From Hell Page #4

but the uterus?

The liver, very hard to locate,

unless you know what you're doing.

And he was working quickly, in the dark.

I had held out hope that this...

...monster was a veterinarian or a furrier...

...or an especially well-educated butcher.

No, I must admit, if I were you...

...I'd look for someone with

a thorough knowledge of human anatomy.

Damn him.

Want me to suck it?

I can suck the Thames dry.

Don't be frightened, dearie.

How far advanced

is our grandson's malady?

No lesions have appeared.

There is some neural damage,

slight trembling of the right hand...

...but I'm more than hopeful,

the treatment will arrest the disease.

He seems, to us,

to be suffering greatly in his mind.

Is the disease affecting his emotions?

Yes, of course, his mood is depressed...

...because of the news of the diagnosis.

But that should improve

as he regains his strength.

You are a true physician, Sir William.

In all ways,

you attend to the health of our empire.

We are grateful.

Thank you, ma'am.

This is the beginning of a five-pointed star.

-Like the bloody Jewish star!

-Withers.

The Inspector is talking,

which means you are what?

-I'm listening, sir.

-Yes.

This area would form a likely point.

I want double shifts

within these streets until further notice.

And don't only worry

about Jews and butchers.

Stop anyone suspicious...

...including well-dressed gentlemen.

By the way, Withers...

...the Star of David has six points.

Right! "Once more unto the breach,

dear friends. "

Dismissed!

Why have you called me here?

It's just...

It's just,

you say three more have to be killed.

I can't take it, sir.

It's everywhere.

It's in all the papers.

I'm just a simple chap, sir.

I'm not a great man like you.

I just don't know where I am at anymore.

There, there, Netley.

I shall tell you where we are.

We are in the most extreme

and utter region of the human mind.

A radiant abyss,

where men meet themselves.

I don't understand that.

I don't understand, sir.

Hell, Netley.

We're in Hell.

Let me go! Get your hands off me!

Sorry about that, Inspector.

She's madly in love with me,

although she hides it well.

You said McQueen killed your two friends.

What are you doing here?

I see. Women are butchered

right and left in your district...

...and you can't do piss about it,

and I'm the fool?

We're watching. Can't arrest them

without evidence, so we watch them.

-What else can we do?

-I'll testify.

If you keep meself and me friends alive,

I'll testify.

To what, precisely?

McQueen said he'd cut me

unless I pay him 1 a week.

-No.

-What do you mean, "No"?

You asked me to testify.

Are you worried I'll let you down?

I won't. I promise I won't.

You testify against McQueen,

maybe he goes in for a year or two.

But his boys, they'll take their revenge

on you and your friends.

I can't let you do it.

It's your round this time!

I confess, I have an appetite.

One day, I'll be a great big, round woman

with a skinny little man for a husband.

And a dozen plump children, I imagine.

Do you think that's funny?

An unfortunate like me

being a decent mother?

No, I didn't mean that at all.

You'll be a wonderful mother someday.

Honest, I can see it.

I see you in a little cottage by the sea...

...surrounded by children.

I can see it, Mary, clear as day.

-I really do have visions, you know.

-Are you serious?

Sgt. Godley calls it my intuition.

As a matter of fact,

I have one about you in this case.

You have visions about me?

What might those be?

I want you to think carefully.

Besides McQueen,

besides these awful murders...

...has anything happened to you or your

friends that's a bit out of the ordinary?

Ben Kidney?

That's Special Branch she's describing.

What would Ben Kidney and

Special Branch be doing in Whitechapel?

Wait a minute.

She's Irish-born, isn't she?

There's your answer.

A secret Irish rebel.

That's why they'd be after her, right?

They were after Ann Crook, who was

having an affair with a wealthy gentleman.

A man she bore a child...

...a child that's now missing,

along with its grandparents.

Great.

Drive on, please, driver.

You do not f*** with Special Branch.

They f*** with you.

I don't know what you're thinking,

and I don't care to know.

-Mr. Kidney wants to see me.

-Mr. Kidney's gone, sir.

Didn't say where. Could be for the night.

No. He said he'd be back before 11:00,

and I should wait.

Where are you going?

He said I should wait in his office.

And what floor is Mr. Kidney's office on?

I don't know what floor, because

I haven't been to his f***in' office, have I?

He told me the desk man'd let me up,

but I'm happy to stand here like a knob...

...because you disobeyed

Ben Kidney's order.

-It's the second floor on the right.

-Thanks.

Free Ireland!

Free Ireland!

Get inside, sir!

Just some gunpowder, that's all.

Little more than a firework.

Anyone go in or out?

Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir, there's

an Inspector Abberline in your office.

No, there's nothing missing here.

Webster dossier seems to be complete.

The bastards have been in here, sir.

I can smell them.

-No.

-Yes.

No, not together. Too suspicious.

You wait for me, and if she's in there,

you can visit her on your own.

I'm going with you right now,

or I'm going to the newspapers.

I mean it.

There are a number of mental disorders

for which it is necessary to remove...

...the front part of the brain.

Her records indicate that she was violent...

...threatening to do harm to herself

and others.

-Does she have any relations?

-No, she's a ward of the state.

-That's a lie.

-Listen to me.

You're under arrest,

and here to assist my investigation.

-Keep your mouth shut! Is that clear?

-Sorry, sir.

Good.

What else do you know about her?

All we know is

that she was an unfortunate...

...who lived in the Whitechapel district.

I'd like to ask her a few questions.

You won't get any sense out of her.

I'm used to that.

Hello.

I brought Mary Kelly.

Do you remember Mary Kelly?

Ann, you know me,

I'm your best friend in all the world.

Go away.

Go away.

I'm going to find baby Alice.

I'm going to take care of her.

Alice is laughing to me.

Laughing to me all day long.

It's all right, darling.

What about her father?

Have you seen Alice's father, Ann?

He's a prince.

A prince.

And I'm a queen.

How do you know he was a painter?

He hired us to pose as artist's models.

What exactly does that entail,

artist's models?

We stood very still, so he could paint us.

What's the matter?

You think I was born a whore?

I'm sorry, I'm an unfortunate, not a whore.

England doesn't have whores...

...just a great mass

of very unlucky women.

So Ann Crook...

...and the painter became lovers.

Is that it?

He married her in a lovely Catholic church.

Saint Savior's.

I was a witness, as a matter of fact.

Married her in a Catholic church?

What do you think they've done

to baby Alice?

Special Branch dumped her

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