0:00:15 > 0:00:20# Eight little whores With no hope of heaven
0:00:20 > 0:00:24# Gladstone may save one Then there'll be seven
0:00:24 > 0:00:28# Seven little whores all beggin' for a shilling,
0:00:28 > 0:00:33# One stays in Heneage Court Then there's a killing
0:00:37 > 0:00:40# Six little whores All glad to be alive... #
0:00:40 > 0:00:41Jack, rip em good and proper!
0:00:41 > 0:00:44# ..One sidles up to Jack
0:00:44 > 0:00:47# Then there are five... #
0:00:52 > 0:00:56Something to wet your lips, gentlemen?
0:00:56 > 0:00:59You see? A den of iniquity.
0:00:59 > 0:01:03I shall have it closed by the end of the week! Right as ever, Walter.
0:01:07 > 0:01:09Prig. I'll see to him.
0:01:09 > 0:01:13So, what d'you make of it?
0:01:13 > 0:01:15We're waiting for the entertainment, Rose.
0:01:15 > 0:01:23# ..Raise a hue and cry Then there's one less... #
0:01:24 > 0:01:26I'll be on that stage before long.
0:01:26 > 0:01:29Jack's girls started on the floor, same as me.
0:01:29 > 0:01:31All's I need is to catch an eye or two,
0:01:31 > 0:01:34a rich man to be snared and stand as my patron.
0:01:34 > 0:01:36Well, then, your success is assured.
0:01:36 > 0:01:38Thank you, Miss Susan.
0:01:38 > 0:01:40# ..Four and whore rhyme aright
0:01:47 > 0:01:48# So do three and me... #
0:01:48 > 0:01:50WOMAN SCREAMS
0:01:50 > 0:01:54Music hall. It's the opium of the masses
0:01:54 > 0:01:58and me and you are here for a dose of it. We come to support Rose.
0:01:58 > 0:02:01And I thought a change of scenery might improve your mood.
0:02:01 > 0:02:04Let's be having ya.
0:02:05 > 0:02:11# ..I'll set the town alight 'ere there are two!
0:02:11 > 0:02:14You can't hide from Jack.
0:02:14 > 0:02:18# Two little whores All shivering with fright
0:02:18 > 0:02:22# Seek a cosy doorway in the middle of the night
0:02:22 > 0:02:23# Jack's knife flashes...
0:02:26 > 0:02:31# Then there is but one... # Come 'ere! Let Jack look after ya.
0:02:31 > 0:02:39# And the last one is the ripest
0:02:39 > 0:02:43# For Jack's idea of fun, fun, fun, fun, fun... #
0:02:43 > 0:02:45Walter?
0:02:45 > 0:02:47Walter!
0:02:48 > 0:02:51Help! Help! Over here, something's happened.
0:02:51 > 0:02:54Help! My friend, he's, he's disappeared!
0:03:31 > 0:03:34Sir Walter De Souza. London City Council.
0:03:34 > 0:03:37Man of influence and authority. And known foe of the music halls.
0:03:37 > 0:03:39And now snatched from within one such.
0:03:39 > 0:03:41He will scorn them the bitterer now. Ah, Blewett!
0:03:41 > 0:03:44Inspector! We are grateful for your alacrity in this matter.
0:03:44 > 0:03:47I would shake the hand of the great Inspector Reid.
0:03:47 > 0:03:50Enemies we may be in the fictive world -
0:03:50 > 0:03:52but I hope I may call you friend, sir.
0:03:53 > 0:03:54What?
0:03:56 > 0:03:58You play at Ripper?
0:03:59 > 0:04:01Whilst you profit!
0:04:01 > 0:04:03Come, Inspector. We are artists.
0:04:03 > 0:04:05And artists must hold a mirror to the world they see.
0:04:05 > 0:04:08You will see my cell and my Sergeant's fists
0:04:08 > 0:04:10beating out a confession as to how you conspired to abduct
0:04:10 > 0:04:13a city councillor from your own theatre of vice.
0:04:13 > 0:04:15No, sir.
0:04:15 > 0:04:17Here you see his friend.
0:04:17 > 0:04:19We care for him.
0:04:19 > 0:04:23Mr Pembury, who was at Mr De Souza's side throughout.
0:04:23 > 0:04:26Good evening to you, sir. Will you tell us what has happened?
0:04:26 > 0:04:27Sergeant Drake!
0:04:27 > 0:04:30Yes, he, he was here... Miss Rose. Beside me.
0:04:30 > 0:04:33The lights went black. There was a disturbance.
0:04:33 > 0:04:35The lights returned. He'd vanished.
0:04:35 > 0:04:37Blewett - this darkness, is it part of the act?
0:04:37 > 0:04:39Indeed. Indispensable.
0:04:39 > 0:04:41And your workers stage and serving - all accounted for?
0:04:41 > 0:04:46Inspector. If I may, I don't see Ettie Leigh, servant girl.
0:04:46 > 0:04:48And the last time you saw her, man?
0:04:48 > 0:04:54I...my apologies. I only pay proper heed to the girls I...slit, sir.
0:04:54 > 0:04:59Excuse me, Sergeant. Ettie told me she'd see to the toff.
0:04:59 > 0:05:01You, Rose. As a serving girl, you know the routine?
0:05:01 > 0:05:03Like clockwork, Mr Reid.
0:05:03 > 0:05:05And the lights are dimmed for how long?
0:05:05 > 0:05:07Perhaps 15 seconds.
0:05:07 > 0:05:09So to exploit it, one would need similar knowledge. Ettie Leigh?
0:05:11 > 0:05:13We will find Sir Walter, Mr Pembury. But your...
0:05:13 > 0:05:17your own injuries, sir. The blood is not his own, Inspector.
0:05:17 > 0:05:19Your lackey pronounces it so.
0:05:19 > 0:05:21Reid.
0:05:21 > 0:05:23Take in an entertainment, do we?
0:05:23 > 0:05:25Entertainment's a broad term, Inspector.
0:05:25 > 0:05:29See, we have blood leading back through the stage door.
0:05:29 > 0:05:31Regular smeared intervals.
0:05:31 > 0:05:34Your boy Flight rootles around out there already.
0:05:34 > 0:05:36Knocked cold and dragged out.
0:05:36 > 0:05:37I've scoured the laneway, sir.
0:05:37 > 0:05:39What do you observe?
0:05:39 > 0:05:40Wheel tracks, sir.
0:05:40 > 0:05:44Carriage or cart? From the width of the rim, I would say a cart.
0:05:44 > 0:05:46COUGHS
0:05:46 > 0:05:47What is it, Constable?
0:05:47 > 0:05:51Er, it is excrement. Human, I believe.
0:05:51 > 0:05:55A night-soil cart? These streets are piped for sewerage.
0:05:55 > 0:05:58It was an artful escape. Everyone would have avoided them.
0:05:58 > 0:05:59Flight, throw your light over here.
0:06:01 > 0:06:05Cigarette ends where an accomplice must have waited.
0:06:05 > 0:06:08Tobacco's damp. I'll dry it out. See what brand was smoked.
0:06:08 > 0:06:10Flight, the night-soil men of London. Their numbers dwindle.
0:06:10 > 0:06:12Find all those whose collections pass nearby. Sir.
0:06:18 > 0:06:22Weed. It's Datura Stramonium - Jimson weed.
0:06:22 > 0:06:27Leaf of the Solanaceae family, found courtesy of my American brothers.
0:06:27 > 0:06:29Gypsies use it as an analgesic.
0:06:29 > 0:06:35And I believe it's being delivered in a new brand of cigarette,
0:06:35 > 0:06:37a brand aimed squarely at the ladies.
0:06:37 > 0:06:40'Joy cigarettes afford relief in cases of asthma and wheezing
0:06:40 > 0:06:43'and with a little perseverance, effect a permanent cure.'
0:06:44 > 0:06:47A cigarette for women?
0:06:47 > 0:06:50Inspector, sir, I've the night-soil man collected for you.
0:06:50 > 0:06:52Sergeant Artherton complained about the odour.
0:06:52 > 0:06:56I thought it best, however, not to leave him outdoors.
0:06:59 > 0:07:01Mr Urwin, sir.
0:07:11 > 0:07:13SHOUTING OUTSIDE
0:07:13 > 0:07:18Mr Urwin, a man has been snatched from Blewett's music hall.
0:07:18 > 0:07:19Your cart used for his removal.
0:07:22 > 0:07:27No, sir. Myself, my cart - we are blameless, I swear it.
0:07:27 > 0:07:31You shall speak, sir, if you have affection for yourself.
0:07:33 > 0:07:38My cart...it were thieved, two nights back.
0:07:39 > 0:07:41How was it thieved, Mr Urwin?
0:07:41 > 0:07:45There was many of them, sir. I fought hard as I could.
0:07:46 > 0:07:49But they prevailed, in time.
0:07:49 > 0:07:54Vicious, they were. Fierce, like lions.
0:07:54 > 0:07:58They were...women,
0:07:58 > 0:07:59were they not, Sir Urwin?
0:08:03 > 0:08:06This the reason for your reticent shame?
0:08:07 > 0:08:09It is, Mr Reid.
0:08:09 > 0:08:13It is a crew of women we hunt, Sergeant.
0:08:13 > 0:08:16Oh believe me, Mr Artherton. When he hears what I have to share with him,
0:08:16 > 0:08:19he will be glad. Do you know, Mr Best,
0:08:19 > 0:08:23I keep a list of what might provoke such emotion in the Inspector.
0:08:23 > 0:08:24Indeed? Mmm.
0:08:24 > 0:08:28Various painful deaths befalling your good self feature frequently.
0:08:28 > 0:08:30Quite the charmer, are you not, Sergeant?
0:08:30 > 0:08:32I do try, Mr Best.
0:08:32 > 0:08:34Oh, now I feel the late hour.
0:08:34 > 0:08:37Flight, put an alert out for this man's cart.
0:08:37 > 0:08:39Find its resting place, we find De Souza.
0:08:39 > 0:08:41What's that? Was that Mr De Souza?
0:08:41 > 0:08:43How uncanny, Mr Reid.
0:08:43 > 0:08:46I received a letter from that very man just two hours ago,
0:08:46 > 0:08:50so I have come visiting to give you prior knowledge of tomorrow's paper.
0:08:52 > 0:08:54"I, Sir Walter De Souza, renounce any opposition
0:08:54 > 0:08:58"to my fellow LCC member Miss Cobden and her works".
0:08:58 > 0:08:59The original?
0:09:02 > 0:09:06How I am your friend, Mr Reid.
0:09:09 > 0:09:12Mr Best. I wonder, have you ever met Mr Urwin?
0:09:12 > 0:09:15I have not had the pleasure, sir.
0:09:15 > 0:09:17But I am an admirer of your work.
0:09:17 > 0:09:20Mr Urwin is perhaps the last remaining night-soil man
0:09:20 > 0:09:22of this parish.
0:09:24 > 0:09:26Good evening to you, inspector.
0:09:28 > 0:09:30Hop it, Jimmy.
0:09:30 > 0:09:36We must assume his female captors to have forced this retraction
0:09:36 > 0:09:39of his opposition to Miss Cobden. A Miss in the London County Council?
0:09:39 > 0:09:41How this city continues to evolve.
0:09:41 > 0:09:45It's a novelty, yes, but her reputation grows.
0:09:45 > 0:09:47Over 2,000 votes collected in '89.
0:09:47 > 0:09:49Yet more side with her now.
0:09:49 > 0:09:50What exactly is this opposition
0:09:50 > 0:09:53they seek to end with this declaration of De Souza's?
0:09:53 > 0:09:55De Souza has never hidden his bile from Cobden,
0:09:55 > 0:09:57or indeed any woman that seeks office.
0:09:57 > 0:10:00The first time she voted in the LCC, February this year,
0:10:00 > 0:10:02he served her with a writ. Blocked her right to do so again.
0:10:02 > 0:10:05And there is more. If he wins his court case,
0:10:05 > 0:10:07her actions will be prosecuted as illegal.
0:10:07 > 0:10:09Drake, send word to Cobden's office.
0:10:09 > 0:10:12In the meantime, any and all we have on the woman.
0:10:13 > 0:10:17You weren't being kind, about the music hall?
0:10:17 > 0:10:19Come, Rose - you know I am not that.
0:10:22 > 0:10:24Who'd have thought it, though.
0:10:25 > 0:10:27A man snatched,
0:10:27 > 0:10:29the police arriving...
0:10:31 > 0:10:32Sergeant Drake.
0:10:34 > 0:10:36He seem his self to you?
0:10:37 > 0:10:39Happy?
0:10:39 > 0:10:41Bella meets a need.
0:10:41 > 0:10:44A need you would not.
0:10:44 > 0:10:46You mistake my meaning, Miss Susan.
0:10:46 > 0:10:51I wish the pair a, a happy union - the happiest.
0:10:51 > 0:10:53KNOCK AT DOOR Come in.
0:10:53 > 0:10:56Forgive me intruding. My night's takings here for counting.
0:10:56 > 0:10:59Rose, meet Ida, newest to our home here.
0:10:59 > 0:11:01But fastest to our gentlemen's hearts already.
0:11:01 > 0:11:04Well, I should leave you to your business.
0:11:04 > 0:11:06I would not get in the way of Miss Susan's profits.
0:11:09 > 0:11:11WHISPERS: I'm proud of you, girl.
0:11:15 > 0:11:17Your new thoroughbred?
0:11:17 > 0:11:19Not near so sleek and lovely as you, darling.
0:11:21 > 0:11:22Captain.
0:11:23 > 0:11:25HE CLEARS THROAT
0:11:25 > 0:11:27Captain. One for you, two for me
0:11:27 > 0:11:29and 20 for the barber, Silas Duggan.
0:11:31 > 0:11:33Would you leave us, please? Yes, Miss Susan.
0:11:35 > 0:11:39You think it wise to air your weary gripes in front of that girl?
0:11:39 > 0:11:41I just think she should know who she's working for.
0:11:41 > 0:11:43So says the police stooge.
0:11:43 > 0:11:47Yeah, at least it's honest coin. No! That's an honest pittance.
0:11:47 > 0:11:49That does nothing - NOTHING -
0:11:49 > 0:11:51to address our currently calamitous situation.
0:11:51 > 0:11:55Oh, yeah, and whose fault is that current calamitous situation, Susan?
0:11:55 > 0:11:57Hmm?
0:11:57 > 0:12:00Who was it did the goddamn deal with Duggan, huh?
0:12:00 > 0:12:01Was it me?
0:12:42 > 0:12:45There you are, sir. Thank you.
0:12:53 > 0:12:57You are not yet due, madam. Should I be flattered?
0:12:57 > 0:13:01No. I come with a business proposition.
0:13:01 > 0:13:06Indeed. Tenter Street is a concern that makes money. Good money.
0:13:06 > 0:13:11I'm aware of this. Then take it. Buy it from me.
0:13:11 > 0:13:14But it's already mine.
0:13:14 > 0:13:16The premises are yours, but the business is mine.
0:13:19 > 0:13:23There would be no outlay for you, other than a fee for my discharge -
0:13:23 > 0:13:26on which you and I might agree, and which may provide for
0:13:26 > 0:13:29my husband and myself to remove ourselves from this quarter.
0:13:29 > 0:13:31It is a good and generous offer, Duggan.
0:13:31 > 0:13:36It's true, the house was a pigpen when I gave you tenancy of it.
0:13:37 > 0:13:41That house, that income may now be entirely yours.
0:13:43 > 0:13:45It will be mine - in due course.
0:13:45 > 0:13:48Only should I fail to make payment.
0:13:48 > 0:13:50Oh...
0:13:50 > 0:13:54but you will fail, one month or the next.
0:13:54 > 0:13:56Duggan, please.
0:13:57 > 0:14:00I have made you money. Much money.
0:14:00 > 0:14:03Now...
0:14:03 > 0:14:06I beg you, free me.
0:14:06 > 0:14:11But Madam, you may with ease be free. You have always known this.
0:14:13 > 0:14:18Come - is an act from which, as you say, you have readily profited,
0:14:18 > 0:14:20yet will not perform yourself.
0:14:23 > 0:14:26Some might call that hypocrisy.
0:14:32 > 0:14:33BELL JINGLES AND DOOR CLOSES
0:14:40 > 0:14:43HAWKER: Fresh bread, baked this morning!
0:14:52 > 0:14:54There are places nearby where you can get a hot meals and a cold drink.
0:14:54 > 0:14:56Thank you, Miss. God bless you.
0:15:00 > 0:15:03Turkish, sir. Ground with a burr-mill,
0:15:03 > 0:15:06sugared and blended and akin to tar.
0:15:06 > 0:15:09My thanks, Artherton. I just saw the damnedest thing.
0:15:09 > 0:15:11This woman I just passed in the street.
0:15:11 > 0:15:14No, scratch that, she was not a woman.
0:15:14 > 0:15:16Uh-huh. She was a goddess, Reid,
0:15:16 > 0:15:17to make even a heathen like you believe.
0:15:17 > 0:15:19What are we to make of this, Sergeant?
0:15:19 > 0:15:21Another blend for the American, I imagine.
0:15:21 > 0:15:25You should have seen her, she had gentle eyes, perfect face.
0:15:25 > 0:15:28And the body that one imagines under the... Yes. Thank you, Captain.
0:15:28 > 0:15:31Oh, no, please... Do continue on, sir.
0:15:35 > 0:15:37I apologise, Councillor Cobden.
0:15:37 > 0:15:40He is American and therefore lacking in manners and propriety.
0:15:40 > 0:15:43Well, then, we shall get along famously.
0:15:43 > 0:15:45Inspector Reid, I take it?
0:15:52 > 0:15:56You cannot think me a suspect in Sir Walter's disappearance?
0:15:58 > 0:16:01I was with my political agent.
0:16:01 > 0:16:04He can act as my witness if my word is not good enough for you.
0:16:04 > 0:16:07No, it is not you, but your supporters we are interested in.
0:16:07 > 0:16:09For once, the papers bear no lies.
0:16:09 > 0:16:13We believe a gang of women did act in your name in snatching De Souza.
0:16:13 > 0:16:15Do you know an Ettie Lee?
0:16:15 > 0:16:18No. Did you incite any woman to action against De Souza?
0:16:18 > 0:16:21To do so would be self murder. How so?
0:16:21 > 0:16:25Sir Walter's capture looks set to ruin me. The court case approaches.
0:16:25 > 0:16:26If he is not found, is not safe,
0:16:26 > 0:16:29I will have lost before I have even begun.
0:16:29 > 0:16:31I made a promise to my voters, Inspector.
0:16:31 > 0:16:33I want to see it through.
0:16:33 > 0:16:36And yet they would darken your name with this criminal act.
0:16:36 > 0:16:38Do not think the irony lost on me.
0:16:38 > 0:16:43Tell me, what kind of woman supports you. What unites them?
0:16:43 > 0:16:46That they work. Or they have work stolen from them.
0:16:46 > 0:16:49That they are mistreated by the men who employ them,
0:16:49 > 0:16:52ignored, dismissed without due cause,
0:16:52 > 0:16:56spoken over, used for carnal pursuits, dispossessed.
0:16:56 > 0:16:59The ill-used women of this city could number an army.
0:16:59 > 0:17:00They start with a gang.
0:17:00 > 0:17:04Tell me, do you keep record of those who seek assistance from you?
0:17:04 > 0:17:07It makes me feel quite the dullard, but yes.
0:17:07 > 0:17:10Then I would have you share it with me, Councillor.
0:17:10 > 0:17:11Will you have them sent over?
0:17:11 > 0:17:15So, I am to be deputised to you?
0:17:15 > 0:17:17I...
0:17:30 > 0:17:35What's this? "Do I qualify for badge and warrant card now?"
0:17:38 > 0:17:40You men. Fast eyes through these, if you please.
0:17:40 > 0:17:43We search for women with both heavy grievance
0:17:43 > 0:17:45and frequent communication with Miss Cobden.
0:17:47 > 0:17:50Let's get to it, Sergeant. Sir.
0:17:50 > 0:17:52WHISPERING
0:18:06 > 0:18:08Both men asked for Miss Ida.
0:18:08 > 0:18:10Said they would pay over and above.
0:18:10 > 0:18:12DOOR CLOSES
0:18:14 > 0:18:18Good evening to you, sir. Madam.
0:18:18 > 0:18:21Miss Ida. Thrice in one week.
0:18:21 > 0:18:24We are flattered.
0:18:24 > 0:18:28Ida, show your gentleman to your room. Yes, Miss Susan.
0:18:31 > 0:18:34GIGGLING
0:18:37 > 0:18:39That man has had my very best.
0:18:39 > 0:18:41First Rose, then Bella,
0:18:41 > 0:18:44and neither could lay claim to such regular loyalty.
0:18:44 > 0:18:48Along with you, girl. See to refreshments.
0:18:50 > 0:18:52GLASS SHATTERING
0:19:23 > 0:19:24Charity!
0:19:25 > 0:19:29Charity, fetch a broom. Yes, Miss Susan.
0:19:32 > 0:19:34Ida, why are you not with your gentleman?
0:19:34 > 0:19:37The gent has particular tastes, Miss Susan.
0:19:37 > 0:19:40You wish me to accommodate, do you not?
0:19:40 > 0:19:43No. I would speak with him myself.
0:19:43 > 0:19:47I do not allow all and every behaviour under my roof.
0:19:47 > 0:19:50Please, Miss. I made sure to charge extra.
0:19:55 > 0:19:56Who are you?
0:19:58 > 0:19:59What have you done?
0:20:12 > 0:20:14CLATTERING
0:20:14 > 0:20:16FOOTSTEPS
0:20:23 > 0:20:25DOOR SHUTS
0:20:26 > 0:20:28HORSE AND CART DRAW OFF
0:20:28 > 0:20:32Help! Help, sir!
0:20:32 > 0:20:34Please, help!
0:20:34 > 0:20:38What is it girl? Miss Susan. Tenter Street,
0:20:38 > 0:20:40she's been taken.
0:20:40 > 0:20:43Perkins! Fetch Jackson!
0:20:44 > 0:20:46Where?
0:20:46 > 0:20:49Where? Ida's room.
0:20:49 > 0:20:51Miss Charity...
0:20:53 > 0:20:57What's happened to Miss Susan? Go!
0:20:57 > 0:20:59Look, this is her earring.
0:20:59 > 0:21:01Won by myself at dice.
0:21:01 > 0:21:04Charity, what did you see here? What happened?
0:21:06 > 0:21:08Miss Susan...taken, sir.
0:21:08 > 0:21:10I gathered that, girl, but by who, goddamit?
0:21:10 > 0:21:11Which of these sons of bitches...?
0:21:11 > 0:21:14Jackson, will you just give the girl some peace?
0:21:14 > 0:21:17What's this, Sergeant? Another mewling tart for you to defend?
0:21:17 > 0:21:19Captain, Captain, gather yourself. Look...
0:21:19 > 0:21:22I do not know any man who would spirit a woman away
0:21:22 > 0:21:25into the night without first taking his clothes.
0:21:25 > 0:21:29See here? Violence used to take whoever lay here.
0:21:29 > 0:21:31Now...
0:21:31 > 0:21:33who was it entertained here, girl?
0:21:33 > 0:21:36Miss Ida, sir. Our new girl.
0:21:36 > 0:21:38And she is here?
0:21:38 > 0:21:40No. Disappeared also, sir.
0:21:40 > 0:21:42Calm, now, who did you see?
0:21:45 > 0:21:46I was in the parlour.
0:21:46 > 0:21:50A brick came through the window there when I was sweeping up.
0:21:51 > 0:21:53But...
0:21:53 > 0:21:54I saw them.
0:21:54 > 0:21:58The man and Miss Susan carried between them.
0:21:58 > 0:22:00Stowed aboard a cart of some kind, sir.
0:22:00 > 0:22:03But Ida herself was not so mistreated.
0:22:03 > 0:22:04No, Captain Jackson.
0:22:05 > 0:22:08She walked alongside.
0:22:08 > 0:22:10Similar method, is it not?
0:22:10 > 0:22:12Like De Souza and the girl Ettie who worked there.
0:22:12 > 0:22:15The brick, through the window, a distraction also,
0:22:15 > 0:22:18as with the blackout at Blewett's. The same means of escape.
0:22:18 > 0:22:21The same gang of women, must be? And Susan just got in their way.
0:22:24 > 0:22:26Look, there's some dirt here.
0:22:26 > 0:22:30This man - the client - this man is the target, the purpose.
0:22:30 > 0:22:32His name, Charity?
0:22:32 > 0:22:34We all look to our own, sir.
0:22:34 > 0:22:37His face is known to me, but...his name is not.
0:22:39 > 0:22:41But others have known him in the past.
0:22:44 > 0:22:47Miss Rose and, er...Mrs Drake.
0:22:50 > 0:22:54We must have them both interviewed. If you would, er...
0:22:54 > 0:22:56permit me to interview your wife, Sergeant.
0:23:21 > 0:23:26You... Wait! Forgive me, Miss Susan. No harm was meant to come your way.
0:23:26 > 0:23:28She wakes then?
0:23:28 > 0:23:32I would have audience with you myself. Raine, my name.
0:23:49 > 0:23:52I knew I liked the measure of you, first I had eyes on you.
0:23:52 > 0:23:54Now, all the more.
0:24:00 > 0:24:03Do not force me to make you prisoner.
0:24:03 > 0:24:05Friend is much more to my liking. Friend?!
0:24:05 > 0:24:09I am attacked in my house, abducted, and brought to this hovel.
0:24:09 > 0:24:11My girls.
0:24:11 > 0:24:16If any one of them are harmed, I shall slice you lip to tip.
0:24:16 > 0:24:18Your premises was all that was required.
0:24:18 > 0:24:22Premises! My business! Now ruined. Word will spread.
0:24:22 > 0:24:25Which man will now trust in the security of my house?
0:24:27 > 0:24:31You do not need such as Ely.
0:24:31 > 0:24:35His deeds are evil, as is the man.
0:24:35 > 0:24:37You think I have no knowledge of evil men?
0:24:37 > 0:24:39Or care either which way for their deeds?
0:24:39 > 0:24:41You care for this, then?
0:24:41 > 0:24:42Mags.
0:24:57 > 0:24:58Ely the cause.
0:24:58 > 0:25:01He might as well have done it to her himself.
0:25:07 > 0:25:08Come...
0:25:25 > 0:25:29Mrs Drake. Good morning. My many thanks.
0:25:30 > 0:25:32Study each item in turn.
0:25:32 > 0:25:34If we can establish the identity of the client,
0:25:34 > 0:25:37it may help us discover Miss Hart's whereabouts.
0:25:37 > 0:25:40I set eyes on that bitch Ida, I'll smash her teeth through her jaw.
0:25:47 > 0:25:48Shined.
0:25:48 > 0:25:50Regular like.
0:25:51 > 0:25:52Gutteridge?
0:25:56 > 0:25:58Liked to see his face in his toecap.
0:25:59 > 0:26:02But he were a big man... and this boot too small.
0:26:07 > 0:26:09Hitchley?
0:26:12 > 0:26:14Liked to smoke throughout, did he not?
0:26:19 > 0:26:21Eridge.
0:26:21 > 0:26:22Remember?
0:26:22 > 0:26:23Haughty.
0:26:23 > 0:26:26Always wished to, you know, finish...
0:26:28 > 0:26:29..not inside as such.
0:26:31 > 0:26:33Said we was all riddled.
0:26:36 > 0:26:37Mrs Drake?
0:26:37 > 0:26:40No. See the embroidery.
0:26:40 > 0:26:43Eridge wasn't the kind for flowers.
0:26:44 > 0:26:45Ely.
0:26:45 > 0:26:47Ely.
0:26:47 > 0:26:48Cruel.
0:26:48 > 0:26:50Thomas Ely.
0:26:50 > 0:26:52His home? His work?
0:26:52 > 0:26:53Lawyerman.
0:26:55 > 0:26:59My dear Bella, you are brave. You do know that, don't ya?
0:27:01 > 0:27:03I shall see you tonight, husband.
0:27:07 > 0:27:08Rose.
0:27:08 > 0:27:09Mrs Drake.
0:27:12 > 0:27:14Sergeant. Miss Rose.
0:27:19 > 0:27:21We have a politician, a lawyer.
0:27:21 > 0:27:25Men of influence snatched unsuspecting from their daily pursuits
0:27:25 > 0:27:27by a gang of women, one of whose number may be planted
0:27:27 > 0:27:29amongst those activities.
0:27:29 > 0:27:31We may not assume De Souza their first.
0:27:31 > 0:27:34So we must search the city's crimes for one similar.
0:27:34 > 0:27:37One which may show us where this plotting began. Artherton, Jackson,
0:27:37 > 0:27:40he studies the soil stamped into the Tenter Street carpeting, does he not?
0:27:40 > 0:27:43He pursues it still, sir. Delicate work.
0:27:43 > 0:27:45Very well. Sergeant, you are with me.
0:27:49 > 0:27:51Ah, we have another, sir.
0:27:51 > 0:27:53Two weeks back. C Division.
0:27:53 > 0:27:55A gentleman snatched from his lunchtime stroll
0:27:55 > 0:27:57through a department store.
0:27:57 > 0:27:59A fire set off, their distraction - a dresser girl, their insider,
0:27:59 > 0:28:01she also then disappeared.
0:28:01 > 0:28:02Cullington. His work?
0:28:02 > 0:28:04Yes, sir. Factory foreman.
0:28:04 > 0:28:06Not quite a lawyer or a politician.
0:28:06 > 0:28:07No. Which factory?
0:28:07 > 0:28:10The Covent Garden shoe-makers.
0:28:10 > 0:28:12Before that, however... What?
0:28:12 > 0:28:14..the match factory at Bow.
0:28:14 > 0:28:16Cullington left after the strike in '88.
0:28:16 > 0:28:19The match-girls strike. Quite so, sir.
0:28:19 > 0:28:21During the picket, Cullington acted as barrier
0:28:21 > 0:28:23between the women and the owners.
0:28:23 > 0:28:24After the settlement,
0:28:24 > 0:28:27it was felt he no longer had the support of the workforce. The match-girls.
0:28:27 > 0:28:32The match-girls. Show me a group of women more ill used than the match-girls.
0:28:32 > 0:28:34Miss Cobden.
0:28:34 > 0:28:38Miss Cobden, she is committed to those girls.
0:28:38 > 0:28:43To answering their grievances, even though their strike is now past.
0:28:45 > 0:28:47Phossy jaw! Necrosis of the jawbone.
0:28:47 > 0:28:50The phosphorous from the yellow-tipped matches
0:28:50 > 0:28:53converts into biphosphonates - these laid down in the bone
0:28:53 > 0:28:57to then eat it away. Abscesses lead to brain inflammation, then mutism.
0:28:57 > 0:28:59Then death. The Jimson in those smokes.
0:28:59 > 0:29:01Taken for pain relief.
0:29:01 > 0:29:02Deputations from match-girls.
0:29:02 > 0:29:05Here, "They have been trying to get the poor girls to say
0:29:05 > 0:29:08"that it is all lies and has been printed and trying to make us
0:29:08 > 0:29:10"sign papers that it's all lies."
0:29:10 > 0:29:13Papers. Legal papers. Ely, the lawyer.
0:29:13 > 0:29:14Papers prepared by him, perhaps?
0:29:14 > 0:29:17That is the means by which the strike was laid to rest, sir.
0:29:17 > 0:29:21The girls were manipulated into silence, promised improvements in their conditions.
0:29:21 > 0:29:24But these improvements so scant that Miss Cobden, others like her,
0:29:24 > 0:29:27some of the girls even too, refused to accept this change in provision.
0:29:27 > 0:29:30And here is De Souza all set to bring Miss Cobden to heel and silence her.
0:29:30 > 0:29:33Cullington - the foreman who refused to hear their complaints,
0:29:33 > 0:29:34Ely to serve legal writ,
0:29:34 > 0:29:38De Souza to silence their champion. Sergeant, travel to Bow.
0:29:38 > 0:29:40Find that factory manager,
0:29:40 > 0:29:43hang him by his ankles over one of his dipping vats and have from him
0:29:43 > 0:29:47the roll of girls that refused to accept his scant settlement.
0:29:47 > 0:29:49Sir.
0:29:49 > 0:29:52We are nearing the root and reason of this.
0:29:52 > 0:29:53Flight, fetch me coffee.
0:29:55 > 0:29:56Go on.
0:30:28 > 0:30:30DOOR OPENS
0:30:31 > 0:30:34Raine!
0:30:34 > 0:30:36What game is this, young lady?!
0:30:37 > 0:30:39Hide and seek.
0:30:40 > 0:30:42GIRLS GIGGLE
0:30:43 > 0:30:46See?
0:30:46 > 0:30:50You are not alone in wishing your girls a better measure of living.
0:30:52 > 0:30:54Here, they feel part of a family.
0:30:56 > 0:30:57They are thieves.
0:31:00 > 0:31:03What is this improved life you promise?
0:31:03 > 0:31:05One lived behind bars?
0:31:05 > 0:31:09One of freedom...compassion.
0:31:10 > 0:31:12These girls have been
0:31:12 > 0:31:15saved from slavery and disease and given a place...
0:31:17 > 0:31:19..a voice.
0:31:19 > 0:31:23I insist on everything that was never insisted upon for me.
0:31:23 > 0:31:30Education of the self, control of the self, respect of the self.
0:31:30 > 0:31:33Rebuilding what was ruined.
0:31:33 > 0:31:38Here they are turned to no-one's account but their own. You!
0:31:38 > 0:31:41You would have them spread-legging your service
0:31:41 > 0:31:43and pocket your 60%.
0:31:44 > 0:31:47My girls are treated better than any.
0:31:47 > 0:31:50In my care they are tended to when sick, have as much security
0:31:50 > 0:31:53as might be afforded them anywhere in this world!
0:31:53 > 0:31:54And who profits?
0:31:56 > 0:31:58It is my business.
0:31:58 > 0:32:02You think yourself a woman liberated and independent.
0:32:02 > 0:32:04I do.
0:32:04 > 0:32:08And what of the men who leave your house loose and sated?
0:32:08 > 0:32:11Do you think on them and what they have enjoyed
0:32:11 > 0:32:14so that you can proclaim your liberation?
0:32:19 > 0:32:21SHE SCOFFS
0:32:21 > 0:32:23Come with me.
0:32:23 > 0:32:25DOOR OPENS
0:32:28 > 0:32:30I've been wounded.
0:32:30 > 0:32:33There was a letter-knife in the bedroom.
0:32:34 > 0:32:35Ely used it.
0:32:38 > 0:32:40A needle and thread, there.
0:32:42 > 0:32:43You will oblige me?
0:32:43 > 0:32:45I am not one of your mulish girls.
0:32:46 > 0:32:49But I cannot ask one of my girls.
0:32:52 > 0:32:53I am their leader.
0:32:54 > 0:32:57They may not see me so...mortal.
0:33:00 > 0:33:01Perhaps you understand?
0:33:20 > 0:33:22Your hand is steady.
0:33:28 > 0:33:29SHE GROANS
0:33:32 > 0:33:34SHE GASPS
0:33:36 > 0:33:37You wonder at my scars.
0:33:40 > 0:33:41First was a carriage.
0:33:44 > 0:33:45Same...
0:33:45 > 0:33:51one that took my mother from this world.
0:33:51 > 0:33:54Left me with nothing but my infant sister,
0:33:54 > 0:33:56Ma held in her arms.
0:33:56 > 0:34:01The rest - must a woman explain how she came by such...
0:34:01 > 0:34:02stripes?
0:34:06 > 0:34:07By the hands of men.
0:34:10 > 0:34:12Your sister. Is she still amongst you?
0:34:13 > 0:34:14She is not.
0:34:17 > 0:34:20She helped build this, however.
0:34:24 > 0:34:25This kingdom of ours.
0:34:29 > 0:34:30You've made all this.
0:34:32 > 0:34:34You started with nothing.
0:34:35 > 0:34:38I started with everything, and yet nothing is my own.
0:34:39 > 0:34:42Not such the independent woman, then?
0:34:44 > 0:34:45No.
0:34:47 > 0:34:50Many's the woman who has come down here...
0:34:53 > 0:34:56..and had her vision of the world changed.
0:34:58 > 0:35:00What will it take to change your vision of the world?
0:35:02 > 0:35:05These men you have taken.
0:35:05 > 0:35:07The revenge you seek.
0:35:07 > 0:35:10Everything your sister and yourself have built up -
0:35:10 > 0:35:12it will drive it into the dirt.
0:35:21 > 0:35:22How dare you speak of her?
0:35:26 > 0:35:30What do you know of her?!
0:35:31 > 0:35:32I didn't mean...
0:35:32 > 0:35:35Or me. Of what we do here!
0:35:35 > 0:35:39SHE CHOKES You - a woman that runs whores!
0:35:40 > 0:35:44No. I will not brook any more from you!
0:35:44 > 0:35:45Mags!
0:35:45 > 0:35:48You have no wish to be our friend?
0:35:48 > 0:35:51I shall use you for another purpose.
0:35:52 > 0:35:56May I introduce Sir Walter De Souza?
0:35:56 > 0:35:58Mr Thomas Ely, you already know.
0:35:58 > 0:36:00And Mr Henry Cullington.
0:36:02 > 0:36:04Raine, what are you doing?
0:36:04 > 0:36:05WHIMPERING
0:36:08 > 0:36:11Raine, stop, please! Please!
0:36:14 > 0:36:16No, Raine please, I beg you, think of what you do!
0:36:16 > 0:36:18MUFFLED FRANTIC WHIMPERING
0:36:22 > 0:36:24MUFFLED SCREAMING
0:36:30 > 0:36:32The world will hear us now.
0:36:44 > 0:36:46What will they make of you?
0:36:46 > 0:36:49For surely a day will come when not only one woman -
0:36:49 > 0:36:54but hundreds will take their fully-enfranchised position
0:36:54 > 0:36:56among you and none shall remark on it
0:36:56 > 0:37:01as anything more than the everyday heartbeat of political life.
0:37:01 > 0:37:06Bluntly, sirs - if you are for progress, then you are for me!
0:37:06 > 0:37:11Forgive the intrusion, it is born only out of necessity.
0:37:11 > 0:37:13Sir Walter?
0:37:13 > 0:37:14I'm afraid not, but we are close.
0:37:14 > 0:37:18Here, madam - it is a list of all the women from the match factory
0:37:18 > 0:37:20who refused settlement for their grievances.
0:37:20 > 0:37:22The match-girls? Mmm.
0:37:22 > 0:37:25You believe they are responsible for the man's abduction?
0:37:25 > 0:37:26And not just the one man, miss.
0:37:26 > 0:37:29Please. The names on the list, do any seem familiar to you?
0:37:31 > 0:37:33Here, Agnes Thornell.
0:37:34 > 0:37:36She came to me with her head and shoulders
0:37:36 > 0:37:39entirely obscured with black lace - mourning weeds.
0:37:39 > 0:37:41My thanks. We will find her.
0:37:41 > 0:37:43You will not succeed, Inspector.
0:37:43 > 0:37:45The poor woman died of her phossy jaw.
0:37:45 > 0:37:49HE GASPS Her visits to you, was she alone?
0:37:49 > 0:37:55No. She led a faction. She and another firebrand.
0:37:55 > 0:37:57Well, after Agnes died, I never saw her again.
0:37:59 > 0:38:02But I always fancied a familial closeness.
0:38:02 > 0:38:04Familial?
0:38:04 > 0:38:09Ah, here, another Thornell. Raine. Raine Thornell.
0:38:09 > 0:38:12Thank you again, Miss Cobden, good evening.
0:38:14 > 0:38:15Raine Thornell...
0:38:15 > 0:38:17Nothing. Not a single record.
0:38:17 > 0:38:19The wit and resilience to evade the law at every turn.
0:38:21 > 0:38:24Miss Susan! I have word for you, Inspector.
0:38:27 > 0:38:29Jackson? We have sent for him, sir.
0:38:29 > 0:38:31Sit down. I'll get you a drink.
0:38:36 > 0:38:37Jesus! Susan!
0:38:38 > 0:38:40What did they do to you, darling?
0:38:40 > 0:38:43Captain, a moment. These are from separate men?
0:38:43 > 0:38:44Not now, Reid. Captain.
0:38:45 > 0:38:48Three right-handed index fingers. Cut through
0:38:48 > 0:38:51the digital artery...
0:38:51 > 0:38:54There is word. "Have the woman Hart carry this bag
0:38:54 > 0:38:57"filled with the ransom of 500 guineas compensation
0:38:57 > 0:39:00"to Petticoat Lane, tomorrow at four o'clock in the afternoon.
0:39:00 > 0:39:02"If neither, she, nor the bag, nor the money are there,
0:39:02 > 0:39:06"Masters Cullington, de Souza and Ely will die."
0:39:06 > 0:39:08Where are they hid, Miss Hart?
0:39:11 > 0:39:13My eyes were bound. I have no idea.
0:39:13 > 0:39:15You have no clue?!
0:39:15 > 0:39:17Hey - she answered you already, Reid.
0:39:17 > 0:39:18Let me fix you up.
0:39:43 > 0:39:46500 guineas. The notion of De Souza's imminent death
0:39:46 > 0:39:48oiled the wheels somewhat.
0:39:48 > 0:39:51Along with my word to the Commissioner that it would not
0:39:51 > 0:39:54leave my sight. This division does not bow to ransom demands.
0:39:54 > 0:39:56But we may allow ourselves the pretence of doing so.
0:39:56 > 0:39:58And how exactly do you intend to hand it off?
0:39:58 > 0:40:00As was requested.
0:40:00 > 0:40:01Absolutely not! Goddamn it!
0:40:01 > 0:40:02She's not going anywhere except home.
0:40:04 > 0:40:06Does he speak for you?
0:40:06 > 0:40:07He has never yet.
0:40:09 > 0:40:10No. Well...?
0:40:12 > 0:40:13I shall do it.
0:40:15 > 0:40:17What the hell are you doing? You call me his stooge!
0:40:17 > 0:40:18Why are you doing this for him?!
0:40:18 > 0:40:22I am not doing it for him. I do it for them.
0:40:22 > 0:40:24Those girls.
0:40:24 > 0:40:26Because perhaps this way they might find a way through this
0:40:26 > 0:40:28that does not involve a man and a rope.
0:40:32 > 0:40:36Ourselves and the Captain, we will be hidden in plain sight,
0:40:36 > 0:40:37alert to your safety.
0:40:37 > 0:40:40You will hand the bag to Raine and then you will turn about
0:40:40 > 0:40:44and you will leave. And then we shall follow her to wherever it is
0:40:44 > 0:40:47they hide and only then, strike.
0:40:47 > 0:40:49Retrieve both cash and captives.
0:40:50 > 0:40:53If those men are alive, those women will avoid the hangman.
0:40:53 > 0:40:54You have my word.
0:40:58 > 0:41:00SHOUTING AND CHATTERING
0:42:02 > 0:42:04You ARE a dutiful girl.
0:42:16 > 0:42:19Raine, whatever your plan, be wise, think again.
0:42:19 > 0:42:21The police will take you.
0:42:21 > 0:42:25You're guilty of kidnap, ransom - your girls all of them complicit.
0:42:25 > 0:42:27Please, I would not see you all hang.
0:42:27 > 0:42:32You would do better to have a little faith in womankind.
0:43:51 > 0:43:52SHE CHUCKLES QUIETLY
0:44:10 > 0:44:13Wait! Get off me! Get off me! You, stay there. You, stay there!
0:44:22 > 0:44:25BACKGROUND CHATTER OF STALL-HOLDERS AND CUSTOMERS
0:44:30 > 0:44:33HUBBUB OF MIXED VOICES
0:45:05 > 0:45:07You did not call out to the police.
0:45:08 > 0:45:10I did not.
0:45:10 > 0:45:12I would help you and yours.
0:45:12 > 0:45:15Plenty enough girls to look to.
0:45:15 > 0:45:17I do not require another.
0:45:17 > 0:45:22But I come as your equal - your friend, not your charge.
0:45:22 > 0:45:24Why would you want my life?
0:45:24 > 0:45:29Because perhaps now, I see beneath the surface of my life.
0:45:31 > 0:45:34I take orders from a man to come here.
0:45:34 > 0:45:37I service the needs of another I call husband.
0:45:37 > 0:45:38And yet there is another still...
0:45:40 > 0:45:42a man - Duggan - who owns me.
0:45:44 > 0:45:47No other soul have I shared this with.
0:45:47 > 0:45:51He seeks to trade my debt for my flesh.
0:45:54 > 0:45:56Whatever comes to pass...
0:45:59 > 0:46:00..you must swear it to yourself,
0:46:00 > 0:46:03that you will not cave in to this animal's demands.
0:46:05 > 0:46:07The first time changes you...
0:46:07 > 0:46:11for ever. I would not want that for you.
0:46:13 > 0:46:15DOOR BANGS
0:46:15 > 0:46:17Reid, I swear to God, if anything happens to her...
0:46:17 > 0:46:18I swear! But what is it you fear?
0:46:18 > 0:46:21You saw the pair, same as I, close in congress.
0:46:21 > 0:46:23And what exactly is your point?
0:46:23 > 0:46:25That too much of this story still remains a mystery.
0:46:25 > 0:46:27One that you might still have a hand in unravelling.
0:46:27 > 0:46:31Now muzzle your temper, Captain. Return to your laboratory.
0:46:31 > 0:46:32That soil may yet lead us to her.
0:46:37 > 0:46:40Forgive us, Councillor, we are somewhat pressed.
0:46:40 > 0:46:43As I can see, Inspector. I merely wish to let you know
0:46:43 > 0:46:45that the woman Raine,
0:46:45 > 0:46:47I've a clue as to where she might call home.
0:46:47 > 0:46:49Her sister, Agnes,
0:46:49 > 0:46:51I was not the first advocate she sought out.
0:46:51 > 0:46:52She spoke bitterly of her home parish
0:46:52 > 0:46:55where she might have expected succour but received none.
0:46:55 > 0:46:57St John at Hackney, Inspector.
0:47:23 > 0:47:26Bow matchworks and surrounds.
0:47:28 > 0:47:32St John at Hackney. Thanks to Miss Cobden, our search narrows.
0:47:32 > 0:47:33There are women located in this section.
0:47:33 > 0:47:35The soil burned hard and fast.
0:47:35 > 0:47:39That means there's heavy residue of organic matter within it - peat.
0:47:39 > 0:47:41Fossilised microscopic remains throughout.
0:47:41 > 0:47:44That kind of dirt can only be found in one place - marshland.
0:47:44 > 0:47:46Hackney Marshes. Flight, find Urwin,
0:47:46 > 0:47:49cover this stretch of ground with him, find his cart. Yes, sir.
0:47:53 > 0:47:55SHE CHUCKLES GLEEFULLY
0:48:00 > 0:48:04SHE CONTINUES CHUCKLING
0:48:07 > 0:48:09Gather it up, girls.
0:48:09 > 0:48:10This is our compensation.
0:48:10 > 0:48:12We have won at last.
0:48:15 > 0:48:16We move out in the morning.
0:48:16 > 0:48:19Miss Susan, you're one of us now!
0:48:26 > 0:48:29For the first time in my life, I am glad to catch this stench.
0:48:29 > 0:48:32Inspector, we have found the girls. Are you sure? Urwin, is it your cart?
0:48:32 > 0:48:33Treated poorly, but, yes, mine.
0:48:33 > 0:48:35House on Gilpin Road.
0:48:35 > 0:48:38Artherton, fetch Captain Jackson. Sir. Thank you, sir. Jimmy.
0:48:45 > 0:48:48EXCITED CHATTER
0:48:51 > 0:48:53Where's Raine? Have you seen her?
0:48:53 > 0:48:54She's gone downstairs.
0:48:59 > 0:49:03Raine? Raine? Your girls wait on you.
0:49:03 > 0:49:05Come no further. I will be quick.
0:49:06 > 0:49:07This I do for my sister.
0:49:11 > 0:49:16You should have paid me heed. Now you are party to this.
0:49:17 > 0:49:20You would kill them? You will all hang.
0:49:20 > 0:49:23I care not. Not since Agnes.
0:49:25 > 0:49:28The rot did not stop at her jaw.
0:49:28 > 0:49:33It crept up into her brain, into her skull, into who she was.
0:49:33 > 0:49:37Until she did not know even me.
0:49:37 > 0:49:40A sister yet stranger.
0:49:40 > 0:49:44I was supposed to protect her. Always.
0:49:44 > 0:49:47MEN WHIMPER
0:49:50 > 0:49:54You! Dare whimper like a child(!)
0:49:54 > 0:49:58You who would rob my girls of every hope!
0:49:58 > 0:49:59No, no, no.
0:50:03 > 0:50:04I did not... Do not touch me!
0:50:06 > 0:50:13I know you understand me.
0:50:13 > 0:50:14SHE STRIKES MATCH
0:50:15 > 0:50:17When these men burn...
0:50:18 > 0:50:22you will, I hope, join us.
0:50:27 > 0:50:28Now!
0:50:33 > 0:50:35No! You would betray me? You betray yourself.
0:50:35 > 0:50:37THUDDING WOMEN: To the back door.
0:50:37 > 0:50:40This is not freedom. Not for your girls. Not for you.
0:50:40 > 0:50:42This is blind violence - the preserve of all those
0:50:42 > 0:50:46that have left their scars on your back. You have become man, Raine.
0:50:46 > 0:50:48No! Don't tell me I am that!
0:50:50 > 0:50:52WOMEN SHOUT
0:50:54 > 0:50:57VOICES SHOUT OVER EACH OTHER
0:50:59 > 0:51:01Give it up.
0:51:01 > 0:51:02Give it up!
0:51:08 > 0:51:10Jackson! Jackson!
0:51:10 > 0:51:13Where's Susan? Where's Susan?
0:51:13 > 0:51:16THEY YELL
0:51:17 > 0:51:18No!
0:51:18 > 0:51:21Tell me that I am not that!
0:51:21 > 0:51:22Tell me I am not that!
0:51:22 > 0:51:24(Cut them loose. Cut them loose.
0:51:24 > 0:51:27(If you kill them, all here will hang.)
0:51:29 > 0:51:32RAINE GASPS AND SNIFFS
0:51:39 > 0:51:40(Cut them loose.)
0:51:43 > 0:51:46THEY GASP AND PANT
0:51:55 > 0:51:56GUNSHOT
0:51:56 > 0:51:59No! No, Raine...
0:51:59 > 0:52:02RAINE MOANS
0:52:02 > 0:52:04SUSAN SOBS
0:52:04 > 0:52:07No, no...
0:52:08 > 0:52:10Hey, Susan? No...
0:52:10 > 0:52:11Susan?
0:52:11 > 0:52:13Don't touch me!
0:52:13 > 0:52:15SHE SOBS No...
0:52:27 > 0:52:30CLAMOURING VOICES
0:52:30 > 0:52:32Come here.
0:52:32 > 0:52:34INDISTINCT EXCHANGE
0:52:34 > 0:52:36I intend to protest this outrage
0:52:36 > 0:52:39to the very highest level - to the Commissioner himself.
0:52:39 > 0:52:44Come to the station with me and I will take a statement, sir.
0:52:44 > 0:52:47BACKGROUND CHATTER
0:52:55 > 0:52:58They killed her. They killed Miss Raine.
0:53:04 > 0:53:08If I placed you in harm's way, madam, I am sorry for it.
0:53:08 > 0:53:11What will happen to her girls?
0:53:11 > 0:53:14I shall do all I can to speak for these women.
0:53:14 > 0:53:16They will not see the rope.
0:53:16 > 0:53:19But you, why did you run with her?
0:53:19 > 0:53:25Raine wanted the best for those girls and so did I.
0:53:27 > 0:53:31Life - it singularly fails to reward good intentions.
0:53:31 > 0:53:35We want something better for ourselves, better for those we love.
0:53:36 > 0:53:37And then...
0:53:37 > 0:53:40WOMEN SHOUT
0:53:55 > 0:53:59The city, my readers and myself, all are awash with
0:53:59 > 0:54:03relief at your return. None more so than Miss Cobden,
0:54:03 > 0:54:07here at my behest. A chance for rapprochement,
0:54:07 > 0:54:10and who better than The Star to report it? The truce.
0:54:18 > 0:54:21This is how much damage women cause.
0:54:21 > 0:54:25But I would rather lose each remaining finger
0:54:25 > 0:54:26than shake hands with her.
0:54:27 > 0:54:30Print a retraction of the letter forced from me.
0:54:30 > 0:54:33My opposition to female involvement in politics...
0:54:33 > 0:54:36Miss Cobden, do not think him representative of all of us.
0:54:36 > 0:54:38Two more different men I could not think of.
0:54:38 > 0:54:41Where Sir Walter is so consumed with meanness, with revenge,
0:54:41 > 0:54:45you are a good man, compassionate and right-headed.
0:54:45 > 0:54:46What does this mean for you?
0:54:46 > 0:54:49I rally my team, fight the good fight -
0:54:49 > 0:54:51I think you rather know the drill.
0:54:51 > 0:54:54Continue on with his will so set against you and you risk prison.
0:54:54 > 0:54:57At least I'd be under your lock and key, Inspector.
0:54:59 > 0:55:02Forgive me, I am for ever in jest.
0:55:10 > 0:55:12STREET TRADER CALLS OUT
0:55:13 > 0:55:15KNOCKING AT DOOR
0:55:19 > 0:55:20KNOCKING AT DOOR Miss Susan?
0:55:23 > 0:55:27Come in, Rose. Come in, Rose.
0:55:36 > 0:55:38Oh, Miss Susan.
0:55:42 > 0:55:44You cannot imagine my relief
0:55:44 > 0:55:46to hear of your safe return.
0:55:47 > 0:55:48And...
0:55:50 > 0:55:51And happiness which...
0:55:53 > 0:55:55Well, is it true, Miss Susan,
0:55:55 > 0:55:57what Mr Blewett says,
0:55:57 > 0:55:59that you are to stand as my patron?
0:55:59 > 0:56:01I would have you close to me, Rose.
0:56:03 > 0:56:05Not owned yet again by another man
0:56:05 > 0:56:08whose only motives are for his own enrichment, never your own.
0:56:08 > 0:56:11Then you are ever my saviour, Miss.
0:56:14 > 0:56:18(No, Rose. I was never that.)
0:56:18 > 0:56:20DOOR OPENS
0:56:43 > 0:56:45That woman... Raine.
0:56:49 > 0:56:50I couldn't see her intentions
0:56:50 > 0:56:52but she was a crazy woman, Susan.
0:56:52 > 0:56:55I saw her. I thought she was going to take you from me.
0:56:58 > 0:56:59I thought...
0:57:03 > 0:57:05I thought I was saving you, darling.
0:57:12 > 0:57:15The water grows cold. You want me to warm some up for you?
0:57:15 > 0:57:17Maybe fetch you some more towels?
0:57:17 > 0:57:20No. I want you to leave me in peace.
0:57:52 > 0:57:55Detective Flight's face is right, his voice righter still.
0:57:55 > 0:57:58In the time available, he's the best we have.
0:57:58 > 0:57:59Good morning, Lemonade.
0:57:59 > 0:58:01I'll take whiskey from you now, miss.
0:58:01 > 0:58:04What are you offering? You scare me.
0:58:04 > 0:58:06What do you call a dead Englishman?
0:58:06 > 0:58:07A good start.
0:58:07 > 0:58:08Police.
0:58:13 > 0:58:14There will be peace.
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