Scene 3
Abberline slowly turns circles around Kelly.
KELLY: That girl! She never listens to me.
ABBERLINE: Why should I believe you are Jack the Ripper?
KELLY: I suggest no such thing!
ABBERLINE: Your letter mentioned Katherine Eddowes. You murdered your wife in a similar fashion five years prior.
KELLY: Stuck Sarah right in the neck.
ABBERLINE: You escaped this asylum in February of 1888?
KELLY: Some time around then. Before the Fall, obviously.
ABBERLINE: And then what? You needed a vacation?
KELLY: Thought I’d see what America was like.
ABBERLINE: I suppose you left a string of bodies there as well.
KELLY: We can leave it for those coppers to figger out.
ABBERLINE: You tried turning yourself in three times.
KELLY:, I sent letters. I sent cables. Finally I had to cross the ocean on my own and walk through the asylum doors myself, Inspector.
ABBERLINE: I am not an inspector!
KELLY: How well you remember all that blood?
ABBERLINE: Every last drop.
KELLY: Why isn’t Dr. Taylor here?
ABBERLINE: What is your story? Are you going tell me about, “Poor, Unfortunate Women,” and “Foggy Gas-lit Streets?” Let’s see if I can recite it with you, word-for-word.
KELLY: You ain’t even heard me yet!
ABBERLINE: I’ve heard it from every lunatic in the God-Forsaken Empire!
KELLY: But this time, you know it’s true.
Continued Monday
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