01x03 - Dead Men's Secrets

[bunniefuu]

[DESERT ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]

[SNIFFS]

Oh, Nurse Baggett, what did

you clean the morgue with?

Carbolic acid, like you asked.

Or is there a problem, ma'am?

No. Quite the opposite.

No. Where is it?

FAGIN: [EXHALES] I haven't

slept a fox's wink, Dodge.

- It's not unusual for a man at your age.

- I'm not that bloody old.

Yeah. Any older and you'll be eroding.

I've been racking me noggin as

to who nobbled the soldiers' pay.

It couldn't've been the guards.

They was purging their livers.

Couldn't have been Darius or

Gaines' missus, they was scrumping.

It's been driving me nuts.

There was no one there but us.

- No, there was one other.

- Who?

Wearing the red boots.

One other wearing the red

boots? Who're you gabbling about?

Behind the curtain.

Why didn't I see that?

Because you are decrepit, Fagin.

See? This is the way it used to

be. The way it should always be.

Your eyes, my brain.

Together, we're unstoppable.

No. You need to find

your own room, Fagin.

It was here.

Five-hundred gold sovereigns

going missing on your watch

is a bloody good reason to be shouting!

Why the hell weren't you there, Gaines?

You sent me on assignment, sir.

The guards, they've all been

Searched and interrogated. Yes,

sir. No culprit yet, but we will

Find them! Flog everyone

that was there. Stop the rot.

Can't have 500 belly

sovereigns go missing.

There'll be a riot if I

can't pay the soldiers.

Yes, I understand, sir. I

assure you, it's all in hand.

- With your leave.

- Go on.

Oh.

Uncle Dickie got a dukedom.

Cheer up. Maybe he'll

get malaria for you.

We live in hope.

Where's my Lancet?

- Your what?

- Medical journal. Where?

Fanny borrowed some books.

- What about my library?

- It's not like you read any of them!

- [GASPS] Guards!

- Shh. It's just me.

- I know. Guards!

- Have you been here all night?

You're not the only one

with interests, Belle.

Those are for you!

I waited three months for

this and you just ruined it!

Oh! Lucien, make them stop!

Stop? They're my orders.

The governor needs a

culprit to hang by tomorrow.

- Dodge.

- What?

This crumpet's a bit

b*rned. Just sayin'.

Don't. Because I'm not

interested in your bloody crumpet.

You just be thankful you've got one.

Just I'd be more grateful

- if it wasn't b*rned.

- [KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Need you downstairs, Jack. Charlie's

getting a rattle. He's not good.

Aye, I'm comin'.

I look forward to me

crumpet in the morning.

- It's one of the happy spots in me day.

- Mmm.

Is it?

So, when it's b*rned, it puts

a sort of a pall over things.

He shouldn't be dying.

Here comes Princess Witch Face.

Doctor, can I see you in the morgue?

The cloth was on his wound

and the infection's gone. Look.

There.

- The what?

- The cloth.

Had carbolic acid on it. Look, no rot.

Right, so

So, I've done some reading,

all night, actually,

and there was a chap called "Pasteur".

- Pasta?

- Pasteur.

Like, French pasta?

Discovered something called "germs".

Microbes. Causes fermentation in wine.

- Right. Except, we're not making wine.

- But then, Lister

- Who?

- Lister at Edinburgh Royal

connected microbes to infection.

So, if fermentation and infection

are caused by an organic property

rather than spontaneous

generation or miasma

Is there a translation of all of this?

We can cure infection

with carbolic acid.

This might save Charlie.

The acid we use to treat sewage?

Exactly. Look at the cloth line.

Hmm.

We need to cut him open

and see whether your cloth's

stopped the rot beneath the skin.

BELLE: Clearly.

- I've never cut a man before.

- You can't hurt him any further.

BELLE: This is how it all works.

Somewhere in there is how we think,

and feel and love.

And die?

[CHUCKLES] It's so

much more than plumbing.

REDCOAT: Probably around here somewhere.

PEGGY: Lucien!

Your men are ruining my

precious home. It hurts me!

Sometimes pain can be curative.

God asks us to pierce our souls

and to expose our sins to him

in a full and penitent confession.

My men are doing their

godly work in our house,

searching for any

whisper of criminality.

And so, I turn to you.

Who was here the night I was absent?

"Lying lips are an

abomination to the Lord."

Who was here, Peggy?

Darius came

to protect me.

He knew you were so very worried

about me being left alone.

Oh, thank God.

[SIGHS IN RELIEF]

- That was good of him.

- [NERVOUSLY] Mmm.

He is a true and faithful friend.

You!

The sheets.

GAINES: Name?

Frances Scrubbs.

Is that your real name?

Given to me.

Dawkins!

I've just remembered

that the young guard said

that Dr. Dawkins and his associate

were here to tend the men.

Really? Bramwell!

Lock down the hospital. We're going

to take the doctor's confession.

No rot.

Let's test it on Charlie.

No, wait. What these

What did you call them?

Microbes.

Right. How do we know they exist?

We postulate. Based on the

symptomatic presentation

Words. Use words.

We can't see them, but

we know they're there.

So, you want to k*ll invisible bugs

with an acid usually

used to treat raw sewage?

Yes.

And your only proof of this, so far,

is from some books and this corpse,

- which can't feel any pain.

- I've read all about this. Trust me.

No, except I don't!

But I might, given more

time and with further proof.

But I just had to teach a procedure

that a half-drunken teenage

apprentice could do blindfolded.

The boy is dying.

Yes. And the shock of an acid

burn might k*ll him even quicker.

Do you care about him at all?

I care very deeply.

Find a way of making carbolic

acid work without injuring him,

then you can use it on Charlie.

Until then, the answer

is very much "sod off."

How dare you speak to me like that?

I do apologise. Sod off, Milady.

And I speak to everyone like this.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

GAINES: I want Dawkins

red-handed, you hear?

Search every ward and

cranny for the pay.

It's too strong. It's still too strong.

Where is the coconut ice?

I think it's under the pig.

Could I borrow one of your arms?

Dodget! Dodger, something's afoot!

Gaines is coming.

- sh*t!

- Calm.

If we run, we'll look as guilty

as a cat licking pork bags

and for once, we're innocent.

We don't got the money.

But I'm beginning to form

a view as to who does.

We have to get our stories straight.

Fagin.

Fagin!

Mr. Dawkins.

Dr. Dawkins.

A quiet word?

Trouble with the prostate?

[SIGHS]

Do sit down, Doctor.

When I served with

the Governor in Africa,

an infantryman mocked

me for being a clerk.

"Only a pen, never a sword."

But when I caught him

stealing the supplies,

I used this pen to

sign his death warrant.

A heartwarming anecdote.

I'm told you were in my

home when the pay was stolen.

Healing your men. For

which you owe me two quid.

Your servant, Mr. Fagin, was with

you, a convict, I seem to recall.

Most servants are convicts.

So, on the night the pay went

missing, you brought in a criminal

As my medical assistant.

- Oh, where did he train?

- I'm training him myself.

Ah. Keeping it in the family.

- [PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

- Oi! I want a word with you.

REDCOAT: Down the hall, I see

I did hear a rumour, and please, I

don't know if it's correct or not.

Mr. Fagin is your uncle.

By marriage. Very distant.

And are you from a large

family? Many siblings?

Only child.

He was entrusted to

me by my late father.

And all of a sudden, he shows up here,

and so, I suppose I feel a certain

I feel obliged to keep

an eye out for him.

But he is quite mad. There's

no point in talking to him.

Oh, I'll be the judge of that.

[MOUTHING] Help me.

Hey!

REDCOAT: Come on.

Now, you were busy that

night, attending to my men.

Yeah, I know, worked off my

feet. It was vomit wall-to-wall.

So, how did you keep an eye on Fagin?

Talent.

Talent?

[FRANCES SOBBING]

Such a shame.

This terrible plague has

robbed so many of a good life.

[APUTI HUMMING]

Can I bury him now, Tim?

Yes.

[GRUNTS] This is a heavy one.

So, you used your access as a doctor

to bring a senile criminal with

no medical training past my guards,

while lacking the

ability to supervise him

at the same time the pay was stolen.

That right? That's for

the Governor's records.

And you were inexplicably absent,

leaving an insufficient guard

and no commissioned officer on the night

of a valuable shipment. Is that right?

Just for the hospital's reference.

Come, Doctor, we're

both here to save lives.

Are we?

Every criminal I snuff out for

the Governor is a life preserved.

That's why it's so important

I rule you out, Doctor.

Because you see, the Governor

has ordered a hanging,

and I execute the Governor's orders.

That's all for today.

Bramwell.

The uncle.

Norbert Fagin! A word, if I may?

I'd love to help, but

I'm serving my master.

You're the doctor's uncle.

Yes. My sister Marjorie's lad.

Matter of interest, your

other nieces and nephews,

how many siblings does Dawkins have?

- I lose track.

- Try and remember.

How about nine, yeah.

And what were their names?

You're pushing an old

man's memory there.

Algernon, Balthazar, Mortimer,

Horatio after The Great One,

Quinton, Thaddeus, Simeon,

Clarence, and who's the little one?

Yeah, Violet.

I'm so sorry. Too fast.

Just let me take those

down again for the records.

Algernon, Balthazar, Mortimer,

Horatio after The Great One,

Quinton, Thaddeus, Simeon, Clarence

Oh, yeah, lovely little Violet.

Thank you, Mr. Fagin. Your story

confirms everything I thought.

- What did you tell Gaines?

- It's all fine.

You don't have to tell me

how to deal with the lobsters.

What did you tell him?

Just that you've got nine siblings.

Algernon, Balthazar, Mortimer

I told him I was an only child.

- All right, he's onto us.

- Yes.

If we'd sat down and

organised our stories

I did try to do that,

but you pissed off.

Yes, with good reason.

I found the money.

Brilliant.

We'll put it back and

make all this disappear.

Put it back? I've heard

some guff in my time,

but that really puts the

pickle in the biscuit jar.

Where's the money, Fagin?

I had to hide it from the redcoats.

Where?

Near Tinkler.

Tinkler's dead.

Did you hide it in his coffin?

- Close to his coffin.

- Where did you hide it?

- I told ya. Near Tinkler.

- No. Where?

More specifically, in

Tinkler. Inside Tinkler.

- He could be in any one of these.

- Yep, the Prof was busy last week.

We need to find Aputi.

He'll know where he buried

him. Help us dig him up, too.

It's not right, Dodge.

What?

It's against me principles.

- And since when do you have principles?

- I do about this.

Life's hard. These people

have had their tribulations.

They've had the worst of

times, the best of times,

and now, they're at peace, so,

it's better not to disturb them.

They're not people anymore, are they?

- They're just worm-raddled meat.

- Don't say that, Dodge.

This is no time to get squeamish, Fagin.

Gaines, he's just a breath

away from scraggin' us.

What's this really all about?

I know I wasn't always a good dad.

No, you were never my dad.

You abandoned me, remember?

Traditionally, dads don't do that.

I did and I didn't.

I was 13 years old and

you left me in a cell!

I know and it rots me heart,

but I was trying to help ya.

It's a funny way of showing it.

I'm asking for your help now.

And I'm telling you this is

the one thing I will not do.

These are people.

They've got mums and dads

who try not to think about

what they look like now.

How would you know?

Because I lost a loved

one. I lost my Agnes.

She was the joy of me

life. Barely six years old.

Why didn't I know about her?

It was after you'd gone. I

find it very hard to, um

[SIGHS]

She was all limbs and wildness.

She'd play out in the alley

around the back of our old digs,

you remember the one?

And she'd leap out

from behind the washing

to try and scare me when I come home.

Worked, too.

She was me best, most favourite thing.

And the thought of

someone disturbing her

where I've buried her, then, no.

Life's brutal enough, Dodge.

All right.

I'll do it without you.

Just let me find Aputi.

[GROANS]

Would you like the vanilla

or the cinnamon b*rned

- [WINCES]

- [WOMEN LAUGHING]

I didn't know your sister was a dancer.

Why do you have to be so odd?

Why can't you just be normal?

Oh, I like that.

SMALES: It's quite good, isn't it?

[MOANS]

We should never have

fallen to temptation

- [GRUNTS]

- Shh, shh!

Mmm.

Lucien can see things

a thousand men miss,

but he misses things

an idiot would notice.

He would never suspect it of me.

That's because you

are his dearest friend.

And that's why it's so evil.

You leave Lucien to me.

But the doctor must have seen something,

and now, he's Lucien's main

suspect and I'm itching, are you

- Pray with me.

- Oh, yes.

Merciful Lord, our flesh is

corrupt and we are rank with evil.

And bless my dear, dear friend Lucien.

Find the sinners what stole from him

and wreak your furious

vengeance upon 'em.

- PEGGY: Amen.

- Amen.

Lucien. You surprised

us. I've been so worried.

Thank you, Darius. That's a comfort.

Is there anything I can do?

Peggy, love, go inside.

There are things to say to my friend

that are unsuited for your ears.

You seem troubled.

[SIGHS]

This colony is my fiery trial.

I'm striving to bring

order to a nest of thieves,

but the Governor's a child,

his wife's a harridan,

and the young surgeon Dawkins is

a vexation I can't seem to crush.

For me, too. He has a taste for cards.

You see, he racks up debts he can't pay.

Really? I think he might know

more than he's letting on.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

All right, son. Come.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

Ladies and gentlemen, step on up.

That's it, come closer. Don't be shy.

Tonight at sundown,

the undisputed champion of Port

Victory will take on open challenges.

There is five pounds

winnings to knock him out.

He has never been bested.

Does anyone have the

courage? Does any man dare?

Yep, I'll do it. Over here. Me!

DARIUS: Bring me the doctor.

- There you are.

- Lady Belle. Please let me escort you.

Are we going to talk about

the enormous man pursuing you?

Er, no. Let's not.

Right. I've had a

breakthrough with the acid.

Clearly. Look, your dress is dissolving.

Oh.

[CLEARS THROAT]

And you're hurt. Here, come on.

Sorry, is this all right?

I don't see how else you'd fix it.

[BLOWS]

BELLE: I know how to stop it burning.

You can test it on

Charlie when it's ready.

I trust you.

[SPRITZES]

[SNIFFS]

Belle!

Belle! What on earth have

you done with my perfume?

Let me see your neck.

It didn't burn. [SNIFFS] Perfect.

You can be as mean to me as you

like, but I will still love you,

just to spite you.

FAGIN: You're not thinking

straight, Dodge, what's your plan?

I'm just gonna walk in there.

Into the workplace of the man

who tried to cut your hands off?

Yeah, while he's distracted, I'm

gonna go and walk up to Aputi.

Aputi. The former harpooner,

known as the whale smasher,

who kills people for the man

who tried to cut your hand off.

The plan needs some work.

I once knew a one-legged clown

who thought he could earn a crust

by Morris-dancing across England.

And did he?

No, he was k*lled by a pack

of dogs on Clapham Common.

Even so, his plan was better than yours.

[GROANS]

Rancid.

- Thank you.

- Have a good night.

These oysters are buggers

to open, ain't they?

Stay out of my way,

Jack. This is my fight.

For sh*t's sake, Flashbang. You're

gonna get your face stoved in.

Nah, I'll tire him out, then

bang. Champion of Port Victory.

See? Flashbang will distract him.

I'll find out where Tinkler's buried.

Then we'll scarper. It'll be perfect.

Has everybody gone potty?

[CROWD CLAMOURING]

Gentlemen, gentlemen,

our new challenger is our

very own man of medicine,

Dr. Jack Dawkins.

CROWD: [CHEERING] Dr.

Jack! Dr. Jack! Dr. Jack!

No, I'm not I'm just here to watch.

Step on up, Doctor. You

don't need to be shy.

Nah. No way. I put my

name down first. I'm next.

Rules are rules. It's only fair.

Right.

Fine. You finish him

quick, and then the doctor.

He is a shipping clerk by day

and in a coffin by tonight.

[CROWD CHEERS]

Flashbang Rivera!

[CROWD BOOS]

Aputi. Aputi.

Aputi. Hey, Aputi.

Aputi, where'd you bury Tinkler?

[CROWD GASPS]

[CROWD CLAMOURING ANGRILY]

DARIUS: One,

- Two

- Oh, God. Is he all right?

three,

four.

I need to relieve pressure on his

brain. If he dies, we die, Fagin.

Take this. Take him to

theatre. I'll meet you there.

I'm lifting now, am I?

Leading bloody donkeys around?

Take your time, Jack!

And if you choose not to

fix him, that's fine by me!

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

- You scared me.

- Fancy a bit of brain surgery?

You're going to cut open a skull?

Wonderful. You've done it before?

No, but I know what happens.

Head, big drill and then Well,

generally, they die of infection.

Then why are you here?

Because I'm hoping to avoid him

generally dying of infection,

when we open up his skull

to let the pressure out.

So, show me this, um,

sewage acid of yours.

I need to find a way of using it

on a skull that's open to the sky.

- [SPRITZES]

- [GASPS]

- What the hell?

- Doesn't burn, does it?

No.

- But does it do anything?

- I don't know, but I think it might.

There you are. Where have you been?

Charlie.

Is he dead yet?

[BREATHING RAGGEDLY]

- You knocked me out!

- [FLASHBANG GASPS]

Okay, try to stay still.

Keep that head steady.

Aren't you in terrible pain?

- Maybe a bit of a headache.

- You're missing a piece of your skull.

Feeling a bit of air on it.

God sent you to me.

"Love your enemies. Do good to

them that hate you." Matthew 5:44.

You and me, we're square. You

need anything, you just ask.

Tinkler. Where is Tinkler buried?

South corner, third from the left.

Mortsafe.

Aputi never mentioned anything

about a bloody mortsafe.

You had just drilled a hole in his head.

Why would anyone put an iron

cage around their coffin?

To stop bastards like him from

violating the peace of the dead.

Flashbang, I'm gonna

need a small charge,

just enough to blow these

bars, but not too much.

Yeah.

A tiny squib.

Got it.

CHARLIE: Excuse me, nurse.

Can I get something to eat?

Thank God.

It worked!

Just a pie or something, Miss.

It's "Milady". And, yes, I'm

sure I can find you something.

Hurry up, Flashbang. The

whole world will be up soon.

Yeah. I'm just making sure it works.

Where do you think we go

afterwards? After we croak?

The way they describe it

don't sound very interesting.

Sitting around worshipping some

old bearded geezer for eternity.

I mean, where's the booze in

heaven? Where's the winkles?

I think you should be checking

the menu at the other place.

You know, I often wonder

where my Agnes is now.

She'll be in heaven.

You know, she used to lay her

little head on her daddy's lap

and I'd stroke her hair.

She had such beautiful long, red hair.

It's a shame you never

got a portrait done.

Oh, I did. Remember that

bloke off Baker's Lane?

He used to do those funny

little drawings for a penny.

He did one for me. I always

keep it around me neck.

Yep, it's ready.

It's a dog.

Agnes was a dog?

I've spent four hours digging a hole

you wouldn't touch because of a dog.

I never said she was human.

[CHARGE EXPLODES]

WOMAN: Strip and pay up.