Ripper Street (2012) s04e06 Episode Script

(Drake) The rabbi, Leon Ratovski visited London from Paris.
Isaac Bloom killed him in a Whitechapel laneway and will hang for it.
(Jackson) Those are bite marks, Reid, flesh torn out with teeth.
[Yells.]
(Reid) This is a human bite mark.
(Jackson) And this is the animal hair that I took from where Gower was found.
It's a timber wolf.
(Dove) You were meant to care for him.
And I do.
I do.
Susan Hart is about her evil once more - Rose, you will stop this now! - No! Just try and make me, Bennet Drake! (Miss Castello) Tell me what our eyes now see here.
What has been done to this man? [Camera clicks.]
Quid pro quo.
The last definite death by my hand.
And who he? My father.
No.
No! [Fire crackling.]
Oh? - Wanted to say good night.
- Mm-mmm.
- Who am I? - (Kids together) The sandman, Pappy.
- Yeah, and what do I bring? - (Kids together) Sweet dreams.
Yeah, well, take them and sleep.
Say good night to our guest.
(Together) Good night, Mr.
Bennet.
(Margaret Atherton) Go now.
Do not wake me when you come, Don.
Well, I would not bank on it, woman.
[Chuckles.]
It is a thing to be happy, Don.
It is.
And you are.
I am.
There's no secret to it, Ben.
There is only this.
Do not care for all but what you may throw your arms about.
Decide who that may be.
Forget what remains beyond.
That is no counsel for a copper.
I never said it was.
It is counsel for a man, however, who would know what life is, not the other.
[Music playing.]
[Theme music.]
[Chatter.]
See, my darling, how we all like to feel a man in uniform beneath us? [Laughter.]
Do you blush on my account, Drum? It is coarse.
And you are about as far from coarse as a man might imagine, Tilda.
You know, Drum, you must not make a princess out of me.
But that is the way I feel about you, however, Tilda a princess to me.
Then you must stop.
There is something I have learned, and learned to my cost, Samuel Drummond.
It is that life is not a fairy tale, and that those who seek to make it one too often do so for the real and felt unhappiness of their actual lives.
Do you understand? (Drummond) I am not unhappy, Mathilda.
I could make you so, however.
I could make so and fast.
There are no princesses and no monsters, only humans their flesh and bones and all too broken hearts.
I am fond of you because you are real.
And I can not find anything hidden or broken about you.
You must be fond of me because I, too, am real.
Do you see? I do.
Real.
[Chatter.]
(Man) Paper! Paper! Whitechapel beast slays again.
Jewish immigrant murdered.
- Thank you, sir.
- Paper! Paper! Jewish immigrant murdered.
Where is she? - Excuse me, sir.
- Sit.
Come, Inspector Drake.
I should have 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 it.
Our good name be damned.
Miss Castello, will you show him? Here.
You may recognise Leon Ratovski, this image recorded the day he led his people out of the Russian Empire.
What are these? Towns? Villages? - (Miss Castello) They are shtetl.
- (Reid) They are the towns and villages where the Jewish people of Russia were tolerated to live for a while.
(Miss Castello) 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 Ratovski 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 Ratovski, and then put that record aside.
(Reid) Until the time you heard his name again.
(Miss 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 ask more.
This week last, I travelled to Paris where his friends at the Sorbonne allowed me to remove these photographs and these.
(Reid) They are his diaries, Bennet.
And you've read these? They are in Ukrainian.
He cannot.
- Well, then, they must be translated.
- (Reid) They are being so.
[Chatter.]
Rabbi Ratovski'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.
(Miss Castello) In the Russian empire, the czars drove out the Jews.
In the Ottoman, the Sultan drove out the Christians, peoples leaving all they have known behind, massing, driving west for salvation.
(Miss Goren) It is a hard road, however.
And this Ratovski's, the hardest.
In daylight, breaking camp, I see them, perhaps 50 yards from us, watching through the trees - a wolf pack.
- [Wolf howls in background.]
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.
- [Screams in the background.]
They scream for what feels like many hours.
By morning, there is nothing left of them except the blood in the snow.
The following night, they come again, but now they take five, two young girls among them.
Again, - we must listen to their screams.
- [Screams.]
And so it proceeds, day by day, as we walk through the forest.
We see them close, their pups gambolling alongside.
And each night, they attack.
And we listen to our wives, our husbands, our parents, our children screaming and imagine that one night soon it will be ourselves going beneath their jaws.
[Ominous music begins.]
Two weeks we walk through the forest like this.
And on the last night, however, the wolves take a woman, A Christian woman, Galuba.
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.
Ratovski told Isaac Bloom that he had come to London the right a wrong.
And he would say that this wrong constituted an abandonment.
(Miss Goren) The later entries, his arrival in Paris, he he talks of being broken, unable to continue, unable to lead his people further.
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 Ratovski.
And was this that abandonment? (Drake) Two small boys alone and orphaned, their memories, who they felt themselves to be, shaped and fathered by the beast they met in that forest.
Now grown to adulthood.
Homo homoni lupus esto.
(Miss Castello) Man is wolf to man.
Before Ratovski 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.
So is Ratovski brought here to tend, to counsel, only to fall beneath the jaws of the wolf? (Miss Castello) Invited by one brother to attempt the healing of the other? The woman's name? Do you recall a bird-seller who had a store off the back of Fashion Street.
I once brought Rose lovebirds from him.
- I do.
I remember him.
- He was a gyppy.
Made great play of it, his Balkan Romani roots.
"Goluba", was the word he used for a dove.
He makes his mother's name English, redefines himself with it.
Miss Castello, you will now set your curiosity to Assistant Police Commissioner Augustus Dove.
Find him.
Follow him.
Report to me.
It will be more than a book you will write, and more than our good name will be bankrupted.
He will show the world a darkness sat the heart of Scotland Yard itself.
[Chatter.]
[Dog whining.]
(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.
Even when you were a boy, Augustus Dove.
We girls would fight and scratch for who one day might be your woman.
How is it you're 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.
(Rose) Not too far, Connor.
Rose, may I ask you something? Of course, you may.
Your words to me, your recent words of Miss Hart and how she and Mr.
Reid have collaborated on some of act of evil You said I should keep my secrets.
I did.
I know.
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, Bennet stood by and watched as they put him in that cellar, the same cellar that Reid popped that child-stealer's head open on a stone pillar.
[Gasps.]
Oh, but I am faithless.
You are not, Rose.
You are nothing of the kind.
You hold to what is right and true, not to lies and secrecy.
And murder, Rose.
What they did was murder.
[Music playing.]
Two men for three vases.
Does that represent a good deal? (Croker) Oi, I'll tell you again, that 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 prize.
I got little choice, do I? You've arranged our berths, then? Boston the best I can do in such short order.
- (Jackson) Boston will serve fine.
- (Croker) Then you bring me my money, hook your child and I shall waive your fee.
Just a, uh, word, Croker, before I leave? Come.
[Door opening and closing.]
That's your boy, is is not? (Croker) He is.
Not my blood, but he's my boy.
You know what your boy's been about of late? Now most other weeks, I'd just shoot them 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 this (Jackson) Now you know goddamn well what the threat is.
Now 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.
- (Jackson) On your life, Croker.
On my life.
She ain't, he even gives her a stir, I will hunt him and kill him, and not before I've shot you first.
- You hear me? - I hear you.
[Whistle.]
What gives, Abel? Oh Take this to the station house on Leman Street.
Sir? What is it, Sergeant? Our dead room reaches capacity.
The cage on the customs warehouse on Cutler Street was blown up in last night - two guards killed.
- What thieved? Three porcelain vases.
Well, 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.
We keep looking however.
So it was you who has stripped them? - No, sir.
- That was myself.
Sergeant Thatcher found the action, uh, not to his taste.
It it was the wounding, sir.
Blood spilling from the same piece of them.
Upper left thorax.
You see, I think the instinct accurate.
It's the same wounding, when he must kill for necessity.
These, Mr.
Nadelman and Mr.
Ratovski 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.
What, no? Inspector? Get out, Thatcher.
Do we believe Augustus Dove about the thieving of Japanese porcelain also? And more besides.
The world beside.
[Chatter.]
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.]
Tip off.
Cutler Street job.
Knows where the items to be fenced.
Drum! What do you do? - Well, inspectors.
- Inspectors be bolloxed.
This is our bloody collar.
[Train noise and chatter.]
[Music playing.]
Parker? No.
I'm Thatcher.
Who Thatcher, what Bloody thieving, conniving, backstabbing Americans.
God damn it.
[Sigh.]
You're really going to make me do this, huh? [Breathing deeply.]
[Chimes tinkling.]
[Shackles clattering.]
[Sighs.]
Now there's some morphine about the place.
Just do me a favour and fix me up with some brandy because my head is broke [Ringing.]
[Groan.]
[Groans.]
Everything you know now.
[Sighs.]
I know you punch like a choir boy.
[Grunts.]
[Wheezes and chuckles.]
[Coughs.]
[Grunts and sighs.]
(Drake) 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.
Oh, what's wrong? Your two stars still crossed, boys? [Grunts and groans.]
Why, you're out of conditioning, Reid.
See? See? Now I'm not no surgeon, nor no Pinkerton.
But I'm 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 Ratovski 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.
Anyway you choose to slice it, Captain, you're up to your guts in this.
So you tell me who done this! [Clicks.]
Just pass me a smoke, will ya? [Sighs.]
Were you part of this robbery last night? If you were not, how did you get your hands on this vase? Well, that's a good many questions, Reid.
Which one's your favourite? Despite your self-interest, I know that you are not the stripe of man that 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.
[Grunts.]
[Sighs.]
(Jackson) You know, I'm glad of something.
The man you were when we first met, the man of war, man of dread, his least 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 then opens.]
Inspectors sir, she has brung herself here.
Uh, Miss Castello, sir.
She asks after you.
Have two men lock this whoreson down.
My office.
(Reid) It is a rare blend our surgeon's 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're sure? I'm afraid so.
Leave us now.
[Door opens and closes.]
They are friends, are they not, from childhood, schooled together.
(Drake) Such friends do not walk arm in arm.
[Train chugging in background.]
Do not care for ought 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 first-hand and 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.
[Music playing.]
[Door opening and closing.]
[Telephone ringing.]
Yes? Drummond? Three different merchants, two different wharf sites.
Only, uh, here's a point of interest, Mr.
Reid.
Shipping office reports an identical inquiry taking place a couple of weeks back.
A fellow named Probin, prison doctor.
[Finger snap.]
[Jackson sniffs.]
Egyptian.
Nutty, cut with sweetness.
They're strong and rare, only a few importers.
It's a clear trail to its source, a trail stepped by another in recent times, that doctor out of Newgate.
Remember his name? It was Probin.
He ministered to your wife, I believe, before she died or did not die, if Rose Drake is to be believed.
[Clang.]
I only mention this out of fellowship and due to the fact that time presses.
And and I believe you may be able to save me a diversion or two.
Which of the three wharves that land this tobacco should I go to first? - And what I would I find there? - Reid, I think you know what it is.
You asked me that.
It ain't just a name I'm going to give you.
- (Reid) I do.
I must.
- Then in fellowship, don't ask it.
And yet, I have no notion of what it is you speak, Reid.
[Stubs out cigarette.]
(Jackson) Reid, you be careful down there.
- What dangers do I face? - Plenty.
[Seagulls and ship horns.]
No.
No, no, no.
Ah! No.
[Breathing heavily.]
[Sobbing.]
This your sarcophagus, is it, madam? Where you have come to in your death? [Sighs.]
And who else to break me from my tomb but you, Mr.
Reid? [Sigh.]
(Reid) It is fortunate that I am in the habit of believing the evidence with 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 should 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, an escape of ruthlessness and ingenuity, one that might have been worthy of you, madam.
Escape? It is a fine fancy, but no more than that.
And you, Mr.
Reid, a man equally resurrected, equally powerless to leave a place, come to show me my truth once more.
[Inhales.]
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? The wharfinger here, Croker? So it would seem.
[Exhales.]
- My son, will I see my son? - Not of current relevance.
(Reid) 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 recompose for all I have taken and and done it with peace.
But they let me raise my boy.
And once 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.
And I would mourn them.
[Exhales.]
Now also their mourning barely worth the saying of.
(Reid) No, then who was it? Who was it put the knife in? It is you.
It is you.
(Susan) No, no, you take this man's life, Nathaniel, you must take mine first.
You know what it's 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's Reid.
He's my friend.
- He's police, is he not? - He is.
You, you are the younger, you who laid beside your mother in the snow.
And who is the older, Nathaniel? 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 Ratovski? I'm sorry, Miss Susan.
I'm sorry.
(Reid) Wait! Wait! (Rose) Half an hour, Augustus, tea and cake.
- [Rose laughing.]
- (Dove) Thank you.
- [Rose laughing.]
- 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.
[Laughs nervously.]
Should I not accept a carriage ride home when all about is uproar? - It is as Rose says, Inspector.
- Mrs.
Drake, she's 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 - [Grunts and groans.]
- Bennet! Augustus.
Ah! Get him away.
Get the boy out, Rose.
Wh 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.
- [Grunts and groans.]
Stop it! Why you - Mm.
- Did you let him touch you? Have you have you taken him to our bed? No, Bennet.
[Coughing and breathing heavily.]
Perhaps she speaks the truth.
But what of your truth, hey? 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 opening and closing.]
Oh, what will happen, Augustus? All will be well.
My health 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? - [Low drumming starts in background.]
[Drumming continues.]
You know already, Augustus.
It was beneath that curiosity shop.
[Drumming.]
[Door opening and closing.]
[Music playing.]
[Echoes of crowd yelling.]
(Reid) Book her, Sergeant Drummond.
Yes, Mr.
Reid.
Name? Susan Hart.
True name.
Swift.
Caitlin Swift.
- [Door opening and closing.]
- (Thatcher) Inspector Drake, sir.
Please, sir.
There is a unit at Westminster Manor.
Yard uniforms, A-Division, sir, over 50 of 'em.
They've sealed up the Compton Estate on Sander Street, and they're clearing out the tenants.
[Telegraph tapping.]
Arrest warrant.
Inspectors Reid and Drake to be apprehended and held on the order of Assistant Commissioner Dove.
[Music playing.]
[Chatter.]
There.
[Coughing.]
What will we do, Bennet? Wait for the first of those men out there to feel that their prospects might be advanced by our shackling? We will not.
Perhaps I am only good for the fight after all.
(Reid) Then let us bring it, Bennet.
- The brother's Dove.
- (Reid) 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.
If we find him, his capture will bring us also his brother.
[Chains rattling.]
With me.
Keys.
Stand down, Carter.
Just go.
Get out.
Move! Get walking.
[Urgent music playing.]
- [Glass shattering.]
- Drake! - [Yelling from outside.]
- [Inaudible.]
Drake, my Colt.
Captain Jackson's effects.
Do it, Drummond.
(Thatcher) Inspectors, will you not even make it appear as if we tried to do our duty? [Gunshots.]
[Chatter.]
Move! Do you see her, Bennet? Call me mad now, will ya? Rose, Rose, do you have my son? I don't know how you dare ask.
He is at home being watched by a real policemen.
(Susan) Rose, please, none of this is as I would have wanted it.
You are so dear to me.
But my deception, can you will you understand how (Man) Whoa! I think you said your piece now, Mrs.
Drake.
I ain't even begun, Captain.
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.]
- We must run.
We must run.
Is it you, Rose? You who sent Mr.
Dove to that cellar? What happened to you, Rose? (Jackson) Drake.
Drake.
Now.
[Whistle.]
[Whistle.]
[Door opening.]
(Susan) On a hard day, you are a fine sight, Mathilda Reid.
Your eyes do not deceive you, Mathilda.
It is her.
Our thanks, Miss Castello.
We must speak.
(Reid) There will be bad things said about me, things that perhaps you will not recognise as acts I could have carried out.
Then are they true? Some, yes.
Tilda Reid, the girl born to me twice.
No wonder of the woman you've become.
No.
Not again, Father.
Do not leave me.
You stay close to your Samuel Drummond, 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.
(Man) You will search the length of Whitechapel high streets and Commercial Road.
[Bell.]
Ahem.
Let him through.
Yes, Sergeant Drummond? Mr.
Dove, sir, there was a delivery for you.
A boy brought this, sir.
We put him up and sent him running.
But there is no rat hole in Whitechapel where he can hide from me.
[Train rumbling above.]
Feel this needful, do you? I do.
And more besides.
It was you instructed me to keep wearies 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's chained, Abel.
My brother is chained.
As all animals require, chaining or slaying.
- What's that you say? - Uh only this, that I should've tied him up in a sack and put him in the river when I first saw him.
He is past saving, Augustus.
And you and your ever-burgeoning eminence needs protection from him.
(Dove) So you think to end his misery.
I do.
And wish for my sanction.
I do not require your sanction.
The 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 unsheathing.]
Augustus, Augustus, please, please, I will be better.
I will be calm, I promise.
Go then.
But make it swift.
Go on.
Go on.
Go on.
You will be at peace, my boy.
[Knife stabbing.]
[Knife clatters to the ground.]
Oh.
[Groans.]
Argh! (Dove) He is my blood, Abel.
[Gasps.]
What else would I do? [Gasp.]
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, God damn it, 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.
Where'd he say? Somewhere.
It is a it is a whole system of tunnels.
[Ominous music playing.]
What do you want, brother? What do you want? To live, grow old, be happy.
Same as me, Augustus.
But I cannot because of what I want is not what I need.
(Croker) The need never dies, does it, boy? 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 anger.
He is the teeth of the hurricane, he's your kraken waking.
Perhaps, but he is mine.
[Voices in the distance.]
Listen, you do not look for me, understand? Go, brother.
Hide.
I shall find you.
Yes, Augustus.
I gave you life.
It is not a gift, Abel.
If you weren't dead already, I'd kill you myself.
Where, man, where is your creature? [Gurgling.]
Please, please, Abel, only tell us.
[Train rumbling above.]
Take parallel paths, then.
Our eyes on each other's torch.
[Sobbing.]
[Grunting and groaning.]
Come.
Try me once more.
[Grunting and groaning.]
You think me scared of you, do you? Well, I am not.
I am you, man! (Drake) Do you sometimes walk in sunlight - and remember what murder - (Reid) Bennet! (Drake) your hands have made? (Drake) Do you quiver with the same power of it? (Reid) 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 ya? Believe this life, only hung for that cruelty to breed.
You do not know the bare start of it.
How many, then? Huh? Ratovski? My boy Gower, the immigrant Nadelman, them two guards? Let us hazard, perhaps, two or three more along the way.
Six, say it.
Six is nothing, boy.
I ended 20 men beneath these hands in only one half hour morning.
[Grunting and groaning.]
[Rumble.]
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.
[Groans.]
Feast on me, then.
Cut me open and eat out my heart.
But all you will find there is dust.
[Groaning and choking.]
Argh! (Reid) Bennet! With me! With me! [Gunshot.]
[Gunshots.]
Bennet.
Bennet.
Bennet, you fight.
You fight.
No, my friend.
No more fight.
There.
No!