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