"Im here to 'see the Commander." "The murder of Alice Grave's i's an exact recreation of the murder of Annie Chapman." "Alice Grave's wa's found in a back yard with her throat cut and body horribly mutilated, ju'st like that of Annie Chapman in 1888." "It wa's virtually identical, down to the date, the time, thing's left at her feet, the envelope nearby." "The pathologi'st wa's 'sure that whoever did thi's had no 'speciali'st medical knowledge." "He can handle a knife and the gore but he's an amateur, working from old coroner's report's of the Ripper's victim's." "I think we get the picture, In'spector." "If he i's copying Jack the Ripper, a's you 'say, then we can expect three more murder's." " Not if we can 'stop him." " When did you identify thi's pattern?" " Eight day's ago." " And Alice Grave's died when?" "Ye'sterday morning." "If you knew a murder wa's going to happen, we 'should have been told." "It wa's only a theory up until ye'sterday." "I didnt have any proof." "Joe, wait." " At lea'st I know where I 'stand with you." " Im protecting you, Joe." "Youve no idea how much pre's'sure Im under to replace you." "So replace me, and when Im debriefed, dont expect me to lie about what you knew and when you knew it." "Fine." "Stay on it." "But dont come knocking on my door once the pre's's get hold of thi's." "My obligation to you end's when it hit's the headline's." "Good luck, Joe." " OK, everyone." "Attention." " Oh, here we go." "Over here we have 'salmon 'sandwiche's made with wholemeal bread, fre'sh fruit, nut's, juice." "Brain food, gentlemen." "In the bin." "Itll help you concentrate and give you 'stamina." "Bin!" " Give me wind." " Everything give's you wind." " Re'search." " (Groaning)" "Read them carefully." "Were looking for anything that help's u's get in'side the killer's head." " One of the'se book's i's hi's bible." " I cant remember the la'st time I read a book." "Oh, right." "Well, you can have the DVD's." " 342 page's?" " You can claim overtime for that, Fitz." "What do we know about Alice Grave's?" "She wa's 36 year's old, 'she had three children, 'separated and 'she wa's an alcoholic, and thi's one wa's definitely on the game." "She wa's brui'sed around the face 'some time before 'she wa's killed." "Find out who did that and what it wa's about." "Sarah Smith, the tom who found the body, mu'st know." "We got to appeal for witne's'se's, broaden the enquiry." " You can go on TV, 'sir." " No." " Yeah." " No." " Or I could go..." " No!" "There are three murder's to go." "We cant let the pre's's get hold of that." "Itll create panic." "Well have every crackpot owning up to being Jack, and the Home Office pre's'suring u's." " You dont know thatll happen." " I do know that." "Hi'story tells u's 'so." "I know what happen's next." "I go and get 'some proper food." "Keep your phone on." "Any trouble, call me 'straightaway." "Shell be all right." "Ill take thi's one." " How's trick's?" " You know." "Seen better." "Ill buy you a coffee." "You can tell me about it." "Fitz, get the SOCO file on Alice Grave's." "Were up." " Sir, can I have a word?" " Sure." "By the way, I 'saved a book for you." " Jill The Ripper." " Cheer's." "I had a word with Sarah Smith la'st night." "The tom who found the body." "She's very jumpy." "She 'said all the girls are." "But there's a regular, a 'soldier, who's been beating the girls up, threatening to gut them." " And get thi's, he carrie's a bayonet." " Did Sarah Smith give you a name?" "No." "They call him The Squaddie." "He's alway's boa'sting about how he guard's the Queen." "Sarah 'said he went out to Helmand Province and he aint been the 'same 'since." "He dont want 'sex any more." "He ju'st get's off on 'scaring em." "Only the de'sperate tom'sll go with him." "Fitz!" "Have you got that envelope?" "Yeah." "Thi's wa's found be'side the body of Alice Grave's." "It's the regimental cre'st from the Hou'sehold Divi'sion ba'sed at Clarence Barrack's." "We got a prime 'su'spect for you." "The Guard's are on in'spection at 3pm." "There's no way Sarah would do anything official." "Thi's i's the be'st I could manage." "Thank's for meeting u's, girls." "Thi's i's my colleague, Detective In'spector Chandler." " Ladie's." " Shall we watch the 'show?" "Squad, 'shun!" "Squad, 'stand at ea'se!" " Squad..." " Third from the right." "That's him, innit?" "It's definitely him." "Excu'se me?" "DC McCormack." "Oh, ye's, I got your me's'sage." "Hello." "Erm..." "Alice Grave's." "I pulled her file." " Come with me." "She went to the Larkin Tru'st." " I's that a ho'stel?" "No, no, no, that's an organi'sation for women with alcohol problem's." "It's a bit out of date, but the addre's's i's 'still good." "Yeah, we ju'st need to know about her la'st admi's'sion to AE." "She came in with facial injurie's." "Nothing 'seriou's." "Some brui'se's 'su'stained in a fight with a client." "She wa's a pro'stitute, you know." " Did 'she know who the guy wa's?" " She wa's 'so drunk, 'she could hardly 'speak." "But 'she did 'say 'something about a 'soldier." "OK, good." "Thank's very much." "Thank you." "Hello." "Thi's i's unofficial, OK?" " Purely advice." " Ye's, ye's, ab'solutely." "Ill be the very 'soul of di'scretion." "My Wat'son to your Holme's, eh?" "We found thi's at the 'scene." "There's a portion of regimental cre'st on the envelope, which had been placed next to Alice Grave's's body." "There wa's a torn envelope near Annie Chapman's body, like thi's." "But it wa's a red herring." "It had nothing to do with Jack." "The fir'st victim, Emma Jone's, thought her attacker wa's a 'soldier." "One of her wound's could have been cau'sed by a bayonet." "And now thi's regimental mark." "It all point's to the killer being a 'soldier." "He's creating a world for you." "The 'same murder's, the 'same my'steriou's 'su'spect's, the 'same my'steriou's line's of enquiry." "He want's you to think he's a 'soldier or a man in a leather apron, becau'se if youre looking for them, youre not looking for him." "He want's to make you hi's In'spector Abberline." " The policeman who couldnt catch the Ripper?" " Mmm." "The point of playing Jack the Ripper i's to get away with it, and never be found." "(Sigh's ) I cant believe thi's guy i'snt leaving a trace." "Were getting nothing from Foren'sic's." "It's like he know's what we look for and how we find it." "Or he's a phantom." "Back then, the police were 'so de'sperate they even con'sidered photographing the eye's of the victim's." "They thought their dying retina's might have held an image of the killer." "Could you imagine?" "A picture of Jack in the eye's of the dead." " So, what couldnt wait?" " I wanted to check her eye's." "Weve gone over every inch of her 'skin already." "There's nothing." "Not her eyelid's." "Her eye's." "That's off the peg." "Got two pair's of trou'ser's, even's up the wear." " You look like the bo's's." " No, hi's 'suit's are handmade." "Savile Row." "Mine are Skid Row." "You attention plea'se, ladie's." "Private John Leary, hi'story of violence again'st women." "He threatened a teenager with a knife in Germany, and he wounded a young woman in Alder'shot." "Hi's regiment have dealt with everything up until now." "They de'scribe him a's troubled." "Now, hi's leave's dont tally exactly with the murder's, but he's gone AWOL before now." "We cant rule him out." "He's a very naughty boy." " Did you get all that, bo's's?" " Ye's, I heard." "Bring him in." "We found the killer's DNA on Alice Grave's, 'so we might a's well get a 'sample from Leary." " What DNA?" "I thought the body wa's clean." " It wa's on her eyeballs." "How did it get there?" "He wanted to leave hi's image on her dying eye's, 'so he licked them." "Are you a regular client of pro'stitute's?" "John Leary, Private. 24196034." "Did you know the pro'stitute Alice Grave's?" "John Leary, Private. 24196034." "Are you familiar with a crack hou'se near Brick Lane where the body of Alice Grave's wa's found?" " John Leary, Private..." " Je'su's Chri'st!" "You havent been captured by a bloody enemy!" "Thi's i'snt Afghani'stan and youre not the bloody SAS." " I's thi's all were going to get from him?" " He's not obliged to 'say anything." "If he want's to play Guantanamo Bay, can we hood him and 'shock hi's bollock's?" " That's not funny, Detective." " Really?" "Im laughing." "You know the hou'se." "Did you bring Alice there?" " John Leary..." " We know!" "You u'sed to beat her up." "Wa's that not enough for you any more?" " John Leary, Private." " 24196034." "(TV) Private John Leary of the Queen's Footguard, based at Clarence Barracks, was arrested by police this afternoon and is being held on suspicion of murdering," "Were mi's'sing a trick." "An appeal on air could jog a few memorie's, turn up all kind's of witne's'se's." "Weve had thi's through from Foren'sic's." "Bayonet's clean." "No blood trace's at all." " Shit." " And the eyeball DNA's been contaminated." "Ive had to relea'se Leary." "Leary's not in the clear yet." "He ju'st got lucky." " What i's it, Skip?" " Eyeball DNA's contaminated." "Bayonet's clean." " Oh, youre joking!" " Oh, no!" "Oh, what!" "Why's the Director of Foren'sic Science 'signing off on the evidence?" "Why i's he getting involved in lab work?" "That's unheard of." "The Director doing lab work?" "It's a cover-up." "Well, the original Jack wa's a cover-up." "In my 342-page book, the original Jack wa's a Ma'sonic con'spiracy to protect the Duke of Clarence." "He had married a Catholic whore and the other women were all witne's'se's at the wedding." "Who's the Duke of Clarence?" "I's that Charle's?" "No!" "Li'sten." "The whore's were witne's'se's to a wedding the Palace wanted to keep 'secret, 'so the Palace had the girls killed." " That wa's the con'spiracy then." " So what's the con'spiracy now?" "If we knew, it wouldnt be much of a con'spiracy." "That's ju'st one theory out of hundred's." "My book 'say's that Jack's a 'sailor, that he went off to live in Jamaica." " In my book, Jack's a woman." " Maybe the Palace ha's got 'something to hide." "Yeah, hold on a minute." "Alice Grave's u'sed thi's 'support unit for alkie's." "And gue's's who the patron wa's?" "Prince's's Diana." "You want a con'spiracy?" "You want a wedding that's been covered up?" "Thi's i's the mother!" "Dont me's's with the Ma'son's." "Leary i's a good 'su'spect." "Well get the evidence on him co's he did it." "No one's covering anything up." "So no more con'spiracie's, no more Ma'son's and no more Scotch, either." "(Chuckle's )" "(Phone ring's )" " Ye's, 'sir?" " Turn on the news," ",pattern to these murders," "The tabloids are reporting that Jack the Ripper is back, and killing women again in the East End of London," "Sources also suggest that the police, already under fire for being slow to react to the case, are looking into a possible Masonic connection," "(Man ) You have a leak, Sort it out, (Newsreader) ,a copycat Jack, then the murder of Alice Graves is likely to be the second in a series of five planned attacks," " Happy now?" " What?" "Someone ha's betrayed the whole inve'stigation." " What are you in'sinuating?" "Im not the leak." " Youve wanted rid of me 'since thi's 'started." " You think Id do that?" " Im 'staying." "So to hell with your dirty trick's!" "Oi!" "Ive been doing thi's job for 20 year's." "I have to tru'st the loyalty of my men." "Do you think Id throw that away for a long 'streak of pi's's like you?" "Youll 'screw thi's inve'stigation up without my help." "I will find your leak for you, and you will apologi'se." "I like 'single malt's, not that blended 'shit." "Now thi's i's out in the open, well be inundated with false lead's, false confe's'sion's and alarm's, not to mention member's of the public getting in our way." "The pre's's are offering money for information, trying to beat u's to the Ripper." "The Home Office i's under pre's'sure, the Commi's'sioner's under pre's'sure." "We are under 24-hour 'scrutiny." " We cannot be fallible." " Fally who?" "There's been a lot of talk about con'spiracie's and Ma'son's and cover-up's." "I want it to 'stop now." "We need to get back on track, which i's why Ive a'sked an impartial expert to come in and talk to you today." "Mr Buchan?" "Oh, not the Ripperologi'st!" "Are you out of your mind?" " We need an objective view." "A 'step back." " Oh, he's a 'step back, all right." " (Laughter)" " It's fine." " Shall I ju'st begin?" " Ye's, go ahead." " Imagine..." "Whitechapel, 1888." " (Groan's )" "A place 'so terrible that Jack London called it The Aby's's." "Ed?" "The Ma'son's." "Ye's." "Ye's." "There i's no con'spiracy." "The Ma'sonic con'spiracy of Jack the Ripper i's the bigge'st load of bunkum ever to taint true Ripperology, ba'sed on a total di'sregard of the known fact's of the ca'se." "Crying con'spiracy i's the la'st re'sort of an inve'stigator." "It's a way of 'saying it's not your fault you cant 'solve it." "Yeah, well, why did the Director handle the evidence, huh?" " Good point." " It wa's a favour to me, actually." "I wanted the be'st." "Oi!" "Eye's front!" " Well, that doe'snt explain the Larkin Tru'st." " Alice Grave's, 'she u'sed to go there." "So did Cathy Lane." "I checked." "May I erm...?" " Go on." " It's a myth that the victim's knew each other." "And hell be recreating pea-'souper's for u's next." "Clever boy." "You dont have to keep turning them." "Let them cook." " Im 'still in charge, you know." " Who's for another beer?" " Yeah, plea'se, Fitz." " No." "No, thank you." " You found your pub in the country yet?" " Yeah, I 'saw a lovely place in Su's'sex." " Dont come cheap." " Tell me about it." " Were already remortgaged up to the hilt." " The money from the paper's mu'st help, right?" "What?" "I's that what Im about, i's it?" "Im ju'st 'saying, I under'stand why you did it." "Cant live your dream on a pen'sion, can you?" "What?" "A few bob in my pocket and 'screw you guy's?" "Yeah, right." "Im out of here." " What's up?" "Where are you going?" " He think's Im the leak." "He think's I 'sold you all out for a few grand." "Dont be daft." "Come on, have a beer." "Theyre on me." "Since when?" "Never 'see your wallet in the bar, do we?" " Chri'st." "It's ju'st a beer." " That's your guilty con'science, Fitz." " It's a beer." " Come on, I can 'see it in your face." "Tell u's." "I didnt do it for the money." "I did it 'so we could get a new DI." "I did it for you, 'skip." "It's what you wanted, innit?" "Here." " Im 'sorry." " Hey, Ray!" "Could I borrow thi's?" "Ill return it in the morning." " Out of the que'stion." " I under'stand." "Ab'solutely." "The double event i's imminent." "The night Jack killed two women in the 'space of 45 minute's." "Catherine Eddow's wa's killed in Mitre Square, on the cobble's." "It's the only murder 'site that 'still exi'st's." "You can go and 'stand on the exact 'same 'spot today." "Hell definitely be tempted by that." "It's 'so authentic." "There's CCTV on Mitre Square." "It's completely overlooked." "He wouldnt be that 'stupid." "Hed be caught in minute's." "Game over." "Hmm." "Mitre Square's too important to mi's's and he get's to take away her kidney." "He cant do it." "It's impo's'sible." "I definitely regard Mitre Square a's a probable murder 'site." "All right, Ill keep an eye on it." "But were going to focu's on Private Leary and watch every move he make's." "It's not Leary." "He fit's the de'scription of Emma Jone's's attacker." "And we know he a's'saulted Alice Grave's before her murder." "He's our prime 'su'spect." "Then you have to a'sk your'self, will there be a double event or not?" " What do you mean?" " There's a growing body of thought that Jack wa's not re'spon'sible for both murder's that night." "I thought Elizabeth Stride and Catherine Eddow's were definite, canonical." "It's a recent theory, not main'stream." "Liz Stride had her throat cut but 'she wa'snt mutilated." "The cla's'sic theory goe's that he mu'st have been di'sturbed, 'so went and found another victim." "But... ..no 'sign's of 'strangulation, the coroner found a di's'similarity with the way her throat wa's cut, and believed a different weapon wa's u'sed." "No mutilation, different MO, different 'signature." "Her death could have been a coincidence, erroneou'sly linked to Jack." "So if it's a cla's'sic Ripper fan, hell kill twice." "If it's an alternative theori'st, hell kill once." " In e's'sence, ye's." " So, which one i's he?" " That's up to you." " Youre the expert." " But it's your inve'stigation." " Oh, Je'su's!" "I mean, all I have...i's hi'story." "Ive got nothing tangible." "Nothing..." "Nothing right now, right here, to help me." "I mean..." "There's a dead woman in Whitechapel, a 'simple dome'stic." "I wa'snt..." "Im not 'suppo'sed to be doing thi's." "Look, my whole career ha's been mapped out by other people, ju'st trying to fa'st-track me onto..." "Im the wrong man for thi's job." "But if we catch thi's man tomorrow night, you will be the man who captured the Ripper." "Forever." "No one catche's the Ripper." "Hi'story 'say's 'so." "Have a good long look, Mary." "Take your time." "None of them jump out at me." "It wa's very dark." "I only remember 'seeing the knife." "Im 'sorry." "How about him?" "Ring any bells?" "Maybe." "It's po's'sible." " It could be him." " Good girl." "Mary's ju'st picked out Leary." "That's a po'sitive ID from Mary and Sarah Smith." "Good." "Let's go ahead with him then." "We need to catch Private Leary in the act." "A's we know, time's important to him." "If he's our killer, hell attempt the fir'st murder at 1am tonight, in Henrique's Street." "McCormack, I want you there." "Kent and Sander's, youll be in Clarence Barrack's." "The MoD have agreed acce's's to the ground's." "Ill be out the front with the bo's's." "The 'second murder took place in Mitre Square at 1:45." "Therell no doubt be a public pre'sence of pre's's and onlooker's." "Well have uniform's there." "And Leary i's under ob'servation from now on." "Now remember, our objective i's 'surveillance." "We dont make a move until he doe's." "Thi's i's it." "No mi'stake's." "When we get Leary, let hi's nib's read him hi's right's." "Give him hi's moment." "(Country music on radio )" "Could you turn that off, plea'se?" "(Volume up)" " Sorry." " (Mu'sic off)" " All right, darling?" " You take care of your'selve's tonight, ladie's." "All quiet here, 'sir." "Kent, only u'se the radio when 'something's happening." "Out," " Were right about Leary." " Yeah, we are right." "That's the one thing you and I agree on." "Mitre Square, plea'se give your 'situation report." "Mitre Square, north 'side, everything under control." "Over." " All right?" " Fine." "Mitre Square." "All clear on the 'south 'side." "Over." "McCormack, 'situation report." "Pi's'sed off, cold and very thir'sty, 'sir." "(Sigh's )" "Shit." "Were up." "Suspect in military clothing, He's coming down the scaffolding," "Rear of the barracks," "(Chandler) OK, all units, here we go," "Su'spect i's AWOL, on the move, heading toward's you, Kent." "He ha's a bag." "Kent, have you got him in 'sight?" "Kent, have you got him in sight?" "Trailing 'su'spect on foot." "Kent, situation report," "For God's sake, Kent, can you see him?" "Su'spect i's heading toward's the north perimeter wall near you, 'sir." "He's now wearing a ba'seball cap and a dark jacket." "He's got accomplice's." "It i's a bloody con'spiracy." "Were on the move." "He's got into a dark car." "I cant read the regi'stration." "It look's like there's two male IC1's accompanying him." "He mu'st be heading for the kill." "Were tailing 'su'spect, heading we'st." "All unit's 'stand by." "Thi's doe'snt make 'sen'se." "Were going in the wrong direction." " What's he doing?" " He know's were here." "He's trying to lo'se u's." " Stick with him." " What do you think Im doing?" "He's me's'sing with u's." " What's he doing now?" " He's turning back." "Trailing 'su'spect ea'st." "All unit's 'stand by." "Trailing 'su'spect ea'st." " What's going on?" " What's he playing at?" "Are you trying to frame Private Leary?" "This is Mitre Square, We have a disturbance," "It's the bloody pre's's." "Weve been 'set up." "Yet youre 'still no nearer to catching the fiend behind the'se murder's?" "There's a di'sturbance at Mitre Square." "They 'say theyve got the Ripper, no one's been killed." "Out of my way!" "Move!" "Out of my way." "Plea'se have mercy!" "Joe!" "Thank God." "Joe!" "I's anybody in the 'square?" "I's anybody in the 'square?" "!" "It's Mary." "He got Mary." "Thi's i's impo's'sible." "There's nobody here." "He aint human." "He cant be." "Joe." "Thank God." "I didnt get their number's, but I wi'sh to lodge a complaint." "Joe, I want to complain again'st the two gorilla's who arre'sted me and threw me in the van." "Mother will be in a terrible 'state, wondering where Ive got to." " Joe, do you think I could have my lace's back?" " Not yet, Mr Buchan." "Thi's way, Mr Buchan." "Oh, I 'see." "(Whi'sper's )" "Where were you at 1:30am thi's morning?" "I wa's 'staking out the exact 'spot where Catherine Eddow's wa's murdered in 1888." "You were hiding from the police." "I wanted to catch the Ripper." "Ive been hunting him all my life, and now here he i's again, made fle'sh." "He i's my neme'si's." "He's mine to bring to ju'stice." "So that's why you wanted to help me." "So you could get an in'side track on the inve'stigation." "Im 'sorry, Joe." "Having committed the offence of ob'struction to the police by entering a re'stricted area, you were e'scorted from the 'square at 1:41am." " By the gorilla's." "Correct." " Wa's there anyone else in the actual 'square?" "No." "Look, I cau'sed a bit of a rucku's, and Im 'sorry about that." "But he didnt even 'show up, 'so no harm done, eh?" "At 1:45am, the body of a woman wa's found in Mitre Square." "Body of a woman?" "That's impo's'sible." "He couldnt have, there wa's no time." "He had four minute's." "All he needed wa's a di'straction." "Like the mini riot that you cau'sed." "Me?" " You think he u'sed me?" " You made it po's'sible." "Hi's accomplice." "I am Edward Buchan, re'spected authority on Jack the Ripper." "I am not a killer." "Nor do I 'serve one." "How dare you?" "Mr's Buchan, police." "We have a warrant to 'search your's and your 'son's premi'se's." "May I come in?" "He 'sub'scribe's to Caravan International." " Look's like he pay's all hi's bills on time." " Of cour'se he doe's." "He's a 'saint." "And he's in di'spute with the council over a neighbour's plan's for an exten'sion." "I mean, it's not really..." "Where's all the Ripper 'stuff, then?" "I thought he wa's the world's foremo'st expert." "Doe's he keep it all in hi's head?" "Mr's Buchan?" "Mr's Buchan, what's down here?" " Oh, that's my 'son's 'study." "I havent got a key." " Got a 'screwdriver?" "Ta very much." "Bloody hell!" "I knew it." "It's like an incident room from 1888." "It's a killer's lair." "Look at all thi's." "He's a Ripperologi'st." "Thi's i's what he doe's for a living." "He's even got hi's own web'site." "Look." "Thi's aint from 1888." "He's been helping me with the inve'stigation." "Thi's doe'snt prove anything." "He's involved and Ill prove it." "Ive got a no'se for thi's." "You havent, obviou'sly." "He cut her throat fir'st, thi's 'savage." "Right through to the vertebrae." "The abdomen ha's been completely opened up." "There's a 'stab wound in the liver, genital mutilation." "Colon's been cut away, and the kidney and uteru's have been removed." "Exactly the 'same a's Catherine Eddow's in 1888." "However, when you come to her face, the injurie's are completely different." "There were V-'shaped mark's made on Catherine Eddow's, wherea's here, well, he's clearly tried to 'slice Mary's face off." "In my experience, thi's kind of 'severe facial mutilation 'strongly indicate's a relation'ship between the killer and hi's victim." "They may well have known each other." "Eddow's 'said 'she knew who the Ripper wa's and intended to collect the reward." "Mary Bou'sfield got a good look at Cathy Lane's killer." "And he got a good look at her, too." "Ba'stard." " What have we got?" " OK, thi's i's the CCTV from Mitre Square." "It 'show's all eight camera's from both the north and 'south 'side's." "Here on the 'south 'side i's where they find Buchan hiding and make the arre'st, taking him around the 'square to the north 'side." "All the pre's's and onlooker's follow Buchan's arre'st, leaving the 'south 'side clear." "Thi's create's a diver'sion for the killer to dump Mary's body." "He enter's the 'square through the'se 'shutter's on the 'southea'st corner, and drag's Mary's body into the 'square." "Je'su's, we were minute's away." "Shutter's here." "They lead to an underground car park, entered from Fenchurch Street." "Were getting the tape's from the council." "He mu'st have u'sed a vehicle for hi's getaway." " Excellent work." " Thank you, 'sir." "I got the printout's from Buchan's me's'sage board." "They work like thi's." "Someone, Jack 2000 or Spring Hill, would write in with a que'stion about the murder's, like, Wa's there a double event?" "Buchan give's 'some longwinded an'swer, then 'somebody else write's in, Sla'sher Jack, with a different theory." "Buchan replie's." "On and on and on it goe's." " How many people are on the 'site?" " About a hundred." "One name had a regular QA with our friend Mr Buchan, 50 time's more than any other u'ser." " I told you Ive got a no'se for thi's." " Can Computer Crime trace thi's?" "They can try, but look." "The la'st contact wa's on the night of the fir'st murder." " You do Buchan's interview's from now on." " Ye's, 'sir." " I hope youre wrong." " Yeah." " You havent 'shaved." " Sorry, 'sir." "I havent been home yet." " You look like a drowning man." " Everything's under control." "A dozen other's would like your place at thi's table." "The lea'st you could do i's change your 'shirt." "Why did you a'sk me here?" "I gave your late father my word, a place at the table." "In time, the top of the Force, but in the current climate... ..I have my own po'sition to con'sider." " I did warn you." " I under'stand." "You need to take a 'step back, unle's's I catch the Ripper, in which ca'se youll be 'standing by my 'side." "Nobody a'sked you to 'sacrifice your'self." "Work the 'shift, go home." "You have a 'sergeant, u'se him." "Let him 'shoulder it." "And protect your'self enough 'so that when thi's i's over you 'still have 'some 'standing." " Do you even know their name's?" " Who'se name's?" "The victim's." " You cant 'see that's irrelevant." " Mary Bou'sfield." " He cut out her kidney and 'sliced her face off." " We are eating!" "I do apologi'se." " Where i's Detective In'spector Chandler?" " Bu'sy." "Ripper Fan." "Oh, the me's'sage board's." "I dont have the 'slighte'st inkling a's to who the'se people are." "But youre happy to di'scu's's how to cut up women with them." "I 'simply relate the hi'storical fact's to them, and if nece's'sary, correct their thinking." "Read it." "An inch below the crea'se of the thigh wa's a cut extending from the anterior 'spine of the ilium, obliquely down the inner 'side of the left..." "Left thigh." "Ye's, ye's, that i's from the autop'sy performed by Dr Brown on Catherine Eddow's..." "That i's murder pornography." "Thi's information i's in the public domain." "I dont tell them what to do with it." "Someone like Ripper Fan, who wa's 'so intere'sted in your opinion of the double event, and 'shared your belief that Catherine Eddow's wa's the only victim of the Ripper that night..." "I know what youre implying." "You think he's the killer." "You think Im in it with him." "Why would I do that?" "Tell me about the mark's on Catherine Eddow's face." "Well, OK." "The autop'sy report 'state's that 'she had di'stinctive mark's to her face, like erm...inverted V's on her cheek's." "And the tip of her no'se wa's cut off, a's well a's cut's to her eyelid's." "Some Ripperologi'st's think that the'se are Ma'sonic marking's." " But youve got your own theory, right?" " Well, ye's, I do." "I think he tried to cut Catherine's face off." "You 'see, cutting down like 'so would cut the eyelid's, remove the no'se and cut into the cheek." "I cant be certain, but it doe's make 'sen'se." "Yeah, it doe's." "It did to Ripper Fan." "Co's he did exactly what you told him to, and 'sliced Mary's face off." "Ripper Fan's the killer and youre hi's, what, mentor?" "Sounding board?" "Special advi'ser?" "You tell me." "The CCTV from the car park in Fenchurch Street 'show's the van i's from AC Maduro Health And Safety." "Theyre a 'small medical 'supply company." "The MD i's a Mr Maduro." "He's 'stopped all hi's van's, but he's not happy about thi's, at all." "If 'such a terrible murder had occurred in one of my van's, I would have noticed." "The van's are clean." "There i's no blood." "Ju'st bear with u's, plea'se, 'sir." "I need my van's back on the road." "We 'supply organ tran'sportation, not ju'st body bag's and rubber glove's." "And we have urgent medical tran'sfer's." " Over here!" " How long i's thi's going to take?" "Po'sitive 'sign's of blood all over thi's van." "Weve got a murder 'scene." "I want a thorough 'search of thi's van." " What do you want?" " I a'sked to 'see Joe." " Well, youve got me." " So I am the lowe'st of the low now." " I dont have to be here." "What do you want?" " Plea'se..." " What do you want?" " A'sk Joe, ha's the killer 'sent the kidney yet?" "Mary Bou'sfield's kidney." "It's bound to be the next 'step." "Hell po'st it to 'someone involved in the hunt." "Someone he regard's a's hi's neme'si's." " Who wa's driving thi's van, night before la'st?" " Ill have to con'sult my record's." "I have my own filing 'sy'stem but it's a bit complicated." "Sir?" " The'se were in the back of the van." " Get Fire Inve'stigation." "Cha'se up which accelerant wa's u'sed at Wilke's Street." "Sure." "Sir?" "(Children's voice's )" "It's for you, Dad." "Have you got hi's pen, Jamie?" "Out." "Out." "Everybody, out!" "Out!"