All language subtitles for Fear.the.Invisible.Man.2023.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-FLUX

Marvel.

It's a beast of a country

and pigs for people.

Relax.

I see you as an outcast,

like myself.

Help me, and I will do
great things for you.

What are you?

An invisible man.

And an invisible man
is a man of power,

but if you betray
me or disobey me,

Griffin!

Griffin!

I know you're in there.

Griffin! You open this door now!

Griffin!

Where's my rent?

I know you're in
there, I can hear you!

Griffin!

Griffin!

What's going on?

Look, Margaret,

an invisible man plagues
the town of Iping.

They claim to have a clergyman
and a doctor as witnesses.

Supposedly, this invisible
man inflicted serious injuries

on our Constable Jaffers.

Clearly, the folk of
Iping have lost the ability

to hear the words coming
out of their own mouths.

What rot.

Honestly, Miss Adeline,

you have better
things to be spending

both your time and money on.

Lord knows this place could
use more of the latter.

And not from pawning
your belongings.

Begging your pardon.

Oh, you think we haven't
noticed the steady disappearance

of all of this household's
valuable works of art?

Never thought I'd see the day.

And letting poor Arthur go.

The best footman you're
ever likely to see.

You'll be selling the
master's chess set next.

Not that, Margaret.

Never that.

He seems to be in
rather a hurry.

Though he doesn't seem
to be getting very far.

Aye, if his pockets
were full of lead,

he couldn't run heavier.

Oi, stranger,

what can I get you?

Your finest,

food and drink.

Get some chicken.

Books?

Yeah.

Yeah, they're books.

Just seems strange is all,

seeing a man such as
yourself carrying books,

and into a pub of all places.

Some extraordinary
things in books.

Indeed.

You think
you can hide from me?

Oi! What's going
on over there?

He's gone mad, grab him!

Steady, steady.

Steady.

Marvel!

Adeline.

Is that you?

Help me, Adeline.

It's me, Griffin.

Griffin?

Well, what in the
world? Show yourself!

Steady
yourself, Adeline!

For God's sake!

I want help badly.

I've been shot!

I'm nauseous and ill.

Just stop!

Please, just help me!

Griffin?

How can this be?

Are you a ghost?

Ghost.

Here I thought you were
a woman of science.

You recall our
days at university?

My experiments on
matter and light,

on vision and visibility.

The invisible man.

Oh my God, you've done it.

Look, Adeline,

I'm starving and freezing.

Have you got a dressing gown?

You can find some
of Reginald's clothes

in the wardrobe.

Use one of his
shirts as a bandage.

Where were you shot?

The bullet
passed through my arm.

I could use your help with this.

Hold your arm up
where I need to wrap it.

It's
right in front of you.

I'd forgotten how
tender was your touch.

How terribly it pained me.

My blood, it,

it turns visible
when it coagulates.

Reginald,

where is the old chap?

He passed away.

What?

Oh, I am so sorry to hear that.

Truly, I am.

Look, you must
forgive me, Adeline.

Coming here without
an invitation

after so many years.

I had nowhere else to go.

You may stay in
here for tonight.

And food?

I'll fetch you something
from the kitchen.

Oh, Griffin,

what have you done?

Morning, ma'am.

Oh, please, let me
carry that for you.

No, I'm perfectly capable

of preparing my
own breakfast tray.

Thank you.

Mrs. Kemp,

I couldn't enter your
room to clean it.

I don't want it cleaned.

In fact, just stay out of my
room until further notice.

Yes, ma'am.

Apologies, ma'am.

Griffin?

Are we alone?

Yes, I sent the girl away.

What happened to you, Griffin?

How did you end up at my house

in this condition and bleeding?

I recalled you
and Reginald had settled

in Port Burdock.

I hoped for shelter,

perhaps for Reginald to help
with aspects of my experiments.

Even with his
childish understanding.

Childish?

He was a brilliant man!

He was
closed-minded and small.

Still,

he may have had some use

with the right instruction.

Your jealousy was
always beneath you.

Reginald was the best of us.

Have you turned your
clothes invisible?

No.

My formula only works
on living matter.

Then you're wearing nothing.

I must ask you to
make yourself decent.

Always so proper.

Though, one summer
night, I seem to recall-

Griffin, please.

Ah, this is better.

Warmer.

I always admired
Reginald's taste in attire.

He looked well in it.

What do you think?

Perhaps I could even
venture outside like this,

if I kept people from
approaching too closely.

My wound appears to
be healing quickly.

Perhaps a side effect.

I can see from the newspapers

and from the gunfire last night

that others are aware of you.

How did you get shot?

There was
a real fool of a man,

a sort of confederate of mine,

curse him,

who stole my money.

He created quite
a ruckus in a pub

when I tried to catch him.

Is he invisible too?

No.

I alone possess this power.

Are you a danger to me

and the good people
of this household?

Peace, Adeline,

and patience.

I'll tell you my story,

but first, I need rest.

Good morning, Mrs. Kemp.

Always a pleasure.

Patrolling the neighborhood?

You seem rather overstaffed.

I wish it were a patrol.

This is a manhunt.

Oh dear.

I've sent men with tracking
dogs to sweep the forest

on both sides of the road,

so if you hear their
racket, don't be alarmed.

I heard a vagrant
caused a brawl last night

at the Jolly Cricketers.

You are pursuing him?

News travels surprisingly
quick here in the outskirts.

No said vagrant, quite
a twitchy fellow.

Then whom are you hunting?

Well,

our friendly drifter claimed

that an invisible
man tried to kill him

and caused the
disturbance at the pub.

He begged to be locked
in our most secure cell.

Surely you
didn't indulge him.

Oh, I had a good mind to.

Poor PC Collins got
shot on his account.

Oh, he'll be all right.

That crazed man wasn't the
one who pulled the trigger.

We're here because,
invisible man or not,

we did find a trail
of blood in the street

leading out of town towards
this general direction.

Whoever he is,

the man seems smart enough
to staunch his own bleeding

and avoid the road.

We lost his trail a
good distance back.

Have you experienced any
suspicious occurrences

since last night?

Strange noises,

broken window,

missing any food or supplies?

No.

No.

Nothing like that.

Thank heaven.

Keeping you safe
is my sacred duty.

Please, continue to
take all precautions.

What happened to the vagrant?

I locked him up for the
night for instigating the brawl

then released him
earlier this morning.

You sent a mentally disturbed
man out into the street?

I run the police
station, Mrs. Kemp,

not an asylum.

If you'd support me in
my letters to the mayor

and to the city council,

Port Burdock would build one.

A more humane one.

The people here
respect you enough.

Supporting the view

in your letters means
supporting new taxes,

which I don't.

I heard the vagrant was
carrying a large sum of money.

What exactly is your
interest in this man?

You know I work
with the unfortunate.

Your interest seems
rather more specific.

Can't
a lady indulge

in some idle
neighborhood gossip?

Perhaps I could
visit you again.

We'll talk about this gossip.

It seems here the
grapevine is more efficient

than the telegram.

Good day.

Ma'am.

How do you do, William?

As always, thank you
for your service.

Can you tell me, has anyone
died because of this drifter

or anything at all
related to him?

Not so far.

Thank the good Lord.

Look, Mrs. Kemp,

we attend the same meetings,

I support your politics.

You like to help people in need,

and I'm happy to feed you
information from time to time,

but please,

don't go looking
to help this one.

I've not seen him before,

and I know all the pikers
around these parts.

Let the bloke move on, eh?

He's bad news for Port Burdock.

PC William?

Griffin?

♪ Who told you
so, dilly, dilly ♪

♪ Who told you so

♪ Twas my own heart,
dilly, dilly ♪

♪ That told me so

♪ Call up your
men, dilly, dilly ♪

♪ Set them to work

♪ Some to the plow,
dilly, dilly ♪

♪ Some to the fork

♪ Lavender's blue,
dilly, dilly ♪

♪ Lavender's green

♪ When I am king, dilly, dilly

♪ You shall be queen

Oh, forgive me, ma'am.

Did I leave the door open?

Are you all right
in here by yourself?

Begging your pardon, ma'am,

why wouldn't I be?

If you don't mind, ma'am.

Of course.

Well, at least you have the
good sense not to openly move

around the house
until nightfall.

Where did you disappear
to all day long?

If I
didn't know you better,

I would suspect you of
having just made a joke.

Did you wander into town,

or were you inside
my house lurking?

I was out,

gathering useful knowledge.

I saw you speaking
to the police.

Learn anything interesting?

I learnt that
you came off worse

in the scuffle you instigated.

You don't appear to have
caused any deliberate harm.

You were always
rather a scoundrel,

but I'm relieved to know
you're not irredeemable.

You haven't changed since
our days at university.

Once again, I find you rummaging

through my private correspondence.

Oh, your
precious propriety again.

Had you more
respect for propriety

and more regard for
the feelings of others,

things might have
ended differently.

No!

Don't.

Please.

It was our last game together.

I still somehow expect
him to make his next move.

You were always a snoop,

always disdainful of
others' boundaries.

It seems you found a way

to make that illicit
behavior nigh undetectable.

I can do many
things while invisible, Adeline.

Things that ordinary men cannot,

things that Reginald
could never do.

For example,

I could save you.

I could save your home.

I thought your household
staff looked a bit sparse.

A girl and an old woman.

Take it.

It's a gift.

I thought you said all
your money had been taken.

Come now, Adeline,

who do you intend
to ask for help?

You don't come from
a prosperous family.

They can't shoulder the burden

of your husband's
failed research.

He said he was closer
to a breakthrough.

It would have paid
for everything.

Yes,

I'm familiar with the sweet
siren song of futile hopes.

But with my success,

there's more where
that came from,

if we can come to terms.

You don't have
much time, my dear.

The bank's letter's a week old.

They are coming for you.

Good day, Mrs. Kemp.

Mr. Wicksteed, how are you?

How's things with
the city council?

Port Burdock is
developing remarkably well,

I'm happy to say.

In fact, I've just come from
a meeting with His Lordship.

With a little bit of luck,

our prosperous town may soon
be enjoying the benefits

of a new electricity
power station,

and before the turn
of the century.

Oh, I'm so delighted to hear

we're making such
heroic strides forward.

Perhaps Port Burdock might
share some of it's prosperities

with the less fortunate.

My dear lady,

I'm not unaware of your
gallant letter-writing campaign

to men of influence
around the town,

but I have to give
you a piece of advice.

It's an old Chinese
proverb, I believe.

Give a man a fish, you
feed him for a day.

Teach a man to fish,
you feed him for life.

Your intentions
were honorable but misguided.

As long as I sit on the council,

your charitable schemes will
never see the light of day.

And if I may be so
bold, Mrs. Kemp,

if I was in your situation,

I'd concentrate on getting my
own financial house in order

before I start telling other
people how to manage theirs.

I am relieved we can avoid
the heartbreaking business

of the bank throwing a
widow out onto the street.

So I have more time?

Uh, making this large payment
means I have the flexibility

to grant you an extension
to repay the balance,

but, um, not long, I'm afraid.

30 days.

Ah, the, uh,

the colonel's arrived.

Um...

Um, a thief broke into
the bank last night

and stole an enormous
sum of money.

If you'll excuse
me, I have some, um,

some unpleasant
business to attend to.

Good morning.

Morning, sir.

Uh, please, come this way.

Like you, Reginald
continued to study the strange

and bizarre aspects of science.

He hoped his research
would earn an admittance

into the Royal Society.

Nothing as impressive
as your discovery, but-

This will do.

Are you confident you can
find a cure for your condition?

It was to be the
focus of my work in Iping.

But I can do nothing without
my research journals.

The fool who stole my
money took them too.

Without them,
discovering an antidote

involves
trial-and-error mixtures

for over 300,000, maybe
400,000, chemical combinations.

It would take my whole lifetime.

You must tell me how you
achieved this, Griffin.

It's a miracle of science.

If only you had
cared this much about me

during my time at university.

I devoted every shilling I
possessed to my research.

Why invisibility?

Oh, dear Adeline,

I wasn't researching
how to be unseen.

I was researching
how to be free.

My experiments met with
unparalleled success,

but my landlord grew impatient,

I know you're in there!

and I had little
time to conclude my research.

Griffin!

When he came
to collect his rent,

I had no choice.

I put on an act that would
have made any magician proud.

My head was already
teeming with plans

of all the wild and
wonderful things

I now had the freedom
to do with impunity.

But my triumph was short-lived.

I had been a naive fool.

What helpless absurdity
an invisible man is

in the cold climate

and a dirty, crowded city.

Every crossing was a danger,

every pedestrian a
thing to watch alertly.

I had no shelter, no covering
in the coming winter,

and to get clothing was to
forego all my advantage.

Snow was settling upon me,

rain would make me
a watery outline,

a glistening surface of a man.

London fog would turn me
into a ghostly bubble,

more visible than any
ordinary man blurred

and obscured by it.

I stumbled across a
humble costuming shop.

That night after the
store owner had gone home,

I rummaged out a costume

and robbed him of any
available money I could find.

Finally, I went
out into the world,

a grotesque but still
credible figure.

I realized invisibility
made it possible

for me to gain wealth and power

but also made it
impossible to enjoy them.

I eventually made
my way to Iping.

It was supposed to
be quiet and safe.

I went there to find a
way of restoring myself.

Then,

I was betrayed by the one
man who was supposed to help.

It's remarkable, Griffin.

Remarkable.

They'll have to rewrite
every textbook in the world.

Think of the fortune
you might raise

and the good you
might do with it.

We must think
bigger than that, my dear.

Colonel Adye.

Such a relief

you were able to delay
the bank's foreclosure.

However did you pull
off such a miracle?

My brother in America
sent me the necessary funds.

He's doing quite
well for himself.

Indeed.

Railroads.

Hmm.

Some men have such a
good head for business.

Others,

like your late
husband, for science,

but science hardly
ever pays the bill, eh?

If only the good deeds
paid as well as the bad.

They never do,

do they, Mrs. Kemp?

You brought your husband's
favorite coat out of retirement.

It's been years

since I last saw him walking
through town in this coat.

I was reminiscing.

It seems, perhaps, your
fortunes have changed.

Strange how the world
always gets on just fine,

don't you think?

No matter what tragedies
befall us mere mortals.

The bank's available
cash is stolen.

Fortunately for them,

you were able to pay
them a sizeable fraction

of what you owe,

in cash.

Why exactly are
you here, Colonel?

Did you know

the bank was robbed of twice
the amount you paid them?

I wonder where that
money disappeared to.

Well, perhaps that mysterious
drifter might have answers

for you.

I agree.

That's why I'm
tracking his movements.

Perhaps he can lead my police
to the bank's stolen money.

But apparently,

I'm not the only one
interested in him.

You appear to be
messengering letters

to poor houses all
over the region

in search of the vagrant,

Mr. Thomas Marvel.

How did you come by
his name, Adeline?

How did you get these?

I always alert authorities
around the regions

about persons of interest.

They forwarded me the letters.

They appear little
like your handwriting.

They're mine.

And Mr. Marvel?

Colonel Adye, I
must ask you to leave.

Immediately.

I came as a courtesy to
give you the opportunity

to be frank with me.

I do suspect you're
withholding information.

Please believe me,

these kinds of secrets
never get better with time.

How dare you write
letters in my name,

and how dare you
threaten Colonel Adye!

Thomas Marvel.

Mrs. Kemp.

If Dr. Kemp could see you,
he'd be sick with worry.

I'll be going home now, ma'am.

This letter came in the
afternoon post for you.

It seems urgent, ma'am.

"Dear Mrs. Kemp,

I've received your
letter requesting my aid

to help you locate
an unfortunate man named Thomas Marvel.

Alas, I feel obliged
to inform you

that the local police have
made the same request.

They keep the miserable
man under surveillance.

For what reason,
I cannot divine.

Sadly, I must report to them
the arrival of your letter,

but in honor of our
past works together

helping the laboring classes,

I can report to you that Thomas
Marvel is sheltering here

in our annex.

Your true friend
and devoted servant,

Bishop Oliver White,
East Cliff Abbey."

Mrs. Kemp.

You are too sensible to
venture to this part of town

so close to nightfall.

I must find that man.

You place me in a
difficult position,

especially if you are involved
with anything dishonest.

I do not want to know

about anything that-

Have you informed
Colonel Adye yet?

You know I must.

Port Burdock is
not a large city.

Sooner rather than later,

word will get back to the
police about his presence,

including word about
your inquiries here.

This is the one and only time
I can help you in this manner.

He avoids the other homeless,

find him in the pews.

We have a
mutual acquaintance.

I don't know you.

And I doubt we'd be moving
in the same society.

I'm here alone.

I'm curious to learn why you
think I need that assurance.

For a man of means, you
choose poor accommodations.

A man who spends his money
is one to draw attention.

I ain't making
that mistake again.

You being here is case in point.

If you're his friend,
what do you want?

The truth is, I am his friend.

I just don't know
whether he is mine.

He's a sick man.

Always yammering on

about his plans to bring
the entire country to heel.

The entire country?

Yeah.

But Thomas Marvel showed him.

Queen Victoria should
give me a medal.

I took the wind right
out of his sails, I did.

Could you see
your way to parting

with that journal in your hands?

I knew it.

You just want the power
for yourself, don't you?

Well, it's mine!

You're in league with
the invisible man!

She's in league with
the invisible man!

He's with her now.

Marvel, wait!

Griffin?

Griffin.

Where have you been?

Why did you follow
Colonel Adye into town?

What did you do to him?

Do you actually
care for that insufferable man?

I wanted to see what he
actually knew about us.

No doubt my
confederate had talked

the police chief's ears off

with wild tales of
the invisible man.

I wanted to know

if good, old Colonel Adye
believed the stories.

And?

Well, of
course he doesn't.

Sit down.

Life must go on, my girl.

There is so much for us to do.

Reginald would've never
made so bold a move.

That
was him all over.

And yet, he won what mattered.

Imagine what we could
do together, Adeline.

I know you wish to
do great things.

I can ferret out the hidden
information you need,

secure the funds
that you require.

I can remove the obstacles
that stand in your way.

From this day forward,

life will be so much easier
for you, Adeline Kemp.

But I must have my journals.

Only when I master invisibility
will the world bend

to my will.

Only then can you make
it a better place.

I must have my journals,

Adeline,

and you will help me find them!

Marvel?

Have you seen him?

He didn't make the queue to
shelter in the annex tonight,

but I've seen where he goes

when he wants to
make himself scarce.

I can show you,

but what's in it for me?

Go on.

The entrance to the
tunnel's around there.

Are you lost, love?

Maybe we can light your away.

Michael did a fine
job luring you.

If you've come for your
money, it isn't here!

Mr. Marvel, I'm not
looking for the money.

I only seek the journals.

If you want your books
so bad, come and get 'em!

Don't hide behind
this pretty thing.

He's not here.

I'm willing to pay for it.

I'll wager you'd be
willing to do a lot more

before my boys let you
out of this chamber.

What did he tell
you gentlemen?

That an invisible man would
be coming here tonight?

Surely you didn't believe
such a ludicrous claim.

Marvel here's paying us
quite well to babysit him

and take out his
invisible tormentor.

We believe him daft,

but money's money, right, boys?

Marvel also told us that
a pretty little morsel

would be wandering down
here by her lonesome.

We didn't believe that neither,

but wonder of wonders,

here you are,

ready for the taking.

Takes a bit of effort
to pull the trigger.

I guess your, uh, fingers
aren't in the practice.

You should have cocked
the hammer back first.

I can teach you things.

Look out, you idiots!

Where the hell are you?

Everywhere.

Run, Adeline. Run!

Where are you, you blighter?

Show yourself, you blighter!

Congratulations, Mr. Marvel.

You will get your wish.

You will be locked up
for God knows how long.

All you had to do was
be part of a brawl

that saw two men killed.

It weren't me.

It were the invisible man.

You don't believe me, do you?

You should ask your
pretty lady friend.

Make sure you give your pretty
little friend her toy back.

Who killed those two men
we found on the ground?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Tell me the truth, Adeline,

or as much of it
as you can manage.

Let me help you.

I was trying to
recover that journal.

Marvel stole it,

and someone saved me.

Hmm.

Must be quite a book for
you to risk your life

in such a foolish manner,

and then,

a miraculous savior.

I would love to shake his hand.

What does he look like?

I don't know.

Height?

Weight?

Hair and eye color?

I don't know.

Mrs. Kemp,

the sole reason that I don't
drag you behind bars yourself

is that both you and
Mr. Marvel seem to agree

that someone else created
this night's mayhem.

So please,

be more forthcoming.

Does this journal
truly belong to you?

Does it belong to Mr. Marvel?

Does it belong

to an invisible man?

Don't be absurd,

the journal's mine.

Well, I see.

Ominous headings in English,

clearly written by someone
obsessed with the morbid.

And the rest?

Gibberish.

It's a cipher,
I can't read it.

Neither can I.

There's a fellow down at the
station good with puzzles

who says there's a key.

It seems a seven letter keyword
will unlock this cipher,

but I'd be blowed if I can
think of what it might be.

Mr. Marvel doesn't know the
contents in this journal either,

yet you both claim ownership.

The journal belongs
to my late husband.

As you know, he was a scientist.

His dream was to become a
member of the Royal Society.

It was all he ever wanted.

The Reginald we
know sought to conduct

human experimentation?

This journal

is lunacy.

Yet I'm inclined to believe you.

Seeing how fervently
you've been seeking it,

even to the point of
endangering yourself.

What other reason could
you possibly have?

Of course,

I can't return this
gun, officially.

It's a murder weapon.

Whatever you're caught up in,

try to stay safe.

Good day, Lord Mayor.

Ah, Mrs. Kemp.

Exciting day for you.

Is it true?

The city council will
vote on my proposal

for a more humane asylum?

Well, uh,

not to be impolite about it,

but since Councilor
Wicksteed's unfortunate

and, uh, untimely demise,

the committee work he had
stalled has been voted

to move forward.

That does not mean

that your proposal has the
necessary votes to pass.

Who still opposes?

Surely I can make
them see reason.

My proposal pays for
itself over the long term.

You should attempt
to discuss the matter

with Councilor Hammond.

He leads the opposition
against you now.

Hmm.

But, act with haste.

The city council votes tomorrow.

Congratulations
on the vote.

Oh my God, where
have you been?

I didn't know if you
were dead or alive.

Are you hurt?

I'm no
worse off than usual.

How long have you
been following me?

Secretly,

silently.

I'm a
scientist, Adeline,

an observer by profession.

And what good would
my observations be

if my subjects were
aware of my presence?

Some would call that
a violation of privacy.

Others
would call it necessary.

That letter the
mayor was writing,

it was addressed to
Councilor Hammond.

He was warning the
gentleman about you.

Lies.

I beg your pardon!

Must have been the wind.

The wind? Indoors?

How daft.

You hotheaded fool,

you never did learn to
control that temper, did you?

They aim to
vote down your proposal

after a so-called heroic
effort to pass it.

How many precious years of
your life have you wasted

on this rotting town?

You know the measure of these
men more than I do, I wager.

I'm a woman

in a world of small men.

It was the same at university,

allowed to sit in lectures
but barred from examinations.

I'm only permitted to
act through a limited set of channels.

Then
make me your channel,

and in turn, you
will become mine.

What exactly
are you proposing?

I need the
other two journals.

Help me reach the
police station,

and I'll get your
humble proposal passed

by the city council.

Give me your word
you'll not hurt him.

There'll be no more bloodshed.

Anything
for you, Adeline.

Anything.

The whole world for you.

Mrs. Kemp.

Is there something
I can help you with?

I'd like to talk
to Thomas Marvel.

I fail to see how that
would be productive.

He stole three
journals, not one.

Journals that belong to
my dear late husband,

his final legacy to me.

I'll ask him the questions.

You stay silent.

You understand?

Can't
keep me here, Adye,

it's not safe!

Quiet, Albert!

If he admits to having
two more stolen journals,

I'll try to convince
him to surrender them.

What's she doing here?

The lady claims you have
two more of her journals

in your hidden stash
somewhere around town.

Those journals belong to me.

Mr. Marvel,

how shall I put this?

It doesn't take a
detective to know

that the journals are beyond
a man of your education.

Hmm?

A supposition
bolstered by the fact

you cannot tell me the contents.

Oh, and she can read 'em?

Mrs. Kemp claims
her late husband,

a scientist, wrote them.

You'll have to forgive me

if I find her version of
events slightly more plausible.

You've killed me, Adye.

You've led the invisible
man right to me.

She's in league with him.

Ask her!

You can tell it, it's written
all over her lying face!

Mrs. Kemp,

would you please try to
explain to Mr. Marvel

that you do not have
an invisible man following you around?

Just give me the journals,

and this can all be over.

If you're so terrified
of this invisible man,

why not give up the journals?

You don't know him like I do!

And I'd wager that
you don't know him

as well as you think
you do either, missy!

Giving him the books back
won't be the end of it.

No, it'll just be the beginning,

for all of us.

Are my ears deceiving me

or did I actually
hear a note of concern

for your fellow man?

It ain't your ears
that be deceiving you.

He won't give them up.

Hey!

Don't leave me here with him!

With whom?

The invisible man?

Oh, invisible man,

please stop harassing
this poor, unfortunate.

Blast you, you fool!

You don't know
what you're doing!

Perhaps I should support
your asylum after all.

This is blood on
your hands, Adye!

It's blood on your hands, Adye!

It's blood on your hands!

You're undressed.

I asked you to make
yourself decent.

I'd forgotten
how very lovely you are.

I have them, Adeline,

my precious journals,

and I have you to thank for it.

What about Marvel?

He's fine.

Now you'll find a cure.

The cure?

There is no affliction, Adeline.

As you said, my achievements
were remarkable,

that I would rewrite
science as we know it.

You've done a
very great thing,

a great and terrible thing,

but it scares me.

I'm only
just beginning to realize

the extraordinary advantages
invisibility gives me.

But until I find a cure,

I must have a partner.

A partner?

I must have you.

Are you not wary of
being invisible yourself?

Alone in this house,
in your public causes?

Are you not tired of
being a woman unseen,

a voice unheard?

The world will hear both
our voices before too long.

Margaret?

Have you seen Margaret?

No, ma'am,

but I found a note from
her in the kitchen.

She's gone to her
sister's in town there,

she thinks she's coming
down with the flu.

A note?

Thank you, Evie.

Good luck today, Mrs. Kemp.

I'm sorry?

The city council?

I heard they're voting
on your asylum today.

Yes, thank you
for reminding me.

You seem to be in
high spirits today.

It could almost be like we
were at university again,

you and Reginald fussing over
all the beakers and tubes,

every breakthrough a
triumph.

I have every
reason to be happy.

I have my journals back,

and I was finally
able to test a cure.

It had flaws.

Right now, it's more
like a slow poison.

But sooner or later,

a full cure will be mine.

Then my invisibility shall
truly become a tool of power.

I don't understand,

Surely when you
formulate a cure,

you'll just become
visible again, correct?

My invisibility
gives me advantages

too valuable to
simply toss aside.

But with a cure,

both of us can be visible
and invisible at will.

Me invisible?

Perhaps I will share

with you the secrets of my work,

the key word that
unlocks the cipher.

- Griffin, I don't want-
- But this is,

this is day one of year
one of the new epoch,

the epoch of the invisible man!

We'll begin with Port Burdock

and your humble proposal
to the city council.

I almost forgot!

Today, it passes the vote
because I say it passes!

Griffin, wait!

Ah, Mrs. Kemp.

Mayor Edeson, I
must talk to you.

The vote will be held
this afternoon, my dear,

don't fret.

But first, a spot of
luncheon at my club.

No, I, uh-

We're still a little
behind, of course,

but then, I did have the
devil's luck trying to get

into the city this morning.

And then there are, well,

just so many important
votes to get through.

But rest assured, we
will consider your ideas

with the utmost deliberation
and care that they deserve.

Whether the vote goes
in your favor, I-

Perhaps it might
be safer to delay.

Delay?

My dear girl,

you've spent months
hounding the councilors

and now you wish to delay?

You must understand,

the bank and the
money and Wicksteed...

Oh my God, Wicksteed.

Time to clean house.

Two men

who opposed your charitable
proposals have been killed,

including the mayor
of Port Burdock.

I find it

too convenient to
be coincidence.

The bank theft and the dead men,

the men in the tunnels.

Marshal Wicksteed, Mayor Edeson.

And last night,

Thomas Marvel.

Marvel?

We found him like that
just hours after your visit.

What part did you play in this?

Did you

steal a key when you were here?

No, it's worse.

I let him inside.

Does the culprit have a name?

Griffin. His name
is Cade Griffin.

Where is he? What
does he look like?

That's the problem.

The idea is ludicrous.

I want to hear you say it.

Look me in the eye!

Tell me with a straight face

that an invisible man
committed these crimes.

An invisible man-

Robbed the bank?

Yes.

Murdered Mr. Wicksteed.

- Yes!
- Killed the mayor,

tortured Thomas Marvel to death!

My God, Adeline.

I don't know what I've
done or what I was doing.

It was just such a miracle
scientific endeavor.

Think of what could be
done with such an advance.

I never thought he would.

In his younger days, he was...

Marvel's right.

He's crazed, and he's dangerous.

But not invincible.

It's time you chose a side.

Oh, dear God.

Margaret.

I was finally
able to test a cure.

It has flaws.

Right now, it's more
like a slow poison.

Help.

He's a madman!

Oh my God!

♪ My heart is pierced by Cupid

♪ I disdain all
glittering gold ♪

♪ There is nothing
can console me ♪

♪ But my jolly sailor bold

♪ Upon one summer's morning

♪ I carelessly did stray

Mrs. Kemp?

I'm so sorry, Evie.

What's going on?

I don't understand, ma'am!

Run, Evie, go!

Your final
obstacle removed.

Your proposal will pass.

Yes, I'll get what I want,

at the cost of our souls.

Oh, we are above
man's small, petty morality.

As Evie knows to her cost.

A
little fun, nothing more.

You remain the true
object to my desire.

And Margaret?

So you
found Margaret.

What was left of her.

She was
nothing, a lab rat.

You must think bigger, my love.

The cure draws
closer day by day,

and with it, our power.

Griffin, what you
could have been.

Is that the girl?

It's just the house settling.

I want to see.

Colonel Adye, seize him!

Adeline.

You bitch!

You want her for yourself, Adye.

I can see right through you.

Don't let him get away!

Colonel Adye!

Stay here.

He could be anywhere.

Adye!

You'll get me
back in that house, Adye.

You'll get me my journals.

You're a fool

if you think she'll
open the door to me now.

And a bigger fool if you
think I'd put her at risk.

You think
you could win her heart?

When she could have me,

a god among men?

You may have
blown your chance.

It seems she
disapproves of murder!

I want
my journals, Adeline!

I must have them!

With my journals, with the cure,

the reign of the
invisible man will begin!

I don't want to
hurt you, Griffin.

Even now, I don't
want to shoot you.

If you take one single
step inside this room,

if you don't leave
now and forever,

I'll burn your damn journals.

I will
not be stopped.

Neither will I, not in this.

If you
destroy my work,

you'll die here
tonight, Adeline.

You'll die!

I don't think it matters.

I haven't lived
in years!

No!

You'll burn, Adeline!

You'll burn!

You're mad!
You'll kill us both!

I would have
been a king, Adeline,

and you my queen!

You could have tasted greatness.

Greatness!

Instead of the mediocrity
you settled for.

For Reginald!

Reginald with his small
thinking and his cowardice.

With his decency
and his gentleness!

He was half
the scientist I was!

But twice the man!

Adeline!

Adeline!

What we could have
done together.

Terrible things.

Wonderful things!

Every door open to us,

every luxury ours
for the taking,

every enemy crushed.

Theft and murder.

There
is no murder in war.

War, Adeline.

An army of invisible
men at my command.

The world on its knees.

It's what we wanted.

No.

Never that.

I was in awe of your power,
Griffin, your discovery,

but it's made you a monster.

It's made me a king.

A king!

Griffin.

There you are.

Adeline.

What a waste it would've been

for such beauty to be invisible.

Adeline.

Always Adeline.

My love.

My muse.

My codeword.

My key.

Adeline.

Is it over?

It's over.

I should have left
it to you all along.

It was all for you, you know.

He did it all for you.

In the beginning, perhaps,

before power corrupted.

It was in the wrong
hands, I suppose.

Can't say I blame him.

Well, not entirely.

I suppose, in a way,

we were both after
the same thing.

Adeline?

Adeline.