Ripper Street

55 lives given up for unregistered

and anonymous bearer bonds.

Does this buy back a life?

She was being held prisoner in a cellar.

Who is she?

The girl is Reid's daughter.

I will do right by the girl.

What is it you ask of me?

There was nothing that could be done for the child.

She was buried this morning.

Tell us about your cellar, Mr. Buckley.

- Who was she?! - Matilda Reid.

How could you keep her from me?

You...

never loved her the way I did.

Reid, do not to this, brother.

You couldn't love her enough to keep her then.

Edmund!

Inspector.

You may have five minutes.

I can give no more.

Ladies and gentlemen...

My name

is Alexander Le Cheyne,

and in this place,

at this moment...

we are not alone.

Your lost ones, those you grieve,

those whose absence cuts deep like a blade...

the face, the voice,

the touch which seem forever forsaken...

they are here,

all around us,

with us now.

Amid the secret hidden vapors of this world

the shimmer and languish and yearn unseen.

In this let I be your humble servant and medium,

for your lost ones,

they are not lost.

They are here.

They are not lost.

I feel him.

He's in pain, Mrs. Wakefield.

A pain that

only your love can salve and balm.

The locomotive calamity which tore him from you was

so sudden, so...

so cruel.

I love you, William.

He knows, Madame.

Your William knows.

Oh. He...

he would use me as conduit that

you may know his voice from beyond.

Oh.

Will you permit that?

Mr. Marvell,

if you please.

I see him.

Oh!

I...

He's...

Oh!

Help.

- Alex! - Mr. Le Cheyne!

It is offered to you, then?

This room?

Mr. Reid's position,

effective immediate.

What you came back for,

- ain't it? - Not like this, Donald.

Be that as it may, Inspector,

the division needs a man behind that desk,

and who better, Bennet?

These streets are your marrow.

Abberline comes here today.

He inquires about the killing of Buckley.

Bennet, we spoke of this.

Abberline may once have coppered here,

but this day, he comes as Yard.

With the inspector still absent

with no word, we have a duty to him.

The inspector would say it is our duty to do what's right.

And so it is,

and what is right is to protect the inspector's good name.

The girl.

His little Matilda.

Should we exhume,

bury her proper-like?

If the inspector returns,

it is a choice for him.

While the choice is mine,

the dead shall have their peace.

Inspector, thank you for coming so swiftly.

Ain't just Inspector.

It's Head of Division, ain't that right, Benneto?

Sir.

Hail to the chief.

What happened?

We got ourselves a dead clairvoyant.

Never saw it coming.

Oh, William.

- William. - Mrs. Wakefield.

Le Cheyne here was channeling the spirit

of her dearly departed when he dropped.

Scared her shitless. I had to dope her.

William was here.

I... I felt him.

I saw a...

I saw his light.

It was the light of his love.

He was killed.

The train crash, she said.

I'll have a constable show you home, Mrs. Wakefield.

He was a spirit-worker, all right.

And this here...

That's your light of love.

Oil of phosphorus.

Don't touch that.

It's a nice grift you boys got going.

Grift, sir?

Who's this?

Sidekick.

Partner and apprentice to Mr. Le Cheyne.

Ezra Marvell, sir.

He says Le Cheyne here was fit as a horse.

It is no malady of the body but his gift

which today lays him low

and snuffs from the world a light so bright.

Mr. Wakefield perished in the locomotive disaster.

His spirit is agonized.

Mrs. Wakefield had become a regular client,

sought to soothe her husband, to guide him toward peace.

Mr. Le Cheyne

communed with William,

but also,

with his pain.

But it was too much even

for this great man to bear.

Well, he was in shape.

At least he was. If I was a gambling man, I'd bet on poison,

and I am a gambling man.

Then let's get him to the dead room.

Why don't we just ask Merlin here to powwow with his spirit?

- Sir, do not make light. - Did Mr. Le Cheyne

make enemies in his line of work? Did he, sir?

Anyone who might come to doubt the honor of it?

Doubt, sir?

There is none.

Who's the girl?

Mr. Le Cheyne and I kept affairs beyond our work for ourselves.

Wait a minute. I know her.

Edgar, take a look at this.

Yes.

Yes, that's one of our ballet girls. Um...

Ah... Juniper, I believe. Juniper Kohl.

Is she here?

She was rehearsing this morning.

Some of the girls

pour pints at the Ten Bells for a little extra coin.

Thank you, Miss Morton.

Now, we may be talking again, Mr. Marvell.

Drake, just a moment.

Any word of Reid?

Abberline comes today to inquire.

My autopsy report's been sewn up,

so until then, you just keep your powder dry, okay?

And, ah, Drake...

Reid stays gone, there are worse men for the job,

if you know what I'm saying.

I'd like you to stay backstage.

- How is he? - Yeah, full of chuckles.

Uneasy lies the head, darling.

Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown.

I'm looking for a girl named Juniper.

- Told she works here. - Oh.

You set my ears afire, sir.

What will you be drinking?

He was a good man, Alexander.

But it was difficult with...

with Ezra.

Were you...

stepping out with Ezra Marvell, too?

Ezra and I...

in the past, that is, we...

then I met Alexander Le Cheyne.

Mr. Marvell gave out he didn't know you.

It was difficult for Ezra.

He felt like Alexander had all of the limelight,

that he was always waiting in shadow,

no more than a sidekick.

And then Alexander had me, too.

Ezra would tell people

I got on my back to get ahead.

Called me a whore in a tutu. He was...

jealous, Inspector,

and bitter.

How jealous, do you think?

Threatened him once.

When Alexander and I first...