Are you staying a bit?
Yes.
- Is there no way of getting it tonight?
- Not tonight, sir.
Very well.
Bring me some food.
Right away, sir.
If you ask me,
he's a criminal flying from justice.
Go on. He's snow-blind, that's what he is.
Has to wear goggles to save his eyes.
Anyway, you be careful,
and lock your money up.
A bottle of Bass, Herbert.
Here you are, dear.
I hope he'll be a bit more
communicative this time.
(knocks)
Your supper's there.
Is there a key to that door?
A key, sir? Ooh, l haven't ever seen one.
I don't think there was one
when we came here.
I want to be left alone, and undisturbed.
I'll see that no one disturbs you, sir.
The mustard, ma'am.
You'll be the death of me
with your slowness.
You let me take his supper in
and forget the mustard.
And him wanting to be left alone!
(Jenny mutters)
There she goes again.
I told you not to disturb me.
It's only the mustard, sir. I forgot it.
- I'm sorry.
- Thank you.
Have you been motoring
on them slippery roads, sir?
You can take my overcoat and dry it.
Very good, sir.
- Leave the hat.
- Yes, sir.
Bandages, right up to the top of his head.
All round his ears.
- Any blood?
- No. No blood.
Looks like some kind of 'orrible accident.
Bumped his head
on the prison wall gettin' over.
Father.
I wish you'd leave me alone,
Flora, when l'm working.
I can't bear it. We've got to do something.
- Do something? What about?
- About Jack.
He'll come back. Don't you worry.
Father, please put
that horrid thing down and listen.
It's nearly a month now, without a word.
But the note he left was quite clear.
He said we might not hear for a while.
It's good to go away when
you're finishing a difficult experiment.
- What kind of experiment is it, Father?
- Something of his own.
I had a terrible feeling last night.
I felt he was in desperate trouble.
Hello, Kemp. Flora's worried about Griffin.
I don't wonder. I should have thought
at least he could drop a line.
It's a queer thing.
It certainly is,
considering he was in your employ.
He had my permission to carry out
his own experiments in his spare time.
And to clear off when he liked?
What does it matter, if he's in trouble?
(Flora sobbing)
I've got the car outside.
It'll give you a rest to come for a run.
Do you think there are
any papers in his room?
Surely he must have arranged where
he was going. There may be letters.
He left burnt papers
in his fireplace, that's all.
He was so strange those last few days
before he went. So excited and strung up.
Yet he wouldn't say a word to explain.
I've never seen him like it before.
He was always so keen
to tell me about his experiments.
He meddled in things
men should leave alone.
Your father's a scientist. He's discovered
more about preserving food than anyone.
Jack and l were employed to help him.
That's a plain, straightforward job.
It's not romantic, but it saves
hundreds of deaths and stomachaches.
What things should men leave alone?
He worked in secret. He kept a lot of stuff
locked in a big cupboard in his laboratory.
He never opened it until he'd barred
the door and drawn the blinds.
Straightforward scientists have no need
for barred doors and drawn blinds.
He cares nothing for you, Flora.
He'll never care about anything
but test tubes and chemicals.
How can he go away like this
without a word?
Flora, dear. Please, darling,
let me tell you how l feel.
- I can't work or sleep until l know.
- Leave me alone! How can you?
(mutters)
There's a way back, you fool.
There must be a way back.
(knocking)
- What is it?
- Your luncheon.
- Take it away.
- You don't want it cold, do you?
Do you suppose that l'm going to carry
trays backwards and forwards all day?
Luncheon's at one, and it's one now!
Get out!
(screams)
He's not gonna stay under this roof,
not another hour!
Crashed the tray out of me hand,
and swore at me.
Turns my best