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[tower bell tolls]

Mm.

[whistle blows]

[indistinct chatter]

[women giggling]

Jack.

You are back.

I always come back, don't I?

"De la Terre a la Lune" par monsieur Jules Verne.

Are you dreaming of going to the moon, Jack?

What would be the point?

Once I got there

I'd still be me, wouldn't I?

No, I'm dreaming of a woman now.

My dear,

would you care

to take the gentleman upstairs?

Oh, no, that won't be necessary.

Thank you.

Just as you please.

[moaning]

[indistinct chatter]

[coughing]

[women moaning]

[groans]

[screams]

It's all right.

I'm a doctor.

Help, police!

Murderer! Murderer!

Oh, quickly, quickly.

Police!

Help. Help me!

-Murderer! -[whistle blowing]

There's a murderer!

[Control Voice] There is nothing wrong with your television.

Do not attempt to adjust the picture.

We are now controlling the transmission.

We control the horizontal and the vertical.

We can deluge you with a thousand channels

or expand one single image to crystal clarity

and beyond.

We can shape your vision

to anything our imagination can conceive.

For the next hour,

we will control all that you see and hear.

You are about to experience the awe and mystery

which reaches from the deepest inner mind

to The Outer Limits.

[indistinct chatter]

[Voice Control] Even in the darkest corners of despair, there are glimmers

of a light we call truth.

But what if it is a light to which the rest of the world

is blind?

Hey, Langford, who's the redhead?

Did she see it? Did she see the ripper?

Everything will be revealed in due time, gentlemen.

In due time.

[officer] Inspector.

Miss Annie Chapman.

She witnessed the man running from the scene, sir.

I'm Inspector Harold Langford, Whitechapel police.

What did this man look like?

He was a gentleman in evening clothes.

Handsome, about your height,

with light hair.

Can you tell me anything else about him?

Anything specific?

He had a cane with a horse's head.

If I were you, I'd think about staying home at night.

Inspector,

are you going to catch him?

Yes, madam, I'm going to catch him.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

[Worthington] Master York will be down shortly, my lady.

[Jack] Now I'm up.

Thank you, Worthington.

Look at you.

Have you eaten today?

Did you eat yesterday?

Morning.

Were you at that place again last night?

Oh, please, Ellen, don't fuss.

Why do you do this to me?

I didn't do anything.

I worry about you. That place is not safe.

What are you talking about?

-Haven't you heard?

-What?

He struck again last night, the ripper,

in Whitechapel.

Jack.

Jack.

You must swear to me

that you will never go back to that place again.

Oh, Ellen, please.

You're a doctor.

You know the effects of opium and absinthe.

Your precious Mr. Oscar Wilde is devoted to absinthe.

As for opium, or laudanum,

as I prefer,

I only wish it made me write as well as Coleridge.

Don't you want to get married then?

[sighs]

Of course, I do.

You know I do.

I'm sorry.

No, no, no.

Not until after we're married, remember?

You mean, not until I've recovered from my disgrace.

[sighs] I didn't say that.

That's what you meant.

You want me to stop wallowing around and return to practice.

Well, I don't want to.

-Why not? -Because it's quackery.

No, it's not.

You are and you always have been

an excellent physician.

Do you know where modern medicine is today?

Do you?

Well, I'll tell you.

Ninety percent of what

your so-called doctor prescribes

is no better than sugar water!

-Oh, Jack. -No, it is!

We're worse off than witch doctors

with their roots and herbs.

To think otherwise is pure arrogance.

Believe me, I know.

Then be a surgeon.

That's not witchcraft. That's real work.

You've studied that.

I don't care if it's less prestige.

I'll kill my patients with infection

before their disease kills them.

No, thank you.

Then you don't want to get married.

Ellen, darling.

Your mother would rather

you marry a fishmonger than a surgeon.

At least they stink honestly.

And even if I did return to Harley Street....

...do you really think she'd let you marry me?

Hmm?

She hates me.

Then why don't you prove her wrong?

Then we can get married.

Hmm?

And do everything.

I can hardly wait.

Promise me you'll eat something.

Excuse me, ladies.

I'm looking for a redheaded woman,

about this tall, pretty, roundish face.

Wearing a long blue dress

and a brown tartan jacket.

You haven't seen her by any chance?

I've got everything she's got, love,

only better.

Yes, I'm sure you have.

Good day, madam.

[newsboy] Red, the color of her hair and blood!

Read all about it!

Scene of the crime, right here!

Ripper rips again!

Third victim found!

Red, the color of her hair and blood!

Ripper kills twice

in two days!

Ripper rips again!

Second body found today!

Re, the color of her hair and blood!

Read all about it! Read all about it!

Ripper rips again!

[inaudible conversation]

[all laughing]

Go home, Jack.

To what?

You can't dream away your past.

You made a mistake once.

Yes.

A fatal one.

A little girl died because of me.

We all fail sometimes.

We are all human.

Are we?

Is the man who does this human?

The ripper.

[speaks in other language]

The ripper killed her?

Annie Chapman?

Wasn't she here last night?

Was she?

Do you know why I do this to myself?

Because I hate myself.

I hate being weak.

Then change.

I can't.

Then give in to it.

That's what I intend to do.

-Lizzie.

-I've missed you, Jack.

I thought you'd grown tired of me.

Oh, no, no. I've missed you, too.

I've been looking for you all day.

Oh, you must forgive me, Lizzie.

It's just that sometimes I forget, you know?

I promise you, Jack, after tonight

you'll never forget me.

[both moaning]

Oh, but you're a naughty one.

[grunts]

Good God!

[panting]

[grunting]

[glass breaking]

What... What are you?

[in deep alien voice] I'm old, Jack.

I'm older than you...

...older than London.

I've been around a long, long time.

But I'm afraid your future

isn't quite so rosy.

Don't you come any bloody closer.

Jack?

[screaming]

She's the ripper! She's the ripper!

She's the one murdering the women!

[groaning]

[gasps]

Let me go!

[clock ticking]

It appears Mr. York is late again.

Yes, maman.

I received a letter from my cousin Charlotte this morning.

She wrote me from Vienna.

She went there to see a doctor for hysteria,

though I don't think she's hysterical at all. [chuckles]

It is a sign of the utmost disrespect.

I am sure Jack means no disrespect, maman.

-I'm sure-- -I am sure he does.

His name is Dr Freud.

I believe he's German or Austrian.

Something like that.

He has wasted his fortune...

...and now he seems intent on wasting whatever goodwill

others may once have had towards him.

[Sophie] Oh, now I recall.

Jack told us yesterday

that he had a meeting with his solicitor today.

Oh, that's why he's late.

I believe it may be about money.

You are a true, staunch friend of Ellen's, Sophie,

but don't lie for her, too.

It is bad manners.

Or at least learn to lie better.

I'll try, Lady Julia.

Maman,

I am sure Jack means no disrespect.

It's just that ever since...

He's just been different.

I am not the complete witch, my dear.

I know his life has been visited by tragedy,

with repercussions in the highest circles.

But one soldiers on.

One doesn't wallow in it.

One makes something of oneself.

Mmm-hmm.

Dabbling is for children, and children cannot marry.

And anyone from Vienna is a quack.

Your cousin Charlotte is a nincompoop,

and so are you.

Now...

...let us enjoy lunch.

[grunts]

Jack,

where were you?

You missed lunch.

Oh, I'm...

-I'm so sorry. -It's a sign of the utmost

disrespect.

I'm sorry. Listen, I...

I have something very important I have to tell you.

What?

I... I have to go away for a while...

...and I want you to come with me.

What are you talking about?

Anywhere you want to go,

I'll go, but we have to leave immediately,

all right?

What's got into you? Is something wrong?

Jack, what is it?

Jack.

[clears throat]

Excuse me, sir.

Yes, what is it?

An Inspector Langford is here to see you.

-What? -Mr. York?

Yes?

Mr. John York?

Yes.

I arrest you for the murders of Martha Tabram,

Polly Nichols, Annie Chapman and Elizabeth Stride.

What?

What are you talking about?

I didn't murder anyone.

The ripper did it.

Indeed, you are the ripper.

Take him away.

No.

Don't be a fool. I'm not the ripper!

I'm not the ripper!

No! You're making a mistake!

Sir!

[Jack] I'm not the ripper!

[Ellen] Inspector Langford,

thank you so much for seeing me.

How can I help you, Lady Ellen?

Mr. York is not the ripper.

I know this because...

Because?

The evening that Elizabeth Stride was murdered

he was with me...

...all night.

I see.

Has Mr. York told you

that the ripper is actually some kind of creature,

that this thing

leaps from woman to woman, killing them,

then the women spew green bile?

Inspector,

the reason Mr. York did not inform you of our liaison

is because he is too much of a gentleman.

I, however, have discussed the matter with my mother,

the Countess of Avonrill.

She will speak to the home secretary.

He's a long-time friend of hers who went to school with my late father.

He will speak to Sir Charles.

Sir Charles will speak to Deputy Chief Inspector Swanson,

who will, I presume, speak to you.

No doubt he will.

I wish I had someone

as devoted as you, Lady Ellen.

I'm sure you'll find someone as worthy as yourself, inspector.

Perhaps I shall.

Perhaps I shall.

-Jack! -Ellen!

Oh!

I know who the ripper is.

No, listen to me.

Jack, there is no creature.

Yes, there is, and I have proof.

Why didn't you tell them?

Because I...

Because there was also blood on the rag from the woman,

as well as that of the creature's.

And that's all they would have noticed,

and that would have incriminated me more.

But now I know it's not true.

I didn't kill them.

Ellen, you must believe me. I'm telling you the truth.

Were you drinking absinthe again last night?

No.

Ellen, wait.

I'm telling you.

What?

It was the creature, Ellen.

I chased after it, but then I lost it.

-Ellen. -Why do you insist on this?

Why? You are tearing my heart out.

You are throwing your life away

on absinthe, on your inventions!

It's not real, Jack.

The creature is not real.

I am not throwing my life away.

I'm trying to get it back.

Don't you see?

You and this thing are all that's real in my life.

If I can prove this creature is the ripper,

it will end my disgrace.

That is why I have to pursue it.

I have to seize this opportunity to redeem myself.

I mean, surely you can understand that.

Goodbye, Jack.

Go there, boy.

From the newspaper file, sir.

Thank you.

Do you believe tragedy can drive a man mad, Albert?

[Albert] I suppose so, sir.

Lady Ellen, I need to speak with you.

I beg your pardon.

Away with you, miss! Away with you!

It's about the ripper, and Mr. York.

[Wicket] On your way, miss.

It's all right, Wicket.

Won't you come in?

Thank you, my lady.

[coughs]

[laughs]

Yes.

Jack.

Ellen!

Look, I've found a way to detect the creature.

I've come to a decision, Jack.

Really?

Mmm.

What decision is that?

You were right.

I was?

There are no guarantees in life.

Who knows when it will end?

The one thing that matters is you...

...and me.

We must seize our opportunity.

Yes.

Oh, God.

I thought you'd gone for good...

...that you'd gone to forget me.

I promise you,

after tonight, you'll never forget about me.

No!

What?

Stay where you are!

I don't want to harm you, but just stay where you are.

Have you gone mad?

Get back!

I've got a detector, see?

I know it's you.

Jack, it's me, Ellen.

It's not the creature.

Even the slightest bit of bile glows...

...red.

It's coming from your handbag.

Jack...

Where did you get this?

I got it--

Where did you get it?

I got it from a strange woman.

-Who? -She said she wanted

to tell me something about you.

-Me? -[indistinct speech]

She was very odd,

so I asked for the butler to stay with me.

And then, after she left, I found that handkerchief.

And I remembered what Inspector Langford had said

that you thought the creature spit out a green bile.

You spoke to the creature?

Did it say anything?

-Not really.

-Think, think!

No, after a few moments she left,

and she forgot her handkerchief, that's all.

I thought I'd lost you.

Listen.

Now, there's no question of it.

You have to go. Far away, yes.

-Far away from here. -No. No, I'm not going anywhere.

-Yes. -No, I want to stay here and help you.

It's not safe for you. It's not safe for you anymore.

Just do as you're told!

No, for once in your life, you've got to let me in!

You are my angel.

We're going to see this through together.

-To the end. -Yes.

To the very end.

Yes.

May I be frank, inspector?

I wouldn't wish it any other way, Lady Avonrill.

I can see that you're a gentleman

of sensitivity and intelligence,

so I know that I may rely on your discretion.

If I may be brief,

my daughter, Lady Ellen, is but 23,

with all the weaknesses,

ignorances and passions that that encompasses.

She has always been a headstrong girl.

I believe you spoke of being brief, ma'am.

Yes, of course.

How kind of you to remind me.

Then I shall get to my point.

Do you believe that Mr. York is the ripper?

He is a suspect.

-He is the ripper.

-Until we discover--

He is the ripper.

And the man who captures the ripper will most certainly

receive a knighthood.

I guarantee it.

I serve only the truth, ma'am.

"Honesty is praised and starves."

"Nobility is the one and only virtue."

I see you know your Juvenal.

You have had a better education than I thought.

Apparently so.

Thank you for coming.

I shall remember it always, ma'am.

I hope you shall,

and who I am.

[Jack] All the murders have taken place

within a one-mile area of Whitechapel.

Here, here, here and here.

So I propose we start at its heart

and slowly work our search outwards in a circle.

I intend to take photographs

of all the areas where I've seen the creature,

or where the bodies were found.

I've modified the emulsion somewhat

so they're more sensitive to fluorescent light.

Hopefully, with any luck, we can pick up its trail.

And if we do?

Then that's where the real adventure begins.

This will do, Worthington.

Just one last time.

I won't be long.

[breathes deeply]

[in deep alien voice] Where's your cane now, Jack?

Right here!

Surprise.

What in God's name are you?

I'm a nightmare, Jack.

You're not even of this world,

-are you? -Bravo.

Why don't you go back to your own kind?

Why do you think?

You choose to be here.

[scoffs]

Did Robinson Crusoe choose his island?

You're stranded.

Encore.

Encore.

I must applaud your persistence, Jack.

No one's ever come quite this close before.

It gives me a certain frisson of excitement.

And are there... Are there others?

Other races besides your own out there?

Beyond imagining.

But why me?

Why did you have to pick me?

You're the perfect lightning rod.

They already have

enough clues to suspect you of the murders.

I'll just keep entertaining myself

until they finally have enough clues to convict you.

Goodbye, Jack.

No!

Come, Jack.

You don't want to kill me.

We're too much alike.

We're both outcasts...

...by temperament and by choice.

It would be like killing yourself.

You forget one thing.

I hate myself.

[bones cracking, groaning]

By the way,

does your fiancee always

keep that butler around?

Better luck next time.

Have fun, Jack...

...the ripper.

[groans]

-Ellen, wake up! -Oh, my God.

-Wake up. -What is it?

You have to leave the city at once.

Go to Avonrill,

and don't come back until I call for you.

What happened?

It was here, Ellen, I spoke to it.

It's inside a woman in a cream colored dress.

-Worthington, take lady Ellen home. -No, wait.

We must go see Inspector Langford at once.

Why?

He wouldn't even know what he had.

Arrogance is what killed that little girl, Jack.

Don't argue with me!

Don't you see?

I don't want you around!

I don't want you!

-You don't mean that. -Yes, I do!

You with your silly clothes from Paris,

and your silly ideas about helping me.

It's like having a child in tow!

You have no idea how real people live!

Even your passions aren't real!

It's not one tenth of what a real woman has.

You can't even kiss properly!

Worthington, take me home.

Take her.

May God forgive me.

She was found about an hour ago, sir.

John...

...Crecy Villmorin...

...York.

Jack, the ripper.

And I would like your full report as soon as possible.

Yes, sir.

Uh, Inspector Langford,

I need to speak to you privately.

Sir.

Please, proceed.

I was not with Mr. York

on the evening that Elizabeth Stride was murdered.

I know.

But if you knew--

We still didn't have enough evidence.

Now we do.

Mr. York's watch was found in the fist

-of another victim.

-Tonight?

Judging from the body, yes.

Lady Ellen?

Tonight we were out.

We were looking for the creature

and we became separated.

When I saw him again, he said he had seen it,

that it had approached him.

Lady Ellen,

Mr. York is a sick man,

and a dangerous one.

Yes, he's sick, but not dangerous.

He... He wouldn't murder anyone.

He needs help.

The ripper has murdered five women.

He has cut them open

and left them bleeding on the ground. He's a monster.

But I share your view.

No sane man could perform such a deed,

and no insane man must be held responsible. But he must be stopped.

You won't try to kill him?

No.

You must trust me, Lady Ellen.

Worthington?

Worthington?

[screams]

[groans]

Why'd you come back?

[in deep alien voice] Your detector and your experiments

are primitive like you,

but a bit too close to the bull's-eye.

The last thing I need is any proof that I'm around.

Die!

Die!

Die!

Die! Die!

Seize him!

Die! Die!

[indistinct speech]

Jack!

No, no! No!

She's the one you want!

She's the ripper! She's the ripper, not me!

Jack!

She's the ripper!

She's the ripper, not me!

She's the one you want!

I'm telling you!

She's the one you want!

She's not even human! [cries]

She's the ripper, not me!

She's the ripper!

She's the ripper!

Oh, Ellen, thank God.

Thank God.

Ellen.

Hello, Jack.

[whimpers]

You've come to...

You've come to get me out, right?

No, no, I can prove everything.

All you have to do is fix the box camera.

Yes.

I'm going away for a while, Jack.

What?

No, no, you can't.

You can't. You have to convince them.

It's still out there, Ellen.

Jack, I still care for you...

...very deeply.

But I can't stand this any longer.

No, no, no, no. Don't go.

Goodbye, Jack.

No, no, don't go. Don't go.

Ellen, Ellen, Ellen, Ellen, Ellen!

Oh, no, don't go!

No, no, no.

Oh, Inspector Langford.

Inspector Langford,

you have to believe me.

That thing is still out there.

I'm afraid that's not my concern anymore, Mr. York.

I'm retiring.

What?

I'm going to America for my health.

I shall escort Lady Ellen while she visits there.

It's the land of opportunity.

[coughs]

No, no, no. Oh, no.

No!

[in deep alien voice] Don't worry.

She'll hardly feel a thing.

No, no, no! Don't close it!

[Control Voice] The universe is a labyrinth so vast and mysterious

that those who choose to plumb its depths

may wind up lost forever.

[theme music playing]