Thi's i's my home.
My 'son picked up that parcel.
It's my job to keep thi's 'stuff out'side the hou'se,
not let it in the door.
I let em down.
- Thi's may be Bou'sfield's kidney. - It's half of it.
Half? Je'su's!
Get it off my table!
Thi's letter came with the package.
It's handwritten. Addre's'sed to you.
I think it's 'safe to a's'sume it's from the killer.
What doe's it 'say?
It 'say's, Mr Mile's, 'sir,
I 'send you half the kidney I took from one woman. I pre'served it for you.
The other piece I fried and ate. It wa's very nice.
I may 'send you the bloody knife that took it out
if you only wait a while longer.
Catch me when you can.
Exactly the 'same a's what the Ripper wrote.
What? Ive done my re'search, a's well, you know.
The handwriting's unu'sual.
The way he's 'shaped the letter's, it's Ea'stern European.
Ive done a lot of cour'se's.
A woman wa's murdered in one of your vars.
We need to find the driver quickly.
With all due re'spect, you dont have a filing 'sy'stem.
Well call the VAT man in.
(In a Ru's'sian accent) No. No, VAT man not nece's'sary.
I need 'secretary but how could I a'sk 'someone to work in a place like thi's?
I have a filing 'sy'stem. Plea'se, let me think.
- Mr Maduro... - It's coming to me.
Night before la'st, you 'say.
KFC.
I have many driver's. All hard worker's, you know.
Pole's, Albaniars. You know what Im 'saying?
- So it's off the book's then? - Everyone want's ca'sh, dont they?
Ha, KFC!
Ha. I told you I have 'sy'stem!
(Giggle's) Driver's name will be in there.
- Im gonna relea'se Buchan today. - No, no, no! Charge him.
- We have no evidence of collu'sion. - Ill think of 'something.
- The killer relie's on him for advice. - So?
The la'st victim, Mary Kelly, i's hi's mo'st complex murder.
Hell have a lot of que'stiors. Let's give him hi's mentor back.
- (Mobile ring's) - Fine. Well put him on 'surveillance.
DI Chandler.
(Kent) I've got a name for the driver of the van, sir, He works at the hospital,
Have you got a pen? Im gonna have to 'spell it.
- Go ahead, - Antoni Pricha.
Buchan, out.
- Am I free? - Yeah.
I failed you all.
I failed poor Mary. I failed the inquiry.
I failed all tho'se who had faith in me.
Shut up!
(Door buzzer)
Dr Cohen, do you have a minute?
Ye's, but if thi's i's about Emma Jone's, you 'should talk to Dr Phillip's.
He wa's the one who treated her.
John, thi's i's DI Chandler, the detective I wa's telling you about.
Emma Jone's i's 'still in a coma but Id be happy to help if I can.
Were looking for a porter named Antoni Pricha.
- The morgue man. - The morgue man?
Ill... 'show you where to find him.
(Door buzzer)
(Door 'shut's)
(Cohen) Hello?
- Great. He's not here. - Wait a moment.
(Bleeping)
Thi's i's Antoni Pricha.
(Chandler) So youre the morgue man?
You mu'st enjoy the company of the dead.
The dead, I dont care. I want to 'sleep.
- Youre 23. I's that right, Antoni? - Ye's.
(Exhale's)
Well, I know I dont look too good for my age but come on.
23? What the hell have you been playing at, 'son?
- I lived through war. - In Ko'sovo?
Ye's.
L-l-I 'see my family killed.
I 'see my hou'se burned.
I am 'shot.
For them, I am dead man.
But I live.
I come to England.
I work. I eat.
But Im dead man.
You mu'st get fla'shback's, nightmare's.
I bet 'sometime's you feel like youre gonna explode.
So what do you do then? Do you look for a woman?
For a woman you need time, you need money.
Yeah, why wa'ste time and money? You can do what you like once theyre dead.
(Antoni 'snigger's)
I dont know what you 'say to me.
(Chandler) How long have you worked for AC Maduro Health and Safety?
- I no work there. - Driving vars for Mr Maduro?
- I do not know Mr Maduro. - Well, he know's you. He hired you.
No. Not me.
All right, then, Antoni, tell me about the work you do do.
I work in ho'spital and I work in kitchen in Brick Lane.
Sometime's I work in factory but it's not good there, I think.
They do not alway's pay.
Maduro pay's you ca'sh in hand.
I do not know him. If I know him, I tell you.
Have you heard of Jack the Ripper?
The expert's reckon he wa's a foreign fella like your'self.
I no work for Maduro, no work for Jack.
A's a Ru's'sian, he know's where to get job's but he's bad man, I think.
Youre gonna 'stop with thi's helple's's a'sylum-'seeker crap
and 'start arswering the bloody que'stiors
or youll regret the day you ever 'set foot in thi's country!
My mother i's dead, my father i's dead,
my brother, my 'si'ster's are dead.
What can you do to me? I have nothing for you to take!
We need to get Maduro in to ID Pricha.
Then we can get pa'st thi's pretence of him not knowing about the van.
Ill fetch him my'self.
McCormack, trace the parcel. See if anyone remember's Pricha 'sending it to Mile's.
- I hate witne's'se's. - Nece's'sary evil.
Well, theyre all bo's's-eyed and memorie's like goldfi'sh.
Cant make a ca'se without them.
OK.
Take your time. Look at each man carefully.
When youre 'sati'sfied,
you tell me which man you hired to drive for your company.
Youve made a mi'stake. Thi's i's wrong line-up.
Antoni's not even there.
(Woman) Yeah, I remember that parcel,
- Really? - Well, I remember him.
I knew he wa's up to 'something. You can tell, innit?
I didnt like him. He made me think of the devil.
- What do you mean the devil? - Like an evil pre'sence. Eugh!
He ha's thi's parcel and he want's to know i's fir'st-cla's's po'st 100% reliable.
He doe'snt want hi's parcel to go mi's'sing.
I 'say he can have it recorded delivery but he dont wanna know.
I tell him, Why dont you walk it round? It's round the corner, innit?
I couldnt 'see why he had to po'st it.
Can you de'scribe thi's man?
5 9. Medium-built. Not fat or nothing.
Staring eye's, like a wolf.
He had a hat on. One of tho'se blue felt one's with a little peak.
Big mou'stache.
I thought, like, he wa'snt Engli'sh but he 'sounded all right.
- The colour of hi's hair, hi's eye's? - Dark. Very dark. All over.
- You mean black? - I mean hi's aura.
So if you 'saw him again, would you recogni'se him?
Ye's, I would. Do you wanna 'see him? We have CCTV.
I dont believe thi's. That's fanta'stic, Mr's Buki!
I wi'sh all witne's'se's were like you.
No, not him.
It's further on, actually.
That's him.
- Are you 'sure? - That's the man who gave me the parcel.
You 'see? That mou'stache and the hat?
Stop. That's the man I hired. That's Antoni.
The killer 'stole Antoni Pricha's identity and u'sed false document's
to obtain a job at AC Maduro Health and Safety.
The Antoni Pricha we arre'sted had no idea hi's identity had been taken.
He's a genuine refugee and ha's no connection to the murder's.
Now thi's i's the man that 'sent half of Mary Bou'sfield's kidney to DS Mile's.
Thi's i's the man Mr Maduro hired.
It's the 'same man.
Thi's i's our killer.
I know him.
I know Ive 'seen him before.
Get the mug book's. Find him.
Ive 'seen him. I know it.
- Tho'se eye's gave me the creep's. - (Mile's) Give him 'some air.
Take your time. Look at one face at a time.
I 'saw hi's face recently.
It wa's a picture.
I know it. I ju'st know it.
- I's that him? - Yeah.
Yeah, that's him.
(Mile's) That's Seweryn Klo'sow'ski.
Hanged in 1903 for poi'soning hi's wife.
Abberline, the detective who cha'sed the Ripper, thought he wa's the one.
Were not getting any clo'ser to finding thi's guy and he know's it.
- Sorry, Skip. - No, it's all right.
Youll be on Traffic tomorrow.
All right.
Nothing remairs of number 29, Hanbury Street.
And thi's i's a's clo'se a's we can get
to where the body of Annie Chapman wa's found in the back yard.
Now Annie Chapman had three children.
Emily Ruth, Annie Georgina and John.
Poor John wa's a cripple.
And Emily died of meningiti's.
Annie took to drink and her marriage fell...
Oh, get to the murder!
I'snt that enough for you that the poor woman died?
What about the new Ripper? He's been killing them round here.
Why dont you take u's to tho'se murder 'site's?
Thi's i's a cla's'sic Ripper tour.
(Giggling)
Where's your decency? Your compa's'sion?
- (Man) What? - Murder i's not entertainment.
Go home!
- (All 'shouting and complaining) - Show u's the murder 'site!
No... Im 'sorry.
I cant do thi's any more.
- At lea'st give u's our money back. - We paid our money.
(TV) Police have today come under fire
for being slow to react to the spate of Jack the Ripper copycat murders
in London's East End,
Fear has gripped residents,,,
(Radio) It has been one week since the death of Mary Bousfield,
the community support officer found murdered in Mitre Square,
who is thought to be the third victim of the Jack the Ripper,,,
(TV),, if they are right about the Ripper theory,
According to leading Ripper experts,
the final murder will take place on November the 9th,
(Radio) All the police know is that the victim will have red hair
and the murder will be acted out somewhere in London's East End,
(Buchan) "The Ripper destroyed her face,
"He cut off her breasts, gutted her
"and stripped the skin from her thighs,
"Mary's heart was cut out and never found,"
(TV) The murder could happen anywhere
and the police are no closer to pinpointing where that might be,
(Buchan) "All we know is this,
"Mary Kelly had long red hair
"and her last meal consisted of fish and potatoes,"
Public concern focuses on the lack of perceived police presence
in the East End area of London,
Police are under enormous pressure to catch the killer before he strikes again,
Where's McCormack?
Interviewing hi's third Ripper of the day.
- The loonie's are 'still confe's'sing. - I know.
Sander's i's on the Buchan 'shift.
Everyone else i's out interviewing Mary Bou'sfield's friend's.
The DI 'seem's to be living here. Do you think he's all right?
No.
I know what you need.
Youve gotta eat.
Youve gotta focu's, youve gotta eat.
What, youve got no appetite?
Weve got two day's until he copie's the murder of Mary Kelly.
Ive been out all night retracing hi's 'step's.
Over and over, trying to work out how he's gonna do it.
Thi's murder could happen anywhere, in any flat.
She wa's torn apart. He comp...
He completely ripped her to piece's.
(Sigh's) You were right about me. Im all PR and paperwork.
I cant hide it any more. Im... Im not up to it.
I dont think there's one of u's who find's it ea'sy.
When were at the 'scene, we get on with it.
There's a proce's's. Were trained.
But once were on our own, it's different.
McCormack dream's of hi's perfect pub.
Sander's take's hi's kid's out.
He think's we dont know but Kent ha's a little cry
in the bog's or the car park.
You 'say youre not up to it
but being up to it ha's got nothing to do with the dead.
Being up to it i's turning up the next morning at 9am no matter what.
So eat up, 'sir.
What about you? What do you do?
When I get home, I go to my garden, my pond.
Ive got a nice bit of 'seating there,
away from the hou'se, a bit of privacy,
and I feed my fi'sh.
Ive got carp. Real beautie's.
They come up, take the food out of my hand.
Them fi'sh 'save me. My job, my marriage.
You wanna get your'self 'some fi'sh. Better than crying in car park's.
(Buchan) Thank you all for coming,
Glad you could make it, 'sir. I thought you 'should 'see thi's.
- What's happening? - It's not a Ripper tour. It's 'something else.
Many of you will have read my be'st'selling book.
Unlike other authoritie's on Jack,
I have long believed that Mary Kelly wa's the la'st victim of the Ripper.
Well...
...I wa's wrong.
I would like it to be known that, in my expert opinion,
Mary Kelly wa's not murdered by the Ripper.
Kelly wa's murdered in her lodging's on her bed
but Jack alway's killed in the 'street.
Mary wa's torn to piece's in a frenzy
but Jack alway's had an objective and he wa's controlled.
I believe Catherine Eddowe's wa's Jack's la'st victim here in Mitre Square.
After her, there were no more Ripper killing's.
Do you truly believe that?
Im prepared to de'stroy my life's work and 'start again.
Such i's the force of my conviction.
He's lo'st the plot.
No... I know what he's doing.
(Buchan 'sniff's)
- Are you gonna be OK? - Mm.
That's all I could think of to 'stop him.
It's not much but it's all Ive got.
- It's 'still your inquiry, then? - Nobody else want's my job.
They want to 'stand back and watch me go down in flame's.
Tell me, Joe. Who do you think wa's Jack the Ripper?
- What doe's it matter? - Im 'seriou's.
If you cant decide who the Ripper i's, how will you catch your killer?
It's completely irrelevant.
Well, the killer ha's decided who the Ripper wa's.
Youve got to 'see thing's through hi's eye's.
Thi's i's your la'st chance. Who killed Mary Kelly?
Ive done all I can, Joe.
It's down to you now.
Oh, lovely! Oh, look at that! Look!
It's a board game.
It's a game and it's helpful to the inquiry.
Well play that later.
- Happy birthday, Skip! - (Doorbell ring's)
- Ill get it. - Give him a beer.
Joe! Lovely! Come in!
- Have you come on your own? - Yeah.
- Happy birthday. - Thank's.
Well, you could have brought a friend or a... partner.
- You think Im gay? - It wouldnt matter if you were.
Im not gay.
Well, no one i's on the job but my boy's are above all that.
Mile's, I appreciate your openne's's...
Come and have a drink and thank's for the fi'sh food. Very thoughtful.
It's obviou's he's covered hi's track's.
Buchars trying to prevent the final murder
by convincing the killer that Mary Kelly never happened.
- You cant change hi'story. - He's trying to 'save a life.
You 'should have 'seen him burning hi's book's. He wa's gutted.
You may have to change your mind about Buchan.
Irritating, interfering, pompou's, 'short...
Id expect you to appreciate the importance of a mars reputation
and what it co'st's him when he lo'se's it.
Buchars de'stroyed a name it's taken 20 year's to build.
That mears 'something.
Yeah, all right. Maybe he didnt know who he wa's talking to on that web'site.
- He's an unwitting accomplice. - Yeah, all right!
So if Buchan doe'snt lead to the killer...
...where doe's that leave u's?
I mean, the next killing i's tomorrow night.
(Sigh's) Im gonna check on my fi'sh.
- Beer? - Oh, cheer's.
Cheer's.
If youd been a copper back then, if you were Abberline,
who would you fancy for the Ripper?
- Ive thought about that a lot. - Yeah, me too.
What if the original Jack wa's also wearing di'sgui'se's?
What if Jack wa's a woman?
A crazed abortioni'st 'stealing uteru'se's?
Yeah, that's likely!
Nur'se's make great 'serial killer's. Jill the Ripper?
(Laugh's)
Cant have kid's her'self 'so 'she 'steals womers womb's.
Stop's them from having what 'she cant have.
No, women poi'son or they 'shoot you.
Their victim's are u'sually the very young or the very old.
All right, then, who done it?
Well, I think Jack would have been in hi's 30's.
He wa's local. Lived alone. Probably lived where the murder's took place.
He wa's a labourer. Shabbily dre's'sed.
Well known to the pro'stitute's who tru'sted him.
He knew Catherine Eddowe's and Mary Kelly well becau'se he mutilated their face's.
OK, you given me a profile, 'so now give me a name.
George Hutchirson.
A witne's's 'saw him with Mary Kelly before 'she died
and after that witne's's gave her 'statement,
Hutchirson appeared and gave another 'statement
'saying hed 'seen her going off with another man.
Hutchirsors 'statement wa's... incredibly detailed,
even down to the mars hor'se'shoe-'shaped tiepin.
And we know what witne's'se's are like. No memorie's and bo's's-eyed.
He talked about the colour of the mars 'spat's,
the fact that he wa's carrying a parcel covered in American cloth.
He remembered the brown glove's.
All thi's at two in the morning by an unlit pa's'sageway? Plea'se!
He invented that man 'so he wouldnt be the la'st per'son to 'see Mary Kelly alive.
- Wa's Hutchirson ever a 'su'spect? - No.
The police believed hi's 'story about a po'sh man in an a'strakhan coat.
They went looking for 'somebody quite unlike Hutchirson.
- I 'still prefer my mad bird theory. - (Laugh's)
Fire inve'stigation have identified the accelerant's u'sed in the Wilke's Street fire.
They took their bloody time.
Benzene, phenol, collodion. Do they mean anything to you?
Maduro had em in hi's vars. Come on.
Where to? Maduro's?
No, Wilke's Street.
(Chandler) I think the killer 'set fire to thi's building
on the night of the fir'st murder to 'set the right hi'storical atmo'sphere.
But he had no blueprint's to work from, no coroner's report.
He wa's improvi'sing, which mears he might have made a mi'stake.
It 'say's here there were three 'seat's of fire.
There.
And over there.
He knew what he wa's doing, then?
No, ju'st the oppo'site.
A profe's'sional ar'soni'st would have 'set one blaze and gutted the building.
Thi's guy didnt tru'st hi's tools. He went belt and brace's.
Set too many fire's. They ate up all the oxygen in the room...
and 'stopped the fire from 'spreading.
The killer 'stopped emailing Buchan at the time of the fir'st murder, didnt he?
- Ye's. Same night a's the fire. - Well, I think I know why, then.
It could be the killer's computer.
Get thi's examined 'straightaway.
Mile's, we think weve found the killer's computer at Wilke's Street.
- That's great, bo's's. So are you coming in? - There's something I need to do first,
George Hutchirson lived in the Victoria Working Mers home.
It wa's the epicentre of where the murder's took place.
There's flat's here now. Ill knock on a few door's. Call it my eureka moment.
He's had a eureka moment.
Well, dont go in without backup. That's a rough e'state.
Ill be fine.
We better go and hold hi's hand.
(Man on intercom) Yeah, man, Who that?
It's me, mate, innit?
(Door buzzer)
(Loud mu'sic and dog bark's)
(Baby crying)
Excu'se me. Hello?
Hello? Could I...? I wa's wondering...
Excu'se me. Oh, thank's for 'stopping.
I ju'st wondered if I could a'sk you 'some que'stiors about your neighbour's.
I am down on whore's and I 'shant quit ripping em till I do get buckled.
What did you 'say?
(Scream's)
(Groars)
Oh, my God!
Sir, youve got a head injury. You need to go to ho'spital.
- Im not going anywhere. - Youre about a's pretty a's me now.
Not quite. I didnt hit every 'step on the way down!
- Are you ready, 'sir? - Do it.
Bloody hell.
Mile's... in here!
(Door creak's)
Je'su's, Mary and Jo'seph!
(Door creak's)
Bloody hell! Sir.
There's more.
I cant believe thi's.
Oh, my God.
(Mile's) Bloody hell!
It's the leather apron.
Eugh!
I want SOCO's here. We need to go through every inch of thi's place.
It's all here. Look. Every la'st detail.
Yeah, but i's there anything about Mary Kelly?
Nothing that we dont know already. She lived in Miller's Court with a Joe Barnett.
Her la'st meal corsi'sted of fi'sh and potatoe's.
Well, that's really gonna help!
- Miller's Court i's over the road. - Not any more. It's a car park now.
What do you want me to 'say? He's gonna rip her apart.
He's gonna kill her in her flat and recreate what happened to Mary Kelly.
- The next victim will have long red hair? - (Mile's) Yeah.
I think Ive found her.
Ive 'seen her before. She's a nur'se from the ho'spital.
Get her IDd and under protection. Go!
McCormack, go with him.
There mu'st be 'something that tells u's who thi's guy i's.
(McCormack) Excu'se me, love...
Excu'se me. Do you know thi's woman? I need to find her.
(TV),, Asclepius, who enraged the gods by bringing a dead man back to life,
As punishment for this man-made miracle,
Zeus killed Asclepius but out of respect for his ability,
placed the dead physician's soul amongst the stars,,,
Oh, thi's i's a nightmare! There are dozers of birth certificate's!
- One of them mu'st be hi's. - I dont recogni'se the name's.
(Mobile ring's)
- Yeah, Kent? - Her name i's France's Cole's.
- She's a midwife. - Theyve IDd her.
- She's France's Cole's, a midwife. - Have they made contact?
- Have you made contact? - She's not answering her phone,
They cant get her on the phone.
- Her addre's's i's Clerkenwell Road... - Theyve got her addre's's.
- Send a tactical unit. - Get Tactical there. Well meet you.
No! The arswer mu'st be here 'somewhere!
There mu'st be 'something here that point's to who he i's.
The'se are obviou'sly false identitie's.
I think the real man di'sappeared year's ago and were left with i's thi's.
A's far a's were concerned, he's an unidentified per'son.
- A John Doe. - A John Doe?
Oh, my God!
You know what the police called a John Doe of Jewi'sh origin in 1888?
- What? - David Cohen.
- Who's David Cohen? - Dr David Cohen.
(Cohen) We can po'stpone, if you like. I dont want to be a bother.
Oh, no. Dont be 'silly. Come in. Sit down. Make your'self at home.
I dont want to be alone tonight, anyway.
- Where's John? - Couldnt get away from A&E.
- Oh, typical! - Said to 'say 'sorry.
Wanted me to... really look after you.
I really hope you like fi'sh pie.
(Giggle's) I love it.
- (Mobile ring's) - Yeah.
- Were ju'st about to go in now, 'sir. - Theyre going in.
Well, that wa's wonderful. Thank you.
Great. Im glad you enjoyed it.
Where's your bathroom?
It's through into the bedroom and on the left.
I hope you like ice cream.
Any thought's on mu'sic?
(Scream's)
(Screaming continue's)
Clear!
- Clear? - Yep.
- All clear, bo's's. - Shit!
- She's not here. - What do you mean?
Well, the flat's empty.
Search the flat. Look for anything that might tell me where 'she i's.
A mum, dad, 'si'ster's, brother's, boyfriend's, whatever.
I want every addre's's within a five-minute walk of where I am now.
Shell be right around the corner. Ju'st like Mary Kelly.
We need to look for an addre's's of where 'she might be. Go!
(Scream's)
Ye's, ye's, ye's! Kent!
(Scream's)
- Got an addre's's book. - Theyve found an addre's's book.
- Summerford Street. - No, nearer than that.
- How about Leonard Street? - Leonard Street?
- That's mile's away. - No, it's nearer than that.
George Hutchirson lived literally a 'stone's throw from Mary Kelly.
The addre's's were looking for i's a 'street away from here.
- Somewhere like Wentwon'th Street... - Wentwon'th Street or Thrawl Street.
Were running out of time here!
If we get thi's wrong, 'she's dead.
(Scream's)
- Got one! Got one! - Hang on a 'sec.
It's Bethnal Green. Sorry.
Come on, you bitch!
Ive found one. Could be her boyfriend. He's clo'se.
A man called John Phillip's. 237, Chapel Wharf Building's.
Flower and Dean Street, Tower Hamlets,
- Flower and Dean Street. Spot on! - Got it!
(France's 'scream's)
- How do you know 'she's gonna be there? - I know. Thi's i's what he want's.
- I can feel it, Mile's. Tru'st me. - Yeah, all right.
(Tyre's 'screech)
- Dr Phillip's's flat. - Er... 237.
Fifth floor!
(Choking)
Who are you?
(Groars)
(Siren)
(Groars)
Check the girl. Im all right. Check the girl.
Are you all right?
Are you 'sure? Mile's, 'she's fine.
(Sob's)
Mile's?
Mile's? She's fine.
Mile's? Mile's.
Emergency a's'si'stance required. DS Mile's i's down.
Su'spect on the run. He's wearing 'scrub's.
It's OK. Ju'st hang on. Plea'se.
Ju'st hang on.
(Siren approaching)
Youre gonna be OK. Youre gonna be OK.
- Youve failed. - With due re'spect, 'sir, I 'saved two live's.
That lunatic i's 'still out on the 'street's.
How long before he kills again?
- He wont kill again. - Why 'should he 'stop?
We dont even know who he i's.
We know nothing about hi's real identity.
The 9th of November i's over. He doe'snt get another chance to kill a Mary Kelly.
He's failed. Nothing left to live for.
Hell want to die and pre'serve hi's anonymity.
He want's to be a myth like the fir'st Jack.
If we monitor 'suicide's in the capital over the next two week's, hell turn up.
Well, it's not your call any more.
You could have been great. We had 'such ambition for you.
But now...
Im going to have to cut you loo'se.
Nothing but a DI.
Thank you.
Your mother 'said Id find you here.
Hello, Joe.
How are you, Ed?
I have to know.
You looked into hi's eye's. What wa's he like?
He wa's ju'st a man.
I am alway's amazed at the evil men do.
Will you drink to her?
Ye's, of cour'se.
To you, Mary.
(Sniff's)
What will you do now?
Oh, my inve'stigating day's are not over.
Wherever there's a my'stery, the unexplained, the whiff of corspiracy,
Ill be there.
Im 'sure youre the right man for the job.
Join me... Wed make a great team.
Bo's's, we gotta go!
Would you like a lift?
No, no, no. Very kind but I prefer the bu's.
You 'see all of human life that way.
It's not all 'serial killer's and car cha'se's and 'saving the girl at the end, you know.
I know that.
There's gang-land murder, drug-related murder, dome'stic's,
aggravated burglary, knock-on-the-head- for-no-rea'son-on-a-Friday-night murder.
- You up for that? - Im here, arent I?
Two teabag's and milk, Skip. Green tea, 'sir.
Want a bi'scuit? Theyre wholemeal. They help you think.
All right, what we got?
Stab wound to the che'st. Look's like a mugging gone bad.
Well, it might be.
Perhap's the killer want's u's to di'smi's's thi's a's a random attack
'so that we dont dig any deeper.
Oh, dont 'start. Dont you have a nice de'sk to go to?
No, I dont. Let's go.
Nine time's out of ten, when it look's like a mugging, it's a mugging.
I 'suppo'se when it look's like a dome'stic, it's a dome'stic, but it wa'snt la'st time, wa's it?
No, well, fair enough, but that's the exception that prove's the rule...