Original subtitles

There's been another one.

What IS the plan?

How exactly are we planning on stopping this man?

So, it's not just Leeds, it's Bradford.

Now he goes to Manchester for t'first time.

It might not be his first time. Joan Harrison.

She were in... Where were it? Preston?

Hoban had us look into it and decided it weren't linked.

Everybody knows the Ripper attacks prostitutes,

and everybody knows the Ripper attacked me.

Don't matter if it's not true. That's me scarred. Forever.

"Dear Sir.

"I'm sorry I cannot give my name for obvious reasons.

"I am the Ripper.

"Up to number eight, you say seven,

"but remember Preston '75."

That's Joan Harrison. The one Hoban says wasn't linked.

This is it. This is him.

Nobody knows about Harrison.

This now is the inner circle.

Nobody outside of this room has read that letter...

Come in, Dick, sit down.

..and nor do they have to. Not yet.

Not if we're confident that this is our man.

These have been fingerprinted, yes?

Well, course they have. It's first thing we did.

"I can feel it coming on again."

Jesus Christ, George.

Nobody knew about Joan Harrison, not even us.

But she were hit on the head with a hammer, left on display,

just like the others, and he knew it.

And he says he posted this in Sunderland on "one of his trips".

Now, we know he "gets about". That's a clue, in't it?

So no more bothering with tyres that may or may not have been changed.

That's done. We're putting everything into, erm...

Triple area sightings.

He might get about, but he's only ever in red-light districts.

So any driver seen in three or more red-light areas

gets a visit from us. Manchester, Huddersfield, Leeds,

doesn't matter where, he gets a knock on the door.

Well, we can still check for tyres, then.

That's over now, Jim.

No, cos if you're going to their houses...

It's a waste of time.

It takes two minutes! Jim, take the bloody hint.

It's not a hint, it's an order.

Point is, there's thousands of men using prostitutes.

But they usually go to one red-light area.

Two, maybe, if they work in a different town. But three?

That is rare. That is a very short list.

But one man that you can guarantee is on it... is the Ripper.

Right, what d'you need, Dick? Three teams.

DOOR SHUTS

I did tell them to them face when they come fi knock on my door,

"We're going nowhere. We have a tenancy agreement."

HOWARD: Yeah, erm... may I see?

Morning.

DOOR SHUTS

Here we go, er,

"Landlord must give six weeks' notice for eviction..."

He say he want us to come out Monday. Yeah. Yeah...

"..unless conditions outlined in clause 2b are applicable..."

Er... "Anti-social behaviour"? No.

"Overdue rent"? No.

"Or if emergency work is required."

You see, that is what I've been telling them.

Sorry? No heating.

All winter, I was saying, "No heating."

It cold. And they say, "If you want it fixed, you have to get out.

"You get it fixed, we come back another time. Maybe."

Yeah, but if it's in the contract, and you've signed the contract...

No, no, no. No. Go on.

Well, it's clear that the gentleman...

I'm so sorry, I don't know your name.

Calvin. Clearly, Calvin has a case.

They can't evict him

because they need to maintain their own property.

And they won't be doing it, anyway.

What they'll do is use it as an excuse to get the rent up.

I had it with that flat on Oak Road.

Tenants out for "renovations", flat's back on the market next week,

only this time - surprise, surprise - with higher rent.

Yeah, but the point is, Calvin's signed the contract.

Well, the point is the contract's not fair.

That's the point.

And they're relying on the fact that people like Calvin here

won't seek out local lawyers like us to challenge them.

But you have. And we will.

Or Howard will, you're his client. Sorry, but I can't stand it.

This is Ruth, by the way.

SONG: 'Bridge Over Troubled Water'

Is he here?

Looks ever so smart. I've asked him to stop for his tea.

Well, he can come up here first.

Jackie. Mam, I'm 18.

About to go to university, I'm allowed boys in my room.

I want him to hear me new record.

All right. Well, leave the door open.

Mam! What? Then we can all hear it!

How far is that, Ben? Kinloss?

That's a six-hour drive to get there, Mrs Hill.

Six? And they call THIS the North East.

I keep saying it'd be quicker to fly.

You know, cos he's in the RAF.

They have a scheme for girls to join.

They even do grants for university, but Jackie wants to join the police.

Or the Probation Service.

I'm still not sure about all that, you know?

No? Why not?

Go on, I wanna hear this.

Well... when it comes to an actual career,

there's not many girls get involved in that sort of thing.

Exactly. And that needs to change.

Well, no-one's saying it for certain,

but Brian Newton, who's at Wakefield...

Yeah, I know Brian.

Right, well, he heard Mr Gregory talking about it on t'telephone.

And Jenny reckons that's what got Oldfield

shouting the place down the other day.

Said it straight after I gave him t'post.

And before that, he were all... subdued.

So did YOU see the letter?

It would've been in a pile. Well, she would have done.

But they get that many.

DOOR SHUTS

We could always ask Mr Holland.

You wouldn't dare!

Right, gather in round, please.

OK.

Plan for triple area sightings is as follows -

Leeds, Bradford, Manchester

and Rytka, the coloured girl in Huddersfield, makes four cities.

Now, we divide into two sections, A-M and N-Z.

John? All triple area sightings is to go on a list.

Any fella on that list can expect a visit.

Well, let's hope their wives aren't in.

BOTH: Let's hope they are!

'Ey, listen, if the wives are in, we tread carefully.

The last thing we want to do is embarrass these men.

Right, you heard him.

Hey, Meg. MEG! Where you going?

To ask him!

Mr Holland? Mr Holland? Dick? Sorry.

Erm, so is it true?

Has the Ripper really sent a letter?

Well, none of us can do it all, love. Sorry?

You'll be making calls all day today, yes?

And I won't need to know the details of those calls,

cos I know that if something important comes in,

you'll send it through to myself and Mr Oldfield.

Just as, if we've got anything that you need to know about,

that you can help with, we'll let you know.

Not in a nasty way.

Just we can't have everybody knowing everything, as that gets confusing.

Does that make sense?

Yes, sir. Good lass.

We can take that as a yes, then.

It's becoming routine, this. Sunday morning club.

Morning, sir. Morning.

All right, then. Go on. Lift it.

CHATTER ON POLICE RADIO

REPORTER: 'The body of another prostitute

'has been found in the Bradford area.

'Police have identified her as Donna DeAngelo

'but have yet to confirm

'if this is another victim of the Yorkshire Ripper.

'We spoke with her neighbours following the announcement.'

'Donna did everything for her son. She thought the world of him.

'That's the only reason she did what she did.'

'Even with this Ripper on the loose?'

'That's what she used to say.

' "There's always someone on the loose." '

TV SWITCHES OFF What you doing?

You saw it on the lunchtime bulletin.

I'm just checking to see if I missed anything.

Well, we can check it again tomorrow.

SHE SIGHS

Calvin! Yes, Dee!

All right?

You come to buy us a drink?

I will buy you a drink if you listen.

I found you a lawyer.

I don't want no lawyer. On Chapeltown Road.

I don't want no lawyer on Chapeltown Road.

This is different.

I did tell them about your compensation.

And what them say about you.

And they say fi go see them, and show them the form...

I can't. Them will help you, man.

No, I can't take the form. You scrunch it up, threw it away.

I did keep it.

Just in case.

So you go down there.

And you show them.

This lawyer, whoever he is, he ain't never going to help me.

She.

Her name's Donna DeAngelo.

She was a prostitute found under a mattress in Bradford.

I mean, there's a lot to like,

but David Gee isn't linking it quite yet.

No? It was on the news. Yeah, but it's not official.

The injuries aren't quite the same.

You know, I mean, we're not discounting it,

but she's been lying there for several weeks,

so it's taken a while to sort out.

And there are others like this?

Ones you're not sure about that could well be the Ripper?

Yes, there's a handful, yeah.

Some of them, survivors? Women who'll have met him?

Yeah, but if they've survived,

they've survived a crack on the head, haven't they?

And some of these women are not the most reputable types, you know,

what they say and what we believe are not always the same.

Now, what we don't want to do is link one of these by mistake,

and that'll send us off right down wrong path, won't it?

Right, but we need something. It'll be three years in October.

And there's nothing in the letter to tell you who he is.

Well... I believe it's him.

It might well be.

But there's nothing in the actual letter

that gets you any closer to knowing who he is.

Or am I wrong?

To me, you could do a lot worse than having someone like Domaille

meet these women, these... survivors.

Interview them, so you can either rule them out properly

or rule them in officially.

See if what they say can't push you along. Just an idea.

But this is your area of expertise, not mine.

'I'm sorry. Me friend got angry.'

He scrunched it up like that.

Oh, no. No, in a way, I rather like it.

"My client found your response to be so objectionable,

"that it had to be fished from a nearby bin."

It is disgusting, this judgement.

On so many levels.

The assumptions it makes about you,

the suggestion that you in some way brought this attack upon yourself.

I bet it's changed things, has it?

Every moment of every day.

You drive a fast car. A blue car.

I saw you once.

Music blaring, not a care in the world...

Oh, I don't always... No, darling. I like it.

DOOR BELL RINGS

Hello, love. Oh, Jim. Come in.

Is now all right? Yeah.

Let me take your coat. Right.

Dennis, love, you've got a visitor.

I'll leave you to it.

'Ey up, Jim.

I, erm...

..I didn't know if this was gonna be welcome.

How've you been doing?

Aye, I can't complain.

Well, I can, but I won't.

How about you, Dennis?

Oh... not so bad.

'Ey.

I-I know I haven't been there day-to-day,

but I have been keeping tabs on things...

Oh, no, come on. Let's not... I'm here to see you.

A-And what you find, you see,

when you have time away... is perspective.

Aye. Well, you would do.

Yeah. Start seeing the wood for t'trees.

And now, it strikes me that...

..all this time...

..we've been looking for a monster.

JIM SCOFFS Too bloody right.

What you'll find, if and when you do,

is someone...

forgettable.

A man who buys t'paper, like you and me.

Puts up shelves.

Goes for a pint, bickers with his wife.

Can't speak openly with his mates.

A nobody.

Not a nobody, that's... that's different.

A normal man.

Otherwise...

..you'd have spotted him by now.

You've interviewed...

..thousands of people.

And what's that tell you?

That we will meet him very soon.

You've met him already.

He's in system.

Bound to be.

He needs to...

..change things, Oldfield.

Otherwise, it's going to get away from him.

He needs to change the way he's thinking.

Fetch that book.

Aye.

Open it.

That's all me notes.

Take it with you... when you go.

No, I can't do that.

You must. Show it to the others.

Just till I get back.

Thank you, Dennis.

MURMUR OF CONVERSATIONS

TELEPHONE RINGS

Millgarth Incident Room?

OK, and when was the last sighting, you say?

WOMAN: He's been spotted in both Manchester and Leeds.

In the last four months,

we've had a number of vehicles spotted in the three cities.

Now, you've got your vehicle index and your nominal index.

So, if you get a report of a car -

make, colour, time and place of sighting,

registration, either in part or in full...

TELEPHONE RINGS

Millgarth Incident Room?

Yeah, she's here.

If you get a name -

with an address, or a workplace, or what have you -

then that's a different card,

and that goes in the nominal index, which is listed by surname.

Meg.

If it's both, then it's your vehicle card, like I described,

but you add the name of the owner so it can be cross-referenced.

But then you take a third card,

and you fill out all the vehicle details again. Meg?

It's your husband, love. Tell him I'll call back.

Shall I go through it one more time? Yes, please.

She says she'll call you back.

Don't worry if it all seems a bit confusing.

Once you get the hang of it, it'll click.

I wanted chips, but...

chippy were closed, so I walked home from there.

It's five minutes if you cut between t'houses.

And this was August the 15th, 1975?

Yes, love. A Friday.

I'd come round, I was on our street,

and... that's when I saw him.

Just stepped out in front of me.

He said, "Weather's let us down again, hasn't it?"

Just like that.

Soft voice. Calm as anything.

You said it were friendly. Yeah.

Yeah, it were... it were gentle.

Then what?

Well, erm... that... that's it.

I don't... That's a blank after that.

Two big blows on back of t'head.

My skirt were all up round here.

Cuts on my body with a knife.

They reckon car headlights must've come round corner after that,

cos he were gone.

So they reckon.

That's when he found me.

The man that got out of his car.

He saw me there... face down on t'ground.

He'd left me for dead.

You're all right. You're OK. SHE CLEARS THROAT

And this man, you've not seen him since?

When you've been out, at the shops or in town?

No.

That don't mean he's not local, though.

Only, if it's been three years, then...

you'd have seen him around.

There's no way she'd have seen him.

She's not been out in three years.

NEWSREADER: 'This afternoon, the police officially named

'the Yorkshire Ripper's tenth victim as Vera Millward.

'A prostitute from Hulme,

'her body was discovered this morning

'by groundsmen working at the Manchester Royal Infirmary.

'Millward becomes the second victim in the Manchester area

'and the fifth victim in under 12 months.'

POLICEMAN: I believe you and Vera were well acquainted.

That's right, isn't it?

Well, her boyfriend seems to think you were a regular.

Picked her up every Tuesday in your van.

You know that's illegal, right?

I wouldn't say it was, no. No?

Paying prostitutes for sex not illegal now?

That is, yeah. Right.

But she weren't on the game. Not any more.

And her name weren't Vera.

It was Eva. She was Spanish originally.

But you still picked her up. Yeah.

Still paid her. Yeah, but not for sex.

I paid...

..for her to sit and talk.

For her company.

Fucking hell... What?

Nowt.

It's just a bit sinister, that's all, fella.

Has it really come to that, mate?

Oh, I'm not your fucking mate.

Do we really live in a world where wanting to talk to a woman

is more sinister than wanting to pay her for a screw?

You picked her up every Tuesday night.

She was killed on a Tuesday night.

I was at a birthday party

in St George's Park on Tuesday night.

I can give you the names of the people who were there.

Every single one. That's convenient.

Suppose they'll vouch for you, will they?

Unfortunately. Hmm.

If I hadn't been with them...

..I'd have been with Eva,

and this would never have happened, would it?

You see, that's what you people aren't getting.

It's not just about her.

She had seven kids.

Come on, Nick... Seven.

Don't start blaming yourself now. Oh, I'm not blaming myself.

I'm blaming you.

Your lot wanna be taking a good hard look at yourselves,

asking yourselves, "Why the fuck haven't we caught this bastard?"

MUFFLED CONVERSATION CONTINUES

MUSIC: 'Roll Over Lay Down' by Status Quo

Oh, look, there's a phone there.

Yeah, yeah, we'll take the number.

OVERLAPPING CHATTER

Yeah, I'm excited... Hiya.

Hi, I'm Linda. I'm Jackie.

Where're you from? Ormesby. How about you?

Barnsley.

We'll leave you in peace. All right.

Love you. I'll see you soon.

Spare sheets are in the bin liner. OK.

Love you.

Bye. Bye.

GIRLS CHATTING

Hiya. GIRL: Hiya.

Hello, I like your dress.

Now look at this.

A second letter, from the exact same man,

but this time sent to the Daily Mirror.

Bear in mind that both these letters are prior to the Millward murder.

And he says, don't he, he says in my letter,

"Whores are getting younger. Old slut next time."

And at the bottom of the Daily Mirror, what does it say there?

"Most are young lassies. Next time try older one, I hope."

Vera Millward were 41.

She looked it an' all. She were frail.

She were ill. She'd been in hospital. He mentions that an' all.

And in my letter, he says, what? At the bottom, "Maybe Liverpool..."

"Maybe Liverpool or even Manchester again.

"Too hot here in Yorkshire. Bye."

Not getting much wrong, is he?

I'm beginning to wonder, can we trust The Mirror?

Well, they came straight to us, and they've agreed not to publish.

Well, what if we do let 'em publish?

What would be the downside to that?

Don't talk daft.

I don't see what's daft about it.

Someone might recognise the writing.

And if he knew we were reading them, he might write again,

give us something extra to go on.

No. I'm not having him think he's in charge.

That letter, it were addressed to me personally.

He's goading you.

So I get to decide if we go public.

It's down to me. OK.

Registration, Juliet-Foxtrot-Papa, six-two-two-Delta.

A Vauxhall Viva.

On a John Minter of Shipley. What's reg?

We've got him down as the last statement on the seventh.

Right, there's now a quadruple sighting,

including Bradford on the night of Atkinson.

MURMUR OF CONVERSATIONS

He has indeed, sir. He's been a busy boy.

I can't come home, no.

No!

You do your job, you do your overtime...

Neither can I! Because that's my job.

Well, I don't think it's sustainable, either.

Because if I leave now...

WHISPERING: If I leave now, then I'm letting them down.

We won't keep you long, Mrs Rogulskyj. OK.

So, what myself and Les here have been doing,

is comparing all the attacks

that we know for sure to be by the Ripper.

With those that might or might not be.

Sort things out properly. Does that make sense?

You and your mum, you've been in once before, yes?

Saying you think that the man we've been looking for

might have been the same man who attacked you?

That's right. As soon as we saw it in t'paper.

But they didn't believe her.

Could you describe him for me?

He were about 5' 8". Blue shirt.

He had these dark-coloured eyes.

And a dark beard, like it said in the paper.

I were just walking down the lane...

and so were he, so, you know, just fell into talking.

And he were nice enough.

He kept hanging back, to tie his shoe.

Then just as I turned around, to thank him for his company...

..he started hitting me.

Over and over. On the head.

Grunting.

Grunting from the effort.

But it was only the head?

"Only"? She were covered in blood.

But he didn't attack you anywhere else? Any other part of the body?

You were hit three times on the head with a hammer, Mrs Rogulskyj.

Yes. Then slashed in the stomach.

That's the pattern we're looking for.

That is what the Ripper does. So what are you saying?

Sorry?

You calling me a prostitute?

No. No.

We're saying he made a mistake. That when he saw you, he...

..he thought you were a prostitute.

He's picking up these women in a car,

and he's doing it in urban areas.

You live in the countryside, Mrs Browne, yes?

Yes, that's right. In Silsden.

So there's a lot of things here that do not apply.

He's hitting lasses with hammers. Yes.

And then he's ripping them across their stomachs

with a screwdriver or a knife.

He didn't get a chance. That is what links these cases.

He didn't get a chance. And that is not what happened here.

He saw someone coming, and he ran off, that's what saved her life.

You don't want your daughter to be known as a victim

of the Yorkshire Ripper, do you? Course she don't.

Well, then. But that's what I am.

Why would she make it up?

Well, she's your daughter, Mrs Browne. You tell me.

We'll be including you in the series. No.

That'll be the recommendation. I don't want including.

Look, you were attacked by a man who made a terrible mistake.

There's no shame in it, love.

But there IS shame in it.

I'll be left to deal with it.

There'll be folks buying papers in the shop where I work

who will read all that,

that the Ripper came for me, so I must be a prostitute.

And you'll tell them the Ripper made a mistake.

And I'll tell them the Ripper made a mistake,

and they'll think, "Well she would say that, wouldn't she?

"Wouldn't want people to know what she really gets up to,

"but it's too late now," that's what they'll say.

"Her secret's out. It's in the papers.

"Now we know the truth." Well, if that happens...

Except it is not the truth!

If that happens, Mrs Rogulskyj, then I'm sorry.

But none of that means he didn't attack you, does it?

HE EXHALES

PHONE RINGS

Grange Moor. 'George, Jim Hobson here.'

Look, if this is about those letters,

I'm not gonna change my mind.

No, it's not about the letters.

I, erm...

I got a call from Betty Hoban.

Dennis passed away this afternoon.

'Heart complications, and, erm...' JIM CLEARS THROAT

She said, "There's another one".

What does that mean?

'Meaning that he's claimed another one. He's killed again.'

That's bollocks.

Well, that's just Betty's way of putting it, all right?

Funeral details are to follow,

but I said there'd be a good showing from our side...

Leeds lads especially.

When you think about it,

this were t'one case that he couldn't crack...

..that no-one can crack.

'I'll see you in the morning.'

DISCONNECT TONE

HE COUGHS LIGHTLY

COUGHING INTENSIFIES

You all right, love?

MUFFLED COUGH Love?

I need a quick drink, that's all.

Shall I get you a glass of water? Aye.

Good idea.

A quick drink and a glass of water. HE COUGHS

Right. Stuck in that office God knows how long,

so this is my idea.

I want you seeing what this is actually all about

and what you're doing it for.

It's not just bits of paper, these are real places...

..real people, real crimes.

Now, this became a scene first thing this morning.

You've got forensics officers here as you can see,

an area cordoned off

and a roadblock built all around Savile Park.

Dave.

Victim was a Josephine Whitaker, early 20s...

Did you hear that?

Did he just say early 20s? Mm-hm.

Oh, God.

The initial attack was around here...

and then he's dragged her out onto the grass.

What's the matter?

My sister's got the same shoe.

What this is, I'm afraid, is another mistake.

In our determination to catch this man,

we're driving him out of his comfort zone,

and he is travelling further and further afield

to find prostitutes and...

Er, Josephine wasn't a prostitute. Just let me finish, Mike.

He is travelling further afield to find prostitutes

and such are the number of officers looking for him

that he is now making repeated mistakes.

Is it fair to say that every woman is at risk?

Inadvertently.

But the pressure's getting to him? Correct.

Pressure's on, as they say.

Oh, we sincerely hope so.

WOMAN: That's now three murders in under a year.

So, Chief Constable,

what would your advice be to the women of Yorkshire?

Stay home, stay safe.

MAN FAINTLY: Stay home?

DOOR KNOCKS

Marcella Claxton? West Yorkshire Police.

Can we have a word?

Now, maybe, Marcella, I'm... finding all this a touch confusing.

Maybe you can help me out here.

Now you say you were up on Soldier's Field at, er...

..whenever it was, silly o'clock in the morning.

You make a point of saying you're not a prostitute...

..yet you offer no explanation

as to what it was you were doing there.

I can't remember. You can't remember?

But I know it were him. Do you?

Why?

How can you be so certain

if you can't even remember what you were doing there?

You heard the name Richardson? I heard the name Richardson.

We know who she is, if that's what you're asking.

We wouldn't be doing our jobs if we didn't.

She were attacked in same place. Yes.

Fifty yards away.

Yes, and she was a prostitute, wasn't she? So that makes sense.

Either you were there selling sex

or to steal from a man wanting to pay for it.

It's one or the other. SHE EXHALES

If you won't admit that...

..how is anyone to believe anything you say?

I've locked the back door.

I'll leave you to do the front. Mm-hm.

If they agree to review the decision,

you'll need Marcella to sign it.

You know that, don't you? Mm-hm.

Don't work too late.

CHATTERING

He was seen twice in Chapeltown,

Huddersfield on Boxing Day, three times in Bradford.

Do their wives have no idea this is how they're carrying on?

Oh, could they stop 'em if they did?

PHONE RINGS Incident room.

Yes, yes, she's here. Will do.

No, no, it's not that, darling.

It were Mr Oldfield. He wants to see you.

MEG LAUGHS NERVOUSLY, CLEARS THROAT

Sit yourself down.

Remember I told you,

"If ever we get something that you can help with,

then we'll let you know?"

Sir. Right.

I want you to go into that office and type up what's on here.

I'd ask one of the secretaries, but we need someone we can trust.

Who's it from? Just type it up as quick as you can.

There's a good girl.

Yes, sir.

'I'm Jack.

'I see you are still having no luck catching me.

'I have the greatest respect for you, George, but, Lord!'

SHE EXHALES

SHE EXHALES

SHE CLEARS THROAT

'I'm Jack.

'I see you are still having no luck catching me.

'I have the greatest respect for you, George, but, Lord!'

Right, you all know Dave Zackrisson down from Sunderland.

David, this is Jack Ridgway from Lancashire.

Look, is he a Geordie?

He's not Newcastle, but he's North East, no question.

And the writing on the envelope is a match to that on the letters.

There's no doubt. So we're all agreed.

Whoever wrote those letters sent that tape.

And here's another thing -

forensics have done tests on the letters.

The saliva on the envelope tells us

that the man who wrote those letters is blood group B.

B non-secretor.

Same as the man who killed Joan Harrison.

Now you want to know how many men are B non-secretor?

Six percent. That's one in 20, roughly.

And, remember, he knows things that only the killer would know.

Then this is it. We go public. No.

I agree. Let's not be hasty.

We call a press conference.

We can have it on television tonight.

Someone is going to recognise that voice.

I agree. Look, putting this out will drown us.

You think we're busy now, this'll open up the floodgates.

Ah, we've gotta change things, George. We've got to change things!

We can't just sit here waiting

for him to strike again and again and again.

How many did you find? Another three.

Anna Rogulskyj, attacked but survived.

Olive Smelt, attacked but survived.

Donna DeAngelo, now confirmed attacked and killed.

And not all of them prostitutes, either. It were never just that.

He's after any lass going.

He wants prostitutes. He says it himself.

He's says it on the bloody tape.

And if it's not him? It's him!

But if there was a mistake or...?

Right, then, well, somebody will recognise that voice,

we'll find him, we'll eliminate him, and then we can move on,

and that'll be a result all in itself.

Right, let's have it, then.

How many people in here thinks that we shouldn't go public?

Only one.

We need action, George.

Eleven women, and you're no closer.

Jim's right. We need to change it.

PHONES RINGING, CHATTING

CHATTERING

MAN: Here we go, the Keystone Cops.

The voice you're about to hear...

is the man we believe to be the so-called Yorkshire Ripper.

Now if you recognise this voice, or you're...

harbouring this man, then you need to contact us urgently.

I'm not sure which one...

'I'm Jack.

'I see you are still having no luck catching me.

'I have the greatest respect for you, George, but, Lord!

'You are no nearer catching me now...

'..than four years ago when I started.

'I reckon your boys are letting you down, George.

'They can't be much good, can they?

'The only time they came near catching me...

'..was a few months back in Chapeltown when I was disturbed.

'I'm not quite sure when I'll strike again...

'..but it will be definitely sometime this year.

'Maybe September, October...

'..even sooner if I get the chance.

'I am not sure where.

'Maybe Manchester.

'I like it there.

'There's plenty of them knocking about.

'They never learn, do they, George?

'At the rate I'm going...

'..I should be in the book of records.

'I think it's 11 up to now, isn't it?

'Well, I'll keep on going...

'..for quite a while yet.

'I can't see myself being nicked just yet.

'Even if you do get near, I'll probably top myself first.

'Well, it's been nice chatting to you, George.

'Yours, Jack the Ripper.

'Hope you like the catchy tune at the end.

Ha-ha!'

MUSIC: 'Thank You For Being A Friend' by Andrew Gold

# Thank you for being a friend... #

PRESENTER: 'That was the Ripper Squad's letter...'

DOOR KNOCKS '.. from earlier today,

'where the man known as "the Ripper"... '

Marcella? Marcella, it's Ruth.

I just need you to sign something.

# I hope it always will stay This way... #

Look... it might take a while,

and it will mean going public with your story...

but I really think we've got the case.

# With walking canes And hair of grey... #

Marcella? STIFLED CRY

# Have no fear Even though it's hard to hear

# I will stand real close And say... #

Well, you know where to find me.

# Thank you for being a friend I wanna thank you

# Thank you for being a friend... #

STIFLED SOB

# Thank you for being a friend I wanna thank you

# Thank you for being a friend I wanna thank you

# Let me tell you 'bout a friend. #

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