Eliza Graves Page #4
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Oh, Jeremiah.
He killed his wife with a hammer.
Not without
provocation, mind you.
But what's he doing here
in the staff parlor?
When I was a medical
officer in the war,
we would on occasion invite the
enlisted men to dine with us.
It strengthened the bond between
the men and... kept morale high.
And I believe the same
principal applies here.
It's therapeutic for the patients
to mix with polite society,
and, I might add,
for polite society to mix with them.
Dinner is served.
Good boy.
Good boy.
Good boy.
Good boy.
Tell me, doctor,
what do you think of our little asylum?
Why, it's quite... unlike
anything I've ever known.
Newgate recently took his
medical degree at Oxford.
But why come
all the way here
far closer to London?
Well, I've always longed to return
to the countryside, I suppose.
You know, I-I grew up
in a farm in Yorkshire,
and, uh, some
of my fondest memories
are of the cows and chickens
that were my playmates.
You don't have
the Yorkshire man's accent.
Why's that, Ted?
Well, my, my,
my parents died when I was six
so I was sent to an
orphanage in London.
Appalling place.
But, I mean, you know, fascinating if one
was curious about human nature as I was.
In a funny way,
How so?
Well, misery has a way of
clarifying one's convictions.
See, it was in the orphanage that I
realized what my life's work would be.
wretched and the friendless.
And to give these poor
souls some small measure
of hope and kindness
in a world
that knows too little.
Forgive me, I-I seem to have turned
dinner into a Dickens' novel.
Bon appetite.
What is this tonight, Finn?
Squirrel?
At present we find ourselves
somewhat modestly provisioned.
A toast to Mr. Finn
for providing such fine victuals
for our Christmas repast.
Mickey Finn.
I'm-I'm sorry.
Is that really your name?
'Tis. Why?
Well, you know,
to slip someone a Mickey Finn,
you know,
with knock-out drops.
It's quite,
quite, uh...
Well, quite.
"Slip someone a Mickey."
That must be how me
da got me dear old ma
ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
You'll forgive me if I don't
find that at all amusing.
No?
What would bring a smile to that
puckered-ass of a mouth of yours?
That will be
enough, Finn.
My apologies.
I meant no offense.
Yeah, well, none taken.
That's the Christmas spirit.
Come now.
Let me offer you a little
drink of friendship.
No, no, no.
I've had quite enough.
Come on,
we're celebrating.
Honestly, Finn.
I'm sure he doesn't mind raising
a glass to our Lord and Savior.
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