For a short time during The London Years, I lived with a bunch of nurses*, some of whom worked at the Royal London Hospital in Whitechapel, and I always thought about Jack the Ripper whenever they mentioned the neighborhood. I couldn't help it. For those interested in the case, a cool left-field take can be found with a movie called Edge of Sanity.

(* no, it wasn't hotel-room-pay-per-view-worthy, but they were really cool folks)