I believe another murder as taken place in Pye Street only last night.
Is that not correct?
[Nightingale] I saw the man fleeing, Inspector.
The killer we're looking for is John Marlott.
[Treadaway] Go home, Joseph. You're off duty until further notice.
[Billy] A ship was due in port three weeks ago carrying timber and ice.
It never arrived.
[Esther] I have been invited to a grand occasion tonight.
-[Frederick] Frederick Dipple. -Jack Martins.
Jack Martins.
[Nightingale] What scared you the other evening?
[Queenie] There's this room where he keeps all his contraptions.
There was a strange book and a door that can't be unlocked.
[Marlott] Dipple and the Dean of Westminster
are conspiring to clear Pye Street ahead of the sale of the land.
Esther, I cannot wake up tomorrow morning
knowing that you will never return to this house.
I will return.
[theme music playing]
[church bell tolling]
[Sir Robert] It may be true as the say,
that the stench surrounding the King's bed is worse than the rookeries.
But it is also true that the King will soon be dead.
In these troubled times our government requires the support of the best men.
In his youth, an idealistic humanitarian,
now his treatments and cures have made him
the most visionary scientist of his generation.
Gentlemen, Lord Daniel Hervey.
Thank you, Sir Robert.
My apologies for the surplus of rumor surrounding my absence.
It is my honor to return to public life,
as a passionate advocate for Sir Robert's plans for our city.
This bold program for social betterment and reform here in Westminster
Law, order and public health for all.
No exclusions.
Not even the church.
It will be my privilege to persuade Prince William
that Sir Robert's plans are no mere vision.
-[door opens] -All he needs to do is look out the window
and see for himself the changes that are already occur...
[Fox] A body has been found in the river, sir.
What?
[indistinct chatter]
[man] Why? Who did this to him?
[sobbing]
[door opens]
[Esther] Mr. Martins?
I've been worried about you.
[Marlott] You're not safe with me.
Will you let me help you?
[Marlott] If I were to let you...
You would be dead.
Just like everybody else.
You are not alone with that affliction.
They were murdered, Esther.
These ghosts, they haunt me,
but I cannot help them.
I don't know what they want.
You're tired.
You're cold.
Leave me!
Take your charity elsewhere.
Give it to someone who deserves it more than I.
Very well.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[Dr. Lennox] Gentlemen, the sergeant's throat was cut ear to ear.
[indistinct chatter]
His heart was taken.
The circumference of the knife marks on his chest,
as well as the exceptional skill shown in the extraction of the organ,
suggest that the heart was intended to remain intact
on its removal from the torso.
I would also add, that though the River Thames is not known for its warmth,
Sergeant Nightingale's corpse shows signs of having been recently thawed.
-From frozen. -[indistinct murmuring]
Inspector Treadaway, do Sergeant Nightingale's wounds
bear any similarity to those of the murdered clergymen?
[Treadaway] I couldn't tell you about the first two victims, sir.
Their autopsies were conducted in private.
[Dr. Lennox] But the newspapers reported that the clergy victims
had their bodies torn limb from limb?
[Treadaway] That's what I read, too, sir.
But we know that to be misinformation falsified by Grub Street...
Excuse me, the press.
[Dr. Lennox] Would you tell us about the events
leading up to the discovery of Sergeant Nightingale's body?
Sergeant Nightingale told me he saw the killer
fleeing from Cornelius Spence's lodgings.
Said he recognized him.
And who did he believe it to be?
-[Treadaway] Inspector John Marlott, sir. -[Dr. Lennox] John Marlott?
Correct me if I'm wrong, but wasn't John Marlott hanged
in front of hundreds of witnesses?
[Treadaway] Yes, sir, he was.
[Dr. Lennox] So what did you do next?
[Treadaway] I relieved him of his duty.
Constable Bircher saw him later on his beat,
said he was babbling, couldn't make head nor tail.
That was the last anyone saw of him before we found the body.
Thank you, Mr. Treadaway.
It is my conclusion that Sergeant Nightingale was willfully murdered.
And in my opinion,
if he was in pursuit of the true murderer of the clergymen,
then it was the true murderer who took his life
and disposed of his body.
And is yet to be captured.
[indistinct chatter]
Mr. Marlott? How about a drink?
In that prison cell, when you told me you were innocent of Flora's murder,
even though I could not find your proof, I believed you.
I don not believe you are responsible for his murder now.
I failed him.
Perhaps. But you have yet to fail me.
And right now, I believe you are the only man that I can trust.
So here it is.
Lord Hervey is alive. And back in London.
He's been spotted more than once leaving the Palace of Westminster.
Wait! Wait! Wait! He took a carriage, I don't know where he went.
What was he doing there?
He's working for Peel. Now, your turn.
Do you still believe that Hervey is in some way
-a part of these crimes? -I do.
Hmm. Then perhaps, together, we can shed some light on this matter.
You asked me who my source was that gave me the clergy's autopsy reports.
It was the Dean's coroner himself, Renquist.
Which means he faked them.
Yeah. Exactly.
Now, why would a coroner wish to cover up a thing like this?
And who would he be doing that for?
That is the coroner's mortuary.
Shall I do the talking or...
Mr. Marlott! I'll do the talking, shall I?
When have you not?
[door opens]
No disturbances, am I understood?
-[Boz clears throat] -[door closes]
[Renquist] So much for discretion.
-Who's this? -I'm a friend of Sergeant Nightingale's.
I am afraid you've got the wrong coroner.
Beg to differ.
You lied to me, Renquist.
The murdered clergy weren't dismembered, they had their hearts cut out.
You deliberately falsified the autopsy reports
and fed me false information.
Forgive me, but isn't that all you're good for?
Maybe. But not what I'm good at.
And when I write your obituary,
I shall make sure to cut your reputation to ribbons.
"Obituary." [scoffs] Very good.
Who told you to cover up the removal of the hearts?
Well, here's the rub.
If I tell you, I'm a dead man.
We're all dead men.
Does the name Daniel Hervey mean anything to you?
-Talk. Talk! -Marlott, stop!
Marlott? John Marlott?
So it is true.
And they say you're a killer.
Shame on you.
[breathing heavily] [exhales]
What's the ice for?
My morticians use it.
For what?
[louder] For what?
To store organs.
[door closes]
[toy winding]
[whirring]
[mechanical clatter]
[door opens]
-I'm sorry. [sniffles] -[door closes]
I couldn't help myself.
I... I've almost finished the work. I'll be better in a minute. [sniffles]
I do not care about the work. You know that.
Please. I don't wish you to see me like this.
I wish to. [whirring stops]
You're leaving?
Come no closer.
[Frederick sighs]
Please.
Come with me. Come with me.
You're only saying this because you're leaving.
Is that really what you think of me?
Come with me.
As what? Your seamstress? Or your mistress?
As my wife.
Why do the rich feel they can meddle with our emotions?
I'm not for collection.
My work is done.
[sighs]
He is seven years old.
He has one shoelace undone.
He will never tie it.
His brown hair falling in his eyes.
And a red ball,
he loves to play,
he longs to play.
What are you doing?
Your son
longs so much for you to see him as clearly as he sees you.
And as clearly as I can see him right now.
He is always by your side.
He never left it.
No. You stay away from me.
-Listen to me. -Stay away. [door closes]
[Renquist] Your late experiment has paid me a visit.
Was it fruitful for him?
I said nothing.
But he will soon find his way to you, as you predicted.
As will the others.
The King will not last the week, and when he dies,
I fear we will lose his protection.
Everything you ever taught me,
every heart that I carved out at your request,
-all roads lead to us. -Shh. Calm yourself.
But the law will be upon us, Daniel.
Not if we aim it at Frederick Dipple first.
How?
Dipple intends to leave for the continent in secret.
That's when we will throw him to the dogs.
How can I be sure I will not share his fate?
Remember how you were preyed upon at school?
Who was it protected you?
Have I not always protected you?
Walter, you have shared in my discoveries.
Our names will lie side by side.
I just need a little more time.
[Frederick breathing heavily]
[Frederick] "My beloved son.
I have sacrificed everything I have
so that I may hear your precious heart beat for all eternity.
Keep this formula close to your heart.
It holds the secret to everlasting life.
Farewell, sweet boy."
[dog barking]
[Blackwood] That's Maggs' seat. It's taken. Get lost.
I don't see anybody.
Yeah, well, that's 'cause he's dead. This is his wake.
I still don't see him.
I know you.
Corpse bearer.
You deliver ice, right?
Why, what you after? My job?
Ever heard of Frederick Dipple?
He imports timber and ice to London.
You shift his ice for him?
Where does he keep it?
I used to be a footman for Edmund Kean.
Yeah, that's right, the actor.
'Til he caught me pinching his silver.
Well, I learnt my lesson, and now I work for Dipple.
He pays me well enough. Better than digging up coffins.
And that would barely even get me halfway to pissed,
and I intend to because this is a wake.
Well, you tell me where he stores his ice,
and when I'm done with him, all that ice is yours and yours alone.
So talk. Before it melts.
[Blackwood clears throat]
There's a tower by the plague pit.
You know it?
Well, it belongs to Frederick Dipple.
That's where he keeps his ice.
[sniffling] I loved him, Tatty.
[sobbing]
What if I had something to do with how he died?
How?
I told Joe I... I had a bad feeling about Mr. Dipple.
We all have bad feelings about our employers. Who doesn't?
No, listen. I saw a man in Dipple's house.
He was up to no good. I know it. I told Joe.
-Have you told the police? -No. [sniffles]
They won't take me seriously. Nobody takes me seriously.
Well Joe might have.
Come on!
Miss Pickett, I'm afraid hearing strange noises in your employer's house
doesn't quite give me enough to go kicking down doors with.
But that wasn't all.
Queenie.
He had a book. A strange book.
It had a loose page with a drawing of a human heart.
I swear the page had blood on it.
A door I didn't have a key to, there was some odd fella
trying to get into it.
-Look, I know how it sounds, but... -Bircher.
[door opens]
Thank you, Miss Pickett.
I'll take what you've said into consideration.
My constable will see you out.
[Sir Robert] The dean's parish watchmen
are now intent on apprehending Sergeant Nightingale's killer
before we do.
If they are successful, we will be stripped of our authority.
And you are telling me you have no lines of inquiry to follow?
Well? Or is the dean's estimation of our abilities correct?
We have turned up one, sir.
-Yes? -Appears that Nightingale received
a tip-off from the housekeeper of Frederick Dipple.
-Dipple? -She described a man
hiding in Dipples' who Nightingale must've mistook to be...
Yes?
-John Marlott. -Marlott? Please, God, tell me
that you are not entertaining this insanity.
It's not the evidence I'm entertaining, sir.
It's the fact that Nightingale was and might've paid Mr. Dipple a visit.
Which case we can follow his tracks from there.
Hmm.
Dipple...
Dipple, Dipple, Dipple.
-Very well. -Sir.
-And Inspector. -Sir.
With a man as powerful as Dipple, "might have" will not suffice.
Yes, sir.
[Frederick] People who know me too long
always acquire a certain look.
There's something about me they cannot place
a question that they dare not ask.
The same look that you have on your face now.
The same look that I have fled continents to escape.
But for you, I cannot.
So ask me.
You can see my son?
And he is here now?
[breath trembling]
I cannot feel him.
Shh.
Close your eyes.
[gasps]
[breathing heavily]
No.
This is madness!
Why? Why would God let you see him and not me?
God has no part in this.
There are more things possible on this earth than you could ever dream of.
There is no death...
-Shh. -[moans]
There's only life.
Life can breathe itself into anything.
I can show you and you will see him, I promise you.
How?
[bell ringing]
[knocking on door]
Please wait for me here.
[door closes]
Hey... [chuckles]
Hey...
Mr. Dipple. I'm Inspector Treadaway of the Metropolitan Police.
This is Constable Bircher.
We've had some information, sir,
regarding the death of one of our sergeants.
We'd like to ask you some questions.
If you'd like to accompany us down to the station, sir.
Sir Robert Peel's personal request.
Sam?
I'm here, my love.
Mama's here.
[humming lullaby softly]
[gasps]
[Lord Hervey] Don't be afraid. Frederick knows I'm here.
My mother used to sing my sister and I to sleep.
I mean you no harm.
Quite the opposite.
Truly.
[shakily] Who are you?
The one who can show you how.
You've never had any dealings with Sergeant Nightingale,
any business or otherwise?
He's never visited your townhouse?
I don't make a habit of inviting policemen into my home.
You could ask my housekeeper, Miss Pickett,
but perhaps you already have.
Do you have any interest in human anatomy, Mr. Dipple?
That depends upon the human, and the precise part of the anatomy.
[Treadaway] How about hearts?
I'm a collector. I am interested in all things.
British law is particularly fascinating, wouldn't you say, Inspector?
All those little idiosyncrasies of who it defends, and who it punishes.
A man's rights are paramount.
But a gentleman's rights are sacrosanct.
How well do you know the law, Inspector?
[softly] Pillock.
What do you reckon?
He's sitting on thorns, sir.
[wind howling]
[water dripping]
What is this place?
It is where you will be reborn.
I will not force you.
This is your choice to make.
It is too precious a gift not to be.
What choice?
To die?
To transform.
To be reunited with your child.
Not in heaven, but here.
On Earth...
Now.
You are by no means the first,
as Frederick himself understands all too well.
[liquid pouring]
And I believe you are already well-acquainted with the second.
Though not as well as I am.
Allow me to tell you the truth about Mr. Martins. But let us begin with his real name.
[Esther] This is not God's will.
[Lord Hervey] There is no such thing.
Only indifference.
[Marlott groans]
You think all I do is deliver his poxy ice for him?
Eh? You're done for, corpse bearer.
[Marlott groaning]
-[knife slashing] -[grunts]
[Lord Hervey] It is up to us to retaliate.
And rekindle all we have lost.
[both breathing heavily]
[yelps]
[groaning]
[panting and moaning]
[wind blowing]
Joseph?
Figured you weren't coming, sir.
Thought you might've dropped off.
[Marlott groans]
[Nightingale] Are you hurt, sir?
Been keepin' watch since sundown, just like you told me.
Been on 'em like a barnacle.
Time's wasting, sir.
How long are you gonna sit on 'em?
I'm sorry, Joseph.
I'm sorry.
I damned your soul.
I damned Flora's, everybody's.
Forgive me.
Forgive me, sir.
Forgive me.
[Flora] Joe?
You comin', Joe?
I've got my orders.
[wincing]
[Lord Hervey] The choice is yours.
-[Lord Hervey] Marlott? -[Marlott] Esther.
-No. -You are too late, John.
Whatever they've promised, they're lying.
[sighs]
No!
[gags and groans]
No! No, no!
-[Lord Hervey] Let me help you. Shh. -[Esther moaning and gagging]
[grunts] You!
[groans]
[coughing] [wheezing]
[Frederick] Now do you understand? You are not the only one.
You and I are like brothers.
[grumbling]
[Marlott] How many others did you kill?
[Lord Hervey] Sacrifices are necessary.
The Dean of Westminster?
Has blood on his hands.
[struggling]
Frederick Dipple killed one of our own.
So tonight we catch him or we don't stop till we do.
You promised me the formula.
Give it to me. I need it!
Get off the streets! Stay inside!
[Frederick] I cannot live without Esther.
And one day, you will come to the understanding that neither can you.
[Marlott] God will judge you for this!
He will judge you for this!