From Hell Page #3

Not for me. On behalf of my gentleman.

A very fine gentleman.

He sent me to find you.

Your gentleman sent you to find me?

Get off! I might be unfortunate,

but I'm not a blithering idiot.

It's the truth! The God's truth.

He's seen you. He likes you.

He said, tonight, only you'll do.

He said to find you, take you to

Hanover Street where he's waiting for you.

You're very pretty.

Go on. Get in, I'll take you there.

I almost forgot.

My gentleman got you a present.

-You like grapes?

-Yeah.

Your gentleman, he must be very refined.

-Very refined indeed.

-Get in.

-I'll take you there.

-All right.

Here we are.

-I'm a lucky lady.

-You are, lady.

Your gaffer,

does he want anything special?

Just the usual, I expect.

This alley takes you to the yard.

My gentleman is quiet.

He doesn't like disturbances.

What I want to know is, a toff like him...

...how much is he offering?

Here, 2 for now.

That'll do me.

Let me see you.

-Down there?

-Straight down to the door at the end.

Straight down there, right?

You watch your mouth!

Any more information?

My readers want to know.

Is it true you found a piece

of leather apron in her mouth?

No. But if it's your fancy, I'd be delighted

to stuff your mouth with leather.

Give us a tidbit, Sergeant.

We'll put your picture on the front page.

Do something about this.

This is ridiculous.

There's a bloody murderer on the loose.

What about my wife?

This is Annie.

Yes. Another of the circle of friends.

Annie Chapman.

Dark Annie, they called her.

You still say this isn't the Nichols boys?

Did the constable show you the bit

of leather found by the waterspout?

Could be part of a butcher's apron.

Leather apron. Dear God,

we could be looking for a butcher after all.

I saw her.

-This one?

-Yeah, last night.

I saw her face.

-Don't trample over this area.

-Let us see the body!

-Come on, let us see.

-Oh, God.

There's your typical Londoner...

...imbued with the Christian spirit

of sympathy for his fellow man.

Or fellow whore, in this case.

He's really outdone himself this time.

He not only severed the intestines...

...he's carefully arranged them

around the neck and shoulders.

I think he's taken more organs this time.

Grapes again. Why grapes?

Only Polly and Dark Annie

were given grapes.

Only they were disemboweled

in such a meticulous fashion.

This ain't killing for profit.

This is ritual.

Yeah, but why grapes?

So they'll trust whatever he offers.

I've never fully understood that tradition.

They're for the ferryman.

The ferryman who takes the body

across the river into the land of the dead.

If she don't have the money to pay him...

...she'd have to wander,

forever lost between the two worlds.

I need to consult a doctor.

Are you ill, Inspector?

A surgeon, to be specific.

The killer removed

the victim's uterus and its attachments.

My God. He's out of his mind.

That's very astute of you, sir.

I don't appreciate sarcasm, Inspector.

I'm sorry, sir. I meant nothing by it.

You already have a surgeon

at your disposal.

I need a man with a strong stomach

and a sober mind.

The police surgeon has neither.

-No. Request denied.

-Why?

Are you questioning my decision?

No, sir. I simply want to know why.

There's already too much nonsense

and gossip in the press.

You start consulting doctors, and

all sorts of wild notions will be printed.

No one else is to see the bodies.

It is my honor...

...to present this unique

medical phenomenon.

Until last week, Mr. Joseph Merrick-

John Merrick.

I beg your pardon.

Mr. John Merrick was an attraction

at a side show.

Now he's being cared for

at England's leading hospital.

With your generosity,

we will be able to continue to do so.

Ladies and gentlemen...

...Mr. John Merrick.

Turn around.

It should've been killed at birth.

Good health!

That will be the last one,

Your Royal Highness.

...a psychotic patient.

Pardon me, sir. Are you Dr. Ferral?

I am.

I'm Inspector Abberline,

assigned to Whitechapel.

Oh, my Lord! You're the Ripper case.

-Am I right?

-Yeah.

Jolly good.

You've come to the perfect place.

We've got butchers aplenty here.

I see.

I could certainly use your expertise

to help solve this case.

They tell me you're

the best young surgeon in London.

Really?

I don't see how a reputable surgeon

could know anything about it.

This country's overrun

with foreigners, Orientals.

Jews.

Socialists trying to stir things up

against our monarchy.

That's who you should be pursuing,

don't you think?

Excuse me.

You don't belong here, do you?

I'm afraid Dr. Ferral suffers

from the surgeon's malady.

What's that, sir?

Want of feeling.

He knows everything about anatomy

and nothing about the soul.

How may I assist you, Inspector?

Forgive my ignorance, but...

...are you a surgeon?

I was.

Unfortunately,

I suffered a brain seizure six months ago.

-I'm sorry to hear that, sir.

-Yes, these days I limit myself to teaching.

So you see, I'm accustomed

to answering questions, Inspector.

Could you tell me

what sort of a knife this would be?

I think you mean to draw a Liston knife.

It's named for Liston,

who was a surgeon in the Crimean War.

Because there was

no anesthetic on the battlefield...

...he had to carry out

his amputations very quickly.

Do you, by any chance,

have the police surgeon's report available?

-Yes, I do, sir.

-May I?

You must keep this confidential.

Of course.

Thank you.

Wouldn't someone

have heard their screams?

Not if he cut their throats first.

How can you be sure they wouldn't

react to seeing the Liston knife?

Grapes.

He offers them grapes first.

-Grapes are very tempting.

-They'd gobble them up.

He might offer them a drink

to ease them down.

A drink laced with laudanum.

How do you know that?

I found a sprig of grapes

on both victims' bodies.

And I smelled the laudanum on their lips.

Laudanum is a derivative of opium.

Apart from doctors and addicts,

not many would recognize it.

How long have you

chased the dragon, Inspector?

These should help with the headaches.

Opium leaches minerals out of the body,

so I've also given you a tonic.

That'll help to restore your appetite.

Thank you very much, sir.

-I'm a fool.

-I don't think you're a fool.

Far from it.

I ought to have known that you're

physician ordinary to the royal family.

It's certainly an honor, but it's an honor

bestowed on many doctors.

Now, about our friend here.

He cut their throats from left to right.

Therefore, he's right-handed.

Excuse me.

He had to slice through

four layers of tissue...

...and up to an inch of subcutaneous fat.

After that...

...he entered the abdominal cavity, so he

would've used more than the Liston knife.

Perhaps he was carrying

a portable amputation kit similar to this.

What do you think?

Is it possible that the killer

is an educated man?

Perhaps someone who studied medicine,

but who is not a surgeon himself?.

The intestines are simple enough,

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