Jack the Ripper Page #5

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means one problem less for you.

Why haven't you hung this fiend

on the nearest lamppost yet?

No one helps the poor.

No one bats an eyelid, if we get killed.

We're the lowest of the low, aren't we?

- Please calm down.

- Come on, madam.

- This is really going too far.

- Maybe, Ruppert. But she has a point.

Hello, this is Inspector Selby's office.

Yes, the inspector is here.

Hello.

No.

She hasn't come home?

Yes.

Has another one disappeared?

Cynthia hasn't come home.

Don't be afraid.

A small offering for a poor man, please.

Yes.

Thank you, milady, but what are

you doing here, all alone at night?

I'm looking for someone.

Make sure you don't meet anyone

who might be looking for you.

- You'd better go home to your parents.

- How do you know I...

You have such a lovely smell

of soap and baths and expensive perfume.

But you also smell of camphor,

mothballs and suchlike,

as if you had dressed up

in a costume tonight,

as if you were putting on an act

and pretending to be something you're not.

But your refined speech gives you away.

Be careful, my child. This is a dangerous

area. It's not the right place for you.

- Excuse me... can I still get a drink?

- I'm sorry, dolly bird. I'm closing now.

Only a small one. I'm in a bad way.

Haven't made a guinea today.

- All right, then. Come in.

- You're a good boy.

- The bloody fog.

- Yes, it was making me feel queasy.

- What would you like?

- I don't care. Anything.

- A double rum?

- Whatever. It's up to you.

- Rum it is, then.

- If only I wasn't feeling so sick.

- What's making you feel sick?

- Oh, all that sh*t.

- You must be new to the game.

- Yes.

I'll go and count the dough now,

but hurry up.

Considering how much I earned today,

it won't take long.

Good evening.

I may be mistaken,

but haven't we met before?

- It's possible we've crossed paths before.

- Why don't we celebrate our reunion?

- All right.

- Here or somewhere else?

Why not here? It's the same everywhere.

- Let's sit down, then.

- Yes.

- Would you like more rum or champagne?

- I'd prefer champagne.

Don't bother. I'd better go myself.

Sit down. Johnny's a friend of mine.

He was just about to close the pub,

but perhaps I can still talk him

into giving me that bottle of bubbly.

Back in a minute.

- Is there another exit here?

- Yes, that back door. Why?

Please run to the police.

Jack the Ripper's sitting in the pub.

- Is he?

- It is him. I'll detain him until you return.

- All right, at your own risk.

- Yes.

- Stop. Nobody's allowed to go in there.

- Inspector Selby wants you to stay here.

- Are they here?

- They're waiting for you.

- Where are they?

- By the stage.

Please step aside.

Make way. Step aside.

- You take charge here.

- Please step back.

- That's him.

- So, it happened at your establishment?

Yes, I was about to close

when the girl came asking for a drink.

The man didn't arrive until I was downstairs.

And what makes you think

that he was Jack the Ripper?

The girl was convinced of it.

That's why I went to the police.

I see. You might recognise her

on this photograph.

- Yes, that was her.

- I think I saw her too.

Oh, did you?

Yes, she was here. She came alone.

She walked around

as if she was looking for someone,

but the way she was dressed

was completely different.

Yes.

- No doubt.

- Do you think she was looking for you?

She was looking for Jack the Ripper.

Don't you understand?

- Has she gone mad?

- She wanted to help me find the killer.

- Well, she found him.

- And now he's wondering how we'll find her.

- I think I can give you a clue, Inspector.

- Can you?

I was at the botanical garden today.

I wanted to help you too.

In one of the large greenhouses,

I noticed this smell,

the bitter smell of the tropical plant

we talked about,

the smell which the killer exuded as well.

That's what I smelled there.

You damned whore.

You'd have loved that, wouldn't you?

You were going to finish me off.

You were going to kill me.

You hussy. And you killed me long ago.

When I was still a child. I loved you.

I loved you and hated you at the same time.

But now I want your death

because all that's left is hatred.

And with your blood I will then

cleanse myself of all my sins.

Look how beautifully the knife is gleaming.

But you loved me. How can you kill me?

Because you're a whore, mother,

a dirty whore.

And I want to see you suffer.

I want to destroy you

the way you destroyed me back then.

You dirty... Why aren't you laughing?

Why are you screaming?

Why aren't you laughing?

You used to be able to laugh. When you

wanted to make me angry, you laughed.

When I was crying with shame,

you laughed.

When I didn't want you to caress me

with your revolting hands, you laughed.

You always tried to caress me,

with these gentle fingers that were

all tender and warm, even when it was cold.

And they were so seductive too.

Don't!

No, don't!

No! No!

I love you. You're not like the others.

- Doctor! There are enemies outside. Run!

- Damn!

Cynthia! Cynthia.

It was almost too late.

Don't ever do that again.

You can be certain of that, Anthony.

Surrender.

You're not going to get out of here.

We've surrounded the greenhouse.

Surrender.

Look out!

From now on, you'll have time to think.

Scotland Yard has made quite a catch.

You are Jack the Ripper.

You will have to prove that first.

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