NEWSPAPER BOY: Whitechapel Beast slays again!

Jewish Immigrant murdered.

Thank you, Sir.

Paper... (THEME MUSIC PLAYING) Where is she then?

-EDITOR: Excuse me, sir!

-Sit!

I should've known.

Edmund Reid betrays his badge, his uniform, his brother men.

No!

I told you, Inspector Drake.

And you would not hear it from me.

I will not stand idle whilst Whitechapel falls beneath terror.

A terror in which I believe Assistant Commissioner Dove to be implicated.

Now, this will break him from his cover.

And break our good name alongside.

Our good name be damned!

Miss Castello, will you show him?

CASTELLO: Here.

You may recognize Leon Rutowski.

This image recorded the day he lead his people out of the Russian Empire.

What are these?

Towns, villages?

CASTELLO: They are shtetl.

REID: They are the towns and villages where the Jewish people of Russia were tolerated to live... For a while.

Until living there became intolerable.

These then, their journeys as they fled... Those that made their eventual way to London.

Go on.

I first heard the name Rutowski two years ago, from one who followed him.

A woman, the only surviving member of her family to have reached London.

And though her grief was still great, so was her gratitude to the man, the Rabbi, who had led their caravan west.

I recorded the name Leon Rutowski, and then put that record aside.

Until, in time, you heard his name again.

CASTELLO: The victim of a murder.

About which you, Mr. Drake, would reveal barely more than a sentence of information.

Until the murderer was named, Isaac Bloom... Another Jewish man to have made such a journey.

Yet still, although I make daily requests for details, none are forthcoming from you, sir, or your superior at Scotland Yard, Assistant Commissioner Dove, who proceeds to injunct all details of your case.

I am afraid I am perverse.

Being barred from asking questions has a tendency to make me ask more.

This week last, I traveled to Paris where his friends at the Sorbonne allowed me to remove these photographs.

And, these...

They are his diaries, Bennet.

And you have read these?

They are in Ukrainian.

He cannot.

Well then, they must be translated.

REID: They are being so.

Rabbi Rutowski's own account of a journey at the head of 150 men, women and children... A community of Jews, then supplemented by a further diaspora.

Christians fleeing north from the Balkan peninsula.

REID: "In daylight, breaking camp, I see them... "Perhaps 50 yards from us, watching through the trees.

"A wolf pack.

"I say nothing to the group.

We walk on.

"The whole day they follow.

They are to the south of us, "perhaps an hour later, to the north.

"We camp at nightfall.

"I instruct fires to be built on our perimeter and I am asked why.

"I do not need to find an answer, "because that is when they begin to howl.

"The first night they take two.

"An elderly couple.

"We know nothing of this until their screams "erupt from the darkness beyond our fires.

"By morning, there is nothing left of them "except blood in the snow.

"The following night they come again, but now they take five.

"Two young girls among them.

"Two weeks we walk through the forest like this.

"And on the last night, however, the wolves take a woman, "a Christian woman, Guluba.

"I remember her name because she was the last.

"And also because her two sons attempted to fight the animals.

"Perhaps for this reason, the wolves did not remove her corpse... "Instead left her there in the snow her insides all about her, "and the youngest of her sons still clutching at her cold body."

Rutowski told Isaac Bloom that he had come to London to right a wrong and he would only say that this wrong constituted an abandonment.

The later entries, his arrival in Paris, he...

He talks of being broken, unable to continue, unable to lead his people further.

REID: And so the caravan breaks up.

Men, women and children going where they may.

And some, we know...

Correct, Miss Castello to London?

So perhaps these two brothers were forced to go on without Rutowski.

And is this, that abandonment?

Two small boys.

Alone and orphaned.

Their memories, who they felt themselves to be, shaped and fathered by the beasts -they met in that forest.

-And now grown to adulthood.

Homo homini lupus est.

CASTELLO: Man is wolf to man.

Before Rutowski was found, weeks before, do you recall, Deborah?

The talk had started.

A figure seen on rooftops, watching those of this community.

What they called The Whitechapel Golem.

So what has become a rabid violence.

Begins with a surveillance.

Like the wolves, stalking the caravan.

REID: Two boys, two Christian boys, the sons of the wolves' last victim, are given shelter by a Jewish community.

Whilst in their care, they are exposed to this... Bestial horror.

And now in adulthood, one of them seeks to visit the same horror within the same community.

The woman's name.

Do you recall that bird seller had a stall off the back of Fashion Street?

I do, I remember him.

He was a Gippy.

Made great play of it, his Balkan Romany roots.

"Guluba."

Was the word he used for a dove.

He makes his mother's name English.

Redefines himself with it.

(WHINES) ROSE: We all knew it when we were all scraps together we all knew you would become the model of what a man might be... How is it you are alone, Augustus?

I do not know, Rose.

All I know is it saddens me.

It saddens me something fearful.

Do not be sad, Augustus.

Do not be.

There is too much confusion in the world for a young handsome man to be sad.

Not too far, Connor!

Rose, may I ask you something?

'Course you may.

Your words to me?

Your recent words of Miss Hart and how she and Mr. Reid had collaborated on some act of evil?

Well, who could blame him for it when it... His daughter...

It was his child.

But Susan, what she did... Rose forgive me, I do not follow.

It was her father, Theodore Swift.

Her own flesh and blood and God help him, Bennet, stood by and watched as they put him in that cellar.

Oh, but I am faithless.

You are not, Rose.

You are nothing of the kind.

What they did was murder.

Two men.

For three vases.

Does that represent a good deal?

CROKER: Oi, I'll tell you again.

Their blood is on my hands.

Now, we may waste no time.

Yes, I understand that, Croker.

CROKER: Then take one vase, only one mind, to that fence off Radcliffe Highway and get your price.

JACKSON: I have little choice, do I?

You've arranged our berths then?

Boston the best I can do in such short order.

Boston will serve fine.

CROKER: And you bring me my money, hook your child, and I shall wave you free.

Just a word, Croker, before I leave.

CROKER: Sure.

That's your boy, is it not?

CROKER: He is.

Not my blood.

But he is my boy.

You know what your boy's been about, of late?

Now in most other weeks, I'd just shoot him here and now, but this ain't other weeks so I only ask you this...

If I leave my wife with you for another two hours, is she safe?

Well, what is it you accuse him of, Captain?

I cannot vouch for her safety, if I do not know the... -(GUN CLICKS) -JACKSON: Now you know goddamn well what the threat is.

And what he's done, I can only leave that on your conscience, Abel.

But you vouch for her safety and you do it now.

-She will be safe.

-On your life, Croker?

On my life.

(CROKER WHISTLES) What gives, Abel?

Take this to the station house on Leman Street.

DRUMMOND: Sir?

What is it, Sergeant?

Our dead room reaches capacity.

The cage on the Customs Warehouse on Cutler Street was blown open last night.

Two guards killed.

-What thieved?

-Three porcelain vases.

It's your case, Thatcher.

You see it through.

Sirs.

I think you must see this.

Captain Jackson?

Not in his rooms, Inspector.

Usual gin and flop houses?

Men searched, returned without him.

They keep looking, however.

So it was you who has stripped them?

No, sir.

That was myself.

Sergeant Thatcher found the action, er... Not to his taste.

It, it was the wounding, sirs.

Blood spilling from the same piece of 'em.

Upper left thorax.

But see, I think the instinct accurate.

It is the same wounding.

When he must kill for necessity.

But these... Mr. Nadelman and Mr. Rutowski before him, this...

This is the animal unleashed.

Mr. Reid, sir?

Which animal?

This is fine work.

But I think you both must leave us now.

(CHUCKLES) What?

No!

Inspector?

Get out, Thatcher.

Do we believe Augustus Dove about the thieving of Japanese porcelain also?

And more besides.

BOY: Who here carries the biggest truncheon?

What is it you want, small-fry?

You, is it?

-Come on.

-Oi!

I only came to run you a note.

Then give it!

(SIGHS) Get out!

Tip off.

Cutler Street job.

Knows where the items are to be fenced.

Drum, what do you do?

-The Inspectors.

-The Inspectors be bollocks!

This is our bloody collar!

Parker?

No.

I am Thatcher.

Poli... Thatcher?

What... Bloody, thieving, conniving, back-stabbing Americans.

Goddammit!

(SIGHS) (EXHALES) (SIGHS) I ditched some morphine about the place.

Will you do me a favor and fix me up with some brandy and some ice?

My head is... (JACKSON GROANS) Everything you know, now.

I know you punch like a choirboy... (GROANS) (COUGHS) (GROANS) There's a rope with your name on it and soon.

Look Drake, I'd really like to help, really I would, but I don't know nothing.

So why don't you be a good little nurse and go and get me my morphine... Bennet, Bennet!

Bennet, Bennet!

JACKSON: Oh, what's wrong?

Your two stars still crossed boys?

(REID GROANS) You're out of condition, Reid.

DRAKE: See!

See!

Now...

I am not no surgeon, nor no Pinkerton, but I am no fool neither.

These knife wounds, are the same.

And as you, with such precision pointed out...

He who killed Thomas Gower, killed this poor immigrant Nadelman, killed Leon Rutowski also.

And now, I believe, has put his knife between these two men's ribs during a robbery which you, in one way or another, have partaken in.

Any way you choose to slice it, Captain, you're up to your guts in this.

So you tell me who done this!

(CLICKS TONGUE) Just pass me a smoke, will you?

Were you part of this robbery last night?

If you were not, how did you get your hands on this vase?

(JACKSON SCOFFS) You ask a good many questions, Reid.

Which one's your favorite?

Despite your self-interest, I know that you are not the stripe of man to let others suffer while you might instead help.

Now, we know not how, but Augustus Dove himself is somehow also tangled within all.

So...

I ask you again... Only help.

I only wish I could, Reid.

(GROANS) You know...

I'm glad of something...

The man you were when first we met the man of war, man of dread, his leashed fighting dog.

And now all that you have constructed about yourself now, Drake... Is a man of peace, a man of hope.

It's a relief for me to see it.

Just how brittle a carapace that was.

How little a man can change.

-(KNOCK AT DOOR) -(DOOR OPENS) Inspectors... Sir, she has brung herself here.

Er, Miss Castello, sir.

She asks after you.

Have two men lock this whoreson down.

My office.

It is a rare blend our surgeon has taken to smoking.

One cannot imagine its importers being that many and varied.

So get on the line to the Shipping Office at the Western.

Find out who lumps such tobacco ashore for them.

You are sure?

I'm afraid so.

Leave us now.

(DOOR OPENS) (DOOR CLOSES) They are friends, are they not?

From childhood.

Schooled together.

DRAKE: Such friends do not walk arm in arm.

Do not care for aught but what you may throw your arms about.

It will not serve anyone, least of all yourself, to reach a conclusion that you have not seen firsthand which you cannot prove.

I see your rage.

I do, but do not feed it.

Leave me for now to join this robbery with Mr. Dove and you go home, Bennet.

Go home with love in your heart.

(DOOR OPENS) (DOOR CLOSES) (TELEPHONE RINGING) Yes, Drummond.

Three different merchants, three different wharf sites.

No.

No!

No, no.

No!

No... (BREATHING HEAVILY) This your sarcophagus is it, madam?

Where you have come to in your death.

(EXHALES) And who else to break me from my tomb but you?

Mr. Reid.

(SIGHS) It is fortunate that I am in the habit of believing the evidence of my eyes.

I might, like Rose Drake, consider my wits lost to me, having watched you fall from the scaffold.

At some point in time, I shall be very interested to know how you did it.

Although, I have some idea, given that your husband is currently in irons at Leman Street.

Tip-off, apparently, apprehended in the process of selling stolen goods.

The anticipated profit from which to provide the wherewithal for your further flight, I imagine.

Escape.

It is a fine fancy, but no more than that.

Yourself, myself.

Attached to Whitechapel as if by lead weights on a riverbed.

The betrayal of my husband, it is the same communication that has brought you in here now?

No, merely police-work.

And who your betrayer?

Croker?

So it would seem.

(SIGHS) My son?

-Will I see my son?

-Not of current relevance.

I am sure some visitation might be arranged.

Before... Well, before the law of this land makes one further attempt to see you punished.

I would have accepted it, my hanging.

You must understand that, Mr. Reid.

I would have given my life in recompense for all I have taken.

But they let me raise my boy.

Once I had known him I could not relinquish that.

Thus this most recent thieving of yours... Dead men at your door yet again in your pursuit of freedom.

I know it, mourn them.

(SIGHS) Then who was it?

Who was it put the knife...

It is you.

It is you.

No, no.

You take this man's life, Nathaniel, you must take mine first.

You know what it is like to protect and I must protect him.

I must.

Nathaniel, is it?

What was it before?

What was it when the wolves came for you?

Who is he?

He is Reid.

He's my friend.

-He is police, is he not?

-SUSAN: He is.

You, you are the younger.

You, who lay beside your mother in the snow?

And who is the older, Nathaniel?

(PANTING) You tell me, I...

I believe I know, but you tell me?

You confirm it.

Did you run to him?

Did you confess what you'd done to Rutowski?

(PANTING) I'm sorry, Miss Susan.

-I'm sorry.

-REID: Wait!

Wait!

DOVE: Thank you.

I've got half an hour.

Mr. Drake.

I thought to deliver your wife home.

What is it you thought to deliver her from, Mr. Dove?

Bennet.

You know full well we are friends.

Should I not accept a carriage ride home, when all about is uproar?

It is as Rose says, Inspector... Mrs. Drake.

She is Mrs. Drake to you.

As Mrs. Drake has said, these are dangerous days and if it is in my gift to afford you a measure of peace by returning your... Bennet!

Augustus!

(GASPS) Get him away, get the boy out, Rose.

Want me to take his eyes away?

Spare your shame for you?

I will not!

On your head be it then, woman.

Your own selfish needs and I a slave to each and every one of them and now this!

Stop it!

What have you?

(ROSE STRAINS) Did you let him touch you?

Have you, have you taken him to our bed?

No, Bennet!

(DOVE COUGHS) Perhaps she speaks the truth.

(DOVE BREATHING HEAVILY) DRAKE: But what of your truth, eh?

Bennet!

You have camouflaged yourself to me with great skill, sir.

But there is a ripe stink about you now.

We have it in the air.

And we are coming for you, Mr. Dove.

(DOOR OPENS) (DOOR CLOSES) What will happen, Augustus?

All will be well.

My oath on it.

You allow it, I will build high walls to make you and your child safe.

Only you must choose a side now, my Rose.

The cellar?

Where may I find it?

But you know already, Augustus.

It was beneath that curiosity shop.

(DOOR SLAMS) (CLAMORING) REID: Book her, Sergeant Drummond.

Yes, Mr. Reid.

Name?

Susan Hart.

True name!

Swift.

Caitlin Swift.

THATCHER: Inspector Drake, sir.

Please, sir.

There is a unit of Westminster men.

Yard uniforms.

'A' Division, sir.

Over 50 of them.

They have sealed up the Cobden Estate on Sander Street and they're clearing out the tenants.

(TICKET MACHINE CLICKING) Arrest warrant.

"Inspectors Reid and Drake to be apprehended and held on the order of Assistant Commissioner Dove..." (HORSE TROTTING) (CLAMORING) Sir... (CLATTERING) (DOVE COUGHS) What will we do, Bennet?

Wait for the first of those men out there who feel that their prospects might be advanced by our shackling?

DRAKE: We will not.

Perhaps, I am only good for the fight, after all.

REID: Then let us bring it, Bennet.

The brothers Dove.

Susan Hart, that woman there, the woman Swift, she saved me from that creature.

He would have had that knife up under my ribs in a trice!

But he obeyed her command.

She and her husband, also, they know this Nathaniel.

Now we find him, his capture will bring us also his brother.

With me!

Keys.

Stand down, Carter.

Just go.

Get out.

Move!

Get walking.

(GLASS SHATTERING) THATCHER: Go!

Drake.

My colt.

Captain Jackson's effects.

Do it, Drummond!

THATCHER: Inspectors... Will you not even make it appear as if we have tried to do our duty?

(GUNSHOTS) (DRUMMOND THUDS) Move!

Do you see her, Bennet?

Call me mad now, will you?

Rose.

Rose, do you have my son?

I don't know how you dare ask.

He is at home, being watched by real policemen.

SUSAN: Rose, please... None of this is as I would have wanted it.

You are so dear to me... -(GROANS) -MAN: Whoa!

I think you've said your piece now, Mrs. Drake.

I ain't even begun.

Do you know what he and I have suffered?!

And all for the true love of you.

And we have done it together but that love is now broke and forgot.

So you may run.

But do not think you will ever see your son again.

You gave him to me.

You died and you remain dead.

And if I see you again, Long Susan, I will kill you myself!

(WHISTLE BLOWS) We must run.

Come this way.

Was it you, Rose?

You who sent Mr. Dove to that cellar?

What happened to us?

JACKSON: Drake?

Drake, now!

(WHISTLE BLOWS) On a hard day you are a fine sight, Mathilda Reid.

Your eyes do not deceive you, Mathilda.

It is her.

My thanks, Miss Castello.

We must speak.

There will be bad things said about me.

Things that perhaps you will not recognize as acts I could have carried out.

Then are they true?

Some.

Yes.

Tilda Reid, the girl born to me twice.

The wonder of the woman you have become.

No.

Not again, father.

Do not leave me.

You stay close to your Samuel Drummond, you understand?

He loves you.

Will keep you safe.

And Mathilda this is the most important.

You must deny me.

You must openly state that any love for your father has been extinguished by what you have learned of him.

Should you need to speak with me, place a candle in your window.

Miss Castello, you will be watched.

So you play the innocent for now.

Else he will see you dead.

Understand?

Now we go hunting.

DOVE: Search the length of Whitechapel high streets... (DRUMMOND CLEARS THROAT) Let him through.

Yes, Sergeant Drummond?

Mr. Dove, sir.

There is a delivery for you.

A boy brought this, sir.

CROKER: Reid put him up and sent him running.

But there is no rat hole in Whitechapel where he can hide from me.

(TRAIN CHUGGING) Feel this needful, do you?

I do and more besides.

It was you instructed me to keep waries on him but I cannot make that my life sole calling if the watching of him must be done each and every minute of each and every day!

He can't help himself.

And I do not know of any other way of doing it.

He is chained, Abel.

My brother is chained.

CROKER: As all animals require.

Chaining or slaying.

What's that you say?

Only this.

He is past saving, Augustus.

And you and your ever burgeoning eminence needs protection from him.

So you think to end his misery?

I do.

And wish for my sanction?

I do not require your sanction.

Pair of you would have been ground down for bread, had it not been for me.

I do you the respect of telling you, is all.

NATHANIEL: Augustus?

What's he saying?

(KNIFE SWISHING) (CRYING) Augustus... Gustus, please, I will be better.

I will be calm.

I promise.

Go then.

But make it swift.

CROKER: It's alright, it's alright, it's alright.

You will be at peace, my boy.

(CROKER GROANS) (GROANING CONTINUES) DOVE: He is my blood, Abel.

What else would I do?

(CROKER GASPS) A cloak, to reveal the truth of himself.

I think it is unlikely they will return now, unless it is Augustus Dove and 20 men hoping to make our capture.

Until we are apprehended, I do not think your Croker will return that creature here.

JACKSON: They're ours, Goddammit, stolen in good faith, and worth a bundle!

A bundle we four could well benefit from... We four?

-I'm not your brother in outlaw arms.

-Oh, are you not?

Well, why don't you go trot back to your desk then?

I believe I have some instinct as to where your quarry may now hide itself.

DRAKE: Where do you say?

SUSAN: Somewhere.

It is, it is a whole system of tunnels.

(PANTING) DOVE: What do you want brother?

What do you want?

To live.

Grow old.

Be happy.

It's the same as me, Gustus.

But I cannot.

Because what I want is not what I need.

CROKER: And the need never dies, does it, boy?

A storm blows up for a score of wherefores.

But the sailing remains the same.

Augustus, he ain't your mainsail.

He ain't even your anchor.

He is the teeth of the hurricane.

He is your Kraken waking.

DOVE: Perhaps.

But he is mine.

(SHOUTING IN DISTANCE) DOVE: Listen, you do not look for me, understand?

Go brother, hide.

I shall find you.

NATHANIEL: Yes, Gustus.

I gave you life.

It is not a gift, Abel.

(BREATHING HEAVILY) (GROANS) If you weren't dead already, I'd kill you myself.

Where, man?

Where is your creature?

Please, please Abel.

Only tell us.

(TRAIN CHUGGING) REID: We take parallel paths then, our eyes on each other's torch.

(CRIES) (GROANS) Come.

Try me once more.

(GROANS) You think I'm scared of you, do you?

Well, I am not.

I am you, man!

DRAKE: Do you still transform in sunlight and remember... -REID: Bennet?

-DRAKE: ...what murder your hands have made?

Do you quiver with the shame and the power of it?

Bennet!

DRAKE: Then come!

Come.

Show yourself to me.

It will only be a looking in the mirror after all.

Believe yourself a cruel man, do you?

Believe this life only a home for that cruelty to breed?

You do not know the bare start of it.

How many then?

Hmm?

Rutowski.

My boy, Gower?

The immigrant, Nadelman?

Them two guards?

Let us hazard perhaps two or three more along the way.

Six, say?

Six, is nothing, boy.

I ended 20 men beneath these hands in only one half of a hot morning.

(BOTH GRUNTING) A whole world of cruelty, man.

But I shall tell you this, there ain't nothing so cruel in this world as the killing of love.

Feast on me, then.

Cut me open, and eat out my heart, but all you will find there, is dust.

(GROANING) (SCREAMS) (GROANS) (SPITS) Bennet!

With me.

With me.

(GUNSHOT) REID: Bennet.

Bennet.

Bennet!

You fight.

You fight!

You fight.

No, my friend.

No more fight.

No!

(SOLEMN MUSIC PLAYING) (MUSIC FADES OUT)