Following on from the events of last week, we have a series finale of two halves and it’s all kicking off. Poor old Drake has disappeared and his house is in a mess while Jackson’s brother comes to town with a stolen diamond.
There was only one word for this week’s instalment of Ripper Street: grim. While it started off as the ‘typical’ gay period drama love story, complete with the edges of the screen blurred like a dream sequence, it soon all descended into death, debt, blackmail and gore.
The newest member of the Whitechapel team stepped up to the mark this week and attempted to earn his stripes with some undercover work.
Ripper Street is a testosterone-fuelled ride but this week the ladies of the East End took centre stage.
We have seen the ugly side of the British Empire with last week’s bent copper and the opium dens of the East End. This week it was the Victorian obsession with the freakish.
With the clocks going back and the nights growing ever longer and darker, and the street lamps casting eerie shadows across the way on the arduous walk home, Ripper Street returns at just the right time.
As the curtain fell on our heroes of the East End, these past two months have offered an interesting insight into this faux, hyper-real Victoriana version of Whitechapel, complete with its cockney geezers and top hats.
This week was the penultimate episode in the series and saw the Whitechapel trio investigate the murder of an engineer of a ship company but that was only part of the story.
This week on CSI: Whitechapel or “Ripper Street” the trio were up against double-dealing Russian spies and a terrorist plot to blow up London.
On this week’s instalment of CSI: Whitechapel or “Ripper Street” as it is more commonly referred to, viewers were finally given an insight into Sergeant Drake’s dark past. There was of course the regular dose of sex, violence and anachronisms that come as standard with each episode.
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