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(SIREN BLARING)

(SIRENS BLARING)

OFFICER: 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.

(SIGHING)

(NEWSCASTER CHATTERING ON TV)

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.
(WHISPERING) 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!

(REPORTER CLAMORING ON TV)

So, how much
is left?

We have enough
for this month.

Maybe two more payments.

(SIGHS)

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

Drop the rent to 800.

(SIREN WAILING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

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?

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?
MANNING: 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.

(OVEN BELL DINGS)

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Just a minute.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

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.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)
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.

(CHUCKLES)

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.

(SIGHS) 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.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

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.

(GASPS)

I almost forgot.
About references...

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

Thank you.

MANNING: 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.

(COPS CHATTERING QUIETLY)

Okay. That's it.

(SOFTLY)
Who are they?

Smith, LAPD.

And he brought
the Feds.

They'll be all
over us on this

after Chandler
smoked them
on Rodriguez.

(DOOR OPENING)

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.

(SIRENS WAILING)

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.

(SIGHS) Well, I doubt
he's the killer.

(QUIETLY) 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...
(LOUDLY) 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.

(SNORTS)

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?

(MUSIC BOX TINKLING)

(RATTLING)

(TIMMY WHISPERING)

(ELLEN SHUSHING)

(MUSIC BOX TINKLING)

You following me,
sweetheart?

(SCREAMING)

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

(BLADE BEING DRAWN)

What do you
have, Sam?

All of her reproductive
organs were removed,

as if he were giving her
a cesarean section.

Holy shit.

MANNING: 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...

MALE REPORTER: ...second
exact recreation of the
Jack the Ripper murders,

which occurred
over 100 years ago.

FEMALE REPORTER:
News 15 sources believe
the LASD Coroner's Office

will shortly issue
a report with evidence

that both women were
cut exactly 39 times.

MALE REPORTER: ...killed
at least 6 women in 1888,
was never caught.

(CLOCK TICKING)

(HEART BEATING IN TIME)

You stay here,
Timmy.

MANNING: 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.

MALE REPORTER:
Detective!

FEMALE REPORTER:
Detective, over here!

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

FEMALE REPORTER:
Is it possible
Alonzo Rodriguez

was innocent of
the two murders

for which you and the DA
had him executed?

(REPORTERS CHATTERING)

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!

FEMALE REPORTER:
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.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

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.

(SIGHING)

I suppose I'll
always have this.

Why'd you do it, Mags?

(SIGHS TREMULOUSLY)

(WHISPERING)
You have to go.

Oh, Mags, please.
(SOBBING) No,
I can't. Please.

(HOARSELY) Nurse.

You have to leave
now, Mr. Manning.

Please.

Now!

(SOBBING)

(SNIFFLING)

Oh, God!

(SHRIEKING) No!
Leave me alone!

(SCREAMING)

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.

(SIGHS)

Where's your husband?

He's at work.

I thought
he worked nights.

(DISMISSIVELY) 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.

(ELLEN SIGHING)

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.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHS)

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.

(DIAL TONE DRONING)

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?

(WHISPERING) Fuck off.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

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!

(TYPING)

(COMPUTER BEEPS)

You know
your man Manning
was here today.

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

Just went out
the back door.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

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?

(SIGHS)

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.

(LAUGHING) 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.

WESTMIN: 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.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(GASPS)

(RATTLING)

Thought you might
have some scissors
lying around.

Two-for-one
tonight, hon.

Piss off!
You piss off,
limp dick!

What about
this guy?

(GRUNTS
EQUIVOCALLY)

He looks
kind of cute.

(DRAWING BLADE)

(WOMEN SCREAMING)

(SLASHING)

(CHATTERING OVER POLICE RADIO)

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.
OFFICER: 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?

(DISMISSIVELY)
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah.

(GROANS
IN DISGUST)

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?

(CLEARS THROAT)

(STUTTERING)
Well, he was maybe
about your height.

Was he White,
Black, Hispanic?

I... I...

I only saw him
from behind.

(STUTTERING) It
was just too dark.

But he was wearing

a long, dark coat.

Oh, and he was
carrying a small,

black bag.

FEMALE REPORTER:
...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?

DANTIERRO ON TV: 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.

(PHONE RINGING)
Tread's worn thin.

Hello?
WOMAN: 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.

INTERNAL AFFAIRS OFFICER:
...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?

(CLEARS THROAT)

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.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Just a minute.

Room service.

(SOFTLY)
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...

(MOANS)

(DOOR BANGING SHUT)

There you are.

What are you doing
back here?

I'm washing
your boots.

(SIREN WAILING)

MANNING: 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.

WILKENSON:
You leaked it.

Watch yourself,
Detective.
That footprint

was probably the only
piece of information

the killer didn't
know we had.

(GRUNTS)
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.

MANNING ON TV:
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.

MANNING: 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.

FEMALE REPORTER:
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.

(THUNDER CLAPPING)

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

I think he...
Wait, hold on.

Who's Malcolm?

Our lodger.

(SIGHS) 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?

(ENUNCIATING)
Is anyone in there?

No.

There's no one in there.

(THUNDER CLAPPING)

(GASPING) Joe!

(PHONE RINGING)

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

(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)
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...

(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)

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? Why?

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.

WILKENSON: What are
we doing here?

MANNING: 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.

LESTER: 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.

(LAUGHING)

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.

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

(BELL RINGING)

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.

MANNING: 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.

(WHISPERING RHYTHMICALLY)
They're not gonna
find anything.

They're not gonna
find anything.

(WHISPERING TO HERSELF)

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?

(RATTLING)

(GASPING)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

(SIREN WARBLING)

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...

(ANGRILY) 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.

(STAMMERING)
No one will know.

Ellen, please.

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

No, no.
I'm sorry.

(GASPING)

I shouldn't have
raised my voice.

(SEETHING)

(EXCLAIMS)
(LOUDLY) 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.

SMITH: Call me
the minute he shows up.

(GRUNTING)

Shit!

You're leaving.

Tumblety.

(GASPING SOFTLY)

Please.

No one has to know.

(WHISPERING)
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.

(ANNOYED) 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.

(HISSING) 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.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTERING)

MAN: 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.

MANNING:
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.

(SARCASTICALLY)
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.

(FOOTSTEPS ECHOING)

Do you understand
these rights as I
have read them?

(SIREN WAILING)

Excuse me. We're
looking for Joe Bunting.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Tape it up. Get
everybody out of there.

Yeah. Smith.

MAN: 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.

(SIGHING) 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.

(SIREN WAILING)

Answer, damn it!

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

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!

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

(SIREN WAILING)

(GASPS)

What about her?
Is that her?

Yeah, it is.
Thank God!

Hey!

Oh, Christ! No!
Shit!

(AMANDA SCREAMING)
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.
AMANDA: No, don't...

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

AMANDA: Don't!

MANNING: Stop! Police!

Requesting Code 3
back up.

Suspect heading to
129 Whitechapel Street.

Police. Come out!

Come out! It's over!

(SCREAMS)

Shit.

(SIRENS WAILING)

Right here.

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

Go back. Go back
around the front.

MANNING: Oh, my God!

Drop it! Now!

What was that?

(SHUSHING)

Oh, my God.

Oh, Jesus.

(GASPING FEEBLY)

(CHATTERING)

WILKENSON:
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.

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

COP ON RADIO:
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.

(REPORTERS CHATTERING)

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

Why didn't you
go with Smith?

You don't think
it's her.

(DOORBELL DINGING)

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.

(LAUGHS) Great.
Let me show you around.