There you are.
In each one of these
dumb human animals,
there is a personality
which shows itself only in play.
"Dumb human animals"?
Henry, these are not
pretty guinea pigs.
They are children
who cannot speak.
But I am convinced that,
in this case,
the not speaking is a refusal
of one part of the mind
to allow the other part
to express itself freely.
You suggest they play out
what they cannot speak out?
Precisely.
You are the same Henry Jekyll,
forever seeking keys
to the locked doors of the mind.
Thank you, Dr Jekyll.
They do enjoy coming
in the afternoon to your garden.
They really never want to leave,
especially Jane.
You see, Ernst?
All of my experiments
are directed towards the freeing
of the creature imprisoned within.
In your paper, the paper
that began all this trouble,
you wrote of two creatures.
In every human personality,
two forces struggle
for supremacy.
I understand.
But it was rash to publish
before you could prove.
Now I don't have to prove anything.
Resigning my appointment
freed me from idiots
who are no more scientists
than I am a priest.
You have been missed, Henry.
Yes, they must have been
short of jokes since I resigned.
How they laughed
at my last lecture.
Was that a reason to disappear
from professional life?
You live like a hermit in the
middle of London. Is it wise?
If one doesn't want to be torn
limb from limb by one's colleagues,
it's very wise.
Is it fair?
Who in the profession
has been fair to me?
Who apart from yourself
has even given me a hearing?
Forget the profession for a moment.
What of the others?
Those who care for you?
Yes, I see, of course.
Kitty has spoken to you.
- She asked you to come.
- Think how it is for Kitty.
You live here alone without servants,
without friends.
What is it like for her?
What does Kitty think about this?
In six years of marriage,
Kitty has never thought
about my work.
Forget your work for a moment.
Your home is in ruins.
Your life is in dustsheets.
I need privacy for my work.
I can't think about anything else.
My work is far too near completion
for me to stop now.
But to what end are you working,
my dear Henry?
Man has always known
that his personality
is an uneasy and and unsatisfactory
combination of conflicting elements.
We must accept this conflict
and support the good in us.
Good. Evil.
This moral quibbling is useless.
Man, as he is, comprises two beings.
One whom I call man
as he could be.
In his perfection,
this inner man
is beyond good and evil.
And the other man?
He, too, is beyond good and evil.
Man as he would be.
Free of all the restrictions
society imposes upon us.
Subject only to his own will.
A very dangerous man, my friend.
For what civilises us,
other than these moral restrictions
of which you make so little?
We are scientists, Ernst.
It is for us to release and understand
every force in nature.
This higher man you speak of
is the weaker element in us.
Our lust and our violence
feed the weaker man.
That is why there are so few saints
and so many sinners.
Will you cut evil out of man
with a scalpel, Henry?
How you fall back into the
conventional way of thinking, Ernst.
I am not concerned
with a moral operation,
but with the control of every
resource of the human personality
by science.
Here, Toto.
Quietly, now.
Quietly. Quietly, now.
Quietly.
Here we are.
That's it. Quietly.
Quietly.
Quietly.
Now watch.
See?
Even in the most primitive
of men's forebears,
there is an even more primitive,
totally unrestrained energy.
What is this? You have turned
a placid, affectionate little animal
into a... a miniature devil.
Within four hours,
when the drug has worn itself off,
he will revert
to his former placid self.
Can you not take
a violent creature and,
with some opposite drug,
transform it to its higher nature?
I am working to that end,
but first I must understand completely
the enemy I have to fight against.
Henry, have you experimented
with this drug upon...
any other creature?
Excuse me, Professor.
- Sorry to disturb you, Henry, but...
- I am working, Kitty.
I'm sorry, Henry,
but Paul Allen is here again.
Don't give in to him, Henry.
He's such a useless waster.
Oh, you will excuse me.
I will be late for my lecture.
Oh, do stay longer.
It's so good to have someone
who at least begins to understand.
I will come again as soon as I can.
Goodbye.
Let me tell Allen to go.
All Paul ever wants
is money, my dear.
Tell him I will
sign his notes as usual.
But, Henry,
he takes advantage of you.
- If only you'd give a little more attention to...
- If only you could understand, Kitty.
If only you could begin
to understand.
What do you think, Ernst?
I am perplexed.
- And, to be frank, a little frightened.
- You, too?
Henry is working
in a very dangerous field.
He locks himself in that laboratory
for days and nights on end.
Sometimes he looks so ill.
A few weeks ago,
I had to carry him to bed.
- He got up as soon as he could walk.
- You should have sent for me.
He wouldn't let anyone
examine him.
One whole night...
- Oh, it was terrible.
- Tell me.
- I was so frightened.
- Tell me the facts.
I heard him in his room.
He was shouting.
It was a strange,
terrible sound. It...
It was a fever
brought on by exhaustion.
But the voice, Ernst.
It was a strange voice.
I see.
Kitty, my dear,
there is nothing wrong with Henry
that rest and yourself cannot cure.
Rest perhaps, but not me.
I can't cure anything for him.
You are married to a man
of very great talent.
Genius, perhaps.
Such men are always
difficult to live with.
- Surely, you must realise...
- Tell me frankly, Ernst.
Could his mind
be seriously disturbed?
Disturbed?
Seriously enough
for him to be...
sent away?
You worry excessively,
my dear.
Henry is obsessed.
He is obsessed
with his experiments.
Such concentration is unwise,
but hardly insane.
You must try to help him.
We must both try to help him.
Yes, we must.
Well, goodbye, my dear.
I will go this way.
- Well?
- Well?
Don't look so grim, Kitty.
I hate to ask him for help as much as
you hate me for asking for it.
At least you admit
that the situation lacks dignity.
What did he say?
You and Henry are such children.
As long as you have your toys
and he has his, you're both happy.
Damn it, Kitty,
the hounds are at my heels.
Stop enjoying yourself
and tell me about it.
Against my wifely advice,
dear Paul, yes.
Henry will save you once again.
- You're too good to me, Kitty.
- I am.
Far too good.
I won't ever put you
in this position again, believe me.
I don't want you to lie for me.
Of course you don't.
I don't deserve you, Kitty.
You don't.
But I deserve you.
I deserve nothing better than you.
I'm sorry you won't come.
How can you bear
these endless dinner parties, Kitty?
Oh, they can be quite gay.
To listen to a lot of braying asses
full of cant and hypocrisy?
These are my friends, Henry.
Kitty...
Let's both take the evening off.
You from being social,
and me from being antisocial.
Let's be together tonight.
Diana Ashburnham
would never forgive me.
It would ruin her table.
Yes, of course.
How stupid of me.
Above all, we must not upset
Lady Ashburnham's arrangements.
Now, Henry, would it be fair?
You should have said you wanted me
to stay in this evening. I did ask you.
I need you tonight, Kitty.
Stay.
Oh, really, Henry, it's too selfish of you
to make such an issue.
You may not need friends, but I do.
And I'm not going to insult them
for the sake of your whims.
My dearest Kitty,
have I ever complained
against any of your charms?
Your boredom is only too clear.
It's my fault. A woman who shows
her feelings always loses dignity.
Come, Kitty. I offered to show you
the other, more amusing side
of the respectable society
which bores you so much,
and, when I do, you sulk.
Is it so especially amusing?
I feel sure that all those
important gentleman you meet
at those sedate dinner parties
will agree with me when I say
that there is no entertainment
that the Sphinx cannot provide.
You're very generous
with my husband's money.
Women!
Women are perfect,
and you are the most
perfect woman of them all.
From perfect wife to perfect mistress,
and back again to perfect wife.
And all within a few hours.
Will you have the goodness
to take me home?
Certainly.
Your home or my home?
My home.
Seems to me, my dear,
our long affair is wearing a little thin.
Yes, it does, doesn't it?
Perhaps we should terminate it
before it becomes completely ashes.
Yes, indeed.
But in that case, dearest Paul,
how ever will you manage financially?
You mustn't let that worry you,
my dear.
After all, Henry Jekyll
has always been my friend,
while you, his ever loyal wife,
have always made it quite clear
to him how much you detest me.
You're the most utterly
shameless man I've ever met.
I do hope so, Kitty, because if you ever
meet a more shameless man,
I might lose you to him.
That's what your kind of woman
wants from a man, Kitty.
Complete and utter freedom
from shame.
Cabby!
Good evening, sir.
Good evening, madam.
How do you do?
I think you'll enjoy this place, sir.
It's very nearly 'alfway respectable.
You alarm me, my friend.
I'm new to your wicked city.
It's only wicked if you're poor, sir.
Thank you, sir.
All the very best, sir,
and 'appy nights in London town.
Another bloody idiot down the sink.
'Ere, could you fancy that?
Ooh, I rather think I could.
Come on, then, Daisy.
It's far past our bedtime.
Would the nice gentleman
like to buy two lonely girls a drink?
With great pleasure,
but perhaps
you'd rather dance first.
You look as if you might be
a pretty fair dancer.
- And you, too.
- Yes, well...
Good night, then, Daisy.
See you tomorrow.
Come on, then. I love this tune.
Fast little bitch!
I've never seen you here before.
I've never been here before.
It's quite nice, really.
Nicer than the Vauxhall or Willies.
Proper bear gardens they've become.
A lady daren't walk on her own.
I've never been there, either.
You don't get around much, do you?
London and I
are virgins to one another.
Well, it won't be long now, will it?
I must go now.
That's not very polite, is it?
I said, that's not the way
a gentleman behaves, is it?
Picking me up under false pretences,
and then dropping me like an old glove.
Will you let go,
you fourpenny whore?
What did you say?
What did you call me?
Let go!
Don't drink too much tonight,
my darling.
Cunning little Kitty cat.
Rather a dull husband
than a drunken lover, eh?
Mr Paul Allen, is it not?
Not if you're
one of my bloody creditors.
Mr Allen occasionally indulges
himself in these pleasantries.
- Please excuse him.
- What perfect manners.
What an entirely perfect lady you are,
Mrs Jekyll.
Don't you think,
looking as she is now,
that she's the most perfect parcel
of ladyhood you ever set eyes on?
Entirely enchanting.
I'm tired of your jokes, Paul.
Please don't leave, Mrs Jekyll.
Your husband is an
old acquaintance of mine.
I've wanted to meet you for so long.
Indeed?
You're very civil, Mr...?
Hyde.
Edward Hyde.
Please?
- I hope I don't intrude.
- Oh, don't worry about that, old boy.
Mrs Jekyll
absolutely adores intrusions.
Anything to lighten the burden,
eh, Kitty?
Isn't that so, my dearest?
My icy snow princess.
My frozen honeypot.
Perhaps you'd rather I left,
Mrs Jekyll?
- Perhaps...
- Don't be an ass, my dear boy.
Jekyll isn't the possessive type
at all.
Damn good chap, Henry.
Best friend I ever had.
- Absolutely first-rate fellow.
- I think it's time we left.
Come along, Paul. Do forgive us.
Yes, do forgive us.
We've got to go home to do our duty.
We always do our duty, eh, Kitty?
We're under a great obligation
to Kitty.
- Stop it. Stop it at once.
- There they go again.
One last dance.
Waltz for lost lovers. Then home.
Perhaps you'd care to dance with me,
Mr Hyde?
With great pleasure.
Oh, the heck with it.
Yes, about time too. Serve it.
How well do you know my husband,
Mr Hyde?
Quite well.
Will you be calling on us?
Indeed I will.
I have business with Henry,
and, er...
friendship, I hope, with you.
I hope so.
Mr Hyde,
can I trust you?
You may do so completely.
There, that fellow there.
That's him, all right.
Are you sure, Jenny,
that that's him?
He tried to force me,
and, when I wouldn't,
he turned on me like an animal.
Friends of yours, old boy?
Are you going to do something
for this young lady, or...
do I have to teach you to behave
like a gentleman?
- Go to hell.
- That's right.
How dare you talk to a gentleman
like that, you drunken lout?
- Will you take me home, Paul?
- Women have no sense of honour.
- How can I leave my friend here like this?
- I'm giving you one more chance.
Give the little lady a few sovereigns
and there'll be no more said.
Good night, gentlemen all.
I told you to go to hell
and take that trollop with you.
That will teach you manners.
Now we'll leave his little friend
to look after him.
For God's sake, man, don't kill him.
You ill, old boy?
Let me alone, Jekyll.
- Let me alone.
- Jekyll?
I must get back.
I must get back.
Leave me.
Leave me.
Damn you, Jekyll! Damn you!
I will return, Jekyll.
I will be back.
Never.
Never.
Why must you work so late,
my dear?
Not that you missed anything
very brilliant tonight.
Oh, Lord, those formal dinners.
You really should have come,
Henry.
It's too unfair to expect me
to carry the whole burden.
If one lives in society, one simply
has to respect social conventions.
I'm exhausted.
Not that it's of the least
interest to you, I suppose.
You live in a world far too remote
for these mundane matters.
For heaven's sake, Henry,
say something.
I need you, Kitty.
I need you desperately.
Henry, I'm tired.
Please?
What are you really like, Kitty?
I'm your wife, that's all I am.
But the woman inside you...
is that woman my wife?
Henry, isn't it a little late
for these obscure discussions?
Will we ever know
who we really are?
Who are you, Kitty?
Who are you?
Your hand's bleeding.
My hand.
But who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?
My dear Paul,
you have no idea
what a pleasure it is
to be in your company again.
You should have been here last night.
Wonderful fun.
Still, I'm glad you like the old place.
Admirable.
Rather like Fortnum & Mason.
I don't see the similarity.
You can buy anything here.
The tigress.
Tigers needn't lick their lips over her
unless they're very rich.
Is she so exclusive?
Only princes, pashas, millionaires,
or distinguished actor-managers
need apply.
Forget it, dear boy.
She's not in the prep-school class.
Believe me, I've tried.
Ah, Maria.
The unattainable.
Eve with her apples and snakes.
It's pleasant
to see you again, Mr Allen.
You have a new admirer, my dear.
Mr Edward Hyde.
Enchanted.
My sincere compliments.
You are most kind, Mr Hyde.
Such natural manners.
She only uses
Christian names in bed.
Well, ladies, it seems
that I must entertain you both.
I trust that you will not
be too disappointed.
- Oh, we'll just have to manage.
- Somehow or other.
Thank you for your confidence.
You've come to the wrong room,
Mr Hyde, I don't entertain here.
I see that your partner
guards you constantly.
Keep away from him.
He is dangerous.
Good night, baby, my sweet.
Your friend talked to me
like a common whore.
In all fairness, he never implied
that you were common.
Just how much money
did you have in mind, Mr Hyde?
I would not insult so beautiful a woman
by offering her anything so trivial.
So, thank you for your politeness,
but good night.
Don't mention it.
- I have to dress.
- Don't let me prevent you.
- But I have an appointment.
- I'm afraid you'll be late.
What could possibly detain me?
I intend to.
You are too impertinent, Mr Hyde.
Yes, that is so.
You have an amusing approach.
Merely direct.
You are very confident, aren't you?
Could a man without confidence
approach you?
The men who beg get nothing.
I do not beg.
If a man buys,
he pays much for very little.
I am not buying.
You do not buy, you do not beg.
Is there anywhere a man
who simply takes?
I am that man.
I thought you were.
What is it?
- You are going?
- Yes.
I must.
Will I see you again?
Perhaps.
What does "perhaps" mean?
Edward, why "perhaps"?
How do I know?
But you know what you feel.
We English never know
what we feel, my dear.
But you will come again soon?
I don't know.
Say you will.
I told you, I don't know.
Of course.
You have a nice, cold wife
to go back to.
What an amusing idea.
A nice, cold wife.
Good morning,
I have an appointment with Dr Jekyll.
- He's away.
- Perhaps I could speak to Mrs Jekyll?
Bit early to call on a lady, isn't it?
Says he has an appointment
with the doctor.
Ask Mr Hyde to come up.
- Hmm! He already has.
- Mr Hyde?
What a pity,
my husband is away on business.
What a pity.
That will be all, Nanny.
Forgive me
for receiving you in here.
Lately, this house has become
unused to visitors.
Please, don't mention it.
Being a wife of a recluse
is not an easy role.
You've heard of my husband's
strange way of life?
Yes, I'm afraid it's common talk.
Perhaps I can help you
with your business?
Business can wait.
Since our chance meeting,
I wanted so much to see you again.
Mr Hyde...
I hope that because of the
circumstances of our first meeting,
you won't come
to any wrong conclusions.
It's because of them
that I've been trying
to put you out of my mind.
You see, I have no wish to, er...
trespass on Paul's...
- Paul's what?
- Paul's friendship, I was about to say.
The question of trespass
hardly arises.
Mr Allen has no
property rights in me.
And, er...
Henry?
Henry leads his own life.
He doesn't seek my approval,
and I don't seek his.
Is that wrong?
We who seek no-one's approval
are not concerned
with right or wrong.
What are we concerned with?
The...
pursuit of pleasure,
the fulfilment of desire.
Exciting alternatives.
Alternatives to what?
To the boredom
of being a neglected wife,
and the humiliation
of being a rejected mistress.
You overestimate my freedom
from convention, Mr Hyde.
Forgive me.
I was forgetting that
even the most honest of women
need to be courted with
the most dishonest of phrases.
I must say you are honest.
A trifle obvious, perhaps, but honest.
Listen to me, Kitty.
Why should we pretend?
From the moment I felt you
in my arms as we were dancing,
our future has been clear
to both of us.
Oh, sir, you take
far too much for granted.
Great affairs always begin
without discussion.
My great affair has already begun.
It was well advanced before ever
you appeared on the scene.
I wonder what
is the special quality
in a man as weak,
unscrupulous, and utterly unreliable
as Paul Allen?
I don't question your description,
Mr Hyde.
Well, then, why?
I merely happen to love him.
Love?
Love is an idiocy.
An idiocy of mine, perhaps,
but a fact.
I love Paul Allen.
Well, do you confirm
my own observations, Ernst?
I'm afraid I do.
There appears to be an accelerating
of your entire metabolism.
As if your life was suddenly burning
itself up at a much faster rate.
No, I will not be your bank clerk
any longer, Paul.
Kitty, darling, why not let Henry
take care of life's little problems,
- and leave us its gaiety?
- No, I'm sick and tired of being used.
- How can you talk of our love in this way?
- You hypocrite!
These are debts of honour.
I can't go bad on them.
Honour?
- What a typical gentleman you are, Paul.
- I hope so.
All your honour's staked on a card,
so you've none left for
any man or woman.
I see.
Paul?
Paul.
So that is your diagnosis, Ernst.
You think me
a simple-minded opium eater.
You underestimate me, my friend.
I can diagnose opium addiction,
but your addiction, I suspect,
is something less familiar,
and more damaging.
Thank you, Ernst.
Ah, Mr Allen.
Perhaps you can persuade
our old friend
to lead a more sensible life.
- Goodbye, Henry.
- It's hardly my speciality, but I'll try.
Well, my dear Henry,
what are you doing here?
In search for the elixir of life?
I leave the life search
to you and your friends.
What do you want?
Well, merely to thank you,
my dear Henry,
for your extraordinary generosity.
Thank you for your gratitude.
And now I must get back
to my work.
I wondered, Henry,
if you could manage...
My experiments
are very costly, Paul.
I'm afraid I have rather overreached
myself, with your help, of course.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
Very sorry indeed.
Don't bother to call again for a while,
Paul, I shall be going away.
Oh, going far?
I wonder.
Well, I suppose you lied your way
successfully out of debt again?
Unfortunately, no.
I must be losing my grip.
He refused to help?
But what will you do?
It's good to see the Jekylls
reunited at last.
But what will you do, Paul?
Please don't disturb yourself
on my account.
You won't do anything desperate?
Apart from continuing to live,
nothing.
I have determined
to discover
all that Hyde can reveal.
My bank and my solicitors
are instructed to regard him
as my attorney in my absence,
my heir and executor
if I fail to return.
For do I want to return
to a life of frustrated isolation
and loveless misery?
Damn bad luck you've been having,
I hear, Allen, old man.
Damn bad luck.
- Oh, well, luck's a bitch, old boy.
- Oh, I shouldn't think so.
I've always had the best possible luck
with bitches. Almost always, anyway.
Well, I must be off.
Farewell, old chap.
Goodbye.
My dear Edward, just the one man
I was hoping to run into!
- Will you have a drink?
- Thank you.
Waiter, bring another glass,
will you?
Business problems?
You know my weakness.
Women?
Gambling, my dear boy.
Women aren't a weakness,
they're a recurrent necessity.
But I thought that one
of these necessities of yours
was in the delightful habit
of honouring your debts for you.
You can't trust anybody these days.
Oldest friend lets me down.
Oldest mistress lets me down.
No-one to turn to.
What are you in for?
About two thousand.
Sell your soul.
Gladly. No takers.
I'll take it over.
My soul?
Now, that would be about
as useless to me as it is to you.
I meant the debt.
Well, that's extremely kind of you,
Edward,
but I couldn't possibly permit it.
I'll stake you to five thousand.
Are you quite sure
this is convenient, Edward?
I mean, it's really
very, very kind of you,
and I'm deeply obliged.
Just pass the notes over to me
as they come in.
Don't you think it would be better,
perhaps, if you were to give me
- the five now and then leave me to...?
- No, I'm afraid that's the only way.
Of course, if you'd rather not
leave yourself in my hands...
But I'm only too happy to be in such
extremely generous hands.
It's very kind of you.
There are other ways
you can repay me.
London is your oyster,
my dear boy,
and I'm the one
who can open it for you.
Open it wide.
Break the hinges,
rifle its pearls.
Down you go,
I likes what you're doing
And blast your eyes!
One more drink and we'll
give the hay bags a big surprise
When I've drunk a gallon
I get like a stallion
And blast your eyes!
Here's me master,
just for the chilling
And blast your eyes!
One more drink before
in the desert from thirst I die
So carry on swilling
and pay that last shilling
And blast your eyes!
What a night.
Nothing but promissory notes,
useless bits of paper,
and now you want to give us more.
Have you ever known me
to welsh on a debt of honour?
No.
It's a bit thick, you know,
night after night.
Look here, Everton,
if you're trying to insult me...
Oh, don't be an ass, Allen.
We'll take your notes.
We'll take anybody's notes.
My dear fellow, what else is there?
Is London only good
for a week's entertainment?
Think of something else.
I have, and we've done it.
And, incidentally,
I've done the five too.
So soon?
My dear Paul, that is the one talent
you really do have.
You can spend money faster
than any other man in London.
- Well, do you think that perhaps...?
- Continually, that you are a fool.
Well, I suppose I could
try Kitty again.
Try me instead, my friend.
What a really good chap you are,
Edward.
And I'll try Kitty.
What the devil do you mean, Hyde?
Well, that should be simple enough
even for you to understand.
I am telling you to obtain
your mistress for me.
You unspeakable devil.
How very amusing.
Paul Allen, breaker of every law
in the moral code,
is shocked into morality.
You vile, disgusting degenerate.
Be rational, my friend.
I'm asking for the temporary loan
of a proven adulteress,
of whom you yourself
have grown somewhat tired.
You go back to Hell!
Is that you, Nanny?
Mr Hyde!
I hardly expected
to see you again.
Do you make a practice of breaking
into other people's houses?
Your husband, unlike yourself,
trusts me with all that he owns.
- You've seen him?
- Yes.
I will not ask you under
what circumstances you saw him.
But I'd be delighted
to give you a full account
of all Henry's doings
since he deserted you.
I prefer not to know.
But, should you see him again,
perhaps you'd have
the goodness to give him this.
With pleasure.
Now, suppose I see Mr Allen?
Is there another note for him?
I prefer to give Mr Allen
my messages personally.
Good night, Mr Hyde.
Please have the goodness
to leave.
I have Paul Allen here.
In my pocket.
What do you mean?
Allow me to present your lover.
A handful of bad debts.
Perhaps you would care
to buy him back?
Come, Mrs Jekyll.
Why not sell what you have
so often given away?
I might agree to your
preposterous suggestion, Mr Hyde,
were it not for the fact
that you utterly repel me.
Give us the price of
a quart of gin, guv.
Just a quart, guv.
Go on, guv, will you?
Will you, guv? Just a quart.
A penny for the gypsy
Dol-de-rol-de-rol, la la
Dol-de-rol-de-ra
And if you make it two
I'll tell you what I'll do
I'll let you have a twang
on my guitar
Penny for the gypsy
A penny for the gypsy...
It's a great privilege for meself
and my sisters here
and my little niece, Mary,
to be drinking with such a
distinguished gentleman.
- It is.
- Good luck.
Drink up, Mary, dear.
I am very sensible of the honours
that you are doing me, sir and ladies,
and you, my little novice.
Such a lovely young man, Mary.
I think it's love
at first sight, Mary.
What about you coming along
with me and me sister, dear?
Yeah, why don't you, sir?
Go on, you enjoy yourself.
- It's a hard life being a mother.
- Yeah.
Why does love make us behave
so hatefully to one another?
Because we're cowards, my darling.
We want everything.
Let's go away, Paul.
Let's start a new life together.
We will, my love, we will.
Paul...
Elevenpence
for the gypsy
Elevenpence for the gypsy
Dol-de-rol-de-rol, la la
Dol-de-rol-de-ra...
He's about ripe. Bring him out
just after I go out. Right?
Well, what about it, dear?
Come on, you unwise virgins.
Come on.
Come along, dear.
Here y'are, mate,
go and get one y'self.
Oh, you'll get your rent tonight.
I said, Mrs Bligh, I said,
you'll get your money tonight.
Never let you down yet.
Mind you, I think she charges for...
Nay, sister, she's great, Mrs Bligh.
Very nice timing, my loves.
She's very religious,
isn't she, Mrs Bligh?
Yes, so's her old man.
- Pity, really.
- I rather fancied him.
What are you worried about?
You got your money
without working tonight.
Here. One for you. One for you.
Oh, yeah, one for you.
Come on, I'll buy you a drink.
I have destroyed
my formula and drugs,
for I fear that Hyde has
too much influence over me.
No degeneracy is low enough
to satisfy him.
I have locked the door.
Goodbye, Dr Jekyll.
Come on, come on.
Now I...
I must exorcise him.
Somehow, drive out this...
How could you let yourself
get into the hands of such a man?
You and Henry
left me no alternative.
Paul, we should have
had the courage
to go away together years ago.
Darling Kitty, be realistic.
Could you ever have lived
on my gambling losses?
I'm so sorry to intrude.
What the devil are you doing here?
I have a message from your husband,
Mrs Jekyll.
He has decided to
forsake a situation
which is too difficult
for him to contend with,
and has asked us for a final
reckoning tonight at the Sphinx.
He does so want our last
evening together to be gay.
Until tonight, then, Mrs Jekyll?
Paul.
I wonder what he's up to.
I don't want to go, Paul.
I'm frightened.
Listen, Kitty, this could be
the solution to all our problems.
If Henry's decided to get out,
then he's bound to make
a decent settlement.
But if you'd left him...
What a fool I am!
What an idiotic fool.
Now, you do understand, don't you?
As soon as I get
this tedious business over,
I shall join you there.
Don't keep me waiting too long.
I'd no idea that Henry was
familiar with this place.
It seems to me that we never knew
Henry quite as well as we thought.
Where is Mr Hyde?
All is prepared in the room
of the seora.
Indeed.
I think I'd better go and see
what this fellow's up to.
You wait here.
Don't be long, darling.
Champagne for madame?
Come in.
My dear Paul,
how very considerate
of you to be on time.
But where is your
enchanting mistress?
We can't possibly
have our party without her.
Surely we can leave Kitty out of this?
Hardly.
She's going to wait downstairs
until this damn business is over.
Now, where's Henry?
Naturally, you're impatient
to see your old friend.
Let's get on with it, Hyde.
By all means.
He would like to speak
to you first, privately.
What the devil is all this?
He has certain arrangements
providing for your future
which he'd like to complete with you.
Don't hesitate, Paul.
This meeting could finally
solve all your problems.
Let's get it over with, then.
No-one in here, Hyde.
Look more carefully, my friend.
But don't be ridiculous, Hyde.
There's no-one in here.
It was very thoughtless of Paul
to leave you alone.
Where is he?
Shall we join him?
Where are they?
Where's Paul?
Paul?
Where is Henry?
Believe me, your husband is here.
So you find your way
home at last, my dear.
And the bed you deserve.
Do you like me in this?
I like you in this place.
I love you in any place.
The pattern of justice is complete.
Whose room is this?
Mine,
at last.
Oh, God.
Paul.
I love you, Edward.
Love?
Just love.
You don't know me
and yet you love me?
I don't care about knowing.
You animal.
You don't care
whether I'm good or evil.
All the men who bought me,
they knew about good and evil.
So we dispense
with the unnecessary.
Good, evil and love.
No, not love.
I can't love.
I know nothing about love.
That's sad for you.
And maybe for me.
But I still love you.
Good night, my love.
Good night.
Sleep well.
Sleep well.
Leave me.
I must get back.
I must get back.
Let me alone!
Edward.
I must be free!
What is it? Edward!
Why?
Why?
Why must you destroy?
I want to be free.
Everything I do
is directed toward that end.
That isn't true.
You murdered that girl.
You murdered her.
You revenged yourself
on Paul Allen.
You revenged yourself.
And Kitty.
Poor Kitty.
What will become of her?
All in order to free me.
None of them were in your way.
But you are in my way.
Unfortunately, my dear Jekyll,
I can't destroy you
without destroying myself.
And so you destroyed
those others instead.
But through their deaths,
I will become free of you.
Society will blame you.
It will hunt you,
and force you to remain hidden,
as I have had to hide.
You hate me.
I have no feelings toward you
whatsoever.
I do only what is
logically necessary.
Come now, Jekyll,
admit you're defeated.
End this struggle,
which you must lose.
Never!
You must lose, Jekyll.
You must.
Is it wise to leave here?
In a few hours,
they'll be searching for you.
You must lose, Jekyll.
You must lose.
What have I done?
What have I done?
The arrangements were made
by Dr Jekyll?
For him. By his friend Mr Hyde.
They were to dine together
last night with the ladies.
Mr Hyde is a good friend
of the Seora Maria.
What else do you know
of this Mr Hyde?
A very free-spending gentleman.
Yes, apart from his virtues
as a client?
He always seemed
a perfect gentleman.
That's all I know, Inspector.
- And Dr Jekyll?
- I can't say, Inspector.
I never met the gentleman.
All right, you can go.
- Inspector.
- Yes?
The management would be prepared,
I feel sure,
to make certain arrangements
with you if...
I'm sorry,
it's not possible this time.
But there's always a next time.
I suppose, sir, Dr Jekyll could have
arrived and left by the back door.
With this Mr Hyde?
And the woman Maria.
Well, we'll soon find out.
We'll keep this place closed.
Now, after this, what we need
is a visit to the doctor.
Come on, Rogers.
"So, my dear Ernst,
"you are the only one I can look to.
"You can perhaps
help save something
"of the life and honour
of your truly repentant friend.
"Henry Jekyll."
- Come here, will you?
- Yes, sir.
I won't be a minute.
Ernst will come.
I know he will.
To his death, no doubt.
What do you mean?
You see,
I don't have your highly laudable
respect for life, Jekyll.
What can I do?
To whom can I turn?
You must lose, Jekyll.
Yes, sir?
You all right, sir?
Yes, yes, quite all right.
There's a hamper over there.
I wonder if you'd be kind enough
to take it into the mews for me.
Certainly, sir.
Can you manage alone?
It's a bit heavy, sir,
but I think I can manage it.
Good.
Cover the back.
Dr Jekyll, are you there?
Anybody here?
Open this door!
Jekyll's mad.
Be careful, he has a gun.
Let go, Jekyll.
- No, you let me go!
- Break open the doors.
He must be completely insane.
Get down there, quick!
- Jekyll...
- Huh?
He set fire to the place.
He shot himself.
- He tried...
- Don't say anything more just now.
It would seem, from the evidence
of Professor Litauer,
that the balance of
Dr Jekyll's mind was disturbed
by dangerous experimentation,
and addiction to drugs.
In his deluded state,
he executed a diabolical revenge
for imagined wrongs,
and, at the last,
took his own life.
Mr Hyde is fortunate indeed to have
escaped from this holocaust.
The case of Dr Jekyll
is a solemn warning to us
not to meddle with
the divine pattern of nature.
Death by suicide.
Thank you, gentlemen.
The proceedings are closed.
A fine man.
A fine mind.
But he failed to realise
that the higher man
is free of all restraints.
The higher man?
He lives solely
by energy and reason.
He takes what he wants.
There is no Jekyll in him.
For one moment, you sounded
like poor Jekyll.
He also...
Mr Hyde, are you unwell?
I must leave immediately.
Are you sure you feel able?
Goodbye, then.
Help me.
Help me.
Help me.
Your voice.
Leave me now.
Leave me.
As you wish.
Never.
Never.
Leave me, Jekyll.
Leave me.
Not here!
Wait, I beg you.
Jekyll.
Henry.
May God help you.
I have destroyed him.
And yourself,
my poor friend.
Only I could destroy him.
And I have.
Henry Jekyll, it is my duty to arrest
you on a charge of wilful murder.