Whitechapel s04e06 Episode Script

1 Not one killer, a group, lying in wait and dragging people down to the sewers to cut out their organs.
It's a camera, pointing at this.
(ELECTRICS ZIZZLE) Leave me alone! Are you saying there's demon in the station? Please tell me why you're up here.
She doesn't love me.
My father drowned himself.
I'm sorry.
(GASPS) Sawney Bean? I thought we were looking for a group? He had a whole clan.
Of highwaymen? No.
Cannibals.
(SMOKE ALARM BEEPS) (COUGHS) What the hell is that? Dinner.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYS) (UTENSILS SQUEAK) (WIND HOWLS) So, tell me your idea? Sawney Bean was the leader of a clan of cannibals in 16th-century Scotland.
So it was a legend, like Sweeney Todd, the demon barber of Fleet Street? You're not gonna put me off my pie.
Cannibals aren't mythical creatures.
There's documented cases.
I mean, there's the siege at Leningrad.
Yeah, in a war where people were starving.
All right.
Well, there's the plane crash in the Andes.
Again, no supermarket.
You see a pattern here? Anyway, Dunn's dinner's still being analysed.
In 1993, there was a criminal gang in South Korea who preyed on the wealthy.
They were called the Chijon Family, and they killed and ate their victims so they could assert their superiority and dominance.
Let's run with it.
What were you cooking? I'd rather not say.
Why's that? Because (LAUGHS) It's an acquired taste.
I'll eat anything.
My wife says I'm a human dustbin.
You never tried anything like this, trust me.
Have you ever eaten human flesh? (WHISPERS) Once, when I was covering the Ugandan civil war.
Contrary to what you hear, it's not like pork.
More a quality veal flavour.
You liked it? The soldiers didn't eat it for the taste, they ate it so they could take on their enemy's power.
You weren't a soldier.
When in Rome, huh? Get the electricians to sort out the cells.
The lights have blown in their, too.
No problem.
Thank you.
It It wasn't you.
Huh? Erica.
I thought it was only a matter of time before you did cheat.
I didn't see any harm in letting it end now, before anyone got hurt.
Finley! I got hurt! Finley, get off! Mansell! Right, that's it.
You've had your warnings.
Go home.
It's not my fault.
It was Kent's! Sir, leave it with me.
I'll sort it out.
Emerson will put it right, won't you? Yeah, I'm going to phone Erica, tell her I lied.
What, this is a personal issue? It's a real-life soap opera.
You don't wanna know.
Sorry.
You assured me this wouldn't happen again.
What can I do? They're bloody idiots.
What can I do?! (PUNCHES IN NUMBER) (DIALLING TONE) Erica, it's me.
We need to talk about Finley.
Can you call me back? Bye.
(SPLASH!) Agh! (SMALL SIGH) (PHONE RINGS) Miles, there's another missing person, Josie Eagle.
She's 17.
How long's she been gone? Since eight o'clock last night.
Why do you think she's another victim? She rang her mum from work, saying she was worried about a strange gang.
Then she disappeared.
(SQUEAKS) (PAN SIZZLES) Have you brought it? Yes.
This should do the trick.
Well, I'll have a go.
It's a large bone.
Oh, she was a big girl.
Josie Eagle, in the local paper.
Another Peter Dunn interview.
Yeah, she worked for the city farm.
She raised a lot of money to save a lame donkey in Turkey.
She's devoted to animals.
Your face is swollen.
Ask the canteen for some frozen peas.
Thank you, sir.
I deserve this.
No, you don't look professional.
Get the swelling down, borrow some concealer of Riley, make yourself look presentable.
Yes, sir.
I won't let you down again.
I'm sorry.
I want the search teams back in the sewers looking for Josie.
Yes, sir.
Do you know Josie Eagle? 17, pretty, works at the city farm.
Never heard of her.
You interviewed her.
Still don't remember.
I'm sorry.
Who are they? My dear friends.
Names? Ah-ha.
None of your business.
What were you celebrating? I don't remember.
Who organises the meals? You? We meet when the circumstances demand.
So was the roast for one of these meetings and do the circumstances demand it now? So what are you, a group? A clan? (LAUGHS) It's a club.
And you're not invited.
I say we starve him.
A few hours without food, he'll tell us everything.
There's no need.
There's a coat of arms.
Contact the Heraldry Society.
See if you can find out whose house it is.
In 1862, Lord Ailsbridge was one of the earliest collectors of exotic animals in England.
He created an impressive menagerie at Garton Hall.
Before long he was part of The Acclimatisation Movement.
And they did what, study the weather? No, the society thought it strange we only considered domesticated cattle, sheep and pigs as food.
They wanted to introduce new breeds into the English diet, acclimatise them to this country, and to this end held banquets to try everything from giraffe, to crocodile, to sea slug.
So it was a club? A very exclusive dining club, yes.
But did they eat people? Yes, they tried all flesh.
Lord Harcourt once served the preserved heart of Louis XIV.
I believe Lord Ailsbridge was a guest.
(MECHANICAL WHIR) What? Sorry about that.
Um, yes, Garton Hall is now owned by Lady Arabella Bryson-Douglas of Ailsbridge.
It became part of the Wessex Zoological and Botanical Park in 1983.
So the club's still going strong? I suppose we'll have to take a trip to the West Country to find out.
No need.
Lady Ailsbridge has her London pied a terre right here in Whitechapel.
Well, that's got to be our best chance to find Josie Eagle.
Yes? Sorry to crash your dinner.
Police.
DI Chandler.
This is a private party! May I ask you to step back from the table, please, ladies and gentlemen? How dare you spoil my party! That's her, isn't it? We've found Josie Eagle.
Ooh, mind my ladies! Shh! I got her back.
Ohh.
Mwah! I'm so happy for you.
Take her out, go somewhere nice.
Out? No way.
Got loads of break-up sex to catch up on.
Euw, you're disgusting.
(Shh.
) Five are claiming diplomatic immunity, four are waiting for their lawyers, they can afford the best so I don't expect much cooperation, although you never know, maybe the stink of the cells will help them crack.
Who hasn't asked for a lawyer? The Rev Nicholas Maude.
He's been praying in his cell since he was arrested.
Fundraising to open a school in Ghana, you set up a soup kitchen in Potters Lane.
And you've won awards for your work with the homeless.
So what's a good man like you doing with a group of degenerate cannibals? Our group is devoted to the celebration of God's bounty.
We're not savages.
I saw what was on that table.
Nature is his gift to us.
We enjoy the beauty of his creations when they are alive.
What better way to show our appreciation than by eating them when they're dead? (HISSES) Ivor? Igor? Sorry.
When this first arrived, I didn't think I could examine it.
It smells (SNIFFS) really rather disturbing.
I couldn't get the stink out of my suit.
No, it reminded me of a good barbecue.
I had to send out for sandwiches twice.
What is it? Well, with some help from the British Zoological Society, I can tell you that Peter Dunn's roast dinner is a proboscis monkey.
It's got no tail.
That's not very to eat, I should imagine.
And what about these, from Lady Ailsbridge's party? Well, this is an endangered species banquet.
So this is not Josie Eagle? Civet stew, bear paw, hawksbill turtle.
God's bounty.
Nothing human? No, your missing girl isn't here.
It's not a complete dead loss.
We can charge them for breaking the food safety laws.
I wish you could charge them with a lot more.
If you wanna know where the apocalypse is coming from, I can tell you.
Bush meat.
Wild animals are reservoirs of viruses and bacteria waiting to jump the species' barrier.
Consuming them unleashes zoonotic diseases we can't survive, like Ebola.
Do I wanna know? No, probably not.
It's a virus that dissolves you from the inside, so you bleed out through your mouth, your ears, your eyes.
Well, there you go.
You saved Whitechapel from the plague.
They knew the dangers to us all, that's why no-one will talk.
(EXHALES) As far as the search teams can tell, Josie Eagle isn't in the sewers.
Have they checked all the tunnels? Under Whitechapel, yes.
Do you want us to extend the search further? No, she's not there.
She might still be alive.
It's more likely all the police activity in the sewers has forced the killers to find an alternative dump site.
Don't give up hope, sir.
(SIGHS) Hope You'll think of something, I know you will.
Where is your demon, then, Wingfield? Why were you looking here? What is it? I want you to make a call.
Hello, Jaqui, it's Ray.
I think we need to visit you again.
(MECHANICAL BEEPS) Yeah, that'll be fine.
The usual place.
Cheers.
(BEEPS) This has to be discreet.
No-one can know about this.
We're off the radar.
Don't panic.
This is the girl we're looking for.
She's dead.
Are you sure? No question.
She died the night she vanished.
Where's the body? She's um She's in a house without windows.
What does that mean? It's just what I see.
Wh Are the windows boarded up, or? No, there are no windows, just walls.
It's not really a house then, is it? It looks like a house.
Is there anything else you can tell us? People walk past her all the time but they can't see her.
Why don't you give us the address instead of being so cryptic? I'm sorry, I'm a medium, not a psychic.
I'm having real difficulty hearing Josie.
There is an older gentlemen who wants my attention.
He says he's your father.
How dare you! (DOOR SLAMS) (KNOCK ON DOOR) I didn't mean to be rude.
She's used to it.
It was my mistake.
We shouldn't have gone.
Look, um.
she had a message for you, from your dad.
She wouldn't tell me what it was so I got her to write it down for you.
Are you sure? I know what it'll say.
"I love you, son," or, "I'm proud of you.
" Why wouldn't you want to see that? He didn't say things like that.
It's all a con, Miles.
A cynical way to exploit the desperate, and I'm not falling for it.
If it was from my father, it'd be something like, "Get on with your job and stop wasting time on cranks.
" He was police.
He didn't suffer fools.
All right.
(CLICK) (COMPUTER BEEPS) (TAPS COMPUTER KEYS) Boss! Look at this.
What's this from? You know I borrowed Hooper's camera? I've been hiding it round the station at night.
Look.
Wasn't she at Buchan's book launch? Yeah.
And now she's in the station, caught in the act at three am.
In the act of what? Let's go and find out.
What's in here? (WATER DRIPS AND ELECTRICS SIZZLE) These are old pipes from the original system.
No-one maintains them any more.
They've probably just forgotten about them.
Look, she's banged nails in everywhere.
This water looks like it's been leaking for weeks.
This is sabotage.
Oh! Ugh, God! I wonder if that's what caused the damp and mould downstairs? Maybe.
It's possible.
Look over there.
The water's been getting into the electrics.
You can see why it's been shorting out.
That's probably why the lights have been going on and off.
I'll bet that's what buggered up the phones, too.
Ugh! Ugh! Oh, God.
This water's been driving me mad.
She knew.
This was deliberate.
She knew the dirty water would get to you.
How could she know that? This is personal.
It's a vendetta.
She cleaned out the whiteboards, searched our desks, and now she's done this.
Miles, she's just some crazy stalker who should be in a secure facility, that's all.
Let Maintenance come up here and take care of this, Uniforms can deal with her.
(SIZZLES) Come on, Miles, let's get out of here.
This is bloody dangerous.
(PRINTER RATTLES AND WHIRS) Meg.
Mm.
Do you remember her? From Buchan's book launch.
Yes, she was a right old cow.
You spoke to her? I'd had a few drinks.
What did she say? Well, she asked me why I wasn't worried about dying on the job.
I thought it was a bit personal so I just got away from her.
She wobbled you, didn't she? No.
Really? Yeah.
Then what's this hand all about, not wanting to leave your desk? Didn't she? Yeah, you're right.
She started me off.
God, I'm such a mug.
No, no.
That's what she does.
She comes over like a sweet old lady and she places an idea in your head, like poison.
Hey! Have a look at this.
Hm.
She looks familiar.
Yeah, from your book launch.
Oh, yes, that's right.
She's a proper wind-up merchant.
She must've had a go at you.
Let me think.
It was a very busy evening.
I signed a book for her but I can't remember what she said.
You signed a book for her? What was her name? Lucy? Think! It's important.
All right, give me a moment.
Er "From one crime friend to another" Louise Iver.
That's it.
Louise Iver.
Louise Iver.
Mansell, do you remember - We should all be focused on finding Josie.
We've got a name for her now.
She's disrupted our investigation enough already.
No more distractions.
She is not just a stalker.
She's something more, something much worse! Give the photo to the circulation unit and get back to work.
(DOOR OPENS) Who's there?! (EERIE AND DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS) You're back! Are you OK? Look, look.
Louise either banged six of these into the water pipes upstairs, but you can't go into your local hardware store and buy nails like these, so where'd she get 'em? The Vatican gift shop? That's what it looks like.
Don't you think? (INHALES) Well, it doesn't say Made in Calvary.
Maybe she just found them lying around? No, no, no.
This is old.
This is very old.
Not everything is a holy relic.
Sometimes a big nail is just a big nail.
And she's old, too.
No, it's not polite to discuss a lady's age.
All right, all right.
I'll say it.
Each of those dots is linked to a murder, right? Yes.
So what if each of the murderers was compelled to commit their crimes by a provocateur? What if someone placed the idea in their heads? Louise Iver? She visited Washington's bakery.
Did she tell him that he was cursed? And you told me that someone else was talking to Diggory about books of skin.
What if it was her? Interesting.
It's possible.
And what if she's been doing it for years and years and years? Look, Matthew Hopkins, the Witchfinder General, at one of the trials.
Recognise anyone? No.
All right, the Ratcliffe Highway murders.
There she is again.
Are you being serious? Bear with me.
The Ripper murders.
Look! These are terrible drawings.
You can't even see the faces properly.
You'd hardly call them photofits.
OK, there she is with the Kray brothers just before they murdered George Cornell.
Look! (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS) No! All little old ladies look the same, that's all.
I'm always losing my mother in bake sales.
It's not one person.
Then why is it so many terrible murders happen here?! Why Whitechapel?! Because, you said it yourself, someone opened the gates of hell - I didn't want to say that.
My publishers made me.
It was coercion.
Look at it! NO! She's not immortal, she's not the devil! She's just a very nasty old lady.
Evil is human.
It always has been.
(BELL TOLLS) Will an angel of the Lord (GASPS) .
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stay my hand?! (SIGHS) (SIGHS) (RINGS) DI Chandler? (CAMERA SHUTTER WHIRS) It's the Reverend Maude.
And by the looks of it, his organs have been removed, too.
Don't you think it looks like a sacrifice? The first victim, Thomas Griffin, was killed in the sewer directly under St Michael's.
Anne Ayres was found in the sewer.
Was that under a church, too? I'll get Riley on it.
Human ritual sacrifice.
There are examples going back to pre-history.
Satanists, pagans, Aztecs, they all practised it for various reasons.
To summon the devil, to guarantee a good harvest, to appease an angry god.
But why take the victim's organs? Burnt offerings.
Consumed by fire and sent to the heavens.
Sir, Anne Ayres was killed under St Helen's Church.
It fits.
I'm glad it's not cannibals.
Euch! All the victims were killed near holy ground.
Human sacrifice is very Old Testament.
It's used to wash away man's sins.
We need to search in, under and around every church in Whitechapel.
There's something wrong with me.
I just hate seeing other people happy.
It just eats away at me and makes me angry.
Why am I like that? I dunno.
Maybe other people's happiness remind you of what you're missing.
(WATER CASCADES) Hang on.
I'm just gonna check this one.
(CREAKS OPEN) Look, nothing.
Right, let's get out of here.
There's a chicken McCluck's on the way to St John's.
Mansell.
The house with no windows.
Yes, I can see that.
People walk past all the time, going to playgroups and dance classes, and they never saw her.
Jaqui was right, and you know it.
Look, the fact is her information only seems relevant retrospectively, which isn't very useful at all.
(BURSTS OVER POLICE RADIO) Sir.
Well done.
Er I'm afraid this is Josie Eagle.
She was killed here.
And like the others, her internal organs have been harvested very carefully.
Is that a wedding ring? No.
It's her purity ring.
It's a symbol of her promise to God to remain a virgin till her wedding.
I'm not gonna be able to give an approximate time of death until I've run the usual tests.
Do you mind if Can I have a moment alone? Well, yeah, of course.
I'm sorry.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH) Mrs Maude? Sorry to intrude at such a difficult time, but I need to ask you some questions about your husband.
I want to help you, but I don't know who did it.
I I don't know how anyone could be capable.
I know this is a terrible crime, but we're working on the theory that the people we're looking for, they think they're doing God's will.
But "Thou shalt not kill".
Unless blood is spilt to wash away sins.
The killers may have a different take on the Bible.
(SIGHS) We didn't take him seriously.
Who? Gerard.
Tell me about him.
He'd call Nicholas in the middle of the night, wanting to talk over his interpretation of certain passages.
He saw things that weren't there.
The end of days.
When was this? Months ago.
He took his family and some of the congregation and left the church.
They still stand outside, giving out leaflets.
Here, boss, boss.
"Seven seals, seven trumpets, seven bowls.
Locusts with faces"? It's from Revelations, the last book of the New Testament.
It describes the apocalypse.
It's a doomsday cult? They're preparing for the end of the world.
Gerard Watts, 50 years of age, married to Judith Watts.
Three children.
Kate, Teresa and Paul.
Have you got an address? "They had a council house but they gave it up.
" Did they give a reason? "No.
" They just upped and left.
Took the kids out of school, too, so no-one knows where they went.
Oh, there's another thing.
Gerard Watts was one of the sewer workers who found Thomas Griffin.
That's how the bastard knew where the churches were, even underground.
If he's created his own church, the least he could do is leave his address on this thing.
Follow the leaflets.
The trail ends here.
.
.
praise Him for His greatness.
There they are.
And the time has come for Him to judge mankind.
It must be some of his followers.
Too young for Gerard.
The meteors, the rivers running red.
Do you know what an Abrahamian is? A follower of Abraham, I suppose.
I didn't go to Sunday School.
I only know the one story.
God asked Abraham to sacrifice Isaac, his only son, as a test of faith.
It sort of foreshadows the death of Christ.
The father giving up his own flesh and blood for the greater good.
Only the blood of the innocent can wash away our sins.
Doomsday cults are groups that believe in prophetic, apocalyptic theories.
Yeah, but the world never ends when they say it will.
Which is why these groups often bring about catastrophic events by themselves.
What do you mean by catastrophic? Extreme violence on other people, or on the group itself.
Mass suicides? Oh God, the boss does not need to hear this.
Jonestown, Solar Temple, Heaven's Gate.
Everyone dies.
So what's the trigger? Every cult is looking for a sign.
Could be the passing of a comet to the birth of the antichrist.
Even something as simple as a date in the calendar.
I wonder what this cult is waiting for? Thanks.
Buchan thinks they could be waiting for a message from God.
The Abrahamians.
When Abraham was visited by an angel, it told him not to kill his son.
What, you think they're waiting to see an angel? I guess.
Or maybe they'll keep on killing until it tells them to stop.
Only the blood of the innocent can wash away our sins.
I think they're out of leaflets.
Come on.
Keep your distance.
I don't wanna lose them.
We don't wanna spook them, either.
Wait.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS) We've lost them! We should've stayed closer.
We can't have done.
It's a dead end.
Boss? (METALLIC CLUNKS) (SQUEAKS) Ugh! Agh! Agh! Well, it's not as wet here.
It still stinks.
(CLUNK!) Listen.
(DISTANT FOOTSTEPS) Down this way.
The first victim was a charity runner, then a woman who cared for the elderly, then a virgin, and then a man of God.
So? Well, it's an escalation, isn't it? Each victim's more public the last! Damn it! It'll wash off, boss.
No.
Ugh! God! It's ruined! (METALLIC CLUNKS) Boss! Dad? Yes, Paul.
This is the Last Supper.
Yes, it is.
Where is the lamb? God Himself will provide the lamb for a burnt offering, my son.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS) (MEN AND WOMEN SING A HYMN) (Miles!) It comes off.
Argh! Ugh! Ugh! Don't think about it.
Move! Just keep moving.
Keep moving.
(RETCHES) (Boss!) (ALL SING) Hallelujah, hallelujah Hallelujah, Lord most high! (SOBS) Please, Dad! You don't have to do this.
It'll be OK.
It won't hurt.
God loves you, and He has asked for you.
And then the angels will come and they will carry you to Him, and you will be by His side.
Because you have saved the world.
Will an angel of the Lord stay my hand?! (BREATHES HEAVILY) Stop! (HELICOPTER WHIRS OVERHEARD) Don't, don't take your son's life.
It is the messenger.
Be not afraid.
It is he! And the sins of the chosen have been washed away! (ALL GASP) And there is a new heaven! And there'll be no more suffering or death! Lord! Thank the Lord.
It's done.
Thank the Lord! Thank the Lord! (SOBS) (BURSTS OVER POLICE RADIO) Come on, I'll drive you back.
Are they all going in the same van? No.
Child Protection are taking Paul.
Gerard and the rest have got an escort.
Nothing's going to happen between here and the station.
(SHIVERS) Ah! (TURNS ON TAP) (EXHALES) There he is! No, no, come on.
This was a team effort.
I should thank all of you.
Well done, Miles.
Well done, boss.
Riley, are the custody suites ready? The solicitors are on their way.
Don't worry, it's all done.
I'm just gonna get this little fella go.
Sir, a few of us are going to the pub, a bit of a celebration.
Would you like to join me, us? I'd love to.
Oh, great.
I'll see you there.
(ALL) Nearer, my God, to Thee Nearer to Thee E'en though it be a cross Nearer, my God, to Thee Nearer, my God Tell that lot to shut up! (RAP ON DOOR) Eight arrests, no deaths.
I reckon you've broken your duck - and you got worshipped.
That's got to feel good.
(LAUGHS) (EXHALES) Congratulations.
Thanks.
A good result.
Regarding the matter of Wingfield's files - You haven't thrown them out? No, but I don't know where to store them.
Do I file Louise Iver under "sociopaths" or "the unexplained"? Time will tell.
Nearer, my God, to Thee Agh! (TYRES SCREECH) (ALL SCREAM) (HORN BLASTS) Argh! (BOOM!) (PHONE RINGS) No! No!