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Help me, he's going crazy!
Help me!

What do you want
with Jack the Ripper?
I wanna capture him.

You're a reporter.

I'm Nellie Bly.

Why don't you become
Sherlock Holmes and find
Jack the Ripper?

I put an ad
in the London Times
daring him to meet me tonight.

She's meeting me.

Winner take all?

No!

BOGG: We travel through time
to help history along,

give it a push
where it's needed.

Bogg!

BOGG: When the Omni's red,
it means history's wrong.

Our job's to get
everything back on track.

(OMNI dings)

Green light, kid! We did it!

(CLOCK CHIMING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(PLUMMETING)

You okay?

Where'd he go?
Who?

The guy I fell on.

I bounced off him,
turned around,
and he was gone.

Just disappeared.

JEFFREY: Hey, is she okay?

Looks like she fainted. I...

Maybe that guy
that was here...
Where are we?

(BEEPING)
November 19th, London, 1889.

I say, hello there!

Everything all right?

I think the lady
here fainted.

I think she was
attacked or something.

Attacked? By whom?

Well, I really didn't get
a good look at him.

We sort of dropped in
and he just disappeared.

Nonsense.
He had to go somewhere.
Here, hold that please.

She'll be all right.
But I suggest we get
her off the street.

An American woman
reporter has no business
being in this neighborhood.

How do you know
she's an American?
And a reporter?

The cloth of her coat,
naturally.

American coarse wool.
My lamp, please.

She's obviously only
a working woman,

and her clothing
is business-like
and made for hard use.

To be on this street at
this time of night is not
something a tourist would do.

Rather,
someone looking for a story.

She carries
a note pad and pencil,
hence a reporter.

Awesome.

It's elementary, really.

(MOANS)

I've taken
a flat in Baker Street.

I suggest that
we carry her there
and see if we...

You're not
carrying me anywhere.

You see? An American.

That's one out of two.

My dear young lady,
as a doctor of medicine
and a subject of the crown,

I can tell you that
you are in no condition

to be wandering dark streets
frequented by Jack the Ripper.

Jack the Ripper?

Of course, Jack the Ripper.

What do you think
I'm walking around here for,
my health?

Where's my gun?

BOGG: What do you want
with Jack the Ripper?

I want to capture him.

Find out who he is.
Get his story.

You're a reporter.

Two out of two, Bogg.

My boy, it was elementary.

I'm Nellie Bly.

So you're that hotheaded
headline grabber
from New York.

The one who risks
her life to live

through the situations
on which she's reporting.

It's the only way to get
to the bottom of a story.

I seriously doubt that.

And while committing yourself
to an insane asylum...

Or what was it?

Working in a vile
New York sweat shop
may seem romantic to you,

I assure you,
meeting Jack the Ripper would
get you nothing but dead.

I think
that about does it here.

We've had enough
excitement for tonight.

Let us take the young lady
back to my flat.

Oh, I'm not about...

You're still a bit woozy,
Miss Bly.

Who are you?

Dr. Arthur Conan Doyle,
and I can help you
if you'll let me.

It's just a few streets
from here. Shall we?

JEFFREY:
221-B Baker Street.

This is great!

This is just how I
pictured it whenever I read
Sherlock Holmes' adventures.

His adventure. Singular.

I haven't been able
to write for a year.

It would seem
A Study in Scarlet

will be the great
Sherlock Holmes' first and
last foray into the unknown.

No, it can't.

Sherlock Holmes is my favorite
mystery detective.

Mine, too. Why do you think
I come up to London

and set up
a flat like this?

For inspiration?

Of course, for inspiration.

Personally,
I can't stand the clutter.

I had hoped
that by living like Holmes,

I might be able to
break this damnable
writer's block and write him.

Hasn't helped, huh?

On the contrary,
it's worked beautifully.

It has proven without a doubt
that I should give up writing

and concentrate
on what I do best.

Practicing medicine.

Phineas Bogg?
You must be joking.

Why would I do that?

Oh, come on.
You know darn well
that I'm trying

to break Phileas Fogg's
record of around the world
in 80 days.

It's being carried
by all the papers.

Phileas Fogg?

Character in the book
by Jules Verne.

BOGG: Jules Verne?
He traveled around
the world in 80 days.

The French guy?
I met him once.

Pulled him out of
a brawl in Montmartre.

I doubt that.

He's over 60 years old.

Hey, Bogg, do you
think he named
the guy after...

I guess he had to.

Anyway, I'm not getting
anywhere in this bed,

so if you gents
will excuse me...

There now, Miss Bly,

drink this
and try and lie back quietly
for a few moments.

Impossible, of course.

You've plenty of time
to catch your boat

or hot air balloon
or whatever it is
you're traveling in.

Boat. It leaves at midnight,
but I'm not going to be on it.

It doesn't matter anymore.
It was just a stunt
for some worldwide attention.

I'm glad you admit it.

Look, I'm the best
reporter in my country,

but over here,
most of the papers won't
even run my stories.

Maybe it's my pride.

I need to feel appreciated.
I don't know.

But I've always wanted
something that would

make the foreign press
stand up and take notice.

And now I've got it.

And it's not just a stunt,

but something that could
do people some good.

And I've got to get back
out on that street to do it.

Why?

So you can meet up
with Jack the Ripper again?

Of course.
That was my plan.

I was trying to
get him to attack me.

Now I've heard everything.

Perhaps her condition is
worse than I thought.

It may be funny to you,
but I succeeded tonight
in doing

what Scotland Yard
and London's finest couldn't.

Narrowly escaping murder?

Luring the Ripper
out of hiding.

Six murders in six months
and then nothing.
He disappears.

I should think that would
be good riddance and
we should leave it that.

Fine, you leave it.

But if you think
I'm going to pass up
this story, you're crazy.

I'm going to catch him.
How?

By appealing to his pride,
his conceit.

As soon as I got here
yesterday, I put an ad
in the London Times

daring him to meet me tonight
at the scene of his crimes.

Bravo. You succeeded.

Wait a minute, Dr. Doyle,
I think she's onto something.

Tell us all you remember.

So you can steal my story?

No, so we can help you.

You may be able
to lure him out of hiding

but you're
not going to be able
to catch him alone.

Well,

I had just passed
the Cock and Crown Pub,

which I knew was the area

where Ripper is believed
to have spotted his victims.

Big Ben.

I remember
hearing it strike 9:00.

(CLOCK CHIMING)

I turned this corner
into a dark street.

There was mist
under the street lamps.

The street looked empty,

but I had this
peculiar feeling
I wasn't alone.

When I got about halfway,
I thought I heard footsteps
closing in behind me.

I stopped, listened,

no one was there.

I started walking again.

Have you ever
entered a dark room

and had the feeling
you weren't alone?

That someone, something
was in there with you?

That's the way I felt.

I knew there was
something behind me
on that street.

I wanted to scream
but all I could do was go on.

Then I heard them again,
the footsteps.

They were real
and they were closing in.

I stopped,

pulled out the gun and turned.

There was no one.

I felt cold all over.

I turned again
and he grabbed me.

I struggled and fainted.

The next thing I remember

is Mr. Bogg standing over me
with you and the boy.

Did you see
the face of the man
that attacked you?

No.

All I saw was
his black cape

and some kind of
shiny...

Watch with a...

DOYLE: A shiny watch
with a what on it?

Nothing.

There was nothing on it.

(SIGHING)

Dr. Doyle,
would you mind terribly
leaving the room?

I think I would
like to rest.

Of course.

That's the first
sensible thing you've
said all night. Gentlemen?

You feel better, Nellie.
We'll help you
catch that boat.

NELLIE: Thanks.

I'll brew some
tea while we wait.
Great.

Look, the way I see it,
we got two problems.

Jack the Ripper
was never caught.

After his sixth
victim was found

no one ever heard
from him again, right?

JEFFREY: Right.
Right.

So we've got to
get Nellie to forget
this Ripper stuff

and complete
the rest of her trip
like she's supposed to.

JEFFREY: And Doyle's got
to break his writer's block

and get back
to writing Sherlock Holmes.
Yeah.

Nellie ought to be a snap.

All we gotta do is keep
her up here until her
boat leaves and stick her up.

Doyle, now he's
gonna be trouble.

Wrong, Bogg.
What do you mean,
"Wrong, Bogg"?

Doyle's easy.
He's in the apartment.

And where do you
think Nellie is?

Looking for Jack the Ripper.

That stupid girl's gonna
get herself killed.

Do what you can with Doyle.
I'll be back as soon as I can.

Nellie! Nellie!

BOGG: Nellie!

Please, help me.

Help, bobby.

Bobby.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

MAN 1: Looking for
some company?

WOMAN: You're in the
wrong end of town, sweetie.

Oh, alone she is now.

Missy, what can I do
for you this evening?

A bobby. I need a bobby.

I'm a bobby.
Me too, ducky.

MAN 2: We're all bobbies
here, love.

Even me, for a lady.

(ALL LAUGHING)

What do you
want a bobby for?

You can read about it
in the papers tomorrow.

BARTENDER: Isn't she
the feisty one then?

Where I can find one?

Oh, right here.

No, no, no, missy,
it's the truth.

He always
stops in here around 10:00
for a smoke and a pitch.

He should be here
in 10 minutes.

Nellie!

Hi. Excuse me.

Nellie, didn't you
hear me calling you?

Why'd you duck out like that?
I said I wanted to help you.

Well, if you
really wanna to help me,
you can buy me a cider.

Are you kidding?

We're not staying here.
Yes, I am!

Hey, if the lady wants
to stay she can stay.

And she don't
need your company.

The lady's with me,
all right?

(MEN LAUGHING)

DOYLE:
That girl! In such a hurry.

Didn't even say goodbye.

I wonder what her rush was.

Off to get her story,
I suppose.

I can't say I don't
envy her a bit.

It would be wonderful
to have the urge
to pick up a pen.

(SIGHING)

All this inspiration
and nothing in here.

Had to have been
something in there
to create Sherlock.

Oh, there was originally.

But I'll tell you,
it's almost as if
he demanded to be written.

Demanded?

During the process
of creating him,

the images came
so hard and fast

it was all I could
do to get them
down on paper.

I began to feel
he was almost impatient
with my slowness.

"Come on,"
he seemed to be saying.
"I've got things to do."

There.
Perhaps that's my problem.

I'm talking about Holmes
as if he were a living,
breathing person.

He always has been for me.

Me, too, I'm afraid.

It's as if I've
created a character

more intelligent
and alive than myself.

I'll tell you,
he terrifies me.

He scares you?

Intimidates is more the word.
Yes.

He intimidates me terribly.

But that's silly.

I mean,
he came from your mind.

You created him.

But every time
I try to write,

I feel him
breathing down my neck.

I end up thinking,
"Sherlock, what would
you say?

"Sherlock,
is this too easy for you?

"Sherlock,
is that case worthy?"

But you are Sherlock.

I mean, he is a part of you.

Look, I saw you
collecting clues tonight
at the scene

after Nellie was attacked.

Isn't that something
Sherlock would do?

I suppose.

We do both have
a curious nature.

You have a curious nature.

You gave it to him.

I try to believe that,

but he just overwhelms me.

Then let him.

What?

Let him overwhelm you.

I mean, we've got
a perfectly good case
right here in front of us.

Worthy of him.

Why don't we bring
the Sherlock out in you?

Why don't you
become Sherlock Holmes
and find Jack the Ripper?

Look, Nellie, what if I
told you I knew for sure
you'll never find the Ripper?

I'd say you were lying.

In fact,
he could be in this pub right
now for all we know.

That's a pretty good reason
for us to get out of here,
don't you think?

No. That's exactly
why I have to stay.

Of course.

DRAKE:
The evidence that I produced
proves that Phineas Bogg

has purposely disobeyed
all rules and regulations
of the voyager code.

BOGG: Your evidence
isn't true, drake.

He's the kind of voyager
that weakens our ranks
and is guilty as charged.

Look, Drake...

Drake, that's
just one more lie.

Voyager Drake
has managed to make
a career out of it.

I do hope defense
council understands

that she will be held
responsible for these
accusations.

I'll be proud to.

JUDGE:
These pages are a record
of the prosecution's habit

of falsely filing documents

and tampering with the Omni
memory recorder in order to
convict innocent voyagers.

Why, Drake?

Why? Because it
had to be done
for the cause.

The only cause
you ever served
was your own.

And why would you be
foolish enough to keep
this incriminating evidence?

One day those words will
vindicate me and all the
work that I've tried to do.

The future shall
judge me as a hero.

Until then,

you'll deal with the judgments
of this tribunal,

and they shall be harsh.

This court has
no hold on me.

Bailiff, stop that man.

Hey, wait a minute,
you're not going anywhere.

Stop him.

DOYLE: I say, Watson,
this is interesting.
Come, have a look.

What do you see?

JEFFREY: Dirt.

Dirt now, previously mud.

To be precise,
clay-based mud.

The type found
on the threshold
of the Cock and Crown

where the pavement's
been torn up.

Is that where you got it?

Why would I do that?

I scraped it from
the footprints found
at the scene of the crime.

It means our man
left the Cock and Crown just
before attacking Miss Bly.

But how can you be sure
that the footprints were his?

There were no prints
other than the victim's,
yours and Mr. Bogg's.

The fact that the attacker's
prints only lead to the crime

and Mr. Bogg's
only lead away from it,

I have not yet
been able to deduce.

When you came upon Miss Bly,
did you notice anything?

Not really.
It was pretty dark.
Pity.

Also extraordinary were
the samples found

from both yours
and Mr. Bogg's prints.

Yeah? Why?
Sand.

Sand totally
alien to England,

to this part of the globe.

Yes, I'd place it
somewhere in the northeastern
segment of the Sahara.

I'm afraid it's
got me stumped.

Well, he...
No, no, no, don't tell me.
I'll get it eventually.

I doubt it.

What about this?
Oh, careful, dear Watson,
careful.

One must be careful
with the evidence.

Obliterating even
the tiniest impression

could destroy
vital information.

Fascinating, eh, Watson?

Fascinating.

A gentleman,
by the look of this.

And one who carries
a very sharp knife.

You got that from this?

It's quite elementary.

Here, look again.

See this indentation?
Mmm-hmm.

It's from a holder

further augmented
by the fact there are
no teeth impressions.

The affectation
of a gentleman,
perhaps a bit of a fop.

Notice the clean slice.

It was nipped
with a well-honed blade.
Not a penknife.

No, something fine,
a professional instrument.

A scalpel, maybe.

The doctor in you, Watson.

So it's all falling
into place, then.

Our gentleman took
Miss Bly up on her challenge,

had a leisurely smoke
at the Cock and Crown,

and once she passed the pub,
left in pursuit.

A cold-blooded man
I'd say,

continued to smoke
during the attempt
on the young girl's life.

Fantastic.

Elementary, Watson.

And now for a closer look
at those odd shoes of yours.

(CLOCK CHIMING)

Now, I better move on.

It's been over 20 minutes.

That's 20 minutes too long.
Now let's get out of here...

You said he'd be here in 10.

Oh, it ain't my fault, missy.
Who'd be here?

Sometimes when
he's running behind
he passes us by.

Moves on up
to the Boar's Head
on Bleecker.

Now who's he talking about,
Nellie?

You meeting somebody here?

That's right, mate.
She's meeting me.

Watch it, Alf.
He's a big one.

For one.

But not for all of us.

I've a feeling
we shouldn't have
stopped for cider.

Winner take all?

MAN: Get him, boys!

BOGG: Nellie!

Police!

Bobby!

MAN: Someone calling?

NELLIE: Help me, please!

He's in the pub, hurry.

Who is, miss?

Hold it right there, gents!

Great timing, Nellie.

All right, miss.
Which one is he?

There! That one.

The one in the middle.

That man is Jack the Ripper.

All right. Get him out.

We'll be going
upstairs with the bloke.

I say, Watson, the deeper
I delve, the more baffling
these shoes become.

Why, this is
a piece of quartz.

The variety of which,
I believe, is found only

in the most remote reaches
of the South American jungle.

A sequoia pine needle.

My boy, you do get around!
How?

Well, you see...

No, no, no, don't tell me,
don't tell me.
I'll get it. I'II...

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

OFFICER: Open up.
Scotland Yard.

Bogg.

I say, what's going on here?

This young lady here
accuses this gentleman
of being Jack the Ripper.

What?
Can you believe this?

Nellie, I was just...
Don't play innocent.

You attacked me once tonight.

And when I left this
apartment you followed me
to the Cock and Crown

to finish me off.

I was trying to help you.

To my grave.

You were afraid
I'd turn you in and I have.

Nellie Bly has taken
Jack the Ripper

off the streets for good.

Oh, boy.

Inspector Lestrod,

Miss Bly here tells me
you two gentlemen

were at the scene
of the crime

and might be able to provide
some corroborative evidence.

And he was very anxious
to see you.

That's because
he's innocent.

The boy is right,
Inspector.

This is not your man.

And may I ask
your name, sir?
Doyle.

Dr. Arthur Conan Doyle.
Doyle?

He's a writer.
He wrote A Study...

A Study in Scarlet.
Yes, I know that book.

That made Scotland Yard
look like a bunch of ninnies.

Which is precisely
the way they will look

if you insist on
convincing an innocent man.

Well, since the facts
prove his guilt,

you must be
basing your judgment
solely on appearances.

I am.

Well, appearances
can be deceptive.

On the contrary.

It is often the
observation of the outside
which provides the solution.

For example, Inspector,
I see by your hat
that you are a bachelor,

your parents are alive,
that your mother is
a generous woman

and your father is
a wealthy self-made man.
Am I accurate?

Completely.

All right, how
did you do that?

Elementary, really.

Your hat has
a fine layer of dust on it.
House dust.

Of the type that a wife
would routinely brush
off for her husband.

A bachelor.

The hat is also of
a quality far above
the rest of your clothing.

Why? Watson?

It's a gift.
Must be a gift.

Very good. From whom?

Only someone's mom
would give him a hat.

Christmas.
So impractical, mum.

(CHUCKLING)

Hey, Watson, not bad.

All right, then,
all right. Just get on.

Tell us, how do you know
my parents are still alive?

And that my father
was a wealthy,
self-made man?

Simple matter of deduction,
my good man.

Were your parents dead,
you would have inherited
some of that wealth

which was able to
afford a hat like that.

The rest of your attire
would be of equal quality.

That your father is
a self-made man is obvious.

There are only two reasons
for a man to withhold
his wealth from his son.

Watson?

One reason is
they didn't like him.

But I don't think
that's it.

Because if they didn't
like him, they wouldn't
have given him the hat.

Correct.

Which leads us
to the final reason
and deduction

that Inspector Lestrod's
father believes hard work

is the only way to wealth.
The way he acquired his.

Bravo, Doctor, bravo.

Very amusing.

But then we're not
here to try me, are we?

No. We came here
for Jack the Ripper.

Well, don't look at me.

I'd like to get
to the bottom of this, too.

And we shall.

Inspector, allow me
to present the evidence which
shows Mr. Bogg's innocence.

Watson, the cigar.

There you go.
Thank you.

This was found at
the scene of the crime.

The people I came
upon didn't smoke.

Well, Miss Bly doesn't smoke
and young Jeffrey
doesn't smoke,

but he could.
But he doesn't.

(SNIFFING) Smoke free.

(SNIFFING)

No nicotine stains
on the hands
and smile, Mr. Bogg.

Clean, white teeth.
This man does not smoke.

The cigar could've been
dropped earlier this evening
by someone else.

I doubt it.
The cigar was still smoking.

The dampness of the street
would have doused a cigar
very quickly.

No.

I believe it was held
by Miss Bly's attacker.

Let us see if
we can prove this further.

Mr. Bogg, Miss Bly.

What is it?

We are going to
reenact the attack.

Wonderful.

Your gun, Miss Bly.

Here Mr. Bogg, hold this.

Now, Miss Bly,
how close was
your attacker

when you turned around
with your gun?

Just a few feet away.

He was
practically on top of me.

Oh, come on, will you give
Doyle and me a chance?

When she turns around,
grab her.

Place one hand on the gun,
the other on her neck.

That correct, Miss Bly?

That's right.
He took the gun away.

Very well, my dear,
you may begin.

Hold it!

NELLIE: What does this prove?

If he's doing what
I think he is doing

it could prove
the attacker was
smoking that cigar.

I understand
why you want the Ripper

but I can't understand
why you want it to be me.

Come here, Inspector.

There!

A burn. Where the ember
knocked the sleeve.

I see that. So?
It's just been made.

Would you remove your hand,
please, Mr. Bogg?

BOGG: But that mark wasn't.

It was made
earlier this evening
by Miss Bly's attacker.

A smoker
and someone four inches
shorter than Mr. Bogg.

That man is also in possession
of Miss Bly's pistol.

If you search Mr. Bogg,
Inspector,

I will assure you,
you will find not a thing.

Admit it, Nellie,
you were wrong about me.

One cigar burn doesn't
prove you're innocent.

You could have dropped
the gun anywhere.

And what about
the other evidence?

What about that
thing on your belt?

BOGG: This?
She saw that
on her attacker, Mr. Bogg.

Can I see it?

Please be careful with it,
would you?
It's my grandfather's.

The V. I saw a flash
of silver and that V.

And then I fainted.

INSPECTOR: V? Like
you saw on this one?
Yes.

And the cape.

The attacker wore a cape
just like his.

Wait a minute,
this cape is not mine.

Look, the clasp broke
when I grabbed him.

Could be, Mr. Bogg.

But can you tell me
why there was only

one set of footprints
leading to the crime and then
again just one set leaving?

And can you explain
how you just appeared,

and how your attacker
just disappeared?

Doctor?

I'm afraid
the only person with that
answer is Mr. Bogg.

What if I told you
that device can make you
appear and disappear?

It sounds mad,
but it would explain it.

It is mad.
Utter nonsense.

Take him to the Yard.

JEFFREY: No, you can't,
he's not the Ripper.

And you, son,

I'd like you to come along
with me. I think I'd like
to question you some more.

No! He's innocent. No.

WOMAN: They say
it's Jack the Ripper.

That's right.
He's in there.

I heard one of
the bobbies say it.

The gallows is
too good for him.

Well,
I'd like to see him swing.

Yes! String him up!

String him up!
String him up!

Hang him!

To the graveyard with him!

Don't worry, Watson.
I'll think of something.

Right.

Give it that
old Sherlock try.

LESTROD:
Come on, son, get inside.

Tomorrow morning
the papers will proclaim,

"The Streets Are Safe Again."

How can you be so sure?

I thought
we just proved that.

What we proved was
that most of your evidence
was circumstantial.

I couldn't explain
one or two things.

Pretty big things.

You know, I remember
reading about you,
Nellie Bly.

About how you exposed
the terrible treatment
of the mentally ill,

and about your stories
ending the awful abuse

of the kids working in
the factory sweat shops.
Wait a minute.

The thing that
impressed me
most about you,

the thing I really,
really respected

was how you got to
the bottom of your stories.

How you dug your facts up.

How you'd go to any length
to expose the truth.

Now that Nellie Bly
was a good reporter.

A great reporter.
I admired her.

And this Nellie Bly?

This one's stunting.

Going for the obvious,
for what's fast and easy.

For what'll grab
the headlines, huh?

She says she's out
to serve the public,

but she's really
just out to serve herself.

And I really am sorry.

Oh, I'm not Jack the Ripper,
Nellie.

But he's out there.

You ought to be
more careful.

Take care of her, Doc.

(CROWD CLAMORING)

Straight to the Yard.

(CLOCK CHIMING)

Well, Miss Bly,
it's a quarter past eleven.

In one night you've
done what Scotland Yard

and the entire London
police force couldn't
accomplish in a year.

You captured Jack the Ripper.

Have I?

Or was it just a stunt?

Well, you seem to have
convinced Inspector Lestrod.

Your boat leaves
in 45 minutes.
Shall I escort you?

Yes.

But not to my boat.
Then where?

To the Cock and Crown.

(MAN YELLING)

I don't understand it.

How could she
have seen the Omni
before she passed out?

DRAKE: Phineas Bogg.

It's been a long time
since we met last.

BOGG: I could've gone
a few more centuries
without seeing you, drake.

A lot has changed
around here.

Yeah.

It looks like
a new Omni.
Model 3-1650,

silver case,
open-time calibration,
state-of-the-art.

JEFFREY: Bogg?

Bogg?

You okay, Bogg?

Another Omni.

What?

The guy I landed
on just disappeared
into thin air, right?

Yeah.

What if he used an Omni?

But Nellie said
she saw a flash of silver.

That's right.

And the only person I know
that has a silver Omni...

Is Drake.

DRIVER:
Get up there! Go on!

DOYLE:
We'd better hurry, Nellie.
Bogg is right.

These streets are
particularly dangerous
for you and me.

DRIVER: Hurry up,
get on now!

What's Drake doing here?
You don't think he could
be the Ripper?

No, that's not his style.

But fouling up
history for revenge is.

So that's why
he's after Nellie.

To make sure
she wouldn't complete
her trip.

Yeah, and he wound up
with me as a bonus.

And if I got to Nellie
like I think I did,

she's on her way to
the Cock and Crown.

Start screaming.
What?

I gotta get to Drake
before he gets to Nellie.

Start screaming like I'm
beating you or something.

Help!

Help me, he's going crazy!
Help me!

Louder, keep it up!

JEFFREY: Ow! He's hitting me,
help me!

Whoa.

Inspector, Inspector,
the boy's yelling
his head off in there.

What the devil's going on?

All right, son!
Well, open it!

JEFFREY: Help me,
he's hurting me, help!

Go, Bogg!

Go after him!

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

Get after him!
Yes, sir.

MAN: Hurry up now.

Hurry up!
Come on!

I have that feeling again.
Someone's behind us.

DOYLE: There's no one there.

No, stop.

I could have sworn.

No, you're right.
There is someone back there.

Hurry, Nellie, run!

Hurry, Nellie,
up to your left.

DOYLE: There he is.

I see him!

Here. Up here.

Nellie!

Nellie!

Wrong alley, Miss Bly,
Dr. Doyle.

This one's a dead end.

Come out, Miss Bly.

I'm only trying to
return your gun.
Don't you believe me?

He's up there,
off to the right!

DRAKE: You know, Miss Bly,
I can't believe my luck.

Nellie Bly,
Arthur Conan Doyle
and Phineas Bogg.

Three birds with one stone.

Now don't misunderstand me.

I'm not your Jack the Ripper.

My life is dedicated
to ruining history,
not people.

You, Miss Bly, were
just a piece of history
to obliterate.

Nellie!

But when my friend
Bogg showed up,
the stakes changed.

There you are.

Now where is
the good doctor?

Here!

NELLIE: No! Don't!

Help! Someone help!

Now, you get your gun.

No!

Oh, no, Bogg.
It's not that easy.

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

Hold it there!
That's quite enough,
Mr. Bogg!

Thought you'd
come back and finish
Nellie off, did you?

Bogg!

On the contrary, Inspector,
Mr. Bogg saved Miss Bly.

Is that true?

Yes. Yes, it is.

But there's only you
and Doyle in this alley.

Who did he save you from?

From the man
who attacked me
earlier tonight.

The one I mistook
for Mr. Bogg.

Well, where is he?

I can only report
what I saw, Inspector.

And what I saw

was a man who disappeared.

DOYLE: There! I've got it!

Sahara sand,
South American quartz,
sequoia needle.

There's only one way
you could have picked up
all these on this shoe.

How?

A visit to the Royal
Zoological Gardens.

Correct, Watson?

You amaze me, Sherlock.

Forget, Sherlock.

That came out
of Doyle's head.

That pipe-smoking aristocrat's

never going to get
the best of me again.

For the last time, Nellie,
the answer is no.

A short interview is
all I'm asking.

Now, I saw that man
touch his device
and disappear.

You've got one,
that means you
can disappear.

Nellie, there you go
telling stories again.

Have you ever
seen me disappear?

Who are you?
What do you do?

Look, Lestrod was
able to delay
your boat an hour.

If you don't leave now,
you could blow
the whole record.

You're not going
to tell me, are you?

No.

After all we've
been through,

you'd deny me
an exclusive?

Absolutely.

Then can I do one thing?
That depends.

That you can do.

Thanks for
keeping me in line.

Ambition's fine,

as long as it
doesn't get in the way
of reporting.

Hear, hear.

Thank you, Doctor. Jeffrey.

Bon voyage, Nellie.

Say hi to Jules for me.

Dr. Doyle,
can I make you some tea?

(DINGS)
Maybe help you out

with some of
the Watson stuff?

Hey, come back
in a month or so.

You can be
the first to read it.

Forget it.
Huh?

I already have.

JEFFREY: If you wanna
learn more about
Arthur Conan doyle

or the Sherlock Holmes
stories,

Nellie Bly
or Jack the Ripper,

take a voyage
down to your public library.

It's all in books!