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SUSAN:
Your cleanliness is your responsibility...

...but I expect it taken serious.

I shall advise on girdle, corsage,
garter and bustle...

...advice by which you will abide
if you wish to thrive.

Now, the house takes 60 percent
of all earnings.

It is a good sight less than most, girl.

In return, you shall find yourself free
from harassment of any kind.

If you have a complaint to make,
I will take your side...

...no matter the grounds
nor the Thomas in question.

In short, you'll find yourself fed,
safe and solvent.

Think on it. Return once you have.

Yes, ma'am.

Lucy-

Oh, Lucy. Ha-ha-ha.

Darling.

LUCY: I'll sweep and scrub the floors,
change the gins' linen...

-...cook for them, do whatever you ask of me.
- Lucy. You, a char?

You'd make stepsisters of my girls
and I would have mutiny in a week.

Now, tell me,
where have you been these last years?

Did one of our gentlemen
make you his own?

- Lucy?
LUCY: Please, Miss Susan.

Will you not let me work?

You know I cannot.

Then I know not what will become of me.

Lucy, look at you.

The truth of this world is that men have
designed it for their own purpose and pleasure.

Find you, my darling...

...there is not one primitive desire
in their childlike minds that you do not fulfill.

Which is my curse, miss.

One from which all the world profit,
save myself...

...and one, it seems, I cannot now escape.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

[PEDDLER HAWKING INDISTINCTLY]

Christ on a pony.

[LUCY SOBBING]

Dead. Murdered.

Who is, lady?

HOBBS:
It's all right. It's all right.

JACKSON:
Two shillings is all.

You spend less on butter,
more perhaps on ale.

But a drop will raise you up
when you need raising.

-It's gonna bring you peace after.
HOBBS: Help.

Help me, somebody.

DRAKE:
Hell's bells. Fetch the inspector.

Come sit down here, miss.

- What you been up to?
- Lucy?

REID:
What is this? Who is she?

- Her name's Lucy. Lucy Eames.
- Known to you how?

How do you think? She was one of Susan's.

Lucy-

JACKSON: Bloods not hers, thank God.
REID: Then whose?

Sir, she spoke of murder.

- Two murders.
- Where, girl?

Dog's Neck.

- Dog's Neck.
- The rookery off the back of Cable.

- St. George's Cross?
- That's right.

That slum's due to meet
the wrecking crew today. Hobbs.

DRAKE:
Can we get a blanket?

REID:
Miss, come here. Come here.

Miss, you see this whiskered gentleman
here?

His name is Mr. Artherton.
You have need of anything, you ask him.

She may deserve them, she may not.

ARTHERTON: Best not take chances.
REID: Quite so.

Sergeant, that girl's no stranger to restraints.
Get the telegraph singing.

See if any of our brethren had any cause
to lock up a Lucy Eames,

- Tall, I believe.
- Yes, sir.

REID:
She's one of Miss Hart's girls, you say?

JACKSON: Was.
REID: When?

JACKSON:
Two years ago maybe.

Susan found her lifting her drawers
for the haulers on Limehouse Cut.

Took her in, fed her, waited till she was 16,
let her loose.

She was something, Reid.

- Men stood in line halfway to Hoxton.
- Lucky girl.

So why did they stop queuing?

MAN 1:
Get these people out of here.

Come on. Move along.

MAN 2: It's all coming down today
whether you're out or not.

POLICEMAN: Police coming through.
Stand aside, gentlemen.

Excuse me, madam. Stand aside.

MAN:
Move. Out.

You, out.

JACKSON:
He's gone. Though not long since.

Still warm.

REID: You, you stand there
and watch this man bleed out?

That man, I did.

REID: Who is he?
- Name's Roach.

Collected rents hereabout.

[SNORTS]

What use was he on the day
this building comes down?

Whatever it was, they raised hell about it.

She calling him a devil, he swearing to end her
if she didn't pipe herself down.

- The woman?
- Yeah, Maggie Eames.

This is her place.

REID:
And those are her children that wail out there?

MAN: Them and their whore sister.
REID: Sergeant, gel them out of here.

- Have a man take them to their sister.
SERGEANT: Yes, sir.

You have the tart?

You saw her'?

She was seen...

...walking out of here
like she'd washed herself in his blood.

REID:
You take note of any other?

MAN:
On this day? Amongst this exodus?

Satan himself could have sauntered through
and no man remark on it.

- Your name?
Benton.

Wait outside. Sergeant, shut the door.

DRAKE: Constable, keep hold of this man.
CONSTABLE: Yes, sir.

So she smashes the bottle into his head,
she stabs his throat with it.

He staggers, he shoots.

- No.
- What?

JACKSON:
This wound, the skin, subcutaneous fat.

See how clean it's penetrated?

She stabbed him with that bottle, the work
would be jagged and the flesh scragged.

This is a lancing.

Just one precise thrust.

Miss Eames, then.

REID:
She had no blade on her when she arrived.

- She could've ditched it.
- Certainly.

But...

But she would have struggled
to reach him from where she stood.

Lucy stood...

...here.

See the arc: of arterial blood?

The head's beat projects it
from his severed artery...

...strikes this wall, this wall, this window--

Then hits the girl, leaving that gap.

Give the man a cigar.

He was cut from behind by someone else.

Go on.

She hits him with the gin bottle,
blam, he shoots.

Gets stabbed from behind.

He turns. He falls with the stripe of blood
towards Lucy, but he shoots and misses.

You see that?

Missing because he's turning,
aiming for another.

Blam.

Blam, blam.

Blam.

Towards whoever cut him.

Where's the last? The sixth?

DRAKE: Lower than the others, sir.
REID: It is.

It is, but was it diverted?

By What?

JACKSON:
You see this, captain?

We have six bullets. One in her head...

...four passing directly into the wall
in a correlating tangent.

And the last, the sixth,
perhaps diverted through this window.

DRAKE:
Then that's the slug we need.

[CROWD CHATTERING]

Got you.

JACKSON:
It did pass through a body on its way out.

It's blooded.

Then, a fourth stood...

...here, in their hand,
the knife that killed this man...

...and with him the answer to why he blew
this woman's brains out before he died.

These bodies, mark where they lay
and then they're for your dead room.

Sergeant, keep this room sealed.

There will be truth in it, but we must work it
inch by every inch to find it.

BONE:
You're police?

My name is Stanley Bone of the ICC.

Mine Reid. H Division.

What is it brings a board member of our new
county council out to a slum clearance?

Do you offer your home
to those here rendered without?

Mr. Reid, I am advocate for the
railway company that makes this incursion.

Whatever has called you here
takes place on its land.

It is murder that calls me here.

Murder?

- Of who?
-of a rent collector and tenant.

I am sorry, inspector.

But whilst I pray for the poor departed,
that building comes down today.

No longer. It stays upright
until I know what took place here.

And these workmen will stand idle on full wage
while you discern the details of a rent dispute?

Whatever it is that's discerned here,
yes, they will.

Or are you not also advocate of the police?

Yes, of course.

You must do your duty, inspector.

How now, inspector?

Come to see the march of progress,
have we?

Those who now must find their shelter
where they can?

- That your story, is it?
- I am a man of compassion.

The benighted souls
who must make their lives in such places...

...or meet their deaths there.

Just a name or two, inspector, eh?

Someone here shall tell me eventually,
why not you?

Because I would make your life harder
than it need be, Mr. Best...

...not the reverse.

[BEST SCOFFS]

It will be all right, Lucy.

It will be all right.

Artherton, a Maria for St. George's Cross.
Have Captain Jackson return with all speed.

MAN:
Hush now. There, there. Come on. Shh.

[BABY CRYING]

What's brought you here?

Our Lucy, inspector.

Miss Susan sent me to check on her.

And how do you find her?

As you see her, Mr. Reid.

Just...

...silent in her distress.

Get home, girl.

ROSE:
Yes, sir.

ARTHERTON: She seemed calmed by the
gill's presence, sir. I thought it conducive.

- Never mind that. Have you traced her?
- Not myself, sir. The lad.

Well, Hobbs?

Well, it's only that
the girl seems sad to me, sir...

-...not bad.
- No.

And like you said, she's worn irons before now,
so I did a round of the asylums.

- You found knowledge of her?
- Yes. The Lark House at Bethnal Green.

- And do they send someone?
- A Dr. Crabbe comes.

- Karl Crabbe himself?
- Sir.

He's made a progress with hysterics
that no other doctor of the mind has yet.

Good work, Hobbs. You did right.

Choose two men, take a Maria
to Sergeant Drake. He'll have instructions.

- Yes, sir.
- Give me the keys to those cuffs.

S“.

No, that-- No, child.
That is not what is required of you here.

Are you wounded in any way?

S“.

All I want from you is to talk.

Whatever pleases you, sir.

Drink this.

Can you remember what it was
brought you here?

What happened at the Dog's Neck?

My mama killed, sir.

Not just your mother.

- A man too.
- Yes. Do you know him?

Wm.

What did you see?

Forgive me, Miss Eames.
His blood was shed all upon you.

May I go now, sir?

Where is it that you think you are, Lucy?

I forget.

Your mama, this man...

...help me help you and think.

What did you see?

Just my darkness.

When I woke up,
they were there laid before me.

- And not another soul?
- Mm.

- No one.
- You are sure?

Mm. There's nothing that I'm sure of
in this world, sir.

Lucy, you are aware
that you are with child, are you not?

[BABY CRYING]

REID:
Dr. Crabbe.

CRABBE:
Lucy.

- Mr. Reid.
- Sir.

- I heard you speak last month at Lincoln's Inn.
- At the college.

- A man I know told me I droned that day.
- He cannot have been listening.

And now you have found
and cared for our Lucy.

Dr. Crabbe, you should know,
Miss Eames' mother is killed this day.

Oh, my poor dear girl.

And another man too, name of Roach.
Do you know him, sir?

CRABBE:
No, I do not.

- Was Lucy present?
- She was.

But remembers not a thing?

[DOOR OPENS]

JACKSON:
Get both these bodies to my dead room.

The man who drops one
will be assisting me at autopsy.

No. Wait. Wait.

Take them away now. Hurry. Hurry.

[LUCY SCREAMING AND CRYING]

JACKSON: Reid, I'm sorry.
CRABBE: Shh.

REID: She is epileptic?
- She is ailed by that, yes.

Other conditions, also.

Inspector,
I know you must question her further...

...but I would lodge her in my care
until you have need of her.

CRABBE:
Shh.

Artherton, prepare the papers.

CRABBE: Davis, can we lift her?
REID: Hobbs.

CRABBE:
Thank you.

There, Lucy. Oh.

All is well.

Dr. Crabbe, one last question.

For how long has Miss Eames
been a patient of yours?

A little over two years now,
but she is not permanently resident with me.

You keep no watch over her?

Inspector, to find her health,
it is of considerable importance...

...that Lucy's life feel as commonplace
as yours or mine.

That cannot be the case
if she feel we assess her every move.

When she is ill, she comes to me.

When well...

...she lives as she pleases.

[BABY WHIMPERING]

Excuse me.

[SIGHS]

Sir, these nippers?

I have an idea where they may rest
until we know better what will become of them.

[SIGHS]

[CHILDREN SINGING INDISTINCTLY]

GOREN:
Three times five is...?

REID: Miss Goren? Miss Goren, I am sorry,
I come to impose on you once more.

GOREN: We are friends now, inspector,
you must never apologize for your visit.

This is Betsy.

GOREN:
Hello, Betsy.

Girls, say hello to Betsy.

What is this poor child's story?

Her mother is dead and her sister-

Her sister is of no use to her for now.

No father or uncle?

No, it's men that are the ruin of this family.

This family and many like them, inspector.

- You disagree?
- No, no.

No, merely, my wife would say the same.

Mrs. Reid must be a woman
of great sense and clarity.

She is that, yes.

Then I would like to meet her.

My many thanks again, Miss Goren.

If I have news, you'll be the first to know.

You remember, Lucy? Your room?

Just as it ever was.

ROSE".
Strange. it were like she weren't even there.

Barely even recognized me.

Anyways, I don't know why you're getting
yourself in such a palaver about her.

Think she gave two tosses for you
when she swanned off like Ellen Terry herself?

SUSAN:
She was worth 10 of you, girl.

Oh, Rose, come here, come here.
I'm so sorry.

I fear for her and I blame myself.

Come here.

MUNRO:
Get Reid, sergeant.

ARTHERTON:
Yes, Commissioner Munro.

JACKSON:
Two issues, Reid.

One, whoever did this, from behind,
they had to push upwards...

...from underneath to do so,
so I reckon they would be shorter.

The blade's about 4 inches. A good point.

A switchblade, most likely. A well-made one.

REID: Second issue?
- This woman.

There are fibroids in her womb.

REID:
Explain.

It's like cankers.

Over time they deform the uterus.

The children?

She ain't been confined for over 10 years.

So what then? Are they Lucy's?

[KNOCKS ON DOOR]

Commissioner Munro calls for you, sir.

You're to go with him to the Dog's Neck
railway excavation.

[WORKMEN SHOUTING]

MUNRO:
They are but a few weeks old...

...but these places already have
the chill of eternity.

REID: Why bring me here, sir?
MUNRO: Just hear the man out, Reid.

His concern should be ours also.

Commissioner, inspector, please.

Thank you...

...for responding so speedily to my invitation.
Yourself in particular, inspector.

Get to it. I have two murders above us
need investigation.

BONE: And I will have you returned to them
in short order, Mr. Reid.

As soon as you've seen
just what is built here.

Track is laid for a railway. It is nothing new.

Perhaps not new, but newly efficient.

Every man! A yard back from the line!

Five hundred volts run beneath the rivers
of the junction at Liverpool Street...

...split there to travel east, west
and onwards, Mr. Reid.

Onwards, forever.

Down the next century
and the one that follows.

An organism of transport.

Every borough connected, one to the other.

The poor, sir, not simply the rich...

...will travel for the cost of half a pot of jam
from one end of our city to another.

Their everyday horizon extended,
their aspirations improved accordingly.

Mr. Bone, I have never contested the value
of this machinery to people's lives.

Then assist it.

Inspector, the investment structure
we've constructed for this venture...

...it is as reticulated as the network
we would build.

Each section of line
has a completion guarantee.

That fulfilled,
the next tranche of capital is released.

Should the demolition crew above ground
stand idle for many hours more...

...we risk the collapse of the entire venture.

I beg you, sir.

I beg you, let them proceed.

- Good day to you, fine sirs.
- Who is this gentleman?

REID:
His name is Best. He writes for The Star.

You know me not, councilor,
but I've come to know you, sir.

This is private land. Remove yourself
or Inspector Reid shall do so with his boot.

This is common land from which
I shall ask Mr. Bone my questions...

...of how he feels, four months into its life,
our new county council proceeds.

If its civic enlightenments
are not compromised...

...by the commercial instincts
of its councilors.

I shall not stand here
and listen to these insinuations.

Everything we do, we do for the good
of this city and the benefit of those within it.

Commissioner, inspector.

I'm sure they appreciate your dedication, sir.

Yes, the sacrifices you have made
to your own life.

Your wife, watching the sea roll in,
all alone down in Hove.

No children to comfort you.

The pleasures of a home life foregone
in pursuit of others' happiness.

It must ail you, sir.

It must play on those finely tuned nerves
of yours.

Or do you find other ways
of easing that pain?

Best. Enough. Get gone.

Whatever you say, inspector.

But do not think me gone long.

For myself, Mr. Bone's vision
of a liberal city commune is of little bearing.

No, sir.

What is of greater importance to me is this...

...that each occasion a slum is razed
to the ground...

...it is replaced by the type of brick
and clean steel...

...on which the bacteria of the criminal classes
can no longer fester.

The greater the number of homeless
we send to the wider world...

...the faster our measure of crime falls.

You have my meaning, inspector.

Whatever it is your men do in that rookery,
it stops by end of day...

...or they will find themselves
amidst the rubble.

REID:
There will be sign.

This person might have vanished
as if a ghost, but a ghost they are not.

Where they have passed, the space through
which they have done so must bear witness.

We three, we take one more pass
at this place together.

On your knees, then.

HOBBS:
Oh.

What, Hobbs? What is it?

It's gin, sir.

Sir? Look at this. Blond hair.

REID:
The mother's, most likely.

DRAKE:
What's that?

It's a herb.

Dropped. Brushed aside.

One that I have smelled before.

Hobbs, it's time we knew more
about our dead Mr. Roach.

Get to Companies House.
Find out about his work.

Whether he collected on his own behalf
or for others.

Sergeant, you're with me.

I have a notion
of what may have passed here.

That's for upstairs, cheeky.

Sergeant Drake.

You get your skinny prick out of here.

WOMAN:
Fetch Miss Susan.

Will you arrest me, sir?

No, girl.

I hope he's not left you out of pocket.

[LAUGHS]

Mr. Drake, you do say the funniest things.

- Your mistress, where is she?
SUSAN: This had best be a raid.

If you've come to say your good evenings,
I shall seek compensation.

No good evenings. This is not a raid, either.
I seek an interview, madam.

This way.
But leave your sergeant down there.

He may moon at my girl gratis.

L-- I'll be outside, sir.

Your accomplice's very own suite.

Will you indulge me, Miss Hart?

Allow me to weary you
with some details of my day?

You? Weary me, inspector?

- That girl you once ran.
- Lucy.

A good girl.

She left for what we hoped were better times.

Better or no, she appears this morning
at my station, striped in blood...

...keening after her dead mother.

I've heard of it. And I mourn for her.

Hmm. Yes.

And the man too, Roach.

His carotid opened
with a stab of a honed switchblade.

I prefer you spare me that imagery, Mr. Reid.

Your sensitivities affronted, are they?

- This plant on Captain Jackson's desk.
- What of it?

REID:
Pennyroyal, is it not?

What that man keeps in this room,
I find I prefer not to inquire.

- Then perhaps I might educate you.
- I'd be honored.

Pennyroyal, when brewed strong as infusion,
may bring on miscarriage.

I confess I am surprised a woman
in your line of work, ignorant of this.

What can I say, Mr. Reid?
We are cautious in this house.

Miss Eames is, I would say,
a little under three month pregnant.

Then I mourn for her once more.

As I say, cautious.

[GASPS]

[GRUNTS]

You best tend to that, Susan.

A bullet wound might soon go septic.

SUSAN:
Think of the names I can speak of.

The men of yours whose pleasure's
been found in my house.

- Those ranked higher than you.
- Will you get her locked down?

SUSAN: You and you and you
have all been guests in my house.

With me, Jackson.

JACKSON'.
No, Reid.

I swear it, I have no clue
as to what she's doing here.

How skilled you are, captain.

Your claims to know nothing
of what takes place beneath your own roof.

I am dismayed at myself...

...that I would trust a man
so transparently false.

The two of you, you and Susan.

The lies that you hide behind,
lies that I have allowed to go untested.

Allowed in the foolish instinct
that some good might come from it.

That you might be worth the faith
that I have placed in you.

I am, Reid. You are in a rage
and I understand that rage, but I-

Unh!

No. You knew of her guilt.

And a man who holds secrets
is a secretive man.

And you have the right
to pronounce on that, do you'?

That mess about your shoulder.

All who've laid eyes on it,
every man in this station...

...too afraid to talk about it
even amongst themselves.

Does Drake inquire after it?
Because I'd lay money on it that he doesn't.

Well, that's loyalty for you, Reid.

A dog unable to question the pain or motivation
of the man that it tails about the place.

Well, I shall ask you. I'd hear you speak
of what befell your girl back there.

If you ever speak of her again...

...l shall not trouble myself with asking
after the secrets of your life, captain.

I shall chain you in a cell underground...

...and take billy club to you
until they pour from you like water.

Am I clear?

Am n

My innocence in all this?

There is a suspect down the way
with a bullet wound...

...requiring disinfection and needlework.

REID:
You make no attempt to hide your guilt.

Why should I? I feel no shame for the act.

The animal had killed the woman,
was set to do the same to Lucy.

- I did only as you would have done.
- I should take your word?

SUSAN: Oh, you take what you will, inspector.
It is the truth.

Ah! Careful, quack.

REID:
The truth and the two of you.

Unlikelier bedfellows
a man would struggle to find.

Indeed.

You ask your questions, Mr. Reid.

I will answer and then you may decide
if I do so truthfully or no.

- What brought you to Dog's Neck?
SUSAN: Lucy.

- She invited you?
- I followed her there.

REID: From?
- Tenter Street.

Two years and not a word,
not a solitary clue...

...as to whether she lived or breathed.

Then, dressed fine as a lady,
she knocks on my door.

What did she want?

Her old room back.

But she was dressed fine, you say?

I have no explanation for it, sergeant,
just the fact of it.

Then what did you say to her, Susan?

That, thoroughbred or no,
three months pregnant...

...she was no use whatsoever to your stable.

- Then what?
- Why ask me?

I imagine, being fond of her,
you felt remorse.

Then you hurried after the girl,
pennyroyal in hand...

...to tell her that were she to find herself free of
her burden she might once again be welcome.

“Mm?

But it is what you found there
that interests me the most.

I heard her from the street.

- She raged at him.
- Margaret?

JACKSON:
On what topic?

DRAKE:
They were flattening the place.

He wanted his dues before they did so.

No.

She screamed of what she knew of him...

...and that she would be silent no longer.

And he said that she would if she knew
what would allow her to keep breathing.

I heard glass break.

The bottle against his head.

The reports of a revolver. Lucy screaming.

- You entered.
SUSAN: Lucy was hysteric.

You produced your blade.

And you cut...

...from behind.

And what of Lucy?

I left her there.

Squirming in the dirt.

Why do you stare? It is a case solved.

- Reid.
DRAKE: No longer, American. Away with you.

JACKSON:
Reid, do you intend to charge her on this?

- For saving a girl's life?
REID: A man was killed by her hand.

- A slumlord ape set on murder.
REID: Still a man.

And you never thought it worth asking
why this man took a pistol to this woman?

Or whose threat he carried with him?

Captain Jackson, I shall be the master
of all inquiries I make of myself.

Door, please, sergeant.

[KNOCKS ON DOOR]

DRAKE:
ls it worth asking? Do you think, sir?

Yes, Bennet. I suspect it is.

GOREN:
David, be quiet. Down and sleep.

- Good night. Good night, good night.
GIRL 1: Good night, miss.

GOREN:
Sleep.

ELLIE:
Good night.

Oh, Ellie, I have your dolly.

There. Tuck down.

GIRL 2: Good night, miss.
- Good night. Good night.

- Go to sleep.
GIRL 3: Good night, miss.

GIRL 4: Good night, miss.
- Good night. Good night.

Shh.

[DOOR OPENS]

[CLOSES DOOR]

[SIGHS]

Oh, no.

Betsy.

Betsy?

Betsy?

Bet-- Unh!

Miss Goren?

It seems all I bring to you
is violence and distress.

Find the children, please, inspector.

[MANS CLICKS TONGUE]

Lucy Eames.

Two years since. you say she walked away
from your house with no warning.

- I do.
- The oldest child found in that room...

...l guess she approached that age.
Do you agree?

- Mm.
- Then I suggest this to you.

You cast her out for the same reason
you cast her out this day just passed...

...that she was pregnant
and no longer welcome in your house.

You think me callous, inspector...

...and perhaps I am that...

...but I loved that girl like a sister.

She never did say what took her away,
but I had my theories.

- Proceed.
- The first of her attacks--

The fits from which she suffers?

It had come two months previous.

Near scared the Thomas,
with whom she was engaged, to his death.

- There were more?
- Perhaps five, graver too.

We found her gone
the day after the last one had left her.

My belief? She went to find their remedy.

[REED ORGAN PLAYING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

CRABBE:
Gentlemen, please, come this way.

REID:
In the treatment you conducted with her...

...did she speak at all
of the children born unto her?

CRABBE:
She did not.

REID:
Nor of the child she carries in her belly new?

Mr. Reid, my patients past, present, future...

I have no family of my own...

...and as a consequence,
they are doubly precious to me.

Such love means I will not judge them
nor demand their secrets.

They come to me, arms wide for assistance
and I render it...

...without condition.

Until Lucy chooses freely to tell me
the details of her life away from here...

...l will not ask her of them.

Then that, and I hope you will forgive me
for this, doctor, that must be my task.

REID:
Lucy?

I bring greetings from Miss Susan.

Miss Susan is a lady.

As are you, Lucy.

Not I, sir.

I would be so...

...but I'm not.

And who is it says so?

The world...

...its law.

God's law.

Because you have children
and are unmarried?

Many reasons, sir.

Tell me, Lucy, what-f?

What was it brought you
to Miss Susan's yesterday?

- Miss Susan sent me away.
- I know, I know.

But after two years, and with child inside you,
it is desperate of you.

Tell me, Lucy, please,
will you name that despair?

Lucy?

Lucy-

The children that your mother cared for,
the child that is inside you now...

...which man is father to them, Lucy?
It is but one man, is it not'?

Do not be frighted, child.
It is in my gift to guarantee your safety.

No-- No, no, I cannot.

- No, I cannot! I cannot, no!
- Calm, calm, calm.

I cannot!

[INDISTINCT

CRABBE:
There, there. Shh.

It's all right.

All right.

DRAKE:
Miss Eames' medication.

Mr. Reid would know its contents.

- Hobbs, Hobbs, Hobbs. Slow down, say again.
- Yes, sir.

Sir, Gordon Roach,
that's the murdered rent collector, sir...

...has a company name of Roach Collections.
REID: Imaginative.

Yes.

No.

HOBBS: Roach Collections pays into
and receives stipend from a trust.

- Name of?
- Stickleton.

- The Stickleton Trust.
- Its board members?

Not listed. The only name, that of a lawyer.
A Mr. Pinch.

Now, I visited Mr. Pinch...

Well, Mr. Pinch's clerk, that is.
And impressed on him the value of this--

- Yes, yes, yes, Hobbs, skip to it.
- Sir, the only trustee of the Stickleton Trust...

...is Mr. Stanley Bone.

REID:
Sergeant Drake. With me.

Stanley Bone. Everything you have, now.

Hang it.

Fred Best tells you
he needs something shown in return.

You do as I ask, I will give to you a story...

...that, though you connive and bribe your way
to the devil himself, it will not be bettered.

- Go on.
- How Stanley Bone, secret slumlord...

...is exposed by the actions
of a whore-runner.

Corruption and sex, Mr. Best.

Surely it does not come more honeyed
than that.

JACKSON:
Oh, yeah, Mama! I have you now!

Where's Reid?

ARTHERTON:
He's out. He may be some time.

I want you to tell me
or I'm gonna shoot Hobbs here.

Relax, Hobbs. Man, I'm only joking.

I could no more shoot you
than I could shoot my own mother.

Artherton, on the other hand...

As you know, inspector, he was one of the first
raised up in January by our new council.

In March, he and his friends agree
that the Dockhead slum in Southwark...

...make way for the 8&6 Railway
and its very first tunnel.

Dockhead was also owned and collected
by the Stickleton Trust?

BEST: It was.
- Thus Mr. Bone recommends...

...the compulsory purchase of his own slum.

- And profits tidily.
- Mr. Best, the last I saw you...

...you made heavy weather of matters that
relate closely to Mr. Bone's personal status.

- I did. It is true.
REID: Elaborate, if you please.

Mr. Bone is a man
who came to ambition late.

His youth was not a happy one.
Beset with fits.

He's epileptic?

- Was. He eventually found the cure.
- The cure, where was it found?

JACKSON: You will let me pass
or you will suck on this iron.

MAN:
Sir, stop. You can't go in there.

Drake.

Look, I swear,
I'm not gonna shoot you, only...

Tell Reid...

...that the vial, Lucy's medication...
Uh...

What?

- What is it?
-It is amphetamine.

The doctor who gave Mr. Bone his cure,
his name is Crabbe, is it not?

- It is, Mr. Reid.
- We go. Ah, one last question.

You jibed about his bachelor status.
What did you mean by this?

That is the last piece of my puzzle, Mr. Reid.

There was tell he had a woman cached away
somewhere, and a set of bastards too.

Did you find them?

Never could, Mr. Reid. More's the pity, eh?

Indeed.

Your carriage is here.

A carriage that takes you to honor
the latest chapter...

...of your ever more celebrated life
in this city.

Think on that.

Remember how you lived
the first you came to me...

...cursed by fits...

...and reliance on your merciless wife?

You think I forget?

Am I not grateful
for what you have done for me?

I question your commitment
to all that still lies ahead of us.

Roach silenced the woman.

I've had the children separated and removed
100 mile from here, as you suggested.

I do not refer to your unloved bastards,
as you well know.

It was your success
had this sanatorium built...

...and she my gift to you in return.

A child, blooming into woman,
who would see in you...

...not the stammering lunatic of your youth...

...but a vision of strength and hope.

You have enjoyed her.

But she is all used now.

And must have her mind cleaned
of all she knows of you.

But she is so young.

She loo may find the temperance
you've led me toward.

No. She grows ever more disturbed.

And this Reid draws close.

I will not allow you to make a ruins
of the life I have built for you.

She must be silenced,
so put her from your mind...

...as you have the memory
of the man you once were.

And leave me...

...to bring her a more permanent peace.

Karl, I would say goodbye.

CRABBE:
Thank you, nurse.

Stanley.

Say what you need to say.

Goodbye, Lucy.

Goodbye, my love.

Stanley? Stanley, where do they take me?

I've got another inside me, Stanley,
I got another.

- Stanley? Stanley?
-It's all right, Councilor Bone.

We cannot build a railway
without that we demolish a slum or two.

Sta--

[WHIMPERING]

Sta--

- Wait. That was Bone.
-It can wait. We keep our course.

CRABBE.
Hush. Lucy.

Shh.

Imagine it.

A calm entire.

Hm? No questions, no hurtful thoughts.

No urgent and unhappy desires.

Simply peace.

You found us.

GOREN:
It was not easy.

You've hidden this refuge well.

But that is a benefit to those you house,
I'm sure.

- It is.
- Miss Goren.

Inspector.

Nicholas. Betsy. Hello, hello.

Come here, you.

[memes]

Come on, let's go inside, shall we?

We'll show you the room
Mrs. Reid's got for us. Come on.

- Will you take tea, Miss Goren?
- Yes, thank you.

Gentlemen, ladies.
The switch is thrown, the line is live.

Find beneath this earth here,
the electric age forges en.

CROWD:
Yeah.

This railway, this underground railway...

...is the capstone of all that we,
your grateful servants, would build here.

The foundation, ladies and gentlemen,
of a new city.

A city that, though it rises
from dank and fetid earth...

...will gleam with the purpose
and clarity of a summer morning.

Because if the future stands for anything,
it stands for hope.

You do not have to do this thing.

I do, inspector.

BEST:
H Division's Inspector Reid.

What intrusion is this?

Yes, Stanley, I still have my wits.

- Miss, miss. What is your name?
- Her name is not relevant. Her story is.

I know you, Stanley Bone.

You proclaim to these good people...

...about the future's gleaming hope...

...but the tongue you speak with is forked.

And the future you speak of,
it is built on evil and corruption.

[CROWD GASPS]

You had me as your slave,
denied our children...

...had my mother murdered...

...and you would have sent me to a living hell
had it not been for this inspector here.

You are no man...

...but you are a beast
that has risen deep from the earth...

...in which you dig into.

Mr. Stanley Bone!

You halt for the police!

[BONE SCREAMS]

MAN:
Watch yourself. Off the track.

Turn it off, somebody.

Christ alive.

You're famous.

From a Leman Street cell
to the front page in a day.

- Someone must be fond of you.
- Hmph.

Such fame is impermanent.

You'd better hope so. Otherwise, it's gonna be
you and me lacking in permanence.

Whoever we contend with here,
they are no ordinary cracksmen.

- Again.
- All men stand equal before the law...

-...do they not?
- That is the law.

It is your law. ls it yours?

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