All language subtitles for The Suspicions of Mr Whicher s01e02 jane.eng

Remember what I told you?

Get it for free first.

I know, I will ask him,
I'll ask him.

Just be polite.

We'll see, we'll see. Just remember
what I told you. Get in there.

Excuse me, may I ask you a question?

My niece,

have you seen her?

And you?

I'd remember someone like that.
Thank you.

Excuse me, I'm sorry, I'm looking
for my niece. She's 16.

A bit fancy, isn't she?

She's got dark hair. Oh!

Get off me! What do you think you're
doing?! Get off! Give that back to its rightful owner!

I haven't eaten in three days.
Can you let me go?!

Shall I find a constable? No.
Are you sure? Yes, please let him go.

Well, it's your lucky day, boy.
Off you go.

That's very generous,

but I don't think you should be in
a place like this.

I have no choice.
Why? I'm looking for my niece.

She's only 16,
she knows nothing of this city.

Why would she come here?
It's a private family matter.

If I can be of any help to you...

Who are you?
My name's Whicher.

I think we should
continue this conversation outside.

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Is Chief Inspector Williamson about?

He's a busy man. He doesn't
generally deal with the public.

He's not the public, son.
Mr Whicher.

How are you?
Very good. Follow me.

How've you been keeping, sir?

Fighting fit, Sergeant.

And "Sir" no more.
So the commissioner decreed.

Some of us beg to differ.
Ah.

Come in.

A visitor for you, sir.

And... a letter for signature.

Jack? Dolly.
George. Jack.

Well, it's good to see you.

I've been meaning to look you up.
What have you been up to?

Oh, this and that.
Really? Which this, which that?

I do a lot of walking, gardening.

Good Lord, really? What do you grow?

Anacamptis, calanthe.

- Species of turnip?
- Orchid.

Not missing the job, then? No, no,
the job's history to me, George.

So what brings you here? I came
across a lady earlier in Angel Lane.

Oh, you wanna be careful of them.

Spencer her name was.

She was looking for her niece,
a 16-year-old girl called Mary Drew.

She'd come to town in search of
a young lad called Stephen Gann.

The aunt seemed to think she was in
some real trouble, only when

she reported it at Leman Street,
they didn't seem that interested.

I didn't think that was right.
Unless she's been the victim of a serious crime,

it's not a matter for
the Detective Branch. I understand,

but you could at least follow it up.
I will, I will.

Well, we should... er...
catch up over a brandy sometime.

You know where I am.

I'll see you out, Mr Whicher.
George. Jack.

The lady's name again, sir?
Mary Drew.

I'll make sure the men are told.
Ah, good man. Thank you.

Are you expecting anyone?

No.

Mr Whicher? Yes.
A note for yer.

Who gave you this? A police sergeant?

All right, don't answer that, son.

Thank you, sir.
All right.

Uncle Jack? What's happened?

Oh, probably nothing.
At this hour?

I won't be long.

Keep the change.

Thank you, guv'nor.

Thank you.

I believe you have a lady by the name
of Susan Spencer staying here.

It's very late. I realise it's late,
but it's important I speak to her.

Very well. Come in.
Thank you.

I'm very sorry to disturb you
at this hour. What is it?

A young woman's been found,
in Angel Lane where we met earlier.

She's been a victim of an assault.
She gave her name as Mary.

Oh, no.
It might not be her.

If you can describe her, tell me
what she was wearing, I could go - Where is she?

In the care of a doctor. I must go
to her now. Can you take me?

Please - I don't -
I must see her!

Yes, of course.

Whoa!

Walk on!

Hello, Jack?
This is Inspector Lock.

This is the lady I mentioned,
Miss Spencer.

I'm afraid the girl's injuries were

much more serious than
we first thought. What injury?

A knife wound.
Dr Beattie did his best, but...

She's dead?
I'm afraid so.

These were wrapped around her wrist.
May I see them?

Are they hers?
I don't think so. Let me see her.

This is not Mary.

How do you know?
I simply do.

Poor girl, whatever happened to her.

Thank you anyway.
I'd like to return to my hotel.

Miss Spencer, please,
if you would...

To eliminate all possible doubt.

Miss Spencer?

It is your niece, then?

Oh, my darling girl,

what happened to you?

And your baby?

Would you like to sit down?
Come and sit down. All right.

I'd hazard she gave birth
a day or two ago.

The baby could still be alive?
Yes, but how long it'd survive without its mother's milk...

Who was the father of the child?

His name's Stephen Gann.

He comes from
the same village as us. Oakwell.

What does he look like?

He's 19. Tall, dark hair.

We'll do our best to find him.

And, of course,
we'll search for the child.

As urgently as you did for Mary?

We'll spare no effort,
you have my word.

May I have a moment, Mr Whicher,
please? Yes, of course.

I'll be waiting just outside.

You have connections with
the police? Yes.

Yet you are not a police officer
yourself? I used to be.

Tell me why I should have any faith
in them after this?

They're good men. Mary was
all I had left in the world.

There's a child. I know,
but what could have happened to it?

I will do everything I can
to help you.

Thank you, Mr Whicher.

Yes? I'm making enquiries
about a young lady called Mary Drew?

No, I'm sorry.
She was recently with child. No.

Yes? Hello, I'm enquiring about
a young lady called Mary Drew?

No, can't help you with that.
Nobody of that name staying here?

Morning. I wonder if
you could help me?

Men aren't allowed on these premises
without Rev Marlow's permission.

Can you tell him I'd like a word?
He's out.

When will he be back?
Sorry, I don't know.

I'm seeking information about a young
woman and her child. And you are?

My name's Whicher.
Reverend Marlow. Which young woman?

Mary Drew her name is.
She was found murdered last night.

Murdered? Oh, how dreadful.

Sister Anne came across her in
the street the day before yesterday.

She was in an abject state. I had
no hesitation in taking her in.

But then, that same afternoon,
she went into labour.

A midwife was called and the child,
a little boy, safely delivered.

Then, when we found Mary
was missing, we put him into the care of another resident.

She was a common prostitute
until I took her in.

But she has a child of her own
and milk enough for two.

Oh, thank God.

I was in here. I didn't even know
she'd left the building.

Why did she go out?
I don't know.

Sister, do you?

She wanted to see someone,

so I let her out.
See who?

The father of her child, Stephen.

That was foolish, Sister.

She was desperate. He'd threatened
to break off all contact with her,

even flee the country.

When I saw them,
this was before she had the baby,

she was following him
down the street, pleading with him.

He was drunk, angry,
trying to get away from her.

Where was this?

Near the Factor's Inn. She knew
he'd been sleeping near there.

He pushed her to the ground and ran.

I went to help her,
and I could see at once

the shock had brought her labour on.
After she had the child,

she was convinced that if only she
could persuade Stephen to see it...

But to allow her out in such
a condition, so late at night.

You knew the young man
was dangerous.

She kept saying...

She kept saying
there was another side to him.

Gentle,

loving.

She believed,

she believed she could save him
from his darker self.

I knew it was a risk.

I gave her a rosary for protection.

This one?

Thank you.

Inspector Lock and his team
are doing everything they can.

He's a most able detective,
and he has asked me

to assure you
this murderer will be found.

I was just explaining to
Miss Spencer that Inspector Lock and

his officers are doing everything
conceivable to find the murderer.

I'm afraid there's no news of
the baby yet. The baby's been found.

Oh, thank God!
Yeah.

At a refuge for women where Mary'd
been taken in. He's well.

A little boy?
Yes.

Mr Whicher, you don't know...

I hardly dared hope. Thank you.

Yes, well done, Jack.

It seems that
shortly after giving birth,

Mary went out to find Stephen
and... er... she never came back.

I knew it. You have to find him.

We intend to.
His description's been circulated.

Now, Miss Spencer, may I ask, would
Mary have had any valuables on her?

This is not a robbery,
Chief Inspector.

We have to look at
all possibilities.

The only jewellery she wore was
a gold locket that I gave her.

Can you describe it for me? Oval
shaped, encrusted with emeralds and pearls. It has her initials on it.

So quite valuable then?
I tell you, this is not a robbery.

Well, she wasn't wearing it
when she was found.

I have no faith in your enquiry. I'd
like you to investigate her murder.

I'm afraid that won't be possible.
Why not?

Our Commissioner takes a very dim
view of private inquiry agents.

I'm no longer accountable to him.

But if you were to work for this
lady, you'd be accountable to her.

Miss Spencer, I was involved
in a case.

A young woman committed a murder
and I failed to secure a conviction.

I became an embarrassment to them.
I wouldn't want to be one to you.

From what I've seen, I have
no reason to believe that'd happen.

I will pay you, of course.
I'm not concerned about money.

Please just say you'll help me.

If that's what you want.
It is.

Then I shall.

Good morning, Mr Whicher.
Good morning.

This is Mary's aunt, Miss Spencer.
My niece, Charlotte,

will be looking after the baby
until Miss Spencer can make arrangements at home.

Come in. I'll get him for you.

Does he have a name?
Mary called him Stephen.

Thank you for looking after him
and for trying to help Mary.

I am sorry.

Good morning, Miss Spencer.
Good morning.

We'll get on our way.
Shall I take the baby?

I shall be returning home
to the country later.

You will write with your progress?
Yes, of course.

Good day.

Sister Anne, was Mary wearing
a gold locket?

A locket, yes.
She never took it off.

Did anyone else here, apart from you,

know she was going to meet Stephen?
I don't think so.

If I might ask you the same question,
Rev Marlow? I've already done so. The answer was no.

Thank you, you've been very helpful.
I don't think either of us have any further business here.

I'll continue my investigation.

Ah, Toby.
You.

That's right, me.
I thought you'd died or something.

Sorry to disappoint you
but I'm very much alive,

looking for help from an old friend.
Last time I saw you was in court. Six months I got.

You'd have got double that
if I'd not put - What do you want?

A piece of jewellery's gone missing.
I'd like you to keep your eyes open.

There'd be something in it for you,
of course.

It sounds interesting, Mr Whicher.

The murder the other night,
did anyone see anything? No.

The girl who was stabbed outside.
Did anyone see anything?

No, nothing. Not me.
Nothing, not me.

No.

There was a brutal murder of an
innocent girl...

..just outside the door! Some of you
must have seen something?!

You?
No.

You?

Did you see anything? I've already
told the constables what I know.

What did you tell them? It was no-one
round here who did it. Aye.

Just tell me what you saw.

I was taking a barrel out,
heard a scream,

went to the door, and there he was,
just opposite the lane.

There who was?
I've never seen him before.

Describe him to me?

Young lad, tall, thin. The girl was
lying in front of him. Next thing I know - That's not right.

A constable approaches, challenges
him, the lad scarpers. Which way?

Towards Gibb Lane, I think.
The constable went after him but they say he lost him.

I could see the girl was in a bad
way so called for the doctor.

No, that's not right.

No, I was having a piss in the
alley, heard this noise in the lane.

I come up to look and there's
a fella crouched down just outside here. I dunno if he saw me.

At any rate, he ran off. But I
didn't think he was tall and thin. He was more fat, barrel-shaped.

No, he wasn't. Yes, he was.
Did you see his face?

No, he was gone in a flash.

Then I looked to see
what he was running from.

She was just lying there.
Anyone else? Any other witnesses?

Not that I saw, but you've
asked enough questions. Out.

Nosey bastard.

Good day, sir.

I'm looking for Stephen Gann.
What would you want with him?

I'd like to speak to him
about the murder of Mary Drew.

Murder?
Yes.

Well, what happened to her? Well,
that's what I'm trying to find out.

I told her not to follow him. You
told her? When did you see her last?

About five days ago.
She came here looking for him.

Asked if I knew where he was.

I told her, God forgive me.

Has Stephen been here since?

No. Lord, that family's cursed.

Cursed? In what way?

His mother died,
the father got hanged for murder.

His grandfather went...
and got put away.

Who did Stephen's father murder?

Him that lived in the big house.
A fellow called Spencer.

Richard Spencer.

Is Miss Spencer home?
My name's Whicher.

I'll go and see. Wait here, please.

Come in.
Thank you.

Your hat?
Oh.

Follow me, please.

Do you have news?
Has Stephen been found? No.

I spoke to a Mr Finch?
He told me something of interest.

He said Stephen's father murdered
his neighbour, a Richard Spencer.

He was my father.

You didn't tell me?
I don't find it easy to talk about.

You must tell me everything if
I'm to find out whether Stephen was responsible for Mary's death.

I don't believe there's a "whether".
The fact Stephen's father was a murderer doesn't make him one.

I think you'll find evidence.
The more open you are with me, the more likely that will be.

Do you understand? So how did
your father's murder come about?

There was an argument
between my father and William Gann.

Over what?

Our families had been in dispute
for years over a spring

on the boundaries of our properties.

I was told
they met in the lane one night.

You were told? Where were you?
I was away at school.

William struck my father,

tried to make it look like
a robbery.

He took his purse and hid it.

But it was later found by
a constable in his room.

How much did Mary know of all this?

Very little. She only came
to live with me two years ago.

Where was she before?

She was my cousin's child,
her parents died.

I was unmarried, but I thought
I could give her a good home.

I'm sure you did.

Then why did she feel the need
to turn towards that young man?

He deceived her,
and I should have warned her.

I don't mean to cause you
any distress.

You mustn't let it
inhibit your investigation.

Mr Finch told me
that Stephen has a grandfather.

Does he have any other family?

There's an uncle, Thomas.
He left a long time ago.

Where did he go?
London, I believe.

Thank you.

Doctor?

May I see the post-mortem report
on Mary Drew? Post-mortem report?

I've already sent it to the police.

Then if I could have a word
about the nature of her injuries?

I'm sorry, it's a police matter.
You'll have to talk to them.

I really have to go. It's urgent.

Who are you?
My name's Whicher.

I'm making enquiries into
this young lady's death.

Are you a copper?

No.

- Did you know Mary?
- Yes.

Are you Stephen Gann?

Where's the baby?
The baby's safe.

Thank God for that at least.

Do you know how she died?
I didn't kill her.

So who did?

You are a copper, aren't you?

I swear I'm not, Stephen.

All I want for you to do is
explain to me what happened.

Get back!
Stephen, no.

Ooh! Argh!

Sir.
Parker.

For the love of God!
Sorry. I shouldn't have let him get the better of me.

Why were you at Dr Beattie's?
I asked to see the post-mortem report. He wouldn't allow it.

She was stabbed, once,
lower abdomen.

I understand.

The wound matches this knife.

Stephen had it.
I managed to get it from him.

A man at the Factor's Inn saw
someone matching his description.

One witness saw someone completely
different crouched over the body.

There are contradictory accounts.
I will resolve them.

I will get this murderer,
but you can't blunder about in my investigation!

So if I had any more information,
you wouldn't want me to pass it on?

Whicher?
Commissioner.

How are you?

Very well, sir.
Good, good.

What brings you here?

Um... The murder case on Angel Lane.
I'm aware of it.

I have information I thought might be
of interest to Inspector Lock. I'm sure he'll appreciate it.

The Detective Branch
will always listen to information from the public.

My office in five minutes,
Chief Inspector.

Sir.

What's going on, Jack?
I think I just explained it.

You know what he thinks of
Private Inquiry Agents.

He'd shut the investigation down
if he thought we were assisting you.

It's very clear you aren't.
Good. My obligations to you as a friend are now exhausted.

I am telling you,
as a police officer,

formally to stay out of
this investigation.

Well, if your obligations as a friend
are exhausted, then so are mine.

Usual?

I'm sorry.

I'm sure Dolly is, too. That was
a low blow from the Commissioner.

Appreciate it, George.

I think it's madness to be
working against one another.

I want to solve this case
as much as you.

I don't see why we can't cooperate.

As long as no-one upstairs
finds out.

I don't see why they should.
Good.

You said you had
further information.

I went to Oakwell.

16 years ago,
Stephen's father committed a murder.

The victim was Miss Spencer's father.

Stephen's uncle is
a grain merchant in the city.

I think we should pay him a visit.

Mr Gann? Yes.
Detective Inspector Lock.

I'd like to talk to you
about your nephew Stephen. I see.

Please follow me.

Stephen came here
the day before yesterday.

He was in a desperate state.

Why?

He told me he had got
some poor girl with child.

Is this the same girl
that was murdered? I'm afraid so.

Said he wanted money, take ship,
leave the country.

Did you give him any?
No.

No, I told him he must
stay and face his responsibilities.

I have tried with Stephen
over the years.

I've tried very hard, but I'm afraid
he's a deeply troubled soul.

What about his grandfather?
Did Stephen try to contact him?

No, Stephen doesn't know
where he is.

Over the years, my father has become

increasingly afflicted
by the memory of past events.

Do you mean the murder of Richard
Spencer by your brother? Yes, I do.

It was decided to commit him
to an asylum

and that contact with Stephen
would not help.

I pray that my family has not done
further injury to Miss Spencer.

I'm afraid we must speak with
your father. No, please.

He's found tranquillity now and
I beg you to leave him in peace.

I'm afraid we must. Don't worry,
Mr Gann. We'll tread softly.

Where is this asylum?

Hopewood House.

Good morning, Mr Gann.
Good morning.

All right, Jack?
Yes.

Good morning, Mr Gann. Dr Casement
is through here. Thank you.

Check the rota
and see what you can do.

Good morning, Dr Casement.

Mr Gann, how nice to see you.

This is Inspector Lock
and a Mr Whicher.

They wish to speak to my father.
It's an important matter. They've promised not to be long.

Very well. Follow me.

Has Mr Gann had
any visitors recently?

I can assure you
Joshua has had no visitors,

apart from his son, who is devoted
in his attention. I'm sure.

And too modest to have told you
what a great benefactor of this place he is.

The gardens, the music room,
are all funded by him. Serenity is the aim at Hopewood,

and that is what you've helped us to
achieve. Our regime is founded on kind and preventative treatment

and the avoidance of all excitement.
I understand.

We only need a brief word.
I'm not sure how easy that will be.

Joshua's periods of lucidity
are rare.

Joshua, good morning. I have some
visitors for you. Morning, Father.

These two gentlemen
would like to speak to you.

Mr Gann. I'm Inspector Lock.

I'm a police officer,
do you understand?

We're here to ask you about Stephen.
Stephen?

I wanted to verify that you haven't
seen or heard from him lately.

Verify? I don't like verify.

Please, don't say verify.
Only God sees, only God can verify.

He's scared.
Joshua can't talk when he's scared.

This is exactly what I feared.
He talks to me. and Mr Machin.

Cos we don't scare him.
Who's Mr Machin? He works here,

except he's gone now.

Robert, these gentlemen
are here to talk to Joshua.

Oh dear,
I don't want to cause trouble.

I'll obey the rules,
whatever they are.

Thomas has done nothing wrong.
We know that, sir.

It's Stephen that concerns us.
Not Stephen. No, no, no, no.

Here he is. Here's Mr Machin.

The gentlemen aren't interested,
Robert.

Mr Machin is a pleasant young man,
conscientious.

But I fear
not up to the demands of the job.

I think you must finish it now.

Thank you, Robert. Yeah.
Yeah.

Toby?
Mr Whicher.

What have you got for me?

Do I see your eyes light up,
Mr Whicher?

Where did you get this?

Oh, definitely a little twinkle.

You said there'd be
a little something in it for me?

Oh, yes.

There you are.

Where did you get it?

Clarence Shaw. Do you know him?

Yes, I do.

Where's Clarence Shaw?
Upstairs, first floor, guv.

Is there another way out of this
building? Nah, I don't think so.

Clarence. How are you?

Never better, till I saw you.
I know you're a busy man, we'd just like to talk. About what?

What you were doing on Angel Lane
just after ten last Friday? I wasn't nowhere near there.

So how did you come by this?

I never seen it before.

You don't sound that sure to me,
Clarence.

Sergeant!

Where are you going, Shaw?!
All right, all right! Handcuffs!

A woman has been murdered.
It's nothing to do with me!

I think it has.
You followed her there. No!

You waited for the right moment
and grabbed her. No!

Held a knife to her, she tried to
break free, you stabbed her. No!

She fell. You knelt down,
tore the locket from her neck,

then you heard someone shouting
at you, so you ran. That's not what happened!

But you were there, weren't you?

Clarence.

What did happen?

All we want is the truth.

Look, I was on my way to the Inn.

I found this girl,
she was just lying there.

I thought she was drunk.

I know how you like a pretty girl.

I thought she was drunk.

I...
Go on.

I went to touch her.

Lifted her skirts.

That's when I saw the blood,
but it wasn't me, I swear it!

But you took the locket, didn't you?
I didn't kill her!

You followed her, stabbed her,

violated her, robbed her,
then ran away and left her for dead.

I never stabbed her!

Clarence Shaw, I'm charging you
with robbery, assault and murder.

God help you.

Come, Jack.

I did take the locket.

But I ain't a murderer.

All right, Clarence.

Should I be worried about you,
Uncle?

Hm?
I've seen that look before.

You know, during your...

..- bad time.
- No,

don't worry about me.

Whoa! Whoa!

Easy.

Morning, sir.
I'm looking for Joshua Gann.

No, no, no, looking.

Hello, I'm looking for Joshua Gann.
Do you know where I might find him?

Joshua? Joshua?
Yes, by the cemetery.

Very good. Thank you.

I'll get Dr Casement.

Busy, gentlemen? Joshua says
I'm doing this all wrong.

Well, if a job's worth doing,
eh, Joshua? Exactly.

Was Stephen a good worker?
Oh, yes.

Used to help out round the farm?
Oh, yes, indeed.

A willing lad.
You were very close?

I'll obey the rules, I... I promise.

I'm sure you will, Joshua.
I don't want to alarm you.

He scares easily, sir.
Since Mr Machin left? Yes.

Do you still have the photograph,
Robert? Yup.

May I see it?

Here you are.
Thank you.

Where did he go? Didn't he like it
here? Was he running away? No.

He had a letter.
A letter? From whom?

Joshua?
Yes.

Who was the letter for, Joshua?
Was it for Stephen? Was it, Joshua?

Questions.

Don't ask me questions. I'm very
sorry, I didn't want to alarm you.

We think something bad might
have happened to Mr Machin.

Why do you think that?
It used to be his favourite thing.

He said he'll teach me.
Right.

It's a whistle.

Where did you find it?
Here.

When we dies,
this is where they bury us.

Joshua, you asked Machin
to contact Stephen.

What was it you wanted to tell him?
Please, Joshua?

They have turned his mountains
into a wasteland.

What do you mean?

Robert, may I borrow this photograph?

I promise I'll give it back to you.

So impressed by my regime
you decided to come back?

I just wanted another word
with Joshua, sir.

I hope it's been fruitful,
but I can't have you just coming here and disturbing my patients.

I understand. He still seems very
anxious, especially about Mr Machin.

Why would he leave without telling
anybody? I suspect he felt guilty.

In this work
one can get too close to patients.

He had family in Canning Town,
perhaps he went back to them.

And then there's this.

Robert said it was Mr Machin's
most treasured possession.

He said he found it discarded here
in the dirt by this grave.

You clearly have a very vivid
imagination, Mr Whicher.

But it appears to be
running away with you.

Now, if you wouldn't mind?

Thank you, Robert.
That's all right. Good day, gentlemen. Goodbye, Mr Whicher.

You're suggesting the attendant,
Machin, could be in this grave?

Along with the rightful occupant,
yes.

How is this connected to Mary Drew?
We have charged somebody with that murder.

I'm not convinced Shaw did it. Joshua
wanted to send Stephen a message,

and the man tasked with that job
has disappeared.

You really think that I should ask
to have this grave opened based on this theory?

The soil is freshly turned, it
couldn't be easier to put a body in there. I think we have to do it.

Which, to be honest,
coming from a detective with Jack's experience, is good enough for me.

Tsk.

I know this is difficult for you,
but I'm not asking this as a favour to a friend.

Nor am I agreeing for that reason.

I'm doing so on the advice of
one of my most trusted detectives.

Of course I'm not happy about it.

Disturbing a person's
final resting place on a whim. It's more than just a whim.

A whim, inspired by the imaginings
of a sick old man and an imbecile.

And taken up, I understand, by a man
who was thrown off your force.

I'm not interested in discussing
Mr Whicher's past. You should be.

I'm used to dealing with delusional
people, but as patients, not like this.

This is a police decision,
and I stand by it.

You two, start digging.
Get in there.

Yes, sir.
Sir.

You, spoil on the other side.

Yes, Sergeant Parker.

Raise it and open it. I fear
you're adding insult to injury.

I want that coffin opened.

Very good, sir.

On three.

"I am the resurrection
and the life, sayeth the Lord;

he that believeth in Me,
tho he were dead yet shall he live,

and whosoever believeth
and live in Me shall never die"

Satisfied?

Put it back. Reinstate the grave.

Reinstate this grave you might.

I'm afraid you may have rather more
difficulty reinstating the reputation of this gentleman.

The human mind, when damaged,
can play terrible tricks, Whicher.

I fear yours is very badly damaged.

Right, boys, let's get her back.

How Chief Inspector Williamson
could possibly have agreed to this I do not know!

I persuaded him there was sufficient
evidence to open the grave.

Then you're an utter fool, Lock,

particularly as you did it
on the say-so of Mr Whicher.

It may have been his idea,
but I supported it.

Even though he's no longer
a member of the force? I may no longer be that,

but I'm acting as
a private inquiry agent for the aunt of the murdered girl.

A private inquiry agent?

That's correct.

Is this lady aware of
the Road Hill House case,

and your discharge on the grounds
of mental unfitness?

She's aware of my past, yes.

Then I suggest you explain to her
that you have discovered

you are still entirely unfit for
any kind of detective work,

apologise to her and withdraw
so that my officers can complete

their enquiries unhindered by you
and your delusions!

You didn't have to do that,

stand up for me in front of Mayne.
You'd have done the same for me.

It won't have done
your prospects much good.

It's you that I'm worried about.

I... I feel a responsibility.

When it's a murder,
you want more than anything else

to bring some kind of peace
to those left bereaved.

You've done everything you can
for Susan Spencer.

It's time to think of yourself.
There no peace without the truth.

I have to keep on. Not when
you're chasing shadows, Jack.

This isn't easy to say,

but wasn't the reason you found
the Road Hill case so hard

because there was a dead child?

And it brought back your own loss.

I thought it was a mistake when you
took Mary's child under your roof.

Because I can see that
that grief is still there.

For your own sanity, Jack,

just drop the case now,

go back to your garden.

It's you that needs to find peace.

I've just come to collect the baby.
Oh,

of course.

Miss Spencer,

with regret I must tell you that
I wish to withdraw from the case.

No. Why?

Well, um...

I'm afraid of letting you down.

And I'm afraid...
Of what?

I'm afraid of finding
out that I can't do this anymore.

Mr Whicher.

My apologies.

Inspector Lock has charged a man
with Mary's murder.

Do you think he did it?
I don't know.

I fear that... um... my judgment
and my instincts are gone.

I've let you down.

Is there nothing I can do
to change your mind? No, no.

In which case, Mr Whicher,
I must settle with you.

You don't owe me anything.
I always pay what I owe.

My lawyer will write to you.

Will you take him to the carriage?
Yes, ma'am.

I will be with you directly.

It's Mary's funeral
the day after tomorrow. All right.

You must still feel free to attend.
Yeah, yeah.

Thank you.

"For as much as it hath pleased
Almighty God of His great mercy

to take unto Himself the soul of..."

A sad day, Mr Whicher.
Yes, it is.

Never thought I'd see
Thomas Gann here.

Why not?

All the trouble his family
caused the Spencers.

I've not seen him in the village

since Miss Spencer's father
was murdered.

He was still living here then?

Ah, yes, he hadn't made
his fortune then.

How did he make his money? Persuaded
his father to mortgage the farm

so he could set up in business.

Course, William would never have
agreed to it.

No, he loved the farm,
he'd never have put it at risk,

but he was in the ground by then.

"Lord have mercy upon us"

"Christ have mercy upon us"

"Lord have mercy upon us"

Amen.

Thomas?
Susan.

I'm so sorry for your loss.
I meant no offence by coming.

Then why did you?
Stephen is my nephew.

I feel a responsibility -
It's too little, too late.

I understand your anger.
How can you possibly understand?

Stephen has destroyed Mary's life,
and mine.

And nothing
I can say or do can alter that,

but I wanted to pay my respects.

But if there were anything, anything
I could offer, I would, Susan.

Yes, I see.

And I thank you for your words.

But nothing can replace Mary
or console me for her loss.

All I have now are the memories
of the happiness she brought me.

Miss Spencer. I have no need of
your assistance, Mr Whicher.

You seem distressed.
Is it any wonder?

You haven't seen Thomas
for a long time.

Not since my father died.

It must have taken some courage
for him to come here? Perhaps.

He's clearly a very different man
from his brother William?

I never really knew William.

You knew Thomas much better,
did you?

You said you wanted to abandon
your investigation?

Well, it doesn't seem
to want to abandon me.

Excuse me.

Stephen?!

Run if you want to run,
I'm not going to fight you. Go on.

I don't wanna run.

Good,

good. Now I'll tell you again,
I'm not a copper.

And I didn't kill her.

But everything that happened
was my fault.

What do you mean?
I used to see her at the market.

I felt... drawn to her.

One day we fell to talking. You know
the history of your families?

Yes, but she was so lovely.

She made me feel clean,
worth something.

We'd steal time together.

No-one knew.

We were so happy.

Then she became with child.

She said we could
make a life together.

I kept telling her it was
impossible, that I was cursed.

I kept trying to break it off
but she wouldn't listen.

You argued and then you killed her?
No.

That's not what happened.
Then tell me what did.

Yes? We need to speak to
Miss Spencer. It's very urgent.

Come on.

Mr Whicher..
Come on.

Why have you brought him here?

Because I think you should listen
to what he has to say.

Why'd I wish to hear anything from
the murderer of Mary? I didn't kill her.

I don't believe you.

Well? Go on, Stephen, tell her
what you told me.

It's true we'd argued.

But after she had the baby
she came back to my lodgings,

said she wanted me to see it.

As we left, I heard a man's voice
saying, "Stephen Gann," I turned.

He came at me. Mary was between us.
He pushed her aside and we fought.

He dropped his knife and ran.
I went after him.

You left her to die in the street?
I didn't know she was hurt.

Are you sure the man intended
to murder you, not Mary?

He said my name.

I lost him, went back to Mary.

That's when I saw she'd been hurt.

Then someone was yelling at me.

I thought he'd come back.
The knife was on the ground.

I picked it up, turned, but it
wasn't the man who attacked me, it was a copper.

I could see he thought I'd done it,

so I ran.

I should have stayed with her.

I didn't know
how badly she was hurt.

I'll never forgive myself
for leaving her.

You ran away,

just as you ran away to London when
you found out she was with child.

No, I went to London because of
the letter. What letter?

"I am friend of you grandfather,
Joshua Gann.

He wishes to convey certain grave
particular information to you

regarding your late father William.

Meet me at the Factor's Inn,
Tuesday night.

Yours truly, Oliver Machin."

Did you go?

No-one came.

So I went to see Uncle Thomas and
told him I wanted to see Grandpa.

He didn't tell me
where the asylum was.

What did you do then?
Spent all I had on drink.

That's... That's when
Mary found me the first time.

I kept telling her to go home
but she wouldn't listen.

I am so sorry. There is nothing
I can ever do to put it right.

Bring in the child.
Yes, ma'am.

Oh, he's beautiful.

Did you murder Mary, Stephen?

No, I didn't.
Look at me and swear.

On my baby's life,

I swear I didn't kill Mary.

Stephen.

Right, come along.

Is this the man
you say stabbed Mary?

No, he was much bigger.

Are you sure?
And he had a red mark on his face.

I saw such a man at the Factor's Inn.

We'll try and find him, see if
he can shed any light on this.

Sir, Mr Gann's here.

Mr Whicher and I have
questioned Stephen at some length. His account is plausible.

Tell them, Stephen.
Tell them what, Uncle?

What you told me
when you came to see me.

I came to see you about the letter.
What letter?

It's from someone who worked in
the asylum, looking after Grandpa.

But I've never seen it before.
What?

You told me about the girl.

How you...

..had stabbed her in some terrible,
squalid argument. That's not true!

You were desperate to leave
the country and wanted money. I never said that!

I refused and begged you
to give yourself up. Why are you saying this?!

None of this is true! It is!
No, I came to you about the letter!

All your life you've been afraid
you're what your father was.

I wanted it not to be true.

I prayed, but now our worst fears
have been confirmed

because you are your father's son!

Parker! Yes, sir.
Lock this man up. No.

Come on, son! Come on, now!

Mr Whicher, you said
they'd believe me.

I lied to you, Inspector,
and for that I'm deeply sorry.

If there are consequences,
then it is no more than I deserve.

There may well be.

Get out.

Goodnight, sir.

I'm sorry, Jack.

It seems Miss Spencer was
right about Stephen after all.

Huh.

What about the letter?

All that proves is that Joshua
asked Machin to contact Stephen.

But he obviously had
something important to tell him.

When I asked Joshua what that was,
he came out with a quotation from the Bible.

"Yet I have turned his mountains
into a wasteland..."

"...and have left his inheritance
to the desert jackals" That's from Malachi.

Remind me of that story. It was
two brothers who hated each other.

Jacob tricked his older brother Esau
out of his inheritance, the family farm.

Did Joshua want to tell Stephen
his father had been tricked out of his inheritance?

Tricked? How?

Did Thomas kill your father
and make William take the blame?

That can't possibly be true.

I believe Joshua thinks it is. That's
what he wanted to tell Stephen,

and Machin was murdered
to prevent him from doing so.

Thomas is not a murderer.
How do you know?

You weren't even there
when your father was murdered. He'd sent you away. Why?

I told you. To finish my education.

Your father died 16 years ago,
the same year that Mary was born.

You weren't sent away to finish
your education, were you?

You were sent away to have a child,

and that child was Mary.

You weren't her aunt,
you were her mother, weren't you?

Weren't you, Miss Spencer?

Your father didn't die
in some dispute over a spring.

He died in an argument with
the man that seduced his daughter.

Thomas Gann.

You asked me to find the truth.
That's all I'm doing.

How could I possibly have
wanted to know that?

Excuse me.

Did Thomas know
that Mary was his daughter?

He still doesn't.

Drive on.

Walk on!

Clarence, do you remember seeing
that young man

the night Mary Drew was murdered?
No.

Do you recall seeing anyone else
around that night, before or after?

Think carefully.

The usual.

The night soil man,

a few drunks,

the good reverend, the odd whore.

The good reverend? Who's that?
Marlow is the name.

Keeps that home for whores
down at All Saints.

He's often out at night
looking for custom.

Good morning, Reverend.
Morning, Reverend.

Another fine day.

Mr Whicher. What brings you here?

Just admiring your diligence.
Morning, Reverend.

Tending to your flock day and night.

Why don't we speak inside?

You said you were in your study the
night Mary was murdered? Correct.

A witness says
he saw you out on the streets.

Then I'm afraid
your witness is mistaken.

Are you sure you didn't discover Mary
was going out and followed her? Why would I do that? You tell me.

Or we could ask your congregation?

Perhaps they might know why a man in
your position would follow young women round the streets?

Of course, as respectable people,
knowing and admiring you as they do,

and for all I know contributing
generously to your mission,

they might say he's simply looking
for women in need of help.

But would they be right?
You're making vile insinuations.

Because I look at you and I see a man
struggling with his conscience.

Over some of the things your carnal
desires have led you to do.

And over the death of Mary Drew.

All I did was tell someone else
where she was going.

Who?

Who?!!

They call him the Captain.

Give me a name!

Henry Creed.

He... takes an interest
in who comes and goes here.

And you give him such information,
do you?

He's a very forceful man.

He asked me to...

look out for Mary Drew,
and to let him know immediately

if she tried to make contact
with anyone.

Who are you?

I'm looking for Henry Creed.
I'd like to speak to him.

What do you want with him?
Anything of his belongs to me.

Have you taken it?
I've taken nothing.

All I want to do is to talk to him.

Do you know where I can find him?

You don't know?

They told me he'd died in the night.

The Resurrection Men took him.

My condolences.

Creed.

Creed...

Oh, here we are,

number one.

What was the cause of death?
I'll check.

Winter fever.

Who authorised the body
to be sent here?

Dr Casement.
Casement?

Are you sure?

Has he authorised any more bodies
to be sent here for dissection?

Yes, on the 9th.

A Samuel Deacon. Suicide.

From Hopewood House asylum.

Do you still have the body?

We should have. Number eight.

This winter cold suits the dead.
They keep very well.

In high summer,
well, you can imagine.

You're in luck.

Thank you.

Good afternoon, sir.

What's he doing here?
Mr Whicher has further questions.

I see. Why's the body of Oliver
Machin lying with his throat slashed

in a London anatomy school under a
false name and false cause of death, certified by you.

This man is discredited - Awaiting
dissection, along with a man

named Creed, brought in earlier
this morning having supposedly died of winter fever.

A death also certified by you.
He is deranged.

Who killed them?
I refuse to discuss this.

Or had them killed? Thomas Gann?
You have no right to be asking me questions,

you're not even a police officer.
Inspector Lock is. He wants answers to the same questions I do!

Put this man under restraint.
Don't be ridiculous.

Take your hands off! Keep hold of
him. He's dangerously disturbed.

Get off! George? George, help me!

I'm sorry, Jack, I can't do that.

George?! Get off me!
George? Get off me!

You have no right to do this,
you have no right! Get off!

Get off!
No!

No!
Help me!

Leave him alone!

What are they doing with you?
Leave him alone!

They'll lock you up!
They'll lock you up!

The door!

Go on!

In you go now, boy!
Come on, nearly there, get in, go.

Get in! Go! Go!
Get in!

Argh!

He will never be vanquished.

Who?

Do you know him, Lock?

Separately,
they were never good people.

Thomas and Lock?

What do you mean, Joshua?

Thomas had done a terrible thing.
He needed help.

Did Lock help Thomas
cover up the murder?

Who else would he turn to
but his friend the constable?

Lock was a constable in Oakwell?

Oh, stupid!

Did he help to plant
the purse on William? For a price.

A price Thomas has been paying
ever since.

An honest son was hanged.

A dishonest one...
got away with murder.

And I stayed silent...

It was Stephen I wanted to tell,
before I die.

Where is he?

Stephen is in trouble.
He needs our help.

You have to get me out of this thing.

I c-can't...
Do you want to help Stephen?

Please, Joshua, undo these straps.

Please, I have to get out of here.

Very good, Joshua.

That's it. That's it, Joshua.

Joshua? Joshua?

Hello, Robert.
Are you all right? Yes. And you?

Yes, Robert, I'm all right.

Robert, Robert,
can you open this door?

I can't. I'll get into trouble.

Please, Robert, do as he asks.

Are you sure?
Yes, Robert, I'm very sure.

All right.

Can you show me a way out of
the grounds where Dr Casement can't see me?

All right.

I'll come back.

Excuse me...

Is this it?
Yes.

Good man, Robert. Now you go back
and look after Joshua. Yes.

Goodbye, Mr Whicher.
Goodbye, Robert.

Lock this gate.

What about Creed? I've attended
to him. He bungled everything.

He could even kill Stephen.
Take my advice and get out.

This business is my life.
Not for much longer it isn't. Where would I go?

To hell for all I care.
Stay or run, it's up to you, but I am finished with this.

I've done enough for you over
the years, Thomas. Open the safe.

Is this all there is?
Yes, without going to the bank.

There's no time for that.
I'm on a boat tonight.

You really are mad, Jack!

All you had to do was keep
out of my way for a few more hours.

Now you give me no choice.

Shoot him.

Do as he says if you want, Thomas.

But there's already more than
enough evidence to convict you.

I can leave the country. But you
can't leave your conscience behind.

It's already robbed you
of any life worth living.

What do you know of my conscience?
I believe every single day, since you

has been one of misery and
mortification. What are you waiting for? Do it! Shoot him!

If you knew the full truth,
you'd put that gun down

and hand yourself in right now.
The full truth?

About Susan.

Susan?

She was sent away because her father
found she was with child.

Your child. Mary.

You're responsible for the murder
of your own daughter.

Just pull the trigger.

He's just trying to dupe you,
Thomas.

You'd never even set eyes on
the girl, she just got in the way.

She meant nothing to you.

Don't tell me she was nothing to me!

Hmph. Give me the gun.

Damn it.

Order!

Now I believe Miss Spencer said
there was a orchard near here.

Shall we try and find it, Robert?

Yes. Are you all right, Grandpa?

We should turn to the left here,
do you think?

Miss Spencer said
this way was a nice walk.

I'm glad to have them here.

I hope they will visit again.

Perhaps Stephen and the baby will
consider coming to live here.

The baby's thriving?
Yes.

Good, good.

And you'd be more than welcome to
visit too, Mr Whicher. All right.

Thank you.
If your work allows it.

Well, I'm not sure
I'll be taking on any other cases.

I think you will.

I'd... better be on my way.

I'll see you out.

Goodbye.
Goodbye.

Thank you.

Oh, Mr Whicher.
Oh.

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