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- Do you plead guilty? - No. No.

This is not a court of law.

Please let me go...

You have been brought before this court to receive just punishment

and to pay for your crimes.

The verdict.

A black ball for death, a white ball for acquittal.

The secret court applies for the death penalty, death by hanging...

The court will now vote.

The verdict is unanimous.

Death by hanging.

The execution will be performed immediately.

I'm innocent! I'm innocent!

I'm innocent! Help me, help, help!

THE MAD EXECUTIONERS

The same.

The same mock execution, just as in the other cases.

This is the third lynching.

Is it possible the man was dead when he was hanged?

The hanging took place while the man was still alive.

Around 5 hours ago.

Is it possible he'd been poisoned?

No.

This is the usual method of the Executioner of London.

Third case.

- Sure? - Positive.

200 pounds in banknotes on the body.

Not a robbery.

Who is he?

He had 6 passports on him, each with his photograph...

Only the names were different.

Who is he, really?

This is what we've been able to find out.

The last name he used was Dick Horsfelt.

And Interpol had already alerted us about him...

He was wanted for using defective materials in new houses

in the slums of the Sicily.

When the houses collapsed, he had 18 dead people to account for.

He was last seen in Australia.

Were you informed of his arrival here?

No, the executioner's men must have waited for him,

either at the airport or some seaport, and kidnapped him.

Here's the verdict. Thank you.

They left it hanging around his neck. As in the other murders.

Lights.

It's a brilliant indictment.

Even the prosecutor couldn't supply arguments that are more convincing.

You sound as though you think these private executions were justified.

- No sir, certainly not. - I see.

This has got to stop.

We must do all we can to prevent another murder.

I want each of you to do everything in his power

to see that this executioner doesn't strike again.

The whole country is getting panicky.

Did you see the headlines in the papers today?

"New sensation."

"Third victim of the Executioner of London

and Scotland Yard is baffled."

How far have you gotten in your investigations on the first 2 cases?

These executions are carried out with such absolute perfection and ingenuity, sir,

that I'm completely bewildered.

No clues, no evidence, nothing we can use as a starting point.

I'm disappointed in you, Inspector Hillier.

There's one thing that I know for sure: the executions

were performed with the same rope in every case.

With the same rope? What rope do you mean?

It's an executioner's rope

stolen from our criminal museum where it was displayed.

The rope was hanging here.

Do you mean to say that rope was stolen

with the express purpose of hanging someone with it?

Yes, Mr. Commissioner.

Then it's even more scandalous! Where is that rope?

It's being brought here.

As I was going through the archives this morning

I noticed that one of the window panes had been broken.

The iron bars had been sawn through.

Nothing was stolen.

Only the hangman's rope which was displayed there.

It was presented to the museum as a historical item

because so many criminals were hanged with it at Tyburn and Pentonville.

- Over 60... - Inspector Hillier, I've been told

that you are one of the best men on the force, that you're ambitious.

This will give you a chance to prove it!

This is a very unusual case.

I don't believe it can be handled by the customary Scotland Yard methods.

Nonsense, you'll have to work harder, that's all.

The victims are criminals, sir.

Criminals, who, as it was proven, all deserved the death penalty.

I'm using that as a starting point.

Whether they are guilty or innocent,

doesn't help us. That's a matter for the courts.

But the person who has been hanging all these men, including this one,

is a murderer, and it's up to you to find him.

I want this Executioner of London caught and brought to trial.

So get cracking on it...

- John. - Yes?

This is the same rope that was used in the other executions, isn't it?

Yes, that's right, it was stolen before each hanging.

And you didn't report it?

No, I never reported it. I put it back each time.

And each time it was stolen again?

Each time it disappeared I knew the Executioner of London

had selected a new candidate to send off to hell.

The rope was guarded carefully

but the thief or thieves worked very cleverly.

Last night the guard was put to sleep with ether.

Do you think that it's someone from...

- That it's someone from Scotland Yard? - Yes.

You mean that the thief is one of us?

He wouldn't have to use such devious methods. No, Philip.

However, his obsession to use this particular rope...

has given me the one and only clue I've got.

What will you do now?

Put it back where it belongs.

Thank you.

What are you doing in here?

I do hope you don't think I hid in here to eavesdrop on you.

Then why?

Oh, it's really by accident, that I'm in here.

Quite by accident, I saw a museum guard going out, looking very upset.

He left the door open, so I came on in.

And you came in, so I went and hid back there, among the dummies.

Who are you?

My name is Gabby Pennypacker.

I'm on the staff at True Police stories...

A journalist?

Yes, and I want to be the first journalist

to report the capture of the dreadful Executioner of London.

Naturally, I wouldn't think of mentioning the stolen rope.

- I was just about to suggest that. - Yes...

I'm pleased to meet you, Inspector Hillier.

You're such a well known detective.

I'm just a poor police reporter, that's all.

Amateur detective, you might say.

But I've a big favour to ask...

Could you possibly make use of my services?

You've noticed my... my talent for disguises.

And I have many more in my repertoire.

Once in a photographic competition, I won a prize

for being the man with a thousand faces.

- First prize, I take it? - No, the sixth. But...

Well, I'm sorry, we can't make use of your services.

Scotland Yard doesn't employ private detectives.

- Shame. It's a shame. - Would you please go now?

Just a moment, please.

If you change your mind, I'll come right away.

- Should you let him go like that? - Why not? He's harmless.

A thoroughly justified sentence.

When I was on the judge's bench I'd have been unable to do better.

Testimony, evidence, all extremely convincing.

Utterly valid. This man, in my opinion, deserved the death penalty.

I've studied the verdict very carefully

and I'm positive it was the verdict of a trained man of the law.

You've been very helpful, Sir Francis,

I can't tell you how grateful we are.

You think this document, which was tied around the dead man's neck,

is an actual proof he'd been executed only after a trial had taken place?

Without a doubt... I've been a judge for over 40 years

and if a case like this had come before my court,

I'd have rendered the same verdict.

Death by hanging.

I've sentenced 35 ruthless murderers to death,

and this would have been the 36th one.

What had the man done?

He was a contractor,

building houses with defective materials and no safety measures...

And some of the houses collapsed.

Whole families,

women and children, were killed in the disaster.

He thought he'd be safe here,

because he couldn't be extradited from this country.

Nevertheless, he was caught and tried, -

not in a regular court of law, I agree, - but just the same,

one that has undertaken the punishment of all the criminals who,

until now, have successfully managed to slip through the loopholes of the law.

Thank you, Jerome.

People often say that I was a very strict judge.

I wasn't strict,

I was only a conscientious executor of the laws.

A humble and loyal servant of justice.

How many criminals are still living free amongst us?

Poisoners, how many will never be caught?

Blackmailers, how many will never be discovered?

As for the answer, it would shock us dreadfully, if we ever knew it.

I tell you, I feel like shuddering when I sit here helpless,

forced to stand by and watch, while these so called humanitarian methods

are used in court...

Psychiatry, medical experts...

It's because of them that so many criminals don't get what they deserve.

- In my day, it was different. - Yes, Father.

And the country has thanked you for your work, even the queen.

On father's 70th birthday there was a special ceremony.

And the ministry had father's bust placed in the library of The Old Bailey.

It looks like me... But it talks less.

People who see the bust there will talk about the famous Sir Francis,

who in so many great criminal cases saw that justice was done on their behalf.

And now, with your permission, I'd like to propose a toast to his health.

Come along, Jerome, have a drink with us.

Here.

Thank you, thank you very much.

He certainly plead in court on many an occasion.

But Sir Francis never granted any pardons.

And the criminal knew it beforehand.

Mercy, extenuating circumstances...

No, they didn't exist for Sir Francis.

In all these crimes, we only talk about the guilty party.

But never of the victims, or their families.

Ask Inspector Hillier, he can talk from experience.

You never mentioned it to us.

My sister was murdered.

After the death of our parents it was up to me to take care of her.

I loved her very much...

Murdered?

You might as well say it...

It was a sexual murder.

She was the victim of a maniac who murders young girls.

You tell her, Doctor.

You examined the body of Inspector Hillier's sister.

She... she was found hidden under a bush.

Yes, amongst the flowers, her head cut off.

- And the murderer? - The murderer has never been found.

The last murder was over 2 months ago.

He will continue to kill young girls.

I suppose a psychiatrist will no doubt testify to his irresponsibility,

and the killer will again escape the executioner.

Many criminals really are sick.

They shouldn't be in jail, or on the scaffold,

- but in a mental institution... - Yes, yes, yes, yes.

John, if this mysterious executioner

were to hang the person responsible for your sister's death,

wouldn't it be a source of satisfaction to you?

Yes.

Come, come here, Doctor.

I want to show you some official reports.

The number of crimes has diminished greatly

since this unknown executioner has begun his work...

Has this butler worked for your father very long?

Yes, he's worked here as long as I can remember.

He's a very strange man.

Years ago he was to have been executed for someone else's crime.

A judicial error. Father was the one who saved him.

Actually, he saved him from the gallows, at the very last minute.

Come here, I've a rare treat for you.

From one of my friends at the court of appeal.

Please, open this box.

Watch out, don't open that box, throw it outside...

John! John!

Thank you, thank you...

You mean you knew this thing would explode?

- I guessed it. - How?

In my various disguises I occasionally venture into the criminal world.

- That's how I overheard something. - What did you hear?

There's this Joe, they call him Joe the Flick Knife.

He's just served 8 years in prison

and was released from there only today.

Go on.

What is it?

We found him nearby.

I'm glad to see that you're alright, Sir Francis.

Yes... yes, so am I.

We would like to thank you for coming along at the right moment

and saving us from such an explosive birthday present.

It came from Joe. Remember Joe?

It was you who sent him to prison. He took an oath.

- Which was? - He swore that on the first day he was released from jail

he'd kill Sir Francis.

Therefore I disguised myself as a policeman

to protect Sir Francis from that murderer.

That was very considerate of you. And I'm very grateful.

Aren't you convinced now I can help you?

Give me an order, you'll see what I can do.

No, no...

I can't use you.

Shame, such a shame.

Hello...

Stolen.

- The rope's been stolen... - Why, that's impossible...

- That means, then... - That means, then,

that the Executioner of London will hang another criminal who's gone unpunished.

And when?

Call my car.

- What's the matter with you, John? - Oh, nothing, I've been overworked...

I haven't been home in a week. I haven't been sleeping enough.

- And now it's beginning all over again. - And what are you going to do about it?

What can I do?

Just wait and see... Tomorrow there'll be a new body in the morgue.

Send out the general alarm, all security measures are to be reinforced.

- John. - Yes?

Calm down. There's nothing you can do now but wait.

Yes?

I'm coming.

I don't want to be hanged. Not by the Executioner of London.

I declare the trial against Francois Breya open.

Do you plead guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

I'm not guilty.

What am I accused of?

I haven't done anything wrong!

Francois Breya, this court accuses you of murder

and of defrauding insurance companies.

- I'm innocent. - Tell us about your brother.

When did he die? Where and how did he die?

- My brother? - Yes, your brother.

Anatole Breya, born on June 10th, 5 years older than you.

Oh, but the French police investigated that affair very thoroughly.

And I was entirely cleared of my brother's death.

It was an accident.

We both were out mountain climbing.

On Mont Blanc.

He slipped...

- I couldn't help him. - And the body was never found?

No, it was a deep gorge.

We searched for him all day, it was snowing.

And you received the money from the insurance,

42 million francs.

Answer!

Were 42 million francs paid to you?

I was the beneficiary in his will,

- just as I had made him the beneficiary in my will. - But you are alive.

And your brother is dead.

This money was paid to you, although his body was never found.

Now your dead brother has been found.

He's been found? Where?

He did not die from falling off a mountain

but from 3 revolver bullets that were found in his head.

With those 3 bullets you killed him.

You alone, Francois Breya... With your revolver.

You thought your method of concealing the body

of you murdered brother was so safe that it could never be found.

Nevertheless, it has been found.

Here it is!

This is your brother!

We brought him here from the Egyptian Museum

where he's been on exhibit as the Pharaoh Sethos I.

Yes, this is your brother whom you shot in the mountains.

Whose body you prepared and mummified,

placed in an ancient stone coffin

and sold it to the museum as the Pharaoh's mummy.

You paid 120.000 francs to have his body embalmed, here is a receipt.

You hoped that this subterfuge would never be discovered.

You hoped that he would disappear into the museum for ever,

eliminating any possible discovery of the causes of death...

No, no, no, no!

You never once returned to the museum to see your brother again.

- You can do so now, he's in front of you. - I won't look at him.

I want to go... Let me go!

Confess...

that you shot your brother to get the money from the insurance.

That you sold his body to the museum and left the country.

That you sold your brother's business and with the money

you bought the house in which you are now living with your brother's wife.

Confess...

Confess!

The secret court applies for the death penalty...

We will now vote.

The verdict is unanimous: death by hanging.

The execution will be performed immediately.

Stop!

Move along!

Yes?

What?

Set up roadblocks, don't let any reporters go through.

What's going on?

Keep moving please, a man's been hanged.

How dreadful.

You were right again.

We're up against the same work of the executioner.

- Who is it? - A murderer, insurance swindler.

Not a robbery or a suicide,

just a new victim of the Executioner of London...

Francois Breya.

It's a case we'd already been working on.

We had leads and some evidence. All we needed was the man himself.

This executioner not only makes me look like an idiot,

but cuts me off just as I'm winding up the case.

And for good measure tightens the noose.

What are you doing here?

I wanted to get here as fast as possible.

So unpleasant for you, Inspector.

However, if you hadn't refused my modest services

- we might not be here today. - Will you go away?

Shame, such a shame.

Listen to this:

"The Executioner of London has struck again."

The man is thorough, one must say that.

I'm convinced that the victim was guilty, even more so now, than before.

Nevertheless, the man was not tried in a regular court of law.

Here:

"When will they put a stop to this private executioner's game?

The general public, the so-called voice of the people,

mostly judging criminal cases in a fair and incorruptible manner,

seems to be very pensive about this executioner's work.

As the case arises, there's a growing concern

about the abilities of our police force..."

- Good evening, my child. - Good evening, Father.

Your poor John...

They will hold him responsible for each new case,

because he still hasn't caught the Executioner of London.

I myself don't reproach him, eh, Jerome?

We don't think it amiss that Inspector Hillier

hasn't reached any conclusions so far...

"No Lead on the Executioner"...

No, listen here...

"The mummy of the Pharaoh Sethos I, which is many thousand years old,

was stolen from the Egyptian Museum a few days ago.

After a few days the thieves brought it back to its old place.

The thieves left no trace..."

Sounds like great news for Scotland Yard...

I won't take the government's reproaches about the failure of Scotland Yard any more.

I will give them your name as the one responsible...

You think I'm going to risk my position?

Sometimes I get the feeling you are glad about not catching this killer.

I defend myself against such recriminations, Chief Inspector...

Hillier, your career is at risk, as is mine, if these executions aren't stopped soon...

The killings of this executioner aren't the only unsolved cases...

What's your point?

The series of young girls killings the public is so worried about haven't stopped...

And we haven't yet caught that killer as well.

Hillier, you can't use other departments' failures as an excuse for your own...

That's not my idea,

but I beg you to give me another assignment...

You're crazy!

Why are you setting me on the executioner?

You took me off the girl-murder-case to chase this hangman...

I can't get any further, Chief Inspector...

Give the assignment to someone else, and give me the girl-murders back...

No way, you will stay on this case.

And the rope stays here.

Let's see if it gets stolen again.

I'm so worried about John.

Me too.

This wave of executions is getting on his nerves.

He's terribly on edge and he's lost all his self-assurance.

I wish I were able to help. But how?

We all want to.

Everyone of us here.

Each time there's a new hanging we feel as defeated as he.

No matter how he tries he's just not making any progress.

Maybe one should try and distract him.

I've got tickets for a concert.

Do you think he'll come with me?

With you? Of course...

Talk him into going with us.

I?

The three of us always have such wonderful time together.

I have three tickets, and it begins in two hours.

Well, I can certainly try, but...

Hello, Anne.

I've been waiting here for you.

Philip's been kindly keeping me company.

Anything new?

I've been thinking, why don't we go out this evening?

No, I can't.

Perhaps Philip can go with you.

We wanted us all to go together, you, Anne and me...

John, you must try and relax...

You're going around in circles about these murders.

Anne's idea is very sensible.

John...

Please...

- Alright, I'll come along. - Thank you.

Will you pick me up? I mean, both of you?

- We'll both come for you, bye. - Bye.

John.

You know, I think you forget that I love you...

Hillier.

Hello, Inspector.

- This is Gabby Pennypacker... - Who?

I've something very important for you.

I'm at the Lampignon bar.

Oh no, I'm not here for a drink.

I work here as a musician.

I don't care what you do.

- And will you please stop bothering me. - Don't hang up!

It's about the Executioner of London.

Yes, I've heard something.

No, no, no suppositions.

I know it for sure: tonight,

there'll be a meeting of the secret court.

Inspector, you must believe me, I know that for sure.

I found it out by accident.

Repeat what you just said.

Tonight, there'll be a new trial, followed by another execution.

- I also know where the secret meeting is going to take place. - Where?

Oh baby, I simply can't come up to your place tonight.

I'm working tonight at a private part.

Gotta make some music.

- What's going on? - Oh please, don't hang up, darling.

- I want to hear you say you love me... - What's all this?

My sweet...

I'm sorry, there was someone listening.

So, tonight, at 11, by the docks.

The Indian Shipping Company, 137 Fleet Street.

In Chinatown. I'll wait for you there.

- Will you come? - I will. - Good.

It seems the secret court is meeting again.

I'm not sure if it's true but I've got to give it a try.

"Tonight, at 11, by the docks.

The Indian Shipping Company, 137 Fleet Street."

And what about this?

I can't go.

Get me section B.

- I'll keep my fingers crossed. - Thanks.

I want you to block off both ends of Fleet street.

Alert all police cars on the right bank of the Thames.

Have all men posted, according to the special plan.

These are the warehouses of the Indian Shipping Company.

The police boats are standing by for further orders, right near the canal.

Radio calls to be relayed through central to this point.

By the way, where is the Lampignon bar?

In the pub on the moor

Someone's playing and singing

Singing a song about coming apart

Around him there's a choir, the song sticks to your ear

Yes, it stays there, till we meet again

When all of us will meet again

When we will return to this place

When we will sit together again

And enjoy our dream-like luck

One loves his gin or brandy

Another just wants to be rich (ha-ha, who wouldn't)

The third just prefers a fraulein

But in one respect we are all the same

And if we break up in Alaska

And then meet again in Soho

And after that in Madagascar

The next time we just say:

My dear friends...

My dear girl friends...

I'm very pleased to notice that my long absence

in a house of detention didn't make you forget me...

And, what's more, I didn't forget you either.

I'm very happy that this long awaited pleasure of meeting again is a mutual one.

Those, who started their own operations while I was away...

are going to be very sorry.

I hope we can all work together in the same spirit as before.

I thank you.

Quiet! Quiet!

Joe is with us again.

Joe is glad to see us.

Hurrah for Joe!

Why didn't your father come along?

My father doesn't understand modern music.

I think I'll leave now too.

You please stay, I'd rather be alone...

Are you alright? Can I help you?

Anne! Anne!

- Oh, young man. - Buzz off!

Everybody needs company on a night like this.

Inspector Hillier...

Not bad, eh?

What's all this? Have you gone crazy?

I didn't bring my men down here for a fancy dress party.

It's not a party. In a few minutes things will get serious.

You'll see that for yourself.

Pennypacker, if you brought us here on a wild goose chase...

you're going to regret it for the rest of your life.

Come with me, you'll see I know what I'm talking about. Come on.

What's wrong?

- A black cat, it's bad luck. - Nonsense, come on.

What are you waiting for?

We hereby open the case of Percy Lister.

May it please Your Honour.

Jimmy Brown. Step forward...

List his convictions...

Twice for burglary,

once for forging documents

and once for falsifying passports.

Read the indictment...

You, the accused, are charged with having murdered

the late lamented Mrs. Mary Simpson, while she received you in her kitchen.

You stabbed her with a kitchen knife,

placed her body in the shower

and thereupon ransacked the drawers and stole her personal effects:

money, jewellery and a photograph album.

You left the apartment and returned there at night.

You transported the woman's body in a vegetable van

and disposed of it in a rubbish dump,

burying it under the refuse,

after which you hid the vegetable van.

Accused, stand up.

What have you to say in your defence?

I first met Mary Simpson at a dancing party

at the Railroad Employees Club.

That's right, go on.

You introduced yourself as an engineer, finally proposing to her.

Not at once.

Yes, first you made a few enquiries regarding

the widow's personal future, didn't you?

Yes.

Then you sent Mrs Simpson your photograph.

That's right, M'Lord.

And that's the reason why you stole the family album.

Yes...

The accused will not laugh!

You don't seem to realise the gravity of your situation.

You are accused of a ruthless murder.

The accused will continue his story.

Then I will tell you what you did.

Later, when you saw that your friend, with whom

you had stolen the diamonds from the exchange,

had been shot by one of the guards,

you abandoned him...

You shot the guard but only to further your own escape.

How much did you receive for the sale of the gems in Amsterdam and Paris?

I sold the jewels for much less that they were worth.

- The amount? - The fence cheated me.

The amount!

2 million francs.

We have proof that you received twice that amount.

- It's not true! - It is true!

Did you help your dead friend's widow and two children with the money?

He didn't give her one penny!

And your other accomplices, did you pay them the sum agreed upon

for helping you in the robbery? And also helping you to escape?

No, you didn't.

You stole their shares as well.

The entire sum from the robbery went into your own pocket.

Accused, you are well aware of the kind of punishment that awaits you.

From what you've read in the papers about the other trials you know

that for the Executioner of London

there is only one sentence...

The court will now vote.

The secret court recommends the death penalty.

Those in agreement, raise their hands...

The verdict is unanimous.

You shall be hanged by the neck until dead.

Accused, do you have any last words?

What have you to say?

Mercy...

Mercy...

You have the last word, accused.

What have you to say?

You can't hang me, you can't.

Oh yes, we can do just that.

But we want to give you another chance.

Sign this statement.

If by noon tomorrow, you pay us 2 million francs

we will grant a stay of execution.

I'll bring you the money.

- What's that? - Someone's up there!

- It's a girl! - Bring her here!

She eavesdropped on us.

What shall we do with her?

Pretty...

That's a singer from the pub.

How would you like it, if we hanged you now?

- He should sing one last time. - Sing! - Sing!

Don't move!

Go, down there...

There's someone else up here...

John!

After him... Nobody is allowed to escape.

Police!

Hands up!

Up against the wall.

It's Joe the Flick Knife

who sent the time bomb to Sir Francis for his birthday.

You certainly don't think, John,

that I could for a single moment believe

that this ex-convict, Joe the Flick Knife, is the Executioner of London.

We, Jerome and I, laughed when we read about it in the paper.

What proof do you have for this statement?

The executions have stopped, isn't this proof enough?

Is it possible to talk about something different?

Your father's right, Anne.

We haven't caught the real executioner.

They all believe it though...

So I've been reassigned to the case I was working on before. The sex murders.

You see?

Even he's of my opinion...

But who else could it have been?

In Scotland Yard there is someone who knows.

- Someone who knows and won't talk? - Or who is the killer.

Who has access to all of Scotland Yard's records on the hangings?

You really aren't implying that...

Who?

Well, Chief Inspector Smith, but we can eliminate him as a suspect...

Nobody can be eliminated.

To tell the truth, I don't like him.

Neither do I, but that's no reason.

He would do anything for his career, he even was a jailer once.

- No, no... - Okay, leave Smith out. Go on, who else?

Then Dr. Trooper would also be a suspect.

I let him see all investigation results, but...

I trust him, he's my friend...

Hey, hey, hey, that's my whiskey.

Sorry.

In the end, if I should name everyone who sees the records,

I also have to add you, Sir Francis.

I also always gave the records to you, just to get your advise...

Sir Francis's residence.

Scotland Yard...

Thank you.

Hillier.

Thank you.

A body was found...

A new victim of the girl-killer. Come, Phillip.

- Take me with you. - Yes, take her and show her what humans are capable of.

The way the head's severed shows great skill.

My guess is that it must have been done by a doctor.

- Another one. - The girl-killer.

One hangs 'em, the other chops their 'eads off.

And one's been arrested, and the other one is still at large.

Keep moving please. Move along.

Keep moving, please.

- I'm sorry, I'm closing up now. - Do you always close so late?

Always.

We're closing...

Where shall we go?

It's pretty late, but if you'd like to,

I know a great little place, where we'd be very comfortable,

undisturbed...

- We could have something to eat and drink. - Where?

My place.

What do you say?

There's nothing to be afraid of.

We're closed...

The verdict?

The secret court recommends the death penalty.

Death by hanging.

The court will now vote...

The verdict is unanimous, death by hanging...

The execution will be performed immediately.

No! No! No!

No!

That's the body, over there.

The fifth victim of the sex murderer.

Just like the others.

She was also found with no head.

A very skilful job of amputation.

As usual.

And him?

Him? You needn't worry about him.

This one isn't your problem anymore, John.

A new victim of the Executioner of London.

By the way, this body was found

thanks to our friend, private detective Gabby Pennypacker.

He was hanging in an old house, in Whitechapel.

When the police arrived after I had telephoned them,

he'd been dead only half an hour.

Any clues?

Any clues?

No, no, no, no...

This.

The man was discovered hanging in the same house

where several years ago he'd killed his family in cold blood.

He killed his wife and his two children

so he could run away with his young mistress.

So here's the indictment and verdict they left around his neck...

Absolutely no doubt about it.

Another job of the Executioner of London.

He'd been tried already by a regular court in absentia

and condemned to death.

But he got to South America, somehow.

After several years he thought the pressure was off

and came back to London.

And then the executioner intervened and saw that justice was done.

Where are you going with that?

To the Chief Inspector.

- Hold on a moment, John. - Yes?

Last night Anne and I were out and I took her home late.

Did you have a good time?

Sir Francis and his butler...

It was after midnight, and they weren't at home...

Yes, so?

And last night there was another hanging...

- Just what are you trying to say? - You know very well.

I'm positive that you and I are beginning to have the same suspicions.

What suspicions?

That Sir Francis and his butler are somehow involved

with this executioner and these secret trials.

You must be crazy.

Be honest, John...

I always had the feeling it's because Anne is the man's daughter

that you asked to be taken off the executioner case.

You really believe that?

You're wrong, Philip...

If there's a traitor in Scotland Yard,

it's someone else.

What's the meaning of that?

This last execution was carried out with the same rope.

Impossible, I've the rope locked inside my safe.

It is the same rope!

The key has been stolen!

I always carry it in this pocket...

Not always.

Somebody has managed to steal the key out of my pocket,

and they've opened the safe with it.

At home...

While I slept...

A burglar...

Very possible.

- Do the reporters know about it? - No, I hope not.

It would be disastrous if they ever found out

that the Commissioner of Scotland Yard's safe was opened

and the executioners rope stolen.

Or what's worse, borrowed.

Hillier, I'm counting on you to see that this doesn't become public.

They won't hear a word about this from me.

We've offered a reward for information leading to the executioner's arrest.

The largest reward ever offered... What do you think of that?

It should have been done long ago.

Yes, perhaps you're right.

What should I do with the rope now?

It mustn't be used again to execute another man.

I don't know...

The Executioner of London is no longer my concern.

But I soon hope to arrest the man responsible for those sex crimes...

Alright, what's the matter with my heart?

Has it stopped beating?

You have a fever, you'd better get right into bed.

That's ridiculous, that's the road to death.

I intend to go on living, a long time yet!

There are many things I still want to do.

Who said anything about dying, Sir Francis?

You've caught a cold and what you need is rest.

That's nonsense, not when Scotland Yard is in serious trouble

with this mysterious executioner.

I hope to live long enough to find out who the judges of the secret court are

and who this executioner is...

I would even be willing to plead their case when the time comes.

I raise my hat to these great men

for whom truth and justice still has some meaning.

And whoever disagrees can go hang as well.

Please make sure that he gets to bed.

The judge is very stubborn. He dislikes lying in bed.

Whether he's ill or not. He hates beds.

He'd rather go out at night.

Did he catch this cold last night when he went out?

Alright, he wasn't at home. Where was he?

I'm sorry, but I can't give you such information...

Why not?

A good servant is not supposed to talk about the private life of his master.

- I'm his doctor. - There are no exceptions,

not even his doctor.

- Good day. - Good day.

Well, what did our doctor want to find out?

- Whether you were out last night. - And what did you answer?

- I didn't tell him anything. - That's good, very good.

I would have liked to have seen his expression if you'd told him

we had been to cinema for the late-night show.

He wouldn't believe it. I know I wouldn't...

The girl was employed in a snack bar.

22 years old, blonde like you.

The killer must be a very sick man, probably a lunatic.

The girls he picks up at night are murdered that same evening.

Then he leaves their headless bodies in parks.

We've never found any of the heads.

And never a clue...

That's what makes this case so baffling.

John, I've always wanted to help you.

I believe I can now.

You?

How can you help me?

Take me to the spot where the killer meets those girls.

As a decoy, you?

- No, I couldn't. - John, please.

I know your sister was murdered by that man,

and I saw that girl lying on the bed of flowers.

I must help you...

Alright, Anne.

But you must follow my instructions to the letter.

- This is very dangerous. - I know.

My men and I will see that nothing happens to you.

The last few times he picked up the girls at an amusement park.

Ladies and gentlemen,

here at last you can see the real Executioner of London.

We owe you the explanation of this mystery.

The enigma is finally solved.

The real Executioner of London will demonstrate in our stage performance

three perfect executions as they have actually taken place.

Our last evening show is about to begin.

Admittance is only for adults.

Ladies and gentlemen, only a few seats are still available.

You still have the opportunity to take part in our performance.

Roll up, roll up...

This little silver bell will announce the beginning of the show.

Would you like to go in and see the show?

It's so noisy here. Let's go somewhere that's quiet.

Where?

I'll leave that up to you.

- Would you like something to eat? - No thanks, I've already eaten.

I know somewhere we could both be more comfortable.

My art collection is far lovelier and more interesting

than anything you can see here, at this amusement park.

Come, let's leave.

Through here, please.

Get in, please.

Come in.

It's time that I introduced myself.

My name's McFerguson, Dr. McFerguson, I'm a surgeon.

But I don't have a regular practise.

Why don't you take a look around?

How do you like my private museum?

Very nice.

Look at that one...

That's paradise...

Oh, would you like to sit down? Perhaps here, or there.

That was done by a painter under the influence of opium.

It's interesting...

Unusual...

Don't you think so?

I can tell by the way you look at my paintings

that you can see what's hidden below the surface.

You appreciate art.

I'm glad it's you.

I'd be very glad to show you all my art treasures...

- What's the car's licence number? - We didn't get it.

Everything mystical and strange has always, even since childhood,

had a special hold on me.

The human mind is incapable of interpreting

anything in the spiritual world.

Which means

that the human body is a burden to the spirit...

Drawing it back to reality and material things.

- I wonder if you understand all this? - Yes, of course.

For quite a time, I've been doing certain experiments

with the idea of separating the mind and the body...

So that the head of a human, container of his thoughts

and the centre of his mind,

could be enabled to live and grow without a body.

So that it could live and think on and thus

be open and free to experience all spiritual ways.

- Can you follow me? - Yes, I think so.

If you're interested in this subject,

I could explain it all more clearly in my laboratory downstairs.

Would you like that?

Yes, I would.

I'm not a very good host, am I? I've forgotten the tea.

May I open the window? It's very warm in here.

Yes, of course, my pleasure.

Please, stay seated.

Here.

Help yourself.

Some tea?

Yes, of course...

Why don't we sit down?

The experiments I'm working on would, if I succeed,

cause a revolution in the entire world.

Can you imagine it?

The victory of man's mind over matter.

It would mean the end of physical suffering for all mankind.

A life of spiritual perfection.

Cigarette?

For me it would be the fulfilment of my life's work.

My name would become known worldwide,

because of my discovery.

Do you believe me?

Yes, I believe you.

Why aren't you drinking?

- Inspector Hillier? - Speaking.

No news, even from the other duty area...

What is it, anything wrong?

So it seems, Chief Inspector, I'm afraid we've lost them.

How could such a thing happen?

The fellow is smart, he really tricked us... I'll be back...

Inspector Hillier, station 11, what's new?

Nothing to report, Inspector.

Thanks.

What about Anne?

- I'm trying to track her down again... - Has anything happened?

- I hope not. - What do you mean, you hope not!

Could I perhaps offer you my services?

Leave me alone.

- I must go... - No, you don't have to go.

- Yes, I've taken advantage of your hospitality. - No, no, not at all.

I'd so much like to show you the equipment I use for my experiments.

Don't leave now, please not yet. If you left now I'd be so disappointed.

Please, come.

Please, come.

What I'm going to show you now

will fill you with the greatest admiration.

Come.

What is it?

Soon you will get to know my invention.

Come on.

Now you just sit there and don't move.

Look, a glove.

- Allow me to present you... - Thank you.

- "Scotland Yard, Doctor Ma..." - A love letter?

Give me that... Let me read it...

It's incredible that you let Anne get involved with this mad killer.

It was her wish.

But you don't gamble with the life of the girl you're in love with.

Or whom you claim to love.

If a man really loves a girl,

he wouldn't think of exposing her to such danger.

Nothing.

This is an artificial heart.

I'll switch it on now.

And this is a very clever apparatus,

which replaces the function of the lungs.

And so,

the oxygen can reach the bloodstream.

The head of a living human,

when connected to this new artificial body,

connected to the air- and bloodstreams,

could continue to live independently.

Seeing, thinking, speaking.

The word "help" was written on it, so we thought it was important.

Would you repeat it, slowly.

"Help. Scotland Yard."

- "Doctor McFerguson." - Doctor McFerguson...

- "Unicorn Street." - Unicorn Street.

- "Anne." - Anne. - Thank you.

I repeat: "Unicorn Street, Anne."

Hey... Wait! Stop!

Dr. McFerguson!

- Get her in the car. - Give me a hand with her, quick.

It's all over.

Give yourself up.

This time you're not escaping from us.

Go quickly.

Hey, where is he? I gotta get his picture.

I want an exclusive.

In there?

Where's Anne?

She's in good hands. Dr. Trooper is looking after her.

My compliments, congratulations...

We've waited a long time for this.

Yes. Unfortunately, we can't bring the other girls back.

I hope that this monster gets the punishment he deserves.

Thank you very much.

Jerome, the telephone.

I want to call John to congratulate him.

John...

John, help me...

- Anne. - Help me...

Anne!

It's alright.

Understood. I'll come at once.

Good. I'll come at once.

Yes?

I'll come at once.

Begin your report.

Start the tape recorder.

Where's the prisoner?

He's not in the cell.

He escaped?

No, the car hasn't brought him in yet.

Why, that's impossible. He should have been here long ago.

Hillier, what's the meaning of this?

My car, please, right away.

I'll call you when I need you.

- I understand, I'll come at once. - Good.

Dr. McFerguson.

You are accused of having murdered five women.

Accused,

we know you murdered five young girls in a most bestial manner.

No, I'm innocent.

I championed a great cause.

I wanted to contribute to the spiritual victory of mankind.

Sacrifices were necessary. The girls died in the service of a great cause.

This stupid arrest interrupted my greatest experiment of all.

My last experiment to unleash the powers of pure thought.

This court will be severely punished for it one day.

The greatest scientists in the world will condemn you for your actions.

This time, if my experiment had succeeded,

I wouldn't have been your prisoner.

No, you would have knelt before me.

Silence!

The whole world would have been on its knees before me...

Yes, I recognise this girl too.

I used her in my last experiment.

Ah yes...

Yes, her too...

I didn't perfect the mechanism for the artificial heart to function correctly.

That was the reason for my failure.

Ah yes, yes...

With her I began my series of experiments.

The verdict is unanimous.

Death by hanging.

I'm innocent...

I'm innocent!

I'm innocent!

Hands up! Hands up!

I'm innocent!

I'm innocent! I'm innocent!

I'm innocent! I'm...

Block the exits. Don't shoot.

Get back!

Inspector Hillier was a born enemy of crime.

However, after his sister's murder

and as a consequence of his experiences with the underworld

he developed a pathologically distorted sense of justice

which finally lead him to create this court

and become the Executioner of London.

He picked his victims carefully

and only punished criminals who'd escaped the law.

He later persuaded the families of the murdered girls

to join his scheme for justice,

and, to satisfy their frustrated desire for revenge,

they became his accomplices.

However, we owe the solution of this affair

to Mr. Tom Jenkins of our secret service.

He was called in when all other investigators had failed.

So he's the one who put an end to the Executioner of London.

Subtitles by McDuck Additional Translations by TheDia

I used dialogue from the English dub rip by docpain

November 2008