falsified the autopsy
reports and fed me false information.
Forgive me,
but isn't that all you're good for?
Maybe. But not what I'm good at.
And when I write your obituary
I shall make sure
to cut your reputation to ribbons.
"Obituary." Very good.
HE SCOFFS
Who told you to cover up
the removal of the hearts?
Well, here's the rub.
If I tell you, I'm a dead man.
We're all dead men.
Does the name Daniel Hervey
mean anything to you?
Talk. Talk!
- BOZ: Marlott, stop!
HE GASPS
Marlott? John Marlott?
So it is true.
And they say you're a killer.
Shame on you.
HE BREATHS HEAVILY
HE EXHALES
What's the ice for?
My morticians use it.
For what?
LOUDER
For what?
To store organs.
WATER DRIPS
DOOR CLOSES
TOY IS WOUND
IT WHIRS
MECHANICAL CLATTER
DOOR OPENS
SHE EXHALES AND SNIFFS
SHE SNIFFLES: I'm sorry.
- DOOR CLOSES
I couldn't help myself.
I... I've almost finished the work.
I'll be better in a minute.
I do not care about the work.
You know that.
- Please. I don't wish you to see me like this.
- I wish to.
WHIRRING STOPS
You're leaving?
Come no closer.
FREDERICK SIGHS
Please.
Come with me. Come with me.
You're only saying this
because you're leaving.
Is that the way you think of me?
Come with me.
As what? Your seamstress? Or your mistress?
As my wife.
Why do the rich feel
they can meddle with our emotions so?
I'm not for collection.
My work here's done.
HE SIGHS
He is seven years old.
He has one shoelace undone.
He will never tie it.
He has brown hair falling in his eyes and...
And a red ball...
He loves to play.
He longs to play.
What are you doing?
Your son...
longs so much for you to see him
as clearly as he sees you.
And as clearly as I can see him right now.
He was always by your side.
He never left it.
No. You stay away from me.
Listen to me.
- Stay away.
DOOR CLOSES
DOOR OPENS
Your late experiment has paid me a visit.
Was it fruitful for him?
I said nothing.
But he will soon find his way to you,
as you predicted.
As for the others.
The King will not last the week, and when
he dies, I fear we will lose his protection.
Everything you ever taught me
every heart
that I carved out at your request
all roads lead to us.
- Shh. Calm yourself.
But the law will be upon us, Daniel.
Not if we aim it at Frederick Dipple first.
How?
Dipple intends to leave
for the continent in secret.
That's when we will throw him to the dogs.
How can I be sure I will not share his fate?
Remember how you were
preyed upon at school?
Who was it protected you?
Have I not always protected you?
Walter, you have shared in my discoveries.
Our names will lie side by side.
I just need a little more time.
HE GASPS
HE BREATHS HEAVILY
FREDERICK (VO):
My beloved son.
I have sacrificed everything I have
so that I may hear your precious heart
beat for all eternity.
Keep this formula close to your heart.
It holds the secret to everlasting life.
Farewell, sweet boy.
A DOG BARKS
BLACKWOOD:
That's Maggs' seat. It's taken. Get lost.
I don't see anybody.
Yeah, well, that's cos he's dead.
This is his wake.
I still don't see him.
I know you.
Corpse bearer.
You deliver ice, right?
Why, what you after? My job?
Ever heard of Frederick Dipple?
COINS CLATTER
He imports timber and ice to London.
You shift his ice for him?
Where does he keep it?
I used to be a footman for Edmund Kean.
Yeah, that's right, the actor.
'Til he caught me pinching his silver.
Well, I learnt my lesson,
and now I work for Dipple.
He pays me well enough.
Better than digging up coffins.
And that would barely even
get me halfway to pissed
and I intend to because this is a wake.
MARLOTT:
Well, you tell me where he stores his ice
and when I'm done with him,
all that ice is yours and yours alone.
COINS CLATTER LOUDLY
So talk. Before it melts.
BLACKWOOD CLEARS THROAT
BLACKWOOD:
There's a tower by the plague pit.
You know it?
Well, it belongs to Frederick Dipple.
That's where he keeps his ice.
SHE SNIFFLES
I loved him, Tatty.
SHE SOBS
What if I had something to do
with how he died?
How?
I told Joe I...
I had a bad feeling about Mr Dipple.
We all have bad feelings
about our employers. Who doesn't?
No, listen. I saw a man in Dipple's house.
He was up to no good. I know it. I told Joe.
Have you told the police?
- No.
SHE SNIFFLES
They won't take me seriously.
Nobody takes me seriously.
Well Joe might have.
Come on!
Miss Pickett, I'm afraid hearing
strange noises in your employer's house
doesn't quite give me enough
to go kicking down doors with.
But that wasn't all.
Queenie.
He had a book. A strange book.
It had a loose page
with a drawing of a human heart.
I swear the page had blood on it.
A door I didn't have a key to...
There was some odd fella
trying to get into it.
Look, I know how it sounds, but...
- Bircher.
DOOR OPENS
Thank you, Miss Pickett.
I'll take what you've said
into consideration.
My constable will see you out.
SIR ROBERT:
The Dean's parish watchmen
are now intent on apprehending
Sergeant Nightingale's killer before we do.
If they are successful,
we will be stripped of our authority.
And you are telling me
you have no lines of inquiry to follow?
Well? Or is the Dean's estimation
of our abilities correct?
We have turned up one, sir.
Yes?
Appears that Nightingale received a tip-off
from the housekeeper of Frederick Dipple.
Dipple?
- She described a man
hiding in Dipple's
who Nightingale must've mistook to be...
Yes?
John Marlott.
- Marlott? Please, God, tell me
that you are not
entertaining this insanity.
It's not the evidence I'm entertaining, sir.
It's the fact that Nightingale
was and might've paid Mr Dipple a visit.
In which case
we can follow his tracks from there.
Hmm.
Dipple...
Dipple, Dipple, Dipple.
Very well.
- Sir.
And Inspector.
- Sir.
With a man as powerful as Dipple...
"might have" will not suffice.
Yes, sir.
FREDERICK:
People who know me too long
always acquire a certain look.
There's something about me
they cannot place.
A question that they dare not ask.
The same look that
you have on your face now.
The same look
that I have fled continents to escape.
But for you, I cannot.
So ask me.
You can see my son?
And he is here now?
HER BREATH TREMBLES
I cannot feel him.
Shh.
Close your eyes.
SHE GASPS
SHE BREATHS HEAVILY
No.
This is madness!
Why? Why would God let
you see him and not me?
God has no part of this.
There are more things possible
on this earth than you could ever dream of.
There is no death...
Shh...
- SHE MOANS
There's only life.
- SHE EXHALES SHARPLY
Life can breathe itself into anything.
DIPPLE:
I can show you.
And you will see him, I promise you.
How?
How?
BELL RINGS
KNOCKING ON DOOR
Please, wait for me here.
DOOR CLOSES
SHE BREATHS RAGGEDLY
Hey...
SHE CHUCKLES
Hey...
Please...
Mr Dipple. I'm Inspector Treadaway
of the Metropolitan Police.
This is Constable Bircher.
We've had some information, sir
regarding the death of one of our sergeants.
We'd like to ask you some questions.
If you'd like to accompany us
down to the station, sir.
Sir Robert Peel's personal request.
Sam?
I'm here, my love.
Mama's here.
SHE BREATHS RAGGEDLY
CHURCH BELL RINGS
SHE HUMS A LULLABY SOFTLY
SHE GASPS
LORD HERVEY:
Don't be afraid.
Frederick knows I'm here.
My mother used to sing
my sister and I to sleep.
I mean you no harm.
Quite the opposite.
Truly.
Who are you?
The one who can show you how.
You've never had any dealings
with Sergeant Nightingale
any business or otherwise?
He's never visited your townhouse?
I don't make a habit of inviting
policemen into my home.
You could ask my housekeeper, Miss Pickett,
but perhaps you already have.
Do you have any interest
in human anatomy, Mr Dipple?
That depends upon the human,
and the precise part of the anatomy.
How about hearts?
I'm a collector.
I am interested in all things.
British law is particularly fascinating,
wouldn't you say, Inspector?
All those little idiosyncrasies
of who it defends, and who it punishes.
A man's rights are paramount.
But a gentleman's rights are sacrosanct.
How well do you know the law, Inspector?
Pillock.
What do you reckon?
He's sitting on thorns, sir.
WIND HOWLS
DOOR RATTLES
WOOD CLATTERS ON THE GROUND
WATER DRIPS
DOOR OPENS
What is this place?
It is where you will be reborn.
I will not force you.
This is your choice to make.
It is too precious a gift not to be.
ESTHER:
What choice?
INSTRUMENTS CLATTER
To die?
To transform.
To be reunited with your child.
Not in heaven, but here.
On Earth...
Now.
You are by no means the first.
As Frederick himself
understands all too well.
LIQUID POURS
And I believe you are already
well-acquainted with the second.
Though not as well as I am.
Allow me
to tell you the truth about Mr Martins.
But let us begin with his real name.
ESTHER:
This is not God's will.
LORD HERVEY:
There is no such thing.
Only indifference.
MARLOTT GRUNTS
HE GROANS
Did you think
all I do is deliver his poxy ice for him?
Eh? You're done for, corpse bearer.
MARLOTT GROANS
KNIFE SLASHES
- MARLOTT GRUNTS
LORD HERVEY:
It is up to us to retaliate.
And rekindle all we have lost.
BOTH BREATH HEAVILY
HE GRUNTS
HE GROANS
BLACKWOOD PANTS AND MOANS
WIND BLOWS
HE BREATHS HEAVILY
Joseph?
Figured you weren't coming, sir.
Thought you might've dropped off.
MARLOTT GROANS
Are you hurt, sir?
Been keepin' watch since sundown,
just like you told me.
Been on 'em like a barnacle.
NIGHTINGALE:
Time's wasting, sir.
How long are you gonna sit on them?
I'm sorry, Joseph.
I'm sorry.
I damned your soul.
I damned Flora's, everybody's.
Forgive me.
Forgive me, sir.
NIGHTINGALE:
Forgive me.
FLORA:
Joe?
You comin', Joe?
I've got my orders.
LORD HERVEY:
The choice is yours.
LANTERN CLATTERS ON THE FLOOR
LORD HERVEY: Marlott?
- MARLOTT: Esther.
No.
- You are too late, John.
Whatever they've promised, they're lying.
HE SIGHS
HE BREATHS RAGGEDLY
No!
SHE GAGS AND GROANS
No!
No, no!
Let me help you. Shh.
- ESTHER MOANS AND GAGS
HE GRUNTS
You!
HE GROANS
SHE COUGHS
SHE WHEEZES
THUNDER ROLLS
FREDERICK: Now do you understand?
You are not the only one.
You and I are like brothers.
HE MUTTERS
- CHAINS CLATTER
MARLOTT:
How many others did you kill?
LORD HERVEY:
Sacrifices are necessary.
The Dean of Westminster?
Has blood on his hands.
HE GRUNTS
Frederick Dipple killed one of our own.
So tonight we catch him
or we don't stop till we do.
You promised me the formula.
Give it to me. I need it!
Get off the streets! Stay inside!
FREDERICK:
I cannot live without Esther.
And one day, you will come
to the understanding that neither can you.
MARLOTT:
God will judge you for this!
He will judge you for this!
in Pye Street only last night.
Is that not correct?
NIGHTINGALE:
I saw the man fleeing, Inspector.
The killer we're looking
for is John Marlott.
TREADWAY: Go home, Joseph.
You're off duty until further notice.
BILLY: A ship was due in port
three weeks ago carrying timber and ice.
It never arrived.
ESTHER: I have been invited
to a grand occasion tonight.
Frederick Dipple.
- Jack Martins.
Jack Martins.
NIGHTINGALE:
What scared you the other evening?
QUEENIE: This room
where he keeps all his contraptions.
There was a strange book
and a door that can't be unlocked.
MARLOTT:
Dipple and the Dean of Westminster
are conspiring to clear Pye Street
ahead of the sale of the land.
Esther, I cannot wake up
tomorrow morning knowing
that you will never return to this house.
I will return.
Play one of the best new FPS shooters,
search Steam for PROJECT WARLOCK
CHURCH BELL TOLLS
SIR ROBERT:
It may be true as they say
that the stench surrounding the King's bed
is worse than the rookeries.
But it is also true
that the King will soon be dead.
In these troubled times our government
requires the support of the best men.
In his youth, an idealistic humanitarian,
now his treatments and cures have made him
the most visionary scientist
of his generation.
Gentlemen, Lord Daniel Hervey.
Thank you, Sir Robert.
My apologies for the surplus of rumour
surrounding my absence.
It is my honour to return to public life
as a passionate advocate
for Sir Robert's plans for our city.
This bold program for social betterment
and reform here in Westminster
Law, order and public health for all.
No exclusions.
Not even the church.
It will be my privilege
to persuade Prince William
that Sir Robert's plans are no mere vision.
DOOR OPENS
- All he needs to do is look out the window
and see for himself the changes
that are already occurring.
FOX:
A body's been found in the river, sir.
What?
INDISTINCT CHATTER
MAN:
What animal did this to him?
SHE SOBS
DOOR OPENS
Mr Martins?
I've been worried about you.
You're not safe with me.
Will you let me help you?
If I were to let you...
You would be dead.
Just like everybody else.
You are not alone with that affliction.
They were murdered, Esther.
And these ghosts...
they haunt me.
But I cannot help them.
I don't know what they want.
You're tired.
You're cold.
HE SHOUTS:
Leave me!
Take your charity elsewhere.
Give it to someone
who deserves it more than I.
Very well.
DOOR OPENS
DOOR SHUTS
DR LENNOX: Gentlemen,
the sergeant's throat was cut ear to ear.
INDISTINCT CHATTER
His heart was taken.
The circumference
of the knife marks on his chest
as well as the exceptional skill
shown in the extraction of the organ
suggest that the heart
was intended to remain intact
on its removal from the torso.
I would also add, that though
the River Thames is not known for its warmth
Sergeant Nightingale's corpse shows signs
of having been recently thawed.
From frozen.
- INDISTINCT MURMURING
Inspector Treadaway,
do Sergeant Nightingale's wounds
bear any similarity
to those of the murdered clergymen?
TREADAWAY: I couldn't tell you
about the first two victims, sir.
Their autopsies were conducted in private.
DR LENNOX:
The newspapers reported
that the clergy victims
had their bodies torn limb from limb?
TREADAWAY:
That's what I read, too, sir.
But we know that to be misinformation
falsified by Grub Street...
Excuse me, the press.
DR LENNOX:
Would you tell us about the events
leading up to the discovery
of Sergeant Nightingale's body?
Sergeant Nightingale
told me he saw the killer
fleeing from Cornelius Spence's lodgings.
Said he recognised him.
And who did he believe it to be?
TREADAWAY: Inspector John Marlott, sir.
- DR LENNOX: John Marlott?
Correct me if I'm wrong,
but wasn't John Marlott hanged
in front of hundreds of witnesses?
TREADAWAY:
Yes, sir, he was.
DR LENNOX:
So what did you do next?
TREADAWAY:
I relieved him of his duty.
Constable Bircher saw him later on his beat.
Said he was babbling,
couldn't make head nor tail.
That was the last anyone saw of him
before we found the body.
Thank you, Mr Treadaway.
DR LENNOX:
It is my conclusion
that Sergeant
Nightingale was wilfully murdered.
And in my opinion...
if he was in pursuit
of the true murderer of the clergymen
then it was the true murderer
who took his life and disposed of his body.
And is yet to be captured.
INDISTINCT CHATTER
Mr Marlott? How about a drink?
In that prison cell, when you told me
you were innocent of Flora's murder
even though I could not find your proof,
I believed you.
I do not believe
you are responsible for his murder now.
I failed him.
Perhaps. But you have yet to fail me.
And right now, I believe
you are the only man that I can trust.
So here it is.
Lord Hervey is alive and back in London.
He's been spotted more than once
leaving the Palace of Westminster.
Wait! Wait! Wait!
He took a carriage,
I don't know where he went.
What's he doing there?
He's working for Peel. Now, your turn.
Do you still believe
that Hervey is in some way
a part of these crimes?
- I do.
Hmm. Then perhaps, together,
we can shed some light on this matter.
You asked me who my source was
that gave me the clergy's autopsy reports.
It was the Dean's coroner himself, Renquist.
Which means he faked them.
Yeah. Exactly.
Now, why would a coroner
wish to cover up a thing like this?
And who would he be doing that for?
That is the coroner's mortuary.
Shall I do the talking or...
Mr Marlott! I'll do the talking, shall I?
When have you not?
DOOR OPENS
No disturbances, am I understood?
BOZ CLEARS THROAT
- DOOR CLOSES
So much for discretion.
Who's this?
- I'm a friend of Sergeant Nightingale's.
I am afraid you've got the wrong coroner.
Beg to differ.
You lied to me, Renquist.
The murdered clergy weren't dismembered,
they had their hearts cut out.
You deliberately falsified the autopsy
reports and fed me false information.
Forgive me,
but isn't that all you're good for?
Maybe. But not what I'm good at.
And when I write your obituary
I shall make sure
to cut your reputation to ribbons.
"Obituary." Very good.
HE SCOFFS
Who told you to cover up
the removal of the hearts?
Well, here's the rub.
If I tell you, I'm a dead man.
We're all dead men.
Does the name Daniel Hervey
mean anything to you?
Talk. Talk!
- BOZ: Marlott, stop!
HE GASPS
Marlott? John Marlott?
So it is true.
And they say you're a killer.
Shame on you.
HE BREATHS HEAVILY
HE EXHALES
What's the ice for?
My morticians use it.
For what?
LOUDER
For what?
To store organs.
WATER DRIPS
DOOR CLOSES
TOY IS WOUND
IT WHIRS
MECHANICAL CLATTER
DOOR OPENS
SHE EXHALES AND SNIFFS
SHE SNIFFLES: I'm sorry.
- DOOR CLOSES
I couldn't help myself.
I... I've almost finished the work.
I'll be better in a minute.
I do not care about the work.
You know that.
- Please. I don't wish you to see me like this.
- I wish to.
WHIRRING STOPS
You're leaving?
Come no closer.
FREDERICK SIGHS
Please.
Come with me. Come with me.
You're only saying this
because you're leaving.
Is that the way you think of me?
Come with me.
As what? Your seamstress? Or your mistress?
As my wife.
Why do the rich feel
they can meddle with our emotions so?
I'm not for collection.
My work here's done.
HE SIGHS
He is seven years old.
He has one shoelace undone.
He will never tie it.
He has brown hair falling in his eyes and...
And a red ball...
He loves to play.
He longs to play.
What are you doing?
Your son...
longs so much for you to see him
as clearly as he sees you.
And as clearly as I can see him right now.
He was always by your side.
He never left it.
No. You stay away from me.
Listen to me.
- Stay away.
DOOR CLOSES
DOOR OPENS
Your late experiment has paid me a visit.
Was it fruitful for him?
I said nothing.
But he will soon find his way to you,
as you predicted.
As for the others.
The King will not last the week, and when
he dies, I fear we will lose his protection.
Everything you ever taught me
every heart
that I carved out at your request
all roads lead to us.
- Shh. Calm yourself.
But the law will be upon us, Daniel.
Not if we aim it at Frederick Dipple first.
How?
Dipple intends to leave
for the continent in secret.
That's when we will throw him to the dogs.
How can I be sure I will not share his fate?
Remember how you were
preyed upon at school?
Who was it protected you?
Have I not always protected you?
Walter, you have shared in my discoveries.
Our names will lie side by side.
I just need a little more time.
HE GASPS
HE BREATHS HEAVILY
FREDERICK (VO):
My beloved son.
I have sacrificed everything I have
so that I may hear your precious heart
beat for all eternity.
Keep this formula close to your heart.
It holds the secret to everlasting life.
Farewell, sweet boy.
A DOG BARKS
BLACKWOOD:
That's Maggs' seat. It's taken. Get lost.
I don't see anybody.
Yeah, well, that's cos he's dead.
This is his wake.
I still don't see him.
I know you.
Corpse bearer.
You deliver ice, right?
Why, what you after? My job?
Ever heard of Frederick Dipple?
COINS CLATTER
He imports timber and ice to London.
You shift his ice for him?
Where does he keep it?
I used to be a footman for Edmund Kean.
Yeah, that's right, the actor.
'Til he caught me pinching his silver.
Well, I learnt my lesson,
and now I work for Dipple.
He pays me well enough.
Better than digging up coffins.
And that would barely even
get me halfway to pissed
and I intend to because this is a wake.
MARLOTT:
Well, you tell me where he stores his ice
and when I'm done with him,
all that ice is yours and yours alone.
COINS CLATTER LOUDLY
So talk. Before it melts.
BLACKWOOD CLEARS THROAT
BLACKWOOD:
There's a tower by the plague pit.
You know it?
Well, it belongs to Frederick Dipple.
That's where he keeps his ice.
SHE SNIFFLES
I loved him, Tatty.
SHE SOBS
What if I had something to do
with how he died?
How?
I told Joe I...
I had a bad feeling about Mr Dipple.
We all have bad feelings
about our employers. Who doesn't?
No, listen. I saw a man in Dipple's house.
He was up to no good. I know it. I told Joe.
Have you told the police?
- No.
SHE SNIFFLES
They won't take me seriously.
Nobody takes me seriously.
Well Joe might have.
Come on!
Miss Pickett, I'm afraid hearing
strange noises in your employer's house
doesn't quite give me enough
to go kicking down doors with.
But that wasn't all.
Queenie.
He had a book. A strange book.
It had a loose page
with a drawing of a human heart.
I swear the page had blood on it.
A door I didn't have a key to...
There was some odd fella
trying to get into it.
Look, I know how it sounds, but...
- Bircher.
DOOR OPENS
Thank you, Miss Pickett.
I'll take what you've said
into consideration.
My constable will see you out.
SIR ROBERT:
The Dean's parish watchmen
are now intent on apprehending
Sergeant Nightingale's killer before we do.
If they are successful,
we will be stripped of our authority.
And you are telling me
you have no lines of inquiry to follow?
Well? Or is the Dean's estimation
of our abilities correct?
We have turned up one, sir.
Yes?
Appears that Nightingale received a tip-off
from the housekeeper of Frederick Dipple.
Dipple?
- She described a man
hiding in Dipple's
who Nightingale must've mistook to be...
Yes?
John Marlott.
- Marlott? Please, God, tell me
that you are not
entertaining this insanity.
It's not the evidence I'm entertaining, sir.
It's the fact that Nightingale
was and might've paid Mr Dipple a visit.
In which case
we can follow his tracks from there.
Hmm.
Dipple...
Dipple, Dipple, Dipple.
Very well.
- Sir.
And Inspector.
- Sir.
With a man as powerful as Dipple...
"might have" will not suffice.
Yes, sir.
FREDERICK:
People who know me too long
always acquire a certain look.
There's something about me
they cannot place.
A question that they dare not ask.
The same look that
you have on your face now.
The same look
that I have fled continents to escape.
But for you, I cannot.
So ask me.
You can see my son?
And he is here now?
HER BREATH TREMBLES
I cannot feel him.
Shh.
Close your eyes.
SHE GASPS
SHE BREATHS HEAVILY
No.
This is madness!
Why? Why would God let
you see him and not me?
God has no part of this.
There are more things possible
on this earth than you could ever dream of.
There is no death...
Shh...
- SHE MOANS
There's only life.
- SHE EXHALES SHARPLY
Life can breathe itself into anything.
DIPPLE:
I can show you.
And you will see him, I promise you.
How?
How?
BELL RINGS
KNOCKING ON DOOR
Please, wait for me here.
DOOR CLOSES
SHE BREATHS RAGGEDLY
Hey...
SHE CHUCKLES
Hey...
Please...
Mr Dipple. I'm Inspector Treadaway
of the Metropolitan Police.
This is Constable Bircher.
We've had some information, sir
regarding the death of one of our sergeants.
We'd like to ask you some questions.
If you'd like to accompany us
down to the station, sir.
Sir Robert Peel's personal request.
Sam?
I'm here, my love.
Mama's here.
SHE BREATHS RAGGEDLY
CHURCH BELL RINGS
SHE HUMS A LULLABY SOFTLY
SHE GASPS
LORD HERVEY:
Don't be afraid.
Frederick knows I'm here.
My mother used to sing
my sister and I to sleep.
I mean you no harm.
Quite the opposite.
Truly.
Who are you?
The one who can show you how.
You've never had any dealings
with Sergeant Nightingale
any business or otherwise?
He's never visited your townhouse?
I don't make a habit of inviting
policemen into my home.
You could ask my housekeeper, Miss Pickett,
but perhaps you already have.
Do you have any interest
in human anatomy, Mr Dipple?
That depends upon the human,
and the precise part of the anatomy.
How about hearts?
I'm a collector.
I am interested in all things.
British law is particularly fascinating,
wouldn't you say, Inspector?
All those little idiosyncrasies
of who it defends, and who it punishes.
A man's rights are paramount.
But a gentleman's rights are sacrosanct.
How well do you know the law, Inspector?
Pillock.
What do you reckon?
He's sitting on thorns, sir.
WIND HOWLS
DOOR RATTLES
WOOD CLATTERS ON THE GROUND
WATER DRIPS
DOOR OPENS
What is this place?
It is where you will be reborn.
I will not force you.
This is your choice to make.
It is too precious a gift not to be.
ESTHER:
What choice?
INSTRUMENTS CLATTER
To die?
To transform.
To be reunited with your child.
Not in heaven, but here.
On Earth...
Now.
You are by no means the first.
As Frederick himself
understands all too well.
LIQUID POURS
And I believe you are already
well-acquainted with the second.
Though not as well as I am.
Allow me
to tell you the truth about Mr Martins.
But let us begin with his real name.
ESTHER:
This is not God's will.
LORD HERVEY:
There is no such thing.
Only indifference.
MARLOTT GRUNTS
HE GROANS
Did you think
all I do is deliver his poxy ice for him?
Eh? You're done for, corpse bearer.
MARLOTT GROANS
KNIFE SLASHES
- MARLOTT GRUNTS
LORD HERVEY:
It is up to us to retaliate.
And rekindle all we have lost.
BOTH BREATH HEAVILY
HE GRUNTS
HE GROANS
BLACKWOOD PANTS AND MOANS
WIND BLOWS
HE BREATHS HEAVILY
Joseph?
Figured you weren't coming, sir.
Thought you might've dropped off.
MARLOTT GROANS
Are you hurt, sir?
Been keepin' watch since sundown,
just like you told me.
Been on 'em like a barnacle.
NIGHTINGALE:
Time's wasting, sir.
How long are you gonna sit on them?
I'm sorry, Joseph.
I'm sorry.
I damned your soul.
I damned Flora's, everybody's.
Forgive me.
Forgive me, sir.
NIGHTINGALE:
Forgive me.
FLORA:
Joe?
You comin', Joe?
I've got my orders.
LORD HERVEY:
The choice is yours.
LANTERN CLATTERS ON THE FLOOR
LORD HERVEY: Marlott?
- MARLOTT: Esther.
No.
- You are too late, John.
Whatever they've promised, they're lying.
HE SIGHS
HE BREATHS RAGGEDLY
No!
SHE GAGS AND GROANS
No!
No, no!
Let me help you. Shh.
- ESTHER MOANS AND GAGS
HE GRUNTS
You!
HE GROANS
SHE COUGHS
SHE WHEEZES
THUNDER ROLLS
FREDERICK: Now do you understand?
You are not the only one.
You and I are like brothers.
HE MUTTERS
- CHAINS CLATTER
MARLOTT:
How many others did you kill?
LORD HERVEY:
Sacrifices are necessary.
The Dean of Westminster?
Has blood on his hands.
HE GRUNTS
Frederick Dipple killed one of our own.
So tonight we catch him
or we don't stop till we do.
You promised me the formula.
Give it to me. I need it!
Get off the streets! Stay inside!
FREDERICK:
I cannot live without Esther.
And one day, you will come
to the understanding that neither can you.
MARLOTT:
God will judge you for this!
He will judge you for this!