Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde Page #3

Yes, sir, but you had only a cup of tea

for breakfast for three days. Your health!

Now, Poole, you didn't come here

to inquire after my health, did you?

One of General Carew's servants

brought this, sir.

Miss Muriel is scolding me

for having missed her dinner last night.

Go and tell her that I shall come

to dinner tomorrow night.

Very good, sir.

Marry me now. I cannot wait any Ionger.

Positively indecent.

Look where he kicked me.

Your conduct was disgusting.

It isn 't done!

Pity I didn 't strangle him. Strangle him!

Indecent!

Can a man dying of thirst forget water?

Disgusting.

You're mad.

Come back soon, won 't you?

Come back.

Free!

Free at last!

Mad, Lanyon? Carew?

You hypocrites, deniers of life.

If you could see me now...

what would you think?

-Who is it?

-Who is there?

Dr. Jekyll, sir.

Is that you?

Do you hear me, sir?

Please let me in, sir!

I beg your pardon, sir.

I thought I heard a strange voice.

That's quite all right.

There was someone here. A friend of mine.

His name is Hyde. Mr. Hyde.

He's just gone out the back door.

Marry me now, my darling.

You don't know how much I need you.

I want to with all my heart, but Father....

-I'll speak to him. I'll convince him.

-No. Let me talk to him.

I'll try to change his mind

while we're away.

-Away?

-Yes.

Darling, I've dreaded telling you...

but Father's taking me to Bath tomorrow.

He has no right to take you away from me.

Why must we put up with this?

-You want to marry me?

-With all my heart.

We'll marry without his consent.

Say you will, my darling.

We'll go to Paris for our honeymoon.

We'll be so gloriously happy...

that even the French will be jealous of us.

I'm so thrilled and tempted,

but I don't want to hurt my father.

It's only a little hurt to his vanity.

You'll do me a greater hurt if you refuse.

Do be patient, just a little while.

I'm sure I can persuade him

while we're gone.

-But, Muriel--

-Darling, don't you love me enough...

to wait a little while?

Of course I love you enough, dear.

And I'll wait.

And wait.

Come in.

A letter from Bath, sir.

Miss Muriel won't be home

for another month.

-Can't even go to see her.

-I'm sorry to hear it, sir.

-Another month.

-I beg your pardon, sir...

but may I suggest

that you ought to amuse yourself.

Amuse myself?

What do you suggest, Poole?

You ought to go out, sir.

London offers many amusements

for a gentleman like you, sir.

Yes, but a gentleman like me

daren't take advantage of them.

Gentlemen like me must be very careful

of what they do and say.

-That's all.

-Yes, sir.

Here! What are you after down there?

I was calling on the young lady

who occupies the little nest.

If it's lvy Pearson you mean, she ain't in.

Do you know where I can find her?

If I was wanting her,

I'd try the Variety Music Hall.

I thank you!

You get out!

What do you take me for? Get out!

-Stay out!

-I didn't do nothing.

Bottle of champagne and be quick about it.

-What are you staring at?

-Nothing, sir.

What are you waiting for? A tip? Get out!

Blighter.

-I'm sorry, sir.

-You swine!

He's a rum one.

Let's have a drink.

I will.

You're a bit of something

to look at and listen to, dearie.

Not half bad, so they say.

-You ain't conceited, are you?

-I has me points.

-Charlie!

-Blimey, there's lrv. I'll be back.

Hey, you!

Tell that wenching brat to come over

and have a bottle of wine with me.

-Yes, sir.

-That's right.

The gent there wants you

to have wine with him.

He does, does he? What of it?

Come if you know what's good for you.

He ain't one to be trifled with.

Strike me pink. You interest me.

I'll take a chance.

-Where is he?

-I'll take you to him.

This is indeed a great honor.

I noticed you as you came in, my dear.

"There," I said to myself...

"is too pretty a girl to waste

on such a companion."

But you are pretty.

And what a figure, my dear.

A glass of champagne. To you, my dear.

To your beauty.

-I must be going now.

-Going. Where?

-Home.

-You call that home?

-That pigsty of yours in Diadem Court.

-Sty, is it? You come off that.

I like you when your temper's up, my dear.

How do you know where I live?

I saw you on the street and followed you.

My pretty, you deserve better than that.

You ought to live in a place worthy of you.

Buckingham Palace, I suppose.

That's the spirit I like. Sit down, my dear.

Sit down just for a moment.

You should have a place

that would set off that fine body of yours...

yellow hair and pale face.

Clothes to match, too, my dear. Silk, eh?

And a bracelet, too?

Champagne to drink?

How would you like that?

And how am I to get it?

How do you think you're going to get it,

my bright little bird?

I am no gentleman, no, but I have money.

Perhaps my looks don't please you.

-You ain't no beauty.

-Quite right. I am no beauty.

Perhaps you prefer a gentleman?

One of those fine-mannered, virtuous,

and honorable gentlemen.

One of those canting hypocrites

who like your legs...

but talk about your garter.

What are you talking about?

My poor little innocent.

It doesn't know what I'm talking about.

Well, it's afraid of me, isn't it?

-No! I ain't afraid of you.

-Aren't you? Good.

Hey, you. Trying to steal my girl, are you,

you dirty blighter?

-Come back, you. I'll fix you--

-Sit down!

-I'll knock your blooming--

-Get out of here, you!

-You couldn't have done it.

-Couldn't l, though? Why not?

This place was just made for it.

-Come on.

-Stop that. Let me go.

-No. You're not going.

-Let me go! I'm going!

I'm going home!

Sit down!

Forgive me, my dear.

You see, I hurt you because I love you.

I want you...

and what I want, I get.

I grant you, I am no beauty...

but under this exterior...

you'll find a very flower of man.

Look at me.

Do you suppose I'd let anybody

stand in my way?

I love you.

I love you. Do you understand?

You'll come with me?

You'll come with me.

Come in, sir.

-I presume your master is out.

-Yes, sir. So he is, sir.

He's always out when I call.

Tell your master I've had a letter

from General Carew.

He tells me that Dr. Jekyll has not replied

to any of Miss Muriel's letters.

-She's worried about him.

-I'll tell him, sir.

Anyway, I'm relieved to know

he's not confined to his bed.

Begging your pardon, sir,

it's my opinion that my master isn't well.

He hardly sees his patients, sir.

I haven't seen him myself

for days at a time.

He often comes and goes

by the back door of the laboratory, sir.

I must be going, Poole. Good day.

-Who's there?

-It's me, dearie, your landlady.

Come in, Mrs. Hawkins.

How are you, dearie?

You don't have to answer.

I can see for myself

you ain't as fit as you ought to be...

and no wonder.

-Here, I brought you the newspaper.

-Thank you, Mrs. Hawkins.

You're having a cup of tea, I see.

If you don't mind, dearie,

I'll sit with you a minute.

I'm that done in.

Will you have a cup of tea, Mrs. Hawkins?

Thank you, dearie. I don't mind if I do.

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