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The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ,

and the love of God.

And the fellowship of the Holy Ghost

be with us all evermore.

Amen.

Amen.

George Thomas Wilson?

I am arresting you for the murder of your wife,

Agatha Elizabeth Wilson.

In late Victorian times,

there lived many detectives.

The rivals of Sherlock Holmes.

Murder trial in second week.

Latest, junior counsel picked for England.

Read all about it.

Latest, latest.

Murder trial in second week.

Latest, junior counsel picked for England.

Oh, Mr. Dallas.

Oh, congratulations, Mr. Dallas.

That was such a game you played on Saturday.

Thank you, inspector.

That try of yours in the second half, Mr. Dallas,

was a work of art.

A work of art.

Well, I had a good team to help me.

Now, if you'd-

Success on the field, Mr. Dallas.

I like to see that.

It's a pity you can't have the same success in here today.

You know Wilson's guilty as well as I do.

He'll hang, Mr. Dallas.

He'll hang.

Isn't that a matter for the jury

to decide, Inspector Mayhew?

I'm so proud.

Are you really going to play for England?

Milly, please-

You're in all the papers!

Milly, Inspector Mayhew, Scotland Yard.

Milly Revell.

Ah, Miss Revell?

Not the daughter of Sir Revel Revell, are you?

I see you're otherwise engaged, Mr. Dallas.

I'll leave you.

I thought you were supposed to be on duty.

I got the afternoon off.

Now, Charlie Dallas, it is my wish that you

ask my father for my hand in marriage forthwith.

Well, I can't ask him now, not in court.

Why, is it against the law or something?

Milly, this is my first major case as junior counsel.

My big opportunity given to me by your father.

I can't interrupt him now to ask for his daughter's hand.

I mean it's...

Well, it's un...un...

Unbelievably, jelly-kneed.

If you don't do it, I shall ask him myself.

Mmm, Milly.

Gentlemen, you see before you a pathetic figure.

A decent, honest, God-fearing, Englishman

brought to this sad pass by the intricate

devilments of a scheming ambitious woman.

You're late.

I'm sorry, sir.

Sit down and listen.

Can you honestly say that you could've endured

the appalling and prolonged provocation

that this man has endured,

and still retained your sanity?

There is a great lady who stands above us

with her eyes bandaged so that justice shall

not be warped or prejudiced.

But if we could see beyond that bandage,

would we not also see a look of infinite pity in her eyes?

That look of infinite pity that must

always temper justice in a just man?

Milord, gentlemen of the jury,

if that lady referred to by my learned friend

could come down into this court at this moment.

I suggested that look she will bestow upon

the defendant would not be one of infinite pity

but one of infinite horror.

Oh no, that is a grossly improper remark.

In reply to a grossly improper suggestion.

My learned friend has the arrogance to claim

that he has justice on his side.

I am merely defending that great lady's

greatest virtue, impartiality.

My learned friend is being offensive.

We are both being offensive.

I intend to be, but you can't help it.

Order.

I concur.

You are both being exceedingly and childishly offensive.

Pray, desist, and continue, Mr. Ladbroke.

You noticed, did you not, the suggestion of insanity

creep into my learned friends speech.

In case he should nail that hoary

old red herring to his masthead,

let us deal with it directly.

I call, Professor...

What's the fellow's name?

Dyne.

Dyne?

Augustus Dyne.

Ah, Professor Augustus Dyne.

Call Professor Dyne.

Call Professor Dyne.

Take that book away.

I'll have none of that religious hocus pocus.

My Lord, this is...

Do you wish to affirm, professor?

You may take it, milord, that I refuse to swear.

Let me be quite clear about this.

Oh, there's no confusion, milord,

I'm a forensic alienist not a magician.

We are not questioning your professional qualifications.

Do you wish affirm?

When it comes to men's brains,

it's best not to start swearing oaths about the truth.

Let alone the whole truth.

That is not an answer to my question.

Milly, you must not send me notes in court.

I didn't.

Did you ask father?

Then who-

Sorry about the note, sir.

Perkins Evening Globe.

How does it feel to be picked for the England 15?

You are impertinent, sir.

I would never consider disturbing you when

I expect you to extend the same courtesy to me.

Good day.

Sorry, sir.

Oh, Charlie that was magnificent.

Milly, it is my wish that you go home.

Now.

I am not a member of the press, sir.

Please, don't speak to me in that matter.

I shall remain here until you have done this as I wish.

Oh, Milly.

May I ask what your relationship to Mr. Dallas is?

That is a matter I expect to be decided

before the court is adjourned this afternoon.

All the court is asking of you, professor,

as a distinguished specialist,

is your considered professional opinion.

What you really want to know

is if I think this fellow is mad,

or at least mad enough to be certified,

if he's found guilty.

I object, milord!

I must strongly object.

What right has this man to-

Silence.

I will not be silent!

Sir Revell.

My Lord, I object.

This witness is prejudice.

We're all prejudice, Sir Revell.

Just as we're all, to some degree, insane.

There are, at this moment,

a pair of monomaniacs facing each other in this very court.

Order. Order.

But to be serious for a moment,

let everyone in this place

look closely at his neighbor's face.

Can you not detect something wrong

in the eyes, in the mouth?

A trace of madness where the Great Creator's hand

has slipped.

None of us is perfect.

But I say to you now,

in my opinion,

this defendant is as fit to face

his trial and judgment as anyone in this courtroom.

Thank you, Professor Dyne.

Concerning your daughter,

I have a question I would like to ask.

Of course, my boy, of course.

Anytime.

Members of the jury,

this witness has not even examined the defendant.

What is your opinion worth?

I put it to you, professor.

If you want a full investigation,

Sir Revell, give me your man.

I'll give you an answer to your question inside a week.

And by that time, of course,

the defendant will be of more interest

to an undertaker than to a judge and jury.

Yes, if I may say so that is a very silly answer.

To a silly question.

You'll recall the old adage, Sir Revell.

Would you like my opinion, milord,

on the condition of the brain of a learned counsel

for the defense?

Thank you, professor.

Order. Order.

Decent, honest, God-fearing.

You heard the words spoken on behalf of the defendant.

Decent enough to have watched his wife,

his intended victim, die a slow and agonizing

death from poison.

Honest enough to have bought her coffin

with money stolen from her three days

before she died.

And demanded 15% discount on the deal.

There is honesty for you.

God-fearing?

I hope so for his soul's sake

for it is the only thing that can

save him from the fires of hell.

It's you who'll burn in the fires of hell,

not me.

This is a case of murder.

As cold-blooded and premeditated and brutal

as any in the history of crime.

To remove any last traces of doubt

that may still linger in your minds,

I intend to ask one question.

That question simple though it be

will finish the case.

Milord, I see before thee a tired and beaten man.

His counsel in disarray having exhausted our energies

in vain pleading from his behalf.

But milord, I would hit a man when he is down.

So, with your permission,

I will reserve my question until tomorrow morning.

Order. Order.

This court will adjourn until 10:30 in the morning.

This is not helping his case in the slightest.

Impulsive, far too impulsive.

Perhaps if you had a word with him, sir?

Excellent idea, my boy.

You talk to him.

Oh, but sir, coming from you...

Oh, I wish I could,

but I'm afraid I have a rather pressing engagement.

Ah, Milly, my dear.

Did Charlie talk to you, father?

Of course he did.

He was talking all the time.

See you at home tonight, Charlie, my boy.

Discuss tomorrow's details.

You're a great disappointment to me, Charles.

I'll not cry in public.

Please, take me home.

But Milly, I have to speak to our client.

As you wish.

If you really prefer the company

of that man to mine.

What do you want?

Where's Sir Revell?

Mr. Wilson, Sir Revell is of the opinion

that you are not helping matters

by your uncontrolled outbursts in court.

Please, take our advice and remain silent.

I don't like the way this case is going.

I don't like the way that Ladbroke's

allowed to get away with it.

We're giving him a bit of rope, that's all.

To hang me.

That's your little game, is it?

Going to take my money and let me swing.

And as for that professor.

The prosecution is perfectly entitled

to call its own witnesses.

Professor Dyne is a most eminent surgeon.

Well, I don't like it.

I don't like that question left in the air like that.

It's a threat.

If you're not happy about the way your defense

is being handled. Mr. Wilson,

it's always open to you to make a change.

I'm going to make a change, all right.

I'm going to take this case into my own hands.

Mr. Dallas.

Inspector.

Could I crave your indulgence, Mr. Dallas?

It's just for my boy.

Oh, what's his name?

Harry.

I'm surprised to see you still here, Mr. Dallas.

I had to give Wilson a piece of my mind.

Not losing confidence is he, surely?

The man's an idiot.

He's threatening to take the case into his own hands.

Is he now?

He doesn't mean it, of course.

But he's not the most reasonable client.

There you are, inspector.

Thank you, Mr. Dallas.

Good night.

Good night, Mr. Dallas.

I simply don't understand Charlie.

He tackled the entire Scottish 15 single-handed,

but he hasn't the courage to tackle Papa.

You're being very unjust, dear.

Life of the female sex is unjust, Mother.

Nonsense.

You're far too much like your father,

and you're far too knowledgeable

for a young woman of your age.

A little feminine weakness wouldn't come a miss.

Father!

Milly.

Now, you are not to speak to your father

until Mr. Dallas has.

Oh, Mr. Dallas, good evening.

Good evening, Lady Revell.

Isn't my husband with you?

I'm afraid not he's with the Lord Chief.

Oh.

You'll join us for dinner, of course.

Oh, that's most kind of you.

I'm sorry, I upset you this afternoon.

But you must let me deal with matters in my way.

As soon as this case is over, I'll speak to your father.

Charlie, you know quite well when Papa and Mr. Ladbroke

get their teeth into a nice juicy murder case

they like to keep it running for at least a month.

I can't wait that long.

Are you suggesting that your father deliberately prolongs-

There's no harm in it.

They're like children.

The longer the case, the more they get paid.

Ah, sorry I'm late.

Lord Chief hauled Jimmy Ladbroke and meself

up for a roasting.

Told us to get a move on,

and finish this case by Friday.

He wants to hunt with the quorn or something.

Mr. Dallas has a very important question to ask you, Papa.

Question?

Don't talk to me about questions,

we've heard enough about questions

for one day, eh Charlie?

You know that old Jimmy Ladbroke.

He's a cunning devil.

Now, Milly my dear, run along,

there's a good child.

Charlie and I are busy.

I...

I saw Wilson, Sir Revell.

Oh, Wilson?

Who's Wilson?

The defendant.

Oh yes, silly idiot shouting out like that.

He's not too happy about the way the case is going.

Oh, isn't he?

Isn't he, by Jove?

Impudent fellow.

He said, well, he said he was going to make a change.

They all do. Every man jack of them.

They always want to conduct their own defense.

Well, let him.

That's all I can say.

And the black cap will be on him by the end of the week.

Mr. Ladbroke's not here yet, sir.

Oh, he'll overdo it one of these days.

Does the prosecution wish to continue with the case?

Milord, may I request a few moments delay?

Mr. Ladbroke has not yet arrived in court.

I have sent down to his chambers.

Please excuse, most extraordinary, milord.

We will await the return of your messenger, Mr.Coyle.

Do you think he's fainted, sir?

I expect he's over done it.

He was always too fond of his brandy.

Milord, Mr. Ladbroke's clerk had informed me,

well that is Mrs. Ladbroke has informed

Mr. Ladbroke's clerk to inform me-

Pray, inform us, Mr. Coyle.

Milord, Mr. Ladbroke went out after supper

on an urgent call for a meeting with a solicitor,

and hasn't been seen or heard of since.

Milord, I don't know what to make of it at all, at all.

Silence.

Are you prepared to continue the case, Mr. Coyle?

No, milord, I'm not at all prepared.

Would an adjournment be at all in order?

With the consent of the other side.

My Lord, we might, I presume, claim a verdict

of acquittal, as our opponent is unprepared

to proceed with the case.

However, I shall be very reluctant to adopt a course

which however legal,

might not be seen by the world at large

as satisfying the course of justice.

We therefore leave the matter in your lordship's hands.

Very right and proper, Sir Revell.

In the circumstances. I see nothing for it,

but to adjourn this case until this time tomorrow.

Mr. Dallas!

Inspector.

About the Ladbroke case.

There's a case already?

I'd like a word with you immediately.

Could you possibly step over to my offices in Scotland yard?

"I am going to make a change, all right.

I am going to take this case into my own hands."

And that's exactly what George Thomas Wilson said, is it?

Well, yes, he said it, but you-

And now, today, the very next day,

a leading counsel disappears into thin air.

No clues and a very strong motive, which is more important.

But in the circumstances,

how could he possibly have done it?

He's been in custody for 12 weeks.

Well, he could have had it all planned beforehand.

A fella like that always has accomplices, many accomplices.

Wilson's never behind this.

Look, I admit it's an outside chance,

but outsiders do come in, you know.

Inspector, you're making this all sound

more sinister than it really is.

Old Jimmy Ladbroke will be in court tomorrow

or I'll eat my wig and gown.

There's no more news of Mr. Ladbroke, milord.

There's no one that's found a living trace of him.

Order.

Silence.

Milord, my leader, Sir Revell, has also disappeared.

He went out suddenly last night,

and never returned.

Silence.

Both counsel disappeared into thin air?

What is the meaning of this?

I ask you in the name of justice.

What is the meaning of this, hmm?

I'm sorry, therefore, that I must

beg you to return to your chambers,

but I am sure you will agree that the matter

is of the utmost urgency, Charles Dallas.

And I'm supposed to have sent this to Sir Revell?

Do you deny writing that note?

Certainly I do.

But it is in your own handwriting, Mr. Dallas.

It's a good imitation of my handwriting,

but I assure you I didn't write it!

Both Lady Revell and her daughter have

identified that handwriting as yours.

I know, but I didn't write it.

I told them that,

and naturally they believe me.

Oh, well then if we may assume for a moment

that you didn't write it,

then, well, who did?

If we knew that, inspector,

we'd be a long way towards solving the mystery.

Presumably someone who had access to your handwriting.

Which could be any one of a thousand.

But there is one obvious suspect.

Oh?

George Thomas Wilson!

Oh, really, inspector.

Well, can you think of anyone else?

No, but...

Oh, I say everything points to him.

Well, concede he might, possibly,

have a motive for removing the prosecuting counsel,

but why on earth should he want to kidnap

his own defense counsel?

To get rid of him.

He wanted that.

You told me so yourself.

Have you seen Wilson?

Yeah, saw him this morning.

A very cock-a-hoop he was, too.

Of course, he denied having anything to do

with the kidnappings.

Actually had the effrontery to ascribe

it to an act of God to prove his innocence to the world.

Though why he should involve the Almighty

in a purely police matter I can't think.

I'll tell you what I do think,

I think that with both the counsels out of the way,

the judge is quite likely to say

there is no case against Wilson.

And order an acquittal, you mean?

Exactly.

And that is what I call a copper bottom motive.

All right, so Wilson has a motive,

but how did he do it?

Well, bribery, accomplices.

I don't know.

But is there any other reason for anyone else

to spirit away two elderly QCs?

There's been no demand for ransom, nothing like that.

Supposing it was me, and I was a little mad,

and I had a legal problem of appalling complexity?

I'd want to pick the brains

of the best lawyers in the country.

You will find your madman, Mr. Dallas.

And you prove Wilson did it?

Aye, that is a wager.

Let's hope one of us comes up with something quickly.

Whichever way you look at it,

it's a damn lunatic case.

Missing QC sensation.

Home secretary to make statement.

Missing QC latest.

Missing QC sensation.

Home secretary to make statement.

Statement, indeed.

I never saw such a feeble pronouncement in my life.

The home secretary is in a very difficult position.

Nearly a week and not a clue.

What could he possibly say?

But nothing seems to be being done.

I really can't understand it.

Lady Revell, let me assure you that

I, for one, am giving up every spare moment

of my time to the task,

and not only me.

It's not too much to say that

the whole nation is looking for

your husband and Mr. Ladbroke.

Then all I can say is they can't be looking very hard.

I wish I were a man.

Clearly, you're all looking in the wrong place.

We must be patient, Milly.

Patient?!

You say you're doing everything you can,

but what exactly are you doing?!

Well, I've withdrawn from the England 15

till they're found.

What more do you want?

Charlie, I'm sorry.

You shouldn't have done that.

I'm sorry, really I am.

It's all right.

All I can say is whoever did this

must be absolutely potty.

Absolutely.

Just a minute.

What?

Inspector Mayhew said it was a damn lunatic case.

He was right.

Do you know, I think for once he might be.

All right, Mr. Dallas, let's have a look at you.

Oh, it's not me, professor, I'm perfectly all right.

You're an expert on the insane.

All I'm asking...

Yes, yes.

Some inflammation at the base of the left basal ganglia.

Quite, quite.

You're all on wires, aren't you Mr. Dallas?

Well, naturally, I'm very upset

about this whole business.

Really?

I should've thought you'd been delighted.

Two of your seniors painlessly removed.

Quick promotion.

It's not as simple as that, sir.

You see, I'm very attached to Sir Revell's daughter.

Oh, forgive me.

I had no idea of the matter was

of more than ordinary interest to you.

Women been getting at you a bit, have they?

Oh, Milly's a splendid girl,

but she's just like her father, very impatient.

Have the Revells many children?

Milly's their only daughter.

Ah, interesting.

I have long held the theory that

the first female child has a similar brain structure

to that of her father.

Never been able to prove it, of course,

but it's a fascinating possibility.

I'm getting old, Dallas.

Professor, supposing this kidnapping

to be the work of a lunatic,

have you any idea as to the sort of man we might be after?

Well, I must confess the case interests me

along with the rest of this nation of armchair detectives.

I should like to be able to help you.

You may well be my last hope.

But as to it being the work of a lunatic,

it seems to me that whoever is capable

of spiriting away two exceptionally

and concealing them from the authorities

for over a fortnight,

must be something in the nature of genius.

Yes, but what's the motive?

There must be a reason.

Now, look here, my boy.

Just you forget about motives

and all the rest of this amateur detective nonsense,

or you'll have a proper breakdown.

You stick to your own job.

Let the police get on with theirs.

And you tell that to Miss Milly Revell.

It's a doctor's advice.

I'm going to give you some pills, sedatives.

You're not serious about withdrawing

from the England team?

Oh, yes sir, it's not really-

There you are.

Take two at night.

Reconsider your decision.

You're a great player.

We can't afford to lose you.

Good evening, professor.

And a very good evening to you, Mr. Dallas.

Thank you, Ethel.

Thank heavens.

Good morning, inspector.

Oh no, not again, not today.

Not on Sunday.

Please, leave me alone.

Have you found anything more against Wilson?

No, not today, Mr. Dallas, not today.

Well, our investigations seem

to have ground to a complete halt.

Mr. Dallas, look, go home,

go to bed, go to sleep, play rugger,

do anything you like,

but please leave me...

What?

Oh, thank you.

It's for you.

It's from Lady Revell.

Nothing to do with the case, I suppose.

I won't know till I see her.

Oh, Charlie, I'm so relieved to see you.

Milly's gone.

Gone?

Where?

She had a note.

A note?

It arrived this morning from someone

who thinks he can help find my husband.

Oh, who was it?

Please, try to remember.

Didn't say.

It was just signed a well wisher.

Well, have you the note?

Milly took it with her.

Well, you see, there were some directions on it.

Somewhere down in Surrey.

I mean, you really shouldn't have let her go

without someone to escort her.

I tried to stop her, Charlie, really I did,

but you know Milly.

Once she's made up her mind,

she's just like my husband.

Pig-headed.

Try to remember where it was, Lady Revell.

She had to catch a train from Waterloo.

She looked it up in the directory.

Well, she's marked it.

Look.

Barwood.

Barwood.

What is this place?

Ah, bless you, sir.

Don't you know?

Why no.

It's a lunatic asylum.

That's what it is.

For the loonies.

That'll be two shillings to you, sir.

Oh yes, of course.

Thank you, cabby.

Thank you, sir.

Good afternoon.

I was wondering if a young lady-

What's going on, Brander?

Professor Dyne.

Mr. Dallas, well, I never.

What brings you here?

Well, sir-

Of course, you've come to find Miss Revell.

It's all right, Brander.

I know our visitor.

Please to see you, Dallas.

Your young lady's here.

Safe and sound.

All a bit of a scene you had no doubt.

I'm sorry, sir, I had no idea.

Lady Revell had said that Milly had

gone off to see a well wisher.

- Naturally- - Naturally,

she was concerned, of course.

A childish device, I must admit,

but you must forgive us elderly gentlemen

our eccentricities.

We have a visitor, Miss Revell.

A pleasant surprise, eh?

Hello, Charlie.

Milly.

A glass of Madeira , Mr. Dallas.

Oh, thank you, professor.

Brander, the Madeira.

Brander was once one of my patients, years ago.

Weren't you, Brander?

He doesn't answer because he cannot.

During the operation,

a hemorrhage occurred in Broca's convolution.

We get on very well together, Brander and I.

I never stop talking.

He never says a word.

Most satisfactory.

All right, Brander.

Why did you have to operate, professor?

Criminal lunatic, my dear.

Violent crimes of the vilest nature.

I'm proud of Brander.

He's one of my big successes.

Your work is so important,

so very worthwhile, professor.

I like to think so, my dear, I like to think so.

Perhaps you'll be able to help me with it.

I shall be delighted to help you in any way I can.

Good, good.

Professor, I gather you suggested that

you might be able to find Sir Revell.

Did I?

Did I, indeed?

Well, yes, sir.

Your note to Milly.

As to actually finding Sir Revell,

I'm afraid I can't promise that,

but as I was explaining to his charming daughter,

I do have one or two theories.

Then, you don't know where he is?

Good heaven's no.

But you said...

Actually, it was Mr. Dallas who set me thinking.

I thought it would be a good idea

if I were to meet you.

A clearer picture of Sir Revell,

coming from his only daughter,

might have proved helpful.

I don't see how.

Oh, my dear Miss Revell,

we who deal with the mind must

study every possible aspect of the case

before making our appraisal.

Of course.

Actually, I can't think of anybody

with a better motive for abducting

two eminent QCs than myself.

You?

Miss Revell, think how valuable and interesting

it would be for me to be able to compare

two of the finest minds in the country.

You don't really mean that.

No, I don't really mean it,

but it would be the chance of a lifetime, wouldn't it?

I mean, speaking purely professionally.

You have your patients, surely.

Oh yes, my poor patients.

But sometimes I long to examine a mind that isn't diseased.

I always thought that if it was for research,

you could get healthy bodies from the hospitals.

Oh yes, dead ones.

No good dead.

Must have blood and oxygen pumping through them

to get the correct reactions.

The professor's joking with us, Milly.

I know you always use animals for research.

Some people don't like wasting their time.

The human brain is like no animal brain,

much more interesting and complicated.

The most complicated, involved,

and secret mechanism known to men.

And of all men,

I have come nearest to unraveling those secrets.

Poor animals.

I like animals.

Why should I take it out on them?

They don't mean any harm.

Not like we do.

We, human beings actually mean harm.

Have you ever thought of that?

The seeds of greed, cunning, cruelty

are planted in every human being.

In even the finest brain there is a flaw, a stain.

Our personalities are split between good and evil,

and we cannot always control which side comes out on top.

That's what makes the human race interesting,

and so unlovable.

Ah, my patients.

This kind of storm upsets them terribly.

If you'll excuse me for a few moments,

I think I must go and see them.

Could we come with you, professor?

Well, you see, there are certain things

not suitable for the eyes and ears of a young lady.

I'm a trained nurse, professor.

Are you?

Are you, indeed?

And I shall very much like to come.

Oh, well in that case,

but you understand it's on your own responsibility.

Calm down, calm down.

It's all right.

I am here with you, it's all right.

No, no, no!

No, no, no.

Calm down, old fellow.

Calm down.

That's right, that's right.

Calm.

Manic depressive.

Suicidal.

Can you help him?

Oh yes, I shall take part of the frontal lobe.

I shall operate tonight, Matthew.

Prepare the patients.

What are the operations to be?

Something new.

Something very difficult.

Do you know, I believe I'm the only surgeon

in the world who could even attempt it.

And I'm 72.

I should like to watch you operating sometime, professor.

So you shall, my dear.

So you shall.

When I was a medical student,

you wouldn't believe the clumsy

butcher's tools they had to use.

I've had to invent most of these myself.

Now, you take...

That was very interesting, professor.

Wasn't it, Charlie?

Very.

As the professor's operating tonight,

don't you think we're outstaying our welcome?

Oh, but I thought Miss Revell wanted to watch me operate.

We surgeons love an audience, you know, my dear?

Oh Charlie, can't we stay?

I really think we ought to be getting back.

But Charlie, there's-

Milly.

Oh, well, just as you like, my dears.

I'll go and order a carriage immediately.

Now Charlie, that was very rude.

We've got to get out of here.

We've got to get some help.

What are you talking about?

He's got your father and Mr. Ladbroke in there.

That's who he's planning to operate on.

What?

Oh, come Charlie.

While he was showing you around,

I saw Sir Revell being prepared for the operation.

I promise you, it's true.

What are we going to do?

So, my dears, you have found the solution to your problem.

What do you mean, professor?

Oh, come Mr. Dallas, you don't imagine

I'm so naive as not to have realized

why you are so anxious to leave.

I don't understand.

The two missing QCs are about to be sacrificed

to the cause of medical research.

Research?

The world will call it cold-blooded murder.

One day, the world will be more generous.

Humanity will be the richer for the knowledge

I shall gain from the dissection

of two of the finest brains in the country.

You're mad!

The dividing line between insanity

and genius is a narrow one, Mr Dallas.

Happily, I fall into the latter category.

Come Miss Revell, you wanted to watch me operate,

and so you shall.

Now, look professor, it's a fascinating theory,

but don't you think this has gone far enough?

You can't be serious.

Oh, I am, my boy.

Perfectly serious.

Come along, Miss Revell.

Stay where you are, Milly!

Don't be foolish, Mr. Dallas.

I should hate to have to use this.

For God's sake, professor!

Over there, Mr. Dallas!

Now, we shall see you later.

Meantime, feel free to help yourself to a drink, won't you?

You'll find plenty of reading matter

to help you pass the time.

Charlie.

I apologize for the discomfort, Miss Revell,

you will appreciate I must have absolute quiet

while I'm working.

All right, Matthew let's begin.

Dallas?

It appears that your Mr. Dallas

has left the house, Miss Revell.

I don't think he'll get away.

It is just not possible.

My grounds are too securely guarded.

All right, Brander.

Now, to work.

And afterwards you yourself will provide

the material for my final and conclusive experiment.

Go on, go on, get him!

C'mon, get him!

C'mon, get him!

C'mon, get him!

C'mon, c'mon!

What have we got here, on a Sunday night and all?

I just got away from the hall.

What hall?

Barwood Hall.

Professor Dyne's place?

Listen, get in touch with Inspector Mayhew, Scotland Yard.

Got it?

Mayhew, tell him...

No, let me speak.

Scotland Yard on a Sunday night?

Oh you'll be lucky.

The professor is a dangerous criminal lunatic.

He's about to murder two innocent me in cold blood.

Oh, is he?

You'd better come in here then.

You can tell us all about it,.

It's desperately urgent.

We've not a moment to lose.

Oh, well, we'd better do something

about it then, hadn't we?

I mean, we can't have the professor

going around murdering people in cold blood

now can we?

Don't!

Listen, you idiots!

What are you doing?!

Listen to me, will you?!

That were a close thing.

Ruddy loony.

Be the first one of them got away

from the professor's place in years.

God save us.

I don't like it, sergeant.

It's sort of creepy.

Oh, he'll calm down.

Give him time.

Maybe somebody should take a look at him?

Well, go on then, take a look at him.

You take a look at him.

We'll both take a look at him.

I think he's passed out.

Well, what do we do?

Come on.

Well?

God save us, I think he's dead.

What the devil?!

Stay where you are or I'll break his neck!

For God's sake!

What do I do, sarge?

You'll do exactly as I say

or your friend's a dead man, I mean it.

Now, unlock these handcuffs.

Oh, but-

Come on!

You all right, sergeant?

What the devil?!

Now, handcuff your sergeant.

Do as I say?!

Tell him, sergeant!

Do as he says.

I'm sorry about this, sergeant.

That's better.

Save your energy, constable,

you'll need all your strength soon enough.

I'm sorry about this.

Put me through to Scotland Yard

fast as you can it's very urgent.

He's telephoning Scotland Yard.

Dangerous lunatic.

That's what he is.

What blooming idiots we're gonna look.

Clever lunatic, if you ask me.

They're the worse, the cunning ones.

And he's strong as an ox.

Now, what do we do?

God knows.

What?

I'm sorry, sir.

Can't get through to London at all, sir.

All the lines are down.

It's the storm, sir.

Blown them all down, it seems.

Damn!

No luck?

Now, why don't you come back here like a good fellow?

Let us take care of you and no harm done.

For God's sake, can't you get it into your heads

I'm not a lunatic?!

No, no, sir, of course not, sir.

So, you'll just come and let us out of here,

and prove how sensible you are.

All right then.

Look at this.

Recognize him?

Charlie Dallas.

The same.

Well, not the England fly off?

Well, yes, actually.

Now, perhaps you'll believe me.

Good lord.

Seems we owe you an apology, sir.

Good lord, sir.

I mean, well, good lord, sir.

The 12th of March, 1900.

Comparative dissection of two healthy male brains

commenced 7:37 post meridian.

I want to speak to Professor Dyne, please!

It's urgent!

Easy lad.

The professor, please.

A patient of his of desperate character.

You want to be a bit more careful, you know.

Can't have dangerous lunatics

running around the countryside.

Take it easy, you'll be all right.

Come on then.

Easy.

Go and get your master.

I think he believed us all right.

So far, so good.

They always said in the village,

that butler weren't right in the head.

Yeah, a real comic, isn't he?

Pray god, we're on time.

Go away, Brander.

I'll not be disturbed.

Yes, that should be all right.

Do you hear me, Brander, go away!

I'll not be disturbed!

You'd think he'd be worried, wouldn't you?

Losing one of his patients.

Looks like we're going to be here all night.

Old professor's got some nice things.

Shh!

Look after him, you two,

and then follow me.

Come on, sergeant!

Mr. Dallas.

It's all over, professor.

All over?

I had only just begun.

Begun.

What have I begun?

Oh, Milly darling, are you all right?

Oh Charlie, thank god.

Sir Revell.

Here, milord.

Mr. Ladbroke, I should like it to be

put on record that this court is relieved

to see you both safely restored to our midst.

My lord.

Now, where were we?

Oh yes!

Ah, Mr. Ladbroke, if I may remind you,

before we were so rudely interrupted

by forces outside our control,

you were about to ask a question.

Milord, gentlemen of the jury,

let us remove the last traces of doubt

that this man who stands indicted before you

is guilty of the crime of which he is accused.

A crime so Machiavellian in its conception.

So monstrous in its execution-

Sir Revell, may I marry your daughter?

Of course, my boy, of course.

Now, just be quiet and listen.

That any human being could stoop

to such extremes of villainy and violence and deception.

My lord, may I humbly beg to remind

my learned friend, yet again, about his question.

Oh yes, what about that question, Mr. Ladbroke?

Question, my lord?

What question?

What was the question, Sir Revell?

The question my learned friend was about to ask,

which simple though it was,

would finish the case.

Order.

My learned friend asked

a question about a question.

I do not intend to answer his question, milord.

But would rather remind him, in his own words,

that there is a great lady who stands above us.

Her eyes are bandaged so that justice

shall not be warped or prejudiced.

Congratulations, Mr. Dallas, Miss Revell.

Try and keep him behind his scrum, Miss Revell.

You can always leave police matters

to the professionals, you know.