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0:00:09 > 0:00:12LABOURED BREATHING
0:00:15 > 0:00:16SHE MOANS
0:00:18 > 0:00:19SHE GROANS
0:00:24 > 0:00:27Argh!
0:00:31 > 0:00:33Argh!
0:00:35 > 0:00:36Help!
0:00:38 > 0:00:42Get the beast out before it cleaves me in two!
0:00:42 > 0:00:45SHE SCREAMS
0:00:48 > 0:00:52Get your bastard hands inside me and tug the bugger free!
0:00:52 > 0:00:53Fetch Treves.
0:00:59 > 0:01:00Chloroform, now!
0:01:00 > 0:01:01Which nimgimmer's this, then?
0:01:01 > 0:01:04The one who's to cut you open, woman.
0:01:16 > 0:01:19BABY CRIES
0:01:28 > 0:01:30GURGLING
0:01:35 > 0:01:37FOOTSTEPS
0:02:01 > 0:02:04TRICKLING; SHE CRIES OUT
0:02:10 > 0:02:14Please, sir, he's mine. I beg you!
0:02:14 > 0:02:16Please do not take him from me!
0:02:19 > 0:02:21SHE SCREAMS
0:02:23 > 0:02:26Morning porter found her, at the foot of the Eastern Stair.
0:02:26 > 0:02:28She came to you when?
0:02:28 > 0:02:31A touch after eight this night last,
0:02:31 > 0:02:35as I prepared my testimony for the Linklater enquiry. She was filthy.
0:02:35 > 0:02:37Cursed like a stevedore.
0:02:37 > 0:02:42Her son delivered by Caesar one hour later and now removed.
0:02:42 > 0:02:45We know not where. Or by whom.
0:02:45 > 0:02:48Whoever pushed her down that stairwell, I should think.
0:02:48 > 0:02:50With a mother now dead, poor child,
0:02:50 > 0:02:52vulnerable does not quite cover it, Inspector.
0:02:52 > 0:02:53No belongings?
0:02:53 > 0:02:56Nothing to say her name or who might miss her now?
0:02:56 > 0:02:57None.
0:02:57 > 0:03:00Then she goes to my American at Leman Street.
0:03:00 > 0:03:03One last thing you should see.
0:03:06 > 0:03:08Sergeant, help me turn her.
0:03:09 > 0:03:11It may help identify her.
0:03:21 > 0:03:22Oh, blimey.
0:04:17 > 0:04:19Who's to say you are not beautiful?
0:04:21 > 0:04:23Wilson!
0:04:23 > 0:04:27Jedediah Shine lays his sergeant in earth this morning.
0:04:27 > 0:04:29Needs must, our respects are paid.
0:04:35 > 0:04:37It is yet to be stated how, precisely,
0:04:37 > 0:04:39Sergeant Linklater met his end.
0:04:39 > 0:04:42Granted, the iron railing that passed through him had a say.
0:04:42 > 0:04:44But there are whisperings on the wind, Wilson,
0:04:44 > 0:04:48our dear friend Edmund Reid may have lent a shoulder to that passing.
0:04:49 > 0:04:51Talk of the wolf.
0:04:53 > 0:04:54How now, Inspector?
0:04:57 > 0:05:00Such an injury, Mr Reid.
0:05:01 > 0:05:02It changes a man.
0:05:02 > 0:05:04Humbles him, in fact.
0:05:06 > 0:05:07Humble Fred Best.
0:05:09 > 0:05:11I wonder how it is you show your faces here.
0:05:16 > 0:05:17He was my friend.
0:05:19 > 0:05:21And yet you are happy to remain at the side of a man
0:05:21 > 0:05:25whose hand is suspected in that friend's own timely demise?
0:05:25 > 0:05:28You ought to be careful, Mr Shine, making such statements.
0:05:28 > 0:05:30How, Sergeant?
0:05:30 > 0:05:34Fellas might ask, what's to be gained from slurring
0:05:34 > 0:05:36the reputation of a man such as Mr Reid.
0:05:36 > 0:05:37Yeah, indeed.
0:05:37 > 0:05:40And that slur hides the truth. Whose?
0:05:40 > 0:05:44Yours! Inspector. Your activities in this division.
0:05:45 > 0:05:47Wilson!
0:05:47 > 0:05:49You are a disgrace to badge and uniform.
0:05:50 > 0:05:54It is your inspector here that is the disgrace, and you would slur me?
0:05:54 > 0:05:55Then I must seek recompense.
0:05:55 > 0:05:57Then seek it, sir!
0:05:57 > 0:05:59Word had it you'd left the roped ring.
0:05:59 > 0:06:00Word has it right.
0:06:00 > 0:06:03Well, then, I confess myself relieved that you have not
0:06:03 > 0:06:07grown entirely soft...
0:06:07 > 0:06:09on your whore wife's perjury of love.
0:06:09 > 0:06:12No. Not here. Not now.
0:06:12 > 0:06:19But soon, Sergeant. Once the world has heard Mr Treves sworn testament
0:06:19 > 0:06:23and knows Inspector Reid for the killer he is.
0:06:31 > 0:06:34Bruising and breakage to the hip, pelvis,
0:06:34 > 0:06:39knee and back. Her humerus, radius and ulna, however, are intact.
0:06:39 > 0:06:41She didn't use her arms to break the fall.
0:06:41 > 0:06:43She kept the child clutched to her chest.
0:06:43 > 0:06:44She died to protect it.
0:06:44 > 0:06:46A mother's instinct.
0:06:46 > 0:06:47Gone to nothing.
0:06:47 > 0:06:51Treves described her as filthy and abject, didn't he?
0:06:52 > 0:06:55But I think she is beautiful.
0:06:55 > 0:06:59And whoever cared for her thought the same.
0:06:59 > 0:07:03Torn and distressed. However, the stitching is highly skilled...
0:07:03 > 0:07:05These threads, stolen most likely.
0:07:05 > 0:07:08Tell me, did she steal her skin as well?
0:07:09 > 0:07:13See her face - zinc oxide. It keeps the skin fair.
0:07:13 > 0:07:14Kept well for a while.
0:07:14 > 0:07:16Oh, she was kept perfect.
0:07:20 > 0:07:25And yet, no attempt was made to remove...that from her.
0:07:25 > 0:07:27You think that makes her, what? Less than human?
0:07:27 > 0:07:29We were all animals once, it is now said.
0:07:29 > 0:07:31Some more closely related than others.
0:07:31 > 0:07:33I would, in conscience,
0:07:33 > 0:07:38leave off riding Sergeant Drake. He has buried a friend today.
0:07:38 > 0:07:40Blessed though she may be, this woman was murdered
0:07:40 > 0:07:42and her child taken.
0:07:42 > 0:07:44This tail is a vestige.
0:07:44 > 0:07:46It is a memento of all that we once were.
0:07:48 > 0:07:49In water, beneath the canopy.
0:07:51 > 0:07:52Sergeant Drake.
0:07:52 > 0:07:55The freak shows were run off the street fronts last year,
0:07:55 > 0:07:58but there was talk, was there not, of Tom Norman's troop splintering,
0:07:58 > 0:08:00a faction returning from Nottingham?
0:08:00 > 0:08:03Hidden away under the railway arches, up on Artillery.
0:08:07 > 0:08:09Chief Inspector Abberline.
0:08:09 > 0:08:10Inspector Reid.
0:08:11 > 0:08:13Reinforcements.
0:08:24 > 0:08:28He's a boy. I said... I asked... Not another boy.
0:08:28 > 0:08:34Sergeant? You are short here. I am correct in that understanding?
0:08:34 > 0:08:35You are.
0:08:36 > 0:08:40He is. We are, sir.
0:08:40 > 0:08:43You believe there to be a line outside my office, do you?
0:08:43 > 0:08:47A battalion of gnarled veterans, each and every one of them
0:08:47 > 0:08:49begging to bring their fight to your division?
0:08:49 > 0:08:50Light, friend? This one.
0:08:50 > 0:08:53Detective Constable Flight -
0:08:53 > 0:08:58worked overtime in uniform on his own coin, his collar rate
0:08:58 > 0:09:02in so doing sufficient to push both yours and mine into the corner.
0:09:02 > 0:09:04In Bloomsbury, Fred.
0:09:04 > 0:09:08And now appointed to the CID. He wishes to work here.
0:09:08 > 0:09:12He volunteers for this sink, Edmund. For Whitechapel.
0:09:18 > 0:09:24Inspector Reid. It is an honour. I shan't let you down, sir.
0:09:24 > 0:09:27Easily said, Constable. Harder to prove.
0:09:28 > 0:09:30Inspector, private word?
0:09:34 > 0:09:36Little birdie hopped on my shoulder earlier.
0:09:36 > 0:09:39Told me a story about a ruckus at a funeral.
0:09:39 > 0:09:41That birdie currently sporting a tea cup for an ear?
0:09:41 > 0:09:43Oi! You two!
0:09:43 > 0:09:46If Drake cannot keep his spleen inside him,
0:09:46 > 0:09:49it is up to you to provide discipline.
0:09:49 > 0:09:51Oi!
0:09:51 > 0:09:54Sergeant Linklater was his friend.
0:09:54 > 0:09:56And Jedediah Shine is his superior.
0:09:56 > 0:09:58And if that superior merits such insubordination,
0:09:58 > 0:10:00merits worse than that, perhaps?
0:10:00 > 0:10:02No. You leave be.
0:10:02 > 0:10:08It's not as if your name is currently being sung from the rooftops with the acme of probity.
0:10:08 > 0:10:12And should Treves not clear you at that inquest, so it will remain.
0:10:12 > 0:10:16You are my friend, but, Ed -
0:10:16 > 0:10:22you make accusations against a man of such standing without evidence.
0:10:22 > 0:10:29No. You hear me? Inspector? Am I heard?
0:10:34 > 0:10:35To Artillery.
0:10:41 > 0:10:44All men of ambition need a trade to fall back on, Miss Hart.
0:10:44 > 0:10:48A skill, which keeps both body and soul apiece
0:10:48 > 0:10:51when the wind of fortune turns cold.
0:10:51 > 0:10:54So I'm glad to see you're not broken by our new terms, Miss Hart.
0:11:02 > 0:11:03You do not wish to count it?
0:11:03 > 0:11:07We are friends. And friends do not break trust.
0:11:08 > 0:11:12Or forget their obligations to each other.
0:11:15 > 0:11:20Obligations which, should you need reminder, might be forgot,
0:11:20 > 0:11:26within just one word and just one night. If you have my meaning?
0:11:26 > 0:11:28If that will be all, Mr Duggan.
0:11:31 > 0:11:32Oh.
0:11:32 > 0:11:34Do send my regards to your pistol twister.
0:11:34 > 0:11:38You must have him working those skilled fingers to the knuckle.
0:11:56 > 0:12:00What ho! Caliban! I say!
0:12:02 > 0:12:07Wouldst thou seek to violate the honour of my child?
0:12:07 > 0:12:12I will rack thee, Caliban,
0:12:12 > 0:12:16make thee roar that beasts shall tremble at thy din.
0:12:30 > 0:12:33That's enough now, Sergeant, I think.
0:12:33 > 0:12:36Now, now, lady. This sideshow is now shut down.
0:12:36 > 0:12:38On what grounds?
0:12:38 > 0:12:40On the grounds of a murder inquiry, Miss Pettigrew.
0:12:40 > 0:12:45Murder and abduction. An infant boy taken from his murdered mother.
0:12:45 > 0:12:48And you believe we can help you in this because?
0:12:48 > 0:12:51She also had a blessing.
0:12:51 > 0:12:53A protrusion at the base of her spine.
0:12:55 > 0:12:57A tail?
0:12:57 > 0:13:00You must mean Stella Brooks.
0:13:01 > 0:13:03Oh, John.
0:13:07 > 0:13:09She was found last night, Mr Goode.
0:13:09 > 0:13:10And a child?
0:13:12 > 0:13:15You say, her child?
0:13:15 > 0:13:18A boy. We believe alive.
0:13:19 > 0:13:21But taken. Oh!
0:13:21 > 0:13:24When did you last see her, Mr Goode?
0:13:24 > 0:13:28Almost seven months ago to the day.
0:13:28 > 0:13:29That is precise recall.
0:13:29 > 0:13:32I have been looking for her.
0:13:32 > 0:13:34She was what - your lover?
0:13:39 > 0:13:42At the hospital, she was unaccompanied?
0:13:42 > 0:13:45Nothing upon her but the ragged clothes she wore.
0:13:45 > 0:13:49But those clothes...once pretty.
0:13:49 > 0:13:51She had been, at one point at least, well treated.
0:13:51 > 0:13:54By folk with money. Here, brother. Let me give you something.
0:13:54 > 0:13:56There is nothing for me!
0:14:09 > 0:14:10Out the way, Haystack.
0:14:16 > 0:14:19That man...trussed up as Caliban, with you, all last night?
0:14:19 > 0:14:22He was. And all here will confirm it.
0:14:24 > 0:14:26That's an impressive artifice you got there.
0:14:26 > 0:14:30Oh, it's not artifice. It's John's gift.
0:14:31 > 0:14:36He's impervious to pain. But not, alas, to suffering.
0:14:36 > 0:14:39And Miss Brooks? What of her?
0:14:39 > 0:14:44Rootless. Orphaned. Tom Norman had her displayed in a glass cabinet -
0:14:44 > 0:14:45only her rear, mind.
0:14:45 > 0:14:49For an extra penny, they could open the box and a man might tug on her.
0:14:49 > 0:14:50And no family?
0:14:50 > 0:14:54No friends other than yourselves to tell who might mean her such harm?
0:14:54 > 0:14:58There is a friend. And he is known to you already, sir.
0:15:12 > 0:15:15You must, Joseph.
0:15:15 > 0:15:19You must say what you saw.
0:15:19 > 0:15:20KNOCKING
0:15:20 > 0:15:21Come!
0:15:23 > 0:15:24Mr Treves.
0:15:27 > 0:15:30How can I help you, Inspector?
0:15:30 > 0:15:32I'd have you confirm something.
0:15:37 > 0:15:39What of it?
0:15:39 > 0:15:42In one week, you will stand in front of a judicial inquiry
0:15:42 > 0:15:46and pronounce what took my sergeant from this life.
0:15:46 > 0:15:49I would know now if you will tell precisely what it was
0:15:49 > 0:15:54you witnessed when you came upon Edmund Reid at my man's bedside.
0:15:54 > 0:15:57That is for me to share with none other than the coroner.
0:16:02 > 0:16:04Good day to you.
0:16:04 > 0:16:05Good day, Mr Merrick.
0:16:10 > 0:16:11You are a good man, sir.
0:16:14 > 0:16:19But you have no clue of the suffering that is meted out
0:16:19 > 0:16:20in the Leman Street cells.
0:16:20 > 0:16:23Suffering that
0:16:23 > 0:16:27Inspector Reid sanctions in the name of investigation.
0:16:27 > 0:16:29KNOCKING
0:16:29 > 0:16:31Mr Treves?
0:16:31 > 0:16:32J...Joseph?
0:16:32 > 0:16:35There is a matter urgent,
0:16:35 > 0:16:39I believe, which I would share with you.
0:16:39 > 0:16:41Mr Merrick. I don't believe I have had the pleasure.
0:16:46 > 0:16:50I... My... My apologies.
0:16:52 > 0:16:55Do not disturb.
0:17:09 > 0:17:11KNOCKING
0:17:19 > 0:17:20HE BREATHES HEAVILY
0:17:20 > 0:17:26Hush now. No panic, Mr M. No harm is meant here.
0:17:26 > 0:17:28Not yet, leastwise.
0:17:33 > 0:17:36Please, my supports...
0:17:36 > 0:17:39I'm suffocating...
0:17:44 > 0:17:45Upsadaisy.
0:17:47 > 0:17:49So it is true, then?
0:17:49 > 0:17:53You must sleep upright, like a marionette on a puppeteer's shelf?
0:17:57 > 0:18:01This life - six bags of shit till Sunday, is it not?
0:18:01 > 0:18:03And here am I about to make yours worse.
0:18:05 > 0:18:10You see, it strikes me you may have laid eyes on me some place before.
0:18:10 > 0:18:14The night my man Linklater passed?
0:18:16 > 0:18:22No, I...I must have myself confused.
0:18:22 > 0:18:25That is a relief.
0:18:25 > 0:18:27Nevertheless...
0:18:29 > 0:18:31I hope neither of us will now forget the other.
0:18:33 > 0:18:38Forget how easy it is for me to come by and say, "How do, Mr Merrick?
0:18:38 > 0:18:42"I do hope the day finds you well. And safe.
0:18:42 > 0:18:46"And not inclined to say nothing you should not."
0:18:46 > 0:18:48Are we understood, sir?
0:19:03 > 0:19:06Sergeant Artherton, how do we find Mr Flight?
0:19:06 > 0:19:09He is calm, sir. And quiet.
0:19:09 > 0:19:12Which is a bonus. Mr Flight, would you agree with that assessment?
0:19:12 > 0:19:14I would always agree with my sergeant.
0:19:14 > 0:19:16Oh, biddable, are we? Servile, even?
0:19:16 > 0:19:18We shall see. For now, Detective,
0:19:18 > 0:19:20let's see how developed your archive and telegraph skills are.
0:19:20 > 0:19:24John Goode. A common enough name and most uncommon man.
0:19:24 > 0:19:25See what you can find.
0:19:25 > 0:19:27I want to know why he would run from us.
0:19:27 > 0:19:30Follow me. Up here, son.
0:19:30 > 0:19:32Yes, sir.
0:19:38 > 0:19:40Mr Merrick.
0:19:40 > 0:19:41Mr Merrick...
0:19:41 > 0:19:44Detective Inspector Reid. I'd hoped to talk with you.
0:19:46 > 0:19:47Please. I...I am not well.
0:19:47 > 0:19:49I have only a few questions, Mr Merrick.
0:19:49 > 0:19:51I have said that I am unwell!!
0:19:51 > 0:19:53Sir, sir, sir, sir, sir...
0:19:53 > 0:19:59No! You overstep, Inspector. Or have you no respect for my wishes?
0:19:59 > 0:20:00Of course.
0:20:00 > 0:20:02But it is a friend of yours from the side shows... No, sir!
0:20:02 > 0:20:06Reid! This is unconscionable!
0:20:06 > 0:20:09You will not bring your Leman Street ways to this hospital again.
0:20:09 > 0:20:12But... No, sir.
0:20:18 > 0:20:19Joseph. I'm sorry, Joseph.
0:20:27 > 0:20:29Does Mr Merrick have knowledge of her, sir?
0:20:29 > 0:20:33If he does, he will not share it with me.
0:20:34 > 0:20:38John Goode's books. That's some technical reading.
0:20:38 > 0:20:42Mr Galton. Mr Galton is a cousin of Mr Darwin.
0:20:42 > 0:20:43This, he investigates
0:20:43 > 0:20:46if our abilities might be inherited from our parents,
0:20:46 > 0:20:51and if we, in turn, hand on those same abilities to our children.
0:20:51 > 0:20:53Pugilism, for example.
0:20:53 > 0:20:55Or depravity. Quite.
0:20:55 > 0:21:01Here, his argument evolves. He invents a term - eugenics.
0:21:01 > 0:21:03Suggests that the qualities to which we might aspire
0:21:03 > 0:21:06could be bred into the family line.
0:21:06 > 0:21:07And what of the weak?
0:21:07 > 0:21:11The weak, the idle, the ugly, the dim-witted, the mad.
0:21:11 > 0:21:13The deformed?
0:21:13 > 0:21:15They are to be bred out.
0:21:24 > 0:21:25Take a seat, Detective.
0:21:29 > 0:21:30Drink, Flight?
0:21:30 > 0:21:32My thanks. No.
0:21:32 > 0:21:34A Mick that doesn't take a sip, uh?
0:21:34 > 0:21:37And a unicorn stopped traffic on the East India Dock Road.
0:21:37 > 0:21:39What do you have, Flight?
0:21:39 > 0:21:40John Goode, sir.
0:21:40 > 0:21:42Sit down. Not so hard to dig out.
0:21:42 > 0:21:45The man has history here, recent, but history nonetheless.
0:21:45 > 0:21:47Fines for drunken brawling, mainly.
0:21:49 > 0:21:52Ropemakers, The Trinity - that's low-rent boozing, even round here.
0:21:52 > 0:21:54The first we know of him here. He and a woman breaking the peace,
0:21:54 > 0:21:56assaulting one another in the street.
0:21:56 > 0:21:58And see her name, Mr Reid...
0:22:00 > 0:22:02Stella Brooks.
0:22:02 > 0:22:06Nothing before, not a sneeze, and then September 22nd, this.
0:22:06 > 0:22:08Almost precisely seven months past. When she leaves him.
0:22:08 > 0:22:11And his behaviour degenerating in her absence.
0:22:11 > 0:22:12And this the reason for her leaving?
0:22:12 > 0:22:15Did she drop on him the news that she carried his child?
0:22:15 > 0:22:16He didn't exactly rejoice.
0:22:16 > 0:22:18They fight. She leaves. And he hunts her.
0:22:18 > 0:22:21He hunts her down the same streets.
0:22:21 > 0:22:25Here - more arrests for vagrancy, drunkeness.
0:22:25 > 0:22:29Ropemakers, Trinity, Thomas Street. There's pattern to his behaviour.
0:22:29 > 0:22:32And so, I thought, Inspector,
0:22:32 > 0:22:34if I took a turn through those streets myself,
0:22:34 > 0:22:38I might build an understanding of him, may indeed pick up his trail.
0:22:41 > 0:22:43Then go.
0:22:43 > 0:22:45Flight - Drake goes with you.
0:22:45 > 0:22:47I'm sure Mrs Drake expects the sergeant.
0:22:47 > 0:22:50He's right. She does. Take Drake or you're scrubbing latrines.
0:22:52 > 0:22:54Nursemaid, is it?
0:22:54 > 0:22:55Just watch him.
0:22:57 > 0:22:59You know, Drake or no Drake -
0:22:59 > 0:23:02this place is going to shit in his shoes one day or the next.
0:23:02 > 0:23:03He ain't Hobbs.
0:23:05 > 0:23:07He ain't.
0:23:09 > 0:23:11Will you eat, Captain?
0:23:11 > 0:23:14Sorry, Reid. I got, er, I got dinner with the lady tonight.
0:23:14 > 0:23:16Oh, of course, of course, of course.
0:23:24 > 0:23:28The challenge we face, therefore, those of us who rightly
0:23:28 > 0:23:32refuse to accept the biological status of our species,
0:23:32 > 0:23:36is how the debilities and handicaps
0:23:36 > 0:23:43that impair our existence might be corrected for our heirs.
0:23:43 > 0:23:49What is called for, I believe, is courage, the courage and conviction.
0:23:50 > 0:23:56Systematically, to experiment upon the whole process of breeding.
0:23:56 > 0:23:59But not amongst Sativa or Crustacea.
0:24:00 > 0:24:03On complex organisms...
0:24:03 > 0:24:07organisms more like ourselves, in fact.
0:24:20 > 0:24:28The correction and improvement of humankind is indeed realisable.
0:24:28 > 0:24:29Thank you.
0:24:29 > 0:24:31APPLAUSE
0:24:31 > 0:24:32I say?
0:24:32 > 0:24:34Hello, there?
0:24:34 > 0:24:38I say, this wing is research fellows only.
0:24:38 > 0:24:40Do I know you?
0:24:40 > 0:24:43Oi! Get back here.
0:24:49 > 0:24:53Three separate occasions, he was ejected for brawling.
0:24:54 > 0:24:57Only two of us in that doss-house. We get cornered.
0:24:57 > 0:24:59It's a long fight out.
0:24:59 > 0:25:01Should we be so frightened, Sergeant?
0:25:03 > 0:25:07Come then, Constable. I shall show you.
0:25:17 > 0:25:19Pretty, ain't it?
0:25:20 > 0:25:22John Goode?
0:25:26 > 0:25:28I seek a John Goode.
0:25:29 > 0:25:31How does one find a man in such a place?
0:25:33 > 0:25:36They are not men no more. You may not tell 'em apart.
0:25:43 > 0:25:45Come. Our luck is already chanced.
0:25:47 > 0:25:49John Goode? Oi!
0:25:51 > 0:25:53Do you bob from me?
0:25:53 > 0:25:55Police. Get back.
0:25:55 > 0:25:59Pigs! Bloody fool! Pigs in the pen.
0:25:59 > 0:26:00Back off!
0:26:05 > 0:26:11Back! Back off! Run!
0:26:11 > 0:26:13Clever fellow, ain't ya?
0:26:30 > 0:26:34Tough bugger, ain't you?
0:26:35 > 0:26:39Right, Detective Constable, run along now.
0:26:39 > 0:26:41Is there no-one at home waits for you, Albert?
0:26:41 > 0:26:43Not currently, Mrs Drake.
0:26:43 > 0:26:44You should call me Bella.
0:26:44 > 0:26:47You should call her Mrs Drake.
0:26:47 > 0:26:51I lay my head at Mrs Burton's lodging house on Commercial Street.
0:26:51 > 0:26:54Once I am settled, I shall find more permanent accommodation.
0:26:54 > 0:26:57Well, head you home and get your rest.
0:26:57 > 0:26:59Rest, Mrs Drake?
0:26:59 > 0:27:02Not this night. Villainy does not rest.
0:27:02 > 0:27:05I do not intend to either. My thanks, Mrs Drake. Sergeant.
0:27:08 > 0:27:10Where did you come from?
0:27:10 > 0:27:12Over the hills and far away.
0:27:15 > 0:27:18What's stopping us? Life ain't work.
0:27:19 > 0:27:20Cairo, you and me.
0:27:22 > 0:27:24Your sergeant's salary stretches this far, does it? No.
0:27:24 > 0:27:27We're going to take what we've made here, we're going to cash in...
0:27:27 > 0:27:30And what has been made here, save the names Long Susan
0:27:30 > 0:27:32and Captain Jackson? C'mon, I see the bills you count.
0:27:32 > 0:27:34I see the numbers you scratched in, in that ledger.
0:27:34 > 0:27:38Yes, but once counted, you do not see where those bills leave to.
0:27:41 > 0:27:46Nothing here is yours. Nothing here is mine.
0:27:50 > 0:27:52Then whose?
0:27:56 > 0:28:00Three years - you never asked. Never cared.
0:28:00 > 0:28:02Hey, you're the one that wanted to play business-lady
0:28:02 > 0:28:03and now I'm asking.
0:28:06 > 0:28:08Whose is it?
0:28:13 > 0:28:14Whose?!
0:28:17 > 0:28:19Silas Duggan.
0:28:19 > 0:28:24'..businesswoman who gives all the profits away to somebody else,
0:28:24 > 0:28:26'I wonder why I didn't think of that!?'
0:28:26 > 0:28:28I swear to God, you...
0:28:28 > 0:28:30are as dead in the head as this slab of meat!
0:28:32 > 0:28:34How could you be so god damn reckless?
0:28:34 > 0:28:36So, so, so, so god damn... What?! What?!
0:28:36 > 0:28:38..irresponsible!? From you!
0:28:38 > 0:28:40I mean it. I had a right to know.
0:28:40 > 0:28:45You have no rights, save the ones you took, for gratis,
0:28:45 > 0:28:48each and every night, in my view and hearing.
0:28:48 > 0:28:49Things were different then.
0:28:49 > 0:28:52No. The same.
0:28:52 > 0:28:59And the same reality prevails. This place - its people and profits.
0:28:59 > 0:29:02The property of...Silas Duggan.
0:29:04 > 0:29:10We were destitute, wanted, criminal.
0:29:12 > 0:29:18Not what you would call a sound investment. Duggan took the chance.
0:29:18 > 0:29:25No. What he took was our lives, Susan. Ground rent plus 50% income.
0:29:33 > 0:29:35Any more, Mr Shine?
0:29:35 > 0:29:38Sufficient, I think, Mr Duggan.
0:29:41 > 0:29:45Barton, good of you to come when summoned.
0:29:45 > 0:29:48I wait on your orders, Inspector, you know that.
0:29:48 > 0:29:51Nothing like loyalty, is there, Mr Duggan?
0:29:51 > 0:29:54Oh, nothing in the world, Mr Shine.
0:29:54 > 0:29:56I'm relieving you of your everyday duties, Barton,
0:29:56 > 0:29:58send you to some surveillance.
0:29:59 > 0:30:02Because as we know, elephants do not forget.
0:30:12 > 0:30:14Inspector Reid!
0:30:14 > 0:30:15I will not stand.
0:30:15 > 0:30:18Mr Merrick. I am well known to you and I mean no harm.
0:30:18 > 0:30:21I come only to enquire after a friend to you - Stella.
0:30:21 > 0:30:24Stella Brooks, delivered of her child
0:30:24 > 0:30:29just hours before she...met her death here, sir, on these corridors.
0:30:31 > 0:30:34HE CRIES
0:30:41 > 0:30:44When was it you last saw her?
0:30:44 > 0:30:47September. L...last year.
0:30:47 > 0:30:51After they had fought and she had left him? Yes.
0:30:51 > 0:30:55And can you say, was it on account of her pregnancy?
0:30:55 > 0:30:59She said she could not forgive him.
0:30:59 > 0:31:01Because he struck her?
0:31:01 > 0:31:03No - she could not forgive him
0:31:03 > 0:31:08for...for the rage he felt at the child inside her.
0:31:10 > 0:31:15Did she say where it was she meant to go?
0:31:15 > 0:31:17To John's father - a doctor.
0:31:17 > 0:31:19And did Goode know this?
0:31:19 > 0:31:25John had for ever kept his family a secret from her, his true name also.
0:31:25 > 0:31:28The father, a man of wealth, well able to care for her
0:31:28 > 0:31:30and her child - did she mention a name?
0:31:32 > 0:31:39No, she did not, Mr Reid. I cannot help you further, I...
0:31:39 > 0:31:42Mr Merrick, your help in this matter...
0:31:43 > 0:31:45..it is invaluable.
0:32:01 > 0:32:04Been like this all night, they have. 'Your ingratitude is dazzling!'
0:32:04 > 0:32:07Oh, so I'm supposed to be grateful for this slave status, huh?
0:32:07 > 0:32:09Oh, good morning, Reid.
0:32:09 > 0:32:11And, er, what is it that brings you by?
0:32:11 > 0:32:13There's insight I'd share with you.
0:32:13 > 0:32:16So you didn't come for your shirts then?
0:32:16 > 0:32:19Oh, come on - you truly believe I cannot tell
0:32:19 > 0:32:21when another man's shirts are laundered in my own house?
0:32:21 > 0:32:23Although given your head, you would not have it so
0:32:23 > 0:32:26a great deal longer now, would you?
0:32:26 > 0:32:32What? You will not tell your friend and accomplice? Then allow me.
0:32:32 > 0:32:37Your mercenary hireling has designs on a change of location.
0:32:37 > 0:32:39Wishes to up and leave you, Inspector.
0:32:39 > 0:32:41Come on, don't be such a baby, Reid.
0:32:43 > 0:32:45You think this is the garden spot of the world?
0:32:45 > 0:32:48My one ambition to remain here, chained to you?
0:32:48 > 0:32:51Anyway - it's not like I'll be sailing away any time soon!
0:32:52 > 0:32:57You know, this brooding martyr thing you perfect - it can really grate.
0:32:57 > 0:32:59John Goode. Not his real name.
0:33:01 > 0:33:03What of him?
0:33:03 > 0:33:06A rich man's son, finding fellowship in a freak show.
0:33:06 > 0:33:08We must ask why. The thing with the poker.
0:33:08 > 0:33:10It's a skill, not a handicap. But the palsy...
0:33:10 > 0:33:12The tremor in him. So whilst I still may make use of it,
0:33:12 > 0:33:15set your great medical mind to that, will you?
0:33:22 > 0:33:24Detective Constable Flight.
0:33:24 > 0:33:25Mr Reid.
0:33:25 > 0:33:27In the future, you will do Sergeant Drake the service
0:33:27 > 0:33:31of knowing what is best for you. Will you not?
0:33:31 > 0:33:32I will, sir.
0:33:32 > 0:33:34Now, speak.
0:33:34 > 0:33:38John Goode has been incarcerated - not in gaol, however.
0:33:38 > 0:33:40Two spells at The Lark House Asylum.
0:33:40 > 0:33:44Can you speculate as to which physician?
0:33:44 > 0:33:45Karl Crabbe.
0:33:45 > 0:33:46The very same.
0:33:46 > 0:33:49What tricks did he play on Mr Goode, I wonder?
0:34:12 > 0:34:14Inspector Reid.
0:34:14 > 0:34:18A pleasing interruption to an otherwise dull year.
0:34:28 > 0:34:30I forget.
0:34:33 > 0:34:37Oh, really, Inspector? In the current mood?
0:34:37 > 0:34:41My mind advances, but my frame is frail.
0:34:41 > 0:34:43How would your newly sullied reputation cope
0:34:43 > 0:34:47with another interview concluding in a man's death?
0:34:47 > 0:34:50Gossip, Reid. It's a fact of prison life.
0:34:53 > 0:34:55Were I to tell you the life of an infant boy
0:34:55 > 0:34:58depended on your speaking, might that make impact?
0:34:59 > 0:35:00Not really.
0:35:00 > 0:35:02Then what, Doctor?
0:35:06 > 0:35:09There is a tale told, Inspector.
0:35:09 > 0:35:13The guards here tell it. Of your wife.
0:35:14 > 0:35:17Rending herself in the Leman Street gutter.
0:35:18 > 0:35:21Sergeant Drake has heard the tale too, I see.
0:35:21 > 0:35:24How difficult for you all.
0:35:24 > 0:35:25What is it you want?
0:35:25 > 0:35:30To hear it from you, Reid. The man who brought me so low.
0:35:34 > 0:35:35Sergeant Drake.
0:35:35 > 0:35:37Sir? Leave us.
0:35:37 > 0:35:39But... You heard, Sergeant.
0:36:00 > 0:36:03Captain Jackson found her. In The Bear.
0:36:03 > 0:36:07Barely dressed, it is said. Demanding drink.
0:36:07 > 0:36:13He attempted to remove her. She would not be removed.
0:36:13 > 0:36:15And so he carried her.
0:36:15 > 0:36:17Which is when she screamed.
0:36:17 > 0:36:20In the street. You tended to her?
0:36:20 > 0:36:22I did.
0:36:22 > 0:36:25Your sergeant, all others to bear witness?
0:36:28 > 0:36:30And no man to ask you why?
0:36:30 > 0:36:32Why such hysteria grew in her.
0:36:35 > 0:36:41What cruelty could possibly merit so public a humiliation?
0:36:46 > 0:36:48What did you do to her, Inspector?
0:36:53 > 0:36:55I...
0:36:57 > 0:36:59..I lied.
0:37:00 > 0:37:02Lied, you say?
0:37:04 > 0:37:06On what subject?
0:37:07 > 0:37:08Damn you!
0:37:18 > 0:37:21I offered her unfair hope and I deceived her.
0:37:23 > 0:37:27I gave her false cause to believe our lost daughter alive.
0:37:27 > 0:37:29And I took another woman to my bed.
0:37:36 > 0:37:38Do you know, Inspector, of all the emotions,
0:37:38 > 0:37:41which is the most insidious and entrapping?
0:37:44 > 0:37:45Shame.
0:37:47 > 0:37:52It carves its home in the marrow of your bones
0:37:52 > 0:37:55and rests there for all time.
0:38:16 > 0:38:19Where can I find him? This John Goode.
0:38:19 > 0:38:23Whatever he is truly called. My secrets for his.
0:38:26 > 0:38:27A name I cannot give you.
0:38:28 > 0:38:31But there is a father, a doctor, as you know.
0:38:31 > 0:38:32And there was a brother.
0:38:32 > 0:38:36Both boys subjected to a regime, a physical regime akin,
0:38:36 > 0:38:38you might say, to torture.
0:38:38 > 0:38:40Feats of strength insisted upon.
0:38:40 > 0:38:43Their bodies stretched from an early age, beaten with sticks,
0:38:43 > 0:38:44bent double. But to what end, however?
0:38:44 > 0:38:47He could never articulate it with precision.
0:38:47 > 0:38:51Only that he and his brother shared a curse.
0:38:51 > 0:38:55A curse that killed the boys' mother. A curse of the blood.
0:38:55 > 0:38:57And what of the brother?
0:38:57 > 0:39:02Drowned himself one morning, beneath the waters of the Serpentine.
0:39:03 > 0:39:06The child you fear for,
0:39:06 > 0:39:10if it is Goode's, he will think it similarly cursed.
0:39:23 > 0:39:27A curse of the blood, as Dr Crabbe would have it, Goode's palsy,
0:39:27 > 0:39:29the premature death of his mother.
0:39:29 > 0:39:30An inherited handicap.
0:39:30 > 0:39:33Yes, and so - the medical mind?
0:39:35 > 0:39:40Huntington's Chorea! Huntington's Chorea. Slow death sentence, Reid.
0:39:40 > 0:39:42What?
0:39:42 > 0:39:45The piecemeal loss of all that makes you feel human.
0:39:45 > 0:39:50If either or both of the parents manifest signs of the disease,
0:39:50 > 0:39:53one or more of the offspring will invariably suffer also.
0:39:53 > 0:39:56If, however, those children manage to go through life
0:39:56 > 0:39:59and never manifest, the thread is broken.
0:39:59 > 0:40:00The reason why, then,
0:40:00 > 0:40:03this doctor father sought to make his sons impervious?
0:40:03 > 0:40:05To breed out the mutation.
0:40:05 > 0:40:08What, then, would he have made of Miss Brooks' tail?
0:40:08 > 0:40:11Perhaps he did not get sight of it. Not for a good while.
0:40:11 > 0:40:13He enjoyed her beauty, until he claps eyes on her behind.
0:40:13 > 0:40:16His disgust sending her to the streets.
0:40:16 > 0:40:19Until... Until he wonders at his grandson,
0:40:19 > 0:40:21at what manner of man he might become.
0:40:21 > 0:40:23And goes to reclaim him.
0:40:55 > 0:40:59Five, sir. Five men drowned in the Serpentine that year.
0:40:59 > 0:41:03Corcoran. Robert Corcoran, age 25.
0:41:03 > 0:41:07There is a zoologist named Corcoran.
0:41:07 > 0:41:09He's a... He's a research fellow
0:41:09 > 0:41:12at the Natural History extension of the British Museum.
0:41:12 > 0:41:16He concerns himself almost exclusively with the practical
0:41:16 > 0:41:20development of theories first pronounced by Jean-Baptiste Lamarck.
0:41:20 > 0:41:23The biological inheritance of acquired characteristics.
0:41:23 > 0:41:26Our children, Flight. The strength and skills acquired in this life,
0:41:26 > 0:41:30so he proposes, may be handed down to those who must live the next.
0:41:30 > 0:41:33Corcoran is Goode's father, Corcoran has the child.
0:41:33 > 0:41:35Sergeant Drake, a hansom. We are for South Kensington.
0:41:35 > 0:41:37Sir, should I...?
0:41:39 > 0:41:41Big boy's game now, son.
0:41:52 > 0:41:53GURGLING
0:42:13 > 0:42:16Mr, take your mask off.
0:42:16 > 0:42:19Go on, take your mask off.
0:42:19 > 0:42:22JEERING AND SHOUTING
0:42:39 > 0:42:41ALL SHOUT
0:42:51 > 0:42:54Back! All of you! Back!
0:42:56 > 0:43:00Sir. Here, sir. With me.
0:43:03 > 0:43:06What is wrong with you?
0:43:06 > 0:43:09This man is your fellow! You would stone him?!
0:43:09 > 0:43:11You call him monster?!
0:43:11 > 0:43:14Hm? Look on your own sins!
0:43:16 > 0:43:19Sir, what is it that's brought you here?
0:43:19 > 0:43:21Inspector Reid.
0:43:21 > 0:43:26I...I would speak with him.
0:43:26 > 0:43:28I...I believe it urgent.
0:43:28 > 0:43:30The Inspector pursues a case.
0:43:30 > 0:43:33But I might bring you to him, sir.
0:43:40 > 0:43:42Driver! Step to it.
0:43:57 > 0:43:59Alexander.
0:43:59 > 0:44:00Hello, Papa.
0:44:04 > 0:44:05Is he well?
0:44:05 > 0:44:09He is fed and begins to thrive.
0:44:09 > 0:44:13And the future? Is his blood cursed?
0:44:13 > 0:44:16Well, the science is not yet exact.
0:44:16 > 0:44:21But the work we performed, you and I, your strength, Alexander...
0:44:21 > 0:44:27My strength, my strength to absorb your pain.
0:44:27 > 0:44:29I made you strong
0:44:29 > 0:44:32so that our descendants might not suffer your curse.
0:44:32 > 0:44:34I have hope for this boy.
0:44:39 > 0:44:41But none for myself.
0:44:43 > 0:44:44Not then, not now.
0:44:46 > 0:44:47No.
0:44:50 > 0:44:57His mother, Stella. The day she came to you.
0:44:57 > 0:45:02You must have rejoiced at her? So fine, so strong.
0:45:02 > 0:45:09What happened? Did you finally have full sight of her?
0:45:09 > 0:45:11That thing.
0:45:11 > 0:45:13We are not so backward as a race
0:45:13 > 0:45:15that she could not have had it removed.
0:45:15 > 0:45:18But do you not see, Father?
0:45:18 > 0:45:21She had the most fortunate gift of all.
0:45:23 > 0:45:28She felt no shame for who she was.
0:45:30 > 0:45:32And you killed her.
0:45:32 > 0:45:35She would not hand him to me.
0:45:35 > 0:45:41Slipped. Had she only understood what was best for the child...
0:45:41 > 0:45:45Best for him! What is best for him?
0:45:45 > 0:45:50That he suffer witnessing your everyday revolution of hope
0:45:50 > 0:45:52and despair at his progress?
0:45:52 > 0:45:55Or lack of it? Is that his future?
0:45:56 > 0:45:57No.
0:45:57 > 0:45:59Best he never knows you.
0:46:01 > 0:46:04Or me. Or himself.
0:46:04 > 0:46:08Alexander, you hand that boy back to me!
0:46:10 > 0:46:13I am too well-conditioned, Father.
0:46:16 > 0:46:18Alexander, stop!
0:46:18 > 0:46:21Alexander! Stop!
0:46:22 > 0:46:24Stop!
0:46:30 > 0:46:32Alexander, do not hurt that child!
0:46:36 > 0:46:39Alexander!
0:46:44 > 0:46:46William Corcoran? Where is the child?
0:46:46 > 0:46:49You are for jail, sir. Murder and abduction.
0:46:49 > 0:46:51I care not for myself, officer.
0:46:54 > 0:46:57No! Wait! Mr Goode, wait!
0:46:57 > 0:47:00Back! Back, stay back!
0:47:00 > 0:47:04Mr Goode. I beg you, I beg you. Think what you are doing.
0:47:04 > 0:47:07I know all too well.
0:47:07 > 0:47:10I seek only to reduce
0:47:10 > 0:47:13the amount of suffering in this world. We are cursed!
0:47:13 > 0:47:17But sir, I beg you. The child's fate cannot yet be known.
0:47:17 > 0:47:19BABY CRIES
0:47:25 > 0:47:28Please, John! Listen to him!
0:47:30 > 0:47:31Joseph?
0:47:31 > 0:47:34Mr Reid is known to me, John.
0:47:34 > 0:47:39I...I...I...I trust in him, would...would help him.
0:47:39 > 0:47:41Would...would help you.
0:47:47 > 0:47:52No-one can help, Joseph. My brother knew that.
0:47:52 > 0:47:56But what of Stella's wishes for her child?
0:47:56 > 0:48:04She is gone, Joseph, and this child and I, we are left with this truth.
0:48:04 > 0:48:09And what is that? That there is no hope for you?
0:48:09 > 0:48:12There is a monster in him.
0:48:12 > 0:48:16As surely as there is one in me.
0:48:25 > 0:48:29John, look at me. Do it.
0:48:29 > 0:48:30Do it!
0:48:35 > 0:48:38Am I not monstrous?
0:48:41 > 0:48:45It is the truth of my every waking moment.
0:48:45 > 0:48:51And yet, despite all, I feel joy.
0:48:51 > 0:48:53No, I do, I do!
0:48:53 > 0:48:59I hear the bells ring from my room, the chatter of the nurses.
0:49:00 > 0:49:04Once, beyond my window,
0:49:04 > 0:49:11I...I watched one of their number make love to the night porter.
0:49:12 > 0:49:18I...I...I have never known that, John.
0:49:18 > 0:49:22The...the secret intimacy of a woman,
0:49:22 > 0:49:28that might have told me I was...desired.
0:49:29 > 0:49:33Beautiful in another's eyes.
0:49:33 > 0:49:35You, you have known that, John.
0:49:36 > 0:49:40Do...do you remember it?
0:49:40 > 0:49:42I do.
0:49:42 > 0:49:45And what does it feel like?
0:49:45 > 0:49:47It felt like peace.
0:49:49 > 0:49:57Would you deny your son that peace, that...that joy?
0:49:57 > 0:49:59That...that hope?
0:50:02 > 0:50:05It is life, John.
0:50:07 > 0:50:08Only life.
0:50:10 > 0:50:13What you hold in your arms.
0:50:40 > 0:50:46For ever and always, Mr Merrick, I shall remember you for this.
0:50:46 > 0:50:53He is my friend. You would do no less, Mr Reid.
0:50:53 > 0:50:58You put all above yourself. I know that of you, sir.
0:50:58 > 0:51:01You are the best of men.
0:51:01 > 0:51:05It is no happy accident I came to you today.
0:51:07 > 0:51:11I...I know not what the result of this will be,
0:51:11 > 0:51:15but there is knowledge I must share with you.
0:51:15 > 0:51:21I...I...I should have said before, long before, but you see,
0:51:21 > 0:51:23I...I saw him.
0:51:23 > 0:51:30I...I saw Inspector Shine murder Sergeant Linklater.
0:51:34 > 0:51:36Detective Constable Flight!
0:51:36 > 0:51:39You will escort Mr Merrick back to his rooms at The London.
0:51:39 > 0:51:42You remain outside his door, and allow no man access
0:51:42 > 0:51:43unless it is myself.
0:51:43 > 0:51:46Yes, sir. Please, Mr Merrick. Allow me.
0:51:54 > 0:51:55With me, Sergeant.
0:51:55 > 0:51:58We must bring Chief Inspector Abberline here
0:51:58 > 0:51:59to hear Mr Merrick's testimony.
0:53:11 > 0:53:13How do, Mr Merrick.
0:53:17 > 0:53:19Why the long face?
0:53:21 > 0:53:26Could not do as you were bid, could you?
0:53:26 > 0:53:33Are you not the brave and noble fellow
0:53:33 > 0:53:37and I quite the contrary?
0:53:38 > 0:53:44Forced to make a habit of stealing through these corridors
0:53:44 > 0:53:48to end another man's life.
0:53:50 > 0:53:53I might almost resent you for it.
0:54:10 > 0:54:13No, no.
0:54:13 > 0:54:18Please, please...
0:54:20 > 0:54:22What will men say?
0:54:24 > 0:54:30The Elephant Man hoped to lay down in rest...
0:54:35 > 0:54:38..like any other Englishman.
0:54:46 > 0:54:53A forlorn and now tragic hope.
0:56:04 > 0:56:07He must have lain back. To rest his head.
0:56:10 > 0:56:11Oh, Joseph.
0:56:12 > 0:56:14You have your peace now.
0:56:42 > 0:56:44What is this?
0:56:44 > 0:56:45You may well ask.
0:56:45 > 0:56:48I have, this past hour,
0:56:48 > 0:56:53come from the grieving fireside of Frederick Treves.
0:56:53 > 0:56:57He is decided on what the Linklater jury shall now hear from him.
0:56:59 > 0:57:03Your sergeant succumbed to his injuries, Jedediah.
0:57:03 > 0:57:05I will not accept that, Fred.
0:57:05 > 0:57:07Myself likewise, Chief Inspector.
0:57:07 > 0:57:10Nonetheless, you shall both do so.
0:57:12 > 0:57:18There will be no more talk of this officer and his role that night.
0:57:18 > 0:57:21And you, Edmund.
0:57:21 > 0:57:23You will cease all questioning
0:57:23 > 0:57:27and suspicion of Inspector Shine's good name.
0:57:27 > 0:57:29You ask the impossible.
0:57:29 > 0:57:32You ask me to wilfully fail in my duty.
0:57:32 > 0:57:34You are both too valuable
0:57:34 > 0:57:37to the preservation of peace in this quarter.
0:57:37 > 0:57:40And I will not have that undermined.
0:57:43 > 0:57:46The two of you.
0:57:46 > 0:57:48You shake hands.
0:57:59 > 0:58:00Now!
0:58:10 > 0:58:13I take orders from a man to come here.
0:58:13 > 0:58:15I service the needs of another I call husband.
0:58:15 > 0:58:18And there is the man Duggan who owns me.
0:58:18 > 0:58:20Reid, I swear to God if anything happens to her...
0:58:20 > 0:58:22What is it you fear? What is it you fear?
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