Is it true, Sergeant, you were sweet on Rose, but that she let you down? That makes her a fool, and more besides. There's not a girl here who doesn't think you are the finest of men.
If we just... sat here for a while, in this chair, you and I, and perhaps I might sleep for a moment or so... if we did that, would you tell no one what had passed? I, uh... I do not ask you to lie, simply to say nothing if questioned.
No sorcery known will allow a man ingress until she first lowers that drawbridge down. You need to make her start wondering after you. Feel the twinge of intrigue, fellow feelings of vulnerability. Here, here, you see? Mother, cruelly killed when she was but a child. Father in lockdown and a stranger to her. You need to make yourself the same, Flight. You need to build yourself a story, tragic loss, destitution. It's got to be perfect, it's got to be detailed and, most important, it has got to be felt. Right here, in your heart, with your own secrets. When you lie, you lie with your own hidden truth.
Bella Drake Maybe he just understands what it is to be lonely. Say a law was made tomorrow... for you to love me was a crime. They say it's filthy and unnatural. Would you stop, Bennet? Turn off your love like a gas tap, just to obey?
Oh, I am rational, inspector. And I hear every day men such as yourself, who would have us believe our journey to truth will set us free. But man has no more desire for truth than a dung beetle. Like any animal, he desires meat and sex. And like any animal who feels himself caged by what he is, he will yearn for anything that lies beyond the bars. Dee called it magic. You call it progress.
You have no wish to speak with me, Bennet. I see that. But I will not be diverted now that I have found you, because I am your true friend. I know that I have been cruel to you in the past. And you must look at me now and see nothing but a reminder of your pain. But I am your friend and I will not desert you. So you go back to your graves and your dosshouses, and you be sure of this: as the day begins and the night ends, you will find me waiting for you. You think you can hide from life, and perhaps another man might, but not such a man as you, Bennet Drake. You believe yourself accursed. You are not. You believe you carry only pain into other people's lives. You do not. Bennet, you brought love into mine, a love that is keener now than ever it was. You are a good man. You are a good man. I will say those words until the day I die. Bennet Drake is the best of men and this life, this world, will not let him sink from its surface.
Say, imagine, we might, you and I, walk into a chophouse on the Commercial Road, and, in that chophouse, we lay our hands upon the shoulder of the man the world made, the Ripper, know him unequivocally for that killer. What would we do?
FAFred Abberline
There is what I would like to do, and there is what I am permitted to do.
(seeing a patient out of his surgery) That's gonna itch like hell for a couple days, but that's Mother Nature's way of telling you not to put it there.
