Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde Page #4

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that they were expected.

Bad news, sir?

Miss Beatrix and her father

are going to Aix-les-Bains.

Oh, I'm sorry, sir.

Sir Charles' health, no doubt?

Yes, yes.

Yes, Sir Charles' health, no doubt.

If you'll forgive me, sir,

it upsets me to see you like this.

It isn't right.

All work, as the saying goes, sir.

They say there's a very interesting

musical show at the Vanity Fair, sir.

Very comical, you know, sir.

And very daring,

if you follow my meaning, sir.

Yeah, I follow your meaning, Poole.

But I don't think it would be wise,

even though it is comical.

Quite so, sir.

- I'll fetch you another glass, sir.

- Oh, never mind, Poole.

Thanks for the pay, sir.

Hey, hey, hey!

Here. What's the idea, governor?

Oh, I beg your pardon, sir.

Yes, sir?

Box F, sir. Right this way.

Now, all together, boys.

Two pints.

Oh, oh.

A tip. A tip, of course.

Seven shillings, sir? Why...

- Why not? You work hard, don't you?

- Yes, sir. Bless you, sir.

- You have a family, no doubt.

- Yes. Yes, sir. Thank you.

- Did you hurt yourself?

- What the...?

Oh, what a pity.

You were thinking of the children,

no doubt?

Now, have that barmaid

bring me some champagne.

- Ivy ain't allowed to leave the bar.

- I don't think you understood me.

- What's all this here?

- This gent here wants champagne, sir.

Champagne?

All right, then, bring it, bring it.

- But he wants Ivy to serve it.

- Of course Ivy will serve it. Go on.

Look lively.

A gent in box F wants you to serve him,

and Old Prouty says you're to do it.

Oh, he does?

I'll tell him it ain't my business.

But he wants a bottle of the boil.

Oh, bubbly. Why didn't you say so?

Hey, Ivy, me love, how about some

fish and chips after the show?

How about a dozen oysters

and a pint of stout?

What about a glass of champagne?

- Oh, hello, Marcia.

- Hello, Ivy.

Watch out, Ivy.

How's about it, Ivy?

Over there, Ivy.

Ain't she a bit of horseflesh?

Well, that'll...

That'll be half a quid, sir.

Half a quid?

Yes, sir.

Half a quid.

Here.

Here's a sovereign, my dear.

Keep the change.

Thank you, sir.

Oh, but you're not going?

Oh, no. No.

After all, you brought two glasses.

Two minds with but a single thought.

My, what a nice beginning.

Sit down there.

Sit right down.

Well, I...

Well, I'll just take a sip.

- Of course, I shouldn't stay too long.

- Oh, nonsense. Nonsense.

You can stay as long as you like.

After all, we have all evening,

haven't we?

Of course we have. Here.

There.

Oh, I like your singing.

Yes. You must sing again

for me sometime.

Where did you get such a pretty voice?

Well, I don't know.

I just...

Perhaps it's the pretty place

it comes from?

- Well...

- Very lovely, where it comes from.

- Well, here's health so good luck.

- I make my own luck, my dear.

Yes, and tonight I follow the rainbow.

Oh, you don't half talk, do you?

Perhaps we could follow it together?

- I'll follow it right home, mister.

- To that rattrap?

- Hey, what are you calling names?

- I think you deserve something better.

How do you know where I live?

Well, I can imagine.

Surely your wages here

don't earn you a place in Barkley Square.

Well, I think I'll be off.

Why? I don't confuse you, do I, Ivy?

I believe I do confuse you, don't I?

I ain't confused by nobody.

Let go. Do you hear?

Let go.

Let go, you hear?

- What's he doing, Ivy?

- Oh, you let go too!

Watch out, Ivy love.

- Here, here. What's this all about?

- It's him. He insulted her.

- He's lying, I tell you!

- He tried to break her arm.

- He did, did he?

- Yes, yes. Tried to break her arm.

You will? You want another one?

No! No! Stop it! Stop it!

I'll stop it, sir.

Hey, boys! Now, boys!

Boys, will you...?

I can't understand what happened.

Never a rumpus here.

Most orderly.

It's that girl, Ivy, that barmaid.

Pretty girls always cause trouble.

- I'd throw her out if I were you.

- What? Lvy? I can't do that to Ivy.

A great man can always

change his mind...

...for a reason.

Yes, sir. Why, certainly, sir. Yes, sir.

A troublemaker, that's what she is.

Out she goes.

Yes, but now,

while the evening is still young.

- Yes, sir. Certainly, sir.

- Yes, certainly.

What happened? I've done nothing.

Just minding my own business.

- That's my decision, my girl.

- Stop pushing!

- Don't hang about here.

- Who's hanging about?

- Go on. Don't argue the point.

- Oh, good riddance.

What's happened in there?

- Is there some trouble, Ivy?

- Trouble? I was sacked, that's what!

How fortunate I'm here.

I'd like to help you.

Let me back in there so I can bash him

on the nose, that's all!

Quite the little Tartar, aren't you?

Always ready to flare up. Oh, I like that.

Here, here. This is just to prove

that I want to help you.

The rainbow is wide and long, Ivy.

- Oh, now wait. I better get home.

- No, no, no.

Ivy, my darling,

you belong with the immortals.

Come with me to Mount Olympus.

Drink nectar with the gods.

Sing the ancient songs of pleasure.

And put Athena and Diana to shame.

Oh, you aren't half of one

with the words, aren't you?

And don't be frightened

of me, will you, Ivy?

When a botanist finds a rare flower,

he shouts his triumph, doesn't he?

Are you one of them?

You like a man who sees a girl

and makes up his mind, don't you?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Oh, she doesn't know

what I'm talking about.

- Please, sir.

- But you'll find out, won't you?

- Please.

- You'll find out what it means.

Please, sir.

The London Post, Sir Charles.

Oh, thank you.

And one for you, mademoiselle.

What does Harry have to say

this morning, my dear?

I said, what does Harry say

this morning?

Oh, nothing much.

I'll wager my gout hurts him

more than it does me.

Does he send any news I can hear?

Oh, he just says that he walked

through the East End recently.

"I have never seen such deplorable

housing conditions.

Surely the city fathers

should find the funds to... "

Well, then he just goes on to say

about the housing conditions.

They must be pretty dreadful.

He's quite right. They're disgraceful.

I was saying at the club before I left.

Now, there's a problem

Harry could get his teeth into.

He's just the man to...

Here, here, my dear. What's wrong?

Nothing.

I suppose I'm just not very interested...

...in housing conditions at the moment.

You mean because a man doesn't cover

the pages with sentiment? Nonsense.

A woman must learn to read

between the lines, my dear.

Yes, I like the tone of that letter.

And what's more, my dear, I think

my gout is getting very much better.

- Oh, hello, Marcia.

- Are you here alone?

Yes, yes. I just made some tea.

Come and have a cup.

Not me, nor you either. We ain't got

time. Get dressed, we're going out.

Freddie's got a brother from Oxford.

They want another girl to make it

a quartet.

He's a bit of all right too.

And we're going to the Empire.

- The Empire?

- Yes. Oh, it's ever so gay there, Ivy...

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