All language subtitles for Mary.Reilly.1996.720p.BluRay.x264-PSYCHD-English

I'm not going to bite you.

I'm sorry, sir.
You gave me a fright.

You're up very early.

I'm generally up by 5:00, sir.
Otherwise I get behind.

I used to be able to stay up all night
and suffer no ill effects whatsoever.

Oh, well.

Those scars.

Would you mind
if I examine them?

It's a purely
professional curiosity.

I don't really like to talk about them,
sir, if it's all the same to you.

There are some
on your neck as well.

They look almost
like teeth marks.

Yes, sir,
that's what they are.

Mary, you'll find an eel
in the fish pantry.

Fetch it in for me,
will you?

It's alive!

Warmth of your hands,
that'll be, revived him.

Put him here.

Difficult buggers
to kill, is eels.

Now, keep hold of its tail.

Go on. Don't be soft.

Fetch the skinners.

- What's the matter with you?
- I'm all right.

- You're as white as a sheet.
- Sorry.

Well, fetch us that
big saucepan off the range.

What's he do out there
on his own all those hours?

He's after something.
I don't know.

Last year he used to give weekly
lectures in that operating theater.

He had patients,
like a regular doctor.

- And he just stopped?
- Just like that.

From one day to the next.

Perhaps he's looking
for a cure for something.

Yes. For what ails him,
if he's got any sense.

Shall I leave the candle a while,
or do you want to sleep?

I always want to sleep.

I can't understand why it takes
so much effort to look after one man.

I don't mind hard work.

I do.

I've been in service since I was 12,
and this is the best place I've had.

He's a kind man, the doctor.
Anyone can see that.

If he was that kind,
he'd let me sleep until 6:00.

Good night, then.

I feel safe here, is all.

Good morning, sir.

Mary, this is most welcome.
I'm ravenous.

I'm pleased, sir.

- I wasn't sure I should wake you.
- Why?

You can't have had much sleep, sir.
I heard you come in not three hours ago.

Last night I came to the end
of a very long journey.

For months now
I have been engaged...

in the driest kind of study.

But last night
all the barriers fell before me.

I have made a great breakthrough.

I'm very happy to hear it, sir.

Yesterday as I was passing,
I looked into the library...

and there you were
with your nose in a book.

I had no idea
you were able to read.

I'm very sorry, sir.

You are most welcome to borrow
any book of mine that takes your fancy.

No. I wouldn't want the other servants
to think I was getting above myself.

No. I can't eat any of this.

- I'll ask Mrs. Kent to coddle some eggs.
- No, that's all right.

Are you quite sure you don't want
to tell me how you got those scars?

I'm sorry. I won't ask you again.
Leave the tray.

Would you ask Poole...

to organize the removal of that
to my cabinet?

Yes, sir.

I hope you haven't been making
a nuisance of yourself, Mary.

No, sir. The doctor
was just telling me...

he wants his mirror
moved to his cabinet.

Can you account
for why the master...

chose to issue these
instructions through you?

No, sir. Except I told him
I'd heard him coming in late last night.

You did what?

You were in the master's bedroom
some considerable time.

What else did he say to you?

We talked about doing something
with the garden.

The garden?

It's gloomy out there.
I thought we could plant a flower bed.

Who's going to do all this?

I would. I don't mind.

Aren't we finding
enough work for you?

I could do it
on my afternoons off.

My last place in the country--

We're familiar with your
reminiscences, Mrs. Kent.

The master used to send for one
of the housemaids every morning, 9:00...

regular as clockwork.

In the end,
she fell in the family way...

and was dismissed
without a reference.

I often wonder
what become of her.

I expect now she entertains gentlemen
all hours of the day.

- Bradshaw.
- Yes, Mr. Poole?

Save your breath
to cool your porridge.

Yes, Mr. Poole.

What are you doing?

Mr. Poole doesn't allow me
in the theater, sir.

- Does he not?
- Mirror's in place, sir.

Thank you.

Mary tells us you've been holding
a discussion with her about the garden.

Remind me what conclusion
we arrived at, Mary.

Flower beds there...

and at the corners...

and a herb garden
here by the kitchen.

The very thing.

Just what we need.

Oh, Poole, would you gather the staff
in the dining room at about 6:00?

- I have an announcement to make.
- Sir.

As I'm sure you're all aware...

the pressure of my work has
increased considerably of late.

Consequently, I have decided
to take on an assistant.

His name is Mr. Edward Hyde...

and I intend to give him
the run of the house.

Of course, as a rule,
he will come and go...

by the side door
of my laboratory.

But when he does have
the occasion to step over here...

I trust you will treat him with the same
respect that you've always shown me.

You may rely on it.

Will the gentleman
be taking his meals here, sir?

Not as a rule, no.

There really is
no cause for concern.

He is a quite remarkable
young man.

He's a solitary one,
isn't he, the doctor?

A year or two back
he used to have dinner parties.

- Then he just stopped.
- Shame.

Oh, no.
Best thing ever happened.

Think of the washing up.

And he's never had any sort of...
a lady friend?

Never a woman stepped
in the front door.

Not since I've been here.

- Strange.
- Bradshaw says he goes to houses.

What?

Bradshaw says
he goes to houses.

What do you mean?

You know.

Houses.

I can't believe that.

You best get off if you're going.
I'll finish up here.

Thanks.

Sir?

Yes?

It was very good of you, sir,
to back me up about the garden.

Yes, I think I did rather well.

Mr. Poole questioned me
so closely about...

why I was so long
with you this morning.

It was the only excuse
I could think of.

So, thank you.

Are you sure he's not out on the landing
right now, the virtuous Poole?

No, sir.
He's gone to bed.

I thought, if you would like
to examine these scars--

Come here.

Raise your sleeve.

These go very deep.

Did they never affect
the use of your fingers?

I couldn't move my thumb for a while,
but it gradually came back to working.

Does it still
cause you any pain?

Gives me a bit of gyp when the weather's
damp. Otherwise it's right as rain.

What did this?

Come.

Sit down.

- No, sir.
- I insist.

- Something to drink, perhaps?
- No, sir.

So, how did it happen?

It was a punishment, sir.

You done that on purpose,
didn't you?

No, sir.

What do you think?
I'm made of money?

You careless little bitch.

I'm going out now, Mary,
to see what I can find.

He was gone some time.

He had a strange way of walking,
not exactly a limp.

But his footsteps--

Well, I always
knew it was him.

It was like...

every step was calling my name.

Are you still there, Mary?

I found you something
to keep you company.

We wouldn't want you
getting lonely now, would we?

Was it a rat?

Yes, sir.

He knew the way
I felt about them.

He knew I couldn't abide
even the idea of them.

And he knew,
sooner or later, it was--

Going to bite its way through.

Bite its way through.

Where was your mother
all this time?

She was working.

She never got home till late.

She took me away
that very night...

tried to decide
what to do for the best...

and thought I'd be safest
if she put me into service.

What happened to him?

I never seen him again
from that day to this.

It is a terrible story, Mary.

I can see why you were
so reluctant to tell it to me.

Thank you for...

being so candid.

I shan't forget it.

I must go to my laboratory.
There's something I need to do.

You're up early
this morning, sir.

As a matter of fact, I didn't
go to bed at all last night.

- You've been out, by seeing your shoes.
- Yes. I needed some fresh air.

I was thinking a great deal about
the story you told me last night.

You must have really
hated your father.

I don't know, sir.

Surely he was a monster.

When I was little and he was in work,
he wasn't so bad then.

It was the drinking
that did it.

You think
it was only the drink?

The drink turned him
into a different man.

A different man?

He even looked different.

What do you mean?

It was like he carried
another person inside him...

and the drinking
brought him out.

Or maybe set him free.

I'd like you to do something for me
in strictest confidence.

I want you to deliver
this letter.

I expect you know
where that is.

There'll be no reply
other than a yes or a no.

- Very good, sir.
- You'll do it then?

If you want me to, sir.

Thank you, Mary.

Haven't you ever wished for
a completely new life, Mary?

No, sir.
What good would that do?

Suppose you were able to do
absolutely whatever you wanted...

with no consequences
and no regrets.

Then what?

I don't believe there is such a thing
as actions without consequences.

Strictly speaking,
I've no vacancies at the moment.

We might be able to come
to some particular arrangement.

- Are you Mrs. Farraday?
- Who wants to know?

I have a letter
from Dr. Jekyll.

- Harry Jekyll, eh?
- Are you--

Yes, I'm Farraday.
Keep your wool on. Come inside.

Dear old Harry.
Ever the good Samaritan.

Not required in
the House of Commons, Sir Danvers?

I imagine they can rub along
without me this once, Mrs. Farraday.

And vice versa,
I shouldn't wonder.

Sir Danvers is one of our most
prominent spokesmen on foreign affairs.

- Aren't you, Sir Danvers?
- You're too kind, Mrs. Farraday.

Got any questions
on any sort of exotic customs...

Sir Danvers is your man.

Well, perhaps
I've been a bit hasty.

No, no. She's not even
an apprentice. Not yet.

Oh, pity.

- Mary!
- Yes?

I look forward to meeting you
in due course.

You rub along for as long
as you like, Sir Danvers.

Or as long as you can manage.

I'll say this for Harry Jekyll:
He may ask for a few special services...

but he doesn't mind
paying top whack.

So I'm to say
your answer is yes?

My answer's always yes.

I have my obligations, tell him.

It'll take me a week to clear out
the present tenant, then another week...

to make these alterations
he's asking for.

Then his assistant
can move in.

Can't say I've ever noticed him
in need of any assistant.

Well?

She said yes, but she said
she needs two weeks to get it ready.

Hard on my young man.

No hardship to stay away
from that place.

He's robust enough, and he needs to live
within easy reach of the hospital.

- Where is he living at the moment?
- Why do you ask?

No one in the house
has seen him.

He comes and goes during the night.
Now I think that will be all.

- I've seen him!
- Yes, he just crossed the bridge.

But I couldn't really
make him out.

What was he like?

He moves funny.

Not so much a limp.

More of a shuffle.

And he's sort of stooped.

- Did you see his face?
- No.

Just his eyes.

He came out of the dark...

like he was made of it.

- What's this, the mother's meeting?
- No, Mr. Poole.

Come here.

Closer.

Closer.

What am I going to do with you?

You should have no trouble
cashing this.

I think we've had enough
excitement for one evening.

Close the door behind you.

My lord, sir,
what have you done?

- It's all right.
- Is it broken?

No, it's only a sprain.
I shall need helping into the house.

Shall I fetch
your assistant?

What? I'm sor--

What did you say?

I thought I heard him...

moving around
the house last night.

If he were there, do you suppose he'd
leave me to crawl out here on my own?

I'm sorry, sir.

If you'll allow me
to lean on you...

I'm sure the thing
can be accomplished.

You've been working too hard, sir.
I'm not surprised you had an accident.

- What's going on?
- The master's had an accident.

Why didn't you come for me?

Hold your tongue. Go upstairs
and light the bedroom fire. Bradshaw.

I was out late last night.
I must have...

somehow put my weight on it.

Dr. Jekyll is all too
benevolent an employer.

So it falls to me
to draw attention to occasions...

when I feel members of the household
are failing in their duties.

It is also my task,
may I remind you...

to dismiss those staff who
persistently overstep the mark.

Yes, sir.

Have you any idea
to what I may be referring?

It was not my place
to advise the master not to work.

Quite so. Now help me on
with my Ulster.

The master requires certain
supplies from the chemist.

Naturally, we're all concerned
when Dr. Jekyll is unwell.

We are hardly likely
to improve his condition...

by drawing attention to our own
entirely insignificant opinions.

You must be aware there are
a great many young women...

in straitened circumstances
who could fill your position...

and observe a few
elementary regulations.

Remember that.

- Mary.
- Yes, sir?

When we had our talk, you refused
to say you hated your father.

I don't.

Why not?

He put a dark place in me,
and I can't forgive him for that.

But it's part of me now,
and how can I regret what I am?

Though it often makes me sad.

Oh, well, sadness, yes.

That can't be helped.

That comes in like the tide.

I know you're afraid of rats.
You told me.

But what else
are you afraid of?

I don't know, sir.

Bad dreams.

- I see.
- Confined spaces.

Yes, of course.

But what you're saying is,
you're never afraid of yourself.

I didn't say that.

You are afraid of yourself?

Yes.

I thought so.

God, Mary.

I'm so cold.

My hands are frozen through.

Take some broth, sir.

I don't know, Mary.

Why is it you strike me
as you do?

Get some warmth into you, sir.

I'm very tired.

Will you get dressed? There's something
I need you urgently to do for me.

What's all this about?

How should I know? You'll have to do
the blackleading for me this morning.

I'm afraid this won't be
a very pleasant errand.

- Is it to Mrs. Farraday?
- It is.

And I can't tell you
how important it may be.

Come in here!

He won't slip out of this one
with a few quid and a smarmy letter.

All the same,
you'd better read it.

He ought to have the courage
to come here hisself...

and clean up after
that mad dog of his.

- He said there might be a reply.
- And so there might.

Come with me.

In you go.

Don't even ask.

What shall I tell him?

Tell him no need to panic.
I'll do anything he wants.

And you take this home
with you to Harry Jekyll.

What am I supposed--

Ah, yes, it takes all sorts.

You tell Harry Jekyll
this is such linen...

as even his old friend Mrs. Farraday
can't clean for him!

You've taken your time. The master's
waiting for you, in the laboratory.

Go there directly.
The rule is relaxed.

And shift yourself!

What did she say?

She said she'll do
everything you want her to.

But she said this is such linen
as even she cannot clean.

She has always been prone
to exaggeration.

I saw the room.
There was blood on the ceiling.

And did Mrs. Farraday explain?

No, sir. But I felt sure someone
had been torn to death in that room.

No.

- She said you should've gone yourself.
- I couldn't.

I'm sure you understand.
A place like that.

I sent my assistant, Mr. Hyde.

She called him a mad dog.

On those rare occasions...

when a woman like Mrs. Farraday
is not at fault herself...

she is liable to experience
a rush of righteous indignation.

I happen to know that Mr. Hyde...

did everything that he could.

The girl had already
lost too much blood.

These amateur operations,
as I'm sure you--

Well, let's not
discuss the details.

Just rest assured
that I shall continue...

to look into the matter.

I suppose it would have been too much
to expect a bit of gratitude.

I'm sorry I doubted you, sir.

I'm going to lock my door
and work.

Tell Poole he may close up
as he pleases.

I may not go back
into the house tonight.

Mary Reilly.

Do you know who I am?

You're Mr. Hyde,
the master's assistant.

You may say so.
What do you think?

I always had
an artistic temperament.

I know I owe my existence
to science, but...

I've never been able to whip up
much enthusiasm for it.

Strange...

the thoughts that come unbidden,
don't you find?

If you mean we're not always
in control of our ideas--

Why should we want to be?
That's the question.

I've never been
in favor of control.

By all accounts, your father was
no paragon at controlling himself.

Men will chatter
amongst themselves in a--

What I wasn't able to find out
was how far it might have gone...

between your father
and yourself.

Didn't you look forward
to them sometimes...

those evenings when
your mother was out working?

Still, wouldn't you like
to come in town with me tonight?

Good morning, Mary.

- Morning.
- What's the matter?

I thought, sir, when we
spoke of private matters...

those were confidences
you would never repeat.

I'm afraid you've been
upset by my assistant.

No, sir. I was more upset by you
that you told him.

As a doctor, I've always
been in the habit...

of taking notes after
any kind of consultation.

I'm afraid my young man is less
scrupulous than he should be.

He read my notebook.

I see, sir.

Well, in that case--

I can't deny that his manners are rough,
but I've learned to look beyond that.

I know he likes you very much.

I see no reason why you shouldn't
become the best of friends.

As a matter of fact, I was hoping
you would accompany him...

this afternoon
on a scientific errand.

I thought it might make a break
from this perpetual housework.

Of course, I'll send Bradshaw
if you prefer.

And now, to where they
butcher human meat.

This hospital and the slaughterhouse
share the same gutters.

Most convenient.

You just can't say no
to our employer, can you?

And you believe
every word he says?

The doctor's been
very kind to me.

He's much too old for you,
of course.

I don't know what you mean.

I keep telling him
he works too hard.

Are you aware, when you're with him,
of how much he longs to touch you?

Of course not.

He conceals it that well,
does he?

I don't want to talk about this.

Whatever you say.

It is difficult to understand someone
who is entirely incapable...

of simply asking for what he most wants
in the world, don't you agree?

How can you presume to know
what goes on in the doctor's mind?

Inspired guesswork.
Instinct. Fellow feeling.

- What does he want them for?
- I've never bothered to ask.

I just supply the organs
as required.

You've no idea
how strange and twisting...

are the ways of science.

Wait there.

Afternoon, Doctor.

Visit from the butcher.

What's that?

He can't tell why, Mary,
but the doctor feels a bit hungry.

Tea and sandwiches, perhaps.

For two, sir?

Why not?

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
would like some tea.

How do you get on
with that Mr. Hyde then?

He manage to keep
his hands to hisself?

You shouldn't judge everyone
by your own standards, Mr. Bradshaw.

Well, I hope Hyde was politer to you
than he was to old Poole.

- What do you mean?
- Before you went off, he sent for Poole.

He tells him to get on the train...

go off to some chemist
way out in the country.

And when Poole says, "Is there
anything else I can do for you, sir?"

He says, "Yes. Mind your own business,"
and slams the door in his face.

Mr. Poole was that upset.

I wouldn't cross him
in the next day or two if I was you.

He said to me,
"No matter how well he speaks...

Mr. Hyde could never be
mistaken for a gentleman."

Who is he then?

You ask me, he's got one over on the
doctor. You know, a spot of blackmail.

Or, tell you what,
maybe he's a souvenir...

from the doctor's student days,
sort of a grown-up wild oat.

Now they do look a bit alike.

Mary don't like to think the doctor's
ever had any fun in his life.

Mary, you go.

Oh, it's you, is it?
Butler's night off, is it?

- What do you want?
- A word with the gentleman.

- Which one?
- Harry Jekyll, of course.

If I never saw that other devil again
in my life, it'd be too soon for me.

- They're both in the laboratory.
- That'll do as well as anywhere.

As a rule, the doctor doesn't
admit visitors when he's working.

Oh, I think he'll admit me.

Very likely he'll admit both of us
if you play your cards right.

Wait here.

What is it?

Mrs. Farraday is here
to see you, sir.

- Who?
- Mrs. Farraday.

- What do you want?
- Just a word.

Thought we might have a chat about
improving our financial arrangements.

Stay where you are.
I'll be with you in a moment.

There's something
I have to do first.

Don't be too long.
It ain't very festive down here.

- I'll bring the tea in a minute, sir.
- What?

- Mr. Hyde ordered tea and sandwiches.
- Cancel the tea.

Hold your horses.
I'm parched.

I'm sure you'd prefer
something stronger.

It won't take me
a moment to prepare it.

Have it your own way.

Doctor?

Doctor?

Doctor?

I'm very sorry to disappoint you,
but it isn't the doctor.

He chivalrously insisted on seeing
Mrs. Farraday all the way home.

He told me he couldn't go
to that house.

She's moved.

- Will there be anything else, sir?
- Yes. There will be.

Come here.

There has been something
I've been trying to say to you...

ever since our first conversation
in the library.

Yes, sir?

I--

I want to apologize
for some of the things I said.

Why?

Because...

I was unnecessarily...

offensive.

Now look what
you've made me do.

Don't you know who I am?

Mary Reilly.

Sorry. Must be
some misunderstanding.

I thought you
invited me here.

I did.

What's the matter with you?

I'm sorry. Bad dream.

Didn't sound too bad.

Yes?

Mrs. Kent tells me
that while I was away yesterday...

you had some dealings
with the master's assistant.

Yes, sir.

Did you hold much
conversation with him?

No, sir.

But I understand
a cup was broken.

That's right.

How did that happen?

- I dropped it, sir.
- You dropped it?

- On the carpet?
- No, sir.

- It landed on the fender, sir.
- I see.

- It should be stopped from your wages.
- Yes, sir.

I'll discuss it with the master.
You may go.

Poole tells me you've confessed
to breaking a cup.

Yes, sir. I'm sorry.

After the story you told me
about your father, I can't understand...

how you could ever bring yourself
to say you've 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, Mary?
Is it bad news?

My mum's passed away.

Mary, you come
and sit down a minute.

We'll make you
a nice cup of tea.

This is from her landlord.
Says she owes him money for the rent.

Now, don't you worry. Mr. Poole
will speak to the master, won't you?

Yes. I'll take up
the breakfast today.

Yes. 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?

Well, you see,
I've a heavy demand for my rooms.

Long waiting list.

- Where have you put her?
- She's quite comfortable.

Very snug really.

Now, the parish will provide
the expenses of the burial.

No. I want her to have
a proper funeral. I can pay.

Then let me take you to a first-class
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 few bits of furniture
and crockery and clothes...

which, I'm very pleased to say,
cleared off her debt completely.

And, let me see...

yes, a shilling over.

A poor wage
for a lifetime's drudgery.

Very true, miss.

This is a vale of tears.

What have you done?

You have a wonderful 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 the housemaid, Mary Reilly?
- Yes.

This way.

- Mary Reilly?
- Yes, sir.

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 friend of the doctor's...

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 the domestic staff.

I don't believe Sir Danvers
has dined here since her arrival.

I see.

If you'll oblige us,
Mr. Poole...

we'd like to search
the doctor's laboratory.

I don't believe there's
anyone out there, sir.

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
goin' to the dogs.

Murder now, if you please.

He always gave me the creeps,
that Hyde.

What's to stop him coming back here
and skewering us when we're in our beds?

He won't do that.

You know him well, do you?

No.

Come on to bed.

Still feel safe here?

I don't know
what I feel anymore.

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

- Mary?
- Yes, sir?

Would you step in here a moment?
I want to speak to you.

- Mr. Poole--
- 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 really know, sir.

Do you know that what you've done
has made you an accessory to murder?

Not telling the police everything
you know is a criminal offense.

I know that, sir.

My God.
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.

And as far as what I owe him,
as strange as it may sound...

Edward 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.

Sir?

Sir?

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 ground.

Earth to earth,
ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

I wanted to make
a contribution...

towards the expense
of the funeral.

Lookin' well.

And settled in service
in a big house.

- So I've been told.
- Who told you?

- Your mother.
- When?

Oh, 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've 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 ask what he has done to me.

The truth is,
I am your master.

- What do you mean?
- I 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
to the gallows?

Can you explain?

Can you?

No.

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,
I can't help feeling, as the antidote--

transforms me
back into him.

Lately, 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 laboratory.

I'll take care of that.

- He particularly asked 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.

- Mary?
- Yes, Mr. Poole?

I want you to go
and wait in my parlor.

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.

I'm very much afraid
they won't be--

Will you 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 of the other
chemists has been able to reproduce it.

You must ask them
to analyze this precisely...

and 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?
- No!

Sir?

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 onto that drawer like he thought
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
been put out of patience.

As I feared, his new consignment
of medicine is not at all satisfactory.

There are a number of broken bottles
in the operating theater.

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.