Mary Reilly Page #5

- Go and wait in my parlour.

I have something to say to you.

Yes, Mr. Poole.

- Poole, there you are.

- Yes, sir, I...

I want you to pay very close attention

to what I say.

You must make another visit

to Finlay and Sons.

Listen to what I'm saying before

you start raising objections.

Three or four months ago,

they prepared this at my instruction.

There must have been some impurity

in the compound, because since then...

...neither they nor any other chemist

has been able to reproduce it.

You must ask them

to analyze this precisely...

...then wait on the premises...

...until they succeed

in reconstituting it.

Tell them that this is a matter

of the greatest urgency.

Life and death.

I will, sir.

Mary, will you come with me?

At least there is someone

in this house I can rely on.

I didn't know if I could believe what

he was saying. But it's true, isn't it?

I kept thinking you must know

we were the same man.

How could anyone know such a thing?

How could anyone possibly guess?

I want you to do something for me.

I want you to go now,

to my laboratory...

...and make up a bed.

That is where I'll need to spend

most of my time from now on.

Shall I take this with me?

He said you have an illness.

What kind of an illness?

You might call it a fracture in my soul.

Something...

...which left me with

a taste for oblivion.

You should've seen him.

Shuffling across the courtyard...

...hanging on to that drawer like

someone wanted to take it off him.

Poor Mr. Poole, run off his feet.

And he's not looking

very well on it, either.

I'm afraid the master's out of patience.

His new consignment of medicine

is not at all satisfactory.

There are a number of broken bottles

in the operating theatre.

I'll go and clear it up, Mr. Poole.

Never mind.

Leave it till the morning.

Best to get it done now.

Doctor?

Is that you?

Who is that?

What stops me from killing you?

I always knew you'd be the death of us.

He took pity on me.

Seems he took pity on me as well.

He mixed something with the antidote.

A poison.

Another cruel trick to take his life

and leave you behind to suffer.

It was the only way he could

devise to set you free.

It was inevitable from the moment...

...I found how to achieve

what I'd always wanted.

To be the knife as well as the wound.

Would you have ever forgiven me?

I wanted the night...

...you see.

And here it is.

You said...

...you didn't care what

the world thought of you.

Nor will I.

GELULA & CO., INC.

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