From Hell Script - Dialogue Transcript

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From Hell Script


  

                   

[Ominous instrumental music]



 

                   

[Match striking]



 

                   

[Eerie flute music]



 

                   

[Dramatic instrumental music]



 

                   

[Dramatic music crescendos]



 

                   

[Train whistle blows]



 

                   

[Men and women talking]



 

                   

MAN: Get out of here!



 

                   

[Man yelling]



  

                   

[Horse neighing]



  

                   

[Sheep bleating]



  

                   

WOMAN:

You're taking all our money again.



  

                   

[Woman yelling]



  

                   

[Man urinating]



  

                   

That's better.



  

                   

WOMAN: You'll feel better

when you get home.



  

                   

[Shouting]



  

                   

KATE: There's one over there.



  

                   

POLLY: Gonna be a long night, Mary.

MARY: Too bloody long.



  

                   

[Loud chattering]



  

                   

[Rowdy laughter]



  

                   

ANNIE: It's quiet, isn't it?

You having any luck?



  

                   

MARY: Not much, love.



  

                   

MAN: Give you a penny for a suck.

MARY: Piss off.



  

                   

LIZ: Hi. Where's Kate?

MARY: Across the street.



  

                   

[Men chattering]



  

                   

GEORDIE: Miss?



  

                   

-What do you want?

-Shut your hole, bitch.



  

                   

I know you.

You're Geordie, from Nichol Street.



  

                   

Do you remember me, Mary Kelly?



  

                   

I'd never forget you, McQueen.



  

                   

[Sound of buttons being ripped off]



  

                   

Will you stop that?

Buttons are hard to come by.



  

                   

What does a whore need buttons for?



  

                   

I warned you and your friends.

Payment was expected Monday.



  

                   

MARY: I'm working, ain't l?



  

                   

We all are.



  

                   

And I am making sure

that no one troubles you.



  

                   

I'm providing a service, Mary Kelly.



  

                   

And I expect to be paid...



  

                   

...or else you will be very troubled.



  

                   

Now, you tell...



  

                   

...your five...



  

                   

...friends they bring me my money

by tomorrow...



  

                   

...or this friend of mine here...



  

                   

...will be your next customer.



  

                   

[Ominous instrumental music]



  

                   

[Women moaning]



  

                   

[Bell tolling]



  

                   

[Women chattering]



  

                   

-You're bloody filthy this morning.

-I bleedin' stink.



  

                   

-What'd you get up to last night?

-You don't want to know.



  

                   

Give us a look.



  

                   

ANN: Mary.



  

                   

Thank God I found you.



  

                   

He's coming.



  

                   

Albert's coming today.



  

                   

I need you to look after the baby.



  

                   

Let's have a hold.



  

                   

ANN: I'm so proud of her.

MARY: She's the most gorgeous little girl.



  

                   

MARTHA: lsn't she beautiful?



  

                   

ANN: She's lovely, isn't she?



  

                   

I'll be seeing you in a bit.



  

                   

Get us a jar of gin, will you?



  

                   

You look fine, Ann.



  

                   

Must be nice,

having a rich man looking after you.



  

                   

She has your eyes and her father's brow.

Don't you think?



  

                   

She is a perfect love, but, Ann,

we're all in a terrible way for money.



  

                   

-The Nichols gang--

-They want our blood.



  

                   

-Know what they said they'd do?

-Don't start.



  

                   

What's she saying?



  

                   

They want   a week from each of us.



  

                   

Count yourself lucky.



  

                   

Good and lucky that you got

a wealthy man to take care of you.



  

                   

We need   to pay them,

so we can't spare the time.



  

                   

I'll get you the   from Albert.



  

                   

He might say no. I can't take a chance.



  

                   

He won't. I know he won't.



  

                   

He's been in France on business.



  

                   

He wrote, he sold a lot of his paintings.



  

                   

He's sure to have full pockets

and feel generous.



  

                   

MARY: To you perhaps, but--

ANN: I'll ask for meself.



  

                   

I'll get you the  . I promise.



  

                   

[Snoring]



  

                   

I'm not gonna hurt you, Netley.



  

                   

Remember me?



  

                   

Remember who I am?



  

                   

Your charge will be coming down

sooner than expected. Much sooner.



  

                   

Be a good man. Get him home quickly.



  

                   

Quickly and quietly.



  

                   

Understood?



  

                   

Well said.



  

                   

Very well said.



  

                   

[Somber instrumental music]



  

                   

[Slow, melodic instrumental music]



  

                   

[Ann shrieking]



  

                   

Take them out.



  

                   

What is the meaning of this?



  

                   

Kidney, what in God's name are you doing?



   

                   

[Ann screaming]



   

                   

I want this room in pieces.



   

                   

[Ann screaming]



   

                   

ALBERT: I demand an explanation.



   

                   

It's Albert.



   

                   

[Ann shrieking]



   

                   

[Horse neighing]



   

                   

ANN: Get off me.



   

                   

[Baby crying]



   

                   

ANN: Please. No!



   

                   

[Ann screaming]



   

                   

Who knows?



   

                   

I didn't know.



   

                   

I swear, I didn't.



   

                   

How can I tell anyone else?



   

                   

Who knows?



   

                   

Who knows?



   

                   

I don't know who they could be.



   

                   

Albert must've mixed in

with something terrible.



   

                   

She's hungry and cold, poor thing.



   

                   

[Baby crying]



   

                   

I've got to take her to them.



   

                   

I've got to take her to Ann's parents.



   

                   

You go. Leave baby Alice with them.



   

                   

I'll get to work,

and I'll meet you later at the Ten Bells.



   

                   

[General street chatter and noise]



   

                   

[Muffled screaming]



   

                   

[Blade thudding]



   

                   

[Ominous instrumental music]



   

                   

[Eerie choral music]



   

                   

[Quick, pounding heartbeat]



   

                   

[Pounding heartbeat slows]



   

                   

[Rats squeaking]



   

                   

[Voices muttering]



   

                   

[Voice muttering]



   

                   

[Woman breathing heavily]



   

                   

[Woman screaming]



   

                   

[Groaning]



   

                   

[Flies buzzing]



   

                   

CORONER: Notice something, lnspector?



   

                   

[Opium den owner speaking Chinese]



   

                   

I pay. I already pay.



   

                   

I'm not after you, Emperor. Where is he?



   

                   

Move it!



   

                   

Get up.



   

                   

Get up!



   

                   

Hello, darling.



   

                   

Sergeant.



   

                   

It's night.



   

                   

Well spotted, lnspector Abberline.

Indeed it is night.



   

                   

Our genius has returned to us.



   

                   

Thank you, gentlemen.



   

                   

Remember, if you ever wish to escape

the dreary confines of your duties...



   

                   

...this never happened.



   

                   

Cut along now.



   

                   

Have I lost a day?



   

                   

No. It's only four hours since you left here.



   

                   

Deepest apologies for the rude awakening.



   

                   

I suspect you enjoyed that.



   

                   

"I must be cruel only to be kind,"

as the poet said.



   

                   

Although, I'd happily wallop you

every time you chase the dragon.



   

                   

I had a sneaking suspicion

you might interrupt.



   

                   

You've seen something?



   

                   

What did you see?



   

                   

A petticoat saturated with blood.



   

                   

They used to burn men like you alive.



   

                   

Sometime this evening,

a bangtail was murdered in George Yard.



   

                   

That doesn't sound

much out of the ordinary.



   

                   

It was the way she was done.



   

                   

It was the way the bangtail was done

that cries out for a man of your talents.



   

                   

[Ominous instrumental music]



   

                   

[Flies buzzing]



   

                   

POLICE SURGEON:

Her name was Martha Tabram.



   

                   

I don't know what sort of name Tabram is.



   

                   

It sounds foreign to me.



   

                   

This is not what I saw.



   

                   

Not the woman of your dreams?



   

                   

Are you sure?



   

                   

-Show him.

-You show him.



   

                   

Why do I have to be exposed

to this degradation over and over again?



   

                   

I've looked at the mess twice.



   

                   

Before he cut her throat,

he removed her livelihood as a keepsake.



   

                   

[Eerie instrumental music]



   

                   

SIR WILLIAM: Gentlemen,

we are indeed fortunate today...



   

                   

...to be able to observe an entirely new

approach to the treatment of insanity.



   

                   

Dr. Ferral, I was just saying

to my colleagues...



   

                   

...we're here in the hope you'll permit us

to observe this new treatment of yours.



   

                   

I wasn't expecting

such distinguished visitors.



   

                   

But you're all welcome, of course.



   

                   

I'm ready to begin.



   

                   

SIR WILLIAM: Who is your patient?

FERRAL: Ann Crook.



   

                   

An unfortunate, Sir William,

who is hysterical and violent.



   

                   

And has severe delusions of persecution.



   

                   

Poor girl. Do please proceed.



   

                   

Gentlemen.



   

                   

[Dramatic instrumental music]



   

                   

[Moaning and whimpering]



   

                   

We have one tap above...



   

                   

...and one into the left lobe.



   

                   

And...



   

                   

...one on the right...



   

                   

...and this unlucky patient's dementia...



   

                   

...will no longer take a violent form.



   

                   

Thanks to this simple procedure...



   

                   

...we can now permanently alleviate

the poor girl's suffering.



   

                   

[Light-hearted chattering]



   

                   

MARY: What could I do?

I had to leave the baby with Ann's parents.



   

                   

Rich man?

Thought he was gonna take care of her?



   

                   

Knew that was too good to be true.



   

                   

KATE: They're gonna kill every one of us.



   

                   

Who is this Albert anyway?



   

                   

Who cares about Albert

and Ann's troubles?



   

                   

What are we gonna do?



   

                   

We can't stay clear

of the Nichols boys forever.



   

                   

They say that they held

poor Martha down...



   

                   

...and watched her bleed

until she passed out.



   

                   

Then they cut her throat.



   

                   

McQueen is mad.

He enjoys hurting women.



   

                   

POLLY: It's insane that they want  .

How are we gonna get  ?



   

                   

Not with my old cunny.

I'd be lucky to get four pence.



   

                   

BARTENDER: Behave yourselves

or bugger off.



   

                   

LIZ: You can bugger off.



   

                   

KATE: We work, girls.



   

                   

We work the streets harder than ever.

Right?



   

                   

Right?



   

                   

POLLY: All right.

We can do it here, but hurry up.



   

                   

POLLY: The bobbies are tracking us.

MAN: Right.



   

                   

Gotta get the old man hard first.



   

                   

POLLY: Give it here. I'll put it in meself.



   

                   

[Moaning]



   

                   

-Is that in?

-Of course it is. Come on.



   

                   

It's not.

You got it stuck between your legs.



   

                   

POLLY: No, I haven't. Come on.



   

                   

MAN: I knows it when I feels it.



   

                   

[Moaning]



   

                   

That's mine, Polly.



   

                   

That's my money.



   

                   

I could pop your eye out.



   

                   

The customers wouldn't mind.



   

                   

They don't mind if a whore can see.



   

                   

OFFICER: What's that you got?

McQUEEN: What've I got?



   

                   

What have I got here, Constable?

Only a little thing.



   

                   

Only a little thing to you,

but a great thing to me.



   

                   

OFFICER: Move!

Or I'll bash that smart mouth.



   

                   

You're a dead woman.



   

                   

LIZ: Lovey,

he won't bother you again tonight.



   

                   

ANNIE: That's right. Look.



   

                   

One for the Nichols, and one for me.



   

                   

LIZ: Come here.



   

                   

[Sobbing]



   

                   

We'll work the streets together.



   

                   

I'll keep my eye on you, love.



   

                   

You pig!



   

                   

You disgusting pig!



   

                   

[Sobbing]



   

                   

Yeah, I'm a pig.



   

                   

I'm what's wrong with the world.



   

                   

Be on your own then.



   

                   

POLLY: No!



   

                   

LIZ: You don't want the company of a pig!



   

                   

What the fuck are you looking at?



   

                   

THE RIPPER: Thirsty?



   

                   

POLLY: Yes.



   

                   

That was the thing that was in my dream.



   

                   

POLLY: What's it called again?

THE RIPPER: Cleopatra's needle.



   

                   

Cleopatra. She was a beauty, wasn't she?



   

                   

THE RIPPER: It was carved      years

before the Son of God was born.



   

                   

Six men died to bring it here...



   

                   

...from Egypt.



   

                   

[Muffled screaming]



   

                   

[Eerie instrumental music]



   

                   

[Police whistles blowing]



   

                   

OFFICER: May the good Lord have mercy.



   

                   

[Inaudible talking]



   

                   

OLD MAN: She was like that

when I found her. All murdered.



   

                   

WOMAN: What kind of monster did this?



   

                   

[General murmuring]



   

                   

GODLEY: The boys have made rounds

of the taverns...



   

                   

...and the delightful domiciles

that make up this charming street.



   

                   

Will it surprise you

that no one heard a sound?



   

                   

Her throat was cut,

but there's no arterial spray on the wall.



   

                   

She was killed somewhere else.



   

                   

It rained last night, didn't it?



   

                   

She's dry.



   

                   

She was brought here

in a carriage or something.



   

                   

Her throat must've been cut

in the carriage.



   

                   

I imagine they stopped it over there.



   

                   

They?



   

                   

There's more than one?



   

                   

Most definitely.



   

                   

This was all in your vision?



   

                   

[Loud popping of flash]



   

                   

GODLEY: Jesus!



   

                   

So, definitely more than one person.



   

                   

It has to be a message

from the Nichols boys. Right?



   

                   

What the hell?



   

                   

That's grapes, isn't it?



   

                   

What the hell would a bangtail

be doing with grapes?



   

                   

[Ominous instrumental music]



   

                   

I'd like to give them an answer.



   

                   

-What?

-The Nichols boys.



   

                   

I'd welcome the opportunity to give

them an answer to their bloody message.



   

                   

There is most definitely a message here.

You're right about that.



   

                   

What am I wrong about?



   

                   

Martha Tabram was raped,

tortured and killed.



   

                   

That's cruel.



   

                   

But I've seen that sort of cruelty

in the East End before.



   

                   

This is methodical.



   

                   

The butchery is irrational, yet...



   

                   

...meticulous and deliberate.



   

                   

Altogether a different breed of killer.



   

                   

As soon as possible,

I'd like to know what he took.



   

                   

What do you mean "what he took"?



   

                   

-Didn't you notice?

-What?



   

                   

He's taken at least one of her organs.



   

                   

Oh, no.



   

                   

I want every veterinarian...



   

                   

...butcher, furrier in the district

interviewed.



   

                   

Furrier? What did he do, sir? Skin her?



   

                   

Pipe down, Withers.



   

                   

When the lnspector is talking

you are listening, understand?



   

                   

Yes, Sergeant.



   

                   

He disemboweled her.



   

                   

After he cut her throat,

stabbed her in the chest...



   

                   

...cut open her stomach,

and took out her intestines.



   

                   

At least one of her organs was removed.



   

                   

I'm waiting for the police surgeon's report

for more details.



   

                   

SIR CHARLES: I see.



   

                   

One thing's for certain,

an Englishman didn't do it.



   

                   

Maybe one of these Red lndians...



   

                   

...wandered into Whitechapel

and indulged his natural inclinations.



   

                   

With all due respect, sir...



   

                   

...l believe this was done by someone with

at least a working knowledge of dissection.



   

                   

-An educated man, such as a doctor--

-An educated man? That's preposterous.



   

                   

No well-bred man would do this.



   

                   

Probably a tradesman or a butcher.



   

                   

A tradesman is a possibility, sir.



   

                   

But there's a strong indication against it.



   

                   

There was a sprig ofgrapes

under her body.



   

                   

What are you driving at?



   

                   

No one in Whitechapel, no matter

what their trade, could afford grapes.



   

                   

Obviously,

they were given to her by the killer.



   

                   

It follows that he must be

someone with money.



   

                   

What about the Jews? A Jew butcher?



   

                   

Or a Jew tailor might have money.

Plenty of them in Whitechapel.



   

                   

Sir, for the sake of public safety

in general...



   

                   

...l'd like to be careful about spreading

the rumor it might be a Jew.



   

                   

I know your reputation for making guesses

that turn out to be right.



   

                   

Someone told me

you claim to dream the answers.



   

                   

Frankly, it doesn't matter to me

what your methods are.



   

                   

But be certain you don't proceed

without proof. Is that clear?



   

                   

Of course, sir.



   

                   

Personally, I don't care. The fewer

pinch-pricks on the streets, the better.



   

                   

But the sooner you find this butcher

or tailor...



   

                   

...the sooner we can all celebrate

your promotion.



   

                   

Keep me informed.



   

                   

[Suspenseful instrumental music]



   

                   

[Shouting]



   

                   

MAN #  : Every cellar, every stable.

We'll find him.



   

                   

MAN # : It's the bleeding Jews.

Let's kill them!



   

                   

[Shouting]



   

                   

[Light-hearted music

playing on gramophone]



   

                   

[Ominous instrumental music]



   

                   

[Eerie choral music]



   

                   

[Voices whispering]



   

                   

VICTORIA: I have wonderful news.



   

                   

FREDERICK: Tell me.



   

                   

Surely you, of all people, can guess.



   

                   

FREDERICK:

I don't want to guess with you.



   

                   

Dr. Marbury says....



   

                   

Dr. Marbury says?



   

                   

Dr. Marbury says

I'm going to have your child.



   

                   

[Mystical instrumental music]



   

                   

GODLEY: "Ay, to die



   

                   

"and go we know not where



   

                   

"To lie in cold obstruction and to rot"



   

                   

A simple "rest in peace" would suffice.



   

                   

GODLEY: Yes, sir.



   

                   

"In the midst of life we are in death...



   

                   

"...of whom may we seek for succor

but of Thee, O Lord...



   

                   

"...who for our sins art justly displeased?



   

                   

"Yet, O Lord God most holy...



   

                   

"...O Lord most mighty.... "



   

                   

[Cawing]



   

                   

FREDERICK: Good afternoon, ladies.



   

                   

I'm lnspector Abberline.

This is Sgt. Godley.



   

                   

We're investigating the murders

of Polly Nichols and Martha Tabram.



   

                   

We understand they were both friends

of you ladies.



   

                   

Close friends.

We're hoping you'd be able to help us.



   

                   

LIZ: Don't know nothing.



   

                   

ANNIE: Me neither.



   

                   

Why are you bothering us?

You ought to bother McQueen.



   

                   

-Is he the boss of Nichol Street?

-The heart and soul of the gang.



   

                   

Isn't it your job to be knowing

that small detail?



   

                   

What makes you think McQueen did this?



   

                   

Can't prove nothing by me.



   

                   

-You're Mary Kelly, right?

-That's right.



   

                   

FREDERICK: Unless one of you

is willing to testify against McQueen...



   

                   

...l can't do nothing.



   

                   

Surely, lnspector...



   

                   

...a strong, handsome man like you...



   

                   

...could do anything

you put your brilliant mind to.



   

                   

I'm a coward and a weakling.

I can't help meself.



   

                   

What's your excuse?

Why are you so bloody useless?



   

                   

KATE: Come on, Mary. They won't help us.



   

                   

Is that you?



   

                   

Before my mother died, back in lreland.



   

                   

-Is that when you came here?

-Yeah.



   

                   

-When I was  .

-When things was good.



   

                   

MARY: We were starving,

but we were starving in fresh air.



   

                   

I was thinking...



   

                   

...we ain't never gonna earn enough

to satisfy the Nichols boys...



   

                   

...and feed our own mouths.



   

                   

You said those men...



   

                   

...who took the rich artist man

and her as well....



   

                   

You said they was clean-shaven,

and their clothes was neat.



   

                   

MARY: Right.

ANNIE: They weren't criminals, then.



   

                   

They weren't the Nichols boys.



   

                   

They was unusual.



   

                   

Perhaps even official.



   

                   

What are you getting at?



   

                   

Maybe we could go with the papers,

get paid for the story.



   

                   

ANNIE: "Where's Ann Crook?"



   

                   

The papers are always desperate

for things bad about the government.



   

                   

It's a mystery, to boot.



   

                   

Not a bad plan. What do you think, Mary?



   

                   

We should talk to that inspector,

the one at Polly's funeral.



   

                   

Fuck me! No.



   

                   

If we go to the papers, they might hurt Ann

even worse. Or hurt the baby.



   

                   

Worse than what'll happen to her

in Whitechapel when she sprouts teats?



   

                   

MARY: I don't know for sure.



   

                   

But I think we're better off

talking to that inspector.



   

                   

Lord, you are young after all.



   

                   

Four bitches.



   

                   

That's what I thought.



   

                   

You only paid for one person.



   

                   

MARY: They're my guests.

LANDLORD: Guests?



   

                   

Let me welcome your guests.



   

                   

Go on! Get out!



   

                   

Get out of here, you bloody whores.



   

                   

When you have four pence...



   

                   

...you can come back

with your ladies in waiting, Your Grace.



   

                   

LIZ: Shut up.



   

                   

ANNIE: Back to work then.



   

                   

Let's try and stay together.



   

                   

-We can't. You know that.

-Then stay good and clear of Nichol Street.



   

                   

Come on.



   

                   

LIZ: All right, Annie?



   

                   

ANNIE: Bloody bastard.



   

                   

LIZ: How's your head?

ANNIE: Very funny.



   

                   

[Liz laughing]



   

                   

[Somber music playing on gramophone]



   

                   

[Dramatic choral music]



   

                   

[Eerie instrumental music]



   

                   

[Horses neighing]



   

                   

[Dramatic instrumental music]



   

                   

[Horses approaching]



   

                   

NETLEY: Boo!



   

                   

[Netley chuckling]



   

                   

NETLEY: I didn't frighten you, did l?



   

                   

I've been looking for you.



   

                   

Been looking all over for you.



   

                   

You've been looking for me?



   

                   

Not for me. On behalf of my gentleman.



   

                   

A very fine gentleman.

He sent me to find you.



   

                   

Your gentleman sent you to find me?



   

                   

Get off! I might be unfortunate,

but I'm not a blithering idiot.



   

                   

It's the truth! The God's truth.



   

                   

He's seen you. He likes you.



   

                   

He said, tonight, only you'll do.



   

                   

He said to find you, take you to

Hanover Street where he's waiting for you.



   

                   

You're very pretty.



   

                   

[Scoffing]



   

                   

[Metallic rattling]



   

                   

NETLEY: Go on. Get in, I'll take you there.



   

                   

I almost forgot.

My gentleman got you a present.



   

                   

-You like grapes?

-Yeah.



   

                   

Your gentleman, he must be very refined.



   

                   

ANNIE: Very refined indeed.

NETLEY: Get in.



   

                   

-I'll take you there.

-All right.



   

                   

[Suspenseful instrumental music]



   

                   

NETLEY: Here we are.



   

                   

ANNIE: I'm a lucky lady.

NETLEY: You are, lady.



   

                   

ANNIE: Your gaffer,

does he want anything special?



   

                   

NETLEY: Just the usual, I expect.



   

                   

This alley takes you to the yard.



   

                   

My gentleman is quiet.

He doesn't like disturbances.



   

                   

What I want to know is, a toff like him...



   

                   

...how much is he offering?



   

                   

NETLEY: Here,   for now.



   

                   

That'll do me.



   

                   

Let me see you.



   

                   

ANNIE: Down there?

NETLEY: Straight to the door at the end.



   

                   

ANNIE: Straight down there, right?



   

                   

[Annie humming]



   

                   

[Shrieking]



   

                   

[Thudding]



   

                   

[Ripping]



   

                   

[Train whistle blowing]



   

                   

[Train chugging]



   

                   

[Muffled screaming]



   

                   

[Cat screeching]



   

                   

[Muffled shouting]



   

                   

POLICEMAN: You watch your mouth!



   

                   

[Yelling]



   

                   

BEST: Any more information?

My readers want to know.



   

                   

Is it true you found a piece

of leather apron in her mouth?



   

                   

No. But if it's your fancy, I'd be delighted

to stuff your mouth with leather.



   

                   

BEST: Give us a tidbit, Sergeant.

We'll put your picture on the front page.



   

                   

WOMAN: Do something about this.

This is ridiculous.



   

                   

MAN: There's a bloody murderer

on the loose. What about my wife?



   

                   

[Eerie instrumental music]



   

                   

This is Annie.



   

                   

GODLEY: Yes.

Another of the circle of friends.



   

                   

Annie Chapman.



   

                   

Dark Annie, they called her.

You still say this isn't the Nichols boys?



   

                   

Did the constable show you the bit

of leather found by the waterspout?



   

                   

Could be part of a butcher's apron.



   

                   

Leather apron. Dear God,

we could be looking for a butcher after all.



   

                   

I saw her.



   

                   

-This one?

-Yeah, last night.



   

                   

[Muffled laughter]



   

                   

I saw her face.



   

                   

POLICEMAN: Don't trample over this area.

WOMAN: Let us see the body!



   

                   

WOMAN: Come on, let us see.

GODLEY: Oh, God.



   

                   

There's your typical Londoner...



   

                   

...imbued with the Christian spirit

of sympathy for his fellow man.



   

                   

Or fellow whore, in this case.



   

                   

He's really outdone himself this time.



   

                   

He not only severed the intestines...



   

                   

...he's carefully arranged them

around the neck and shoulders.



   

                   

I think he's taken more organs this time.



   

                   

Grapes again. Why grapes?



   

                   

Only Polly and Dark Annie

were given grapes.



   

                   

Only they were disemboweled

in such a meticulous fashion.



   

                   

This ain't killing for profit.



   

                   

This is ritual.



   

                   

Yeah, but why grapes?



   

                   

So they'll trust whatever he offers.



   

                   

I've never fully understood that tradition.



   

                   

They're for the ferryman.



   

                   

The ferryman who takes the body

across the river into the land of the dead.



   

                   

If she don't have the money to pay him...



   

                   

...she'd have to wander,

forever lost between the two worlds.



   

                   

I need to consult a doctor.



   

                   

Are you ill, lnspector?



   

                   

A surgeon, to be specific.



   

                   

The killer removed

the victim's uterus and its attachments.



   

                   

My God. He's out of his mind.



   

                   

That's very astute of you, sir.



   

                   

I don't appreciate sarcasm, lnspector.



   

                   

FREDERICK: I'm sorry, sir.

I meant nothing by it.



   

                   

You already have a surgeon

at your disposal.



   

                   

I need a man with a strong stomach

and a sober mind.



   

                   

The police surgeon has neither.



   

                   

SIR CHARLES: No. Request denied.

FREDERICK: Why?



   

                   

Are you questioning my decision?



   

                   

No, sir. I simply want to know why.



   

                   

There's already too much nonsense

and gossip in the press.



   

                   

You start consulting doctors, and

all sorts of wild notions will be printed.



   

                   

No one else is to see the bodies.



   

                   

DOCTOR #  : It is my honor...



   

                   

...to present this unique

medical phenomenon.



   

                   

Until last week, Mr. Joseph Merrick--



   

                   

DOCTOR # : John Merrick.



   

                   

I beg your pardon.



   

                   

Mr. John Merrick was an attraction

at a side show.



   

                   

Now he's being cared for

at England's leading hospital.



   

                   

With your generosity,

we will be able to continue to do so.



   

                   

Ladies and gentlemen...



   

                   

...Mr. John Merrick.



   

                   

[Crowd gasping]



   

                   

DOCTOR #  : Turn around.



   

                   

[Crowd murmuring]



   

                   

WOMAN: It should've been killed at birth.



   

                   

DOCTOR: Good health!



   

                   

[Laughter]



   

                   

[Chamber music playing]



   

                   

ATTENDANT: That will be the last one,

Your Royal Highness.



   

                   

[Chattering]



   

                   

FERRAL: ...a psychotic patient.



   

                   

Pardon me, sir. Are you Dr. Ferral?



   

                   

I am.



   

                   

I'm lnspector Abberline,

assigned to Whitechapel.



   

                   

Oh, my Lord! You're the Ripper case.



   

                   

-Am I right?

-Yeah.



   

                   

Jolly good.



   

                   

You've come to the perfect place.

We've got butchers aplenty here.



   

                   

I see.



   

                   

I could certainly use your expertise

to help solve this case.



   

                   

They tell me you're

the best young surgeon in London.



   

                   

FERRAL: Really?



   

                   

I don't see how a reputable surgeon

could know anything about it.



   

                   

This country's overrun

with foreigners, Orientals.



   

                   

Jews.



   

                   

Socialists trying to stir things up

against our monarchy.



   

                   

That's who you should be pursuing,

don't you think?



   

                   

Excuse me.

You don't belong here, do you?



   

                   

[Match striking]



   

                   

SIR WILLIAM: I'm afraid Dr. Ferral suffers

from the surgeon's malady.



   

                   

FREDERICK: What's that, sir?



   

                   

Want of feeling.



   

                   

He knows everything about anatomy

and nothing about the soul.



   

                   

How may I assist you, lnspector?



   

                   

Forgive my ignorance, but...



   

                   

...are you a surgeon?



   

                   

I was.



   

                   

Unfortunately,

I suffered a brain seizure six months ago.



   

                   

-I'm sorry to hear that, sir.

-These days, I limit myself to teaching.



   

                   

So you see, I'm accustomed to

answering questions, lnspector.



   

                   

FREDERICK: Could you tell me

what sort of a knife this would be?



   

                   

[Chuckles]



   

                   

I think you mean to draw a Liston knife.



   

                   

It's named for Liston,

who was a surgeon in the Crimean War.



   

                   

Because there was

no anesthetic on the battlefield...



   

                   

...he had to carry out

his amputations very quickly.



   

                   

Do you, by any chance,

have the police surgeon's report available?



   

                   

FREDERICK: Yes, I do, sir.

SIR WILLIAM: May l?



   

                   

FREDERICK:

You must keep this confidential.



   

                   

SIR WILLIAM: Of course.



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

[Coughs]



   

                   

Wouldn't someone

have heard their screams?



   

                   

Not if he cut their throats first.



   

                   

Yes.



   

                   

How can you be sure they wouldn't

react to seeing the Liston knife?



   

                   

Grapes.



   

                   

He offers them grapes first.



   

                   

-Grapes are very tempting.

-They'd gobble them up.



   

                   

He might offer them a drink

to ease them down.



   

                   

A drink laced with laudanum.



   

                   

SIR WILLIAM: How do you know that?



   

                   

I found a sprig of grapes

on both victims' bodies.



   

                   

And I smelled the laudanum on their lips.



   

                   

Laudanum is a derivative of opium.



   

                   

Apart from doctors and addicts,

not many would recognize it.



   

                   

How long have you

chased the dragon, lnspector?



   

                   

SIR WILLIAM: These should help

with the headaches.



   

                   

Opium leaches minerals out of the body,

so I've also given you a tonic.



   

                   

That'll help to restore your appetite.



   

                   

Thank you very much, sir.



   

                   

-I'm a fool.

-I don't think you're a fool.



   

                   

[Laughs] Far from it.



   

                   

I ought to have known that you're

physician ordinary to the royal family.



   

                   

It's certainly an honor, but it's an honor

bestowed on many doctors.



   

                   

Now, about our friend here.

He cut their throats from left to right.



   

                   

Therefore, he's right-handed.



   

                   

Excuse me.



   

                   

He had to slice through

four layers of tissue...



   

                   

...and up to an inch of subcutaneous fat.



   

                   

After that...



   

                   

...he entered the abdominal cavity, so he

would've used more than the Liston knife.



   

                   

Perhaps he was carrying

a portable amputation kit similar to this.



   

                   

What do you think?



   

                   

Is it possible that the killer

is an educated man?



   

                   

Perhaps someone who studied medicine,

but who is not a surgeon himself?



   

                   

The intestines are simple enough,

but the uterus?



   

                   

The liver, very hard to locate,

unless you know what you're doing.



   

                   

And he was working quickly, in the dark.



   

                   

I had held out hope that this...



   

                   

...monster was a veterinarian or a furrier...



   

                   

...or an especially well-educated butcher.



   

                   

No, I must admit, if I were you...



   

                   

...l'd look for someone with

a thorough knowledge of human anatomy.



   

                   

Damn him.



   

                   

[Dramatic instrumental music]



   

                   

[Bell tolling]



   

                   

[Children shouting]



   

                   

Want me to suck it?



   

                   

I can suck the Thames dry.



   

                   

Don't be frightened, dearie.



   

                   

QUEEN: How far advanced

is our grandson's malady?



   

                   

SIR WILLIAM: No lesions have appeared.



   

                   

There is some neural damage,

slight trembling of the right hand...



   

                   

...but I'm more than hopeful,

the treatment will arrest the disease.



   

                   

He seems, to us,

to be suffering greatly in his mind.



   

                   

Is the disease affecting his emotions?



   

                   

Yes, of course, his mood is depressed...



   

                   

...because of the news of the diagnosis.



   

                   

But that should improve

as he regains his strength.



   

                   

You are a true physician, Sir William.



   

                   

In all ways,

you attend to the health of our empire.



   

                   

We are grateful.



   

                   

Thank you, ma'am.



   

                   

FREDERICK: This is the beginning

of a five-pointed star.



   

                   

-Like the bloody Jewish star!

-Withers.



   

                   

The lnspector is talking,

which means you are what?



   

                   

-I'm listening, sir.

-Yes.



   

                   

This area would form a likely point.



   

                   

I want double shifs

within these streets until further notice.



   

                   

And don't only worry

about Jews and butchers.



   

                   

Stop anyone suspicious...



   

                   

...including well-dressed gentlemen.



   

                   

By the way, Withers...



   

                   

...the Star of David has six points.



   

                   

Right! "Once more unto the breach,

dear friends."



   

                   

Dismissed!



   

                   

[Policemen murmuring]



   

                   

THE RIPPER: Why have you called me here?



   

                   

It's just....



   

                   

It's just,

you say three more have to be killed.



   

                   

I can't take it, sir.



   

                   

It's everywhere.



   

                   

It's in all the papers.



   

                   

I'm just a simple chap, sir.



   

                   

I'm not a great man like you.



   

                   

I just don't know where I am at anymore.



   

                   

THE RIPPER: There, there, Netley.



   

                   

I shall tell you where we are.



   

                   

We are in the most extreme

and utter region of the human mind.



   

                   

A radiant abyss,

where men meet themselves.



   

                   

I don't understand that.



   

                   

I don't understand, sir.



   

                   

THE RIPPER: Hell, Netley.



   

                   

We're in Hell.



   

                   

[Sinister instrumental music]



   

                   

[Laughter and rowdy talking]



   

                   

MARY: Let me go! Get your hands off me!



   

                   

GODLEY: Sorry about that, lnspector.



   

                   

She's madly in love with me,

although she hides it well.



   

                   

You said McQueen killed your two friends.

What are you doing here?



   

                   

I see. Women are butchered

right and left in your district...



   

                   

...and you can't do piss about it,

and I'm the fool?



   

                   

We're watching. Can't arrest them

without evidence, so we watch them.



   

                   

FREDERICK: What else can we do?

MARY: I'll testify.



   

                   

If you keep meself and me friends alive,

I'll testify.



   

                   

To what, precisely?



   

                   

McQueen said he'd cut me

unless I pay him   a week.



   

                   

-No.

-What do you mean, "No"?



   

                   

You asked me to testify.

Are you worried I'll let you down?



   

                   

I won't. I promise I won't.



   

                   

You testify against McQueen,

maybe he goes in for a year or two.



   

                   

But his boys, they'll take their revenge

on you and your friends.



   

                   

I can't let you do it.



   

                   

WOMAN: It's your round this time!



   

                   

MARY: I confess, I have an appetite.



   

                   

One day, I'll be a great big, round woman

with a skinny little man for a husband.



   

                   

And a dozen plump children, I imagine.



   

                   

Do you think that's funny?



   

                   

An unfortunate like me

being a decent mother?



   

                   

No, I didn't mean that at all.



   

                   

You'll be a wonderful mother someday.



   

                   

Honest, I can see it.



   

                   

I see you in a little cottage by the sea...



   

                   

...surrounded by children.



   

                   

I can see it, Mary, clear as day.



   

                   

-I really do have visions, you know.

-Are you serious?



   

                   

Sgt. Godley calls it my intuition.



   

                   

As a matter of fact,

I have one about you in this case.



   

                   

You have visions about me?



   

                   

What might those be?



   

                   

I want you to think carefully.



   

                   

Besides McQueen,

besides these awful murders...



   

                   

...has anything happened to you or your

friends that's a bit out of the ordinary?



   

                   

Ben Kidney?

That's Special Branch she's describing.



   

                   

What would Ben Kidney and

Special Branch be doing in Whitechapel?



   

                   

Wait a minute.



   

                   

She's lrish-born, isn't she?

There's your answer.



   

                   

A secret lrish rebel.

That's why they'd be after her, right?



   

                   

They were after Ann Crook, who was

having an affair with a wealthy gentleman.



   

                   

A man she bore a child...



   

                   

...a child that's now missing,

along with its grandparents.



   

                   

Great.



   

                   

Drive on, please, driver.



   

                   

You do not fuck with Special Branch.

They fuck with you.



   

                   

I don't know what you're thinking,

and I don't care to know.



   

                   

-Mr. Kidney wants to see me.

-Mr. Kidney's gone, sir.



   

                   

Didn't say where. Could be for the night.



   

                   

No. He said he'd be back before     :  

and I should wait.



   

                   

Where are you going?



   

                   

He said I should wait in his office.



   

                   

And what floor is Mr. Kidney's office on?



   

                   

I don't know what floor, because

I haven't been to his fuckin' office, have l?



   

                   

He told me the desk man'd let me up,

but I'm happy to stand here like a knob...



   

                   

...because you disobeyed

Ben Kidney's order.



   

                   

-It's the second floor on the right.

-Thanks.



   

                   

[Suspenseful instrumental music]



   

                   

[Ominous instrumental music]



   

                   

[Metallic rattling]



   

                   

Godley: Free lreland!



   

                   

Free lreland!



   

                   

CONSTABLE #  : Get inside, sir!



   

                   

Just some gunpowder, that's all.

Little more than a firework.



   

                   

Anyone go in or out?



   

                   

Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir, there's

an lnspector Abberline in your office.



   

                   

[Whistle blowing]



   

                   

[Shouting]



   

                   

CONSTABLE # :

No, there's nothing missing here.



   

                   

CONSTABLE # : Webster dossier

seems to be complete.



   

                   

The bastards have been in here, sir.

I can smell them.



   

                   

FREDERICK: No.

MARY: Yes.



   

                   

FREDERICK: No, not together.

Too suspicious.



   

                   

You wait for me, and if she's in there,

you can visit her on your own.



   

                   

I'm going with you right now,

or I'm going to the newspapers.



   

                   

I mean it.



   

                   

There are a number of mental disorders

for which it is necessary to remove...



   

                   

...the front part of the brain.



   

                   

Her records indicate that she was violent...



   

                   

...threatening to do harm to herself

and others.



   

                   

-Does she have any relations?

-No, she's a ward of the state.



   

                   

-That's a lie.

-Listen to me.



   

                   

You're under arrest,

and here to assist my investigation.



   

                   

-Keep your mouth shut! ls that clear?

-Sorry, sir.



   

                   

Good.



   

                   

What else do you know about her?



   

                   

All we know is

that she was an unfortunate...



   

                   

...who lived in the Whitechapel district.



   

                   

I'd like to ask her a few questions.



   

                   

You won't get any sense out of her.



   

                   

I'm used to that.



   

                   

FREDERICK: Hello.



   

                   

I brought Mary Kelly.



   

                   

Do you remember Mary Kelly?



   

                   

Ann...



   

                   

...you know me,

I'm your best friend in all the world.



   

                   

Go away.



   

                   

Go away.



   

                   

I'm going to find baby Alice.

I'm going to take care of her.



   

                   

Alice is laughing to me.



   

                   

Laughing to me.



   

                   

Laughing to me all day long.



   

                   

MARY: It's all right, darling.



   

                   

What about her father?



   

                   

Have you seen Alice's father, Ann?



   

                   

He's a prince.



   

                   

A prince.



   

                   

A prince. A prince.



   

                   

And I'm a queen.



   

                   

FREDERICK: How do you know

he was a painter?



   

                   

MARY: He hired us to pose

as artist's models.



   

                   

What exactly does that entail,

artist's models?



   

                   

We stood very still, so he could paint us.



   

                   

What's the matter?

You think I was born a whore?



   

                   

I'm sorry, I'm an unfortunate, not a whore.



   

                   

England doesn't have whores...



   

                   

...just a great mass

of very unlucky women.



   

                   

So Ann Crook...



   

                   

...and the painter became lovers.

Is that it?



   

                   

He married her in a lovely Catholic church.



   

                   

Saint Savior's.

I was a witness, as a matter of fact.



   

                   

Married her in a Catholic church?



   

                   

What do you think they've done

to baby Alice?



   

                   

MARY: Special Branch dumped her

in Bishopsgate?



   

                   

FREDERICK: Yeah, as an unknown.



   

                   

MARY: Why?



   

                   

FREDERICK: When I find out, I'll tell you.



   

                   

-Take me to her. You have to.

-No. Not yet.



   

                   

FREDERICK: I need to know more first.



   

                   

Look...



   

                   

...l promise that I'll help you

with baby Alice, but not yet.



   

                   

You've got to trust me, Mary,

at least a little bit.



   

                   

I do. I do trust you.



   

                   

Good.



   

                   

Do you have little ones, lnspector?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

No.



   

                   

A year ago.... No, two years....



   

                   

I'm sorry, more than two years...



   

                   

...my wife passed away...



   

                   

...giving birth to what I'm told was a son.



   

                   

I'm sorry.



   

                   

Thanks.



   

                   

I want to show you some paintings

on the way out.



   

                   

-You're going to take me into the gallery?

-Why not?



   

                   

FREDERICK: Come on.



   

                   

[Melancholic instrumental music]



   

                   

-Did you see the look on her face?

-I think she stopped breathing.



   

                   

She's a fright.



   

                   

Look at those cold eyes.



   

                   

I feel like someone's walking

over my grave.



   

                   

There's one more painting

I want you to see.



   

                   

You know him, don't you?



   

                   

PRIEST: "Those whom God has joined

together, let no man put asunder."



   

                   

I pronounce that they be man and wife.



   

                   

-Sir William Gull, please.

-Sir William isn't receiving visitors.



   

                   

Sir William? It's lnspector Abberline.

I need to speak with you, sir.



   

                   

Sir William is ill.

He can't receive any visitors.



   

                   

FERRAL: I said...



   

                   

...you can't go in.



   

                   

SIR WILLIAM: It's okay, Dr. Ferral,

I don't mind company.



   

                   

Have Anna bring us some tea,

would you please?



   

                   

SIR WILLIAM: I wish I could tell you

that your story was fantastical.



   

                   

Unhappily, I cannot.



   

                   

I know for a fact that the Prince

has a taste in unfortunate women.



   

                   

And I suppose

that it's more than possible...



   

                   

...he concocted this elaborate deception...



   

                   

...to have some privacy

while he indulged in his secret life.



   

                   

But I know one reason I have for stating...



   

                   

...that Prince Edward being Jack the Ripper

is just incomprehensible.



   

                   

What's that, sir?



   

                   

If you repeat what I'm about to tell you,

both our lives are in jeopardy.



   

                   

Indeed, I hope for your sake

that what I'm about to say...



   

                   

...will steer you clear

of the very real danger you're in.



   

                   

I think I'm well past

the point of safe return, sir.



   

                   

Prince Edward has syphilis.



   

                   

Not a pleasant state secret, but a vital one.



   

                   

That proves it.



   

                   

I couldn't understand why the Prince

was killing Ann Crook's friends...



   

                   

...especially so savagely,

but he's not merely killing them...



   

                   

...he's punishing them.



   

                   

He wants revenge. Don't you see, sir?



   

                   

No, lnspector, I don't see.



   

                   

I'm afraid your wild speculations

about the Prince's mental state...



   

                   

...clever though they may be,

can't overcome the physical impossibility...



   

                   

...of his committing these crimes.



   

                   

The disease is far enough along

that his hands tremble uncontrollably.



   

                   

He's very weak, and the killings

of Jack the Ripper require sure hands...



   

                   

...and considerable vigor.



   

                   

And have you forgotten

the most telling fact?



   

                   

Whatever else the Prince may be...



   

                   

...he knows little or nothing

of human anatomy.



   

                   

[Train whistle blowing]



   

                   

MASON: ...to the center of

the lodge and force him to kneel...



   

                   

...for the benefit ofprayer.



   

                   

[Eerie choral music]



   

                   

Vouchsafe Thy name,

almighty Father of the universe...



   

                   

...to this, our present convention.



   

                   

MASON: Who is this?



   

                   

FERRAL: A poor candidate

in a state of darkness.



   

                   

He comes of his own free will,

perfectly prepared...



   

                   

...humbly soliciting to be admitted...



   

                   

...into the mysteries and privileges.



   

                   

In all cases of danger and distress,

in whom do you put your trust?



   

                   

In God.



   

                   

How did he find out

about the unfortunate and her child?



   

                   

He has that kind of cleverness you'll

sometimes find in the middle classes.



   

                   

A cheap sort of intelligence,

but effective nevertheless.



   

                   

Thank God that's not something

you're burdened by.



   

                   

Yes, thank God.



   

                   

MASON: Recite the solemn oath.



   

                   

"Never to reveal our secrets...



   

                   

"...under no less a penalty than

my throat be cut across...



   

                   

"...my tongue be torn out by its root...



   

                   

"...and that I be buried in sand

a cable's length from shore."



   

                   

You don't think

Gull has confided in him, do you?



   

                   

The old fellow isn't as far gone

as all that, is he?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

He's not that foolish.



   

                   

Let the brother receive the light.



   

                   

[Music crescendos]



   

                   

MAN #  : I keep on hearing....

WOMAN: ...no time to scream....



   

                   

MAN # : Another beautiful murder.



   

                   

[Voices murmuring]



   

                   

MAN # : Fear me. Jack the Ripper.



   

                   

They're rubbish. You know that.



   

                   

Yes, I agree. They're rubbish.



   

                   

But why you believe that red-headed

jezebel, I'll never know.



   

                   

Has it occurred to you that she

might like to make up stories?



   

                   

Particularly about men.

She is after all, a whore.



   

                   

She's a woman who....



   

                   

"A rose by any other name"?



   

                   

Is that it?



   

                   

Frederick, my dear chum,

no one is more delighted than I am...



   

                   

...that you decided to resume your interest

in the fairer sex, but please remember...



   

                   

...a woman like that can make a man feel

whatever she wants him to feel.



   

                   

-Sgt. Godley.

-Yes, sir.



   

                   

Arrest the Nichol Street gang.



   

                   

-Right away.

-I tried to stop them, lnspector.



   

                   

This arrived in this afternoon's post.



   

                   

"I send you half the kidney I took

from one woman preserved for you...



   

                   

"...the other piece I fried and ate.

It was very nice. "



   

                   

We demand something be done,

and done tonight.



   

                   

"From Hell."



   

                   

At least they got the address right.



   

                   

It can't be. Are you sure he was the same?



   

                   

I know him. I posed for him twice meself.



   

                   

I stood there naked as a babe,

watching him paint me for hours.



   

                   

And he was with Ann for what,

over a year?



   

                   

Nearly two.



   

                   

[Laughter]



   

                   

Here you are. Hello, girls.



   

                   

MARY: I told you to wait for me.



   

                   

LIZ: I can't stay in a pub

and not have a drink.



   

                   

It's cruel. But look who I bumped into.



   

                   

Remember Ada?



   

                   

She's from France.



   

                   

Bruxelles.



   

                   

-Bruxelles.

-Yes.



   

                   

She is pretty, isn't she?



   

                   

Not in public, love.



   

                   

Would you give us a minute alone?

We need to speak with Liz.



   

                   

Ada, you stay where you are.



   

                   

Come on, Mary, get the drinks in.



   

                   

Mary.



   

                   

You don't have to worry

about Nichol Street for at least a week.



   

                   

-I can keep them that long.

-That's something, anyway.



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

What about baby Alice?

Are you sure she's all right?



   

                   

She's all right.

We'll get her out after this is over.



   

                   

"We'll get her"?



   

                   

Listen.



   

                   

I want you and your friends

off the street until I can sort this thing out.



   

                   

-For how long?

-A few days at least.



   

                   

You better throw us in jail because

we have no money for food or a doss.



   

                   

All right, take this.



   

                   

Buy some food, get a room, and stay there.



   

                   

Don't tell anyone where you're going.

I don't want to know.



   

                   

In three days, come to the Ten Bells,

I'll leave a message with the barkeep.



   

                   

What?



   

                   

It's not enough?



    

                   

I wish I could show you the little village

where I was born.



    

                   

It's so lovely there.



    

                   

It's by the sea,

where you said you saw me.



    

                   

I used to think it too small

to spend a life in...



    

                   

...but now I'm not so sure.



    

                   

Don't.



    

                   

What?



    

                   

Do you think I'm paying you back?



    

                   

I didn't mean it as business.



    

                   

I'm still a woman.



    

                   

They haven't taken that away from me,

not yet anyways.



    

                   

[Climactic instrumental music]



    

                   

OFFICER: Enough of that.



    

                   

Now, lad, at least take....



    

                   

Sorry, sir.



    

                   

[Liz singing]



    

                   

[Giggling]



    

                   

LIZ: One more turn.



    

                   

And curtsy.



    

                   

And we're done.



    

                   

Don't be modest, girl.



    

                   

They don't care what we do.



    

                   

I paid for your supper, remember.



    

                   

Stop shaking your head at me, you slag!



    

                   

MARY: Leave her alone!

LIZ: She's my business, not yours!



    

                   

-Liz, just be quiet for one bloody night.

-No, I fucking won't keep my voice down!



    

                   

KATE: Don't go out tonight, it's not safe.



    

                   

LIZ: I'll just get something

to sustain myself.



    

                   

-I'll be right back!

-Don't be so fucking stupid!



    

                   

-Do without for a night.

-No. I want a fucking drink.



    

                   

Here we are.



    

                   

Service records.



    

                   

"Grenadier Guards. Lt. Benjamin Kidney."



    

                   

There.



    

                   

Just as you suspected.



    

                   

FREDERICK: Before he joined

Special Branch...



    

                   

...Ben Kidney served

in the Grenadier Guards.



    

                   

Part of his duties included

assisting a field surgeon.



    

                   

Let me tell you something of which

I am absolutely certain.



    

                   

Assisting an expert is a different thing,

a very different thing...



    

                   

...from doing it oneself.



    

                   

FREDERICK: Think about it.

Someone's got to clean up after the Prince.



    

                   

Whose job is it to take care

of the widow's messes?



    

                   

You've turned into Othello,

do you know that?



    

                   

Everything is a suspicion.

And like that tragic Moor...



    

                   

...all your suspicions will end up

in your own demise.



    

                   

Heaven's sake,

these women aren't just being silenced.



    

                   

They're being murdered most brutally.

Why would Ben Kidney do that?



    

                   

To scare people.



    

                   

-To keep their mind off the real point.

-Which is?



    

                   

Think what's at stake for Special Branch.



    

                   

Prince Edward married Ann Crook,

a commoner and a Catholic.



    

                   

Married her in a Catholic church,

they had a baby, a legitimate baby...



    

                   

...who is in fact

heir to the throne of England.



    

                   

All these women were there.



    

                   

All these women were eyewitnesses

to an event...



    

                   

...that could rip the empire to pieces.



    

                   

[Dramatic instrumental music]



    

                   

KATE: Once she starts drinking,

she'll go all night, you know that.



    

                   

-She knows how dangerous it is.

-She don't believe you about the Prince.



    

                   

She thinks you're feeding that copper

candies to keep him interested.



    

                   

[Metallic rattling]



    

                   

Hello, sir.



    

                   

THE RIPPER: ls anything wrong, my dear?



    

                   

No, sir. For a moment,

I thought you were someone else.



    

                   

THE RIPPER: Thirsty?



    

                   

Always parched, sir.



    

                   

THE RIPPER: Perhaps there is somewhere

nearby that we might go...



    

                   

...while my coachman keeps watch.



    

                   

Yeah.



    

                   

Yeah.



    

                   

This way.



    

                   

Follow me.



    

                   

[Eerie instrumental music]



    

                   

It's this way.



    

                   

Follow me.



    

                   

[Laughing] I dropped my grapes.



    

                   

[Laughing]



    

                   

[Gasping]



    

                   

[Shrieking]



    

                   

[Muffled screaming]



    

                   

No!



    

                   

What the fuck are you looking at?



    

                   

[Liz screaming]



    

                   

NETLEY: Shut up!



    

                   

[Whimpering]



    

                   

[Suspenseful instrumental music]



    

                   

NETLEY: I hear someone coming, sir.



    

                   

Sir!



    

                   

[Horse neighing]



    

                   

It's one of them, isn't it?



    

                   

The throat's cut the same way.



    

                   

Yeah.



    

                   

He didn't finish.



    

                   

She's no less dead for that.



    

                   

He won't be satisfied by this.



    

                   

GODLEY: Wilkins.



    

                   

Fetch the ambulance. Go on, run along.



    

                   

[Eerie voices and noises]



    

                   

[Dramatic instrumental music]



    

                   

THE RIPPER: Excuse me, miss.



    

                   

[Suspenseful instrumental music]



    

                   

[Voices echoing]



    

                   

[Eerie instrumental music]



    

                   

You could be dead...



    

                   

...right now.



    

                   

But then there would be

too many bloody questions.



    

                   

Ignore the old man's blathering.



    

                   

Find a scapegoat,

or next time we won't care who asks:



    

                   

"Whatever happened to

lnspector Abberline?"



    

                   

We should hurry up, sir. It's clearing up.



    

                   

THE RIPPER: Do you have

a piece of chalk, Netley?



    

                   

Chalk, sir?



    

                   

MAN: They found another one

in Mitre Square!



    

                   

[Excited shouting in the streets]



    

                   

[Police whistles blowing]



    

                   

[Excited shouting continues]



    

                   

Nice work, lnspector.

You've encouraged him to do two a night.



    

                   

FREDERICK: Out of the fucking way.



    

                   

Catherine Eddowes.



    

                   

There's some writing on the wall,

just down the road.



    

                   

You should have a look at it.



    

                   

GODLEY: "The Jews are the men that will

not be blamed for nothing."



    

                   

It's hardly Shakespeare, but it'll do.



    

                   

POLICEMAN: Madam, slow down.



    

                   

Make sure you get the apron as well.



    

                   

It was written by the killer, sir.



    

                   

And how do you know that?



    

                   

I was here three quarters of an hour ago.



    

                   

This building, mostly Jews live here.

Is that right?



    

                   

Yeah, that's right.



    

                   

PHOTOGRAPHER: Ready now, sir.



    

                   

Put that away,

and get out of here immediately.



    

                   

Abberline?



    

                   

-Wash that off.

-What?



    

                   

-You heard me.

-It's evidence, sir.



    

                   

Listen to me.



    

                   

In another hour, there will be

     people poking about in here.



    

                   

If those words are seen,

not a Jew in London will be safe.



    

                   

We'll have mayhem on the streets,

so wash it off.



    

                   

That's an educated hand, sir.

An educated man wrote that.



    

                   

-Look for yourself.

-I don't have to look, I've seen it.



    

                   

An educated man

knows how to spell "Jews."



    

                   

I don't know what this refers to...



    

                   

...but I'm sure it's got nothing to do

with the people who live around here.



    

                   

Sergeant, I want two constables

to wash that off.



    

                   

What are you looking to him for?



    

                   

Wash it off!



    

                   

Yes, sir.



    

                   

FREDERICK: Six men have seen it already,

the Sergeant has copied it.



    

                   

I'll remember these words

for as long as I live.



    

                   

So all you're doing

is destroying its value as evidence.



    

                   

No, all I am doing is taking charge

of an investigation...



    

                   

...that you have bungled to the point

of gross inefficiency, and I've had enough.



    

                   

You are suspended from duty, Abberline.



    

                   

Inspector Abberline is suspended.



    

                   

All of his privileges are cancelled.



    

                   

You have not seen her, then?



    

                   

If she comes around, give her this.



    

                   

Long letter, eh?



    

                   

FREDERICK: This is for your trouble.



    

                   

The letter's private, you understand?



    

                   

I understand.



    

                   

[Slow instrumental music]



    

                   

[Heart beating]



    

                   

MASON'S VOICE: Who is this?



    

                   

MASON'S VOICE: Recite the solemn oath.



    

                   

FERRAL: "Never to reveal our secrets.... "



    

                   

[Screaming]



    

                   

GODLEY: Grapes again.



    

                   

Why grapes?



    

                   

FREDERICK: This ain't killing for profit.



    

                   

KIDNEY: He's not that foolish.



    

                   

SIR CHARLES: You question my decision?

MAN: Find a scapegoat.



    

                   

FERRAL: "...my throat be cut across.... "



    

                   

FREDERICK: This is ritual.



    

                   

[Heart beating]



    

                   

[Suspenseful instrumental music]



    

                   

[Soft instrumental music]



    

                   

[Suspenseful instrumental music]



    

                   

FREDERICK: "Jubela, Jubelo, Jubelum."



    

                   

Jews.



    

                   

[Suspenseful instrumental music]



    

                   

It's me, Ada. Only me.



    

                   

I bring everything for supper.



    

                   

You little thief, I need this money.



    

                   

I just take some money and buy food,

for me and for you. Is that bad, Mary?



    

                   

It's fine, dear.

You're a good person, but listen...



    

                   

...until I go away from London,

it's not safe for you to go out.



    

                   

Understand?



    

                   

I stay with Mary.



    

                   

Beautiful Mary.



    

                   

It's all right, darling.

You don't have to pay for your food.



    

                   

Pardon?



    

                   

Here's to our feast.



    

                   

[Horse neighing]



    

                   

[Suspenseful instrumental music]



    

                   

I'm so sorry to greet you like this,

lnspector...



    

                   

...but I'm late for an appointment.



    

                   

Will you excuse me

ifl finish dressing while we talk?



    

                   

-Please, go on.

-Thank you.



    

                   

FREDERICK: I'd like to speak

about the Freemasons, if I might.



    

                   

Yes.



    

                   

The arrangement of the coins

at Dark Annie's feet...



    

                   

...and also the locations of the bodies...



    

                   

...form a pentacle star.



    

                   

A pentacle star is the symbol

of the Freemasons, is it not?



    

                   

SIR WILLIAM: Yes.



    

                   

And how these women were killed...



    

                   

...throats cut left to right...



    

                   

...their organs removed.



    

                   

They're reenactments, aren't they?



    

                   

Reenactments of what?



    

                   

The Jews.



    

                   

The traitors who killed Hiram Abiff,

founder of the Masons.



    

                   

That's how they were executed.



    

                   

Yes, so the Great Book tells us.



    

                   

So Jack the Ripper

isn't just merely killing whores.



    

                   

He's executing traitors.



    

                   

He's a Mason fulfilling a duty.



    

                   

Yes, I'm afraid, lnspector...



    

                   

...that you won't be permitted

to arrest him.



    

                   

I don't want to arrest him.



    

                   

The Ripper has one more traitor

yet to kill...



    

                   

...and I will stop him.



    

                   

Did they come to you, sir...



    

                   

...as a loyal Mason?



    

                   

Did they ask you to help them

cover up the Prince's secret marriage?



    

                   

That's how it started, yes.



    

                   

And then you discovered

the Prince had syphilis.



    

                   

He's going to die of it, lnspector.



    

                   

Would you like a tour

of the syphilis wards?



    

                   

FREDERICK:

You're physician in ordinary to the Queen...



    

                   

...entrusted with the well-being

of the heir to the throne.



    

                   

Only you had reason to believe

that these unfortunates...



    

                   

...these whores...



    

                   

...these traitors...



    

                   

...destroyed your life's work.



    

                   

Below the skin of history...



    

                   

...are London's veins.



    

                   

These symbols, the mitre...



    

                   

...the pentacle star...



    

                   

...even someone as ignorant

and degenerate as you...



    

                   

...can sense that they course

with energy and meaning.



    

                   

I am that meaning.



    

                   

I am that energy.



    

                   

[Muffled screaming]



    

                   

[Knife swishing]



    

                   

One day, men will look back...



    

                   

...and say I gave birth to the   th century.



    

                   

You're not going to see the   th century.



    

                   

[Dramatic instrumental music]



    

                   

[Metallic rattling]



    

                   

[Sinister instrumental music]



    

                   

Roll up his sleeve.



    

                   

[Muffled protesting]



    

                   

FERRAL: Don't struggle.



    

                   

You'll only make this more painful.



    

                   

[Fast-paced instrumental music]



    

                   

[Screaming]



    

                   

MAN #  : Are you all right?



    

                   

MAN # : There's someone under there.



    

                   

[Eerie echoing]



    

                   

[Dramatic instrumental music]



    

                   

[Climactic instrumental music]



    

                   

[Muffled screaming]



    

                   

[Bell tolling]



    

                   

MAN'S VOICE: Dr. Gull?



    

                   

Yes.



    

                   

MAN'S VOICE:

You were describing the human heart.



    

                   

Yes.



    

                   

Yes.



    

                   

The human heart...



    

                   

...is a dense and powerful muscle...



    

                   

...much like the organic equivalent

of mahogany...



    

                   

...and notoriously difficult to burn.



    

                   

It's about the size of a fist.



    

                   

It provides the motor power

for the circulatory system.



    

                   

The heart contains two atria,

two ventricles and four valves.



    

                   

SIR WILLIAM:

It is, in effect, a single pump...



    

                   

...powering a double circuit.



    

                   

In the adult, the heart rate averages

   to    beats a minute.



    

                   

Such is the force of the heart beat...



    

                   

...that if the body's largest artery,

the aorta, is severed...



    

                   

...a six-foot jet ofblood...



    

                   

...is released.



    

                   

[Dramatic instrumental music]



    

                   

MASON: ...fear no God.



    

                   

Arise.



    

                   

Your faith is well-founded.



    

                   

[Eerie instrumental music]



    

                   

MAN: Another murder!



    

                   

Don't go in there. There's no need.



    

                   

How bad is it?



    

                   

She's in pieces, sir.



    

                   

Sergeant, he can go in.



    

                   

Give him to me.



    

                   

He'll be taken care of. I swear.



    

                   

-I want him.

-It's over. He's done. I give you my word.



    

                   

Fuck your word!



    

                   

I'll bring every last one of you

fucking cunts down.



    

                   

You and your fucking brothers.



    

                   

Listen to me.



    

                   

Your difficult situation has been

thoroughly discussed.



    

                   

You are reinstated.

Indeed, you are promoted.



    

                   

No! This is not helping anything.



    

                   

Don't be a fool, lnspector.



    

                   

You will be very closely watched.



    

                   

MAN: You're all there now.

Where were you when this was happening?



    

                   

WOMAN: All right for you,

standing around chatting. What about us?



    

                   

Inspector Abberline is in charge.



    

                   

Give him all the assistance he requires.



    

                   

GODLEY: Remember,

you're being watched.



    

                   

Men, clear this passage. Move them away.



    

                   

POLICEMAN: Move back. Make way.



    

                   

Shall we proceed, lnspector?



    

                   

CORONER: Body lies in middle of bed.



    

                   

Shoulders flat,

but axis ofbody inclined toward right.



    

                   

The lef arm is close to the body.



    

                   

The forearm flexed at a right angle,

resting across the abdomen.



    

                   

The right arm is slightly abducted

from the body.



    

                   

It rests on the mattress, with

the elbow bent and the forearm supine.



    

                   

The fingers are clenched,

indicating a struggle as she died.



    

                   

Notice something, lnspector?



    

                   

No.



    

                   

No, go on.



    

                   

Came in not long before dawn,

in a bit of a rush.



    

                   

Lef this for you.



    

                   

MARY: "I know you asked me to wait.



    

                   

"Ifl'm to be murdered,

I'd like at least to die in my village.



    

                   

"I'm going to the orphanage

to collect baby Alice.



    

                   

"Here's an address where you can find us.



    

                   

"We'll wait for you eagerly.



    

                   

"I know in my heart,

we can be happy living by the sea.



    

                   

"Just as you saw.



    

                   

"I hope to be with you soon, dearest.



    

                   

"All my love, Mary. "



    

                   

QUEEN:

We are deeply distressed, Lord Hallsham.



    

                   

We asked Sir William to remove a threat

to our family and throne.



    

                   

Not to engage in these ghastly rituals.



    

                   

Of course not, Your Majesty.

That was unexpected.



    

                   

On the other hand,

he has fulfilled his duties.



    

                   

The threat is past, Your Majesty.



    

                   

In his way, Sir William has been loyal.



    

                   

And we are grateful for that.



    

                   

The rest is in your hands, Lord Hallsham.



    

                   

We wish to hear nothing further of this.



    

                   

Knight of the East.



    

                   

We are gathered here,

beneath the God of love...



    

                   

...and before the sight of

the Great Architect, to judge this case.



    

                   

You stand accused of mayhems that

have placed our brotherhood in jeopardy.



    

                   

You stand before your peers,

Masons and doctors both.



    

                   

I have no peers present here.



    

                   

What?



    

                   

No man amongst you is fit to judge...



    

                   

...the mighty art that I have wrought.



    

                   

Your rituals are empty oaths

you neither understand nor live by.



    

                   

The Great Architect speaks to me.



    

                   

He is the balance,

where my deeds are weighed and judged.



    

                   

Not you.



    

                   

Knight of the East...



    

                   

...hear our judgment.



    

                   

[Banging]



    

                   

[Banging]



    

                   

[Dramatic instrumental music]



    

                   

[Door slams]



    

                   

[Bell tolling]



    

                   

They're not watching you anymore.



    

                   

I'm telling you, it's safe to go to her.



    

                   

They think she's dead.



    

                   

If I disappear,

or change my routine suddenly...



    

                   

...they might wonder why.



    

                   

GODLEY:

You know who you're going to turn into?



    

                   

That old bugger in the pub

that nobody wants to sit beside...



    

                   

...because as soon as he's had a few drinks,

he goes on about the girl who got away.



    

                   

Is that what you want?



    

                   

Do you want to live the rest of your life

like a ghost?



    

                   

No.



    

                   

What I want is to go to her.



    

                   

But at the slightest hint she's alive,

they will spare no expense...



    

                   

...and no trouble.



    

                   

So I'll stay.



    

                   

And watch them.



    

                   

[Melancholic instrumental music]



    

                   

MARY: Alice!



    

                   

Come here, darling.



    

                   

Coming, Mother.



    

                   

Get up.



    

                   

Get up! Come on.



    

                   

GODLEY: "Good night, sweet prince."



    

                   

[Eerie choral music]







 
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