The Doctor and the Devils Page #5

I see my sister-in-law's been entertaining you.

Mr. Murray called to see

if Thomas was here.

He had something to discuss with him,

but now he says it doesn't matter,

does it, Mr. Murray?

Oh, hello.

I suppose you come for our Jen.

Hang on, I'll call her.

Jen?

Jennie? Your young man's here.

Leave you to it.

Blimey, you look like you've seen a ghost.

What are you doing here?

You said you'd never come here.

- I need you, Jennie.

- No, you shouldn't have come here.

You don't belong here, I do.

Look, the other day was special,

but that was the other day.

I'm a whore.

But I don't wanna be your whore.

Please don't come back again.

I never thought I'd see you

turn business away.

Old age does.

Ah, sod it. Come on, let's go and see

if someone'll buy us a drink.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my sweet little cousin, eh.

It's lucky we met you today.

You'll never be lonely again.

But I... I will see my brother, won't I?

Ah, you will, you will.

And your mother and your father,

and plenty more besides.

Come on now, in you go.

- Come on, come on. Here we are.

- Ah, come on.

Tell me, where are we going?

Come on, come on!

We'll have a party to wake the dead.

- Who are youse?

- These are the Webbs, Fallon.

Mr. and Mrs. Webb, and they've

a child asleep next door.

- What are they doing here?

- Lodgers, Broom. New lodgers.

God bless youse,

Mr. Webb and Mrs. Webb.

I'm Fallon. This is Mr. Broom...

...and this is Mrs. Flynn.

Yeah, Mrs. Flynn, my new found cousin

from Donegal, eh?

We'll have a party, eh, all of us?

Fit for the kings of Ireland, huh?

You stupid b*tch!

Lodgers, lodgers?

What'd ya take in lodgers for

without asking me and Fallon first?

We need the money, Broom.

- How much did you get?

- Two bob.

- Give us it.

- I haven't got it.

It's spent. It's spent, Broom.

Spent? On what?

Food.

Two shillings on food?

You lying b*tch.

Wait... here.

Never, never lie to Broom.

Kate, when I give you the nod,

get rid of, what's their name, Webbs.

How do you mean get rid of them?

Ah! Take 'em to your sisters,

anywhere, just get rid of 'em!

Me and Fallon's got work to do.

Hmm?

Mgmmy!

Mommy!

- Ah, please yourself.

Whee!

Oh, God help me.

Me feet are worn out.

And for having me boots off.

Here, have a drop of gin, darling.

That'll do your head good.

Oh, dear.

With all its shortcomings, I believe this city

of ours gives us much cause for pride.

Good men walk in dignity and peace,

and children play in green places.

I agree with Dr. Stevens.

This city has a heart of goodness.

And the bowels of squalor.

One cannot deny the poor exist.

We must do for them what we can.

This is a very cultured city.

We have theaters and libraries

and art galleries.

You can't deny that, Dr. Rock.

And as my husband says,

that is a cause for pride.

Observe with pride

the homeless and the hopeless

and the insane and the wretchedly drunken,

lying in their rags on the stinking cobbles.

Look at the beggars and the cripples

and the tainted children

and the pitiful, doomed girls.

Then, Dr. Stevens, perhaps you'd care

to write a scholastic pamphlet

on the depraved things that prowl

in the alleys, afraid to see the light.

They were men and women once.

Be proud of that, if you can.

Surely, Dr. Thornton, you're of the side of culture.

During some of my visits

to the poorer parts of the city with Dr. Rock...

Please excuse me. I shan't be long.

- How dare you?

- We have no choice.

Never, do you hear me? Never bring

these cadavers to my house again.

But just have a look at him, sir.

He's healthy, under 60,

and flesh still on the bone.

Barely comfortable in his grave, sir,

before we disturbed his sleep.

It's crawling with maggots.

I need fresh subjects,

specimens that I can teach with.

So we've heard... fresher than fresh,

but who knows

where they come from?

See my porter in the morning.

Tell him I said to pay you.

God be praised. The Lord be with you

in all your works.

Stop eating that bread and gin.

It's bad for the stomach.

God, you're an old spoil sport, Mrs. Webb.

You'd stop the dead dancing

on Judgment Day?

Ah, play on, Fallon! Ha ha ha!

Mommy!

Mommy! Mommy!

- All right, Nora, I'm coming.

- Mommy!

There's a child

that appreciates fine music, eh?

KN ' oh'.

For Lord's sake,

is this a lodging house or a wake?

Mommy!

Oh, the poor creature,

screams like it swallowed a pin,

and Fallon'll be playing

his whistle all night.

There'll be no breath of peace.

Let's take child away, eh?

My sister'll give you a bed.

Mama, the nasty one, he's a bad man.

He hit the lady.

Oh, yes, yes, I know.

Oh, there are some terrible people here.

Nora seen that fella hit that woman.

We're going to her sister's for the night,

and then we've got to find somewhere else.

- But we paid for the whole week.

- I know,

but there's something

about this place that's not right.

I'm afraid. They keep pouring drink

down that poor ol' Mrs. Flynn.

They're decent folk.

No, no, I feel it in my bones.

There's something wrong with this place.

Come on.

- Your sister's place, is it far from here?

- No, not far.

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Yahoo!

What's he doing?

Oh, God love me.

When I was a girl,

I could've gone on dancing forever.

- Not tonight, eh, darling? Not tonight.

- I've no breath after a bottle.

- Fancy singing a tune like that.

- Oh.

All I want to do is just

lay my head down and go to sleep.

So you shall, my dear, so you shall.

Give it to her, Fallon! Give it to her!

Do it, Fallon, do it! Quick, quick!

Give it to her, give it to her.

Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it.

Do it quick.

Is she dead, huh?

Is she dead, Fallon?

She's a tough ol' cow, this one.

She's a tough ol' cow.

Ah, she's gone, Fallon.

You done her good.

Try her, try her.

No!

No! No, Fallon! No, Fallon, no!

For Christ's sake, no!

No! Fallon, no!

For Christ's sake,

don't use your bare hands!

There's no life left in her,

or my name's not Robert Fallon.

- Oh, Jesus, we better move quick.

- Fetch the ring off her hand.

- All right, all right.

- Pull the thing, man, pull it, pull it!

- Calm!

- Give it here, give it here!

Hold it steady.

Shines like a diamond.

- Is it a diamond, Broom?

Sure. Sure, it's a diamond.

What else would it be?

God bless ya, Fallon,

we've struck it rich.

Aye, aye, we've earned

our money tonight.

Fresh bodies.

Fresh bodies.

Shut up, shut up. Someone hear.

She weighs a ton.

Got her?

There's marks, Fallon.

You left marks on her neck.

She's useless now.

We'll get nothing for her.

What?

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!

We got the ring... right?

Come on, let's get rid of her.

- Take an end.

- Boys.

- Good morning.

How'd you come by this?

Come by it?

What do you mean come by it?

That ring's been in my family

for centuries.

It was me mother's

and her mother's before it.

How much you want for it?

- Seven guineas.

- Seven guineas?

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