A Study in Terror

'Ello Darling. Like a bit of fun?

Police! Police! 'Elp!

< Join me on the stage!

The old wine tastes the sweetest!

One and two, guv.

What? ..Oh, yes, of course. It's Rupert's round.

Rupert, old boy - it's one and two.

This damn whore's lifted my purse.

What you talkin' about? Up and over with her!

No! No! No! Let me go!

Put me down!

Put her down. She's not a bloody money box!

Put me down! Let me down!

Give me a shilling anyway... Oh!

Give it to me! Give it to me! Shut up!

Let me go!

Let me go! Put me down!

Let me go! Oh!

Let me down!

No-one steals in my pub... except me.

You!

I could tell the coppers about you and your pub - about what's going on upstairs!

What did you say?

Nothing, Mr Steiner. I didn't say nothing. Honest, Mr Steiner!

You keep that big mouth of yours shut, else I'll maybe have you carved!

'Ave me carved? Like you did poor Emma Smith? You didn't think I knew.

Wouldn't the coppers... Oh!

You don't scare me, Steiner! I'll have you. I'll have you!

Dick! Hey, Dick. Take over. I'm going out.

Disgusting!

Mrs Hudson, where have you put my confounded tobacco?

Try your violin case, Mr Holmes. > Thank you, Mrs Hudson.

My God!

A member of the medical profession caught red-handed, Dr Watson? What?

Your indignation implies familiarity.

My dear Holmes, you cannot think me familiar with a maniac who stabs a woman in the street in Whitechapel!

What was the name of the prostitute? Polly Nichols... How did you know she was a prostitute?

Where is my damn pipe? You haven't seen a newspaper!

The stop press of the third edition of the Times is printed at 3.30am.

The news must have come in at about 3am.

In the street, her body cannot have remained undiscovered for long,

so I deduce that it happened about 1am.

It doesn't explain how you knew she was a prostitute.

No respectable woman would be out alone in Whitechapel at that hour, so she was not respectable.

You make it seem so simple.

Holmes.

There was an identical murder of a woman in Whitechapel three days ago. A second murder!

That IS interesting. Why? Because it IS the second murder.

Now, would you mind standing up? Why?

Once the impossible is eliminated, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the solution.

And? Therefore, you are sitting on my pipe. Mm?

Incredible! Elementary, my dear Watson. And now... Whitechapel!

Who's that?

It's me - Annie Chapman! What do you want?

What do you think I want? I live here, don't I?

Not unless you pays your rent!

I'll give it you in the morning! Give it me now or you don't come in!

I ain't got it on me. But I'll get it in the morning, in me new bonnet.

You always find money for bonnets

but paying your rent's a different matter, innit?

I'll give it you in the morning!

Let me in!

You old cow! You nearly ruined me new bonnet!

Serves you right! Shove off out of it! Yeah, and you know what YOU can shove!

Hello, darling. Feeling naughty?

Move along. Go on there, now. Go on.

Wotcher, Cathy. Any luck? No. I dunno what's the matter with the men.

Lend us the price of a bed for the night? I've been slung out me room.

Haven't even earned me old man's beer money yet. He's sitting with his tongue hanging out!

Old cow. Don't you call me an old cow.

Hello, Chunky! Hello, Annie. You're out late.

I've been thrown out me place. Why? I knocked her for the rent. You'll find somewhere.

I need some money first. 'Ere, you don't fancy four penn'orth, do you?

Sorry. Don't fancy it tonight.

What about you? Fancy cuddling something live for a change?

Chunky... Yes, Annie? You can have it for nothing. I'm feeling real lonely tonight.

No, thanks, love. I'm too busy, honest.

Oh.

Oh, well.

Mind you don't let that knife slip!

Inspector Lestrade! I've found something!

No. Annie Chapman's purse was found with her body.

"Police baffled. Jack the Ripper vanished into thin air."

The desperate authorities will come running to Baker Street.

They're here! But not running.

The person who rang does not desire entry. He is deliberately slow.

"He"? It might be a woman. The British postman is not a woman.

A parcel for you, Mr Holmes. Incredible, Holmes!

Thank you, Mrs Hudson.

Postmarked "Whitechapel".

Ah. Surgical instruments.

Who sent those? What is missing? The large scalpel.

The postmortem knife. There's no greater satisfaction than to have a theory confirmed.

Do they tell you anything? First, the obvious.

A medical man has fallen on hard times. Is that obvious?

Instruments of one's trade are pawned last. How do you know they were pawned? This fleck of white.

Silver polish. No surgeon would clean his instruments with it.

Someone else was concerned only with appearance. This is substantiated by these chalk marks.

This is the ticket number. They were stolen, then pawned.

The pawnbroker would not have put them in a window. It faces south in a narrow street. Business is bad.

The pawnbroker is a foreigner. I cannot see... On the contrary! You see everything but observe nothing.

This faded when the sun was at its height, able to shine over the roofs opposite.

A narrow street, facing south.

Business is bad. The case lay undisturbed. How can you tell the pawnbroker was foreign?

The 7 is crossed, Continental-style.

The address is scrawled with difficulty - the writing of a woman who seldom puts pen to paper.

A woman? Undoubtedly a female hand.

Ah, but I am slow! This has more secrets! Where are my tweezers?

The velvet on the lid has been added recently.

The coat of arms of an elder son of a duke. Bring Burke's Peerage. Yes.

Wait here, cabbie. Right, sir.

This way, gentlemen.

His grace will be with you in a moment. Thank you.

To what do I owe the dubious pleasure of this visit?

No doubt you will recognise this coat of arms, your grace.

Where did you get this? I believe it to have come from a Whitechapel pawnshop. Pawnshop.

No more than I predicted for him.

For whom, sir? My elder son Michael.

Do you know his present address?

He is dead. Oh. Of what accident?

Disobedience. From the day he left, against my wishes, he has been dead.

You mean disowned. Was he a doctor, your grace?

No, but that was his ridiculous ambition.

The medical profession is honourable.

To a certain class - not to one of the Osborne family, a man who would have become the 10th Duke of Shires.

- Any trade must be dishonourable. - A TRADE, sir?! - The servants will show you out.

Pompous ass!

Trade, indeed!

Did not Burke's Peerage say there were two sons? Yes. Give me that.

How clumsy of me!

Allow me.

This belongs to Michael! Where is he?

I'm afraid I don't know, Lord...

Lord Carfax. Sherlock Holmes. My colleague, Dr Watson.

Why have you got my brother's instruments?

They came into my possession in a singular fashion. Your father...

My father is still very bitter. When did you last see your brother?

Two years ago. He went to study in Paris. These were my gift to him. He wrote a couple of times, then...

You tried to trace him? I went to Paris but he'd left and returned to England. And you've heard nothing?

No... No.

Or seen him? Of course not.

Thank you. Good day, Lord Carfax.

Come, Watson. May I?

Good day.

Whitechapel, cabbie. Yes, sir.

Why Whitechapel? To find the pawnshop.

The instruments were sent after the murder of the third prostitute.

A woman wishes to interest me in the crimes. I find that provocative.

Oi!

Give us a penny, Mister!

Here.

A narrow street facing south.

Observe, Watson - a foreign name. Uncanny.

Gentlemen, can I help you?

I want information on an article you had in your possession.

No, I don't think... Come, Mr Beck.

Your face reacts faster than your brain. You remember.

I would like to know who pawned this.

Who are you, to demand information? Sherlock Holmes.

Who pledged this case? The pawn ticket number was 872.

Well...

The name given to me was... Osborne.

Osborne? That's the name that...

Angela Osborne.

Did the lady leave an address? "Lady"! Two years ago. Yes.

The Montague Street Hostel. It's a soup kitchen run by Dr Murray.

When did you sell this case?

A few days ago. Yes, yes. It was last Saturday. Ah - the night of the...

Of what, sir? To whom did you sell it?

A man. I never saw him before.

Was the missing instrument here when you sold it? I think so. You are sure?

Of course!

I have reason to assume a connection between this and your local murders.

Murders? You don't think I have...? That's slander. Talk like that can get you sued.

No, sir. It can get YOU hanged!

Accessory before the fact. Supplying a weapon for murder.

A very good day to you, sir.

Holmes! Where are you rushing to? To examine the body of Annie Chapman.

The dead girl? Why? To confirm that the instrument used was a surgeon's scalpel.

Give us a penny!

Lestrade! Mr Holmes - what are you doing here?

The Inspector will help us through officialdom. Hmm. What do you want?

To look at Miss Chapman's body. Out of the question.

I will not argue. I hoped to help prevent the fourth murder. Watson.

Just a moment. What makes you think he'll do it again? I think he will, Lestrade. I think he will.

Oh. All right.