The Frankenstein Chronicles (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 6 - Bride of Frankenstein - full transcript
As the police close in Marlott needs to rescue Esther from Hervey and Dipple, and resurrect both his own and her fortunes.
RENQUIST: You will have heard
of these terrible murders on our brethren.
The victims from the clergy were murdered
by order of the Dean of Westminster.
HE GROANS
HE GRUNTS
RENQUIST:
The King will not last the week
and when he dies,
I fear we will lose his protection.
All roads lead to us.
BLACKWOOD:
There's a tower by the plague pit.
It belongs to Frederick Dipple.
QUEENIE: I told Joe
that I had a bad feeling about Mr Dipple.
TATTY:
Have you told the police?
They won't take me seriously.
Even the Home Secretary will find
he cannot refuse the seal of the King.
Well, the King has put his seal to it
and granted royal assent.
Has he?
You can see my son?
Why would God let you see him and not me?
Who are you?
- The one who can show you how.
MARLOTT:
Only Hervey is sick enough to think of this.
Only he would take the hearts.
ESTHER:
This is not God's will.
LORD HERVEY:
There is no such thing.
ESTHER SEIZES
SHE PANTS
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HEAVY BREATHING
SEAGULLS SQUAWK
AIR HISSES
I would never let you die, John.
You're safe now.
Rest.
HE BREATHES HEAVILY
WATER SPLASHES
SHE SHOUTS
Sam!
Esther.
Sam!
HE INHALES HER SMELL
FREDERICK:
Shall we begin?
LIQUID DRIPS
CYLINDER HISSES SOFTLY
MARLOTT BREATHES HEAVILY
DRAMATIC MUSIC RISES
CHAINS CLATTER
HE GRUNTS AND PANTS
My firstborn.
You thought you could escape me.
Well, then,
I am glad you've got what you wanted.
God will judge you for this.
The human heart contains the endocardium,
which is vital to the reanimation process.
It has tissue
that is found in no other place.
Why men of God?
The donors were simply good men of the church
who got in the way of the Dean's ambitions.
We are merely
putting the scraps to further use.
"Blessed are the pure in heart,
for they shall see God."
And did you, John?
See God?
How many others did you kill?
All of them died for science.
I make no apologies.
Even your own sister?
I was too late.
I could not save her from the fire.
She saved herself.
From you.
I saw her, Hervey, she knew fire.
Fire was her only escape.
You killed your sister
as sure as lighting the fire yourself.
CHAINS CLATTER
HE BREATHES RAGGEDLY
Sacrifices are necessary.
Your father taught me that.
He was willing
to sacrifice anything for his work.
Even his own son.
God will judge you for this!
He will judge you for this!
Now do you understand?
You are not the only one.
You and I are like brothers.
He will betray you.
After tonight, I do not need him.
My father taught him the art,
but not the secrets.
Those are mine only.
He will take what he wants
and leave you with nothing.
You won't kill him.
That will be your mistake.
Do you think that one more corpse
means anything to me?
I have lived longer than any man.
I have watched
as the people I love decayed and died.
Then why not kill yourself and end it?
- HE CHUCKLES
Death, that does not end this.
There is nothing beyond the shoreline.
Just the cold water and the wind
that rolls on and on into eternity.
But with Esther,
I may have a life without death.
A world without God.
HE MOANS
MOANING QUIETENS
There is no God.
As soon as you grasp that,
anything is possible.
INDISTINCT CHATTER
Mr Renquist. You surprise us.
Canon Steward, please show Mr Renquist out.
I'm afraid the Canon Steward and I
have much to arrange
in anticipation of the King's death.
Are the intentions
of the King's successor any clearer?
Mr Dean, I must know.
Am I to be exposed?
You must calm yourself, Mr Renquist.
The Duke of Clarence is a naval man.
He has no interest
in the intrigue of court or church.
Your recent actions will remain private.
I have your assurance?
You have God's assurance.
You must have faith.
Do you have faith, Mr Renquist?
HE SHUDDERS AND EXHALES
Yes, Mr Dean.
EXHALES SOFTLY
Then you have nothing to fear
from the death of the king.
DOOR SLAMS
Mr Renquist.
And in daylight, no less.
On our last meeting, you spoke of proof.
No, no, you did.
And the lack thereof.
Lacking no more.
The truth about the murders.
The Dean of Westminster?
Has blood on his hands.
The clergymen were chosen
because they opposed his corruption.
The murders purposed
to terrify the population of Pye Street
into abandoning their homes.
- For the sale of the land.
This story must be exposed.
What about your story?
Mr Renquist, is that a part of this?
It was my choice
to walk in the shadow of the church.
But when the King dies,
the Dean will cover his tracks.
His crimes must not be allowed
to disappear into darkness.
You have my word.
Your father's catalyst.
FREDERICK:
Perfect.
LORD HERVEY:
He was a genius.
FREDERICK:
As are you for recreating it.
LIQUID FLOWS
Life held between our fingertips.
Indeed.
Now show me how.
Joseph.
I want to see Treadaway. Right now.
Please, Constable Bircher.
You're positive
this belonged to Sergeant Nightingale?
- Yes.
That's his token from the Foundling Hospital
where we all grew up.
When a mother
leaves her baby on the doorstep
she leaves something
like a ribbon or a token with the baby
that only the mother would know about.
So if she ever wants her baby back,
she can prove it's her kid.
"So that we may be useful to ourselves!"
That's Joe's!
Which means he was there. In Dipple's house.
He left it there so I'd find it,
cos only I'd know that...
That he was in danger.
You'd better start believing me quick,
cos Dipple's shutting up his house.
And if you don't,
I'll take it to the church watchmen.
But Joe believed in the police.
He believed in you, Inspector Treadaway.
RENQUIST:
You are employed by the church
and so will follow the church's orders
without question.
You will apprehend Frederick Dipple
as the murderer.
Because it is his footsteps
that lead directly to the very hearts
removed from each victim.
Do you understand?
- No, I don't.
Only yesterday, Dipple was released
by the Metropolitan Police.
If he is the murderer,
why didn't they keep him in custody until...
The Dean requires you
to act upon his sole instruction.
No outside assistance. Is that plain?
Yes, Mr Renquist.
Bircher. What's the count?
Six absent, no more.
So be it. Right.
This is very simple.
Frederick Dipple killed one of our own.
So tonight,
we catch him or we don't stop till we do.
MARLOTT BREATHES HEAVILY
SHE BREATHES ERRATICALLY
BREATHES DEEPLY
WATER FLOWS
SOMETHING THUDS UPSTAIRS
SHE GASPS
SHE GROANS
SHE PANTS
THE DEVICE HISSES
HISSING STOPS
GROANS AND INHALES DEEPLY
HE PANTS
Give that to me.
You promised me the formula.
Give it to me. I need it!
GLASS SHATTERS
GLASSWARE CLATTERS
ESTHER WHEEZES
HE YELLS
- BANGING ON DOOR
OFFICER:
Police! Open the door!
BANGING CONTINUES
ESTHER GRUNTS
SHE SCREAMS
DOOR BLASTS
DOOR CLOSES
DOOR RATTLES
- Ugh! Get this door open!
OFFICER: Right, sir!
- TREADAWAY: And take all this as evidence.
Take him.
ESTHER GASPS AND SHRIEKS
SHE GRUNTS AND PANTS
You won't escape.
Pye Street's a warren.
MARLOTT:
I can get us out.
I can.
CHAIN SMASHES
- CHURCH BELL TOLLS
WHITLOCK:
Get off the streets!
Order of the Parish Watch! Stay inside!
Three men on the corner here.
Two men on the junction.
INDISTINCT SHOUTING
Follow me.
There's another way.
Inspector, are these...
Hearts, lad.
Human hearts.
MAN:
Spread a little wider.
INDISTINCT CHATTER
Treadaway?
Whitlock.
Did you see anything?
Not a soul got by us.
Then they've gone to ground in the rookery.
We'll push back through in two waves.
First wave to draw them out of hiding,
second wave to catch them.
Agreed.
You lot, second wave!
You heard him!
Together! Chop-chop!
- INDISTINCT CHATTER
Esther, look at me.
You're alive.
So, breathe.
Just breathe.
SHE BREATHES DEEPLY
DISTANT INDISTINCT SHOUTING
FREDERICK:
We must move. We must move.
Follow me.
SHOUTING APPROACHES
TREADAWAY:
Spread out!
Spread out, officers!
Keep your wits about you.
They're in here somewhere.
KNOCKING ON DOORS
MARLOTT:
We need sanctuary.
I know a place.
INDISTINCT CHATTER
MARLOTT:
The first line is to flush us out.
Then there'll be another.
It's an old trick.
METAL CLINKS IN THE FIRE
FIRE CRACKLES
Esther, we have to leave now.
MARLOTT:
I know this city.
She'll be safe with me.
You think I will just hand her over to you?
If she stays with you,
there'll be no escape.
She is mine.
She is all I have left.
What is it you need from her, Dipple?
I need a woman... to...
I cannot live without Esther.
And one day, soon
you will come
to the understanding that neither can you.
FREDERICK:
Esther, it is time we left.
Esther?
- METAL ROD CLANGS
It's not your decision.
- FREDERICK: That is exactly what it is.
She is my bride, my property.
ESTHER YELLS
- FREDERICK GROANS
I am no one's.
- ROD CLATTERS
PRINCE WILLIAM:
Is my dear brother, the King, dead?
DOCTOR:
I am afraid so, Your Royal Highness.
Long live the King.
ALL: Long live the King.
- SIR ROBERT: Long live the King.
Please. No such ceremony.
Let the light back in here.
Mr Dean.
Instructions from you
under the seal of the King.
I trust this has not been
for your own benefit?
We'll speak of it.
Thank you, Mr Peel.
- PEEL WHISPERS
Here's a tale of corruption
that runs to the very heart of the church
and its crimes here in Westminster.
Indeed?
I'll read it with interest,
but I'll be the best judge of that.
HE CHUCKLES
There are footprints which lead to our
door that need be erased.
ORGAN MUSIC PLAYS
KNIVES STAB
PAPER RUSTLES
All these things
were found in Lord Hervey's laboratory.
These are the ramblings of a madman.
We found bodies tampered with,
just as the journal describes.
We found human hearts encased in ice.
And we recovered Sergeant Nightingale's
bloodied notebook, right there at the scene.
DOOR OPENS
TREADAWAY:
To my mind, there is no question.
Lord Hervey is the man responsible
for committing the Westminster murders.
HE SCOFFS
This cannot be true.
The evidence weighs heavy.
I did not commit these murders.
Sir Robert, please,
speak to the Dean of Westminster.
He can tell you the truth of this.
Speak to him, I beg you.
He will plead my innocence.
The Dean of Westminster?
DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES
DOORBELL RINGS
We cannot stay long.
Is he here?
- Esther...
Is Sam here? Can you look, please?
No, I don't see him.
- You're lying.
No, today, now, I don't see him!
But you see the dead, don't you?
- Yeah, I see them.
But not my family.
Not my wife and my daughter.
I'm sorry, Esther,
but we don't see our own dead.
We don't see 'em.
THEY BREATHE RAGGEDLY
But I... I see death everywhere.
Here I am,
a dead woman buried under her work.
And there, here...
A dead mother just shrouded in her grief.
I am the ghost
that has haunted this place.
I have lived inside my grief so long.
In... In this shop, just consumed by it.
If Sam is here
it is because I have clung to him too long.
I could never accept his death.
He has robbed you of God.
Hervey.
Then may God forgive me...
but I do not need Him.
Not anymore.
I will not have it, these...
These dictates of gods and men.
I... I must learn
to live by my own sensibility now.
Just...
Guilt be gone.
Grief be gone.
I... I am alive.
Today is the beginning.
It is.
It is.
We have to be the last, Esther.
The dead must stay dead.
What will become of us?
We will live.
HE CHUCKLES
We'll live.
BARS CLANG
DOOR OPENS
MRS WILD
That's my boy!
SOBS FROM JOY
BELL RINGS
Is it all over?
BIRCHER:
The killer is caught.
Now firmly under lock and key.
Do you really want
to stay here in Joseph's lodgings?
With all these memories?
I think I'd rather stay.
He was my home.
SIR ROBERT:
Lord Hervey.
The Dean of Westminster
claims to have had no contact with you
since your flight
to the continent two years ago.
And with respect,
I have no reason to disbelieve him.
He was, uh, sympathetic, to your...
delusions.
Delusions!
Sir Robert,
this is a conspiracy against me.
You must find the lunatic.
- Hervey.
The man is John Marlott...
resurrected.
If... If you could just see his face...
- Hervey!
You would know the truth of what I said...
- Hervey! Hervey!
Please.
Our acquaintance has been long and fruitful.
It pains me to witness this outcome.
But you have my word
I will not see you hanged.
Whatever influence I have remaining...
you will be well cared for.
Goodbye, Lord Hervey.
We will not meet again.
HE BANGS ON DOOR
- DOOR OPENS
HE SOBS
DOOR CLOSES
Do what must be done for him.
Rest assured,
his care shall fall to me
and no other.
Thank you, Dr Meecham.
Where is it?
"Hard Times in Devil's Acre."
Where is it? Where's my story?
HE CLEARS HIS THROAT
In the fire, where it belongs.
And if you wish to continue
seeing your words in print, young man
I suggest you reconsider
your idea of what is fit for publication.
I don't believe
my values to be those in question.
How dare you!
Because I have a pen, sir.
And I became a writer not to fill pages,
but to bring about change.
I fancy it is time I found a publisher
who feels similarly inclined.
Get out.
SHOUTS LOUDLY
It is my distinct pleasure!
MECHANICAL WHIRRING
COINS CLATTER
For your kindness, Father Ambrose.
For my debts.
The dead demand justice...
and it falls to me to deliver it.
"The righteous show mercy, and give."
You were right about me, Father.
I am John Marlott.
INDISTINCT CHATTER
The police have London stitched shut.
This road is your safest way out.
You sure you won't reconsider, Mr Marlott?
There's a space for you, too.
You are one of the blessed.
I'm not blessed.
I'm just headed in a different direction.
Take care of yourself, Mr Marlott.
No one else will.
That's the world, yeah?
Thank you.
Soldier.
You've chosen another path, then.
I have.
For now.
When the time comes, I'll find you.
I'll see you again, Mr Marlott.
May God walk with you.
And with you...
Esther Rose.
Alright, my beauties!
Look sharpish!
INDISTINCT SHOUTING
CARTS CLATTER
WAVES CRASH
SEAGULLS SQUAWK
of these terrible murders on our brethren.
The victims from the clergy were murdered
by order of the Dean of Westminster.
HE GROANS
HE GRUNTS
RENQUIST:
The King will not last the week
and when he dies,
I fear we will lose his protection.
All roads lead to us.
BLACKWOOD:
There's a tower by the plague pit.
It belongs to Frederick Dipple.
QUEENIE: I told Joe
that I had a bad feeling about Mr Dipple.
TATTY:
Have you told the police?
They won't take me seriously.
Even the Home Secretary will find
he cannot refuse the seal of the King.
Well, the King has put his seal to it
and granted royal assent.
Has he?
You can see my son?
Why would God let you see him and not me?
Who are you?
- The one who can show you how.
MARLOTT:
Only Hervey is sick enough to think of this.
Only he would take the hearts.
ESTHER:
This is not God's will.
LORD HERVEY:
There is no such thing.
ESTHER SEIZES
SHE PANTS
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search Steam for PROJECT WARLOCK
HEAVY BREATHING
SEAGULLS SQUAWK
AIR HISSES
I would never let you die, John.
You're safe now.
Rest.
HE BREATHES HEAVILY
WATER SPLASHES
SHE SHOUTS
Sam!
Esther.
Sam!
HE INHALES HER SMELL
FREDERICK:
Shall we begin?
LIQUID DRIPS
CYLINDER HISSES SOFTLY
MARLOTT BREATHES HEAVILY
DRAMATIC MUSIC RISES
CHAINS CLATTER
HE GRUNTS AND PANTS
My firstborn.
You thought you could escape me.
Well, then,
I am glad you've got what you wanted.
God will judge you for this.
The human heart contains the endocardium,
which is vital to the reanimation process.
It has tissue
that is found in no other place.
Why men of God?
The donors were simply good men of the church
who got in the way of the Dean's ambitions.
We are merely
putting the scraps to further use.
"Blessed are the pure in heart,
for they shall see God."
And did you, John?
See God?
How many others did you kill?
All of them died for science.
I make no apologies.
Even your own sister?
I was too late.
I could not save her from the fire.
She saved herself.
From you.
I saw her, Hervey, she knew fire.
Fire was her only escape.
You killed your sister
as sure as lighting the fire yourself.
CHAINS CLATTER
HE BREATHES RAGGEDLY
Sacrifices are necessary.
Your father taught me that.
He was willing
to sacrifice anything for his work.
Even his own son.
God will judge you for this!
He will judge you for this!
Now do you understand?
You are not the only one.
You and I are like brothers.
He will betray you.
After tonight, I do not need him.
My father taught him the art,
but not the secrets.
Those are mine only.
He will take what he wants
and leave you with nothing.
You won't kill him.
That will be your mistake.
Do you think that one more corpse
means anything to me?
I have lived longer than any man.
I have watched
as the people I love decayed and died.
Then why not kill yourself and end it?
- HE CHUCKLES
Death, that does not end this.
There is nothing beyond the shoreline.
Just the cold water and the wind
that rolls on and on into eternity.
But with Esther,
I may have a life without death.
A world without God.
HE MOANS
MOANING QUIETENS
There is no God.
As soon as you grasp that,
anything is possible.
INDISTINCT CHATTER
Mr Renquist. You surprise us.
Canon Steward, please show Mr Renquist out.
I'm afraid the Canon Steward and I
have much to arrange
in anticipation of the King's death.
Are the intentions
of the King's successor any clearer?
Mr Dean, I must know.
Am I to be exposed?
You must calm yourself, Mr Renquist.
The Duke of Clarence is a naval man.
He has no interest
in the intrigue of court or church.
Your recent actions will remain private.
I have your assurance?
You have God's assurance.
You must have faith.
Do you have faith, Mr Renquist?
HE SHUDDERS AND EXHALES
Yes, Mr Dean.
EXHALES SOFTLY
Then you have nothing to fear
from the death of the king.
DOOR SLAMS
Mr Renquist.
And in daylight, no less.
On our last meeting, you spoke of proof.
No, no, you did.
And the lack thereof.
Lacking no more.
The truth about the murders.
The Dean of Westminster?
Has blood on his hands.
The clergymen were chosen
because they opposed his corruption.
The murders purposed
to terrify the population of Pye Street
into abandoning their homes.
- For the sale of the land.
This story must be exposed.
What about your story?
Mr Renquist, is that a part of this?
It was my choice
to walk in the shadow of the church.
But when the King dies,
the Dean will cover his tracks.
His crimes must not be allowed
to disappear into darkness.
You have my word.
Your father's catalyst.
FREDERICK:
Perfect.
LORD HERVEY:
He was a genius.
FREDERICK:
As are you for recreating it.
LIQUID FLOWS
Life held between our fingertips.
Indeed.
Now show me how.
Joseph.
I want to see Treadaway. Right now.
Please, Constable Bircher.
You're positive
this belonged to Sergeant Nightingale?
- Yes.
That's his token from the Foundling Hospital
where we all grew up.
When a mother
leaves her baby on the doorstep
she leaves something
like a ribbon or a token with the baby
that only the mother would know about.
So if she ever wants her baby back,
she can prove it's her kid.
"So that we may be useful to ourselves!"
That's Joe's!
Which means he was there. In Dipple's house.
He left it there so I'd find it,
cos only I'd know that...
That he was in danger.
You'd better start believing me quick,
cos Dipple's shutting up his house.
And if you don't,
I'll take it to the church watchmen.
But Joe believed in the police.
He believed in you, Inspector Treadaway.
RENQUIST:
You are employed by the church
and so will follow the church's orders
without question.
You will apprehend Frederick Dipple
as the murderer.
Because it is his footsteps
that lead directly to the very hearts
removed from each victim.
Do you understand?
- No, I don't.
Only yesterday, Dipple was released
by the Metropolitan Police.
If he is the murderer,
why didn't they keep him in custody until...
The Dean requires you
to act upon his sole instruction.
No outside assistance. Is that plain?
Yes, Mr Renquist.
Bircher. What's the count?
Six absent, no more.
So be it. Right.
This is very simple.
Frederick Dipple killed one of our own.
So tonight,
we catch him or we don't stop till we do.
MARLOTT BREATHES HEAVILY
SHE BREATHES ERRATICALLY
BREATHES DEEPLY
WATER FLOWS
SOMETHING THUDS UPSTAIRS
SHE GASPS
SHE GROANS
SHE PANTS
THE DEVICE HISSES
HISSING STOPS
GROANS AND INHALES DEEPLY
HE PANTS
Give that to me.
You promised me the formula.
Give it to me. I need it!
GLASS SHATTERS
GLASSWARE CLATTERS
ESTHER WHEEZES
HE YELLS
- BANGING ON DOOR
OFFICER:
Police! Open the door!
BANGING CONTINUES
ESTHER GRUNTS
SHE SCREAMS
DOOR BLASTS
DOOR CLOSES
DOOR RATTLES
- Ugh! Get this door open!
OFFICER: Right, sir!
- TREADAWAY: And take all this as evidence.
Take him.
ESTHER GASPS AND SHRIEKS
SHE GRUNTS AND PANTS
You won't escape.
Pye Street's a warren.
MARLOTT:
I can get us out.
I can.
CHAIN SMASHES
- CHURCH BELL TOLLS
WHITLOCK:
Get off the streets!
Order of the Parish Watch! Stay inside!
Three men on the corner here.
Two men on the junction.
INDISTINCT SHOUTING
Follow me.
There's another way.
Inspector, are these...
Hearts, lad.
Human hearts.
MAN:
Spread a little wider.
INDISTINCT CHATTER
Treadaway?
Whitlock.
Did you see anything?
Not a soul got by us.
Then they've gone to ground in the rookery.
We'll push back through in two waves.
First wave to draw them out of hiding,
second wave to catch them.
Agreed.
You lot, second wave!
You heard him!
Together! Chop-chop!
- INDISTINCT CHATTER
Esther, look at me.
You're alive.
So, breathe.
Just breathe.
SHE BREATHES DEEPLY
DISTANT INDISTINCT SHOUTING
FREDERICK:
We must move. We must move.
Follow me.
SHOUTING APPROACHES
TREADAWAY:
Spread out!
Spread out, officers!
Keep your wits about you.
They're in here somewhere.
KNOCKING ON DOORS
MARLOTT:
We need sanctuary.
I know a place.
INDISTINCT CHATTER
MARLOTT:
The first line is to flush us out.
Then there'll be another.
It's an old trick.
METAL CLINKS IN THE FIRE
FIRE CRACKLES
Esther, we have to leave now.
MARLOTT:
I know this city.
She'll be safe with me.
You think I will just hand her over to you?
If she stays with you,
there'll be no escape.
She is mine.
She is all I have left.
What is it you need from her, Dipple?
I need a woman... to...
I cannot live without Esther.
And one day, soon
you will come
to the understanding that neither can you.
FREDERICK:
Esther, it is time we left.
Esther?
- METAL ROD CLANGS
It's not your decision.
- FREDERICK: That is exactly what it is.
She is my bride, my property.
ESTHER YELLS
- FREDERICK GROANS
I am no one's.
- ROD CLATTERS
PRINCE WILLIAM:
Is my dear brother, the King, dead?
DOCTOR:
I am afraid so, Your Royal Highness.
Long live the King.
ALL: Long live the King.
- SIR ROBERT: Long live the King.
Please. No such ceremony.
Let the light back in here.
Mr Dean.
Instructions from you
under the seal of the King.
I trust this has not been
for your own benefit?
We'll speak of it.
Thank you, Mr Peel.
- PEEL WHISPERS
Here's a tale of corruption
that runs to the very heart of the church
and its crimes here in Westminster.
Indeed?
I'll read it with interest,
but I'll be the best judge of that.
HE CHUCKLES
There are footprints which lead to our
door that need be erased.
ORGAN MUSIC PLAYS
KNIVES STAB
PAPER RUSTLES
All these things
were found in Lord Hervey's laboratory.
These are the ramblings of a madman.
We found bodies tampered with,
just as the journal describes.
We found human hearts encased in ice.
And we recovered Sergeant Nightingale's
bloodied notebook, right there at the scene.
DOOR OPENS
TREADAWAY:
To my mind, there is no question.
Lord Hervey is the man responsible
for committing the Westminster murders.
HE SCOFFS
This cannot be true.
The evidence weighs heavy.
I did not commit these murders.
Sir Robert, please,
speak to the Dean of Westminster.
He can tell you the truth of this.
Speak to him, I beg you.
He will plead my innocence.
The Dean of Westminster?
DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES
DOORBELL RINGS
We cannot stay long.
Is he here?
- Esther...
Is Sam here? Can you look, please?
No, I don't see him.
- You're lying.
No, today, now, I don't see him!
But you see the dead, don't you?
- Yeah, I see them.
But not my family.
Not my wife and my daughter.
I'm sorry, Esther,
but we don't see our own dead.
We don't see 'em.
THEY BREATHE RAGGEDLY
But I... I see death everywhere.
Here I am,
a dead woman buried under her work.
And there, here...
A dead mother just shrouded in her grief.
I am the ghost
that has haunted this place.
I have lived inside my grief so long.
In... In this shop, just consumed by it.
If Sam is here
it is because I have clung to him too long.
I could never accept his death.
He has robbed you of God.
Hervey.
Then may God forgive me...
but I do not need Him.
Not anymore.
I will not have it, these...
These dictates of gods and men.
I... I must learn
to live by my own sensibility now.
Just...
Guilt be gone.
Grief be gone.
I... I am alive.
Today is the beginning.
It is.
It is.
We have to be the last, Esther.
The dead must stay dead.
What will become of us?
We will live.
HE CHUCKLES
We'll live.
BARS CLANG
DOOR OPENS
MRS WILD
That's my boy!
SOBS FROM JOY
BELL RINGS
Is it all over?
BIRCHER:
The killer is caught.
Now firmly under lock and key.
Do you really want
to stay here in Joseph's lodgings?
With all these memories?
I think I'd rather stay.
He was my home.
SIR ROBERT:
Lord Hervey.
The Dean of Westminster
claims to have had no contact with you
since your flight
to the continent two years ago.
And with respect,
I have no reason to disbelieve him.
He was, uh, sympathetic, to your...
delusions.
Delusions!
Sir Robert,
this is a conspiracy against me.
You must find the lunatic.
- Hervey.
The man is John Marlott...
resurrected.
If... If you could just see his face...
- Hervey!
You would know the truth of what I said...
- Hervey! Hervey!
Please.
Our acquaintance has been long and fruitful.
It pains me to witness this outcome.
But you have my word
I will not see you hanged.
Whatever influence I have remaining...
you will be well cared for.
Goodbye, Lord Hervey.
We will not meet again.
HE BANGS ON DOOR
- DOOR OPENS
HE SOBS
DOOR CLOSES
Do what must be done for him.
Rest assured,
his care shall fall to me
and no other.
Thank you, Dr Meecham.
Where is it?
"Hard Times in Devil's Acre."
Where is it? Where's my story?
HE CLEARS HIS THROAT
In the fire, where it belongs.
And if you wish to continue
seeing your words in print, young man
I suggest you reconsider
your idea of what is fit for publication.
I don't believe
my values to be those in question.
How dare you!
Because I have a pen, sir.
And I became a writer not to fill pages,
but to bring about change.
I fancy it is time I found a publisher
who feels similarly inclined.
Get out.
SHOUTS LOUDLY
It is my distinct pleasure!
MECHANICAL WHIRRING
COINS CLATTER
For your kindness, Father Ambrose.
For my debts.
The dead demand justice...
and it falls to me to deliver it.
"The righteous show mercy, and give."
You were right about me, Father.
I am John Marlott.
INDISTINCT CHATTER
The police have London stitched shut.
This road is your safest way out.
You sure you won't reconsider, Mr Marlott?
There's a space for you, too.
You are one of the blessed.
I'm not blessed.
I'm just headed in a different direction.
Take care of yourself, Mr Marlott.
No one else will.
That's the world, yeah?
Thank you.
Soldier.
You've chosen another path, then.
I have.
For now.
When the time comes, I'll find you.
I'll see you again, Mr Marlott.
May God walk with you.
And with you...
Esther Rose.
Alright, my beauties!
Look sharpish!
INDISTINCT SHOUTING
CARTS CLATTER
WAVES CRASH
SEAGULLS SQUAWK