01x03 - Daguerreotype

[bunniefuu]

(gentle music)

- I'm after discoverin' this

underground photo trade.

No one photographs the dead

better than you, no one.

- I know you're thirsting

for a big case, Fred.

But be smart about it.

- [Conall] McGloin

had IRB connections.

He was up to his neck in debt.

- It's never the

most obvious thing.

There's this Communist

makin' a nuisance

of himself around town,

Czerny, and he's been

fundin' his travels

by sellin' these photographs.

- [Photographer] You took a

photograph from that album,

had a little private showing.

- I stole?

You stole it!

- Give yourself a whirl.

Percy's a sculptor.

And what is it you sculpt?

- [Percy] I'd sculpt

you if you want.

- I need to be regarded as

more than just a grave digger.

- So you don't want a job?

- No, I do.

- Hear him out, uncle.

- I'm a trustworthy fellow

and I shall be afforded that

trust as your assistant.

Do I have that trust,

Mr. Blennerhasset?

(dramatic music)

(people chattering)

(dog barks)

(soft suspenseful music)

(baby crying)

(wood taps)

- Hello?

(wood taps)

(suspenseful music)

Conall?

Is that you?

(wood thumping)

Get away, go away!

Who is it, go away!

(suspenseful music)

(camera shutter clicks)

- Where's my camera?

Where's Molloy?

Molloy?

- He came in, he

definitely came in.

But, then I saw two

drunks fighting over a hat

outside the window

and I got distracted.

- Oh spare me.

So, did you?

Did you not see him

leave with my cases?

- I watched the fight and all.

Both drunks ended up with hats.

- Yes, I saw that.

Where did the second

hat come out of though?

- I can't believe this.

I knew this was a mistake,

to take on a new assistant.

I knew it, I knew

it was a bad idea.

- Uncle, there

could be a perfectly

reasonable explanation.

- My equipment has gone missing.

And my assistant is

nowhere to be seen.

Now, I literally dragged

that man out of the grave

and this is what I get?

That camera was very expensive.

- We should probably

get a new one anyway.

The latest models

are coming out faster

and faster these days.

You need to stay ahead

of the latest trends.

- Well, when you're at the

peak of your profession.

- Because you're

awful at staying ahead

of photographic trends.

You need to variegate more.

- Nancy, this is not

the time for variegation

This is the time for

finding my camera.

- Maybe you should

call down to his house.

What a wonderful

excuse to visit.

- No, no, no, we're not going

to that low part of Dublin.

It's full of squalor and vice

and everyone sittin'

in it happily.

It's not our world.

- It's my world.

I'm from Labbard Lane.

- Yes, it is your

world Carruthers

But you're trying

to better yourself.

You bought a horse.

- This is ludicrous.

Oh, Carruthers can better

himself but Molloy can't?

- Oh, he stole the equipment,

mark my words, miss.

We know the sort.

- Of course you do,

you're one of them.

- Labbard Lane.

- Look, I'll go down and

see if I can find him.

It's a good excuse

to see the Monto.

- Can't go there

on your own, Nancy.

- All right, if that's the case.

You come with me then.

(Brock scoffing)

Think of all the mischief you

could get up to down there.

- Think of all the diseases

you could catch down there.

- Oh, we don't need

to think about all.

- Listen, I don't want to

hear another word from you.

Anyway, a man of my

standing shouldn't be seen

in an area like that.

- You don't have to be.

Just stay in the carriage

and keep an eye out.

- Well maybe I could,

I could supervise.

- Good idea.

I'll get dressed.

(upbeat orchestral music)

(tack jingling)

- I really don't think

that costume's a good idea

for many reasons.

- I want to blend in.

- You do spend a lot of time

in your own imagination,

don't you Nancy?

- Oh yes.

- Well my dear, the streets

of Dublin are not a fairytale.

- Don't worry Uncle,

I picked up an idea

from Desmond Roth

chap who kidnapped us.

- Please don't say that you-

- I've got a knife in my boot.

- You need to be careful.

Look, I just want you to be safe

when you're under my

care, that is all.

- What about when I

was a little girl?

When you sent me away?

- Oh it was just some

trouble at the time.

You were too young

to understand.

- Something happened

to you, didn't it?

(melancholy music)

- I trusted someone

I shouldn't have.

- And it caused you to

close in on yourself?

You used to be so outgoing.

- Well, it's reminded

me that I'm best left

to my own devices.

(curious music)

(dog barking)

- [Nancy] Are we here?

- Come on, let's find my camera.

You know best where to go yes?

- Well, I don't know where

the little b*stard lives

but I know where you can ask.

He says he drinks in

Bulger's across the way.

- Excellent, you do that,

you know the locals.

- You see that's

the problem, sir

I'm barred on account

of a few items I sold

that weren't as advertised.

- And what did you

advertise, Carruthers?

- Rabbits.

- And what did you

sell them Carruthers?

- Cats.

- All right Nancy, your turn.

And don't hang about.

- Is she supposed to stand out?

- Unfortunately not.

- [Patron] No, I told you

before, we don't have!

- How are ya, love?

Violet's me name.

- Is it now?

- Yeah, it is.

- And you're meant

to be what exactly?

- Well I'm a working

girl, aren't I?

- Oh, of course, yeah.

How could you be anything else?

You look exactly

like all the other

working girls around here.

- Well yeah.

I've actually just

moved to the area.

- Oh, well, I bet you've

pulled more Mickeys today

than I pull pints a

porter, haven't ya?

- Well yeah, I have actually.

- Oh, I bet you

have Violet, love.

- Now, onto the subject at hand,

I'm lookin' for a Conall Molloy.

I heard he drinks in here.

- That's what you think

girls around here dress like?

That's what you think

they sound like, is it?

- I'm sorry, I didn't

mean to cause offense.

I was just trying a

bit of a disguise.

Playin' a bit of a character.

Practice my acting.

- And that's what

you called that?

- Yeah, any advice

you could give me?

- Yeah, piss off, you're barred.

(upbeat music)

- Barred?

Yes!

- [Bessie] And don't come back!

- Nancy?

- Please, call me Violet.

- All right.

Why are you all dressed

up like that, Violet?

- Am I too dressed up?

Damn, I really

wanted to blend in.

- I'm just not sure it's the

safest look around these parts.

- Oh, we're quite the

Monto match, Percy.

- I'm just passing through.

I've got a class

on Gardiner Street.

Very easy to find nude

models around here.

- I can only imagine.

- And why are you down here?

- It's work related, tracking

down some missing equipment.

Very exciting altogether.

- Well, please mind yourself.

It's a rowdy spot at

the best of times.

- Don't worry, I've

got a knife in my boot.

- Everyone around

this part of town

has a knife hidden

in their boot.

- Good, I'll fit right in.

- I'm not so sure about that.

Anyway, I best go.

(people chattering)

That Nancy girl,

she's nice and all

but I'd really like to bring you

for a drink sometime, Violet.

- Well Percy, I'm

sure Violet would love

to have a drink with ya.

She'd be thrilled with

a rogue like you I bet.

But Nancy needs

a little bit more gentlemanly

persuading than that.

You should write her a

nice letter sometime.

(romantic music)

- I want four plainclothes

men and I want g*ns on 'em.

- They're not gonna

give you all that

to nick some drunk

tourist peddlin'

a few obscene images.

- We'll round him

up on the slight,

won't say nothin' to no one.

- I don't know if that's gonna-

- Ronnie!

I need ya up in Francis Street.

Robbery in Rolly's Antiques.

They've got off with some

tidy snuffboxes, the b*stards.

- I'll be needing to go up

for a small job this

evenin', inspector.

- Is this the

photograph trading g*ng

you were telling

me about Ronnie?

- Yeah, I think so Bill.

- Look, Freddie, I can't

be wastin' good men

like Ronnie here on drunk

tourists peddlin' dirty pictures

down in the Monto.

You're a tidy book, he'll

be well hopin' for the devil

if he causes a fuss.

- But I might need

men for a raid, sir.

- There's no might

about it Freddie.

If men are needed,

men'll be issued.

All right Ronnie,

let's skedaddle.

(suspenseful music)

- Farrelly, what are

you up to this evenin'?

- Just goin' for a few pints.

- That makes two of us, boy.

(people chattering)

- She's been gone quite a while.

This place seems to

be getting louder.

Should we go looking for her?

- I'm barred, I said.

(man laughs)

- I'm looking for Conall Molloy.

(cane taps)

I'm lookin' of Conall Molly.

- And who's askin'?

- Me, I am.

I have some questions.

- Answers don't come for free.

Or on tick.

- Oh right, yeah.

(coin clicks)

- [Patron] Whiskey

please, Bessie.

- So, do you know him?

- I know him well.

- [Patron] Thanks love.

- Photographer.

- Isn't he more

of a gravedigger?

- No, he's a photographer now.

He's well up in the world.

Not a gravedigger anymore.

- Well, he'll be goin' back

to bein' a gravedigger,

mark my words.

Now, could you possibly tell me

where his photographer lives?

- [Patron] The

usual there, Bessie?

- What does Conall do

that has so many

people looking for him?

- Who else is lookin' for him?

- A very unconvincin'

prost*tute.

- I've misplaced my niece

and she's dressed as an

unconvincing prost*tute.

- That's her,

yeah, she's barred.

And if you don't mind, I've

work to gettin' back to.

- If I was to pay

you some more money.

Would you possibly

show me where he lives?

(suspenseful music)

- I take a 15 minute

break every evenin'.

I'll give you that, no more.

- Very kind, thank you.

(people chattering)

(door creaks)

- Ransackin'.

Not a tidy one at that.

Looks like the work

of the Mulgrews.

- Who?

- You know, the Mulgrew g*ng.

- No, I don't think we move

in the same circle somehow.

- They run these streets.

Well, three of them anyway.

- They run three streets?

- Oh, there's a lotta

gangs around, sir.

Streets get divided.

The gangs do whatever they

have to to stay ahead.

- And what would possess

someone to create such a mess?

- Someone didn't

pay up, I suppose.

- And what would happen to

someone who didn't pay up?

- Ask this creature.

Cats.

- Am I still barred?

- Ya are, yeah.

And I'd stay well clear of

Bertie Mulgrew if I was you.

- You don't need

to tell me twice.

- What would the gangs

want with Molloy?

- Look, you'll have to ask them.

I'm only a workin'

woman on her break.

- Does everyone think that

Molloy is a photographer?

- He'd be more regarded

as a good drawer,

an artist, you know?

He gives free drawin' lessons

to all the chiselers here.

Doesn't charge them a penny.

(suspenseful music)

- I wouldn't be gettin' mixed

up with the Mulgrews, sir.

All right, I think it's

time we get outta here.

- All right Carruthers,

let's make haste.

I don't like the idea of her

bein' around this dark place.

- Especially what she's wearing.

- Look Carruthers,

Detective Regan.

He may be of assistance.

You wait here.

(door squeaks)

(door clicks)

- What now?

- I'm lookin' for a detective?

- I know I wouldn't

be in the habit

of pointin' out undercover G-men

but I'm sure you have

a good eye for one,

if you look closely.

Here, I'll get you a drink.

- Detective Regan.

- f*ck off will ya?

You'll blow my cover.

- I'm sorry, but there's

been a crime, you see.

- It's too much money.

- Why don't you have one?

Another whiskey there please.

- I won't say no

to a free whiskey.

- Of course you wouldn't,

you're a c*ck man.

- Huh, what do you mean by that?

- Nothing.

- Why are you here,

Mr. Blennerhasset?

- My camera's gone missing

and my niece has possibly

gone missing also.

- Interesting.

I'm here on a

photographic matter.

- Oh, and how is that?

- You tell me, buy

me a f*ck' drink.

- I f*cking warned you before

now f*ck off, piss!

- Duffy, don't make

me bar ye again.

- So I'm after getting a lead

on someone sellin'

an item of interest.

So we set up and let me see it.

Oh f*ck.

I'm gonna have to get

myself out of position.

Now here, do you know that

fella with the glasses?

- I'm afraid I

don't, no, should I?

- So we make like

we're talking right

and if a photograph is

produced, give me a wink.

- Must I give you-

- Just a wink, all right?

Make it big enough

that I can see it

but not so that he can.

- Very good.

Is he a photographer?

- Czerny Communist f*ck.

He buys and sells quail

photography, like yourself.

(ominous music)

Did you just wink?

- I'm not very good, it's been

a while since I've done it.

I probably haven't

done it since-

- Did you wink or not?

- Yes, I winked.

- Go, Farrelly!

(dramatic music)

(man grunts)

I'll take that.

- I did not create that picture.

- But you were

tryin' to sell it.

That's good enough for me, boy.

(suspenseful music)

- Where's he gone?

Carruthers?

- Come this way, big man!

Carruthers said

you're a photographer.

- Well, might be so, I'm

looking for a photographer

in these parts by the

name of Conall Molloy.

- Molloy, yeah, he's a

photographer all right.

- Well, I need to speak to him.

- Yeah, I heard you

been askin' around.

A load of people have

been askin' around

but the only person

you need to be askin'

is them ol' rude boys.

- And where would I

find one of those?

- Ya just have.

Bertie Mulgrew,

on your doorstep.

You see it's my job

to keep an eye out

for potential trouble.

Like yourself.

So now, cameraman, march.

- [Brock] But listen, we

don't need to do this.

- Don't make a scene now, right?

We're just goin'

for a nice walk.

Isn't there a grand,

stretchin' it all together.

- [Brock] Not so fast please.

- Martin's gone mad

about the whole.

This the fancy man

Carruthers was talkin' about?

- A photographer he says.

Might help gurry things along.

- Well, we don't

need any more people

on the streets askin' questions.

Ma is vexed.

- Lift yourself up them

stairs nice and fast, yeah?

- Can't get up them any faster,

that's why it's a called a limp.

- Mr. Czerny if

you cannot tell me

where you got this photograph,

I'll have to presume

that you were the person

that took the photo.

- I stole it from

an album at a party.

- Is this type of

photography easy to get

where you come from?

- If you look in

the right place.

- Well, ya better

start lookin' soon

'cause you're not

long for Ireland

and you can kiss my

arse on the way out.

- But what if these

photographs are real?

They're so easy to fake.

- Found this man dead by

his own hand last week

and there sure as f*ck

wasn't a camera set

up in front of him

when we arrived.

Now, use the trip

down to Dublin Castle

to have a little

think about the truth

'cause I'm f*ck'

comin' for it, boy.

(suspenseful music)

Farrelly, round up the boys,

we're goin' on a raid.

- No, don't go burstin' in now.

Didn't I tell ya she was vexed?

- Shut up, you.

Right, put our little

friend down there a minute

until I see if it's safe.

(Brock grunting)

- Don't talk to any

of them, all right?

- [Nancy] Uncle!

- Good evening, everyone.

- So good to see ya.

Have you been kidnapped too?

- I can't honestly tell.

There's been a lot

of salty doublespeak.

I can't quite get

my head around.

I told you to wait!

- Yeah well Bertie got

to me first, didn't he?

- And why is he after

you, Carruthers?

- Over some ferrets I sold him.

- And what did he really get?

- Cats.

- [Brock] So then you sent

that bulldog after me.

- I had to give

Bertie somethin'.

I told him I was waitin'

for a photographer,

an associate of Molloy,

so he waited for you.

- How very kind

of you Carruthers.

- Well, we're reunited

again aren't we?

- The little one's

Molloy's sister, Lily.

- Oh.

- The g*ng kidnapped her

like they kidnapped Molloy.

Isn't she a dote?

- Yeah, and she told me

what you said about him.

The cheek of ya, ya lanky f*ck.

- I did not accuse him of any-

- Coming from a low part of town

so he'd be more likely to steal.

- Nancy putting

words in my mouth.

Anyway, how do you expect

to be believed in

that get up, honestly.

- Yeah, not a hope.

- I'm disguised as

a flash house girl,

that's the classier one.

The shilling house girls

are the cheaper ones.

- It's the same job, Violet.

- Violet?

You've called yourself Violet?

(woman moans)

- Yes, well I just did it in

order to better find Molloy.

Which I did, I might add.

So thank you Violet.

- Well, all I really

want is my camera back.

Now why does your

brother have it?

- He's a photographer.

- He is not.

I am a photographer.

His boss, Brock Blennerhasset,

memorial photographer.

Now will someone please tell me

what the hell is goin' on?

- Right, so, Mr. Blennerhasset,

in these kip houses,

there's a lot of goin's

on goin' on, yeah.

Am I paintin' ya a picture of.

- Intercourse.

- Exactly.

- Intercourse?

What sort of intercourse?

- Don't be gettin'

too cozy here.

There's work to be done.

- Bertie, if I get ya the

ferrets, will you let me go?

- You had your f*ck' chance.

(Brock grunting)

This is the other fella, ma.

- You have to be ridin'

her slower than that Joe,

you can't be ridin' her fast.

You don't want to be blowin'

up before we're done.

- Listen to the expert, Joe.

Or I'll cut your ba*ls off

and throw them in the Liffey.

(man grunting)

So, this is the other

photo man come snoopin'.

You know the handiwork of

young Molloy over there.

- Oh I know it well.

(woman moaning)

For I am his assistant.

I came lookin' for him

and now I've found him.

I'm most happy to help.

- Ah, Blennerhasset,

me good man.

- Molloy, what was it

you were sayin' again

about pretendin'

for the picture?

- The picture, the picture,

the picture will blur if he.

(Molloy stuttering)

He has to stand there with his,

with his Mickey in

her and hold the pose.

- He's gone soft now.

- I've gone soft again, missus.

- Stiffen up, Joe.

We haven't got time

for soft Mickeys.

We have to get Bella

back downstairs

before the army

officers are out.

She's me best girl.

Can't be wastin' her all

night on your spongy lad.

Now, lap up his

(mutters) there Bella.

- This is not what

it looks like.

- You'll have to

ride her slower, Joe.

- They've taken my sister.

- [Minnie] Look how

I have them mounted.

- Ah, you're a wicked

woman, Mrs. Mulgrew.

Up on top of him there she is.

I would have never

thought of that.

I have unwittingly

left myself prone

to criminal gangs.

- Come on, we

haven't got all day.

Right, on your knees.

Back at him from behind.

Look, ridin' like dogs they are.

- Nasty devil, Mrs. Mulgrew.

Exactly how the dogs

would be out in the

street, ridin' away.

- We're not wantin' for options.

Stick it up into

your hair a bit.

- You've too many

candles, get rid of them.

- I know, I don't

know what I'm doing.

I've been stalling for hours.

- Molloy, you've more

candles than Christchurch.

Have the place

done up beautiful.

Joe is as hard as

we're going to get him.

Now take the photo

like a good man.

- Yes ma'am.

- [Minnie] Good girl,

you're doin' great.

- Please don't give me away.

I have to live

around these people

but if you can just

quietly give me

some advice at the moment.

- Fire you is what I should do.

But I'm willing to

assist you in this sh**t.

And hope that perhaps maybe

we get out of here alive.

Now, let's liven up the process.

- You're gonna have to be

harder than that, Joe, my man.

This is gonna take a while.

(bouncy inquisitive music)

- What about this?

- Yes, that'll do some damage.

- Look, why don't you just

wait 'til they're finished

and they they'll let us go?

- Carruthers, look at

how I've dressed, hm?

I look amazing.

What if they and coerce me

into some horribly

explicit photographs?

- And me and all.

And probably you.

- What do you mean me?

- They'll probably

have you in there.

Ridin'!

At knife point!

- So I should be facin'

towards the camera,

kinda lookin' at it as if to

say how's it goin' you know?

All seductive like.

- What say you, Blennerhasset?

Come on now, give us some

of your perils of wisdom.

(Brock coughs)

- Bella, dear Bella.

Now, without a hint of

movement you must speak

to the camera about passion.

- Passion, for Joe?

- Well, I'm sure there's

some customers that you have

that you don't find attractive?

- Oh yeah, most all of 'em.

- Well, when you're

engagin' with these people,

then do you feign interest?

- I do my best but I do

get awful tired sometimes

and just lie down.

- Well, your face should not

be in service to the viewer.

It should be in

service to the act.

So, why don't you imagine

that you've been swept away

on a sea of passion, hm?

So hold that, breathe, relax.

And enjoy the desire

in the stillness.

Now stay in that moment.

Joe, keep up the good work.

All right.

(suspenseful music)

- Bella love, those

n*pples could be harder.

- That's it.

- All right.

We may get that

Violet one in now.

- What?

- Violet.

- Get a use out of her.

- All right Violet

love, let's get you in.

(candlestick thunks)

- And that's for breakin'

me ma's door, you bollocks.

(bed squeaking)

- I don't think we need

another one, missus,

or, you know, any

more for that matter.

- Now, I want a

variety of pictures

that I can sell.

Small orgy maybe.

Bit of fiddlin'.

- It's Nancy.

- Curly, bring the old one in.

- That's Nancy.

- We need to get her out.

(suspenseful music)

- No, my brother's in there

and I'm not goin'

home without him.

I don't care who I have to

batter with a candlestick.

- Lily, sweetheart, we should

really just get the police

because none of us

have been very good

at rescuing so far have we?

- Well, what do you

expect dressed like that?

- Yous aren't supposed

to be out here.

- [Curly] Me f*ck' head.

- They assaulted

young Curly and left

and on leavin' I

decided to follow them

to see what mischief

they were gettin' up to.

- Carruthers, you rat!

That's right, I've got

a knife in my boot.

- Funny that, I've

got knives everywhere.

- DMP!

(whistle tweets)

We're not here for the ride.

- Ah, detective, you

should've made an appointment.

We're all full up tonight.

- Ah, you will be

doin' a roarin' trade

with us tonight Bertie.

Now, you wanna get outta the way

or are we gonna use your

arse as a battering ram?

- You'll probably have to

catch me first, big man.

- [Freddie] Get him!

- It's not as bad as it

looks, detective, honestly.

- Wrong there, boy.

- Jesus.

The smell!

(melancholy music)

- Czerny, that Commie blackguard

got his hands on this.

He was in here

tryin' to sell it.

I got a tip off.

- You were lurkin' round outside

on your own again, were ya?

- I have eyes and

ears everywhere.

- I wanted to be the

first to corner the market

in dirty pictures in

Dublin, that's all.

Harmless bit of fun, you know?

But there are things

I won't trade in.

- Oh really, Minnie?

What is it you won't

trade in, girl?

- A dark kind of image that

would rattle a hard woman

such as meself.

I've been asked to provide

images that would turn your gut.

That's what some people want.

Their darkest

desires, preserved.

- And Czerny said

he could get that?

- Money was what he wanted.

He shows up, asks if I'm

lookin' for pictures,

he shows me that.

Picture of a fella lookin'

like he'd been tortured for

the camera, wrists slit,

then snuffed out.

Whether it's real or fake,

it's nothin' I'm

interested in anyway.

- Right, get this kip

cleared out, do you hear me?

Your punters are gonna

get shag all tonight

'til I get to the

bottom of this.

You wanna be some peddler

of photographic filth,

not on my watch, girl.

(Minnie scoffs)

- [Minnie] I want me photos.

- Yeah, I'll deliver

the images, missus.

- He didn't look like

that when I found him.

He'd been cleaned up, posed.

Murders, murders in

front of the camera.

I knew it.

I knew somethin' wasn't right.

- How could an

animal such as this

know his way around a camera?

I hate to say it but that's

a well-taken photograph.

- Harry, take Mr.

Blennerhasset's camera equipment

down to the Yard and

we'll take a look at it.

- [Conall] I'll do it.

Just leave it, I'll do it.

(suspenseful music)

- [Freddie] Have you seen

anything like this before?

- I just can't fathom it.

- Well it's easier to

fathom when there's proof.

There ya are.

Brock Blennerhasset, pioneer

of the daguerreotype,

at the forefront of photographic

trends all his career.

Well, looks what's

in front of ya.

Ya didn't see that trend

comin', did ya boy?

But I did.

Huh?

Because some pictures

shouldn't be taken.

(eerie music)

What a night.

What a bloody night.

- I was forced

into the perversion

and it's lucky for you I did it.

- Lucky for me?

What, dragged down the

streets by the Mulgrews.

And you better fix the

door before ma gets home.

- You're a pervert.

- No, I'm not a pervert.

- Oh good, because

I was wondering.

- Thanks for lookin' for me.

You shouldn't have.

- It was no problem, honestly.

- And you got all

dressed up for it.

- It's a disguise.

- Well, the girls around here

don't really dress like that.

- Yes, I've noticed.

We're all learning

lessons today aren't we?

- Yeah, I suppose we are.

- [Nancy] Where's my uncle?

- Oh, he's inside.

I think he's gonna fire me

which is understandable,

I suppose.

- What?

- Look, don't make

a scene, Nancy.

No, I have had enough

scenes for one day.

- You can't fire Molloy.

- [Brock] I'm sorry?

- This was not his fault.

- Oh no, I didn't mean

it, I was just angry.

In fact, I was impressed with

how you worked under pressure.

You've actually got

a good eye, Molloy.

I've seen your sketches.

- You saw my sketches?

- Yes, very good.

So, when you're

finished shouting

about your job to

all the degenerates

and the criminals of

your neighborhood,

then you can continue

to work for me.

- I'd like to thank you

sir for lookin' for me.

For protectin' me there,

despite me foolish mistakes.

And I'd love to

return the favor,

should you ever need it.

- Well, perhaps, yes.

Thank you Molloy.

And thank you Nancy.

(people chattering)

(eerie music)

(lock clicking)

(dramatic music)

- [Man In Black] Czerny.

- I did not mean to

take the photograph.

I am not the one

with the (mutters).

I do not know who owned it,

it was in Canon's house.

Please.

(man gurgling)

- Here are images that flash

into my head, fully recreated.

Remember, I used to

tell you about them?

Like something bad

is about to happen?

A presentement of death.

Well, I feel it now.

Like someone is about to die.

(people chattering)

- [Freddie] Now, Mr. Czerny,

you and I are gonna have

a little conversation.

(suspenseful music)

(upbeat music)