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Please identify the accused.

Dr William Chester Minor...

Captain Surgeon in the
US Army, retired.

Dr Minor has come to our
shores seeking sanctuary.

In his home country of the
United States, he was pursued...

relentlessly by a man pledged
to torture and kill him.

On that fateful night...

of the 17th of February, the
defendant woke with a start...

he knew right away that he had
been hunted down and found...

that his pursuer, one Declan
Reilly was indeed, in his rooms.

Dr Minor reached for his service
revolver and gave chase.

Fenian.

In the streets, he
found a man running.

Help. Help.

Help.

Eliza, open the door. Eliza.

Eliza.

In the confusion of night...

he failed to discern
the difference...

between his assailant and the
innocent George Merrett.

Eliza.

Stop there.

This is not the Fenian.

No.

This is not the Fenian?

No.

I'm sorry. Sorry.

No.

My Lord, Dr Minor
shot the wrong man.

So... he didn't mean it.

My Lord, perhaps the court
should simply release...

the good doctor with an apology...

for the misunderstanding
that has occurred.

Your Honour?

Declan... Declan
Reilly is his name.

He has a brand on the left side
of his face, he comes at night.

He comes with others, they haunt
me, they come into my rooms.

I do not believe you, sir. This
court does not believe you.

Quiet, please. Quiet in court.

Quiet, please. Quiet.

Quiet, quiet.

We, the members of her
Majesty's jury...

find Dr William Chester
Minor not guilty...

of the wilful murder
of George Merrett...

Quiet. Quiet.

On the grounds of insanity.

I am not insane, sir.

Quiet, please.

William Chester Minor, it is
hereby this court's ruling...

that you shall be detained
in safe custody...

at Broadmoor Asylum for
the Criminally Insane...

until Her Majesty's
pleasure be known.

Quiet, please.

Move, move.

Bloody bollocks hell.

Hey. Any more of
that and you're off.

Harold.

I must get back in, father.

In a tick, boy.
Take a few breaths.

Mind the long run down the flank.

If you see the brute
coming, stay downpitch...

and don't let him pull
you in, all right?

And try for the clean catch.

Yes, sir. The game, sir.

Harold, about your use of words...

Yes, sir.

- Good. In you go, boy, go on.
- Yes, sir.

I had a word with him.

Yes, I saw.

In the paper, a dreadful story,
a shooting in Lambeth...

by an American, an army officer...

and that poor woman left
behind with six children.

That I saw.

I don't know what I
would do, James...

if you were taken like that.

Yes. That's it, that's it.

Yes. Yes.

Yes, yes. How's that,
you ensanguined mule?

- That's it, you're off.
- What's wrong with ensanguined?

- Get off.
- Harold. Harold.

I wish to state that I
possess a general lexical...

and structural knowledge
of the languages...

and literature of the Aryan
and Syro-Arabic classes.

I have recently submitted my
paper on the declension...

of German verbs to the
Philological Society.

Mr Murray, I understand that...

you do not possess a
university degree.

No, sir, no degree.

I am an autodidact, self-taught.

I am aware of the word. Schooling?

Left at 14 to earn a living.

Honestly, Freddie,
it's a bit much.

A bit much, yes.

Of course, we, the
august delegates...

of the Oxford University Press...

have been attempting to
make this dictionary...

for the last 20 years.

And despite the greatest efforts
of a whole army of academics...

myself included, we are
precisely nowhere.

Forgive me that is incorrect.

We are, in fact, going backwards.

The language is developing
faster than our progress.

This great tongue of ours, which
reaches out across the world...

has drawn its guns,
sharpened its bayonets...

and declared that it
will not be tamed.

And we, with our debates ad
nauseam about the scope...

the mode, the purpose of
these words have all...

but thrown ourselves down in
supplication before it...

bathed in abject defeat.

At this moment, the
endeavour is dead.

Is that too much, Max?

Gentlemen, I'm afraid nothing...

short of a panacea is called for.

I submit that the extraordinary,
the unconventional...

Mr Murray is the solution
and our salvation.

Your account, though a bit
dramatic, is true, Freddie.

But we need something more
than impassioned advocacy.

Qualifications come to mind.
Perhaps a Bachelor's Degree.

Qualifications, yes.

Well, I am fluent in Latin
and Greek, of course.

Beyond those, I have an
intimate knowledge...

of the Romance tongues,
Italian, French, Spanish...

Catalan and to a lesser
degree Portuguese, Vaudois...

Provencal and other dialects.

In the Teutonic branch, I am
familiar with German, Dutch...

Danish and Flemish.

I have specialised in
Anglo-Saxon and Moeso-Gothic...

and have prepared works
for publication...

in both of these languages.

I also have a useful
knowledge of Russian.

I have sufficient knowledge of
Hebrew and Syriac to read...

at sight the Old Testament
and the Peshito...

to a lesser degree, Aramaic,
Arabic, Coptic...

and Phoenician to the point
where it was left by Genesius.

Forgive me rattling on.

I'm sure you have questions.

Mr Murray, a word comes
to mind... clever.

Can you define it and
tell us its history?

I'll make a fist of it,
on the hoof, as it were.

Clever: adjective. Meaning -
adroit, nimble, dextrous.

Probably from the
Low German, Klover.

Or perhaps the Middle
Dutch, Klever...

with a "k", meaning
sprightly or smart.

Mr Murray is also a master
of the Scottish clog dance.

Forgive me for keeping
it from you...

I scarcely believed
in the chance myself.

It's all mine, Ada,
the entire language.

I've never known how to
resist it, your exuberance...

but it's so sudden.

And to abandon all this,
the school, the constancy.

Is it truly what you
wish for all of us?

Ada, I'm an untutored linen
draper's boy from Teviotdale...

now, suddenly, with
a real crack at it.

My entire life has been
in preparation for this.

The call has finally come.

Whatever I've done,
I've done with you.

I've never been able
to without you.

Once again, lend yourself to me?

If I am to fashion a
book, I'll need a spine.

Father.

Elsie, children.

Are we going somewhere?

To Oxford, your father
is the editor...

of the New English Dictionary
on Historical Principles.

What is that?

It's a very big book with
a lot of words in it.

All the words of the
English language.

Like Doctor Johnson's Dictionary?

Yes, but his book comprised of
only a mere handful of words.

I am charged with identifying
and defining every last word.

Will "happy" be in there, Father?

Aye, "happy" will be there, Elsie.

My dictionary will need as
many volumes as these...

to house the entire language.

Will "sad"?

"Sad" will be there, yes, aye.

What about "big", will
"big" be in there?

Yeah, aye, and "small" too.

There isn't a word you
can think of that...

will not be in this very big book.

- Father?
- Yes, Oswyn.

Will "Oswyn" be in there?

Probably...

Never play with books,
all right? That's wrong.

Wednesday, April 17,
1872. Inmate number 742.

742, admittance.

Minor, William Chester...

American, 48 years old...

surgeon, a captain in
the United States Army.

No known religion, classified
a danger to others.

Assigned to Block Two.

The prisoner is in a rage,
spitting dozens of times...

by his own account trying not
to swallow poison-coated...

cold, iron bars that have been
pressed against his teeth.

In you go.

March 17th...

three days now the prisoner
has gone without sleep.

Constantly leaping from
his bed to search...

underneath it in sheer terror.

Repeatedly claiming to look for
those coming for him at night.

Doctor Richard Brayn,
alienist superintendent...

Broadmoor Asylum.

There it was, staring
me in the face...

the Home Secretary wouldn't
be bamboozled into accepting.

Can you believe it?

Like Orthrus, a
two-headed dog of a line.

Written... in the Athenaeum...
in a single sentence.

Your book, Mr Murray, will need
to establish strict rules...

banning such offences.

Beyond which it should
fix all spellings...

lay down proper pronunciations...

and firm up correctness of speech.

We've been here before, Max.

What of all the bamboozles, the
wouldn'ts, the shouldn'ts...

and the couldn'ts to
come in the future?

The tongue is at its purest peak.

Sufficiently refined that it can
henceforward only deteriorate.

It is up to us to fix
it once and for all.

Alterations to it can
then be permitted or not.

And who would you have
do the permitting?

You, Max? Me? No.

All words are valid
in the language.

Ancient or new,
obsolete or robust...

foreign-born or home-grown.

The book must inventory
every word, every nuance...

every twist of etymology and
every possible illustrated...

citation from every
English author.

All of it or nothing at all.

That would mean
reading everything.

Quoting everything that
showed anything to do...

with the history of the
words that are to be cited.

The task is gigantic, monumental.

And impossible.

There is a way.

A task that might take one
man a hundred lifetimes...

could take a hundred men just one.

Volunteers. We have tried it
before, James, and failed.

I'm afraid there aren't
enough academics in the land.

How many did you enlist?

Eighty, perhaps ninety.

With a thousand, you
could accomplish it...

in just a few years.

Where do you propose
finding a thousand men?

Everywhere English is
celebrated and spoken.

In every book shop, school,
workplace or home.

Do you mean ordinary
people, amateurs?

English speaking ones, aye.

We will ask them to read...

in search of the words that we
want, and get them to write...

the word on a slip of paper,
along with a quotation...

that they have found
illustrating the very word.

And then? Post the slip tass.

An entire army covering the
breadth of the Empire...

and beyond, drawing a sweep net...

over the whole of
English literature...

listing the entirety
of their own language.

A dictionary by democracy.

Still edited by us, learnt men.

And with this system, Mr Murray...

how long do you estimate
to finishing your task?

Five years, seven at most.

All words... and their
complete histories?

Every last one.

Dear England...

We are about to embark on
the greatest adventure...

our language has ever known.

Let us begin at aardvark...

and never stop until
we reach Zymurgy.

Zymurgy?

I would wager that that is the
last word in the language.

Surely there is nothing after Z-Y.

Meaning?

You'll be able to look it
up in a few short years.

There's a cloying
eagerness to him.

Yes.

And that grating Scottish lilt...

why do you suppose he doesn't
try to conceal it...

for the sake of our eardrums.

His ideas are quite radical,
just what we need.

You don't think he's a follower...

of that awful German-born
pamphleteer, do you?

No, no, no, my dear.

This man is positively baying to
be part of this little world...

of ours, already quite
seduced, I would say.

I'm sorry, Ada.

What for?

For this disruption, for
breaking up the home...

for dragging you here.

No doubts, James, no jitters.

I need this promise from you.

Now that it's started,
let's see it through...

steadfast and resolved.

An appeal to the
English-reading public...

of Great Britain, America
and the British colonies...

to read books and make extracts
for a new dictionary...

worthy of the English language.

We live today knowing the
origins of the Earth...

of man and all the animals.

We know how hot boiling
water is, how long a yard.

Our ships' masters know the
precise measurements...

of latitude and longitude.

Yet we have neither chart
nor compass to guide us...

through the wide sea of words.

The time has come to accord
this great language of ours...

the same dignity and respect
as the other standards...

defined by science. Fly
your words to Oxford.

Let us be connected, all of
us in this great endeavour...

through the marvellous maze
of our inter-netted post.

What are you doing, Father?

Mr Bradley and I are putting
a big hole in the ground.

- But what for?
- For a scriptorium.

That's a room like in
mediaeval monasteries...

where monastic scribes
used to copy manuscripts.

Look, look at that, look
what I found. Treasure.

Will you clean that for me?

Yes, Father.

Aye.

It is a long run...

but we can bear the
language aloft.

Mr Bradley.

With you, our volunteers...

as rungs in the ladder...

we may elevate English even
unto the gates of heaven.

- Come on.
- Get off me.

Easy.

Get him off me. Who
did that to me?

Stand clear. Get out of the way.

Go on, take me.

Get out of the way, get back.
Get back, now, now, move, move.

Look at me, look at me.

Son, son, listen to
me, listen to me.

We're going to lift the
gate just a bit...

let's see if you can
pull your leg through.

I don't know, sir.

We've got to do it,
son, we got to do it.

Will you let us try? Hey, hey?

Good boy, good boy...

after three, one, two...

Out of my way. Out of my way.

How far is the nearest blacksmith?

Crowthorne.

The nearest surgeon?

Crowthorne Village, it's half
an hour, there and back.

I want a sharp knife and a saw.

Get it up.

In a half hour's time, this
man will have bled to death.

- Coleman.
- Yes, sir.

Get a sharp knife and
a saw... quickly.

Now you listen to me, doctor,
I know who you are...

and how you got in here...

and believe me when I say
that none of your wealth...

will do you any good
if you try anything.

Your saw.

You wrap the wound in boiled rags.

Keep the belt tight and
get him to a surgeon.

Your ligation held,
haemorrhaging was low...

his condition is delicate,
but he is alive.

We are all extremely
grateful to you, Dr Minor.

Was the wound swabbed,
dressed in phenol?

Luckily, our local surgeon
is well versed...

in Lister's latest antisepsis
and asepsis methods...

as I see are you.

Rush's Tranquilliser.

Dr Rush, he was an American
Army surgeon for a time...

as well, I believe.

Dr Rush believed that if the
patient could be rendered...

entirely immobile during the
convulsions of mania...

then madness itself
would be countered.

Barbaric in its simplicity.

It's a relic, really, from the
dark days of my profession...

but it still has its uses when
combined with modern techniques.

You think I'm insane.

Are we not all, to some extent?

You do experience yourself as
being under threat, do you not?

A man... is coming for me.

From my confinement, I
will not see him come.

So if you will permit me, I
would ask your vigilance.

And that you have
your men alert me.

He is easily identifiable.

He has a brand mark on the
left side of his face.

Dr Minor, rest assured
we will do everything...

in our power to
ensure your safety.

Is there anything else
I can help you with?

I have a pension from
the United States Army.

I wish that the greater
portion of it...

be given to Mrs Merrett in
support of her children.

Well, I'm sure that
can be arranged.

Sir? I'd like to take
care of that personally.

There you are, Dr Minor.

You have our very
best man on the case.

Thank you, Mr Muncie.

There are children sleeping here.

Only a letter to deliver, madam.

Bit late for the post, ain't it?

You lot are terrible liars.

I'm not from the papers,
or the police, I'm not.

Not here to bother you at all.

I needed to make sure you
got it right personal.

I'll just slide it under the door.

I'm not from the papers.

Who are you, then?

I'm Muncie, madam,
I'm hoping to help.

Is this from you?

No, madam, the
letter will explain.

Who's it from?

She wouldn't consider it.

Thank you, Mr Muncie.

Look again, we must have it.

I have looked and we do not...

I have quotes for it in
the 14th, the 15th...

the 16th and the 19th, but not
in the 17th and 18th centuries.

How is that possible?

How can Ruskin write "The
sculpture is approved...

"and set off by the
colour" in 1849?

How can I, now use it everyday,
if you are telling me...

that it vanished in
the 17th Century.

Where did it go for 200 years?

I am not saying that
it vanished, sir.

I am simply saying that
we do not have proof.

Look again, Charles.

And where exactly would you
like me to look, sir...

in the birthday cards, perhaps
or the medicinal instructions...

or the How-to manuals...

or perhaps the Guy
Fawkes day messages?

And we're only just
dealing with "A" here.

What of B, C, D, E,
F, G, H, I, J, K?

It's bloody hopeless, sir.

Mr Hall. Please try to maintain
a semblance of decorum.

Henry, what exactly
is the problem here?

It's "Approve", sir.
There is a missing link.

To say nothing of "Art".

We're missing "Approve" in
the 17th and 18th centuries.

We can't find a
single trace of it.

Look at Paradise Lost.

The language took a
crucial turn with Milton.

He was somewhat of a purist...

re-affirming the meaning
of his English.

The key would be in
there. Try that.

Perhaps we can skip the
17th century, sir.

We have its birth in
1380 with John Wyclif.

"Christ confirmed his law and
with his death approved it."

And we have Ruskin
here in this century.

Mr Bradley, we must
have every step.

This is not about the centuries.

This is about recording
the evolution of meaning.

Go to Milton, it's right here.

Yes, sir.

Mr Bradley.

Charles.

Accepted.

Razor. Bring me my razor.

Sir Richard. Calm down.

The razor, bring me my razor.

Lads, bloody well hurry up.

Bring it, bring me the razor.

- Bring me the razor.
- Come on, hurry up.

Father. Father. Father. Father.

Father. Father. Father.

This man, Declan
Reilly, is a deserter.

Mark him for what he is.

Zinc... I'll need
sheets of zinc...

he must have come from below.

And water, in a bowl,
by the threshold.

This, the demon will not pass.

What's on the other side, doctor?

The night, he wants
to take me there.

With his blind eyes, he can
only see me in the dark.

How would you feel if we
brightened the light?

As treatment?

I don't need treatment.

Not as treatment.
As an experiment.

I need to see him come
so I can defend myself.

An experiment in
self-protection...

we embark on together,
doctor, yes?

Let me take a look at these.

Superficial lacerations,
multiple to the face.

How would you feel, doctor...

if we were to introduce some
of the comforts of home?

Orthognathous jaw, facial
angle, 80 degrees...

maybe some clothing.
Amativeness, 8 incline...

Philoprogenitiveness, 4 decline.

How would that be?

My own wardrobe as protection?

As protection, precisely.
Adhesiveness, 3 constant.

Combativeness, 6 incline.
Secretiveness, 8.

Hope, 4, constant.

Yes, the simple things that we
can fit into your surroundings.

It also happens that
the adjoining cell...

has become available, you
could stretch your legs.

It would give me a space to paint.

I could have easels with paints.

Certainly. Wonder, Ideality,
Wit, Form. All 8, decline.

Eventuality undetermined. Do you
have any other requests, doctor?

My books. May I have my books?

By all means, anything else?

My gun.

Perhaps we'll give
that one a miss.

Thank you, doctor.

Please, don't thank me.

It has been a long time
since anyone has...

My dear friend, no
thanks, no thanks...

a new beginning.

Yes, a new beginning, yes.

How can a man of such
high breeding...

have regressed through disease
so far back to animality?

Doctor?

Mr Muncie?

We wanted to give you this,
sir, the lads all chipped in.

And what have we here?

It's a book, sir. We're
all grateful to you.

Yes, it is. Thank you, Mr Muncie.

For saving a young
guard's life, sir.

I will read it avidly and I
will treasure it forever.

You thank your men on my behalf.

Merry Christmas, sir.

Merry Christmas, you, too, yes.

Ham, Mr Muncie.

Sir?

I find that a good, warm
ham is often better...

for fighting the cold than
any number of blankets...

or coals in the fire, especially
at this time of year.

Did he like the book, sir?

- The book?
- Yeah.

- I don't know.
- Well, has he read it?

- Well, he opened the wrapping.
- Yes, sir.

- And then he opened the book.
- Yes.

And then he threw
it out the window.

He what?

Yeah, he said a demon
vaporised off the page...

and went up his nostrils.

His nostrils?

He's in there now trying to
pull out his nose hairs.

To chart the life of each
word, we must start...

with a record of its birth,
when it was first written down.

From there, words come down
to us through the ages...

twisting and turning,
weaving their way.

Their meanings slipping and
slivering, offishlike, adding.

And shedding subtleties of
nuance to and from themselves.

But they leave tracks...

in the great expanse
of the literature...

of the English language.

We will chase them, hunt them...

and ferret them out, all of
them, every single word...

from all the centuries
of writing...

and we will do so by
reading every single book.

Can it be done?

You crazy, beautiful bastard.

Guard. Guard.

Ink, I'll need ink.

Yes, sir, I understand, sir.

- Paper.
- Yes, sir.

- Lots and lots of it.
- I'll see what I can do, doctor.

And Coleman...

Yes, sir?

Would you be so kind as to
dispose of this for me?

What is it, sir?

You can't see?

Yes... of course, I can, sir...

Yes, nasal hair, mind
the demonic vapours...

make sure to wash your hands...

and I'll make sure to
fish out some more later.

- Thank you, sir.
- Thank you, Coleman.

I'm too cold. I'm going
to get myself home.

We'll warm each other up, come on.

- I'm too cold.
- Oh, you got a smile.

- I can't, it's too cold.
- Come on.

No.

No, no, you promised
me. You promised me.

Get off, I don't owe you nothing.

What am I meant to feed
my little ones with?

I don't know, ask their father.

How are them matches coming?

Mum, you alright?

Yeah, yeah, I just
needed a moment.

Please, can I help you?

It'll be alright.

Good evening, I was wondering,
is your mum around?

We'll get those matches
done by night's end.

It's a man at the door.

Tell him it's Christmas
and he'll go away.

Could you just give
her this for me...

and tell your mother Happy
Christmas from Mr Muncie?

Goodnight, girls.

Mum?

It's a ham in one, the
other, he didn't say.

He said tell your mum
Happy Christmas.

Happy Christmas from Mr Muncie.

It's alright then, isn't it, Mum?

Sir, stop, sir, please.

Yes, dear?

Is that supposed to be me?

Yeah.

Good night, then, Mrs Merrett.

Good night... and thank you.

Forgive me for saying, madam...

but it doesn't have
to be this way.

The children... they
don't need to go hungry.

There is one waiting to feed them.

Take me to him.

Let me look him in the eye,
see if I can stomach him.

I went to a banquet
and I ate apples...

bananas, and cranberries.

I went to the banquet
and I ate apples...

bananas, cranberries, and... dog.

That can't be, you can't eat dog.

Yes, I can.

No, you can't.

Mum. Mother. Mum?

Merry Christmas all.

Hey. We're taking
fire, Mr Bradley.

Pounce on them.

Ah, you wee...

Well, you deserved it.

Faster.

Do you remember our first
Christmas at the school?

Harold was no more than
8 or 9 months old.

Such a fat, little baby. Do you
remember how he used to cry?

Oh, god.

One night, he was
screaming so hard...

I don't know how his
little body could do it.

Every ounce of him shrieking.
Nothing I tried would calm him.

I was frightened,
then you came home.

You lifted him up
into your arms...

you held him to your
chest, and he stopped.

He was so exhausted he
fell asleep instantly.

It's always been that
way, with all of them.

You had something I didn't.

So I taught myself to
be what you were not.

Strict, fixed, changeless.

A queen and a clown,
together a perfect whole.

What if it changed?

What if you're not
there to be the clown?

I know I've been less
than present lately...

but change will come,
and for the better.

I wish I had your certainty.

Want to put the fire out
when you come to bed?

Ah, I thought you
might be here, sir.

I have a few hours before
my little ones wake...

for Christmas morning.

I thought I might take
another look at Approve.

That'll make it two of us.

William? Dr Minor?

I have a proposal for you.

There's been a request
for a meeting.

Tristram Shandy, a gift from
Mr Muncie and his men...

but much more.

This is very delicate.

I'll need books, far
more volumes...

than I have within my own reach.

William, I think this could
be very important for us.

Oxford University has
undertaken an inventory...

of the entire English language,
and they've asked for help.

Are you listening to me?

I'll be all right... with
work, with this work.

I'll be all right,
but I need books...

I only need books.

Make me a list of all the
titles that you require.

If I have them, I'll
get them sent to you.

Thank you, doctor.

William...

When does she want to come?

Mrs Merrett.

- Where is he?
- It should only be a moment.

I just wanted to make sure
that everyone was breathing.

There's a real generosity
in your visit today...

Mrs Merrett... a true courage.

Courage, doctor,
is not why I came.

Is it... is it possible they wait?

The letter.

Yes.

All right.

How can...

We'll take care of
everything, sir.

- Thank you, doctor.
- Thank you, Mrs Merrett.

It doesn't make it right.

What would you care to send her?

Everything.

Few of the earliest
books have been read.

It is in the 17th and 18th
Centuries above all...

that help is urgently needed,
for nearly the whole...

of those centuries have
still to be gone through.

You may concentrate on
the rare, also late...

old-fashioned new and peculiar,
but avoid not the quotidian...

for every word in action
becomes beautiful...

in the light of its own meaning.

Mr Muncie. Mr Muncie.

Sorry to have woken you, I
need your help with a post.

Yes, well, is it night?

Such a lot of it, need
envelopes, tonnes...

lots and lots of envelopes
and a large bag.

Yes, sir.

And a carpenter, can you
bring a carpenter by...

in the morning, of course?

Good morning, sir.

Not so good I'm afraid, Henry.

It's Art, none of it is working.

Are you sure, sir? I checked
it myself last night.

The construct is off. It has
lost all sense of coherence.

And it's missing countless
variations of meaning.

We'll have to start it anew.

But, sir, it will take weeks
just to reset the definitions.

Mr Gell has asked for me at the
Press office this morning.

I would very much like
to see Art torn apart...

and restarted when I return?

Very well, sir.

Thank you, Henry.

Your book, Mr Murray, is going
to be an unassailable...

contribution to
English scholarship.

It will make you famous,
when it is finished.

Look around, Mr Murray.

Empire, one quarter of the land
and peoples of this earth.

The largest trading
dominion ever known.

If one wishes to participate,
one bows down to Her Majesty...

and one speaks her
tongue, English.

Forgive me, Mr Gell...

remind me why I am being kept
from my work this morning.

The Bible, Mr Murray.

I was brought onto the press...

to modernise the commerce
of academia, to sell.

And do you know what the
first hotcake I found was?

The King James Bible...

it has sold everywhere, in
every backwater and morass...

where an Englishman is doing
God's work in a frock.

We have operations
on every continent.

Depots in Edinburgh, Toronto,
Melbourne and Calcutta.

All printing, binding,
dispatching all advertising...

and all, now, ready for
the next good book.

All waiting... for you.

What is this?

Your work is taking too long.

Our expectations
constantly revised...

and not a single
page to show for it.

The delegates have unanimously
agreed that I take charge...

of keeping the project to time.

To that effect, you have in your
hands a set of suggestions...

on how to curb the
scope of the work.

What we need is more
rigorous selection...

survival only of
the fittest words.

I'm tired. My team, we
are all beyond tired.

For months now, my pleas for
help have fallen on deaf ears.

You have refused to pay...

for even for a single
additional assistant.

I began this intending to
create something unprecedented.

To order the world of words...

making them universally
accessible and useful.

I swore that I would bend at
nothing to make it happen.

And as of now, this very moment,
my resolve is greater than ever.

You are on the verge of
all out cancellation.

These rules are designed to
help keep the work going.

You may not like
them, Mr Murray...

but what other way is there?

My way, Mr Gell.

Mr Murray, we are watching
with a concerned eye.

Watch, then, and be amazed.

Lord in Heaven help me. I am lost.

Sir. Sir. Sir?

What?

It's a miracle, it's impossible.

Calm down, man, spit it out.

- Approve, sir, it's complete.
- Complete?

You were right, sir.

"Others who approve not to
transgress by thy example"...

- Milton, Paradise Lost.
- You found it.

No, not us, sir. You
better read this.

It is with a great
sense of privilege...

that I offer myself
up as a volunteer.

Please, sir, read on.

Enclosed please find
one-thousand word slips...

with corresponding quotations...

from the height and
depth of literature.

I have derived a key, a
type of dictionary...

within a dictionary, that
allows the amassing of words...

with addended quotations.

My request is simple.

To make your burden light.

Write to me, tell me what
specific words at present...

shimmer and fade at your grasp.

Let useful others
troll the oceans...

with their nets cast wide.

I shall throw my line and
pluck the very quotes...

that evade you when you
call upon me to do so.

Very truly yours, W.C. Minor,
Crowthorne, Berkshire.

Look, it's all there.

He's given us Approve in the
17th and 18th centuries.

And Art?

Not that one, but so much else.

All in the "A" s, all
words we're working on...

and at first glance
all of it usable.

God has sent us a saviour.

Now all we have to do is
try to keep up with him.

Thank you, Mr Hall.

Let's have a good
look at these slips.

Sort these now.

You cannot fathom the
impact of both...

your offer and your timing. I
am your grateful recipient.

Let paper and ink be
our flesh and blood...

until we are privileged to meet.

That's right.

Enclosed are a list
of words that...

at present... are eluding us.

The word Art is proving
particularly troublesome.

Enclosed you will find
the quotations...

that you have requested.

In pondering "Art", I am
reminded of the words...

of a great man of our
time who said...

all great and beautiful work
has come of first gazing...

without shrinking
into the darkness.

May I, sir?

Aye.

Ah.

I have been much acquainted
with that darkness.

Thank you for letting me
lend my light to yours.

Together we shall
shrink the darkness...

until there is only light.

Yours, W.C. Minor.
Crowthorne, Berkshire.

Ah, here it is... heh-heh.

Now we'll put your
name on it, too.

Mr Bradley, can I have
another fascicle, please?

I know of another who's joy in
seeing it would be immeasurable.

Yes, madam.

Is Mr Muncie working?

He is.

Could you please tell him Mrs
Merrett is here to see him?

I will indeed, madam.

Hello, madam.

Mr Muncie.

So pleased you've
returned, Mrs Merrett.

Come on in then, madam.

It's... very interesting.

Come in, doctor.

Mrs Merrett has
brought you a book.

Yes... from Maggs, the book shop.

I was told you like to read.

Thank you.

Would you care to take a
walk on the grounds, madam?

It is a beautiful spring day.

Did you read it?

Great Expectations, the book you
brought me? Is it a favourite?

No, no, the shop suggested it.

Ah.

I came to say... thank you.

The children, they're not
going hungry no more.

They've got warm clothes now,
even for next year, but...

It's never too late with children.

Their whole lives are tomorrows.

But I can't go on taking
your money. It's not right.

- Please, Mrs Merrett.
- It's blood money.

I know, but it's my blood,
too. My life belongs to you.

I made it so on that night.

I took a life and by
dreadful bargain...

I've placed another in your hands.

By right, all that
I have is yours.

I don't know what to think.
I don't know why I came.

Mrs Merrett, please.

Well, let me know
if she comes back.

Let's have a look at those chains.

Thank you.

Can I help you, sir?

Yes, I'm here to see
the superintendent.

Are you expected?

No, I came on impulse.

I'm James Murray, I am a
friend of Dr Minor's...

yet only through the post.

Dr Minor, the superintendent.

Ah, ah, I came to bring him
this fruit of our labour.

I know who you are, sir.

I posted all the letters for him.
I licked the stamps myself.

Oh, thank you, for
your mother tongue.

Yeah, I'll see what I can do.

- So this is the good doctor?
- Mr Murray, sir.

Dr Minor, I'm proud to make
your acquaintance, sir.

I cannot believe my eyes.

Nor I, nor this surprise.

How did you gain entrance?

I came on the off chance
and to bring you this.

Our gathering, so far.

Meek, but poised to
inherit the earth.

I thank you. You
deserve to be proud.

Dumbfounded.

You've been a bulwark
for us, doctor.

I'm happy to be of assistance...

though I am merely worker to the
queen. The alveary is yours.

Ah, you sent the quote
for alveary? From...

Baret, 1580.

Of course, the early
dictionaries of English...

Latin, French and Greek, but
of course, you know that.

Of course, I don't.

I do know the poets. You, in
your letters, know the scribe.

Now my task is to de-scribe.

Alveary, such a lovely buzz to it.

How about cosh, or fettle?

Fine. Louche.

I remember that from childhood.

It always seemed undressed.

Commotrix, I adore that one...

sounds as though it wants trouble.

Troublesome indeed, and
difficult to find.

Gyre.

A revolution, a whirl.

Decussated.

Formed by crossing lines,
an X, an intersection.

Perhaps you should be writing
definitions and I...

well, I'd be useless
tending to your patients.

So let's leave it as it is.

We've only just started.
Partners, word for word.

An American and a Scot?

How does an American
come to eye these gates?

A story for another day.

Let's continue the comparison.

One Oxford, one Yale.

Both greying.

One brilliant, one mad.

Aye, but which is which?

Where to from here?

Antagonism to bathe.

Batheable to cholera.

Choleric to dysenteric.

Dysentery to eczema.

Eczematous to fungus.

Why not jump straight to leprosy?

Oh, that's dropping off a lot.

You could go back to acne.

Well, there's no need to be rash.

- Who's this?
- Murray, sir.

- Who's Murray?
- The man from the dictionary...

the one the doctor
has been working on.

Good God, well, he's
had a very busy day.

Let's keep it short, shall we?

Yes, sir.

Mr Muncie? Accord Dr Murray
full visitation privileges.

Let me know when they're
going to happen.

- Yes, sir.
- Thank you.

Let's document all their
meetings, keep full details.

One could dare say
it's beautiful here.

Listen to the leaves
scratch the air.

Sometimes it sounds like
gunfire. Sometimes like...

- Like applause.
- Yes, applause.

Mr Murray?

- Aye. I should be off then.
- Check your posts.

I will garner my thoughts
and spark them off yours.

As iron sharpens iron...

so one man sharpens the
countenance of a friend.

Scripture. You're a man of God,
I should not be surprised.

It is by His grace alone.

I wish I had experienced
that more often.

You will, my friend.

Goodness and mercy shall follow
me all the days of my life.

Yeah, though I walk through the
valley of the shadow of death.

You're not alone, good doctor.

We are linked now...
consanguineous.

Brothers.

I looked for you this morning...

I wanted to share some
good news with you.

What news?

A new volunteer, a miracle...
he's pulling us out of the mire.

We've doubled our progress
with him already.

That's wonderful,
James. Who is he?

A friend.

A letter from our
superintendent, sir.

Oh, thank you.

Henry, could you keep an eye
for all future letters...

from the good doctor?

He is rather a private man and
I would wish to honour that.

I brought another book for you.

I see that. What is it?

One from the list
Mr Muncie gave me.

I asked, it's one of
the ones you wanted.

You read.

I will guess which one it is,
a paragraph, a sentence.

I'm sorry, doctor.

Mrs Merrett, Mrs Merrett...

Mrs Merrett, please,
what did I do?

You cannot read.

Forgive me, I should
not have presumed.

I do not need you to bring
me books, Mrs Merrett...

it is your visits...

Please, doctor, let me be.

I can teach you.

I am what I am.

Oh, please, let me teach you.
You can teach your children.

It's freedom, Mrs Merrett.

I can fly out of this place
on the backs of books.

I've gone to the end of the
world on the wings of words.

I can not.

When I read, no one is after me.

When I read, I am the one who
is chasing, chasing after God.

Please, I beg you...
join the chase.

Kumquat.

Oblong.

Pert.

Prunes.

Coconuts.

Chitty.

My win, Murray.

- What on earth is chitty?
- Long form of chit.

Of course, chit. Letter or
note, Indian origin, no?

That's right.

Who is she?

The impossible.

The more impossible,
the greater the love.

Do you truly believe that?

My heart is so sick.

What I know of love, the
sickness often becomes the cure.

She is my friend, she
is my dear friend...

she has suffered a terrible loss.

Perhaps God's grace will come to
her through your love, William.

Eats, so you don't
really say the "A"?

Eats.

Wa... ush... brush and fish.

- Yes.
- Wash.

You're learning very, very fast.

The brain is wider than the sky,
for put them side by side...

the one the other will include,
with ease and you beside.

The brain is just the weight
of God, for, heft them...

pound for pound, and they
will differ if they do...

as syllable from the sound.

Did they cut the rest of
the hair on that girl off?

Mrs Merrett?

He's making the most
tremendous progress.

Mrs Merrett.

I'm beginning to believe
the more he's exposed...

to the world beyond these walls,
the speedier will be his cure.

You think he can be cured, doctor?

I have to... there must
be hope for all of us.

Even the most broken of souls.

I, think on it.

My Dear Friend, I
have recommended...

to the Delegates that your
name be acknowledged...

in the First Volume of the
"New English Dictionary...

on Historical Principles", to
which your vibrant mind...

has so critically given
the breath of life.

The last fascicle is
already complete.

Expectantly, James.

Congratulations, Dr Murray.

For giving us A to byzen.

And for the rest to come,
beginning with cab.

Thank you, sir.

It's not selling.

4,000 orders the Empire through
and he won't go any quicker.

We're the laughing
stock of all academia.

I wonder if it's time to
ease our gentle Scotsman...

off his little perch.

Stop it.

It'll be alright,
they're good kids.

We don't have to do it,
if you don't want to.

Look at me... William.

It'll be alright.

Children, I would like
you to meet a friend...

his name is William.

You must be Olive, is that right?

Yes.

Iris.

Jack, and Peggy.

You must be Peter, it's
good to meet you, Peter.

And are you Clare, then?

Clare.

Truly I'm honoured
to meet you, Clare.

Clare.

Clare.

Mr Muncie. Watch them for
me, just for a moment.

Doctor. Wait. Wait. I'm sorry.

I never wanted that to
happen. I'm so sorry.

I remember being safe and still
I remember knowing who I was...

and I woke up and it had all
gone away, and I hated you...

so much, for so long, but now I
know you, I know who you are.

And I know the same
has been done to you.

I wrote you something.

"I can"...

"I can... because of you."

I miss my husband.

I came here that first
day to hate you.

To take your money, watch you
locked away, see you done.

You should still hate me.

Not any more.

Look what you've done.
Look what you've done.

Not that many this time, sir.

I wrote you something. No,
read it when I've gone.

I'm sorry, Eliza.

But what if I'm not?

I have killed him again.

It's all your fault.

I've killed him again
in your heart.

Mr Coleman.

You might alert the clinic.

I have injured myself.

"My Friend, I no longer
find I have the place...

for this, I thought
you might accept it.

Remember me by it.

As a testament to our
friendship and to that...

which we created together, in
the brief and fleeting time...

when thanks to you, I could
trust my mind... William.

Dr Murray, Richard
Brayn, Superintendent.

Pleased to meet you, sir.

I am very proud of the
contributions that Dr Minor...

has made, of course.

The illness has entered a new
phase. You may be shocked.

I should warn you, too, that
he may display some hostility.

You came.

Of course, I came.

I knew that you would.

Your God is very demanding.

A sacrifice was required.

I received your letter.

His love... his wife...

I stole her from the dead.

Have you gotten to
the "I's" by now?

I had some to add to your words.

But I can't seem to...

I can't seem to find my pens.

Our words, William, our words.

Perhaps that is true, perhaps...

madness... gave us words.

But you have made them yours,
they bear your secret signature.

Why did you come here?

Did you bring others?

I am alone, William.

I have reason to believe
that they are hiding...

between the spaces in the
floor, biding their time.

I'm sorry, James. I'm sorry.

For a moment, I...

dared to hope.

Your words, her... forgiveness.

It's more than forgiveness.

She... she gave me this.

Read it later, if you
truly want to know why.

Know what?

Assythment.

Assythment.

Assythment.

A quote, Austin, 1832.

I sent it in, but only hoping,
I wasn't sure, until now.

I can't... I can't
remember the quote.

Look it up. Look it up.

You have seen me now
and we're done.

You can leave the lunatic
to his delusions.

I came here to see my friend.

I am no man's friend,
I am a murderer.

Everything else is make believe.

So leave, leave, leave, leave,
leave, leave, leave...

leave, leave, leave,
leave, leave, leave.

And do not come back. I
do not want to see you.

Please, doctor, if your claim
that you are my friend...

is true, you will respect
that one simple wish.

Yeah.

I think no more
visitors for Dr Minor.

Bondmade, missing from Volume One.

A perfectly solid,
everyday English word...

and we don't have it.

I don't know how that
could have happened...

I checked the proofs
for it myself.

The University of
Vienna picked up on it.

The bloody Austrians,
it's a disgrace.

Calm down, Philip.

We'll catch it, we'll
form an addendum.

I've been meaning to discuss
that with all of you.

Are you intending to drop others?

The makers of this grand folly
also deign it beneath them...

to include the nouns and
adjectives denoting countries.

Hence no mention of African,
Arabian, American and so on.

In the blasted Figaro.

In the same breath,
expounding the virtues...

of their competing dictionaries.

In France, Germany,
the Netherlands.

This is a war about the spread
of colonial language...

not one with bullets
and bayonets...

but with influence and appearance.

This is utterly absurd.

No, what is absurd is your
dogged, bullheaded approach...

a superabundance of
redundancy, Dr Murray.

We need your focus.

The language is escaping
you, you are losing.

What precisely are
you saying, Mr Gell?

This is Oxford. We do not lose.

Clearly the only
course remaining...

Bondmade.

What was that? Speak up, Freddie.

Bondmade. I borrowed the proof
from the scriptorium...

to use in one of my lectures.

I forgot to replace it. I am
responsible for its exclusion.

It doesn't change a thing.

Also the absence of African,
Arabian, and American.

I convinced James not
to include them.

So you see, gentlemen, you are
inculpating the wrong man.

You're right, Philip, there
is only one course of action.

I will resign my post from
the board of delegates.

We shall make an
announcement on it.

And the project will
go on, with James.

I really don't see how...

Philip, please.

Have it in writing to the
Press offices in the morning.

He's lying through his teeth.

Of course he is.

Then why let them
get away with it?

Didn't you see? Dr Murray is a
breath away from shattering.

And without Furnivall's
meddling...

all we need do is wait.

Have a quiet word with Bradley,
I suspect he is just...

the ticket for a more malleable
pair of hands at the helm.

James... what's the matter?

I'm adrift, Ada. The day
has been one of loss.

I need to tell you some things.

Don't go on... what you've done...

there is nothing you can
tell me to make this right.

All the wisdom, all the
diligence and you simply...

How long have you known
about his madness?

How much time have you
spent with this man?

Why are you so angry? What
difference can it possibly make?

His work on the dictionary
proves he is sane.

He fooled that jury
and he fooled you.

What about repentance, Ada?
What about redemption?

The delegates, your
team, your family...

we all deserve more
than to have it all...

Stop.

I could call into
question the morality...

of every invisible volunteer
we've ever leaned on.

This one hits his children,
that one's on the whiskey...

this one, didn't you hear, he
cheats on the Times crossword.

Remove the blaggard from the list.

He is a murderer. He lied to you.

Have you never lied? Have you not?

What are you so afraid of, that
a bad man can be redeemed?

Isn't that what we believe, what
we whisper to our children...

at night, what we pray
for? Forgiveness.

I don't know who
you're preaching to.

Neither do I.

"Thus they in lowliest plight
repentant stood praying...

from the mercy seat above,
prevenient grace descending...

had removed the stony from their
hearts and made new flesh...

Milton, Paradise Lost,
prevenient grace, Ada.

From before the fall,
salvation for all...

if we choose to engage it.

"If love... then what?"

What is that?

A note, from the widow, asking
the question of the killer.

"Assythment - satisfaction
for an injury done.

Compensation, reparation,
indemnification.

By law, the wife and
family of the slain...

have still the right
for assythment."

I don't understand.

It means to pay everything back.

The guilty make
recompense the victim.

I thought he'd already
given her money.

No, Ada, his life, with his life.

"If love... then what?"

Is what she wrote to
him. And his response.

"Then no chance redemption."

What are you going to do?

What can I do?

Sometimes when we push away...

that is when we most
need to be resisted.

Please, let me in, let me in.

I need to see him, let me in.

Mr Muncie, please, I know
you can hear me, let me in.

I need to see him.

Let me in.

- Mrs Merrett...
- I need to see him, please.

It is best you went away
now and you not come back.

Please, I need to see him.

Mrs Merrett, I'm sorry.

Oh, I need to see him, please. No.

I need to see him. Please.

It is time to commence a course...

of more invasive and more
experimental treatments...

all procedures will
be fully documented.

William... are we ready?

Most rightfully so.

Thank you, doctor.

Secure his arms, all
right, here we go.

That's it. Steady. Good boy.

Come on, let's get him over.
Up you go. All right.

- Doctor, please bear with me.
- Yes.

All right, that's it,
that's it. Steady.

Again.

- Same again, sir.
- Oh, no.

Again.

Oh, yeah, we've got you.

Again.

- One more, sir, good boy.
- I asked first.

Up now, up now. Steady.

Once more.

- You've got them?
- Yes.

Mrs Murray.

My name is Church, I'm with
the South London Chronicle.

May I speak with
your husband, madam?

The story runs tomorrow,
sir, everything...

you, the big book,
the widow Merrett.

There's nothing I can
do about it now.

I just wanted to give
you fair warning.

But these... I haven't
given them to the paper.

I thought, maybe, you
should hold on to them.

It looks like he's
in a bad way, sir.

Mother.

No, no... go upstairs
and play up there.

James.

If I may say, sir, between you
and me, I've been concerned...

about some of Dr Brayn's
medical techniques.

We had to take precautions.

William? It's James, William.

William.

It's no use, I'm
afraid. He's not here.

I don't know where he
is, but he's not here.

Wait for me outside.

Dr Murray, I must ask
that you inform me...

before you pay a visit.

I came as soon as I knew.

Yes, but it's not a club, sir,
this is a medical facility.

Dr Minor is a patient in my care.

He is my friend, my brother.

Yes, he's my friend, as well.

And he's one of the bravest
men I have ever known.

However, this is severe catalepsy.

It's a fair question...

whether or not the soul has
already left the vessel.

"Divided from himself and
his fair judgement...

without which we are
pictures or mere beasts."

How could this have happened?

I must ask you to
leave immediately.

No, he doesn't belong
here, not like this.

On the contrary, he does
not belong anywhere else.

Please allow us to get
on with our work.

We have a great deal to do.
It's alright, William.

Please. It's alright, William...

it's alright, William,
it's all right.

The last 400 years have been
defined by his quotes alone.

We were at our darkest
moment. He gave us life.

I'm asking for your
help here, Ben.

To tell the truth
of what he's done.

Let it be known, not this.

My only regret is that you
did not come forward...

with this much sooner.

What there is to be known has
already been said... right here.

Written. Didn't you see?

But this is the life of a man.

All that he is will end
with him in that place.

And he is where he should be.

What use an act of
pointless charity?

Then I resign.

There will be no need
for such theatrics.

William Minor will be struck
from all acknowledgements.

You are to be welcomed, for
as long as you like...

as a contributor
to the dictionary.

The editorship will pass
immediately to Bradley.

I will be proposing this
at an emergency meeting...

of the delegates this afternoon.

I do not expect any dissent.

I won't thieve any
more of your time.

Nor I yours.

Yes, sir?

Is the master of the house in?

James... is everything alright?

I'm sorry, Freddie, I didn't
know where else to go.

I've lost everything.
Everything is broken.

I wanted to document the history
of each and every thing.

To offer the world a book
that gives the meaning...

of everything in God's creation.

Or at least the English part
of it, but it has defeated me.

And now I've paid for
it with everything...

that ever meant anything to me.

You know, there is another book
that purports to do just that.

But it has already
beaten you to the punch.

Come with me. Come, I want
to show you something.

I need me dunnage.

What, with a sprat?
How'd you do that?

Dunnage? Sprat? Blag?

How many new words
to replace the old?

How many new words for things
that have yet to be imagined?

How many of them in your
all encompassing book?

No language can ever be
permanently the same, James.

Not if it springs forth from life.

But how can the work be ended
if not ever completed?

You have given us its heart
along with a great jolt...

to begin the first few beats.

Generations after you will
continue this work...

because you have
showed them the way.

But it will never be completed.

Let it go.

Tend to yourself, leave
the project to me.

I have a few tricks for
Jowett and his lackey Gell...

that they have not considered
in their manoeuvring.

Ada?

With Bradley in charge and
the University press...

firmly driving the endeavour,
we believe we can keep...

to our desired target
of 704 pages a year...

doubling current sales estimates.

Thank you, Mr Gell.

Well, gentlemen, I believe
we are all now...

sufficiently informed to
put the motion to a vote.

I'm sorry my husband
is unable to attend.

I would like to ask permission
to say a few words in his stead.

Mrs Murray, this is
a closed meeting.

I'm afraid you will have to leave.

My family and I have given much
for the glory of the delegates.

Mr Gell, I am certain they
can give a few moments...

of their time in return.

Of course, Mrs Murray.

We are here to listen,
please, go ahead.

My husband has this silly,
little leather parchment.

On it, he's engraved a creed.
"Only a most diligent life."

Diligence. I looked it
up, in your dictionary.

Constant and earnest effort to
accomplish what is undertaken.

Persistence, application,
but also, toil, and pain.

Some of you think
my husband a fool.

Obstinate. Naive.

Driven to what he is by fear...

of what awaits us all on the
other side, but he isn't.

He sees the world, all of it,
with its myriad choices...

and he chooses to be what he is.

Yet, two such men found
each other in our time.

My husband and his friend,
the murderous madman.

Together they have given us
something extraordinary.

I am here to ask you
to take exception...

to our prevailing natures.

I'm here to ask you not
to punish them for it.

Bradley told me you quit.

I did what I could in there,
but they're a tough lot.

We're leaving this place.
We're going back to London.

The book, it is not
just yours to quit.

It is ours, remember? Mine, the
children's, countless others'.

And they can, James,
if there is love.

I know the answer now.

I know the answer to
the widow's question.

I want you to do something for me.

I will.

I want you to go to her
and look her in the eyes.

And if you see forgiveness,
if you see love...

I want you to help your friend.

Yeah.

- Here, my man.
- Thank you, sir.

He gave me that the
last time I saw him.

The last time he was lucid.

They won't let me see him.
Can you make them let me in?

It's no use. He's not the
same as you remember.

If I've forgiven him, why should
they go on punishing him?

Thank you for seeing me...

at such short notice, Sir Charles.

Freddie is an old friend.

I have to warn you
though, Mr Murray...

the American murderer is a scar...

perhaps one that is
still too fresh.

Perhaps this will heal it.

Hardly so.

Any politician espousing
his cause is certain...

to face public outrage,
chances of a pardon...

or a reprieve, are
virtually non-existent.

What price justice?
What price mercy?

Expensive to your first, cheap
but unpopular to your second.

Look here, levers can be
pulled, get you a hearing.

But if I were you, I would
do all I can to find out...

who will be called to it,
and I would stack the deck.

William? William, can you hear me?

- Everybody out.
- It's James.

Everybody out.

William, you need to hear
us. Can you hear me?

I brought Mrs Merrett to see you.

Leave him be.

She needs to talk, you need to...

Leave him be.

With all due respect,
sir, leave them be.

William? William?

William, I'm here.

It's Eliza.

Do you remember, William?
"If love... then what?"

If love... then what, William?

If love... then love.

If love, then love.

Please stand.

Do you know why you
are here, Dr Minor?

I do.

And in your opinion, Sergeant,
have the circumstances changed?

No, sir.

Under what conditions
did he enter catalepsy?

Documented procedures
of treatment.

With the patient's agreement?

Of course. Gentlemen, with
respect, the matter here...

begs a different question.

Where and into which hands
would misguided compassion...

release him, there is nowhere
else. This is his home.

Thank you, Mrs Merrett.

Is there anything further
you would like to say?

Yes, I would.

My husband didn't deserve
what happened to him.

He worked hard. Kept
his family together.

Then one day he was gone, and
nothing could bring him back.

What happened to him isn't fair.

For a long time after
he was gone...

I didn't want to remember him,
not even what he looked like.

I want to say I'm
sorry about that.

He deserved more than that.

My husband was a sweet man,
but he could get angry, too.

Once he got so cross,
he kicked the heater...

because it weren't working, he
put his foot right through...

burnt it on the hot coals, he
was limping for weeks after.

One day he caught Jack
behind him, hopping along...

all hobbled and all, like
him, do you remember?

He looked at Jack, and
he started to laugh.

He laughed so hard hobbling,
he nearly fell over.

I think that's why he
was often so cross.

It's cause he wanted his babies,
you were all his babies...

he wanted them to make him laugh.

I think if George was here now,
he'd think all this is unfair.

I think this would make him angry.

He wouldn't have a lot of
fancy words to say about it.

But I know he would
want it to stop.

Sir, please, a
moment of your time.

I will deliver my report in
two days. You will know then.

We are not asking for
your full deliberation.

Just a hint at which way you lean.

Release will be denied.

The particulars of
his treatment...

that have come to light
are troubling...

Is that not enough to...

But they are an indictment of
the entire criminally insane...

system of which this board
is not a competent judge.

Dr Minor is a severely
disturbed man.

For his own safety,
the recommendation...

cannot be given to release
him into the open.

Sir, is there no other way?

Whatever you intend to do,
Dr Murray, you have one day.

Then I have to submit my report.

We can try one last
measure, James.

But you had better be
prepared to lay it all on.

Your timing couldn't be worse.

An armed gang of Latvians
have holed up...

in a building on Sidney Street.

The Scots Guards have
it surrounded...

and the whole thing has
escalated into a siege.

A bloody disaster, and it's
put him in a foul mood.

Wait here.

I'm sorry, chaps,
no go, bad timing.

Sir? Sir? Mr Churchill, please.

Forgive me, that was insolent.

I don't know you, sir. I don't
know the sort of man you are.

But the office you occupy
permits me to have desires...

as to the kind of man I
would want you to be.

Your decisions affect all
the lives of this land.

And I am here, standing
before you, for a single one.

A complicated, pained and soured
one, but a life nonetheless.

And therefore deserving
and worthy and precious.

If you believe, as I would
have you believe...

that every individual life
deserves its own chance...

please, hear what I
have come to say.

Please, sir? All right.

I suppose I did say lay it all on.

Charles?

I will not release Dr Minor.

The prime minister
won't countenance it.

The public won't stand for it.

Fortunately your lexicon
provides us with the means...

to conceal the unpalatable.

What I will do is deport Dr Minor.

I gather he has family
in Connecticut.

He does, sir.

I shall let the board know,
should he be released...

he is to be sent home.

Undesirable alien... let
America manage her errant son.

Settle this matter, Dr Murray.
Go back to your work.

The nation has need of you, and
allow me to get back to mine.

Thank you, sir.

- Congratulations, doctor.
- Thank you, thank you.

May I introduce you
to Freddie Furnivall.

- It is an honour, doctor.
- That is impossible.

They're ready, sir.

Ah, wait a moment, please.

Yes, sir.

I'll be right here, William,
right over there. All right?

That's good, and if you
can hold on three...

one, two, three.

This is ours. Something
to read on the ship.

Does she know?

She does.

Tell her I... you'll
tell her then.

I will.

Have you seen the latest
proof of the front cover?

You see, the fortunate thing
about these awful people...

is they believe in the divine
right of rule of the monarch.

Their system falls to pieces
if they don't abide...

by its silly intricacies.

So, we use it against them.

Your book is safe, James.

You are safe at its helm
for as long as you wish...

or until you shuffle
off this mortal coil.

- Yes.
- What now?

Now and forever beyond,
my dear Gell...

Dr Murray is the dictionary.

Perhaps you should
consider taking a rest.

I hear the South of France
is quite the place...

for recharging one's spirits.