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� Ring around the rosies

� Pocket full of posies

� Ashes

I just need someone to believe me.

It's a nice day.

C'mon.

JK, stop it!

I had enough today! C'mon, babe.

Just take off your hand.

- C'mon. - No!

Can you give me a kiss? I'm just tired.

Let me go.

Come on, just try to stay, alright?

No!

C'mon!

No, I'm so tired. Come here, baby.

C'mon.

C'mon, do as I fucking say!

Were you really gonna jump back there?

Huh?

The fuck were you doing back there, huh?

You come to get my phone, huh?

What are you gonna do?

Delete the numbers, huh?

You piece of shit!

Fucking bitch!

My fucking phone!

My fucking phone!

I'm gonna end you, bitch!

Nina, you bitch!

I'm gonna get you.

My fucking phone!

What the fuck?

Nina, you bitch!

Nina!

Nina!

So, this is what you wanted, huh?

Fuck me, you scumbag.

Fuck me hard!

You like that, huh?

Dear Ruth,

I am so glad you will be joining us

on this most special of field trips.

You will be meeting five of my best students,

in what I promise is a truly unique location.

A veritable bad place.

Somewhere associated with horror

and fear throughout its history.

Cult sixties director, J G Johnson,

shot The Darkness there,

a film that held a dark mirror up to our souls,

and which the critics hated so much,

it finished his career.

I have chosen you all for your exemplary writing skills,

and the truth you will be bringing to the assignment.

Remember, we are explorers, you and I,

embarking on life's dark journey

to answer that perennial question,

"What lies beyond?"

Hello.

Hello!

Professor Wise?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello!

Such places go back

to the most ancient of times,

when primitive man hoped to understand

the darkness that surrounded them.

Just follow these instructions and the signs provided.

Welcome to Wonderland.

So, where's the rabbit hole?

Boo!

Ah, fuck!

Jesus Christ!

Ah, you fucking scared me, man.

Oh God!

You're going to need this.

If you don't want to break your neck.

Fuck.

Have you noticed none of the lights work in here?

Oh God.

What the fuck are you doing?

Nosferatu.

You are such a little geek.

C'mon, there's stuff you show you, you're gonna love it.

The fuck is all this junk?

Hey.

Look who's here. Do you feel that?

Cold spots.

And you are?

Zack.

Ah, yeah, we met last night,

but we weren't properly introduced.

I'm sorry, we?

Yes, we.

Oh.

You don't sound like your posts.

Funny, that.

You sound exactly like yours.

Alright, it's not like I

actually checked out your profiles.

Can you feel it?

What?

The atmosphere here, it's really intense.

Yeah, no shit.

This place really gives me the creeps.

No one wants atmosphere anymore.

They want scares.

Haven't you learned anything?

You were saying?

Yeah, yeah, shut up.

For fuck's sake, Denton.

So fucking dramatic!

What, calm down.

It's just a joke.

That was some entrance.

Hello.

My name is Dax.

Welcome

to the Electrowerkz.

Professor Wise is waiting for you downstairs.

So, if you'd like to come this way.

Keep coming.

Follow me.

Very Mario Bava.

What are you on about?

Very Gothic.

You talk so much shit.

Cool.

Welcome to Wonderland.

Rooms within rooms.

Like the inside of a

giant mind.

Please,

have a seat.

So, what is this place?

Just an old Victorian warehouse

that were used for raves.

But it has a reputation.

For generations, ghosts have been seen within its walls.

That's why Gerard Johnson shot The Darkness here.

We all here?

We're still waiting for Ruth Walker.

But, I'm sure she'll join us shortly.

I don't get the theatrics.

We could've done all this in the classroom.

I don't think so.

I mean, who cares what happened here?

We need to use our imaginations.

It's not as though we know, or have experienced anything,

of real horror.

On the contrary.

I chose you all precisely because you have made some acquaintance

with real pain and suffering.

Something you must bring to your work here.

I didn't bring you here to be ghost hunters,

I brought you here to soak up the atmosphere.

And to write.

Sorry I'm late.

And here's Ruth Walker.

I'm so glad to meet you in person.

Shall we begin?

I feel I should do proper introductions.

This is James Mcgilvray,

the intellectual among us.

There isn't a horror movie he hasn't seen.

Or endlessly dissected.

And this is Zack, our cynic.

Our non-believer.

Every horror story must have one.

And this is Sadie Fisher.

And Jane Gilling.

Be careful of Sadie,

she's a bit of a witch.

And this is Denton Price.

Don't let his tough exterior fool you.

Denton is our sensitive student,

a man who gets us rooting for the underdog.

Monsters as victims.

And there we have it.

All my best students.

And each with their own interesting backstory.

And what about Ruth?

There's not that much to tell.

I don't know.

What's the big secret?

Some things are just best left not said.

Leave her alone, Zack.

You must tell us what happened.

I don't want to talk about it.

Well, that tells us a lot.

And then of course there are

your adventures with the world of magic.

What happened?

Jane happened.

Zack, you may find that you and Ruth

have more in common than you might think.

So, as I said,

all of you have had some sort of brush

with horror in your own lives.

That's what picks you out from your peers

and gives you an edge.

Well, I had hoped we could get to know each other

before we're ripping each other apart.

Well said.

But, now there's someone I'd like you to meet.

So, this, is the place you wrote to me about.

Indeed.

This is an older part of the building.

I hope it lives up to your expectations.

Feel free to explore.

But be careful which doors you open,

you can easily get lost.

What's with all the lanterns?

It's an affectation of Dax's.

He doesn't like complete darkness.

You'll need your torches from hereon.

Are you sure you want to talk to the dead?

Why not?

Because sometimes

they talk back.

What?

He's not worth it.

Fucking crazy bitch.

You're all explorers, you and I.

Hey guys.

Hey guys.

Wait up.

Guys.

How are you?

Good to see you.

It's very nice to meet all of you.

And you are?

I'm Adam Jenker, you may not particularly know me,

but you may know of my...

From Hell House Pictures?

Yes, the preeminent studio of horror films worldwide.

Hell House some of the best horror films

ever to hit our screens.

Ladies and gentlemen,

would you like to have a seat, please?

They're a good group.

Frankly, horror's in a rut.

It is a prepackaged, plastic product.

We need something imaginative, yet different.

Yes, it needs to scare people,

but it needs to do more than that.

We're looking for your group, in the next few days,

to really deliver.

We need that killer concept.

That box office kicker.

And whoever comes up with the best concept,

can receive this deal.

A guaranteed two million pounds...

Whoa!

...and a huge push from the studio.

I thought you would like that.

Something real,

that's why you're here.

Sort of horror boot camp, if you like.

Consider your dream actors completely attainable,

and your crew, the best on the planet.

Enough of what we have to offer you.

I'd like to hear what you have to offer to us.

I leave you in the capable hands of Professor Wise

to deliver the big idea.

Never mind killer concepts.

Something worth killing for, right?

Ladies and gentlemen, let the pitching begin.

So, that's the hook?

No one gets out alive.

You sound like you're fantasizing and that you are the killer.

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

Violence is what sells.

Yeah, but that doesn't make it scary.

Hey, fuck you, man.

Vampires are so pass�.

She's not a standard vampire.

So, what, she drank the blood of a hundred virgins?

Horror has to be balanced with beauty.

Yeah, I still think it sounds dreadful.

What about Ruth.

You're very quiet.

Yeah, what's in the parcel, Ruth?

Yeah, show us your secrets.

I bet she even sleeps with it.

Right?

It's not my turn to pitch yet.

It sounds intense, someone has to break the mold.

Then you want to entrance the audience,

not just disgust them.

Yeah, but it's not very multiplex.

There has to be a place for serious horror.

People will get bored.

Horror with an intellectual purpose.

It's about the apocalypse.

Denton, I love you dearly, but

it's just another spam in the camping movie.

No it's not, it's about ecology.

We're the monsters.

Everybody understands that.

Yeah, well try selling that in America.

What do you think, Ruth?

Ruth?

Sorry, yeah.

I like it.

And what do you like about it?

It has heart.

And what's wrong with that?

We are trying to write the ultimate horror movie

to scare the shit out of people.

Who the hell cares about social commentary?

What the fuck was that?

Well.

We seem to have created the perfect atmosphere.

No, no, no, I'm serious.

What the fuck was that?

It's an old building.

Doors have a habit of shutting themselves.

All of them?

You know what?

This is bullshit.

You haven't even told us what to expect from this place.

Expect the unexpected.

But, remember, a frightened mind can play tricks.

I'm not frightened.

This place is a fucking health hazard.

Hollywood really does like a 25-word pitch.

Keep it simple.

Something new.

Something no one has seen before.

Twenty-five words, maximum.

Ruth.

Yeah, let's hear it.

The ultimate horror story.

What?

You don't believe she can come up with that?

I don't need 25 words.

I only need three.

Jack

the

Ripper.

Jack the Ripper?

Jack the Ripper?

It's been done a thousand times.

I don't think you understand.

What's in the box, his immortal soul?

The Holy Grail of terror.

Something thought lost for over 120 years.

The knives in the box were used by Jack the Ripper

to commit his murders back in 1888.

I have the providence,

a letter from the most famous black museum.

I have the historical papers to prove

that the box is genuine.

The knives in this box belonged to Jack.

But, the box must never be opened.

Wow.

Wait, don't tell me you believe this shit?

Well, why not?

The knives were never found,

and the crimes really happened.

Five women died in monstrous ways.

How can you write a tasteful screenplay about that?

It's not just a screenplay.

It's much more important than that.

After all, isn't that the very definition of horror?

To be both

cursed and held to ransom

by the very thing that haunts you the most.

It's very Gothic.

It reminds me of Shelley's Frankenstein.

But, it's just an empty box.

How do you know there's anything inside?

I just know.

Here.

Nah.

No, way, this is fucking weird, man.

I don't wanna believe it.

But you can't help but believe.

That was one good session.

I will give you my opinion

on your screenplays in the morning,

which one we'll develop with this

fantastic location in mind.

You do realize that your story changes nothing,

but it does up the stakes.

If the story is a potent one,

you can weave a knot around it between your...

Right, Dax has made up your beds.

I have a long night of reading ahead of me.

Arguably, 28 Days Later was the last great zombie film.

What are you talking about?

What about Land of the Dead?

With scuba diving zombies?

Fair point.

Whatever.

I'm sorry about your mother.

How did you know?

I just do.

I can feel your pain.

Yeah, well, it was a long time ago.

Do you really believe the knives are in that box?

Yeah, I do.

Well, I just think it's a cheap shot to win this thing.

I told you, man.

Zack, don't be such a dick.

It's a good story though, I'll give you that.

It's cold, do you feel that?

It's the power of suggestion.

You don't believe in all this, do you?

Everyone needs a talisman.

I certainly believe they ward off evil.

Except they are evil.

He killed five women.

Whatever, I'm going to bed.

Blood is spilled.

Sadie.

Sadie.

Sadie.

I suppose you think that was very clever.

Get your hands off me.

Stealing the prize like that.

What are you talking about?

We need to find Sadie.

I think you're working with him.

Who?

Professor Wise.

Are you crazy?

We need to plan, you and I.

Let's work together and share the money.

We can forget about the others.

We need to follow Sadie.

No, no.

I know you came out here to find me.

Now, let's see why they shot that movie here.

Why are you talking like this?

Something happened in this place.

I think you know what,

but you're not telling us.

I have no idea what you're talking about, Zack.

I think you do!

Ruth!

What is it?

Look.

Just another trick, something Wise got Dax to do.

Or, maybe even you.

That's bullshit, Zack.

C'mon, she's up here.

You know something about this place, don't you?

Something from your script.

No.

I can see it in your eyes.

You know, I heard you screaming

for your mother in your sleep.

That's not true.

In your dream just now.

Sadie!

Sadie.

No.

You can't help her now.

Zack.

Zack!

What are you watching?

You alright, Ruth?

Ruth?

Ruth.

I need to talk to you.

I loved your script.

So sharp.

So atmospheric.

I got halfway through the second act,

but then I got a little confused.

What do you mean?

I mean, there are pages missing.

Your script was incomplete,

and only complete scripts can compete for the prize.

I saw something terrible in my dream last night.

We need to talk.

And, yeah, I think we do.

I saw both Zack and Sadie murdered.

Murdered by the Ripper, just as it says in my script.

I think you must be mistaken.

Someone else is here.

See, Sadie's here.

I told you, it was a dream.

And Zack?

I know what I saw.

Whoever you saw, it wasn't Zack.

He left this morning.

When I woke, I found this.

I believe he stole the rest of your script.

I don't believe you.

Do you really think Zack would just get up and leave?

He's been talking about this for weeks.

He seems determined to spoil our project.

It's a good job I had read as far as I had.

It's impossible.

He wouldn't have just left.

I assure you he did.

I didn't see it myself, but Dax did.

Zack had to wake him up to get him out of here.

You lock us in here?

At night, yes.

It's just a security precaution.

This place is dangerous.

It seems Zack really was envious of your work.

There's lots of stuff here about unoriginal ideas,

lack of imagination, and of course, that your box of knives,

clever though it is, is in fact empty.

The knives.

She'll be back.

No fucking way.

We need to get them back.

It's this place.

I know it's cliche, but it really does give me the creeps.

We don't even know they exist.

It's in my script.

The one that's conveniently gone missing?

I saw you murdered.

No, it was the witch.

A premonition?

It's okay, I've been here the whole time.

I saw you sleepwalking.

And then...

The Ripper's back!

I saw him.

Come on.

Wait.

I need to show you something.

It was in here.

How can you be sure he was here?

I just know.

It's locked.

You lock this door as well?

Dax.

What do you have to hide?

I've nothing to hide.

It was in here, but the chairs were gone.

It was just Me and Zack and the Ripper.

You saw a dream.

It wasn't a dream!

This is where you fell.

And now the knives are gone, this is dangerous.

Please, we have to get them back.

How did you come into contact with the knives?

They came to me.

They came to me, listen to yourself.

They were given to me.

Okay.

Why you?

I was as surprised as you are now.

You better explain it.

There's no time to explain.

Jack's knives were never actually found.

And the Ripper's identity was never...

No one ever knew.

It's one of England's great mysteries.

That's why I chose your script.

Why?

Because it had something the others lacked.

Reality.

The knives have gone.

Why aren't you taking me seriously?

This is dangerous.

Anyway, you won, so everything's over now.

On the contrary.

Adam Jenker isn't just giving

two million pounds just for the script that I choose.

He wants a fully developed project

that you have all workshopped together.

And now that Ruth's script has gone missing,

it's up to you guys to

rewrite it from what you experience.

From what you see.

And to be locked in here in the night?

No thanks.

I can prove I was here last night.

What?

What Zack wrote on the walls, someone had changed it

and turned it into some kind of child's game.

And now it's just been erased all together.

Welcome home, Eleanor.

� Ring around the rosies

Jane.

� Pocket full of posies

Jane.

I'm here.

Jane.

Jane!

Jane.

Jane.

You're okay.

Come with me.

You said yourself it was a dream.

It wasn't a dream.

Look, he did this.

Someone else is here.

Maybe it was Zack just playing a trick on you.

No, it wasn't, it was him.

He did this.

Someone else is here.

Zack attacked me, he thought this whole thing was a setup.

Me, working with you.

This is just ludicrous.

Jane!

Let her go.

What have you done?

Are you hurt?

I don't know what happened to me from behind the walls.

Something cut me from behind the walls,

I don't know what happened.

It's alright, it's okay.

What are these?

Pages from Zack's script.

Why were they even over here?

For you to find.

They're all about Ruth.

Why would Zack write something about Ruth?

I really don't know.

Are you okay?

I guess.

Is it alright if I sit down?

You know, they are right about one thing.

You're not like the rest of us.

I just need someone to believe me.

Well, I believe you,

or, I can start to believe that

you believe the knives were in the box.

But if you never opened it,

how would you know?

I just know.

Denton, I just know.

And if you opened your ears and listened to this place,

then so would you.

Jane knows.

So does Sadie.

They hear the whispers in the walls just like I do.

They have the same dreams that I have.

Listen.

Just get some rest.

Denton, that's the point.

There is no rest.

Don't you get it?

No, I don't.

Sorry.

What are you guys doing in here?

As you can see,

we found a new part of the maze.

Is she okay?

Listen, we need to find out what really happened in here.

What, you mean when they were shooting that film, or about before?

We need to know what Ruth really saw.

Maybe Zack's still here,

exploiting what he knows to win the competition.

Screw the competition.

Or maybe, Ruth is just a fantasist.

An attention seeker.

She's not putting this on.

Oh my God.

Are you alright?

We wanted to look around

without Wise breathing down our necks.

We need to find Wise,

and then we really need to get out of here.

I saw that little girl in my dream.

You must have seen it.

I told you, I don't dream.

But, I did.

I saw her.

Come on, we're wasting time, let's go.

� Ring around the rosies

� Pocket full of posies

� Ashes, ashes

� We all fall dead

What the fuck is that?

Did you hear that?

Someone's watching us, someone's up there.

I told you, it's the little girl.

I dreamt she came right into our dormitory

and I saw her standing over me.

She wants us to follow her.

Zack!

This isn't Zack.

Okay, come on, I'll show you.

Upstairs.

Zack!

I'll show you.

Sometimes, you should believe your dreams.

Someone up there.

Zack!

It's not gonna be Zack.

It's Wise.

It's not Wise, what is...

Zack!

It's The Darkness.

It's that film Wise was talking about.

That's the little girl.

What, that's her?

The same one.

The same one from my dream.

Oh my God, look.

It's the same girl.

It's just a prop.

Someone...

Zack!

Zack?

So, you found the prop room from The Darkness.

After all these years, it's quite a find.

There was someone else there, too.

And had you seen the doll?

It looks just like the little girl in my dream.

Did you read the diary of Janet Walters,

the lead actress from The Darkness?

No, I didn't.

She says, when she was here,

she was haunted by the presence of a little girl.

Johnson even wrote it into the film.

But, the little girl became a prop doll.

Yeah, we saw that in the poster.

There must have been lots of children working here,

when it was a factory in the 1880s.

There's no record of anyone dying,

but the crews said they sensed something

and Johnson played on this,

which led to the film's wicked reputation.

There's something else going on here.

There's nothing going on.

You have my word.

He saw something.

We all saw something.

I told you, the atmosphere in here can play tricks on you.

Just like it did on Johnson and his crew.

Yeah, well, what about Ruth's dream about Sadie?

It was just that, a dream.

It wasn't a dream, it wasn't just a dream.

The knives are missing, this is dangerous.

We should just leave.

You have made such a good start,

and you need to carry on.

Perhaps, through your explorations,

you can tease out the truth.

The secret of his identity

that people have been trying to discover for years.

Then you need to tell us what happened here.

There's nothing to tell.

Then we're leaving.

You can't leave!

What do you mean?

Obviously, I was referring to the spirit of the competition.

You're here to work on your stories, that's the deal.

If you go to Hollywood now,

with your stories as they are currently written,

how far are you going to get?

They will eat you up and spit you out,

because that's what they do.

How do you know?

Because it happened to me.

Working together,

perhaps through some sort of group consciousness,

you can achieve something special,

something of real, lasting value.

And how do you explain this?

You must explore.

There's a world of illusion

that exists beneath the surface of buildings like this.

It's indiscriminate of who it shows itself to.

So, you acknowledge the possibly of staying paranoid?

Believe what you want.

Look out for each other.

James, we need to ask Wise for the key.

And you think he'll give it to us?

He wants us to be here for the duration.

What about Dax, we'll just ask him.

I don't trust him either.

Get outta my way.

Good luck with that.

For fuck's sake!

Maybe you wanna stay here, I mean

you and Zack were best friends,

maybe you're staying in touch.

Don't talk...

there's something I want you to explain to me.

You looking for something?

Yes, looking for a way out.

You sure that's wise.

We want to know the truth. What's going on here?

Nothing is going on.

You have my word,

just five screenwriters

feeling their way to a superb script.

Then what was that? We want the keys.

You have to ask Dax.

Try and find him.

Let us out.

I don't believe this is just about a script.

Believe.

These are your pages.

You were sitting in a cab coming here.

You were sitting with Zack,

talking about Denton, talking about me,

but you wrote this before you came here.

We hadn't even met.

I didn't write that.

Of rooms within rooms.

The perennial dream.

Exploring the inside of a giant mind.

How did you know what we dream?

You talk about how we've all known violence

and real life terror, how did you know?

You set us up!

Help.

Help me.

Help me!

Help me!

Help me.

Help me. Help me!

Help me!

Come on, there's something I need to show you.

We can help you.

James!

James!

Denton, wait!

He's gone, he's gone.

What are you doing?

Come on, we have to get out of here.

There's something I have to do first.

Oh my God.

What the hell is this?

Who do you think dumped all this stuff?

I don't know, but

whoever it is, they've been collecting this for years.

Sadie.

Maybe there is a reason we're here.

Do you really think that's true about Wise?

Yeah.

He knows, he knows for sure.

Denton, go and get the keys from Dax.

He'll listen to you.

Okay.

Look at this.

Who is Jack the Ripper?

They've been working on this for years.

The victims.

These are the first police forensics.

He was the first serial killer to get media coverage.

Real women with real lives.

Older women with a husband that would let them down.

Do you think he even had a motive?

Or maybe he's just some sick-headed bastard

who enjoyed it all.

He must've had a reason.

But sometimes there isn't, sometimes

people just like seeing other people suffer.

The Ripper won't rest

until he's killed every single one of us.

Nina!

Nina!

Nina!

Ruth, you all right?

It wasn't him.

It wasn't him.

Who?

He couldn't help it.

Ruth, you're not making any sense.

Just go and get the keys from Dax.

I'm a big girl, I protect myself, Denton.

I'm not some little scream queen, Denton.

Never thought you were.

He'll be okay.

It's me the Ripper wants.

This victim has five children.

Who cares about the Ripper?

Who were the victims?

I don't know.

The little girl!

She's a victim's daughter.

Yeah, that makes sense.

You want to talk about the Ripper?

Ask yourselves, how many Ripper victims were there?

Four?

Five?

The Canonical Five.

Or six?

Looking for something?

Dax?

Wise?

Dax?

Dax?

Wise?

Dax.

Dax.

Fucking hell!

What the fuck?

Looking for something?

We know you brought us here deliberately.

To write a script, no more than that.

That's bullshit!

We know you're obsessed with the Ripper.

You'll sacrifice us all.

It's a mystery worth dying for, don't you think?

You're crazy.

Don't blame me, blame Ruth.

She brought him back.

You have a purpose behind all this.

This place has some connection with the Ripper,

and we want to know why.

And somehow we fit in.

Tell us!

Think about it.

Haven't you always dreamt of a place like this?

You see things, Sadie.

But when have you ever been truly honest about what you see?

Shall we?

Let's see the Ripper tear poor little Jane to pieces.

You sick fuck!

Sadie.

He's here.

We can't play games anymore.

Who are you?

Have you come to help me?

I don't know who you are.

I'll show you.

Come on.

Bad things happened here, I feel them.

The worse things.

I'll show you, but you must help.

Not like the others.

That's why he carried on, you see.

There's only one way to be rid of him.

Where are you taking me?

These walls weren't always here.

They bricked it up.

Why?

Because they wanted it to end.

This way, it was over,

they didn't want people to see.

They took something.

What they took was evil,

they didn't know what it was really capable of.

The knives.

Jane!

Not so fast.

The Ripper has work to do.

No, you can't!

You should bear witness to his return.

Her life for yours.

You will live, but you must preach to others

the truth of what you have seen.

Why are you helping him?

I'm just a deliverer of bad news.

The Ripper started something that was only paused,

but it was destined to carry on.

Until his desires have been satisfied.

I can't!

I felt her ever since I got here.

In the darkness.

She's my mother.

I tried to watch out for her.

I had a hiding place.

So, there was another murder?

There were many more.

They wanted you to believe it had finished.

They had his knives, each one a special meaning to him.

Come on, get after him, he mustn't get away.

They thought he couldn't kill without them.

You have to stop the Ripper once and for all.

How, he has his knives?

Not all of them.

I hid one.

I hid it in the wall.

Show me.

I'm not allowed.

You have to stop the Ripper once and for all.

I hid one, I hid it in the wall.

Show me.

I'm not allowed.

You can't destroy him.

Not with a knife.

What did Wise do to you?

What did Wise do to you?

He was angry at me for stealing your script.

But, this wasn't his work.

No.

It was Jack.

He's been in these walls for over a hundred years,

waiting for you to bring him back.

Why me?

Hasn't Wise told you yet?

Isn't that why you wrote your script?

Because, deep down in your soul,

you knew.

You just had to drag it out.

What are you talking about?

You think the knife is the only way you can kill him.

It's the only way

you can truly set him free.

It was you, Ruth.

You, he wanted all along.

Wise didn't choose you for your script.

The Ripper chose you.

The Ripper chose you!

The Ripper chose you!

I hid one, I hid it in the wall.

Come on, we got to get out of here.

What happened?

I found Dax.

He's dead.

The Ripper attacked me.

But I found these.

Come on, we got to get out of here.

We can't leave, what about Sadie and Jane?

They're as good as dead.

Come on, we got to get out.

What are you doing?

This place has been waiting

for over 120 years to be discovered.

The little girl,

she's the daughter of the sixth Ripper victim.

What have we here?

Come on.

She stole one of the knives,

and she hid it in the walls.

I have to find it.

I have to find it!

Ruth, this isn't your battle to fight.

I brought him back.

Only I can send him to the hell where he belongs.

Maybe to see what she saw.

I need to see through the eyes of a child.

He's near.

Jack!

Jack.

Jack.

Come out, Jack.

I'm not afraid, Jack.

Give me the blade, don't make me hurt you.

I'm gonna kill you, Wise!

You can't win, Wise.

You can't control him anymore.

You think what motivates him, do you?

I know enough.

You don't know anything.

You think their little knives was an accident?

You think the Ripper chose you?

I chose you!

I'm meant to be here.

Yes, you're right about that.

It wasn't just chance that led me to you.

It was destiny.

Wise!

I'm gonna fucking kill you, Wise.

You can't escape.

Look.

Look at the book.

Each of you related to the original Ripper victims,

a clear line of descent.

Nothing was left to chance.

I studied all of you.

I drew you here for Jack.

You see, I knew rejection too.

The humiliation of not having

my life's work taken seriously.

But I knew I could create something

that would go beyond what one mind could summon up,

and would live for centuries.

The ultimate myth.

And the ultimate evil.

You played your part, Wise.

The Ripper started something that was only paused.

That's why you're here.

And I chose you all precisely.

Sometimes, you should believe your dreams.

No!

Expect the unexpected.

I chose you all precisely.

The secret of his identity.

No one ever knew.

I drew you here for Jack!

Remember,

each of you is related to the original Ripper victims.

A clear line of descent.

And you, Ruth, descended from the little girl,

the daughter of the sixth Ripper victim.

I...

will never

die.

Behold, the new keeper of the blades.

RAZORS Subrip by DanDee