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(Man) Here's Joe.
- Joe, nice to 'see you.
- Nice to 'see you.
- Commander, how are you?
- Very well.
(Siren)
(Shouting)
That's why men like Joe
are the future of Briti'sh policing.
No pre's'sure there then!
(Laughter)
(Shouting)
(Gla's's 'sma'shing)
(Siren)
OK, back.
(Shouting)
Do not come any... clo'ser!
Li'sten, youve been told once!
I do not want to tell you again!
We need bold initiative's
in partner'ship with the communitie's
to ersure good practice within
a 'solid management framework.
Ultimately,
thi's i's about the effective delivery
of 'sanctiors to the 'stakeholder's.
Stakeholder's?
Five year's ago,
we 'simply called them criminals.
(Laughter)
Excu'se me. Excu'se me.
- Night.
- Ill 'see you tomorrow.
Bye, Mary.
(Choking)
(Choking)
Oh, my God.
Ive got you, love.
Youre gonna be all right.
PCSO Bou'sfield to Control.
Receiving. Over.
(Woman over radio)
Receiving you, Mary, Go ahead,
Immediate a's'si'stance
and an ambulance required
at the old board 'school
off Commercial Street.
(Choke's)
There you go, love.
(Door 'slam's 'shut)
Chri'st have mercy!
(Siren)
Vince, there's a coffee. No 'sugar.
- Two teabag's, Skip.
- Thank's.
Cant people die
at a decent time of day?
Got your own
crap-puccino there, Kent?
Right, what we got?
They were impre's'sed with you in there.
Good money's on you
making commander in three year's.
- That's generou's.
- It's all part of the plan, Joe.
- Ye's, 'sir.
- No need to be formal.
Thi's i's what your father wanted. Hed be proud.
Weve got a dead woman
in Whitechapel.
Probable dome'stic. No DI.
A bit of a rough 'squat.
- Ill take it.
- Ready to head up your fir'st ***?
- Ab'solutely.
- Good lad.
Once youve ticked that box,
we can move you on.
Get you out of the trenche's and
up to headquarter's where you belong.
- I dont know what to 'say.
- How about thank you?
Thank you, 'sir.
Excellent!
Commander Ander'sors
'sending u's a new DI.
Oh. Good co's we dont know
what were doing!
Another fa'st-tracker.
Oh, if Id have known,
Id have made vol-au-vent's.
Ill tell the other's.
Now that's a good look.
- DI Chandler.
- DS Mile's.
Well get you 'suited up. Thi's way.
(Whi'stle's)
The victim's name wa's Cathy Lane.
43 year's old.
Mother of three.
Separated from her partner.
She wa's found around 2am
by a community 'support officer.
Cathy wa's 'still alive then
but by the time
the emergency 'service's got to her,
'she wa's dead.
- Who identified her?
- We all did. Let's go.
Have you worked
a *** 'scene before?
Im not a ***, you know.
Ive had my fair 'share.
Right, well, youll be laughing, then.
Streak of pi's's.
- Hello, Ray.
- Weve got to 'stop meeting like thi's.
Oh, yeah. It wouldnt be the 'same
without a dead body between u's!
- Morning.
- DI Chandler.
Can you 'see the cut's to her throat?
From the 'side here,
we have the fir'st inci'sion
and there i's a 'second cut
that's more deci'sive right round.
Thi's i's the deep one.
Seem's to go all the way
through to the vertebrae.
- Do you wanna get a look at thi's?
- No, Im good.
- There's not much blood.
- It doe'snt look that much, doe's it?
I know what youre thinking,
She wa's dumped, but youd be wrong.
It's all here. Soaked
into her clothing. She's 'sodden.
It's intere'sting there's no 'struggle.
There's a brui'se here
and more on the other 'side
with 'small haemorrhage's
around the eye's,
'sugge'sting a'sphyxia.
I think 'she wa's 'strangled fir'st
and thi's i's how he dropped her.
Ju'st a 'snap'shot
ba'sed on obviou's injurie's.
Patience.
(Exhale's)
- I want a detailed plan of the area.
- Fitzgerald and McCormack are doing that.
Witne's'se's?
Mary Bou'sfield,
community 'support officer. Thi's way.
(Puff's)
I 'saw a man with a long knife.
He wa's over 40.
Dark coat. About 5 10.
Po'sh but 'shabby. Had a funny hat.
Funny? How?
Funny, unu'sual.
- Had flap's.
- Did you 'see hi's face?
(Sob's)
Im really 'sorry. I know police
arent 'suppo'sed to cry.
I cry all the time, Mary.
You 'should 'see my ma'scara run!
(Laugh's)
Thank's.
Let em get her off to ho'spital.
Cathy Lane wa's a battered woman.
She 'split from her partner
but argued about money for the kid's.
He didnt want to pay up
while 'she wa's living with other men.
Theyd have too much to drink,
have huge row's.
We were corstantly banging him up
in the cells for the night.
Once, he 'stuck a potato peeler
in her head. ***!
Like that. Alway's knew
wed find her dead one day.
- Who i's thi's guy?
- Rob Lee's.
He's a butcher.
Work's with long 'sharp knive's.
- Let's talk to Rob Lee's then.
- Dont you have a de'sk to go to?
No... I dont.
Let's go.
(Man) Here you go, governor,
Lovely, See ya, Ta-ta!
- Police.
- Yeah?
Can I have a word, plea'se, 'sir?
- Hello, Jim.
- Got a new boy?
Oi! Youll get me into trouble. He's the bo's's.
Oh. Can I help you, 'sir?
- Rob Lee's.
- Rob's not here.
- You know where he i's?
- Nah.
Hi's mobile's 'switched off
and he's not picking up at home.
- Ha's he been at Cathy again?
- Yeah.
- I's 'she all right?
- She's dead.
- Ha's Rob got a woolly hat?
- Eh?
- A woolly hat?
- No.
He wear's one of tho'se
furry Ru's'sian thing's with flap's.
Yeah, get Rob Lee's flat watched.
Can we find out
where hi's mobile i's? Right now.
And get 'someone down to hi's local.
Yeah, he i's. I know.
But what can you do?
We better get a move on.
Before we go anywhere,
can we get 'something 'straight?
Im in charge of thi's inve'stigation.
Im ju'st 'showing you the rope's, 'son.
(Hum's)
I didnt expect thi's.
Welcome to hell, gentlemen.
I think the killer knelt by her head,
held it with hi's left hand,
then cut her throat, left to right,
with hi's right hand.
The blood would have
run away from him.
There are no cut's to her clothing
'so I a's'sume her 'skirt wa's pu'shed up.
The community 'support who found her
pulled her 'skirt down
but 'she thought 'shed been ***.
Well take 'swab's, obviou'sly, but I havent 'seen
any phy'sical 'sigrs of ***.
And here's the 'surpri'se.
It's a's if he's tried to gut her.
On the left-hand 'side, two inche's in,
we have a deep jagged wound.
On the right-hand 'side,
there are four more cut's.
The 'stomach ha's been cut in 'several place's
and the inte'stine's have been expo'sed.
I think he 'stayed
at hi's po'sition at her head,
'stabbed downward's, then drew the knife
up toward's him'self quite violently.
The'se cut's were done quickly.
Thi's whole attack would have been over
in no more than a few minute's.
She wouldnt have known what hit her.
Rob Lee's i's what hit her.
- What can you 'say about the weapon?
- It ha's a 'strong blade.
Long? Like 'something
u'sed for butchering meat?
The thing i's 'skin 'stretche's
and 'soft ti's'sue's compre's's
'so it's hard to talk about knife 'size.
I can only 'speculate very generally.
So 'speculate. For me.
Something like a hunting knife.
Or a boning knife?
I cant rule it out.
Thank's, 'sweetheart.
And there he i's, half the divi'sion
out looking for him,
Rob Lee's turrs up on hi's own door'step
looking like ten kind's of '***,
been up all night, 'smells like a pub.
- Well have you home for tea.
- Excellent.
- What are you doing?
- Im going to interview the 'su'spect.
Why? DI's are 'suppo'sed to 'sit behind
their de'sk and drink herbal tea.
Ill treat it a's an office outing.
Look, I know thi's guy.
He's a liar, he's a manipulator,
and, what's wor'se,
he know's hi's right's.
So 'sit in, if you have to.
That's your prerogative.
But Im a'sking you to let me do
what Im good at. OK, 'sir?
Fine... but I want thi's re'sult
a's much a's you do,
'so we do thi's together.
We get it right
and we get it over with.
OK, boy's, phone's off.
- Hey, that's my 'seat.
- Yeah, and that's my 'seat in there.
But were all making 'sacrifice's today.
Thi's interview i's being conducted
at Whitechapel Police Station.
The time i's 10:15am.
The date i's the 31'st of Augu'st, 2008.
I am Detective Sergeant Ray Mile's.
The other police officer pre'sent i's...
Detective Irspector Jo'seph Chandler.
- The 'solicitor pre'sent i's...
- Lydia Hart.
Plea'se 'state your full name
and date of birth.
Robert Lee's. 11th of March, 1972.
(Ru'stle's cri'sp packet)
Sander's, 'shh!
No.
- Do you under'stand the caution?
- Yeah, I under'stand.
Where were you thi's morning at 2am?
Drunk tank. Charing Cro's's.
I got a ten-copper alibi.
(Giggle's)
It check's out.
They were looking in on him.
Maybe half hour for the whole night, bo's's.
Where's the new Dl-'sky?
Probably with the commander
begging for a trarsfer.
Art's and antique 'squad.
- Ha!
- We havent got the chance to know him.
We wont mi's's her, will we?!
It's got to be a record that.
Shorte'st-'serving DI.
(Laugh's)
Rob Lee's i's no longer a 'su'spect.
Everybody... Li'sten, everybody.
Rob Lee's i's no longer a 'su'spect.
Now that we...
Now that we no longer
have Rob Lee's a's a 'su'spect...
Now that Rob Lee's
i's no longer part of thi's...
I's no longer a... Yeah.
Now that Rob Lee's i's no longer...
(Sigh's)
(Miles) We've got to start over,
Weve got a de'scription of the 'su'spect
'so let's find him on CCTV.
He's wearing a hat with flap's
'so he 'should 'stick out like a 'sore thumb.
- Sander's, youre good at watching telly.
- I am.
You take fir'st 'shift on that.
Fitz, draw up a rota.
Right, Rob Lee's ha's been eliminated
from thi's inquiry.
We 'start afre'sh.
Corsider thi's a new inve'stigation.
Right.
(Laughter)
I need 'some chalk.
(Sander's) I might have 'some.
(Sniggering)
I can wait.
A's long a's it take's.
(Fitzgerald) Teacher's pet!
(Sander's) Ar'se-licker!
(Giggling)
- Thank you, er...
- Kent.
Thank you, Kent.
Right, our 'su'spect i's in hi's 40's.
Average height and build.
Dark complexion.
Wearing a hat with earflap's.
It's a di'stinctive look,
'so let's 'start with CCTV opportunitie's
and find thi's guy.
- Great idea. Well 'start tomorrow.
- Er, no. We 'start now.
End of 'shift. Unle's's
youre authori'sing double-time.
(Laugh's)
Oi!
All right.
(Watch tick's)
(Tube train pa's'se's)
Oh, dear God.
(Fitzgerald) What's your name?
Can you 'spell it for me?
- It wa's him.
- Eugh! Who's let off?
Youre a detective. Work it out, eh?
(Fitzgerald) Tell him to wait up'stair's.
Ive got a bloke up'stair's.
Say's he know's everything about the ***.
(Whi'stle's) Mile's!
I beg your pardon?
(Wolf-whi'stle's)
In your own time, Mr Buchan.
She wa's lying on her back. Skirt's pulled up.
She looked like 'she wa's drunk.
Her throat wa's cut
and her 'stomach had been mutilated.
- You 'saw the mutilation?
- Not exactly.
Where were you 'standing
when you 'saw Cathy Lane's body?
Oh, I wa'snt there.
Mary Ann Nichols wa's the fir'st
canonical victim of Jack the Ripper
and 'she died on the 31'st of Augu'st, 1888.
So? Je'su's Chri'st!
31'st of Augu'st.
Same date, 'same time of night.
She also died next to a board 'school.
I wa's de'scribing her injurie's to you.
I dont bloody believe thi's!
My book.
It ha's all the canonical ***'s
and 'some other event's
I think were linked.
I believe the man who killed your lady
wa's copying Jack the Ripper.
Ill bet 'she wa's lying on her back,
head pointing ea'st,
eye's open,
hand's by her 'side's, palm's open,
leg's out 'straight, 'slightly parted.
A perfect recreation.
Youre a Ripperologi'st, arent you?
Well, ye's, I am. And I also ho'st
an excellent Ripper tour.
A lot of the operator's u'se their tour's
to promote inaccurate theorie's
but I pride my'self on my 'strict adherence
to the known fact's.
Well, here's a fact. Youre a lo'ser.
Now get out before I nick you
for wa'sting police time.
You can keep the book.
Itll help you to predict
what the killer will do next.
There are four more death's to come,
if Im right.
Out!
You 'should be grateful.
Im giving you a head 'start.
They never caught the Ripper
and now time and hi'story
have 'spirited hi's identity away.
- Get out!
- Thank you for your time.
Go on.
Every time there's a 'stabbing
in Whitechapel,
they come crawling out of the woodwork.
I hate Ripperologi'st's.
Right. (Clear's throat)
Forersic's?
There's nothing. No print's,
no fibre's, no DNA. Nothing.
- Witne's'se's?
- Nobody heard anything.
Well, they all knew there wa's a fire,
there wa's the noi'se of the fire engine's
but no one heard a 'scream or a 'struggle.
Well, Mary Bou'sfield's a witne's's.
Talk to her again.
See if 'she remember's anything else.
Friend's and family?
Well, everyone I 'spoke to
wa's very up'set.
There were no enemie's. No motive.
Right, 'so weve got
no phy'sical evidence, no witne's'se's.
No known... No known motive.
Right.
Right, knock on every door again.
Talk to Cathy's friend's again.
- Go through every minute of CCTV again.
- (Sander's belche's)
(Raucou's laughter)
How can you conduct an inquiry like thi's?
Look at you. Look at your de'sk's.
There could be actiors here.
Clean it up and log it in.
I want paperle's's de'sk's.
U'se your birs... See?
U'se your birs... and empty them
at the end of every night.
And who's the office manager here?
(Shout's) Well?
I am, 'sir.
Sort it out, McCormack! It's a di'sgrace!
And havent you...?
Havent you heard of 'shower's?
Or... Or irors?
I mean, where are your tie's?
Where's your tie? Get your feet off!
All right, Ill get one.
It's no bloody 'surpri'se
the potential witne's'se's arent talking!
You dont look profe's'sional
and it 'smells in here!
Get your'selve's organi'sed. Self-di'scipline,
'self-re'spect, deodorant. Go!
(Slam's door 'shut)
Thi's i's what real policemen look like!
Thi's i's what
real policemen 'smell like!
I wouldnt expect you to under'stand.
All your cour'se's,
they may look good on paper,
but they count for nothing here!
Were not paper policemen!
Thi's i's a *** inve'stigation
not a beauty conte'st!
(Exhale's)
I think he's got
ob'se's'sive compulsive di'sorder.
Ive never known a man 'so ob'se's'sed
with cleanline's's in my life.
He mu'st be gay.
(Laugh's)
- Ooh, do you think?
- Ive got gay-dar. I can tell.
- Are you gonna have a 'shower?
- Am I gonna have a 'shower?
Fre'sh a's a dai'sy.
Oh, my God! Ive found him!
Ive found him!
Thi's i's from the camera at Puma Court
ju'st before the ***.
There's the hat.
It look's like a deer'stalker.
- He look's like Sherlock Holme's.
- Or Jack the Ripper.
Oh, 'shut up, you nonce!
(Chandler) What's he wearing under hi's coat?
It's an apron.
(Buchan) You can keep the book,
It'll help you to predict
what the killer will do next,
There are four more deaths to come,
if I'm right,
"The Star's headline read 'Leather Apron, '
"the only name linked
with the Whitechapel murders,
"A noiseless midnight terror,
"The strange character who prowls
about Whitechapel after midnight,
"Universal fear among the women,
"There was a great fire
the night Mary Ann Nichols died
"only streets away from where she had
her throat cut and body mutilated,"
Oh, '***.
Oh!
Are you all here for the world-famou's
Buchars Guided Ripper Tour?
Goodo. Would you all like to 'step in,
plea'se? Save the old voice.
Now, we will be vi'siting
all the 'sight's of the Ripper's ***'s,
a's well a's 'some of hi's regular haunt's.
So I mu'st a'sk if everyone here
i's over 18.
- Are you over 18, young lady?
- Ye's!
(Laugh's) Goodo.
Now, thi's i's a two-hour walk
and it i's not 'suitable for tho'se
of a weak or 'squeami'sh di'spo'sition.
It will be dark, it will be frightening,
and maybe tonight we 'shall 'see
'some of the gho'st's of Whitechapel.
OK, that's £10 per per'son, plea'se.
Thank you, 'sir. Thank you.
Thank you. Thank you.
Bitte 'schön.
Thank you, 'sir. Enjoy the tour.
Were going off-pi'ste tonight.
None of the other tour's
will bring you here.
They dont appreciate it's 'significance.
Thi's pa's'sage,
wa's known a's George Yard,
and it wa's here on a fir'st-floor landing
on the 7th of Augu'st, 1888,
that a terrible di'scovery wa's made.
A woman 'stabbed 39 time's
and left to die.
Her name wa's Martha Tabram
and 'she may have been
the Ripper's fir'st victim.
Some Ripperologi'st's di'scount her
becau'se 'she didnt have
her throat cut nor wa's 'she mutilated.
She's not a Ripper victim, they 'say.
Doe'snt fit the pattern.
Ah... a 'serial killer
doe's not emerge fully formed.
Even he mu'st learn hi's craft
and Jack learned quickly.
Let u's go and vi'sit the place where
he killed hi's fir'st canonical victim,
Mary Ann Nichols.
I think thi's man ha's killed before.
I wanna look for previou's.
In the la'st few month's or 'so.
A *** will overkill.
39 'stab wound's to the tor'so and leg's.
- And thi's i's from where?
- It's an idea.
- 39 'stab wound's i's a 'specific idea.
- Well, it might be nothing.
It i's nothing.
The Ripper's for touri'st's.
I think youre ignoring the po's'sibility that...
- There wa's no *** like that here.
- Sure?
Yeah, of cour'se. It's my job to know.
- Seriou's a's'sault, then, and 'she 'survived.
- You are kidding!
Youve been given a job.
Will you... ju'st do it?
Sir.
Kent, there wa's a fire on Wilt Street
the 'same night a's the ***.
- Will you find out everything you can?
- Ye's, 'sir.
And it's not Father's Day,
youre not the world's greate'st lover and...
What doe's IOFB mean?
I Only Fire Blank's.
(Laugh's) The wife got it for me
after I got the 'snip.
- Get them off.
- (Laughter)
No 'serse of humour,
that's hi's problem.
He dont wanna be one of u's.
He's like a wife who want's
to change all your bad habit's.
You know, the pla'stic copper.
Not a real detective.
Sarge, I think you 'should 'see thi's.
(Kent) Emma Jones, August 7th,
She wa's found with a lump on her head
and 39 'stab wound's.
Did 'she identify her attacker?
She 'said he wa's young,
around 5 9 with dark hair
and 'she reckoned he wa's a 'soldier.
What made her 'say that?
She 'saw tattoo's.
She thought they were regimental.
Which regiment?
Sir, 'she wa's 'stabbed 39 time's.
She couldnt really 'say.
So a *** in a 'school yard
and an attempted *** by a 'squaddie.
- A connection?
- I wanna talk to Emma Jone's.
- She's 'still in ho'spital.
- Kent, come with me.
Ive got to pack thi's in.
Buy a nice wee pub
in the country or 'something.
He doe'snt look well. I hate ho'spitals.
(Cough's)
What do you think i's wrong with him, 'sir?
Excu'se me. Dr Phillip's, plea'se.
Im looking for Dr Phillip's.
Are you 'sure? Maybe I can help you.
Dr Phillip's, plea'se.
He's not here. I think
he 'swapped 'shift's with Dr Cohen.
- Maybe he can help you.
- Thank you.
I didnt treat Emma Jone's
but I am aware of her ca'se.
Doe's thi's account look familiar?
22 'stab wound's to the trunk.
Left lung penetrated in five place's,
the right lung in two.
Heart penetrated once.
Liver penetrated five time's.
Spleen twice
and the 'stomach 'six time's.
The wound on the brea'stbone
made by a long irstrument,
po's'sibly a bayonet.
Well, thi's i's the attack
on Emma Jone's.
It's an attack that happened over 100 year's ago.
(Clear's throat)
Ah, ye's. Heart penetrated once. I 'see.
In Emma Jone's's ca'se,
the knife glanced off the rib's.
The heart wa's not pierced.
- I's that why 'she 'survived?
- Well, that and the ambulance.
- Id like to 'speak to her, plea'se.
- That's not po's'sible.
- She's in intersive care.
- Even 'so.
In a coma. Im 'sorry.
Thank you.
Why would 'someone wanna copy
a 100-year-old ***?
They never caught the Ripper.
Did they come clo'se?
Perhap's but well never know.
The real Jack probably committed 'suicide
'shortly after the la'st ***.
Maybe he plunged into the icy Thame's
taking hi's 'secret's with him.
And we are left with hi's legacy,
the birth of the 'serial killer.
My book. An encyclopaedia of fact's.
All the clue's you need
to 'start your own hunt for Jack.
Will you be the one to find the Ripper?
(Applau'se)
Thank you very much. Oh, thank you.
That wa's very intere'sting.
Thank you. Very good tour.
- Guten Abend.
- Danke 'schön.
Oh, I normally get a few bite's.
I wa'snt on 'song tonight.
Too many Germars in the crowd.
They dont give much back.
I like the Yank's. Great enthu'sia'sm
and they like a 'souvenir.
- Can I have a word?
- Ab'solutely. You can buy me a drink.
So, I 'suppo'se youre the Ripper's bigge'st fan.
I dont think fan i's the right word.
I dont admire what he did.
You 'seem to enjoy
the ***'s, though. All the details.
You pretty much live it every night.
Oh, dear.
I am a performer
for the touri'st horde's, that i's true,
but in my heart Im a detective,
like your fine 'self.
You know what it's like,
the irre'si'stible 'siren call of a my'stery.
The delectable twi'st of a conundrum.
We are 'slave's
to that deliciou's eureka moment
when the 'scale's fall away
and everything i's laid bare.
There's no eureka moment in what I do.
I follow the bloody footprint's
and arre'st the man holding the knife.
But that i's tragic.
To be a detective
and not to have the fire.
So youre more intere'sted
in being a detective than a Ripper?
(Laugh's) Id be a poor mars Ripper.
Only able to di'spatch 'small dog's
and ladie's under five foot.
On the night Cathy Lane wa's killed,
I wa's watching my mother
'sing with the church choir.
I feel a'sleep and di'sturbed everyone
with my 'snoring.
- Can you help me?
- Ye's.
The man who murdered Cathy Lane
will kill again.
OK, thi's i's the pattern.
Emma Jone's,
'stabbed 39 time's, 7th of Augu'st.
Survived. Ju'st.
Martha Tabram, 'stabbed 39 time's,
7th of Augu'st, 1888. Died.
Cathy Lane, throat cut, mutilated,
31'st of Augu'st.
Mary Ann Nichols, throat cut,
mutilated, 31'st of Augu'st, 1888.
The man who attacked and killed the'se women
in 1888 wa's Jack the Ripper.
The man who's attacking the'se women
in 2008 i's hi's bigge'st fan.
We have a copycat.
Oh, here we go again.
Come on! Thi's i's your patch!
You 'should have 'spotted thi's.
You 'should be a'shamed it's taken me to work
out what's been going on under your no'se's.
All right, all right.
- The Ripper only killed pro'stitute's, didnt he?
- That's correct.
Are you 'saying Emma and Cathy
were on the game?
No.
- There's nothing to 'sugge'st they were tom's.
- Good point.
Were they attacked in the 'same place
a's the Ripper's victim's?
Well, no. Tho'se place's no longer exi'st.
The 'slum's were cleared
and the road's were changed.
With the greate'st of re'spect, 'sir,
the'se women were attacked
in unconnected locatiors by different people.
A 'soldier in thi's 20's, about 5 9
and a 40-'something man
wearing a deer'stalker hat.
Different people, different locatiors.
You had a theory but...
Youre new to thi's and it's ea'sy to get
carried away with the hi'story in the area.
Game over.
Right, who's hungry?
I think the killer could be dre's'sing up
to match the hi'storical 'su'spect.
Dre's'sing up? So he's a perv, then?
No. No, no, no.
So that the witne's's de'scriptiors
match what the police had in 1888.
The police look for a 'soldier
after Martha Tabum's death.
The prime 'su'spect with
Emma Jone's's 'stabbing i's a 'soldier.
The prime 'su'spect with Mary Ann Nichols,
a man in a leather apron.
Think about it.
The guy in the CCTV
had an apron under hi's coat.
Skip?
I thought Jack the Ripper had a black bag,
a top hat and walked through 'smog.
I think thatd draw attention
in Brick Lane, dont you?
September the 8th, 1888.
The next victim wa's Annie Chapman.
I think on the 8th of September,
were gonna have a *** on Hanbury Street.
We need to be there to 'stop it.
- Ive heard it all now.
- (Muttering)
Fanta'sy time.
Joe, what youre propo'sing
goe's agairst all procedure's.
You gain nothing by cha'sing bogeymen
and you 'stand to lo'se everything.
- But I can 'see a pattern emerging.
- Youre ambitiou's and that's good.
But I think youre letting
your ambition cloud your judgment.
You want thi's *** to mean 'something
becau'se death 'should be 'significant
but the truth i's mo'st ***'s are banal.
Im not imagining thi's.
Take my advice. Step back a little.
Detach your'self.
(Sigh's)
And if another woman die's?
Then we never had thi's conver'sation.
Thi's i's gonna be a wa'ste of time.
No one's gonna get murdered tonight
by a copycat Jack the Ripper.
So eat up.
If my mother could 'see you know,
do you know what 'shed 'say?
Shed 'say
you 'shouldnt go cha'sing any 'su'spect's
till at lea'st half an hour
after youve fini'shed eating.
Half an hour?
Wed be here all night, mate.
Our hi'storical ***
wont happen till 5am.
I thought I could eat
but you take the bi'scuit.
Come on! Thi's i's a farewell meal
for our good friend DI Chandler.
He gambled and he lo'st.
Thi's i's hi's la'st 'supper...
on experse's!
Can we have more beer's?
When I eat curry, I can 'smell it
on my pit's the next day.
- Do you want one, 'sir?
- Oh, no, thank's.
You 'should.
You look like a copper on an obbo.
What he mears, 'sir,
i's that you need to relax. Blend in.
Try and make it look
like youre on the la'sh.
(Buchan) Nothing remains
at 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
on thi's very night in 1888.
And it wa's a terrible 'sight.
He didnt ju'st cut her throat.
Oh, no.
He tried to cut her head off.
He 'split her open and threw
her inte'stine's over her 'shoulder...
...like a grote'sque 'scarf.
Not much left of poor Annie Chapman.
Ju'st a few 'sad belonging's
at her feet.
Moving on.
Good luck to you, 'sir.
We 'should check him out.
He ju'st 'seem's to know a lot about it.
It's hi's job.
Funny job.
Bloody wa'ste of time, re'source's
and my patience.
I told you nothing would happen.
A's 'soon a's he's 'stood down,
Im having a word with the commander.
Im having a 'sla'sh.
5am, Skip.
That's it for the DI, then.
Not 'so much fa'st-track
a's bu's fare home.
Are you gonna call it, then, 'sir?
I tried, didnt I?
We did 'save a life tonight.
Yeah... Ill put it on my CV.
(Woman 'scream's)
(Screaming)
(Car horn and tyre's 'screech)
(Screaming)
(Sobbing)
- Where i's 'she?
- Number four out the back!
E'stabli'sh the perimeter! Get Dr Llewelyn!
Get Mile's and then follow me!
- DS Mile's, come in. Over.
- Skip!
- Skip, were up!
- Oh, Je'su's!
(Retche's and cough's)
(Buchan) "He took hold of her by the chin
"and then commenced the incision
from left to right,
"An attempt had been made
to separate the bones of the neck,
"The abdomen
had been entirely laid open,
"the intestines lifted out of the body
"and placed by the shoulder
of the corpse,"
(Groars)
It's the Ripper.
- He wa's right, wa'snt he?
- Yeah.
Congratulatiors. You were right.
So all you gotta do now i's 'solve the ursolvable
and catch the mo'st famou's
'serial killer that ever lived.
Good luck.