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be doing with grapes?

I'd like to give them an answer.

-What?

-The Nichols boys.

I'd welcome the opportunity to give

them an answer to their bloody message.

There is most definitely a message here.

You're right about that.

What am I wrong about?

Martha Tabram was raped,

tortured and killed.

That's cruel.

But I've seen that sort of cruelty

in the East End before.

This is methodical.

The butchery is irrational, yet...

...meticulous and deliberate.

Altogether a different breed of killer.

As soon as possible,

I'd like to know what he took.

What do you mean "what he took"?

-Didn't you notice?

-What?

He's taken at least one of her organs.

Oh, no.

I want every veterinarian...

...butcher, furrier in the district

interviewed.

Furrier? What did he do, sir? Skin her?

Pipe down, Withers.

When the Inspector is talking

you are listening, understand?

Yes, Sergeant.

He disemboweled her.

After he cut her throat,

stabbed her in the chest...

...cut open her stomach,

and took out her intestines.

At least one of her organs was removed.

I'm waiting for the police surgeon's report

for more details.

I see.

One thing's for certain,

an Englishman didn't do it.

Maybe one of these Red Indians...

...wandered into Whitechapel

and indulged his natural inclinations.

With all due respect, sir...

...I believe this was done by someone with

at least a working knowledge of dissection.

-An educated man, such as a doctor-

-An educated man? That's preposterous.

No well-bred man would do this.

Probably a tradesman or a butcher.

A tradesman is a possibility, sir.

But there's a strong indication against it.

There was a sprig of grapes

under her body.

What are you driving at?

No one in Whitechapel, no matter

what their trade, could afford grapes.

Obviously,

they were given to her by the killer.

It follows that he must be

someone with money.

What about the Jews? A Jew butcher?

Or a Jew tailor might have money.

Plenty of them in Whitechapel.

Sir, for the sake of public safety

in general...

...I'd like to be careful about spreading

the rumor it might be a Jew.

I know your reputation for making guesses

that turn out to be right.

Someone told me

you claim to dream the answers.

Frankly, it doesn't matter to me

what your methods are.

But be certain you don't proceed

without proof. Is that clear?

Of course, sir.

Personally, I don't care. The fewer

pinch-pricks on the streets, the better.

But the sooner you find this butcher

or tailor...

...the sooner we can all celebrate

your promotion.

Keep me informed.

Every cellar, every stable. We'll find him.

It's the bleeding Jews. Let's kill them!

I have wonderful news.

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