Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde Page #5

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...and the show is grand.

It's just where all the toffs go.

- No, I don't think so, Marcia.

- Why not?

I just don't feel like it. That's all.

You ain't afraid to go, are you?

Afraid?

- Why should I be afraid?

- Oh, I don't know.

I just thought...

Well, I ain't afraid of nobody.

But you ain't been out

for ever so long, have you?

- No, but...

- He ain't your lord and master, is he?

I should say he ain't.

Or is it because you ain't

got a nice enough dress?

Of course I have.

What are you standing there for, then?

Go and put it on.

All right.

What's that across your back?

What? There's nothing.

Did he do that to you?

- Let me see.

- No. No.

It ain't nothing.

- I just...

- So that's your fine friend, is it?

The dirty, filthy brute!

If ever a man dared lay a hand

to me like that, I'd...

Well...

Aren't you going to introduce

me to our charming visitor?

It's Marcia.

This is my friend, Mr. Hyde.

You've heard me speak

about him, haven't you?

Oh, yes, Marcia.

I've heard a great deal about you.

I've never been interested.

Until now.

I've got to be toddling along now.

- Toodle-loo, Ivy.

- Oh, no, no.

Don't go now, Marcia.

After all, this could be very interesting,

the three of us in friendly discussion.

I can't keep my friend waiting.

- I'll be dropping by, Ivy.

- Yes, yes, yes.

Drop by sometime when I'm here,

Marcia.

Your ideas differ from mine.

It would be a charming

experience to change them.

Ivy found it that way.

Didn't we, dear?

Nice material.

Goodbye.

Very nice material.

Marcia's a very pretty girl, isn't she?

Oui. Yes, sir.

That's what frightens you, isn't it?

Why...

...no, sir, I...

You're afraid I'll become

interested in Marcia.

Why...

...well, if you...

If you want to...

What?!

What?!

You're not very clear.

Well, sir, I...

Oh. Oh, you poor child.

I'm such a tease, aren't I?

Such a tease.

Yes, sir.

What a lucky man I am

to be loved this way.

But supposing I did have

to leave you for a while?

Leave, sir? When?

I'm not saying when,

I said "suppose. "

Well...

Supposing I had to take a trip

from time to time?

You...

You mean... soon?

Well, now, I don't know.

Oh, you mustn't look so worried.

It won't be for a long, long time.

Oh, I see.

So we won't think

about it now, will we?

No, sir.

When I do go, it will break

your heart, won't it?

Yes, sir.

Well...

What would my little cherub

like to do this evening?

Oh, sir, could we go out?

Out? You mean gad about a bit,

see the sights?

Yes, sir. Oh, you'd like it,

wouldn't you, sir?

Well, now, I don't know. I don't know.

That might be very charming.

Where would we go?

Oh, they say that the Empire

and such places...

They do? Who does?

Well, Marcia, sir.

She says it's ever so gay.

- Oh, really?

- Yes.

We can go, can't we?

They say that the bill

is ever so good.

And I haven't been out for so long.

No. No, that's right.

You haven't, have you?

You do look a little pale.

Yes. Yes, that's true. Not that

I am complaining, you understand...

Oh, no. Oh, no, no. I understand.

You're just nervous and jumpy, that's all.

- Yes, sir.

- Yes, yes.

You have that cooped-up feeling.

Yes. You do understand, don't you?

- Yes, yes.

- Well, then...

Well, now, where would we go?

We might go to Albert Hall.

Yes. And hear a symphony.

Albert Hall, sir?

Well, I sort of hoped that...

What makes you say...?

So you'd like to go out, huh?

Yes, sir.

I'll go and put my things on.

Don't hurry.

Because we're not going.

Sir?

The bill is ever so good right here.

Now, let's see, what shall we do?

We could play cards.

But you're probably tired

of cards, aren't you?

You might read to me.

Yes.

Yes.

Milton's Paradise Lost would be nice.

But we haven't the book, have we?

And I don't suppose you know it

from memory, do you?

I know.

I know what we like.

You must sing for me.

No. Oh, no, not that.

- Why not?

- Not that.

Not in good voice?

- It isn't that, sir, but...

- But it's such a pretty song.

- Please, not tonight.

- Yes. Sing it gaily.

- I can't! Truly, I can't!

- Sing it with deep compassion then.

Or loving kindness even.

- Sing it moodily, sing it with...

- I can't!

You hear me? Sing it! Sing it!

Smile when you sing! Be happy! Be gay!

That's it!

That's it! That's it! That's it!

That's it!

Bravo! A prima donna is born!

Let's shower her with orchids!

The world is yours, my darling.

The moment is mine.

And I says to the wife, I says:

"Look here, my girl,

if you think the world is... "

Good morning, sir.

How about a nice hot cup of tea, sir?

No. No, thanks, Poole.

Would you consider a telegram

from foreign parts, sir?

And a nice cup of tea as well, sir, huh?

I know it's good news.

Hobson told me last night that they

were expected home today, sir.

This is a great day for us,

if you'll forgive me saying so.

Soon be back to our regular meals,

regular hours, regular ways, sir.

- Your breakfast will be ready soon, sir.

- Poole.

Put on your hat and coat and take an

envelope to the messenger office...

...to be delivered by hand.

- Very good, sir.

Ivy. Ivy, dear, it's me.

- Oh, Marcia. Hello.

- Hello, Ivy.

I didn't hear you. Hello, Fred.

Hello, Ivy.

Get yourself a drink, Fred.

- I'll make some tea.

- We don't want anything.

Yes, but...

Don't bother about us, Ivy, dear.

- Oh, Marcia!

- Oh.

For Miss Ivy Peterson.

Thanks, governor.

Look.

Fifty pounds.

There ain't no letter.

You don't suppose it's from him?

He must have sent it for what he's done.

No, not him. He's too mean, he is.

Oh, I don't know.

I wouldn't put it past him.

Yes.

Yes, that's it.

Hopes I'll use it to try and run away.

Oh, I can see him thinking it up, I can.

And then, then he'll follow me.

And just when I think that

I've got free, he'll...

I can't stand it anymore.

I can't stand it.

Oh, if I could only do it...

...I'd go down to the river.

Oh, Ivy.

It's her nerves, that's what.

She ought to see a doctor.

There's a copy of the Winged Victory.

The real one's in the Louvre in Paris.

I know because I saw it there.

What's the sense of being victorious

if you haven't a head?

What's the sense of my taking a trip,

acquiring art and culture...

...if you're not going to pay attention?

You're back here.

That's the only victory that counts.

That's why I was deluged

with all those letters.

- Bea, now look...

- Oh, I know.

But if I ever go away again and you

don't write just because you're ill...

Oh, don't you see how much more

worried that would make me?

It all amounts to this.

February is a long way away, and your

father will simply have to listen...

If you don't stop looking at me like that,

I won't be responsible for what happens.

- Aren't public places awful sometimes?

- Awful.

- May I interrupt this loud conversation?

- Oh, here you are.

Sir Charles, glad to see you.

Sorry you weren't in. You look fine.

It's nice to be back.

You're looking well yourself.

Sorry to be late, my dear.

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