All language subtitles for Ripper.Street.S02E07.1080p.BluRay.x264-CREATiVE24

Stay there. Get back in line.

That man - you.

You, step away.

You want to steal from De Graal?

You will never steal more!

Arrghh!

Back to work! Back to work!

You see that?

The black bastard's hand
just came apart!

Are you the lady
lives beneath the name Hart?

I am. May I know your name, sir?

Oh - you take men's names
in such places?

Ones I do not quite trust, yes.

There's a countryman
I hoped to find here.

He lives beneath the name Jackson,
I understand.

I know him.

And I hope never to see him again.

Forgive me, ma'am.

Then where might I seek him out?

Sir.

Mr...?

Judge.

There a...surgeon works here?
An American?

Daniel?

Twinkle?

You are a sight for a weary man.

Oh! Ah!

I thought you were dead,
you son of a bitch.

Twink...really...

Is that any way
to greet your brother?

Rose?

Mr Reid.

What do you do here, Rose?

I search for Bennet Drake, Inspector.

There's twice, sir,
I owe my life to him.

I walk this way twice a day

and will stop only
once I have found him.

I cannot forsake him.

You and I are joined in that, Rose.
Here...to help...

..with your enquiries.

Thank you, Mr Reid.
I shall return it.

You return it to him.

Edmund?

Chief Inspector - I am glad to find

your housebreaking skills
have not gone neglected.

You are here for why?

It has been a month

since...Sergeant Drake
handed you his badge

and went missing.

He will return or...he will not.

But you...

..my friend...

..you are to extract
your head from your arse

and get about your work once more.

Mm - mmmm!

Wherever it is you've been,

you still haven't learned
any manners.

Hm - get some more wine, will you?
Daniel, where have you been?

Last I heard, you were in Cairo.
You wrote me.

And then I wasn't.
And didn't write you.

For eight years.
What are you, our mother?

"Gas and lighting", you said.
"Come", you said.

"Egyptians knew nothing
about everything

"and have coin to spend on a man
with experience of a modern city."

Which was true.

But you know nothing
of either gas nor lighting.

They didn't know that.
I was American.

They heard my voice
and assumed I was Edison.

And then?
Mm, steamer to Lake Victoria.

Over land to Mombasa.

Mombasa to Sofala.

And Sofala to...Courtvale.

And what do you do there?
Did you dig yourself a mine, Daniel?

You getting this?
Twink, you are an angel.

To work then.

Sergeant.

Mr Reid.

Still no sign nor word?
No, none. Today's roll?

Assaults, pockets lifted,
quiet day thus far.

No deaths reported -
accidental or otherwise?

None, sir.
Then that is at least something.

Here. These men - surveyors.
There's three of them.

Set upon by thugs
in the noonday sun.

Basin Slum.
They're council surveyors.

Who reported this offence?

Councillor Cobden, sir.
They were her men, I believe.

This man. Hinchcliffe.
Craftsman, Mr Reid.

I know that, Constable.

The man made my wife's wedding band.

His complaint? That he is defrauded.

You met with him? Yes, sir.

Flight,
would you consider it an intrusion

if I spoke with him myself?

Not at all, Inspector.

In fact, I should be grateful
for your insight.

Sergeant, I am to Hinchcliffe
and thence to Councillor Cobden.

Yes, Mr Reid.
With me, Flight.

Mr Werner and I -

commerce had been established
for a little over six months.

Thank you.
No, thanks.

A necklace one week,
a watch strap the next month,

a bracelet or two.

Payment was prompt
on each and every occasion...

And then the final order was made
by Werner himself.

Indeed, I could see no reason
to distrust him.

It was a substantial order.

Two necklaces set with rubies,
three brooches likewise.

Earrings...

Such an opportunity.

I could have fed my family
for half a year.

Mr Hinchcliffe,
such men as this Werner

are wise in their deception.

There is no shame
in your trust of him.

But the loan I took on
to manufacture those goods

its repayment...

If this man is not found,
my goods recovered and sold...

..then my family
is for the workhouse.

We will find him.
Sir, restitution will be made.

This quarter, Flight,
all that we see here, daily -

abduction, murder -

it is perhaps understandable
that crimes like these

do often go unreported

and that they are treated
by ourselves

as not mattering a great deal
in comparison.

But honest trade practised
with skill and good heart

and now cheated of income?

For this neighbourhood
to emerge from the swamp,

the Hinchcliffes of our world

must feel our support
and encouragement.

You have it, Flight. It all matters.

You find this man Werner for me.

It is a complaint of common assault,
Inspector.

A bobby with a notebook
would have been quite adequate.

If not, in fact, preferable.

There was an opportunity to see you
and I...took it.

And no such similar opportunity
presented itself

in the month since you last stood
in that doorway

and professed that what you felt
for me was love?

Much has happened since that night.

My, er...my sergeant.

His wife was taken from him.

I do hope that you will
pass my sympathies.

I cannot find him, Jane.

I believe he holds himself
responsible for it.

And was he? No.

But such guilt...

..it is not unfamiliar to him.

Nor to myself.

I try to understand, Edmund.
I do. But...

Almost five weeks to sit alone

in the confusion of knowing
that you...

What is it here that frightens you
so much?

That in seeking to make you happier
than you were before,

I might, in fact, do the reverse.

I am afraid that's already
been achieved.

But, Edmund, it is within your power
to remedy it.

Well...let me begin, at least,
by helping you with this matter

of the assaults on your men
at St Paul's Wharfside.

Now I have you.

I believe I've found him, Sergeant.
Who's that, Mr Flight?

The confidence man - Werner.

He is accused of defrauding
Mr Hinchcliffe.

Every year, five similar swindles
on five similar tradesmen -

smiths, furniture makers, tailors.

Then within a week,
a flash-sale advertised,

the belongings of bankrupt
businesses and properties.

There is one such "sale"
begins this very morning, Sergeant.

Well...

..then you best go shopping,
Mr Flight.

I seek a man called Werner.

Two shillings?

You are Werner?

What is it you want, boy?

A frock to step out in?

H Division.

Stop him!

H Division, is it?

Well...

..you're in Limehouse now.

And I...am protected.

Yes. That's right, Daphne.

You know who runs things
around here.

The name "Shine" familiar to you,
is it?

But guilt and penalty of sin
may be removed, may they not,

through good deeds?

You strive to perform God's will
in your work?

I do, Father.

What is it you want, my son?

To be a good man.

Come on - get upstanding, Perkins.

Barton, water. Yes, sir.

Inspector Shine -
I would speak with you, sir?

Well now, Constable Flight -
how I've missed ya, my boy.

My cuckoo in another man's nest.

What word from Leeman Street?

Come here.

I am set to apprehend
a man named Werner,

but now find I cannot do so

for the fact he pays you
his protection.

You are not to get yourself
flustered, Detective Constable.

Mr Werner can be careless.

And you are guilty of nothing

but performing the duties
with which you are entrusted.

Forgive me, but that is not...quite
accurate now, is it?

What's this?

Do you now succumb to introspection?

Do not forget what you were
when I first found you -

a little Paddy wretch
destined for jail or an early grave.

And now look at you -
quite the CID swell.

So perhaps the estimable Reid

does not consider you quite
as efficacious in your crime-solving

as he might wish.

But that is not the prime purpose
that finds you by his side, is it?

Is it, Flight? No, sir.

Then what is?

To forewarn you...should his gaze
fall in your direction.

Great. Good boy.

You're a week late
with your payments, madam.

I know this.

The man I regret I must call
husband has squandered it.

Are matters rectified?

They are not.

And you recall
the terms of our agreement?

I do.

Girls!

And before we commence
such discussions,

I thought you might enjoy a little
of what we have built here.

On the house, of course.

You mean on MY house, do you not?

I do.

Send them away.

Leave us, girls.

Perhaps it is early. No.

They are early in years.

It is not a girl I want, madam.
It's a woman.

After all, there is an additional
clause in our contract.

It is not too much to ask, is it,

when your handing to me
but one night of pleasure

might in return hand you
your freedom?

Come.

Mr Duggan's particulars -

we are asked
which is the best room for them.

Why so startled, Madam?
After all, it is my house.

Now, where would you suggest?

♪ I feel so glad

♪ I never had such joy
within my heart

♪ I've been asked out

♪ And without doubt

♪ I'm dying to make a start... ♪

What am I to do, Miss Hart?

You wish for Miss Erskine to rise
from matinee to evening billing,

but surely you must see
the girl sings like a reed

caught in a March gale.

♪..I'll ask him home for tea

♪ I shall say to my young man gay
if he treads upon my frock

♪ Randy-pandy, sugardy candy

♪ Buy me some almond rock. ♪

And I do all I can to repay
your generous faith in me, but...

Hush.

The man is a fool,

with no more taste and discernment
than a monkey in a milliner's.

We shall see you right.

One day or the next, I shall have
to learn to survive by myself.

And besides -
if you'll forgive me asking...

..do you not have more pressing
matters to contend with? Why?

What have you heard, Rose?
Only that the Captain's currently...

..absent from Tenter Street.

I shall be fine
and you are not to fret.

Well - best be about it, then.

Rose, forgive me...

..but do you...

..do you remember the first man
who...paid for you?

Of course.

And did it...

Were you changed by it?

Well, changed how, Miss?

Inside yourself.

When you were then
with another man -

a...a man you loved, for example.

Miss Susan,
I have never known what it is

to lie with a man I love.

Oh, hail the conquering hero.
What's this, Constable?

You do not have your man in irons?

I believed I had found him, sir,
but...I had not.

This confidence man named Werner.
He defrauds men of jewellery.

Good jewellery. Keep at it, Flight.
Yes, sir.

Evening, girls.

How do, Rosie?

Late for a girl like you -
unless you want to get in line.

What's this, Rose?
Still hunting for your beau, are ya?

He ain't my beau, Gracie.
But I look for him all right.

Here, look. I've got a picture now.

Have you seen him? I seen him.

Where, Gracie?

Nowhere you want to go, girl.

Please.

Look, I'll pay whatever you need
to get you off the street tonight.

Only tell me.

Last bets, my gentle and good men.
Last bets!

Here they come.

How many blows will it take
to fell this man?

An healthy variation in opinion.

Let us discover the limits
of this man's pain!

Break his jaw!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa!

That is 13, gentlemen, 13.

No man has wagered more.

This book is closed.

And this house shall not be
paying out tonight!

Bennet?

Oh, Bennet.

What have you done to yourself?

Ah! Ow! Bennet!

You abandoned that cat house
and that woman

to come live here?

Who's to say it was me
left the place?

Sorry, Twink, I just thought
that...I'm the type to up and leave

and that, most like, you were also.

Yeah? Well, don't think.

Jesus.

What did you do?
Doesn't matter. Don't ask.

Yeah...probably for the best.

You'd have quit her,
one day or the next.

This way, you got no guilt.

And you get to feel wronged.

That must be good.
Stop it, Daniel.

Stop what?
The kinship routine.

But we are kin, Twink.

In blood, regrettably,

but me and you...we ain't even
close to alike.

Where were you born?
I'm not playing, Daniel.

"Why, Richmond, Virginia."

Well, now blow me down. So was I.

When did you leave?
"Soon as I could."

Myself likewise.

Where did you go?

"Far as I could.
So long as it weren't home."

Your father was a doctor?
Mine the same.

Well, what befell him?

"The torpor of his life
got the better of him,

"until one night suppertime,

"he opened his jugular
over the Sunday meatloaf."

Rrrggghhh!

Jackson! Hey!

That's our host, Daniel.

You play nice, now.
You're Reid?

Why did you not say?

"Twink"?

Twinkle.

On account of
his cheerful disposition.

Ah.

Well...good night, Mr Judge.

Hmm.

I do hope our city
will not detain you long.

Sarcasm, Daniel -
it means he hopes you leave soon.

You put that back, Twinkle.

Or blood or no blood,
I will slit you.

So are you going
to show me what it is?

35 carat diamond in the rough.

You think De Graal won't miss that?

6,000 miles, Cape Town to London.

But they established
a syndicate here.

The diamond merchants of London
are given stock for their loyalty.

You march down to Hatton Garden
to sell that,

well...they're going to kill you.

I did not come visiting
on my little brother to get dead.

I need a crook, then.

Well, there, I can help you.

I work for the police, remember.

And Daniel, if this gets sold
and cleaned thanks to me...

..I'm taking half.

And you can guarantee
that when I return this evening,

my silverware will be intact?

He's my brother, Reid.
What am I supposed to do?

Get rid of him?

Evening, Flight.

This guy, Werner? What of him?

Look, my dead room lacks
for residents,

I have some time on my hands,

why not talk me through
what you got?

I could help you, Constable.

Did you try this place Finkels, yet?

I have. Werner has not sold
there for three years now.

Excuse me, darlin', but if you saw
the pox he carried, you'd thank me.

Oh, no!

I may have something.

Someone.

The station is investigating
a man named Werner.

Long firm man.

Has in the past sold goods to
a jeweller named Finkel.

And this Finkel...he does
not deal with this syndicate?

Who's to say?
But he does deal with criminals.

It's all we have, Daniel.

You believe your share of this will
allow for your return to your wife?

It cannot but help.

You think it the only reason
she cast you out?

It's not.

It is never.
What do you know about it?

You have some happy
hearthside waiting for you

when you get done with this?

Yeah, I didn't think so.

Listen to me...

I got rich and I got poor again,

but the same smell
still followed me.

This Finkel comes to fruition -
you'll have your half.

But don't go thinking that Judge
stink leaves you, Twink.

It don't.

This is Wainwright? Yes, sir.

He progresses?

He does. Quarterfinals now, sir.

Our challenger for the Lafone Cup.

He's a good fighter?

He is no Bennet Drake, sir.
But he improves.

Flight? Your pursuit of this
Werner? What progress?

I hunt him, sir. I do so now.

Well, go to it, then.

Although one assumes
the identity of this year's

victor as certain as ever.

Quite so, Mr Reid.

Keep your back straight!

Five acres, in which reside
6,000 individuals,

and the rate at which they die here

is four times that of
the rest of this city.

As you know, I plan to replace these
shanties with modern and sanitary

dwellings in which people might live
out of choice, not obligation.

However, this I cannot do
unless the party, or parties,

that own these lands permit it.

Currently, all our surveyors
encounter is violence

from hired thugs.

It is for this reason,
ladies and gentlemen,

that I invite you here today
to urge you, in print,

to shame these opaque and hidden
powers into good faith negotiation.

To ask them to stand forward

and have a care for the
future lives of their tenants.

I thank you.

Councillor. The investigations
I have made for you.

You wish to cause men shame,
it's better for you

to have a name with which
to do so - Obsidian Estates.

The rest I leave to you
and whichever of these muckrakes

you can bring to your side.

What's this, Inspector? What's this?

A man of your many occupations
suddenly diverted by paperwork?

Miss Cobden has a hope that less
people might die here

than is currently the case.

That hope is shared by the police -
if not by yourself.

Councillor. Inspector.

He is a man of noble intent,
our Inspector Reid.

Do you not find, Miss Cobden?

Sir. You are Finkel?

Is there anything in particular
for which you search?

Not so much a thing...as a man.

Man called Werner.

You are American.

I've spent the last five or
six years in Africa, however.

The South of Africa -

part of the world that
the British now call their own.

Big hole in the ground that
has come to be named Courtvale.

Well, you must have
seen many things there,

many stories to bring with you.

Hmm. Some other belongings, perhaps.

Belongings this man Werner, whom you
seek, might indeed assist you with?

Size?

It is on your person?

And should Mr Werner
wish to find you - find you

and perhaps view this item -
there is an address?

Thank you for your time.

He asked for you by name. I heard.

Police, you think? He was American.

Well, that ain't no impediment
these days, I can tell you.

However, he does have
a stone he hopes you might acquire.

A large one. But stolen, I imagine.

Not in the current mood. No.

We do our duty by our masters

and we inform the syndicate.

This one searches for you.

Mr Hinchcliffe.

Detective Flight.

Sir.

Please...I have found him.

The fraudster Werner.

Seen him, in fact.

He is at Hatton Garden.

Will you not come?

Er, yes, sorry, of course...

Please. Five minutes, sir.

Mr Hinchcliffe.

Thanks for your urgent attention,
Mr Flight.

Not at all. We must hope
we find him there, still.

This is it, Detective.

H Division.

Then you have
yourself lost, friend.

Do you see the article, sir?
There, Detective.

My stolen earrings!

You do not give me those eyes.

You have been well safeguarded
from the realities of your position.

This is your life.

Werner!

And you, sir, you fetch a mop.

Mr Shine, you have
lost your reasoning.

You wish this lad to
put me in irons

and fetch me to his Leman Street
masters.

Now come here.

You old kike!

You see, this lad here has been seen
leaving in the company

of this ex-gentleman here.

He returns to the Leman Street
fold without neither of you,

and questions get asked.

Que... Questions is going
to get asked any which way.

Indeed. But you will
be there to answer them.

"No, Mr Reid, I have never met
a man named Hinchcliffe.

"No, sir, I know nothing
of no jewellery order."

Who will there be to say otherwise?

In due course there will be nothing
for it but to show you the door.

Well, what about their other
methods of questioning a man?

His station house's
reputation for violence

walks ahead of his inspector.

They will torture me, Mr Shine.

Give me your hand,
give me your hand...

Mr Reid has no
stomach for such acts...

relies instead on another
man's brutality.

And that man -
the good Sergeant Drake -

is no more for that beat.

So you and the lad
let yourselves out.

Sharp like.

Begging your pardon, sir. Yes, miss?

Why is it you men
dig so big a grave?

Many bodies are to be
buried in it, miss.

The beggared and
nameless dead of this parish.

Sergeant Artherton,
no loss of life as yet?

None, sir.

The man, Werner, sir.

And so?

Denies it all. As one expects.

Good work, Flight.

Sergeant Artherton, have this
man booked and locked down.

Now, where is Mr Hinchcliffe?

He's away home, sir,
to pass the news to his wife.

You are aware, are you not,
Flight, that he

must make formal identification?
I am, sir, but he was insistent.

Well, you go, fetch him to me now.

Yes, sir.

You have no wish to speak
with me, Bennet...

I see that.

But I will not be diverted
now that I have found you,

because I am your true friend.

I know that I have been
cruel to you in the past.

And you must look at me now and see
nothing but a reminder of your pain.

But I am your friend

and I will not desert you.

So you go back to your graves
and your dosshouses,

and you be sure of this...

As the day begins
and the night ends,

you will find me waiting for you.

You think you can hide from life

and perhaps another man might...

but not a man such as you,
Bennet Drake.

You believe yourself are cursed -

you are not.

You believe you carry only pain
into other people's lives -

you do not.

Bennet, you brought love into mine.

A love that is keener
now than ever it was.

You are a good man.
You are a good man.

I will say those words
until the day I die.

Bennet Drake is the
best of men and this life,

this world, will not let
him sink from its surface.

Miss Hart, please.

Mr Judge.

Mr Daniel Judge.

Who?
I ain't ever 'eard of no Judge.

Please, sir.

You cannot bring a diamond
here without that the

house of De Graal
discovers that act.

We know who you are,
where you have been.

And now - thanks to our friend
and associate Mr Finkel -

we know where you currently reside.

The house of De Graal knows all
and everything about you, sir.

Are you not pleased?

The wine is German.

And so I say again...

are you not pleased?

I am not.

And I believe this
fact known to you.

My house is no longer my own.

Your life is no longer
your own, madam.

And yet you know what will
make my presence here

be a thing of the past.

Duggan...I cannot.

Miss Hart,

you allow other women to perform
an act from which you profit.

Yet you baulk at performing
it yourself! Please!

I cannot.

Duggan, what are you doing?

Long Susan.

Why is it they call you so?

Because look -

you are no bigger than a pepper pot.

But let me be clear.

You do not oblige me.

Myself, my men
are the future for this house

because I have it in mind,

that your ladies do not work as hard
as others in their profession.

This house's profits
might be greater

and so I shall see to it they are
never, never off their backs.

And it will not be gentlemen.

Oh, no, it will be navvies

and dockers and soldiers
and they will be in and out so fast

I shall install baffle gates
to the doors.

Terrible things, madam, which only
you have the power to prevent.

Think hard on my terms, madam,
think hard.

And do not preoccupy yourself
with thoughts of escape,

because for a prize such as you,
sweet Susan...

..I will pursue that
to the end of time.

Flight?

What of Hinchcliffe?

I cannot find him, sir.

You have spoken to his family?
Left word for him? I have, sir.

Until he returns, we must deal
with Mr Werner ourselves.

How is it we have not met before,
Mr Werner?

Perhaps because I am an honest man,
Inspector.

Nathaniel Hinchcliffe.

I have never heard that name.

He knows you, sir.

Does he, now?

I say he does not.

You established trade and trust
and then you defrauded him.

Then you bring him here and
let me deny it to his face.

Deny it all you wish,
I know it for truth.

Well, I have heard it said

that you are a man for
fantasies, Inspector.

And that the power behind your
threats is now gone from you.

Is that all the questioning
you may muster?

Am I now to be released?
No, you are not!

You policeman...

..animals, to the last man.

As I say, animals.

It is almost three days and still

there are no deaths
reported in Whitechapel.

This does not give me cause for joy.

It gives me cause
for grave foreboding.

There is evil afoot, Flight,

and I cannot determine
from where it springs.

I need Drake.

Smash him!

Come on, then.

Why do you send for me?

Because I love you.

Love is no use to me currently.

I swear to you,
this could change everything.

Please?

I... I-I swear...

..on everything I hold dear.

That is the problem with men
such as yourself, Mr Judge.

You hold nothing dear.

Apart, perhaps,
from that which you steal.

Nothing upstairs, brother.

It don't look like much,
I grant you that.

And it is stolen, I assume.

Do you know what he says
we can get for this?

Me and Daniel's share,
15,000.

That's ten for Duggan.

You and me...

..five to then live as we please.

A moment comes in a woman's life

when she may no longer
deal in dreams.

This?

This is fantasy...

..or it is death,

and it might well be both.

No.

Captain Homer Jackson.

Matthew Judge. Husband.

No.

I will have no more of you
and your dreams.

The world is what it is.

And I must live with that.

You Boer half-wits.

You have nothing on me.

Nothing...

So leave now or kill me.

But if kill me you must,

know that you do so

in the home of an inspector
of the Metropolitan Police.

Come.

You work late.

You know my habits?

They are of a kind with mine.

Why have you come here?

I feel a despair in me.

And the thought of you...eases it.

You are hurt.

A man's jaw.

Why do you tell me this?

Do you wish me to disapprove?

No.

I need you to see
my life as it is.

So that I may say
that I am appalled...

..or that I am afraid of you?

Your work, its requirements,

those are not the things
that frighten me, Edmund.

What frightens me is your
existence on this Earth.

Come.

Only two more now, lads.

Steady now, watch your step.
I said, watch it!

No, you fool, look out!

Get him up.

Drake, you leave it where it lies.

I said, leave it!

Mr Reid, you must come now, sir!

H Division!

Life, Mr Reid, is
offended by you and me.

Oh, my Lord God.

I am heartily sorry
for having offended you.

You see... Fight him!

..I cannot be ended.