Spring-heeled Jack (2)

Against a backdrop of grainy footage of old London town (guys and dolls got up in appropriately sinister Victoriana), the Monkhouse calls from the wings in the voice of R. Barker:

“Yesterday morning, about six o’clock Molly was on her way home from a hard night out of it when she was accosted down the dark of an alley… Sez Molly:

“This fella came up to me, you know, breathing fire, not just of the spiritual kind. He gnashed his teeth, ripped me dress and I’ve got the scratches to prove it.”

Inset of Molly (scratched)

Molly who works at the London Vegas, where the foyer has been got up like the Crown Jewels and everywhere you look there is Diana Spencer memorabilia saw “the fella in red leap fifty foot in the air”