Jekyll s01e05 Episode Script

My condition is unprecedented.
Nothing like this has ever happened before.
Don't! Just stop, just stop now! Why? Tell me, Daddy, what's the big deal about Claire? Oh, Daddy! - I'm not married to you! - Yes, you are.
Get used to it! Klein & Utterson exist to follow you.
You are its sole purpose.
No, for God's sake, no! Please! No! - You have some questions? - A few, yes.
You have my husband in a box! - It's Hyde we want.
- So, who is he now? How do you know which one he's stabilised as? We open the box.
Sorry, Poole.
Mislaid my keys.
Good morning, Dr Jekyll.
We weren't sure when you'd be returning.
Will you be requiring breakfast? No, I think I've eaten.
I have I've eaten - Any messages? - The same gentleman as before.
He said he would call back, after ten o'clock this evening.
Gentlemen do not call after ten o'clock.
I could contact the police.
Alice said his manner was odd.
I have business with this man.
We are connected.
- He spoke to Alice? - The maid, yes, sir.
He came to the kitchen door this time.
I'll talk to her.
Is she still in the kitchen? I could send for her.
Alice? You had a caller today.
He's coming back tonight.
Ten o'clock tonight.
Mr Hyde scares me.
Mr Hyde scares me very much.
But not half as much as that man today and his questions.
"The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde.
" My wife thinks I should throw it in the fire.
But my publisher is interested.
You called at the house while I was out today.
You spoke with the maid.
Yes.
I'm sorry, background details, you know.
I have provided you with sufficient details.
You have kept within the limits of what we agreed? I have elaborated for colour, altered for economy.
It has the appearance of a fiction, but the substance of the facts, just as you wished.
It lacks only an ending.
- An ending will present itself shortly.
- How? I will die.
I can no longer control the changes.
I thought you said the potion controlled the changes.
At the beginning, yes.
Hyde comes when he chooses now.
Each time he weakens me, reduces me.
I can feel it.
- I'm sorry.
- I'm not.
If I die, he dies too.
People are not stupid, this tale is not in my normal style.
There are those, a few, who might suspect its origins in truth.
In a tale of a potion that can transform its hero into a demon I am not a hero.
And it is not a tale.
Such an account might set some thinking about this potion.
There are those who would wish to possess such a thing.
I know.
Then why should this tale be told? It is not a tale.
It is a trap.
The secret of this potion, you are certain it is known to you alone? Oh, yes.
You are wrong.
It is known to one other.
Who? Me.
I only want to know if I'm right.
One never quite knows who's listening.
The secret of Doctor Jekyll's potion.
Nothing will appear in my account.
You can trust me.
You will tell no one? You have my word.
It dies with you.
Doctor Jekyll's last secret.
Oh, Tom Oh, my God.
You've chained him.
Claire? - Tom - Claire, be careful.
Help me, Claire.
- I can't see your face.
- I can't move.
I need to see your face.
I can't move my head.
- Paralysis? - No, it can't be.
Tom? Why have you chained him? Thing is - If he stabilised as Hyde, well - What? - He'd be more extreme.
- Worse.
- Stronger.
- He doesn't look stronger to me.
Claire.
It's me.
Please, it's me.
I can't move.
Our honeymoon where did we go? What? You heard me.
Our honeymoon.
Name of the hotel.
The Appleyard.
The Appleyard room 702.
We could see the church from the window, the spire.
Do you know what? I'd forgotten the room number.
- Oh - Claire You know what? Not too close.
He hasn't.
The doctor is out! Security! Get security in here, now! He's out of my head! Hallelujah! Home alone! Oh, this feels good.
Roomy.
Look at all this space.
I could put up shelves.
Where is he? Where's my husband? He was in here a minute ago.
Turn my back and whoosh! Not even a tip on the dresser.
Men! Oh, this feels so peaceful, love it.
No more boring doctor yapping away in the corner.
You've got no idea.
"Don't do this, don't do that, don't kill her, your turn to shave" And if I'd had one more argument about who was biting the fingernails oh! Did that bug you, the fingernails? Did he do that when he was with you? We should talk, you and me, we're fellow sufferers.
We should have a cup of coffee and a good old chinwag about him.
The wife and the ex.
Girls together.
All friends now the bastard's dead.
How can he be dead? You're still here.
How can he be dead? Hello again, Mr Hyde.
Appreciate it if you kept right where you are.
The thing about consuming your alter ego, bit like a Chinese, minute later you're hungry again.
Hello, boys.
Mr Hyde, no one here means you any harm, but we do need to examine you.
The thing is basically, you may not be stabilised yet.
It's for your own good.
Basically.
Ok, Mr Basically, talk to me like you know me again, in public, where people can see, and the next sound you hear will be your own neck snapping.
Do we now have a basis for communication? Mr Hyde.
- Step away from Dr Gilligan.
- Yeah Ah-ah necketty neck-neck! - Sorry.
- Mr Hyde.
Please, step away from Dr Gilligan.
We don't want to hurt you.
I can smell your sweat.
Vegetarian.
Woof! You've got a dog.
Woof-woof.
Two dogs.
Big dogs.
I want to say Alsatian.
Is he correct, Colonel Hart? Yes, sir.
He's correct.
Hmm, tasty.
57 years old, ex-smoker, gave up two years ago? Yeah.
Two years ago.
Two years and too late.
It's started already, hasn't it? Rustling away down there, growing in the dark.
Hello, Mr Tumour.
Goodbye, daylight.
Am I right? Is he right, Colonel Hart? Yes, sir.
He's right.
Course I'm right.
Two years, and then it's, "Night-night, Colonel Cancer, sir!" Stop it! Stop that! Don't you dare do that! Uh-oh, it's the missus.
- Leave him alone.
- Why? Because my husband is better than that.
Your husband is gone, Mrs Jackman.
Erased, boiled away and never ever coming back.
Do you get it, Mrs Jackman? He's dead, Mrs Jackman.
Any questions Mrs Jackman? Yes, one.
The Appleyard? OK.
OK.
Good question.
The Appleyard, room 702.
Now, you see, she's smart.
She's the one.
You girls you big Marys with your guns, you haven't got a clue.
- She's the one who's dangerous.
- Well? The Appleyard? The answer is, I don't know.
You weren't there.
That was our wedding night, you didn't even exist then.
- I don't know.
- You don't have Tom's memories.
So how can you know about the Appleyard? I don't know! Excuse me.
I'm getting it.
You throw the bread in the water and the ducks - dah, dah - eat the bread.
- That's the basics, yes.
- Mr Hyde? - Mr Hyde, are you all right? - I like feeding ducks.
Is this your usual second date? I just thought it'd be nice to talk.
This time.
You don't have to actually throw the bread at the ducks.
I'm getting their attention.
It's quicker.
Erm Mr Hyde? Mr Hyde Mr Hyde? You were in a park.
You were feeding ducks.
What? Excuse me, could we have the bill, please? Just getting it ready.
Don't want the date part crowding out the sex.
Stop! Stop! - Where are you now? - In a restaurant.
You ordered the bill.
You said Too fast, too much, too fast, stop it, stop it! Good boy.
Shh.
Good boy.
Good boy.
- How's yours doing? - Almost gone.
- Can we swap? - I put the work in.
Stop! Stop! - What's wrong, what's happening? - Stop!! They did.
They stopped.
What are you seeing right now? We can't help you unless you tell us.
In a kitchen.
Their kitchen.
I've got rewind.
Look at that! I've got digital rewind.
It's like Sky Plus in here! Can you explain to us what it is you're experiencing? What's happening to you? It's his memories.
It's like I'm downloading his memories.
Big chunks.
- Like it's happening.
- Tom's memories.
Hence the Appleyard.
Does that mean he's still in there? Tom's still in there somewhere.
He's alive.
No.
That means he's dead.
The brain is reallocating the memory space.
You've killed him, Peter.
No, not killed technically.
More like deleted.
Deleted? Be careful if I were you.
OK.
Careful, careful.
You OK? Three months married and I'm competing with the TV.
I like this film.
Is there nudity? - No.
- OK, then.
I'm back in the game.
- Now we're talking.
- What are you seeing now? - I've finally found the adult channels.
- What does that mean? You know the way you sometimes think men are mentally undressing you? Peanuts! She switched channels.
It is not a tale, it is a trap.
Typical woman, it's a costume drama.
The secret of this potion, you are certain it is known to you alone? - Yes.
- You are wrong.
It is known to one other.
Who? Me.
What are you seeing? What are you seeing now? Tell us what you see.
It's like Victorian times.
And Daddy's here.
No, not Daddy.
Granddad.
No, Great-Granddad.
Great-Great whatever.
Dr Jekyll.
The original.
Doesn't look like Spencer Tracy.
How can he remember Dr Jekyll? He was never there.
- Race memory? - Race memory doesn't work like that.
Well, for us it doesn't.
Maybe he's got something better.
I only want to know that I'm right.
One never quite knows who's listening.
The secret of Dr Jekyll's potion.
"Jeekle"? - "Dr Jeekle"? - What's he saying? It's the original pronunciation.
Dear God, he can't actually be there, can he? Nothing will appear in my account.
You can trust me.
You will tell no one? It dies with you, Dr Jekyll's last secret.
It is not a tale, it is a trap.
What? Tell us, what? How long have you been looking for Dr Jekyll's potion? Cost you a bit has it? - Burnt a hole in the pocket? - At the beginning.
- And you used Jekyll's notes? - His notes, yes.
And what happened when anyone drank it? They died.
He sent you on a wild goose chase.
With a bit of murder on the side.
Alice? - Were you listening? - What do you hope to achieve? Your protection.
With a tale of a magic potion? Do you think anyone will think that's the truth? The truth is just a tale told often enough.
The truth is me, sir.
And we both know it.
I raise the devil in you, not any potion.
My touch, my love.
Me.
What? - What?! - It's you.
You then and you now.
You are here and you are there.
What do you mean? Where am I? With him.
Back then with Dr Jekyll.
You're with Dr Jekyll.
You.
It's all about you.
Alice.
Oh, Alice.
You're the one thing that keeps me here.
Without you, I'm just him.
Well, do you see? The one thing that keeps him here, keeps him here and keeps you weak.
Look at her.
You will always be weak with her in the world.
She's still alive! But what if she wasn't? Imagine.
Oh, imagine.
You could be free.
She keeps you weak.
Only her.
You know what you need.
Claire! You all right, Mrs Jackman? - What time is it? - Half past three.
- In the morning.
- We know.
I've already had - She drew pictures of the last three.
- Well, it passed the time, didn't it? Four women locked in a room without a single magazine.
It's like some kind of vile experiment.
Can I see that? Oh, anything in particular? You've got photographs of Dr Jekyll.
What about the people around him? His friends, you know, people he knew? No, not really.
Um members of his household, his servants.
Who's she? - What's happened to her face? - Oh, the maid.
That's interesting, isn't it? It's the same thing on this one.
The damage is on the original photograph, done at the time, I think.
Like someone was trying to conceal her identity.
Why? Dr Gilligan, get you anything from the canteen? No.
Oh, yeah, yeah, something chocolatey.
OK.
Oh Dr Gilligan Necketty neck-neck.
Syme.
Hello, this is Syme, who is this? The next stage of human evolution.
How much do you get for that these days? Mr Hyde? Where's Dr Gilligan? Dunno.
Probably down the boozer with his mates, having a laugh.
Mr Hyde, that lab is secure.
You are in the centre of a secure area.
There's no way you can leave If I want to leave, you can't stop me.
But you know what? That's not what I want.
Then tell us what you want, Mr Hyde.
Who are you? What do you want? I want her.
I want Claire.
Do you know what I'm thinking? God forbid you should ever have an unexpressed thought.
I'm thinking about the wastepaper bin.
- Sorry? - You'd all need to turn your backs.
- Oh, for God's sake! - I'm a pregnant woman! And you're getting nowhere with that lock.
Thumb print-activated.
I'm sure this is a print scanner.
You used to be so good with locks, didn't you, dear? Technology's running away with me.
Just no fun being locked up any more.
Like you ever listen when I say that.
So why you? - I'm sorry? - My husband gave you a job.
Why you? I'm qualified.
I'm a fully-qualified psychiatric nurse.
Does that come with a uniform? He's never had any interest in me other than professional.
And I certainly have no interest in him.
Really? Not my type.
Very much not my type.
Oh, come on.
Is that actually likely? I mean, just between you and me, just us girls together, all good taste and decency aside.
He spends half his time as a world-class hottie.
Yeah, well he spends the other half as Mr Hyde! Oh, you meant the other the other way round.
See what I did there? You have good taste.
Mrs Jackman.
- Your husband wants to see you.
- He's up? What's he wanting? - Bacon and eggs? - I'll take you to him.
- What does he want? - I'll take you.
Are my children here? I need to see them.
They're being looked after.
We should go.
What's going to happen to her? Mrs Jackman, when you're talking to Mr Hyde, keep watching the lights.
If Dr Jackman's there then the lights will flicker.
It happens when he fights to get out.
Like he needs to draw on the energy.
If he's in there and he's fighting, the lights will flicker.
You're very observant.
He's strong, and if there's any way for him to come back, he'll come back for you.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
OK, let's go.
So what about us? Yes, because quite honestly desperate for a pee.
We're taking you home.
Oh, there's no need, we brought the car.
Just point us towards the door.
- We're taking you home.
- No need.
No problem.
Oh, my God.
Mrs Jackman.
Hi, honey, I'm home.
Ooh, you're scared.
Love that.
And just a little bit excited.
A teensy-weensy bit.
Or is that me? Well? On their way.
Moment alone with the wife, boys.
Oh, nice and private.
What, am I getting lucky or something? No, you're not getting lucky.
Messing with my head now, Mr Big Scary Man? - I'm so afraid.
- Know how they killed your husband? - They put him in a box.
- Yeah.
They put him in a box.
Couldn't figure it out at first.
Didn't make any sense.
They didn't give him any drugs, I'd have felt that.
Just one big shot of adrenalin, that's all.
But you know what? They didn't have to give him drugs.
He was claustrophobic.
All they needed.
His biggest nightmare come true.
Buried alive in a big steel box.
Wired up to keep him fully alert.
Completely aware of every passing second.
Can you imagine? Afraid of the dark, with your eyes pinned open.
Wouldn't you just die? That's how they killed him.
They drove him mad, Mrs Jackman.
They drove him out of my head.
They put him in a box.
How do you know he went mad? Because I'm here and he's not.
No, no, no, no, no, no, the lights won't flicker this time.
There's not enough power in this place to put Humpty together again.
He's down a deep dark hole and he's never coming out.
Tom.
Tom, if you're in there, I need you.
I need you now.
Can't hear you, love.
But you know, you're right.
There's always a chance.
Let's be sure.
Let's give him a memory he could never live with.
Tom, I know you're still in there.
You're my husband and you would never hurt me.
And I know you're still in there.
All gone, love.
Hubby's all gone to dust.
Tom, you wouldn't do this.
You'd stop it! You're going to fight! I was worried you wouldn't.
- I'm going to scratch your eyes out! - Ooh, goodie, try.
I'd like that.
He's not coming back.
Any minute now, he won't even want to.
He'll come back, you hear me? Knock yourself out.
Killing me will not be enough.
Oh, sweetheart.
Not nearly enough.
Mummy? - Mummy? - Hello boys, it's Uncle Billy.
- What are you doing? - We're playing.
It's play time! You will not touch my children! I swear I will kill you if you touch my children! Syme! I want ten minutes.
Ten minutes'play time.
- You will not touch my children! - Make it 20.
I swear you will not get out of here alive! I swear it! Oh, what the hell.
Give me half an hour.
I know you can hear me.
You have half an hour.
Gee, thanks, Mom, you're the best.
He's a child.
Give him what he wants and he'll be ours.
Peter? Are you there? Peter, if you can hear this, you can't let this happen.
Peter, please.
They're your godchildren.
- Turn it off.
- Peter! - For Christ's sake, turn it off! - You can't let this happen! Peter! They've turned off the cameras.
All of them.
No one can see or hear us.
Suckers.
We've got half an hour to get out.
Come on, let's get those kiddies home.
We can get out through the floor, into the next room, which gets us into the corridor.
Hang on Yes, next room, corridor, no worries.
He's got a good memory, your husband.
Comes in very handy.
You're not going to hurt us, then? - Oh, take a joke, can't you? - A joke? You said you'd kill us.
And they turned off the cameras.
Let's go home, honey.
- I'm to trust you? - You're safe with me.
You're a psychopath and I am not safe! I'm a psychopath with super powers and you're my girl.
- You're not my husband.
- It's you keeps saying it.
- Changed my mind.
- Know the feeling.
- You are not Tom.
- Tell you what I am.
I'm strong.
I don't care how strong you are.
I'm so strong, I walk through this funny little world of yours and I don't notice it.
It bores me.
But you you, Mrs Jackman You make me weak.
I notice you.
You've never been safer in your life.
Let's go.
Boys.
Am I your father? Give me your hands.
It's all right, give me your hands.
Look closer.
You know me.
You always know me.
Am I your father? - Okey-dokey, you first.
- Why me? Fantastic arse.
Er as you're going to be taking us home, wouldn't asking our addresses be an idea? Hang on.
Mr Syme? No one's in the life support casket now, are they? I'm getting readings.
Jesus Christ! Get out the way! Get those cameras back on! Inspection hatch.
They've got out through the power room.
There'll be a lock-down on the ground floor.
- So where are we going? - The roof.
- Then what? - One thing at a time? - Do you share Tom's finger prints? - No.
That's a thumb print scanner.
- No one gets in unless they're allowed.
- Trust me.
Get the bloody thing open! Oh! Oh, my God! What did he do to you? He cut off my thumb! Ah Let's get out.
Send the lift down, they'll be tracking us.
We'll take the stairs the rest of the way.
It's only two floors.
The wife's making a bit of a fuss, so put this in a fridge somewhere.
It's for Dr Gilligan.
- What is it? - He'll recognise it.
- Who are you? - Oh, that's a point.
Better kill you.
- You're killing him! - Trust me, I'm a psychopath! - Don't! - But I've started.
You're not going to kill anyone.
No more killing people, got it? Every day without killing someone? What kind of life is that? It's called marriage, honey.
- Well, what are we gonna do with him? - Tie him up.
That takes ages.
There.
He'll be out for 20 minutes.
No, sod it, we'll take the full hour.
It's OK.
Don't look.
Ssh.
- There's a helipad on the roof.
- And? Helipad, yeah.
OK.
Question.
Quite a big question, if I'm honest.
- Can I fly a helicopter? - That's the plan? "Can I fly a helicopter?" That's the plan?! Wait.
He had a lesson.
Yeah, he did.
He had a lesson.
I've got him sitting in a helicopter.
- No, it's a moped.
No, a helicopter.
- Oh, Jesus Christ! Actually, it could have been a horse.
Hm, his attention really wandered, didn't it? Mr Hyde these weapons are aimed at your wife and your children.
If you hesitate in any way to comply with my instructions, we will first kill the child on your left.
Signal your understanding, but do not speak.
You have a gun in your left hand.
You will drop it.
No play-acting, Mr Hyde, I know how much they mean to you.
My camera was never switched off.
She makes you weak.
Not that weak.
This organisation has waited over 100 years for you.
There is nothing you can accomplish with that gun that will change a thing.
I will count to five and you will drop it.
- One, two - Never gonna make it to five.
Then neither will your children.
Three Let my family go, or I'll blow my brains out.
You've waited over 100 years.
Don't miss out now, let them go.
No.
Kill yourself.
It's a good plan, I never thought of that.
Kill yourself.
If you're dead, we have no further use for your family.
You can save them now.
Just kill yourself.
Blow your brains out.
Can you do it? Tom Jackman could do it, he loves them enough.
Do you? - Four - No.
Don't! Five.
Course not.
Too afraid of dying, like all children.
You are just a child, Mr Hyde.
We took the man in you away.
As we're up here, I'll take the helicopter now.
And I'll take the Jackmans with me.
Where are you taking them? Where you will follow.
We have your family and you have no choice.
You will come to us.
Welcome to the company, Mr Hyde.
Ah.
I was hoping for a longer journey.
All three of you, go and stand in the beam of the headlights, right in the middle.
- This is murder.
- No.
No, we're just taking a break.
You must have been a soldier once.
What could possibly be worth all this? The cure for cancer? Oh, I see.
You wanna live? I know the feeling.
I'm supposed to be a superman.
Why am I not a superman? Daddy! Daddy! Why am I not a superman?! Why am I not a superman?! Why am I not a superman?!! Daddy!! I'm supposed to be dangerous.
Why am I not a superman? Are you listening to me, Daddy? I'm supposed to be Superman!! Half a man.
For her.
Yes, Mr Hyde, we all know about your little power-draining trick.
But it won't work this time.
Tom Jackman's gone.
There isn't enough power in this entire building to bring him back.
Oh, my God! My God! Jesus, look at that! What's happening? Sorry, ladies, not my decision.
Oh, God! What are we going to do? Run! After them! This way.
Mr Hyde? Sorry.
You're not dealing with Junior anymore.
Daddy's home.
I want you to send a message, to your boss.
To those people who took my family.
Three words: - We are coming.
- "We"? There is no "we", Tom.
You're alone.
- Alone against everyone.
- Three words: We are coming.
Send it.
Sign it Jekyll and Hyde.