If this is the beginning...
of a five-pointed star...
- A bloody Jewish star. - Withers!
Inspector is talking, which means you are what?
- I'm listening, sir. - Yes.
This area would form a likely point.
I want double shifts within these streets until further notice.
And don't only worry about Jews and butchers.
You stop anyone suspicious...
including well-dressed gentlemen.
And by the way, Withers...
the Star of David has six points.
Right. Once more into the breach, dear friends.
Dismissed!
Why have you called me here?
It's just...
It's just you say three more have to be killed.
I can't take it, sir.
It's everywhere. It's in all the papers.
I'm just a simple chap, sir.
I'm not a great man like you.
I just don't know where I am at... anymore.
[Softly] There, there, Netley.
I shall tell you where we are.
We are in the most extreme and utter region...
of the human mind.
A radiant abyss...
where men meet themselves.
I don't understand that.
I don't understand, sir.
Hell, Netley.
We are in hell.
- Let me go! Get your hands off me! - Pull yourself together.
[Grunts] Go on!
- In with you! - [Panting]
Sorry about that, Inspector.
She's madly in love with me...
although she hides it well.
You said McQueen killed your two friends.
- So what are you doing here? - Oh, I see.
Women are butchered right and left, and you can't do piss about it.
- And I'm the fool. - We're watching them.
Can't arrest them without evidence, so we watch them.
- What else can we do? - I'll testify.
If you keep meself and me friends alive, I'll testify.
To what, precisely?
That McQueen said he'd cut me unless I pay him a pound a week.
- No. - What you mean, no?
You asked me to testify. Are you worried I'll let you down?
I won't. I promise I won't.
You testify against McQueen, maybe he goes in for a year or two.
But his boys, they'll take their revenge on you and your friends.
I can't let you do it.
[Woman] It's your round this time.
I confess, I have an appetite.
One day, I'll be a great big round woman...
with a skinny little man for a husband.
And a dozen plump children, I imagine.
You think that's funny... an unfortunate like me being a decent mother?
No, no, I didn't mean that. I didn't mean that at all.
You'll be a wonderful mother someday, Mary.
Honest. I can see it.
I see you in a little cottage by the sea...
surrounded by children.
I can see it, Mary, clear as day.
- I really do have visions, you know. - Are you serious?
Sergeant Godley calls 'em my intuitions.
As a matter of fact...
I had one about you in this case.
You have visions about me?
What might those be?
I want you to think carefully.
Besides McQueen, besides these awful murders...
has anything else happened to you or perhaps to one of your friends...
that's a bit out of the ordinary?
Ben Kidney? That's Special Branch she's describing, you know.
What the hell would Ben Kidney and Special Branch be doing in Whitechapel?
Wait a minute.
She's Irish-born, isn't she? There's your answer.
A secret Irish rebel. That's why they would be after her, right?
They were after Ann Crook...
who was having an affair with a wealthy gentleman.
A man she bore a child.
A child that's now missing, along with its grandparents.
- Right. Drive on, please, driver. - [Taps Glass]
[Whip Cracks]
You do not fuck with Special Branch.
They fuck with you.
I don't know what you're thinking, and I don't care to know.
Inspector Adderly. Mr. Kidney wants to see me.
Mr. Kidney's gone, sir.
Didn't say where. Could be for the night.
No. He said he'd be back before 11:00, and I should wait.
Where are you going, sir?
He said I should wait in his office.
And what floor is Mr. Kidney's office on?
I don't know what floor, you bloody idiot...
because I haven't been to his fucking office yet, have I?
He told me to have the desk man let me up.
But I'm more than happy to stand here like a knob...
because you disobeyed Ben Kidney's order.
It's the second floor on the right.
Thanks.
[Godley] Free Ireland! [Continues Shouting]
Free Ireland!
Get inside, sir!
- [Whistle Blowing] - [Men Shouting, Indistinct]
Just some gunpowder, sir. That's all.
Little more than a firework.
Anyone go in or out?
Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir. Yes, uh...
There's an Inspector Adderly in your office.
No, there's nothing missing here.
The bastards have been in here, sir. I can smell 'em.
- No. - Yes.
No, not together. Too suspicious.
You wait for me, and if she's in there you can go and visit her on your own.
I'm going with you right now...
or I'm going to the newspapers.
I mean it.
There's a number of mental disorders for which it is necessary...
to remove the front part of the brain.
Her records indicate that she was violent...
threatening to do harm to herself... and others.
Does she have any relations?
No, she's a ward of the state.
- That's a lie. - Listen to me.
You're under arrest. You're here to assist my investigation.
- Keep your mouth shut. Is that clear? - Sorry, sir.
Good.
What else do you know about her?
All we know is that she was an unfortunate...
who lived in the Whitechapel district.
I'd like to ask her a few questions.
You won't get any sense out of her.
I'm used to that.
[Door Slams Shut]
Hello, Ann. I brought Mary Kelly.
- Do you remember Mary Kelly? - Ann, you know me.
I'm your best friend in all the world.
Go away. Go away. Go away.
Ann, I'm gonna find Baby Alice.
I'm gonna take care of her.
Alice is laughing to me. Laughing to me.
Laughing to me all day long.
It's all right. It's all right, darling.
What about her father?
Have you seen Alice's father, Ann?
He's a prince. A prince.
A prince! A prince! And I'm a queen.
I'm a queen! I'm a queen!
[Abberline] How do you know he was a painter?
[Mary Kelly] He hired us to pose as artist models.
And what exactly does that entail? "Artist models."
We stood very still so he could paint us.
What's the matter? You think I was born a whore?
Oh, I'm sorry. I'm an unfortunate, not a whore.
England doesn't have whores.
Just a great mass of very unlucky women.
So, Ann Crook...
and the painter became lovers... is that it?
He married her... in a lovely Catholic church... Saint Savior's.
I was a witness, as a matter of fact.
He married her in a Catholic church.
What do you think they've done to Baby Alice?
[Mary Kelly] Special Branch dumped her in Bishopsgate?
Yeah, as an unknown.
- But why? - When I find out, I'll tell you.
- Take me to her. You have to. - No, not yet.
I need to know more first.
Look here, I promise...
that I'll help you with Baby Alice, but not yet.
You gotta trust me on that, at least a little bit.
I do. I do trust you.
Good.
Do you have little ones, Inspector?
No. No.
A year ago... No, two years...
I'm sorry, more than two years...
my wife, um, passed away...
giving birth to what I'm told was a son.
I'm sorry.
Thanks.
I wanna show you some paintings on the way out, yeah?
- Are you gonna take me into the gallery? - Why not?
Come on.
[Chattering]
- Did you see the look on her face? - I think she stopped breathing.
She's a fright.
She has cold eyes.
I feel like someone's walking over my grave.
There's one more painting I want you to see.
You know him, don't you?
[Priest] Those whom God has joined together, let no man put asunder.
I pronounce...
that they be man and wife.
In nomine Patris, et Fili, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen.
- Sir William Gull, please. - Sir William isn't receiving visitors.
Uh...
Sir William? It's Inspector Abberline.
I need to speak with you, sir.
Sir William is ill. Can't receive any visitors.
[Shouts] I said...
you can't go in.
[Gull] It's all right, Dr. Ferral. I don't mind company.
Have Anna bring us some tea, would you, please?
Ah, well, I wish I could tell you, Inspector...
that your story was fantastical.
Unhappily, I cannot.
I know for a fact that the prince has a taste in unfortunate women.
And I suppose it's more than possible that...
he concocted this elaborate deception...
to have some privacy while he indulged in his secret life.
But I know one reason I have for stating...
that Prince Edward being Jack the Ripper is just incomprehensible.
What's that, sir?
If you repeat what I'm about to tell you, both our lives are in jeopardy.
Indeed, I hope for your sake that what I'm about to say...
will steer you clear of the very real danger you're in.
I think I'm well past the point of safe return, sir.
Prince Edward has syphilis.
Not a pleasant state secret, but a vital one.
Well, then that proves it.
I couldn't understand why the prince was killing Ann Crook's friends...
especially so savagely, but...
he's not merely killing them.
He's punishing them.
He wants revenge. Don't you see, sir?
No, Inspector, I don't see.
I'm afraid your wild speculations about the prince's mental state...
clever though they may be...
cannot overcome the physical impossibility...
of his committing these crimes.
The disease is far enough along that...
the prince's hands tremble uncontrollably.
He's very weak, and the killings of Jack the Ripper...
require sure hands and considerable vigor.
And have you forgotten the most telling fact?
Whatever else the prince may be...
he knows little or nothing of human anatomy.
[Horn Blowing]
[Whinnying]
[Keys Rattling, Lock Clicking]
Conduct the candidate to the center of the lodge and cause him to kneel...
for the benefit of prayer.
Vouchsafe thine aid, Almighty Father of the universe...
to this, our present convention.
Who is this?
A poor candidate in a state of darkness...
who comes of his own free will...
perfectly prepared, humbly soliciting...
to be admitted into the mysteries and privileges.
In all cases of danger and distress...
in whom do you put your trust?
In God.
How did he find out about the unfortunate and her child?
Well, he has that kind of cleverness...
you'll sometimes find in the middle classes.
A cheap sort of intelligence, but effective nevertheless.
Hmm. Thank God that's not something you're burdened by.
Yes, thank God.
Recite the solemn oath.
Never to reveal our secrets...
under no less a penalty than...
my throat be cut across...
my tongue be torn out by its root...
and that I be buried in sand...
a cable's length from shore.
You don't think Gull is confiding in him, do you?
The old fellow isn't as far gone as all that, is he?
No. He's not that foolish.
Let the brother receive the light.
[Voices Overlapping]
[Man's Voice] "Another beautiful murder will be committed by me. "
[Second Man's Voice] "Fear me. Jack the Ripper."
- They're rubbish, you know that. - Yes, I agree. They're rubbish.
Though why you persist in believing that red-haired jezebel, I'll never know.
Have you considered that she's the sort of woman who likes to make up stories...
particularly about men?
She is, after all, a whore. She's a woman who...
"A rose by any other name." Is that it?
Frederick, my dear chum, no one is more delighted than I am...
that you've decided to resume your interest in the fairer sex...
but please remember...
a woman like that can make a man feel whatever she wants him to feel.
- Sergeant Godley. - Yes, sir.
Arrest the Nichol Street gang.
- Right away, Inspector. - I tried to stop them, Inspector.
This arrived with this afternoon's post.
[Man] Open it up!
"I send you half the kidney I took from one woman, preserved for you.
T' other piece I fried and ate. It was very nice."
We demand something be done, and done tonight.
"From Hell."
Well, at least they got the address right.
It can't be. Are you sure he was the same?
I know him. I posed for him twice meself.
I stood there naked as a babe watching him paint me for hours.
And he was with Ann for what... over a year?
- Nearly two. - [Door Bursts Open]
Ah, here you are. Hello, girls.
Where have you been? I told you to wait for me.
I can't stay in a pub and not have a drink.
That's cruel. But look who I bumped into.
Remember Ada?
- She's from France. - Bruxelles.
- Yes.
Oh, she is pretty, isn't she?
Not in public, love. Not in public.
Would you give us a minute alone? We need to speak with Liz.
No, Ada, you stay where you are.
Come, Mary. Get a drinksy.
- [Liz Giggling] - Mary.
You don't have to worry about Nichol Street for at least a week.
- I can keep 'em that long. - Well, that's something, anyway.
- Thank you. - Yeah.
- Baby Alice, she's all right? - Yeah, she's all right.
We'll get her out after this is over.
"We'll get her."
Listen.
I want you and your friends off the streets until I can sort this thing out.
- Off the streets? For how long? - A few days, at least.
Well, you better throw us in jail then...
'cause we have no money for food and no money for a doss.
All right. You take this.
Buy some food, get a room and stay there.
Don't tell anyone where you're going. I don't want to know.
In three days, come to the Ten Bells.
I'll leave a message with the barkeep.
What? It's not enough?
I wish I could show you the little village where I was born.
It's so lovely there.
It's by the sea, the way you said you saw me.
I used to think it too small to spend a life in...
but now I'm not so sure.
Don't. Don't.
What? Do you think I'm paying you back?
I didn't mean it as business.
I'm still a woman. They haven't taken that away from me.
Not yet, anyways.
- [Nightstick Strikes Wall] - Enough of that.
Now, lad, at least take...
Sorry, sir.
There, milady. One more time.
[Both Laughing]
And curtsy.
And we're done.
Oh, don't be modest, girl. They don't care what we do.
[Grunts]
I paid for your supper, remember.
Stop shaking your head at me, you slag!
- [Kate] Leave her alone. - [Bottles Clanging]
[Liz] She is my business. She's not yours.
[Mary Kelly] Liz, just be quiet for one bloody night.
[Liz] No, I fucking won't keep my voice down!
[Mary Kelly] Calm down! They'll call the landlord on us.
Don't go out. It's not safe.
I need something to sustain myself.
- I will be right back. - Liz, don't be so fucking stupid!
- Do without for a night. - No.
- I want a fucking drink. - Liz!
[Sighs] Here we are. Service records.
Grenadier Guards. Lieutenant Benjamin Kidney.
There, just as you suspected.
[Abberline] Before he joined Special Branch...
Ben Kidney served in the Grenadier Guards.
Part of his duties included assisting the field surgeon.
Let me tell you something, Inspector, of which I'm absolutely certain.
Assisting an expert is different... very, very different...
from doing it oneself.
Think about it. Someone's gotta clean up after the prince.
And whose job is it to take care of the widow's messes?
You've turned into Othello. Do you know that?
Everything is a suspicion.
And like that tragic Moor...
all your suspicions will end up in your own demise.
For heaven's sake, man, these women aren't just being silenced.
They're being murdered most brutally. Why would Ben Kidney do that?
To scare people. To keep their mind off the real point.
Which is?
Think what's at stake for Special Branch.
Prince Edward married Ann Crook, a commoner and a Catholic.
Married her in a Catholic church. They had a baby.
A legitimate baby, who is, in fact, heir to the throne of England.
All these women were there.
All these women were eyewitnesses to an event...
that could rip the empire to pieces.
When she starts drinking, she'll go all night. You know that.
But she knows how dangerous it is.
She don't believe you about the prince.
She thinks you're feeding that copper candies to keep him interested.
Hello, sir.
Is anything wrong, my dear?
No, sir. For a moment, I thought you were someone else.
Oh.
Thirsty?
Always parched, sir.
Perhaps there is somewhere nearby that we might go...
while my coachman keeps watch.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah. This way.
Follow me.
Yeah, it's this way. Follow me.
I dropped my grapes.
Oh! [Giggling]
[Screams] No!
[Muffled Screaming]
What the fuck are you looking at, Lipski?
Shut up! Shut up!
[Thunderclap]
- [Hoofbeats Approaching] - I hear someone coming, sir.
- [Horse Whinnies] - Sir!
[Whinnies]
[Spectators Chattering]
[Man] All right, George, that's enough.
It's one of them, isn't it?
Throat's cut the same way.
Yeah.
He didn't finish.
Well, she's no less dead for that.
He won't be satisfied by this.
Wilkins?
Fetch the ambulance. Go on, run along.
Excuse me, miss.
[Groans]
You could be dead... right now.
But then there would be too many bloody questions.
Ignore the old man's blathering. Find a scapegoat.
Or next time we won't care who asks...
"Whatever happened to Inspector Abberline?"
We should hurry up, sir. It's clearin' up.
Do you have a piece of chalk, Netley?
Chalk, sir?
- [Whistle Blowing] - They found another one in Miter Square!
[Chattering, Shouting]
[Woman] Bastards! They did another one!
[Man] I heard he cut off. Her nose this time.
Nice work, Inspector. You've encouraged him to do two a night now.
Out of the fucking way, cunt.
Katherine Eddowes.
There's some writing on a wall just down the road there.
You should have a look at it.
[Godley] "The 'Juwes' are the men that will not be blamed for nothing. "
It's hardly Shakespeare, but it'll do.
[Woman] I was busy with the children...
Madame, slow down. Slow down.
Make sure you get the apron as well, yeah?
It was written by the killer, sir.
And how do you know that?
I was here three-quarters of an hour ago.
This building... mostly Jews live here, is that right?
- Yeah, that's right. - Ready now, sir.
Put that away and get out of here immediately.
- Abberline. - Yeah?
Wash that off.
- What? - You heard me.
- It's evidence, sir. - Listen to me.
In another hour, there will be a thousand people poking about in here.
If those words are seen, not a Jew in London will be safe.
We'll have mayhem on the streets. So wash it off!
That's an educated hand, sir. An educated man wrote that.
- Look for yourself. - I don't have to look. I've seen it.
An educated man knows how to spell "Jews."
I don't know what this refers to, but I'm sure it's got nothing to do...
with the people who live around here.
Sergeant, I want two constables to wash that off.
What are you looking to him for? Wash it off!
Yes, sir.
Half a dozen men have seen it already. The sergeant has copied it down.
I'll remember these words for as long as I live.
So all you're doing is destroying its value as evidence.
No, all I'm doing is taking charge of an investigation...
that you have bungled to the point of gross inefficiency...
and I've had enough.
You are suspended from duty, Abberline.
Inspector Abberline is suspended.
- All his privileges are cancelled. - Yes, sir.
You've not seen her, then?
Well, if she comes around, give her this.
Long letter, eh?
This is for your trouble.
The letter's private. You understand?
- I understand. - Right.
[Heartbeat Pounding]
[Man] Where's this?
Recite the solemn oath.
Never to reveal our secrets...
[Screaming]
[Man Whispering]
[Godley] Grapes again.
Why grapes?
[Abberline] This ain't killing for profit.
- [Kidney] He's not that foolish. - You oughta be botherin' McQueen.
- Are you questioning my decision? - Find a scapegoat.
[Voices Continue]
[Abberline] This is ritual.
"Jubela, Jubelo, Jubelum."
"Juwes."
- [Gasps] - It's me, Ada. Me. Only me.
I bring everything for supper.
You little thief. I need this money.
I just take some money and buy food for me and for you.
Is that bad, Marie?
It's fine, dear. You're a good person, but listen.
Until I go away from London, it's not safe for you to go out.
Understand?
I stay with Marie. Beautiful Marie.
It's all right, darling. You don't have to pay for your food.
Pardon?
[Sighs]
Here's to our feast.
[Whinnying]
I'm so sorry to greet you like this, Inspector, but...
but I'm rather late for an appointment.
Will you excuse me if I finish dressing while we talk?
No, no. Please, go on.
Thank you.
I'd like to speak to you about the Freemasons if I might, sir.
The arrangement of the coins at Dark Annie's feet...
and also the locations of the bodies...
form a pentacle star.
A pentacle star is a symbol of the Freemasons, is it not, sir?
Yes.
And the way that all these women were killed... throats cut left to right...
organs removed.
They're reenactments, aren't they, sir?
Reenactments of what?
The Juwes.
The traitors who killed Hiram Abiff, founder of the Masons...
that's how they were executed.
Ah, yes. So the great book tells us.
So Jack the Ripper isn't just merely killing whores.
He's executing traitors.
He's a Mason fulfilling a duty.
Yes, I'm afraid, Inspector...
that you won't be permitted to arrest him.
I don't want to arrest him.
The Ripper has one more traitor yet to kill...
and I will stop him.
Did they come to you, sir...
as a loyal Mason?
Did they ask you to help them cover up the prince's secret marriage?
That's how it started, yes.
And then you discovered the prince had syphilis.
He's going to die of it, Inspector.
Would you like a tour of the syphilis wards?
You're a physician ordinary to the queen...
entrusted with the well-being of the heir to the throne.
Only you...
had reason to believe that these unfortunates...
these whores...
these... traitors...
destroyed your life's work.
Below the skin of history...
are London's veins.
These symbols... the miter, the pentacle star...
even someone as ignorant...
and degenerate as you...
can sense that they course with energy and meaning.
I am that meaning.
I am that energy.
One day, men will look back...
and say I gave birth to the 20th century.
You're not going to see the 20th century.
Roll up his sleeve.
- [Yelling, Muffled] - Don't struggle.
You'll only make this more painful.
[Yelling]
[Kidney Screaming]
[Whinnying]
You all right, mate?
[Onlookers Chattering]
[Dog Barking In Distance]
[Muffled Screaming]
[Bell Tolling]
[Tolling Continues]
- [Man] Dr. Gull. - Yes!
You were describing the human heart.
Yes.
The human heart...
is a dense and powerful muscle...
much like the organic equivalent of mahogany.
And notoriously difficult...
to burn.
About the size of a fist...
it provides the motor power for the circulatory system.
The heart contains two atria, two ventricles...
and four valves.
It is, in eff. Ect, a single pump...
powering a double circuit.
In the adult the heart rate averages 70 to 80 beats a minute.
Such is the force of the heartbeat...
that if the body's largest artery, the aorta, is severed...
- [Flesh Tearing] - A six-foot jet of blood...
is released.
[Mason] Let the brother receive the light.
For you fear no God, arise. [Echoing]
Your faith is well founded.
[Chattering, Shouting]
Don't. Don't go in there. There's no need.
How bad is it?
She's-She's in pieces, sir.
Sergeant, he can go in.
- Give him to me! - He'll be taken care of, I swear to it.
- I want him. - He's done. I give you my word.
Fuck your word! I'll bring every last one of you fucking cunts down.
You and your fucking brothers!
Now, listen to me, Abberline.
Your situation... your difficult situation...
has been thoroughly discussed.
You are reinstated. Indeed, you are promoted.
- [Gasping] - No! No.
Come on. This is not helping anything. Come on! Come on.
Don't be a fool, Inspector.
You will be very closely watched.
[Man] Yeah, you're all there now, ain't ya?
Where were you when this was happening?
It's all right for you, standing around there chatting. What about us?
Inspector Abberline is in charge.
Give him all the assistance he requires.
No!
Remember, you're being watched.
All right, come on, you men. Clear this passage.
- Come on. Move 'em away. - Move back! Back!
Shall we proceed, Inspector?
Body lies in middle of bed.
Shoulders flat, but axis of body inclined toward right.
The left arm is close to the body...
the forearm flexed at a right angle...
resting across the abdomen.
The right arm is slightly abducted from the body.
It rests on the mattress with the elbow bent...
and the forearm supine.
The fingers are clenched, indicating a struggle as she died.
Notice something, Inspector?
No.
No, go on.
Came in not long before dawn.
A bit of a rush. Left this for ya.
[Mary Kelly] I know you asked me to wait.
If I'm to be murdered, I'd like at least to die in my village.
I'm going to the orphanage to collect Baby Alice.
Here's an address where you can find us.
We'll wait for you eagerly.
I know... I know in my heart...
we can be happy living by the sea...
just as you saw.
I hope to be with you soon, dearest.
All my love, Mary.
[Queen Victoria] We are deeply distressed, Lord Hallsham.
We asked Sir William to remove a threat to our family and to our throne...
not to engage in these ghastly rituals.
Oh, no, of course not, Your Majesty. That was unexpected.
On the other hand, he has fulfilled his duties.
The threat is passed, Your Majesty.
In his way Sir William has been loyal...
and we are grateful for that.
The rest is in your hands, Lord Hallsham.
We wish to hear nothing further of this.
Knight of the East...
we are gathered here beneath the God of love...
and before the sight of the Great Architect to judge this case.
You stand accused of mayhems that have placed our brotherhood in jeopardy.
You stand before your peers... Masons and doctors both.
- I have no peers present here. - What?
No man amongst you is fit to judge...
the mighty art that I have wrought.
Your rituals are empty oaths you neither understand...
nor live by.
The Great Architect speaks to me.
He is the balance where my deeds are weighed and judged...
not you.
Knight of the East...
hear our judgment.
[Gavel Pounding]
[Bell Tolling]
Well, they're not watching you anymore.
I'm telling you, it's safe to go to her.
They think she's dead.
If I disappear or change my routine suddenly...
they might wonder why.
You know who you're gonna turn into, don't you?
That boring old bugger in the pub that nobody wants to sit beside.
'Cause as soon as he's had a few drinks, he goes on and on...
about the girl that got away.
Do you want to live the rest of your life like a ghost?
No.
What I want is to go to her.
But at the slightest hint that she's alive, they will spare no expense...
no expense and no trouble.
So I stay... and watch them.
Alice! Alice!
Come in, darling.
Coming, Mother.
[Exhales]
Get up.
Get up! Come on.
Good night, sweet prince.