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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

when there are other asylums

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,

I was quite grateful to them.

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.

To labor amongst the

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.

That never occurred to me.

"Slip someone a Mickey."

That must be how me

da got me dear old ma

to lie still while he ah,

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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