KILLING JACK by Geezis Kryst
[email protected] Copyright ©2020 FADE IN: EXT. ALLEY - NIGHT SUPERIMPOSE: LONDON 1888 Whitechapel. A run down, working class area. The streets are cobbled in places, trodden dirt in others. Alleyways are claustrophobic and dark. Sounds of a struggle come from one of these alleys. A woman is whimpering and trying to call for help but her cries are muffled. JACK, a nondescript man, dressed all in black, his face obscured by the shadow of a large cap, kneels over a prone woman, his gloved hand over her mouth. ANNIE CHAPMAN, 47, a thin prostitute is struggling for her life. Her punches and slaps weaken against the man’s strength. He reaches behind him and produces a long thin knife. He slices her throat deeply as fountains of blood splatter over him. Her struggles cease as her arms collapse beside her. Jack’s breathing hard and there is a constant incoherent mumble coming from him as he starts to mutilate Annie’s body. He eventually finishes and stands holding a piece of organ in his hand. He places it in his pocket and calmly walks away without a backward glance. Moments later, JOHN DAVIS, 50, walks around the corner of the alley and towards the body. As he draws closer he slows, uncertain of what he sees. A sudden realisation that it’s the body of a woman hits him and he starts screaming loudly for help. CUT TO: INT. KITCHEN - MORNING LIBBY PARSONS, 25, COCKNEY, a plain looking, mousy, shy housemaid with brown hair tied in a bun, is on her knees in a Victorian townhouse scrubbing the wooden floor.