Ripper Street (2012–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - I Need Light - full transcript
When the disfigured body of a young woman is found in Whitechapel, Detective Inspector Edmund Reid fears that Jack the Ripper has returned to kill again.
[HORSE NEIGHING]
[CLOCK BELL CHIMING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to Whitechapel.
Be sure to look down as keenly
as you look up.
Mr. Gladstone himself only last week...
...found himself fitted for new boots.
Ha, ha, ha.
TOUR GUIDE: Follow me
for the haunts of Jack the Ripper.
[SPECTATORS SHOUTING]
Who wants a wager?
Yours, shitspade.
Our men in blue are still
cloaked in ignorance of Jack.
WOMAN: Here you are, darling,
looking fora bit of company?
Miller's Court.
Five months past
the scene of the worst.
The worst and, please God, the last.
Mary Jane Kelly.
What that man Jack did to her...
Well, we shall not say.
He's tasty, all right.
Where'd you find him?
I looked. Wasn't hard.
Fighters, whores,
if flesh is what you seek...
...there's no shortage in these parts.
Falls when he's bid?
Money's right, he'll give you his
mother and his sister, too.
I likes him.
All of this parish
know little else but thuggery.
How best to raise them up
from such iniquity?
Well, that's a matterfor you
good people, of course.
Look! Look!
Black shit and buggery.
Murder!
Murder!
Murder!
[BLOWING WHISTLE]
The inspector. I must see him.
Show yourself in there dressed
like that, they'll know he's blue.
One! You're gone!
Yourchampion this night!
You little streak of piss!
I've gutted youngerfor less,
do you hear?
Let me.
[GRUNTS]
This had better be very good.
They found a tart, sir.
Up on Folgate.
She's been ripped, inspector.
Hobbs, you did right.
Cecil Smeaton's greed will keep him
warm for a day ortwo.
And you will take a fall
for him tomorrow.
Yes, sir.
This girl, if she has been carved,
as has been described...
...Ripper or no, word will have spread.
We will find the press, a mob,
whipped into a fear and rage.
This populace, still without a culprit...
...it is to our uniform
that they direct theirfury.
So you stand strong
and you follow your sergeant.
They'll do their duty, sir.
[CROWD CLAMORING]
You. Name?
- Creighton.
Creighton, have you touched anything?
Have you arranged matters to
your benefit in any way?
No, sir.
Who is it's paid for yourtime here?
Mr. Best at The Star, inspector,
who else?
Well, you're on my ticket now.
I want these details, I want herface...
...her eyes, herthroat.
She wasn't cut here.
Where was she?
Where was she brought in from?
We can't keep them
penned in much longer, sir.
But this is vital. All of it.
And this is next to useless.
I need this place uncorrupted
and in daylight.
- What?
- The wall.
He's left word again.
"Down on whores."
I need more time with her.
Sir, there's the way things are
and the way things should be...
...but that lot are coming through.
Right, we need to move her.
You. You're not finished.
I want the ground...
...going in both directions away from her.
As much as you can get.
And I want the wall, the writing.
You understand?
Stand aside.
Stand aside! Stand aside!
BEST: A comment
for The Star, inspector?
Is it him? Is it Jack?
Away with you, Best.
These citizens need their
questions answered, Mr. Reid.
No, they need theirfears pacified.
Where would be the sport in that?
Where are we taking her, sir?
- To London? Mr. Bagster Phillips'?
- No.
Take her back to Leman Street.
Use the back.
Find a cell, lock her in it.
Don't book her in, tell no one.
Yourself, sir?
- Not the American.
Just get her hid.
Let's go!
[DRIVER URGING HORSE]
[CLOCK BELL CHIMING]
[WOMAN GIGGLING]
[GASPING]
Captain Jackson, this is
all topsyturvy, I'm sure.
Now, Rose. I have told you...
...there are no rules here.
[DOOR SLAMS, WOMAN SHOUTING]
Jackson!
Sweet Jesus.
You cannot simply intrude here
any time of your choosing.
That this house thrives and that your girls
are not walking the streets this night...
...is at my whim and indulgence, madam.
Don't forget that. Where is he?
What do I care?
It's not as if he ever pays.
First door on the left.
Jackson!
[BANGING ON DOOR]
REID: Jackson!
What? He's taken me forthe night!
Jackson!
JACKSON:
Reid?
I'm occupied.
I'll come see you in the morning.
REID:
Can't wait. I need a surgeon.
You have your own.
They're drunks and incompetents.
I want you.
Five minutes.
Now! Now.
- Now.
All right.
You going to tell me what this is about?
Just keep walking.
WOMAN:
Don't touch me, don't touch me!
Jackson!
- Is it him?
That's what you're here to find out.
Your sudden passion forthe furtive?
I must be sure before
that hell rises again.
Get her naked, Sergeant Drake.
Hey, gently.
What are those,
hands or meat hooks? Really.
It's no wonderto me at all
you're a bachelor.
The hemorrhage is from the
severance of the left carotid.
- That's a stroke left to right.
DRAKE: Like the others.
And these are?
These are stars, aren't they?
In the eyelids, slit apart.
Catherine Eddowes and Mary Jane Kelly
had the same.
And the writing on the wall?
Like Goulston Street the night
we found Miss Eddowes' apron.
Same words as was in that letter.
What, what is that?
Some kind of gelatin.
REID:
What kind?
It's from a meat pie.
What?
How am I to know yet?
Don't you have evidence to collect?
I know it's tempting
but try not to kill him.
ARTHERTON:
Uh, Mr. Reid, sir?
- I'm hearing strange rumors.
Oh, yes?
That there's an unregistered
female on the premises.
Always an abundance of those, sergeant.
I'm not here to judge you, sir.
Just to remind you of our
obligations under the law.
And I thank you forthat, Artherton,
as always.
Creighton! Open up!
This one.
He dragged the body through the archway.
Those?
Oh, I overexposed them.
Worth ourwhile to check.
Uh...
Do you think me
some bone-headed flatfoot?
They need more time.
Professional man like yourself,
I would have thought you'd know better.
That's the same wall!
Where's the message, Creighton?
The writing on the wall,
"Down on whores."
Was it you painted it up there?
You know who it was.
Best.
Ljust record about what I see.
Get that to press, quick sharp.
How do you think they felt, those girls,
the moment they knew that was it...
...that breathing this airwas up?
Hmm? The laterones.
They would have known what that
lunatic intended for their bodies.
Do you have a pity for them?
Do you have a pity forthe many men
you've ruined with youraccusations?
I have... I have never accused.
I have asked questions.
I have speculated!
Speculate!
Well, I speculate about you, Best.
The hand that penned that letter.
A letter I never credited as bona fide.
And now...
...this.
What else did you alter?
[SCOFFS]
Nothing.
Yeah, well, I didn't have to, did I?
Just underlined what's plain...
...to a man who's as intimate
with the Ripper's doings as myself.
Well, myself and, uh,
Chief inspector Abberline.
You spoke to Fred Abberline?
Your boss as was? I have. Yes.
And he finds himself
in agreement with me.
Ourfriend is back.
Nothing's for certain.
And I won't have people
hiding in their homes again...
...till I get to certain.
If I see this in print...
...l'll be back here for some
ripping of my own.
Ooh. Ha, ha.
Who do you think you are, Reid?
What, you come here to rattle me?
Well, you forget what I know of you.
Oh, no. Do not fear,
good citizens, do not shake.
For sleepless, tireless
Detectives Reid and Abberline...
...hunt our Jack down dockside and rookery.
Two finer police the world
has not yet made!
So be of good heart.
This maniac will be brought
to ground and hearth.
Only, um...
Oh, yeah, no, he... He wasn't.
Was he?
The man and his works abide.
Friday. All right?
Unless you've got something proves
it's another knifeman...
...this story turns over on Friday.
ARTHERTON:
Ah, inspector.
REID:
I know, I know, Artherton.
ARTHERTON: It's not that, sir.
- What?
Our past has come to say "how do."
Chief inspectorAbberline.
What merits such a visit?
Enough dancing, detective.
If there's a diced-up girl
in this shop, she's mine.
Out.
How could you do this?
This is my shop now.
This is my case!
I know what this looks like.
But look. Look, this graffito.
This is Best's contrivance.
Look at her!
Hereyes, the stars on herface,
her guts.
Her abdomen was opened fresh
right here as part of the autopsy...
...conducted by Homer Jackson.
That Yankee clap doctor!
REID: The man was a U.S. Army surgeon
and he was a Pinkerton.
ABBERLINE: Pinkerton?
REID: That's right.
ABBERLINE:
A chartered mercenary with a badge!
And you place his word above mine?
I think you would have her
Ripper above all else.
Another bite, another chance at him.
But you would not?
I would have my innards
served to me cold...
...if I thought it would show him to us
but, Fred, what if?
What if this girl was
dressed as Jack for our eyes?
And in our fervor,
we fill the streets with uniform...
...hunting for him
and miss the truth of it?
Now, let me bring my mercenary
back in here and have him speak.
JACKSON: The fact he didn't
open her up strikes as strange.
Their guts, it's always
what he wanted the most...
...to open them up
and see the viscera in his hand.
Then he was caught short,
as he was with Elizabeth Stride.
Herthroat was cut,
the rest of her untouched.
But if he was disturbed with
this one, he went back to her.
Or he hid beside her.
But whichever, he waited some few
hours before bringing her here.
So long, in fact...
...that all the blood had ceased
to spill from her body.
You see these cuts
and gashes in herthroat?
And no blood
on the road she was dragged across.
I doubt that there would have been much
where they opened her up, either.
When the woman's throat was cut?
The throat is a post-mortem injury.
Then what did fall her?
Asphyxia.
Her hyoid bone is broken.
So she was strangled.
All else happened after.
These slits in her eyes and herface...
...with Kelly and Eddowes, they were
a postscript, an afterthought.
This girl, they're top billing.
This is theory, not proof.
Get proof. If you cannot...
...l'll pull rank and claim her.
[DOOR CLOSES]
What else?
Well, despite yourfriend
Best's connivery...
...she had been serviced,
recently and vigorously.
So she was a tart?
No, I don't think so.
See, I place her at no youngerthan 28.
Her skin, nail beds, the essential
health of her, uh, you know, apparatus.
By that age even the more
costly are worn through.
So if she wasn't a professional...
My guess...
The lady taught fiddle.
[LAUGHS]
Yeah, she lived to the north.
The new suburbs.
Has the Pinkerton been
conferring with spirits?
Enough, sergeant. Go on.
JACKSON:
Here, beneath her chin.
You see this moon-like impression
in the clavicle?
Herfingers...
...worn and puckered by strings.
And her hair,
there are heavy deposits in it.
Soot.
From the underground railway.
Which arrives, Drake, I believe,
from which direction?
REID:
Finchley, Highgate, Crouch End.
Missing persons reports.
Can't be too many lady violinists.
Just a warning, sir.
It may take some time.
The type-printing telegraphs
you ordered...
What of them? They're faster.
- So it is said...
- Reid.
You have a type-printer?
Hobbs,
you were instructed, were you not?
- Yes, inspector.
- Well?
It's a bit of a handful...
Come on, boy, this is the future!
The lad might come to terms
with it sooner, sir...
...if you weren't stood so close.
And that, Reid, is the
human barrierto progress.
I'm home to change.
You need to rest, too.
Captain Jackson.
The tonic you took from herthighs...
...have you wondered...
...whether it might not be
some kind of silver solution?
From a peeper's dry plate?
Emily.
Have you been to church?
I am home fora shirt.
And now you go back.
- It cannot be helped.
- Of course.
There is a particular reason
why I must return.
- Has he come?
- I don't know.
I don't know, it might be.
Please don't go out after nightfall.
I'II get word to you if
I'm to be gone all night.
I don't want you to worry.
I know.
No.
Send the runner to Mr. Reid.
He'll be taking the Metropolitan.
Finchley's missing a violinist.
Johnson!
DRAKE: It's the call to send them underground
that troubles me, sir.
- Seems unnatural.
Well, they're building more.
More trains, digging more tunnels.
It means the city can spread out
and we can stop living like rats.
What, come live on these streets?
Would you like that, Bennet?
I'd like many things, sir.
Is this it?
[CHOKING]
Mr. Thwaites, sir? It's the police.
[PANTING]
Drake! Drake, I cannot hold him.
[DRIVER URGING HORSE]
What did Reid want?
Weren't you taught to knock?
The day you pay rent,
Jackson, I'll knock.
Is that maniac on the strut again?
Who, Reid?
Relax, darling. You need to start
frisking men for knives again...
...l'll let you know. Now...
Any of the girls
get their picture taken?
Is this what brought Reid here?
Jackson, that man could ruin us.
He wants my help.
What am I supposed to do?
You tell him sorry
but you're indisposed?
Fine. But he'll ask himself why.
And me and you, we don't want that.
You stop lavishing your care
and attention on him.
Coming here was your idea.
When we came here, you said this was
the kind of lawless shitswarm...
...that we could hide ourselves
in and you were right.
But, darling, in case you haven't
noticed, we're not hiding any more.
We live here.
Now, if that man wants
to make a friend of me...
...he is welcome.
Beause if he ain't a friend,
he's an enemy...
...and an enemy like that we do not need.
So please, which of the girls
has a leaning to smut?
Myrtle!
Get Rose up here.
You can keep them if you like.
I may.
Where'd you get these done, Rose?
DRAKE: Two men boarded
a coach with some toff.
Trimmed whiskers, mustache.
Mr. Thwaites, these men,
they put you up there?
And the man Sergeant Drake
describes, do you know him?
Were you here to talk about Maude,
my wife?
Sir, you should prepare yourself.
Whatever the outcome...
...it may be saferfor you to remain
with us a while, Mr. Thwaites...
...until we find those men.
And I would apologize forwhere
I have been forced to lay her.
She will be moved as soon
as circumstance allows.
[DOOR OPENING]
Oh, Maude.
[THWAITES SOBBING]
PHOTOGRAPHER:
Just hold that position.
ROSE:
This is it.
PHOTOGRAPHER: Yeah, that's very good.
Can you show a little bit more?
ROSE:
Queen of Sheba.
Little Bo Peep.
Boudicca, Queen of the Britons.
Rose?
ROSE:
It's all right, Perce. He's with me.
Thinking of joining up, ain't you?
Business good?
Never better.
So long as we don't get copped
and find the right distribution.
Rosie here'll be lighting them
up in Blackpool.
Sarah Bernhardt and I
shall be one of a piece.
You already are, Rose.
You already are.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Don't y'all get cold out here?
Wouldn't know.
Never been out here before.
We have her name.
We know how she was killed.
And nothing else.
What does he want?
Your lead, inspector.
Your notion about the dry plates.
REID:
And this relates how?
And we have this, too.
It's more, uh...
Evolved.
That's disgusting!
It's disgustingly remunerative.
The act itself, Reid,
that's the future of smut.
Maude Thwaites was caught up in this?
It would fit.
No streetwalker but so recently
and energetically squired?
The gelatin from a photographer's
plate on herthigh?
I am in your debt.
You tell me which scratch Drake
is taking his fall in tonight...
...l'll consider it paid.
THWAITES: You've no right
to ask me this thing.
REID:
I fear I have every right, sir.
Yourwife's body bears the signs of
recent intimacy and I need to know...
...if that intimacy was shared with yourself.
- Of course it was.
[SIGHS]
Mr. Thwaites, why do you think those men
chose to string you up like they did?
I've told you,
I have no idea who they were.
No. I mean, there was trouble
taken to make it appear...
...self-slaughter, as if driven by
guilt or shame.
In any event, they wanted yoursilence.
But just what is it they were
feared you might speak of?
What shame, Mr. Thwaites?
This shame?
Did yourwife have
pictures taken like this?
How far and how openly did yourwife
share her intimacy?
Everything she did...
...she did for us.
For me.
So that my pride might not be ruined.
When I found her, she lived
near here, in Whitechapel.
She used to play forthe
children of the orphanage...
...on Criterion Street,
from where I hoped to deliver her.
My church group, we raise supplies...
...for a number of poor schools
in the borough.
I loved her immediately.
Before I married her, however...
She confessed to a certain...
...practicality.
But, as you say, you delivered her.
I did.
I promised hercomfort and dignity.
Pupils to be taken in herown home.
And she deceived you.
No, sergeant.
The deception was mine.
My...
Employment was not
as secure as I thought.
I had no grounds to
promise her those things.
Her home, even her violin...
...I mortgaged it all.
And so she returned to Whitechapel.
DRAKE: Where did she go?
THWAITES: I don't know.
- Who did she go to?
- I don't know.
Mr. Thwaites, it's unwise to rile him.
You think you can hurt me?
Here, when my most profound wish...
...is that those men had succeeded
in their task?
Can't you see, inspector,
that I am the last person...
...who would ever know about
the things that she did?
Because as far as I was concerned...
...it wasn't happening at all.
What do you think?
REID:
She was never Ripper, that girl.
Her killer prospers
by this radical smut.
DRAKE: You really don't think
it could have been the husband, sir?
The shame is too much,
he follows her, kills her.
He'd need lodgings.
Somewhere to work on her.
No.
Well, sergeant, like it or not, Joseph
Smeaton must draw us away a while.
- Are you fit and able?
- Yes, sir.
MAN:
Don't fight it, pull on!
Come on!
This scratch is over. Corner.
Come to, gentlemen. Fifth scratch.
[GROANS]
[DRAKE SCREAMING]
He ain't got to deal with it for too
much longer now, does he?
[CROWD SHOUTING]
[CROWD CHEERS]
I thought you said
he could be trusted! Eh?
Do the count, do the count!
Count it! Hurry up!
CROWD: Nine, eight,
seven, six, five...
...four, three, two, one.
[CHEERING]
- Come and get yourwinnings, here we go!
SMEATON: Here you go. One for you.
One for you, sir. One for you.
Oh, you bet. That for you.
Hey, leave off. What's going on?
Joseph Smeaton, I am arresting
you for the organization of...
...and the illicit profiteering
from prescribed and rigged fights.
Put the irons on him.
You're blue? Buckle me?
You need to put the irons on
every man jack in East London!
They'll be leaving their earnings with
someone new by the morning.
[SMEATON SCREAMS]
Counterfeit currency. I'll send
you down for snide, too, Joe.
Sir!
- Sir.
REID: It's fine.
The toff, whiskers, Thwaites...
There!
- Best make haste, Tucker.
TUCKER: Yes, sir.
REID: If Thwaites has anything more
to tell us about this man...
...we are taking it this time. Thwaites.
Oh, no! No, no, no, no, no!
- Find Jackson.
DRAKE: Yes, sir.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
JOHN: Mr. Thwaites' particulars, sir.
DRAKE: Thank you, John.
May I?
Sweet girl.
With dark secrets.
We've all got secrets.
Even Sergeant Drake here...
I would be gentle with
Sergeant Drake, if I were you.
He's of a mind to murder someone...
...and tonight I do not have
the strength to...
To stop him.
What do you see?
- Death and corruption.
- Look closer.
It's a blemish.
It's a mark on
the camera lens, most likely.
- The same place on each photograph.
- Same camera.
[BANGS ON DOOR]
DRAKE: Creighton!
REID: Go on, sergeant.
False bottom.
You may want to avert your eyes, Drake.
This is some strong meat.
I have her.
Not much seems to be
beyond our Maude, does it?
Hang on. That's him. It's the toff!
JACKSON:
What is this?
Look at this. It's all exactly the same.
Show me.
No!
Creighton!
[GRUNTS]
JACKSON:
Water only inflames it.
What kind of fire will not be doused?
REID:
The door is bolted fast.
Then all evidence dies here.
And all the men who know about it.
[BANGING ON DOOR]
Jackson, sheets! Pass me the sheets!
Clear out the space between the
hinges around the doorwith this.
Do it, sergeant! Cut me some strips.
Phosphorous. Flash powder.
- What's he doing?
The crazy bastard's making guncotton!
Guncotton?
[COUGHING]
REID:
This one in the bottom. Of course.
JACKSON:
Come on!
REID:
Back! Get back!
You're just shanking it.
You gotta aim right.
- You just take your time, sir.
Thank you, sergeant.
[DOG BARKING]
Now what?
I see these images all look identical...
...but by the end of the sequence, the
bird sits in a different position.
Now, there's a man...
...Frenchman, Le Prince. He's an engineer.
He has been experimenting
with photographic images...
...that move.
- Like a lantern show?
- No, real.
That's why the pictures appear
as a kind, because...
...every degree of muscular movement
has to be captured with precision.
So the end effect, therefore,
is fluid movement.
It is the... It is the precise
details of our lives caught...
...and represented to us.
Now, what, what if you
could make these images move?
And be real? You see?
See the leash?
Enough, perhaps, in a moment of...
...grotesque passion, to break her neck?
And what if this entire moment had
been captured by this new camera?
In the right circles, make them a mint.
Then they'd make more.
This man. We must find this man.
Ooh! Um...
[GIGGLES]
Oh!
Good evening, my ladies.
ROSE:
Good evening, sir.
[GIGGLES]
Turkish Delight?
Oh, thank you, sir.
Mmm.
ROSE:
Is there someone else in here, sir?
No.
No one you need worry about.
- Here, take another.
ROSE: Heh.
All your snitches, every tart,
landlord, bully and thief.
He'll be wealthy, refined, ruthless.
Artherton. I've come for her.
Where's Reid?
- Uh, the inspector addresses his men.
Right.
We only have these pictures,
we have no name.
His name is SirArthur Donaldson.
Summer '86, before yourtime here.
He got his cock out
at a church picnic in Victoria Park.
Week orso later...
...tore the blouse off a pregnant
woman on the Stepney omnibus.
Charged him, but man from such a family
as like to do jug as Victoria herself.
The address was all we ever had for him.
- Thank you, Fred.
- Go.
Where's Rose, Susan?
Rose isn't with us
this morning, Mr. Jackson.
Will one of ourother girls serve?
She has to hearwhat I have to say.
She's got to stop with the smut.
You squire her one day and
then you daddy herthe next?
What's the problem here, Susan?
Now you decide to get jealous?
Jealous?
I would rather shrivel and die alone
than let you near me again.
Then get the girl.
She's not here.
She was ordered out
and is yet to be returned.
They're late. And what's worse,
they paid me in snide.
- Who did?
- I don't know.
A toff took two of them
away in his great charabanc.
Right, get your hat.
You're going to see Reid.
No, I'm doing no such thing.
You touch me again and I will kill you.
Oh, no, no, no, my beauty.
- You're coming with me.
- No.
Tristan or Bertrand or whatever
your name is, I'm going home.
I've paid for you, you're mine.
Get off me!
DRAKE:
Get the door.
No one at home, sir.
[ROSE GROANS]
Hobbs! Donaldson's friends
and relatives, The Telegraph.
Scotland Yard must have their
names and addresses.
Reid.
Show and tell, Susan.
Counterfeit. Two of my girls
taken last night, not yet returned.
Black coach, one horse.
They paid in that.
REID:
Smeaton.
Come with me.
[ROSE WHIMPERING]
[GROANING]
[GASPS]
What?
ROSE:
What's he doing?
This snide. One of yours, I believe.
Mine are all overthe city.
Only they're not.
Arthur Donaldson, where is he?
What makes you think that I know, eh?
Sincerely? Not a great deal. Instinct.
[SMEATON GASPS]
Well, you can take your instinct...
...and you can shove it up this
animal's fundament.
Shall we make another?
I...
Huh?
I need light.
Imagine, a little thing like that
come between us and our enrichment!
Light...
...you shall have.
[GROANS]
Where is Donaldson?
SMEATON:
He lives in Mayfair!
- Unh.
DRAKE: We know that. He does no longer.
[SMEATON GROANING]
I only went there once!
- Well?
- Under our noses, sir.
DONALDSON: This will calm you.
- Unh.
[ROSE GURGLES]
MAN:
Downstairs.
Donaldson! Arthur Donaldson!
[GASPS]
Myrtle, Myrtle, where is Rose?
REID:
Jackson!
REID:
Get the sword, sergeant.
REID:
Drake!
[SHOUTS]
[COUGHING]
REID:
Does she breathe, sergeant?
DRAKE:
She does, sir.
Whatever happens...
...whatever punishment is seen fit
for all this, that is extraordinary.
[SOBS]
[SCREAMING]
[DOOR OPENS]
[ALL MURMURING]
This way.
I thought, at last...
...I thought it was safe again.
Shush now. It is, it is safe now.
Thank you, Drake. I'll tend to her now.
[ROSE MOANS]
JACKSON:
Hey, Rosie. Hey...
ABBERLINE:
Clear the way, lads.
The facts.
Have you lost your mind?
Why?
Because it is the truth.
And I would have the world know it.
She was never Ripper, that girl.
But you two...
...you for profit...
...you for guilt, I suspect, wanted it so.
Now I ask us to undertake this.
That we find a little joy
in his continued absence...
...that we cease to look for him...
...in every act of evil
that crosses our path.
There is an abundance of that hereabout
and I would have obsession...
...blinker us to the widerworld no longer.
Am I understood?
Then get out.
Edmund, this last year...
...that lunatic will ever bind me to you...
...but you ask too much.
He lives still,
he breathes this air still.
These streets demand your vigilance.
No.
We did everything in our power...
...used every instrument allowed to us,
some that were not.
All that we can hope for now
is that he is gone and stays gone.
He will own my life no more.
The men of Whitechapel
do your job for you once more.
[CROWD YELLING]
REID:
He is my prisoner and in my protection.
MAN:
Then at a time of my choosing...
...we will end you all this night.
[SCREAMING]
[English - US - SDH]
[CLOCK BELL CHIMING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to Whitechapel.
Be sure to look down as keenly
as you look up.
Mr. Gladstone himself only last week...
...found himself fitted for new boots.
Ha, ha, ha.
TOUR GUIDE: Follow me
for the haunts of Jack the Ripper.
[SPECTATORS SHOUTING]
Who wants a wager?
Yours, shitspade.
Our men in blue are still
cloaked in ignorance of Jack.
WOMAN: Here you are, darling,
looking fora bit of company?
Miller's Court.
Five months past
the scene of the worst.
The worst and, please God, the last.
Mary Jane Kelly.
What that man Jack did to her...
Well, we shall not say.
He's tasty, all right.
Where'd you find him?
I looked. Wasn't hard.
Fighters, whores,
if flesh is what you seek...
...there's no shortage in these parts.
Falls when he's bid?
Money's right, he'll give you his
mother and his sister, too.
I likes him.
All of this parish
know little else but thuggery.
How best to raise them up
from such iniquity?
Well, that's a matterfor you
good people, of course.
Look! Look!
Black shit and buggery.
Murder!
Murder!
Murder!
[BLOWING WHISTLE]
The inspector. I must see him.
Show yourself in there dressed
like that, they'll know he's blue.
One! You're gone!
Yourchampion this night!
You little streak of piss!
I've gutted youngerfor less,
do you hear?
Let me.
[GRUNTS]
This had better be very good.
They found a tart, sir.
Up on Folgate.
She's been ripped, inspector.
Hobbs, you did right.
Cecil Smeaton's greed will keep him
warm for a day ortwo.
And you will take a fall
for him tomorrow.
Yes, sir.
This girl, if she has been carved,
as has been described...
...Ripper or no, word will have spread.
We will find the press, a mob,
whipped into a fear and rage.
This populace, still without a culprit...
...it is to our uniform
that they direct theirfury.
So you stand strong
and you follow your sergeant.
They'll do their duty, sir.
[CROWD CLAMORING]
You. Name?
- Creighton.
Creighton, have you touched anything?
Have you arranged matters to
your benefit in any way?
No, sir.
Who is it's paid for yourtime here?
Mr. Best at The Star, inspector,
who else?
Well, you're on my ticket now.
I want these details, I want herface...
...her eyes, herthroat.
She wasn't cut here.
Where was she?
Where was she brought in from?
We can't keep them
penned in much longer, sir.
But this is vital. All of it.
And this is next to useless.
I need this place uncorrupted
and in daylight.
- What?
- The wall.
He's left word again.
"Down on whores."
I need more time with her.
Sir, there's the way things are
and the way things should be...
...but that lot are coming through.
Right, we need to move her.
You. You're not finished.
I want the ground...
...going in both directions away from her.
As much as you can get.
And I want the wall, the writing.
You understand?
Stand aside.
Stand aside! Stand aside!
BEST: A comment
for The Star, inspector?
Is it him? Is it Jack?
Away with you, Best.
These citizens need their
questions answered, Mr. Reid.
No, they need theirfears pacified.
Where would be the sport in that?
Where are we taking her, sir?
- To London? Mr. Bagster Phillips'?
- No.
Take her back to Leman Street.
Use the back.
Find a cell, lock her in it.
Don't book her in, tell no one.
Yourself, sir?
- Not the American.
Just get her hid.
Let's go!
[DRIVER URGING HORSE]
[CLOCK BELL CHIMING]
[WOMAN GIGGLING]
[GASPING]
Captain Jackson, this is
all topsyturvy, I'm sure.
Now, Rose. I have told you...
...there are no rules here.
[DOOR SLAMS, WOMAN SHOUTING]
Jackson!
Sweet Jesus.
You cannot simply intrude here
any time of your choosing.
That this house thrives and that your girls
are not walking the streets this night...
...is at my whim and indulgence, madam.
Don't forget that. Where is he?
What do I care?
It's not as if he ever pays.
First door on the left.
Jackson!
[BANGING ON DOOR]
REID: Jackson!
What? He's taken me forthe night!
Jackson!
JACKSON:
Reid?
I'm occupied.
I'll come see you in the morning.
REID:
Can't wait. I need a surgeon.
You have your own.
They're drunks and incompetents.
I want you.
Five minutes.
Now! Now.
- Now.
All right.
You going to tell me what this is about?
Just keep walking.
WOMAN:
Don't touch me, don't touch me!
Jackson!
- Is it him?
That's what you're here to find out.
Your sudden passion forthe furtive?
I must be sure before
that hell rises again.
Get her naked, Sergeant Drake.
Hey, gently.
What are those,
hands or meat hooks? Really.
It's no wonderto me at all
you're a bachelor.
The hemorrhage is from the
severance of the left carotid.
- That's a stroke left to right.
DRAKE: Like the others.
And these are?
These are stars, aren't they?
In the eyelids, slit apart.
Catherine Eddowes and Mary Jane Kelly
had the same.
And the writing on the wall?
Like Goulston Street the night
we found Miss Eddowes' apron.
Same words as was in that letter.
What, what is that?
Some kind of gelatin.
REID:
What kind?
It's from a meat pie.
What?
How am I to know yet?
Don't you have evidence to collect?
I know it's tempting
but try not to kill him.
ARTHERTON:
Uh, Mr. Reid, sir?
- I'm hearing strange rumors.
Oh, yes?
That there's an unregistered
female on the premises.
Always an abundance of those, sergeant.
I'm not here to judge you, sir.
Just to remind you of our
obligations under the law.
And I thank you forthat, Artherton,
as always.
Creighton! Open up!
This one.
He dragged the body through the archway.
Those?
Oh, I overexposed them.
Worth ourwhile to check.
Uh...
Do you think me
some bone-headed flatfoot?
They need more time.
Professional man like yourself,
I would have thought you'd know better.
That's the same wall!
Where's the message, Creighton?
The writing on the wall,
"Down on whores."
Was it you painted it up there?
You know who it was.
Best.
Ljust record about what I see.
Get that to press, quick sharp.
How do you think they felt, those girls,
the moment they knew that was it...
...that breathing this airwas up?
Hmm? The laterones.
They would have known what that
lunatic intended for their bodies.
Do you have a pity for them?
Do you have a pity forthe many men
you've ruined with youraccusations?
I have... I have never accused.
I have asked questions.
I have speculated!
Speculate!
Well, I speculate about you, Best.
The hand that penned that letter.
A letter I never credited as bona fide.
And now...
...this.
What else did you alter?
[SCOFFS]
Nothing.
Yeah, well, I didn't have to, did I?
Just underlined what's plain...
...to a man who's as intimate
with the Ripper's doings as myself.
Well, myself and, uh,
Chief inspector Abberline.
You spoke to Fred Abberline?
Your boss as was? I have. Yes.
And he finds himself
in agreement with me.
Ourfriend is back.
Nothing's for certain.
And I won't have people
hiding in their homes again...
...till I get to certain.
If I see this in print...
...l'll be back here for some
ripping of my own.
Ooh. Ha, ha.
Who do you think you are, Reid?
What, you come here to rattle me?
Well, you forget what I know of you.
Oh, no. Do not fear,
good citizens, do not shake.
For sleepless, tireless
Detectives Reid and Abberline...
...hunt our Jack down dockside and rookery.
Two finer police the world
has not yet made!
So be of good heart.
This maniac will be brought
to ground and hearth.
Only, um...
Oh, yeah, no, he... He wasn't.
Was he?
The man and his works abide.
Friday. All right?
Unless you've got something proves
it's another knifeman...
...this story turns over on Friday.
ARTHERTON:
Ah, inspector.
REID:
I know, I know, Artherton.
ARTHERTON: It's not that, sir.
- What?
Our past has come to say "how do."
Chief inspectorAbberline.
What merits such a visit?
Enough dancing, detective.
If there's a diced-up girl
in this shop, she's mine.
Out.
How could you do this?
This is my shop now.
This is my case!
I know what this looks like.
But look. Look, this graffito.
This is Best's contrivance.
Look at her!
Hereyes, the stars on herface,
her guts.
Her abdomen was opened fresh
right here as part of the autopsy...
...conducted by Homer Jackson.
That Yankee clap doctor!
REID: The man was a U.S. Army surgeon
and he was a Pinkerton.
ABBERLINE: Pinkerton?
REID: That's right.
ABBERLINE:
A chartered mercenary with a badge!
And you place his word above mine?
I think you would have her
Ripper above all else.
Another bite, another chance at him.
But you would not?
I would have my innards
served to me cold...
...if I thought it would show him to us
but, Fred, what if?
What if this girl was
dressed as Jack for our eyes?
And in our fervor,
we fill the streets with uniform...
...hunting for him
and miss the truth of it?
Now, let me bring my mercenary
back in here and have him speak.
JACKSON: The fact he didn't
open her up strikes as strange.
Their guts, it's always
what he wanted the most...
...to open them up
and see the viscera in his hand.
Then he was caught short,
as he was with Elizabeth Stride.
Herthroat was cut,
the rest of her untouched.
But if he was disturbed with
this one, he went back to her.
Or he hid beside her.
But whichever, he waited some few
hours before bringing her here.
So long, in fact...
...that all the blood had ceased
to spill from her body.
You see these cuts
and gashes in herthroat?
And no blood
on the road she was dragged across.
I doubt that there would have been much
where they opened her up, either.
When the woman's throat was cut?
The throat is a post-mortem injury.
Then what did fall her?
Asphyxia.
Her hyoid bone is broken.
So she was strangled.
All else happened after.
These slits in her eyes and herface...
...with Kelly and Eddowes, they were
a postscript, an afterthought.
This girl, they're top billing.
This is theory, not proof.
Get proof. If you cannot...
...l'll pull rank and claim her.
[DOOR CLOSES]
What else?
Well, despite yourfriend
Best's connivery...
...she had been serviced,
recently and vigorously.
So she was a tart?
No, I don't think so.
See, I place her at no youngerthan 28.
Her skin, nail beds, the essential
health of her, uh, you know, apparatus.
By that age even the more
costly are worn through.
So if she wasn't a professional...
My guess...
The lady taught fiddle.
[LAUGHS]
Yeah, she lived to the north.
The new suburbs.
Has the Pinkerton been
conferring with spirits?
Enough, sergeant. Go on.
JACKSON:
Here, beneath her chin.
You see this moon-like impression
in the clavicle?
Herfingers...
...worn and puckered by strings.
And her hair,
there are heavy deposits in it.
Soot.
From the underground railway.
Which arrives, Drake, I believe,
from which direction?
REID:
Finchley, Highgate, Crouch End.
Missing persons reports.
Can't be too many lady violinists.
Just a warning, sir.
It may take some time.
The type-printing telegraphs
you ordered...
What of them? They're faster.
- So it is said...
- Reid.
You have a type-printer?
Hobbs,
you were instructed, were you not?
- Yes, inspector.
- Well?
It's a bit of a handful...
Come on, boy, this is the future!
The lad might come to terms
with it sooner, sir...
...if you weren't stood so close.
And that, Reid, is the
human barrierto progress.
I'm home to change.
You need to rest, too.
Captain Jackson.
The tonic you took from herthighs...
...have you wondered...
...whether it might not be
some kind of silver solution?
From a peeper's dry plate?
Emily.
Have you been to church?
I am home fora shirt.
And now you go back.
- It cannot be helped.
- Of course.
There is a particular reason
why I must return.
- Has he come?
- I don't know.
I don't know, it might be.
Please don't go out after nightfall.
I'II get word to you if
I'm to be gone all night.
I don't want you to worry.
I know.
No.
Send the runner to Mr. Reid.
He'll be taking the Metropolitan.
Finchley's missing a violinist.
Johnson!
DRAKE: It's the call to send them underground
that troubles me, sir.
- Seems unnatural.
Well, they're building more.
More trains, digging more tunnels.
It means the city can spread out
and we can stop living like rats.
What, come live on these streets?
Would you like that, Bennet?
I'd like many things, sir.
Is this it?
[CHOKING]
Mr. Thwaites, sir? It's the police.
[PANTING]
Drake! Drake, I cannot hold him.
[DRIVER URGING HORSE]
What did Reid want?
Weren't you taught to knock?
The day you pay rent,
Jackson, I'll knock.
Is that maniac on the strut again?
Who, Reid?
Relax, darling. You need to start
frisking men for knives again...
...l'll let you know. Now...
Any of the girls
get their picture taken?
Is this what brought Reid here?
Jackson, that man could ruin us.
He wants my help.
What am I supposed to do?
You tell him sorry
but you're indisposed?
Fine. But he'll ask himself why.
And me and you, we don't want that.
You stop lavishing your care
and attention on him.
Coming here was your idea.
When we came here, you said this was
the kind of lawless shitswarm...
...that we could hide ourselves
in and you were right.
But, darling, in case you haven't
noticed, we're not hiding any more.
We live here.
Now, if that man wants
to make a friend of me...
...he is welcome.
Beause if he ain't a friend,
he's an enemy...
...and an enemy like that we do not need.
So please, which of the girls
has a leaning to smut?
Myrtle!
Get Rose up here.
You can keep them if you like.
I may.
Where'd you get these done, Rose?
DRAKE: Two men boarded
a coach with some toff.
Trimmed whiskers, mustache.
Mr. Thwaites, these men,
they put you up there?
And the man Sergeant Drake
describes, do you know him?
Were you here to talk about Maude,
my wife?
Sir, you should prepare yourself.
Whatever the outcome...
...it may be saferfor you to remain
with us a while, Mr. Thwaites...
...until we find those men.
And I would apologize forwhere
I have been forced to lay her.
She will be moved as soon
as circumstance allows.
[DOOR OPENING]
Oh, Maude.
[THWAITES SOBBING]
PHOTOGRAPHER:
Just hold that position.
ROSE:
This is it.
PHOTOGRAPHER: Yeah, that's very good.
Can you show a little bit more?
ROSE:
Queen of Sheba.
Little Bo Peep.
Boudicca, Queen of the Britons.
Rose?
ROSE:
It's all right, Perce. He's with me.
Thinking of joining up, ain't you?
Business good?
Never better.
So long as we don't get copped
and find the right distribution.
Rosie here'll be lighting them
up in Blackpool.
Sarah Bernhardt and I
shall be one of a piece.
You already are, Rose.
You already are.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Don't y'all get cold out here?
Wouldn't know.
Never been out here before.
We have her name.
We know how she was killed.
And nothing else.
What does he want?
Your lead, inspector.
Your notion about the dry plates.
REID:
And this relates how?
And we have this, too.
It's more, uh...
Evolved.
That's disgusting!
It's disgustingly remunerative.
The act itself, Reid,
that's the future of smut.
Maude Thwaites was caught up in this?
It would fit.
No streetwalker but so recently
and energetically squired?
The gelatin from a photographer's
plate on herthigh?
I am in your debt.
You tell me which scratch Drake
is taking his fall in tonight...
...l'll consider it paid.
THWAITES: You've no right
to ask me this thing.
REID:
I fear I have every right, sir.
Yourwife's body bears the signs of
recent intimacy and I need to know...
...if that intimacy was shared with yourself.
- Of course it was.
[SIGHS]
Mr. Thwaites, why do you think those men
chose to string you up like they did?
I've told you,
I have no idea who they were.
No. I mean, there was trouble
taken to make it appear...
...self-slaughter, as if driven by
guilt or shame.
In any event, they wanted yoursilence.
But just what is it they were
feared you might speak of?
What shame, Mr. Thwaites?
This shame?
Did yourwife have
pictures taken like this?
How far and how openly did yourwife
share her intimacy?
Everything she did...
...she did for us.
For me.
So that my pride might not be ruined.
When I found her, she lived
near here, in Whitechapel.
She used to play forthe
children of the orphanage...
...on Criterion Street,
from where I hoped to deliver her.
My church group, we raise supplies...
...for a number of poor schools
in the borough.
I loved her immediately.
Before I married her, however...
She confessed to a certain...
...practicality.
But, as you say, you delivered her.
I did.
I promised hercomfort and dignity.
Pupils to be taken in herown home.
And she deceived you.
No, sergeant.
The deception was mine.
My...
Employment was not
as secure as I thought.
I had no grounds to
promise her those things.
Her home, even her violin...
...I mortgaged it all.
And so she returned to Whitechapel.
DRAKE: Where did she go?
THWAITES: I don't know.
- Who did she go to?
- I don't know.
Mr. Thwaites, it's unwise to rile him.
You think you can hurt me?
Here, when my most profound wish...
...is that those men had succeeded
in their task?
Can't you see, inspector,
that I am the last person...
...who would ever know about
the things that she did?
Because as far as I was concerned...
...it wasn't happening at all.
What do you think?
REID:
She was never Ripper, that girl.
Her killer prospers
by this radical smut.
DRAKE: You really don't think
it could have been the husband, sir?
The shame is too much,
he follows her, kills her.
He'd need lodgings.
Somewhere to work on her.
No.
Well, sergeant, like it or not, Joseph
Smeaton must draw us away a while.
- Are you fit and able?
- Yes, sir.
MAN:
Don't fight it, pull on!
Come on!
This scratch is over. Corner.
Come to, gentlemen. Fifth scratch.
[GROANS]
[DRAKE SCREAMING]
He ain't got to deal with it for too
much longer now, does he?
[CROWD SHOUTING]
[CROWD CHEERS]
I thought you said
he could be trusted! Eh?
Do the count, do the count!
Count it! Hurry up!
CROWD: Nine, eight,
seven, six, five...
...four, three, two, one.
[CHEERING]
- Come and get yourwinnings, here we go!
SMEATON: Here you go. One for you.
One for you, sir. One for you.
Oh, you bet. That for you.
Hey, leave off. What's going on?
Joseph Smeaton, I am arresting
you for the organization of...
...and the illicit profiteering
from prescribed and rigged fights.
Put the irons on him.
You're blue? Buckle me?
You need to put the irons on
every man jack in East London!
They'll be leaving their earnings with
someone new by the morning.
[SMEATON SCREAMS]
Counterfeit currency. I'll send
you down for snide, too, Joe.
Sir!
- Sir.
REID: It's fine.
The toff, whiskers, Thwaites...
There!
- Best make haste, Tucker.
TUCKER: Yes, sir.
REID: If Thwaites has anything more
to tell us about this man...
...we are taking it this time. Thwaites.
Oh, no! No, no, no, no, no!
- Find Jackson.
DRAKE: Yes, sir.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
JOHN: Mr. Thwaites' particulars, sir.
DRAKE: Thank you, John.
May I?
Sweet girl.
With dark secrets.
We've all got secrets.
Even Sergeant Drake here...
I would be gentle with
Sergeant Drake, if I were you.
He's of a mind to murder someone...
...and tonight I do not have
the strength to...
To stop him.
What do you see?
- Death and corruption.
- Look closer.
It's a blemish.
It's a mark on
the camera lens, most likely.
- The same place on each photograph.
- Same camera.
[BANGS ON DOOR]
DRAKE: Creighton!
REID: Go on, sergeant.
False bottom.
You may want to avert your eyes, Drake.
This is some strong meat.
I have her.
Not much seems to be
beyond our Maude, does it?
Hang on. That's him. It's the toff!
JACKSON:
What is this?
Look at this. It's all exactly the same.
Show me.
No!
Creighton!
[GRUNTS]
JACKSON:
Water only inflames it.
What kind of fire will not be doused?
REID:
The door is bolted fast.
Then all evidence dies here.
And all the men who know about it.
[BANGING ON DOOR]
Jackson, sheets! Pass me the sheets!
Clear out the space between the
hinges around the doorwith this.
Do it, sergeant! Cut me some strips.
Phosphorous. Flash powder.
- What's he doing?
The crazy bastard's making guncotton!
Guncotton?
[COUGHING]
REID:
This one in the bottom. Of course.
JACKSON:
Come on!
REID:
Back! Get back!
You're just shanking it.
You gotta aim right.
- You just take your time, sir.
Thank you, sergeant.
[DOG BARKING]
Now what?
I see these images all look identical...
...but by the end of the sequence, the
bird sits in a different position.
Now, there's a man...
...Frenchman, Le Prince. He's an engineer.
He has been experimenting
with photographic images...
...that move.
- Like a lantern show?
- No, real.
That's why the pictures appear
as a kind, because...
...every degree of muscular movement
has to be captured with precision.
So the end effect, therefore,
is fluid movement.
It is the... It is the precise
details of our lives caught...
...and represented to us.
Now, what, what if you
could make these images move?
And be real? You see?
See the leash?
Enough, perhaps, in a moment of...
...grotesque passion, to break her neck?
And what if this entire moment had
been captured by this new camera?
In the right circles, make them a mint.
Then they'd make more.
This man. We must find this man.
Ooh! Um...
[GIGGLES]
Oh!
Good evening, my ladies.
ROSE:
Good evening, sir.
[GIGGLES]
Turkish Delight?
Oh, thank you, sir.
Mmm.
ROSE:
Is there someone else in here, sir?
No.
No one you need worry about.
- Here, take another.
ROSE: Heh.
All your snitches, every tart,
landlord, bully and thief.
He'll be wealthy, refined, ruthless.
Artherton. I've come for her.
Where's Reid?
- Uh, the inspector addresses his men.
Right.
We only have these pictures,
we have no name.
His name is SirArthur Donaldson.
Summer '86, before yourtime here.
He got his cock out
at a church picnic in Victoria Park.
Week orso later...
...tore the blouse off a pregnant
woman on the Stepney omnibus.
Charged him, but man from such a family
as like to do jug as Victoria herself.
The address was all we ever had for him.
- Thank you, Fred.
- Go.
Where's Rose, Susan?
Rose isn't with us
this morning, Mr. Jackson.
Will one of ourother girls serve?
She has to hearwhat I have to say.
She's got to stop with the smut.
You squire her one day and
then you daddy herthe next?
What's the problem here, Susan?
Now you decide to get jealous?
Jealous?
I would rather shrivel and die alone
than let you near me again.
Then get the girl.
She's not here.
She was ordered out
and is yet to be returned.
They're late. And what's worse,
they paid me in snide.
- Who did?
- I don't know.
A toff took two of them
away in his great charabanc.
Right, get your hat.
You're going to see Reid.
No, I'm doing no such thing.
You touch me again and I will kill you.
Oh, no, no, no, my beauty.
- You're coming with me.
- No.
Tristan or Bertrand or whatever
your name is, I'm going home.
I've paid for you, you're mine.
Get off me!
DRAKE:
Get the door.
No one at home, sir.
[ROSE GROANS]
Hobbs! Donaldson's friends
and relatives, The Telegraph.
Scotland Yard must have their
names and addresses.
Reid.
Show and tell, Susan.
Counterfeit. Two of my girls
taken last night, not yet returned.
Black coach, one horse.
They paid in that.
REID:
Smeaton.
Come with me.
[ROSE WHIMPERING]
[GROANING]
[GASPS]
What?
ROSE:
What's he doing?
This snide. One of yours, I believe.
Mine are all overthe city.
Only they're not.
Arthur Donaldson, where is he?
What makes you think that I know, eh?
Sincerely? Not a great deal. Instinct.
[SMEATON GASPS]
Well, you can take your instinct...
...and you can shove it up this
animal's fundament.
Shall we make another?
I...
Huh?
I need light.
Imagine, a little thing like that
come between us and our enrichment!
Light...
...you shall have.
[GROANS]
Where is Donaldson?
SMEATON:
He lives in Mayfair!
- Unh.
DRAKE: We know that. He does no longer.
[SMEATON GROANING]
I only went there once!
- Well?
- Under our noses, sir.
DONALDSON: This will calm you.
- Unh.
[ROSE GURGLES]
MAN:
Downstairs.
Donaldson! Arthur Donaldson!
[GASPS]
Myrtle, Myrtle, where is Rose?
REID:
Jackson!
REID:
Get the sword, sergeant.
REID:
Drake!
[SHOUTS]
[COUGHING]
REID:
Does she breathe, sergeant?
DRAKE:
She does, sir.
Whatever happens...
...whatever punishment is seen fit
for all this, that is extraordinary.
[SOBS]
[SCREAMING]
[DOOR OPENS]
[ALL MURMURING]
This way.
I thought, at last...
...I thought it was safe again.
Shush now. It is, it is safe now.
Thank you, Drake. I'll tend to her now.
[ROSE MOANS]
JACKSON:
Hey, Rosie. Hey...
ABBERLINE:
Clear the way, lads.
The facts.
Have you lost your mind?
Why?
Because it is the truth.
And I would have the world know it.
She was never Ripper, that girl.
But you two...
...you for profit...
...you for guilt, I suspect, wanted it so.
Now I ask us to undertake this.
That we find a little joy
in his continued absence...
...that we cease to look for him...
...in every act of evil
that crosses our path.
There is an abundance of that hereabout
and I would have obsession...
...blinker us to the widerworld no longer.
Am I understood?
Then get out.
Edmund, this last year...
...that lunatic will ever bind me to you...
...but you ask too much.
He lives still,
he breathes this air still.
These streets demand your vigilance.
No.
We did everything in our power...
...used every instrument allowed to us,
some that were not.
All that we can hope for now
is that he is gone and stays gone.
He will own my life no more.
The men of Whitechapel
do your job for you once more.
[CROWD YELLING]
REID:
He is my prisoner and in my protection.
MAN:
Then at a time of my choosing...
...we will end you all this night.
[SCREAMING]
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