The Limehouse Golem
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- 2016
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Let us begin, my friends,
at the end.
Lizzie:
John?John!
He left nothing?
No...Note?
If he meant to poison himself,
why would he not
I fear that the act of
burning his papers
bears testament enough
to his state of mind.
Mrs. cree...? Forgive me --
i-i know this is neither
the time nor the place --
but may I say what an ardent
admirer I am of your work?
I looked in the kitchen, sir.
This was all I could find.
I'm afraid this'll be it.
There was residue in a glass
on the nightstand.
Oh, it can't have been
in there, sir.
His nightly cordial was always
prepared by Mrs. cree.
Aveline...?
You...Did not make the drink?
Surely you're not
asking me in earnest
if I poisoned my husband?
Oh, sir, believe me,
she cannot have done this!
The two of them were in a most
violent dispute yesterday!
Why would she prepare
Mr. cree a nightcap
when they were not
on speaking terms?
Aveline,
what has possessed you?
Sir, please,
allow me to explain.
I'm sorry, Mrs. cree.
You'll need to do that
down at Scotland yard.
poisoning her husband.
But not just any woman --
little Lizzie,
darling of the music halls.
But the city was in thrall
with the fearsome
limehouse golem.
Who was he?
Who would be his next victim?
The golem had last struck
the day before her arrest.
And his was the name
on every londoner's lips.
How many are dead?
Five.
Shopkeeper Mr. Gerrard,
his wife Mary, their maid...
And the two Gerrard children.
It's not...Number 29.
29 ratcliffe highway?
What of it?
The ratcliffe highway murders?
John Williams?
It's a bit before my time.
Kildare:
And mine!It was 70 years ago!
Inspector Roberts!
Can you confirm that
this is the work of the golem?
Evening post reporter:
What is it about this house?
Do you think it could be cursed,
sir?
Gentlemen, gentlemen, please!
I'd ask you to, uh, direct
your requests to my colleague,
detective inspector kildare.
He's taking over the case.
Evening post reporter: Kildare?
How are you spelling that?
Taking over?
I'm just stepping aside,
not stepping down.
kildare.
What better way than to
give them new blood?
Are you fearful of
stepping into the shoes of
the great Mr. Roberts?
Evening post reporter:
Can you confirm this is
the work of the golem?
How many more people have to die
before the golem is caught?
Driver!
Man:
Detective Roberts!Inspector kildare, is it true
that this is
Inspector kildare!
Kildare!
Move. Move back.
Do you know if they'll be
displaying the bodies today,
sir?
Flood:
Step aside, sir.The maid was found over there.
Were there footprints when you
arrived? The golem's prints?
Flood:
Half of limehousewas already here.
Which of the victims
was found there?
None. The golem moved
that one himself.
Either Mr. or Mrs. Gerrard.
-More likely him.
If the maid was killed first,
he'd investigate
the disturbance.
Where is her body now?
-We took her upstairs, sir.
keep the hoi poloi out.
Down here is a lost cause.
-They can't all be reporters.
Oh, no. Locals looking
for entertainment.
Cheaper than a ticket
to a shocker.
Sometimes I suspect if
i was dispatched to hell,
bar the weather.
This is inspector kildare.
Taking over from Roberts.
-Sir.
Can you tell this idiot
to let me up?
I'm with the evening post!
This is the maid?
I'm sorry.
I've never seen anything
of this kind.
Neither have I.
"He who observes
spills no less blood
than he who inflicts the blow."
Lactantius.
Impressive, sir.
The truth has a habit
of sticking in the mind.
Truth?
Those who fail
to prevent injustice
are as guilty
as the perpetrator.
It's a message...
To us.
Evidence -- John cree case.
The poisoning.
You've had quite a week.
First the limehouse golem,
now this.
Yes.
I don't know what he wanted.
I keep missing him.
Well, they did right giving him
the golem case, I reckon.
He'd have risen well
above Roberts by now
if those rumors
hadn't done for him.
You know.
That he wasn't
the marrying kind...
Men.
Oh, it's before your time,
i suppose.
Come in.
I got your message, sir.
I'm being assigned a constable.
your knowledge of limehouse
might be an asset.
I thought perhaps
the offer didn't appeal.
I came by twice, sir.
You were out.
I was at limehouse.
Appealing for witnesses.
To no avail.
-What are you looking for?
-I'm just looking.
Trying to understand.
The golem's a madman.
What else is there
to be understood?
Even madness has its own logic.
Here there's none.
At ratcliffe highway,
he slaughtered a household.
The previous week,
a prostitute. Alice Stanton.
Before that, Solomon weil.
He was an old man,
a -- a scholar.
Oh, my god.
Is that his --
-yes.
Laid upon the open pages
of a book on Jewish folklore,
like a bookmark.
"The legend of the golem."
Is that how the press
got the name?
Our murderer obviously approved.
And who were the first two?
Both women of the streets.
I do remember reading
of that one.
"Old salty."
-Her name was Jane quig.
The point is there's no story
to any of them.
Men, women, young, old. Jew
and Christian. Rich and poor.
Perhaps he just likes to kill.
No.
I'll wager there's
a tale being told.
If we can sink to his circle
of damnation to comprehend it.
If I may say, sir,
seems you've been wasted
down in theft-and-fraud.
Oh, I'll be back there
soon enough,
That seems to be the plan.
What do you mean?
The yard is setting me up
as a scapegoat.
They'll not risk Roberts,
will they?
I'm expendable.
They get to preserve the
reputation of their golden boy
and the public...
Get blood.
Well, as I said
back in limehouse...
Seems they never have
their fill of that.
"He who spectates."
He doesn't mean us.
He means the public.
The public want blood.
Yes!
I'm sure that must be it, sir.
Are you?
I'm not.
Do you feel like a walk
to the library?
Rowley:
Ah! That quotation.About the gladiatorial ring?
The guilt of the audience
who seek bloodshed?
Well, perhaps
you read it elsewhere.
It's quoted in an old piece by
the essayist Thomas de quincey.
of interest to a man
in your line of work.
-Kildare:
What's the piece?"On murder considered
as one of the fine arts."
highway killings of 1811.
Should we talk with
this de quincey?
He has been dead for 20 years,
flood,
so it might be a bit --
what is it?
Man's voice:
Left to rot.To kill a whore.
Who last borrowed this book?
This is a reading room,
inspector, not a local library.
So nothing leaves the premises?
Do you keep
an attendance record?
Of course, but there's
no earthly way of knowing
what anyone read
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