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At the end of the next long street

He'll be there

Around the next-up corner, waiting there

For me

I'll keep searching, looking, waiting, hoping

He'll be there

The boy for me

That's how it's got to be

That's how it's got to be for me

Here! Marie! If you find your gent
charge him half a crown.

Tell him it's gone up.
Tell him everything's going up!

This way! Here!

Over here!

This is the testament
of Dr. Henry Jekyll. Age 30, male.

Male...

Male!

I must set this down before it is too late.

It all began on November last.

That Grey and fateful day when I was
visited by my dearest friend and colleague,

Professor Robertson.

- Allow me.
- That's very kind of you.

It's my pleasure. Uh, which way?

Oh, please don't bother.
I'm going to that house there.

By a happy coincidence, so am I.

Robertson, Professor Robertson.

How do you do? I'm Susan Spencer.

And this is my brother, Howard.

How do you do?

This gentleman has kindly assisted me.

Most kind, but we can manage from here.

Well, you said you could manage.

Thank you.

My dear Doctor Jekyll,
you work yourself far too hard.

Why, only last night I passed here,
well after midnight,

and your light was still burning.

I was working.

- What were you doing at that hour?
- Oh, I was on the job, too.

Research, you know?

Delicious blonde fragment
from the chorus of the Alhambra.

Come now, Professor. Research?

Oh, certainly a great benefit to mankind.

Well, to a small section of it, at any rate.

And what will you have
to show for it? The pox?

I sincerely hope not.

Well, if you do, perhaps
my researches will help you.

Antivirus.

A universal panacea.

One virus to combat perhaps 20 diseases.

How far have you got?

Not far. I admit it's early days, naturally.

But I have produced a viral strain which will
provide some immunity against diphtheria.

And when that's perfected,
I'll tackle another disease.

Cholera, perhaps.

Robertson?

Ah. Yes! Yes, very commendable.

You seem to be acquiring
a very interesting new neighbour.

- Professor...
- Oh, I was listening.

My eyes were diverted but my ears were yours.

So, an antivirus?

To protect us against a myriad of diseases.

Now, tell me, just how long
before you expect some results?

Well, I hope to provide
a more complete immunity

against diphtheria within a year or two.

A year or two?

- And then what? Cholera?
- Yes.

Another year or two. And then, typhus.

Another year or two.

And then typhoid and influenza
and yellow fever.

My dear Jekyll, at that rate,
it'll be 40 or 50 years

even before you've completed the experiment.

It's a long process, I agree.
But the point is...

Point is you'll be dead and buried
long before it's finished.

A chance remark from Robertson
that sparked off this whole evil affair.

A remark that remained
and festered in my mind.

I had no mind, no will for work.

I walked the streets
brooding upon the bitter irony

that all I wanted to do for humanity,
for life, would be cheated by death.

Unless I could cheat death.

The thought took shape in my mind.

Suddenly, it was clear to me what I must do.

I decided to explore a new avenue.

An elixir of life.

The secret of eternal youth.

A secret that had fascinated
and eluded men for centuries.

But they have sought it through witchery,
black magic and superstitious nonsense.

But I had science at my fingertips.

I saw it as the first step in
an exciting scientific adventure.

I could not know then that it was
the first step towards the black abyss,

towards a myriad of horrors,
towards self-destruction.

I was seized and engulfed by the idea.

It became my passion and my obsession.

I worked without stop.

Days and nights passed
without meaning for me.

I was utterly heedless of the outside world.

What is it so fascinates you
outside that window, Susan?

Susan, your brother is talking to you.

- I was wondering what you were looking at.
- Nothing.

Or at least, nothing yet.

- A riddle, it must be a riddle.
- Sorry.

What I actually meant was,
I haven't seen Doctor Jekyll.

You mean the young man who lives below us?

- Why should you have seen him?
- No reason.

It's just that I'm sure he hasn't been
out of his rooms in the past five days.

- Why should that concern my little sister?
- It seems odd, don't you think?

Why, I think it remarkably diligent.
And that's Doctor Jekyll's reputation.

He's a dedicated man. A good man.

- There he goes now.
- Where?

There. You see?

There's your precious Doctor Jekyll.

What do you think of him now, Mama?

Where can he be going at this ungodly hour?

I hope you're not going to chose her.

I'm kind of fond of her.

This one.

No accounting for taste, is there?

I'll be outside, then, if you want me.

Uh... Just call.

I'll know it's you.

Hot potatoes!

- Here you are, Governor.
- Don't burn yourself. Lovely and hot!

Hot potatoes!

Lovely hot potatoes!

Hot potatoes!

Various wine merches.

- Handsome? Never. I don't believe it.
- I tell you he is.

Handsome.

A fine face.

But so tired.

So very tired.

And young, too,
he's much younger than I imagined.

Our sinister Doctor Jekyll?

There's nothing sinister
about him at all. Nothing!

Of course, there isn't.
Howard, you mustn't tease her so.

I've met Doctor Jekyll myself,
I should think he's rather a nice young man.

- At last!
- Come in.

- What time is it?
- Well, don't mind the time.

What have you been up to?

Been trying to get
to see you since Wednesday.

I knew you were here.
There's no use denying it.

Wednesday?

- Did you say Wednesday?
- Hmm.

- What day is it now?
- Saturday, of course.

- Really, my dear chap. You must try.
- Saturday?

I've been asleep three days.

I don't wonder at it.

From what I can make out,
you worked without stop for 10 days.

Three days. Three days!

You can't go on like this, you know.
You must get some air!

- Get some food inside you.
- Yes, yes, I will, dear Robertson.

I'm going to show you this. Here.

- Do you recognise this species?
- Of course.

- What's its life cycle?
- Oh, a few hours, no more.

Robertson, this insect, which normally
dies within an hour or two of its birth,

has been alive for three whole days.

Now what would that be in human terms?
Three days, that's 72 hours.

By human terms, this insect is already
more than 200 years old.

Just what line of research are you following?

An elixir of life.

- That old one?
- Nature's elixir.

Hormones. Female hormones.

Now what is it that gives
a woman's skin that silken texture?

Why does she keep her hair
when so many men lose theirs?

Hormones! Female hormones!

- Yes, I have heard the theory.
- No longer a theory, Professor, fact.

See for yourself.

Here.

Yes, it is remarkable.

I wonder how it would work on a male?

You can see, I used a male.

Oh, sorry, old man. Mind you,
it's an easy enough mistake to make.

Something as small as this.

This insect is male!

Then, who laid these eggs here?

You made a mistake, old chap.

Anyway, what happens next?

Next?

You increased the life-span
of an insect, where does that lead?

I don't know yet. I'm not sure.

It's just not possible, Doctor.

You've cleaned me out, I haven't
got an unlimited supply, you know.

It's important to me, Byker.

Very important.

Well, perhaps, there is an alternative.

But it would have to be
quietly done, you understand.

Quietly done.

It will be just between you and me, Byker.
Can you arrange it?

I'll see what I can do.

It's a couple of fellows,
name of Burke and Hare.

They're in the trade, so to speak.
I'll see what they can do.

They must be female,
no more than 20 years old.

I shan't forget.
It's exactly how I like them.

It's all right, isn't it? I mean,
she has been pretty, hasn't she?

Except where the cart wheel went over her.

Wait in there.

You'll find a good brandy.

- What do you think he needs 'em for?
- Eh?

- What do you think he does with them?
- I don't know.

But if I was you, I wouldn't eat
any meat pies in this neighbourhood.

- All right.
- You've done already?

Take it away.

Get it away from here now.

- What about the others?
- Others?

Yes, I shall need more.
As many as you can get.

Others?

- Might cost you a little more.
- You'll be paid.

And I think we could supply your needs.

Yes, I think we can do that.

We'll be in touch.

And that's how it's going to be

That's how it's got to be for me

- Watch out for these.
- Keep your hands to yourself!

The good doctor keeps an excellent cigar.

We're onto a very good thing
all around, my friend.

- A very good thing.
- What do you mean?

He only mucks 'em
about a little bit, doesn't he?

That one tonight, for instance.

Top half's as good as new.
We could sell what's left elsewhere.

You said we could supply him with more.

What'd you like, gentlemen?

- You, for a start.
- Oh, cheeky, aren't we?

- I can afford to be.
- And...

What would a girl have to do
to get that, then?

Nothing that's not in her nature.

We'll have two pints of porter.

For the time being.

Have what you want. As long as you can pay.

I've seen this girl before.

- She works at the tavern.
- Worked.

Worked at the tavern.
That's the correct vernacular, I think.

Very educated is Burke. Very educated.

And her neck. She's been...

Dead for some little while.

That's all you need to know,
Doctor, isn't it?

That's all you really need to know.

I mean, if you wish to make deeper inquiries,

I could cut off your source of supply.

Better make up your mind, Doctor.

We can do business elsewhere.

I thought so.

Done business with your
kind of gentlemen before.

All in the cause of science, eh, Doctor?

I mean, you got to do bad
to do good, ain't you?

Doctor Jekyll.

It is Doctor Jekyll?

Forgive me for introducing
myself in this way,

but I'm Susan Spencer.

We have the rooms above yours.

I'm sorry if I've made too much
noise of late, but I've been working.

- It will soon be finished.
- You misunderstand.

I haven't come to complain.
I merely wish to invite you for dinner.

- Dinner?
- I know you've been working very hard.

- And I thought...
- I'm sorry. It's uncommonly kind of you.

- But I'm very busy at this moment.
- Some other time, perhaps?

Yes, indeed.

Never mind. He might just
have had another engagement.

No, he said he was too busy.

Too busy?

Or impervious to women.

There, someone's knocked something over.

You don't think something could be wrong?

That we ought to go down there
and see that he's...

Susan, isn't one rebuff enough for you?

There is something wrong.

I just know there is.

Something terribly wrong.

Howard? He might just have fallen.

Or be ill, or something.

All right, Mother. I'll go down and see.

Will that satisfy you?

Doctor Jekyll?

I'm sorry.

Forgive me.

I take it all back about Dr. Jekyll
being impervious to women.

And he is busy tonight.

Very busy, I should think.

I envy him.

He doesn't seem to have got the joke.

Paper.

Miss Spencer?

The time... Do you have the correct time?

I have been working, I've lost all count.

It's soon after 11:00.

But surely your friend
could have told you that.

I'm sorry you were too busy to dine
with us last night, Doctor Jekyll.

I didn't realise you had a prior engagement.

My brother tells me she's very attractive.

He saw her? But, how did he...

- Your brother saw her?
- Last night.

Didn't she tell you?

Oh, you mean my... My sister?

- Sister?
- Yes.

Oh.

I look forward to meeting her someday.

- What is her name?
- Um...

Hyde.

Her name is Hyde. Mrs. Hyde.

She's a widow.

Excuse me.

His sister? And a widow, you said?

That is interesting news.

That's quite made my day.

- She is a damn pretty woman.
- Howard!

Oh. Sorry, Mother.
Just the same, she is deuce attractive.

Jekyll having a sister like that?

Never thought he had it in him.

So you see, we were both wrong,
and yet both right.

Hmm.

What the devil do you mean?

Well, the insect, you recall.

I said it was male,
you pointed out that it couldn't be.

But it was male before I treated it.

You mean, you changed its sex?

I invested it with female
characteristics, yes.

Keep away from me, my boy.

I'm having far too much fun the way I am.

But I did succeed in extending life.

Somewhere I've gone wrong.

Somewhere...

Perhaps from the very beginning.

Playing around with things
you don't fully understand.

Take my advice, dear chap, and give it up.

- Get back to your own line of research.
- I can't give it up, not now.

I'm so close. I must continue.

I can't! There's been
no message for me? None at all?

No. No, sir.

Secret assignation?

No, it's just two fellows
who said they'd meet me here.

Forgive me.

Of course I know where they're staying.

- Then take me to them.
- Huh. I don't know about that.

Burke and Hare, they're very
funny customers, aren't they?

They'll want to see me.

All right.

They're at Mrs. Murphy's.

It's not far. We can walk.

Looking for something, darling?

I'm not looking for you, Yvonne.
I'm looking for Mrs. Murphy.

- Mrs. Murphy ain't there.
- Where is she, then?

Floating down the river, I shouldn't wonder.

- What's going on?
- Burke and Hare! The grave-robbers!

That's what! And she's been
a boarding of them.

That'll learn the old bitch.

That will teach her to have
body-snatchers under her roof.

Here, you let go of me!

Unless you mean it.

- Unless you've got half a crown.
- Get off of him!

Where are Burke and Hare now?

Burke's up there!
We give him a lift-up in the world.

Burke by name, and a Burke by nature.

- Come on, Doctor. Let's get away from here.
- No! Hare...

- If I could only see Hare...
- Oh, you can see him.

But I doubt very much
if he'll be able to see you.

Not after he gets out of the lime pit.

I'm sorry.

It's got nothing to do with me,
but I've heard you pacing now for hours.

I know you haven't eaten.

Please don't be offended.

I'm flattered. Not offended.

Would it compromise you
if you took a glass of wine with me?

Thank you.

You must think me a strange man.

No.

I think you're noble.

I think you're working on something good.

And dedicated to it. Far too dedicated.

I'm delighted to make you eat.

But I wish I could make you rest.

To stop driving yourself so hard.

I can't.

Not until I've made a decision.

Your health and my gratitude.

Please.

- What kind of decision?
- It's a question of morality.

I have to weigh an evil
against an unquestioned good.

A lifeboat with half-a-dozen people aboard.

And a big steamliner with, perhaps, 500.

Would you sacrifice the lifeboat
to save the steamliner?

It's absolutely necessary
to sacrifice the lifeboat?

To save the liner, yes.

Then you must.

Any means is worth the end result?

If the end result is worthwhile
and important enough,

- then you have no alternative.
- Any means?

I decided I must take human life
so as to eventually prolong it.

And then came the next terrible decision.

Who?

At the end of the next long street

He'll be there

Around the next-up corner

Waiting there for me

Looking for something?

Well, it wasn't me!
I can tell you it wasn't me!

Well, it was one of you.
I got it from a barbarous wretch, you know.

Come on, Jack. Leave her.

Come on! Do you want the law here?

That filthy, dirty...

- Come on. She's not worth it.
- I should have killed her.

That sot be not worth tuppence.

I'd be doing everybody
a favour if I killed her.

- Her included!
- Come on.

Thank you, kind sir. You're a gentleman.

May I escort you?

Oh! A real gentleman.

I knew it.

I'm very popular with real gentlemen.

On account of the fact
that I speak fluent French.

'Course, I come from
very good stock, too, you know.

My father was a gentleman.

But he wasn't gentleman enough
to marry me mother.

Oh, that's by-the-by.

Point is, I can tell a real gentleman.

Not by the way he looks, but, well...

Real gentlemen, they have such
sophisticated taste in certain things.

A quiet one, are we?

You've hardly said a word.
Well, if you'd lost the use of your tongue,

perhaps you haven't lost
the use of your hands.

Undo me. Please, dear.

Oh, I hope you're not going
to be too vigorous, dear.

I mean, it's been a long, hard night
and I don't want any...

Hear this!

Hear this!

Hear this!

Good people of Whitechapel!

Hear this!

A murder!

Foul and horrible, grizzly murder!

Took place within this precinct...

- Howard, please!
- There's some excitement in the area.

It's nothing to do with us.
It does not concern us.

Hear this!

Hear this!

Good people of Whitechapel!

Hear this!

Murder!

Well, Professor?

Mutilations are expertly done.

Most expertly done.

A butcher? A slaughter-man?

Yes, very possibly.
He certainly knew what he was doing.

Hmm. Mad just the same.

I mean, who else but a madman
would do that to a woman?

Dr. Jekyll?

- Miss Spencer!
- Oh, please. I'd much prefer Susan.

I've brought you some supper.

That's kind of you, most kind.
I'll eat it later.

- You mustn't stay.
- You're ill.

- It's just a slight headache.
- But you're trembling!

- You've got a fever.
- For pity's sake, leave me! Leave me now!

Good evening.

It's Hyde, isn't it? Mrs. Hyde?

Is it?

The last time we met,

I didn't get an opportunity
to, well, introduce myself.

I am Howard Spencer.

Howard Spencer.

Uh, yes.

- How is your brother?
- Brother?

- Doctor Jekyll.
- Oh. He...

He hasn't been himself of late.

Oh, I am sorry to hear that.

Uh, well...

I'll see you again. I hope.

Howard?

I hope we shall meet again.

Well! I may not have much time for Dr. Jekyll,

but his sister is absolutely marvellous.

- You've just seen her?
- Yes. She's downstairs now.

I'd love to meet her. Mama, do you suppose...

Well, you can hardly go barging in
without an invitation.

But you do have that tray to collect.

Doctor Jekyll?

It's the same as before.
The same devilish hand.

But, Professor... Why would any man do that?

Hmm.

She was very young and pretty.

Ah, Byker! A word with you.

I'll see you later.

You've seen this one? Not very nice.

I'm used to it.

- Anything familiar about it?
- Familiar?

When you've been around
as many bodies as I have...

How's Doctor Jekyll?

Jekyll? Well, I should imagine.

You haven't been supplying him lately, then?

- Not lately, no.
- I see.

There's no point in offering him this one.

What he wants has already been taken.

- Oh, am I disturbing you?
- No, I'm glad to see you.

I wanted to see you to apologise
for my behaviour last night.

- You're feeling better.
- Yes. Come in.

- Let me take that.
- Thank you.

Sit down.

- What's burning?
- Oh, just some old clothes.

Well, not old, exactly.
Stained by chemicals, you see.

- I'm afraid I was careless.
- Well, as long as you replace them.

Yes, I've already ordered some,
they're sending them over.

Oh, that must be them.
It was outside the door.

I see. Thank you.

You've heard about the murders,
of course. Two.

Mama is absolutely terrified,
she's completely forbidden me to...

Fools! The blasted fools!

How could they've made such a stupid mistake?

I specifically ordered them to...

It's not even your colour.

- But it's not a mistake.
- What?

They're for your sister. You see?

Charged to Mrs. Hyde.

Around the next dark corner

Please make him there

Waiting there

I'll keep searching, looking, waiting, hoping

I hope you know what you're up to, Professor.

I merely want you to wait and to observe.

Mmm. Depends on how long I have to wait.

At the moment, there's not much to observe.

He's at home. He's awake.

- There's nothing else to report.
- Patience, Sergeant Danvers.

And moderation.

I want a sober and reliable witness.

- Witness to what?
- Maybe nothing.

We shall just have to wait and see.

A man.

They'll be looking for a man.

What was that you were saying
about moderation?

Don't do as I do, Sergeant.

Do as I say.

Hello. He's got a woman in there.

- What?
- Just now.

I saw a woman go past the window.

- Where?
- She's gone now, but there was a woman.

Are you sure?

It was a woman. I saw her shape clearly!

I'm no bloody Lothario,
but I can tell a woman when I see one.

There she goes again.

Oh, perhaps Jekyll
has taken my advice at last

and forsaken research for a while.

I hope that doesn't mean
we're sitting here for nothing.

With an empty brandy flask.

Mrs. Hyde?

Someone coming out.

It's a woman.

And a deuced pretty one, too.

Professor...

There. That's where we're supposed
to be looking at.

With an empty brandy flask.

Trouble with you is you don't know
when you've had enough.

You didn't ought to have had that last gin.

- I'm all right.
- Well, you go straight home, mind.

Don't you be talkin' to any
strange men, or familiar ones, either.

I'm telling you, I'll be all right.

- Hey, just a minute! Come here!
- What's it now?

Over there.

- Where?
- Someone waiting.

Oh, it's only a lady.

- Night, Yvonne.
- Night.

Excuse me.

Do you mind if I walk a little way
with you for company?

Well, with a murderer about,
I'll be glad of it.

Yeah.

You don't think he'd do 'em in twos, do you?

Who are you? Do I know you?

I don't think so.

No, I don't think so.

Sergeant Danvers! Sergeant Danvers!

There's been another murder.

- Where?
- Hornsey Lane, sir.

Hornsey Lane.

Well, that explodes your theory
about Dr. Jekyll.

Whip him up.

Any comments, sir?

None that I haven't already made.

It's a queer business, Sergeant.

Very queer.

I... Oh, I'm sorry...

Oh. Doctor Jekyll.

Um... Good evening.

And how is your delightful sister?

Fine. Excellent.

I am in excellent health.

No, no, you...
You misunderstand me, your sister.

Howard...

No, do you hear me? No!

Jekyll, my dear chap.

I just happened to be passing.

And so I thought, marvellous
opportunity to catch up on your news.

See just how much progress
you've been making.

Seems rather more than I'd anticipated.

- Taken my advice, eh?
- No.

I mean...

No need to be embarrassed, dear chap.

Perfectly normal and natural.

Been preaching it to you for years.

Put a woman in your life. A good woman.

And one day you'll wake up,

you'll look at yourself in the mirror
and you'll see a changed man.

Robertson, I don't mean to be rude, but...

Understand, dear chap. Understand absolutely.

Two is company. Three... Positive deviation.

I'll leave you to it.

Terrible thing, these murders.

- Murders?
- Oh, come now.

I know you're a remote sort of fellow,
but they've been happening all around you.

Oh, yes, the murders.
I've paid them little heed, I'm afraid.

My work, you see.

The elusive elixir of life. How's it going?

Well.

Very well. Couldn't be better.

I'm glad to hear it.

Most glad.

I was caught in a terrible trap.

To continue my work, I needed sister Hyde.

Yet, all the time I became more and more
aware of her growing dominance within me.

A dominance I no longer had the strength
to fight, contain or control.

Hello, darling. Looking for something?

Yes, Constable. What is it?

Another murder, sir. In Leg o' Mutton Yard.

- When did this happen?
- Very recent, sir.

Minutes, probably. Trail is quite fresh.

Yes, well, tell Sergeant Danvers
I'll be with him directly.

Sir.

But first, there's another call I must make.

Professor Robertson.

But of course, it could only be you.

You have me at a disadvantage, ma'am.

My brother has told me so much
about you. Won't you come in?

Your brother?

Dr. Jekyll. I'm his sister.

The deuce you are. He never
mentioned that he had a sister.

And such a sister.

Forgive me, ma'am.
It is your brother I came to see.

- He's not here.
- Thought as much.

How long has he been out? All evening?

I haven't seen him since I arrived.

I knew it. I knew I was right.

I don't understand.

Perhaps I shouldn't be saying
this to you, ma'am,

but I have grave suspicions.

- Very grave suspicions.
- Suspicions?

About his actions, his state of mind.

Professor, I'll be honest with you.

I, too, have been very anxious
about him of late.

But we can't talk here.

And if he were to return,

there must be somewhere else,
somewhere quieter.

More discreet.

There are my rooms, of course.

But then you would be unchaperoned.

That would be an adventure.

To date I've led a very sheltered life.

Come, Professor.

- You did tell him?
- Said he'd be along directly, sir.

Mmm. Not like Professor Robertson.

Not like him at all.
Wonder what's keeping him.

- Your brother...
- Forget him.

I can't.

That's why I brought you here.
To talk about your brother.

You've heard of the murders in this area?

The Whitechapel murders?

Well, I have been involved
in them in an official capacity.

There's a terrible similarity
about all the victims.

About what he does to them.

I told you I had grave suspicions.

Well, that suspicion is based on observation.

And my knowledge of your brother's work.

I've lived with this problem for days now.

I've struggled with my conscience.

After all, your brother was...

Is my friend, I owe him something.

But I have a public responsibility, too.

And I am convinced
that your brother is the man who...

We can talk later, Professor.

Jekyll...

That was a dream.

Hideous nightmare. No!

Robertson.

It was you. You!

I'll be rid of you!

It is I who exist, Dr. Jekyll, not you.

It is I who will be rid of you!

Rid of you!

Howard.

If you...

If you knew what you do to a man.

Oh, if you could imagine
what a man feels when he...

But I can

imagine it.

Howard?

Oh, damn. It's Susan.

Dear sister Susan.

Howard?

Yes. Yes.

- Just come in.
- I thought I heard your voice.

Oh. Uh...

This is Mrs. Hyde.

We were just talking.

My sister Susan.

I've been longing to meet you.

I know your brother quite well.

So I gather.

He's very fond of you, isn't he?

He said that?

There are no secrets
between my brother and I.

None.

Yes, he's very fond of you.

And I am very fond of your brother.

A fascinating situation, don't you think?

It'll be interesting to see who wins.

"Wins"?

But, of course,
I have the stronger personality.

I always have. Ever since I...

Ever since the moment I was born.

My poor brother is far too weak.

I don't think he's in the least weak.

But not like you, Howard.

Not like you.

But now you must go. Both of you.

- Leave me!
- When shall I see you again?

Please go.

Leave me!

We'll see who wins.

We'll see.

Knife grinding!

Any knife to grind?

Knife grinding!

Any knife to grind?

- Susan.
- Dr. Jekyll.

- But you look so ill.
- Just overworked, that's all.

- You saw my sister last night?
- Yes.

I want you to promise me something.

- Stay away from her.
- Your sister.

- But I don't understand.
- I can't explain, just trust me.

Stay away from her, she means you great harm.

But why? And how could you possibly know?

I just feel it, that's all.

Promise me you'll do as I say.

If it pleases you.

Thank you.

And you can do something for me in return.

- Anything.
- I have two tickets for a concert tonight.

- Howard doesn't care for it...
- I will be delighted to escort you.

If you would call for me at eight o'clock.

Well?

Very pretty. But then
you always do look very pretty.

But I want to look
especially attractive tonight.

- You think he'll like it?
- That's if he sees it.

Lucky if anyone sees anything tonight.

- The fog's like pea soup.
- Oh!

I got lost twice on my way home.

Oh.

Yes, charming.

- You know, it's quite charming.
- Oh, Howard, do you really think so?

Yes, positive. So full of prettiness.

- Let's hope it's not wasted.
- What do you mean?

Our Dr. Jekyll's a pretty unpredictable chap.

It's just as likely that he'll call it off
at the last minute, and...

He wouldn't do that. He promised.

Mama.

No, of course, he wouldn't,
he'll keep his promise.

Howard knows he will.

Yes, just teasing you.

You did agree eight o'clock,
didn't you, dear?

I think that clock's a little fast.

Well...

Yes, just a little.

Perhaps he got lost on the stairs.

I told you the fog was thick.

He must be on his way by now.

I'll go and meet him halfway. Bye, Mama.

Dr. Jekyll?

Dr. Jekyll.

Dr. Jekyll?

Dr. Jekyll.

Please.

He's outside, calling a cab.

Goodnight, Howard.

There will be a different kind
of victim tonight.

Not a street walker.

A fresh, young virgin.

And then, the tug of war
will be ended between us.

I had won a battle, but only just.

I knew it could only be a matter of time
before sister Hyde completely took over.

My only hope lay in pinpointing
the flaw in my researches,

and that meant one more experiment,
one final experiment.

So, desperately, I turned for help to Byker.

I'm very sorry. As you can see for yourself
I've got nothing that's suitable for you.

I'm very sorry.

I had to kill again,
but I dared not evoke Hyde.

I had to do it myself. Myself.

Marie! If you find your gent
charge him half a crown.

Tell him it's gone up.
Tell him everything's going up!

I write this testament as a scientist.

And as a salutary lesson to those
who would tamper with nature.

Laugh if you like,

but I worked for a man once. A doctor.

- Special work, if...
- Get to the point!

The point is...

We all know how the Ripper
carves them, don't we?

We all know his particular little quirks.

This doctor used to carve them
in the same way.

The self-same way.

Well...

- Who is he, this doctor? What's his name?
- His name?

Oh. I'll tell you that, perhaps.

After I've had another drink!

Tell me, now! Right now!

And now it is done. Finished.

And I have destroyed myself.

And those that I loved.

I think that window's open.
Would you close it, Susan, please?

This the place?

- Tall building. Brick front.
- Number five.

That's it.

Dr. Jekyll?

Police.

Open up, in the name of law.

- Have you seen him?
- He went back in, Sergeant.

Sergeant, look!

Up you go. Come on.

- Run aloft.
- For pity's sake, what's he done?

He's the Whitechapel murderer.

Don't be a fool. Don't jump!

Downstairs.

No!

No, you'll kill me!