From Hell Page #6

Grapes again. Why grapes?

Only Polly and Dark Annie

were given grapes.

Only they were disemboweled

in such a meticulous fashion.

This ain't killing for profit.

This is ritual.

Yeah, but why grapes?

So they'll trust whatever he offers.

I've never fully understood that tradition.

They're for the ferryman.

The ferryman who takes the body

across the river into the land of the dead.

If she don't have the money to pay him...

...she'd have to wander,

forever lost between the two worlds.

I need to consult a doctor.

Are you ill, Inspector?

A surgeon, to be specific.

The killer removed

the victim's uterus and its attachments.

My God. He's out of his mind.

That's very astute of you, sir.

I don't appreciate sarcasm, Inspector.

I'm sorry, sir. I meant nothing by it.

You already have a surgeon

at your disposal.

I need a man with a strong stomach

and a sober mind.

The police surgeon has neither.

-No. Request denied.

-Why?

Are you questioning my decision?

No, sir. I simply want to know why.

There's already too much nonsense

and gossip in the press.

You start consulting doctors, and

all sorts of wild notions will be printed.

No one else is to see the bodies.

It is my honor...

...to present this unique

medical phenomenon.

Until last week, Mr. Joseph Merrick-

John Merrick.

I beg your pardon.

Mr. John Merrick was an attraction

at a side show.

Now he's being cared for

at England's leading hospital.

With your generosity,

we will be able to continue to do so.

Ladies and gentlemen...

...Mr. John Merrick.

Turn around.

It should've been killed at birth.

Good health!

That will be the last one,

Your Royal Highness.

...a psychotic patient.

Pardon me, sir. Are you Dr. Ferral?

I am.

I'm Inspector Abberline,

assigned to Whitechapel.

Oh, my Lord! You're the Ripper case.

-Am I right?

-Yeah.

Jolly good.

You've come to the perfect place.

We've got butchers aplenty here.

I see.

I could certainly use your expertise

to help solve this case.

They tell me you're

the best young surgeon in London.

Really?

I don't see how a reputable surgeon

could know anything about it.

This country's overrun

with foreigners, Orientals.

Jews.

Socialists trying to stir things up

against our monarchy.

That's who you should be pursuing,

don't you think?

Excuse me.

You don't belong here, do you?

I'm afraid Dr. Ferral suffers

from the surgeon's malady.

What's that, sir?

Want of feeling.

He knows everything about anatomy

and nothing about the soul.

How may I assist you, Inspector?

Forgive my ignorance, but...

...are you a surgeon?

I was.

Unfortunately,

I suffered a brain seizure six months ago.

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