0:00:02 > 0:00:04VINCENT: I want to see the pyramids.
0:00:04 > 0:00:08I want a suit made out of silk from Hong Kong.
0:00:11 > 0:00:16I want my own blend of tobacco and a pipe of ivory.
0:00:16 > 0:00:20I want a pair of shoes... made out of silver.
0:00:20 > 0:00:22VINCENT GUFFAWS
0:00:22 > 0:00:26That's the stupidest idea I think I've ever heard.
0:00:26 > 0:00:27You'll be jealous.
0:00:28 > 0:00:31This programme contains graphic violent scenes and some scenes which some viewers may find upsetting.
0:00:40 > 0:00:43It's your turn.
0:00:47 > 0:00:48I want you.
0:00:49 > 0:00:51Nothing more.
0:00:54 > 0:00:55Tell me.
0:00:56 > 0:01:00- Tell me we can do this. - We can do this.
0:01:01 > 0:01:03I promise you.
0:01:03 > 0:01:06We have Quint's folio.
0:01:06 > 0:01:08He'll pay.
0:01:08 > 0:01:11He has to.
0:01:11 > 0:01:14He'll pay whatever we want.
0:01:14 > 0:01:16Then I want my suit and my silver bloody shoes.
0:01:16 > 0:01:18HE CHUCKLES
0:01:21 > 0:01:24Shit. Luke's gonna skin us.
0:01:24 > 0:01:26Let him try.
0:01:26 > 0:01:30Come next week, we'll be long gone from all of 'em.
0:01:30 > 0:01:32All of this.
0:01:42 > 0:01:45LOUD CHATTER
0:02:01 > 0:02:03CHATTER
0:02:10 > 0:02:13Harry Collins! Harry, liven up.
0:02:13 > 0:02:15Regent Street, Baker Street, Haymarket.
0:02:15 > 0:02:17David Goodbody.
0:02:18 > 0:02:19David Goodbody.
0:02:20 > 0:02:21David?
0:02:24 > 0:02:25No Vincent neither.
0:02:26 > 0:02:28Otto Roberts.
0:02:28 > 0:02:31- Do you want to earn a few quid? - Special?
0:02:31 > 0:02:34Harlequin. David's ground, but...
0:02:34 > 0:02:37Early bird and all that.
0:02:37 > 0:02:39- KNOCK AT DOOR MAN:- Please come in.
0:02:39 > 0:02:41DOOR CREAKS
0:02:41 > 0:02:44- You may close the door now. - I'm the boy you called for.
0:02:47 > 0:02:50I, er...have something for you, sir.
0:02:50 > 0:02:52Yes, David.
0:02:52 > 0:02:55I believe you do.
0:03:27 > 0:03:32ARTHERTON: Buggery, sodomy, and acts homosexual are crimes.
0:03:32 > 0:03:34There'll be no bail, sir. Go.
0:03:34 > 0:03:38- If you'll follow me, sir. - Next!
0:03:39 > 0:03:42ARTHERTON: Oi! We'll have less of that!
0:03:44 > 0:03:46Quite a haul, Inspector Ed.
0:03:46 > 0:03:51Another foul molly house brought to ground by the brave crusaders of Leman Street.
0:03:51 > 0:03:53On the side of the pansies now, are you?
0:03:53 > 0:03:55- BEST:- On the side, as ever, only of justice.
0:03:55 > 0:03:59Tell me, Sergeant, what room here for the cut-throats and filchers of Whitechapel,
0:03:59 > 0:04:02when your cells runneth over with mandrakes and rantipoles?
0:04:02 > 0:04:05Oh, no doubt you'd have the streets amok with arse-mongers.
0:04:05 > 0:04:09Streets, sir? You raided a private residence.
0:04:09 > 0:04:12Are there any, um...
0:04:12 > 0:04:15are there any blue bloods this time?
0:04:15 > 0:04:18Or are they all still running scared after Cleveland Street?
0:04:18 > 0:04:22Do not ever again come here for your muckraking.
0:04:22 > 0:04:24Escort Mr Best back to the gutter.
0:04:24 > 0:04:26This is a free land, Inspector, first in the civilised world.
0:04:26 > 0:04:32It is not muck I seek to shovel into cold light here, but rank hypocrisy!
0:04:33 > 0:04:36Goulston Street, sir, telegraph boy.
0:04:37 > 0:04:39- REID:- Otto Roberts? - FLIGHT: Yes, sir.
0:04:39 > 0:04:41Who was it occupied this room?
0:04:41 > 0:04:44Didn't give his name, sir.
0:04:44 > 0:04:47- CHATTER FROM STREET - This ain't The Savoy.
0:04:47 > 0:04:49Could have fooled me. His appearance?
0:04:49 > 0:04:51Middle-aged business type.
0:04:51 > 0:04:55Not too shabby, not too smart. He looked like anyone.
0:04:56 > 0:04:58My guests don't care to be studied.
0:04:58 > 0:05:01- Faces come and go. Some pay by the hour.- Did he?
0:05:01 > 0:05:05Coughed up for day and night. Said he awaited a telegram.
0:05:05 > 0:05:07I should send up the boy.
0:05:07 > 0:05:09WOMAN: Get inside! Come on, Tommy!
0:05:09 > 0:05:13If you could perchance hasten matters,
0:05:13 > 0:05:16I should like to rent the room again before lunch.
0:05:16 > 0:05:18Get him before Jackson.
0:05:23 > 0:05:25CHATTER AND LAUGHTER
0:05:26 > 0:05:30All right, which of you goddamn whoresons is a flimflam man, huh?
0:05:31 > 0:05:33Come on, I'm not fresh off the...
0:05:33 > 0:05:35Good to see you. I'll get a drink.
0:05:36 > 0:05:39All right, we're not done here.
0:05:42 > 0:05:45What say one of you fellas lends me the money for another hand, huh?
0:05:52 > 0:05:53Dr Yankee.
0:05:54 > 0:05:56Nice duds.
0:05:56 > 0:05:59My ship came in. Gin for everyone.
0:05:59 > 0:06:02CROWD CHEERING
0:06:02 > 0:06:05- Must have been a goddamn galleon. - Call it a fleet.
0:06:05 > 0:06:10Well, I'd love to say I don't begrudge you a penny, Charlie, but I'm a shitty liar.
0:06:10 > 0:06:12BOTH CHUCKLE
0:06:12 > 0:06:16How about you squaring some of what's owed, huh?
0:06:24 > 0:06:27Plus interest, with thanks.
0:06:30 > 0:06:34And I can do better than that, Doc. You've done me a turn once or twice.
0:06:34 > 0:06:35All this...
0:06:35 > 0:06:37it's there for the taking.
0:06:39 > 0:06:43- You boy! You manage here? - Barely.
0:06:43 > 0:06:45Messenger was sent this morning to Goulston Street.
0:06:45 > 0:06:47- Is that so? - Harlequin Hotel.
0:06:47 > 0:06:48Oh, that was...
0:06:50 > 0:06:52He shouldn't have even been there.
0:06:52 > 0:06:55- It wasn't his job. - Then whose?
0:06:55 > 0:06:58David. David Goodbody. Around that way's his patch.
0:06:58 > 0:07:00- My ears are burning. - I wish all of you was burning.
0:07:00 > 0:07:03- What's afoot? - Otto's dead.
0:07:04 > 0:07:06- What? - LUKE: Took your rounds
0:07:06 > 0:07:09cos you'd done a bloody bunk, and some bastard killed him.
0:07:09 > 0:07:10- Who are you? - Am I under arrest?
0:07:10 > 0:07:13- Watch your tongue, boy. VINCENT:- Vincent.
0:07:13 > 0:07:15Featherwell.
0:07:16 > 0:07:18I was with David today. Went to the fair in Bethnal Green.
0:07:18 > 0:07:22- During work? - Isn't illegal to hate your job.
0:07:22 > 0:07:25- Who was the telegram for? - I only had the address.
0:07:25 > 0:07:26Is that usual?
0:07:26 > 0:07:29It happens. We just deliver.
0:07:29 > 0:07:32You, David, have you been at the Harlequin before?
0:07:32 > 0:07:34No.
0:07:39 > 0:07:42- Are you certain about that? - Yes. Yes, sir.
0:07:43 > 0:07:46Help me discover what befell your friend.
0:07:46 > 0:07:49I need to know where that telegram was sent from, when, and by whom.
0:07:49 > 0:07:51I do not wish to make such a visit here again.
0:07:56 > 0:07:59According to their ledger, the telegram was sent from a bureau in the city.
0:07:59 > 0:08:01No name given.
0:08:01 > 0:08:03You can see here, all these, day after day, week after week,
0:08:03 > 0:08:06sent from the heart of the City to addresses in Whitechapel.
0:08:06 > 0:08:09But no replies. The mail only travels one way.
0:08:09 > 0:08:11That's banker's turf.
0:08:11 > 0:08:13What business have well-to-do's telegraphing the rookery?
0:08:13 > 0:08:16Why indeed? See here. David Goodbody lies.
0:08:16 > 0:08:20He's been dispatched to the Harlequin three times this fortnight.
0:08:20 > 0:08:23Find these other addresses. I want to know who's been receiving these missives.
0:08:23 > 0:08:25Strangulation, then?
0:08:26 > 0:08:28Silk fibres.
0:08:28 > 0:08:30From a scarf maybe.
0:08:30 > 0:08:32A knot tied in it.
0:08:32 > 0:08:35And the boy was sexually active.
0:08:35 > 0:08:38Very active, and not with women.
0:08:38 > 0:08:41- Was he forced?- Not that I can see, least not today.
0:08:41 > 0:08:43He was just, I don't know, an enthusiast.
0:08:43 > 0:08:45They're bloody everywhere.
0:08:45 > 0:08:47Don't knock it till you tried it, Benito.
0:08:47 > 0:08:50I know some stevedores'd treat you like a princess.
0:08:51 > 0:08:52Those addresses, almost all of them,
0:08:52 > 0:08:54- flag the Harlequin. - I want to know the movements
0:08:54 > 0:08:56of this boy, David. Trail him.
0:08:56 > 0:08:58- And his friend, sir? The gobby one? - Him too.
0:09:04 > 0:09:06Tierra del Fuego.
0:09:08 > 0:09:10South America.
0:09:11 > 0:09:14It's the land of fire. My friend Charlie gave it to me.
0:09:16 > 0:09:18Might as well be goddamn hieroglyphics to me.
0:09:18 > 0:09:20I mean, look at this.
0:09:20 > 0:09:23You know anything about investments,
0:09:23 > 0:09:24stocks, bridge loans?
0:09:26 > 0:09:29Land of fire? Sounds like hell.
0:09:54 > 0:09:55I'm looking for my friend...
0:09:55 > 0:09:57David Goodbody.
0:09:58 > 0:10:00He's off shift.
0:10:01 > 0:10:05Who, then, might know where I could find him?
0:10:05 > 0:10:08SWITCHBLADE CLICKING
0:10:08 > 0:10:09I'll give it back.
0:10:09 > 0:10:11- Tell Quint it was a mistake. - VINCENT:- No.
0:10:11 > 0:10:13- We see this through. - How?
0:10:13 > 0:10:17Quint's gonna kill us. I mean, that should have been me today.
0:10:17 > 0:10:19I know that.
0:10:19 > 0:10:22My love, believe me, I know that.
0:10:22 > 0:10:23You're here and we're alive,
0:10:23 > 0:10:27and, while blood still pumps in me, I'll not give up on the plans we've made.
0:10:28 > 0:10:31Whoever Quint sent for us went to your patch
0:10:31 > 0:10:34and assumed the boy who showed up was you.
0:10:34 > 0:10:37- He didn't know Otto was Otto. - He doesn't know my face.
0:10:37 > 0:10:41Nor mine. There's still time to see this through.
0:10:41 > 0:10:43So, we hit back and we hit hard.
0:10:43 > 0:10:46What we asked for, let's double it.
0:10:50 > 0:10:54I'm going to see Freddie Best. We need to ensure we're safe.
0:10:54 > 0:10:56- Come with. - I've a job.
0:11:01 > 0:11:03- No. - Take my knife.
0:11:03 > 0:11:07- And what about you? - Please. For this job, at least.
0:11:10 > 0:11:12I told you.
0:11:12 > 0:11:13We can do this.
0:11:20 > 0:11:22LOUD CHATTER
0:11:36 > 0:11:38- You heard about Otto? - Course I bloody did.
0:11:38 > 0:11:42Poor sod. I thought you'd given up the frig jobs.
0:11:43 > 0:11:44Money's money.
0:11:44 > 0:11:45Is, um...
0:11:47 > 0:11:49- ..is Harry all right? - Harry's fine.
0:11:51 > 0:11:54He sent this. Said he'd meet you at the Harlequin after his shift.
0:11:54 > 0:11:57So, Otto, what do you know?
0:11:57 > 0:12:01How would you like The Star to turn the biggest bank in London upside down?
0:12:01 > 0:12:04- Just what the hell was Otto up to? - Otto wasn't.
0:12:04 > 0:12:06He wasn't supposed to be there.
0:12:07 > 0:12:08There's a copper watching us.
0:12:26 > 0:12:28- VINCENT:- Freddie, go now.
0:12:44 > 0:12:46- You're a policeman, are you not? - FLIGHT: Keep your voice down.
0:12:46 > 0:12:50I am an abominable bugger, sir, a proud Uranian.
0:12:50 > 0:12:53A hunter of hinder parts.
0:12:53 > 0:12:55A keen participant in behaviours grotesque and indecent.
0:12:55 > 0:12:57Homo sapiens homosexual.
0:12:57 > 0:12:58Take me in.
0:13:34 > 0:13:39You are aware of the consequences of the admission you made to my constable?
0:13:42 > 0:13:45I fear, sir, there may have been a misunderstanding.
0:13:45 > 0:13:48My intemperate consumption. You see, I'm...
0:13:50 > 0:13:53The wretched gin had quite scrambled my faculties.
0:13:53 > 0:13:56I recall not a word I uttered to your good man,
0:13:56 > 0:14:00and I must insist I retract, in toto.
0:14:00 > 0:14:04David Goodbody sells himself under the guise of his delivery rounds.
0:14:04 > 0:14:08Nor is he, as my sergeant has discovered, the only telegraph boy to do so.
0:14:08 > 0:14:11- Are you among them? - Certainly not.
0:14:11 > 0:14:14Each to their own, mind you.
0:14:14 > 0:14:16I myself am partial to a tight mimsy.
0:14:16 > 0:14:18A rosy notch.
0:14:18 > 0:14:20A dewy flower.
0:14:20 > 0:14:24You and David are in straits. Otto Roberts is dead because of it.
0:14:24 > 0:14:28Do you feel no guilt? An innocent boy lies slain.
0:14:28 > 0:14:29Innocent?
0:14:30 > 0:14:32Yes.
0:14:33 > 0:14:35Though you'd shackle him, would you not?
0:14:36 > 0:14:39Catamite. Sodomite. Pervert.
0:14:40 > 0:14:43A moral bankrupt fit for your shackles.
0:14:46 > 0:14:49Are you gonna be charging me with aught, sir? I've got a shift coming up
0:14:49 > 0:14:51and people do need their telegrams.
0:15:00 > 0:15:03- Toodle-pip, sirs. - ARTHERTON: Off he goes, then.
0:15:03 > 0:15:05Proud Polly Prick-tickler.
0:15:05 > 0:15:08Gamahuching his way through every molly house back to St Martin's.
0:15:08 > 0:15:12Are we short of homosexuals wasting our cell space, Sergeant?
0:15:13 > 0:15:14We could have broken him, sir.
0:15:14 > 0:15:17There's an egg in the box with a far softer shell.
0:15:19 > 0:15:21- REID: You run them. Confess it. - No, sir!
0:15:21 > 0:15:26Yes, sir! You pander and pimp those boys, who ought to be safe in your care.
0:15:27 > 0:15:30They swing for such, do they not, Sergeant? Indecent predators
0:15:30 > 0:15:31of our noble youth.
0:15:31 > 0:15:33They swing in agony, sir, and justly so.
0:15:33 > 0:15:35I run nothing!
0:15:35 > 0:15:37I just...I just try to do my job.
0:15:38 > 0:15:42I want to move upstairs, learn to...to use the wire.
0:15:42 > 0:15:45- Which boys are the renters? - I don't know.
0:15:45 > 0:15:47- Not all, just... - David Goodbody.
0:15:47 > 0:15:49Otto Roberts. Vincent Featherwell.
0:15:49 > 0:15:52- Who else? Who else?! - There are others.
0:15:52 > 0:15:54What else were David and Vincent involved in?
0:15:54 > 0:15:56Your friend, Otto Roberts,
0:15:56 > 0:15:58was killed in David's place. If you seek any kind of justice
0:15:58 > 0:15:59for him, you speak.
0:16:01 > 0:16:04David, there's...there's a man he sees.
0:16:04 > 0:16:07A well-to-do. I've heard David and Vincent talk of him.
0:16:07 > 0:16:09His...love for David,
0:16:09 > 0:16:13and how they might...capitalise.
0:16:13 > 0:16:14- Blackmail? - I don't know.
0:16:14 > 0:16:17But it wouldn't be the first time.
0:16:18 > 0:16:21- This man of David's, who is he? - A banker, sir.
0:16:21 > 0:16:24Name of Quint. Solomon Quint.
0:16:24 > 0:16:26Quint, Solomon.
0:16:26 > 0:16:29He's at the House of Barings, sir.
0:16:29 > 0:16:30Get me a hansom.
0:17:00 > 0:17:02Inspector Reid? Franklin Stone. A pleasure.
0:17:02 > 0:17:03We can speak in my office.
0:17:04 > 0:17:06I hear you're looking for Sol Quint?
0:17:06 > 0:17:09- I am. You work with him? - Mm, ten years.
0:17:09 > 0:17:12His work being what, exactly?
0:17:12 > 0:17:14You might call him a haruspex.
0:17:15 > 0:17:17In ancient times, certain priests, haruspices,
0:17:17 > 0:17:19would examine the entrails of sacrificed beasts,
0:17:19 > 0:17:22thus to determine the fate of men and nations.
0:17:22 > 0:17:29Just so, Solomon Quint would sink his hands into the grimy slew of phenomena,
0:17:29 > 0:17:31economic, political and geographic,
0:17:31 > 0:17:35and, from what he found there, determine our fortunes.
0:17:36 > 0:17:37Quite literally.
0:17:37 > 0:17:40Investments. He would analyse investments?
0:17:42 > 0:17:44And the risks thereof.
0:17:49 > 0:17:50Can I offer you a refreshment?
0:17:50 > 0:17:52Thank you, no.
0:17:53 > 0:17:55Temperate man.
0:17:56 > 0:17:57Bravo.
0:18:00 > 0:18:04Forgive my flippancy, sir. This has been a most difficult time.
0:18:04 > 0:18:07Sol left under something of a cloud.
0:18:07 > 0:18:09He's no longer with Barings? Since when?
0:18:11 > 0:18:13Almost a week.
0:18:14 > 0:18:16His work had become...
0:18:16 > 0:18:19erratic.
0:18:19 > 0:18:21A man in his position cannot afford to be erratic.
0:18:25 > 0:18:27Sol Quint was the most brilliant of his kind, sir.
0:18:28 > 0:18:30Until, er...
0:18:32 > 0:18:36Well, he was a dear friend and I'm not a man given to indiscretion.
0:18:37 > 0:18:40But your candour is much appreciated, sir.
0:18:45 > 0:18:50Suffice it to say Sol Quint's marital bed was infrequently troubled by his presence.
0:18:51 > 0:18:54He had certain pastimes.
0:18:54 > 0:18:56In truth, I think the man was heartsick.
0:18:56 > 0:19:01Perhaps in every life, at some point, we must make such a choice.
0:19:01 > 0:19:03What choice, Mr Stone?
0:19:04 > 0:19:06Between love and gold, Inspector.
0:19:07 > 0:19:08Love and gold.
0:19:08 > 0:19:11My duty is to the House of Barings.
0:19:11 > 0:19:12I have not...
0:19:13 > 0:19:14..the luxury...
0:19:17 > 0:19:20..of placing anything before gold.
0:19:21 > 0:19:22Not even Sol Quint.
0:19:25 > 0:19:27I was obligated to dismiss him.
0:19:28 > 0:19:32If you'd oblige me, Mr Stone, I shall need Mr Quint's address.
0:19:32 > 0:19:36My folio. You were simply to recover my folio...
0:19:38 > 0:19:40..and now an innocent boy lies dead.
0:19:40 > 0:19:42HE SIGHS
0:19:42 > 0:19:44No.
0:19:44 > 0:19:46Tell Mr Stone, I...I need to see him.
0:19:47 > 0:19:50I can't...
0:19:50 > 0:19:51I cannot...
0:19:51 > 0:19:53They know, man!
0:19:54 > 0:19:57The boys know, and now double would they wring from me!
0:19:57 > 0:19:59Chide me not, Mr Quint.
0:19:59 > 0:20:03It is to your mess I endeavour to take my broom.
0:20:06 > 0:20:08My apologies.
0:20:10 > 0:20:12The older boy.
0:20:12 > 0:20:16Were you aware of his friendship with the newspaperman Fred Best?
0:20:16 > 0:20:18Does...does Mr Stone know?
0:20:22 > 0:20:23Well, I must see him.
0:20:25 > 0:20:26This is our last chance to...
0:20:27 > 0:20:30..come forth open-handed before the bank investors.
0:20:30 > 0:20:35Mr Stone would prefer that all parties keep their counsel.
0:20:36 > 0:20:41It is fundamental, Mr Quint, that you keep your counsel.
0:20:43 > 0:20:44Yes.
0:20:45 > 0:20:47Of course it is.
0:20:50 > 0:20:52I understand now why you came.
0:20:54 > 0:20:56I would have given David anything.
0:20:56 > 0:20:58Anything he asked. I...
0:21:00 > 0:21:02I loved him.
0:21:05 > 0:21:07I love him still.
0:21:10 > 0:21:12You must think me a bloody fool, sir.
0:21:12 > 0:21:16I do not pretend to understand the things that love makes men do.
0:21:17 > 0:21:19But every man I've known has suffered for it.
0:21:19 > 0:21:22Yet what else is there, Mr Self?
0:21:24 > 0:21:26How else to know,
0:21:26 > 0:21:28even for a moment,
0:21:28 > 0:21:30that we live?
0:21:42 > 0:21:45CHATTER OUTSIDE
0:21:51 > 0:21:52- What's this? - Charlie Frost.
0:21:52 > 0:21:54Paid back the money I loaned him.
0:21:54 > 0:21:56- At least that's something. CHUCKLES:- You should have seen him.
0:21:56 > 0:21:59He was suited and booted.
0:21:59 > 0:22:02All in finery like a tailor's dummy.
0:22:03 > 0:22:08Susan, you remember when I was talking about a way to get us out from under?
0:22:08 > 0:22:10- I'm trying to count. - Yeah, I know that, but listen.
0:22:10 > 0:22:13- Look, can you see I'm trying to count?- Hey.
0:22:15 > 0:22:17- WOMAN LAUGHS OUTSIDE - What is it?
0:22:22 > 0:22:23Silas Duggan.
0:22:27 > 0:22:28Duggan. What about him?
0:22:29 > 0:22:32- He wants more. - How much more?
0:22:32 > 0:22:34More than I have and more than I can make.
0:22:35 > 0:22:38I can't take more from the girls. I can't.
0:22:40 > 0:22:41He's squeezing us week by week.
0:22:41 > 0:22:43Darling, what if I was to tell you
0:22:43 > 0:22:45there was a way out of this that didn't involve running?
0:22:49 > 0:22:54Now, Charlie Frost, he's no genius, but Charlie Frost knows some people.
0:22:54 > 0:22:56There's a mine.
0:22:57 > 0:23:01Silver and copper. The land is lousy with it.
0:23:01 > 0:23:04Charlie put in what little he had. Within a week, 200.
0:23:06 > 0:23:08This is your notion of out from under?
0:23:08 > 0:23:11To gamble what meagre pot Silas Duggan does not extort?
0:23:11 > 0:23:15That's the beauty of it. It ain't a gamble, and the value just soars.
0:23:19 > 0:23:22Ah, the man whose numeracy extends to the price of liquor and tail,
0:23:22 > 0:23:26this man will make himself a titan of high finance?
0:23:28 > 0:23:29All right.
0:23:32 > 0:23:34Just got to settle with Duggan my way.
0:23:34 > 0:23:37You'll not settle anything with Duggan.
0:23:37 > 0:23:39Oh, tell me, Susan, huh? You tell me what to do.
0:23:39 > 0:23:43Tell me how I'm supposed to help you, cos you kept this goddamn thing a secret.
0:23:43 > 0:23:45Now the son of a bitch is turning the screw.
0:23:45 > 0:23:48- GUN COCKS - All I wanted was you and me.
0:23:48 > 0:23:50- Don't.- Should have done this from the start.
0:23:50 > 0:23:53- You don't know him. - He's about to know me.
0:24:08 > 0:24:11- Duggan! - DOORS CREAK
0:24:11 > 0:24:13HE PANTS
0:24:14 > 0:24:15- JACKSON:- Silas Duggan!
0:24:22 > 0:24:26Whiskers too, or just a trim for the barnet, nice rub of oil?
0:24:26 > 0:24:30Oh, I'm not the one getting a haircut, you chiselling piece of shit.
0:24:32 > 0:24:36Out of my affections for your good lady, I'm reluctant to post you home in pieces.
0:24:36 > 0:24:41Leave now and we'll call this parley... an idle fancy.
0:24:42 > 0:24:44Fancy?
0:24:46 > 0:24:48Duggan, I am real as hell. You've had your last penny out of my lady.
0:24:48 > 0:24:50You try to squeeze one farthing more...
0:24:50 > 0:24:51- GUN COCKS - ..I'm gonna see you paid in lead.
0:24:53 > 0:24:55HE GROANS
0:24:59 > 0:25:03You dare cross me, dare whisper the name Silas Duggan to your police whip cracker,
0:25:03 > 0:25:06dare even dream about my handsome likeness...
0:25:06 > 0:25:09HE GROANS
0:25:09 > 0:25:11..I shall skin you from nose to toes.
0:25:11 > 0:25:16Here shall I take my razor to your pizzle, make a gelding of you.
0:25:16 > 0:25:22Have you stood by mewling, as I spatchcock your wife upon my bunk.
0:25:22 > 0:25:24HE MOANS
0:25:33 > 0:25:36Now leave my shop, cowboy,
0:25:36 > 0:25:40and tell your whore mistress I shall bill her for the broken glass.
0:25:41 > 0:25:44HE GROANS
0:25:49 > 0:25:52Mr Quint does all right for himself, doesn't he, sir?
0:25:52 > 0:25:53Maybe I should become a banker.
0:25:53 > 0:25:57I'm just home from the dressmaker's. I think he's in his study.
0:25:57 > 0:26:00- KNOCKS - Mr Quint?
0:26:01 > 0:26:03Mr Quint, it's the police.
0:26:08 > 0:26:10SHE GASPS AND SOBS
0:26:12 > 0:26:14SHE SOBS
0:26:42 > 0:26:44DOOR SQUEAKS Inspector?
0:26:44 > 0:26:46If I may, sir.
0:26:47 > 0:26:49Sergeant, join me?
0:26:49 > 0:26:52Unless of course Mrs...Mrs Drake...
0:26:52 > 0:26:54Oh, no. No.
0:26:54 > 0:26:56Always time for just the one, sir.
0:26:56 > 0:26:58GLASSES CLINK
0:27:01 > 0:27:03Hm.
0:27:04 > 0:27:07What is the purpose of our work, Bennet?
0:27:09 > 0:27:10The law?
0:27:10 > 0:27:12In your opinion.
0:27:12 > 0:27:14HE SIGHS
0:27:15 > 0:27:16To protect, sir.
0:27:17 > 0:27:20That's why I came to H Division, to protect.
0:27:20 > 0:27:25A man, blackmailed by a boy for illicit affection,
0:27:25 > 0:27:28takes anguished revenge on another...
0:27:28 > 0:27:31and then, stricken with guilt,
0:27:31 > 0:27:32ends himself.
0:27:36 > 0:27:38So, whom did the law protect today?
0:27:39 > 0:27:42Far from protect, does it not occur to you that, but for the law,
0:27:42 > 0:27:45both Solomon Quint and Otto Roberts would be alive?
0:27:46 > 0:27:48What, then, sir?
0:27:49 > 0:27:52Do we choose the laws we see fit to enforce?
0:27:52 > 0:27:56We have our obligations, but our work today...
0:27:58 > 0:28:01..if Mr Quint is any example...
0:28:02 > 0:28:04..I begin to think a law that makes a crime of human love
0:28:04 > 0:28:07will police itself in pure...
0:28:07 > 0:28:08despair.
0:28:15 > 0:28:17- DRAKE: They're for the lady. BELLA:- Thank you.
0:28:17 > 0:28:19DRAKE: There you go.
0:28:20 > 0:28:22They're so beautiful.
0:28:30 > 0:28:31You're quiet today.
0:28:33 > 0:28:35Forgive me, my love.
0:28:35 > 0:28:38The Inspector was turning all philosophical on me.
0:28:38 > 0:28:41Gave me an 'eadache.
0:28:41 > 0:28:45We'll have words. Can't have him wearing out that noggin.
0:28:49 > 0:28:51The law's the law, right?
0:28:52 > 0:28:54And policemen serve it.
0:28:54 > 0:28:56We don't ask all the whys and wherefores, do we?
0:28:56 > 0:28:59Otherwise...well, what then?
0:28:59 > 0:29:04But the Inspector, when it comes to banging up poofs and Mary Anns...
0:29:04 > 0:29:08CHUCKLES: To see him, he's a man all scooped of belief.
0:29:10 > 0:29:11Do you believe in it?
0:29:13 > 0:29:15Hell's bells. Not you too?
0:29:15 > 0:29:18Maybe he just understands what it is to be lonely.
0:29:20 > 0:29:22Say a law was made tomorrow...
0:29:23 > 0:29:25..for you to love me was a crime.
0:29:25 > 0:29:28They say it's filthy and unnatural.
0:29:29 > 0:29:34Would you stop, Bennet? Turn off your love like a gas tap, just to obey?
0:29:37 > 0:29:40I'd be the filthiest scofflaw this land had ever seen.
0:29:40 > 0:29:42- WOMAN:- Eggs! Get your eggs!
0:29:43 > 0:29:45Bella?
0:29:47 > 0:29:49- Bella, it's you. - You're mistaken.
0:29:52 > 0:29:54- Who was that? - I don't know.
0:29:54 > 0:29:56She seemed to know you.
0:29:56 > 0:29:59There was a part of my life before Tenter Street
0:29:59 > 0:30:02full of cruelty and sadness.
0:30:02 > 0:30:04She was a working girl?
0:30:04 > 0:30:06Please can we go home now, Bennet? There's a chill.
0:30:06 > 0:30:08Of course, love.
0:30:20 > 0:30:22DOOR OPENS
0:30:27 > 0:30:28You look beautiful.
0:30:30 > 0:30:32SIGHS: You're drunk.
0:30:33 > 0:30:37I thought it before I was drunk, and I'll think it after I'm dead.
0:30:40 > 0:30:43I've thought it every moment since I first saw you.
0:30:44 > 0:30:47You're all the true beauty in this world.
0:30:59 > 0:31:00You're bleeding.
0:31:00 > 0:31:01You remember.
0:31:03 > 0:31:08There was a night, me and you, we took a balloon over Chicago.
0:31:10 > 0:31:14It was all laid out. It was electric, the city.
0:31:15 > 0:31:19It was like starlight, and I said some words to you.
0:31:19 > 0:31:22You swore you would weave our lives together...
0:31:23 > 0:31:25..with threads of silk and gold.
0:31:25 > 0:31:27I made myself believe that I could live up to you.
0:31:27 > 0:31:30- I never cared about money. - It ain't about the money.
0:31:32 > 0:31:34I mean, what do I have to give you? I got nothing left.
0:31:34 > 0:31:37I broke every promise I ever made you, I brought you down to this.
0:31:37 > 0:31:39- CRYING:- And now I can't even protect you.
0:31:39 > 0:31:40- Matthew. - I ain't a man, Caitlin.
0:31:40 > 0:31:42- Don't. - I'm not a man.
0:31:42 > 0:31:45Don't make this about your wounded pride.
0:31:45 > 0:31:48- I see the way you look at me. - Oh, you see nothing!
0:31:49 > 0:31:53The only thing you ever look to is your next swashbuckling bloody daydream.
0:31:54 > 0:31:59You finish your bottle. I will not indulge your self-pity.
0:32:00 > 0:32:02DOOR OPENS
0:32:02 > 0:32:04DOOR CLOSES
0:32:30 > 0:32:31They're in.
0:32:44 > 0:32:45Come here.
0:32:56 > 0:32:58I've been worried sick, Harry.
0:33:07 > 0:33:09CAMERA CLICKS
0:33:10 > 0:33:11CAMERA CLICKS
0:33:14 > 0:33:16CAMERA CLICKS
0:33:25 > 0:33:28JACKSON SIGHS
0:33:36 > 0:33:38BONES CRUNCH
0:33:44 > 0:33:45CLEARS THROAT
0:33:48 > 0:33:50Flight!
0:33:51 > 0:33:54Suicide, huh? And the gun was in this hand?
0:33:54 > 0:33:56Yes.
0:33:56 > 0:34:00Phalanges of the digitus medius and secondus.
0:34:00 > 0:34:03Multiple fractures.
0:34:03 > 0:34:05- Could he pull the trigger? - With broken fingers?
0:34:05 > 0:34:07He's forced to write a note.
0:34:07 > 0:34:09Crack. Gun's jammed in his hand.
0:34:09 > 0:34:11Boom.
0:34:11 > 0:34:15Whoever wanted Mr Quint dead, it sure as hell wasn't Mr Quint.
0:34:23 > 0:34:25Madam, I understand this is a, er...
0:34:26 > 0:34:30..painful time for you, so forgive my bluntness.
0:34:32 > 0:34:34Was your husband a man with enemies?
0:34:34 > 0:34:37Only himself.
0:34:38 > 0:34:42I no longer believe his death to be suicide.
0:34:42 > 0:34:46Can you help me understand who might have killed him?
0:34:46 > 0:34:49I...I have no idea. He...
0:34:50 > 0:34:52..he was a gentle man.
0:34:52 > 0:34:56I spoke to Franklin Stone at Barings yesterday.
0:34:56 > 0:35:01He intimated you and Mr Quint might have been facing certain...marital issues.
0:35:03 > 0:35:07Sol and I were married for 20 years, and we loved each other, Inspector.
0:35:07 > 0:35:11If Sol had issues, they were with Franklin Stone and not me.
0:35:11 > 0:35:13- What issues? - I know not.
0:35:13 > 0:35:16"A matter of gravest principle," was all he said.
0:35:17 > 0:35:20Some work he'd been conducting, regarding the Argentine.
0:35:20 > 0:35:21May I see this work?
0:35:21 > 0:35:23All his files are at the House of Barings.
0:35:24 > 0:35:28He had some, but...some days ago his folio was stolen.
0:35:28 > 0:35:31And he did not report it?
0:35:34 > 0:35:36I believe the culprit was...
0:35:37 > 0:35:40..someone whose acquaintance he sought not to expose.
0:35:41 > 0:35:42A boy.
0:35:46 > 0:35:49- Do not judge him, Inspector Reid. - I do no such thing.
0:35:52 > 0:35:54This boy.
0:35:54 > 0:35:56David, David Goodbody?
0:35:56 > 0:35:58I wouldn't know.
0:36:01 > 0:36:03My husband was a private man,
0:36:03 > 0:36:06and there were things he saw fit not to share with me.
0:36:08 > 0:36:10But I was never lied to, nor deceived by him. Our marriage was...
0:36:10 > 0:36:12An arrangement?
0:36:14 > 0:36:16..a companionship.
0:36:16 > 0:36:18And a loving one.
0:36:18 > 0:36:23We each wanted for the other happiness, wherever that may be found,
0:36:23 > 0:36:26and what is love, sir, if not that?
0:36:31 > 0:36:33- DAVID:- Quint's dead? How does Fred Best know?
0:36:33 > 0:36:34- VINCENT:- He talks to the coppers.
0:36:34 > 0:36:37He says Quint was killed and...
0:36:38 > 0:36:41Cunny bastard whores!
0:36:45 > 0:36:48I'm sorry.
0:36:48 > 0:36:49Why?
0:36:49 > 0:36:52- This should have been so easy. - It isn't over yet.
0:36:52 > 0:36:54Quint's dead, David.
0:36:56 > 0:36:59- What's he gonna pay us now? - He's dead because they're afraid.
0:37:00 > 0:37:03What we have is dangerous, and they know it
0:37:03 > 0:37:06and they want us to be afraid also. You said we can do this.
0:37:06 > 0:37:09You made me believe it, and I believe it still.
0:37:13 > 0:37:16Then we take 'em on?
0:37:16 > 0:37:18We give 'em true cause to tremble.
0:37:21 > 0:37:23I want those boys back in here.
0:37:23 > 0:37:27Flight said Vincent was hugger-mugger with Fred Best. See what he knows.
0:37:27 > 0:37:28Sir.
0:37:32 > 0:37:34A word in your...
0:37:39 > 0:37:41Left in an hurry, did we?
0:37:44 > 0:37:46From Vincent.
0:37:54 > 0:37:56My name is David Goodbody.
0:37:56 > 0:37:58I wish to speak to Inspector Reid.
0:38:07 > 0:38:10My sergeant saw you selling yourself to a man.
0:38:10 > 0:38:14Rather reckless of you now, to present yourself thus.
0:38:14 > 0:38:16I believe in justice, sir.
0:38:19 > 0:38:22I have information... concerning Mr Quint.
0:38:22 > 0:38:26One of your sexual partners, is he not? The victim of your blackmail?
0:38:26 > 0:38:29Mr Quint and I only talked...
0:38:29 > 0:38:31- Ah. - ..sir. It isn't a crime, is it,
0:38:31 > 0:38:34for a lonely man to find brief peace in talk?
0:38:34 > 0:38:35No, not yet.
0:38:37 > 0:38:40His folio was stolen. Would you know anything about that?
0:38:40 > 0:38:41No, sir.
0:38:41 > 0:38:43And this talk concerned what?
0:38:43 > 0:38:44He was afraid.
0:38:45 > 0:38:47Said they were against him.
0:38:47 > 0:38:50- Who? - Said they'd destroyed his files,
0:38:50 > 0:38:53and would cut out his tongue just because he told the truth.
0:38:53 > 0:38:56Who, boy? Who is it would silence him?
0:38:56 > 0:38:59I came here of my own accord, sir.
0:39:01 > 0:39:02Will I be free to leave as such?
0:39:03 > 0:39:05It is a dangerous game you play, David.
0:39:05 > 0:39:07We do what we have to, sir.
0:39:07 > 0:39:09- Why? - Love.
0:39:09 > 0:39:13- Vincent? - My love is unnameable.
0:39:17 > 0:39:19You tell me who Quint feared, then you may leave.
0:39:19 > 0:39:22He mentioned the name Franklin.
0:39:23 > 0:39:25Franklin Stone.
0:39:25 > 0:39:27And the burden of Argentina.
0:39:27 > 0:39:29STONE: That accusation is absurd.
0:39:29 > 0:39:33I make no accusation, Mr Stone, merely enquiry.
0:39:33 > 0:39:34I paid Sol Quint to report.
0:39:34 > 0:39:36What possible interest could I have in destroying his work?
0:39:36 > 0:39:38That, sir, is my enquiry.
0:39:38 > 0:39:42Perhaps his analysis proved... incommodious.
0:39:44 > 0:39:47Concerning the Argentine, for instance.
0:39:47 > 0:39:50I believe this house had significant investment there.
0:39:51 > 0:39:53Perhaps you would like to share with me
0:39:53 > 0:39:55the name of he who flings such night soil at my door.
0:39:55 > 0:39:59Perhaps you would share with me Mr Quint's recent work.
0:39:59 > 0:40:01I should like full access to his files.
0:40:03 > 0:40:04Of course.
0:40:09 > 0:40:12However, there is the small matter of due process.
0:40:12 > 0:40:15After all, Sol's death occurred in Hampstead, did it not,
0:40:15 > 0:40:17which is the jurisdiction of S Division,
0:40:17 > 0:40:20and we here fall under City of London policing, not you...
0:40:20 > 0:40:21KNOCKS TABLE
0:40:21 > 0:40:23..Metropolitan fellows.
0:40:23 > 0:40:27See, the information in our files is very sensitive, Inspector.
0:40:27 > 0:40:30I really must insist on having the correct warrants and assurances.
0:40:30 > 0:40:33If it would be of any help, I could enquire of Commissioner Bradford.
0:40:33 > 0:40:36I'll be seeing him at my club...later.
0:40:40 > 0:40:43I understand Mr Quint's folio went missing of late.
0:40:44 > 0:40:48Must be bothersome to such an assiduous custodian of his work.
0:40:50 > 0:40:53Let's both hope it turns up soon, shall we?
0:41:06 > 0:41:08They told me the police would come.
0:41:08 > 0:41:11They bloody telegraphed me, those sodomites.
0:41:11 > 0:41:15Make a fool of me, and they will ruin this bank.
0:41:17 > 0:41:19I need more time.
0:41:20 > 0:41:22I need you to get me more time.
0:41:28 > 0:41:29- VINCENT:- Freddie.
0:41:31 > 0:41:33How's that mutton cooking?
0:41:33 > 0:41:36Fred, listen to me. If anything should happen...
0:41:36 > 0:41:38What?
0:41:38 > 0:41:41Look, tell me what you've gotten into.
0:41:41 > 0:41:43Eh? Even your telegram sounded shit-scared.
0:41:43 > 0:41:47If they come for David and me, there's a folio.
0:41:48 > 0:41:50Take it. Publish it.
0:41:51 > 0:41:53- Where? - It's stashed.
0:41:55 > 0:41:56BEST: Where?!
0:42:10 > 0:42:12Hold up, jug-ear. Where's the Mary Ann? I know you've been meeting up.
0:42:12 > 0:42:15- Help him, please! Please help him! - What?
0:42:15 > 0:42:17- Go!- Where?!
0:42:17 > 0:42:18He's down by the tannery!
0:42:23 > 0:42:26GASPING AND GRUNTING
0:42:33 > 0:42:35Oh! Aah!
0:42:46 > 0:42:48HE SCREAMS
0:42:56 > 0:42:58HE GROANS
0:43:01 > 0:43:04Aah! Aah! Aah!
0:43:06 > 0:43:08HE PANTS MR SELF GROANS
0:43:09 > 0:43:12Shit.
0:43:12 > 0:43:14DOOR BANGS
0:43:16 > 0:43:19HE GROANS
0:43:22 > 0:43:24HE CHOKES
0:43:26 > 0:43:28Go.
0:43:28 > 0:43:31- CHOKING:- The documents.
0:43:31 > 0:43:34- Give them to Fred. - You will not die. You will not die.
0:43:34 > 0:43:37Now! Fred!
0:43:37 > 0:43:39Go! Now.
0:43:39 > 0:43:41I won't leave you.
0:43:41 > 0:43:43I want...
0:43:43 > 0:43:44I want...
0:43:45 > 0:43:48..a hammock made of silk
0:43:48 > 0:43:50in warm sun.
0:43:50 > 0:43:53- SOBBING:- I want you to stay with me.
0:43:53 > 0:43:54Please...
0:44:00 > 0:44:02RUNNING STEPS
0:44:06 > 0:44:08HE SOBS
0:44:12 > 0:44:14I, James Self...
0:44:16 > 0:44:17..hereby confess to the murders
0:44:17 > 0:44:23of Otto Roberts, Solomon Quint and Vincent Featherwell.
0:44:24 > 0:44:26I killed them
0:44:26 > 0:44:28of my own full accord
0:44:28 > 0:44:31for reasons
0:44:31 > 0:44:33spiteful and indecent.
0:44:33 > 0:44:36Bull! You killed on orders.
0:44:37 > 0:44:41You wish to avoid the noose, you will give me a name.
0:44:42 > 0:44:45I killed them of my own full accord...
0:44:46 > 0:44:50..for reasons spiteful and indecent.
0:44:50 > 0:44:53You are no less a messenger boy than Roberts and Featherwell.
0:44:53 > 0:44:57And did they ever question those by whom they were sent,
0:44:57 > 0:45:00or seek to comprehend the message they delivered?
0:45:00 > 0:45:02For whom do you kill?
0:45:02 > 0:45:04Franklin Stone?
0:45:04 > 0:45:06Why lay down your life?
0:45:06 > 0:45:11Do you see, I am all that stands between you and the rope? Tell me!
0:45:11 > 0:45:16On my death, all I have, plus a settlement of insurance,
0:45:16 > 0:45:18will be directed to my boy.
0:45:20 > 0:45:22Do you understand, law man?
0:45:22 > 0:45:25The one goodness I may achieve in this wretched life
0:45:25 > 0:45:27will be the timely leaving of it.
0:45:31 > 0:45:33Bring me your rope.
0:45:42 > 0:45:44- How is he? - How would you be?
0:45:51 > 0:45:52David.
0:45:54 > 0:45:58David, the man who killed Vincent and Otto and Mr Quint,
0:45:58 > 0:46:00he will not talk to me,
0:46:00 > 0:46:03and so I need you to tell me all that you can.
0:46:07 > 0:46:08We needed money.
0:46:10 > 0:46:11We serviced men.
0:46:11 > 0:46:15Sometimes, if there was an opportunity, we'd filch something,
0:46:15 > 0:46:18a pocketbook, a briefcase,
0:46:18 > 0:46:20then ransom it back.
0:46:20 > 0:46:23The money was nothing to them...
0:46:24 > 0:46:26..next to the world knowing them for who they were.
0:46:26 > 0:46:28And you took Mr Quint's folio?
0:46:31 > 0:46:34- SOBS:- But Vincent knew this was different.
0:46:35 > 0:46:37Mr Quint's work was...
0:46:38 > 0:46:40Vincent said it would make England shake.
0:46:40 > 0:46:44- The Argentine was crumbling and... - What about the Argentine?
0:46:44 > 0:46:46I don't know.
0:46:46 > 0:46:50He just said it wouldn't hold, that Mr Quint saw a storm coming.
0:46:50 > 0:46:52- That's a goddamn lie. - Jackson, Jackson.
0:46:53 > 0:46:56- SOBS:- We just wanted to be free! - David.
0:46:56 > 0:46:59David, where is Mr Quint's work?
0:46:59 > 0:47:01HE SOBS
0:47:01 > 0:47:02Where?
0:47:14 > 0:47:16What is it, Reid? Is it about the Argentine?
0:47:16 > 0:47:19The country's in debt. Vast debt.
0:47:19 > 0:47:22They borrowed to cover themselves, underwritten by the House of Barings.
0:47:22 > 0:47:24Argentina has run out of gold. They can't pay.
0:47:24 > 0:47:26Quint saw how deeply Barings was exposed.
0:47:26 > 0:47:28What the hell are you saying?
0:47:28 > 0:47:30It's Quint's storm. It's a massive default.
0:47:30 > 0:47:31All investment in that country is about to become worthless.
0:47:31 > 0:47:35That's...that...that's horse shit. There's silver and there¹s copper in...
0:47:35 > 0:47:38The country's bankrupt, man. Look, it's all here in black and white. Look.
0:47:40 > 0:47:43What, you have interests there? Since when?
0:47:46 > 0:47:49Stone was allowing the bubble to inflate. He was fuelling it.
0:47:49 > 0:47:50Why, sir?
0:47:50 > 0:47:55Ever more investment, ever more for the bank. Quint kept their correspondence.
0:47:56 > 0:48:01Sir, all of this, it's as crooked as fish hooks
0:48:01 > 0:48:04but how does it give us proof of murder?
0:48:06 > 0:48:07This!
0:48:08 > 0:48:12This is what you have been hunting and killed for.
0:48:12 > 0:48:14You know as well as I, you have no proof of any crime at my hand.
0:48:14 > 0:48:16James Self will break.
0:48:16 > 0:48:18I know not a fellow by that name...
0:48:21 > 0:48:23..and the only thing you can prove
0:48:23 > 0:48:25is I acted in the best interests of my bank and its investors.
0:48:25 > 0:48:28By lying to them?
0:48:28 > 0:48:30By burying this?
0:48:30 > 0:48:33How could you believe you'd avert disaster by denying it was happening?
0:48:33 > 0:48:36STONE: Not denying. Delaying.
0:48:36 > 0:48:39An hour ago, I concluded the last of my meetings with Lord Rothschild
0:48:39 > 0:48:41and the Governor of the Bank of England.
0:48:41 > 0:48:43They have agreed a loan sufficient to cover the debts of this House.
0:48:43 > 0:48:48Had they not done so, had news of our exposure in Argentina become known...
0:48:56 > 0:48:58Do you not comprehend the nexus, sir?
0:48:58 > 0:49:00The connections inexorable of this age?
0:49:00 > 0:49:04Do you imagine the telegram wires encircling our globe
0:49:04 > 0:49:07are like angels' harp strings thrumming gently?
0:49:07 > 0:49:08They are a garrotte, sir.
0:49:08 > 0:49:12They necessitate unorthodox stratagems for survival.
0:49:12 > 0:49:14Had news broken earlier, Barings would have been ruined.
0:49:17 > 0:49:18Bank runs would have spread like the plague.
0:49:18 > 0:49:24The economic heartbeat of our city... country, Empire, convulsing.
0:49:27 > 0:49:30Would you have the whole world wear the rags of Whitechapel?
0:49:34 > 0:49:35I saved this bank.
0:49:35 > 0:49:38And what of your investors beyond this bank,
0:49:38 > 0:49:40blindly stacking their livelihoods upon your pyre?
0:49:40 > 0:49:42You sound like Sol Quint,
0:49:42 > 0:49:45and my obligations are not to them, but to this House.
0:49:46 > 0:49:50Then let the world see how this House does business.
0:49:52 > 0:49:54Your naivety demeans you.
0:49:58 > 0:50:03Those whose fortunes I have saved are free to think ill of me,
0:50:03 > 0:50:05to shun me at the club...
0:50:06 > 0:50:08..to divest themselves of their sullied funds...
0:50:10 > 0:50:16..in tender compassion give every squalid pound to their stricken fellow men.
0:50:18 > 0:50:21Do you imagine they will? No.
0:50:21 > 0:50:25Because love and justice are not the primal forces of our world, sir.
0:50:28 > 0:50:31Gold is the primal force of our world.
0:50:31 > 0:50:35You believe, as Sol did, in right and wrong, but there is only...
0:50:36 > 0:50:38..profit and loss.
0:50:40 > 0:50:42You believe in laws...
0:50:44 > 0:50:46..but there are only ledgers.
0:50:47 > 0:50:50Would that it were otherwise, Inspector Reid.
0:50:50 > 0:50:51Would that it were.
0:50:52 > 0:50:56Would that my friend worked down the hallway still,
0:50:56 > 0:50:59free to take lunch with me every Friday...
0:51:02 > 0:51:04..as was our wont.
0:51:07 > 0:51:10- We all have our obligations. - Yes, Mr Stone.
0:51:11 > 0:51:12That we do.
0:51:19 > 0:51:21DOOR OPENS
0:51:22 > 0:51:24DOOR SHUTS
0:51:25 > 0:51:29It is a meagre justice gets meted today.
0:51:30 > 0:51:33But if the world may not know Franklin Stone for a murderer,
0:51:33 > 0:51:36let them know him for a merchant of fraud and greed.
0:51:38 > 0:51:42I'll serve up that bastard's head, stuffed with an apple.
0:51:45 > 0:51:47This will take you as far as the station.
0:51:47 > 0:51:49From there your path is your own.
0:51:51 > 0:51:53Vincent and I were in love.
0:51:53 > 0:51:57There is no path without him worth treading.
0:51:57 > 0:52:00Yet tread on we must, one step at a time.
0:52:02 > 0:52:03Good luck, David.
0:52:11 > 0:52:16SUSAN: You took my money and gambled it on an empty hole in Argentina.
0:52:16 > 0:52:17Get it back.
0:52:18 > 0:52:19- JACKSON:- I tried.
0:52:19 > 0:52:23I talked to Charlie. Uh...yeah, he's in deep too.
0:52:26 > 0:52:30We can't get it back. Nobody can. It's, er...
0:52:31 > 0:52:33..it's gone.
0:52:33 > 0:52:34It's gone?
0:52:38 > 0:52:41Jesus, Caitlin. Scream at me. Scratch my eyes out.
0:52:43 > 0:52:44Throw something.
0:52:45 > 0:52:49I'll never give you a scrap of feeling ever again.
0:52:49 > 0:52:51I was just trying to get us out.
0:52:52 > 0:52:53You get out.
0:52:56 > 0:52:57Did you hear me?
0:52:57 > 0:53:01Put down my whisky and get out.
0:53:01 > 0:53:03I'm gonna think of something, OK? I swear...
0:53:03 > 0:53:07From this moment, I don't care what you think or swear or do.
0:53:07 > 0:53:08You betrayed me.
0:53:08 > 0:53:13Do you have any idea what you've done? You betrayed me.
0:53:13 > 0:53:17You took our money, which I made, and you threw it away.
0:53:22 > 0:53:24You were right about one thing.
0:53:25 > 0:53:26You aren't a man.
0:53:29 > 0:53:30Get out.
0:53:49 > 0:53:51CARRIAGE PASSING OUTSIDE
0:54:23 > 0:54:25KNOCKS
0:54:27 > 0:54:30Miss Cobden, I hope you'll excuse the hour.
0:54:31 > 0:54:33It is excused, Inspector.
0:54:36 > 0:54:41You see, I, er...I have of late had cause for...reflection.
0:54:41 > 0:54:43Would you care to sit,
0:54:43 > 0:54:47or would you prefer to share the results of your ruminations from the threshold?
0:54:53 > 0:54:58It is a rare thing to find a friend in this world, a...a true friend.
0:54:59 > 0:55:03Rarer still one that might... become more.
0:55:08 > 0:55:11There are some that do and risk all for it...
0:55:13 > 0:55:15..and, even though the world and all its might
0:55:15 > 0:55:18might seek to snuff out their...love...
0:55:18 > 0:55:21they burn with it, fierce and bright, like the sun.
0:55:21 > 0:55:24The love that I have known,
0:55:24 > 0:55:27the strength needed of me was not there.
0:55:29 > 0:55:31I failed, er...
0:55:35 > 0:55:37..I failed my wife, Miss Cobden.
0:55:38 > 0:55:41I would not have that pain visited upon you.
0:55:42 > 0:55:46You said the past was naught but black magnetism.
0:55:46 > 0:55:48If I allowed, you would help me resist it.
0:55:48 > 0:55:50I have...
0:55:51 > 0:55:53..had enough of the darkness...
0:55:55 > 0:55:58..if you would help me know the sun.
0:56:01 > 0:56:02Well, Edmund...
0:56:04 > 0:56:07..I do hope you're not going to launch into sonnets
0:56:07 > 0:56:10every time you wish to take me for dinner and a dance.
0:56:15 > 0:56:18I should find all the swooning quite tiresome.
0:56:31 > 0:56:34I will not be your mistress. I will not stand
0:56:34 > 0:56:38for shady encounters and stolen assignations.
0:56:38 > 0:56:41- I, er...I cannot divorce... - Nor do I ask that.
0:56:44 > 0:56:47But if we are to burn fierce as the sun...
0:56:48 > 0:56:51..then I should have us share our light with the world entire.
0:57:03 > 0:57:04Shall we?
0:57:10 > 0:57:13SWITCHBLADE CLICKS
0:57:14 > 0:57:16SWITCHBLADE CLICKS
0:57:27 > 0:57:28Name me a price, boy.
0:57:28 > 0:57:30It's named.
0:57:30 > 0:57:33HE CHOKES
0:57:40 > 0:57:42HE GROANS
0:57:47 > 0:57:49STONE GASPS AND MOANS
0:57:54 > 0:57:57A bed for the night, Maggie, that's all.
0:57:57 > 0:57:58Each soul here, when first they came,
0:57:58 > 0:58:00had reason never to trust again.
0:58:02 > 0:58:05It's the bloody Jews! Hang the noose around the lot of the kike bastards!
0:58:05 > 0:58:08- REID:- Whoever seeks to set Jew against Gentile would do the same for the Irish.
0:58:08 > 0:58:10- Your love for him is not real, Bella. - It is.
0:58:10 > 0:58:11No, it is not.
0:58:11 > 0:58:13Who are you?
0:58:13 > 0:58:15Will you have at me with your billy club?
0:58:15 > 0:58:18Bennet, no! Leave him be. I'll explain.
0:58:18 > 0:58:19I saw her, Bennet, with a man.