The strange case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

"The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde"

Based on the novella by R. L. Stevenson

Mother, I already drew his body.

Do I need to draw his soul now?

Mother, where is a person's soul?

Screenplay: Georgi Kapralov, Aleksandr Orlov

Director: Aleksandr Orlov

There, there, straight ahead!

The cab's out front, sir.

Sir, the cab's out front.

Sir!

It's alright. Simply a hungry faint.

Move along, move along.

Diana?

Bad news, I'm afraid, Henry. You're late again, dinner's over.

You'll have to eat alone, which is deleterious to a man of your habits.

If a man is worth inviting,

he is worth waiting for.

How fares your new patient?

They say she's lovely, even in a faint.

How have you heard about that, Diana?

Why, it's simple. We've had a telephone installed.

Lady Joan informed me that she saw you save that poor girl.

Oh, that Lady Joan.

We were also hungry without you here, Henry.

You should have a telephone installed.

I'll telephone you every 30 minutes.

My joy...

Remember, we haven't met yet, Henry.

Thank you.

Go ahead, go ahead...

Good evening, Henry.

Good evening.

Here, we can speak privately and you can tell me that story.

Happy to see you, Utterson, old man.

- Good evening, Jekyll. - Good evening.

I need to speak to you about your will.

My poor Utterson.

I never saw a man so distressed as you were...

when you read my will.

Sorry, old man, I won't be a moment.

I apologize, I was delayed.

Ah, there you are, Doctor.

- Good evening. - We're used to it by now,

you're always busy, always treating someone.

Jekyll, I'm happy to see you.

Actually, would you mind taking a look at our young Dick?

He seems to have a suspicious cough.

Don't be silly, Neville. He's felt better for a while now.

Has he?

Excuse me, Doctor.

I rather think he has a cough, dear.

Next time, Doctor, I'd like to take advantage

of your kind disposition towards us.

I'm always at your service, sir.

You know, Henry, I never approved of your will.

Oh, my will. Yes, certainly, I know that.

- You have told me so. - Well, I tell you so again.

You're my friend, and a longtime client,

and were you in my place, you also wouldn't fail to remark on a document

which provided that all your possessions were to pass

into the hands of your friend and benefactor, a Mr. Edward Hyde,

not only in the case of your decease,

but also in the case of your disappearance or unexplained absence

for any period exceeding three calendar months,

at which point the said Hyde

should enter into possession of your property,

totaling roughly a million pounds,

free from any burden or obligation.

This is a matter I thought we had agreed to drop.

Henry, you know me.

You know I am a man to be trusted.

I begin to fear that there is some secret

at the bottom of this.

Tell me in confidence.

I make no doubt I can get you out of it.

My good Utterson.

This is very good of you, but indeed it isn't what you fancy.

It is one of those affairs that cannot be mended by talking.

But to put your good heart at rest, I will tell you one thing:

The moment I choose, I can be rid of Mr. Hyde, easily and permanently.

I give you my hand upon that.

But who is this Mr. Hyde? Where did he come from?

Introduce us.

That wouldn't be easy to do, Utterson, not at all easy.

He rarely visits me.

But... how old is he, what is his occupation,

what sort of a man is he to see, at the very least?

Are these things I may ask?

He is not easy to describe.

His appearance is unusual.

There is something displeasing about it, downright detestable.

He is a man of small stature, he has light hair,

roughly 28 years old, perhaps 30...

No, Utterson, I can't describe his appearance,

and it's not want of memory, for I declare I can see him this moment.

I'd like to understand the reason for your affection towards Hyde,

or perhaps even bondage to him, call it which you please.

This is a private matter.

Come. Please join me.

- Eh? - Mr. Hyde? If I'm not mistaken?

Yes. That is my name. What do you want?

I am an old friend of Dr. Jekyll's,

Mr. Utterson of Gaunt Street.

Might you admit me with you?

You will not find Dr. Jekyll inside, he is from home.

How did you know me?

Before I answer, will you do me a favor?

With pleasure. What shall it be?

Will you let me see your face?

Thank you. Now I shall know you again.

It may be useful.

Apropos, you should have my address. Soho, 18 Gower Street.

Soho, 18 Gower Street!

Soho, 18 Gower Street. Thank you.

Is Dr. Jekyll at home, Poole?

I will see, sir. Come in.

Will you wait here by the fire?

Or would you care to sit down?

Yes, here, thank you.

My mind misgives me Henry is in deep waters.

If this Hyde suspects the existence of the will,

he may grow impatient to inherit.

Mr. Utterson! Mr. Utterson!

Dr. Jekyll has gone out.

Poole, I saw...

Mr. Hyde go in by the old dissecting room.

Is that right, when Dr. Jekyll is from home?

Quite right, sir. Mr. Hyde has a key.

Your master seems to repose a great deal of trust in that young man.

He does indeed. We have all orders to obey him.

I do not think, Poole...

I ever met Mr. Hyde here?

Dear no, sir. He never dines here.

Indeed we see very little of him on this side of the house.

He always comes and goes by the laboratory.

Well, good night, Poole.

And tell your master I'd like to see him, tomorrow, for instance.

And one other thing. Give him this cane.

No particular reason. Call it a small gift.

- Good night, Mr. Utterson. - Good night, Poole.

It's not far, sir.

It seems the victim was a man high in public estimation.

A purse and gold watch were found in his pocket,

but no cards or papers,

except a sealed envelope, addressed to you, Mr. Utterson.

Which was the reason we asked you to come. Drive!

Yes, I understand.

Will you help us identify the body, Mr. Utterson?

Yes, of course. I must examine it.

I pray to god my suspicions aren't founded.

The murderer was gone, but left a great deal of evidence.

Most importantly, a woman recognized him, one of these ladies of ill repute.

Left here.

She had just been walking outside of her establishment.

The murderer is a certain Mr. Hyde.

It happened here. Here.

There, there...

Yes, I recognize him.

I am sorry to say that this is Sir Danvers Carew.

- A Member of Parliament. - There, there...

There, there...

Good god. Can it be, sir?

Scandal.

Here, here...

And this... is the murder weapon, sir.

The murderer struck him with such ferocious cruelty that the stick,

although made from some very tough and heavy wood, broke.

And this half rolled over there, to the pavement.

Perhaps you know the murderer?

Is this Mr. Hyde a person of small stature?

Yes. Particularly small and particularly wicked-looking,

as the witness states.

He frequented this establishment.

Soho, 18 Gower Street. Soho, 18 Gower Street!

If you will come with me in my cab,

I think I can take you to his house.

Forgot your keys again, and at such a late hour.

I was told this is Mr. Hyde's residence?

Yes, this is Mr. Hyde's. He's not at home.

He came in very late tonight, and left again in less than an hour.

There's nothing strange in that.

Very well. In that case, we wish to see his rooms.

I had better tell you who we are.

This is Inspector Newcomen of Scotland Yard.

And I'm Utterson, notary and attorney.

He's in trouble, is he? What has he done?

He don't seem a very popular character.

And now, my good woman, let me and this gentleman have a look about us.

Come in, come in.

Yes...

Oh, it's you, Utterson.

Good morning.

You may go, Poole.

Yes, yes.

I hope you've heard what took place last night.

Carew was my longtime client.

You have not been mad enough

- to hide this scoundrel, have you? - Utterson.

Utterson, I swear to God, I will never set eyes on him again.