That's quick work, Chief Inspector.
Your face is known in these parts, Edmund. You raise hell, word will travel.
There is hell to be raised, Fred, and I am to raise it.
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No! Inspector Drake, I brought you here so this man could be corralled, not spun into ever greater acts of lunacy!
(calmly loading his shotgun) I'm sorry your faith in me is not better rewarded, Chief Inspector.
Edmund... think on what you do.
For once, Fred, there is no need to think, only to act. Now... (racks his own shotgun) we are leaving.
[outside Jackson's surgery]
MMMimi Morton
I have knocked, I have shouted, but no reply. He is either elsewhere, or he is insensible. My intuition leans to the latter.
As does mine, Miss.
[He kicks the door open, then politely motions her in.]
CHCpt. Homer Jackson
Never understood the fuss myself. Beer. May as well drink from the river. Warm, flat...
[draining his own pint] Useful qualities, however, when a man wishes to drink of it in great volume.
My life, Miss Susan, a policeman's life, we look for pattern to show us our path. Pattern, form, a design. And so here I offer you one such: you and your Mr. Capshaw set men to thieve from your father. The cataclysm that ensued sees Mr. Buckley and his wife bankrupted. And in that bankrupting, Obsidian Estates absorbs their shop and so reveals the discovery of all that lay within... my daughter.
Pattern. But design, Inspector? Whose?
Who can say? But was it mere accident that saw neither of your shots hit their mark?
It was my husband taught me to shoot. And I do not think him inaccurate in his teaching.
Unless, of course, he thought that one day you might have cause to shoot at him?
[In spite of her tears, she laughs softly with him.]
FBFred Best
[v.o] London will remember him for this: that he was the detective who, alongside Detective Inspector Frederick Abberline, led the pursuit of the man we at The Star named "Jack the Ripper." But whilst his streets might, in the years since, have found some measure of recovery, it is this obituarist's fear that Edmund Reid did not.... If there is justice where he now walks, it might be that the care which he wore so heavily will be lifted from him. Those who knew him, those who did not, those who may have only seen him stride past in pursuit of whatever villainy beset him that day, we might offer a prayer for him. And this might be our prayer for peace. For his peace. We, the children of the East, of the docksides, highways, rookeries, and laneways, we pray for the peace of Edmund Reid.
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