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injured, inspector, and...

He's suffering from memory loss,

he wont be any use to you now.

I think at some point he is

going to want to talk about...

I know. I do understand. If I could have just a few words with him

...completely unofficial interview,

only the briefest exchange...

could be infinitely helpful to me.

Francis Abberline, Scotland Yard. Honored to meet you, Mr Talbot.

I'm a huge admirer.

Sorry to hear of your troubles, do hope they wont impede

your return to the stage.

Thank you.

Shall we?

- Please.

I understood your injury was quite savage?

Yes...

I hope you don't find this prurient, but....

would it be possible to me arrange for a

specialist to examine you?

It's amazing what we can discern

by scientific means, these days.

At your convenience, of course.

- Of course.

What a great mystery it is

given there are no natural predators left in England

capable of inflicting such...

horrific injury.

The savagery of the attack would

suggest the action of an animal...

Or a lunatic, perhaps.

Someone with a history of...

mental disturbance who had spent time inside an asylum,

who may have suffered injuries

at the hands of his victims...

I get your implication...

and resent it.

You are clearly aware of

my personal history,as I believe, I am aware of yours.

Weren't you in charge of the

"Ripper case" a couple of years back?

You're a direct man, so I'll

be equally direct with you.

I'm not your enemy, Mr Talbot.

You've been seen as Hamlet, Macbeth, Richard the Third.

All with that same face.

A prudent man would ask who

else might be living inside that head of yours.

Good day, Inspector.

So you won't mind if I establish your whereabouts

on the night in question?

Feel free.

Good day, Mr Talbot.

I'll be sending my specialists to examine you,

at your convenience,

of course.

Lawrence?

You all right?

- Yes.

What did the inspector say?

He asked a lot of questions.

I'm sorry. I feel so responsible

for what's happened to you...

If I hadn't sent that letter you

would be back in New York... - No, no...

It was right that I came back.

You mustn't feel like that.

No.

Try.

Well, I can't make it skip like you.

You have to flick it.

May I?

- Yes.

When you throw it away,

turn your wrist up...and whip it....

Wrist up, whip it....

Make sure you swing your hips.

What's it like in New York?

Do you hear that?

What?

Horses.

Hello Doctor! I thought our appointment

wasn't until Friday?

Come with us.

- It's nearly the full moon.

You were bitten by the Beast.

You bear his mark now.

Mr Talbot. There are many of us here...

Who are looking for a natural explanation.

Help us.

- Come on, Talbot. Show us your wounds.

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