05x03 - All the Glittering Blades

[bunniefuu]

Those are bite marks.

Flesh torn out with teeth.

Argh!

This was Bennet Drake's seat.

It was.

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

There is a savaged man found.

'Gustus, I have not.

You have been good, have you not?

I have.

You 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, Guluba, was the word he used for dove.

What does Mr Dove's brother do?

Reid believed him to have been the k*ller.

I could never hurt you, Nathaniel.

You will live quiet, easy, until all that may harm us will be put to rest.

Thank you, 'Gustus.

[Theme music]

[Reeds rustling, birds twittering]

[Flocking birds twittering, insects chirping]

[Man clears throat]

[Cart approaching, man coughing]

Good boy. Go on. Steady.

[Coughing]

[Coughing]

Man: Ah.

Morning, Mr Sumner.

[Bucket handle clatters and water sloshes]

[Coughing]

You feeling any better?

[Sumner sighs]

[Bucket handle clatters]

Fat ones today.

[Exhales]

Aye.

[Coughing] Oh!

[Bucket handle clatters]

Mr Sumner. Um...

Got some jam.

It's blackcurrant.

I got plenty.

It's time for market, lad.

Morning to ya! [Coughing]

Sumner: Left, left, left, left, left. Hup, hup!

Sumner: Hup! [Coughing]

Come on. Come on. Off we go.

[Coughing]

Sumner: Come on! Good boy, Fredrick. Whoa, whoa, good boy.

Keep going, keep going. Good boy! Go on. [Clicks mouth]

[Clock ticking]

[Exhales]

[Alarm ringing]

[Bird caws]

[Birds twittering and insects chirping]

[Clock ticking]

[Birds twittering]

[Clock ticking]

[Sumner coughing]

[Coughing]

[Clock ticking]

[Eels sloshing, birds twittering]

[Bucket handle clatters]

[Sighs]

Morning, Nathaniel.

Hello, 'Gustus.

I brought you victuals.

Tin peaches... [Sighs] some lemonade...

Edmund Reid...

'Gustus, 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.

But... we 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.

[Dove chuckles]

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 'em today.

Told me his cottage was just downriver.

Thought, um...

I thought to take his eels to him.

He has been poorly, you 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, and I'm...

[Sighing] alone here. It's... it's not the docks, the noise, the life.

This life here, it is only 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... 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?

[Chuckles]

Yes, Nathaniel. Yes, it does.

Come to the house tonight.

Dinner.

Thank you, 'Gustus. I...

I should like to see your home.

[Chuckles] 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, 'Gustus... [Chuckles] very good.

Here.

No!

Leave him be, Nathaniel.

The pup needs help is all.

[Quietly] Here you go.

It's like this.

You see that?

[Sighs]

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

And then it is there... blade catching glint... black in my blood again.

[Sighs]

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

[Drum beats]

Yes, brother.

I wanna be better, 'Gustus.

[Drum beats]

And you shall be.

There are doctors of the mind, Nathaniel.

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

Thank you, 'Gustus.

[Drum beats]

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 gaol, Reid.

Gaol, you get more sunlight.

My playhouse is not your wastebasket, Mr Reid.

And if gaol seems preferable, Captain, do please feel most free to relocate yourself.

[Slow knocking]

[Cocks g*n]

[Door closes]

Howdy, Thatcher.

[Sighs]

Done the knock right, didn't I?

Three seconds before the last. I counted two.

You have something? Tell me you have something.

I searched reports of murders, of woundings.

But, there's not so much as resembles the animal method.

He... he's not k*lled again.

Well, maybe, uh... you know, maybe Dove finally put him in the ground, you know, to... 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...

[Scoffs] confide in me his stratagems, Captain.

The... 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 make my way.

[Dog barking outside]

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... paralysed 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. Hmm?

I'm going home.

There is food for dinner and breakfast in my office.

[Door opens]

[Horses passing by outside]

[Door closes]

[Birds twittering]

[Chickens clucking]

[Bucket handle clatters, water sloshes]

Mr Sumner.

[Clears throat]

[Chickens clucking]

[Door unlatching]

Sorry, um... is he here?

Uh, my father, he had been poorly for some time.

Oh.

I brought eels.

Yes, you did.

Wanting pay, then?

No.

Nah. Money? No, nah.

Um, it's just... take the eels.

[Straining]

[Grunts]

[Shovelling]

Caleb, Robin. Mister...?

Nathaniel.

Nathaniel fished our eels.

Wishes to pay respects.

Dig, boy.

[Grunts]

I can help with that.

[Shovelling continues]

[Nathaniel sniffs and exhales]

[Grunting]

Thank you, Nathaniel.

May we offer you supper?

Nah...

I must be getting back.

Er, it's no banquet.

Furry stew and potato, full belly for your hard work.

Thank you.

[Pot lid clatters]

[Lid clatters again]

Jasper Sumner, our father, a good man.

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

I'll need help, Prue.

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, um... [Clears throat]

I used to live by another river.

How'd you come upon the cottage?

Was abandoned, I thought.

Uh... my brother.

Prudence: Brother?

Does he fish also?

N... nah, he is, um... [Clears throat] he's far away.

He took a ship west.

Our father, see, he, uh... he... he d*ed.

Then let us say a prayer for both our fathers.

May they rest at peace.

Now, eat up, all of you.

[Caleb uncorks bottle and sniffs]

[Cart approaching]

[Bucket handle clatters]

Miss Sumner.

'Scuse me lateness, Nathaniel.

Me brother, Caleb, is not well this morning.

Mama, did you ask him?

Robin, please.

[Water sloshing]

Nathaniel, without Caleb, I...

Robin and I shall struggle to manage the store by ourselves.

If there was any way you could... uh, I mean to say, there'd be coin in it, of course.

Selling fish?

Yes, sir.

In Whitechapel?

I should not. It's...

Whitechapel, it...

No matter.

[Bucket handle clatters]

We shall manage. Shan't we, Robin?

[Bucket handle clatters]

Good day, Nathaniel.

Miss Sumner?

[Horse whinnies]

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

What should I say?

Most folk talk too much.

The, um... the boy's father?

The typhus.

Robin was barely born.

I had practised enough mothering though.

Mine d*ed 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.

[Horse whinnies]

Mama, the horse.

Oh, now what?

Rest the animal. Rest him.

[Horse whinnies]

[Horse whinnies]

[Blade sings]

[Horse whinnies and snorts]

[Horse snorts]

[Nathaniel grunts]

Nathaniel whispers: There.

Nathaniel whispers: There.

Yeah.

Is a stone. [Sighs]

Well, Nathaniel, eels and now horses?

Is there no end to your skills?

Walk on!

[Bell clanging, general hubbub]

Nathaniel, can you help with the brazier?

Woman: Fresh strawberries!

Man in singsongy voice: Our fresh flowers... rather delightful.

Flowers for the ladies, see.

[Sellers hawking their wares, general hubbub]

[Horse whinnies]

[Bucket handle clatters]

Woman: Fresh gathered today, fresh strawberries!

Robin: 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, right.

Two portions of eels, if you please, lad.

All right, Mr Thatcher.

I lick 'em, you see, for the eels. Nicely but ***.

Robin: Fresh fish! Fresh fish!

Man: What's your price, lad?

All well today, Mr Thatcher?

Yeah, Robin, all well. It's just, ah, police business is all.

You just keep cooking all these goods, will ya?

Robin: See you tomorrow, Mr Thatcher.

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

Robin: Fresh fish! Fresh fish!

Eels, pike, cod, 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.

[Horse snorts]

[Market hubbub]

Let Nathaniel do that.

I always chop for the stew.

I need you out front till Robin's back from the Kn*fe sharpenin'.

Nathaniel's a quicker blade.

Carp and eels, pike and perch! Who wants a good fish supper?

Right, one of them.

Two?

Four pence.

Always overcharge the bloody Hebrews.

Caleb: Carp and eels! Carp and eels!

[Clattering]

Mama, I'm hungry.

Caleb: We're all hungry, boy. Whining won't fill your belly.

There's a chophouse on the Commercial Road.

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

[Customers chattering]

This is a true kindness, Nathaniel.

Fishing must be good.

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

Caleb, just thank Nathaniel for your supper.

Seen me 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.

Shipwreck, was it?

Said he boarded a ship west.

Before.

Hackney was before.

Where, then?

Far away.

Told you it was good eating, boy.

[Clock ticking]

[Sighs]

[Owl hooting]

[Pig squealing, rooster crowing]

For flavour.

No, stop! He snatched the money!

Woman: Oh!

Argh!

[Thief groans]

Thief: Arrrgh!

This man?

[Thief groaning]

Money. Money!

Argh! [Groans]

[Thief panting]

[Thief groans] Argh!

[Crowd gasps]

Thief: Argh!

Thief: Argh!

Thatcher: What's afoot here?

Oi, back here with ya.

[Police whistle sounds]

Thatcher: Go on, get after him.

[Police whistle sounds again]

Policeman: Come back here. Stop that man!

[Insects chirping, water trickling]

Nathaniel.

You left this.

Thank you, Robin.

Here.

[Frog croaking]

Why'd you go?

I was, um...

I was afraid, boy.

But... you're strong.

That's silly.

[Chuckles]

[Sniffs]

Is this where you fish the eels?

Mm-hm.

Will you show me?

[Sighs]

Now, you right?

[Sniffs and clears throat]

Hands, please.

Now... there... there you are.

Now, you put the bait in there. Yeah.

All right.

[Sighs]

Whoops. [Chuckles]

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

[Chuckles]

Right.

Prudence: Robin...

Robin. Get yourself home.

Robin... thank you for the Kn*fe.

Go on.

'Scuse the boy, Nathaniel.

Nah, there's nought to excuse.

Oh, look... take that one home, cook it for your supper.

That's... it's the cooking.

You asked the end to my skills.

Ha!

Can catch 'em by the dozen, but you can't skin and gut 'em for toffee.

[Chuckles]

Well, it's time you learned, sir.

My father had me cleaning fish as soon as my hand could hold a Kn*fe.

[Blade sings]

'Ere then. You have a go.

No, no, like this.

That's it.

When Robin was just born, I was, ah, 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."

"Prue," if it's preferred.

I like Prudence.

Was it your father who taught you to fish?

Mm-mm.

The man who raised us, my brother and me, he, um... he was not my father.

Was he kind?

For a time.

My papa was, before.

He was a farmer, see. We... we had a farm.

Where was that?

Another country... far away.

Mmm.

We had tulips, poppies...

[Sniffs] and yellow stonecrop.

Meadow of pink corn flower.

The bush crickets sang in the mint fields and... leaf beetles was like... like jewels on the corn blades.

I was happy.

I think I... I always would have been happy.

Why'd you leave?

[Sighs]

Men came with fire. b*rned the farm, b*rned our home, the village.

Why?

Well, they came to k*ll all our people, 'cause we was... we was different to 'em, you see.

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

Mama ran with us to the cart... put us on the burlap.

It was dark.

Just screams and hooves.

Who did this?

My brother is... he's protective.

Caleb?

He cares for his family, but... when he drinks, it's his temper, it...

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'd lose me too.

He's a good boy, Nathaniel. He's a... he's a good boy. He loves me and...

I love him.

I've had to... I'd best get back.

Thank you for... your 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.

[Tea pouring]

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.

[Clicks mouth]

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 it... what is right is not always what is easy.

I would just like to know the truth Mr Dove, once and for all.

[Dove chuckles quietly]

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.

[Drum and Mathilda laugh disbelievingly]

Oh, Mr Dove, I... 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.

[Sighs]

Dove: 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 shall be calling before long.

In fact, I shall see to it.

Well, ah...

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.

[Glasses clink]

Thatcher: Demotion?

Sir, Mr Shine...?

Oh, it is, Thatcher.

It very much so is.

Bloody desk, sir?

Hold your tongue Desk Sergeant.

The good Commissioner Dove has high hopes for Drummond.

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

[High-pitched ringing]

So, get out of that peacocking ponce frock and into that there tunic.

[Ringing intensifies]

Shine, strained: Get to it, Desk Sergeant!

[Ringing intensifies again]

Passer-by: One too many. [Laughing] Got freezing, innit.

[Ringing subsides]

[Ringing recommences]

[Shine breathing shakily and shivering]

Shine, muffled: Load the bloody thing.

[Shivering]

Bring the dragon, quick!

[Gasping]

[Match strike]

[Ringing]

The pain is...

[Ringing intensifies]

[Ringing subsiding]

Oh, yeah.

Yes. Right.

[Breathing slowing]

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?

Miss... fish-seller's daughter.

Mr Sumner is dead, 'Gustus.

No, I... I never... he was... he was poorly, is all.

And sh... sh... she was kind.

Kind is she?

How often has Miss Sumner afforded you a kindness and what have you afforded her in return?

Nought, 'Gustus. I... I swear it.

Uh, only helped her with the, uh, with the fishes is all.

You... you went to market?

No, um... 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 are found and caught for what you've done, your feet shall scarcely scrape a cell room floor before they dangle through the noose man'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-wailer.

No, 'G... not that. Prudence is not...

I asked you for little...

[Whispered] for so little.

Is even that too much for you to afford me while I endeavour to clean up the blood with which you spattered Whitechapel?

[Dove sighs quietly]

[Sighs deeply]

To keep you safe is all.

Don't you see that, brother?

[Nathaniel inhales]

I see it, 'Gustus.

[Exhales]

[Sighing and groaning]

[Chuckling wryly]

[Clock ticking]

[Bucket handle clatters]

[Bucket handle clatters]

Robin, distressed: Mama!

Nathaniel, did not expect to see you again.

Well, I've been waiting for ya.

Do you mean to harm us?

No. Why would... why would you...?

Policemen came here, Nathaniel, looking for ya.

The police?

Said not go near your cottage in case you came back.

Go inside, Robin.

What's he mean "came back?"

Said you were a fugitive, a danger, that you'd done things, that you'd k*lled.

Prudence.

He said you'd fled.

That's why he came looking for you.

Get away from here!

[Cocks g*n]

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.

[Cocks g*n]

Please. No.

[Nathaniel grunts]

[Prudence sighs]

[Bucket handle clatters]

[Chicken squawking]

[Clock ticking]

[Bell tolling]

[Puppy yapping]

Would you like a cup of tea, sir?

[Puppy continues yapping outside]

Thank you, Miss Chudleigh.

Where is the boy?

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

[Yapping continues]

[Yapping]

Connor!

Miss Chudleigh, Miss Chudleigh?!

[Door unlatching]

Take Connor inside.

Of course, Mr Dove.

I had no idea he was here.

Leave us!

[Door closes]

Do you remember the cornfields after summer rain, 'Gustus?

When the sun returned, everything shining, all the glittering blades.

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 to visit ya.

And I found the boy alone in the garden.

To see how you looked at us.

The fear.

As if I'd ever have it in me to harm him.

[Scoffs]

He was helping me choose some blooms, is all.

Blooms for Miss Sumner.

And what you done, 'Gustus...

[Scoffs] that was unkind.

It was for your own good, Nathaniel.

And yours.

There is no difference.

[Chuckles]

Always was, 'Gustus.

Always was.

You stopped Abel's blade from my throat... but you'd cut already with something worse and deeper when we was boys.

And while you took your lessons, I was... I was hoarding crates.

And while you got your shiny copper badges, I was sloppin' out wharf latrines.

Abel saw me no better than a beast of burden.

I am not Abel.

Nah... you see me as beast of prey, a beast to be caged.

But I can be more than beast, 'Gustus. I know it.

I feel it.

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

And I will stay away from Whitechapel, but you, 'Gustus, you will stay away from Prudence Sumner.

She is... she is my friend.

[Dove breathing heavily]

All I ever did was for protection of you.

Thank you for the blooms, 'Gustus.

Prudence will like 'em.

[Chickens clucking and squawking]

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 ya.

Keep me away from anyone.

Keep me alone.

My brother, he is also... protective.

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

[Sighs quietly] 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.

[Sighs]

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 c... I can't leave Caleb, Nathaniel.

[Sighs]

He was my baby boy, and... and Robin, he needs him, and...

Caleb is a good soul.

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

[Prudence chuckles quietly]

[Prudence moans gently]

[Quietly] Take off your shirt.

[Drum beats]

[Drum b*at]

[Whispered] Okay.

[Drum beats]

[Drum b*at]

Prudence whispers: See.

[Nathaniel sighs quietly]

Stand for me.

[Thunder rumbles]

[Prudence sighs quietly]

[Whispered] Beautiful boy.

[Quietly sighing and moaning]

[Nathaniel exhales]

[Breathing heavily]

[Nathaniel breathing heavily]

[Prudence moaning]

Nathaniel whispers breathily: Oh, yeah.

[Nathaniel breathing heavily]

[Prudence breathing heavily]

[Thunder rumbles]

[Both gasping and breathing heavily]

[Nathaniel breathing heavily]

[Prudence moaning softly]

[Moaning intensifying]

[Prudence moaning]

[Nathaniel grunting]

[Prudence moaning]

[Both panting]

Prudence: Here. Here.

It's all right.

[Nathaniel exhales]

[Breathing slowing down gradually]

Prudence: Here, just...

Prudence: Shhhh.

Just lie with me, yeah.

Come. That's it.

[Nathaniel sighs deeply]

Prudence: Yeah.

Shhhh.

[Knocking]

Ah, yes?

Mimi?

Ah...

I don't know where to start me, even.

From the beginning, I would suggest.

[Jackson sighs]

All right.

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

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...

[Clicks mouth]

You've been so goddamned kind, and it's a kindness that I never deserved from you.

Mm.

If only 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.

Ah... you oughta put us on the stage.

There's blood on their hands.

Black in their hearts.

But you...

I remember these hands... and the colours 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?

Jackson, sighing: Um...

I've been running so long, I can't remember what it's like to stop.

[Glasses clink]

Do you know what makes me angry, Captain Jackson?

[Scoffs]

I mean truly... an incandescent furnace of fury?

It is, that for all your uncountable faults, deviancies, downright failings as man and... 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 theatre 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!

[Inhales deeply]

[Quietly] I hate you.

'Cause 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.

[Knocking]

Leave me to my work, Captain. [Chuckles]

[Sniffs] One day, this theatre will open its doors...

[Sniffs] and I shall try to live at peace with knowing you shan't knock on them again.

[Birds twittering]

This tastes very good, Prudence.

Will you show me more fishing, Nathaniel?

I'm sure Nathaniel's busy, boy.

No, I, um, yep... of course. Of course, Robin.

Said he was busy.

You stay clear.

Will Nathaniel be helping on the stall again?

I prefer not to go up to Whitechapel.

Why?

Do not care for it.

Is it the Jews?

Don't say such things, Caleb.

Prue tells me you're from abroad.

You're not one of them, are ya?

No. I am not.

'Cause I'll tell you one thing about the Jews... they won't buy your bloody eels.

[Chuckles]

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

What else have you taught him?

Flowers are beautiful, Nathaniel.

You're very welcome.

Robin, fill your uncle's cup.

[Bottle is uncorked]

To the top, boy.

Don't waste it!

Caleb.

Go to bed, little one. No, leave that. There you go.

[Sound of heart pounding begins]

You've had plenty.

Why is he here?

Nathaniel is our friend and our guest.

Welcome, friend.

[Pounding continues]

Nathaniel... forgive him. Forgive him.

He is... he is a good boy.

[Pounding continues]

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

[Door opens and closes]

[Pounding continues]

[Breathing heavily]

[Prudence screams]

Ugh! Take him to your tit, did you?

Please, no. No more!

[Caleb yelling]

Caleb: Oh! Oh! Oh!

Prudence: Nathaniel!

No, Nathaniel, no! Caleb!

Prudence: Stop it! No, no!

Not any words, Prudence!

What he does, it ain't right.

No, Nathaniel...

Shhhh, shhhh.

Shhhh, I know.

I know.

Please, listen to me.

He... he is... he's my... he's my brother.

[Breathing heavily]

He's, uh... he... he's Robin's father.

Wh... what?

Yeah.

No.

Who cares, please... please.

You... you of all men would not wanna see a little... little boy lose his father.

Please. Please.

No!

[Prudence screaming]

No, Nathaniel, stop it, please. No!

Please, please.

[Flesh tearing, blood gushing]

Prudence: No!

Nathaniel: Argh!

Prudence: No! No!

Prudence: Argh!

Nathaniel: Argh!

Prudence.

Nathaniel: Come here!

[Prudence screaming]

[Screaming continues]

Nathaniel: Could have been a guilty suck.

Stop. Stop. Stop it. Stop!

[Bones snapping]

[Nathaniel shallow breathing]

No.

No, no, no, no.

Robin. Robin!

[Door opening]

[Sobbing]

Prudence, Prudence, wake up.

[Crying]

[Gasping] Mr Dove, in the garden.

Nathaniel.

Brother, Brother?

Who did this?

Nathaniel, no.

No, Nathaniel!

You was right, Augustus.

You and Abel both.

Just let me bleed here, please.

Please, just let me bleed.

Nathaniel crying: Let me bleed.

You're my brother.

Miss Chudleigh?! Miss Chudleigh?!

You're all right. You're all right.

Miss Chudleigh?!

[High-pitched ringing]

[Shine sighs]

[Ringing abates]

[Warped music plays]

[Shallow breathing]

Shine, whispered voice-over: "Wolves, a body in the snow, had two sons... fight the animals, youngest son... clutching at her cold body... her name, Guluba."