The Long Shadow (2023) s01e05 Episode Script

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There's been another one.
What IS the plan?
How exactly are we planning
on stopping this man?
So, it's not just Leeds, it's Bradford.
Now he goes to Manchester
for t'first time.
- It might not be his first time.
- Joan Harrison.
She were in Where were it? Preston?
Hoban had us look into it
and decided it weren't linked.
Everybody knows the
Ripper attacks prostitutes,
and everybody knows
the Ripper attacked me.
Don't matter if it's not true.
That's me scarred. Forever.
"Dear sir.
I'm sorry I cannot give my
name for obvious reasons.
I am the Ripper.
Up to number eight, you say seven,
but remember Preston '75."
That's Joan Harrison. The
one Hoban says wasn't linked.
This is it. This is him.
Nobody knows about Harrison.
This now is the inner circle.
Nobody outside of this
room has read that letter
Come in, Dick, sit down.
and nor do they have to. Not yet.
Not if we're confident
that this is our man.
These have been fingerprinted, yes?
Well, course they have.
It's first thing we did.
"I can feel it coming on again."
Jesus Christ, George.
Nobody knew about Joan
Harrison, not even us.
But she were hit on the head
with a hammer, left on display,
just like the others, and he knew it.
And he says he posted this in
Sunderland on "one of his trips".
Now, we know he "gets about".
That's a clue, in't it?
So no more bothering with tyres that
may or may not have been changed.
That's done. We're putting
everything into, erm
Triple area sightings.
He might get about, but he's
only ever in red-light districts.
So any driver seen in three
or more red-light areas
gets a visit from us.
Manchester, Huddersfield, Leeds,
doesn't matter where, he
gets a knock on the door.
Well, we can still
check for tyres, then.
That's over now, Jim.
- No, 'cos if you're going to their houses
- It's a waste of time.
- It takes two minutes!
- Jim, take the bloody hint.
It's not a hint, it's an order.
Point is, there's thousands
of men using prostitutes.
But they usually go
to one red-light area.
Two, maybe, if they work in
a different town. But three?
That is rare. That is a very short list.
But one man that you can guarantee
is on it is the Ripper.
- Right, what d'you need, Dick?
- Three teams.
I did tell them to them face when
they come fi knock on my door,
"We're going nowhere. We
have a tenancy agreement."
Yeah, erm may I see?
Morning.
Here we go, er,
"Landlord must give six
weeks' notice for eviction "
- He say he want us to come out Monday.
- Yeah. Yeah
" unless conditions outlined
in clause 2b are applicable "
- Er "Anti-social behaviour"?
- No.
- "Overdue rent"?
- No.
"Or if emergency work is required."
You see, that is what
I've been telling them.
- Sorry?
- No heating.
All winter, I was saying, "No heating."
It cold. And they say, "If you
want it fixed, you have to get out.
You get it fixed, we come
back another time. Maybe."
Yeah, but if it's in the contract,
and you've signed the contract
No, no, no. No. Go on.
Well, it's clear that the gentleman
I'm so sorry, I don't know your name.
- Calvin.
- Clearly, Calvin has a case.
They can't evict him
because they need to
maintain their own property.
And they won't be doing it, anyway.
What they'll do is use it as
an excuse to get the rent up.
I had it with that flat on Oak Road.
Tenants out for "renovations",
flat's back on the market next week,
only this time - surprise,
surprise - with higher rent.
Yeah, but the point is,
Calvin's signed the contract.
Well, the point is the
contract's not fair.
That's the point.
And they're relying on the fact
that people like Calvin here
won't seek out local lawyers
like us to challenge them.
But you have. And we will.
Or Howard will, you're his client.
Sorry, but I can't stand it.
This is Ruth, by the way.
Is he here?
Looks ever so smart. I've
asked him to stop for his tea.
Well, he can come up here first.
- Jackie.
- Mam, I'm 18.
About to go to university,
I'm allowed boys in my room.
I want him to hear me new record.
All right. Well, leave the door open.
- Mam!
- What? Then we can all hear it!
- How far is that, Ben?
- Kinloss?
That's a six-hour drive
to get there, Mrs Hill.
- Six?
- And they call THIS the North East.
I keep saying it'd be quicker to fly.
You know, 'cos he's in the RAF.
They have a scheme for girls to join.
They even do grants for university,
but Jackie wants to join the police.
Or the Probation Service.
- I'm still not sure about all that, you know?
- No?
Why not?
Go on, I wanna hear this.
Well when it comes
to an actual career,
there's not many girls get
involved in that sort of thing.
Exactly. And that needs to change.
Well, no-one's saying it for certain,
but Brian Newton, who's at Wakefield
Yeah, I know Brian.
Right, well, he heard Mr Gregory
talking about it on t'telephone.
And Jenny reckons
that's what got Oldfield
shouting the place down the other day.
Said it straight after
I gave him t'post.
And before that, he were all subdued.
So did YOU see the letter?
- It would've been in a pile.
- Well, she would have done.
But they get that many.
We could always ask Mr Holland.
You wouldn't dare!
Right, gather in round, please.
OK.
Plan for triple area
sightings is as follows -
Leeds, Bradford, Manchester
and Rytka, the coloured girl in
Huddersfield, makes four cities.
Now, we divide into two
sections, A-M and N-Z. John?
All triple area sightings
is to go on a list.
Any fella on that list
can expect a visit.
Well, let's hope their wives aren't in.
Let's hope they are!
'Ey, listen, if the wives
are in, we tread carefully.
The last thing we want to
do is embarrass these men.
Right, you heard him.
Hey, Meg. MEG! Where you going?
To ask him!
Mr Holland? Mr Holland? Dick? Sorry.
Erm, so is it true?
Has the Ripper really sent a letter?
- Well, none of us can do it all, love.
- Sorry?
You'll be making calls
all day today, yes?
And I won't need to know
the details of those calls,
'cos I know that if
something important comes in,
you'll send it through
to myself and Mr Oldfield.
Just as, if we've got anything
that you need to know about,
that you can help with,
we'll let you know.
Not in a nasty way.
Just we can't have
everybody knowing everything,
as that gets confusing.
Does that make sense?
- Yes, sir.
- Good lass.
We can take that as a yes, then.
It's becoming routine,
this. Sunday morning club.
- Morning, sir.
- Morning.
All right, then. Go on. Lift it.
The body of another prostitute
has been found in the Bradford area.
Police have identified
her as Donna DeAngelo
but have yet to confirm
if this is another victim
of the Yorkshire Ripper.
We spoke with her neighbours
following the announcement.
Donna did everything for her
son. She thought the world of him.
That's the only reason
she did what she did.
Even with this Ripper on the loose?
That's what she used to say.
"There's always someone on the loose."
What you doing?
You saw it on the lunchtime bulletin.
I'm just checking to
see if I missed anything.
Well, we can check it again tomorrow.
- Calvin!
- Yes, Dee!
All right?
You come to buy us a drink?
I will buy you a drink if you listen.
I found you a lawyer.
- I don't want no lawyer.
- On Chapeltown Road.
I don't want no lawyer
on Chapeltown Road.
This is different.
I did tell them about your compensation.
And what them say about you.
And they say fi go see them,
and show them the form
- I can't.
- Them will help you, man.
No, I can't take the form. You
scrunch it up, threw it away.
I did keep it.
Just in case.
So you go down there.
And you show them.
This lawyer, whoever he is, he
ain't never going to help me.
She.
Her name's Donna DeAngelo.
She was a prostitute found
under a mattress in Bradford.
I mean, there's a lot to like,
but David Gee isn't
linking it quite yet.
- No? It was on the news.
- Yeah, but it's not official.
The injuries aren't quite the same.
You know, I mean, we're
not discounting it,
but she's been lying
there for several weeks,
so it's taken a while to sort out.
And there are others like this?
Ones you're not sure about
that could well be the Ripper?
Yes, there's a handful, yeah.
Some of them, survivors?
Women who'll have met him?
Yeah, but if they've survived,
they've survived a crack
on the head, haven't they?
And some of these women are not
the most reputable types, you know,
what they say and what we
believe are not always the same.
Now, what we don't want to do
is link one of these by mistake,
and that'll send us off right
down wrong path, won't it?
Right, but we need something.
It'll be three years in October.
And there's nothing in the
letter to tell you who he is.
Well I believe it's him.
It might well be.
But there's nothing in the actual letter
that gets you any closer
to knowing who he is.
Or am I wrong?
To me, you could do a lot worse
than having someone like Domaille
meet these women, these survivors.
Interview them, so you can
either rule them out properly
or rule them in officially.
See if what they say can't
push you along. Just an idea.
But this is your area
of expertise, not mine.
I'm sorry. Me friend got angry.
He scrunched it up like that.
Oh, no. No, in a way, I rather like it.
"My client found your response
to be so objectionable,
that it had to be fished
from a nearby bin."
It is disgusting, this judgement.
On so many levels.
The assumptions it makes about you,
the suggestion that you in some way
brought this attack upon yourself.
I bet it's changed things, has it?
Every moment of every day.
You drive a fast car. A blue car.
I saw you once.
Music blaring, not
a care in the world
- Oh, I don't always
- No, darling. I like it.
- Hello, love.
- Oh, Jim. Come in.
- Is now all right?
- Yeah.
- Let me take your coat.
- Right.
Dennis, love, you've got a visitor.
I'll leave you to it.
'Ey up, Jim.
I, erm
I didn't know if
this was gonna be welcome.
How've you been doing?
Aye, I can't complain.
Well, I can, but I won't.
How about you, Dennis?
Oh not so bad.
'Ey.
I-I know I haven't
been there day-to-day,
but I have been keeping
tabs on things
Oh, no, come on. Let's
not I'm here to see you.
A-and what you find, you see,
when you have time
away is perspective.
Aye. Well, you would do.
Yeah. Start seeing the wood for t'trees.
And now, it strikes me that
all this time
we've been looking for a monster.
Too bloody right.
What you'll find, if and when you do,
is someone
forgettable.
A man who buys t'paper, like you and me.
Puts up shelves.
Goes for a pint, bickers with his wife.
Can't speak openly with his mates.
A nobody.
Not a nobody, that's
that's different.
A normal man.
Otherwise
you'd have spotted him by now.
You've interviewed
thousands of people.
And what's that tell you?
That we will meet him very soon.
You've met him already.
He's in system.
Bound to be.
He needs to
change things, Oldfield.
Otherwise, it's going
to get away from him.
He needs to change
the way he's thinking.
Fetch that book.
Aye.
Open it.
That's all me notes.
Take it with you when you go.
No, I can't do that.
You must. Show it to the others.
Just till I get back.
Thank you, Dennis.
Millgarth Incident Room?
OK, and when was the
last sighting, you say?
He's been spotted in
both Manchester and Leeds.
In the last four months,
we've had a number of vehicles
spotted in the three cities.
Now, you've got your vehicle
index and your nominal index.
So, if you get a report of a car -
make, colour, time
and place of sighting,
registration, either
in part or in full
Millgarth Incident Room?
Yeah, she's here.
If you get a name -
with an address, or a
workplace, or what have you -
then that's a different card,
and that goes in the nominal
index, which is listed by surname.
Meg.
If it's both, then it's your
vehicle card, like I described,
but you add the name of the owner
so it can be cross-referenced.
But then you take a third card,
- and you fill out all the vehicle details again.
- Meg?
- It's your husband, love.
- Tell him I'll call back.
- Shall I go through it one more time?
- Yes, please.
She says she'll call you back.
Don't worry if it all
seems a bit confusing.
Once you get the hang
of it, it'll click.
I wanted chips, but
chippy were closed, so
I walked home from there.
It's five minutes if
you cut between t'houses.
And this was August the 15th, 1975?
Yes, love. A Friday.
I'd come round, I was on our street,
and that's when I saw him.
Just stepped out in front of me.
He said, "Weather's let
us down again, hasn't it?"
Just like that.
Soft voice. Calm as anything.
- You said it were friendly.
- Yeah.
Yeah, it were it were gentle.
Then what?
Well, erm that that's it.
I don't That's a blank after that.
Two big blows on back of t'head.
My skirt were all up round here.
Cuts on my body with a knife.
They reckon car headlights must've
come round corner after that,
'cos he were gone.
So they reckon.
That's when he found me.
The man that got out of his car.
He saw me there
face down on t'ground.
He'd left me for dead.
You're all right. You're OK.
And this man, you've not seen him since?
When you've been out,
at the shops or in town?
No.
That don't mean he's not local, though.
Only, if it's been three years, then
you'd have seen him around.
There's no way she'd have seen him.
She's not been out in three years.
This afternoon, the
police officially named
the Yorkshire Ripper's tenth
victim as Vera Millward.
A prostitute from Hulme,
her body was discovered this morning
by groundsmen working at the
Manchester Royal Infirmary.
Millward becomes the second
victim in the Manchester area
and the fifth victim in under 12 months.
I believe you and Vera
were well acquainted.
That's right, isn't it?
Well, her boyfriend seems
to think you were a regular.
Picked her up every Tuesday in your van.
You know that's illegal, right?
- I wouldn't say it was, no.
- No?
Paying prostitutes for
sex not illegal now?
- That is, yeah.
- Right.
But she weren't on
the game. Not any more.
And her name weren't Vera.
It was Eva. She was Spanish originally.
- But you still picked her up.
- Yeah.
- Still paid her.
- Yeah, but not for sex.
I paid
for her to sit and talk.
For her company.
- Fucking hell
- What?
Nowt.
It's just a bit sinister,
that's all, fella.
Has it really come to that, mate?
Oh, I'm not your fucking mate.
Do we really live in a world
where wanting to talk to a woman
is more sinister than wanting
to pay her for a screw?
You picked her up every Tuesday night.
She was killed on a Tuesday night.
I was at a birthday party
in St George's Park on Tuesday night.
I can give you the names of
the people who were there.
- Every single one.
- That's convenient.
Suppose they'll vouch
for you, will they?
- Unfortunately.
- Hmm.
If I hadn't been with them
I'd have been with Eva,
and this would never
have happened, would it?
You see, that's what you
people aren't getting.
It's not just about her.
She had seven kids.
- Come on, Nick
- Seven.
- Don't start blaming yourself now.
- Oh, I'm not blaming myself.
I'm blaming you.
Your lot wanna be taking a
good hard look at yourselves,
asking yourselves, "Why the fuck
haven't we caught this bastard?"
Oh, look, there's a phone there.
Yeah, yeah, we'll take the number.
- Yeah, I'm excited
- Hiya.
- Hi, I'm Linda.
- I'm Jackie.
- Where're you from?
- Ormesby. How about you?
Barnsley.
- We'll leave you in peace.
- All right.
Love you. I'll see you soon.
- Spare sheets are in the bin liner.
- OK.
Love you.
- Bye.
- Bye.
- Hiya.
- Hiya.
Hello, I like your dress.
Now look at this.
A second letter, from
the exact same man,
but this time sent to the Daily Mirror.
Bear in mind that both these letters
are prior to the Millward murder.
And he says, don't he,
he says in my letter,
"Whores are getting
younger. Old slut next time."
And at the bottom of the Daily
Mirror, what does it say there?
"Most are young lassies. Next
time try older one, I hope."
Vera Millward were 41.
She looked it an' all. She were frail.
She were ill. She'd been in
hospital. He mentions that an' all.
And in my letter, he says, what?
At the bottom, "Maybe Liverpool "
"Maybe Liverpool or
even Manchester again.
Too hot here in Yorkshire. Bye."
Not getting much wrong, is he?
I'm beginning to wonder,
can we trust The Mirror?
Well, they came straight to us,
and they've agreed not to publish.
Well, what if we do let 'em publish?
What would be the downside to that?
Don't talk daft.
I don't see what's daft about it.
Someone might recognise the writing.
And if he knew we were reading
them, he might write again,
give us something extra to go on.
No. I'm not having him
think he's in charge.
That letter, it were
addressed to me personally.
He's goading you.
So I get to decide if we go public.
- It's down to me.
- OK.
Registration, Juliet-Foxtrot-Papa,
six-two-two-Delta.
A Vauxhall Viva.
- On a John Minter of Shipley.
- What's reg?
We've got him down as the
last statement on the seventh.
Right, there's now a quadruple sighting,
including Bradford on
the night of Atkinson.
He has indeed, sir.
He's been a busy boy.
I can't come home, no.
No!
You do your job, you do your overtime
Neither can I! Because that's my job.
Well, I don't think
it's sustainable, either.
Because if I leave now
If I leave now, then
I'm letting them down.
- We won't keep you long, Mrs Rogulskyj.
- OK.
So, what myself and Les
here have been doing,
is comparing all the attacks
that we know for sure
to be by the Ripper.
With those that might or might not be.
Sort things out properly.
Does that make sense?
You and your mum, you've
been in once before, yes?
Saying you think that the
man we've been looking for
might have been the same
man who attacked you?
That's right. As soon
as we saw it in t'paper.
But they didn't believe her.
Could you describe him for me?
He were about 5' 8". Blue shirt.
He had these dark-coloured eyes.
And a dark beard, like
it said in the paper.
I were just walking down the lane
and so were he, so, you
know, just fell into talking.
And he were nice enough.
He kept hanging back, to tie his shoe.
Then just as I turned around,
to thank him for his company
he started hitting me.
Over and over. On the head.
Grunting.
Grunting from the effort.
But it was only the head?
"Only"? She were covered in blood.
But he didn't attack you anywhere
else? Any other part of the body?
You were hit three times on the
head with a hammer, Mrs Rogulskyj.
- Yes.
- Then slashed in the stomach.
That's the pattern we're looking for.
- That is what the Ripper does.
- So what are you saying?
Sorry?
You calling me a prostitute?
No. No.
We're saying he made a mistake.
That when he saw you, he
he thought you were a prostitute.
He's picking up these women in a car,
and he's doing it in urban areas.
You live in the
countryside, Mrs Browne, yes?
Yes, that's right. In Silsden.
So there's a lot of things
here that do not apply.
- He's hitting lasses with hammers.
- Yes.
And then he's ripping
them across their stomachs
with a screwdriver or a knife.
- He didn't get a chance.
- That is what links these cases.
- He didn't get a chance.
- And that is not what happened here.
He saw someone coming, and he ran
off, that's what saved her life.
You don't want your daughter
to be known as a victim
- of the Yorkshire Ripper, do you?
- Course she don't.
- Well, then.
- But that's what I am.
Why would she make it up?
Well, she's your daughter,
Mrs Browne. You tell me.
- We'll be including you in the series.
- No.
- That'll be the recommendation.
- I don't want including.
Look, you were attacked by a
man who made a terrible mistake.
There's no shame in it, love.
But there IS shame in it.
I'll be left to deal with it.
There'll be folks buying
papers in the shop where I work
who will read all that,
that the Ripper came for me,
so I must be a prostitute.
And you'll tell them the
Ripper made a mistake.
And I'll tell them the
Ripper made a mistake,
and they'll think, "Well she
would say that, wouldn't she?
Wouldn't want people to know
what she really gets up to,
but it's too late now,"
that's what they'll say.
"Her secret's out. It's in the papers.
- Now we know the truth."
- Well, if that happens
Except it is not the truth!
If that happens, Mrs
Rogulskyj, then I'm sorry.
But none of that means he
didn't attack you, does it?
- Grange Moor.
- George, Jim Hobson here.
Look, if this is about those letters,
I'm not gonna change my mind.
No, it's not about the letters.
I, erm
I got a call from Betty Hoban.
Dennis passed away this afternoon.
Heart complications, and,
erm JIM CLEARS THROA
She said, "There's another one".
What does that mean?
Meaning that he's claimed
another one. He's killed again.
That's bollocks.
Well, that's just Betty's
way of putting it, all right?
Funeral details are to follow,
but I said there'd be a
good showing from our side
Leeds lads especially.
When you think about it,
this were t'one case
that he couldn't crack
that no-one can crack.
I'll see you in the morning.
You all right, love?
Love?
I need a quick drink, that's all.
- Shall I get you a glass of water?
- Aye.
Good idea.
A quick drink and a
glass of water. HE COUGHS
Right. Stuck in that
office God knows how long,
so this is my idea.
I want you seeing what
this is actually all about
and what you're doing it for.
It's not just bits of paper,
these are real places
real people, real crimes.
Now, this became a scene
first thing this morning.
You've got forensics
officers here as you can see,
an area cordoned off
and a roadblock built
all around Savile Park.
Dave.
Victim was a Josephine
Whitaker, early 20s
Did you hear that?
- Did he just say early 20s?
- Mm-hm.
Oh, God.
The initial attack was around here
and then he's dragged
her out onto the grass.
What's the matter?
My sister's got the same shoe.
What this is, I'm afraid,
is another mistake.
In our determination to catch this man,
we're driving him out
of his comfort zone,
and he is travelling
further and further afield
to find prostitutes and
- Er, Josephine wasn't a prostitute.
- Just let me finish, Mike.
He is travelling further
afield to find prostitutes
and such are the number
of officers looking for him
that he is now making repeated mistakes.
Is it fair to say that
every woman is at risk?
Inadvertently.
- But the pressure's getting to him?
- Correct.
Pressure's on, as they say.
Oh, we sincerely hope so.
That's now three
murders in under a year.
So, Chief Constable,
what would your advice be
to the women of Yorkshire?
Stay home, stay safe.
Stay home?
Marcella Claxton? West Yorkshire Police.
Can we have a word?
Now, maybe, Marcella, I'm
finding all this a touch confusing.
Maybe you can help me out here.
Now you say you were up on
Soldier's Field at, er
whenever it was, silly
o'clock in the morning.
You make a point of saying
you're not a prostitute
yet you offer no explanation
as to what it was you were doing there.
- I can't remember.
- You can't remember?
- But I know it were him.
- Do you?
Why?
How can you be so certain
if you can't even remember
what you were doing there?
- You heard the name Richardson?
- I heard the name Richardson.
We know who she is, if
that's what you're asking.
We wouldn't be doing
our jobs if we didn't.
- She were attacked in same place.
- Yes.
Fifty yards away.
Yes, and she was a prostitute,
wasn't she? So that makes sense.
Either you were there selling sex
or to steal from a man
wanting to pay for it.
It's one or the other.
If you won't admit that
how is anyone to
believe anything you say?
I've locked the back door.
- I'll leave you to do the front.
- Mm-hm.
If they agree to review the decision,
you'll need Marcella to sign it.
- You know that, don't you?
- Mm-hm.
Don't work too late.
He was seen twice in Chapeltown,
Huddersfield on Boxing Day,
three times in Bradford.
Do their wives have no idea
this is how they're carrying on?
Oh, could they stop 'em if they did?
Incident room.
Yes, yes, she's here. Will do.
No, no, it's not that, darling.
It were Mr Oldfield.
He wants to see you.
Sit yourself down.
Remember I told you,
"If ever we get something
that you can help with,
then we'll let you know?"
- Sir.
- Right.
I want you to go into that
office and type up what's on here.
I'd ask one of the secretaries,
but we need someone we can trust.
- Who's it from?
- Just type it up as quick as you can.
There's a good girl.
Yes, sir.
I'm Jack.
I see you are still
having no luck catching me.
I have the greatest respect
for you, George, but, Lord!
I'm Jack.
I see you are still
having no luck catching me.
I have the greatest respect
for you, George, but, Lord!
Right, you all know Dave
Zackrisson down from Sunderland.
David, this is Jack
Ridgway from Lancashire.
Look, is he a Geordie?
He's not Newcastle, but
he's North East, no question.
And the writing on the envelope
is a match to that on the letters.
- There's no doubt.
- So we're all agreed.
Whoever wrote those
letters sent that tape.
And here's another thing -
forensics have done
tests on the letters.
The saliva on the envelope tells us
that the man who wrote those
letters is blood group B.
B non-secretor.
Same as the man who
killed Joan Harrison.
Now you want to know how
many men are B non-secretor?
Six percent. That's one in 20, roughly.
And, remember, he knows things
that only the killer would know.
Then this is it. We go public. No.
I agree. Let's not be hasty.
We call a press conference.
We can have it on television tonight.
Someone is going to
recognise that voice.
I agree. Look, putting
this out will drown us.
You think we're busy now,
this'll open up the floodgates.
Ah, we've gotta change things,
George. We've got to change things!
We can't just sit here waiting
for him to strike again
and again and again.
How many did you find? Another three.
Anna Rogulskyj, attacked but survived.
Olive Smelt, attacked but survived.
Donna DeAngelo, now
confirmed attacked and killed.
And not all of them prostitutes,
either. It were never just that.
He's after any lass going.
He wants prostitutes.
He says it himself.
He's says it on the bloody tape.
And if it's not him? It's him!
But if there was a mistake or ?
Right, then, well, somebody
will recognise that voice,
we'll find him, we'll eliminate
him, and then we can move on,
and that'll be a result all in itself.
Right, let's have it, then.
How many people in here thinks
that we shouldn't go public?
Only one.
We need action, George.
Eleven women, and you're no closer.
Jim's right. We need to change it.
Here we go, the Keystone Cops.
The voice you're about to hear
is the man we believe to be
the so-called Yorkshire Ripper.
Now if you recognise
this voice, or you're
harbouring this man, then you
need to contact us urgently.
I'm not sure which one
I'm Jack.
I see you are still
having no luck catching me.
I have the greatest respect
for you, George, but, Lord!
You are no nearer catching me now
than four years ago when I started.
I reckon your boys are
letting you down, George.
They can't be much good, can they?
The only time they
came near catching me
was a few months back in
Chapeltown when I was disturbed.
I'm not quite sure when
I'll strike again
but it will be
definitely sometime this year.
Maybe September, October
even sooner if I get the chance.
I am not sure where.
Maybe Manchester.
I like it there.
There's plenty of them knocking about.
They never learn, do they, George?
At the rate I'm going
I should be in the book of records.
I think it's 11 up to now, isn't it?
Well, I'll keep on going
for quite a while yet.
I can't see myself
being nicked just yet.
Even if you do get near, I'll
probably top myself first.
Well, it's been nice
chatting to you, George.
Yours, Jack the Ripper.
Hope you like the
catchy tune at the end.
Ha-ha!
Thank you for being a friend ♪
That was the Ripper Squad's letter
from earlier today,
where the man known as "the Ripper"
Marcella? Marcella, it's Ruth.
I just need you to sign something.
I hope it always will stay ♪
This way ♪
Look it might take a while,
and it will mean going
public with your story
but I really think we've got the case.
With walking canes
and hair of grey ♪
Marcella?
Have no fear ♪
Even though it's hard to hear ♪
I will stand real close and say ♪
Well, you know where to find me.
Thank you for being a friend ♪
I wanna thank you ♪
Thank you for being a friend ♪
Thank you for being a friend ♪
I wanna thank you ♪
Thank you for being a friend ♪
I wanna thank you ♪
Let me tell you 'bout a friend. ♪