All language subtitles for The.Man.in.Half.Moon.Street.1945.1080p.BluRay.REMUX.AVC.FLAC.2.0-EPSiLON_Subtitles01.ENG

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- [Narrator] Who was Julian Karell?

Where did he come from?

What manner of man was he?

- He was a fine scientist,
incredibly courageous,

but he lost track of one spiritual truth.

No man can be a law unto himself.

- Karell was a cold-blooded murderer,

a remarkable criminal.

For a time, he managed to stir up notions

that were unbelievably idiotic

in some of Scotland Yards hardest heads.

- He was tender and
fine, a man with a dream.

And even before i knew
that dream, i felt it.

But he dared more than
mortal man may ever dare.

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Hello. How did you happen
to come in by the garden?

- I heard your playing
and i hoped to find you

before meeting your guests.

So this is your home.

I never saw such flowers
in England in May.

- In May?
- Yes.

- Oh, my poor wool-gathering
genius. Come along.

Look.

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- June 30th? It's June?

But we began the sittings in May.

- And i sat for you every day.

So if i made you lose
track of a whole month,

I'm terribly flattered.

Uh, come along and meet everybody.

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- I was wondering if
I've forgotten to shave.

I might have come with a month-old beard.

(Eve laughs)

- Uh, I should like to
introduce Julian Karell.

- Oh, that must be Karell with Eve now.

- (chuckles) Obviously. From
the way she's clinging to him.

How does he strike you?

- Looks as if he'd accomplished
in a couple of months

what I've been wanting to do for years.

- Well, why didn't you speak up?

You medical men are all so bally cautious.

- Last year you thought
you had a gallstone.

Supposing I'd operated.

- Oh, confound it, you'd have
had the stone, wouldn't you?

- There wasn't any.
- Huh?

Oh, well anyway, it looks like
the finish for you, my lad.

He's been engineering
this picture unveiling

to make an impression on me.

- Well, haven't you met him?

- Not yet, but every time
Eve came home from a sitting,

she'd tell something new
and remarkable about him.

If you believe Eve, he's
Leonardo da Vinci resurrected.

- Can he paint?

- I wouldn't know.

- Eve, excuse me, but Lady Minerva

seems most anxious to meet this young man.

- Oh, well, certainly.

Sir John Aldergate, this is Dr. Karell.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

- Will you excuse us, Sir John?

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Lady Aldergate, may i
introduce Dr. Karell.

- You're the spitting
image of Julian L'Estrange.

He must have been your grandfather.

- Yes. On my mother's side.

- [Minerva] I knew him
long ago in Shanghai.

- I believe he was connected
with the ambassador.

- Sit down.

Thank you my dear. You
might send him a drink.

- Oh.

- In those days i was Minerva Tolbert.

- Oh yes, of course.

- Why of course? You
weren't even born then.

Or your mother, i hope.

- No, but you wrote books.

- I did a great many things

that proper young women
didn't do in that prudish age.

- I believe my grandfather
was immensely amusing.

- He was, so you can let
your imagination run riot.

At my age, i don't care.

So you paint.

Your grandfather was a
dauber too, and a good one.

Painted me.
- Really?

I would like to see it.

- You'll never see that one.

I was prudent enough to burn it.

Oh, i detest being seen with these things.

They make you look more like him,

not the callow boy i thought you were.

Why do you do that?

- What?
- Turn your head away.

- Oh, i'm sorry.

I was thinking what
enchanting times those were

on our balcony overlooking the garden

at Hotel Europa, a certain summer night.

- Ah, those Shanghai nights.

- The man who went up to the balcony

and found a lattice door open.

The young woman he had
met at tea that afternoon,

she was sitting at her desk writing.

She pretended she didn't hear him,

but she was smiling when
she went on writing.

He went up and stood
behind there for a while.

He pulled the dagger-like pin,

which held up a very lovely hair,

fell down on her shoulders.

And then.

- You tell it as if ... Good!

- In his very old age,
my grandfather's memory

was embarrassingly accurate.

- He babbled?
- I'm afraid he was

something of a cad.

But perhaps we should draw a
discreet curtain over the past.

And say goodbye.

- Goodbye. It's been thrilling.

Oh, Aldergate, this is
Julian, but he's in a hurry.

- What's thrilling about him?

- He's so beautifully informed.

(guests chatting quietly)

- How did you escape?

- I destroyed Minerva's
faith in Grandfather.

- And he was probably
an awfully nice person.

- Probably. He died before my time.

- Come along and meet Father.

You can't put it off any longer.

- I can see the whole action
as if it occurred yesterday.

Confound it. The hill was
held by my own regimen.

- And with great valor.
But you're still confused.

- Huh?
- Uh, Father,

this is Dr. Karell.
- Uh, how are you?

Well, if they, if they
attacked from the right,

how is the trench going from north to ...

Oh, da Vinci.

- Karell.
- Huh?

- Honored to meet you, Sir Humphrey.

- Yes, well, I'll reserve
a reply to that compliment

till I've seen your
painting of my daughter.

- Now?
- Now.

(guests chattering)

- Oh!
- Oh, lovely.

- It's beautiful.
- Yes, of course.

- It's beautiful because it's Eve.

- Why, thank you, Henry. Uh,
Julian, this is Dr. Latimer.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

- Congratulations on the portrait.

- Thank you.
- Congratulations.

- Eve is a very lucky girl.
- Yes.

- [Guest] Excellent
likeness. Congratulations.

- Eve, it is beautiful.
- Isn't it?

- I think Dr. Karell
needs a whiskey and soda.

(guest continue chattering)

- [Guest] Excellent
likeness. Congratulations.

- Thank you for rescuing me.

- Thank you for making me beautiful.

- Let's go where we can be alone.

- All right.

- Strange, you know the work
has the same style and quality

of a certain painting
done in the last century.

I once saw it in a Breslow gallery.

You know, painting's
like a man's handwriting,

it's easy to identify.

And the similarity here is uncanny.

- Oh, then this Karell
is just a copyist, huh?

- If I didn't know it was impossible,

I'd say they were both
done by the same man.

- Did you mind me dragging you away

from your guests?
- Mm-mm.

- Today i want to tell
you how much i love you.

- After looking in love
with me all these weeks,

why the sudden verbal outburst?

- Because i shan't be
seeing you for awhile.

- You're going away?

- No, but I'll be locked
up in my laboratory.

- Oh, well, can't i visit you?

- I won't be painting a picture.

I'll be engaged in a scientific experiment

with my friend Dr. van Bruecken.

- Oh, he's the man you're
expecting from Egypt.

- Yes, we compare notes
every so often. He's due now.

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- Are you worrying?

- Why, no.

- Then it must be just part of
your general mysteriousness.

- How am i mysterious?

- Remember how we met?

- Yes. in Paris, at the Louvre.

We were both looking at "Mona Lisa."

- Mm-hmm.

When i noticed you, i
thought that your eyes

and the eyes of the girl in
the picture were so alike.

So i spoke to you.

And an hour later i let
you take me to dinner.

Julian?
- Yes?.

- Uh, since we are on the subject of love,

were you asking me to marry you

when the conversation veered away?

- Yes, darling.

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- Must we be in the dark
before you commit yourself?

- Ever since that meeting,
i have wanted you.

Of course you know it,
but i didn't want to speak

until this experiment was finished.

- Why, Julian?

- Because its success may lead
to such benefits for humanity

that i had no right to let anything,

not even anything so precious
as loving you, come first.

- Julian!
- Beg pardon, miss.

Mr. Karell is wanted on the telephone.

It's your home, sir.

- Thank you.

Stay right where you are, darling.

I'll be back at once.

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Yes, Simpson.

Oh, i'll be home at once.

I say.
- Yes, sir?

- I have to go home immediately.

Is there a quick way out of here?

- Yes, sir, there's a door through here

that leads to the garden.

- Oh, yes, um, will you tell Miss Brandon

that i had to go home at once

and ask her to please make
my excuses to her guests?

I'll telephone her later.
- Yes, sir.

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- Julian?

Julian!

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(motor rumbling)

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- Simpson!

Well, what is it?

- I thought you looked rather tired, sir.

- Cablegram.

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Take an answer.

Professor Kurt van Bruecken,
Hotel Place, Cairo.

Come at once, imperative. Sign my name.

Hurry down and send it off.
- Yes, sir.

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- Hello.
- Julian?

- Oh, Eve!
- What in the world happened?

- I'm terribly sorry, my dear.

I had an important cablegram
waiting, so i just dashed home.

Am i forgiven my dear?

- Oh, darling, of course you are.

The guests have all gone.

I'm up in my room alone thinking of you.

- [Julian] Hm, i don't
deserve it, darling.

- Everyone went wild over the portrait.

Some even said it showed
touches of genius.

And what in the world
did you say to Minerva?

She just sat in a daze and drank whiskey

until they took her home.
(Julian laughs)

Oh, there's so much i
wanted to talk to you about.

When shall i see you, dear?

- It's hard to tell.

Van Bruecken arrives in a
day or so, and from then on,

it will be the laboratory day and night.

- After tomorrow i may
not see you for weeks.

Well, I suppose it's the
penalty of loving a scientist,

a man with a great dream.

Whatever it is.

- The dreamers are here.

Goodnight, my dear.
- Good night, darling.

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(boat motor spluttering)

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(water splashes)

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(water splashes)

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- Hi! What's going on down there?

What's happening?

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(police whistle blowing)

(footsteps dragging)

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- Taxi!

- [Driver] Blimey! What do you got there?

- [Julian] I have to get
him home. Half Moon Street.

Hurry.
(motor rumbling)

(car door thuds)

- Hey, cabbie!

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- Here we are, sir.

(car door slams)

- Keep it.
- Oh, thank you, sir.

(motor rumbling)

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- Why did you have the taxi
stop across the street?

- Shh! Let's not wake up the house help.

Come in here. There's a fire.

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Have a seat by the fire.

- (sighs) What made you fish me out?

(bellows whooshing)

- Get off those wet clothes. Put these on.

And you'll find some
slippers on the floor there.

- I have nothing to live for.

- Hm, hm. You may change your mind.

What you need right now
is a good stiff drink.

How long were you studying medicine?

- I was supposed to graduate this year.

- Well, perhaps you will yet,
if you can be made to believe

that you're better at
endocrinology than roulette.

(soda whooshing)

- I know you.

- You have seen me before.

Sometimes at the university bar

and sometimes at that gambling den

where you like to leave your money.

- That's right. You
were always watching me.

- You had the look of a
man heading for the river.

But that wouldn't prevent

the disgrace coming to your family.

The river wouldn't wash that out.

You better get off those wet shoes.

- How do you know so much about me?

- We'll talk about that later.

(paper crumples)

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- Your guest is awake, sir.

He's demanding his clothes.

- Did you tell him they were not dry yet?

- He insists that doesn't matter.

- Well, I'll go up and see him.

Well, don't look so scandalized.

After all, i don't bring
drunks home every night.

- At least he patronizes
a gentleman's tailor, sir.

- That's why i fished him out.

- If i may say so, sir,

I should still be on my guard against him.

- (scoffs) Why?

- All the labels were
cut from his clothes.

- Well, don't worry, i'll
find out all about him.

Who he is and why he didn't learn to swim

before he learned to drink.

And the name of his tailor.

(knocking on door)
- Yes. Come in.

- Hello. Feeling better?

- Why did you dope my drink last night?

- I hoped some sleep would put you

in a healthier frame of mind.

- I'm up against facts you
can't do anything about.

- Well, you're still alive, aren't you?

- I'm not grateful for it.

If a man tries to drown on himself,

he has a pretty good reason.

You look civilized enough
to mind your own business.

- I told you, i've been watching you.

I think you are a brilliant
student with a future.

- And you were going to save
me to some pound-a-week job.

I'd have dived outta that window

if those bars weren't there.

I suppose this is where you bring

all the poor devils you dig up.

What are you, some sort of a sadist

that likes to watch us squirm?

- Those bars are there

because i have an occasional
psychopathic case.

How much would it take to buy off

this disgrace you're so afraid of.

- Only 1,000 pounds.

- Well, when you go
wrong, you do it in style.

Then with 2,000 pounds you
could make a fresh start.

- You aren't by any chance
the psychopathic case

those bars are for, are you?

- Well, naturally i want
something done for it.

- Well, now we're getting
to it. Dirty work.

Supposing you call a cab and
take me back to the river.

- If my proposition,
after you have heard it,

doesn't appeal to you, i
will carry you there myself.

Here's a paper written
by a friend of mine,

Dr. van Bruecken, when he
was a student in Strasbourg.

- Dr. van Bruecken!

Do you know him?

What is this?

Transplanting glands from
one human being to another.

Oh, that's a crazy dream.

- Van Bruecken dreamed it.

- But it's dated back in 1865.

- [Julian] He still believes in it.

- What?

- In fact, he has carried it
to the point of demonstration.

- Oh, now I'm beginning to see

why you went fishing last night.

For more guinea pigs.

- Only for one. As before,
i shall be the other.

- You? Well, you came
through it all right.

- As you see. Well, are you with us?

- Am i?

Do you think i'd be crazy enough

to refuse to help in a scientific miracle?

- I knew i picked the right man.

- But wait a minute,
if i live through this,

do i go on working with
you and van Bruecken?

- That's why you were
selected with such care.

And you will live through it all right.

In the hands of Dr. van Bruecken,

the operation is a mere nothing.

(knocking on door)

Yes?
- Miss Brandon

is waiting in the garden, sir.

- Good. i'll be down at once.

You understand this is
a professional secret.

- Of course.

- I think for time being
we should call you, uh-

- How about Waters, in
memory of my rescue?

- Excellent.

And i will suggest you
stay close to your room

until Dr. van Bruecken arrives.

Steady nerves will help a lot.

- All right.

(latch creaking)

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- Julian! It's superb!

(gentle romantic music)

So i'm really wearing my engagement ring.

- That's why i asked you to meet me here

before we went for luncheon.

This moment had to be for us alone.

(sweeping romantic music)

- (gasps softly) You aren't all
scientist, are you, darling?

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- What's going to happen
when i wear this home?

You know, Father hasn't accepted
you yet. Even if i have.

Oh, really, darling, you must face him.

- All right, i'll bear
the lion in his den.

- Today, after luncheon?

- Well, i don't know, just what
train van Bruecken arrives.

And so ...
- And so you're hedging again.

All right, we'll make
it tomorrow at tea time.

And i mean tomorrow.

- I promise.

- Oh, i know your not seeing
Father's partly my fault,

but i wanted to be alone with you

as much as i could while you were free.

Oh, i wish i knew enough of
science to work with you.

- Perhaps before very long you will.

- It must be wonderful to go searching

along paths that others haven't dared

or haven't the imagination to follow.

You know, i think it's your
utter certainty of success

that i admire most.

Because that can only come
from clear-seeing courage.

- I'm as certain of success
as i am of loving you.

- Are you?

Then don't endanger your success with me

by not seeing Father.

- Dr. van Bruecken has just arrived, sir.

- Good. i'll come at once.

Sit there and make my flowers jealous.

(footsteps clacking)

Kurt!

Ha-ha, my very dear old friend.

Let me look at you.

- Last 10 years have changed me. Yeah?

- Well, perhaps a little.

- But, uh, they haven't changed you.

- Naturally.

Uh, take the doctor's things upstairs.

But why didn't you cable
me when to expect you?

-I, I, i fancy i, uh, i forgot.

- (chuckles) Just as forgetful as ever.

Do you remember the time when we ...

All right, um, let's go in here.

(footsteps clacking)

I'm sorry.

- Not so agile now.

- Well, well, you never were, you know,

except for those
miraculous hands of yours.

I hope you'll like this old house.

- The only home i know now is with you.

No one else who was close to me is left.

- [Eve] Uh, Julian?

- Oh, Eve, my dear. I'm terribly sorry.

I just coming for you.
This is Ms. Brandon.

She knows who you are.
- Oh, i do indeed.

Julian speaks of you constantly.

- I don't recall that you ever mentioned

this charming young lady
in any of your letters.

I hope you haven't been
luring him from his work.

- Who could? i really
must be running along.

You and the doctor have a
great deal to talk about.

- I'm sorry about the luncheon.

- You're forgiven. But
don't forget tomorrow.

I hope i shall see you again, Doctor.

- Thank you.

But if this should be our only meeting,

I shall always remember your face.

- That's sweet.

- I'll see you to the car.

- Oh, no please don't. i insist.

Until tomorrow.

- A charming girl.

- Yes. isn't she?

- I hope you are not forgetting our pact

not to become serious.

- Nonsense. Have you ever known me to be?

- Men like us must always walk alone.

- Yes, i know.

- (chuckling) Oh, this side of you

brings back the old days.

- (chuckles) Cairo, Budapest, Rome,

Heidelberg, Petersburg.

- And Strasbourg.

- Oh, ha, ha, ha, Strasbourg.

- Those times in Strasbourg.

- Mm.
- The dearest of them all.

Here. Pick up that photograph.

I found it among my old things.

- Photograph of what?

- Of you and me.

No, first let's look at ourselves

as we are, in the same pose.

Come.
- All right.

- You remember? Like this.

- Oh, like this. Leaning on the pedestal.

- Yeah.
(Julian chuckles)

Yeah, as we are,

almost at the culmination
of a youthful dream.

And, and now back to its beginning.

(chuckling) Oh, Julian,

that was a long, long time ago.

Um,

uh, we were young then, hm? (chuckling)

- I'm still young

in spirit and in body.

- Julian,

(bench creaks)

why not give the result of your experiment

to the world now?

- Now?

- We have been waiting for 60 years.

- But it isn't ready. It isn't perfected.

- That's the point.

It's just where it was
after our first experiment.

Each successive one has given
you a new lease on youth.

But we have gotten no further.

It seems as though all
we are fated to learn,

we know already.

- You're so very wrong my friend.

When you have rested,

I will show you my new
chemical discoveries

that i wrote to you about.

This will be our last operation.

After this one, the youth
of one Julian Karell

will go on and on without failing.

- So men have sought
the philosopher's stone

to turn baser metals into gold.

Success is always just within the reach.

Then the inexorable law of nature says no.

(knocking on door)

- Yes? Come in.
(latch clicks)

uh, put it on the desk, please.

And that will be all.

- Does he know?
- Nothing.

He has only been here three months.

- Well, (chuckles) i see
you haven't forgotten

our little ceremony.

Thank you.
(Julian chuckles)

- To the first man who need never die.

- Homo et mortalis.

(gentle suspenseful music)

- Your hand. You can't operate!

(glass shatters)

- Last year i had a stroke.

I have only come to help you find a man

who can operate in my place.

- What if you can't? i can't wait.

I'm failing.

Why didn't you have the courage

to submit yourself to the
operation 60 years ago?

- I wonder if i did lack courage,

or if in my heart i knew
how it finally had to end.

- You let your spirit
decay as well as your body.

- No, Julian, no man can
break the law of God.

- So 60 years of brilliant
thinking has come to that.

- Yeah. Just to that.

That's my final scientific conclusion.

But this conclusion is for me alone.

I shall go on while i last
as your experienced servant.

(somber music continues)

- Of course. Of course.

- Have you found the other subject?

- Yes. And the blood test is satisfactory.

All we need now is a surgeon.

(gentle suspenseful music)

- How long have you
been taking this stuff?

- What does it matter? Two weeks.

- Two weeks? You are mad.

You will kill yourself.

- How well i know it.

I'm failing, i tell you.
(glass shatters)

Last week i noticed my
face changing, aging.

- Show me your hands.

(tense somber music continues)

(dramatic music)

Julian.

- Well, are you satisfied?

We must find a man to operate at once.

Or God help me.

(rain splashing)

- Why have you come to
me? My sign is outside.

I'm a reducer of fat human
swine. Not a surgeon.

- A great many years ago, when
i lived in St. Petersburg,

Count Vishanoff was a surgeon to the Tsar.

- I believe that man is dead.

- Professionally, yes.

And unethical incident caused
a revocation of his license.

But he is still a great surgeon.

Here's a chance to make some money.

The glory of this would
wipe out any past disgrace.

Instead of being a starving masseur,

you could again be Count Vishanoff.

- I tell you, he's dead.

He doesn't need the money or the glory

that your medical quacks can heap on him.

(chair creaks)
Now get out.

(chair scrapes)

- It's a pity you are so bitter.

But since you are dead, i
needn't fear for my secret.

Here's for your time.

- Hm! Your secret, your gland theory.

How can i blackmail you with that?

They just think you are crazy.

- Do you think i'm crazy?

- No, my friend.

But your mind is too young
and optimistic for your years.

After you have battered
your hopes to fragments

and the granite heads of your fraternity,

someone may drop a pound
note on your table and say,

"What a pity you are so bitter." (laughs)

(footsteps clacking)

- Sorry i can't give you the
information you're after.

- Forgive me for taking up your time.

- Quite all right.

(footsteps thumping)

(latch clicks)

Oh, hello.

- Who was that man, Albertson?

- He said his name was Jefferies.

- Oh!
- Do you know him?

- Only very casually. Why?

- He was looking for my brother.

- Joseph?
- Yes.

He got the idea that Joseph
and i were the same person.

- Oh.

- He knew that Joseph had
been struck off the roles

of the medical profession.

I think that's what you wanted to know.

- Yes. Yes, it was.

Thanks.
(latch clicks)

(gentle morose music)

- Good afternoon Mr. Karell.

Miss Brandon is in the drawing room, sir.

- Thank you very much.

(gentle romantic music)
- Hello.

I'm sorry to have been so
insistent over the phone,

but i hated to give Father
another cause to grumble.

- I quite understand.

Is it, uh, quite safe to kiss you?

- Mm, i think so.

- What is it?

- Your eyes look strange again today.

Stranger than i've ever seen them.

Been looking into mysteries?

- Mm-mm. A little tired, perhaps.

(sweeping romantic music)

And what did your father say to that?

- Well, i haven't let him see it yet.

I'm going upstairs to show it to him now.

Then you'll hear him come thundering down.

Uh, would a whiskey fortify you?

- No, thank you. I'll face him cold sober.

- I won't be long.

(dramatic music)

- Well, what's the verdict?

- Oh, i suppose you can
stand up against another year

of your bad habits.

- Ha! You began saying that 20 years ago.

- I'd probably still be
saying it 20 years hence.

(knock on door)
- Come in!

- Well how is he this time?

- Incorrigibly healthy. He's a freak.

- Both of you come downstairs.

Julian's here to be inspected.

- Oh, the copy book painter.

- Oh, he's other things, too.

- For instance?
- A scientist.

- Ugh!
- He's conducting

a very important experiment
with Dr. van Bruecken.

- Who's he?

- Well, you should know.

- I? You don't mean an
old Kurt van Bruecken.

- I met him yesterday,
he's staying with Julian.

- Your Julian is on intimate
terms with that man?

- Well, why not?

- Who's this, uh, van, uh, Bruecken?

- One of the greatest living
surgeons and endocrinologists.

- Bless myself, why didn't you tell us

you moved in such exalted circles, Eve?

- I, uh, i've got
another surprise for you.

- An engagement ring?

Oh, Eve, come now.

- It's very beautiful.
Congratulations, Eve.

- Yes, i think we better go downstairs.

Come along.

You, uh, must forgive all this, uh,

cross-questioning, Karell,

but, uh, my daughter is very dear to me.

- I'm quite in sympathy

with what you are doing, Sir Humphrey.

And I hope what I've told
you has been satisfactory.

- Oh, yes, yes.

However, i'm in favour of
a fairly long engagement.

Let's get to know each
other better. Shall we?

- Looks as if the interview were over.

- Hmm. With no casualties.

- I hope he's not leaving.

- The way you've been watching him,

I know you two are going
to start talking shop.

- Uh, not going, Doctor?

- I'm afraid i must.

- Surely you have time for
another whiskey and soda.

I haven't had a chance
to get a word with you.

- All right.

- Let's go where we won't bore everybody.

- Well, i like that.

- (chuckling) You've only turned down

one medical crank for another.

- You know, i've been
quite anxious to meet you.

(liquid sploshing)
- Really?

- On account of the company you keep.

- What's so interesting about that?

- I'm one of van Bruecken's
profoundest admirers.

- I'm another. i was one of his students.

- You're to be envied.

By now, he must be
rather an old gentleman.

- Mentally, he is in his prime.

- His published theories

belong a little too far into the future

to be tried out now, i suppose.

Too many gaps to be filled in.

Or has he arrived at the point

where experiments on humans are in order?

- The doctor intends
to publish his findings

when he thinks proper.

That denies me the
privilege of doing it now.

- My, uh, hospital would be honored

to accord in the use of its facilities

for any preliminary surgical work.

- We have the operative
equipment for our present needs.

- At your home?

- Yes. Why not?

- Isn't it a little, well, irregular?

- Any suspicion of irregularity

in the conduct of Dr. van
Bruecken should be investigated.

- I'm being clumsy. i
should have said unorthodox.

- I'd rather think you'll
welcome that stigma.

- I'm afraid i bungled badly

and I'm merely trying to capture

some of the doctor's
glory for my hospital.

- (chuckles) Well, perhaps
I've been a bit sharp

in protecting his privacy.

However, it's getting quite late.

He doesn't like waiting for dinner.

- No.

- Well. Have you decided
who's the greater?

Dr. What's-his-name or
Dr. What's-his-name?

- I've been trying to get Karell

to introduce me to van Bruecken.

- Well, that's easy, isn't it?

- For you, possibly.

- Mm, i crashed the house.

- Perhaps i shall have to do the same.

- And now i really must go.

- I'll go to the door with you.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Good night.

- Well, what's your opinion of him?

- I don't know whether he
belongs in the annals of science

or Scotland Yard.
- What?

(footsteps tramping)

(telephone ringing)

- Scotland Yard, Garth speaking.

Uh-huh. Thank you.

Well, that's the information
I've been waiting for.

Karell is a regularly registered physician

and has been for five years.

He hasn't got much private practice,

but since he associates

with a man of van Bruecken's caliber,

I don't see what i can do for you.

- Well, I, i, i'm convinced

that any operating is to be
done in Karell's own house.

- Well, that's legal. He's a doctor.

- And he's been on a hunt
for discredited surgeons.

- But is he using one?

- Well, that i don't know.

- But, uh, why all the secrecy?

- What secrecy? Latimer
here knows about it.

- Oh, confound it, Ned,
i wouldn't have come here

if i hadn't known there
was something wrong.

- Well, you may be right

as regards the young man's eligibility

for the hand of your daughter,

but that isn't in the
province of Scotland Yard.

Not unless he's got a criminal record.

- How about getting his fingerprints?

- We can't take a man's fingerprints

just to find out if he'd
make a suitable son-in-law.

- I think i could manage to get them.

- Not being a professional
sleuth, i'm sure he can.

- All right Doctor, you bring them in

and we'll check them for you.

- Thank you, Inspector.

- Well, i'm sorry to go spilling

the family washing all over your office,

but, uh, come and have a
spot one day soon, Ned.

- Thank you, sir.

(intercom buzzes)

(pensive music)

(music intensifies)

(suspenseful music continues)

- What are you doing down here?

- There's something
uncanny about this place

that needs explaining. (panting)

- All right.

- Last night you doped my
food, and again this morning.

- Mild dose, just to keep you relaxed.

- Relaxed? Paralyzed
would be a better word.

And my door was locked.

- That's nothing to get so jumpy about.

You are a valuable man,
aren't you? Anything else?

- Just this, submitting myself
to science is one thing,

to a couple of maniacs, another.

- You have picked up
certain facts in that diary

beyond your present ability to understand.

They will all be clarified
for you after the operation.

- Suppose you find yourself a new subject?

I think you're both crazy!

(gentle suspenseful music continues)

- All right, get out.

You know what's waiting for you out there.

Which do you want?

Cheap disgrace or a chance to make good?

- But this diary's insane.

"In our coming experiment,

we shall push back the
barriers of death forever."

- I warn you, you are
fooling with knowledge

you are not prepared for.

- It's funny, the handwriting's
the same all the way back.

"1896 - Another failure. i'm
sure we're on the right track.

Van Bruecken's not so sure.

He being the younger, i
can still dominate him."

The younger?

"1906 - i recovered quite
quickly from the operation.

The other died."

So they used to die!

(somber dramatic music continues)

(pages rustling frenetically)

(Waters hyperventilating)

- You see, Julian? 1 warned you.

You must not use this drug again.

His heart won't stand it.

(somber music continues)

(doorbell ringing)

- Good morning, Karell.
- Oh, good morning.

- I told you I'd crop up.

- Yes. You are interested, aren't you?

- So much so that I have
a letter of introduction

to Dr. van Bruecken from
the, uh, home secretary.

- Oh, yes.

- I hope i haven't forgotten it.

- Oh, you won't need
it to meet the doctor.

- Well, that's nice because i ...

- But, uh, this morning

the doctor is not feeling
well and still sleeping.

- Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Then i'll just leave the
letter, provided i have it.

Stupid of me.

- Just post it.

When the doctors disposed to
see you, i'll telephone you.

- Then i won't keep you now.

- Your stick.
- Oh. Oh, did i drop it?

I, i thought i had it
on my arm. Thank you.

(traffic whooshing)

Back to Scotland Yard.

(Julian snaps fingers)

- This is the thumbprint of
the Breslow murderer Cornice,

taken at the scene of
his first crime in 1876.

No fingerprints of Cornice were found

in connection with the subsequent murders.

But have a look at this.

This thumbprint and the
one you previously saw

are from the same man.

This one is that of Julian Karell,

left on the walking stick
of Dr. Latimer this morning.

(light switch clicks)

- Well?

- (laughs) Quite a
coincidence, isn't it, eh?

It either wrecks the fingerprint system

or sweeps us back into the age of magic.

- And magic has no place in
the reasoning of Scotland Yard.

- If you discredit the fingerprint system,

you can discredit the mathematical system.

- How about you, Doctor?
We haven't heard from you.

- You mean a comparison of
these crimes has convinced you

they were all done by
the same, uh, Cornice?

- That is the opinion
of every criminologist

who knows about the case.

- Hmm.

When he committed his last
crime, this, uh, Cornice

must have been an old man, almost 90.

- Exactly.
- (chuckles) Oh, i see.

Really, don't let's lose
our heads over this thing.

- Yes, yes. That's quite true.

Tell me, if this Breslow
fellow had progeny,

wouldn't their fingerprints, uh-

- No, no. There can be no duplicates.

- Breslow. Breslow.

(snaps fingers) I've got it.
- Got what?

- This fellow Karell painted
a portrait of my daughter,

and an art expert said it reminded him

of a picture he'd seen
in a Breslow gallery,

painted over half a century ago.

- Hm.

- I'd like to see that portrait.

- Oh, why?

- Experts would know

if they were both painted by the same man.

- (laughs) My dear fellow,

why, Karell wasn't even
born when it was painted.

- Just the same, if the experts decided

they both were painted by the same man,

it would back up these fingerprints

and you'd have to believe in magic.

- Suppose you send it over, Sir Humphrey.

Just to amuse the inspector.

- Gentlemen, fingerprints don't lie.

I would rather believe this
man in Half Moon Street

was 90 years old and
five times a murderer.

Magic or no magic.

- (laughs) Well, i'm going somewhere

to find myself a sane whiskey and soda.

Come along Latimer.
- Mm.

- Where's that portrait going?

- The Scotland Yard, miss.

- Scotland Yard! By whose orders?

- From Sir Humphrey
Brandon to Inspector Garth.

- Oh.

- Yes, i was hoping she wouldn't see it.

- What in the world's going on?

Why is my portrait being
sent to Scotland Yard?

- Well, uh, Latimer and i
were having a little argument

and i have a strong
conviction that that portrait

is a copy of another one.

- Well, it's a common
enough practice. What of it?

- Well, it means that this Karell

is sailing under false colours, doesn't it?

- So you're sending it to
Scotland Yard to find out.

- That's it.

- Henry, can you talk sense?

- Well, Eve, we're, uh, in some doubt

about Karell.
- Why?

- Uh. We think you ought to drop him.

- Well, go on.

- That's about all for the present.

- Oh, that's all you have to say.

- Eve, you've got wind of
this sooner than we intended.

- Obviously.

- Although our suspicions
have been aroused,

just at present we can't explain.

All we ask is, uh-
- That i accept suspicions

so flimsy you don't
dare say what they are?

- Nebulous as they seem, we,
uh, think them sufficient.

- To drag Julian's reputation

and my portrait into Scotland Yard.

- It was, uh, drastic.

I haven't been able to sleep
all night thinking of it.

- If it's all a horrible
mistake, Eve, i'm responsible.

- How noble of you.

- But i'm not sure Karell
isn't mentally unbalanced.

- And so the fashionable Dr. Latimer

calls in the police to find out for him.

- Supposing Karell were
engaged in experimental work

of such a fantastic nature that
it bordered on the criminal.

- Is Dr. van Bruecken
fantastic and criminal too?

- He's very old.

- But he's been materializing
scientific dreams

that men of your caliber have
called fantastic and criminal

ever since he was young, hasn't he?

- Yes. But this one-

- Is also beyond your limited vision

because you haven't seen it vouched for

in some medical journal.

- (clears throat) Yes, dear.

Do you know what this experiment is?

- Of course i don't.

But i know what men are like who dare

and work to benefit humanity.

I've met one.

And this educated robot,
this stuffed shirt,

this conformer to little rules

laid down by the common
herd of jealous doctors,

why, the conceited impudence of him

to question the thinking and
courage of men like them.

Mentally unbalanced!

- Hm! Well, that's one
way of looking at it.

And not a bad one.

- Fingerprints don't lie.

- Why? Because some jackass
of an authority says so?

That's why i haven't got
a gallstone, i suppose.

Well, i feel it now.

- Any word from Paris?

- There's a telegram.

- Did you give Guthrie an injection?

(object clatters)
- No.

- Why not?

- I didn't like his respiration.

- Nonsense.

One more will keep him
quiet till Tranche arrives.

- One more may be fatal.

- Tranche is not coming.

- What?

- He doesn't dare enter England.

He says if you want the
operation, we have to go to Paris.

- What about calling
in this doctor Latimer?

- Are you quite mad?

- If you are so certain there
will be no more fatalities,

why shouldn't we call him in?

Latimer is the type of
man to take my place now,

and when i'm gone.

- Why should i share
the glory with another?

- Oh, now it's glory.

Used to be humanity.

Julian, what has changed you?

- We'll go to Paris, to Tranche.

I can keep going that long.

- You have decided to go to Paris?

- Yes.

- What will you do with that boy?

- I'll take him along
with us in an ambulance.

- He will die on the way.

- Then we'll get another.

- So, it has come to that.

- In this telegram to
Tranche i'm telling him

we are leaving for Paris tomorrow night.

- Julian. Julian!

- Well?

- Why don't we stop now

and submit our findings to the world

for what they are worth?

- When we're on the brink of
success. Why should i stop?

- Because you are no longer
working for science or humanity,

but only selfishly to carry on

the fraudulent youth
of one, Julian Karell!

(telephone ringing)

- Yes?
- Hello. Julian?

- Why, Eve. What is it, darling?

- [Eve] I can't tell
you over the telephone.

It's too important. I'll
be there in 10 minutes.

(receiver clicks)

- Is she coming here?

- Yes. She said it was
something important.

- You have something important
to say to her, Julian.

- What's that?

- Goodbye.

- Why? Because you are old
and tired and lost faith?

- How long do you hope
to hold this young woman

with your tawdry masquerading,

watching her growing old before your eyes

while you remain young?

- I'll keep her young with me.

- So you will tell her what you are?

- Yes.
- Now!

- There's no need of that.

- I see. i see.

You will wait till you
begin to disintegrate

and then you will tell
this healthy young woman

that she has been the
wife of a living mummy

and you will ask her to go on with you!

- That's enough!
- You pitiful ancient fool.

For 60 years you have been pushing back

Nature's barriers, God's barriers.

Right or wrong, you say you are going on.

Well, uh, it can't be done by a coward.

You've got to go on alone.

- You're right, Kurt.

I'll send her away.

(morose music)

- What does it all mean, Julian?

Why are you looking at me like that?

- Because i love you so deeply

that i can't tell you we must say goodbye.

- Julian!

- I can't make you happy.

- What is this mystery?

- In sending your
portrait to Scotland Yard,

your father and Latimer
were grasping at straws.

Latimer is right.

I have been engaged in experiments

which makes me, well ...

- Something out of the ordinary.
Fantastic, Latimer said.

And you'd never think of
giving it up, would you?

- I couldn't.
- Oh, that's why i love you.

Of course there's danger
with a man like you.

Danger to be shared.
The danger of a dream.

- Dream? you never asked
me what that dream was.

And i never dared to tell you.

- I'll ask you now.

- I always hated the idea
of wasting away, of death.

Not selfishly just for myself,

but for everyone, all the world.

- Is that what you're working on?

Never to grow old?
- That's it.

To remain always as you are this moment.

(gentle romantic music continues)

We are attempting to hold back
the aging of the human body.

Not for months or years,
but for incredible time.

- Julian. you don't mean-

- Who can tell?

But the others, they won't
call it the scientific dream.

They will call it madness.

- Oh, let them. i don't care.

I'll share your madness with you

because there's grandeur in it

and i have faith in you and love.

(sweeping romantic music)

(sweeping romantic music continues)

(car door thuds)
Goodbye, darling.

(kiss smacks)
- Until tomorrow.

(engine cranks)

(tense mysterious music)

What is it, Kurt?

What's happened?

(ominous music continues)

- The boy is dead.

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(ominous music continues)

We are not scientists anymore.

We are only murderers.

- And that's one life
to the end we are after

or a dozen.

- This fine young man had the
same right to live as you.

No matter who you are or
what you think you are doing.

- What we are doing
transcends everyday morality.

One of us had to face that fact.

You see, that's why we
have come so far together.

Almost to the portals of success.

You had the sublime conception

but i had the nerve to see through.

- I won't go on.

I won't go on.

1 won't go on.

I won't go on.

- You can't stop now. You
have to help me once more.

And we will have a funeral after.

Do you dare to deny the
world a boon like that?

You are an old man!

You dare to go to your grave
with that shame on your soul?

- You, you murderer.

- You'll go through it once more.

- I'll expose you first.

I'll, i will, i Will, will...

(dramatic music)

- I always knew what a weakling you were.

Ever since we started out as young men,

you are a coward, you always were.

Endowed with brains, but still a coward.

- You will commit no more murder!

(tense music)

(ominous music)

(music slows)

- It's all right. it's all right.

We'll get through somehow.

We must get rid of that boy's body.

- I say, there.

I'm looking for Julian Karell.

- I am he.

- I am Detective Inspector
Garth of Scotland Yard.

- Oh, how do you do?

You have come to see me at the
instigation of Dr. Latimer.

- Yes, but how did you know that?

- Oh, i fancied he would
go scuffling to see you.

I'm a little disappointed in Latimer.

However, won't you come inside, Inspector?

- Thank you.

(latch clicks)
- Inspector.

- After you.
- Oh, of course.

Professional caution.

- You alone?

- No, Dr. van Bruecken is asleep upstairs.

- You have a servant, i believe.

- Oh, yes. But i had
to give him a holiday.

He faints at the sight of blood.

(inspector chuckling)

- I am afraid you're having a
little fun because of my call.

- Let's hope we both find it amusing.

Cigarette?
- No, thank you.

- Of course.

I was once the victim of
a doped cigarette myself.

Do the same scripts prevent me

from offering you some sherry?

- For the moment, yes.

- I hope you're tolerant.
- i am, very.

I hope you are.

- Well. Cozy.

- Of course you know what i've come for.

- I presume to investigate
the surgical experiment plan

by Dr. van Bruecken and myself.

- In non-technical terms,

just exactly what is this operation?

- A simple exchange of glands

between a young man
and one slightly older.

Would you care to see our surgery?

- I would. After you.

- Hmm.

- A dangerous operation?

- No, not in my humble opinion.

- Who does the work, van Bruecken?

- We are still deliberating.

Has, uh, Scotland Yard any suggestion?

- None.

Who are the subjects?

- I myself shall be one.

- Really?

Who's the other one?

- A young scientist who, like myself,

prefers to remain anonymous.

In his case, i must withhold a name.

- I see.

In your previous experiments,

did you ever have any fatalities?

- Those were our last subjects.

(chimps chattering)

They look healthy.

- You are a man of great
daring, Dr. Karell.

- They are legion in
the history of science.

Does it require such
exceptional imagination

to know that such things are necessary?

- I believe they are, up to a point.

- And who is to say where that point lies?

We who take the risk, or Scotland Yard?

(doorbell ringing)

Shall we, uh, investigate
the bell together?

- Let's.

Come inside.

Have you ever seen this gentleman before?

- Oh, yes, sir. Drove him here one night.

Him and another young chap.
Picked 'em up on the embankment.

They was dripping wet.

Said they'd fallen in
the river. (chuckles)

- (chuckles) Yes, i
remember you quite well.

- Huh.

All right, you're can let Mr. Harris go.

- Oh, thank you, sir.
- Come on.

- Where's Guthrie?
- Guthrie?

- Last seen by that cabbie coming in here.

- Oh, that young man. He
called himself Waters.

He left the next morning.
- To go where?

- He said to his university.

- He's been missing for a whole week.

- Really? Well, he should come back.

I loaned him a fresh suit and, uh,

he left his evening clothes
here, which don't fit me.

- This cigarette case was
found on the Thames embankment.

It bears the initials A.G,,
which could be Alan Guthrie.

- (chuckles) Guthrie or Waters.

At no time during his stay here

was this young man considered

a potential guinea pig, Inspector.

- I see.

- Oh, yes.
- Search the house.

- Very good sir.

- Oh, if you are looking
for corpus delicti,

there's always the cellar.

- Suppose we wait in your study.

How old are you?
- 35. Why, do i look older?

- Not a day.

- Just in case you change your mind.

(bottle clacks)

- By the way, did you ever
hear of the Cornice case?

- No. Glandular?

- Hardly.

Cornice killed six men
at intervals of 10 years.

- He went around with a
habit like that for 60 years?

- Exactly.

- That must have been a strain

on the ingenuity of Scotland Yard.

- His victims were medical students.

We think that Cornice
used them for guinea pigs.

- Inspector, are you harboring the thought

that, uh, i'm following
Mr. Cornice's example?

- Not exactly. We have the
fingerprints of Cornice.

- Oh, yes.
- We have yours.

- Oh.

- They are identical.

- Not really.

That must shatter the confidence
in the fingerprint theory.

- It doesn't.
(footsteps clacking)

- No one in the house, Inspector,

except an old gentleman asleep upstairs.

- That would be, uh, Dr. van Bruecken.

- Oh, all right. You get back to the Yard.

- Very well, sir.

- Inspector, are you inferring
that i am Mr. Cornice,

around the age of 90?

- If you say i said so, i shall deny it.

Good night.

- Oh, Inspector, this
time i am following you.

- I don't care a hoot.

- I'll walk with you to the corner.

- [Ned] Well.

- Odious night, isn't it?

- Yes.

- Do you happen to know Delaney Spencer?

- Never heard of him.

- He probably will get a knighthood.

He saved a member of the Cabinet
from a nervous breakdown.

Did it entirely with a rest cure.

Oh, yes, here's where i have to leave you.

- That's a pity.

- A note for Latimer.

If you don't mind waiting,

I'm quite certain he will show to you.

- Good night.
- Good night, Inspector.

(playful mysterious music)

(frightening music)

(boat motor spluttering)

(dramatic music continues)

- Gimme a hand here, the anchor's stuck.

(music intensifies)

(morose ominous music)

- Yes, that's the same bloke
as i drove to Half Moon Street.

- Have a postmortem performed immediately.

Send some men to Half Moon
Street to pick up Karell.

- Yes, sir.

(ominous music continues)

(telephone ringing)

- Hello. Julian?

- We are leaving for Paris immediately/

Take only the essentials

and try to leave the house unobserved.

- No. No, Julian, i-

- Well, I'm not coming back to the house.

I may be watched.

Meet me at the Victoria Station,

not later than 10 o'clock
at the boat train.

(receiver clunks)

(doorbell ringing)

(papers crackling)

(dramatic music)

- They've gone. Use your skeleton key.

(sweeping dramatic music)

Here's the old fella.

Where's Karell?

- I've burned my life work.

Because no man is greater than God.

- Well the expert says beyond a doubt

the two were done by the same man.

And that one hung in the
Breslow Gallery for 50 years

before it was brought to London.

- What did i say?
(telephone rings)

- Hello? Yes, talking.

What? She's gone with Karell?

- I just found her note.

She's been gone an hour or more.

She's eloped to Paris with him.

This is terrible, Ned. You
must do something about it.

- Watch the boat trains.

You know Karell. Keep a
look out for the girl.

That portrait's a good likeness.

- [Announcer] Train leaving
for Dover from platform four.

(train chugging)

Train leaving for Dover
from platform four.

Train leaving for Dover
from platform four.

(passengers chattering faintly)

- Expecting anyone?
- Oh, darling.

Oh, i was so thrilled to get your message.

It's wonderful to be going with you.

- You are sure you want to go, Eve?

- I was never so sure
of anything in my life.

- Eh, porter.

- Yes, sir?
- Take that bag

to the boat-train gate

and wait for us.
- Yes, sir.

- Why the sudden change in plans?

- The newspapers have
gotten wind of my work.

I want to avoid a protest.

- Oh, so that's why we're going to Paris.

- Yes, it's under the name of Alice Evans.

Will you get them?
- Yes, darling.

But really i, i can't elope as Alice.

- I know, dear. Uh, I'll
meet you on the train.

I have to make a purchase.

(footsteps clattering)

- Uh, you have reservations on the 10:15

for Ms. Alice Evans.

- I'll see, Ms. Evans.

- I've forgotten my pad.
- I'm sorry, sir.

I can't give you those ingredients
without a doctor's order.

- But i am a doctor.

- Then you know the law.

- Look, i'm not well, i got to have it.

- There's a doctor in
the station. See him.

- There is no time, my train is leaving.

Oh, why are you being so
stupid? Don't you see i'm ill?

- I'm sorry.
- Ugh!

- Paper, extra paper. Read all about it.

Get the latest edition here.

Paper, extra paper. Read all about it.

Get the latest edition
here. Paper, extra paper.

- Your train's about to leave, sir.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye!

(whistle blowing)

- [Julian] Guard!

- You had better hurry, sir.

- Here he is now, miss.
- Oh, Julian.

(whistle blows)
(door thuds)

(train chugging)

I was afraid you'd missed it.

- [Julian] It's a long train.

- Miss Alice Evans will
be with you in a second.

(shade scraping)
(train clattering)

When do we reach Paris?

(train clattering)

When do we reach Paris, Julian?

Julian, are you ill?

- No, just tired. Did
you see van Bruecken?

- Why, no.

- He must have missed the
train. i'm worried about him.

(gentle mysterious music)
(train clattering continues)

- Darling, what's wrong?

- Nothing serious.

I couldn't get the prescription filled.

Would you get me a glass of water?

- Shall i see if there's
a doctor on the train?

- No. Just a glass of water, please.

(gentle mysterious music continues)

(music intensifies)

(dramatic ominous music continues)

(frenetic music)

(music intensifies)

(dramatic music continues)

(dramatic music continues)

(train clattering)

- What happened to the lights?
- Don't turn it on.

They are stabbing into my eyes.

(ominous music continues)

- Do you want the water?

- No, thank you.

- What's happened to you?

- Eve, don't dare leave me.

- I'll never leave you, dear.

What's happened to your hand?

- Oh, chemicals i have been working with.

- Well, you should wear-

(gentle suspenseful music continues)

- What were you saying?

- You should wear gloves.

(train clattering continues)

Julian, your work,

it's not just beginning.

It's been going on for
many years, hasn't it?

- Yes, for many years.

- Oh.

- And all that time i've been alone.

Growing more alone with
each succeeding year.

Standing still while those of my time

passed by and left me.

I wonder if you know what i mean.

- I think i do.

- If you do, you understand
how much i need you.

For when you came, all that loneliness

burst into a flame and grew into a love

as deep as the endless years
I've been waiting for you.

(sweet gentle music continues)

Perhaps i sought too much.
Perhaps this is the end.

- I'll always be with you.

- No, van Bruecken was right.

I must go on alone.

- Dreams can't die. Nor love.

Our dream and our love

will go hand-in-hand forever.

(Eve gasps softly)

(sweet gentle music continues)

- Our wedding ring.

I am going, my love.

- Where?

- Out of your life,

still following our dream.

- Julian, you'll live in my heart.

Always.

(brakes squeak)
(train clatters)

- Look in all the carriages.

(tense dramatic music)

(music intensifies)

- What's that, O'Hara? See who that is.

(music intensifies)

(onlooker screams)

(onlookers chattering)
- Stand back, please.

Back up. Back up.

(ominous music continues)
(onlookers chattering)

(officer speaks faintly)

(onlookers chattering continues)

- What happened out there?
- Some old gent dropped dead.

Heart, i think.

Take your seats, please.

- Will you get my bag?
- Certainly.

(whistle blows)

- Aren't you going, miss?

(whistle blowing)
- Sometime.

(gentle music continues)

- [Narrator] That which
alone endures on Earth

is the spirit in which man faces his fate.

This he passes on to his fellow man.

(dramatic music crescendos)

(dramatic music concludes)