You look beautiful, Mary.
Mr Blennerhasset, what a wonderful job you've done.
Brock Blennerhasset, the memorial photographer himself.
Detective Frederick Regan.
There's been a couple of deaths.
Suicide, it appears but the bodies were posed
in the exact same position.
Has much changed?
No, Miss Vickers, been smoking a lot more.
Uncle, I want to be an actress.
Oh.
They all mock me for it at home, just like they mocked you.
Have you brought the photograph?
That was nearly an early grave for you, sir.
I was wondering, Mr Blennerhasset,
if you're in need of assistance?
Photography is an area I would love to gain experience in.
You've beautiful handwriting, ma'am.
It seems I'll have an assistant again.
Change might do me good.
Bring a bit of life to the place.
You shouldn't be here.
Mama, make it stop.
Ivor, Ivor.
He's escaped.
Ivor.
Mama, make it stop.
Mama.
Ivor, where are you?
Mama.
Ivor.
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You're overdoing it.
You'll be visiting the homes of the recently bereaved.
Don't put on a show, just do the job quietly and promptly,
that's all we ask.
And you're sure of this because?
I used to assist my uncle for a time when I was younger.
Jeez, I can't imagine allowing a young one to do this.
In his own, well-orchestrated way,
having a child there helped,
created a softer impression of him.
And I was terribly cute.
So why'd you stop assisting?
Well, he didn't need me any more he said.
Shut himself of for years, from the world, from his family.
Anyway, an injury seems to have softened him somewhat.
So, we should probably get to know each other,
now that we're working together.
What do you do for fun, Molloy?
I love to sketch and read.
Good walk along the canal gets me blood pumping.
Spare me.
All right, let's see if your boring reliability
leads to some good advice.
I've been invited to a party later.
Congratulations.
Thank you, I haven't been to any parties in town,
so I'm very excited to be around lots of people
all at the same time.
Socially it'll be quite the change.
Well, I hope it'll be good craic.
Yes, craic.
But do you think it's safe
travelling out especially with a storm due?
What storm?
That storm.
I don't envy you two trying to get out to Kingstown in that.
The fuck,
don't sneak up on me like that, Roper.
See, it's not nice is it?
Your old lady isn't nice.
What are you doing tonight?
Agh, bushed, read the paper, go to bed I'd say.
Do you remember the man I had you tailing?
Cannon, the widower,
with them scandalous pamphlets he were circulating.
Oh, yeah, haven't seen that many nipples before in my life.
I bet you haven't.
Anyway, he's throwing a party tonight
that I wanna keep an eye on.
If this communist is making a nuisance of himself
around the town the last few days, Czerny,
and he's been funding his travels
by selling these photographs,
things the good people of Ireland wouldn't like seeing.
Can't see how a few photographs
would warrant keeping Jamie and I out in that storm.
Ah, forget the storm,
I've an appointment with Blennerhasset.
Well, what do you want with him?
If anything big happens,
I want the photographer on the scene straight away.
I don't wanna be looking at your shite drawings.
Hurry now, Molloy,
that dead child will not photograph himself.
Have I packed all right, sir?
Now, you seem to be learning, Molloy, how very reassuring.
Thank you, sir.
I did make an appointment like you said, Miss Vickers.
Yes, but we're in a hurry to get to Kingstown, Detective.
So I won't be making tea.
I'm grand for tea, won't take long.
Fuck.
I have a business proposition, sir.
Maybe there's a crime and I call you and you come down
straight away and you photograph the scene.
Oh, so you want to hire me, is that it?
Well, with the promise of paid work at the brass.
I don't work for nothing.
I could use your expertise.
You have commissioned to all over Ireland
for the past 20 years.
Not so much now.
Business is going well, thank you.
You are a pioneer in your particular field of photography.
I like to think so, yes.
And when it comes to crime scene photography,
I'd like to see some pioneering done.
No-one photographs the dead better than you, no-one.
And in my line of work the dead are plenty full.
Crime scene photographer.
That's it, exactly.
It's there for the taking.
And after discovering this underground photo trade,
photography's getting more and more popular
and people are interested in seeing the most queer things
and there's plenty of people in Dublin,
wouldn't be long making money out of it.
So, your photography can be a tool for the criminal,
I'd love to see us make it a tool for the law.
Well, Detective, I appreciate your forward thinking
and your evident enthusiasm,
but if the law wants to use my expertise,
I'm afraid the law's going to have to pay for it.
So, good day to you, sir.
You can't tell me I'm overdoing it
and then have me do everything all at once.
I'm opening this door one time and one time only,
I'm not getting rain on this dress.
Let me know if you change your mind.
I will come running.
Thank you, Nancy.
Get home safe, Uncle.
Are we here, sir?
Go on now, go on.
We should bloody well hope so,
this is miles outside of Kingstown.
Lucinda Breslin, this is my husband August.
Thank you for travelling to us, Mr Blennerhasset,
especially with this weather approaching.
Such efforts are necessary in troubling times, no?
I'm so sorry for your loss,
such a horrible way to lose a child.
There's worse ways, Mr Blennerhasset.
Much, much worse.
Well, yes, I suppose there are.
Well, I'll be done in no time.
Is there somewhere for my coachman to wait?
He can't wait here.
Stables perhaps?
We don't have any.
No horses, not anymore.
I'm afraid he will have to wait in the town
until he's needed.
It's not safe here with the storm coming.
Right, well,
Carruthers, return within the hour.
I'm sure you could find something
to distract yourself with in the town.
Yes, sir, I will drink.
Good man, Carruthers.
Molloy, hurry up please.
He holds his toy bear tight for comfort.
Indeed, he only just got him.
Oh, to hell with it.
Mr Blennerhasset, there's no sign of Carruthers, sir.
Strange, he's usually punctual,
especially when he's been drinking.
Maybe it's the storm.
Your assistant may need to walk into Kingstown
to summon him.
Our coachman recently lost his horse.
Lost as in?
The horse was struck by lightning.
Please hurry, Molloy.
Yes, Mr Blennerhasset.
More tea, Mr Blennerhasset?
Not for the minute, thank you.
Quite the weather we're having.
Lucinda, come quickly.
Please excuse me.
Come in.
You were blown into two ditches?
No, I was blown into the same ditch twice.
It's lethal out there.
Well, no carriage, no means to call for a carriage,
it looks like you gentlemen may need to spend the night.
Yes, I suppose.
Please excuse us if we have not been
the most convivial hosts.
Of course, you're in mourning.
Yes, funeral preparations will need to be delayed,
we will endeavour to make you as comfortable
as you possibly can be.
Mr Molloy, you can take off your wet clothes
in your quarters.
Quarters, all to meself?
Yes, August, he can have a spare pair
of your night clothes.
Yes.
The blue ones, give him the blue ones.
Vicenta. Vicenta, escort Mr Molloy to his room.
Yes, madame.
Come with me please.
Only that which is locked down will be safe tonight.
Oh, Hannah, it's so bloody wet.
This house is nice.
Louis Cannon, French money, runs a small print press.
Recently widowed, a mess to be honest.
Anyway, I'm so glad that you're here.
They're insufferable, all of them.
If it wasn't for that storm
I'd be at home with mother and my book.
What are you reading?
"Little Men".
Do I look presentable?
Nancy, you're a vision.
But really, don't worry about it.
You might think you're missing out on a fabulous social life
in town, but obviously it's the same bloody charade all the time.
Just get-abouts everywhere.
What kind of get-abouts?
Well, your brother and everyone he palls around with.
Of course he'd be here.
Does Mother know you're out?
I invited her, Henry, she's my guest.
No, Hannah, you're my guest, the guest doesn't get a guest.
Is this the first party you've ever been to?
It is, isn't it?
Stop being mean to your sister.
It is though, isn't it?
Haven't had a chance,
I've been minding Grandmother since she had her stroke.
That's your excuse for everything.
Well, bagsy not carrying you out of here
when you're buckled arseways.
Staring men are the worst kind.
And the old Czerny, another friend of Cannons.
Communist, trades in dirty photographs,
or so Henry told me.
I don't think there's a connection,
the communism and the dirty pictures,
but, anyway, he's a creep.
All right,
let's have a few drinks and cause some ructions.
Louis Cannon, I am so pleased.
You are Henry's lady friend?
I am Hannah and Henry is my man friend, yes.
And you are?
I am Nancy, Henry's sister.
Thank you for hosting us, Mr Cannon.
Henry's sister but you look so much like my dead wife.
Only when she was dead?
Louis, Louis you ghastly devil,
you pay no attention to these two,
they'll tell you the most horrid stories about me,
let me tell you them myself.
I really don't know how you put up with my brother.
He's a lot of fun, Nancy.
No-one in my family is fun, Hannah, believe you me.
Except for you of course?
Of course.
The Spanish maid's a nervous creature, isn't she, Molloy?
Yeah, do you think they were giving her a lashing.
Why, they're the lashing type.
I knew a Spanish fella, worked down the docks,
he was the clumsiest bastard I've ever met.
Get a good night's rest, Molloy,
I want us out of here
as soon as this infernal storm has subsided.
Yes, sir, duly noted.
Your quarters.
Lock your doors please.
Did he stir?
No, thank God.
Jesus, that's an unmerciful whore of a night out there.
Want to chance it though.
Not a hope, boy. There's no way you're going out in that.
It's a juicy gathering, Betty.
Couple of trouble makers I wanna keep my eye on.
And is it worth getting blown into the canal for?
There's something in it, that's all.
I know you're thirsting for a big case, Fred,
but be smart about it.
You're looking for murders and suicides.
Looking at harmless foreign creatures as subversives.
There was that poor lamp lighter
you thought was poisoning Porter
and you beat him on up and down the coon.
Yeah, well, he was a lippy fuck.
What I'm saying is,
sometimes you just have to work
with what's in front of your eyes.
What if I'm right?
Then you take the bastards down.
Any stirring?
Oh, bollocks.
Hell, isn't it?
Party chit-chat I mean, small talk.
Really need to get some dancing going.
Wouldn't mind spinning a toe if the opportunity arises.
What's your name?
Why do you want to know my name?
So I can match it to that pretty face.
What's your name? Pretty face?
Honestly, spare me.
Liven this party up and we'll start talking.
Nancy, I see that you've met Percy.
Nancy, lovely name.
Percy's a forward lad, is he?
So, Percy can't take your hand and kiss it then?
No, please don't kiss my hand, Percy.
Percy won't do that then.
Percy's a sculptor.
Are you, Percy?
Percy, are you?
Sorry, I got distracted by a man who owes me money.
Larry Kervan, I know the bastard's good for it.
What were you saying?
And what is it you sculpt?
I'd sculpt you if you want.
Well, good for you, but I'm terrible at sitting still.
Bye now, Percy.
What in the Jesus?
Do not tell me you're scared.
Mr Blennerhasset, I am so scared.
What did I just say?
I saw an apparition.
We were told to stay in our rooms.
Listen, the corridor's haunted.
Yes, it's haunted by you.
There was someone at my door.
Yeah, I know the feeling.
They declined to leave a chamber pot.
I have to go do me...
I don't need to know that.
I saw the boy.
Which boy?
The dead boy,
young Ivor.
Go back to your room at once.
You saw him too.
No, Molloy,
I screamed and dragged you into my room for no good reason.
But he's dead.
Well, if he isn't, he's certainly courteous.
Mr Blennerhasset.
Why are you both in there?
I needed to go to the...
Molloy got frightened and called upon me.
You don't have to tell us,
his screaming awoke us.
I didn't mean to scream,
that only happens if I'm frightened and I just...
Now, Molloy, stop talking.
Molloy suffers from the night terrors
and it's very sad, poor lad.
The last few days have been difficult for us
with the death of our son and that whole tragic affair.
We appreciate the roaring storm doesn't allow you much peace
but if you can refrain from screaming in our house
we would be truly grateful.
Yeah, of course.
My apologies.
I hope the rest of your sleep will be a peaceful one,
I really do.
Thank you, goodnight.
We should take a photograph of him.
I have already taken a photograph of him.
But not of the boy's ghost, you haven't.
Ghost?
Listen to yourself,
lightening causes our sight to become impaired.
We see things we wouldn't normally see,
colours, shapes, visions.
Ghosts, ghosts in a photograph.
Just think of that would do for your reputation.
I will tell you what will do my reputation
a world of good, not believing in ghosts.
Go back to bed.
Goodnight, Molloy.
Master?
Did you see something, Vicenta?
I heard something.
Open, you stupid box and case.
What is the meaning of this?
Something's not right, it's not right.
The boy's dead but it's also like he's not dead,
all at once I'm also sure of.
This is very upsetting.
You see, you're upsetting my wife.
I don't mean to upset anyone,
I'm just trying to take a picture
of the apparent apparition.
Of our deceased son?
Yeah, of your deceased son.
We want you to leave.
My apologies, sir, I've been very insensitive.
I'll just return to me room.
I want you to leave our house.
In that storm?
He actually did it, he did it.
Why did I think he wouldn't do it?
I want this man out.
You can't throw me out now, it's not fair.
Now, Mr Breslin,
I really would not be the kind of photographer
to complete a commission for someone who's going
to put my assistant out into the middle of a dangerous storm
with little consideration.
It is not good business.
He's upsetting my wife, he's upsetting me.
We are upset.
Why must you make our bereavement
into some sort of macabre ghost story?
We're doing our best to be good hosts
in what is a very difficult time.
I will take full responsibility for my assistant's
silly behaviour and wish to assure you
that it will not happen again.
Very well.
Vicenta.
Accompany these men to their quarters.
Miss Vickers.
You are quite the vision.
Can this vision get by you immediately?
Not unless you give me a kiss.
Do I have to give you a kiss too?
Czerny.
You have something belonging to me, you thieving devil.
What are you talking about?
You took a photograph from that album
out a little private showing.
Private showing, of what, fake photographs you stole
from a party you were not invited to?
I was a guest of a guest, I'll have you know.
You know where there's money to be made
and you saw your chance.
There are photographs ripped out of it.
You're calling me a thief?
I'm calling you more than a thief, you thieving cur.
Gentlemen, let us resolve this matter
in the study with some drinks.
Maybe a naughty little dash of opium, huh?
Very well.
Sounds good to me.
This is probably a good time to mention
that I really don't think this is the sort of fella
I want to be trapped in a house with during a storm
as he attempted to forcefully kiss me.
That's my sister you bastard.
Open the door, I'll throw him.
You can't throw him out in a storm, Henry.
Well, I won't throw him if he gives back what he's stolen.
What I stole? You stole it.
You are a bloody trouble maker, get out.
I think that's quite enough, Henry.
Well, that was quite rousing.
Yes, it was.
No, no, no, no, no, no, not for little girls.
It must be so nice for you to be out of that cage.
Henry doesn't know himself since he's been away.
Honestly, Hannah, I feel like I'm alive for the first time.
La-di-da. Come here to me, little wench-ship.
Bad dancer, your friend, atrocious footwork.
Give us a whirl.
Give yourself a whirl.
No, damn it, that was my first kiss and I wasn't even ready.
I'm sorry I was a bit quick on the dive in there, wasn't I?
Well, look, you've done it now.
So, might as well make the best of it.
Mr Blennerhasset, you all right?
Yes, that ghost's
due for a photograph.
You stop.
Could you see him too?
Who?
The boy Ivor.
This is not Ivor, this is Samuel.
Samuel?
Wait, can you all see the boy, yeah?
Yes.
He's a twin.
He has been wild in the brain since he's been born,
more animal than boy.
He's been getting out of the nursery a lot more recently.
I knew my locks couldn't have been the problem.
Now, I know what you did, Vicenta.
You released him, didn't you?
And he pursued his own brother.
I only let him out to play with Ivor.
You're upsetting me now, Vicenta.
If you treat a child like an animal
then he will act like an animal.
Just because he's different, he's still a child.
Wild in the brain is what he is,
a cruel shame on his family.
Come on now, Samuel,
you'll be safer in the nursery away from this cruel world.
That poor child is not the cruel one here.
Do not let him escape.
Don't startle him, Molloy.
Hello, Samuel. I've not come to hurt you.
You want to see your brother, isn't that right?
We can do that Samuel.
But we must be quiet,
Ivor's in a very deep sleep.
You understand?
Be quiet.
Shh.
That's it. Shh.
No, I forbid this.
Have you got something to calm him?
His teddy bear Bindi,
they took it from him when he didn't eat his gruel.
They gave it to Ivor.
Oh, you are dismissed, Vicenta.
Out into the storm, would you?
Will you ever relax and stop trying
to throw people out into the storm?
Molloy.
There you go, Samuel. There's your Bindi.
Would you like to see your brother?
We kept him from a cruel world,
he would not even be alive if it wasn't for us.
If it wasn't for you that poor young fellow
wouldn't be in such a state.
I'll be fetching the police at first light, make no mistake.
No, no police.
We'll gladly pay you three times the agreed fee
and we'll leave it at that.
It is cruel and heartless to lock up
a poor damaged boy like that.
No, we'll pay three times the agreed sum
if your discretion is assured.
What I would like to be assured of
is that you will pay
for the future care of this child.
Future care?
When I deliver your portrait
I expect to see proof of this child's care.
Any deviation from it
and I will be in contact with the authorities.
So, Vicenta, do you happen to have the keys
to Mr Breslin's nursery?
I'm sorry, why do you say nursery?
You're disappearing?
Well, you disappeared.
I'm sorry, I found Larry Kervan
and I got the money off the bastard any way.
Why don't you just stay with me for one more drink?
I really can't show up in a poor state,
especially when I'm looking at pictures of corpses.
Well, at least let me walk you into town,
you don't know what kind of dangers
might be lurking out there.
It's perfectly fine, Percy.
I'm well able to enjoy a party responsibly
while staving off the perils of opium addiction
and being molested by a communist.
I don't doubt it.
I might see you soon though?
You might.
Do you have to be so bloody dramatic, Detective?
At times, yes.
Don't mind me, I'm just creeping around,
nothing to see here.
Jesus Christ, you're shit-faced, girl.
I only had six drinks, thank you.
Seemed like an interesting little gathering
you were at there now, Miss Vickers.
The widower Cannon isn't long celebrating
after his wife took a head first dive
down the stairs last month.
Honestly, it wasn't even as exciting as that.
You hardly saw any foreign nuisances
passing obscene materials around, did you?
Foreign nuisances, like the British that you work for?
No, not like the British that I work for,
the other foreigners.
Ah, yes, the ones with the funny accents.
All right. I think I'm fine on my own from here, Detective.
There you are now, Miss Nancy Vickers,
from your affluent background,
consorting with the low sorts off the likes of that.
Not sure your uncle would like to hear about it.
I don't think my uncle would mind, Detective.
After all, he consorts with the lower sorts of all.
And where in the hell where you?
Wouldn't not be returning and quite rightly so,
it's much too treacherous.
No way, I said, Anne takes fright very easily.
Anne? Anne the horse?
Yeah, and I wasn't letting her go out in that.
Well, I doubt it was as treacherous
as where we were, Carruthers.
Be grateful, you miserable bastard.
Thanks for helping me there, Carruthers.
You know, at least it was something, just a little glimmer of hope.
Here's the key to the nursery,
you can let them out once they promise to behave.
Shh.
It was a crime, Mr Blennerhasset,
you should have reported it.
They did get locked up in a way.
I suppose poetic justice is better than no justice.
Remember we used to say that our photographs
were the real ghosts?
Seen, observable,
the soul of a person captured forever.
Beyond the corporeal,
after all the mourning has gone
when all the graves go untended.
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