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They're gonna kill every one of us.
Who is this Albert anyway?
and Ann's troubles?
What are we gonna do?
We can't stay clear
of the Nichols boys forever.
They say that they held
poor Martha down...
...and watched her bleed
until she passed out.
Then they cut her throat.
McQueen is mad.
It's insane that they want 4.
How are we gonna get 4?
Not with my old cunny.
I'd be lucky to get four pence.
Behave yourselves or bugger off.
You can bugger off.
We work, girls.
We work the streets harder than ever.
Right?
Right?
All right. We can do it here, but hurry up.
-The bobbies are tracking us tonight.
-Right.
Gotta get the old man hard first.
Give it here. I'll put it in meself.
-Is that in?
-Of course it is. Come on.
It's not.
You got it stuck between your legs.
No, I haven't. Come on.
That's mine, Polly.
That's my money.
I could pop your eye out.
The customers wouldn't mind.
They don't mind if a whore can see.
-What's that you got there?
-What've I got here?
What have I got here, Constable?
Only a little thing.
Move! Or I'll bash that smart mouth.
You're a dead woman.
Lovey, he won't bother you again tonight.
That's right. Look.
One for the Nichols, and one for me.
Come here.
We'll work the streets together.
I'll keep my eye on you, love.
You pig!
You disgusting pig!
Yeah, I'm a pig.
I'm what's wrong with the world.
Be on your own then.
No!
You don't want the company of a pig!
What the f*** are you looking at?
Thirsty?
That was the thing that was in my dream.
-What's it called again?
-Cleopatra's needle.
Cleopatra. She was a beauty, wasn't she?
It was carved 1,500 years
before the Son of God was born.
Six men died to bring it here...
...from Egypt.
May the good Lord have mercy.
She was like that when I found her.
All murdered.
What kind of monster did this?
The boys have made their rounds
of the taverns...
...and the delightful domiciles
that make up this charming street.
Will it surprise you
that no one heard a sound?
Her throat was cut,
but there's no arterial spray on the wall.
She was killed somewhere else.
It rained last night, didn't it?
She's dry.
She was brought here
in a carriage or something.
Her throat must've been cut
in the carriage.
I imagine they stopped it over there.
They?
There's more than one?
Most definitely.
This was all in your vision?
Jesus!
So, definitely more than one person.
It has to be a message
from the Nichols boys. Right?
What the hell?
That's grapes, isn't it?
What the hell would a bangtail
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