Dr Jekyll & Sister Hyde

At the end of the next long street

He'll be there

Around the next-up corner

Waiting there

For me

I'll keep searching, looking,

waiting, hoping

He'll be there

A boy for me

That's how it's going to be

And that's how it's got to be

For me

Here! Marie! If you find your gent

charge him up a grand.

Tell him it's gone up.

Tell him everything's going up!

Keep me Marian...

This way! Here!

Over here!

This is the testament of Dr. Henry Jekyll.

Age 30, male.

Male...

Male!

I must set this down before it is too late.

It all began on the November last...

That grey and fateful day when I was

visited by my dearest friend and colleague,

professor Robertson.

Oh!

- Allow me.

- That's very kind of you.

It's my pleasure.

Er... Which way?

- Oh, please don't bother.

I'm going to that house over there.

My, a happy coincidence!

So am I.

Robertson, professor Robertson.

How do you do? I'm Susan Spencer.

And this is my brother, Howard.

How do you do?

This gentleman has kindly assisted me.

- Most kind... but, we can

manage from here.

Well, you said you could manage.

Thank you.

My dear Doctor Jekyll,

you work yourself far too hard.

Only last night I passed here,

well after midnight,

and your light was still burning.

I was working.

What were you doing at that hour?

- No, I was on the job too.

Research, you know?

Delicious blonde fragment from

the chorus of the Alhambra.

Come now, professor. Research?

- Oh! Certainly a great benefit

to the mankind.

Well...

To a small section of it, ten-a-rate.

- And what will you have to show for it?

The pox?

I sincerely hope not.

Well, if you do, perhaps my researches will help you.

Antivirus.

The universal panacea.

One virus to combat perhaps 20 diseases.

How far have you got?

- Oh, not far...

I admit it's early days, naturally...

But, I have produced a virus strain which will

provide some imunity against it, theoria.

And when that's perfected,

I'll tackle another disease.

Cholera, perhaps...

Robertson?

Ah... Yes! Yes, very commendable.

You seem to be acquiring a very

interesting new neighbour.

Professor...

- Though, I was listening...

My eyes were diverted but my ears were yours.

So... An antivirus?

To protect us against a myriad of diseases.

Now, tell me... Just how long

before you expect some results?

- Well, I'll have provided more complete imunity

against it, theory, whithin a year or two.

A year or two?

And then, what? Cholera?

- Yes.

- Another year or two...

And then, typhus...

Another year or two...

And then, typhoid, and influenza.

And yellow fever...

Oh, my dear Jekyll,

that's race to be forty or fifty eaten

before you've completed the experiment.

- Oh, it's a long process, I agree...

But, the point is...

- Point is you'll be dead and burried

long before it's finished.

A chance remark from Robertson

that sparked off this whole evil affair.

A remark remained and festered in my mind.

I had no mind, no will for work.

I walked the streets brooding upon the bitter irony

that all I wanted to do for humanity, for life...

Would be cheated by death.

Unless, I could cheat death.

The thought took shape in my mind.

Suddenly, it was clear to me what I must do.

I decided to explore a new avenue...

An elixir of life.

The secret of eternal youth.

A secret that had fascinated

and eluded men for centuries.

But, they have sought it through witchery,

black magic and superstitious nonsense...

But I had science at my fingertips.

I saw it as the first step in an

exciting scientific adventure.

I could not know then that it was

the first step towards the black abbyss,

towards a myriad of horrors, towards self-destruction.

I was seized and engulfed by the idea.

Became my passion and my obsession.

I worked without stop.

Days and night passed without meaning for me.

I was utterly heedless of the outside world.

What does it so fascinate you

outside that window, Susan?

Susan, your brother is talking to you.

- I was wondering what you were looking at.

- Nothing.

Or at least, nothing yet.

- A riddle, this must be a riddle.

- Sorry...

What I actually meant was,

I haven't seen Doctor Jekyll.

- You mean the young man

who lives below us?

Oh, why should you have seen him?

- No reason.

It's just that I'm sure he hasn't been

out of his room in past five days.

Why should that concern my little sister?

It seems odd, don't you think?

- Why, I think he's remarkably dilligent.

And that's Doctor Jekyll's reputation.

He's a dedicated man.

A good man.

There he goes. - Where?

There. You see?

There's your precious Doctor Jekyll.

What do you think of him now, mamma?

Where can he be going at this ungodly hour?

Hope you're not going to chose her...

I'm kind of fond of her...

This one.

She's not so much of a choise.

Oh, I'll be outside then,

till you want me. And, uh...

Just call.

Although it's you.

Pop potatoes!

They're 10 pence. Lovely yot.

Pop potatoes!

Lovely pop potatoes!

Berries, wine, myrtles!

Handsome? Never! I don't believe it.

- I tell you he is.

Handsome!

A fine face.

But, so tired...

So very tired.

And young too, he's much younger

than I imagined.

- That sinister Doctor Jekyll?

- There's nothing sinister about him at all. Nothing!

- Of course, there isn't.

Howard, you mustn't tease us so.

I've met Doctor Jekyll myself, I should

think he's rather a nice young man.

At last!

At last!

- Come in.

What time is it?

- Well, don't mind the time.

What have you been up to?

Glad to get to see you since Wednesday.

And you were here.

There's no use denying it. - Wednesday?

Did you say Wednesday?

What day is it now?

- Saturday, of course.

Really, my dear chap. You must try...

Saturday?

I've been asleep... three days.

I don't wonder at it.

And what I can make out,

you worked without stop for ten days.

Three days!

Three days!

- Don't go on like this, you know.

Spare some air!

Get some fruit inside you.

Yes, yes... I will, dear Robertson.

I'm going to show you this. Here.

Do you recognize this species?

Of course.

What's it's life cycle?

A few hours, no more.

- Robertson, this insect, which normally

dies within an hour or two of it's birth...

... has been alive for three whole days.

How long would that be in human terms?

Three days, that's 72 hours.

By human terms, this insect is already

more than two hundred years old.

Just what line of research are you following?

An elixir of life...

- That old one?

- Nature's elixir.

Hormones. Female hormones.

What is it that gives a woman's skin that silk in texture?

Why does she keep her hair when so many men lose theirs?

Hormones! Female hormones!

- Yes, I have heard the theory.

- No longer a theory, professor, fact.

See for yourself!

Here.

Yes, it is remarkable.

I wonder...

... how it would work on a male?

You can see I used a male.

Sorry, old man...

My due, it's an easy-laughed mistake to make.

Something as small as this.

This insect is male!

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