Drawn Up From Deep Places

Whatever you’re suggesting, Bowker, it can’t be true and you know it.

BOWKER

Do I? Why’d he come down from London, anyways? Because

of his treatments, his research? Or was it because the heat got

a bit too high ‘round Whitechapel way, eh?

POACHER

What’re you saying?

LEAN

That he’s the Ripper.

(To BOWKER)

Ain’t you?

BOWKER

Take a good look.

(He raises the jar, lets it fall with a sick THUD)

Draw your own conclusions.

PURL

For God’s sake, you can’t believe him!

LEAN

Sure I can.

POACHER

So can I.

SECOND BOY

But, Dad—

POACHER

Shut up, you! There’s his bag, that’s good enough!

BOWKER

Right then—let’s go.

MRS. BENTHAM

Have you all gone mad? Where to?

LEAN