Hands of the Ripper

It's the Ripper! Come on!

It's the Ripper! Come on!

There he goes!

- He's gone in a house!

- Now we've got him!

There was another murder. They're

looking for Jack the Ripper.

It's you!

It's you they're looking for!

Anna... Anna...

It's very cold here, Granny.

It's lonely. Very lonely.

'It's so cold, Granny. So cold.'

Mary, dear, listen

carefully to Granny.

Is there no one with you in the

spirit world to play with, dear?

Is there no one at all?

'It's very lonely, Granny.'

Well, look around you, dear.

Is there no one at all with you?

There must be someone with you.

Oh, I don't think

you're trying, dear.

Look behind you.

'Yes.'

Who is it, dear? See who it is.

Look hard for Granny, dear, please.

'I-It's a little girl like me.

'A little girl.'

Ask her her name, dear.

Find out her name.

Not her spirit name, dear.

We wouldn't know her spirit

name down here, would we?

She says her name's Claudia.

She's very nice but her

dress, it's all wet.

It's Claudia! Claudia, my baby.

Claudia, can you hear Mama?

'Claudia, speak to Mama, please.'

I hear voices, strange voices,

but I can't make out

what they're saying.

What is happening? I don't

understand the foreign language.

Italian? Is it Italian?

La poverina.

I see a boat. There's been an

accident. Is that what I see?

I see a boat and I see

water. Lots of water.

- A lake...

- Claudia, can you hear me?

Speak to me. Please.

Is Claudia happy, Mary?

Ask the little girl,

is she happy, dear?

It's Granny, dear.

Ask the little girl, is she happy?

Can you hear me, Mary?

You must try, dear, or Granny

will get very annoyed.

It's no use. We've lost contact

with the spirit world.

Oh, please try.

If the spirits won't cooperate,

there's nothing we can do this end.

According to the stars,

the spirits should be very

auspicious next Wednesday,

if you'd like to try again.

I can spare a little time about

8:
30 if you'd like to pass by then.

Mrs Golding, as a

student of the occult

I've never witnessed such close

contact with the spirit world.

A truly amazing talent, madam.

A very natural talent, Mr Dysart.

Very natural talent, madam.

- I'll do all I can to help.

- Thank you. We're very grateful.

- Thank you.

- Till Wednesday, then.

This was your first visit to a

medium, then, Mr Pritchard?

Yes, it is.

The young have no

interest in spirits.

There are so few people

they know who are dead.

As one gets older, one finds

that death separates us more

and more from loved ones.

I wager you find that

true, Dr Pritchard?

Yes, Mrs Golding.

- Ow! Get off!

- My dear young lady!

- What are you doing, girl?

- Did I hurt you?

Yes, you did, sir...

I mean, no, of course

you didn't, sir.

What are you doing down here?

She loves to listen to the

spirit voices. Run along now.

I told her, she mustn't loiter down

here when I've got customers...

Guests... She doesn't

listen to a word I say.

Your child, Mrs Golding?

I took her in from an

orphanage some years ago,

out of the goodness of my heart.

Her mother was done in, I fear.

She's a trifle touched, I'm afraid.

God knows what happened to her

father if she ever had one.

But one has to do all one can

for the poor creatures of this world.

Don't you agree, Dr Pritchard?

Yes, Mrs Golding. One must.

Good night, gentlemen. Good night.

For a music hall turn,

it was entertaining.

Music hall turn?

Criminal deception.

That poor woman was

driven to hysteria.

Mrs Golding's a bloodsucker

making money out of human grief.

A letter or two in the press

should put her and her like

out of business for good.

Sorry, my boy. I can't expect you

to be interested in my pet causes.

- Home now, Pleasants, if you please.

- Home?

- Tonight's my stag party.

- So soon?

Laura arrives tomorrow, the

wedding's only six days away.

- How these things catch up on one.

- I wouldn't phrase it that way.

We'll talk later. You take the

carriage. I might walk home.

Run along to your club, my boy.

- Good night.

- Have a good time.

Right, giddy-up now!

Like a cab, sir? I can run down

the Strand and get you one, sir.

Very well. I'll wait here.

Oh, it's like selling

my own flesh and blood.

I'll never forgive myself.

The poor little dear is only 17.

Oh, come now. It's bound to happen.

Sooner than later if I'm

any judge of the girl.

You will be kind to her.

She is an innocent girl.

She'd better be at that price.

If I wasn't desperate for

money, I'd never allow this.

Of course not.

Hello, my dear.

Don't be frightened, my dear.

Surely your aunt told you I was

going to pay you a visit tonight?

Yes, sir.

Shall we close this, my dear?

Makes things more cosy, hmm?

Oh, come on!

I've brought you a

little present, Anna.

Look.

There, now. What do you

think of that, eh?

I'll wager you've never had anything

as pretty as that before, have you?

It's all precious stones, you know.

How do you like it?

It's all yours, you know.

I say, girl, are you all right?

What's the trouble, eh?

Look, damn it, what

are you playing at?

Is this some sort of trick?

Come on. You're not dealing with some

rustic on his first night in London.

Get up! Come on,

you little b*tch! Get up!

- Get up!

- Stop it! Stop it, Mr Dysart.

She's only a poor, innocent girl.

Look, you old b*tch, you're not

putting me off with this game.

There, there, Anna. It's all right.

It happens to all of us. Mr

Dysart didn't mean to hurt you.

Oldest trick there is. I expect

you've sold her as a virgin before.

- Never!

- Well, I'll have my way with her

or I'll have my money back...

Stop it! Stop it, Mr Dysart!

All right, then.

There's your money.

Good grief, woman! Have

you no sense of values?!

There, there, dear.

It's all right now.

'Anna...'

Look what you've done...!

Mrs Golding?

Go on! Clear off. Get off

out of it! Buzz off!

Right, now. Come on. Out you come.

One fact is abundantly

clear, gentlemen...

whoever impaled that woman

possessed immense strength.

In going through your individual

statements, however,

I've found details that do not...

shall we say, provide

a clear picture.

Inspector, I have a number of

urgent appointments in the Commons.

Mr Dysart, I shall endeavour not

to keep you longer than necessary.

Now, then... Mr and Mrs Wilson.

You were the first to leave

Mrs Golding's house,

once the so-called chat with the

spirit world was concluded.

- That is correct.

- You came out of the house,

got into the carriage

and were driven away.

- Did you see anyone leave after you?

- No, Inspector.

Are you absolutely certain?

My wife was upset. I didn't

notice much beyond that fact.

Then, Dr Pritchard,

you left with your son.

My son took our carriage to his club,

as I told you in my statement.

I sent a boy to the

Strand to fetch me a cab.

When the cab was arriving,

I heard the scream.

And when did you leave

the house, Mr Dysart?

Shortly after the Pritchards.

The door was hardly closed.

- I told you all this.

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