Burke And Hare Page #2

You're a lazy good-for-nothing,

William Hare.

We're flat-out broke.

What about Old Donald's rent money?

- He's dead.

-- Dead.

-- Dead!

- What do you mean "dead"?

I mean deceased.

He stopped living and died.

So he didn't pay his rent, then?

Are you telling us Old Donald

is dead?

As a doornail.

So my suggestion is that you sort

yourselves out

and get rid ofthe body

before it starts to stink up the place

more than you two.

How are we supposed to do that?

Use your imagination, William.

It's about all you're good for

these days.

That's not working.

-- Right, now push his right leg down.

-- It won't go!

-- Gonna have to break his back.

-- What?!

Well, it's either that,

or we chop his legs off.

I know a building site in the New Town.

We can dump him there.

No problem at all.

-- Don't know about this, William.

-- It'll be a piece of cake.

-- It's only another mile or so.

-- Only another mile or so?

Let's stop over there, William.

This is thirsty work.

Right, get it up.

Watch your language,

you f*** in' son-of-a-b*tch bastard!

What are we gonna do, William?

There's no more canals to dig.

Don't you worry, Willy.

I have got all kinds of ideas.

Aye, but no money to speak of.

No plan.

Just enough money

for one last dram.

I'll drink to that.

-- Couple of large ones, Eileen.

-- Right away.

Willy!

How's business?

Never better, Fergus.

What about you?

Diversifying is what we're doing.

Mr. McTavish has moved into gambling,

opium distribution and...

pimping whores.

We've gone legitimate.

So no more digging up graves,

then?

Eh, it's nae worth

the bother any more.

Wee Tam McLintoch

and his militia,

they've declared a war

on grave robbery.

They're patrolling the graveyards

every night.

It's a shame, really.

We used to sell to Doctor Knox

at 3 pounds a cadaver.

And these days,

he'd be happy to pay double that.

And I thought life round here

was supposed to be cheap?

It is.

But the price rockets

once you're dead.

Willy...

So, this doctor is gonna give us money

to cut Old Donald up?

Old Donald is in heaven.

These are just his mortal remains.

You seem to have given this

an awful lot of thought.

When have I ever let you down?

-- When have you ever let me down?!

-- Oh, come on now, Willy.

Oh!

Holy sh*t e!

This is wrong.

There's only one Surgeon's Square

in Edinburgh, Willy.

No, what we're doing is wrong.

I'm sorry to disturb you, Doctor,

but we've two gentlemen

at the door to see you.

They appear to have

a herring barrel with them, sir.

I have no taste for herring, Patterson.

Send them away.

I believe there's something else

in their herring barrel for you, sir.

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