The Limehouse Golem Page #4
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She means she's the prompt.
I was only saying earlier
you might make a good gagger.
She's got the dial for it,
hasn't she, uncle?
Say that again.
She's got the dial for it,
hasn't she, uncle?
Dan:
Oh, thank you.I don't know where
you put it all, Victor.
You must have hollow legs.
I can hold as much as the next
man, thank you very much.
Pour a quart in a pint pot,
you'll make a mess.
Nonsense.
I'm as right as rain.
Can't keep a good man down,
as they say,
but I know where you can
put a good man up.
Aah!
What in god's name is going on?
Nothing.
Lizzie stepped on my foot
by mistake.
No harm done.
This is no place
Come, gentlemen.
No harm done.
As the executioner said
to the hanged man.
I'll -- I'll -- I'll take her.
There's no need.
I can walk alone.
John cree:
No, I'll not hear of it.
Please, your food will get cold.
I'll be quite safe.
Our digs are just
around the corner.
Then I'll be back in good time.
Uncle:
Watch yourself, Victor.John cree's got a temper.
I'm not afraid of him.
Dan:
Lizzie...I'm afraid there's...
Awful news.
Victor was found at the bottom
of the stairs last night.
Kildare:
Lizzie...Are you trying to tell me
you suspected John cree?
I didn't say that.
I merely said he was protective.
You said the same of Dan leno.
I seem to ignite the urge
in men.
He was a terrible little turd.
But he was our
terrible little turd.
That's it,
cheer up.
I've suggested that we make
tonight's show
a special tribute.
We'll give him a grand send-off,
won't we?
Kildare:
Did you ever speakof it to John?
Lizzie:
No.I never spoke of it to anyone.
I preferred to
chalk it up to fate.
Would you rather owe your
happiness to simple good fortune
or to an unspeakable
act of violence?
Little Victor's death
brought you happiness?
Lizzie:
Little Victor's deathgave me life.
Dan:
The people come throughthe doors and they laugh.
Uncle:
Dan, I was hoping you'dwipe your ass with the papers.
You don't read them.
-Dan:
What more can I do?Lizzie:
Dan?respects to little Victor, too?
Good god.
This is a funny thing.
What a funny thing.
Lizzie:
Just a little song.A blue one maybe,
Victor would like that.
as if I were a man.
It could be a scream.
-Go on, then, Lizzie.
Give it a try.
Isn't that costume a little bit
small for you, dear?
That's the point.
Excuse me --
oh!
Oblige again!
Lizzie, oblige again!
They want more!
I don't have any more.
You have them!
Would you look at these
rotten cotton gloves?
That saltwater
will shrink anything.
Least that's what the ladies
down at the docks tell me.
I don't know, I just looked at
the gloves and they looked
so absurd that the line just
came to me like that.
It could be your catchphrase.
No need to dip
into the blue bag so much.
They loved it.
They loved it all.
They love you.
And who wouldn't.
-Uncle!
-Aveline:
Careful, uncle.With Lizzie in that getup,
anyone looking over might think
you have an eye for the boys.
Well, let them think
what they like.
More drinks, please!
Little Victor wouldn't
have wanted any of us
standing up at the end
of the night.
I'm tired, I'm afraid.
Walk me home, will you, John?
I'll come back.
Why are you still
wearing your costume?
I hoped it might
keep the men away.
You prefer the girls, Lizzie?
Nothing wrong in that if you do.
Come on, no need to make
something from nothing.
You dress like a girl.
-Yeah, on stage.
Well, if you really care,
maybe I like
how I felt on stage.
I care.
I care to see you happy.
Tonight...
Tonight, you look happy.
Flood:
We still needhandwriting samples
from Marx, gissing, and leno.
Kildare:
Did you speakwith the maid again?
Flood:
Aveline Ortega?I did, sir.
She won't hear a word
said against him.
You showed her
the journal entries?
She swore
the writing wasn't his.
If cree were our golem,
of him destroying his papers.
And god knows
as a failed playwright,
cree must've grown sick
earn London's attention.
Do you fancy another?
Trying to get me drunk?
A pint, please.
It was a joke.
Didn't mean nothing.
I didn't mean to offend.
I'm...
On your side.
It's not the golem
haunting you, is it?
It's her.
She's going to hang, flood.
We have to rule out
the other suspects.
Well, I may have found
an eyewitness in limehouse, sir.
Scaoil liom! Scaoil liom!
You're not in any trouble.
I'm taking you to someone
who can translate.
Understand?
This is -- this is sister Mary.
T mo mhthair tar
is m a dhol cheana.
T fear do m'fhuadach
ar mo l breithe.
The child says
she's not for sale.
Her mum's got a fella
taking her on her next birthday.
No, no, please.
Tell her my colleague
showed her some photographs,
suspects in a crime.
She seemed to recognize
one of them.
We need to know where
and when she saw him.
Flood:
Sir, this is whereSolomon weil lived!
The scholar, the third victim.
-kildare:
Number 4.This man?
Families starve in the streets.
Women are used up
and thrown away, then you --
you persecute one
who fights for the people.
You're not fit to clean the
boots of a man like Karl Marx.
So...
London declares that
the Jew was murdered
by a Jewish monster?
And so absolves itself
of all responsibility.
Make no mistake, gentlemen,
it is not Solomon weil
who's mutilated
and murdered here.
It is the Jew.
None of the golem's
other victims were hebrews, sir.
Marx:
But do you not see?the very symbols of the city --
the Jew, the whore.
They are
the sacrificial tributes
in this labyrinth of London.
And so of course must
be ritually butchered.
What is it that
you wish me to write?
"The morning herald...
Had declined
to review my debut."
Marx:
All that work for nothing.
I resolved that this time
I'd put on a show
A fine opening act
of the crowd-pleasing sort.
Marx:
And I wenton to create a spectacle
that no beholder
would ever forget.
"It was all too easy
to kill a whore.
Tonight I would return
to kill the Jew."
This is absurd.
You didn't do this.
Of course I didn't.
Greatorex:
Would you agreewith the defendant
that in the weeks
before his death,
Mr. cree had seemed "morbid"?
No, sir.
He was in good spirits.
Greatorex:
And how would youdescribe relations
between Mr. cree and his wife?
Aveline:
Not especially good, sir.
They saw very little
of each other.
And yet Mrs. cree insisted on
preparing him a nightly draft?
That is correct, sir.
Greatorex:
And did you hearMr. cree express suspicions
that she might have tainted
this draft with something?
Not quite.
Though just before his death,
I overheard them in dispute.
I heard Mr. cree say,
"you devil.
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