Drawn Up From Deep Places

I don’t—think so.

MARY KELLY

Fair enough. Take my hand, mister; I’ll show you where

you ought to be.

FOOTSTEPS, as they walk together. The RIVER’S noise becomes LOUDER.

JACK

God, I’m so tired.

MARY KELLY

Gets to you, does it? The walking?

JACK

The searching.

MARY KELLY

Mmmm. Well, we’re all lookin’ for something, ain’t we?

(Their FOOTSTEPS STOP; they’re at the RIVER’S edge)

Here you are, then: Try it over. Maybe you can rest, you do it

right this time. Or maybe you never will.

JACK

Who are you?

MARY KELLY

Oh, we’ve met before.

(The sound of a dress being PULLED OPEN)

Take a good look.

JACK

You’ve . . . no face.

MARY KELLY

No face, no belly—not much of nothing, now. Cleaned me

right out, you did.

JACK

I—I don’t even know you.

MARY KELLY