The Limehouse Golem Page #7
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You're not entirely partial
to cucumber, are you?
What's this about, uncle?
Why'd you invite me?
I want to show you something.
Well, close your eyes.
Good girl.
Shh!
It's just my fun, Lizzie.
I like a good beating
every now and again.
Doesn't everyone?
I know her.
That's the girl who assisted
the great bolini.
She used to be sawn in half.
That's her, ducks.
What a performer.
But it's a shame she had
to leave the company.
Why have you shown me this?
Don't play the innocent with me.
I am not playing.
I am real.
Well, I'd be grateful
if you could oblige me, Lizzie,
with a pose, a tableau.
Perhaps a little beating?
I'd rather be
destroyed first.
I'm prepared to forget
this visit ever took place.
Well, as I said,
it is a pity she had to go.
She grew tired of performing.
Uncle:
Well, I find,as keeper of bunce,
that I can do as I please.
Now, you keep my secret
and I'll keep yours.
I have no secrets.
You shall in a moment.
Lizzie:
He said I'm returnto him next Sunday
To do the same again?
There's photographs.
John, I had to speak
of it to somebody.
This is monstrous, Lizzie!
You can't tell a soul.
I shall put a stop to this.
But first...
I wish to do this.
He's robbed you of your honor.
Let me restore it to you.
Uncle died three days
after John confronted him.
Uncle was not young.
He had a weak heart
and a fondness for drink.
That's not what Dan leno thinks.
He thinks that John blackmailed
uncle into changing his will
and then killed him.
500 and the camera.
It would seem I gave
an excellent beating.
You don't want
to be saved, do you?
Not by me.
Not by any man.
I don't deserve to be saved.
John, I can't.
Huh?
What do you mean?
We're husband and wife
now, Lizzie.
I know.
Three years I've waited.
Three years of courtship
and endless bloody engagement.
It's hardly my fault that panto
season extended 'til easter.
Would you have had me spend our
wedding night playing Aladdin?
It seems now that option
would've been
scarcely different.
Please, John,
just try to understand.
No, you understand!
John, please, I don't like it.
John cree:
I don't ask for gratitude
for all I've done for you.
All I ask is that you fulfill
your duties as a wife.
Man:
What are you doing here?Hello.
-Hello.
-Hello.
Dan:
I'll have a new contractdrawn up tomorrow, John John.
But don't you worry.
-Lizzie!
Lizzie.
Well, well.
If it isn't Mrs. John cree.
and you're missing
the roar
of the greasepaint already.
Lizzie:
Oh, nonsense.I've been too busy
to miss anything.
Oh, what tosh!
Little Lizzie without
an audience.
You mustn't let that
rotten man order you about so.
John is perfectly happy
for me to perform.
Still going to play the lead
in "misery junction."
Oh, come of it, Lizzie.
That man's so petrified
of failure
to finish it.
at the library.
It's almost complete.
I'm telling you as a friend,
Lizzie.
Forget "misery junction."
Forget John.
If you want your name
etched in stone,
you're gonna have to take up
the chisel yourself.
So, to what do we owe
the pleasure?
I'm actually here
to see aveline.
I have a proposition
for you, dear.
I'm in need of a ladies' maid.
-Me?
-Mm-hmm.
You must be playing.
I can offer you twice the weekly
wage you're earning here.
What I require is some help
bearing the load of my --
my wifely duties.
Dear god, Lizzie.
Do you know how John's play
is coming along?
Very nicely, he tells me.
You know,
there's no need for you
to prepare his
nightly cordial, Lizzie.
I can do it.
I make one for myself.
It's no more effort
to prepare two.
Aveline:
I'd be happy to make both.
to your quarters
before I take John's to his.
Mm.
What on earth
are you doing here?
I should ask you the same thing,
because I know what it is
you're not doing,
and that is writing.
Why tell me "misery junction"
was not finished
when it was hardly even begun?
-It was!
It's nearly complete.
I've just put it aside for now.
Put it aside?
I support you financially.
I allow that your
every need is met!
Oh, don't pillory me
about my damn play
if what really irks you
is aveline.
Why would that irk me?
Go home, Lizzie.
Let me finish my research.
Your research?
Into what?
My play.
My new play.
But what of "misery junction"?
I grew tired of Katherine dove.
Is there a role in it for me?
John cree:
No, Lizzie.There is not.
You're a lady now,
and the stage
is no place for a lady.
You staged it without permission
and it was poorly received.
"'Misery junction' leaves
audience in misery, indeed."
Isn't it funny how
the savage reviews are the ones
you can recall word for word?
More! More!
Lizzie:
Uncle, please.
You have stolen my honor!
I am innocent!
You wish to be a man?
Just pretend that I'm a women!
It's Lizzie they're mocking,
John.
It's not your play.
You lie!
This was not for me!
This was for you!
You wish to prove
yourself as an actress,
you selfish whore,
and you failed even at that!
You are the failure.
-Jesus!
-See?
John?
You are just as all men.
One more word from your mouth
and I will snap
your wretched neck!
--John, go home.
My play was unfinished
and you destroyed it!
Destroyed me and my reputation!
You don't have a reputation!
Who do you believe
yourself to be?
You are nobody, John, nobody,
and you never will be!
Get out of here, John.
Out!
Look at you both.
You're clowns.
Worthless clowns.
You're the ones who'll
be forgotten, not me.
Not me.
Man:
Whoa! Whoa!-Aveline:
John?-John cree:
Drive on.-Aveline:
John.-Man:
Giddyup!John.
John.
John!
That opening night,
September the 5th,
it drove him over the edge,
but not to suicide.
the world that he was an artist.
That night, the golem
made his first kill,
and you think
it's your fault.
You are putting words
in my mouth.
Why this dance, Lizzie?
Why won't you admit
that you came to know
or at least suspect
what he'd become?
If this is a dance,
it is you who is leading.
Let me read you
the last entry.
"Ratcliffe highway was
a tour de force.
And as an actor may take home
a program as a souvenir,
so I returned with
a blood-soaked shawl
belonging to the clothes
seller's wife.
The next night,
fearful of discovery,
and therein lay my mistake.
Lizzie:
John, you're home.I didn't hear you come in.
John cree:
There were no questions asked,
no recriminations.
I believe a homemade punishment
may be planned for me instead.
I no longer feel safe
under my own roof.
I cannot go on like this.
You poisoned him, didn't you?
Lizzie, listen to me.
We have a few minutes.
You can still change your plea.
Confess.
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