Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde Page #2

-I won't forgive--

If you hadn't pouted,

you wouldn't have looked so pretty.

Do you talk this way to your patients?

If you hadn't looked so pretty,

I might have postponed....

-Pardon me.

-Not another word.

Well?

I might have postponed telling you

that I love you so much...

and I don't want to wait any longer.

I want you to marry me now.

Darling, I want to with all my heart.

You know I do.

But Father's so difficult.

I don't want to marry your father.

I don't mind

having a difficult father-in-law.

You'll be worth it, my darling.

I don't think you love me seriously.

I love you better than that.

I love you gaily, happily, high-heartedly.

I love you so much

that I could laugh and sing and....

I shouldn't spoil it by trying to sing.

My darling, I shall persuade your father

to let us marry now.

I can't wait any longer.

We shall go to Devon for our honeymoon

and live on love and strawberries...

and the sight of the sea.

-And moonlight.

-Endless moonlight.

I do love you seriously.

So seriously that it frightens me.

You've opened a gate for me

into another world.

Before that, my work was everything.

I was drawn to the mysteries of science,

to the unknown.

But now, the unknown wears your face...

Iooks back at me with your eyes.

Darling, I wish this moment

would last forever.

You can make it last, dear. I love you.

Be near me always.

Always you and l.

Apart from the world.

I love you, darling.

I love you.

Then who shall ever separate us?

-My sweet friend.

-My love.

You ought to wear

squeaky shoes, Hobson.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

The General asks you

to come into the house, miss.

-Your guests are inquiring about you.

-Coming, Hobson.

-Glad you came.

-Good night, Muriel.

-You looked perfectly lovely tonight.

-Thank you.

-Good-bye, my dear.

-Good night, General.

I don't know

when I've enjoyed myself so much.

-I'll see you at tea tomorrow, dear.

-Yes. I won't forget, Lady Dakin.

-Good night.

-Good night.

Jekyll, my boy. Waiting to see me?

I beg your pardon, sir,

but you would make us very happy...

if you'd set an earlier date

for our wedding.

I've already announced to you...

that you would be married

on the anniversary of my own wedding.

-That's eight months from now, sir.

-What of it?

We've already been engaged

two months, sir.

We see no reason to--

I presume I have some rights

in the matter.

-Quite right. That's why we're asking you.

-Why this impatience?

It isn't done.

I'm sorry, sir, but I cannot regard that

as a serious objection.

Do you hear this, Lanyon?

Is this another evidence

of your eccentricity?

If it is eccentric to be impatient

in love, sir, I am.

This is positively indecent.

Father, do you think it fair

to keep us apart for so long?

-I waited five years for your mother.

-You have a sturdy temperament, General.

Yes, I pride myself on it.

Please don't make me wait that long

for Muriel.

Now, my boy, you must leave

these matters to me.

There's such a thing

as decent observance, you know.

-Good night.

-Good night, sir.

-Good night, Lanyon.

-Good night, sir.

Au revoir, my sweet.

Come, Lanyon.

-Good night, Muriel.

-Good night.

-I'm afraid you offended the General.

-Offended him?

It's a pity I didn't strangle the old walrus.

Did you hear him? "Wait!"

What the devil does one wait for?

I hope the responsibilities of marriage

will sober you up.

I'm not marrying to be sober.

I'm marrying to be drunk.

-Drunk with love and life and experiments.

-Your experiments are absurd.

You have no interest in science at all.

You have no dreams, no curiosities.

There are bounds beyond which

one should not go.

Yes. It isn't done, I suppose.

I tell you, there are no bounds, Lanyon.

Look at that gas lamp.

But for some man's curiosity,

we shouldn't have had it.

London would still be lighted by linkboys.

And wait. One day,

London will glow with incandescence...

and will be so beautiful

that even you will be moved by it.

I find London quite satisfactory as it is...

and I'm not interested

in your shortcuts and your byways.

But it's in the byways

that the secrets and wonders lie:

In science and in life.

Look at the....

Fine, you big brute, hit me!

I'll put the police on you!

Are you badly hurt?

Where does this girl live?

First door on the left

at the top of the stairs.

Bring her up here.

Make way for the governor.

Have you got her, governor?

-Right up here?

-Yes. Look out for her head.

Shut up, you lot!

What was this all about?

-One of lvy Pearson's callers--

-I can tell you--

Now shut up! One of lvy....

That swine. Hit me, will he?

He'll wish he hadn't!

I ain't afraid of him, I ain't.

Blast his dirty mug!

He's killed me, that's what he's done.

He's broken me jaw and me knee, too.

I'll get him for this!

Look where he kicked me.

It's only a bruise.

It will be quite well in a few days.

Either way, you mustn't wear

so tight a garter. It's bad for you.

It impedes the circulation.

It's awful kind of you to look after me.

Anybody can see now

that you're a real gent, you are.

Now you're the kind

a woman would do something for.

-What is it?

-He's hit me here, too, the blighter.

He's broken me rib. That's what he's done.

I'm going to faint.

You're not seriously hurt.

A bit of rest

would do you no harm, though.

You think I ought to go to bed?

I know of no better place for a rest.

All right. You turn your eyes away now.

How is the pain now?

I say!

Lanyon.

Coming.

I'm a doctor, you know,

and I'll call that kiss my fee.

Well?

Come back soon, won't you?

-Sorry. I'm afraid I can't.

-Yes, you can.

Soon.

-Good night.

-Come back.

Come back soon, won't you?

Yes, you can.

Soon, come back....

-I thought your conduct quite disgusting.

-Conduct? Why, a pretty girl kissed me.

Should I have called the constable?

-Even suppose I'd liked it.

-What?

Yes. That's not a matter of conduct,

but of elementary instinct.

You ought to control those instincts.

Are you pretending

that you either can or do?

We may control our actions,

but not our impulses.

Perhaps you've forgotten

you're engaged to Muriel.

Forgotten it?

Can a man dying of thirst forget water?

Did you know what would happen

to that thirst if it were denied water?

If I understand you correctly,

you sound almost indecent.

What names you give things.

Why aren't you frank enough to admit

that other indecent self in you?

No. You prefer to hide it,

pretend it isn't there.

-You have to accept certain things.

-I don't want to accept.

I want to be clean, not only in my conduct,

but in my innermost thoughts and desires.

-There's only one way to do it.

-How?

-Separate the two natures in us.

-That absurd theory of yours.

I tell you, it's unscientific

not to admit the possibility of anything.

You're mad.

Mad, Lanyon? We'll see.

Come in.

What is it, Poole?

Begging your pardon for the intrusion, sir,

but did you sleep last night, sir?

Don't worry about me.

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