So cold . . .
From a nearby alley, a familiar voice.
MARY KELLY
Here, who’s that? I’ll soon get you warm, mister.
JACK
I beg your pardon?
MARY KELLY
Oh, you should.
(Moving closer)
Don’t be sorry, though—just come this way. The sure cure for
cold’s right up my alley.
JACK
This fog’s so thick, I can barely see you.
MARY KELLY
Aw, but you don’t need your eyes for the close work, do ya?
Just your hands, and . . . whatever else.
(A beat)
What’s wrong with you, anyway?
JACK
I’m lost.
MARY KELLY
Step under the light.
JACK does. MARY KELLY RECOGNIZES him.
MARY KELLY
Oh ho, well. You are lost.
JACK
Do you know me?
MARY KELLY
Don’t you know me?
JACK