- [last lines]
- Fred 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.
- Mathilda Reid: I shall race you, my Daddy.
- Fred Best: [v.o] 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.
- Det. Insp. Edmund Reid: I wonder, do you... do you consider us tragedians caught in some farce? Because you, despite the concessions you have made to survive in this world of ours, I know your intentions have been for the benefit of all.
- Long Susan: And yet one act damns me. I take from a man, my cruel father, whose money is made on nothing more than the blood and toil of others, and then I am drowned in a tide of slaughter.
- Det. Insp. Edmund Reid: I think of nothing but the protection of my world from a man who ripped the sex and entrails from five young women, and in my fevered pursuit, my eye is turned, and my daughter... lost, gone. Caged in that cellar. Until your incidental calamity, by turns, brings her back to me.
- Long Susan: 'Tis as you say, Mr. Reid. We are caught in the teeth of some grotesque. Damned if we do and damned if we do not.
- Theodore Swift: Caitlin! Think of what you do! I am blood. Your blood! It is your family you kill here!
- Long Susan: No. It is my family I keep safe.
- Det. Insp. Edmund Reid: I cannot let you leave, madam.
- Long Susan: [re: Jackson] The surgeon has told you, then.
- Det. Insp. Edmund Reid: Not by his own choosing. He was discovered, and Inspector Drake has a way of extracting the truth.
- Long Susan: Please, Inspector, do not perform a dance for him.
- Det. Insp. Edmund Reid: No dance. Your Mr. Judge, so long as I have known him, his actions have had many a root, but a black heart is not one.
- Long Susan: A black heart? If only it were so simple. You might hunt out villainy with ease, fill your cells, and allow the good people of this earth to walk forever unmolested.
- Det. Insp. Edmund Reid: There are times, however, when it is perhaps as simple as all that. One looks at another man and knows that he is for nought but iniquity in this world. In many ways, it is a gift to be shown such, a gift we should not run from but welcome.
- Theodore Swift: No! Fuck you all! No! This does not end this way! Theodore Swift does not end this way!
- Det. Insp. Edmund Reid: Then how, sir? It is only the suicide chooses their conclusion.
- Det. Insp. Edmund Reid: 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.
- Long Susan: Pattern. But design, Inspector? Whose?
- Det. Insp. Edmund Reid: Who can say? But was it mere accident that saw neither of your shots hit their mark?
- Long Susan: It was my husband taught me to shoot. And I do not think him inaccurate in his teaching.
- Det. Insp. Edmund Reid: Unless, of course, he thought that one day you might have cause to shoot at him.
- [Through her tears, Susan laughs softly]
- Theodore Swift: You... you are finished!
- Det. Insp. Edmund Reid: Yes, Mr. Swift, I expect I am. You see, there is something I have had too many occasions to learn when a man such as yourself is concerned: the law cannot constrain you.
- Theodore Swift: Too fucking right, policeman. So, you drop this now, or prepare for the wrath of God to fall on your shoulders.
- Det. Insp. Edmund Reid: No. Because, you see, this is the lesson: evil men need evil ends.