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Who was here
on September the 24th?
There were four men in
the reading room that day. Why?
It's the final entry in a diary
someone has kept
in the pages of this book.
Were you here yourself?
-I'm here every day.
Then I must ask you for
a sample of your handwriting.
I'll need the same
from all the staff.
And those four names, please?
The Dan leno?
And the Karl Marx
and George gissing.
If you're a follower
of philosophy and literature.
What do you know of John cree?
Sir?
If he's the same John cree
I'm thinking of...
I believe he's dead.
Place the diary in my files.
Keep it safe.
Find out all you can about
George gissing,
Karl Marx, and Dan leno.
Where are you going?
To investigate the dead man.
If he was the golem,
London's troubles are over.
Greatorex:
And you describe your husband
as being in a state of despair
in the weeks leading
to his death, yes?
Lizzie:
My husbandwriting a play, your honor.
Entitled "misery junction."
It was...Not a success.
I believe he never
recovered from that.
And yet he continued to pass
each day in the reading room
at the British museum,
reading and writing.
A change in mood and a change in
habit are two different things.
Greatorex:
On the day of his death,
the librarian described
your husband
as being in good spirits.
My husband was adept
at presenting
a false face to the world, sir.
And that is something
you would understand,
is it not, Mrs. cree?
Playing...
A role?
I used to be
a music hall performer,
if that's what you mean.
Greatorex:
And what of the role you play
today before this court?
That of a respectable,
educated lady.
You were born out of wedlock,
were you not?
- Yes, sir.
As a child,
you stitched sailcloth
and passed much time with men.
I can assure you I was
a god-fearing child.
An innocent.
deliver our sails to the docks.
Encountering men was not
something I could hope to avoid.
Here you go, good as new.
Carry that all the way?
Look at your poor hands, Lizzie.
Me ma says I'm made for
the bloodtubs with these hands.
Don't you dare run off
and join the theater.
These sails ain't
gonna mend themselves.
I like the comics.
Charlie's gonna take me
to see Dan leno one day.
Aren't you, Charlie,
when I'm older?
Fisherman:
Dan leno was never that blue.
Just don't let your ma hear it.
She'll kill ya.
What's it mean?
If you want, I'll show you.
Me mum will be wanting me home,
if you'll give me our pay.
Money's in my hut.
Mother:
What took you so long?Has a man laid hands on you?
You liar.
I fell.
Come here.
What did I do wrong?
Mother, no, please.
Did I not teach you well enough?
No, I beg you!
Mother:
Come here.You want me to go
to heaven, don't you?
That place will keep you
from heaven, Lizzie.
That is enough, Mrs. cree!
Court is adjourned for lunch!
Anyone come by
from the era newspaper?
I'm expecting a package.
No package.
Just this.
Flood:
John cree.No luck getting a sample
of cree's handwriting
from his old employers,
I'm afraid, sir.
They don't keep
reporters' submissions.
Had a more recent
portrait, though.
And I've asked archives for all
the files on gissing and Marx.
Kildare:
Very good. See ifthey have anything on leno.
Kildare and John cree:
September
the 5th, 1880.
It was a fine bright evening...
John cree:
...And I could feelSince it was to be
my first show,
I decided by way of inspiration
to pay a visit to the site
of the immortal
ratcliffe highway murders.
More than half a century ago
on this sacred spot,
dispatched into eternity
by a man named John Williams,
a man Thomas de quincey
described
as an artist of exquisite skill.
And yet now the site
of his greatest work was defiled
by a seller
of secondhand clothes.
We're closed, I'm afraid, sir.
Oh, sorry.
The door was open.
No matter.
I'll be sure to return.
But I was
a beginner, an understudy.
Not yet ready
for the great stage.
An artist must
perfect his craft,
with a small, private rehearsal.
Gin?
Don't you think
you've had enough?
I want you awake.
Or else you'll miss all the fun.
I felt that she
suspected my game from the start
and offered herself willingly,
warm in the knowledge
that the world
would soon be forced to confront
the plight of her kind.
I took out her eyes in case
my image had been
imprinted upon them,
and washed the blood
from my hands with the gin
in her chamber pot.
My first performance
was complete.
Mrs. cree? I'm inspector kildare
of Scotland yard.
I suppose you're here
to chastise me
for my candor in court.
-On the contrary,
I applaud you for it.
It's all too easy
to imagine that those
who have enjoyed success
Well, to quote the great
Dan leno, "here we are again."
I'm afraid I'm not a frequenter
of the music halls.
He portrays
the suffering of women.
My gender becomes
inured to injustice.
We expect it.
Until we can greet it
merely with a shrug.
Oh.
I understood he was a comic.
The line between comedy
and tragedy is a fine one.
You haven't told me
why you're here.
I wish to put it to you that
i know why you might have had
good reason
to poison your husband.
Please, sir, I'm hoarse
from repetition.
There will be no confession.
My plea has been made.
Mrs. cree, I'm not
assigned to your case.
I'm here because your husband
is a suspect in...
Another matter.
What matter?
A journal has been found.
I'd like to compare
the handwriting with his.
Might you have anything
that he wrote?
-His papers --
-he burned them, yes.
Mrs. cree, if your husband were
found to have committed murder,
your claims of suicide
gain weight.
Do you understand?
You could go free.
Murder?
I'm investigating
a series of deaths.
They're calling them
the "limehouse golem" murders.
husband capable of such things?
It's not my place
to have an opinion.
I just follow the threads.
The newspaper said it was
That's a rotten kind
of chance to be given.
Excuse me?
I wanted to be
a serious actress, you know.
Had my chance once, too.
They don't give you another.
That's why I'd like to help you.
You needn't feign
interest in me.
There's nothing
feigned about it.
Raised in cruelty and yet
you stood tall and thrived.
That's...
Uncommon.
My mother did me the great
service of dying young.
I was raised in the music halls.
You want to buy some sweets,
miss?
Man:
Hey, get out of here.Man #2:
What?-What a play.
-It was.
It's halfway over, love.
Come back tomorrow.
All right. Go on in.
if you're quick.
Lizzie:
God bless.Uncle:
All right, there we go!Ah!
What fine manners.
Such fine manners!
I feel as if I'm at a tea party.
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