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The Inspector Pitt Mysteries

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Wait here!

Inspector Pitt, Sir.

Webster, Yes, Sir.

What is it? It's been another Sir.

They just found her.

The same, Sir.

Yes!

What you make of that?

I don't know.

Cloves?

Cloves!

The break looks new.

Charlotte!

Yes Mama.

You know what your father says about that.

It's been another murder, mama.

It's Chloe Abernathy.

We knew her for goodness sake.

Just like the poor servant girl a week ago.

She was strangled. And close home.

Stop it!

I will not have it!

I will not.

Find me Pitt!

There'll be lot more fuss bout this one.

See the decollete of those clothes?

They stole it for bag, sex never found, reported it.

Super, complements Mr. Pitt, Sir.

They calling Chloe Abernathy's killer. The Hangman.

I suppose they know it's strangulation.

I'm right presumably thinking is the same killer.

It's the same man.

Yes!

And I would be multiple abide Pitt.

If you would find this feller and stop him.

I want you to drop everything else.

Scour London.

With the men I have I can scour couple of street Sir.

If I have more men.

Out of the question.

Now look.

Mrs. Abernathy is one of the haut monde such as in a bread.

She is the cousin by marriage of the Bishop of Lincoln.

So.

In another words this is not the isolated

murder of a servant girl, we are dealing with!

It never was, Sir.

It was the murder of Mary Lister daughter

of Fred and Angelica Lister of Step-wood.

Dam it!

It could be matter to a convent the mother of god Pitt.

But is still a servant girl.

This girl's family is a top floor.

Don't be obtuse.

It's a difference.

Not to me it doesn't. I will clear it either.

Don't be a pietist.

If you wanted to preach you should've join the church.

It makes a difference.

You would be dealing with different class.

Understood?

Yes, Sir.

The early experience has thought me

that it is impossible to understand...

God! you smarten your appearance.

Anyway this hangman business Pitt.

Find him!

I just scour my couple of streets tonight Sir.

Said, she was found in the church yard

lay down in the blocks tomb like a sacrifice.

Chloe Abernathy. You have read the newspaper.

Yes Sarah, I have.

Chloe was...

When the Helton's maid was killed.

I didn't feel much, you know.

I thought the poor girl must done something foolish... but Chloe?

Chloe's only vice was to giggle too much.

Not the only vice of her heard of.

What?

What does that mean?

Chloe was paying a charitable visit

to slumber in Kensington Lane.

She helps that charming Vicky you so like.

And so did Mary Lister, so what do you mean?

I admire the Vicar. It's his wife I like.

Well, I can't say I like Martha Prebble.

Do feel sorry for her. The Vicar I admire.

I never express my liking for him.

Although I do not dislike him.

I didn't living with the man.

Imagine wifee duties... Ougg... hahaha

Emily!

That will be all Lily.

Oh, yes mam.

You must not talk in front of the servants like that.

Nor will I have Martha Prebble talk about

at a dispraising manner.

She is a brave kind woman.

Brave? How?

She lost her only child and afterward nearly die of fever.

Well, I sorry for it but it doesn’t make her brave.

She has been an invalid ever since.

Yet she devotes her life to the good of other people.

For the good of her dreary soul.

Ah! There is Dominic.

Home for lunchun.

Ah!!

The devoted wife.

Are you going too?

Why should I?

You adore Dominic.

Oh, for goodness sake, Emily!

That was years ago.

Nobody knew how I felt.

I'm sorry I told you.

Absolutely frustration Dr. Hope.

A fearful headache and she can't look at the light.

Heme-cranial, perhaps...

Migraine.

Can it be brought on by, strong emotion?

I suppose so but...

Chloe Abernathy was one of our must conscientious helpers.

Her death has had a terrible effect on us all.

Martha my deer, is the doctor.

Here you serving me Andrew.

You're to good to me.

I don't deserve it.

You didn't see the carriage.

We saw the Lass come by. The one what was killed.

Puff! she had some clothes on'er. I can tell ya'.

Well I was going to say something to her but

Jenny made me button me up cus the Lass look so innocent.

Great soft heat a'lump big Jen.

The carriage.

Well, little miss innocent disappears into the fog.

And half a minute latter the carriage comes by this black guillotines.

Proper job... You sure they were guillotines.

Your asking for professional opinion?

That's my professional opinion.

And She'll known, ha.

Ha ha ha ha ha...

You hear it stop?

Mig't stopped. I don't know.

Do you know who he was? - No.

But we seen him before you know.

Foreman may be local.

Lily!

I'll see you later.

Sir. I'll see you... Later.

Dominic.

Dominic...

For this our daily bread we thank you Lord.

May we enjoy it in gratitude by bounty

and in confidence that it will sustained us to do thy work.

By Cristum dominum nostrum.

Amen.

Amen.

Ahemm.

Maddock.

I have maid been aware

that certain members of the family.

Had been discussing,

the tragic death of Miss Abernathy.

I would have thought, the death of our prime minister

was enough to occupy once attention.

How or why.

This unfortunate woman placed herself in

circumstances where such a thing could happen.

Is something I will not have discussed under my roof!

At best it will lead to idle gossip.

At worst to morbidity of spirit.

I will not have it!

Presumably we may discuss the Deckers Ball?

Charlotte!

I'm sure your father will raise not objection to that.

Poor Mrs. Decker.

The mourning from Mr. Drilley will shoot holes in her guest list.

Charlotte!

Is that a very elegant expression my dear?

That and Murder... What?

I'm merely commenting on the fact that

Chloe Abernathy was to been in the Decker's Ball.

Unfortunately she foolishly placed herself in circumstances where...

In such short notice.

It was hardly polite.

Are you defying me Charlotte?

Surely it was hardly Chloe's fault she was killed.

You are defying me!

I do not are to expect to see you at this ball Charlotte.

Perhaps. I do not expect to see you there!

You may now go to your room.

I remember Balls where there were

forty carriages waiting outside.

Forty!

They thought the French had invaded.

All right.

Cheer up.

Tidy up won't you?

Our community has now been twice...

visited by the angel of Death.

How we might ask in this happen?

How can God have visited us?

With this instrument of terrible punishment?

How can God deal with us in this way?

Well I say to you.

But God's laws and not the laws of man.

In the courts of heaven other laws prevail.

Look into your hearts

with a searching torch of judgment.

What do you see?

You, and you.

What do you see there scatting from the light?

Sin.

We carry the original Sin of Adam with us into this world.

We've earned ourselves with our own wretched sins.

During our brief and unworthy lives.

Without the cleansing redemption of Christ blood.

We carry this thrashing weight for all eternity.

So when we ask. How can this have happened?

I say we should have asked.

How can this NOT had happen?

From thee...

From thee,

polluted heart.

We should cry out.

Lord! We thank thee for thy mercy.

Charlotte my dear. Are you unwell?

I'm sick. I'm sorry.

I'm sick with disgust.

Did you hear what that man was saying?

That we should be glad

for the death of these poor women.

I dare say he exaggerates little.

No Mama. Is much more that that.

Don't you see? How pernicious it is?

Pull!

Pull Lily, pull!

You don't need it miss. You have a lovely shape.

Put your back into it man.

Poor Lily, you exhausted her...

...and she is quite right.

You don't need the thing. Can you breath?

Just. You'll pass out after the first walts.

Perhaps it wont matter.

Wouldn’t thought you style though, one in a week.

Oh, loosen the wretched thing Lily.

My apologies to you dear.

You're right.

I'm in a lovely shape.

I wish you were coming.

Don't mind. Really I don't.

Charlotte my dear, good news.

I have persuaded your father.

That I may come with you after all. Of course what else?

Be quick and dress. No!

Mama, I will not.

I'm sorry you wasted your time, but.

I would rather grow old alone and increasingly eccentric

as my father puts it.

Charlotte he doesn't mean it.

Yes he does.

Anyway I will not be lined up in a ballroom,

and judge like a live stock by oafish young men.

Weather in possession of good fortunes or not. Charlotte!

Oh, she is a caution. Don't be vulgar.

What do you make of the Reverend Prebble on Sunday Sir.

Well I'll tell you something.

If that's his view of respectable humanity.

I wouldn't care to be present

when he starts to sound off about the,

more questionable members of our society.

My clear you look dazzling.

Quite dazzling. Thank you my dear.

Did you not tell Charlotte.

That I gave permission for her to join us after all.

Charlotte is unwell.

She sends her thanks and apologies.

Thank you Maddock.

Dora is late.

I told her not to walk alone by herself.

She is with her father.

He is not a fool.

After a few pounds he wouldn't need to be, would he?

What good do you think money would do?

I beg your pardon?

Inspector Pitt Miss Ellison.

You may remember me from church last Sunday?

I certainly do NOT. Why I should remember you?

May I ask if you've come out unaccompanied?

I don't see is any business of yours.

But it is my business.

I'm investigating double murder.

Of women who were out in Cater Street alone at night.

I'll be glad of not turning into a triple murder.

I'm busy enough as it is.

So it ts you who are in charge of inquiries.

Surely you don't expect to find your murderer here.

Why not.

Because he's obviously from the underworld.

Really.

And where do you imagine the underworld is, Miss Ellison?

Down here, perhaps in the sewer?

Please don't take me for a fool, Inspector.

It may interest you to know.

I'm widely read in the miseries of those less fortunate than myself.

Are you? Widely read really?

And what have you read about Miss Ellison?

Believe me, you wouldn't have read much.

Because society deems the conditions of most of poor and petty.

Have you ever seen children abandoned

bout six or seven years old?

Having to beg or steal to keep alive.

Sleeping in gutters and door ways.

Soaked to the skin by rain.

Owning nothing but the rags they stand in.

What you think happens to them?

How long do you think it takes

for London Irish six year old,

alone in the streets. To die of cold or starvation?

When is been taught nothing but to survived.

When he can not read or write.

One person to live but nobody wants you.

What do you think happens to her?

Isn't about time you went home Miss Ellison?

Allow me to accompany you.

I'm perfectly alright, thank you.

Now please go away and leave me alone.

Very well.

You want to tell us anything girl?

Nothing, Mr.Maddock.

You got a face of low lot child. What is it?.

I'm alright Mr. Maddock. We all have had troubles.

If she has troubles, she should tell us.

You should tell us. See how we can help.

Oh sorry to be late It was me Dad

he wouldn’t let me come on me own.

I hope not. I shouldn’t care neither.

So where are we.

Well Sir, we have no witnesses

and this is our only clue a chip of glass.

It was found at the scene of crime, possibly as result of struggle.

Where did it come from?.

General opinion in the traders from a cheap pair of spectacles

Of the Smartest Lens Land.

Is that all?

It's not much I agree.

Except we have the connection between the two murders.

The geography Cater Street.

And the murder itself.

And judging by the wounds of both victims.

The garrote must be wire. Is evidently the same man.

Anything else?

Well, socially the victims were very different.

But they were both respectful.

If anything, the servant morn the ash.

They were both conscientious church goers.

Well take a look at the pictures Sir.

Well.

I think they simply invent them. They over time.

I suppose so.

Which try to murder each on each others clothing

Yes I get your point.

Well either that's a coincidence which I don't believe.

Or they were somehow selected.

If they were selected.

Wasn't on the night they were murdered.

In both cases there was a thick fog and it was dark.

You see what I'm driving at?

No, I'm afraid I don't.

Well they were selected before hand.

The murderer knew them. He had them mark down.

He knew they what he want it.

Is too provoking, Emily. Who is he?

He is a Lord.

He has a town house. He has an station Barthshaw.

He's a member of wants.

He has the wickedest mouth imaginable.

We should hide it from public view.

But what's his name.

George Amery.

Lord Ashworth.

And he doesn't even trend in your toes when dancing?

No he didn't.

I wish you been there.

How've you been? Was it very dull alone?

You know me.

You are Master Renshaw? Yes gentleman.

Police Inspector to death division. Constable Webster.

What do you want?

We are looking for a pair of Match colt black guilt.

No pure blacks here

Can't help yo.

Throttle up.

Good day. Mr. Renshaw.

Got your answer, clear off.

I'm not satisfied with it.

I'm investigating murder. You're trespassing.

I need to know.

I intend to know. You got no warrant.

Clear off. If I do clear off Mr. Renshaw.

I should be the back with two companies of arm men to search.

By the time they finish with your little kingdom.

You which it had been stampeding buffaloes.

You'll be ask, why you gave me the excuse.

Dr. William Hope's.

His groom.

Where is his carriage?

Look at this.

The glass is new. It's been replaced.

Yes!

Yes, I was out and about.

Behaving as you so eloquently put it.

Normally I wouldn't remember but that was the night

the poor Abernathy girl was done to death.

So naturally I don't forget it.

What were you doing, Sir?

I was visiting. A patient?

I assured confidential.

Do you have a large practice, Sir?

I have a few private clients. Clients? Dr. Hope.

I call them that because they are anything but patient.

Very impatient.

I charge them so much money that they have every right to be.

So on that evening you arrived home in your carriage after dark.

Presumably you have witnesses to that effect.

Did you stop on the way?

Not deliberately there was congestion of traffic in...

Great Russell Street

but Cater Street was clear.

And how well you know Mrs. Abernathy?

Have you been spying on me, inspector?

No doctor, we've been keeping a discreet eye of Mrs. Abernathy.

Whoever murdered her daughter may wish to harm her too.

Is the spice on the cooking smell? No idea Sir.

I think is was cloves.

Wipe your arms. What is it?

Dora had a fright.

Her friend Violet was attacked and Dora witness it.

Attacked in day light?

Yes she is alright she fought him off. Didn't go in the end.

Sorry Miss.

Black hairy and a wild it was,

and starring eyes that freeze your soul.

I never goinn'a open my window for fresh air again I tell ya'.

We can all be murder.

Oh, stop it Dora. Don't be silly.

Did his breath smell too Dora?

Oh it did, Miss It did. Something vile, satanic.

And his eyes.

Were they wild and blood shot?

I say, Miss.

They had, they were.

The drink I suspect.

I'm sorry you've been frightened Dora and it can't be pleasant

but I do however think it was an encounter

with a drunken not the hangman. Charlotte.

Surely you can just tell him.

No! Mr. Pitt will want to speak to you.

But I don't want to speak to him.

I just brought Dora and her friend.

Miss Ellison this is an unexpected pleasure. How may I help?

A Pickle Jar.

Yes violent hitting with a pickle jar.

Good for her.

Dora I suspect would have scream indubitably.

And then he ran off. Yes.

Well thank you Miss Ellison for your account.

Is a welcome change to

come across to such a clear headed woman.

Woman who thinks. Quite number of us do, you know.

Well perhaps I better speak to Miss Violet Williams.

If you think is necessary I have already told you.

Of course I must. An offense is being committed against her.

Well I'm sure Violet will give you a sensible enough account of it.

Sensible enough for a servant you mean.

Quite a number of us are sensible, you know.

You a servant, you are an Inspector of the Police.

Inspector of Police is a public servant.

Oh, very neat.

So is a member of parliament however.

And your voice is not exactly that of a servant.

I was brought up.

Yes? How you were brought up?

My parents were in service.

My mother a cook my father a gamekeeper.

Their employer was a man of considerable means.

He had a son about my age.

We played together.

I was allowed to sit on the school room until...

Until.

Until my father was accused of something he did not do.

We were thrown out.

He was sent to Australia for ten years.

I was convinced he was innocent.

I spent a long time trying to prove it.

And I succeed it.

Now I think I'll speak with Miss Williams.

Thank you Miss Ellison.

Now starting Quickly's wife. Think so? She's got the job.

What Job? Maid.

At the Abernathy woman the victims mother.

That last maid left in protest.

Protest over what? What she called "carrieings on".

And no maids can afford to have some morals.

Carrieings over whom? A Lord... George Amery

Lord Ashworth.

Please Mrs. Dunphy one of your dondeen cakes, please.

Please. Well I don't know.

Perhaps I can.

What's this? Good day Miss Ellison.

Miss Emily has persuaded me to make a cake.

Lord Ashworth is coming to tea. You see.

Ah then I better save you the best silver.

Thank you Maddock.

Thank you Mrs. Dunphy.

Maddock.

Not all the best silver.

Nothing we have could possibly impress him

and I would not wish to be seen to be trying to hard.

Just the George II milk jar for the silver I think.

All the rest China.

The rocking in service would be best.

My word!

If I didn't known the reputation worse than dirt.

I'll feel sorry for George Lord Ashworth.

Hmmm.

Feels like thunder.

The method of the killings.

I think there's something about them.

They seem to be some sort of, RITUAL. Yes sir.

Why you and I can say is detach work.

No idea.

Is not Miss Ellison? Regards, must have a word.

Well it's a choice, isn't?

Between her been garroted.

And you have your head biting off.

Hey, Jack. How are you?

What you're done to the weather?

Is 6 o'clock yet?

I'm busy now.

She back? No.

Definitely she... Is only a bit after nine.

She'll be back with Jack Brody.

I don't like it. What you got against the boy?

He is a bad lot.

Won't do any harm. And what do you know?

I'm going to look for her.

Please Lord, please.

Grace.

Grant grace.

Take this god fooling.

Please... Please...

Please.

Cut wait. Ready? Certain.

Good evening Mr. Ellison.

Maddock.

Is anything wrong?

What on earth are you doing?

I... I... I...

It's Lily, Miss Ellison.

I, I...

Maddock!

Maddock!

What are you doing?

Where are you going? To fetch the police Miss.

What? Is Lilly Miss She hasn't come in.

She should get back at 9 and is half pass 10.

With your permission I would like to inform the police.

For goodness sake Maddock.

We don't fetch about the street if she is with one of her fellows.

Lilly is a good girl Miss Ellison.

I wasn't suggesting otherwise.

But really Maddock my mother would be mortified.

I think there is something wrong.

I do. I think I should go.

Very well.

I think you should go too. Very well.

Auhh!

Are you alright? It's me.

Come on, get up, get up.

Did I hurt you?

No, I don't know. I don't think so.

Hadn't you hear the horses? No, hadn't.

I suppose I should be grateful.

Gratitude is not require believe me.

Who is the man just left.

Our butler, he is going to your police station.

Another one of your maids tangle with a drunk?

How many maids do you think we have?

I'll be obliged if you take me seriously.

Maddock clearly does it enough for me.

The spirit of democracy isn't dead.

In Cater Street.

The Lady listen to her butler.

I don't care how rude you are to me you stupid man.

As long as you send one wretched subordinates to look

for Lily whom might not only listen to but also care about.

And should been home an hour ago or more.

Lily Si one of your maids? Yes!

What was she doing out Miss Ellison?

She was taken out by her young man.

He is the boots of the guesthouse next to the vicarage.

He should've brought her home over an hour ago.

His name? Jack Brody.

Guesthouse. Sir.

Are you alright? Yes of course I'm alright.

What sort of a lass is she, this Lily?

Unfortunately she... She is easyly let stray?

I was going to say unfortunately she isn't.

She is a good girl as Maddock would say.

I'll be very believe to think that she was misbehaving

somewhere with her young man, unfortunately. I see

No, I'm alright really I am.

Well.

Thank you.

For what?

Well you may have save my life.

That was totally unnecessary.

Charlotte, What is it? You are soaked child.

Is Lily she hasn't come back.

Maddock is out searching for her.

He's going to tell the police.

I already spoken to them. The police?

Can't call the Police Charlotte! This is not a thing one does.

Dominic will deal with it. Where is he?

Charlotte what is going on?

Who is that I saw you speaking with?

Inspector Pitt.

Papa, Charlotte has called the police in.

Just because Lilly has gone off with some unsuitable young man.

Is this true?

There will be the talk of the street tomorrow.

Well?

She was afraid Lily may've been attacked.

Let her speak for herself!

I want an explanation.

If all the Street is going to talk about this.

I would prefer to be because

we were worried unnecessary over Lily.

That because we didn't care enough to she that was alright.

Go to your room! Gladly!

So that's what Brody says.

What do you think? I think the Lass is telling the truth.

They confirmed the time he's back at the guesthouse.

Doesn't make sense I know.

Suppose she was mad keen at the boy.

She standed at the doorway waiving.

She is safe, she's at home.

He disappears.

She sees someone else, someone she knows well.

Maybe a member of the household.

She's not frightened.

We may still find he, Sir.

Maybe she's no better than she should be.

Let's hope hey.

That's what Miss Ellison said.

Only a sensible thing I her of her.

Anything?

No news yet .

Charlotte.

Whatever you are here for inspector

I would not have chattering on my doorstep. Go inside!

Your maid Lily Mitchell is missing.

And what is that to do with us? I'm concerned for her.

And I need to know as much as possible about her movements.

So we can direct our search.

Yes, yes I do understand you are a detective.

There is a tradesman entrance.

Well?

It would be helpful to talk to your family.

Don't be absurd.

I hope nothing has happen to the girl naturally.

But this is NO concern of ours. Pa

Be quiet.

You ablate me inspector by carrying out

your investigation in the relevant place.

Where did you get to? Sir.

I looked everywhere.

Search the club high and low.

Where on earth did you go?

Well Charlotte. Where do you go to, Sir?

Mind your own business.

Mr. Pitt.

Sir, you need it straight away.

What the devil is he here?

This is an intolerable invasion of privacy.

I'm trying to discover Lily Mitchell's movements

just before she was murdered.

And I need to know where people were.

We have already told you.

I was at my club as was my son in law.

My wife and daughters were organizing a charity bazaar.

We have nothing else to tell you!

I am of course very sorry about the girl Mitchell.

We all are.

But in the end this has nothing to do with us.

I sure of course be writing to the girl's family.

Of course.

Nevertheless I need to know precisely, where people were.

You would oblige me by leaving now.

After you left your club, Sir.

Get out!

I believe you left your club at nine.

Then, where did you go?

I went to visit a personal acquaintance on private business.

Now will you go?

Would you rather discuss this somewhere else?

Are you suggesting

I have something to hide from my family?

Of course not Sir.

Then if you would oblige me

with your acquaintance's name and address.

Young Man!

Do you know to whom are you speaking?

Mr. Ellison has told he was visiting a friend and that is surely enough.

The address, Sir.

How dare you!

Do not presume upon our tolerance Mr. Pitt.

Thank you my dear.

I will not give you the address Mr. Pitt.

You cannot require further information.

You don't realise how serious this is.

I cannot exclude you from our inquiry until I am certain that...

How dare you!

Are you suggesting that you have the affrontedly

to include me amongst your list of suspects.

Until I know more. Yes, I have the affrontedly.

Get out!

Papa.

Why will you not tell him?

If the business was private we can leave.

Mrs. Barker is the widow of Captain Barker.

Who thought me at Harrow.

She's extremely unwell.

She lives with a companion at the near end of Oxford Street.

That is where I was.

I insist you would not impose yourself up on her.

As for you Mr. Pitt. I have had quite enough.

Your superior Superintendent Drum is a friend of mine.

And he will hear of your behaviour towards me.

Your impertinence, your bullying tactics.

Your extraordinary arrogance.

Good day Ladies.

I had a word with Renshaw this morning.

Hope's carriage left the musette at nine and returned at midnight.

And that tip bit cost me a ton by the way.

All right, what about the driver?

Renshaw reckons we won't have nothing at him. Sir.

Reckons out something about the other servants.

There were Indian.

And what do you have to say for yourself then.

I didn't know what you are talking about?

Of course you do. Oh, do I? Of course.

And it is your conscience, that disturbs you now.

And were you so nervous in front of that policemen.

You obviously think that my son.

Would follow his maid servant on to the fog and strangled her?

Does Edward know you credit him with this?

NO!

And nor you will tell him!

Archie!

Archie!

Yes of course so. Yes, bring him up now!

Immediately.

Bring him up.

... I will show you.

Dam it!

Yes! Bring him up, now.

Now, I want it now.

Inspector I will have you arrested for trespassing.

Yes.

I dear say you could.

How may I help you? This time.

I understand your ocasionally attended Mrs. Prebble.

I do, I was there yesterday. What of it?

Did you see Lily Mitchell there?

She was leaving as I was arriving.

She was upset. Do you know why?

Prebble told me it was something to do

with her circumstances at the Ellison’s.

She would not tell him what.

You know she's dead.

All London knows it.

I'm surprised the Prebbles could afford you.

Hum! They couldn't possibly.

I am not a Christian.

And this is my way of reconciling myself

with the local established church.

If I'm charitable my,

Atheist wound will only be whispered about

and not used as stick to beat me with.

What's the statue?

Ah!

Kali, Goddess of Destruction.

I must say if I'm incline to any religion.

Hinduism offers most realistic vision of the world.

And of human behaviour.

You know of course.

That Kali was worshipped by this thugs.

They were rituals stranglers.

Specialty was garotte.

Mama?

Don't worry about Grandmamma.

If she says anything to papa he'll be very angry with her,

and she become the worse for it.

Why?

Because I think papa's invalid was

somewhere where he may be drunk or...

gambling.

Associating with people that we wouldn’t like.

He'll be very angry with anyone who mentions it again.

And well, Grandmama wouldn’t risk that. Hmm.

Do you think that what it was?

I'm afraid Mr. Pitt will find out what ever it was.

Good night, my dear.

Another patrol.

George Ashworth will never come here again.

Not after this.

We'll be social lepers.

Nonsense.

You'll see.

People hate to be connected with this sort of horror.

Suppose that it would please you

that I'll never see George again.

If you don't hold him it'll be because

he's not worthy of you.

Don't care whether he is worthy me or not.

I'm not very nice myself.

Well...

It would be fate and you'll have to put up with it Em.

And remember...

What ever happens, remember how lucky we are.

Poor Lily.

When I think about her.

I wonder if I'll ever sleep again.

George may come back, Em.

No luck for the replacement for Lily.

Not yet.

Girls I've seen have been quite unsuitable.

The better sort do not want to work

anywhere near Cater Street it would seam.

Well that would change.

Think it will? I wonder if it will.

What's troubling you?

Is not that silly idea of yours.

I've being dropped socially I hope.

No, it's not that.

Then what?

I'm sure it's not important.

What is it?

Caroline I want to know.

You'll been quite unlike yourself.

What is it?

Caroline I demand to know.

Why have you not told me before

about Mrs Barker, my dear.

It slip my mind. Why you ask?

Because you have never in all this years

mentioned Mr. Barker to me ether.

It must have meant something to you.

That is why I ask.

And because you seem so reluctant to tell Mr. Pitt

about either of them.

I am not prepared to discuss the matter.

Do you understand!

Yes I understand.

But I have to tell you I don't entirely believe

what you told Mr. Pitt.

God damn it!

Do you think I have something to hide?

Is that what you think?

Well?

What do you think?

Well?

We will not discuss this again.

Mmm.

I've been told I can't question Ellison again.

Oh that's capital that's just great.

Well no matter.

He's one of five remember we can work with the others.

Many new Chloe Abernathy. Yes!

Were around their homes unaccounted for

the nights of the killings.

Well there is Ellison obviously.

A son in law Dominic Corde.

Dr. Hope and possibly the servant, the butler. What is his name?

Maddock.

Who is the fifth? The vicar.

Alright?

Yes.

Alright, my dear.

Yes.

What is it?

Wretched man!

Papa told him to stay away.

Your policeman.

What do you mean my policeman?

I've seen him looking at you.

You're blushing.

Emily.

You have plenty in common with him.

You never do what papa wants either.

I'm going to get rid of him.

He should be at bar tea.

But there are three public houses

between here and Grate Lane you see Sir.

Did Mr. Maddock drink much?

No, just every civil fall.

This is hurt him deep.

He love Lily like a daughter.

Like a daughter?

He loved her.

She was a pretty girl.

Like a daughter my foot.

He was jealous.

He hated her for going out with me.

He was mad with jealousy. That's what I say.

Oh you should have heard what he said about Jack Brody.

Dora, is enough about that.

I don't want no more of that.

Answer that.

It had nothing to do with Jack.

Oh, yes yes my Lord. Please come inside.

I'll fetch Miss Emily and Mr. Ellison mother.

I'd rather not return here until talk to Mr. Maddock.

Perhaps I might be able to meet him on Sunday afternoon.

I dear say that would suit.

It wasn't like Dora say you know, Sir.

It wasn't.

There was something.

But I think Mr. Maddock care for Lily.

Different from what Dora said.

I'm sure.

Lily had her troubles in that direction.

A'bout Love.

Lily had troubles on the love life you mean.

Yes Sir. Yes she had.

I can't say no more about that.

Yes I see.

Why can't you?

Not my place Sir.

She was being compromised by an employer.

Is what you mean?

It wouldn't had been the head of the household, naturally.

Course not.

Dominic.

I am sorry to disturb you Mam. Yes Maddock.

You remember to tell us to keep an eye out

for gold and emerald cufflink.

Oh yes, the one of Mr. Corde's.

Yes I remember.

Have you found something?

It was found and when we were tiding Lily's room.

Perhaps, Lily found it.

Never got round to hand it in. And mislead it herself.

We found it under the bed.

Yes. I'm sure that must be it.

Thank you Maddock.

And so I'm extremely sorry to hear about Lily Mitchel.

Thank you.

I knew her...

I frequently attended Mrs.Prebble loft.

Lily was often there.

Prebble "handmaidens" of the Lord.

=She had a let charm of a user

= and so did Mary Listen=

=Lily was often there...=

=...with the Prebble handmaidens of the Lord=

Miss Ellison, Mrs. Abernathy.

May I have a word?

I assure you Mrs. Ellison.

I would not dream to take Miss Ellison.

Anywhere I'll be not happy to see my own sister.

That's comforting.

Wish to tell her yourself?

No, I wold let you do that.

What was it? What she be said?

Charlotte!

Charlotte what is it?

It concerns Lord Ashworth.

Mrs. Abernathy begs you to be careful. She says...

She says, he is a seducer.

A user of women.

Oh I expect that delighted you.

Oh, you know how pleased I be he didn’t have a reputation.

Emily, my dear.

Ashworth tells me you having tea with him in Mayfair this afternoon.

Yes I am.

Well all I can say is if you're confounding lucky.

He is one of the most amusing fellows I bump into for years.

Oh! you are such a fool sometimes.

You are no judge of anything.

Oh Well.

Nursing his injured innocence,

he turn to more congenial company.

Sister Charlotte.

Can You do me the honor?

Very well.

Dominic, wait.

So, you are determined to go visiting to Lord Ashworth.

As your elder and somewhat more experience sister

I really think. You realize, I suppose that Charlotte

is in love with Dominick.

I would've thought you realised

beeing more experienced than I am.

She is being very brave about it, don't you think?

How could you?

You know is not the truth. I think is shameful of you.

You thought my learning the so call truth about

Lord Ashworth would me think twice.

But it hasn't.

It is make me more determined.

To do what?

To marry him, of course.

You'd marry for money. Not entirely.

That would make one a courtesan.

No, not entirely.

Had you actually look at George?

Have you been able to forget

your disapproval of him and look at him?

You see, I've noticed that really moral

people think about what they do.

That makes them difficult. Like you.

George does just as he pleases.

He didn't think about it.

That would make him quite predictable in time.

I think I'll be able to manage him.

Surely you realise that Emily is talking nonsense.

Charlotte has always behave with perfect propriety.

Pray, I didn't know myself

of her feelings until YOU told me of them.

I doubt that's even true.

Darling, for heaven sake! What is wrong with you?

How well did you know Chloe Abernathy?

Her mother asked me to explain to her

the details of a trust fund

and the re investments being undertaken on her behalf.

I told you!

Are you suggesting that I was interested in Chloe?

Her poor little head was full of French fashion.

She was a child.

And what about Lily?

What was her head full of?

She was pretty wasn't she?

You compared her ones to me.

I know you.

You think me a fool?

And every night.

You came home late from your club.

You walked the length of Cater Street in the dark.

And in the fog.

Each night that these young women were strangled.

You were there.

In every case you were there.

You are out of your mind.

This is utter nonsense.

Mr. Pitt suspect something he's not stupid.

Stop it! Be quiet do you hear!

Oh, don't. Oh don't.

Sarah for God's sake.

It's you that I love. I have always loved you but...

but you won't let me love you.

Tell me why?

You were there!

Dominic, What is the matter?

Sarah is driving me mad.

Dominic.

Dominic. What did she said?

She is good is accused of being the murderer.

She expect me to live with that sort of distrust.

Well.

You expect her to live with the knowledge

that you use to visit Lily?

Am I interrupting something?

Please forgive me.

Sarah!

Live me alone! Sarah please Sarah.

No!

This is so stupid.

For heaven sake.

Charlotte do you please go with her.

She looks dreadfully upset.

Ugh, she's probably gone to work off

on her bad feelings on the poor.

That’s what she usually does.

I would prefer it if you went.

Must I mama? I'm really not in the mood

for tea and morals smugness at Vicarage.

Charlotte.

If your mother makes a civil request.

I expect you to comply.

Now kindly look to your sister.

But you have forbid me to leave the house, papa.

Yes, and now I'm asking you to leave it.

Very well papa.

No Miss we haven't seen Mrs. Corde today.

And Mrs. Prebble is not at home.

Thank you.

I'm sorry to've troubled you.

♪La Donna è mobile qual piuma Al vento ♪

♪muta d'accento e Di pensiero ♪

♪Sempre un amabile, leggiadro viso,♪

♪in pianto o in riso, è menzognero.♪

♪La Donna è mobile qual piuma Al vento♪

♪muta d'acceeeeeento ♪

♪e Di pensier! ♪

Was there anything between you and Lily Mitchel?

Course it wasn't.

She's a member of my staff.

You rush out looking for her

almost as soon as she was late back.

That suggests to me there was some sort relations between you.

Good housemaids are very hard to find.

And pregnant housemaids?

What?

The police surgeon has told us.

Lily was pregnant.

Yes Mr. Pitt.

There were relations between Lily and me.

She was my daughter.

She didn't know.

I never married. See.

I didn't even know she lived and breathe.

Until a couple of years ago.

I managed to get her a position at the Ellisons.

Anyone had known it would both be out on the streets.

So I kept it from her.

Miss Ellison.

Mr. Pitt.

What can I do for you?

I've been thinking about these matters.

Yes.

They well, they share a common factor. Which is...

unexpected.

Miss Ellison please. I know you're trying to help.

But I must asked to leave the conduct of this inquires to us.

Mr. Pitt I wouldn’t dream of interfering if this matters

had taken place with in the great wide world

witch you think me so inexperienced.

But they did not.

They happended with in a circle of my own family.

All the young woman were devoted Christians.

Which is more unusual that you might think.

And they all help the Vicar.

They all did.

Mary Lister, Chloe Abernathy and Lily Mitchel.

In fact I know that Chloe and Lily both visit the vicarage

on the day they were killed.

What you told me is must interesting.

It is? Must.

I'm glad you insisted. Please forgive me.

I don't think I'll find that exceedingly difficult.

There is one thing however.

Why the vicar wish to dispose of this helpful young woman?

I don't know.

But after listening to his pernicious sermons.

I know I don't trust him.

What do you think?

I don't like what I heard.

Dislike him is not enough.

There's another common factor to these murders.

Two men knew all three victims

and nether could inherit through marriage

hundreds of thousands of pounds. Who are they?

If I were to tell you Not to look up for the moment.

You may guess who.

We passing his house.

We passing his house.

And who is the other?

It's not necessarily for you to know.

It is.

Very well.

Your brother.

Dominic? Marrying Mrs. Abernathy fortune?

Why he is married to Sarah.

He doesn’t behave like he is.

I can't believe it is Dominic.

Your feelings do you credit Miss Ellison.

What has happened here?

This used to be a quiet good place to live.

There was nothing worse then a few broken romances a little gossip.

Now suddenly people are dead.

We are all looking at each other and wondering.

I am. I'm looking at men I trusted for years

and wondering if it could be them.

Thinking thoughts that would make me blush with shame.

I can see in their faces that they know I'm suspicious.

It's almost the worst part of it.

They know that I wonder that I'm not sure.

How must it feel to look at your wife or your daughter?

And see in their faces that they're not

absolutely sure that it's not you.

I realized I...

I hardly even know people I thought I loved.

Do you think he'll kill again?

Don't you?

What do you intent to do? I could do nothing.

My sole evidence against is a chip of glass. Is not enough.

So both are at their stand because nether can be proof.

You are a remarkable person.

I think before I'm remarkable. So few people do think.

Men or women.

I believe I'm about to apologize to you for the other night.

I thought so badly of you, I don't deserve it.

What do you think about me now?

That you are remarkable, as I said.

Any news? No, Sir. Where is Mr.Ellison?

He is out looking. Sir.

Mr. Corde in mot back yet. Miss Ellison? Charlotte?

In the house, Sir.

Maddock? Is your sister Miss Emily.

Mrs. Corde. She hasn't come home.

She'll say nothing to you tonight.

Possibly ever. The larynx is cut through.

She'll live thaw. She'll be able to write.

I don't know.

Her vital signs are not encouraging.

I'll fetch a nurse to her as soon as possible.

I'll fetch Mr. Pitt immediately.

Who is I say mam?

Mrs. Barker.

Alice.

What on earth are you doing here?

I'm so sorry.

Mrs. Barker.

I'm Charlotte Ellison.

Yes I see.

Please don't be embarrassed.

This is all gone far beyond over proprieties.

Yes, I feel that and that is why I'm came.

You are my father's friend.

Yes.

Inspector Pitt, Mam.

I understand you want to talk with me.

Yes.

Mrs. Corde came to my house.

I sure like to hear anything Mrs. Barker has to say.

I had unfortunately dropped too many clues,

before I realised who your sister must be.

The poor child had come to my house

expecting to find an invalid widow

on whom practice good works instead...

she finds her father's mistress.

I feel profoundly to blame.

She was upset before she left.

Yes, yes I felt she was.

Never the less, when she realised who I was...

Well I don't think she knew what she was doing.

She muttered something about

having to go back to the Vicarage and eventually ran away.

The Vicarage? Yes.

Yes, she said Mrs.Prebble was unwell I think at least

that's what I understood.

Inspector Pitt Metropolitan Police. I want to speak to Mr. Prebble.

The reverend is not at recent. Hale Mrs. -Mr. Old chap.

Ha, Merridews I just delivered at once to you. Merridews?

Thank you Jack.

What is it Tate? Policeman it says.

I'll see to it. Take Mrs. Prebble some beef tea.

Do you know the time? Do you know what's happened?

Mrs. Corde is dead.

This is frightful.

Just frightful.

I believe I valued Sarah Corde more than anyone.

Except my wife in that respect.

In what respect?

She was tireless.

A tireless worker for the weak and poor.

Shining emblem.

This will cut Martha to the quake.

How was Mrs. Corde when she came here?

Not herself she was weeping.

At least she began weeping when she entered the house.

I wish my wife had not been indisposed.

So you're obliged to comfort her.

Yes.

How do you do that?

As one would a child.

A shoulder to cry on.

When she was a little calmer I gave her some little cordium.

How long was Mrs. Corde here?

An Hour.

It was nearly dark when I left.

I didn't want to leave.

But I had even psalm to attend to.

I told her she must wait until Tate returned at six.

And that Tate show order the booths.

Young Jack at the guesthouse next door.

To fetch a cab.

And when Tate returned, Mrs. Corde had gone.

I believe I heard something about ten to six

but it might be Tate arriving back somewhat early.

I was half asleep.

Sarah is a quiet young woman and wouldn't slip out. I'm sure.

Is it your tooth again?

Yes, the dentist said it may need to settle.

Sarah.

Losing Sarah is... I think inspector.

More than I can bare.

Sarah.

Who would have thought it.

Had she should have been chosen.

Chosen?

By whom?

By him from whom nothing is hidden.

Not your thoughts not mine.

You believe these young women were divinely chosen to die?

It's self evident.

Nothing is but what has been ordained.

What we can only guess as is the purpose.

I only sought a close chipped glass.

Shortly after the Abernathy murder.

The near side lens lamp of Hopes carriage was repaired.

However you can not hang a man on a chipped glass.

No.

Well, is my believe he only one intended victim, Chloe Abernathy.

The others were smokescreen except Sarah Corde

what possible was killed because she overheard something

And the motive for all this horror?

Chloe Apenaphy's fortune. Which now reversed to her mother.

We have information that Hope intends to marry Mrs. Apenaphy.

Is a huge amount of money.

I don't want to influence you, but perhaps I

should tell you that Dr. Hope has passed.

He was rightly or wrong drawn out of India.

Perhaps it has left its mark on him.

I think you should've tell me that before, Sir.

It is stroke me from the first

that was something ritualistic about the killings.

And Hope is an

expert at the culture ritual of regulation Figy.

I'm sorry Mate.

I was in the middle of things, when your message came.

I didn't expect you to come promptly if at all.

I needed to be out of the house anyway.

Did you speak to the vicar? Of course.

It would appears he has an alibi, even so.

I've been thinking about Sarah.

I realized how... unkind I was to her.

Quite often I was...

...and she was only trying to do good on her own way.

I was clumsy that’s all.

Our lives have changed.

We all now know how fear can make us despicable.

It got to be stop, Mr. Pitt.

I've been thinking as sooth the progress has been made. Yes

I thought a trap should be laid a baited trap.

Baited?

Yes, with the sort of woman this man seams interested in.

I propose myself. NO

No, is to much of a risk. No.

His continuing freedom is too much of a risky.

He killed my sister.

I cannot forgive myself for the way Sarah and I parted for her sake. NO!

I can not allow it, not you. Why not?

Not you for God sake!

What is your objection Mr. Pitt?

You know it.

You MUST know it.

You want me to spell it out.

I have the commonsense to know that it may be unwelcome.

Unfortunately I don't have the means to stop feeling what I do.

Nor I.

It is not unwelcome.

Charlotte.

Please let me do this for Sarah.

NO!

With this sort of distribution not part of the streets

be more than a dozen seconds from one or other.

And to make this plan work it depends on each man

knowing his part of the street thoroughly.

As we were practicing this evening.

Now is up to you.

Make yourselves familiar with every doorway,

yard and course on your section.

Yes.

Mr. Dominic Corde, Sir.

He's very anxious to have a word with you.

She stop mortuary, she left a note.

No one sort go.

For sake man, let me help you.

Let me do something. I beg you.

Mr. Corde the Ellison family needs you more than I.

Please. Live it to us.

Stupid bloody interfering one.

I come to ask your advice, vicar.

My sister as you know died the night she was attacked.

I know.

I know. It grieves me more than I can say.

Are you still thanking God for the leniency of his wrath?

How do you think my sister would do in the courts of heaven?

Where according to you are the laws prevail?

You angry is understandably. Yes, Mr. Prebbel I am angry.

What is so extraordinary about these cruel, cruel deaths?

Is that all these women were pietist women.

They have seen their Christian duty and they were carrying it out.

They will be judged accordingly in as much

as their handmaidens of the Lord.

They had dead Mr.Prebble their throats cut.

The Lord my God is a jealous God.

Lord your God is a cruel to radical Munster.

Who has no reality outside your own imagination.

Perhaps you may clear space to put this down my dear.

Yes, yes of course my dear.

I am to take even some this evening.

I'm sure you have time for tea, my dear.

It's not often we have the privilege of Miss Ellison company.

There's a couple of man watching the vicarage.

Another between there and here.

What if we discover another way? No.

Who ever it is attacks outside of the street.

Charlotte in there she's safe.

What's wrong with you? Tooth ache.

I talk with Mrs. Quigly when he went away.

She reckons Hope is an abortionist to called..

Yes.

Sir, ether way our doctor is killer of sorts, isn't he?

If Mrs. Quigly is right.

What are you doing? Tooth ache I told you.

Cloves. Yes.

Dr. Hope's famous statue.

Is from the Vicarage Sir. Prebble's heading for the church.

Even so. Yes man. Don't let them lose you.

Miss Ellison may be right.

Oh, is you.

Oil Cloves, when did I ask smell that? Dr. Hope's.

What is it?

Merridews.

Cheap spectacles.

Much upper class.

Olive Cloves.

Martha Prebble! We got it wrong.

Move in move in is the woman.

Filth.

Creature of the devil.

The Lord said, better not have been born.

Than that you should have tempted

and brought to destruction one of these

my little ones, and brought them to sin.

Better you should have a millstone on your little neck.

And put into the sea.

Charlotte!

I shall destroy you.

However many times you keep coming.

With your soft words and your touch of sin.

I shall destroy you.

He is a good man. He is my life.

Whore.

I know how your body burns. I know your secret lusts.

But I shall destroy you all.

Till you leave me alone in peace.

Satan shall never win!

Stop all that! He is a good man.

He is my life.

Charlotte!

Charlotte!

I am alright.

See.

Stupid love.

You could have yourself killed.

I love you.

What have you done? What have you done? Martha!

Martha.

Martha.

Stand up. You'll get comfortable.

...thy kingdom come thy will be done

on earth as it is in heaven.

Oh, Martha.

...and forgive us our trespasses.

Did I just here you said you love me?

Yes.

Good.

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