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1 ♪ He made their glowing colors ♪

♪ He made their tiny wings ♪

♪ All things bright and beautiful ♪

♪ All creatures great and small ♪

♪ All things wise and wonderful ♪

Oh, it's that journalist again.

What does he want from us?

I have business to attend with him.

- Now? - Mm.

- But... - What business?

Just something that needs attending to.

You made me so proud in there.

I'll be back by this evening. Mm.

- Just you? - Mm-hmm.

Why does Papa have to work on a Sunday?

I don't think your wife likes me very much.

- I don't think anyone likes you very much. - How charitable.

Well, detective.

Where do we start?

Follow me.

According to the photo,

he was standing further to the right.

No, your right.

- Just trying to be helpful. - Your silence would help more.

Fancy some fun today, love?

What exactly are you doing?

The suspect saw the body, heard your footsteps, and hid,

extinguishing the gaslight to avoid you seeing him,

where I pulled a set of his finger markings.

And he must've been stuck hiding in this alcove long enough until...

...enough of a crowd arrived for him to disappear.

What have we got here? Oh!

You're having a good time, aren't you?

You gonna arrest them too?

So, what do you hope to find? A boot print?

Some sort of markings

left behind in the corner he was standing in.

Hmm?

The cane's imprint. Right.

We know the handle's a swan neck,

a medical handle used for limbs to help carry your weight.

We've already deduced

the limp is in the left leg, as he holds the cane in his right hand,

but from this indentation we can see the cane is hexagonal.

- Which suggests vanity, style, ex... - Expense.

Tailor-made to order.

There's only one cane maker

in this part of London for the high society.

Closed... obviously.

Bloody foreigners.

We open eight o'clock sharp, Monday morning.

It's important.

My name is Archie Cartwright. This is my...

brother, Eustace.

- How do? - Gentlemen, it is Sunday.

It is illegal to trade.

If you'll excuse me.

Well, do you wish me to call the police?

Just shake my hand, sir. You'll understand the urgency.

Ah.

This is most irregular, brother...

Cartwright.

How may I help?

We need information about one of your tailor-made canes.

Hexagonal. Right-handed, swan-neck.

Swan-neck.

Swan-neck.

I do recall an elegant swan-neck.

Hmm.

There. No name, just a delivery address.

How did you know the cane maker was a Mason?

- Recognized him from your lodge? - Chanced it. I'm not a Mason.

Anyway, all you need is the handshake to get anywhere, which I deduced.

How?

Shaking everybody's hand a thousand different ways

until I got the right response.

- Will you teach me the shake? - Certainly not.

Come on, it'd be handy.

How do you do it?

Is it a tickle?

Whoa.

Good morning, Lady Harker. Good morning, sir.

Oh, that is definitely him.

- Good God. - What, you recognize him?

What, you don't? Do you even read the papers?

Not your rag. Who is he?

That is Sir Julian Harker.

One of the wealthiest men in the city.

He saw us.

I don't give a damn if he's 15.

Elias Mannix has just waged war on every copper in this country.

Not only is he likely responsible for the murder on Longharvest Lane,

but also for the blast in the caravan site

that caused the death of our colleague DC Rick Williams.

So, let's get on this, yeah? Questions?

Hasan.

Sir, do we know anything about the record that was playing?

It was blown to hell along with everything else.

You can look into it after we've found the kid. Dismissed.

Righto, to it then. On it.

Sir.

Elaine threatened Jawad.

She said he'd be next.

Yeah, okay.

So, don't balk.

I've ordered you a domestic security detail.

I'm not taking any chances.

Dad's samosas?

Sorry. Insisted, sarge.

So this Mannix boy is armed. That's not what you told me on the phone.

Is this boy after you, personally, or just all cops?

I don't know.

Hey.

{n8}No!

Please. Listen to me, please!

You've got to listen.

No! Listen!

Dad! Get him out of here, now!

- Get the cops up here! Dad! - Listen! Listen!

- Jawad! - I didn't do it!

We're coming!

They're going to make me say I did.

Please, believe me!

On your front! Stand up!

Let's go, kid.

Please!

- Come on! - I didn't kill him!

Shut up!

I discovered him 48 hours ago,

on Longharvest Lane,

Whitechapel.

Shot in the eye.

What the fuck?

Okay.

Crash team to 302.

- What's happening? - Crash team to 302.

He's crashing.

- On the left side. - I can't find it here.

Adrenaline.

- Come on. - No.

Convulsions.

Clear!

Clear!

And again.

Charging. Clear! That's it.

Three point four.

Respiratory...

- Asystole? - No.

- Unresponsive. - Let's call it.

Little girl, can you tell us why you brought in this flyer?

Can you help us identify the man in this photo?

It's all right.

Do you speak French, little one?

What is your name?

Do you speak German?

Smile, Charles. You're scaring her.

Lose your boss

and the skirt.

- Is that German? - It's Yiddish.

Perhaps if I speak to her alone, sir?

Might make her less nervous.

No, no, no.

Just ask her why she brought the flyer, Whiteman.

And what she saw.

He's not going anywhere. What do you want?

Ten pounds. For my silence.

Or I tell your boss that I saw you in the lane,

putting the dead man in the boot of the car.

In English.

Do that and I'll snap your neck like a chicken wing.

- Ice cream? - So, she does speak English!

I don't think any more than that, sir. She's just hungry.

Let me... Let me keep talking.

Alright, don't get hasty.

I'll get your money.

I'll get you released, you wait for me outside.

Fuck with me, you'll hang like a dog.

For God's sake. What's she saying?

She's just wasting our time, sir.

She doesn't know anything about Farrell.

She's just hungry.

Bringing in the flyer to try and get a bite.

I'll...

I'll get her that ice cream, get an address, send her packing.

We said ten. This is two!

That is more money than you've ever seen in your life.

So I go back to the station and tell Calloway all I saw.

Stay put.

Hello?

Well?

Kid's just trying to blackmail me.

She says she's local, runs with a looter crew.

- I'll pay her off. She won't be a problem. - The murder investigation is closed.

We can't risk it opening again.

You must take care of her... permanently.

She's 11 years old, if that.

Don't pretend you don't have the stomach for it, Sergeant.

That's why we chose you.

Who was that?

You want the rest of your money? Then meet me back here tomorrow at 10:00.

We've got to drive to mother's house in Essex. It's where I keep it. All right?

Stay out of trouble until then, yeah?

Here it is.

"Sir Julian Harker,

believed killed in action on the front line in Burma,

returns unexpectedly alive to his mother, Lady Agatha Harker."

War hero. That won't do us any favors.

No.

Well, that's the story they let us print.

We got word from his house staff

that when Harker returned, he looked not one bit like her son.

But Lady Agatha was so desperate to have her boy back

that she had all the portraits repainted to look like him.

Why wasn't he found out?

Harker has a knack for the stock exchange.

They say his mother's séances tip him off

and the two are often consulted by powerful people

- for investments. - Séances. Give me strength.

The awkward truth is

the predictions are often spot-on,

eerily so.

It's made Harker so rich he's about to buy a private bank in the city.

He's protected.

Not from me.

If he's responsible for the murder, we'll get him.

No man is untouchable.

And don't tell me you're giving up your social crusade.

Not at all.

Just that you're likely to get your head bitten off

if you so much as pet him.

Hmm.

You have more to lose than I do.

That's all.

Good afternoon.

May I inquire as to whether Detective Inspector Hillinghead is in...

...in residence?

Good day.

How did they know I was here?

{n8}From Harker.

{n8}Invitation to tonight's séance.

{n8}Maybe a chance to find some evidence.

We have the finger markings of whoever dimmed the gaslight at the crime scene.

If I can get hold of any item that Harker touches,

and if those markings match, then,

no matter how protected he is,

evidently,

we have him as a suspect.

No other choice.

Well,

if... you are

about to walk into a setup...

...you'd better look presentable.

My client has informed me that he intends to confess

to both the murder on Longharvest Lane

and the planting of a firebomb,

placed with the intention of killing a police officer.

Elias, is that true?

Why did you tell me you were innocent when I found you in my house?

I want answers.

Sergeant, that's enough.

I was lying.

What was the name of the victim on Longharvest Lane?

Why did you kill him?

Why was Syed Tahir involved?

I was this close to Syed when he took his life.

Sergeant, that is enough.

Okay, this interview will be reconvened in 20 minutes

to give the interviewee time to gather his thoughts,

as there are several other investigative avenues still to be discussed.

Sergeant, quick word.

What the hell is going on?

Why can't he cough up a single detail or motive?

- Why is he acting like he's been coached? - Don't complicate it.

We need to confirm his prints on the bomb fragments and we're done.

It's already a headfuck, Hasan. We don't need more.

You don't look like a "Charles."

You look like an... "Eitan"...

...or a "Levi."

- I get a slug? - Will it shut you up?

Maybe.

That's good stuff.

Why don't you keep your cash in the bank?

- It's safer. - Safer?

Heard what's happening to Jews now?

If the Nazis invade here and this country says, "God save Hitler,"

which most would, what's gonna happen to my money?

They let me keep it?

Trust no one.

Kill or be killed.

You're quite handsome.

I'd like to have a boyfriend like you when I'm older.

Do you have pets?

We used to have pets,

my mother and my brother.

A rabbit and a Guinea pig.

- What happened to them? - Guinea pig died.

I mean, your mother and brother.

- Wow, you drive like a gangster! - Making sure we're not being followed.

- By who? Cops? - I don't know yet.

If he is not a cop,

who is he?

Eyes and ears everywhere, huh?

- Loose lips sink ships? - Something like that.

- Oh! - Oy, watch it!

Get off me!

I'd like to remind Elias that, if you choose,

you can change your solicitor at any time.

Excuse me?

You don't need the Morleys' solicitor speaking for you.

This is your future. You get to make the call.

- Speak for yourself. - DCI Barber, what reason does...

I'm reminding the suspect of his legal rights,

in case he's speaking under duress.

- Barber, I'd like this officer removed. - Get rid of him.

Your officer is placing my...

- I said, I want him gone! - ...vulnerable client into distrust.

Changing your solicitor is your right.

But you need to explain why.

You can't just waste time.

Yeah, I don't rate him.

Is that enough?

Okay, Elias. Interesting move.

- We'll get you another solicitor. - And I want you out as well.

- I just want to talk to her. - No.

This isn't musical chairs.

- I'm Chief Inspector. - Then I'm not talking.

Fuck's sake.

Put the kettle on, shall I?

You're kinder than they said you'd be.

They?

You mean Andrew and Elaine?

What else did they tell you about me?

That you're gonna matter to me.

- Is that why you took photos of me and... - The Morleys did that. I didn't.

Why would they?

They know things.

And I can smell that cop's aftershave through the fucking glass.

Why did your friend choose to take his life,

when all he had to do was talk?

All you have to do is talk.

What are you so afraid of?

Just wait here a moment, Inspector.

I'll announce your arrival to Sir Julian.

Inspector Hillinghead.

I'm so glad you came.

I can't tell you what an honor it is to meet you finally.

My gratitude for the invitation, Sir Julian.

Must ask, how did you know where to find me?

I'm a huge admirer of your career.

You're here on my personal request.

So, you can assure your superiors

that my elimination from your murder inquiry

was done more amicably than harassment.

You have an impressive foresight, and my thanks for getting to the point.

My... questions are better asked in private.

All in good time.

Please, come and meet Mother.

I trust you're not uncomfortable in the presence of octogenarians.

May I introduce

Detective Inspector Hillinghead.

- Oh, he came! - Welcome.

I'm so glad.

Mm.

A lovely... light around him, Julian.

A real glow.

- And yet... - Mother.

It's awfully rude to read somebody without their consent.

May I introduce

Baroness Antonia Garner and Reverend Kneale.

Good evening.

May I offer you some hospitality?

It's very kind, thank you.

Are you a believer in the spirit world, detective?

Having sent my fair share of table tappers to Pentonville,

I'm afraid I am yet to be convinced.

People often cry foul

when the spirits tell them things they do not wish to hear.

Lady Harker deals only in truth.

Mm, naturally.

To the spirits.

The spirits.

Sir Julian...

At 6:00 a.m., on the 10th of September,

a man was murdered on Longharvest Lane in Whitechapel.

- He was shot in the eye, stripped... - And stripped. Yes.

I read Mr. Ashe's article.

Sir, your other guests have arrived.

Inspector, you must excuse me.

- I have other business to attend to. - You're not participating in the séance?

Unfortunately not.

No, you're in safe hands.

We'll speak after.

Inspector.

We're ready.

Now, Inspector.

What spirit do you wish to commune with?

Spirit do I wish to commune with...

I would like to speak to the man

who was shot...

...stripped...

...and left to die in Longharvest Lane...

...and I want to know if this is the man that killed him.

As you wish, Inspector.

We call upon the spirit murdered in Longharvest Lane

to help bring justice to his killer.

He's here.

He's here.

He's with us.

I... can see him.

It is you he seeks, Inspector.

- Ask him your questions. - What is your name?

Call him Spirit.

What is your name, Spirit?

D.

E.

F.

The sherry.

Some hospitality.

Defoe.

He... is here.

You with us?

He's with us.

Yes, I'm here. And for the record,

I don't have the first fucking clue as to what's going on.

Can you think of any reason

somebody might want you dead, professor?

Does Defoe know who killed him?

No.

Yes.

Was it the man in this photograph, Sir Julian Harker?

No.

Can you tell me the name?

Have you ever had any association

with the terrorist group, "Chapel Perilous"?

No, I haven't. I've never even heard of them.

You're the scientist.

How do you explain

that you and your doppelgänger have identical DNA?

I take it you understand the odds of that better than most.

Can you tell us their name, Spirit, of the man who took your life?

M.

A.

Enough. Stop this charade at once!

The man in that photograph was murdered.

Your son was standing, hiding in the alcove by the body.

A body with markings you... you clearly recognize.

I need to get out of here.

So sad you'll be on the wrong side of history, detective.

But it is your fate.

Without you... I am nothing.

Prepare the body, reverend.

I warned you, lad.

Why didn't you listen? Why didn't you listen?

I promise you. I promise you. It's all a dream.

A dream.

Ah! Know you are loved.

Boss, you're wanted on the phone.

Yep, all right.

I don't blame you for not trusting the police.

Elias,

I grew up with kids like you.

So, I wanted to work with kids like you, it's why I joined.

I don't know what it is behind your eyes, Elias, but I can see it burns.

Syed was your friend.

I'm sorry.

I couldn't save him.

But I can only help you if you start to trust me.

I didn't kill the man in the lane.

Not Syed, not me.

Who did? Tell me.

It will be because of me.

What do you mean, "It will be"?

The Morleys.

They said the body had come before.

Same body, same place, and it's going to come again.

They knew exactly when and where.

They sent me and Syed to see it,

and they said that after this,

there's going to be...

so many people.

All dead

because of me.

And I don't want to do it.

Do what?

A bomb.

Like nothing you've ever seen.

Not hundreds dead, hundreds of thousands.

And I believe them.

I don't want to. But I do.

{n8}- Elaine said this? And Andrew? - Mm-hmm. Both of them. And they told me...

{n8}They told me...

that you're the one that's going to make me do it.

Shit.

Right. Time out. This has gone far enough.

Come out from under the table!

Outside. Now! Now!

Get him out.

{n8}CPS are happy for me to charge. He's going down for Rick's murder,

along with Elaine as an accomplice.

And as accessory to the murder in Longharvest Lane.

I'm calling time on this. It's too much for you.

He's just said there's another bomb, and you're calling time?

He's crying wolf and you're buying it.

And I'm blaming myself here...

We're going to lock him up. It's over.

Barber... we have to work out what's going on.

Andrew Morley needs to be held for another 24 hours.

- Andrew Morley gets to walk. - What?

For now. He's still a person of interest.

Syed killed himself.

Rick got blown to pieces.

That kid is hemorrhaging pain, and Andrew Morley walks free.

Are you out of your fucking mind?

Go home. Cool off.

Well?

It's done.

You're sure?

What do you want, her fucking heart?

Go dig her up, cut it out yourself.

We're finished. Understand?

Good, you're awake.

Oh, it's all right.

You're in Whitechapel. You're in my home.

You hungry?

I've made borscht.

It's my secret recipe.

Your money's there, all of it.

You want to blackmail me, kid, that's fine, but we were being followed.

I was told I had to kill you.

I needed to make it look like I did.

Now they think you're dead, you're safe.

For the time being.

All right.

All right.

Look, I know how scared you've got to be.

I'm even a little bit scared meself.

The borscht is nice and hot.

So, come on.

Let's do something civilized.

Put down the gun before you blow your toes off.

Nice idea though.

Shh!

Shut up and listen, you little brat. You think I want this?

You're the one who's got us up to our necks in this shit.

You think I want to hide some kid in my flat

who tried to rip me off, pointed my own gun at me, eh?

You better pray they think you're dead. They're probably watching the house now.

If they hear you scream, they'll kill us both.

Get it?

Nod your head if you understand.

Come on. Let's eat.

Good?

Tastes like rat's piss.

It's my secret ingredient. You got a great palate.

I'm fine.

Oh, good God. Alfred?

It's all right. It's all right.

Alfred?

The decanter.

- I had it. - Did you get Harker's prints?

The decanter.

They took it.

Talk to me.

I had it.

Tell me what happened.

The decanter.

The body... all of them.

They're planning something.

You're with them too, aren't you? You...

You're with them. You are!

You are! I won't let you. I won't let you!

They said I'd lose them, Charlotte and Polly, I can't lose them!

{n8}You won't!

They've drugged you, Alfred. You've been drugged.

It'll be all right.

It'll be all right.

Close your eyes. Sleep now.

Please hold me.

♪ There you walk ♪

♪ Next to me ♪

♪ I own it ♪

♪ No one else ♪

♪ Owns it ♪

♪ It's you and me ♪

♪ It's you and me ♪

♪ And they told me ♪

♪ This is how it could be ♪

♪ I thought I'd be so lost ♪

♪ I thought that you'd be gone for me ♪

♪ I thought I'd lose my way ♪

♪ It's you and me ♪

♪ It's you and me ♪

Lift going down.

Commander.

How's our professor?

Any sign of dissidence?

He's got some attitude against The Executive,

but he was utterly distraught when his...

What should I call it?

...doppelgänger died in front of him, sir.

You know the saying,

"One skilled scientist is worth more than an army"?

Well, the Fenians knew it when Alfred Nobel invented dynamite.

The Americans knew it when Oppenheimer created the atomic bomb.

And now Chapel Perilous know it with what Defoe has created for them.

The body in the morgue, it's no doppelgänger.

It's Defoe... from the future.

Two days from now, give or take, judging by the scar.

You're not serious?

From the future?

Commander, you know this sounds...

What? Impossible?

You may think so now,

but if you allow it to explain what you've witnessed,

then it becomes more possible by the second.

And if Chapel Perilous can send someone back in time,

then they can do anything they want.

They can erase our progress,

destroy our whole world.

Could they?

Follow Defoe.

Find Chapel Perilous.

Know you are loved.

Keep going.

Keep going.

Head down, come on.