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(cows CHINK)

In less than fifteen minutes, I was ready to go forth into the world again, equipped.

- And the shopkeeper? - What about him?

- You may have killed him! - He might have killed me! He had a revolver.

- He was in his shop and you were robbing it! - Ah, fool!

- Can't you see my position? - And his, too.

Common conventions of humanity, Griffin.

They're all very well for common people.

You blame me for what I did?

Good Lord, no.

Blame? I never blame anyone for anything. It's quite out of fashion.

Ach!

You at least, I thought, would've understood.

You've understood nothing.

- (CLOCK STRIKES) - Well, I suppose you had to do what you did.

- You were in a fix. - An infernal fix.

Instead of bandages, why did you not paint and powder your face to make it visible?

I would need to remove it in order to vanish again.

Yes, I see.

The more I thought about it, the more I realised

what a helpless absurdity an invisible man was,

caught in a cold, dirty climate in a crowded, civilised city.

Before I made this mad experiment, I had dreamt of a thousand advantages.

That first day was all disappointment.

I'd gone over the List of the things a man reckons desirable.

Invisibility makes it possible to get them but it also makes it impossible to enjoy them.

Would you mind if I opened the window? The smoke.

Oh.

What's the use of ambition, Kemp?

What's the good of pride of place when you can't appear there?

I have no taste for politics, for the blaggardisms of fame,

for philanthropy, for sport.

What was I to do?

Kemp!

What was I to do?

For this I had become -

a wrapped-up mystery, a bandaged caricature of a man.

I had one hope, half a hope, and I have it still.

A way of getting back, of restoring what I've done,

but only after I've finished all that I mean to do invisibly.

Kemp, sit down, sit down.

I don't want to hurt you, Kemp,

but if you don't help me,

I will, I'll smash you, Kemp.

I'll kill you.

- I've told you I'll help you. - Excellent!

With you, this house,

there's no need for Plymouth or the steamer.

- Steamer? - To France,

then south, somewhere warm, that was the plan.

That WAS the plan.

Algiers, perhaps. Somewhere I could move about freely without disguise.

No need with you, Kemp.

(GRIFFIN) As for that tramp...

(KEMP) What tramp?

Don't you understand? That tramp has stolen my notebooks. You must get them back, Kemp.

Find that miserable cur and I shall kill him.

Get my memoranda and I'll kill the stinking Little rat.

Let him be the first, the start of the terror.

- (CREAKING) - There's someone there!

No, no, this is an old house, full of creaks and groans.

That tramp shouldn't be too difficult to trace.

He's probably still in the neighbourhood.

- You've told no one I'm here? - Of course not. That was understood.

There's someone out there!

Let me Look. If there's someone there, I'll send them away.

- It's probably one of the servants. - Stand away!

Adye, help!

Judas!

Treachery!

UP here!

- Stop him! - (STRAINING)

I'll kill you for this, Kemp, you traitor!

I'll kill you!

- After him! - (GRIFFIN RAGING)

No need, Adye. He'll be back.

Back to kill me.

(ROOKS CAWING)

(DOG BARKING)

ls he found?

Thank you, Rose.

He's insane, Adye, inhuman.

He dreams of a reign of terror. He's already wounded men.

Killed them, for all I know.

He'll roam around the countryside, killing and maiming. No one can stop him!

And if it's the last thing he does, he'll get even with me.

He counted on me and I betrayed him.

I don't mind admitting I'm terrified.

(ADYE) I have already wired the garrison for help.

The prison officials at Halstead have sent two men with bloodhounds.

They'll soon get the wind of your invisible man.

I've set every available officer to work.

We must prevent him from leaving the district.

- Have a watch set on trains and roads. - And shipping.

- He raved on about a steamer to Europe. - And shipping.

Have a proclamation posted warning people to be on their guard.

Yes, sir.

The only thing that will keep him here is revenge

and the thought of getting those notebooks back.

- Oh, yes. The tramp. - You've found him?

Apparently he spent the night in one of our strongest cells at his own request.

- Then you have the notebooks. - He denies their existence.

And you believe him?

Well, Griffin believes he has them and he'll stop at nothing to get them back.

We have one advantage. He won't be able to carry a weapon without giving himself away.

Night, he can do as he pleases.

And he's naked.

It will take more than cold weather to stop Griffin.

You'd best stay indoors until we have him.

- Don't worry about that. - My men will be in the grounds.

- Where are you going? - Council of war.

I want every house in the vicinity searched, and then further afield.

- Yes, sir! - When he eats, his food will show.

- What? - Here, until it's assimilated.

Oh! He'll have to hide after his eating. Good.

Surely we should prevent him from eating, starve him out.

You're right. I'll have every house in the district barred to him.

There's one other thing. It sounds cruel but it might stop him.

Lay broken glass on all the roads approaching this house and the police station.

- Mmm. - Damn it, this is not a game.

He's an invisible maniac. He's cut himself off from his own kind.

It's blood chilling to think what might happen. He's active and powerful.

He's very, very dangerous!

(BIRDSONG)

- How do, Mr Hinton. - You're a hard man to track down, Charlie.

- I ain't done nothing wrong - Leastways, not lately.

- What's up, then? - Madman Loose. You'd best get on home.

- Keep indoors, unless you're armed. - What's he done, this fella?

Disappeared.

(CRIES OUT)

- Lucy. - I've closed them all except the pantry, sir.

- The hinge was that rusty, it wouldn't move. - I'll deal with it myself.

Take this note to Colonel Adye.

- Again. - Go now, please,

and don't stop for anybody or anything, do you understand?

- I'll just fetch my hat. - Leave it. Go now!

Don't Loiter. Run all the way, if you're able.

It's a matter of Life and death.

(GRIFFIN PANTING)

- (GASPS) - Give it to me!

- Give it to me! - (SOBBING)

Help! Help!

Oh, there, there.

(KNOCKING)

Who is it?

Adye. Let me in.

- Your sen/ant's been assaulted. - What? ls she alive?

She'll be all right. Nasty gash in the head, hysterical, of course, but she's lucky.

Lucky? My God! Poor, wretched girl.

They found a man in a field near Fern Bottom, a labourer.

He'd been beaten about the head with a wooden stave.

- I thought there was no danger for her. - You sent her?

- He must have seen her Leave. - Why did you send her?

I sent her with a note for you. I received this Letter from Griffin.

Mm-hm.

- How did this come? - Postmarked Hintondean,

with an official stamp saying tuppence to pay.

Hmm.

(GRIFFIN) You've been very clever, Kemp,

but what you stand to gain by it, I cannot imagine.

The game is only beginning.

Today be the first day of the terror.

Day one of year one of the new epoch,

the epoch of the Invisible Man.

Death starts for you today, Kemp.

You may lock yourself away, put on armour, if you like,

but the unseen death is coming.

The game has begun.

Death starts!

Help him not, my people, lest death fall upon you also.

Today, Kemp is to die.

- The man's raving. - It's no hoax, Adye. He means it.

- Have you got shutters upstairs? - Only in the downstairs rooms.

There's no way he can get in. A cat couldn't climb up.

- Face it, Adye, he's winning. - Rubbish! Fella's surrounded for 20 miles.

What's the good of that, man? He's here, outside! He must be.

Armed men with dogs are beating the woods and fields.

You saw that letter! He won't leave here until I'm dead.

- (GLASS SMASHING) - Stay there!

- (GLASS SMASHING) - The study!

- (GLASS SMASHING) - That was downstairs.

This business is beyond reason. You might as well pit your wits against a ghost.

I get the measure of my opponents.

I fight visible crime, not some "now you see me, now you don't".

- But what shall we do? - The bloodhound'll settle him.

But how? He's out there.

- Have you got a gun? - No.

Not to spare, anyway.

Hmm. I'll bring it back.

You stay here. You'll be all right.

Adye, this is madness!

You lock this the moment I'm out.

(ROOKS CAWING)

Griffin!

- Don't move. - (GUNSHOT)

My God.

- Well? - Go back to the house.

- He'd never let me in. - That would be a pity.

I shall have to kill you and we have no quarrel.

Move!

Kemp!

I want you, Kemp.

- (BANGING) - I'm coming to get you, Kemp!

(HEAVY AXE BLOWS)

(BLOWS CONTINUE FROM THE HOUSE)

Kemp!

Help! Help!

Help! Help me!

Help me! Help me!

Please! Let me in!

Let me in! He's coming, he's coming!

Help me! Help me!

Here's here! Here's here!

Watch for the axe!

Spread out! Spread out. Form a line. Form a line.

He must still be here somewhere.

- (SNARLING) - (CHOKING)

Ugh!

No!

(CHOKING)

I've got him! I've got him.

- Give up, Griffin. You're trapped. - (GASPING AND CHOKING)

(AGONISED CRIES)

- (THUDDING) - (GRIFFIN) Have mercy! Have mercy!

- (STRANGLED CRY) - Stand back! He's hurt! He's hurt!

- Griffin! - He's shamming!

Get back!

- Griffin! - Don't you leave him go, sir.

(GRIFFIN) Help me... Help me...

(FAINTLY) Help...

Badly injured. We shall need a stretcher.

Kemp... (SIGHS)

the game is over.

Hang on, Griffin.

- Such power, Kemp. - Don't talk.

All for nothing.

Look!

(BELL TOLLS)

Now, Harry.

Want to hear a story?

Penny a night I'll be charging up at the Empire music hall.

You can hear it for nothing.

See these?

Secrets.

Full of them.

Er, here.

Er...

X...

X... little 2 up in the air...

cross...

and that... fiddle-di-dee.

Lord!

What a one he was for intellect.

Wonderful secrets, my friend.

All Left to me.

And when I get the hang of them, Lord, what won't I do!

Mmm.

Not... not like him.

He just...

Yes...

You wait.