Hands of the Ripper Page #2

- Then, Dr Pritchard,

you must have seen Mr

Dysart leave the house.

- No, I did not.

- But you were across the street.

Perhaps, Mr Pritchard,

you noticed Mr Dysart?

I'm afraid not.

I hope you realise what

you're suggesting.

Perhaps you can explain why

you were not seen leaving

by Dr and Mr Pritchard

who were 20 feet away?

I, er...

Inspector, it occurs to me that if

Mr Dysart left two minutes after us,

it's possible we didn't see him

because we were on the far

side of our carriage.

Yes, Dr Pritchard. That is a

possibility that occurred to me.

It is a possible explanation.

Of course. How stupid of me.

I remember the carriage now.

It slipped my mind.

Will you stand up, Mr Dysart?

Dr Pritchard, you are the

only witness I have.

I ask you to observe

Mr Dysart with care.

Could Mr Dysart possibly be the man

you saw leave Mrs Golding

after she screamed?

It was dark. Could you

possibly be mistaken, Doctor?

Think, please, before you answer.

No, I don't think it was Mr Dysart,

Inspector. It was a much larger man.

I'm afraid the villain of this piece

seems to have escaped you, Inspector.

She got herself lost,

Mr Michael. I knew it.

Poor, poor girl.

Mrs Bryant, I'd be obliged if

you didn't use that expression.

There's nothing poor

about Laura. There she is!

Come on, ladies and gentlemen!

I'm waiting for my fianc.

He should be here in a moment.

Laura?

Michael!

Oh, my love, at last!

Oh, it's been a year and four days,

and the four days were the longest.

It'll never happen

again, I promise you.

- Welcome home, Miss Laura.

- Oh, Nanny Bryant.

Now I now I'm really home at last.

My father couldn't make it,

due to "pressure of business".

Your poor father.

He works too hard.

Things have changed. He's now

a follower of this man Freud.

He calls himself a psychoanalyst.

Now, now, you two.

You're not married yet.

Mrs Bryant has orders to keep us

in sight until we're married.

I'm to stay at my club.

- The carriage, Miss Laura.

- It's Pleasants!

How nice to hear your voice again.

Drive slowly, so that Michael can

relate to me all that is happening.

We questioned her, Doctor, but

she's no memory of the murder.

None at all?

A complete withdrawal?

I see.

Get us out of here! We're starving!

We're not certain it wasn't

too much for the girl's mind.

With Ms Golding gone,

who'll look after her?

It'll be the streets for

her, like so many others.

Come in, dearie, why don't you?

Come and see how royalty live.

Only half a crown.

Perhaps as a doctor,

I may be able to help.

She'd be grateful, Doctor.

Want me to put on a show

for the doc, Inspector?

- Come for Little Miss Muffet?

- Come along, you lot.

Move away there.

Dirty b*tches have taken

her clothes, Inspector.

Right. That's enough. Let the

gentleman through. Stop that!

Don't you do that to me.

You'll get your turn. Watch it!

What have I said?

Anna?

Do you remember me, Anna?

Yes, sir. I remember you.

Hey, what about one

of us, then, eh?

Belt up, you lot! Not so

much of it, you hear?

Do you know where

we're going, Anna?

I don't know, sir.

We're going to my home.

I'm going to look after you from

now on. Would you like that?

No, you'll be quite safe.

There'll be no more seances...

with you playing the ghost.

No more gentlemen calling on you

in the middle of the night.

- You'll lead a very different life.

- Will I work in the kitchens?

No, Anna. No.

I have a perfectly fine, cook,

housekeeper and a maid.

All you will have to do is to learn

to become one of the family.

- Family, sir?

- Yes.

Muffins! Muffins!

We're here, sir.

Here we are. We're home.

This is where I live.

Thank you, sir.

Do you approve?

Oh, yes, sir! It's beautiful!

Well, let's go in.

This will be your room, Anna.

This used to be my wife's room.

She died a long time ago.

But from now on, it will

known as Anna's room.

Dolly, help Miss Anna in

any way that you can.

Yes, sir.

Well, Anna. Are you pleased?

Well, I... see from

that that you are.

Dolly, the first thing to do is

get Miss Anna bathed and dressed.

Yes, sir. I'll get the bath ready.

Perhaps you could find something

from my wife's wardrobe

suitable for Miss Anna

to wear for dinner.

Yes, sir. There's the pink dress.

Miss Anna will look lovely in that.

Yes...

Well... Dolly seems to

know where everything is,

so don't hesitate to ask her for

anything that you may want.

Don't you worry, sir. You'll

never recognise her, sir.

Come on, Miss Anna.

Pleasants, bring the luggage.

Yes, Mr Michael.

Oh, Michael, it's

so good to be back.

Three steps down...

Oh, and here's the

umbrella stand...

Oh! Here's your knobbly old

stick, do you remember that?

Oh, it's that horrible old clock.

I remember that, too.

We broke it.

And study door...

And the mirror,

which no longer holds any

interest for me at all.

And the table, the chair...

and the Chinese vase...

and now the stairs...

- Laura...

- Oh, Michael, you've moved.

You've got the wrong man, Laura.

Dr Pritchard. I'm so sorry.

Forgive me.

How are you, Laura? I hope

you had a pleasant voyage.

- In the guest room, Pleasants.

- Isn't Laura having Mother's room?

I'm afraid not. We

already have a guest.

- May I ask what guest, Father?

- Oh, I can learn a room in minutes.

It's no problem. I'm only

here for a few days.

It's that girl from Mrs Golding's.

They were keeping her in the cells

amongst... very dubious company.

I've said that she may

stay here with us.

You've brought her here?!

Anna?

Anna?

Would you come down

a moment, my dear?

This is my son Michael.

You remember him?

- How do you do, sir?

- Welcome to our home, Anna.

- Thank you, sir.

- This is my fiance Laura.

- Hello, Anna.

- Laura is blind, my dear.

- Miss Laura...

- Oh, don't be worried.

It's just a nuisance.

I see with my hands.

Dolly, take Miss Anna

to have her bath.

Come along, Miss Anna.

I've got the water ready.

And I must get back to work.

See you at dinner later, Laura.

Call Mrs Bryant and get her

to show Laura to her room.

What a kind man he is.

I've been expecting you.

Doctor, I've no idea why you saw fit

to save me from great embarrassment

but I'm much obliged to you, sir.

It was a misunderstanding...

one which could have ruined

my parliamentary career.

Yes, Mr Dysart. Being hanged could

have ruined your neck, as well.

I don't wish to slight

your contribution

but it wouldn't have gone that far.

Really? Mr Dysart, either you

or Anna killed Mrs Golding.

Oh, come now!

Surely you don't think a

respectable Member of Parliament

goes about murdering people.

If you even suspected I was guilty,

why did you lie to save me?

Because it suited my purpose.

My knowledge of certain

mental diseases

leads me to suspect one of you.

- I could be wrong.

- I saw it. She was possessed.

Her whole body was

contorted. Her hands...

- They weren't her hands.

- Really? Whose were they?

How should I know?

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