Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Come in.

-What is it, Poole?

-It's 2:
45, sir...

and your address at the University

is at 3:
00.

So it is, Poole.

-You know, Poole? You're a nuisance.

-Yes, sir.

But I don't know what I should do

without you.

Thank you, sir.

Your sense of duty

is as impregnable as Gibraltar.

-Even Bach can't move it.

-Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

I'm afraid you'll be late, sir.

I see you want to get rid of me.

All right, Poole.

They're lovely roses, Poole.

Thank you, sir.

-Will you wear your overcoat or cape, sir?

-Give me my cape.

-Good afternoon, Jasper.

-Good afternoon, sir.

-Nice day, isn't it?

-lsn't it, sir?

-St. Simon's.

-Yes, sir.

Constable.

-How are you, sir?

-Very good. Thank you, sir.

I won't need you anymore today, Jasper.

Dr. Lanyon will take me

where I'm going later.

Yes, sir.

-How do you do, Dr. Jekyll?

-How do you do?

-Hello, Hampton.

-Afternoon, sir.

The auditorium's full, sir.

It always is when you speak, sir.

Flattery!

-I hope Jekyll's in form today.

-He's always in form.

The old codgers are in for another jolt.

I'd wager your friend has something

up his sleeve again, Dr. Lanyon.

Jekyll is always sensational,

always indulging in spectacular theories.

Gentlemen...

London is so full of fog...

that it has penetrated our minds...

set boundaries for our vision.

As men of science, we should be curious...

and bold enough to peer beyond it...

into the many wonders it conceals.

I shall not dwell today

on the secrets of the human body...

in sickness and in health.

Today, I want to talk to you

of a greater marvel:

The soul of man.

My analysis of this soul,

the human psyche...

Ieads me to believe

that man is not truly one...

but truly two.

One of him strives for the nobilities of life.

This we call his good self.

The other

seeks an expression of impulses...

that bind him to some dim animal relation

with the earth.

This, we may call the bad.

These two carry out an eternal struggle

in the nature of man...

yet they are chained together.

And that chain spells

repression to the evil.

Remorse to the good.

Now, if these two selves

could be separated from each other...

how much freer the good in us would be.

What heights it might scale.

And the so-called evil, once liberated...

would fulfill itself and trouble us no more.

I believe the day is not far off...

when this separation will be possible.

In my experiments, I have found...

that certain chemicals have the power....

Tell me, he can split me in two

like a jolly amoeba.

-By Jove, it's marvelous.

-I confess it's too much for me.

Why don't you stay at home

and send your other self to the lecture?

To divide a human being in two?

Ridiculous!

I'm going to try to analyze my psyche.

-I didn't expect you to agree with me.

-Agree with you? You talk like a lunatic.

But I hope

you're sane enough to remember...

that we have a consultation

at the Duchess of Densmore's.

-I'm not going.

-What?

Please give the duchess my compliments

and some castor oil.

I saw her yesterday. She's a bit bilious,

more in spirit than in body, I'm afraid.

-I'm going along the free wards.

-My dear fellow, be reasonable.

You know how insistent the duchess was

on your coming.

You can't neglect her

for a lot of charity cases.

Can't l?

It's the things one can't do

that always tempt me.

Just as you like.

But you'll remember we're having dinner

at the Carews' tonight.

-I'll pick you up later.

-Thanks. You'll find me in the wards.

See you at 9:
00.

Mary, what are you doing

with those crutches?

I can't do without them, sir.

Yes, you can do without them, Mary.

I told you yesterday.

Believe me, I can't do anything for you.

I believe you, sir...

but I can't walk without them, sir.

Yes, you can. Give them to me.

Don't be afraid.

Now walk, Mary. Come on. Come to me.

Yes, sir.

Walk, Mary. Come on.

All right, sir. I can walk, sir.

-Of course you can.

-I can walk, sir!

There, there, Mrs. Lucas.

-lt hurts, doesn't it?

-Yes, sir.

Sometimes a doctor must hurt you a little

to make you well.

Yes, sir.

And if a doctor thinks

a slight operation is necessary...

there's no need to be afraid, is there?

-No, sir.

-I want you to know it's going to cure you.

I believe you, sir.

Jekyll, we haven't much time, you know.

I'm sorry.

I'm afraid I must miss the dinner.

I'll come afterwards for the dancing.

-What's keeping you?

-I must operate on this patient at once.

Why not leave it

to one of the house surgeons?

They're quite competent.

Perhaps, but I prefer to do it myself.

Will you make my excuses

to General Carew and Muriel, please?

As you like.

Lanyon, you make my excuses

to the General...

and I'll make mine to Muriel myself.

All right.

Yes, Miss Muriel.

Will it be almond cakes

with coffee, Hobson?

-I'm sorry, miss. I don't think so.

-But we must have almond cakes.

-Send for them immediately.

-Very good, miss.

-What's this about almond cakes?

-Dr. Jekyll likes them, Father.

You know you'll spoil that fianc of yours.

-I like spoiling him.

-So I observe.

And what about your father?

You're already the most spoiled darling

in the world.

Dr. Lanyon.

Lanyon. Delighted to see you.

Punctual for dinner,

punctual in everything.

How do you do, sir?

-What an astonishing motto.

-How do you do?

-Where's Jekyll?

-He stayed to perform an operation.

-lsn't he coming?

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