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HONDA Thailand has just revealed this 150SS Racer concept on its stand at the Bangkok motor show.

Technical details are scant, but the '150SS' is a decent indication that it's powered by a 150cc engine.

Honda looks to have spared no energy on its stylish design.

The neo café racer styling is futuristic, but with its round headlight,

also tips a hat to models like the CB400SS.

Further retro-inspired touches are evident in the undrilled brakes discs and the styling of the silencer.

The sculpted tank and bodywork gives it a muscular, aggressive, but clean look.

We think it looks like someone has taken the design of the MSX125, made it a bit meaner, and scaled it up at bit.

There's no information about whether the 150SS Racer is destined to be anything more than

a show piece but based on the effort that looks to have gone into styling and creating it,

and the popularity of small capacity machines such as this in Asia,

it's not that unlikely that this will make it to showrooms in some form.

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Let's talk about procedural generation - VLOG 2 - Mars 2017 - Duration: 5:35.

Hello everyone and welcome to our second dev diary/ vlog

that Dead Cells thing we're doing here

Basically today we want to talk about procedural generation

so we're actually gonna take a bit of a deep dive into it

it might gets a little long a little technical, so grab a cup of tea,

some cushions in case you fall asleep halfway through, with my boring overvoice.

But the reason we want to do this

is because this is by far the main concern raised by the community

regarding the potential quality of the finished product.

So that's why we decided to talk about that today.

For us procedural generation is really useful for three big reasons.

Firstly, we can just create more content than we could ever do

if we had to hand designed everything, it's just way easier.

Second, the procedural generation really allows us to change the orientation

of the difficulty of the gameplay

so instead of, getting you to rote learn a level,

this guy is here, this guy you gotta dodge him, etc.

it's really gonna pay to have good reflexes and reward your instinct.

As run through, each time it's gonna be different,

so you have to adapt to that new situation.

Last and obviously not least, it brings a lot of replay value,

so you gonna be able to run through a metroidvania and each time

discover a new area, have a different challenge

which is something that you don't usually get in this kind of genre.

Now, unfortunately the problem as a lot of you know,

with relying on procedural generation too much is

is it can often lead to bland level design

feeling a bit messy and inconsistent

or the old shit run syndrom.

We felt like a good example of a nice middle ground

between fully handmade and fully procedural

would be Spelunky.

Their approach really allowed them to get that consistent feeling

while providing ton of diversity

Each time you run through it's completely different

so we wanted to take a similar approach for Dead Cells.

In practice it means that some of the level design is gonna be fixed and hand made

and that's going to act like a framework for us

to insert the randomly generated, procedurally generated part.

So to make a little bit more sense,

I'm gonna show you the software that we're using to represent the level design in the game.

What you're seeing on the screen are random variants of the ossuary biome, one of the levels

and as the game is procedurally generated the structure is never the same.

But there also some, as I mentioned, hand made and fixed elements.

For example, in this case, the map that you're looking at that's the Island

of the whole world of Dead Cells and that, that's fixed.

That's how the biomes are interconnected, the connections between them,

what you need to unlock, that always stays the same.

The next part that's fixed and hand designd are actually the insides of the levels

what we're calling tiles, or chunks of levels.

So, in practice it's a small part of a platforms that are designed for a specific purpose

It might be fighting, setting up some sort of dodging traps

or putting in some treasure or whatever we need in a particular area.

And each ones of these littles tiles is actually designed uniquely for the level,

the biome that it's going to be featured in,

for example the sewers are gonna be small and tight, and you're not gonna be able to jump around

whereas the ossuary might be a lot more open and give you a lot more room to move.

The idea is obviously to give each biome its own sort of strong identity

so you know, okay, this is a new level.

So once we've got these little chunks of levels prepared,

we basically need to organised them into some kind of logical, interesting way,

so we come back to the first video software that we showed you,

and you can see this concept of graph

so each level has a graph that represent a set of instructions

for the procedural generation algorithm.

And so that's gonna include informations like the length of the level,

the layout of the rooms, the distance between the entrance and the exits,

the number of treasures, all that kind of stuff.

So each biome has its own specific sort of hand designed graph

so that's really goes again to reinforcing that feeling of identity for each biome.

So for instance, in the sewers, a lot of the small tiles are gonna have labyrinth sort of patterns

they're gonna be really tight but there is also going to be a fair few of them

so that's gonna give the biome a sprawling structure

no matter which variation of the chunks is loaded

you're always gonna have that impression of being a little bit lost.

On the other hand,

the remparts, for example, are always gonna be more linear, straightforward and open.

Okay, so once we've got all of those elements,

individual tiles chunks, biomes, levels' graph and the overall outlay of the world,

then we can let, finally, the procedural generation do its job

which is just randomly assembled these chunks.

So as you can see,

it's procedural generation with a good dose of hand designed over the top of it.

So that's pretty much a broad overview of how we do it,

I hope it reassured you about any doubt you might have had about the level design

and the quality of what we're doing, we're paying a lot of attention to that.

So as always, we'd love to have your feedback

and answer any of your question if you've got some.

There is also a written version of this vlog, the link is available in the description

hit us up in the comment or in the steam community hub or something

and we'll get back to you as soon as we can.

Take care and see you next time!

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The Man In The Attic 1953 - Enhanced Video and Audio. Full Mystery Crime Film: With Subtitles - Duration: 1:22:06.

[ Bell Tolls ]

[ Steps Echoing ]

You clatter like a horse.

You'll not steal up on anyJack the Ripper...

thunderin' through the streets like that.

Three thousand men called out...

all wearin' rubber slips on their boots- except the Yorkshiremen.

And one Yorkshireman's worth the lot of you.

Never mind me boots.

They'd be better off giving us guns...

not yawpin' about rubber soles.

And what do we do with this...

against a cunning devil with a long, sharp knife?

- An Irishman knows what to do with that. - [ Man ] You go now, Katy.

Now go home, and don't come back here tIll you learn how to behave yourself.

- I won't go home. - I've warned you, Katy, 1 00 times if I've said it once.

Let go of me. I'll go when I'm ready and not before.

- Let go of me! - Now, come now.

- Is that any way to be acting? - Now,just gentle like.

Easy and gentle, if you please.

Three strong men, it takes-

Three men to keep one poor woman from having a little drink.

Now, you'll be feelin' fine after a little sleep. Come on.

- I'm feeling fine now, you great ape. - [ Chuckles ]

You've got a quick eye, miss. He is a bit like an ape.

- Here, you for home. You've had enough. - Now look here.

I will drink till I float if I want to...

- and no one is going to stop me. - I might-

Here, let me handle this.

You see, miss, it's our duty to protect you from Jack the Ripper.

I don't think you mind a bit of protection...

from a fiend like that, do ya?

You know...

I will be honored...

to have a stalwart and polite constable such as you...

take me home.

I live...just around the corner.

Just around the corner.

You know, it's a rare thing...

to find a constable with such lovely manners.

Yorkshire gallantry, ma'am.

Well, here it is.

And-And-And thank you kindly. [ Laughs ]

It's our pleasure, ma'am. Sleep well.

Thank you. Good night.

Good night.

[ Clears Throat ]

[ Screaming ]

[ WhIstle Blows ]

[ Crowd MurmurIng ]

Bah. Rot. Rot!

This fellow George Bernard Shaw should be shipped back to Ireland posthaste.

- [ Woman ] What dId you say, dear? - I was talking to the dog.

About what, dear?

I said George Bernard Shaw should be sent back to Ireland.

Why? What did he say that you don't like?

He said if a duchess went down to Whitechapel...

and got slaughtered byJack the Ripper...

something would be done to protect the lives of the poor women who live there.

- Well, it's true, isn't it? - In the first place, it's not true.

The second, I was talking to my dog.

Very well, but I think at least you should tell him both sides.

That's ridiculous.

Now who could that be, this time of night?

I'm sure if you think carefully, you will discover a way of finding out.

[ TappIng ContInues ]

William.

I feel something.

- Helen. - Well, I do.

Good evening.

Do you have rooms to let?

I saw your advertisement...

and the estate agents gave me this order to view.

You must forgive me for coming so late. I was working.

Oh, yes, of course. We do have rooms.

Please come in.

- I'm Mrs. Harley. - My name is Slade.

- [ WIllIam ] Well, Helen, who Is It? - My husband, Mr. Harley.

This is Mr. Slade, dear. He's come to see the rooms.

Yes. How do you do?

[ Sniffing ]

That's odd, you know. He never does that with strangers.

May I see the rooms, Mrs. Harley?

Oh, yes, of course, Mr. Slade.

If you'll just come upstairs-

Hmm.

- Here we are. - [ Door Opens ]

I'm awfully glad I dusted In here today.

I had a feeling someone might come.

I'm sure you'd be very comfortable here.

Uh, this is the bedroom.

These are the only rooms you have, Mrs. Harley?

I could let you have them quite reasonably.

There Isn't anythIng else, except the attIc, of course.

The attic? Please let me see it.

It's really very small, you know.

I would like very much to see it.

Do you like those? They're old-time actresses.

Quaint, aren't they?

As you see, it isn't very nice.

Excellent. This is excellent.

Exactly what I need, madam. You see, I am a pathologist.

I need a place to study and do a little experimental work...

where I won't be interrupted.

I'd take the other rooms as well, of course.

I would live downstairs and work up here.

- Would that be all right with you? - Yes, of course.

This will be most useful.

I suppose a scientist's experiments always seem mysterious to other people.

I assure you, I won't be doing anything dangerous.

[ Chuckles ] That's good.

May I take the rooms tonight?

Yes. Uh, but the terms-

Would five pounds a month be acceptable?

- Aye, well, now, that's more than adequate. - Done.

You're our first payIng guest, Mr. Slade.

You see, we've come upon a period of hard times.

So you must now let rooms?

Yes. Mr. Harley suffered business reverses...

and with nothing to do, he's become so nervous and restless.

If at times he seems a little eccentric or rude...

-you will understand, won't you? - Of course I will.

I believe I should pay you now, Mrs. Harley.

My habits are irregular, I'm afraid.

I often need to be out late at night.

But I will be very quiet.

If you'll just regard me as a lodger, not as a guest...

you'll-you'll hardly know I'm in the house.

- A month in advance. - Oh, you are thoughtful, Mr. Slade.

I'm so pleased it was you who came.

Are you? Well, that's very kind.

The maid will get your meals whenever you want them.

- You have a maid? - Yes.

This happens to be her night out.

But I can get you some dinner, if you'd like.

Yes.

This is a beautiful old Bible.

Yes. It belonged to my grandmother.

I hope you'll not take it away. I should like to have it here.

It comforts me.

[ Man ] The RIpper agaIn!! Murder In WhItechapel.

- Murder. Another RIpper murder. - Another one.

- Another murder. - Another one of those horrible Jack the Ripper murders.

Why can't the police stop them?

ССJack the Ripper.''

What a revolting, stupid name.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Harley. The-

The whole thing is repugnant to me.

If you'll excuse me, I'll get your dinner now.

Murder. EvenIng Standard. Echo.

The Ripper again.

Murder In WhItechapel. Murder. Another RIpper murder.

Another murder. Evening Standard.

- Echo. - [ Gasps ]

- Oh, it's you. - Oh, you heard?

- Yes. Another murder. - The fourth. All the same.

He cuts their throats and then uses his knife like a doctor who's gone mad.

The papers daren't print all the details. Too gruesome.

- Want to read it? - Uh, no, thank you.

William, Mr. Slade took the room.

- Mm-hmm. - And the attic too.

- He's takIng them as of now. - I say, that's a bit quick, isn't it?

He won't be any trouble to us at all.

Don't like renting out bits and pieces of my own home.

Can't have any privacy.

Besides, we need the money.

I suppose you want me to go up and make a show of hospitality.

No. Tomorrow will do, dear, but if you're finished with the paper...

let me take it up to Mr. Slade with his dinner.

Finished with it? I just got it.

There, you see? It's beginning-

- Well, now. Where's that dog? - I think I saw him go upstairs.

Look, that fellow is not going to have my dog too, is he?

These pictures- Their eyes follow you wherever you move.

They watch. They get on my nerves.

I don't lIke beIng watched.

I understand. I'll have them taken down tomorrow.

Further, they are pictures of actresses.

Yes. I hope you don't really object to actresses.

My niece Lily is on the stage.

- Your niece? - Yes, we're very proud of her.

She opens next week at the Piccadilly Theatre Royal.

She's bringing over some special dances from Paris.

They're quIte shockIng, but they're most delIghtful.

And she is very beautiful too, I suppose.

Oh,yes. WaIt tIll you meet her.

Meet her?

Yes. She'll live here in this house.

Oh, you'll soon change your mind about actresses, Mr. Slade.

Come on, Prince.

Helen, it's 7:00.

[ Helen ] Be quIet, dear. Read your paper.

We're just coming.

Oh, I'm as good as my word, Daisy.

I've got your pass for Miss Lily's performance tonight.

Oh, Mr. Harley, sir, you're awfully nice.

What's the matter? Don't you want to go now?

Oh, I do, sir. I do.

- But I'm afraid. - Afraid?

Well, there ain't a girl in all London who fancies walking home alone at night...

what with the Ripper up to his devilish tricks.

Well, I suppose I don't blame you.

Tell you what.

See the show and come home in a cab.

Oh, bless you, Mr. Harley, sir.

- Now run along and fetch us a carriage, will you? - Yes, Mr. Harley, sir.

[ Chuckling ]

[ Door Opens ]

[ Helen ] Come along, LIly darlIng, or you'll be late.

I'm coming, Auntie.

[ LIly ] Uncle WIllIam,you look very handsome and elegant.

[ WIllIam ] You look very ravIshIng yourself.

[ Helen ] Oh, I'm so excIted I'm afraId I'm goIng to burst.

You must contain yourself at all costs.

Especially in the theater, where people are helplessly packed together.

[ Chuckles ] Oh, do be quiet.

Be sure you've got everythIng.

Hello there, Mr. Slade.

[ Helen ] Are you comIng to the theater, Mr. Slade?

- I'm afraid not. - LIly, I don't belIeve you've met Mr. Slade, have you?

My nIece, LIly Bonner.

Good evening, Mr. Slade.

I'm sorry you can't come to the opening.

- I have work I must do. - You work at night?

Yes, quite often. Sometimes all night.

- It's quieter at night. - I like the night too.

It's the only time I feel really alive.

It's at night that the interesting things happen.

What kind of work do you do at night, Mr. Slade?

I doubt if you'd be interested.

Do you just work?

Sometimes I walk close by the river.

The river is like liquid night flowing peacefully out to infinity.

I must not delay you. I wish you success tonight.

Thank you.

Good night.

Good nIght.

- [ Door Closes ] - He's so odd, isn't he?

I believe he's shy and lonely and all wrapped up in his Chinese puzzles.

- What Chinese puzzles? - Oh, science and pathology or whatever you said he did.

I can't help feeling there's something odd about him.

He skulks, he prowls. That's the something about him.

And if he's lonely, he has only to pop out of his shell and speak to someone.

I think he's interesting.

EvenIng Standard. Echo.

EvenIng standard. Echo.

Four thousand police on duty in Whitechapel.

EvenIng Standard. Echo.

Four thousand polIce on duty In WhItechapel.

Oh, thank you, governor. Evening Standard. Echo.

Dressing Room 1 .

Hello, Annie.

[ KnockIng ]

[ Man ] Flowers for MIss Bonner.

Please. May I see Miss Bonner?

- Miss Bonner is dressing. - [ LIly ] Who Is It, Lelah?

It's Annie Rowley- ССLa Belle Anne,'' remember?

It's all rIght, Lelah. I know who AnnIe Rowley Is. Come In.

Oh! It looks very nice.

Thank you for letting me come in.

I always like to come and say hello to my old dressing room.

It's perfectly all right, Annie. Help yourself to champagne, courtesy of the management.

- I've got to hurry. - Yes, I remember.

- Did you know royalty was coming tonight? - Yes, the prince of Wales.

Oh, I had it all once-

royalty, champagne, flowers.

I remember my opening night and how excited I was.

I looked in this very mirror.

I wish I knew then what I know now.

I came up overnight. Overnight I was forgotten.

Won't be that way with you.

Who knows?

No, it won't. I went on looks alone.

You have talent and... all the rest.

Thanks, Annie. You coming tonight?

- No, I have what I call my work. - ????[ Orchestra.?Dance ]

- I still sing and dance, you know. - Oh? Where?

La Belle Anne now performs...

at Madame Tussy's School of the Dance.

Gentlemen come in the evening to learn the latest fandango.

That's in the parlor in the front of the house.

Is there anything I can do, Annie?

Too late.

????[ ContInues ]

You know, Annie, perhaps it isn't all up with you.

Perhaps I could help you.

I don't think there's a place with my girls...

but I'm sure I could do something.

She's gone, Miss Lily.

[ Door Closes ]

Yes.

????[ ContInues ]

?? [ Orchestra: Mid-Tempo ]

?? [ All Singing With French Accents ]

?? [ Singing ]

[ Chattering ]

?? [ Continues ]

????[ ContInues ]

?? [ All Singing ]

????[ Orchestra ContInues ]

Did you see that?

- The little minx flirted with the prince of Wales. - Shh!

?? [ Singing ]

????[ ContInues ]

?? [ Ends ]

Commissioner, there's been another murder by the Ripper.

Are you sure it was the Ripper again?

The report said it was a murder just like the others, sir.

Where was it? Whitechapel?

- Yes, sir. - All right.

[ Chattering ]

To Lily Bonner and her beautiful, talented troupe.

- Long life. - [ Crowd ] Long life.

London is yours, Lily, and if I were lord mayor...

- I'd give you the keys to the city. - [ Laughter]

Miss Bonner.

You know, champagne has a specIal sIgnIficance for me.

As I was growIng up In the old LImehouse DIstrIct...

Champagne was only a remote word.

She is very beautiful, if I may say so, sir.

Mm-hmm. Wait here, Bates.

Dislike very much interrupting your party, Miss Bonner.

It's a matter of utmost importance to Scotland Yard.

Sounds fascinating, Inspector... Warwick.

And how can I help Scotland Yard?

I want to ask you about a woman who came to see you before your performance this evening-

- a certain Annie Rowley. - Yes, she was here.

I felt terribly sorry for her.

How much do you know about her?

Not much, I'm afraid. Why, Inspector?

She has become another victim ofJack the Ripper.

Can you tell me if she was with anyone?

No. She was alone.

Someone said a man was seen near the place where Annie Rowley was found-

a man carrying a small black bag and wearing an ulster.

Of course, that description fits thousands of people...

but you saw no such man?

No.

No, I saw no one like that.

[ Inhales, Exhales ]

Finally got Lily settled for the night. Poor thing.

She thought she was so excited she couldn't sleep...

but she dropped off while I was talking to her.

That's possible.

- [ WIndow Closes ] - I just opened it.

I'm thinking.

- Thinking. - You know, that man from Scotland Yard...

said the Ripper was carrying a little black bag.

All he said was, there was a report...

that a man carrying a black bag was seen in the vicinity of the murder.

And Mr. Slade came to us the night of the other murder...

and all he had with him was a little black bag.

And tonight he took his black bag with him when he went out.

- He did not. - Yes, he did.

His bag is not black, and he didn't take it with him tonight.

- William, he did. - Would you stake your oath on that?

Your solemn oath in a court of law?

So you're not sure of the color of his bag...

nor that he had it with him when he went out.

You're always leaping to illogical conclusions...

which you call thinking.

And the window.

Oh, I'm sorry, dear. I forgot.

Women can sense things, William. Now you know that's true.

Remember when I said something had happened to my sister Sophie...

and we found out that she'd fallen and broken her hip?

And remember-

What are you lookIng at?

[ Whispering ] It's Mr. Slade.

- He's just comIng In. - Why not? He lives here.

He creeps.

You can hardly hear him move.

Naturally he creeps. It's 3:00 in the morning.

Do you think he should come in dancing and singing and waking up the whole house?

He stopped at Lily's door.

He did?

- The window. - Oh.

- More tea, dear? - Hmm.

Paper says that the murderer used his knife in ways quite unprintable.

Ridiculous. How can a knife be used unprintably?

- Tea, dear? - Hmm.

Queen Victoria's issued a statement.

ССShe has told Commissioner Warren that no married man...

ССcould possibly be to blame for these murders...

ССand therefore every bachelor in London...

should be rounded up immediately.''

- Tea? - What a wise queen.

Now all Scotland Yard has to do is round up a million men...

and ask them if they areJack the Ripper.

Well, she's right. No married man would do such a thing.

????[ LIly HummIng ]

[ Chuckling ] Oh, she's so gay, even in the morning.

?? [ Humming ] Good morning.

Isn't it a beautiful world?

- All the reviews are raves. - Why, of course.

- [ KnockIng ] - Don't say it.

- Don't say what, dear? - ССI wonder who that can be.''

- [ Laughs ] - Oh. I'll go, Daisy.

Hello. I'm Paul Warwick of Scotland Yard again.

Oh. Oh, yes. Do come in.

- Good morning, Mr. Warwick. - Hello, Miss Bonner.

I'm sorry to bother you so early in the morning...

but it was important that I talk to you again.

- Hello. - [ Laughs ] Hello.

- Do come in and have a cup of tea. - Thank you.

- [ Helen ] I'll get It, dear. - Did you know I found out last night after you left...

that Annie Rowley sent me some flowers?

Oh, yes. As a matter of fact, that was my excuse-

I mean reason- for calling.

The stage doorman told me.

I'd like to find out what florist the flowers came from.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't keep the box.

Well, it was a possible lead. Though it did no help to Scotland Yard...

- it did give me the opportunity- - Good morning.

[ Slade ] I beg your pardon. I dIdn't mean to Interrupt.

[ LIly ] Mr. Slade, thIs Is Mr. WarwIck.

How do you do?

Mr. Warwick's from Scotland Yard.

He's engaged on the Ripper case. Now tell me, Inspector.

Is it really true that this time the Ripper was seen?

Yes. I was about to ask that too.

- He may have been. - I don't think you'll ever catch him.

- Why not? - Well, five murders-

This time Whitechapel was swarming with police...

and yet you didn't even come near to finding him.

You don't know any more now than you did in the beginning.

- Yes, we do. - Oh? What?

He's of average height, he's very quick and strong and he's left-handed.

Perhaps he carries a black bag, which would contain his knives.

- What I want to know is, why does he do it? - There are many theories.

The favorIte one Is that he's a manIac who kIlls at random.

-[ WIllIam ] Do you belIeve that? -[ WarwIck ] No.

[ WIllIam ] Hmm. Well, he may not kIll at random, but he's not sane.

You're a medical man, Mr. Slade. Would you say he was sane?

I tend to agree with Miss Lily. The police will not find him.

- [ WarwIck ] Why not? - The police are searching for a criminal.

In reality, there are no criminals.

There are only people doing what they must do because the are who they are.

So perhaps the police are searching for someone who doesn't exist.

Well, If my theorIes are correct...

I shall makeJack the Ripper's own hands tie the noose that will hang him.

I still don't see how you worked it out that he was left-handed.

- Uh, do you, Mr. Slade? - I've intruded too long.

I really only came down for the morning paper.

Thank you.

Have you all finished with it?

Oh,yes. Sorry. Should have sent one up to you.

Thank you. Excuse me.

[ WIllIam ] Odd how that dog acts.

Seems to have fallen In love wIth hIm.

Mr. Slade?

Mr. Slade. Is something burning?

Don't come up here.

I'm sorry there's an odor, Mrs. Harley.

There was something I had to burn. My work.

I'll open a wIndow.

Just leave the tray in my sitting room, please.

[ Gasps ] Oh-

Oh, I was thinking I would have to clean the room today.

Whenever you wish, Mrs. Harley.

You'd be a darling if you could have that dress mended by tonight.

I'll try, Miss Lily.

You were so good in the show, you know.

I don't think it half matters what you wear on the stage.

- It does, Daisy, and so does what I don't wear. - [ Giggles ]

- I shall be at the hairdresser's most of the time. - Yes, Miss Lily.

Good afternoon. You're going out early.

Yes. I have just completed an experiment.

I-I must test it.

And when you've tested it and proved it...

what will you know, Mr. Slade?

A little more about life and death.

I wonder what else you need to know about life...

except that it's wonderfully worth living.

And of death, what is there to find out...

except it is the end of life?

That is a philosophy for a young and beautiful woman who is the toast of London.

Thank you.

Which way are you going?

Your way, Miss Bonner.

Isn't that what your enraptured young men would say?

I think they might.

What do you say, Mr. Slade?

- I am going to work. - Oh? Where's that?

Everyone is so curious about me.

Very well.

I am going to the university hospital...

where there are laboratory facilities that I use.

I may not come home until late...

and then your charming aunt will become suspicious.

And soon, because I am not like everyone else, she will ask me to leave.

I've had it all before.

Poor Mr. Slade.

Walk with me to the cab across the square.

She won't ask you to leave, Mr. Slade.

If she did, we'd all object.

- Would you? - Of course.

I'm afraid you've been alone too much.

That makes one quite broody, you know?

- I am broody? - A little. And when you're like that, you miss things.

There's so much delight in the world.

The whole sky, with the sure sun in it.

The sound of laughter, and of music.

The sweet enjoyment of a man's kiss.

Do I shock you, Mr. Slade?

You are an astonishing woman, Miss Bonner.

Oh, dear. I don't know what to do.

Ooh. Where is William?

Why doesn't he come home?

But what is it, Mrs. Harley? What is it?

Never mind, Daisy. I can't tell you now.

I must see Mr. Harley first.

Oh! Lily is walking with him.

- Lily's walking with that man. - What man?

Why, It's only Mr. Slade she's wIth.

- Daisy, Mr. Slade is the Ripper. - [ Gasps ]

Oh, William, thank heavens you're home.

- You must stop them. - What are you getting at?

Don't let her go off with that man.

Helen, you've been nipping at the sherry again.

Oh, please!

William, Mr. Slade is the Ripper.

Mr. Slade is the Ripper.

- Look at that. - What is it?

The other morning when I took him his breakfast, I smelled something burning.

He said it was his experiment. It was his black bag.

He burned his bag, William, right after he found out...

- the police were looking for a man with a bag. - I see.

- Oh, is that all you can say? - Very sensible of him.

- What? - I said, very sensible of him.

Nobody can afford to own a bag like that now.

Come here.

A man was mobbed this morning in Trafalgar Square. They nearly tore him to pieces.

Why? Because he was carrying a little black bag. This is my black bag.

I didn't burn it because I didn't think of it. I just hid it in here.

Anyone who owns such a bag is under suspicion.

The whole city has become hysterical.

People are flocking to the police to inform on their neighbors.

Do we have to have this nonsense in our own home?

If Slade wanted to be rid of his bag...

he wouldn't leave that around for you to find.

The man isn't a fool.

[ Stammers ]

You're just a little overwrought, that's all, old girl.

How about a spot of sherry?

I think you better have one too, Daisy.

Oh, I don't mind if I do, sir.

I rather wish we could talk again sometime.

You've done something good for me.

Then perhaps you will have tea with me.

- Tomorrow? - I'd be delighted.

Thank you, Miss Bonner.

- [ Door Opens ] - Hello, Chief.

We're in trouble. A meeting has been called.

The high commissioner resigned this morning, and Her Majesty accepted.

- Resigned? - Too much pressure on the Ripper case.

If we could find a fingerprint-

FIngerprInts? That won't help.

I know that theory- No two prints alike.

It's nonsense.

No, we'll have to do better than that, Paul, or we'll have no jobs.

Perhaps you could put aside your social life...

and help us do somethIng about the RIpper, eh?

Yes, sir.

?? [ Classical ]

?? [ Stops ]

Must you stop?

If I must choose between music and you, I-I will choose you.

[ Chuckles ] More tea?

Yes, thank you.

Do you enjoy Robert Browning's poetry?

Sometimes. Depends on my mood.

I read this author or that one as I feel like it.

I like to pretend that it was all written for me.

Perhaps it was.

Every so often, a woman lives for whom men do all things.

I'm only a woman like any other.

Not like any other.

You don't know, Miss Bonner, about the others.

Are you saying that you like me?

Miss Bonner, it has done me great good to know you.

It has? How?

Oh, I- I'm afraid it's a long and very personal story...

and I should dislike troubling you with it.

I already know.

You are a man very much alone...

and you need to find those who will love you.

And when you do, you won't be lonely anymore.

Those who will love me?

Is it really true that you dislike actresses?

I seem to have touched on an old wound. I'm sorry.

No!

Yes. I wIll tell you.

My mother was an actress.

She was one of the most angelIcally beautIful women who ever lIved-

exquisitely graceful, talented and captivating.

I loved her deeply.

Deeply.

She had the face ofheaven...

and the wretched heart ofJezebel.

For every aspect of beauty she possessed...

she contained a double portion of evil.

- I hated her. - But I thought you said you loved her.

One can love the beauty and hate the evil.

DIdn't you know that, MIss Bonner?

Come.

I will show you.

I didn't mean to do this, but now I've begun, I will finish.

I will show you this face, and you will see for yourself...

that there was no way for my poor father to know...

that she was cunning and faithless and rotten.

It's not difficult to understand that my father fell in love with her.

Perhaps she never met a man she didn't entice.

She knew no love, only lust.

She betrayed my father a hundred times...

and when she finally left him for a young, rich Frenchman...

- my father killed himself. - Oh.

Not with a gun, with absinthe-

with a thousand green glasses of absinthe.

Part of my growing up was spent with a drunken man...

who searched the face of every passing girl in Paris-

who spent 1 0 years dying of a broken heart.

And your mother? Did you never see her again?

Yes.

Yes, I saw her.

She had become a woman of the streets.

And it was in the streets that she died.

Then they must be In Mr. Slade's room.

Lily. Excuse me, Mr. Slade.

- Inspector Warwick is here to see Lily. - I forgot.

I, on the other hand, did not forget, and here I am.

Mr. Slade.

We're going to the Black Museum at Scotland Yard. Would you like to come along?

Is it all right if Mr. Slade comes with us?

I don't believe Mr. Slade would really enjoy himself.

[ LIly ] Do come.

Yes. Yes, I believe I'd like to come.

[ LIly ] I'll bejust a moment.

[ WarwIck ] And these are the death masks of varIous murderers.

That one was publIcly hanged outsIde Newgate PrIson sIx months ago.

You can see the rope marks on the neck.

You treat them like trophies-

like a stuffed elk head mounted over the fireplace.

Yes, a little. But these were more dangerous than an elk.

- Man, unfortunately, is the most dangerous of all beasts. - Man is not beast.

Murderers are beasts.

There are the ropes that were actually used to hang these men.

To me, it's the noose that's the wickedest looking.

It hangs so calmly, making a graceful loop, neatly tied-

a sImple desIgn, by whIch a man's breath Is caught...

and forfeIted for hIs crIme.

I'm afraid I'm making Mr. Slade a little queasy.

If you'd prefer to wait for us outside-

It's not the rope. It's your policeman's philosophy, Inspector Warwick.

Perhaps I'm too used to murder. I must seem callous.

MIss Bonner, I have a questIon to ask you.

Just one? I have dozens to ask you.

- You too? - Yes.

For instance, what was that used for?

Oh, that was used in the Tufnell Park murder.

And would you come FrIday for tea at my home?

- I'd lIke some frIends to meet you. - [ LIly ] Hmm, I see.

What was that used for, Inspector WarwIck?

That is a poker, with which some poor chap beat his sweetheart to death.

- Why did he do it? - We never found out exactly, but my belief at this moment...

is that she failed to answer some perfectly simple question...

like ССWill you come to tea?''

[ Chuckles ] Very well, Inspector. I'll come.

That table is expressly reserved for one murderer.

[ LIly ] The RIpper?

[ WarwIck ] Those are pIctures of the five vIctIms.

Ah, there you are, Paul.

I wanted to pay my compliments to our distinguished and beautiful visitor.

May I present Chief Inspector Melville, Miss Bonner.

- How do you do? - How do you do, Miss Bonner?

- And Mr. Slade. - Mr. Slade.

I've been to the palace, Miss Bonner...

where I heard Prince Edward say the most complimentary things about you.

- Why, thank you. - Also, I was told that Her Majesty has decided...

that the Ripper can't possibly be an Englishman.

Now I suppose we shall have to investigate all foreigners.

Not long ago, we were to investigate all bachelors...

because he couldn't possibly be a married man.

Has Paul told you that he's our expert on Jack the Ripper?

He even claIms to be able to predIct the tIme of each murder.

There is a strange periodicity to the Ripper's crimes.

It's as if the need to kill surges inside of him up to a peak, is satisfied...

and then Is quIet untIl the compulsIon slowly buIlds up agaIn to another clImax.

- When do you expect another? - Two days ago.

He's broken the pattern now. Usually it's every five or six days.

[ WarwIck ] It could come anytIme. Perhaps he Is sated.

- [ LIly ] Sated? - If you're ready to go, Miss Bonner...

- I would be delIghted to take you home. - Oh, not yet.

Then I hope you will forgive me if I go on.

I have seen all I care to see of Inspector Warwick's little museum.

Inspector Melville.

Inspector Warwick.

Your police methods will never trap the one you callJack the Ripper.

You may be rIght about the perIodIcIty...

but I doubt If the beast you descrIbe can be sated.

He must do hIs work agaIn.

Good afternoon.

Them fellas on horses have a real cushy job of it, all right, huh?

Aye.

Five thousand of us.

We ought to lay our hands on that fella pretty soon.

Aye, soon. And I hope it's me what does it.

To make up for-you know.

Oh, whoosh, man, whoosh. It wasn't your fault that poor Katy got murdered.

How could you know that she didn't live...

- where she said she did? - Aye, that's all very well.

- ????[ Woman SIngIng ] - Oh, for the love of Mike, will you cheer up?

You're depressin' the life out of me. Shh.

????[ ContInues ]

That's an Irish voice, I tell ya.

I'd stake me soul on it.

I suppose you wouldn't consider a little drop of somethin' to, uh...

help guard ourselves against the cool of the night?

- [ Applause ] - Come along, man.

- Thank you. - [ Man ] Come agaIn, Mary.

- Oh, good evening, sirs. - Good evening.

- Good evening. - It was like a breath of home to hear you, miss.

- Oh, you're an Irishman. - Well, there's no denyin' that.

Well now, would you be averse to walkin' a girl to her home?

- Oh, I'd like nothin' better, miss. - Oh, you're very kind.

I've only just come to London to seek me fortune on the stage.

And mayhap we'll get there if I don't have to be walking home alone at night.

Well, you'll not be walkin' home alone on my beat, Miss, uh-

Lenihan. Mary Lenihan.

Ah, it is the breath of home to hear you, Miss Lenihan.

Uh, would it be askin' too much to hear you sing again?

I heard very little of that song in the pub back there.

Why, sure, I will.

?? [ Singing ]

?? [ Continues ]

?? [ Ends ]

Me thanks to you, gentlemen. Good night, sir.

- Good night. - It was our pleasure, Miss Lenihan.

And... good luck to you.

Thanks.

?? [ Humming ]

????[ ContInues ]

?? [ Continues ]

[ Board Creaks ]

Aye, she has a sweet voice, but we have our duty.

Come on, lad.

[ Gasping ]

No. Please.

[ Screams ]

[ Whistle Blowing ]

- [ WhIstle BlowIng ContInues ] - What's the matter?

What happened?

[ Chattering ]

- How long ago? - We just left her. Only a few moments.

- Did anyone come out of here? - We saw no one, sir.

Then he might still be in the building.

[ MelvIlle ] Put a cordon around thIs block.

- [ Man ] Yes, sIr. - [ MelvIlle ] Search all these buIldIngs.

[ Chattering ]

No one on the roof, sir.

He can't get out of this, if he's human.

I'm afraid he isn't human, sir.

Not and do what he did to that girl.

[ PrInce BarkIng ]

[ PrInce YelpIng ]

[ PrInce WhImperIng ]

[ WhImperIng ContInues ]

What are you doing?

I am burning my ulster.

Don't come too close.

Those-What are those stains? They look like blood.

I was carrying a solution in a glass container- I- Part of my experiment.

I fell and it broke. My ulster became contaminated.

I- I must be quick, drastic...

or the contamination could easily spread.

Contamination?

- You mean it may carry a disease? - Yes.

[ BarkIng, GrowlIng ]

- What happened to the dog? - I'm afraid I hurt him.

He jumped up to greet me. I didn't want him to touch the ulster.

Dogs can carry human disease.

There. It's done.

You were right about the Ripper.

You were probably busy and didn't hear.

- Hear what? - There was another Ripper murder tonight.

You said he would do it. How did you know?

I didn't know.

Your Inspector Warwick made me angry.

I don't know why I said it.

What is it?

Everyone distrusts me. I feel it. Even you.

I work very hard. I do what I must do.

I- I am myself.

I don't distrust you.

Forgive me. I'm- I'm very tired.

Is there anything I can do for you?

We must each live with ourselves.

Yes.

What's happened?

What's that smell? Anything wrong?

- No, Uncle. - I'm sorry. I had to use the stove.

Hmm.

All this writing about investigations and not a single clue yet.

William, we must go to the police.

What for?

I don't believe Mr. Slade burned his ulster because it was contaminated.

He wanted to get rid of those blood spots.

Well, uh, Lily said she believed him.

- I'm sorry. - Hmm? What's the matter?

Well, here's his breakfast tray...

but I don't want to take it.

I don't know what to think of him.

I'll take the tray and settle this business once and for all.

WIllIam. WIllIam.

Don't do anything silly.

I never do anything silly.

Great heavens, man. Don't you ever sleep?

This experiment is very difficult.

Any more danger of that contamination?

I think not.

You are suspicious too.

Well, I am a pathologist, Mr. Harley, and I am working on blood diseases.

You can check on my work at the university hospital.

Hmm. Of Course. Of course.

Did you come to ask me to move away? It has happened before.

Move away? No, sir. Certainly not.

Why, you're perfectly welcome here...

and I'll see to it that you stay welcome.

And now then, you- you'd better eat some breakfast, what?

- Thank you. - Eat hearty.

- [ KnockIng ] - Come in.

Oh, do come in, Mr. Slade.

I came to thank you for your reminder.

- The theater. - Oh, yes.

- I will come tonight. - Splendid.

I'm so happy. I think it will do you a lot of good...

to forget work for a while and really enjoy yourself.

I believe there's some tea.

- Now suppose you take off your ulster and stay a minute. - I'm not disturbing you?

No. Of course not. I was merely writing a few thank you notes for flowers.

[ Slade ] And most partIcularly to Inspector WarwIck?

I shall be able to thank him in person.

He's coming tonight too.

You don't like Inspector Warwick, do you?

He thInks you are a most InterestIng man.

He asked me all sorts of questIons about you.

Wait here, Bates.

- [ Clears Throat ] - Yes, may I help you?

I wish to inquire if you have a Dr. Slade in your hospital.

Dr. Slade? No, we do not.

Thank you.

We have a Mr. Slade who works in research.

He's a pathologist.

- Do you wish to see him? - No, not immediately. Thank you.

Just as well. He isn't here.

Have you seen him recently?

As recently as last night.

- Is he here very much? - Almost every day and night.

He works late quite often.

He's a most respected member of our staff.

[ Bell TollIng ]

[ TollIng ContInues ]

[ TappIng ]

- Good evening, Daisy. - Oh, good evening, Inspector Warwick.

Am I too early?

Oh, I think Miss Lily will be down in a minute.

Will you sit in there, sir?

- What's the trouble, Daisy? - Oh.

I don't know. I'm as jumpy as a cat.

What's the matter?

Well, it's the back and forth and back and forth.

Back and forth?

Well, first Mrs. Harley says he's the Ripper himself.

And then Mr. Harley proves It's all nonsense.

What do you mean?

Well, first he burns his black bag...

and then Mr. Harley pooh-poohs that...

and show us his own hidden in the chest.

And then he burns his ulster, which had all the blood on it.

- Daisy, wait a moment. What are you talking about? - Well, Mr. Slade-

Oh, it's all mixed up.

And I'm not supposed to say.

Mr. Harley says it's just woman's hysteria.

Wait a minute.

- Good evening, Inspector Warwick. - Oh, good evening, sir.

- You've come for Lily? - Yes.

[ Chuckles ] Perhaps a nip of sherry will help us pass the time.

Mr. Harley...

what is this about Slade?

Helen's been at you, has she?

Well, no. As a matter of fact, Daisy mentioned it.

Look here, old man. Everything about Slade can be logically explained.

Except one thing. The dog's suddenly gone sour on him.

Still, that doesn't prove anything, does it?

You'd better tell me about it, Mr. Harley.

I tell you this, Lily. No matter what you say...

I don't believe you ought to spend too much time alone with him.

Aunt Helen. Dear, sweet Aunt Helen.

What if I were to tell you that it was Mr. Slade who was in danger, not I?

Why, Lily!

I think this thing can be settled tonight.

This is a copy of a thumbprint the Ripper left in the room...

- of Mary Lenihan, the last victim. - Thumbprint?

There's a theory that there are no two fingerprints in the world that are exactly alike.

- I happen to subscribe to it. - Hmm.

Could you get me something that Slade has held in his right hand?

A glass or something?

Well, frankly, I don't know.

Mr. Harley, wouldn't you feel more secure if we cleared it up?

Yes, I suppose so. The fact is, the fellow's gone out.

We might try looking about his room.

Well, that would be fine.

I rather hate to, you know. Prying into a man's belongings.

Mr. Harley.

Yes.

Helen tells me Mr. Slade frequently reads the Bible.

Murderers don't read Bibles, do they?

There might be some prints here.

I'd like to take something smaller- something he wouldn't immediately miss.

Oh, this will do.

Now something more.

Locked, eh?

I say, should you do that, old man?

A policeman never knows what he should do...

until it's proved to be the right thing.

Oh, this probably has both prints.

Handkerchief.

- I say- - I'll bring it back... and your handkerchief.

[ LIly Laughs ] Don't fuss, Aunt Helen.

Gentlemen don't mInd waItIng for ladIes. They're quIte used to It.

- What do we do? - Shh.

- [ Helen ] Do you have everythIng, dear? - Yes, AuntIe. Stop worryIng.

Well, I can't help It. There's somethIng In the aIr tonIght.

She's feeling things again.

[ LIly ] I thought Mr. Slade had gone out.

There's a lIght In here.

- What is this? - I'm sorry, Miss Bonner.

You've been snooping through Mr. Slade's things.

Very well. There's been a mystery about this gentleman...

and I wish to clear it up once and for all.

I'm quite tired of this. Why don't you leave the poor man alone?

- He went out early to avoId meetIng you. - Oh? Where did he go?

He'll be at the theater later to see me.

Perhaps you can hang him there.

I merely want to ask some questIons.

- What dId you find ofhIs? - I found this.

- That's his mother. - His mother?

Of course. He told me about her.

Poor woman. She died an alcoholic in the slums of Whitechapel.

What else did he tell you?

He seemed quite confused about his feelings for her-

love and resentment all mixed up together.

Please, Paul, leave the poor man alone.

You defend him with quite a lot of spirit, Miss Bonner.

I know him better than any of you. I like him. I feel sorry for him.

As a friend, I should like to respect your fondness for Mr. Slade...

but I am also a policeman.

You most certainly are.

You needn't bother to take me to the theater tonight.

Good night, Inspector.

[ Drawer Slams ]

- If I may say so, sir- - And if I said you may not say it?

Then I wouldn't, sir.

- If I may ask, sir- - Bates.

If it seems to you I'm in a nasty mood tonight, you're right, and I have cause.

No, you may not ask. You may not say so.

You may do absolutely nothing except breathe quietly.

Yes, sir.

????[ Orchestra.? Up-tempo ]

????[ Soft ]

?? [ Speaking Lyrics With French Accent ]

- ????[ Orchestra.? Up-tempo ] - ?? [ Singing ]

????[ ContInues ]

????[ Orchestra ContInues ]

Nothing matches, and every print of his right hand is here.

- It's not Slade, that's all. - Sir-

This print couldn't have been made by the Ripper's left hand.

Not unless every detective at the yard is wrong.

That's most unlikely, isn't it, sir?

The victim's cuts show that the Ripper used his knife...

from right to left across the throat while attacking from behind.

That means he used his left hand.

He took his victims like this.

The cut of the knife was like this.

Sir, have you observed Mr. Slade to be left-handed?

No, I haven't.

But he could still use his left hand...

if he attacked from behind.

You know, for the first time it occurs to me...

that the Ripper need not have attacked from behind.

In which case, he could make the same cut from the front with his right hand.

- Yes, sir. - If that's so, we must find a left thumbprint...

to match the print of the Ripper's.

About that portrait, sir- I have a peculiar memory for faces.

- You do? - Yes, sir.

I believe that to be the face of Ann Lawrence.

Even to the mole on the left cheek.

Bates, you're right. Slade's mother was the first Ripper victim.

????[ Orchestra.? Up-tempo ]

????[ ContInues ]

????[ LIly SIngIng ]

Where is Slade? Have you seen him?

Yes, he's right down there. He's gone.

- ?? [ Ends ] - [ Applause ]

????[ Orchestra Resumes ]

Lovely, lovely. You were lovely.

- They liked us, didn't they? - They worshipped you.

Excuse me.

- Am I under arrest, Mr. Policeman? - Where is Slade?

Inspector Warwick, I'm very sick of all this.

- He's the Ripper. - Oh, do go away. You're out of your mind.

Lelah, I don't want you to let anyone in.

There's a gentleman in here, Miss Lily.

Hello.

May I... talk to you alone?

I have to make a change. Uh, there isn't much time.

All right, Lelah.

[ LIly ] Please.

Well, how did you like the show?

You are exquisite, Lily.

Good. For a moment, I thought you disliked the whole thing. You looked so glum.

I hated it. I hated your beauty being exposed for everyone to ogle.

I hated the looks on men's faces.

Well, without those looks on their faces, I'd be finished.

You're more wonderful and more-

more sweetly beautiful than anyone I've ever known.

Everything in my life has changed because of you.

Help me.

You pick the strangest moments.

I need you, Lily.

Only you can save me.

- Save you? - Come away with me right now.

Come away with me- anywhere in the world you say.

I want to live close to you without sharing you.

Close. Close.

I think there's something you should understand.

I'm fond of you, but I'm not ready to be taken over.

I lIke a man wIth passIon, but I don't want a slave, and I don't want to be one.

Besides, I wouldn't dream of giving up the theater.

All I've said makes no difference to you.

I dIdn't say that.

You want to go on exciting men to wanting you...

go on using your beauty to corrupt, to degrade.

- Please. - You're mocking me!

- [ KnockIng ] - [ Lelah ] MIss LIly?

The same as my mother. The same as all of them.

- [ Lelah ] MIss LIly, are you all rIght? - Mocking love, living for lust.

- You are evil. - [ KnockIng ContInues ]

Your beauty is evil. It must be cut away.

[ Gasping ] No. No.

You said you loved me. Please.

- [ Lelah ] MIss LIly? - [ BangIng On Door ]

MIss LIly? MIss LIly, are you all rIght?

- [ BangIng ContInues ] - [ Sobs ]

Lily!

[ BangIng ContInues ]

Are you all right?

Halt!

Get a doctor.

Hey!

[ Whip Cracks ]

[ Whistle Blowing ]

[ Cracks ]

Yah! Yah!

Yah! Hah!

[ Cracks ]

[ Cracking ]

Yah!

[ Cracks ]

- Can't you go faster, man? - Hah!

[ Whip Cracks ]

- Are you hurt, sir? - [ Grunts ]

I am a doctor.

Take care of my horses. I must hurry.

- Where is he? - You mean the doctor?

He turned the corner too fast and crashed a wheel.

Quickly, man, that was the Ripper!

[ Whistle Blowing ]

[ WhIstle BlowIng ContInues ]

[ Whistle Blowing ]

- Circle around that way. - Here! Over this way!

[ Shouts, Indistinct ]

- What is it? - What are they after?

Shine your lights over here!

- It's the Ripper! - He's in the river.

- There's something! Over there! - Where?

Look! By the bridge!

It's too dark, and it's too deep.

We'll never get him now.

Not so dark and not so deep as where he's going.

[ Bell Tolls ]

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