Ripper Street

Those are bite marks.

Flesh torn out with teeth.

This has Bennet Drake's seat.

It was.

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

There is a savaged man found.

Augustus, I have not.

You have been good, haven't you?

I have.

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, Goluba, was the word he used for Dove.

What did Mr. Dove's brother do?

Reid believed him to have been the killer.

I could never hurt you, Nathaniel.

You will live quiet and easy until all that may

harm us will be put to rest.

Thank you, Gustus.

Good boy. Steady.

Morning, Mr. Sumner.

You feeling any better?

Fat ones today. -Aye.

Mr. Sumner.

I got some jam.

It's black currant.

I got plenty.

You should try for the market, lad.

Morning, Nathaniel.

Hello, Augustus.

I brought you victuals.

10 peaches, some lemonade.

Edmund Reid, Augustus, 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.

He 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.

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 them today.

Told me his cottage was just downriver.

Thought-- I thought to take his eels to him.

He was been poorly, 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.

I'm alone here.

It's-- it's not the docks, the noise, the life.

This life here, it is only going 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 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?

Yes, Nathaniel. Yes, it does.

Come to the house tonight.

Dinner.

Thank you, Gustus.

I-- I should love to see your home.

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, Augustus, very good.

Here. -No!

Leave him be, Nathaniel.

The pup needs help is all.

It's like this.

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

And then it is there, blade catching

glint, black in my blood again.

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

Yes, brother.

I wanna be better, Gustus.

And you shall be.

There are doctors of the mind, Nathaniel.

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

Thank you, Gustus.

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.

This ain't a jail, Reid.

Jail, you get more sunlight.

My playhouse is not your wastebasket, Mr. Reid.

And if jail seems preferable, Captain, do please feel

most free to relocate yourself.

Howdy, Thatcher.

Done the knock for it, didn't I?

Three seconds before the last.

I counted two.

You have something?

Tell me you have something.

I searched for reports of murders of woundings.

There's not so much as resembles the animal method.

He-- he's not killed again.

Well, maybe-- maybe Dove finally put him in the ground,

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 confide in me his stratagems, Captain.

The first I heard of it was this.

This is a hell of an informant we have?

My apologies.

Sergeant Thatcher, your efforts are invaluable

and we are grateful for them.

Eternally so.

Best be on my way.

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?

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-- paralyzed 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.

I'm going home.

There's food for dinner and breakfast in my office.

Mr. Sumner.

Sorry, is he here?

My father, he had been poorly for some time.

I brought eels.

Yes, you did.

Wanting pay, then? -No.

Money?

No, no.

It's just, take the eels.

Caleb, Robin, mister?

Nathaniel.

Nathaniel fished our eels.

Wishes to pay respects.

Dig, boy.

I can help with that.

Thank you, Nathaniel.

May we offer you supper?

No, I must be getting back.

It's no banquet.

stew and potato, full belly for your hard work.

Thank you.

Jasper Sumner, our father, a good man.

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

I'll need help, Pru.

Of 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-- I used to live by another river.

How'd you come upon the cottage?

It was abandoned, I thought.

My brother.