Mary Reilly Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Mary Reilly Script



I'm not going to bite you.



I'm sorry, sir.

You gave me a fright.



You're up very early.



I'm generally up by  :   sir.

Otherwise I get behind.



I used to be able to stay up all night

and suffer no ill effects whatsoever.



Oh, well.



Those scars.



Would you mind

ifI examine them?



It's a purely

professional curiosity.



I don't really like to talk about them,

sir, ifit's all the same toyou.



There are some

on your neck as well.



They look almost

like teeth marks.



Yes, sir,

that's what they are.



Mary, you'll find an eel

in the fish pantry.



Fetch it in for me,

will you?



It's alive!



Warmth ofyour hands,

that'll be, revived him.



Put him here.



Difficult buggers

to kill, is eels.



Now, keep hold ofits tail.



Go on. Don't be soft.



Fetch the skinners.



- What's the matterwith you?

- I'm all right.



- You're as white as a sheet.

- Sorry.



Well, fetch us that

big saucepan offthe range.



What's he do out there

on his own all those hours?



He's after something.

I don't know.



Lastyear he used to give weekly

lectures in that operating theater.



He had patients,

like a regular doctor.



- And hejust stopped?

-Just like that.



From one day to the next.



Perhaps he's looking

for a cure for something.



Yes. Forwhat ails him,

ifhe's got any sense.



Shall I leave the candle a while,

or doyou want to sleep?



I always want to sleep.



I can't understand why it takes

so much effort to look after one man.



I don't mind hard work.



I do.



I've been in service since I was    

and this is the best place I've had.



He's a kind man, the doctor.

Anyone can see that.



Ifhe was that kind,

he'd let me sleep until  :  .



Good night, then.



I feel safe here, is all.



Good morning, sir.



Mary, this is most welcome.

I'm ravenous.



I'm pleased, sir.



- I wasn't sure I should wakeyou.

- Why?



You can't have had much sleep, sir.

I heard you come in not three hours ago.



Last night I came to the end

ofa very longjourney.



For months now

I have been engaged...



in the driest kind ofstudy.



But last night

all the barriers fell before me.



I have made a great breakthrough.



I'm very happy to hear it, sir.



Yesterday as I was passing,

I looked into the library...



and thereyou were

with your nose in a book.



I had no idea

you were able to read.



I'm very sorry, sir.



You are most welcome to borrow

any book ofmine that takes your fancy.



No. I wouldn't want the other servants

to think I was getting above myself.



No. I can't eat any ofthis.



-I'll ask Mrs. Kent to coddle some eggs.

-No, that's all right.



Areyou quite sureyou don't want

to tell me howyou got those scars?



I'm sorry. I won't askyou again.

Leave the tray.



Would you ask Poole...



to organize the removal ofthat

to my cabinet?



Yes, sir.



I hopeyou haven't been making

a nuisance ofyourself, Mary.



No, sir. The doctor

wasjust telling me...



he wants his mirror

moved to his cabinet.



Can you account

forwhy the master...



chose to issue these

instructions through you?



No, sir. Except I told him

I'd heard him coming in late last night.



You did what?



You were in the master's bedroom

some considerable time.



What else did he say toyou?



We talked about doing something

with the garden.



The garden?



It's gloomy out there.

I thought we could plant a flower bed.



Who's going to do all this?



I would. I don't mind.



Aren't we finding

enough work foryou?



I could do it

on my afternoons off.



My last place in the country--



We're familiarwith your

reminiscences, Mrs. Kent.



The master used to send for one

ofthe housemaids every morning,  :  ...



regular as clockwork.



In the end,

she fell in the familyway...



and was dismissed

without a reference.



I often wonder

what become ofher.



I expect now she entertains gentlemen

all hours ofthe day.



- Bradshaw.

- Yes, Mr. Poole?



Saveyour breath

to cool your porridge.



Yes, Mr. Poole.



What areyou doing?



Mr. Poole doesn't allow me

in the theater, sir.



- Does he not?

- Mirror's in place, sir.






Mary tells us you've been holding

a discussion with her about the garden.



Remind me what conclusion

we arrived at, Mary.



Flower beds there...



and at the corners...



and a herb garden

here by the kitchen.



The very thing.



Just what we need.



Oh, Poole, would you gather the staff

in the dining room at about  :  ?



- I have an announcement to make.

- Sir.



As I'm sureyou're all aware...



the pressure ofmywork has

increased considerably oflate.



Consequently, I have decided

to take on an assistant.



His name is Mr. Edward Hyde...



and I intend to give him

the run ofthe house.



Ofcourse, as a rule,

he will come and go...



by the side door

ofmy laboratory.



But when he does have

the occasion to step over here...



I trustyou will treat him with the same

respect thatyou've always shown me.



You may rely on it.



Will the gentleman

be taking his meals here, sir?



Not as a rule, no.



There really is

no cause for concern.



He is a quite remarkable

young man.



He's a solitary one,

isn't he, the doctor?



Ayear or two back

he used to have dinner parties.



- Then hejust stopped.

- Shame.



Oh, no.

Best thing ever happened.



Think ofthe washing up.



And he's never had any sort of...

a lady friend?



Never a woman stepped

in the front door.



Not since I've been here.



- Strange.

- Bradshaw says he goes to houses.






Bradshaw says

he goes to houses.



What doyou mean?



You know.






I can't believe that.



You best get offifyou're going.

I'll finish up here.












It was very good ofyou, sir,

to back me up about the garden.



Yes, I think I did ratherwell.



Mr. Poole questioned me

so closely about...



why I was so long

with you this morning.



It was the only excuse

I could think of.



So, thankyou.



Areyou sure he's not out on the landing

right now, the virtuous Poole?



No, sir.

He's gone to bed.



I thought, ifyou would like

to examine these scars--



Come here.



Raiseyour sleeve.



These go very deep.



Did they never affect

the use ofyour fingers?



I couldn't move my thumb for a while,

but it gradually came back to working.



Does it still

causeyou any pain?



Gives me a bit ofgyp when the weather's

damp. Otherwise it's right as rain.



What did this?






Sit down.



- No, sir.

- I insist.



- Something to drink, perhaps?

- No, sir.



So, how did it happen?



It was a punishment, sir.



You done that on purpose,




No, sir.



What doyou think?

I'm made ofmoney?



You careless little bitch.



I'm going out now, Mary,

to see what I can find.



He was gone some time.



He had a strange way ofwalking,

not exactly a limp.



Buthis footsteps--



Well, Ialways

knewit washim.



It was like...



everystep was calling myname.



Areyou still there, Mary?



I found you something

to keepyou company.



We wouldn't wantyou

getting lonely now, would we?



Was it a rat?



Yes, sir.



He knew the way

I felt about them.




even theidea ofthem.



And he knew,

sooner or later, it was--



Going to bite its way through.



Bite its way through.



Where was your mother

all this time?



She was working.



Shenevergothome tilllate.



She tookmeaway

that verynight...



triedto decide

what to do forthebest...



and thought I'd be safest

ifshe put me into service.



What happened to him?



I never seen him again

from that day to this.



It is a terrible story, Mary.



I can see whyyou were

so reluctant to tell it to me.



Thankyou for...



being so candid.



I shan't forget it.



I must go to my laboratory.

There's something I need to do.



You're up early

this morning, sir.



As a matter offact, I didn't

go to bed at all last night.



- You've been out, by seeing your shoes.

- Yes. I needed some fresh air.



I was thinking a great deal about

the storyyou told me last night.



You must have really

hated your father.



I don't know, sir.



Surely he was a monster.



When I was little and he was in work,

he wasn't so bad then.



It was the drinking

that did it.



You think

it was only the drink?



The drink turned him

into a different man.



A different man?



He even looked different.



What doyou mean?



It was like he carried

another person inside him...



and the drinking

brought him out.



Or maybe set him free.



I'd likeyou to do something for me

in strictest confidence.



I wantyou to deliver

this letter.



I expectyou know

where that is.



There'll be no reply

other than a yes or a no.



- Very good, sir.

- You'll do it then?



Ifyou want me to, sir.



Thankyou, Mary.



Haven'tyou everwished for

a completely new life, Mary?



No, sir.

What good would that do?



Supposeyou were able to do

absolutelywhateveryou wanted...



with no consequences

and no regrets.



Then what?



I don't believe there is such a thing

as actions without consequences.



Strictly speaking,

I've no vacancies at the moment.



We might be able to come

to some particular arrangement.



- Areyou Mrs. Farraday?

- Who wants to know?



I have a letter

from Dr.Jekyll.



- HarryJekyll, eh?

- Areyou--



Yes, I'm Farraday.

Keepyourwool on. Come inside.



Dear old Harry.

Ever the good Samaritan.



Not required in

the House ofCommons, Sir Danvers?



I imagine they can rub along

without me this once, Mrs. Farraday.



And vice versa,

I shouldn't wonder.



Sir Danvers is one ofour most

prominent spokesmen on foreign affairs.



- Aren'tyou, Sir Danvers?

- You're too kind, Mrs. Farraday.



Got any questions

on any sort ofexotic customs...



Sir Danvers is your man.



Well, perhaps

I've been a bit hasty.



No, no. She's not even

an apprentice. Notyet.



Oh, pity.



- Mary!

- Yes?



I look forward to meeting you

in due course.



You rub along for as long

as you like, Sir Danvers.



Or as long as you can manage.



I'll say this for HarryJekyll:

He may ask for a few special services...



but he doesn't mind

paying top whack.



So I'm to say

your answer is yes?



My answer's always yes.



I have my obligations, tell him.



It'll take me a week to clear out

the present tenant, then anotherweek...



to make these alterations

he's asking for.



Then his assistant

can move in.



Can't say I've ever noticed him

in need ofany assistant.






She said yes, but she said

she needs two weeks to get it ready.



Hard on myyoung man.



No hardship to stay away

from that place.



He's robust enough, and he needs to live

within easy reach ofthe hospital.



- Where is he living at the moment?

- Why doyou ask?



No one in the house

has seen him.



He comes and goes during the night.

Now I think that will be all.



- I've seen him!

- Yes, hejust crossed the bridge.



But I couldn't really

make him out.



What was he like?



He moves funny.



Not so much a limp.



More ofa shuffle.



And he's sort ofstooped.



- Did you see his face?

- No.



Just his eyes.



He came outofthe dark...



likehe wasmade ofit.



- What's this, the mother's meeting?

- No, Mr. Poole.



Come here.









What am I going to do with you?



You should have no trouble

cashing this.



I thinkwe've had enough

excitement for one evening.



Close the door behind you.



My lord, sir,

what haveyou done?



- It's all right.

- Is it broken?



No, it's only a sprain.

I shall need helping into the house.



Shall I fetch

your assistant?



What? I'm sor--



What did you say?



I thought I heard him...



moving around

the house last night.



Ifhe were there, doyou suppose he'd

leave me to crawl out here on my own?



I'm sorry, sir.



Ifyou'll allow me

to lean on you...



I'm sure the thing

can be accomplished.



You've been working too hard, sir.

I'm not surprised you had an accident.



- What's going on?

- The master's had an accident.



Why didn'tyou come for me?



Hold your tongue. Go upstairs

and light the bedroom fire. Bradshaw.



I was out late last night.

I must have...



somehow put myweight on it.



Dr.Jekyll is all too

benevolent an employer.



So it falls to me

to draw attention to occasions...



when I feel members ofthe household

are failing in their duties.



It is also my task,

may I remind you...



to dismiss those staffwho

persistently overstep the mark.



Yes, sir.



Haveyou any idea

to what I may be referring?



It was not my place

to advise the master not to work.



Quite so. Now help me on

with my Ulster.



The master requires certain

supplies from the chemist.



Naturally, we're all concerned

when Dr.Jekyll is unwell.



We are hardly likely

to improve his condition...



by drawing attention to our own

entirely insignificant opinions.



You must be aware there are

a great manyyoung women...



in straitened circumstances

who could fill your position...



and observe a few

elementary regulations.



Remember that.



- Mary.

- Yes, sir?



When we had our talk, you refused

to sayyou hated your father.



I don't.



Why not?



He put a dark place in me,

and I can't forgive him for that.



But it's part ofme now,

and how can I regret what I am?



Though it often makes me sad.



Oh, well, sadness, yes.



That can't be helped.



That comes in like the tide.



I knowyou're afraid ofrats.

You told me.



But what else

areyou afraid of?



I don't know, sir.



Bad dreams.



- I see.

- Confined spaces.



Yes, ofcourse.



But whatyou're saying is,

you're never afraid ofyourself.



I didn't say that.



You are afraid ofyourself?






I thought so.



God, Mary.



I'm so cold.



My hands are frozen through.



Take some broth, sir.



I don't know, Mary.



Why is ityou strike me

as you do?



Get some warmth intoyou, sir.



I'm very tired.



Will you get dressed? There's something

I need you urgently to do for me.



What's all this about?



How should I know? You'll have to do

the blackleading for me this morning.



I'm afraid this won't be

a very pleasant errand.



- Is it to Mrs. Farraday?

- It is.



And I can't tell you

how important it may be.



Come in here!



He won't slip out ofthis one

with a few quid and a smarmy letter.



All the same,

you'd better read it.



He ought to have the courage

to come here hisself...



and clean up after

that mad dog ofhis.



- He said there might be a reply.

- And so there might.



Come with me.



In you go.



Don't even ask.



What shall I tell him?



Tell him no need to panic.

I'll do anything he wants.



And you take this home

with you to HarryJekyll.



What am I supposed--



Ah, yes, it takes all sorts.



You tell HarryJekyll

this is such linen...



as even his old friend Mrs. Farraday

can't clean for him!



You've taken your time. The master's

waiting foryou, in the laboratory.



Go there directly.

The rule is relaxed.



And shiftyourself!.



What did she say?



She said she'll do

everything you want her to.



But she said this is such linen

as even she cannot clean.



She has always been prone

to exaggeration.



I saw the room.

There was blood on the ceiling.



And did Mrs. Farraday explain?



No, sir. But I felt sure someone

had been torn to death in that room.






- She said you should've goneyourself.

- I couldn't.



I'm sureyou understand.

A place like that.



I sent my assistant, Mr. Hyde.



She called him a mad dog.



On those rare occasions...



when a woman like Mrs. Farraday

is not at fault herself...



she is liable to experience

a rush ofrighteous indignation.



I happen to know that Mr. Hyde...



did everything that he could.



The girl had already

lost too much blood.



These amateur operations,

as I'm sureyou--



Well, let's not

discuss the details.



Just rest assured

that I shall continue...



to look into the matter.



I suppose it would have been too much

to expect a bit ofgratitude.



I'm sorry I doubted you, sir.



I'm going to lock my door

and work.



Tell Poole he may close up

as he pleases.



I may not go back

into the house tonight.



Mary Reilly.



Doyou know who I am?



You're Mr. Hyde,

the master's assistant.



You may say so.

What doyou think?



I always had

an artistic temperament.



I know I owe my existence

to science, but...



I've never been able to whip up

much enthusiasm for it.






the thoughts that come unbidden,

don'tyou find?



Ifyou mean we're not always

in control ofour ideas--



Why should we want to be?

That's the question.



I've never been

in favor ofcontrol.



By all accounts, your fatherwas

no paragon at controlling himself.



Men will chatter

amongst themselves in a--



What I wasn't able to find out

was how far it might have gone...



between your father

and yourself.



Didn'tyou look forward

to them sometimes...



those evenings when

your motherwas out working?



Still, wouldn'tyou like

to come in town with me tonight?



Good morning, Mary.



- Morning.

- What's the matter?



I thought, sir, when we

spoke ofprivate matters...



those were confidences

you would never repeat.



I'm afraid you've been

upset by my assistant.



No, sir. I was more upset byyou

thatyou told him.



As a doctor, I've always

been in the habit...



oftaking notes after

any kind ofconsultation.



I'm afraid myyoung man is less

scrupulous than he should be.



He read my notebook.



I see, sir.



Well, in that case--



I can't deny that his manners are rough,

but I've learned to look beyond that.



I know he likes you very much.



I see no reason whyyou shouldn't

become the best offriends.



As a matter offact, I was hoping

you would accompany him...



this afternoon

on a scientific errand.



I thought it might make a break

from this perpetual housework.



Ofcourse, I'll send Bradshaw

ifyou prefer.



And now, to where they

butcher human meat.



This hospital and the slaughterhouse

share the same gutters.



Most convenient.



Youjust can't say no

to our employer, can you?



And you believe

everyword he says?



The doctor's been

very kind to me.



He's much too old foryou,




I don't know whatyou mean.



I keep telling him

he works too hard.



Areyou aware, when you're with him,

ofhow much he longs to touch you?



Ofcourse not.



He conceals it that well,

does he?



I don't want to talk about this.



Whateveryou say.



It is difficult to understand someone

who is entirely incapable...



ofsimply asking forwhat he most wants

in the world, don'tyou agree?



How can you presume to know

what goes on in the doctor's mind?



Inspired guesswork.

Instinct. Fellow feeling.



- What does he want them for?

- I've never bothered to ask.



I just supply the organs

as required.



You've no idea

how strange and twisting...



are the ways ofscience.



Wait there.



Afternoon, Doctor.



Visit from the butcher.



What's that?



He can't tell why, Mary,

but the doctor feels a bit hungry.



Tea and sandwiches, perhaps.



For two, sir?



Why not?



Dr.Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

would like some tea.



How doyou get on

with that Mr. Hyde then?



He manage to keep

his hands to hisself?



You shouldn'tjudge everyone

byyour own standards, Mr. Bradshaw.



Well, I hope Hyde was politer toyou

than he was to old Poole.



-What doyou mean?

-Beforeyou went off, he sent for Poole.



He tells him to get on the train...



go offto some chemist

way out in the country.



And when Poole says, ''Is there

anything else I can do foryou, sir?''



He says, ''Yes. Mind your own business,''

and slams the door in his face.



Mr. Poole was that upset.



I wouldn't cross him

in the next day or two ifI was you.



He said to me,

'' No matter how well he speaks...



Mr. Hyde could never be

mistaken for a gentleman.''



Who is he then?



You ask me, he's got one over on the

doctor. You know, a spot ofblackmail.



Or, tell you what,

maybe he's a souvenir...



from the doctor's student days,

sort ofa grown-up wild oat.



Now they do look a bit alike.



Mary don't like to think the doctor's

ever had any fun in his life.



Mary, you go.



Oh, it's you, is it?

Butler's night off, is it?



- What doyou want?

- A word with the gentleman.



- Which one?

- HarryJekyll, ofcourse.



IfI never saw that other devil again

in my life, it'd be too soon for me.



- They're both in the laboratory.

- That'll do as well as anywhere.



As a rule, the doctor doesn't

admit visitors when he's working.



Oh, I think he'll admit me.



Very likely he'll admit both ofus

ifyou playyour cards right.



Wait here.



What is it?



Mrs. Farraday is here

to seeyou, sir.



- Who?

- Mrs. Farraday.



- What doyou want?

-Just a word.



Thought we might have a chat about

improving our financial arrangements.



Staywhereyou are.

I'll be with you in a moment.



There's something

I have to do first.



Don't be too long.

It ain't very festive down here.



- I'll bring the tea in a minute, sir.

- What?



- Mr. Hyde ordered tea and sandwiches.

- Cancel the tea.



Hold your horses.

I'm parched.



I'm sureyou'd prefer

something stronger.



It won't take me

a moment to prepare it.



Have ityour own way.












I'm very sorry to disappointyou,

but it isn't the doctor.



He chivalrously insisted on seeing

Mrs. Farraday all the way home.



He told me he couldn't go

to that house.



She's moved.



- Will there be anything else, sir?

- Yes. There will be.



Come here.



There has been something

I've been trying to say toyou...



ever since our first conversation

in the library.



Yes, sir?






I want to apologize

for some ofthe things I said.









I was unnecessarily...






Now lookwhat

you've made me do.



Don'tyou know who I am?



Mary Reilly.



Sorry. Must be

some misunderstanding.



I thoughtyou

invited me here.



I did.



What's the matterwith you?



I'm sorry. Bad dream.



Didn't sound too bad.






Mrs. Kent tells me

that while I was awayyesterday...



you had some dealings

with the master's assistant.



Yes, sir.



Did you hold much

conversation with him?



No, sir.



But I understand

a cup was broken.



That's right.



How did that happen?



- I dropped it, sir.

- You dropped it?



- On the carpet?

- No, sir.



- It landed on the fender, sir.

- I see.



- It should be stopped from yourwages.

- Yes, sir.



I'll discuss it with the master.

You may go.



Poole tells meyou've confessed

to breaking a cup.



Yes, sir. I'm sorry.



After the storyyou told me

aboutyour father, I can't understand...



howyou could ever bring yourself

to sayyou've broken a cup.




you didn't do it.



Yes, sir.

I can't rightly understand it myself.



I'm sorryyou don't

care for Mr. Hyde.



- Who told you that, sir?

- Well, you don't, doyou?



He troubles me, sir.



Leave me.



- May I open it, Mr. Poole?

- Verywell. Be quick about it.



What is it, Mary?

Is it bad news?



My mum's passed away.



Mary, you come

and sit down a minute.



We'll makeyou

a nice cup oftea.



This is from her landlord.

Says she owes him money for the rent.



Now, don'tyou worry. Mr. Poole

will speak to the master, won'tyou?



Yes. I'll take up

the breakfast today.



Yes. And then you can see

to things yourself.



I've got my savings.

Nearly eight pounds.



Would that be enough to pay

for a proper funeral?



Why isn't she in her room?



Well, you see,

I've a heavy demand for my rooms.



Long waiting list.



- Where haveyou put her?

- She's quite comfortable.



Very snug really.



Now, the parish will provide

the expenses ofthe burial.



No. I want her to have

a proper funeral. I can pay.



Then let me takeyou to a first-class

undertaker ofmy acquaintance.



Thankyou. I prefer

to make my own arrangements.



And did you say

you were also owed money?



I took the liberty

ofselling off...



her few bits offurniture

and crockery and clothes...



which, I'm very pleased to say,

cleared offher debt completely.



And, let me see...



yes, a shilling over.



A poorwage

for a lifetime's drudgery.



Very true, miss.



This is a vale oftears.



What haveyou done?



You have a wonderful knack for being

in the right place at the right time.



Why areyou about

at this hour ofthe night?



- My mother died.

- Oh, yes, I heard.



Oh, well.

She's not the only one.



Now I'm afraid I must

make good my escape.



I supposeyou'll

never see me again.



- Areyou the housemaid, Mary Reilly?

- Yes.



This way.



- Mary Reilly?

- Yes, sir.



Where haveyou been?



My mother's died, sir.

I had some arrangements to make.



And when did you last see the doctor's

assistant, Mr. Edward Hyde?



Some time ago, sir.



Not in the last    hours?



No, sir.



Another question.



Areyou acquainted

with a friend ofthe doctor's...



a member of Parliament,

Sir Danvers Carew?



What areyou up to?



I don't believe so, sir.



But I understand he was a regular

dinner guest here at the house.



Reilly is the most recently

engaged member ofthe domestic staff.



I don't believe Sir Danvers

has dined here since her arrival.



I see.



Ifyou'll oblige us,

Mr. Poole...



we'd like to search

the doctor's laboratory.



I don't believe there's

anyone out there, sir.



Will you not interfere in matters

which do not concern you?



You'd best ask

the doctoryourself.



May I be ofsome

assistance, gentlemen?



IfI had anywhere else to go,

you wouldn't see me for dust.



The police found nothing here

or in the laboratory.



This place is

goin' to the dogs.



Murder now, ifyou please.



He always gave me the creeps,

that Hyde.



What's to stop him coming back here

and skewering us when we're in our beds?



He won't do that.



You know him well, doyou?



Come on to bed.



Still feel safe here?



I don't know

what I feel anymore.



Well, I'd watch me back

ifI was you.



- Mary?

- Yes, sir?



Would you step in here a moment.

I want to speak toyou.



- Mr. Poole--

- Never mind Mr. Poole.



Put those down.



- You saw him yesterday.

- I did, sir.



- You told the policeyou had not. Why?

- I don't really know, sir.



Doyou know that whatyou've done

has madeyou an accessory to murder?



Not telling the police everything

you know is a criminal offense.



I know that, sir.



My God.

I was at school with him.



He was corrupt and frivolous,

but he didn't deserve that.



And he is an important man,

not easily swept under the carpet.



Not like the others.



What others, sir?



- What others?

- There were others.



Where is he?



Last night he walked in on me

as bold as brass.



He wanted money

to make good his escape.



I made him promise to disappear

and never show his face again.



What is it

you owe this man?



Why areyou prepared to risk everything

trying to protect him?



It's myselfI'm trying to protect.



And as far as what I owe him,

as strange as it may sound...



Edward Hyde has liberated me.



I no longer care

what the world may think ofme.



It is marvelous

how much he loves his life.



And his victims, sir.

Did they not love theirs?



Not as he does.



Not so ravenously.









I trustyou

as I trust no one, Mary.



My life would be

a sad thing ifI--



What is it?



He is impatient.



Therefore, do we

now commit the body...



ofour departed sister

to the ground.



Earth to earth,

ashes to ashes, dust to dust.



I wanted to make

a contribution...



towards the expense

ofthe funeral.



Lookin' well.



And settled in service

in a big house.



- So I've been told.

- Who told you?



- Your mother.

- When?



Oh, I've seen a bit ofher

the past couple ofyears.



She wasn't one

to bear a grudge.



I wasjust thinking...



ifyou and I couldn't get

together again sometime?



The doctor tells me I'm not

likely to live through the winter.



Here. This must've costyou

six months' wages.



You keep it.



Why not? My money's

as good as anyone's.



Haveyou no heart at all?

I'm your father.



Haveyou no feelings for me?



We had our good times,

didn't we?












Did you miss me?



You promised the master

you'd go away.



Easier said than done,

as it turns out.



- What did you do to him?

- Betteryou askwhat he has done to me.



The truth is,

I am your master.



- What doyou mean?

- I mean I am the bandit.



He is merely the cave

in which I shelter.



- Where areyou going?

- To raise the alarm.



Last week, you saved my life.



Nowyou want to send me

to the gallows?



Can you explain?



Can you?



I feel differentlywith you.



Why should that be?



You still the rage.



Where does it come from, sir?

This rage.



How should I know?



It comes in like the tide.



Now areyou beginning

to understand?



Foryears now the doctor has been

suffering from a strange malady.



He experimented with manyways

to keep it at bay.



But it would always return

more acute than ever.



Finally, he distilled two drugs...



tested them, and understood

that he had found the cure...



which took an unexpected form.



What form?






I was the cure.



The first formula

transformed him into me.



The second formula--

which he always refers to...



rather insultingly,

I can't help feeling, as the antidote--



transforms me

back into him.



Lately, I've found a way

to slip his leash.



To become myselfwithout

having to wait for the injection.






Presumably, because

I am the stronger.



Is evil stronger than good?



You tell me.



Please let me go.



I am sorry. I thought

you were planning to stay a while.



But perhaps my sense

ofsmell deceives me.



Where areyou going, Mary?



The master's asked me to bring him

something from the laboratory.



I'll take care ofthat.



- He particularly asked I do it myself.

- I will do it!



You don't know what he wants.

Please don't interfere.



And he's not to be disturbed

for the rest ofthe morning.



- Mary?

- Yes, Mr. Poole?



I wantyou to go

and wait in my parlor.



I have something to say toyou.



Yes, Mr. Poole.



- Poole. Thereyou are.

- Yes, sir, I--



I wantyou to payvery close

attention to what I say.



You must make anothervisit

to Finlay and Sons.



I'm very much afraid

theywon't be--



Will you listen to what I'm saying

beforeyou start raising objections?



Three or four months ago

they prepared this at my instruction.



There must have been some impurity

in the compound because since then...



neither they nor any ofthe other

chemists has been able to reproduce it.



You must ask them

to analyze this precisely...



and then wait on the premises...



until they succeed

in reconstituting it.



Tell them that this is a matter

ofthe greatest urgency.



Life and death.



I will, sir.



Mary, will you come with me?



At least there is someone

in this house I can rely on.



I didn't know ifI could believe

what he was saying.



But it's true, isn't it?



I kept thinking you must know

we were the same man.



How could anyone know such a thing?



How could anyone possibly guess?



I wantyou to do

something for me.



I wantyou to go now

to my laboratory...



and make up a bed.



That is where I'll need to spend

most ofmy time from now on.



- Shall I take this with me?

- No!






He said you have an illness.



What kind ofan illness?



You might call it

a fracture in my soul.



Something which...



left me with a taste

for oblivion.



You should've seen him.



Shuffling across the courtyard.



Hanging onto that drawer like he thought

someone wanted to take it offhim.



Poor Mr. Poole,

run offhis feet.



And he's not looking

verywell on it either.



I'm afraid the master's

been put out ofpatience.



As I feared, his new consignment

ofmedicine is not at all satisfactory.



There are a number ofbroken bottles

in the operating theater.



I'll go and clear it up,

Mr. Poole.



Never mind.

Leave it till the morning.



Best to get it done now.






Is thatyou?



Who is that?



What stops me from killing you?



I always knewyou'd be

the death ofus.



He took pity on me.



Seems he took pity

on me as well.



He mixed something

with the antidote.



A poison.



Another cruel trick to take his life

and leaveyou behind to suffer.



It was the onlyway

he could devise to setyou free.



It was inevitable

from the moment...



I found how to achieve

what I'd always wanted;



to be the knife

as well as the wound.



Would you have

ever forgiven me?



I wanted the night, you see.



And here it is.



You said...



you didn't care what

the world thought ofyou.



Norwill I.


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