The Mystery of Edwin Drood (2012–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - The Mystery of Edwin Drood - full transcript

I expect my nephew today.
Edwin will do more good

than a dozen medicine chests.
My Jack's an opium eater.

I'm sorry about your father.
He died in action?

No, mining accident
in Upper Egypt.

Mr Neville!

I will have your weapon!
John Jasper is more than

an uncle to him, he is a
guardian and protector.

Your little rosebud's
been picked by another.

You do know he loves you?
He terrifies me. He pursues me.

What else are you not telling me,
Jack?

Jack!



HE CHOKES

NED!

Lost some lead off the roof too,
sir.

And the hands in the clock's
all bent and twisted.

Dear me, what a night.

We must pray no lives were lost.

Jasper?

My bright boy is gone.

Rosa, to your room this minute.

What is it? When did you last see
Edwin? Yesterday afternoon. Why?

You saw or heard nothing
of him last night?

What has happened to Eddy?

He departed my house last night with
Neville Landless and he never came home.

Neville left at first light
to walk by the coast.



Thank you, Miss Twinkleton.

They will blame my brother.

They will punish my brother.

This is my fault.

Mine.

What are you, huh?

A pack of thieves?

What have you done with my nephew?
I don't understand.

Gently, Jasper.
What have you done with him?

How should I know? His bed was not slept
in last night. He never came home.

We said our good nights in
the cathedral and I went home.

So you left him there alone?

There was no danger in it.
He was restless.

He said he wanted fresh air
and the smell of open water.

So he came down to the estuary?

Jasper, the storm.

Come along.

A most agonising summons!

The messenger brought a note

which was addressed very personally
to me, I see, Mr Hiram Grewgious.

Being, as I am, your assistant,
I must be privy to all events,

of which you will agree, there
are precious few hereabouts.

And being, as I am, your assistant,

I dare predict there'll be a great
deal for you to do today, sir,

in the investigating and comforting
line, and you will be requiring me

to be of service in the organising
and, and, and catering line.

I am not so awkward that I cannot
find my own sandwiches, thank you.

I follow you, sir.

Oh, but, oh, sir, how I do hate the
indoors. Oh, the hellish indoors!

They also serve, Bazzard,
who only hold the fort.

Take a trip to Doctors Commons,
if it please you.

And take sight there of Edwin
Drood's last will and testament.

You don't know he's dead yet.

Edwin Drood Senior.

Ned!

Mr Drood?

Ned!

Mr Drood?

I was so sure we'd find him.

Have courage.

He may have simply left, gone back
to London. Without telling me?

He'd never be so cruel. Do not
give in to despair, my friend.

My bright boy... is dead.

He seemed in agreement with me.

He seemed relieved.

As I was.

Rosa fears she made him
unhappier than he admitted.

That he has brought himself
to harm because of her.

You made no mention of a ring.

Deputy, what you got there? Nothing.

Eh?

There'll be some young lady somewhere
crying her heart out over that.

It's mine.

Durdles don't entirely think so.

Have mercy upon me, O God,

according to thy loving kindness.

Blot out my transgressions.

Wash me thoroughly
from mine iniquity,

and cleanse me from my sin.

NED!

Ned?

I can't even sing for him.

Then pray with me.

Our Father who art in heaven...

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy
will be done... I cannot...

forgive those that
trespass against me...

In time...any more
than I could forgive myself.

Do not reproach yourself.
You have nothing to forgive.

Anyone could see how
you loved that boy. I did.

I did love him. Of course.

All these years I cared
for him and now some...

some stranger...
has taken him from me.

Let the monster that
killed him hear my vow.

I devote myself to his destruction.

Mr Jasper asserts a history of violent
words and even fisticuffs between you!

There was nothing ill-tempered
in our meeting last night.

Nevertheless, while investigations
continue, I have no option

but to issue a warrant and
commit you forthwith to jail.

On what grounds?
Circumstances of grave suspicion.

And the case has a generally dark
look to me. No! No, that's absurd!

I mean, sorry, your worship.
I mean no disrespect,

but no man can be accused of
murder in the absence of the body.

Will you not be satisfied until
they find my nephew's poor dead body?

You twist my meaning. Sirs!

Please do not sacrifice
your friendship on my account.

I can end this argument now,
as I could've done earlier,

had I told you the truth.

I did not kill Edwin Drood.

I could never have
killed Edwin Drood.

He is my brother.

My sister and I came here as orphans

to seek our father,

Captain Edwin Drood.

Mr Jasper...

we are kinsmen.

That...

vile and groundless allegation
would mean that Captain Drood,

the best of husbands, betrayed
his marriage vows to my sister...

with a native concubine.

My mother was a Christian lady!

Neville, for shame!

Whether Mr Landless is right
or wrong is immaterial, surely?

If he believes Edwin to be his brother,
then why would want to harm him?

Angry, resentful,
excluded, unloved and poor!

Everything Edwin had,
he wanted, and stopped

at nothing, not even
murder, to get it.

Mr Sapsea may feel a duty
to public safety...

Indeed! Indeed I do.
BANGS GAVEL

Remanded in custody.

I give my solemn guarantee,
as a man of the law,

that the young man
will be confined to my house,

under my responsibility, and I shall
produce him whenever demanded.

You cannot send my brother away.

When did you plan to tell me?
Please, let us explain. This year?

Next year some time, or never?

We only sought to find the
father that abandoned

us and throw ourselves
upon his love.

Upon his pocketbook, more like. Ma!
Not helpful. Fortune hunters.

Your mother was never Mrs Drood.

No, sir.

So you have no document to
prove the connection you claim?

Our mother was a Christian woman...
Yes, so you said.

Who never told a falsehood
in her life. A commendable trait...

one she failed to pass
on to her offspring.

Do not clench your fist at me!

Neville, go and get your coat.

Mr Jasper may accuse my brother
for his own reasons.

The poor man's beside himself
with grief and fear.

No, sir, Mr Jasper is in love
with Rosa.

If you can call it love,
that raging, angry thing.

Nonsense! Dear God!

Mr Crisparkle, you have seen him
with your own eyes,

sitting at your own piano, in your own
house, devouring her with his looks.

Have you absolutely no shame?

Ah, Mr Neville.

He suffers and I do
my best to help him

and you ask me to apologise for it.

And the poor boy hasn't even
a mother of his own, of course.

I have one on long-term
loan to him, it seems.

A very fine medicine chest
among her attractions.

Ma, dear, it might be
the action of a friend,

especially a kindly maternal friend,
to persuade him to depend on

fresh air and exercise in his
grief, rather than on laudanum.

Perhaps you don't remember.
You were so young, but I do.

I remember when he came
here to the choir school,

that poor little boy, seven years
old, and all alone in the world.

He's not seven years old any more.

Sept, dear Sept, can't you
see how lonely he is?

Feel as sorry for John
Jasper as you like, Ma,

but I forbid you to give
him laudanum again.

You forbid me?!

What century do you
believe this to be?

No matter how many hours you
spend studying that document...

I know my father's will
off by heart, sir,

and I know it will never change.

"I leave my entire estate to
my beloved and only son, Edwin."

The uniform penny post is arrived.

Oh, the excitement.

Captain Drood would, alas, not be the
first Englishman to father children

in foreign climes
and then abandon them.

He was the first Englishman
to do it to me.

Ahem.

Yes, Bazzard?

Being, as I am, only your assistant

and not permitted to leave
this hellish office,

I have been forced to apply to
the trustees using the penny post.

Trustees? Of the Mission School
in Trincomalee.

Which, august gentlemen, confirm that
a certain Captain Edwin Arthur Drood

began regular payments to the
school in the autumn of 1834.

When my sister
and I were six years old.

Oh, Mr Grewgious! I know it's
not proof, but this could...

But it is evidence, Neville.

Very suggestive evidence.

And ended in the summer of 1836.

He lost interest in us
after only two years?

Perhaps it is simply that
the regiment moved back to Egypt.

I need to know. Mr Grewgious, the
regimental archives are in Cloisterham.

Neville, you know very well that
you cannot go back to Cloisterham.

Bazzard! Get your coat.

Speak to now-one. In particular,
keep your distance from Mr Jasper.

I could use a suedeonym
to avoid discovery.

You shall do no such thing.
And the word is pseudonym.

Or, or, or, employ the
Scottish accent I used as

a schoolboy in my very
well-received Macbeth.

Bazzard, go to the archives.
Track Captain Drood's movements.

Speak to no-one!

I follow you, sir.

SCOTTISH ACCENT: Och, aye, the noo!

I do understand how cravings can be
very strong in such cases but...

You suspect an element of
pleasurable excitement in it.

Why else begin it? Mmm.

To banish grief beyond endurance.

To reach total eclipse
without all hope of day.

When you came to me last year
about your pain...

Oh, no man flies back to
opium from physical pain.

From what, then?

Blank and hopeless desolation.

And then for a while it brings dreams
of paradise and unimaginable pleasure.

I have stood looking down into
an abyss of divine enjoyment,

until a desolation more blank and
hopeless than before returns.

We must seek a way to break
this slavery, through prayer.

Oh, there is no need, dear lady.

For my slavery is already at
an end since my poor Ned...

(I cannot speak of it.)

Oh, never have my prayers
been answered more quickly.

Regimental Muster Rolls.

Most efficient. Thank you.

ALL CHATTER

I shall miss you. Your first
duty is to your brother.

It was supposed to be you leaving
me behind. And in my wedding dress.

How long ago that seems.

Miss Landless, please, let me.

I can carry my own bag, sir.

But why should you when a friend
presents himself as beast of burden?

A friend?

I wish we'd not quarrelled.

Cloisterham will seem very quiet
without both Landlesses.

It will do as well without us
now as if we had never come here.

But, Helena, then I would
never have known you.

Either of you, I mean, of course.
You and your brother, both of you.

Excellent pupils.

Um...

You will send him my best regards?

All aboard now! Miss Landless.

Oh! Run!

Thank you.

Oh, this is all happening too
quickly. Reverend Crisparkle,

kindest of men,
so much kinder than we deserved.

Walk on.

Thank you.

Weeks without
even a glimpse of your face

while I waited patiently
for your summons.

Why should I summon you?

Back to my duties
as your faithful music master.

I shall never play the piano again.

Never let those lovely fingers
make sweet melody?

Nobody can see us.

Everyone's gone home for the summer.

Except little orphan Rosa.

But I will not touch you again.
I'll come no nearer to you than this.

Sit, my love.

You wear his ring.

My mother's ring, in his memory.

Dear God, I tried so hard not to
love you. I won't hear you.

If you knew what
visions tormented me.

I have wandered through paradise
and through hell, every night,

carrying you in my arms.

But as long as you were his,
I stayed loyal to him.

Every day that you pursued me,
every day you made my life hell,

you betrayed him.

But he's dead.

He never knew, that trusting soul,
who loved you, like a brother.

He's dead, and you are free.

My poor Edwin never knew that
his Jack's heart is black as coal.

You will love me, Rosa.
I'd rather die too.

Oh, sweet witch,
then keep your love.

I'll gladly take this
pretty rage instead.

If you could see yourself,
Rosa, in your panting hatred,

you're more desirable than ever.

You would take by force what
will never be yours by consent?

But you will consent.

In the end, you will love me, Rosa.

How could I ever love a man
whose spirit is so mean,

whose heart is so bitter?

You drove my friends away
with false accusations.

You still defend Neville Landless?

Your pursuit of him is
like your pursuit of me...

unfair and ugly and cruel.

Ugly and cruel?

Ugly and cruel? Am I that man?
Pretty little Neville

Landless is entirely guilty
of dreaming he can have you.

As to his guilt in
the death of my boy,

I have wound the coil
of suspicion so tightly

around him, it hardly matters
if it be true or not.

Nor does it matter if you love me,
Rosa, or hate me. I no longer care.

Ugly and cruel, yes, you have made
me so and you will still come to me.

I will not.

You refuse to save him? Well,
then Neville Landless will hang.

WOODEN DOOR CREAKS

Say nothing to a living soul.

Rosa, I love you more
than any man ever loved

a woman and you will
never be rid of me.

I will pursue you to the death.

What are you looking at?
Nothing has happened here.

I say!

Excuse me.

This officer here, Captain Drood.

See, I've discovered him leaving Ceylon
and going back to Egypt in 1836.

Then a year later there's a mining
accident, and he is listed as missing.

But... when I try to
cross-reference the

accident report with the
record of his death...

Well, it's not there.

Our records is never wrong.

There's got to be a death in
service record if he's dead.

IF he's dead.

STONES CLATTER

SHEEP BLEATS

Hit 'im again!
I made a dent in his wool!

Let him be, you've lamed him.
You lie! He lamed himself.

Show me where
your choirmaster's house is.

I will not.

Ain't going nowhere near
him, not ever again,

not after he upended me
and damn near choked me.

Anyway, it's miles away.

Take me where the ruffian lives
and I'll give you a penny.

No point, cos he's not in!

But give me another and
I'll take you to his landlord.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Your worshipfulness.

What an honour it is for a humble
student of funerary architecture

to come face to face with the fons et
origo of such a piece of perfection.

The inscription composed
by my own unworthy hand, sir.

And yet, strangers have been seen
copying it down in their notebooks.

"Stranger pause."

It is the language of Shakespeare.

Thank you, sir.

Mr...?

The name's... Datchery.

Dick Datchery,
at your most humble service.

I have the honour, sir, to
welcome you to an ancient city,

a proud city,
an ecclesiastical city.

Your worshipfulness inspires me
with a desire to know more,

and confirms me in my
inclination to spend

some time under his
beneficent sway.

SAPSEA CHUCKLES

In which context, and after a
woeful night at the Dog and Gun,

I wonder if you might suggest
somewhere I might stay.

Somewhere architectural and
inconvenient. Somewhere...

cathedral-y?

KNOCKING AT DOOR

KNOCKING CONTINUES

Rosa?

Don't let him catch me.

I never knew I was such a coward.

You are nothing of the sort. I am.

For I think now that I was
afraid to marry Edwin for fear

I would never then be
free of his uncle.

Now my poor Eddy is dead
and it was all for nothing,

for I will never be free again.

BELLS RING

# Ride on! Ride on in majesty!

# Thy last and fiercest
strife is nigh... #

Glad to hear praise the Lord
with such enthusiasm, Jasper.

I find I am much inspired,
since my bright boy's demise,

by thoughts of our joy
to come in heaven.

For are not we sinners always
knocking on heaven's door?

So you think Mr Crisparkle,
if he were here,

would release me from my promise?

I do.

Not least because in rooms this small

you can scarcely avoid bumping
into Rosa several times a day.

But, Neville, she is in mourning.

In mourning for a good man.

And under attack from an evil one.

I would not dream of
adding to her burdens.

Besides, she already seems more
like a beloved sister to me now.

I have sent word to Miss Twinkleton
that Rosa is safe with us.

And yes, Helena, I have requested
she refrain from telling Mr Jasper.

Ah, my dear!

You have slept.

And now you must eat. Come.

What did you take last?

Was it breakfast, lunch,
dinner, tea or supper?

And what will you take next?
Shall it be breakfast, lunch,

or a nice jumble of all meals?

Mr Grewgious,
I have something to say.

The hardest thing I have
ever had to say in my life.

Helena has told me of
Mr Jasper's unwanted attentions.

Oh, that is nothing.
Nothing compared to the

question to which those
attentions give rise.

My friends, ask yourselves, please,
as I have been forced to do...

who on this earth had most to
gain from the death of Edwin Drood?

Oh, Mr Jasper,
thank heaven you've come!

Her bed not slept in,
and this foolish maid,

taken in by a notice on the door...
"do not disturb"!

Oh, Mr Jasper, can you find her?

Can you bring
our little rosebud home?

It was him that upset her!

No! Don't you start
your nonsense again!

HYSTERICAL SOBBING

NEVILLE: She's not here! Liar! Rosa?

Rosa, what is this foolishness?
Come home with me now.

You will come no closer.

Who will prevent me?
Neville, stay back!

Rosa, come now.
I'm not afraid of you, sir. No?

You terrify me. I'm not afraid of you

because the threats you
have made are empty.

You cannot harm my brother

because he is innocent
and you know it.

It makes no difference now.
Come, Rosa, my love.

She shrinks from your love!

Rosa is not afraid of me. She's
afraid of what's in her own heart.

Look at her.

Look at the real Rosa,
not the one of your dreams.

Tell me, what does she see?

A lover.

A monster. A killer.

Look into your own black heart,
John Jasper,

and tell me she is wrong.

Dear God!

So it was you.

FOOTSTEPS FADE AWAY

Mr Jasper?

What is this?

You should not be here. You have
poisoned her mind against me!

Neither her mind nor her heart needed
any help from me, I assure you.

Let go of me!

Mr Jasper, you must learn to
accept that when a lady says no,

it is her free choice.
She is meant for me!

As it was her free choice
to end her engagement to Edwin.

Ah! You did not know.

This young couple, the lost
youth and the lovely girl,

though so long engaged
and so close to being married,

decided the very afternoon
of his death

that they would be happier
as brother and sister,

than as man and wife,

and, accordingly,
broke off their engagement.

(He never told me.)

(He should have told me.)

ROSA GIGGLES

EDWIN CHOKES

HE PANTS

NED!

Are you alone here?

Worse luck for business,
I am, deary.

Come in, where I can see you,
for your voice is familiar.

Well, stranger! Huh!

And there was me thinking
you'd died and gone to heaven.

Not you that died, then.

Who's that you're in mourning for?

I can't see.

I can't remember.

Then you've come to the right place,

cos that's just what
Princess Puffer's here for.

LOCK RATTLES

SOBBING

Miss Twinkleton,
please calm yourself.

Septimus, read this!

Ma!

A message from Mr Grewgious.

MISS TWINKLETON WAILS

DEPUTY WHISTLES

Woah! Mr Grewgious sent me!

On an errand of burglary?

Well,
he did not expressly forbid it.

He was most insistent
on other things.

I must stay in the library,
I must talk to no-one...

And did you find anything
in the library, Mr...

? The name's Datcher... Bazzard.

I found the Royal Engineers
pensions record for Captain Drood.

And, sir...

he has been picking it up
for the last nine years.

That's nonsense,
Datcher Bazzard.

He died in a mining
accident in Upper Egypt.

Well, if he did,
there's no record of it.

Either someone else
is taking the money...

or Captain Drood is still alive.

Oh, that's just the old man's will.

I obtained a copy weeks ago.
There's nothing in it.

He's crossed out Edwin's name.

Every time it appears.

Cor! He really hated 'im!

Was it hate or envy?

And where did he hide the body?

Bet I know.

Yes, I brought Mr Jasper down here,

a couple of days before the
unfortunate business with Mr Edwin.

Wooooo!

Go on!
DEPUTY LAUGHS

Get out of it!

I was telling him about the night
I was enjoying my forty winks,

when I was woken by the ghost
of one terrific shriek.

HIGH-PITCHED SCREAM

Spooked you! Ha! Get out of it!

Deputy was right, Mr Crisparkle.

So many hiding places.

There is no place in this cathedral
that's hidden to Durdles.

Durdles is the keeper
of all the keys.

Nearly all the keys.

Durdles has had a loss perplexing
him and preying on his mind, sir.

He's sorry to say that on the night
he took Mr Jasper on his tour,

Durdles found himself
in a state of intoxication,

which makes him now wonder if that
was the night he lost hold of...

This one!

No. It was much bigger.

Oh, dear.

Need his worship's permission.

"Good morning, Mr Sapsea.
Please may we

dig up your dead wife
on a foolish whim?"

BAZZARD CHUCKLES

If only I could see the end.

The end of what, deary?

I rehearsed it hundreds,
thousands of times in this room.

I saw him fall like a snowflake.

Like a breath of sweet air
falling so gently.

Things never turn out
like we hope, do they?

Millions, millions of times.

I never saw that before.

This stuff's not strong enough.

What next?

Show me what happened next.

Oh, what a poor, mean,
miserable thing this is.

Oh, Rosa!

Oh, I thought I was dreaming.

Lord! How like your dear mother
you have grown.

I've made you sad?

I'm so sorry.

I can never be sad
when I think of her,

or look at you.

Did she know your feelings?
Oh, I hope not.

What kind of specimen am I to
have hopes in that direction?

Lord, what a conversation!

Mr Grewgious, please tell me.

What is true love like?

True love...

is always returned.

Oh, how we witter on when
the dream's upon us.

Singing like a little canary bird
all night long, we was.

Sing some more.

What was that?

Tell me what you did.

I'm nearly...

nearly...

damned.

"Oh, subtle and mighty opium

"to the guilty man for one night
gives back the hopes of his youth,

"and hands washed pure from blood."

Tell me what happened to him
and I will go with you.

And there is no danger of any
harm befalling my inscription?

Oh, none whatsoever,
my dear worshipfulness.

I shall guard that priceless
masterpiece with my life.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Oh, this is no place for a child.

Deputy, go and watch out for
Mr Jasper's return. I will not!

I'll give you a shilling. Joking!

Need a guinea to persuade me
to miss this.

You stay there.

Good day to you, Joe.
Miss Rosa. Thank you.

BOTH STRAIN

BOTH PANT

Well?

Nothing but the mortal remains
of poor Mrs Sapsea.

Oh, hellfire!

And damnation. Yes, very helpful(!)

Get the other one out, then.
What other one?

The one he found in
Mr Jasper's desk, stupid!

Durdles needs a closer look at that.

Had no cause to go
inside there for years,

but Durdles'd know it anywhere.

This is the key to the Drood tomb.

You hesitated the last.

I'm ready.

To say I planned it
would not be quite right.

The idea, the method,
came to me in a dream.

A nightmare? Oh, no, no, no!

Edwin died night after night
in dreams of perfect beauty.

You stay there.

Here, on the altar step,
where he would have married you,

taken the woman who was meant for me,
taken my life, unless I took his first.

Lord, let me know mine end.

VOICE ECHOES

Voices?

Listen.

What is down there?

And mine age is even
nothing in respect of thee.

His corpse was safe
enough in the Sapsea tomb

till that fat fool
wanted his inscription carving.

"Stranger, pause. Stranger..."

So I took the key, and...

I moved... I moved his body...

I moved his poor body.

(No, that's not it.)

Something's wrong.
It's not 'im! What?

I've got something wrong.

It's some old fella. Look!

ROSA SCREAMS

My God!

Edwin! You're in mourning?

For you!

I went early to Egypt,
as I did tell you I might

when you broke off our engagement.

And are there no post offices
in Egypt?

Write to you?!
Why would I write to you?

I was so angry with you,
I threw away that pretty ring.

Come on, son.

If that personage has been dead
nine years, I'll eat my hat,

and yours too.

My bet is he's been dead
a bit less than one year.

And the ghost of one
terrific shriek.

Wasn't a ghost, after all.

Who is it, Jasper?

Why, sir, it is Edwin Drood.

The father?

Our father.

Ned's and mine.

It was common knowledge in Egypt.

The date of his birth
was inconvenient,

so my mother passed Jack off
as her little brother.

We all thought he killed you.

Jack?!

Never! He loves me.

Eddy,

even he thinks he killed you.

JACK SIGHS

I have striven...

so hard to remember.

And I have remembered it all wrong.

Muddled them both up in my head.

Gentlemen, leave us, please.

On your own, with him?

We are old friends, Mr Jasper and I.

We'll get help. No!
Don't alert anyone.

Mr Jasper and I will do
very well here together.

I have dreamed so much about...

killing Edwin...

.and forgotten this.

Captain Drood's will left everything
to him, and nothing to you.

Oh, I never cared about the money.

Is there a circle of hell
reserved especially for fathers

who do not love their children?

There ought to be.

And does it stand next to
the circle where eternal

damnation awaits the man
who killed his own father?

God will forgive you
if you are truly penitent.

For when the wicked man turneth away
from his wickedness... The wicked man!

The wicked man!

The wicked man
was a bastard boy of seven!

A boy of seven.

Sent away!

Sent away to learn to sing.

While a little, fat, fair baby,

a little, fat, fair, legitimate baby

sucked up all the love in the house
until there was none left over.

And yet...

when Captain Drood...
died the first time

in a mining accident in Egypt,

so they said...

I grieved.

But a year ago he came back?

HE SINGS SOFTLY

CLATTERING

Who's there?

Show yourself.

Sorry.

Father?

Father, is it really you?
Leave off me, Jack.

I've come looking for Edwin.

Where is my bright boy?

If... if he had written,

if he had given me any warning...

HE CHUCKLES

It's too late for me
to deceive myself.

I would have still killed him.

FATHER!

One kind word for me
would have saved him.

That old fool Durdles thought he'd
heard the cry of a murder victim.

But the old devil
uttered not a word.

It was I who cried out to
the heavens, at the loss

of all my hopes.
There is always hope in the Lord.

Not for me. I've killed my father.
But no matter, for

soon I will hang, and then
all will be darkness,

and silence, and
blissful forgetting.

But where is Ned?
Where is Ned's body? Jack!

Good God!

Jack.

Our father loved him but not me.

And together they robbed me
of every happiness.

I'm here.

You see? I've come back.

And I'm sorry.

I am so sorry.
The old man was a monster.

But that was the only human
creature that ever loved me.

Jack... And I killed him too.

No. No, look at him.

And so he haunts me.

And I am damned.

Edwin, take Rosa outside.
No, no, no. I want to see Jack.

I have to make everything well with
Jack. Do as I say. Is he up there?

Jack? Haven't you done enough harm?
Jack? Jack, it's me.

I'm coming up. No. No, you're
not, you're frightening him.

He thinks you're dead.
He's my brother. I can help him.

Oh, dear God! Rosa, Rosa! Quick,
you don't want to be here. Get help.

Get anyone! Run!

Jasper? Jasper?

There's no need to be afraid.

Pray with me. Pray with me now.

Choose the light.

Our Father who art in heaven...

Jasper, won't you join me?

Our Father who art in heaven...

Hallowed be thy name.
Hallowed be thy name.

Jack?

Thy kingdom come...

Thy will be done.

NO!

Thank you.

MR GREWGIOUS CLEARS THROAT

To Edwin, who once was lost,
and now is found.

And to his new life in Egypt.

To my brother, my partner,

you won't regret coming with me.

They will forget us.

They'll be in trouble if they do.

They'll bring home exotic brides
and cause consternation.

I do hope so!

Ahem, one final toast.

To our older brother, Jack...

and his fond memory.

To the man he might have been.

To Jack.

I was thinking... I wonder...
You first. No, you.

No, of course, me.

SHE GIGGLES

Rosa, quickly.

No, Helena!

Did I just ask you something?

No.

But I said yes anyway.