From Hell

Get out of here!

You're taking all our money again.

You'll feel better when you get home.

There's one over there.

-Gonna be a long night, Mary.

-Too bloody long.

It's quiet, isn't it? You having any luck?

Not much, love.

-Give you a penny for a suck.

-Piss off.

-Hi. Where's Kate?

-Across the street.

Miss?

-What do you want?

-Shut your hole, b*tch.

I know you.

You're Geordie, from Nichol Street.

Do you remember me, Mary Kelly?

I'd never forget you, McQueen.

Will you stop that?

Buttons are hard to come by.

What does a whore need buttons for?

I warned you and your friends.

Payment was expected Monday.

I'm working, ain't I?

We all are.

And I am making sure

that no one troubles you.

I'm providing a service, Mary Kelly.

And I expect to be paid...

...or else you will be very troubled.

Now, you tell...

...your five...

...friends they bring me my money

by tomorrow...

...or this friend of mine here...

...will be your next customer.

-You're bloody filthy this morning.

-I bleedin' stink.

-What'd you get up to last night?

-You don't want to know.

Give us a look.

Mary.

Thank God I found you.

He's coming.

Albert's coming today.

I need you to look after the baby.

Let's have a hold.

-I'm so proud of her.

-She's the most gorgeous little girl.

Isn't she beautiful?

She's lovely, isn't she?

I'll be seeing you in a bit.

Get us a jar of gin, will you?

You look fine, Ann.

Must be nice,

having a rich man looking after you.

She has your eyes and her father's brow.

Don't you think?

She is a perfect love, but, Ann,

we're all in a terrible way for money.

-The Nichols gang-

-They want our blood.

-Know what they said they'd do?

-Don't start.

What's she saying?

They want 1 a week from each of us.

Count yourself lucky.

Good and lucky that you got

a wealthy man to take care of you.

We need 4 to pay them,

so we can't spare the time.

I'll get you the 4 from Albert.

He might say no. I can't take a chance.

He won't. I know he won't.

He's been in France on business.

He wrote, he sold a lot of his paintings.

He's sure to have full pockets

and feel generous.

-To you perhaps, but-

-I'll ask for meself.

I'll get you the 4. I promise.

I'm not gonna hurt you, Netley.

Remember me?

Remember who I am?

Your charge will be coming down

sooner than expected. Much sooner.

Be a good man. Get him home quickly.

Quickly and quietly.

Understood?

Well said.

Very well said.

Take them out.

What is the meaning of this?

Kidney, what in God's name are you doing?

I want this room in pieces.

I demand an explanation.

It's Albert.

Get off me.

Please. No!

Who knows?

I didn't know.

I swear, I didn't.

How can I tell anyone else?

Who knows?

Who knows?

I don't know who they could be.

Albert must've mixed in

with something terrible.

She's hungry and cold, poor thing.

I've got to take her to them.

I've got to take her to Ann's parents.

You go. Leave baby Alice with them.

I'll get to work,

and I'll meet you later at the Ten Bells.

Notice something, Inspector?

I pay. I already pay.

I'm not after you, Emperor. Where is he?

Move it!

Get up.

Get up!

Hello, darling.

Sergeant.

It's night.

Well spotted, Inspector Abberline.

Indeed it is night.

Our genius has returned to us.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Remember, if you ever wish to escape

the dreary confines of your duties...

...this never happened.

Cut along now.

Have I lost a day?

No. It's only four hours since you left here.

Deepest apologies for the rude awakening.

I suspect you enjoyed that.

"I must be cruel only to be kind,"

as the poet said.

Although, I'd happily wallop you

every time you chase the dragon.

I had a sneaking suspicion

you might interrupt.

You've seen something?

What did you see?

A petticoat saturated with blood.

They used to burn men like you alive.

Sometime this evening,

a bangtail was murdered in George Yard.

That doesn't sound

much out of the ordinary.

It was the way she was done.

It was the way the bangtail was done

that cries out for a man of your talents.

Her name was Martha Tabram.

I don't know what sort of name Tabram is.

It sounds foreign to me.

This is not what I saw.

Not the woman of your dreams?

Are you sure?

-Show him.

-You show him.

Why do I have to be exposed

to this degradation over and over again?

I've looked at the mess twice.

Before he cut her throat,

he removed her livelihood as a keepsake.

Gentlemen,

we are indeed fortunate today...

...to be able to observe an entirely new

approach to the treatment of insanity.

Dr. Ferral, I was just saying

to my colleagues...

...we're here in the hope you'll permit us

to observe this new treatment of yours.

I wasn't expecting

such distinguished visitors.

But you're all welcome, of course.

I'm ready to begin.

-Who is your patient?

-Ann Crook.

An unfortunate, Sir William,

who is hysterical and violent.

And has severe delusions of persecution.

Poor girl. Do please proceed.

Gentlemen.

We have one tap above...

...and one into the left lobe.

And...

...one on the right...

...and this unlucky patient's dementia...

...will no longer take a violent form.

Thanks to this simple procedure...

...we can now permanently alleviate

the poor girl's suffering.

What could I do?

I had to leave the baby with Ann's parents.

Rich man?

Thought he was gonna take care of her?

Knew that was too good to be true.

They're gonna kill every one of us.

Who is this Albert anyway?

Who cares about Albert

and Ann's troubles?

What are we gonna do?

We can't stay clear

of the Nichols boys forever.

They say that they held

poor Martha down...

...and watched her bleed

until she passed out.

Then they cut her throat.

McQueen is mad.

He enjoys hurting women.

It's insane that they want 4.

How are we gonna get 4?

Not with my old cunny.

I'd be lucky to get four pence.

Behave yourselves or bugger off.

You can bugger off.

We work, girls.

We work the streets harder than ever.

Right?

Right?

All right. We can do it here, but hurry up.

-The bobbies are tracking us tonight.

-Right.

Gotta get the old man hard first.

Give it here. I'll put it in meself.

-Is that in?

-Of course it is. Come on.

It's not.

You got it stuck between your legs.

No, I haven't. Come on.

I knows it when I feels it.

That's mine, Polly.

That's my money.

I could pop your eye out.

The customers wouldn't mind.

They don't mind if a whore can see.

-What's that you got there?

-What've I got here?

What have I got here, Constable?

Only a little thing.

Only a little thing to you,

but a great thing to me.

Move! Or I'll bash that smart mouth.

You're a dead woman.

Lovey, he won't bother you again tonight.

That's right. Look.

One for the Nichols, and one for me.

Come here.

We'll work the streets together.

I'll keep my eye on you, love.

You pig!

You disgusting pig!

Yeah, I'm a pig.

I'm what's wrong with the world.

Be on your own then.

No!

You don't want the company of a pig!

What the f*** are you looking at?

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