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