0:00:03 > 0:00:04Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
0:00:04 > 0:00:08It has been three months since my last confession.
0:00:08 > 0:00:10And you come now to accuse yourself?
0:00:10 > 0:00:11I do, Father.
0:00:11 > 0:00:12Of which sin, my son?
0:00:13 > 0:00:15I am a liar.
0:00:55 > 0:00:57# Climbed they up the ragged stair
0:00:57 > 0:01:01# Rang their voices out in prayer
0:01:01 > 0:01:04# God save Ireland said the heroes
0:01:04 > 0:01:07# God save Ireland, said they all
0:01:07 > 0:01:10# When for Erin dear we fall
0:01:10 > 0:01:13# High upon the gallows tree
0:01:13 > 0:01:16# Swung the noble-hearted three
0:01:16 > 0:01:19# Climbed they up the rugged stair
0:01:19 > 0:01:23# Rang their voices out in prayer
0:01:23 > 0:01:27# Whether on the scaffold high... #
0:01:27 > 0:01:28Shut it!
0:01:30 > 0:01:32What are you doing here?
0:01:32 > 0:01:34Ireland!
0:01:34 > 0:01:36Sassenach!
0:01:40 > 0:01:41Shut up, paddy!
0:01:44 > 0:01:47CROWD JOINING IN: # God save Ireland said the heroes
0:01:47 > 0:01:49# God save Ireland... # THUD
0:02:01 > 0:02:02Does the bastard breathe?
0:02:02 > 0:02:04What was it struck him?
0:02:04 > 0:02:06Nothing. Clutched at himself then fell.
0:02:06 > 0:02:08There is a God.
0:02:08 > 0:02:11Who here would help a true patriot?
0:02:12 > 0:02:15A humble man wronged by the cruel iniquities
0:02:15 > 0:02:17of this uncaring government?
0:02:19 > 0:02:22A brother - a warrior for justice!
0:02:22 > 0:02:24Who would help me?
0:02:27 > 0:02:29The keys?
0:02:29 > 0:02:30Will you not give me the keys?
0:02:30 > 0:02:33Are ye men, or are ye mice?
0:02:33 > 0:02:35Are ye Irish men and women or not?
0:02:37 > 0:02:39If not now, then never!
0:02:44 > 0:02:46Maith an buachaill. Good lad.
0:02:50 > 0:02:53Ah. What do you call a dead Englishmen?
0:02:55 > 0:02:57A good start.
0:02:57 > 0:02:59Maith an fear. Eirinn go Brach.
0:03:07 > 0:03:08Jesus.
0:03:11 > 0:03:14Is this to be laid at your door? Huh?
0:03:17 > 0:03:20The balls on you would shame an elephant.
0:03:21 > 0:03:23I hope you were not bored, Inspector.
0:03:23 > 0:03:25Oh, by no means, Miss Cobden.
0:03:25 > 0:03:27They come with a fervour, your friends.
0:03:27 > 0:03:30They are not my friends. They befriend me.
0:03:30 > 0:03:32There is a difference.
0:03:32 > 0:03:36The settlement movement - men and women raised in the gracious avenues
0:03:36 > 0:03:40of Bath or the rolling Surrey Downs, now making their home here.
0:03:40 > 0:03:43In the hope that the benighted souls they now rub against might
0:03:43 > 0:03:45somehow be elevated by such noble contact.
0:03:45 > 0:03:47And you doubt their sincerity?
0:03:47 > 0:03:50I doubt their efficacity. If people wish to improve conditions...
0:03:50 > 0:03:52And you do not wish for improvement in people's lives?
0:03:52 > 0:03:56No, I... Of course. I fear they will be disappointed.
0:03:57 > 0:03:59Men, I find. And women?
0:03:59 > 0:04:01Yes. They too.
0:04:02 > 0:04:06In my experience, humans more often choose to
0:04:06 > 0:04:10resist transformation than embrace it.
0:04:10 > 0:04:16And you, Inspector. I invite you to an audience with a...
0:04:16 > 0:04:19over-educated cabal of reformers and idealists
0:04:19 > 0:04:21and you choose to attend.
0:04:22 > 0:04:26Why, surely that is a transformation of sorts, is it not?
0:04:27 > 0:04:30Inspector Reid! You're wanted, sir.
0:04:31 > 0:04:38Miss Cobden, my thanks. Time with you is, as ever, educative.
0:04:47 > 0:04:48Ah, Inspector.
0:04:48 > 0:04:50Fresh from the admiring attentions
0:04:50 > 0:04:53of the councillor for Bow and Bromley?
0:04:53 > 0:04:55Sergeant. This is our Newgate driver?
0:04:55 > 0:04:56Yes, sir. Morris.
0:04:56 > 0:05:00Fell from the seat of the Maria as it passed underneath a clothesline.
0:05:00 > 0:05:04Moved no more. Convict calls for assistance. A boy obliges.
0:05:04 > 0:05:06He frees himself - scarpers.
0:05:06 > 0:05:09Any reports from the community on either boy or prisoner?
0:05:09 > 0:05:11Irish round there. Shut up like an oyster.
0:05:11 > 0:05:12This one, I pronounce...
0:05:14 > 0:05:15..dead.
0:05:15 > 0:05:18No clubbing, no shooting, no stabbing.
0:05:18 > 0:05:19Heart failure, most likely.
0:05:19 > 0:05:22But I'm going to open him up and I'm going to get you sure.
0:05:22 > 0:05:25So what was it - opportunism? A stroke of luck for the escapee?
0:05:25 > 0:05:26Do we have a name?
0:05:26 > 0:05:28We do, sir.
0:05:28 > 0:05:33Aiden Galvin. Incarcerated at our pleasure since 1868.
0:05:33 > 0:05:35Irish Republican Brotherhood.
0:05:35 > 0:05:38Sent down with eight other members of the IRB after
0:05:38 > 0:05:39the Clerkenwell bombing.
0:05:39 > 0:05:42Flat-head Fenians tried to dynamite a prison.
0:05:42 > 0:05:44Blew a crater out the street next door in its stead.
0:05:44 > 0:05:4812 dead - civilians. Murdered at his hand.
0:05:48 > 0:05:50It is a pitiless killer who now walks free.
0:05:50 > 0:05:53But, sir, he has not walked abroad in this city for over 20 years.
0:05:53 > 0:05:56He will be swiftly found. And your method in so doing, Flight?
0:05:56 > 0:05:59We roust the Whitechapel Irish, Inspector.
0:05:59 > 0:06:03And the thought of that action sits easy with you, does it?
0:06:03 > 0:06:05I know what side I stand on, sir.
0:06:09 > 0:06:11Sergeant, take a squad of men also.
0:06:11 > 0:06:12The years roll round,
0:06:12 > 0:06:16yet it is ever Irish heads on the end of my club.
0:06:21 > 0:06:22Police!
0:06:22 > 0:06:25Now, everybody stay calm. We're just having a little look around.
0:06:25 > 0:06:27Get out, English pigs! Evening, Irish scum.
0:06:27 > 0:06:29Watch your mouth, pig! All right then.
0:06:29 > 0:06:31SHOUTING
0:06:33 > 0:06:34And so it goes.
0:06:34 > 0:06:36SHOUTING AND SCREAMING
0:06:42 > 0:06:43You! Bulldog Boy!
0:06:43 > 0:06:45Have you not walked the streets the last three years?
0:06:45 > 0:06:48The IRB has given up its guns.
0:06:48 > 0:06:50The days when a Fenian could be found
0:06:50 > 0:06:52hid in a cider barrel are past. We live in peace, now.
0:06:52 > 0:06:54There's a prisoner on the loose, girl.
0:06:54 > 0:06:59IRB with a taste for nothing but the bloody destruction of innocent life.
0:06:59 > 0:07:01You're one to talk. The look in your eye -
0:07:01 > 0:07:04you've quite a taste for it yourself.
0:07:05 > 0:07:09His name is Galvin. Once, he laid dynamite.
0:07:10 > 0:07:13Now, we will search this house and you will move aside.
0:07:13 > 0:07:15Or you will know prison life yourself.
0:07:19 > 0:07:20Thank you.
0:07:22 > 0:07:25Although one must be careful of these bohemians, Reid.
0:07:25 > 0:07:28I mean, they promise much, certainly,
0:07:28 > 0:07:30but that casual air of impudence,
0:07:30 > 0:07:33it is more often a disguise, I've found, for what can only be
0:07:33 > 0:07:39described as a chilly disinclination when proceedings come to a point.
0:07:40 > 0:07:42Captain, tell me. I am curious.
0:07:43 > 0:07:47We are now both well enough known to each other, you and I.
0:07:47 > 0:07:50Indeed, there are sides to our lives shared with few others
0:07:50 > 0:07:54and yet you persist in this ceaseless goading.
0:07:54 > 0:07:56Why do you suppose this is so?
0:07:57 > 0:08:02Because we're men, Reid, and that is what men do.
0:08:02 > 0:08:04We needle and we goad
0:08:04 > 0:08:08because if we did not, we would be forced to speak the truth.
0:08:08 > 0:08:11Suppose for just one moment that was not the...
0:08:12 > 0:08:15Suppose for one minute, that was not the case.
0:08:15 > 0:08:17What would the truth say? The truth?
0:08:18 > 0:08:20That the good councillor fits with you.
0:08:20 > 0:08:22That the two of you look right together.
0:08:22 > 0:08:28And that I am sorry that your life is not less...complex.
0:08:32 > 0:08:34And you needn't concern yourself with conspiracies.
0:08:34 > 0:08:36At least, not as far as this man is concerned.
0:08:36 > 0:08:40He got fluid in the lungs, atheroma of the coronary arteries,
0:08:40 > 0:08:43infarction of the myocardium.
0:08:43 > 0:08:46His heart collapsed on him. Your convict got lucky.
0:09:00 > 0:09:02You have your mother's way with the pot still, I see.
0:09:06 > 0:09:10Is it you, Aiden Galvin? It is, Evelyn.
0:09:13 > 0:09:14My wee girl, Evelyn.
0:09:19 > 0:09:21You're hunted.
0:09:21 > 0:09:23It is a change to be wanted, I can tell you.
0:09:26 > 0:09:29Yet another evil of this bastard government,
0:09:29 > 0:09:31that they kept me from you.
0:09:31 > 0:09:34And this government you speak of,
0:09:34 > 0:09:36it prevents you from writing letters also?
0:09:36 > 0:09:40I am not the letter-writing kind, Evelyn. No.
0:09:40 > 0:09:42You are the gunpowder-plotting kind.
0:09:45 > 0:09:49So what'll you do now, Aiden, before the police find you
0:09:49 > 0:09:51and tear your skin from you?
0:09:51 > 0:09:54There are one or two errands I must run.
0:09:54 > 0:09:56And then there is you.
0:09:56 > 0:09:58I would know you.
0:09:58 > 0:10:00Help you, if I can.
0:10:01 > 0:10:04Are you happy, Evie?
0:10:04 > 0:10:06Is your life what you would wish it?
0:10:08 > 0:10:09I live here, don't I?
0:10:11 > 0:10:12What do you think?
0:10:12 > 0:10:13You would leave this place?
0:10:13 > 0:10:15Who, given the choice, would stay?
0:10:15 > 0:10:18Aye, it is the arsehole of the world, is it not?
0:10:18 > 0:10:19With your permission,
0:10:19 > 0:10:22I will have to see about removing the pair of us from it.
0:10:32 > 0:10:33Mr Parnell.
0:10:34 > 0:10:37The acceptable face of Ireland.
0:10:37 > 0:10:38A Protestant.
0:10:38 > 0:10:41Trust him, we are told.
0:10:41 > 0:10:42Trust an Irishman?
0:10:44 > 0:10:46I would sooner play chess with an Orang-utan.
0:10:46 > 0:10:47LAUGHTER
0:11:02 > 0:11:05I was 20 years with the Irish Constabulary
0:11:05 > 0:11:06and I will tell you this -
0:11:06 > 0:11:10the Irishman is a Negro turned inside out.
0:11:10 > 0:11:13Given only to slavishness and violence.
0:11:23 > 0:11:25The Irishman harps on freedom.
0:11:25 > 0:11:27Freedom to do what, exactly?
0:11:27 > 0:11:33Shoot landowners, thieve livestock, explode dynamite.
0:11:33 > 0:11:34Hear, hear.
0:11:34 > 0:11:38The Irishman was put on this earth to be ruled and it is up to us,
0:11:38 > 0:11:40gentlemen, to rule him.
0:11:40 > 0:11:42Quite so! Hear, hear. I am for my rest.
0:11:42 > 0:11:45Sleep well, Knightly. Good night.
0:11:49 > 0:11:53I wish agonies on you, Mr Knightly, and in hell soon.
0:12:37 > 0:12:39Bastards.
0:12:39 > 0:12:41EXPLOSION
0:12:43 > 0:12:46DISTANT: Quick. Need some help!
0:12:58 > 0:12:59Inspector Reid!
0:13:02 > 0:13:05This for your tame Pinkerton.
0:13:06 > 0:13:09And you, Inspector, are with me.
0:13:09 > 0:13:11A convicted Brotherhood man is sprung from these streets,
0:13:11 > 0:13:13and you thought not to say?
0:13:13 > 0:13:15Hardly sprung, Fred. The driver's heart failed.
0:13:15 > 0:13:18Galvin has been in a cell for over 20 years -
0:13:18 > 0:13:19I'm sure he can barely piss straight.
0:13:19 > 0:13:23His physical condition is not germane, Inspector.
0:13:23 > 0:13:25How do you think this plays?
0:13:25 > 0:13:27It is, "Whitechapel frees Irish dynamite
0:13:27 > 0:13:29"and blows it back to London."
0:13:31 > 0:13:35Michael Donovan, IRB. Centre point of the Whitechapel Circle.
0:13:35 > 0:13:39Mr Abberline, our masters meet in banquet halls.
0:13:39 > 0:13:41The IRB is now a recognised political party that
0:13:41 > 0:13:44negotiates with your government.
0:13:44 > 0:13:47The days when such men as ourselves convened in such
0:13:47 > 0:13:50places as this to take secrets off each other are in the past.
0:13:50 > 0:13:54And yet, here I am, dragged from my breakfast to converse with you here.
0:13:55 > 0:13:57Yourself, and...?
0:13:57 > 0:13:59Reid. H Division.
0:14:01 > 0:14:05And you, boy, are not a man such as I.
0:14:05 > 0:14:08We should have begun this task one day ago, Edmund!
0:14:08 > 0:14:10This is an act of war, sir.
0:14:10 > 0:14:14No, Michael. It is a retaliation.
0:14:14 > 0:14:18This, found beside the charred remains
0:14:18 > 0:14:20of a Member of our Parliament.
0:14:21 > 0:14:25A one-time Inspector General of the Royal Irish Constabulary.
0:14:31 > 0:14:34His escape was not sanctioned by leadership.
0:14:34 > 0:14:38The man Galvin is not affiliated. Not no more.
0:14:38 > 0:14:40The position of my leadership still stands.
0:14:40 > 0:14:42We are for home rule by peaceful means.
0:14:42 > 0:14:45Michael, your little knackers
0:14:45 > 0:14:48were still being felt by Father O'Hoolahan
0:14:48 > 0:14:52when Aiden Galvin was plotting to blow holes in my city.
0:14:52 > 0:14:56Man like that is never for peace.
0:14:56 > 0:14:59I am old...
0:14:59 > 0:15:06but I know yet when an Irisher feeds me horse shit.
0:15:08 > 0:15:11Where will he go?
0:15:11 > 0:15:13I don't know.
0:15:13 > 0:15:14Please!
0:15:18 > 0:15:20Nyaaaaaarrrgh!
0:15:20 > 0:15:22Aaargh!
0:15:22 > 0:15:23He has a daughter!
0:15:25 > 0:15:26Gaaargh!
0:15:26 > 0:15:29Evelyn Foley.
0:15:29 > 0:15:30Barmaid at the Black Rose.
0:15:30 > 0:15:34Good lad, Michael. Good lad.
0:15:34 > 0:15:35No, Fred. He is yet too green.
0:15:35 > 0:15:39Nonetheless, in the time available, he is the best we have.
0:15:39 > 0:15:43Detective Flight's face is right, his is voice righter still.
0:15:43 > 0:15:47He may sit beside her, watch for Galvin, discern his purpose,
0:15:47 > 0:15:50if indeed he does seek her out.
0:15:50 > 0:15:54I have not forgot the boy you lost last year, Edmund.
0:15:54 > 0:15:58But you will lose more before this life is out
0:15:58 > 0:16:00and nothing to be done to change that fact.
0:16:02 > 0:16:04You oblige me, Inspector.
0:16:07 > 0:16:11Flight, this man, Galvin. There is a daughter, we are told.
0:16:11 > 0:16:13Her mother, a woman named Foley. Bethan Foley.
0:16:13 > 0:16:16I shall get to the archives, sir - see what might be found.
0:16:16 > 0:16:18No, Flight. Sergeant Artherton will manage.
0:16:20 > 0:16:22Chief Inspector Abberline has work for you.
0:16:24 > 0:16:26If you've the chops for it, son.
0:16:27 > 0:16:28Yes, sir, I have.
0:16:55 > 0:16:57What is it you do to our Newgate driver?
0:16:57 > 0:16:59There's a link here Reid.
0:16:59 > 0:17:02Your detonator was charged with a Leyden Jar.
0:17:02 > 0:17:05It's a glass bottle with silver sheeting around it,
0:17:05 > 0:17:06set to carry current.
0:17:06 > 0:17:09Knightly lays back in his bed to rest,
0:17:09 > 0:17:14the bed springs depress, connects the circuit,
0:17:14 > 0:17:18then, boom! Electricity.
0:17:18 > 0:17:21Which is interesting, because now we have to ask ourselves
0:17:21 > 0:17:26if our convict was freed with the design of laying this charge
0:17:26 > 0:17:28beneath Knightly's bed.
0:17:28 > 0:17:30That, is a shock scar.
0:17:30 > 0:17:32What, and sufficient to cause his heart to give up?
0:17:32 > 0:17:34Well, it is a vulnerable organ.
0:17:37 > 0:17:39The charge would have needed to be significant,
0:17:39 > 0:17:42however, and conducted into him I know not how.
0:17:42 > 0:17:44With me, Sergeant.
0:17:52 > 0:17:55The Maria makes its way along. Where did it stop?
0:17:56 > 0:17:57Somewhere here.
0:18:00 > 0:18:02Let's take a look, shall we?
0:18:14 > 0:18:17Leyden Jars. Attached to the washing line. Pull it in.
0:18:25 > 0:18:28So this falls upon our driver.
0:18:28 > 0:18:32They would have needed, say, nine cells of two-pint jars each,
0:18:32 > 0:18:35to deliver a shock strong enough to kill a man.
0:18:35 > 0:18:38And what we thought chance is now plotted conspiracy.
0:18:38 > 0:18:41Quite so. But by the IRB? No.
0:18:41 > 0:18:44When they kill they do so to scream their grievance aloud.
0:18:44 > 0:18:47They would never disguise their purpose in this way.
0:18:47 > 0:18:51The murdered MP, Knightly, known for his vicious prejudice, certainly.
0:18:51 > 0:18:54But I would like to know who else, apart from the IRB,
0:18:54 > 0:18:56might celebrate his death.
0:18:56 > 0:19:00INDISTINCT CHATTER
0:19:01 > 0:19:03LOW CHATTER
0:19:23 > 0:19:25Yes, friend?
0:19:25 > 0:19:28Er...a lemonade. Thank you.
0:19:30 > 0:19:31Whatever's your poison.
0:19:34 > 0:19:36FIDDLE PLAYS
0:19:43 > 0:19:45# Oh, father, dear
0:19:45 > 0:19:46# I often hear
0:19:46 > 0:19:49# You speak of Erin's isle
0:19:50 > 0:19:55# Her lofty hills and valleys green
0:19:55 > 0:19:59# Her mountains rude and wild
0:19:59 > 0:20:02# They say she is a lovely land
0:20:03 > 0:20:08# Wherein a saint might dwell
0:20:08 > 0:20:10# Ah, why did you abandon her? #
0:20:10 > 0:20:15Michael, what happened? Did your pigeons turn on you?
0:20:15 > 0:20:18A word with you, Evie. In private.
0:20:18 > 0:20:20As you can see, we've a crowd in. Will you return in an hour?
0:20:20 > 0:20:22Now!
0:20:25 > 0:20:27Outside.
0:20:27 > 0:20:29Well, if you'll make a scene...
0:20:37 > 0:20:40Your pa will be needing food and shelter. He will not be able to rely
0:20:40 > 0:20:44on the IRB for such support. And where else will he come other than
0:20:44 > 0:20:47to see how his wee girl has grown?
0:20:47 > 0:20:4920 years. More than.
0:20:49 > 0:20:52And not a single communication of affection is delivered to me
0:20:52 > 0:20:53from behind those bars.
0:20:53 > 0:20:56Why would he remain in this city when a boat for Bantry Bay
0:20:56 > 0:20:58or Ellis Island might be his for the boarding?
0:20:58 > 0:21:01Because he has a taste for murdering Englishmen
0:21:01 > 0:21:03when the IRB dictates that such actions are of the past.
0:21:05 > 0:21:08He may be an old, limp cock, tottering his way to the grave
0:21:08 > 0:21:10but there is a warrior in your pappy yet.
0:21:12 > 0:21:13A warrior that needs pacifying.
0:21:13 > 0:21:16Important, therefore, and I'm sure you understand, that it is me
0:21:16 > 0:21:18that finds him first, not the blues.
0:21:19 > 0:21:23And why's that, Mikey? So you may put a bullet in his skull?
0:21:23 > 0:21:26Don't be forgetting which body of men it was that
0:21:26 > 0:21:28paid your orphan way in this life.
0:21:28 > 0:21:29Your mammy dead and gone,
0:21:29 > 0:21:32the Brotherhood was more of a father to you than he ever was.
0:21:32 > 0:21:35This the way you London boys hope to charm a lady, is it?
0:21:35 > 0:21:38Bring your boys to stand in threat then bully her?
0:21:38 > 0:21:41Did I ask for your help, country boy? No. I did not.
0:21:43 > 0:21:47So, Lemonade, away with you. Go on.
0:21:47 > 0:21:49That's right, muck-savage. Back on the boat.
0:21:55 > 0:21:58Now remember my words. Aiden Galvin.
0:21:58 > 0:22:01He comes skulking about, I'm the first to know.
0:22:07 > 0:22:10Girl's mother, Bethan Foley - kept IRB men safe
0:22:10 > 0:22:11and secret off the streets.
0:22:11 > 0:22:13Till she passed late '67 in a house fire...
0:22:13 > 0:22:15Evening, gentlemen.
0:22:15 > 0:22:19Imagine, Inspector, the dance I had to perform when it emerged that
0:22:19 > 0:22:23Whitechapel H Division had requested the personal and professional
0:22:23 > 0:22:29particulars of so recently deceased a dignitary as Cecil Knightly.
0:22:29 > 0:22:31I do imagine it now and I am grateful.
0:22:31 > 0:22:33And so you should be, Inspector.
0:22:33 > 0:22:38The bloated fat-head sat on Commissions - chaired them also.
0:22:38 > 0:22:41Parliamentary delegation to decide which
0:22:41 > 0:22:45and who might be offered government contracts for public work.
0:22:45 > 0:22:47The power to make men rich.
0:22:47 > 0:22:48Or otherwise.
0:22:48 > 0:22:50Flight!
0:22:50 > 0:22:54Chief Inspector. You are a poor, lost immigrant
0:22:54 > 0:22:57searching for a home amongst your own.
0:22:57 > 0:23:00What do you do straying off the streets to fraternize with
0:23:00 > 0:23:03the Metropolitan Police?
0:23:05 > 0:23:08I made approach, sir, but was rebuffed.
0:23:08 > 0:23:10I...I thought it judicious to retreat.
0:23:13 > 0:23:15And you said you had the chops for it, son.
0:23:19 > 0:23:21Gentlemen.
0:23:21 > 0:23:24You get back on her, Flight.
0:23:24 > 0:23:25Here.
0:23:25 > 0:23:27This commission of Knightly's
0:23:27 > 0:23:30lobbies to have the Basin Slum at Shadwell torn down.
0:23:30 > 0:23:33Central and South-East Electricity Commission wish the Basin to
0:23:33 > 0:23:38be emptied and re-purposed for a new power-station and has invited
0:23:38 > 0:23:41bids to be tendered for how that power station might be constructed.
0:23:41 > 0:23:43While the London County Council would prefer for more
0:23:43 > 0:23:45sanitary dwellings to be built.
0:23:45 > 0:23:48Well, at least now you've got a fresh excuse to row yourself past
0:23:48 > 0:23:50Councillor Cobden's door, Inspector.
0:23:51 > 0:23:54You, son. Sit down.
0:24:05 > 0:24:06No, thank you.
0:24:07 > 0:24:10You know, Constable, I hate to chop your onions here...
0:24:10 > 0:24:12The very thought of it(!)
0:24:12 > 0:24:13..but you keep resisting drink,
0:24:13 > 0:24:16most men on this planet are going to have a hard time trusting you.
0:24:16 > 0:24:18Never mind a piss-crew of Irish exiles.
0:24:18 > 0:24:21You are to gain the trust of a girl who has known little else
0:24:21 > 0:24:22but the inside of a tap room.
0:24:22 > 0:24:25And then, of course, there is the matter of how best to penetrate
0:24:25 > 0:24:27that frosty exterior and melt the fruitful vine within.
0:24:27 > 0:24:30I wish it were not so but there is little Captain Jackson has
0:24:30 > 0:24:32left unlearnt in this subject.
0:24:32 > 0:24:37Now, she's pretty.
0:24:37 > 0:24:38Correct?
0:24:38 > 0:24:40She is. Hmm.
0:24:40 > 0:24:43Then she builds both crenulations and portcullis about herself.
0:24:43 > 0:24:47No sorcery known will allow a man ingress
0:24:47 > 0:24:50until she first lowers that drawbridge down.
0:24:50 > 0:24:53You need to make her start wondering after you.
0:24:53 > 0:24:55Feel the twinge of intrigue.
0:24:55 > 0:25:01Fellow feelings of vulnerability.
0:25:01 > 0:25:02Here. You see?
0:25:03 > 0:25:08Mother - cruelly killed when she was but a child.
0:25:08 > 0:25:10Father in lock-down and a stranger to her.
0:25:10 > 0:25:11You need to make yourself the same, Flight.
0:25:11 > 0:25:17You need to build yourself a story - tragic loss, destitution.
0:25:17 > 0:25:20It's got to be perfect, it's got to be detailed and most important,
0:25:20 > 0:25:23it has got to be felt.
0:25:23 > 0:25:24Right here.
0:25:24 > 0:25:27In your heart. With your own secrets.
0:25:27 > 0:25:32When you lie, you lie with your own hidden truth.
0:25:32 > 0:25:35We do not have all year, however.
0:25:35 > 0:25:39The woman still needs to somehow, notice him.
0:25:39 > 0:25:41Then we mark him out.
0:25:41 > 0:25:44Well, what kind of man would this woman most likely pity?
0:25:44 > 0:25:46A victim of police brutality, perhaps.
0:25:46 > 0:25:51Hmm. Well, I guess we'd have to find ourselves a brutal policeman.
0:25:51 > 0:25:53Drake, any spring to mind?
0:25:59 > 0:26:03Now, put your hat down, Constable, come on. Let's have you up.
0:26:06 > 0:26:09Now this is with contrition, you understand.
0:26:15 > 0:26:17Look at you, Flight, you're irresistible.
0:26:28 > 0:26:30Good morning, Lemonade.
0:26:30 > 0:26:34I'd take whiskey from you right now, Miss, were you offering.
0:26:34 > 0:26:36Seems I need to find a new name for you.
0:26:36 > 0:26:38You may have my real one.
0:26:38 > 0:26:39I am Bertrand Doyle.
0:26:42 > 0:26:45Then in you come, Bertrand.
0:26:45 > 0:26:47I'm Evelyn.
0:26:47 > 0:26:49Three of them, in uniform.
0:26:51 > 0:26:54Accused me of vagrancy and did not care to wait for my defence.
0:26:54 > 0:26:57You were their sport, nothing more.
0:27:01 > 0:27:04What brings you here, Bertrand?
0:27:04 > 0:27:07The prospect of nowhere to sleep but the cobbles of Whitechapel?
0:27:07 > 0:27:10Work brings me, Miss. The hope of it, at least.
0:27:12 > 0:27:14Money. Food in my belly.
0:27:17 > 0:27:19And that's an improvement on home, is it?
0:27:21 > 0:27:25No home. Never was. Not much of, leastwise.
0:27:26 > 0:27:28My mother, taken by typhus when I was five.
0:27:30 > 0:27:32My father, taken by drink soon after.
0:27:32 > 0:27:34I've no knowledge of him.
0:27:36 > 0:27:37And that is why the lemonade.
0:27:42 > 0:27:45You've no need.
0:27:45 > 0:27:46Not to impress me.
0:27:54 > 0:27:55Come.
0:28:12 > 0:28:15Wash your face. Take those boots off and rest.
0:28:15 > 0:28:17I'll bring food for you.
0:28:19 > 0:28:21MAN: Evelyn! Get yourself down here.
0:28:21 > 0:28:24Do you think these pints pull themselves?
0:28:24 > 0:28:25Thank you, Evelyn.
0:28:26 > 0:28:27Rest, Bertrand.
0:29:34 > 0:29:37I'm sorry. They're so beautiful.
0:29:37 > 0:29:39One arrived for me each year on my birthday.
0:29:39 > 0:29:43They came to me inside a letter from a man who claimed he was my father.
0:29:43 > 0:29:44Was he that?
0:29:45 > 0:29:47If he is, then it seems I have two of them.
0:29:47 > 0:29:49Then where is the other?
0:29:50 > 0:29:53Oh, I have not seen so much of him. Not until recently, at least.
0:29:55 > 0:29:56He is from home? From Ireland?
0:29:56 > 0:30:01He's been in London all my life. But...out of reach.
0:30:02 > 0:30:06I'm sorry. I don't mean to be so obscure.
0:30:06 > 0:30:09I feel without care in this life and yet am made claim on by two men
0:30:09 > 0:30:11who are entire strangers to me.
0:30:11 > 0:30:15Even were my mother still here, she might find it hard to offer clarity.
0:30:15 > 0:30:17From what folks here have said, she was not exactly...
0:30:17 > 0:30:19exclusive in these matters.
0:30:38 > 0:30:41If I had had a brother, or a father for that matter, I imagine
0:30:41 > 0:30:42I might have done this for him.
0:30:43 > 0:30:46Woke him with milk and bread and butter.
0:30:48 > 0:30:53The idea, the way other folk say it is, I mean...
0:30:53 > 0:30:56it's our family instruct us, is it not?
0:30:56 > 0:30:58Tell us who we are, how we should be.
0:31:09 > 0:31:11And...
0:31:12 > 0:31:16..without that instruction it's hard, sometimes, I find, to...
0:31:19 > 0:31:23..to make sense of ourselves - what we want.
0:31:23 > 0:31:24What is right, even.
0:31:31 > 0:31:32You...
0:31:33 > 0:31:35You scare me.
0:31:56 > 0:31:59Inspector, what a lovely surprise.
0:31:59 > 0:32:01Miss Cobden, a moment of your time.
0:32:01 > 0:32:05Of course, sir. Would you like to follow me? Thank you.
0:32:05 > 0:32:07St Paul's Wharfside -
0:32:07 > 0:32:10or what the people who must live in that slum call the Basin -
0:32:10 > 0:32:13is felt to be dead land, without purpose.
0:32:13 > 0:32:15I would build new homes there.
0:32:15 > 0:32:18For the men of the Central and South East Electricity Commission,
0:32:18 > 0:32:22however, there is opportunity there for industrial development.
0:32:22 > 0:32:24It offers a convenient location.
0:32:24 > 0:32:27Coal can be delivered from Northumberland, South Wales,
0:32:27 > 0:32:29and used to fire the power station they propose.
0:32:29 > 0:32:33And the now-atomized Mr Knightly sat to decide on which party
0:32:33 > 0:32:36would be awarded the privilege of constructing it,
0:32:36 > 0:32:39giving a motive to murder him to any electricity supplier who felt
0:32:39 > 0:32:43that Knightly would not support their bid. Indeed.
0:32:43 > 0:32:47It just so happens there will be a practical demonstration
0:32:47 > 0:32:50this afternoon by one Charles Broadwick,
0:32:50 > 0:32:54who hopes to present his suitability for such privilege.
0:32:54 > 0:32:58Broadwick is one of the many tenders to build it.
0:32:58 > 0:33:02The theatre is on your beat, is it not?
0:33:02 > 0:33:08The light above your door, the fire in your stove,
0:33:08 > 0:33:11the miniature steam-train on your boy's bedroom floor -
0:33:11 > 0:33:14all will be brought into energetic purpose
0:33:14 > 0:33:18by your very own supply of electric current,
0:33:18 > 0:33:22arriving beneath the paving stones of your street
0:33:22 > 0:33:24and into the life of your home.
0:33:25 > 0:33:28None of this is in question.
0:33:28 > 0:33:33But yet...there is one debate left for us.
0:33:33 > 0:33:36A debate which must be decided before this future finds you.
0:33:36 > 0:33:40Where will this power be brought into being?
0:33:40 > 0:33:43How will it be delivered to your hearthside?
0:33:43 > 0:33:46Because for all its wonder,
0:33:46 > 0:33:50the electrical age is also one of profound danger, my friends.
0:33:51 > 0:33:56The choice we all face is between currents.
0:33:56 > 0:34:00Alternating current or direct current.
0:34:00 > 0:34:04Both cages are set for identical voltage but differing currents.
0:34:04 > 0:34:07The contrast between the two is alarming.
0:34:08 > 0:34:10If you please?
0:34:10 > 0:34:11WHIRRING
0:34:12 > 0:34:14HUMMING AND CRACKLING
0:34:17 > 0:34:19BLEATING
0:34:19 > 0:34:22HE GASPS Behold!
0:34:26 > 0:34:28CRACKLING
0:34:39 > 0:34:41Behold, alternating current.
0:34:43 > 0:34:47I send you away now, ladies and gentlemen, to ponder only this...
0:34:48 > 0:34:52Which of these currents would you allow into your home?
0:34:53 > 0:34:57There can be only one choice. And that is direct.
0:34:57 > 0:35:01Direct current for London, ladies and gentlemen.
0:35:01 > 0:35:03APPLAUSE
0:35:17 > 0:35:21Good evening. Charles Broadwick of Broadwick Machine Works.
0:35:21 > 0:35:24If you have further questions, I'm only too happy to oblige.
0:35:24 > 0:35:27Reid. Police. Councillor Cobden.
0:35:27 > 0:35:30Ah, I am delighted.
0:35:30 > 0:35:33A member of our august and newly minted County Council.
0:35:33 > 0:35:37And a man whose mind is designed to see truth wherever it is hid.
0:35:37 > 0:35:40And what truth would you have me describe here, Mr Broadwick?
0:35:40 > 0:35:43That animals and electricity do not make great bedfellows?
0:35:43 > 0:35:46You are not convinced by my demonstration, Mr Reid?
0:35:46 > 0:35:48I have asked myself if that cage was even charged.
0:35:48 > 0:35:49Oh, come, sir! Of course it is not!
0:35:49 > 0:35:52These animals, whilst never dear, still cost.
0:35:52 > 0:35:54And all men of science must economise.
0:35:56 > 0:35:58Mr Knightly.
0:35:58 > 0:36:01The man who was murdered this night last - I assume you knew of him.
0:36:01 > 0:36:04Knew him in life, mourn him in death.
0:36:04 > 0:36:07And currently await news of who next I must bribe.
0:36:09 > 0:36:12Parliament passed a law last year, Mr Broadwick. An anti-bribery law.
0:36:12 > 0:36:15Perhaps you'd care to correct your last statement?
0:36:15 > 0:36:17Oh, come, Mr Reid. This is priceless.
0:36:17 > 0:36:18You are welcome to arrest me.
0:36:18 > 0:36:22But should you do so you will be forced to do likewise to all men
0:36:22 > 0:36:24who ever bid for governmental contract!
0:36:24 > 0:36:27Every commercial body wishing to turn St Paul's Wharfside
0:36:27 > 0:36:29into a generating plant was paying Knightly.
0:36:29 > 0:36:32The only secret you will discover from me, sir,
0:36:32 > 0:36:35is whether I was paying above or below his median rate!
0:36:35 > 0:36:39In fact, we should ask Mr Ferranti!
0:36:39 > 0:36:40Miss Cobden, you will,
0:36:40 > 0:36:43I am sure, be attending his exposition this evening.
0:36:43 > 0:36:46Indeed. It is the invitation of the season.
0:36:46 > 0:36:48But Mr Ferranti's power station at Deptford is already
0:36:48 > 0:36:51constructed on the principle of alternating current.
0:36:51 > 0:36:55We must admire our rivals, Mr Reid, if we wish to be worthy of them.
0:36:55 > 0:36:58Of all the men who waited on Mr Knightly's influence, it is
0:36:58 > 0:37:00perhaps Mr Ferranti who placed the most at stake.
0:37:00 > 0:37:02He would add to the power station
0:37:02 > 0:37:05he has already constructed at Deptford and,
0:37:05 > 0:37:07with his new design at St Paul's, make it is his exclusive purpose
0:37:07 > 0:37:10to power all of central London from within his halls.
0:37:10 > 0:37:13But there is talk of trouble, of concerns over its scale
0:37:13 > 0:37:15and the scale of danger it represents.
0:37:23 > 0:37:24Mr Ferranti.
0:37:26 > 0:37:27Yes?
0:37:27 > 0:37:29Inspector Reid. Police.
0:37:29 > 0:37:31How can I help you, sir?
0:37:31 > 0:37:33You find us preparing this evening's exposition.
0:37:33 > 0:37:38Yes, for men and women of influence. Influenced.
0:37:38 > 0:37:40You are cynical, Inspector?
0:37:40 > 0:37:41No, not of the science,
0:37:41 > 0:37:45but the means by which you purchase favour.
0:37:45 > 0:37:48So I must ask you whether or not you bribed Knightly
0:37:48 > 0:37:51to support your bid for St Paul's Wharfside.
0:37:51 > 0:37:53Yes, we gave the man money.
0:37:53 > 0:37:55But so we might not be ignored.
0:37:56 > 0:38:00The field of play thus levelled, we were to win, Mr Reid.
0:38:00 > 0:38:01We are, yet.
0:38:01 > 0:38:04My competitors cast spells of death and destruction
0:38:04 > 0:38:09as if they think the people of this city are Neanderthals to be terrified at the sight of fire.
0:38:09 > 0:38:12I have no need of such strategy.
0:38:12 > 0:38:14Electrical current is a fierce and unruly force.
0:38:14 > 0:38:18What alternating power promises is the means by which such
0:38:18 > 0:38:21ferocity is made benign.
0:38:21 > 0:38:25You drop the voltage using your transformer,
0:38:25 > 0:38:27then you hive it off for domestic consumption.
0:38:27 > 0:38:32Indeed. I have removed the beast from the machine.
0:38:32 > 0:38:35Oh, I know what you wonder - whether I might have motive to do
0:38:35 > 0:38:38worse to a man like Knightly than meet his demands of bribery.
0:38:38 > 0:38:40But I have no need to resort to murder
0:38:40 > 0:38:43when I have the perfect logic of science at my side.
0:38:44 > 0:38:48Does he strike you as the breed of man to consort with escaped dynamiters?
0:38:48 > 0:38:50Not so much, sir. No.
0:38:50 > 0:38:52And yet Galvin is connected to this circuit somewhere.
0:38:52 > 0:38:54And his beast remains intact.
0:39:02 > 0:39:05DOOR OPENS
0:39:05 > 0:39:08You touch him and I'm straight to the blues.
0:39:08 > 0:39:10Do you understand me?
0:39:12 > 0:39:14What's your name, boy?
0:39:14 > 0:39:16What's yours, sir?
0:39:16 > 0:39:19He is Bertrand. And this, Bertrand, is Aiden,
0:39:19 > 0:39:22who somehow now believes he has a right to be my protector.
0:39:22 > 0:39:24You do not.
0:39:26 > 0:39:29And do I deserve the right to a word with you in private?
0:39:31 > 0:39:33Please, darling.
0:39:33 > 0:39:35I leave this city tonight.
0:39:35 > 0:39:37One way or another.
0:39:39 > 0:39:41Will you give us a moment, Bertrand?
0:39:57 > 0:40:01The MP exploded in his rooms. That was you.
0:40:01 > 0:40:04Don't tell me you weep for him, Evelyn.
0:40:05 > 0:40:07I care not a thing for him.
0:40:07 > 0:40:10But somehow, fool that I am, I care for you.
0:40:10 > 0:40:12Know you will now be pursued
0:40:12 > 0:40:15and hanged right here in this city that you hate so bitterly.
0:40:15 > 0:40:17I do dream that, Evie.
0:40:17 > 0:40:19But I have one last task I must perform.
0:40:19 > 0:40:23And then... Look, my love.
0:40:23 > 0:40:24New York.
0:40:27 > 0:40:28One for you.
0:40:28 > 0:40:31And, with this task achieved, one for me.
0:40:32 > 0:40:37and with enough folding to see us righter than a dosshouse in the Five Points.
0:40:37 > 0:40:40Now, I know this is strange for you, Evelyn.
0:40:40 > 0:40:41I am unknown to you.
0:40:41 > 0:40:44And yet, this -
0:40:44 > 0:40:48to provide this for you - is like a dream for me.
0:40:48 > 0:40:50You don't have to befriend me, girl,
0:40:50 > 0:40:53nor call me Father, nor even look at me when we sail.
0:40:54 > 0:40:56But you'll take this chance.
0:40:58 > 0:40:59Take it.
0:41:12 > 0:41:13Aiden.
0:41:13 > 0:41:14Darling.
0:41:17 > 0:41:18This task that you go to?
0:41:18 > 0:41:21Not for you to worry over, darling.
0:41:21 > 0:41:23I'll see you here later, all right?
0:41:25 > 0:41:26Wait.
0:41:28 > 0:41:29Do you know a man called Holland?
0:41:31 > 0:41:32Do you?
0:41:33 > 0:41:35He writes to me.
0:41:35 > 0:41:38And these letters - what do they say?
0:41:40 > 0:41:42Well, he sends one every birthday.
0:41:44 > 0:41:47He says that he's my father.
0:41:47 > 0:41:49Oh, does he now?
0:42:39 > 0:42:42You take this to Inspector Reid of Leman Street.
0:42:42 > 0:42:44I am Flight.
0:42:44 > 0:42:45You do it now.
0:42:50 > 0:42:54Sergeant! Message for Inspector Reid. Urgent!
0:42:56 > 0:43:00He found letters, he says. Important to the girl. From America.
0:43:00 > 0:43:02A man laying claim to her parentage.
0:43:02 > 0:43:04But Galvin is her father, is he not?
0:43:04 > 0:43:06And he was reclined in a cell at Newgate.
0:43:06 > 0:43:10This man's name, Holland, however. Letters to the girl since 1868.
0:43:10 > 0:43:11The year after her mother's death.
0:43:11 > 0:43:13And Galvin went down.
0:43:13 > 0:43:15All right, so he's made note of the different postmarks,
0:43:15 > 0:43:17different towns and states till 1881,
0:43:17 > 0:43:20then his travels cease. Cease there.
0:43:20 > 0:43:22Raritan, New Jersey.
0:43:23 > 0:43:24Raritan?
0:43:24 > 0:43:25Letter after letter to the girl,
0:43:25 > 0:43:29so we must assume this man Holland settles there.
0:43:29 > 0:43:31Menlo Park is in Raritan, is it not, Captain?
0:43:31 > 0:43:35It is, Reid, and thus the circuit's made.
0:43:35 > 0:43:38Menlo Park is an industrial park created by one Thomas Edison.
0:43:38 > 0:43:41The inventor? Also a man of business.
0:43:41 > 0:43:43More patents filed in more fields of inquiry than any man alive.
0:43:43 > 0:43:45And yet his one ardent pursuit -
0:43:45 > 0:43:48to secure the means by which the United States of America distributes
0:43:48 > 0:43:52its electricity and to secure it for his own chosen charge and current.
0:43:52 > 0:43:54He is for direct current.
0:43:54 > 0:43:57Unlike Ferranti, who is for alternating, is he not?
0:43:57 > 0:44:02But akin to another man I have met recently, Dr Charles Broadwick.
0:44:02 > 0:44:04Captain, you would trust Edison
0:44:04 > 0:44:06to own a telegraph machine, would you not?
0:44:06 > 0:44:08The leanest and fastest, Reid.
0:44:31 > 0:44:34Edison did indeed employ James Percival Holland -
0:44:34 > 0:44:37English physicist. Alma mater - University College London.
0:44:37 > 0:44:40And wanted by us as a known IRB collaborator
0:44:40 > 0:44:42in the Clerkenwell bombing.
0:44:42 > 0:44:44The same circle as Aiden Galvin.
0:44:44 > 0:44:46Wanted but never brought to ground. He got on a boat, then.
0:44:46 > 0:44:48Made his way and his life in America.
0:44:48 > 0:44:49Receives employment at Menlo Park,
0:44:49 > 0:44:52education at the feet of Thomas Edison.
0:44:52 > 0:44:57The letters to the girl - they ceased in 1887, did they not?
0:44:57 > 0:44:58Indeed.
0:44:58 > 0:45:01Because I am beginning to wonder if, in fact, this man Holland left
0:45:01 > 0:45:03America when those letters stopped and travelled here to London,
0:45:03 > 0:45:05travelling beneath a different name.
0:45:09 > 0:45:13Broadwick Machine Works. Instituted September 10th 1887.
0:45:15 > 0:45:19Charles Broadwick, like Holland, a champion of direct current.
0:45:19 > 0:45:22Charles Broadwick was once James Holland, he who sprung
0:45:22 > 0:45:25Aiden Galvin from his prison wagon and set him to kill Knightly.
0:45:27 > 0:45:29And just what business of yours is she,
0:45:29 > 0:45:32to be writing to her all the way from America?
0:45:32 > 0:45:36I knew her too, Aiden. Remember the girl fondly.
0:45:36 > 0:45:38Why should I not ask after her?
0:45:38 > 0:45:41Because she is not yours to ask after!
0:45:41 > 0:45:43Did you write from your cell?
0:45:44 > 0:45:47I did not. Then is it not better that one of us did?
0:45:47 > 0:45:51One of us? Do not make me the same as you.
0:45:51 > 0:45:52One of us(!)
0:45:52 > 0:45:55Dynamite. That's all we ever shared.
0:45:56 > 0:45:58Dynamite...
0:45:58 > 0:46:00and a woman.
0:46:02 > 0:46:04Bethan Foley was mine!
0:46:04 > 0:46:07She was not, Aiden. Not alone. Do you forget?
0:46:07 > 0:46:09She was never particular.
0:46:10 > 0:46:12And Evelyn?
0:46:12 > 0:46:13Tell me, you bastard.
0:46:13 > 0:46:18You'd been jailed. I was bound for New York. Bethan found me.
0:46:18 > 0:46:20Told me that I am Evelyn's father.
0:46:20 > 0:46:23Asked if I might make myself known to the girl.
0:46:25 > 0:46:29But I could not - would not.
0:46:29 > 0:46:32I may send her presents but I do not have the strength to be a father.
0:46:32 > 0:46:34And is that why you broke me out?
0:46:34 > 0:46:37So that I might finally have the truth from you?
0:46:37 > 0:46:40I released you so that you might know freedom
0:46:40 > 0:46:42and vent your rage against this country once more.
0:46:42 > 0:46:47Don't come the charitable English rebel with me, Jamie.
0:46:47 > 0:46:52It is a venting designed to suit your purpose and ambition.
0:46:52 > 0:46:55This task you would set me on is not for ideas
0:46:55 > 0:46:58but for your own advancement and profit.
0:46:58 > 0:47:00Perhaps.
0:47:00 > 0:47:02But you're well paid for it, Aiden.
0:47:02 > 0:47:05And it is that profit which will see you to New York.
0:47:05 > 0:47:09Before then, however, half of the London County Council waits
0:47:09 > 0:47:11on Sebastian Ferranti's word.
0:47:13 > 0:47:15And on your dynamite.
0:47:17 > 0:47:20Your last chance to spill the blood of British politicians.
0:47:20 > 0:47:24And mine, to extinguish my competitors.
0:47:24 > 0:47:27The Aiden Galvin I remember would never have declined such an opportunity.
0:47:30 > 0:47:31Eirinn go Brach?
0:47:33 > 0:47:35Eirinn go Brach.
0:47:39 > 0:47:40DOOR CLOSES
0:48:03 > 0:48:04Flight?
0:48:04 > 0:48:06Sir, you need to see this.
0:48:06 > 0:48:09The device described here - Galvin has it.
0:48:09 > 0:48:12Another electric circuit to detonate the explosive.
0:48:12 > 0:48:16But this - what is this within? A wax stem?
0:48:16 > 0:48:19That's a delay. It allows him to get clear.
0:48:19 > 0:48:22See, the wax plug keeps the electric contact plates apart.
0:48:22 > 0:48:25No circuit's made, therefore the device is harmless
0:48:25 > 0:48:27unless you put it beside a heat source.
0:48:27 > 0:48:29Or...
0:48:29 > 0:48:31inside one.
0:48:31 > 0:48:33Ferranti's transformer.
0:48:33 > 0:48:36The transformer melts the wax, allowing the plates into congress.
0:48:38 > 0:48:39Boom.
0:48:50 > 0:48:52Councillor. Hello.
0:48:52 > 0:48:54How wonderful to see you. Oh, my pleasure.
0:48:54 > 0:48:57I'm thrilled you could join us. I'm looking forward to it.
0:48:57 > 0:48:59Wonderful. We have a fine show in store. Thank you.
0:49:04 > 0:49:05Good evening.
0:49:10 > 0:49:12Good evening, Miss Cobden. Mr Broadwick.
0:49:31 > 0:49:32Ladies and gentlemen.
0:49:32 > 0:49:35I could, of course, wish you welcome to the future
0:49:35 > 0:49:38but, whilst this most certainly is the future I am to show you,
0:49:38 > 0:49:41I would not do so with fireworks.
0:49:41 > 0:49:45Although such things are certainly within my gift. I will show you.
0:49:47 > 0:49:51Here, piped from our power station at Deptford, I may deliver
0:49:51 > 0:49:54almost 800 kilowatts of generated power.
0:49:56 > 0:49:58CRACKLING
0:50:00 > 0:50:04Enough not only to kill whichever dumb animal my competitors
0:50:04 > 0:50:07would use as slanderous scaremongery,
0:50:07 > 0:50:11but to stop a stampeding herd of bison, if need be.
0:50:11 > 0:50:12But no.
0:50:13 > 0:50:18I do not hope to impress you with such power,
0:50:18 > 0:50:22but rather with the means by which such power is mastered -
0:50:22 > 0:50:25transformed by alternating current...
0:50:26 > 0:50:29..and put to whichever peaceful purpose we choose.
0:50:33 > 0:50:36I will bring light to your streets and peace to your homes.
0:50:41 > 0:50:43The city illuminated, ladies and gentlemen.
0:50:46 > 0:50:47Bravo!
0:51:04 > 0:51:06Ferranti! Shut it down now!
0:51:06 > 0:51:09Mr Reid, explain yourself! Shut it down. Do it now, sir!
0:51:09 > 0:51:13Everybody out, now! Get up and get out, nice and calmly.
0:51:15 > 0:51:17This must be dismantled. Why?
0:51:17 > 0:51:20Because we believe it may have been sabotaged.
0:51:24 > 0:51:28It should have blown by now. You go back in there and you fix it!
0:51:28 > 0:51:31No. I am no longer your dynamite delivery boy.
0:51:31 > 0:51:33You do it yourself, Jamie.
0:51:33 > 0:51:36I go now to let Evelyn know the truth of who she is.
0:51:36 > 0:51:39She might be your flesh and blood but she's my girl
0:51:39 > 0:51:42and I will see her right in this world.
0:51:42 > 0:51:43Eirinn go Brach, Jamie.
0:51:53 > 0:51:56Everyone out now! Come on.
0:51:56 > 0:51:59Let's get up and get out of here.
0:51:59 > 0:52:02Come on, ladies and gentlemen, move along. Keep moving.
0:52:07 > 0:52:10You looking for this, brother? James Holland.
0:52:11 > 0:52:13Good evening. Inspector Reid.
0:52:13 > 0:52:18You are under arrest. Murder and attempted murder. Multiple counts.
0:52:18 > 0:52:20You are for the rope, sir.
0:52:20 > 0:52:22Infernal machines.
0:52:22 > 0:52:24No! No! Don't touch him, sir!
0:52:36 > 0:52:37LOW CHATTER
0:52:43 > 0:52:46God bless you. Safe journey.
0:52:48 > 0:52:50Take care. Take care of yourself.
0:52:54 > 0:52:58I thought my father had scared you off for good.
0:52:58 > 0:53:00Perhaps he did.
0:53:01 > 0:53:03Still, my courage is found now.
0:53:03 > 0:53:07Should I prepare myself to fight him? Perhaps.
0:53:09 > 0:53:11You leave with him, I think.
0:53:12 > 0:53:13I do, Bertrand.
0:53:16 > 0:53:17America.
0:53:19 > 0:53:21I understand, Evelyn.
0:53:26 > 0:53:28May I wait with you?
0:53:28 > 0:53:29Perhaps shake his hand?
0:53:53 > 0:53:55Think you're leaving, do you, Aiden?
0:53:58 > 0:54:00And you are?
0:54:00 > 0:54:03I am your centre. Your colonel.
0:54:03 > 0:54:06Colonel? You're milk piss, boy.
0:54:12 > 0:54:13There will be peace.
0:54:16 > 0:54:18There'll never be peace.
0:54:21 > 0:54:22THUD
0:54:27 > 0:54:29Does he not come?
0:54:29 > 0:54:30Well, he was never reliable.
0:54:34 > 0:54:36Perhaps you should sail with me.
0:54:36 > 0:54:38Ah, send me an address and I'll come find you.
0:54:45 > 0:54:47But who should I send it to, Bertrand?
0:54:50 > 0:54:52Whoever you are, that is not your real name.
0:54:57 > 0:54:58Who are you?
0:55:01 > 0:55:02Go. Take your boat, Evelyn.
0:55:08 > 0:55:09And did you lose your mother?
0:55:11 > 0:55:12And your father too?
0:55:15 > 0:55:16Those things are true.
0:55:18 > 0:55:20And the rest?
0:55:24 > 0:55:25Take your boat.
0:55:48 > 0:55:51HE SHIVERS
0:55:51 > 0:55:52HE SNIFFS
0:56:02 > 0:56:04One might say you saved my life, Inspector.
0:56:04 > 0:56:08That being the case, I have put my mind to how I might thank you.
0:56:09 > 0:56:13I thought I might allow you to walk with me this Sunday afternoon.
0:56:13 > 0:56:17At Hampstead, perhaps. We could take a blanket and some cold wine.
0:56:18 > 0:56:21Miss Cobden... When will you call me Jane, Inspector?
0:56:21 > 0:56:24Miss Cobden, I...
0:56:26 > 0:56:29I do not know what you think it is has passed between us.
0:56:32 > 0:56:34I am married.
0:56:34 > 0:56:35Mr Reid.
0:56:37 > 0:56:38Edmund.
0:56:39 > 0:56:43I am, as you know, for the present and the future, but never the past.
0:56:43 > 0:56:46There is nothing but black magnetism there.
0:56:47 > 0:56:51Allow me and I will help you to resist it.
0:56:55 > 0:56:56I am sorry, Miss Cobden.
0:57:26 > 0:57:28You run them - confess it.
0:57:28 > 0:57:29No, sir! Yes, sir!
0:57:29 > 0:57:31You pander and pimp those boys
0:57:31 > 0:57:32who ought to be safe in your care.
0:57:32 > 0:57:34I want you.
0:57:34 > 0:57:35Tell me we can do this.
0:57:35 > 0:57:39We can do this. He'll pay. He has to.
0:57:39 > 0:57:41These are mine. Silver and copper.
0:57:41 > 0:57:42Within a week - 200.
0:57:42 > 0:57:44And the value just soars.
0:57:44 > 0:57:46How would you like the Star
0:57:46 > 0:57:48to turn the biggest bank in London upside down?
0:57:48 > 0:57:51I acted in the best interests of my bank and its investors.
0:57:51 > 0:57:53By lying to them.
0:57:53 > 0:57:55What is the purpose of our work?
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