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I, Dr.

Henry Jekyll, M.D., fellow of the Royal Society, am about to record

for posterity and in the interests of science the day-by-day details of the

bold experiments which I am currently undertaking.

I have long been absorbed with the duality of man, the good and the evil

housed in a single body.

With myself as good an example as any.

If the twin sides of my nature could be separated, then the unjust could go its

own way without disgracing its more upright twin, and I could be left to do

the good works to which I have dedicated my life.

And I believe that I am on the brink of decocting an amalgam based on opium

derivatives and the alkaloid from South American mezcal.

made soluble in ether, which when mixed in the right proportions will both

prove my thesis and bring peace of mind to myself and to all mankind.

oh my goodness me is that the time?

Henry it's almost the witching hour. I need a steady hand tomorrow.

ladies and gentlemen ladies and gentlemen well

no long speeches that's for sure as you all know we're gathered here

this evening to celebrate the inauguration of the Coggeshall Trust

Named, as I'm sure you all know, after your late husband, Mrs. Coggeshall, who

was an indefatigable fighter for social reform in the House of Commons.

Yeah, yeah.

So I think it's only fitting that our president should bring this evening's

proceedings to a close. Yeah. Dear

friends, when

Jack was killed in South Africa...

I realized at once that the only fitting memorial to him should be the formation

of this trust to continue his fight for social reform and although he would have

been delighted to see its founder members gathered here this evening and

to thank you all for your most generous contributions and support I know he

would have wanted us to force the authorities to admit that not more than

ten minutes away from this comfortable room there live families who share their

rotting houses with rats typhoid and cholera and now we must Thank Mr.

Utterson, who's to help us with all legal matters.

At your service, Mrs.

Coggeshall. And the help of that eminent surgeon, Mr. Lanyon, to diagnose the

disease and cut through any red tape.

And dear Dr.

Jekyll, not only for allowing us to meet in his house, but also for his

dedication to the cause of pulling down the slums and building houses fit for

Englishmen to live in.

I sometimes think Mrs. Coggeshall could do it all by herself. Oh, if I could, I

would.

So, thank you, one and all.

So there we are.

Oh, and hasty. The subcommittee for penal reform is meeting next Monday.

I've arranged for the governor of Newgate to show us over the prison. Now,

you won't forget, will you? Absolutely not. Oh, God.

Making a move, Mr. Poole.

Go on.

Jack

would

have been very proud of you tonight, Anne.

Dear Anne.

Hey, son. Good night, Jake.

Hey, son.

Hey.

Hello, Charlie. Are you feeling good-natured?

Good evening, sir.

I'm a dollymop. Only just started.

Now look, sir, I'm here where I can find a real fresh Judy.

A country girl, none of your fate, virgins.

Well, if it isn't old gloomy Gus. How are you, my square-rigged friend?

Meet me, Mrs Winterton.

You didn't look in last week, Gus, was you and Paulie?

Or on the randy at some nether skin, eh?

I was extremely busy.

Oh, he was extremely busy.

You looking for Fifi and Diane, are you?

They're upstairs waiting for you, duck.

Paul and their toddler.

Champagne, Gus.

I'll wait until I come down, thank you.

Well, then you go on up and get your deuce, Kitch.

Where are you?

Where have you been?

Yeah, you gave us a miss last week, didn't you?

Coming proper, darling.

Do you want a daffy of gin?

I hope you're feeling good natured, Charlie.

Well now darling, who's been a naughty little boy then?

Why is it that I feel such an abysmal sense of shame?

Is it that I have set myself too high a standard of conduct?

Or did my father set it for me with bedtime warnings of hellfire?

Yet, each side of my duality is in deadly earnest.

I am as much myself when I am...

plunged into the depths of shame as I am when I'm alleviating pain or

administering to the sick.

I'm sorry about that. About what exactly?

He is a reprieved murderer.

Oh, dear God, a mercy, I should say.

But as he says, where is he?

A free man, I presume.

Good heavens, no, Mr. Lanyon.

Broadmoor for life.

Now, Mrs. Coggeshall, I would like to show you the needlepoint that some of

our prisoners are occupying their spare time with.

Watch out.

But basically a good man, you see.

Only the evil in him could be isolated.

Oh, no.

Hasty.

What do you think?

I think Henry's taking advantage of the occasion to thrust his scientific

balderdash down our throats.

My dear Hasty, we all know that you're a very brilliant surgeon.

But your speciality is the area between your knife and your patient's flesh.

Not in extending the bounds of scientific knowledge.

He was the same at university.

Do you remember, Oliver? Always had a bee in his bonnet, hoping it would sting

everybody else.

Yes, but do you not see the tremendous release that could be achieved if the

good and the evil could be separated?

How do you propose to achieve that, eh?

Surely we can all recognize the difference between good and evil, eh?

Well, not Henry.

He refuses to believe that man is a hodgepodge of both, and woman too, with

all due respect to Mrs. Coggesham. I fail to see why you are so flippant

about the enormous amount of research I've put into this over the years.

Oh, come, Henry, don't be so pompous. Oh, it's pompous, is it, Hasty? Yes, you

are pompous. Oh, no, Hasty, Henry.

Come on now, easy now, easy, eh?

Easy.

Oh, and my research is completed, Hasty.

I promise you that you will be the first to pass judgment.

Haste's skepticism works on me like a red rag to a bull.

C-10.

H9, OCH3, brackets 2, OH, brackets NCH, brackets

3, plus the final solution from my chemist.

Pufutelin, two grains.

Mescal, one grain.

Now my conviction that man is not truly one, but truly two, is to be put to the

test yet again.

Uh-huh.

Hello, Charlie.

Hey, Governor, Governor.

Top up for a cup of tea, sir.

Oh, God.

Well, put the basket down, girl. Put it down.

Hey, you're shaking.

Yes, sir.

Well, why?

I'm frightened, sir.

Well, do I frighten you?

Do I?

No, sir.

Well, what frightens you, then?

I don't know, sir.

How old are you?

Fourteen, sir.

Fourteen, eh?

And what do you do? What's your speciality?

Pardon, sir?

What's your speciality? What do you do?

I'm a flower seller, sir.

Ah, no.

No. Not a flower seller, surely.

Truly, sir.

You're a common harlot, aren't you?

No, sir.

Then why do you bring strange men back here?

Hmm?

Because I'll need the money, sir.

Not enough in selling mistletoe, eh?

No.

And I've been ill.

You think I'm a fool, don't you?

To be taken in by a story like that.

It's true, sir.

I don't do it often.

Only when I need the money.

What's your name?

Mary, sir.

Well, Mary, now you take off all your clothes, and I'll tell you what I'm

going to do to you.

As I believe you all know, I serve on a committee concerned with social welfare

and housing reform, presided over by Mrs. Coggeshall.

Connected with these activities is a certain Mr.

Edward Hyde.

Oh, I'm so sorry. Please sit down. Thank you, sir.

My feet.

Now, Mr. Hyde is to have the run of the house, including the laboratory.

To which you will have a key. Is that understood?

Yes, Dr. Jekyll.

Quite understood.

He will also have the use of the spare room should he need it.

I should however point out that Mr.

Hyde is a man of a somewhat strange personage.

And I would therefore advise you to... Are you listening to me, Janet?

Yes, Dr. Jekyll.

I would not like to think that you were not listening to me.

Well, as I was saying, I would advise you to... Well, I'll just keep out of

his way as much as possible.

All right, thank you very much. That'll be all.

Is it not a little early to be drinking claret, Oliver?

A straight answer, no.

I had no idea that you were a connoisseur.

We all have our hobbies, yours a scientific experiment.

He stares as bumbling about the universe like a great whore. It's hardly a hobby,

it has been my life's work.

Yes, of course, Henry, I beg your pardon. I would not offend your

susceptibilities. For all the world, not in this day, eh?

This day of all days.

The acids in this were long ago resolved.

The imperial dye will have softened with time.

And the color has grown richer as it does with stained glass windows.

And now the glow of hot autumn afternoons on hillside vineyards is

ready to be set free.

A touch of the poet, I see.

And now then, Henry, your new will proceed.

In the event of my decease, apart from the normal bequests to my servants,

all of my possessions are to pass into the hands of my good friend Edward Hyde.

A moment, dear Henry.

A last will and testament should assure one that the testator is of sound mind.

Do you doubt it?

Frankly, and with all due respect, yes.

And your reasons?

I've known you for 30 years, and I've never heard mention of an Edward Hyde.

I said he was a good friend, Oliver, not an old friend.

Yeah, but to leave the bulk of your estate, and you're by no means a poor

man, can you not tell me something about this gentleman?

Nothing, except that he is a good friend, and he has the run of my house,

should he need it. The run of your house?

Oh, no, no, very well. I stand here as your lawyer, not for me to reason why.

Good.

At the same time, I shall have put it, Henry, I've been hoping that perhaps

this friendship with Anne Cogershaw would develop into a more lasting

relationship. I'm supposing it does.

If the two of you should wed, to leave everything to a comparative stranger?

There is a further clause, Oliver, but I fear that you'll approve of it even

less.

Indeed.

In the event that I should disappear.

Disappear?

Would that be into thin air, Henry?

Or do you envisage some other form of prestidigitation?

I am making a simple bequest, Oliver, that in the event that I should

disappear, or there is an unexplained absence exceeding three calendar months,

then the said Edward Hyde...

Are you getting this down, Oliver?

No, Henry, I'm not getting it down. Well, I have never seen so sensible a

man become so agitated over so simple a matter.

Now, Henry, you know me.

You make a clean breast of it, whatever it is, and I dare say I can help you out

of it. Yes, but that is because you do not understand my position.

Because you're not telling me what it is.

Please, Oliver, I promise you that I can be rid of Edward Hyde whenever I choose.

Very well.

I shall incline the canes, heresy.

I'll let my brother go to the devil in his own way, and you can proceed.

Thank you.

His address is 15 West Dean Street, and I beg you not to broach the subject

again.

Oliver, I beg you.

Down there, I think.

OK.

That's it. Down there.

Yeah.

Morning, girls.

Morning.

Be careful of that table, damn you. It cost a small fortune.

Begging your pardon, Mr. Rye. The tailor's boy has just brought these out.

That's good. Thank you. Give them to me. He says t'others will be along tomorrow,

sir. Thank you. Now get out and go downstairs and stay in your own

quarters. Yes, sir. Thank you kindly, sir.

I must apologize for bringing you here under false pretenses.

It is not for the purpose of a committee meeting.

I'm using your consulting rooms hasty to ask you and Mrs. Coggeshall a question.

Who is Mr.

Hyde?

Hyde? Well, I don't think I know the name.

Why? Should we?

According to Henry Jekyll, he's a friend and protégé of his. Yet we have never

set eyes on him, so far as we know.

Well, I don't see much of Henry socially anymore.

Last time, Mrs. Coggeshall.

He nearly snapped my head off.

Yes, I have noticed a... What would you call it? A certain preoccupation in his

manner lately.

In my opinion, he'd give himself a nervous breakdown.

He'd end up non-composmentis.

You think it's madness?

I begin to fear... I begin to fear...

How shall I put it?

That it's, you know, some disgrace or the ghost of some old sin.

Well, there speaks the voice of John Calvin.

It could be overwork.

Apart from his practice, all those experiments, and then the work for our

committee. If I thought it would do any good, I'd... Yes, Mrs.

Coggeshaw?

I could go and pay him a visit.

Try and persuade him to take things a little more easily.

Oh, I think that's an excellent idea, don't you, Hasty?

Certainly no harm in it. He's very fond of you. Oh, I used to think so.

But he is, he is.

Hasty and I have often thought that you and he would make a perfect couple.

That's neither here nor there.

Very well, I'll pay him a visit. It shouldn't be too hard to find some

excuse.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Coggeshaw. Good afternoon, Paul. Is Dr. Jekyll in? I

believe he's in the laboratory, madam. I know he doesn't like to be disturbed,

but would you tell him I'm here? I have one or two important matters to discuss

with him. Certainly, madam.

Oh, Mr. Hyde, sir. Is Dr. Jekyll in the laboratory?

No, he's just gone out. Why?

Mrs. Coggeshaw wanted to work with him.

May I be of any help, madam?

My name is Edward Hyde.

Thank you, Mr. Hyde, but I can call another time.

I'm his assistant in the laboratory.

You must find it very interesting work.

Oh, indeed I do, madam.

Utterly absorbing.

Now, good day, madam.

I hope we see each other again.

Good day.

Tell me, Poole, that cane that Mr. Hyde was carrying, the one with the silver

knob? Yes, madam.

Isn't that Dr.

Jekyll's? Yes, madam.

But the doctor has made it very clear that Mr. Hyde is to have the run of the

house.

How long have you been working for Dr. Jekyll, Poole?

Over 15 years, madam.

Until a few weeks ago, had you ever seen Mr. Hyde before?

No, madam, never.

have you madam?

no I haven't.

you want to be Mr. Paul?

oh yes Janet.

the doctor has informed me that he'll be out for the remainder of the evening so

I think it would be a good opportunity for you to put the laboratory to rights.

just a light dusting and sweeping the hearth ma'am. be careful not to temper

with any of the equipment.

Mr. Paul.

Very well, get along.

Did you know that a cobra... A cobra is a large and very poisonous snake.

Did you know that a cobra can hypnotise an animal ten times its own size just by

staring at it, like I'm staring at you now, and then devour it?

I didn't think nobody was in here.

Do you have dreams, Janet?

It is Janet, is it not, Dr Jekyll's pretty little housemaid?

Yes, sir.

And you know who I am, do you not?

Yes, sir.

Who am I?

Mr. Hyde, sir. Mr.

Edward Hyde. Yes, sir.

Well, say it, girl. Mr. Edward Hyde, sir.

So now again, Janet, do you have dreams?

Sometimes.

And of what do you dream?

Strong young men lying under hedgerows?

Wandering hands, endless kisses?

I don't know.

Can I go now, please?

You were looking at the bottles on those shelves, weren't you, Janet?

Yes, but I didn't touch nothing.

Well, that seems a pity, because did you know that on those shelves there is a

remedy for every ailment?

There are potions there to cure heartaches, heartburn.

Simple influenza.

The pain of broken bones and of broken hearts.

Can I go now, please? Potions to make dreams become reality.

Take this one, for instance.

Now, you do read, do you not?

I can't. Well, I'll show you.

D-R-E-A-M-S.

Dreams.

Now, we shall each take three of these. No, sir, please!

Janet, when you were disobedient, have you ever had your dress and your

petticoats pulled up and been beaten, beaten until you screamed? Have you?

When I was little.

Well, we do not want that, do we?

So we shall both take these tablets, shall we not?

And find a sweet and a beautiful paradise.

Now, now, very soon the drudgery of the day

will be forgotten.

All that waking up at 5.30 of a foggy morning,

trudging from the top of the house to the scullery, toting cold scuttles to

every room, blacking grates.

lighting fires, all forgotten when you dream.

You are a princess.

You ride in a golden carriage and you wear pearls and diamonds in your hair.

And crowds, all of the onlookers, they cheer as you pass.

And you give them...

A radiant smile.

You wave at them with a white

-gloved hand.

A wave.

And nothing, nobody, not even God himself can

interfere with your dreams.

I don't know.

Here.

Very soon, a strong young man arrives.

And desire floods over you like the falls of Niagara.

And all your doubts, all your fears, are dissolving.

I know who they belong to.

Well, you can conjure up any fantasy that your innocent heart desires.

I only fuss because we're all so worried about you.

There is no need.

There is no need. Are you being looked after properly?

I've always looked after myself.

But locking yourself away in your laboratory night after night, even with

an assistant to help you.

Yes, I believe you met Mr. Hyde.

Very briefly.

What did you think of him?

He seemed quite polite.

Good-looking?

Did you think?

Yes, I suppose so. Quite good-looking.

I attract you, eh?

Oh, for heaven's sake, Henry!

What is it that Hyde has to do with this?

Look, I know there is something wrong.

You don't look at me anymore or kiss my hand or pay me the smallest compliments.

Please tell me.

Perhaps one day, Anne. For the moment, I think it would be better if you went

home. Of course, of course. Please, if there is anything I can do to help, will

you let...

It's half past seven, Dr Jekyll.

There can be no doubt last night I went to bed as Henry Jekyll and this morning

I awoke as Edward Hyde.

No draft was taken, no explanation, except is the balance of my nature

overthrown.

Am I losing hold of my better self, sacrificed to the evil side?

You're trying to put something over on us. No, no!

It's true.

He gave me something to drink. What exactly is going on?

I beg your pardon, sir.

I had no idea you were already at work.

Yes, beg pardon, sir.

It is a rather urgent domestic matter, sir.

It's Janet, yes, sir. I have dismissed her from your employ, sir.

Janet, go inside the house, please, and wait until you're called.

Yes, sir.

Well, what seems to be the trouble?

Cook? Well, sir, Janet says that she was, well, interfered with.

I see.

Well, go on. On account of you being out the other day, sir, I took the

opportunity of instructing her to put your laboratory to rights.

And?

Mr. Ive was in there and, well, gave her some pills to take that made her feel,

well, then... Cook and I taxed her for details, but she

says she can't recall very much.

I said to her, that's blackmail, Margot, but she said no, it wasn't.

Since she could give no satisfactory account of herself, I told her that she

should go upstairs and pack her grip and that she would be given two weeks'

wages. But she wouldn't get no references.

I see.

However, do you not think that under the circumstances you might have been a

trifle harsh with the girl?

She's no better than she should be, sir.

How many of us are, Cooke?

I mean, is it likely that a friend of yours would do a thing like that, sir?

Might I suggest that you have a word with the girl yourself, sir?

No, I have no wish to.

To disturb the domestic arrangements.

But if you want my opinion, I think we should give the girl another chance.

That is, if she wishes to stay.

Just as you say, sir, of course.

And that's what I do say.

In the meantime, I will have a word with Mr. Hyde and talk to him about the

girl's story.

Very good, sir.

Thank you, Paul. You were quite right to come and tell me.

Thank you very much, sir.

If you ask me, sir, you're a sight too soft-hearted.

Thank you very much, cook.

And your breakfast is served, sir.

I shall be up directly, Paul. Thank you.

So, now I have to choose.

Edward Hyde in a life of sensual delight, yet ending up friendless and

despised.

Or follow the path of righteousness set down by my father.

Well, in memory of him, I shall choose my better self.

Yeah.

Give me the strength that by dedicating myself to good works and the healing of

the sick, Edward Hyde may abandon me once and for all.

There we are, then, old lad.

You drink that up, eh?

You'll be as right as rain.

Ah, you don't fancy it, eh?

Well, I can't say I blame you. Now, you drink it up, lovey, like the doctor

said. I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll take a little sip first, eh, just to see

how it tastes.

OK.

Mm, that's not too bad at all. That's not too bad at all. Come on, you're

drunk. Come on, lovey.

Yeah, it's not so bad, is it?

Eh?

There's a good lad.

Okay, well, you take him home to bed.

He'll be restless for a couple of nights, and then the fever will break

and he'll perspire.

Are you what, sir?

Well, he'll sweat it out, but don't worry. Just let him stay in bed for

another 24 hours, keep him on a light diet.

Thank you, sir. Here we are, then, old lad.

Oh, sir, about... Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

It's a Saturday. We never accept money on a Saturday.

Good night, old man.

By the way, Henry, whatever became of, um... that man that you were so worried

about, Oliver?

Mr. Hyde.

Oh, Hyde.

He left rather unexpectedly.

We shan't hear of him again.

Well, my dears, I think it's time we set out for this evening's little excursion.

Oh, you know, Anne, sometimes I be prepared to take your word for the

condition of these places. Get to my bed at the usual hour. No, no.

We must all see for ourselves.

There'll be no hope of gaining reform on mere hearsay. We need eyewitness reports

from important people like yourselves.

And where's our destination tonight?

First, I thought we could visit a night house, which is comparatively reputable.

But they're going down to Whitechapel, which is definitely not. It's

unbelievable.

Which particular night house did you have in mind?

The Argyle, I thought. I struck up an acquaintanceship with the owner.

Hello Charlie, are you feeling good natured?

Yes, my dear, I think that you could call me that. Come along, Henry. I don't

like your heels.

Good evening, Mrs.

Coleshaw. And a very good evening to you, gentlemen. Good evening, Mrs.

Coleshaw. I see you have your committee in tow.

That's right. May I introduce Mr. Artisan?

No monikers, if you don't mind.

Rule number one here, no monikers.

But we're very pleased to see you. Ain't we, girls?

Very pleased, Mrs Winterton.

Look around you, Mrs Carver, shall we?

Only champagne, Moselle, or cherry cobblers, sir dear. And I don't allow no

Lushingtons, nor Troublemakers, neither.

Nor Cooper Arlots.

Cherub! Bring us four glasses.

This is no slap-bang or suck-crib, I can assure you. No, no, no, of course not.

It is a respectable place of rendezvous.

Reputable.

So when you talk to the reformers, you just tell them that Kate Winterdon does

nothing but what caters to the natural appetite.

I enjoy sitting here, like our dear Queen, God bless her, watching by London

perambulate.

Nobody does nothing nobody don't want to do.

Would you gentlemen care to see the upstairs?

That's very kind of you, Mrs. Winterton, but I don't think we have the time. We

have another port of call to make this evening. I'm very pleased to hear it,

dear.

Get out and see the real Kennetsino streets.

Filth and misery and the devil's acre.

Take a gander at the rookeries around St. Giles.

The crimps and muchers and the glim daybags, what uses a wall to do their

trade up against.

Beg any pardon, dear.

Do you know that many of my girls here tonight are pretty horse breakers and

ride in rotten row of a Sunday and can't be told from the real Ottimondi?

What's more, most of them are sailing on their own bottoms. No pimps or poncies,

no brothels, but a cozy little villa in St. John's Wood.

John's Wood?

Come here, just fancy it.

Well, you see, dear...

The carriage ride is just the beginning of the fun.

Ain't that so, girls?

Yes, Mrs.

Winterton.

Darlings, ain't they?

Yes, well, thank you, Mrs. Winterton.

And you must be congratulated on being so frank.

Oh, I'll be frank, Grandpa, or anybody else for a bit of fun.

Eve,

oh, me heart, is a little matter of...

12 dinars for the bubbly.

Nothing comes free at the Argyle.

Ah, nothing.

And watch your fogles, gents, going up the...

a change of luck, dearie.

It's all connected, don't you see? It's all connected. Ah, that's strange.

Just call it a country.

Surely you said that all this was going to be demolished.

Make way for a new road, not for new houses.

For the first time in my life, I find it difficult to believe that these two feet

of mine are planted on British soil.

Good morning, Mrs. Coggeshall. Good morning, Paul. Am I going to be lucky

today? I'm afraid not, madam.

The doctor still insists that he is not to be disturbed when he's in his

laboratory. But I understood that... Yes, madam.

And there is another matter which I think you should be acquainted with.

Ah, Mrs. Coggeshall, what a pleasant surprise.

But I thought that... That I'd abandoned my old friend Jekyll.

No, that he'd abandoned those particular experiments.

Well, he had, but the temptation was too great for him, so he has gone back to

them. And he cannot do without me.

Good day.

Come in, come in.

The lady, sir.

Mrs. Coggeshaw, how very pleasant to see you again. I'm glad you agreed to my

coming. Well, it would have been boorish of me to refuse a request from such a

charming woman.

Mrs. Willoughby, we do not wish to be disturbed.

Oh, that goes without saying, sir.

Yes, it does.

May I take your wrap?

Thank you.

Please be seated, Mrs. Coggeshaw. Mr. Hyde, I've come to ask you a question.

I'm quite sure that I can answer it equally well if you are seated, my dear.

Very well.

Now that you're working again with Dr. Jekyll, might I ask if it is still part

of the same experiment?

Yes. The duality of man.

Totally fascinating.

Can you tell me what that means exactly?

Whether or not it is possible to isolate the evil in man from the good.

A glass of Madeira, Mrs. Coggeshall? Thank you. No, I seldom drink.

Yes, I have heard that you're a woman of strict principles, but since we are both

some distance from Henry Jekyll, I thought that we might relax our guards

for a few moments.

I'm not quite sure I understand you, Mr. Hyde.

Oh, I'm quite sure you do, Mrs. Cockershaw.

However much one may admire Henry or even love him, there is no denying that

he is inclined to pomposity. I didn't come here... Or even frigidity. You're

being insulting. No, I'm merely pointing out that he and I are very different

people. I believe that man was given senses to be used and enjoyed.

He believes in original sin and in mortifying the flesh. He is a good man.

Oh, indeed.

Indeed.

But what do you feel?

When he comes into a room.

When he is near you, or when he kisses your hands.

Mr Hyde, I came here to ask you questions, not to answer yours. Yes,

yes, of course. At your request.

I was just hoping that our meeting might take place in a more relaxed atmosphere.

I'd hoped so, too.

A glass of Madeira, then?

Yes, please.

A small glass.

Madeira glasses are small.

Mr. Hyde, do you know that Dr. Jekyll and I are engaged to be married? Yes, I

believe he did say something of the sort.

Why should these experiments that we speak of keep him so preoccupied that he

can find no time to see me?

Well, when a man's mind is firmly fixed on one thing, Mrs. Coggeshall, you know

how it is. Thank you.

What can one do to help?

Well, since you're engaged to be married, it hardly seems proper of me to

make a suggestion.

It strikes me that you're not very interested in the proprieties, Mr. Hyde.

Not very, no.

How do you find the Madeira?

Very pleasant.

The duality of man.

And of woman, possibly.

Is Dr. Jekyll working on that, too, the duality of woman?

No, Mrs. Coggeshall.

I am.

And it's tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy.

And it's tidings of comfort and joy.

Do you know many of my girls here tonight are pretty awe-sprakers and ride

in rotten row of a Sunday and can't be told in the real automobile.

English, sir.

Feeling good night, sir.

The money, please, Governor.

No money, you sniveling bum-boy. No,

Governor. Fair's fair, Governor.

You there! Stop that!

What the devil do you think you're doing?

Mind your own business. You deliberately kicked the lad when he was on the

ground. It was an accident.

Accident be damned.

It was a deliberate piece of brutality.

Get out of my way. Not until you have given me your name and address. I

certainly shall do nothing of the sort.

I happen to be a magistrate of this area. Yes, and I happen to be an

extremely short-tempered man.

It's Sir Danvers Caruso.

I recognized him.

Yes, Inspector.

And you say you recognized the assailant?

Speak up, girl.

It's Mr. Hyde, sir.

Mr. Hyde is Dr.

Jekyll's assistant.

Does he live in the house?

No, Inspector, but sometimes he stays overnight in the spare room.

Is Dr. Jekyll at home?

No, Inspector.

I believe he's out attending a committee meeting of some nature.

Would that be half of Mr. Hyde's stick?

No, it is Dr.

Jekyll's. I gave it to him myself.

Filched by Mr. Hyde, no doubt.

Who find religious decent folk in virtues flaunting

golden scarlet?

I sneer between two puffs of smoke.

Give me the male and female harlot.

Oh God, help me.

My sins are too great for me to bear.

Please help me to walk again in thy ways.

Yes.

Thank you sir.

Thank you sir.

Good morning, Ford.

Good morning, Mrs. Cockershaw. I believe the doctor wanted to see me. Yes, madam.

Would you go straight round to the laboratory?

Isn't that rather unusual?

Yes, madam.

This way, please.

Come in.

Mrs.

Cockershaw, sir.

Anne, how very kind of you to come.

You've heard the news, of course.

Yes, there are several things that we have to discuss.

First, Henry, there's a question I'd like to ask you.

You're not hiding that man, are you?

Oh, God, no.

I promise you that we shall never hear from him again. You said that once

before, and the evening we became engaged. Yes, but this time I am

certain.

Oh, my dear one.

You look so ill and worried.

Are you sure there is nothing I can do to help?

Anne, it was like waking out of a nightmare.

But it was so real that it burnt into my mind.

There is one thing that I think would help.

Yes?

I think we should fix the date for our wedding.

Oh, yes, Henry, yes.

Of course, whenever you say.

Well, today is December the 20th. What would you say to the same day next

month?

The motion is proposed, seconded and carried.

In the meantime, I will concentrate on regaining my strength and working as

hard as I can for the Coggeshall Trust.

First, perhaps you should go away.

Take things easy.

Why not over Christmas?

Where would you suggest?

We could go to the lakes or to the sea.

We?

Oh, Henry, we're both mature people. We love one another. Why should we care

what other people might say?

As Dr. and Mrs. Jekyll. Why not if we have to?

And people in our position must observe the proprieties. Must observe the

proprieties.

Proprieties. I realize why you're doing this. You're doing it for my well-being,

for my sake. But I cannot allow you to sacrifice yourself for me in this

manner.

My good name.

Precisely.

Yes, Henry, of course you're right.

Silly of me.

Thank you, Anne.

Take therefore no thought for the morrow.

For the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself.

Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.

Something the matter, Janet?

Yes, sir.

I think...

What is it? Out with it, girl.

You know it was.

Mr. Paul Cook told you.

Well, what is it that you want me to do?

I want you to make sure, sir.

You see... I wouldn't put myself in nobody else's hands, sir.

Well, that's very kind of you, Janet, but there are certain ethics, sir.

In my profession, they'd have to be observed.

Sir?

Well, it's not considered correct practice for a doctor to examine someone

in his employ.

Well, I've been working for you for three years, sir. Yes, I understand

that, Janet. When I whooping coffee examine me, sir... Well, it's hardly the

same thing, Janet. I needed help just to... I'm sorry, Janet.

You will ask Mr Poole to provide you with the name of another doctor and he

will attend you.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

I've not done it!

Dear God, let this be an end.

Let me die.

On my usual round pen, Poole.

In East End Hospital at noon.

And I believe you have a meeting with Mrs. Coggeshall and the Trust at half

past three at Mr. Lanyon's. That's correct, but I'm hardly likely to forget

that, now am I? If I may say so, sir.

The staff have hardly had the opportunity of wishing you all

happiness, what with one thing and the other.

I'm so sorry, Poole. That's very remiss of me. Of course, you and the staff are

all invited to the wedding.

Mrs. Coggeshall insisted on it.

That is most gratifying, sir.

Oh, and I have arranged for Mrs. Cobbershall to have her personal effects

moved in here the day before, sir.

Thank you very much, Poole. You think of everything.

Thank you, Alex. I'll walk from here.

It's not like Henry to belate.

There's always so much for him to do at the hospital, and you know how

conscientious he is.

Well, I vote we start without him.

Certainly.

Fine. Well, the first item on the agenda is my visit to the Home Secretary last

week.

It's Hyde! He lives up here!

Edward Hyde! Come down!

Watch it!

Edward Hyde! Stop!

that stop HI!

If you truly love me, for God's sake do as I ask.

Poole has his orders.

He will have a drawer from my laboratory ready for you to take to Lanyon's house.

Tell Lanyon to send all the servants to bed.

And tell him that shortly after midnight, a man will present himself in

my name, and that he should put the contents of the drawer into his hands.

Then you must leave at once.

And you will have earned my love and gratitude forever.

Henry. Forget that I've not yet had the pleasure of your acquaintance.

No, forgive me, Mr. Lanyon. My impatience has shown heels to my

politeness. Yes, I do come at the instance of your colleague, Dr. Jekyll.

I was given to understand a draw.

Well, it's on the table.

Beneath the napkin.

You are far from well, sir.

Far from well.

Mr. Lanyon, I give you a choice.

Between what and what?

Well, either I can leave your house, in which case you will be left as before,

neither richer nor wiser.

An alternative?

It's to allow me to inject this potion here and now.

in which event you will witness a progeny to stagger the disbelief of

Satan. I'm a rational man, sir, so you go ahead.

Ah, yes, that's the greed of curiosity, eh? If you like it.

Very well, Hastie.

Who are you?

You do not know me, Hastie.

My name is Edward Hyde.

Hyde, my God, the police!

Through Jesus Christ, our mediator and redeemer.

Amen.

The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ and the love of God and the fellowship of

the Holy Ghost be with us all evermore.

Amen.

I suppose we shall never know what happened, eh?

No, I suppose not.

Although I could have sworn it was your signature in those notes to Mrs.

Coggeshall and Poole.

Forged it is.

No doubt.

I have no idea, Oliver.

But I am not Inspector Newcomer.

Concerning your new will, Henry, I've retained the previous request to your

servants.

Quite so.

And, of course, the residue of your estate to Anne.

Thank you.

Would you like to come along with me now and sign it? I can offer you a glass of

claret. Do you not think it would be more appropriate to wait until after

Anne and I are safely married, Oliver?

Safely, Henry.

Only a few more days.

Nevertheless.

Just as you say, of course.

Good morning, Poole.

Good morning, sir.

Well, a man could not wish for a finer wedding day, eh?

No, indeed, sir.

Your gardenia, sir.

Thank you, Poole.

You all set for the great occasion?

Yes, sir.

Except... Why, yes, Poole?

It doesn't seem right on your wedding day, sir, but I have to tell you that...

Well, come on, Poole, out with it.

It's the housemaid.

Turn it, sir.

Oh, yes, yes, yes, I know. I, uh... I, uh... I told her that I'd suggested that

you found her a doctor.

She's dead, sir.

Oh, no, she can't be.

She threw herself out of her window while you were out last night.

Oh, no, no, she must have fallen.

The body was removed, sir.

Well, why wasn't I told?

You were back very late, sir.

And what with today coming up, I didn't know what to do. But Inspector Newcombe

said this morning that it had to be broken to you. Yes, yes, yes, of course,

of course.

She, uh... She left a sort of note, sir.

May I see it?

The inspector took it.

Well, what did it say?

She could scarcely read or write, but it was just a scribble on one of her

curling papers.

Just one word.

What was it, Poole?

It looked like nobody, so...

Nobody. Nobody cares.

January the 20th.

I now see that at any hour of the day or night the

raging passions of Hyde will take control.

And I am left with...

Nothing but the horror of my other self.

My dear.

It's two o'clock in the morning.

What am I supposed to do about it?

We're all very understanding, Mrs. Coggeshall.

What do you understand?

No word, no note, no explanation.

Except that I am still Mrs. Coggeshall and not Mrs. Hyde.

Oh, Mrs. Hyde. Oh,

I mean Mrs. Jekyll.

Oh, God, I'm so tired, I don't know what I'm saying anymore.

Excuse me, madam.

Might I suggest that when the inspector has completed his investigation, that

you go up to the spare room?

Gwen has prepared it already. There's no more you can do tonight.

Yes, that seems to be good advice, madam.

Very well.

No sign of anyone but the servants in the house or the laboratory, Mr.

Coggeshall.

My constable at the front of the house tells me his carriage was waiting for

him for over an hour.

Yes, that's correct.

When I arrived, as you know, I was to be best man.

Nobody could find him.

Yet nobody's left the house?

Well, I'm afraid there's nothing more we can do for the moment.

Thank you, Inspector.

Goodnight.

Oh, and Paul, could you give the inspector and Mr. Utterson some

refreshment before they go? Yes, madam. And for you, madam? You haven't eaten

anything this evening.

Cook has gone to bed, but I could make you a chicken sandwich and bring it up

to your room.

Thank you, Paul. I feel very hungry.

Very good, madam.

Perhaps, though... Yes, madam?

Perhaps a small glass of Madeira.

I can think of nothing more pleasant at the end of the day than to find oneself

closeted with a beautiful woman.

Where is Dr. Jekyll?

Am I my brother's keeper?

Disappeared, I would think. But why?

One can only assume that he's changed his mind. About what?

Marrying you.

I don't believe it.

I think you do.

Get away from that door.

Why don't you scream? The whole house would hear you. You're wanted by the

police. Nobody else?

Oh, my dear... How dare you!

My dear Anne.

What a sad waste of a wedding night. How did you get here? The police are

everywhere.

Well, my purpose in life is to release that wonderful, happy, shouting reality.

Within us.

Satan.

That's what you are.

You may call it evil, but I call it God's gift.

Who are you?

I know those eyes. Who are you?

I'm half-man, Anne.

The half-man I think you would enjoy.

The hedonist.

A man who takes pleasure in the flesh and gives no thought for the devil.

I never thought that pleasures of the flesh were work of the devil.

No, I know that, but poor Henry Jekyll did not.

So again, what a sad waste of a wedding night.

You will get caught.

You realize that?

We shall see.

Mind you, I never intended to kill that stupid old man. It's just that sometimes

giving way to one's temper can bring great satisfaction.

The moment I set eyes on you, I knew that words weren't necessary.

The way you looked at me.

Second time I came to see you.

Pretending to be worried about poor Henry?

No.

I knew.

The small glass of Madeira.

May I?

We shall drink a loving cup to the two of us.

and absent friend

it's

pool madam is everything all right yes paul thank you i thought i heard voices

voices no you must be mistaken

Good night. Good night, Pooh.

Edward, it's six o'clock.

It's time you left me.

Mrs. Garbershaw!

Mrs. Garbershaw! Mrs.

Garbershaw! Mrs.

Garbershaw! Mrs. Garbershaw! Mrs. Garbershaw! It's all right. I'm here.

Mrs. Garbershaw, what is it? You bastard! Go and get your inspector

quickly! What's going on?

Go fetch the copper from the back.

Mrs. Coggeshall, if you know who the man was, name him.

Was this man Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde?

It was both of them.

Henry!

It's me, Oliver! Please open the door!

Sir, now listen to me, please.

Your master is either seized with one of those maladies that both torture and

deform the sufferer, or it is not your master.

In either case, I'm now resolved to break down the door to his laboratory,

and the inspector here agrees with me.

Now come, fool, we should eat lamps.

Hurry, man, hurry.

Quickly. Quickly.

Quickly.

Is it locked? Yes.

Andy!

I demand to see you!

For the love of God's sake, help me, please.

It's not locked just once.

Down with the door.

Stand aside. Go on. Out of the way.

Ha!

Help me, Paul.

Killed himself.

But, Mr. Utterson, where is Dr. Jekyll?

Thank you.

Thank you.