Man in the Attic Page #2

I don't Ilke belng watched.

I understand.

I'll have them taken down tomorrow.

Further, they are

pictures of actresses.

Yes. I hope you don't

really object to actresses.

My niece Lily is on the stage.

- Your niece?

- Yes, we're very proud of her.

She opens next week

at the Piccadilly Theatre Royal.

She's bringing over

some special dances from Paris.

They're qulte shocklng,

but they're most dellghtful.

And she is very beautiful too,

I suppose.

Oh, yes.

Walt tlll you meet her.

Meet her?

Yes. She'll live here

in this house.

Oh, you'll soon change your mind

about actresses, Mr. Slade.

Come on, Prince.

Helen, it's 7:
00.

Be qulet, dear. Read your paper.

We're just coming.

Oh, I'm as good

as my word, Daisy.

I've got your pass

for Miss Lily's performance tonight.

Oh, Mr. Harley, sir,

you're awfully nice.

What's the matter?

Don't you want to go now?

Oh, I do, sir. I do.

- But I'm afraid.

- Afraid?

Well, there ain't a girl in all London

who fancies walking home alone at night...

what with the Ripper

up to his devilish tricks.

Well, I suppose

I don't blame you.

Tell you what.

See the show and

come home in a cab.

Oh, bless you,

Mr. Harley, sir.

- Now run along and fetch us a carriage, will you?

- Yes, Mr. Harley, sir.

Come along, Llly darllng, or you'll be late.

I'm coming, Auntie.

Uncle Wllllam, you look

very handsome and elegant.

You look very ravishing yourself.

Oh, I'm so excited I'm

afrald I'm golng to burst.

You must contain yourself at all costs.

Especially in the theater,

where people are helplessly packed together.

Oh, do be quiet.

Be sure you've got everything.

Hello there, Mr. Slade.

Are you coming to the theater, Mr. Slade?

- I'm afraid not.

- Llly, I don't belleve you've met Mr. Slade, have you?

My nlece, Llly Bonner.

Good evening, Mr. Slade.

I'm sorry you can't

come to the opening.

- I have work I must do.

- You work at night?

Yes, quite often.

Sometimes all night.

- It's quieter at night.

- I like the night too.

It's the only time

I feel really alive.

It's at night that

the interesting things happen.

What kind of work

do you do at night, Mr. Slade?

I doubt if you'd be interested.

Do you just work?

Sometimes I walk close by the river.

The river is like liquid night

flowing peacefully out to infinity.

I must not delay you.

I wish you success tonight.

Thank you.

Good night.

Good nlght.

He's so odd, isn't he?

I believe he's shy and lonely

and all wrapped up in his Chinese puzzles.

- What Chinese puzzles?

- Oh, science and pathology or whatever you said he did.

I can't help feeling

there's something odd about him.

He skulks, he prowls.

That's the something about him.

And if he's lonely, he has only to pop

out of his shell and speak to someone.

I think he's interesting.

Evening Standard. Echo.

Evening standard. Echo.

Four thousand police

on duty in Whitechapel.

Evening Standard. Echo.

Four thousand pollce

on duty In Whitechapel.

Oh, thank you, governor.

Evening Standard. Echo.

Dressing Room 1.

Hello, Annie.

Flowers for Miss Bonner.

Please.

May I see Miss Bonner?

- Miss Bonner is dressing.

- Who Is It, Lelah?

It's Annie Rowley-

"La Belle Anne," remember?

It's all rlght, Lelah.

I know who Annle Rowley Is. Come In.

Oh! It looks very nice.

Thank you for

letting me come in.

I always like to come

and say hello to my old dressing room.

It's perfectly all right, Annie. Help yourself

to champagne, courtesy of the management.

- I've got to hurry.

- Yes, I remember.

- Did you know royalty was coming tonight?

- Yes, the prince of Wales.

Oh, I had it all once-

royalty, champagne, flowers.

I remember my opening night

and how excited I was.

I looked

in this very mirror.

I wish I knew then

what I know now.

I came up overnight.

Overnight I was forgotten.

Won't be that way with you.

Who knows?

No, it won't.

I went on looks alone.

You have talent and... all the rest.

Thanks, Annie.

You coming tonight?

- No, I have what I call my work.

- ?

- I still sing and dance, you know.

- Oh? Where?

- I still sing and dance, you know.

- Oh? Where?

La Belle Anne now performs...

at Madame Tussy's School

of the Dance.

Gentlemen come in the evening

to learn the latest fandango.

That's in the parlor

in the front of the house.

Is there anything

I can do, Annie?

Too late.

You know, Annie,

perhaps it isn't all up with you.

Perhaps I could help you.

I don't think there's a place

with my girls...

but I'm sure

I could do something.

She's gone, Miss Lily.

Yes.

Did you see that?

The little minx flirted

with the prince of Wales.

Commissioner, there's been

another murder by the Ripper.

Are you sure it was the Ripper again?

The report said it was

a murder just like the others, sir.

Where was it? Whitechapel?

- Yes, sir.

- All right.

To Lily Bonner and her beautiful,

talented troupe.

- Long life.

- Long life.

London is yours, Lily,

and if I were lord mayor...

I'd give you the keys to the city.

Miss Bonner.

You know, champagne

has a speclal slgnlficance for me.

As I was growlng up

In the old Llmehouse District...

Champagne was only a remote word.

She is very beautiful,

if I may say so, sir.

Mm-hmm. Wait here, Bates.

Dislike very much interrupting your party,

Miss Bonner.

It's a matter of utmost importance

to Scotland Yard.

Sounds fascinating,

Inspector... Warwick.

And how can I help

Scotland Yard?

I want to ask you about a woman who came

to see you before your performance this evening-

- a certain Annie Rowley.

- Yes, she was here.

I felt terribly sorry for her.

How much do you know about her?

Not much, I'm afraid.

Why, Inspector?

She has become another victim

of Jack the Ripper.

Can you tell me if she was with anyone?

No. She was alone.

Someone said a man was seen near the place

where Annie Rowley was found-

a man carrying a small black bag

and wearing an ulster.

Of course, that description

fits thousands of people...

but you saw no such man?

No.

No, I saw no one like that.

Finally got Lily settled

for the night. Poor thing.

She thought she was so excited

she couldn't sleep...

but she dropped off

while I was talking to her.

That's possible.

I just opened it.

I'm thinking.

- Thinking.

- You know, that man from Scotland Yard...

said the Ripper was carrying

a little black bag.

All he said was,

there was a report...

that a man carrying a black bag

was seen in the vicinity of the murder.

And Mr. Slade came to us the night

of the other murder...

and all he had with him

was a little black bag.

And tonight he took his black bag

with him when he went out.

- He did not.

- Yes, he did.

His bag is not black,

and he didn't take it with him tonight.

- William, he did.

- Would you stake your oath on that?

Your solemn oath in a court of law?

So you're not sure

of the color of his bag...

nor that he had it with him

when he went out.

You're always leaping

to illogical conclusions...

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