Scene 7
KELLY: He won’t likely wait long for Dr. Taylor.
ALICE: You pipe down, okay?
Abberline enters.
ABBERLINE: Dr. Taylor must have gotten bored waiting for me. Or perhaps he went off to find the guards. I left a note I’d wait for him here.
ALICE: I think we should hold off on this discussion until he gets here.
KELLY: You should listen to her, Inspector. She’s got a good head on her shoulders.
ABBERLINE: I don’t think there is anything worth concerning him with.
KELLY: A regular Georgia Peach.
ALICE: Then you won’t mind waiting.
KELLY: That’s what they called girls like her in America.
ABBERLINE: I’d really like to be on my way. I was hoping you’d let me continue my interview.
KELLY: Do you know what a Georgia Peach is, Alice?
ALICE: (glaring at Abberline) I’m afraid not.
KELLY: Right purdy li’l things, and smart as a whip, too.
ABBERLINE: I filled out the necessary forms to speak with this patient. I don’t have time to wait for some over-educated key-turner to give me permission a second time.
KELLY: I used to love walking down the dirt roads and just pluck them right off the trees.
ALICE: These men ain’t taking the burden of your mistakes!
KELLY: You take a big, meaty bite outta them, and let the juice run down your cheeks.
ABBERLINE: Your patient wrote to me, remember? If you would give me five minutes, I’d be happy to prove you right.
ALICE: I’ve seen what kind of treatment the cops administer in those five minutes.
KELLY: The Sun hits you in the face, and you just know somebody’s lookin’ out for ya.
ABBERLINE: It would waste a lot more of my time than yours.
KELLY: I’d give anything to have another one a them days!
ABBERLINE: James Kelly is not Jack the Ripper.
KELLY: Finally, he’s starting to catch on!
Continued Wednesday
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