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[horse snorting]

[man shouting]

[man grunting]

[man shouting]

[banging]

- Good evening, sir.
Looking for a little fun?

- Always.
- No one will bother us
if you'd care to join me.

We can do anything you want.

- Get your fucking hands
off of her.

I told you
you're not welcome here, Jack,
so piss the fuck off!

- If this is a matter
of payment...

- It's a matter of you being
a sick fucking pervert.

- You should know
that that walking stick
is worth more

than your putrid, rat-infested,
pathetic life.

A man does have a right
to protect himself.

A woman does, too.

Except my girls can't
against sick, rich bastards
like you.

Stay away from my girls
and boys.

Or I'll carve you.

[rattling]

[distant shouting]

[eerie music]

[Jack whistling]

[whistling continues]

[whistling]

[whistling]

[whistling]

[whistling]

[whistling]

- Not safe is this part of town
for a...

young widow at this hour.

What are you hiding?

Might need to take
a little peek...

...at that pretty face.

Although I don't know
if it's gonna stay pretty...

...much longer.

Oh! Ah!
[groaning]

Just let me go.
I will disembowel you alive.

[exclaiming]

Wait. What are you... No.
Oh, what are you doing?
No, no, just... just stop.

That's it. Just... just stop.
No, no, no.

Let me go. No!
Let me go! Let me go.

Stop! No, no, stop! Stop!
Leave me alone!

Set me free at once!

What are you doing?!

[panting]

[clanging]

[exhaling]

[grunting]
[eerie soundscape]

[screaming]

[screaming]

[screaming and sobbing]

[screaming]

[bell tolling]

You know, it's not easy,

waiting here with this thing
dripping blood and God knows
what else beside you.

This thing has a name.

It's Alistair Simcoe.

- You told me
he was called Jack.

- Society man wandering
around this side of town,
he'd go by an alias.

- Well, he wasn't fooling anyone
with the Jack bullshit,

getting off on pretending
to be Jack the Ripper.

Unless he was.

You remember that woman
all chopped up years back
not too far from here?

- Ah, no,
they caught the sick fuck
who trapped her...

Hung him up by the neck
until it stretched out,
right, Detective? Gah!

- I just don't understand.
How does someone do that
to another living being?

- Looks like her killer was
using a double-bladed weapon.

Yeah, here and here.

Got the telltale pinching
of the skin
where two blades would meet.

Large pair of shears,
I were to guess.

- Yeah, I think that was
a moral question, Detective.

- And how did you happen
across him?

I was with a fella.

He was going down
the alley there,

and a lady in black raced past,
all bloody and breathy.

- A woman?
- Saw her with my own eyes.
I did.

And I...

found him.

The alleyway is very dark.

How could you have possibly seen
what she was wearing?

They was widow's weeds.

Widow?

Perfect name for a killer.

- But why did you call
Mr. Simcoe Jack the Ripper?

- He'd get a hard-on carving up
some of my working girls.
Carved up their faces.

You ask me, he had this coming.

The fuck's lucky it wasn't me.

- I don't know
if I'd call that lucky.
- Outta' the way.

[huffing]

Glad I skipped breakfast.

- Wh-what was he doing
down there?
- Tsk. My selfless sister,

Venetia, has often ventured
to the dark corners of the city

to administer to the needs
of the downtrodden,

but only during daylight hours,
of course.

Your dear, departed Alistair
was a...

...a saint among men,
to be down there at night.

Did he often venture
to the Devil's Elbow?

Hmm?
[doorbell ringing]

Ah... Oh.

You have a guest.
I must be off.

Our half-sister arrives
from Boston this very day.
Remember, Regina,

Venetia and I
are only three houses down
if you need us.

- Mrs. Simcoe,
I'm Detective Kenneth Rijkers
with the Toronto Police.

- I'm afraid my neighbour,
Viviana Botticelli,
has already beaten you to it.

[sighing]

I'm so sorry for your loss.

- If my husband
was down there...

...he was down there
to help someone.

Someone in desperate need of it.

- Did your husband
have any enemies?

Anyone that would have reason
to murder him?

- He was in the wrong place
at the wrong time.
- That may very well be true--

It is the truth, sir.

My... my husband
could not possibly...

have become the target
for some kind of...

premeditated murder;
he is...

He was an upstanding member
of society, sir.

- Mrs. Simcoe...
we want to catch who did this.

And that means asking
some uncomfortable questions.

I promise we will catch them.

"The Widow is Here"?

"Is the Widow stalking the rich,

or have the poor of Toronto
finally had enough?"
Ah, bullshit.

Alistair loved mucking around
in the gutter,
the poor, stupid bastard.

Enid Jenkins keeps trying
to fan the flames.

That Cockney bitch
will need a reminder:

I own the Echo Tribune, not her.

- Would you like me
to pay her a visit, Mr. Garvey?

- I'd like you to rip
her fucking throat out.

Get your ass down
to the Devil's Elbow,
Queen's Chamber,

any dark corner where people
sell their bodies.

Somebody killed Alistair, so...

...somebody will have to be
dealt with.

[door opening]
[barking]

- I got a licence.
I own this property.

I pay you fuckers
and that shit-stain Basil Garvey
enough as it is already.

- If you're here to try--
- Mr. Crenshaw,
that's not why I'm here.

There was a murder last night.

- There's a murder every night.
- Yes.

But this was a john murdered
down in the Devil's Elbow.

So?

- So he was a member
of the upper classes.

Alistair Simcoe?

You knew him?

- Everyone knew
that sick sadist.

Alistair did that to you?

It was his idea of a tip.

For my services.

- Was he charged?
- A gentleman like that?

I banned that piece of shit
from the Queen's Chamber
for life.

We had nothing to do
with his death.

- No? Because that looks
like pretty good motivation
for revenge.

- We were all here last night,
Detective.

Got a bar full of patrons
to verify it.

You do, huh?

Men who'll go on record
about spending an evening
in an establishment like this?

Hey.

I protect my girls and boys.

Queen's Chamber is a safe place
for them and my clients,

and because of that,
that demonic prick was reduced
to hunting street walkers.

You want to know
who might've wanted revenge
against Alistair Simcoe?

Any of the cheap pimps
and lost souls out there.

When you find out who it was...

tell me.

I'll buy them a fucking drink.

[neighing]

Whoa, whoa.

[horse snorting]

[whinnying and snorting]

[clucking]
Yah!

Hello?

Hello?

Verdi!

[chuckling]

- [giggling]
- Ah.

- My word.
- Look how pretty you are.
Prettier than your picture even.

- It is incredible
to finally meet you

after the passing
of our dear father.

Sisters united in grief.

- Let's get you inside,
you poor dear.

You must be exhausted.

- Travelling all the way
from Boston.

It is so good that you're here.
[Verdi giggling]

- I hope Toronto
isn't too provincial
for someone as worldly as you.

Verdi, my dear?

Pardon. Uh... worldly, no.

Exhausted, however.

- Ah.
- But you're here now.

The Botticelli sisters.

Finally together.

[laughing]

[background chatter]

[man clearing throat]

Hmm.

- Today, I will be performing
a radical nephrectomy

for a patient who suffers
from kidney disease.

Now, to get to the kidney,
I must cut through muscle.

[gasping]

Oh.

Remove some perirenal fat.

Our patient enjoys his food
and his drink.

- [laughter]
- Ahem.

- Next,
I must remove the ureter.

The tube that transfers urine
to the bladder.

- She means piss.
[laughter]

[laughter]

And once I've snipped...

...the last
of the blood vessels...

[exclamations]

...I can remove the kidney.

[background chatter]

[woman gasping]
[background chatter]
- Wait.

Is that my...

- Looks like somebody dropped by
for a visit.

- Is that my--
- Shhh...
- My...

My...
[background chatter]

[woman gasping]
[laughter]

- [background chatter]
- Nighty-night.
[laughter]

No fingerprints or trace.
He was alive at the start
of the attack,

which began at his groin
and continued up
along his spinal column.

Most likely bled to death,

but not before suffering
extensive damage
to his internal organs.

- The knots
that were around his wrists...

seem to be of a kind
common in Japan...
called the hayanawa.

How on Earth do you know that?

- I'm curious
about detective work everywhere.

So our victim suspended,

incapacitated, like a butterfly
on a mounting board.

Yes. Why?

- The victim's arms restricted,
the killer could get to work
with the shears.

- And what I find interesting
about this is the attack.
It's overkill.

- Not if you want to display
the body on a horse post.

- Makes the murder--
- Personal.

The killer is strong.

Or very angry.

The anger could supply
the strength.

- This isn't
just a random murder.

The killer's sending a message.

- Bullshit.
- Please, sir, hear me out.

The violence visited
upon Alistair Simcoe,

it's... it's not random.

This is years of hate.

H-his body was put
on a horse post--

- Because the killer wants
to know if a horse post
could fit in a man's ass.

Now we all know.
He's a pervy, sick fuck,
just like the rest of his kind.

Her kind.

Witnesses say they saw a woman.

- A woman?
Tying a man to a wall,

giving him an ass extension
up to the back of his neck?
Come on.

Son, you've been newly promoted
to detective,

so you're missing
a little of the obvious.
One:

You got a man with a history
of slicing the faces of guys
and gals he fucks.

Two: You got a lot
of angry pimps and whores.

Add some booze
and a dark, desolate street

and Mr. Fancy Pants winds up
with a cave for an ass.

- Sir, I suppose
I just don't see it that way.
- Mm-hmm.

That's 'cause you're new, fresh.
You think you gotta
reinvent the wheel...

...when the wheel just keeps
rolling through the same shit
year after year after year.

- You wouldn't want us walking
on the carpets,
let along fuckin' in your beds.

- I'm inviting you.
Please, come on.

What we do doesn't have to be
a gutter trade.

- You want to know
the biggest thing
keeping me away from there?

- Pay me 10%. It's nothing.
- See, you, I can handle.

It's Basil fuckin' Garvey.

We work at the Queen's.
I'm putting money
in his pockets, yeah?

- He owns the entire district.
Can't buy a meal down here
without giving him money.

- Leave.
- Ah! Get your hands off of me!

- Hey!
- Get off my street
and maybe I will!

- Your street?
What are you going on about,
your street?

My boss sent me down.

- He doesn't own
the fuckin' pavement!

- No. But he owns the walls
you and your sluts fuck against.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Calm down! Calm down.

You can't force people
off a public street.

Oh, really, Terrence?

You want to go back
to Mr. Garvey and tell him
that's what you think?

- That's what I'm talking about.
Come to the Queen's Chamber--
- You can fuck off.

Yeah?

And you can fuck off.

And so can Basil Garvey.

'Cause we're no longer gonna
be taking crap
from you rich bastards.

You hear me?
Us street rats are rising up!

So why don't you run off
to your bastard,

and you tell him
that if he keeps this up,

I'm gonna have my fist so far
up his fuckin' ass

that he'll be licking
his own shit pipe
when I'm done with him.

[thug chuckling]

- You're gonna be sorry
you said that.

Yeah... we'll see.

[thug snorting]

- It's for Daisy.
[man]: Go on, get off of here!

[distant shouting]

- [sniffling]
- Hmm. Maybe you aren't ready
for the Queen's Chamber.

That was a mistake.

[background chatter]

[crickets chirping]

- Your bedroom, it's--
- My Shangri-La.

Isn't it... otherworldly?

Yes, truly.

Tell us, sister ours,

do you have a dress
befitting a night full of magic?

- I have the one I arrived in.
A-and another one
very much like it.

Oh, that will not do.

No, it will not do at all.
No, no.

Hmm.
[gasping]

This, however...
[Venetia gasping]

...will make you positively...

incandescent.

Oh, yes! Yes.

[laughing]
You'll be the belle of the ball.

We're going to a ball?

Even better.

- Mm.
[giggling]

- His bullheadedness
is putting his boys and girls
in grave danger.

- It's not our problem.
- I've worked those streets
for years.

- And then you built
this pleasure dome.

And when Horatio winds up
spread-eagled with a hot poker
up his ass,

his boys and girls
will flock to us

and we'll get them at a bargain.

Win-win.

Please.

You don't build
a business like this
without thinking like that.

You're not a saint
and neither am I.

That's the nature of our bond.

You didn't perform last night.

Oh.

So...

so where were you, then?

Every lady has her secret.

- Georges Rondeau
is an evil occultist!

He is a Satanist
who cohorts with the dead!

God sees it and God will punish
all who condone it!

And he smote the men
of Bethshemesh,

because they had looked
into the ark of the Lord,

over 50,000 men,
simply for looking at
what was not theirs to admire!

And you would risk this
for entertainment?

We believe you will entertain
demons in hell...

[woman]: Yes.
[man shouting]

- I'm sure our friend over there
has strayed from the path
of righteousness

at least once in his life.

Every man has. Trust me.

- Would you think ill of me
if I told you
even I have had impure thoughts?

- Viviana, my dear,
I've encountered them before,
remember?

And I hope to again.

- You can have every last
thought of mine, good sir.
- Oh.

- All you have to do
is get down on one knee...
and ask me to marry you.

I'll be back momentarily.

- Where's our sister?
- Talking to an eligible
bachelor.

His father's in the pork trade,
which, of course, is déclassé,

but he's richer than sin,
a perfect match.

- And you'll make it clear
that we require compensation
for any love connection?

- Ah, can't happen soon enough.
Selling Papa's Chippendale desk
was a bolt through my heart--

- Shh-shh-shh.
Here she comes.

- My sisters,
what a glorious evening.

I'm so lucky.
I can't imagine a better way
to be introduced to society.

- Of course.
And perhaps you might find
your Prince Charming.

- Perhaps you already have.
[chuckling]
Mr. Garvey,

may I introduce you
to Verdi Botticelli,

our youngest sister,
newly transplanted from Boston?

- Verdi, this is Basil Garvey,
the most prominent man in--

- No, no, no, no.
I'm but your humble servant.

And so very pleased to meet you.

- And I you, Mr. Garvey,
I'm sure.

My sisters speak
so very highly of you.

- Oh, I don't know
how they've managed
to keep you such a secret.

You Botticellis really are...

a trove of treasures.

Would you permit me
to escort you both...

into the theatre?

[chuckling]

- I can't believe we're
actually seeing this...

[overlapping chatter]

[indistinct chatter]

...I can only hope

[gasping]

[soft music]

[shushing]

[audience cheering]

- Greetings, worthy supplicants
to the darkest of arts.

Welcome, timid hearts
and frightened souls.

If you doubted coming here,
it's too late.

If you feared
what I might do to you,

it is already done.

You are under my power

and ready to receive that
which you so secretly crave.

Welcome...

to the...

underworld.

[audience gasping]
[applause]

[gasping]
[applause]

You're perfectly safe, Verdi.

[exclamations]
[delighted laughter]

- [laughter]
- Oh!

[audience gasping]

- We don't know
what might happen here tonight.

The forces I work with are...
peculiar... and deadly.

[sinister music]

[audience murmuring]

No one is immune to the danger
in this world,

as I'm sure the rich men
in this city
are now only too aware.

[man chuckling]
Ah, well.

While they all nurse
their tender backsides...

...let us begin
with a ceremonial bloodletting,

as I take my dear assistant,
Shanika...

...and saw her in half!

Dark agents...

abide by the rules of life
and decency.

I've never used this saw before.

[groaning]

[panting]
The last one broke
on my previous assistant's bone.

- Jeez!
[screaming]
[audience exclaiming]

[screaming]

So I made sure
this one was very...

[grunting]
...very...

[screaming]
...sharp!

I cannot bear to witness this!

- [Shanika sobbing]
- It's just a magic trick,
my dear.

That's the thing about magic.

It comes... at a great cost.

Shanika.

My dear.

My beauty.

Oh, what have I done?

Gone.

And all my fault.

- Oh.
- Ah...

[gasping]

Thankfully...

I possess the power of Osiris.

I shall restore her...

...at great cost.

[groaning]

[groaning]

[reciting incantation]

[incantation continues]

[incantation continues]

...to life!

[audience exclaiming]

[exclaiming]

[audience cheering]

[applause]
[wild cheering]

Magique, mes amis.

Magique...

...pour vous.

[sinister music]

Needles.

You have a fetish, Detective?

I don't think so.

- I'd hate to have to tell
Superintendent Kashtinsky
that I suspected that.

- I was certain there had to be
some sort of clue on the body.
- You don't trust my work?

Uh... no.

No, that's not it. I....

I can have a hard time
letting go of things.

I obsess.

Our friend had a lot of vices.

- Not unusual in those
who frequent sex workers.

Right there.

You feel that?

What do you suppose that is?

[grunting softly]

[exhaling]

Oh.

Quite unique, Detective.

You realize that?

[panting softly]

[groaning]

- The boa-constrictor knot...

is a secret
of the Egyptian royal family.

[groaning]

There are only three people
who have managed to escape it...
ever.

[groaning]

[strained]: Two of them...

eventually died...
from its mysteries.
[panting]

- Sir.
- One...
- Shhh.

...muscular consort...

- Shhh.
- ...of the queen...

of the Ptolemaic Kingdom
itself...

[whispering]

...Cleopatra is said

to have witnessed
his beautiful head...

[panting]
...constricted until
it popped right off

and landed in her lap.
[groaning]

- If it gets too scary,
just close those beautiful eyes
of yours.

So if I die...

[groaning]
...its dark secret

dies with me

and my severed head.

- Sir, we found this
in Alistair Simcoe's body.

- I don't need to see everything
shoved up his ass.
- Just read it.

- "Alistair was first,
one of many.

The other gents will bleed
from wounds aplenty.

Friends of Margaret...

...are my target."

- I can head
to the Simcoe residence
first thing in the morning.

You'll go there now.

- Sir, it's late.
Mrs. Simcoe's in mourning.

- That maniac is out there,
free as a bird.

I don't want them taunting us
and lining up their next kill.

On the double, then, sir.

Report back whatever you find.

- Any update
on Alistair's murder?

We don't know just yet.

But one thing is clear.

Things are very dangerous
for people like us.

- People like us?
What do you mean?

- People who were there
that night...

[distant barking]
...12 years ago.

- Why could this not wait
until morning?
- My apologies, Mrs. Simcoe,

but I wouldn't have come
if it wasn't important.

We found new evidence
on your husband's body.

On his body?

- It begins,
"Alistair was but--"
- I prefer to read it myself.

- Well, there's...
there's bloodstains on it,
Mrs. Simcoe. You...

- I can make neither heads
nor tails of it.

Who's Margaret?

- Well, I was hoping
you could tell me.

- I've never ventured inside
my husband's office before.

[creaking]
It's like I can feel him.

[door closing]
Like Alistair is in here
with us.

Right beside me.

I've been told I have the gift.

[dissonant music]

Well, this is a revelation.

[gasping]

- Mrs. Simcoe--
- If you continue
to presume yourself

to be of stronger mettle
than me,
I will ask you to leave.

[rattling]

- I don't have a key.
- You won't need one.

- What a truly wondrous evening!
However did you learn
all those tricks?

And all those lovely people
wearing such finery!

I've never experienced
such an enchanting evening
in my entire life!

- [exclaiming]
- Enchanting?!
I think you mean bewitching!

Like how you tried
to bewitch Basil Garvey
and steal him from me!

- I did nothing of the sort.
- We opened our doors
and our arms to you.

Our hearts!
And this is how you repay us?
How you repay me?!

For replacing
your flea-bitten clothes
with one of my gowns?!

Basil's the man I love.
He is promised to me!

And he will see through you,
because his love for me is pure!

His love for me is pure.

- I swear to you, sister,
I have no designs on Mr. Garvey.
- I see through you, you viper!

You cast off my dress
like a serpent sloughs off
its skin!

[Verdi exclaiming]
Go!

[exclaiming]

And let me not see you anymore
this night!

- I... I swear to you, Venetia,
our sister has misconstrued
things.

I would never try to steal
her true love.

Wouldn't you?

No, that's not who I am.

And who are you, Verdi? Truly.

Our father's
illegitimate daughter,
the spawn of a whore.

Your blood is tainted with hers,
which is why on his deathbed,
our dear father sent you to us.

So that Viviana and I
might forge a virtuous woman
out of you.

So that you might become
worthy enough to be betrothed
to a man of your station.

Drape yourself over me.

What?

Disease requires medicine.

I have the cure.

That's a good girl.

There's hope for you yet.

[crying out]

Oh, no.

We're only getting started.

[exclaiming]

[background chatter]

[distant barking]

- Hey, how's about I plant
Toronto's biggest oak

in that sweet ass of yours
in exchange for a bank note
or two?

What? Too girthy for ya?

- [laughter]
- Is it really as large
as you say it is?

♪ Daisy Daisy

♪ Give me your answer do
[laughter]

♪ I'm half crazy
[Daisy screaming]

♪ Over my love of you ♪

[Daisy laughing]

[distant barking]

[distant shouting]

Unless you're here
to have a good time,

and pay for it...

I suggest you
and your friends... fuck off.

Rats.

Fuckin' bastards.

[roaring]

- Well, at least I know
Alistair left everything to me
in his will.

- [Rijkers sighing]
- My apologies, Mrs. Simcoe.

It seems I've kept you up
for no reason.

- No. No,
you had a very good reason.

Unfortunately,
Alistair is being of no help
from beyond the grave.

[sighing]

Hmm.

They're the same size.

- What are the same size?
- The cab drawers.

They're the same size...

...and yet

this file doesn't fit.

A false bottom.

[sinister music]

[intense music]

- Margaret Mehar.
[dramatic music]

[woman screaming]

I need to take this.

- Of course.
But what does this all mean?

- I'll tell you
as soon as I know.

[roaring]
[grunting]

[grunting]

[groaning]
[crying out]

- We gave all you scum
a warning,
but you wouldn't listen!

[grunting]
[groaning]

[Daisy roaring]
[man crying out]

Let go! Fucking bastard!

[screaming]
[groaning]
[crying out]

[screaming]
[grunting]
[crying out]

[whistling]
[grunting]

Daisy!

You murderous bastards!

[moaning]

Oh, Daisy.

Hey.

Daisy.

[soft music]
[slow drumming]

He killed her.

That rich bastard Basil Garvey
killed her.

He killed my Daisy.

[sobbing]

You're here to cleanse
this godforsaken city, huh?

So forget about the small-time
fucks like Alistair Simcoe
and kill Garvey.

[sniffling]
He's the source of all evil.

Kill him.

Oh... Daisy...

You're too good for this world.

Oh...

[grunting]

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