All language subtitles for Ripper Street - S05E04 - The Dreaming Dead.eng

You speak or dismiss
the

- To have been the killer.

The mother's name,
was the word he used for dove.

I love her.

As I understand it.

The doctor's have passed
you fit Inspector.

I'll be a father to you.

Are Westminster police
so at night?

The house, entrances, bed
chambers of the occupants.

You live quiet, easy.

that my arms
will be put to rest.

I do not see an
animal inside you.

What if we left this place?

Roman as well.

And I mind

Nooo!

Stop it.

Robin.

Ms. Trundly!

Windows to
the soul they say.

Used by the of one.

It is the
intercranial pressure.

You have told me this before.

I heard, however,
deadly more savage.

The pressure is
increasing, rapidly.

And given the inefficacy
of my treatments,

it's most likely glioma.

English.

- Oh.
- Tumor.

Perhaps, you did mention
historic trauma to the head.

Yeah.

Took a proper starving
in the ring all right.

From the very man who
used to hold this office.

Rest his chewed up a soul.

Back then, one of
you saw

said these eyes are gone.

But you had a die shot
that won't go so easy.

I see you and I see
your here honestly

Inspector Shine, there is
not a doctor in this land, who

could diagnose definitively.

Even then, there lacks
a medicine for glioma.

I can increase the
concentration of your morphine.

Measure carefully, with this
concentration, so much as half

a vial, could see three
men never wake again.

- OK.
- If cannot withstand.

One tabloid per dose.

Another can't exceed this.

Man with a crutch, may
I walk an endless mile.

Inspector Shine,
I must warn you,

the spelling your
prognosis your brain

is crushing itself
against your skull.

And, given the increase
in your agonies,

a catastrophe is by
no means distant.

You are saying that
I... Get to die Shine.

I'm on his last rounds.

I began to consider
it a medical miracle,

you survived this long.

Ain't no miracles
left in this Doctor.

Nor what a man needs, he
I shall neither live for.

Fresh blooms for you sir.

Hey, some fish stall.

If there's no sun
ther's no fish.

Aye copper.

What's afoot then?

...beyond
the meat weights.

What happened?

It was Fat John.

Says they was slain.

Says there was eight.

Tell'em boy.

Uncle Caleb's neck.

It looked like an
animal, he ate his throat.

Mind your business now.

I'll take care of the lad.

Hey, look at me.

You Trust me don't you?

Hm?

You come with me now.

I'll see your safe.
Come with me.

Come on.

You saw him, you saw
the man Nathaniel.

are friends.

You tell me Robin, where?

You tell me boy.
Where!

Backoff Reid, can't you
tell that boy is shit scared.

It's all right son.

It's all right.

You get the hell out
of here for chrissake

Mr. Reid leave us please.

Here's
drink this up little man.

It's good medicine.

There you go.

Good boy.

What the hell are you wearing.

Did you get demoted?

Don't ask.

Jesus Christ.

Here, I hope this is adequate.

You must be starved young one.

You gonna fill your belly.

And get you cleaned up
real good and then I'm

going to see if I
got a shirt that

fits a strong young soldier.

The boy is fed and
watered at least.

I've left him in
more capable hands.

His terrors, I should
not have shouted at him.

maybe a stranger
of fear for children, I alas,

ought to have the
benefit of experience.

I would not know
where to begin.

Mr. Reid.

It is strange to see
the Captain thus.

A man so given to degenerate
proclivities and carnal

oblivion.
- To see him thus how.

I suppose, fatherly.

He told us where it happened.

And better than that, where
Nathaniel is holed up.

Reid, Reid, it is
broad day light.

- We'll move fast.
- We can't

Have we not waited
here long enough for the merest

thread to follow.

We know where he lives.
We find him.

We get to Dove.

We find the bodies
we go to Dove.

You wait here to
keep the boy safe.

We go, now.

Wait a minute, gentlemen wait.

It ain't worth it friend.

No, Frank.

Everyone in the market,
saw you with him.

What do you mean he ran away.

The boy was as jumpy
as a buggered fox.

No rumpus now with
you two pansy flaps.

Frankie,
campaigns to try to trade

his helmet for a dunce cap.

I did not expect to repeat
my question, gentlemen.

...still
feels sir.

All the talk is a pair of fish
sellers usually at market,

but missing this day.

And when their boys, say
he turns up full hysterics.

Say he's seen his
ma and uncle killed.

He says the killer,
he used his teeth.

- Teeth.
- Ripped the neck out.

As I heard.
- Where is that now?

Where indeed sir.

Frank had him, and
Frank lost him.

The boy was... he made
off, before I could...

Bested by a well
strapped nipper.

My apologies, Inspector.

I begin to wonder, if even
the meager demands of work,

in this dark, could be
beyond your piddly policing.

Respects sir.

Should I wire Joint Division?

Why would you do that?

The Summers they're
fish sellers.

They live in White
Chapel, they live Hackney Way.

Joint Division.
Sir.

They were watching market.

watch business.

Yessir.

I'll fetch the handsome.

No you'll
fetch me a handsome.

stuff my
schoolboy brain

of yours with high regard.

For the staff,
there's no chief this division.

I know none of you know
in this

house Fit to compromise that.

Brought you breakfast.

Eat Nathaniel.

not human.

Augustus, the pub, Robin.

Let's hope he
ran far, shall we?

And does not stop his running.

Well, if he is found, and
if he should speak of me,

say you will not hurt him.
No more, Gustus.

I cannot bear no more.

A pup, he is no more than that.

Even if he spoke of
ought, found the ears

of strangers, who would
listen to a child's hysterics?

Clean.

Nothing.

That's the point Reid.

Nobody's place is
as goddamn clean.

No dust, no dirt.

These walls, these walls
with plaster still damp.

It's been scrubbed.

The entire place
has been scoured.

By Dove, I have no doubt.

Whoa, Christ.

Sodium hydroxide.

It's for cleaning.

Say, blood and death
off your walls.

Look it.

Something was there, a rug.

Two bodies in a rug, huh?

There were wheels here, a
cart, hoof tracks usually

headed in that direction.

Horse hair.

You see how the
stems are brokeback?

Horse and cart went here a
different way, no tracks.

On account that somebody
went through the trouble

of clearing them.

Out in Wyoming, I knew
this Sioux Indian,

finest tracker of his tribe.

He could track a man through
mountain, desert, swampland.

He could read the land
like the palm of his head.

Cutting-For-Sign,
they called him.

And he taught you?

What, are you kidding?

That son of a bitch
tried to scalp me.

I shot him.

But these signs,
they point that way.

Kerosene.

All right, so he
does his housework,

rolls the bodies into the
rug, puts them in the cart,

wheels it down to the water.

And he dumps the
Sumners in the river.

He burns the cart.

Covers his tracks.

Well, he have
weighed the bodies.

Already on it, Reid.

My guess is he
probably weighed 'em

down just enough to
let the current take

them all the way to the ocean.

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

then we have proof
of Nathaniel's murder

and Robin as witness.

Reid, if Abel Croker
taught his boys one thing,

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

In the river Thames,
not the River Lea.

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

It dwindles.

It meanders.

With the a map of
course, gradients and...

Reid, shut up.

That's a Hansen.

This place just got cleaned.

Be a shame to spray
your brains all over it.

Hello, Jedediah.

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

Morphine.

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

But why are you here?

All right, all right.

Let us parlay, parlay.

Let us parlay.

Answer me.

Heard rumblings that this
here may be a murder scene.

Thought you might have
heard them likewise.

So you come in pursuit
of me, not to police

some vicious slaughter?

Hackney killers, Edmund,
are not my business.

Whitechapel fugitives, however...

It was him,
Jedediah, the murderer

who stalked Whitechapel.

He now stalks these marshes.

Our mutual friend,
Miss Castello,

took to sharing with
me your conjecture

that the toothsome
villain said to be

Abel Croker deceased is neither
Abel Croker nor deceased.

The brother, she says.

The brother of Augustus
Dove, she says.

Miss Castello, she
proved amenable,

give or take, to sharing her
research, Ed, research which

I now I have in my possession.

Yes, I've seen what you've seen,
the boys, the Jews, the wolves.

Then, you know it's
the goddamn truth.

We've seen that brother.

His name is Nathaniel.

Every killing ascribed to
Abel Croker, he performed.

He tore apart Bennet Drake.

Augustus Dove used Croker
to protect his brother,

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

You were not appointed,
Jedediah, for your able

policing, but because you are so
easily made marionette, dancing

to your master's fingers.

Augustus Dove will fall.

I will serve justice
on him and his brother.

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

Understand that my contempt
for you is beyond limit,

but my fight is not with you.

Have your cunny-chaser
pull his trigger now, Reid.

He will not find another chance.

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

Pull the trigger, Reid.

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

It's a long walk
back to Whitechapel.

How long will he sleep?

I cannot say whether
his exhaustion

or his terror is more powerful.

Your way with the
boy is so tender.

Motherhood changes you, as
you will learn, I'm sure,

Miss Morton.

Years ago, when
the Captain told me

he was leaving me
and choosing you,

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

But I was wrong.

I was so extraordinarily wrong.

Because you and he grow
together, with a love

inviolable.

And I... I do not.

But there is one
thing of which I

am certain... your son will
always be fortunate indeed

to have you as his parents.

I... I should check on Robin.

Robin, I thought you
might like... Robin!

Robin?

Your visitor, Mr. Dove,
has traipsed his filth.

My apologies, madame.

Them marshes are sodden.

Then again, Mr. Dove, I gather
you have a gift for cleaning.

If you'd be so kind?

Your latest reflections for
the police gazette, is it?

What is the meaning of this?

The last I was here, I asked
if you you knew ought of Edmund

Reid's hypothesizing vis-a-vis
the infamous cannibal golem

of Whitechapel.

And I told you I did not.

So I recall.

But you see, Mr.
Dove, now I do know

Edmund Reid's hypothesizing,
because Edmund Reid told me.

You found Reid?

Where is he?

See, Reid is not currently
the matter critical, Mr. Dove.

Your brother, Nathaniel,
he is the matter

most currently critical.

You're mistaken.

I... I have no brother.

There is this day a nipper
abroad in Whitechapel,

howling how his uncle
got his throat bit out.

So I come for a look, and who
should I find doing likewise

but steady Ed and the American.

And with the luxury
of a gun on me,

they thought to tell me plenty.

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

Your mother, Goluba,
means "dove," doesn't it?

I will not tolerate the
deception of no man,

Commissioner, not even you.

My brother is my concern alone.

No.

No, he's mine also.

If he may bait my
hook for Edmund Reid.

There is perhaps another way.

Reid's daughter, her loyalties
have turned against his favor.

Come by this knowledge how?

He gave to her a note
concerning my brother.

She and Inspector Drummond
thought to pass it to me.

Mathilda is in contact
with her father.

And I'm being informed
of this only now.

But you are informed
of it nonetheless.

And with your other recent
knowledge concerning

my brother, you perhaps
grasp the fresh urgency

of Reid's apprehension.

Bait the hook.

Well, Mr. Dove, you are as
black-hearted a bastard as ever

roamed the lanes
of this dread city.

Needs must, Inspector.

Where the devil drive.

There is no devil.
inspector Shine.

Tell that to the
fish-seller's boy.

When Reid is done with,
you and I, Commissioner, we

shall talk again of what
price your reeking secrets

may be worth to you.

Oh, be assured, sir.

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

A Hackney boy from the
borough I call my home.

bearing witness
to such atrocity,

running a fear through
these cruel streets.

It sits ill with me,
Drummond, most ill.

I understand, sir.

J Division territory
this may be,

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

Of course, Mr. Dove.

Of course.

How could you?

Jesus Christ, Caitlin.

He must have run and run
fast because he saw this!

Miss Morton is currently
scouring Spitalfields

for any sight of him.
- No.

No, no, no.

He may fear us, but
he trusts Thatcher.

The boy will seek him out.

Whoa, you're going
to the police now?

No, Thatcher will see him safe.

There's work to do.

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

Shipping Gazette.

Fill in your name.

You
two, you're next.

Leman Street.

No.

Mr. Thatcher!

Robin, what are you doing?

You were to stay.

I was afraid.

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

No, I told you, Robin.

They're friends.

All right?

You cannot be here.

Eh?

Leman Street?

On Princelet Street?

Yeah, we'll send a
constable right away.

Who's this, then?

Robin, sir.

Robin?

Robin Sumner?

I came to see Mr. Thatcher.

Well, you're a
clever boy, then.

Cleverer than Mr. Thatcher here.

I'll wire J Division.

They've been looking
for him all over.

It's their case now.

Come with me, Robin.

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

You're gonna be just fine, son.

Come on.

Sergeant.

Right, sorry.
Yeah.

Sergeant, I'm in need
of our assistance.

Dove puts the bodies
in the water here,

but for them to meet
such a flow to navigate

clear through the Limehouse
cut and into the Thames?

I mean.

No, this stretch here, that's
barely five foot to a mile.

Tide drops, those
bodies will wash up

for us to find before
they're carried away again.

So anything heavy
in the water would

most likely be washed aground.

Just after this meander.

Good Luck Hope.

11:00 tonight, the
tide at its lowest.

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

Jackson, we can find them.

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

may be our only
incontrovertible evidence

of Nathaniel's savagery.

We can bring Dove down.

Jackson, are you with me?

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

J Division, here's the lad.

You're gonna go with this
policeman now, Robin.

His division are gonna take
care of you, all right?

Well, that's one less headache.

You've been a very
brave boy, Robin,

but you don't need
to be afraid anymore.

Does he, Miss Chudley?

You call for me, sir?

I did.

I did.

Come here.

Sit.

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

Good, good.

Now, Inspector Drummond, when
you observe these posters

blasted around the station
house and the streets beyond it,

what is it you see?

Sir, is that blood?

Let me tell you what I see...
a looking glass that every day

reflects the
continued inefficacy

of this division to
prosecute justice

upon its most hunted fugitives.

Now, there are some might
say this is shame on us

should be doubled, at least.

Even our most recently
promoted officer

is sweetheart to the very
daughter of the fugitive

we chase.
- Sir.

Now, she...

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

She's on the side of
goodness, willing to turn

against her own Pappy
out of noble rectitude.

And you?

You, Drummond, lack
even the decency

to share such with your
constabulary brothers.

Now, lad, you'll tell me
about Miss Reid's doings

with her outlaw old man.

And you will tell me now.

Now, Drummond!

There... there is a candle,
sir, in the bedroom window.

Miss Reid, might I have a word?

Mr. Shine, I really
must be going.

A moment is all.

And no more.

Last we spoke, I pondered
we were kin on account of us

both resurrected.

Yes, but...

Please, Miss Reid.

I was wrong.

You are life, but I?

My kin is your father, who
imagined we saw off death.

But it was, for us,
our true resurrection.

We have a cause.

Now we... we're bound to
the reeking purgatory

of these streets, more...
more cursed than the dead,

who at least know their peace.

For with us, there lingers
like... like a whore's perfume

the dream of life.

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

Mr. Shine, Mr.
Shine, Mr. Shine.

Somebody help!

No, no, no.

Forgive me.

Forgive me, Miss Reid.

My intention was
not to... dear girl,

your father will find his peace.

I will make sure of it.

Before it is done, take yourself
from this place Hear me.

Whitechapel is no
quarter for the living.

Good day, Miss Reid.

Good day.

Drum, what are you
doing home so early?

I saw Mr. Shine on
Princelet Street.

He was behaving very strangely.

Thilda, I... could we sit?

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

he just makes things
worse for himself.

Maybe if he turned himself in,
or else we could find and bring

him in, he would have a
fair hearing and a chance

to present himself.

And... and all you would need
to do is light your candle.

I cannot, Drummond.

Mathilda, when we gave Mr.
Reid's letter to Mr. Dove,

I thought we'd done
the right thing, see?

Did we, Drum?

What, Thilda?

I thought it right then, but...

Oh, Thilda.

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

Drum, he is my father.

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

I understand, my love.

Forgive me.

The flow should be at
its slowest on this side.

The Sumner man will be
the heavier of the two.

The body should wash
up near this bank.

But she will not, see?

Says she cannot.

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

My advice on
questioning an order

from your direct superior?

I'm not accusing you
of insubordination,

Inspector Drummond.

I respect the man unafraid
to think for himself.

And you wish to
protect your sweetheart

from our bleak travails.

I respect that also.

But who protects Whitechapel
from the likes of Edmund Reid?

It is us, Drummond.

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

Whatever policing you
must do to that end,

you may be sure it
is for the good.

And also, above all,
think of your future

with Miss Reid, the life
you will build for her.

How may that begin when she
must live under the shadow

of her renegade father?

Reid, over here.

For... for the boy to be
here, to have washed up thus,

for him to have
got to the marshes

so fast we can recalculate...

What?

For him to have reached
the marshes so fast,

we can work out where
the body was dropped.

We can recalculate!

You don't even see it, do you?

Look at him.

Look at him!

Goddamn it.

Look at him.

He's a child.

This is how far he'll go.

This is what he does.

My son is in that
house right now.

It's over.

It's over.

No, no, no, no!

You stay.
You stay.

You stay.
Stay.

We have a clue!

We have a fresh clue.

We got nothing, Reid.

Nothing.

Goddamn you for ever
coming back to Whitechapel.

You think I'm gonna let my son,
my wife fall into the hooves

of your crusade?

Where are you going?

Where?

I can't look at him, or you.

Jackson.

Jackson, the boy, the boy!

Just throw him
back in the water.

Let the ocean take him.

It's coming for all of us.

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

Caitlin.

Matthew, what?

The boy, Caitlin.

Robin, he... we found him.

It was Dove.

He killed him.

Listen to me.

We're taking Connor
and we're getting

out of this goddamn hellhole.

How, Matthew?

I don't care how, but
I'm taking our son.

And by God, I'll see him safe.

Are you with me?

Matthew, I...

Are you with me?

I am with you always.

First light, we're out of here.

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

I told Caitlin to
get some sleep.

'Cause we're getting
out with Connor.

I know you want Dove.

I know you want justice
for Drake, for Bloom,

for... for all of 'em.

But I can't help you no more.

I buried him.

You were right.

it is over.

It is over.

I want to give you some advice.

You get out also.
And for good.

And you would have me
leave my Mathilda here?

She lit her candle

Can you trust her, Reid?

She is my daughter.

And I must say goodbye.

Your advice, Captain,
was a conclusion

I had already reached unaided.

We tried.

Didn't we?

We can see that, at least.

We did.

We did, Captain.

We tried.

That's Connor's room.

Caitlin.

Caitlin.

Chudley, right?

Get out of our way.

Take them now.

Not today, boys.

Connor.

Gustus!

Augustus will hunt you
down and grind you for glue.

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

Nor am I. Third floor.

Miss Susan?

Shoot him.

Shoot The son of a
bitch, god damn it!

Matthew, he has Connor.

Mama!

Nathaniel, I'm here for my son.
Please.

Please, give him to me.
- The pup?

Gustus cares for him now.

I'm pleading with
you, Nathaniel.

Give me my son.

He's Gustus now.

Miss Susan, I...

Your brother is
no safe guardian.

He's a killer of boys.

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

Robin?

Where is he?

Matthew pulled
him from the river

last night, where your
brother Augustus put him.

No.

No.

Gustus promised me he
would not harm him.

Oh, that boy's dead.

Washed up like garbage in
the mud of Good Luck Hope.

It's your piece of
shit brother killing

on account of your killing,
you goddamn animals.

I never meant for him-never
meant for him... Robin, Robin!

Nathaniel, give me my son.

Mama.

Forgive me, Miss Susan.

Forgive me.

He ain't holding Connor now.

Step aside, Caitlin.

End... end me.

Matthew.

Matthew, we have Connor.

Please.
End me.

I beg you, please.

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

Such food for
thought, Mr. Dove.

Proud words, proud and noble.

This morning, then,
you will have him.

I will.

He will bow to me.

Edmund Reid will kneel.

I will wait upon it, Inspector.

Your work has been exemplary.

Lady Justice,
Mr. Dove, holds us

both close to her righteous
tit, does she not?

Mr. Reid, you
cannot run no more.

There are 20 constables,
both ends of this alley.

Will you come peaceful with me?

Mathilda.

It's better you come quiet, sir.

Drummond, I... will you
tell her I understand?

And that I love her?

To remember that of
me, if nought else.

By right
of that, which all of us who

police this great city
hold dearest to our hearts,

I write of justice.

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

A locomotive carving
steadfast and sure

towards our fabulous future, the
future we have dared to dream.

And what a future it shall be.

The brave and glittering century
which awaits us fills me only

with hope, hope that with ever
more sophisticated policing,

we may in the coming decades
eradicate crime altogether.

Nought so kind
as kind, is there?

Good work, Inspector Drummond.

You're caught, Edmund.

You were outcoppered.

Will you kneel to
me as my prisoner?

He will not kneel!

The savage and any human
outlaw still thinks

himself a man of stature.

Well now.

Them shackles are unbecoming
for a man of stature.

Take 'em off.

I said, take 'em off.

No, Jedediah.

At last, Edmund Reid must
fight his own cowardly corner.

I will not fight you.

Then this, brother, will
sting something fierce.

Steady Ed ain't so steady now.

Fight, Edmund.

These men will not intervene.

We may
come to know the 20th century

as the great era of peace.

Now, now, let us parlay.

And
at last, know an age

of true harmony between men.

I will end you!

Father!

No!

Please, Mr. Shine.

He is my father.

Get her away from here.

No.

Get her away from here.

Mathilda!

Mathilda.

We had to catch him.

I will never forgive you!

Behold him, behold him!

Look upon your Edmund Reid!

Look upon him!

He is fallen.

He is fallen.
See him.

Kneel now before the
justice of Jedediah Shine.

You and I, Edmund, at
last you will know it,

what it means to have all you
are snatched from you, to be

a half-man in a half-life with
nought in your black heart

but hate, hate.

I've dreamed of this.

Put him in irons.

I've finished him.
I've finished him.

No more!

I am... I am master.

Ain't no man brings
down Jedediah

Shine except Jedediah Shine.

I'm done with dreaming.