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Thank you very much.

Jack, you are back.

I always come back, don't I?

Are you dreaming of going to the moon, Jack?

What would be the point?

Once I got there, I'd still be me.

Wouldn't I?

No, I'm dreaming of a woman now. My dear, would you care to take the

upstairs?

Oh, no.

That won't be necessary.

Thank you.

Just as you please.

There is nothing wrong with your television.

Do not attempt to adjust the picture. We are now controlling the transmission.

We control the horizontal and the vertical. We can deluge you with a

channels or expand one single image to crystal clarity and beyond.

We can shape your vision to anything our imagination can conceive.

For the next hour, we will control all that you see and hear.

You are about to experience the awe and mystery which reaches from the deepest

inner mind to the outer limits.

Please stand by.

Even in the darkest corners of despair, there are glimmers of a light we call

truth.

But what if it is a light to which the rest of the world is blind?

Hey, Langford!

Who's the redhead?

Did she see it? Did she see the ripper?

Everything will be revealed in due time, gentlemen. In due time.

Inspector!

Annie Chapman. She witnessed the man running from the scene, sir.

I'm Inspector Harold Langford, Whitechapel Police.

What did this man look like?

He was a gentleman in evening clothes, handsome, about

your height, with light hair.

Can you tell me anything else about him, anything specific?

He had a cane with a horse's head.

If I were you, I'd think about staying home at night.

Inspector, are you going to catch him?

Yes, madam, I'm going to catch him.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Master York will be down shortly, milady.

Now I'm up.

Thank you, Waddington.

Look at you.

Have you eaten today?

Did you eat yesterday?

Morning.

Were you at that place again last night?

Oh, please, Ellen, don't fuss.

Why did you do this to me?

I didn't do anything.

I don't worry about you. That place is not safe. What are you talking about?

Haven't you heard?

What? He struck again last night, the Ripper, in Whitechapel.

Jack, you must swear to me that you will never go back to that place again. Oh,

Ellen, please.

You're a doctor. You know the effects of opium and absinthe.

Your precious Mr. Oscar Wilde is devoted to absinthe. And as for opium, or

laudanum as I prefer, I only wish it made me right as well as Coleridge.

Don't you want to get married?

Of course I do.

You know I do.

I'm sorry.

No, no.

Not until after we're married, remember?

You mean not until I've recovered from my disgrace.

Oh, I didn't say that. That's what you meant.

You want me to stop wallowing around and return to practice. Well, I don't want

to. Why not?

Because it's quackery.

No, it's not.

You are and you always have been an excellent physician.

Do you know where modern medicine is today? Do you?

Well, I'll tell you.

90 % of what your so -called doctor prescribes is no better than sugar

No, it is. We're worse off than witch doctors with their roots and herbs.

And think otherwise is pure arrogance.

Believe me, I know.

Then be a surgeon.

That's not witchcraft. That's real work. You've studied that. I don't care if

it's less prestige.

And kill my patients with infection before their disease kills them? No,

you.

Then you don't want to get married.

Ellen, darling.

Your mother would rather you marry a fishmonger than a virgin.

At least they think honestly.

And even if I did return to Harley Street,

Do you really think she'd let you marry me?

She hates me.

Then why don't you prove her wrong?

Then we can get married.

Do everything.

Promise me you'll eat something.

Excuse me, ladies.

I'm looking for a red -headed woman, about this tall, pretty, roundish face,

wearing a long blue dress and a brown tartan jacket. You haven't seen her by

chance.

Only better.

Yes, I'm sure you have.

Good day, ma 'am.

I've got fresh clothes on!

away your past.

You made a mistake once.

Yes.

A fatal one.

The little girl died because of me.

We all fail sometimes.

We are all human.

Are we?

Is the man Who does this? The Ripper.

What did you know?

The Ripper killed her?

Annie Chapman?

Wasn't she here last night?

Was she?

Do you know why I do this to myself?

Because I hate being weak.

Then change.

I can't.

Then give in to it.

That's what I intend to do.

I'm busy.

I've missed you, Jack.

I thought you'd grown tired of me. No, no, no.

I've missed you too.

I've been looking for you all day.

Oh, you must forgive me, Lizzie.

It's just that sometimes I forget, you know. I promise you, Jack, after the

night, you'll never forget me.

Oh, but you're a naughty one.

Good God.

What? What are you?

I'm old, Jack.

I'm older than you.

Older than London.

I've been around a long, long time.

But I'm afraid your future isn't quite so rosy. Don't you come any bloody

closer.

Jack?

It appears Mr. York is late again.

Yes. I received a letter from my cousin Charlotte this morning.

She wrote me from Vienna.

She went there to see a doctor.

For hysteria.

Though I don't think she's hysterical at all.

It is a sign of the utmost disrespect.

I am sure Jack means no disrespect, Mammoth. I'm sure he does.

His name is Dr. Freud.

I believe he's German or Austrian, something like that.

He has wasted his fortune.

And now he seems intent on wasting whatever goodwill others may once have

towards him.

Oh, now I recall.

Oh, Jack told us yesterday that he had a meeting with his solicitor today.

Oh, that's why he's late.

I believe it may be about money.

You are a true and staunch friend of Alan's, Sophie.

But don't lie for her, too.

It's bad manners.

Or at least learn to lie better.

I'll try, Lady Julia.

Memo, I am sure Jack means no disrespect.

It's just that ever since...

He's just been different.

I am not the complete witch, my dear.

I know his life has been visited by tragedy, with repercussions in the

circles. But one soldiers on. One doesn't wallow in it. One makes

oneself.

Dabbling is for children, and children cannot marry.

Anyone from Vienna is a quack.

Your cousin Charlotte is a nincompoop.

And so are you.

Now, let us enjoy lunch.

I'm so sorry. You're a son of the utmost disrespect.

I'm sorry. Listen, I have something very important I have to tell you. What?

I... I have to go away for a while.

And I want you to come with me.

What are you talking about?

Anywhere you want to go, I'll go.

But we have to leave immediately, all right?

What's got into you? Is there something wrong?

Jack?

What is it?

Excuse me, sir.

Yes, what is it? An Inspector Langford is here to see you. What?

Mr. York?

Yes. Mr. John York?

Yes.

I arrest you for the murders of Martha Tabram, Holly Nichols, Annie Chapman,

Elizabeth Stride.

What?

What are you talking about?

I didn't murder anyone.

The Ripper did.

Indeed, you are.

No. Don't be a fool.

I'm not the Ripper.

I'm not the Ripper.

No.

You're making a big mistake.

I'm not the Ripper.

Thank you

so much for seeing me.

How can I help you, Lady Ellen?

Mr. York is not the Ripper.

I know this because... Because?

The evening that Elizabeth Stride was murdered, he was with me.

All night.

I see.

Has Mr.

York told you that the Ripper is actually some kind of creeper, that the

leads him? from woman to woman, killing them, then women spew green bile.

Inspector, the reason Mr. York did not inform you of our liaison is because he

is too much of a gentleman.

I, however, have discussed the matter with my mother, the Countess of

She will speak to the Home Secretary, a long -time friend of hers who went to

school with my late father.

He will speak to Sir Charles.

Sir Charles will speak to Deputy Chief Inspector Swanson, who will, I

Speak to you.

No doubt, he will.

I wish I had someone as devoted as you, Lady Ellen.

I'm sure you'll find someone as worthy as yourself, Inspector.

Perhaps I shall.

Jack. I know who the ripper is.

No, listen to me. Jack, there is no creature.

Yes, there is, and I have proof.

Why didn't you tell them?

Because I...

And that's all they would have noticed, and that would have incriminated me

more. But now I know it's not true.

I didn't kill them.

Ellen, you must believe me. I'm telling you the truth.

Were you drinking absinthe again last night?

I'm telling you. What?

It was the creature, Ellen. I chased after it, but then I lost it.

Ellen. Why do you insist on this?

Why? You are tearing my heart out.

You are throwing your life away on absence, on your inventions.

It's not real, Jack. The creature is not real. I am not throwing my life away.

I'm trying to get it back.

Don't you see? You and this thing are all that's real in my life.

If I can prove this creature is the Ripper, it will end my disgrace.

That is why I have to pursue it.

I have to seize this opportunity to redeem myself.

I mean, surely you can understand that.

From the newspaper files, sir.

Do you believe tragedy can drive a man mad, Albert?

I suppose so, sir.

Lady Ellen, I need to speak with you. I beg you. Away with you, miss. Away with

you. It's about the Ripper.

And Mr. York. On your way, miss. It's all right, Wicket.

Won't you come in?

Thank you, lady.

Ellen, look.

I found a way to detect the creature.

I've come to a decision, Jack.

Really? What decision is that?

You were right.

I was?

There are no guarantees in life.

Who knows when it will end?

The one thing that matters is you and

me. We must seize our opportunity.

Yes.

Oh, God.

I thought you'd come for good.

I promise you, after tonight, you'll never forget about me.

No!

Stay where you are!

I don't want to harm you, but just stay where you are.

Have you gone mad?

Get back!

I've got a detector, see?

I know it's you.

Creature. Even the slightest bit of bile.

Close.

Red.

It's coming from your handbag.

Jack.

Where did you get this?

I got it. Where did you get it?

I got it from a strange woman.

Who? She said she wanted to tell me something about you.

Me?

She was very odd, so I asked for the butler to stay with me.

And then, after she left, I found that handkerchief.

And I remembered what Inspector Langford had said, that you thought that the

creature spit out a green vial. You spoke to the creature?

Did it say anything?

Not really.

Think, think.

After a few moments, she left.

And she forgot her handkerchief, that's all.

I thought I'd lost you.

Listen, now there's no question of it. You have to go.

Far away, yes.

Far away from me. No, no, I'm not doing that. Yes, yes. No, I want to stay here

and help you. It's not safe for you.

It's not safe for you anymore.

Just do as you're told. No!

You are my angel.

We're going to be through together.

To the end.

To the very end.

May I be frank, Inspector?

I wouldn't wish it any other way, Lady Aiden.

I can see that you are a gentleman.

of sensitivity and intelligence, so I know that I may rely upon your

If I may be brief, my daughter, Lady Ellen, is but 23, with all the

weaknesses, ignorances, passions that that encompasses.

She has always been a headstrong girl.

I believe you spoke being brief, ma 'am.

Yes, of course. How kind of you to remind me.

Then I shall get to my point.

Do you believe that Mr. York is the Ripper?

He is a suspect.

He is the Ripper.

Until we discover some more. He is the Ripper.

And the man who captures the Ripper will most certainly receive a knighthood.

I guarantee it.

I serve only the truth, ma 'am.

Honesty is praised and starves.

Nobility is the one.

And only virtue.

I see you know your juvenile.

You have had a better education than I thought.

Apparently so.

Thank you for coming.

I shall remember it always, ma 'am.

I hope you shall.

And who I am.

All the murders have taken place within a one -mile area of Whitechapel. Here,

here. here and here. So I propose that we start in this part and slowly work

search outwards in a circle.

I intend to take photographs of all the areas where I've seen the creature, all

where the bodies were found.

I've modified the emulsion somewhat so they're more sensitive to the rest of

life.

Hopefully, with any luck, we can pick up its trail.

And if we do?

Then that's where the real adventure begins.

This'll do, Worthington.

Just one last time.

I won't be long.

Where's your cane now, Jack?

Right here.

Surprise.

What in God's name are you?

I'm a nightmare, Jack.

You're not even of this world, are you?

Bravo.

Why don't you go back to your own kind?

Why do you think?

You choose to be here.

Did Robinson Crusoe choose his island?

You're stranded.

Encore.

Encore.

I must applaud your persistence, Jack.

No one's ever come quite this close before.

It gives me a certain...

And are there others?

Other races besides your own out there?

Beyond imagining.

But why me?

Why did you have to pick me?

You're the perfect lightning rod.

They already have enough clues to suspect you of the murders.

I'll just keep entertaining myself until they finally have enough clues to

convict you.

Goodbye, Trav.

Come, Jack.

You don't want to kill me?

We're too much alike.

We're both outcasts. By temperament and by choice.

It would be like killing yourself.

You forget one thing.

I hate myself.

Does your fiancé always keep that battle around?

Better luck next time.

Have fun, Jack.

The Ripper.

Ellen, wake up.

Wake up.

What is it? You have to leave the city at once. Go to Avonrill and don't come

back until I call for you. What happened?

It was here, Ellen.

I spoke to it.

It's inside a woman in a cream -colored dress. Worthington, take Lady Ellen

home. No, wait.

We must go see Inspector Langford at once.

Why?

He wouldn't even know what he had.

Arrogance is what killed that little girl, Jack.

Don't argue with me.

Don't you see?

I don't want you around.

I don't want you.

You don't mean that.

Yes, I do.

You with your silly clothes from Paris and your silly ideas about helping me.

It's like having a little child in tow.

You have no idea how real people live.

Even your passions aren't real.

Not one tenth of what a real woman has.

Can't even kiss properly.

Worthington, take me home.

Take her.

He was found about an hour ago, sir.

John Cressy.

Phil Morin.

York.

Jack the Ripper.

Yes,

sir.

Inspector Langford, I need to speak to you privately.

Yes, sir.

Please, be seated.

I was not with Mr. York on the evening that Elizabeth Stride was murdered.

I know.

But if you knew... We still didn't have enough evidence.

Now we do.

Mr. York's watch was found at the fist of another victim.

Tonight?

Judging from the body, yes.

Lady Ellen?

Tonight we were out. We were looking for the creature.

And we became separated.

When I saw him again, he said that he had seen it, that it had... I approached

him.

Lady Ellen, Mr York is a sick man and a dangerous one.

Yes, he is sick, but not dangerous. He wouldn't murder anyone.

He needs help.

The Ripper has murdered five women. He has cut them open and left them bleeding

on the ground. He's a monster.

But I share your view. No sane man could... perform such a deed and no

man must be held responsible, but he must be stopped.

You won't try to kill him?

No.

You must trust Lady Ellen.

Worthington!

Why'd you come back?

Your detector and your experiments are primitive, like you, but a bit too close

to the ball's eye.

Last thing I need is any proof that I'm around.

You've come to get me out, right?

No, no, I can prove everything.

All you have to do is fix the box camera.

Yes.

I'm going away for a while, Jack.

What?

No, no, you can't. You can't. You have to convince them.

It's still out there, Ellen.

Dooku! Ellen!

Ellen! Ellen!

Oh, no. No.

Don't worry.

You shall hardly feel a thing.

No. The universe is a labyrinth so vast and

mysterious that those who choose to plumb its depths may wind up lost

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