SHINE: Windows to the soul, they say.

You spy the semblance of one?

It is the inter-cranial pressure.

You have told me this before.

The hurt of it, however, daily more savage.

DR. LENNON: The pressure is increasing.

Rapidly.

And?

Given the inefficacy of my treatments, it's most likely... Tumor.

Perhaps from... -You did mention historic trauma to the head?

-Yeah.

Took a proper stoving in the ring, all right.

From the very man who used to hold this office, rest his chewed old soul.

Back then, one of you sawbones said these eyes had gone.

But Jedediah Shine don't wink out so easy.

I see you.

And I'll see you wrong as he.

Inspector Shine, there is not a doctor in this land who could diagnose definitively.

-(DEAFENING TRILLING) -(GROANING IN PAIN) Even then...

There lacks a medicine for glioma.

I can increase the concentration of your morphine.

Measure carefully.

At this concentration, so much as half a phial could see three men never wake again.

More coca also.

I cannot afford my wits dulled.

One tabloid per dose.

On no account exceed this.

A man with a crutch may yet walk an endless mile.

Inspector Shine, I must warn you, given the increase in your agonies, a catastrophe is by no means distant.

You are saying that I, Jedediah Shine, am on his last rounds?

I begin to consider it a medical miracle you've survived this long.

SHINE: Ain't no miracles left in this world, Doctor.

All a man needs is something to live for.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING) Fresh blooms for you, sir?

No, thank you.

Oi, the Sumner fish stall.

There's no Sumners and no fishes, what... COSTER: Oi!

Copper!

What's afoot, then?

I found him cowering behind the meat wagons.

Robin!

What happened?

Mr. Thatcher.

Says they were slain.

Mama (SNIFFS) and Uncle Caleb.

Nathaniel... Uncle Caleb's neck.

(SNIFFS) He looked like an animal.

He...

Ate his throat.

About your business now.

I'll take care of the lad.

Robin Sumner... Hey, look at me.

You trust me, don't you?

Well, you come with me now.

I'll see you safe.

You come with me.

Come on.

TRADER: Oi, come!

Look, look!

That's the Sumner boy there...

So you saw it?

You saw the man, Nathaniel?

It's all right, Robin.

They are friends.

Mr. Reid, sir... You tell me, Robin, where?

Where?!

Will you tell me boy?!

Where?!

JACKSON: Back off, Reid.

Can't you tell that boy is scared?

It's all right, son.

It's all right.

You get the hell out of here, for Christ sake.

Mr. Reid, leave us, please.

Here's, uh...

Drink this up, little man.

That's good medicine.

There you go.

Good boy.

What the hell are you wearing?

Did you get demoted?

Don't ask.

Jesus Christ.

Here.

I hope this is adequate.

SUSAN: Oh, you must be starved, young one.

JACKSON: We're gonna fill your belly and gonna get you cleaned up real good.

And then I'm gonna see if I've got a shirt that fits a strong young soldier.

The boy is fed and watered, at least I have left him in more capable hands.

His terrors.

I should not have shouted at him.

You, Miss Morton, may be a stranger to fearful children.

I, alas, ought to have the benefit of experience.

I would not know where to begin, Mr. Reid.

It is strange to see the Captain thus.

To see him thus?

How?

I suppose... Fatherly?

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) He told us where it happened.

And better than that, where Nathaniel's holed up.

Reid!

Reid, it is broad daylight!

Then we move fast.

-We can't just... -Have we not waited here long enough for the merest thread to follow?

We know where he lives.

We find him, we get to Dove.

We find the bodies, we get to Dove.

You.

Wait here, keep the boy safe!

We go!

Now!

COSTER: It's Edmund Reid.

-Get him!

It's Edmund Reid!

-(GUN COCKS) It ain't worth it, friend.

Now, Frank!

Everyone in the market saw you with him.

What do you mean he ran away?

The boy was as jumpy as a buggered fox, Drum.

What rumpus now with you two pansy-flaps?

Frank here campaigns to trade his helmet for a dunce-cap.

I do not expect to repeat my questions, Drummond.

I passed by Spitalfields, sir.

All the talk is, a pair of fish-sellers, usually at market, were missing this day.

Only their boy, see, he turns up, full hysterics, says he seen his ma and uncle killed.

He says the killer, he used his teeth.

-Teeth?

-Ripped the neck out, as I heard.

SHINE: Where this lad now?

DRUMMOND: Where indeed, sir.

Frank had him and Frank lost him.

The boy was, he made off before I could... -Bested by a woe-struck nipper.

-My apologies, Inspector.

I begin to wonder if even the meager demands of working this dock are beyond your pygmy policing.

DRUMMOND: Inspector, should I wire J Division?

-Why would you do that?

-The Sumners, the fish-sellers, that is, they wasn't Whitechapel.

They lived Hackney way.

J Division turf.

They worked Whitechapel Market, makes this Whitechapel business.

Yes, sir.

I'll fetch the hansom.

No, Drummond, you'll fetch me a hansom.

Augustus Dove may hold that school boy brain of yours with high regard, but Augustus Dove does not chief this Division.

(SIGHS) (LOCKS CLICKING) Eat, Nathaniel.

You will not heal.

NATHANIEL: 'Gustus...

The pup.

Robin.

Let us hope he ran far, shall we?

And does not stop his running.

But if he is found... And if he should speak of me... Say you will not hurt him.

No more, 'Gustus.

I cannot bear no more.

DOVE: A pup.

He is no more than that.

Even if he spoke of aught, found the ears of strangers, who would listen to a child's hysterics?

(KNOCKING ON DOOR) (DOOR BANGS OPEN) JACKSON: Clean.

REID: Nothing!

That's the point, Reid.

Nobody's place is this goddamn clean.

No dust, no dirt.

These walls... (SCOFFS) These walls, the plaster's still damp.

It's been scrubbed.

The entire place has been scoured.

By Dove, I have no doubt.

(SNIFFS) Whoa!

Christ!

Sodium hydroxide.

It's for cleaning, say, blood and death off your walls.

Look at... REID: Something was there.

A rug.

Two bodies in a rug, huh?

-Kerosene.

-JACKSON: All right.

So he does his house-work.

Rolls the bodies into the rug, puts them in the cart, wheels it down to the water.

And he dumps the Sumners in the river.

He burns the cart, covers his tracks.

But he would've weighed the bodies.

Already on it, Reid.

My guess is he probably weighed them down just enough to let the current take them.

All the way to the ocean.

If we can intercept the bodies, if we can recover them, then we have proof of Nathaniel's murder and Robin as witness.

Reid, if Abel Croker taught his boys one thing, it's how to dump a body in the river.

In the River Thames.

Not the River Lea.

The Thames is over 300 feet wide, but the Lea is a tributary.

It dwindles and meanders.

With a map of its course gradients and tide-times.

Reid, shut up!

(WHEELS CLATTERING DISTANTLY) That's a hansom.

(CRUNCHES TABLOID) -This place just got cleaned.

-(GUN COCKS) Be a shame to spray your brains all over it.

(SHINE SCREAMING IN PAIN) Hello, Jedediah.

Just like you, Edmund.

Have your chump at the dirty-work.

JACKSON: Morphine.

For you to require this, your pain must be considerable.

For why are you here?

All right, all right, let's parley.

Parley.

Let us parley.

Answer me.

SHINE: Heard rumblings that this here, may be a murder scene.

I thought you might have heard them likewise.

So you come in pursuit of me?

Huh?

Not to police some vicious slaughter?

Hackney killers, Edmund, are not my business.

Whitechapel fugitives, however... REID: It was him, Jedediah.

The murderer who stalked Whitechapel, he now stalks these marshes.

Our mutual friend, Miss Castello, took to sharing with me your conjecture that the toothsome villain then said to be Abel Croker, deceased, is neither Abel Croker, nor deceased.

"The brother," she says.

"The brother of Augustus Dove," she says.

Miss Castello, she proved amenable, give or take, to sharing her research, Ed.

Research which I now have in my possession.

Yes.

I seen what you seen.

Then you know it's the goddamn truth.

We've seen that brother.

REID: His name is Nathaniel.

Every killing ascribed to Abel Croker, he performed.

He tore apart Bennet Drake.

Augustus Dove used Croker to protect his brother.

As he now uses you to prevent me from exposing him.

You are not appointed, Jedediah, for your able policing, but because you are so easily made marionette, dancing to your master's fingers.

Augustus Dove will fall.

I will serve justice on him and his brother.

And I only tell you this so that you might stay out of my way.

Understand that my contempt for you is beyond limit, but my fight is not with you.

Have your cunny chaser pull his trigger now, Reid.

(SNIFFS) -You will not find another chance.

-(GUN COCKS) I ain't of a mind to argue with it.

Pull the trigger, Reid.

I hope you have more of this about you, Jedediah.

It's a long walk back to Whitechapel.

(METAL CLINKS) (TEA KETTLE WHISTLING) (WHISTLING STOPS) How long will he sleep?

I cannot say whether his exhaustion or his terror is more powerful.

Your way with the boy is...

So tender.

Motherhood changes you.

As you will learn I'm sure, Miss Morton.

Years ago, when the captain told me he was leaving me and choosing you, I told him he was choosing his past over his future.

But I was wrong.

I was so extraordinarily wrong.

Because you and he grow together, with a love inviolable.

And I...

I do not.

But there is one thing of which I am certain, your son will always be fortunate indeed to have you as his parents.

(SNIFFLES) I, um...

I should check on Robin.

Robin, I thought you might like... Robin?

Robin!

(DOOR OPENS) Your visitor, Mr. Dove, has traipsed his filth.

My apologies, Madame.

Them marshes are sodden.

Then again, Mr. Dove...

I gather you have a gift for cleaning.

If you'd be so kind...

Your latest reflections for the Police Gazette, is it?

DOVE: What is the meaning of this?

Last I was here, I asked if you knew aught of Edmund Reid's hypothesizing... Vis-a-vis the infamous cannibal Golem of Whitechapel.

And I told you I did not.

So I recall.

But you see, Mr. Dove, now I do know Edmund Reid's hypothesizing because Edmund Reid told me.

You... You found Reid?

Where is he?

You see, Reid is not currently the matter critical, Mr. Dove.

Your brother... Nathaniel, he is the matter most currently critical.

You're mistaken.

I have...

I have no brother.

There is this day a nipper abroad in Whitechapel bawling how his uncle got his throat bit out.

So I come for a look and who should I find doing likewise but steady Ed and the American.

And with the luxury of a gun on me, they thought to tell me plenty.

Reid gave proof to all I'd read in Miss Castello's files.

Your mother... Guluba, means "dove," doesn't it?

(INHALES SHARPLY) My brother is my concern alone.

SHINE: No.

No, he is mine also, if he may bait my hook for Edmund Reid.

There is, perhaps, another way.

Reid's daughter, her loyalties have turned against his favor.

You come by this knowledge how?

He gave to her a note concerning my brother.

She and Inspector Drummond thought to pass it to me.

Mathilda is in contact with her father?

(LAUGHS) And I'm being informed of this only now?

But you are informed of it nonetheless.

And with your other recent knowledge concerning my brother, you perhaps grasp the fresh urgency of Reid's apprehension.

Bait the hook.

Well, Mr. Dove, you are as black-hearted a bastard as ever roamed the lanes of this dread city.

Needs must, Inspector.

When the devil drives?

There is no devil, Inspector Shine.

When Reid is done with, you and I, Commissioner, we shall talk again on what price your reeking secrets may be worth to you.

How could you?

JACKSON: Jesus Christ, Caitlin.

He must have run and run fast because he saw this.

Miss Morton is currently scouring Spitalfields for any sight of him.

No, no, no, no.

He may fear us but he trusts Thatcher.

The boy will seek him out.

What, you're going to the police now?

REID: No, Thatcher will see him safe.

There's work to do.

We've need of an ordnance survey map and the London Shipping Gazette.

Sign your name.

If you can't, just make a mark.

You two!

You're next!

(TELEPHONE RINGING) Leman Street?

Mr. Thatcher!

Jesus Christ.

Robin, what are you doing?

-You were to stay!

-I was afraid.

Them people you left me with, they're bad.

No, I've told you, Robin.

They're friends!

All right?

-You cannot be here, hey?

-(TELEPHONE RINGING) Leman Street... On Princelet Street?

Yeah, we'll send a constable right away.

Who's this then?

Robin, sir.

Robin?

Robin Sumner?

I'll wire J Division.

They've been looking for him all over.

It's their case now.

Come with me, Robin.

We'll find you a quiet place and a cup of sweet tea.

You're going to be just fine, son.

Come on.

LOCAL: Sergeant?

LOCAL: Sergeant?

All right, fine.

Yeah.

Sign it!

Right, name?

REID: Dove puts the bodies in the water here, but for them to meet such a flow to navigate clear through the Limehouse Cut and into the Thames, I mean... Now, this stretch here, that's barely five foot to a mile, tide drops, those bodies will wash up for us to find before they're carried away again.

So anything heavy in the water would most likely be washed aground?

Just after this meander.

BOTH: Good Limeluck Hope.

Eleven tonight.

The tide at its lowest.

After that, the current will wash them away and into the Thames.

Jackson, we can find them.

With the Sumner boy missing, the bodies of his mother and uncle may be our only incontrovertible evidence of Nathaniel's savagery.

We can bring Dove down.

Jackson, are you with me?

Then I guess we're doing us some night-fishing.

(DOOR OPENS) J Division?

Here's the lad.

You're gonna go with this policeman now, Robin.

His division are going to take care of you.

All right?

Well, that's one less headache.

DOVE: You've been a very brave boy, Robin.

But you don't need to be afraid any more.

Does he, Miss Chudleigh?

-(GROANING) -(DEAFENING TRILLING) (DISTANT KNOCKING) You called for me, sir?

I did, I did.

Come in, sit.

I've just handed the boy over to J Division, Inspector.

Good.

Good.

Now, Inspector Drummond, when you observe these posters plastered around the station house, and the streets beyond... What is it you see?

Sir, is that blood?

Let me tell you what I see, a looking glass that every day reflects the continued inefficacy of this division to prosecute justice upon its most hunted fugitives.

Now, there are some might say this shame on us can be doubled, at least given our most recently promoted officer is sweetheart to the very daughter of the fugitive-in-chief.

Sir, now she...

I will tell you what she is, your Mathilda Reid.

She is on the side of goodness.

Willing to turn against her own Pappie out of noble rectitude.

And you... You, Drummond, lack even the decency to share such with your constabulary brothers.

Now, lad.

You will tell me about Miss Reid's doings with her outlaw old man.

And you will tell me now.

-Now, Drummond!

-(SLAMS TABLE) (HEAVY BREATHING) There...

There is a candle, sir.

In the bedroom window.

JACKSON: We're 30 yards from the bend.

The flow should be at its slowest on this side.

REID: The Sumner man will be the heavier of the two.

Body should wash up near this bank.

And I, er...

I would value your advice, is all, Mr. Dove.

My advice on questioning an order from your direct superior?

I'm not accusing you of insubordination, Inspector Drummond.

Reid's apprehension remains the chief concern of H Division.

Whatever policing you must do to that end, you may be sure it is for the good.

And also above all...

Think of your future with Miss Reid.

The life you would build for her.

How may that begin when she must live under the shadow of her renegade father?

(PANTING) Reid, over here.

For the boy... For the boy to be here... To have washed up thus, er... For him to have got to the marshes so fast, we can recalculate.

What?

For him to have reached the marshes so fast, we can work out where the body was dropped... -Reid, Reid!

-We can recalculate.

You don't even see it, do you?

Look at him.

Look at him!

God damn it, look at him!

He's a child!

This is how far he'll go, this is what he does.

My son is in that house right now.

It's over.

It's over.

No, no, no, no.

(GRUNTS) You stay!

You stay!

You stay!

You stay!

You stay!

We have a clue!

-We have a fresh clue!

-(GUN COCKS) We got nothing, Reid.

Nothing.

(GRUNTS) God damn you for ever coming back to Whitechapel.

You think I'm gonna let my son, my wife, fall under the hooves of your crusade.

Where are you going?

Where?

I can't look at him or you.

Jackson.

Jackson, the boy, the boy!

Just throw him back in the water.

Let the ocean take him.

It's coming for all of us.

(SIGHS) I will not see your memory washed away, Robin Sumner.

Caitlin!

Matthew?

What?

The boy, er, Caitlin.

Robin, he, er... (INHALES) We found him.

It was Dove.

He killed him.

Listen to me.

We're taking Connor.

And we're getting out of this goddamn hellhole.

-How, Matthew?

-I don't care how.

But I'm taking our son, and by God, I'll see him safe.

-Are you with me?

-Matthew... Are you with me?

I am with you.

Always.

(CRYING) At fresh light, we're out of here.

We'll get our boy and Reid can go to hell.

Oh, Mathilda... (CRYING) (DOOR OPENS) (DOOR CLOSES) I told Caitlin to get some sleep... 'Cos we're getting out... With Connor.

I know you want Dove.

I know you want justice for... Drake, for Bloom, for... (SIGHS) For all of them, but...

I can't help you no more.

I buried him.

You were right.

It is over.

It is over.

I want to give you some advice.

You get out also and for good.

And you would have me leave my Mathilda here?

She lit her candle.

Can you trust her, Reid?

She is my daughter.

And I must say goodbye.

Your advice, Captain, was a conclusion I had already reached... Unaided.

We tried...

Didn't we?

We can say that, at least.

We did.

We did, Captain.

We tried.

That's Connor's room.

(CHAIN RATTLING) (GATE UNLOCKS) Caitlin.

-Caitlin!

-(GRUNTS) Chudleigh, right?

-Get out of our way.

-(BELL RINGING) Take them.

Now.

JACKSON: Not today, boys.

-(GUNSHOTS FIRED) -(SCREAMS) Connor.

(GRUNTS) 'Gustus!

Augustus will hunt you down and grind you for glue.

You ought to know I ain't above shooting a woman.

Nor am I.

(GUNSHOTS FIRED) Third floor.

(COCKS GUN) Miss Susan?

Shoot him.

Shoot the son of a bitch, goddammit.

Matthew.

He has Connor.

CONNOR: Mamma!

Nathaniel, I am here for my son.

Please, please give him to me.

The pup.

'Gustus cares for him now.

SUSAN: I am pleading with you, Nathaniel.

Give me my son.

'Gustus, he'll... Miss Susan, I can't...

Your brother is no safe guardian.

He is a killer of boys.

Robin Sumner.

Nathaniel, you knew him, did you not?

Robin... Where is he?

Matthew pulled him from the river last night.

Where your brother, Augustus, put him.

No.

No.

'Gustus promised me he would not harm him.

Well, that boy's dead.

Washed up like garbage in the mud of Goodluck Hope, which your brother, killing on account of your killing, you goddamn animals.

I never meant for... Never meant for... (CRYING) Oh, Robin.

Robin.

Nathaniel.

Give me my son.

CONNOR: Mamma.

Forgive me, Miss Susan, forgive me.

He ain't holding Connor now.

Step aside, Caitlin.

(CONNOR CRIES) (SOBBING) (STAMMERS) Please... End me.

-(GUN COCKS) -Matthew.

Matthew, we have Connor.

NATHANIEL: Please... End me.

I beg you.

Please.

Nah, we're leaving.

Let's go.

SHINE: Such food for thought, Mr. Dove.

Proud words.

Proud and noble.

DOVE: This morning then you will have him?

That I will.

He will bow to me.

Edmund Reid will kneel.

I will wait upon it, Inspector.

Your work has been... Exemplary.

Lady Justice, Mr. Dove, holds us both close to her righteous --, does she not?

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) Mathilda?

-(WHISTLE BLOWS) -Oh, no.

Mr. Reid.

You cannot run no more.

There are 20 constables, both ends of this alley.

Will you come peaceful with me?

Mathilda?

It's better you come quiet, sir.

Drummond, I, er... Will you tell her I understand?

And that I love her.

To remember that of me, if naught else.

DOVE: I write of that which all of us who police this great city hold dearest to our hearts.

I write of justice.

We, all of us, stand today on the cusp of a glorious new age.

A locomotive carving steadfast and sure towards our fabulous future.

The future we have dared to dream.

And what a future it shall be.

The brave and glittering century which awaits us fills me only with hope.

Hope that with ever more sophisticated policing we may, in the coming decades, eradicate crime altogether.

Naught so kind as kin, is there?

Good work, Inspector Drummond.

You are caught, Edmund.

You are out-coppered.

Will you kneel to me, as my prisoner?

He will not kneel!

(CROWD SCREAMING) This savage and inhuman outlaw still thinks himself a man of stature.

Well, now...

Them shackles are unbecoming for a man of stature.

Take 'em off.

I said take them off.

(REID SIGHS) No, Jedediah.

At long last, Edmund Reid must fight his own cowardly corner.

I will not fight you.

Then this brother, will sting something fierce.

(CROWD GASPS) Steady Ed ain't so steady now!

(GRUNTS) (GRUNTS) -(GRUNTS) -Fight, Edmund.

These men will not intervene.

(CROWD SHOUTING) DOVE: We may come to know the Twentieth Century as the Great Era of Peace.

Well, now.

Let us parley.

DOVE: And at last... (GRUNTS) ...know an age of true harmony between men.

(GRUNTS) (GRUNTS) (CHOKING) I will end you!

(CHOKING) MATHILDA: Father!

(SCREAMS) -(GRUNTS) -(CRYING) No!

(CRYING) Please, Mr.

Shine.

He is my father.

Get her away from here.

Get her away from here.

-Mathilda.

-(CRYING CONTINUES) Mathilda!

We had to catch him.

I will never forgive you!

Behold him!

Behold him!

Look upon your Edmund Reid!

Look upon him!

He is fallen.

He is fallen.

See him... Kneel now before the justice of Jedediah Shine.

(PANTING) You will know it, Edmund.

At last... You will know it.

What it means to have... All you are snatched from you, to be a half-man, in a half-life, with naught in your black heart...

But hate.

Hate.

(LAUGHS) (PANTING) I've dreamed of this.

(DEAFENING TRILLING) Put him in irons.

I'm finished.

Finished.

(DEAFENING TRILLING) (WINCES) Oh.

No more, no more.

No more!

(PANTING) I am my own Master.

Ain't no man brings down Jedediah Shine...

Except Jedediah Shine.

I'm done with dreaming.

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING) (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) (MUSIC FADES OUT)