Ripper Street

There will be bad things said about me, things

that perhaps you will not recognize as acts

I could have carried out. -Not again, father.

Do not leave me.

You stay close to your Samuel Drummond.

Understand?

Should you need to speak with me,

place a candle in your window. -Nathaniel, is it?

Those are bite marks, Reed.

Flesh torn out with teeth.

We find him, his capture will bring us also

his brother, Augustus Dove.

Where did he say?

Somewhere.

It is a whole system of tunnels. -Hide.

I shall find you.

Bennet!

Bennet! -Cut me open.

Bleed out my heart.

But all you will find there is dust.

Bennet, you fight.

You fight.

No, my friend.

No more fighting.

No!

Undertaker.

Yes, sir.

A closed casket for this man, if you will.

Reid, Reid.

What do you say?

Three nights we've been down here.

This day, every uniform from the city to the marshes

is gonna be at his gravesite.

If we're quick about it, we can move freely.

Where?

Someplace that ain't a sewer, where we can sleep, eat.

Then say.

If I say, you won't go.

That thing's more conspicuous than you are.

This way now. Quick.

Come.

The stage door gives out onto the laneway.

Here. There's food.

You think you'd have the decency

to keep your murderous fingers off my lunch.

All the decayed ruins in this town and you bring me to hers?

I did warn you.

It's a real nice place you got here, Hermione.

beast lies dead.

All right.

Let me tell you what he said about you.

Hey, I've had you.

That's right.

They're skills, that savagery.

Who's next?

Hey?

Who dare risk their animal against mine?

This way.

Would not if I were you, brother.

He ain't the petting kind.

What kind is he?

The killing kind.

Is that so?

What you want?

I want your dog.

Well, you can't have him.

No, we're done.

Wait, don't hurt me!

Please.

Hey!

Good boy. Good boy.

Come on.

Come on.

You come with me, boy. You're mine now.

Why Inspector Reid resorted to such action

is a question that may only be answered by the man himself.

But the facts of the ghastly fate suffered by Mr.

Swift cannot be ignored.

The recorded cause of death was dehydration,

but that eventual end must, one imagines,

have come as mighty relief for a once eminent man

who had lived for 10 days in conditions

which defy imagination.

10 days in which his body, in starving desperation,

would have slowly turned to eating itself, before death

came to spare him for the suffering.

Before that blessed hour, however, dehydration would have

brought him to a mad delirium.

In that state, he had chewed his own tongue to ribbons,

and shattered the bones of his fingers and wrists

in repeated attempts to break down the bars of his prison.

As for Mr. Reid, the only man who

might shed light on whose own motives,

his whereabouts remain unknown.

There is more food and water, too, if you would like to wash.

And believe me, you ought to do so.

Because never mind talk of you, I expect the stink

carries to Scotland Yard.

How do we know she may be trusted?

I imagine that depends on whether you intend to become

charming or not, Mr. Reid.

You, might I have a word, please?

Where is it you go, Mr. Reid?

Get eyes on my girl if I can.

See if she's lit her candle to call for me.

I shan't expose you if I'm taken,

were that your chief concern.

When is it you are planning to leave?

You are running, I imagine. -We are.

Then, why are you in my play house?

All the ports are watched.

And besides me and Susan, we're a family now.

You will not leave your son behind?

No.

And Mr. Reid?

Pour two.

Reid.

Yeah, look, his gruffness, He's barely spoken two words since.

Since what?

Since they came for him?

No.

Since we watched Drake die.

You were there?

When that man Abel Croker murdered him?

Don't believe everything you read in the newspapers.

Did he not in fact murder Inspector Drake?

Was the man fitted for the crime?

It's best you don't know.

Then that which Mr. Reid is accused of,

what happened to Miss Swift out there's father, is that it also

a questionable version of events?

Is he, is she, in fact blameless?

Blameless? Never that.

And to think when I read of her supposed passing-- I mean,

I should be shot, but I-- I sorrowed for you.

Mimi, darling--

Don't call me "darling."

You call me "darling" one more time,

and I will walk you to Leman Street myself.

I don't understand how you dare come to me.

Was there no one nowhere else?

We had a long list.

No candle?

Well, she has Drummond staying with her, right?

Correct.

And all the while, Augustus Dove, that brother of his,

now hid in some safe place while he

makes certain the world is fully apprised

of the evil I have done.

And I may not protest.

And I may not hold my girl and explain

to her the ghastly truth of her Uncle Bennet's passing.

Hey, Reid, she knows that truth, she then knows danger.

And you're in no place too offer her your protection.

We must continue to cower, must we?

And while the world is poisoned, justice and truth

are made August Dove's whores.

What are we to do then, Reid?

We go get our justice.

Let the heavens fall.

What will you do?

What can he do?

He chooses to fix his will to vengeance,

he will tear this world down about us.

Maggie, you don't wish for justice?

You're asking the wrong woman entirely the wrong question.

Whatever common factors shared by Miss Morton and myself,

I am today grateful for them.

But we cannot imagine ourselves protected by her.

So you believe her disloyal?

What motive does she have to lean to loyalty

when she brings you to mind?

We do not act, you and I, whether it

is with fury or another's idle tongue- we must ask

is all I say.

And this great action you describe?

Our vases, I have a sense of where Croker may have hid them.

If that sense is accurate, there is not a soul

left to stop me taking them.

You don't think you're gonna be seen on the dockside?

Yes, and I have a thought on how that might be addressed.

I don't like it, Caitlin.

I'll go.

You just-- you stay here where it's safe.

No.

Because you must go to Connor, set eyes on our son,

if you can.

All that has passed in the house which he must call home.

We must see that he's well, Matthew.

And I will be watched for there.

Darling, we are watched for everywhere by everybody.

No. No.

Not everywhere.

What was that fixation, anyway?

Besides, what is a theater if not a place

in which we might transform ourselves, transform myself?

What?

You be careful.

'Cause I might fall in love with you all over again.

This new chief of ours who comes in this morning,