Previously on Ripper Street: A crazy poisoner was taken off the streets, Drake developed a crush on Rose, there was some weirdness between Susan and Jackson, who obviously have a shady past, and Reid’s wife got her funding for a home for former prostitutes.
Susan’s giving a new girl the rundown (I get 60% of your earnings in return for protecting you here) when she spots one of her former ladies returned. Well, I say lady, but this one, Lucy, looks super young, especially dressed in a rather childish white dress and prim white gloves. She’s like a china doll, with a fragile, wounded-bird like beauty. Susan’s delighted to see her and runs right over for a hug. Lucy’s not there for a reunion—she needs a job. Susan regretfully says she can’t provide one and Lucy says she doesn’t know what’ll become of her. Susan sadly tells Lucy that she’s pretty much purpose-built to fulfill all the worst desires of men and Lucy adds that this is her curse, and the whole world profits from it, but not her. The brutality of the Victorian era is once again writ large.
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Previously on Ripper Street: Reid, Drake, and Jackson solved crimes in Whitechapel. We learned that Reid’s and Emily’s daughter disappeared, which sent Emily running into the arms of the church and other causes.
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Previously on Ripper Street: Our boys saved a prostitute from an early snuff film creator and Reid tried to move on from the Ripper case.
Close up of kids playing with toy soldiers in a toyshop while a woman plies them with sweets and a man in a workshop in the back perfects something new and talks to himself about how this one will be the big one. He finishes whatever it is (appears to be a gold box of some kind, and what kid doesn’t want that?), wraps it up, and hustles out.
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Man, it never stops with the period shows over here. Downton Abbey, Hunderby, The Paradise, A Young Doctor’s Notebook, Downton again, and now, Ripper Street. Let’s see how the newbie measures up, shall we?
Gritty Victorian London. A guy leads a Ripper-themed tour through Whitechapel. Wow, those grisly tours are a lot older than I thought they were. Elsewhere in the neighbourhood, a bare-knuckle boxing match is underway, observed by Matthew Macfadyen.
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