All language subtitles for 13 - The Missing Q.C.s

[Bell chiming]

[Birds chirping]

“Come, ye blessed children
of my Father,

receive the kingdom
prepared for you

from the beginning
of the world.'

Grant this, we beseech thee,
O merciful Father,

through Jesus Christ,
our mediator and redeemer.

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."

- Amen.
-Amen.

[Chiming continues]

George Thomas Wilson.

I am arresting you
for the murder of your wife,

Agatha Elizabeth Wilson.

In late Victorian times there
lived many detectives --

the rivals
of Sherlock Homes.

Murder trial in second week!

Latest! Junior counsel
picked for England!

Read all about it!

Latest, latest!
Murder trial in second week!

Latest! Junior counsel
picked for England!

[ Footsteps approaching]

Oh, Mr. Dallas.

Oh, congratulations, Mr. Dallas.

That was such a game
you played on Saturday.

Thank you, Inspector.

That try of yours
in the second half, Mr. Dallas,

was a work of art.

A work of art!

I had a good team to help me.
Now, if you --

Success on the field,
Mr. Dallas.

I like to see that.

It's a pity you can't have
the same success in here today.

You know Wilson's guilty
as well as I do.

He'll hang, Mr. Dallas.
He'll hang!

Isn't that a matter for the jury
to decide, Inspector Mayhew?

- Oh. I --
- I'm so proud!

[ Laughs ] You're really
going to play for England.

- Milly, please. Not here.
-You're in all the papers.

-[ Coughs ]
-Uh, Milly.

Inspector Mayhew, Scotland Yard.
Milly Revell.

Ah, Miss Revell.
Revell?

Ah, not the daughter
of Sir Revel Revell, are you?

[Chuckles] I see you're
otherwise engaged, Mr. Dallas.

I'll, uh -- I'll leave you.

I thought you were
supposed to be on duty.

I got the afternoon off.

Now, Charlie Dallas,
it is my wish

that you ask my father for
my hand in marriage forthwith.

I can't ask him now.
Not in court.

Why?
Is it against the law?

Milly, this is my first
major case as junior counsel.

My big opportunity
given to me by your father.

I can't interrupt him now
to ask for his daughter's hand.

I mean, it's...
Well, it's un-- un--

Unbelievably jelly-kneed.

If you don't do it,
I shall ask him myself.

[ Smooches ]

-[ Giggles ]
-Oh, Milly.

Gentlemen, you see before you
a pathetic figure.

A decent, honest,
God-fearing Englishman

brought to this sad pass
by the intricate devilments

of a scheming and vicious woman.

You're late.
Sit down and listen.

Can you honestly say
that you could have endured

the appalling
and prolonged provocation

that this man has endured

and still retained your sanity?

There is a great lady

who stands above us
with her eyes bandaged

so that justice shall not
be warped or prejudiced.

But if we could see
beyond that bandage,

would we not also see a look
of infinite pity in her eyes?

That look of infinite pity

that must always temper justice
in a just man?

[ Spectators murmuring ]

[ Groans softly]

My lord, gentlemen of the jury,

if that lady referred to
by my learned friend

could come down into this court
at this moment,

I suggest that the look she
would bestow upon the defendant

would not be one
of infinite pity,

but one of infinite horror.

My lord, that is
a grossly improper remark.

In reply to
a grossly improper suggestion.

My learned friend
has the arrogance to claim

that he has justice on his side.

I am merely defending that great
lady's greatest virtue --

impartiality.

My learned friend
is being offensive.

We are both being offensive.

I intend to be,
but you can't help it.

I Laughter]

- MAN: Order.
-I concur.

You are both being exceedingly
and childishly offensive.

Pray desist.
And continue, Mr. Ladbroke.

You noticed, did you not,
the suggestion of insanity

creep into
my learned friend's speech?

In case he should nail

that hoary old red herring
to his masthead,

let us deal with it directly.

I call Professor...

- What's the fellow's name?
-Dyne.

- Dyne?
-Augustus Dyne.

Ah.
Professor Augustus Dyne.

- Call Professor Dyne.
-Call Professor Dyne.

[ Spectators murmuring ]

Take that book away.

I'll have none of that
religious hocus-pocus.

My lord, this is --

Do you wish
to affirm, Professor?

You may take it, my lord,
that I refuse to swear.

JUDGE: Now, let me be
quite clear about this.

DYNE:
There's no confusion, my lord.

I am a forensic alienist,
not a magician.

JUDGE:
We are not questioning

your professional
qualifications.

Do you wish to affirm?

When it comes to men's brains,

it's best not to start
swearing oaths about the truth,

let alone the whole truth.

JUDGE: That is not an answer
to my question.

Milly, you must not send me
notes in court.

I didn't.
Did you ask Father?

Sorry about the note, sir.
Uh, Perkins, Evening Globe.

How does it feel to be picked
for the England 15?

You're impertinent, sir.

I would never consider
disturbing you

when you are working.

I expect you to extend
the same courtesy to me.

- Good day.
-Sorry, sir.

Oh, Charlie,
that was magnificent.

Milly, it is my wish
that you go home. Now.

I am not a member of the press.

Please don't speak to me
in that manner.

I shall remain here
until you have done as I wish.

On, Milly.

[Bell chiming]

May I ask what your relationship
to Mr. Dallas is?

That is a matter
I expect to be decided

before the court is adjourned
this afternoon.

[Sighs]

All the court is asking of you,
Professor,

as a distinguished specialist,

is your considered
professional opinion.

What you really want to know
is if I think this fellow's mad.

Or at least mad enough to be
certified if he's found guilty.

I object, my lord!
What right has this man --

- JUDGE: Silence.
-I will not be silent.

Sir Revell.

My lord, I object.

This witness is prejudiced.

We're all prejudiced,
Sir Revell.

Just as we're all,
to some degree, insane.

There are, at this moment,

a pair of monomaniacs facing
each other in this very court.

I Laughter]

MAN:
Order. Order.

But to be serious for a moment,

let everyone in this place look
closely at his neighbor's face.

Cannot you detect something
wrong in the eyes, in the mouth?

A trace of madness
where the, uh,

[Clears throat] Great Creator's
hand has slipped?

None of us is perfect.

But I say to you now,
in my opinion,

this defendant is as fit
to face his trial and judgment

as anyone in this courtroom.

Thank you, Professor Dyne.

[indistinct talking]

Sir Revell,
concerning your daughter,

I have a question
I would like to ask.

Of course, my boy, of course.
Anytime.

Members of the jury,

this witness has not even
examined the defendant.

What is your opinion worth?
I put it to you, Professor.

If you want a full
investigation, Sir Revell,

give me your man.

I'll give you an answer
to your question inside a week.

And by that time, of course,

the defendant will be of
more interest to an undertaker

than to a judge and jury.

Yes, if I may say so,
that is a very silly answer.

To a silly question.

You recall the old adage,
Sir Revell?

I Laughter]

Would you like my opinion,
my lord,

on the condition of the brain

of the learned counsel
for the defense?

No, thank you, Professor.

[ Laughter continues]

MAN: Order.

Order.

[indistinct talking]

Decent. Honest. God-fearing.

You heard the words spoken
on behalf of the defendant.

Decent enough
to have watched his wife --

his intended victim --

die a slow and agonizing death
from poison.

Honest enough
to have bought her coffin

with money stolen from her
three days before she died --

and demanded
15% discount on the deal.

There is honesty for you.

God-fearing?

I hope so, for his soul's sake.

For it is the only thing
that can save him

from the fires of hell.

It's you will burn
in the fires of hell, not me!

JUDGE: Silence.

This is a case of murder
as cold-blooded

and premeditated and brutal
as any in the history of crime.

To remove any last traces
of doubt

that may still linger
in your minds,

I intend to ask one question.

That question, simple though
it be, will finish the case.

My lord, I see before me
a tired and beaten man,

his counsel in disarray,

having exhausted their energies
in vain pleadings on his behalf.

But, my lord, I would not
hit a man when he is down.

So with your permission
I will reserve my question

until tomorrow morning.

[ Spectators murmuring ]

MAN: Order.

- Yes, yes.
-Order.

This court will adjourn
until 10:30 in the morning.

[indistinct talking]

Wilson's not helping his case
in the slightest.

Impulsive.
Far too impulsive.

Perhaps if you had a word
with him, sir.

Excellent idea, my boy.
You talk to him.

- But, sir, coming from you --
-Oh, no, I wish I could.

But I'm afraid I have a --
a rather pressing engagement.

Ah, Milly, my dear.

Did Charlie talk to you, Father?

Of course he did.
He was talking all the time.

See you at home tonight,
Charlie, my boy,

discuss tomorrow's details.

There you are, Edward.
Now, come along.

You're a great disappointment
to me, Charles.

I will not cry in public.
Please take me home.

But, Milly,
I have to speak to our client.

As you wish.

If you really prefer the company
of that man to mine!

[Sighs]

Mm. What do you want?
Where's Sir Revell?

Mr. Wilson,
Sir Revell is of the opinion

that you are not helping matters

by your uncontrolled outbursts
in court.

Please take our advice
and remain silent.

I don't like the way
this case is going.

I don't like the way Ladbroke's
allowed to get away with it.

We're giving him a bit of rope,
that's all.

To hang me.
That's your little game, is it?

You'll take my money,
then let me swing.

And as for that professor...

The prosecution
is perfectly entitled

to call its own witnesses.

Professor Dyne
is a most eminent surgeon.

Well, I don't like it.

And I don't like that question
left in the air like that.

It's a threat.

If you're not happy
about the way

your defense is being handled,
Mr. Wilson,

it's always open to you
to make a change.

I'm going to make a change,
all right.

I'm going to take this case
into my own hands.

- MAYHEW: Oh, Mr. Dallas.
-inspector.

Could I crave your indulgence,
Mr. Dallas?

[ Chuckles ]
It's, uh -- It's for my boy.

- Oh. What's his name?
-Uh, Harry.

I'm surprised to see you
still here, Mr. Dallas.

I had to give Wilson
a piece of my mind.

Ah. [Chuckles]

Not losing confidence,
is he, surely?

The man's an idiot.

He's threatening to take
the case into his own hands.

Is he, now?

Oh, he doesn't mean it,
of course.

But he's not
the most reasonable client.

There you are, Inspector.

[ Chuckles ]
Thank you, Mr. Dallas.

Good night.

Good night, Mr. Dallas.

I simply
don't understand Charlie.

He tackled the entire
Scottish 15 single-handed,

but he hasn't the courage
to tackle Papa.

You're being very unjust, dear.

Life for the female sex
is unjust, Mother.

Oh, nonsense.

You're far too much
like your father.

And you're far too knowledgeable
for a young woman of your age.

A little feminine weakness
wouldn't come amiss.

-[ Door closes]
-Father!

Milly!

Now, you are not to speak
to your father

until Mr. Dallas has.

- Oh, Mr. Dallas. Good evening.
-Good evening, Lady Revell.

Isn't my husband with you?

L-I'm afraid not.
He's with the Lord Chief.

Oh.

You'll join us for dinner,
of course.

Oh, that's most kind of you.

I'm sorry I upset you
this afternoon.

But you must let me deal
with matters in my way.

As soon as this case is over,
I'll speak to your father.

Charlie, you know quite well
when Papa and Mr. Ladbroke

get their teeth
into a nice, juicy murder case,

they like to keep it running
for at least a month.

I can't wait that long.

Are you suggesting that your
father deliberately prolongs --

There's no harm in it.
They're like children.

And the longer the case,
the more they get paid.

Ah!
Sorry I'm late.

Lord Chief hauled Jimmy Ladbroke
and myself up for a roasting.

Told us to get a move on
and finish this case by Friday.

He wants to hunt
with the Quoin or something.

Mr. Dallas has a very important
question to ask you, Papa.

Don't talk to me
about questions.

We've had enough questions
for one day, eh, Charlie?

You know
that old Jimmy Ladbroke.

He's a cunning devil.

Now, Milly, my dear, run along.
There's a good child.

Charlie and I are busy.

F La Ga Gee Gee pum pum pum F

I, um...

I, uh, saw Wilson, Sir Revell.

Ah, Wilson.
Who's Wilson?

- The, uh, defendant.
-Oh, yes.

Silly idiot.
Shouting out like that. Ohh.

He's not too happy about the way
the case is going.

Oh, isn't he? Isn't he, by Jove?
impudent fellow.

He said, uh -- Well, he said
he was going to make a change.

Ah, they all do.
Every man jack of them.

They always want to conduct
their own defense.

Well, let him.
That's all I can say.

And the black cap will be on
by the end of the week.

[indistinct talking]

[Sighs]

Mr. Ladbroke's
not here yet, sir.

Oh, he'll overdo it
one of these days.

Does the prosecution wish
to continue with the case?

My lord, uh, may I request
a few moments' delay?

Mr. Ladbroke has not yet arrived
in court.

I have sent down
to his chambers.

Please excuse.
Most extraordinary, my lord.

[Sighs]

We will await the return
of your messenger, Mr. Coyle.

Do you think
he's funked it, sir?

I expect he's overdone it.

He was always too fond
of his brandy.

My lord, Mr. Ladbroke's clerk
has informed me --

Well, that is, Mrs. Ladbroke

has informed Mr. Ladbroke's
clerk to inform me --

Pray inform us, Mr. Coyle.

My lord, Mr. Ladbroke went out
after supper

on an urgent call
for a meeting with a solicitor

and hasn't been seen
or heard of since.

[ Spectators murmuring ]

My lord, I-l don't know what
to make of it at all. At all.

-[ Sighs ]
-[ Spectators murmuring]

MAN: Silence.

Are you prepared to continue
with the case, Mr. Coyle?

No, my lord.
I'm not at all prepared.

Uh, would an adjournment
be at all in order?

With the consent
of the other side.

My lord, we might, I presume,
claim a verdict of acquittal,

as our opponent is unprepared
to proceed with the case.

However, I should be
very reluctant to adopt a course

which, however legal, might not
be seen by the world at large

as satisfying
the course of justice.

We therefore leave the matter
in your lordship's hands.

Very right and proper,
Sir Revell.

In the circumstances,
I see nothing for it

but to adjourn this case
until this time tomorrow.

[indistinct talking]

Mr. Dallas!
Mr. Dallas!

DALLAS: Inspector.

- About the Ladbroke case...
-Oh, it's a case already?

I'd like a word
with you immediately.

Could you possibly step over
to my offices in Scotland Yard?

"I am going
to make a change, all right.

I am going to take this case
into my own hands."

That's exactly what George
Thomas Wilson said, is it?

Yes, he said it.
But you don't --

And now today --
the very next day --

the leading counsel disappears
into thin air.

No clues.

But a very strong motive,
which is more important.

But in the circumstances, how
could he possibly have done it?

He's been in custody
for 12 weeks.

Well, he could have had it
all planned beforehand.

A fellow like that
always has accomplices.

Many accomplices.

Wilson's never behind this.

Look, I admit
it's an outside chance.

But outsiders do come in,
you know?

Inspector, you're making this
all sound more sinister

than it really is.

Old Jimmy Ladbroke
will be in court tomorrow,

or I'll eat my wig and gown.

[indistinct talking]

There's no more news
of Mr. Ladbroke, my lord.

There's no one that's found
a living trace of him.

[ Spectators murmuring ]

MAN: Order.

Silence.

My lord, uh...

My leader, Sir Revel Revell,
has also disappeared.

[ Spectators murmuring ]

He went out suddenly last night
and never returned.

MAN: Silence.

Both counsel disappeared
into thin air?

What is the meaning of this?

I ask you
in the name of justice,

what is the meaning of this?

Hmm?

"...therefore, that I must beg
you to return to your chambers.

But I am sure you will agree

that the matter
is of the utmost urgency.

Charles Dallas."

And I'm supposed to have
sent this to Sir Revell?

- Do you deny writing that note?
-Certainly I do.

But it is in your own
handwriting, Mr. Dallas.

It's a good imitation
of my handwriting,

but I assure you
I didn't write it.

Both Lady Revell
and her daughter

have identified that handwriting
as yours.

I know.
But I didn't write it.

I told them that.
And, naturally, they believe me.

Oh.

Well, uh, then,
if we may assume for a moment

that you didn't write it,
then, uh, well, who did?

If we knew that, Inspector,

we'd be a long way towards
solving the mystery.

Presumably someone who had
access to your handwriting.

Which could be
any one of a thousand.

But there is
one obvious suspect.

- Oh?
-George Thomas Wilson!

- Really, Inspector.
-Can you think of anyone else?

- No, but --
-Well!

I say everything points to him.

I can see he might
possibly have a motive

for removing
the prosecuting counsel.

But why on earth
should he want to kidnap

his own defense counsel?

To get rid of him.

He wanted that.
You told me so yourself.

Have you seen Wilson?

Yes.
Saw him this morning.

Very cock-a-hoop he was too.

Of course he denied
having anything to do

with the kidnappings.

Actually had the effrontery
to ascribe it to an act of God

to prove his innocence
to the world.

Though why he should involve
the Almighty

in a purely police matter,
I can't think.

I'll tell you what I do think.

I think that With both
the counsels out of the way,

the judge is quite likely to say
there is no case against Wilson.

And order an acquittal,
you mean?

Exactly. And that is what I call
a copper-bottomed motive.

All right!
So Wilson has a motive.

But how did he do it?

Well, um, bribery?
Accomplices?

I don't know.

But is there any other reason
for anyone else

to spirit away
two elderly Q.C.s?

There's -- There's been
no demand for ransom.

Nothing like that.

Supposing it was me,
and I was a little mad,

and I had a legal problem
of appalling complexity.

I'd want to pick the brains of
the best lawyers in the country.

[ Laughs 1

Well, you find your madman,
Mr. Dallas.

And you prove Wilson did it.

Aye!
That is a wager.

Let's hope one of us comes up
with something quickly.

Whichever way you look at it,
it's a damn lunatic case.

[ Laughs 1

Missing Q.C. sensation!

Home Secretary
to make statement!

Missing Q.C. latest!
Missing Q.C. sensation!

Home Secretary
to make statement!

Statement, indeed.

I never saw such a feeble
pronouncement in my life.

The Home Secretary's
in a very difficult position.

Nearly a week and not a clue.
What could he possibly say?

But nothing
seems to be being done.

I really can't understand it.

Lady Revell, let me assure you
that I, for one,

am giving up every spare moment
of my time to the task.

And not only me.

It's not too much to say
that the whole nation

is looking for your husband
and Mr. Ladbroke.

Then all I can say is
they can't be looking very hard.

[Sighs]
I wish I were a man.

Clearly you're all looking
in the wrong place.

- We must be patient, Milly.
-Patient?

You say you're doing
everything you can.

But what exactly are you doing?

I've withdrawn from the
England 15 till they're found.

What more do you want?

Charlie, I'm sorry.
You shouldn't have done that.

- I'm sorry. Really, I am.
-it's all right.

All I can say is whoever did
this must be absolutely potty.

Absolutely.

- Just a minute.
-What?

Inspector Mayhew said
it was a damned lunatic case.

He was right.

Do you know
I think for once he might be.

[Bell chiming]

All right, Mr. Dallas.
Let's have a look at you.

Oh, it's not me, Professor.
I'm perfectly all right.

You're an expert on the insane.
All I'm asking --

Yes, yes.

Some inflammation at the base
of the left basal ganglia.

Quite, quite.

Ah! You're all on wires,
aren't you, Mr. Dallas?

Well, naturally, I -- I'm very
upset about this whole business.

Really?

I should have thought
you'd have been delighted.

Two of your seniors
painlessly removed?

Quick promotion.

It's not as simple as that, sir.

You see, I'm very attached
to Sir Revell's daughter.

Oh! Forgive me.

I had no idea the matter

was of more than
ordinary interest to you.

Women been getting at you a bit,
have they?

Oh, Milly's a splendid girl.

But she's just like her father.
Very impatient.

Oh.
Have the Revells many children?

Milly's their only daughter.

Ah. Interesting.

I've long held the theory
that the first female child

has a similar brain structure
to that of her father.

Never been able to prove it,
of course.

But it's
a fascinating possibility.

Ah, I'm getting old, Dallas.

Professor,
supposing this kidnapping

to be the work of a lunatic,

have you any idea as to the sort
of man we might be after?

Well, I must confess
the case interests me.

Along with the rest of this
nation of armchair detectives.

I should like to be able
to help you.

You may well be my last hope.

But as to it being
the work of a lunatic,

it seems to me that whoever
is capable of spiriting away

two exceptionally
intelligent gentlemen

and concealing them from the
authorities for over a fortnight

must be something
in the nature of a genius.

Yes, but what's the motive?
There must be a reason.

Now, look here, my boy.

Just you forget about motives

and all the rest of this
amateur-detective nonsense.

Or you'll have
a proper breakdown.

You stick to your own job.

Let the police
get on with theirs.

And you tell that
to Miss Milly Revell.

It's your doctor's advice.

I'm going to give you
some pills. Sedatives.

Eh, you're not serious

about withdrawing
from the England team?

Oh, yes, sir.
It's not really the time --

There you are.
Take two at night.

Reconsider your decision.
You're a great player.

We can't afford to lose you.

Good evening, Professor.

A very good evening to you,
Mr. Dallas.

Thank you, Ethel.

Thank heavens.

[Bells chiming]

Morning, Inspector.

Oh, no.

Not again, not today.
Not on Sunday.

Please leave me alone.

Have you found anything more
against Wilson?

No.

Not today, Mr. Dallas.
Not today.

Well, our investigations seem to
have ground to a complete halt.

Mr. Dallas, look.
Go -- Go home.

Go to bed. Go to sleep.
Play rugger.

Do anything you like.
But please leave me --

And what do you mean
by withdrawing from -- What?

Oh, thank you.

It's for you?

-It's for you.
-it's from Lady Revell.

Nothing to do with the case,
I suppose?

I don't know until I see her.

Oh, Charlie,
I'm so relieved to see you.

Milly's gone.

Gone? Where?

- She had a note.
-A note?

It arrived this morning
from someone

who thinks
he can help find my husband.

Who was it?
Please try to remember.

Didn't say. It was just signed,
"A well-wisher."

- Well, have you the note?
-Milly took it with her.

You see, there were
some directions on it.

Somewhere down in Surrey.

You shouldn't have let her go
without someone to escort her.

I tried to stop her, Charlie.
Really, I did.

But you know Milly.

Once she's made up her mind,
she's just like my husband.

Pigheaded.

Try to remember where it was,
Lady Revell.

She had to catch a train
from Waterloo.

She looked it up
in the directory.

Oh, she's marked it. Look.
Barwood.

Barwood?

[Hooves clopping]

[Dogs barking]

[Dogs barking, howling]

[Birds cawing]

What is this place?

Oh, bless you, sir.
Don't you know?

Well, no.

It's a lunatic asylum.

That's what it is.
Full of loonies.

And that'll be two shillings
to you, sir.

Oh, yes.
Of course.

- Thank you, cabby.
-Ah, thank you, sir.

[Dog howling]

[ Bell rings 1

[Hooves clopping]

[Thunder rumbling]

[ Bell rings 1

[Jingling]

[Locks disengaging]

Good afternoon.
I was wondering if a young la--

DYNE:
What's going on, Brander?

Professor Dyne.

Mr. Dallas! Well, I never!
What brings you here?

Well, sir, I --

Of course.
You've come to find Miss Revell.

Ah, it's all right, Brander.
I know our visitor.

Pleased to see you, Dallas.

Your young lady's here.
Safe and sound.

All the better for seeing you,
I have no doubt.

I'm sorry, sir.
I had no idea.

Lady Revell said that Milly had
gone off to see a well-wisher.

Naturally she was concerned,
of course.

A childish device, I must admit.

But you must forgive us elderly
gentlemen our eccentricities.

We have a visitor, Miss Revell.
A pleasant surprise, eh?

- Hello, Charlie.
-Milly.

- A glass of Madeira, Mr. Dallas?
-Oh, thank you, Professor.

Brander, the Madeira.

Brander was once
one of my patients years ago.

Weren't you, Brander?

He doesn't answer
because he cannot.

During the operation,

a hemorrhage occurred
in Broca's convolution.

We get on very well together,
Brander and I.

I never stop talking.
He never says a word.

Most satisfactory.

All right, Brander.

Why did you have to operate,
Professor?

Criminal lunatic, my dear.

Violent crimes
of the vilest nature.

I'm proud of Brander.
He's one of my big successes.

Your work is so important,
so very worthwhile, Professor.

I like to think so, my dear.
I like to think so.

Perhaps you'll be able
to help me with it.

I should be delighted
to help you in any way I can.

- Good, good.
-Professor.

I gather you suggested

that you might be able
to find Sir Revell.

Did I?
Did I, indeed?

Well, yes, sir.
Your note to Milly.

Oh, as to actually finding
Sir Revell,

I'm afraid I can't promise that.

But as I was explaining
to his charming daughter,

I do have one or two theories.

Then you don't know where he is.

- Good heavens, no.
-But you said...

Actually, it was Mr. Dallas
who set me thinking.

I thought it would be a good
idea if I were to meet you.

A clearer picture of Sir Revell
coming from his only daughter

might have proved helpful.

I don't see how.

My dear Miss Revell,
we who deal with the mind

must study every possible aspect
of the case

before making our appraisal.

Of course.

Actually, I can't think of
anybody with a better motive

for abducting two eminent Q.C.s
than myself.

[Thunder crashes]

You?

Miss Revell, think how valuable

and interesting
it would be for me

to be able to compare two of
the finest minds in the country.

You don't really mean that.

[ Chuckles ]
No. I don't really mean it.

But, uh, it would be the chance
of a lifetime, wouldn't it?

I mean,
speaking purely professionally.

You have your patients, surely.

Oh, yes.
My poor patients.

Sometimes I long
to examine a mind

that isn't diseased, though.

I always thought that,
if it was for research,

you could get healthy bodies
from the hospitals.

Oh, yes. Dead ones.
No good dead.

Must have blood and oxygen
pumping through them

to get the correct reactions.

The professor's
joking with us, Milly.

I know you always use animals
for research.

Mm. Some people do.
They're wasting their time.

The human brain
is like no animal brain.

Much more interesting
and complicated.

The most complicated, involved,

and secret mechanism
known to man.

[Thunder crashing]

And of all men,

I have come nearest
to unraveling those secrets.

Poor animals.
I like animals.

Why should I take it out
on them?

They don't mean any harm.
Not like we do.

We human beings
actually mean harm.

Have you ever thought of that?

The seeds of greed,
cunning, cruelty

are planted
in every human being.

In even the finest brain,
there is a flaw, a stain.

Our personalities are split
between good and evil,

and we cannot always control
which side comes out on top.

That's what makes the human race
so interesting.

And so unlovable.

[People moaning, screaming]

Ah, my patients.

This kind of storm
upsets them terribly.

If you'll excuse me
for a few moments,

I think I must go and see them.

[Thunder crashing]

[ Machinery clatters]

Could we come with you,
Professor?

Well...

You see, there are certain --
certain things not suitable

for the eyes and ears
of a young lady.

I am a trained nurse, Professor.

Are you?
Are you, indeed?

And I should very much
like to come.

Oh, well, uh, in that case.

But you understand
it's on your own responsibility.

[Thunder crashing]

[ Meaning, screaming continue]

Calm down.
Calm down.

Calm down.
Calm down.

It's all right.
I am here with you.

-It's all right.
-MAN: No, no, no!

No, no.

[Screaming stops]

[Man whimpering]

Calm down, old fellow.

Calm down.

That's right.
That's right.

Calm down.
That's it.

Manic-depressive.
Suicides.

- Can you help him?
-Oh, yes.

[Thunder crashing]

I shall extirpate
part of the frontal lobe.

I shall operate tonight,
Matthew.

Prepare the patients.

What are the operations to be?

DYNE: Something new.
Something very difficult.

Do you know, I believe I'm
the only surgeon in the world

who could even attempt it?

And I'm 72.

I should like to watch you
operating sometime, Professor.

Hmm, so you shall, my dear.
So you shall.

When I was a medical student,

you wouldn't believe the clumsy
butcher's tools they had to use.

I've had to invent
most of these myself.

- Now, you take...
-[ Thunder crashing]

[indistinct talking]

That was very interesting,
Professor.

- Wasn't it, Charlie?
-Very.

As the professor's
operating tonight,

don't you think
we're outstaying our welcome?

Oh. But I thought Miss Revell
wanted to watch me operate.

We surgeons love an audience,
you know, my dear.

Oh, Charlie, can't we stay?

I really think
we ought to be getting back.

- But, Charlie, there's no --
-Milly.

[ Chuckles ]

Oh, well,
just as you like, my dears.

I'll go and order
a carriage immediately.

God's sake, Milly,
we've got to get out of here!

- We've got to get help.
-What are you talking about?

He's got your father
and Mr. Ladbroke in there.

That's who he's planning
to operate on.

Oh, come, Charlie.

While he was showing you around,

I saw Sir Revell being prepared
for the operation.

- I promise you it's true.
-What are we going to do?

[ Door opens ]

So, my dears, you found
the solution to your problem.

What do you mean, Professor?

Oh, come, Mr. Dallas.

You don't imagine I'm so naive
as not to have realized

why you are so anxious to leave?

I don't understand.

The two missing Q.C.s
are about to be sacrificed

to the cause
of medical research.

Research?

The world will call it
cold-blooded murder.

One day the world
will be more generous.

Humanity will be the richer

for the knowledge I shall gain
from the dissection

of two of the finest brains
in the country.

You're mad.

The dividing line
between insanity and genius

is a narrow one, Mr. Dallas.

Happily, I fall
into the latter category.

Come, Miss Revell.

You wanted to watch me operate,
and so you shall.

Now, look, Professor.
It's a fascinating theory.

But don't you think
this has gone far enough?

You can't be serious.

Oh, I am, my boy.
Perfectly serious.

- Come along.
-Stay where you are, Milly!

Don't be foolish, Mr. Dallas.

I should hate
to have to use this.

- For God's sake, Professor!
-Over there, Mr. Dallas!

Now, we shall see you later.

Meantime, feel free to help
yourself to a drink, won't you?

You'll find
plenty of reading matter

to help you pass the time.

Oh, Charlie!

[ Machinery clattering]

[Dogs barking]

[ Door slams ]

[Dogs barking, birds cawing]

Get him! Get him!

Get him!

[ Barking continues]

I apologize for the discomfort,
Miss Revell.

But you'll appreciate

I must have absolute quiet
while I'm working.

All right, Matthew.
Let's begin.

Dallas?

Mm.

It appears that your Mr. Dallas
has left the house, Miss Revell.

I don't think he'll get away.

It's just not possible.

My grounds
are too securely guarded.

All right, Brander.

Now to work.

And afterwards you yourself
will provide the material

for my final
and conclusive experiment.

[Dogs barking]

Go on! Go on!
Get him! Come on!

Get him, boy!
Come on!

Come on! Get him!

[Dogs barking]

Come on! Get him!
Come on! Come on! Come on!

[Birds cawing]

[ Door opens ]

[Door closes]

[ Breathing heavily]

What do we got here, then?
On a Sunday night and all.

- I just got away from the hall.
-What hall?

Barwood Hall.

- Professor Dyne's place?
-Listen...

Get in touch
with Inspector Mayhew,

Scotland Yard.

Got it? Mayhew.

Tell him...

No, let me speak to him.

Scotland Yard on a Sunday night?
Oh, you'll be lucky.

The professor is
a dangerous criminal lunatic.

He is about to murder
two innocent men in cold blood.

Oh, is he?

Well, you better
come in here, then.

You tell us all about it.

It's desperately urgent!
There's not a moment to lose.

Oh, well, we better do something
about, then, hadn't we?

I mean, we can't have
the professor going around

murdering people in cold blood,
now, can we?

What? Don't!
Listen, you idiots!

What are you doing?!

Listen to me, will you?!

What? Oh!

That were a close thing.
Ruddy loony.

Yeah, the first one of them
got away

from the professor's place
in years.

DALLAS: Aaah!

[ Groans softly]

Go on.
Save it.

I don't like it, Sergeant.
It's sort of creepy.

He'll calm down.
Give him time.

Maybe somebody should take
a look at him.

Well, go on, then.
Take a look at him.

You take a look at him.

We'll both take a look at him.

I think he's passed out.

Now what do we do?

Come on.

Oi.

Well?

God save us, I think he's dead.

- Aah!
-What the devil?

Stay where you are.
Or I'll break his neck.

- For God's sake!
-What do I do, Sarge?

You'll do exactly as I say.

Or your friend's a dead man.
I mean it.

Now, unlock these handcuffs.

Oh, but I can't --

- Come on.
- Do as he says.

You all right, Sergeant?

-[ Gasping ]
-Now...

What the devil do you think...

Handcuff your Sergeant.

Do as I say.
Tell him, Sergeant.

Do as he says.

I'm sorry about this, Sergeant.

That's better.

- All right, Sergeant! I got him!
-Save your energy.

You'll need all your strength
soon enough.

I'm sorry about this.

Put me through to Scotland Yard.

Fast as you can.
It's very urgent.

He's telephoning Scotland Yard.

Dangerous lunatic.
That's what he is.

[Sighs]

Right blooming idiots
we're gonna look.

Clever lunatic, if you ask me.

Yeah, they're the worst.
The cunning ones.

And he's strong as an ox.

Now what do we do?

God knows.

- What?
-MAN: I'm sorry, sir.

Can't get through to London
at all, sir.

All the lines are down.

It's the storm, sir.
Brought them all down, it seems.

Damn!

No luck?

Now, why don't you come
back here like a good fellow,

let us take care of you,
and no harm done?

God's sake, can't you get it
into your heads?

- I am not a lunatic.
-No, no, sir. Of course not.

So you'll just come
and let us out of here

and prove how sensible you are.

All right, then.

Look at this.

Recognize him?

- Charlie Dallas.
-The same.

What?
Not the England fly half?

Well, yes, actually.
Now perhaps you'll believe me.

Good Lord.

It seems we owe you
an apology, sir.

Good Lord, sir.
I mean, well, good Lord, sir.

12th of March, 1900.

Comparative dissection
of two healthy male brains

commenced 7:37 postmeridian.

[Bell ringing,
pounding on door]

[ Muffled grunting]

SERGEANT: I want to speak
to Professor Dyne, please.

Urgent!

[ Muffled grunting]

- Easy, there.
-Oh, look sharp, please.

Patient of his.
A desperate character.

You people
ought to be more careful.

Can't have dangerous lunatics

wandering around
the countryside.

Take it easy.
You're home.

You'll be all right now.

Steady.

-[ Muffled grunting]
-Come on, now.

Will you take it easy?

Will you --
I'll have to give you --

Go get your master.
Double-quick time.

I'll give you such a...

Think he believed us all right.
So far, so good.

We all said in the village

that butler weren't right
in the head.

Yeah, real comic, isn't he?

Pray God we're in time.

Go away, Brander.
I'll not be disturbed.

Yes.
That should be all right.

Do you hear me, Brander?
Go away!

I'll not be disturbed!

You'd think he'd be worried,
wouldn't you,

losing one of his patients?

Looks like
we're gonna be here all night.

Old professor's
got some nice things.

DALLAS: Shh!

[ Machinery clattering]

Look after him, you two.
And then follow me.

[ Grunting ]

Come on, Sergeant!

[People moaning, screaming]

Mr. Dallas?

It's all over, Professor.

All over?

I had only just begun.

Begun.

What had I begun?

- Give me that, Professor.
-[ indistinct shouting]

Calm down.
Okay.

Oh, Milly, darling.
Are you all right?

Darling, thank God.

[Shouting continues]

[indistinct talking]

- JUDGE: Sir Revell?
-Yes, my lord?

Mr. Ladbroke?

I should like it
to be put on record

that this court is relieved

to see you both safely restored
to our midst.

- My lord.
-My lord.

Ah.
Now, where were we?

Oh, yes.

Uh, Mr. Ladbroke,
if I may remind you,

before we were
so rudely interrupted

by forces outside our control,

you were about
to ask a question.

My lord, gentlemen of the jury,

let us remove
the last traces of doubt

that this man who stands
indicted before you

is guilty of the crime
of which he is accused.

A crime so Machiavellian
in its conception...

Sir Revell,
may I marry your daughter?

Of course, my boy.
Of course.

Now, just be quiet and listen.

...that any human being
could stoop to such extremes

of villainy, violence,
and deception.

My lord, may I humbly beg
to remind my learned friend

yet again about his question?

Oh, yes.

Uh, what about that question,
Mr. Ladbroke?

Question, my lord?

What question?

Uh, what was the question,
Sir Revell?

The question my learned friend
was about to ask,

which, simple though it was,
would finish the case.

- JUDGE: Ah.
-[ Spectators murmuring ]

MAN: Order.

My learned friend asks
a question about a question.

I do not intend to answer
his question, my lord,

but would rather remind him,
in his own words,

that there is a great lady
who stands above us.

Her eyes are bandaged

so that justice shall not
be warped prejudiced.

Congratulations, Mr. Dallas.
Miss Revell.

Try and keep him
behind his scrum, Miss Revell.

You can always leave
police matters

to the professionals, you know?

[ Laughs 1