0:00:03 > 0:00:06This programme contains some violent scenes from the start
0:00:06 > 0:00:10and some scenes which some viewers may find upsetting.
0:00:10 > 0:00:11Please, Connor. It's for the best.
0:00:11 > 0:00:13A song, Rose. He likes a song.
0:00:13 > 0:00:14HE SINGS
0:00:14 > 0:00:17ROSE: It is a song, Bennet.
0:00:17 > 0:00:20No, Rose. You think you can hide such a truth from me. You cannot!
0:00:20 > 0:00:23And the man, Bloom, that matter is shut.
0:00:26 > 0:00:27MAN BREATHES HEAVILY
0:00:27 > 0:00:28MAN GRUNTS, THUDS
0:00:28 > 0:00:32Thomas Gower, you will be taken to the gallows at Newgate.
0:00:32 > 0:00:34You get him away, far away.
0:00:34 > 0:00:37DRAKE: Oh, he can fight, make no mistake of that.
0:00:37 > 0:00:38THOMAS: You're saving me?
0:00:38 > 0:00:42Where you go to, all you've yet known will seem no more than a Sunday fair.
0:00:54 > 0:00:55MAN: Tanner!
0:01:22 > 0:01:23Yes! Yes!
0:01:24 > 0:01:26Work. Work with him!
0:01:31 > 0:01:32Tanner!
0:01:32 > 0:01:34Charlie, my boy, run!
0:01:37 > 0:01:38Tanner, cross it!
0:01:39 > 0:01:41I'm here! Tanner, now!
0:01:42 > 0:01:46Tanner!
0:01:50 > 0:01:51WHISTLE BLOWS
0:01:51 > 0:01:52CHEERING
0:01:59 > 0:02:01That was mine, you greedy wanker!
0:02:01 > 0:02:03Come on, Will.
0:02:03 > 0:02:04We got the goal, didn't we?
0:02:04 > 0:02:06You got it!
0:02:08 > 0:02:09SHOUTING
0:02:09 > 0:02:11WHISTLE BLOWS
0:02:56 > 0:02:59SHOUTS IN DISTANCE BELL RINGS
0:03:06 > 0:03:07Now...
0:03:09 > 0:03:11..I know it ain't mint juleps at the Savoy or...
0:03:11 > 0:03:14waltzing at the Holborn, but...
0:03:18 > 0:03:19..I figured it was the next best thing.
0:03:24 > 0:03:27BOAT CREAKS Oh!
0:03:27 > 0:03:28Maybe go easy on the waltzing.
0:03:30 > 0:03:31SHE SIGHS
0:03:35 > 0:03:37Thank you for this, Matthew.
0:03:38 > 0:03:40You know I can't abide a caged bird.
0:03:51 > 0:03:53Ain't it always been this, though?
0:03:53 > 0:03:55Life in the shadows...
0:03:56 > 0:04:00..world shaking its sweet glitter just out of reach.
0:04:03 > 0:04:05We've got to get out of here.
0:04:05 > 0:04:07I know.
0:04:15 > 0:04:16What, Matthew?
0:04:22 > 0:04:25You know that I'd throw the dice with you any day, Caitlin.
0:04:25 > 0:04:26You know that.
0:04:27 > 0:04:31Me and you, we run till the stars burn out.
0:04:31 > 0:04:35For better or worse, we chose this life.
0:04:39 > 0:04:41But the boy...
0:04:43 > 0:04:44..he didn't.
0:04:47 > 0:04:49This ain't the life I want for Connor.
0:04:49 > 0:04:53With Drake, the boy has a home.
0:04:53 > 0:04:55He's safe.
0:04:55 > 0:04:58He's loved. I love him.
0:04:59 > 0:05:03We will go to the ends of the earth, Matthew,
0:05:03 > 0:05:05so far that no-one will ever come looking.
0:05:08 > 0:05:11This isn't just you and me any more.
0:05:12 > 0:05:13We are a family...
0:05:15 > 0:05:16..and I will not leave without my son.
0:05:29 > 0:05:30What business, sirs?
0:05:33 > 0:05:37Are you foreman here? Felix Hackman. Who asks it?
0:05:41 > 0:05:42This way.
0:05:54 > 0:05:56Charlie Tanner - he worked for you?
0:05:56 > 0:05:58He does.
0:05:58 > 0:05:59Except he's late today.
0:05:59 > 0:06:02Mr Hackman, Charlie Tanner is dead.
0:06:05 > 0:06:06He's, er...
0:06:07 > 0:06:08Charlie?
0:06:08 > 0:06:12Found in his room...beaten with a hammer.
0:06:16 > 0:06:19He was well known to you? Well enough.
0:06:21 > 0:06:24Took on Charlie Tanner some ten years past.
0:06:24 > 0:06:27He was a muckscrap, a street runt, filching pockets
0:06:27 > 0:06:30and sucking gin like it was mother's milk.
0:06:30 > 0:06:32These ironworks forged a man of him.
0:06:32 > 0:06:37And do you often recruit such "muckscraps" to your foundry?
0:06:37 > 0:06:40We take in all sorts at the ironworks,
0:06:40 > 0:06:43give them purpose, discipline,
0:06:43 > 0:06:45teach them honest work and temperance.
0:06:45 > 0:06:48Temperance? Oh, I insist on it, sir.
0:06:48 > 0:06:51None of my boys is weak for grape nor grain.
0:06:51 > 0:06:53They live, work, sport as men of iron.
0:06:53 > 0:06:55You train the football team here?
0:06:55 > 0:06:57I do.
0:06:57 > 0:06:59I've seen your boys play.
0:06:59 > 0:07:01Reckon they might take the league this year.
0:07:01 > 0:07:02Yeah.
0:07:04 > 0:07:06St Sebastian?
0:07:06 > 0:07:09Patron saint of athletes.
0:07:09 > 0:07:12Didn't watch over Charlie, though, did he?
0:07:14 > 0:07:17Charlie Tanner was my best ironsmith and my best player.
0:07:17 > 0:07:19Would all these men speak so highly of him?
0:07:19 > 0:07:24Groups of young men are seldom without their grudges and rivalries, Mr Hackman.
0:07:24 > 0:07:27None of my boys would do in Charlie.
0:07:27 > 0:07:29He was their brother.
0:07:29 > 0:07:31He was a hero in this foundry.
0:07:31 > 0:07:33Even so, we will need to speak to them.
0:07:35 > 0:07:38You heard the Inspector.
0:07:38 > 0:07:42Any of you know aught that might help him? Them gasworks bastards.
0:07:42 > 0:07:43MURMURING: Yeah. That's right.
0:07:43 > 0:07:45What's that, lad?
0:07:47 > 0:07:50The gasworks, they've always hated us.
0:07:50 > 0:07:51MURMURING: Yeah, true.
0:07:51 > 0:07:53We beat them every time, then they try to batter us.
0:07:55 > 0:07:58Me and Charlie get it the worst for being the best.
0:07:58 > 0:08:02Wren's right. We played the Gasworks Athletic yesterday.
0:08:02 > 0:08:04There was a fracas.
0:08:04 > 0:08:06You'd do well to bang up all them animals.
0:08:06 > 0:08:09MURMURING: Right. All true.
0:08:09 > 0:08:11Back to work. Iron don't forge itself.
0:08:13 > 0:08:15Here, a register of names.
0:08:17 > 0:08:19And that lad who spoke up just now?
0:08:19 > 0:08:21Yeah, Wilbur Wren.
0:08:25 > 0:08:26Gower.
0:08:28 > 0:08:29Thomas Gower.
0:08:31 > 0:08:34Not an uncommon name, Thomas Gower.
0:08:35 > 0:08:38True enough. Why should the Gower we knew, who killed as a boy
0:08:38 > 0:08:41and only escaped the rope by our mercy, return to Whitechapel?
0:08:41 > 0:08:45Whitechapel has as a way of drawing back those who thought it left behind,
0:08:45 > 0:08:46does it not, Mr Reid?
0:08:54 > 0:08:55Thomas Gower?
0:08:59 > 0:09:00Sir!
0:09:02 > 0:09:04It is you.
0:09:04 > 0:09:06I wasn't sure you'd recall me.
0:09:06 > 0:09:07Oh, I recall you often,
0:09:07 > 0:09:11wondering if you'd thank me or curse me for putting you on that ship,
0:09:11 > 0:09:14whether the Army had made you or destroyed you.
0:09:15 > 0:09:17Lance Corporal Gower, Sergeant.
0:09:17 > 0:09:19British South Africa Company.
0:09:19 > 0:09:21We're a long way from South Africa.
0:09:21 > 0:09:24Honourable discharge.
0:09:24 > 0:09:26Even gave me a medal.
0:09:29 > 0:09:31What you done for me...
0:09:31 > 0:09:33both of you, sirs...
0:09:35 > 0:09:37..it changed me.
0:09:37 > 0:09:38Let us hope so.
0:09:40 > 0:09:41The man ain't the boy.
0:09:43 > 0:09:45You should be proud of yourself, lad.
0:09:49 > 0:09:52Was Charlie Tanner a friend of yours?
0:09:52 > 0:09:53Not so much.
0:09:53 > 0:09:56Football all stick with their own.
0:09:56 > 0:09:59He was decent, though, Charlie Tanner.
0:09:59 > 0:10:01I hope you do right by him.
0:10:03 > 0:10:05Now, I'm going to go out on a limb here
0:10:05 > 0:10:09and say Tanner was maybe killed by a hammer, you know,
0:10:09 > 0:10:12to the...head.
0:10:13 > 0:10:16Ah, some days, I can't believe they pay me for this!
0:10:16 > 0:10:18Thatcher, get to the gasworks.
0:10:18 > 0:10:22I want a list of names on the football team and everyone watching the match. Yes, sir.
0:10:22 > 0:10:26This hammered footballer, have you used your fingerprint method?
0:10:26 > 0:10:27Yeah, I'm getting to it.
0:10:31 > 0:10:32Better school up, Reid.
0:10:32 > 0:10:35There's always the chance I tell the head of division
0:10:35 > 0:10:38to shove his forensicating up his sanctimonious self-righteous ass.
0:10:39 > 0:10:42Jackson, we had an agreement.
0:10:42 > 0:10:44Sang a song to my boys, huh?
0:10:44 > 0:10:46At the insistence of your goddamn wife.
0:10:46 > 0:10:49I made it clear to you this discussion was concluded.
0:10:49 > 0:10:51SQUELCHING
0:10:53 > 0:10:55Don't worry, Benito.
0:10:55 > 0:10:57I ain't getting any ideas.
0:10:57 > 0:10:59You just do your job, man.
0:11:01 > 0:11:04I miss the days we used to push him around.
0:11:06 > 0:11:11He was in my house with the boy, and with my wife, unbeknownst to me,
0:11:11 > 0:11:14after he had made a vow to leave the little one be.
0:11:14 > 0:11:16I do not disagree that the American possesses
0:11:16 > 0:11:18an abundance of odious qualities.
0:11:18 > 0:11:22My concern is only that his skill should remain an instrument to us.
0:11:22 > 0:11:24Connor may be Jackson's flesh and blood,
0:11:24 > 0:11:25but he is now my responsibility.
0:11:25 > 0:11:28And I will not see the child confused and disturbed.
0:11:28 > 0:11:33As I said, Mr Drake, my concern is that antagonism between the two of you little serves our work here.
0:11:34 > 0:11:36Well, I thank you for your counsel
0:11:36 > 0:11:38on the running of both my police station and my family.
0:11:38 > 0:11:40PHONE RINGS
0:11:41 > 0:11:42Yes?
0:11:45 > 0:11:47That'll be all, Mr Reid.
0:11:47 > 0:11:49FAINT TRAIN WHISTLE
0:11:50 > 0:11:52Take a seat. Come.
0:12:01 > 0:12:06There's things you should hear, Sergeant, but I...
0:12:07 > 0:12:09I could not speak out at the factory.
0:12:09 > 0:12:11Well, you may speak in this room as you like, lad.
0:12:16 > 0:12:18Charlie and Wilbur Wren, see?
0:12:20 > 0:12:25Ah, they played on the team together, both strikers, but...
0:12:26 > 0:12:28..they was at each other always.
0:12:28 > 0:12:31And Wilbur hated being in Charlie's shadow.
0:12:32 > 0:12:36He's good, see, but Charlie was always better.
0:12:39 > 0:12:42And at the Gasworks game, it all went off.
0:12:42 > 0:12:43Wilbur went for Charlie like an animal.
0:12:44 > 0:12:46Now Charlie's gone,
0:12:46 > 0:12:49Wilbur ain't in his shadow no more.
0:12:49 > 0:12:51He'll be skipper of the Ironworks.
0:12:53 > 0:12:55Hackman spoke naught of this.
0:12:55 > 0:12:57All Hackman cares about is the team.
0:12:58 > 0:13:00He lives for it.
0:13:08 > 0:13:12Send a constable. I want Wilbur Wren brought in.
0:13:15 > 0:13:16Thomas, thank you.
0:13:20 > 0:13:23Wait, lad.
0:13:23 > 0:13:26Ah, my wife is cooking pie tonight.
0:13:26 > 0:13:27Pigeon.
0:13:27 > 0:13:32And, um, well, we've room at our table,
0:13:32 > 0:13:33if you're hungry.
0:13:36 > 0:13:37Thank you, Mr Drake.
0:13:44 > 0:13:47One, two, three,
0:13:47 > 0:13:48four.
0:14:17 > 0:14:21There's no mention of mulberry silk in your manifest, Abel.
0:14:21 > 0:14:24Well, some things do not need manifesting, old girl.
0:14:25 > 0:14:27Liberated, is it?
0:14:27 > 0:14:31From Her Majesty's Customs House to the House of Croker?
0:14:32 > 0:14:34Wish me to have a gown cut for you, do you?
0:14:34 > 0:14:36I might. HE CHUCKLES
0:14:36 > 0:14:39The Queen's duty must be paid on all imports, must it not?
0:14:39 > 0:14:41HE CLEARS HIS THROAT Quite so.
0:14:41 > 0:14:44What else languishes there, awaiting that tax to be paid?
0:14:44 > 0:14:46What else might be matched to my gown?
0:14:48 > 0:14:49Gloves?
0:14:49 > 0:14:51Shoes?
0:14:51 > 0:14:52Jewellery?
0:14:55 > 0:14:56Never you mind, my girl.
0:14:56 > 0:14:58Oh, come, Abel. It is only curiosity.
0:14:58 > 0:15:00No, princess.
0:15:00 > 0:15:02With you it is never only nothing.
0:15:02 > 0:15:05Put that cat's nose of yours away.
0:15:06 > 0:15:10Nate, see this is parked from prying eyes.
0:15:22 > 0:15:23WATER LAPS
0:15:36 > 0:15:40Thought I might join you a moment, watch the sun go down.
0:15:55 > 0:15:57Call it skimming, I believe.
0:15:59 > 0:16:00I shan't tell.
0:16:08 > 0:16:11Besides, I can't see him punishing you for it.
0:16:12 > 0:16:15He loves you altogether too much for that.
0:16:25 > 0:16:26Made me his own.
0:16:32 > 0:16:33There's nothing before him.
0:16:37 > 0:16:38Would have died without his care.
0:16:43 > 0:16:44That is love, Nathaniel.
0:16:49 > 0:16:51I would be dead without his care also.
0:16:52 > 0:16:55You pay him, however.
0:16:55 > 0:16:56You return that love.
0:16:58 > 0:17:03I have watched all you do for him. No son could ever do more.
0:17:04 > 0:17:07It is you gains access to the Customs House, is it not?
0:17:09 > 0:17:12That is some skill.
0:17:14 > 0:17:16I wonder...
0:17:16 > 0:17:17might you show me?
0:17:19 > 0:17:22Show me how you manage what no other can.
0:17:25 > 0:17:29Show me just how brave and quick-witted you are.
0:17:42 > 0:17:44Hundreds of miles we roamed.
0:17:44 > 0:17:46Hostile country, swamp, dune...
0:17:46 > 0:17:48but we reached Bulawayo, we did.
0:17:49 > 0:17:51Gunned the lot of them to the hills.
0:17:51 > 0:17:54Stamped on their mat bellies like rats.
0:17:56 > 0:17:57Queen and country.
0:17:59 > 0:18:00Thank you, Mrs Drake.
0:18:00 > 0:18:02I never did smell a pie so good.
0:18:03 > 0:18:06Thomas, would you care for some wine with your pie?
0:18:06 > 0:18:07Or a beer, perhaps?
0:18:07 > 0:18:09The lad's teetotal, Rose.
0:18:09 > 0:18:13All of us at the factory, Mrs Drake. Temperance or else.
0:18:13 > 0:18:15CONNOR CRIES
0:18:19 > 0:18:21How do you like the ironworks?
0:18:21 > 0:18:22I like it good enough, sir.
0:18:23 > 0:18:26But I want to learn a trade, see?
0:18:26 > 0:18:28Soldiering, it's, er...
0:18:28 > 0:18:30well, it's killing people.
0:18:30 > 0:18:31It ain't helping them.
0:18:31 > 0:18:34You helped them people under siege in Bulawayo.
0:18:34 > 0:18:35Only by killing.
0:18:37 > 0:18:39I, er...
0:18:39 > 0:18:40I want to be a...
0:18:40 > 0:18:42a useful man.
0:18:42 > 0:18:45I've been helping at the orphanage... Miss Deborah stays.
0:18:45 > 0:18:47Odd jobs and that.
0:18:47 > 0:18:50She must be very proud of you, Thomas. I hope.
0:18:50 > 0:18:52Miss Deborah's always been kind to me.
0:18:52 > 0:18:54She's closest to a ma I ever had.
0:18:54 > 0:18:56CONNOR CRIES
0:18:56 > 0:18:57Bennet.
0:18:57 > 0:18:59Leave the boy, Rose.
0:19:01 > 0:19:03Forging iron's honest work.
0:19:03 > 0:19:05What about policing, Thomas? Excuse me.
0:19:09 > 0:19:12You're a Whitechapel boy, same as me.
0:19:12 > 0:19:14Raised on these black streets
0:19:14 > 0:19:16and saved from them by the Army, same as me.
0:19:16 > 0:19:18Mr Drake, please, I'm not...
0:19:22 > 0:19:24I do not think I'm made for policing.
0:19:27 > 0:19:29You are made of stronger stuff than you know, Thomas Gower.
0:19:32 > 0:19:33You think on it.
0:19:40 > 0:19:42SHOUTING IN DISTANCE
0:19:51 > 0:19:53DOOR BURSTS OPEN
0:19:57 > 0:20:00Rise and shine, Wilbur Wren. I've been looking for you everywhere.
0:20:01 > 0:20:03I swear I paid for 'em this time.
0:20:11 > 0:20:15What chance of tincture for my head? It feels like a French toilet.
0:20:15 > 0:20:18No chance, boy. Not a ghost of one.
0:20:22 > 0:20:27Charlie Tanner was a sanctimonious prick with his nose right up Hackman's arse.
0:20:28 > 0:20:32I hated him. But I never killed him.
0:20:32 > 0:20:36You attacked him on the pitch, bust his nose, so I hear.
0:20:37 > 0:20:39Horseplay. Horseplay?
0:20:39 > 0:20:42And going to his place afterwards to finish the job with a hammer,
0:20:42 > 0:20:43that horseplay too, was it?
0:20:43 > 0:20:46Heck, no. I went to a gin shop.
0:20:46 > 0:20:49Then I went home, just me and the bottle.
0:20:49 > 0:20:51Bottle is a poor alibi.
0:20:51 > 0:20:53It's only on the bottle-hugger's word I'm here, ain't it?
0:20:55 > 0:20:58You think I don't know it was Gower what burgled to you?
0:20:58 > 0:21:00You said bottle-hugger.
0:21:01 > 0:21:04I might like a drop or two, but Gower...
0:21:04 > 0:21:06Gower's a royal-class, steam-powered pisshead.
0:21:06 > 0:21:09Thomas Gower is a decorated lance corporal, boy,
0:21:09 > 0:21:10and you'll show some respect.
0:21:10 > 0:21:14Never shuts his bloody gob about it either, what he done in the Army.
0:21:14 > 0:21:16Gower the hero?
0:21:16 > 0:21:17Who cares?
0:21:17 > 0:21:21He might be decorated... don't make him sober.
0:21:30 > 0:21:31Yeah, no dice.
0:21:33 > 0:21:35I'm not going to be able to get a clean print off that.
0:21:38 > 0:21:40I want Jackson to take a look at Tanner's room.
0:21:40 > 0:21:42My money says Wren was there.
0:21:43 > 0:21:47And what does your money say, Reid?
0:21:54 > 0:21:56You heard the man.
0:21:56 > 0:21:57Get to your work.
0:22:04 > 0:22:07Charlie Tanner was found here, huh?
0:22:08 > 0:22:10Your wizardry ever astounds(!)
0:22:11 > 0:22:15There's a doctor - Piotrowski. He's a Polack.
0:22:15 > 0:22:19He has a theory that you can analyse the pattern of a spatter,
0:22:19 > 0:22:20reconstruct the trauma.
0:22:24 > 0:22:25And does it work?
0:22:25 > 0:22:27Hard to say.
0:22:27 > 0:22:30His research was mostly beatin' rabbits to death and looking at the mess.
0:22:30 > 0:22:34Photographs here, here, here, and...
0:22:35 > 0:22:36..here.
0:22:36 > 0:22:38SNIFFS: Oof! What?
0:22:40 > 0:22:42Now, remember, Charlie Tanner wasn't a drinker.
0:22:42 > 0:22:45Liver I pulled out of him, pink as a baby's.
0:22:45 > 0:22:48On account of which, he had a house guest.
0:22:48 > 0:22:50Take a huff.
0:22:50 > 0:22:53Cheap gin and piss. Temperance my ass.
0:22:53 > 0:22:56Tanner weren't a drinker. Wilbur Wren was.
0:22:57 > 0:22:59Not only Wren.
0:22:59 > 0:23:02And it wasn't Wilbur Wren to whom Tanner would offer his bed.
0:23:02 > 0:23:05Mr Drake, you cannot overlook Thomas Gower's past.
0:23:05 > 0:23:08No man deserves to be judged on what he was.
0:23:08 > 0:23:10It is the one hope we have to make ourselves better.
0:23:10 > 0:23:13I only suggest that Thomas Gower may not have been as forthcoming as you suppose.
0:23:13 > 0:23:14Your suggestion is duly noted.
0:23:16 > 0:23:21Hey, Thatcher, once these two are done swinging their handbags, bring the camera.
0:23:22 > 0:23:23Whoa, wait, wait, wait.
0:23:42 > 0:23:46Is your boy Wren missing a shirt, or your boy Gower?
0:23:52 > 0:23:55This Miss Castello? Yes. Just in there. Thank you.
0:23:55 > 0:23:57FAINT LAUGHTER
0:23:57 > 0:24:00Really, it was as if he believes I might shatter into pieces
0:24:00 > 0:24:02by letting him take me in his arms.
0:24:02 > 0:24:05Your strong sergeant, he is altogether too well mannered.
0:24:05 > 0:24:08He considers such manners virtuous, I believe.
0:24:08 > 0:24:12Well, perhaps it is for you to take an axe to that virtue.
0:24:12 > 0:24:13KNOCK ON DOOR
0:24:13 > 0:24:16Deborah, good morning.
0:24:16 > 0:24:17Miss Reid, hello.
0:24:17 > 0:24:18Good morning, Miss Goren.
0:24:20 > 0:24:24I find myself somewhat adrift from own my family, Mathilda,
0:24:24 > 0:24:27and so dear Deborah adds me to the tally of those to whom she brings care.
0:24:27 > 0:24:29She does not eat. Someone must make her.
0:24:33 > 0:24:36Miss Rachel, I think I must be about my day.
0:24:36 > 0:24:38But again, I'm grateful for your counsel.
0:24:38 > 0:24:40You're entirely welcome, Mathilda.
0:24:50 > 0:24:52What, Deborah?
0:24:52 > 0:24:55She's 19 and lives alone with her father,
0:24:55 > 0:24:57and has met her first darling boy.
0:24:57 > 0:24:59A policeman also, if you believe that.
0:24:59 > 0:25:00I believe it.
0:25:00 > 0:25:03I believe you're also only too keen to win her friendship,
0:25:03 > 0:25:05given the identity of her father.
0:25:06 > 0:25:10Do you know Mr Reid still keeps a copy of the Ratovski case file in his home?
0:25:10 > 0:25:13It seems your Isaac Bloom still weighs heavy upon his conscience.
0:25:13 > 0:25:17And this you established through the manipulation of the daughter.
0:25:21 > 0:25:24I think you must leave Mathilda Reid be, Rachel.
0:25:24 > 0:25:27Deborah... You do not know the half of what she has suffered.
0:25:27 > 0:25:31If you want to be her friend, then you be her friend, but I will not see her used.
0:25:32 > 0:25:34Then I am sorry.
0:25:34 > 0:25:36Forgive me, Deborah.
0:25:36 > 0:25:38Forgive me.
0:25:38 > 0:25:40But I wonder, might you help me?
0:25:45 > 0:25:46They are from Paris.
0:25:47 > 0:25:49They are Ratovski's diaries.
0:26:04 > 0:26:07Wren says that the shirt ain't his.
0:26:07 > 0:26:08Ain't that a kick in the head!
0:26:16 > 0:26:20Drake still makes Wren for this, huh? He does.
0:26:21 > 0:26:22But you don't buy it.
0:26:23 > 0:26:26I know that look on you.
0:26:26 > 0:26:28STRIKES MATCH
0:26:28 > 0:26:31Perhaps your Piotrowski and his blood spatter patterning
0:26:31 > 0:26:33will settle it one way or another.
0:26:34 > 0:26:36Maybe.
0:26:38 > 0:26:41But I'm going to need me some rabbits.
0:26:48 > 0:26:49The ironworks.
0:27:03 > 0:27:05Mr Hackman.
0:27:05 > 0:27:06MEN SHOUT IN FOUNDRY
0:27:45 > 0:27:46Mr Hackman.
0:27:46 > 0:27:49Inspector, have you come to cart off more of my players?
0:27:49 > 0:27:52Eliot, trap it first!
0:27:52 > 0:27:53You spend every lunchtime thus?
0:27:53 > 0:27:56Most days. Good for the boys.
0:27:56 > 0:27:59Let off steam, oil the joints.
0:27:59 > 0:28:01Remember, the team achieves higher than the man.
0:28:01 > 0:28:06We used to be employed thus, at this factory. In a team, I mean.
0:28:06 > 0:28:09The division of labour left to our judgment,
0:28:09 > 0:28:11the spoils, ours to divide as we saw fit.
0:28:12 > 0:28:17Those days are gone. Trying to break the union are them bosses.
0:28:17 > 0:28:20Prise apart the worker from his fellows.
0:28:20 > 0:28:23But this, the football, they can't take that away from us.
0:28:24 > 0:28:26You diagram fastidiously, sir.
0:28:26 > 0:28:29Tactics, the inner workings of the game.
0:28:31 > 0:28:33My old man was a watchmaker.
0:28:33 > 0:28:37Every night, fingers at springs and cogs, assembling and correcting.
0:28:37 > 0:28:39But he tried to school me, did my pa.
0:28:39 > 0:28:41Taught me about Isaac Newton,
0:28:41 > 0:28:45who thought the universe entire one vast clockwork.
0:28:45 > 0:28:48And you find this sport, these men to be as cogs?
0:28:49 > 0:28:53I merely find they are the best of themselves at work harmonious.
0:28:53 > 0:28:57And Thomas Gower, how does he fit into such work harmonious?
0:28:57 > 0:28:58I don't see him here.
0:28:58 > 0:29:01Gower... Sacked him this morning.
0:29:01 > 0:29:03For?
0:29:03 > 0:29:04Turned up stinking of booze again.
0:29:04 > 0:29:08A man who can not control himself makes weak his every fellow.
0:29:08 > 0:29:11Gower chose the bottle over the hammer,
0:29:11 > 0:29:13forever bragging lies about his military record.
0:29:13 > 0:29:15Medals, my arse!
0:29:15 > 0:29:16WHISTLE BLOWS
0:29:16 > 0:29:18Right, right.
0:29:18 > 0:29:20Gather in.
0:29:24 > 0:29:27I need you to retrieve the military record of Thomas Gower.
0:29:27 > 0:29:30With the authority of Inspector Drake, sir?
0:29:30 > 0:29:32With my authority, Drummond.
0:29:32 > 0:29:35Um, forgive me, Inspector. I didn't mean disrespect.
0:29:35 > 0:29:38DRAKE: "She gave him a long drink of milk and some bread,
0:29:38 > 0:29:41"and then she laid her hand on his head and looked into his eyes,
0:29:41 > 0:29:46"for she thought perhaps that he might be her real son, come back from the jungle,
0:29:46 > 0:29:49"where the tiger had taken him."
0:29:49 > 0:29:50FOOTSTEPS OUTSIDE
0:29:53 > 0:29:55Mr Drake.
0:29:58 > 0:29:59You been drinking, lad?
0:30:03 > 0:30:05Come inside. Come on.
0:30:09 > 0:30:13It's not right, Bennet. Keep your voice down, girl.
0:30:13 > 0:30:15He stinks, like a brewer's floor.
0:30:15 > 0:30:17He is my guest.
0:30:17 > 0:30:19I don't want him near Connor.
0:30:19 > 0:30:23I'm trying to mother a child who will not have me.
0:30:23 > 0:30:27And you, his father, invites a known murderer into our home!
0:30:30 > 0:30:33I saved the boy from the rope. I sent him to war.
0:30:34 > 0:30:35There's...
0:30:37 > 0:30:39I have an obligation to see him right.
0:30:43 > 0:30:44DOOR SLAMS
0:30:49 > 0:30:50Coffee.
0:30:52 > 0:30:53Drink it up.
0:31:00 > 0:31:01Thomas...
0:31:03 > 0:31:05..the booze?
0:31:05 > 0:31:07SLURRED: What about it?
0:31:08 > 0:31:10You know the factory don't allow it.
0:31:10 > 0:31:12Well, I lost that job anyways.
0:31:14 > 0:31:16It's cheaper elsewhere, ain't it?
0:31:16 > 0:31:21The North. Money first, men second.
0:31:21 > 0:31:25Men's lives thrown away like peelings.
0:31:42 > 0:31:44When you soldiered...
0:31:45 > 0:31:49..you shot rifles, pistols, swung a blade.
0:31:51 > 0:31:52You killed. I know it.
0:31:54 > 0:31:57But you never saw a Maxim machinegun.
0:31:59 > 0:32:02No, boy. I did not. Well, I did, Sergeant.
0:32:02 > 0:32:05We had Maxim guns.
0:32:05 > 0:32:09Oh, we had 'em plenty.
0:32:09 > 0:32:13I seen a dozen guns spit 600 rounds a minute -
0:32:13 > 0:32:17fire and thunder what would split this world.
0:32:18 > 0:32:22I seen a thousand men fall.
0:32:23 > 0:32:25Not fall but...
0:32:26 > 0:32:27..shred.
0:32:29 > 0:32:33I seen men torn and splintered
0:32:33 > 0:32:37into meat with one trigger,
0:32:37 > 0:32:40a valley made a butcher's floor.
0:32:44 > 0:32:46Thomas... I recall...
0:32:46 > 0:32:48when I was a boy,
0:32:48 > 0:32:54you showed me a tattoo done by an holy man, you said, out in the desert -
0:32:54 > 0:32:59ink that you might sleep, forget the things you done at war.
0:32:59 > 0:33:01Yeah.
0:33:03 > 0:33:07All that lets me sleep is found in a bottle.
0:33:07 > 0:33:12And I am yet to find a bottle deep and silent enough.
0:33:13 > 0:33:19So don't you preach to me of bloody temperance.
0:33:26 > 0:33:27Thomas...
0:33:29 > 0:33:32You stay here tonight, eh?
0:33:32 > 0:33:34We'll talk more in the morning.
0:33:37 > 0:33:39I will help you, lad.
0:33:41 > 0:33:42I will find a way.
0:33:44 > 0:33:45How, Sergeant?
0:33:47 > 0:33:49How?
0:34:00 > 0:34:03FAINT GUNSHOTS AND SHOUTING
0:34:15 > 0:34:17NATHANIEL: This way. LONG SUSAN: Wine cellars, you said.
0:34:17 > 0:34:19Come, come, come.
0:34:22 > 0:34:24Come, it's straight here. Ahead, now.
0:34:53 > 0:34:55Nathaniel...
0:34:55 > 0:34:58the strongroom, what is within?
0:35:00 > 0:35:02Never gone no further.
0:35:02 > 0:35:03Why?
0:35:04 > 0:35:05Abel Croker's say-so.
0:35:06 > 0:35:10Here...too much to be missed.
0:35:10 > 0:35:13But there, beyond that barricade, treasure.
0:35:15 > 0:35:16Gold?
0:35:18 > 0:35:20Barricaded for a reason.
0:35:20 > 0:35:21The guard station is unmanned.
0:35:23 > 0:35:25They do patrol, however.
0:35:35 > 0:35:36Miss Susan!
0:35:42 > 0:35:44DOOR BANGS
0:35:47 > 0:35:48Miss Susan, please.
0:35:48 > 0:35:50Please, they come.
0:35:55 > 0:35:57Miss Susan!
0:36:05 > 0:36:07We leave now.
0:36:13 > 0:36:17Boy, I knew you for a cretin, but a turncoat, too?!
0:36:17 > 0:36:21Wish our lives here to come tumbling to an end, do you?
0:36:21 > 0:36:24No, Abel, Abel, you beat anyone, you beat me!
0:36:24 > 0:36:27Think I will not take my belt to you? Do you test me?!
0:36:27 > 0:36:29You wish to be paid for your care of us.
0:36:29 > 0:36:31There is a debt remaining, remember?
0:36:31 > 0:36:35Or do you imagine it being paid by me performing your secretarial duties until the day you die?
0:36:41 > 0:36:42I cannot stay here, Abel.
0:36:45 > 0:36:47Whatever. You know that.
0:36:49 > 0:36:53Know, too, that I must take my son to my chest once more and be free.
0:36:53 > 0:36:55Free?
0:36:55 > 0:36:57That is not freedom.
0:36:57 > 0:36:59Oh? Is it not?
0:36:59 > 0:37:01Hmm?
0:37:01 > 0:37:02See this.
0:37:03 > 0:37:07The porcelain alone, three pieces, Japanese,
0:37:07 > 0:37:10awaiting the duty for Yamanaka and Company, Osaka.
0:37:10 > 0:37:13That is thousands upon thousands of pounds.
0:37:13 > 0:37:17Do you think me ignorant of such riches? I am not.
0:37:17 > 0:37:20I have resisted their lure for reasons with which
0:37:20 > 0:37:22you ought to be altogether familiar.
0:37:24 > 0:37:27The hazard of overreaching, princess...
0:37:27 > 0:37:3155 dead and your lovely face at the end of a rope.
0:37:34 > 0:37:39But this, this is my escape.
0:37:39 > 0:37:42And my husband and I shall do all we can to take it.
0:37:42 > 0:37:45Whether you help us or no, Abel,
0:37:45 > 0:37:49you shall receive a great share of it for the shelter you have given me,
0:37:49 > 0:37:54the shelter and the care, because you are my friend and will remain ever so.
0:37:57 > 0:37:58Am I yours?
0:38:04 > 0:38:05More than friend, indeed.
0:38:09 > 0:38:13You are my girl...who must leave me.
0:38:16 > 0:38:18Then help me, Abel.
0:38:19 > 0:38:21Help me to be free.
0:38:30 > 0:38:31KNOCK AT DOOR
0:38:40 > 0:38:42Thomas Gower!
0:38:43 > 0:38:45Thomas!
0:38:47 > 0:38:48HE VOMITS Oh!
0:38:50 > 0:38:54Get him out, Bennet. Get him out of this house!
0:38:54 > 0:38:56Forgive me.
0:39:02 > 0:39:04Thomas!
0:39:04 > 0:39:06REID: 'Thomas Gower's war record.'
0:39:06 > 0:39:09Court martial, dishonourable discharge.
0:39:09 > 0:39:12The man he beat, Private Carrie, lost an eye.
0:39:12 > 0:39:15There was no medal, Bennet.
0:39:15 > 0:39:18Gower spent three years at the military jail in Gosport.
0:39:18 > 0:39:20A man doesn't change, Mr Drake.
0:39:24 > 0:39:27And all this you investigated with my back turned.
0:39:27 > 0:39:31Would you not have done the same if you thought I had, er,
0:39:31 > 0:39:33an emotional attachment to the matter at hand?
0:39:33 > 0:39:37Of course, just as you taught me. The great, objective Inspector Reid.
0:39:43 > 0:39:49But objectively, this still does not make Thomas Gower Tanner's killer.
0:39:49 > 0:39:52No, it does not, but it behoves us to ask of him certain questions.
0:39:52 > 0:39:55And I would not do that also with your back turned.
0:39:56 > 0:39:59Now, he has gone to ground, Mr Drake.
0:40:00 > 0:40:02I know one place he'd be.
0:40:08 > 0:40:10Thank you, Miss Deborah.
0:40:10 > 0:40:15It has to stop, Thomas. The drink, it is a slow poison, and no more.
0:40:16 > 0:40:18I don't want to drink no more, Miss Deborah.
0:40:20 > 0:40:22KNOCK ON DOOR
0:40:32 > 0:40:34Where is he?
0:40:45 > 0:40:47Thomas, come with us.
0:40:48 > 0:40:51You must. I've done nothing.
0:40:51 > 0:40:53That's as may be, boy, but you must come.
0:40:53 > 0:40:55The boy is sick. Can you not see that?
0:40:55 > 0:40:58A hangover is hardly the Black Death, Miss Goren.
0:40:58 > 0:41:02I had hoped perhaps you were coming with news of Rabbi Ratovski's murderer,
0:41:02 > 0:41:05or coming to tell me that Isaac Bloom was vindicated after all,
0:41:05 > 0:41:07and your remorse for his death was fathomless.
0:41:07 > 0:41:10I did not expect you to be dragging off a suffering young man.
0:41:10 > 0:41:11Will you hang him for Ratovski too?
0:41:11 > 0:41:15Ratovski was murdered by Isaac Bloom, Miss Goren.
0:41:15 > 0:41:17And Bloom met his justice.
0:41:17 > 0:41:19Thomas, now.
0:41:24 > 0:41:27He is wrong, Edmund, and you know it.
0:41:39 > 0:41:41You lied to me.
0:41:41 > 0:41:43I told you what you wanted to hear.
0:41:43 > 0:41:44I want to hear the truth.
0:41:46 > 0:41:47I don't know the truth.
0:41:47 > 0:41:50No more lies, boy!
0:41:56 > 0:41:58You dossed in his bed that night, didn't you?
0:42:07 > 0:42:10And you hid your ruined shirt in panic.
0:42:20 > 0:42:22He was kind to you.
0:42:28 > 0:42:32He was...a friend to you.
0:42:32 > 0:42:34Was Private Carrie a friend also?
0:42:35 > 0:42:38As you drank and you drank and you blinded Carrie.
0:42:38 > 0:42:42And you drank and you drank, and you murdered Tanner. I...
0:42:43 > 0:42:44I don't know.
0:42:46 > 0:42:48We...
0:42:48 > 0:42:50we were celebrating things.
0:42:50 > 0:42:53Charlie got offered a new job, a team transfer.
0:42:53 > 0:42:55But I...
0:42:55 > 0:42:57I'd been to the bowl.
0:42:57 > 0:43:00Something smashed.
0:43:00 > 0:43:02It broke.
0:43:02 > 0:43:03Then I was out cold.
0:43:04 > 0:43:06When I woke, Charlie was...
0:43:09 > 0:43:10I had blood on me.
0:43:10 > 0:43:12Because you killed him.
0:43:12 > 0:43:14I was afraid!
0:43:14 > 0:43:16I didn't know.
0:43:16 > 0:43:17It's all black.
0:43:18 > 0:43:20Don't you see?
0:43:21 > 0:43:23I forget all but what I drink to forget.
0:43:23 > 0:43:27It was you. You pulverised Tanner with a hammer.
0:43:27 > 0:43:32As you beat Carrie, your brother-in-arms, as you murdered Manby the toymaker
0:43:32 > 0:43:34when a mere boy in this parish.
0:43:34 > 0:43:37You were a killer then and you are a killer still.
0:43:37 > 0:43:38It's...it's dark.
0:43:38 > 0:43:40It was you. Say it.
0:43:40 > 0:43:44I cannot remember! Thomas, say it.
0:43:46 > 0:43:47Say it.
0:43:52 > 0:43:53I done it.
0:43:55 > 0:43:56I done it.
0:43:58 > 0:43:59I killed him.
0:44:08 > 0:44:10JACKSON: I got it!
0:44:10 > 0:44:12I got it!
0:44:12 > 0:44:16The blood, the sheet, the shirt. Have a see.
0:44:16 > 0:44:18Gower confessed.
0:44:18 > 0:44:19The shirt is his.
0:44:21 > 0:44:22Oh, he did, huh?
0:44:24 > 0:44:27Well, it looks like we got ourselves a little conundrum.
0:44:27 > 0:44:31Because whoever was wearing that shirt did not kill Charlie Tanner.
0:44:34 > 0:44:36The spatter on the wall where Charlie was killed.
0:44:36 > 0:44:38Now, you see the force of it?
0:44:38 > 0:44:40It's the velocity of the spray.
0:44:40 > 0:44:43Now you look at the bed.
0:44:43 > 0:44:45Rounder droplets, less force.
0:44:45 > 0:44:48Now, this is cast-off spatter.
0:44:48 > 0:44:51The killer was hammering Tanner by the wall.
0:44:51 > 0:44:54He swings back, and blood flies off the hammer, lands behind him onto the bed.
0:44:54 > 0:44:55But...
0:44:56 > 0:44:59..look at the shape.
0:44:59 > 0:45:03Now, there should be blood there, too, but there's a ghosting.
0:45:03 > 0:45:06So something stopped him. Somebody.
0:45:08 > 0:45:09The shirt.
0:45:10 > 0:45:12The pattern matches.
0:45:12 > 0:45:13Cast-off spatter.
0:45:13 > 0:45:18Meaning, this is Thomas Gower's shirt, then Gower ain't your killer,
0:45:18 > 0:45:22because he was flat out on the bed behind the killer when Charlie Tanner got his brains beat out.
0:45:22 > 0:45:25There was a third. Correct.
0:45:25 > 0:45:26And they took something.
0:45:29 > 0:45:33Now, I almost missed it on account of he was such a mess, but here.
0:45:33 > 0:45:34It's a faint ligature.
0:45:36 > 0:45:37He wore something around his neck.
0:45:37 > 0:45:39Hung there and torn off.
0:45:41 > 0:45:42Impressive work, Captain.
0:45:45 > 0:45:47Where's your money now, Reid?
0:45:51 > 0:45:55Thomas, I expected you to be...relieved.
0:45:58 > 0:46:00Relieved, Mr Drake?
0:46:00 > 0:46:02And if it wasn't for the gin,
0:46:02 > 0:46:05I would have not lied there in my own black sweat and piss
0:46:05 > 0:46:07while Charlie took a hammer from some bastard.
0:46:07 > 0:46:10You could not help him then, so help him now.
0:46:11 > 0:46:13You said that Tanner was offered a transfer.
0:46:15 > 0:46:18The Woolwich Arsenal wanted him.
0:46:18 > 0:46:22Good job, good pay, captaining the team.
0:46:23 > 0:46:27Charlie could leave Whitechapel and all these shitcake streets behind him.
0:46:27 > 0:46:32Thomas, did Charlie Tanner wear anything about his neck? A cross or a locket?
0:46:32 > 0:46:34He had a pendant.
0:46:34 > 0:46:36St Sebastian, he said.
0:46:37 > 0:46:40Patron of athletes and of soldiers, too.
0:46:55 > 0:46:57Here we go.
0:46:57 > 0:46:58St Sebastian.
0:47:26 > 0:47:27My boy.
0:47:31 > 0:47:32I won't run.
0:47:34 > 0:47:36Never had the speed anyways.
0:47:36 > 0:47:38Not like Charlie did.
0:47:38 > 0:47:40He was running from you, wasn't he?
0:47:41 > 0:47:44And you couldn't stand to see him leave your team.
0:47:44 > 0:47:46I made him...here.
0:47:49 > 0:47:50He was nothing.
0:47:52 > 0:47:54He was the shit on your shoe.
0:47:55 > 0:47:56And he would repay me thus?
0:47:59 > 0:48:00I made him!
0:48:00 > 0:48:04Human beings are not cast metal, Mr Hackman.
0:48:04 > 0:48:08They are not ore to be forged as you wish.
0:48:11 > 0:48:13My old man would talk of the universe...
0:48:14 > 0:48:17..God's crankshaft, Newton.
0:48:19 > 0:48:23What good's all them laws against a man's own lawless heart?
0:48:26 > 0:48:29It's us always, ain't it?
0:48:32 > 0:48:34The force unfactored...
0:48:36 > 0:48:38..the secret fault...
0:48:39 > 0:48:44..the nameless splinter that breaks the system.
0:48:48 > 0:48:50I loved that boy.
0:48:54 > 0:48:55Men of iron?
0:48:57 > 0:48:59Men of smoke is all we are.
0:49:08 > 0:49:10Bring me them shackles.
0:49:14 > 0:49:16We made them here.
0:49:32 > 0:49:35I need dynamite for the door. You find a fence.
0:49:37 > 0:49:38Everything has to be right.
0:49:40 > 0:49:43And when it's done, everything has to be ready.
0:49:45 > 0:49:49Connor... We cannot make a single mistake when we take him back.
0:49:49 > 0:49:50I know, darling.
0:49:52 > 0:49:54I know.
0:49:54 > 0:49:57I need to see the house, the streets around it.
0:49:58 > 0:50:01We need to know how to enter and leave as ghosts.
0:50:09 > 0:50:12Well, it looks like we have ourselves another midnight ramble, huh?
0:50:14 > 0:50:16BANGING
0:50:20 > 0:50:23That's useful work you're doing for Miss Goren, Thomas.
0:50:26 > 0:50:28Heard it was Hackman done in Charlie.
0:50:29 > 0:50:31It was.
0:50:31 > 0:50:33Then why are you here?
0:50:33 > 0:50:37Because, lad, the offer still stands.
0:50:38 > 0:50:41You can work at Leman Street with me.
0:50:41 > 0:50:43But you have to stop the drinking.
0:50:45 > 0:50:50I'd sooner have took the rope than seen what I seen, done what I done.
0:50:51 > 0:50:53You think you saved me?
0:50:54 > 0:50:57You sent me somewhere worse than death.
0:50:57 > 0:50:59Thomas... You ain't my friend.
0:50:59 > 0:51:02You ain't my guardian.
0:51:04 > 0:51:07You are black wings casting shadow over me.
0:51:09 > 0:51:13And I know not if I shall ever feel light again.
0:51:21 > 0:51:22DOOR SLAMS
0:51:27 > 0:51:28KNOCK ON DOOR
0:51:29 > 0:51:31You wished to see me?
0:51:42 > 0:51:46Inspector Reid, when you worked under Fred Abberline,
0:51:46 > 0:51:49did you presume to question his judgment at every turn?
0:51:53 > 0:51:57Mr Drake, Bennet... Inspector Drake. I am Inspector Drake.
0:51:57 > 0:52:01And when I was your sergeant, did I presume to question your judgment?
0:52:03 > 0:52:04You did not, Inspector Drake.
0:52:04 > 0:52:08Then with what conceited licence is it you ceaselessly question mine?
0:52:10 > 0:52:14My suspicions of Thomas Gower were, I accept, unfounded.
0:52:14 > 0:52:16So they were.
0:52:16 > 0:52:20And yet what a merry dance you led behind my back to see him proved otherwise.
0:52:20 > 0:52:22But more fool me to be surprised
0:52:22 > 0:52:26when your very return to Whitechapel was to question my conviction of Isaac Bloom,
0:52:26 > 0:52:29because even though he'd come to pass his days
0:52:29 > 0:52:31shucking oysters on the sands of Hampton,
0:52:31 > 0:52:34my judgment was apparently insufficient for the great Edmund Reid.
0:52:34 > 0:52:36Inspector Drake, it was never my intention to doubt your...
0:52:36 > 0:52:38Intention, Inspector?
0:52:38 > 0:52:40Well, let's not speak of those.
0:52:40 > 0:52:43It was never my intention to have you here before me thus!
0:52:43 > 0:52:46Bennet... You will hear me, Edmund Reid!
0:52:49 > 0:52:53I watched you, your sly words,
0:52:53 > 0:52:56pressing and turning him to your will.
0:52:56 > 0:52:59Even had the boy himself believe he'd done them things!
0:53:04 > 0:53:07We coppered good together, you and I once.
0:53:07 > 0:53:11But, er, maybe them days have passed.
0:53:15 > 0:53:19You will henceforth do me the courtesy of respect, Mr Reid.
0:53:20 > 0:53:25If I find you manoeuvring beyond my eye line once more,
0:53:25 > 0:53:29I will revoke your warrant card, send you away, and do so with joy.
0:53:32 > 0:53:36I will endeavour to serve this division to my utmost, Inspector Drake.
0:53:38 > 0:53:40Then we are concluded, Inspector Reid.
0:53:46 > 0:53:47DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES
0:53:49 > 0:53:53The Talmud tells us that the tree of knowledge itself,
0:53:53 > 0:53:55instrument of our fall,
0:53:55 > 0:53:56was a grapevine.
0:53:58 > 0:54:01Time was, Thomas, the vine held its sway over me also.
0:54:03 > 0:54:05But not now?
0:54:06 > 0:54:08But not now.
0:54:13 > 0:54:17Deborah tells me that you were born a Jew, Thomas.
0:54:17 > 0:54:19Do you believe in God?
0:54:22 > 0:54:25No God would permit the things I've seen.
0:54:26 > 0:54:28Thomas... No, I...
0:54:28 > 0:54:30I should not have come back to you.
0:54:42 > 0:54:43HE COUGHS
0:54:50 > 0:54:51FAINT GROWLING
0:55:04 > 0:55:05HE SCREAMS
0:55:32 > 0:55:34DULL SQUELCH
0:55:34 > 0:55:36GRUNTING
0:55:46 > 0:55:47HE GRUNTS
0:55:47 > 0:55:49TRICKLING
0:55:55 > 0:55:57HE GASPS SLOWLY
0:55:59 > 0:56:01STAGGERING FOOTSTEPS
0:56:17 > 0:56:19HE GASPS
0:57:15 > 0:57:18Connor sleeps in their bedroom at the back.
0:57:18 > 0:57:21I'll show you where we can flee with him. I need to see him.
0:57:22 > 0:57:23Caitlin, no.
0:57:23 > 0:57:28I need to see him, Matthew, if only for a moment.
0:57:30 > 0:57:31HE SIGHS
0:58:01 > 0:58:04My boy, my darling.
0:58:12 > 0:58:13FOOTSTEPS
0:58:13 > 0:58:15Caitlin, we have to leave!
0:58:18 > 0:58:20Mama.
0:58:23 > 0:58:27Do you want your mama, sweet boy? SHE LAUGHS
0:58:27 > 0:58:29Do you want your mum?
0:58:38 > 0:58:41SCREAMING DRAKE: Tell me who it is, Inspector.
0:58:41 > 0:58:43I am sorry, Bennet.
0:58:43 > 0:58:45Who has done this to him?!
0:58:45 > 0:58:48You are charged with the people's protection and you have failed!
0:58:48 > 0:58:51ROSE: Long Susan Hart. I saw her!
0:58:51 > 0:58:53The woman is dead. I saw it myself.
0:58:53 > 0:58:55The abyss will swallow Bennet Drake, will it?
0:58:55 > 0:58:57It swallowed you once.