05x04 - The Dreaming Dead

Episode transcripts for the TV show "Ripper Street". Aired: December 2012 to October 2016.*
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05x04 - The Dreaming Dead

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You speak. What does Mr Dove's brother do?

Reid believed him to have been the k*ller.

The mother's name, was the word he used for dove.

Guluba.

[High-pitched ringing]

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

I will be a father to you.

There are Westminster police on guard day and night.

The house, entrances, bed chambers of the occupants.

You will live quiet, easy.

Until all that may harm us will be put to rest.

Prudence: I do not see an animal, Nathaniel.

Nathaniel: And what if we left this place?

Robin as well.

[Caleb grunting]

[Prudence sobbing]

Nathaniel: Argh!

Caleb: Oh!

It ain't right!

No!

[Caleb yelling out]

Caleb: Argh!

Argh!

What did you say?

Stop. Stop. Stop it.

[Neck snapping]

[Breathing unsteadily]

Nathaniel: Robin. Robin.

[Nathaniel gasping]

Miss Chudleigh!

Windows to the soul, they say.

You spy the semblance of one?

It is the intracranial pressure.

You have told me this before.

The hurt of it, however, daily more savage.

The pressure is increasing, rapidly.

And?

Given the inefficacy of my treatments, it's... most likely glioma.

English.

Oh... tumour.

Perhaps we...

You did mention historic trauma, to the head.

Yeah.

Took a proper stovin' in the ring, all right.

From the very man who used to hold this office.

Rest his chewed up soul.

Back then, one of you sawbones said these eyes had gone.

But Jedediah Shine don't *** so easy.

I see you and I'll see you wrong as he.

Inspector Shine, there is not a doctor in this land who could diagnose definitively.

[High-pitched ringing and groaning]

Even then... there lacks a medicine for glioma.

I... can increase the concentration of your morphine.

Measure carefully.

At this concentration, so much as half a phial could see three men never wake again.

More coca also, I can *** withstand.

One tabloid per dose.

On no account exceed this.

Man with a crutch, may yet walk an endless mile.

_

Inspector Shine, I must warn you, the swelling... eh, your prognosis...

Your brain is crushing itself against your skull.

And, given the increase in your agonies, a catastrophe is by no means distant.

You are saying that I, Jedediah Shine, am on his last rounds.

I begin to consider it a medical miracle you've survived this long.

Shine: Ain't no miracles left in this world, Doctor.

All that a man needs... is something to live for.

[Theme music]

Fresh blooms for you, sir?

Uh, what's happened to the fish stall?

There's no Sumners, no fishes. Wh...

Oi, copper.

What's afoot then?

Found him cowering behind the meat wagons.

Robin, what happened, hey?

Mr Thatcher...

Says they was slain.

Me ma... [Sniffles] Uncle Caleb...

Says they was ate. Tell 'im boy.

Ju... ate?

Nathaniel... Uncle Caleb's neck...

[Robin sniffles]

He looked like an animal.

He... ate his throat.

[Thatcher gasps quietly]

About your business now.

I'll take care of the lad.

All right, Sumner. Hey, look at me.

You trust me don't you?

Yeah?

You come with me now.

I'll see you safe.

Come with me.

[Sighs] Come on.

Come on.

Man: Oi. Look, look, look. That's the Sumner boy there.

So, you saw it? You saw the man Nathaniel?

It's all right, Robin, they're friends.

Mr Reid, sir...

You tell me Robin, where?

Where?! You tell me boy! Where!

Jackson: Whoa, whoa.

Jackson: Back off, Reid. Can't you tell that boy is sh*t-scared.

It's all right, son. It's all right.

You get the hell out of here, for Chrissake Mr Reid, leave us, please.

Here's, d-drink this up, little man.

That's good medicine.

There you go.

Good boy.

What the hell are you wearin'?

Did you get demoted?

Don't ask.

[Sighs] Jesus Christ!

Here, I hope it is adequate.

Susan: Oh, you must be starved, young one.

Gonna fill your belly... gonna get you cleaned up real good and then I'm going to see if I got a shirt... that fits a strong young soldier.

The boy is fed and watered, at least.

I have left him in more capable hands.

His terrors, I should not have shouted at him.

You, Miss Morton, maybe a stranger to fearful children, but I, alas, ought to have the benefit of experience.

I would not know where to begin, Mr Reid.

It is strange to see the Captain thus.

A man so given to degenerate proclivities and carnal oblivion.

To see him thus, how?

I suppose... fatherly?

He told us where it happened.

And better than that, where Nathaniel's holed up.

Jackson: Reid?

Reid, it is broad day light.

Then, we move fast.

We can't just w...

Have we not waited here long enough for the merest thread to follow. We know where he lives.

We find him, we get to Dove. We find the bodies, we go to Dove.

You wait here, keep the boy safe.

We go, now!

Man: Reid?

Man: Adam, it's Edmund Reid!

[Cocks g*n]

It ain't worth it, friend.

No, Frank. Everyone in the market saw you with him!

What do you mean he ran away.

The boy was as jumpy as a buggered fox, Drum.

More rumpus now with you two pansy flaps?

Frank here, campaigns to try to trade his helmet for a dunce cap.

I do not expect to repeat my questions, Drummond.

I passed by Spitalfields, sir.

All the talk is a pair of fish sellers, usually at market, but missing this day.

And with their boy, see. He turns up full hysterics, said he seen his ma and uncle k*lled.

He says the k*ller, he used his teeth.

Teeth?

Ripped the neck out. As I heard.

Where this lad now?

Where indeed sir.

Frank had him, and Frank lost him.

The boy was...

He made off, before I could...

Bested by a woe-strapped nipper.

My apologies, Inspector.

I begin to wonder, if even the meagre demands of working this dock are beyond your pygmy policing.

Inspector, should I wire J Division?

Why would you do that?

The Sumners, the fish sellers, that is, they wasn't Whitechapel.

They lived Hackney way, J Division turf.

They were Whitechapel Market, makes this Whitechapel business.

Yes, sir. I'll fetch us a hansom.

No! Drummond, you'll fetch me a hansom.

Augustus Dove may hold that schoolboy brain of yours with high regard, but Augustus Dove does not chief this division.

[High-pitched ringing]

Ain't none of you in this Molly-house fit to compromise that.

I brought your breakfast.

Eat Nathaniel.

You will not heal.

Gustus... the pup...

Robin.

Let us hope he ran far, shall we?

And does not stop his running.

But, if he is found... and if he should speak of me... say you will not hurt him.

No more, Gustus.

[Clicks mouth] Cannot bear no more.

The pup, he is no more than that.

And even if he spoke of aught... found the ears of strangers... who would listen to a child's hysterics?

Clean.

Nothing.

That's the point, Reid. Nobody's place is as g*dd*mn clean.

No dust, no dirt. These walls...

[Scoffs] these walls, the plaster's still damp.

It's been scrubbed.

Entire place has been scoured.

By Dove, I have no doubt.

[Sniffs]

Whoa, Christ.

[Jackson sniffs]

Sodium hydroxide. It's for cleanin'.

Say, blood and death off your walls.

Look it.

Something was there, a rug.

Two bodies in a rug, huh?

There were wheels here, a cart, hoof tracks, usually headed in that direction.

Horse hair.

You see how the stems are broke back?

Horse and cart went here, different way, no tracks.

On account that somebody went to the trouble of clearing 'em.

Out in Wyoming, [Sniffs] I knew this Sioux Indian, finest tracker of his tribe.

He could track a man through mountain, desert, swampland, he could read the land like the palm of his hand.

"Cutting for sign", they called it.

And he taught you?

What, are you kidding? Son of a bitch tried to scalp me, I sh*t him.

These signs, they point that way.

[Exhales]

Kerosene.

All right, so he does his housework, rolls the bodies into the rug, puts them in the cart, wheels it down to the water.

He dumps the Sumners in the river.

Burns the cart.

Covers his tracks.

Well, he have weighed the bodies.

Already on it, Reid.

My guess is he probably weighed 'em down just enough to let the current take them.

All the way to the ocean.

If we can intersect the bodies, if we can recover them, then we have proof of Nathaniel's m*rder and Robin as witness.

Reid, if Abel Croker taught his boys one thing, it's how to dump a body in the river.

In the river Thames, not the River Lea.

The Thames is over 300 feet wide, but the Lea is a tributary.

It dwindles. It meanders.

With a map of it's course gradients and tide times...

Reid, shut up!

That's a hansom.

[Horse snorts]

[Crunching]

[Sniffs deeply]

Jackson: This place just got cleaned.

[Cocks g*n]

Be a shame to spray your brains all over it.

[Irons rattle]

[High-pitched ringing]

[Shine screams in pain]

[Ringing continues]

[Shine groans]

[Shine gasping, panting and whimpering]

[Shine inhales sharply]

Hello, Jedediah.

[Shine panting]

Just like you, Edmund, have your chump the dirty work.

[Shine groans quietly]

Morphine.

For you to require this, your pain must be considerable.

But why are you here?

[Shine sniffs deeply]

All right, all right. Let us parley, parley. Let us parley.

[Shine inhales deeply]

Answer me.

Heard rumblings that this here may be a m*rder scene.

Thought you might have heard them likewise.

So, you come in pursuit of me then, and not to police some vicious slaughter?

Hackney K*llers, Edmund, are not my business.

Whitechapel fugitives, however...

It was him, Jedediah. The m*rder*r who stalked Whitechapel.

He now st*lks these marshes.

Our mutual friend, Miss Castello, took to sharing with me your conjecture that the toothsome villain is said to be Abel Croker, deceased, is neither Abel Croker, nor deceased.

The brother, she says. The brother of Augustus Dove, she says.

Miss Castello, she proved amenable, give or take, to sharing her research, Ed.

Research, which I now have in my possession.

Yes, I've seen what you've seen.

The boys, the Jews, the wolves.

Then, you know it's the g*dd*mn truth.

We've seen that brother.

His name is Nathaniel.

Every k*lling ascribed to Abel Croker, he performed.

He tore apart Bennet Drake.

Augustus Dove used Croker to protect his brother.

As he now uses you, to prevent me from exposing him.

[Shine whimpers]

You were not appointed, Jedediah, for your able policing, but because you are so easily made marionette, dancing to your master's fingers.

Augustus Dove will fall.

I will serve justice on him and his brother.

And I only tell you this so that you might stay out of my way.

Understand that my contempt for you is beyond limit, but my fight is not with you.

Have your cunny-chaser pull his trigger now, Reid.

[Sniffs]

He will not find another chance.

[Cocks g*n]

I ain't of a mind to argue with it.

[Whispered] Pull the trigger, Reid.

I hope you have more of this about you, Jedediah.

It's a long walk back to Whitechapel.

[Uncocks g*n]

[Irons rattle]

_

[Kettle whistling]

How long will he sleep?

I cannot say whether his exhaustion or his terror is more powerful.

[Teapot clatters]

Mimi: Oh... your way with the boy is so tender.

Motherhood changes you... as you will learn, I'm sure, Miss Morton.

Years ago... when the Captain told me he was leaving me and choosing you, I told him he was choosing his past over his future, but I was wrong.

I was so extraordinarily wrong.

Because... you and he grow together, with a love inviolable, and I... well, I do not.

But there is one thing of which I am certain... your son will always be, oh, fortunate indeed to have you as his parents.

[Susan sniffles]

[Emotionally] I, um... I should check on Robin.

Robin, I thought you might like...

Robin?!

Robin?!

[Door opening]

Your visitor, Mr Dove, has traipsed his filth.

My apologies, madam.

Them marshes are sodden.

Then again, Mr Dove, I gather you have a gift for cleanin'.

If you'd be so kind.

Shine: Your latest reflections for the Police Gazette, is it?

Dove: What is the meaning of this?!

The last I was here, I asked if you you knew aught of Edmund Reid's hypothesizing... vis-a-vis the infamous cannibal golem of Whitechapel.

And I told you I did not.

So I recall, but you see, Mr Dove, now I do know Edmund Reid's hypothesizing, because Edmund Reid told me.

You...

You found Reid? Where is he?!

See, Reid is not currently the matter critical, Mr Dove.

[Inhales slowly]

Your brother...

Nathaniel, he is the matter most currently critical.

You're mistaken. I... I have no brother.

There is this day a nipper abroad in Whitechapel, bawling how his uncle got his throat bit out.

So I come for a look, and who should I find doing likewise but steady Ed and the American.

And with the luxury of a g*n on me, they thought to tell me plenty.

Reid gave proof to all I'd read in Miss Castello's files.

Your mother, Guluba, means "dove", doesn't it?

[Dove inhales and exhales sharply]

I will not tolerate the deception of no man, Commissioner, [Inhales] not even you.

My brother is my concern, alone.

No.

No, he is mine also, if he may bait my hook for Edmund Reid.

There is, perhaps, another way.

Reid's daughter, her loyalties have turned against his favour.

Come by this knowledge how?

He gave to her a note, concerning my brother.

She and Inspector Drummond thought to pass it to me.

Mathilda is in contact with her father.

And I'm being informed of this only now.

But you are informed of it nonetheless.

And with your other recent knowledge concerning my brother, you perhaps grasp the fresh urgency of Reid's apprehension.

Bait the hook.

Well, Mr Dove... ah, you are as black-hearted a bastard as ever roamed the lanes of this dread city.

[Chuckles]

Needs must, Inspector.

When the devil drives.

There is no devil. inspector Shine.

Tell that to the fish seller's boy.

When Reid is done with... you and I, Commissioner, we shall talk again... on what price your reeking secrets may be worth to you.

Oh, be assured, sir, every man of this division will keep their eyes peeled for him.

Dove: A Hackney boy from the borough I call my home.

Bearing witness to such atrocity, running afeared through these cruel streets.

It sits ill with me, Drummond, most ill.

Drummond: I understand, sir.

Hm, J Division territory this may be, but you inform me personally should this poor mite be found.

Yeah, of course, Mr Dove.

Of course.

[Cradles phone]

How could you?!

Jesus Christ, Caitlin.

He must have run, and run fast, because he saw this!

Miss Morton is currently scouring Spitalfields for any sight of him.

No.

No, no, no.

He may fear us, but he trusts Thatcher.

Reid: The boy will seek him out.

Whoa, you're going to the police now?

No, Thatcher will see him safe.

There's work to do.

[Door opens]

We've need of an Ordnance Survey map and the London Shipping Gazette.

[Phone ringing]

Sign your name.

What reason? Just... just make a mark.

You two, you're next!

[Phone ringing again]

Leman Street.

Thatcher, on phone: No! You can't.

Mr Thatcher?!

Jesus.

Robin, what are you doing?

You were to stay.

I was afraid.

Them people you left me with, they're bad.

No, I told you, Robin. They're friends. All right?

You cannot be here, hey?

[Phone ringing]

Leman Street.

Thatcher, on phone: On Princelet Street?

Yeah, we will, ah, send a constable right away.

[Cradles phone]

Who's this, then?

[Warily] Robin, sir.

Robin? Robin Sumner?

I came to see Mr Thatcher.

[Sighs]

Well, you're a clever boy, then.

Cleverer than Mr Thatcher here.

I'll wire J Division. They've been looking for him all over.

It's their case now.

Come with me, Robin. Find you a quiet place and a cup of sweet tea.

You're gonna be just fine, son.

Come on.
[Phone ringing]

[Man, muffled in background] Sergeant?!

[Muffled phone ringing]

Sergeant?!

All right, sorry.

[Phone ringing louder]

Yeah. Sign it!

Sergeant, I'm in need of your... assistance.

Right, name?

Dove puts the bodies in the water here, but for them to meet such a flow, to navigate clear through the Limehouse cut and into the Thames? I mean...

Now, this stretch here... that's barely five foot to a mile.

Tide drops, those bodies will wash up for us to find before they're carried away again.

So anything heavy in the water would most likely be washed aground.

Just after this meander.

Both: Goodluck Hope.

11:00 tonight, the tide at its lowest, after that, the current will wash them away and into the Thames.

Jackson, we can find them.

With the Sumner boy missing, the bodies of his mother and uncle may be our only incontrovertible evidence of Nathaniel's savagery.

We can bring Dove down.

Jackson, are you with me?

Then, I guess we're doing us some night-fishing.

[Door opens]

J Division? Here's the lad.

You're gonna go with this policeman now, Robin.

His division are gonna take care of you, all right?

Well, that's one less headache.

Dove: You've been a very brave boy, Robin... but you don't need to be afraid anymore.

Does he, Miss Chudleigh?

[High-pitched ringing]

[Shine gasps]

[Punching]

[High-pitched ringing continues]

[High-pitched ringing abates]

You call for me, sir?

[Breathily] I did.

I did.

Come here. Sit.

I've just handed the boy over to J Division, Inspector.

Good. Good.

Now, Inspector Drummond, when you observe these posters plastered 'round the station house and the streets beyond... [Inhales] what is it you see?

Sir, is that blood?

Let me tell you what I see, a looking glass that every day reflects the continued inefficacy of this division to prosecute justice upon its most hunted fugitives.

Now, there are some might say this, shame on us should be doubled, at least, given our most recently promoted officer is sweetheart to the very daughter of the fugitive in chief.

Sir, it... it... Y'know, she...

I will tell you what she is, your Mathilda Reid.

She's on the side of goodness... [Sighs] willing to turn against her own Pappy out of noble rectitude. And you?

You, Drummond, lack even the decency to share such with your constabulary brothers.

Now, lad, you'll tell me about Miss Reid's doings with her outlaw old man.

And you will tell me now.

Now, Drummond!

[Gasping]

[Muffled ringing]

There... there is a candle, sir, in the bedroom window.

[Whispered] Eye.

Miss Reid, might I have a word?

Oh, Mr Shine, I really must be going.

A moment is all, and no more.

Last we spoke, I pondered we were kin on account of us both resurrected.

Yes, but...

Please, Miss Reid.

[Hushed] I was wrong.

You are life... [Chuckles quietly] but I...

[Sniffs emotionally and exhales]

By kin is your father.

We, who imagined we saw off death, [Sniffles] but there was, for us, no true resurrection.

We have a course.

Now we... we're bound to the reeking purgatory of these streets, more... more cursed than the dead, who at least know their peace.

For with us, there lingers like... like a whore's perfume the dream of a life.

[Sniffs]

[Emotionally] Here... [Chuckles ruefully] there is a hell of its very own for the dreaming dead.

[High-pitched ringing]

[Gasps]

Mr Shine?

[Muffled] Mr Shine?

[Normal volume] Mr Shine?

Somebody help! Help!

No, no, no, no.

[Shine sighs]

[Inhales]

Forgive me.

Forgive me, Miss Reid.

My intention was not to... [Sighs]

Dear girl, your father will find his peace, I will make sure of it.

Before it is done... take yourself from this place.

[Hushed] Hear me?

Whitechapel is no quarter for the living.

[Shine breathing shallowly]

[Hushed] Good day, Miss Reid.

[Hushed] Good day.

[Mathilda exhales]

[Door opening]

[Sighs] Drum, what are you doing home so early?

I saw Mr Shine on Princelet Street.

He was behaving very strangely.

Tilda, I, ah... [Swallows nervously] could we sit?

But the longer he's out there, on the run, he just makes things worse for himself.

Uh, maybe if he turned himself in, or else we could find and bring him in.

He would have a fair hearing and a chance to present himself.

And, ah... and all you would need to do... is light your candle.

I cannot, Drum.

But Tilda, when we gave Mr Reid's letter to Mr Dove, I thought...

We done the right thing, see.

Did we, Drum?

What, Tilda?

I thought it right then, but, uh...

Oh, Tilda.

I would not ask this of you, except I...

Drum, he is my father.

I know it is difficult, but I cannot do this.

[Sighs]

I understand, my love.

Forgive me. [Sniffs]

[Birds calling]

[Frogs croaking]

The flow should be at its slowest on this side.

The Sumner man will be the heavier of the two.

Body should wash up near this bank.

But she will not, see... [Sniffs]

[Swallows] says she cannot.

[Swallows] And I, um...

I would value your advice, is all, Mr Dove.

My advice on questioning an order from your direct superior?

[Chuckles quietly]

I'm not accusing you of insubordination, Inspector Drummond.

I respect the man unafraid to think for himself.

And you wish to protect your sweetheart from our bleak travails.

I respect that also.

But who protects Whitechapel from the likes of Edmund Reid?

It is us, Drummond.

Reid's apprehension remains the chief concern of H Division.

Whatever policing you must do to that end, you may be sure it is for the good.

And also, above all... think of your future with Miss Reid, the life you will build for her.

[Scoffs] How may that begin when she must live under the shadow of her renegade father?

[Glasses clink]

[Jackson sighing]

[Water sloshing]

[Jackson breathing heavily]

Reid, over here.

[Jackson sighs]

[Lantern handle creaks and clatters]

[Jackson clears his throat]

[Kn*fe flicks open]

[Kn*fe rips through cloth and flicks closed]

[Quiet gasps]

For... for the boy... for the boy to be here, to have washed up thus, ah... for him to have got to the marshes so fast we can recalculate...

What?

For him to have reached the marshes so fast, we can work out where the body was dropped. We can recalculate!

Reid... Reid, Reid!

You don't even see it, do ya?

Look at him.

Look at him!

g*dd*mn it. Look at him. He's a child.

This is how far he'll go. This is what he does.

My son is in that house right now.

It's over.

It's over. [Jackson grunts]

No, no, no, no, no!

[Jackson grunts]

You stay!

You stay! You stay! Stay!

[Jackson groaning]

You stay! We have a clue!

We have a fresh clue.

[Jackson cocks g*n]

We got nothin', Reid.

Nothin'.

[Sighs heavily]

g*dd*mn you for ever coming back to Whitechapel.

You think I'm gonna let my son, my wife fall under the hooves of your crusade?

Where are you going?

Where?

I can't look at him... or you.

Jackson.

Jackson, the boy. The boy!

Just throw him back in the water.

Let the ocean take him.

It's coming for all of us.

[Breathing heavily]

[Breath catches emotionally]

I will not see your memory washed away, Robin Sumner.

[Digging]

[Grunting]

Ah!

[Grunting continues]

Caitlin?!

Matthew, what?

The boy, ah... Caitlin...

Robin, he, ah...

[Breathing heavily]

[Sighs heavily]

.. we found him.

[Sobbing] It was Dove.

He k*lled him.

Listen to me.

We're taking Connor and we're getting out of this g*dd*mn hellhole.

How, Matthew?

I don't care how, but I'm taking our son and by God, I'll see him safe.

[Breathing shallowly]

Are you with me?

Matthew, I...

Are you with me?

I am with you... always.

[Both crying]

[Hushed] First light, we're out of here.

We'll get our boy and Reid can go to hell.

Oh, Mathilda.

Oh.

[Catches breath to stop crying]

[Sighs]

[Crying quietly]

[Door opening]

[Door closes]

I told Caitlin to get some sleep.

'Cause we're gettin' out... with Connor.

Look, I know you want Dove. I know you want justice for...

[Sighs quietly]

Drake, for Bloom, for... oh, for all of 'em. But...

I can't help you no more.

I buried him.

You were right, it is over.

It is over.

[Sighs]

I want to give you some advice.

You get out also. And for good.

And you would have me leave my Mathilda here?

She lit her candle Can you trust her, Reid?

She is my daughter.

And I must say goodbye.

Your advice, Captain, was a conclusion I had already reached, unaided.

We tried.

Didn't we? We... we can say that, at least.

We did.

We did, Captain.

We tried.

That's Connor's room.

[Chains jangling]

[Gate creaks open]

Caitlin.

Cate!

[Thwack]

Jackson: Oh!

[Jackson grimaces]

Chudleigh, right?

Get out of our way.

[Bell ringing]

[Menacingly] Take them now!

Jackson: Not today, boys.

[Under breath] All right.

Argh!

Connor?

Gustus!

Augustus will hunt you down and grind you for glue.

You ought to know I ain't above sh**ting a woman.

Nor am I.

[Chudleigh gagging]

[Poker clatters to the floor]

Third floor.

[Gasps quietly]

[Cocks g*n]

Miss Susan?

sh**t him.

sh**t the son of a bitch, g*dd*mn it!

Matthew, he has Connor. [Quivering]

Mama!

Nathaniel, I'm here for my son.

Please, please, give him to me.

[Connor whimpering]

The pup?

Gustus cares for him now.

I'm pleading with you, Nathaniel.

Give me my son.

He's Gustus' now.

Miss Susan, I can't...

Your brother is no safe guardian.

[Crying] He's a k*ller of boys.

Robin Sumner, Nathaniel, you knew him, did you not?

Robin? He...

Where is he?

Matthew pulled him from the river last night, where your brother Augustus put him.

No.

No. G...

Gustus promised me he would not harm him.

Oh, that boy's dead.

Washed up like garbage in the mud of Goodluck Hope.

It's your piece of sh*t brother, killin' on account of your killin', you g*dd*mn animals.

I never meant for it, never meant for...

Robin, Robin, Robin!

[Whispered] Nathaniel, give me my son.

Mama.

Forgive me, Miss Susan. Forgive me.

He ain't holding Connor now. Step aside, Caitlin.

[Connor fussing]

[Nathaniel cries out]

[Quivering and crying]

[Whispered] Please.

Just end... end... end me.

Nathaniel: Argh!

Matthew.

Matthew, we have Connor.

Please. End me. I beg you, please.

[Crying]

Jackson: Nah, we're leaving. Let's go.

[Crying quietly]

[Footsteps receding down staircase]

Such food for thought, Mr Dove.

Proud words, proud and noble.

This morning, then... you will have him?

I will. He will bow to me.

Edmund Reid will kneel.

I will wait upon it, Inspector.

Your work has been exemplary.

Lady Justice, Mr Dove, holds us both close to her righteous tit, does she not?

[Sneeze]

Reid: Tilda?

[Police whistle sounds]

No.

[Police whistle sounds again]

Mr Reid?!

Drum: You cannot run no more.

There're 20 constables, both ends of this alley.

Will you come peaceful with me?

Mathilda?

It's better you come quiet, sir.

Drummond, I, ah... will you tell her I understand... and that I love her?

To remember that of me, if nought else.

Dove voice-over: "By right of that, which all of us who police this great city hold dearest to our hearts, I write of justice. We, all of us, stand today on the cusp of a glorious new age. A locomotive carving steadfast and sure towards our fabulous future, the future we have dared to dream. And what a future it shall be. The brave and glittering century which awaits us fills me only with hope. Hope that with ever more [Door opens] sophisticated policing, [Bell tolls] we may, in the coming decades, eradicate crime altogether."

Nought so kind as kin, is there?

Good work, Inspector Drummond.

You are caught, Edmund.

You were out-coppered.

Will you kneel to me as my prisoner?

He will not kneel!

Woman: Burn in hell!

[Indistinct yelling from crowd]

The savage and inhuman outlaw still thinks himself a man of stature.

Well now... them shackles are unbecoming for a man of stature.

Take 'em off.

I said, take 'em off.

[Keys jangling]

[Sighs deeply]

No, Jedediah.

At long last, Edmund Reid must fight his own cowardly corner.

I will not fight you.

Then this, brother, will sting something fierce.

[Crowd murmurs]

Steady Ed ain't so steady now.

Shine: Ugh!

Shine: Ugh!

Man 1: Steady Ed.

Man 2: And another one, harder.

Fight, Edmund.

[Back cracks loudly]

[Indistinct yelling from crowd]

These men will not intervene.

[Indistinct yelling from crowd continues]

Man: Go on, Mr Reid.

Man: Get him, Mr Reid, we believe in ya.

Dove: "We may come to know the 20th century as the great era of peace."

Well now, let us parley.

Dove: "And at last...

Reid: Argh!

".. know an age of true harmony between men."

[Reid gasps loudly]

Shine: Ooh!

[Shine groans]

[Indistinct yelling from crowd]

[Reid groans with effort]

[Shine groans]

I will end you!

[Shine choking]

Shine: Oh, yeah?

Mathilda: Father!

[Reid sighs]

[Bones cracking]

Reid: Argh!

[Reid yells out]

Mathilda struggling: Ugh!

[Reid breathing audibly]

[Crowd yelling]

No!

[Crying]

Please, Mr Shine, he is my father.

Get her away from here.

No.

Get her away from here.

Tilda!

Mathilda, we had to catch him.

Mathilda: I will never forgive you!

Reid, weakly: Oh.

[Groaning]

Behold him!

Behold him!

Look upon your Edmund Reid!

Look upon him!

[Reid gasps]

He is fallen.

He is fallen.

See him... [Groans] kneel, now, before the justice of Jedediah Shine.

[Shine breathing heavily]

You and I, Edmund... [Chuckles] at last you will know it, [Sighing] what it means to have all you are snatched from you, to be a half-man in a half-life with nought in your black heart [Shivering] but the hate, hate.

[Laughter turning to sobbing]

[Sobbing]

[Breathing heavily]

I have dreamed of this.

[Panting]

[Reid groaning faintly]

[High-pitched ringing]

Put him in irons.

[Hushed] I've finished.

Finished.

[High-pitched ringing]

[Groaning] Oh.

[High-pitched ringing continues]

No more.

No more. No more.

No more!

[Panting]

I am... I am master.

Ain't no man brings down Jedediah Shine [Exhales] 'cept Jedediah Shine.

I'm done with dreaming.

[Breathing slowing]

[High-pitched ringing continues]

[Exhales and pops lips]

[Ringing abates]

[Needle clatters to floor]

[Footsteps approach]
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