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�2.7 for the Burberry and the hat.

- There you are.
- Thank you, sir.

Did you come off the Ella Campbell, sir?

Who told you? Who said I
came off the Ella Campbell?

Who's been spying on me?

Why, nobody, sir. I just
thought she's unloading...

I don't wanna be spied on.
Understand? I've had enough of that.

Yes, sir. No offense, I assure you.

Here's your change, and, thank you, sir.

- I say, uh, I'm sorry I jumped on you.
- Quite all right, sir.

You see, I've been away.

Oh, have you, now? And where
have you been, might I ask?

I don't know. I've been lost.

And, you won't be wanting these, sir?

Ah, it's just an old rag. Keep
it. I'm on my way to plenty.

Thank you, sir. And, good luck to you.

Will you join us in a cocktail?

We can't, Mother. We're
late. It's his fault.

It's not my fault, it's my editor's.

You're a journalist, aren't you?

Well, that's nicely put. I'm a reporter.

- But you do write features.
- Now, Julie, don't interrupt.

- You're stopping at the inn, I believe?
- Yes, it's quite attractive.

He says the maids are very pretty, too.

I say, Julie, I wouldn't
take that bright line

with Lady Anstey, if I were you.

Mark, do you think your grandmother
will find me an evil influence?

You don't know my grandmother.

- Shall we go?
- All right.

Are you sure you can't stay to dinner?

I'm afraid not, Mother.
We're late already. Goodbye.

- Goodbye, darling.
- Bye, Daddy.

- They weren't so grim, were they?
- No.

Did I look as silly as I felt?

I wondered if you felt
as silly as you looked.

Well?

- Well, she might pick worse.
- Heavens, yes. Best blood in the county.

Family, yes. But no money, of course.

Well, after all, our
grandchildren would hardly starve.

Julie.

- Yes?
- A person, Sir Jasper, by appointment.

- Appointment? - Yes, sir.
He said it's of long-standing.

- Irene, did you...
- Who is it, Cleghorn?

He said his name is Robert Griffin.

What did you say?

His name, Robert Griffin, sir.

Well, you didn't hear
right. You couldn't.

- Show him in, Cleghorn, at once!
- Yes, sir.

Why, Jasper, it isn't
possible. It can't be Rob!

- I wonder.
- But they told us... Salam swore that...

Hello, Jasper. Irene.

Now, don't tell me
you don't recognize me.

- Rob! Rob, you old rascal, you!
- Oh!

Rob, my dear! Oh, thank heavens...

I knew you'd be glad to
see me. My old friends.

- But how on Earth did you...
- Where have you been?

Come on. Give me your coat.
Sit down. Tell us what happened.

Maybe, you'd better tell me. I was
a little confused that last day.

Well, no wonder. You were
burning up with fever.

Yes. Fighting our way
through that foul jungle.

You and Jasper were right behind me.

I remember that part of it.

- And all of a sudden...
- I saw it, Rob. The branch, I mean.

I saw it fall. I called, "Look out!"

Dear Irene. You did your best, I know.

But something hit me on the head.

- We thought you were done for.
- Yes.

You went on without me.

Look here, Rob. The
supplies were running out,

and the bearers were
getting out of hand.

Do you think I should have stayed
with you and sent Irene on alone?

Why, no, Jasper, not for the world.

It wasn't easy going
on without you, Rob,

- but we left Salam with you.
- The only one we could trust.

And when he caught up with
us, he swore that you had died.

You see, we had no reason to doubt him.

What happened, Rob, after you came to?

I don't know.

I don't remember a single thing
after I got that blow on the head.

Not until the next blow.
That was two months ago.

No!

- Why, it's more than five years.
- I know.

And they're gone, clean gone!

What I did, or where I
went, it's all a blank.

- Until two months ago.
- And then?

Well, I was working
on the docks in Durban.

That's where I got
hit by a loading crane.

- And that brought your memory back?
- Perfectly.

I came to in a hospital in Natal.

I knew if I could ever get
back to you, my old friends,

- that you'd be waiting for me.
- Oh, but naturally.

Waiting to hand over
my share, my full share.

I've kept the agreement, you know.

Remember how we drew it up
in Kalos Hotel in Mozambique?

Here.

"One half of any, and all properties
discovered in the Tanganyika country."

That's quite right, old boy.

We found it, didn't we?
A whole diamond field.

That is, I found it. I
made you rich, didn't I?

Yes, it turned out pretty
well for all of us, Rob.

What do you mean, "pretty
well"? There was a million in it.

- There was, but there isn't now.
- Why not? Why isn't there?

Oh, I lost it, Rob, a
great part of it, anyway.

- Bad investments.
- Of my money?

Rob, please try to understand.
We thought that you were dead.

You were our closest friend.

You told us yourself
you had no relatives.

Ah, who cares what you thought?

The paper says... But I
haven't got it, I tell you!

I'll give you half of our
own money, more than half.

- It's not enough.
- Oh, please...

- I want it all!
- You'll ruin us.

Who cares?

You'll take everything, even Shortlands?

To the last penny, if
there's any law in England.

I've got my proofs.
I'll have you in court.

I'll make your name a byword.

I'll tell them how
you tried to murder me!

- Now, hold on, Rob!
- That's not true.

But, Jasper, he's right. A
mere half would be an insult.

Don't worry, Rob.

I'm not the one that has to worry.

You'll get all that's coming to you.

Now, how about a drink?
I think we all need it.

Yes. I'll get it.

Uh, Jasper, would you mind
poking up the fire a bit?

Of course.

- What would you have, Rob?
- Whiskey.

Done yourself well, haven't you?

Is this one of your "bad investments"?

I didn't buy Shortlands.
It came down to me.

Like your title? Old and honorable, eh?

Stop being sinister,
Rob. It isn't becoming.

- There you are.
- Thanks.

A bit smoky, that scotch. I
hope you don't mind. Jasper.

I'm sorry I jumped on you like that.

Well, here's how.

- Julie?
- Yes, that's Julie.

I'd know her anywhere.

I bet you never dreamed what became of
that picture you had of her on safari.

It was lost. No, it wasn't.

I've got it. I've kept it always.

I'm a deep one, you know.

I've always been a deep
one. Lay my plans ahead.

Ah.

Why not? It's the thing to do, isn't it?

Marry into some honorable
family, good blood.

- I'm as good as the next one, aren't I?
- Why, of course, Rob.

- Well, then why isn't she here?
- She'll be home tomorrow.

Huh.

I must spruce up a bit. It'd
never do to see me like this.

- I...
- Jasper, help him.

Here, hold on, now. What's the matter?

Uh...

I don't know, I...

- Everything is swimming.
- Sit down a minute.

It'll pass. So much excitement.

Uh, I'll be all right.
Don't try anything.

I...

I want my half. I want Julie.

He's unconscious. What's
happened to him, Irene?

The man is definitely psychopathic.

You see how one drink has
affected his warped mind?

This is not the man we
knew and loved, Jasper.

This is a madman. He's dangerous.

He honestly believes we
tried to kill him in Africa.

There's no telling what he may
do when he regains consciousness.

We've got to get him off the property.

Yes, I suppose so. It
seems brutal, but...

Well, I suppose it's the best
way, for his sake, as well as ours.

The authorities will pick
him up and care for him.

I won't let him ruin
our lives and Julie's.

No, no, you can't do that, Irene.

You heard what he threatened.
Do you want a scandal?

Do you want him blackmailing
us and persecuting Julie?

No. No, of course, not.

Then we must keep this,
and take care of it,

until he's rational again.
And then give it back to him,

and make whatever
settlement he feels is fair.

Naturally, neither of us want
to cheat him out of his rights,

but certainly, we can't
have a madman roaming about,

with a club like this over our heads.

As soon as he's able to walk...

Well, it won't do you any good,
'cause I'll come back, Jasper.

I'll come back. And when
I do, I'll get you and...

- Oh, Cleghorn?
- Yes, sir?

If that fellow ever shows his face
in here again, send for the police.

- You understand?
- Yes, Sir Jasper.

Help!

Help!

- Hello!
- Help!

Something's happened around here.

Here, here, over here! Come
over here! Hey, come over here!

- Move your hands!
- Over here!

Keep it comin'. Here we are. Give
me your hand. Give me your hand.

There you are. Come on
out, up here. There you are.

Come on, old lad. That's the stuff.

Get right up there. There you are.

My word, eh! What happened to ya?

And if you think of makin' me a
handsome reward for savin' your life,

why, let's not talk about it.

That is, not now.

You know, if half of
what you told me is true,

we've got a case against
Sir Jasper and his lady

that'll rock this bloomin'
kingdom to its foundations.

Hey, we can make a pretty
penny besides, too, you know.

It's all true, every word of it.
I've got the proof right here.

The agreement, signed
with his own handwriting.

Half of everything we find, we... Why...

Why, it's gone!

- Gone?
- Yes, they've stolen it.

- Are you sure?
- Have a look yourself.

Did you look in all the pockets?

Oh, strewth! Blimey!

Nipped your papers, and
tried to drown you besides.

- A bit nasty, I calls it.
- Crooks! Murderers!

If there was only some
way I could make them pay.

Oh, they'll pay, all
right. Have no fear of that.

You don't think I'm going to sit still
and see me old friend put upon, do you?

Not on your life!

I'd fight for you and I'd bleed for you!

Now, stop worrying, will you?

'Cause from now on, I'm takin' charge.

What I need, is a lawyer.

A legal mind, that's what
we need, all right. But who?

Hey, I know the very bloke!

- Who?
- Jim Feeney.

He's fearless, and you can trust him.

A little. And, I'll watch him, too.

Sure! Look, me and him, we'll go
marching up to Shortlands tomorrow,

and I'll see Sir Jasper, and I'll
tell him off right to his bare face!

I must remind you, Herbert,
of the law of criminal libel.

All right. All right.

But you ain't going to
look very nice in court

with charges of murder
and robbery against ya.

They're very grave charges, Sir Jasper,

but, uh, we're not unreasonable.

We're here to discuss a
settlement out of court.

Yes. Empowered by my friend
and partner, Rob Griffin.

And what does your old friend
and partner expect to get?

Half. No less than half of what
you took out of his diamond mine.

And damages to the tune
of a million pounds.

That's what we're gonna ask for,

and that's what we're gonna get,

if I've got to fight through
every court in England,

up to the very steps
of the Crown itself.

- Excuse me, sir.
- What is it, Cleghorn?

Her ladyship wishes to
remind you it's teatime.

And Sir Frederick
Travers has dropped in.

Would you please ask Sir Frederick
to be so good as to join us here?

Yes, sir.

- Did you say "Sir Frederick Travers"?
- Yes.

The Chief Constable.

Well, what are you starin' at
me like that for, Jim Feeney?

Looks like you swallowed
your own Adam's apple.

I'm not afraid. I don't
care who comes in the room.

I have a conscience as
pure as a baby's breath.

Now, look, Sir Jasper,

how 'bout making a settlement
for �50? This is me last word.

- Hello, Herrick.
- Oh, hello, Travers.

- Sit down, won't you?
- Well, what's the latest?

Oh, nothing very much,
except our friend here

is just trying a spot of blackmail.

- Blackmail, indeed.
- "Blackmail"?

When I bring a story
here as true as gospel?

Well, if you don't
believe me, ask Griffin.

- Who's Griffin?
- Oh, some tramp who turned up here yesterday.

- I threw him out.
- "Threw him out"?

You threw him in the river!

And I jumped in after him
at the risk of me own life.

I don't know what he may
have got into afterwards,

but he left here on his own legs.

If you wish, you may ask
my butler. He saw him go.

Ooh. You've got a witness.

Well, that, uh, alters the
case entirely. I was misled.

Grossly misled. Good
afternoon, gentlemen.

I wash my hands of the whole affair.

You, and Pontius Pilate.

- Well, do you wish to prosecute?
- Yes, I think...

No, no, Sir Jasper. Please. Now,
look, there's something wrong here.

I'm an honest man.

I was inveigled in this
by this bloke, Feeney.

And Griffin... I never saw him before
in me life till last night, sir.

Herbert, you better stick
to your shoe-mending.

And tell your pal, Griffin,
to get out of my jurisdiction.

Yes, sir. He gets right
out of my house tonight.

Fine. I'll send a constable
just to make sure he goes.

Thank you. Good night, sir.

- Yes, what is it?
- I've missed my way.

Can you tell me where
I'll hit the London road?

- It's a bad night to be out.
- I haven't any choice.

- You look ill.
- I'm quite fit, thanks.

Are you, indeed? It happens,
I'm a doctor. Come in.

Maybe, I'd better warn you.
There's a constable after me.

Constable?

You are a fugitive?

Next thing to it.

Come in just the same. I
may be able to help you.

- A criminal needs a doctor's care as...
- I'm no criminal!

Two of your local bigwigs robbed me.

Now, they're running
me out of the district.

Oh. That's too bad.

Picking on a stranger,
huh? A man without a friend.

That's what I am. It's
good of you to help me.

Maybe we can help each
other. Come this way.

Don't be afraid. We're quite alone.

My neighbors give me a wide berth.
That's what I want, to be left in peace.

Only to be left in peace until...

Quiet, Snapper. Quiet.

Pioneers have always had
to contend with fools.

Look at Galileo. Look at Pasteur. Huh?

Who believed Curie, except
his wife? What about Ehrlich?

Mind the stairs here.
The steps are uneven.

Peel off your coat.
Make yourself at home.

- I could do with a spot of whiskey.
- Right.

I don't entertain often.

But the day will come when
the greatest scientists

of Europe will knock at my door.

Then you'll be proud to
say you'd once had supper

with the great Dr. Drury.

There you are. Sit down, help yourself.

Thanks.

Well, happy days! Well, happy days!

- What was that?
- Methuselah, my old parrot.

- Beautiful plumage, hasn't he?
- Hello! Hello!

Yes, beautiful.

I suppose you think I'm mad, don't you?

No, no.

Quiet, Brutus.

I'm not a crank, you know, nor a quack.

Look at my degrees there on the wall.

Aberdeen, Berlin, Vienna.

Coming, Brutus, coming.

Come on, boy.

Steady. Think I'll just
chain you up to be sure.

Come on, boy.

I might have been a
fashionable physician, yes,

with my brougham and my titled
patients, but there was something bigger.

Do you want it? Speak for it.

That's the boy. Nicely,
now. Don't snatch.

In the name of...

What's the matter? Can't I feed my dog?

Or don't you think there is a dog?

- Why, why, yes, of course. Only...
- Only you doubt it, huh?

Very well. Put out your hand, feel it.

Quiet, Brutus.

But there is a dog. A
huge one. I could feel it.

Of course, of course. Specially
trained as my bodyguard.

He'd probably kill anyone
that raised a hand to me.

Oh, but the dog's
invisible. That's impossible.

In this house, you've got to
believe what you can't see.

Come on, boy.

Come on.

Lie down.

What a breeze! What a breeze!

Sails down! Sails down!
What a breeze! What a breeze!

- It's incredible.
- Not at all if you grasp the theory.

Tell me, have you ever
studied optical density?

Molecular physics?

- No.
- No? That's too bad.

See here, in simple terms,
you're an intelligent man.

A body either absorbs light, or
it reflects it, or it refracts it.

If it does none of these things,

if its refractive index
is sufficiently lowered,

it cannot of itself be visible.

- Can you grasp that?
- Well, uh...

Well, let's look at it this way.

The air you breathe,
it has body, hasn't it?

And yet, you can't see it. Or,
clear water in a glass bottle.

Haven't you ever been
fooled, and thought it empty?

- Why, yes.
- Well, then it's not so strange, is it?

The problem was to find a formula.

A geometric expression
involving four dimensions.

For use on tissue, bone, blood.

I found it.

But how? How did you first...

I began working with small animals.

Mice, rabbits, guinea pigs.

Brutus here is the biggest
subject I've work on...

So far.

And it doesn't hurt?

It hasn't hurt him. He's well and happy.

Whereas before, it was a
tough life, wasn't it, old boy?

A big mongrel. Nobody's cur.

The well-bred dogs at
the gentry picked on him.

They would.

He hadn't a chance when
they came in couples.

They all hunt in couples, the gentry.

But when I made him invisible,
then it was his turn.

Wasn't it, old boy?

- Had them at his mercy, didn't he?
- Oh, quite.

Made them wish they'd never been born.

Now, if a man were invisible,
he'd be hard to find.

You couldn't make a man invisible.
You're just talking. You're boasting!

- You couldn't.
- Oh, couldn't I?

If he had the courage,
if he weren't a weakling,

a neurotic with a persecution complex.

Who hasn't got the courage?

I warned you fairly.

I've never tried this on a human being.

Get on with it. I've
got nothing to lose.

Now, if you could just
make me like that dog...

I think I can. And if I can't...

Have you up for malpractice. Is that it?

No. Murder. Are you ready?

Go ahead.

- Will it take long?
- I can't be sure.

- Will I lose consciousness?
- For a while.

It stopped raining, hasn't it?

Yes.

Look here,

- I don't feel any different.
- Wait.

What is it?

Well, I was just thinking,

what a
cat-and-mouse game.

Enemy they can't see.

Can't get a hold of...

A man!

An invisible man!

The pulse is still strong.

Why, I've outstripped
the immortals of science.

Archimedes, Copernicus, Faraday, Darwin.

Now, I am immortal.

Look here, how long is this going
to take? I can't lie here all night.

Wait a minute. I think
perhaps a swallow of brandy.

Here. Drink this.

Now, lie still.

I want to make some notes while this
experiment is still fresh in my mind.

My hand. It's gone!

It worked. Dr. Drury!

Why didn't you tell me?

Is there any danger of
my turning visible again?

Not till you're dead.

And I've got a good
long while before that.

And a lot to do.

Yes, yes, there is a lot to do.

Now, you'd better lie
down and get some sleep.

- And don't worry.
- Me, worry? Others will do the worrying.

Tomorrow I'll pen my campaign.
I must inform the papers.

There'll be interviews and pictures.

I'll be invited to address
the royal societies.

Now, run along and get some rest.

- What are you doing?
- I'm leaving.

I'm no human guinea
pig to make you famous.

- I've got my own plans.
- Why, you can't do that. You can't go now!

You thought you got rid of
me, Jasper, but I've come back.

- Who's that?
- It's me, Jasper.

Your old friend, Bob
Griffin. Don't you remember?

What is this? Where are you?

You can't see me, Jasper.

I know. I know. You're outside.

- But you're hiding somewhere.
- Cold, Jasper. Still cold.

But you're in this room,
Griffin, and I will find you!

Yes, Jasper. I am in
the room. I'm over here.

But you can't find me, Jasper.

I can see you, but you can't see me.

Oh, I could brain you if I
wanted to. Now you're at my mercy.

I could strangle you.

No!

See how easy it is?

Help! Help!

What is it you want, Griffin?

I'll tell you what I want.
I want everything you've got.

I want your money, I want your
house, and I am going to take Julie.

Sit down, Jasper. Sit down,
and write what I tell you.

I've already killed three
men with a knife like this,

and I wouldn't mind making it four.

Now sit down and write!

"I, Jasper Herrick, of my own free will,

"do hereby confess,

"that I, twice, tried to murder
my good friend, Robert Griffin."

You're mad, Griffin. That's
a lie, and you know it!

Shut up and write!

"In order to rob him
of that certain property

"known as Herrick Mines Limited,

"situated in the Tanganyika
Territory near Mongaburra.

"In, uh, partial expiation of my crime,

"I hereby assign all of my
property to said Robert Griffin,

"including the estates
known as 'Shortlands"'.

- No, no. I won't do that.
- Oh, yes, Jasper.

Or would you rather
have your throat cut?

That's it. Now, sign it.

Now, give it to me.

I don't trust you, Jasper, but
I've got you right where I want you.

From now on, you'll do exactly as I say.

"...do hereby confess,

"that I, twice, tried to murder
my good friend, Robert Griffin...

"In order to rob him
of that certain property

"known as Herrick Mines Limited,

"situated in the
Tanganyika Territory..."

Hey! No, you don't. Up to
your old tricks, Jasper?

I'll take that chair.

For heaven's sake, Jasper. What is it?

He's here, Irene!

Who? ...Griffin. He's
here, in this room.

- Yes, dear, but if you'll just lie down...
- I know you...

- You think I'm...
- No, no, of course not. You're just upset.

Jasper, what...

Why, you mustn't write
things like this, ever.

No, no, no! Don't tear it.

Jasper, let it go. Let me go.

He's mad, I tell you,
Irene. He'll kill you!

- Who?
- Griffin. He's here, in this room.

- He's invisible.
- Oh, Jasper, stop it. I'm ashamed of you.

- Get hold of yourself.
- Oh!

There's no such thing
as an invisible man.

That's where you're wrong.

Now, I'll take this.

Oh, dear.

Mmm.

Eh?

- Who's there?
- Let me in!

This is a nice time in the morning
to come knocking on me door.

Must be barmy.

- Say, what do you think...
- Get of my way.

Say, who do you think you are,

shoving me around my own house?

I'm Bob Griffin. Shut the door.

Griffin?

Oh, I say, what's
happened? What's happened?

Have you been scalded,
or have you got the mange?

Neither. I'm invisible.

Oh, don't make me laugh.

Next thing you'll be telling me,
you curl up and sleep in a buttercup.

Ha! You're as solid as I am.

- You don't believe me, eh?
- No!

- Come here.
- What?

Have a look.

Oh, blimey.

Oh, strewth!

I had to put these wrappings on.

I was causing too much excitement,
wandering around without any head.

I'll have to stay with you for a
while. You're the only man I can trust.

- Where do you think you're going?
- Oh, I'm not going out.

I'm just locking the door,
so, nobody can come in.

Hurry up, and get me some
breakfast. I'm hungry.

Yes.

Right away.

I'm very sorry, but I have nothing but
a very old moldy pancake to offer you.

Look, why don't you go down to the inn?

They have a very nice
breakfast down there.

Two kinds of jam and a bit of fish.

Hurry up with the pancakes.

Pancake, eh? Right-o, pancake.

Well, this flour here, is
a bit wormy. Do you mind?

No.

All right, here we go. Pancake,
huh? Oh, I say, look here.

There's been a mouse in it.

Sounds as if you don't want to serve me.

Oh, not at all! I'm very
happy to do it. Very happy!

Here.

Could you... Would you mind
putting this bag over your head?

I'm afraid you're gonna catch cold.

- Here.
- See here.

Maybe this will convince
you I have a head.

When I put something on it,
you can see it. Now, watch.

How's that?

Blimey. You're the
dead spit of yourself.

All right, now, stop your
chattering and get my breakfast.

Yes, sir, right away.

Oh, uh...

You know, I'm very
happy to have you here,

but I'm sorry to tell
you... You can't stay.

- Why not?
- Well, I'll tell you.

This time, tomorrow, I'll
have no roof over me head.

I'm losing this place
for the want of me rent.

I'll get you the rent.

Oh, I don't want you to bother about it.

I'll get you more than the
rent. I'll get you money, power,

the chance to hurt people
the way they've hurt you.

Just you wait till tonight.

You'd be laughing
through to the other side

of your whiskers, Tom Meadow,

if you'd seen what I seen.

And what might that be, Jim Yarrow?

I've seen him myself
last night on the road.

A suit of clothes walking, and a hat.

And he hadn't got no head nor hands.

I'm sorry. I thought
you came in ahead of me.

Well, I didn't.

There you are.

I wish you wouldn't move around so
much. I can't tell where you are.

Lead the way, will
you? Then I can't trip.

Thank you.

- Hello, Herbert.
- Hello, Will.

- Hey, Herbert.
- Huh?

Here.

Yes?

Ain't you afeared to be out at
night, walking streets alone?

"Alone"? What makes you think I'm alone?

Ow! Oh, dear. Oh, strewth!

Oh, my arm...

Must have a touch of gout.

- "Gout"?
- Yes.

Oh, drinking too much port, no doubt.

- Hello, Herbie.
- Hello, hello.

Half a pint of bitter, will you?

- Half a pint of bitter.
- Yeah.

- Oh, Herbert.
- Yes?

On your way over through the thickets,

did you see anything
of a headless corpse?

- A headless corpse?
- Yes!

- No, no, no. That's just imagination.
- Oh, "imagination."

There be no such thing
as a headless corpse.

Oh, don't believe it, eh?

Well, chap from London believes,

and asked me all about it.

- And me, too.
- He wrote about it, he did.

Making game here,
that's what he was doing.

Oh!

Well, tell him to his
face. Yonder, he's coming.

- How are you, Bill?
- Hello, Mr. Foster.

- Hi, Meadows.
- Hello. How are you?

Spot of brandy, please, Maud.

Did you find the
postmistress, Mr. Foster?

Yes, thanks.

She opened up the post office,
and I got my story off to London.

Sending off a story, Mr. Foster? I
thought you was up here for a holiday.

Well, I couldn't pass up a
story about an invisible man.

Why, it's better than
the monster of Loch Ness.

Well...

- Say, that's funny.
- Accidents will happen.

- I didn't even touch it.
- Oh, you must have.

There. Think nothing of it.

I wish I was home.

- Mr. Foster.
- Yes, Gray?

Excuse me, sir. Miss Julie
says there won't be an answer.

- All right.
- Thank you, sir.

- She's not for you, Foster.
- Who said that?

Not me, not me. I said nothing.

That's funny. I must be hearing things.

It's getting so I'm
believing my own stories.

Well, cheerio.

Good night, all.

- Good night.
- Good night, sir.

That does it!

Two half-and-halfs
and a pint of bitters.

There you are, Neddy.
Yours, if you want it.

Where's a chap can play a game with me

and make it worth my while?

I'll play you, Ned Towle.

You will, will you?

Whatever gave you notion
you can throw a dart?

Oh, I didn't...

Oh, it's, uh, one of me hidden talents.

- There you are, then.
- Eh?

Oh, now, thank you. Well, I...

I don't think these, uh, points
are sharp enough. You know?

- You don't, eh?
- No.

Get on with it.

You couldn't hit a barn
door with a dead cat.

I can't?

I'll give you...

- I'll bet you five quid.
- Five quid?

- And where would he get five quid?
- Yeah, where would he?

I got it right here, somewhere.

I got a draft. Here!

There's a draft right there for �5.

- Right?
- Right-o.

- Five pounds?
- Yes. Where's yours?

I never made �5 so easy.

All right, put up, put up.

Here's mine.

Here, you hold it.

Well, who's gonna hold him?

- I don't need no holding.
- All right. But hang around.

- Rob, Rob!
- What do you want?

What'll I do?

Just go through the motions.
I'll take care of it.

Oh.

Come on, throw it, throw it!

All right, all right.
Give me a chance, will you?

- You ain't afraid, are you, Herbie?
- Afraid, nothing!

- Well, go on and throw it!
- All right.

The first will be a bit
of a fancy one, you know?

Blooming bull's-eye.

'Tis naught but bull luck.

Look! Any position!

Well, why didn't you throw it?

- Rob, what's the matter?
- Give me time to get back, will you?

- I've got to run with it and stick it in the board.
- Oh.

Oh, I forgot to tell you. This
is Herbert Higgins' delayed dart.

Watch the bull's-eye!

- I didn't think he could do it.
- Strike me pink.

Another blinking bull's-eye.

I know, I know. I
don't even have to look.

Here, watch this one. All
the way around me napper.

It's bleeding hypnotism,
that's what it is.

Oh. Hypnotism, eh? Get him. Here.

I resent that remark.
I'm an honest man, I am.

Oh, yes? Let's see them darts.

What's the matter? A
dart's a dart, ain't it?

They're all the same, Neddy.

- There you are. Now, are you satisfied?
- Why, yes, I...

Well, all right. You
wanna bet another �5?

- Well, no...
- Come on, talk fast.

Well, no, I...

I'd be satisfied with the
five quid I'm gonna win.

You hopes.

Horace, loan me
your to-and-fro.

Thank you. Here you are.
Hey, Jim, here, here!

Come on, give me a hand, will you?
Come on, Jim, come on. Come on.

- What now?
- Put one of those harrows on there.

Right on. Come on, here,
right on top of there.

There you are. Now, stand back,
stand back. Look out for your head.

Here you are, Horace. Thank you.

He never had a dart in his hand before.

Blooming magic.

You're going to have a
hard job beating that one!

Don't worry about me.

- It's your throw, Neddy.
- Yes.

Here's your darts.

Six of them!

I won't throw against that!

- Then it's his money.
- Right.

- Thank you. Good night.
- Good night.

It's a blasted trick!

No, you don't! Give me back me money!

Why, are you threatening me?

- You heard me!
- I won it fair!

- What are you talking...
- Give it back!

You thieving blackguard.

- "Thieving blackguard," eh?
- I didn't say nothing.

You'll say less with a bashed head.

Now get your money.

Get your money!

- Anyone else?
- No!

I thought not.

Miss Julie.

Now, Julie, no nonsense.

- There, that's a good girl.
- How tiresome of me.

I'm all right, now. I
must get back to Mother.

Now, Miss Julie, you've had no rest,

and you haven't had a mouthful
to eat since breakfast.

Don't be such an old fusspot, Cleghorn.

- Julie, why can't the nurses...
- No, they can't.

She doesn't feel safe unless I'm there.

- Safe from what, dear?
- I don't know.

She lies there, babbling about
invisible men and... And griffins.

- Griffins?
- Yes. It's all part of her delirium.

"Griffins." Tell me, Julie.

Did you ever know a man
by the name of Griffin?

Not me, but Mother and Dad did.

But he's dead.

Miss Herrick, please.

Yes, Nurse? Does she want me?

We can't quieten her.

- You should have called me!
- Wait, Julie, I...

- I'll talk to you later, Mark.
- But, Julie...

Mr. Foster?

Mr. Foster, it's on my mind.

Sir Jasper told me not to talk.

- But seeing how you and Miss Julie...
- What is it, Cleghorn?

A man named Griffin
was here two days ago.

- Are you all right?
- Quite.

But it was closer than I like 'em.

What was that?

Keep quiet.

Get back in the library.

Oh!

What is it, now? What do you want?

Get rid of Mark Foster. Pack him
off. I won't have him near Julie.

But it's no use, Rob.
She's in love with him.

Doesn't she love you? I can
ruin you, remember? Disgrace you.

Go ahead, then. Do what you want to me.

How could Julie marry
you? Why, you're inhuman!

She's for me, I tell you. For me.

I'll kill Foster before
I'll let him have her.

But you're... You're
horrible! No woman...

- You mean because
- I'm invisible? Yes. Yes, that's it.

If I weren't invisible, you'd do
your best for me, wouldn't you?

Wouldn't you?

Yes. Yes, of course, I would.

Then I'll be visible again.

I'll be back, Jasper, to
hold you to your promise.

Lie still, Brutus.

I wouldn't hurt you, you old
fool. You know I wouldn't hurt you.

Steady, boy.

That's a good dog. A very good dog.

That's it, boy. Just as
good as new, aren't you? Hmm?

Feel pretty good, do you? Huh?

There we go. One more, and that's all.

Didn't hurt a bit, did it?

Didn't hurt at all. I told
you it wouldn't. Up you go.

Well, you're just as good as
you ever were, aren't you? Huh?

Down, you go. Out, you go.

Come on, boy. Come here.

Been a pretty good dog, haven't
you? Helped your old master a lot.

We did a good job together, didn't we?

No one will know anything
ever happened to you.

- So, you've come back.
- Yes, I've come back.

I knew you would. I knew you'd have to.

You're going to make me visible again.

No, that's not possible.

Don't lie to me. I saw
you make that dog visible.

That was a transfusion from another
dog. Every drop of his blood.

- Well?
- The dog I took it from died.

- What of it?
- Don't you see?

To make you visible, I'd have
to drain the blood of a man.

- What of it?
- That would be murder.

- Who cares?
- Look here, Griffin.

You might not stay visible. It
wouldn't last. A day, an hour.

You'd probably fade again.

- You're lying!
- It's the truth!

- Down, Brutus.
- Leave that dog alone!

Don't try any tricks.

We're going to make that
blood transfusion tonight.

I know the very man. Nosy
young fool of a reporter.

Mark Foster's his name,
at the Birchester Inn.

Call him up, and tell him you've
got the Invisible Man here.

He'll come like a shot.
Go on. Call him up!

- Go on. Do it!
- I won't do it.

I'm a scientist, not a murderer!

Would you rather I took your blood?

I'll call him.

Operator.

Get me 117.

Make it sound convincing.

Are you there?

I would like to speak
with Mr. Mark Foster.

Here, hold on, hold on.
What's all this about?

Hello, Foster. This is
Dr. Drury speaking...

From the old stone
house in Thrustlewood.

Listen carefully. I've
got the Invisible Man.

It's a matter of life and death.

"Invisible man," me eye.

Whose life is he
threatening now, may I ask?

Mine, if he should break loose.
I've got him right here, caught.

Yes, Dr. Drury. Come at once.

All right, sir. We'll be over presently.

- He's coming.
- Good.

I'll have a spot of whiskey.

I'll take it.

- Yes?
- Is this Dr. Drury?

Yes, this is Dr. Drury.

Birchester Police calling.

Just checking on a call
that just came in from you.

Never mind it. No. No, I didn't call.

Oh, you didn't then?

You asked for it, Drury.

I'll have to take your blood.

Good evening, Sergeant.
How are you, Constable?

Good evening, sir.
What can we do for you?

There's no hurry. Take your time.

- We won't be but a moment, sir.
- Do you mind if I watch?

Not at all. Make yourself
right at home, sir.

- Six.
- Fifteen for two.

Ah!

That does it. Well, sir,
what can we do for you?

I just dropped in to see
if you'd picked up any more

yarns about the Invisible Man.

Chap just called in, said he'd
caught the Invisible Man, he did.

- Caught the...
- That's what he said.

He was making game of us,
he was. But he asked for you.

- Did you check the call?
- Yes.

An old quack doctor out
Thrustlewood Way. Drury was his name.

A quack in the head, he is.

Makes all manner of unholy experiments.

- "Experiments", did you say?
- Huh?

Come on, Constable.
We're going out there.

Look, can't you make
this thing go any faster?

I'm exceeding the speed limit, now.

You lied to me, Drury.
I'm as good as ever. See?

I'm going to stay this way, as
long as there's blood to be had.

Right around the next turn.

- Rob! Rob Griffin!
- My name is Field, understand?

You've been expecting me. I've
come to make you a nice, long visit.

- But you've become...
- Yes, as you advised. I'm visible again.

I'm sorry, Sir Jasper, but
I'd retired as you suggested.

That's all right, Cleghorn.

You look as if you think you know me.

- Well, I...
- Set him right, Jasper!

This is Mr. Field, Cleghorn.

- "Mr. Field"?
- Martin Field.

And I expect to be here
for quite some time.

I know what you're thinking.

You're thinking how easy
it would be to turn me in.

Don't try it, Jasper.

I can make myself
invisible whenever I please.

Look here, I never
meant... I didn't dream...

I came here to take possession.
Now, give me your keys.

- Keys?
- Yes.

That's it. I'll go and come at will.

I'm visible again, and
I've come back for Julie.

Rob.

- Rob, for pity's sake, you...
- And nothing can stop me.

Come in.

- Hello, Rob.
- Shut the door.

Yes.

Well, it is a pleasure to see you.

And to be able to see you,
that's the nice thing about it.

How did you know I was here?

I heard Alf Prouty talking about the
bloke he sent down here last night.

That was right after
the Drury fire, you know.

So, I said to myself, "Oh, that
must be me friend, Rob Griffin,

"come back to life."

- The name is Field.
- Martin Field. Well, whatever it is.

Well, I am pleased to see you're
living in a nice home like this, eh?

What of... Oh. How do you do?

Say, you know, we ought to be as
cozy as a couple of bugs in a rug,

- now, that our troubles are over.
- Our trouble?

- Mmm.
- Where do you come in?

Oh, Rob. I stuck by
you when you were poor.

You don't think I'm going to
desert you, now you're rich?

I'll give you �50, then
get out, understand?

Fifty pounds? Oh, what a shock.

And coming right on
top of poor Dr. Drury

being killed by an unknown hand.

Well, unknown by most.

Put two and two together, have you?

Yes.

Would you like to know
why Drury had to die?

Yes.

I needed his blood to
make me visible again.

Oh, no!

But it won't last, Herbert.
I'm going to need more.

Oh, yes?

Who can we get?

I know! Look... Hey! Here,
don't look at me like that now.

I'm too small.

I ain't got enough red corpuscles
in my blood to bait a mousetrap.

Well, what's the matter?
What are you doing?

- It's Drury's dog.
- Well, all right. So what?

Hey, you're trembling
like a leaf, you know.

He's the only living
thing I'm afraid of.

"Afraid"? You afraid? Oh,
what an horrid thought.

Look at me, I ain't afraid. That dog?

Why, I'd take him by the tail
and pull it out by the root,

and hit him over the head with it.

- You would?
- Yes.

Why, I'd strangle him
with me bare hands.

Then do it. Strangle him, poison
him, anything. I'll give you �500.

Oh, �500 for a big
job like that? Oh, Rob!

- I'll give you a thousand if you kill him.
- A thousand.

- Come here. Come here.
- Oh. Oh.

- Nice.
- Here.

Huh.

Take my coat. Let him smell it.

- He'll follow you anywhere.
- Don't worry, I'll follow him.

The job is done.

Uh...

You mean, you want it done, now?

Certainly, I want it done, now.

Mark, how dreadful!

And you say the house was
completely burned to the ground?

Completely.

There wasn't even a piece of
glass to get fingerprints from.

You mean, there weren't any clues?

Not one, Sir Jasper. The
murderer just sort of melted away.

Mark, stop being so literary.

What do you mean just "melted away"?

Just that. I think the
murderer was invisible.

Invisible? Who's invisible?

- Hello.
- Hello, Julie.

Hello, Field.

- Will you have some lunch?
- Yes, do.

You hardly touched your breakfast.

Mark, this is my old
friend Martin Field.

Mark Foster of The Courier.

Oh, yes. You're the chap who writes
those, uh, spook stories, aren't you?

If you want to call them that, yes.

It's a good line. People
love that sort of fantasy.

It's not fantasy. It's true.

Oh, come now, Mark.

I mean it. I've seen the Invisible Man.

Oh, Mark, how could you
possibly see the Invisible Man?

I saw him, I heard him...

Stick to your guns. That's the spirit.

- Will you take wine or beer, sir?
- Beer, Cleghorn.

Still, the idea offers some
practical difficulties, doesn't it?

I mean, well, what would
the Invisible Man eat?

Surely, not filet of sole.

Spiderwebs, more likely.

- Hmm. Charming notion.
- Yes, isn't it?

And what would he drink? Dew drops?

Surely, not beer.

- I think he drinks blood.
- Mark.

What makes you say that?

Because Dr. Drury's body was
drained of every last drop of blood.

How awful!

If you'll excuse me.

Sounds a bit like Dracula, doesn't it?

I mean, that sort of
thing is out of date.

A transfusion would
be more to the point.

What for?

Perhaps to become visible again.

Say, that's an idea.

But why should he want to be visible?

Read your mythology, Miss
Julie. Even the gods want love.

And your Invisible Man,

let's say he has a need to
enjoy what other men enjoy.

You know, you're better at
this sort of thing than I am.

And then, the day of days,
he finds out how to do it.

- Blood. Human blood.
- But that's deliberate murder.

Why not?

What man who is truly
great would stop at that?

And there he is, visible again.

He has only to reach out
and take what he wants.

But will he stay visible?

It's a joke on him if he
found himself fading out,

I mean, at some crucial moment.

There's always plenty of blood.
He can be visible or invisible.

Think of the power, the authority,
the finality of his slightest wish.

Why, a man like that
could rock the world.

Oh, my.

A knife slipped. I cut my hand.

Oh, let me get you something.

No, thanks. I'll dress it.

He's quite pale.

Oh! You gave me quite a
start. Indeed, you did.

- Norma.
- Yes, sir?

Ask Mr. Foster to come
up at once, please.

Yes, Mr. Field.

It's a purely personal matter. Speak
to him when you're alone, will you?

Yes, indeed, sir.

Oh, Mr. Foster.

Mr. Field would like
to see you in his room.

Thank you, Norma.

Hello, Field. Are you here?

Hello, Field?

Hey, Field, are you down here?

I told you, you'd find the
Invisible Man down here.

Ah, you can't get away, Foster.

You're locked in,

and we're all alone,
where nobody can hear us.

Oh, you want the lights out, eh?

So, I can't see you.
Well, it won't work.

Hey, that wasn't even close.

You haven't a chance, Foster.

It would be easy to kill you,
but I've got to have your blood.

The joke's on you, Foster.

Your blood will make me visible,

and I'll marry Julie,
while you rot in your grave!

It's no use, Foster!

I'm still here! Give me that!

I'm closing in on you, Foster.

You haven't got a chance.

You don't know where I am. You
can't fight what you can't see.

I might be at the back of you.

Or I might be at your side!
Or I might be in front of you!

Up you come, now. That's
it. Just the way I want you.

There you are. It won't take long,

and you'll never feel a thing.

Come on, give it here.
Come on. Here, with me.

Come here! Come on!

Come here! Come here!

Stop!

Hello, Travers. What brings you here?

Listen, Herrick.

Alf Prouty here, tells me
he picked up a man last night

near the scene of the murder.

Aye, and I set him right
down slap here at this door.

- Is that the truth, Herrick?
- Why, yes...

- You see, an old friend of mine...
- Herrick.

- We shall have to see him.
- Of course. Certainly.

Oh, Cleghorn, will you ask Mr.
Field to come in here right...

Now, what were you doing
with Dr. Drury's dog?

- Nothing. Nothing.
- What do you mean "nothing"?

- Come out with it!
- Well, Mr. Griffin, he was afraid of him.

- "Griffin"?
- I mean, Mr. Field.

Yes, but Mr. Field is not in his room.

- What?
- He's not? Come on, let's open this door.

- He must be inside.
- Well, come on, then.

Let's break it down.

We have nothing more to
fear from the Invisible Man.

He's dead.

And judgment was passed on him
by a higher court than ours.

He's taken Foster's blood
the same as he did Drury's.

But he's still alive. Come on, get
him out of here. Come on, Foster.

And then?

Well, sir, he says to me, "I'll
make you as rich as Greece is."

- But, uh, did that tempt me?
- Yes, it did.

Oh, no, sir. No, Sir Frederick.

I was then, and I am now, unsullied.

- May I go now, sir?
- No, wait a moment.

I wonder how he learned
to become invisible.

From that old crank
Dr. Drury, of course.

Their secret died with them,
luckily. A couple of lunatics.

That's right, sir, that's right.

You know, Griffin was always
talking about getting back at people.

It never entered his
head the dog would have

the same idea towards him, you know.

I mean, on account of what
happened to old man Drury.

From what Father said,
his mind was, well, warped.

It must have been.

Warped by imaginary wrongs.

A man fighting shadows.
He's to be pitied, really.

He probed too deeply
in forbidden places.

What a man earns, he gets.

Nature has a strange way of
paying him back, in his own coin.