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