Original subtitles

All right, shut up, you evil drunks.

Shut it!

As I was a-walking by St James's Hospital Early

the morning, the warm was the day

When who should I see but one of my comrades?

All wrapped up in flannel and cold as the clay.

Then beat the drum lowly and play your pipe slowly. And

sound the dead march as you carry me along.

And fire your bundles right...

The chaplain was kneeling down by his bed.

His poor head was aching, his poor heart was breaking.

This poor young trooper cut down in his prime.

For I'm a young trooper cut down in my...

Read.

Dr. Baxter Phillips done his work? He has, sir.

Inspector Abberline was there.

Your dead room was requisitioned for him.

Another streetwalker.

Murdered, I shall say, at the hands of your Captain Jackson.

And that is your surgeon's opinion.

He goes to prepare his report.

But is convinced, nonetheless, that she is Ripper.

Throat cup.

Commencing left, terminating right.

Abrasions on the spine.

Access to the pelvic organs secured with one incision.

Rib cage to pubis. As before.

Parts of the bladder taken, and the womb also.

That organ recovered at Captain Jackson's lodgings on Tenter Street.

And what has it led you to search there?

Same communication that reported this poor creature's whereabouts?

It is sufficient, Inspector, to draw this case to a close and name him.

Do you think, Fred?

then hanging my American will return your sleep to you.

Obsessions are addictions, which may not be defeated by actions in the physical

world, but by a change of temper in the mind.

Come on, Reed.

We both know what gives here. Fred Abberline is fixated, I grant you, but

he's honest.

Led to your innocence, he will respond accordingly and have you freed.

And it's you that pilots him there, is it? I hope to. Now.

You really want to stop this? You want to save my neck from restretching? Of

course I do. Then you return to me my pistol, you forget those keys are yours,

and you take a walk.

Can I have this fantasy given extra credence?

A vigilante patrol scouring the streets looking for your head to break? No.

No.

You bide your time, and you trust in me.

Sergeant Arthur, do you recall the cigarette seller, Joseph Lowand?

A witness at the Addow's inquiry.

Saw whoever she was with that night.

Goes by the name of Lavender now, sir. Have them rusted and brought to me. Sir.

Come in.

Oh, Rosie, you have a visitor.

I never expected to find you here in Mrs. Reed's shelter.

When we are now quite recovered at Tenter Street, our gentlemen help us

back to our feet, all is as ever was.

Except, of course, the continued absence of Captain Jackson.

Beneath the key of Mrs. Reed, here's husband.

What will become of him, Miss Susan?

Mr. Abberline makes his case.

They will call him Ripper and hang him.

Which is why I would have you back with me.

Rose, a room of your very own, a key with which you can come and go as you

please.

Rose, you are not imprisoned here.

I know, Mrs. Reed.

But, Miss Hart, I cannot permit you to come here if you do so to procure.

Rose, this woman would make a penniless drudge of you.

I would not.

I give her a home, somewhere from which she may choose what to make of herself.

Rose, is it your wish that you remain here a while longer yet?

It is.

Mrs. Reid.

Miss Susan, you took me from the streets and gave me a home.

But I am set now on improving my circumstances further still.

How will you do that, girl?

I will not hex myself by saying yet.

But I do hope to tell you all very soon.

Mr. Lavender, most grateful for your visit.

Am I to believe there was choice in the matter? What does that man do here?

He helps us. And may confirm your convictions, Chief Inspector, that

Jackson is Ripper.

Your office, now.

Do you not consider witness identification a key constituent? That

man?

An eccentric at best, a loon at worst, and full clap at a man with Catherine

Eddowes, and still could not describe him to us. But now we have something

that we lack then. We have a suspect in custody for him to make comparison.

Or are you afraid of what he might say?

Follow us, Mr.

Lavender.

Mr. Lavender, it is a year since I know, but there is a man beyond we wish you to

study.

Please step forward.

Closer.

Look at him.

Well? No, I cannot say.

It is what I have tried to tell you.

Yes, that night I saw him.

But I saw nothing in him, where his face should be.

Only darkness.

This Ripper, he is Deepuk.

You chase him.

You are fools.

Whatever peace you have known, you will know it no longer.

This all does nothing, Edmund.

Come on. Your repair is not for finding.

Only for hunting.

Hobbs's wife.

Come to collect his personals.

Hobbs was married?

I had no... I had no idea.

No, sir.

Oh, Sergeant, I'd hear your thoughts on what we might next do for Captain

Jackson. I was set on an afternoon in the bay, sir. I am old time, as you

know.

Sergeant Drake.

You explain it, son.

If you work the free Captain Jackson, or whatever name it is we should now call

him by, I'm sorry, but you must do so alone.

I honestly think I'm guilty of this woman's killing. The others also, that

we at last have our man. Mr. Reed, I care not.

All I know is, the man who made that woman widow, Frank Goodnight, he came to

this town in search of our American.

You're...

association with captain jackson it has done us a little bit ill in my humble

opinion look at these last months bellen we've done some good with his help have

we not you tell that to dick hobbs see if you can rouse agreement from him

Miss Erskine. I am sorry if I'm late, Mr Trumper. I missed my omnibus at Bethel

Green and had to wait. Not at all.

It's wonderful to see you again.

You did have me worried, however.

That you might have changed your mind.

I know, sir.

I've been greatly looking forward to meeting with you once more.

Shall we take a walk?

When I saw the Estancia for the first time, two days' ride from Buenos Aires,

it is...

Magnificent. It's 50,000 acres, 70,000 head of cattle.

But there have been sacrifices.

Ten hard years of labor and... Well...

I am a man who wishes for a family.

For a wife.

I would find that wife here rather than in the Argentine.

To think that we are introduced to the pages of a newspaper.

Well, it is a wonder.

Miss Erskine, without wishing to seem over-forward, but do you imagine that

such a life might suit you?

Mr. Trump, right.

I know nothing of the world, except for this patch of sky right here.

But I would change that.

Do you think that you might begin to call me Victor?

I'm Rose.

Rose.

As we agreed, I've brought us a picnic.

Miss

Rose?

Are you unwell?

I feel like...

I'm right.

Oh, please!

Someone! Call a carriage.

Can you hear me?

Cheers, Lev.

This one?

He threw his neighbor's son off the roof of Christchurch Spitalfield.

The company I keep these days, Reed.

Sergeant Drake.

Miss Susan?

Rose is no longer with us. Have you not heard?

Oh, I heard, all right.

I, uh... She's the reason I come.

Is it true, Sergeant, you were sweet on Rose, but that she let you down?

That makes her a fool.

And more besides, there's not a girl here who doesn't think you're the finest

of men.

Miss Bennet.

Sergeant? Would you keep a secret for me?

Till my death?

If we just... sat here for a while.

In his chair.

You and I.

And perhaps I might sleep for a moment or so.

If we did that, would you tell no one what passed?

I do not ask you to lie.

Simply to say nothing if questioned.

House broken up in Truman, street theft Commercial Street, street theft Oldgate

Corner, three counts of public indecency down at Petticoat, two men cut less than

closing time in the shipwrights, one now dead, two missing persons, both teenage

girls, one on Sydney, the other Cheshire.

Are you finished, Lofton?

That is today's roll, sir, yes?

Mrs. Reid?

Morning, Al.

Come in, Emily.

Tis the third night this week you've slept in that cot.

Is it more comfortable than it looks?

No. No, I... I'm tired, Emily. I'd fall asleep on pins.

I come because... I confess myself disturbed.

Rose, the girl I took in from his hearts... What of her?

She did not return last night.

Edmund, I thought I'd since you.

What do you suppose might happen? Bennett if we sat here all day.

We'll be drunk, Mr. Reid. Whiskey.

Your rose... She's not my rose.

She's not mine.

As you well know.

According to Mrs. Reed, Rose did not return to the shelter last night.

Then she returns to type. That was my response also until Mrs. Reed told me

the shelter had been broke into.

Nothing taken but the girl's purse also.

What use our work, Bennet, if we cannot care for those we love?

You said the wastepaper had been cleared? Mm-hmm.

You noticed it full?

No. Newspapers, writing paper.

Struck me strange.

What, that she could read and write?

I suppose so, yes.

The ragged skill.

On field line.

She went there every day till she was 16.

Did you see what she read and wrote here?

Letters. Many of them received and sent.

Letters?

Can you fetch me a paper?

Mm-hmm.

She speak also of a wide network of friends and family with whom she would

correspond. She has none, sir.

Thank you.

You see these?

Circles. Many circles.

These letters, Emily, do you think it possible she might have ran and

responded to adverts in the Lonely Hearts?

It is possible, yes.

Sergeant, we are going back to work. Does that suit you?

Yes, Mr Reid.

It does.

Arthurton, read me that roll again.

Yes, sir.

House broken, up on Truman Street.

Street theft commercials.

Yes, sir. Three counts of public indecency. Two men cutlass, the closing.

Move on.

And two missing persons, both teenage girls.

What ages, precisely?

17 and 19, sir. One on Sydney Street, one on Cheshire. Sir. No toilets or

destitutes, then?

No, both housemates.

Reported last night, but missing since when?

119th, the other the 22nd.

Get men to their addresses.

Sharp like all their personal effects returned here.

Yes, Mr Reid. Johnson! Michaels!

With me, Sergeant. We return to our past.

All our ripper suspects, sir.

Hyans. Barry.

I look for one in particular.

Here.

Here.

Whoa.

Are you so desperate, Inspector, that you break through all the suspects we

ever knew?

We have the man in your cell.

Those two missing girls, particulars, sir?

Yes, sir.

They were using the lonely arts and all.

Ah.

You see? The favoured here highlighted.

Which is why I look for this man.

Victor Silver.

Cattleman.

Land in the Argentine.

Slaughters his beef there.

Refrigerates it aboard his reefer ship. Ships it for sale.

New York, the continent, London.

And once he got here, the way he liked to operate, he placed these personals

like the ones used by our missing girls.

He responded to them also, met these girls, charmed them, drugged them, took

them off the streets. Why?

We never knew. The only way he came to eyes, one of them caught him slipping a

dose of narcotics into her drink.

They fought. He produced a knife,

a long one, very sharp.

Failed to stop her from kicking his bollocks in and running to us.

But for a week or two, we fancied him for Ripper, do you remember?

And then we ruled him out.

For good reasons.

Ones which I am surprised you have forgot.

Sergeant, read from the file.

The upfront summation will suffice.

Victor Silver, cattle importer, deceased 15th of Sep...

Deceased 15th of September, 1888.

A year ago.

Read on the details of his death.

Drowned aboard the steam launch, the pride of whopping.

Drowned aboard the steam launch, the pride of whopping. No.

Missing.

No body found or washed up.

77 drowned, 5 lost, 171 saved, myself included.

This man Silver, Mr. Reed.

It's the first time I've heard his name. Look, many names mentioned last year.

Hardly surprising. Can we get a few?

Yes, sir, but tell me if I overstepped the pride of what, then?

Was that not the rules for which your daughter... Sergeant, you overstepped.

Dear Miss Erskine, I'm Clara, Victor's sister.

You took ill, so he brought you to our home.

Tis morning.

I was worried you might never wake.

I cannot remember when I ever slept so sound.

Is there somewhere you need to be?

If there is, I... I cannot remember.

Then please, I have laid out some clothes.

When you are ready, join us for breakfast.

Please.

This is my other brother, Barnaby.

And our young friend, Mary.

You are very pretty, Miss.

Please come.

Barnaby? Excuse me, Miss Rose.

Rose.

It was my greatest hope to find you still here.

I have been made most welcome.

I am blessed with my family.

Do you not agree?

Barnaby, seat of the bell.

It is the most common of plagues.

Mr. Reed, loneliness, it is the city's curse. But this, our lonely

hearts, the remedy.

Now, you may dictate the details of your desired love. Our team of editors, their

one aim, to lead you towards the happiness that all men merit. They will

transcribe, print, and forward the missives of your passion for the

smallest of prices and in total anonymity.

But were we to construct and place our own, you would print and run it for us.

Oh, so you do seek a wife for your sergeant?

Your head is a sight to behold, scribbler.

You want me to match this side with the other?

Mr. Drake, come now.

Oh, you know me.

Never obliging.

But I would know what reward we here at the Star might expect for such a

service. Perhaps...

An interview with your gunslinger, Ripper? What price these personal

advertisements? Tenpence. Then that is your reward, Mr Best.

As you compose your messages, remember this.

It will want you naive, young, lonely and lost in this world. You may dictate

your messages to these men here.

And when you do, you speak from the heart.

Tis our rose for whom we do so.

I am a gentle girl.

Shy at first, but... Eager to demonstrate.

Rose?

Are there those that miss and wonder after you?

No, Victor.

Not a soul?

It makes me weep to think of you so alone.

I do not feel so in your own, however.

I feel as happy here as I ever have.

A rose for a rose.

You cannot be so gallant.

Not with me.

Do I offend, sir?

It's quite all right, Rose.

Here.

Some more cordial.

No, I... I don't think I will.

Perhaps this time I took my leave of you.

No, Rose.

We grow far too fond of you here.

Do we not, brother?

We do, Victor.

Let Clara calm her.

Let me go!

Let me go!

Let me go!

There is violence in that one, Victor.

She has worth, however.

Not if she scratched the eyes from the man to whom she has sold.

Sweet sister, you shall look after her. And when seven weeks at sea have passed,

well, she'll be grateful merely to be alive.

Clara, hold firm.

We have but one more package yet to collect.

And then we can set to sea.

Safe in the knowledge that we need not return until the new century.

Should we wish to return at all.

Now go.

You've left the child alone.

And though we need no longer bind her to her bed.

Well, she may still run from us, given the opportunity.

You ought to see all of these printed in the morning run. And take receipt of all

marked applicants yourself.

You... You heard me, scribbler.

The accident I told you of.

My daughter.

There was a man aboard that boat.

A man whose remains were also never recovered.

But all thought him dead.

This man.

survives then.

So also you think perhaps your daughter.

I've always known it.

I've known she was out there somewhere.

But this, this secret dream that now takes life, it is not for

you to share with me.

Your daughter had a mother. A mother who would have me call her dead and gone.

No, Edmund, no.

I cannot be the sounding board for your guilt.

You seek forgiveness, an ally in the hope that your life might return to

what it once was.

I cannot provide these things for you.

Please, you should go home.

Have you been here all night?

Please sit down, Emily.

I would speak with you.

One of the five unrecovered from the steam cruiser that day.

A man, name of Silver.

I believe he still breathes.

Matilda, she was with him.

How? Because she was with me.

When I was at work.

He was a candidate of mine for Ripper.

I had men put on his lodgings with orders to alert me should he leave.

I came home. For the first time in ten days. You had asked me to, so that you

might go visiting in Harrow. So that I may have an hour or two for myself.

If you even begin to lay this at my door, I will leave this moment and you

will never see me more.

He was moving south.

And so you decided to take her with you?

To have our daughter by your side as you stalked this man?

Should I have left her here?

Yes, Edmund, you should have.

You say she was with him?

We picked him up on Petticoat Lane.

She held my hand as we walked south for the docks at St. Catharines.

Do you remember how she loved the boats?

We bought tickets.

The launch sailed.

Matilda joined a gaggle of young, running back and forth on the upper

deck, which is where I found him.

He had met a girl, Veronica Atkins.

Her drowned body recovered one week later in Greenwich.

He had bought her lemonade, which I feared he would drug.

I stepped forward. He saw me.

Knew me for what I was.

At which moment it all came to pass.

The ship struck.

The hull split.

The deck lurching into the air.

The gaggle of girls slipping across it.

Matilda calling for me as she fell.

All was aflame.

The steam pipe came down upon me. I could not move.

Could not reach her as she fell past this man into the water beneath him.

Where he, unable to cling on, also fell an instant later.

Do you see, Emily?

He might be able to say.

To recall that no, she sank like a rock to the floor of the Thames, or that yes,

she clung to Driftwood, or even to he himself.

Stop, stop.

You raise a hope that sinks its claws into me.

If it is forlorn, Edmund, I dare not think what will become

of us.

Florence. Authoress and composer of music.

32. Wishes to meet with a true gentleman.

Too old.

Eat up.

Help!

Help me!

Help!

Help!

Don't move. Sit here.

Don't move.

Malinson! Send to Inspector Reid.

Tell him there's a lonely, hot cattleman here.

Name of Trumper.

Victor Trumper.

You, name?

Villa.

I cannot watch from close this man.

If it is he, he has had sight of me before.

But the sergeant here will never be far. We have a carriage outside.

For caution, Bella.

I am very proud of you.

Miss Culver?

Mr.

Trumper.

Well,

I am sure all these of you say the same, but you are, forgive me, a beautiful

woman.

Cannot see him clear enough.

Would you call me Victor?

Shall we stroll a little?

I should like that.

Riggs and Michaels track along the ridge above, Drake in their steps, none closer

than 50 yard.

I shall cut left, see if I can get closer. Go, go.

I took the liberty.

Please.

It's lemonade.

Made by my sister.

Where was it you lived before you came to this city?

Southend, sir.

Please, call me Victor.

Do drink some more of your lemonade.

We should walk a little more.

No, sir, I'm happy here.

No.

You shall call me Victor.

And we shall walk.

You!

Whoever you are!

You stop right there. You.

It is you. I see any of you move.

She's dead.

Damn you, Silver.

Damn you. You stay alive. You stay alive.

You're all right.

Yes, you remember me.

You remember me. You remember my little girl, Silver.

You remember her also.

Tell me, did she live?

Do you have her?

Did you see her? Do you have her?

No.

No. No. No.

No.

He's the only one!

He's the only one, do you understand? He's the only one who can say whether

she lives!

His sister.

He spoke of his sister.

Jackson!

Are you still on my ticket?

Yes, I am. Then I need you now by my side.

I need to know where he's been the last 48 hours. You can help me.

He has Miss Riles under key somewhere.

Others also.

This was about him.

You expect me to work like this? Yes, I do, for now, yes. Well, then get him

stripped, goddammit.

These in his coat, they are customs dockets for cargo transit aboard a ship.

The Clara Mae.

It's eight separate items, large ones, too.

She sells in a day. There's matter in his lungs.

What is it?

I can't say yet.

I need to remove the tissue, set it in wax.

They make a cross-section, and I can tell you.

What's this?

I have to cook it. Cook it? Yes, cook it.

Get some scissors and cut a patch.

Patience, Reed.

Just a matter of minutes.

So is this her?

Is this the woman I'm supposed to have slaughtered? What if she is?

If I could see a way...

Of clearing myself of this, would you grant it to me?

Not if it involve you leaving this room, Captain. It does not.

Just tell me you ain't burned, Frank Goodman.

One dead Pinkerton.

Stands in my way, shall find my foot on his throat!

The three of you, I'll see you on the rope with him.

Enough!

This man is Homer Jackson.

He is my surgeon.

A man I trust to show me to the truth as I have always done.

Now make your case, Captain.

Do you see any stripes here?

Blood drawn?

No.

This woman dead five days, yes?

Yes.

You see here, these two fingernails broken.

Skin from her assailant.

Now, Inspector, you will confirm that I have not yet opened this sack.

I will.

Frank, good night.

The man that I shot dead out there, a man with a long history of malice held

in my direction.

What do you see?

Scratches. Four of them. Two metal deepest, corresponding with the broken

nails. Right hand, left side of neck.

Circumstance. Charles. I've not yet finished. Sergeant Drake, describe me.

An adjective or two.

American. So you keep saying.

Fickless. Come on, describe my appearance.

Unwashed. Scraggly. Thank you.

Frank Goodnight here was not.

You can smell the hair oil on him still.

Macassar.

It was wound about her fingers.

Smell it.

Strike you as familiar at all. If you wish to pursue your current course of

action, you be my guest.

You and I will be pitched apart, Fred.

The press will celebrate it, your name blackened or mine.

But the same truth still abides. This man is not the man you seek.

Will you let us get about our duty?

Well.

It's organic.

Lignified. Could be sawdust or wood shaving. And his lungs.

Heavily calloused.

What's he been building?

The patch from his trousers.

Ammonia. The refrigeration wadding on his ship as he's stripping it. To make

his hold more inhabitable.

Sir, the custom dockets. Eight different units.

He's constructing his own sea cans.

Each one large enough to hold a grown woman while he traffics her across to

South America.

But it's seven weeks to the Argentine. Captain, the medicine with which he

doped that girl. Bodnum.

Cut with passionflower tincture keeps you calm and happy no matter the

circumstance So you'd need a lot more than you collect from your neighborhood

druggist Sergeant find out where the Clara May is at dock and have a list

drawn up of all the pharmaceutical wholesalers within a two-mile reach of

it

Number

64 Here

Miss Silver!

If that is your name, we have your brother.

Which? Victor?

There is another.

She must know where these girls are kept.

Read this strategy.

I would see Victor. Would you?

Well, he is otherwise occupied with silver.

My company will have to do. Now, this is what I know.

You, your brothers, turn young women's loneliness to your own account.

You draw them in, seduce, drug, house them in cargo cans for their shipping

to South America.

And...

There my knowledge finds its limit There is much lies beyond those limits

inspector for one thing Where it is you?

Imprison your cargo before its journey for another who it is keeps watch on

them there your other brother indeed Barnaby if Victor and

I are not returned home alone and unharmed by nightfall.

He will not falter He will kill them all and not think twice

As would I.

The best you tell me where it is he keeps them.

What did Victor say when you asked him this?

He remained silent.

Then so shall I.

The child killer.

Get him stripped.

What the hell are you doing?

Creole trapper showed me how.

Never attempted it myself, though.

May I ask how it was you found us?

You have a girl known to us.

We looked for her. Which girl?

You tell me the ones you have taken.

I shall let you know when you land upon her.

And if you are mistaken?

And she is not with us? Our search will continue. You and your brothers will

still swing.

And the lives Barnaby will take?

Those innocent dead?

Will they haunt you?

My life here.

The dead are something to which I have grown accustomed.

Innocent or blameworthy.

And yet...

You believe one of ours known to you.

Perhaps I will list them for you.

Three serving maids.

We have done well from that particular constituency.

Two nurses, a shop girl, another, I believe, a whore seeking not to be so

any longer, and our last.

Well, she was due to be delivered this afternoon.

Have I named her?

Inspector. Oh, there is one more.

You have described them all. There were but eight cargo dockets.

This one does not travel in the hold.

She is far too precious for that.

No, this one we keep close.

We nurture, Inspector.

For when she has grown just a few more years, well, imagine the price we shall

fetch for her.

It was you.

The policeman on the boat that day.

Victor told me how you screamed. You will tell me where you keep her! I will

not! You wish to see brother Victor?

You shall!

No!

No, you watch!

You watch! Where?

There is not much provided in this world which aids the course of justice, so we

take what we can, Miss Silver. Do it, Sergeant!

No, stop!

You will tell me? I will!

Hold your arm!

You weren't well.

Gentle Barnaby.

Where did you find her?

Oh, not from the boat.

Merely alone on a street corner.

Inspector, that day, Victor reported seeing no other.

He said he thought it a miracle he was saved.

Perhaps then he lived on borrowed time.

He's dead, Miss Silver.

By the hand of the last girl you would have taken.

Another. Made to look like him.

You... You deceiver!

No, you can't!

I am Mr. Reed.

Dear Bennet, I wish that this letter finds you well and in good health.

I myself continue to improve under the auspices of Mrs. Reed's generous

charity. There are many things I regret in this life.

But it is the way that I have behaved with you that brings me most shame.

And this is Miss Goran.

You'll be safe here.

She is a good friend to us.

Morning. Morning.

Sergeant. Mr. Reid.

Chief Inspector Abberline?

Notable by his absence.

That man, I never knew one that needed his pipes cleaned more.

Mr. Reid, sir. What is it, Sergeant?

Ironmongers are Nelson.

Waxed up.

His credit was foreclosed and he shut his doors with four of his customers

inside. swears to murder them all if the bailiffs come for him. Is he armed? Yes,

sir.

Well... Charlie.