From Hell Page #6

Don't go out tonight, it's not safe.

I'll just get something to sustain myself.

-I'll be right back!

-Don't be so f***ing stupid!

-Do without for a night.

-No. I want a f***ing drink.

Here we are.

Service records.

"Grenadier Guards. Lt. Benjamin Kidney. "

There.

Just as you suspected.

Before he joined Special Branch...

...Ben Kidney served

in the Grenadier Guards.

Part of his duties included

assisting a field surgeon.

Let me tell you something of which

I am absolutely certain.

Assisting an expert is a different thing,

a very different thing...

...from doing it oneself.

Think about it.

Someone's got to clean up after the Prince.

Whose job is it to take care

of the widow's messes?

You've turned into Othello,

do you know that?

Everything is a suspicion.

And like that tragic Moor...

...all your suspicions will end up

in your own demise.

Heaven's sake,

these women aren't just being silenced.

They're being murdered most brutally.

Why would Ben Kidney do that?

To scare people.

-To keep their mind off the real point.

-Which is?

Think what's at stake for Special Branch.

Prince Edward married Ann Crook,

a commoner and a Catholic.

Married her in a Catholic church,

they had a baby, a legitimate baby...

...who is in fact

heir to the throne of England.

All these women were there.

All these women were eyewitnesses

to an event...

...that could rip the empire to pieces.

Once she starts drinking,

she'll go all night, you know that.

-She knows how dangerous it is.

-She don't believe you about the Prince.

She thinks you're feeding that copper

candies to keep him interested.

Hello, sir.

Is anything wrong, my dear?

No, sir. For a moment,

I thought you were someone else.

Thirsty?

Always parched, sir.

Perhaps there is somewhere nearby

that we might go...

...while my coachman keeps watch.

Yeah.

This way.

Follow me.

It's this way.

Follow me.

I dropped my grapes.

No!

What the f*** are you looking at?

Shut up!

I hear someone coming, sir.

Sir!

It's one of them, isn't it?

The throat's cut the same way.

Yeah.

He didn't finish.

She's no less dead for that.

He won't be satisfied by this.

Wilkins.

Fetch the ambulance. Go on, run along.

Excuse me, miss.

You could be dead...

...right now.

But then there would be

too many bloody questions.

Ignore the old man's blathering.

Find a scapegoat,

or next time we won't care who asks:

"Whatever happened to

Inspector Abberline?"

We should hurry up, sir. It's clearing up.

Do you have a piece of chalk, Netley?

Chalk, sir?

They found another one in Mitre Square!

Nice work, Inspector.

You've encouraged him to do two a night.

Out of the f***ing way.

Catherine Eddowes.

There's some writing on the wall,

just down the road.

You should have a look at it.

"The Jews are the men that will

not be blamed for nothing. "

It's hardly Shakespeare, but it'll do.

Madam, slow down.

Make sure you get the apron as well.

It was written by the killer, sir.

And how do you know that?

I was here three quarters of an hour ago.

This building, mostly Jews live here.

Is that right?

Yeah, that's right.

Ready now, sir.

Put that away,

and get out of here immediately.

Abberline?

-Wash that off.

-What?

-You heard me.

-It's evidence, sir.

Listen to me.

In another hour, there will be

If those words are seen,

not a Jew in London will be safe.

We'll have mayhem on the streets,

so wash it off.

That's an educated hand, sir.

An educated man wrote that.

-Look for yourself.

-I don't have to look, I've seen it.

An educated man

knows how to spell "Jews. "

I don't know what this refers to...

...but I'm sure it's got nothing to do

with the people who live around here.

Sergeant, I want two constables

to wash that off.

What are you looking to him for?

Wash it off!

Yes, sir.

Six men have seen it already,

the Sergeant has copied it down.

I'll remember these words

for as long as I live.

So all you're doing

is destroying its value as evidence.

No, all I am doing is taking charge

of an investigation...

...that you have bungled to the point

of gross inefficiency, and I've had enough.

You are suspended from duty, Abberline.

Inspector Abberline is suspended.

All of his privileges are cancelled.

You have not seen her, then?

If she comes around, give her this.

Long letter, eh?

This is for your trouble.

The letter's private, you understand?

I understand.

Who is this?

Recite the solemn oath.

"Never to reveal our secrets... "

Grapes again.

Why grapes?

This ain't killing for profit.

He's not that foolish.

-Are you questioning my decision?

-Find a scapegoat.

"... my throat be cut across... "

This is ritual.

"Jubela, Jubelo, Jubelum. "

Jews.

It's me, Ada. Only me.

I bring everything for supper.

You little thief, I need this money.

I just take some money and buy food,

for me and for you. Is that bad, Mary?

It's fine, dear.

You're a good person, but listen...

...until I go away from London,

it's not safe for you to go out.

Understand?

I stay with Mary.

Beautiful Mary.

It's all right, darling.

You don't have to pay for your food.

Pardon?

Here's to our feast.

I'm so sorry to greet you like this,

Inspector...

...but I'm late for an appointment.

Will you excuse me

if I finish dressing while we talk?

-Please, go on.

-Thank you.

I'd like to speak to you

about the Freemasons, if I might.

Yes.

The arrangement of the coins

at Dark Annie's feet...

...and also the locations of the bodies...

...form a pentacle star.

A pentacle star is the symbol

of the Freemasons, is it not?

Yes.

And the way that these women

were killed...

...throats cut left to right...

...their organs removed.

They're reenactments, aren't they?

Reenactments of what?

The Jews.

The traitors who killed Hiram Abiff,

founder of the Masons.

That's how they were executed.

Yes, so the Great Book tells us.

So Jack the Ripper isn't just

merely killing whores.

He's executing traitors.

He's a Mason fulfilling a duty.

Yes, I'm afraid, Inspector...

...that you won't be permitted

to arrest him.

I don't want to arrest him.

The Ripper has one more traitor

yet to kill...

...and I will stop him.

Did they come to you, sir...

...as a loyal Mason?

Did they ask you to help them

cover up the Prince's secret marriage?

That's how it started, yes.

And then you discovered

the Prince had syphilis.

He's going to die of it, Inspector.

Would you like a tour

of the syphilis wards?

You're physician in ordinary to the Queen...

...entrusted with the well-being

of the heir to the throne.

Only you had reason to believe

that these unfortunates...

...these whores...

...these traitors...

...destroyed your life's work.

Below the skin of history...

...are London's veins.

These symbols, the mitre...

...the pentacle star...

...even someone as ignorant

and degenerate as you...

...can sense that they course with

energy and meaning.

I am that meaning.

I am that energy.

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