0:00:02 > 0:00:03Your wife, in Newgate three years.
0:00:03 > 0:00:06- Yeah, I can do math, Drake.- Yet you still make no plans to visit?
0:00:07 > 0:00:08I can't lose you!
0:00:08 > 0:00:11Then save me, or else I will die, Matthew.
0:00:11 > 0:00:14The rabbi, Leon Ratovski, visited London from Paris.
0:00:14 > 0:00:18Isaac Bloom killed him in a Whitechapel laneway and will hang for it.
0:00:18 > 0:00:19HE MUMBLES
0:00:19 > 0:00:21Mr Bloom, do you know why you are here?
0:00:21 > 0:00:23The guilt that men assume is yours?
0:00:23 > 0:00:26Isaac did not do such a thing. It is not within him.
0:00:26 > 0:00:28- Who else shares this conviction? - Only myself.
0:00:28 > 0:00:31And, I hoped, perhaps yourself.
0:00:31 > 0:00:36His name is Sayid Kalim Abdul Al-Qadir. He was my son.
0:00:36 > 0:00:39And extreme beliefs beget extreme action, Inspector.
0:00:39 > 0:00:42We must put an end to this Muslim Patriotic League.
0:00:42 > 0:00:46Is it therefore incumbent upon us, we Muslim men,
0:00:46 > 0:00:49advanced by the privilege of our British educations...
0:00:51 > 0:00:52HE SHOUTS
0:00:52 > 0:00:53MAN GRUNTS IN PAIN
0:00:55 > 0:00:57- Mr Drake, sir. - I believe you wish
0:00:57 > 0:00:59to interview this man, Mr Drake.
0:01:31 > 0:01:33MEN CHATTER
0:01:45 > 0:01:47MAN: Roy, that's your girl Kay!
0:01:55 > 0:01:57Christ! No!
0:01:59 > 0:02:01No! Kay!
0:02:54 > 0:02:57Pune, India. The Deputy Governor of that state
0:02:57 > 0:03:02assassinated at a Jubilee tea party by this man - Javed Akhram.
0:03:02 > 0:03:05He, as Mr Hafeez,
0:03:05 > 0:03:07as Sayid Al-Qadir, your victim,
0:03:07 > 0:03:10also a graduate of Deccan College.
0:03:11 > 0:03:16Hafeez, do you know who this gentleman is, his back to us?
0:03:18 > 0:03:20That, Mr Dove, is Mr Abdul Karim.
0:03:21 > 0:03:24- The Munshi? - The same.
0:03:24 > 0:03:26Victoria's brown right arm,
0:03:26 > 0:03:30an invited guest to a gathering of our Muslim Patriotic League's top brass,
0:03:30 > 0:03:34and here in pleasing colloquy with Mr Imran Hafeez,
0:03:34 > 0:03:36your murder suspect.
0:03:36 > 0:03:42This, watch report number 3691, Friday 18th of June 1897,
0:03:42 > 0:03:45which - for those hard of counting, Mr Drake - is this Friday just passed.
0:03:45 > 0:03:50"Subject Hafeez, Imran observed in an urgent gesticulation
0:03:50 > 0:03:53"with subject Al-Qadir, Sayid." Your murder victim.
0:03:53 > 0:03:56"Shoving and punching between both gentlemen."
0:03:58 > 0:04:03And this latter gentleman now washes up, his throat cut, on a Whitechapel dockside.
0:04:03 > 0:04:06All this but days from the most significant act of patronage
0:04:06 > 0:04:08that our glorious empire has ever known.
0:04:08 > 0:04:13Makes me restive, Mr Dove. It makes me urgent curious.
0:04:13 > 0:04:18So I shall be taking this Mr Hafeez, and I shall see that curiosity fed.
0:04:18 > 0:04:20On whose authority, Mr Constantine?
0:04:20 > 0:04:22On my own, Mr Drake.
0:04:22 > 0:04:24On that of the realm's inviolability.
0:04:24 > 0:04:26Forgive me, Mr Dove.
0:04:26 > 0:04:28These spies, it is their business
0:04:28 > 0:04:31to imagine threat where none yet exists,
0:04:31 > 0:04:35but what we have here in our deadroom is a sight more real
0:04:35 > 0:04:37than the fancies he summons up
0:04:37 > 0:04:39of Indian cuckoos in our Queen's nest.
0:04:39 > 0:04:43Mr Dove, surely you see the greater scale of our priorities here.
0:04:45 > 0:04:48Mr Hafeez will be remanded to Inspector Drake's care.
0:04:52 > 0:04:53And if I have you overruled?
0:04:55 > 0:04:56Who here overrules me?
0:05:03 > 0:05:05BOOK SLAMS
0:05:05 > 0:05:06Do not think me gone for long.
0:05:22 > 0:05:24WOMEN CHATTER
0:05:25 > 0:05:28You are fixed to that view today, Miss Susan.
0:05:29 > 0:05:31It is of interest to me today.
0:05:31 > 0:05:33Of course.
0:05:33 > 0:05:34It must go hard to think...
0:05:36 > 0:05:41Well, to know that you will not feel that free sky above you after all.
0:05:41 > 0:05:45- Do you gloat, Doctor? - Perhaps a little.
0:05:45 > 0:05:46HE LAUGHS SOFTLY
0:05:46 > 0:05:51Perhaps I am in fact relieved that the 55 souls you accounted for
0:05:51 > 0:05:53will now have their justice.
0:05:54 > 0:05:58It, er...it had been troubling me, I, er...do confess.
0:05:58 > 0:06:03Well, I'm glad to have removed such disquiet from your conscience.
0:06:03 > 0:06:05I wonder...
0:06:05 > 0:06:09will you offer a prayer for my soul in return,
0:06:09 > 0:06:12as you stand over my corpse and confirm my passing?
0:06:12 > 0:06:13- Oh, I shall. - Hmm.
0:06:15 > 0:06:18Perhaps also stand at that commoners' boneyard,
0:06:18 > 0:06:20offer greeting to that husband of yours,
0:06:20 > 0:06:24as he does what he can to comfort your boy.
0:06:26 > 0:06:27HE CHUCKLES QUIETLY
0:06:35 > 0:06:37No, God damn you.
0:06:39 > 0:06:41HE YELLS
0:06:56 > 0:06:59BUZZ OF CONVERSATION
0:07:10 > 0:07:12By my reckoning, I'd say you were set on
0:07:12 > 0:07:13one form of mischief or another.
0:07:17 > 0:07:19You send no news. You don't answer your mail.
0:07:19 > 0:07:22- You send none. - I don't speak for myself.
0:07:24 > 0:07:27He's quite the crestfallen soldier for a while or so.
0:07:28 > 0:07:31But as you say, I am not the stripe of man for nostalgia,
0:07:31 > 0:07:35not then, not now. So, if you forgive me, Reid, I've got bad business to attend.
0:07:35 > 0:07:37Do you have any objection to my walking with you?
0:07:37 > 0:07:39- Plenty. - Then call a policeman.
0:07:42 > 0:07:43The sea air is agreeable, Reid.
0:07:43 > 0:07:46It's brought out the well-fed plutocrat in you.
0:07:46 > 0:07:49- That is silver in your beard, is it not?- It is grey, Reid.
0:07:49 > 0:07:51Silver, I'd be drawing a pension.
0:07:51 > 0:07:53- Social visit? - It is not.
0:07:53 > 0:07:55Well, why don't you state your business, Reid?
0:07:55 > 0:07:58Midsummer it may be, but the day is short.
0:07:58 > 0:07:59Isaac Bloom.
0:08:03 > 0:08:06- He is sentenced to hang. - On your conviction.
0:08:06 > 0:08:08- Not mine, Reid, not mine. - You conducted the autopsy.
0:08:08 > 0:08:10You assembled the forensical evidence for your inspector.
0:08:10 > 0:08:11I did.
0:08:13 > 0:08:15But why, Reid? Why the care?
0:08:15 > 0:08:17You miss this all so much?
0:08:18 > 0:08:20- The care was asked of me. - Who by?
0:08:20 > 0:08:23- Well, it doesn't matter. - Oh, it doesn't, does it?
0:08:23 > 0:08:26- He was my friend. - So was Drake, Reid.
0:08:26 > 0:08:29I don't see you giving one snide farthing for his wellbeing.
0:08:29 > 0:08:32Bennet Drake is not one day's grace from the hangman.
0:08:32 > 0:08:34Should he find you lurking about the place, however,
0:08:34 > 0:08:38putting that mistrustful mind of yours to the querying of his professional conduct...
0:08:40 > 0:08:42No man was ever more loyal to another than he to you,
0:08:42 > 0:08:45but even he would be moved to your injuring in such a circumstance.
0:08:45 > 0:08:48- Which is why I asked you... - Excuse me.
0:08:48 > 0:08:50Do you pay my wages? You do not. He does.
0:08:52 > 0:08:55And it's a poor assumption of yours that this faithlessness you imagine
0:08:55 > 0:08:58so ingrained in me would, by one simple tug on my tit,
0:08:58 > 0:09:00sell Drake out to you!
0:09:00 > 0:09:02No, Reid, why don't you find yourself another pigeon?
0:09:02 > 0:09:04You follow me, I'm going to shoot you.
0:09:15 > 0:09:18MAN SHOUTS ORDERS
0:09:27 > 0:09:30You are a sneaky fellow, American.
0:09:31 > 0:09:34I do not like sneaky fellows, in truth.
0:09:34 > 0:09:36BELL TOLLS OUTSIDE
0:09:41 > 0:09:44Now, this, I imagine, is that elephant horn
0:09:44 > 0:09:46reported thieved from the customs house.
0:09:47 > 0:09:49I prefer "liberated".
0:09:49 > 0:09:53That place, they burn it all, you know, if the Crown's duty is not paid.
0:09:53 > 0:09:57Why should an honest wharfinger not profit from such thriftless squandering?
0:09:57 > 0:09:59Why, indeed?
0:10:01 > 0:10:03Because you thieve from the Queen, Abel.
0:10:09 > 0:10:14Do you fire your cannons across my bow, Captain...Jackson?
0:10:14 > 0:10:17I cannot imagine for why,
0:10:17 > 0:10:22when you owe me one sovereign ton for the berth to New York City
0:10:22 > 0:10:26I have brokered, in no little secrecy, for you and your wife and child.
0:10:29 > 0:10:31I had assumed you came to settle,
0:10:31 > 0:10:33but your current manner suggests otherwise.
0:10:33 > 0:10:36Do you cancel your billet therefore?
0:10:37 > 0:10:40I hope not to.
0:10:41 > 0:10:42Yeah, yeah.
0:10:45 > 0:10:48- Christ, Abel, what is this stuff? - Turmeric.
0:10:48 > 0:10:53Sweat it down with some onions, diced side of bacon, hot stock.
0:10:53 > 0:10:54Good eating.
0:10:56 > 0:10:57But the staining...
0:10:58 > 0:11:00..it is the very devil.
0:11:04 > 0:11:06But enough of my galley skills.
0:11:06 > 0:11:09I should like my cash spending from you.
0:11:09 > 0:11:11I, er...
0:11:11 > 0:11:15- I don't have it. - Aw....
0:11:15 > 0:11:18but I have laid out, Captain, therefore you must also.
0:11:18 > 0:11:21- Them's the rules. - I thought to do so
0:11:21 > 0:11:23in alternative currency, however.
0:11:23 > 0:11:25HE SCOFFS
0:11:25 > 0:11:27Until I can hand you those 100 sovereigns.
0:11:32 > 0:11:34Then name your tender.
0:11:37 > 0:11:39Knowledge.
0:11:39 > 0:11:42We transact under different terms, therefore.
0:11:42 > 0:11:45Well, we...we renegotiate the terms.
0:11:46 > 0:11:49Those being, Captain?
0:11:52 > 0:11:56You, Mr Drake, you think the man correct in his suspicions?
0:11:59 > 0:12:01This man, Constantine.
0:12:02 > 0:12:04I know him not a good man, sir.
0:12:04 > 0:12:08And most every thought he ever had an evil one.
0:12:08 > 0:12:10But this... What my son...
0:12:13 > 0:12:17What Sayid has written - these are not only evil thoughts.
0:12:17 > 0:12:21He has written them. He has proclaimed them.
0:12:21 > 0:12:22Major, we understand, do we not,
0:12:22 > 0:12:26the difference between thinking a thing and doing a thing?
0:12:26 > 0:12:30That it is action which makes matter real, not ideas.
0:12:30 > 0:12:35Yet, I do not think such ideas came to him without the influence of Imran Hafeez.
0:12:35 > 0:12:37His death, therefore, similarly so.
0:12:37 > 0:12:41Well, Mr Hafeez, he is the thinking kind, not the doing kind.
0:12:42 > 0:12:46This man Constantine, he wishes to torture him. You understand?
0:12:48 > 0:12:51Ideas do not merit such a fate, not in my opinion.
0:12:54 > 0:12:57He will not talk to me, Major.
0:12:58 > 0:13:00And I believe he might to you.
0:13:05 > 0:13:06HINGE SQUEAKS
0:13:06 > 0:13:08DOOR SLAMS
0:13:11 > 0:13:15It is good of you, Rose, to come at such rapid request.
0:13:16 > 0:13:17Of course, Susan.
0:13:19 > 0:13:21You are forever my friend.
0:13:21 > 0:13:26Then I am indeed fortunate, as is my son.
0:13:27 > 0:13:30I do not know what spell I've been beneath
0:13:30 > 0:13:32to have neglected the thought for so long.
0:13:32 > 0:13:36But I am awake now, Rose, and awoken to a horror...
0:13:37 > 0:13:38What horror, Susan?
0:13:40 > 0:13:42What is to become of my boy?
0:13:44 > 0:13:48Rose, I do not think his father can care for him.
0:13:49 > 0:13:52He is not equipped, in my opinion.
0:13:55 > 0:13:59Then, Rose, where else will there be for him but the workhouse?
0:14:04 > 0:14:06Well...
0:14:06 > 0:14:11there is...one home I might think of.
0:14:11 > 0:14:13There is?
0:14:16 > 0:14:17Ours.
0:14:18 > 0:14:20- Yours? - SHE SNIFFLES
0:14:20 > 0:14:23Oh... Oh, I would love him!
0:14:23 > 0:14:26Love him fierce, Susan!
0:14:26 > 0:14:31And I will forever keep him in mind of the truth of you...
0:14:33 > 0:14:34..my friend.
0:14:40 > 0:14:43SHE SOBS LOUDLY
0:15:06 > 0:15:07- Mrs Drake? - Hello, Drum.
0:15:07 > 0:15:09Is he here?
0:15:10 > 0:15:12He is.
0:15:12 > 0:15:13Rose?
0:15:28 > 0:15:32Jesus Christ! What's the purpose of such machinery if it cannot be...?
0:15:32 > 0:15:35- DRAKE:- 'Everything's all right, my love?
0:15:35 > 0:15:37'Bennet, I have kept secrets from you.'
0:15:37 > 0:15:38OK, this should be good.
0:15:44 > 0:15:45Well...
0:15:46 > 0:15:48..best you get it off your chest, Rose.
0:15:48 > 0:15:53Newgate, Bennet, in the jail there with Miss Susan.
0:15:53 > 0:15:54You what, Rose?
0:15:54 > 0:15:56Now, Bennet, you swallow
0:15:56 > 0:16:00'that rage of yours. Firstly, it's not as if I announce your cuckolding.
0:16:00 > 0:16:03'Second, I'm not even close to getting started.'
0:16:03 > 0:16:06You are the one in a press, so, the quicker I say this and you agree,
0:16:06 > 0:16:08the quicker you may be back at it.
0:16:08 > 0:16:12- Well, you tell me what it is I'm agreeing to, then. - I am trying, Bennet!
0:16:17 > 0:16:20There is a little boy we could have.
0:16:20 > 0:16:23One who lives already.
0:16:24 > 0:16:29One who is in desperate need of us to give him a home, to protect him.
0:16:31 > 0:16:32'A little boy who...'
0:16:32 > 0:16:34HE HANGS UP
0:16:40 > 0:16:41What is it she calls him?
0:16:43 > 0:16:44Connor.
0:16:46 > 0:16:50- This boy Connor has a father, Rose. - None that is any use to him.
0:16:51 > 0:16:55'Not unless it is the skill to cheat at a gaming table at six in the morning,'
0:16:55 > 0:16:59or shoot a bottle of rum off the upturned behind of a musical hoofer,
0:16:59 > 0:17:01but not what it is to be a man.
0:17:01 > 0:17:03'Not the man you are, Bennet.'
0:17:05 > 0:17:09I don't seem to recall you complaining overly when it was your behind, darling.
0:17:11 > 0:17:14Slippery soul that you are.
0:17:14 > 0:17:15No.
0:17:17 > 0:17:20I will not have you stand in judgment of me.
0:17:20 > 0:17:22Not you, of all!
0:17:22 > 0:17:27They are up there, Captain Jackson - your wife, your child!
0:17:27 > 0:17:31And she, as you well know, soon to go to her end, but yet you do not visit.
0:17:31 > 0:17:33You pay them no mind!
0:17:34 > 0:17:36Your son!
0:17:36 > 0:17:39- Your living flesh! - Are you done?
0:17:43 > 0:17:48Er, your man downstairs, he's got staining about the wound.
0:17:48 > 0:17:52Now, at first I thought simply contusion, discolouring therefore,
0:17:52 > 0:17:56but, all these Indians, it was caused by contact with turmeric.
0:17:56 > 0:17:59It's a spice. It's powder. So, my thinking,
0:17:59 > 0:18:03it was about the cuffs or the wrists of the sleeve as the knife was pulled across.
0:18:08 > 0:18:10Bennet...
0:18:10 > 0:18:14Rose, as I said, the boy has a father.
0:18:14 > 0:18:16When the mother is...gone,
0:18:16 > 0:18:19it is up to Jackson to resolve. Right?
0:18:22 > 0:18:23Take him.
0:18:48 > 0:18:52This hatred of my empire and Queen, these were my son's true beliefs?
0:18:52 > 0:18:55They were, Major Al-Qadir.
0:18:55 > 0:18:57I cannot believe he came to them without you.
0:18:57 > 0:18:59Hmm.
0:18:59 > 0:19:01And which beliefs did he come to because of you?
0:19:03 > 0:19:05I am his father.
0:19:05 > 0:19:06That is a notional term, sir.
0:19:06 > 0:19:10You have a cheek. You always did.
0:19:12 > 0:19:16I recall the first time my mother asked him to eat with us.
0:19:16 > 0:19:19He said, "I do not eat with my fingers."
0:19:19 > 0:19:21My mother asked him why.
0:19:21 > 0:19:23He said, "My father says it is so."
0:19:23 > 0:19:27My mother asked him, "And where is your father?"
0:19:27 > 0:19:32Sayid replied, "He marches to war in Kandahar."
0:19:32 > 0:19:38She asked him who it was would then rule in Afghanistan.
0:19:38 > 0:19:40He replied...
0:19:40 > 0:19:42"Why, the Empress Victoria."
0:19:42 > 0:19:43HE SCOFFS
0:19:46 > 0:19:52So we showed him how to eat with his hands while you were at war.
0:19:55 > 0:19:59If we believe another person is wrong, which is worse?
0:20:01 > 0:20:05To persuade that person with violence or with ideas?
0:20:07 > 0:20:12And if ideas bring men to violence, if these...ideas
0:20:12 > 0:20:14of Sayid's brought another to...
0:20:21 > 0:20:23Why will you not speak?
0:20:24 > 0:20:26Did you not...care for him?
0:20:29 > 0:20:30Like a brother.
0:20:30 > 0:20:33And brothers fight.
0:20:38 > 0:20:41You are watched, Imran, by men who,
0:20:41 > 0:20:44though, yes, we serve the same Queen,
0:20:44 > 0:20:47I see no honour in them.
0:20:49 > 0:20:51Why did you fight with Sayid?
0:20:57 > 0:21:01I do not know who killed your son,
0:21:01 > 0:21:03but, yes, we fought.
0:21:04 > 0:21:06And we did so because...
0:21:08 > 0:21:09..he stole.
0:21:11 > 0:21:13Your son was a thief.
0:21:16 > 0:21:19They were zakat, Mr Drake, alms.
0:21:19 > 0:21:23And it was almost £200 for the Indian merchant seamen
0:21:23 > 0:21:24on the docks.
0:21:24 > 0:21:26- Lascars? - Yes, sir.
0:21:26 > 0:21:30Funds were raised, to be distributed among those men
0:21:30 > 0:21:35who were left without a ship to crew, to...ease their need.
0:21:38 > 0:21:39And...
0:21:41 > 0:21:43..my Sayid stole it.
0:21:46 > 0:21:49He steals the money meant for the lascars, therefore they kill him.
0:21:49 > 0:21:54No. See, here, a draft amendment to the Merchant Shipping Act.
0:21:54 > 0:21:58Authors, Mr R Ahmad, and Mr SKA Al-Qadir.
0:21:58 > 0:22:02"To give more robust and far-reaching legal protection in this country
0:22:02 > 0:22:05"to the status of those merchant seamen from the South Asian colonies."
0:22:05 > 0:22:08He, Mr Hafeez also, they fight for lascars.
0:22:08 > 0:22:11This was a cornerstone of his legal career.
0:22:11 > 0:22:13Why would he steal from them, and why would they kill him?
0:22:15 > 0:22:18Please, Inspector, there is a particular clause that by law
0:22:18 > 0:22:21they would then be allowed to find other work whilst they remain here.
0:22:21 > 0:22:26That is cause for more than offence. There are slim pickings down on those docks.
0:22:26 > 0:22:29And Mr Sayid lobbied that they be stretched even further to accommodate
0:22:29 > 0:22:34men of both different colour and creed. Stevedores, lumpers, lightermen.
0:22:34 > 0:22:37All of whom may have cause to handle a cargo of turmeric.
0:22:37 > 0:22:39But what of this 200 nicker, sir?
0:22:39 > 0:22:41Christ knows.
0:22:42 > 0:22:44Mr Drummond, you will by morning
0:22:44 > 0:22:47have found each and every shipment of South Asian spices
0:22:47 > 0:22:51to have been lumped ashore between St Katherine's and the Isle of Dogs.
0:22:51 > 0:22:52Sergeant Thatcher,
0:22:52 > 0:22:54the bunkhouse for foreign shipping crews
0:22:54 > 0:22:57- on West India Dock Road. - The Strangers' Home, sir?
0:22:57 > 0:22:59Yes - you and I are paying a visit.
0:22:59 > 0:23:02We shall see what those lascars know about the thief, Potter Chowdey.
0:23:02 > 0:23:04Inspector Drake, sir, if I may.
0:23:05 > 0:23:09DS Thatcher has many admirable qualities, but...
0:23:09 > 0:23:12I'm not sure the speaking of Urdu is one.
0:23:13 > 0:23:14THATCHER SCOFFS
0:23:14 > 0:23:16You crowing cock, Drum!
0:23:16 > 0:23:18Do you want that snide little nose of yours broke?
0:23:18 > 0:23:22Come now, Sergeant, we are one uniform.
0:23:23 > 0:23:25Major, would you consider...
0:23:26 > 0:23:29Word from the top, Inspector Drake.
0:23:29 > 0:23:33Colonial Secretary Chamberlain himself.
0:23:33 > 0:23:34You are to release your prisoner to me.
0:23:50 > 0:23:53I would not have had it happen this way.
0:24:04 > 0:24:08If I learn that this man has been injured or harmed in any way,
0:24:08 > 0:24:12your Secretary Chamberlain shall hear from me, sir.
0:24:14 > 0:24:17And you imagine he shall give two tosses, do you?
0:24:17 > 0:24:20He's the Colonial Secretary, and you're the colonial.
0:24:21 > 0:24:24You are to him no more than a trained circus pony.
0:24:25 > 0:24:27Best you understand that.
0:24:28 > 0:24:30Here is the lesson, Major.
0:24:30 > 0:24:31HE CLEARS THROAT
0:24:31 > 0:24:34They dress you in this costume
0:24:34 > 0:24:37and puff you full of a confected self-importance,
0:24:37 > 0:24:42the purpose of which is only this - that we here in this country
0:24:42 > 0:24:44may slowly bleed your country dry,
0:24:44 > 0:24:48whilst your back is turned, parading in our honour.
0:24:50 > 0:24:51Now...
0:24:53 > 0:24:58I shall be taking this little...insurrectionist
0:24:58 > 0:25:00and putting him under the boot.
0:25:03 > 0:25:07Mr Drake, there is not a thing to be done.
0:25:07 > 0:25:09There may be now.
0:25:09 > 0:25:13However, we will show our special branch that they are dogs
0:25:13 > 0:25:15barking up the wrong tree entirely.
0:25:15 > 0:25:20Mr Drummond, those dockside work gangs, get to the wires.
0:25:20 > 0:25:25Sergeant Thatcher. Major Al-Qadir, sir, with me, if you please.
0:25:49 > 0:25:51MURMUR OF VOICES
0:25:57 > 0:25:58MEN SHOUT
0:26:06 > 0:26:08THEY SING IN URDU
0:26:14 > 0:26:17The spice shipments, Assistant Commissioner, all those from South India.
0:26:17 > 0:26:19There were five in the last fortnight,
0:26:19 > 0:26:22and these are names of those men to lead those work gangs.
0:26:22 > 0:26:24One such name chimes heavy with me, sir.
0:26:24 > 0:26:27And which one is that, Sergeant?
0:26:27 > 0:26:29Teague.
0:26:29 > 0:26:31He's a union steward.
0:26:31 > 0:26:32One moment, if you will, sir.
0:26:44 > 0:26:46His daughter, Kay Teague,
0:26:46 > 0:26:49she threw herself off of the dock gates at the Western only this morning.
0:26:49 > 0:26:52- That is rich coincidence, Mr Drummond.- Is it not, sir?
0:26:52 > 0:26:54See the news communicates to Inspector Drake.
0:26:54 > 0:26:55I will, sir.
0:26:55 > 0:27:00- Reassure him that I myself will investigate these others. - Very good, Assistant Commissioner.
0:27:00 > 0:27:03MAN SPEAKS URDU
0:27:05 > 0:27:08TRANSLATES: If this man stole, he did so with love in his heart,
0:27:08 > 0:27:12and only to give to another in greater need.
0:27:13 > 0:27:18And does he have any indication as to whose that greater need might be?
0:27:18 > 0:27:20HE SPEAKS IN URDU
0:27:24 > 0:27:26HE REPLIES IN URDU
0:27:34 > 0:27:39It is thought Sayid had a lover here, who he met here.
0:27:41 > 0:27:45He says...um...he says she is a white woman.
0:27:47 > 0:27:50Roy Teague's daughter?
0:27:52 > 0:27:54We have a testimony here
0:27:54 > 0:27:55says there is a young white woman
0:27:55 > 0:27:58who shared intimacies with Major Al-Qadir's son.
0:28:00 > 0:28:01Understood, Sergeant.
0:28:01 > 0:28:02Give my thanks to Mr Dove.
0:28:06 > 0:28:08There is a wake we must attend.
0:28:21 > 0:28:23Is Roy Teague here?
0:28:23 > 0:28:25No, sir. He could not bear the sight and bolted.
0:28:59 > 0:29:00BABY CRIES
0:29:42 > 0:29:43CROKER CHUCKLES
0:29:45 > 0:29:46Ah...!
0:29:47 > 0:29:50What trouble brings you here, young Mr Dove?
0:29:50 > 0:29:53I've a worry which roots itself in these parts.
0:29:53 > 0:29:55Why, you surprise me.
0:29:57 > 0:30:01This is that Indian fellow which washed ashore at the Western, then?
0:30:01 > 0:30:07This Indian nurtured opinions... on this country, on its ruler...
0:30:07 > 0:30:09she who will soon pass not too far from here.
0:30:11 > 0:30:14He not only had opinions, Abel.
0:30:14 > 0:30:17He had stolen 200 sterling, also.
0:30:17 > 0:30:22Two tons? Your masters fear some plot afoot, do they?
0:30:22 > 0:30:24I believe it fear alone.
0:30:26 > 0:30:28Well...
0:30:28 > 0:30:32But there are...other indications bring me down here.
0:30:34 > 0:30:36Spice cargoes.
0:30:38 > 0:30:40Turmeric.
0:30:40 > 0:30:44The work gangs who brought such shipments ashore.
0:30:44 > 0:30:45And my name among them.
0:30:45 > 0:30:50It was not you nor none of your own who opened the man's throat for him?
0:30:52 > 0:30:54It was not me, Augustus.
0:31:00 > 0:31:05There is not one atom of life, human or otherwise,
0:31:05 > 0:31:06which lands on this stretch of water
0:31:06 > 0:31:09without that you know its nature.
0:31:09 > 0:31:10This is true.
0:31:13 > 0:31:15Then what is at the root of this, Abel?
0:31:15 > 0:31:17Well...
0:31:18 > 0:31:20£200 gone missing, you say?
0:31:20 > 0:31:21HE CHUCKLES
0:31:24 > 0:31:26No need to unsettle yourself, my lad.
0:31:27 > 0:31:32This is not some grand foreign plot, but local mischief.
0:31:33 > 0:31:35You leave dock disorders to dock folk.
0:32:02 > 0:32:03Golem!
0:32:04 > 0:32:06Stop! Wait!
0:32:06 > 0:32:08Please, wait, wait. Wait!
0:32:10 > 0:32:12SHOUTING
0:32:15 > 0:32:19Goren, Deborah Goren. Deborah Goren?
0:32:19 > 0:32:20ALL TALK AT ONCE
0:32:20 > 0:32:22Ah...
0:32:22 > 0:32:23HE TRIES TO SPEAK HEBREW
0:32:23 > 0:32:25She will speak for me. She will speak for me.
0:32:30 > 0:32:32CLAMOUR OF VOICES INSIDE
0:32:32 > 0:32:33Just wait here.
0:32:37 > 0:32:42Please, calm yourselves. My friends, please, calm yourselves!
0:32:42 > 0:32:44He was there because I invited him!
0:32:44 > 0:32:48- I invited him! - Why would you invite Edmund Reid,
0:32:48 > 0:32:50inspector as he was,
0:32:50 > 0:32:54into the rooms of Isaac Bloom?
0:32:56 > 0:33:00- Why, Deborah? - Mr Reid and I, we share, I hope,
0:33:00 > 0:33:02a fear that Isaac's conviction may be unsafe.
0:33:02 > 0:33:04Is this true?
0:33:05 > 0:33:08I had, er... I had hoped to investigate.
0:33:08 > 0:33:09MAN SPEAKS IN HEBREW
0:33:14 > 0:33:18- No, that was never proved, never. - What does he say?
0:33:18 > 0:33:22There's a belief in the community that it's being haunted by a monster.
0:33:22 > 0:33:24Golem.
0:33:25 > 0:33:27What gave them this belief?
0:33:27 > 0:33:32Well, they said that children awoke with a dark figure standing over their beds,
0:33:32 > 0:33:36an etching scratched in the walls, jaws of savage creatures.
0:33:36 > 0:33:39Er... On occasion, they thought they had trapped it,
0:33:39 > 0:33:40but it was strong and fast,
0:33:40 > 0:33:43and leapt from roof to roof.
0:33:43 > 0:33:45And this they believe to have been Bloom?
0:33:46 > 0:33:47Yes, they believe.
0:33:55 > 0:34:00- WHISPERS:- The boy'll be safe, cared for while we, you know, reassemble ourselves.
0:34:00 > 0:34:02How will this reassembling take place?
0:34:02 > 0:34:04Yeah, it's all under good control.
0:34:04 > 0:34:08But then once we are prepared, all we have to do is take him.
0:34:08 > 0:34:10From Rose? It would kill her.
0:34:10 > 0:34:12That is a metaphor, darling.
0:34:13 > 0:34:17The killing that comes your way, that ain't.
0:34:18 > 0:34:20We have no funds with which to run,
0:34:20 > 0:34:23- and I will be hunted. - Don't you see, darling?
0:34:23 > 0:34:24That's entirely the beauty of it.
0:34:25 > 0:34:30But the man Probyn. It is he who must confirm that the hangman's job is done,
0:34:30 > 0:34:33and the bond we had, surely it is broken now.
0:34:33 > 0:34:34Ssh, ssh, ssh, ssh.
0:34:35 > 0:34:37You're going to leave Probyn to me.
0:34:41 > 0:34:43Guns and horses.
0:34:59 > 0:35:01No doubt this has been quite the ugliest of days for you.
0:35:01 > 0:35:03Our condolences for your daughter.
0:35:03 > 0:35:05I will take the drink, Croker.
0:35:05 > 0:35:07I don't think I trust you enough to sit.
0:35:07 > 0:35:09Fair enough, old son.
0:35:11 > 0:35:12Do you have it?
0:35:15 > 0:35:18Word is you have something urgent to relay to me
0:35:18 > 0:35:20on the subject of my Kay.
0:35:22 > 0:35:27Word is, Roy, you do not hand that sack of money to me,
0:35:27 > 0:35:30I shall see the whole world apprised of who it was
0:35:30 > 0:35:31cut that Indian gentleman's throat for him.
0:35:31 > 0:35:33DOOR OPENS
0:35:41 > 0:35:43Why would you do such a thing, Roy?
0:35:44 > 0:35:48Not for you to question what I do in the interest of my family
0:35:48 > 0:35:50or my community.
0:35:50 > 0:35:51HE CHUCKLES
0:35:51 > 0:35:56Oh, it is murdering has clearly advanced the interests of both those constituents.
0:35:56 > 0:36:01Your community's suffering every bluebottle this side of the Aldgate Pub
0:36:01 > 0:36:02crawling up its fundament.
0:36:04 > 0:36:06And your family, well, Roy...
0:36:07 > 0:36:09..it is masterful self-delusion
0:36:09 > 0:36:11to think you have helped them one jot.
0:36:11 > 0:36:14That gold-skinned grandson of yours...
0:36:16 > 0:36:18..where's his ma now?
0:36:22 > 0:36:25Oh, you, you were always a hothead and a rabble-rouser,
0:36:25 > 0:36:28too eager for a moan and a bullhorn when a moment's contemplation
0:36:28 > 0:36:32might have brought you some perspective.
0:36:32 > 0:36:35But you are emotional.
0:36:35 > 0:36:37HE CHUCKLES And you are political,
0:36:37 > 0:36:41always tossing on about the rights of working man,
0:36:41 > 0:36:45and forgetting that the rice-eaters and the coolies you hate so much,
0:36:45 > 0:36:47that they too are working men.
0:36:47 > 0:36:50They are not of this city, and they are not of this country.
0:36:50 > 0:36:52Men like that lawyer...
0:36:52 > 0:36:55Ah, the Mohammedan lad that was up your Kay, him.
0:36:55 > 0:36:56Yes, him!
0:36:56 > 0:36:58Telling us we have to compete
0:36:58 > 0:37:02for the same scraps as those murdering, moon-faced bastards!
0:37:03 > 0:37:08Ah, correct me if I'm wrong, it is you what's done the murdering?
0:37:14 > 0:37:18In all truth, Roy, I knew it the moment you kicked up such rage
0:37:18 > 0:37:21when I had Nate here wash him up at the Western.
0:37:26 > 0:37:27I do like me a pineapple.
0:37:27 > 0:37:29How about you?
0:37:31 > 0:37:33I like it good enough.
0:37:33 > 0:37:38Now, you see, this pineapple
0:37:38 > 0:37:43is a lascar brought here on the world's ocean currents.
0:37:43 > 0:37:45A piece of fruit is not a man.
0:37:46 > 0:37:50But it...it provides for a man, however, eh?
0:37:50 > 0:37:54Its cultivation, its shipping, its trade, and so...
0:37:54 > 0:37:58such fruits become part of our lives.
0:37:59 > 0:38:03Lascars, all their colour, plenty more besides.
0:38:03 > 0:38:05Not if working men in this city stay tight.
0:38:12 > 0:38:15Ah...you need to take a look about.
0:38:16 > 0:38:18There is a city out there
0:38:18 > 0:38:21tuned to cheer its Queen as she parades her way through it.
0:38:22 > 0:38:24But what is that Queen?
0:38:24 > 0:38:30She is an empress, but her empire is not solely England, boy.
0:38:31 > 0:38:33It is the world.
0:38:33 > 0:38:38And therefore the world comes to London,
0:38:38 > 0:38:41and London becomes the world.
0:38:41 > 0:38:45This is not because Englishmen are good or pretty...
0:38:46 > 0:38:50..but because we understood quicker than all
0:38:50 > 0:38:53good trade made for greater power.
0:38:54 > 0:38:58Power which you will always lack for, Roy,
0:38:58 > 0:39:05until you understand that there is but one boat afloat in this world, and it is this.
0:39:05 > 0:39:09- ROY GASPS - You roll with the future times...
0:39:09 > 0:39:13or the future times will roll over you.
0:39:13 > 0:39:14ROY GASPS
0:39:14 > 0:39:16BLOOD DRIPS
0:39:19 > 0:39:22It was a Burmese silk captain showed me that.
0:39:23 > 0:39:26Slip a knife between a man's ribs without him even feeling it.
0:39:26 > 0:39:28KNIFE SLASHES
0:39:31 > 0:39:36See what a man might learn if he opens his heart to the world, Roy?
0:39:42 > 0:39:45HE GASPS AND CHOKES
0:39:45 > 0:39:48But you, as we know, are an ignorant fellow.
0:39:50 > 0:39:54A man of the riverside, and yet you cannot so much as place
0:39:54 > 0:39:56a dead man in that river and get him lost.
0:39:56 > 0:40:00You need to weigh the cargo down, Roy,
0:40:00 > 0:40:02and let your tide help you through.
0:40:02 > 0:40:05Nate here knows how.
0:40:05 > 0:40:07I showed him.
0:40:07 > 0:40:08Yeah.
0:40:11 > 0:40:14You are going deep, my friend.
0:40:15 > 0:40:17Out into the estuary,
0:40:17 > 0:40:19the black river mouth...
0:40:22 > 0:40:25..the belly of the seas beyond.
0:40:25 > 0:40:28CHOKING
0:40:52 > 0:40:53You're the husband, are you not?
0:40:54 > 0:40:56I am, Doctor.
0:40:56 > 0:40:58What is it you want?
0:40:58 > 0:41:02Have you, er... Have you found the wherewithal?
0:41:02 > 0:41:04Of a kind.
0:41:06 > 0:41:08Well, I'll show you if you ask nice.
0:41:17 > 0:41:20Ssh! Ssh!
0:41:20 > 0:41:21MUFFLED SPEECH
0:41:21 > 0:41:23- Say what? - MUFFLED RESPONSE
0:41:23 > 0:41:24Oh, what do I want?
0:41:24 > 0:41:27Well, I want you to help her as you contracted to do.
0:41:27 > 0:41:28MUFFLED SPEECH
0:41:28 > 0:41:31Are you really going to quibble with a pistol in your mouth?
0:41:31 > 0:41:34You don't do this, I will kill you.
0:41:34 > 0:41:36How does that sound?
0:41:36 > 0:41:38MUFFLED SPEECH
0:41:42 > 0:41:45There is no time, however. It...it is but hours away.
0:41:45 > 0:41:46I... I... I can't.
0:41:46 > 0:41:48The men....the laundry.
0:41:48 > 0:41:50The plan cannot work.
0:41:50 > 0:41:52Well, there's a new plan, however.
0:41:54 > 0:41:56Now, it's you the prison governor's going to look to
0:41:56 > 0:41:59- for confirmation of her death, correct?- Uh-huh.
0:42:06 > 0:42:08Mr Bloom.
0:42:08 > 0:42:09Mr Bloom!
0:42:12 > 0:42:14Will you explain something to me, sir?
0:42:14 > 0:42:15If I can.
0:42:15 > 0:42:17What is a golem?
0:42:17 > 0:42:19It may mean many things.
0:42:20 > 0:42:22An unformed being of human shape, but not human,
0:42:22 > 0:42:25a monster made by other men to protect or attack.
0:42:25 > 0:42:29Children of Whitechapel report seeing such a being, sir -
0:42:29 > 0:42:33a dark figure entering the rooms of the young, leaping from rooftops.
0:42:34 > 0:42:35My people have avid imaginations.
0:42:35 > 0:42:39Your people now imagine that figure to be yourself, Mr Bloom.
0:42:40 > 0:42:44But I am not strong. I have no athleticism.
0:42:44 > 0:42:47Why would I seek to frighten children?
0:42:47 > 0:42:48I... I am occupied!
0:42:48 > 0:42:51Do you know a man named Ratovski - a rabbi, also?
0:42:51 > 0:42:57Of course. Leon Ratovski's work on vector spaces has been deeply influential,
0:42:57 > 0:43:01but...but he... He is dead.
0:43:01 > 0:43:02How is he dead?
0:43:02 > 0:43:04- He... He is killed. - At whose hand?
0:43:04 > 0:43:06I believe you play games with me.
0:43:06 > 0:43:08Then tell me.
0:43:08 > 0:43:11By my hand, so it is said.
0:43:11 > 0:43:13And do you deny it?
0:43:13 > 0:43:16- I was not believed. - Will you deny it now?
0:43:16 > 0:43:18What is the use?
0:43:18 > 0:43:20I might believe you!
0:43:28 > 0:43:34Your instinct as regards the tidal patterns...
0:43:35 > 0:43:37..your workings were sound.
0:43:37 > 0:43:42Such strong forces colliding, they will create a vortex.
0:43:43 > 0:43:50But the breakwater, this, er, pier, they have built houses the vortex.
0:43:50 > 0:43:53Gives it shape, drives it into the land.
0:43:57 > 0:43:59So the pier must be removed.
0:43:59 > 0:44:02That will not help. Pier, no pier, the vortex is made.
0:44:02 > 0:44:03This land...
0:44:03 > 0:44:05not to be lived on.
0:44:13 > 0:44:16Mr Bloom, please.
0:44:17 > 0:44:20Did you kill Leon Ratovski?
0:44:21 > 0:44:23Leon Ratovski was my friend.
0:44:23 > 0:44:25And did you know he was in Whitechapel?
0:44:25 > 0:44:26I did. He visited me.
0:44:26 > 0:44:29But he did not come to Whitechapel to visit me.
0:44:29 > 0:44:30Then why?
0:44:30 > 0:44:32To see another.
0:44:32 > 0:44:33He said, to right a wrong.
0:44:33 > 0:44:35A wrong? What kind?
0:44:35 > 0:44:38An abandonment, he said. A child.
0:44:38 > 0:44:39Which?
0:44:39 > 0:44:40I promised not to say.
0:44:42 > 0:44:44And I would not ask my friends to break an oath.
0:44:44 > 0:44:46And he left you then, yes?
0:44:46 > 0:44:48Mr Reid,
0:44:48 > 0:44:53I could no more kill Leon Ratovski
0:44:53 > 0:44:55than I could kill myself.
0:45:03 > 0:45:07Ah, Mr Drake. Kind of you to save me the trouble.
0:45:07 > 0:45:09You may take your prisoner back yourself.
0:45:09 > 0:45:13Mr Hafeez, sir, I am sorry.
0:45:15 > 0:45:16I am sorry.
0:45:16 > 0:45:21Yes, it is a sadness to cause such suffering without reward.
0:45:23 > 0:45:24He told you nothing, then?
0:45:24 > 0:45:27No, no. Too much, in fact.
0:45:28 > 0:45:31Anything I asked him, he screamed confirmation.
0:45:33 > 0:45:35Too eager to please, you see.
0:45:35 > 0:45:38And I never trust the word of a man who's too eager to please.
0:45:39 > 0:45:43Nah...no monster, he.
0:45:45 > 0:45:47Your prisoner, Inspector.
0:46:24 > 0:46:25Inspector.
0:46:27 > 0:46:28What?
0:46:28 > 0:46:31I didn't know what to do with him, sir. He waits in your office, therefore.
0:46:33 > 0:46:34Who does?
0:46:34 > 0:46:36Go and see.
0:46:49 > 0:46:51Hello, Bennet.
0:46:54 > 0:46:58And this you've done on nothing but the suspicion of one woman?
0:47:00 > 0:47:03A woman who... Forgive me, Mr Reid.
0:47:03 > 0:47:05I currently lack for energy and therefore tact,
0:47:05 > 0:47:09but this is the woman for whom you shamed your wife, is it not?
0:47:10 > 0:47:12I did warn you.
0:47:13 > 0:47:15What? You knew?
0:47:15 > 0:47:19You knew he was here, pushing his refined nose into work he had
0:47:19 > 0:47:23- long since abandoned? - Now, Drake, I merely told him... - Do not "now" me nothing, Jackson!
0:47:23 > 0:47:26I do not know why I should feel the slightest taken aback.
0:47:27 > 0:47:30The pair of you always were like two rats in a sack!
0:47:30 > 0:47:33- What did he tell you? - He told me nothing, Bennet.
0:47:33 > 0:47:35He made heavy point of it.
0:47:35 > 0:47:37Did he tell you how we made the case?
0:47:37 > 0:47:39No. As I am trying to say, I know nothing.
0:47:39 > 0:47:42Did he tell you about the clothes we found in Bloom's apartment?
0:47:42 > 0:47:47Your genius here took fingerprints from the white breast placket of his shirt.
0:47:48 > 0:47:49Quite so, Mr Reid, fingerprints.
0:47:49 > 0:47:52But accredited this time, given as evidence.
0:47:53 > 0:47:56The victim, Rabbi Ratovski's bloody fingerprints
0:47:56 > 0:47:58stuck on a shirt of Isaac Bloom.
0:48:00 > 0:48:03And not one word of denial did he make, Mr Reid.
0:48:03 > 0:48:04He did so to me.
0:48:05 > 0:48:09Did you know, Bennet, that Ratovski and Bloom were friends,
0:48:09 > 0:48:11students of mathematics together in Paris?
0:48:14 > 0:48:17Mr Reid, I do not think you may call me Bennet no longer.
0:48:17 > 0:48:21And I care not whether they were students of mathematics or cat shit together!
0:48:25 > 0:48:27Follow me, if you will, Mr Reid.
0:48:36 > 0:48:38Have a good butcher's at this, Mr Reid.
0:48:43 > 0:48:45What's this, compressor technology?
0:48:45 > 0:48:48It's a, er, evaporative cycle... ammonia, carbon dioxide, and ether.
0:48:48 > 0:48:51Listen to me, the both of you! I do not give
0:48:51 > 0:48:53two silent sods about the technology of it.
0:48:53 > 0:48:56This, Mr Reid, you should save your shock and awe for this.
0:49:02 > 0:49:05Now, we did not release such knowledge to the press,
0:49:05 > 0:49:07but you ask him what they are.
0:49:07 > 0:49:09What are they, Captain?
0:49:09 > 0:49:11Those are bite marks, Reid...
0:49:11 > 0:49:13flesh torn out with teeth.
0:49:19 > 0:49:22The case file, clause 15...read it.
0:49:26 > 0:49:31"Found beneath suspect's cot, one morsel of human flesh.
0:49:31 > 0:49:34"Weight one-and-a-half pounds as confirmed by Captain Jackson.
0:49:34 > 0:49:37"Characteristics consistent with that removed from victim's thorax."
0:49:38 > 0:49:39He will hang.
0:49:40 > 0:49:42He will.
0:49:46 > 0:49:47He won't be alone, neither.
0:49:49 > 0:49:51You will visit her at last, then?
0:49:53 > 0:49:56Yeah, last day on Earth - I believe I will.
0:51:18 > 0:51:20BELL TOLLS
0:51:47 > 0:51:49TRAPDOOR SLAMS OPEN
0:52:02 > 0:52:03BABY CRYING
0:52:03 > 0:52:06Please, please, Connor, it's for the best.
0:52:08 > 0:52:11A song, Rose, he likes a song.
0:52:11 > 0:52:14A pinch of cinnamon and brown sugar in hot milk.
0:52:15 > 0:52:17Take him.
0:52:17 > 0:52:19BABY WAILING
0:52:29 > 0:52:32Come, Miss S. You must ready yourself.
0:52:43 > 0:52:44BANGING ON DOOR
0:52:44 > 0:52:45DOOR OPENS
0:53:27 > 0:53:29The three of you in harness once again.
0:53:33 > 0:53:35I'm glad you shan't be lonely.
0:54:09 > 0:54:11MUTTERS TO HIMSELF
0:54:15 > 0:54:17TRAPDOOR SLAMS OPEN
0:55:07 > 0:55:08CHEERING
0:56:19 > 0:56:21Wrong corpse, Captain.
0:56:31 > 0:56:34Ow! Christ, Matthew, you might at least remove this contraption
0:56:34 > 0:56:35before you have at me.
0:56:51 > 0:56:54Don't ever die for real. Understand?
0:57:06 > 0:57:08THUNDER CRACKS
0:57:34 > 0:57:35It is true, then.
0:57:37 > 0:57:38It is.
0:57:39 > 0:57:42I hope you are not angered.
0:57:42 > 0:57:44Why would I feel anger, Mr Reid?
0:57:44 > 0:57:46My friend is home.
0:57:51 > 0:57:52What will you do for work?
0:57:54 > 0:57:56I haven't given it too much thought.
0:57:56 > 0:57:58Oh.
0:58:00 > 0:58:03It would not be so hard, I think, to have a warrant card made for you,
0:58:03 > 0:58:05should you wish it.
0:58:07 > 0:58:09Needs must, you would work under me, however.
0:58:11 > 0:58:15And the man, Bloom, that matter is shut.
0:58:17 > 0:58:20The men cannot see me challenged.
0:58:20 > 0:58:22Nor will I be.
0:58:28 > 0:58:33So, Mr Reid, what is your wish?
0:58:37 > 0:58:40Today you return to your duties at Leman Street.
0:58:40 > 0:58:43We are lucky indeed to have him back with us.
0:58:43 > 0:58:44Father!
0:58:44 > 0:58:47- Tommy Riggs, a runaway.- What possessed you to come back here?
0:58:47 > 0:58:50REID: 'I have questions of the workhouse.
0:58:50 > 0:58:52'I know a boy in its care may die.'
0:58:52 > 0:58:54- DRAKE:- 'You are going beyond here.'
0:58:54 > 0:58:56- MAN:- There is no hope for him.