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You look beautiful, Mary.

Mr Blennerhasset, what a
wonderful job you've done.

Brock Blennerhasset, the
memorial photographer himself.

Detective Frederick Regan.

There's been a couple of deaths.

Suicide, it appears but
the bodies were posed

in the exact same position.

Has much changed?

No, Miss Vickers, been
smoking a lot more.

Uncle, I want to be an actress.

Oh.

They all mock me for it at home,
just like they mocked you.

Have you brought the photograph?

That was nearly an
early grave for you, sir.

I was wondering, Mr Blennerhasset,

if you're in need of assistance?

Photography is an area I would
love to gain experience in.

You've beautiful handwriting, ma'am.

It seems I'll have an assistant again.

Change might do me good.

Bring a bit of life to the place.

You shouldn't be here.

Mama, make it stop.

Ivor, Ivor.

He's escaped.

Ivor.

Mama, make it stop.

Mama.

Ivor, where are you?

Mama.

Ivor.

You're overdoing it.

You'll be visiting the homes
of the recently bereaved.

Don't put on a show, just do
the job quietly and promptly,

that's all we ask.

And you're sure of this because?

I used to assist my uncle for
a time when I was younger.

Jeez, I can't imagine allowing
a young one to do this.

In his own, well-orchestrated way,

having a child there helped,

created a softer impression of him.

And I was terribly cute.

So why'd you stop assisting?

Well, he didn't need
me any more he said.

Shut himself of for years, from
the world, from his family.

Anyway, an injury seems to
have softened him somewhat.

So, we should probably
get to know each other,

now that we're working together.

What do you do for fun, Malloy?

I love to sketch and read.

Good walk along the canal
gets me blood pumping.

Spare me.

All right, let's see if
your boring reliability

leads to some good advice.

I've been invited to a party later.

Congratulations.

Thank you, I haven't been
to any parties in town,

so I'm very excited to
be around lots of people

all at the same time.

Socially it'll be quite the change.

Well, I hope it'll be good craic.

Yes, craic.

But do you think it's safe

travelling out especially
with a storm due?

What storm?

That storm.

I don't envy you two trying to
get out to Kingstown in that.

The fuck,

don't sneak up on me like that, Roper.

See, it's not nice is it?

Your old lady isn't nice.

What are you doing tonight?

Agh, bushed, read the
paper, go to bed I'd say.

Do you remember the
man I had you tailing?

Cannon, the widower,

with them scandalous
pamphlets he were circulating.

Oh, yeah, haven't seen that
many nipples before in my life.

I bet you haven't.

Anyway, he's throwing a party tonight

that I wanna keep an eye on.

If this communist is making
a nuisance of himself

around the town the
last few days, Czerny,

and he's been funding his travels

by selling these photographs,

things the good people of
Ireland wouldn't like seeing.

Can't see how a few photographs

would warrant keeping Jamie
and I out in that storm.

Ah, forget the storm,

I've an appointment with Blennerhasset.

Well, what do you want with him?

If anything big happens,

I want the photographer on
the scene straight away.

I don't wanna be looking
at your shite drawings.

Hurry now, Malloy,

that dead child will not
photograph himself.

Have I packed all right, sir?

Now, you seem to be learning,
Malloy, how very reassuring.

Thank you, sir.

I did make an appointment
like you said, Miss Vickers.

Yes, but we're in a hurry to
get to Kingstown, Detective.

So I won't be making tea.

I'm grand for tea, won't take long.

Fuck.

I have a business proposition, sir.

Maybe there's a crime and I
call you and you come down

straight away and you
photograph the scene.

Oh, so you want to hire me, is that it?

Well, with the promise of
paid work at the brass.

I don't work for nothing.

I could use your expertise.

You have commissioned
to all over Ireland

for the past 20 years.

Not so much now.

Business is going well, thank you.

You are a pioneer in your
particular field of photography.

I like to think so, yes.

And when it comes to
crime scene photography,

I'd like to see some pioneering done.

No-one photographs the dead
better than you, no-one.

And in my line of work
the dead are plenty full.

Crime scene photographer.

That's it, exactly.

It's there for the taking.

And after discovering this
underground photo trade,

photography's getting
more and more popular

and people are interested in
seeing the most queer things

and there's plenty of people in Dublin,

wouldn't be long making money out of it.

So, your photography can
be a tool for the criminal,

I'd love to see us make
it a tool for the law.

Well, Detective, I appreciate
your forward thinking

and your evident enthusiasm,

but if the law wants
to use my expertise,

I'm afraid the law's going
to have to pay for it.

So, good day to you, sir.

You can't tell me I'm overdoing it

and then have me do
everything all at once.

I'm opening this door one
time and one time only,

I'm not getting rain on this dress.

Let me know if you change your mind.

I will come running.

Thank you, Nancy.

Get home safe, Uncle.

Are we here, sir?

Go on now, go on.

We should bloody well hope so,

this is miles outside of Kingstown.

Lucinda Breslin, this
is my husband August.

Thank you for travelling
to us, Mr Blennerhasset,

especially with this
weather approaching.

Such efforts are necessary
in troubling times, no?

I'm so sorry for your loss,

such a horrible way to lose a child.

There's worse ways, Mr Blennerhasset.

Much, much worse.

Well, yes, I suppose there are.

Well, I'll be done in no time.

Is there somewhere for
my coachman to wait?

He can't wait here.

Stables perhaps?

We don't have any.

No horses, not anymore.

I'm afraid he will have
to wait in the town

until he's needed.

It's not safe here
with the storm coming.

Right, well,

Carruthers, return within the hour.

I'm sure you could find something

to distract yourself with in the town.

Yes, sir, I will drink.

Good man, Carruthers.

Malloy, hurry up please.

He holds his toy bear tight for comfort.

Indeed, he only just got him.

Oh, to hell with it.

Mr Blennerhasset, there's
no sign of Carruthers, sir.

Strange, he's usually punctual,

especially when he's been drinking.

Maybe it's the storm.

Your assistant may need
to walk into Kingstown

to summon him.

Our coachman recently lost his horse.

Lost as in?

The horse was struck by lightning.

Please hurry, Malloy.

Yes, Mr Blennerhasset.

More tea, Mr Blennerhasset?

Not for the minute, thank you.

Quite the weather we're having.

Lucinda, come quickly.

Please excuse me.

Come in.

You were blown into two ditches?

No, I was blown into
the same ditch twice.

It's lethal out there.

Well, no carriage, no means
to call for a carriage,

it looks like you gentlemen
may need to spend the night.

Yes, I suppose.

Please excuse us if we have not been

the most convivial hosts.

Of course, you're in mourning.

Yes, funeral preparations
will need to be delayed,

we will endeavour to
make you as comfortable

as you possibly can be.

Mr Molloy, you can take
off your wet clothes

in your quarters.

Quarters, all to meself?

Yes, August, he can have a spare pair

of your night clothes.

Yes.

The blue ones, give him the blue ones.

Vicenta. Vicenta, escort
Mr Malloy to his room.

Yes, madame.

Come with me please.

Only that which is locked
down will be safe tonight.

Oh, Hannah, it's so bloody wet.

This house is nice.

Louis Cannon, French money,
runs a small print press.

Recently widowed, a mess to be honest.

Anyway, I'm so glad that you're here.

They're insufferable, all of them.

If it wasn't for that storm

I'd be at home with mother and my book.

What are you reading?

"Little Men".

Do I look presentable?

Nancy, you're a vision.

But really, don't worry about it.

You might think you're missing
out on a fabulous social life

in town, but obviously it's the
same bloody charade all the time.

Just get-abouts everywhere.

What kind of get-abouts?

Well, your brother and
everyone he palls around with.

Of course he'd be here.

Does Mother know you're out?

I invited her, Henry, she's my guest.

No, Hannah, you're my guest,
the guest doesn't get a guest.

Is this the first party
you've ever been to?

It is, isn't it?

Stop being mean to your sister.

It is though, isn't it?

Haven't had a chance,

I've been minding Grandmother
since she had her stroke.

That's your excuse for everything.

Well, bagsy not carrying you out of here

when you're buckled arseways.

Staring men are the worst kind.

And the old Czerny,
another friend of Cannons.

Communist, trades in dirty photographs,

or so Henry told me.

I don't think there's a connection,

the communism and the dirty pictures,

but, anyway, he's a creep.

All right,

let's have a few drinks
and cause some ructions.

Louis Cannon, I am so pleased.

You are Henry's lady friend?

I am Hannah and Henry
is my man friend, yes.

And you are?

I am Nancy, Henry's sister.

Thank you for hosting us, Mr Cannon.

Henry's sister but you look
so much like my dead wife.

Only when she was dead?

Louis, Louis you ghastly devil,

you pay no attention to these two,

they'll tell you the most
horrid stories about me,

let me tell you them myself.

I really don't know how you
put up with my brother.

He's a lot of fun, Nancy.

No-one in my family is fun,
Hannah, believe you me.

Except for you of course?

Of course.

The Spanish maid's a nervous
creature, isn't she, Malloy?

Yeah, do you think they
were giving her a lashing.

Why, they're the lashing type.

I knew a Spanish fella,
worked down the docks,

he was the clumsiest
bastard I've ever met.

Get a good night's rest, Malloy,

I want us out of here

as soon as this infernal
storm has subsided.

Yes, sir, duly noted.

Your quarters.

Lock your doors please.

Did he stir?

No, thank God.

Jesus, that's an unmerciful
whore of a night out there.

Want to chance it though.

Not a hope, boy. There's no
way you're going out in that.

It's a juicy gathering, Betty.

Couple of trouble makers
I wanna keep my eye on.

And is it worth getting
blown into the canal for?

There's something in it, that's all.

I know you're thirsting
for a big case, Fred,

but be smart about it.

You're looking for murders and suicides.

Looking at harmless foreign
creatures as subversives.

There was that poor lamp lighter

you thought was poisoning Porter

and you beat him on
up and down the coon.

Yeah, well, he was a lippy fuck.

What I'm saying is,

sometimes you just have to work

with what's in front of your eyes.

What if I'm right?

Then you take the bastards down.

Any stirring?

Oh, bollocks.

Hell, isn't it?

Party chit-chat I mean, small talk.

Really need to get some dancing going.

Wouldn't mind spinning a
toe if the opportunity arises.

What's your name?

Why do you want to know my name?

So I can match it to that pretty face.

What's your name? Pretty face?

Honestly, spare me.

Liven this party up and
we'll start talking.

Nancy, I see that you've met Percy.

Nancy, lovely name.

Percy's a forward lad, is he?

So, Percy can't take your
hand and kiss it then?

No, please don't kiss my hand, Percy.

Percy won't do that then.

Percy's a sculptor.

Are you, Percy?

Percy, are you?

Sorry, I got distracted by a
man who owes me money.

Larry Kervan, I know
the bastard's good for it.

What were you saying?

And what is it you sculpt?

I'd sculpt you if you want.

Well, good for you, but
I'm terrible at sitting still.

Bye now, Percy.

What in the Jesus?

Do not tell me you're scared.

Mr Blennerhasset, I am so scared.

What did I just say?

I saw an apparition.

We were told to stay in our rooms.

Listen, the corridor's haunted.

Yes, it's haunted by you.

There was someone at my door.

Yeah, I know the feeling.

They declined to leave a chamber pot.

I have to go do me...

I don't need to know that.

I saw the boy.

Which boy?

The dead boy,

young Ivor.

Go back to your room at once.

You saw him too.

No, Malloy,

I screamed and dragged you into
my room for no good reason.

But he's dead.

Well, if he isn't, he's
certainly courteous.

Mr Blennerhasset.

Why are you both in there?

I needed to go to the...

Malloy got frightened
and called upon me.

You don't have to tell us,

his screaming awoke us.

I didn't mean to scream,

that only happens if I'm
frightened and I just...

Now, Malloy, stop talking.

Malloy suffers from the night terrors

and it's very sad, poor lad.

The last few days have
been difficult for us

with the death of our son
and that whole tragic affair.

We appreciate the roaring storm
doesn't allow you much peace

but if you can refrain from
screaming in our house

we would be truly grateful.

Yeah, of course.

My apologies.

I hope the rest of your
sleep will be a peaceful one,

I really do.

Thank you, goodnight.

We should take a photograph of him.

I have already taken
a photograph of him.

But not of the boy's ghost, you haven't.

Ghost?

Listen to yourself,

lightening causes our
sight to become impaired.

We see things we wouldn't normally see,

colours, shapes, visions.

Ghosts, ghosts in a photograph.

Just think of that would
do for your reputation.

I will tell you what
will do my reputation

a world of good, not
believing in ghosts.

Go back to bed.

Goodnight, Malloy.

Master?

Did you see something, Vicenta?

I heard something.

Open, you stupid box and case.

What is the meaning of this?

Something's not right, it's not right.

The boy's dead but it's
also like he's not dead,

all at once I'm also sure of.

This is very upsetting.

You see, you're upsetting my wife.

I don't mean to upset anyone,

I'm just trying to take a picture

of the apparent apparition.

Of our deceased son?

Yeah, of your deceased son.

We want you to leave.

My apologies, sir, I've
been very insensitive.

I'll just return to me room.

I want you to leave our house.

In that storm?

He actually did it, he did it.

Why did I think he wouldn't do it?

I want this man out.

You can't throw me
out now, it's not fair.

Now, Mr Breslin,

I really would not be the
kind of photographer

to complete a commission
for someone who's going

to put my assistant out into the
middle of a dangerous storm

with little consideration.

It is not good business.

He's upsetting my wife,
he's upsetting me.

We are upset.

Why must you make our bereavement

into some sort of macabre ghost story?

We're doing our best to be good hosts

in what is a very difficult time.

I will take full responsibility
for my assistant's

silly behaviour and wish to assure you

that it will not happen again.

Very well.

Vicenta.

Accompany these men to their quarters.

Miss Vickers.

You are quite the vision.

Can this vision get by you immediately?

Not unless you give me a kiss.

Do I have to give you a kiss too?

Czerny.

You have something belonging
to me, you thieving devil.

What are you talking about?

You took a photograph from that album

out a little private showing.

Private showing, of what,
fake photographs you stole

from a party you were not invited to?

I was a guest of a guest,
I'll have you know.

You know where there's money to be made

and you saw your chance.

There are photographs ripped out of it.

You're calling me a thief?

I'm calling you more than
a thief, you thieving cur.

Gentlemen, let us resolve this matter

in the study with some drinks.

Maybe a naughty little
dash of opium, huh?

Very well.

Sounds good to me.

This is probably a good time to mention

that I really don't think
this is the sort of fella

I want to be trapped in a
house with during a storm

as he attempted to forcefully kiss me.

That's my sister you bastard.

Open the door, I'll throw him.

You can't throw him
out in a storm, Henry.

Well, I won't throw him if he
gives back what he's stolen.

What I stole? You stole it.

You are a bloody trouble maker, get out.

I think that's quite enough, Henry.

Well, that was quite rousing.

Yes, it was.

No, no, no, no, no,
no, not for little girls.

It must be so nice for you
to be out of that cage.

Henry doesn't know himself
since he's been away.

Honestly, Hannah, I feel like
I'm alive for the first time.

La-di-da. Come here to
me, little wench-ship.

Bad dancer, your friend,
atrocious footwork.

Give us a whirl.

Give yourself a whirl.

No, damn it, that was my first
kiss and I wasn't even ready.

I'm sorry I was a bit quick on
the dive in there, wasn't I?

Well, look, you've done it now.

So, might as well make the best of it.

Mr Blennerhasset, you all right?

Yes, that ghost's

due for a photograph.

You stop.

Could you see him too?

Who?

The boy Ivor.

This is not Ivor, this is Samuel.

Samuel?

Wait, can you all see the boy, yeah?

Yes.

Yes.

He's a twin.

He has been wild in the
brain since he's been born,

more animal than boy.

He's been getting out of the
nursery a lot more recently.

I knew my locks couldn't
have been the problem.

Now, I know what you did, Vicenta.

You released him, didn't you?

And he pursued his own brother.

I only let him out to play with Ivor.

You're upsetting me now, Vicenta.

If you treat a child like an animal

then he will act like an animal.

Just because he's
different, he's still a child.

Wild in the brain is what he is,

a cruel shame on his family.

Come on now, Samuel,

you'll be safer in the nursery
away from this cruel world.

That poor child is not
the cruel one here.

Do not let him escape.

Don't startle him, Malloy.

Hello, Samuel. I've
not come to hurt you.

You want to see your
brother, isn't that right?

We can do that Samuel.

But we must be quiet,

Ivor's in a very deep sleep.

You understand?

Be quiet.

Shh.

Shh.

That's it. Shh.

No, I forbid this.

Have you got something to calm him?

His teddy bear Bindi,

they took it from him when
he didn't eat his gruel.

They gave it to Ivor.

Oh, you are dismissed, Vicenta.

Out into the storm, would you?

Will you ever relax and stop trying

to throw people out into the storm?

Malloy.

There you go, Samuel.
There's your Bindi.

Would you like to see your brother?

We kept him from a cruel world,

he would not even be
alive if it wasn't for us.

If it wasn't for you
that poor young fellow

wouldn't be in such a state.

I'll be fetching the police at
first light, make no mistake.

No, no police.

We'll gladly pay you three
times the agreed fee

and we'll leave it at that.

It is cruel and heartless to lock up

a poor damaged boy like that.

No, we'll pay three times the agreed sum

if your discretion is assured.

What I would like to be assured of

is that you will pay

for the future care of this child.

Future care?

When I deliver your portrait

I expect to see proof
of this child's care.

Any deviation from it

and I will be in contact
with the authorities.

So, Vicenta, do you
happen to have the keys

to Mr Breslin's nursery?

I'm sorry, why do you say nursery?

You're disappearing?

Well, you disappeared.

I'm sorry, I found Larry Kervan

and I got the money off
the bastard any way.

Why don't you just stay
with me for one more drink?

I really can't show up in a poor state,

especially when I'm looking
at pictures of corpses.

Well, at least let me
walk you into town,

you don't know what kind of dangers

might be lurking out there.

It's perfectly fine, Percy.

I'm well able to enjoy
a party responsibly

while staving off the
perils of opium addiction

and being molested by a communist.

I don't doubt it.

I might see you soon though?

You might.

Do you have to be so
bloody dramatic, Detective?

At times, yes.

Don't mind me, I'm just creeping around,

nothing to see here.

Jesus Christ, you're shit-faced, girl.

I only had six drinks, thank you.

Seemed like an
interesting little gathering

you were at there now, Miss Vickers.

The widower Cannon
isn't long celebrating

after his wife took a head first dive

down the stairs last month.

Honestly, it wasn't
even as exciting as that.

You hardly saw any foreign nuisances

passing obscene materials
around, did you?

Foreign nuisances, like the
British that you work for?

No, not like the British
that I work for,

the other foreigners.

Ah, yes, the ones with
the funny accents.

All right. I think I'm fine on
my own from here, Detective.

There you are now, Miss Nancy Vickers,

from your affluent background,

consorting with the low
sorts off the likes of that.

Not sure your uncle would
like to hear about it.

I don't think my uncle
would mind, Detective.

After all, he consorts
with the lower sorts of all.

And where in the hell where you?

Wouldn't not be returning
and quite rightly so,

it's much too treacherous.

No way, I said, Anne
takes fright very easily.

Anne? Anne the horse?

Yeah, and I wasn't
letting her go out in that.

Well, I doubt it was as treacherous

as where we were, Carruthers.

Be grateful, you miserable bastard.

Thanks for helping me there, Carruthers.

You know, at least it was something,
just a little glimmer of hope.

Here's the key to the nursery,

you can let them out once
they promise to behave.

Shh.

It was a crime, Mr Blennerhasset,

you should have reported it.

They did get locked up in a way.

I suppose poetic justice
is better than no justice.

Remember we used to
say that our photographs

were the real ghosts?

Seen, observable,

the soul of a person captured forever.

Beyond the corporeal,

after all the mourning has gone

when all the graves go untended.

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