Ripper Street
In My Protection
Season 1 Episode 2 | 51m 40sVideo has Closed Captions
A beloved toy maker is discovered beaten to death.
A beloved toy maker is beaten to death for a mysterious brass box and the coins in his pocket. The Whitechapel Vigilance Committee presents 14 year old culprit who refuses to deny the charge, leading Reid into the savage world of merciless child gangs.
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Ripper Street
In My Protection
Season 1 Episode 2 | 51m 40sVideo has Closed Captions
A beloved toy maker is beaten to death for a mysterious brass box and the coins in his pocket. The Whitechapel Vigilance Committee presents 14 year old culprit who refuses to deny the charge, leading Reid into the savage world of merciless child gangs.
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MRS. MANBY: All you young soldiers.
(LAUGHS) Next week, we shall have cavalry.
Horses which will run and cannon which will fire!
We at the Manby Emporium, we never shall rest to bring you children joy.
(COUGHING) Nice and tight, then.
(MUTTERING) They'll not deny us their patent this time.
Oh, no.
Not for you, my beauty.
All right.
(CUCKOO CLOCK CHIMING) Let's see how this one does, eh?
(LAUGHING) You'll see.
Out of me way.
Out of me way.
Go on, go on.
Wish me luck, boy.
(GASPING) (PANTING) (BREATHING HEAVILY) (EXHALES) (GASPS) (MR. MANBY GROANING) (SCREAMS) (THEME MUSIC PLAYING) REID: Toymaker.
Found this morning in an alley off the High Road.
Dead man in Whitechapel, the world chokes on its breakfast.
It is our work, Captain.
Reid, I'm serious, I'm not... Reid, what is this?
A 63-year-old man.
A series of wounds and fractures to the skull and jaw.
No.
I mean this.
This is your new dead room.
Now, look here.
Curved indentations to the cheek and to the forehead.
-Belt buckle.
-See?
Now, this is why I send for you.
What do you mean, mine?
It is to the specifications you described, is it not?
Now, would you look here?
The jaw was flattened and the skull stoved in.
Hot water, too.
Your description was very precise.
It may well have been, Reid, but I was talking about the John Hopkins in Baltimore, not a cop shop in East London.
Should we not aspire so high, you and I?
The mortis has set in.
You'll have to wait to get in there.
-Drake, a measuring tape.
-Uh, drawer, top.
He has a name, this man.
It's Manby.
And he has served the good children of this borough a sight longer than you have whored through it.
Thank you, nurse.
-It's a small boot.
-How small?
-Small.
-Mr. Reid, sir.
The Vigilance Committee marches on us.
(DOOR CLOSING) (CROWD CLAMORING) (DOOR OPENING) (CROWD QUIETENS) What's this, George Lusk?
Finally decided on applying for uniform?
If matters weren't so grave, I'd be inclined to enjoy your comedy.
No, Inspector.
The men of Whitechapel do your job for you once more.
ALL: Yeah!
Thomas Gower.
The lad what robbed and killed our toy seller.
ALL: Yeah!
The emergency patrols were disbanded three month ago.
-You vigilantes were stood down.
-On whose say?
It's not for you to tell us when we may organize in defense of our community.
Better still, you thank us and consider yourself fortunate we bring a culprit across to you.
I consider myself nothing of the kind when it comes to your presence in this world, Lusk.
Now, this boy has done what you say, he will feel my outrage.
But I will not simply take your word for it.
Not you, Lusk.
Your own offense is as bad as the felons you hunt.
I don't ask you to.
These were found on the boy.
It's got his maker's mark on it.
(BREATHING SHAKILY) And I have five witnesses saw him leave the alleyway not two minutes before old Manby was come upon.
ALL: Yeah!
Names.
Sworn statements.
That boy is to feel punishment.
He does not and we will string up every street Arab in the quarter from the gaslights of the High Road!
(CROWD SHOUTING IN AGREEMENT) Get up!
(WHIMPERS) -Look at me, boy.
-Look at him!
You see how a story emerges here that fits you for this crime?
I would be wary of this silence.
It may oblige me to send you to trial.
(GROANS) (DOOR SLAMS) (CROWD CHATTERING) BAILIFF: Quiet in court.
-The jury return with their verdict.
-(CROWD QUIETS) The boy's lawyer churches with my wife.
BAILIFF: All rise!
JUDGE: How do you find the boy?
FOREMAN: Guilty, Your Honor.
(CROWD MURMURING IN APPROVAL) JUDGE: My thanks to our jury for the speedy delivery of sound verdict.
However, given the boy's barely comprehensible and continued silence, does Counsel wish to speak for him before I pass sentence on his guilt?
My Lord, I do.
This is a child stood here.
I would hope that you might recognize that as an opportunity to assert the sanctity of that childhood and to be merciful.
This boy, and the others like him, who we would blame for the violence in our streets, it is not they who we should punish, but the Fagins who stand behind them, directing that violence.
These innocents we should protect.
You would urge an attempt at reformation?
I would.
Reformation be damned, Mr. Eagles.
This child, we shall make an example of him.
-(CROWD GASPING) -No, my Lord, please!
He is 14 years old and admits nothing of this crime.
-(CROWD MURMURING) -WOMAN: Yes!
MAN: Yeah!
JUDGE: Thomas Gower.
Three days hence, you will be taken to the gallows at Newgate, where Mr. Berry will deliver you from this life and into the next.
(CROWD CHEERING) -Mrs. Manby.
-Inspector.
I would thank you for your diligence and speed.
You and Mr. Lusk here.
You serve my husband and his memory well.
Inspector?
The boy is of tender years.
The sentence, immoderate or apt?
My duty is to fetch the lad here.
All else is for men greater than I to settle.
WOMAN: Shame!
Shame on you!
You fetch a child to his murder, wash your hands of him and call your duty served?
Shame on you!
Shame!
(SHOUTING IN YIDDISH) Justice may not make friends, Reid.
WOMAN: I will not be silent!
I will not!
Is the Jewess on your ticket, is she?
I know her not, though she is of my mind.
Then shall I ask my sergeant to return her so I may remind you both of the facts here?
That this condemned boy was brought to you beaten blue by his captor?
No, Mr. Eagles.
That the victim's belongings were about him, that five men saw him depart the scene at some speed soon after...
Though none saw the act itself.
...that this boy is no stranger to violence and that finally, when presented with the opportunity, he even now refuses to deny it.
Lusk and his hamheads have served an entire hymnal of guilt and the world has sung from it.
Mr. Reid, you are no stranger to the horrors of our city.
But have they poisoned your heart so completely that you truly believe this boy, this boy alone, capable of the savagery brought down on that man?
It's finding this boy's master that will bring true peace to our streets, Inspector.
I will do what I can still, but Thomas Gower will hang.
Would you look me in the eye and say you rest easy with that?
♪♪ Get out of here.
Get out, you little gits!
These young that riot here, Lusk will use their violence to justify his place on our streets.
And respect for badge and uniform suffer further, sir.
Oi!
(BOYS SHOUTING) Oi!
Not so fast now, are you?
Eh?
Wait.
This name on your knuckles, what does that stand for?
Do you know Thomas Gower?
Tom Gower?
Course I do.
And he'd never squeal on us, neither!
(SCREAMS) -(BOYS LAUGHING) -DRAKE: Vicious little runt!
Ow.
What do you make of those markings?
What is that?
A brotherhood?
A gang?
There's been gangs on these streets as long as there's been horse muck on them.
Though not near as young and savage as these.
REID: Then their hands must be guided by another.
We are to choke this boy now.
But before we do, I would have a broader picture painted as to what and why.
Find Captain Jackson.
Bring him back to the dead room.
Tell him... Tell him I would have a more intimate study of our fellow Manby.
Sir.
(CLANGING) Good evening to you.
God sends his confections for the poor boys what's incarcerated here.
MAN: Now, you tell me should any other come visit my boy.
GUARD: I will, sir.
All right, Tom?
You must be strong in your silence, lad.
(EXHALES) (SOBBING) (DISTANT SCREAMING) (BELL TOLLING) Oh!
-Rose, what... -Sergeant Drake bid me wake you.
I've been looking for you all night.
I should have thought of searching gutters.
Where you been?
♪♪ (BALL CLATTERING) -I don't know.
-Get up!
(BLOOD DRIPPING) REID: We cannot open it.
Thoughts?
Cigarettes?
Vanity case?
Murdered for that and tuppence halfpenny?
No.
We getting inside there any time soon?
We must be thorough, I suppose.
Drink this.
-What's in that, Reid?
-Various.
Magnesia for the heartburn.
Rum, sugar syrup, cocaine.
-Well, thank you.
-I'd have you happy in your workplace.
(GRUNTS) -You have a bite-block, Reid?
-I do.
I do.
Ratcheted.
Well, look at you.
Huh.
-What?
What is it?
-Take a look for yourself.
His tongue is cut out!
There's more in there than that, Reid.
Gold dental restorations.
We're told the boy's motive was theft, are we not?
He cuts the man's tongue out yet disdains a year's worth of picked pockets sat right in his face?
There was a wider purpose here.
Make good what you have done.
Whatever you say, Reid.
This matter of being dead, tell me it ain't all bad.
(MARKET SELLERS CALLING OUT) Has there always been a Manby on this street?
In my day, it was her old man.
He didn't want the shopfront changed.
She kept the name, husband took hers.
Took both daughter and business for his own.
What do you recall of the father?
Only that he'd see me and my kind off if we loitered too near.
So a version of Gower's life was yours, too?
I was ill-mannered and ignorant, certainly.
Drew the line at murder, however.
Perhaps the recruiting sergeants were the saving of you, Bennet.
Perhaps they were, sir.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR) Early in the day to be disturbing so recent a widow, Inspector.
Early in the day to have stopped with her, Lusk.
Should those sewer rats seek reprisal, the widow knows she cannot rely on you for protection.
She can look to us for questions, however, and provide answers.
Your part in this matter is played, yet still you investigate?
What questions would those be, Mr. Reid?
Excuse us, ma'am.
As to what connected your husband with this child.
Her loved husband's murder connected them, Reid!
And that boy is under key and condemned for it.
Mrs. Manby, do you know what these are?
They are patent applications.
Such matters are costly.
They are four pounds for every filing and there are many.
Where do you suppose he found the wherewithal?
He wouldn't take from my daddy's till.
Not never.
Then do you see?
I must ask myself from whom he took the loan of it.
If he'd only speak, that boy could tell us, I'm sure.
♪♪ (DOOR CLOSING) Have you lost the last of your scotched brains?
No.
I fornicate myself.
May a woman ask why?
If she swears to serenity.
You wait all morning to tell me that!
Why would you do that?
Because I knew how you'd react.
I told you when we sailed.
I begged it of you.
Put it in the ocean.
How now would you prefer me to react?
Maybe as if the world had not, in fact, just ended.
An interested party gets their hands on that ring, the end of the world's exactly what we are looking at, you and I.
Our life here finished.
All right, boys.
Let's see how we're doing.
Jack?
Edmund.
You are alive.
You are here so often these days, I have forgot how you look.
And you come to remind yourself, do you?
Wanted a word with Mr. Eagles.
Two minutes, Mr. Reid.
-(INHALES) I should... -Emily.
These, uh, places, will ever make me think of you.
The bells clanging, the faithful falling to their knees.
And you and I at home, careless of God, abed in our sweat.
I would have those Sundays back.
Well, we live in different times now.
Once I had no need of church.
But now, coming here, speaking with Mr. Eagles, I see that I do.
-Very good, Jack.
-So do you, Edmund, if you'd only accept that she is dead.
What, Emily?
What have you spoken to him of?
-Should I find you a ladle?
-No.
No, Eagles.
Not today.
I've a theory I would put to you, how your boy might recover his voice.
I believe that tongue was taken as proof of the death itself.
It was Manby himself who was the aim of the assault, not what was on his person.
We have enjoyed welcoming Mrs. Reid at worship and hope that the comfort she has found there might be extended to yourself.
-Stay away from my wife, Eagles.
-I simply... Take as fact that God's law holds no fear for me.
They say it is a painless process.
Now, the executioner, Mr. Berry, is a very clever man.
He takes a person's weight to establish what length of rope they require.
Too long, they fall too far too fast and the head comes clean off.
Too short and the neck is strangled instead of dislocated.
CHAPLAIN: I say more than they watch for the morning.
There's not much of you, is there?
Wouldn't have thought you'd need much more than ten foot?
(GASPS) (MAN SHOUTS) No!
Now, if it was you that ended that old man's life, I cannot say.
But this brotherhood you run with, you make a practice of cutting men's tongues from their throats, do you?
What, boy?
It wasn't what he had on him, was it?
Manby himself was the target.
You must tell us who made him so.
Two days, Thomas.
I will stay beside you every hour until.
But this end awaits you unless you talk to us.
(ROPE CREAKING) (INDISTINCT CHATTERING) ♪♪ ♪♪ I have you.
What ring is it you've lost?
Was it the one you wear about your neck?
I weren't eavesdropping.
Is it very valuable to you?
It belonged to a man that I knew.
A good friend.
A, uh... a brother.
Dead now.
THOMAS: Mr. Eagles!
-Thomas?
-Shh!
-It ain't safe here.
-What do you mean?
THOMAS: Please.
It ain't.
If you want me to tell you what I know, you get that bluebottle and fetch me out of here.
You understand?
I'll go to send word.
Mr. Eagles, will I go to hell for this?
Your bravery will save you and all others who serve this man.
I will be back.
And soon.
Ready them.
(TELEGRAPH CLATTERING) Mr. Reid, sir!
From Mr. Eagles, sir.
Have a Maria readied and dispatched for Newgate.
Hobbs, you travel with them.
You tell no one, you keep him hid.
(BOYS CHANTING) (MARIA SLOWING) DRIVER: Whoa!
(HORSES NEIGHING) (STAMMERING) The way's barricaded.
-You, man!
Stop!
-Wait there, Thomas.
No, Thomas.
You're to wait inside.
Thomas Gower!
The love we bear you, does that not mean nothing to you?
Squeal, would you?
Me and your brothers?
You know we cannot let you live now, Tom.
-Eh?
-You shall not take him.
You shall not!
Who is this man that stops me?
My name is Patrick Eagles.
And you pass through me first.
-You.
Run.
-THOMAS: Mr. Eagles, no!
EAGLES: Run.
Thomas, run!
I'd know your name, sir, before I crack your skull.
-Now, Thomas.
Go!
-Go on.
EAGLES: I said I'd know your name.
Or do you give it only to the farm animals you lie with?
(GROANS) (BOYS CHANTING) (GROANING, BOYS SHOUTING) (EAGLES SCREAMING) (CROWD CLAMORING) BEST: Inspector Reid!
The streets sing with rumors of your folly.
Can it be true you've lost him?
Remember, Reid.
Boys from gaslights.
Are you here on this Earth to bring me to murder?
You keep the peace!
See how he loses command of the streets and now of himself?
Get your hands off me!
These children run riot over him.
(SPITS) REID: The lawyer.
Signs signature, belt buckle.
Signs less so.
-It's a ring.
-DRAKE: Sir?
Look at me, Constable.
It is a fool who joins a fight he cannot win.
I would far rather have you here, alive, talking to me, than otherwise.
-Have you seen this man before?
-(STAMMERS) No.
-Some kind of Courser, I think.
-REID: Souse?
HOBBS: And he had these tattoos, sir, all about his hands.
You know, picture cards like the youth has, but an hundred more.
Who is this that brings his way of life to my streets?
A usurer who kills for monies left unpaid and then gulls and fits young boys for his own violence.
And now hunts one such, before he'd tell us what he knows.
Then we must hunt Thomas Gower also, but faster and smarter.
Hobbs, you go to Records.
We need to find somewhere that he might think of as safe, that he might consider home.
You search every record, every birth certificate of every family -that might match his age.
-Yes, sir.
Sergeant, you get yourself to Newgate.
My guess is that ship's sprung a leak.
And I think I know where.
He's your brother.
His world, it starts and it ends in the same place as yours does.
And yet you still can't find him.
Now, you get back out there and you return only should you have something of value to report.
Gower, Thomas.
Years 1872 to '78.
(MEN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY) DRAKE: You there!
I want a word with you!
(WHIMPERING) -Who is he?
Who'd you tell?
-(GRUNTING IN PAIN) Just a man.
Like you.
Come to me with threats and violence.
Name!
He never gave it.
(WHIMPERING) Honest.
Seen me for the coward I am.
I'd tell you if I knew.
I don't know why you all care so much about one boy.
One little Christ-killer.
(PANTING) What did you call him?
Saw his little -- when we scrubbed him.
He's cut.
It's a Jew boy you fight for.
-Throw out the gentiles.
-REID: Jewish?
The orphanage off Castleman.
(CHILDREN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY) (GIRLS SINGING) I have not seen him since the day you delivered him to the hangman.
I don't know why you believe he would return.
Because he owes his name to you.
An English name.
It was an English world in which he hoped to survive.
He had none he was born with?
He might have.
The Cruelty Men found him trapping rats for food in a railway yard.
He was eight and knew no parent to tell him it.
And you became that parent.
That person to whom he may now turn.
Miss Goren, you will get word to me should he come to you for refuge, will you not?
MISS GOREN: I will, Inspector.
Then I thank you.
She lies.
Or she is soon to.
We'll wait.
(SIGHS) No girls.
Are you sure?
If there was, I would have enjoyed one.
I checked.
I did not.
Listen to me.
That ring was on his fist when he beat a man to death with it only last night.
He's an evil one.
-You be wary.
-You forget who we are.
What we have done.
(MEN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY) (CHATTERING STOPS) MAN: (ANGRILY) Get out!
Get out!
Don't come back here till you have him!
Who is this that intrudes here?
Woman, how'd you know where to find me?
I know many things.
How to make a man rich, for example.
You would serve me well.
-Serve you?
-Indeed.
You're touched.
Or you're drunk.
Or you're both.
(WHISPERS) No, sir, I'm neither.
Imagine...
I bring my girls into your service.
Their, um, encouragements inflame men to greater exploits at your tables.
Any losses you suffer will be recouped by way of the pointed lust your briefly enriched patrons exert upon the girls who've aroused them so.
You are indeed a woman.
And you're indeed a man.
Will you... Will you show me your tables?
Place a bet?
Perhaps we may rehearse our intentions a little.
(INAUDIBLE) The woman!
Stop her!
Stop her!
(GRUNTING) -(GLASS SHATTERS) -No!
No, stop!
(GROANS) Steal from me, would you?
Let me think what I shall take from you in return.
-This pretty nose, perhaps?
-(GASPING) (FIRES) (PANTING) -Drop that.
-Drop her.
That ring is ours and she's mine.
This I give to you.
That's not enough.
Not near.
(COCKS GUN) Well, I guess we're at a pass, you and me.
We are.
(GRUNTS) Wait, wait, wait!
I have more to trade.
I have, uh, information.
I have valuable information about Thomas Gower.
REID: See, Sergeant?
She goes to him.
Thomas, this will always be your home -but we must find an answer... -(DOOR OPENS) -The answer may have found you.
-(MUFFLED GASP) -You will not take him... -I can keep him safe, Miss Goren.
The street cannot.
How is he called, this Souse you hide from?
-MISS GOREN: Please... -Carmichael.
...don't be rough with him, he's only a boy!
And you collect his debt for him, do you?
-Debt, my arse.
-Then what, Thomas?
(MAN WHISTLES IN THE DISTANCE) THOMAS: It's him!
(CARMICHAEL WHISTLING, BOYS CHANTING) Upstairs.
(ALL CHANTING) Keep him hid.
MISS GOREN: Come now.
Come.
-CARMICHAEL: Inspector!
-(GIRL WHIMPERING) A parlay, sir.
-You have nowhere to go!
-(DOOR OPENS) What is your aim here?
To have my boy returned where he belong and then we can all go home, safe and warm.
If I choose to deny you this?
Do you have children, Inspector?
Hmm?
But if you do not, I pity you.
The love they bear you.
You see this youth here?
I tell them to tear this place apart and everybody, young and old, inside and they'll do it and they'll thank me.
Now, will you give him up or no?
I will not.
His word will send you to the rope.
He is my prisoner and in my protection.
Then at a time of my choosing, Inspector, we will end you all this night!
There will be nothing left to indicate who or what took place here.
It'll be my Passover!
And it'll be on your head.
These walls and doors are sturdy enough.
We are secure.
They are still not many, cannot stay outside forever.
All will be well.
Did you hear what the Inspector said?
All will be well.
Perhaps if we ask him nicely, he may put you to your beds.
What do you think?
♪♪ Head up, lad.
There.
-(CHILDREN SCREAMING) -This one, Mr. Lusk.
LUSK: Thomas Gower.
-BOY: Get off me!
-MAN: Get out of here.
You.
To what end do you bother me?
I bring you news.
Which, if acted on, will bring you all you seek.
These, uh, these children, do you know where they have come from?
Not all, no.
If a girl, say, was brought to you and had perhaps lost the memory of her home and her name, would you take her in?
I would, yes.
And I would hope that in time, her name, her memory, would return to her.
I am a secular woman, Inspector.
I have seen too much of the truth of things to be otherwise, but this of my faith I hold onto, save but one life and you save the world entire.
What do they stand for, anyway?
I got some of me own, you know.
Eh?
Came by it in Egypt.
In the army?
Holy man painted it.
Made offerings and prayers for me, in his tent, in the desert.
Said it would let me sleep.
What did you need 'em for?
Things I kept seeing.
Things I didn't want to see.
Fair dos, then.
Your go.
Pictures mean different things.
King's a mugging, knave's a house-break.
(THUDDING ON ROOF) (CARMICHAEL WHISTLES IN DISTANCE) No queens?
-Queen's a rape.
-And Manby?
Which is he?
We ain't supposed to take none of their belongings.
Save their tongues.
Save that.
He was ruining her.
His inventions and his patent applications.
Had his hands in her daddy's till after all.
It wasn't a debt you were collecting, was it?
Carmichael is paid to have men killed.
Correct?
And he instructs you in the killing of them.
Their tongue cut clean to prove it.
The wife paid.
All I knew, she wanted him gone.
(GLASS SHATTERS) Out of your beds!
Out of your beds!
DRAKE: Get in the corner!
-(BANGING ON DOOR) -(CHILDREN SCREAMING) Down.
Down.
-Sergeant.
-Oi!
Oi!
(GROANING) (GROANING) (CHILDREN SHRIEKING) At them!
Get at them!
(CHILDREN SCREAMING) (ALL GRUNTING) Inspector!
How about it?
Me and you?
(BOYS GRUNTING) (CHOKING) (ALL GRUNTING) Sir!
-CARMICHAEL: Woman, you are dead!
-(CHILDREN SCREAM) (GROANS) LUSK: Oi, Liverpool!
Stand aside for the Vigilance men.
-Inspector!
-Thomas Gower?
Where are you, boy?
It's time you came home, lad.
-(GUNSHOT) -(CHILDREN SCREAMING) (WHIMPERING) LUSK: Grab 'em, quick!
(THOMAS SOBBING) I'll take that boy now.
As recompense for my actions here.
And I will tell you what I told this man.
That he is my prisoner and in my protection.
You think yourself above the law, you'd best start acting as such.
Come on, out!
Now, whatever has passed here, whatever we say of you, that you were Carmichael's creature in all of this, we cannot be certain the courts will agree.
You get him away.
Far away.
Go with them.
Go with them, Thomas.
(MEN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY) DRAKE: Thank you, sir, he'll make a great little soldier.
His name's Sergeant Randall, and you do as he says.
Now, I've told him you are 18.
The ship leaves Gravesend in the morning.
-You're saving me?
-No.
I do no such thing.
Where you go to, all you've yet known will seem no more than a Sunday fair.
Here.
RANDALL: In you get, lad.
Look sharp.
REID: Carmichael's ring.
So I see.
And what perplexes me is that two years previous, there was a wire from your Pinkerton brothers in Chicago.
A name sent to the constabularies of the known world.
"Search for a man, alive or dead."
And look here.
Engraved in the inner is the very same name, Matthew Judge.
Tell me, did you chance upon that name during your time with the Pinkerton?
No.
No, Reid.
I can't really say that I have.
-I thought it worth asking.
-Always worth that.
Did you return that wire?
-From the Pinks?
-Oh, I did.
I did.
Told them the ring was recovered from a murderous Kidman.
And that if their Matthew Judge was anything, he was dead.
(MRS. MANBY SCREAMING) You!
I will haunt you and drag you to hell with me!
(CONTINUES SCREAMING) Go home, Sergeant.
Thank you, sir.
(PRAYING INDISTINCTLY) You pray for Mr. Eagles.
It is a waste.
-A terrible waste.
-It is not.
A child breathes that would not have.
Had Mr. Eagles lived, many more would have come to thank him.
"Whoever saves one life saves the world entire."
It is from the Talmud, I believe.
Emily, I know what you told Mr. Eagles.
You had no business doing so.
What am I to do, Edmund?
I mourn her.
And because you will not, I must do so alone.
Mr. Eagles was kind to me.
He allowed me to speak of her.
To imagine her in heaven, to imagine a life beyond this pain.
Would you deny me that?
I would take your pain.
I would amplify it a hundredfold and bear it for you every day of what remains of my life but...
I cannot do what you ask.
REID: You listen to me.
You stay with me.
You stay alive.
Stay alive.
You live.
You stay with me.
Please.
I will do anything.
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