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By Charlotte Westall
33 Hawker Way
Reading, Woodley, Berkshire
RG5 4PF
FADE IN:
INT. DARK MISTY LONDON, WHITECHAPEL IN 1888- LATE AFTERNOON
3rd April 1888. The day seems normal everyone bustling around
town going on with their normality of their lives in this
poverty stricken slums of East London. Through the scampering
town filled with drunkyards and prositutes brawling around
shouting at each other. Pickers scatting around to earn their
living. Among the busy yet deprived slums of a town A DETECTIVE
AND SURGEON WIFE arrive dressed in high class attire.
DEATH:
(Creepy, distorted) People always say dont let fate control
you, but thats not always the case. Forgotten dreams, forgotten
choices yet seems content. Weather you're 10 or 50 there's
always life unlived. Whitechapel is just a town filled with lost
souls trying to find purpose. Some meet gruesome endings others
not so much. I am Death leading you into a psychotic mind.
INT. OUTSIDE POLICE STATION
DETECTIVE AND SURGEON WIFE walking down the alleyway leading to
the POLICE STATION talking inaudible.
POLICEMAN:
(WALKING TOWARDS DETECTIVES) Excuse me, Madam and Sir
(Stuttering nervously) Ar... Ar... Are you Detective R and
Surgeon wife, Jolene Hardy by any chance?
J. HARDY:
Well, Hello? Yes. What seems to be the problem?
POLICEMAN:
(Stuttering nervously) Well... um...There's seems to be a murder
but it's nothing like we have seen before. I'll get you my Chief
Commissioner to fill you in with the details we have at the
moment. I'll be a jiffy. (Enters the Police Station to get the
Chief)
J. HARDY:
Thank You. (Turns to other Detective) This is up our alley. Does
this seem abnormal to you that the day we arrive a murder
happens. Death has a funny way of announcing our arrival, don't
you think Randy? (in a worried tone) I'm slightly nervous that
they won't take account on me as I'm a female surgeon.
DETECTIVE R. HARDY:
I agree with you on that point but dont let funny thinking
cloud your judgment. We need a clear mind. This doesnt seem of
our normality of our traditional field back at home. Jolene,
don't give yourself a hard time on if they will accept your
specialities. Your one of the best of the best surgeons in
London. At least I know that as I'm privileged to have you as my
wife, darling. (puts his hands on her shoulders reassuring her)
(Two POLICEMAN come hustling out of the police station)
POLICEMAN:
Sorry to intrude, but to introduce Chief Commissioner Sir
Charles Warren and Chief Inspector Donald Swanson.
DONALD SWANSON:
(SHAKES THE TWO DETECTIVES HANDS) Nice to meet you. Thank you
for abiding to our call of cry. We are desperate to have such
expertise such as yourselves aiding us. We have limited time
right now(WAVES THE DETECTIVES INSIDE POLICE STATION) Follow me,
we will explain what we know. (hustling them inside the police
station)
THE CHIEF COMMISSIONER, CHIEF INSPECTOR AND POLICEMAN LEADS
DETECTIVE R HARDY AND HIS WIFE JOLENE INSIDE THE POLICE STATION.
LEADING THEM TO WARREN'S OFFICE. WHILST WALKING THROUGH THE
STATION ALL CONSTABLES AND OFFICERS RUSHING AROUND THE STATION
GETTING WORK DONE AS FAST AS POSSIBLE. FRANTIC ATMOSPHERE.
PAPERWORK EVERYWHERE.
INT. CHIEF COMMISSIONER CHARLES WARREN'S OFFICE
DONALD SWANSON:
Due to circumstances, this is not the typical norm. We are
running quite low on men as you see not our suitable nature we
worked at before. It's just we haven't seen anything like this
before. To my curiosity, why is she here? (pointing to Jolene)
DETECTIVE R. HARDY:
That's my darling wife, she's the surgeon that you specifically
required for this case. She's the best of the best. My apologies
that she wasn't what you thought she would be.
JOLENE HARDY:
(gives DETECTIVE R. HARDY a small smile) You will treat me the
same as you would treat my husband.
POLICEMAN:
Just try not to cause any trouble or get in the way of our
specialities of our work. Well Sir, in my honest obode we have
little time to chat nonsense, we need to serve justice.
DETECTIVE R. HARDY:
So... What's the case we are dealing with today? (Leaning on the
table)
POLICEMAN:
(GETTING THE FILES OUT OF THE SAFE) Here you go Chief (Handing
the file to CHIEF DONALD SWANSON) I'll be in my office if you
need me, give me a call. Be back in a jiffy.
DONALD SWANSON:
Thank You Sargent, you are dismissed. Shall we start? (LOOKING
AT CHARLES WARREN)
CHARLES WARREN:
A young woman at least in her 30 to 40s. Named Emma Elizabeth
Smith, a prostitute who was found at mysterious circumstances.
Found at junction of Osborn Street and Brick Lane in early hours
of dawn. She was discovered with marks of vicious assault and
blunt object inserted into her vagina therefore rupturing her
peritoneum.
(TAKING OUT PICTURE FROM FILES) This is the result of her post
mortem. Currently no suspects. No trace of blunt force tramua
which could mean she was dead before any assault occurred. No
other evidence has come to light as of yet. What's your take on
this Detective? Tell me, has this occurred in your area?
DETECTIVE R. HARDY:
No, nothing like before. All new. Seems a clever yet cunning
murderer on the loose. We need to gather up more information.
First we need to know why is she a victim to this murderer
before finding out whom. Have you got any information on her
living or relations on account?
CHARLES WARREN:
The only information that we have of her is her relations to
Margaret Hayes.
DETECTIVE R. HARDY:
Well that's settled. We need to talk to her for any strange
behavior that she may have obtained before her post mortem.
THE DETECTIVES AND POLICE CHIEFS LEAVE THE POLICE STATION TO
FIND MARGARET HAYES AT THE WHITECHAPEL BULL PUB. WALKING DOWN
THE DARK ALLEYS OF LONDON, NEWSPAPER ARTICLES OUTSIDE SHOPS IN
PILES AND IN SHOP WINDOWS. JOLENE STOPS AT THE NEWSPAPER ARTICLE
ON THE WINDOW OF A SHOP TO TAKE A CLOSER LOOK. WHILST EVERYONE
ELSE KEPT WALKING TOWARDS THE PUB.
JOLENE:
(reading the newspaper article out aloud) "THE MORNING POST,
Friday 6th April 1888. The authorities of London hospital
yesterday morning informed East Middlesex coroner of the death
in that institution of Emma E. Smith, aged 45, a widow, lately
living in George-Street, Spitalfields. It appears that the women
went out on Bank Holiday. And when returning home along
Whitechapel Road Tuesday morning she was set upon by some men
and severely maltreated...
WHILST JOLENE WAS READING THE NEWSPAPER ARTICLE OUT ALOUD SERIES
OF FLASHBACKS OF THE ATTACK ARE SHOWN OVER HER VOICE-OVER.
FLASHBACK OF EMMA ELIZABETH SMITH LEAVING THE PUB WALKING HOME
THROUGH THE DARK, MISTY ABANDONED ALLEYS OF WHITECHAPEL SLIGHTLY
DRUNK, THEN A MAN DRESSED IN DARK CLOTHING HIDING HIS FACE COMES
BEHIND HER AND ATTACKS HER SENSELESS AND FLEES LEAVING HER
INJURED AND MALTREATED ON THE SIDE OF THE STREET OF BRICK LANE
CONJUNCTION.
...The men unknown ran off, leaving her on the ground in a semi-
conscious condition. She was taken home, and subsequently
conveyed to the London Hospital, where she died from injuries."
(AFTER FINISHING READING SHE QUIETLY TALKS TO HERSELF) Possibly
she might have made an enemy.(turns around to catch up with the
Chief Commissioners and her husband, a man drunkenly comes up to
her)
DRUNKEN MAN:
OI! OI! What a beauty to bestow upon on this fine hour (slurring
his words) hope you don't mind a little fun (getting closer to
her)
THE DRUNKEN MAN SLOWLY WALKS CLOSER AND CLOSER TO JOLENE MAKING
HER WALK BACKWARDS INTO THE WALL, SLIGHTLY SCARED FOR HER LIFE
AS THE DRUNKEN MAN IS ACTING TERRIFYING AND CREEPY.
JOLENE HARDY:
I think you've overestimated your limit of alcohol consumption.
(wavering her words, trying to push him away from her) We can
have some little fun inside this shall we? (CUNNING SMILE CREEPS
ON HER FACE)just close your eyes and I'll lead the way.
DRUNKEN MAN:
(SLURRING HIS WORDS) Oh my... lead the way BABY!! I'M GOING TO
GIVE YOU THE BEST GIFT EVER!! (CLOSING HIS EYES, LETTING JOLENE
LEAD THE WAY)
JOLENE GOES BEHIND THE MAN AND PUSHES HIM INTO THE STORE AND
SLAMS THE DOOR BEHIND HIM AND FLEES AWAY FROM HIM.
JOLENE:
Such a close call, I'd better find my darling husband he must be
worried for my wellbeing. I mustn't be gone too long. (STARTS TO
MAKE HER WAY TO THE PUB)
INT. THE PUB
DETECTIVE R. HARDY, CHIEF COMMISSIONER DONALD SWANSON, CHIEF
INSPECTOR CHARLES WARREN AND A POLICEMAN ARRIVE OUTSIDE THE PUB.
THEY ALL WALK INTO THE PUB. DRUNKEN MEN SHOUTING SLAMMING THEIR
BEERS TOGETHER CHEERING WHILST FEW PROSITUTES IN REVEALING
DRESSES ARE SERVING THEM FROM THE BAR AND SITTING ON A FEW MEN.
DETECTIVE R. HARDY WALKS UP TO THE LADY AT THE BAR.
LADY AT BAR:
Well Hello... what can I get you gentlemen?
DETECTIVE R. HARDY:
I'm Detective Hardy, I am looking for Margaret Hayes. Do you
know whereabouts of her?
LADY AT BAR:
What has she done now? (LOOKING SLIGHTLY ANNOYED)
DETECTIVE R. HARDY:
She hasn't done anything of sorts, we just want to question her
about her relations to the late Emma Elizabeth Smith.
LADY AT BAR:
Oh, (SUPRISED) the late Emma Elizabeth Smith? And she's over
there by those two drunkards by the window (POINTING TO HER AND
THE TWO DRUNKARDS)
DETECTIVE R. HARDY:
Thank you for you accomplice. She's post mortem since early
hours of dawn.
THE DETECTIVE AND THE POLICEMEN CHIEF'S GO TOWARDS MARGARET
HAYES AND THE TWO DRUNKARDS.
DETECTIVE R. HARDY:
Excuse me, Margaret Hayes can we have a little chat please?
DRUNK MEN:
NO YOU MAY NOT SHE'S OUR PROPERTY!! (ANGRILY)
DETECTIVE R. HARDY:
This is for a legal matter (takes out his detective badge
showing it to them)
MARGARET HAYES:
Boys, boys (calmly reassuring the drunk men) I'll be a few
moments, don't you worry I have something to do for legal
measures. Then we can have our fun. (GETTING UP FROM THE DRUNK
MEN'S LAPS) shall we continue this outside?
MARGARET HAYES LEADS THE GROUP OF MEN OUTSIDE THE PUB.
What is this about?
DONALD SWANSON:
My apologies to you, in relation to your post mortem
acquaintance.
MARGARET HAYES:
However do you mean, I dont understand (SLIGHTLY CONFUSED TO
WHAT DONALD SWANSON HAD SAID)
DETECTIVE R. HARDY:
Emma Elizabeth Smith has passed succumbing to her injuries of an
attack upon her in early hours of dawn today.
MARGARET HAYES:
Oh my, what happened to her? She was completely fine when I saw
her last
CHARLES WARREN:
She was found brutally attacked by a man unknown to us at the
moment, according to doctors who examined her body. It was found
that she was raped and a blunt object was pushed up her vagina
severely leaving her beaten up on the conjunction of Brick Lane
and Regent Street. As we know that she had a relation to you,
can you give any information on what she did on a normal day to
day basis. Which could lead us to whom did it which is unknown.
MARGARET HAYES:
She's forty-five years of age. A mother of two, a son and a
daughter, a widower and a protitute. She had been a prostitute
for some time to my knowledge. She was somewhat a belligerent
women who often was seen with a black eye, various cuts and
bruises as a result of many drunken brawls. Emma had been living
at 18 George Street for about a year or so with a fixated
routine which went about set in stone. She'd leave her lodgings
between six or seven in the evening practicing her trade for the
night and return within the small early hours of the morning. I
last saw her about 12:15 am talking to a man dressed in quite
dark clothing with a white scarf in Fairance Street, Limehouse.
FLASHBACK OCCURS OF EMMA ELIZABETH SMITH, OF HER EVERYDAY NORM.
LEAVING THE HOUSE AT EARLY EVENING AND HER TRADE AT THE PUB AND
AROUND LONDON THEN HER RETURNING HOME IN THE EARLY HOURS OF
DAWN.
'FLASHBACK'
INT. GEORGE STREET
DUSK. SUN SETTING AROUND GEORGE STREET. EMMA ELIZABETH SMITH
LEAVES HER LODGING HOUSE IN HER REVEALING ATTIRE. GREEN AND BLUE
EMBROIDERY DRESS.
EMMA ELIZABETH SMITH:
(TALKING TO HERSELF) Complete a transaction, do what I do best.
Dont brawl again. (STARTS TO WALK DOWN THE ALLEY TO THE PUB)
LODGING LADY:
(YELLING AT EMMA ELIZABETH SMITH) DON'T FORGET OUR DEAL, DUE
FRIDAY AT DAWN.
EMMA ELIZABETH SMITH CONTINUES TO WALK DOWN A DARK ALLEY IN
EARLY EVENING SORTING HERSELF OUT FOR HER TRADE. ONCE SHE
ARRIVES TO THE PUB, SHE WELCOMES HERSELF TO THE MEN FOR THE
NIGHT. GOES TO THE BAR AND STARTS HER TRADE FILLING UP BEER FOR
THE MEN SHE HOPES TO GAIN A TRANSACTION FROM.
INT. THE BAR
DRUNK MEN BRAWLING AROUND HAVING FUN SMASHING BEER GLASSES
ABOUT. DRUNKEN MEN SHOUTING SLAMMING THEIR BEERS TOGETHER
CHEERING WHILST FEW PROSITUTES IN REVEALING DRESSES ARE SERVING
THEM FROM THE BAR AND SITTING ON A FEW MEN. EMMA ELIZABETH SMITH
AND MARGARET HAYES ARE LAUGHING WITH THE MEN WHILST SITTING ON
THEIR LAPS.
(FAST-PACED SPEED UP OF THE SCENE SHOWING THE BAR AND THE
PROSITIUTES DOING THE TRADE FROM THE EARLY EVENING TO EARLY
MORNING)
THE FAST PACED SPEED UP TIME PASSING STOPS WHEN EMMA ELIZABETH
SMITH EXITS THE PUB. STARTS WALKING BACK HOME IN THE EARLY HOURS
OF THE MORNING. WHEN IN THE DARK ALLEYWAY. A MAN DRESSED IN ALL
BLACK FACE HIDDEN FROM SIGHT COMES UP BEHIND HER.
UNKNOWN MAN:
Well, Hello what a beauty to bestow upon this hour. Maybe I
would like a little transaction if thats up to your pleasing.
EMMA ELIZABETH SMITH:
A little transaction won't hurt but I must be home soon enough.
UNKNOWN MAN:
It will only be a few moments. (WALKS CLOSELY TO HER TOUCHING
HER, PUSHING HER TO THE WALL OF THE ALLEYWAY)
THE MAN DRESSED IN BLACK ASSAULTS EMMA ELIZABETH SMITH, CAUSING
HER TO GAIN INJURIES. EMMA ELIZABETH SLIGHTLY SCREAMING,
STRUGGLING FROM THE RAPE THE MAN IS CAUSING UPON HER WELL BEING.
THROUGHOUT STRUGGLES, CRYING, TRYING TO CALL FOR HELP THE MAN
PUTS HIS HAND ON HER MOUTH TO STOP HER CALLS OF DESPERATE CRY.
THE MAN STOPS SUDDENLY AND WALKS AWAY LEAVING EMMA ELIZABETH
AFRAID OF THE ASSAULT CONFLICTED UPON HER. BACK ON WALL AND
SLIDES DOWN TO THE FLOOR SEVERELY SEXUALLY ASSAULTED AND
INJURED. BLOOD TRICKLING DOWN FROM HER CHEST AND HER LEGS AS A
RESULT FROM THE ATTACK.
'END OF FLASHBACK'
WHILST MARGARET HAYES WAS TELLING THE NORM OF EMMA ELIZABETH
SMITH DAY TO DAY ROUTINE, DETECTIVE R. HARDY WRITING NOTES ON
HIS NOTEPAD.
MARGARET HAYES:
That's all I know as of this moment. I never knew much of her,
she was deemed a mystery to all of our clients and the trade
workers we both worked with.
DETECTIVE R. HARDY:
Indeed my apologies to interfere with your trade. Thank you for
your time to tell us of your knowledge of her. We are now one
step closer than we were before on this case. As devastating it
is but must we go back to reality of normality.
MARGARET HAYES:
My pleasure. (SMILES) Well I must continue my trade. (LEAVES THE
DETECTIVE AND THE POLICEMEN, WALKING BACK TO THE PUB BACK TO THE
TWO DRUNKARDS THAT SHE LEFT. REALITY SETTING IN AGAIN)
DETECTIVE R. HARDY:
Now, we have a clue to who might of committed the assault but
still no facial features shown. It seems that our man is indeed
clever with their public appearances when committing such acts
that left this woman post mortem. Have we seen my wife Jolene?
It appears she didnt quite make it up here.
DONALD SWANSON:
Last appearance I saw of her was when we were walking to the pub
here, maybe she got a little sidetracked as you know females
they have a different agenda than we do.
DETECTIVE R. HARDY:
CHIEF SWANSON, I know my wife. She must have found a clue or
finding out information. She's like my little detective but a
highly classified surgeon of my hometown area.
DONALD SWANSON:
My apologies, as you speak so highly of her then explain why
isn't she here. I dont believe what she says she is.
DETECTIVE R. HARDY:
(BECOMING SLIGHTLY OFFENDED AND ANGRY THAT DONALD IS SPEAKING
BAD MOUTH ABOUT HIS WIFE) Not let get ahead of ourselves Chief,
she is high qualified in her profession and do not speak of my
wife that way especially in front of me. We better make our way
to the police station and gather all information.
ALL OF THEM LEAVE, STARTING TO MAKE THEIR WAY BACK TO POLICE
STATION.
EXT.
FADE OUT: