The Frankenstein Chronicles

Any change, Meecham?

I still have hope, Doctor.

Lost cause, this one Father. God's left him long passed.

God leaves no-one.

Will you pray with me, my son?

Come back to us, John.

Come back to us, John.

My son?

J-John...?

He lives...

He lives...

Come on. Back to bed with you.

Enough.

Enough!

Enough now!

Don't make me use it

Forgive me.

Out the way! Out the way!

Let me show you where you were born.

My Adam.

You are the next step.

Jemima.

You told me that if Daniel succeeded, then we would be in a world without God?

And I would be as guilty for it as he?

Well he has.

And I am.

I was lost...

I couldn't find you.

There will be another one after you.

And others after that.

Fire and water and ice.

You must find him.

You must do this for me.

Heaven is closed to both of us.

Fire and water and ice.

Where are you?

You must find him.

You must do this for me.

You must find him, you must do this for me.

They say the body is a real mess, like a scene from the Bible.

Who'd kill an Archdeacon but a man touched by the Devil himself?

Ripped out his intestines and his heart and his lungs, I heard.

Oi! I told you lot to get down to the Coroner's office.

Sergeant Nightingale.

Inspector Treadaway.

Look at this.

Sir Robert's Great Metropolitan experiment.

At Bow Street I went out and got things done.

Now I spend all day writing about it in triplicate.

Detailed records are the future, sir, I do believe it.

I think you might be right, Sergeant.

Cos they're no bloody use to us here in the present.

Have you finished at Portugal Street?

As I suggested, a crime of passion.

It was the husband himself who killed his wife.

You got him to admit to it? - No need, sir, the evidence admits all.

Good work, Sergeant.

Very good.

Murder is definitely your talent.

I've another one with your name to it.

The murder of the Archdeacon?

No, a guard at Bedlam, killed by an escaped lunatic in his flight.

Bedlam is under Southwark Watch-house.

But the toll-man at Regent Bridge spied the lunatic crossing the river.

Which makes him the concern of Westminster.

How did the guard die?

Throat slit ear to ear, I'm told.

Horrible business.

Constable Bircher!

You'll be assisting Sergeant Nightingale in his enquiries.

Sergeant Nightingale... - If you wish to rise

above the rank of constable, you need to be more conscientious with your work

rather than fuelling babble and hearsay.

Understood?

Yes, Sir.

We've come for the body of the Archdeacon. Hand him over.

This murder's the concern of the church coroner, Mr Renquist!

Says who? - Says the church!

Out. Get him out!

I don't take orders from Charlies like you.

But maybe you will accept the authority of the Very Reverend Dean of Westminster

when I tell you that you have no jurisdiction here.

The Parish Watch are in charge, not the police.

Never let that happen again.

Yes, sir.

How can I help you?

I was abandoned by God.

And now you seek His sanctuary?

So it is you, John Marlott.

I am not John Marlott.

Yet you walk in his image.

Why?

To find Daniel Hervey

and show him God's vengeance.

No.

The man I knew, this man I see before me

you were not a man of vengeance.

Who was I?

You were a man of kindness.

A man of justice.

Justice?

I was shown no justice.

Now I walk a wasteland, Father.

A world forsaken.

It is the poor who are forsaken, not the world.

And what they crave is justice.

Then we are all abandoned. - No. No...

Here in Pye Street it is the church who has abandoned us.

The church, not God.

My flock lies here

in the cradle of the church, under the gaze of God

yet every day they wander further into the valley of death...

While the Dean of Westminster watches on and lines his own pockets...

...from evil for thyne is the kingdom, power and the Glory for ever.

Amen

Amen.

Good morning, Mr Dean.

Mr Renquist.

Gentlemen, leave us please?

The Metropolitan police have begun trespassing on the murder of the Archdeacon.

Yes, how very irritating.

The Home Secretary wishes to illustrate the competence of his new police force.

It feels like desperation.

Nevertheless...

I cannot be expected to conduct church business with their continuing interference.

And you shall not.

Even the Home Secretary will find he cannot refuse the seal of the King.

Who I'm sure would not object to my small appropriation of his authority.

Westminster is not the domain of the state.

It is the domain of God.

The Kings seal is the final word

and the people will...

have faith in the Church.

I rescued them after your arrest.

Do you think I'm guilty of it, Father...?

Flora's murder?

That's between you and God.

I won't betray you.

But your clothing might.

Go to this shop and ask for Esther Rose.

She is someone you can trust.

I cannot repay you.

"The wicked borrow and pay not again; but the righteous show mercy, and give."

Is that a Psalm?

That's right.

I remember it...

Do not forsake God, my son.

And do not forsake those He has in keeping for you.

They still await you on the other side.

I have seen the other side.

I was taken to the meeting place but they were both gone.

They were sent on without me.

What marvel brought you back here, John Marlott?

I am not John Marlott. - Then who are you?

I passed beyond God's kingdom.

John Marlott is dead.

An Archdeacon is murdered in the very heart of Westminster

and the Metropolitan police are instructed to play no part in such matters?

The Dean of Westminster flaps his wings indeed.