Mary Reilly Page #4

Poole tells me

you've confessed to breaking a cup.

Yes, sir. I'm sorry.

After the story you told me,

I can't understand...

...how you could bring yourself

to say you'd broken a cup.

Especially when you didn't do it.

Yes, sir, I can't rightly

understand it myself.

I'm sorry you don't care for Mr. Hyde.

Who told you that, sir?

Well, you don't, do you?

He troubles me, sir.

Leave me.

- May I open it, Mr. Poole?

- Very well, be quick about it.

What is it? Is it bad news?

My mum's passed away.

You come and sit down a minute.

I'll make you a nice cup of tea.

This is from her landlord.

- Says she owes him money for the rent.

- Don't worry.

Mr. Poole will speak to the master.

Won't you?

I'll take up the breakfast today.

And then you can see

to things yourself.

I've got my savings.

Nearly eight pounds.

Would that be enough

to pay for a proper funeral?

Why isn't she in her room?

You see, I have a heavy demand

for my rooms.

- Long waiting list, you see?

- Where have you put her?

She's quite comfortable, you know.

Very snug, really.

The parish will provide

the expenses of the burial.

I want her to have a proper funeral.

I can pay.

Let me take you to an undertaker

of my acquaintance.

Thank you, I prefer

to make my own arrangements.

And did you say you were

also owed money?

I took the liberty of selling off her

furniture, crockery and clothes...

...which cleared off

her debt completely.

Let me see...

A shilling over.

A poor wage for a lifetime's drudgery.

Very true, miss.

This is a veil of tears.

What have you done?

You have a knack for being

in the right place at the right time.

Why are you about

at this hour of the night?

My mother died.

Oh, yes, I heard.

Oh, well...

...she's not the only one.

Now, I'm afraid

I must make good my escape.

I suppose you'll never see me again.

Are you Mary Reilly?

This way.

Where have you been?

My mother's died, sir.

I had some arrangements to make.

And when did you last see the doctor's

assistant, Mr. Edward Hyde?

Some time ago, sir.

Not in the last 24 hours?

No, sir.

Another question.

Are you acquainted...

...with a member of Parliament,

Sir Danvers Carew?

What are you up to?

I don't believe so, sir.

But I understand he was a regular

dinner guest here at the house.

Reilly is the most recently engaged

member of staff.

I don't believe Sir Danvers has dined

here since her arrival.

I see.

Now, if you'll oblige us...

...we'd like to search

the doctor's laboratory.

There isn't anyone there.

Will you not interfere in matters

which do not concern you?

You'd best ask the doctor yourself.

May I be of some assistance, gentlemen?

If I had anywhere else to go,

you wouldn't see me for dust.

The police found nothing here.

Or in the laboratory.

This place is going to the dogs.

Murder now, if you please.

He always gave me the creeps,

that Hyde.

What's to stop him coming here

and skewering us when we're in bed?

He won't do that.

You know him well, do you?

Come on to bed.

Still feel safe here?

I don't know what I feel anymore.

Well, I'd watch my back if I was you.

Would you step in here a moment?

I want to speak to you.

Never mind Mr. Poole.

Put those down.

You saw him yesterday?

- I did, sir.

- You told the police you had not. Why?

I don't know, sir.

You know what you've done has

made you an accessory to murder?

In a case like this, not telling the

police everything is a criminal offense.

- I know that, sir.

- Danvers Carew.

I was at school with him.

He was corrupt and frivolous,

but he didn't deserve that.

And he is an important man,

not easily swept under the carpet.

Not like the others.

What others, sir?

What others?

There were others.

Where is he?

Last night, he walked in on me

as bold as brass.

He wanted money

to make good his escape.

I made him promise to disappear

and never show his face again.

What is it you owe this man?

Why are you prepared to risk everything

trying to protect him?

It's myself I'm trying to protect.

As far as what I owe him, strange as it

may sound, Hyde has liberated me.

I no longer care what the world

may think of me.

It is marvelous how much

he loves his life.

And his victims, sir?

Did they not love theirs?

Not as he does.

Not so ravenously.

I trust you as I trust no one, Mary.

My life would be a sad thing if I...

What is it?

He is impatient.

Therefore, do we now commit

the body of our departed sister...

...to the grave.

Earth to earth, ashes to ashes...

...dust to dust.

I wanted to make a contribution...

...towards the expense of the funeral.

Looking well.

And settled in service in a big house.

- So I've been told.

- Who told you?

Your mother.

When?

I've seen a bit of her

the past couple of years.

She wasn't one to bear a grudge.

I was just thinking...

...if you and I couldn't get

together again sometime?

The doctor tells me I'm not likely

to live through the winter.

Here, this must have cost you

six months' wages!

You keep it.

Why not?

My money's as good as anyone's.

Have you no heart at all?

I'm your father!

Have you no feelings for me?

We had our good times, didn't we?

We had some good times.

You remember.

Must remember.

Did you miss me?

You promised the master you'd go away.

Easier said than done,

as it turns out.

What did you do to him?

Better you had ask

what he has done to me.

The truth is, I am your master.

What do you mean?

I am the bandit.

He is merely the cave

in which I shelter.

Where are you going?

To raise the alarm.

Last week you saved my life.

Now you want to send me

into the gallows?

Can you explain?

Can you?

I feel differently with you.

Why should that be?

You still the rage.

Where does it come from, sir?

This rage?

How should I know?

It comes in like the tide.

Now are you beginning to understand?

For years now, the doctor has been

suffering from a strange malady.

He experimented with many ways

to keep it at bay...

...but it would always return

more acute than ever.

Finally, he distilled two drugs,

tested them...

...and understood that he had

found the cure...

...which took an unexpected form.

What form?

Me.

I was the cure.

The first formula

transformed him into me.

The second formula, which he always

refers to rather insultingly...

...as the antidote,

transforms me back into him.

I've found a way to slip

his leash, to become myself...

...without having to wait

for the injection.

How?

Presumably because I am the stronger.

Is evil stronger than good?

You tell me.

Please let me go.

I am sorry. I thought you were

planning to stay a while.

But perhaps my sense of smell

deceives me.

Where are you going, Mary?

The master's asked me to bring him

something from the lab.

I'll take care of that.

He asked that I do it myself.

I will do it!

You don't know what he wants.

Please don't interfere!

And he's not to be disturbed

for the rest of the morning!

- Yes, Mr. Poole?

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