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From Hell Page #5
in Bishopsgate?
Yeah, as an unknown.
Why?
When I find out, I'll tell you.
-Take me to her. You have to.
-No. Not yet.
I need to know more first.
Look...
...I promise that I'll help you
with baby Alice, but not yet.
You've got to trust me, Mary,
I do. I do trust you.
Good.
Do you have little ones, Inspector?
No.
A year ago... No, two years...
I'm sorry, more than two years...
...my wife passed away...
...giving birth to what I'm told was a son.
I'm sorry.
Thanks.
I want to show you some paintings
on the way out.
-You're going to take me into the gallery?
-Why not?
Come on.
-Did you see the look on her face?
-I think she stopped breathing.
She's a fright.
Look at those cold eyes.
I feel like someone's walking
over my grave.
There's one more painting
I want you to see.
You know him, don't you?
"Those whom God has joined together,
let no man put asunder. "
I pronounce that they be man and wife.
-Sir William Gull, please.
-Sir William isn't receiving visitors.
Sir William? It's Inspector Abberline.
I need to speak with you, sir.
Sir William is ill.
He can't receive any visitors.
I said...
...you can't go in.
It's all right, Dr. Ferral,
I don't mind company.
Have Anna bring us some tea,
would you please?
I wish I could tell you
that your story was fantastical.
Unhappily, I cannot.
I know for a fact that the Prince
has a taste in unfortunate women.
And I suppose
that it's more than possible...
...he concocted this elaborate deception...
...to have some privacy
while he indulged in his secret life.
But I know one reason I have for stating...
...that Prince Edward being Jack the Ripper
is just incomprehensible.
What's that, sir?
If you repeat what I'm about to tell you,
both our lives are in jeopardy.
Indeed, I hope for your sake
that what I'm about to say...
...will steer you clear
of the very real danger you're in.
I think I'm well past
the point of safe return, sir.
Prince Edward has syphilis.
Not a pleasant state secret, but a vital one.
That proves it.
I couldn't understand why the Prince
was killing Ann Crook's friends...
...especially so savagely,
but he's not merely killing them...
...he's punishing them.
He wants revenge. Don't you see, sir?
No, Inspector, I don't see.
I'm afraid your wild speculations
about the Prince's mental state...
...clever though they may be,
can't overcome the physical impossibility...
...of his committing these crimes.
The disease is far enough along
that his hands tremble uncontrollably.
He's very weak, and the killings
of Jack the Ripper require sure hands...
...and considerable vigor.
And have you forgotten
the most telling fact?
Whatever else the Prince may be...
of human anatomy.
...to the center of the lodge
and force him to kneel...
...for the benefit of prayer.
Vouchsafe Thy name,
almighty Father of the universe...
...to this, our present convention.
Who is this?
A poor candidate in a state of darkness.
He comes of his own free will,
perfectly prepared...
...humbly soliciting to be admitted...
...into the mysteries and privileges.
In all cases of danger and distress,
in whom do you put your trust?
In God.
How did he find out
about the unfortunate and her child?
He has that kind of cleverness you'll
sometimes find in the middle classes.
A cheap sort of intelligence,
but effective nevertheless.
Thank God that's not something
you're burdened by.
Yes, thank God.
Recite the solemn oath.
"Never to reveal our secrets...
"... under no less a penalty than
my throat be cut across...
"... my tongue be torn out by its root...
"... and that I be buried in sand
a cable's length from shore. "
You don't think
Gull has confided in him, do you?
The old fellow isn't as far gone
as all that, is he?
No.
He's not that foolish.
Let the brother receive the light.
-I keep on hearing...
-... no time to scream...
Another beautiful murder.
Fear me. Jack the Ripper.
They're rubbish. You know that.
Yes, I agree. They're rubbish.
But why you believe that red-headed
jezebel, I'll never know.
Has it occurred to you that she
might like to make up stories?
Particularly about men.
She is after all, a whore.
She's a woman who...
"A rose by any other name"?
Is that it?
Frederick, my dear chum,
no one is more delighted than I am...
...that you decided to resume your interest
in the fairer sex, but please remember...
...a woman like that can make a man feel
whatever she wants him to feel.
-Sgt. Godley.
-Yes, sir.
Arrest the Nichol Street gang.
-Right away.
-I tried to stop them, Inspector.
This arrived in this afternoon's post.
"I send you half the kidney I took
from one woman preserved for you...
"... the other piece I fried and ate.
It was very nice. "
and done tonight.
"From Hell. "
At least they got the address right.
It can't be. Are you sure he was the same?
I know him. I posed for him twice meself.
I stood there naked as a babe,
watching him paint me for hours.
And he was with Ann for what,
over a year?
Nearly two.
Here you are. Hello, girls.
I told you to wait for me.
I can't stay in a pub and not have a drink.
It's cruel. But look who I bumped into.
Remember Ada?
She's from France.
Bruxelles.
She is pretty, isn't she?
Not in public, love.
Would you give us a minute alone?
We need to speak with Liz.
Ada, you stay where you are.
Come on, Mary, get the drinks in.
You don't have to worry
about Nichol Street for at least a week.
-I can keep them that long.
-That's something, anyway.
Thank you.
What about baby Alice?
Are you sure she's all right?
She's all right.
We'll get her out after this is over.
"We'll get her"?
Listen.
I want you and your friends
off the street until I can sort this thing out.
-For how long?
-A few days at least.
You better throw us in jail because
we have no money for food or a doss.
All right, take this.
Buy some food, get a room, and stay there.
Don't tell anyone where you're going.
I don't want to know.
In three days, come to the Ten Bells,
I'll leave a message with the barkeep.
What?
It's not enough?
I wish I could show you the little village
where I was born.
It's so lovely there.
It's by the sea,
where you said you saw me.
I used to think it too small
to spend a life in...
...but now I'm not so sure.
Don't.
What?
Do you think I'm paying you back?
I didn't mean it as business.
I'm still a woman.
They haven't taken that away from me,
not yet anyways.
Enough of that.
Now, lad, at least take...
Sorry, sir.
One more turn.
And curtsy.
And we're done.
Don't be modest, girl.
They don't care what we do.
I paid for your supper, remember.
Stop shaking your head at me, you slag!
-Leave her alone!
-She's my business, not yours!
-Liz, just be quiet for one bloody night.
-No, I f***ing won't keep my voice down!
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