Abbott and Costello Meet Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

And whose pocket are

you picking? I'm sorry.

I thought maybe the monster

had struck again.

It would be an easy thing for him

to do with me sleeping in the park.

The monster murders

time and again...

and never a trace of him

have they found.

I know. They don't know

whether he's a man or an animal.

Might even be a woman.

It's possible, you know.

Of course I know. My

wife's a monster to me.

She's joined them

suffragettes.

Do you believe in women voting?

No, I can't say that I do.

Ladies, gentlemen.

Listen to the story

of the neglected, abused...

and unappreciated women

of today.

You got bats

in your belfry.

Hire a hall. Why don't you join the Army?

Yeah, if you want to vote like

men, why don't you fight like men?

I'll show you rabble

that women can fight!

Go home and fight

your old man.

Come closer, everyone. Listen to

the story of downtrodden women.

Equal rights

for the women

We're practically brimmin' over

with our fight to get the vote

Equal rights for the women

no herin' and himin'

Not until we women

get the vote

You seem to think

we're silly geese

Willy-nilly-silly geese

Do you want war?

Do you want peace?

Listen, dearie,

here's the ultimatum

No more hugs,

no more kisses

The mister will miss his kisses

till we women get the vote

No more winks,

no more flirtin'

No matter how hard it's hurtin'

till we women get the vote

You great big men

out-muscle us

But you can't

out-tussle us

Our defenses will tighten

we'll keep right on fightin'

For equal rights

For the women

equal rights

Now, will all of you be kind

enough to sign our petitions...

and help us

get the right to vote?

Who'll be the first to sign?

How about you, sir?

Will you sign?

Right on the dotted line.

Bruce Adams.

Employed by the Daily

Reporter, Fleet Street.

Office hours,

8:
00 a. m. to 6:00 p. m.

Home address:

600, Soto Street, Apartment B.

Thank you. We'll mail you

all our literature.

Which address do you prefer?

Yours.

Otherwise, how can I mail you what I

write about your suffragette movement?

Are you sure it's the cause

you're interested in?

Naturally. 'Course I must admit that

an interview in a little quieter spot...

might make things

clearer for me.

You and your yowling females, go

back to the kitchen where you belong.

Wait a minute, fellow, you

can't talk to a lady like that.

Try and shut me up.

Stop this fighting!

Go on, hold your jaw.

Hold your own jaw!

Come on, men, let's send

them back to the kitchen.

Come on, ladies!

Stop this fight!

Hey!

Stop this fight,

there's ladies present!

Stop this fighting,

I tell you. Stop this...

Now, listen, lady, that

wasn't cricket. And I don't...

I'll have no more

of this clowning around now.

I'm getting sick...

Slim.

Slim!

Stop this fight!

Look out, here come

some more bobbies!

Tubby!

Tubby!

Now just a minute. You're under

arrest for resisting an officer.

I'm under arrest?

Yeah.

Hey!

Why you...

We are not criminals. I demand

that you release us at once.

She demands

that we release her.

Who is going to release us?

You're bailed out, everybody. Thank you.

You, too.

And someday, women will be able to

take their rightful place in business...

the sciences,

and the professions.

Now is there anything

I haven't told you? Yes.

Are you married?

Hey, miss, you're bailed out.

I wonder who put up the money.

I don't know.

But whoever it was,

I hate him.

I was beginning to enjoy

it in here. I'm sorry.

You, too.

Not you, or you.

Thank you.

Vicky.

What about us?

That's a good question.

I think I asked him a silly

question. And you got a silly answer.

Vicky.

Henry.

It was you

who put up the bond.

I couldn't allow my favorite ward

and her friends to languish in prison.

Not being a member of the suffragettes,

I think I ought to pay my share.

That's not necessary.

Why you had the money all the time.

You could've gotten out yourself.

And miss all the fun

of being with you?

I don't think I've met your

friend, Vicky. I'm sorry.

This is Bruce Adams,

Dr. Jekyll.

Dr. Jekyll.

How do you do?

Bruce works

on the Daily Reporter.

I think I've talked him into

writing a very good story...

about our

suffragette movement.

That should be most interesting

reading. Good day, sir.

I've no more appointments

today, Vicky.

I thought we could

take a drive and have dinner.

I'm sorry. I can't, Henry.

We're having an early show

at the Music Hall tonight.

Oh, dear. Well, at least there'll

be time for a short drive.

My coachman can drop me at the house

and then take you on to the Music Hall.

That would be nice.

Dr. Jekyll, you wouldn't be

going toward the West End?

As a matter of fact, I was... Then

you won't mind dropping me off.

Thank you.

I hope I'm not crowding you.

Not at all.

It's very comfortable.

Home, Watkins.

Yes, sir.

Giddap.

This is what I get for putting

two Americans on the force...

so they can learn

our police methods.

Bring them in.

Yes, sir.

You're finished, Tubby, through.

You've perpetrated your last farce.

You're a disgrace to the

department. You're right, Inspector.

We can't have men like him

on our police force, can we?

Attention!

You can say, since it's the woman who

makes the home, raises the family...

and is the nursemaid, housemaid,

and general handyman...

she should be entitled

to equal rights.

Do you conduct the

Woman's Page in your paper?

No, sir. But this story

has an attraction for me.

I report crime news, such as

the murder early this morning.

Murder? How dreadful.

I must get a copy

of your paper.

Well, the victim was a colleague

of yours, I believe, a Dr. Poole?

Poole? I don't think

I know him.

Isn't that the man Dr. Lanson

brought to the house one evening?

Darling, Lanson's always

bringing somebody to the house.

He has to have somebody to bolster

up his arguments against my theories.

Dr. Jekyll, as one of our most

prominent medical research scientists...

can you explain why men commit

acts of violence, such as murder?

That's one of the theories Henry

and Dr. Lanson don't agree on.

Lanson agrees with me,

all right.

But unlike me, he's

afraid of public opinion.

On the other hand,

I'm convinced...

someday, scientists

will probe the mind of man.

Then you believe these acts of

violence stem from a disordered brain?

I believe that every human being

has two sides to his nature...

the good and the evil.

When the evil predominates, it brings

out the animal instinct in man...

the desire to get what you want,

even if you have to kill to get it.

Of course, some people are born with that

animal instinct under complete control.

But, it's the less fortunate

that I want to help.

If I can find some way

to curb that instinct...

to tame it, so that it's

always under control...

then perhaps we can eliminate

bloodshed, violence, even war...

and have peace on earth

and goodwill towards men.

I see.

Have you experimented?

No, of course not.

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