:39:01
Annie Chapman.
DarkAnnie, they called her.
:39:04
You still say this
isn't the Nichols boys?
:39:09
Did the constable show you the leather
they found down by the water spout?
:39:12
Could be part of a butcher's apron.
:39:15
Leatherapron. Dear God.
:39:18
We could be looking
for a butcher after all.
:39:20
I saw her.
:39:23
- This one?
- Yeah. Last night.
:39:26
I saw her face.
:39:32
Don't trample over this area.
:39:34
Let us see the body!
:39:37
- Come on, let us see!
- Oh, God.
:39:39
There's your typical Londoner...
:39:41
imbued with the Christian spirit
of sym pathy for his fellow man.
:39:44
Or fellow whore, in this case.
:39:46
He's really out done himself
this time, hasn't he?
:39:48
He not only severed the intestines...
:39:50
he carefully arranged them
around the neck and shoulders.
:39:53
I think he's taken
more organs this time.
:40:01
Grapes again. Why grapes?
:40:05
Only Polly and Dark Annie
were given grapes.
:40:08
Only they were disemboweled
in such a meticulous fashion.
:40:11
This ain't killing for profit.
:40:15
This is ritual.
:40:17
Yeah, but why grapes?
:40:27
So they'll trust whatever he offers.
:40:39
I've never fully understood
that tradition.
:40:41
They're for the ferryman...
:40:43
who takes the body across the river
into the land of the dead.
:40:46
If she don't have
the money to pay him...
:40:49
she'd have to wander forever,
lost between the two worlds.