Ripper Street

Stay there. Get back in line.

That man - you.

You, step away.

- You want to steal from De Graal? - Agh!

You will never steal more!

Argh!

Back to work! Back to work!

Argh!

You see that?

The black bastard's hand just came apart!

Are you the lady lives beneath the name Hart?

I am. May I know your name, sir?

Oh, you take men's names in such places?

Ones I do not quite trust, yes.

There's a countryman I hoped to find here.

He lives beneath the name Jackson, I understand.

I know him.

And I hope never to see him again.

Forgive me, ma'am.

Then where might I seek him out?

Sir.

Mr...?

Judge.

There a... surgeon works here? An American?

Daniel?

Twinkle?

You are a sight for a weary man.

Oh!

Agh!

I thought you were dead, you son of a bitch.

Twink... really...

is that any way to greet your brother?

Ripper Street 2x07: Our Betrayal (1) Original air date: December 9, 2013

Rose?

Mr Reid.

What do you do here, Rose?

I search for Bennet Drake, Inspector.

There's twice, sir, I owe my life to him.

I walk this way twice a day

and will stop only once I have found him.

I cannot forsake him.

You and I are joined in that, Rose. Here...

to help...

...with your enquiries.

Thank you, Mr Reid. I shall return it.

You return it to him.

Edmund?

Chief Inspector, I am glad to find your house-breaking skills

have not gone neglected.

You are here for why?

It has been a month

since...

Sergeant Drake handed you his badge

and went missing. He will return or...

he will not.

But you...

...my friend...

...you are to extract your head from your arse

and get about your work once more.

Mm, mmm!

Wherever it is you've been,

you still haven't learned any manners.

Hm, get some more wine, will you?

Daniel, where have you been?

Last I heard, you were in Cairo.

You wrote me.

And then I wasn't. And didn't write you.

- For eight years. - What are you, our mother?

“Gas and lighting, “ you said. "Come," you said.

“Egyptians know nothing about everything

“and have coin to spend on a man

- "with experience of a modern city." - Which was true.

But you know nothing of either gas nor lighting.

They didn't know that. I was American.

They heard my voice and assumed I was Edison.

- And then? - Mm, steamer to Lake Victoria.

Overland to Mombasa.

Mombasa to Sofala.

And Sofala to... Courtvale.

And what do you do there? Did you dig yourself a mine, Daniel?

You getting this?

Twink, you are an angel.

To work, then.

Sergeant.

Mr Reid.

Still no sign nor word?

No, none. Today's roll?

Assaults, pockets lifted...

quiet day thus far.

No deaths reported - accidental or otherwise?

None, sir.

Then that is at least something.

- Here. These men... surveyors. - There's three of them.

Set upon by thugs in the noonday sun.

Basin Slum. They're council surveyors.

Who reported this offence?

Councillor Cobden, sir.

They were her men, I believe.

- This man - Hinchcliffe. - Craftsman, Mr Reid.

I know that, Constable.

The man made my wife's wedding band.

- His complaint? - That he is defrauded.

- You met with him? - Yes, sir.

Flight, would you consider it an intrusion

if I spoke with him myself?

Not at all, Inspector.

In fact, I should be grateful for your insight.

Sergeant, I am to Hinchcliffe and thence to Councillor Cobden.

- Yes, Mr Reid. - With me, Flight.

Mr Werner and I...

commerce had been established for a little over six months.

- Thank you. - Thanks.

A necklace one week, a watch strap the next month,

a bracelet or two.

Payment was prompt on each and every occasion...

And then the final order was made by Werner himself.

Indeed, I could see no reason to distrust him.

It was a substantial order.

Two necklaces set with rubies, three brooches likewise.

Earrings...

Such an opportunity.

I could have fed my family for half a year.

Mr Hinchcliffe, such men as this Werner

are wise in their deception.

There is no shame in your trust of him.

But the loan I took on to manufacture those goods...

its repayment...

If this man is not found, my goods recovered and sold...

...then my family is for the workhouse.

We will find him. Sir, restitution will be made.

This quarter, Flight,

all that we see here, daily-

abduction, murder-

it is perhaps understandable that crimes like these

do often go unreported

and that they are treated by ourselves

as not mattering a great deal in comparison.

But honest trade practised with skill and good heart

and now cheated of income?

For this neighbourhood to emerge from the swamp,

the Hinchcliffes of our world

must feel our support and encouragement.

You have it, Flight.

It all matters.

You find this man Werner for me.

It is a complaint of common assault, Inspector.

A bobby with a notebook would have been quite adequate

if not, in fact, preferable.

There was an opportunity to see you, and I... took it.

And no such similar opportunity presented itself

in the month since you last stood in that doorway

and professed that what you felt for me was love?

Much has happened since that night.

My, er... my sergeant.

His wife was taken from him.

I do hope that you will pass my sympathies.

I cannot find him, Jane.

I believe he holds himself responsible for it.

- And was he? - No.

But such guilt...

...it is not unfamiliar to him.

Nor to myself.

I try to understand, Edmund. I do. But...

...almost five weeks to sit alone

in the confusion of knowing that you...

What is it here that frightens you so much?

That in seeking to make you happier than you were before,

I might, in fact, do the reverse.

I am afraid that's already been achieved.

But, Edmund, it is within your power to remedy it.

Well... let me begin, at least, by helping you with this matter

of the assaults on your men at St Paul's Wharf side.

Now I have you.

- I believe I've found him, Sergeant. - Who's that, Mr Flight?

The confidence man - Werner.

He is accused of defrauding Mr Hinchcliffe.

Every year, five similar swindles on five similar tradesmen -

smiths, furniture-makers, tailors. Then, within a week,

a flash sale advertised,

the belongings of bankrupt businesses and properties.

There is one such "sale" begins this very morning, Sergeant.

Well...

...then you best go shopping, Mr Flight.

I seek a man called Werner.

Two shillings?

You are Werner?

What is it you want, boy?

A frock to step out in?

H Division.

Stop him!

H Division, is it?

Well...

...you're in Limehouse now.

And I... am protected.

Yes.

That's right, Daphne.

You know who runs things around here.

The name Shine familiar to you, is it?

But guilt and penalty of sin may be removed, may they not,

through good deeds?