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� Ring around the rosies

� Pocket full of posies

� Ashes

I just need
someone to believe me.

It's a nice day.

C'mon.

JK, stop it!

I had enough today!
C'mon, babe.

Just take off your hand.

- C'mon.
- No!

Can you give me a kiss?
I'm just tired.

Let me go.

Come on,
just try to stay, alright?

No!

C'mon!

No, I'm so tired.
Come here, baby.

C'mon.

C'mon, do as I fucking say!

Were you really gonna
jump back there?

Huh?

The fuck were you doing back
there, huh?

You come to get my phone, huh?

What are you gonna do?

Delete the numbers, huh?

You piece of shit!

Fucking bitch!

My fucking phone!

My fucking phone!

I'm gonna end you, bitch!

Nina, you bitch!

I'm gonna get you.

My fucking phone!

What the fuck?

Nina, you bitch!

Nina!

Nina!

So, this is what you wanted,
huh?

Fuck me,
you scumbag.

Fuck me hard!

You like that, huh?

Dear Ruth,

I am so glad you will be
joining us

on this most special
of field trips.

You will be meeting five
of my best students,

in what I promise is a
truly unique location.

A veritable bad place.

Somewhere associated with horror

and fear throughout its history.

Cult sixties director,
J G Johnson,

shot The Darkness there,

a film that held a dark
mirror up to our souls,

and which the critics
hated so much,

it finished his career.

I have chosen you all for
your exemplary writing skills,

and the truth you will be
bringing to the assignment.

Remember, we are explorers,
you and I,

embarking on life's dark journey

to answer that
perennial question,

"What lies beyond?"

Hello.

Hello!

Professor Wise?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello!

Such places go back

to the most ancient of times,

when primitive man
hoped to understand

the darkness
that surrounded them.

Just follow these instructions
and the signs provided.

Welcome to Wonderland.

So, where's the rabbit hole?

Boo!

Ah, fuck!

Jesus Christ!

Ah, you fucking scared me, man.

Oh God!

You're going to need this.

If you don't want to
break your neck.

Fuck.

Have you noticed none of
the lights work in here?

Oh God.

What the fuck are you doing?

Nosferatu.

You are such a
little geek.

C'mon, there's stuff you
show you, you're gonna love it.

The fuck is all this junk?

Hey.

Look who's here.
Do you feel that?

Cold spots.

And you are?

Zack.

Ah, yeah, we met last night,

but we weren't
properly introduced.

I'm sorry, we?

Yes, we.

Oh.

You don't sound like your posts.

Funny, that.

You sound exactly like yours.

Alright, it's not like I

actually checked
out your profiles.

Can you feel it?

What?

The atmosphere here,
it's really intense.

Yeah, no shit.

This place really
gives me the creeps.

No one wants
atmosphere anymore.

They want scares.

Haven't you learned anything?

You were saying?

Yeah, yeah, shut up.

For fuck's sake, Denton.

So fucking dramatic!

What, calm down.

It's just a joke.

That was some entrance.

Hello.

My name is Dax.

Welcome

to the Electrowerkz.

Professor Wise is waiting
for you downstairs.

So, if you'd like
to come this way.

Keep coming.

Follow me.

Very Mario Bava.

What are you on about?

Very Gothic.

You talk so much shit.

Cool.

Welcome to Wonderland.

Rooms within rooms.

Like the inside of a

giant mind.

Please,

have a seat.

So, what is this place?

Just an old Victorian warehouse

that were used for raves.

But it has a reputation.

For generations, ghosts have
been seen within its walls.

That's why Gerard Johnson
shot The Darkness here.

We all here?

We're still waiting
for Ruth Walker.

But, I'm sure she'll
join us shortly.

I don't get the theatrics.

We could've done all
this in the classroom.

I don't think so.

I mean, who cares what
happened here?

We need to use our imaginations.

It's not as though we know,
or have experienced anything,

of real horror.

On the contrary.

I chose you all precisely because
you have made some acquaintance

with real pain and suffering.

Something you must
bring to your work here.

I didn't bring you here
to be ghost hunters,

I brought you here to
soak up the atmosphere.

And to write.

Sorry I'm late.

And here's Ruth Walker.

I'm so glad
to meet you in person.

Shall we begin?

I feel I should do
proper introductions.

This is James Mcgilvray,

the intellectual among us.

There isn't a horror movie he
hasn't seen.

Or endlessly dissected.

And this is Zack, our cynic.

Our non-believer.

Every horror story
must have one.

And this is Sadie Fisher.

And Jane Gilling.

Be careful of Sadie,

she's a bit of a witch.

And this is Denton Price.

Don't let his tough exterior
fool you.

Denton is our sensitive student,

a man who gets us
rooting for the underdog.

Monsters as victims.

And there we have it.

All my best students.

And each with their own
interesting backstory.

And what about Ruth?

There's not that much to tell.

I don't know.

What's the big secret?

Some things are just best
left not said.

Leave her alone, Zack.

You must tell us what happened.

I don't want to talk about it.

Well, that tells us a lot.

And then of course there are

your adventures with
the world of magic.

What happened?

Jane happened.

Zack, you may find that you
and Ruth

have more in common than you
might think.

So, as I said,

all of you have had some sort
of brush

with horror in your own lives.

That's what picks you out from
your peers

and gives you an edge.

Well, I had hoped we
could get to know each other

before we're ripping
each other apart.

Well said.

But, now there's someone
I'd like you to meet.

So, this, is the place
you wrote to me about.

Indeed.

This is an older
part of the building.

I hope it lives up
to your expectations.

Feel free to explore.

But be careful which doors
you open,

you can easily get lost.

What's with all the lanterns?

It's an affectation of Dax's.

He doesn't like
complete darkness.

You'll need your torches
from hereon.

Are you sure you want
to talk to the dead?

Why not?

Because sometimes

they talk back.

What?

He's not worth it.

Fucking crazy bitch.

You're all explorers, you and I.

Hey guys.

Hey guys.

Wait up.

Guys.

How are you?

Good to see you.

It's very nice
to meet all of you.

And you are?

I'm Adam Jenker, you may
not particularly know me,

but you may know of my...

From Hell House Pictures?

Yes, the preeminent studio
of horror films worldwide.

Hell House some of the best
horror films

ever to hit our screens.

Ladies and gentlemen,

would you like to have a seat,
please?

They're a good group.

Frankly, horror's in a rut.

It is a prepackaged,
plastic product.

We need something
imaginative, yet different.

Yes, it needs to scare people,

but it needs to do
more than that.

We're looking for your group,
in the next few days,

to really deliver.

We need that killer concept.

That box office kicker.

And whoever comes up
with the best concept,

can receive this deal.

A guaranteed
two million pounds...

Whoa!

...and a huge push
from the studio.

I thought you would like that.

Something real,

that's why you're here.

Sort of horror boot camp,
if you like.

Consider your dream actors
completely attainable,

and your crew,
the best on the planet.

Enough of what we have
to offer you.

I'd like to hear what
you have to offer to us.

I leave you in the capable
hands of Professor Wise

to deliver the big idea.

Never mind killer concepts.

Something worth killing for,
right?

Ladies and gentlemen,
let the pitching begin.

So, that's the hook?

No one gets out alive.

You sound like you're fantasizing
and that you are the killer.

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

Violence is what sells.

Yeah, but that doesn't make
it scary.

Hey, fuck you, man.

Vampires are so pass�.

She's not a standard vampire.

So, what, she drank the
blood of a hundred virgins?

Horror has to be balanced
with beauty.

Yeah, I still think
it sounds dreadful.

What about Ruth.

You're very quiet.

Yeah, what's in the parcel,
Ruth?

Yeah,
show us your secrets.

I bet she even sleeps
with it.

Right?

It's not my turn to pitch yet.

It sounds intense, someone
has to break the mold.

Then you want to entrance
the audience,

not just disgust them.

Yeah,
but it's not very multiplex.

There has to be a
place for serious horror.

People will get bored.

Horror with
an intellectual purpose.

It's about the apocalypse.

Denton, I love you dearly, but

it's just another spam
in the camping movie.

No it's not,
it's about ecology.

We're the monsters.

Everybody understands that.

Yeah, well try selling that
in America.

What do you think, Ruth?

Ruth?

Sorry, yeah.

I like it.

And what do you
like about it?

It has heart.

And what's wrong with that?

We are trying to write
the ultimate horror movie

to scare the shit out of people.

Who the hell cares
about social commentary?

What the fuck was that?

Well.

We seem to have created
the perfect atmosphere.

No, no, no, I'm serious.

What the fuck was that?

It's an old building.

Doors have a habit
of shutting themselves.

All of them?

You know what?

This is bullshit.

You haven't even told us what
to expect from this place.

Expect the unexpected.

But, remember, a frightened
mind can play tricks.

I'm not frightened.

This place is a fucking
health hazard.

Hollywood really does
like a 25-word pitch.

Keep it simple.

Something new.

Something no one
has seen before.

Twenty-five words, maximum.

Ruth.

Yeah, let's hear it.

The ultimate horror story.

What?

You don't believe she
can come up with that?

I don't need 25 words.

I only need three.

Jack

the

Ripper.

Jack the Ripper?

Jack the Ripper?

It's been done
a thousand times.

I don't think you understand.

What's in the box,
his immortal soul?

The Holy Grail of terror.

Something thought lost for over
120 years.

The knives in the box were
used by Jack the Ripper

to commit his murders
back in 1888.

I have the providence,

a letter from the most famous
black museum.

I have the historical papers
to prove

that the box is genuine.

The knives in this box belonged
to Jack.

But, the box must
never be opened.

Wow.

Wait, don't tell me
you believe this shit?

Well, why not?

The knives were never found,

and the crimes really happened.

Five women died
in monstrous ways.

How can you write a tasteful
screenplay about that?

It's not just a screenplay.

It's much more important
than that.

After all, isn't that the
very definition of horror?

To be both

cursed and held to ransom

by the very thing that
haunts you the most.

It's very Gothic.

It reminds me
of Shelley's Frankenstein.

But, it's just an empty box.

How do you know there's
anything inside?

I just know.

Here.

Nah.

No, way, this is fucking weird,
man.

I don't wanna believe it.

But you can't help
but believe.

That was one good session.

I will give you my opinion

on your screenplays
in the morning,

which one we'll develop
with this

fantastic location in mind.

You do realize that your
story changes nothing,

but it does up the stakes.

If the story is a potent one,

you can weave a knot
around it between your...

Right,
Dax has made up your beds.

I have a long night of
reading ahead of me.

Arguably, 28 Days Later was
the last great zombie film.

What are you talking about?

What about Land of the Dead?

With scuba diving zombies?

Fair point.

Whatever.

I'm sorry about your mother.

How did you know?

I just do.

I can feel your pain.

Yeah, well, it was
a long time ago.

Do you really believe
the knives are in that box?

Yeah, I do.

Well, I just think it's a
cheap shot to win this thing.

I told you, man.

Zack, don't be such a dick.

It's a good story though,
I'll give you that.

It's cold, do you feel that?

It's the power of suggestion.

You don't believe in all this,
do you?

Everyone needs a talisman.

I certainly believe
they ward off evil.

Except they are evil.

He killed five women.

Whatever, I'm going to bed.

Blood is spilled.

Sadie.

Sadie.

Sadie.

I suppose you think
that was very clever.

Get your hands off me.

Stealing the prize like that.

What are you talking about?

We need to find Sadie.

I think you're
working with him.

Who?

Professor Wise.

Are you crazy?

We need to plan, you and I.

Let's work together and share
the money.

We can forget about the others.

We need to follow Sadie.

No, no.

I know you came out here to
find me.

Now, let's see why they
shot that movie here.

Why are you talking like this?

Something happened
in this place.

I think you know what,

but you're not telling us.

I have no idea what
you're talking about, Zack.

I think you do!

Ruth!

What is it?

Look.

Just another trick,
something Wise got Dax to do.

Or, maybe even you.

That's bullshit, Zack.

C'mon, she's up here.

You know something about
this place, don't you?

Something from your script.

No.

I can see it in your eyes.

You know, I heard you screaming

for your mother in your sleep.

That's not true.

In your dream just now.

Sadie!

Sadie.

No.

You can't help her now.

Zack.

Zack!

What are you watching?

You alright, Ruth?

Ruth?

Ruth.

I need to talk to you.

I loved your script.

So sharp.

So atmospheric.

I got halfway through the
second act,

but then I got
a little confused.

What do you mean?

I mean,
there are pages missing.

Your script was incomplete,

and only complete scripts
can compete for the prize.

I saw something terrible
in my dream last night.

We need to talk.

And, yeah, I think we do.

I saw both
Zack and Sadie murdered.

Murdered by the Ripper,
just as it says in my script.

I think you must be mistaken.

Someone else is here.

See, Sadie's here.

I told you, it was a dream.

And Zack?

I know what I saw.

Whoever you saw,
it wasn't Zack.

He left this morning.

When I woke, I found this.

I believe he stole the
rest of your script.

I don't believe you.

Do you really think Zack
would just get up and leave?

He's been talking about this
for weeks.

He seems determined
to spoil our project.

It's a good job I had
read as far as I had.

It's impossible.

He wouldn't have just left.

I assure you he did.

I didn't see it myself,
but Dax did.

Zack had to wake him up
to get him out of here.

You lock us in here?

At night, yes.

It's just a security precaution.

This place is dangerous.

It seems Zack really
was envious of your work.

There's lots of stuff here
about unoriginal ideas,

lack of imagination, and of
course, that your box of knives,

clever though it is,
is in fact empty.

The knives.

She'll be back.

No fucking way.

We need to get them back.

It's this place.

I know it's cliche, but it
really does give me the creeps.

We don't even know they exist.

It's in my script.

The one that's
conveniently gone missing?

I saw you murdered.

No, it was the witch.

A premonition?

It's okay, I've been
here the whole time.

I saw you sleepwalking.

And then...

The Ripper's back!

I saw him.

Come on.

Wait.

I need to show you something.

It was in here.

How can you be sure
he was here?

I just know.

It's locked.

You lock this door as well?

Dax.

What do you have to hide?

I've nothing to hide.

It was in here, but
the chairs were gone.

It was just Me and Zack
and the Ripper.

You saw a dream.

It wasn't a dream!

This is where you fell.

And now the knives are
gone, this is dangerous.

Please,
we have to get them back.

How did you come into
contact with the knives?

They came to me.

They came to me,
listen to yourself.

They were given to me.

Okay.

Why you?

I was as surprised
as you are now.

You better explain it.

There's no time to explain.

Jack's knives were never
actually found.

And the Ripper's identity
was never...

No one ever knew.

It's one of England's
great mysteries.

That's why I chose your script.

Why?

Because it had something
the others lacked.

Reality.

The knives have gone.

Why aren't you
taking me seriously?

This is dangerous.

Anyway, you won,
so everything's over now.

On the contrary.

Adam Jenker isn't just giving

two million pounds just for
the script that I choose.

He wants
a fully developed project

that you have
all workshopped together.

And now that Ruth's
script has gone missing,

it's up to you guys to

rewrite it from
what you experience.

From what you see.

And to be locked in here
in the night?

No thanks.

I can prove
I was here last night.

What?

What Zack wrote on the
walls, someone had changed it

and turned it into some
kind of child's game.

And now it's just been
erased all together.

Welcome home, Eleanor.

� Ring around the rosies

Jane.

� Pocket full of posies

Jane.

I'm here.

Jane.

Jane!

Jane.

Jane.

You're okay.

Come with me.

You said yourself it
was a dream.

It wasn't a dream.

Look, he did this.

Someone else is here.

Maybe it was Zack just
playing a trick on you.

No, it wasn't, it was him.

He did this.

Someone else is here.

Zack attacked me, he thought
this whole thing was a setup.

Me, working with you.

This is just ludicrous.

Jane!

Let her go.

What have you done?

Are you hurt?

I don't know what happened
to me from behind the walls.

Something cut me from behind
the walls,

I don't know what happened.

It's alright, it's okay.

What are these?

Pages from Zack's script.

Why were they even over here?

For you to find.

They're all about Ruth.

Why would Zack write
something about Ruth?

I really don't know.

Are you okay?

I guess.

Is it alright if I sit down?

You know, they are right about
one thing.

You're not like the rest of us.

I just need someone to
believe me.

Well, I believe you,

or, I can start to believe that

you believe the knives
were in the box.

But if you never opened it,

how would you know?

I just know.

Denton, I just know.

And if you opened your ears
and listened to this place,

then so would you.

Jane knows.

So does Sadie.

They hear the whispers in
the walls just like I do.

They have the same dreams
that I have.

Listen.

Just get some rest.

Denton, that's the point.

There is no rest.

Don't you get it?

No, I don't.

Sorry.

What are you guys doing in here?

As you can see,

we found a new part of the maze.

Is she okay?

Listen, we need to find out
what really happened in here.

What, you mean when they were
shooting that film, or about before?

We need to know what Ruth
really saw.

Maybe Zack's still here,

exploiting what he knows
to win the competition.

Screw the competition.

Or maybe,
Ruth is just a fantasist.

An attention seeker.

She's not putting this on.

Oh my God.

Are you alright?

We wanted to look around

without Wise
breathing down our necks.

We need to find Wise,

and then we really need
to get out of here.

I saw that little girl
in my dream.

You must have seen it.

I told you, I don't dream.

But, I did.

I saw her.

Come on, we're wasting time,
let's go.

� Ring around the rosies

� Pocket full of posies

� Ashes, ashes

� We all fall dead

What the fuck is that?

Did you hear that?

Someone's watching us,
someone's up there.

I told you,
it's the little girl.

I dreamt she came right into
our dormitory

and I saw her standing over me.

She wants us to
follow her.

Zack!

This isn't Zack.

Okay, come on, I'll show you.

Upstairs.

Zack!

I'll show you.

Sometimes, you should
believe your dreams.

Someone up there.

Zack!

It's not gonna be Zack.

It's Wise.

It's not Wise, what is...

Zack!

It's The Darkness.

It's that film Wise was
talking about.

That's the little girl.

What, that's her?

The same one.

The same one from my dream.

Oh my God, look.

It's the same girl.

It's just a prop.

Someone...

Zack!

Zack?

So, you found the prop room
from The Darkness.

After all these years,
it's quite a find.

There was someone else there,
too.

And had you seen the doll?

It looks just like the
little girl in my dream.

Did you read the diary of
Janet Walters,

the lead actress
from The Darkness?

No, I didn't.

She says, when she was here,

she was haunted by the
presence of a little girl.

Johnson even
wrote it into the film.

But, the little girl
became a prop doll.

Yeah, we saw that
in the poster.

There must have been lots
of children working here,

when it was a factory
in the 1880s.

There's no record
of anyone dying,

but the crews said
they sensed something

and Johnson played on this,

which led to the film's
wicked reputation.

There's something else going
on here.

There's nothing
going on.

You have my word.

He saw something.

We all saw something.

I told you, the atmosphere
in here can play tricks on you.

Just like it did on Johnson and
his crew.

Yeah, well, what about
Ruth's dream about Sadie?

It was just that, a dream.

It wasn't a dream,
it wasn't just a dream.

The knives are missing,
this is dangerous.

We should just leave.

You have made
such a good start,

and you need to carry on.

Perhaps,
through your explorations,

you can tease out the truth.

The secret of his identity

that people have been trying
to discover for years.

Then you need to tell
us what happened here.

There's nothing to tell.

Then we're leaving.

You can't leave!

What do you mean?

Obviously, I was referring to
the spirit of the competition.

You're here to work on your
stories, that's the deal.

If you go to Hollywood now,

with your stories as they
are currently written,

how far are you going to get?

They will eat you up
and spit you out,

because that's what they do.

How do you know?

Because it happened to me.

Working together,

perhaps through some sort
of group consciousness,

you can achieve
something special,

something of real,
lasting value.

And how do you explain this?

You must explore.

There's a world of illusion

that exists beneath the
surface of buildings like this.

It's indiscriminate of
who it shows itself to.

So, you acknowledge the
possibly of staying paranoid?

Believe what you want.

Look out for each other.

James, we need to ask Wise
for the key.

And you think he'll give it
to us?

He wants us to be here
for the duration.

What about Dax,
we'll just ask him.

I don't trust him either.

Get outta my way.

Good luck with that.

For fuck's sake!

Maybe you wanna stay here,
I mean

you and Zack were best friends,

maybe you're staying in touch.

Don't talk...

there's something I want
you to explain to me.

You looking for something?

Yes, looking for a way out.

You sure that's wise.

We want to know the truth.
What's going on here?

Nothing is going on.

You have my word,

just five screenwriters

feeling their way
to a superb script.

Then what was that?
We want the keys.

You have to ask Dax.

Try and find him.

Let us out.

I don't believe this
is just about a script.

Believe.

These are your pages.

You were sitting in a cab
coming here.

You were sitting with Zack,

talking about Denton,
talking about me,

but you wrote this before you
came here.

We hadn't even met.

I didn't write that.

Of rooms within rooms.

The perennial dream.

Exploring the inside
of a giant mind.

How did you know
what we dream?

You talk about how
we've all known violence

and real life terror,
how did you know?

You set us up!

Help.

Help me.

Help me!

Help me!

Help me.

Help me.
Help me!

Help me!

Come on, there's something
I need to show you.

We can help you.

James!

James!

Denton, wait!

He's gone, he's gone.

What are you doing?

Come on, we have
to get out of here.

There's something
I have to do first.

Oh my God.

What the hell is this?

Who do you think
dumped all this stuff?

I don't know, but

whoever it is, they've been
collecting this for years.

Sadie.

Maybe there is a reason
we're here.

Do you really think
that's true about Wise?

Yeah.

He knows, he knows for sure.

Denton, go and get the keys
from Dax.

He'll listen to you.

Okay.

Look at this.

Who is Jack the Ripper?

They've been working on this
for years.

The victims.

These are the first
police forensics.

He was the first serial
killer to get media coverage.

Real women with real lives.

Older women with a husband
that would let them down.

Do you think he even
had a motive?

Or maybe he's just some
sick-headed bastard

who enjoyed it all.

He must've had a reason.

But sometimes there isn't,
sometimes

people just like seeing
other people suffer.

The Ripper won't rest

until he's killed
every single one of us.

Nina!

Nina!

Nina!

Ruth, you all right?

It wasn't him.

It wasn't him.

Who?

He couldn't help it.

Ruth,
you're not making any sense.

Just go and get
the keys from Dax.

I'm a big girl,
I protect myself, Denton.

I'm not some little
scream queen, Denton.

Never thought you were.

He'll be okay.

It's me the Ripper wants.

This victim has five children.

Who cares about the Ripper?

Who were the victims?

I don't know.

The little girl!

She's a victim's daughter.

Yeah, that makes sense.

You want to talk
about the Ripper?

Ask yourselves, how many
Ripper victims were there?

Four?

Five?

The Canonical Five.

Or six?

Looking for something?

Dax?

Wise?

Dax?

Dax?

Wise?

Dax.

Dax.

Fucking hell!

What the fuck?

Looking for something?

We know you brought
us here deliberately.

To write a script,
no more than that.

That's bullshit!

We know you're obsessed
with the Ripper.

You'll sacrifice us all.

It's a mystery worth
dying for, don't you think?

You're crazy.

Don't blame me, blame Ruth.

She brought him back.

You have a purpose
behind all this.

This place has some
connection with the Ripper,

and we want to know why.

And somehow we fit in.

Tell us!

Think about it.

Haven't you always dreamt
of a place like this?

You see things, Sadie.

But when have you ever been
truly honest about what you see?

Shall we?

Let's see the Ripper tear
poor little Jane to pieces.

You sick fuck!

Sadie.

He's here.

We can't play games anymore.

Who are you?

Have you come to help me?

I don't know who you are.

I'll show you.

Come on.

Bad things happened here,
I feel them.

The worse things.

I'll show you,
but you must help.

Not like the others.

That's why he carried on,
you see.

There's only one way to be
rid of him.

Where are you taking me?

These walls weren't
always here.

They bricked it up.

Why?

Because they wanted it to end.

This way, it was over,

they didn't want people to see.

They took something.

What they took was evil,

they didn't know what it
was really capable of.

The knives.

Jane!

Not so fast.

The Ripper has work to do.

No, you can't!

You should bear witness
to his return.

Her life for yours.

You will live, but you
must preach to others

the truth of what you have seen.

Why are you helping him?

I'm just a deliverer
of bad news.

The Ripper started something
that was only paused,

but it was destined to carry on.

Until his desires
have been satisfied.

I can't!

I felt her ever since
I got here.

In the darkness.

She's my mother.

I tried to watch out for her.

I had a hiding place.

So, there was another murder?

There were many more.

They wanted you to
believe it had finished.

They had his knives, each one
a special meaning to him.

Come on, get after him,
he mustn't get away.

They thought he couldn't
kill without them.

You have to stop
the Ripper once and for all.

How,
he has his knives?

Not all of them.

I hid one.

I hid it in the wall.

Show me.

I'm not allowed.

You have to stop
the Ripper once and for all.

I hid one, I hid it in the wall.

Show me.

I'm not allowed.

You can't destroy him.

Not with a knife.

What did Wise do to you?

What did Wise do to you?

He was angry at me for
stealing your script.

But, this wasn't his work.

No.

It was Jack.

He's been in these walls
for over a hundred years,

waiting for you
to bring him back.

Why me?

Hasn't Wise told you yet?

Isn't that why you
wrote your script?

Because, deep down in your soul,

you knew.

You just had to drag it out.

What are you talking about?

You think the knife is the
only way you can kill him.

It's the only way

you can truly set him free.

It was you, Ruth.

You, he wanted all along.

Wise didn't choose you
for your script.

The Ripper chose you.

The Ripper chose you!

The Ripper chose you!

I hid one,
I hid it in the wall.

Come on,
we got to get out of here.

What happened?

I found Dax.

He's dead.

The Ripper attacked me.

But I found these.

Come on,
we got to get out of here.

We can't leave,
what about Sadie and Jane?

They're as good as dead.

Come on, we got to get out.

What are you doing?

This place has been waiting

for over 120 years
to be discovered.

The little girl,

she's the daughter
of the sixth Ripper victim.

What have we here?

Come on.

She stole one of the knives,

and she hid it in the walls.

I have to find it.

I have to find it!

Ruth, this isn't
your battle to fight.

I brought him back.

Only I can send him to
the hell where he belongs.

Maybe to see what she saw.

I need to see through
the eyes of a child.

He's near.

Jack!

Jack.

Jack.

Come out, Jack.

I'm not afraid, Jack.

Give me the blade,
don't make me hurt you.

I'm gonna kill you,
Wise!

You can't win, Wise.

You can't control him anymore.

You think what motivates him,
do you?

I know enough.

You don't know anything.

You think their little
knives was an accident?

You think the Ripper chose you?

I chose you!

I'm meant to be here.

Yes,
you're right about that.

It wasn't just chance
that led me to you.

It was destiny.

Wise!

I'm gonna fucking kill you,
Wise.

You can't escape.

Look.

Look at the book.

Each of you related to the
original Ripper victims,

a clear line of descent.

Nothing was left to chance.

I studied all of you.

I drew you here for Jack.

You see, I knew rejection too.

The humiliation of not having

my life's work taken seriously.

But I knew I could
create something

that would go beyond what
one mind could summon up,

and would live for centuries.

The ultimate myth.

And the ultimate evil.

You played your part,
Wise.

The Ripper started
something that was only paused.

That's why you're here.

And I chose you all precisely.

Sometimes,
you should believe your dreams.

No!

Expect the unexpected.

I chose you all precisely.

The secret of his identity.

No one ever knew.

I drew you here for Jack!

Remember,

each of you is related to
the original Ripper victims.

A clear line of descent.

And you, Ruth, descended
from the little girl,

the daughter of the sixth
Ripper victim.

I...

will never

die.

Behold,
the new keeper of the blades.

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Subrip by DanDee