0:00:02 > 0:00:04This programme contains some violent scenes
0:00:04 > 0:00:07and some scenes which some viewers may find upsetting from the start
0:00:07 > 0:00:10That is Samuel Drummond. His friends call him Drum.
0:00:10 > 0:00:13And that is Francis Thatcher. Which do you consider the more handsome?
0:00:13 > 0:00:14Drum. Yes.
0:00:14 > 0:00:19# Tell me, where did you sleep last night? #
0:00:19 > 0:00:20This is the only peace he's known.
0:00:20 > 0:00:23I don't think Mr Drake would care for that very much.
0:00:26 > 0:00:28DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE
0:00:48 > 0:00:50BELL CHIMES
0:01:02 > 0:01:04HOOVES CLATTER
0:01:10 > 0:01:12HORSE WHINNIES
0:01:28 > 0:01:30SHE BREATHES HEAVILY
0:01:42 > 0:01:44DOOR OPENS
0:02:01 > 0:02:02CLANKING
0:02:12 > 0:02:14DOOR OPENS
0:02:14 > 0:02:15CREAKING
0:02:16 > 0:02:17DOOR CLOSES
0:02:17 > 0:02:20FOOTSTEPS
0:02:27 > 0:02:28SHE SIGHS WITH RELIEF
0:02:36 > 0:02:38ANIMAL SCREECHES IN DISTANCE
0:02:54 > 0:02:56DOOR CLANKS OPEN
0:03:02 > 0:03:03SHE SCREAMS
0:03:36 > 0:03:38Mathilda, you'll be late.
0:03:38 > 0:03:42Tild... Wait. Have you been sat here this whole night?
0:03:42 > 0:03:45What is this robs you of your rest? Vampires?
0:03:45 > 0:03:47Really? Go. Ready yourself.
0:03:53 > 0:03:55When the Count comes to London,
0:03:55 > 0:03:59he makes his lair in Whitechapel... like you.
0:04:01 > 0:04:03DOOR OPENS AND SHUTS
0:04:05 > 0:04:07CONNOR CRIES It's just a bad dream.
0:04:08 > 0:04:10What was that song, my love?
0:04:10 > 0:04:11Hm?
0:04:11 > 0:04:14That soothed him before.
0:04:14 > 0:04:17You know, the one about the little girl. You were teaching me.
0:04:17 > 0:04:18CLEARING HER THROAT: Um...
0:04:18 > 0:04:20It's all right. It's all right.
0:04:20 > 0:04:22Um...
0:04:22 > 0:04:27# Little girl, little girl
0:04:27 > 0:04:29# Don't lie
0:04:29 > 0:04:32# To me
0:04:32 > 0:04:36# Tell me, where did you sleep
0:04:36 > 0:04:39# Last night? #
0:04:39 > 0:04:42What sort of song is that for a child?
0:04:42 > 0:04:44It works, though, don't it?
0:04:47 > 0:04:49ROSE HUMS TUNE
0:04:53 > 0:04:55BOTH HUM
0:04:56 > 0:05:02# Tell me, where did you sleep
0:05:02 > 0:05:04# Last night? #
0:05:06 > 0:05:10SHOUTS IN DISTANCE
0:05:40 > 0:05:41Croker!
0:05:44 > 0:05:46Huh?
0:05:46 > 0:05:48She's gone. What, are you simple?
0:05:48 > 0:05:52You didn't keep lookout, you goddamn imbecile!
0:05:52 > 0:05:56Careful now, Captain. Your lady is no rash girlie.
0:05:56 > 0:05:59I doubt she now rows a skiff to Dunkirk. She will not be far.
0:06:01 > 0:06:02You best hope he's right.
0:06:21 > 0:06:24Jesus Christ, Caitlin. Have you lost your mind?
0:06:25 > 0:06:28I awoke. I reached for my son.
0:06:29 > 0:06:30And my son was not there.
0:06:32 > 0:06:36He is safe and he is cared for, and he will be yours again.
0:06:36 > 0:06:39Just time, darling.
0:06:39 > 0:06:40The burden of it is all.
0:06:47 > 0:06:50Oh, Inspector Drake, Inspector Reid.
0:06:50 > 0:06:52It is the new cold stores, sir. It's this way.
0:06:52 > 0:06:56They may keep meat for six months before it spoils.
0:06:56 > 0:07:00Six months? Who wants mutton that's half a year old?
0:07:03 > 0:07:05DOOR CLANGS OPEN
0:07:10 > 0:07:11God's teeth.
0:07:30 > 0:07:32Jackson. Jackson.
0:07:34 > 0:07:38Oh, the American, sir? Yeah, I've... I've banged that drum, Mr Drake.
0:07:38 > 0:07:41Ordered that, the, uh, carbon lights be brought an' all, sir.
0:07:43 > 0:07:44The man learns.
0:07:47 > 0:07:50The hanging man's wrists are bound.
0:07:55 > 0:07:59And someone else restrained here, therefore.
0:07:59 > 0:08:01Here's their spray. A lot of it, too.
0:08:05 > 0:08:06Mr Thatcher! Yeah?
0:08:08 > 0:08:13Whoever sat here was either spirited away or left on their own engine.
0:08:13 > 0:08:16If the latter, having lost this weight of blood,
0:08:16 > 0:08:18they will not have gone far.
0:08:18 > 0:08:20I'll have the men pick the market clean, sir.
0:08:20 > 0:08:22You do that, Sergeant. Yeah.
0:08:26 > 0:08:28SWITCH CLICKS, FAINT BUZZING
0:08:30 > 0:08:32SWITCHES CLICK
0:08:34 > 0:08:37Skin penetrated at the jugular...
0:08:38 > 0:08:41..at the radial beneath the bicep.
0:08:41 > 0:08:43This? It's another lancing.
0:08:43 > 0:08:46Older, however, less precise instrument.
0:08:46 > 0:08:48And this is what killed him? The blood-letting?
0:08:48 > 0:08:50No, ligature marks.
0:08:50 > 0:08:53Then he was strangled, killed.
0:08:53 > 0:08:56And only then is his blood let.
0:08:56 > 0:08:58To what end, however?
0:08:58 > 0:08:59The blood is the end.
0:09:01 > 0:09:04This poor bastard's cadaver's been exsanguinated.
0:09:04 > 0:09:07Every last droplet siphoned out.
0:09:07 > 0:09:09Why, do you suppose?
0:09:09 > 0:09:12The other party...bound to that chair...
0:09:12 > 0:09:14she's found, sirs.
0:09:15 > 0:09:18Get more. Get everything.
0:09:23 > 0:09:25Another puncture wound.
0:09:25 > 0:09:28Same method.
0:09:28 > 0:09:30But no ligature marks, however.
0:09:34 > 0:09:37She was alive while they tried to siphon blood from her.
0:09:37 > 0:09:39But escaped.
0:09:39 > 0:09:40She held her neck.
0:09:40 > 0:09:44She hoped to staunch the blood flow even as she ran for her life.
0:09:47 > 0:09:51Tonsillar pillar... inner mucous membrane undamaged.
0:09:51 > 0:09:55No haemorrhaging of the capillaries.
0:10:08 > 0:10:10Third and fourth.
0:10:10 > 0:10:11Oh, shit.
0:10:12 > 0:10:15What's up? What more? What do you think this is?
0:10:15 > 0:10:17A crystal ball?
0:10:18 > 0:10:20Did you find the other? Young woman,
0:10:20 > 0:10:23puncture wound here. No strangulation, however.
0:10:23 > 0:10:27Well, have Thatcher bring 'em home. I need my knives.
0:10:30 > 0:10:31Where do you go?
0:10:34 > 0:10:35About my work, Drake.
0:10:46 > 0:10:48FAINT SHOUTS
0:10:52 > 0:10:55The haematoma about the man's neck is from a rope.
0:10:55 > 0:10:57The insides of his cheeks are unbitten.
0:10:57 > 0:10:59There are no burst capillaries in his eyes.
0:10:59 > 0:11:00Therefore, he's not strangled.
0:11:00 > 0:11:04His neck is fractured clean at the third and fourth cervical vertebrae,
0:11:04 > 0:11:05and he's at least 120 pounds.
0:11:05 > 0:11:07Do you see where I'm going yet, Doctor?
0:11:09 > 0:11:11Now, such a break on the neck of a man of such weight,
0:11:11 > 0:11:15that's a drop of around, what? Seven feet, at least.
0:11:15 > 0:11:17Professional work.
0:11:18 > 0:11:20The kind of work that puts me in mind of you, Probyn.
0:11:20 > 0:11:25Standing over your hangman's recent execution, pronouncing 'em dead.
0:11:25 > 0:11:30Ah, that's, er, impressive police work, Captain.
0:11:30 > 0:11:31Yet no policeman you.
0:11:32 > 0:11:36I wonder, have you shared your expert imaginings with your friends
0:11:36 > 0:11:39on Leman Street? No?
0:11:39 > 0:11:41I wonder why that might be...
0:11:41 > 0:11:45if not because you fear what I might choose to tell them.
0:11:47 > 0:11:51Do you not recall my promise to you or is that you doubt my sincerity?
0:11:52 > 0:11:56Now, will you assist in my inquiry or won't you?
0:11:56 > 0:12:00Which recently hanged cadavers have you seen diverted from burial pits
0:12:00 > 0:12:02no longer than two days past?
0:12:03 > 0:12:05HE COCKS GUN
0:12:05 > 0:12:08Two details. His name
0:12:08 > 0:12:10and where you sent him.
0:12:16 > 0:12:19Meet Percival Monks.
0:12:19 > 0:12:22He staved his mother-in-law's head in with a fire iron.
0:12:22 > 0:12:24Got the rope for his troubles.
0:12:24 > 0:12:26Newgate hanged him yesterday,
0:12:26 > 0:12:28sent his body to the London Hospital for evisceration.
0:12:30 > 0:12:32How have you done this, Jackson?
0:12:32 > 0:12:32How have you done this, Jackson?
0:12:32 > 0:12:35Just merely read the signs, Inspector.
0:12:39 > 0:12:43Now, are we moving on, or do you wish me to showboat further?
0:12:43 > 0:12:45Oh, no. Please, move on.
0:12:47 > 0:12:49Right, see...
0:12:51 > 0:12:54Er, scorbutic tongue.
0:12:54 > 0:12:57Teeth as loose as the keys in a saloon piano.
0:12:57 > 0:12:59Drake?
0:12:59 > 0:13:01Scurvy.
0:13:01 > 0:13:04Privation suffered on a migrant's passage, perhaps.
0:13:11 > 0:13:12Polish.
0:13:12 > 0:13:14Prayer card.
0:13:14 > 0:13:17It's Mark 3:11.
0:13:17 > 0:13:19Curious it is in English.
0:13:21 > 0:13:23St Mark what?
0:13:23 > 0:13:243:11.
0:13:28 > 0:13:30There we are.
0:13:30 > 0:13:34"And unclean spirits, when they saw him, fell down before him."
0:13:37 > 0:13:38There's more here, however.
0:13:39 > 0:13:42You see here? This is indigo staining in here.
0:13:42 > 0:13:45That's the model scarring of seamstress needles.
0:13:45 > 0:13:48She's been sweated. That'd be my assumption.
0:13:48 > 0:13:51Polish Catholics are only recently so visible in the city there.
0:13:51 > 0:13:54And the numbers are not so swollen that finding one such
0:13:54 > 0:13:57from a Whitechapel sweatshop should be beyond us.
0:13:57 > 0:13:59Might you say what made an end of her, Jackson?
0:13:59 > 0:14:02I'm at a loss, Drake. Genuinely.
0:14:04 > 0:14:06It's not the blood-letting that done for her, then?
0:14:06 > 0:14:09No, not at all. Point in fact, she ain't been bled at all.
0:14:11 > 0:14:13Can you account for the blood that covered her?
0:14:13 > 0:14:15I cannot.
0:14:15 > 0:14:16The sole wound on her
0:14:16 > 0:14:19is the exact same puncturing of the neck with the same instrument,
0:14:19 > 0:14:22but it's not been used to drain her. On the contrary, she's, er...
0:14:23 > 0:14:25...well, replete.
0:14:26 > 0:14:29As we discussed, perhaps it is not the end
0:14:29 > 0:14:32that is germane. It is not the end, but the means.
0:14:32 > 0:14:34This is a clean wound, is it not?
0:14:34 > 0:14:39There's nothing savage. It is precise, one might even say skilled.
0:14:39 > 0:14:41And whether it is drained or not,
0:14:41 > 0:14:44it is the blood that is of chief interest here.
0:14:44 > 0:14:46Why preserve a dead thing?
0:14:50 > 0:14:53What is it that happens to blood when it decays, Captain? It clots,
0:14:53 > 0:14:56does it not? Unless you keep it cold, Reid.
0:14:58 > 0:15:01Puncture wounds administered with skill and with clean instruments...
0:15:01 > 0:15:04an act carried out in the full knowledge
0:15:04 > 0:15:06of a clinical need for refrigeration.
0:15:06 > 0:15:08Such as the cold store at the meat market.
0:15:11 > 0:15:15This man, this executed cadaver,
0:15:15 > 0:15:18a recent property, we are told, of the London Hospital.
0:15:18 > 0:15:21It is a medical stripe of man we search for. Mr Reid...
0:15:21 > 0:15:23I do not forget what the place once meant to you.
0:15:23 > 0:15:25Would you take a turn around the London this afternoon?
0:15:25 > 0:15:27See how it is they misplaced this corpse.
0:15:27 > 0:15:28I shall, Inspector.
0:15:28 > 0:15:31I shall pay a visit to our Polish community.
0:15:31 > 0:15:32Sergeant Thatcher.
0:15:34 > 0:15:37Yes. You and I are out to kick some rocks over.
0:15:41 > 0:15:43She's a Polish woman, 20 years old.
0:15:43 > 0:15:45WOMEN WHISPER
0:15:45 > 0:15:47Have a look at her photograph here.
0:15:47 > 0:15:49She is dead.
0:15:49 > 0:15:51See?
0:15:51 > 0:15:53Murdered not half a mile from here.
0:15:53 > 0:15:56Does she not have one friend who would speak for her?
0:15:56 > 0:15:59WOMAN COUGHS Will you not look, miss?
0:15:59 > 0:16:02SHE SPEAKS POLISH
0:16:05 > 0:16:07I'm sorry, miss. I don't speak Polish.
0:16:18 > 0:16:19WOMAN COUGHS
0:16:23 > 0:16:25Why will you not look, miss?
0:16:25 > 0:16:28Please, sir. You need to talk with the foreman.
0:16:28 > 0:16:29Pardon me, miss.
0:16:31 > 0:16:35This wound needs attention. Will you let us see to it?
0:16:35 > 0:16:38No. I have made no request for your help.
0:16:38 > 0:16:40Now, please, the foreman will return. I must work.
0:16:45 > 0:16:48To hell with your wretched foreman, miss. You're coming with us.
0:16:48 > 0:16:50SHE SHOUTS IN POLISH Come on!
0:16:50 > 0:16:52Calm down!
0:17:00 > 0:17:01Agnieszka.
0:17:03 > 0:17:04This was her name.
0:17:07 > 0:17:09A friend?
0:17:11 > 0:17:13Our mothers were.
0:17:15 > 0:17:18She was given an address where to find me. I...
0:17:20 > 0:17:22I helped her find work.
0:17:29 > 0:17:31Pardon me, miss. And she left not word
0:17:31 > 0:17:33of where she was going?
0:17:33 > 0:17:35She just vanished, you say?
0:17:35 > 0:17:36If she had left word...
0:17:38 > 0:17:41..it would not have been a vanishing, would it?
0:17:45 > 0:17:47Now, please, I must leave
0:17:47 > 0:17:49or there will be no work when I return.
0:17:49 > 0:17:51I will starve...
0:17:51 > 0:17:53and that will be on your conscience, Inspector.
0:17:53 > 0:17:57Uh-uh-uh. No, miss. You will not talk to me of conscience.
0:17:58 > 0:18:01That girl down there looked to you for leading.
0:18:01 > 0:18:03Seems to me you led her nowhere but her death.
0:18:05 > 0:18:08Now, you wish to leave us, you will speak to me.
0:18:08 > 0:18:11Or I will arrest you, miss.
0:18:11 > 0:18:14Put you in a cell and forget for why.
0:18:18 > 0:18:22She said only that she had been asked to meet a man.
0:18:22 > 0:18:25A man who said that she had only to come with him...
0:18:26 > 0:18:29..and she would be paid 1,000 times over what she would make
0:18:29 > 0:18:30with a needle in her hand.
0:18:30 > 0:18:33She was to sell herself.
0:18:33 > 0:18:35Spread her legs for money, you mean?
0:18:37 > 0:18:39No, I did... I-I... I asked...
0:18:39 > 0:18:42But that was not it. She swore to me.
0:18:51 > 0:18:54It must be that she was robbed. Killed for the money she earned.
0:18:54 > 0:18:58No, miss. It wasn't a robbing of her that caused her death.
0:18:58 > 0:19:01There was a good deal too much trouble taken for that.
0:19:04 > 0:19:07Then if you, a policeman, do not know...
0:19:08 > 0:19:12..I cannot see how I, a seamstress, can help you.
0:19:12 > 0:19:17Now...may I return to see if I have been discharged from my work?
0:19:17 > 0:19:19See her returned.
0:19:20 > 0:19:21Yes, Inspector.
0:19:32 > 0:19:35The sight of blood frighten you, Drummond?
0:19:35 > 0:19:37Not in small amounts, Captain.
0:19:38 > 0:19:42Well, it frightens some, however.
0:19:44 > 0:19:48It's, er...instinctive phobia...
0:19:49 > 0:19:52..as inescapable a part of any man as...
0:19:53 > 0:19:56..well, his blood itself.
0:19:58 > 0:20:00You know where Wyoming is, Drummond?
0:20:02 > 0:20:04It's in America, I imagine.
0:20:04 > 0:20:06Take a prize.
0:20:07 > 0:20:09There's big mountains there...
0:20:10 > 0:20:12..and big, high mountain passes...
0:20:14 > 0:20:16..full of virgin snow.
0:20:16 > 0:20:17Now, I saw a man...
0:20:19 > 0:20:22..a friend of mine, as it goes.
0:20:22 > 0:20:25Comanche brave put a hunting knife through his guts
0:20:25 > 0:20:28before I could get a shot out.
0:20:29 > 0:20:31My friend died.
0:20:33 > 0:20:35And I'm a doctor, understand? So...
0:20:38 > 0:20:41Well, the...the impudence of it.
0:20:44 > 0:20:46All I could do was watch as blood...
0:20:46 > 0:20:49spread through the eyes.
0:20:50 > 0:20:53A white world...
0:20:53 > 0:20:54made red.
0:20:59 > 0:21:03Miss Mathilda! Your visits are a ray of sunshine.
0:21:03 > 0:21:05Here, come, sit. Join me.
0:21:07 > 0:21:11I am eager to know what latest there is concerning Samuel Drummond.
0:21:11 > 0:21:12Have you now spoken with him?
0:21:12 > 0:21:15I have, but he is, I believe, bashful.
0:21:15 > 0:21:20And timidity, so the world insists, is the preserve of our sex.
0:21:20 > 0:21:22You seek to draw him out, then?
0:21:23 > 0:21:26I seek to know him a little,
0:21:26 > 0:21:30what might make him sad or happy or excited or afraid.
0:21:30 > 0:21:33There are means by which you might discover such, Mathilda.
0:21:33 > 0:21:35It is no magic.
0:21:35 > 0:21:39Merely offer him the opportunity to know something of yours.
0:21:39 > 0:21:42Show him something about which you might own a passion.
0:21:42 > 0:21:45See if then he might share his thoughts on it with you.
0:21:45 > 0:21:47That is wise counsel. Thank you.
0:21:51 > 0:21:54There is no-one else with whom I might share such questions.
0:21:58 > 0:22:00Not your father?
0:22:00 > 0:22:02No.
0:22:06 > 0:22:08Do you travel somewhere, Miss Castello?
0:22:08 > 0:22:10Paris.
0:22:10 > 0:22:14It is no gentle tour, however, but work of a sort.
0:22:14 > 0:22:18A story hunted down.
0:22:18 > 0:22:20Is it related to that photograph you take with you?
0:22:20 > 0:22:23Of the man who was my father's friend?
0:22:23 > 0:22:25Who that?
0:22:25 > 0:22:29Mr Isaac Bloom, and the man, the rabbi, Ratovski, who all thought
0:22:29 > 0:22:31was killed by Isaac Bloom.
0:22:31 > 0:22:33He lived in Paris, did he not?
0:22:33 > 0:22:37And how would you know such things, Mathilda Reid?
0:22:40 > 0:22:42My father keeps some of his work at home.
0:22:43 > 0:22:46On occasion, I'm interested to read it.
0:22:47 > 0:22:49Mathilda...
0:22:49 > 0:22:52there are few women who will tell you this.
0:22:52 > 0:22:55But one of the greatest qualities we might own...
0:22:55 > 0:22:57is that of disobedience.
0:23:09 > 0:23:12The moniker "Elephant Man" was, of course,
0:23:12 > 0:23:15a showman's adjectival indulgence.
0:23:17 > 0:23:20Joseph looked no more like an elephant than I do.
0:23:20 > 0:23:22LAUGHTER
0:23:24 > 0:23:26We are keen, as a race...
0:23:28 > 0:23:32..to throw back, to attribute animal, primal qualities
0:23:32 > 0:23:34to that which we do not understand.
0:23:34 > 0:23:37Here, deformity.
0:23:39 > 0:23:42Elsewhere, perhaps, foreignness.
0:23:43 > 0:23:47We can describe such conditions to ourselves
0:23:47 > 0:23:49only in terms that are animalistic.
0:23:51 > 0:23:53Important, then, to think
0:23:53 > 0:23:57not on what separated Mr Merrick from we, his brother men...
0:23:59 > 0:24:01..but rather what joined him to us.
0:24:04 > 0:24:06Thank you.
0:24:06 > 0:24:08CHATTER
0:24:20 > 0:24:22Mr Reid.
0:24:22 > 0:24:24DOOR CLOSES
0:24:24 > 0:24:26Mr Treves, hello.
0:24:28 > 0:24:29Inspector no more, as I heard it?
0:24:29 > 0:24:31Inspector yet again, I'm afraid.
0:24:31 > 0:24:33Afraid, sir?
0:24:33 > 0:24:34Turn of phrase.
0:24:34 > 0:24:36Hm.
0:24:38 > 0:24:41He was consenting of these - Mr Merrick?
0:24:41 > 0:24:42He was.
0:24:47 > 0:24:48His abnormalities sketched
0:24:48 > 0:24:51to aid the study of our similarities.
0:24:51 > 0:24:53Mr Reid, forgive me.
0:24:53 > 0:24:56Do you come seven years since your last visit
0:24:56 > 0:24:57to question my science?
0:24:57 > 0:24:59I do not, Mr Treves.
0:25:01 > 0:25:03But the dissections carried out here, there are indeed
0:25:03 > 0:25:07certain questions that I seek answers for.
0:25:08 > 0:25:11The cadavers that are sent to you from Newgate...
0:25:11 > 0:25:13A valuable resource, certainly.
0:25:13 > 0:25:15You have records from them? Of course.
0:25:20 > 0:25:21My thanks, Martins.
0:25:22 > 0:25:24Yesterday, you say?
0:25:24 > 0:25:26Yes. The name, Monks, as I have it.
0:25:28 > 0:25:31No. As you see, no such name.
0:25:36 > 0:25:38No, indeed. A wasted visit, then.
0:25:38 > 0:25:41Oh, never that, Mr Reid.
0:25:41 > 0:25:44Mr Treves, tell me, the cadaver whose origin I seek,
0:25:44 > 0:25:46we have him currently.
0:25:46 > 0:25:49He was found perhaps one day after his Newgate execution.
0:25:49 > 0:25:52His neck punctured,
0:25:52 > 0:25:53his body inverted
0:25:53 > 0:25:56and it entirely exsanguinated.
0:25:58 > 0:26:02At the fringes of medical practice, to take blood and then preserve it,
0:26:02 > 0:26:04what purpose can you imagine for such an action?
0:26:06 > 0:26:08Knowledge.
0:26:08 > 0:26:09To know.
0:26:11 > 0:26:16Blood is life. How might that life be taken, preserved...
0:26:17 > 0:26:19..handed on?
0:26:22 > 0:26:24Mr Treves.
0:26:30 > 0:26:33I always recommend a smoke when you're two pints down.
0:26:33 > 0:26:35Never known a head rush like it.
0:26:36 > 0:26:39Ah, Inspectors.
0:26:39 > 0:26:42You've come for some answers, and now I have a few.
0:26:42 > 0:26:44Your, er... Your lady there...
0:26:46 > 0:26:47Her name was Agnieszka.
0:26:47 > 0:26:49Ah. Well, now I know her name...
0:26:50 > 0:26:52..and what killed her.
0:26:53 > 0:26:54And so?
0:26:54 > 0:26:56It was organ collapse.
0:26:56 > 0:26:59Almost total internal collapse,
0:26:59 > 0:27:02heart, kidneys, bladder, liver,
0:27:02 > 0:27:06and the cause of that failure was a corruption in her blood.
0:27:08 > 0:27:09Come see.
0:27:09 > 0:27:13Now, you know what haemoglobin is, Reid, I assume that?
0:27:13 > 0:27:15It is the compound which carries oxygen
0:27:15 > 0:27:18through the blood to the organs. Ever eager student, this one.
0:27:18 > 0:27:20Now, this is Agnieszka's blood. Take a look.
0:27:30 > 0:27:32Her blood ain't carrying nothing nowhere.
0:27:32 > 0:27:34That's the organ failure? Now...
0:27:37 > 0:27:39Have you bled the whole division?
0:27:39 > 0:27:41Save you two, almost.
0:27:41 > 0:27:43Now I take two different samples.
0:27:52 > 0:27:54Reid, make a comparison.
0:27:59 > 0:28:01It is clotting. Mm-hm.
0:28:01 > 0:28:04The men's blood meet and corrupt.
0:28:06 > 0:28:10We say then that the blood that covered her as she ran...
0:28:10 > 0:28:11it was not hers.
0:28:11 > 0:28:15But his...piped from him into her through the puncture in her neck.
0:28:15 > 0:28:19Only she feels her body rebel, the panic of it, and runs.
0:28:19 > 0:28:21But why? Why do this?
0:28:21 > 0:28:23The care taken, it cannot be for cruelty,
0:28:23 > 0:28:26for death alone. Even a vampire inflicts death so that he may live.
0:28:26 > 0:28:31But what if two men's blood does not always corrupt?
0:28:31 > 0:28:34Now, what if my blood is somehow different from yours
0:28:34 > 0:28:35but akin to Drake's?
0:28:35 > 0:28:37As if I don't have troubles enough. Thatcher here,
0:28:37 > 0:28:40for example. Now, I mixed his blood with,
0:28:40 > 0:28:43er, your hanging man there, Monks.
0:28:43 > 0:28:44Take a look.
0:28:48 > 0:28:50It prospers.
0:28:54 > 0:28:55Thatcher.
0:28:55 > 0:28:57Thatcher, you...
0:28:57 > 0:28:59You are a match for him.
0:29:01 > 0:29:03So together they make life.
0:29:03 > 0:29:08This...earlier lancing you identified, Captain.
0:29:08 > 0:29:10The puncture wound infected.
0:29:10 > 0:29:13Could this be the means by which a...a sampling took place?
0:29:13 > 0:29:15The preselecting of a correlating blood match.
0:29:15 > 0:29:18Inspector Drake, the, er...
0:29:18 > 0:29:21the wound I bound on the girl, Magdalena, it's the same infection.
0:29:21 > 0:29:23Do we...? Do we say, perhaps, that Magdalena was the match?
0:29:27 > 0:29:30And not Agnieszka...
0:29:32 > 0:29:34..who has no such infected wounds.
0:29:38 > 0:29:40Did she go in Magdalena's stead therefore?
0:29:40 > 0:29:42Her blood, no match. It corrupted
0:29:42 > 0:29:44and her death brought down.
0:29:47 > 0:29:49And this man, Monks, here,
0:29:49 > 0:29:52his sampling could only have happened before his execution
0:29:52 > 0:29:54for the blood to be alive.
0:30:01 > 0:30:04Mr Drummond, run a records search.
0:30:04 > 0:30:06Magdalena Dobrowski,
0:30:06 > 0:30:0723.
0:30:07 > 0:30:11I expect you'll find she spent some time behind the walls of Newgate.
0:30:12 > 0:30:14It is curious, this, Captain.
0:30:15 > 0:30:19But Mr Treves's records show no transfer of this man's cadaver
0:30:19 > 0:30:22from Newgate to the London. Oh.
0:30:24 > 0:30:27We must assume your source corrupted, also.
0:30:28 > 0:30:30PHONE RINGS
0:30:31 > 0:30:32Drummond!
0:30:35 > 0:30:37Yes. Thank you.
0:30:37 > 0:30:38Four months for the theft of bread.
0:30:38 > 0:30:41You find that girl. You bring her back.
0:30:41 > 0:30:44I imagine we are to Newgate, Inspector.
0:30:44 > 0:30:45Quite so, Mr Reid.
0:30:45 > 0:30:47Oh, and Jackson, best you come, too.
0:30:47 > 0:30:50Introduce us to that source of yours.
0:30:58 > 0:31:01You lied to me, Probyn.
0:31:02 > 0:31:06Who did you pass Percival Monks' cadaver to, sir?
0:31:06 > 0:31:08Er, the disposal of prison remains
0:31:08 > 0:31:12is very far from my responsibility, Inspector.
0:31:12 > 0:31:14The London Hospital is where such cadavers are,
0:31:14 > 0:31:17under normal circumstances, sent.
0:31:17 > 0:31:20If one has gone astray, then it has not done so from within my remit.
0:31:20 > 0:31:23Where is it you keep your needles, Doctor?
0:31:25 > 0:31:27You have the key about you?
0:31:42 > 0:31:43CLUNKING
0:31:51 > 0:31:53Instrument's much used, sir.
0:31:54 > 0:31:55Blunted, in fact.
0:31:56 > 0:31:59I am provided with but a modest stipend, Mr Reid.
0:31:59 > 0:32:00I'm sure.
0:32:02 > 0:32:06Mr Monks had a needle fester wound on his arm, you know, here,
0:32:06 > 0:32:07in the crook of his elbow.
0:32:07 > 0:32:11A Polish woman, Magdalena Dobrowski, likewise, Doctor.
0:32:14 > 0:32:17So, to what end such needling, Doctor? I, er...
0:32:17 > 0:32:20In... In an enclosed environment, er, such as this,
0:32:20 > 0:32:23outbreaks of...of disease are all too common.
0:32:23 > 0:32:27My... My duty would be neglected if I did not attempt
0:32:27 > 0:32:30to contain them by inoculation.
0:32:32 > 0:32:34And this?
0:32:34 > 0:32:35If you please.
0:32:37 > 0:32:41No, sir. No, I... I will not be so suspected.
0:32:41 > 0:32:44I am a doctor. My entire life given
0:32:44 > 0:32:48to the care of...of these incarcerate wrecks and villains.
0:32:48 > 0:32:50I... I will have some respect, damn it!
0:32:52 > 0:32:54Oops.
0:33:03 > 0:33:04DOOR BURSTS OPEN
0:33:04 > 0:33:06Magdalena!
0:33:06 > 0:33:07Magdalena?
0:33:09 > 0:33:11SHE SPEAKS POLISH
0:33:13 > 0:33:16Magdalena! Where is she? Where is she?!
0:33:18 > 0:33:22As I heard it, Frank, you were asked to return in company, not alone.
0:33:22 > 0:33:25Drum...do you wish me to take that reading machine of yours
0:33:25 > 0:33:26and bury it in your head?
0:33:26 > 0:33:28Not overly, Sergeant.
0:33:28 > 0:33:31Then stop being a lobcock and tell me where they put Probyn.
0:33:35 > 0:33:37WIND WHISTLES
0:33:58 > 0:34:00Hello?
0:34:00 > 0:34:02Please, I have come as asked.
0:34:11 > 0:34:13HE YELLS
0:34:13 > 0:34:14HE MOANS
0:34:15 > 0:34:18Where? Where?
0:34:18 > 0:34:20You tell me where she is.
0:34:20 > 0:34:22DOOR OPENS Huh?
0:34:24 > 0:34:26Explain yourself, son! She's gone, sir.
0:34:26 > 0:34:29Who has? Magdalena is gone.
0:34:31 > 0:34:33Get out!
0:34:38 > 0:34:41Captain Jackson to attend an injury in the cells immediately.
0:34:44 > 0:34:48Who do you think I am? Some drunken navvy?
0:34:48 > 0:34:50TEARFULLY: I am not.
0:34:52 > 0:34:55I'll have your warrant cards for this.
0:34:55 > 0:34:58What if I took blood from our inmates?
0:34:58 > 0:35:01Is there a law that says I cannot?
0:35:01 > 0:35:02No.
0:35:02 > 0:35:04I am a public servant.
0:35:04 > 0:35:08No, sir. You are an accessory to murder.
0:35:14 > 0:35:18You have no option but to release me, and you know it.
0:35:23 > 0:35:26Well, let me, er, patch you up, at least, before you go, huh?
0:35:30 > 0:35:32HE BREATHES HEAVILY
0:35:45 > 0:35:48GROANING: No.
0:35:48 > 0:35:51Er, they do not improve your health, I believe.
0:35:51 > 0:35:53Shit, Probyn.
0:35:53 > 0:35:55What does?
0:35:58 > 0:35:59PROBYN GROANS
0:35:59 > 0:36:02Ah, it's superficial. You'll live.
0:36:02 > 0:36:04PROBYN GROANS
0:36:11 > 0:36:14CLATTERING
0:36:15 > 0:36:18Agh! No.
0:36:18 > 0:36:20You do her the honour of looking at her.
0:36:37 > 0:36:41I thought you were a doctor, Probyn. Such sights were humdrum.
0:36:44 > 0:36:48Then why the discomfort unless you, er...
0:36:48 > 0:36:50you feel some responsibility for her?
0:37:00 > 0:37:01HE YELLS
0:37:01 > 0:37:04Shit, sorry. It's rubbing alcohol. My mistake.
0:37:04 > 0:37:06Still, there are worse mistakes to suffer, wouldn't you say?
0:37:06 > 0:37:09By way of example, a transfusion experiment on a girl
0:37:09 > 0:37:11with the wrong blood?! Now...you...
0:37:11 > 0:37:13matched Magdalena and Monks.
0:37:15 > 0:37:18I did. At whose instruction?
0:37:18 > 0:37:19A name.
0:37:19 > 0:37:22He was French, I believe.
0:37:22 > 0:37:23He did not give it.
0:37:23 > 0:37:25Well, what did he give you?
0:37:25 > 0:37:28Money...and a promise of more.
0:37:32 > 0:37:35Now, we know how motivated you are by that currency, don't we?
0:37:35 > 0:37:39It was for the saving of a child.
0:37:39 > 0:37:40His child.
0:37:41 > 0:37:44And he was a doctor, correct? I mean, he would have had to have been
0:37:44 > 0:37:47to attempt such a thing with a need to employ another such as yourself, Probyn.
0:37:47 > 0:37:51Did he...? Did he say he'd been struck off, or...?
0:37:51 > 0:37:55Er, no. Er, but I...I imagine it so.
0:37:59 > 0:38:02You know, Probyn, I think me and you may yet escape
0:38:02 > 0:38:05this particular pickle in one piece.
0:38:07 > 0:38:09I never had a daughter, you know.
0:38:11 > 0:38:14I should have liked one, however.
0:38:14 > 0:38:16What benefit do you imagine she might have carried?
0:38:16 > 0:38:21Well...no ship's head was ever made from the figure of a man.
0:38:24 > 0:38:25THEY CHUCKLE
0:38:27 > 0:38:32She would have been pleasing to have about the place is all.
0:38:32 > 0:38:34Kind words, a pot of coffee.
0:38:34 > 0:38:36Sons do not offer such?
0:38:36 > 0:38:37They do not.
0:38:37 > 0:38:39They're altogether more bother.
0:38:43 > 0:38:45Huh. The man Nathaniel...
0:38:47 > 0:38:48..he's yours?
0:38:48 > 0:38:50My responsibility, I feel, if not my blood.
0:38:53 > 0:38:55You?
0:38:55 > 0:38:56You have a child?
0:38:59 > 0:39:03I do not believe you would allow me to rest here ignorant of who I am.
0:39:03 > 0:39:04ABEL CHUCKLES
0:39:04 > 0:39:06Or my monstrous crimes.
0:39:06 > 0:39:09Certainly that is true.
0:39:13 > 0:39:14They do not trouble you?
0:39:16 > 0:39:19The crimes? Should they?
0:39:23 > 0:39:24There is, er...
0:39:27 > 0:39:28...one blacker.
0:39:29 > 0:39:31It felt blacker, I mean...
0:39:32 > 0:39:34..in my heart.
0:39:37 > 0:39:39Oh, believe me, child,
0:39:39 > 0:39:43many's the fellow to have lost his life on my account.
0:39:49 > 0:39:50You be calm on this score.
0:39:52 > 0:39:55Mine is not a place of judgment or justice.
0:39:57 > 0:40:00I leave such refined notions to others.
0:40:05 > 0:40:07Scotland Yard, British Medical Association,
0:40:07 > 0:40:09the French Confederation, Gendarmerie Nationale.
0:40:09 > 0:40:12All that have been barred in the last three years, say.
0:40:12 > 0:40:14Suggestion for the cause of such barring
0:40:14 > 0:40:16is illegal transfusion of bloods.
0:40:16 > 0:40:20Yes, Mr Reid. "Do no harm."
0:40:20 > 0:40:23It's the first and most abiding maxim by which you practise by.
0:40:23 > 0:40:26And yet you have done plenty, Captain. I've seen it.
0:40:26 > 0:40:28Only when sorely pressed and never to a soul
0:40:28 > 0:40:30that didn't have it coming.
0:40:30 > 0:40:32You had a moral imperative.
0:40:32 > 0:40:35You want to call it that, I did.
0:40:35 > 0:40:37This man, likewise.
0:40:37 > 0:40:39A child. His child.
0:40:39 > 0:40:42No sin too great to save her, I imagine.
0:40:42 > 0:40:45Perhaps you know how he feels, Reid.
0:40:51 > 0:40:54Drum, I'm sure I saw a bottle back here somewhere.
0:41:23 > 0:41:26You hope to get a little reading, are you, Sergeant? Er, no.
0:41:26 > 0:41:30Ah, I mean, well, yes, at a...quiet moment.
0:41:30 > 0:41:32Dracula.
0:41:32 > 0:41:36The evil Transylvanian count.
0:41:36 > 0:41:40Because all foreigners are dangerous predators
0:41:40 > 0:41:43set on the parasitic cannibalism of our young women.
0:41:49 > 0:41:52I shall see this returned, then, shall I, Sergeant?
0:41:53 > 0:41:55Yes, I would...um...er...
0:41:57 > 0:42:00A kind thought, Inspector.
0:42:00 > 0:42:01TAPPING AND BUZZING
0:42:01 > 0:42:05Is that...? It is, sir. French police.
0:42:05 > 0:42:08There is a pursued felon, sir, thus the urgency of their response.
0:42:08 > 0:42:10And his crime? "His wife..."
0:42:10 > 0:42:12TAPPING
0:42:12 > 0:42:14"...found bled out...in their Paris home
0:42:14 > 0:42:17"and neither he nor their daughter seen since."
0:42:17 > 0:42:20And his name, Drummond.
0:42:20 > 0:42:23"Blanchard...Tristan.
0:42:23 > 0:42:24"48." His wife?
0:42:24 > 0:42:27Why would he perform the same experiment on his wife?
0:42:27 > 0:42:30Perhaps she was sick, also. With the same disease.
0:42:30 > 0:42:33An inherited disease of the blood. Haemophilia.
0:42:33 > 0:42:35That... That can be bad, but it can be managed with skill and care.
0:42:35 > 0:42:37Worse, then. Rarer. Incurable, even.
0:42:39 > 0:42:40Porphyria.
0:42:42 > 0:42:45It's a discolouration of the teeth, anaemia, photosensitivity...
0:42:46 > 0:42:48..breakdown of the bones.
0:42:49 > 0:42:51One might consider it a moral imperative
0:42:51 > 0:42:53to seek to spare a child from such suffering.
0:42:54 > 0:42:56Thatcher!
0:42:56 > 0:42:58How's your French, Sergeant?
0:42:58 > 0:43:00Er, worse than my Polish, sir.
0:43:00 > 0:43:01Then simply shout louder.
0:43:01 > 0:43:03Get a hansom to Albert Gate. French Embassy. Wake them.
0:43:03 > 0:43:05Do not leave until they have provided you
0:43:05 > 0:43:07with full photographic details of this man.
0:43:07 > 0:43:08IN FRENCH ACCENT: Blanchard.
0:43:19 > 0:43:20FRENCH ACCENT: Miss Dobrowski.
0:43:22 > 0:43:26I'm relieved to finally meet you in person.
0:43:29 > 0:43:31I did not mean to deceive you, sir.
0:43:32 > 0:43:37Before, I mean. When you sent another in your name...
0:43:37 > 0:43:40hm? She who is now gone.
0:43:42 > 0:43:45I made a sacrifice for a greater need.
0:43:45 > 0:43:47The only mercy is that it was a final trial.
0:43:47 > 0:43:49Else you would now also have the sacrifice
0:43:49 > 0:43:53of my daughter's life on your conscience.
0:44:00 > 0:44:02Your life transformed, hm?
0:44:02 > 0:44:07In return for the transformation of my Camille.
0:44:19 > 0:44:22DRUMMOND: They moaned a good deal, sir.
0:44:22 > 0:44:23This is because they are French.
0:44:25 > 0:44:28But as Mr Reid suggested, I shouted,
0:44:28 > 0:44:31and they soon packed up their moaning.
0:44:31 > 0:44:33That is also down to their being French.
0:44:33 > 0:44:34May I, Inspector?
0:44:40 > 0:44:42This man.
0:44:42 > 0:44:44I have met this man.
0:44:48 > 0:44:51It begins now, my Camille. Hm?
0:45:01 > 0:45:03You'll need a few. With me.
0:45:03 > 0:45:05With me.
0:45:12 > 0:45:14(Hey, stop!)
0:45:14 > 0:45:16We can't just go in there thundering
0:45:16 > 0:45:18with our irons out. You tell us why not.
0:45:18 > 0:45:19What he does in there is delicate.
0:45:19 > 0:45:22We jump him, it goes badly, she starts to bleed out,
0:45:22 > 0:45:24then won't stop. Understand?
0:45:25 > 0:45:28Let me talk to him, Drake.
0:45:28 > 0:45:29Surgeon to surgeon.
0:45:30 > 0:45:32Go.
0:45:40 > 0:45:41DOOR CREAKS
0:45:43 > 0:45:45Has she lost consciousness yet?
0:45:46 > 0:45:49Who are you? Hm?
0:45:49 > 0:45:51Huh, what do you want?
0:45:52 > 0:45:55Has the board of this fine hospital approved the carrying out
0:45:55 > 0:45:58of discredited medicine by fugitive outlaws?
0:45:59 > 0:46:02So you are police?
0:46:02 > 0:46:04Just another physician...
0:46:07 > 0:46:09..of sorts.
0:46:10 > 0:46:12I performed the autopsy on the other girl,
0:46:12 > 0:46:17saw what catastrophe this science caused to her organs.
0:46:17 > 0:46:18SHE MUMBLES
0:46:18 > 0:46:20It's OK, darling.
0:46:20 > 0:46:23SHE MUMBLES Shh, shh, shh. It's OK.
0:46:23 > 0:46:26Well, then you know, huh? Death was a result of, er...
0:46:28 > 0:46:30..an opportunistic falsehood.
0:46:30 > 0:46:32This girl will come to no harm.
0:46:32 > 0:46:35You take all of her blood, sir, she's going to die.
0:46:35 > 0:46:38Now, I expect you didn't tell her that when you struck this deal.
0:46:43 > 0:46:45Who is this man, Father?
0:46:45 > 0:46:48No, no, no, no. Be still, my Camille. Be still, now.
0:46:48 > 0:46:49Huh, you trust in me?
0:46:51 > 0:46:52Yes.
0:46:52 > 0:46:54Then rest.
0:46:56 > 0:46:59Close your eyes. You can't save her.
0:46:59 > 0:47:00You can't.
0:47:00 > 0:47:03Even if this transfusion is completed,
0:47:03 > 0:47:06the symptoms will only regress for a while.
0:47:06 > 0:47:10Whatever it is, there's no way yet on earth found to alter those cards.
0:47:11 > 0:47:15No! You...step back!
0:47:16 > 0:47:18BLANCHARD: What do you know?
0:47:18 > 0:47:21You judge me, but any father would do the same.
0:47:22 > 0:47:25This is my life's work.
0:47:25 > 0:47:27She will recover. She will transform.
0:47:27 > 0:47:29She will live.
0:47:29 > 0:47:31Gentle sir, I beg you.
0:47:31 > 0:47:33Do not do this.
0:47:43 > 0:47:46BLANCHARD: As you wish, sir.
0:48:04 > 0:48:05Reid, Drake! Get in here!
0:48:06 > 0:48:08Get after him.
0:48:10 > 0:48:13Thatcher, you're with me.
0:48:13 > 0:48:15I need your help, man.
0:48:15 > 0:48:17There's too much blood.
0:48:17 > 0:48:18There's too much goddamn blood.
0:48:18 > 0:48:21We're going to have to try a vessel ligation. Hand me those forceps.
0:48:26 > 0:48:29For Christ's sakes, man. Right there. Forceps!
0:48:30 > 0:48:32Got it.
0:48:32 > 0:48:36If I can clamp the vessel, that might buy us enough time.
0:48:36 > 0:48:38Come on, Magdalena.
0:48:42 > 0:48:43CRASHING
0:48:45 > 0:48:46Stay back!
0:48:50 > 0:48:53How can I let her suffer?
0:48:53 > 0:48:55Without me, what hope does she have?
0:48:55 > 0:48:58There is always hope, sir.
0:49:06 > 0:49:07No.
0:49:07 > 0:49:10In heaven, she will know the love of her mother.
0:49:10 > 0:49:14Such love, sir. All that you are...
0:49:14 > 0:49:15put to the protecting of her.
0:49:17 > 0:49:19I do not believe you will now do this thing.
0:49:28 > 0:49:29Goddammit!
0:49:32 > 0:49:34It's too late.
0:49:34 > 0:49:36Lost too much. We lost her, Thatcher.
0:49:39 > 0:49:42No, no! No. Look...
0:49:42 > 0:49:43Captain, take mine.
0:49:43 > 0:49:47Remember? It... If I was... If I was a match for the hanging man,
0:49:47 > 0:49:49I'm also a match for her, am I not?
0:49:51 > 0:49:52Thatcher, you son of a bitch.
0:49:52 > 0:49:54Yeah.
0:49:56 > 0:49:59Hold tight, girl. Frankie Thatcher's coming for you.
0:50:21 > 0:50:23SOBBING: My Camille.
0:50:25 > 0:50:27I have killed you.
0:50:30 > 0:50:32HE SOBS
0:50:51 > 0:50:53JACKSON: # Little girl, little girl
0:50:53 > 0:50:56# Don't you lie to me
0:50:57 > 0:51:01# Tell me, where did you sleep last night?
0:51:02 > 0:51:06# In the pines, in the pines
0:51:06 > 0:51:09# In the cold lonesome pines
0:51:11 > 0:51:15# Will you shiver when the cold wind blows?
0:51:16 > 0:51:19# Little girl, little girl
0:51:19 > 0:51:22# Don't you lie to me
0:51:22 > 0:51:26# Tell me, where did you sleep last night? #
0:51:28 > 0:51:32It is a song, Bennet. Only a song.
0:51:32 > 0:51:35And you launch such conclusions at me.
0:51:35 > 0:51:38No, Rose. You think you can hide such a truth from me. You cannot!
0:51:44 > 0:51:45How often?
0:51:45 > 0:51:48And do not think to lie to me again.
0:51:50 > 0:51:51Once a week.
0:51:51 > 0:51:53Oh, Jesus. In the month since.
0:51:53 > 0:51:55But it was not planned, Bennet.
0:51:55 > 0:51:59He found me all frantic with the strain of it,
0:51:59 > 0:52:02helped us, brought us home, and...
0:52:02 > 0:52:04And Connor, he...
0:52:04 > 0:52:05He calmed with him.
0:52:05 > 0:52:07CONNOR WHIMPERS
0:52:07 > 0:52:08And I could not deny him that.
0:52:08 > 0:52:09And does the boy...?
0:52:11 > 0:52:15Does Connor know him? I mean, know who he is?
0:52:18 > 0:52:20You are the only father he has ever known.
0:52:22 > 0:52:24The only father he will ever know.
0:52:26 > 0:52:29CONNOR WHIMPERS
0:52:29 > 0:52:31No, no. I'll see to him.
0:52:35 > 0:52:36It's all right, lad.
0:52:38 > 0:52:40I'm here now.
0:52:42 > 0:52:44It's all right, boysie.
0:53:10 > 0:53:12Is it that you do not like him?
0:53:12 > 0:53:15I barely know him. That is my point. Neither do you.
0:53:18 > 0:53:19And yet I like him.
0:53:19 > 0:53:21That... That is a guess, Mathilda.
0:53:25 > 0:53:27And so instead you would prefer
0:53:27 > 0:53:30I created experiments to test what matter
0:53:30 > 0:53:32he is made of? I might, yes.
0:53:33 > 0:53:37But do you not see that this is that experiment?
0:53:41 > 0:53:43He appreciates it or he does not appreciate it.
0:53:43 > 0:53:45These things are guides for you?
0:53:46 > 0:53:48Well, is that not fair?
0:53:48 > 0:53:50Fair? I'm not sure, Mathilda.
0:53:53 > 0:53:56When these human transactions were writ,
0:53:56 > 0:53:58fairness was not much of a consideration.
0:54:08 > 0:54:10You make your test, Mathilda.
0:54:10 > 0:54:14But be sure to let me know if he passes or not.
0:54:59 > 0:55:02PROBYN: I, er, served for a time in Alexandria.
0:55:02 > 0:55:05Ah, and grew fond of the blend there?
0:55:05 > 0:55:09Quite so. I was not, er, misinformed, then?
0:55:09 > 0:55:14You do have access to the Egyptian brand of tobacco I favour?
0:55:14 > 0:55:17It has taken me an age to hunt down a supplier.
0:55:17 > 0:55:21CHUCKLING: Well, you may rest gentle, sir.
0:55:21 > 0:55:23That hunt is now behind you.
0:55:23 > 0:55:24Ah.
0:55:24 > 0:55:25Mr...
0:55:25 > 0:55:27His name's Probyn.
0:55:33 > 0:55:36Not a tobacconist, then?
0:55:36 > 0:55:38No.
0:55:38 > 0:55:41He is a doctor. The Newgate doctor.
0:55:43 > 0:55:46I am relieved of my duties now, however.
0:55:46 > 0:55:48How have you found me?
0:55:48 > 0:55:49How?
0:55:49 > 0:55:51I am shocked you asked.
0:55:52 > 0:55:56That husband of yours stalking back into my life with his threats.
0:55:56 > 0:56:01It is his colleague has me reported and deprived of my work.
0:56:01 > 0:56:02?200.
0:56:03 > 0:56:08Otherwise, my own further harm, or know...your secret will be told
0:56:08 > 0:56:11and that wretch son of yours will never see
0:56:11 > 0:56:14your spiteful little face again.
0:56:14 > 0:56:17Abel, I think, on reflection, you should not.
0:56:17 > 0:56:22For why? Naught but a dome-headed sack of jelly, this one.
0:56:22 > 0:56:25No threat, certainly, and I cannot believe he will be missed.
0:56:27 > 0:56:30I shall tell you for why, Abel.
0:56:30 > 0:56:31METALLIC SWISH
0:56:36 > 0:56:39Between first and second rib, is it not?
0:56:42 > 0:56:44It is, my dear.
0:56:48 > 0:56:49Oh.
0:56:59 > 0:57:00HE GURGLES
0:57:04 > 0:57:05Nate...
0:57:05 > 0:57:07two ox and a tarpaulin, if you please.
0:57:08 > 0:57:10Speak to me of my son, would you?!
0:57:14 > 0:57:15Here.
0:57:15 > 0:57:17Here, yes, yes.
0:57:19 > 0:57:21Brandy.
0:57:24 > 0:57:26Here...
0:57:26 > 0:57:28Fit for a king...
0:57:28 > 0:57:32had the French not done away with such things as kings.
0:57:46 > 0:57:48What am I, Abel?
0:57:48 > 0:57:51Why, a princess.
0:57:54 > 0:57:56Ah...how now? SHE SOBS
0:57:56 > 0:58:00Why do you weep? Not for him, surely?
0:58:00 > 0:58:02No.
0:58:04 > 0:58:05The other.
0:58:06 > 0:58:08The dark secret I spoke of.
0:58:09 > 0:58:12Ah. The last definite death by my hand.
0:58:16 > 0:58:17And who he?
0:58:21 > 0:58:22My father.
0:58:24 > 0:58:27It was my father.
0:58:27 > 0:58:28I killed my father.
0:58:31 > 0:58:33SHE SOBS INTENSELY Ah...
0:58:38 > 0:58:41MAN: None of my boys at the ironworks is weak.
0:58:41 > 0:58:43They live, work, sport as men of iron.
0:58:43 > 0:58:47Charlie Tanner is dead. Beaten with a hammer.
0:58:47 > 0:58:49I have an obligation. Things will get better.
0:58:49 > 0:58:51Me and you, we've got to get out of here.
0:58:51 > 0:58:53You will hear me, Reid!
0:58:53 > 0:58:56We coppered good together. Maybe them days have passed.