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0:00:09 > 0:00:10Where is she?
0:00:10 > 0:00:12HE RESPONDS IN HIS NATIVE TONGUE
0:00:12 > 0:00:15Where is she?
0:00:15 > 0:00:17Police. K Division.
0:00:17 > 0:00:20See! Now, where is she?
0:00:20 > 0:00:23HE RESPONDS IN HIS NATIVE TONGUE ..She not here.
0:00:31 > 0:00:33HUBBUB
0:00:33 > 0:00:34Move!
0:00:53 > 0:00:56HE GROANS
0:01:05 > 0:01:08INDISTINCT CHATTER
0:01:43 > 0:01:47HE SCREAMS
0:02:45 > 0:02:47DOOR SLAMS
0:02:52 > 0:02:54Oi! You buggers!
0:02:54 > 0:02:58Oh, you buggers. Hey, it's either peace or a clattering.
0:02:58 > 0:02:59Yours to say which.
0:02:59 > 0:03:01Don't let them out!
0:03:07 > 0:03:09GRUNTING AND WHISTLE BLOWING
0:03:14 > 0:03:16Sergeant Artherton sends his apologies, sir.
0:03:16 > 0:03:21Wonders if we might see our way clear of joining him downstairs.
0:03:21 > 0:03:23Billy club, if you please, Sergeant Drake.
0:03:26 > 0:03:29INDISTINCT SHOUTING
0:03:32 > 0:03:33Service!
0:03:35 > 0:03:37Move out of the way. Get out of the way!
0:03:45 > 0:03:48Reid! Again? How the hell is a man supposed to work
0:03:48 > 0:03:50amid such an uproar?
0:03:51 > 0:03:53Inner peace, Captain.
0:03:56 > 0:03:58Are you just going to stand there, are you?
0:03:58 > 0:03:59Marriage, Drake...
0:04:01 > 0:04:03perhaps it's slackened you.
0:04:14 > 0:04:16Inspector, that is the third time this month.
0:04:16 > 0:04:18H Division is overwhelmed, sir.
0:04:18 > 0:04:22Artherton... All respect for badge and uniform is lost.
0:04:22 > 0:04:24We must have order, sir, and therefore must have more men.
0:04:24 > 0:04:26Artherton... That or a Gatling gun.
0:04:26 > 0:04:28Artherton... I know not which costs less.
0:04:28 > 0:04:30Artherton, it is in hand.
0:04:30 > 0:04:32Hmm, it's been that way a while now, sir.
0:04:32 > 0:04:35The facts remain - we have neither the funds, nor the reputation.
0:04:35 > 0:04:37Inspector Reid. Yes?
0:04:37 > 0:04:38Rumpus up on Chicksand.
0:04:38 > 0:04:40A man lies impaled on iron railings there.
0:04:40 > 0:04:42Then send him to hospital, man. Or the morgue.
0:04:42 > 0:04:44Sir, it is a copper...
0:04:44 > 0:04:45and he lives yet.
0:04:46 > 0:04:49SHOUTING He's a copper! A stuck pig.
0:04:49 > 0:04:51Hold that mob back!
0:04:51 > 0:04:54GUNSHOT Leave that man where he lies!
0:04:54 > 0:04:56Stand aside. Back, damn you!
0:04:56 > 0:04:58If we take him from the rail, he's going to bleed out in seconds.
0:04:58 > 0:05:00MOB MEMBER: A pig on a stick!
0:05:00 > 0:05:03Maurice? Maurice Linklater?!
0:05:03 > 0:05:04You fetch an ironmonger and hacksaw.
0:05:04 > 0:05:06You know him? Now!
0:05:06 > 0:05:08Yes. Detective Sergeant, K Division.
0:05:08 > 0:05:13K? What is it puts a Limehouse man on a spike in Whitechapel?
0:05:13 > 0:05:15Linklater, hold fast, we shall see you right.
0:05:15 > 0:05:18HE GROANS That's it. Jackson - morphine.
0:05:18 > 0:05:20By your budgeting? I got laudanum.
0:05:20 > 0:05:21Oh, God.
0:05:24 > 0:05:25All right, we've got you.
0:05:25 > 0:05:27All right, sir.
0:05:27 > 0:05:29We're going to need a foot or two still in him,
0:05:29 > 0:05:32so you're going to saw right here - clean and quick.
0:05:32 > 0:05:34LINKLATER WAILS IN PAIN More juice, give him more juice!
0:05:34 > 0:05:36That was all I had and that was enough to drown a bear.
0:05:36 > 0:05:38Sergeant, you are to travel with him.
0:05:38 > 0:05:41On arrival at the hospital, they are to understand he is a policeman.
0:05:41 > 0:05:44Insist on Mr Treves. If he is not in surgery within the hour,
0:05:44 > 0:05:45I shall have heads!
0:05:45 > 0:05:46Yes, sir.
0:05:46 > 0:05:49Hold still, Maurice. Hold still.
0:05:49 > 0:05:51SAW RASPS
0:06:06 > 0:06:08HE WHISTLES
0:06:11 > 0:06:12Morphine.
0:06:12 > 0:06:14Get it analysed, get certain.
0:06:20 > 0:06:21Not the girl she once was.
0:06:26 > 0:06:29At least she profits, however.
0:06:29 > 0:06:30A tart then?
0:06:31 > 0:06:34Little sign of a struggle before he went through the glass.
0:06:36 > 0:06:37When the rail lanced him...
0:06:39 > 0:06:41..the wound was direct, almost perpendicular -
0:06:41 > 0:06:44back through front.
0:06:44 > 0:06:45It went through clean.
0:06:45 > 0:06:48INDISTINCT SHOUTING
0:06:49 > 0:06:50Fell down straight.
0:06:50 > 0:06:52And he is, I would say, approaching 200 pounds,
0:06:52 > 0:06:54so we must assume that he was...
0:06:57 > 0:06:59..projected by more than one man.
0:07:00 > 0:07:01Unless he flew.
0:07:13 > 0:07:15One hour more, they'd have lit a fire,
0:07:15 > 0:07:17used that rail for a spit and ate him.
0:07:17 > 0:07:20A policeman so violently humiliated,
0:07:20 > 0:07:23a street thronging to celebrate - a culprit must be found.
0:07:23 > 0:07:25And a meaty correction delivered
0:07:25 > 0:07:28so that this multitude may see it swift and clear.
0:07:28 > 0:07:31LINKLATER CRIES OUT IN PAIN
0:07:31 > 0:07:33I'm here with you, Maurice.
0:07:33 > 0:07:35Bennet Drake?
0:07:35 > 0:07:37Is that you? Yes, it is, brother.
0:07:37 > 0:07:40Then I must be in the shit. What happened back there, Maurice?
0:07:40 > 0:07:45CHURCH BELL RINGS Passing Christchurch now, ain't we?
0:07:45 > 0:07:47We are. You remember that verger?
0:07:47 > 0:07:49Verger?
0:07:49 > 0:07:52Ackford, yeah.
0:07:52 > 0:07:53Took us a week to fill that barrel.
0:07:53 > 0:07:55Sold him piss for apple cider, eh?
0:07:58 > 0:07:59We're none of us the boys we were.
0:07:59 > 0:08:03HE CRIES OUT IN PAIN I'm asking again,
0:08:03 > 0:08:05what befell you, brother?
0:08:05 > 0:08:06These streets.
0:08:09 > 0:08:10The sufferings felt here,
0:08:10 > 0:08:12as nothing to what comes.
0:08:15 > 0:08:17It will fall...
0:08:18 > 0:08:21..like the Red Sea. Like the Red Sea, Bennie.
0:08:30 > 0:08:32Right, hold him steady. Take the brace.
0:08:32 > 0:08:36GROANING AND INDISTINCT COMMANDS
0:08:36 > 0:08:38Hold still, sir.
0:08:43 > 0:08:46I want that man scrubbed and prepared now, Jarvis. Mr Treves.
0:08:46 > 0:08:47Inspector. My thanks.
0:08:47 > 0:08:49A man of your skill - this man is lucky.
0:08:49 > 0:08:51We shall see about that. LINKLATER: More, by Christ.
0:08:51 > 0:08:54That morphine barely touched him. Another dose, then the chloroform.
0:08:57 > 0:09:00As we travelled here, and it made no sense, sir,
0:09:00 > 0:09:04but he spoke of something coming,
0:09:04 > 0:09:06like a wave of suffering.
0:09:06 > 0:09:08His meaning?
0:09:08 > 0:09:09He spoke no more of it.
0:09:09 > 0:09:12Leastwise nothing that might be made sense of.
0:09:14 > 0:09:18But he was frighted, sir, and earnest in that fright.
0:09:18 > 0:09:19We must hope he lives.
0:09:19 > 0:09:22There is no man better to save him than this man Treves, here.
0:09:22 > 0:09:24First appendicectomy this country has seen,
0:09:24 > 0:09:27performed right here at his hands, June '88.
0:09:27 > 0:09:29This is Treves, eh? Mm-hm.
0:09:32 > 0:09:34Hmm, he's very good.
0:09:34 > 0:09:38TREVES: Inspector, your American will extinguish his cheroot this moment.
0:09:45 > 0:09:46Hey!
0:09:47 > 0:09:49Treves.
0:09:49 > 0:09:51Mr American?
0:09:51 > 0:09:53That man's sternum, is that a bruise, there?
0:09:53 > 0:09:55It is.
0:09:55 > 0:09:57It's about the size of a fist, you might say?
0:09:57 > 0:09:59I might.
0:09:59 > 0:10:00You observe any other trauma on the body?
0:10:01 > 0:10:04Aside from the self-evident,
0:10:04 > 0:10:07historical shattering of the patella and upper thigh, here,
0:10:07 > 0:10:09some infection, pock-marking.
0:10:09 > 0:10:13Prior needling, most like for management of this knee's pain.
0:10:13 > 0:10:15Now, may I continue?
0:10:15 > 0:10:16Yeah, knock yourself out.
0:10:19 > 0:10:22You described those rooms, who we might imagine the tenant to be?
0:10:24 > 0:10:27I was...getting there. Erm...
0:10:29 > 0:10:32Well, we questioned whether Maurice, here,
0:10:32 > 0:10:35went there with his badge out or with something else altogether.
0:10:35 > 0:10:37You'll let me through, God damn it!
0:10:37 > 0:10:39DOOR CLATTERS OPEN
0:10:39 > 0:10:41Maurice, do you live?
0:10:41 > 0:10:44Inspector Shine, you will remove yourself and Sergeant Barton
0:10:44 > 0:10:46from my operating theatre
0:10:46 > 0:10:48or I shall remove your nose from your face.
0:10:48 > 0:10:50Are we understood?
0:10:51 > 0:10:52Inspector.
0:10:54 > 0:10:55We need to talk, Edmund.
0:10:59 > 0:11:01If it was a case that brought him to Whitechapel and this woman...
0:11:01 > 0:11:03Who's to say it was not?
0:11:03 > 0:11:05..then I would have the file, Jedediah.
0:11:05 > 0:11:09File? Hmm. You think it only H Division that faces down mayhem?
0:11:09 > 0:11:12That we at Limehouse do nought but dunk biscuits in our tea?
0:11:12 > 0:11:15Besides, as you know,
0:11:15 > 0:11:18we lack your taste for clerical work, Inspector.
0:11:18 > 0:11:21This crime, a policeman,
0:11:21 > 0:11:24we must be seen to be remorseless in our pursuit of it.
0:11:24 > 0:11:25Then I am ideal.
0:11:25 > 0:11:28While you take your hand-lens and your great brains
0:11:28 > 0:11:31and apply it to whatever chimes in those rooms,
0:11:31 > 0:11:34I shall pull up every paving stone from Chicksand to Pennyfields.
0:11:34 > 0:11:37Wherever this Chinky miss hides,
0:11:37 > 0:11:40she will be found and rattled for the truth of it
0:11:40 > 0:11:41till her teeth drop out.
0:11:44 > 0:11:45May I speak with him, Treves?
0:11:45 > 0:11:47You may not and must not.
0:11:47 > 0:11:49Most like he will still die.
0:11:49 > 0:11:51But what little chance he has of surviving,
0:11:51 > 0:11:52it's only rest that will secure it,
0:11:52 > 0:11:55rest and peace.
0:11:55 > 0:11:56Am I understood, inspectors?
0:12:00 > 0:12:03All that we need from the rooms on Chicksand shall now
0:12:03 > 0:12:04have been returned to Leman Street.
0:12:09 > 0:12:12Good day to you, Mr Merrick.
0:12:12 > 0:12:15Good day to you, Inspector.
0:12:15 > 0:12:18No-one never told you it's rude to stare?
0:12:18 > 0:12:19Reid knows the Elephant Man?
0:12:19 > 0:12:22That's Mr Merrick to you.
0:12:22 > 0:12:25On rare occasion, he may travel and leave the city for a while.
0:12:25 > 0:12:28When he does, the men at H Division provide escort.
0:12:28 > 0:12:29Good day, sir.
0:12:29 > 0:12:31Good...good day to you.
0:12:33 > 0:12:35Mr Merrick.
0:12:35 > 0:12:36He's a friend of yours, Reid?
0:12:36 > 0:12:39I wouldn't say that. I admire him, though.
0:12:39 > 0:12:40His life, the suffering,
0:12:40 > 0:12:42forced to wear without what others hide within
0:12:42 > 0:12:46and yet I have never known him less than courteous, considerate, hopeful.
0:12:46 > 0:12:49The two of you back to Leman Street, make a start.
0:12:49 > 0:12:50Where are you going?
0:12:50 > 0:12:51If that woman was indeed tart,
0:12:51 > 0:12:54there is but one individual who I would trust help me identify her.
0:12:54 > 0:12:57So, I go to take tea with your wife.
0:13:08 > 0:13:12The day a girl like that goes unnoticed here, well,
0:13:12 > 0:13:14I shall be seeking other employment, myself.
0:13:14 > 0:13:16And yet she refused your entreaties?
0:13:16 > 0:13:19Indeed.
0:13:19 > 0:13:20Two years past,
0:13:20 > 0:13:23recently disembarked from a Hong Kong steamer,
0:13:23 > 0:13:25she turned her pretty nose up and assured me
0:13:25 > 0:13:27she had no call to demean herself,
0:13:27 > 0:13:29so I quite took offence, Inspector.
0:13:29 > 0:13:31I'm sure.
0:13:31 > 0:13:35She travelled beneath the moniker Blush -
0:13:35 > 0:13:37Blush Pang.
0:13:37 > 0:13:39Beautiful.
0:13:39 > 0:13:41And she made no hint, then, of how it was
0:13:41 > 0:13:43she expected to support herself?
0:13:43 > 0:13:46None. Although she clearly lacked the sufficient low self-esteem
0:13:46 > 0:13:49to send herself to a sweatshop or scullery.
0:13:50 > 0:13:54But, Inspector, I had no doubt of her ability to do so.
0:13:54 > 0:13:56Support herself, that is.
0:13:58 > 0:13:59Before you go...
0:14:07 > 0:14:09Charity, will you fetch Mr Reid's shirts?
0:14:09 > 0:14:12You will let me know if there is anything else you require -
0:14:12 > 0:14:15some fruit, a chop for your larder.
0:14:15 > 0:14:17Oh, I manage quite well, thank you. Of course.
0:14:22 > 0:14:23Thank you, sir.
0:14:26 > 0:14:28This, madam...this remains...
0:14:28 > 0:14:30Between ourselves.
0:14:30 > 0:14:31He knows nothing.
0:15:04 > 0:15:06Blush Pang - the girl's name.
0:15:06 > 0:15:08No bawd, I am told.
0:15:08 > 0:15:11Then those funds raised how?
0:15:11 > 0:15:13He confers with his kinsman.
0:15:13 > 0:15:15(Quiet, sh.)
0:15:18 > 0:15:20Miss Pang's morphine.
0:15:20 > 0:15:23Getting it analysed, getting certain.
0:15:23 > 0:15:25The station house is a pit of filth, Reid.
0:15:25 > 0:15:28Fine, I shall add rat-catcher to the roll of staff
0:15:28 > 0:15:30Sergeant Artherton craves, shall I?
0:15:30 > 0:15:32Does he offer anything else, beyond complaint?
0:15:32 > 0:15:34Oh, he does. Our surgeon has a theory.
0:15:34 > 0:15:37Indeed? Let's hear it, then.
0:15:38 > 0:15:40Drake's friend Linklater,
0:15:40 > 0:15:42the distance flown from window to rail,
0:15:42 > 0:15:44we've assumed more than one assailant. We have.
0:15:44 > 0:15:47And yet the lack of disturbance in the room,
0:15:47 > 0:15:50absence of other recent trauma to the body,
0:15:50 > 0:15:51as we've discussed,
0:15:51 > 0:15:53he's not the stripe of man to go down without a struggle.
0:15:53 > 0:15:55He is not. And so?
0:15:55 > 0:15:56Ten years past,
0:15:56 > 0:16:00I spent a winter crewing sea-draggers out of San Francisco.
0:16:00 > 0:16:02It's a hard life, I wouldn't commend it to anyone.
0:16:02 > 0:16:03Even you, Drake.
0:16:03 > 0:16:06Get to it, Captain. I am, Reid.
0:16:07 > 0:16:08Frisco...
0:16:09 > 0:16:13..shitty weather, ugly women
0:16:13 > 0:16:15and working the Pacific Railroad.
0:16:15 > 0:16:17Celestials.
0:16:17 > 0:16:19Chinamen.
0:16:19 > 0:16:21And one such I knew.
0:16:21 > 0:16:23He was a monk, they said,
0:16:23 > 0:16:25though he drank and whored like a man running from God,
0:16:25 > 0:16:27not the reverse.
0:16:27 > 0:16:30This monk, he had a particular way of raising funds -
0:16:30 > 0:16:31circus tricks, in the main.
0:16:31 > 0:16:33But one night, I saw him do things with his body
0:16:33 > 0:16:35that ought not to be done -
0:16:35 > 0:16:37bricks broken on the back of his neck,
0:16:37 > 0:16:40timber cleaved in two
0:16:40 > 0:16:42with one blow of his fist,
0:16:42 > 0:16:43men struck...
0:16:45 > 0:16:46..here,
0:16:46 > 0:16:48knocked clean off their toes,
0:16:48 > 0:16:49thrown two, three yards.
0:16:52 > 0:16:53Damnedest thing I ever saw.
0:16:53 > 0:16:57And the only mark on Sergeant Linklater's body
0:16:57 > 0:17:00was a circular bruise to the sternum.
0:17:02 > 0:17:05You ever punch a man clean off his feet, Sergeant?
0:17:05 > 0:17:06With respect, sir, if I had,
0:17:06 > 0:17:09I wouldn't be here coppering my life away, would I?
0:17:09 > 0:17:10No.
0:17:12 > 0:17:15So you suggest, then, that there may be one such man here,
0:17:15 > 0:17:16now, among us?
0:17:16 > 0:17:19If so, what took him to Miss Pang's rooms
0:17:19 > 0:17:21to throw your friend from her window?
0:17:30 > 0:17:32Gaming chit for Chinese dominoes.
0:17:32 > 0:17:35Is this how she profits?
0:17:35 > 0:17:37Do you know any oriental gaming houses, Sergeant?
0:17:37 > 0:17:39A man does not have to search far.
0:17:39 > 0:17:41There's only two streets of China in this city.
0:17:41 > 0:17:43They both fall within the beat of your man Linklater.
0:18:37 > 0:18:41HUBBUB
0:19:24 > 0:19:26HE KNOCKS ON DOOR
0:19:29 > 0:19:30TRANSLATION:
0:19:57 > 0:20:00HUBBUB
0:20:29 > 0:20:32INDISTINCT CALLS AND CHATTER
0:20:43 > 0:20:46These men are collected on the docksides of Hong Kong, Macau,
0:20:46 > 0:20:49waged sleepless on British India steamships.
0:20:50 > 0:20:52They are 200 now, their number grows with every docking.
0:20:52 > 0:20:55Why do they not go home?
0:20:55 > 0:20:57It's the same the world over,
0:20:57 > 0:21:00the Chinatowns of Manila, Frisco, San Diego,
0:21:00 > 0:21:01they can't.
0:21:01 > 0:21:03They are worked and abandoned.
0:21:03 > 0:21:06No promise of return, no knowledge of how to survive here.
0:21:06 > 0:21:09It is a purgatory, which grows by increment.
0:21:10 > 0:21:13Lost men gather here and find what they can.
0:21:13 > 0:21:14Whilst others profit.
0:21:16 > 0:21:19SHOUTING AND CALLING
0:21:24 > 0:21:26Stand aside, H Division.
0:21:34 > 0:21:37WOMAN SOBS
0:21:37 > 0:21:39INDISTINCT CHATTER
0:21:39 > 0:21:41Men of Whitechapel.
0:21:41 > 0:21:42Come for dominoes, have we?
0:21:42 > 0:21:44The rooms Linklater was thrown from,
0:21:44 > 0:21:47the woman there goes by the name of Blush Pang.
0:21:47 > 0:21:50Evidence collected there brings us here.
0:21:51 > 0:21:55Of those interviewed, we are told this is the work of but...
0:21:55 > 0:21:56one man.
0:21:56 > 0:22:00THEY GROAN AND COUGH
0:22:00 > 0:22:01Reid!
0:22:02 > 0:22:05Edmund, this is a K Division case.
0:22:05 > 0:22:08Then best you listen to my American, Jedediah.
0:22:15 > 0:22:18Look at him, slumped in his shorts.
0:22:18 > 0:22:21You think him caught getting his jollifications?
0:22:21 > 0:22:22Of a kind.
0:22:24 > 0:22:27Pockmarks. Same manner found on your sergeant.
0:22:27 > 0:22:28And your point?
0:22:28 > 0:22:29This here had a taste,
0:22:29 > 0:22:32it's the same as taken from the woman Pang's apartments.
0:22:32 > 0:22:37This needling, you think morphine-mania joins the two men?
0:22:37 > 0:22:38No.
0:22:38 > 0:22:40No!
0:22:40 > 0:22:42Besides, no law is broke.
0:22:42 > 0:22:45He may freely take morphine for the pain of that knee,
0:22:45 > 0:22:48allow himself respite so as to go about his work untroubled,
0:22:48 > 0:22:50such as protecting this woman from an attacker.
0:22:50 > 0:22:52Whichever, Sergeant.
0:22:52 > 0:22:54But now, this man becomes relevant.
0:22:54 > 0:22:55So who is he?
0:22:59 > 0:23:01This...German. "Florian Janker?"
0:23:01 > 0:23:03That a language you know, Edmund?
0:23:03 > 0:23:06No. But this, "Barmen",
0:23:06 > 0:23:08it is a town in Germany.
0:23:08 > 0:23:10And this, "60"...
0:23:10 > 0:23:11Birthday gift?
0:23:11 > 0:23:13He look 60 to you, Captain?
0:23:13 > 0:23:15Not a day over 35.
0:23:17 > 0:23:20Got something here, caught in his spinal column.
0:23:24 > 0:23:26Cut with such venom, the blade sheared.
0:23:32 > 0:23:34Is that Chinese? Show me.
0:23:37 > 0:23:38I know that sign.
0:23:38 > 0:23:41The Three Harmonies Society, or Triads.
0:23:41 > 0:23:44That's some special purpose knowledge there, Chief.
0:23:44 > 0:23:46Ten years Hong Kong Police. Were you not, Jedediah?
0:23:46 > 0:23:48This action here,
0:23:48 > 0:23:49it is a land grab.
0:23:50 > 0:23:54One clan hoping to place influence over another.
0:23:54 > 0:23:55Whatever his motivations,
0:23:55 > 0:23:58it is this which Sergeant Linklater found himself amidst,
0:23:58 > 0:24:02this which laid claim to our German, here.
0:24:02 > 0:24:03This is not China.
0:24:03 > 0:24:05No, Edmund, it is London.
0:24:05 > 0:24:09And this here - nothing but our chickens come home to roost.
0:24:09 > 0:24:11London is our Empire's heart
0:24:11 > 0:24:13but the East End, its arsehole.
0:24:13 > 0:24:14Its sins,
0:24:14 > 0:24:17committed out in the subjugated world yonder,
0:24:17 > 0:24:20they are shat out right here.
0:24:22 > 0:24:24I shall turn this town over, Edmund.
0:24:25 > 0:24:28No matter my Sergeant's sins - whoever did this,
0:24:28 > 0:24:31I shall dig them out and see to their pacifying.
0:24:34 > 0:24:36You men can see yourselves home, I'm sure.
0:25:34 > 0:25:37No, no, no, do not disturb for me.
0:25:37 > 0:25:39You concentrate.
0:25:43 > 0:25:46You do not wish your wife to fetch your dinner for you?
0:25:46 > 0:25:49Fetched me own for many a year now, you know.
0:25:49 > 0:25:51I am stuck in my ways.
0:25:56 > 0:25:57Come here.
0:26:04 > 0:26:06Where did you learn such skill?
0:26:06 > 0:26:07I learn it now, didn't I?
0:26:09 > 0:26:11Then you master it fast.
0:26:18 > 0:26:21Something tugs at you, Bennet.
0:26:21 > 0:26:22Does it not?
0:26:25 > 0:26:27It's an old friend of mine,
0:26:27 > 0:26:29one I have not seen for too many years.
0:26:29 > 0:26:31Police, he is,
0:26:31 > 0:26:33and lies now, near death, at the London.
0:26:33 > 0:26:35He was attacked. But...
0:26:36 > 0:26:38..there are those who believe
0:26:38 > 0:26:41Maurice bound in some way to his attacker,
0:26:41 > 0:26:42a way that does him no credit.
0:26:46 > 0:26:48I have no old friends close to me...
0:26:50 > 0:26:54..no-one to remember me as I was,
0:26:54 > 0:26:56before Long Susan found me.
0:26:59 > 0:27:01Only you, Bennet.
0:27:02 > 0:27:04You make me what I am now.
0:27:06 > 0:27:08If you wish to go help your friend...
0:27:09 > 0:27:10..you do so.
0:27:16 > 0:27:19LONG SUSAN: Whitechapel is not Chinatown. No, it's worse.
0:27:19 > 0:27:20At the very least,
0:27:20 > 0:27:23those men know what they want most out of this life. And that is?
0:27:23 > 0:27:26To leave this place, goddamn it.
0:27:26 > 0:27:27You and me...
0:27:30 > 0:27:31..we got the funds.
0:27:33 > 0:27:38One mile from here, there are ships that could deliver us to Shanghai,
0:27:38 > 0:27:40Siam, Mandalay!
0:27:42 > 0:27:44All our enemies are dead and gone, darling.
0:27:44 > 0:27:47There's no call to hide any longer.
0:27:47 > 0:27:51However, these corridors have come to feel like home, now. Home?
0:27:51 > 0:27:54What the hell is home? Home is a brickwork anchor.
0:27:54 > 0:27:57What about Reid? You would just leave him?
0:27:57 > 0:27:59He's welcome to tag along.
0:27:59 > 0:28:01What and leave this place?
0:28:01 > 0:28:02He would stop breathing.
0:28:02 > 0:28:03Then screw him.
0:28:03 > 0:28:06It's you and me, darling,
0:28:06 > 0:28:08it's the dream that joined us. Remember?
0:28:11 > 0:28:13Of course I remember.
0:28:55 > 0:28:57I'd sit with him a whiles.
0:29:00 > 0:29:03LABOURED BREATHING
0:29:03 > 0:29:05Maurice?
0:29:12 > 0:29:13Hello?
0:29:16 > 0:29:18What've you been about, Maurice?
0:29:52 > 0:29:56Oh, Mr Merrick, my apologies.
0:29:56 > 0:29:57I didn't...
0:29:59 > 0:30:02You have been out walking, sir?
0:30:02 > 0:30:07LABOURED: The hospital garden is a little more peaceful at this hour.
0:30:07 > 0:30:09And you?
0:30:09 > 0:30:12I...I visit a friend, sir.
0:30:12 > 0:30:14Mr Linklater?
0:30:14 > 0:30:19Mr Treves says that there is hope for him.
0:30:19 > 0:30:22Of a kind, sir... Yes.
0:30:23 > 0:30:25Good night. Good night.
0:30:44 > 0:30:46Sir.
0:30:46 > 0:30:49I found this in Sergeant Linklater's personals.
0:30:51 > 0:30:53It's a cargo docket.
0:30:54 > 0:30:56300 pounds of raw tar opium.
0:30:57 > 0:30:59Hong Kong to London
0:30:59 > 0:31:01and a name here - Pang.
0:31:01 > 0:31:03For collection by Maurice Linklater.
0:31:09 > 0:31:11Sergeant, opium is not yet contraband.
0:31:11 > 0:31:15If your friend... Friendship is trust, sir,
0:31:15 > 0:31:17and I do trust him no longer.
0:31:18 > 0:31:20So are we to assume her his taskmaster?
0:31:20 > 0:31:22Taking orders from a woman?
0:31:22 > 0:31:23He's not the breed of man for that.
0:31:23 > 0:31:25What breed is he?
0:31:25 > 0:31:28The kind to co-ordinate this trade himself?
0:31:28 > 0:31:30That's not the Maurice I know.
0:31:30 > 0:31:32He is a follower, not a captain.
0:32:31 > 0:32:33Miss Pang's opium.
0:32:35 > 0:32:36Oh, Maurice.
0:32:55 > 0:32:58FLOOR CREAKS
0:33:01 > 0:33:03DRAKE CRIES OUT
0:33:25 > 0:33:26Fighter policeman.
0:33:28 > 0:33:29Wait!
0:33:29 > 0:33:31What is it you want? Where is she?
0:33:31 > 0:33:33Blush? I know not. I seek her also.
0:33:33 > 0:33:34You lie.
0:33:34 > 0:33:38The man you work for, who has her order this opium, he keeps her.
0:33:38 > 0:33:41I work for no-one, I work for no-one, unlike you, sir,
0:33:41 > 0:33:43here on order of the Three Harmonies Society
0:33:43 > 0:33:45to steal Blush Pang's trade.
0:33:48 > 0:33:49I'm here to take my sister home...
0:33:49 > 0:33:54Sister? ..to restore honour to her mother and father.
0:33:54 > 0:33:55Where do you hide her? Wait!
0:33:55 > 0:33:57One man is murdered by your hand,
0:33:57 > 0:33:59another is sure to go that way soon. Would you add another?
0:33:59 > 0:34:02One dead British policeman - one less evil in this world.
0:34:02 > 0:34:06It was a policeman who stole her, many years ago.
0:34:06 > 0:34:07A British policeman?
0:34:07 > 0:34:10In Hong Kong? My sister, where is she?
0:34:10 > 0:34:13Your sister was brought here to trade opium.
0:34:13 > 0:34:16The man you hunt, the man that brought your sister here,
0:34:16 > 0:34:18is not this man.
0:34:42 > 0:34:44Are you well?
0:34:44 > 0:34:45I'm all right, sir.
0:34:53 > 0:34:55You heard that, Sergeant?
0:34:57 > 0:35:00Inspector Jedediah Shine -
0:35:00 > 0:35:03ten years Hong Kong Police before he landed at Limehouse.
0:35:03 > 0:35:05A man so respected.
0:35:05 > 0:35:08And so eager to blind me to the truth.
0:35:23 > 0:35:25I begin to wonder
0:35:25 > 0:35:30if we should not do what we can to obscure ourselves.
0:35:33 > 0:35:35TRANSLATION:
0:35:45 > 0:35:46The man...
0:35:48 > 0:35:50..is a suet pudding.
0:35:51 > 0:35:53He who wrecked The Pearl last night, however...
0:35:56 > 0:35:58..it is your brother come to find you, is it not?
0:36:01 > 0:36:03What does he want here?
0:36:20 > 0:36:22He may kill you.
0:36:24 > 0:36:26Then it is all gravy.
0:36:26 > 0:36:29For I would surely die without you...
0:36:29 > 0:36:31my dear.
0:36:41 > 0:36:43BELL RINGS
0:36:47 > 0:36:49Had a bill in the post, have we?
0:36:51 > 0:36:53Duggan, you cannot do this.
0:36:53 > 0:36:55HE SIGHS
0:36:55 > 0:36:57Do you forget, Miss Hart?
0:36:58 > 0:37:01You, your life here...
0:37:03 > 0:37:06..every success you might measure,
0:37:06 > 0:37:09none of it...none of it would have come to pass
0:37:09 > 0:37:11without my generosity.
0:37:11 > 0:37:15As your landlord and benefactor, I can do what I like,
0:37:15 > 0:37:16because I own you.
0:37:18 > 0:37:20And what a pretty parcel to own.
0:37:24 > 0:37:27Ah, Mr Reid, news for you. The Kraut you sent word for...
0:37:27 > 0:37:29Yes? ..some kind of chemist.
0:37:29 > 0:37:30Chemist?! Indeed.
0:37:30 > 0:37:33I passed the communication to Captain Jackson.
0:37:33 > 0:37:34He seemed quite taken with it, sir.
0:37:43 > 0:37:46Florian Janker - Bayer Laboratories, murdered March '88.
0:37:46 > 0:37:49Only suspect is Johan Carsten, aged 31 at the time.
0:37:51 > 0:37:53So this must be Carsten?
0:37:53 > 0:37:56Says here he worked at Bayer Laboratories also.
0:37:56 > 0:37:58He's a chemist,
0:37:58 > 0:38:00not accomplished but a chemist nonetheless.
0:38:02 > 0:38:06My friend here got me curious.
0:38:06 > 0:38:09The one you treated to Miss Pang's morphine?
0:38:09 > 0:38:10If it was morphine.
0:38:11 > 0:38:14He's been...testy.
0:38:14 > 0:38:16More so than you might expect.
0:38:16 > 0:38:18Imagine Drake, here, with a rash on his conkers -
0:38:18 > 0:38:20that but worse.
0:38:20 > 0:38:22Had me confounded
0:38:22 > 0:38:24until that man.
0:38:25 > 0:38:27A chemist found,
0:38:27 > 0:38:30cut down whilst in the company of a woman,
0:38:30 > 0:38:31Blush Pang...
0:38:33 > 0:38:36..his thighs puckered with signs of this substance.
0:38:36 > 0:38:39The same substance we believe Maurice Linklater may have taken.
0:38:40 > 0:38:42And you...
0:38:42 > 0:38:44have reverse-engineered it.
0:38:45 > 0:38:48I have. And so what is it?
0:38:48 > 0:38:49Syringe, please.
0:38:49 > 0:38:52Let's find out why people are killing each other over this juice.
0:39:07 > 0:39:08And some privacy.
0:39:50 > 0:39:53LONG SUSAN: Can you say it? (Can you say it?)
0:39:53 > 0:39:56Can you say it? (Can you say it?)
0:39:59 > 0:40:02(I can. I can.)
0:40:02 > 0:40:05(Then say it.)
0:40:16 > 0:40:18MUFFLED: Jackson!
0:40:18 > 0:40:22You listen to me, you listen good.
0:40:22 > 0:40:24Morphine...
0:40:24 > 0:40:27takes the body with tenfold the power of opium.
0:40:27 > 0:40:29This stuff...
0:40:32 > 0:40:33..stronger still.
0:40:33 > 0:40:35It comes up in you like lava.
0:40:37 > 0:40:40Nothing for it but to surrender. But that step taken...
0:40:44 > 0:40:45Think of a cold morning...
0:40:47 > 0:40:49..ice on the inside of your window...
0:40:50 > 0:40:54..you're warm in your bed with a woman clasped beside you,
0:40:54 > 0:40:56no call to ever move more.
0:41:04 > 0:41:05Drink your coffee!
0:41:05 > 0:41:07Drink it!
0:41:09 > 0:41:12A man might have that, now, whenever he wished for it.
0:41:14 > 0:41:18It is life stripped of all judgment.
0:41:18 > 0:41:20No pain, no hunger,
0:41:20 > 0:41:23no sorrow, no tomorrow.
0:41:23 > 0:41:25Qualities much in demand hereabout.
0:41:25 > 0:41:27Morphine is dear, however.
0:41:27 > 0:41:30The cost of such a narcotic must be likewise.
0:41:30 > 0:41:33Not if it were cooked from the source, from the tar itself.
0:41:33 > 0:41:37Tar that is sat waiting for Maurice Linklater to collect it.
0:41:37 > 0:41:39And no law yet made is broke.
0:41:39 > 0:41:41Jedediah Shine's lackeys may set up stall
0:41:41 > 0:41:43outside this station house, should they choose.
0:41:43 > 0:41:46What Linklater spoke to you of in the carriage, a wave of suffering...
0:41:46 > 0:41:48Falling like the red sea.
0:41:48 > 0:41:49Reid, this gear gets sold cheap,
0:41:49 > 0:41:51the men and women of this quarter
0:41:51 > 0:41:54are going to grind their children for bread to find spending for it.
0:41:54 > 0:41:55No. Not here,
0:41:55 > 0:41:57not whilst I breathe.
0:41:57 > 0:41:59Linklater must talk to us.
0:42:00 > 0:42:04Jackson, this...this juice.
0:42:04 > 0:42:06Is it really so simple to make?
0:42:06 > 0:42:07Even you might do so, Drake.
0:42:10 > 0:42:11Then make some more.
0:42:20 > 0:42:23DOOR HANDLE RATTLES
0:42:23 > 0:42:26Sergeant Linklater is to be left in peace, Mr Reid,
0:42:26 > 0:42:27as you well know.
0:42:33 > 0:42:34Do you know, Sergeant,
0:42:34 > 0:42:38when we first plucked you from that pike on Chicksand Street,
0:42:38 > 0:42:39I thought, above all,
0:42:39 > 0:42:43that the sanctity of this force must be protected.
0:42:43 > 0:42:46Because, to those who wish to live in peace hereabout,
0:42:46 > 0:42:49we must be their buttress to that aim.
0:42:51 > 0:42:53We found a powdered substance
0:42:53 > 0:42:55on the dressing table of a woman named Pang...
0:42:57 > 0:43:01..discovered its nature and made our own,
0:43:01 > 0:43:02here.
0:43:06 > 0:43:08I beg you, sir, give it to me.
0:43:08 > 0:43:11One or two questions answered
0:43:11 > 0:43:12and I shall.
0:43:14 > 0:43:17Stay here, get it all.
0:43:34 > 0:43:38Now, this is what I know already -
0:43:38 > 0:43:40this narcotic for which you clamour
0:43:40 > 0:43:43is about to be launched onto our streets.
0:43:43 > 0:43:45Do I have it right, Sergeant?
0:43:45 > 0:43:48You do, sir. Now, please, let me have it!
0:43:48 > 0:43:52No, not yet. The woman, Blush, Blush Pang,
0:43:52 > 0:43:55she supplies the opium dens on your watch?
0:43:55 > 0:43:57And then the German, Carsten,
0:43:57 > 0:44:00the chemist landed in your hands. What was it he sold you?
0:44:00 > 0:44:02A promised relief to the pain in your knee?
0:44:02 > 0:44:04MAURICE GROANS
0:44:04 > 0:44:07He spoke of a laboratory where he worked.
0:44:07 > 0:44:12Of what he himself had helped to make. A drug, like morphine,
0:44:12 > 0:44:14which they wished to develop.
0:44:14 > 0:44:16To be named heroin, sir.
0:44:16 > 0:44:21And he made this heroin for you and Miss Pang?
0:44:21 > 0:44:22The narcotic, where is it cooked?
0:44:25 > 0:44:30Benny, for all the years we have known each other - take pity on me.
0:44:32 > 0:44:33No, Maurice.
0:44:33 > 0:44:35You spoke of that suffering,
0:44:35 > 0:44:36knew the part you played in it.
0:44:36 > 0:44:38You had this coming.
0:44:38 > 0:44:42Now, you do what you can to make amends, and you speak.
0:44:43 > 0:44:46Benny! And your commander, Sergeant, you name him.
0:44:46 > 0:44:47And all his crimes.
0:44:49 > 0:44:50Benny, you've no idea...
0:44:50 > 0:44:53Come, Sergeant Drake, we waste too much time. No! No!
0:44:53 > 0:44:56Return, I'll tell you,
0:44:56 > 0:44:57I'll tell you everything.
0:44:59 > 0:45:02The cookhouse, where is it cooked?
0:45:02 > 0:45:03Chicksand. Chicksand!?
0:45:03 > 0:45:04Where we found you?
0:45:04 > 0:45:07Where?! The ginnels beneath, dug into the earth.
0:45:07 > 0:45:10Now, the commander.
0:45:10 > 0:45:13List his crimes so I may bring him down.
0:45:13 > 0:45:16It is not as if we do not know of his corruption.
0:45:16 > 0:45:19So you speak and make amends, Sergeant.
0:45:19 > 0:45:21We just need to hear the words.
0:45:21 > 0:45:25Only say it, Sergeant, say it.
0:45:25 > 0:45:27Juice first.
0:45:29 > 0:45:30Juice first.
0:45:52 > 0:45:54Now, confirm it.
0:45:54 > 0:45:55Confirm it.
0:45:57 > 0:45:59Confirm it! Maurice!
0:45:59 > 0:46:01Confirm it! Confirm it, damn you!
0:46:03 > 0:46:05Inspector Reid!
0:46:06 > 0:46:08You ignore my explicit instructions.
0:46:08 > 0:46:10This man is to be left in peace.
0:46:10 > 0:46:12This man bears great responsibility for the future welfare
0:46:12 > 0:46:14of this parish, Mr Treves.
0:46:14 > 0:46:15I must have his knowledge!
0:46:15 > 0:46:18And I must do all that I can to ensure his survival.
0:46:18 > 0:46:21Out, Inspector!
0:46:21 > 0:46:23This moment!
0:46:36 > 0:46:37All of it, get rid of it, all right.
0:46:39 > 0:46:40THEY SPEAK IN THEIR NATIVE TONGUE
0:46:48 > 0:46:50H Division. Now, you got a cookhouse here,
0:46:50 > 0:46:52you're going to tell me where it is!
0:46:52 > 0:46:54You're going to tell me where it is now!
0:47:05 > 0:47:08Don't tell me you don't know anything... Sergeant!
0:47:08 > 0:47:09Over here, boys!
0:47:13 > 0:47:14Nobody move!
0:47:20 > 0:47:23No law is broken here. This is a legitimate business.
0:47:23 > 0:47:24You are set on bringing
0:47:24 > 0:47:27a special kind of hell to these streets, Miss Pang...
0:47:27 > 0:47:28My streets!
0:47:28 > 0:47:32And here, my word is law. Get her in irons.
0:47:32 > 0:47:33SHE SCREAMS
0:47:34 > 0:47:36She is not for you to take.
0:47:36 > 0:47:40She is for me to return back to where she belongs.
0:47:40 > 0:47:43I don't think so, my friend. Not this time.
0:47:58 > 0:48:00SHE SHOUTS IN HER NATIVE TONGUE
0:48:47 > 0:48:49The hammer is cocked, friend.
0:48:51 > 0:48:53Quick as you are, brass is quicker.
0:48:53 > 0:48:55What is it you believe?
0:48:55 > 0:48:58That even if you fight your way 6,000 miles from here to Hong Kong,
0:48:58 > 0:49:01that you might there make of her the innocent she once was?
0:49:01 > 0:49:03There she will see China. She will know who she is.
0:49:05 > 0:49:06China itself is changing
0:49:06 > 0:49:08and is corrupted by this country here.
0:49:08 > 0:49:11A corruption that cannot now be reversed. As with her.
0:49:11 > 0:49:12For she now is London.
0:49:12 > 0:49:14And her heart, I suspect, as black as soot.
0:49:17 > 0:49:19CARRIAGE APPROACHES
0:49:25 > 0:49:26HORSES WHINNY
0:49:26 > 0:49:29Well, Inspector.
0:49:29 > 0:49:33Now, as ever, the great Edmund Reid is one step ahead of his rivals.
0:49:33 > 0:49:35What work you have done for your people.
0:49:35 > 0:49:38This narcotic, this creeping evil
0:49:38 > 0:49:40which otherwise would have broken lives.
0:49:40 > 0:49:45You are owed great thanks. My thanks also for delivering these two to me.
0:49:45 > 0:49:49In particular, this murdering pyjama-fighter.
0:49:49 > 0:49:51Cuffs, sir.
0:49:51 > 0:49:52Thank you, Constable.
0:49:54 > 0:49:55Jedediah.
0:49:58 > 0:50:01If you want him, you fight him.
0:50:01 > 0:50:04You are in Whitechapel now. My streets, my laws.
0:50:05 > 0:50:07If you have it in you?
0:50:07 > 0:50:09You take him.
0:50:14 > 0:50:15Be my guest.
0:50:23 > 0:50:27Wish me to fight for your entertainment, do you?
0:50:30 > 0:50:32Quite the Roman Emperor, ain't you?
0:50:39 > 0:50:41I am Jedediah Shine,
0:50:41 > 0:50:45ten years undefeated in all divisional competition.
0:50:45 > 0:50:48No man yet found drinks his tea blacker.
0:50:48 > 0:50:50CHEERING
0:50:53 > 0:50:56Know you only as my family's curse.
0:50:56 > 0:50:58I know you do.
0:50:58 > 0:51:01Fair enough. Fair enough.
0:51:07 > 0:51:11Word has it you are quite some tiger when your tail is pulled.
0:51:11 > 0:51:12What say I give it a tug?
0:51:41 > 0:51:44She was just a child and you stole her.
0:51:44 > 0:51:47That girl. She was never a child.
0:51:52 > 0:51:53HE MOANS
0:52:19 > 0:52:20Take them.
0:52:20 > 0:52:22You arrest her on what charge? She protected an officer.
0:52:22 > 0:52:26Whatever I choose. Murder? The theft of a boiled sweet?
0:52:26 > 0:52:29I care not. But you will not see her again, Jedediah.
0:52:29 > 0:52:31Not this young and lovely, leastwise.
0:52:39 > 0:52:40HE HISSES
0:52:40 > 0:52:43Do not think your wider corruption
0:52:43 > 0:52:46and avarice is obscured to me, Inspector.
0:52:46 > 0:52:48Or to the wider world in due course.
0:52:48 > 0:52:53Sergeant Linklater, a man covered in guilt and so close to death,
0:52:53 > 0:52:56he will ask for his grace one hour or the next.
0:53:25 > 0:53:27HE SNORES
0:53:48 > 0:53:49Inspector.
0:53:54 > 0:53:58I hear you've been getting loquacious.
0:53:58 > 0:54:00What was I to do, Inspector?
0:54:02 > 0:54:05I shake at how vulnerable you have become.
0:54:06 > 0:54:13And what else you might reveal to men such as Edmund Reid...
0:54:14 > 0:54:17..if denied your comfort.
0:54:17 > 0:54:21Jedediah, I swear on my life, I am your loyal soldier.
0:54:23 > 0:54:24I know it, sir.
0:54:32 > 0:54:35Which is why I ask you...
0:54:38 > 0:54:39..one last service.
0:54:39 > 0:54:40Name it.
0:54:42 > 0:54:48Well, you are to incriminate
0:54:48 > 0:54:50that inspector for me.
0:54:52 > 0:54:55That is a mighty dose, Jedediah.
0:54:55 > 0:54:57And you a mighty man,
0:54:57 > 0:54:58Maurice Linklater.
0:55:01 > 0:55:03MAURICE SIGHS
0:55:13 > 0:55:16MAURICE GROANS
0:55:18 > 0:55:19Clumsy bugger...
0:55:27 > 0:55:30MAURICE GROANS
0:55:57 > 0:56:00I know it painful, Sergeant, but it cannot be helped.
0:56:00 > 0:56:02Good men may go bad.
0:56:04 > 0:56:07Although I am yet to see a bad man go good.
0:56:08 > 0:56:10The world is unjust in that way.
0:56:10 > 0:56:12FRONT DOOR OPENS
0:56:12 > 0:56:13Indeed.
0:56:25 > 0:56:29My brothers, you do not send word for me to join you for a glass?
0:56:29 > 0:56:32A more sensitive soul might take insult.
0:56:32 > 0:56:34You have some brass coming in here.
0:56:35 > 0:56:39Do you not notice, Jedediah, that you are watched?
0:56:40 > 0:56:42That the people of this quarter follow all that you do.
0:56:42 > 0:56:46And they are right to follow me, Edmund.
0:56:46 > 0:56:47I lead well.
0:56:47 > 0:56:52No. You lead with venality, lies, corruption.
0:56:52 > 0:56:57And you are a fine one to speak, Edmund Upright.
0:56:57 > 0:56:59Pure as the driven, are you not?
0:56:59 > 0:57:01I make no claims for myself.
0:57:01 > 0:57:03Then how is a man to know you?
0:57:04 > 0:57:06By your actions alone?
0:57:08 > 0:57:09Oh.
0:57:11 > 0:57:12Word has not reached you?
0:57:13 > 0:57:16My sergeant has succumbed this night.
0:57:18 > 0:57:19From his injuries?
0:57:19 > 0:57:22Mr Treves is yet to decide. But...
0:57:23 > 0:57:27..there is word, Edmund, that you were come upon in my man's rooms.
0:57:27 > 0:57:29A syringe...
0:57:31 > 0:57:35..a dose of narcotics administered to Sergeant Linklater.
0:57:36 > 0:57:39I do not credit it myself.
0:57:39 > 0:57:40But Mr Treves...
0:57:42 > 0:57:44..he is a stickler for that version of the truth.
0:57:52 > 0:57:53Ta-ta, old cock.
0:58:06 > 0:58:08How do, Mr Merrick?
0:58:08 > 0:58:09Why the long face?
0:58:09 > 0:58:11You are a disgrace to badge and uniform.
0:58:14 > 0:58:16Talk of the wolf.
0:58:16 > 0:58:18You will not bring your Leman Street ways to this hospital again.
0:58:18 > 0:58:20But... No, sir!
0:58:20 > 0:58:21Re-enforcements.
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