All language subtitles for Grip.of.the.Strangler.1958

The history of the
Haymarket Strangler. It's all here.

Five unfortunates lured
to their doom...

half-strangled and slashed to death.

Here you are. Only a ha'penny.

The history of Edward Styles,
the Haymarket Strangler.

He terrorized the metropolis.

Five young women murdered
in as many months.

The life story of Martha Stuart.

Only a ha'penny. An eyewitness
account of the Haymarket orgies.

Martha's last night at Judas Hole.

Only a ha'penny.
The life story of Edward Styles.

Five lovely young girls
slashed to death.

Only a ha'penny gets the infamous history
of the Haymarket Strangler.

It's all here.

Five unfortunates lured
to their doom.

No! But I didn't-

I never knew Martha Stuart!

I'm innocent!

You can't hang me
for the murder of Martha Stuart!

Listen! I didn't do it!

You're getting your just deserts!

Cover him well over.
Quicklime is cheap enough.

We therefore commit
his body to the ground.

Earth to earth,
ashes to ashes...

dust to dust.

Doctor Tenant's fainted!
Quick, give us a hand.

I've been back over the records and
given you at least a dozen cases.

Why on earth choose this one?

It's the one clear case
that'll prove my point.

If Styles had had the money
to buy an adequate defense...

he never would have hanged.

Very well.
Let's take this to my office.

- There's more fresh air up there.
- Right.

I don't know why
you social reformers always

want to play detective
to prove your theories.

Because you detectives always leave
such gaps in your investigations.

Well, that doesn't apply to me.
I wasn't on this case.

Now, then, what is it you want?

There was a Dr. Horsely,
the police surgeon on the case.

I'd like to see his report.

Ah, yes.

Yes, here it is.

I don't know what you expect to find.
If ever a case was proved, this one was.

Oh, no, Burk.

There's nothing in Styles's life to show
that he was capable of such violence.

Except for this.

Here's positive identification
of Styles.

A dozen people saw him
that night in the Judas Hole.

Why, one of them, Cora Seth,
she still sings there.

It's quite impossible for her
to have mistaken a one-armed man.

Is the knife still in the box?

You nearly had me that time.

- You know it isn't.
- No, and it never was found.

That's one of the gaps
I was talking about.

Ah, here's what I want.

A young doctor, named Tenant,
Horsely's assistant.

Horsely sent him to do
the autopsy on Styles's body.

Well, the law demands an autopsy on
anyone who's died an unnatural death.

Tenant collapsed
at Styles's graveside.

- Well, you said he was a young fellow.
- Young, perhaps, but not squeamish.

Look, it's all here. Five young women
brutally murdered in the neighborhood.

And the autopsy on all of
them was performed by Tenant.

What are you suggesting?

Why, that he might know as much
about the murders as anybody else.

But I can't find him.
He never went back to Horsely...

not even to collect the salary
that was owed him.

Why did he disappear so soon
after Styles was hanged?

It looks as though
you're concocting some

far-fetched theory out
of your imagination.

Is it so far-fetched? I wonder
if he knew that Styles was innocent.

I wonder if he was hiding something.

My dear Rankin, I've known you
for an awful long time.

Allow me to tell you I've never
heard such rubbish in my life.

How can you call it rubbish if you don't
even know why Tenant disappeared?

But I do. Look, it's all here
in Horsely's report.

Here. Tenant was admitted
at Guy's Hospital seriously ill.

It was from there he disappeared.

Where are you going?

To Guy's Hospital of course,
to concoct another far-fetched theory.

Yes, here it is.
The third.

"Dr. Tenant admitted.

Brought in from Newgate Prison
unconscious."

Ah, yes.

"Suffering from hallucinations,
loss of memory...

and some form of paralysis
of the left side."

Here is an opinion that
"if the hallucinations...

"and attacks of paralysis with
accompanying violence continue...

he must be certified
and confined to an asylum."

Is that what you want?

It makes no mention of the
fact of his disappearance?

It says here, "Dr. Tenant missing
from his room. Authorities notified."

- And that's all.
- Only a note.

"In the event of any person
claiming Dr. Tenant's possessions...

I have placed them in the lost property
room, pigeonhole number 602."

If they're still there,
I'd like to see them.

Well, it's strictly against
the regulations, of course.

But should we look in
the pigeonhole first -

Thank you.

Ah, here we are, sir.

Safe as the day it was placed there.

Now, let me test my memory.

That'll be Dr. Tenant.
Yes, that's the one.

Quite a scandal there was
about it at the time.

- We old ones still talk about it.
- Scandal? What sort of scandal?

Well, the young nurse
who ran away with him.

The doctors all said he was mad.

She thought she knew better.

And when the asylum van came,
no patient, no nurse.

- I never heard what became of them.
- Do you remember the name of the nurse?

I'm afraid you've got me there, sir.

Very quiet.
Very quiet and reserved she was.

Do you have records
that go that far back?

It would mean quite a search.

It would be a great help
if I could have that information.

And if I could borrow these things.

I should have to consult
my superiors of course.

But I think it could be arranged.

- Will you come this way?
- Yes, thank you.

- Ah, good evening, Hannah.
- Good evening, sir.

- Has Dr. McColl come yet?
- Yes, sir.

He's in the conservatory with Miss Lily.
Shall I tell him you've come back?

No, I'll find him all right.
Oh, by the way.

How's that young
scamp of a brother of yours?

Oh, sir, he's doing very well.

He's got himself a job as
a porter at Covent Garden.

Well, good.
That will keep him out of mischief.

Ma and I will never forget
what you did for him, sir.

Well, no need for him to go to prison
simply because he had bad friends.

Is that you, Jim?

Aren't they beautiful?

Now, don't frown.

I've been most careful not to
touch any of your precious papers.

- Thank you, my dear.
- Did you have a good day?

Splendid, I made great strides.

How much longer
are these investigations going on?

Oh, I'm afraid the end
isn't quite in sight, Barbara.

But it's all past.

That man was dead and buried
20 years ago. Let him rest.

I know I can't bring Styles
back from the dead.

But one could force
a change in the legal system...

so that a poor man would have
a lawyer to defend him.

Styles's was a typical case,
and there'll be plenty of others.

- Jim, I realize how much -
- I must find this young assistant of mine.

By the way, we're going out again.
We won't be back for dinner.

- I wanted to talk to you about Lily.
- Later, dear.

Oh, Ken, you must never
return to Canada.

- I couldn't bear it.
- Unless you come with me as my wife.

But that won't be for years.
Not until you've completed your studies.

Psychological medicine
seems such a big thing.

Darling, it's new.

When I win my diploma,
think of the prospect-

a new idea in a new country.

With you at my side,
nobody can stop me.

I can't wait.

- Ah, there you are, McColl.
- Good evening, sir.

I'm sorry, Papa.
I didn't know you were back.

Evening, Lily. My boy, just give me
a hand with this table.

As usual, Burk was most helpful.

Showed me the complete
file on the Styles case.

The trail led to Guy's Hospital
where I found these things.

They belong to Dr. Tenant.

First of all, a letter.

From Australia?

Yes, from a sheep farmer
named Temple...

saying he can give him work
on his station up-country

when he gets there.

Then another letter
from a shipping company...

offering him a berth
on a grain ship...

but saying arrival in Sydney
can't be guaranteed under six months.

And here's the actual ticket, unused.

- He never left England.
- Exactly.

And that's not all.
The usual paraphernalia...

stethoscope, surgical dressing...

and an instrument case from which
a surgeon's knife is missing.

- I don't follow you, sir.
- What was the last case...

that he was employed on
before we lost sight of him?

- You mean the autopsy on Styles?
- Exactly.

An autopsy on which a surgeon's knife
would be an essential instrument...

also the perfect instrument
for murder.

Excuse me, sir.
There's a cab waiting.

- Says you ordered him.
- Thank you, Hannah.

Get your coat, McColl.

Come on, giddap. Giddap.

As you will see, the contents of
Tenant's notebook are most revealing.

Intimate details
of the killings of all five girls.

Details that go far beyond an ordinary,
routine report on an autopsy.

Why was he so fascinated
by these gruesome details?

Well, he was young. Perhaps he took
trouble to follow through on the cases.

- I would want to myself.
- Oh, I doubt that very much, my boy.

I regard it more as the abnormal,
morbid streak...

that is quite lacking
in everything we know of Styles...

but could be used to build
a case against Tenant.

There is a point
I think you overlook, sir.

- Tenant had the use of both arms.
- I know, I know.

And the women were only half-strangled
and then slashed to death.

Of course it's perfectly true
Styles was a one-armed man.

But we mustn't overlook the word
"paralysis" in Tenant's case history.

Oh, I see we're getting close
to our destination.

Where is that, sir?

The place where
the last victim was killed...

and where Styles was
caught and identified...

and the place that is mentioned
so often in Tenant's notebook:

the Judas Hole.

Would you give this note
to Miss Cora Seth, please?

Certainly, sir. Would you be
good enough to wait up there?

Yes.

Hooray!

- My girls are good, eh?
- Oh, very, but...

I really came to see Cora Seth.

Oh, well, give her time.

Twenty years is a long
while to think back.

Miss Seth will be with you
in just a few moments, sir.

Thank you.

Hooray!

- Give us a song!
- Cora!

Hiya, boys.

- This him?
- Yes, it is.

- You're not the police?
- Purely private business.

Oh, that's different.

Your billet-doux about the Haymarket
Strangler gave me quite a turn.

I was only about 17 when I helped send
Martha Stuart's killer to the gallows.

Oh, you're drunk!

I'm not drunk.
I've never been drunk...

and I shall never, never be drunk.

Take this lout away from me.

I'm soaked to the skin.

I, uh-I don't think
a handkerchief will be sufficient.

Uh, where can I take you?

Bring my fan.

Pearl may be your prodigy...

but you'll have to teach her
to handle a man better than that.

She's young. She'll learn.

Well, don't stand there.
Bring it in.

Come on, girls.
Out of the way.

Come here. I haven't thanked you yet
for taking that lout off of my hands.

Oh, it was a pleasure.

There. That was nice, wasn't it?

Come on, ducky. Over here.

Well, sit down.
No need to be uncomfortable.

Thank you.

Well, now, Mr., uh, Rankin.
What can I do for you?

Well, I'm a novelist.

I'm about to write a pamphlet based
on the Haymarket Strangler murders.

- You mean Edward Styles?
- It's not about Styles I want to talk.

There was a young doctor here
the night of the murder...

a certain Dr. Tenant.

- Dick Tenant. He was here.
- You knew him?

Yes, he was always about,
pestering us girls.

- Why do you say "pestering"?
- Well, you know.

In and out. Night after night.
Bottles of champagne.

I never knew why
a young doctor like him

should want to go
rampaging around the town.

He, uh-He didn't seem cut out for it,
if you know what I mean.

- Well, as a matter of fact, I don't-
- A fine thing, Cora.

He rescues me,
and I offer to thank him.

And what does he do?

Asks for his friend who's
talking to Cora, he says.

The gentlemen are here on
business, Pearl.

Business? A fine story.

- What business have you got?
- My business.

And you wrap yourself up
and get back to yours.

Well-

Go on! Don't you sauce me,
you little bit!

You old trull!

Little baggage.

She won't come to much harm,
a girl with spirit like that, eh?

We were talking of Dr. Tenant.

Was he fond of anyone in particular?

- He'd have liked to have been.
- You, for instance?

No. I wouldn't let him
lay a finger on me.

Why do you say that?

I don't know.

You can't account for feelings.

It was just something
in the way he looked at you.

When he touched you, it was -

Anyway, he didn't want me.
It was Martha Stuart he was after.

The girl who was murdered?

Poor Martha.

I'll never forget that night,
not as long as I live.

I was in here, you know.

When I heard that terrible scream,
I went rushing out.

And I was just in time to see
that one-armed creature running away.

Are you quite sure
that it was Styles?

- Are you calling me a liar?
- The face, did you see the face?

I didn't have to see his face. I could
tell that one-armed outline anywhere.

What sort of a girl
was Martha Stuart?

Funny thing, that.

She was as like Pearl as two peas.

Well, I've gotta change.

If you two gents don't want an eyeful,
you'd better get out.

Quite, quite.

That woman's identification
of Styles is worthless.

Exactly.

But what she had to say about
Dr. Tenant is quite another matter.

Now, McColl.
I want his whole history investigated.

Just as thoroughly
as we did with Styles.

Yes, sir.

Oh, Barbara,
you didn't wait up for me?

I told you, dear.
I want to talk to you.

So you did.

I'm sorry, but in the excitement
of the evening, I quite forgot.

- Jim, what I wanted to say is-
- I know.

That I shouldn't go
on wasting my time.

No, it wasn't.
But I will say one thing.

You shouldn't meddle with things
that are outside your knowledge.

You mustn't, Jim.
You mustn't. I beg of you.

I'm sorry, Barbara, but a man must do
the work in which he believes.

I'm sorry, dear.

All I ask is that you don't overtax
your strength, make yourself ill.

I won't. I've nearly finished.

And then I can turn the
summaries over to McColl.

It's about him I want to talk.

He and Lily like each other very much.

Oh, Barbara.
You see a romance everywhere.

Now surely you didn't wait up
just to tell me that.

I did. Lily's spoken to me about it.

- I think she's in love with him.
- Well, in that case...

I'll just have to give the young man
enough work to keep him occupied.

And so far as I'm concerned, dear...

I promise you that very soon
I'll settle down again...

and write another long,
three-volume novel...

suitable for the most
genteel of young women.

And my last inquiry, sir,
was at the medical school.

Tenant's examination
results were brilliant,

but he was an erratic student.

Well done, McColl.
So there we have it.

A father who beat
his son unmercifully.

A mother who drank and didn't care.

Interrupted studies,
but a brilliant mind...

and carousing
in places like the Judas Hole.

Hmm. Where we find that at least
one woman refused him...

- and another couldn't bear his touch.
- Yeah.

He'd have a need to revenge himself.

Five times over in cold blood?

Perhaps he had a compulsion to kill.

Afterwards, in his lucid moments...

he might bitterly regret his actions.

He might even forget them altogether.

You mean he killed while he was
in some sort of a trance?

I can only theorize, sir.

Yes, but it's a theory
that applies to a man...

who had intermittent attacks
of paralysis and great fits of violence.

Well, I can't contradict you, sir.

He was trying to cut himself off from
his old life by going to Australia.

Perhaps in an effort to rid himself
of the compulsion to kill...

he discarded the knife that had
become the symbol of the murders.

Well, it's an explanation, sir, but -

Where was the last place
that he would've had the knife?

Well, I suppose he had it
at Styles's autopsy...

- before the burial.
- Exactly.

So the knife must be hidden
in the most obvious place.

- Where?
- You can't deny it, McColl.

In Styles's coffin.

I tell you, Rankin.
I can't accept your theory.

My commissioner would
throw me out in the street

if I were to present
such flimsy evidence.

In any case, it's pure supposition.

A lot of psychological hot air.

Give me that, McColl.

Is that supposition?

I ask you, where is the knife
that should lie in that groove?

- Was this Tenant's?
- It was.

Again I ask you,
where is the knife?

Well, it's not the first time
a surgeon's lost a scalpel, is it?

How dare you disparage my opinions!

I'm going to find that knife and hold it
under your nose and make you apologize.

I demand that -

- Mr. Rankin, don't.
- I will say it, McColl.

Burk, I demand the exhumation
of Edward Styles's body.

I'm sorry, Rankin.
But please don't drive me too far.

And don't make a fool of yourself.

I'm going to make an official demand
for the exhumation of Styles's body.

If you won't help me,
to whom shall I make it?

Well, if you must, I suppose the governor
of Newgate Prison. But I warn you-

Good day to you.
And I'm sorry I can't add thanks.

- You had no right to admit him.
- I gave you the letter, sir.

Well, let him wait.

Take it back with my compliments...

and see him off the premises.

This way, sir.

- Sir.
- Who are you?

I sent you that letter
in all good faith.

I never read such nonsense in my life.

To exhume a prisoner
sentenced and executed 20 years ago...

for the whim of a scribbling novelist.

- I stated my reasons quite clearly.
- Reasons? That claptrap?

I tell you, I knew the man.

I had the privilege of seeing him
go to the scaffold.

And if ever a blackguardly
ruffian deserved his sentence,

it was Edward Styles.

I'll not let it rest here.

I'll go to higher authority.
I warn you.

Oh, you're warning me?

All we had was the condemned cell.

It isn't everyone
what can stomach a whipping.

I was talking to the governor.
Where is he?

Now, now, take it easy, sir.
You've had a nasty turn.

You're free to go whenever you like.

The previous occupant wasn't so lucky.

His, uh, nibs instructed me
to return this letter.

- Oh, he did, did he?
- Begging your pardon, sir.

The governor acquainted me
with the contents.

Of course, he ain't a free agent.
He's hemmed in by rules and regulations.

- You follow me?
- I think I do.

Do you know the location of the grave?

Do I? I helped to bury him.
Packed him in quicklime, I did.

He was a lovely fit. We couldn't
get him in till we got his clothes off.

- Not half an inch either way.
- Please.

They don't use that graveyard,
not once in weeks.

Now if someone was to
let you in the gate late at night...

someone what knew
where the coffin lay -

Are you suggesting that you would -

Of course, there'd have to be
a consideration for his trouble beforehand.

There'll be no trouble about the money,
but how can I be sure that-

I thought we were speaking
as gentleman to gentleman.

There's your letter.
Be off with you.

No, wait a minute. Wait.

Must you go on working, Ken?

Yes, darling. Your father expects
these summaries by the morning.

You never seem to have
any time for me anymore.

Now, darling.

You know that's not true.

McColl!

When I gave you the
freedom of my house,

I expected you to observe
certain decencies.

- Well, sir, I was going to-
- But, Father, we're going to marry.

Really? I thought it was customary
for a young man to ask permission.

Father, you must have known.

Mother said she tried
to talk to you about it.

I've no real objection
to your joining my family, McColl.

But I do wish
you'd said something to me.

It's bad enough being
blocked and frustrated

by the authorities
at every turn...

without having you add
to my anxieties.

We had no such intentions, Papa.

I'll see that he works
harder than ever.

He'll have to
if I'm successful tonight.

- Do you want me to come with you, sir?
- Thank you, no, McColl.

You can't help me.

Oh, Ken, I'm so happy.

I think he means
to give his approval.

I'm not so sure. Since the day
we went to Burk's office, I've-

I've lost his confidence.

- I disagreed with him.
- Then first thing tomorrow morning...

- tell him how sorry you are.
- Yes, I will.

- But I must talk to Burk again.
- Yes, but not now, Ken.

No, not now.

You've got three hours,
so you'll have your work cut out.

Wait a minute.
I'll be back at 2:00.

And mind you're gone. You'll find
a spade over there in the corner.

But, Mama, why should I wait so long?

Your father hasn't yet told me
that he approves, Lily.

And in any case, dear,
it was very wrong of you...

to encourage Dr. McColl without
speaking to me in the first place.

Now run along upstairs.
I'll come and talk to you presently.

Please, mum.
Shall I lock the front door?

No, Hannah, not yet.
Mr. Rankin isn't home.

- Did he say where he was going?
- No.

But I expect it's some meeting
to carry his investigations further.

Ah!

Did you see that young man sitting
at one of the tables just near to us?

Oh, lovely.

Pearl! Pearl, where are you?

Pearl, can you hear me?

Oh, shut up, Cora!
What do you want?

Come and do me up.
I'm getting too fat.

Oh, all right.
I'll be over in a minute.

Open up, dears.

Here.

- Shh, shh, shh, shh.
- Where's this from?

Quiet. A present
from Major Fortescue.

- Oh!
- Yeah, he sends his compliments...

and he said he wants you all
to join him in fresh bottles...

when these are empty.

- Good night. Come again soon.
- I shall, my Pearl.

You give an edge
to a man's inclinations.

Next time I shall bring you a stone
to match your name.

Oh, two.
Set in gold.

I'll have one here...

and one here.

Pearl! I can't wait all night!

Oh, shut up!

You'd better go, otherwise
Cora will miss her entrance,

and then London
will never be the same.

George, see His Lordship off.

- Good night.
- This way, sir.

And about time too!

Can't you learn to keep
your big mouth shut?

Now, you listen to me, my girl.

Until you're a great deal older
and I'm sure you can pick 'em right...

you're gonna stay right here
under my wing.

Not if you're gonna spoil
the chances I do get.

You nearly lost me
a pair of pearl earrings.

Pearl earrings.

Before I've finished with you...

it'll be diamond necklaces.

You be patient, my Pearl.

- I'll make you the toast of the town.
- You're a good sort, Cora.

With you looking after me,
I'll do all right.

My fan.

- Right. How do we look?
- Gorgeous.

If one day I can equal it,
I'll be very happy.

You will, my love. You will.

Tell George to put
a bottle of stout in my room, eh?

All right. I will.

♪ Now Cora is a lady ♪

♪ I'm a girl what's doing well ♪

♪ I deal in nothing shady ♪

♪ I've got too much to sell ♪

♪ It's very plain for all to see ♪

♪ I've got a heart of gold ♪

♪ So, join the queue ♪

♪ Enjoy the view ♪

♪ I'm big, I'm bad, I'm bold ♪

♪ Oh, Cora ♪

♪ Cora
All the boys adore her ♪

♪ She's always ready
for a little bit of fun ♪

♪ With a duke or an earl
or a younger son ♪

♪ But if you've got the wherewithal ♪

♪ To treat her as you should ♪

♪ For a diamond bright ♪

♪ She'll cuddle up tight ♪

♪ And maybe a little bit more-a ♪

♪ Cora, Cora ♪

♪ All the boys adore her ♪

♪ She's always dining
with the la-di-da ♪

♪ And makin' 'em pay for the caviar ♪

♪ But if you take her fancy
she won't ask you for a sou ♪

♪ But play your part ♪

♪ She'll give her heart ♪

♪ And maybe a little bit more-a ♪

♪ Now, Cora likes a dandy ♪

♪ A chap what's doing fine ♪

♪ I'm not averse to brandy ♪

♪ In fact, it's quite my line ♪

♪ Of course I wouldn't drink a lot ♪

♪ I'm such a careful girl ♪

♪ I wouldn't blot ♪

♪ My copybook ♪

♪ Not even for an earl ♪

Who are you?
Who let you in?

♪ Cora
How all the boys adore her ♪

♪ She's always ready
for a little bit of fun ♪

♪ With a duke or an earl
or a younger son ♪

♪ For a diamond bright ♪

♪ And maybe a little bit more-a ♪

♪ Cora, Cora ♪

♪ All the boys adore her ♪

♪ She's always ready♪♪

It's the Haymarket Strangler!

Stop him!

Stop him! Stop him!

Stop him!

Pearl. Pearl!

Pearl!

You should have stayed in bed, Jim.
You're not fit to be up.

I'm sorry I frightened you, Barbara.
It-It was a nightmare.

I didn't know I was shouting.

You must let Dr. McColl
examine you, dear.

You're not well. I-I know
you don't want to worry me.

I don't want to worry anybody.

But the proof of my theories
is almost within my grasp.

I know now that Styles
was innocent.

Jim, give it up.

I beg of you with all my heart.
Don't go on.

I must go on.
I can't give it up.

The man may still be alive.

I know who he is.
I know his name.

It's Tenant.

I must go to Burk. I must make him
believe me. They must all believe me.

I have the proof.

Sir, there's a man here
from Inspector Burk.

He wants you to join him
at the Judas Hole.

Last night a girl was murdered.
Half-strangled and stabbed.

Have him wait.
I'll go with him as soon as I'm dressed.

Yes, sir.

Oh, Jim. Are my pleas useless?
Do they mean so little?

I'm committed.
I can't turn back now.

Oh, Jim.

Terrible. A young girl like that.

Mmm. Everybody in the place
saw the man.

The resemblance was
so marked that Cora

started the cry of the
Haymarket Strangler...

and the mob took it up
as they set after him.

What can I do to help?

This is your fault.

Why did you have to go
stirring up the dead?

If you'd let Martha lie peacefully
in her grave...

Pearl would be alive now.

This is your doing, Mr. Rankin.

Now, Cora-

Cora, come on.
Pull yourself together.

These hysterics aren't
gonna help anybody.

Come on, Cora.

Try and remember
what the man looked like.

I- I don't know anymore.

I- I don't know.

It was just as though
Styles had come back to life again.

It was the same man.
The very same man.

I'd tell you that if you brought me
face-to-face with him now.

It was the Haymarket Strangler.

Is she right?

Would I have been wiser
to let the dead rest?

I have no opinions about that,
but your theories have been proved right.

There's too much similarity
for this to have been coincidence.

Rankin, are you prepared to cooperate?

In any way that I can.
This man must be stopped.

I want you to come to my office.

For 20 years,
this man's been amongst us.

Something you've either said or done
has stirred his brain.

It shouldn't be difficult
to point to him now.

Burk. Any news? Have you traced them?

No, we've been over
all the early ground,

but we might just as well
have taken your word for it.

I've been over these papers
over and over again,

but the trail always ends
at Guy's Hospital.

I'm on my way there this evening
to go through the records,

see if we can find the
name of that nurse.

- Might be able to trace her.
- How can you?

The authorities were notified.
They couldn't find the runaways.

I know, but it wasn't a matter
of so much urgency then.

- Burk.
- Yes?

There's one more line
of investigation that I must pursue.

Oh, I'll come with you.

No, go on with what you're doing.
This is an intimate matter.

If I'm right,
you'll know soon enough.

Jim, where have you been?
I've been waiting and worrying.

I've been working with Burk
at Scotland Yard...

trying to trace the murderer
of that young girl.

Tell me about it in the morning, dear.

You must get some rest.

I haven't seen you like this since-

Since when?

When did you see me like this?

Barbara, I've never
pressed you on this point.

You've made me content to live as
a man who only knew half of his life,

but now I must know.

You must tell me.

Who is the man you took
from Guy's Hospital?

Don't ask me that, Jim.

Is it an answer that I know myself?

The inevitable end of my search?

That I myself am the man
that I've been hunting?

Of course that's it.

I've known it for days
and been afraid to face the truth.

Why did you do it?

My only crime
has been to love you, Jim.

Then out of your love,
pity me and tell me.

When they brought you
to the hospital, I -I did pity you.

You were so young.

And in the periods
when you were yourself...

so gentle and kind.

Always when you were in my care.

I fell in love with you.

I was a young widow
with a baby to care for.

Lily... thinks of you as a father.

- What else did you know about me?
- Nothing. Nothing at all.

You were to be certified.

I couldn't believe
that you were insane.

- You took me away?
- Yes, I did.

And I encouraged you to
start a new career as a novelist.

It was a fearful risk, but...

I had to create a-another man.

Always afraid
we might be discovered.

I didn't know then
that you were a murderer.

Now that you do?

The decision's no longer
in my hands, Jim.

I tried to warn you...

begged you to give up
these investigations.

Fate has a strange way
of bringing retribution, Jim.

Styles will avenge himself on me
as... well as on you.

- But I'll not desert you.
- No.

Leave me alone.

I'm mad.

Styles, the poor wretch,
would have no use for a surgeon's knife.

But... Tenant would.

He was a doctor.

They're crowding in on me.

Styles and those women.

I must get to Burk before-

Jim, what is it?

What's the matter?

No. Don't.

I don't know where on earth
he could have gone.

He was in my office till
pretty late last night,

then he left to carry out
some inquiries of his own.

He seemed very upset.

And how on earth are we
gonna tell him about this?

And this on top of everything else.

I'd like, um,
Dr.Johnson to have a look at him.

Perhaps you can make him see reason.

- I'd be glad to, McColl.
- Excuse me, sir...

but I've just seen Mr. Rankin
coming down the street.

Well, thank you, Hannah.

Why, Burk,
what are you doing here?

Rankin...

I've got something dreadful
to tell you.

Your wife was found dead
in your study last night.

She'd been strangled and-
and then stabbed.

Hannah said she caught sight of the
murderer as he was leaving last night.

So that's what happened.

Burk, I must talk to you alone.

- Not in there.
- What difference does it make?

That is where she lay?

Yes.

I told you you shouldn't have
come in here.

Doesn't matter.

Burk, you must arrest me.
I killed my wife.

Now, look, Rankin.
You've had a dreadful shock.

Now, we'll find Tenant before long.

I am Tenant.

I've suspected it for a long time...

but last night
my wife gave me the proof.

You must not make
such preposterous statements, Rankin.

I killed her with the knife that
was missing from the instrument case.

It was here-here on the desk.

But how could you have
found the knife?

You wouldn't help me.
I found it myself.

I found it in Styles's coffin.

That's just your writer's imagination.

How could you possibly have dug
up a body at Newgate Graveyard

without somebody seeing you?

It's pure fantasy.

The turnkey.
The turnkey who let me in.

He saw me.

And the people at the Judas Hole.

- And now it's the Judas Hole.
- They'll identify me.

- Except that it wasn't you they saw.
- Hannah.

Hannah saw me.
Let me face Hannah.

Where is he, Ken?

He's in the study with Burk.

- Lily. I -I want you to meet Dr.Johnson.
- How do you do, Miss Rankin?

He's promised to look at
Mr. Rankin in the hope

that we can persuade him to rest.

I hope you succeed, Doctor.

Uh, Hannah, will you come
in the study a moment, please?

Oh, I was just gonna get
Mr. Rankin his breakfast.

Afterwards, Hannah.

Yes, sir.

I don't understand.

Why should anyone
want to hurt Mama?

What are you trying to do, trap me?

I'm not used to telling lies.

Nobody's trying to trap you, Hannah.
You're here at Mr. Rankin's own request.

That's so, Hannah.
Now, isn't it true that-

Now, Rankin, you mustn't
put words into her mouth.

- Now, Hannah, who was it you saw?
- I don't know.

- Was it Mr. Rankin?
- It was too dark to see properly.

He was more like a beast
than a human being.

- Not a gentleman like Mr. Rankin.
- Thank you, Hannah.

Hannah, I know you think
you're trying to help me, but-

Thank you, Hannah.

There you are, Rankin.

A girl who knows you well
couldn't identify you.

But the knife-
I had it here in my hand.

Did you show it to anyone?

No. You sent for me to
the Judas Hole before -

The Newgate turnkey.
He'll know me. He must.

He let me into the cemetery.

Very well, Rankin,
if it'll humor you.

Yes.

Why, sir, this is the gentleman what
visited you in the house of correction.

- All I need-
- I'll ask the questions.

Did you admit him
to the prison again?

What reason would I have, sir?
A respectable gentleman-

I want a straight answer.
Yes or no.

- Never set eyes on him since, sir.
- Th-That's a lie!

You took me in the side gate.
You led me to the cemetery.

You should remember.
I paid you well enough.

Are you accusing this man
of accepting bribes?

Sir...

I came to you with an unusual
but perfectly reasonable request...

and you refused it out of hand.

I had to find the knife
to prove that Styles was innocent.

And I did find it!

How can you deny
that you let me into the cemetery?

I'm sorry, sir. I'd help if I could.
Upon my soul, I would.

- Why, you lying dog!
- That'll do.

Steady, Rankin. Steady.

I ask you, sir,

how could I get him into the cemetery
without my mates knowing anything?

- Just ask them, sir.
- The grave.

The grave where I found the knife.

The earth is still fresh.

Lie as he will,
he can't explain that away.

There you are, sir.
Fresh earth.

- Well?
- See for yourself, sir.

Jim Moxon, the child murderer.
We buried him last week.

- Now you're satisfied?
- It's a trick!

You changed the headstones.

This is Styles's grave, I tell you!
Governor, I demand another-

- Leave him to me. Steady, Rankin.
- Burk! He did let me in.

- I did find the grave.
- Rankin, steady.

- You must help me!
- Rankin, steady.

Oh, I thought it was-

I've asked Mr. Rankin
to remain at the Yard.

He's excited and not at all himself.

After what Hannah told me,
I'm not surprised.

That'll do, Miss Rankin.

He's under the impression
that he murdered your mother.

And that's only the beginning of it.

Naturally I don't believe
this any more than you do.

- Has the doctor seen him?
- He's with Dr.Johnson now.

I want you to return with me.

We must get him into a private home
before anything else happens.

Obviously a case for observation.

- Coldbath Fields?
- No, there'd be difficulty about that...

because, see, he's not actually
a criminal lunatic.

Besides,
it was the request of the daughter

and the assistant
that I examined him.

But an obsessional type -
and dangerous.

I'd certainly prefer to have him
under lock and key.

I'm just as sane as you are!

My daughter had no right!
You can't commit me!

You speak as if I was suggesting
some hole-in-the-corner abduction.

Naturally the certificate will be signed
by a justice of the peace.

Anything we do
is purely for your own good.

You-You'll never get me!

You'll never put me in-

Get a van from Coldbath Fields.

And I must get a message
to the superintendent.

I'm signing the order for commitment.
The man's a maniac.

No, no. Take your hands off me.

You've got no right to-
Send for the inspector.

- Let him go!
- What's the meaning of this?

- Release this man immediately.
- Burk, you know me better than anybody.

You can vouch for me.
Put a stop to this.

Here's the committal order, sir.
Properly signed by the justices.

But this is ridiculous.

I'm afraid this paper's in order.

- I'm afraid Johnson’s within his rights.
- Burk, you-you can't let them!

- You're not going to-
- If he goes, I go too!

Lily, it won't rest here.

You stood there and watched while they
dragged him off to that terrible asylum.

He attacked the surgeon!

And what had they
done to him before that?

Miss Rankin, this is not helping.

I'll get the commissioner
to revoke the order,

and we'll get him into a private home.

Now you get down to Coldbath
Fields and see what you can do.

Right.

Come on. Time to eat.

No! No! I don't want it!
I don't want it! No!

- Company to see you.
- Burk?

- No, it's that doctor friend of yours.
- McColl. What does he want with me?

- Come on. We can't just stand talking.
- No! No! No!

Don't do it. Don't.

- You had no right to put him in here.
- You're seeing him on his best behavior.

Mr. Rankin, it's Kenneth McColl.

I'm arranging to take you away.

Why bother?
You and Lily wanted me put here.

Mr. Rankin, if I'd known this was
going to happen, I'd never have agreed.

You both wanted me out of the way!

You see? You're frightened.

I'm dangerous.

I did strangle those women.
Pearl, Martha Stuart.

Mr. Rankin!

McColl, I curse the day
I ever saw you.

If I ever get my hands on you!

You'll not get away
just by slamming this door!

Where's Burk?
Send for Burk!

I must have Burk!
He'll believe me!

I am Tenant, I tell you! I am!

I strangled those women!
I must prove it to you!

I'm glad you're here, sir.

As medical superintendent
of this asylum...

I want you to authorize Mr. Rankin's
transfer to a private home.

My dear sir, the man is a certified
criminal lunatic.

Oh, I -I admit he's unbalanced,
but he's not a criminal.

He attacked me.

If that's not a criminal assault,
perhaps you can supply a name for it.

Mr. Rankin is a friend and a collaborator.
I know the stress he's been working under.

He's suffering from
a violent psychic upheaval...

possibly a projective identification
with the murderer.

Without a proper examination,
I -I wouldn't like to put a name to it.

Words, man. Words.

You have to take the whole
case history into consideration.

- With proper treatment-
- I don't agree.

I only know that the
so-called treatment

he's been getting here
may do him lasting harm.

Do you think you can cure
a diseased mind by-by brutality?

What are you doing?

Get your hands off!

Well, here are the papers.

I had an awful time
getting the signature.

There wasn't as much difficulty
putting him into the asylum.

- Dr.Johnson raised the objections.
- Admittedly there was provocation...

but it's not right to put a man in
Rankin's condition into a padded cell.

No.

Anyway, thanks, Superintendent,
for all you've done.

I take it you've made arrangements
with a private home.

Yes. I -I'm taking him
straight from Coldbath Fields.

Good.

I'll convince him that Lily bears him as
much love as if she were his own daughter.

♪ When Lily White Sand
he heard the news ♪

♪ His eyes ran down with water ♪

♪ Said he
In love I'll constant prove ♪

♪ For I'll not live very long after ♪

♪ Deedle-dum, deedle-dee ♪

♪ Dee-dum deedle-dee dum ♪

♪ They both agreed to married be ♪

♪ Upon next Easter Sunday ♪

♪ But ratcatcher's daughter
she had a dream ♪

♪ She'd not be alive on Monday ♪

♪ She went once more
to buy some sprats ♪

♪ And tumbled into the water ♪

♪ And down to the bottom
all covered in mud ♪

♪ Sank the ratcatcher's
poor little daughter ♪

♪ Deedle-dum, deedle-dee ♪

♪ Dee-dum deedle-dee dum ♪

- Have you seen him?
- Seen who?

- The escaped lunatic.
- Course I've seen him.

He's hiding under the spuds.
Want to look?

You can wipe that
silly grin off your face.

He's put paid to poor Jack Billins.
Spoiled his looks for life.

Straight he has?

We were right on him.
He was coming this way.

Well, I ain't seen no one,
and I've been here all the time.

He's not in there.
There's only potatoes in there.

Well, if you hear anything, holler.
Come on.

Holler? I'll scream bloody murder.

♪ Said he
In love I'll constant prove ♪

♪ For I'll not live very long after ♪

♪ So he cut his ♪♪

- What will they do to him?
- They'll catch him, of course.

I only hope they'll let him
enter this private home.

Then perhaps, with treatment,
he'll overcome this obsession.

They won't. They'll take him back
to Coldbath Fields.

- It'll kill him.
- Darling, there's little we can do.

He thinks we're responsible
for putting him there.

But we can't turn
our backs on him, Ken.

No, darling, we can't.

We'll do everything in our power.

But as soon as it's over...

I'm going to take you to Canada.

Have you found him?

No, we haven't.
The search parties are still out.

Hunting him like some wild animal,
I suppose.

Miss Rankin,
this is a matter of public safety.

If I'm right, he may return here.

You and Miss Rankin may be
in very grave danger.

- Where's the maid?
- She'll be here soon.

Hmm. You guard the front.
Keep an eye on the road.

- You, come round the back with me.
- Right, sir.

I'm convinced that knife's
in this room somewhere.

But I don't understand. Why should he
want to return here to kill us?

My dear, this is something
beyond all our comprehension.

I had a talk with
that injured attendant...

and it seems evident that Rankin underwent
some actual physical transformation.

- You speak as if he were possessed.
- I believe that he is.

You mean that somehow he released
some evil spirit from the grave?

No, not that. Uh-

A side of himself he can't control.

Uh, a dual personality that,
without the knife, is incomplete.

I can understand all that, but how do you
account for this paralyzed arm?

It's a physical manifestation.

A sort of paralysis associated with
what is going on in his mind.

I don't understand.

He was always so kind and gentle.

But your men searched this room.

It must be here somewhere.

Stay here. Don't move.

Hannah. Hannah, what happened?

It was him.

Quick! Into the house!

Get out!

Forgive me, Lily.

Those faces, they haunt me.

I tried to kill you.

Mr. Rankin...

you'll have to come with me.

Yes.

Yes.

The knife.

It must go back to the grave.

I must put it there.

It's too late, Rankin.

Oh. Burk.

I charge you.

- Bury this knife.
- Shoot.

Hold it!

I'll-

I'll see the knife's destroyed, Rankin.

No use, Burk.

It belongs here...

with me.