Edge of Sanity Page #2

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And yet I feel that sometimes

I don't even know myself.

Henry, what's the matter?

Suppose you found yourself

at the edge of a labyrinth,

or, better still, a dark forest.

And you believed there was

a great secret hidden inside,

perhaps a wonderful secret.

But there was a danger

that even if you discovered it,

you might get lost

and never find your way out again.

Would you go forward into the forest?

It would just depend how worthwhile,

how valuable the prospect was,

how great the risk.

How can I help you?

I don't know yet.

But I will need your help.

And soon.

Show Inspector Newcomen

the body, will you?

I see it says the throat was cut across

to the extent of about six

or seven inches.

Bloody barbarian.

Must think he's making

cucumber sandwiches,

everything's so precise and neat.

- You sure he slit her throat first?

- Well, it's obvious, isn't it? He had to.

Or the other cuts wouldn't be so clean.

No struggling. Sick animal.

- No hacking at all.

- Hacking? No.

Three clean rips, I would say.

He must have had the eye of an eagle

and a hand steady as steel.

He ripped from down there

and opened her up to here.

Rip! Clean as a codfish

from Billingsgate market.

More than good eyes and nerves.

Obviously had a good brain, too.

Someone who knows anatomy, right?

Oh, makes Mickey there

look like a butcher's assistant.

Whoa! Whoa!

Thank you, Mrs. Jekyll,

for such a lovely day.

It was fun, wasn't it?

We must do it again.

When I finish.

Henry.

I'm sorry I was so cross this morning.

I do know how important your work is.

Thank you.

You've never been

anything else but brilliant,

but this discovery ought to be

the most significant milestone,

not only for you but for the whole

of the British medical profession.

It is vital that you announce it

at the Vienna conference.

Yes, well...

It will be ready.

Of course, if they do send me off

to take over this job in Calcutta,

there will be a vacancy on the board

of governors at the hospital here.

Well, it would, of course,

mean extra responsibility,

but it could also mean

the crowning glory of your career.

Yes, yes, I know.

Bollingham!

Disease will be the least

of your problems then.

Bollingham, good to see you relaxing.

Once a week, Egglestone,

as regular as clockwork.

- Oh, hello, Jekyll.

- Hello, sir. Good to see you again.

Jekyll has come up with

the most amazing new anesthesia.

The whole study's being presented

in Vienna next week.

Really will be a feather in our cap.

Really? I'd like to come by

and have a look.

- There may be some side effects.

- Aah, nonsense.

Yes, of course.

I must be getting back to my work.

Good to see you again, sir.

You see, we've been having

the most remarkable...

If we take the Tuesday noon boat train,

we could be at Lillian's

by noon Wednesday.

Would it be better to arrive in Vienna

Saturday night or Sunday morning,

do you think?

Henry?

Yes, that will be fine.

Henry?

Henry.

Henry?

What is it? What do you want?

I just wanted to say good night.

Good night.

Good night, Charlie.

How about us getting together?

Too far away.

You just wait here a minute, love.

- Georgie, I need another room.

- Sorry, I'm closing up.

Come on, Georgie. I've got a big spender.

Please. Paid in advance.

Maggie, why can't you quit work

and go home at a decent hour,

like everybody else, hmm?

This is why, stupid.

The same reason you don't.

All right, go on, then.

Top floor. Number 18.

Just don't be all bloody night. I've got

a wife and family at home, you know.

Our lucky day.

He happened to have one available.

Our... lucky day?

That's a long climb.

Let's see.

Oh, 18.

Here we are. Oh, cozy.

Light the lamp, will you, love?

Maybe we can warm this place up.

Sir?

Sir?

Mister?

Where'd you go?

Come on, now.

You didn't pay for any games.

Sir, are you up there?

Come on, or else I'm going in a minute.

Sir? It's too cold up there.

Come on in now, mister.

Come out.

Ooh, it's like the North Pole out here.

- Your skin is so white.

- It'll be blue in a minute.

He likes you.

Where are you?

Sit down.

Ooh.

- Look at those.

- Mmm.

He likes them, too. He likes them, too.

Lie back. Lie back.

Lie back. Lie back. Yeah.

Oh, yeah. He likes it, too.

He likes it, too.

You do it. Come on. You do it, yeah.

You do it, yeah. That's right.

Ooh.

The guy watching you...

And you, you rather like him,

too, don't you?

Yes.

But you like me more?

Hmm.

- You like me more?

- Yes.

- You like me more?

- Yes, I do.

Don't stop. Don't stop.

That's right. Don't stop.

Yes. Don't stop.

Yes.

Yes.

Don't stop.

Oh! Mmm.

Oh.

B*tch!

Maggie?

Maggie?

God, I couldn't breathe.

I thought I was gonna die.

Oh, you wouldn't wanna do that.

Oh, God. This is going to be so horrible.

Oh!

Oh, Maggie!

Nobody else was in the building,

on the roof, nothing?

No, sir. One man in the next building

said he thought he saw a woman

on the roof alone about one o'clock,

but he didn't really notice anything out

of the ordinary, except she was there.

And five minutes later,

the old man sees her neatly slit up

and someone jumping off the roof.

There's a panic started down there.

All these injuries were performed

by a sharp instrument like a knife

and from the left common carotid artery.

The Home Secretary's going to issue

his statement this afternoon, sir.

Yes, he sent it round.

"Want the people of London

to rest assured that the Home Office

is in control of the situation,

already having several clues to the

murderer's identity and whereabouts."

"I am sure that Scotland Yard will

have this insane criminal behind bars

before he can murder again."

Well, bully for the Home Secretary.

I've made Henry promise we're going

to visit you at your new post in India.

Provided they make

the whole trip by elephant.

I imagine it's not so dangerous there now.

It's got to be safer than the streets

of London these days.

Now, now. There's no need

for you ladies to worry.

But there is.

There's great need for worry.

These poor women murdered

in the most barbarous fashion.

Well, the police have doubled

their force all over the East End.

Well, that didn't seem

to stop him the other night.

I'm sure practically all of Calcutta

is like Whitechapel, Dr. Egglestone.

You think that if conditions were altered,

the inhabitants of Whitechapel

would be aware

that civilization has

something better to offer?

- Well, Reverend Fowler thinks so.

- Who is he?

He's the reverend

at St. Michael's in Whitechapel.

He's opened the church

as a refuge to the women.

Prostitutes in the church?

That's all very admirable, my dear,

but they might want to be right back

on the streets

the moment this ripper's caught.

Exactly. Let them choose for themselves.

But are they really capable of doing that?

But what do we really know of freedom?

By God, if real freedom were offered you,

you'd run for cover,

you'd hide, you'd be terrified.

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