Helen: John, let me help you before you make things worse.
Druitt: And how is that possible? I've already murdered, what … seven whores? How could one more make the slightest difference?
(Molly cries out as Druitt grabs her, putting a knife to her throat)
Druitt: What more have I to lose?
Helen: Your power is driving you mad, John. I can help
Druitt: My power is all I have left.