The Doctor and the Devils Page #4

and penny pill-pushers.

It is our duty to improve

the quality of human life.

Oh, Jennie. Oh, Jennie.

Oh, Jennie, I love you.

You've gotta forgive me.

I love you.

When can I see you again?

Buy yourself something nice, Jennie.

No, I don't want your money.

See for yourself, Harry.

They were men and women once.

- Please, mister.

- Please, uh, move aside.

No, I'm not here on the game.

See, you saved my brother Billy's leg, and...

and see, I... I just wanted to thank you.

Look, I appreciate your thanks,

but, really, I... I can't accept a gift.

Please. I know it's not worth much.

I think if you was to pawn it,

you would get more than sixpence for it.

But it's of value to me,

and I'd like you to have it.

- Really, I... I can't.

- Thank you for what you done.

Billy's walking ever so well now.

Aren't people extraordinary?

Have another drink.

Have another drink.

- Come on now.

- That's the stuff.

He said come on.

That'll do you good.

Come on, now.

Ha ha! We brought you

a little present, girls.

What have you got now,

you drunken sods.

Look what we brought ya...

a poor old gentleman

with nowhere to sleep,

nowhere to sleep but with us.

Away with your bother. Have your money ready.

We'll be back, huh?

Oh, now we've money enough

for the boards.

Another one delivered this evening, sir.

Fallon and Broom again, sir.

Must be their seventh, maybe their eighth.

- Did you pay them?

- Seven sovereigns, sir.

But it's fresh. They're always fresh.

Not even the smell of the grave on it.

Come on, come on!

I won, I won!

Ah, God bless the little fella!

I won! I won, I won, I won!

God bless the little bastard!

Well, what did I tell ya, huh?

You know your birds.

I'll say that for ya,

you know your birds.

Next fight.

The black cock Brooks Fancy.

The white cock...

Now here's your chance

to make a real killing.

A real killing, huh?

A real killing, huh?

We've done that before, eh?

- Shut it, Fallon.

- The white one, the white one.

The white one,

do you see him over there?

That white cock has won six straight

and not a feather out of place.

Put the lot on him.

Alas, all of it on the white one?

- Didn't Mr. Fallon here say I know my birds.

- He did, he did, he did.

I'm telling you the white one is

the cock of the north. He can't be beat.

What do you think, Fallon?

Ah, let's do the lot, huh? All of it.

All of it on the cock of the north, eh?

- Hurry, come on.

This will make you rich, my friends.

Rich. Cock of the north.

- Brooks Fancy. Ha!

- Two p's on the black.

Fight.

- Come on, come on, come on!

- Come on, come on!

Go on, my beauty, that's it!

Go on, get him!

- Go on, get him!

Come on!

- Go on in, that's right. Go on, get him.

- Come on, come on!

Come on! Come on!

- Get him!

- Kill him!

Ha ha! Ha ha ha! He's winning!

- Come on, kill!

- Get up, get up!

- Yeah! Kill, kill!

- Kill him, you bastard!

- Kill him!

- Come on, get up, get up!

- Get up, get up!

- That's it, yes! Go on!

You've got him. Yay!

- He's dead, he's dead, he's dead, huh'?

- Yaw.!

Gentlemen, gentlemen, what can I say?

- Oh, ya bastard!

- Fallon!

I'll kill ya, swine!

Not here.

Not now.

O'Connor, you're a bastard.

- We'd like the money.

- I haven't got the money.

Go through his pockets.

Two sovereigns.

Come on, out!

Dr. Rock.

You knock at the door

very softly, Mr. Murray.

Last night I saw Fallon and Broom

plying an old man, a derelict, with gin.

Now that same man has been delivered

to this academy by Fallon and Broom.

He is dead.

Well, the way they swill that gut rot,

I'm not surprised.

It isn't the gin, sir.

It's Fallon and Broom.

They've delivered nearly a dozen bodies,

and each time it's the same story,

young or old, they're never diseased.

There are never any signs

of violence on the bodies.

What are you driving at?

I think we're being supplied

with the victims of murder.

That's a very dangerous thing

to say, Mr. Murray.

We are anatomists, not policemen.

We're scientists, not moralists.

I need bodies. They brought bodies.

I pay for what I need.

I do not hire murderers.

Here, I'll give you some of this, eh?

I'll take this and this.

Hey, hey, hey!

Where do you two think you're going?

You haven't paid for your drinks.

- Oh, you'll be paid before we meet again.

- And when's that to be?

- When we get more, you'll get more.

- I'll believe it when I see it.

Here, give that to your wife.

Can you believe that man?

The money we put into his hand,

he tries to stop our credit.

What?

What've you got there?

Oh, God, Broom.

That's why I love ya.

For the last time, I don't know no Flynn.

It's Timothy Boylan Flynn

from County Donegal.

It's my brother. He... he come over here

two years ago.

He followed the tinker's trade.

- I don't know a Flynn.

I've never known a Flynn,

and I don't wanted to.

But he's a tall, dark boy,

and the lobes of his ears is pointed.

I never clocked eyes

on such a fella.

Here, a parting gift from himself.

Timothy Boylan Flynn.

Did you say the name Flynn?

- It is, yes.

- That's me mother's name.

Oh, what from... from Ardara, Donegal?

Ah, that's me mother's home town.

- Oh, no.

- Would your name be Flynn as well?

Oh, it would. It would, indeed, yes.

I'm looking for me brother.

He's a tinker by trade.

He's all I have in the world.

- You've nobody?

- No, me only kith and kin.

- Well, not any more, eh, not any more.

You must be me cousin.

- No.

Me little cousin Flynn

from Donegal.

Broom, did you hear that?

Eh, Flynn from Donegal,

all alone in the world.

- Is that a fact?

- It's my brother I'm looking for.

Well, we'll help you find him, eh, eh?

We'll pull the whole town to do it.

But, wait, we'll have a drink, eh?

Come on, now. Have a drink of that, eh?

Eh, me new found cousin...

Fallon and Broom to commit murder

and to sell him the bodies.

Less than 24 hours before

he was delivered to the Academy,

I saw that same old man alive.

It isn't possible

he could've died a natural death.

Can't people die a natural death

in 24 hours?

He did not die a natural death.

Was this old man strangled or stabbed

or shot or poisoned

or beaten to death?

There were no signs of violence

on the body.

And so you have no proof at all.

How could you?

Why did you come to me with such a story?

You should go to the police.

I thought of that.

I thought of everything.

And if you call my husband a murderer,

everyone will call you a murderer.

They will call you murderer and butcher.

All I know is that if he didn't

pay them to commit murder,

then he bought the bodies knowing

that they had been murdered.

I thought it was one of your duties

to buy the bodies.

Will that help you very much

when you accuse him?

Will you go to the police now?

Will you tell everybody

what you've told me?

It will be quite easy for you

to wreck your life and his and mine.

I shan't try to stop you.

Good afternoon, Mr. Murray.

I didn't know anyone had called.

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