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You would have heard of these
terrible murders on our brethren.

The victims from the
clergy were murdered

by order of the Dean of Westminster.

The King will not last the
week, and when he dies,

I fear we will lose his protection.

All roads lead to us.

There is this tower by the plague pit.

Well, it belongs to Frederick Dipple.

I told Joe that I had a bad
feeling about Mr. Dipple.

- Have you told the police?
- They won't take me seriously.

Even the Home Secretary
will find he cannot refuse

the seal of the King.

Well, the King has put his seal to it

and granted royal assent.

Has he?

You can see my son?

Why would God let you
see him and not me?

- Who are you?
- The one who can show you how.

Only Hervey is sick
enough to think of this.

Only he would take the heart.

This is not God's will.

There is no such thing.

I will never let you die, John.

You're safe now.

Rest.

Sam!

Esther.

Sam!

Shall we begin?

My first born.

You thought you could escape me?

Well, then, I am glad
you've got what you wanted.

God will judge you for this.

The human heart contains
the endocardium,

which is vital to the
reanimation process.

It has tissue that is found

in no other place.

Why men of God?

The donors were simply
good men of the church

who got in the way of
the Dean's ambitions.

We are merely putting the
scraps to further use.

Blessed are the pure in heart,

for they shall see God.

And did you, John,

see God?

How many others did you kill?

All of them died for science.
I make no apologies.

Even your own sister?

I was too late. I could not
save her from the fire.

She saved herself

from you.

I saw her, Hervey.

She knew fire...

Fire was her only escape.

You killed your sister

as sure as lighting the fire yourself!

Sacrifices are necessary.

Your father taught me that.

He was willing to sacrifice
anything for his work.

Even his own son.

God will judge you for this!

He will judge you for this!

Now, do you understand?

You are not the only one.

You and I are like brothers.

He will betray you.

After tonight, I do not need him.

My father taught him the art,

but not the secrets.
Those are mine only.

He will take what he wants

and leave you with nothing.

You won't kill him.

That will be your mistake.

So, you think that one more
corpse means anything to me?

I have lived longer than any man.

I have watched the best of
people I love decayed and died.

Then why not kill yourself

and end it?

The death... That does not end this.

There is nothing beyond the shoreline.

Just the cold water and the wind

rolls on and on into eternity.

But with Esther, I may
have a life without death.

A world without God.

There is no God.

As soon as you grasp that,

anything is possible.

Mr. Renquist, you surprise us.

Canon Steward,

please show Mr. Renquist out.

I'm afraid that Canon Steward
and I have much to arrange

in anticipation of the King's death.

Are the intentions of the
King's successor any clearer?

Mr. Dean,

I must know. Am I to be exposed?

You must calm yourself, Mr. Renquist.

The Duke of Clarence is a naval man.

He has no interest in the
intrigue of court or church.

Your recent actions will remain private.

I have your assurance?

You have God's assurance.

You must have faith.

Do you have faith, Mr. Renquist?

Yes, Mr. Dean.

Then you have nothing to fear
from the death of the King.

Mr. Renquist. In the daylight, no less.

On our last meeting, you spoke of proof.

No, no. You did and the lack thereof.

Lacking no more.

The truth about the murders.

The Dean of Westminster?

Has blood on his hands.

The clergymen were chosen because
they opposed his corruption.

Their murders purposed

to terrify the population of Pye
Street into abandoning their homes.

For the sale of the land.

The story must be exposed.

What about your story,

Mr. Renquist?

Is that a part of this?

It was my choice to walk in
the shadow of the church.

But when the King dies,

the Dean will cover his tracks.

His crimes must not be allowed
to disappear into darkness.

You have my word.

Your father's catalyst.

Perfect.

He was a genius.

As are you for recreating it.

Life held between our fingertips.

Indeed.

Now, show me how.

Joseph...

I want to see Treadaway. Right now.

Please, Constable Bircher.

You're positive this belonged
to Sergeant Nightingale?

Yes. That's his token from
the Foundling Hospital

where we all grew up.

When a mother leaves her baby on the
doorstep, she leaves something,

like a ribbon or a token, with the baby

that only the mother would know about.

So if she ever wants her baby
back, she can prove it's her kid.

"So that we may be useful to
ourselves." That's Joe's.

Which means he was there.
In Dipple's house.

He left it there so I'd find
it because only I'd know that.

That he was in danger.

You'd better start believing me quick

because Dipple's shutting up his house.

And if you don't, I'll take
it to the church Watchmen.

But Joe believed in the police.

He believed in you, Inspector Treadaway.

You are employed by the church,

and so you will follow the
churches' orders without question.

You will apprehend Frederick
Dipple as the murderer

because it is his footsteps that
lead directly to the very hearts

removed from each victim.

- Do you understand?
- No, I don't.

Only yesterday, Dipple was released
by the Metropolitan Police.

If he is the murderer,

why didn't they keep him
in custody until...

The Dean requires you to act
upon his sole instruction.

No outside assistance.

Is that plain?

Yes, Mr. Renquist.

- Bircher! What's the count?
- Six absent, no more.

So be it.

Right.

This is very simple.

Frederick Dipple killed one of our own.

So tonight, we catch him, or
we don't stop until we do.

- Give it to me.
- You promised me the formula.

Give it to me.

I need it!

Police! Open the door!

- Get this door open!
- Alright, sir!

And take all of these as evidence.

Take him.

You won't escape.

Pye Street is a warren.

I can get us out.

I can.

Get off the streets!

Order of the Parish Watch! Stay inside!

Three men on the corner here.
Two men on the junction.

Follow me. There's another way.

Inspector,

- are these...
- Hearts, lad.

Human hearts.

Treadaway.

Whitlock. Did you see anything?

Not a soul got by us.

Then they've gone to
ground in the rookery.

We'll push back through in two waves.

First wave to draw them out of hiding,

second wave to catch them.

Agreed.

You lot, second wave!

You heard him!

Together.

Chop-chop!

Esther, look at me.

You're alive.

So breathe. Just breathe.

We must move. We must move.

Follow me.

Spread out!

Spread out, officers!

Keep your wits about you.
They are in here somewhere.

We need sanctuary.

I know a place.

The first line is to flush us out.

And there will be another.

It's an old trick.

Esther,

we have to leave now.

I know this city.

She'll be safe with me.

You think I'll just
hand her over to you?

If she stays with you,

there'll be no escape.

She is mine.

She is all I have left.

What is it that you
need from her, Dipple?

I need a woman...

to...

I cannot live without Esther.

And one day,

soon,

you will come to the understanding
that neither can you.

Esther, it is time we left.

- Esther?
- It's not your decision.

That is exactly what it is.
She's my bride, my property.

I am no one's.

Is my dear brother, the King, dead?

I am afraid so, Your Royal Highness.

Long live the King.

- Long live the King.
- Long live the King.

Please. No such ceremony.

Let the light back in here.

Mr. Dean.

Instructions from you under
the seal of the King.

I trust this has not been
for your own benefit.

We will speak of it.

Thank you, Mr. Peel.

Here's a tale of corruption

that runs to the very
heart of the church

and its crimes here in Westminster.

Indeed.

I'll read it with interest.

But,

I'll be the best judge of that.

There are footprints,
which lead to our door,

that need be erased!

All these things were found
in Lord Hervey's laboratory.

These are the ramblings of a madman.

We found bodies tampered with,

just as the journal describes.

We found human hearts encased in ice.

And we recovered Sergeant
Nightingale's bloodied notebook,

right there at the scene.

To my mind, there's no question.

Lord Hervey is the man responsible

for committing the Westminster murders.

This cannot be true.

The evidence weighs heavy.

I did not commit these murders.

Sir Robert, please speak to
the Dean of Westminster.

He can tell you the truth of this.

Speak to him, I beg you. He
will plead my innocence.

The Dean of Westminster?

We cannot stay long.

- Is he here?
- Esther!

Is Sam here? Can you look, please?

- No, I don't see him.
- You're lying.

No, today, now, I don't see him.

- But you see the dead, don't you?
- Yeah, I see them.

But not my family. Not
my wife and my daughter.

I'm sorry, Esther. But we
don't see our own dead.

We don't see them.

But I see death everywhere.

Here I am. A dead woman
buried under her work.

And there,

here,

a dead mother just
shrouded in her grief.

I am the ghost that has
haunted this place.

I have lived inside my grief so long.

In... in this shop, just...

consumed by it.

If Sam is here,

it is because I have
clung to him too long.

I could never accept his death.

He has robbed you of God.

Hervey!

Then may God forgive me,

but I do not need Him.

Not anymore.

I will not have it, these... These
dictates of gods and men. I...

I must learn to live by
my own sensibility now.

Just...

Guilt be gone.

Grief be gone.

I am alive.

Today is the beginning.

It is.

It is.

We have to be the last, Esther.

The dead must stay dead.

What will become of us?

We will live.

We will live.

That's my boy!

Is it all over?

The killer is caught. Now
firmly under lock and key.

Do you really want to stay
here in Joseph's lodgings?

With all these memories?

SO THAT WE MAY BE USEFUL TO OURSELVES

I think I'd rather stay.

He was my home.

Lord Hervey, the Dean of Westminster

claims to have had no contact with you

since your flight to the
continent two years ago.

And with respect, I have no
reason to disbelieve him.

He was sympathetic to your...

- delusions.
- Delusions?

Sir Robert, this is a
conspiracy against me.

You must find the lunatic.

- Hervey.
- The man is John Marlott,

resurrected.

- If you could just see
his face, - Hervey.

- You would know the truth...
- Hervey. Hervey!

Please.

Our acquaintance has
been long and fruitful.

It pains me to witness this outcome.

But you have my word. I
will not see you hanged.

Whatever influence I have remaining,

you will be well-cared for.

Goodbye, Lord Hervey.

We will not meet again.

Do what must be done for him.

Rest assured, his care shall fall to me

- and no other.
- Thank you, Dr. Meecham.

Where is it?

"Hard Times in the Devil's Acre."
Where is it? Where's my story?

In the fire, where it belongs.

And if you wish to continue seeing
your words in print, young man,

I suggest you reconsider your idea

of what is fit for publication.

I don't believe my values
to be those in question.

How dare you!

Because I have a pen, sir!

And I became a writer not to fill
pages but to bring about change.

I fancy it is time I found a publisher
who feels similarly inclined.

Get out!

It is my distinct pleasure!

For your kindness, Father Ambrose.

For my debt.

The dead demand justice,

and it falls to me to deliver it.

The righteous show mercy and give.

You were right about me, Father.

I am John Marlott.

The police have London stitched shut.

This road is your safest way out.

Are you sure you won't
reconsider, Mr. Marlott?

There's a space for you, too.
You're one of the blessed.

Not blessed.

Just headed in a different direction.

Take care of yourself, Mr. Marlott.

No one else will.

That's the world.

Thank you.

Soldier.

You have chosen another path then.

I have.

For now.

When the time comes,

I'll find you.

I'll see you again, Mr. Marlott.

May God walk with you.

And with you,

Esther Rose.

All right, my beauties!

Look sharpish!