Remember the days the Royal Coach would stop in this area?
Nowadays you'll be happy to get out with your life.
She's going to win the race today.
You'll collapse in the fresh air. - Tell me how much it costs.
My little conk.
I don't think so, fatty. Get lost.
Not even the Bank of England could afford what you're asking, you bastard.
What is he thinking? Who knows what he's like. So much going on these days.
Drinking half the night away, and I haven't earned a single guinea.
What dreadful deed did he propose?
Probaby nothing you haven't done before.
Mind your own business. You're just as bad as him.
Never mind, Sally. If you want, I'll give you a ride.
You have to walk through Kensington and Chelsea, where he's on the prowl.
If I meet him, I'll get two guineas out of him and have it off with him.
Zoals je wilt.
No one gets in the way of my liberty. I'll walk home if I want to.
What are you doing here? What do you want?
My child, I'm not doing anything. I'm simply waiting for my death.
I'll be standing here, asking for pennies, until the Lord calls me to Him.
I beg, and charitable people give me small handouts.
It is a pleasant way of making the wait for my death pass more quickly.
And every now and then you have a drink. - Yes, lass, I do.
Everyone lives their life in their own way, until the Lord shows them mercy.
Thank you, my little girl.
May heaven grant you a long and happy life.
It's all right, my friend.
My child, where are you?
My child... What has he done to you?
My child!
Doctor.
Good evening, Frieda.
You've brought me another doll.
A beautiful doll.
I'm coming
Snip. Snip.
Frieda? Come, help me.
Yes doctor, I'm coming.
Is that my doll?
Keep going, Frieda!
Poor doctor.
Do you want me to throw it in the water? - Yes, of course.
When are you coming back? Soon?
I don't know yet, Frieda.
I never know. I can't know.
Hey, Frieda. Did you sleep well? - yes
And now you're looking for somewhere to have breakfast?
I'm having breakfast by the sewers, a sack full of rotten old plants.
I'd keep away from anything old. I prefer green young things myself.
Oh, it's you. Good morning, Doctor.
Did you work through the night again?
It will be the death of you if you go on like this.
You're not helping your patients this way either.
You can't help them if you're ill.
You should have a strong cup of coffee first.
Is anyone waiting yet?
Yes, they've messed up my corridor with their dirty shoes.
You should work less and only treat wealthy patients from now on.
More sophisticated people.
Do you really think... - Would you like some pie?
No, thank you. - But you haven't had breakfast yet.
Don't you like home-baked pie?
Not for breakfast.
It's an old family recipe. It's delicious.
You need to take better care of yourself.
Mrs. Baxter, would you mind if I was a little late on this month's rent?
That's not a problem for me, but it is for you.
You really are an admirable person, but unfortunately, also rather naive.
Thanks very much for the coffee... and for the compliment.
You're welcome.
Did I make you wait again?
That's all right. - Morning, Doctor.
Just one moment, please. - Take your time, Doctor.
You work day and night, we can wait a while.
Hello, little girl. Still afraid of the doctor with the knife?
Who was here first? - I was, Doctor.
Please sit down over there. - All right.
My leg is causing me a great deal of trouble, Doctor.
But I'm sure you'll manage to fix it.
Let's see.
It's looking better than before.
To hell with that rotten abscess.
They won't want it there. Pull yourself together.
It's burning like fire. Now it's better.
All right. That was it.
Come back in three days for another look.
I'll come back then.
But at the moment... I don't have more than five shillings.
Pay the rest when you've got it.
I really wonder what a benefactor like you lives on.
You must be stinking rich.
Possibly, but that's my concern, not yours.
No offence.
Please move on. There is absolutely nothing to see here.
Move along. Please move along.
Scotland Yard at work here.
Exactly.
I'm afraid there's nothing to see here, young man.
Ah, Inspector. Everything's ready for you.
The two witnesses?
Sergeant McCollough sent them to me. I sent them to the pub.
Was that a good idea? - I told the landlord not to serve alcohol.
This I have to see.
Come with us, Miller.
I think she's called Mrs Higgins.
Come on, stand up.
Listen, I'm a lady, and I'll only stand up for the Queen.
You're quite right. It seems this young man didn't serve in the colonies.
I see. Bring the witness to me. - Yes, sir. Come on.
Just come with me.
Just hold on to me.
Here we are. Please sit down.
My name is Anthony Selby of Scotland Yard.
My name is Bridger.
He was seen talking to the victim shortly before she disappeared.
Before she died. Shortly before she died, I spoke to her.
How do you know she's dead?
Blindness has sharpened my ears,
and I can distinguish a cry of fear from a cry of death.
I'm like a dog in that respect.
He approached the spot from whence the cry came.
He heard a struggle.
The cry was uttered, and then sounds of dragging and gasping were heard,
as if the victim was being towed away.
I know what you're thinking.
The testimony is too precise for a blind man.
You don't know how to use your senses of hearing and smell. My senses are sharper.
If I ever met you again, I would without doubt recognise you immediately.
I sensed and took in your aura immediately.
Would you be able to pick out the murderer from ten people?
Without a doubt. This man has a personality.
Even if he is tormented by his physical urges.
And last night, he was probably tormented by greater fears than Sally.
Yes, he was incredibly nervous.
So he's a madman?
Perhaps, but then a very particular kind of madness
that borders on genius.
Do you understand? Despite everything, the man does not have a bad aura.
He's more like a victim than an executioner.
Nothing solid, then.
If you want solid information, I shall do my best to provide it.
He has to be short and strong,
and he certainly is not a manual but rather an intellectual worker.
Why is that?
Because he has a certain smell.
A peculiar smell that combines intellect and strength at the same time.
Do you know a lot about spices?
No, I wouldn't say that.
Then I'll try and give you an example.
All right. Fire away.
In India, the people have special spices for sauces.
You must have served in India.
Yes, and I learnt a lot there.
It was the most important lesson of my life.
Were you there a long time?
Yes, I was. I gained a lot in India, and I also lost something: my eyes.
That's when I learnt to identify the scents of oriental spices,
mint, kokum, curry.
With this man, I also felt that I was able to identify his various scents.
Sweat, expensive soap, top quality fabric.
And another very special odour,
one that even you would be able to detect. Alcohol.
Indeed I would. On you, for example.
That would be too easy.
It contained 90% alcohol, and it triggered something else.
I felt as if I had been transported back to India.
It was the smell of a rare tropical plant
which you only find in the greenhouses of botanical gardens here: Aechmea.
Listen up, Inspector.
I... I'm sorry, but you can't treat people like this.
I'm in a hurry. Annette is alone in the shop,
and the young thing is inexperienced.
I must go back before she does something stupid.
Miss Higgins, please sit down.
I have waited long enough.
If you want to ask me something, do it now.
You saw the murderer?
I saw an abductor.
A girl in the arms of a short, dubious guy, a midget.
I mean, I only really saw shadows because it was dark.
The night was pitch-black and foggy.
But you didn't hear a scream first?
Three of them. A quiet one, a loud one, and a very loud one.
And then the shouts. That must have been the blind man.
He kept calling 'My child'.
Did you assume that the girl was dead?
Well, she'd stopped moving.
And even when he suddenly lifted her up, she didn't make a sound.
Describe that moment in detail, please.
But I've already done that.
All right. Would you recognise this man, if you saw him?
Yes and no.
What does that mean?
There's a chance of 50% that I would. I'd be able to say if it wasn't him,
but I'm not sure if I'd be able to say if it was.
You can't be too careful on this point.
And now I must get back to my shop.
It's a needlework and wool shop at 31 Old Compton Street.
If you send your wife to my shop, I'll give her a special price.
I'll have to get married sooner than I had planned.
You're at the right age, young man.
May I ask if you're married?
No, I'm a few weeks past the right age.
Can I go now? - Sure.
and side, and the fifth position. And pas de bourr茅e, and front
Well done, Cynthia. Pas de bourr茅e and reverence.
Don't forget the arms. The arms are everything.
Stop, Ludmilla. You snap at the barre like a dog snaps at a bone.
You're supposed to float like a snowflake. Fourth position.
Stretch your foot. Mind your port de bras. What about the knee, Cynthia?
You know what pains me the most - bent knees and wooden arms.
Oh, khorosho. Your boyfriend, Anthony.
Get away from the barre. Fifth position, please.
I didn't think you would come.
Didn't you? Why not? We're not enemies.
So we're friends, then?
As you wish.
It's up to you.
So, why are you here?
I'm not sure. Everything and nothing.
I'd like to... Can I talk to you?
Not now, in the middle of a class.
What will the others say?
It's always the same.
All you care about is ballet.
I come last, and I have to put up with so much.
All you think about is your tour. And I have to find a killer.
Don't start all that again.
You find it ridiculous, I know.
Look, we agreed to split up,
so it would be better if we didn't see each other for the time being.
Yes, I know. But it's hard.
Because nothing's right at the moment?
Yes, of course.
You're like a child. You see me as a mother figure.
I never felt like your lover. That wasn't good for me.
But if you have problems at work, you can come talk to me about it.
You're looking for Jack the Ripper?
Continue your declaration of love later. I need Cynthia.
When will you be done?
I think it will be a late night tonight.
I'll pick you up. - All right.
What was I, then?
I was a good mother, wasn't I?
Whatever those men paid, that's wat kept us alive.
You and me, my son, my little idiot.
Darling.
You peeped through the keyhole.
If you hadn't done that, I would still be alive.
But the man had already made up his mind. Come on.
Take your chance. You're a darling.
I focused all my attention on you.
Your father will have to pay too, like you have paid,
or he will strike.
The fact that you saw it makes everything much easier.
It means that you can do it, too.
Come on, my pretty boy, I'm inviting you. We'll do it.
I'll do a particularly good job on you.
No.
Who is that? Oh, did I frighten you?
It's me, Mrs Baxter.
You're not going out at this hour, are you?
It's very urgent.
No case can be that urgent.
The patient can wait ten minutes.
Mrs. Baxter, I have to go.
I'll do what I can to stop you.
I can't stand by and watch you go out every night. I will...
Give me that.
You have no right to interfere in my affairs.
But, dear Doctor, what's wrong with you? You're completely different.
Let me suggest something to you.
We'll have a cup of tea and you can relax a little.
Please sit down.
Doctor, you should sit down.
Just a moment.
Lemon?
Doctor, I asked you something. - Yes?
Would you like some lemon? - I'll leave it up to you.
There you are. I'll have a sip as well.
Now tell me, Doctor, do you like it here in my house?
It's all right, you can admit it. I know it's not very luxurious.
That doesn't really bother me. - I'm glad.
So, you're happy here?
If you...
if you could afford to rent a better place...
...would you stay here with me?
Yes, of course. Why?
I was thinking of our conversation yesterday.
I seem to have been a little too insistent that you take it easy.
I think that I have feelings of true friendship for you, my dear.
You are such an extraordinary person.
But even you need friendship, affection and warmth.
Not to mention love. Would you live without all that?
A man as interesting and attractive as you - I know you don't want to hear it,
but you should think of yourself too.
not just everyone else. - Yes.
Just a little sip.
Damn you, you stupid old bitch!
Please forgive me. I'm a little irritable.
Probably exhaustion.
You mean well. I was wrong.
Why are you afraid of women, my friend?
Hello, mister.
Yes, I meant you. Don't run away. I won't hurt you.
I just want to accompany you. You can't deny a lady that.
Sorry, I don't have time.
Are you worried that you'll have to pay?
All right, if you insist.
That's what I like to hear, sweetheart. I'm sure we can agree on a price.
I'll pay whatever you wish.
What a gentleman.
Come in.
Sit.
Don't be afraid, sweetheart.
Don't squeeze me so hard.
No! Don't!
Lulu? Please open the door. Lulu!
What's the panic?
Let me in. I can't tell you in the corridor.
There was somebody there.
Jean! Has she gone? Jean!
What a rotten day. They're not biting. - Charlie!
You want to fry a famished trout like that?
I'd like to see you catch such a beauty. The most you'll ever catch is a fly.
Not bad for an amateur like you.
The bastard's cleared off.
You were too smelly for him.
Another one! - Perhaps it'll give you its paw.
Good morning. Good morning, Inspector.
Well, aren't you cheerful? Any news?
Not that I know of.
All right. There's a madman waiting for you.
What does he want?
He won't talk to people like me. Not trustworthy enough with state secrets...
We'll see.
So, you're in charge?
Only of the murder squad. Just a moment.
You're the one who's after the Ripper and who isn't catching him?
That's right. I'll try again later.
My name's Charlie.
And your last name?
My father's name? I'm afraid I don't know.
Perhaps it's Meyer.
Mind your own business.
Your profession?
I fish.
Whatever I don't eat myself, I sell or give away.
So... unemployed.
Don't interrupt.
What allegations are you making?
Allegations? I'm not making any.
I've found something for you. There you are.
Where did you find that?
I fished it out of the canal, near the Penham Bridge.
Why are you bringing it to me?
I thought you might like to know where the murdered girls end up.
The Ripper's victims. Here, this proves it.
He cuts them up into pieces and throws them in the water.
This was in the water less than a week. I know what I'm talking about.
And the fact that she's still wearing the ring will make your work easier.
Take a close look at it.
If I were you, I'd have the whole canal searched,
but further up from where I found this.
The current, you understand?
Yes, thank you, Charles.
You're welcome. My pleasure.
Where can we find you, if we need you?
Well, I'm of no fixed abode, but you'll find me at The Dolphin.
I like to have a little drink now and then, you see?
I was right. Waiting for your boss was just the right thing to do.
Your most obedient servant, Your Excellency.
Now, tell me, don't I deserve some kind of compensation for my assistance,
some kind of finder's fee?
Your Excellency, surely Scotland Yard may assume that you did this out of altruism?
I don't know that word, but coming from you, it can't be good.
Hell, Mr. Channing. Send me a chemist, please.
I need something analysed that's been given to me. Thank you.
Arrange for Sally Brown's mother to come here and look at this ring.
I will talk to Major Bentley. We'll have to have the canal searched, of course.
At last something tangible has fallen into our hands.
I find that expression a little distasteful.
Forgive me for venturing this remark.
Unbelievable. - Quiet, please.
Ladies and gentlemen, you have been asked to come here
because we're starting a new experiment
which should help us track down the killer known as Jack the Ripper.
What a nice boy. - Just my type.
The well-known artist Mr Altmeyer will try, based on your descriptions,
to draw a portrait which might help with our investigation.
We think that he frequents your establishment, Miss Lulu,
and that he has close contact with the ladies you employ.
Yes, poor Jeanny was the last one. Oh, she was an angel.
Since when have angels looked like that?
One of your guests aroused your suspicion.
Please describe him.
Yes, my attention was drawn to one of them. I'd seen him with Sally Brown a few times.
He dresses unobtrusively and acts like a gentleman.
He has a very striking profile and is of average height.
He seems to prefer dark colours. He wears a black coat
with a cape, if I remember rightly.
Is his hair blond or brown?
Greyish-blond. Like salt and pepper.
It's quite long and straggly.
And the shape of his face? - It's a thin face.
A strong, prominent chin and a receding hairline.
Does he resemble Mr Altmeyer's drawing?
Yes, it's not bad at all.
But something's not right. I don't know what.
I think it's the eyes. They may be bigger
and further apart. - Thank you, Miss Lulu.
Now I'd like to hear what the others think of this sketch.
Is this how you remember the suspect?
The ladies who work at Pike's Hole will be able to help us the most.
Perhaps one of you could give us a more precise description.
It's strange. I've seen this man at our establishment several times,
but I couldn't describe his eyebrows or his mouth.
Could he have been with Sally the night she was killed?
Possibly. I'm sure I saw her with him.
No, no. I was sitting at the next table.
I saw the man Sally.
I mean, the man she waved to.
He was wearing dark colours, but he was short and fat.
And he was wearing glasses.
That's true. I saw him. I was in my cab, outside Pike's Hole.
They came out drunk, arguing.
Sally was cursing him. He went away looking very sheepish.
Judging by her moral indignation,
this guy must have demanded some pretty filthy things. She was pissed.
What do you mean by "filthy things"?
The way you interrogate witnesses is unacceptable for a lady.
With your permission, I'll wait outside.
No, sit down and be quiet.
If factual remarks make upset you, that's your problem.
At your age, you should know about filthy things.
I protest against...
You don't protest against anything,
or we'll take you into custody.
Please continue. - Where was I?
I asked you to define "filthy things".
Damnit. - I can't. Sally wouldn't say.
But she was really hopping mad.
I would have taken her home, but she didn't want that either.
I wish I had insisted. She was such a good girl.
Yes, they're all true saints.
According to these descriptions, the man was very tall.
Tell me, Ms Higgins...
Inspector, you shouldn't trust those loose women in this case.
Hey, the old mummy's getting cheeky. - Calm down, please.
[inaudible] - I didn't know that. Oh dear.
So, what do you think of the drawing?
The key characteristics seem to have been portrayed perfectly accurately,
but I would say that the man was slightly taller and slimmer.
First he's a dwarf, and now he's a giant?
Yes, good. Very good. That's what he looks like.
We have two different opinions about the killer's appearance.
May I say something, Inspector? - Please, go ahead.
I believe that we are talking about two different people here.
I feel quite certain that the man whom Ms Higgins described
and who is also suspected by Miss Lulu
is the only one who could have killed Sally Brown.
The other one is not worth considering. He can't be the murderer.
- How can you be so sure?
The short, fat one she left the bar with was described as drunk.
That's right.
The murderer could have breathed on you. He hadn't had a drop of alcohol.
I can swear to that.
The mouth is similar. I remember it. The lips are a bit thinner,
and he has Slavic cheekbones.
A lofty brow.
Yes, that's right, the wrinkles on the forehead.
The hair doesn't cover the ears. Rather large ears, they are.
That's him. But he wasn't in the night Sally was killed.
He was there a few nights earlier. He came to my table.
He invited me to his house. Offered quite a lot of money too.
Why didn't you go with him?
I still get a hot flash thinking about it.
I said no because I had my period.
It was the second day, which is the worst.
Can't you at least prevent the most intimate revelations?
That's something perfectly normal. I just say it like it is.
Blondie, can't you see she can't remember it?
When she had her last period Methuselah was still alive.
Ladies, you're at Scotland Yard. - Inspector Selby.
What is it?
Yes.
Yes. - Reliable.
Thanks, Miller.
Mr Bridger, my scepticism about your nose has proved unfounded.
During the autopsy of Sally Brown's hand, they found a thorn.
Closer examination has revealed that it's from the Aechmea plant,
a tropical plant with a very bitter smell.
It's the same smell that you had detected on the murderer.
What do you think, my friend? Have you seen this man before?
Well, the face looks somewhat familiar,
but I can't recall where I might have seen it.
No.
I hope you don't mind that I'm picking you up. I had to see you.
Have you had a hard day? - Hard enough.
Oh, I've forgotten my bag.
Never mind. I'm used to bigger problems.
One moment, I'll get it.
Anthony, follow him. That was the killer.
No, the other way.
What are you doing? What do you want?
Oh, I'm sorry.
Your behaviour is extremely disconcerting.
It was a mistake.
Sir, you are talking to Lord Salisbury, if that means anything to you.
Marika!
come and see my show 鈾?if you're feeling warm
don't talk a lot 鈾?if you're feeling hot
What a minx!
鈾?exactly what you think
my lovely tits 鈾?come feel my hips
I'll give you the ass 鈾?if you have the brass
鈾?exactly what you think
Isn't that your ex? She's put on a lot of weight.
She's putting on quite a show. Well, at least she's livening up the place.
About time.
my lips are wet 鈾?My skin is fine
- Nice flowers for sale. 鈾?Look at my life
Here. - 鈾?I'm easy to have
Hello. There you are.
We could just go for one little drink. - All right, if we must.
I really liked the flowers, but why didn't you wait for me inside?
Too loud and too depraved.
You're a posh one, aren't you? You don't mingle with the mob.
Where are you taking me, darling?
You'll see where I'm taking you.
The flower woman said you'd probably give me ten shillings.
Hey, listen, you're not one of those odd birds, are you?
What do you mean?
You might demand odd things of me.
I met a guy once who insisted I go to the cemetery with him.
I had to do him on his wife's grave.
You don't want anything like that, do you?
No, I don't want anything like that. - Darling.
So, where we are we going? It's so far.
Where are you taking me? Nobody lives here.
Don't scare me. I really don't like jokes.
How much longer are we going to drive through the dark?
You can't do this to me.
What's the matter? Say something.
I don't like this at all. This place gives me the creeps somehow.
No! Help!
Help! Help!
Stop!
No! No!
I'm suffocating. No!
You'll be glad when we're finally on tour, won't you?
And what about your boyfriend, Anthony?
It's a shame. - Yes, it is.
It's unfortunate for him that Scotland Yard's not more successful.
People don't like seeing a Scotland Yard Inspector
taking home a pretty dancer like you in the evening,
while Jack the Ripper is slipping through his fingers.
To make matters worse, the Times prints those readers' letters.
Is that you, Charlie?
We have something to discuss. - At this hour?
When I come here in secret, you can be sure I have my reasons.
But not now.
I think now is the best time.
I don't know why you're here, either.
The main thing is that I know. Let me jog your memory a bit.
I don't understand. You're talking in riddles.
If I were you, I would have a good think.
Then you might realise why I'm here.
I'm really sorry, but I'm very tired, and I don't want Mrs Baxter...
One moment!
I know that you are Jack the Ripper. That will cost you a pretty penny.
Although I probably should warn her about you.
Don't worry, I don't want to grass on you. Although I do have enough proof.
More than enough. - How much?
500 guineas, and I'll leave you alone.
And where would I get that kind of money? - Your relatives at Buckingham Palace.
Doctor?
Doctor? Doctor?
Excuse me.
Strange.
Look at that, a new girl. I'm surprised you still dare to come here.
Aren't you afraid? You're just his type.
But don't worry, I'll keep an eye on you.
If you protect me, I'll feel safe.
I'm honoured by your trust, but what do I get out of it?
Hello, my pretty. How about it, you and and a bottle of champagne?
No, thanks. I don't want any champagne. - Well, I never...
Hello. Why don't you sit down?
No, thanks. I'm looking for someone.
What a pity.
Good evening, Ruppert. - Good evening, inspector.
This is the mother.
Why didn't you inform me earlier?
You need your sleep.
A gardener from Kensington Park found blood and a woman's clothes.
I started an investigation, and that's when the mother came.
The missing girl is called Marika Stevenson, a girl from the country
who used to perform at Pike's Hole as a singer and dancer.
That's where she was last seen.
I'm Inspector Selby, Mrs Stevenson.
Your daughter's disappearance is really very mysterious.
Has she been found yet?
No. But you shouldn't fear the worst yet.
Don't raise false hopes.
My Marika always came home.
Despite her profession,
I could always rely on her.
Even if she came home very late. She knew I would be worried.
But you don't care. You and your policemen are unflappable.
While you and your sort are having a good time in posh bars,
my poor child is being cut into pieces by this guy.
But what does it matter? One harlot less is one less problem for you.
Why haven't you hung this fiend on the nearest lamppost yet?
No one helps the poor. No one bats an eye if we get killed.
Please calm down. - Come on, madam.
This is really going too far.
Maybe, Ruppert. But she has a point.
Hello, Inspector Selby's office. Yes, the Inspector is here.
Hello. No.
She hasn't come home?
Yes.
Has another one disappeared?
Cynthia hasn't come home.
Don't be afraid. A small offering for a poor man, please.
Thank you, milady, but what are you doing here, all alone at night?
I'm looking for someone.
Make sure you don't meet anyone who might be looking for you.
You'd better go home to your parents before he finds you.
How do you know I...
You have such a lovely smell of soap and expensive perfume.
But you also smell of camphor, mothballs and such,
as if you had dressed up in a costume tonight,
as if you were putting on an act
and pretending to be something you're not.
But your refined speech gives you away.
Be careful, my child. This is a dangerous area.
It's not the right place for you.
Excuse me... can I still get a drink?
I'm sorry, dolly bird. I'm closing now.
Only a small one. I'm in a bad way. Haven't made a guinea today.
All right, then. Come in. - You're a good boy.
The bloody fog. - Yes, it was making me feel queasy.
What would you like?
I don't care. Anything.
Rum perhaps?
Fine by me. - Rum it is.
If only I wasn't feeling so sick.
What's making you feel sick?
Oh, all that shit.
You must be new to the game. - Yes.
I'll go and count the dough now, but hurry up, that won't take long.
Good evening.
Am I mistaken or have we met before? - It's possible our paths have crossed.
Why don't we celebrate our reunion? - All right.
Here or somewhere else? - Why not here? It's all the same.
Let's sit down, then. - Yes.
Would you like another rum, or rather champagne?
I'd prefer champagne.
Don't bother. I'd better go myself.
You sit down now.
Johnny's a friend of mine. He was just about to close the pub,
but perhaps I can still talk him into giving me that bottle of bubbly.
Back in a minute.
Is there another exit here? - Yes, the back door. Why?
Please run to the police. Jack the Ripper's sitting in the pub.
I swear to you it's him. I'll keep him busy until you return.
All right, at your own risk. - Yes.
Stop. Nobody's allowed to go in there. - Inspector Selby wants you to stay here.
Are they here?
They're waiting for you. By the stage.
Stand aside. Move aside please.
You keep the entrance clear. - Stay back please.
That's him.
So, it happened at your establishment?
Yes, I was about to close when the girl came asking for a drink.
The man didn't arrive until I was downstairs.
And what makes you think that he was Jack the Ripper?
The girl was convinced of it. That's why I went to the police.
I see. You might recognise her on this photograph.
Yes, that was her.
I think I saw her too. - Oh, did you?
She walked around as if she was looking for someone,
but the way she was dressed was completely different.
No doubt about it, Ruppert.
Do you think she was looking for you?
She was looking for Jack the Ripper. Don't you understand?
Has she gone mad?
She wanted to help me find the killer.
Well, she found him.
But the questions is, how will we find her?
I think I can give you a clue, Inspector. - Can you?
I was at the botanical garden today. I wanted to help you too.
In one of the large greenhouses, I noticed this smell.
The bitter smell we talked about, the smell that also came from the killer.
That's what I smelled there.
You damned whore.
You'd have loved that, wouldn't you?
You were going to finish me off. You were going to kill me.
You hussy. You killed me long ago. When I was still a child.
I loved you.
I loved you and hated you at the same time.
But now I want your death because all that's left is hatred.
And with your blood I will then cleanse myself of all my sins.
Look how nice the knife is gleaming.
But you loved me. How can you kill me?
Because you're a whore, mother, a dirty whore.
And I want to see you suffer.
I want to destroy you, the way you destroyed me back then.
You dirty... Why aren't you laughing? Why are you screaming?
Why aren't you laughing? You used to be so good at that.
When you wanted to make me angry, you laughed.
When I was crying with shame, you laughed.
When I didn't want you to caress me with your revolting hands, you laughed.
You always tried to caress me, with these gentle fingers
that were all tender and warm, even when it was cold.
No. Don't.
No. No.
And they were so seductive too.
Doctor! There are enemies outside. Run! - Damn!
Cynthia!
It was almost too late. Don't ever do that again.
You can be certain of that, Anthony.
Surrender. You're not going to get out of here.
We've surrounded the greenhouse. Surrender.
Watch it.
From now on, you'll have time to think.
Scotland Yard has made quite a catch.
You are Jack the Ripper.
You will have to prove that first.