The Invisible Man Page #2

- He's all right.

- (screams hysterically)

Oh, shut up!

- Come on, Jaffers!

- Here, what's all this?

It's the stranger with the goggles.

He's gone mad. He's assaulted Mrs Hall

and nearly killed her husband.

Oh.

- Where is he?

- He's upstairs in the sitting room.

He's in there, in the sitting room.

He's homicidal.

Oh.

Let that there.

(wails)

Here, keep back, you kids there.

- Here, what's all this?

- Keep back there.

Keep back, me?

Do you know who you're talking to?

I give you a last chance

to leave me alone.

Give me a last chance? You've committed

assault, that's what you've done,

and you can come along

to the station with me.

Come along, now. Come quietly, unless

you want me to put the handcuffs on.

Stop where you are.

You don't know what you're doing.

I know what I'm doing all right. Come on.

- Get hold of him.

- Lock him up!

All right, you fools.

You've brought it on yourselves.

Everything would have come right

if you'd only left me alone.

You've driven me near madness

with your peering through the keyholes

and gaping through the curtains.

And now you'll suffer for it!

You're crazy to know who I am,

aren't you?

All right! I'll show you!

There's a souvenir for you.

And one for you.

I'll show you who I am and what I am.

(laughs insanely)

Look. He's all eaten away.

How do you like that, eh?

(Griffiin laughs insanely)

(laughs insanely)

- It was 'orrible.

- What's wrong?

- Jaffers, what do you think?

- He's invisible, that's what's the matter.

If he gets the rest of them clothes off,

we'll never catch him in a thousand years.

Come on.

They've asked for it,

the country bumpkins.

This'll give them a bit of a shock.

Something to write home about.

A nice bedtime story for the kids,

too, if they want it.

(laughs insanely)

- Put the handcuffs on.

- How can I handcuff a bloomin' shirt?

- Quick! Get hold of him!

- (cackling)

Ow!

Are you satisfied now, you fools?

It's easy, really, if you're clever.

A few chemicals mixed together,

that's all,

and flesh and blood and bone

just fade away.

A little of this injected under the skin

of the arm every day for a month.

An invisible man can rule the world.

Nobody will see him come,

nobody will see him go.

He can hear every secret.

He can rob and kill!

Not if he can't get no further

than this room, he won't.

Here, shut that door.

- You'd better come along quietly.

- (cackles)

(Jaffers) Look out! Mind that window!

You think I'd escape

like a common criminal?

You need a lesson.

I think I'll throttle you.

Let go of me!

Let go!

You must be made to understand

what I can do.

Hey, look out!

(screams)

Hey, whoa!

Hey, hey!

Look out! Get indoors!

Everybody get indoors!

(shouting and screaming)

I'm afraid I need this bicycle. Ha-ha!

He stole me bike!

Here's your blooming bicycle.

You can do what you like with it.

How's that for a hairbrush, George Henry?

Good morning, Grandfather.

How do you do?

We'll do our part.

Mama, give me the diamonds!

On the gospel, it's the truth.

He tried to strangle me, sir.

Where are you speaking from, Jaffers?

Lion's Head inn, eh?

Did you say an invisible man?

Well, look here, you put

more water in it next time!

He won't believe me. You tell him.

Mr Hall speaking.

The constable's telling the truth all right.

Not the slightest clue.

I didn't expect there would be.

That's where the clues are.

He wasn't leaving anything to chance.

Griffin was never the man for secrets.

He came to me with everything.

He kept a lot of stuff locked in here.

I came in one evening

when he wasn't expecting me.

He was by this cupboard.

It was full of instruments.

When he saw me, he slammed the door

and turned the key.

You say he brought

a packing case up here?

The night before he disappeared. I heard

him hammering, packing everything up.

- Here's something, Kemp.

- What is it?

- Bad news?

- It's only a rough note.

A list of chemicals,

and the last on the list is monocane.

Monocane? What is monocane?

- Monocane's a terrible drug.

- I never heard of it.

You wouldn't, Kemp. It's never used now.

I didn't know it was even made.

It's a drug that's made from

a flower that's grown in India.

It draws colour

from everything it touches.

Years ago they tried it for bleaching cloth.

They gave it up because

it destroyed the material.

- That doesn't sound very terrible.

- I know, but it does something else.

It was tried out on some poor animal -

a dog, I believe.

It was injected under the skin,

and it turned the dog dead white,

like a marble statue.

- Is that so?

- Yes, and it also sent it raving mad.

You surely don't think...?

I only pray to God that Griffin hasn't

been meddling with this ghastly stuff.

- He'd never touch a thing with madness.

- He might not know.

I found that experiment

in an old German book just by chance.

The English books only describe

the bleaching power.

- What are we going to do?

- Tell the police that Griffin's disappeared.

But only that he's disappeared.

I put you on your honour, Kemp,

not to breathe a word of this to anyone.

- Shall I go with you?

- It's all right, Kemp.

I'll go tonight,

when Inspector Lane's on duty.

I'll run along back home, then.

- Good night.

- Good night, Kemp.

(piano music on radio)

(radio) This is the national station

broadcasting this evening's news.

Remarkable story from country village.

Police and doctors

are investigating a story

told this afternoon by

the people of the village of lping.

A mysterious disease has broken out

infecting many of the inhabitants.

It takes the form of a delusion that

an invisible man is living among them.

Several people have been

seriously injured,

probably through fiighting, in their belief

that their opponent is an invisible man.

The whole village is

in a state of panic and everyone...

Everyone deserves the fate

that's coming to them.

Panic, death, things worse than death.

Don't be afraid, Kemp.

It's me - Griffin. Jack Griffin.

How are you, my friend?

Brrr! I'm frozen with cold.

Dead tired. Thank God for a fire.

(gasps)

Sit down, you fool.

Let's have a decent fire.

D'you hear me? Sit down, unless

you want me to knock your brains out.

Sit down!

I want you to listen carefully, Kemp.

I've been through hell today.

I want food and sleep, but before

we sleep, there's work to do.

May I have a cigarette?

You always were

a dirty little coward, Kemp.

You're frightened

out of your wits, aren't you?

Oh, it's no good talking like this.

Have you got a good long

surgical bandage?

Good. And a pair of dark glasses?

Right. Go and get them, at once.

Let me have a dressing gown

and pyjamas and a pair of gloves.

You'll feel better

if you can see me, won't you?

Come on. You've no time to waste.

(door slams shut)

You'll find some pyjamas in that room.

Here are the gloves and bandages.

- I'll bring you the glasses.

- Thank you. Don't be long.

Put them on the table.

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