Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde Page #4

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a son, and now you're going to be that.

Now, I've had my say. Let's have

your nightcap. It's getting late.

And by the way, I've taken a box

for the opening concert at Albert Hall.

You'll join us, of course.

- So you and the old boy cross swords?

- Yes.

Seems I must discontinue my research,

spend my life diagnosing measles...

...mumps, and whooping cough

or encounter his serious disapproval.

Even I was surprised when you took a

Marley dinner party into your confidence.

You need not agree with me,

I just have a decision to make.

Harry, you and I

have been friends for years.

I can't agree with you, but that doesn't

make a difference to our friendship.

Let's drop into the club.

It'll do you good.

Well, I'll walk that far with you.

Let me go! You thug! Let me go!

Help me! Help me!

Let him go. Let him go.

- You get a cab. I'll see what's happened.

- Yes.

A girl can't walk out with a chap.

Who does he think he is?

- The big...

- Did he hurt you?

Lt'll take more than a bloke

like that to...

Why, I bet I look ever so untidy.

You sure you're not hurt?

Why, I...

I don't think so.

- What is it? Your ankle?

- Yeah. It's twisted.

Do you mind?

No, not at all.

- After all, an ankle can be very painful.

- You are ever so kind.

Me side too. He hit me.

Well, I should have caught him.

No, no.

I'm...

I mean, I'm so glad you stopped.

If you take my meaning.

My friend is getting a cab.

Perhaps we could drop you somewhere.

- You're ever so kind.

- Shall we try it now?

There. That's a girl.

Gentlemen like you shouldn't be

bothering yourself about me.

Now, what sort of a gentleman

doesn't like to help a pretty girl?

Now.

And me with me hat all over me head.

So he asks me if he can

walk me home, he does.

Well, I turns around

to him, and I says, "Yes. "

When a girl is out late, it's nice to have

a bit of company to see her home.

Naturally.

Well, I know what's what.

You have to if you are a barmaid.

I like a bit of fun, as the saying goes...

...but when a bloke grabs you

with nasty notions in his head...

...it's time to put your foot down.

I'm...

I'm sorry to bother you gentlemen.

Well, here we are.

- It hurts more now.

- Does it?

- Can I give a hand, Harry?

- No, I think I can manage.

I'm so sorry.

- Night.

- Night.

Here?

The light's by the door,

if you have a match.

Right.

You better let down your blouse.

Why?

Well, you want me to have

a look at you, don't you?

I don't know.

You are looking, ain't you?

Well, how about your side?

Do you want to look at my side?

Well, don't you want me to?

You aren't half a fast one, aren't you?

I forgot to mention,

my friend and I are physicians.

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