SUSAN: Fifty-five 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 could be done for the child.

She was buried this morning.

Tell us about your cellar, Mr. Buckley.

-Who was she?

-Mathilda Reid.

How could you keep her from me?

(STUTTERING) You never loved her the way I did.

Reid, do not do this, brother.

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

-(LOUD THUD) -Edmund!

DRAKE: 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 seemed forever forsaken.

They are here.

All around us.

With us now.

Amid the secret hidden vapors of this world, they 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.

(TREMBLING) I feel him.

He is 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.

(GASPS) I love you, William.

He knows, madame, your William knows.

Oh!

(STUTTERING) He would use me as conduit that you may know his voice from beyond.

(CLEARS THROAT) Will you permit that?

Mr. Marvell, if you please.

(BREATHING HEAVILY) (GASPS) I see him.

(CHOKING) Help... (WOMEN CRY OUT) -Alex!

-Mr.

Le Cheyne!

(CHOKING) (THEME MUSIC PLAYING) 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, Bennie?

These streets are your marrow.

Abberline comes here today.

He inquires about the killing of Buckley.

Bennie, 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 Mathilda.

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.

It ain't just Inspector, it's head of Division, ain't that right, Benito?

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 she dropped.

Scared her --.

I had to dope her.

William was here.

I...

I felt him.

I saw...

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 phosphorous.

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.

Says Le Cheyne here was as 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.

Well, he was in shape.

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 pow-wow 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 to ourselves.

Wait a minute, I know her.

Edgar, take a look at this.

Yes.

Yes, that's one of our ballet girls, um... Er, Juniper, I believe.

Juniper Kohl.

Is she here?

She was rehearsing this morning.

Some of the girls pull pints at the Ten Bells for a little extra coin.

Thank you, Miss Morton.

We may be talking again, Mr. Marvell.

Drake, just a moment.

Any word of Reid?

Abberline comes today, to inquire.

The autopsy reports have been sewn up, so until then you just keep your powder dry, okay?

And, uh, Drake... Reid stays gone, there are worse men for the job, if you know what I'm saying.

(CROWD CHATTERING) (VENDORS SHOUTING) Steady.

Just steady on, fella.

I'm looking for a girl named Juniper.

I'm told she works here.

Oh?

You'll set my ears afire, sir.

What'll you be drinking?

He was a good man, Alexander.

But it was difficult with... With Ezra.

Stepping out with Ezra Marvell, too?

Ezra and I, in the past... That is, we... And 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'd got on my back to get ahead.

Called me a whore in a tutu.

He was jealous, Inspector, and bitter.

How jealous, d'ya think?

He threatened him once.

When Alexander and I first...

He said he'd destroy him.

I mean just words, but...

But they carried on working together?

Well, they needed each other.

They shook hands in the end, but it was never the same.

And now, all of Alexander's methods, his clients... Ezra's alone.

Thank you.

Thank you, Miss Kohl.

You've, er... You've been very helpful.

Le Cheyne has damage to the esophagus, hemorrhage in the stomach, he's pink there and there... Oxyhemoglobin.

Poison, then?

But which?

(SNIFFS) His insides, sir.

There's a whiff.

You don't say.

Like almonds.

Bitter almonds.

Get me paper, sodium bicarbonate and picric acid.

The Inspector requires you, boy.

Good day, ma'am.

Sir.

Good day.

Come in.

Calm your thoughts.

What is the meaning of this?

You tell us, Mr. Marvell, you're the psychic.

This is a place of solace where spirits may find welcome.

You, sir, may find none.

Some might think it cold.

Straight to work, not a moment in grief.

(SCOFFS) You dare lecture me on the manner of my sorrow?

If you knew the slightest of my work, you would know that the dead are not dead.

And what work you must have, sir.

That train laying to waste, Mr.

Le Cheyne now departed.

And you free to take over his business.

For writing on the slate.

Leave that, boy!

You go right ahead, Constable.

"Oil of phosphorus.

"Ectoplasm."

Soapy water and egg-white.

Get out!

There are people beyond.

Good people in need of comfort.

Yes, Mr. Marvell.

There are.

Ezra Marvell you are under arrest on suspicion of fraud.

When you're right, you're right.

They're both in the archive, Le Cheyne and Marvell.

Mr. Reid had a bugbear for spiritualists.

"Alexander Le Cheyne, born Donald Gribbin."

And died of prussic acid.

Hydrogen cyanide in his hipflask.

Nice fetch, Mr. Marvell.

Oh, you're welcome.

This is absurd.

I could never kill Alex.

He was my, my...

Your friend, Mr. Marvell?

Whose success you envied?

Who stole your girl?

Whom you told you'd destroy?

Juniper.

You said you didn't know her.

I said Alex and I kept our lives separate.

And she's why.

Juniper slid her pretty fingers deep into him and tore out his heart.

I doubt she mentioned that.

Nor how they fought like street cats.

Fought?

Why?

Juniper intends to go to Paris.

Launch herself upon the music halls.

Alexander could not bear it, to lose her for good.

He swore he'd never allow it.

That he knew how to stop it.

But if you seek someone with blood hot enough and a heart cold enough to murder a man, you ought to peer past Juniper Kohl's pretty mask.

Why should I believe you, Mr. Marvell?

It's not even your name is it, Tom Wallace?

You ruined me today.

I did no more than expose your fraud.

And turn again, please.

Alice?

Look.

Come here.

And look.

There's so many of us.

When my wings grow and I fly away, I shall always come back to visit you.

And we can look at ourselves like this.

I hope you won't fly away just yet, little one.

Chief Inspector.

Sergeant.

Your Inspector is required.

Well, he is currently indisposed, sir.

I said, he is required.

There are matters needful, Inspector Drake.

Buckley attacked.

He was uncontrollable.

Used a knife as a weapon.

Mr. Reid defended himself, as any of us would.

In my day, Edmund Reid was no such bedfellow with the ways of violence.

Begging your pardon, sir, but it has not been your day for some years.

Buckley's autopsy report.

By your American.

"Fracture of the cervical spine."

Snapped his neck in the affray.

Instantaneous death.

Nothing to be done.

Nothing to be done.

Although there are some folk in this quarter claim to have seen Inspector Reid attack Mr. Buckley unprovoked in his own shop.

Saw him come out... to parts unknown.

I was there.

I, I told you what I saw.

I ask you this now, with my notebook closed.

Give me the truth of it.

I have already done, sir.

(SIGHS) Switzerland?

I'm assured the school is excellent.

She'll receive the very finest education and treatment from doctors of the mind, leaders in their field.

We shall channel funds into a trust, untraceable of course.

The girl shall have every opportunity.

You must understand, she cannot remain here.

She is not ready.

Miss Hart.

You broke Edmund Reid, but you did not kill him.

He is not without friends in these parts.

Wherever Reid is, should he ever discover the fiction fed to him, we do right by the girl, to the extent we may.

But she must remain dead to her father and everyone in Whitechapel, for the rest of his days.

Captain Jackson's with her.

She came in demanding to see the spiritualist, Marvell, raving about Mr. Wakefield.

His ghost, sir.

Haunting his shop.

Refused my laudanum.

More fool to her.

I do not wish to be tranquilized.

I wish for my dear husband to find peace.

Mrs. Wakefield... Mr.

Le Cheyne warned me, Inspector.

If I did not continue to comfort William, his pain would worsen, his spirit would grow angry.

Tell me what you saw.

Mr.

Le Cheyne always required something of William's to... To sense his spirit.

I would take William's tools.

I took them from his studio yesterday, went to place them back today and er...

He had been there.

I know it.

Pardon me, ma'am, but those are some knives you got there.

What line of work was Mr. Wakefield in?

Erm, a preserver, sir.

Taxidermy?

Yes.

Le Cheyne is killed with prussic acid, right?

William's an animal-stuffer.

Guess what they use to kill bugs?

Prussic goddamn acid.

Now, it could be nothin' but it could be, Mrs. Wakefield here has a moment of clarity.

Sees through Le Cheyne, twigs that he took some money for some hocus-pocus.

Decides to settle the score.

Mrs. Wakefield.

Would you show us where the visitation took place?

Drake, look at this.

Now, it's not about what's here, it's about what's missing.

And here it is.

Couple weeks back, he restocked his supplies.

Prussic acid.

Guess what is not here?

Ezra Marvell would've known he was an animal preserver.

A dead one.

With a poison cabinet.

Mrs. Wakefield.

What else was moved?

This chest.

Those things were, were atop it, to conceal it.

Anything valuable in there?

Oh, business matters.

Erm, old ledgers.

A little spare money.

There's none in there now.

There is!

A few pounds at least.

I, I took some to pay Mr.

Le Cheyne but there...

There was some... Then someone else has took it.

Ghosts haven't any use for coin, Mrs. Wakefield.

This place hasn't been haunted, it's been burgled.

But the door...

The lock could've been picked.

Then, erm... Then it was not him?

♪♪ I miss him.

I miss him so terribly.

Where you stand, sir.

William stood in that very place the last time I saw him.

His beautiful face.

When they found him, the uh...

The accident had destroyed him... (SOBBING) Beyond all...

Thank you, sir.

(SNIFFLES) He had such a gift.

He used to call it a... A blessing.

A power to snatch back from death something of life.

Something of beauty, that could not die.

"Diamonds from ashes," he said.

Did Mr. Wakefield enjoy the music halls?

Blewett's Pavilion of Varieties, for instance.

William sometimes liked to take in a song after work.

He promised to take me to the music halls in Paris.

In Paris?

Um, the, er, the Olympia?

Er, the Moulin Rouge.

He would read to me about them.

All right, so maybe it's the widow.

Or maybe Marvell comes back for the poison, decides to help himself to a little scratch on the side.

What I'd like to know, is what you took from there.

(WHISTLING) I'll be damned.

So much for Mrs. Wakefield's saintly husband.

Look away, son.

Be not corrupted by this devilish filth.

That little minx sure gets around, don't she?

-It's her, isn't it?

-Oh, that's her, all right.

Blewett's own Juniper Kohl.

(MUSIC HALL PIANO PLAYING) One night a fella comes here, asks to use his camera.

Had no money for a bed, not a ha'penny.

And he offered a crown.

So you never knew a Wakefield, then.

No, sir.

He was a lover of Paris also.

Sir?

Miss Kohl, you will drop your mask with me.

Or you shall end up pirouetting in leg-irons.

William took the photographs.

An affair?

Does his... His wife know about... His wife is grieving.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry for her.

I, I do wish to travel, I always have.

Alexander did not like it, but, to think that I might... That I could kill him... Is it so hard to understand that... someone might want to leave this place behind and start again?

May I take these, sir?

And destroy them?

No, Miss Kohl.

You may not.

Mountains, cool streams, green fields filled with flowers.

Jasmines, forget-me-nots.

No, thank you.

I like it here.

Here, Alice.

Drink it up, girl.

Sleep now.

-Miss Susan.

-Hmm?

You're the queen of here, are you not?

Yes, I am.

I thought every queen had a king.

Front page, Mr. Best.

There's a telegram for you.

You did right, Ben.

By Mr. Reid and by the Division.

You did the honorable thing.

There is no honor in a lie, Don.

Well, we both know the world ain't that simple.

The job, though.

Will you take it?

There is a darkness in this place, my friend.

An abyss, Mr. Reid called it.

And it can take from a man all he holds in his heart.

As long as he walks these streets, it will surely find him and swallow him.

I don't pretend to know too much of honor, except we do our best to walk through the fire holding on to whatever scraps of it we can.

But I know this.

You, Bennet Drake, have more than most.

And you of all men may yet make it out of this life alive.

Come on, one more.

I'm trying to persuade her to sing at the wedding.

She doesn't want to?

Well, I imagined her on a gazebo, flamingos all around.

But er, Rose feels it's a little de trop.

How austere of her.

♪ There is a tavern in the town ♪ ♪ That's where my true love sits him down ♪ ♪ And drinks his wine ♪ ♪ Mid laughter free ♪ ♪ And never, never thinks of me ♪ ♪ He left me for a damsel dark ♪ ♪ Each Friday night they used to spark ♪ ♪ And now my love ♪ ♪ Once true to me ♪ ♪ Takes that damsel on his knee ♪ ♪ Fare thee well for we must leave you ♪ ♪ Do not let our parting grieve you ♪ ♪ Remember that the best of friends must part ♪ ♪ Adieu, adieu, kind friends, adieu ♪ ♪ We can no longer stay with you ♪ ♪ We must hang our harps ♪ ♪ On a weeping willow tree ♪ ♪ And may the world go well with thee ♪ ♪ Oh, dig my grave both wide and deep ♪ ♪ With tombstones at my head and feet ♪ ♪ And upon my head ♪ ♪ You can carve a turtle dove ♪ ♪ To signify I died of love ♪ (APPLAUDING) (KNOCKING ON DOOR) I...

Excuse the hour.

You left so soon I...

I brought some supper.

Oh.

Supper and I are both getting cold.

Yes, forgive me, Rose.

Come in.

Here, I'll get this out.

No plates?

Rose, it's late.

I don't think Mr. Morton would care for you calling on a fella with a chop.

Mr. Morton's not my keeper.

He is your intended, Rose.

It ain't champagne and lark tongues, Bennet.

Just eat the bloody food.

I don't know if I should congratulate you.

The promotion.

I have not yet accepted.

I know he was... Is your friend, Bennet.

But if the Inspector has gone... What better man to keep Whitechapel safe?

I have nothing to give Whitechapel, Rose.

And Whitechapel has nothing for no man.

It is a place where good and precious things are broken, and hope is made a phantom.

You're wrong.

There is something good and precious here, which is not broken.

Which cannot be.

No, Rose.

No, girl, this ain't... You're to be married.

And I...

The villainy I wade through, my daily toil...

It is lies and treachery and ruined hearts.

And I would see you protected from that, Rose.

I would see you kept safe from the sad havoc of this world.

I will not bring my ruin upon you.

You do not bring ruin.

You saved me.

The first time I ever laid eyes on you.

That's who you are to me.

Who you'll always be.

The mortuary records, sir.

What Mrs. Wakefield said about her husband, she was not exaggerating.

The record says the whole of him was burnt meat.

She only knew him by his pocket-watch.

There was this feller up in Manchester once, made like he'd fallen off a boat, washed away in the canals.

Then his missus leaves town, we find them both living it up in Altrincham on his life insurance.

So you're thinking, sir, that Wakefield...

He faked it?

Planted his watch on some poor bugger to be with the dancer, sir?

To be with Miss Kohl?

But why kill Le Cheyne?

Ezra Marvell said Le Cheyne wanted Juniper back, said he knew something that would wreck her plans of leaving.

If Wakefield lives, if this is fraud... Maybe Le Cheyne found out.

I'll set about brokers.

See if Wakefield took a policy.

JUNIPER: Calm yourself, darling.

WILLIAM: Junie!

-Where've you been all night!

-Wherever I please.

I was worried sick!

Maybe you should worry about leaving your photographs for the bloody police to gawp at.

The police... What do they...

Nothing.

A copper sniffed about so I gave him a show.

I got rid of the poison yesterday.

And they've got Ezra banged up for it.

Jesus, though.

What've we done, Junie?

What've we done?

And one more day in this room, I'll lose my bloody mind.

We're nearly there.

Alexander is gone.

The insurance pays out today.

Paris, my love.

Our lives in lights.

We just need to hold on.

Wakefield took life insurance two months past.

The beneficiary, sir.

There she is.

The solicitor said a man had been nosing about Wakefield.

Said he'd promised to bring evidence of fraud.

-Give a name?

-Gribbin.

Donald Gribbin.

Le Cheyne's real name.

-He knew.

-That's what he knew.

That's why they killed him.

When does the insurance pay out?

Pays today.

Miss Kohl to collect.

Then I want her and Wakefield for fraud and murder.

The snide we used to roust Obsidian's gin-shops.

The counterfeit?

Get all of it.

See the lawyer pays with it.

You stay on Juniper Kohl.

She'll lead us to Wakefield.

Oh, Grace.

Send a constable for Mrs. Wakefield, will you?

He told me those days were over.

The days of following his --.

And now even in death he betrays me.

Where was she?

This, this... Juniper Kohl and the rest of his whores.

When I stood in the rain and watched dirt shoveled on him?

I made him this gift on our wedding day.

At the end it was all I knew him by.

The inscription, sir.

I thought to keep it with me, close to my heart.

You must think me a stupid, stupid woman.

I do no such thing.

Inspector.

May I ask of you one small benevolence?

If my husband is dead, but I would know his account, will you permit me to speak with Ezra Marvell?

Mrs. Wakefield.

Is it true, Mr. Marvell?

Have you, too, deceived me?

No!

Madame, no.

My gifts are, as were Mr.

Le Cheyne's, a blessing too special to be comprehended by all.

I need to ask my husband.

You must help me communicate with him.

I wish to ask of him the truth.

I must know who she is.

She?

Who, madame?

His whore.

Who is this Juniper Kohl?

Will you help me?

Mrs. Wakefield, I...

I cannot.

My powers are... What you've heard of me is the truth.

Perhaps the sole truth of Ezra Marvell.

I am Tom Wallace.

And no more than a fairground conjurer.

All I may offer you is the opportunity to ask your questions directly to Juniper Kohl herself.

You... You know her?

Enough to know where she was most fond to take her men.

Everything's arranged.

Carriage to the docks, first class aboard the steamer.

Then our hands are clean.

Clean?

Is that what you believe?

They're clean enough to exchange those bearer bonds.

What is the girl doing out of her quarters?

I want to stay here.

I don't want to go on a ship!

-I won't!

-Alice.

She stays in her quarters.

Is that understood?

I beg your pardon, sir.

Miss Susan.

Your visitor.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR) Junie!

Tell me we did it!

Olivia.

My darling!

You...

This is not what it appears.

My darling... Olivia.

My... My love.

Bonjour!

Look what I've got.

♪♪ I care for Edgar.

He's a decent man but, Bennet, he...

He owns a piece of me.

But I...

I can't help but wonder if I should... My father wanted me to marry a man named Jared King.

Heir to a mining fortune.

Also a decent man.

But I chose a penniless Pinkerton.

Bennet is...

He's not the Captain.

No.

No, he's not.

But do you... Well, before now, that is... Did you regret it?

My dear Rose.

The regrets I have accrued in this life could fill all the oceans twice over.

But that.

Him.

The Captain.

Not one single moment.

That's gonna itch like hell for a couple of days, but er, that's Mother Nature's way of telling you not to put it there.

Next?

I shall refrain from dropping my smalls.

Look, if you're here for dirt on Reid...

I come on no such business.

All right, Best.

What is it that ails ya?

A sickness.

Oh?

Vomiting?

Or... A sickness in the heart of Whitechapel, Captain Jackson.

You know, you should know my scalpels are very sharp.

The Leman Street locomotive tragedy.

Fifty-five souls killed... And five men hanged for it.

Five pawns hanged.

Five pawns who knew not what they took, or for whom they took it.

What of it?

The sea can they cleaned out, it carried bearer bonds, American dollars.

Yeah, this is all known news, Best, why don't you just give me the goddam headline, for Christ sakes, huh?

Why are you bringing this to me?

What, do you not see, Captain?

The name of the addressee is clearly marked.

He whose anonymous securities were robbed.

He who, still the police no wiser, now continues to ship such spoils into London.

Have you really forgot what the name Theodore Patrick Swift means?

Or does the thought of your father-in-law's coin getting burgled in such close proximity to his daughter, your wife, not raise one note of suspicion in you?

His estranged daughter and my estranged wife, in case you've forgotten.

What exactly are you implying?

You think, what, Susan was involved in this?

It is a startling coincidence, is it not?

It's conjecture and you're out of your goddamn mind.

I am not saying it is so.

I am merely asking you the question.

You... You once enjoyed such intimacy with the lady's ways and doings.

You need to get out of my surgery while you still have one ear.

Not saying, Captain.

Asking.

DR. FRAYN: Girl!

Alice!

(SHUFFLING, GLASS BREAKING) I need to see Bennet Drake.

Rose!

-I've seen her.

-What are you...

The girl.

(HORSE NEIGHING) Whoa.

Easy, easy.

MAN: Clear the path!

Step aside.

Alice.

Alice!

Alice!

Alice!

(YELLING) Alice!

Alice!

Alice!

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)