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- Daniel. - Theodore. Ha, ha.

You must be tired.

- I have reams prepared- -No rest, Daniel.

The journey from New York is more comfortable now.

- I have made certain of it. - Oh.

Oh, uh, My associate, Mr. Goodnight.

- Mr. Goodnight. - Sir.

- Shall we? - Oh, uh...

Keys, Charlie.

Do you feel that you require protection in our city, Theodore?

I require it in life.

Lead on, Daniel.

Boys.

The next matter to which we attend.

We find her, there he will be also.

- Shelby. - Sir.

- Mary. - Captain Jackson.

- Afternoon. - Afternoon, sir.

[SIGHS]

- Comfortable? - And what if I am?

He is stiff in Mortis. Which means?

Hobbs?

No less than 12 hours since he breathed his last...

...but no more than three days, sir.

Stevedore pissed on Porter, falls in, drowns.

No, his jacket's too decent for that. His shirt and the trousers, though...

- See this? - Burns.

Bad. But too precise to be fire or water.

From a steam-pipe, perhaps?

Could he be some type of engineer?

- His good coat on over his work clothes? - The lad improves.

DRAKE: He is drowned, however. - You have that right at least, sergeant.

Drowned, drunk, and murdered.

Algae in his lungs, gin in his belly, and we have this:

- Hobbs, give me a hand. - Sorry.

His spinal cord is cut.

One stroke of a thin blade.

- He was paralyzed? - Mm-hm. And put in the water.

He would have kicked for shore, but found himself capable of nothing more than sinking.

- Cruel. Professional also.

-It is the West India Docks he was found? - Yes, sir.

Then did he come in on the tide from the foundry at Bow Creek?

Get on the wires to the caretaker down there. See if an engineer's reported missing.

Yes, sir.

[YELLING INDISTINCTLY]

BRUTON: Gentlemen, identify yourselves.

Police, H Division. Return the favor.

I am Bruton. Fields, my secretary.

Neither of you the proprietor'?

- I pay both Fanthorpe's rent and wage. - In what capacity is he paid?

- He's chief engineer to my shipping line. REID: Which is...?

The Argentine Marine Company.

Your engineer, uh, Fanthorpe. He's a big man? Round 15 stones weight, 2 yards in height?

You have him?

Cut and quartered in our dead room, I'm afraid.

He's dead?!

DRAKE: He was found caught in a sluice over at West India Docks.

What? Drowned?

What was it Mr. Fanthorpe made for you?

The means by which we might save our souls.

You and your wife are bound for the Americas.

Which line do you trust to carry you there?

For comfort, White Star.

Swift Intercontinental for speed.

Twenty years ago, it would not have been so.

You'd have booked passage on an Argentine steamer...

...and not thought twice about it.

Samuel Fanthorpe was to return us those glories.

I'm bound to ask how.

Am I to simply hand you and your man my most prized confidence?

Mr. Bruton, it was not simple misadventure that put Mr. Fanthorpe in the Thames.

It was murder.

Murder?

It is an engine.

Triple-expansion.

To drive a triple-screw propeller.

That power inside us and the time to New York, Buenos Aries would have reduced by days...

...and our competitors nothing more than a sail on the horizon.

Mrs. Fanthorpe!

- Martha. - What?

Would you allow us a moment, Mr. Bruton?

- Martha, would you have me--? - No, Ezekiel Bruton, I would not.

What was it brought you to his place of work today?

His absence from his place of living.

-Find when did you see him last? -Three days ago.

That is some time for a husband not to see his wife.

- Not this husband, nor this wife. - Excuse me, ma'am?

You're married, Mr. Reid?

Uh, lam.

And your marriage is a picture of permanent joy?

No, I, uh...

Uh, Mr. Bruton there, he told me a little of the...

...engine your husband was designing for him...

...and its significance to AMC's future.

- And he had finished the design? - He had not.

It neared completion, however.

This engine...

...was our last hope.

But our lines to South America...

...the steel that sails them, they are not without some value.

And now I must present them to our predators.

And one such has made itself known to your shareholders?

There is an offer, yes.

And you are duty-bound to hear their vote on whether to accept.

Hear and obey. We sit in two days.

Then you understand why I ask who makes this offer...

...as this may be a motive for murder?

The name of his company tripped easily from your tongue.

Swift Intercontinental.

Theodore Swift himself with his Pinkerton entourage...

...arrived from New York to see the deal closed.

Your work travels, Mr. Best.

We picked that up in New York.

- You're American. - You know others similar?

What, in London this year?

[SCOFFS]

As many as there are pigeons shitting in Grovsenor Square.

Huh.

There's a, uh...

There's a man goes about with her.

First I've seen of him.

And she, Miss, um, Hart.

You call her a businesswoman?

- Turn of phrase. - Meaning?

What it commonly does.

She runs whores.

Oh.

- From an address? - Indeed.

Which?

[INHALES DEEPLY]

I know not.

Oh.

[SIGHS]

I want to thank you for your time, Mr. Best.

Oh, you're very welcome.

[GOODNIGHT GRUNTING THEN BEST SCREAMING]

You lie.

She was shook down.

The police tolerate such business...

...but when it rises into plain view, she was moved on.

- To where? - I know-- I know not.

Which is your constant refrain, Mr. Best.

A reporter so ignorant...

...back home you'd be sweeping pencil shavings for pig feed.

Oh, no. No, please--

[MUFFLED GRUNTING]

[MUFFLED SCREAM]

[PANTING]

I find you lie to me, I'm coming far your face.

[PANTING]

[BEST GRUNTING]

[SCREAMS]

Sir, gentlemen. Mr. Bruton. Mr. Fields. Mrs. Fanthorpe.

Please, don't any of you leave London.

But it's not I that will be leaving London, Reid. It is my business.

Shall we?

Constable.

There's something of a chill about Mrs. Fanthorpe which strikes strange.

Get yourself into civvies and keep a watch on her.

Find out if, away from our eyes, she chooses to mourn any heavier.

Yes, sir.

Uh, thank you, sir.

Hmm.

- Artherton, we have the week's papers? - We do, sir.

Ah. Here.

"Swift Intercontinental's Mr. T.P. Swift and his banker, Mr. Daniel Goldman...

...both of whom declined to deny or confirm that the shipping magnates visit...

...had any bearing on the emergency stockholder meeting...

...called by the ailing transatlantic Argentine Marine..."

Oh, Jackson, New York ship-owner name of Swift...

...that mean anything to you?

Your reason for asking?

My apologies, Reid. I, uh, must disappoint, for once.

[MEN LAUGHING]

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Have you found her?

-It was never gonna be easy. - Easy?

Frank, I don't pay you because you know how to get easy things done.

No, Mr. Swift.

Suzanne!

Let's see if you can guess who's visiting on business.

Good evening to you, Captain Jackson.

Best.

What the hell's going on here?

One of your countrymen had cause to separate my ear from me.

A Pinkerton named Goodnight?

You do what you can to fix my head...

...and I shall tell you all we spoke of, he and I.

[BEST GASPING]

BEST: After all...

...what is a Pinkerton but a hired lawman who lives on another continent entirely?

He holds no sway here.

[GASPING]

So why should I hand you to him?

You, Captain Jackson... His value to me is almost beyond compare.

I fail to see how, Mr. Best.

Well, it pertains to our mutual friend Mr. Reid...

...and the steadfast alliance he makes with you.

A kinship so close that his reputation cannot help but be advanced by it.

Well, advanced, or blackened...

...depending on the truth of your own life, captain.

Whose story, is all I ask, how the two of you are bound to this American.

Something that now I have suffered for affording you my protection...

...I would have you share with me.

So...

...now I give you both opportunity to unburden yourselves.

Will you do so?

Or must I reconsider my approach to Mr. Goodnight?

We would like nothing more than to help you, Mr. Best.

But sadly I have not one inkling as to what you refer.

If you wanna go and reacquaint yourself with this Pinkerton and his knife...

...I'm afraid we cannot stop you.

As you prefer.

Madame.

Those sons of bitches!

They cannot do this! I will not allow it.

Fine, just march on down there and tell them all to go to hell.

- Oh, you quip, but I am in earnest. - Just sit down, will you?

You let me do the marching.

The man once called me a friend.

And then. among others, you killed his brother.

Yeah, you know, he was never one to hold a grudge.

I'll shall ask him what he wants.

What if the answer is to kill you?

Then at least we'll know.

Mr. Fields, a face like that will solve precisely nothing.

I apologize, Mr. Bruton. However, I fear for us.

Our survival.

My life savings are bound up in our company's stock...

...and now without Samuel's engine I shall lose everything.

I'm going to tell you a thing.

A secret thing.

Only two men have ever shared its knowledge and one of these now lie dead.

It pertains to Martha.

Mrs. Fanthorpe.

Gentlemen.

[STOCK TICKER TICKING]

Men sank a cable in the sea, here to Nova Scotia.

News arrives from America in instants.

And what do they say, these Americans?

These are encoded stock transactions.

Those from the floor of the Chicago Stock Exchange.

You are Reid?

I am, sir. This is Drake, my sergeant.

And your business here? Urgent, I understand.

With Mr. Swift.

- You know my name? - I do.

Uh, Mr. Swift is my guest in our city, inspector.

Would you have me leave him to you?

That is his choice.

I have nothing to hide.

Name your query.

Accusations made against you.

- Of what? - Conspiracy to murder.

[SCOFFS]

- This is an outrage. Nonetheless it is true.

A man is killed.

An engineer, name of Fanthorpe, contracted to Argentine Marine.

And no doubt it is young Mr. Bruton lodges the claim.

You have men traveling with you, I understand.

I have.

I would be grateful if you would confirm your whereabouts, day and night...

...across the 21st and 22nd of this month.

Yours and your men.

- You can do that? - Gladly.

If you'll follow us, gentlemen.

[MEN LAUGHING]

My, uh, associate...

...Mr. Goodnight of the Pinkerton Agency.

Frank, show these lawmen our transit papers, will you?

As you can see, Mr. Reid...

...we put in to Liverpool late on the day you speak of.

The night, we were aboard the train south.

Well, ha, a relief to have that squared away...

...hmm, ha, ha, inspector?

And for our part, I'm sure we all understand...

...that you must perform your duties.

My apologies, Mr. Swift.

Don't mention it.

Hey, Reid.

You're the jake brought that slumlord to ground a few months back, right?

Read about you in the news.

Way the hacker had it in the story, it was a woman brought this man to you.

Never stated such, but the sense was she kept a cathouse.

And so?

It, uh, trouble you to tell me which, and where?

No. No trouble at all, if I had the knowledge.

We moved her on.

Any notion of where she might have relocated?

Um...'

None.

You heard tell of Miss Hart's whereabouts, sergeant?

No, sir.

You see, Mr. Goodnight?

We'd gladly be of service to you, but we currently lack the means.

Good day to you, sir.

And so?

These Limeys, they lie, they don't lie. Who's to know?

They're like altar boys.

British police?

Not the first likeness which strikes round my way.

I've wiped worse shit off my shoe.

Well, you leave them be right now.

This other matter, there are developments.

A change in the game.

Have Charlie and the boys keep on the search for her...

...while you collect a package for me.

Your American newspapers, sir.

Is there something wrong, Mallinson?

Well, off you go, then.

Let us see if we can find you, my Pinkerton friends.

Afternoon, Frank.

I'd wish you the same, if I knew what they were calling you these days.

How you stand this place, I do not know.

Ah, you grow accustomed.

Other charms reveal themselves.

- I recall it was the one charm brought you here. - Yeah, she moved on.

Decided I wasn't to her liking after all.

You're awful breezy about a woman that cost you so much.

Others too.

What passed that day...

...I never meant it to go like that.

I was sorry for them.

Mourned for William.

Would it make any bones to say they drew on me first?

None.

And when the time comes, you'd best do the same to me.

Well, wouldn't change the upshot, now, would it?

I'm not as quick as you, Frank.

Which is why you find me here.

Came to see exactly what it is brings you by.

If there's a version of the future that includes you and yours heading home happy...

...well, that is me resting easy right here.

We were friends once.

Wouldn't mean anything were we still.

Was she worth it?

I told you, she moved on.

And you forget I was by your side the day you first laid eyes on her.

You expect me to believe you'd lose such a prize?

- I do. - Well, I don't.

Why is it no man in this world will ever trust me?

Maybe they see you for what you really are.

And what is that, Frank?

A low, false, murdering, sonofabitch cocksucker.

I didn't come by here to be insulted...

...so if you don't mind...

...I'll be heading on now.

What, here?

From what I recall, your master might baulk at such a rumpus so near his seat of operations.

I know he would have when I was on his ticket.

Don't think I won't find you.

You and that stuck up boxy.

I have my way, you both will die in this stinking shit pit.

WOMAN: Fresh loaves! Baked fresh this morning!

Goodnight, Goodnight.

"William Goodnight and his men killed in battle by the Pinkerton traitor Matthew Judge...

...following his abduction for ransom of the daughter of Theodore Swift.

His pursues thus overpowered, Judge vanished into the hobo dockside.“

Matthew Judge.

SUSAN: Every ruination my life has ever known, your mark upon it.

All of you, back to your rooms!

We are resting today.

Anyhow, this is all down to you getting your pretty grill in the news.

Oh, no, it is not.

This is down to you getting above your station and making eyes at me.

Well, if we're gonna play by those rules, it's down to you getting born in the first place.

And besides, it weren't long before you were making them right back.

anybody-

Any man other than you would have caused me less trouble.

Any other woman, I'd still be sat in The Roost playing cards with the Goodnight brothers.

But you don't find me bitching about it.

You know, I know a thing or two about the finding of pleasure in this world.

But I gotta tell you...

...your endless ball-breaking aside, those few months...

...they hit the heights for me.

You find me another man still happy to say that to his wife three years after the fact.

You're gonna listen to me.

I'm gonna leave you now.

I'm gonna run some errands, collect a belonging of mine...

...and then I'm gonna come back to you.

And then I'm gonna do what I've done countless times before.

I'm gonna leave this town for another.

You wish to remain unmolested...

...come with me.

[SUSAN GASPING]

[SUSAN GRUNTING]

[JACKSON GROANING]

I'd feel more comfortable if you kept this on you.

You never know when you might need her.

No word of Jackson, sir. Nothing.

Neville over The Bear says he's not seen him all day.

Then strange days are upon us indeed.

What is it, Mr. Reid?

Yesterday...

...before I sent Hobbs out after Mrs. Fanthorpe, I had him dispatch wires.

Mr. Fanthorpe's bankers, his past employers...

...the station where he was raised, here, the institute where he trained.

All and anything that might tell me the details of his life.

And now this, Bradford Technical College with the one fact to report."

...that the man graduated last in a class of 15.

So this is the genius set to transform Mr. Bruton's fortunes is it?

Hmm. We are asked to believe so, yes.

- Mr. Reid, sir? - Hmm?

Your wife begs a moment.

- My wife? - Unless she has a twin, sir.

- Emily. - Edmund, I need your help.

Will you come, to the shelter?

Miss Goren.

- Good evening. -Inspector.

Deborah found them at the foot of Trinity Row.

Who is it did this to you?

Who do you think? A man.

He is a policeman.

Still a man.

And also my husband.

Four of them.

Clipped whiskers and long coats.

Americans.

They had pictures.

And searched for Long Susan.

U“!

[WOMEN SCREAMING]

[MEN YELLING INDISTINCTLY]

MAN: Your mistress-- WOMAN: She's not here, sir.

She's not here, sir!

MAN: Tell me! WOMAN: She's not here!

MAN: Look at me! Get up!

[WOMEN SCREAMING]

MARTHA: No, help!

[MARTHA GRUNTING]

You !

Stop!

Who is it tells me?

Police.

Now, you stand your ground.

No...

...altar boy.

I come for you.

[GRUNTING]

[GOODNIGHT GRUNTING]

[GASPING]

[noses GASPING]

[MUFFLED WHIMPERING]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

I didn't know where else to go.

[ROSE PANTING]

Artherton, why am I roused from my home?

Longshoreman pulled him out of Shadwell Basin.

Where's Jackson?

Men were sent to Tenter Street for him, sir.

- No sign? - None.

The cathouse was empty. Ransacked.

Not the boy.

How, Mr. Reid?

L, uh...

[REID SIGHS]

He cannot have been dead longer than 10 hours, and yet there is mortis.

Uh...

Hmm.

There is something in his hand.

[REID SIGHS]

[REID GRUNTS]

Oh, Hobbs.

Get men to the Fanthorpe warehouse.

And find Mrs. Fanthorpe, the boy was sent to follow her.

- All along that stretch. Miss nothing. - Yes, sir.

[REID SIGHS]

Help me, Bennet.

Wait. There.

His spinal cord was cut.

Fanthorpe had the same.

All dispatched, sir.

The boy was crippled then put into the water to drown.

Sweet Jesus.

Mr. Reid, when you find the persons who've done this...

We may kill them, may we not, sir?

JACKSON: Long day?

The longest.

A day in which your services would have been most valued.

- I can't always be at your side, Reid. - And now will be so no longer, I imagine.

Now that Miss Hart's pursuers are upon her.

You still keep that ring locked in your desk?

Then I'll have it from you.

What little I know of you, I know this: you would not fire on me.

You wouldn't be the first lawman I killed.

Nonetheless you will not kill me.

No sign of Mrs. Fanthorpe, sir. But there was this rag soaked in chloroform.

[sum seams]

And this man? Would you risk him?

It's my ring...

...and I will take it from you right now.

"You are heathen,“ and "Matthew Judge" engraved on the inner.

Drake.

Oblige me, will you?

It was given to me by my father.

Despite all the circumstances, it does feel good to wear it again.

Whoever put the knife in the engineers back, they did the same to Dick Hobbs.

I'm sorry to hear that.

And another fact: he is in mortis no longer than 10 hours.

Before you run, any thoughts as to how this can be so?

Drownings, on occasion, if the water's very cold, and the shock of it all...

"immediate the body can convulse and lock itself immediately...

...in a cadaveric spasm.

Developing into mortis.

- That a service to you? - Yes, it is.

Well, I'm glad of that, at least.

DRAKE: Stop him! Stop that man!

REID: Drake, wait! Wait! Let him go.

- That man? REID: Back to work. Back to work. Really.

Now, there are others more deserving of your rage, sergeant.

The same men pursue Miss Hart as finished Fanthorpe...

...murdered Hobbs, and abducted Martha Fanthorpe.

Now, this spasm just spoke of, it resembles rigor mortis but presents itself earlier.

In which event, this man Goodnight and his master...

...can no longer claim themselves absent from London.

But what have they to gain from taking this woman?

- They wanted the engineer dead, he is. - They weren't in possession of the facts.

Bruton has a secret.

He's been guarding it for years.

It wasn't Samuel Fanthorpe he built his hopes upon. it is his wife. Martha.

She might secure Swift's defeat.

- Then why keep her alive? REID: If I am right...

...a woman like this...

...with the strength to hide herself yet to perform such genius...

...she may be too valuable to extinguish.

If we find Martha Fanthorpe we shall have our answers.

Susan!

Susan?

Susan!

SUSAN: Matthew:

Despite what I have said, your arrival in my life, it is still the greatest happiness I have known.

I go to give them something of what they want from us in the hope they will let you run.

So you do that.

You run.

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

I wrack myself to think why I should not scatter your brains over this fine furniture.

Search the place.

SWIFT: What the hell is this? What are you doing?

DRAKE: Just a few questions.

SWIFT: Get your hands off me.

You take a trip to Bow Creek of late, Mr. Goodnight?

What happens there, Reid?

Women are drugged and abducted.

- A young lad gets killed. - Oh.

Where is Martha Fanthorpe?

I have no idea of who you speak, inspector.

GOLDMAN: Mr. Reid.

You've taken leave of yourself, sir.

And?

Nothing. She's not here.

You put that gun down and you explain yourself.

I'd ask how it is you come to associate...

-...with kidnappers and murderers, Mr. Goldman. - Slander.

- Your proof, inspector. - He has none.

GOLDMAN: Well, Reid?

Justify yourself, man.

- You will burn for this, inspector. - Perhaps.

But if I am right, Mr. Goldman...

...and you have simply sat by to admire the dividend you make...

...from kidnap and murder, so will you.

[FINGERS SNAP]

Thank you, Daniel.

Theodore.

We've worked hard for you here.

And in six hours time, will provide the funds...

...by which Argentine Marine votes itself into your ownership.

That achieved, you and your men will leave.

And you will not darken these halls again.

What?

Will you kill me?

You think me incapable of it?

Ahh, I didn't say that, Caitlin.

So, what is it brings you here?

There's a kindness I'd ask of you.

Kind? Isn't a word you ever had much call to use in my direction.

Let Matthew be.

Call Frank Goodnight and his dogs off.

I invited the man into my home.

Paid his wage to keep watch on you.

So he steals you from me, ships you here to live as a cathouse madam.

Now, you wish me to forgive that insult...

...I'd know what you offer in return.

Myself.

You may take me home again.

And if you still consider me marriageable, I shall divorce my husband--

Uh, should I allow him to live.

- And accept your choice for me.

Whatever's your pleasure.

GOODNIGHT: Theodore, Goldman is sending-- - Frank!

If you or any of your men harm my daughter, you will find yourself outside my protection.

Barnes.

Have them bring in the last week's maritime trades.

All sales of Argentine Marine...

...all acquisitions of Swift Intercontinental.

No, Theodore.

- It was understood. - I understand your rage.

But she is my daughter and I've undertaken to bring you to heel.

- I'm not your dog. - Yes, Frank, you are.

You let Matthew Judge run.

[SNIFFS]

Besides, there's more than one way to skin this particular cat.

If you have the stomach for it.

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

[WOMAN GRUNTING AND GASPING]

[GOODNIGHT GRUNTS]

GOLDMAN: Here.

Just yesterday.

A vast number of Argentine sold at cutdown.

And then minutes later...

...the same trader makes a sizable acquisition in Swift Intercontinental.

Have you been able to discover on whose behalf?

Yeah. An employee of the company itself.

A man named Fields.

[DOOR OPENS]

Mr. Reid.

[WOMAN GRUNTING]

Peek-a-boo.

Mr. Fields. Never make a plan in haste.

Who could blame you once Fanthorpe was found dead...

...of wanting to disencumber yourself from falling Argentine stock?

Did Bruton fail to inform you till after the fact...

...that it was with the lady where the inspiration lay?

[FINGERS SNAP]

I have worked endlessly, every breathing moment of my adult life for that family.

What was I to do?

Watch my entire livelihood go up in flames with no safeguard for my future?

So you went to Swift and told him what you knew.

He promised she would not be harmed...

...and once the sale was completed and he gone, she could be released.

But a man from my company got in their road.

And he paid for it with his life.

Surely this interrogation can wait, inspector?

The shareholders meeting.

They've not started yet, miss.

MARTHA: You have a carriage? DRAKE: We do.

Then show me to it.

And don't "Miss" me, sergeant.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

Shall we go to quiet?

MAN 1: Ahem. This extraordinary shareholders meeting will come to order.

As you know, there is but one item upon the agenda.

Unless Mr. Bruton has anything to say...?

I suggest we move directly to a vote.

All those in favor of forced sale-

REID: Wait there, if you please, sir.

Before votes are cast there are facts you should learn.

BRUTON: Martha.

[ALL GRUNTING]

I'll watch you swing, scum.

[GOODNIGHT GRUNTS]

MAN 2: Gentlemen, calm down. - What is this? Explain yourself, sir.

REID: No. I should allow Mrs. Fanthorpe and Mr. Bruton to do that.

DRAKE: Get him out of here.

Please, gentleman. Take your seats.

May the lady and I have five minutes of your time?

For what purpose, sir?

To show to you, I hope, that all is not lost for our company.

That we assemble an innovation to our engines...

...that will render ours the fastest fleet in all commercial maritime history.

But our engineer is dead, is he not?

BRUTON: Mr. Fanthorpe may sadly be so, yes.

But he is not, and has never been our engineer.

[ALL MURMURING]

That privilege, ours too, belongs to Mrs. Fanthorpe.

A woman?

I am that, sir. Yes.

MAN 1: You have lost all reason.

No, Mr. Bruton. A thousand times no.

BRUTON: Martha, please...

MAN 1: A female engineer? BRUTON: If you'll listen to me.

MAN 1: Never. No, sir.

BRUTON: Please. It'll only take a moment to listen to us.

Gentlemen.

MAN: Stand back, everyone. Stand back. BEST: Inspector.

I'm glad to have found you.

Wanted you to be the first to comment on your employing of Matthew Judge...

...a wanted murderer and the abductor of the daughter of Mr. Theodore Swift.

Mr. Best, I'm afraid the story has moved on a yard or two now.

[REID GRUNTS]

- Nobody move or I'll snap his goddamn neck! - Everybody stay where they are.

[REID GRUNTS]

[GUNFIRE, THEN CROWD SCREAMS]

Next one's in your head, Frank.

Let him go.

[REID GRUNTS]

I let him go, they will kill me.

I will if you don't.

If you do, they're gonna give you what you want most:

Your chance at me.

One shell a man, one shot apiece.

Toss them.

You still got that piece I gave you?

[REID GRUNTS]

Take out all the brass bar one.

Give it to him.

Do it.

You kept in training?

Not so much.

Then I fear for you.

JACKSON: I do work with one advantage, however.

Wanna tell me?

It's my home field.

[CROWD GASPS]

Always were a faker.

JACKSON: Shouldn't have killed the boy, Frank.

[WOMEN SCREAM]

I never knew a man who could make cheating so heroic.

[JACKSON CHUCKLES]

Care to take a turn with me, Miss Hart?

I will.

I know no man named Judge.

I do know a man named Homer Jackson, however.

A police surgeon in this quarter...

...who just took down a cold-blooded, murdering Pinkerton out of New York.

That story enough for you, Best?

For now, inspector.

He was a mad dog, that one.

His actions, no man could control them.

Your bodyguard a lone killer acting on his own whim?

You think that's enough to spare you, do you?

I know it will be.

Think of all the great men who've made fortunes through me, Mr. Reid.

All that I know of them.

All that I will tell from behind your bars.

You will not regret this, Mrs. Fanthorpe.

You have promised me the full expression of my talents and vision...

...and that is all I have ever wanted from this life.

Then you travel in the correct direction.

America will prove much mare accommodating.

Not so stuck in its ways as this place.

A woman like you? You will do very well indeed.

[MAN YELLS]

Wm.

So is this the lot for a bobby's wife, then?

Never knowing when you're like to come home?

Yeah. It can be.

And, uh, as you have said not long past...

...it is not much of a life.

You, uh...

You come to me out of fear, Rose.

Not natural affection.

I know I'm not much.

But I am worth better than that.

Then what is to become of me?

Your mistress is returned to her house.

You can do likewise if you wish.

And if I do not?

If I decide to finish with that life?

Then you must be brave, Rose...

...and look for another.

Now get along with you, girl.

[JACKSON swans]

SUSAN: Chief Inspector Abberline.

This man's rooms. Now.

There.

Another tarts been ripped. Another snitch sends me to you.

[GASPS]

Take him.

REID: Do you think that hanging my American will return your sleep to you?

MAN: Are you so desperate, inspector, that you'd rake through all the suspects we ever knew?

I believe him returned.

What use our work if we cannot care for those we love?

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