And back behind the mirror -
The mirror, the glass -
The other side of the glass, the other side of the mirror -
On the other side -
On the stage -
On the stage where Noble says: ‘All right, Peter. I just want to clear these up, these ones you’re saying aren’t you?’
The Yorkshire Ripper: ‘OK.’
Noble: ‘Clare Strachan? This was in Preston in November 1975?’
The Yorkshire Ripper: ‘I know.’
Noble: ‘But it wasn’t you?’
The Yorkshire Ripper: ‘No, it was him.’
Noble: ‘Who?’
The Yorkshire Ripper: ‘Other one.’
Noble: ‘Who we talking about Peter?’
The Yorkshire Ripper: ‘That headbanger, the one that wrote the letters, that sent that tape.’
Noble: ‘So that wasn’t you?’
The Yorkshire Ripper: ‘No.’
Noble: ‘You don’t know who it was, do you?’
Silence -
Silence until -
Until the Yorkshire Ripper with a glance into the glass -
A glance into the glass -
The glass -
The glass, the mirror -
The other side of the glass, the other side of the mirror -
On the other side of the mirror where I am standing with my hands and face up to the glass -
Up at the glass, the mirror -
Until -
Until the Yorkshire Ripper says: ‘No.’
Noble: ‘And Linda Clark?’
The Yorkshire Ripper: ‘No.’
Noble: ‘It wasn’t you?’
The Yorkshire Ripper: ‘No.’
Noble: ‘You sure you know who we’re talking about? When it happened?’
The Yorkshire Ripper: ‘Yes.’
Noble: ‘June 77. Bradford?’
The Yorkshire Ripper: ‘I know.’
Noble: ‘Was it you?’
The Yorkshire Ripper: ‘No.’
Noble: ‘You think that it was this other bloke, this
The Yorkshire Ripper shrugs and says: ‘I don’t know.’
Noble: ‘Janice Ryan?’
The Yorkshire Ripper: ‘No.’
Noble: ‘Also June 77. Also Bradford.’
The Yorkshire Ripper: ‘I know.’
Noble: ‘Was it you?’
The Yorkshire Ripper: ‘No.’
‘You sure?’
Silence -
Silence until -
Until the Yorkshire Ripper with a glance into the glass -
A glance into the glass -
The glass -
The glass, the mirror -
The other side of the glass, the other side of the mirror -
On the other side of the mirror where I’m still standing with my hands and face up to the glass -
Up at the glass, the mirror -
Until -
Until the Yorkshire Ripper says: ‘Yes.’
Noble: ‘Yes?’
The Yorkshire Ripper: ‘Yes, I’m sure.’
‘Sure it wasn’t you?’
‘Yes.’
Noble: ‘Let’s move on then?’
The Yorkshire Ripper: ‘OK.’
Noble: ‘To the ones you did?’
The Yorkshire Ripper nods.
Sixteen hours later, in the dark room -
The dark room on our side of the glass -
Our side of the mirror -
Drowning, we’re drowning here -
Drowning in here in his bloody sea -
The bloody tide in -
His bloody tide high -
The bloody things he’s said -
The bloody things he’s done -
Noble: ‘Joyce Jobson?’
‘I saw her in the Oak. She annoyed me, probably in some minor way. I took her to be a prostitute and I hit her on the head and scratched her buttocks with a piece of hacksaw blade or maybe it was a knife. I’m sorry, I can’t remember. But it was my intention to kill her but I was disturbed by a car coming down the road.’
Noble: ‘Anita Bird?’
‘I asked her if she fancied it. She said not on your life and went to try to get into her house. When she came back out, I tapped her up again and she elbowed me. I followed her and hit her with a hammer. I intended to kill her but I was disturbed again.’
Noble: ‘Theresa Campbell?’
‘She was drunk and laughing at me and said, come on get it over with. I said, don’t worry I will and I hit her with the hammer. She made a lot of noise and kept on making a lot of noise so I hit her again. I took a knife out of my pocket and stabbed her about four times.’
Alderman: ‘It was more than that.’
‘It might have been.’
Alderman: ‘It was fifteen to be exact.’
‘I know.’
Alderman: ‘Why’d you stab some of them in the heart?’
‘The ones that wouldn’t die, I stabbed them in the heart. You can kill them quicker that way.’
Noble: ‘Joan Richards?’
‘She was wearing very strong and cheap perfume and I pushed a piece of wood against her vagina to show how disgusting she was.’
Noble: ‘What did you stab her with?’
