All language subtitles for A Study In Terror (1965).ENG

Hello Darling, like a bit of fun?

Police. Police. Help. Murder...

♪ I'm not too young I'm not too old

♪ Not too timid, not too bold

♪ Just the kind you'd like to hold
Just the kind for sport, I'm told

♪ Tarara boom-de-ay.

♪ Tarara boom-de-ay.

♪ Tarara boom-de-ay.
♪ Tarara boom-de-ay.

♪ Tarara boom-de-ay.

♪ Tarara boom-de-ay.

♪ Tarara boom-de-ay.
♪ Tarara boom-de-ay.

♪ I won't be bullied won't be bossed

♪ I always win, I've never lost

♪ So just keep your fingers crossed

♪ And hope you can afford the cost

♪ I'm game for almost anything

♪ That ends up with a diamond ring

♪ I love to have my little fling when I do...

♪ I always sing.

♪ Tarara.

♪ Boom-de-ay. Tarara-boom-de-ay

♪ Tarara boom-de-ay
♪ Tarara boom-de-ay

♪ Tarara boom-de-ay
♪ Tarara boom-de-ay

♪ Tarara boom-de-ay
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Join me on the stage, lovely crowd.

The old wine tastes the sweetest.

One and two, guv.

- What?
- One or two.

Oh, yes, come.

It's Rupert's round, isn't it?
Rupert?

Rupert, old boy...

it's one and two.

I do believe this damn
whore's lifted my purse.

What you talking about?

We will have to find it.
Where is it?

Up and over with her.

No. No. No. Let me go.

Put me down.

Put her down. She's not a bloody money box.

Put me down. Let me down.

Give me a shilling anyway, would you?

Denounce her, sir.

- Give it to me. Give it to me.
- Shut up.

No, let me go.

Put me down.

Let me go. Oh.

Let me down.

No one steals in my pub, except me.

Except you, Mr. Steiner.

I...

I could tell the coppers something
about you and your pub.

About what's going on upstairs, eh?

What did you say?

Nothing, Mr Steiner.

I didn't say nothing.
Honest, Mr Steiner.

You keep that big
mouth of yours shut, will you?

Else I'll maybe have you carved.

Have me carved will you?

Like you did poor Emma Smith?

Didn't I knew, did you?

Wouldn't the coppers... Oh.

You don't scare me, Steiner.

I'll have you. I'll have you.

Dick.

Hey, Dick...

Take over I'm going out.

Disgusting.

Mrs Hudson...

where do you put
my confounded tobacco?

Have you look in
your violin case, Mr Holmes.

Thank you, Mrs Hudson.

God.

A member of the medical profession
caught red-handed, Dr. Watson?

What?

Your indignation
implies degree of familiarity.

My dear Holmes,

you cannot think that
I'm familiar with a maniac

who meets the woman in the streets
and stabs her again and again...

in Whitechapel.

What was the name of
this unfortunate prostitute?

Polly Nichols...

How did you know she is a prostitute?

- Where do I put my damn pipe?
- How do you know, Holmes?

You haven't seen a newspaper.

You have been reading the stop press

of the third edition of the Times,
printed at 3.30 A. M.

Therefore, the news must have come
in at about 3 o'clock in the morning.

As Polly Nichols was murdered in the street,

It is unlikely that her body
remain undiscovered for long.

So I deduce that it happened
about 1 o'clock in the morning.

Very interesting.

But still doesn't explain how
you knew she was a prostitute.

No respectable woman would be out alone in
the streets of Whitechapel at such an hour,

Therefore, she was
not a respectable woman.

You make it seem so simple.

Oh, Holmes...

There was an identical murder of a woman
in Whitechapel just three days ago.

A second murder?

- Now, that is interesting.
- Why?

Because it is the second murder.

And now, if you don't mind
standing up, my dear friend?

Stand up? What for?

It's a well known maxim of mine...

That when you have eliminate the impossible,

whatever remains, however
improbable, must be the solution.

And, therefore, you
are sitting on my pipe.

- Incredible.
- Elementary, my dear Watson.

And now, Whitechapel.

Who's that?

- Oh, It's me, Mrs. Greenshow, Annie Chapman.
- What you want?

What do I want? What do you think I want?
I live here, don't I?

Not anymore, you're out,
not unless you pays your rent.

Oh, I'll give it you in the morning.

I heard that before.

You give it me now
or you don't come in.

I ain't got it on me.

But I'll get it in the morning,
in me new bonnet.

Yes, you can always
find money for a new bonnet,

but when it comes to pay your
rent that's a different matter, innit?

I'll give it you in the morning.

Let me in.

Careful old cow.

You nearly ruined me new bonnet.

Serves you right.

And now you can shove off out of it.

Yeah, and you know what
you can shove out of you.

Hello, darling. Feeling naughty?

Move along. Go on,
move on there now. Go on.

Wotcher, Cathy. Have any luck?

No a bloody one. I dunno know what's
the matter with the men these days.

Could lend us the price of a
bed for the night, could you?

I've been thrown out me room.

It's only a bob.

I haven't even met me
old man's beer money yet.

He's sitting with his tongue hanging out.
He's dying for me to get off.

- Old cow.
- Don't you call me an old cow.

- Hello, Chunky.
- Hello, Annie. You're out late, ain't you?

- Well, I've been thrown out me place.
- Yes, what for?

- I knocked her for the rent.
- Ah, never mind. You shall find somewhere.

Well, I need some money first.

Ear, you don't fancy four penn'orth, do you?
I'm cutting the price tonight.

Sorry, I don't fancy it tonight.

Hey, what about you, love?

You don't fancy cuddling something
live for a change, do you?

- Chunky...
- Yes, Annie?

You can have it for nothing, if you want to.

I'm feeling real lonely tonight, Chunky.

No, thanks, love.
I'm too busy, honest.

Oh, well.

Hey, you mind you don't let that knife slip.

Inspector Lestrade.
Here, I've found something.

No, Annie Chapman's
purse was found with her body.

Police baffled.

Jack the Ripper vanished into thin air.

I say Holmes it's
a just the circus that this

desperate authorities will
come running to Baker Street, eh?

- They're here.
- But not running, Watson.

The person who rang the bell
does not desire entry.

He is not in a hurry. In fact,
he's deliberately slow.

He? Now, how could you possibly that's
not a woman handling the bell ring.

British postman is not a woman, Watson.

- A parcel for you, Mr Holmes.
- Incredible, Holmes.

Thank you, Mrs Hudson.

Postmarked Whitechapel.

Ah. Surgical instruments.

Who could've sent those?
Which instrument is missing?

Oh, the large scalpel.

The postmortem knife.

There's no greater satisfaction
for an investigator Watson,

than to have a theory confirmed.

Was just the case they
tell you anything, Holmes?

First, the obvious.

This instruments belongs to a medical
man that has descended to hard times.

Is hardly go that obvious.

Instruments of one's trade always
are the last things to be pawned.

- But, how do you know they were pawned?
- Observe this fleck of white.

Silver polish.

No surgeon would ever clean
his instruments with silver polish.

They've Benn treated like common copper by
someone concerned only with their appearance.

This is substantiated
by these chalk marks.

Their related to the pawn ticket number.

But, they were stolen from
a doctor and then pawned.

Pawnbroker thought it was stolen he would
never has displayed in a window.

The shop faces south in a narrow street.

And business is bad.

And I also add that the
pawnbroker is a foreigner.

Oh, I cannot see, Holmes...

On the contrary, you see
everything but observe nothing.

Observe how the material faded here.

The sun has touch the inside of the case
only when it as his height

unable to shine over the
roofs of the buildings opposite.

Hits the shops in a
narrow street, facing south.

And business has to be bad for the
case remained undisturbed for so long.

But, how can you possibly tell that
the pawnbroker was foreign?

The 7 in the page number is crossed
in the continental manner.

You will also observe the
writing of the address, Watson.

Scrawled with difficulty.

The writing of a woman who
seldom puts pen to paper.

- A woman you said?
- Undoubtedly a female hand.

Ah, but I am slow, Watson.

This case has more secrets to tell us.

Where are my tweezers?

The velvet on the lid has
a different texture.

It has been added recently.

The coat of arms of
an eldest son of a duke.

- Quickly Watson, my Burke's Peerage.
- Yes.

- Wait here, cabbie.
- Right, sir.

This way, gentlemen.

- His grace will be with you in a moment.
- Thank you.

To what do I owe the
dubious pleasure of this visit?

No doubt you will recognise
this coat of arms, your grace.

Where did you get this case?

I believe it to would have come
from a Whitechapel pawnshop, sir.

Pawnshop?

No more than I predicted for him.

- For whom, sir?
- My elder son Michael.

- Do you know his present address?
- He is dead.

Of what accident or sickness, your grace?

Disobedience.

From the day he left this house against
my wishes, he has been dead, sir.

- You mean disowned, your grace.
- Was he a doctor, your grace?

No, sir, but that
was his ridiculous ambition.

Oh, the medical profession is, I
believe, an honorable one.

To a certain class, but
not to one of the Osborne family,

to a man who would in good time would
have become the 10th Duke of Shires.

- Any trade must be dishonorable.
- A Trade, sir?

Now, you please...

The servants will show you out.

Pompous ass.

Trade, indeed.

Did not my Burke's Peerage say
there were two sons, Watson?

- Yes.
- Quick, give me the instrument case.

- How clumsy of me.
- Dear me.

Allow me.

This belongs to Michael.

- Where is he?
- I'm afraid I don't know, Lord...

Lord Carfax.

Sherlock Holmes.
This is my colleague, Dr. Watson.

What do you doing with
my brother's instruments?

They came into my possession this
morning in the most singular fashion.

We just been see your father,
but unfortunately...

My father is still
very bitter about Michael.

When did you last see your brother?

Two years ago. He went to
study in at the Sorbonne in Paris.

These instruments were
my own present to him.

He wrote a couple of letters, and then...

You tried to trace him?

I went over to Paris
but he'd left the university

in midterm and returned to England.

And since the you've
heard nothing from him?

No... No.

- Or seen him?
- Of course not.

Thank you.
Good day to you, Lord Carfax.

- Come, Watson.
- May I?

Good day.

- Whitechapel, cabbie.
- Yes, sir.

- Why Whitechapel, Holmes?
- To find the pawnshop.

It could be no coincidence
that those instruments

were sent to me after
the murder of the third prostitute.

A woman wishes
to interest me in the crimes.

And I find that provocative.

Oi.

Give us a penny, Mister.
Give us a penny

Here.

A pawnshop in a
narrow street facing south.

- And observe, Watson, a foreign name.
- Uncanny.

Gentleman, can I help you?

I want some information on an article
you had in your possession some months.

- No, I don't think...
- Come, Mr Beck.

Your face reacts faster than your brain.
You remember very well.

I would like to know who pawned
this case of surgical instruments.

But who are you to come here
and demand information?

Sherlock Holmes.

Now...

Who pledged this case?
The pawn ticket number was 872.

Well...

The name given to me was...

- Osborne?
- Osborne, but that's the name of...

Angela Osborne.

- Did the lady leave an address?
- The lady?

Two years ago. Yes.

The Montague Street Hostel.

It's a soup kitchen run by Dr.. Murray.

And when did you sell this case?

A few days ago.
Yes, yes, it was last Saturday.

Ah, the night of the...

- The night of what, sir?
- To whom did you sell it?

A man. I never saw him before.

And the missing instrument
was that in the case when you sold it?

- Yes, yes, I think it was.
- You are sure?

Of course I'm.

I have reason to assume a connection
between this case of surgical instruments

and your local murders.

Murders?

But you don't think I have any...?

That's slander.

Talk like that can get you sued.

No, sir, talk like
that can get you hang.

Accessory before the fact.

Supplying a weapon for murder, Mr. Beck.

A very good day to you, sir.

Holmes. Where are
you in such a hurry to get to?

To examine the
body of Annie Chapman.

The girl who was
murdered last night? What for?

To confirm that the instrument
of mutilation was a surgeon's scalpel.

Give us a penny.

- Lestrade?
- Mr Holmes, what are you doing here?

Our good fortune, Watson.

Inspector Lestrade to help us through
the mirage of officialdom.

Oh, I don't know about that,
Mr. Holmes, what do you want?

- To look at the body of Miss Annie Chapman.
- I'm sorry, out of the question.

Very well, Lestrade, I will not argue.

I was looking to be able to assist you to
prevent the fourth murder.

- Come Watson.
- Just a moment, Mr. Holmes...

What makes you think
that he is going to do it again?

I think he will, Lestrade.

I think he will.

Oh. All right.

May I?

God. Could a human being have done this?

You see, Watson.

We are right in assuming that two weapons
were used on this poor creature, Lestrade?

Oh, that's correct, Mr Holmes, yes.

A long, bayonet-type knife and a...

sharper, more meticulous instrument.

- A razor, or perhaps a surgeon's scalpel?
- I think a scalpel would be more probable.

I agree.

But you have the advantage over me sir.

You appears to know my name but
I do not believe we have met.

I heard your lecture to the Royal Society

on forensic medicine,
brilliant, and quite brilliant.

My name is Murray.

Dr. Murray, you run
a soup kitchen in the district.

A hostel, next door to
here, for the destitute.

God's know, there's plenty
of them in Whitechapel.

I also overwork as a police surgeon.

- Did you say a bayonet, doctor?
- Yeah, I think so.

Oh, yes a bayonet, without a doubt.

I serve my Queen as a military
surgeon in Afghanistan, doctor.

Oh, aye.

The idea of a bayonet
appeals to you, Lestrade?

Well, It narrows things
down a bit, doesn't it?

Soldiers have bayonets, don't they?

Under leave soldiers come down to
Whitechapel for a bit of fun with the girls.

I would hardly refer to
this as fun, Lestrade.

Now, before you go out and arrest the
entire garrison of the Tower of London,

you'll do well to remember that
a scalpel was also used.

Oh, yes.

Going on you hypothesis you should
also arrest all the doctors as well.

Now, you can discount
the military theory, Lestrade.

Oh, Why should I, Mr. Holmes?

Because the man who killed this girl
have his clothes covered in her blood.

A soldier returning to his barracks
would be detected at once.

No, Lestrade, look for someone living
alone close to the scene of the murders,

who either return quickly to
the safe of his own home,

or bundle his outer clothes
into a safe hiding place.

Meantime, prepare yourself
for more murders.

You keep saying that.

This are frankly look at this
murders by deranged mind.

Whether is no motive
there is no reason to stop.

That's only conjecture, Holmes.

All circumstantial evidence
is conjecture, Murray.

- But it is often right.
- Mr Holmes is usually right.

221b Baker Street, please, cabbie.

Someone should have sent
for us before this, Holmes.

Someone has.

The woman who sent me that instrument case.

Oh, but then why doesn't
she come out into the open?

Being a woman, she uses a women's art.

She intrigues us to Whitechapel.

There is a small service
I would like you to do for me.

Yes?

Visit this hostel of Murray's, demand
and interview with Angela Osborne.

They will say she is not there, you
will say she is. Create a scene.

Create a scene? What do I do then?

Then, Watson, you leave, of course.

♪ Guide me, O thou great Redeemer

♪ Pilgrim through this barren land

♪ I am weak but thou art mighty

♪ Hold me with thy powerful hand

♪ Bread of heaven
♪ Bread of heaven

♪ Feed me now and evermore

♪ Feed me now and evermore. ♪

You have to sing for your supper here.

♪ ..The verge of Jordan

♪ Bid my anxious fears subside... ♪

Be told, mate. If you don't sing,
they don't give you no grub.

♪ ..And hell's destruction

- ♪ Lead me safe on Canaan's side... ♪
- Go on.

If you don't know the words,
just make a noise.

♪ ..Songs of praises

♪ I will ever give to thee Give to thee

♪ I will ever give to thee. Amen. ♪

- Gay, you won't get no soup.
- I did not come here to partake of the soup.

God has sent you down his manna.

Come on, we'll fit you in somewhere.

Will you please stop this
unwarranted interest in my diet.

I do not want any soup.

Can I help you?

Yes, I'm sure you can.

Sorry. My name is Watson.

Dr. John Watson of Baker Street.

I am looking for a woman who is staying here.

Her name is Angela Osborne.

There's no one of that name here.

Oh, but Angela Osborne is here.
I am certain of it.

I think you'd better speak to my uncle.

Mary. This way.

Oh, hello, Watson.
What are you doing here?

Come to help us? Good.

Uncle...

Dr. Watson is looking for
someone called Angela Osborne.

I tell him I've never heard of her.

What makes you think this
Osborne woman is here?

Oh, she gave this hostel as her address
in a business transaction.

Ah, when?

- About two years ago.
- Oh, names mean nothing here, Watson.

We've taken a girl occasionally
who need help.

But they change their names as often as they
change their clothes. No, I can't help you.

- But she is here, I'm certain of it.
- But I'm certain she's not.

Now you've seen this people outside.

This is their only hospital
and I'm their only doctor.

See I'll appreciate, but I done to starting
answering questions about lost women.

Are not people of Mareng, I know that the
woman is here and I demand to see her.

Demand as it be damned here, sir.

Will you kindly leave my surgery?

- But...
- Please, Dr. Watson.

Well...

You must excuse my uncle.

He works even at night.

- His work is these people.
- I insist on seeing Angela Osborne at once.

I will not be put off, young lady.

Please, doctor.

There is something very wrong here.

Everyone saying that they
never heard of Angela Osborne.

You haven't seen the last
of me, I promise you,

I will not rest until I've found out what you
have done to this poor and unfortunate girl.

You can be sure of that.

What the devil think you're doing?

Please, I've come to converse,
no to engage in fisticuffs.

- Who the devil are you?
- Sherlock Holmes.

You may remember we met yesterday.

Sherlock Holmes?

Don't you think we
be more comfortable in here?

What's all this about, Holmes?

- How did you get here?
- I followed this young lady.

I saw no one.

That is exactly what people may
expect to see when I follow them.

May I ask you why
you followed Miss Young?

She rush-up the moment the name
Angela Osborne was mentioned,

It was just what I
expected someone to do.

You sent Dr. Watson to the hospital.

Don't you thin you better tell
me the whole story, Lord Carfax.

- It's none of your damned business.
- Oh, why don't you tell him everything?

It's nothing to hide.

Well, as I told you
yesterday, I went to Paris and...

found that my brother Michael had thrown up
his studies and returned to England.

For weeks I tried to find him, but...

Then, one night, a man came to see me.

He told me that Michael had married...

a prostitute.

Blackmail?

- He threatened to tell the papers?
- He was far clever than that.

He threatened to tell my father.

He chosen his time well, my father had just
suffered a severe heart attack that day.

You've met my father, Mr. Holmes.

The family name is
the meaning of his life.

But surely your father is a man of the world.

Of the old world.

- Such a shock would've killed him.
- So you paid?

- Are you still?
- The blackmailer came back three times.

I then refused to pay him anymore until he

told me the whereabouts
of my brother and his...

That woman he married.

He told that if I visited the hostel the next
day that Michael would be waiting for me.

- And was he waiting for you?
- No.

Oh, but I met Dr. Murray, and...

I met Miss Young.

I told them my story. Michael had
been helping Dr. Murray in his surgery.

He gave me the address of his lodgings but
when I went down there I found that he left.

No-one has seen or heard them since.

- And your blackmailer?
- He bought himself a tavern...

The Angel and Crown.

Did you know
Michael Osborne, Miss Young?

He left just the day
before I came to the hostel.

It's a wretched story, Holmes.

One good thing about was that Edward...

that is Lord Carfax, became
so interested in my uncle's work.

It is his money that has kept
the hostel going the last few months.

When I saw the fight that Dr. Murray
was making against the...

the poverty and sin in this district.

- It was the least I could do to try to help.
- He even bought this house to be near.

I'd be grateful if you would
mention none of this to my father.

There is one more thing, Lord Carfax.

What branch of medicine
was your brother studying?

His ambition was to be a surgeon.

♪ Food is dear, rent is dear, but
love is cheap for the time of year

♪ So grab the nearest Miss
and whisper while you kiss.

♪ In these hard times you
got to put up with anything

♪ In these hard times
you mustn't pick and choose

♪ And if you're nice and squeeze her tight
she'll ask you round tomorrow night

♪ If you don't mind sitting without
a light In these hard times

♪ Farmer Brown came to town
he spent the day at the cattle show

♪ Then went to wet his whistle,
inside the hotel Cecil

♪ Lady fair, near him there
Had all her neck and shoulders bare

♪ Said Farmer Brown 'Alack'
as he saw her dainty back.

♪ In these hard times

♪ you've got to put up with anything in
these hard times you mustn't pick and choose

♪ This fancy kind of o' dress ye wear
Leaves all ye neck and shoulders bare

♪ But you're lucky to be dressed to there.'
In these hard times.

♪ Missis Green, rather mean
Went out last Saturday marketing

♪ And saw out in the gutter, a codfish on a
shutter she felt its gums, poked her thumbs

♪ All round the fish and she said
'Oh crumbs It don't look nice at all'

♪ Then the coaster had to bawl
In these hard times.

♪ You've got to put up with anything

♪ In these hard times
you mustn't pick and choose

♪ That codfish there's a sacrifice,
and I ask ye Ma'am would you look nice

♪ If you'd 'ave been torpedoed twice,
in these hard times?'

♪ In these hard times?

Come on out, you go. Get up.
Had enough of you. Going out.

Holmes, as I saw Holmes, I believe
you delight in embarrassing me.

You invite me to dine and then
bring me to a low East End pub.

Nonsense, my dear fellow, you'll
bring some light into their drab lives.

Welcome to the Angel and Crown,
gentleman. This way.

Sit down, please. We have
always a warm welcome for guests.

So I see.

- What you have?
- Cognac.

You see the interest
you're causing in the fair sex.

Here you are, gents.

- Will you join us in a drink, Mr...?
- Steiner. Max Steiner.

Dick, a glass.

Is another bad night.

Anyone scared
off the street after dark.

And these ladies are
coming here for safety?

Here is always a selection,
if you're so inclined.

A selection?

Selection?

I'll have you know we did
not come here for this reason.

- There's nothing I can do, for you then.
- Indeed there is Mr. Steiner.

- What?
- You can give us some information.

Information?, what about?

About the
disappearance of Michael Osborne.

What did you say your name was?

My name would alarm you, Mr Steiner.

- You're a copper.
- Consulting detective.

So I have my friends at Scotland Yard
would be interested in a blackmailing...

black-odd like you.

You better watch what you say.

And you have better
tell me what I want to know,

otherwise my friends
will put you on a dock.

- Who are you?
- Sherlock Holmes.

- Been to Lord Carfax, have you?
- You know Angela Osborne well, I take it?

How did you know?
Come on, how did you know?

There had to be an
accomplice in your blackmail.

Compensation, I called.

I could have opened my
mouth and collected from the press.

Or kept it shut and
collected from Lord Carfax.

I did the nobility of
England a service, Mr. Holmes.

Lord Carfax compensated me for my
loss of business from the newspapers.

Compensation I called.

The governor of Brixton Prison will have
another name for it in his admission papers.

Angela was on the
streets when you met her?

Born to it, Angela was.

Loved the game.

Most of them start because
they have to, but not Angela.

Met her at the gangway
when my ship tied up on the river.

I took up with her.

And you took up with her again
when she returned from Paris with Osborne?

His wife.

I always said...

she got her face
and name from the angels...

and the heart from the devil.

And you don't know
what happened to her?

Disappeared from the face of the earth.

Well, gentlemen...

that's all I can tell you.

Whatever could've possessed Michael
Osborne to marry such a creature?

Because she got her face
and her name from the angels.

I was remember, Watson one of the
most attractive women I ever met

was hanged for murdering three
young children for the insurance money.

Holmes, I feel I was something violent

when I see a villain like Steiner
enjoying the rewards of his skullduggery.

Rewards?

Well, he ended up by owning that
pub through his blackmailing.

You really are
an amazing fellow, Watson.

Though not in yourself luminous, you're
an excellent conductor of light.

I am?

Ah, Holmes, what ever you
think became of Angela Osborne?

Well, that scoundrel said she that
disappeared of the face of the earth.

And yet...

And yet.

Well, you think that
Michael Osborne is dead?

I never theorize without
evidence, my dear Watson.

Puts the estate in
the mid of a mess

I mean, if the duke should die...

and there was no proof that the
elder son was alive or dead...

Watch your back I saw movement
in the shadow a moment ago.

Brisk work, Watson. Brisk work.

On my soul, Holmes.

When you take a guest out for
the evening you really do it.

My apologies, dear Watson.

Next time I'll take you
to a quiet table at the...

- Cafe Royal.
- I should jolly well think so.

Nothing like a piece of
cold steel, eh Holmes?

Here we are.

Here's one. Here's two legs, even.

- Watcha.
- Oh...

- Sailor's rest.
- We walked a mile for that.

Working up an appetite.

All the girls are indoors.
Scared to come out though.

They must've known we was in port.

Well, don't you worry because Jack and
me we're going to look after you.

- Don't we, Jack?
- Yes.

Hey, don't fight over it, lads.

Aren't you girls been tell
to get off the streets.

I've got to earn a living, don't I?

- Clear off, lads, go on.
- I'll met you inside.

Here, Miss...

don't you live that way?

- You coppers are ruining everything.
- Push off.

Thanks to Jack the Ripper..

Thanks to this brutal killer,
yes, thanks to him...

the world is watching Whitechapel.

And I'll tell you this...

It's not the killings by a demented hand
that the world finds horrible, no.

It's the murder by poverty.

The murder by misery,
the murder by hunger.

In Whitechapel, Whitechapel...

the cry of the starving,
the moan of the sick.

For years we've tried to get one
paragraph into the newspapers

to expose what's happening here.

I've been myself to
editors, hat in hand.

It's not news, they said.

Well, now it is news.
One man has made us news.

We'll have a riot in a minute.

He's putting up this murderer as
a sort of deliverer of Whitechapel.

To seize a defenseless female,
to stifle her cries and then...

How can anyone do this?
But someone does.

Why? Why?

A motive, sir? I'll tell you.

His motive is the
punishment of Whitechapel,

as God destroyed Sodom
and the sinner Gomorrah.

- Oh, I'll have to shut him up, Mr. Holmes.
- No, you'll have to rescue him.

It's the social and moral crimes

that must be ended in
Whitechapel, not just the killings.

Yes, it is the dealers in
vice and the purveyors of sex

that the police must throw their
force against, not just the killer.

I tell you there can
be no peace in Whitechapel

while licensed dens
like the Angel and Crown...

cater on to dither to the
dissolute and the debauched.

- Prime Minister, the Home Secretary.
- How's the battle?

When I left the Leader of the
Opposition was still on his feet.

He has done what the police
couldn't do, found the culprit.

You, prime minister.

Gladstone is inform.
I was afraid of that.

When he compare the
Jack the ripper murders...

with the Bulgarian Massacres
I could see you were in for trouble.

Not the only one.

Unless I much mistaken,

he'll demand the resignation of the
Commissioner of Police before the day is out.

And if he calls for a vote of
no confidence, he might get it.

- You mean you might have to resign?
- Not I, personally,

Just some of my ministers.

Don't you think, prime minister,
we should go down?

As you please. I'm
expecting a visit from Mr Holmes.

That charlatan.

Mr Mycroft Holmes happens to be
one of the most indispensable...

of all the servants of the Crown.

As long as he doesn't bring in his
brother Sherlock.

That is precisely what I
propose to ask him to do.

Then why not approach him direct?

Because your department has
antagonized Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

He has antagonized my department.

Only last week he was grossly offensive
to the guvnor of Pennington prison.

- Mr. Mycroft Holmes.
- Show him in.

Now, Mr. Secretary, please try to be discreet
for once. It isn't going to be easy.

Mr. Mycroft Holmes will certainly wish to
take charge of the investigation himself.

- Prime Minister.
- I think you know the Home Secretary.

I knew your predecessor, sir...

I know that I shall soon be making
the acquaintance of your successor...

unless the police do a good better
than they are doing at the moment.

I have confidence in the police.

That must be so why there're none
left in the House of Commons.

Mycroft, I sent for you because you have the

tidiest and most orderly brain
in Her Majesty Civil Service.

Primer minister, I cannot deny it.

That been the case in main that you're
presently engaged...

on the most delicate negotiations
concerning the Peruvian copper concession...

You wish me to intercede with my brother that
he may come to the aid of Scotland Yard...

and apprehend the Whitechapel murderer.

How on earth did you know?

The summons of a such
early hour make me suspect

that the matter might be a personal one.

And the presence of the Home Secretary that it
might be connected with Whitechapel murders.

The fact that the
Peruvian Copper Concession

has already been settled
to everybody satisfaction...

the last three days...

made me suppose
that was my brother not myself

who you wish to consult on this occasion...

I have according the arrange to meet him.

You mean you'd
already anticipated my request?

That, Prime Minister, is my business.

My Indian vase.
Just look at it, Holmes.

I wish you'd find some other
way of solving our cases.

My dear Mycroft. This is a surprise.

Watson, some sherry.

I expected you run last week to
consult me about the Manor House case.

I thought you might be a
little out of your depth.

No, I solved it.

- It was Adams, of course?
- Yes, it was Adams.

Yes, I knew that from the start.

Thank you.

- Mycroft, is this a social call?
- Oh, yes, yes. Purely social. Oh, yes.

- How are you?
- Very well.

Well, now the social call is over,
haven't we better get down to business.

Ah, I can see you've
come from the Prime Minister.

Why, Sherlock?

It's still four noon but
you are not at your desk.

You are dressed for Buckingham Palace
but the Queen is at Balmoral Castle.

And you already waste a
great deal of time in idle chatter

so obviously your mission is urgent.

Now, what is the Prime Minister want?

To ask you, in confidence of course, to bring
the Whitechapel murderer into justice...

before he brings down the government.

Any government which allow
the poverty that Whitechapel deserves.

As far as I'm concerned, riddance.

Nor will I become
engaged in political maneuvers.

And now my dear brother,
have another glass of sherry?

Oh, thank you.

By the sound of his
steps I should imagine our friend

Inspector Lestrade have urgent news for us.

He's written to us.

- Bring the letter.
- Try to be coherent, Lestrade.

- Who has written?
- Jack the Ripper.

Good heavens, Sherlock,
you're already involved.

A case of detection, Mycroft, always means
more to me than any politician's career.

Read it, Watson.

Dear Boss, I keep hearing
that the police have caught me.

But they won't fix me yet.

I have to laugh when they look so clever
and talk about being on the right track.

I am down on whores...

and won't rest until I do get buckled.

I love my work and want to star again.
My knife is nice and sharp. I want to get..."

to work right away. Good luck.
Yours truly, Jack the Ripper.

- This letter was sent to the police?
- The Central news agency.

Good, and they will have in
all tomorrow's newspapers.

Orders from up top, Mr. Holmes.

They're quite right for once.

Publish it and you'll have every crank
in the country writing to the papers.

But If this letter is not publish, Mycroft,
there will be more killings.

Why do you suppose the
murderer sent the letter

to the news agency
and not to the police?

For publication, of course.

- Perhaps he's sickening of his crimes.
- You think he's bluffing?

No.

But whatever his motive, and if...

if his motive is to create fear, he's trying
to achieve it now without further killings.

But if we publish it we're adding
to the fear on the run.

Precisely what the
government is trying to avoid.

Morally asking had Her
Majesty's ministers...

- to aid the bait Jack the ripper.
- If this letter does not appear, Mycroft...

he will return to the knife.
They must publish.

Orders, Mr. Holmes,
that letter cannot be published.

Then I warn you, put every available man
you have on the streets of Whitechapel.

We've come to view the
body of Miss Elizabeth Stride.

- With your permission.
- Be careful, her head is almost severed.

Well, you found any clues yet?

No, we've scoured every hole in Whitechapel
in the last few days, but nothing.

- He left no bloodstained garments?
- No.

- Maybe it is a he.
- Woman?

The constable who found the body report
seen a woman in the alley just before...

Correction, Lestrade.

He reported seeing a woman's shape.

What difference?

What he said he saw is not what
you're saying he saw. That's different.

A woman's shape in the fog could
be a man dressed in woman's clothes.

Really, I should hardly think
it lightly, that Jack the ripper...

There is no pattern of behaviour,
Lestrade, in a deranged mind.

What can you tell us, Dr. Murray?

Each murder is by the same hand.

What is your opinion of the
knife-work, here doctor?

- What you mean?
- Does it not show surgical skill?

It is the work of a doctor?

Anyone with a modicum of medical
training could have done it, yes.

A medical student, perhaps?

Is true this murders are
the work of a madman,

but a madman with certain medical skills,
considerably intelligence and education.

- Skills, intelligence, education, this?
- Of course.

Take that letter.

The punctuation was exact.

The grammar and syntax, though cleverly
concealed, were the work of an educated man.

Until graphologist it was obvious that
the writing was deliberately scrawled.

We must not take the
mask for the face, Lestrade.

Then if you're right, Mr Holmes, it
brings us back to the doctors.

Don't be too sure, Lestrade.

Oh, well, I'd better be off.

I suppose now he'll going to arrest the
entire staff for the London Hospital.

Would you look for
a doctor, Dr. Murray?

There is one medical student who will
shortly be under suspicion. Oh?

- Michael Osborne.
- What's he got to do with it?

Medical student
who lived in the district...

who had good cause to hate prostitutes,

who has vanished in a suspicious way.

Michael Osborne has
nothing to do with these murders.

It may have to be proved
that he had nothing to do with them.

The newspapers will relish
the story of the heir

of the Duchy of Shires
denying he is Jack the Ripper.

We are in Victorious England, sir,
not Caligula's Rome.

At least consider his family
and tell me what happened.

I have every consideration for his family,
Mr. Holmes, that's why I must say nothing.

Of course I bait myself.

I should've refused the Prime
Minister's request to call in my brother.

In any case, he was already engaged,
with what result? Stalemate.

I should've realized that only one person
was capable of solving this problem, myself.

I should have taken charge.

I should have ditched the Abyssinian detente.

Refuse to discuss
the details of the Nigerian loan.

I should concentrate on once...

For Heaven's sake, stop sawing
away on that infernal instrument.

It was a sad day when Mother gave it to you,

a sad day for her,
a sad day for you, a sad day for all us...

- But it's his method, Mycroft.
- His method? Method, Watson?

This butcher boy has the government,
has all of us on the edge of a knife.

Only this morning three more men
were attacked in the streets of London.

- Carrying Gladstone bags with them.
- Carrying Gladstone bags.

They just rumor has it...

but is a Russian anarchist send by the
Czar to bring down the government.

There's no prove in that,
military intelligence...

Military intelligence such as it is...

has investigate the rumor and
found that there is no prove in it.

- How long is this recital been going on?
- Hasn't say a word since yesterday.

How long does it usually last?

- Sometimes for days.
- Then I'm leaving, they're wasting my time.

What I should never understand, Sherlock,

is why, since you had that violin with you
so long, you have never learned to play it.

Act, Sherlock, act.

Go to the scene of the crime.
Use your powers.

Interview the people concerned.
As Mother used to say, stir your stumps.

Don't bother to see me out, Watson.

But if short an intermission and get an
opportunity you might remind my brother

that he has never had so greater
chance of serving his country,

or seemed so unaware of his responsibilities.

Or of the intention of the composer
when he wrote that tune.

- He's quite right, you know Watson.
- You rejoined the human race, have you?

I should be in Whitechapel.

A fools that not publish that letter.
There will be another murder tonight.

Come Watson, you and I
will scour the streets together.

- What for?
- For the detail that matters.

This is hopeless, Holmes.

I mean, if Jack were just ten feet
away, we wouldn't see him.

Fog to the murderer is what
the jungle is to the tiger, Watson.

It conceals him for all until he pounces
and he's only evident to his victim.

- So, what do we do, Holmes?
- We must continue.

Jack the ripper will not allow conditions
such like this to go unused.

He is out now, Watson.

Hello, love.

Hey, you look like a sport.
You fancy coming up?

Couple of shillings will do it.

Hang on a minute.
I'll throw you down the key.

Here you are, Johnny, catch.

Mind you shut
the door behind you, Love.

Can't take no chances
without Jack the Ripper about.

Hey, you know something.

I ain't been out in the dark
for a month now cos of him.

Come on in, then.

Come on.

Here.

That's a lovely coat you got on, innit?

Could you make that
ten bob for a special, Mister?

I do want a please you.

I have not a real
gentleman nice since I started.

I'm pretending I've
been on the game that long.

I'm proper new, I am.

- Holmes?
- Quickly, Watson.

Lemon Street Police Station.
Get Inspector Lestrade.

Tell him to cordon off the area.

Hello Holmes.
What are you doing in the hostel?

Chasing a shadow.
How long have you been here?

Since midnight.

Yup see no one in the last few minutes,
no one passed through the hostel?

Here?

Hello, Edward. Sorry I'm late.

- Mr Holmes?
- I drop in to see your uncle, Miss Young.

Dr. Murray is resting in the surgery.
He asked not to be disturbed.

Did he?

Come on, I'll take you home.

Wait, just a minute.

Dr. Murray?

Oh, Holmes.

I'm sorry, had a long postmortem
on a poison case. I'm a bit tired.

- What are you doing here?
- Following Jack the Ripper.

Here?

- He eluded me in the mortuary.
- The mortuary?

He had to confound through
the arch into the hostel.

He did.

We will wait here
together for the police.

What makes you think that the
police are coming here?

You are the police surgeon.
They will bring the body to you.

Another prostitute?

In the meantime, Dr. Murray, I would welcome
the opportunity of a little chat with you.

What about?

About Michael Osborne.

- I told you before that Michael Osborne...
- He wasn't wanted under...

suspicion of murder before.

What do you talking about?

All questions leads back to Michel
Osborne knowledge of surgery.

He could not possibly
have murdered anybody.

Prove it.

Don you think it would be best if
tell me the whole story.

The full story of the night Michel Osborne

found that his wife and Max Steiner
were blackmailing his family.

You know about that?

Michael Osborne was one of the finest
young men I've ever met, Holmes.

In the six months
that he help me here...

I came to respect him as
I've respected few other men.

You've obviously heard about his wife,
vicious, depraved creature.

But he stayed with
her in spite of everything.

And then one night, she brought
Steiner here, to this very room.

And Michael heard from his
wife's mouth their plan of blackmail.

- And how he was to be part of it.
- What happened?

Michael refused to have anything to
do with it. There was a quarrel.

That ended with
Steiner attacking him.

He had no chance, Holmes.

Not even the sight of her husband being
brutally beaten was enough for that woman.

She took a bottle of acid from the shell
there, open it and throw to Michael face.

But she didn't?

It's difficult to know what happened then.

Maybe Steiner flung out an arm.
Maybe there not to get, I don't know.

But the acid...

went to her own face.

When Steiner saw the horror
of it, he rushed out to get me.

Her angel face was a diabolical sight.

I did the best I could for her.

A week later, Steiner
took her away in a close cab.

I've not seen or heard
of her since that day.

And Michael Osborne got away?

Why weren't the family, the police informed?

He didn't die, Holmes. Not quite.

Go on. Finish your story, Dr. Murray.

Come and see, Holmes.
Finish the story yourself.

You wanted Michael Osborne.

Here he is.

Whether it was Steiner's blows to the head,

or whether his mind could
suffer no more of the world

that his wife had shown him, I don't know.

But this is how he's been since that night.

How could Lord Carfax allow his
brother remain here in that condition?

He doesn't know, Holmes.

Not even his own brother could recognize
that poor creature as Michael Osborne.

Why have you kept it to yourself?

You have a duty
to inform his father, Murray.

What father?

The father who disowned him.

Throw him our because he wanted
to do some good with his life.

Isn't a wasting isn't the
pleasures of the aristocracy.

- He had a right to know.
- And what about Michael's rights?

If he has any feelings
he must be happier here

than a walk in a padded cell for
the rest of his days, no Holmes, no.

His life is over.

- Let the world leave him in peace.
- That may not be possible.

Why not?

Surely you can't
suspect that poor lunatic.

In an investigation all possibilities
have to be considered.

- Dr. Murray?
- Yes?

Inspector Lestrade sent me for you, sir.

Lestrade, my dear fellow.
Are you not well?

You'll never see anything
like it this side of hell.

What animal could have done this?

Prepare yourself for a shock, Dr. Murray.

Come, Watson.

Aren't you going to examine the body?

There's more important
examination must make.

I'm coming. Stop.

Always these drunk people.

What the hell do you want?

- You're asking for trouble, aren't you?
- No, sir, we're giving it.

I want to see the owner
of this doubtful establishment.

You have got a nerve.

Coming to see me
at this time in the morning.

I said the owner, not the hired help.
Tell Angela Osborne I want to see her.

You are not going upstairs.

Now there are several things
I may do, Mr Steiner.

All right.

But give her a chance.
Let me warn her.

- Warn her?
- You can't just walk in on her.

Not the way she is.

All right, come up.

Please sit down, Mr Holmes, Dr. Watson.

You will forgive the suddenness of my
visit and the inconvenience of the hour.

Night and day are indistinguishable
in these rooms.

A lamp turned down is my
morning sun, Mr. Holmes.

What do you want, Holmes?
Out with it.

Must excuse Mr Steiner's lack of hospitality.
It is seldom it ever we receive guests.

On the contrary, Mr Steiner's hospitality
is noted through out Whitechapel

for the endless lengths he will go
to to provide comfort for his guests.

And it has been very profitable.
I hope you're not in spoil it.

They way you make
your money is of no interest to me.

Then why are you here?

I'm here to ask the lady what
she has done with the knife.

Knife, Mr. Holmes?

The postmortem scalpel that you removed from
the set of surgical instruments you sent me.

You are all I expected of you.
Give it to him, Max.

It is a limited life alone in these rooms
and I spend many hours reading your cases.

I am grateful for the excellence
of your narrative, Dr. Watson.

Can you tell an admirer, Mr Holmes,
how you knew I send the instruments?

It had to be someone who wanted
to interest me in Michael Osborne.

And the writing on the address show me that
it was a woman of little formal education...

of your age. Simple deduction.

And how did you know I was here?

- I was told that you had been...
- Mutilated.

Made odious to myself and to the world.

Disfigured, It was that obvious
why you'd gone into hiding.

But, why did you remove
the scalpel from the case?

- To be certain to intrigue Mr Holmes.
- But we have only your word for that.

I do believe the good doctor
thinks I'm Jack the ripper.

Why should Angela murder
those women? Why should she?

Of course, Dr. Watson is observant.

I hate all women. He knows why.

They're all prettier than I am. That is why.

The woman with the
ugliest face in the world.

Want to see?

But I was beautiful.

Eh, Max?

Ja. You were.

You can say it, Mr Holmes,
that I hate women.

But I am not your killer.

As you can see...

I am incapable
of even stepping into the street.

Why did you
hate your husband so much?

- Hate him? Who told you that?
- Why, Dr. Murray.

For Dr. Murray, Michael was a saint.

But to me, Michael was
a man who tired easily.

He seemed unbalanced at the time.

He couldn't take the
discipline of medical study...

and was the same with his marriage.

He quickly get tired of
me and sent me back to work.

- You mean on the streets?
- His father had cut him off.

How you think we lived?

The two shillings I brought in
weren't enough for him.

So, he thought up a way
to get money from his brother.

- His was the blackmailing scheme?
- Who else?

Why you think he sent Max to young
Carfax instead of to his father?

Because Michael father would
never give him another penny.

Michael father knew him.

Knew him for what he was...

a vicious, worthless libertine.

Vicious?

If you call a man who throws
acid into his wife's face vicious...

because she can bear
him no more and is leaving him.

Wasn't the man who did that vicious?

By God, Holmes, there's
a woman of great character.

I'm afraid Watson, you're
not probing deeply enough.

Her scars extend
far beyond the surface.

What do you mean?

She may well believe her
strange story to be the truth.

And now Watson, let us going pick up
the unfortunate Michael Osborne.

- You mean you know where he is?
- Come along, Watson.

Father, Mr Sherlock Holmes is here.

I was not aware that I had
an appointment with him.

You must prepare yourself for a shock.

Mr Holmes has brought Michael back.

I have forbidden your
brother this house, Edward.

I have not altered those instructions.

- But father, Michael...
- Do not argue with me.

Your grace...

You were shown out of my house
on your last uninvited visit, Mr Holmes.

I have come back
to save your family name.

If my eldest son had
got himself into another mess

you can tell him to get himself out of it.

I'm afraid I cannot do that, your grace.

He is not capable of understanding.

Of course he can understand.

Your son is a pathetic imbecile...

incapable of understanding
the smallest intelligent action.

He has suffered for his sins.

He is outside that door.

I have brought him home.

- Edward.
- Yes, Father?

Have Michael put into his old room.

Of course.

Do it yourself, Edward,
it's better not the servants.

And tell him...

I shall come and see him presently.

- Mr Holmes...
- Your grace.

How did you find my son?

His identity was revealed to me by a doctor
in a hostel for the destitute last night.

His mind by a lady in a public house,
the Angel and Crown this morning.

- I am indebted to them both.
- Thank you, Mr Holmes.

Ah, Holmes...

You know, don't you?
You know who Jack the Ripper is.

Who is he?

I must keep that from
you a little longer, Watson.

But, aren't you
going to arrest him?

Knowing is one thing,
proving what we know is another.

But, we can't let him
roam the streets, Holmes.

Indeed we can not, Watson.

But there's work to do done before the
final curtain can be brought down.

That is what we've been
doing this morning.

Setting the scene and rehearsing
for the last act of Jack the Ripper.

I wondered what we've been doing.

- Anything?
- No, nothing.

Good evening, Lord Carfax.

Angela.

But how on earth did
you get out of it, Holmes?

You know my methods, Watson,
I am well known to be indestructible.

Besides, I wouldn't have
miss this excellent partridge.

How did you know the...?

How did you know it was Carfax?

Oh, Holmes?

His medical knowledge.

When I dropped the case of
instruments in his father's house,

he picked it up.
You remember that, Watson?

Natural politeness I thought.

You a doctor, did not
noticed that he immediately

put the instruments
into their right niches.

How odd, I thought.

How interesting.

A layman might ponder for
a moment, but Carfax did not hesitate.

But is that all you have to go on,
isn't it an obvious fact that Dr. Murray...

Nothing more deceptive
than an obvious fact, Watson.

But what was most obvious
and revealing was the letter.

That harum-scarum diatribe
in red ink, Holmes, revealing?

Precisely.

The writer described his murders as his work,

I love my work, I want to
get of work right away.

If his gruesome activity was as
he said he was his work.

He was obviously a man of means who
had no need of ordinary employment.

Dr. Murray, who works very hard,
would've written that pas-time.

I ruled out Murray.

- You make it sound simple.
- And so it was.

When I investigate the Osborne family,
I found insanity through four generations.

Carfax's reason hung on a thread.

That his brother should put the name
of Osborne to a common prostitute...

and that she should carries that name
through the streets corners of Whitechapel

broke that thread.

Carfax was protecting
insanely the family name.

He'd never seen Angela...

but it seem logical to him, mad to us,

that he could kill her
by a process of elimination.

He searched for her with his knife.

From one prostitute to the next.

Yes, but Lestrade and the police...?

Lestrade and the police do not know
the identity of Jack the Ripper.

No useful purpose will be serve
in disclosing his identity now.

The Osborne family have
suffered enough as it is.

Lestrade has his three buckets
of ash but we will keep the name.

Parcel for you, Mr Holmes.

Postmarked Nottingham.

Aha, the game's afoot again.

This hat is three years old.

The flat brim with
curled edges came in then.

It belongs, Watson, to a man who has
suddenly gone down in the world.

He is middle-aged, goes out little...

and has grizzled hair which has
been cut in the last few days.

Also...