[Bell chiming]
[Birds chirping]
“Come, ye blessed children of my Father,
receive the kingdom prepared for you
from the beginning of the world.'
Grant this, we beseech thee, O merciful Father,
through Jesus Christ, our mediator and redeemer.
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. -Amen.
[Chiming continues]
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 Homes.
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!
[ Footsteps approaching]
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!
I had a good team to help me. Now, if you --
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?
- Oh. I -- - I'm so proud!
[ Laughs ] You're really going to play for England.
- Milly, please. Not here. -You're in all the papers.
-[ Coughs ] -Uh, Milly.
Inspector Mayhew, Scotland Yard. Milly Revell.
Ah, Miss Revell. Revell?
Ah, not the daughter of Sir Revel Revell, are you?
[Chuckles] I see you're otherwise engaged, Mr. Dallas.
I'll, uh -- 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.
I can't ask him now. Not in court.
Why? Is it against the law?
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.
[ Smooches ]
-[ Giggles ] -Oh, 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 and vicious woman.
You're late. Sit down and listen.
Can you honestly say that you could have 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?
[ Spectators murmuring ]
[ Groans softly]
My lord, gentlemen of the jury,
if that lady referred to by my learned friend
could come down into this court at this moment,
I suggest that the look she would bestow upon the defendant
would not be one of infinite pity,
but one of infinite horror.
My lord, 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.
I Laughter]
- MAN: 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 friend's 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.
[ Spectators murmuring ]
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, my lord, that I refuse to swear.
JUDGE: Now, let me be quite clear about this.
DYNE: There's no confusion, my lord.
I am a forensic alienist, not a magician.
JUDGE: We are not questioning
your professional qualifications.
Do you wish to affirm?
When it comes to men's brains,
it's best not to start swearing oaths about the truth,
let alone the whole truth.
JUDGE: That is not an answer to my question.
Milly, you must not send me notes in court.
I didn't. Did you ask Father?
Sorry about the note, sir. Uh, Perkins, Evening Globe.
How does it feel to be picked for the England 15?
You're impertinent, sir.
I would never consider disturbing you
when you are working.
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.
Please don't speak to me in that manner.
I shall remain here until you have done as I wish.
On, Milly.
[Bell chiming]
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.
[Sighs]
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's mad.
Or at least mad enough to be certified if he's found guilty.
I object, my lord! What right has this man --
- JUDGE: Silence. -I will not be silent.
Sir Revell.
My lord, I object.
This witness is prejudiced.
We're all prejudiced, 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.
I Laughter]
MAN: Order. Order.
But to be serious for a moment,
let everyone in this place look closely at his neighbor's face.
Cannot you detect something wrong in the eyes, in the mouth?
A trace of madness where the, uh,
[Clears throat] 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.
[indistinct talking]
Sir Revell, 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 recall the old adage, Sir Revell?
I Laughter]
Would you like my opinion, my lord,
on the condition of the brain
of the learned counsel for the defense?
No, thank you, Professor.
[ Laughter continues]
MAN: Order.
Order.
[indistinct talking]
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 will burn in the fires of hell, not me!
JUDGE: Silence.
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.
My lord, I see before me a tired and beaten man,
his counsel in disarray,
having exhausted their energies in vain pleadings on his behalf.
But, my lord, I would not hit a man when he is down.
So with your permission I will reserve my question
until tomorrow morning.
[ Spectators murmuring ]
MAN: Order.
- Yes, yes. -Order.
This court will adjourn until 10:30 in the morning.
[indistinct talking]
Wilson's 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.
- But, sir, coming from you -- -Oh, no, I wish I could.
But I'm afraid I have a -- 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.
There you are, Edward. Now, come along.
You're a great disappointment to me, Charles.
I will 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!
[Sighs]
Mm. 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 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?
You'll take my money, then 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.
And 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.
- MAYHEW: Oh, Mr. Dallas. -inspector.
Could I crave your indulgence, Mr. Dallas?
[ Chuckles ] It's, uh -- It's for my boy.
- Oh. What's his name? -Uh, Harry.
I'm surprised to see you still here, Mr. Dallas.
I had to give Wilson a piece of my mind.
Ah. [Chuckles]
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?
Oh, he doesn't mean it, of course.
But he's not the most reasonable client.
There you are, Inspector.
[ Chuckles ] 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 for the female sex is unjust, Mother.
Oh, 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 amiss.
-[ Door closes] -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?
L-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.
And the longer the case, the more they get paid.
Ah! Sorry I'm late.
Lord Chief hauled Jimmy Ladbroke and myself up for a roasting.
Told us to get a move on and finish this case by Friday.
He wants to hunt with the Quoin or something.
Mr. Dallas has a very important question to ask you, Papa.
Don't talk to me about questions.
We've had enough 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.
F La Ga Gee Gee pum pum pum F
I, um...
I, uh, saw Wilson, Sir Revell.
Ah, Wilson. Who's Wilson?
- The, uh, defendant. -Oh, yes.
Silly idiot. Shouting out like that. Ohh.
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, uh -- Well, he said he was going to make a change.
Ah, 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 by the end of the week.
[indistinct talking]
[Sighs]
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?
My lord, uh, 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, my lord.
[Sighs]
We will await the return of your messenger, Mr. Coyle.
Do you think he's funked it, sir?
I expect he's overdone it.
He was always too fond of his brandy.
My lord, Mr. Ladbroke's clerk has informed me --
Well, that is, Mrs. Ladbroke
has informed Mr. Ladbroke's clerk to inform me --
Pray inform us, Mr. Coyle.
My lord, 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.
[ Spectators murmuring ]
My lord, I-l don't know what to make of it at all. At all.
-[ Sighs ] -[ Spectators murmuring]
MAN: Silence.
Are you prepared to continue with the case, Mr. Coyle?
No, my lord. I'm not at all prepared.
Uh, 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 should 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.
[indistinct talking]
Mr. Dallas! Mr. Dallas!
DALLAS: Inspector.
- About the Ladbroke case... -Oh, it'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."
That's exactly what George Thomas Wilson said, is it?
Yes, he said it. But you don't --
And now today -- the very next day --
the leading counsel disappears into thin air.
No clues.
But 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 fellow 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.
[indistinct talking]
There's no more news of Mr. Ladbroke, my lord.
There's no one that's found a living trace of him.
[ Spectators murmuring ]
MAN: Order.
Silence.
My lord, uh...
My leader, Sir Revel Revell, has also disappeared.
[ Spectators murmuring ]
He went out suddenly last night and never returned.
MAN: 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?
"...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, uh, then, if we may assume for a moment
that you didn't write it, then, uh, 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!
- Really, Inspector. -Can you think of anyone else?
- No, but -- -Well!
I say everything points to him.
I can see 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?
Yes. Saw him this morning.
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-bottomed motive.
All right! So Wilson has a motive.
But how did he do it?
Well, um, bribery? Accomplices?
I don't know.
But is there any other reason for anyone else
to spirit away two elderly Q.C.s?
There's -- 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.
[ Laughs 1
Well, you 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.
[ Laughs 1
Missing Q.C. sensation!
Home Secretary to make statement!
Missing Q.C. latest! Missing Q.C. sensation!
Home Secretary to make statement!
Statement, indeed.
I never saw such a feeble pronouncement in my life.
The Home Secretary's 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.
[Sighs] 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?
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 damned lunatic case.
He was right.
Do you know I think for once he might be.
[Bell chiming]
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.
Ah! You're all on wires, aren't you, Mr. Dallas?
Well, naturally, I -- I'm very upset about this whole business.
Really?
I should have thought you'd have 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 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.
Oh. Have the Revells many children?
Milly's their only daughter.
Ah. Interesting.
I've 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.
Ah, 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 intelligent gentlemen
and concealing them from the authorities for over a fortnight
must be something in the nature of a 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 your doctor's advice.
I'm going to give you some pills. Sedatives.
Eh, you're not serious
about withdrawing from the England team?
Oh, yes, sir. It's not really the time --
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.
A very good evening to you, Mr. Dallas.
Thank you, Ethel.
Thank heavens.
[Bells chiming]
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 -- Go home.
Go to bed. Go to sleep. Play rugger.
Do anything you like. But please leave me --
And what do you mean by withdrawing from -- What?
Oh, thank you.
It's for you?
-It's for you. -it's from Lady Revell.
Nothing to do with the case, I suppose?
I don't know until 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.
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.
You see, there were some directions on it.
Somewhere down in Surrey.
You 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.
Pigheaded.
Try to remember where it was, Lady Revell.
She had to catch a train from Waterloo.
She looked it up in the directory.
Oh, she's marked it. Look. Barwood.
Barwood?
[Hooves clopping]
[Dogs barking]
[Dogs barking, howling]
[Birds cawing]
What is this place?
Oh, bless you, sir. Don't you know?
Well, no.
It's a lunatic asylum.
That's what it is. Full of loonies.
And that'll be two shillings to you, sir.
Oh, yes. Of course.
- Thank you, cabby. -Ah, thank you, sir.
[Dog howling]
[ Bell rings 1
[Hooves clopping]
[Thunder rumbling]
[ Bell rings 1
[Jingling]
[Locks disengaging]
Good afternoon. I was wondering if a young la--
DYNE: What's going on, Brander?
Professor Dyne.
Mr. Dallas! Well, I never! What brings you here?
Well, sir, I --
Of course. You've come to find Miss Revell.
Ah, it's all right, Brander. I know our visitor.
Pleased to see you, Dallas.
Your young lady's here. Safe and sound.
All the better for seeing you, I have no doubt.
I'm sorry, sir. I had no idea.
Lady Revell said that Milly had gone off to see a well-wisher.
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 should 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.
Oh, 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 heavens, 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.
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 Q.C.s than myself.
[Thunder crashes]
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.
[ Chuckles ] No. I don't really mean it.
But, uh, 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.
Sometimes I long to examine a mind
that isn't diseased, though.
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.
Mm. Some people do. They're 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 man.
[Thunder crashing]
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 so interesting.
And so unlovable.
[People moaning, screaming]
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.
[Thunder crashing]
[ Machinery clatters]
Could we come with you, Professor?
Well...
You see, there are certain -- certain things not suitable
for the eyes and ears of a young lady.
I am a trained nurse, Professor.
Are you? Are you, indeed?
And I should very much like to come.
Oh, well, uh, in that case.
But you understand it's on your own responsibility.
[Thunder crashing]
[ Meaning, screaming continue]
Calm down. Calm down.
It's all right. I am here with you.
-It's all right. -MAN: No, no, no!
No, no.
[Screaming stops]
[Man whimpering]
Calm down, old fellow.
Calm down.
That's right. That's right.
Calm down. That's it.
Manic-depressive. Suicides.
- Can you help him? -Oh, yes.
[Thunder crashing]
I shall extirpate part of the frontal lobe.
I shall operate tonight, Matthew.
Prepare the patients.
What are the operations to be?
DYNE: 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.
Hmm, 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... -[ Thunder crashing]
[indistinct talking]
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 no -- -Milly.
[ Chuckles ]
Oh, well, just as you like, my dears.
I'll go and order a carriage immediately.
God's sake, Milly, we've got to get out of here!
- We've got to get 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.
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?
[ Door opens ]
So, my dears, you 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 Q.C.s 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. -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.
Oh, Charlie!
[ Machinery clattering]
[Dogs barking]
[ Door slams ]
[Dogs barking, birds cawing]
Get him! Get him!
Get him!
[ Barking continues]
I apologize for the discomfort, Miss Revell.
But you'll appreciate
I must have absolute quiet while I'm working.
All right, Matthew. Let's begin.
Dallas?
Mm.
It appears that your Mr. Dallas has left the house, Miss Revell.
I don't think he'll get away.
It's 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.
[Dogs barking]
Go on! Go on! Get him! Come on!
Get him, boy! Come on!
Come on! Get him!
[Dogs barking]
Come on! Get him! Come on! Come on! Come on!
[Birds cawing]
[ Door opens ]
[Door closes]
[ Breathing heavily]
What do we got here, then? 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 to him.
Scotland Yard on a Sunday night? Oh, you'll be lucky.
The professor is a dangerous criminal lunatic.
He is about to murder two innocent men in cold blood.
Oh, is he?
Well, you better come in here, then.
You tell us all about it.
It's desperately urgent! There's not a moment to lose.
Oh, well, we better do something about, then, hadn't we?
I mean, we can't have the professor going around
murdering people in cold blood, now, can we?
What? Don't! Listen, you idiots!
What are you doing?!
Listen to me, will you?!
What? Oh!
That were a close thing. Ruddy loony.
Yeah, the first one of them got away
from the professor's place in years.
DALLAS: Aaah!
[ Groans softly]
Go on. Save it.
I don't like it, Sergeant. It's sort of creepy.
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.
Now what do we do?
Come on.
Oi.
Well?
God save us, I think he's dead.
- Aah! -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 I can't --
- Come on. - Do as he says.
You all right, Sergeant?
-[ Gasping ] -Now...
What the devil do you think...
Handcuff your Sergeant.
Do as I say. Tell him, Sergeant.
Do as he says.
I'm sorry about this, Sergeant.
That's better.
- All right, Sergeant! I got him! -Save your energy.
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.
[Sighs]
Right blooming idiots we're gonna look.
Clever lunatic, if you ask me.
Yeah, they're the worst. The cunning ones.
And he's strong as an ox.
Now what do we do?
God knows.
- What? -MAN: I'm sorry, sir.
Can't get through to London at all, sir.
All the lines are down.
It's the storm, sir. Brought 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?
God's sake, can't you get it into your heads?
- I am not a lunatic. -No, no, sir. Of course not.
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.
What? Not the England fly half?
Well, yes, actually. Now perhaps you'll believe me.
Good Lord.
It seems we owe you an apology, sir.
Good Lord, sir. I mean, well, good Lord, sir.
12th of March, 1900.
Comparative dissection of two healthy male brains
commenced 7:37 postmeridian.
[Bell ringing, pounding on door]
[ Muffled grunting]
SERGEANT: I want to speak to Professor Dyne, please.
Urgent!
[ Muffled grunting]
- Easy, there. -Oh, look sharp, please.
Patient of his. A desperate character.
You people ought to be more careful.
Can't have dangerous lunatics
wandering around the countryside.
Take it easy. You're home.
You'll be all right now.
Steady.
-[ Muffled grunting] -Come on, now.
Will you take it easy?
Will you -- I'll have to give you --
Go get your master. Double-quick time.
I'll give you such a...
Think he believed us all right. So far, so good.
We all said in the village
that butler weren't right in the head.
Yeah, real comic, isn't he?
Pray God we're in 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 gonna be here all night.
Old professor's got some nice things.
DALLAS: Shh!
[ Machinery clattering]
Look after him, you two. And then follow me.
[ Grunting ]
Come on, Sergeant!
[People moaning, screaming]
Mr. Dallas?
It's all over, Professor.
All over?
I had only just begun.
Begun.
What had I begun?
- Give me that, Professor. -[ indistinct shouting]
Calm down. Okay.
Oh, Milly, darling. Are you all right?
Darling, thank God.
[Shouting continues]
[indistinct talking]
- JUDGE: Sir Revell? -Yes, my lord?
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. -My lord.
Ah. Now, where were we?
Oh, yes.
Uh, 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.
My lord, 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...
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, violence, and deception.
My lord, may I humbly beg to remind my learned friend
yet again about his question?
Oh, yes.
Uh, what about that question, Mr. Ladbroke?
Question, my lord?
What question?
Uh, what was the question, Sir Revell?
The question my learned friend was about to ask,
which, simple though it was, would finish the case.
- JUDGE: Ah. -[ Spectators murmuring ]
MAN: Order.
My learned friend asks a question about a question.
I do not intend to answer his question, my lord,
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 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?
[ Laughs 1