All language subtitles for The.Lodger.2009.WEBRip.x265-RARBG

Get back
behind the line, please.

Detective.
Wilkenson, right?

Yeah. Okay, what have we got?

Well, the techies are done, so
they covered her up. This way.

What?

It's a hooker, sir.

It's pretty nasty.

Any witnesses?
No.

What's wrong with you?

Bill and I had a couple of
drinks after work last night.

Until 4:00 a.m.?

The victim was a young
woman in her thirties.

L.A. County Police are expected
to issue a statement here,

at the West Hollywood Sheriff's
station, in a few minutes.

But speculation is
they believe the murders

may have been
designed to imitate

those committed seven years
ago by Alonzo Rodriguez.

The murder weapon
in use was a knife.

Knife...

knife...

In July, after an extraordinarily
short appeals process,

Alonzo Rodriguez was executed
for brutally murdering two women

in West Hollywood, both prostitutes.
Oh, my God.

Detective! Detective, do
you have any indication

why the murderer would
imitate the Rodriguez case?

I'm not going to talk
about the Rodriguez case.

As far as I'm concerned,
this is an isolated incident.

Can you confirm that the
victim was a prostitute?

It does appear that the
woman was a prostitute,

but I'm afraid that's
all I can say right now.

Detective Manning,
one more question!

So, how much is left?

We have enough for this month.

Maybe two more payments.

Only three people have come
to look at it since May.

Drop the rent to 800.

Any more of those effeminate
fucking little knocks,

you're gonna get some
unwanted attention, Detective.

Who says it'll be unwanted?

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Hey, I asked for Palmdale,

but I guess LASD thought I'd
fit in better in West Hollywood.

Yeah, maybe outside
the building.

No wonder your
last partner quit.

Let's get something straight.
Can I use that word?

Somebody must have
been fucking brain dead

to assign a rookie to this case.

Look, I spent 14 months...

I really don't give a fuck.

Just don't throw any of
that shit in my face.

Man, you're worse than my dad.

This just came in.

Isn't that supposed
to stay sealed?

Who else has seen this?

It's better to start
up and dust down,

so the dust doesn't
fly up into your face.

Good.
Watch this.

I can hear you, Ellen.

I'm going out.

Take your damn pills.

No one's gonna rent this place

if they think the
landlady's a lunatic.

Well, what if the landlord is?

Hello? Hi, hon. It's Dad.

Hi, Daddy.
Listen, darling,

I was thinking about
visiting your mother.

No, you can't. Please.

Why not? She's allowed
visitors, isn't she?

Because she's isn't ready
to see you yet, that's why.

Did she tell you that?
No, the doctor did.

What about you? Did the
doctor say anything about

you staying away from me?

No, Dad. Look, I'm just really
focused on Mom right now.

What about dinner?

Dad, I've got midterms.

I've got a lab due on Thursday,

there's a paper due
in a couple of weeks

and it's just... No,
no, no, I understand.

I'm just really busy right now.
Yeah. I know.

No, it's okay.
I've got...

Got a lot of work
to do here, myself.

I really gotta go.

Sure.
Maybe tomorrow.

Tomorrow. Okay.

Just a minute.

Hello?
I'm sorry,

I should have called first.
I was walking past,

and I noticed your sign.

Yes.

I've been looking
for a quiet room,

and a guest house
sounded lovely.

Come in.

Smells good.

So, have you just
moved to L.A.?

Not really.

I'm just looking
for something new.

You know, something
to inspire me.

Oh, I'm sorry.
It's this way.

Great.

You would be welcome to use
the kitchen on your own,

but the rent does
include breakfast,

usually until
about 9:00.

Or are you a late riser?

Yes, I'm afraid I am.

What is this, some
kind of gang attack?

Not unless the others just
stood around and watched.

This was one guy, and he was
clearly copying Rodriguez.

It's identical.
Look at this.

There are almost 40
separate incisions,

each with the same
angle of entry,

same tearing motion.

Lefty?

He definitely used
his left hand,

but each wound was created
with varying force.

My guess is he was just
trying to look like a lefty.

Bastard did his homework.

Yeah.
Well, not completely.

The Rodriguez killings were
acts of sadistic violence,

where both victims died
after multiple wounds.

Presumably so that he could
watch them die slowly.

This one died immediately,

after the first
incision to her throat.

He had a conscience?

Well, it depends on what
you call a conscience.

A case like this, actually,

you're casing an entirely
different psychological profile.

Took pity on her,
for Christ's sake.

Wow. Real fucking
sweetheart.

Thank you, Sam.
Hey...

I was sorry to hear about
all that with your wife.

Is she doing any better?

No.

What do you do?

I mean, for work.

Oh, I write.

So, I must have complete
quiet, and privacy.

I'd like to take it.
Right away.

But you haven't
even asked the rent.

Well, I'm sure it's fair.

I have a great sense
of those I can trust.

I'm Malcolm Slaight.

I'm Ellen Bunting.

My husband, Joe,
well, he works late...

It's important to me that
I would have the only key.

Oh, yes. Of course.
Except for me.

But I can't be disturbed.

You will talk to your husband.
Not at all.

Oh, he won't bother you.

Would $1,000 a
month be acceptable?

With breakfast.

I almost forgot.
About references...

Oh, I won't be needing
those. Just privacy.

Thank you.

This is Miss Sally Harrison.

Or what's left of her.

Her body was found at
approximately 3:15 a.m. last night

on the 8400 block
of Sunset and Olive.

She was 23 years old, 5'3" tall,
Caucasian and a prostitute.

Thirty-nine separate
knife wounds.

No witnesses,

no obvious suspects,

no motive.

Other than this bastard is
clearly copying Rodriguez's MO.

Okay. That's it.

Who are they?

Smith, LAPD.

And he brought the Feds.

They'll be all over us on this

after Chandler smoked
them on Rodriguez.

What are you doing? I told
you not to disturb me.

I just thought you
might like some tea.

I'm sorry. Just leave
it there, please.

What's wrong with them?

They were all staring at me.

Following me.

Everywhere. It's
a little unnerving.

Oh, well, I'll have
Joe come and take...

No!

Please, we've already
talked about this.

I don't want anyone else
coming in here. Ever.

I'll bring them out.

Well, do you need anything else?

Just a little rest, I'm afraid.

Oh, and if you could pick up
some things for me at the market?

Oh! That's way
too much.

Keep it, please.

Whatever you think, bread,
cereal, I'm not too particular.

Thank you.

About food.

I couldn't see his face. It was
raining, and he was running away.

He was wearing one of
those long coats, like Neo.

What was the color of the coat?

Purple, dickhead!

Have Jim come in here
for a sketch.

We need height and build,
male with a long, dark coat.

When Jim's done, let him go.

Let him go?

Get anything else
out of him, keep him.

Right. Uh...

What... Fuck off!
Can I go now, man?

This is really wonderful, honey.

I got it at the deli after
class about an hour ago.

Still good.

You put her there.

Amanda, please don't say that.
Ask her doctors.

You were obsessive and
relentlessly controlling.

Nothing she did was ever
good enough for you.

You know, she told
me even in bed...

Stop it!

Honey, I know I could have done
things differently, but this is...

There's more to this...
You're to blame for this.

Amanda, that's not true.

I have a really early
class tomorrow, so...

Okay, I'll call you later. Bye.

What happened to the sign?

I rented it.
You rented it?

He's already moved in.

What?
A man.

Malcolm something.

He's already given us
three months in advance.

And I didn't even have
to lower the rate

because I could tell
he really wanted it.

I did include breakfast.

That's from your family.

No, it isn't.

He's been busy back there

taking down all your
mother's prints.

But don't...
Don't go in there.

He only wants me
to go back there.

Are you kidding? Sure he's
not some kind of wacko?

He's a bit eccentric.

Seems perfectly harmless.

Anyway, what choice do we have?

Anything back from the techies?

Not a lot.

Let's see, there was nothing
under the fingernails,

no foreign fibers,
no signs of sexual activity.

He either surprised her
or he knew her

because there are no
signs of a struggle.

So, other than the pimp,
nobody saw anything.

Right in the middle
of fucking Sunset Boulevard.

What about the letter?

Well, there are
a bunch of prints,

but they only match the people

who handled it
before it got here.

The mail room, the post
office, and you, of course.

Nothing back yet on the
paper or the ink type.

That's it?

Well, we still have someone on
the pimp, but he's clean so far.

A clean pimp? Now
there's an oxymoron.

Well, I doubt he's the killer.

Of course he's not
the killer, you moron.

Now I know this is
your first case

and you're trying
real hard to impress

all your fucking friends,

but I really need you to
start finding me some suspects

and stop wasting my time
confirming the innocent ones.

Now whisper something
to me, quick.

I don't know what you...
Yeah, that's a good idea.

I'll check up
on that. Thank you.

Joe!

Joe!

Joe!

I picked the big bear

and you picked the little bear.

I'm sorry, mister, but that is
exactly the bear that you picked.

These are for you, are they not?

I like those.

I know you do.

Joe!

Joe!

You're still here?
Didn't you hear me?

What's that smell?
Granola.

It's not for you.

We got the late shift.

Well, just don't
wake the lodger.

And take your boots off before you
trudge drunkenly up the stairs.

I would like to
get some sleep, too.

I'll do whatever I want.

Just take the medicine,
Ellen, okay?

You following me, sweetheart?

What do you have, Sam?

All of her reproductive
organs were removed,

as if he were giving her
a cesarean section.

Holy shit.

Better cover her up. No.

No, I'm okay.

There's more.

I was wrong. He's not
imitating Rodriguez.

He is Rodriguez.

Was she alive?
Through the whole thing.

Everything's identical.
Strong right hand,

successive three-quarter-inch
incisions, curved blade,

alternating left to
right, then right to left.

Sorry, Chan.

I know this makes you look bad.

He's back.

Wait a minute. You're
telling me that this guy,

who killed these two hookers,

is the same guy that
killed the two women

Rodriguez was executed
for seven years ago?

I'm sure of it.
That is impossible.

There was blood from both
victims in Rodriguez's apartment

and the murder weapon.

Well, somebody must
have framed Rodriguez

because it's the same handiwork.

I mean, exactly the same.
He's telling us it's him,

like a surgeon signing his name.

And another thing.

You know who he's
imitating, don't you?

Who? Thirty-nine
incisions on the last one.

The whole body
mutilation, prostitutes...

I should have seen it.

Fuck.

Who? Who is he
imitating?

Jack the Ripper.

Another prostitute was brutally
murdered in West Hollywood last night.

Last night's violent murder here on
Sunset Boulevard is the second...

second exact recreation of
the Jack the Ripper murders,

which occurred
over 100 years ago.

News 15 sources believe
the LASD Coroner's Office

will shortly issue
a report with evidence

that both women were
cut exactly 39 times.

Killed at least 6 women
in 1888, was never caught.

You stay here, Timmy.

The violent murder of two women
in West Hollywood this week

seems to precisely mimic

the extraordinarily
brutal crimes committed by

Jack the Ripper, in
London, over 100 years ago.

Further, we are
exploring the possibility

that these recent murders
may have been committed by

the same man who
killed two women

in a similar fashion

on Sunset Boulevard
seven years ago.

Detective!

Detective, over here!

Just one question! Over here!
Does this mean...

Is it possible Alonzo Rodriguez

was innocent of the two murders

for which you and the DA
had him executed?

In light of new evidence, LASD
has informed the mayor's office

that it intends to reopen
the Rodriguez file.

Sir! Detective! Detective!
Question, one more question!

Detective Manning,
please, over here!

Sir! Please,
please, sir!

Tell Gregor to pull up anything
he can on Jack the Ripper.

Timeline, number of victims,
odd facts, anything.

This lunatic's not done yet.

Where you going?
Be back around 4:00.

Mr. Manning.

Hi, I'm
Dr. Stevens.

I'd like to speak with you for a
moment before you see your wife.

She's making some progress,

but still experiences
intense bouts of depression.

It's necessary for us to have
someone with her at all times.

Your daughter was adamant that
you not be allowed to visit.

Yeah, you people didn't seem so
excited about me being here either.

Well, that's more your
daughter's feeling right now

than your wife's.

Or mine.

But just to be safe, if she begins
to get upset, even slightly,

I'm going to have the attending
nurse stop the visit immediately.

What do you people
think I'm gonna do?

She's my wife,
for Christ's sake.

Just don't expect too
much, she's extremely...

Are you gonna let me
see her, or not?

Hello, Chandler.

Hi, Mags.

It's good to see you.

Yeah, I'm sure I look wonderful.

No, you look good.

I hope it's all right I came.

I suppose I'll always have this.

Why'd you do it, Mags?

You have to go.

Oh, Mags, please. No, I can't.
Please.

Nurse.

You have to leave
now, Mr. Manning.

Please.

Now!

Oh, God!

No!
Leave me alone!

Don't touch me!

Please!

Go!

Go!

Leave me alone!
No! Please, no!

I'd have come for that.

It was delicious.

Thank you.

Would you like some coffee?

That would be nice.

Where's your husband?

He's at work.

I thought he worked nights.

Oh, he leaves early.

He goes to the gym, and then
does who-knows-what beforehand.

And gets in
at 3:00 a.m.?

You heard him.

That doesn't leave you
a lot of time together.

No.

Well, what time did you
get in last night?

You must have been very quiet.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I know that's none
of my business.

I'm afraid I have some work I

need to do.

Oh.

Thank you for the breakfast.

Um...

I'm glad you came over.

There's no damn way I'm handing
this over to the Feds. Or LAPD.

Look, it's too late, okay? The Fed
profiler is meeting with Sam now

and they wanna see us.

Shit.

All right. We'll
meet the profiler.

But when Smith comes, you
don't show him a fucking thing.

You got me? Not
a fucking thing.

What are you doing?

I was trying to dry my
trousers and they caught fire.

You're welcome to use
the dryer in the house.

Well, these are lost now.

Think I might borrow one or two

of the things I saw
in the closet?

Sure.

It seems your husband
and I are a close fit.

So, he wants everything. Who
was killed, how many, when, how,

police reports...
From 1888?

Uh-huh. Come on, you
don't need me for this.

Everything on Jack the Ripper
is in the public record.

Why don't you just Google it?

Or go get the book
down at the Barnes & Noble?

Look, he wants it
by 3:00, okay?

I mean, it beats me why you didn't
think it was the same guy all along.

Going after whores,
cutting them up...

Find me the file
number, would you?

All right, here it is.

Rolston, with an "O."

Well, two "O's." 1422,
aisle 14, second shelf.

So you fried the wrong guy?

That's a bummer, huh, Detective?

Fuck off.

What the fuck are you doing?
Why are you following me?

Fuck you, man!

Just making sure
you had the files.

Get the fuck out of here!

You know your man
Manning was here today.

You know, the cop on TV.
Manning's here?

Just went out the back door.

Shit.

Did he take anything? Said he
couldn't find what he wanted. Asshole.

I go back there to make
sure he found the files,

bastard pulls a gun on me.

A gun? What file
name did he want?

Rolston, with an "O."

Well, two "O's."

What am I doing?

I forgot my bag.

Who were you expecting?

Sorry. Sorry I'm late.

Doctor's appointment.

So, Doc, what have we got?

How big, how old, Hispanic,
White, Asian, what?

Well, I can't give you specifics,
Detective. You know that.

Just a general profile.

And even there,
we have to be careful

about making too
many assumptions,

as your killer likely
knows he's being evaluated

and will modify his behavior

to keep from giving
away too much.

So what you're
basically saying is that

he could be messing with us?

Yes, that's right.

Jesus Christ, could somebody please
tell me something we don't know?

Come on, Chandler. Let's at
least hear what she's got.

The precise replication of
the murders of Jack the Ripper

is clearly psychotic obsessive.

And we have to consider that the
comments made by Detective Manning

several years ago, comparing
Rodriguez to the Ripper,

may well have triggered
this obsession.

Bullshit!

That was after he'd cut
two women to pieces.

What is this, some kind
of retroactive obsession?

She may be right, Chan. Those first
two murders were all over the place.

They were cut up, but no
real MO, not like these ones.

Gee, thanks, Sam.

He's obviously
extremely intelligent,

and from the way the last
victim was dissected,

it looks like he's had some
formal medical training.

What about motive?

Difficult. It could
be a consequence

of any number of
psychological factors,

psychosis,
schizophrenia, bi-polar,

childhood trauma, sexual abuse.

A serial killer's motives, anger,
desire for revenge, whatever,

are almost always
profoundly abstracted.

In this case, it's odd because,

while there's
enormous sexual rage,

there isn't any
actual sexual assault.

Is that typical?

Nothing's typical.
It is unusual,

however, to find such a violent

manifestation of
hyper-vigilant psychosis

directed at the opposing gender

without an autoerotic trigger.

It means he gets off
on the killing.

And the chase, of course.

Not unlike the original
Jack the Ripper.

What about the gap? Why
would he kill two women,

then disappear for seven years,
then start all over again?

Two, ten, twenty years, sometimes
they're able to stop altogether.

I imagine that, most of the
time, this guy appears normal,

like you and I. Has a job, goes
to work, maybe even has a family.

So, he just couldn't
hold off anymore?

Possibly.
Or?

Or he wants to get back
in the limelight again,

misses the cat and mouse.

But my guess is he's
fixated on you, Detective.

I think he wants to get closer,

and is leaving these
Ripper clues on purpose.

That's where I would start.

Thought you might have
some scissors lying around.

Two-for-one tonight, hon.

Piss off! You piss
off, limp dick!

What about this guy?

He looks kind of cute.

Well?

Well, I think this is an exact
re-creation of the double Ripper murders

of Elizabeth Stride and Catherine
Eddowes on September 30, 1888.

You've been doing your homework.

The letter with the red ink
that we received three days ago?

That is word for word the
same as the "Dear Boss" letter

that the Ripper sent three days before
Stride and Eddowes were murdered.

Got something here, Detective.

I know.

- Looks like about a 10.
- Yeah.

Will you get these
people the hell back?

I want a photograph of that.

Excuse me.

"Batty"? What
does that mean?

I don't know, but it sure
as hell means something.

Hey, shouldn't we have
forensics do that?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

It's been cut with scissors.

How did you know
that was in there?

A piece of Catherine Eddowes'
apron was found on Goulston Street

the night of the
double Ripper murders.

It had been used to scrawl a message
in blood, just like over there.

And there was a witness.

What?

The Eddowes murder.

There was a witness.

How tall was he?

Well, he was maybe
about your height.

Was he White, Black, Hispanic?

I... I...

I only saw him from behind.

It was just too dark.

But he was wearing

a long, dark coat.

Oh, and he was carrying a small,

black bag.

Over 100 years ago.

And speculation is growing
that this may in fact be

the same killer who murdered two
prostitutes on Sunset Boulevard

seven years ago.

Which would mean the L.A.
County Sheriff's Office

and District Attorney

may have wrongly convicted
and executed Alonzo Rodriguez.

How many more innocent people
like Alonzo Rodriguez must die

before we realize that it's the death
penalty itself that's the mistake?

Right now, there are 600...

No, stay. Stay.
It's a zoo out there.

Awaiting execution
in California prisons,

140 of whom no longer even
have lawyers to represent them.

Now, do the math.

More innocent people will die
because of this archaic...

This guy is intentionally
stoking up the Latino community.

Things could get
nasty for a while.

Yeah, but he's right.

I missed something.
What?

Close the door.

What's this?

The Lusk letter?

The one that the Ripper
sent to George Lusk

after the double murders
of Stride and Eddowes?

Did this just come in?

It was in the Rodriguez file.

Rodriguez? That was
seven years ago.

You remember what
the Fed profiler said?

Yeah.
Well, she was right.

After we arrested Rodriguez, I made
some offhand comment to the press

about how we'd gotten rid of
a modern day Jack the Ripper.

A few days later,
the letter arrived.

You know, strange shit
comes in here all the time.

I just tossed it in the file.

I completely forgot about it,

until we received the "Dear
Boss" letter last week.

Well, we don't know
it's from the same guy.

No, I had it tested, outside.
Ink, paper, handwriting,

it's all the same.
You took something

out of Rodriguez's file, tested it,
and didn't tell anyone about it?

Jesus Christ, you are
such a fucking rookie.

How long do you
think it would take

for Smith and the Feds
to move in here

once they found out we'd missed
key evidence on the Rodriguez case?

Take a look at this.

He's been matching the original
Ripper victim for victim.

Just Annie Chapman
and Mary Jane Kelly left.

If we don't catch this guy,
he's gonna kill two more women

and then what? Disappear for
another seven fucking years?

We got a week. Maybe
two, and that's it!

You think Smith's gonna come in
here and help us catch this guy?

Hey, what's this?

It's the footprint from
the double murder scene.

It's a boot, actually.

Size 10. Made by Raptor Footwear
out of Washington State.

Rubber sole. You could find these
all over the place 10 years ago.

Tread's worn thin.

- Hello?
- Detective Manning,

I have the Mayor for you.
Oh, hi, Bill.

I need you to come down
to City Hall.

Yeah...

No, I'll be there.

And that Detective Manning
drew his service revolver

and pointed it at the attendant

in a threatening manner
without provocation.

Further, Detective Manning
has systematically excluded

all outside agencies from
the information chain

in order to impede
an independent review

of the case by the LAPD
and the FBI in particular.

Tell us what you took
from Rodriguez's file.

All this is bullshit!
Come on, Bill.

Can't you see Smith's just trying
to weasel his way into this?

What, you're gonna let him?

Threatening a co-worker is
hardly bullshit, Manning.

IA should have shut down your
antiquated cowboy crap years ago.

You're gonna have to take
some time off, Chandler.

Oh, so I guess you found your
scapegoat for this one, huh, Bill?

It is our decision, therefore,

that Detective Manning
is hereby suspended

pending psychological
evaluation Fuck this shit.

And a more formal and
comprehensive review

of these charges
by Internal Affairs.

Without pay.

Just a minute.

Room service.

Look at you.

I got mud on them last night,
walking across the garden.

I cleaned them in
the sink, I'm sorry.

Oh!

Those old things, who cares?

I recognize that shirt.

Yeah, it fits perfectly.

Well, if you don't
need anything else...

There you are.

What are you doing back here?

I'm washing your boots.

Smith orchestrated this.

So what are you gonna do?

I don't know.

My daughter won't speak to me,

my wife can't speak to me.

Who knows, maybe you
and I should hang out

with some of your interior
decorator friends.

Hmm. You do
need a break.

Not until I see
this lunatic hang.

I thought you didn't believe
in the death penalty.

You've been watching
too much TV.

Still meeting this Ripper
author with me tomorrow?

What, that guy?
What's the point?

We know everything about
what Jack the Ripper did.

Names of victims, where, when, and how.
We don't know him,

who he was.

There is no him, Chandler.
The Ripper was never caught.

Yeah, but we know the names
of all the main suspects.

It's my guess this lunatic
is emulating one of them.

What do I tell Smith?

Nothing.

Shit.

You leaked it.

Watch yourself, Detective.
That footprint

was probably the only
piece of information

the killer didn't know we had.

I mean, how else are we...

There are other factors
involved here, Wilkenson,

that you don't know about.

The city is in hysterics.

The public wants to know
that we're making progress.

Are we trying to catch this
guy, or run a PR campaign?

Because the only progress I see

is towards more people
getting killed.

It turns out I've made
a great many mistakes.

Alonzo Rodriguez's execution
should never have happened.

Because the burden of proof in
California death penalty cases

is too relaxed?

Not just California.

Look.

How many convictions
have been overturned

based on new DNA evidence?

Check it out. Manning's lost it.
It's not that I think

serial killers don't
deserve to die...

The death penalty, it
presupposes the infallibility

of a judicial system

where mistakes are
made all the time,

and that means that innocent
people will continue to die.

Alonzo Rodriguez
was one of them.

My part in that is something I'm gonna
have to live with for a long time.

Detective! Detective.

Rumor has it that
you've been fired,

and that LAPD has
taken over the case.

Is that true?

Things aren't always
as simple as they seem.

Joe, there's something
odd going on with Malcolm.

I think he...
Wait, hold on.

Who's Malcolm?

Our lodger.

All right, God damn it,
please, just cut the crap.

No, Joe, listen.

No, stop it!
You listen.

There is no one back there.

Don't say
that. You...

Okay. All right.
Get up.

Listen, listen. Get up!
I'm so sick of this!

He's gone out!

Come on, come on!

No! Wait!

Promise me! Promise me you'll stop
this nonsense if there's no one there!

He's out!
Promise me!

Yes. Say it! Say, "I promise."

I promise.

Is anybody in there?

Is anyone in there?

No.

There's no one in there.

Joe!

It's Amanda. I'm not in.
Please leave a message.

Amanda, honey, hi, it's Dad.

Sorry I'm calling so late.

I hope you can call me back,

because I'd really
love to see you.

I know I haven't been there
much for you or for your mother,

but I'm sure you know I went to
the clinic yesterday and saw Mom.

She wasn't too happy to see
me, but she looked good.

Well, I mean,
it was good to see her.

Maybe we could go over there
together and...

Yeah, why the hell is Manning's
name on the suspect list?

When?

He steals evidence,

and then he asks you
not to tell anyone

Tell him, Gregor.

After you left my desk, Captain
Smith and the IA guys came back,

and they made me show them
what I was doing.

Some of these sites
you wouldn't believe.

This site,
luskfromhell.com,

it's named after
the "From Hell" letter

that the Ripper sent
to George Lusk in 1888,

along with half
of Catherine Eddowes' kidney.

He showed you the Lusk
letter, didn't he, Detective?

The one he took from
the Rodriguez file?

Yeah, well, anyway, Detective
Manning was in the registry.

So what? Look, Manning's
theory is to try to find out

which of the original Ripper
suspects the killer is emulating.

And then, we'll be able
to predict his behavior.

So, digging through some obscure
Ripper sites is just good research.

That's exactly what I thought,

but then I also found
Manning's footprint

in registries of
some of the smaller,

more intensively violent sites,

where he had logged in
using an alias.

Anyway, the weird thing is,

it turns out that Manning
has been a regular

on a couple of these sites

since early '97.

That is about 18 months
before the first two murders.

The ones Rodriguez
was framed for.

And that means that Manning has been
into this Ripper shit for years!

Yeah, but that
doesn't make any sense.

Why wouldn't he
have said anything?

Because he's a fucking
lunatic, that's why!

We believe Manning constructed
the case against Rodriguez,

framing him for the first
two murders seven years ago.

We believe now
that he's setting up

someone else to take
the fall all over again.

We've done some digging into Manning's
past. He fits the profile exactly.

What profile? The lonely burned-out
cop with marital problems?

No, this is textbook.

In and out of
foster homes as a kid,

troubled family life,
suicidal wife,

depression, it's all there.

You just described half of
L.A., for Christ's sake!

Look, there's not a chance in
hell Manning killed anyone.

If you are too close, Detective,
you need to tell me now.

What are we doing here?

I don't want Smith seeing
us meet with Lester.

Interesting.

Relax. He said 4:00.
Give him a few minutes.

Look. Tell me,
why did you want us

to assemble a file
on Jack the Ripper

if you know so much
about him yourself?

No, the file was for you.

The Tumblety
case is interesting.

No one really knew
he was a suspect

until about 10 years ago,

when a letter written by a
Scotland Yard Chief Inspector,

John Littlechild, was
discovered by a journalist,

when sealed documents
were released

under the British
Freedom of Information Act.

He was an American who lived
in England for a short time,

his arrival in London neatly coinciding
with when the murders started

and his departure with
when they suddenly stopped.

The Tumblety theory holds that
no one knew he was a suspect

because certain members
of the police kept it quiet

and avoided releasing
any information on him

for fear he might flee, which, of
course, he did in the end anyway.

And how do the facts
here point to him?

Well, they don't, really,

except for what your witness
said about a black bag.

I remember reading somewhere that
Tumblety left behind a black bag.

At least, I think it was Tumblety.
I'll have to check my notes.

Yeah, so what have we got here?

Klosowski, the medical student,
Isenschmidt, the butcher,

Tumblety, the American.
Which one is it?

Well, if you want one, my guess
is Isenschmidt, the butcher.

But I'd be careful
about the obvious.

There's a reason the
Ripper was never caught.

And I doubt your killer is leaving
behind any clues he doesn't want to.

How long you been
a Ripper expert?

A long time.

Why do you ask?

Jack the Ripper was
the personification of evil.

No motive, flauntingly
violent, never caught.

Iago with a knife.

A fucking shadow lurking in the
darkest corner of the human mind.

How long?

He's the reason
the police even exist.

Anyway, enough of
the 20 questions.

Look, if we're gonna cover
all the names on this list,

we need to split up.

Why don't you drop me off?

No, no, no, no. Let's
just stay together, okay?

It's not that many
names, and besides,

you're on suspension.

That's touching.

Sure, why not?
Let's stick together.

Like Smith and Jones.

Thank you, ma'am.

Dead's a good alibi.
Who's next?

All right, next.
Joe Bunting.

Another one of those
at the gym on Sunset

the night of the double murders.

Might explain the black bag.

Lives on 129 Whitechapel Street.

It's a pretty thin connection,

but Whitechapel is the 1.5 square
mile area on the East End of London

where all the Ripper
murders took place.

It also happens to be exactly
the same size as West Hollywood.

Mrs. Bunting?

Yes?

Hi, I'm Detective Wilkenson,
and this is...

I recognize you.

We'd like to come in
and ask a few questions

if you and your husband
are available.

Well, he's not here, and I
just got my son down for a nap,

so Joe will be back
later, in the morning,

if you'd like to come back then.

Ma'am, we won't be more
than a few minutes.

Please.

Usually he gets off
around 1:00,

but he doesn't always
come straight home.

It would be helpful if we
could speak with him tonight.

Where is he?

He sometimes goes to the
gym first, with Bill.

They work together, and
it's near their building.

But it's too late. They're
probably at work by now.

What's the address?

19000 Sunset near Doheny.

He's a security guard.
They both are.

What's back there?

Oh, that's just an extra room

where we store some of
my husband's old things.

Anybody staying there?

No.

Mind if we take a look?

No.

Whose are these? Those
are my husband's.

Mmm-hmm.

Well, thank you, Mrs. Bunting.
I'm sorry we troubled you.

Okay.

She's hiding something.

You notice the way
she wouldn't look at us

when we went into
the guest house?

Maybe she kicked her
husband out of the house.

Get a search warrant
from Rollins.

I want to take a
good look back there.

They're not gonna find anything.

They're not gonna find anything.

Were you and Bunting
working last week,

the nights of March 14 and 17?

I don't know.
Maybe.

What's all this?

You finish with him.
I'll call you in an hour.

Where are you going?

Annie Chapman.

Same incisions.

Same body position,
same everything.

And her uterus is missing.

Where have you been?

What's that supposed to mean?

You didn't go home, did you?

Most people with
a bottle of red ink

would have it hidden away
these days, don't you think?

I don't know what you mean.

Come now, Ellen. You must
have read the papers.

No, I...

You can't just come in here

and start snooping around.

I wasn't.

I wasn't. I was just trying to clean behind
the cabinet, it must have tipped over.

No one will know.

Ellen, please.

I shouldn't have raised
my voice, I'm sorry.

No, no.
I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have
raised my voice.

Ha!

Shit, man, don't do that!

I might have shot you.
Yeah, right.

You're gonna have to learn
how to shoot first.

Where you been?
The cops were here.

What'd you tell them?

Take it easy.
Nothing.

They just asked about Ellen,

what we did last week,
a bunch of stupid shit.

That's it?

They didn't ask
about anything else?

Like what?

It's gotta be here somewhere.
Captain!

It looks like we
found something.

Got him.

Call me the minute he shows up.

Shit!

You're leaving.

Tumblety.

Please.

No one has to know.

I'll do anything.

Hello?

I'm looking for Street Wilkenson.
Is this...

Hey, Cat. It's okay,
baby. I got it.

Hi.

Hi. Who's that?

My wife.
Your wife?

She's really been looking
forward to meeting you.

Here's me thinking I was
being so fucking open minded.

Yeah, right.

What do you
want? It's late.

It's not Isenschmidt.
It's Tumblety. Ah!

Bunting is Tumblety,

and that black bag is in that guesthouse.
I'm sure of it.

Chandler, there's still nothing

to connect any of
this to Bunting.

We find that black bag, and
there will be. Let's go.

Wait, wait, wait.
You mean right now?

Listen, this prick Smith has been
already through my apartment.

He's got two of LAPD's finest
staked out, waiting for me.

We don't have much time.
Chandler,

why do you care so much about
what Smith knows or doesn't know?

We're all after the same guy.

Well, since when have you
started defending Smith?

You told him?

Hey, look, you can't
just go over there.

Bullshit!

This asshole has
got one more murder,

then he fucking disappears.

Okay, just one second.

Let me get dressed.

We still have to call Smith.

The only prints I found
match those of a woman,

presumably the wife. Same
as those in the main house.

That's it. I'll tell the Captain.
Okay.

We're done here.

It's clean, no black
bag, no prints.

Nobody's been
back here, Chandler.

Let's go. Smith
wants to talk to us.

No, there's something else.

They knew we were getting close.

Why else would they all leave
in the middle of the night?

I'm gonna take
another look around.

Oh, what? You think
I should go with you?

Just don't touch anything.

Let's get everybody out of here.

Okay. There's nothing.
It's clean.

Get someone in here
to open this thing!

You fucking left him out there?

It's stuck. Just
open the damn thing!

Bingo.

Jesus, God.
Right.

No, you'd better do this.

I wouldn't want
to taint anything.

Yeah, it's Smith. Get a
car over to 19000 Sunset.

There's a security guard
there, his name is Joe Bunting.

He works in the security booth.

No, no, no. Just hold
him until I get there.

Get over to the lab right away.
Run them for prints

and against the ink in both
of the earlier letters.

Call me as soon
as you get results.

I don't care what time it is.

Well, it looks like
LAPD got their man.

Hold out your hands.

What for? There's clearly
been nobody living here,

and my guess is that we
won't find prints anywhere.

Will we, Manning?

Now hold out your hands.

I'll be there in 15 minutes.

Okay. Bye.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say
can and will be used...

What, you think I
planted all of this?

You have the right
to an attorney.

Oh, don't fucking do this!

Shut up, Manning.
It's over!

When you get through here,
take him down to the station.

Do you understand these
rights as I have read them?

Excuse me. We're
looking for Joe Bunting.

Tape it up. Get
everybody out of there.

Yeah. Smith.

Bunting's gone AWOL, sir.
Nobody knows where he is.

Well, find him, God damn it!

Hey, Amanda.
Hey, Matt.

Are you guys coming out later?

No, I got a lab due tomorrow.

That's a bummer.
Yeah. Later.

See you.

Everybody out.
Take a look at this.

I have to take you in.

This is a map of London.

These red marks, they're
the exact location

of all the Whitechapel
murders in 1888.

George Yard, Buck's Row,
Hanbury Street,

double murder at Mitre Square,

and the last murder
at Miller's Court.

Now this is West Hollywood,

and the red marks
are the locations

of all the Sunset murders
over the last week.

So?

So, there's one too many.

We've got a match.
With what?

The red ink is a positive match

with the ink from
the last letter,

and there are traces of
blood mixed in with it.

We've got a pair of Raptor boots

the exact same size
as the footprint

and we're testing fibers
from some burned clothes

we found buried at
the side of the house.

Yeah, I suppose you think
I planted all that, too.

Thanks.
See this one...

This one's new.

Oh, God! No!

Get me the fuck out
of these things, now!

It's an apartment
building, 19015 Sunset.

All right, what else do
we have on Mary Jane Kelly

other than she was
the last victim?

She was butchered
beyond recognition.

In her own room.

Answer, damn it!

Which one?
221.

Amanda!

Hey, get out of there!

What the hell is going on?

Who are you?
Who are you?

I'm Amanda's father.
You know where she is?

Yeah, I just saw her
a couple of minutes ago.

She was headed to the
House of Blues. Shit!

What about her?
Is that her?

Yeah, it is.
Thank God!

Hey!

Oh, Christ! No!
Shit!

Amanda, get down!
Police!

Are you all right?
I'm okay.

Are you hurt?
I'm okay.

Stay with her.
I'll be back.

- I'll be back.
- No, don't...

It's okay. He's headed
back to the house.

Don't!

Stop! Police!

Requesting Code 3 back up.

Suspect heading to
129 Whitechapel Street.

Police. Come out!

Come out! It's over!

Shit.

Right here.

He's inside the house.
Give me that flashlight.

Go back. Go back
around the front.

Oh, my God!

Drop it! Now!

What was that?

Oh, my God.

Oh, Jesus.

It's unbelievable.

It explains how she was able to get
so close to each of her victims.

She's advanced schizophrenic.

She never recovered from a traumatic
childbirth about 8 years ago.

Seems the OBGYN
really messed things up,

and after two days
of an intense labor,

finally does a cesarean, but
the baby is dead. Stillborn.

After the baby died,
about 8 years ago,

the first wave of murders began.

Sometime after that, to escape
the horrors of her experience

and later her own
brutally violent behavior,

she retreated into
her imaginary world.

It's amazing, really. She's an
extraordinarily intelligent woman,

and she describes everything
in meticulous detail.

She talks mainly about
two imaginary characters.

Timmy, which is the name
of her stillborn son,

and a lodger, whom
she invented recently,

a kind of romantic fantasy, and
also to complete the self-delusion

that she was not the person
imitating Jack the Ripper

and killing these young women.

It's all in her mind.

She believes that Timmy
and the lodger exist

in the same way that she
believes you and I exist.

So she's completely insane?

She simply invented a person who
was obsessed with Jack the Ripper

through whom she could literally
conduct exhaustive research

and act out these
brutally savage crimes.

And you have to remember that
your evidence against Rodriguez

was always circumstantial.

She could never have done
all of this as Ellen.

Captain, we're gonna
bring her out, okay?

Car's ready.

Thank you.

Don't worry. We'll look
after Timmy for you.

Timmy?

Timmy died 7 years ago.

At 2:30 this morning,
the LAPD and the FBI,

working with
the L.A. County Sheriffs

here at the West
Hollywood Station,

arrested Mrs. Ellen Bunting

at her house on Whitechapel
Street in West Hollywood.

Mrs. Bunting will shortly undergo
a complete psychological...

Why didn't you go with Smith?

You don't think it's her.

Hello?

I saw the sign out front,
about the room for rent?

Oh, yes, please.
Come in.

So, did you just move
to Santa Monica?

Uh. Not really, no.

I'm just looking for something new.
Something

to inspire me.

Great.
Let me show you around.