"[THAMES TELEVISION IDENT]" "[REGAL MUSIC] In the autumn of 1888 London's huge metropolis was gripped by fear." "Murder in Whitechapel." "Get The Star." "One penny." "On the teeming streets of Whitechapel women were being torn to pieces by a killer who vanished in the shadows time after time." "So terrible was the savagery, that the world remembers it still." "Jack the Ripper." "Leading the manhunt was Scotland Yard's Inspector Frederick George Abberline." "Mary Nichols was a shilling whore." "She wasn't killed for money, she didn't have any." "According to the doctors she wasn't even sexually assaulted." "Yet somebody tore her to pieces in the street." "So find him." " Let me know if you hear anything, Cathy." " 'Course I will, Georgie." " I've seen him." "The killer." " You saw the killer, in a vision?" "Look for a man with two faces." "Is this what you saw in your vision?" "Not exactly, Miss Prentice, the hair is too long." "With shorter hair, you know who he reminds me of?" "Richard, that's who it is." "Richard Mansfield, the American actor." "[CRAZED CACKLING]" "Sir William, what exactly is madness?" "Is it possible to be half mad, like er, normal one minute and insane the next?" " A saint, and a beast, you mean?" " Yeah." "In one human being?" "What do you want, Freddie?" "Everything you know about Mansfield." "Mansfield?" "Oh, you don't think I'm caught up in all of that, do you?" "All of what?" "I would just like to meet the man who gave you your other face." "[DRAMATIC MUSIC]" "[SCREAMS]" "I'll never forget that coach, Inspector." "I've ridden in it, you see." " When I went to see the Queen." " The Queen?" "What exactly are these rumours about her grandson Prince Albert Victor?" "Well, they say the Prince has been seen in a house of ill repute, Prime Minister." " Where?" " Whitechapel." "In the very area where these murders are taking place." "If I'd been born on the right side of the blanket I'd 'ave been a top surgeon by now." "It's in the mind." "My name's Lusk, George Lusk." "Chairman" "Chairman of the so called Vigilante Committee." "I wondered when you were gonna show your face." "I'll show you more than a face, Abberline." "I'll show you a hundred armed men." "[SHOUTING, LOUD THUMP]" "The East End of London is out of control." "What're you waiting for, eh?" "Eh?" "[SHOUTS AND JEERS]" "On the last day of September, the Ripper's reign of terror reached new heights." "The first victim on that night was Elizabeth Stride, in Berner Street." "[SCREAMING]" "The second was Catherine Eddowes, less than a mile away in Mitre Square." "[DRAMATIC MUSIC]" "But worse, much worse, was still to come." "[DRAMATIC MUSIC]" "[REGAL MUSIC]" "NEWSBOYS:" "Get yer Star." "Murder in Whitechapel!" "Fresh flowers, penny a bunch, penny a bunch." "Fresh flowers." "Murder in Whitechapel!" "Get yer Star!" "Get yer Star." "Murder in Whitechapel." "Get yer Star." "[OMINOUS MUSIC]" "No, nobody was here." "Nobody in the street." " Why don't you pray for her?" " We sent for a priest, Mr Diemschutz." "I have a wife and two sisters." "All these women killed." "Why you do nothing?" "We are doing something, Mr Diemschutz." " Did you take his statement, George?" " Yeah." "The blood was still fresh." "They found her between one and five past, we must've missed him by seconds." "Mein Gott!" "A woman is cut to pieces, and all you talk about is between one and five past." "Why the police do nothing?" "!" " Well, did he do it?" " Did he do what?" ""Next job I do I shall clip the lady's ears off and send them to the police officers, just for jolly."" " No." "They're still there." " So this letter's a hoax." "Like the others." "But that's not a hoax." "Abberline!" "GODLEY:" "Lusk." "[CROWD NOISE]" " How the hell did that bastard find out?" " Whitechapel torn toms." "Get that body away." " SPRATLING:" "Abberline!" " Right, sir." "Abberline, there's been another one, Mitre Square." " What?" " We've sent for the Commissioner." " The Commissioner?" " This one is terrible!" "I mean, terrible!" "Keep your voice down, you want to start a bloody riot?" "Abberline!" "So, you don't need us, eh?" "Isn't that what you said?" "HE DOESN'T NEED US!" "Get this mob off the street, Lusk." "Or I'll run you in for incitement to riot so fast you'll skin your feet." "You're finished, Abberline." "The people are taking over!" "CROWD:" "Yeah!" "The Whitechapel Vigilance Committee..." " ...protects innocent working people." " Spratling, get that body away, George..." "And why?" "I'll tell you, my friends." "They don't want the streets safe!" "Got a statement for The Star?" "Early edition." " Yeah." "Shut yer face." " Oo, ho, ho, ho!" " I'll print that." " Your wives don't count." "Your daughters don't count." "YOU DON'T COUNT!" "[CROWD MURMURS AGREEMENT]" "MOBILISE AND ORGANISE!" "[CROWD SHOUTS IN AGREEMENT]" "JOIN THE PEOPLE'S COMMITTEE!" "[CROWD CHEERS]" "[TENSE MUSIC]" "Well, this is Mitre Square..." " ...what's going on?" " Are you Mr Abberline?" " Where the hell's this body?" " They've taken it away, sir." " Taken it away?" "!" " City morgue, ten minutes ago." "Now, I washed the blood off best I could but I haven't got a brush, you see." " You washed the blood off?" "WHY?" " I was told to, sir." "The Commissioner's been here." "He's waiting for you at Goulston Street." "I thought you knew all this." "[TENSE MUSIC]" "It's definitely part of her apron, Commissioner cut off with a knife, I'd say." "Soaked in blood." "Why leave it here, several streets away?" "To prove the writing's real." "Shine the lamp." ""The Juwes are the men that will not be blamed for nothing."" "So the Jews should be blamed for something that's what he's saying, isn't it, Commissioner?" "Spelling, Chief Superintendent:" "J U W E S." "That's why I sent for you, let's get rid of it." "Wipe this off now." "You wanted me, Commissioner?" "Yes, Abberline, we found this, it's part of the dead woman's apron." " Which one?" " The second one, Mitre Square." "Excuse me, sir." "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" " I was told to, sir." " My orders, Abberline." "It's anti-Semitic filth." ""The Juwes are the men that will not be blamed for nothing."" "This area's teeming with immigrants a lot of them are Jewish and they're not popular." "One word about it being a Jew and we'll have lynch mobs on the streets." " It's happened before." "Wipe it off." " If he's a Jew, why draw attention to it?" "To make us think he's a Jew, put us off the scent - haven't you got a brain?" "George, write this down, and you too, Constable, and get the spelling right." " J U W E S. It may be important." " How?" "You tell me, Chief Superintendent." "I will tell you: he can't spell, and that's all there is to it." "Now wipe it off." "Wait." "What's that, Abberline?" "It's a letter to the Central News Agency, Commissioner." "Same writing, is it?" " No, completely different." " So wipe it off." "I don't want to see it printed in a newspaper." "I'll see you back at the Yard, Abberline." "One hundred and forty-three plain-clothes men.." "...hundreds more in uniform, and all these weeks later we're still no further ahead, is that what you're saying?" "Commissioner, we've taken thousands of statements we've doubled the patrols on the streets and I've got every known informant with his ear to the ground." "But something's got to be done, gentlemen." "The Secretary of State for the Home Department is now being bombarded with letters from the chairman of something calling itself the Whitechapel Vigilance Committee." "George Lusk." "He's a thug." "Thug or not, he's offering help." "No, Chief Superintendent, he's offering trouble." "I'm afraid that is not a view that the Secretary of State can take and neither, frankly, can I." "He's a rabble rouser, a politician, and he's using these murders for his own ends." "So what is he, an Anarchist?" "Irish revolutionary?" "Well, he calls himself a Socialist." "But if you want a riot, George Lusk is your man." "And if the Secretary of State is going to accept his so-called help I'll have to resign." "And I mean it." "NEWSBOY:" "Vigilantes, East End in turmoil." "Get yer Star." "Get yer Star [MARCHING MUSIC]" "NEWSBOY:" "Vigilantes." "Get the news." "East End in turmoil." " Vigilantes!" "Buy the news!" " East End to march!" " Get yer Star!" " East End to march!" " Buy the Star." " George Lusk to march." "All right." "Listen again." "All the killings were done within a few streets of each other." "All the victims were prostitutes." "No one sees anything, and no one hears anything." "He just vanishes." "Time after time." "Local knowledge, we said so from the start." "The women are ripped to pieces." "Now, he must be drenched in blood." "Pints of it." "So he's got to get off the street." "NOW, WHERE DOES HE GO?" " Obviously somebody's hiding him." " Why's that obvious?" "He might live alone." "Sir, why do they keep going with him?" "The prossies, I mean." "Now, that's a good question, Derek." "He might be someone they know, or-or, someone they think they can trust." "What, like a doctor, you mean?" "Or a priest?" " Or someone else in authority." " What, like one of us?" "That's not funny." "[INDIGNANT MURMURING]" "No, Spratling, but it's why we are questioning everybody in the area." "Man, woman and child." "SOMEBODY MUST KNOW SOMETHING!" " Yes." " Definitely." "Now, we know what he looks like well, roughly - from the statements we've got already." "So, for the next three days you go round, knocking on doors." "And if anybody knows anything, WRITE IT DOWN!" "AND BRING IT BACK HERE!" "[MURMURING]" "QUESTIONS?" "Wear your boots out." "[PIANOLA MUSIC]" "Morning, boys." "Ah-ha, ha." "There's a nice crowd outside the police station." "And here is your article." "George Lusk speaks." "I'd say the campaign's going very well." "Wouldn't you?" "Just shut up and do your job." "[DRAMATIC CRESCENDO]" " There they are, go on, get 'em!" " When're you gonna do somethin' eh?" "[ANGRY SHOUTS]" "MAN: 'Bout time you did somethin', ain' it?" "One white handkerchief with a red border." "One matchbox containing cotton." "Two clay pipes." "One red cigarette case." "Five pieces of soap." "One tin containing tea and sugar." "One broken pair of spectacles, one comb, one red mitten and one ball of worsted wool." "You got all that?" "What are you doing here, Doctor Llewellyn?" "This one wasn't killed on your patch." "I am examining the injuries, Inspector to see if they match those inflicted on Elizabeth Stride." "You will concede she was killed on my ground...?" "And do they?" "Match?" "Here's the report, Inspector." "Read it yourself." "Who's your friend?" "I thought police surgeons were supposed to help us." " George." " Hm?" "You still got that letter?" "What, you mean hoax number four hundred and twelve?" "I'll chuck it." " No, read it out." " What, all that bunk about "cut the ears off, just for jolly"?" "Never happen, Fred, he didn't do it." "Not to Liz Stride." "This is Cathy Eddowes." "Look." "Oh God, he's, he's done it." "He's cut her ears off!" "Just for jolly." " But if this letter's real...?" " Then you are looking at his handwriting." "You mean he's just given us his handwriting?" "He has done more than that, my old friend." "He's just hanged himself." "[DRAMATIC MUSIC]" "Get me Bates." "I want him here, now." "Two murders in one night, half the country screaming for justice, and my best reporter disappears." " May I see, Mr Paulson?" " Always glad to be of service to The Star Mr O'Connor." "For a consideration, of course." "It arrived this morning, addressed to us at Central News and signed Jack the Ripper, just like the last one." ""I was not codding dear old Boss when I gave you the tip."" ""Double event this time."" " "Number one..." - "Squealed."" ""Number one squealed a bit."" ""Had not time to get ears, for police."" "Same handwriting as the first one?" "Are you sure?" "Central News is a respectable News Agency, Mr O'Connor." "We're always consistent." " How do I know it's genuine?" " You don't, that's a job for the police." "If I were you, I'd give that to Abberline." "Er, print it first, 0' course." "For the usual fee." "[TENSE MUSIC]" "Did you pay a lot for this, Mr O'Connor?" "The handwriting is the same as the last one, Inspector." "You don't think it's genuine?" "As I told your reporter last time, we get a lot of strange letters." "Especially on murder cases." "My favourite's the man who thinks he's a giant vulture." "He writes to us once a week." "Ah, I hope you don't think I've wasted your time?" "Oh, not at all, sir." "That's what we're here for." " Good day, sir." " Thank you." "I can't believe it." "It's as if he wants to get caught!" ""First one squealed a bit, had not time to get ears."" "Because of Diemschutz, the man with the cart." "Diemschutz must have almost trodden on him." " Or them." " You still think there's more than one?" "It takes fifteen minutes to cut up one of those bodies." "That's what Dr Phillips said at the Nichols inquest." " Someone keeping watch, you mean?" " Would you risk it?" " Right out in the open, alone?" " All right, let's say there's more than one." "That's why the handwriting on the wall was different." ""The Juwes are the men that won't be blamed for nothing", or whatever it was." "But why?" "I mean, why write anything at all?" "Because he's playing with us, George." "Some people are so dammed cocky..." " ...they think they can't be caught." " What's the motive?" " There's still no motive." " There's got to be a motive." " There's never been a murder without one." " So what is it?" "The women have got no money." "We've ruled out revenge, and there's never any sex..." " ...according to the doctors." " No, this one's different." " Something special." " What, a medical thing?" "Some of the organs?" "I mean, half the stomachs are missing." "Too high a risk." "There's something powerful driving this one along." "Black magic, you mean?" "Some sort of secret society?" " Involving more than one." " Fred." "Do you ever get the feeling that someone knows something we don't?" "I mean, getting the Commissioner out of bed; washing the blood away?" "Two men." "Two faces." "Lees." "The Queen's fortune-teller?" "Come on, Fred, the man's a fraud." "He can write, can't he?" "Bring him in." "[CHIMES]" "The Secretary of State for the Home Department, Prime Minister." "Come in, Henry." "Sit down." "Whitechapel." "The Queen is now sending me telegrams." "She fears a breakdown of law and order." "Well, with vigilantes on the streets, Prime Minister, I'm beginning to share her concern." "When Parliament reassembles, this government could be faced with a vote of no confidence." "You're going to have to replace the man in charge, Henry." "I want a new face." "Well, Commissioner Warren's a stubborn man, Prime Minister." "He may defend this Inspector Abberline to the end." "I'm not talking about the Inspector, it's Commissioner Warren who'll have to go." "Now, these rumours." "Whitechapel, and Prince Albert Victor what've you found out?" "Well, nothing concrete, Prime Minister, it's er..." " ...it's just rumour." " We're talking about the Queen's grandson." "If he visits houses of ill repute then this government must know." "There's no proof, Prime Minister." "It's all speculation." "Speculation be damned!" "Whitechapel is the scene of the biggest manhunt we've ever known." "If the Prince's name is linked to that, the whole future of the monarchy in this country will be at risk." "I want the truth, Henry, before these rumours reach the Queen." "Well, where is he?" "Where's Lees?" "Floating through the air." "First I had to wait, while he finished a Seance." "Then he told me how the Queen asked him to bring her husband back from the dead." "Then I got that bloody coach story again." "And in the cab he went through all three acts of Jekyll and Hyde." " I'm deaf in one ear now." " Where is he?" "Er, wha--?" "[SHOUTING] It's not mediums that make you deaf, George." " Not what I heard, anyway." " He's in the muster room..." "[MIMICKING LEES] ...writing out a description of the coach that knocked him down." "Oh." "Bring this." "Right, Mr Lees." "Have you written it?" "It's not much of a description." "Just a black coach with a crest on the side." "Can't think why you need it in writing." "The drawing I did will give you a much better idea." "The Sergeant here said you wanted to talk to me." "What about?" "After you told us about being run over by the coach in the street we went over to Buckingham Palace, to the Royal Mews." "I was right, wasn't I?" "It was a royal coach." " No, Mr Lees." "It wasn't." " But I've ridden in it..." "...when I went to" " When you went to see the Queen." "Yeah." "You told us." " All right, Mr Lees, what's your game?" " Game?" " I'm not lying, I saw what I saw." " You see so many things, don't you?" " Visions, for instance." " And monsters." "Dead women's clothes." "AND MURDERS BEFORE THEY HAPPEN!" "And men with two faces, like DOCTOR JEKYLL and MR BLOODY HYDE!" "ARE YOU SUCH FOOLS?" "I took you to the theatre to prove how a man can have two faces, like that actor on the stage." "And until you believe in my visions these killings will go ON, and ON!" "[SOMBRE MUSIC]" "It's for Strand Magazine." "[ROMANTIC MUSIC] Handsome isn't he?" " Which one?" " Dr Jekyll, of course." "Just because he acts a monster onstage, doesn't mean he is one in real life." "Why do you keep hounding him?" " I'm not hounding him, it's just" " Don't say it; it's your job." "You could've been anything, Freddie; a doctor, a teacher." "Why do women never say an explorer, a hunter, something with a bit of excitement?" " You're a wreck." " Yes." "I haven't had a drink in six weeks." "All right, Freddie." "So you want me to smile at the great Richard Mansfield when I deliver the drawing." "And then dig away and see if I can find out if he really hates women under all that charm." "Shall I write it down, like one of your Sergeants?" "No, just repeat it ten times before you go to sleep." "Of course, he may want to find out if I like men." "Have you thought of that?" "If he does, you tell him that I learned everything I know from my old dad, who was a blacksmith." " He spent his whole life hitting things." " Are you threatening to defend me again?" "Last time you almost ended up in jail." "Oh, you mean over the one who said he was your husband?" "Not husband - fiancé." "Good, I hit him just in time then, didn't I?" "Emma." "Don't ever be alone with him." "I mean it." "[DRAMATIC CHORD]" "Right, today, leaflets." "We've had eight weeks of statements, eight weeks of questions." "We've looked at every butcher, doctor, cook, knife-grinder within ten miles of here." "We've questioned almost every resident of Whitechapel." "We've had interpreters for Jews, Poles, Germans, French." "We've got police on almost every corner." "But he's still out there." "Someone, somewhere, knows something." " So today, leaflets." " What if he's left the country, sir?" "The world, thank God, is not my responsibility, Derek." "But if it cheers you all up half the papers on the Continent are watching our every move." "America, too." "Leaflets will make exciting news then." "Every police station has a bunch of these." "And we're handing 'em out like confetti." "If you ever have an idea of your own, Spratling, warn me first." "I don't wanna die of shock." "Right." "Move yourselves." "[MURMURING]" "[PIANOLA MUSIC]" "Back to the lock-up, Derek." "Take Joe with you." "Visit every pub on the way and show the uniform." "Right, sir." "Right, Joe." "Well, well." "If it isn't Dr Jekyll himself." "Or is it Mr Hyde?" "Evening, Mansfield." "Relaxing after the show?" "Little Annette again?" "Or are you taking your chances in the pub this time?" "Oh, I don't have to answer impertinent remarks, now, do I?" " Ah, you're in my way, here." " Oh." "Well, thank you." "Definitely Mr Hyde." "Terry, that was Richard Mansfield, the actor." "Stay with him, let me know where he goes." "Right sir." "[SINGING FROM PUB]" "Good evening, sir." "Can I buy you a drink?" "Or would you like to buy a lady one?" "Her name's Mary Jane, she's fresh from the Emerald Isles and lovely with it." "Well, hello, Mary Jane." "Marie Janette." "I'm from Paris." "Really?" "I'm from Boston, call me Dixie." "[NEW SONG BEGINS]" "Bartender." "[CHUCKLES]" " Oi, out." " Police." "Oh." "[HORSES' HOOVES CLOPPING]" "[INDISTINCT CHATTER]" "Fred, something about this doesn't make sense." " What?" " Well" "Do come in, Terry." "[DOOR BANGS]" "[LAUGHS] Oh, is it raining?" "He picks up the proz, took her home." "She stayed all night." "Eight o'clock, put her in a cab, sent her back to Whitechapel." "And does this proz have a name?" " Mary Kelly." " Well, write it down and leave it in Mansfield's file." "Well, can I get dry first?" "I think I've caught pneumonia." "Well you know what they say, don't you, Terry?" "If you can't stand a joke, you shouldn't'a joined." "[LAUGHTER]" "Thanks." "[ABBERLINE CACKLES]" "What doesn't make sense?" "Well..." "[CLEARS THROAT] ...if there's more than one." "What's holding 'em together?" "I mean, look at us; we work in hand in glove together." "But if one of us started cutting up bodies" "[DOOR OPENS]" "Doesn't anybody know how to knock?" "He's sent you a present, boys." "What have the geniuses of the press come up with now?" "Something you'd never 'ave dreamt of, Sergeant." "And it arrived in the morning post." " Right, Mr Paulson?" " Ooh, that's right." "[CHILLING MUSIC]" "Oh, no." "Well, Doctor?" "It's a human kidney." "What do you want me to say?" "Does it belong to one of the victims?" "I have no idea, Inspector." " Why, is it too decayed to tell?" " It's not decayed at all." "Uh, you're entitled to a second opinion, of course" " Try Dr Phillips again." " He's away." "Is he?" "Well, if you'll excuse me." "I have patients to attend to." "Never mind, Abberline." "It's the note that counts." ""Dear Mr Lusk, I send you half the kidney I took from one woman."" ""T'other piece I fried and ate." "It was very nice."" ""Signed, catch me when you can."" "[TUTS] Wonderful copy." " Don't you agree, Mr Paulson?" " Oh, yeah." "Why did he suddenly write to George Lusk?" "All the other notes went to the Central News Office." "That's your news agency, Mr Paulson." "So why address this one to Lusk?" " Well, erm " " You'll have to find him and ask him." "Won't you?" "Cheer up, Sergeant." "Couldn't 'ave tasted all that bad." "He probably 'ad it with sage and onion." "[PAULSON CHUCKLES]" "What are you gonna do with it?" "Take it to the Queen's doctor." "Our old friend Sir William Gull." "[REGAL MUSIC]" " I'll wait here, Fred." " Why?" "Oh, you know how I feel about things like this." "Gull's gonna start cutting it up or pouring acid on it, or something." "You know what they say, George." "If you can't take a joke..." "[BOTH] You shouldn't'a joined." " Yeah, I know, guv." "'Allo, George." "Remember me?" "From the Royal Mews?" "Netley." "John Netley." "Oh, yeah." "Yes, it's a female kidney, belonging to a woman of about forty-five in an advanced state of alcoholism." "She's also suffering from Bright's Disease." "Take a look, Theo." "Did it belong to Catherine Eddowes?" "That's what I need to know, Sir William." "Let me see the autopsy report." "You all right, Sir William?" "Yes, just, just a little tired, that's all." "Let me see it." "This kidney's been preserved in alcohol." "The way a medical man would do it, Dr Acland?" "Alcohol's easy enough to obtain, Inspector." "Anyone can get hold of it." "Not just doctors." "Yes, I'd say it belonged to this poor woman." " Are you sure?" " How long is a renal artery, Theo?" "Three inches, as you very well know." "Yes, well, there are two inches left in the body, and there unless I am mistaken, is the missing inch." "Was it removed professionally, Sir William?" " You mean by a surgeon?" " Why all this emphasis on surgeons?" "You don't need a medical degree to take hold of a kidney and cut it out." "Butchers do it every day, for goodness' sake!" "I was only asking, Dr Acland." "Ever since the day you consulted me about mental instability, Inspector my son-in-law's been following this case avidly." "All this talk in the press of doctors has hurt his professional pride." " Nonsense." " No, just mild paranoia." "Nothing to worry about." "Hm?" "NETLEY:" "I drive doctors all the time." "GODLEY:" "Yeah, so you said." " Yeah." " Fred." "Remember John Netley, from the Royal Mews?" "Yes." "Weren't you gonna keep your eyes peeled for a black coach?" " Like a royal one?" " Yeah, well, I've been busy." "John's been telling me about the doctors he drives, haven't you?" "Only the big ones." "Well, I'm the top driver, see?" "Waitin' for a famous surgeon now, as a matter of fact." "He's driven royalty, too." "Haven't you, John?" "Highest in the land, yeah." "Ah, not in my coach, mind." "When you work for the Palace, they give you a beauty." " Tell him about the Prince." " Prince Albert Vee?" "He's a lad, is Prince Albert Vee." "Well, that's what we call him in the Mews, see." "Vee for Victor." " Shouldn't've told you though, should I?" " What kind of a lad?" "Nah...!" "I know how to keep my mouth shut, I do!" "You won't catch me." "Here, you know what that is?" "Gallbladder, that's what that is." "Oh, I've studied it, see?" "I'm a doctor meself, part time." " Yeah?" " Aye aye, here's me surgeon now." "Gotta go." "Ta ta." "He's stark raving mad." "Well, what did Sir William have to say?" "It's hers, Cathy Eddowes'." "Cannibal in London!" "Cannibal in London!" "Get The Star." "Ripper eats kidney!" "Ripper eats kidney!" "Cannibal in London!" "Cannibal in London." "Get The Star." "[DRAMATIC MUSIC]" "[ROMANTIC MUSIC]" "I only spent an hour with him, of course but I certainly don't think Mansfield hates women." "Mind you, I don't think he values us much, either." "Huh, his whole life seems to be one long love affair." " You mean any woman will do, eh?" " Oh, no." "Nobody else is involved." "Not if you're Richard Mansfield." "And what was the other thing?" "You said there was something else." "Ah, well that's much more exciting." "It's about the Queen's grandson, of all people." "And what about the Queen's grandson, of all people?" "Well, a certain reporter told me that Prince Albert Victor, Duke of Clarence and Avondale has visited a bawdy house." " Several, in fact." " Show me a prince who hasn't." "Ah, but this one wears a disguise." "And the best bit is, his favourite place happens to be Whitechapel." "Have you got him on your list?" "Emma." "Who told you about all this?" "Ben Bates, of The Star." "It's absolutely delicious, isn't it?" "I hope you don't go around repeating it." "Gossip like that can be bloody dangerous." "Freddie, you can be very dull sometimes." "Must be your job." "Why don't you try something exciting for a change, like, erm an explorer, for instance." "[DOOR OPENS]" "Oh, I'm sorry." " I'll come back later." " Sergeant Godley, isn't it?" "Still keeping the maestro on the, er, straight and narrow?" "Oh, I'll see you out, Emma." "Ah, better not." "People might talk and er, gossip can be bloody dangerous." "By the way, I'm having dinner with him." "At the er, Café Royal tonight." "Don't worry, they'll be eight of us at the table, I'll be quite safe." "Shut the door, George." " What is it?" "What's wrong?" " Sit down, and listen to this." "[RAUCOUS LAUGHTER]" "And their faces, when they saw that kidney!" "Oh, yes!" "[LAUGHTER]" "They didn't know which way to turn." "They didn't know what to say, what to do." "They didn't even know what to think!" "They were confused." "I wish I had your way with words, Paulson, I really do." "So are you going to print it?" "The story about the Prince?" "Phh." "The power of the press, my friend is the threat of the press." "Even for royalty." "Let them sweat." "Yeah." "Hello Bates." "Getting into sedition now, are we?" "What do you want?" "Sergeant." " I want to talk to you." " What about?" "About a little rumour you've been spreading." "What rumour?" "About a certain royal personage visiting Whitechapel." "I don't know what you're talking about." "You print one word of it without proof, and we'll seize the edition." "Better still, we'll put you behind bars." "And that would make me very happy." "Aren't you gonna pour me a drink?" "Oh, er, sorry." " Have you told anybody about this?" " Only my Sergeant, Commissioner." "He's trying to establish the facts." "Facts!" "People don't want their gossip spoiled by facts." "We're talking about a royal prince, who may one day be King of England." "If he sneezes he must have pneumonia." "If he's been within a mile of Whitechapel he's obviously Jack the Ripper." "Gossip is far more powerful than facts." "What if it isn't gossip, sir?" "What if the rumours are true?" "If the Prince visits brothels, that's a scandal." "Scandals die down." "But if he's suspected of murder we'll be facing a crisis that will rock the British Empire to its foundations." "What do you want me to do, sir?" "I swore to uphold the law, Abberline, just as you did, without fear or favour." "And while I'm Commissioner of the Metropolitan Police, that is what I will do no matter who the killer is." "Do we understand each other?" "Yes, sir." "If Mary Nichols had been Lady Nichols the Prime Minister himself would've been here." " Yeah, right." " That's right." "If Annie or Cathy had been duchesses THEY'D HAVE BROUGHT THE ARMY IN!" "[CROWD MURMURS AGREEMENT]" "But they're only our women." "So they don't care, my friends." "LONG LIVE THE REVOLUTION!" "[CROWD YELLS AND CHEERS]" "AND LONG LIVE KARL MARX!" "[CROWD CHEERS] Rubbish!" " What a mouth." " Oh, I thought he was wonderful." " I'm gonna talk to him." " Wonderful?" "It's a load of old toss." "Look, Mary Jane, his sort, they never pay." "Oh, Billy, go to hell and be dammed!" "I'm gonna talk to him." "Er, excuse me, Mr Lusk." "Oh, I thought your speech was beautiful." "I, I especially liked what you said about freedom." "Did you, now?" "What if I told you there's a way you could help the revolution... sister...?" "[SINISTER MUSIC]" "I tried everything but he shut up like a clam." "Freedom of the press, he called it." "George, if this rumour's true, we'll be setting sail without a map." " You know that, don't you?" " I'm not that stupid, Fred..." "I know what royalty means." "You've got a family." "You don't have to stay, that's what I'm saying." "I know what you're saying." "Look, how long have we worked together?" " Four years." " Then you should know me by now." "I only get anxious at midnight." "I'll let you know when it's chiming, all right?" "Bucks Row, second on the right." "Oh, Billy, for heaven's sake, look." "Will you just leave us alone." "You don't know what you're getting yourself into, Mary Jane." "She's breaking free of pimps and scum." "Get back to the sewers where you came from." "And where do you come from, eh?" "Heaton and Oxford, and you come down 'ere tryin' to talk like us." "I know what your game is, Lusk." "Don't think I don't." "[ANGRY SNORT]" "Oi!" "[LAUGHS]" "A little knowledge is a dangerous thing, don't you agree, sisters?" "[ALL LAUGH]" "All right, number one, Mary Nichols." "Feet this way, head there." "And not much blood, no more than a pint of it." "How d'you know that?" "They'd washed it away by time we arrived." "Look at the windows." "What have windows got to do with blood?" "You'll see." "[THREATENING MUSIC]" "Gahh!" "Oh!" "Agh..!" "Ah." "[GROANS]" "[PIANOLA MUSIC AND CHATTER]" " Where have you been?" " [SIGHS] Getting you a photographer." "One?" "I want more than one." "So, who are these two, then?" "We have met before." "It was Hanbury Street." "Oh, yes!" "The day after Chapman was killed." " Mmm, hm." " You're a whore too, aren't you?" "Number two, Annie Chapman." "There." "She was dragged in here, then she was killed and then she was taken to bits, slowly." "Do you believe it?" "Believe it?" "What d'you mean?" "Watch this." " Hey?" " WOMAN:" "Who's that?" "Police." "Goodnight." "Come on, George." "The police doctor didn't help them at all." "And they couldn't work out why the kidney was addressed to you." "All they need now is another murder and they'll be really confused." "Another murder." "Huh?" "Nothing more certain, Bates." "[TENSE MUSIC] Right, I'll" " I'll see you outside Scotland Yard, then." "Nine-thirty." "Sharp." "[HEAVY BREATHING AND GAGGING]" " So, work just started on Liz Stride." " Yeah." "When up the street comes a horse and cart." " Er, Diemschutz, the man who found her." "No time to cut the ears, so it's off to Mitre Square." " Time?" " Er, between one and five past." " Check your watch." " Right." " Ready?" " Go." "It's not just anarchists." "There's republicans, Irish revolutionaries." "Now something calling itself The Women of East London." " Four thousand signatures." " Everyone with an axe to grind, eh?" "I hear they've closed down a theatre play." "Jekyll and Hyde." "In case it inspires the killer." "Whole town's gone mad, Torn." "It's getting very dangerous." "But you won't resign." "Not till this is over." "We still need you." "Don't we, Commissioner?" "[TENSE, URGENT MUSIC]" "[YELLING]" "Pay attention, brothers and sisters." "TONIGHT, WE TAKE OUR POWER TO THE STREETS." "YEAH!" "TONIGHT, WE TAKE THE BATTLE TO THE ENEMY!" "YEAH!" "TONIGHT, WE STRIKE OUR BLOW FOR FREEDOM!" "YEAH!" " SCOTLAND YARD!" " YEAH!" "[CROWD CHANTING] WARREN OUT!" "WARREN RESIGN!" " Nine minutes." " [BREATHLESSLY] No." "He wouldn't run like we did, George." "He'd attract too much attention." " Quarter of an hour." " Minimum." "All right, call it er, one fifteen." "So, he kills Cathy Eddowes." "Operates on damn near every one of 'er organs, one by one." "Now remember, it's dark." "Then he dumps 'er carcass over there." "Right, another twenty, twenty-five." " Yeah." "So that's, er, forty minutes." " So what?" "She was murdered at one forty-five." "He's got five minutes to spare." "What if he can't find a girl?" "For ten minutes, maybe fifteen minutes." "What if the city copper doesn't discover the body right away?" " Then it can't be done." " Unless he can get 'ere twice as quick as we did." " It's impossible." " No, it's not." " Not if he had a coach." " Coach?" "And it doesn't drive itself, does it?" " Fred, that's it." " It's a coach, George." "And it is more than one!" " That's the answer." " It's more than one and they're using a coach!" "That's it, Fred!" "[BOTH LAUGH]" "[MARCHING BAN D PLAYS]" "Quick, this'll do." "[CROWD CHANTING]" "Come on!" "Come on." "[CHANTING] WARREN OUT!" "WARREN RESIGN!" " Come on, quick!" "The doors." " Come on, get the doors closed." "[FLASH BULB SNAPS]" "BATES:" "Warren out!" "Resign, Warren!" " CLOSE ALL THE DOORS!" " In yer get." "Come on, shut the door, shut the door!" "[CHANTING CONTINUES] Warren out?" " Warren out?" " WARREN RESIGN!" "WARREN OUT!" " That's my name they're shouting." " We can leave by the back door." "Tom, if the people are against me, too, perhaps I should resign." "NO!" "MOVE IT." "One more push and we'll take over the streets!" "YES!" "Yes." "GODLEY:" "If it's a secret society there could be hundreds of 'em." "No, George, there's only two." "Just two men." "And d'you know why?" "Because what all those people told us about the stranger they'd seen in the area." "He's tall, short, old, young, he had light hair, grey hair..." " ...who are they describing?" " Two different men." "There are two different kinds of handwriting." "One of them drives a coach, while the other one cuts up the body." "The coach is on the move." "So you get that ragged cut." "They leave the body in a quiet place." "And there's, there's not much blood on the ground because most of it's" "Most of it's in the coach." "They'd be taking a hell of a risk, though." "I mean, what if one of our men stops the coach?" "Not this coach, George." "Nobody stops this coach." "[DRAMATIC MUSIC]" "[SINGING]" "What?" "Two men?" "That's what I'm telling you." "We think there's two men and we think they've got a coach." "So warn all the girls, okay?" "Does Mr Spratling know about this?" "He does now." " I told 'em, Sarge." " Right, let's do the Ten Bells." " Two men in a coach." " Ah, bluff, Scotland Yard bluff." " Don't know a thing." " But I 'eard it" "FINISH YER DRINK." "What is it this time, Inspector?" "I was just going out." "Take a look at this sketch you drew for me." "The coach you saw in the vision." " The one that tried to kill you." " What about it?" " You said it was a royal coach." " Very like a royal coach, certainly." "Oh, like a royal coach, ah." "But you said you'd ridden in it when you went to see the Queen." "Now is it royal, or isn't it?" "It had a sort of crest on the side, as I've drawn it there." " Perhaps that confused me." " I like straight talking, Mr Lees." "And I'm not hearing it." "So there's a warning for you, Mary, all right?" "The day I take on a twosome for the price of one's the day I give up." "You're new aren't you, what's your name?" " Millie." " It's her first night, Sergeant." "Don't frighten her." "Hasn't she the most beautiful hair?" "Come on, pet." "Look after yourself, Millie." "Sarge, there are three more pubs in Fashion Street." "I know that, Derek." "The supernatural is never simple." "I told you what came to me, Inspector." "He's a man with two faces." "I'll tell you what's come to me, Mr Lees." "He's two men." "Oh, excuse me I didn't reali" "[TENSE MUSIC]" "Good evening, Mr, er--- whatever your name is, it escapes me." "Mr Mansfield was having a physic session when you arrived." " About--- about his acting career." " [LAUGHS] Yes, that's right." "And how is your acting career, Mr Mansfield?" "Well, I guess you've heard about the play, Jekyll and Hyde, no?" "I er suddenly found myself playing to half-empty houses." "Don't get to be my monster anymore, so to speak." "Chin, Chin." "You're the best in the world at that, aren't you?" " Changing from Jekyll into Hyde." " What's behind that remark, inspector?" "What's behind you getting Dr Acland to show you an autopsy?" "You like watching bodies being cut up, do you?" "I was preparing for my role as Dr Jekyll." "You know, I resent being..." " ...spoken to as if I'm some" " Listen." "She's singing." "There." "Look, she's singing." "Oh, God!" "Stop him, somebody stop him!" "[DRAMATIC MUSIC] Stop him!" "Shsssh." "All right." "[CRASHING]" "Uh, uh-luh--- l-l-long hair." "Yellow hair, she's got b-beautiful yellow hair." "A man wearing armour." "What is this, Mansfield?" "He's having a vision, here, Inspector." "I think we should leave." "Like a, like--- like a knight with a sword." "A knight in armour." "A knight in armour." " [GASPING] God!" " Here, drink this." " He's cutting, he's cutting" " NO!" " Please. [GLASS SHATTERS]" "NOOO!" "You sure you're feeling better now, Robert?" "Quite sure." "Come back tomorrow, Richard and I'll tell you your future." "I'll show myself out." "You and Richard Mansfield seem to have struck up quite a friendship, Mr Lees." "My visions are never wrong." "Look for a man wearing armour, and a girl with long, yellow hair." "She'll die." "She's going to die." "[SCREECHING LAUGHTER, PIANOLA MUSIC]" "Billy!" "My GOD!" "What've they done to you?" "It's my own fault, I should learn to keep my mouth shut." " About what?" " Look." " I've got a job for you." " No, Billy, I'm not going out." " They say there's two men in a coach" " You don't have to go out." "It's at your place." "It's as safe as houses." "Millie, I got somethin' special for you." "Very special." "And it'll pay well, too." "Another drink, Mr Netley?" "No." "And it's Dr Netley." " Cup of tea, Sarge?" " Yeah." "[ARNOLD CLEARS THROAT]" " What's that, Sergeant?" " Oh, nothing, sir." "Just a few statements." " Where's Abberline?" " I think he went home, sir." "You think he went home, sir?" "The Commissioner wants to see him tomorrow." "Eleven o'clock." "Sharp." "Right, sir." "Mind where you're going, son." "And do that collar up." " Sarge." " Yes, Derek?" "That was the Chief Super from Scotland Yard." "I know, Derek." "Well, what's he doing in Whitechapel?" "I don't know." " What's that you're reading, Sarge?" " Derek, will you find something to do?" "Oh, all right." "[SINGING]" "Now come on, Millie, it's time to go." " All right, I'm coming!" " OH, BILLY DON'T PUSH HER!" "PUSH HER?" "I'M HELPING HER." "NOW COME ON." " He'll be here soon." " Billy." "It's her first night out in the street!" "Come on, pet." "[CRYING] Don't worry pet, it's all right." "Oh, come on, pet." "All right?" "Oh, listen, just don't get in any coaches and if you don't like the look of him, just--- ...go on in, you'll be safe inside." "[DRAMATIC MUSIC]" "You'll be all right." "I'll see ya tomorrow." "[DRAMATIC MUSIC]" " I thought you'd gone home." " Isn't this home?" "The Commissioner wants you." "Eleven o'clock tomorrow." "And these arrived." "At last." "Court circulars?" "Every engagement he's had for the last three months." "Now this is the London list, right?" " No." "Scotland." " What?" "The Prince has been in Scotland for the last ten weeks." " Are you sure?" " I've checked every guest list speech, shooting party on the whole royal circuit." "He never left Scotland, not for a day." "Well, well, well." "What price Mr Benjamin bloody Bates now, eh?" "Ha ha!" "[TRIUMPHANT MUSIC]" "[DRAMATIC MUSIC]" "[MARY JANE SINGS SOFTLY]" "[CONTINUES SINGING]" "Lee's was telling Mansfield's fortune...?" "Did you believe it?" "Not after he started flying round the room, no." "What d'you think they're up to?" "Your guess is as good as mine." "[DRAMATIC MUSIC]" "[CROWD SINGING]" "[DRAMATIC MUSIC]" "A knight in shining armour, and a girl with yellow hair." " Come on Fred, let's go home." " No, I'm gonna stay and have a think." "That was "think", not drink?" "Goodnight, George." "Don't forget the Commissioner." "Eleven o'clock tomorrow." "Yes, George." "[DRAMATIC MUSIC]" "[CROWD SINGING]" "[DRAMATIC MUSIC]" "[MARY JANE SINGING]" "[KNOCK AT DOOR] Come in, s'open." "Can I take your coat?" "[DISTORTED, ECHOING BREATHING] ls something wrong?" "Oh, dear God, no, no, God NO!" "[SCREAMING] NO!" "[PIANO PLAYING]" "Morning Mrs Curry." "Mrs Shultz." "Have your rent ready, I'll be round later." "Don't you never take no 'olidays?" "It's the Lord Mayor's parade..." " ...give us a rest." " Mummy, mummy!" " Mummy, it's the rent man." " Quick, get inside." "Pay yer tomorrow, John." "Right." "Rent." "Rent day." "[HE KNOCKS AGAIN]" "Come on, Mary." "Six weeks behind." "[OMINOUS MUSIC]" "Rent day." "[DRAMATIC MUSIC]" "Huh...!" "[CHIMES]" "You're quite sure the Prince was in Scotland on every single murder night?" "Those are the official court circulars, Commissioner." "His Royal Highness Prince Albert Victor, Duke of Clarence and Avondale thirtieth of August with the Queen at Invercoe." "Seventh of September at Glenmore." "Then Balmoral." "One night he dined with foreign royalty until one thirty in the morning." " It's all there." " So, unless he sprouted wings and flew to London in less than eight minutes" "He can't be Jack the Ripper." "He was four hundred miles away, with fifty witnesses." " Fifty?" " Butlers, footmen, valets." "Half the royal family, a dozen guests." "They're all listed." "[KNOCK AT DOOR] Come in." " Excuse me, Commissioner." " All right, Mr Arnold, I'm coming." "Ah." "Lord Mayor of London's parade today." "Annual farce." "Well, the people enjoy it, sir." "It's a public holiday." "They wouldn't enjoy it if they had to march through the streets dressed like a turkey." " May I have a word with you, sir?" " We can talk on the way." "No, Commissioner." "I think you should hear it now." "[DRAMATIC MUSIC]" "[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]" "[PARADE MUSIC] It's looking bad, John." "The locals are taking this very hard, Commissioner." "Yes, we all are, Tom." "We all are." "The eyes of a dead person record the last thing they see." "That's what I've heard." "Photographers brought a special lens just in case it's true." "Good day, gentlemen." "He's offered to resign." "Lost a good man." " Frederick, Mr Bowyer." " Ah, yeah." "So you er, came to collect the rent, Mr Bowyer?" " Now, what happened then?" " I looked through the window." "And then I saw these--- bits all over the room, down the walls." "There's nothing left, nothing left of her." "All right, old son." "It's all right." "It's okay." "A man in armour." "What are we gonna do, Fred?" "When we catch whoever did that, George I'm gonna kill him." "I wouldn't want to have to face him, John." "Sir?" "Who killed Mary?" "She was gonna meet someone special." " Who hated her like that?" "[SOBS]" " Shush." "ABBERLINE!" "ABBERLINE!" "There he is." " STRING HIM UP!" " Here, here." "HANG HIM." "[LAUGHTER]" "The police are your enemy." "They don't care about ordinary working people." " NO POLICE!" " CROWD:" "No police!" "NO POLICE!" "NO POLICE!" "NO POLICE!" " Fred, leave it!" " That scum." "I'll get him, George!" "HERE, YOU SEE?" "THAT'S YOUR ENEMY!" "NO POLICE!" "NO POLICE!" "NO POLICE!" "[BANGING ON DOOR] Mansfield!" "GODLEY:" "Mansfield, open this door!" "[BANGING] Mansfield, this is the police!" "Open the door!" "[BANGING] MANSFIELD, THIS ls THE POLICE!" "OPEN THE DOOR." " You can't come barging in here like this.!" " Where is he?" "MANSFIELD?" "!" " Where is he?" " Well, the theatre, probably." " What's this?" " It's a costume design for his next part Richard III." "Where is he?" "Hey, you!" "WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?" "I'm talking to you!" "Who the hell are you?" "I am his dresser, Sergeant, not his keeper." "He is leaving for America and I'm packing for him and that is all I know." "Where was he last night?" "With some unfortunate female, I suppose, he usually is." "Can't you see, his bed hasn't been slept in." "And so the coup de grace is done like this." "[SHE GASPS, THEN LAUGHS] Richard, that's wonderful." "Just hold that pose." "Yes, just like that." "I'll work as fast as I can." "You forgot this." " Where were you last night?" " Last night?" "With Robert Lees, and you were there." "Tuesday night, you slept with a young girl called Mary Jane Kelly." " She's dead." " Oh, really, and what'd she die of?" "She said she was gonna see someone special." "Where did you go, Mansfield, after you left Robert Lees?" " Freddie, please don't do this." " After I left Robert Lees?" "Ask the lady here." "Ask her!" "You gonna tell him?" "You're not?" "Richard and I had supper together." "And then?" " What happened then?" " I went home to an empty bed." "What else?" "You didn't think I'd damage a lady's honour here, did you?" "Miss Prentice." "I don't wanna finish this poster." "In fact, I don't want to continue our association." "You know, I don't like the company you keep." "Everyone you meet." "Everyone's a criminal to be hounded and accused." "Emma, last night a young woman..." " ...was pulled to threads by" " Why don't you accuse me?" "Shall I make up an alibi, shall I say I went to bed with him?" "Is that what you want to hear?" "Well, is it?" " Emma, please." " It's no use, Freddie." "We belong in different worlds, just" " Just stay out of mine." "It's Lancelot and Guinevere, for goodness' sake, of course he's wearing armour." "It's also a girl with long hair, now that's more than a coincidence, Mr Lees." "It's no coincidence at all!" "My physic visions are world famous." "Why do you think I advise the Queen, and half the nobility of England?" " Do you think I'm a fraud?" " Answer the question." " Have you see this picture before?" " It's a cheap reproduction." "You can buy them on any street corner." "So you never left this house, last night?" "Not for a minute?" "Sergeant Godley, please tell your Inspector Abberline that I am in no way connected with these murders." "And I resent any suggestion that I might be." "I approached you first, in order to help you." "But if you bother me again I shall use every means at my disposal to get you dismissed from the Force." "I am not without friends." "Now, please leave." "[TENSE MUSIC]" "[WATER SPLASHING]" "It's near somewhere, George." "It's gotta be." " Area?" " All killings within a mile of each other." "Then it could be local, but they used a coach." " Method?" " Organs removed." "Could be medical but there's no proof." "And they're drenched in blood." "Yes, so they've got to wash their clothes or throw them away." "And if they throw them away..." " ...they can't be poor." " They won't be poor." " Llewellyn?" " Our own police surgeon?" "Local, uncooperative, and he's got, of course, medical knowledge." "But he had an alibi for the Nichols murder." "A question mark." " Lusk?" " Political, violent." " And he knows the area." " But did he have the knowledge?" " Lees." " The Queen's own psychic medium." "No doctor's knowledge, and he's got an alibi for the Chapman murder." "But he described the knight in shining armour." "Acland, doctor, attended Chapman's inquest with a very weak excuse." "Leave him on." " Mansfield." " Your friend, the actor?" "Alibi for the Chapman killing but he knows about autopsies 'cause Acland showed him one." " Underline him." "Is that all?" " Yeah." "Mind you, you're pretty good with a razor." "So are you." "Put us both down." " Nice." " Yeah." "[DOOR OPENS]" "Lady Gull." "Good afternoon, Inspector." "I'm sorry to keep you waiting." " Would you like some tea?" " I gather Sir William is resting?" "Oh, he'll be down in a moment." "Any excuse to ignore doctor's orders." " Oh, is he ill?" " No, not really." "He had a small stroke some time ago and our son-in-law insists on a nap." "He's a doctor too, Dr Acland." "It's quite a battle, I can assure you." "A stroke?" "I, I didn't realise he had a stroke." "Oh, yes." "He hardly practises at all now, just, er, a day or two at the hospital." "He gets very depressed and tired, so don't tax him too much, will you?" "Ah." "Thank God." "Someone's come." "How about some tea, m'dear?" "No, I can see you've already thought of that." "I hope we're not interrupting anything, Sir William?" "Oh, good heavens, no." "When you grow old, they treat you as a child." "Send you to bed." "Now that you're here, I shall be allowed some cake." " Hm!" " Sit down, sit down." "Now, what can I do for you, gentlemen?" "Sir William, what kind of man could do that to a young girl?" "[SINISTER, PULSING MUSIC]" " Good God." "When did this happen?" " Last night." "What kind of man am I looking for, Doctor?" "It's what we now call a psychopath." "Mentally deranged person." "With a chronic sexual difficulty, I'd imagine." "According to the police surgeons who went in, there was never any actual" " No intercourse?" " No." "You surprise me." "Have you ever seen anything like that before, Doctor?" "Never." "I've engaged in vivisection, of course, it advances medical science." "But, what purpose there could be in this total destruction of a healthy human being I'm at a loss to understand." "How would I recognise him?" "That won't be easy." "He'd probably appear quite normal until his insanity rears its head." "We find that quite common." "We think there may be two of them, Sir William." "Two?" "Well, that is interesting." "They would have to be very sure of one another to share a thing like this." "Very sure indeed." "Family ties?" "Urm, possibly." "Some exotic religion perhaps?" "Politics anything which makes one man submit to the will of another." " Politics?" " Certainly." "Convince a little man that he's serving some great cause, some grand experiment, and he'll do practically anything for you." " Kill people?" " Of course." "He'll burn witches for you." "Torture your enemies for you." "And he'll do it with a smile, if he thinks it's right." "The history books are full of it." "Convince a little man." "There will always be leaders and followers, Inspector." "You even have them in the police, do you not?" "[LAUGHTER]" "[TENSE MUSIC] Come, my dear." "Come on, Theo, jump." "Good boy." "Where's Grand papa?" "[DRAMATIC MUSIC]" "Splendid." "Netley, will you wait?" "Ah, Inspector." "Caroline, this is Mr Abberline, you remember I told you about him." "Yes, of course." "How do you do, Inspector?" "And this is my son, Theo William." "You've been to see my father, Inspector?" "Ah, yes Mrs Acland, we've been er, talking to Sir William." "I hope you left him in a good mood?" "He can be quite a tyrant at times." "[LAUGHS] Well!" "Good day to you, gentlemen." "Good day, Dr Acland." "Mrs Acland." "Nice to see you again, miss." "Are you well?" " Yes, very well, thank you." " You remember John?" "Well, then, young man, how are you?" "[URGENT, DRAMATIC MUSIC]" "That's it, Fred, that's the coach." "They've taken off the royal crest, you see that?" "Yeah, the patch on the side, and that's John Netley from the Royal Mews." " "Convince a little man."" " We're gonna lose him, Fred!" "Bring him it at six, the cell routine." " Right." " We've got him, George we've got both of 'em, now go." "[PIERCING NOTE]" "[CHIMES]" "It's too late, Abberline, there's nothing I can do, not now." "But I need that document today, Commissioner with your signature on it." "There'll have been other documents today, Abberline." "Telegrams." "And the signature on this one will make my position very clear to you." ""This new and most ghastly murder shows the absolute necessity for some very decided action."" "Those are the words of the Queen, Abberline, this morning." " But Commissioner, you said yourself" " One hour ago the Secretary of State replied as follows." ""Mr Henry Matthews begs to inform Your Majesty..." ""...that the Cabinet have today decided to accept the resignation of the Police Commissioner, Sir Charles Warren."" " Does that answer your question?" " No, Sir Charles." "You are still Commissioner until midnight." "See my successor, Abberline, on Monday, please!" "You told me to bring you Jack the Ripper." "You sign that piece of paper, and I will." "Tonight!" "[DRAMATIC STING]" "[INDISTINCT, ECHOING SHOUTS]" "I WORK FOR THE ROYAL MEWS, I DO!" "SEE, PEASANTS?" "GET OFF!" "COME ON, THEN!" "You're gonna regret this." "Oh...!" "I WORK FOR IMPORTANT PEOPLE!" "Urgh." " We've noticed." " What this?" "Ah, ah-argh, oh, arh!" " Pick up the chalk." " You're breaking my arm!" "Agh!" "Ow!" "What chalk?" "The chalk on the floor!" "PICK IT UP!" " PICK IT UP!" " Agh!" "Right." "Now write on the wall..." " "THE JEWS--"" " I can't... [SOBS] ...I CAN'T WRITE!" "How do you study those medical books, then you snivelling little worm?" "WRITE!" " AH!" " "THE JEWS ARE THE MEN THAT WILL NOT BE BLAMED FOR NOTHING."" " LEAVE ME ALONE!" " WRITE!" "WRITE!" " Agh!" " "THE JEWS--" "THE JEWS--"" ""J"." ""U", "W"..." " "E", "S"." " Agh!" "Agh!" "Agh!" "You're gonna hang, "Dr Netley"!" "HANG, you BASTARD!" "Faster!" "Come on, faster!" "It's not just the writing on the wall." "It's the pimp." "THE PIMP!" "What pimp?" "I don't know no pimp!" "The pimp who got you Mary Jane Kelly, you little runt." "He's gonna point you out to us, isn't he?" "I TOLD YER." "I DON'T KNOW ANY PIMP" "Why d'you hang the royal crest on the side of your coach?" "!" "Wh-what royal crest?" "In case you got stopped, wasn't it?" "When the coach was full of blood." "Nobody'd dare open the door, if they thought it was a royal coach." "[WEEPING] Leave me alone." "What did he promise you?" "Money?" "Lots of money?" "For you to become a doctor, was it?" "Well, he's laughing at you, because now you're gonna hang." "Except for this." "This piece of paper, John Netley, is your life." "Listen very carefully to every golden word." "RODMAN!" "[HAMMERING ON DOOR]" ""---Whereas, on November the ninth, at Millers Court, Spitalfields Mary Jane Kelly was murdered."" "Rodman, police." "Open up!" ""The Secretary of State will advise the grant of Her Majesty's pardon..." ""...to any accomplice who shall give such information..." ""...as shall lead to the conviction of the person or persons who committed the murder."" "RODMAN!" "WHAAT?" "!" "Now, look, bottom left-hand corner, that is signed Sir Charles Warren." "Commissioner of the Metropolitan Police." " The French girl, Annette." " Inside." "Oi, come 'ere, you bleeder." "Now, God help me." "That is a Queen's pardon." "But you are gonna have to earn it." "You are gonna bring out Jack the Ripper - tonight." "[DRAMATIC MUSIC]" "Out you go, Rodman, and shut the door." "Remember me?" "I was hear two months ago with a man called Mansfield." "An actor." "You called him Dixie." " Remember?" " Ah!" " You are police, oh, no!" " Don't be frightened." " But I have done nothing wrong." " I know that." "Now, listen." "How would you like us to pay for you to go back to Paris?" " Paris?" " Um hm." " Oh!" " Or--- or, uh, wherever you want to go." "I mean twenty pounds." "[SHE GASPS]" "Oh!" " But why?" " Because we need your help." "Do the police know the identity of the Ripper?" "Read all about it!" "Commissioner resigns." "Jack the Ripper - is his identity known?" "Do the police know the identity of Jack the Ripper?" "Late paper." "[DRAMATIC MUSIC]" "Do the police know the identity of Jack the Ripper?" "Read all about it." "[CHILLING MUSIC]" "I've packed everything, Mr Mansfield." "So what're you waiting for?" "Well, it is customary at the end of an engagement to offer one's dresser a small token of appreciation." "I'll take this down for you." "The coach will be here soon." "Good night, Dr Acland." "[CHILLING MUSIC]" "What are you looking at?" "Good evening, sir." "Can I help you?" "Where's Abberline?" "I, I don't know, sir." "[URGENT MUSIC]" "What's that about?" "I'll see him again in the morning, all right?" "Thank you Dr Llewellyn, and good night." "Good night." "[FOOTSTEPS]" "[FOOTSTEPS]" "Wait there, sir." "[SCREAMS]" "ABBERLINE:" "George, George!" " George!" " GODLEY:" "Let her go!" "RUN!" "GODLEY:" "GO, GET OUT OF IT!" "[SCREAMING]" "Agh!" "Handcuffs, George!" "Handcuffs!" "[RIPPER GROANS]" " Got him?" " Yeah." "That's it." " MY WORK!" " Gull!" "Get away." "MY WORK!" "YOU'RE DESTROYING MY WORK!" "The great experiment!" "The mind!" " He's mad." " THE MIND!" "The great experiment...!" "They're only WHORES." "They're only WORTHLESS WHORES!" "You're destroying it all!" "Urghh!" "NO!" "[GUNSHOTS, HORSE WHINNYING]" "Argh!" "[PIERCING NOTE]" " Get out the way, George." " No, Fred!" " GET OUT THE WAY, GEORGE." " NO, FRED!" "YOU'LL HANG!" "[MUSIC BUILDS IN TENSION]" "He's" " He's breathing." "He's alive." "[WEEPING]" "Come on, tut tut tut." "There, there." " Well, Dr Acland?" " It's a massive cerebral haemorrhage." "If the bleeding continues he could expire within the next few hours." "And if it stops?" "Weeks, months." "He's as good as dead now, Commissioner." "He'll never recover." "What was your father-in-law working on, Dr Ackland?" "What?" "He kept talking about his "work"." "What kind of work?" "[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]" "He hardly had any." "He was a sick man, he" " Oh, my God." " What was it?" "What was he working on?" "!" "Dementia praecox, with a particular reference to the splitting of the mind." "Two minds in one, like Jekyll and Hyde?" "It's true he saw the human mind as having two sides, like a single coin." "The sane and the insane, but I hardly think you can interpret that as" "He called it "an experiment"." "What kind of experiment?" "I wasn't privy to all his researches, Inspector." " ANSWER THE QUESTION!" " Abberline, please." "To him, insanity was a disease like any other." "Something to be understood before it could be cured." "UNDERSTOOD?" "SO HE USED THOSE WOMEN AS GUINEA PIGS IN SOME MAD EXPERIMENT?" "FOR GOD'S SAKE, MAN, HE'D HAD A STROKE!" "HE WAS THE GUINEA PIG!" "TRYING TO UNDERSTAND HIS OWN DEMENTIA!" "YOU MEAN HE WAS MAD?" " There's no need for this." " Yes there is!" "WAS HE MAD?" "!" "YES!" "[DOOR SHUTS]" "How many people know the truth?" " Civilians, I mean?" " Civilians?" "Ah the coachman, and the girl." " Why?" " Netley won't talk in case he's judged equally guilty." "The girl can be paid." "That leaves you, me, and Godley." "All serving officers holding the Queen's warrant." "What are you saying, sir?" "For the next eighteen minutes, I'm still Commissioner of the Metropolitan Police." " You're not thinking of keeping this quiet?" " The man's as good as dead." "He'll never stand trial, why cause more damage?" "Damage?" "HE'S A KILLER!" "He's also the Queen's doctor, and a brilliant scientist." " HE'S KILLED FIVE WOMEN!" " LISTEN TO ME!" "Just listen to what I have to say." "If you don't agree, you can talk to my successor." "But I warn you, his response will almost certainly be the same as mine." "Sit down." "Huh." " Goodnight, sir." " Goodnight, Sergeant." "Enjoy your retirement, sir." " What happens now?" " Nothing." "Nothing?" "Why ruin the lives of two more women?" "Innocent wife and daughter." "Why bring medical science into disrepute?" "Is that what Warren said?" "That's what they'll all say." "The new Commissioner, the Prime Minister." "Maybe even the Queen herself, if she gets to hear about it." "The the files will start to disappear and they'll stamp the case "unsolved"." "Oh, what?" "He's guilty!" "And he's the Queen's doctor." "The implications." "The scandal." "The political upheaval." "Think of the public good, George." "Think of the public good." " What did you expect, my old friend?" " Justice." "That's what I expect." "Straightforward, bloody justice." "Then you should've let me shoot him shouldn't yer?" "Shouldn't yer?" "NARRATION:" "Sir William Withey Gull lived on for fourteen months." "In breach of medical custom and practice his death was certified by his own son-in-law Dr Theodore Dyke Acland." "Cause of death:" "cerebral haemorrhage." "John Netley died under the wheels of his own coach in 1903." "His death was recorded as accidental." "Sir Charles Warren went on to fight in the Boer War and later helped build the Boy Scout movement." "He died in 1927." "Robert James Lees published several books on telepathy and reincarnation." "He died in 1931." "The actor Richard Mansfield returned to America, where he married his leading Lady, Beatrice Cameron." "He died in 1907." "George Godley rose to the rank of Inspector and retired in 1908." "And, after investigating the famous Cleveland Street scandal Detective Inspector Frederick Abberline left the Police Force." "He died in 1929." "[END THEME]"