All language subtitles for Murder by Decree (1979).eng

There seems to be
an excessive delay, Watson.

Waiting for the prince.
They can't begin until he arrives.

- You know that.
- “Punctuality," my dear fellow. Punctuality.

“The politeness of kings."
Yes, yes, yes, yes.

He seems to take a delight
in keeping his subjects waiting.

I suppose, since after all
he's only the Prince of Wales,

we should not expect
the same degree of courtesy.

And since you're only
the “Prince of Detectives”, Holmes,

I don't think you should
presume to criticize a man,

who one day will be
the King of England.

Well done, Watson.
You've cut me to the quick.

Only the “Prince of Detectives”, you say?
Then pray tell me, who is the “King”?

Lestrade, of course.

Good God.
Insulting the Prince.

- More respect is wanted.
- If the Prince wants more respect,

he should conduct his affairs
with more discretion.

It's a damned disgrace.

On the contrary.
I prefer bad manners in the theater,

to acts of violence
in the streets.

Hmph.

God save his Royal Highness!

God save his Royal Highness!

Save his Royal Highness!

Well done, old fella.

You saved the day.

Oh.
Flower.

Murder in Whitechapel!
Murder in Whitechapel!

Whitechapel butcher
strikes again!

- Read all about it! Read all about it!
- There you are, sir.

What are the police doing about it?

Cabby!
I say, cabby!

Whitechapel butcher
strikes again!

Brutal murder
investigated!

Baker Street.
221 B.

Don't you think we should hire
a closed carriage from now on, Holmes?

Oh, I don't know. It's quite
invigorating. Stirs the blood.

Nobody uses an open carriage
in October, at night.

- I do.
- Spoken with the utmost humility, my dear Holmes.

- This makes three.
- Three?

These women murdered
in Whitechapel.

There was that Annie Chapman,
you remember?

- And then there was Polly...
- Nichols.

Polly Nichols, that's right. And now
here's a third, as yet unidentified.

Well, there's not much chance
to study the evidence, old man.

Nobody's asked me.

Police don't know
which way to turn.

Normally, they come to you
when they're in difficulties.

Why haven't they done so
in this case, huh?

Answer that and you'll resolve
the question which I must confess,

does cause me some concern.

Yes, I'm sure it does.

- Yes, I see them, Watson.
- What the devil?

Whoever they may be, they have us at
a grave disadvantage here in the street.

Mm.

- Not yet, Watson!
- Hmm?

Let's just see what we can
before we advertise our arrival.

Who are they?
What are they doing out there?

Is this some new case of yours
you haven't told me about?

Regrettably, no. At the moment I'm singularly unemployed,
as you can hardly fail to have noticed.

How many of them?
Can you see?

Five, at least.
More, perhaps.

Well, well.
We shall know soon enough.

- Shall I go, or will you?
- No, no, you stay here.

They can't possibly have
any business with me.

- Not old friends of yours, Watson?
- What?

No outraged husbands, I hope?

- Very funny.
- Well, hurry up old fellow, before they wake the house!

- Yes?
- Beggin’ your pardon, sir. Is it Mr. Holmes?

- No, it is not.
- Oh. Might I have a word with Mr. Holmes?

- At this hour of the night? Ridiculous.
- Show them up, old fellow.

We can make an exception
in an emergency.

All right, come in.
Come in.

Ah.
Well, how may I help you?

We're all members of the Citizen's
Committee, sir, the three of us here.

I'm Mr. Makins,
this is Mr. Lanier, Mr. Cowe.

Oh. Shall the other gentlemen join us,
or will they wait outside?

Yeah, you're right, sir.

- There are others.
- Yes, I could hardly fail to notice.

Oh, sorry, sir,
if we give you a bit of a fright.

Trouble is, we didn't know
how to approach you, sir.

You know, I mean, with you bein’
a famous gentleman and suchlike.

I see.
I see.

What is the purpose of
your Citizen's Committee?

Well, we want this bloke
stopped with his killing.

- We want him stopped and brought to justice.
- If it was the West End,

the police would have him
shut away by now.

If it was rich women took
his fancy in their palaces,

and not poor women
forced on the streets...

Look, I'll be straight
with you, Mr. Holmes.

We've all got shops down in Whitechapel.
Well, it’s all right if you're on the main road.

But if you ain't, well, no one goes off the
main road. Not day nor night, they don't.

Well, to be honest with you,
trade's fallin' off something terrible.

Yes. I can well imagine that
people may be a trifle discouraged.

- It's bloody awful, sir.
- We might as well shut up shop until

- this bloke's caught and put away.
- Which is never, if we wait for the police.

It strikes me, sir, they'd be glad
of all the help you could give 'em.

- I'd have to agree with you, Mr. Makins.
- Yes, well...

Um, I shall think it over.

It's like you said yourself, sir.
It is an emergency.

Watson, umm...
Would you see the gentlemen out, please?

Sir, when can
we expect to hear?

U-uh, soon. Soon.
Oh, i-in the meantime, would you leave

an address where you can be reached
with the good doctor? Thank you.

- You will try to persuade him, won't you, sir?
- I'll do my best.

If anyone can put a stop
to these atrocious crimes,

that man is Sherlock Holmes.

It strikes me as rather odd
that these merchant chaps

seemed so reluctant
to advertise themselves.

You seem strangely
disinterested, Holmes.

- Almost rude, if I may say so.
- Oh, not rude, surely.

Well, old chap...

What shall we do?
Shall we take up the chase?

I don't see that we have any choice.
They've put their trust in you.

Good, honest fellows.

Good, honest fellows?
Hmm. That may be.

The ground will
yield little tonight.

We'll make a start
in the morning.

Holmes…

I wish you'd refrain from cleaning your
pipe out with my hypodermic needles.

Yes, thank you, Watson.

- ‘Ello, dearie!
- Hands off.

- What'd you do that for?
- Whore.

Girl's got to earn
a living, ain't she?

What'd you do that for, then?
You rotten bleeder!

I didn't do you
no ‘arm, did I?

Whoa, there.
Whoa.

- Are you alone?
- Yes. Yes!

Come. It's not safe
on the streets.

Oh, God bless ya!

Giddap!

Wake up, old fellow.

There's a cab waiting.
The game's afoot.

- No time to lose.
- What is it, Holmes?

An anonymous message
advising us of another murder.

Watson.

Stir yourself.
There is indeed some urgency.

Watson?

What?
Okay. Oh.

Two in one night.
This is getting ridiculous.

Sherlock Holmes is here.

Sherlock Holmes.
What, here?

- I was wondering when we'd see you on the case.
- Full time.

Oh, Mr. Holmes.
Inspector Foxborough.

Inspector.
My associate, Dr. Watson.

- How do you do, sir.
- Well, Lestrade.

It appears you are having some
difficulty with this fellow?

Well, if I didn’t know it was an obvious mystery, I might be inclined
to believe some of the stories they're tellin' about this bloke.

- What stories?
- People says he's in league with the Devil.

- Appears, disappears at will.
- Ah, when people are frightened, they turn to God,

- when they have no help from him, they look to the Devil.
- Oh, nothing I believe.

You're a medical man, Dr. Watson,
so I don't have to warn you.

Just the same, perhaps
you should prepare yourself

for something that you
may not have seen before.

When you found the body, it was
in this posture, just as it is now?

- Yes, sir.
- And the internal organs?

- For God's sake, Holmes.
- In just this fashion?

- Yes.
- Must you dwell on the beastly matter?

- Lestrade, you saw the other body?
- Yes, Mr. Holmes.

- Was she mutilated in the same way?
- Her throat was cut.

- Is that all?
- Ugh, surely...

It seems like he was disturbed,
almost caught him at it.

Stand by, men. Come on, now.
Move along.

What the devil are you doing here, Holmes?
Who asked you to come meddling in police matters?

Who's responsible? Foxborough, did you
ask this man? Lestrade?

- No, sir.
- I naturally assumed Mr. Holmes was here at your invitation.

He's not. I've no use for
his sort of bloody amateur.

“Consulting Detective."
Get him out of here!

No need to disturb yourself further, Sir Charles.
I don't wish to cause dissension.

Come along, Watson.

- Who is that fellow, Holmes?
- Sir Charles Warren.

- New head boy, Scotland Yard.
- Oh, yes, I remember.

Damn fool. Last year,
those riots in Trafalgar Square.

Exactly. "Bloody Sunday,"
the papers called it.

He was every bit as responsible
as the radicals, in my opinion.

- Why does he have to be so deliberately abusive?
- At the moment, my dear fellow,

there is something more
important which concerns us,

if you can restrain
your indignation.

Shan't say another word.

"The Juwes are not...

the men that will be...
blamed for nothing."

“The Juwes..."
Bloody hell.

Very well then. Get a report out
and see me back at The Yard.

- This is important evidence!
- I’m telling you, no!

- Can’t you leave it just for an hour?
- In an hour, there'll be a hundred people passing through here.

More. If those words are seen,
we have a riot on our hands!

Any Jew that the mob can get their hands on
will be slaughtered in the streets.

- With respect, Sir Charles. Can't we just cover up the words?
- No!

- Just the first line...
- The one word "Juwes." Isn't that enough?

I'm not standing here and arguing with you.
I want these words taken out!

- There! Right here! Now maybe I'm damned.
- You've not left a word.

The commissioner of police
rubbing out bloody words in London!

These damned newspapers.

They have the whole city
in a blind state of panic.

Last night, when we were examining the body
of the unfortunate Catherine Eddowes...

Mm. Don't remind me
of that, old chap.

- Did you notice a woman in the crowd?
- I noticed dozens of women.

Well, yes, I would expect
that of you, Watson.

But one particular woman.

- Watson?
- Yes.

Listen, Watson,
what are you doing?

I'm trying to corner
the last pea on my plate.

- What's that object you're fooling around with?
- Oh, nothing. Yet.

- Oh.
- But, uh, as I was saying...

- about the woman.
- I don't know how you can worry about some woman in a crowd,

when you're supposed to be
conducting an investigation.

Ye... But there was a singularly
haunting quality about her.

Like some wild creature,
cornered.

You squashed my pea.

- Now you've got it cornered.
- Yeah, but squashing your fellow's pea...

Hmm, just trying to help.

I didn't want it squashed.
I don't like it that way, squashed.

I like it whole.

So that you can feel it pop
when you’re biting down on it.

Well, I'm sorry.
I wasn't thinking.

I'll get the door,
old fellow.

A telegram for you, Mr. Holmes.
The boy didn't wait for an answer.

- Ah, well, thank you, Mrs. Hudson. And good night.
- Good night, sir.

Ah, more from our
anonymous adviser.

He invites us to meet him

- at the Elizabeth wharf.
- Oh, really?

No good.

No one here.

Hmm.

You see?
Just some damn sort of hoax.

Our informant seems strangely
reluctant to reveal himself.

I couldn't commit this
to a telegram, Mr. Holmes.

Where are you?

It's too dangerous
for the man involved.

Ah, there.
In the boat, underneath us.

Dangerous for you,
too, I surmise.

If you want to know more about
the ripper murders, I refer you

- to Robert James Lees.
- Where can I find this Lees?

He's pulling your leg, Holmes.

Robert James Lees,
The Elms, Riverside Way.

There's more, Mr. Holmes.

Anyone there?

Anybody there?

Watson?

Watson!

Saw him, eh?
Recognize the fellow?

- No, but the voice was familiar.
- Huh?

There's a quality in it
I seem to know.

What about this fellow he mentioned, Lees?
Know him?

Yes, I believe I do.
He has some reputation as a medium.

- Good God!
- Difficult to see how he might be involved.

- And that's all he had to say.
- No.

- He said something extraordinary.
- Oh?

A fascinating piece of
evidence has been discovered.

We must not lose a moment,
if we’re to take advantage of it.

‘Ere, what are you doing?
Who are you?

- I mean, you have no business bein’ here.
- Sherlock Holmes, my good man.

- Oh, yeah?
- And my associate, Dr. Watson.

I don't give a cuss. You may be on
him and off him. Is this Sherlock Holmes?

Just you get yourself off and out of here,
Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

This is private property. And you
along with him, Dr. Bleedin' Watson!

I see you two
skulkin' about!

- I think I should call the police, you know?
- Don't do that, old man.

Well, get goin’ then!
Get off!

Why'd the fellow have to
hide himself like that?

And why pass a message
in such a ridiculous manner?

It would suggest he didn't
wish to be seen talking to us.

- Nobody there to see him.
- Ah, but there was.

Well, it's news to me.

As a matter of fact,
they've been watching us

ever since we took up the case.

- They're watching us at this very moment.
- Really?

Nobody out there.

Oh, naturally, old man,
he's not going to show himself.

But, as a precaution,
we will leave through the garden.

If things are getting dangerous,
I don't like you to go unarmed, Holmes.

I know you don't like carrying pistols,
but just for safety...

Well, I'm not entirely
unarmed, old chap.

It's, um, very effective.

Ancient Indian device.

Used by a cult
of ferocious assassins.

Oh, the thuggee.
Yes, that is one of their tricks.

I did serve in India, you know.

Of course you did, old chum.

What is it you hope to find?

- Or shouldn't I ask?
- Give me a moment, dear fellow.

Someone…
Someone has been here before us.

Someone who doesn't want
anyone to see the message.

- Ah yes, here, I think.
- I don't see anything.

Give me...
Give me the bottle, Watson.

- And the brush.
- Mm-Hmm.

And, uh, hold
the lantern steady.

What is it that we're supposed to...
Oh!

Now, quickly, Watson.
Take this down.

Before the plaster
absorbs the liquid.

Uh-huh.
Uh-huh.

- There.
- “The... Juwes?"

- “Are not the men that will be blamed for nothing."
- Very well.

Well, there's the words,
exactly as written.

- And the spelling?
- Yes, it's very odd, isn't it?

- What do you think it is? Hebrew, you think?
- Oh, I think not.

- It means Jews.
- How are we to understand it, then?

"Jews are responsible
for the crimes."

- And?
- And they're not gonna get caught.

Written by whom?

- Not the murderer, surely.
- Whoever wrote this message,

may have seen the murderer.

You're invaluable to me, Watson.

With your instinctive
grasp for the obvious.

But why didn't he go to the police?
Why did he write this ridiculous message?

Ah, because a man might use
these crimes for his own purposes.

Imagine a more malign
influence at work.

“For his own purposes?"
I'm not with you.

I shall smoke a pipe or two
before I retire.

Very well.
I'll keep you company.

No, no.
No, old chap.

We are grappling
with a dark intention,

and I have a sense of
some vague outline.

No, thank you.
I would prefer my own company tonight.

Well, of course.

If you feel it's not wanted.

Early in the morning,
old fellow,

we have a pressing need
to meet with Robert Lees.

I understand you know something
of the Whitechapel murders.

I have seen the man
known as Jack the Ripper.

Good God!

I was sitting here,

reading, when I was overwhelmed
with an intuition of a man,

and a young woman.

- But did you not go to the police?
- Yes.

And they treated him
as a raving lunatic.

It is an experience outside their own,
something they cannot allow themselves to accept.

Do you accept it?

I have been witness
to much stranger events.

Well, the following evening,
just such a murder took place.

- The woman's name was Annie Chapman.
- Stuff!

I have seen him again,
Mr. Holmes.

- Another vision?
- No.

No, this time in person.

Strange story indeed.

But you've seen more of this man,
have you not?

Madam, I'm sorry.

Excuse me, ma'am. Mr. Holmes,
Sir Charles would like to see you at once.

He was most insistent.

I apologize for the interruption, ma'am.
I had no choice.

Well, thank you both
for your hospitality.

I know we shall meet again.

Good Lord.
It's Makins!

- You recognize this man, Holmes?
- Yes, I do.

You won't deny
you were in his employ.

I'm in my own employ, sir.

This man, and others,
inquired after my services.

- I have given them no reply as yet.
- Don't play games with me, Holmes!

You're running with the foxes.

And you know their
colors full well.

If I take correctly the meaning of
your colorful metaphor, Sir Charles,

yes, I am aware that Makins was a radical,
or revolutionary, to be exact.

- I say, Holmes.
- So! You admit your part in their conspiracy.

- Their treason!
- That's damn nonsense.

- What do you mean, sir?
- Steady, old fellow.

I believe Sir Charles
means to arrest me.

Arrest you?
Sherlock Holmes, guilty of treason?

- That's absurd!
- Not treason, Watson.

- Murder.
- Precisely.

I don't know what falling-out
you had with your slimy friends,

but I can place you at
the scene of the murder.

And don't be too certain I won't
discover your treasonous plotting.

- Sir Charles?
- I'll have plenty of time while you're sitting in Newgate jail.

There's that fellow
from the docks.

He must have seen
everything that happened.

Yes, I think rescue is at hand, and I don't
believe the commissioner likes it one bit.

Quickly, Watson.
I want to examine the wound.

Holmes, why would radicals
hire you to catch a madman?

Yes, why indeed?
Food for thought.

Why feed us information
in such a bizarre fashion?

More important still,
who killed Makins, and why?

How did you know
they were radicals?

Mm, sword-stick.
Oh, no magic, Watson.

- I simply made inquiries at Whitechapel.
- And that made you suspicious?

No, it was Makins. A bad actor,
with his excessive civility.

And then Lanier's resentment
of rich ladies and their palaces.

It is fortunate for you, Mr. Holmes,
that the dock guard was so diligent.

- Oh, I take it then, we're free.
- For the moment, yes.

Sir Charles would like to see
you in his office immediately.

Don't provoke him. He is determined
to have you off this case.

He's a dangerous man.
He has many secret friends.

So go carefully.

"Secret friends."

Curious expression.

I warned you, Holmes!
If you pursue this mat...

So…
What the...

Forgive the sleight of hand,
Sir Charles.

In the pursuit of criminals,
one learns their devices.

I say, Holmes,
what is this mumbo jumbo?

The handshake and the ring,
Watson, are archaic rituals

preserved by the 33rd Degree members
of the Secret Order of Freemasons.

We are not a secret order.

Your existence is no secret.

You rituals and membership are secrets
you guard as closely as you may.

Which is why you removed
the writing from the wall.

I am responsible for the safety
of the people of this city.

And their right to go
safely about their business.

- Does that include the right to murder and mutilate?
- You fool!

Jews would have been slaughtered in the streets
if I had not had those words removed.

Do you know the theory given greatest
credence among the common people?

That this is
a blood ritual.

Carried out by some Jew
whose religious fervor

sends him out in search
of prostitutes

to offer as a sacrifice
to his God.

If those words had been seen,
not a Jew would have been safe!

Their houses and their shops
would be destroyed.

Nonsense, Warren.

The writing had nothing to do with the Jews,
you know that as well as I do.

You did not remove that writing to
protect Jews against anti-Semitic rage.

The Jews...
Or "Juwes"...

referred to are from
your own secret society

of the Loyal Order of Freemasons.

We... We’re,
“benevolent society."

We are no danger...

This is not the kind of
paltry, sordid episode

you're accustomed
to meddling in, Holmes.

And you do so at great
risk to yourself.

Good day.

You see…

I can't imagine what that peculiar
gesture of yours was all about.

- I couldn't make head nor tail of it.
- Well, it gave Sir Charles pause.

You shut him up!
Quite a good thing, too.

I don't know which caused him
the greater anxiety:

The fact the I knew
the secret signs,

- or the possibility that I, too, might be a Mason.
- Meaning what, exactly?

These are the signs which
are employed by Freemasons.

In their ceremonies,
to establish each other's rank.

But how are
the Masons involved?

Ah!
Whoever wrote that message,

is a Mason.
Or, a man like myself,

who has made a study
of their practices.

You mean he accuses the Masons? He wants us
to believe that Jack the Ripper is a Mason?

- Oh, come on, Holmes.
- I know.

I've formed no opinion
either way, Watson.

But the Jews...
Or "Juwes"...

against whom the accusations
are being made,

were three men who
murdered the grand master,

- builder of Solomon's temple.
- Oh, really?

According to masonic ritual.

"And their names were
Jubela, Jubelo...

and Jubelum."

- Hence, Jews or Juwes.
- The things you know, Holmes.

Oh, when they were
brought before Solomon,

they confessed to their guilt.

And Jubela said,

“Oh, that my throat
had been cut across."

And, uh, Jubelo said,

“Oh, that my left breast
had been torn open,

“my heart and vitals taken,

thrown over my left shoulder."

And Jubelum said,

"My body severed in the midst."

Good God. That poor woman's body
was mutilated in just that savage way.

Now, assuming that there is, as you say,
some connection between those

ghastly murders
and the masonic ritual,

in what way were these
wretched women involved?

Well, ask them.
Hmm?

- What?
- Well, their friends.

We have to ask the living, of course.
We could hardly ask the dead!

That's a relief.

I thought for a moment you were
going the same way as Robert Lees.

- Talking to the dead.
- Well…

while you're making yourself
familiar with the dead woman's friends,

I shall endeavor to...

ingratiate myself with
said Robert Lees.

Hmm, good luck, Holmes.

Morning, guv.

Hello, love.

Oh! Madam didn't tell me
to expect no chimney sweep.

- You... You fetch her down and she'll tell you.
- I’ll do no such thing.

Here I am and here I stay.

- I’ve come to sweep the chimney.
- But we're not ready for you!

- You have to come back!
- You fetch the missus.

What's going on down here?

Mrs. Lees, I do apologize
for troubling you in this manner.

Who are you?

I... I adopted
this disguise,

to spare your husband
any further inconvenience.

How dare you try and trick
your way in to see my husband.

Well, I really wanted
to see you, Mrs. Lees.

And, if you would allow me,
to speak briefly with your husband.

You see the danger
you have put him in.

And he has nothing
to do with this.

Yes.

And I will abide
by your decision.

- But I say one thing...
- I will not be swayed, Mr. Holmes.

If your husband can
help me find this man

and prevent any more
of these atrocious crimes

do you have
the right to deny me?

Hmm, we were

dining at home,

and suddenly...

I knew that
he had killed again.

- And again, you went to the police.
- Yes.

- They were more inclined to listen this time.
- I was able to...

give them

details that no one
could have known.

They asked me to track him

from the scene of the crime.

I could find
no image of him there.

There, where he had
committed this brutal murder.

They gave me a-a piece of
the murdered girl's dress.

And I-I could find
no sense of him.

And then the inspector
gave me something quite trivial,

unconnected perhaps.

The stem from
a bunch of grapes.

How do you know that?

But you were then
able to sense the man.

Yes. He...
He was there.

I mean, it was
as if he was there.

I had merely to follow him.

There.

Impossible.

- Now, did you go into the house?
- We did.

You confronted the man.
How did he receive you?

The inspector spoke with him.

He was not impressed
by my intuition.

He heard us out politely,

reminded us how late it was,

and then he suggested that
it would be better if we left.

You've been most careful not to mention
the man's name, haven't you?

I realize how persuasive
Sir Charles can be.

He came here. He threatened
my husband in his own home.

No. I can't expect you
to break your word.

Mr. Holmes,

I have the strongest
intuition concerning you.

I sense some danger,

close and threatening.

I have a sense of it myself.

It ain't fair. Everybody's going on like
it's our fault... Like we're to blame.

Like as if we'd go out and look for him,
egg the bleeder on to cut our bloody throats.

What do you want to go asking about Polly for?
What's she got to do with you?

Writing about her, don't you know?
Writing for the newspapers.

You don't want to write
nothing bad about Polly.

Don't intend to, no,
but it seems to me that a deal more

is written about the murderer,
than about his victims.

- That's true.
- It's true, isn't it?

- Like he's important and they ain't.
- Precisely.

If anybody thought
about the likes of us,

we wouldn't have come to this.

Uh, one thing, uh,
Polly Nichols,

was she friends with
any of the other women?

Hmm?

Talk to Mary if you want to
know anything about old Polly.

Mary.
Uh, what's her other name?

Mary Kelly.

Mary Kelly.
Where could I find her?

You won't find her
round here no more.

She thinks herself
a cut above us.

Toffee-nosed slut.

Uh, you know where
I could find Mary Kelly?

Come over ‘ere.
I'll tell you all about her.

Excuse me, ladies.

Better keep your mouth closed,
you little slut.

Don't bother with her.
She doesn't know Mary. Come on.

Sit down.

Cheap tarts.

They're jealous
‘cause I'm young,

and I get all the blokes.

Got all me own teeth.
That's why.

What do you want with
Mary Kelly anyway?

Her teeth's fallen out too.

Not like mine.

- Have a feel.
- Oh, no. Thank you very much, but...

Oh, come on, love.
I won't bite you.

See?
Firm as a rock.

Yes, remarkable.

Oh, God.
Oh, bloody hell.

Oh.
Just one loose.

Oh, bloody hell.

- What are you staring at?
- Oh, I... nothing.

Are we gonna
sit here all day?

Well, there's
no hurry actually.

Not for me either.

I just thought maybe, uh...

Yes, well, um...

Now, suppose I'm looking
for this young woman,

this particular young woman.

There's plenty of others.

Yes.
And suppose I say,

I'm looking for this
particular young woman.

Um, uh...

Come with me.
We can't talk here,

if you take my meaning.

Oh, yes, yes.
I see what you mean.

Near here the ripper
committed his first murder.

You've got him on the brain.
Can't talk of nothing else.

I'm bound to talk about him.

- In there?
- Want Mary Kelly? I'm taking you to her.

Yes, but, um...

Hmm.

Come on.

I reckon that's why you
come down here, all you toffs.

You want to talk about him.
What he done.

- Get a lot of toffs coming down here, do you?
- All kinds.

Of course, talk's all them
blokes is good for.

Not like you.
Come on. This way.

Uh, she lives around here,
does she, Mary Kelly?

Look. I'll tell you straight.
I don't know this Mary Kelly.

You... But you promised.
You said...

What's that for?

Aha.
And what are you doing?

That's my woman you got there.
What are you doing with her?

An old geezer like you,

with a fine lady
of your own at home,

waiting for ya,
worrying about ya,

and you down here,
messing about with my woman.

Now, you wouldn't like me to go
and visit your wife, now, would you?

I see.
So it's that old game, is it?

Well, you've chosen the wrong victim,
my good man.

We'll see what the police
have to say about this.

Oh, Danny.

Stay there, you pimp.

What's the trouble here?

- Thank goodness, just in time.
- He's Jack the Ripper.

Who, him?

Yes, I tell you, he grabbed me,
and he was gonna slit my bloody throat,

when my mate pulled him off
and then he attacked him.

Who, him? That old fellow?
He couldn't rip my old grandmother.

- I resent that.
- He's the ripper, I tell you. You better arrest him,

- or I'll scream and bring a mob!
- You'll do nothing of the sort, you keep your mouth shut!

You trying to get him killed? Come along, sir.
We'll sort this out down the station.

- You're making a grave error.
- Serves you right, you old fart.

- Thank you.
- Hey. Get off! I haven't done anything!

Leave me alone!

Well, well.

Here's a pretty mess you've
gotten yourself into, old chap.

For God's sake, Holmes.

- What's taken you so long?
- Well, I came with all speed as soon as I heard.

Now, he'll be released
into your custody, Mr. Holmes.

You'll be responsible for his future
good behavior. You understand that?

- “Good behavior." Thank you very much.
- Yeah.

- Learned your lesson, have you, doctor?
- Don't play the silly with us, Lestrade.

- My blokes tell me you put up quite a struggle.
- I gave a good account of myself.

I'm certain he did.

Mr. Holmes, my advice to you
is that you take him home

and you see that he's not
let get into any more mischief.

- Okay?
- Oh, come along, Watson. For God's sake.

Damn the fellow.

Didn't it occur to you that something was
amiss when I didn't come home last night?

Calm yourself, old man. I wasn't
home myself. I had some business to...

- They were ready to tear me to pieces.
- Yes. All right.

Come, Watson. All we need is to take
you home and get you a good meal and rest.

I'm perfectly fit.
Ready for anything.

Now, I don't believe the woman who gave
me all this trouble even knew Mary Kelly.

- Kelly.
- Yes. Mary Kelly.

Friend of Polly Nichols.

People who lived in the district
didn't seem to want to talk about her.

That's good, Watson.
That's very good.

Now, Polly Nichols. Victim number one.
She was murdered here.

Victim number two, Annie Chapman,
was murdered here.

A considerable distance apart.

Those two and Mary Kelly,
heaven knows where she lives,

they knew each other.

And the three of them were very often
seen in a tavern in Dorset Street.

- That's Annie Chapman, Mary Kelly and Polly Nichols.
- That's right.

Now we come to, uh, Elizabeth Stride.

That's victim number three.
Liz Stride. Murdered there.

She was, uh, called Liz,
“Long Liz." A tall girl.

Foreign. She was married to...
Or rather, she lived with a man,

whose name I don't know,
but their address was Dorset Street.

You surpassed yourself, Watson.

Now, these few women,
living within a few streets,

all knowing each other,
that's more than coincidence, surely.

Excellent, Watson. You're an inspiration.
But I have more work for you.

- Yeah?
- I need your help to find the man Lees sought out.

- Didn't Lees tell you?
- No, he wouldn't tell me his name.

Sir Charles Warren has
put him in fear for his life.

But I have a notion of his address.

Study the medical directory. We're looking
for a doctor. More precisely, a physician.

There's a list of streets which you must
pay careful attention to, it’s on my table.

- Don't dash off. Wait for me.
- We're too conspicuous. We must take separate paths.

At least tell me
where you're going.

I'm going to pay my last
respects to Catherine Eddowes.

I feel she will be more help to
us now than when she was alive.

All right.

Mary Kelly?

Stay away. I got a knife.
I'll stick ya.

I want to help you.
My name is Sherlock Holmes.

Why, what do you
want with me?

I must talk to you.

Where can we go?

The streets are safe
as anywhere else.

Other people
come looking for me.

Yesterday there was this
old bloke askin' after me.

You can trust me.

I can't trust no one!

Oh!
Ow!

What have I done for this?

I know that something's frightening you.
What is it? Tell me.

I want to tell someone.

As long... As long as someone knows...
Someone else.

Tell me.

No.

I told... I told Annie Chapman
and they done for her.

Did you tell Polly Nichols?

- Did you know Poll?
- You told her, didn't you?

No.

Jesus.
I...

Yes.

She...
She was with me often.

They must have seen us.

They?
Who are they?

Why are they looking for you?

Whatever you've done, whatever you know,
there's no reason to fear me.

- I know where the baby…
- Baby?

She gave her to me.
She said, “Look after her."

- She? Who?
- Annie.

- Annie Chapman.
- Annie Crook.

Well, they took her...

- And shut her away.
- Uh...

But they don't dare to kill her, see…
They have to keep her shut away.

- Where have they taken her?
- For all that, Eddy still loves her.

- Eddy?
- He wouldn't let them kill her.

Oh, sweet Jesus.
I'm so frightened.

Where can I find
this Annie Crook?

I don't know.
She was at St. Christopher's,

but she's out of there now.

They took her.

Help me.

Won't you please help me?

- Come, Mary. I'll take you somewhere where it's safe.
- I can't sleep no more,

for fear they'll find me
when I'm not watching.

Well, well…

Thank God you're all right.

I don't seem to be able
to recall anything.

I'm not surprised. You may have
sustained a slight concussion.

What the devil were you up to?

Well…

- There was a woman.
- Mm-Hmm.

What happened to her?

Well, Lestrade told me
to expect something dramatic,

but he didn't prepare me for
something quite so downright stupid.

Foxborough.

Whoever it was, was trying to murder you.
It was no accident.

Yeah. But there was
a young woman. I remember.

I want you to rest
for a while, Holmes.

I saw the cab,
and I saw you,

but I...
I didn't see any woman.

I'm sure there w...

Watson discovered
something, remember,

that you might find useful.

It's good of you
to say so, Holmes.

It was that three
of the murdered women...

- Holmes, please.
- had, uh, a common link.

They all frequented
a tavern in Dorset Street.

Dorset Street.
The Black Horse?

Yes, that's the one.

Should you require further
information about Polly Nichols,

I was told one should
speak to a Mary Kelly.

- And that was the woman.
- Yes?

I was talking to her
when the hansom ran me down.

Yes.
I had an intuition that...

she might be at the center
of this pattern of events.

I'll set my men to look for her at once.
Mary Kelly, you say?

Yes.
Oh, Foxborough.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Would you care for me to wait?

Uh, no. On the contrary.
With the assistance of the good doctor,

I shall pursue
my own line of inquiry.

- Holmes!
- Yes?

You're always dashing off without telling me where
you're going or what our immediate objective is.

St. Christopher's hospital, old fellow,
looking for a woman named Annie Crook.

Oh.
Now we know.

Did you have much luck
with the medical directory?

Oh, yes.
Uh, too much, I'm afraid.

I found the names of no less than a
dozen physicians in the general area.

A mere dozen? I thought there
would have been at least a hundred.

Holmes, to me, it's inconceivable that
any physician could be remotely connected

with these atrocious crimes.

You must not allow loyalty
to your profession

to prevent you discovering
the truth, my dear fellow,

no matter how unpalatable.

Well…

Illustrious names indeed.

- Thank you.
- I'm only too sorry, Dr. Watson,

that I haven't been able to give
you any more positive information.

On the contrary,
you've been most cooperative.

Thank you very much, doctor.

Doctor, Mr. Gregory.

- Annie Crook isn't here.
- Oh, come, come, Watson. I told you that.

But where is she?

It's no easy matter persuading these
Johnnies to talk about their patients.

I'm sure you did
an excellent job.

Told them she was a servant of
the family who'd come to London.

- Promised my mother I'd look her up.
- Yes. Yes.

Well, I trust you weren't
too inventive in your mendacity.

But, come, Watson,
a simple story, please.

- I’m doing my best.
- Where is Annie Crook?

A broken neck and scapula.

Yes, yes, Watson.

Oh, yes. Annie Crook.
Uh, they took her to a hospital near Reading.

- According to what the doctor says, it's more like an asylum.
- She's still there?

In her physician's opinion,
she'll be there for the rest of her life.

It seems that the poor
woman is, um, insane.

- Her physician is, by the way...
- Yes. Sir Thomas Spivey.

- Good God.
- One of the court physicians.

- You knew already.
- Well, the name is on your list, Watson.

And I have been compiling
another list of my own.

- I can't keep pace.
- Yes, there is a particular variety of grape, Watson.

Grape.

Especially imported for those with
the most discriminating of tastes.

And among the people who
place an order for them...

- Sir Thomas Spivey.
- The only name we find on both our lists.

Are you suggesting
it's a court physician?

To be sure, Watson.
To be sure.

I've been exploited, old fellow,
by the very people for whom we are searching.

It's time we
turned the tables.

This woman we're about to visit,
this Annie Crook.

She had a dreadful accident,
not unlike yours.

It seemed like
superficial injuries at first,

and then things took
a turn for the worse,

and Sir Thomas decided
to have her committed.

- Yes. Odd.
- Very odd.

Why is this woman so damned
important to you, Holmes?

At the moment, I'm as much
in the dark as you,

but I draw your attention to the peculiar
circumstances of the man who is following us.

There's nobody following us.

It is to that peculiar circumstance
that I draw your attention.

- You mean, why not?
- Exactly.

- Ah. Ah, yes.
- Whoa there!

Whoa there.

- Drive on.
- Come on. Giddap. Giddap. Giddap.

Leave me alone to talk with
the girl as long as you can.

Uh-huh.

Please try not to
disturb the others.

She hardly seems to know
that we're here.

Well, I'm quite sure
that she doesn't, Dr. Watson.

It's a strange phenomenon.
She hasn't spoken a word in six months.

Has her condition deteriorated,
would you say?

Since she first came here?
Oh, yes, yes. Markedly.

I'd very much appreciate
a glance at her records.

- Is that possible?
- Yes. You'll find them interesting, I think.

Yes.
I'm sure I would.

You'll excuse us.

Annie.

I'm a friend.

Mary sent me.

Mary Kelly.

Do you remember her?

Mary's frightened, Annie.

She's frightened for her life.

I'd like to help her,
but I can’t,

till I know why
she's frightened.

Eddy.

Where?

He sent you?

Eddy sent you.

You.

I knew.

I knew.

He would send...
He would come for me.

Hmm.

No.
Mary sent me.

Mary.
Mary.

- Mary...
- Yes.

Sent you?

How?

They won't let me see.

- They?
- Mary doesn't know.

- Well.
- Nobody knows.

Why? Why won't they
let you see Mary?

My baby.
Is my baby safe?

Mary, keep my baby safe.

Don't... don't...

Let... them hurt...

- Now, why would they want to hurt your baby?
- Ah.

Why do they keep you here?

Danger.
For them.

Eddy said...

Hate me.

Angry with him.

And the baby...

He said,

“When they know...

- kill."
- They?

- He...
- Who are they?

Brought me here.

I don't belong here.

You can see.

Can't you see?

I'm not crazy.

They are all crazy here.

I won't stay here.

I won't let them keep me.

I will fight them,

and I'll make them...

Help me.

Why do they keep you here?

Why does Eddy let them
keep you here,

- if he loves you?
- He loves me!

He loves me.

Didn't he marry me?

Didn't we have a baby?

- He loves me!
- Why does he let them keep you here?

I don't know!!!

Oh!

But I haven't seen him.

They won't let me see him.

They...
He doesn't know where I am.

Uh, they tell him I ran off,
I took the baby, I don't love him.

I'm going to make trouble for him.
I love him.

Then he must be told
where you are.

Don't let them
hurt me anymore.

I won't tell,
and they hurt me.

- Yeah. They hurt me.
- Why do they want to hurt you?

- What do they want to know?
- They want my baby.

And I know they'll
hurt my baby if I tell.

- Oh, God in heaven.
- But I can't tell. I don't know.

I say that, and they hurt me.

Please, don't let them hurt me.

Annie. They. Who are they?
Tell me, please.

I ca...

I told them.

I told them.

Mary.

I gave my baby...

to Mary for safekeeping.

I told Mary
to keep my baby safe.

I told them.

Told them.

What the devil are you doing?

Told them.
There...

You have no business keeping
this woman in restraint.

- Holmes.
- Who are you?

She needs care...
Desperately needs care.

She has every care.

Watson, we must take this woman
from this hellish place.

Holmes, you can't do that.

Sherlock Holmes.

Th-This woman came here
of her own free will.

She has no family
to claim her.

And it is the opinion
of her own physician...

and the members of the board that she should
stay here until such time as she’s able to take…

Holmes, for God's sake.

Holmes.

Are you all right?

I know you don't want to talk,
but it does help sometimes, you know.

I hate…
I hate to see you upset like this.

- The heir presumptive.
- I beg your pardon?

The Duke of Clarence.

"Eddy," she said.

Involved.

I can't believe it.

I now know why
we were not followed.

They thought Annie Crook
was hopelessly insane.

They never counted on her courage,

and her extraordinary will
to protect her child.

It's too late for Annie now.

And I fear it will be
too late for Mary Kelly,

if we don't find her
this very night.

We must save her.

Forgive me, Watson.

I can spare no thought
for any other matter.

- Any news of the Kelly woman?
- Not a word, sir.

We've got every man we can have
walking the streets, sir.

- If another woman's murdered tonight, I swear...
- Where's Foxborough?

I don't know, sir.
He's gone off on his own somewhere.

- He's a funny bloke. Can't get him to stay in one place.
- Come along, Watson.

Oh, sir!
Did you hear about Sir Charles?

He chucked in the sponge.
Given up.

- Gone home. Would you believe it?
- Yes, I believe it.

His failure reflects as much
on you as on him.

Warren would never have been
able to pervert justice,

had any one of you
stood up against him.

Absolutely.

Sir Charles resigns?
I find that baffling.

Now, Mary Kelly.

They should know something
at the Black Horse tavern.

- That's precisely where we're going, Watson.
- Oh!

No!

No!

- You're aware that we're being followed.
- Yes.

For some time now, I think.

Yes, of course.

I suppose it would be
foolish to offer you...

Come.

Huh.

Walk ahead of me.

Mr. Holmes.
Good.

Where is Mary Kelly?

We're all searching for her.
I've got men in every house.

You had her, Foxborough,

and you lost her intentionally.

What on earth
are you talking about?

Why has he been following us?
Huh?

It may surprise you
to learn, Watson,

that this is our
mysterious informant.

Uh-huh?

Using his agents
Makins and Lanier...

to deliver messages to steer us
into whichever direction he chose.

- You're insane.
- No, Inspector.

You are the head
of the radical movement.

I have proof.
Rest assured.

Your career at
Scotland Yard is finished.

Do you want him
to get away with it?

Do you want Mary Kelly
butchered like all the others?

You don't care a damn about
what happens to Mary Kelly,

or any of the other pathetic women.

Well, perhaps that's true.

Perhaps they're not important.

Except insofar as they show

this government's aristocratic contempt
for the people and how they suffer.

If you, Sherlock Holmes,
can't see the corruption around you,

then perhaps some people do
have to die in order to expose it.

Oh, you'd let them all die.
You'd let Mary Kelly die.

Yes, by God,
I’ll let her die.

But if you find the killers,
and it can be shown,

that my superiors in the government
have concealed evidence,

if you can expose their lies,
their abuse of power,

then perhaps we can...
We can bring this decadent monarchy to its knees.

He's out of his senses.
He doesn't know what he's saying.

Yes, he does, Watson.
He knows full well.

He knows exactly
what he's doing.

A man devoid of conscience,
as guilty as the murderer himself.

She trusted you, Mr. Holmes.

She came out of hiding
because she trusted you.

So, if they got her, it's because
she trusted God-Almighty Sherlock Holmes.

- Foxborough, stay away from me.
- They used you.

We used you.

You did exactly what
we wanted you to do.

If she dies, and you come
under my hand, expect no mercy.

You have my word on it.

A radical in Scotland Yard?
Terrifying.

Holmes, what did you mean when you said...
Oh.

Holmes, what he said about the government
being involved, that can't be.

I'm afraid it is.

How high up?

- Perhaps to the throne.
- What?

Aah!

I'm so sorry, old man.

After them. Go on.
I'm all right.

May I suggest you take this?

Aah!

Hey!
Hey!

Watson.

Help Watson.

- Gentlemen. Mr. Holmes.
- Prime Minister.

I thought it would be better we should
meet here. We can be sure of privacy.

"Secrecy" would perhaps be
the more appropriate word.

Shall we agree
upon "discretion"?

You have already spoken
to the Home Secretary.

I have indicated something
of the matter to him, yes.

I have summoned you here
because you have made statements,

which affect the very existence
of the social order of this country.

Let me make it plain. What is at stake
will not permit unconsidered actions,

nor injudicious statements.

We shall take action if we must.

And I can assure you
that action will be effective.

The sequence of events,
Prime Minister,

convince me of your ability
to take effective action.

You have me
at a disadvantage, Mr. Holmes.

I think it might be better if you
tell us your story in your own way,

and permit me to be the judge
of whether it is true or not.

You may take it
to be true, sir.

The first link in
my chain of circumstances,

is a woman
by the name of Annie Crook.

I see you recognize
that name, Home Secretary.

In other circumstances that would surprise me,
since she is a woman of the lower classes,

hardly likely to affect
the life of anyone so powerful.

Your irony is out of place.

You would be wise, Mr. Holmes,

to resist the temptation
to condescend.

Prime Minister.

How does Annie Crook
concern anyone here?

I found her.

She told me some fragments
of her pathetic story.

She met her lover,

first at the household
where she was employed.

She fell in love with him.

He was infatuated
briefly with her.

With her gentleness,
her beauty and her innocence.

And in the face of
this congregation...

He went through
a form of marriage,

and soon after,
tired of her, he left.

She bore him a child.

This much was done
without attracting notice.

And then, when the existence
of the child was discovered,

and its religion, Catholic,

the government suddenly
became concerned.

You must forgive me,
Mr. Holmes.

I had expected an account
of more significance.

How can all this affect
the government of England?

You exaggerate, surely.

Her lover, her husband,
however you may call him,

her seducer... was his grace,
the Duke of Clarence and Avondale,

Albert Victor Christian Edward,
Earl of Athlone,

the heir presumptive
to the throne of England.

Known as Eddy to his
more intimate acquaintances.

An indiscretion, Mr. Holmes.
Hardly a crime.

Certainly nothing so serious,

as to warrant all this passion.

Well, not a crime.

Not yet, Prime Minister.
An inconvenience.

Yet you yourself made it known it
would be preferable if the woman,

indeed, the problem itself,
did not exist.

And one man among the many,

who was privy to the
Prince's indiscretion

took on the filthy work.

And that same man drew another
into his hideous conspiracy,

by persuading him they had the official
sanction of the highest in the land.

They sought out Annie,
and they deceived her

by promising to take her
to her beloved Eddy.

It was a simple matter to arrange.

She was taken to hospital.

From that hospital she was
removed to another place,

more distant, more secure.

Alone.
Abandoned by her lover.

Tormented and confused,

they forced her to tell them that she had
given her child to a friend for safekeeping.

And the search for Mary Kelly and
the plot for her disposal had begun.

Oh-hoh.

They searched.

Nothing would stop them.

They searched for Mary.
They searched for the child.

In terror for her own life,

Mary shared the secret
of the royal indiscretion.

And, in doing so, sealed
the fate of her friends.

They murdered anyone who
might have known of the child.

Thus was born the myth
of Jack the Ripper.

Polly Nichols,

Annie Chapman,

Liz Stride,

and Catherine Eddowes,

were slaughtered and their deaths
disguised as the work of a madman.

And to my everlasting regret,

I led the murderers

straight to Mary,

the one woman they had
searched for so long and in vain.

First, she escaped.

Then...

- No!
- she died.

But she died without revealing

the very thing they
needed to discover.

- No!
- Where to find the child.

And so the victims
and the crimes.

What of the criminals?

It remains for you to prove
these allegations, Mr. Holmes.

And I'm curious to know how far
you will press your accusations.

I don't begin with you.

I begin with a man
who is already dead.

William Slade,

prime mover in
these atrocious crimes,

who set them on from some misguided
loyalty to the royal family he served,

or as a hidden agent
in their cause.

I accuse Sir Thomas Spivey,
the celebrated physician,

whose hospital took Annie Crook
and drove her into madness.

A man who prescribes eternal
incarceration for a woman

simply because
she was seduced,

made pregnant
and delivered of a child;

who, according to archaic
ritual, butchered his victims.

I accuse a man who has no
place in this world or the next.

You accuse,

but it is proof
we need, Mr. Holmes.

We've heard
this tragic story now.

But what is your link
with Annie Crook?

Where is your proof?

You have no proof.
Only surmise and wild conjecture.

I have proof.

I have proof that a woman
was cynically taken in marriage.

I have proof of the husband's
name; that a child was born.

I have proof that the woman was committed
to an asylum by order of that same Spivey.

I have proof of evidence
suppressed by you, Sir Charles.

Evidence which seemed to accuse

a member of the sacred order
to which you all belong.

You are all Freemasons.
You, Prime Minister.

Home Secretary.

Sir Charles, you.
And Spivey... all Masons.

And in discovering the
involvement of a fellow Mason,

you were sworn to protect
him in his criminal intent.

Then you accuse us!

Of complicity in murder?
No, Prime Minister.

Your suggestion was enough
to prompt these men to action.

What was done was all
done in your name.

I shall not
debate that with you.

There are larger issues here
than you can understand.

Don't presume
to judge us, Holmes.

I know where my duty lies:

In the protection
of the monarchy.

There is not now, nor has there ever been,
a danger to the monarchy.

That thought existed only in the
minds of the three men in this room!

Your intrigue simply served
the disaffected radicals,

- whom you fear.
- Very well, Mr. Holmes.

Slade's dead.
Spivey is insane.

Sir Charles...

His career is ruined.

What sort of ruin
does he face?

Will the Masons
punish or reward him?

He kept faith with you. Your oath of
fellowship binds you to support him.

What shall I tell the Queen?

You surely don't suggest that
Her Majesty is in any way involved.

I cannot easily believe that.

- You have my word!
- I would prefer some more reliable authority.

In the circumstances,
I shall ignore your offensive attitude.

If I seem to be offensive, Prime Minister,
you may take it I am offended!

You offend me.

Shall I resign?
Would that satisfy you?

Yes, resign. And if I had the means,
I would compel you.

You know what
you risk, Mr. Holmes.

The ruin of your own society

and the substitution of
a radical, anarchist ideology.

I care nothing about that.
You're all the same to me.

You, Prime Minister, Foxborough and the radicals.
All of you equally to blame.

God knows, if I could prove your complicity,
I would not hesitate,

but I was not a party
to your secret councils.

Only you know to what extent
you are responsible.

For the moment, however,

as long as the child is safe,

you have my word
I shall keep silent.

But in the event
she is harmed in any way,

I will make public
everything I know.

The whereabouts of this child
are unknown to us.

We are satisfied
they should remain so.

And Annie Crook,
must be set free.

Unhappily, she is already free.

The night after her meeting with you,
Mr. Holmes, she died.

How?
Died.

She took her own life.

Free?

I wish I had some reason
to believe you.

How may I convince you?

Even if you could
convince me,

it's too late.

It's too late
for Annie Crook.

Separated from her child,
driven to despair,

and death.

You create allegiance

above your sworn
allegiance to humanity.

You will not feel for them,

or acknowledge their pain.

There lies the madness.

Well.
Well, Mr. Holmes.

Remember you have promised
to keep your silence.

Our business is finished.

Finished.

Perhaps for you,
but not for me.

I will always have the death
of Mary Kelly on my conscience.

And you, Prime Minister,
will have the deaths of Annie,

and all those tragic women

and their agony

on yours.

Come away, Holmes.

Come and sit down.

We've unmasked
madmen, Watson.

Wielding scepters.
Reason run riot.

Justice howling at the moon.

But, Holmes, you did much more than
any other man could have attempted.

And there's... still decency.

Annie Crook and Mary Kelly

dying to protect a child.

You're right.
There is decency.

And if nowhere else,

in that battered
breast of yours.

Hmm.

I think,

if you will allow me,

I will play now for a while.

“If you will allow me."
Thanks for that.

Yes, Holmes, play.