From Hell Page #5
Go on! Get out!
Get out of here, you bloody whores.
When you have four pence...
...you can come back
with your ladies in waiting, Your Grace.
Shut up.
Back to work then.
Let's try and stay together.
-We can't. You know that.
-Then stay good and clear of Nichol Street.
Come on.
All right, Annie?
Bloody bastard.
-How's your head?
-Very funny.
Boo!
I didn't frighten you, did I?
I've been looking for you.
Been looking all over for you.
You've been looking for me?
Not for me. On behalf of my gentleman.
A very fine gentleman.
He sent me to find you.
Your gentleman sent you to find me?
Get off! I might be unfortunate,
but I'm not a blithering idiot.
It's the truth! The God's truth.
He's seen you. He likes you.
He said, tonight, only you'll do.
He said to find you, take you to
Hanover Street where he's waiting for you.
You're very pretty.
Go on. Get in, I'll take you there.
I almost forgot.
My gentleman got you a present.
-You like grapes?
-Yeah.
Your gentleman, he must be very refined.
-Very refined indeed.
-Get in.
-I'll take you there.
-All right.
Here we are.
-I'm a lucky lady.
-You are, lady.
Your gaffer,
does he want anything special?
Just the usual, I expect.
This alley takes you to the yard.
My gentleman is quiet.
He doesn't like disturbances.
What I want to know is, a toff like him...
...how much is he offering?
Here, 2 for now.
That'll do me.
Let me see you.
-Down there?
-Straight down to the door at the end.
Straight down there, right?
You watch your mouth!
Any more information?
My readers want to know.
Is it true you found a piece
of leather apron in her mouth?
No. But if it's your fancy, I'd be delighted
to stuff your mouth with leather.
Give us a tidbit, Sergeant.
We'll put your picture on the front page.
This is ridiculous.
There's a bloody murderer on the loose.
What about my wife?
This is Annie.
Yes. Another of the circle of friends.
Annie Chapman.
Dark Annie, they called her.
You still say this isn't the Nichols boys?
Did the constable show you the bit
of leather found by the waterspout?
Could be part of a butcher's apron.
Leather apron. Dear God,
we could be looking for a butcher after all.
I saw her.
-This one?
-Yeah, last night.
I saw her face.
-Don't trample over this area.
-Let us see the body!
-Come on, let us see.
-Oh, God.
There's your typical Londoner...
...imbued with the Christian spirit
of sympathy for his fellow man.
Or fellow whore, in this case.
He's really outdone himself this time.
He not only severed the intestines...
...he's carefully arranged them
around the neck and shoulders.
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