Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde Page #2

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...but how does that affect the soul?

I think he was shocked

from normal good into complete evil.

When I say he was a good man...

...I don't mean he hadn't had

a bad thought.

Or that he hadn't committed ordinary

transgressions against society.

But, after all, that's the problem

of civilized man's soul, isn't it?

That good and evil are constantly

fighting one another?

There's a higher source from which

good can find aid in its fight.

I realize that, but...

The colonel and I have always felt that

a person can be good if they wish to be.

- And, well, otherwise if they don't.

- Jekyll, I simply must get this straight.

Well, let me put it this way:

Good and evil are so close as to be

chained together in the soul.

Suppose we could break that chain,

separate those two selves...

...free the good in man, and let it go to

its higher destiny and segregate the bad.

But aren't you a bit presumptuous

in assuming that there's evil in all men?

But isn't that true? Wouldn't we be

hypocrites if we didn't admit that?

We've all had thoughts that we didn't

want published or shouted out loud.

And we certainly have had desires

that are not confined to a drawing room.

Why, as Christians, we admit

that man is created weak.

That's a perfectly honest problem.

Why don't we face it?

Suppose we believe that man's soul

has not yet reached its fulfillment.

Is it wise...? Is it right to tamper

with the problem...

...until the Creator himself has solved it

in his own mysterious way?

- Sir, I...

- Really, this is very disturbing.

Such theories come dangerously

close to...

I hesitate to think what the medical

council would say...

Dr. Courtland, advanced theories

are always a sore point...

...with the medical council.

Or even with the queen's physician,

if there's a comfortable profit...

...in those already established.

- Jekyll!

If you ask my opinion, young man,

this is pure balderdash.

- Ladies.

- I meant to ask:

Has anyone read that poem

by this new chap Oscar Wilde?

- Getting old, I suppose.

- Well, it's pretty late.

- We ought to...

- No. Come in and have a nightcap, John.

The rest of the company won't be bored.

Well, thank you, sir.

Look.

It's the waltz that he and Mama

first danced together.

May I have this dance, Miss Beatrix?

Pleasure, Dr. Jekyll.

- Bea, darling.

- Harry.

I love you so very much, Bea.

Oh, Harry.

Tonight at dinner, I understood what you

said about the good and evil in people...

...and how it's that way in all of us.

But...

Well, why isn't...?

Why isn't the way you and I

feel about each other?

I mean, there's nothing evil

in that, is there?

- Do you think there is?

- No. No, Harry.

- Bea, we're in love, aren't we?

- Yes, we're very much in love.

That's all the difference.

Oh, my dear, John is looking

for a piece of music...

... The Banks of Loch Lomond,

will you help him find it?

- Yes, Father.

- Thank you.

Harry...

I'm not one to brood, but you must have

noticed my concern in the carriage.

I just thought that...

That flight of fancy you put forth

at dinner, I must confess, it startled me.

Although I'm broad-minded myself,

it was a bit shocking too.

I'm sorry to hear you say that, sir,

because it was not a flight of fancy.

- You mean, you were in earnest?

- Profoundly, sir. As a matter of fact...

...I hope to spend all of my time...

- This is distressing.

Why?

In my opinion,

the whole thing's harebrained.

Well, I'm sorry to hear you

say that, sir. L...

You're a coming man in your profession.

I'm very proud of you.

But these ridiculous experiments

won't get you anywhere.

You must give them up.

Develop your practice...

...cultivate the circle in which

you and Beatrix shall move.

Harry, my boy, I've always wanted

a son, and now you're going to be that.

Now, I've had my say. Let's have

your nightcap. It's getting late.

And by the way, I've taken a box

for the opening concert at Albert Hall.

You'll join us, of course.

- So you and the old boy cross swords?

- Yes.

Seems I must discontinue my research,

spend my life diagnosing measles...

...mumps, and whooping cough

or encounter his serious disapproval.

Even I was surprised when you took a

Marley dinner party into your confidence.

You need not agree with me,

I just have a decision to make.

Harry, you and I

have been friends for years.

I can't agree with you, but that doesn't

make a difference to our friendship.

Let's drop into the club.

It'll do you good.

Well, I'll walk that far with you.

Let me go! You thug! Let me go!

Help me! Help me!

Let him go. Let him go.

- You get a cab. I'll see what's happened.

- Yes.

A girl can't walk out with a chap.

Who does he think he is?

- The big...

- Did he hurt you?

Lt'll take more than a bloke

like that to...

Why, I bet I look ever so untidy.

You sure you're not hurt?

Why, I...

I don't think so.

- What is it? Your ankle?

- Yeah. It's twisted.

Do you mind?

No, not at all.

- After all, an ankle can be very painful.

- You are ever so kind.

Me side too. He hit me.

Well, I should have caught him.

No, no.

I'm...

I mean, I'm so glad you stopped.

If you take my meaning.

My friend is getting a cab.

Perhaps we could drop you somewhere.

- You're ever so kind.

- Shall we try it now?

There. That's a girl.

Gentlemen like you shouldn't be

bothering yourself about me.

Now, what sort of a gentleman

doesn't like to help a pretty girl?

Now.

And me with me hat all over me head.

So he asks me if he can

walk me home, he does.

Well, I turns around

to him, and I says, "Yes. "

When a girl is out late, it's nice to have

a bit of company to see her home.

Naturally.

Well, I know what's what.

You have to if you are a barmaid.

I like a bit of fun, as the saying goes...

...but when a bloke grabs you

with nasty notions in his head...

...it's time to put your foot down.

I'm...

I'm sorry to bother you gentlemen.

Well, here we are.

- It hurts more now.

- Does it?

- Can I give a hand, Harry?

- No, I think I can manage.

I'm so sorry.

- Night.

- Night.

Here?

The light's by the door,

if you have a match.

Right.

You better let down your blouse.

Why?

Well, you want me to have

a look at you, don't you?

I don't know.

You are looking, ain't you?

Well, how about your side?

Do you want to look at my side?

Well, don't you want me to?

You aren't half a fast one, aren't you?

I forgot to mention,

my friend and I are physicians.

Physi... Physicians?

Doctors.

Doctors?

Oh, go on!

I thought you were a couple of toffs.

No, no. Haven't the leisure.

Oh, dear me.

And here I thought...

- I'm glad to see you're not really hurt.

- But I am, doctor.

- Really.

- Maybe I better send you to the hospital?

No.

Look. Here. Feel.

- Feel.

- Where? Here?

Just as I thought:

Cirrhosis pectoris.

What's that mean?

That means your eyes

are twin pools of desire.

Oh, doctor.

That's nice.

The things you do say.

That doesn't hurt anymore, huh?

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