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What is it, Poole?

It's a quarter to three, sir.

And your address at the university
is at 3:00.

So it is, Poole.

So it is.

You know, Poole, you're a nuisance.

Yes, sir.

But I don't know
what I should do without you.

Thank you, sir.

Your sense of duty
is as impregnable as Gibraltar.

Even Bach can't move it.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

I'm afraid you'll be late, sir.

I see you want to
get rid of me.

All right, Poole. All right.

Those are lovely roses, Poole.

Thank you, sir.

Will you wear your overcoat
or cape, sir?

Give me my cape.

Good afternoon, Jasper.

Good afternoon, sir.

- Nice day, isn't it?
- Isn't it, sir?

- St. Simons.
- Yes, sir.

- How do you do, sir?
- Constable.

- How are you, Stubbs?
- Very good, thank you, sir.

I won't need you
anymore today, Jasper.

Dr. Lanyon will take me
where I'm going later.

Yes, sir.

- How do you do, Dr. Jekyll?
- How do you do?

- Hello, Hampton.
- Afternoon, sir.

The auditorium is full, sir.
Always is when you speak, sir.

Flattery!

- I hope Jekyll's in form today.
- He's always in form.

The old codgers are in for another jolt.

I'd wager your friend has something
up his sleeve again, Dr. Lanyon.

Jekyll is always sensational.

Always indulging
in spectacular theories.

Gentlemen... London is so full of fog...

that it has penetrated our minds,

set boundaries for our vision.

As men of science, we should be curious,

and bold enough to peer beyond it,

into the many wonders it conceals.

I shall not dwell today
on the secrets of the human body

in sickness and in health.

Today, I want to talk to you
of a greater marvel.

The soul of man.

My analysis of this soul,

the human psyche,

leads me to believe that
man is not truly one,

but truly two.

One of him
strives for the nobilities of life.

This, we call his good self.

The other,
seeks an expression of impulses

that bind him to
some dim animal relation with the earth.

This, we may call the bad.

These two carry out an eternal struggle
in the nature of man,

yet they are chained together.

And that chain
spells repression to the evil,

remorse to the good.

Now, if these two selves
could be separated from each other,

how much freer the good in us would be.

What heights it might scale.

And the so-called evil,

once liberated, would fulfill itself
and trouble us no more.

I believe the day is not far off,
when this separation will be possible.

In my experiments, I have found that

certain chemicals have
the power and the...

Tell me, he can split me in two
like a jolly amoeba.

By Jove, it's marvelous.

I confess, it's too much for me.

Why don't you stay at home
and send your other self to the lecture?

To divide a human being in two?
Ridiculous!

I'm going to try to analyze my psyche.

I didn't expect you to
agree with me, Lanyon.

Agree with you? You talk like a lunatic.

Ha!

However I hope you're sane enough
to remember that

we're expected for a consultation
at the Duchess of Densmore's.

- I'm not going.
- What?

Please give the duchess my compliments
and some castor oil.

Now Jekyll.

I saw her yesterday.
She's a bit bilious.

More in spirit than in body, I'm afraid.

I'm going along to the free wards.

My dear fellow, be reasonable.

You know how insistent the duchess was
on your coming.

Heaven knows why.

You can't neglect her
for a lot of charity cases.

Can't I, though, Lanyon?

It's the things one can't do
that always tempt me.

Oh, well, just as you like.

But you will remember
we have a dinner engagement

at the Carews' tonight.

- Yes, indeed.
- I'll pick you up later.

Thanks, old fellow.
You'll find me in the wards.

See you anon.

Mary, what are you doing
with those crutches?

I can't do without them, sir.

Yes, you can do without them, Mary.

I told you yesterday.

Believe me, I can do anything for you.

I believe you, sir,

but I can't walk without them, sir.

Yes, you can. Give them to me.

Don't be afraid.

Now walk, Mary. Come on. Come to me.

Yes, sir.

Walk, Mary. Come on.

All right, sir.

- I can walk, sir.
- Of course you can.

I can walk, sir!

Oh! Oh! I can walk, sir!

I can walk, sir.

Oh!

There, there, Mrs. Lucas.

- It hurts, doesn't it?
- Yes, sir.

Sometimes a doctor must
hurt you a little to make you well.

Yes, sir.

And if a doctor thinks
a slight operation is necessary,

there's no need to be afraid, is there?

No, sir.

I want you to know
it's going to cure you.

I believe you, sir.

Jekyll, we haven't much time, you know?

I'm sorry, Lanyon.
I'm afraid I must miss the dinner.

I'll come afterwards for the dancing.

Why, what's keeping you?

I must operate on this patient at once.

Well, why not leave it to
one of the house surgeons?

They're quite competent.

Perhaps, but I prefer to do it myself.

Will you make my excuses
to General Carew and Muriel, please?

As you like.

Oh, Lanyon.
You make my excuses to the General,

and I'll make mine to Muriel myself.

Oh, well, all right.

Yes, Miss Muriel?

Will it be almond cakes
with coffee, Hobson?

I'm sorry, miss, but I don't think so.

Oh, but we must have almond cakes.

- Send for them immediately.
- Very good, miss.

What's this?
What's this about almond cakes?

Dr. Jekyll likes them, Father.

You know,
you'll spoil that fiance of yours.

- I like spoiling him.
- Mm, so I observe.

And what about your father?

Well, you're already
the most spoiled darling in the world.

Dr. Lanyon.

Ah, Lanyon,
delighted to see you.

Punctual for dinner,
punctual in everything, eh?

- How do you do, sir?
- What an astonishing motto, Father.

- How do you do, Muriel?
- Where's Jekyll?

He stayed to perform an operation.

- Oh, isn't he coming?
- He will be in after dinner.

He asked me to make his excuses.

I hope the patient is
worthy of Jekyll's attention.

A woman in the free wards.

Free ward?

Jekyll gives entirely too much time
to his charity patients.

- Oh, I love him for that.
- Nonsense, my dear.

He ought to come down to earth.

- Mr. Utterson.
- Ah, Utterson.

However, I've promised Harry
the first waltz.

If he's late, I shall be furious.

Oh, no.

You know, I'm very glad Jekyll is late.

I'm obliged to him
for a most delightful waltz.

Thank you.

Hello, General.
I'm very sorry to be late, sir. Muriel.

Well, repentance is a virtue, Jekyll,
but it's better to be punctual.

In 40 years,
I've never been late for dinner.

It's indeed a remarkable record, sir.

Oh, merely a matter of training, my boy.

- At the age of--
- General?

You've not forgotten this is our dance?

Oh, certainly not, Lady Dakin.

I've been looking forward to it.
Uh, see you later, Jekyll.

- May I?
- I shouldn't.

But you will.

- Was she pretty?
- Ravishing.

- Who?
- Your patient.

Oh, I was thinking of someone else.

Someone to make you late again?

- Are you chiding me?
- Of course.

- Because you hate me?
- Of course, silly.

Well, then, will you come
into the garden where I can bear it?

- Certainly not.
- Why not?

Father. He'd be furious.

It will do him good.

Well, he's not looking.

He's teaching Lady Dakin how to waltz.

- We shan't stay long.
- Just forever.

Oh, no. Not even half as long as that.

Now, my farthing, chide me,
mock me, hate me,

but don't send me away.

Silly. Are you sorry you were late?

- Oh, no.
- You're not?

If I hadn't been late,
you wouldn't have pouted.

I shall never forgive--

If you hadn't pouted,
you wouldn't have looked

so divinely pretty.

Do you talk this way to your patients?

If you hadn't looked so divinely pretty,
I might have postponed...

- Pardon?
- Not another word.

Well?

I might have postponed telling you
that I love you so much

that I don't want to wait any longer.

I want you to marry me now.

Oh, darling,
I want to with all my heart.

You know I do,
but father's so difficult.

I don't wanna marry your father.

I don't mind having
a difficult father-in-law.

You'd be worth it, my darling.

I don't think you love me seriously.

Oh, I love you better than that.

I love you gaily,
happily, high-heartedly.

I love you so much
that I could laugh and sing and...

Oh, no, I shouldn't spoil it
by trying to sing.

Oh, my darling,

I shall persuade your father
to let us marry now.

I can't wait any longer.

We shall go to Devon for our honeymoon,

and live on love and strawberries,
and the sight of the sea.

- And moonlight.
- Endless moonlight.

Oh, I do love you seriously.

So seriously that it frightens me.

You've opened a gate for me
into another world.

Before that, my work was everything.

I was drawn to the mysteries of science,
to the unknown.

But now, the unknown wears your face.

Looks back at me with your eyes.

Darling, I wish
this moment would last forever.

You can make it last, dear.

Oh, I love you.

Be near me always.

- Always? You and I?
- Apart from the world.

I love you, darling. I love you.

Then who shall ever separate us?

- My sweet friend.
- Oh, my love. My love.

You ought to wear squeaky shoes, Hobson.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

The General asks you to
come into the house, Miss Muriel.

Your guests are enquiring about you.

Coming, Hobson.

- Charming evening, sir.
- Glad you came, Bonner.

- Good night, Muriel.
- Good night.

You looked
perfectly lovely tonight, dear.

Thank you.

- Goodbye, my dear.
- Goodbye.

Good night, General.

I don't know when
I've enjoyed myself so much.

I'm glad.

I'll see you at tea tomorrow, dear.

Yes. I won't forget, Lady Dakin.
Good night.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Ah, Jekyll, my boy. Waiting to see me?

I beg your pardon, sir,

but you would make
Muriel and me very happy

if you'd set an earlier date
for our wedding.

I've already announced to you

that you would be married
on the anniversary of my own wedding.

That's eight months from now, sir.

Well, what of it?

We've already been engaged
two months, sir.

We see no reason to--

I presume I have some rights
in the matter.

Quite right, sir.
That's why we're asking you.

Well, why this impatience?

Hang it all, man. It isn't done.
It isn't done.

I'm sorry, sir, but I cannot regard that
as a serious objection.

Do you hear this, Lanyon?

Is this another evidence
of your eccentricity?

If it is eccentric
to be impatient in love, sir, I am.

This is positively indecent.

Father, do you think it's fair
to keep us apart for so long?

I waited five years for your mother.

You have a sturdy temperament, General.

Yes, yes, I pride myself on it.

Please don't make me wait that long
for Muriel.

Now, my boy,
you must leave these matters to me.

There's such a thing as
decent observance, you know?

- Good night.
- Good night, sir.

- Good night, Lanyon.
- Good night, sir.

Au revoir, my sweet.

Come, Lanyon.

- Good night, Muriel.
- Good night.

Well, I'm afraid
you offended the General.

Offended him?

It's a pity I didn't strangle
the old walrus.

Did you hear him? "Wait. Wait."

What the devil does one wait for?

Well, I hope
the responsibilities of marriage

will sober you up.

I'm not marrying to be sober.
I'm marrying to be drunk.

Drunk with love and life
and experiments.

Your experiments are absurd,
my dear fellow.

Ha! You have no interest
in science at all.

You have no dreams, no curiosity.

There are bounds
beyond which one should not go.

Yes. It isn't done, I suppose.

I tell you, there are no bounds, Lanyon.

Look at that gas lamp.

But for some man's curiosity,
we should not have had it.

London would still be lighted
by linkboys.

And wait. One day,
London will glow with incandescence,

and will be so beautiful
that even you will be moved by it.

Well, I find London
quite satisfactory as it is,

and I'm not interested in your shortcuts
and your byways.

But it's in the byways
that the secrets and wonders lie.

In science and in life. Look at the--

Let go,
or I'll bash you in the jaw.

Go on, you big brute.
Hit me. Hit me.

I'll put the police on you.

You'll put the police on me?

Are you badly hurt?

Oh, you poor girl.

Where does this girl live?

Upstairs, first door to the left
at the top of the stairs.

Bring her up here.

Oh, sweetheart.

Make way for the governor.
Have you got her, governor?

- Right up here?
- Yes. Look out for her head.

Oh, shut up, you lot!

What was this all about?

Ivy Pearson, sir.

- One of Ivy Pearson's callers--
- I can tell you--

Now, shut up! One of Ivy...

That swine. Hit me, will he?

He'll wish he hadn't!
He'll wish he hadn't!

I ain't afraid of him, I ain't.
Blast his dirty mug!

He's killed me, that's what he's done.

He's broken me jaw and me knee, too.

I'll get him for this.

Look where he kicked me.

It's only a bruise.

It will be quite well in a few days.

By the way, you mustn't wear
so tight a garter. It's bad for you.

It impedes the circulation.

It's awful kind of you to look after me.

Anybody can see now
that you're a real gent, you are.

Now you're the kind
a woman would do something for.

You'll be all right.

- Good night.
- Oh!

- What is it?
- He's hit me here, too, the blighter.

He's broken me ribs,
that's what he's done.

I'm going to faint.

You're not seriously hurt.

A bit of rest
would do you no harm, though.

You think I ought to go to bed?

I know of no better place for a rest.

Oh. All right.

You turn your eyes away now.

How is the pain now?

I say!

Oh. Lanyon.

Coming.

I'm a doctor, you know,
and I'll call that kiss my fee.

- Well?
- Hm?

Come back soon, won't you?

Sorry, I'm afraid I can't.

Oh, yes, you can.

Soon.

- Good night.
- Come back.

Come back soon, won't you?

Oh, yes, you can.

Soon.

Come back.

I thought your conduct
quite disgusting, Jekyll.

Conduct? Why, a pretty girl kissed me.

Should I have called the constable?

- Even suppose I'd liked it.
- What?

Yes.

That's not a matter of conduct,
but of elementary instinct.

You ought to control those instincts.

Are you pretending that
you either can or do?

We may control our actions,
but not our impulses.

Perhaps you've forgotten
you're engaged to Muriel.

Forgotten it?

Can a man dying of thirst forget water?

And do you know what would happen
to that thirst if it were denied water?

If I understand you correctly,
you sound almost indecent.

What names you give things.

Well, why aren't you frank enough
to admit

that other indecent self in you?

No. You prefer to hide it,
pretend it isn't there.

- You have to accept certain things.
- I don't want to accept them.

I want to be clean,
not only in my conduct,

but in my innermost thoughts
and desires.

- There's only one way to do it.
- How?

Separate the two natures in us.

Oh, that absurd theory of yours.

I tell you, it's unscientific

not to admit
the possibility of anything.

- Oh, you're mad.
- Mad, eh, Lanyon?

Oh, we'll see.

We'll see.

Come in.

What is it, Poole?

Begging your pardon
for the intrusion, sir,

but did you sleep last night, sir?

Don't worry about me.

Yes, sir, but you had only a cup of tea
for breakfast for three days.

Your health.

Now, Poole, you didn't come here
to enquire after my health, did you?

One of General Carew's servants
brought this, sir.

Miss Muriel is scolding me
for having missed a dinner last night.

Yes, sir.

Go to her at once and tell her that

I shall certainly come to dinner
tomorrow night.

Very good, sir.

Ah!

Marry me now.

I can't wait any longer.

Positively indecent.

Look where he kicked me.

Your conduct was disgusting.

It isn't done. It isn't done.

Pity I didn't strangle him.

Strangle him.

Indecent. Indecent.

Can a man dying of thirst forget water?

Disgusting.

You're mad. Mad.

Come back soon, won't you?

Come back.

Come back.

Come back.

Come back.

Free!

Free at last!

Ah!

Mad eh, Lanyon? Eh, Carew?

You hypocrites.
Deniers of life.

If you could see me now,
what would you think, hm?

Ah!

Who is there? Who is there?

Who's there?

Dr. Jekyll?

Dr. Jekyll, sir?

Is that you?

Do you hear me, sir?

Please let me in, sir. Let me in!

I beg your pardon, sir.

I thought I heard a strange voice.

That's quite all right, Poole.
There was someone here.

A friend of mine.

His name is Hyde. Mr. Hyde.

He's just gone out the back door.

Yeah.

Marry me now, my darling.

You don't know how much I need you.

I want to with all my heart,
but Father...

I'll speak to him. I'll convince him.

No, no. Let me talk to him.

I'll try to change his mind
while we're away.

- Away?
- Yes.

Oh, darling, I've dreaded telling you,

but Father's taking me to Bath tomorrow.

He has no right
to take you away from me.

Why must we put up with this?

You want to marry me?

With all my heart.

We'll marry without his consent.

Say you will, my darling.

We'll go to Paris for our honeymoon.

We'll be so gloriously happy

that even the French
will be jealous of us.

I'm so thrilled and tempted,

but I don't want to hurt my father.

It's only a little hurt to his vanity.

You'll do me a greater hurt
if you refuse.

Do be patient just a little while.

I'm sure I can persuade him
while we're gone.

- But, Muriel--
- Darling, don't you love me enough...

to wait a little while?

Of course.

Of course, I love you enough, dear.

I'll wait.

I'll wait.

Wait.

Wait.

Come in.

A letter from Bath, sir.

Miss Muriel won't be home
for another month.

- Can't even go to see her.
- I'm sorry to hear it, sir.

Another month.

I beg your pardon, sir,

but may I suggest that
you ought to amuse yourself.

Amuse myself?
Now, what do you suggest, Poole?

Well, you ought to go out, sir.

London offers many amusements
for a gentleman like you, sir.

Yes, but a gentleman like me
daren't take advantage of them, Poole.

Gentlemen like me have to be
very careful of what they do and say.

- That's all.
- Yes, sir.

Here! Here!

What are you after down there?

Ah! I was calling on the young lady
who occupies the little nest.

- If it's Ivy Pearson you mean...
- Yeah.

- She ain't in.
- Oh.

Do you know where I can find her?

If I was wanting her,
I'd try the Variety Music Hall.

Oh! Thank you.

I thank you.

You get out! What do you take me for?

Get out!

- Stay out of here.
- I didn't do nothing, mister.

A bottle of champagne
and be quick about it.

What are you staring at?

Nothing, sir.

Well, what are you waiting for?

A tip, eh? Get out!

Blighter.

- Sorry, sir. I'm sorry.
- You swine!

He's a rum'un.

Let's have a drink.

Champagne Ivy is my name

Champagne Ivy is my name

Good for any game at night, my boy

You come and join me in a spree

I will.

You're a bit of something to look at
and listen to, dearie.

Not half bad, so they say.

You ain't conceited, are you?

Well, I has me points.

Hey, Charlie!

Blimey, there's Irv.
I'll be back in half a mo.

Hey. Hey, you. Hey.

Tell that wench in black to come over
and have a bottle of wine with me.

- Yes, sir.
- That's right.

The gent in the box
wants you to have wine with him.

Oh, he does, does he?

What of it?

Well, you'd better come
if you know what's good for you.

He ain't one to be trifled with,
he ain't.

Strike me pink. You interest me.

I'll take a chance.

- Where is he?
- I'll take you to him.

This is indeed a great honor.
I noticed you as you came in, my dear.

"There," I said to myself,

"is too pretty a girl
to waste on such a companion."

Ah, but you are pretty.

And what a figure, my dear.

What a figure.

A glass of champagne.

To you. To you, my dear.

To your beauty, mm?

- I must be going now.
- Going?

- Where?
- Uh, home.

You call that home?

That pigsty of yours in Baffin's Court?

Sty, is it? You come off that.

Oh, I like you
when your temper's up, my dear.

How do you know where I live?

I saw you on the street
and followed you.

Ah, my pretty,
you deserve better than that.

You ought to live
in a place worthy of you.

Buckingham Palace, I suppose.

That's the spirit I like.

Sit down, my dear.
Sit down just for a moment, eh?

You should have a place that would
set off that fine body of yours,

yellow hair and pale face.

Clothes to match, too, my dear.
Silk, eh?

And a bracelet or two, eh?

Champagne to drink, eh?

How would you like that?

And how am I to get it?

How do you think you're going to get it,
my bright little bird, hm?

Uh...

I am no gentleman, no, but I have money.

Perhaps my looks don't please you.

Well, you ain't no beauty.

Quite right. I am no beauty.

Perhaps you prefer a gentleman, eh?

One of those fine-mannered, virtuous,
and honorable gentlemen.

One of those canting hypocrites

who like your legs,
but talk about your garter.

What are you talking about?

Oh, my poor little innocent.

It doesn't know
what I'm talking about, eh?

Well, well, well,
it's afraid of me, isn't it?

No! I ain't afraid of you.

- Aren't you? Good.
- Hey, you.

Trying to steal my girl, are you,
you dirty blighter?

Come back, you.
I'll fix you for this, you wench.

Sit down! Sit down.

I'll knock your blooming head off!

Get out of here, you...

You couldn't have done it.

Couldn't I, though? Why not?

This place was just made for it.

- Oh, now.
- Here, stop that. Let me go.

- Oh, no. You're not going anywhere.
- Let me go. I'm going.

I'm going home!

Sit down.

Forgive me, my dear.

You see, I hurt you because I love you.

I want you.

And what I want, I get.

I grant you, I am no beauty,

but under this exterior...

you'll find a very flower of man.

Look at me.

Do you suppose
I'd let anybody stand in my way?

I love you. I love you.
Do you understand?

You'll come with me, eh?

You'll come with me.

Come in, sir.

I presume your master is out.

Yes, sir. So he is, sir.

He's always out when I call.

Tell your master
I've had a letter from General Carew.

He tells me that
Dr. Jekyll has not replied to

any of Miss Muriel's letters.

- She's worried about him.
- I'll tell him, sir.

Anyway, I'm relieved to know
he's not confined to his bed.

Begging your pardon, sir.

It's my opinion that
my master isn't well.

He hardly sees his patients, sir.

I haven't seen him myself
for days at a time.

He often comes and goes
by the back door of the laboratory, sir.

I must be going, Poole.
Good day.

Who's there?

It's me, dearie, your landlady.

Come in, Mrs. Hawkins.

Oh, how are you, dearie?

You don't have to answer.

I can see for myself
you ain't as fit as you ought to be,

and no wonder.

Oh, here, dearie.
I brought you the newspaper.

Thank you, Mrs. Hawkins.

Oh, you're having a cup of tea, I see.

If you don't mind, dearie,
I'll sit with you a minute.

I'm that done in.

Oh, will you have
a cup of tea, Mrs. Hawkins?

Thank you, dearie. I don't mind if I do.

After all,
a neighbor's a neighbor, says I.

Here's a bit of a surprise for you.

He's a lodger of mine,
and a very likely lad he is, too.

His name's Arvis,

and he says to me, says he,

"Who's the pretty lass
what has the parlor?

I wonder if she'd be inclined to
drop in at the music hall with me

one of these fine nights?

You ask her," says he.

Now, my advice, dearie--

No, no, no.
I don't want to hear any more about it.

Oh. Afraid of
what Hyde will do to you, ain't you?

No, I ain't afraid.

If that blighter was my man,
he wouldn't dare to lay a hand on me.

Not if he knowed what was good for him.

He's a brute. That's what he is.

And my advice, dearie...

- What do you want?
- I've come for the rent, sir.

You'll get it when it's due.

Very good, sir.

What did that filthy harridan want?

She... brought me the paper.

- What else?
- Nothing.

You aren't lying to me,
are you, my little bird?

No, no, no, I ain't lying to you.

If I ever catch you lying,
these are a trifle to what you'll get.

A trifle!

Come here.

Sit down...

so that I can look at you, my sweetling.

Say it aloud.

What do you mean?

Don't you think
I can read your thoughts, you trull?

You hate me, don't you?

I'm not good enough for you!

I'm not a nice, kind gentleman
like that...

Nice, kind gentlemen
who are so good to look at and so...

Cowards! Weaklings!

Tell me you hate me. Please, my lamb.

Please, my dear, sweet,
pretty little bird,

tell me that you hate me.

I don't know what you mean.

Don't you, my lamb?

Then you don't hate me, eh?

- No, sir.
- Ah!

If you don't hate me, you must love me.
Isn't that so, my little one?

- Isn't it?
- Yes, sir.

Ah! How you must love me.

I want to hear you say it.

Say it. Come, my wench. Say it! Say it!

- Say it!
- Yes, sir!

I have got bad news for you, my dear.

Very bad.

I, uh...

I'm going away for a few days.

And upon my word,
if you don't seem pleased.

You are pleased, aren't you?

- No, sir, I ain't pleased.
- You are pleased!

But pleasure is brief
in this world, my sweet.

And yours is most uncertain, because...

you don't know
when I'll be back, do you?

- No, sir.
- "No, sir. No, sir."

Remember, you belong to me, do you hear?

You belong to me.

If you do one thing
that I don't approve of while I'm gone,

the least little thing, mind you...

I'll show you what horror means.

Are you going now?

- Tonight?
- Now?

Why, my dear, I'm surprised at you.

What a leave-taking that would be.

You wouldn't have me go tonight,
would you?

Would you let me go tonight?

Would you?

No, sir.

Of course not.

Quite unworthy of our great love. Hmm?

No, my dear, I'm not going now.

I'm going to spend
the evening here with you.

Just as you want. Say, "Just as I want."

Say "Just as I want."

Just as I want!

That's right, my little bird.

The last evening
is always the sweetest, you know.

And what a farewell this one will be.

What a farewell.

I don't know whether I shall be able to
tear myself away from you at all.

Perhaps I shall go
only as far as the door...

and the sight of your tears
will bring me back.

Does that please you, my dear?

Yes, sir.

Why don't you show it, then?

Why don't you dance? Why don't you sing?

Sing, my dear!

Sing, my little pigeon!

Get up and sing! You hear?

Sing!

Champagne Ivy is my name

Champagne Ivy is my name

Good for any game at night, my boy

Good for...

Look, my darling,
how tight your garter is.

You mustn't wear it so tight.

It will bruise
your pretty, tender flesh.

Your tea, sir.

Thank you, Poole.

I shall be going out presently.

Miss Muriel is
returning to London today.

Oh, very good, sir.

See this key, Poole?

Yes, sir.

It's the key to
the back door of the laboratory, sir.

I'll have no further use for it.

From now on,
I'll use only the front door.

Yes, sir.

Deliver this to Miss Ivy Pearson,
Diadem Court, Soho.

Any message, sir?

None. Deliver it and come away.

Hyde will kill you one day.

I wish he would kill me.
I wish he would.

Why don't you run away?

Where to? He'd find me wherever I was.

Then why don't you go to the police?
They'd fix this Hyde man.

No no, I'm afraid.

There ain't nobody to help me. Nobody.

Who cares
what becomes of the likes of me?

Come in.

Miss Ivy Pearson?

That's me.

This is from my master,
Dr. Jekyll, miss.

Not Dr. Henry M. Jekyll?

Quite so. He said there is no answer.
Good day, miss.

I don't know Dr. Jekyll.

Fifty pounds!

Well, he knows you, dearie.

Strike me pink!

Fifty pounds
from the celebrated Dr. Jekyll.

He's a grand gentleman.

Always helping them what needs help.

Now, dearie, he sends you fifty pounds.

Shows he takes an interest in you.

Now, why don't you go
and thank the gentleman proper?

Then you could tell him all about
this here Hyde business.

He'll tell that blighter what's what.

You'll see if he don't.

You made me suffer so.

Now you tell me nothing.

I tell you no man ever needed another,

or loved another as I need and love you.

I don't know what to say...

but if you'd been ill
that would have been different.

I was ill, my darling.

Then why didn't you let me know?
I should have come at once.

I wasn't ill in body. I was ill in soul.

The sufferings of the spirit
are so difficult to communicate.

Even to those who love you.

Do you think
there's anything that has to do with you

that I wouldn't understand?

I know that you're gentle
and understanding, but...

I can't explain to you.

I have played with dangerous knowledge.

I've walked a strange and terrible road.

Help me to find my way back.

Oh, my sweet.

When you're all mine to love and keep,

I shall be patient
as the earth with you.

Then let's not wait any longer.
Let us be married at once.

I want to with all my heart.

Take me. Take me soon.

I love you, and I want to help you.

Muriel?

Muriel.

I didn't expect to find you here, sir.

I've just made my profoundest apologies
to Muriel.

- Oh, and what about me?
- Permit me to make them to you, sir,

and to trust that you will be indulgent.

You haven't explained anything yet, sir.

I... I was not quite myself, sir.

- I was ill.
- Ill? Ill.

Well, in that case, of course,
we'll say no more about it.

Thank you, sir. May I take
further advantage of your indulgence?

Yes. What is it?

Your consent to our early marriage.

Oh, please, Father, do say yes.
Harry needs me.

- I've already told you--
- But we're too unhappy apart.

Oh, please, Father. This is
the most important request of my life.

I see no reason to change my mind.

Isn't my happiness reason enough?

I assure you, sir,
you will have no cause to regret it.

Well, to be frank, Jekyll,

I'm not at all satisfied
with your conduct.

I don't understand you, sir.

I expect a man in your position
to observe certain traditions.

I want to see you more settled down

before I entrust my daughter
to your care.

You're too flighty, too impatient--

Believe me, sir,
these faults will be corrected.

I give you my word of honor.

Please, Father.
My whole life is concerned.

- Hm. Hm.
- Please?

Well...

Well, well, I see you're overriding me.

Jekyll, remember you gave me
your word of honor.

Yes, sir.

Very well.
You shall be married next month.

Come to dinner tomorrow, eh?

And we'll make a formal announcement
to our friends.

Oh, thank you, sir.
By Jove, you've made me happy!

I could sing or dance, or roll a hoop--

- Jekyll, no, no, no, no, no.
- No, I beg your pardon, sir.

Until tomorrow, my sweet.

Goodb... good... goodbye, sir.

Goodbye.

Ah, Poole, my dear fellow.

I'm a very happy man!

I'm happy to hear it.

Ah, happy, by Jove! Happy!

"Jocund Day Stands Tip Toe
on the Misty Mountain Tops."

Yes, sir.

May I take your cape, sir?

You may, Poole, you may, my dear fellow.

I'm going to be married, Poole.
Next month.

Think of it. In a few weeks,
she'll be under this very roof,

in this very room, as my wife.

Think of it, Poole,
and let me see your face.

Yes, sir!
I beg to congratulate you, sir!

Ah-ha!

"If music be the food of love, play on."

Yes.

I beg your pardon, sir,

but Miss Pearson is waiting for you
in the consulting room.

Miss Pearson?

The young woman
that you sent the envelope to, sir.

- What does she want?
- She wishes to consult you, sir.

- Very well. Show her in here.
- Yes, sir.

Why, it's you, sir!

So it is.

Now who would have thought it?

Who would have thought that I'd find
the celebrated Dr. Jekyll?

So it was you who sent me this money?

Yes.

The minute I laid eyes on you,
I knew you had a kind heart.

But whatever made you do it, sir?

Someone told me that you needed it.

- Who, sir?
- Doesn't matter.

The important thing is that you have it.

And you're welcome to it.

I can't take it, sir.

- Why not?
- Why? Why?

Here's why! Here's why!

Pretty, ain't it?

It's a whip, that's what it is. A whip.

Horrible. Horrible!

I'll give you a lotion to soothe that.

Thank you, sir,
but a lotion won't do the trick, sir.

No, sir. It's more than that, sir.

I need help, I do.
I can't stand it anymore.

- What is it, my dear?
- It's Hyde, sir. Hyde.

It's him that's done that,
and more as I can't tell you, sir.

He ain't human, he ain't, sir.
He's a beast.

He won't let me go, and I'm afraid...

I'm afraid to run away.

I've tried to drown myself...

but I can't.

And if you don't help me...

You as has the kindest heart
in the world, sir...

then give me poison,
so I can kill myself.

Why didn't you seek help before?
Why didn't you go to the police?

I was afraid.

You don't know him, sir.
He ain't a man. He's a devil.

He knows
what you're thinking about, he does.

I'm afraid of him.
I'm afraid of him now!

If he knows that I've been here today,
I don't know what he'll do!

It won't be anything human, sir.

Oh, save me. Save me!

Keep him off me.
I'll do anything you ask.

I'll be your slave!

Oh, help me!

You won't let me go back to him,
will you, sir?

You're an angel.

You're an angel, sir.

I'll do anything you like.

I ain't as bad as you think.

And I ain't a bad looker, either.

I'll work for you. I'll slave for you.

I'll love you.

You... you liked me once, didn't you?

Why don't you?

I give you my word...

that you will never be troubled
with Hyde again.

No, no, sir.
He'll come back and he'll kill me, sir!

He will not come back. I'll see to it.

But you don't know him, sir.
He ain't human, he ain't.

I've given you my word,
and that I never break.

You will not see Hyde again.

Believe me.

I believe you, sir.

I believe you.

You must go now.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Begging your pardon, sir.
Will it be a large affair?

Not particularly.
General Carew's cronies, chiefly.

They wouldn't regard the marriage
as authentic,

unless it were formally announced
at a dinner table, you know?

Perhaps soon, sir, you'll be giving
a formal dinner yourself, sir.

I may, Poole, I may.

- Should I call a hansom, sir?
- No, thank you.

A walk through the park will do me good.

Yes, sir.

- We're early.
- I'm glad you are.

My dear, of course,
I wish you all happiness. All happiness.

- Oh, thank you, Dr. Lanyon.
- How are you, General?

"Thou wast not born for death,
immortal Bird!"

"No hungry generations tread thee down."

"Thou wast not born for death..."

Oh, no. Oh!

"Thou wast not born for death..."

Oh. Oh.

But it is dead. Dead!

Rather late.

It's very queer that
he's not here.

I don't understand it.

Of course, he's a very busy man.
He was probably detained.

Do you think anything could have
happened to Harry, Mr. Utterson?

On a night like this, my dear? Nonsense.

Why is he late then?

There, there, my dear.

It's not his lateness,
it's your impatience.

He'll be along presently.

I hope so.

I hope so.

Here's hoping that Hyde rots
wherever he is,

and burns where he ought to be.

And here's hoping that

Dr. Jekyll will think of Ivy
once in a while.

He's an angel, he is.

Here's to you, my angel.

You thought I wouldn't come back,
didn't you?

You took the word of that
sniveling hypocrite Jekyll against mine.

Jekyll's word against Hyde's, eh?

I know everything you do
and everything you think!

You went down on your knees before him.

The man I hate more
than anybody in the world!

- No!
- No?

"I'll slave for you. I'll love you.
You're an angel, sir."

You wanted him to love you, didn't you?

I'll give you a lover now.

His name is death!

No, no, it ain't so! No!

It ain't so!

Oh, ain't it so, my little bird?

My little starling.

Why, you lying wench!

You've got his money here now!

You must be the devil.

There was nobody there
but me and Dr. Jekyll.

He wouldn't have told you!
No, he wouldn't!

Wouldn't he, though? Wouldn't he?

Listen, my dear. Listen!

I'm going to let you into a secret.

A secret so great,

that those who share it with me
cannot live!

I am...

I am the angel whom you wanted to
slave for and love!

And I'm going to take you in my arms now
and hold you close!

Close, my little lamb.

My dove! My bird!

Ha!

There, my sweet.

There, my dove.

There, my little bride.

Isn't Hyde a lover after your own heart?

Oh, there's something horrible
happening up there!

- Did you hear it?
- Go up, I tell you.

- Come on.
- Something horrible...

- You murdering devil!
- Help, help!

Stop! Stop him!

A monster did this.

I know him. I know him.
His name is Hyde.

Let me in. I'm a friend of Dr. Jekyll.

Dr. Jekyll isn't at home.

Oh, I know it, you fool!

He told me to wait for him.

You'll have to come back later.

Open that door, or I'll break it in!

My dear, I can't tell you
how sorry I am.

And I hope with all my heart

that Jekyll will have something to say
for himself.

- Good night, sir.
- Good night, Lanyon.

I'll cane that scoundrel Jekyll
if I ever set eyes on him again.

No, Father.
Something terrible must have happened.

I'm sure he can explain.
I believe in him.

I forbid you to see this man again.

I love him, Father,
and I'm going to marry him.

Muriel, you will have nothing more to do
with that man.

- Give me pencil and paper. Quick!
- Yes, sir.

Hey, you.
Be ready to carry a message for me.

Yes, sir.

- Hello, Briggs.
- Good evening, sir.

I beg your pardon, sir.

A messenger brought this
a little while ago.

- Really?
- He said it was very important.

I'm going out, Briggs,
but I'll be back soon.

Yes, sir.

Oh. You may go to bed.

- I won't need you anymore tonight.
- Thank you, sir.

- I come from Dr. Jekyll.
- Come in.

Have you got it?

Follow me.

Have you got it?

Have you got it?

Come, sir.

You forget I have not
the pleasure of your acquaintance.

I beg your pardon, Dr. Lanyon.

You know what I came for.
Dr. Jekyll sent me.

It's important. A package.

- Is it here?
- Yes.

- Here it is.
- Ah!

But before I give it to you,

I must be
assured of Dr. Jekyll's safety.

- Where is he?
- He's alive and safe.

- I'll take these to him.
- I'll go with you.

I must see for myself that Jekyll is--

This is no concern of yours!

I warn you not to meddle.

You will take me to Dr. Jekyll,
or you will not leave this room.

I warn you, Lanyon, to let me go.

And I warn you, if you make another step
towards that door,

I'll shoot you.

You don't know what you're doing.
I can't tell you anything.

Ask Jekyll tomorrow if you want to.

I'll be sure of Dr. Jekyll's safety,
or I'll make you answer for it.

For the last time, Lanyon,
will you let me go?

For the last time, no.

Very well, Lanyon.

This be on your own head.

Now, Lanyon...

will you let me take this glass
and leave without further question?

I've gone too far
not to see this through to the end.

Think before you decide, I tell you!

Do you want to be left as you are...

or do you want your eyes and your soul
to be blasted

by a sight that would stagger
the devil himself?

I'm not to be persuaded by
this rigmarole.

Very well, Lanyon.

Remember your vows to your profession.

What you are about to see is a secret
you are sworn not to reveal.

And now, you who have sneered at
the miracles of science,

you who have denied the power of man
to look into his own soul,

you who have derided your superiors...

Look!

Look.

Oh!

I can't believe what I've seen.

I don't understand.

I'm in your hands
to do with as you wish.

Horrible. Horrible.

I'm a murderer, Lanyon.
Help me. Help me.

There is no help for you, Jekyll.

You've committed the supreme blasphemy.

I warned you.

I told you that no man could violate
the traditions of his kind

and not be damned.

That I still do not believe.

Don't be my inquisitor, Lanyon.
Don't judge me. Help me, if you will.

- I'm at your mercy.
- There is no help for you here...

or mercy beyond.

You're a rebel...

and see what it has done for you.

You're in the power of this monster
that you've created.

I'll never take that drug again.

Yes, but you told me
you became that monster tonight

not of your own accord.

It will happen again.

Never. I'm sure of it.
I'll fight it. I'll conquer it.

Too late. You cannot conquer it.

It has conquered you.

No, no, no. I'll fight it.

I know it will not happen again.

Oh, help me.

You'll promise at least
never to mix this drug again?

With all my heart.

And what about... Muriel?

I'll give her up.

I'll go to her tomorrow.

Set her free.

Oh, God... this I did not intend.

I saw a light...

but I could not see
where it was leading.

I have trespassed on your domain.

I've gone further than man should go.

Forgive me. Help me.

I beg your pardon, sir.
Dr. Jekyll is calling.

Jekyll?

Tell him we're not at home, Hobson.

Father, no, for my sake.

He dares to enter this house?

Neither you nor I
have the right to judge him.

Judge him? Are you mad?

The fellow's a blackguard.

I won't hear you say
one word against him.

- Show him in, Hobson.
- But I--

Father.

I don't know what he's done,

but I know he's a finer
and greater person than any of us.

- Silence! I won't hear another word.
- I shall say it.

We've never understood him.
We've never tried to understand him.

You tried to bend him to your will
and I haven't fought for him enough.

I don't know what's happened to him,
but I know he's been suffering.

And it's our fault.
Mine more than yours.

I love him, and I'm going to help him.

This is preposterous!
I'll have nothing to do with it.

I can offer you no welcome, sir.

Had the matter been left in my hands,
I would have turned you from the door.

Forgive me.

Forgive me, Muriel.

Forgive me.

Oh, my darling, are you ill?

Oh, what is it?

What? What is it?

My sweet, why are you suffering so?

- Tell me. Tell me what it is.
- Tell you?

I've come to tell you.

I've come to... to set you free.

- Set me free?
- Yes. Yes.

What are you saying?

Oh, if you ever loved me,
tell me what's wrong.

Everything's wrong.

I... I no longer...

have any claim on you.

- But that's for me to say.
- No. No.

Oh, my darling,
I beg you to tell me. What is it?

No. No, you don't have to
explain anything.

Whatever it is,
I know you've done nothing base or mean.

Oh, please, my dear!

Please... please, angel of God...

don't say anymore.

I set you free.

Darling, is that all
you have to say to me?

- Don't you want me any longer?
- Want you?

I want you
so that I can envy the damned.

I am damned.

You don't know what you're saying.

Do you think I'd let you go?

Only tell me that you love me
and I'm yours.

Oh, don't keep anything
from me, darling.

- I love you, and I'll help you.
- Oh, my love.

My darling. My beautiful.

If I could take you in my arms...

If I could only touch you...

Oh, think of it.

I daren't even touch you ever again...

in this world or the next.

Oh, what are you hiding from me?

Oh, trust me, believe in me.
I'll help you.

No. I'm beyond help, Muriel!

I'm in hell!

I... I'm in hell.

I must give you up!

- But I won't let you.
- No.

I'll go with you wherever you say.

I'll help you no matter what it is.

If I... if I could only have you,

I'd give my soul, but I...
I have no soul.

I'm beyond the pale!

I'm one of the living dead!

Oh, I won't let you go!

My poor, dear, suffering love.

Be quiet. Rest. Don't say anymore.

Be quiet and rest. Rest.

Be quiet. Don't say anymore, darling.

Oh, let me go. Let me go quickly.

No, no, I love you. I won't let you go.

I love you.

Oh, sweetheart.

No! No!

I give you up because I love you so.

This is my proof. This is my penance.

Do you hear, oh, God?

This is my penance!

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Don't let me. Don't let me.
Save me. Save me.

Why, dar--

Help me!

- Father, help!
- Hey!

Oh, you--

Hobson! Hobson!

Hobson, get him!

You, out!

Help! Help! Police! Police!

You stay here.
I'll follow him.

There he goes!

This way, Officer.

Stop him!

Stop! Police!

This is the weapon, Doctor.

I know whose cane this is.

I can take you to the man.

- Break it down!
- Open in the name of the law.

Come on, Bill. Give it your shoulder.

Ugh!

This one's locked, too.

- Open in the name of the law.
- He's in there.

- Break it down! Break it down!
- Open in the name of the law.

Where is he?

He's gone out there,
through the backdoor.

Don't stand there staring, you fool!

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

The door down there's
locked on the outside.

Well, then go out
through the front of the house.

Come on, Stonie.

- You stay here.
- Wait.

He has escaped, sir.

Your man has not escaped.

There.

There he is. There's your man.

But, Doctor, this is impossible.

I know it is, but there's your man.

I'm sorry, sir.
You appear to be serious, but--

Look!

Hold him! Hold him!

Hold him. Hold him.

Guard that door.

Guard that door there.

Don't let him get away.

Look out!

Come on, boys.

Drop that knife!

Dr. Jekyll.