The Dreaming Dead Ripper Street

This programme contains prolonged violent scenes.

-REID: The mother's name was the word he used for Dove.

-Guluba.

-DOVE:

-As I understand it,

the doctors have passed you fit, Inspector?

I will be a father to you.

There are Westminster police on guard day and night.

The house, entrances, bedchambers of the occupants.

-PRUDENCE:

-I do not see an animal, Nathaniel.

-It ain't right!

-No!

SCREAMING

I beg you. Shut...shut... Stop it! BONE CRUNCHES

Robin? Robin.

Miss Chudleigh!

Windows to the soul, they say. You spy the semblance of one?

It is the inter-cranial pressure.

You have told me this before.

The hurt of it, however, daily more savage.

The pressure is increasing rapidly.

And?

Given the inefficacy of my treatments, it's...

most likely glioma.

-English.

-Oh...

Tumour.

Perhaps from...

You did mention historic trauma to the head?

Yeah, took a proper stoving in the ring, all right,

from the very man who used to hold this office,

rest his chewed old soul.

Back then, one of you sawbones said these eyes had gone.

But Jedediah Shine don't wink out so easy.

I see you, and I'll see you wrong as he.

Inspector Shine,

there is not a doctor in this land who could diagnose definitively.

RINGING IN HIS HEAD

Even then,

there lacks...

a medicine for glioma.

I can increase the concentration of your morphine.

Measure carefully.

At this concentration,

so much as half a phial could see three men never wake again.

More coca also. I cannot afford my wits dulled.

One tabloid per dose.

On no account exceed this.

A man with a crutch may yet walk an endless mile.

Inspector Shine, I must warn you, the swelling,

your prognosis...

Your brain is crushing itself against your skull...

..and given the increase in your agonies...

..a catastrophe is by no means distant.

You are saying that I, Jedediah Shine, am on his last rounds?

I begin to consider it a medical miracle you've survived this long.

Ain't no miracles left in this world, Doctor.

All a man needs...

is something to live for.

Fresh blooms for you, sir?

-For you, sir?

-No, thank you.

HAWKERS SHOUT

Oi. The Sumner fish stall. There's no Sumners and no fishes. What...

Oi. Copper.

What's afoot, then?

I found him cowering behind the meat wagons.

Robin, what happened?

Mr Thatcher.

Says they were slain.

Mama.

-HE SNIFFS

-Uncle Caleb. Nathaniel.

Uncle Caleb's neck.

HE SNIFFS

He looked like an animal.

He...

ate his throat.

About your business now.

I'll take care of the lad.

Robin Sumner. Hey, look at me.

You trust me, don't you?

You come with me now.

I'll see you safe.

You come with me.

Come on.

Oi, come! Look, look! That's the Sumner boy there.

So, you saw it? You saw the man Nathaniel?

It's all right, Robin. They're friends.

-Mr Reid, sir...

-You tell me, Robin. Where? Where?!

-Will you tell me, boy? Where?

-Back off, Reid.

Can't you tell that boy is shit scared?

It's all right, son. It's all right.

You get the hell out of here, for Christ sake.

Mr Reid, leave us, please.

You just drink this up, little man.

That's good medicine.

There you go.

Good boy.

What the hell are you wearing?

Did you get demoted?

Don't ask.

Jesus Christ.

Here. I hope this is adequate.

Oh, you must be starved, young one.

We're going to fill your belly, get you cleaned up real good,

and then I'm going to see if I've got a shirt

that fits a strong young soldier.

The boy is fed and watered, at least.

I have left him in more capable hands.

His terrors. I should not have shouted at him.

You, Miss Morton, may be a stranger to fearful children.

I, alas, ought to have the benefit of experience.

I would not know where to begin, Mr Reid.

It is strange to see the captain thus...

..a man so given to degenerate proclivities and carnal oblivion.

To see him thus, how?

I suppose...

fatherly.

He told us where it happened

and, better than that, where Nathaniel's holed up.

Reid. Reid, it is broad daylight.

-Then we move fast.

-We can't just...

Have we not waited here long enough for the merest thread to follow?

We know where he lives. We find him, we get to Dove.

We find the bodies, we get to Dove. You, wait here, keep the boy safe.

We go now!

It's Edmund Reid! Get him! It's Edmund Reid!

GUN COCKS

It ain't worth it, friend.

Now, Frank, everyone in the market saw you with him.

What do you mean, he ran away?

The boy was as jumpy as a buggered fox, Drum.

What rumpus now with you two pansy-flaps?

Frank here campaigns to trade his helmet for a dunce cap.

I do not expect to repeat my questions, Drummond.

I passed by Spitalfields, sir. All the talk is,

a pair of fish sellers, usually at market, were missing this day.

Only their boy, see, he turns up, full hysterics,

says he seen his ma and uncle killed.

He says the killer, he used his teeth.

-Teeth?

-Ripped the neck out, as I heard.

-Where this lad now?

-Where indeed, sir?

Frank had him and Frank lost him.

The boy was... He made off before I could...

-Bested by a woe-struck nipper.

-My apologies, Inspector.

-Inspector, should I wire J Division?

-Why would you do that?

The Sumners, the fish sellers, that is, they wasn't Whitechapel.

They lived Hackney way, J Division turf.

They worked Whitechapel Market. Makes this Whitechapel business.

LOCK CLICKS

I've brought you breakfast.

Eat, Nathaniel.

You will not heal.

Gustus.

The pup.

Robin.

Let us hope he ran far, shall we?

And does not stop his running.

But if he is found...

..and if he should speak of me...

..say you will not hurt him.

No more, Gustus.

I cannot bear no more.

The pup.

He is no more than that.

Even if he spoke of aught...

..found the ears of strangers,

who would listen to a child's hysterics?

DOOR BANGS

WATER DRIPS

Clean.

Nothing.

That's the point, Reid. Nobody's place is this goddamn clean.

No dust, no dirt. These walls...

Huh! These walls, the plaster's still damp.

It's been scrubbed.

The entire place has been scoured.

By Dove, I have no doubt.

-HE SNIFFS

-Whoa. Christ.

HE SNIFFS

Sodium hydroxide.

It's for cleaning, say, blood and death off your walls.

Look at...

Something was there. A rug.

Two bodies in a rug, huh?

There were wheels here.

A cart. Hoof tracks.

Usually headed in that direction.

Horse hair. And see how those stems are broke back?

Horse and cart went here, a different way.

No tracks.

On account that somebody went to the trouble of clearing them.

HE GRUNTS

-Kerosene.

-All right, so, he does his housework,

rolls the bodies into the rug,

puts them in the cart, wheels it down to the water.

And he dumps the Sumners in the river.

He burns the cart...

..covers his tracks.

-But he would have weighed the bodies.

-Already on it, Reid.

My guess is, he probably weighed 'em down

just enough to let the current take them...all the way to the ocean.

If we can intercept the bodies, if we can recover them,

then we have proof of Nathaniel's murder, and Robin as witness.

Reid, if Abel Croker taught his boys one thing,

it's how to dump a body in the river.

In the River Thames, not the River Lea.

The Thames is over 300 feet wide but the Lea is a tributary.

It dwindles and meanders.

With a map of its course gradients and tide times...

-WHEELS CLATTER

-Reid, shut up.

That's a hansom.

HE CRUNCHES

This place just got cleaned.

GUN COCKS

Be a shame to spray your brains all over it.

SHINE SCREAMS

HE PANTS

Hello, Jedediah.

Just like you, Edmund, have your chump at the dirty work.

-Morphine.

-For you to require this, your pain must be considerable.

For why are you here?

All right, all right, let's parley. Parley.

Let us parley.

Answer me.

Heard rumblings that this here may be a murder scene.

I thought you might have heard them likewise.

So, you come in pursuit of me,

not to police some vicious slaughter?

Hackney killers, Edmund, are not my business.

Whitechapel fugitives, however...

It was him, Jedediah.

The murderer who stalked Whitechapel,

he now stalks these marshes.

Our mutual friend, Miss Castello,

took to sharing with me your conjecture

that the toothsome villain then said to be Abel Croker, deceased,

is neither Abel Croker nor deceased.

The brother, she says. The brother of Augustus Dove, she says.

Miss Castello,

she proved amenable...

..give or take,

to sharing her research, Ed,

research which I now have in my possession.

Yes.

I seen what you seen.

The boys.

The Jews.

The wolves.

Then you know it's the goddamn truth.

-We've seen that brother.

-His name is Nathaniel.

Every killing ascribed to Abel Croker, he performed.

He tore apart Bennet Drake.

Augustus Dove used Croker to protect his brother,

as he now uses you to prevent me from exposing him.

You are not appointed, Jedediah, for your able policing,

but because you are so easily made marionette,

dancing to your master's fingers.

Augustus Dove will fall.

I will serve justice on him and his brother

and I only tell you this so that you might stay out of my way.

Understand that my contempt for you is beyond limit...

..but my fight is not with you.

Have your cunny chaser pull his trigger now, Reid.

-HE SNIFFS

-You will not find another chance.

GUN COCKS

I ain't of a mind to argue with it.

Pull the trigger, Reid.

I hope you have more of this about you, Jedediah.

It's a long walk back to Whitechapel.

GUN CLICKS

CHAINS CLINK

KETTLE WHISTLES

How long will he sleep?

I cannot say whether his exhaustion or his terror is more powerful.

Oh.

Your way with the boy is...

so tender.

Motherhood changes you...

..as you will learn, I'm sure, Miss Morton.

Years ago, when the captain told me he was leaving me and choosing you,

I told him he was choosing his past over his future.

But I was wrong.

I was so...

extraordinarily wrong...

..because...

..you and he grow together,

with a love inviolable...

..and I...I do not.

But there is one thing of which I am certain.

Your son will always be...

fortunate indeed

to have you as his parents.

SHE SNIFFS

I, um...I should check on Robin.

Robin, I thought you might like...

Robin? Robin?

Your visitor, Mr Dove, has traipsed his filth.

My apologies, madam.

Them marshes are sodden.

Then again, Mr Dove,

I gather you have a gift for cleaning.

CHAINS CLINK

If you'd be so kind.

Your latest reflections for the Police Gazette, is it?

What is the meaning of this?

Last I was here,

I asked if you knew aught of Edmund Reid's hypothesising...

..vis-a-vis the infamous cannibal golem of Whitechapel.

-And I told you I did not.

-So I recall.

But you see, Mr Dove, now I do know Edmund Reid's hypothesising,

-because Edmund Reid told me.

-You...

..you found Reid?

-Where is he?

-You see,

Reid is not currently the matter critical, Mr Dove.

Your brother...

..Nathaniel, he is the matter most currently critical.

You're mistaken. I have...I have no brother.

There is this day a nipper abroad in Whitechapel,

bawling how his uncle got his throat bit out.

So I come for a look

and who should I find doing likewise but Steady Ed and the American?

And with the luxury of a gun on me, they thought to tell me plenty.

Reid gave proof to all I'd read in Miss Castello's files.

Your mother.

Guluba...

..means "dove", doesn't it?

I will not tolerate the deception of no man, Commissioner...

..not even you.

My brother is my concern alone.

No.

No, he is mine also,

if he may bait my hook for Edmund Reid.

There is...

perhaps...

another way.

Reid's daughter.

Her loyalties have turned against his favour.

You come by this knowledge how?

He gave to her a note concerning my brother.

She and Inspector Drummond thought to pass it to me.

Mathilda is in contact with her father?

HE LAUGHS

And I am being informed of this only now?

But you are informed of it, nonetheless.

And with your other recent knowledge concerning my brother,

you perhaps grasp the fresh urgency of Reid's apprehension.

Bait the hook.

Well, Mr Dove...

..you are as black-hearted a bastard...

..as ever roamed the lanes of this dread city.

-Needs must, Inspector.

-When the Devil drives?

There is no Devil, Inspector Shine.

Tell that to the fish sellers' boy.

When Reid is done with...

..you and I, Commissioner, we shall talk again...

..on what price your reeking secrets may be worth to you.

Be assured, sir,

every man of this division will keep their eyes peeled for him.

A Hackney boy from the borough I call my home,

bearing witness to such atrocity,

running afeared through these cruel streets.

It sits ill with me, Drummond, most ill.

I understand, sir.

J Division territory this may be,

but you inform me personally should this poor mite be found.

Yeah, of course, Mr Dove.

Of course.

-How could you?!

-Jesus Christ, Caitlin.

He must have run, and run fast, because he saw this.

Miss Morton is currently scouring Spitalfields

-for any sight of him.

-No. No, no, no.

He may fear us, but he trusts Thatcher.

-The boy will seek him out.

-What, you're going to the police now?

No, Thatcher will see him safe. There's work to do.

We've need of an Ordnance Survey map and the London Shipping Gazette.

PHONE RINGS Sign your name.

Just make your mark. You two, you're next!

Leman Street.

-No, no.

-Mr Thatcher!

Jesus Christ. Robin, what are you doing? You were to stay.

I was afraid. Them people you left me with, they're bad.

No, I've told you, Robin. They're friends. All right?

You cannot be here, hey? PHONE RINGS

Leman Street. On Princelet Street?

Yeah, we'll send a constable right away.

Who's this, then?

Robin, sir.

Robin? Robin Sumner?

I'll wire J Division. They've been looking for him all over.

It's their case now. Come with me, Robin.

We'll find you a quiet place and a cup of sweet tea.

You're going to be just fine, son.

Come on.

-MAN:

-Sergeant?

-Sergeant? Sergeant?

-All right, fine. Yeah.

-Sergeant, I'm in need of assistance.

-Sign it. Right, name?

Dove puts the bodies in the water here.

But for them to meet such a flow

to navigate clear through the Limehouse Cut

and into the Thames, I mean...

Now, this stretch here...

..that's barely five foot to a mile.

Tide drops, those bodies will wash up for us to find

before they're carried away again.

So, anything heavy in the water would most likely be washed aground?

-Just after this meander.

-Goodluck Hope.

-Goodluck Hope.

11 tonight, the tide at its lowest.

After that, the current will wash them away and into the Thames.

Jackson, we can find them.

With the Sumner boy missing, the bodies of his mother and uncle

may be our only incontrovertible evidence of Nathaniel's savagery.

We can bring Dove down.

Jackson, are you with me?

Then I guess we're doing us some night-fishing.

DOOR OPENS

J Division? Here's the lad.

You're going to go with this policeman now, Robin.

His division are going to take care of you. All right?

Well, that's one less headache.

You've been a very brave boy, Robin...

..but you don't need to be afraid any more.

Does he, Miss Chudleigh?

RINGING IN HIS HEAD

RINGING IN HIS HEAD

KNOCK AT DOOR

-You called for me, sir?

-I did.

I did. Come in, sit.

I've just handed the boy over to J Division, Inspector.

Good. Good.

Now, Inspector Drummond...

..when you observe these posters,

plastered around the station house and the streets beyond...

..what is it you see?

Sir, is that...blood?

Let me tell you what I see, a looking glass

that every day reflects

the continued inefficacy of this division

to prosecute justice upon its most hunted fugitives.

Now, there are some

might say this shame on us...

..should be doubled at least,

given our most recently promoted officer

is sweetheart to the very daughter of the fugitive-in-chief.

Sir, now, she...

I will tell you what she is, your Mathilda Reid.

She's on the side of goodness...

..willing to turn against her own pappy out of noble rectitude,

and you,

you, Drummond,

lack even the decency to share such with your constabulary brothers.

Now, lad...

..you will tell me about Miss Reid's doings

with her outlaw old man

and you will tell me now.

Now, Drummond!

There...there is a candle, sir...

..in the bedroom window.

Miss Reid?

Might I have a word?

Mr Shine, I really must be going.

A moment is all and no more.

Last we spoke,

I pondered we were kin, on account of us both resurrected.

-Yes, but I...

-Please, Miss Reid,

I was wrong.

You are life.

But I...

..my kin is your father.

We, er...who imagined...

..we saw off death...

..but there was for us...

no true resurrection.

We are the ghouls.

We...we're bound

to the reeking purgatory of these streets,

more...more cursed than the dead,

who at least know their peace.

For with us...

..there lingers like...

like a whore's perfume,

the dream of life.

There...

HE LAUGHS

..there is a hell of its very own for the dreaming dead.

RINGING IN HIS HEAD

Mr Shine! Mr Shine!

Mr Shine!

-Somebody! Help! Help!

-No. No, no. No.

Forgive me. Forgive me, Miss Reid.

My intention was not to...

Dear girl.

Your father will find his peace. I will make sure of it.

Before it is done...

..take yourself from this place.

Hear me.

Good day, Miss Reid.

Drum.

What are you doing home so early?

I saw Mr Shine on Princelet Street.

He was behaving very strangely.

Tilda, I, er...

Could we sit?

But the longer he's out there on the run,

he just makes things worse for himself.

Maybe...if he turned himself in,

or else we could find him, bring him in,

he would have a fair hearing, a chance to present himself...

..and, er...

..and all you would need to do...

..is light your candle.

-I cannot, Drum.

-But, Tilda...

..I would not ask this of you, except I...

Drum.

He is my father.

I know it is difficult, but I cannot do this.

I understand, my love.

Forgive me.

We're 30 yards from the bend.

The flow should be at its slowest on this side.

The Sumner man will be the heavier of the two.

Body should wash up near this bank.

But she will not, see.

Says she cannot.

And I, er...I would value your advice, is all, Mr Dove.

My advice on questioning an order from your direct superior?

I'm not accusing you of insubordination, Inspector Drummond.

Reid's apprehension remains the chief concern of H Division.

Whatever policing you must do to that end,

you may be sure it is for the good,

and also, above all, think of your future with Miss Reid,

the life you would build for her.

How may that begin,

when she must live under the shadow of her renegade father?

GLASSES CLINK

Reid, over here.

For...for the boy...

..for the boy to be here,

to have washed up thus, er...

..for him to have got to the marshes so fast, we can recalculate.

-What?

-For him to have reached the marshes so fast,

we can work out where the body was dropped.

-Reid, Reid...

-We can recalculate.

You don't even see it, do you?

Look at him.

Look at him!

Goddamn it, look at him! He's a child.

This is how far he'll go. This is what he does.

My son is in that house right now.

It's over.

-It's over.

-No, no, no, no, no.

You stay. You stay. You stay.

Stay.

You stay. We have a clue. We have a fresh clue.

GUN COCKS

We got nothing, Reid.

Nothing.

Goddamn you for ever, coming back to Whitechapel.

You think I'm going to let my son, my wife,

fall under the hooves of your crusade?

Where are you going?

-Where?

-I can't look at him.

Or you.

Jackson. Jackson, the boy.

The boy!

Just throw him back in the water.

Let the ocean take him.

It's coming for all of us.

I will not see your memory washed away, Robin Sumner.

Caitlin!

Matthew? What?

The boy, er...

Caitlin.

Robin, he, er...

We found him.

It was Dove.

He killed him.

Listen to me.

We're taking Connor

and we're getting out of this goddamn hellhole.

-How, Matthew?

-I don't care how.

But I'm taking our son and, by God, I'll see him safe.

-Are you with me?

-Matthew, I...

-Are you with me?

I am with you.

Always.

HE SOBS

At fresh light, we're out of here.

We'll get our boy, and Reid can go to hell.

Oh, Mathilda.

DOOR CREAKS

DOOR SHUTS

I told Caitlin to get some sleep...

..cos we're getting out...

with Connor.

I know you want Dove. I know you want justice for...

..Drake, for Bloom, for...

..for all of 'em.

But...

..I can't help you no more.

I buried him.

You were right.

It is over.

It is, it's over.

I want to give you some advice.

You get out, also,

and for good.

And you would have me leave my Mathilda here? She lit her candle.

Can you trust her, Reid?

She is my daughter...

..and I must say goodbye.

Your advice, Captain,

was a conclusion I had already reached...

unaided.

We tried.

Didn't we? We...

We can say that at least.

We did.

We did, Captain.

We tried.

That's Connor's room.

CHAIN RATTLES

Caitlin.

Caitlin!

Chudleigh, right?

-Get out of our way.

-BELL TINKLES

BELL TINKLES

Take them now.

Not today, boys.

Ah!

Connor.

Gustus!

Augustus will hunt you down and grind you for glue.

You ought to know I ain't above shooting a woman.

Nor am I.

Third floor.

GUN COCKS

Miss Susan?

Shoot him. Shoot the son of a bitch, Goddamn it!

-Matthew, he has Connor.

-Mama!

Nathaniel, I'm here for my son.

Please, please give him to me.

The pup.

Gustus cares for him now.

I'm pleading with you, Nathaniel.

Give me my son.

Gustus, he'll...

-Miss Susan, I can't...

-Your brother is no safe guardian.

He is a killer of boys.

Robin Sumner. Nathaniel, you knew him, did you not?

Robin?

Where is he?

Matthew pulled him from the river last night,

where your brother Augustus put him.

No.

No. Gustus promised me he would not harm him.

Well, that boy's dead...

washed up like garbage in the mud of Goodluck Hope.

It's your piece-of-shit brother killing on account of your killing,

you goddamn animals.

I never meant for...never meant for...

Robin. Robin.

Nathaniel, give me my son.

Mama.

Forgive me, Miss Susan. Forgive me.

He ain't holding Connor now. Step aside, Caitlin.

CONNOR WHIMPERS

HE SOBS

Please.

Just end...end me!

GUN COCKS

Matthew. Matthew, we have Connor.

Please, end me.

I beg you. Please.

GUN CLICKS

No, we're leaving. Let's go.

HE SOBS

WHEEZING

Such food for thought, Mr Dove.

Proud words, proud and noble.

This morning, then, you will have him?

That I will.

He will bow to me. Edmund Reid will kneel.

I will wait upon it, Inspector.

Your work has been...

exemplary.

Lady Justice, Mr Dove,

holds us both close to her righteous tit, does she not?

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Mathilda? WHISTLE BLOWS

Oh, no.

WHISTLE BLOWS

Mr Reid!

You cannot run no more.

There are 20 constables, both ends of this alley.

Will you come peaceful with me?

Mathilda?

It's better you come quiet, sir.

Drummond, I, er...

Will you tell her I understand?

And that I love her.

To remember that of me, if naught else.

-DOVE:

-I write of that which all of us who police this great city

hold dearest to our hearts.

I write of justice.

We, all of us, stand today on the cusp of a glorious new age.

CLOCK CHIMES

A locomotive carving steadfast and sure towards our fabulous future,

the future we have dared to dream.

And what a future it shall be!

The brave and glittering century which awaits us

fills me only with hope,

hope that with ever more sophisticated policing...

CLOCK CHIMES

..we may, in the coming decades, eradicate crime altogether.

CLOCK CHIMES

Naught so kind as kin,

is there?

Good work, Inspector Drummond.

HE WHEEZES

You are caught, Edmund.

You are out-coppered.

Will you kneel to me as my prisoner?

He will not kneel!

PEOPLE SHOUT

This savage and inhuman outlaw

still thinks himself a man of stature.

Well, now...

..them shackles are unbecoming for a man of stature.

Take 'em off.

I said,

take 'em off.

HE SIGHS

No, Jedediah.

At long last,

Edmund Reid must fight his own cowardly corner.

I will not fight you.

Then this, brother,

will sting something fierce.

PEOPLE GASP

Steady Ed ain't so steady now.

-Get him, Ed.

-And another! Harder!

Fight, Edmund.

PEOPLE SHOUT

These men will not intervene.

PEOPLE SHOUT

Go on! Go on, Mr Reid!

Get him, Mr Reid! We believe in you!

-DOVE:

-We may come to know the 20th century as the great era of peace...

Well, now.

Let us parley.

..and at last know an age of true harmony between men.

PEOPLE SHOUT

I will...

end you.

HE GRUNTS

Father!

HE SCREAMS

No!

SHE SOBS

Please, Mr Shine.

He is my father.

Get her away from here.

SHE SOBS

Get her away from here.

Mathilda.

Mathilda...

We had to catch him.

I will never forgive you!

SHINE PANTS

CROWD MURMURS

REID GROANS

REID GROANS

Behold him!

CROWD MURMURS

Behold him!

Look upon your Edmund Reid!

Look upon him!

REID GROANS

He is fallen.

He is fallen.

See him...

..kneel now

before the justice

of Jedediah Shine.

REID GASPS

SHINE SIGHS

You will know it, Edmund.

HE LAUGHS

At last,

you WILL know it.

What it means to have

all you are snatched from you...

..to be a half-man

in a half-life

with naught in your black heart...

HE SOBS

..but hate.

Hate.

SHINE SOBS

I have dreamed of this.

RINGING IN HIS HEAD

HE SIGHS

Put him in irons.

I'm finished.

Finished.

RINGING IN HIS HEAD

HE GROANS

No. No more.

No more, no more.

No more!

HE GRUNTS

HE GASPS

HE CHUCKLES

I am...

my own master.

Ain't no man...

brings down Jedediah Shine...

..except Jedediah Shine.

I'm done with dreaming.

HE GASPS

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Mr Reid? What must we do next?

The dead can always speak.

-Order!

-You would send one of your own to the rope?

-We would.

I made the promise. Does he not merit intervention?

I have a plan.

Forget your hopes. Whitechapel is coming for you.