Jekyll & Hyde (2015): Season 1, Episode 1 - The Harbinger - full transcript

You've been lying to me
all along, Carew!

Using me,
like you use everyone else!

I gave you what you wanted, man.

No, it's what youwanted!

Now here you are.

If you create monsters,

you should be prepared
for the consequences.

I didn't create a monster.

I merely woke one up.

Get down!

Get down!



Hey, watch where you're going.

Oi, leave that girl alone!

Oi!

Hyde!

Ah!

There you go.
That didn't hurt, did it?

Hello there.

Don't be scared.

It's really nothing.

You should listen to Dr. Jekyll.

He will make you super strong.

Able to fight off
every nasty disease.

Don't worry, I won't tell her
this is your first day.

He can do magic.



It's not magic.

It's medicine.

It's much stronger than magic.

Oh!

Out.

Get out!

Robert!

Robert!

We'll get you home.

What just happened to me?

It's all right.

Here... your pills.

It's never been this bad before.

We need to get you
away from here.

We don't want people
asking lots of questions.

Ihave lots of questions, father.

"Robert Jekyll, who was working
alongside his foster father,

"Dr. Vishal Najaran,
lifted the weight

"of the ten-ton lorry
with his bare hands,

allowing the terrified girl
to crawl free."

Show me.

They should have put you
on the front page, Robert.

I expect you will be getting
many proposals of marriage

in the next post.

I only did what anyone else
would have done.

Oh, this is too ridiculous.

It is written like something
from a cheap adventure story.

"His muscled arms were trembling

with the superhuman effort."

Don't be so stuffy.

Let Robert have his time
in the spotlight.

Look, I'm not a hero, Amma.

All I want is to be
a good doctor.

And you are one, Robert.

Except the clinic
fell down on his head

on his first day at work.

Come on, Ravi, I've just time
to drive you to school.

Vishal?

We made a promise.

That we would keep the boy
away from the world,

and the world away from him.

Good Lord!

Hils!

Good Lord.

Everything all right?

This arrived this morning
from the cuttings agency, Hils.

Read it.

"Heavy rains threaten
tea harvest."

Well, that's a blow.

No, underneath.
See the name, Hils.

"Dr. Robert Jekyll..."

Good Lord.

My words exactly, Hils.

In the same order.

"Good" followed by "Lord."

And an exclamation mark.

And you know I never use
an exclamation mark

unless it's entirely necessary.

Who would've thought

he'd be tucked away
in Ceylon of all places?

This calls for a letter.

"My dear Dr. Jekyll."

I am writing
from the law firm..."

"...of Gabriel Utterson & Son
in London

as a matter of some urgency."

It came special delivery.

Special delivery.

And what is the gist of it?

Er, blah, blah, blah,
it's a lot of turgid legal talk.

"I request that you travel to
London to discuss the settlement

of your family estate."

What family estate?

And here, there's a ticket.

Special delivery.

Yes, special delivery.

Much money will be yours, sir.

Yes...

Oh, sorry.

Show me the letter, Robert.

It's not fair that you're
going off on an adventure

and leaving me behind.

It will be so boring
here without you.

I will be back
before you know it.

Bring me a souvenir.

What do you want?

A policeman's helmet.

I am famous at school, you know.

Brother of the famous

strongman of Rambukkana.

Everybody is talking about you.

Ravi, I need to speak to Robert
for a moment.

Okay, Taththa.

That helmet, Robert,
you have to steal it.

I have increased the dosage
of your pills

and made enough to last you
eight weeks.

That will be more than enough.

I don't intend to stay in
London any longer than I need.

Robert?

You will need a coat.

It will be cold in England.

I'd rather not go at all.

You've always told me you know
nothing about my real parents

and I was happy with that.

Have you never been curious?

It scares me.

Why was I abandoned as a baby?

Was it because of this...
thing inside me?

Try it on.

It fits me.

Whose was it?

A friend.

I will come with you
as far as Colombo.

Right.

Look, there is the Dr. Jekyll!

He's a life saver.
He's a legend.

I'm not going.

No good can come of it.

Robert, there's something your
father wants to say to you.

That coat...

Jekyll, Jekyll, Jekyll...

Please, please...

thank... please!

Move away!

Move away, let him be. Argh!

Yakshia. What?

You are cursed.

Get off me. Yakshia! Yakshia!

I know you. Leave him alone.

The train, Robert,

it's going to leave without you!

Tell the boy, Vishal!

Robert, we haven't been
quite straight with you.

That coat belonged
to your father.

What do you mean?

You said you never knew him.

You buy the flower.

It will lift the curse.

Robert! You are getting upset.

You should take
one of your pills.

Oh yes, that's your answer
to everything,

isn't it, take a pill!

You're no better than her
with her magic flower.

I wanted to tell you, son.

But I'm not your son, am I?

Your father made us promise
that we would never tell you

anything about him.

You've always known who I am.

The train, Robert!

We will talk on
the journey, not here.

You lied to me.

Why would I want you
to come with me?

Son! Please!

You are not my father!

Maybe this man in London
can tell me the truth

like you should have done!

Robert!

He... is... coming.

The all-powerful one.

You will be helpless...
before him.

He has woken

and there will be death.

Steady...

He is a man within a man.

Unstoppable...

The old gods are rising.

Don't worry.

We're ready.

Well?

You were right, Mr. Bulstrode,
sir, a Harbinger.

Dear God, we haven't seen
one of those in years.

It was talking about
someone coming.

Someone powerful.

Then we must be prepared.

Put all our agents
on high alert.

Pull more in if you can.

You believe what it said, sir?

A twisted, monstrous thing
like that?

Harbingers may be twisted
and monstrous, Hannigan.

They may spread chaos and death

and turn your mind inside out,
but they never lie.

There's something big coming.

And we need to be ready.

But what, sir?

His name is Robert Jekyll.

"Dear Amma and Taththa...

"Can you ever forgive me?

"I behaved like a spoilt
child when I left

"and I can think
of nothing else.

"I said some very hurtful things

"that I didn't mean at all.

"It's only that I am
so confused and unsettled

"by this trip to England,

"and the idea that I might
find myreal father.

"Who is he?

"Who am I?

I don't know anymore."

There should be someone
here to meet me.

They said they'd send a car...

Oh! I'm so sorry.

It's my fault.

I wasn't paying attention.

I've lost my mother.

She gets confused.

I shall look a fool
if all I've brought back

from Ceylon is her jewelry
and I've lost her.

I took my eyes off her
for one second.

Wait here for me.

I say!

Er, I say!

I say.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Leave her alone.

This ain't nothing
to do with you, mate.

This is a big boy's game.

But we'll have a little fun
with you anyway, shall we?

No!

Please!

Get off me!

Now, hang on a minute.

I am... I'm sorry.

I completely forgot myself.

Are you all right?

I'm...

Yes, I'm fine.

Here, here. Here...

Sorry.

Here.

I must find my mother.

Hey, hey, wait!

Wait!

Dr. Jekyll?

Sorry? Yes?

I'm Hilary Barnstaple.

You can call me Hils,
everybody does.

Except my father...
Calls me Larry.

Just his little joke.

Mr. Utterson sent me
to pick you up.

This way.

Here we are.

Thank you.

Robert!

Max Utterson. Welcome to London.

I'll take your luggage
on to your hotel for you.

I hope she didn't
drive too fast.

She's a maniac behind the wheel.

I shall try and be as swift
in settling your business.

I gather you want this
all wrapped up soonest.

How much do you know about
your real family, Robert?

Nothing.

I was always told that
I was found abandoned

in a hospital by my
foster father, Dr. Najaran.

My father, Gabriel Utterson.

He passed away recently
and I've been trying

to put his affairs in order.
Oh, I'm sorry.

Thank you.

But that's a very old painting.

He was well into his 90s.

Working right up till the end,

which is what killed him,
I'm afraid.

Heart attack.

I found his body not three feet
from where you're sitting.

He'd been burning papers
in that stove.

Trying to destroy
some old client files.

Died before he could
finish the job.

"Dr. Jekyll?"

Not me, surely.

No, Henry Jekyll.

Long dead.

My father was his lawyer
and best friend.

And it's his fortune that I am
trying to find a good home for.

And you believe that I am
related to him somehow?

Somehow.

The paperwork is murky
and incomplete,

but I'll tell you what I know.

At about the time
this portrait was painted,

Dr. Jekyll visited my father

and asked him
to change his will.

Edward Hyde?

You want to leave
everything to Edward Hyde?

Everything.

I have no wife or children.

But this is madness, Henry.

Hyde has a reputation for...

For what?

For violence,
and debauchery, and...

This is none
of your business, Gabriel.

I've made my decision.

But Hyde is a monster!

Shortly afterwards,
Hyde murdered a politician,

Sir Danvers Carew,

and then disappeared
off the face of the earth.

To make matters worse,

Dr. Jekyll promptly
committed suicide.

So there was no one
to pass the estate on to?

Not officially, no.

But it seems the good
Dr. Jekyll left behind

an illegitimate son
called Louis.

Well, is he still alive?

My best guess is that
to avoid scandal

the boy was sent away
and brought up in secret

under a different name.

What name?

The only mention I can find
of someone who might be him

was this, from the war.

"Captain Louis Hyde,

"who had showed great bravery
and extraordinary strength

"in capturing
a Turkish gun emplacement

"was severely wounded
in the engagement.

"His life was saved
on the battlefield by a doctor

serving in the
Indian Expeditionary Force..."

"Dr. Vishal Najaran..."

Robert should be there by now.

I won't sleep until his
postcard from England arrives

and I know he is safe.

Nothing bad is going to happen.

Your foster father
knew a Louis Hyde.

And this is all you know
about him?

While recovering
in a military hospital,

Louis Hyde shot and killed
a British officer and fled.

Like Edward Hyde before him,

he then disappears from history.

I lied to you before,
Mr. Utterson.

Oh please, call me Max.

Max.

I told you I knew nothing

of my true family,

but apparently this coat
belonged to my father.

"L.H." Louis Hyde.

Well, it wouldn't stand up
in court, but...

And I wouldn't want it to.

I want nothing to do with this.

We're talking about a house and
a great deal of money, Robert.

It's tainted, Max.

Don't you think you're being
a little melodramatic?

Am I?

Henry Jekyll killed himself,

his friend murdered
a politician,

his son murdered a fellow
officer in Turkey, and I...

What about you?

Nothing.

Good.

For one moment I thought you
were going to tell me

you were a murderer as well.

And you seem
like such a nice boy.

I wish your father
had burnt everything.

I wish that I was still
in Ceylon

and knew nothing about this.

Dr. Najaran is my father,

Gurinder is my mother.

And that is the end of it.

Ravi, will you see where
that girl has got to?

Okay, Taththa.

So many places, aren't there?

Good evening.

Sorry to drop in unexpectedly
like this.

Actually, no,
I'm not sorry at all.

You wouldn't get far
in my line of work

if you went about the place
feeling sorry all the time,

would you?

My name is Captain Dance
and I'm here to ask you

a few questions.
I don't understand.

What questions?

Are you with the British Army?

Well, if I were
with the British Army,

would I do this?

Or this?

Or this?

Are you insane?!

Quite possibly, yes.

Right. Questions.

Where is Robert Jekyll?

He's not here.

Yes, I know that, or I wouldn't
be asking you, would I?

So where is he?

I would die before I told you
anything about our son.

Oh.

How about your wife?

Are you happy for her to die?

I really don't mind
shooting her, too.

You are too late. He has gone.

Your house is on fire,
your child has flown,

tell me where to find him,
and I will let you alone.

No!

Colombo, Suez...

Naples...

Gibraltar.

Well, now, it doesn't take
Sherlock Holmes to deduce

where your little treasure
is heading.

London calling.

Uh, yesterday...

At the docks...
you dropped this.

I should have brought it before,

but I had business.

Thank you.

Please.

Won't you come in?

I... I hope you don't mind,
I did have to look inside

o find your address.

It's lucky I didn't leave
my revolver in there

or any stolen diamonds.

Yes.

That was a joke.

Ah, no!

Yes, of course.

I'm Robert Jekyll, by the way.

Lily Clarke.

But then you already know that.

Yes...

This way.

I do hope you found
your mother all right?

She was having a cup of tea
in the customs house.

I'm sorry, that's her now.

Please, can you wait?

Well, I should, should really...

I insist.

Make yourself at home.

And finally there.

Thank you.

Right, welcome on board.

You are now officially
an Invisible Man.

Keep me informed, won't you?

Yes, Mr. Bulstrode.

Those documents are really

just a formality.

Brannigan does like
his paperwork.

Yes.

Yes, I'd already signed
the Official Secrets Act

on my first day at MI6,
actually.

The difference between us
and MI6, Mr. Sackler,

is that people are aware of MI6.

This department truly is
a secret service.

You cannot tell anyone
what you do.

Oh, don't worry,
Mr. Bulstrode, sir.

This is quite
a promotion for me.

As the poet said, "Your secret's
safe within my heart,

and my heart belongs to you...
darling."

You like poetry, Mr. Sackler?

Well, I've a little ditty
for you.

"The secrets you learn here

"will stay locked
inside your head,

"You breathe one word
outside this room,

And bang-bang-bang,
you're dead."

Sorry about that.

Mother's taken to her bed.

She's finding it all
very confusing

being back in England.

Well, um... I should go.

No, stay.

I'll make some tea.

After all, you did save my life.

Still doesn't give me
the right to...

To do what I did yesterday.

I was scared you'd
slam the door in my face.

You have a nice face.

So you are able to forgive me?

You're so stiff
and formal, aren't you?

Have you spent your
whole life in Ceylon?

Yes.

Well, this is London, Robert.

We do things differently here.

I just don't want you to think
that I go around

kissing complete strangers.

It was rather unexpected,

but not totally unpleasant.

Robert?

Do you want me to call a doctor?

No, no, no, it's fine, really.

It's a... it's a condition.

I was born with it.
You have more pills?

Yes, in my hotel.

Really, it's nothing.

If ever I'm under stress...

Stress?

I was only offering you
a cup of tea.

As you know, Mr. Sackler, MI5
deals with domestic security.

MI6 with foreigners.

This department,

MIO... Military
Intelligence Other...

Deals with supernatural threats.

I don't understand.

Ghosts, ghouls,

that sort of thing.

Zombies, vampires,
shape-shifters.

Monsters, Mr. Sackler.

We deal with monsters.

It is our job to make sure
nobody's nightmares come true.

What, I mean,
surely you can't be serious.

I mean, there are no monsters.

That is only because

this department has been
so effective over the years.

I don't want the money.

I'm going straight from here

to Utterson's office.

Tell him I'm going home.

What are you running away from?

I'm not running away.

Aren't you?

I'm going home, Lily.

I left Ceylon after some
stupid argument with my parents.

All I want
is to make things right.

Surely you won't go
straightaway, though?

Well, my one regret is that

I won't get to know you
properly.

It's Mother again.

I'm... I'm sorry,
I'll be right back.

Of course, of course.

Bloody old woman...

Dr. Jekyll? Dr. Jekyll?

Begging your pardon, sir,
Dr. Jekyll?

What is it? Telegram, sir.

I really don't want
to be disturbed.

It's urgent like.
It's from Ceylon.

No!

Very well done, Mr. Wax.

Analyze Jekyll's pills,
Mr. Brannigan.

Extract what we need from them.

Do you mind me asking
why Robert Jekyll

is so important?
Because he's a monster.

And monsters are our business.

I can't help but feel
like all this is

some sort of elaborate joke.

Some ritual to tease
the new boy.

Yes.

I wasn't entirely straight
with you, Mr. Sackler,

when I said that we'd got rid
of all the monsters.

Some of them work for us.

This just in from Ceylon, sir.

It seems Jekyll's family
have been killed in a fire.

There's evidence that one
of the bodies had been shot.

Tenebrae have made
their opening move.

What's Tenebrae?
The enemy, Sackler.

Do you suppose we should
be running around

flapping our hands in panic

and chewing the furniture, sir?

That is not the British way,
Mr. Brannigan.

We will calmly and quietly
go about our business

and prepare
for a very bloody fight.

This will be something to tell
your grandchildren, Mr. Sackler.

Except I would have to kill you
if you did.

I shall deal with this.

Dr. Jekyll?

I say, Dr. Jekyll,
is everything all right?

What is going on in there?

Right, down to reception,
I need...

Hmm...

Can't you read?

Dr. Jekyll...

You want something?

Answers. You got any?

No, I didn't think so.

Can any of you miserable
lowlifes tell me

what is going on?

Behave yourself.

You don't know these people.

Oh, but I'm having fun.

Not for much longer
if you don't look out.

You know, I'd like
to tell you a story.

I've heard every story there is.

No, no, no.

You haven't heard this one.

Try me.

Once upon a time,
there was this little boy.

And all his life
he tried to be good,

he tried to do the right thing.

And where do you
think that got him?

I don't know, darling,
where did it get him?

Right here.

In this charming rat hole!

Everything he loved
in the whole world gone.

Poof!

So what good

did it ever do him, being good?

Oh dear, I seem to have got it
all wrong.

Oh, do shut your face!

You're a very confused
young man, aren't you?

Who exactly are you?

Oh, no, no.

No, that's not the question.

The question is, whatam I?

You're a pain in the
arse is what you are.

Oh, come now.

Is it really wrong
to enjoy yourself?

Thank you.

No, no, leave it Tommy.

Leave it.

So long as nothing gets broken.

Is it really my fault if things
get broken when I'm having fun?

I'm warning ya...

You know, I should like
to have some fun with you.

You look like a fun
sort of person.

What do you think you're doing?!

Who are you, boy?

What's your name?

Do I know you?

What's your name?

Dr. Robert Jekyll,
at your service.

Ready to kill all known germs.

So!

Who would like to dance with me?

Wait, boy.

Come with me.

It's over.

Get back to your seats.

Next one of you I see fighting
is gonna know about it.

Hit it, Willy.

Fight it, boy.

Keep that fire in your belly
or you're a dead man.

What's happening?

I'm tired.

Just stay angry.

Here...

Here's something
might make you fume.

I'm stabbed.

I'm gonna murder him.

Someone beat you to it.

My God, Garson.

We can't have
a stiff on our hands.

He's not gonna die.

Not if he's what I think he is.

Listen, boy.

Some motherless beggar
has stuck you bad.

Now you think on him,

the miserable slimy
little coward.

I'll murder him.

I'll tear him open.
I'll eat his liver.

Good, good, good.

Rage against the darkness, boy.

Kiss him. You what?

It's not like you
never kissed a man before.

You kiss him.
He's nothing to me.

Just do it, girl!

It might just save him.

My dear God,

let me be doing the right thing.