Ripper Street

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Whitechapel.

Be sure to look down as keenly as you look up.

Mr. Gladstone himself only last week...

...found himself fitted for new boots. Ha, ha, ha.

Follow me for the haunts of Jack the Ripper.

Who wants a wager?

Yours, shitspade.

Our men in blue are still cloaked in ignorance of Jack.

Here you are, darling, looking for a bit of company?

Miller's Court.

Five months past the scene of the worst.

The worst and, please God, the last.

Mary Jane Kelly.

What that man Jack did to her...

Well, we shall not say.

He's tasty, all right. Where'd you find him?

I looked. Wasn't hard.

Fighters, whores, if flesh is what you seek...

...there's no shortage in these pans.

Falls when he's bid?

Money's right, he'll give you his mother and his sister, too.

I likes him.

All of this parish know little else but thuggery.

How best to raise them up from such iniquity?

Well, that's a matter for you good people, of course.

Look! Look!

Black shit and buggery.

Murder!

Murder!

Murder!

The inspector. I must see him.

Show yourself in there dressed like that, they'll know he's blue.

One! You're gone!

Your champion this night!

You little streak of piss!

I've gutted younger for less, do you hear?

Let me.

This had better be very good.

They found a tart, sir.

Up on Folgate.

She's been ripped, inspector.

Hobbs, you did right.

Cecil Smeaton's greed will keep him warm for a day or two.

And you will take a fall for him tomorrow.

Yes, sir.

This girl, if she has been carved, as has been described...

...Ripper or no, word will have spread.

We will find the press, a mob, whipped into a fear and rage.

This populace, still without a culprit...

...it is to our uniform that they direct their fury.

So you stand strong and you follow your sergeant.

They'll do their duty, sir.

You. Name?

- Creighton. - Creighton, have you touched anything?

Have you arranged matters to your benefit in any way?

No, sir.

Who is it's paid for your time here?

Mr. Best at The Star, inspector, who else?

Well, you're on my ticket now. I want these details, I want her face...

...her eyes, her throat.

She wasn't cut here.

Where was she...? Where was she brought in from?

We can't keep them penned in much longer, sir.

But this is vital. All of ii. And this is next to useless.

I need this place uncorrupted and in daylight.

- What? - The wall.

He's left word again.

"Down on whores."

I need more time with her.

Sir, there's the way things are and the way things should be...

...but that lot are coming through.

Right, we need to move her.

You. You're not finished. I want the ground...

...going in both directions away from her. As much as you can get.

And I want the wall, the writing. You understand?

Stand aside.

Stand aside! Stand aside!

A comment for The Star, inspector?

Is it him? ls it Jack?

Away with you, Best.

These citizens need their questions answered, Mr, Reid.

No, they need their fears pacified.

Where would be the sport in that?

Where are we taking her, sir?

- To London? Mr. Bagsler Phillips'? - No.

Take her back to Leman Street. Use the back.

Find a cell, lock her in it. Don't book her in, tell no one.

Yourself, sir?

- Not the American. - Just gel her hid.

Let's

Captain Jackson, this is all topsy-turvy, I'm sure.

Now, Rose. I have told you...

...there are no rules here.

Jackson!

Sweet Jesus.

You cannot simply intrude here any time of your choosing.

That this house thrives and that your girls are not walking the streets this night...

...is at my whim and indulgence, madam. Don't forget that. Where is he?

What do I care? It's not as if he ever pays.

First door on the left.

Jackson!

Jackson! - What? He's taken me for the night!

Jackson!

Reid?

I'm occupied. I'll come see you in the morning.

Can't wait. I need a surgeon.

You have your own.

They're drunks and incompetents. I want you.

Five minutes.

Now! Now.

- Now. - All right.

You going to tell me what this is about?

Just keep walking.

Don't touch me, don't touch me!

Jackson!

- Is it him? - That's what you're here to find out.

Your sudden passion for the furtive?

I must be sure before that hell rises again.

Get her naked, Sergeant Drake.

Hey, gently.

What are those, hands or meat hooks? Really.

It's no wonder to me at all you're a bachelor.

The hemorrhage is from the severance of the left carotid.

- That's a stroke left to right. Like the others.

And these are...? These are stars, aren't they?

In the eyelids, slit apart.

Catherine Eddowes and Mary Jane Kelly had the same.

And the writing on the wall?

Like Goulston Street the night we found Miss Eddowes' apron.

Same words as was in that letter.

What, what is that?

Some kind of gelatin.

What kind?

Ifs from a meat pie.

What?

How am I to know yet?

Don't you have evidence to collect?

I know it's tempting but try not to kill him.

Uh, Mr. Reid, sir?

- I'm hearing strange rumors. -Oh, yes?

That there's an unregistered female on the premises.

Always an abundance of those, sergeant.

I'm not here to judge you, sir.

Just to remind you of our obligations under the law.

And I thank you for that, Artherton, as always.

Creighton! Open up!

This one.

He dragged the body through the archway.

Those?

Oh, I overexposed them.

Worth our while to check.

Uh...

Do you think me some bone-headed flatfoot?

They need more time.

Professional man like yourself, I would have thought you'd know better.

That's the same wall!

Where's the message, Creighton?

The writing on the wall, "Down on whores."

Was it you painted it up there?

You know who it was.

Best.

I just record about what I see.

Get that to press, quick sharp.

How do you think they felt, those girls, the moment they knew that was it...

...that breathing this air was up?

Hmm? The later ones.

They would have known what that lunatic intended for their bodies.

Do you have a pity for them?

Do you have a pity for the many men you've ruined with your accusations?

I have... I have never accused. I have asked questions.

I have speculated!

Speculate! Well, I speculate about you, Best.

The hand that penned that letter.

A letter I never credited as bona fide.

And now...

...this.

What else did you alter'?

Nothing.

Yeah, well, I didn't have to, did I? Just underlined what's plain...

...to a man who's as intimate with the Ripper's doings as myself.

Well, myself and, uh, Chief inspector Abberline.

You spoke to Fred Abberline?

Your boss as was? I have. Yes.

And he finds himself in agreement with me.

Our friend is back.

Nothing's for certain.

And I won't have people hiding in their homes again...

...till I get to certain. If I see this in print...

...I'll be back here for some ripping of my own.

Ooh. Ha, ha.

Who do you think you are, Reid?

What, you come here to rattle me? Well, you forget what I know of you.

Oh, no. Do not fear, good citizens, do not shake.

For sleepless, tireless Detectives Reid and Abberline...

...hunt our Jack down dockside and rookery.

Two finer police the world has not yet made!

So be of good heart.

This maniac will be brought to ground and hearth.

Only, um...

Oh, yeah, no, he... He wasn't.