Mary Reilly Page #3

as even she cannot clean.

She's always

been prone to exaggeration.

I saw the room.

There was blood on the ceiling.

And did Mrs. Farraday explain?

No, but I felt sure someone

had been torn to death in that room.

No!

- She said you should've gone.

- I couldn't.

I'm sure you understand.

A place like that!

I sent my assistant.

She called him a mad dog.

On those occasions, when a woman

like Farraday is not at fault herself...

...she is liable to experience a rush

of righteous indignation.

I happen to know that Mr. Hyde...

...did everything that he could.

The girl had already lost

too much blood.

These amateur operations,

as I'm sure you...

Well, let's not discuss the details.

Just rest assured

that I shall continue...

...to look into the matter.

I suppose it would've been too much

to expect a bit of gratitude.

I'm sorry I doubted you, sir.

I'm going to lock my door and work.

Tell Poole he may

close up as he pleases.

I may not go back

into the house tonight.

Mary Reilly.

Do you know who I am?

You're Mr. Hyde,

the master's assistant.

You may say so.

What do you think?

I always had an artistic temperament.

I know I owe my existence to science...

...but I've never been able

to whip up much enthusiasm for it.

Strange.

The thoughts that come unbidden,

don't you find?

If you mean we're not always

in control of our ideas...

Why should we want to be?

That's the question.

I've never been in favour of control.

By all accounts...

...your father was no paragon

at controlling himself.

Men will chatter amongst themselves,

you know.

I wasn't able to find out

how far it might've gone...

...between your father and yourself.

Didn't you look forward

to them sometimes?

Those evenings when your mother

was out working?

Still, wouldn't you like

to come in town with me tonight?

Good morning, Mary.

Morning.

What's the matter?

I thought, sir, when we spoke

of private matters...

...those were confidences

you would never repeat.

I'm afraid you've been upset

by my assistant.

No, sir. I was more upset by you...

...that you told him.

As a doctor, I've always taken

notes after any kind of consultation.

I'm afraid my young man is less

scrupulous than he should be.

He read my notebook.

I see, sir.

Well, in that case, I...

I can't deny that his manners are rough,

but I look beyond that.

I know he likes you very much.

I see no reason why you

shouldn't become friends.

As a matter of fact...

...I was hoping you'd accompany him

this afternoon on a scientific errand.

I thought it might make a break

from this perpetual housework.

Of course, I'll send Bradshaw

if you prefer.

And now to where they

butcher human meat.

This hospital and the slaughterhouse

share the same gutters.

Most convenient.

You just can't say no

to our employer, can you?

And you believe every word he says?

The doctor's been very kind to me.

He's much too old for you.

I don't know what you mean.

I keep telling him he works too hard.

Are you ever aware of how much

he longs to touch you?

Of course not.

He conceals it that well, does he?

I don't want to talk about this.

Whatever you say.

It is difficult to understand someone

who is entirely incapable...

...of simply asking for what he

most wants in the world.

How can you presume to know

what goes on in his mind?

Inspired guesswork, instinct...

...fellow feeling.

What does he want them for?

I've never bothered to ask.

I just supply the organs as required.

You've no idea how strange

and twisting are the ways of science.

Wait there.

Afternoon, doctor.

Visit from the butcher.

What's that?

He can't tell why, but the doctor

feels a bit hungry.

Tea and sandwiches perhaps?

For two, sir?

Why not?

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

would like some tea.

How do you get on with

that Mr. Hyde then?

He manage to keep his hands to hisself?

You shouldn't judge everyone by

your own standards, Mr. Bradshaw.

I hope Hyde was politer to you

than he was to old Poole.

What do you mean?

Just before you went off,

he sends for Poole...

...tells him to get on the train.

Go off to some chemist,

way out in the country.

Poole says, "Is there

anything else I can do for you?"

He says, "Mind your own business"

and slams the door in his face.

Mr. Poole was that upset.

I wouldn't cross him in the next

day or two, if I was you.

He said to me...

..."No matter how well he speaks...

...Mr. Hyde could never be mistaken

for a gentleman. "

Who is he then?

You ask me, he's got one

over on the doctor.

You know, a spot of blackmail.

Or maybe he's a souvenir

from the doctor's student days.

Sort of a grown-up wild oat.

Now they do look a bit alike.

Mary don't like to think the doctor's

ever had any fun in his life.

Mary, you go.

Oh, it's you, is it?

Butler's night off, is it?

- What do you want?

- A word with the gentleman.

- Which one?

- Harry Jekyll, of course.

If I never saw that other devil again,

it'd be too soon for me.

- They're in the laboratory.

- That'll do as well as anywhere.

The doctor doesn't admit

visitors when he's working.

I think he'll admit me.

Very likely he'll admit both of us,

if you play your cards right.

Wait here.

What is it?

- Mrs. Farraday's here to see you, sir.

- Who?

Mrs. Farraday.

- What do you want?

- Just a word.

Thought we'd have a chat about

improving our financial arrangements.

Stay where you are.

I'll be with you in a moment.

There's something I have to do first.

Don't be too long.

It ain't very festive down here.

- I'll bring the tea in a minute, sir.

- What?

Mr. Hyde ordered

some tea and sandwiches.

Cancel the tea.

Hold you horses, I'm parched.

I'm sure you'd prefer

something stronger.

It won't take me a moment

to prepare it.

Have it your own way.

Doctor?

Doctor?

Doctor?

I'm very sorry to disappoint you,

but it isn't the doctor.

He chivalrously insisted on seeing

Mrs. Farraday all the way home.

He told me he couldn't

go to that house.

She's moved.

Will there be anything else, sir?

Yes, there will be.

Come here.

There's been something

I've been trying to say to you...

...ever since our first conversation

in the library.

Yes, sir?

I want to apologize

for some of the things I said.

Why?

Because...

...I was unnecessarily...

...offensive.

Now look what you've made me do.

Don't you know who I am?

Sorry.

Must be some misunderstanding.

I thought you invited me here.

I did.

What's the matter with you?

I'm sorry, bad dream.

Didn't sound too bad.

Yes?

Mrs. Kent tells me

that while I was away...

...you had some dealings

with the master's assistant.

Did you hold much conversation?

No, sir.

But I understand a cup was broken.

That's right, sir.

How did that happen?

- I dropped it, sir.

- You dropped it?

- On the carpet?

- No, sir.

It landed on the fender, sir.

I see.

By rights it should be stopped

from your wages.

I'll discuss it with the master.

You may go.

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