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We are playing Russian roulette with our lives.

- She's right. You know, this whole thing

it's real, you know what I'm saying? And personally, I'm done.

- In case you haven't noticed the two victims were from our study group.

What if these murders aren't random? What if we're being targeted?

Now, I'll be damned if I'm going to wait for death.

So, why don't we do this for Marisa and Mary-Anne? Let's take a shot at it.

Let's see if we can profile this psycho.

I mean, if we stick together, we might just be able to pull this off.

So, I say we keep going, we keep working all of us, together. Yeah?

- All right.

- Molly?

- Yeah, what the hell. I'll play along. Doesn't mean I like you guys, though.

- We'll keep going. Allright? - Right.

- So, what did Kane mean, when he was talking about you being a survivor?

- Nothing... could we talk later?

- Hey, Aron. Can I speak to you?

- It's Kane's FBI file. - Eight years ago, he was working on the

Detroit Killer case. - Ten five-year-old boys

found drowned in Lake Erie, all tortured sexually and physically.

Kane was taken hostage, and released five days later. Suspect killed.

- Thank you Aron.

- Kane disappeared for three years. Case closed.

Jesus, this is classified files. How did you manage that?

- I hacked into the police database, past and present. Any information they receive

will show up on my computer. This way, we'll stay one step ahead.

- Wow, you're good.

- You're a hard man to catch. - Look, Detective, I

really need to get going. So, if you could excuse me...

- You probably won't remember me. Five years ago, the island murders?

Five students mutilated, the killer never caught.

We came to you for help, but you refused. Didn't you know one of the victims?

Cheryl Ellis. - Yes, she was the neighbour's child.

I've seen her around, once or twice but I didn't know her.

- You know, she has a point. But I don't agree with her.

- Who? - Molly. The Barnett theory.

Too obvious. I'm always looking for illogical, twisted, motive, or no motive at all.

Murder's in all of us. You just need the opportunity to let the demon out.

If you could kill someone, anyone, without getting caught, wouldn't you?

- The Ripper didn't kill for the sake of killing, detective.

- But he enjoyed it. He wrote letters, left clues, just like this killer.

At the first crime scene, an incoherent message. At the second, a black bonnet.

- See what a jolly bonnet I've got on.

- What? - Polly Nichols, one of the Ripper's victims

was wearing a new bonnet, the night she was murdered.

Could be a coincidence. Now, if you could excuse me.

- I took this from your office. I didn't think you'd mind.

I'll pay.

- It's on me.

Goodnight.

- He sort of gives me the creeps, the way he looks at her. Rumours said

that they have a relationship. What do we really know about her?

Jason...? I hope I didn't say anything that upset you.

- No.

- Undercover lovers.

- Okay, here's what we got. This message was found

written in blood on the wall, after Marisa's death.

- ""I seem longer that ate out nice may it wate...""

- I rearranged the words, and this is what I came up with.

""I fried and ate. It was very nice. I may send you the bloody

-...bloody knife that took it out, if you wait a while longer.""

- What does it mean? - I'd say, it probably means we're dealing

with a dyslexic psychopath.

- It's the ""Letter from Hell."" Ripper sent it to the police, after the killings.

- We need to get a hold of the crime scene photos

to see if the wounds of Mary-Anne match the wounds of Polly Nichols.

We've got to be sure.

- I have keys to the morgue. I could go down there

and have a look, to see how they compare with the ones on Mary-Anne's body.

- Let's split up. Let's go to work. Good work.

- I'm sorry, Molly.

I'm sorry I doubted you. I've been petty and selfish.

Before you walked in on Jason and I... there was nothing. It's you he wants.

I can see the way he looks at... you.

Friends?

- She's been strangled, and her throat's been slashed

jagged wounds running down the left side of the abdomen. Oh, Mary-Anne.

Tissue's been cut through, and three cuts running down the right side.

Exactly the same as Polly Nichols, same positions, same MO.

Hello?

Who's there?

Hello?

There's going to be somebody here any minute, you know. You better stop...

Help! Somebody please!

Hello? Please, somebody help me! Please help me

there's somebody who's trying to kill me.

He's outside this door.

- See what a jolly bonnet I've got, now?

- I used to be so pretty. Now look at me.

Don't worry, Andy, it's all going to be over soon.

- Shhh... here he comes.

- What? Gee Whiz. You scared the hell out of me.

- It's Andy, she's been murdered. Kane just called us.

- She was strangled. She had her throat cut from ear to ear

and then, she had her guts ripped out. Just before the maniac flung

her intestines over her shoulder. - And some of her uterus was missing

just like the third London victim, Annie Chapman.

- He's killing us, one by one, with the same MO as the London victims.

- Is there something you want to tell us, now?

- What? What are you talking about? - I had a chat with your high school friend

Kroeker. I found out some friends of yours were

murdered on an island, a few years ago and you were the only survivor.

- Sound familiar? That's the accident you were referring to.

You call that an accident?

Something like this happens, and then starts happening again, and you don't tell us?

You don't think this is a little bit relevant to what's going on, here?

For the second time in a few years, people are being murdered around you, Molly

and I think there's a fucking connection, don't you?

- Get the fuck out of my face, man. - You know what? I trusted you.

We all trusted you, and you put us in danger.

How can you be so stupid?

You know, it's really sad when you can't trust anyone.

Just get the hell away from me, okay? I never wanted to be a part of your pathetic

little group, in the first place. I tried to stay away from you. You guys pulled me into it.

Well, fuck you, okay? No more. From now on, I'll rely on myself.

- Forget her, Jason, she's on her own. We're leaving for Kane's cabin tomorrow.

- I know.

- Let me in.

Oh, my God. They did this to you?

- Usually, a copycat just imitates a style, but this killer is so precise

meticulous in every detail, in his attempt to

match the wounds of the original victims.

- He actually thinks he is Jack the Ripper.

- Or someone who's a descendant of the Ripper.

- This is ridiculous. Okay, so what? What are you guys saying? That we're being

chased by the spawn of the fuckin' devil?

- No. It's possible, but sheer speculation.

I mean, the odds are a million to one.

- But we are safe here. The police are going to catch him, right? That's why

Detective Kelso advised us to come to your cabin, yeah?

Once they get the test results from the blood found

at the scene of Mary-Anne's death

they can compare the DNA, and the blood samples against known criminals

and suspects, and our samples, that we gave in class.

- What are you saying? That it could be one of us?

That one of us is a fuckin' maniac?

- You know what? We can't be sure of anything, until...

Until what? Until you get another message?

A scrawled letter that says ""Eddie was here""

in my fucking blood?

- Shut the fuck up. - You shut the fuck up, bitch.

- The letters. Think about this. If we theorize the possibility that

Martha Tabram was a Ripper victim, then Marisa, Mary-Anne, and Andrea

all had the same initials as those of the 1 888 victims.

- This just gets better and better.

- This is too crazy to be true. - Think about it. Martha Tabram

Marisa Tavares. M.T. - The second victim was Polly Nichols

Doesn't match with Mary-Anne Nordstrom. - Polly was her nickname.

Her real name was Mary-Anne Nichols. M.N. The same as Mary-Anne Nordstrom.

Andy Carter matches Annie Chapman. And with the exception of Jason

all our initials match. Victim number four, Elizabeth Stride.

- Yeah, that's... that's me, right? Right? Eddie Sackman, right?

- Victim number five, Catherine Eddowes. - Chantal Etienne.

- And victim number six, Mary Jane Kelly. M.K. Marshall Kane

- Or Molly Keller.

- Are you saying I'm next? Are you?

This is fuckin' great, right?

Where's the knife, Jason?

- Jason's my middle name. Michael is my given name, Michael Korda.

That gives me the same initials as Molly and Professor Kane.

- Right here, how do we know you ain't lying?

Who we should profile? We know that the Ripper was intelligent, yet socially inept.

- Sounds like Molly.

- Wait, no, it can't be. - What? What, Molly? What?

- Well... it sounds like Kroeker. - Wait. He did ask me if he could

designate the names of the study group.

He was in my class, five years ago. He knew we were going to that island.

He asked if he could come and we said no. They rejected him.

- He does fit the profile. Aron finds it difficult to fit in. I mean

I've tried to help him, so much so last Fall, I let him do some odd jobs

and repairs around this cabin. - Great. He knows where we are.

- I'll telephone the police, and tell them what we know, and I'm sure

they'll pick him up for questioning and that'll be that.

What strange. The telephone is not working.

- Maybe a line's down, or something.

- There are no land lines here. It's a satellite dish, for a cellular range feed.

- Okay, so maybe it's like a power outage from the storm or something, right?

More likely the storm damaged the dish. It is on top of the mountain.

- Or somebody.

- Does any... anyone have any technical experience?

- I know a little bit about electronics. - Good. So, do you want to give it a try?

- Yeah, I can. - Great. I've got some tools in the shed.

I'll go and get the keys for the Jeep. - Wait.

- No, I think going outside is a very bad idea.

I think we should just wait here, until morning.

Yeah, that's right. Nothing can happen to us, if we stick together.

- It's not a vote. I'm going.

- Look, Jason, why don't you check the attitude for a minute, here, okay?

If we're right about the initials, that means he's going to try and kill at least

three more of us. - Why do you care? You'll be safe with Kane.

He'll protect you.

- What the hell does that mean? - I came to your place last night

to apologise.

- Jason. I'm coming with you

because you've got a one in three chance of getting killed, and right now

those are pretty good odds. I'm sticking with you.

And I'm driving.

- I want to clear the air about something. You don't fool me with your pathetic poor

in trauma act ""my father was an alcoholic, my mother didn't love me.""

You want to know about love? I'll tell you about love.

I've seen so little of my parents, they couldn't pick me out of a lineup.

Nobody cares. You deal with it.

By the way, keep your hands off Jason. He's mine. You've already fucked Kane.

That should keep you almost busy for awhile. Understand?

- Jason, wait. Wait for me.

- Oh great. - Perfect.

- What did you do? - I didn't do anything.

It's this piece of junk jeep.

- So, do you know anything about cars? - No. Do you know anything about cars?

You're Mr. Fix-It. Why don't you pull a tube out of your ass and go out there

and do something? - Shut up.

- You shut up. - No, you shut the fuck up!

- Fuck you! You shut up! - Well, what do you think it is?

- I don't know, Jason. Let's have a look here. Hmm, it's not the fucking gas, is it?

- All right fuck it. I'm going to the top of the mountain, and I'm going to fix that dish

and I'm coming back to the car. Just don't move.

- I'll come with you. - No, stay in the car, all right? Don't move.

You know what? Even if the killer's out here, he's not going to touch me.

You know why? Because Eddie, you're next.

- Jason, I hope you catch some fucking pneumonia.

- Lock your door, pal.

- Oh, yeah, that's just real fucking funny, Jason. There are no locks.

- Detective Kelso? - This is Kelso.

- You come over here, and don't start the jeep, until I tell you to.

Okay.

- What the fuck are you doing, Chantal? - It's too scary, being there alone.

- Okay, go back, sit behind the wheel and

don't start the jeep, until I tell you to start the jeep.

Women.

Come on Eddie, let's get this sucker going.

- Come on Jason, where are you?

- Fuck. Think Eddie.

Chantal, I said, don't start the jeep until I tell you.

Stupid bitch.

Stop. Chantal, turn it off. Turn it off!.

Oh God! My hand!

Turn it off!

Chantal...

- No, no, I'm not who you think I am. - You bastard. Murderer, you killed Eddie!

- No, no, shut up! Just shut up! I need you to listen to me. I know who it is.

I know!

- Professor Kane!

Professor Kane!

Yes.

Phone line's back up. Nice work, Jason.

The semen they found in Marisa matches Kane?

Mary-Anne's blood sample matches Jason.

- Molly it's me! Open the door.

- Get away from me! - Open it!

- Get away from me! I don't trust either of you.

- What are you talking about? - Get away!

- Molly! Where are you?

- Why'd you do it, Jason?

- Molly, please, let me explain I found Eddie...

- I don't believe you.

- No, please, no...

- You killed him.

- Molly, listen. Listen to me. I swear, I never touched him. I wouldn't.

I found Jason like this. You have to believe me, Molly.

Trust me. I wouldn't lie to you, please Molly.

- It was you, at the party it was you, you.

- Yes, I was there, it was me, but I swear, I didn't kill her.

Listen to me, Molly, last night you said to me, ""let me in.""

Well, I did. I did, Molly. So, why can't you let me in?

- Because I can't trust you anymore.

- No!

- No.

I'm not going to hurt you, Molly.

Look, this was the last piece of evidence we needed to tie Kane to the murders.

We found one of these on the boat, where Alex and Cheryl were butchered.

We searched Kane's room at the campus, we found a vial of Jason's blood sample.

It seems Kane planted it after he killed Mary-Anne.

It's over, Molly. It's all over.

You don't have to run anymore.

- You killed them. You killed them all.

- No! No!

- I want you to step inside a killer's mind.

How do they manipulate their prey? What methods do they use

to gain the confidence of their victims?

Don't you think I could match the profile of such a killer?

So, you see, Professor Kane you just don't measure up.

For a time there, I wasn't thinking clearly

I was confused, in limbo.

I mean, this is 1888, isn't it? I knew it was Jack, cunning Jack, quiet Jack.

Jack's my name. Jack, whose sword never sleeps

not the good shepherd, not the prince of peace.

I'm Red Jack, Springheeled Jack, Saucy Jack, Jack from Hell.

Trade name: Jack the Ripper.