A Study in Terror

FOOTSTEPS ECHO:

COCKNEY:
'Ello. Like a bit of fun?

SCREAM:

RUNNING FOOTSTEPS

Police! Police! 'Elp!

MURDER!!

WOMAN SINGS IN DISTANCE

# I'm not too young

I'm not too old

# Not too timid, not too bold

# Just the kind you'd like to hold

Just the kind for sport, I'm told

CROWD JOINS IN:

# Ta...ra...ra...boom-de-ay!

# Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay

# Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay

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# Ta...ra...ra...boom-de-ay

# Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay

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Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay

# I...won't be bullied

Won't be bossed

# I always win, I've never lost

# So just keep your fingers crossed

# And hope you can afford the cost

# I'm game for almost anything

# That ends up with a diamond ring

# I love to have my little fling

And when I do...

# I always...sing...

ALL JOIN IN:
# Ta...ra...ra...

# ..boom-de-ay

Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay

# Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay

# Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay!

# Ta...ra...ra...boom-de-ay

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# Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay

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# Ta...ra...ra...boom-de-ay

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# Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay

# Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay. #

APPLAUSE:

Join me on the stage!

The old wine tastes the sweetest!

LOUD MERRIMEN:

One and two, guv.

UPPER-CLASS ACCENT: What? ..Oh, yes,

of course. It's Rupert's round.

Rupert, old boy - it's one and two.

This damn whore's lifted my purse.

What you talkin' about?

Up and over with her!

No! No! No!

Let me go!

Put me down!

Put her down.

She's not a bloody money box!

Put me down! Let me down!

Give me a shilling anyway... Oh!

Give it to me! Give it to me!

Shut up!

Let me go!

Let me go! Put me down!

Let me go! Oh!

Let me down!

No-one steals in my pub...

except me.

You!

I could tell the coppers

about you and your pub -

about what's going on upstairs!

What did you say?

Nothing, Mr Steiner. I didn't

say nothing. Honest, Mr Steiner!

You keep that

big mouth of yours shut,

else I'll maybe have you carved!

'Ave me carved? Like you did poor

Emma Smith? You didn't think I knew.

Wouldn't the coppers... Oh!

You don't scare me, Steiner!

I'll have you. I'll have you!

Dick! Hey, Dick.

Take over. I'm going out.

SHE HUMS "TA-RA-RA-BOOM-DE-AY"

SHE SCREAMS:

Disgusting!

HE TUTS:

Mrs Hudson, where have you put my

confounded tobacco? (..Revolting!)

Try your violin case, Mr Holmes.

Thank you, Mrs Hudson.

My God!

A member of the medical profession

caught red-handed, Dr Watson? What?

Your indignation

implies familiarity.

My dear Holmes, you cannot think me

familiar with a maniac who stabs a

woman in the street in Whitechapel!

What was the name of the

prostitute? Polly Nichols. ..How

did you know she was a prostitute?

Where is my damn pipe?

You haven't seen a newspaper!

The stop press of the third edition

of the Times is printed at 3.30am.

The news must have come in

at about 3am.

In the street, her body cannot have

remained undiscovered for long,

so I deduce that

it happened about 1am.

It doesn't explain how you knew

she was a prostitute.

No respectable woman would be out

alone in Whitechapel at that hour,

so she was not respectable.

You make it seem so simple.

Holmes.

There was an identical murder

of a woman in Whitechapel

three days ago. A second murder!

That IS interesting. Why?

Because it IS the second murder.

Now, would you mind

standing up? Why?

Once the impossible is eliminated,

whatever remains, however

improbable, must be the solution.

And? Therefore,

you are sitting on my pipe. Mm?

Incredible! Elementary, my dear

Watson. And now...Whitechapel!

(Old cow!) Who's that?

It's me - Annie Chapman!

What do you want?

What do you think I want?

I live here, don't I?

Not unless you pays your rent!

I'll give it you in the morning!

Give it me now or you don't come in!

I ain't got it on me. But I'll get

it in the morning, in me new bonnet.

You always find money for bonnets

but paying your rent's

a different matter, innit?

I'll give it you in the morning!

(Old cow!)

Let me in!

You old cow!

You nearly ruined me new bonnet!

Serves you right! Shove off

out of it! Yeah, and you know

what YOU can shove!

DOG BARKS:

Hello, darling.

Feeling naughty?

Move along.

Go on there, now. Go on.

Wotcher, Cathy. Any luck? No. I

dunno what's the matter with the men.

Lend us the price of a bed for the

night? I've been slung out me room.

Haven't even earned me old man's

beer money yet. He's sitting

with his tongue hanging out!

Old cow. Don't you

call me an old cow.

Hello, Chunky! Hello, Annie.

You're out late.

I've been thrown out me place. Why?

I knocked her for the rent.

You'll find somewhere.

I need some money first. 'Ere, you

don't fancy four penn'orth, do you?

Sorry. Don't fancy it tonight.

What about you? Fancy cuddling

something live for a change?

Chunky... Yes, Annie?

You can have it for nothing.

I'm feeling real lonely tonight.

No, thanks, love.

I'm too busy, honest.

Oh.

Oh, well.

Mind you don't let that knife slip!

SHE SCREAMS LOUDLY

SCREAM IS CUT SHOR

DOG BARKS:

HORSE'S HOOVES

Inspector Lestrade!

I've found something!

No. Annie Chapman's purse

was found with her body.

LIQUID BUBBLES GENTLY

"Police baffled. Jack the Ripper

vanished into thin air."

The desperate authorities

will come running to Baker Street.

BELL RINGS:

They're here! But not running.

The person who rang does not desire

entry. He is deliberately slow.

"He"? It might be a woman.

The British postman is not a woman.

A parcel for you, Mr Holmes.

Incredible, Holmes!

Thank you, Mrs Hudson.

Postmarked "Whitechapel".

Ah. Surgical instruments.

Who sent those? What is missing?

The large scalpel.

The postmortem knife.

There's no greater satisfaction

than to have a theory confirmed.

Do they tell you anything?

First, the obvious.

A medical man has fallen

on hard times. Is that obvious?

Instruments of one's trade are

pawned last. How do you know they

were pawned? This fleck of white.

Silver polish. No surgeon would

clean his instruments with it.

Someone else was concerned

only with appearance. This is

substantiated by these chalk marks.

This is the ticket number.

They were stolen, then pawned.

The pawnbroker would not have put

them in a window. It faces south in

a narrow street. Business is bad.

The pawnbroker is a foreigner.

I cannot see... On the contrary! You

see everything but observe nothing.

This faded when the sun

was at its height, able to shine

over the roofs opposite.

A narrow street, facing south.

Business is bad. The case

lay undisturbed. How can you

tell the pawnbroker was foreign?

The 7 is crossed, Continental-style.

The address is scrawled with

difficulty - the writing of a woman

who seldom puts pen to paper.

A woman? Undoubtedly a female hand.

Ah, but I am slow! This has more

secrets! Where are my tweezers?

The velvet on the lid

has been added recently.

The coat of arms of an elder son of

a duke. Bring Burke's Peerage. Yes.

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