Jekyll and Hyde (2021) - full transcript

There's no need to
wait up for me, Sarah.

I still have half
a dozen of these

character statements
to write up.

And I suppose it
couldn't possibly wait

until tomorrow morning.

I'm afraid not.

Mr. Enfield will be
coming to collect them

first thing before
his court appearance.

Is he the one accused of-

- Impropriety.

Absolutely absurd.



I've known Richard
for around 15 years.

We play on the same
cricket team on Sundays.

Never have I seen him do
anything improper in my life

and neither have
any of these people.

Who are they all?

Ah, the rest of
the cricket team.

As long as he's paying you
for all these extra hours.

- Well-
- Gabriel!

Oh, he's a friend, Sarah.

I do hope this charitable
concern you're running

one day turns into a
viable law practice.

It will. With its own
premises. I promise.

And strictly
nine to five hours?

You know how too much work
plays havoc with your digestion.



Eight to six.

With half an hour for lunch.

Don't be too
long coming to bed.

Or else I might be asleep.

Gabriel.

Henry.

Sorry I'm so late. Your
maiden wouldn't let me in.

And I'm afraid I was
rather persistent.

It's a pleasure to
see you any time, Henry,

Please, take a seat.

I don't think
we've spoken since-

- Since the funeral.
- Gosh, has it been

- as long as that?
- You did a fine job

dealing with my parents estate.

Well with you having no
siblings or family of your own,

it was really rather
straightforward.

Still got the old trouble?

Sarah tells me
it's from overworking.

Nonsense. It's acid.

I've got a gift from you.

My latest publication.

"A Compendium of
Alkaline Preparations

for Soothing of the
Digestive Tract."

Alkaline
preparations, dear boy.

The natural enemy of
excessive stomach acid.

- How does it work?
- Already forgotten

your schoolboy
chemistry, Gabriel?

Alkaline neutralizes acid.

It's like a battle between
good and evil, if you will.

One of the ways in which
nature creates a balance.

Well it's much
appreciated, Henry.

But did you come all
this way into town

in the middle of the night
to give me this book?

Not entirely.

With me becoming the owner
of the entire family estate,

it occurred to me
that perhaps I should

get my own affairs in
order, just in case.

I see.

There's a will.

I should like you to
witness my signature on it

and to hold it until
it becomes pertinent.

Very well.

What's this?

"In the event of my demise,

all of my possessions
are to be given

to my friend and
benefactor, Mr. Hyde."

That's correct.

Hyde? I don't think
I've had the pleasure.

"Mr. Hyde will present
himself in a timely manner

to receive set possessions.

Should he fail to do
so, the entire estate

is to be distributed by my
solicitor, Gabrielle Utterson,

in whichever way he sees fit."

That sounds like it could be
quite the undertaking, Henry.

I believe Mr. Hyde
will be most keen

to receive his inheritance.

Hope you don't mind
me asking, Henry,

but we've seen very little
of you since the funeral.

And not just me.

We haven't seen you at any
of the usual gatherings.

I've been busy
working hard on my book.

And other things.

And now this, this Mr. Hyde

is suddenly you're a great
friend and benefactor.

Excuse my curiosity, but
I've never heard of him.

I had hoped, Gabriel,
that as a friend,

you'd simply do as I ask.

Of course, Henry.

And as for your fee?

Oh no. Think nothing of it.

I'm sure this will be
worth its weight in gold.

You're a fine
young man, Gabriel.

I was proud to be
your father's friend.

And I'm proud to be
your friend and client.

You believe in justice.

In righting wrongs.

And so do I.

This is a way of righting
a very great wrong.

That's all you need to know.

Well, you seem to have
lots to be getting on with,

so I'll see myself out.

Well it was a
pleasure to see, Henry.

You too, my friend.

And remember, just do as I've
asked when the time comes.

And make good use of that book.

I'm sorry.

I'll charge the next
client. I promise.

Mr. Utterson?

Mr. Gabriel John Utterson?

Are you or are you not
Gabriel John Utterson,

legal advisor to
Dr. Henry Jekyll?

Yes.

My name is Inspector Newcombe.

And I'd be very much
obliged if you'd

come along with us, sir.

What?

This is a matter of
life and death, sir.

Has something
happened to Henry?

In a manner of speaking, sir.

Any change, Constable?

No, sir. He still
won't come out.

Look, please.

Could you just let me
know what's going on?

This is all very nice.

Henry Jekyll's quite
well off, I take it.

Do you happen to know anything

of his whereabouts last night?

I'm rather more
concerned about

where he is right
now, Inspector.

Right now, he's shut
away in his laboratory

and is refusing to come out.

What's more, he claims to have
a pistol trained on the door,

and he's threatening to
shoot anyone who enters.

What?

I've never heard
anything so absurd.

I'd save your reaction, sir,

until you've heard
the worst of it.

I'm sorry to inform you, sir,

we have an eyewitness
who swears blind

they saw Henry Jekyll
commit murder last night.

I'm sorry, Inspector,
but you clearly

have never met Henry Jekyll.

Where is he? In his
laboratory, did you say?

- Yes, it's-
- I know where it is.

Do take care, sir. He
does claim to have a pistol.

Henry Jekyll is
not a murderer.

And I'm quite certain he's
never fired a pistol in his...

It's Mr. Enfield, isn't it?

Call me Richard.

I'm sure Gabriel
will be back soon.

He was working on
your case all night.

Would you like some
tea while you wait?

Got anything stronger?

Yes, of course.

I was sorry to hear about
your trouble, Mr. Enfield.

Not as sorry as I
was, I can tell you.

Haven't been out to show
my face in public for days.

It's terribly inconvenient.

And the cricket
season is almost over.

You don't
understand, Inspector.

Henry Jekyll wasn't
just a client.

He was a family friend.

I've known him all my life.

Kind and generous to a fault.

There is simply no way that man

could have committed murder.

Well, I'm telling
you, Mr. Utterson,

I have a witness
who says otherwise.

And last night's
murder fits exactly

with four other
mysterious disappearances

that have occurred over
the last few weeks.

It may just be that
your family friend

was not only a murderer,
but a serial murderer.

Impossible.

A man doesn't take his
own life for no reason,

but a man who's guilty
of a terrible crime

and he realizes he's
been caught in the act.

Henry could have been a
victim of murder himself.

There was plenty of time
between hearing the gunshot

and me entering the
room for someone

to have placed the
pistol in his hand

and made their escape.

I think
you've been reading

too many detective
novels, Mr. Utterson.

In my experience,

the most obvious conclusion
usually prevails.

Well, perhaps that's
because you failed

to look any further, Inspector.

The only reason I entered
her room in the first place

was to admire a
particular painting

I've been told
was above the bed.

And by the worst
of coincidences,

the maid had chosen
that exact day

to polish the floorboards.

So it was like
skating on the Thames.

And I missed an
appointment at the tailors

to have the waste taken
in on my trousers.

So as bad luck would have it,

down they came, over I went,

and I ended up on the bed.

And when I realized poor
Doris was in the bed as well,

I got the shock of my life.

I tried to explain to her,
but she was hysterical.

You know how women are.

Yes.

So she screams for her father.

And before I have time
to compose myself,

he bursts in all
red in the face,

accusing me of all sorts.

How terrible it
must have been.

All I know is thank heavens

for decent people
like Gabriel Utterson.

To Gabe.

May he prove himself
to be a better lawyer

than he is a cricketer.

Did he manage to get those
characters statements

- he was telling me about?
- I believe so, yes.

I think they're all
here on the desk.

You know, you're not a bad
figure of a woman yourself.

I'm sorry.

No wonder Gabe never
brings you to watch us play.

He'd have a hard
keeping you to himself.

Mr. Enfield.

Still, while the cat's away...

Oh, give me a kiss at least.

I deserve that after putting
up with your husband's

terrible batmanship
all these years.

Mr. Enfield, please.

Oh, call me Richard.

Come on. You're not frigid
like Doris, are you?

Pretty little thing like you?

- I'm warning you.
- Gabe doesn't need to know.

That dope wouldn't
notice if we did it

on a bowling crease in
the middle of a match.

Right.

Aw!

I grew up with two
brothers, Mr. Enfield.

I know quite well how to deal

with an overbearing little boy.

Oh my face. What
have you done?

I'm due in court in an hour!

Perhaps I should
come with you.

Explain how it happened.

No, I, I...

Is everything
all right, ma'am.

I don't know. Is everything
all right, Mr. Enfield?

Yes.

Yes. Everything's fine.

I was just leaving.

I understand this is a
difficult time, Mr. Utterson.

So I'm gonna overlook
you're little outburst

for the time being.

- What's this?
- The constable found it

on the body.

And it's addressed to you.

Now by rights, I ought
to confiscate this

as potential evidence.

An accused man is permitted
private correspondence

with his legal representative.

Our whole system of
justice relies upon it.

And accused man?

He's dead, Mr. Utterson.

But he still stands accused.

Doesn't he?

If there's anything
pertinent to my investigation

in that envelope,
I expect to see it

and you down at Scotland Yard
at your earliest convenience.

Nevermind that now, Hattie.

Gabriel will be back soon.

He'll need a good meal
to settle his stomach

before I tell him
what's happened.

Before I go, ma'am,
there's just one thing.

Yes?

This week's wages, ma'am.

Oh, yes.

And the week before.

Yes, of course.

I'll be sure to have Gabriel
see to it when he gets back.

Thank you, ma'am.

Should have all this wrapped
up by the end of the week.

Don't you think?

I love an open and shut case.

- But Constable Evans said-
- Leave it be.

- The cause of death.
- Tell me, Constable,

when Sir Robert Peel established

the Metropolitan Police Service,

what was its main purpose?

To solve crimes, sir.

Incorrect.

It's the prevention of crimes.

And where are crimes recorded?

In the case book.

So does it not
follow the fewer crimes

recorded in the case book,

the more successful the
Metropolitan Police Service's

been in preventing them?

And the more successful we are,

the more long lunches and
early finishes are overlooked.

Yes, sir, but
the cause of death.

Is suicide.

The last thing I want on
my plate is another murder.

Gabriel, I need to
tell you something.

What is it?

Henry's dead.

What? What happened?

It's, um, it's too
horrible to even think about.

He took his own life.

And that Inspector
Newcombe seems to think

he took five other before it.

Five murders.

How could they think that?

I don't know.

A girl was killed
in town last night.

Someone saw it happen.

But Henry was here last night.

Hattie told me she opened the
door to him almost midnight.

You didn't mention that?

Well, I didn't wanna
make things worse.

Confirming that Henry
was in town so late.

So you didn't tell them?

Is that wise?

I don't know.

Gabriel, if you're
caught lying to the police,

then your legal
career will be over

before it's even started.

I didn't lie.

You know what I mean.

What do you mean,
"before it's even started?"

What's that?

They found it on Henry's body.

A letter of some
sort addressed to me.

Aren't you going to open it?

I hardly dare to.

Gabriel, you've been staring
at that letter all day.

Will you please
get on and open it?

Right.

What's all this?

What does it
say? Read it aloud.

"Dear Gabriel,

The pages herein mark
the sworn confession

of Dr. Henry Jekyll.

It pains me to relate that
I find myself responsible

for the loss of five souls.

I realize this must
come as a shock to you,

Gabriel, my dear friend.

I am therefore writing
this confession

so that you may
know the true cause

of these most terrible events.

Since
the death of my parents,

I had been consumed
utterly by my work.

It had occurred to me
that whilst the body

must inevitably
break down with age,

the process of decline
is clearly hastened

by the impurities absorbed
as a matter of course

in day to day existence.

The simple acts of eating,
drinking, even breathing,

bring into the body a host of
undesirable chemical elements

and micro-organisms.

If such impurities were the
fuel of decline and decay,

I reason that if they
could be somehow removed,

mixed out, filtered
or burnt away,

one could potentially
produce a tincture so pure,

so free from all
that is destructive,

it might be sufficient to
nourish the sick back to health,

perhaps even from the
very brink of death.

An elixir of life, if you will.

I worked long into the
night and into the morning,

sleeping for an hour and
then returning to my work.

As the elixir grew
clearer and sweeter,

the gathering
filtrate grew darker

and increasingly malodorous;

this in itself
reassuring evidence

that my theory was correct.

How could such a foul
concoction not be harmful

to the the health,
and even spirit?

And so it was, in my haste
to complete the experiment,

I found myself in such
a state of exhaustion

that an idea came to mind,

that a sip from the elixir

might be sufficient
to re-energize me

and allow me to
continue to work.

But such was my lack
of concentration,

I made a fatal error.

I took into my hand
that glass beaker

of the purest
decay and foulness,

and pressed it to my lips.

Before I could stop myself,

the dark matter had
entered my body,

and almost instantly burnt
its way into my very soul.

Go easy, Gabriel. Your
stomach will thank you for it.

"From here on, my
account must of necessity

be of a brief and
imprecise nature.

I cannot define precisely the
effect the mixture had on me,

except to say that I believe

that what I had inadvertently
created was perhaps...

Was perhaps the very
essence of evil."

All I
know is that I was instantly

imbued with an impulse that
was hitherto entirely alien.

The impulse to seize, to
dominate, and to destroy.

Whether this was the release

of natural base
instincts long dormant,

or the pollution of
goodness with bad,

I cannot say.

But I was quite
simply transformed

into some being other
than Dr. Henry Jekyll.

Somehow I found myself in town.

Not once, but over and again,

three times to my
certain knowledge,

where I met with
ladies of the night.

Bringing them back to the house,

I indulged in vices and
violence too wicked to describe,

before disposing of
the women in a manner

that I knew would
leave no trace.

Cremating their bodies

in the power furnace
that heats the estate.

When one of the women
refused my instruction

to return to the house with me,

the poison in me raged again.

I took hold of her arm
but she fought back,

Eliciting such a fury in me

that I rained down
blows upon her head.

Only after I had
cruelly taken her life

did I finally
return to my senses,

brought on by the realization

that this time I had
been caught in the act.

I don't know how long the
concoction had me in its grip.

Perhaps days? Perhaps weeks?

But as I write these words,
I am filled with a remorse

so great that I believe no
redemption can ever be possible,

and no forgiveness
ever deserved.

I have destroyed all that
remained of my experiment,

lest the evil I have
inadvertently created

should ever infect another soul.

And as I now lay down the pen

and proceed to seal
up my confession,

I bring the life of that
unhappy Henry Jekyll to an end.

- I'll burn it.
- No.

It's a fabrication.
I'll swear to it.

Whatever it is, it's
evidence in a murder case.

Well, confessionals don't
come any clearer than that.

Are you telling
you believe this?

This nonsense about a concoction

that transformed
his personality?

Made him commit murder?

You oughta join me down
in the cells one time

on a Friday night, Mr. Utterson.

There's
plenty of men down there

who've taken a concoction or two

and got themselves into
trouble as a result.

It's hardly the same thing.

Look, it might well be
nonsense, Mr. Utterson.

It might be that Jekyll
made the whole thing up

in some sort of attempt to
salvage his good reputation,

but the fact remains this
confession matches exactly

with the crimes in question.

- But it's-
- Not to mention

we have a witness coming in

to make a statement
this afternoon

who saw Jekyll commit
murder with her own eyes.

Once that is signed
and submitted,

I will be informing the press
first thing tomorrow morning

that all the crimes
have been solved

and that the
kidnapper and murderer

was the late Dr. Henry Jekyll.

I'd like to meet the witness.

I think you've done enough
already, Mr. Utterson.

As Dr. Henry Jekyll's
legal representative,

I am entitled to
cross-examine any witness.

Legal representative?

Henry Jekyll is dead.

I'm not gonna put a
dead man on trial.

No, but you'll
have him convicted

without any opportunity
to defend himself.

But the man has confessed.

Anyone could have forged this!

No one saw him write it.

And no one saw him pull
the trigger on the pistol.

My witness saw
him kill a girl.

I don't believe it.

Very well.

I will permit you as a courtesy

to sit in when I take
the witness statement.

But if you interfere in any way,

I'll have you ejected.

Are you all right, ma'am?

Just my hand.

It was all right yesterday,

but it's swollen up
all red overnight.

It's a good thing
Gabriel left early.

Will you not tell him,
ma'am? About Mr. Enfield?

I'm waiting for
the right time.

The trouble with Gabriel is
he sees the best in everybody.

You know, ma'am.

Sometimes you sort of
get a feeling for people,

even if you only see
them for an instant.

Yes?

I have a feeling Dr.
Jekyll was a good man.

I hope you're right.

Never done nothing
like this before.

Just take your time and try

and remember everything clearly.

My name is Inspector Newcombe,
and this is Mr. Utterson.

He's observing.

I already told the
constable everything I seen.

Yeah, I know. This is
just to make it official.

Could you give me your
full name, please?

It's Penny. Penny Keaton.

They call me penny on account
of that's how much I charge.

Yeah, thank you, Miss
Keaton. That's fine.

Now, could you tell
me where you were

when you first became
aware of something unusual?

I was in my room
on Wheelbarrow Way,

getting ready to start my work.

What time is this?

Probably about 11
o'clock, I think.

What sort of work
is it that you do

that begins at 11
o'clock at night?

I should have thought that
was obvious. Mr. Utterson.

Please go on, Miss Keaton.

What was it you heard?

Well, first of all,
there was some chatter

between a man and a woman.

Then she started screaming,

and it sounded like he was
tryin' to drag her away

And what did you do?

I ran over to me
window to have a look.

And that's when I saw him.

You saw who?

Dr. Jekyll.

He was hunched over this
girl lying on the ground.

Laying into her, he was,

pounding her on her bed.

You're quite sure
that's who it was?

Oh, yeah.

How is it that you're so
familiar with Dr. Jekyll?

You must've known him previously
to have recognized him.

Are you conducting
this interview or am I?

All the girls down
Wheelbarrow Way know Dr. Jekyll.

A regular, was he?

Oh, yeah.

Every December,
regular like clockwork,

he used to go around
all the poorhouses,

handed out medicine to all
them who had sickly children.

He cured my whooping cough
when I was a little girl.

And what about the girl?

Could you recognize her?

Yeah, her name is Lily Palmer.

Can we assume her line of
work was similar to your own?

Yeah, but I'd heard
she was right picky.

Probably why she started
a fight with him.

Well, we're very grateful for
your statement, Miss Keaton.

Now, if there's nothing else,

could you just fill out
your name and address

at the bottom of this paper
and you can be on your way.

I, um, I ain't ever
used an ink pen before.

Allow me.

So that's Penny Keaton.

Keaton spelled K-E-A T-O-N.

If you say so.

- And the address?
- 5A Wheelbarrow Way.

- Is that all, Inspector?
- Fine.

Can I go now?

Yes, of course, Miss Keaton.

Thank you very much again.

You see, Inspector? Free
medicine for the poor.

That's the kind of
man Henry Jekyll was.

You seem to be
forgetting the minor detail

about him beating a woman
to death in the gutter.

It's a case of mistaken
identity. I'm sure of it.

- And the confession?
- Forgery.

Mr. Utterson, does the
phrase "clutching at straws"

mean anything to you?

Look, if you go in front
of the press tomorrow,

the name Henry Jekyll
will go down in history

as some murderous crackpot.

He at least deserves
a fair hearing.

I told you there isn't
gonna be any trial.

Well, there has to be
a proper investigation.

Do you know, Mr. Utterson,
just how many unsolved crimes

we have on the books
at any one time?

I've got an opportunity
here to chalk up

four kidnappings and a
murder to a single culprit

and shut down five active
investigations in one fell swoop.

I'm not about to give
that up on a whim.

- However..,
- I must protest

- most strongly.
- However,

if you can mount a
credible challenge,

I will take it into account.

And with that in mind,

I will postpone my
announcement about the case

until the day after tomorrow.

You've got a day, Mr. Utterson.

Use it wisely.

5A Wheelbarrow Way.

Door's not locked.

Actually ain't got a lock.

Bed's by the window. I'll
be with you in a minute.

Sorry?

Um, good afternoon.

Um, I was actually wondering
if you could tell me

any more about what you saw?

You're not a copper, are ya?

No, um, actually I'm a
friend of Henry Jekyll's.

I'm just trying to
understand what happened.

Well, you can ask
me what you like,

but if you don't mind, I've
got to get on with the laundry.

Yes, yes, please. Of course.

Have a sit down, why don't ya?

Um, on, on the bed?

That's where
everyone else sits.

So, this is the window you
were looking out through?

Yeah.

He looked me clear in
the eye when he stood up.

Like he wasn't bothered.

Um, what, what are you doing?

Just doing me laundry.
I only got one frock.

I can't wear it and wash
it at the same time, can I?

Please, please stay
behind the screen.

Suit yourself.

Um, so, um, what
were you saying?

I've only got one frock.

No, about Henry.

Um, that he wasn't concerned
that you'd seen him.

Yeah, funny now
that I think about it.

He just looked at me.

As if he wanted to be seen.

- You what?
- Please!

I've got to get on.

I'm going out to
work again in a bit.

Um, where is
your place of work?

You're sitting on it, love.

Um, look, you've been
very helpful. Thank you.

Um, I will leave you my card.

And, um, something,
something for your trouble.

Mm, much obliged.

The whole thing's gonna
give me nightmares for sure.

I keep seeing him
hunched over her body

with his walking
cane in his hand,

bring it down on her
head over and over.

With what in his hand?

His walking cane.

Henry never carried a cane.

He did that night.

It's Mr. Poole, isn't it?

Yes, sir.

You've served the family
for quite some time now.

All my adult life, sir.

So I suppose the police

had quite a few
questions to ask you.

I've always thought, sir,

that the most important quality

in a gentleman's
gentleman is discretion.

I appreciate your loyalty
to Henry, Mr. Poole,

but I'm not working with
the police, you know.

I'm fully aware
of who you are, sir.

Then you know that I'm
a great friend of Henry's.

So if there was
anything indiscreet...

The facts of the matter

are precisely as I relayed
them to the police, sir.

Except...

Yes?

One of the maids
reported to me

that she had heard some unusual

comings and goings
late at night.

You suspect it was Henry?

Well, sir, on one occasion,

the young lady was so concerned

that she left her bed
and went to investigate.

She reported to me
the following day

that she had caught a glimpse

of a lady and a gentleman

entering the property
by the rear entrance

well past midnight.

She described the lady as
being somewhat in disarray

and the gentleman,

the gentleman was
unmistakably Dr. Henry Jekyll.

So the witness's
description of events

ties in exactly with
Henry's confession.

More or less.

More or less? Or exactly?

Exactly.

He tried to grab the
girl and drag her away.

When she wouldn't go,
he beat her to death.

And the timing of the murder

fits in with Henry's visit here.

Yes.

The girl was murdered
at around 11 O'clock.

Just enough time for Henry
to make it across town

and arrive here by midnight.

If he were the killer.

Then you've
really no arguments

for the defense at all, Gabriel.

It gets worse.

I went over to the Jekyll estate

to speak with some of the staff.

The butler said that the maid

actually saw Henry bring
a girl back late at night.

Um, I'll be turning in
now, if that's all right?

Oh, Hattie, um, one moment.

There's something I
wanted to ask you.

When Dr. Jekyll arrived
at the door that night,

was he carrying a walking cane?

I don't think so. No.

I didn't think so.

I don't recall Henry
ever carrying a cane.

And he certainly
wasn't carrying one

when he entered the study.

But the eyewitness said

that it was used as
the murder weapon.

If I stood up in
court for the defense

and brought Hattie
in as a witness,

it would give any jury
pause for thought.

I'd rather not go
into court, sir.

Don't worry. There
won't be a trial.

It's just hypothetical.

And if I was the
hypothetical prosecutor,

I'd point out that
you hadn't seen Henry

in several weeks
prior to his visit.

And it's quite possible
that a man of his age

might have started using
a cane in the meantime.

You don't need to sound
so proud of yourself.

I'm just playing
devil's advocate.

What about the
written confession?

It could have been a forgery,

slipped into Henry's
pocket by whoever shot him.

Well have you checked
the handwriting?

No.

No. I haven't.

This is the will Henry
gave me that night.

It's handwritten.

Well?

It looks

the same.

I know you want to
believe he's innocent,

but you think that
about everybody.

Did you hear about Mr. Enfield?

The court case! I
completely forgot.

Don't worry. He decided
to plead guilty after all.

Admitted everything.

It was all in this
morning's paper.

He was fined 50 guineas.

Oh. I wonder what
brought that on.

Perhaps I'm just not a very
good judge of character.

If you don't mind me
saying, Mr. Utterson, sir.

I was just thinking.

What is it?

Well, that man, Dr. Jekyll,

he wasn't carrying a
cane when he came here,

but he did have a briefcase.

Yes, yes. I know
he had a case.

I saw that for myself.

Well, what I mean is, um...

It's like this.

If you hold this and pretend
it's Dr. Jekyll's case,

and then if you pretend
this is a walking cane,

then try and grab me and hit
me over the head with the cane.

Ah, I don't think I ought to.

It's all right. Just try.

You'll get what I
mean in a minute.

Very well.

Now, try and grab me.

Ah.

Go on.

Uh.

Now, how are you going
to hit her with the cane?

Now, if you did that in court,

it would definitely give
the jury pause for thought.

Did the witness mention anything
about his carrying a case?

No.

Where are you going?

To ask her.

If this is the only
defense we've got,

I've gotta make sure of it.

It's getting late.

Don't worry. I think
she'll still be up.

How much did you
say it was again?

Tuppence.

Tuppence! I thought
you said a penny.

For how you wanted
it, it's tuppence.

Fair enough.

It beats paying 50 guineas.
That's for certain.

- Door's not locked.
- What do you think

you're doing?

Don't let them in.

I don't want anyone
to see me here?

Oh, for Christ sake.

You? What do you want?

Did you speak to her?

I knocked on her door,

there was no answer.

I told you it
was getting late.

What's your plan for tomorrow?

I'll head back over
to the Jekyll estate.

And with any luck, I'll be
able to speak with the girl

that saw Henry in the night.

I think the Butler was choosing
his words rather carefully.

I'd rather hear
it from the girl.

Come on. Let's go to bed.

You've done enough for one day.

Yes, yes, I know but
just one more minute.

I just want to look at the
confession one more time,

just to see if there's anything
else that doesn't add up.

Don't be long.

Mr. Utterson?

Oh, not this again.

Mr. Gabriel John Utterson?

You know that's who I am.

I'm sorry, sir, but I'm
here in a formal capacity.

I must ask you to accompany
me and the constable

to the police station.

And bring with you, please,
any documents you hold

relating to Henry Jekyll,

including that confession.

What is it this time?

I think we best discuss
it at the station, sir.

Anything you have to
say to me can be said

in front of my wife, Inspector.

Very well.

You are to be formally
charged with the kidnapping

and possible murder
of one Penny Keaton

on or about yesterday evening.

What?

Has something happened to her?

She's vanished, Mr. Utterson.

Well, isn't this a
turn up for the books.

Please, Inspector.

You cannot possibly think I
had anything to do with this.

Well, Henry Jekyll is
currently lying downstairs

in the morgue, so I can be
fairly certain it wasn't him.

If another girl
has gone missing,

it only proves my
point that Henry Jekyll

was not responsible for any
of the previous murders.

Yes, it does, doesn't it?

Rather convenient, that.

Especially as the girl in
question was my prime witness.

I'd have to be a fool to
try something so obvious.

I can't discount that
possibility, Mr. Utterson.

Late last night, a
disturbance was reported

on Wheelbarrow Way.

A girl screaming, some
commotion, that sort of thing.

Upon his arrival
at room number 5A,

my constable found the place
to be in some disarray.

And Ms. Keaton was
nowhere to be seen.

What he did find,
however, was this.

Your card, Mr. Utterson

at the scene of the crime.

Do you deny you were there?

No, of course not.

I left my card there when I went

to visit her in the afternoon.

Would this have been
on a personal matter?

I went to ask her
about what she saw.

And what did she tell you?

The same thing she
said when she was here.

And you didn't encourage her
to change her story at all?

Pay her off? Threaten her?

No, nothing like that.

And this was in the
afternoon, you say?

Yes.

Funny that.

Because a few of the
girls down that way

reported seeing a young gentleman
matching your description

approaching Wheelbarrow Way
around 10 o'clock last night,

which was roughly
around the same time

as the screaming was heard.

Well, yes, I did go
back there in the evening.

And what was this
visit in aid of?

To hear her tell the
same story a third time?

Or perhaps you just
enjoyed spending time

in her company, aye?

If I kidnapped Penny
Keaton, where is she?

What on earth am I supposed
to have done with her?

I wouldn't know, Mr. Utterson.

Perhaps you threw in the river

or perhaps you took her
back to Henry Jekyll's place

and burned her in the furnace.

Perhaps you were in it
together from the start.

I can see it now.

The pair of you kidnapped
the girls together

for your own deviant purposes.

And when Jekyll was caught in
the act, you had two choices.

You could let him
take the fall for it

or concoct some ludicrous
scheme to place the blame

on some unnamed third party.

That third party has a name.

Look.

You took this from
my safe this morning.

It's Henry Jekyll's will.

He wrote it recently
and he bequeathed

his entire estate to
someone called Mr. Hyde.

Shortly thereafter, Henry's dead

in mysterious circumstances.

Mr. Hyde? Who's he?

I don't know. No one knows.

But I bet he's the one
orchestrating all of this

in order to get his
hands on the inheritance.

I need you to get
a message to Gabriel

at the police station, Hattie.

It's very important so don't
let them send you away.

Yes?

I'm taking a carriage
to the Jekyll estate

to try and speak to
some of the staff.

Gabriel wanted to
go himself but-

- Of course, ma'am.

If I was involved in
any sort of conspiracy,

what would be the point in
me kidnapping Penny Keaton?

You're going around
in circles, Inspector.

Apparently, Mrs.
Utterson wants you to know

she's gone over to
the Jekyll estate.

What's all this about?

I had the idea
of going over there

to speak with some of the staff.

Obviously she's
gone on my behalf.

She'll have a hard time
speaking to anyone there.

What?

They've all gone.

Cleared out late last night.

You mean there's
no one there at all?

Inspector, please
let me go at once.

My wife might be in danger.

- What do you mean?
- Five women are missing,

all presumed dead and
as far as I'm concerned,

the person responsible
is still out there.

Oh!

If I don't return
in 10 minutes,

please hurry to Scotland Yard

and ask for Inspector Newcombe.

Sarah?

Mr. Hyde, I presume.

Henry?

You were right the first time.

Not my real name, of course,

but it seemed a suitable epithet

for a man hidden away
for half a century.

What is all this?

I would love
to explain, Mr. Utterson.

But it's a very long story

and I really must be on my way.

I'll be in touch in due course
to claim my inheritance.

Your inheritance?

All legal and above board.

I trust Henry signed the
will in your presence.

You seem to be
forgetting I have a pistol.

And you seem to be forgetting,

I have your wife.

Acid, Mr. Utterson.

This is my own special formula.

I'm sure you've heard
stories of piranha fish

in jungle rivers that can
strip a man to the bone

in five minutes?

Well according to
my experiments,

this particular formulation

can strip a woman to the
bone in a minute flat.

Your "experiments?"

We men of science all have
our own special interests.

The more my brother
believed that acid

was the cause of all
the woes of the body,

the more fascinated with
its properties I became.

You and Henry were brothers.

Identical twins, as
if you hadn't noticed.

Identical in all but our fates.

Our father was a scientist, too.

And with the
arrival of twin boys

came the opportunity
to carry out

his greatest
scientific study ever.

To answer that eternal
question: nature versus nurture.

What would happen if you
took two identical boys

and raised one in
light and freedom,

and the other in
darkness and captivity?

A cruel and shameful exercise,

but once begun could
never be disclosed.

So I remained hidden,

locked away, out so sight.

Did Henry know
he had a brother?

Of course he did.

A matter of great shame
to him all of his life.

Not until our parents both died

did he come to me to
beg for my forgiveness.

My requests were
quite straightforward.

I would remain
hidden, out of sight,

to protect his good reputation.

All I wanted was the chance

to carry out my own studies.

My own laboratory, down here.

And the freedom to come
and go as I pleased,

under cover of
darkness, of course.

And so my experiments
could begin.

It began simply enough,

small rodents were enough
to satisfy my curiosity.

Mice and rats were easy
to come by down here.

It fascinated me to see
their dirt and the grime

from their matted fur,
stripped instantly away

by the initial dip
into a mild acid bath.

And then, in time, the
fur itself fell away,

exposing the raw,
pink skin underneath.

And then slowly, slowly,
like peeling away

the layers of an onion,

the creature would grow
smaller and smaller.

The skin, the
muscle, the organs,

and then finally even the
tiny bones dissolving.

But what's the good
of that, you may ask?

I see no good in it at all.

Quite right.

If one wishes to
dispose of a rodent,

there are more efficient ways,

but if one wishes to
be rid of a human...

You mean, Henry?

It had occurred to
me to be rid of Henry.

To take his place, to live a
life that I was entitled to,

but had been denied
me all these years.

But to do that, there would
have to be no trace left.

None at all.

It took several weeks,
but finally it was ready.

My life-size acid bath.

Henry even paid for
all the materials.

The poor sap had no idea.

But how to test it?

At first I thought of the staff.

There were always young girls
running about the property,

fetching this or polishing that.

I'd heard the sounds of
their feet for years.

And now I finally caught
a glimpse at them,

but Henry would have
noticed if one went missing.

In any case, I'd
learnt over the years

from newspaper stories,

that there was a
different type of girl

that was readily available,
if one knew where to look.

The first came along
with me easily enough.

I'd taken to wearing clothes
that belonged to Henry.

And I fancy I looked
quite the gentleman.

The only difference between
us was my walking cane.

Years of cramped conditions
weakened my limbs,

and left me with
a pronounced limp.

I knew I would have
to work on that.

Of course, human flesh and
bone differs quite distinctly

from that of a rodent.

So it was necessary to first
run tests on small samples.

The results were
frankly disappointing.

Even the most brittle
finger bone from a girl

is almost 10 times the diameter
of the largest rat bone.

Several hours later, the remains

were still recognizably human.

What became of the girl?

She bled out. Died.

Made rather a mess.

So into the bath she went.

I knew the formula
would do its job

over the next few days.

So that's how it went.

Every day, a new test subject

till I was satisfied with acid.

Test subjects? These
were human beings.

And what am I, if
not a test subject?

Am I not a human being?

I treat others as
others have treated me.

No better, no worse.

And then disaster struck.

The fifth subject.

This girl was smarter
than the others.

Less impressed by my
suit and silver cane.

She wouldn't come.

And when I took hold of
her arm, she cried out.

I did what I had to do.

I struck with my cane.

Once, twice, and
still she cried out,

so I rained down a dozen blows

till her brain was
more out than in.

As I looked up from her body,

I saw the face of another
girl looking at mine.

Penny Keaton.

Was that her name?
The girl from room 5A.

Why didn't you hide your face?

Well it occurred
to me there and then

that it was not my face
that had been seen.

For all intents and
purposes, it was Henry's.

So my plans changed.

I realized that Henry
was more valuable to me

alive than dead.

For any questionable act
that I may be caught doing

henceforth could
be blamed on him.

Then why did you shoot him?

You're racing ahead of
yourself, Mr. Utterson.

That night, he was away
from the house visiting you.

I had written a will
and given it to him

to sign in your presence,

but as misfortune would have it,

we returned to the
house at the same time.

He saw my cane caked in blood.

There was no denying
the evidence.

So I told him everything
about my experiments.

He was incensed.

Even drawing the
pistol that had once

belonged to our father.

But he lacked the fortitude
to pull the trigger.

We both knew that.

And so his final
act of cowardice

was to turn the
pistol on himself,

filled as he was with the guilt

of what he had
unleashed upon the world

by setting me free.

So in answer to your
question, Mr. Utterson,

I did not shoot my brother.

It was suicide,
plane and simple.

There was just the matter

of the witness to
my crime unresolved.

Henry had to take the blame.

Of course, I was well aware

of Henry's reputation
as a do-gooder.

If he were to commit a
crime such as murder,

there had to be a
plausible reason.

And so I hit upon the
idea of an experiment,

some complex formula
that when drunk,

brought about an utter
transformation of character

that turned Jekyll into Hyde.

And so Henry's
confession was born.

It was then just a case
of firing another shot

from the pistol
into the floorboards

to alert the police
before quickly

making my escape downstairs.

What is it you want?

First, put the pistol down.

Very well.

And walk up those stairs
and out of this building

The lady and I are going
on a little trip up North.

I'll contact you regarding
the sale of the estate

and the transfer of funds.

And when I'm satisfied,

I will consider the matter of
returning your wife to you.

How can you expect
me to agree to that?

Do you not trust the
word of a gentleman?

Your brother was a gentleman.

There's another word I
can think of for you.

- What do you mean?
- Henry Jekyll

was a man who garnered respect.

I can only pity you.

You may share his face,

but you will never
match his achievements.

Achievements?

Maybe you'd like to
taste my achievements

as a little glimpse of what's
to come if you defy me!

No!

A little splash in the face.

The constant reminder of
your greatest mistake!

Don't do it!

It's already done!

Henry!

I never knew you
could punch like that.

I suppose I better check.

Is he gone?

I think he's gone.

Thank you very much for
your statement, Mr. Utterson.

How's your wife holding up,

if you don't mind my asking?

She's recovering
well, thank you.

I must say, she's
surprisingly resilient.

And packs quite a
right hook, apparently.

I know it all sounds
outrageous, Inspector,

but that's what
happened, I swear.

I mean, you saw the basement.

Well, I saw a basement, yes.

With a modest laboratory set up.

It might easily have
belonged to Henry Jekyll.

But the vat of acid?

Yes, we drained that.

With some difficulty,
I might add.

Did you find any bodies?

We found some sludge,

which may or may not

have been organic in origin.

Frankly, it could
have been anything.

The long and the short of it is

there's no real
evidence this Mr. Hyde

of yours existed at all.

So where does
that leave Henry?

Well, I'm not convinced
of his innocence,

if that's what you mean.

But I think that providing

there are no more
mysterious disappearances,

we can declare the
matter to be closed.

Uh, that's not exactly
a not guilty verdict.

I told you there was
never gonna be any trial.

Just be thankful I won't
be going to the press

with any of this nonsense.

Got my own reputation
to think of.

And am I still under suspicion

for what happened
to Penny Keaton?

As luck would have it,

I had a visit this morning
from a young gentleman,

who was prepared
to make a statement

on the condition of
strict anonymity.

Seems he was present at
Ms. Keaton's kidnapping.

He didn't see much,

be he saw enough to be
quite certain it wasn't you.

How could he be sure? Is
it someone who knows me?

I couldn't say, Mr. Utterson.

What are you so down about?

I mean, you got what you wanted.

Not to mention the matter
of the inheritance.

What?

The inheritance.

You did read this
will, I take it?

"Mr. Hyde is to present
himself in a timely manner

to receive said possessions.

Should he fail to do so,

the entire estate
is to be distributed

by my solicitor,
Gabriel Utterson,

in whichever way he sees fit."

Now, if we're to believe
that what's left of Mr. Hyde

currently resides at the bottom
of my constable's bucket,

that potentially makes you

a very wealthy
man, Mr. Utterson.

Oh, Hattie. Is Sarah up?

She's still resting. I
thought it best to leave her be.

Yes. Yes, quite right.

Hattie?

Um, would you mind please
taking this to the kitchen

and seeing if we
have the ingredients

for one of Dr.
Jekyll's preparations?

Of course.

What was that?

It was in the book.

"Dear Gabriel,

I suspect it may
be some time before

your digestive
discomfort or possibly

your dear wife, Sarah, forces
you to pick up the book

that I left with you.

And so when you read this,

it is likely that much
will have come to pass

that you will have found
greatly surprising.

As you probably know, I
have a brother named Edward.

His has been a most
unfortunate life,

and I hope that in time you
will look upon him as an equal

to me as both a
scientist and a friend.

For now, I know he
looks upon the world

with suspicion and anger,

as well anyone might
do in his position.

Please assure him there is
still much good in this world.

I don't think he knows.

I can think of no one better
suited to this task than you.

Your friend, Henry."

You know,
a place like this

needs a lot of maintaining.

I know.

It's almost certainly beyond
my capability to manage.

It's why I sold it.

- You've what?
- Sold it.

Sold the lot, the
building, the grounds,

even the laboratory equipment.

- But Henry?
- Oh, Henry wouldn't

have minded.

He always hated the place.

He always said it held too
many bad memories for him.

Now I know why.

So, how much did
you sell it for?

Well, let's
just say enough to fund

a fully stocked medical bay
in every poorhouse in London,

in the name of Dr. Henry Jekyll.

That sounds like exactly
what he would have wanted.

With just enough leftover

to cover the cost of a modest
law firm with its own offices

in the name of
Gabriel John Utterson.

With nine to five hours?

Eight to six.

With half an hour for lunch.

How is your
constitution these days?

Absolutely
fine, thank you.