THE EMISSARY OF DEATH
Episode One

© 1998, Lee Ruby.



CAST


		MAIN-:


                                  THE DOCTOR


                                  ACE


                                  ALEXANDER PARKES


                                  INSPECTOR ABBERLINE


                                  CONSTABLE JOHN O'NEIL





		SUPPORTING-:


                                  DRUNK (EP. 1)


                                  EMILY (EP. 1)


                                  MARY NICHOLS (EP. 1)


                                  POLICE DOCTOR (EP.  1)


                                  PAPER BOY (EP. 1)


                                  BARMAN (EP. 1)


                                  ANNIE CHAPMAN (EP. 1)


                                  MAN (EP. 1)


                                  THE VALEYARD (EP. 3)


                                  MARY KELLY (EP. 3)


                                  POLICE CONSTABLES








SETS AND LOCATIONS





		EXTERIORS-:


                                  Back Street


                                  Another Street


                                  Main Street


                                  Alley


                                  Hanbury Street


                                  Back Yard


                                  Police Station


                                  Another Alley


                                  Side Street


                                  Another Back Street


                                  Dorset Street





		INTERIORS-:


                                  Lounge Room


                                  Hallway


                                  Kitchen


                                  Bedroom


                                  Bar


                                  Police Station


                                  Holding Cell


                                  Police Hall


                                  Ripper's Tardis


                                  Kelly's Room












EPISODE ONE 





(Setting: Whitechapel, England. 1886) 





                                    1.  EXT.  BACK STREET.  NIGHT. 


                                       (LOUD CHEERS CAN BE 


                                       HEARD ISSUING FROM A


                                       CLOSED DOOR OF A BAR,


                                       ON A WET, OLD


                                       COBBLESTONE STREET. 


                                       A DRUNK IS THROWN 


                                       OUT OF THE BAR AND


                                       HE STUMBLES INTO


                                       THE STREET. 


                                       HE MUMBLES ABUSE 


                                       TOWARDS THE OWNER


                                       AND SLOWLY WALKS


                                       DOWN THE STREET PAST


                                       TWO WOMEN STANDING


                                       UNDER A SINGLE GAS


                                       STREET LIGHT. 


                                       THE WOMEN LOOK OLD 


                                       AND HAGGARD AND THEY


                                       BOW TOWARDS THE


                                       DRUNK. THE DRUNK


                                       FAILS TO NOTICE THEM


                                       AND CONTINUES DOWN


                                       THE STREET. EMILY  IS


                                       POORLY DRESSED AND


                                       SHE SEEMS COLD. MARY


                                       HAS WARMER CLOTHING,


                                       AND IS WEARING A NEW


                                       BONNET.) 


                                     EMILY : Oh  come  on, Mary.  Let's  go 


                                     back into the bar. It's too cold  out


                                     here tonight. 


                                     MARY : No, you go ahead. I'll stay out 


                                     here a while longer. 


                                     EMILY : Are you sure?


                                     MARY : Yes of course I am love.  You go 


                                     along and have a nice night. 


                                        (EMILY MOVES DOWN 


                                        THE STREET TOWARDS


                                        THE BAR.) 


                                     MARY : Emily! 


                                       (EMILY TURNS AROUND, 


                                       AND MARY POINTS TO THE


                                       BONNET ON HER HEAD.) 


                                     Look what a pretty bonnet I got.


                                     EMILY : I  hope  it  brings  you  some 


                                     luck, dear! 


                                       (EMILY TURNS AWAY 


                                       AND ENTERS THE BAR.


                                       MARY TURNS TO


                                       LOOK UP THE STREET. 


                                       FROM BEHIND, A HAND 


                                       APPEARS AND TOUCHES


                                       HER SHOULDER. SHE


                                       SWINGS AROUND IN


                                       SHOCK, BUT REALISING


                                       CERTAIN BUSINESS,


                                       CALMS DOWN.) 


                                     MARY : Can I help you, Guv?


                                       (THEY BOTH  WALK DOWN 


                                       A DARK SIDE ALLEY


                                       AND OUT OF SIGHT. 


                                       A STRUGGLE CAN BE 


                                       HEARD, BUT IS QUICKLY


                                       MUFFLED. A RIPPING


                                       SOUND THEN FOLLOWS.) 





                                    2.  EXT.  BACK STREET.  DAY. 


                                       (A LARGE CROWD HAS 


                                       GATHERED IN THE MOUTH


                                       OF THE SIDE ALLEY.


                                       THEY ARE BEING KEPT


                                       BACK FROM THE ENTRANCE


                                       BY A YOUNG CONSTABLE  


                                       JOHN O'NEIL.) 





                                    3.  EXT.  ALLEY.  DAY. 


                                       (DOWN THE ALLEY INSPECTOR 


                                       ABBERLINE, A MAN IN HIS


                                       MID FORTIES, IS BENDING


                                       OVER THE BODY OF MARY.


                                       ANOTHER CONSTABLE IS 


                                       PRESENT, AND SO IS A 


                                       DOCTOR. 


                                       ABBERLINE PLACES A SHEET 


                                       OVER THE BODY, AND MOVES


                                       OVER TO THE CONSTABLE.) 


                                    ABBERLINE : Make  sure  you  move  the 


                                    body as  soon as  possible. We  don't


                                    want the  crowd to  see any  of  this


                                    mess. 


                                       (ABBERLINE MOVES OVER TO 


                                       THE POLICE DOCTOR WHO


                                       IS TAKING NOTES IN A


                                       SMALL HANDBOOK.) 


                                    ABBERLINE : What  do you  make of  it, 


                                    Doctor? 


                                    POLICE DOCTOR : It is one of the  most 


                                    horrific things I have ever seen. The


                                    injuries have  been made  by  someone


                                    who has considerable anatomical skill


                                    and   knowledge.    There   were    no


                                    meaningless  cuts.  I  can't  believe


                                    anyone would have  mutilated a  woman


                                    so. This murder in all its details is


                                    inhuman, and  could  only  have  been


                                    done by a bloodthirsty beast in human


                                    shape. 


                                    ABBERLINE : Do  you  think  there  was 


                                    much of a struggle? 


                                    POLICE   DOCTOR :   Initially,    yes. 


                                    However, the poor lass seems to  have


                                    been drunk, most  probably with  Gin,


                                    and once the killer started to attack


                                    the poor  girl,  she would  have  had


                                    little chance. As you can tell by the


                                    horrific injuries she sustained. Have


                                    you any  ideas  who could  have   done


                                    this? 


                                      ABBERLINE : Not  as yet.  But if  what 


                                    you state is  true, and the  murderer


                                    possesses   considerable   anatomical


                                    skill, then all we have to do is find


                                    all  those  in  Whitechapel  who  are


                                    skilled in  anatomy. There  can't  be


                                    many in this area,  so I would  think


                                    my investigations are  now very   much


                                    narrowed. I'm  sure we'll  have  this


                                    case cleared up in no time at all. 


                                    POLICE DOCTOR : What about the body? 


                                    ABBERLINE : It will  be taken away  as 


                                    soon as we can  get this crowd to  go


                                    home. 


                                    POLICE DOCTOR : Well,  the sooner  the 


                                    better. The  girl deserves  a  better


                                    resting place than this alley. 


                                       (ABBERLINE MOVES TOWARDS 


                                       THE MOUTH OF THE ALLEY,


                                       AND THE  POLICE DOCTOR


                                       CONTINUES TO WRITE NOTES


                                       IN HIS HANDBOOK.) 





                                   4.  EXT.  BACK STREET.  DAY. 


                                       (BEHIND THE CROWD, THE 


                                       TARDIS MATERIALIZES.


                                       THIS GOES UNNOTICED BY


                                       THE CROWD WHO ARE ALL


                                       PEERING DOWN THE ALLEY. 


                                       FROM WITHIN THE TARDIS 


                                       THE DOCTOR AND ACE EMERGE.


                                       THE DOCTOR NOTICES THE


                                       CROWD AND PAUSES.) 


                                    THE DOCTOR :  Ace.


                                    ACE : Yes, Professor.


                                    THE DOCTOR :  Could you  re check  the 


                                    time period displayed  on the  TARDIS


                                    console for me?? 


                                    ACE : Sure.


                                       (ACE RE-ENTERS THE TARDIS 


                                       AND THE DOCTOR SLOWLY


                                       MOVES OVER TOWARDS THE


                                       CROWD. 


                                       FROM WITHIN THE ALLEY 


                                       INSPECTOR ABBERLINE


                                       MOVES TOWARDS THE


                                       CROWD, WIPING HIS HANDS.


                                       HE THEN INSPECTS THE


                                       CROWD.) 


                                    ABBERLINE : There is  nothing for  you 


                                    to  see  here.  I  suggest  you   all


                                    disperse and go home. 


                                       (THE CROWD TAKES LITTLE 


                                       NOTICE OF THIS AND


                                       REFUSES TO MOVE.) 


                                    ABBERLINE : Did you hear me? I said go 


                                    home! 


                                       (STILL THE CROWD DOES 


                                       NOT MOVE FROM THE SCENE.


                                       ABBERLINE TURNS TO


                                       JOHN.) 


                                    ABBERLINE : Get rid of them, O'Neil.


                                    JOHN : How Inspector?


                                    ABBERLINE : I don't care how, just  do 


                                    it! 


                                    JOHN : I'm only one man, Inspector.  I 


                                    need a few  more men to  get them  on


                                    their way. 


                                    ABBERLINE : Look  John, I've  got  the 


                                    mutilated  body of a woman back  here,


                                    and a very limited  number of men  to


                                    work with. If I had the proper number


                                    of men  under  my command  you  would


                                    have a  couple  of fellows  to  shift


                                    this lot.  But I  haven't, so  you'll


                                    have to do your best. Is that  clear,


                                    constable? 


                                    JOHN : Yes, Inspector.


                                       (AS JOHN TRIES TO 





                                       DISPERSE THE CROWD,


                                       THE DOCTOR MANAGES TO


                                       MOVE PAST HIM AND


                                       CATCH UP WITH ABBERLINE


                                       WHO HAS BEGUN TO WALK


                                       BACK UP THE ALLEY.) 





                                   5.  EXT.  ALLEY.  DAY. 


                                    THE DOCTOR : Excuse me, Inspector!


                                    ABBERLINE : (TURNS TO FACE THE DOCTOR) 


                                    I'm sorry  sir,  the  public  is  not


                                    permitted within the crime scene. 


                                    THE DOCTOR : I'm the Doctor and -


                                    ABBERLINE : Well,  we've  already  got 


                                    the police doctor on the scene,  sir.


                                    You are not required. 


                                    THE DOCTOR :  Could   you tell  me  the 


                                    victim's name? 


                                    ABBERLINE : I beg your pardon, sir?


                                    THE DOCTOR : I said, could you tell me 


                                    the victim's name? 


                                    ABBERLINE : The  name   of  the  victim 


                                    will be released in due course, and I


                                    really don't see   


                                    THE DOCTOR :  We are  in  Whitechapel, 


                                    London? 


                                    ABBERLINE : Do not play the fool, sir. 


                                    You know we are in Whitechapel. 


                                    THE DOCTOR : And the body is that of a 


                                    Miss Mary Anne Nichols, I presume? 


                                    ABBERLINE : May  I ask  where you  got 


                                    that information from? 


                                    THE  DOCTOR :  Oh,  from  one  of  the 


                                    crowd. 


                                    ABBERLINE : I'm sure you did,  sir.  So 


                                    I  can  presume  that  you  knew  the


                                    woman? 


                                    THE DOCTOR : Not personally. The  year 


                                    is 1888 is it not? 


                                    ABBERLINE : Sir, you know it is 1886.


                                    THE DOCTOR : Yes, but  -


                                    ABBERLINE : Look sir, I have a  murder 


                                    to investigate, so I haven't got  the


                                    time to play childish games. Scotland


                                    Yard wants to  know what's going  on,


                                    and I have  limited time and  limited


                                    men. So if you don't mind, good day. 


                                    THE DOCTOR : But all I want to know  


                                    ABBERLINE : Good day, sir!


                                       (ABBERLINE MOVES FURTHER 


                                       INTO THE ALLEY. THE 


                                       DOCTOR BEGINS TO FOLLOW 


                                       ABBERLINE, BUT RECONSIDERS


                                       AND DECIDES TO WALK BACK


                                       TOWARDS THE STREET). 





                                   6.  EXT.  BACK STREET.  DAY. 


                                       (ACE IS STANDING OUTSIDE 


                                       THE TARDIS TRYING TO


                                       LOCATE THE DOCTOR. 


                                       THE DOCTOR WALKS PAST 


                                       JOHN WHO IS STILL


                                       TRYING TO DISPERSE THE


                                       CROWD, AND QUICKLY MOVES


                                       BACK TO THE TARDIS.) 


                                    ACE : Where have you been, Professor?


                                    THE DOCTOR : Never mind now Ace,  what 


                                    was the time period displayed on  the


                                    TARDIS console?? 


                                    ACE : Whitechapel 1886.


                                    THE DOCTOR : How very odd.


                                    ACE : Why?


                                    THE DOCTOR :   I'll tell you later. All 


                                    I  know   at  the   moment  is   that


                                    something is dreadfully wrong. 


                                    ACE :  Nothing   new   there!   What's 


                                    attracted the crowd? 


                                    THE DOCTOR : There's been a murder.


                                    ACE : Gordon Bennet! Let's go and  get 


                                    a look. 


                                    THE DOCTOR : No, no, Ace. We have more 


                                    important things to do. 


                                    ACE : Oh come on Professor, what could 


                                    be better than this! 


                                    THE DOCTOR :  Come with  me Ace!  It's 


                                    time I paid a visit to an old friend. 


                                    ACE : But  


                                    THE DOCTOR : No buts. Come on! 


                                       (THE DOCTOR AND ACE MOVE 


                                       OFF DOWN THE STREET. AS


                                       THEY LEAVE, ACE CATCHES


                                       THE EYE OF JOHN. HE


                                       SMILES AT HER, AND ACE


                                       SMILES BACK. THE CROWD


                                       SURGES FORWARD AND JOHN


                                       IS TEMPORARILY DISTRACTED.) 


                                    JOHN : Please  stop pushing!  You  are 


                                    not permitted past this line!   Please


                                    go home! 


                                       (JOHN GLANCES BACK 


                                       TO WHERE ACE WAS, BUT


                                       SHE HAS GONE.) 





                                   7.  EXT.  ANOTHER STREET.  DAY. 


                                       (THE DOCTOR AND ACE 


                                       TURN THE CORNER AND


                                       BEGIN TO WALK DOWN


                                       A BUSY STREET. THEY


                                       ATTRACT MANY GLANCES


                                       AND STARES FROM PEOPLE


                                       AS THEY LOOK OUT OF PLACE


                                       IN THEIR NORMAL APPAREL. 


                                       DURING THIS WALK, THE 


                                       DOCTOR BUYS A PAPER


                                       FROM A PAPER BOY


                                       STANDING IN THE MIDDLE


                                       OF THE STREET. THE


                                       DOCTOR LOOKS AT THE


                                       PAPER AND SHAKES HIS


                                       HEAD. THE HEADLINE


                                       READS  "WHITECHAPEL


                                       HORROR". 


                                       DEPOSITING THE PAPER 


                                       IN HIS BACK POCKET,


                                       THE DOCTOR AND ACE


                                       TURN ANOTHER CORNER.) 





                                   8.  EXT.  MAIN STREET.  DAY. 


                                       (THE DOCTOR AND ACE 


                                       TURN INTO A MAIN


                                       STREET, AND THE DOCTOR


                                       HEADS STRAIGHT FOR A


                                       HOUSE SITUATED HALF WAY


                                       ALONG THE STREET. 


                                       THE DOCTOR PAUSES 


                                       OUTSIDE THE HOUSE


                                       JUST LONG ENOUGH FOR


                                       ACE TO CATCH UP.) 


                                    ACE : Where are we going, Doctor?


                                       (THE DOCTOR PLACES 


                                       A FINGER TO HIS LIPS


                                       INDICATING SILENCE.


                                       HE THEN SMILES,


                                       HASTILY WALKS UP THE


                                       STEPS TO THE HOUSE,


                                       AND KNOCKS LOUDLY


                                       ON THE DOOR. ACE


                                       SLOWLY FOLLOWS THE


                                       DOCTOR'S PATH UP THE


                                       STEPS.) 


                                    ACE : Professor, what -


                                       (ACE'S QUESTION IS 


                                       INTERRUPTED BY THE


                                       DOOR SLOWLY BEING


                                       OPENED. ALEXANDER


                                       PARKES, THE ENGLLISH


                                       SCIENTIST AND INVENTOR


                                       OF CELLULOID IN 1855,


                                       IS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF


                                       THE DOOR FRAME. HE IS IN


                                       HIS SEVENTIES, AND IS


                                       TOTALLY BAFFLED BY THE


                                       TWO STRANGERS ON HIS


                                        DOORSTEP.) 


                                    PARKES : Can I help you sir?


                                    THE DOCTOR :  It's me,  Parkes.  Don't 


                                    you remember. 


                                    PARKES : You'll have to do better than 


                                    that if you want me to remember  you,


                                    sir. My memory isn't what it used  to


                                    be. 


                                    THE DOCTOR : I'm  the Doctor,  Parkes. 


                                    The Doctor. 


                                    PARKES : Very good. Doctor who?


                                    THE DOCTOR :  Brown curly  hair.  Long 


                                    scarf. I helped you with the problems


                                    you were having  with your  celluloid


                                    experiments. 


                                    PARKES :  Bless   my  soul!  It's  that 


                                    Doctor! You've changed again. Why,  I


                                    would never  have known  it was  you.


                                    Not after all this time. It's been so


                                    long!  But  please, don't just  stand


                                    out there,  come  in,  come  in  dear


                                    friend. 


                                    THE DOCTOR : Thank  you. (MOVING  INTO 


                                    HALL) Oh,  by  the way,  this  is  my


                                    companion,   Ace.   Ace,   this    is


                                    Alexander  Parkes,  the  inventor  of


                                    celluloid. 


                                    ACE : Nice to meet you.


                                    PARKES : Charmed I'm sure.


                                        (ALL THREE MOVE INTO 


                                        THE HALLWAY AND PARKES


                                        CLOSES THE DOOR.) 





                                   9.  INT.  LOUNGE ROOM.  DAY. 


                                       (FROM THE HALLWAY, 


                                       THE DOCTOR ENTERS


                                       THE LARGE LOUNGE ROOM


                                       FOLLOWED BY ACE AND


                                       PARKES. 


                                       THE ROOM IS FURNISHED WITH 


                                       A LOUNGE SUITE, DINNER


                                       TABLE, AND BOOKCASES


                                       IN 19TH CENTURY STYLE.


                                       THERE IS A SMALL DRINKS


                                       CABINET IN ONE CORNER,


                                       AND A WINDOW NEAR IT.


                                       THERE ARE TWO DOORS,


                                       ONE LEADING TO THE


                                       KITCHEN, AND THE OTHER


                                       TO THE HALLWAY.) 


                                    PARKES : Please,  do  sit  down,  make 


                                    yourselves at  home. (THEY  ALL  SIT)


                                    Tell me Doctor, whatever happened  to


                                    that other lovely, sweet lass you had


                                    with you last time? 


                                    THE  DOCTOR :  We  have  since  parted 


                                    company. 


                                    PARKES : And  I  suppose it  would  be 


                                    hard to  keep  in  contact  with  her


                                    where you go. 


                                    THE DOCTOR : This is true. 


                                    ACE : Did  you hear  about the  murder 


                                    Mr. Parkes. 


                                    THE DOCTOR : Ace, really!


                                       (TAKES NEWSPAPER OUT OF 


                                       BACK POCKET AND PLACES


                                       IT ON A TABLE) 


                                    We have only  just arrived here,  and 


                                    you want to  bring up   the murder.  I


                                    must   apologise   for   my   friend,


                                    Alexander. 


                                    PARKES : No  apology  necessary,  dear 


                                    fellow. As a matter  of fact, I  have


                                    heard  about  it.  Dreadful  business


                                    really. Who would do such a thing  to


                                    a  woman? 


                                    THE DOCTOR : I have an idea.


                                    ACE : Who Doctor?


                                    PARKES : You mean you know?


                                    THE DOCTOR :  Oh  no, of  course  not. 


                                    What I meant was, that I have an idea


                                    what type  of mind  would do  such  a


                                    thing.  The  mind   of  a   predatory


                                    animal, a  demon  crawling  from  the


                                    dark shadows  of  the  alleys  called


                                    Whitechapel. I have  come in  contact


                                    with such types before. 


                                    PARKES : Steady  on  old  thing.  It's 


                                    only one murder. 


                                    THE DOCTOR : No. You don't understand, 


                                    Alexander. This madman will not  stop


                                    at just one murder. He will turn  the


                                    streets  of  London  into  a  hunting


                                    ground. This murder is  the act of  a


                                    madman. 


                                    PARKES : Dreadful, just dreadful. They 


                                    should be rounded  up. Every mad  one


                                    of them. 


                                    THE DOCTOR : Alexander, that's  rather 


                                    a harsh judgment. Wee are all capable


                                    of committing  a  murder    not  just


                                    those who are  insane. Labeling  the 


                                    murderer a  madman does not imply that 


                                    he must have escaped from an  asylum.


                                    Why, even you and I have the  ability


                                    to kill. 


                                    PARKES : Even so I  -


                                    THE DOCTOR : Alexander, my friend here 


                                    has a great interest in celluloid. 


                                    PARKES : Oh  really!  How  delightful. 


                                    Come and  I'll show  you some  of  my


                                    experiments my dear. 


                                       (ACE IS SURPRISED BY THE 


                                       SUDDEN BURDEN THE DOCTOR


                                       HAS THROWN HER WAY, AND


                                       GLANCES OVER TOWARDS HIM.


                                       THE DOCTOR SMILES AND


                                       NODS HIS HEAD FOR HER TO


                                       CO-OPERATE.) 


                                    ACE : Maybe later, Mr. Parkes.


                                       (THE DOCTOR THROWS ACE 


                                       A LOOK OF DISGUST, AS


                                       SHE FAILS TO CO OPERATE.) 


                                    PARKES : Of course,  you must be  worn 


                                    out from  your trip.  Relax a  while,


                                    and recover. Meanwhile Doctor, I must


                                    thank you  again for  your help  with


                                    the celluloid idea, it's starting  to


                                    become rather  popular if  I may  say


                                    so. 


                                    THE DOCTOR : Well that is good news.


                                    PARKES : Could I offer either of you a 


                                    drink? 


                                    THE DOCTOR : Thank  you, Alexander.  A 


                                    drink would  be lovely,  but  nothing


                                    alcoholic. Ace   and  I both  have  to


                                    keep on our toes. 


                                        (PARKES MOVES TO THE 


                                        DRINKS CABINET AND


                                        POURS BOTH THE DOCTOR


                                        AND ACE A DRINK.) 


                                    PARKES : This  should  help  you  both 


                                    recover  from  your  journey.  (HANDS


                                    THEM THE DRINKS) 


                                    THE DOCTOR :  Tell me   Alexander,  the 


                                    year is 1888, is it not? 


                                    PARKES : (laughs)  That machine  still 


                                    giving you trouble, Doctor? The  year


                                    is in fact 1886. 


                                    ACE : That's  what  the  TARDIS  said, 


                                    Doctor. 


                                    THE DOCTOR : But it can't be.


                                    ACE : Why not Professor?


                                    THE DOCTOR :  This  is indeed  a  most 


                                    baffling problem. 


                                    PARKES :  I'm  sorry  Doctor,  but  as 


                                    usual, I don't quite follow you. 


                                    THE DOCTOR : I am baffled,  Alexander, 


                                    by the Whitechapel murder. 


                                    PARKES : Yes,  well  who isn't  I  ask 


                                    you?  It's  baffling  everyone  so  I


                                    hear. I  haven't  been to  the  scene


                                    myself, I try to keep away from those


                                    areas, but it's been the talk of  the


                                    street  all  morning!  They  say  the


                                    murder is being compared to the  play


                                    that has just  opened at the  Lyceum.


                                    Mansfield's,  "Doctor   Jeckyll   and


                                    Mister Hyde".  Have you  seen it  yet


                                    Doctor? I believe my neighbour across


                                    the road was one of the first to   


                                    THE DOCTOR :  Alexander, could  I  ask 


                                    you a small favour? 


                                    PARKES : Name anything Doctor.


                                    THE  DOCTOR :  Ace   and  I  will   be 


                                    spending a few days in this area,  as


                                    I have a  bit of unfinished  business


                                    to do, and  I'm wondering whether  or


                                    not  -


                                    PARKES : Why of course, the answer  is 


                                    yes my dear chap.  You can stay  here


                                    as long as  you wish.  I've got  many


                                    inventions that I am having  troubles


                                    with if you  find you  have the  time


                                    for some tinkering. 


                                    THE DOCTOR : Well, I'm afraid we shall 


                                    be quite busy. 


                                    ACE : Doing what?


                                    THE DOCTOR : You'll see.


                                       (THE DOCTOR MOVES TO 


                                       LOOK OUT THE WINDOW) 


                                    From here,  I  can  keep  an  eye  on 


                                    Whitechapel. 


                                    PARKES : What the devil would you want 


                                    to do that for? 


                                    ACE : What's worrying you Doctor?


                                    THE  DOCTOR :  Nothing  Ace,  nothing! 


                                    (QUIETLY   TO   HIMSELF)   There   is


                                    something dreadfully wrong here. 


                                    PARKES : Sorry  old friend,  I  didn't 


                                    quite hear  that  last  sentence.  My


                                    hearing is not as it used to be. 


                                    THE DOCTOR :  (MOVING BACK  TO  CHAIR) 


                                    "Sometimes the Devil is a Gentleman."


                                    a quote  from  the poet,  Shelley.  I


                                    wonder if  you  have any  clothes  we


                                    could borrow, as  we look rather  out


                                    of place in these. 


                                    PARKES : No problem,  Doctor. You  can 


                                    borrow some  of mine,  and I'll  just


                                    pop over to number 21 to see if I can


                                    borrow  a  dress   for  your   lovely


                                    friend. 


                                       (PARKES LEAVES THE 


                                       LOUNGE ROOM) 


                                    ACE : What  do I  have to  wear  those 


                                    awful things for. I'm happy with what


                                    I've got on. 


                                    THE DOCTOR : Because Ace, we'll  blend 


                                    in with the crowd better. And  that's


                                    exactly what I want to do. 


                                    ACE : I blend in fine already! No  one 


                                    noticed me,  they  were  all  looking


                                    down that alley -


                                    THE DOCTOR : Ace!


                                    ACE : Oh alright,, I'll wear the stupid 


                                    things. 


                                       (THE DOCTOR MOVES BACK 


                                       TO THE WINDOW. ACE


                                       FOLLOWS HIM AND LOOKS


                                       OVER HIS SHOULDER.) 


                                    ACE : What's troubling you, Professor?


                                    THE DOCTOR : Ace,  this murder of  the 


                                    girl Nichols, happened  in 1888!  Now


                                    everyone around  here, including  the


                                    TARDIS,  states  the  year  is  1886.


                                    Something is wrong, and we've got  to


                                    find out what it is. 


                                    ACE : Does it really matter that much? 


                                    What difference does  it make if  she


                                    was killed in 1886 or 1888? It's only


                                    one murder. 


                                    THE DOCTOR :  It matters  to me!  It's 


                                    not  so  much  what  difference  this


                                    murder makes, Ace. I can't save  that


                                    woman now. But  I do  know that  this


                                    woman has  been  murdered  two  years


                                    earlier than she should have been. We


                                    are in  the stalking  grounds of  the


                                    most notorious and elusive killer  of


                                    all time.  Jack  the  Ripper  is  out


                                    there somewhere,  two  years  earlier


                                    than he  should be.  I'm not  worried


                                    about what has happened, I'm  worried


                                    about what could follow. 


 


                                  10.  INT.  LOUNGE ROOM.  NIGHT. 


                                       (THE DOCTOR, ACE AND 


                                       PARKES ARE SITTING


                                       AT THE DINNER TABLE


                                       HAVING JUST FINISHED


                                       DINNER. 


                                       THE DOCTOR AND 


                                       ACE ARE NOW IN PERIOD


                                       DRESS. THE DOCTOR IS


                                       DRESSED IN A  DARK SUIT


                                       AND ACE IS DRESSED IN A


                                       LONG, CREAM EVENING DRESS. 


                                       PARKES IS DESPERATELY 


                                       TRYING TO SHOW THE DOCTOR


                                       ANOTHER ONE OF HIS NEW 


                                       INVENTION IDEAS. THE DOCTOR 


                                       LOOKS UNINTERESTED AND


                                       NERVOUS. HE PLAYS WITH A


                                       HALF FILLED GLASS. ACE


                                       WATCHES PARKES SKEPTICALLY.) 


                                    PARKES : The trouble with the idea, my 


                                    friend, is that  the system seems  to


                                    fall down in the middle somewhere,  I


                                    think. There just doesn't seem to  be


                                    enough strength to  hold the  package


                                    together. What  do  you  think?  (THE


                                    DOCTOR DOES NOT ANSWER) Doctor? I  do


                                    hope I'm not boring you. 


                                    THE DOCTOR : Oh no no no, Alexander! I 


                                    just have   a few  things on  my  mind


                                    that I have to take care of. I'm sure


                                    you'll understand if  I ask for  some


                                    time to myself. 


                                    PARKES : Well, I suppose I have little 


                                    choice.   There    will   be    other


                                    occasions. 


                                    THE DOCTOR : Yes.  That's the  spirit, 


                                    Alexander!  


                                       (THE DOCTOR, WITH HIS 


                                       DRINK, MOVES FROM


                                       THE TABLE OVER TO THE


                                       WINDOW, AND LOOKS OUT


                                       INTO THE NIGHT. 


                                       ACE MOVES INTO THE DOCTOR'S 


                                       CHAIR.) 


                                    ACE : Hey  Alex., wouldn't  the  whole 


                                    system  work  better   if  you   used


                                    electricity? 


                                    PARKES :  I'm  sorry  dear  girl,  I'm 


                                    afraid you can't do that. How would I


                                    harness this  electricity  anyway?  I


                                    have read  people  are  experimenting


                                    with electrical  currents, but  I  am





                                    not familiar enough with the topic to


                                    do any experimenting  of my own.  How


                                    do you suggest I harness this power? 


                                    ACE : Stick it in a power  point.


                                    PARKES : A what? What are you  talking 


                                    about, girl? Really Doctor, where did 


                                    you pick this one  up from? Some  far 


                                    off galaxy. 


                                    THE DOCTOR : (TURNING TO PARKES) She's 


                                    from this  planet's future  actually.


                                    But  that  may  as  well  be  another


                                    galaxy  in  your    eyes.  (TURNS   TO


                                    WINDOW) So many things change in  the


                                    short years  between your  earth  and


                                    hers. (TURNS BACK TO PARKES  SMILING)


                                    But I like to think I have taught her


                                    most of what I know. 


                                    PARKES : Oh no,  one of  you is  quite 


                                    enough, Doctor. I don't think I could


                                    handle another. 


                                       (ALL THREE LAUGH. THE 


                                       DOCTOR TURNS BACK TO THE


                                       WINDOW. HIS SMILE CHANGES


                                       INTO A WORRIED FROWN. 


                                       THE DOCTOR LOOKS DOWN 


                                       AT HIS WATCH, PAUSES FOR


                                       A SECOND, THEN PLACES HIS


                                       DRINK ON A TABLE NEARBY


                                       AND HEADS FOR THE DOOR. 


                                       ACE NOTICES HIS 


                                       MOVEMENTS.) 


                                    ACE : Where are you going, Doctor?


                                        (THE DOCTOR DOES NOT 


                                        ANSWER, AND MOVES INTO


                                        THE HALLWAY.) 





                                   11.  INT.  HALLWAY.  NIGHT. 


                                       (THE HALLWAY HAS A FLIGHT 


                                       OF STAIRS LEADING TO


                                       THE BEDROOMS. A HAT RACK


                                       IS SITUATED NEAR THE FRONT


                                       DOOR AND CONTAINS VARIOUS


                                       HATS AND A CAPE. 


                                       THE DOCTOR GRABS HIS 


                                       CAP AND CAPE AND MOVES


                                       TO THE DOOR. 


                                       ACE MOVES INTO THE 


                                       HALLWAY FOLLOWED


                                       CLOSELY BY PARKES.) 


                                    ACE : Doctor, where are you going? 


                                    PARKES : Yes, old  chap, it's not  the 


                                    time  to  be  walking  the   streets.


                                    Especially  with  that  murderer  out


                                    there. 


                                       (THE DOCTOR OPENS THE 


                                       DOOR AND STOPS.


                                       HE TURNS BACK TO THEM.) 


                                    THE  DOCTOR :  Parkes,  Ace,  I   have 


                                    something important I must do   


                                    ACE : Well, I'm coming too.


                                    THE  DOCTOR :  And  it  must  be  done 


                                    alone. Ace, I want you to stay here   


                                    ACE : But Professor -


                                    THE DOCTOR :  Parkes,  I want  you  to 


                                    take care  of  Ace  for  a  while.  I


                                    shouldn't be very long, but  whatever


                                    you do, don't let her out after me. I


                                    have something to take care of, and I


                                    must do it myself. 


                                    PARKES :  Well...whatever   you   say, 


                                    Doctor. Don't worry, the girl will be


                                    fine with me. 


                                    ACE : But Doctor, I want to come  with 


                                    you. 


                                    THE DOCTOR : Ace,  I haven't got  time 


                                    to argue   


                                    ACE : Good. Then I can come then?


                                    THE DOCTOR : No! For once in your life 


                                    do what  you are told to do. 


                                       (THE DOCTOR STEPS OUTSIDE, 


                                       GRABS THE DOOR AND CLOSES


                                       IT BEFORE EITHER PARKES


                                       OR ACE HAVE TIME TO SAY


                                       ANYTHING ELSE.) 


                                    ACE : I don't  believe it. What's  got 


                                    into him. 


                                    PARKES : Well, I'm  afraid he's  right 


                                    Miss Ace. The Whitechapel area is  no 


                                    place for a woman of your age at this 


                                    time of night. 


                                    ACE : I can take care of myself.


                                    PARKES : I have no doubt you can.  But 


                                    there is evil  out in those  streets.


                                    And I  have a  feeling it  will  take


                                    more than  strength  to  conquer  it.


                                    Shall we move back into the lounge? 


                                       (PARKES AND ACE MOVE 


                                       BACK INTO THE LOUNGE


                                       ROOM.) 





                                    12.  EXT.  BACK STREET.  NIGHT. 


                                       (THE BAR, SEEN AT THE 


                                       BEGINNING OF THE EPISODE


                                       IS STILL A HIVE OF


                                       ACTIVITY. PEOPLE ARE


                                       COMING AND GOING IN


                                       REGULAR INTERVALS. MOST


                                       OF THE MEN EITHER LEAVE


                                       THE BAR DRUNK OR WITH A


                                       WOMAN COMPANION. CHEERS


                                       AND SINGING CAN STILL BE


                                        HEARD FROM WITHIN.) 





                                   13 .  INT.  BAR.  NIGHT. 


                                       (THE SMOKE FILLED BAR 


                                       IS CROWDED WITH PATRONS


                                       ALL WITH DRINKS IN THEIR


                                       HANDS. A PIANIST IS


                                       PLAYING A TUNE MANY TRY TO


                                       SING ALONG WITH. 


                                       THE DOCTOR ENTERS 


                                       THE BAR TOTALLY OUT


                                       OF BREATH. HE BEGINS


                                       TO SEARCH THE BAR. 


                                       HE CAUSES SOME 


                                       DISTURBANCE WHEN HE


                                       BEGINS TURNING WOMEN


                                       AROUND, AND PUSHING


                                       PEOPLE OUT OF THE WAY,


                                       TO LOOK AT THEIR FACES. 


                                       AFTER CHECKING MOST OF 


                                       THE WOMEN IN THE BAR, 


                                       THE DOCTOR MOVES QUICKLY 


                                       TO THE BARMAN.) 


                                    BARMAN : What'll it be, Guv?


                                    THE DOCTOR :  No no,  I don't  want  a 


                                    drink. 


                                    BARMAN : Well that's all we sell.


                                    THE DOCTOR : I'm looking for a woman.


                                    BARMAN : There's  plenty around  here, 


                                    Guv. Take your pick. 


                                    THE DOCTOR : You don't understand. I'm 


                                    looking for Annie Chapman! 


                                    BARMAN : Oh  Annie! Well  sorry  Guv., 


                                    you've just missed her. She left here


                                    a few  minutes  a go.  Why  not  pick


                                    another one? 


                                    THE  DOCTOR :  No,  I  must  find  the 


                                    Chapman girl.  Did you  see in  which


                                    direction she was headed? 


                                    BARMAN : Sorry, can't help you  there. 


                                    I just saw her leave. Didn't take any


                                    notice after that. Although I do know


                                    you can usually find her near Hanbury


                                    Street. 


                                    THE DOCTOR : Thank you for your help.


                                    BARMAN:  No trouble at all.


                                       (THE DOCTOR TAKES ONE 


                                       LAST LOOK AROUND THE


                                       BAR BEFORE RUSHING OUT


                                       THE DOOR.) 





                                   14.  EXT.  HANBURY STREET.  NIGHT. 


                                       (AN OLD, WELL BUILT WOMAN 


                                       SLOWLY MOVES DOWN HANBURY


                                       STREET, WHISTLING TO


                                       HERSELF. ANNIE APPROACHES


                                       A HOUSE WHICH HAS A SIGN


                                       IN THE WINDOW READING


                                       "LODGINGS". ANNIE


                                       PAUSES FOR A MOMENT,


                                       THEN MOVES TO THE DOOR 


                                       OF THE HOUSE, AND KNOCKS 


                                       ON IT. 


                                       THE DOOR IS OPENED BY 


                                       A ROUGH LOOKING MAN,


                                       WHO STUDIES ANNIE FOR


                                       A MOMENT.) 


                                    MAN : Can I help you, lady?


                                    ANNIE : I would like to sleep inn  your 


                                    lodgings tonight, sir. 


                                    MAN : Well, I don't really know. We're 


                                    already overcrowded. 


                                    ANNIE : It would only be for  tonight, 


                                    sir. 


                                    MAN : Have you got eight pence?


                                    ANNIE : I must  admit that   I do  not, 


                                    sir. Sorry, sir. 


                                    MAN : Well, you can't stay here  then. 


                                    These  places  aren't  free  for  the


                                    likes of you, you know. 


                                    ANNIE : Please sir, it would just be  


                                       (THE MAN SLAMS THE DOOR 


                                       IN ANNIE'S FACE. SHE HITS


                                       THE DOOR IN ANGER,  BUT


                                       THEN CALMS DOWN AND


                                       CONTINUES HER WALK


                                       ALONG THE STREET.


                                       SHE BEGINS TO WHISTLE


                                       ONCE AGAIN. 


                                       SHE WALKS TO A STREET 


                                       LIGHT AND STOPS


                                       BENEATH IT. 


                                       AS SHE WHISTLES, SHE FAILS 


                                       TO HEAR THE FOOTSTEPS


                                       APPROACHING. 


                                       AS THE FOOTSTEPS BECOME 


                                       LOUDER, SHE STOPS


                                       WHISTLING AND REALISES


                                       SHE COULD HAVE A CLIENT.


                                       SHE STRAIGHTENS HER DRESS


                                       AND HAT, AND GESTURES


                                       TOWARDS HIM.) 


                                    ANNIE : You looking for me, sir? 


                                       (THE DARK FIGURE TAKES 


                                       HER BY THE ARM, AND


                                       SLOWLY MOVES HER INTO


                                       A BACKYARD. 


                                       ONE SHORT, SHARP SCREAM 


                                       IS HEARD, BUT IT IS CUT


                                       OFF BY THE SOUND OF


                                       RIPPING.) 





                                   15.  EXT. BACK YARD.  NIGHT. 


                                       (WHEN THIS ATTACK HAS 


                                       FINISHED, THE DARK


                                       FIGURE SITS BACK ON HIS


                                       HAUNCHES AND HIS FACE


                                       CATCHES THE LIGHT FROM


                                       THE STREET. IT IS THE


                                       DOCTOR.) 







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