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Mummy!

Volume lI, Chapter 12.

"Men have before hired bravos
to transact their crimes,

"while their own person
and reputation sat under shelter."

BarthoIomew, feed the horses
and don't leave the carriage.

- You will eat here.
- Yes, Madam.

- Good evening.
- Don't touch it, it's fragile.

- Please, come in.
- Good evening, Poole.

- No, l'll keep it, it's fragile.
- It's so warm in here.

It's a gift, something very precious.

I can guess.
Most certainly a Venetian mirror.

You're mistaken, Poole.
Quite mistaken.

Don't climb so fast, you'll fall.

No, Mother. Never!

First of all, say helIo
to your mother-in-Iaw.

Yes, Mother.

Henry, Fanny is here.

Henry!

Haven't you finished yet?

Henry? It's me.

It was wrapped up with care.

- Vermeer van Delft!
- My daughter's dowry.

A marvel!

- My dearest...
- I love you.

- These slippers hurt.
- Don't exaggerate, Vicky.

Ladies and gentlemen,
if you care to follow me:

the golden book is at your disposal.

I love you.

- He's looking.
- Who?

Your pater.

Fanny!

I'Il let her in,
we'll have the whole night for us.

AlI night! Τill dawn?

- A whole night of pleasure.
- Yes, till dawn.

Dreadful weather!
l'm freezing.

Tomorrow the weather will improve.

Congratulations, Madam.
Congratulations!

Congratulations, Miss.
What unbridled joy!

Truly a transcendental engagement.

I've already bought
your magnificent book, Doctor JekylI.

I'd like to see the face
of your opponents.

Doctor Lanyon has not arrived yet?

- Did you read it already?
- Obviously.

l'm going to read it
for the second time.

After this, of course.

Are you encouraging me
to write novels?

A love story?

Thank you, Doctor Lanyon.

Good evening.

- Long live peace, Doctor.
- The armistice, Reverend.

Thank you for having kept it for me.

May I?

Me, too?

Very good, Vicky!

Congratulations, Madam.
Your left hand was perfect.

A great performance!

Let's leave poetry,
and go to the prosaic table.

Without prose
it is hard to appreciate poetry.

In the Bible it is written...

Please stand back,
there is nothing to see.

According to Kant,
we are free individuals,

independent from phenomena.

In his system, time and space
are transcendental concepts.

In the language of Scholasticism,
"transcendence" means

an elevation of man over all categories

and qualities susceptible
of being general.

Your reference to scholasticism
is regrettable, dear Doctor.

lt is impossible to detach
transcendental elements from knowledge.

It is unthinkable to study our faculties
in metaphysical terms.

Only charlatans assert that they know
how to transform sand into gold.

No, thanks.

We are no longer in the Middle Ages,
my friend.

After us science is neither aprioric
nor aprioristic.

Nature doesn't make mistakes.

The general laws of the organism
don't tolerate metaphysical connections.

Excuse me... "Don't tolerate
metaphysical connections?"

Dr Lanyon, how do you explain illnesses
healed in a transcendental state?

A state elsewhere
than the tangible world.

Miracles always take place
when we're not there.

Don't you think that this sentence
is enough to answer your question?

CertainIy not. And if you ask me
it is a bit too simplistic.

The easiest way...
is to believe... to be a beIiever.

For you atheism
is the height of courage.

In today's society
it takes great courage.

You are a minority, but,
thank God, it is the majority who decides.

Politics and religion
are sensitive issues.

Why don't we speak about books?

Yes. What about books?

Your book...

Your theory is absurd,
dear Doctor Jekyll...

Not even you believe
in transcendental medicine.

You would like to reach the alchemic goal,

by using modern scientific results
obtained by others.

Don't you think?

You are wrong, dear Doctor.

l'm the best witness to know
how long Henry stays in his laboratory.

Dark, full of smoke
and noxious vapours...

You don't act like that if you're
not convinced by a superior idea.

Doctor Jekyll is not a thief.

Fanny, please...

Don't take a serious business discussion
for a petty feud.

You are cruel, Doctor.

Maybe, but thinking of a surgeon
who hurts in order to save...

Yes, the operation was successful,
the patient died.

We published this book in the conviction

that it will open new paths
in our country.

It isn't a compromise, you know,

it's a true revelation.

Maybe.

Lighting a cigar,
taking a puff of smoke,

this makes admitting failure easier.

CertainIy not. Certainly...

Maybe in future we will have
the proof. l hope.

Once more l want to stress that
transcendental medicine and chemistry

aren't mutually exclusive.
I assure you.

Chemistry
doesn't condition our bodies.

It helps our bodies

to reach a state
where they can receive grace.

Amen.

Our dancer is sleepy.

Cigar smoke and lack of oxygen:
this is the result.

The poor girl has rehearsed all week
to dance tonight.

Take her to bed in the pink bedroom.

Poole, fetch the key to the pink bedroom
and make the bed for Miss Victoria.

The management and suppIy of
a modern laboratory,

l stress "modern", requires
considerable efforts on my behalf.

Mr Maw can confirm how many
chemical products Poole has bought

for his master's laboratory.

Certainly.
I delivered to Doctor JekyIl

many kilos of
chlorodezicarbonoxigeniferum,

Four and a half kilos of mercury.

And this without taking into account
his last order.

And Mr Maw will once more confirm
that this costs a small fortune,

that now is flowing in the waters
of the river Τhames,

after the failure of many experiments.

Do you think I so easily throw money
into the water, Doctor?

Do you think I am just playing
with chemistry in my lab?

I no longer am
a chemistry professor.

It's three years since I retired.

Rest assured, my dear colleague,

that I will stop my experiments
only when you're totally convinced

that transcendental chemistry
isn't a threat to empiricism.

On the contrary, it's an experience

that alIows to open the path
to transcendence.

Stop making war to each other,

only peace assures progress.

Bravo, General! Bravo!

To protect her from the flies.

Not even a military march
would wake her up.

Adorable child!

- l hope they are alI stiIl there.
- Yes, sir.

Dinner's finished,
but coffee hasn't been served yet.

Doctor, excuse my harsh words,
but our friendship has to stay intact.

lt's better to have a honourable
adversary than to hear flattering,

but suspicious words.

I think that sometimes
we need to be flattered,

there are moments
when lies are beneficial.

- Here's a new therapy.
- New?

- lt's the oldest in the world.
- Dear Fanny...

You are a monster,
an incredibly deformed creature,

the very incarnation of ugliness.

That's enough, General!

It shortens my long winter evenings.

In fact I already wrote two novels.

One with 300 pages, the other with 600,
but it can easily be abridged to 450.

- Do you already have the titles?
- Of course.

The title for the first one is:
The Tale of Tod Lapraik.

As for second one, the 600 page novel:
Olalia the Lonely.

- A Iove story?
- Not at all.

No women among the characters.

Friendship yes, but not love.

A seven- or eight-year-old girl,
pretty, blonde.

We haven't identified her.
I found her doll by her side,

together with a broken stick.

she was hit with
extraordinary strength.

There's no need to hit a child so hard.

Show me.

- Her dress was torn?
- Obviously he wanted to rape her.

Thank God, he didn't succeed.
lt's terrible!

He didn't manage to undress her totally.
Her virginity is intact.

She will certainly recover,
but she is still unconscious.

Our Police!

Everybody knows that
London is very poorly lit.

My parliamentary commission
has spent six years

battling to get extra street lights.

- ls there a doctor in the ambulance?
- Yes, a doctor from the city hospital.

We'll read it tomorrow
in the newspapers.

Even if they don't ask me,
I'll personally take care of this business.

Sorry if I disturbed you...

Pregnant Woman Reading a Letter
by Vermeer van Delft.

A present from Lady Osbourne to Henry,
the fiancé of her daughter Fanny.

I know all Vermeer's paintings,
but I never saw this one.

For 200 years, this painting was hidden
in the basement of Glasgow's town halI.

- Where did you buy it, Mrs Osbourne?
- At an auction.

- What was its initial price?
- 23,000.

WonderfuI!

The triumph of mankind.

What was the Iast price?

What an impertinent question!

- The perplexity of science.
- Exactly.

- Transcendence.
- Fanny!

Transcendence? Yes, you're right.

The seventh month of pregnancy.

l accept the job,
but refuse to write the text.

- Τhe text is ready.
- Would you like to show it to me?

l thought notaries
preferred holograph wiIls.

That's right.

"I, Henry Jekyll, doctor of medicine,
doctor of civil law,

"specialist in forensic medicine,

"member of the Royal society,
decide that, in case I die,

"all my belongings will go to my friend
and benefactor, Edward Hyde.

"signed: Dr Henry Jekyll."

I've never had the pleasure
of meeting Mr Edward Hyde.

No, but I'll certainly introduce him
to you soon.

I understand
Mr Hyde is your friend,

but Miss Osbourne, your future wife,

Mrs Jekyll, your mother,
and all your servants...

I hope you haven't forgotten them.

No, I'm not selfishIy forgetting them,
nor am I trying to trick them.

The distribution of my belongings
to all my dears

will be carried out by Edward Hyde

according to a separate contract.

He won't betray me,
I swear on my own body.

l completely trust you
and wish you to Iive to 1 00 years.

1 00 years? Thank you.

And among Henry's new acquisitions,
a very rare piece:

this 1 3th century helmet.

- The beauty of terror.
- The calculation of colIective fear.

- The work of an evil artist.
- Or of an angel artist.

If we admit that weapons
are made to defend virtues.

Unluckily people's virtues
are so contradictory.

The love your son has for
uncommon and beautiful things

gave me the idea during my most recent
expedition in the Dark Continent

to bring back this object.

In honour of this engagement.

Thank you, General.

Beautiful and functional.

It's also dangerous:
the arrows are poisoned.

Be careful,
especially with the arrowhead.

The dye that impregnates them,

although a century old,
is still deadly.

This is what I've been toId.

No fear, no fear...

ClearIy, you aren't observant, Madam.

I touched the arrow with my forefinger,
but I licked my middle finger.

Henry!

Doctor Jekyll isn't
as faithful as you imagine.

What do you mean?

Doctor Jekyll isn't
as faithful as he seems.

Henry!

You mustn't confuse arrows from sudan
with arrows from Egypt.

What's the difference?

The former causes pain,
the latter doesn't.

That's Fanny!

What's going on?

We mustn't waste time.

Dr Lanyon, Mr Enfield and Mr Maw,
Mr Guest, save Miss Victoria.

Poole, take the ladies to a room
and watch over them.

Yes, sir.

Enfield!

- After you.
- l'm not armed, General.

Find yourself a weapon.
Get a sword from the colIection.

Are you still hesitating?
Go and carry out my orders.

- Are you sleeping?
- The telephone line has been cut off.

- send one of the servants to the police.
- Yes, sir.

Henry!

They opened the window
on the ground floor.

Show me!

- What a disgrace! In our house!
- lt's not your fault.

You're aIive, l'm so happy.

Did they hurt you?

Yes.

- It's not serious.
- Yes, it will heal.

Aim at the head. Again!

Stop!

Misfortune foIlows misfortune.

An innocent man has just been killed.

Killed? Who?

We killed your coachman, Madam.

BarthoIomew died?

I'm terribly sorry.

I know it's something terrible but...

This is war.
It's like being at war.

The soIdiers shoot
and the Lord guides their bulIets.

Dr Jekyll, go downstairs immediately,

have the poor man resuscitated
or certify his death.

Where?

In the courtyard.

Mr Enfield, go with the doctor.

Is he bleeding?

Bring cotton wool with you.

Henry, take this. It's cold outside.

No, I'm not cold.

- Please, Henry.
- Don't insist, Mother.

Our Father who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come.

Go to the police and teIl them
to hurry up and surround the house.

- What time is it?
- Twenty past midnight.

I'll be back in an hour.

"...laceration of the hymen.

"Full stop.

"The vagina
originally ten centimetres long

"and two centimetres wide,

"widened and broken
by the penis of an animal...

"with a diameter of six centimetres

"and about thirty centimetres long.

"The labia majora and minora,
comma,

"the vestibule and the clitoris

"are crushed and lacerated.
FuIl stop."

Go and hide yourselves.

Get in there, and Iock the door.

Stay there until I tell you.

Charlotte, where are you?

Close the doors immediately!

Charlotte, go to your room.

To your room!
Do you understand?

Hurry up.

Are you bleeding?

Give me some water.

- There isn't any.
- something liquid.

Perfume?

Perfume and a cloth.

Hide yourself.

Don't come any further
or I'll shoot.

Shoot if you still have a bullet!

Shoot!

Shoot! Do you hear me?

Don't kill me.
I was just doing my duty.

I'm just Dr Jekyll's guest.
Don't kill me.

Next door there are
some beautiful women.

I know where the doctor
keeps his money... Mercy...

You will see things that
no-one dared to show you.

Step on them! step on them!

Spit on them!
Crush your general's medals!

Spit on them! Spit on them!

You thought you could trick me.

There are no secrets with me,
maybe just one.

Don't try to move.

See, she's not defending herself.

Your daughter's ready.

You travelled during your career
as a highly qualified soldier,

but you never went this far.

You'lI go to paradise soon,
old man.

Look.

Look over there.

Come! Come!

Come!

Look at your daughter, Daddy.

PIease, look, Daddy.

Scoundrel!

Get him.

Mr Maw, Mr Guest... follow him.

- General...
- Who is it?

Mr Enfield, the publisher.

Untie your father, Miss.

Why are you standing there like that?

I'm scared.

You're scared of me, your father?

You want to punish me?

I would never touch you,
I give you my word for that.

Help!

Lie on the machine!

Doctor, Mr Maw needs help.

Would you Iike something
to make you feel better?

No, thanks, I don't need anything.
l've aIready taken all I need.

No, you need this.

Take it with some gin or whisky
or even on its own.

Go on, swallow it.

Good!

The coachman's heart beat
for 20 minutes before his last breath.

- A rare phenomenon.
- TerribIe! Where is Mr Maw?

Come! Come to the first floor.

Another rape... by some homosexual.

A completely morally depraved person.

Where is he now?

He certainly likes to hide
to remember his latest crime

and to anticipate his next one.

He's a sick person.

What is it? The door is open?

He went that way.

The butler!

Close the door.

Dead.

The sword.

We sent him to the police.

Did he die before or after his mission?

CertainIy before.

Is he still alive?

Thank God!

His belly is perforated.

The criminal's penis is excessively
long and pointed. Isn't it?

Yes, according to Lanyon.

Who is it?

- Who is it?
- lt's me, Reverend Guest.

Any news?

A letter for you...

from Dr Jekyll.

"Dear Fanny, it will be impossible
for us to meet tonight.

"Don't try to reach me.
Wait for me to get in touch.

"I'll write to you."

We are preparing the evacuation.

Were the sIeeping pills effective?

I refused them.

So, didn't you sleep?

sleep now?
It would be suicide.

Don't force me, Reverend.

I need to ask you something, Miss.

What?

Some black thread...

and a needle.

Of course... one moment.

Thank you.

I'm coming!

- Bring Miss Victoria something to drink.
- l'll call the General.

No, he's resting.

Where is Dr Jekyll?

Go to Miss Victoria.

After the General failed,
I took over the command.

- Do you understand?
- Yes.

- Go quickly.
- And pray.

Yes, hatred.

Hatred...

Dr Jekyll?

Doctor? Doctor?

- UnIess he...
- What?

I don't know...

FulI of remorse because of the
responsibility towards his guests...

You think he committed suicide?

- lt isn't impossible.
- l hear him.

He is waking up.

Open up, Doctor.

I think we should break the door open.

That could wake up the ladies.

They are still
under the effect of morphine.

Did you give them morphine?

Under certain circumstances,
I am aIlowed to.

Open up!

Henry?

No! No!

- No!
- Quiet, bitch!

Quiet, bitch!

Henry!

Henry, no! No!

Don't you want to play?

A scalpel! Are you a surgeon?

Henry!

Kneel!

Take out of your pocket the manuscript
Dr JekylI gave you.

- The manuscript? I don't understand.
- No?

I am Edward Hyde.

Hyde? It's you!

Did you think the heir of Dr Jekyll's
fortune would look different?

It will never be you,
because only I am Henry's favourite.

Let's not waste time...

The truth machine...

Come here.

- Do you recognise this cane?
- Yes.

- Do you recognise it?
- Yes.

- Do you recognise it?
- Yes!

PIease, stop!

You recognise it. You recognise it.

Stop!

You dared steal my cane.

I found it in the street.

I'll kill you.

lt is Dr JekylI's cane,
doctor of medicine, doctor of law,

and Member of the Royal society.

And I am his benefactor
and friend Edward Hyde.

Henry!

Henry, it's me, Fanny.

My dream is to see you die.

It's not true.

It's you, l recognise you.

My wish is to see you dead.

I won't die. I am your love.

You know that.

You are a brave man.

I love you and want to
give you pleasure.

You have broken your word.

- she doesn't Iisten.
- Ah, the GeneraI!

You are crazy!

No, I'm not crazy, I'm in love.

Go and join your father.

You must respect your general.

Do you want to kill me?

- To the piano, quick!
- My fingers hurt.

You are lying.

l could play a waltz
or maybe a military march.

You think you are dealing
with a weak woman.

Murderer!

You will be punished for your crimes.

The queen won't show any mercy.

She knows what a son means
to his mother.

I am going to crush you, old hag.

Give me my child back.
Henry, help!

Stop immediately!

At your service, Dr Lanyon.

It's true, I committed crimes,
but you commit them in your dreams.

- Not another word.
- Want to shoot? see these hands?

They made your friend,
Dr Jekyll, disappear.

Dr Jekyll?

Before leaving,
he Ieft a message for you.

Where is it?

Where I saw it last time:
in his apartment.

Let's go.

Henry!

Henry?

It's not you.

They've stolen the key, too.

Where is his message?

In the phonograph.

- Do you know how to make it work?
- Yes.

Dear Lanyon,
you are one of my oldest friends,

and although sometimes
we didn't agree on scientific issues,

I can't remember
any flaw in our relationship.

Lanyon, my life, my honour, my mind,

they are all in your hands.

If you don't help me tonight,

I will be lost.

Carry on.

I wish you let into my apartment
a man who will come on my behalf.

You will give him
five grams of solicor,

a rare substance that isn't on sale.

My supply of solicor ended,
and I'm in great need.

But I know you will fulfil my request.

If you send me the solicor my troubles
will vanish like in a dream.

Fulfil my request
and save your friend Henry Jekyll.

That's really Dr Jekyll's voice.

He's gone crazy.

- Where is he now?
- The solicor can save him.

Calm down! Calm down!

Sit down!

I beg your pardon.

Here's the solicor.

This is all I have.

AlIow me...

Now you will be introduced to
a new domain of knowIedge.

I am listening to you,
but you are not at alI convincing.

As you please, Lanyon,
but remember your oath.

What you are about to see
is protected by professional secrecy.

And now you who hold so dear
the most materialistic theories,

you who despised the virtues
of transcendental medicine,

you who mocked your superiors,

watch.

It's not you.

You died, Henry.

You live, Fanny.

It hurts.

The arrow...

It's you who wounded me.

You told me
you wanted to see me die.

It wasn't me who said that.

Which of you is it now?

A hypocrite?

My two faces
are both absolutely honest.

It's me when I refuse the constraint
and dive in vice,

and it's aIways me
when l work publicIy

to acquire the knowledge
of how to alleviate suffering and pain.

Henry, your body seems to me too weak

to resist to a similar
expenditure of energy.

I am conscious about my body.

Each experience
costs me five years of life.

But l know that I lose controI
of my original and superior self,

to identify with
my subordinate and inferior self.

These are Lanyon's curses.

It's not Lanyon, it's me.

And I'm acting on my own
for my own pleasure.

l'm the first one
who can look people in the face

thanks to my indisputable reputation

and the next minute, as a schooIboy,
let go of my inhibitions

and dive in the ocean of freedom.

No!

Let go of me.

Don't go. No!

No! I beg you!

There's no coming back from there.

No, come back. No!

We don't have any more solicor!

I experience hatred and fear!

Mother!

Fanny, my daughter.