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Those are bite marks.

Flesh torn out with teeth.

This has Bennet Drake's seat.

It was.

As I understand it, the doctors
have passed you fit, inspector.

There is a savaged man found.

Augustus, I have not.

You have been
good, haven't you?

I have.

Will send for a surgeon?

To what end, sir?

For certainty!

That is a luxury in
my experience, sir.

Two small boys
alone and orphaned.

The woman's name, Goluba, was
the word he used for Dove.

What did Mr. Dove's brother do?

Reid believed him to
have been the killer.

I could never hurt
you, Nathaniel.

You will live quiet and
easy until all that may

harm us will be put to rest.

Thank you, Gustus.

Good boy.
Steady.

Morning, Mr. Sumner.

You feeling any better?

Fat ones today.
-Aye.

Mr. Sumner.

I got some jam.

It's black currant.

I got plenty.

You should try for
the market, lad.

Morning, Nathaniel.

Hello, Augustus.

I brought you victuals.

10 peaches, some lemonade.

Edmund Reid,
Augustus, have you--

Not yet.

He is hunted.

Potted meat, apples, cheese.

Did I forget something?

Nathaniel.

I told you how it had to be.

Gustus, Abel was not evil.

Beast, golem, scourge
of Whitechapel.

Abel was not them things.

No.

Abel was not.

He was his boys.

He-- he did right by us.

And see how he does
right by his boys now.

He has borne your sins
for the world, Nathaniel.

How it has to be, brother.

For the victuals, Gustus.

You don't owe nothing.

I've nought else to spend on.

Well, that is a high
class of problem.

Mr. Sumner, he's-- he has
not called for his eels.

Perhaps he has no
want for them today.

Told me his cottage
was just downriver.

Thought-- I thought to
take his eels to him.

He was been poorly, see?
-Did you now?

Gustus, since I've
been here, I've not seen

a single soul but Mr. Sumner.

You've seen me.

Once.

I'm alone here.

It's-- it's not the docks,
the noise, the life.

This life here, it is
only going until Edmund

Reid is reckoned for.

But until then, it is the
best life I can make for you.

You have done me a
kindness, Gustus, I know it,

but he will be
reckoned for when?

Reid is hunted
and will be found.

But while he puts his snout to
the very cobbles of Whitechapel

for scent of you and sniffs at
who knows what trail beyond,

it is best you keep to
yourself, is it not?

I shall bring books for you.

You might visit
with-- with the pup.

The pup?

Yeah, your boy, Connor.

Makes him my
nephew, does it not?

Yes, Nathaniel.
Yes, it does.

Come to the house tonight.

Dinner.

Thank you, Gustus.

I-- I should love
to see your home.

I'll collect you.

Mr. Sumner shall come
for his eels tomorrow.

I have no doubt.

No need trouble him before.

It's good food,
Augustus, very good.

Here.
-No!

Leave him be, Nathaniel.

The pup needs help is all.

It's like this.

The hunger, Gustus, there
are days I feel it abate.

And then it is
there, blade catching

glint, black in my blood again.

Do you think-- do you think
someday it will have gone?

Yes, brother.

I wanna be better, Gustus.

And you shall be.

There are doctors of
the mind, Nathaniel.

After Reid is done with,
we will see the finest.

Thank you, Gustus.

Every day we spend
imprisoned here,

the streets beyond these
walls turn fiercer against us.

Every resident of this borough
made into Shine's henchman.

Oh, this ain't a jail, Reid.

Jail, you get more sunlight.

My playhouse is not your
wastebasket, Mr. Reid.

And if jail seems preferable,
Captain, do please feel

most free to relocate yourself.

Howdy, Thatcher.

Done the knock
for it, didn't I?

Three seconds before the last.

I counted two.

You have something?

Tell me you have something.

I searched for reports
of murders of woundings.

There's not so much as
resembles the animal method.

He-- he's not killed again.

Well, maybe-- maybe Dove
finally put him in the ground,

to-- to protect himself.

No.

No, the bond between them?

He would not.

I know it.

She's right.

Even the wharfinger,
Croker, who raised them,

Dove slaughtered for
his brother's sake.

Wherever he is put, he
will show himself again.

You could have warned us
about the bounty, Thatcher.

Shine don't confide in me
his stratagems, Captain.

The first I heard
of it was this.

This is a hell of an
informant we have, huh?

My apologies.

Sergeant Thatcher, your
efforts are invaluable

and we are grateful for them.

Oh, eternally so.

Best be on my way.

Do you imagine making
the boy feel an ass will

inspire loyalty and diligence?

Perhaps you should leave
managing policemen to me.

If we have need of an
informant in a brothel,

I have no doubt your expertise
will prove invaluable.

You may not think
me ally, but we are

nonetheless for now cellmates.

Miss Hart, do you
not understand why?

Oh, I understand more than
you can know, Mr. Reid.

And I have given you
my word, I will make it

right with your daughter.

I will make it right.

Is this then how
it's going to be?

Slouching and pacing
in distant hope

of some, some thread freshly
loomed from the very ether

to drift down onto
your laps that you

might follow to the lair
of this beast you now seek?

Miss Morton--

This playhouse is
my future and look

at it-- paralyzed and ruined by
the foul poison of your pasts.

Of my past.

Miss Morton, if we have made
things excessively difficult,

then we shall be
gone this night.

I'm going home.

There's food for dinner
and breakfast in my office.

Mr. Sumner.

Sorry, is he here?

My father, he had been
poorly for some time.

Oh.

I brought eels.

Yes, you did.

Wanting pay, then?
-No.

Money?

No, no.

It's just, take the eels.

Caleb, Robin, mister?

Nathaniel.

Nathaniel fished our eels.

Wishes to pay respects.

Dig, boy.

I can help with that.

Thank you, Nathaniel.

May we offer you supper?

No, I must be getting back.

It's no banquet.

stew and potato,
full belly for your hard work.

Thank you.

Jasper Sumner, our
father, a good man.

You're the man of the house
now, Caleb, and of the business.

I'll need help, Pru.

Of course.

Family pulls
together, does it not?

Robin, you'll help
your uncle, won't you?

- Pour the gin, boy.
- Yes, Uncle.

Good lad.

Father used to go
upriver for his eels.

Then you appeared
overnight, like a toadstool.

Well, I-- I used to
live by another river.

How'd you come
upon the cottage?

It was abandoned, I thought.

My brother.

Brother?

Does he fish also?

No, he is-- he's far away.

He took a ship west.

Our father, see, he-- he died.

Then let us say a prayer
for both our fathers.

May they rest at peace.

Now, eat up, all of you.

Miss Sumner.

Excuse my lateness, Nathaniel.

My brother Caleb is
not well this morning.

Ma, did you ask him?

Robin, please.

Nathaniel, without
Caleb, I-- Robin

and I shall struggle to
manage the store by ourselves.

If there was any way you
could-- I mean to say,

there'd be coin
in it, of course.

Selling fish?

Yes, sir.

In Whitechapel?

I should not.

Whitechapel.

No bother.

We shall manage.

Shan't we, Robin?

Good day, Nathaniel.

Miss Sumner.

You're a quiet one, aren't you?

What should I say?

Most folk talk too much.

The-- the boy's father?

The typhus.

Robin was barely born.

I had practiced enough
mothering though.

Mine died bearing Caleb.

Caleb was my babe
before Robin came along.

Caleb wailed when
Robin was born.

Think he thought
he'd lose me too.

Every boy needs their mother.

Mama, the horse.

Oh, now what?

Rest the animal.
Rest him.

It's a stone.

Well, Nathaniel,
eels and now horses?

Is there no end to your skills?

Walk on.

Nathaniel, can you
help with the brazier?

Fresh fish, fresh
fish, freshest in Whitechapel!

Fresh fish, fresh fish.

Eels and pike and
cods and perch!

Fresh fish!

Morning, inspector.

The usual?

This stall here--
no eels better.

Two portions of eels,
if you please, lad.

Coming right
up, Mr. Thatcher.

Fresh fish, fresh fish!

Are you well today,
Mr. Thatcher?

Yeah, Robin, all well.

It's just police
business is all.

See you
tomorrow, Mr. Thatcher.

Will you wrap this tail
for me, please, Nathaniel?

Fresh fish,
eels, pike, cods, perch!

Best in Whitechapel!
Fresh fish!

Thank you for your
help, Nathaniel.

If you have need of
a little extra coin,

we have need for an
extra pair of hands.

Happy to help.

Well, we're both happy.

Walk on.

Let Nathaniel do that.

I always chop fish here.

I need you up
front till Robin's

back from the knife sharpener.

Nathaniel's a quicker blade.

Carpet eels, pike, and perch!

Who wants a good fish supper?

Four pence.

Always overcharge
the bloody Hebrews.

Carpet eels!
Carpet eels!

Mama, I'm hungry.

We're all hungry, boy.

Whining won't fill your belly.

There's a chophouse
on a commercial road.

It's-- it's good eating.
I've got coin.

This is a true
kindness, Nathaniel.

Business must be good.

Did your old man leave a
trunk before he shuffled off?

Caleb, just thank
Nathaniel for your supper.

Seen my brother's boy
eat a chop that size.

You've twice his years.

Where do they live
now, Nathaniel?

Who?

Your brother and his boy.

Um, Hackney.

Shipwrecked, was it?

Said he boarded a ship west.

Before.

Hackney was before.

Where, then?

Far away.

I told you it was
good eating, boy.

For flavor.

Stop!
He snatched the money!

This man?

Money.
Money!

What's afoot here?

Oi, back here with you.

Go on, get after him.

Come back here.
Stop that man!

Nathaniel.

You left this.
-Thank you.

Why'd you go?

I was-- I was afraid.

You're strong.

That's silly.

Is this where you fish the eels?
-Mhm.

Will you show me?

Now, hands, please.

Now, you put the bait in there.
Yeah.

Whoops.

He's a slippery
fellow, ain't he?

Right.

Robin, Robin.
Get yourself home.

Robin, thank you for the knife.

Go on.

Excuse the boy, Nathaniel.

No, there's nought to excuse.

Look, take that one home,
cook it for your supper.

It's the cooking.

You asked the end to my skills.

You can catch 'em by the
dozen, but you can't skin

and gut 'em to.

Well, it's time
you learned, sir.

My father had me
cleaning fish as soon

as my hand could hold a knife.

Here.
You have a go.

No, like this.

That's it.

When Robin was just born, I was
heating his milk on the stove

and very tired, you see.

I'm sorry for
running, Miss Sumner.

From the market.

It's none of my business.

You'd already done plenty.

Then, perhaps you'll see
fit to call me "Prudence."

"Pru," if that's preferred.

I like Prudence.

Was it your father
who taught you to fish?

Mhm.

The man who raised us, my
brother and me, he-- he's

not my father.

Was he kind?

For a time.

My papa was before.

He was a farmer, see.

We had a farm.

Where was that?

Another country far away.

We had tulips, poppies,
yellow stonecrop

made out of pink corn flower.

And bush crickets sang in the
mint fields and leaf beetles.

It was like jewels
in the corn blades.

I was happy.

I think I always
would have been happy.

Why'd you leave?

Men came with fire.

Burned the farm, burned
our home, the village.

Why?

Well, they came to
kill all our people,

because we was-- we was
different to 'em, you see.

Papa's blood was still on
the tulips and the men,

they was-- they was laughing.

Mama ran with us to the
cart, put us in the burlap.

It was dark.

Just screams and.

Who did this?

My brother is--
he's protective.

Caleb.

He cares for his family,
but when he drinks, his--

his temper-- Caleb blames
himself for mother When I fell

pregnant, he held
me arm to the stove

and-- it's only because he
was scared he's lose me too.

He's a good boy.

Nathaniel, he's--
he's a good boy.

He loves me and I love him.

I-- I'd best get back.

Thank you for the
company, Prudence.

We are a small family, But
the door is always open to you

for an hot meal or
a little company.

You are very kind.

You do not need to be
so alone, Nathaniel.

Would you care for a biscuit
with your tea, Mr. Dove?

No, thank you.

And I apologize once
more for the hour,

but I felt this was a
matter best not delayed.

Miss Reid, when you
chose to give me

that letter from
your father, you

performed a noble act for
the policing of this borough.

Please excuse my question, but
do you regret that noble act?

Regret it?

Well, a fugitive he may be, but
Mr. Reid remains your father.

He does, but I
did what I felt was

right, even though what is right
is not always what is easy.

I would just like
to know the truth

Mr. Dove, once and for all.

Thank you, Miss Reid.

You will perhaps understand
the necessity of my questioning

and my satisfaction
at your answer

when I explain the
purpose of my visit.

Mr. Drummond, I wish to
offer you a promotion.

Mr. Dove, I don't know--
I mean, to say thank you.

No gratitude required.

It would be dereliction of
my duty to permit abilities

such as yours to go
undernourished and unrewarded,

Inspector Drummond.

Miss Reid, a toast.

Yes, of course.

I see great things ahead
for you, Samuel Drummond.

Mr. Shine may the
present of Leman Street,

but you are its future.

I expect the Yard itself
should be calling before long.

In fact, I shall see to it.

Of course, there will
be a raise in wage

commensurate with your new
standing, which I expect

may come useful for
young sweethearts

perhaps considering their own
home and, well, to your future.

Demotion?

Sir, Mr. Shine.

Oh, it is, Thatcher.

It very much so is.

Bloody desk, sir?

Hold your tongue
there, Sergeant.

The good Commissioner Dove
has high hopes for Drummond.

And the good Inspector Shine
has low, very low hopes for you.

So get out of that peacock
and frock

and into that there tunic.

Get to it, desk sergeant.

Load the bloody thing.

Bring the drug here, quick.

The pain is--

Thank you, Gustus.

I would not have you
without entertainment.

Though perhaps you have not been
so without entertainments as I

supposed.

Miss Sumner.

Miss Sumner?

The fish-seller's daughter.

Mr. Sumner is dead, Augustus.

Now, I know how he was--
he was poorly, is all.

She was kind.

Kind is she?

How often has Miss Sumner
afforded you a kindness

and what have you
afforded her in return?

No, Gustus.

I swear it.

Only helped with
the fishes is all.

You-- you went to market?

No.
I mean--

Do not lie to me!

Forgive me, Gustus.

This life, however, it
is a kind of prison.

Should I instead have let Abel
give you the blade, Nathaniel?

No, Gustus.

You talk to me of prison?

I swear you will never
know a true prison.

Because if you were find and
caught for what you've done,

your feet shall scarcely
scrape a cellroom floor

before they dangle through
the nooseman's trap.

And what do you think
would become of me?

Would you cheerily
see me on a rope

beside you, when all I sought
was to keep my brother safe?

I only wanted--

If you want a girl,
I can get you a girl!

No, it's not--

But you talk to me, not some
scale-fingered barrow-wheeler.

No.
Not that.

Prudence is not--

I asked you for
little, so little.

Is even that too much
for you to afford me

while I endeavor to clean
up the blood with which you

spattered Whitechapel?

To keep you safe is all.

Don't you see that, brother?

I see it, Gustus.

Mama!

Nathaniel, did not
expect to see you again.

Why?

I've been waiting for you.

Do you mean to harm us?

No.

Why would-- why would you?

Policemen came here,
Nathaniel, looking for you.

The police?

They said not to go near your
cottage in case you came back.

-Go inside, Robin.
-What do you mean "came back?"

They said you were a
fugitive, a danger, that you'd

done thing, that you'd killed.

Prudence.

He said you'd fled.

That's why he came
looking for you.

Get away from here.

Police Inspector said you'd
pissed off from these parts.

Should've stayed away.

Caleb.

You leave us be.

You hear me?

Don't come back here!

Nathaniel, please!
Go.

Please.
No.

Would you like a
cup of tea, sir?

Thank you, Miss Chudley.

Where is the boy?

He's at play in the garden
with his animals, sir.

Connor.

Miss Chudley, Miss Chudley.

Take Connor inside.

Of course, Mr. Dove.

I had no idea he was here.
-Leave us.

Do you remember the cornfields
after summer rain, Gustus?

When the sun returned,
everything shining,

all the glittering lights?

And I would cry at harvest
to see 'em all cut down.

How did you get in here?

Came up a towpath
through the hedge rows.

I thought I'd visit you.

And I found the boy
alone in the garden.

And see how you looked at us.

The fear, as if I'd ever
have it in me to harm him.

He was helping me choose
some blooms, is all.

Blooms for Miss Sumner.

And what you done,
Gustus, that was unkind.

It was for your
own good, Nathaniel.

And yours.

There is no difference.

There always was, Gustus.

There always was.

You stopped Abel's
blade from my throat,

but he'd cut already with
something worse and deeper

when we was boys.

And while you took your lessons,
I was-- I was holding crates.

And while you got your
shiny copper badges,

I was stopping out
wharf latrines.

Abel saw me no better
than a beast of burden.

I am not Abel.

No, you see me as beast of
prey, a beast to be caged.

Well, I can be more
than a beast, Gustus.

I know it.

I feel it.

You are my brother, but
you are not my keeper.

I will stay away
from Whitechapel,

but you, Gustus, you will stay
away from Prudence Sumner.

She is-- she is my friend.

All I ever did was
for protection of you.

Thank you for the
blooms, Gustus.

Prudence will like 'em.

I didn't think you'd come.

Nor I. Your brother?

Yeah.

Why would he say
those things about you?

To keep me away from you.

To keep me away from anyone.

To keep me alone.

My brother, he is
also protective.

And he wants to protect
me, to protect us both,

but he thinks me animal.

And that I will
always be animal.

Is it true, then?
What he said?

I'm not an animal.

It's Gustus, he just--
he wants to keep us safe.

I don't see an
animal, Nathaniel.

I see a hurt, lonely boy.

I did not come here to judge.

I do not want Caleb
to hurt you no more.

And what if we left this place?

Robin as well?

I can't leave Caleb, Nathaniel.

He was my baby boy.

And Robin, he needs him.

Caleb is a good soul.

Sometimes, we-- we can
just love someone too much.

Take off your shirt.

Stand for me.

Beautiful boy.

Shh.
Just lie with me.

Come.

That's it.

Yeah.
Shh.

Yes?

Mimi.

I don't know where
to start, Mimi.

From the beginning,
I would suggest.

All right.

I'm sorry, for
this, for all of it.

I never thought--
if I'd even imagined

that we'd be holed
up thus, I'd have

never knocked on your door.

I'll never be able to--
you've been so goddamned kind,

and it's a kindness that
I never deserved from you.

Funny, we'd always agreed
on so much, Captain.

We'll be gone soon.
I'm sure of it.

And I just wanted
you to know that.

You are a funny trio, you,
Mr. Reid, and your Miss Hart.

You gotta put us on the stage.

There's blood on their hands.

Black in their hearts.

But you, I remember these hands
and the colors of your heart.

I ain't no saint neither, Mimi.

Have you thought, I
wonder, what your life will

be the day you stop running?

I've been running so
long, I can't remember

what it's like to stop.

Do you know what makes
me angry, Captain Jackson?

I mean truly an incandescent
furnace of fury?

It is, that for all your
uncountable faults, deviancies,

downright failings as man and
human being, when you knocked

on my door, whenever
knock on my door,

I feel the best and most
precious part of me leap.

I feel it turn
cartwheels in sunlight.

And the abject grotty
truth I must contend with

is that I'd rather see my
theater in ruins with you

here than have it a
glittering and ecstatic

stage with you far and gone.

I hate you, Homer-- Matthew--
whatever your cursed name

is, I hate you!

Because when you're in my
life, my life seems electric.

And then you go.

And you will go.

Of that, if nothing else
on this earth, I'm certain.

And when you go, those
sunlit cartwheels will

fall once more still and dim.

Leave me to my work, Captain.

One day, this theater
will open its doors,

and I shall try to live
at peace with knowing

you shan't knock on them again.

This tastes very
good, Prudence.

Will you show me more
fishing, Nathaniel?

I'm sure Nathaniel's busy, boy.

No, I-- of course.
Of course, Robin.

I said he was busy.

You stay clear.

Will Nathaniel be helping
on the stool again?

I prefer not to go
out into Whitechapel.

Why?

I do not care for it.

Is it the Jews?

Don't say such things, Caleb.

Pru tells me
you're from abroad.

You're not one of them, are you?

No.

I am not.

'Cause I'll tell you
one thing about the Jews.

They won't buy your bloody eels.

I taught Nathaniel how to cool
eel, just like father used to.

What else have you taught him?

The flowers are
beautiful, Nathaniel.

You're very welcome.

Robin, fill your uncle's cup.

To the top, boy.

Don't waste it!

Caleb.

Go to bed, little one.

Be good.

You've had plenty.

Why is he here?

Nathaniel is our
friend and our guest.

Welcome, friend.

Nathaniel, forgive him.

Forgive him.

He's-- he is a good boy.

He will sleep soon and
I will come to you, OK?

Take him to your tit, did you?

No more!

Nathaniel!

No, Nathaniel, no!

I'm glad, Prudence!

What he does, that ain't right.

Shh, shh.

I know.

I know.

Please, listen to me.

He's my-- he's my--
he's my brother.

He's-- he's Robin's father.

Wh-- what?

No.

Please, please,
you-- you of all men

would not wanna see a
little boy lose his father.

No, Nathaniel!
Stop!

Please, please.

Stop, it stop.

No.

No, no, no.

Robin.
Robin.

Prudence, Prudence, wake up.

Mr. Dove, in the garden.

Who did this?

Nathaniel, no.

No, Nathaniel!

You was right, Gustus.

You and Abel both.

Just let me bleed here, please.

Please, just let me bleed.

Let me bleed.

You're my brother.

Miss Chudley, Miss Chudley!
You're all right.

You're all right.

Miss Chudley!

Wolves, a body in the
snow, had two sons,

frightened the animals,
the youngest son,

clutching at her cold
body, her name, Goluba.