Abbott and Costello Meet Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

And whose pocket are you picking?

Sorry.

I thought maybe the monster had struck again.

It would be an easy thing for him to do

with me sleeping in the park.

The monster murders time and again

and never a trace of him have they found.

I know.

They don't know whether he's a man or an animal.

Might even be a woman.

It's possible, you know.

Of course I know.

My wife's a monster to me.

She's joined them suffragettes.

Do you believe in women voting?

No, I can't say that I do.

Ladies, gentlemen:

listen to the story of the neglected,

abused and unappreciated women of today.

Ah, you got bats in your belfry.

Hire a hall.

Why don't you join the army?

Yeah, if you want to vote like men,

why don't you fight like men?

I'll show you rabble that women can fight!

Oh, go home and fight your old man.

Come closer, everyone,

listen to the story of downtrodden women.

Now, will all of you be kind enough to sign our petitions

and help us get the right to vote?

Who'll be the first to sign?

How about you, sir?

Will you sign?

Right on the dotted line.

Uh, Bruce Adams.

Employed by the Daily Reporter, Fleet Street.

Office hours, 8:00 a.m. to 6:00 p.m.

Home address: 600, Soto Street, Apartment B.

Thank you.

We'll mail you all our literature.

Oh, which address do you prefer?

Yours.

Oh, otherwise, how can I mail you what I write

about your suffragette movement?

Are you sure it's the cause you're interested in?

Oh, naturally.

Of course I must admit that an interview

in a little quieter spot might make things clearer for me.

You and your yowling females,

go back to the kitchen where you belong.

Wait a minute, fellow, you can't talk to a lady like that.

Try and shut me up.

Stop this fighting!

Go on, hold your jaw.

Hold your own jaw!

Come on, men, let's send them back to the kitchen.

Come on, ladies!

- Stop this fight! - Hey!

Hey, stop this fight, there's ladies present!

I'm a...

Stop this fighting, I tell you.

Stop this fight...

Now, listen, lady, that wasn't cricket.

And I don't...

I'll have no more of this clowning around now.

I'm getting sick...

Slim.

Slim!

Slim!

Slim!

Slim!

Stop this fight right now!

Look out, here come some more bobbies!

Tubby!

Tubby!

Tubby!

Now just a minute.

You're under arrest for resisting an officer.

- I'm under arrest?! - Yes!

Hey!

Why you...

We are not criminals.

I demand that you release us at once.

She demands that we release her.

Who is going to release us?

You're bailed out, everybody.

Oh, thank you.

You, too.

And someday women will be able

to take their rightful place in business,

and the sciences, and the professions.

Mm-hm.

Now, is there anything I haven't told you?

Yes.

Are you married?

Hey, miss, you're bailed out.

I wonder who put up the money.

I don't know.

But whoever it was, I hate him.

I was beginning to enjoy it in here.

I'm sorry.

You, too.

- Not you, or you. - Thank you.

Vicky!

What about us?

That's a good question.

I think I asked him a silly question.

- And you got a silly answer. - Uh...

Vicky.

Henry.

It was you who put up the bond.

I couldn't allow my favorite ward

and her friends to languish in prison.

Not being a member of the suffragettes,

I think I ought to pay my share.

Oh, that's not necessary.

Oh, you had the money all the time.

You could've gotten out yourself.

And miss all the fun of being with you?

I, I don't think I've met your friend, Vicky.

Oh, I'm sorry.

This is Bruce Adams, Dr. Jekyll.

Dr. Jekyll.

How do you do?

Bruce works on the Daily Reporter.

I think I've talked him into writing a very good story

about our suffragette movement.

That should be most interesting reading.

Good day, sir.

I've no more appointments today, Vicky.

I thought we could take a drive and have dinner.

Oh, I'm sorry, I can't, Henry.

We're having an early show at the Music Hall tonight.

Oh, dear.

Well, at least there'll be time for a short drive.

My coachman can drop me at the house

and then take you on to the Music Hall.

Oh, that would be nice.

Dr. Jekyll, you wouldn't be going toward the West End?

Well, as a matter of fact, I was.

Then you won't mind dropping me off.

Thank you.

I hope I'm not crowding you.

No, not at all.

It's very comfortable.

Home, Watkins.

Yes, sir.

Giddap.

Um, this is what I get for putting two Americans

on the force so they can learn our police methods.

Bring them in.

Yes, sir.

You're finished, Tubby, through.

You've perpetrated your last farce.

You're a disgrace to the department!

You're right, Inspector.

We can't have men like him on our police force, can we?

Attention!

You can say, since it's the woman who makes the home,

raises the family and is the nursemaid, housemaid

and general handyman she should be entitled to equal rights.

Do you conduct the Woman's Page in your paper?

No, sir.

But this story has an attraction for me.

I report crime news, such as the murder early this morning.

Murder?

How dreadful.

I must get a copy of your paper.

Well, the victim was a colleague of yours,

I believe, a Dr. Poole?

Poole?

I don't think I know him.

Isn't that the man Dr. Lanson brought

to the house one evening?

Oh, darling, Lanson's always bringing somebody

to the house.

He has to have somebody to bolster up his arguments

against my theories.

Dr. Jekyll, as one of our most prominent medical

research scientists, can you explain why men commit acts

of violence such as murder?

That's one of the theories Henry

and Dr. Lanson don't agree on.

Oh, Lanson agrees with me, all right.

But unlike me, he's afraid of public opinion.

On the other hand, I'm convinced

someday scientists will probe the mind of man.

Then you believe these acts of violence stem

from a disordered brain?

I believe that every human being has two sides

to his nature, the good and the evil.

When the evil predominates,