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-JACKSON: -Those are bite marks. Flesh torn out with teeth. | 0:00:05 | 0:00:07 | |
-This was Bennet Drake's seat? -It was. | 0:00:07 | 0:00:10 | |
As I understand it, the doctors have passed you fit, Inspector. | 0:00:11 | 0:00:16 | |
There is a savaged man found. | 0:00:16 | 0:00:19 | |
Gustus, I have not... | 0:00:19 | 0:00:20 | |
You have been good, have you not? | 0:00:20 | 0:00:21 | |
I have. | 0:00:21 | 0:00:23 | |
REID: Two small boys alone and orphaned. | 0:00:23 | 0:00:25 | |
The woman's name, Guluba, was the word he used for Dove. | 0:00:25 | 0:00:30 | |
What does Mr Dove's brother do? | 0:00:30 | 0:00:32 | |
Reid believed him to have been the killer. | 0:00:32 | 0:00:34 | |
-DOVE: -I could never hurt you, Nathaniel. | 0:00:39 | 0:00:41 | |
You will live quiet, easy... | 0:00:44 | 0:00:45 | |
..until all that may harm us will be put to rest. | 0:00:46 | 0:00:49 | |
Thank you, Gustus. | 0:00:49 | 0:00:52 | |
RUSTLING | 0:01:32 | 0:01:33 | |
CART RUMBLES | 0:02:52 | 0:02:54 | |
Whoa, boy. Whoa. Steady. | 0:03:00 | 0:03:03 | |
DRIVER COUGHS | 0:03:05 | 0:03:07 | |
Morning, Mr Sumner. | 0:03:10 | 0:03:11 | |
SUMNER COUGHS | 0:03:12 | 0:03:14 | |
Are you feeling any better? | 0:03:15 | 0:03:17 | |
Fat ones today. | 0:03:21 | 0:03:22 | |
HE SIGHS | 0:03:22 | 0:03:23 | |
Aye. | 0:03:23 | 0:03:25 | |
SUMNER COUGHS | 0:03:28 | 0:03:29 | |
Mr Sumner, | 0:03:33 | 0:03:35 | |
um... | 0:03:35 | 0:03:36 | |
I got some jam. | 0:03:39 | 0:03:40 | |
It's blackcurrant. | 0:03:40 | 0:03:41 | |
I've got plenty. | 0:03:42 | 0:03:44 | |
It's time for market. | 0:03:45 | 0:03:47 | |
Morning to ye. | 0:03:47 | 0:03:49 | |
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah. | 0:03:52 | 0:03:54 | |
Hup, hup. | 0:03:54 | 0:03:56 | |
Hup. | 0:03:57 | 0:03:58 | |
Come on. | 0:04:03 | 0:04:05 | |
Good boy. | 0:04:05 | 0:04:07 | |
Good boy, good boy. Go on. Go on. | 0:04:07 | 0:04:09 | |
ALARM CLOCK RINGS | 0:04:52 | 0:04:54 | |
FOX SCREECHES | 0:05:04 | 0:05:07 | |
DAWN CHORUS | 0:05:14 | 0:05:16 | |
SUMNER COUGHS | 0:05:57 | 0:05:59 | |
Tinned peaches. | 0:06:14 | 0:06:16 | |
Some lemonade. | 0:06:17 | 0:06:20 | |
Edmund Reid. | 0:06:24 | 0:06:25 | |
Gustus, have you... | 0:06:27 | 0:06:28 | |
Not yet. | 0:06:28 | 0:06:29 | |
He is hunted. | 0:06:29 | 0:06:31 | |
Potted meat. | 0:06:33 | 0:06:34 | |
Apples. | 0:06:34 | 0:06:36 | |
Cheese. | 0:06:39 | 0:06:40 | |
He has borne your sins for the world, Nathaniel. | 0:06:43 | 0:06:46 | |
How it has to be, brother. | 0:06:46 | 0:06:48 | |
Mr Sumner, he's... | 0:06:56 | 0:06:58 | |
..he's not called for his eels. | 0:06:59 | 0:07:01 | |
Perhaps he has no want for 'em today. | 0:07:01 | 0:07:04 | |
He told me his cottage was just downriver. | 0:07:04 | 0:07:06 | |
I thought, erm... | 0:07:10 | 0:07:11 | |
I thought to take his eels to him. | 0:07:13 | 0:07:16 | |
He has been poorly, you see. | 0:07:16 | 0:07:18 | |
Did you, now? | 0:07:18 | 0:07:20 | |
Gustus... | 0:07:21 | 0:07:22 | |
..since I've been here, I've not seen a single soul but Mr Sumner. | 0:07:24 | 0:07:29 | |
This life here, it is only until Edmund Reid is reckoned for. | 0:07:29 | 0:07:33 | |
But until then, it is the best life I can make for you. | 0:07:33 | 0:07:36 | |
You have done me a kindness, Gustus, I know it, | 0:07:36 | 0:07:39 | |
but he will be reckoned for when? | 0:07:39 | 0:07:40 | |
Reid is hunted and will be found. | 0:07:40 | 0:07:42 | |
But while he puts his snout to the very cobbles of Whitechapel | 0:07:42 | 0:07:45 | |
for scent of you and sniffs at who knows what trail beyond, | 0:07:45 | 0:07:48 | |
it is best you keep to yourself, is it not? | 0:07:48 | 0:07:51 | |
I shall bring books for you. | 0:07:53 | 0:07:56 | |
You might visit with...with the pup. | 0:07:59 | 0:08:01 | |
The pup? | 0:08:03 | 0:08:04 | |
Yeah, your boy, Connor. | 0:08:04 | 0:08:05 | |
Makes him my nephew, does it not? | 0:08:05 | 0:08:07 | |
Come to the house tonight. | 0:08:10 | 0:08:12 | |
Dinner. | 0:08:13 | 0:08:14 | |
Hm. | 0:08:14 | 0:08:15 | |
I'll collect you. | 0:08:15 | 0:08:16 | |
Mr Sumner shall come for his eels tomorrow, I have no doubt. | 0:08:19 | 0:08:23 | |
No need trouble him before. | 0:08:25 | 0:08:27 | |
It's good food, Gustus. | 0:08:55 | 0:08:57 | |
Very good. | 0:08:58 | 0:08:59 | |
-Here. -No! | 0:09:08 | 0:09:10 | |
Leave him be, Nathaniel. | 0:09:12 | 0:09:15 | |
The pup needs help, is all. | 0:09:17 | 0:09:20 | |
Look. | 0:09:26 | 0:09:27 | |
It's like this... | 0:09:28 | 0:09:31 | |
you see? | 0:09:31 | 0:09:32 | |
The hunger... | 0:09:34 | 0:09:36 | |
Gustus. | 0:09:36 | 0:09:38 | |
There are days I feel it... | 0:09:41 | 0:09:43 | |
..abate... | 0:09:44 | 0:09:45 | |
..and then it is there... | 0:09:49 | 0:09:51 | |
..blade catching glint... | 0:09:54 | 0:09:56 | |
..black in my blood again. | 0:09:58 | 0:10:00 | |
Do you think... | 0:10:02 | 0:10:03 | |
Do you think some day it will have gone? | 0:10:05 | 0:10:08 | |
Yes, Brother. | 0:10:10 | 0:10:12 | |
I want to be better... | 0:10:12 | 0:10:14 | |
..Gustus. | 0:10:15 | 0:10:17 | |
There are doctors of the mind, Nathaniel. | 0:10:17 | 0:10:22 | |
After Reid is done with, | 0:10:24 | 0:10:26 | |
we will see the finest. | 0:10:26 | 0:10:28 | |
Thank you, Gustus. | 0:10:30 | 0:10:31 | |
Every day we spend imprisoned here... | 0:10:45 | 0:10:49 | |
..the streets beyond these walls turn fiercer against us. | 0:10:51 | 0:10:54 | |
Every resident of this borough made into Shine's henchman. | 0:10:57 | 0:11:02 | |
Oh, this ain't a jail, Reid. | 0:11:03 | 0:11:05 | |
In jail, you get more sunlight. | 0:11:06 | 0:11:08 | |
My playhouse is not your waste basket, Mr Reid, | 0:11:08 | 0:11:10 | |
and if jail seems preferable, Captain, | 0:11:10 | 0:11:12 | |
do please feel most free to relocate yourself. | 0:11:12 | 0:11:15 | |
KNOCK AT DOOR | 0:11:15 | 0:11:17 | |
LATCH CLICKS | 0:11:24 | 0:11:26 | |
DOOR CREAKS | 0:11:28 | 0:11:30 | |
GUN COCKS | 0:11:30 | 0:11:32 | |
Howdy, Thatcher. | 0:11:33 | 0:11:34 | |
You have something? Tell me you have something. | 0:11:34 | 0:11:36 | |
I searched reports of murders, of woundings. | 0:11:36 | 0:11:39 | |
There's naught so much as resembles the animal method. | 0:11:39 | 0:11:41 | |
He...he has not killed again. | 0:11:41 | 0:11:43 | |
Well, maybe, erm... Well, maybe Dove finally put him in the ground, | 0:11:43 | 0:11:47 | |
you know, to...to protect himself. | 0:11:47 | 0:11:50 | |
No. No, the bond between them. He would not. I know it. | 0:11:50 | 0:11:54 | |
She's right. | 0:11:54 | 0:11:56 | |
You could have warned us about the bounty, Thatcher. | 0:11:56 | 0:11:58 | |
Shine don't confide in me his stratagems, Captain. | 0:11:58 | 0:12:01 | |
The first I heard of it...was this. | 0:12:01 | 0:12:05 | |
This is a hell of an informant we have, huh? | 0:12:05 | 0:12:07 | |
My apologies. | 0:12:07 | 0:12:08 | |
Sergeant Thatcher, your efforts are invaluable and we are grateful for them. | 0:12:10 | 0:12:15 | |
Oh, eternally so. | 0:12:15 | 0:12:16 | |
Best make my way. | 0:12:19 | 0:12:21 | |
DOG BARKS | 0:12:27 | 0:12:28 | |
Do you imagine making the boy feel an ass | 0:12:28 | 0:12:30 | |
will inspire loyalty and diligence? | 0:12:30 | 0:12:33 | |
Perhaps you should leave managing policemen to me. | 0:12:33 | 0:12:36 | |
If we have need of an informant in a brothel, | 0:12:36 | 0:12:39 | |
I have no doubt your expertise will prove invaluable. | 0:12:39 | 0:12:42 | |
You may not think me ally, but we are nonetheless, for now, cell mates. | 0:12:42 | 0:12:45 | |
Miss Hart, do you not understand why... | 0:12:45 | 0:12:48 | |
Oh, I understand more than you can know, Mr Reid, | 0:12:48 | 0:12:50 | |
and I have given you my word I will make it right with your daughter. | 0:12:50 | 0:12:54 | |
I will make it right. | 0:12:54 | 0:12:57 | |
Mr Sumner? | 0:13:05 | 0:13:06 | |
Sorry, erm... | 0:13:15 | 0:13:17 | |
..is he here? | 0:13:19 | 0:13:20 | |
My father, he had been poorly for some time. | 0:13:20 | 0:13:24 | |
Oh. | 0:13:26 | 0:13:27 | |
I brought eels. | 0:13:27 | 0:13:29 | |
Yes, you did. Wanting pay, then? | 0:13:30 | 0:13:34 | |
No. Money? No, no. | 0:13:34 | 0:13:36 | |
Erm, it's just... | 0:13:36 | 0:13:38 | |
Take the eels. | 0:13:42 | 0:13:44 | |
GRUNTING | 0:13:47 | 0:13:49 | |
Caleb. Robin. | 0:13:52 | 0:13:54 | |
Mr... | 0:13:55 | 0:13:56 | |
Nathaniel. | 0:13:57 | 0:14:00 | |
..Nathaniel fished our eels. Wishes to pay respects. | 0:14:01 | 0:14:04 | |
Dig, boy. | 0:14:09 | 0:14:11 | |
HE GROANS | 0:14:12 | 0:14:14 | |
I can help with that. | 0:14:14 | 0:14:16 | |
Thank you, Nathaniel. | 0:14:47 | 0:14:48 | |
May we offer you supper? | 0:14:50 | 0:14:52 | |
No. | 0:14:52 | 0:14:53 | |
I must be getting back. | 0:14:54 | 0:14:56 | |
It's no banquet but there is stew and potato, | 0:14:56 | 0:15:00 | |
a full belly for your hard work. | 0:15:00 | 0:15:01 | |
Thank you. | 0:15:09 | 0:15:10 | |
You're the man of the house now, Caleb, | 0:15:27 | 0:15:30 | |
and of the business. | 0:15:30 | 0:15:32 | |
I'll need help, Pru. | 0:15:32 | 0:15:33 | |
Of course. | 0:15:33 | 0:15:35 | |
A family pulls together, does it not, Robin? | 0:15:35 | 0:15:38 | |
You'll help your uncle, won't you? | 0:15:38 | 0:15:41 | |
-Pour the gin, boy. -Yes, Uncle. | 0:15:41 | 0:15:43 | |
Good lad. | 0:15:47 | 0:15:49 | |
Father used to go upriver for his eels. | 0:15:55 | 0:15:58 | |
Then you appeared overnight, like a toadstool. | 0:15:58 | 0:16:02 | |
Oh, I, erm... | 0:16:06 | 0:16:08 | |
HE CLEARS HIS THROAT | 0:16:08 | 0:16:09 | |
..I used to live by another river. | 0:16:11 | 0:16:13 | |
How did you come upon the cottage? | 0:16:15 | 0:16:17 | |
It was abandoned, I thought. | 0:16:17 | 0:16:19 | |
Erm... | 0:16:19 | 0:16:21 | |
My brother. | 0:16:23 | 0:16:24 | |
A brother? Does he fish also? | 0:16:24 | 0:16:27 | |
No, he is, erm... | 0:16:27 | 0:16:29 | |
HE CLEARS HIS THROAT | 0:16:29 | 0:16:31 | |
He's far away. | 0:16:32 | 0:16:34 | |
Took a ship west. | 0:16:34 | 0:16:37 | |
Our father, see, he, erm... | 0:16:37 | 0:16:38 | |
He...he died. | 0:16:39 | 0:16:41 | |
Then let us say a prayer for both our fathers. | 0:16:44 | 0:16:47 | |
May they rest at peace. | 0:16:51 | 0:16:53 | |
Now eat up, all of you. | 0:16:56 | 0:16:58 | |
BOTTLE UNCORKED | 0:17:02 | 0:17:04 | |
DRINK POURS | 0:17:04 | 0:17:06 | |
CART RUMBLES | 0:17:08 | 0:17:09 | |
Miss Sumner. | 0:17:21 | 0:17:22 | |
Excuse my lateness, Nathaniel. | 0:17:25 | 0:17:28 | |
My brother Caleb is not well this morning. | 0:17:28 | 0:17:32 | |
-COINS CLINK -Mama, did you ask him? | 0:17:32 | 0:17:35 | |
Robin, please. | 0:17:35 | 0:17:37 | |
Nathaniel, without Caleb, I.. | 0:17:39 | 0:17:42 | |
Robin and I shall struggle to manage the stall by ourselves. | 0:17:43 | 0:17:46 | |
If there was any way you could... | 0:17:46 | 0:17:48 | |
I mean to say, there'd be coin in it, of course. | 0:17:48 | 0:17:53 | |
Selling fish? | 0:17:54 | 0:17:55 | |
Yes, sir. | 0:17:55 | 0:17:56 | |
In Whitechapel? | 0:17:59 | 0:18:01 | |
I should not. | 0:18:02 | 0:18:04 | |
-Whitechapel, it's... -No matter. | 0:18:05 | 0:18:07 | |
We shall manage, shan't we, Robin? | 0:18:09 | 0:18:12 | |
Good day, Nathaniel. | 0:18:14 | 0:18:16 | |
Miss Sumner! | 0:18:20 | 0:18:21 | |
You're a quiet one, aren't you? | 0:18:33 | 0:18:35 | |
What should I say? | 0:18:37 | 0:18:38 | |
Most folk talk too much. | 0:18:39 | 0:18:41 | |
The, erm... | 0:18:47 | 0:18:48 | |
..the boy's father? | 0:18:49 | 0:18:51 | |
The typhus. | 0:18:53 | 0:18:55 | |
Robin was barely born. | 0:18:55 | 0:18:58 | |
I had practice enough at mothering, though. | 0:18:59 | 0:19:01 | |
Mine died bearing Caleb. | 0:19:01 | 0:19:03 | |
Caleb was my babe before Robin came along. | 0:19:03 | 0:19:07 | |
Caleb wailed when Robin was born. | 0:19:07 | 0:19:08 | |
Think he thought he'd lose me too. | 0:19:08 | 0:19:11 | |
Every boy needs their mother. | 0:19:15 | 0:19:16 | |
METAL BANGS | 0:19:20 | 0:19:22 | |
VENDORS SHOUT | 0:19:23 | 0:19:26 | |
Nathaniel, can you help with the brazier? | 0:19:26 | 0:19:28 | |
VENDORS SHOUT | 0:19:35 | 0:19:37 | |
Fresh fish! Fresh fish! | 0:19:49 | 0:19:52 | |
Best in Whitechapel! | 0:19:52 | 0:19:54 | |
Fresh fish! Fresh fish! | 0:19:54 | 0:19:57 | |
Eels and pike and carp and perch! | 0:19:57 | 0:20:00 | |
Fresh fish! | 0:20:02 | 0:20:03 | |
Morning, Inspector. The usual? | 0:20:03 | 0:20:04 | |
This stall 'ere, no eels better. | 0:20:04 | 0:20:07 | |
Two portion of eels, if you please, lad. | 0:20:07 | 0:20:09 | |
Coming up, Mr Thatcher. | 0:20:09 | 0:20:12 | |
Fresh fish! | 0:20:15 | 0:20:17 | |
Fresh fish! | 0:20:18 | 0:20:20 | |
-THATCHER: -Much obliged, lad. | 0:20:20 | 0:20:22 | |
-All well today, Mr Thatcher? -Yeah, Robin. All well. | 0:20:22 | 0:20:25 | |
It's just, erm... police business, is all. | 0:20:25 | 0:20:28 | |
See you tomorrow, Mr Thatcher. | 0:20:28 | 0:20:30 | |
Will you wrap this tail for me, please, Nathaniel? | 0:20:31 | 0:20:33 | |
Fresh fish! Fresh fish! | 0:20:33 | 0:20:36 | |
Eels and pike and carp and perch, best in Whitechapel! | 0:20:36 | 0:20:42 | |
Fresh fish! | 0:20:43 | 0:20:45 | |
Thank you for your help, Nathaniel. | 0:20:52 | 0:20:53 | |
If you have need of a little extra coin, | 0:20:54 | 0:20:57 | |
we have need for an extra pair of hands. | 0:20:57 | 0:20:59 | |
-Happy to help. -Then we're both happy. | 0:21:00 | 0:21:03 | |
Walk on. | 0:21:09 | 0:21:11 | |
VENDORS SHOUT | 0:21:23 | 0:21:24 | |
-Let Nathaniel do that. -I always chop for the stew. | 0:21:28 | 0:21:31 | |
I need you out front till Robin's back from the knife-sharpener. | 0:21:31 | 0:21:34 | |
Nathaniel's a quicker blade. | 0:21:34 | 0:21:36 | |
Carp and eels! Pike and perch! Who wants a good fish supper? | 0:21:43 | 0:21:47 | |
Four pence. | 0:21:54 | 0:21:55 | |
COINS CLINK | 0:21:57 | 0:21:59 | |
Always overcharge the bloody Hebrews. | 0:22:02 | 0:22:04 | |
Carp and eels! | 0:22:10 | 0:22:12 | |
Carp and eels! | 0:22:12 | 0:22:13 | |
CLOCK TICKS | 0:22:13 | 0:22:15 | |
For flavour. | 0:22:44 | 0:22:46 | |
No! Stop! He's snatched the money! | 0:22:51 | 0:22:54 | |
SHE GASPS | 0:22:54 | 0:22:56 | |
-HE GROANS -This man? | 0:23:06 | 0:23:08 | |
Money. | 0:23:09 | 0:23:11 | |
Money! | 0:23:11 | 0:23:13 | |
BONES CRUNCH, MAN SCREAMS | 0:23:17 | 0:23:19 | |
What's afoot 'ere? Oi! Back here with you! | 0:23:25 | 0:23:28 | |
-WHISTLE BLOWS -Go on, get after him! | 0:23:28 | 0:23:31 | |
Nathaniel? | 0:23:47 | 0:23:48 | |
You left this. | 0:23:53 | 0:23:54 | |
Thank you, Robin. | 0:23:56 | 0:23:58 | |
Here. | 0:23:59 | 0:24:00 | |
Why did you go? | 0:24:06 | 0:24:08 | |
Because, erm... | 0:24:10 | 0:24:11 | |
..I was afraid, boy. | 0:24:16 | 0:24:18 | |
But you're strong. | 0:24:21 | 0:24:24 | |
-That's silly. -SCOFFS | 0:24:25 | 0:24:28 | |
Is this where you fish the eels? | 0:24:38 | 0:24:41 | |
Mm-hm. | 0:24:41 | 0:24:42 | |
Will you show me? | 0:24:46 | 0:24:47 | |
Now, right... | 0:24:53 | 0:24:55 | |
HE GRUNTS | 0:24:56 | 0:24:58 | |
..hands, please. | 0:24:58 | 0:25:00 | |
There you are. There. | 0:25:01 | 0:25:04 | |
There you are. | 0:25:04 | 0:25:06 | |
Now, you put the bait in there. | 0:25:07 | 0:25:10 | |
There you are. | 0:25:11 | 0:25:13 | |
-Oh! -NATHANIEL CHUCKLES | 0:25:19 | 0:25:22 | |
He's a slippery fella, ain't he? | 0:25:22 | 0:25:25 | |
Right. | 0:25:25 | 0:25:26 | |
Robin? Robin. | 0:25:26 | 0:25:28 | |
Get yourself home. | 0:25:30 | 0:25:31 | |
Excuse the boy, Nathaniel. | 0:25:36 | 0:25:38 | |
No, there's naught to excuse. | 0:25:38 | 0:25:41 | |
Oh, look. | 0:25:44 | 0:25:46 | |
Take that one home. Cook it for your supper. | 0:25:46 | 0:25:49 | |
It's... | 0:25:49 | 0:25:51 | |
It's the cooking. | 0:25:51 | 0:25:53 | |
Huh. He can catch 'em by the dozen, but he can't skin and gut 'em for toffee. | 0:25:53 | 0:25:57 | |
Well, it's time you learned, sir. | 0:25:58 | 0:26:00 | |
Here. You have a go. | 0:26:17 | 0:26:19 | |
No, like this. | 0:26:26 | 0:26:27 | |
That's it. | 0:26:33 | 0:26:34 | |
When Robin was just born, I was, erm... | 0:26:50 | 0:26:53 | |
heating his milk on the stove and... | 0:26:53 | 0:26:55 | |
..I was very tired, you see. | 0:26:57 | 0:26:58 | |
I'm sorry for running, Miss Sumner. | 0:27:07 | 0:27:10 | |
From the market. | 0:27:13 | 0:27:14 | |
It's none of my business. | 0:27:14 | 0:27:16 | |
You'd already done plenty. | 0:27:17 | 0:27:18 | |
Well, perhaps you'll see fit to call me Prudence. | 0:27:22 | 0:27:25 | |
Pru, if it's preferred. | 0:27:26 | 0:27:28 | |
I like Prudence. | 0:27:33 | 0:27:35 | |
WIND WHISTLES | 0:27:43 | 0:27:45 | |
Was it your father who taught you to fish? | 0:27:45 | 0:27:47 | |
No. | 0:27:49 | 0:27:50 | |
The man who raised us... | 0:27:54 | 0:27:55 | |
..my brother and me, he, erm... | 0:27:57 | 0:27:59 | |
..he was not my father. | 0:28:00 | 0:28:02 | |
Was he kind? | 0:28:04 | 0:28:05 | |
For a time. | 0:28:08 | 0:28:10 | |
My papa was, before. | 0:28:13 | 0:28:15 | |
He was a farmer, see. We...we had a farm. | 0:28:17 | 0:28:20 | |
Where was that? | 0:28:20 | 0:28:21 | |
Another country. | 0:28:21 | 0:28:23 | |
Far away. | 0:28:25 | 0:28:27 | |
We had tulips. | 0:28:34 | 0:28:36 | |
Poppies. | 0:28:37 | 0:28:39 | |
Yellow stonecrop. | 0:28:40 | 0:28:42 | |
Meadow of... | 0:28:44 | 0:28:45 | |
..pink cornflower... | 0:28:47 | 0:28:48 | |
..and bush crickets sang in the mint fields | 0:28:51 | 0:28:53 | |
and leaf beetles was like... | 0:28:53 | 0:28:57 | |
..like jewels on the corn blades. | 0:28:59 | 0:29:02 | |
I was happy. | 0:29:06 | 0:29:07 | |
I think, erm... | 0:29:10 | 0:29:11 | |
..I always would have been happy. | 0:29:12 | 0:29:14 | |
Why did you leave? | 0:29:17 | 0:29:18 | |
Men came with fire... | 0:29:23 | 0:29:25 | |
..burned the farm... | 0:29:26 | 0:29:28 | |
..burned our home... | 0:29:29 | 0:29:31 | |
..and the village. | 0:29:32 | 0:29:33 | |
Why? | 0:29:35 | 0:29:36 | |
Well, they came to kill all our people, | 0:29:36 | 0:29:39 | |
cos we was... | 0:29:39 | 0:29:41 | |
We was different to 'em, you see? | 0:29:41 | 0:29:43 | |
Papa's blood was still on the tulips | 0:29:46 | 0:29:48 | |
and...and the men, they was... | 0:29:48 | 0:29:50 | |
..they was laughing. | 0:29:53 | 0:29:55 | |
WIND WHISTLES | 0:29:55 | 0:29:57 | |
Mama ran with us to the cart... | 0:29:57 | 0:29:59 | |
..put us under burlap. | 0:30:01 | 0:30:03 | |
It was dark. | 0:30:06 | 0:30:08 | |
Just screams and hooves. | 0:30:11 | 0:30:14 | |
Who did this? | 0:30:22 | 0:30:24 | |
My brother is... | 0:30:29 | 0:30:31 | |
-He is protective. -Caleb? | 0:30:32 | 0:30:34 | |
He cares for his family but... | 0:30:34 | 0:30:36 | |
..when he drinks, his...his temper... | 0:30:37 | 0:30:40 | |
Caleb blames himself for Mother. | 0:30:49 | 0:30:52 | |
When I fell pregnant, he held my arm to the stove and... | 0:30:55 | 0:30:58 | |
It was only because he was scared he'd lose me too. | 0:31:00 | 0:31:03 | |
He's a good boy. | 0:31:08 | 0:31:10 | |
Nathaniel, he's a...he's a good boy. | 0:31:10 | 0:31:13 | |
He loves me and... | 0:31:13 | 0:31:15 | |
..I love him. | 0:31:16 | 0:31:18 | |
Right, I...I'd best get back. | 0:31:21 | 0:31:23 | |
WIND WHISTLES | 0:31:26 | 0:31:28 | |
Thank you for... | 0:31:29 | 0:31:31 | |
..your company, Prudence. | 0:31:33 | 0:31:35 | |
You are... | 0:31:42 | 0:31:43 | |
..very kind. | 0:31:46 | 0:31:48 | |
You do not need to be so alone, Nathaniel. | 0:31:49 | 0:31:51 | |
WIND WHISTLES | 0:31:57 | 0:31:59 | |
Would you care for a biscuit with your tea, Mr Dove? | 0:32:09 | 0:32:11 | |
No, thank you, and I apologise once more for the hour, | 0:32:11 | 0:32:15 | |
but I felt this was a matter best not delayed. | 0:32:15 | 0:32:17 | |
Miss Reid. | 0:32:19 | 0:32:21 | |
When you chose to give me that letter from your father, | 0:32:21 | 0:32:24 | |
you performed a noble act for the policing of this borough. | 0:32:24 | 0:32:27 | |
Please excuse my question, but... | 0:32:27 | 0:32:29 | |
..do you regret that noble act? | 0:32:31 | 0:32:32 | |
Regret it? | 0:32:32 | 0:32:35 | |
Well, fugitive he may be, but Mr Reid remains your father. | 0:32:35 | 0:32:39 | |
He does, but... | 0:32:41 | 0:32:42 | |
..I did what I felt was right, | 0:32:44 | 0:32:46 | |
even though what is right is not always what is easy. | 0:32:46 | 0:32:50 | |
I would just like to know the truth, Mr Dove, once and for all. | 0:32:52 | 0:32:55 | |
Thank you, Miss Reid. | 0:32:57 | 0:32:58 | |
You will perhaps understand the necessity of my questioning | 0:32:59 | 0:33:02 | |
and my satisfaction at your answer | 0:33:02 | 0:33:04 | |
when I explain the purpose of my visit. | 0:33:04 | 0:33:07 | |
Mr Drummond, I wish to offer you a promotion. | 0:33:07 | 0:33:11 | |
Ohh... | 0:33:11 | 0:33:13 | |
Oh, Mr Dove, I...I don't know what... | 0:33:13 | 0:33:16 | |
I mean...to say thank you. | 0:33:16 | 0:33:18 | |
No gratitude required. | 0:33:18 | 0:33:19 | |
It would be dereliction of my duty to permit abilities such as yours | 0:33:19 | 0:33:22 | |
to go undernourished and unrewarded, | 0:33:22 | 0:33:24 | |
Inspector Drummond. | 0:33:24 | 0:33:26 | |
Miss Reid, a toast. | 0:33:26 | 0:33:27 | |
Yes, of course. | 0:33:27 | 0:33:29 | |
I see great things ahead for you, Samuel Drummond. | 0:33:30 | 0:33:33 | |
Mr Shine may be the present of Leman Street, but you are its future. | 0:33:33 | 0:33:36 | |
I expect the Yard itself shall be calling before long. | 0:33:36 | 0:33:38 | |
In fact, I shall see to it. | 0:33:38 | 0:33:39 | |
Of course, there will be a raise in wage | 0:33:39 | 0:33:41 | |
commensurate with your new standing, which I expect may come useful | 0:33:41 | 0:33:45 | |
for young sweethearts perhaps considering their own home and, well... | 0:33:45 | 0:33:49 | |
..to your future. | 0:33:51 | 0:33:53 | |
Demotion? | 0:33:57 | 0:33:59 | |
Sir? Mr Shine? | 0:34:00 | 0:34:02 | |
Oh, it is, Thatcher. | 0:34:02 | 0:34:05 | |
-It very much so is. -The bloody desk, sir? | 0:34:05 | 0:34:07 | |
Watch your tongue, Desk Sergeant. | 0:34:07 | 0:34:10 | |
The good Commissioner Dove has high hopes for Drummond, | 0:34:10 | 0:34:14 | |
and the good Inspector Shine has low, very low hopes, for you. | 0:34:14 | 0:34:19 | |
HE GRUNTS | 0:34:19 | 0:34:21 | |
So, get out of that peacocking ponce frock | 0:34:21 | 0:34:24 | |
and into that there tunic. | 0:34:24 | 0:34:27 | |
Get to it, Desk Sergeant! | 0:34:29 | 0:34:31 | |
Thank you, Gustus. | 0:34:49 | 0:34:50 | |
I would not have you without entertainments. | 0:34:50 | 0:34:52 | |
Though perhaps you have not been so without entertainments as I supposed. | 0:34:57 | 0:35:01 | |
Miss Sumner. | 0:35:12 | 0:35:13 | |
Miss Sumner? | 0:35:13 | 0:35:15 | |
Yes. The fish-seller's daughter. | 0:35:15 | 0:35:17 | |
Mr Sumner is dead, Gustus. | 0:35:18 | 0:35:21 | |
No, I...I never. | 0:35:21 | 0:35:24 | |
He was...he was poorly, is all, | 0:35:24 | 0:35:26 | |
and she...she was kind. | 0:35:26 | 0:35:30 | |
Kind, is she? | 0:35:30 | 0:35:32 | |
How often has Miss Sumner afforded you her kindness? | 0:35:32 | 0:35:34 | |
And what have you afforded her in return? | 0:35:34 | 0:35:36 | |
Naught, Gustus. I...I swear it. | 0:35:36 | 0:35:38 | |
I only helped her with the, erm...with the fishes, is all. | 0:35:40 | 0:35:43 | |
You... | 0:35:50 | 0:35:51 | |
you went to market? | 0:35:51 | 0:35:53 | |
No, erm...I meant... | 0:35:55 | 0:35:57 | |
Do not lie to me! | 0:35:57 | 0:35:59 | |
Forgive me, Gustus. | 0:36:02 | 0:36:03 | |
This life, however... | 0:36:07 | 0:36:10 | |
..it is a kind of prison. | 0:36:13 | 0:36:14 | |
You talk to me of prison. | 0:36:14 | 0:36:17 | |
But I swear you will never know a true prison, | 0:36:17 | 0:36:19 | |
because if you are found and caught for what you've done, | 0:36:19 | 0:36:21 | |
your feet shall scarcely scrape a cell-room floor | 0:36:21 | 0:36:23 | |
before they dangle through the noose-man's trap. | 0:36:23 | 0:36:26 | |
And what do you think would become of me? | 0:36:26 | 0:36:28 | |
Would you cheerily see me on a rope beside you, | 0:36:30 | 0:36:31 | |
when all I sought was to keep my brother safe? | 0:36:31 | 0:36:34 | |
I only wanted... | 0:36:34 | 0:36:36 | |
You want a girl? I can get you a girl! | 0:36:36 | 0:36:37 | |
-No, it's not like... -But you talk to me! | 0:36:37 | 0:36:40 | |
Not some scale-fingered barrow-wailer. | 0:36:40 | 0:36:41 | |
No, not that. Prudence is not... | 0:36:41 | 0:36:44 | |
I asked. Is even that too much for you to afford me, | 0:36:44 | 0:36:46 | |
while I endeavour to clean up the blood | 0:36:46 | 0:36:48 | |
with which you spattered Whitechapel? | 0:36:48 | 0:36:50 | |
HE SIGHS | 0:36:58 | 0:37:00 | |
To keep you safe, is all. | 0:37:04 | 0:37:06 | |
Don't you see that, Brother? | 0:37:08 | 0:37:10 | |
I see it, Gustus. | 0:37:14 | 0:37:16 | |
I see it. | 0:37:21 | 0:37:23 | |
TICKING | 0:37:25 | 0:37:27 | |
Mama! | 0:37:50 | 0:37:51 | |
Come here. | 0:37:54 | 0:37:55 | |
Nathaniel. I did not expect to see you again. | 0:37:55 | 0:37:58 | |
What? I've been waiting for you. | 0:37:58 | 0:38:01 | |
Do you mean to harm us? | 0:38:01 | 0:38:02 | |
No. | 0:38:02 | 0:38:03 | |
Why would...why would you... | 0:38:03 | 0:38:05 | |
A policeman came here, Nathaniel, looking for you. | 0:38:05 | 0:38:08 | |
The police? | 0:38:08 | 0:38:09 | |
He said not to go near your cottage in case you came back. | 0:38:09 | 0:38:12 | |
Go inside, Robin. | 0:38:12 | 0:38:13 | |
What do you mean, came back? | 0:38:13 | 0:38:14 | |
He said you were a fugitive, a danger, | 0:38:14 | 0:38:16 | |
that you'd done things, that you'd killed. | 0:38:16 | 0:38:18 | |
Prudence... | 0:38:18 | 0:38:19 | |
He said you'd fled. That's why he came looking for you. | 0:38:19 | 0:38:22 | |
Get away from here! | 0:38:22 | 0:38:23 | |
The police inspector said you'd pissed off from these parts. | 0:38:23 | 0:38:26 | |
You should have stayed away. | 0:38:26 | 0:38:28 | |
-Caleb... -You leave us be, you hear me? | 0:38:29 | 0:38:31 | |
-Don't come back here! -Nathaniel! Please! | 0:38:31 | 0:38:35 | |
Go. | 0:38:35 | 0:38:36 | |
Please. | 0:38:40 | 0:38:42 | |
No. | 0:38:42 | 0:38:43 | |
CLOCK CHIMES | 0:39:12 | 0:39:14 | |
DOG BARKS | 0:39:20 | 0:39:22 | |
DOG BARKS | 0:39:22 | 0:39:24 | |
-Would you like a cup of tea, sir? -Thank you, Miss Chudleigh. | 0:39:24 | 0:39:26 | |
-DOG BARKS -Where is the boy? | 0:39:26 | 0:39:29 | |
He's at play in the garden with his animal, sir. | 0:39:29 | 0:39:32 | |
DOG BARKS | 0:39:32 | 0:39:34 | |
DOG BARKS | 0:39:35 | 0:39:37 | |
-DOG YELPS -Connor! | 0:39:39 | 0:39:40 | |
Miss Chudleigh. Miss Chudleigh! | 0:39:47 | 0:39:49 | |
-Take Connor inside. -Of course, Mr Dove. | 0:39:52 | 0:39:54 | |
DOOR CLOSES | 0:40:01 | 0:40:03 | |
Do you remember the cornfields after summer rain, Gustus? | 0:40:07 | 0:40:10 | |
And when the sun returned, | 0:40:11 | 0:40:14 | |
everything shining. | 0:40:14 | 0:40:16 | |
All the glittering blades... | 0:40:16 | 0:40:18 | |
..and I would cry at harvest to see 'em all cut down. | 0:40:22 | 0:40:26 | |
How did you get in here? | 0:40:28 | 0:40:30 | |
I came up a towpath. | 0:40:33 | 0:40:35 | |
Through the hedgerows. | 0:40:35 | 0:40:36 | |
I thought to visit you, | 0:40:38 | 0:40:40 | |
and I found the boy alone in the garden... | 0:40:40 | 0:40:42 | |
..and see how you looked at us. | 0:40:45 | 0:40:46 | |
The fear... | 0:40:48 | 0:40:50 | |
..as if I'd ever have it in me to harm him. | 0:40:51 | 0:40:53 | |
He was helping me choose some blooms, is all. | 0:40:54 | 0:40:58 | |
Blooms for Miss Sumner. | 0:40:59 | 0:41:01 | |
DOG BARKS | 0:41:01 | 0:41:02 | |
What you done, Gustus... | 0:41:02 | 0:41:04 | |
..that was unkind. | 0:41:07 | 0:41:09 | |
It was for your own good, Nathaniel. | 0:41:09 | 0:41:11 | |
And yours. | 0:41:12 | 0:41:14 | |
There is no difference. | 0:41:14 | 0:41:15 | |
You are my brother. | 0:41:15 | 0:41:17 | |
But you are not my keeper. | 0:41:18 | 0:41:20 | |
I will stay away from Whitechapel. | 0:41:21 | 0:41:24 | |
But you, Gustus, you must stay away from Prudence Sumner. | 0:41:24 | 0:41:28 | |
She is... | 0:41:29 | 0:41:31 | |
She is my friend. | 0:41:33 | 0:41:34 | |
All I ever did... | 0:41:38 | 0:41:39 | |
..was for protection of you. | 0:41:41 | 0:41:43 | |
Thank you for the blooms, Gustus. | 0:41:51 | 0:41:53 | |
Prudence will like 'em. | 0:41:56 | 0:41:58 | |
I didn't think you'd come. | 0:42:41 | 0:42:44 | |
Nor I. | 0:42:44 | 0:42:45 | |
Your brother? | 0:42:50 | 0:42:52 | |
Yeah. | 0:42:52 | 0:42:53 | |
Why would he say those things about you? | 0:42:55 | 0:42:57 | |
To keep me away from you. | 0:42:59 | 0:43:02 | |
My brother, he is also... | 0:43:04 | 0:43:05 | |
..protective, | 0:43:08 | 0:43:09 | |
and he wants... | 0:43:09 | 0:43:11 | |
..to protect me... | 0:43:13 | 0:43:14 | |
..to protect us both, but... | 0:43:16 | 0:43:18 | |
..he thinks me animal. | 0:43:21 | 0:43:23 | |
Is it true, then, | 0:43:25 | 0:43:27 | |
what he said? | 0:43:27 | 0:43:29 | |
I'm not an animal. | 0:43:32 | 0:43:33 | |
HE SIGHS | 0:43:39 | 0:43:41 | |
I don't see an animal, Nathaniel. | 0:43:42 | 0:43:45 | |
I see... | 0:43:48 | 0:43:50 | |
a hurt, lonely boy. | 0:43:50 | 0:43:53 | |
I did not come here to judge. | 0:43:58 | 0:44:00 | |
I do not want Caleb to hurt you no more. | 0:44:01 | 0:44:04 | |
I mean, what if we left this place? | 0:44:04 | 0:44:06 | |
Robin as well. | 0:44:07 | 0:44:08 | |
I can't leave Caleb, Nathaniel. | 0:44:08 | 0:44:11 | |
He was my baby boy and... | 0:44:14 | 0:44:16 | |
and Robin, he needs him, | 0:44:16 | 0:44:19 | |
and... | 0:44:19 | 0:44:20 | |
..Caleb is a good soul. | 0:44:22 | 0:44:25 | |
Sometimes we... | 0:44:25 | 0:44:27 | |
..we can just love someone too much. | 0:44:30 | 0:44:33 | |
WIND WHISTLES | 0:44:33 | 0:44:35 | |
Take off your shirt. | 0:45:09 | 0:45:11 | |
That's it. | 0:45:24 | 0:45:27 | |
Stand for me. | 0:45:27 | 0:45:29 | |
THUNDER RUMBLES | 0:45:29 | 0:45:31 | |
Beautiful boy. | 0:45:44 | 0:45:46 | |
SHE SIGHS | 0:45:48 | 0:45:49 | |
HE GASPS | 0:45:49 | 0:45:51 | |
HE MOANS | 0:45:57 | 0:45:59 | |
HE GASPS | 0:45:59 | 0:46:01 | |
THUNDER RUMBLES | 0:46:24 | 0:46:27 | |
THUNDER RUMBLES | 0:46:47 | 0:46:49 | |
SHE MOANS | 0:46:51 | 0:46:53 | |
MOANS AND GRUNTS | 0:46:55 | 0:46:57 | |
It's OK. | 0:47:19 | 0:47:20 | |
Shh. Just lie... | 0:47:25 | 0:47:27 | |
Shh. Just lie with me. | 0:47:27 | 0:47:30 | |
Yeah. | 0:47:30 | 0:47:31 | |
Come on. That's it. | 0:47:32 | 0:47:35 | |
HE GASPS Yeah. | 0:47:35 | 0:47:37 | |
Shh... | 0:47:37 | 0:47:39 | |
DOG BARKS | 0:47:52 | 0:47:55 | |
-JACKSON: -We'll be gone soon. | 0:47:55 | 0:47:56 | |
I'm sure of it, and I just wanted you to know that. | 0:47:57 | 0:48:00 | |
You are a funny trio, | 0:48:02 | 0:48:04 | |
you, Mr Reid and your... | 0:48:04 | 0:48:07 | |
..Miss Hart. | 0:48:09 | 0:48:11 | |
You ought to put us on the stage. | 0:48:11 | 0:48:13 | |
There's blood on their hands. | 0:48:15 | 0:48:18 | |
Black in their hearts. | 0:48:20 | 0:48:22 | |
But you... | 0:48:23 | 0:48:24 | |
I remember these hands... | 0:48:27 | 0:48:29 | |
..and the colours of your heart. | 0:48:32 | 0:48:34 | |
I ain't no saint neither, Mimi. | 0:48:35 | 0:48:37 | |
Have you thought what your life will be, the day you stop running? | 0:48:42 | 0:48:46 | |
I've been running so long, I can't remember what it's like to stop. | 0:48:46 | 0:48:50 | |
Do you know what makes me angry, Captain Jackson? | 0:48:55 | 0:48:57 | |
It is that for all your uncountable faults, deviancies, | 0:48:57 | 0:49:02 | |
downright failings as man, and...and human being... | 0:49:02 | 0:49:05 | |
..when you knocked on my door... | 0:49:06 | 0:49:09 | |
..whenever you knock on my door... | 0:49:10 | 0:49:12 | |
..I feel the best and most precious part of me leap. | 0:49:14 | 0:49:18 | |
I feel it turn cartwheels in sunlight... | 0:49:19 | 0:49:22 | |
..and the abject, grotty truth I must contend with | 0:49:24 | 0:49:28 | |
is that I'd rather see my theatre in ruins with you here... | 0:49:28 | 0:49:32 | |
..than have it a glittering and ecstatic stage with you far and gone. | 0:49:33 | 0:49:37 | |
I hate you, | 0:49:40 | 0:49:42 | |
Homer, Matthew, | 0:49:42 | 0:49:45 | |
whatever your cursed name is, I hate you. | 0:49:45 | 0:49:47 | |
I hate you... | 0:49:48 | 0:49:50 | |
..cos when you're in my life, my life seems electric... | 0:49:51 | 0:49:55 | |
..and then you go... | 0:49:57 | 0:49:59 | |
..and you'll go. | 0:50:00 | 0:50:02 | |
Of that, if nothing else on this Earth, I am certain... | 0:50:03 | 0:50:06 | |
..and when you go... | 0:50:07 | 0:50:08 | |
..those sunlit cartwheels will fall once more still and dim. | 0:50:11 | 0:50:14 | |
One day this theatre will open its doors... | 0:50:24 | 0:50:26 | |
SHE SNIFFS | 0:50:28 | 0:50:29 | |
..and I shall try to live at peace | 0:50:29 | 0:50:30 | |
with knowing you shan't knock on them again. | 0:50:30 | 0:50:33 | |
This tastes very good, Prudence. | 0:50:53 | 0:50:55 | |
Will you show me more fishing, Nathaniel? | 0:50:58 | 0:51:00 | |
I'm sure Nathaniel's busy, boy. | 0:51:00 | 0:51:02 | |
No, I...erm, of course, of course, Robin. | 0:51:02 | 0:51:06 | |
I said he was busy. | 0:51:06 | 0:51:08 | |
You stay clear. | 0:51:08 | 0:51:10 | |
Will Nathaniel be helping on the stall again? | 0:51:14 | 0:51:18 | |
I prefer not to go to Whitechapel. | 0:51:20 | 0:51:22 | |
Why? | 0:51:22 | 0:51:24 | |
I do not care for it. | 0:51:25 | 0:51:26 | |
Is it the Jews? | 0:51:26 | 0:51:28 | |
Do not say such things, Caleb. | 0:51:28 | 0:51:30 | |
Pru tells me you're from abroad. You're not one of them, are you? | 0:51:32 | 0:51:36 | |
No. | 0:51:36 | 0:51:38 | |
I am not. | 0:51:38 | 0:51:40 | |
Cos I'll tell you one thing about the Jews. | 0:51:40 | 0:51:43 | |
They won't buy your bloody eels. | 0:51:43 | 0:51:45 | |
HE SNIGGERS | 0:51:45 | 0:51:48 | |
I taught Nathaniel how to cook eel, just like Father used to. | 0:51:49 | 0:51:52 | |
What else have you taught him? | 0:51:58 | 0:52:00 | |
The flowers are beautiful, Nathaniel. | 0:52:08 | 0:52:10 | |
You're very welcome. | 0:52:13 | 0:52:14 | |
Robin, fill your uncle's cup. | 0:52:18 | 0:52:20 | |
BOTTLE UNCORKED | 0:52:22 | 0:52:23 | |
To the top, boy. | 0:52:23 | 0:52:26 | |
Don't waste it! | 0:52:27 | 0:52:28 | |
Caleb. | 0:52:28 | 0:52:29 | |
Go to bed, little one. Now leave that. There you go. | 0:52:29 | 0:52:32 | |
You've had plenty. | 0:52:35 | 0:52:37 | |
Why is he here? | 0:52:43 | 0:52:46 | |
Nathaniel is our friend | 0:52:48 | 0:52:50 | |
and our guest. | 0:52:50 | 0:52:51 | |
Welcome, friend. | 0:52:55 | 0:52:58 | |
Nathaniel... | 0:53:08 | 0:53:09 | |
Forgive him. Forgive him. | 0:53:12 | 0:53:15 | |
He's...he is a good boy. | 0:53:15 | 0:53:18 | |
He will sleep soon, | 0:53:25 | 0:53:28 | |
and I will come to you, OK? | 0:53:28 | 0:53:30 | |
DOOR CLOSES | 0:53:39 | 0:53:40 | |
HE GASPS | 0:53:53 | 0:53:56 | |
SHE CRIES | 0:53:59 | 0:54:01 | |
-Take him to your tit... -Please, no! | 0:54:01 | 0:54:03 | |
-..did you? -No more! | 0:54:03 | 0:54:04 | |
Nathaniel! No! | 0:54:08 | 0:54:11 | |
Nathaniel! No! Nathaniel! | 0:54:11 | 0:54:14 | |
-No, please! -It ain't right, Prudence! | 0:54:14 | 0:54:16 | |
What he does! It ain't right! | 0:54:16 | 0:54:19 | |
Shh, shh. | 0:54:19 | 0:54:21 | |
Shh. | 0:54:21 | 0:54:23 | |
I know. I know. | 0:54:23 | 0:54:25 | |
Please listen to me. | 0:54:25 | 0:54:27 | |
He is...he is my brother... | 0:54:27 | 0:54:30 | |
..and he's... | 0:54:33 | 0:54:35 | |
He's...Robin's father. | 0:54:36 | 0:54:40 | |
-Wha... -Yeah. | 0:54:41 | 0:54:43 | |
-What? -Yeah. | 0:54:43 | 0:54:45 | |
-No. -OK. Please. | 0:54:45 | 0:54:47 | |
Please, you...you, of all men, | 0:54:47 | 0:54:49 | |
would not want to see a little... little boy lose his father? | 0:54:49 | 0:54:53 | |
Please. Please... | 0:54:53 | 0:54:55 | |
SHE SHRIEKS | 0:54:55 | 0:54:58 | |
No! Nathaniel! | 0:55:02 | 0:55:04 | |
Please! Please! | 0:55:06 | 0:55:08 | |
No! | 0:55:12 | 0:55:13 | |
Prudence... | 0:55:24 | 0:55:26 | |
SHE SCREAMS | 0:55:26 | 0:55:29 | |
I beg you. I beg you. Shut...shut... | 0:55:31 | 0:55:33 | |
-Stop it! Stop it! Stop... -BONE CRUNCHES | 0:55:33 | 0:55:36 | |
No. | 0:55:42 | 0:55:43 | |
No, no, no, no. | 0:55:48 | 0:55:50 | |
Robin? | 0:56:03 | 0:56:05 | |
Robin... | 0:56:05 | 0:56:06 | |
HE SOBS | 0:56:10 | 0:56:12 | |
Prudence? Prudence, wake up. | 0:56:14 | 0:56:17 | |
HE CRIES | 0:56:18 | 0:56:20 | |
Mr Dove, in the garden. | 0:56:34 | 0:56:37 | |
Nathaniel. | 0:56:45 | 0:56:46 | |
Nathaniel. Brother. | 0:56:48 | 0:56:51 | |
Who did this? | 0:56:52 | 0:56:54 | |
Nathaniel. No. | 0:56:55 | 0:56:58 | |
No, Nathaniel! | 0:56:58 | 0:57:00 | |
Miss Chudleigh! | 0:57:05 | 0:57:07 | |
HE GROANS | 0:57:11 | 0:57:13 | |
HE GASPS | 0:57:34 | 0:57:36 | |
Wolves. | 0:57:37 | 0:57:38 | |
The body... | 0:57:38 | 0:57:40 | |
in the snow... | 0:57:40 | 0:57:42 | |
and two sons | 0:57:42 | 0:57:44 | |
fight the animals. | 0:57:44 | 0:57:47 | |
The youngest son clutching... | 0:57:48 | 0:57:51 | |
..her cold body. | 0:57:52 | 0:57:55 | |
Her name... | 0:57:56 | 0:57:58 | |
..Guluba. | 0:57:59 | 0:58:00 | |
We can bring Dove down. | 0:58:07 | 0:58:09 | |
-SHINE: Where this lad now? DRUMMOND: -Where indeed, sir? | 0:58:09 | 0:58:12 | |
Whitechapel is no quarter for the living. | 0:58:12 | 0:58:15 | |
We tried. | 0:58:16 | 0:58:18 | |
We tried. | 0:58:20 | 0:58:21 | |
No! | 0:58:21 | 0:58:22 |