Terror at London Bridge (1985) - full transcript

(HOOF BEATS)

(SCREAMING)

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

MAN: He's heading
for the bridge.
Don't let him get away.

(WHISTLING)

MAN: Come along, lads.
Let's not lose him now.

(GUNSHOTS FIRING)

I still don't know
why we're stopping here.

We're just gonna be
that much later
getting to Vegas.

There's something
I want you to see.

It's a very special
tourist attraction.



I hate tourist attractions.

Oh, trust me,
you'll be so glad
you saw this one.

WOMAN: Keep your eyes closed.

MAN: This is silly.

-I want you to get
the full impact.
-What?

Okay. Okay. All right.

You can open your eyes.

There it is.
(CHUCKLES)

It's the real London Bridge.

They brought it here
all the way from England,
stone by stone.

Oh, I can't wait
to walk across.

Oh, hey, I am starving.

We can walk
across after we eat.
Come on.

There must be
a restaurant around here
that's still open.



Thank you.

I have been meaning
to ask you, does everybody
around here dress like that?

I mean, this is the middle
of the Arizona desert.

Oh, sure.
Half the village does.

Local color.

Well, are you folks coming
to the big dedication
tomorrow morning?

Dedication?

Yeah.
Marks the final completion
of the bridge.

But I thought
they completed it
back in 1971.

Except for one missing stone.

Few months ago,
they found the stone

at the bottom
of the Thames river.

It's been down there
for almost 100 years.

So they shipped it over
and fit it back in the bridge

and tomorrow
is the big dedication.

Well, I'm afraid
we're gonna have to miss that.

We're leaving for Las Vegas
in the morning.
Right, hon?

He's right.
I guess we'll just have to
miss it. Thank you.

-Thank you.
-Good night.

We better get to the hotel.

You said we could cross
London Bridge.

Hey, you read the gate sign.
The whole place
shuts down at 10:00.

Everybody's supposed
to be gone by 10:30.
The bridge is closed.

Besides,
I'm worried we won't be able
to get a hotel room this late.

Honey, we can walk
across the bridge

in the morning
before we leave.

I wanna cross it tonight

when it's all dark and empty
and mysterious looking.

Tell you what.
You go check in
first at the hotel,

I'll be right over. I promise.

-Promise?
-Promise.

You better hurry
or we're not gonna get a room.

(CLOCK CHIMING)

Ow!

Help!

Somebody help me!

Help!

(SCREAMING)

Help!

(MARCHING BAND PLAYING)

And now, as Lord Mayor
of the city of London,

I take great pride
in officially unveiling
this final stone,

drawn up from the river Thames
and dedicated here today

to mark the true
and final completion
of London Bridge.

(APPLAUDING)

Thank you, my Lord Mayor.

We are indeed honored
by your presence here today.

This stone,
now officially placed,

forms yet another link
in the mighty chain
of friendship forged

between our two countries,
Great Britain and
the United States of America.

As London Bridge
itself symbolizes
this enduring bond,

a bond that extends for us...

-Are you Peter Dawson,
Chief of Police?
-Yes.

I was told to talk to you
about my wife.
I'm very worried about her.

She didn't
come back to the hotel.

Tell you what,
I'm on duty here now.

Could it be possible for you
to go down to the station?

After the ceremony
we can talk.

But we'll talk now, damn it.
My wife is missing.

I demand that you
do something about it.

Get rid of him.

Gregory. Gregory.

You report it to me,
right this way.
We'll look into it.

No...

So what do you think of him?

Of who?

The new cop. Don Gregory.

He's only been here
a month from Chicago
and he's single.

Let's just have
a seat in the shade here.

Look, I'm Dave Williamson.
Alice, well, she's my wife.

We're just passing through
on the way to Vegas.

I left Alice here
at the bridge a little after
10:00 last night.

-Why'd you do that?
-Well, she wanted
to walk across.

But I was exhausted
and worried we wouldn't
be able to book a room,

so I took off to the hotel.
She was gonna meet me there.

Okay.
What'd you do after that?

I went straight to the hotel.

I had been driving all day,
I was really beat.

I fell asleep
waiting for Alice.

When I woke up,
it was daylight
and she wasn't back.

I went over
to the police station,
they told me to come here.

Look, something's
happened to her.
I know it.

Mr. Williamson,
how much money did your wife
have in her purse?

That's what worries me.

We were on our way to Vegas,
planning on doing
some gambling

and Ally had a lot of cash
in her purse.

How much is a lot?

Over $1,000.

$1,000.

We'll be in touch, okay?

Don't worry about your wife.
People don't
just disappear in Havasu.

Come.

(MOTOR BOAT DRONING)

(GASPS) My God!

All right, you say
you've never seen
the woman before?

No.

No. Not...

You okay? Take it easy.

Yeah. It's just, I've never...
I've never seen
anybody who's been...

I can understand that.
You own the Lucky Lady?

Yeah. I run river tours
on the weekends

and I hire up
for fishing during the week.

Who was she?

She was a tourist.
Her name is Alice Williamson.

Why would
anybody want to kill her?

I don't know that yet.

Is it okay if I go?

I just can't think
of anything else
I might be able to tell you.

Yeah, sure.
I'll have one of my men
drive you home.

Uh, that's all right.
My car is...
It's here at the marina.

I can drive myself.

Are you sure you're okay?
You seem pretty shaken.

I'll be okay. Really.

All right. We'll be in touch.

Yeah.

WOMAN: Officer Kennedy,
please report to
stairway location.

MAN: This area
is now under police control

and is restricted
to authorized personnel only.

Hey, Don.

Yeah. We got the prelim report
back from the lab
on the deceased.

They found
a fragment of clothing

underneath
one of her fingernails.

Dawson thinks
you better take a look at it.

Okay, I'll stop by
once I'm finished here.

Did you find anything?

Well, blood stains up there
prove she was killed
at the bridge.

Body was pitched
into the water

and looks like the current
traveled it to Thompson Bay.

Yeah? Well, you got problems.

Detective, I just talked to
the City Council.
They're very upset.

-About what?
-Well, closing the village.

It's a fine time
you picked to do it, too.

I mean, yesterday
we had everybody here.
Major media coverage.

Some of them are still here
and you're driving them away.

Mr. Whitfield,
we're conducting a search

in the investigation
of a homicide.

We can't have a herd of people

stampeding through here
while we're doing it.

What do you expect to find?
There's no mystery about it.

Oh, really?

The woman
had cash in her purse.
Her purse is missing.

Obviously some
passing transient killed her
for the money, some road bum.

Probably half way
to Phoenix by now.

You should
have been a detective.

Now look, Detective Gregory,
I don't intend
to argue with you.

Now as head
of the City Council,

I demand that you
reopen the village
immediately.

The village will be reopened
once we complete the search

and not a minute before.

(EXHALES)

I'm going to
the Chief of Police
with this.

Well, you do that,
Mr. Whitfield.

You'll find out
that I'm acting
on his authority.

Now, that is a mean man
to have against you.

He packs a lot of power
in this town.

I wasn't hired
to promote local business,
all right?

Come on.
We got a killer to catch.

Just walk soft around the man.
That's all I'm saying.

I got it. I got it.

MAN: Officer Barlow, check out
the Chamber of Horrors.

Elmore, Edwards, Cahill,
cover the other shops
along that side.

This came from under
the nail of the deceased's
right forefinger.

What about
the clothing it came from?
You got anything on that?

Not yet.
We're sending a fiber sample
down to Phoenix.

They should
be able to help us.

But let me show you something.

Take a look at this.

That's blood
from Alice Williamson.

-So?
-So check this.

That's blood, too,
but not hers.

Yet it came
from the same blade.

A fragment must have
adhered to her throat.

So it's possible
this guy has killed before
using the same weapon.

Could be.
Killer could have cut himself,
blood could be his.

But I don't make guesses.
That's your department.

Thanks a lot.
I'll see you around.

You'll let us know
when you hear from Phoenix,
won't you?

You got it.

Detective Gregory.
Hi, I'm Elaine Gardner

from the
San Francisco Dispatch.

-Hi.
-I've been waiting here
to talk with you.

-How'd you get my address?
-From Detective Nez.

I told him
I needed to speak to you
after you got off from work.

What about?

The Williamson murder.
I'm looking
for personal angles.

And since
you're the officer in charge
of the investigation...

Weren't you at
the bridge dedication
yesterday?

(CHUCKLES)
That's what originally
brought me down here

to Havasu, the bridge story.

But for this trip,
I'm ending up
with a much better one.

Can we talk inside?

I'd really appreciate
getting your views
on this case.

As long as
what I say is off the record.
I don't want to be quoted.

Agreed?

Agreed.

Now can we go inside?

-Yeah, sure.
I'm down at the end.
-All right.

(CLOCK CHIMING)

Oh, there you are.
Boy, did we screw up.

What do you mean?

I should've never given
that reporter your address

and you should've
never talked to her.

It's okay, pal.
It was off the record.

That's what she said.

Damn it.

The chief is very upset.

Well, I can't understand why.

-He wants to see you.
-Mmm-hmm.

BOTH: Now?

Now.

What the hell
is this all about?

I answered
some questions off the record

and the lady
promised not to quote me.

Sit down.

Whitfield
and the City Council people

are convinced
this was a random killing.

Now you come out
with a piece in the paper
rejecting their theory.

Told it the way I see it.

(SIGHS) And just how is that?

There's something weird
about this murderer.

I don't think Alice Williamson
was killed for the money
in her purse.

What makes you say that?

Pete, true crime happens to be
a hobby of mine.

I've been a student
of criminal behavior
all my life.

Now I'm telling you
the MO is all wrong here.

If this was some road bum
out to score her purse,

he'd club his victim
or flash a knife to scare her.

He wouldn't cut her throat.

That's a theory, Gregory.
That's all it is.

It's a theory
and it's your theory.

I don't want
to see your theories
in the newspaper. All right?

It's Lake Havasu,
it's not Chicago.

Around here
we do things my way.

I mean, it's no big deal,
we just do it my way.

Hey.

You read me, don't you?

-Loud and clear.
-Good. Out!

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Yeah.

We got the lab report
in from Phoenix.

And?

It's a little spooky.

I double checked on
what they found
and it's what they found.

You'd better get over here.

Okay, I'm hooked.
Be right there.

-Hi.
-Hi.

This is the report.

This is the spooky part.

Yeah, I see what you mean.

You're absolutely
certain this fabric
comes from the last century?

Absolutely.

We don't have
the lab equipment for
dating fabric here in Havasu,

but Phoenix does
and I did double-check.

It's just that
your everyday killer
doesn't run around

wearing 100-year-old clothes.

That's not all,
there's the blood.

You mean
from Alice Williamson.

No, the other fragment
we found on her throat.

Well, what about it?

Well, judging from the texture
and the coloration

and the general composition
of the fragment,

it's old blood.

How old?

Well, there's no way
to tell for certain.

You can't date blood
the way you can cloth,

but if you a want
a ball park estimate,

it's possible that
it's also from
the last century.

100-year-old blood.

Don't quote me.
That's strictly unofficial.

Like you said, spooky.

See you. Thanks a lot.

I thought maybe
you wanted a ride home.

Yes, thank you.

Sorry. Come on.

-So, you're
checking out again.
-That's right.

How much do I owe you
this time?

You know, you're getting to be
our best customer,

coming and going
the way you do.

I know, three trips down here
in the same month.

But I think I've tracked
everyone I need to.

Are you doing another story

about the murder
for that newspaper of yours?

No, this one's a feature
for a major New York magazine,

an exclusive.

Uh, would you
like me to call you a cab?

Uh, no, thanks.
I'm not going
to the airport quite yet.

I wanna prowl
around some more,

kind of get
one last impression.

-Well, suit yourself.
-Bye-bye.

Bye!

Listen, you be careful,
you hear?

Here, in the shadow
of this ancient bridge,

at this place
of violent murder,

it's easy to imagine
how Alice Williamson
must've felt

with the killer
stalking her in the darkness.

-I can feel the...
-(THUDDING)

(SIGHS)

I can feel
the vibrations of death here.

Walking these
dark streets alone,
here in the village,

is like being
part of another era,
another century,

a violent time of disease,
starvation and murder.

(GASPS)

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

You all right?

I'm sorry.

I got carried away.

You?

I almost got carried away.

Where the hell did you learn
how to box like that?

South side of Chicago,
you learn real fast.

Yeah? Uh.

Wait, wait, wait.

-You sure you're okay?
-Yeah.

The locker room's this way.

I know.

Well, you were
pretty intense out there.

Something bugging you?

Remember that reporter
who got me
in trouble with Dawson?

Yeah, what about her?

Well, she came back
in town again.

Left a message
on my answering machine,

said she wanted to apologize
for the news story.

Asked me to phone
her at the motel.

So did you?

Yeah, I did.
I couldn't reach her.

I checked back
at the motel this morning,

they said she left
again last night.

Gone back to Frisco.

Yeah, that's what I figured
so I phoned up there.

They hadn't heard
from her either.

They don't know where she is.

She took off on another story.
Reporters do that, you know.

Maybe.

But she didn't use
a rental car.

And none of the local cabbies
remember driving her
to the airport.

You think she's still in town?

I don't know.

I just hope she didn't run
into the same weirdo
Alice Williamson did.

Hey, hey!

Will you listen to yourself?

You're letting
the Williamson case
get to you.

Now look, you come out here
from Chicago
to ease up on your life.

So why don't you
take advantage of
what we've got around here?

We got the mountains,
the lake, the desert.

Come on, the only thing
you've seen
since you've been here

is the back of your desk.

What do you say?

I say I think
you're absolutely right.
I could use some R&R.

-All right.
-Okay, thanks.

I think
I know just who to call.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(CLEARS THROAT) Hello?

Hi, it's Don Gregory.

Detective Gregory, yeah.

Is this another official call?

Nope, it's a personal one.

Wanna make a reservation
on your boat
for Wednesday.

-Oh, you wanna fish?
-I sure do.

Well, have you
done much fishing?

Are you kidding?
I'm an old Lake Michigan boy.

Okay. Well, just be
at the marina about 8:00.

We'll leave
at 8:15 sharp. Got it?

You got it. I'll be there.

Oh, can I help you?

I'm in need of lodging.
You have rooms?

I sure do. How long
do you plan on staying?

A while.

Would you
mind registering, sir?

Just your name
and address, please.

No home address?

I'm from overseas.
I'm just visiting
your country.

Oh, first time over here?

Yes.

My first.

Um, well, here's your key.
Number 10,
just down a few doors.

-Good day.
-Hello.

My name is Roger Edington
and you are?

Lynn Chandler.

A pleasure.

And you are
the librarian here?

Yes, that's right.

I happen to be
fascinated with the past.

Would you have anything
on modern American history?

Of course. Our history section
is just right down there
in Section D, to the left.

Would you like me to show you?

How very kind of you.

Hope you
don't mind my saying so,

but I love
your English accent.

I take it you work
in the village.

My clothes.

Yes, I am
one of the Britishers

recently imported
to your fair city to,

shall we say,
help authenticate
the atmosphere.

At least the wage
is attractive.

Oh, you don't like it here?

I miss London, terribly.

And I may as well confess it,

I am quite lonely here
in your sunny Arizona.

Dining alone, for instance.
It's most disagreeable.

Perhaps, at some future time,
we might dine together.

Or am I being too forward?

No.

(CHUCKLES)

No, no. I... I think
that would be very nice.

Splendid.

I really must be going.
I didn't realize it
was so late.

No time
for history today, I fear.

Oh, well, the books are here.

They'll be waiting for you
when you want them.

Thank you.

I very much
enjoyed our conversation.

So did I.

-Hey.
-Hi.

Did those books
arrive from Phoenix?

-Yeah, they just came
in this morning.
-Great.

I was just gonna call you.

Here's my card.

I know who you are.

So, you're going out
with Angie on the boat, huh?

How'd you know that?

Oh, we're old pals.
She mentioned your call.

Yeah, I'm going out
on Wednesday
and give it a try.

-Good luck.
-Thank you.

Howdy.

Hi.

Where's your gear?

Back in Chicago.
You do rent equipment,
don't you?

Oh, yeah. Sure we do.
No problem.

-Even got the bait.
-Terrific.

-Get the stern line, will you?
-You got it.

Excuse me.

That's the stern line.

(CHUCKLES)

-I knew that.
-Uh-huh.

-Okay, we're off.
-(MOTOR WHIRRING)

Tom Hale.
This is my wife, Lucy.

Don Gregory.

Looks like a good day
for fishing, Greg.
So you're an old hand, huh?

Oh, yeah, yeah.
I'm an old hand.

You got one of those...

(LAUGHS)

One of those.

(VOCALIZING)

An old Lake Michigan boy, huh?

(SIGHS) I lied.
I've never been
fishing before in my life.

-Then why are you out here?
-Simple.

I wanted to see you again,
get to know you.

You're not married, are you?

No, I'm not married.
I've been close
a couple of times.

As a matter of fact,
I just had
a relationship breakup

before I came out here.

You leave here
or did she leave you?

Little bit of both, I guess.

Something happened
on the job in Chicago
and she couldn't handle it.

What about you?

Oh, my husband died
about three years ago.

Sorry.

Rough, huh?

Yeah, it was,
for a while anyway.

After his death,
I went over and lived
with my sister in Phoenix.

And then I came out here.

I got used to being alone.

Now I like it.

TOM: (LAUGHING)
Hey, I got one.

(DOOR CLOSES)

-Who's there?
-ANGIE: It's me.

Oh, come on in.
I'm almost finished.

Hi.

So, how did it go?

How did what go?

Your date with Don Gregory.

My date! He pays me
to take him fishing
and he can't even fish.

Proves it was a date.
He was fishing for you.

Mmm-hmm.

You admit it.

He's really a nice guy.

I just get
the feeling things move

a little faster
in Chicago, you know.

Oh, Angie,
what's holding you back?

I don't know.

I just don't think
I'm ready for another
heavy relationship right now,

especially with a Chicago cop.

Like Havasu cop.

He asked me
to go riding with him.

You going?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

So how's your love life?

-Please.
-(CHUCKLING)

-But it could be
about to improve.
-Yeah?

I just met
this very British guy,

I mean accent and everything.

Talked about
inviting me out for dinner.

Talked about it?
What does that mean?

Well, you know
how reserved the British are.

But I think the next time
he comes in for some books,
he'll ask me out.

Said he was
real lonely here in Arizona.

Does he work here
in the village?

Yeah.

And my mother's birthday
is coming up
so I'll probably end up there.

Oh, that'll be convenient.

Yes, I mean,
I may just bump into him.

(LAUGHING)

Who knows,
maybe we'll both get lucky.

You mean you're going riding.

Well, I'm considering it.

Okay,
I'm done considering it.
I'm going.

WOMAN: Havasu Sun.

Sorry, he's not available.
He's in a meeting right now.

Harry, you got that...

So, why don't you
tell the folks, Ed,

that there's no further reason
to fear any violence
around here?

Well, then you've solved
the August 7th murder?

We are absolutely satisfied
Mrs. Williamson
fell victim to a random act.

Random, that means
it won't happen again.

But you don't have the killer.

Oh, come on, Ed,
if he were still in the area,
we would have him by now.

The guy was a transient,

that means,
this type of criminal,

he strikes and then he splits,
you know.

When I interviewed
Detective Gregory
right after the crime,

he rejected the theory
of a transient killer.

Yeah, well, I think...

I think Don
just about changed his mind
on that score.

What do you say, buddy boy?

It's possible that a transient
killed Alice Williamson.

It's the only
logical assumption, Don.

Well, then
that's what I'll write.

Good, that about
wraps it up then, Ed.

Much obliged.
See you down at the club.

Come on.

I was hoping you would
back me up with a little more
enthusiasm in there.

I'm not much of a politician.

I'm not asking
for political posturing,
Gregory.

I'm asking
for departmental loyalty.

There is a difference,
hotshot.

Dawson has a right to be mad.

Look, there's absolutely
no reason to believe

that this is anything
other than a random killing.

I got a reason.

-What,
your vanishing reporter?
-Yep.

Called the
San Francisco newspaper.

She hasn't showed up yet.

They still don't know
where she is.

Are they worried?

No.

No, she's a freelancer really.
Doesn't even work there.

She just zips
around chasing stories.

There you go.
Now, if they're not worried,
why are you?

I'd just like
to know where she is.

Oh.

-Whoa!
-Whoa!

You wanna stop?

I thought you'd never ask.

Oh!

It was fun, huh?

I didn't know riding
was so much work.

You like to shoot?

What?

Shoot. You know, target shoot.

It's kind of a hobby of mine.
I'm not too bad at it either.

Come on here.

Come on.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What do you think?

I'll get all three
for three, huh?

Go for it.

Now let's see.

One.

I don't believe I missed that.

I don't believe
I missed the last one.

-Pretty good.
-Not too bad.

Want to give it a try?

-No, thanks. I'll pass.
-Pass?

I thought cops and guns
went together
like ham and eggs, right?

No, thanks.

Well, if you really
don't want to, that's okay.

Sit down for a second.

Remember I told you
that something happened
on the job in Chicago?

And everything went
kind of haywire afterwards?

Yeah, but you
didn't say what it was.

I shot a kid.

I killed him.

Wanna talk about it?

Well, I haven't, with anybody.
Not since it happened.

Maybe you need
to talk about it.

This kid was robbing
a liquor store.
It was a night job.

We got the call first,
my partner took
the street door

and I went around back.

That's when the kid came out,
right at me.

He had a sack of money
and what...

Sack of money in one hand,

and what I thought
was a gun in the other.

You couldn't be sure?

No, it was dark.

It was raining really hard.

One of those
damn blinding
Chicago thunderstorms.

Anyway,
when the kid came at me,

I saw something
flash in his right hand.

So I fired.

And I hit him in the chest.

And he died
later that night
in the hospital.

-And he didn't have a gun?
-It was a can opener.

Kid had sharpened
the end of it.

Naturally, there was a hassle.

I was suspended
for about a month.

That's when
Jen and I split up.

When I went back on the force,
I wasn't much good. I...

I just wasn't functioning.

I just wanted to
get the hell out of Chicago

and out of police work
altogether.

And this job came along.

Well, look,
everybody makes mistakes,

cops make mistakes.
Everybody does.

I don't wanna
ever have to fire a gun again.

Angie, that kid,

he was only 14.

(SIGHS)

*

Phew!

Hey. Thank you.

-For what?
-Well, for cheering me up.

I feel a whole lot better,
you know,
spending time with you now.

Good, I'm glad.

I love desert nights,
all the stars out,
the clean air.

A lot different
from Chicago, huh?

Yeah, different.
That's the word for it.

Look how beautiful
the bridge is.

-You know, I wanted to
ask you a question.
-Uh-oh.

-More questions.
-Yep.

Whatever made you
wanna become a cop?

Well, my dad was a cop,
his dad was a cop.

Guess it just runs
in the family.

Seemed like the thing to do.

Well, didn't you
ever want to be
anything else?

You know, as a little boy?

Well, sure I did,
but I wasn't equipped
to be one.

Be what?

Prima ballerina.

(LAUGHS)

How about you?
What did you wanna be
when you were a little girl?

-Straight answer?
-Straight answer.

I wanted to be a psychiatrist,
you know.

I wanted to help people
with their emotional problems.

But I never went to college
and Dad had this boat service

and I just ended up
taking it over.

Well, you sure helped me.

I mean, I've been
pretty screwed up
for quite a while now.

I'm glad I found you.

You mean that?

*

What do you think?

Uh-uh.
No, you're not supposed
to touch them.

The heat from human flesh
can melt the wax.

I'm sorry.
It's just that
I'm new here and I...

Oh, well, we're very strict

and if you break our rules,
you must be punished.

-Punished?
-Yes.

Well, follow me.
I'll show you.

This is Newgate Prison.

And why are you
taking me here?

Well, to show you
the punishment
that could befall you

if you touch the candles.

See?

While we're on
the subject of punishment,

may I ask,
have you ever seriously

considered
the concept of good and evil?

Well, yes, of course.

Why?

Could we talk?
Go somewhere,
away from all these people?

Sure, we could
walk along the river.
It's quiet there.

Yes, that would be charming.

Obviously
you're from England, right?

Yes, from the London area.

I left rather abruptly.
Things are
quite new to me here.

And what about you?

Do you live here,
in Lake Havasu?

Hmm-mmm,
I'm the head librarian.

I suppose you could say
I've lived most of my life
inside of books.

Are you by chance
a student of scripture?

Oh, no. Not really.

I'm not very religious.

But you believe in punishment
for breaking the law.

Oh, yes, but...

I was only joking back there.

About Newgate Prison.

You didn't think
I was serious, did you?

Punishment is
always a serious matter

and those who transgress
must be dealt with.

I have really enjoyed
talking to you,

but I should
probably get back.

I have to buy my mother
a birthday present, in fact.

You must listen
to what I'm telling you.

No. I must get back.

You can't go.
I won't allow it.

I'm afraid you'll have to.

You heard what the lady said.

I'm so glad to see you.

I leave you now, dear lady,

but I trust
we shall meet again.

Sir.

I feel like a princess
that's just rescued
from a dragon.

I'm just glad
I happened along when I did.

He seemed to be upsetting you.

You're just what
I told my friend Angie
you are,

a real British gentleman.

So you spoke of me
to your friend.

-I hope you don't mind.
-Not at all.

(SIGHS)
That man really frightened me.

It is true, my dear Lynn,

that many people
in life can be frightening.

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

You guys are really lucky
'cause this entire area
is rich in bird life.

Now, the best know river duck
is the Mallard.

The male Mallard
is identified
by its green neck,

while the female
has a light brown...

Look, Mr. Daly,
there's a floating lady.

Get back, children.

Get back now.
Get back, all of you.

Go on, get back.
Get way back, right now.

-(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
-Come in.

Thought you'd wanna see these.

You think
this boot print's significant,
don't you?

Yeah, we found
that at the river bank,

at a spot not far
from the English village.

It's where
the killer dumped the body.

How do you know that?

Well, when he put her
in the water,

her scarf snagged
on this branch,

which ties the boot print
directly to the killer.

The depth of the impression
of the boot

shows that he was
carrying the body at the time.

So you think
same guy did both, right?

Yep, same MO

and the lab report verifies

the fact that
the murder weapons
are probably identical.

I'm asking you
for authorization
to close down the village.

Both murders
are tied into that area.

If I shut down the village,
I catch hell from Whitfield,
the City Council.

And if you don't,
more people are gonna
be killed by this maniac.

Pete, I'm telling you.
He's out there.

Look, I'm still concerned
we haven't located
that female reporter.

And if I close down
the village,

I may as well
close down the city

because tourism
is what this city is all about
or haven't you noticed?

I realize you're gonna
get heat from Whitfield
and his people,

but we can't risk
anymore lives here.

You really believe
this creep's
gonna stop killing

if I shut down the village?

Ain't going to happen, man.

Well, we won't know
that until we try.

At least no more women
will be getting

their throats cut
on London Bridge.

For how long
do you want it closed?

Till the killer's found.

(SIGHS)

It's no good.

We don't know when
or even if we're gonna
catch the guy.

Best I can do is post
several plainclothes
officers in the village.

I cannot authorize
its shutdown.

You mean you won't, not can't.

Hey, don't push it, hotshot.

I do what I can.

Yeah, sure you do.
Sure you do.

ANGIE: I just can't
believe Lynn's dead.

(SNIFFLING) We knew each other
ever since high school,
you know.

We came here to
Havasu together and she...

She got...

Why did it have to be Lynn?

Did she say anything more
about this British guy?

No.

(SIGHS)
She didn't say anything else.

Just that he worked
in the village
and he was a gentleman.

Can't you ask this guard
who saw this guy with Lynn?

Can't he give you
some kind of
a physical description?

The guard really
didn't see the guy,

only saw the back of him
as he was leaving.

He said he was sure
that the guy didn't work
there though.

All we got
is a height and a build.

I'm worried about you.

Are you gonna be okay?

I could really use
some company tonight.

You got it.

-Here, why don't you
make yourself useful?
-Yeah.

Oh, looks good.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

-Hope you like trout.
-Love it.

Good.

-Okay.
-Yeah, dig in.

Let me know what you think.

Well?

Oh, it's fine.
You're a terrific cook.

Just one of my
many remarkable talents.

Angie, remember I told you
I had a theory
about the killings?

Well, I worked it out.

Wanna hear it?

Right after the funeral?

Yeah, yeah, I know,
but it's really important

and I would really
like to get your reaction.

Okay.

Okay, great.
Let's start with
the fragment of cloth

found under
Alice Williamson's fingernail.

It proved to be
over a century old.

Now I think our killer
bought an old coat
from an antique shop,

to match his identity.

-What identity?
-I'll get to that.

Next.

Take the way
he killed his victims,
by cutting their throats.

My guess is he used a scalpel,
surgeon's scalpel.

I don't think I'm into this.

Just bear with me
for a little while, okay?

Consider the two dates,
the two known killings.

August 7th, September 8th.

Are they significant?

Once you add
a third date, they are.

August 31st.

So what's so special
about August 31st?

August 31st was the last night
that the reporter
Elaine Gardner was seen,

when she checked out
of the motel.

Angie, I think she died
at the hands of our killer
that night.

It's just that
we haven't found the body.

Now, the dates in order are
August 7th, August 31st,
September 8th.

Okay, so?

They match the dates
of the first three murders

attributed to Jack the Ripper
in London's
Whitechapel District in 1888.

Between August 7th
and November 9th,

six women
were murdered in that area.

The killer
disappeared that year.

Now theory has it
that there was a man shot
by police on London Bridge

who died in the Thames river
in November 1888.

Theory has it that
that man was The Ripper.

So what does
all of that have to do...

Don't you see?
Our killer wears
period clothing,

he uses a surgeon's scalpel,
he cuts his victims' throats

and he strikes in the area
of the London Bridge.

Angie, the guy we're looking
for actually thinks
he's Jack the Ripper.

That's some theory.

Well, it makes sense.
I mean, everything fits.

What do you think
Chief Dawson's
gonna say when you tell him?

I already have.

He thinks Chicago cops,
they got bizarre imaginations.

-He didn't buy it?
-No, he didn't. Not yet.

But he will.

-Well, so what
are you gonna do?
-I don't know.

I do know one thing.

If our killer follows
his murder pattern,

he'll strike again
on September 30th.

I wouldn't bet it's over.

Forgot the wine.
I'll be right back.

Excuse me, Mr. Whitfield,
we got to talk.

Not now,
I'm late for a meeting.

-I'm really sorry
but this is urgent.
-All right.

-Now what do you want?
-I want you
to close down the village.

-For another search?
-No, sir.

For the safety of the public.

There's been two known murders
in the area and there
may have been a third.

Now, did Chief Dawson
order the village closed?

No, I'm asking you
to do this voluntarily
as a gesture of public safety.

Public safety
is your responsibility,
it is not mine.

That's what
the City pays you for.

Now, unless Chief Dawson
personally orders me
to close that village,

it stays open.

Your attitude stinks, man.

No, I'm gonna
tell you what stinks.
It's your record.

Now you didn't fit
in back in Chicago

and you don't fit
in here either.

You're unstable.

You're a misfit.

I know all about you.
I've checked your record.

I know about
the 14-year-old kid
you blew away in Chicago.

Whoa, whoa.

You're finished
in this town, mister.
I can promise you that.

All right.
You'll be all right.

Hey. Hey. Hey.
What was that all about?

I almost decked Whitfield.
He was way out of line.

How could you even think about

decking the head
of the City Council, Gregory?

I'm sorry, Chief,
but the guy's
an A number one jerk.

All right. All right.
We'll talk about that later.
Right now I want you with me.

Ed Nebel, down at the paper,
says he got a crank letter.

He thinks we ought to see it.

Joe, you take the car back.
You come with me.

So, what you got for us, Ed?

Our first crackpot poem.
I guess I ought to frame it.

Now, Whitfield
has been putting
a lot of pressure on me

not to put any stuff
about the killings

in the paper,
but I got to print this.

Whoever this joker is,
he can't add very well.

There's been two murders,
not three.

He is right.
There have been three.

So how do you figure that?
There's Alice Williamson,
Lynn Chandler...

And the reporter.
Elaine Gardner.

It says it all, guys.
This line right here.

"The stone has told me
there'll be more."

And after what you
almost did to Whitfield,

this letter, the only reason
I'm not kicking your butt
off the case.

However, we do know there is
a copycat Ripper
out there somewhere.

Yeah. And that
he killed Elaine Gardner.

Yeah, could be. Could be.

-You know
San Francisco called?
-Hmm.

Come here.

They definitely verified
the Gardner woman is missing.

You got to trace out on her,
so that means,

if she's dead, we got three.

You think it's a good idea
for Nebel to run this?

Sure. Why not?

Let's give our resident weirdo
some exposure.

That's what he wants.
Might draw him out.

The public needs to know.

Hey, Gregory,
you want to do me a favor?

What does that mean?

"The stone has told me
there will be more."

I don't know
what the stone part means,

but I do know one thing,
we gotta move fast,

because if his guy
follows Ripper's pattern,

he'll strike again
on September 30th.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SIREN WAILING)

-Hi. Are you Ms. Alma Bellock?
-That's right.

My name is Detective Gregory.
You placed a call to us?

You're in charge
of the murders,
aren't you?

Yes. I'm the
chief investigating officer
and this is Detective Nez.

-How do you do?
-Hi.

I think I know who he is.

The killer. The one
you're all looking for.

Tell us what you know.

Well, it's the guy
in number 10, Mr. Latting.

He keeps real odd hours
and mostly goes out at night.

He talked to me funny once
about how he thinks there's
a curse on London Bridge

and how it's an evil place
that reeks with murder.

Yeah.
That's the way he said it.
Just like that.

He thinks
it should be torn down.

Do you know where
Mr. Latting is now?

No, I don't know.
But I saw him
leaving with a suitcase

just a little
before I called you.

Why didn't you call us before?

Well, I just never thought to.

I mean, I never connected
him in my mind
with the murders

until I saw the big story
in the paper
about another Jack the Ripper.

That's when
I thought about him.

Could you give us
the key to the room?

Oh, it's real close.
Come on, I'll show you.
Come on.

Follow me. It's real close.

I told you. He's gone.

Gone? How could he be gone?

Anson, he can't get far.

I got the whole area
bottled up, the airport,
both ends on 95, the river.

My cops, just patrolling
the whole desert out there.

Yeah, but he was there
all these weeks,

right under your nose,
middle of town.

Psycho killer,
obvious mad man.

There's nothing
obvious about this man.

He may be a weirdo,

but I'm not convinced
he's the man
we're after either.

Oh, you're not.

You just don't want to admit
you let him slip past you.

You know,
you've been running this case
like a blind fool.

What the hell
is he doing in here?
This is police business.

You want to know
what I'm doing here?
I'll be happy to tell you.

I came here
to deliver a petition,

signed and approved
by the City Council,

to have you fired, Gregory.

And this latest blunder
of yours puts a seal on it.

Now, I trust Chief Dawson
will take immediate action.

(DOOR CLOSES)

All right, Pete,
what's the action?
Do I stay or do I go?

You stay. For now, you stay.

I'm rejecting their petition,
but you're walking
a tight rope, Gregory.

I've never seen
the people in this town
so stirred up.

You make
one more wrong step,
just one, you gotta go.

I understand that.

How did it go?

Don't ask.

Just saw your pal Whitfield
storming out of here,

like he had a burr
under his saddle.

Yeah, he's out
to nail me all right.

I'm not worried about him.

Well, you're worried
about something.

One other aspect is there.

What aspect?

I don't know.

I'm gonna go
to the research library
in Phoenix

and check out a few things.

Phoenix?

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

(CAR DOOR SHUTS)

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Angie?

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Angie?

ANGIE: Don, is that you?

Yeah.

-Hi.
-Hi.

What are you doing?
It's almost morning.

Look, I've been up all night.
I just drove back
from Phoenix.

-You got some coffee?
-Yeah. Come in.

Thanks.

It's not real hot
but it's all I have.

That's fine.
I guess I needed that.

Why don't you come over here
and sit down? We gotta talk.

Or at least I do.

What happened?
Another murder?

No. No.
No more murders.
Not yet.

Angie, it's what
I've come to believe,
it's making me crazy.

I can't tell anyone
else about this. Only you.

And when I tell you,
you're gonna
think I've flipped.

-I'm listening.
-(SIGHS) Okay.

First, there
were traces of blood

found on
the skin of both victims.

Blood other than their own.

Old blood,
very old blood.

Which probably means

the killer used
the same weapon
a long time ago. Okay?

-Okay.
-Okay. Now,
take a look at this.

Take a look at this.

Two photographs
of a boot print.

What do you see?

Well, they're obviously
from the same boot.

It has a same sort of
odd heel sole pattern
in both of them.

The glossy is brand new.
It's a photograph
of our killer's boot print.

The photo in this magazine
was taken in 1888

at the scene
of one of The Ripper murders.

They're identical.
Like you said,
same boot. Right?

But I don't see how...

This is the copy of the note
sent to our local
newspaper by the killer.

This is a letter written
by Jack the Ripper,

sent to a London newspaper
in 1888 after
one of his murders.

This is exactly
the same handwriting.

I mean, this is exactly
the same writing
in both of these.

It's because the same man
wrote both of them.

What're you saying?

What I'm saying is,

God help me,
there never was
a copycat killer.

The man who butchered
Alice Williamson
and Lynn Chandler

was the real Jack the Ripper.

Don,
that's totally impossible.

Which is exactly
what I've been telling myself.

Take a look at this line.
"The stone has told me
there will be more."

Okay, so what?

I'm now convinced
he's referring to the stone

brought back
from the Thames river.

Don't you see?

The first murder was committed
during the 24-hour period

in which the stone
was being dedicated.

It's the key to everything.

I'm sorry, I don't follow you.

Angie, somehow,

as weird as it sounds,
the stone is tied
into everything.

When they brought
that thing back from

the bottom
of the Thames river,

they brought him with it.

And he's here,
in our century,

repeating
the same murder pattern
all over again.

Listen,

whoever this psycho is,

he's not Jack the Ripper.

He can't be,
not the Jack the Ripper.

Don, stones
don't bring people
back to life.

Okay. Okay,
whether you believe me or not,
that's not important.

What is important
is that I need your help.

Well, yes, of course. But...

Look, I got a plan.

But I'm gonna
need you to help me
and I'm gonna need Joe.

Because, I'm telling you,
he's out there
and we gotta stop him.

And he's ready to kill again.

The evil here
must be destroyed.

Tonight it shall be scourged
by fire and brimstone.

Hey, you. Freeze!

(GUNSHOTS FIRED)

Keep back.
Satan rules
this place of darkness.

His abode of evil
and must be destroyed.

-No!
-(GRUNTING)

Back off! Do it.

Don't shoot me. Don't shoot.
This is an unclean place.

A place of evil,
a place of murder,
by those who serve Satan.

There is evil here.
It must be cleansed.
I work for the higher power.

Well, you are out of work now.

So there's your Ripper,
hotshot.

He doesn't look
so scary to me.
What about you?

That's not him.

Are you serious?

He's not our killer, Pete.

The hell he's not!

The Bellock woman
positively identified
him as Latting.

The village guard
was a 100% certain

that's the same guy
that did the death walk
with Chandler.

What about the clippings?
What about the clippings
in his stuff?

What do you say to that?

I ran a 29 on him.
Two assaults,
convicted both times.

He spent three years
in mental hospitals,

he tried
to burn down a church.

He's a psycho, Gregory,
a certified psycho.

He may be a psycho,
but he's not out killer.

Well, then who is?

You won't believe me
when I tell you.

Why don't you try me?
Just tell me, Don.

All right.

There never
was a copycat killer, Pete.
Only the real one.

What are you saying?
What are you talking about?

Jack the Ripper.
He's alive and he's right
here in Havasu.

You're talking
about the guy from 1888?

Yeah.

Well, he is an
active dude, boy.

I mean, he gotta be
pushing what, 140.
Takes lot of vitamins.

I told you
you wouldn't believe me.
I didn't expect you to.

Wait, wait, wait.
Wait. What's the matter?
Are you okay?

-Oh, absolutely.
-You don't seem all right.

Listen to me.
Listen to me now.

Three nights from now
he's gonna strike again.

-You got to go home, boy.
-September 30th...

Joe! Joe, get in here.

(SCREAMING)

ANGIE: Hi.

How do you feel?

I feel like Rip Van Winkle.

-How long have I been out?
-Ever since
they brought you in.

It's been three days now.
You had
a severe concussion, Don.

Well, you blacked out
in the jail.

Hi, Joe.

How you doing, partner?

How long have you guys
been here anyway?

I don't know,
like couple of hours, I guess.

The doctor called,
they said you
were saying our names,

and he figured
that if you woke up

and saw us,
it'd be easier for you.

You know,
familiar faces and all.

I was having
this dream about you guys,

as though all three of us
were together, hmm.

And we were...

We were trapped
and we were gonna die!

Come on, come on.
Take it easy.
I'm gonna go get a nurse.

No. I'm all right.
I don't need a nurse.
I'm all right.

Wait a minute.

I've been out for three days.
What's today's date?

It's Monday. It's the 30th.

The 30th.
He's gonna kill again.
He's gonna kill again tonight.

Nobody's gonna kill anybody.
We caught him, remember?

We didn't catch him.
We didn't catch The Ripper.

Don, look,
I was talking to Joe
about your theory and...

We think you've
been under a lot of strain.

He's out there,
damn it, Angie.
He's out there.

Joe?

Okay. So you don't believe me
any more than
Dawson believes me.

But you promised to help me.

Well, yes.

I had a plan to catch
the killer, remember?
You promised to help me.

There ain't nobody to catch.

I can prove it.

You guys are the only people
I can trust here.

Look, we are
running out of time.
We gotta do this tonight.

Joe?

Will you help me, buddy?

Angie? Will you help me?

All right.

Looks like
the guard's not here.

I'll find him
and keep him out of this.

Remember, you stay well hidden
in that boat, man.

We gotta make him believe
that Angie's alone.

All right. Take off.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(MOTOR WHIRRING)

Don wants me
to meet him on the steps.
I'm supposed to be the decoy.

(SIGHS) I can't believe
we're doing this.

DON: Angie. Angie.

Okay. There he is.
Be back in a second.

All right.

Joe!

Hey!

Oh! (GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

Operator.

(SCREAMING)

Good evening.

I've never had
the opportunity before

to introduce

one of my ladies to another.

Therefore, dear Angie,
may I present Elaine.

No! No! No!

No! No!

No!

The stone will
receive your blood, Angie.

Its powers will be
renewed through you.

Your blood will
allow me to return,
to go back to my century.

(CLOCK CHIMING)

It's time now, Angie.

(GRUNTING)

Come, Angie.

(GRUNTING)

Say goodbye to dear Angie.

Don, shoot him.

It's all right.
It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay. It's over.

It's over.

(ANGIE PANTING)