All language subtitles for [SubtitleTools.com] Dead.Still.S1.E5.(2020)

- Suicide, it appears,

- There's a Yank in town.

Photograph collector
of some sort.

but the bodies were posed
in the exact same position.

This here
is Bushrad Whacker.

- All right, Harry.

- Picture of a
fella lookin' like

I'll buy it.

he'd been tortured
for the camera,

- Gentlemen, Molloy is one
hell of a photographer,

wrists slit, then snuffed out.

and there's big money in
ghost photography in America.

- You took a photograph
from that album,

- You can use one
of my old cameras.

And I think I'll
come along with you.

had a little private showing.

- The fake photographs you stole

from that party you
were not invited to.

- Eva Lambert, a very
well-known medium.

- Charney.

To the dead.

The Communist punks.

- Show yourself to us!

- Nancy, I see that
you've met Percy.

Nancy.

Lovely name.

- Make this stop, you witch!

- Well, the girls 'round here
don't really dress like that.

- It's a disguise.

Murdered
in front o' the camera.

But how could an
animal such as this

- We're frauds, Molloy.

know his way around a camera?

Nancy, I saw--

I just
can't fathom it.

You took their album

- Something happened
here, didn't it?

- I trusted something
I shouldn't have.

- What's this?

A black rose.

- Ye didn't see
that train comin',

I think you may
have caught my heart off guard.

but I did.

- Can you see those faces?

- Fred.

The lad should've been
checked thoroughly

for concealed weapons.

- He was, but...

- So are you responsible
for the poor job,

or was it Farrelly?

- All right, Roper.

What have we got?

- It was me.

- A suicide.

- And?

- You should know better.

- Alright, but look.

- He's recently widowed,

Charney was found in
an identical position

can't go on without the missus.

So he ends it.

as the two suicides
that I'd mentioned

It's tragic but it makes sense.

in my report.

- There's only so many
ways you can kill yourself.

- Strange of him not to
put a bullet in his head.

- And nobody on duty saw
anything strange last night?

Huh?

Considering the
state of these walls.

Seems like they were
in plentiful supply.

- Nothing in the report,
except for a Communist

- Oh yeah.

They make you wonder all right.

dying in our custody,

and seeing as it was a Communist

- Seems like a right little
gathering they had here.

who didn't need to
be in our custody,

we could have had a much
quieter report, couldn't we?

- There was a man
spotted running from here

- Look.

shouting to himself,
seems agitated.

It's the photograph we
found on him last night.

Sounds like that American
you had me tailing.

Looks like McKlein, doesn't it?

Suicide, I mean,
or so we thought.

- Why do you have Farrelly
tailing some American?

I believe he was brutally
tortured, photographed,

- Because I had a report

that an American called Whacker

was collared in
Liverpool for trading

and then killed.

in obscene cabinet cards,

- Come on, Fred, this
is just parlor tricks.

and I trust Farrelly
to do a tolerable job,

- No, but look at the wounds.

They're consistent with
the other suicides.

if that's the real
point of your question.

- What's this?

- Whacker is a known associate

Black rose.

of both Cannon and Emil Chorney.

Was that on McKlein
when you found him?

- Oh now, Harry,
don't you be jumping

- Huh?

with the mad
conclusions and all.

Any
chance of a smoke, Mary?

Can we not just work
with what we have?

- Oh, Jesus.

I'm not sure.

- All I know is that a group
of well-known associates

- McKlein was in debt.

drop like flies, and I don't
think it's a coincidence

The whole town knew that.

that's dropping them.

And this Charney was a desperate
character by all accounts.

- Think I'm onto something here.

- You are getting young
lads like Farrelly excited

with this talk of big cases.

- Big cases grow
out of small talk.

- Look, Freddy, me boy,

you're only in G
Division a few months,

and you want a big case.

Your name in the Times,
rising up the ranks.

I get it.

But this is not the boglands.

This is Dublin, heart
of the British empire.

How many changelings and pookas

do you see roaming the streets?

Leave that old banter
to the Fenians.

We deal in facts.

Proof.

- If I can prove this is real,

will you have a word with Mallon

about putting me on the case?

- Come on, Fred.

We have Republican agitators
getting bold as brass,

- Why are you both
sleeping there?

and here you are
chasing a few wastrels

doing cheap photo tricks.

- Nothing untowards
happened, Uncle.

You don't want the boys laughing

- Well I'd assume so.

at you anymore, do you?

Wouldn't think you so stupid

- Who's laughing at me?

as to vacate a comfortable bed.

- Uh, yes.

- Wasn't laughing at ye.

- Look, um...

How are you?

Just stick to your
corner, Freddy.

- Well, generally worse.

- I'm so sorry I stayed, sir.

Good man.

I was in no fit
state to walk home.

- Stick me corner up your hole.

- That's perfectly
all right, my boy.

We were all incapacitated
by those conwomen.

- Uncle, your wall.

- My wall?

- Yeah, in your study.

Jeez that was
some job, Mr. Blennerhasset.

- You both saw it?

- It's quite the
collection, sir.

- I'm sure it does look
a little bit strange.

- Yes.

Well it is strange.

- So strange.

- Well I can assure you,
it's just a collection

of some of my
favorite portraits.

- There.

Nothing untoward.

- But they're facing your chair.

Are you happy now?

- Yeah, like they're
watching over you

with their dead eyes on you.

- And you wanted us
to bring you up there

to specifically look at it.

- It's all right.

- Brock.

Enough now.

- Hmm?

- I warned you not
to touch Mother.

- And you were
talking to the wall--

- Enough now, Nancy.

- Could you not, for once?

Please.

Now, let's get back
to the grindstone.

- Well.

Thought she looked much happier.

Better hurry up or we'll be
late for that appointment.

See you over there.

- We all behaved so
oddly, didn't we?

- Yeah, just like
we were raving mad.

- Whoa, stand.

Stand down.

Weren't we?

- Well, have fun.

- Oh.

Thanks, Carruthers.

I'm going back to bed.

- Oh, I'm just keeping up
appearances, young man.

Lucky enough for you.

- Aw, Jesus, will
you just come on?

We're from the same
part of Dublin.

Why you always being
so sore wi' me?

Should we just--

Should we just go for
a pint one evening?

- Hope you're fit for
work today, Molloy.

We've got a long
drive ahead of us.

- Yeah, I'm grand.

Nancy.

- Well I'm glad to see you
two are alive this morning

It's lovely to see you.

because there's one
fellow who isn't.

- I'm sorry for your
troubles, Miss Nancy.

Word on the street is
Mr. Cannon was found dead

- Thank you, Carruthers.

by his own hand last night.

- Oh Jesus, your
nephew's associates

certainly seem a
doomed bunch, sir.

- Well, if you lie with dogs.

- Me, too, I'm very sorry

for the loss of
your grandmother.

- Thank you, Molloy.

She'd been mostly
miserable, so in a way,

it's a relief.

I need to warn you, though.

- We're running low.

- Well you may get more supplies
before we go to Athlone.

Our family can be trying.

Uncle, you already know,

and well, the others
made him like that.

- Why do you never
go out and get them?

Why's it always me
traipsing about the place?

- Who's this divil at all?

- Because I'm the bleeding
Ghost Queen, aren't I?

- This is Mr. Molloy,
assistant to--

I have to keep a bit
of mystery about me.

- Ah.

- Punters don't know
which one of us is which.

The gravedigger.

- No, he's not a gravedigger.

Daddy always said the
way to keep the act fresh

- This is the gravedigger.

was to alternate.

- Yeah well, Daddy's
still stalking Mountjoy,

- I'm Conall Molloy,

so what the fuck does he know?

assistant to Mr. Blennerhasset.

Please accept me deepest
sympathies on your loss.

- One second!

- My brother says
you're competent,

but Brock is a terrible
judge of character.

Won't be another second now!

Can we please get
this over with?

I can't bear to see
Mother looking so alive.

- Alright, in you go.

Wipe your shoes, now.

Now, look where your
over-eagerness nearly got you.

- Don't worry, Roper.

You fall for their shit once,

you won't fall for it again.

- I'm sorry for your loss, sir.

Believe me.

- I thank you for
coming, Molloy.

You did owe me a favor.

I do my research, girls.

- I'm honored you asked.

You do too, I'm sure.

Digging deep into the background

of everyone that
attends your seances.

- Just handy to
put names to faces.

- I'm sure.

I read a report on
this seance in Kilkenny

where every last person
was plagued with visions

after drinking some
sort of concoction.

- Our line of
business does attract

- Uh, Conall?

a few bon viveurs,
it must be said.

- Yeah?

- And then there was
the seance in Tullamore

- Half an inch to the right.

last February, when people
found themselves relieved

of their personal belongings.

- And robbers, too.

- To my right?

Bon viveurs and robbers, yeah.

No, to your right.

- Always photography's right.

They love us.

- Course.

- I wouldn't be one known
for coincidences, girls.

- Detective, there
are many things

far beyond your comprehension.

Doesn't mean they don't happen.

- What I can't comprehend is

why this Whacker
fellow shot up the room

for no reason.

He had a reason.

He was seeing
spirits, wasn't he?

- What odd corner of Dublin
did you pull this one from?

Some fellow he
murdered, he said.

- Mother, please.

- He murdered a fellow?

- A grave, he was literally
pulled from a grave.

- Back in America.

And it was the ghost that
this fellow tormenting him

- Imagine.

Digging holes for
corpses for a living.

on account of us
summoning the ghost.

- Uncle Morris,
can you please-- ?

- Oh yeah.

- One step below taking
photographs of them.

Course you did.

- Yes, we did.

Like we said we would.

And then we escaped.

- So you leave.

- Apologies.

Who's left?

- Take your time.

- The fellow who hired us.

Grandmother isn't
going anywhere.

Henry Vickers.

Then the host, the
late Mr. Cannon.

- Maybe he should dig her
grave while we have him.

And then the photographers.

- Uncle, I must say, the
memorial photography business

must be in bad shape
if this is who you have

- Photographers?

- Oh Jesus, here we go.

working for you.

- Yes, we've had a lot of bother

- He's doing a job, Henry.

with poxy photographers of late.

More than you've
ever done in your--

- Your last young
assistant was much better.

- A pain and a half.

What was his name?

- Gee, not now, girls.

John?

Sure everything you do is real?

He was very charming.

- I don't remember
any old assistant.

- Yes.

- Oh, this was years ago.

It is.

- More so that they
get in the way.

The fellow disappeared in
the end, didn't he, brother?

They're very welcome to
photograph if they want.

Remember, that friend of
yours who disappeared?

We've nothing to hide.

- Who were the photographers?

- He wasn't my friend.

- He was your assistant.

- It was a young fellow.

He was from Dublin.

- My assistants
are not my friends.

And then an older man,

- You don't have
any friends, Brock.

and a younger woman.

An uncle and sister
to Mr. Vickers.

Never had.

- Sacrificed everything
for photography.

- Now it seems any old
gravedigger can use a camera.

- Is that right, now?

- At least have a drink.

- Ah, will you just be quiet?

- Uh--
- No.

- Got it, yeah.

Please.

Got it here, lad.

I'm ready.

- So you don't think
that there's something

So just don't move.

quite dangerous that we've
accidentally been caught up in?

- Molloy, do not be foolhardy.

Especially your mouths.

And before you
deliver what I'm sure

is a tremendously
passionate repost, don't.

We take photographs.

And you've been doing a
very admirable job of it.

- Despite the fact you
didn't want me to take

a photograph of your mother.

- No, you weren't
my first choice, no.

- You know, you should
have just trusted me

with the information
and been honest with me.

Thank you.

Stop making a fool out of me.

- I think you misunderstood.

Uh, Molloy?

- Yes, sir?

I just didn't want to
subject a nice chap like you

- That was...

to my wretched siblings.

That was quite
commendable, you know,

particularly under
the circumstances.

- That's reassuring.

- Thanks very much, sir.

- Reason I'm the best at my job

- Carruthers.

is because I don't
question tragedy.

Pack Molloy's stuff.

Look, I'm going to
have to stay here

with these people until
after the funeral.

The lack
of bruising indicates

So take tomorrow off.

there wasn't a struggle.

With pay.

More so, I reckon whatever
Mr. Cannon had imbibed

had him very relaxed altogether.

- Thank you very much, sir.

- So, they're all polluted,

- And invest in some new
art materials, Molloy.

there's a bit of argy-bargy,
and Mr. Cannon is upset.

You need them.

And then he kills himself?

- Thank you very much, sir.

- No.

- Well, the throat
was slit cleanly

Thank you.

and methodically
from ear to ear.

- What a bloody waste of time.

- I can stick up a
bloody camera stand,

- Hold on, Bill.

but can you do my job?

Ossie, the matter of
the wound, though.

No chance.

- Yeah, it must be so hard,

It'd be a hard job to
pull off on himself?

- Well, you'd be surprised.

sitting on your hole on
top of a horse all day.

- Plenty of men done
worse to themselves.

I'd say your back
is broken, is it?

- Shh!

Ossie, now what do you reckon?

- The knife was in his right
hand when it was found,

like you had noted, Ronnie.

The movement of the
knife is consistent

with Mr. Cannon
cutting his own throat

from left to right.

- But if he didn't do it--

- Then who did it?

Fred?

You'd have
to be a real lunatic

- Well he's gonna say
the killer photographer.

to fake a photo like
that, or make one.

Just wait for it.

Wait, and--

- Well, no.

Well stop now.

- I know, yeah.

This is it lads.

Glendinning thinks I'm
away with the fairies.

Dan, this was a very
well-controlled cut,

- That's sloppy now,
pure schoolboy error.

and Mr. Cannon was
not only intoxicated,

How did you miss
that rose at all, eh?

- Look, it's hard to
make out, isn't it?

he was left-handed.

It's like, thick
and black on black.

- I'm telling you, Bill.

- Bit queer of him
to be wearing it, no?

- Murders made to
look like suicides.

Is that not the flower you give

- If Mr. Cannon
cuts his own throat

when someone has already died?

that quick and that clean,

- Or lost love.

in the seated position
he was found in,

- That's not consistent
with the body you found.

there'd be a fair
old spurt of blood

Sure anyone would doubt it.

from the corroded artery.

- And there was traces of
blood nowhere on the floor,

Did you butter my bread?

only on himself.

- Aren't you lucky
to have someone

- This is what
you think happened

to butter your bread for you?

up in Dublin Castle, too?

- I am just focusing
on Mr. Cannon,

- Oh, I am, and the miserly
amount of butter on it.

because I think we all agree

And the coroner
didn't find anything?

that there's something
off with this one.

- No.

- You think there's some sick
bastard out there doing this?

Down to Marlborough
Street and Ossie said

- If there is,
he's right-handed,

that there's was nothin'
all for Charney's debt,

tidy enough with a blade,

and he was...

and wearing a coat
he doesn't mind

killed himself in the
cell and that was that.

getting a bit of blood on.

- See, Fred, if you're saying

- Right.

he didn't kill
himself in the cell,

Find the American.

Bring him in.

then you're saying someone
killed him in the cell,

Someone knows what
happened in that house.

in Dublin Castle.

Inside Dublin Castle.

- I know, girl, I know.

It's ridiculous.

To go to that effort
for a tourist.

- Well, find out what he
was at on this holiday,

because if you're right,
he must have done something

to piss off the wrong people.

- What if I'm wrong?

- If you're wrong, then
you're the loud cark fella

going around Dublin Castle
shouting about murder plots

- What's the matter?

with no evidence to show for it.

- He's still alive.

- Yes.

That's why I asked
you to come quickly.

- Well I do apologize.

A complete misunderstanding
on my part.

- Can we hurry?

- Yes, yes certainly.

Molloy?

- Does that happen often, sir?

- Yeah, more than
you might think.

Did you bring your new camera?

- Yeah.

- Oh, great.

It's easy to make a mistake

considering the amount of poison

that's in you from last night.

- The other camera box.

Where is it?

- Well, it's,

- Mr. Molloy.

it's in my study, I think.

How are you?

- What can I do
for you, Detective?

- I think I might have
put something in there.

- Well, we took the camera
that you, uh, borrowed

Something I found whenever
I left the seance.

off Mr. Blennerhasset,
and we were dismayed

- What did you find?

to find that all the
plates were missing.

- I just, I could've
imagined it.

- Just isn't fortunate.

- Yeah.

Then I met your pal
Matty Talbot, and, uh,

You know how you imagined seeing

your old assistant last night?

- Yes.

he was flashing your
dirty photographs

- It's a photo album.

from down in Watling Street.

He said they were
doing the rounds.

- What sort of photo album?

So someone must've got
'em developed, I'd say.

- It's like death photography.

- Yeah.

It's like your kind
of photography.

D'you think?

- My kind of photography?

- Yeah, but it's
a bit more, um--

- Yeah.

- Murderous?

After getting a handy
little job there now,

you probably shouldn't
want to do anything

- Yes.

to jeopardize that.

- We need to hurry, Molloy.

- Yeah, well, I won't be.

- Maybe I'll ignore
these photographs,

and maybe you will
do something for me

Make haste, Carruthers.

as a favor, like a good man.

- Ah, you're blackmailing me.

- Mr. Bennerhasset?

- You'd know if I was.

It would be nice, I think,

- What are you doing here?

to get a cabinet card done.

You're trying to coerce me
into informing you, is that it?

- Yes, that'll be
no work at all.

- Something I can put
on the mantelpiece

for when George
has gone his way.

- You do those?

- Yeah, I did.

- Oh, I know,

I know as well.

That'll be no problem
at all, Mrs. Harrison.

I'll get it all sent on to you.

Maybe you should spend
some time with George

before he slips away.

- Very good.

- Yeah.

- Oh, there he is now.

You've an interest in
photography, so do I.

- George!

Maybe we could work together.

You shouldn't be out of bed.

That's all I'm saying.

Get back at once.

- Well.

Quick as
you like, Molloy?

Well, I'll help you where I can.

- In a hurry, sir?

- Right.

- Yes.

I feel like some
trouble's coming our way.

Now, this little photograph
that I'm after findin',

We need to get home posthaste.

if you find anything
of the sort like that,

- That tone was
same as years ago.

you let me know, 'cause
the man I found it on?

- Possibly.

And it feels like
somebody's toying with me.

Dead before I questioned him.

Now, Carruthers, I
need you to be vigilant

- That's a pity.

until I figure out
how to deal with this.

I'll keep an eye out.

Now don't whisper
to it to a soul.

- Not a soul, sir.

- I can't believe it.

Now,
while I have ye,

- Dreadful business.

do you know the significance
of a black rose?

Cannon was a decent skin.

Is it some sort of
photographic prop?

- Honestly, Percy.

They had us seeing all sorts.

- I've never seen one.

Who knows what poor Louis
saw before he ended it.

- Yeah.

Haven't seen one
myself much, either.

- Well, he was a fiend for the
old mind-altering substances.

Good luck.

You'd think he'd be
well abled for it.

And Henry too.

Where is he?

- Oh, some dive I presume.

I don't know if he
knows about Louis.

- You've been getting
yourself into a lot

of dangerous situations for
a girl who's new to town.

Carruthers
is here, Uncle.

- I'm a grown woman, Percy.

Let's just
get home, Nancy.

She's
not going with you.

- That's very naive behavior
on these city streets, Nancy.

- I can walk around
perfectly fine,

- You sent her to
me, did you not?

unescorted, thank you.

- And now your convalescence
is nearly complete,

- Can you though?

Nancy can return here and
take care of the family home,

Getting kidnapped
in whorehouses?

Shot at at a bloody seance?

- Well look at me now.

I seem somewhat alive, don't I?

like her grandmother wanted.

- Silly girl.

- Very well.

- What did you say?

If she wants to.

- I said you're silly
for putting yourself

- I want to stay with Uncle.

in such danger, are you not?

- Silly?

I suppose I'd have to be

- The Uncle who has
ignored you for years.

hanging about with impotent
wastrels like yourself.

Yes, I think I'm
right bloody fool.

How weak of you, Nancy.

- Mind your tone!

- I find that I'm happier
living in town than I am here.

- Apologies.

But no one was
answering the front door

- Oh.

You became very independent
all of a sudden, did you?

and well it's a matter
of some importance.

I'm sure you'll be so
responsible about it,

- Oh bollocks.

like your brother has been.

- You're not the first
woman to greet me like that,

- Henry and I are not the same.

Miss Vickers, and I know
you won't be the last.

- No.

You're far less charming.

- Sorry, detective.

I've had a rough day
full of vexing men.

- Hmm.

Maybe you've had an
influence on her after all.

I think it's time for
you to disappear, Percy.

- I suppose, Nancy,

Write me an apology
letter if you want.

you won't need your
allowance anymore.

I'll reply if I
haven't been murdered.

- Mother.

- Go easy on her, detective.

That's not fair.

She has a bit of a
mood on her today.

I worked hard for that.

I minded Grandmother
for the longest time.

- Off you go now, Percy,

like a good little man.

- It's alright, sister.

Try not to hurry too much.

You keep it.

It's about time I started
paying her a proper wage anyway.

- Seems like a lovely chap.

- Nancy?

- What do you want, detective?

Nancy.

You'll come crawling back,
just like your uncle did!

- Were you in the late Mr.
Cannon's house last night?

- Come on.

Might as well make a
tea party out of this.

You
wanted me, boss?

- You do a decent scone up here.

- You bad bastard, you.

- Jesus, you're fierce jumpy.

- Don't sneak up
on me, Farrelly.

I get immersed in
my work, you know?

Not as good as a
cork scone, though.

A mad notion around
here, I know.

- Here's something for you.

Right.

Ms. Vickers.

There's a Yank in town.

Photograph collector
of some sort.

You've been involved in a lot

Seems to be an associate
of Louis Cannon.

of police business of late.

- Collector?

- Well, detective.

It just so happens that a
lot of police businesses

That's a queer one.

involve death and
photography of late.

- Poor landlords gettin' stuck

- Mm-hmm.

with pitchforks up
and down the country,

And was this studio
hired to take photographs

and there's the two o'
you like headless chickens

over some fake photographs.

at the seance?

Grand to have nothin'
to do, isn't it boys?

- Molloy was.

Henry and Louis hired him.

They wanted to get in on
that spirit photography fad

- Farrelly, quicker you
become a G-Man the better.

with that American fellow.

- Working on that, boss.

- Mr. Whacker's been
involved in a growing

black market of
peculiar photography?

Your brother must have
been trying to make

a handy few bob.

- Hmm.

Where's he?

- Not quite sure, detective.

- Suspicious timing, though.

All the same.

And where's Mr.
Molloy and your uncle?

Ah, beautiful.

- Do you want our
professional assistance

or do you suspect
us of something?

You stole this
when we were there?

- I'm just trying to
get their perspective

- Well, it was just lying about.

on what happened that night

at Mr. Cannon's.

I see if their theories
tie up with mine.

- There are some
photographs missing.

- And how are those theories

going down in Dublin Castle?

- The late Mr. Charney
ripped them out.

Quite unfortunate.

- Not great for
the longest time,

but it's turning
into something now.

- The fool was a
goddamn liability.

- Just not the whole picture.

Alright, Henry, I'll buy it.

- No.

Not quite, not yet.

Hell of an addition
to my collection.

Well tell me this.

- Delighted to have it off
my hands, to be honest.

I'd rather focus on a more
genteel sort of photograph.

Did you ever come
across an example

of a black rose used in
memorial photography?

Riding, or bit of tit,
saucy old crack, you know?

Ghost photography
like we were saying.

As like some sort of
a photographic prop?

- Mr. Whacker, do you know
who the photographer is?

- No.

- You wouldn't lie to me
about any of this, would you?

- I do not, but I know
it was commissioned

by those people whose
hospitality Henry

had kindly took advantage of.

- No, I wouldn't.

- You don't think those
photographs are real, do you?

- Very well, Miss Vickers.

- Oh, I would be inclined
to think so, yes.

Thanks for your
time, and the scone.

I may have to call back later

to chat to your uncle.

- Of course.

- Now I thought you
were barred from here.

- Oh, and I want you to know

- I think my disguise
was a lot better

than people give it credit for.

if any of this develops
into something worse,

- Your brother asked
me to meet him here.

- Oh, yes, he's holding
court in the corner there.

don't regret that you stood back

and watched it happen.

He's absolutely too much.

I can't deal with it, so
we're going somewhere else.

- Sorry, Nancy.

I saw the bastard on the
other side of the counter,

went after him
out the side exit,

and you'll never guess.

- This pub has three
different exits

onto three different streets.

- Yes!

Three different exits on
three different streets.

It's madness, isn't it?

Hello. Percy Cummins,
lovely to meet you.

- Percy, this is Conall Molloy.

- Go on.

- Oh, you must be Mr. Molloy.

Go on.

- Yes, I just said that.

- Your nephew told me
that he found the album

- Yeah, Conall Molloy, yeah.

from some secret society
in the Wicklow Mountains.

That's it, that's me.
- Ah.

Not getting this one
into trouble, eh?

- Obviously not very
secret if Henry's involved.

Heard you got yourself holed up

in a whorehouse for the night.

- Then Whacker was keen
on it, and bought it,

No harm, says you.

- No, listen, I was there
for professional reasons.

then I found it and pocketed it

It was a commission, as it were.

like a fucking idiot.

Right.

And no one's seen
you take it from the seance?

- Under duress, I must add.

- Well, you've got quite the eye

- I don't think so, no.

for naked forms, I must say.

- Well, if Regan's
idea is right,

Like myself.

then hypothetically the
person who killed Cannon

- Percy's a sculptor.

- I'm a sculptor.

was looking for the album.

- He likes a nude.

- And he did the
same thing to a man

- Who doesn't?

being held in Dublin Castle.

Decent money to be
made in nude sculpting,

- Well if they
knew we were there,

then Nancy and your
mother and your sister

but I'd say you made a small
fortune off those pictures,

may not be safe.

- Don't tell me that.

did you Molloy?

- Uh, no, no, not really, no.

We're an hour from Dublin.

- I would say people'd
be less inclined

- You're the idiot that
left it in my house.

to buy them when they've
seen them for free,

- I know, but I
didn't know I took it.

Honestly, look I was
in such a bad way.

like we did.

- Sorry, you've seen them?

I'm sorry, sir.

- Oh, we saw the full spread.

- Is it horrific?

- Did you?

- Yes.

That's why we're leaving.

- Yeah, they don't look
terribly fake Mr. Blennerhasset.

Henry won't stop flashing
the bloody things around.

- Then we must destroy it.

It's just too much.

- Well we have to
take it to the police.

- No.

- No?

- No, Molloy.

There's a better way
to deal with this.

- Molloy, you bloody filth
merchant, get over here.

- But what if
Regan's right, sir?

We've things to be doing.

Come on, hup!

Come on, now!

Why can't we give
the album to them?

It's evidence, is it not?

- Best of luck.

You'll need it.

- These photographs.

Do they look like mine?

- Gentlemen, this is Molloy.

He used to be a gravedigger.

Molloy, this here's
Bushrod Whacker,

purveyor of exotic
photographs, as it so happens.

- So where is Henry?

Did some great service in the
American Civil War, you know.

- He's hiding at an
apartment in Queen Square.

Dread to think how many men
the old bastard has killed.

- Does he know
that Louis is dead?

- Me, too.

- That's why he's hiding at
the apartment in Queen Square.

- And this here is Louis Cannon.

- What have they got
themselves caught up in, Hanna?

He's going to be a big name

- Henry wouldn't say, exactly.

in the print business,
mark my words.

But he took something
from some people

Gentlemen.

Louis, Molloy is one
hell of a photographer.

and the people are very
keen to get it back.

- Do you think Louis was killed?

- If he's a hell
of a photographer

- But why?

how come we didn't hire him?

I mean, I know they're
all degenerates,

but essentially
they're harmless.

- Well, I hadn't seen
his work at the time.

I cannot wait to see the
job he did on old Granny.

- Well someone doesn't think so.

You should've seen
her propped up there.

- Those boys.

She looked bloody
radiant, the old hag.

They can't do anything

without making a
cock of bothers.

Look.

Look at the looks
on their faces.

- I wanted to live in town
for a bit of excitement.

I mean, marvel.

They look so bloody aroused,

This is just too much.

- Well I've told you.

and arousing, let me tell you.

If you let men
with horrible taste

Molloy, when you
were out at the house

dictate your social life,

you should've mentioned you did

then you'll end up in
the worst situation.

this manner of lusty picture.

Believe me, I woke up in hobbles

- Yeah, well, it might've
been inappropriate,

that were chilled to the bone.

on the account of
your dead grandmother.

- That would suit me fine.

I just don't like murder.

- You took these?

- Well, you're doing a
good job of it so far.

- Yeah.

No matter what Percy says.

But it was Mr.
Blennerhasset who--

- Ugh, another feckless clown
looking for a distraction.

who aroused engagement in the--

- Shut up and take a
credit, dirty little devil.

- Well at least he's
a bit of excitement

- I have never seen intercourse
photographed so beautifully.

you can do without.

Unlike me, I'm stuck
with that bloody fool

of a brother of yours.

- Well, thanks very much.

- Do you think it's all
right if I visited him?

I mean, it was me first
time, uh, photographing.

- You'll be lucky if he
opens the door to you.

Intercourse, that is.

- Don't worry, I have my ways.

- Molloy, a man of your
skill shouldn't resort

to taking photographs of
corpses with my eccentric uncle.

There is money to be made

in pictures people
actually want to see,

and Louis--

Louis.

Louis.
- Hmm?

- Louis, you can get them
out there, can't you?

- I fucking knew it was
you all along, Abel White.

- Well, I make
specialist publications.

It's a small operation,
but there is an appetite

for the strange and
bizarre in photography, eh?

I know who was behind it.

- No, hold on.

'Scuse me.

Stop.

Don't ruin it for me, girl.

I'm warning you.

- If you can get
the right collection

- Hurry your arse up, so.

of photographs together,
there's a fortune to be made.

I want to read the next chapter.

- I won't be reading it tonight

so you may hold your horses.

- Whacker here brought
us three to a party

- Is that a good yarn, Betty?

up at the Wicklow
Mountains not too long ago.

- A bit too good,
Farrelly if you get me.

Some sort of secret society.

Shouldn't have been there.

The housework has been
neglected, to say the least.

- No, and we're not s'posed

to talk about it
either, so let's not.

I'm managing to keep
the child alive, though.

- Ah, we were not the
most sober trespassers,

- Don't mind her, Farrelly.

She's only messing.

The housework was never
up to much anyway.

- Mighty nice, mighty.

Scenes of debauched,
wildness debauched.

Anyway, I stole this mad,
mad photograph album--

- Well you're not just
reading yourself, no?

- We have a rule there.

- Shut up about the
photo album, man.

We read one chapter each
and then pass it over.

Hey, why don't you both shut up?

We tried reading
pages at the same time

but I get very impatient
waiting for him to catch up.

- Give over.

I like to scan them for details.

- Molloy, Whacker was
saying there's big money

- Who solves them the most?

in ghost photography in America.

That's right, I
solve them the most.

- Only because you've
been jumping on my leads.

And Cannon's wife, poor
Jocelyn, died last month.

- He said you're the best
detective he knows, ma'am.

Fell down the stairs, she did.

- Wasn't exactly an avenue
opening itself up to me

- It is like I can still feel
her presence in the house.

but look, I'll take
it where I can get it.

- I actually know what
you mean, Mr. Cannon.

- Dublin Castle is not
in our kitchen, boy.

- I thought it might
be a good opportunity

- Anyway look, time
is of the essence here

to capture some
manner of apparition.

so will you make it back to it?

Where are we at?

- I'll capture it.

- Whacker is still managing
to give us the slip.

The photograph, I mean.

Traced him back to his legends

but still no sign of him.

Spirit photography's an
area I'm very interested in.

- I thought there is a sign.

He's got something to hide.

- No, something doesn't
sit right though.

Why would a man
waste all his bullets

I'm not a cynic, you know?

shooting up the house

I think there are
spirits among us.

then turn around and murder
a fellow with a knife?

I can't guarantee that I'll
capture something, but...

- Well I'm afraid you
might as well ask why a man

would make it look
like a suicide

Do me best.

if he just wanted
to murder a fellow.

- Hmm.

- Let's see what
Mr. Molloy can do.

- Mighty.

- I'll make some cancellations.

- Jeez, thanks very much.

- Well, have a drink.

Molloy, drink.

Come on, now.

- Some years ago, I had
trouble with an assistant

- Thanks very much, gentlemen.

- Slainte.

who subsequently
committed suicide

- Slainte.

Slainte.

after he'd sent a letter
accusing me of things.

- Thank you, thank you, lovely.

- And, uh, how're you planning
on conjuring the ghost?

- What kind of things?

- It's not relevant.

- Son, how do you think?

What is relevant is
when I was interviewed

They've organized a
seance in Cannon's house.

by the police, they
were so aggressive

that it's made me suspicious
of them ever since.

She'll do the job.

- What's that got
to do with this?

- Well, her name's Eva Lambert.

- This assistant
he, I allowed him to

introduce a motif into my work.

Look, I think-- I
think she's a medium.

It says, uh, like,
it says, "spirit--

Black rose.

"spiritual seance" on a--

- Molloy.

- Who else knows about the rose?

Let me.

- No one.

Eva Lambert, or the Ghost
Queen as she likes to be known.

I don't know anyone
else who uses this

in their work.

- Well tell Regan that, then.

A very well-known
medium, notorious even.

- Do you honestly think
that Regan's gonna believe

In theatrical circles she's
very carefully studied.

your story of how
you found the album?

- Yeah, but that's only,
that's only because

An assistant to a man
who takes photographs

they want to see, like,
if she makes it up.

of dead people?

- That's it: it doesn't
look like she does.

- You think they're
gonna suspect us?

People emerge from her
seances thoroughly distressed.

- Yes.

I do.

And that's why no one
should ever see this album.

- Henry has very strange
interests, doesn't he?

- Do you want that comment
to pass unremarked on?

Look, whoever's using this,

- Back to your
proposition, Molloy.

they're attaching it to
my work for some reason.

- To frame you?

- I don't know.

- I know...

But Molloy, this could ruin us.

that spirit photography, it's
a bit more sensationalistic

We're implicated the longer
we hold onto this album.

than your style.

And the longer we
hold onto this album,

So I thought I might
undertake the shoot by myself.

our loved ones are in danger.

And that is why we
must destroy it.

And I could do
with the money, so.

- Well, spirit
photography is merely

the double-exposure technique.

It's just the work
of charlatans.

- What if you capture
something real?

You're not being a charlatan.

- Tell me, Molloy, why
are you so desperate

to believe in ghosts?

- I think there's something
quite comforting about the idea.

Morning, ma'am.

You know? Just that they're
still here, minding us.

- I am not passing
up the opportunity

to go to a seance.

- Very well, Molloy,
you've got the job.

You can use one
of my old cameras.

- Nancy.

Oh, thank you, sir.

Yes, I knew it was you
because of our knock.

- And I think I'll come along
with you, if you don't mind.

It's our old knock, remember.

- Really?

When we were children.

If you'd asked me to do
it I wouldn't be able to

I didn't think it'd be
your kind of thing, Uncle.

for the bloody life of
me, but once I heard it

- It'll stop me looping
around these four walls.

I knew it was you.

- That's the spirit.

Okay, come in.

We should take bets
on how she does it.

Come in.

Oh sausages.

Jeez I'm a devil
for a good sausage.

You're a savior, Nancy.

- Mother's looking for you.

She's worried.

- Oh, don't worry about her.

She's always worried when
we're out of her grasp.

Look at the two of us now,

living the great
life in town, huh?

You'll have some
sausages, you will?

- Henry, what are
you caught up in?

- Some ketchup now would
be the right sauce, huh?

Henry.

- Hmm?

You'll have a sausage, you will?

- Yes of course
I'll have a sausage.

Now, are you going to
tell me what's going on?

- Some serious
bloody shenanigans,

let me tell you Nancy.

- You are here for my
sister's gathering.

We got in with Whacker, see.

- Yes, we are.

Mr. Cannon extended
the invitation to us.

That's where it all started.

He contacted Louis
prior to coming here

about some publication man.

I'm very excited.

Anyway, turns out he was a devil

for the firewater,
so we all head out

- What is this?

- Did Henry not mention that
we were bringing a camera?

on Monday night he says he's
meeting an art collector

- No.

up in a house in the
Wicklow Mountains,

He did not.

and would we come?

- They want to capture it--

So I said why not?

- Spirits do not
like being captured.

We're all roaring
drunk at this stage.

Where's the harm?

So we all head up to the house
in the Wicklow Mountains,

and it's a lively night.

Enter.

Lively.

You can imagine the scenes.

You might be able to
refer it, yourself

if you get a few more
parties under your belt.

- Henry, what did you do?

Very ominous.

- I stole a photograph
album full of pictures

I like it.

of people being
tortured and murdered.

I know, I know.

I thought it was absolutely
gas crack at the time.

- Who are these people, Henry?

- Who are they?

- Ah.

I don't know, some
sort of secret society.

Welcome to my home.

Please.

Nothing bloody
secret about them,

unless bumbling
in the front door

- Uncle Brock.

and then leaving
these photographs

all over the blasted place.

Here to have a chat with
dead Granny, I presume?

- They kick you out?

- Pleased to meet you.

- No, not at first, no.

- I'm here, Henry, out
of simple curiosity.

They seemed quite
pleasant at the start,

- Brock Blennerhasset?

which was quite strange,

you know, maybe a bit theatrical

I own two of your originals.

or sort of thing, and I
just thought they were

being odd for the
sake of being odd.

Most beautiful,
haunting tintypes.

- How did you come upon those?

- There are ways, my friend.

We shouldn't have
been there, Nancy.

Families don't
wanna mourn forever.

Bushrod Whacker.

And all that probably
would have been fine,

Pleasure to meet you, sir.

- And you, I'm sure.

but then I went and
made things worse.

- Please, let's start.

It's always me making a
bloody pig's ear of things.

- You're being too hard
on yourself, Henry.

- You did not tell me
that you'd be taking

- No Nancy, you
don't understand.

photographs, Mr. Cannon.

- Think of the publicity
for you and your sister

Whacker told me that
those pictures were real.

if we get this in print, hmm?

They weren't fake
or manufactured.

- Mount your apparatus quickly.

These people had
employed someone

to take pictures of people
who had crossed them.

- Molloy's going to
do a bloody good job.

These are a very different
breed of bad, Nancy.

He's very versatile.

People riding, people being
dead, people as ghosts.

They have influence.

You do it all, don't you Molloy?

I don't know how,
but they have ways

- Uh, yeah, do-- do
me best, Mr. Vickers.

of making people
do things for them.

- And Uncle here
didn't even want you

to take the photographs
of poor, dead Granny.

- But why do something
as grotesque as this?

Nancy had to talk him into it.

- Henry, shut up.

- Now it's time for the bloody

Dublin Photographic
Society you did.

- Because it's something
that's never been done before.

- Henry, shut up!

- I'm telling the
truth, aren't I?

Because they can.

Tell me if I'm lying, Brock.

- Quiet!

The Ghost Queen is
ready to meet you.

Look after yourself now, Nancy.

- You too, Henry.

- No, I really mean it though.

You have to look after yourself

til all this dies down.

- Well, so do you.

Try to get back home
as soon as you can.

Or go back to mother's
for a few days.

A slightly safer way
to live in dread.

- Yes, but I've organized a
meeting with Whacker later,

see if he can call off the dogs.

- Oh, no I don't, I
don't drink on the job.

- Do not insult the dead.

- Be discrete.

You have a tendency to
be very not discrete.

- Don't worry about me.

I can be a devil when
the fat's in the fire.

- To the dead, to
welcome them here.

- Farewell.

To the dead.

- The spirits are ready,

but they won't wait
around all night.

Now,

hold hands.

- Do we really need to hold--

- Hold hands.

- Violets and lilies
of every sort.

Wildflowers!

- Flowers.

- Ah, an American.

Is it wallflowers
you're looking for, sir?

- Just give me the
damn flowers, woman.

- In there.

- Did you tell Maud about the
thing about the wallflowers.

- I couldn't remember
what flowers you told me.

Does it matter?

The dead are here.

- No, no.

Not really, I suppose.

- They were quick, weren't they?

Were you followed?

- There is-- there is--

- I don't know.

It's one of those
days where it seems

like everybody's watching you.

A Jocelyn is speaking to me.

Where's the album?

- What do you mean
where's the album?

You have the album.

- Oh, goddammit.

- That is my wife.

My late wife.

Well, somebody stole
it at Cannon's house.

- She is speaking
to me of a fall.

What about your
uncle, your sister?

- What would they want with it?

- Yes, she died in a fall.

- Those things are like
Caravaggios of photography.

- She says she was
pushed down the stairs...

Very lucrative.

in this house.

All you had to do is behave,

and no, you're a
god damn amateur.

- No, it was an accident.

- Obviously, yes.

But this got very serious
all of a sudden, Whacker.

I was in a different
county at the time.

- Could have made a
fortune if you fuckers

hadn't ruined me.

- We'll need evidence,
I'm afraid, Jocelyn.

- You shouldn't have
bloody brought us, then.

Hard evidence.

- Goddamn right
about hard evidence.

- Well I don't know my way

I don't give a shit about
Cannon's murdered wife,

around rural fucking
Wicklow, do I?

'less I can see her.

- She wasn't murdered,
at least not by me.

- Violets!

- Jocelyn, I hear your cries.

- I'm finding that album.

Show yourself to us.

- Have you gone
absolutely mad, man?

Leave well enough alone!

What the hell?

- I hear another voice.

- Violets, I said!

- I'm getting the hell out
of this godforsaken country.

There's someone who
wants to talk to you.

Violets!

- We have to let them
know we don't have it!

- Who wants to talk to me?

- Someone you loved and lost.

- Violets and roses!

- It must be Grandmother.

How are you, Maud?

- Love, that's pretty strange.

- Oh, Harry.

My old segocia.

What can I do for you?

- Suppose you didn't
see an American

around these parts, did you?

- Oh yeah?

Older fellow?

Looked official?

I might have.

- Hello.

It's me.

About gone a minute now, Harry.

I'm still here.

Shouldn't be too hard to spot.

- Who?

- Your assistant.

- Yes, but, my assistant
and then, what else?

- The voice is fading.

No.

No.

Your assistant--

- Is he-- is he really dead?

- Um, I'm right here, sir.

- No, someone wants to talk
to your assistant over there.

- Conall.

I can talk to you again.

Whoa, stand, stand.

Whoa, stand.

I can sing to you
like I used to.

- Sir, do you want
me to check inside?

- No Molloy, you go home.

Carruthers and I
will deal with this.

- What do you want
me to do, sir?

- Right, you come with me

and bring that
stick you're fond of

* She is far from the night

and whistle if you see anything.

* Where her young hero sleeps

* And lovers around
her are sighing *

Nancy?

Nancy!

* Oh, coldly she turns
from their gaze and weeps *

Carruthers, what's wrong?

- Nothing.

- Well why did you whistle?

* For her heart, in
his grave is lying *

- Because there's nothing wrong.

- I told you to whistle
if something was wrong.

- Oh.

Sorry.

Jesus.

- Bloody man.

- Keep it together, man.

- Yeah, sorry.

- I was pushed, by
some ghostly force.

It's workin'.

- Right, be quiet,
I want to see.

- I didn't come here for
shitty old Irish songs.

- Uncle?

I wanna see something real.

How was your trip?

- Oh, well enough.

- Give her a chance,
lads, give her a chance!

- Stop talking, everyone!

- Your negative energy
has attracted bad spirits,

come to torment you.

- Nancy, I-- I'm not
feeling too good.

I think we should leave.

- There is a bat, a
giant bat, on the wall!

Does anyone else see the bat?

- Nancy, we shouldn't
have taken this job.

Molloy shouldn't
have taken this job.

- God, you look demented.

Are you okay?

Wait!

I think I see the bat!

- Why is everybody seeing bats?

- Who knows what forms
our own demons take?

- Well, maybe everyone
should just calm down

until this thing passes,
whatever this silliness is.

.

Anyone else see 'im?

He's standing in the corner.

I shot that bastard
dead over a card game,

Charleston back in '70.

You don't look
too happy with me.

- Nancy!

This is your grandmother.

You are free to do
what you want to do.

- That doesn't sound
like Grandmother.

- No, Grandmother can't be here.

I sang at her funeral.

Oh no, wait, Grandmother's
ghost is here.

Oh, yes.

This is awful different
all the same, isn't it?

- We have connected with
the spiritual world.

Embrace it!

- Lilly!

- Good Lord!

Ma!

There's more of 'em.

The men I killed, come to
take their vengeance on me

Lilly!

Oh Jesus.

Oh thank Christ.

while I'm in a wild
and unfamiliar land.

Where's Ma?

- She's staying with Billy.

- Was someone in here?

- Yeah.

- Does that dog live here?

He's gone now.

- Just stay calm!

You're taking
fucking photographs.

- Alvin!

I only put you in the ground
on account of you cheated me!

How dangerous can it be?

- Get your things.

Had it come it, you
shit-sucking rider!

Get back!

Make this stop, you witch!

How's Henry?

Henry's
in rough shape.

- Oh, he's got a gun!

- How rough?

- The same amount of
drinking as usual,

I told you, check them all out!

- I didn't put my hand
down his trousers, did I?

it's just sad drinking.

- A bleedin' camera?

- They dropped their ammo!

Ah Lilly.

You little dote.

- Well how are you, Violet?

- I don't think our
home's very safe.

Is it fine if we
stay here tonight?

- You can have my room.

- Nancy.

- I'll sleep down here.

- We'll both share
the same room, like.

- Yeah, tops and tails.

It'll be grand.

Where's the kitchen?

- Downstairs at the back.

- They're frauds, Molloy!

Help yourself.

- I will, thanks.

Look!

- Home for waifs
and strays, I see.

- That was the
third photographer

that tried to catch
us out this year.

- This photo album.

- It's the worst
bleedin' invention goin'.

- That was a strong dose, Aline.

- You know about it?

- Well, they can't say they
didn't get their money's worth.

- Who told you?

- Henry.

He told me all about
it, and its owner.

An organization, he said.

A very ambitious one.

- Look, whoever
commissioned this album

- You!

are very sick, dangerous people.

You!

- Or very rich
and very powerful,

which tends to be the case
with secret societies.

Nancy, I saw--

I saw him!

- Henry took it, but they
thought Chorney had it.

- Saw who?

- Vaudry! I saw him.

Then they thought Cannon had it.

He's not dead.
- Go, before we're shot!

- Aren't you delighted we came?

Who do they think has it now?

- Not really, no.

- We must go, we
must go, we must go!

I fear Bushrod's going to
shoot every last buck of us.

- I never got a
photograph of the spirit!

- Well, you're not bloody
going to get it now, are you?

One of you has it?

Took it at the seance.

- Who's shootin' up
the bleedin' place?

- Carruthers!

- Christ, look.

Bring us home, right away!

I stole it.

I accidentally stole it.

But it's destroyed, weren't it?

- It's true, we did.

It should put an end to
this unfortunate business.

- Where's my goddamn album?

Where's my album?

Come back, you thieves!

- Away with the fairies.

Thieves, you say?

- Properly poisoned.

- Off our chops.

- Lambert sisters.

One of you took their album.

Shifty whores.

You wouldn't be the first
person to go wilding

that maggot juice.

- I didn't.

- Oh, I can only imagine.

Who did?

- So, you were
all hallucinating,

all hell breaks loose,

- It's you, isn't it?

and then this Whacker
fellow pulls out a gun?

- It is.

- Yeah, I had to tackle
him to the ground.

- Well, can I just say,
sir, that I love your work?

- Then we pack up our equipment.

- And left immediately.

- You said you saw someone
as we were leaving?

- Oh, that was just Carruthers.

I was merely plagued
with visions.

- You all were.

That's why it's so hard to get

a clear picture
of what happened.

- I have an idea, detective.

- You do?

- Oh, hello.

- It's a theory.

You, uh, you saw the...

These tots still
aren't quite right

from last night's shenanigans.

We should let them sleep.

Yes.

Then you and I can
talk privately.

- I'd be very grateful.

So strange.

- Are you going to
your study, uncle?

All the things you can see
in front of your eyes, eh?

- No, we'll go somewhere
more appropriate, Nancy.

As I discovered,

my nephew has a little
photography ring,

got in a little too deep
with this Whacker fellow,

so some sort of manner of
quarrel broke out between them.

So shenanigans really over a
few distasteful photographs.

- Two members of
this photography ring

are now dead due to
these shenanigans.

- Push over there, you.

.

- Give over, will you?

- Oh.

Suicides, I thought?

- I can see so many different
colors in front of my face.

- No, not following
that path anymore.

Can you see that?

- Oh.

- No, like I can
see-- I can see two--

Oh, I see.

I can see two-- everyone's
got two or three faces.

Well, your theories

- I can't stand listen to this.

When do we get to
your house, Uncle?

on the market for this sort
of depraved photography

- Oh, no, no, no, Henry.

You're not coming to
stay at my house, no.

seem to be true.

- That photograph I poached,

the subject had a black
rose pinned on him.

- He was there, he, he seen me.

- Black rose is very common
in memorial photography.

- Yes, very good,
sir, very good, yeah.

Is it?

Now, that's enough
excitement for one night.

- Yes, a symbol of death.

A good, sweet cup o' tea
now and you'll be grand.

- Or lost love.

- Tea, tea!

- Yes.

Yes.

I'd love some tea,
thank you Carruthers.

- Then go make it yourself.

Will be back tomorrow
to check on youse.

- Take a photograph for
a reason, don't you?

See if you're all still alive.

- Bye-bye, Carruthers.

To commemorate something.

Thanks for getting
us home safely.

- Jesus, give me patience.

- Well, studying the
likeness of death

- He's such a good
man, d'you know that?

gives us comfort, I suppose.

- I need-- I need
to get to my study.

We can see what awaits us.

Take me to my study!

- Do you feel that
you capture the soul,

Mr. Blennerhasset?

- Yes I do, in a way.

Yes, I preserve the essence
of my subjects forever.

- That killer.

- I saw him, Nancy.

He might have the same idea.

I saw him.

Who?

- Vaudry, Vaudry was there.

- He might very well, you know.

is Vaudry?

The American, Mr. Whacker,
took a great interest

- He's my, my old...

in photographing the dead.

my old assistant.

In some of my work,
he said, two tintypes.

- And he's dead.

How'd he get them?

You've seen a dead person.

- That's what I found troubling.

He said he had ways.

Have we been scared witless?

Is that what's going on here?

Then he became all incensed

and started waving a gun around.

- Ah, that's how she does
it, the crafty bitch.

I think he's a man who's
not really in control

of his emotions.

She's poisoned us
with some manner

of mind-altering concoction.

- Ears are starting to
listen to me down the yard,

but I'm not sure
I trust the ears.

That's what I said.

I win the bet.

I think Chorney's death
was just too convenient.

- You're not dead, Vaudry.

You're not dead.

- Is that what you
are, detective?

Suspicious of your colleagues?

- I just feel someone's
trying to cover something up.

- Poor Uncle.

I hope he had a good night.

Just glad it's not you.

- Why would it be me?

Because, I tell you this:

- Just got the sense that you

I had a bloody great time.

weren't being too cooperative.

- That's it.

I'm gonna die walkin' home.

- Oh, no.

I'm gonna go wanderin'
for miles and miles

Merely had nothing to offer you.

and end up face
down in the Dodder,

And now I see things
as you see them,

seein' moving statues and
all kinds of weird shite.

I'm happy to be of assistance.

- No, no, stay here, Molloy.

- If it is this Whacker fellow,

You're in no fit state
to be out in the street,

murdering all these
people and covering it up,

you poor boy.

why would you want
to commemorate that?

- I can't, me mother and me
sister would be worried, and...

- Detective, I think
you sorely underestimate

the appeal of entertainment.

That feels good, doesn't it.

- You're a very pleasant man.

Do you know that?

- Is he gone?

- Yes, and quite
happily I might add

- But you've got a
fella, don't you?

which makes a nice change

Did you
tell him everything?

That Percy chap, he's, he
seems very dodgy, but...

- Yes, I did.

I told him of Henry's friends

and the little photography ring.

Alright.

I told him.

- And the photo album, did
you tell him about that?

- A mildly diverting
distraction.

- I told him everything.

- I hope so, uncle.

And you?

Because it's not a buzzing bee

you're trying to evade.

People are dying.

Why must you always
be so nervous?

There'd be great public
interest if this gets out,

that's for certain.

- I think you may have caught
my heart off guard, Nancy.

- Regan will deal
with this, as always.

I would just prefer
to take photographs.

- Did all right for
yourselves, didn't you?

- What?

Can you see those faces?

- Yeah.

Henry.

They want it back.

- I sold it to Whacker, I swear.

Where is he?

- I don't know.

If Whacker
doesn't have it.

- Her employer
sent you this, sir.

I'm not too happy that
we haven't found it yet.

- Now you leave Nancy
and uncle alone.

They have nothing
to do with this.

We will.

Liars, all of you.

- We weren't as
discreet this evening

as we previously have been.

What I'm saying, sir, is
we need to be careful.

Get out.

- No, no!

I don't want
Nancy to see this.

- Just don't worry.

I don't want anyone
to know I've got it.

- Just make sure it disappears.

And hopefully the rest of
this will all disappear, too.

- Yeah.

Hope so soon.

- Thank you, Molloy.

- Our employers, sir.

Want us to stop looking.

It's getting too messy.

Said they'll take care
of it themselves, now.

They said they
won't be paying us.

It was them
who lost the album.

- I know, but I would hope sir

that this will be
an end to it, now.

Not for me.

- Good morning, Nancy.

- Good morning, uncle.

Molloy.

- Morning, Nancy.

- So today's appointment,
it's a young child,

little Grace McCalister.

Died of virulent diptheria.

- Jeez, the poor little thing.

- Yes.

Her parents never had a
chance to have her photograph

taken while she was alive.

So Mr. and Mrs. McCalister
are expecting us at nine.

Molloy, when you were outside
did you see Carruthers?

Yes,
just on the buggy.