Hyde (2025) Movie Script
[MUSIC]
[MUSIC]
Hey, Mr. Hyde.
Hey, Jack.
How are you?
How's school?
Good.
Hey, Mr. Hyde.
What do you think
happened to all the dinosaurs?
Dinosaurs?
Yeah.
In school today, we
learned about dinosaurs.
But I don't know what happened to them.
I don't know, Jack.
I mean, wasn't there a Jurassic
movie or something like that
where they were all running around?
Yeah, but the dinosaurs
are alive in that movie.
Wait, does that mean dinosaurs
are still alive somewhere?
Goodbye, Jack.
Mr. Hyde, do you think Dylan
could come out and skate?
Let me see what's going
on when I get inside,
and I'll send him your way.
Thanks, Mr. Hyde.
Hey, babe.
Hi.
Your mom called today.
She went on another one of those rants
about how nervous she
is with us living out here,
afraid that something's going to happen.
Again?
I think it's because you don't call her.
If you talk to her more, she
probably wouldn't bother us as much.
That's exactly why I don't call her.
She's always asking,
"Why don't you move back?
How can you live in
a city full of such sin?"
I can only take so much.
You OK?
Court today, the Banning case.
Yeah?
29 minutes, the jury deliberated.
Not even a full half hour.
Oh, babe, I'm sorry.
But, I mean, really,
what were you expecting?
The guy was guilty.
There wasn't a jury in town
that was going to set him free.
Except for one.
What?
Not guilty, baby.
What? You didn't?
29 minutes, my jury.
Edward, I'm so proud of you.
And there's more.
Yeah?
Uh-huh.
There was talks about maybe
making me partner in the firm.
No way.
Oh, Eddie, do you know what this means?
I don't mean it means I'm
going to be working a lot more,
but I'll also be able to
bring a lot more to the family.
So I can finally get that new
kitchen I've been wanting?
Yeah.
Anything you want.
Mmm, I hate to ruin the moment, but...
What's wrong?
You need to talk to your son.
My son?
Jeez.
What did he do now?
He got caught with weed in school.
Shit.
They were going to expel him
until I talked to the principal.
They reduced his punishment to
two weeks out of school suspension.
But he's on very thin ice, Edward.
Oh, boy.
I don't know how much
more I can take of this.
I mean, at first it was the fighting,
then stealing stuff from other kids,
and now this?
Alright.
Where is he? I'll talk to him.
Can we talk?
Go ahead.
Didn't you turn that off and
listen to me for a minute?
I already know what this is about.
Is that so?
Mom told me she was going to
send you in here and talk to me.
This is about what
happened at school, right?
Pot. Dylan. Really?
Dad, I'm sorry.
Spare me the bullshit.
Pot is for losers. It fries your brain.
I know. I know. You
told me all of this before.
Well, then don't put me in the position
where I have to tell you again, Dylan.
And I guess I don't have to tell
you that pot will land your ass in jail.
And I guess I don't have to
tell you that pot will ruin your life.
But what I can tell you is, is if I
ever hear about you doing this again,
it'll be the last thing you do for a
very long time. You understand me?
Yeah. I got it.
Okay.
Wait. I'm not punished or anything?
No. Not this time.
Did Mom tell you about
the cabin this weekend?
Cabin?
Yeah. We're all going like we used to.
She didn't say anything to me
about it. I'll get with her on it.
Are you coming to my game tomorrow?
Game? What time?
3.30.
I'll be there.
Cool.
Love you.
You too.
Good night. Good night.
Did you talk to him?
I did.
And? And he says we're going
to the cabin this weekend?
I was going to tell you,
but when you came home
from work after
everything at court, I forgot.
So we're rewarding him for being a pothead?
It's not a reward, Edward.
What? You mean we're going on a trip the
same week that he gets busted in school?
You don't call that a reward?
He's hardly a pothead.
We're not rewarding him, Sarah.
We're not.
Well then what do you call it?
I call it taking some time out of our
lives to spend some family time together.
Much needed family time.
Maybe if we spent more time with
him, he wouldn't be acting out so much.
Don't. Don't do that. Don't blame me.
Don't make me out to be the bad guy.
I'm not blaming you. I'm not
making you out to be anything.
I'm just as much to blame
as you are. I said we, not you.
You're not. Not you. You're
gone all day. I'm gone all day.
And even when we are
home, we're both still working.
He's a kid, Eddie.
Kids do these things.
We just have to make sure
he doesn't keep doing them.
Help him stay on the right path.
Sing me a song?
[ "I Will Feel A Glue" plays ]
Someday, when I'm awfully low,
And the world is cold,
I will feel a glow just thinking of you.
And the way you look tonight.
[ Indistinct shouting ]
[ Applause ]
Come on, Dylan! You got this!
Yeah!
[ Indistinct shouting ]
[ Applause ]
Hey, Brad, come on in.
What's up, Eddie?
Just when you think there's
no more left in the universe,
there's order staring you
straight back in the face.
Okay.
What can I do for you, Brad?
I just need you to sign these.
Alright.
So, what's all this going on about
bringing order in the universe?
Well, I was going over some documents,
and I came across this
survey that says that
our insurer spent over
$300,000 on some new field data.
Who is the ideal employee?
Who dies? How and when?
You know what it said?
It said that people with children
live longer than people without.
People with two live
longer than people with one.
Smoking is bad.
Drinking is bad.
Speeding is bad.
Divorce is bad.
The drugs are bad.
You know, it's kind of nice to
see that all that junk's still there.
It's kind of the simplicity of it all.
Well, you have the perfect family.
Yeah. Yeah.
And I was supposed to be in my
son's baseball game 45 minutes ago.
You better get going.
Thanks, Brad.
No problem.
Are you lost?
Can you get lost?
Take a look at yourself.
Are you happy with what you see?
Dude, I don't have time for this.
I'm late for my son's baseball game.
Who the hell are you
approaching me like this?
I know who I am, but the
same cannot be said about you.
Introspection is the key.
Take a look.
Look, man, get out of
here before I call the cops.
[piano music]
Go left. Go left.
I am.
Go left.
How do I go left?
Use that button.
What?
I'm using that button.
The other that button.
I thought we had these guys.
Dylan.
What do you mean they found a hair?
You can't do that.
I just did.
Ha.
Do you mean to tell me that they
broke in after the initial investigation?
No. After it was already
taped off and they found a hair?
What?
For all we know, you could
have dropped it in there, Brad.
Why don't you just kill me now?
Die, you sucker.
Would everybody just shut up?
I'm sorry.
Come on, Dylan.
[footsteps]
I never should have come here.
You haven't been here for six years.
Even though your family
always asks you to come.
I've been a little bit busy, Sarah.
You promised Dylan some real time here.
I didn't promise anything.
You're the one that set this up.
And I just got here, remember?
You haven't even looked at him
except to summon him or yell at him.
That's not true.
How many more broken promises, Edward?
It's Brad.
I've got to take this.
I've got to fix this.
No.
You've got to fix your family first.
Brad?
What the hell did you just do?
Your son loves you.
He wants your advice.
He wants your attention.
He wants to do stuff, like play
video games and baseball with you.
How long do you think that lasts?
He's 16.
Pretty soon, Dylan probably won't
even want you to come to his games.
We have a few special years with our son,
where he's the one that wants us around.
After that, you're going
to be running after him,
begging him for a bit of attention.
A few years, Eddie.
Then it's gone.
You're not being smart.
You're missing it.
If this is what being a
partner in the firm is like.
Then I don't want it.
I'm sorry, Dylan.
It's fine.
No, it's not.
I raised my voice at you.
You didn't deserve that.
It's fine. I get it.
I missed your game the other day.
You sent Jim to record it for you.
Yeah, but I should have been there.
I said it's fine.
Hey, look at me.
I've just had a lot of stuff
going on with work lately.
Becoming partner and everything,
I'm just trying to give you
and your mother a good life.
We already have a good
life, Dad. We just need you.
I love you.
Love you too.
I promise.
Next year, I'm coming to like six games.
Okay.
I mean it. My word is my bond.
So you gonna show me how to beat
this stupid video game thing or what?
Okay.
Come on.
You awake?
Hmm?
Do you think we'll ever have another child?
You want to have another baby?
I've been thinking about it.
I mean, do you think
we can even do that right
now with everything we
got going on with Dylan?
Well, you'll be partner, right?
I mean, you'll be making enough money then.
You still want me to be partner?
I want you to do what's
best for this family.
Yeah.
You think it's a bad idea?
No. I don't think it's a bad idea.
It would be great to have another kid.
And it would be good for Dylan.
Having a little extra responsibility
with a brother or sister running around.
But that's not the only reason you'd
want to have another child, right?
No. I'm just saying it's a nice
little bonus that goes with it.
I shouldn't have brought it up.
Why?
Because I can tell you're not
as into it as me. And that's okay.
You give any thought about
what I told you the other day?
You're not the first person I
wanted to see this morning.
Why don't you go peddle
your drugs elsewhere?
Because I can see it in you.
You need to listen to me.
Man, you can't stand
out here selling drugs.
Look, I'll call the cops.
This will only help you. It won't hurt you.
Can you even fathom the
control that I can give to you?
Take control of your destiny.
I call it "gray".
Gray? Sounds fun. But
look, I'm really not interested.
What if I told you I'd give
you the first bottle for free?
You don't have to pay
me a dime. And if you like
the way it makes you feel,
we can talk business later.
I don't think so.
You can't think of it
as a drug. It'll relax you.
It'll help you focus on the things
that matter within this world.
Look, if I take the drugs from
you, will you leave me alone?
You'll never see me again.
Unless you come looking for me.
Fine.
Warning, though. Never take more than one
a day. There could be severe consequences.
Thanks. I know where
to find you if I need you.
Sure do.
[phone vibrates]
[phone vibrates] [phone vibrates]
Hey, babe. I'm at work. What's up?
What?
[music]
[music]
We're here today to
commemorate the life of Dylan.
And hopefully he will be with our
Lord today before we leave this spot.
[music]
How are you holding up, Eddie?
I'm fine. Thanks. I'm
surprised to see you back so
soon. You know, you
could have taken a little bit
more time. I think everybody
would have understood.
I'm fine. Thanks.
What about the person driving
the car? He's going to jail, right?
No. I mean, we have
to wait for the court date.
But come on, Brad. I
mean, we do this every day.
I mean, it was my kid
who was in the street not
paying attention. He was
just going around the corner.
But you said he was speeding,
right? That's got to help your case.
Doubtful. I mean, he might
get a couple of years for
vehicular manslaughter. Then
after parole a year, tops. If that.
Better man than me. If it
were me. I'd do everything
in my power to get revenge
on that son of a bitch.
What would revenge solve?
Remember, order in the universe. You've
got to balance the karmic scales. Plus,
you're the lawyer. You have
the advantage in that, right?
I'm not representing us.
What? Why not?
I'm not representing Sarah and I. I can't.
I understand, man. I
mean, just take it easy. If you
feel like you're getting
overwhelmed, just reach out.
Thanks, man.
It might rain tomorrow.
What?
Rain. Tomorrow. It might.
Oh.
Really? You're not even
going to rinse that first?
What's the point of having a dishwasher
if you have to wash it by hand first?
Just give it to me.
No. No. I got it.
Happy?
Ass.
His birthday's coming up. I thought we
could invite some
people over, have a little
celebration. Kind of a
celebration of his life, you know?
That's a stupid idea.
What?
You heard me. It's a stupid
idea. I'm not having a party.
Why? Why not?
He's dead. Our son is dead.
Dylan is dead. And no amount
of party or people or anything
is going to bring him back.
How dare you? At least I'm trying to keep
our son's memory alive.
What do you do all day?
Get up, go to work, come
home, and then when
you are here, you walk
around like a damn zombie.
God, Eddie, I know you're
hurting. I'm hurting too. But
you're shutting everyone and
everything out. It's not healthy.
Brad called me today. He says he doesn't
think you're ready to go back to work.
Oh, so now you talk about me to my friends
behind my back? I'm sorry that I can't
just get over our son's death in
five seconds like you evidently can.
I'm not having a birthday
party, Sarah. Especially
since it hasn't even been a
month since he's been killed.
You ask how dare I? How dare you? I mean,
what do you do around here all day? You
sit on your ass watching TV, not
paying attention to the world around you?
It's just like you weren't paying
attention the day our boy was killed.
Excuse me?
You fucking heard me. Maybe if you were
doing your job as a mother, our son would
still be alive to celebrate his birthday.
Get out! Get out!
Hey, mister. Give me a dollar.
Mister, how about it? One dollar?
What? Are you deaf?
You don't speak English?
You want me to give you a dollar?
That's what I said, isn't it?
What are you gonna do
with a dollar? It's not even
enough to buy a pack of
cigarettes. Let alone a beer.
No. No, it's not. But I figure
if I could get a dollar from at
least everybody that I come
in contact with, then I'd be set.
You people make me sick.
I'm sorry?
When you stand out here,
begging for money, and all you
really gotta do is wake up
in the morning, get a job.
You're just like the rest of America.
You know, it's people like you that
take the order out of the universe.
You know what? My bad.
I'm sorry. Never mind.
You're crazy.
I'm not crazy.
I'm sorry I bothered you.
I'm not.
Come on, you psycho.
You awake?
Morning.
You get in late last night? I
didn't even feel you get in bed.
Yeah. It was pretty late.
Listen, Eddie. I'm sorry.
I don't want to fight.
I'm sorry about last
night. I made you coffee.
I'm sorry, too.
Drink up.
So, where'd you wind up going?
I just drove around.
No place special.
I was so mad at you.
Then I realized you're hurting, too.
And I can't be mad at you for that.
You've been so strong
trying to be there for me
that you haven't really
had time to grieve yourself.
I want you to know it's okay.
You can talk to me about
whatever you're feeling.
Where are you going?
Gotta get ready for work.
Thanks for the coffee.
Who is he?
His name is Dan Carew.
Been living off the streets
for the last five years.
I really don't think he
has any family or friends.
So we got a dead guy
nobody's really gonna miss.
You know what that usually tells me?
What's that?
This wasn't personal. I'm sorry. This
wasn't revenge or anything like that.
This was purely for fun.
You think some stranger
killed this guy for fun?
There was definitely some sort of struggle.
But what reason would anyone
have to kill a homeless guy?
I really don't know. I'm
betting this was some teenage
kid. Or some guy that
did this on a dare. I'm not
sure. I'm not sure. I'm just some teenage
kid. Or some guy that did this on a dare.
Gang initiation maybe?
Probably thought he could get
away with offing a homeless man.
We'll get him though.
You see that bar over there?
And that gas station?
I want to know if either of
them have security cameras.
If they do, I want to see the tapes.
Yes ma'am.
Come in.
Hi Mrs. Hyde.
Oh hey Jack.
How are you?
I'm good.
I just wanted to stop by to see if
you needed anything from the store.
I'm on my way there now.
Oh, that's sweet.
- But no, I think I'm good. Thanks.
- Okay.
Mrs. Hyde?
Yeah Jack?
I'm really sorry about Dylan.
I miss him too.
You know what Jack?
You can come over any time, okay?
Okay.
Bye.
See ya Jack.
[Music]
You've been at it for hours.
How do you keep going?
You know what I think it is?
Alright, don't freak out.
I went to the doctor and he gave
me this new prescription, right?
And I mean it's kind of
like an antidepressant.
It sort of helps me.
Man, ever since I've been
taking it, I felt rejuvenated.
I mean refreshed.
It's like it broke me down and
built me back up, you know?
It brought me new life.
A new prescription?
Why didn't I know about this?
I didn't want you to
know I was hurting, alright?
And the doctor gave me this prescription.
I'm telling you.
You should take them.
I don't know.
I mean come on, it's a life changer.
I don't need to be on antidepressants.
And if I do, I'll go and see my doctor.
You're missing out.
I feel great.
I mean these pills do more than just
take me out of the depths of depression.
I mean, I feel like I can do things
that I never had the guts to do.
It's got me with this
energy within, you know?
I feel invincible.
I'm telling you, you're missing out.
I've got a new appreciation for life.
(phone rings)
Hello?
What?
No.
The hell?
What? What is it?
John Utterson.
He got out.
What?
The jury came back. There was an acquittal.
He got out.
The man that killed our son just got out.
No. No.
I'm going to call the lawyer.
Edward, where are you going?
Out.
Edward, we need to talk about this.
(music)
You look like a guy who's
got a lot on his mind.
You have no idea.
You want another?
Yes, please.
(music)
I'm looking for someone.
I heard he comes in here a lot.
Maybe you could help me.
I don't make it a habit to
know everyone's business.
Let's just say this guy owes me, and I'd
be very grateful if you could help me out.
Grateful, huh? What's in it for me?
Depends on what you want.
I get off at 11. Maybe we
could talk someplace quieter.
What are you looking for?
What's he done to get
a guy like you after him?
He took something from
me that I can't get back.
Well, maybe I can help, but it'll cost you.
I'm sure we could work something out.
So the guy you're looking
for? It's John Utterson, right?
Yeah. How'd you know?
It's not that big of a town.
Your family's been all over
the news since your son died.
I am sorry for your loss.
Thank you.
John's been laying low. Word
is his friends are protecting him.
But I know a guy who can get you to him.
Guy's name is Tom. You got your phone?
I'll give you his number.
You just tell him you talked to Beth.
(music)
What? No, thank you. What's wrong?
You know too much.
Excuse me?
So you know too much.
(music)
[Struggling]
(music)
You were out late.
Where'd you go?
Damn it, Edward. Will you talk to me?
What do you want me to say?
I know you're lying.
I know Dr. Stevens didn't
prescribe you any new drug.
I called him last night
when you didn't come home.
Are you on something,
Edward? Are you taking drugs?
What makes you say that?
You're changing, Edward.
Everything about you is changing.
You look bad. You even smell bad.
And it's getting worse.
Never been much of a hygiene freak.
You know, if you're so
concerned about this drug I'm on,
why don't you take one with me?
What? Are you insane? Absolutely not.
Come on. I mean, you say I'm changing.
I say I'm changing for the better.
You could be that way too.
We could be partners. The dynamic duo.
No, Edward.
Come on.
I'm not doing it.
You know, you're just jealous. I'm not
doing it. You know, you're just jealous.
I'm changing for the
better. I'm alive and free.
Meanwhile, you're sitting here
sobbing day in and day out about Dylan.
And I'm moving on to bigger
and better things in my life.
How dare you? What is happening to you?
You're still mourning Dylan too.
Don't you tell me that you're not.
How dare you? Who are you to
accuse me of mourning over our son?
A son that wanted nothing
more than to be close with his dad.
You were his hero, Eddie,
and you never had time for him.
He made promise after promise after
promise, and all you did was break them,
and all you did his entire life.
Do you know who I am?
I'm your husband.
I'm Mr. Edward Hyde.
I'm someone you should
never talk to like that again.
Hey, Chief.
It's not another one.
Beth White.
Bartender.
Wait, her throat was cut too?
What does this really mean?
I don't know, Officer, but we'll find out.
Can I help you?
What?
What?
I'm really sorry, Detective.
My brother and I were
never really that close.
He was always getting into
some sort of trouble or another.
I never thought that... he hit a
kid with his car a couple months ago.
This has got to be related.
It's alright. We got this. You can go home.
Officer.
We found a note in his jacket.
The karmic scales have been balanced.
Order has been restored in the universe.
[music]
47-year-old John
Utterson was found brutally
murdered outside of
his apartment last night.
It is believed Utterson was on his way home
when his attacker
approached in a struggling suit.
Utterson himself went under fire in recent
months when he was charged
with vehicular manslaughter
after he struck and killed a
16-year-old boy, Dylan Hyde.
He was later acquitted at trial.
Utterson's sister,
Johanna Utterson, was the
homicide detective who was
the first responder at the scene.
Back to you, Scott.
Oh my God, Edward.
You did it, didn't you?
You killed that Utterson guy.
He killed our son.
Oh my God. Edward, what are we going to do?
What do you mean?
We've got to go to the police.
They're going to think it was us.
They're going to look at us as suspects
immediately because he hit Dylan.
They're going to know that it was
out of revenge. That won't happen.
Edward, what's happening to you?
This drug. It's changing you.
Help me.
Please.
Okay. We can take you to a rehab.
We can get you help.
We will get you help, Edward.
No, I mean...
I mean...
You're right.
It has changed me.
I don't know what's going to
happen from one moment to the next.
I don't know what you're trying to say.
I'm saying...
You need to leave.
Please, Eddie.
I'll hurt you if you stay.
What the shit?
What did you give me?
What kind of drug did you give me?
It's you. I knew you'd be back.
What have you got me hooked on?
I told you you'd be capable of anything.
It'll make you free.
What is it?
I can't give away all my secrets, man.
Listen, you son of a bitch.
You're going to tell me right now,
or else you're going to feel
first-hand the side effects of these pills.
It's nothing you'd be familiar with.
It's not even on the market yet.
Hell, it's not even in the streets.
What is it?
It's my very own creation.
I'm in charge of your new life.
What, are you some kind of scientist?
No, but I'm not exactly
what I appear to be either.
What the hell does that mean?
This drug helps your innermost
desires become a reality.
So if you've acted out in any type of way,
it's probably something
already going on inside of you.
You made a monster out of
me, and now I can't stop it.
Maybe the monster's always been in you.
The game is over.
You're alive.
You're awake.
Detective Utterson, how may I help you?
My name is Sarah Hyde.
May I have a few moments of your time?
Please, have a seat.
I'm here to talk about my husband.
What about your husband, Ms. Hyde?
I think my husband may be
responsible for your brother's death.
What makes you say that?
I'm sure you know that my husband
and I lost our son Dylan a few months back.
And your brother John.
Yes. My family and I
are so sorry for your loss.
John was one that
could never be controlled.
He would do whatever he
wanted, whenever he wanted,
and it didn't matter if
anyone got hurt in the process.
Well, I think my husband
Edward may have killed John.
I think he may have murdered your brother.
He's been acting strange
ever since we lost Dylan.
At first I just thought it
was him grieving, but...
I've caught him lying to
me on several occasions,
and now apparently
he's on some kind of drug.
I don't know if that has anything
to do with it, but it must, right?
He's changed, detective. He's
not the same man that I married.
I can look into it, Mrs. Hyde.
But with all due respect,
just because your husband's
behaviors have changed,
and he may or may not be on
drugs, doesn't make him a killer.
I confronted him about it.
He didn't deny it. He
more or less admitted it.
Mrs. Hyde, we believe the person
responsible for my brother's death
is responsible for at least
two other people's deaths.
What?
Others?
Yes. A homeless man
murdered about a week ago,
and a second victim a few days ago.
So if what you're telling me is true,
then your husband is responsible
for the death of at least two other people.
Your husband. Where is he now?
At home, as far as I know.
Mrs. Hyde, I need you to go there,
and I need you to make
sure that he doesn't leave.
No, that's not gonna work.
Why not?
He told me to leave.
He told me that he'd
hurt me if I'd come back.
I'm gonna follow you.
I'll be right behind you.
Thank you.
Mrs. Hyde?
Mrs. Hyde, you home?
Hello? Mrs. Hyde?
Anybody? No. Hello? Mrs. Hyde?
Anybody home?
I'm here, Jack.
Mr. Hyde, why is it so dark in here?
What are you doing here, Jack?
Mrs. Hyde said I could come over anytime.
Mrs. Hyde isn't here right now.
Okay. You know when she'll get back?
Why don't you come in?
We'll wait for her together.
I don't know, Mr. Hyde.
What's there not to know?
It's not creepy in here.
There's nothing to be afraid of.
Why don't you come on in?
I think I'll just wait for her outside.
Damn it, Jack! I said there's
nothing to be afraid of!
Come on!
Jack?
Jack, it's not safe here. I need
you to go home now, okay?
Okay. Why don't you come with me?
No, Jack. Go. Now.
What the hell are you doing, Sarah?
Were you gonna kill him, too?
What are you talking about?
I know what you've been doing, Edward.
This drug, whatever it is
you're on, it's changing you.
It's making you a different
person. You're becoming a monster.
What if this is the way I've always been?
It's not, Eddie. Don't you
remember who you used to be?
Who we used to be?
This is the way I've always been.
This new drug has given me freedom.
You're not a killer, Edward!
Who have you been talking to?
What do you think you know?
I went to the police station.
They told me that the same person that
killed John Utterson also
killed two other people.
You went to the police?
Yeah.
That's too bad.
That's too bad!
[dramatic music]
Mr. Hyde, I'd like to have a word with you.
What can I do for you, officer?
Mr. Hyde, I'm Detective Joanna Utterson.
Well, Mrs. Utterson, I'm sorry that my wife
decided to involve you
in our marital quarrels,
but I assure you, everything's fine here.
You see, that's not what she told me.
Well, believe none of what you
hear and only half of what you see.
You see, your wife seems to think that you
may be responsible for
the death of my brother.
Of course. Mr. Utterson was your brother.
Yes, sir.
Well, officer, I'm sorry for your loss.
You don't seem to be too surprised
that your wife thinks you're a murderer.
Yeah. She dropped that one on me earlier,
accusing me of killing
someone in cold blood.
That's true love right there.
Why would she say that you did if
she didn't have good reason to believe it?
I didn't say she didn't have a good reason.
Your brother killed our son.
He took something away
from me that I will never
get back, and he didn't
even have to pay for it.
So if you think for one second that I care
that your brother's dead,
you're deeply mistaken.
However, it doesn't mean that I did it.
I'm really sorry about the
loss of your son. I truly am.
But if you think for one second that
I'm going to stop looking for the son of a
bitch that killed my brother,
you are deeply mistaken.
Let me tell you what I think happened.
You did your homework. You took your time.
Because if you killed him right away, it
would have been obvious
that you were behind it.
But you waited.
You got a little practice in.
You worked your techniques
until it was just right,
killing a homeless man and a
bartender that nobody would miss.
And then you found out where he lived.
You waited for him.
And then when you had
the chance, you took his life.
And eye for an eye
and all that. Am I right?
So let me tell you, on a scale of one
to dead wrong, may you rest in peace.
You know, at first I was skeptical. But
the more I talk to you, I'm starting to
believe I'm looking at my brother's killer.
Excuse me, Mrs. Detective. But
I've got more important things to do.
So if you're not going to
cuff me, get out of my house.
This isn't over, Hyde.
Oh, you mean there's more? I can't wait.
We'll see you next time.
[coughing]
Hi. This is Sarah Hyde. Dr. Thomas said I
could call for my test
results this morning.
I see.
Um, no, no, I'll make all
the arrangements. Thank you.
Excuse me, Brad Price?
Yes?
I'm Detective Johanna Utterson.
What can I do for you?
I'm here to talk about
former employee Edward Hyde.
Everything okay?
I'm not so sure, Mr. Price, but
I'm afraid I can't go into details.
I hope everything's all right. He's gone
through a lot with this
kid being killed and all.
He's a hell of a defense
attorney. He's a good man.
That good, huh?
Eddie was the best we had.
You know, when he quit, it was just the
result of all the bullshit
he was dealing with.
Pardon my French.
Still holding out hope that
he will come back one day.
You know, he was on his way
to becoming partner at the firm.
What else can you tell me
about Edward before he quit?
Eddie was a great guy. He
loved his family. He loved them.
You know, he's the type of guy that really
appreciated the little things in life.
How so?
Well, you know, he would just sit outside
sometimes and look up
at the sky and the birds.
Really appreciated order in the universe.
You know, if he wanted
things done a certain way, he
would go out and make
sure they were done that way.
He often spoke about
balancing the karmic scales.
I'm sorry. What was that? Karmic?
Yeah, it's just something Eddie mentioned
in one of the last conversations we had,
something about
balancing the karmic scales.
You know, Mr. Price, you
just helped me out a lot.
How so?
I need to go. I'll be in touch.
It was a bad night.
Sarah and I had just
found out that the man that
killed our son was getting
out without any jail time.
And I had no reason to be taking any sort
of drugs, especially not from a stranger.
But, well, there I was driving
down the road, pills in my hand.
I took one.
My mind just went wild.
I couldn't focus on any
one thing for too long.
My mind was on Dylan.
My baby boy.
And getting revenge.
And there was this kind
man, damn homeless man.
He just couldn't take no for an answer.
And there was this bartender.
I never intended on hurting her either.
I just was looking for
the man that killed my son.
But she kept pressuring me to
get her back to some place private.
I don't know, something
inside me just snapped.
I needed to prove a point.
I never intended of any of this happening.
Then, of course, it was John Utterson.
I just let the drug take over.
I swear I never intended
any of this to happen.
Sarah, I'm so sorry that I hurt you.
I love you.
And I just want you to be happy.
And the only way for that
to happen is without me.
My name is Edward Michael Hyde.
This is my confession to the murders of
Dan Carew, Beth White, and John Utterson.
[silence]
What brings you by?
I came by because...
I have something I have to tell you.
What?
What's wrong?
I'm pregnant.
What?
Are you sure?
I'm sure the doctor confirmed it.
Well, that's great.
Babe, this could be our second chance.
Eddie, I...
I don't want to have this baby.
What?
I want an abortion.
Edward, this baby was conceived after you
were already on whatever drug you're on.
I don't want to take the risk that...
Risk?
What risk?
I'm the one that's on the pills,
not you. The baby will be fine.
I just don't want it to be a...
A monster.
Like me.
I'm sorry.
I... I can't have this baby.
I mean...
I don't understand. This...
This is our shot.
I mean, a second chance.
It's...
All that's left of us.
It's all that's left of Dylan.
It could be Dylan's little brother
or sister that he always wanted.
How could you get rid of that?
I'm not having this baby, Eddie.
I just wanted you to know.
That's too bad.
That's too bad!
You're gonna kill this baby?
I'm gonna take you with it.
Freeze!
Well, if it isn't Virginia's
most average...
Breaking into my house now, detective?
I'm taking you in. You're under arrest.
You haven't got proof of anything?
Oh yeah, I got your wife knocked
out on the floor. You're coming with me.
I'm good.
You have no choice. It's time we
start balancing those karmic scales.
[footsteps]
Why are we here?
You know why.
No, I don't know why. It's because
I got into a fight with my wife.
Which, by the way, she's still back there
laying on the floor.
You just left her there.
I know you did it.
I don't know what you're
talking about. Listen, detective.
I know you're upset, but you're
not in your right state of mind.
I gotta get back to my wife.
My brother was my hero. You know that?
When he was a little boy,
he wanted to be a TV star.
All he wanted was to get his life back
together after this accident with your son.
You were here. He was here.
And you went right up
and attacked him, man.
I want to hear you say it.
I want to hear you say it.
I'm sorry.
You're sorry? I need to
know what you're sorry about.
Tell me what you did. I need
to know what you did. Say it.
You think you can get away with this?
You think you can go around taking people's
lives and not have to pay the price for it?
No. No! I made a confession tape.
I was gonna kill myself before Sarah
got there. Told me she was pregnant.
And now I've got something to live for.
Let's go. Let's get out of
here. Let's go to the police.
This isn't what you want.
Not this. Not here. Not now.
How do you know what I want?
Because it's what I want. I want the
same thing. I want this all to be over.
I'm having trouble wrapping my head around
all of this. Around
everything that's happened.
You killed my brother. You sliced his
neck right open without batting an eye.
You took his life.
I have no problem telling
them that you threatened me.
I'll put you down right
here. An eye for an eye, right?
Balancing the karmic
scales. Ordering the universe.
I needed help. I started
taking these pills. And I found
out where your brother lived.
After I met that bartender.
Beth White. Another person you killed.
I waited for about 15
minutes. Until he got there.
And then I got out of
my car and I followed him.
Can I help you?
-Yes you can.
Oh my God. I know who
you are. You're Hyde. I was
wondering when you or your
wife would come and find me.
I can't tell you how sorry I am. I've
never met for any of this to happen.
I didn't see your son until it was already
too late. If there's
anything I can do to...
He just laid there and died.
You killed him. You left him there to
die like he was a piece of trash. Like he
didn't mean anything. Just like
you did all those other people.
I know you want closure.
Don't say that word to me.
That word doesn't exist. Do
you even know what closure
is? Don't say that word to me.
Don't say I don't know anything about
closure. You know
what closure is? It's being
able to come home and talk to your son
about his day. About his first girlfriend.
Closure is about kissing him good night.
Telling him that he means the world to
you. I will never get that kind of closure.
Because your brother took that
away from me. That word's a myth.
Well, if that word is a myth, then there's
nothing left to do here. So let's go to
the police station. Let's get out of here.
No. There's one more thing I need to hear.
I've told you everything. What
more do you want from me?
Three words. Just three
words. You know what they are. I
need to hear you say it. I
need to hear you say it. Tell me.
I did it. I killed the homeless man. I
killed the bartender.
I killed your brother.
You got it. It's my confession.
You got what you wanted.
Now come on. Let's get out
of here and go to the police.
I don't feel anything. I don't feel
a damn thing. Nothing's changed.
I wish there was something more that I
could do to help. But there isn't. The only
thing left for me to do is to go to jail.
Go to court. Lead guilty. Serve my time.
So come on. Let's get out of here.
You shut your mouth. We're not done here,
man. Not at all. So why are you afraid of
dying now? Huh? What's
different? What's changed?
I have another child on the way. That's
what's different. Does my confession help
you at all? I mean, if there
isn't any closure, and closure's
a myth, then what are we doing
here? What do you want from me?
I want you dead. That's what I want.
Oh.
Dad. Dad.
Dylan?
-It's okay Dad.
It's okay Dad. You can come home now.
Dad Come home.
Excuse me, sir. This is
a crime scene. I'm gonna
have to ask you to leave.
- I knew a victim -Really?
Then we'll need to get a statement.
- That's fine.
Can I ask your name?
Sir.
Your name, what is it?
- I'm Jekyll. Henry Jekyll.
[MUSIC]
Hey, Mr. Hyde.
Hey, Jack.
How are you?
How's school?
Good.
Hey, Mr. Hyde.
What do you think
happened to all the dinosaurs?
Dinosaurs?
Yeah.
In school today, we
learned about dinosaurs.
But I don't know what happened to them.
I don't know, Jack.
I mean, wasn't there a Jurassic
movie or something like that
where they were all running around?
Yeah, but the dinosaurs
are alive in that movie.
Wait, does that mean dinosaurs
are still alive somewhere?
Goodbye, Jack.
Mr. Hyde, do you think Dylan
could come out and skate?
Let me see what's going
on when I get inside,
and I'll send him your way.
Thanks, Mr. Hyde.
Hey, babe.
Hi.
Your mom called today.
She went on another one of those rants
about how nervous she
is with us living out here,
afraid that something's going to happen.
Again?
I think it's because you don't call her.
If you talk to her more, she
probably wouldn't bother us as much.
That's exactly why I don't call her.
She's always asking,
"Why don't you move back?
How can you live in
a city full of such sin?"
I can only take so much.
You OK?
Court today, the Banning case.
Yeah?
29 minutes, the jury deliberated.
Not even a full half hour.
Oh, babe, I'm sorry.
But, I mean, really,
what were you expecting?
The guy was guilty.
There wasn't a jury in town
that was going to set him free.
Except for one.
What?
Not guilty, baby.
What? You didn't?
29 minutes, my jury.
Edward, I'm so proud of you.
And there's more.
Yeah?
Uh-huh.
There was talks about maybe
making me partner in the firm.
No way.
Oh, Eddie, do you know what this means?
I don't mean it means I'm
going to be working a lot more,
but I'll also be able to
bring a lot more to the family.
So I can finally get that new
kitchen I've been wanting?
Yeah.
Anything you want.
Mmm, I hate to ruin the moment, but...
What's wrong?
You need to talk to your son.
My son?
Jeez.
What did he do now?
He got caught with weed in school.
Shit.
They were going to expel him
until I talked to the principal.
They reduced his punishment to
two weeks out of school suspension.
But he's on very thin ice, Edward.
Oh, boy.
I don't know how much
more I can take of this.
I mean, at first it was the fighting,
then stealing stuff from other kids,
and now this?
Alright.
Where is he? I'll talk to him.
Can we talk?
Go ahead.
Didn't you turn that off and
listen to me for a minute?
I already know what this is about.
Is that so?
Mom told me she was going to
send you in here and talk to me.
This is about what
happened at school, right?
Pot. Dylan. Really?
Dad, I'm sorry.
Spare me the bullshit.
Pot is for losers. It fries your brain.
I know. I know. You
told me all of this before.
Well, then don't put me in the position
where I have to tell you again, Dylan.
And I guess I don't have to tell
you that pot will land your ass in jail.
And I guess I don't have to
tell you that pot will ruin your life.
But what I can tell you is, is if I
ever hear about you doing this again,
it'll be the last thing you do for a
very long time. You understand me?
Yeah. I got it.
Okay.
Wait. I'm not punished or anything?
No. Not this time.
Did Mom tell you about
the cabin this weekend?
Cabin?
Yeah. We're all going like we used to.
She didn't say anything to me
about it. I'll get with her on it.
Are you coming to my game tomorrow?
Game? What time?
3.30.
I'll be there.
Cool.
Love you.
You too.
Good night. Good night.
Did you talk to him?
I did.
And? And he says we're going
to the cabin this weekend?
I was going to tell you,
but when you came home
from work after
everything at court, I forgot.
So we're rewarding him for being a pothead?
It's not a reward, Edward.
What? You mean we're going on a trip the
same week that he gets busted in school?
You don't call that a reward?
He's hardly a pothead.
We're not rewarding him, Sarah.
We're not.
Well then what do you call it?
I call it taking some time out of our
lives to spend some family time together.
Much needed family time.
Maybe if we spent more time with
him, he wouldn't be acting out so much.
Don't. Don't do that. Don't blame me.
Don't make me out to be the bad guy.
I'm not blaming you. I'm not
making you out to be anything.
I'm just as much to blame
as you are. I said we, not you.
You're not. Not you. You're
gone all day. I'm gone all day.
And even when we are
home, we're both still working.
He's a kid, Eddie.
Kids do these things.
We just have to make sure
he doesn't keep doing them.
Help him stay on the right path.
Sing me a song?
[ "I Will Feel A Glue" plays ]
Someday, when I'm awfully low,
And the world is cold,
I will feel a glow just thinking of you.
And the way you look tonight.
[ Indistinct shouting ]
[ Applause ]
Come on, Dylan! You got this!
Yeah!
[ Indistinct shouting ]
[ Applause ]
Hey, Brad, come on in.
What's up, Eddie?
Just when you think there's
no more left in the universe,
there's order staring you
straight back in the face.
Okay.
What can I do for you, Brad?
I just need you to sign these.
Alright.
So, what's all this going on about
bringing order in the universe?
Well, I was going over some documents,
and I came across this
survey that says that
our insurer spent over
$300,000 on some new field data.
Who is the ideal employee?
Who dies? How and when?
You know what it said?
It said that people with children
live longer than people without.
People with two live
longer than people with one.
Smoking is bad.
Drinking is bad.
Speeding is bad.
Divorce is bad.
The drugs are bad.
You know, it's kind of nice to
see that all that junk's still there.
It's kind of the simplicity of it all.
Well, you have the perfect family.
Yeah. Yeah.
And I was supposed to be in my
son's baseball game 45 minutes ago.
You better get going.
Thanks, Brad.
No problem.
Are you lost?
Can you get lost?
Take a look at yourself.
Are you happy with what you see?
Dude, I don't have time for this.
I'm late for my son's baseball game.
Who the hell are you
approaching me like this?
I know who I am, but the
same cannot be said about you.
Introspection is the key.
Take a look.
Look, man, get out of
here before I call the cops.
[piano music]
Go left. Go left.
I am.
Go left.
How do I go left?
Use that button.
What?
I'm using that button.
The other that button.
I thought we had these guys.
Dylan.
What do you mean they found a hair?
You can't do that.
I just did.
Ha.
Do you mean to tell me that they
broke in after the initial investigation?
No. After it was already
taped off and they found a hair?
What?
For all we know, you could
have dropped it in there, Brad.
Why don't you just kill me now?
Die, you sucker.
Would everybody just shut up?
I'm sorry.
Come on, Dylan.
[footsteps]
I never should have come here.
You haven't been here for six years.
Even though your family
always asks you to come.
I've been a little bit busy, Sarah.
You promised Dylan some real time here.
I didn't promise anything.
You're the one that set this up.
And I just got here, remember?
You haven't even looked at him
except to summon him or yell at him.
That's not true.
How many more broken promises, Edward?
It's Brad.
I've got to take this.
I've got to fix this.
No.
You've got to fix your family first.
Brad?
What the hell did you just do?
Your son loves you.
He wants your advice.
He wants your attention.
He wants to do stuff, like play
video games and baseball with you.
How long do you think that lasts?
He's 16.
Pretty soon, Dylan probably won't
even want you to come to his games.
We have a few special years with our son,
where he's the one that wants us around.
After that, you're going
to be running after him,
begging him for a bit of attention.
A few years, Eddie.
Then it's gone.
You're not being smart.
You're missing it.
If this is what being a
partner in the firm is like.
Then I don't want it.
I'm sorry, Dylan.
It's fine.
No, it's not.
I raised my voice at you.
You didn't deserve that.
It's fine. I get it.
I missed your game the other day.
You sent Jim to record it for you.
Yeah, but I should have been there.
I said it's fine.
Hey, look at me.
I've just had a lot of stuff
going on with work lately.
Becoming partner and everything,
I'm just trying to give you
and your mother a good life.
We already have a good
life, Dad. We just need you.
I love you.
Love you too.
I promise.
Next year, I'm coming to like six games.
Okay.
I mean it. My word is my bond.
So you gonna show me how to beat
this stupid video game thing or what?
Okay.
Come on.
You awake?
Hmm?
Do you think we'll ever have another child?
You want to have another baby?
I've been thinking about it.
I mean, do you think
we can even do that right
now with everything we
got going on with Dylan?
Well, you'll be partner, right?
I mean, you'll be making enough money then.
You still want me to be partner?
I want you to do what's
best for this family.
Yeah.
You think it's a bad idea?
No. I don't think it's a bad idea.
It would be great to have another kid.
And it would be good for Dylan.
Having a little extra responsibility
with a brother or sister running around.
But that's not the only reason you'd
want to have another child, right?
No. I'm just saying it's a nice
little bonus that goes with it.
I shouldn't have brought it up.
Why?
Because I can tell you're not
as into it as me. And that's okay.
You give any thought about
what I told you the other day?
You're not the first person I
wanted to see this morning.
Why don't you go peddle
your drugs elsewhere?
Because I can see it in you.
You need to listen to me.
Man, you can't stand
out here selling drugs.
Look, I'll call the cops.
This will only help you. It won't hurt you.
Can you even fathom the
control that I can give to you?
Take control of your destiny.
I call it "gray".
Gray? Sounds fun. But
look, I'm really not interested.
What if I told you I'd give
you the first bottle for free?
You don't have to pay
me a dime. And if you like
the way it makes you feel,
we can talk business later.
I don't think so.
You can't think of it
as a drug. It'll relax you.
It'll help you focus on the things
that matter within this world.
Look, if I take the drugs from
you, will you leave me alone?
You'll never see me again.
Unless you come looking for me.
Fine.
Warning, though. Never take more than one
a day. There could be severe consequences.
Thanks. I know where
to find you if I need you.
Sure do.
[phone vibrates]
[phone vibrates] [phone vibrates]
Hey, babe. I'm at work. What's up?
What?
[music]
[music]
We're here today to
commemorate the life of Dylan.
And hopefully he will be with our
Lord today before we leave this spot.
[music]
How are you holding up, Eddie?
I'm fine. Thanks. I'm
surprised to see you back so
soon. You know, you
could have taken a little bit
more time. I think everybody
would have understood.
I'm fine. Thanks.
What about the person driving
the car? He's going to jail, right?
No. I mean, we have
to wait for the court date.
But come on, Brad. I
mean, we do this every day.
I mean, it was my kid
who was in the street not
paying attention. He was
just going around the corner.
But you said he was speeding,
right? That's got to help your case.
Doubtful. I mean, he might
get a couple of years for
vehicular manslaughter. Then
after parole a year, tops. If that.
Better man than me. If it
were me. I'd do everything
in my power to get revenge
on that son of a bitch.
What would revenge solve?
Remember, order in the universe. You've
got to balance the karmic scales. Plus,
you're the lawyer. You have
the advantage in that, right?
I'm not representing us.
What? Why not?
I'm not representing Sarah and I. I can't.
I understand, man. I
mean, just take it easy. If you
feel like you're getting
overwhelmed, just reach out.
Thanks, man.
It might rain tomorrow.
What?
Rain. Tomorrow. It might.
Oh.
Really? You're not even
going to rinse that first?
What's the point of having a dishwasher
if you have to wash it by hand first?
Just give it to me.
No. No. I got it.
Happy?
Ass.
His birthday's coming up. I thought we
could invite some
people over, have a little
celebration. Kind of a
celebration of his life, you know?
That's a stupid idea.
What?
You heard me. It's a stupid
idea. I'm not having a party.
Why? Why not?
He's dead. Our son is dead.
Dylan is dead. And no amount
of party or people or anything
is going to bring him back.
How dare you? At least I'm trying to keep
our son's memory alive.
What do you do all day?
Get up, go to work, come
home, and then when
you are here, you walk
around like a damn zombie.
God, Eddie, I know you're
hurting. I'm hurting too. But
you're shutting everyone and
everything out. It's not healthy.
Brad called me today. He says he doesn't
think you're ready to go back to work.
Oh, so now you talk about me to my friends
behind my back? I'm sorry that I can't
just get over our son's death in
five seconds like you evidently can.
I'm not having a birthday
party, Sarah. Especially
since it hasn't even been a
month since he's been killed.
You ask how dare I? How dare you? I mean,
what do you do around here all day? You
sit on your ass watching TV, not
paying attention to the world around you?
It's just like you weren't paying
attention the day our boy was killed.
Excuse me?
You fucking heard me. Maybe if you were
doing your job as a mother, our son would
still be alive to celebrate his birthday.
Get out! Get out!
Hey, mister. Give me a dollar.
Mister, how about it? One dollar?
What? Are you deaf?
You don't speak English?
You want me to give you a dollar?
That's what I said, isn't it?
What are you gonna do
with a dollar? It's not even
enough to buy a pack of
cigarettes. Let alone a beer.
No. No, it's not. But I figure
if I could get a dollar from at
least everybody that I come
in contact with, then I'd be set.
You people make me sick.
I'm sorry?
When you stand out here,
begging for money, and all you
really gotta do is wake up
in the morning, get a job.
You're just like the rest of America.
You know, it's people like you that
take the order out of the universe.
You know what? My bad.
I'm sorry. Never mind.
You're crazy.
I'm not crazy.
I'm sorry I bothered you.
I'm not.
Come on, you psycho.
You awake?
Morning.
You get in late last night? I
didn't even feel you get in bed.
Yeah. It was pretty late.
Listen, Eddie. I'm sorry.
I don't want to fight.
I'm sorry about last
night. I made you coffee.
I'm sorry, too.
Drink up.
So, where'd you wind up going?
I just drove around.
No place special.
I was so mad at you.
Then I realized you're hurting, too.
And I can't be mad at you for that.
You've been so strong
trying to be there for me
that you haven't really
had time to grieve yourself.
I want you to know it's okay.
You can talk to me about
whatever you're feeling.
Where are you going?
Gotta get ready for work.
Thanks for the coffee.
Who is he?
His name is Dan Carew.
Been living off the streets
for the last five years.
I really don't think he
has any family or friends.
So we got a dead guy
nobody's really gonna miss.
You know what that usually tells me?
What's that?
This wasn't personal. I'm sorry. This
wasn't revenge or anything like that.
This was purely for fun.
You think some stranger
killed this guy for fun?
There was definitely some sort of struggle.
But what reason would anyone
have to kill a homeless guy?
I really don't know. I'm
betting this was some teenage
kid. Or some guy that
did this on a dare. I'm not
sure. I'm not sure. I'm just some teenage
kid. Or some guy that did this on a dare.
Gang initiation maybe?
Probably thought he could get
away with offing a homeless man.
We'll get him though.
You see that bar over there?
And that gas station?
I want to know if either of
them have security cameras.
If they do, I want to see the tapes.
Yes ma'am.
Come in.
Hi Mrs. Hyde.
Oh hey Jack.
How are you?
I'm good.
I just wanted to stop by to see if
you needed anything from the store.
I'm on my way there now.
Oh, that's sweet.
- But no, I think I'm good. Thanks.
- Okay.
Mrs. Hyde?
Yeah Jack?
I'm really sorry about Dylan.
I miss him too.
You know what Jack?
You can come over any time, okay?
Okay.
Bye.
See ya Jack.
[Music]
You've been at it for hours.
How do you keep going?
You know what I think it is?
Alright, don't freak out.
I went to the doctor and he gave
me this new prescription, right?
And I mean it's kind of
like an antidepressant.
It sort of helps me.
Man, ever since I've been
taking it, I felt rejuvenated.
I mean refreshed.
It's like it broke me down and
built me back up, you know?
It brought me new life.
A new prescription?
Why didn't I know about this?
I didn't want you to
know I was hurting, alright?
And the doctor gave me this prescription.
I'm telling you.
You should take them.
I don't know.
I mean come on, it's a life changer.
I don't need to be on antidepressants.
And if I do, I'll go and see my doctor.
You're missing out.
I feel great.
I mean these pills do more than just
take me out of the depths of depression.
I mean, I feel like I can do things
that I never had the guts to do.
It's got me with this
energy within, you know?
I feel invincible.
I'm telling you, you're missing out.
I've got a new appreciation for life.
(phone rings)
Hello?
What?
No.
The hell?
What? What is it?
John Utterson.
He got out.
What?
The jury came back. There was an acquittal.
He got out.
The man that killed our son just got out.
No. No.
I'm going to call the lawyer.
Edward, where are you going?
Out.
Edward, we need to talk about this.
(music)
You look like a guy who's
got a lot on his mind.
You have no idea.
You want another?
Yes, please.
(music)
I'm looking for someone.
I heard he comes in here a lot.
Maybe you could help me.
I don't make it a habit to
know everyone's business.
Let's just say this guy owes me, and I'd
be very grateful if you could help me out.
Grateful, huh? What's in it for me?
Depends on what you want.
I get off at 11. Maybe we
could talk someplace quieter.
What are you looking for?
What's he done to get
a guy like you after him?
He took something from
me that I can't get back.
Well, maybe I can help, but it'll cost you.
I'm sure we could work something out.
So the guy you're looking
for? It's John Utterson, right?
Yeah. How'd you know?
It's not that big of a town.
Your family's been all over
the news since your son died.
I am sorry for your loss.
Thank you.
John's been laying low. Word
is his friends are protecting him.
But I know a guy who can get you to him.
Guy's name is Tom. You got your phone?
I'll give you his number.
You just tell him you talked to Beth.
(music)
What? No, thank you. What's wrong?
You know too much.
Excuse me?
So you know too much.
(music)
[Struggling]
(music)
You were out late.
Where'd you go?
Damn it, Edward. Will you talk to me?
What do you want me to say?
I know you're lying.
I know Dr. Stevens didn't
prescribe you any new drug.
I called him last night
when you didn't come home.
Are you on something,
Edward? Are you taking drugs?
What makes you say that?
You're changing, Edward.
Everything about you is changing.
You look bad. You even smell bad.
And it's getting worse.
Never been much of a hygiene freak.
You know, if you're so
concerned about this drug I'm on,
why don't you take one with me?
What? Are you insane? Absolutely not.
Come on. I mean, you say I'm changing.
I say I'm changing for the better.
You could be that way too.
We could be partners. The dynamic duo.
No, Edward.
Come on.
I'm not doing it.
You know, you're just jealous. I'm not
doing it. You know, you're just jealous.
I'm changing for the
better. I'm alive and free.
Meanwhile, you're sitting here
sobbing day in and day out about Dylan.
And I'm moving on to bigger
and better things in my life.
How dare you? What is happening to you?
You're still mourning Dylan too.
Don't you tell me that you're not.
How dare you? Who are you to
accuse me of mourning over our son?
A son that wanted nothing
more than to be close with his dad.
You were his hero, Eddie,
and you never had time for him.
He made promise after promise after
promise, and all you did was break them,
and all you did his entire life.
Do you know who I am?
I'm your husband.
I'm Mr. Edward Hyde.
I'm someone you should
never talk to like that again.
Hey, Chief.
It's not another one.
Beth White.
Bartender.
Wait, her throat was cut too?
What does this really mean?
I don't know, Officer, but we'll find out.
Can I help you?
What?
What?
I'm really sorry, Detective.
My brother and I were
never really that close.
He was always getting into
some sort of trouble or another.
I never thought that... he hit a
kid with his car a couple months ago.
This has got to be related.
It's alright. We got this. You can go home.
Officer.
We found a note in his jacket.
The karmic scales have been balanced.
Order has been restored in the universe.
[music]
47-year-old John
Utterson was found brutally
murdered outside of
his apartment last night.
It is believed Utterson was on his way home
when his attacker
approached in a struggling suit.
Utterson himself went under fire in recent
months when he was charged
with vehicular manslaughter
after he struck and killed a
16-year-old boy, Dylan Hyde.
He was later acquitted at trial.
Utterson's sister,
Johanna Utterson, was the
homicide detective who was
the first responder at the scene.
Back to you, Scott.
Oh my God, Edward.
You did it, didn't you?
You killed that Utterson guy.
He killed our son.
Oh my God. Edward, what are we going to do?
What do you mean?
We've got to go to the police.
They're going to think it was us.
They're going to look at us as suspects
immediately because he hit Dylan.
They're going to know that it was
out of revenge. That won't happen.
Edward, what's happening to you?
This drug. It's changing you.
Help me.
Please.
Okay. We can take you to a rehab.
We can get you help.
We will get you help, Edward.
No, I mean...
I mean...
You're right.
It has changed me.
I don't know what's going to
happen from one moment to the next.
I don't know what you're trying to say.
I'm saying...
You need to leave.
Please, Eddie.
I'll hurt you if you stay.
What the shit?
What did you give me?
What kind of drug did you give me?
It's you. I knew you'd be back.
What have you got me hooked on?
I told you you'd be capable of anything.
It'll make you free.
What is it?
I can't give away all my secrets, man.
Listen, you son of a bitch.
You're going to tell me right now,
or else you're going to feel
first-hand the side effects of these pills.
It's nothing you'd be familiar with.
It's not even on the market yet.
Hell, it's not even in the streets.
What is it?
It's my very own creation.
I'm in charge of your new life.
What, are you some kind of scientist?
No, but I'm not exactly
what I appear to be either.
What the hell does that mean?
This drug helps your innermost
desires become a reality.
So if you've acted out in any type of way,
it's probably something
already going on inside of you.
You made a monster out of
me, and now I can't stop it.
Maybe the monster's always been in you.
The game is over.
You're alive.
You're awake.
Detective Utterson, how may I help you?
My name is Sarah Hyde.
May I have a few moments of your time?
Please, have a seat.
I'm here to talk about my husband.
What about your husband, Ms. Hyde?
I think my husband may be
responsible for your brother's death.
What makes you say that?
I'm sure you know that my husband
and I lost our son Dylan a few months back.
And your brother John.
Yes. My family and I
are so sorry for your loss.
John was one that
could never be controlled.
He would do whatever he
wanted, whenever he wanted,
and it didn't matter if
anyone got hurt in the process.
Well, I think my husband
Edward may have killed John.
I think he may have murdered your brother.
He's been acting strange
ever since we lost Dylan.
At first I just thought it
was him grieving, but...
I've caught him lying to
me on several occasions,
and now apparently
he's on some kind of drug.
I don't know if that has anything
to do with it, but it must, right?
He's changed, detective. He's
not the same man that I married.
I can look into it, Mrs. Hyde.
But with all due respect,
just because your husband's
behaviors have changed,
and he may or may not be on
drugs, doesn't make him a killer.
I confronted him about it.
He didn't deny it. He
more or less admitted it.
Mrs. Hyde, we believe the person
responsible for my brother's death
is responsible for at least
two other people's deaths.
What?
Others?
Yes. A homeless man
murdered about a week ago,
and a second victim a few days ago.
So if what you're telling me is true,
then your husband is responsible
for the death of at least two other people.
Your husband. Where is he now?
At home, as far as I know.
Mrs. Hyde, I need you to go there,
and I need you to make
sure that he doesn't leave.
No, that's not gonna work.
Why not?
He told me to leave.
He told me that he'd
hurt me if I'd come back.
I'm gonna follow you.
I'll be right behind you.
Thank you.
Mrs. Hyde?
Mrs. Hyde, you home?
Hello? Mrs. Hyde?
Anybody? No. Hello? Mrs. Hyde?
Anybody home?
I'm here, Jack.
Mr. Hyde, why is it so dark in here?
What are you doing here, Jack?
Mrs. Hyde said I could come over anytime.
Mrs. Hyde isn't here right now.
Okay. You know when she'll get back?
Why don't you come in?
We'll wait for her together.
I don't know, Mr. Hyde.
What's there not to know?
It's not creepy in here.
There's nothing to be afraid of.
Why don't you come on in?
I think I'll just wait for her outside.
Damn it, Jack! I said there's
nothing to be afraid of!
Come on!
Jack?
Jack, it's not safe here. I need
you to go home now, okay?
Okay. Why don't you come with me?
No, Jack. Go. Now.
What the hell are you doing, Sarah?
Were you gonna kill him, too?
What are you talking about?
I know what you've been doing, Edward.
This drug, whatever it is
you're on, it's changing you.
It's making you a different
person. You're becoming a monster.
What if this is the way I've always been?
It's not, Eddie. Don't you
remember who you used to be?
Who we used to be?
This is the way I've always been.
This new drug has given me freedom.
You're not a killer, Edward!
Who have you been talking to?
What do you think you know?
I went to the police station.
They told me that the same person that
killed John Utterson also
killed two other people.
You went to the police?
Yeah.
That's too bad.
That's too bad!
[dramatic music]
Mr. Hyde, I'd like to have a word with you.
What can I do for you, officer?
Mr. Hyde, I'm Detective Joanna Utterson.
Well, Mrs. Utterson, I'm sorry that my wife
decided to involve you
in our marital quarrels,
but I assure you, everything's fine here.
You see, that's not what she told me.
Well, believe none of what you
hear and only half of what you see.
You see, your wife seems to think that you
may be responsible for
the death of my brother.
Of course. Mr. Utterson was your brother.
Yes, sir.
Well, officer, I'm sorry for your loss.
You don't seem to be too surprised
that your wife thinks you're a murderer.
Yeah. She dropped that one on me earlier,
accusing me of killing
someone in cold blood.
That's true love right there.
Why would she say that you did if
she didn't have good reason to believe it?
I didn't say she didn't have a good reason.
Your brother killed our son.
He took something away
from me that I will never
get back, and he didn't
even have to pay for it.
So if you think for one second that I care
that your brother's dead,
you're deeply mistaken.
However, it doesn't mean that I did it.
I'm really sorry about the
loss of your son. I truly am.
But if you think for one second that
I'm going to stop looking for the son of a
bitch that killed my brother,
you are deeply mistaken.
Let me tell you what I think happened.
You did your homework. You took your time.
Because if you killed him right away, it
would have been obvious
that you were behind it.
But you waited.
You got a little practice in.
You worked your techniques
until it was just right,
killing a homeless man and a
bartender that nobody would miss.
And then you found out where he lived.
You waited for him.
And then when you had
the chance, you took his life.
And eye for an eye
and all that. Am I right?
So let me tell you, on a scale of one
to dead wrong, may you rest in peace.
You know, at first I was skeptical. But
the more I talk to you, I'm starting to
believe I'm looking at my brother's killer.
Excuse me, Mrs. Detective. But
I've got more important things to do.
So if you're not going to
cuff me, get out of my house.
This isn't over, Hyde.
Oh, you mean there's more? I can't wait.
We'll see you next time.
[coughing]
Hi. This is Sarah Hyde. Dr. Thomas said I
could call for my test
results this morning.
I see.
Um, no, no, I'll make all
the arrangements. Thank you.
Excuse me, Brad Price?
Yes?
I'm Detective Johanna Utterson.
What can I do for you?
I'm here to talk about
former employee Edward Hyde.
Everything okay?
I'm not so sure, Mr. Price, but
I'm afraid I can't go into details.
I hope everything's all right. He's gone
through a lot with this
kid being killed and all.
He's a hell of a defense
attorney. He's a good man.
That good, huh?
Eddie was the best we had.
You know, when he quit, it was just the
result of all the bullshit
he was dealing with.
Pardon my French.
Still holding out hope that
he will come back one day.
You know, he was on his way
to becoming partner at the firm.
What else can you tell me
about Edward before he quit?
Eddie was a great guy. He
loved his family. He loved them.
You know, he's the type of guy that really
appreciated the little things in life.
How so?
Well, you know, he would just sit outside
sometimes and look up
at the sky and the birds.
Really appreciated order in the universe.
You know, if he wanted
things done a certain way, he
would go out and make
sure they were done that way.
He often spoke about
balancing the karmic scales.
I'm sorry. What was that? Karmic?
Yeah, it's just something Eddie mentioned
in one of the last conversations we had,
something about
balancing the karmic scales.
You know, Mr. Price, you
just helped me out a lot.
How so?
I need to go. I'll be in touch.
It was a bad night.
Sarah and I had just
found out that the man that
killed our son was getting
out without any jail time.
And I had no reason to be taking any sort
of drugs, especially not from a stranger.
But, well, there I was driving
down the road, pills in my hand.
I took one.
My mind just went wild.
I couldn't focus on any
one thing for too long.
My mind was on Dylan.
My baby boy.
And getting revenge.
And there was this kind
man, damn homeless man.
He just couldn't take no for an answer.
And there was this bartender.
I never intended on hurting her either.
I just was looking for
the man that killed my son.
But she kept pressuring me to
get her back to some place private.
I don't know, something
inside me just snapped.
I needed to prove a point.
I never intended of any of this happening.
Then, of course, it was John Utterson.
I just let the drug take over.
I swear I never intended
any of this to happen.
Sarah, I'm so sorry that I hurt you.
I love you.
And I just want you to be happy.
And the only way for that
to happen is without me.
My name is Edward Michael Hyde.
This is my confession to the murders of
Dan Carew, Beth White, and John Utterson.
[silence]
What brings you by?
I came by because...
I have something I have to tell you.
What?
What's wrong?
I'm pregnant.
What?
Are you sure?
I'm sure the doctor confirmed it.
Well, that's great.
Babe, this could be our second chance.
Eddie, I...
I don't want to have this baby.
What?
I want an abortion.
Edward, this baby was conceived after you
were already on whatever drug you're on.
I don't want to take the risk that...
Risk?
What risk?
I'm the one that's on the pills,
not you. The baby will be fine.
I just don't want it to be a...
A monster.
Like me.
I'm sorry.
I... I can't have this baby.
I mean...
I don't understand. This...
This is our shot.
I mean, a second chance.
It's...
All that's left of us.
It's all that's left of Dylan.
It could be Dylan's little brother
or sister that he always wanted.
How could you get rid of that?
I'm not having this baby, Eddie.
I just wanted you to know.
That's too bad.
That's too bad!
You're gonna kill this baby?
I'm gonna take you with it.
Freeze!
Well, if it isn't Virginia's
most average...
Breaking into my house now, detective?
I'm taking you in. You're under arrest.
You haven't got proof of anything?
Oh yeah, I got your wife knocked
out on the floor. You're coming with me.
I'm good.
You have no choice. It's time we
start balancing those karmic scales.
[footsteps]
Why are we here?
You know why.
No, I don't know why. It's because
I got into a fight with my wife.
Which, by the way, she's still back there
laying on the floor.
You just left her there.
I know you did it.
I don't know what you're
talking about. Listen, detective.
I know you're upset, but you're
not in your right state of mind.
I gotta get back to my wife.
My brother was my hero. You know that?
When he was a little boy,
he wanted to be a TV star.
All he wanted was to get his life back
together after this accident with your son.
You were here. He was here.
And you went right up
and attacked him, man.
I want to hear you say it.
I want to hear you say it.
I'm sorry.
You're sorry? I need to
know what you're sorry about.
Tell me what you did. I need
to know what you did. Say it.
You think you can get away with this?
You think you can go around taking people's
lives and not have to pay the price for it?
No. No! I made a confession tape.
I was gonna kill myself before Sarah
got there. Told me she was pregnant.
And now I've got something to live for.
Let's go. Let's get out of
here. Let's go to the police.
This isn't what you want.
Not this. Not here. Not now.
How do you know what I want?
Because it's what I want. I want the
same thing. I want this all to be over.
I'm having trouble wrapping my head around
all of this. Around
everything that's happened.
You killed my brother. You sliced his
neck right open without batting an eye.
You took his life.
I have no problem telling
them that you threatened me.
I'll put you down right
here. An eye for an eye, right?
Balancing the karmic
scales. Ordering the universe.
I needed help. I started
taking these pills. And I found
out where your brother lived.
After I met that bartender.
Beth White. Another person you killed.
I waited for about 15
minutes. Until he got there.
And then I got out of
my car and I followed him.
Can I help you?
-Yes you can.
Oh my God. I know who
you are. You're Hyde. I was
wondering when you or your
wife would come and find me.
I can't tell you how sorry I am. I've
never met for any of this to happen.
I didn't see your son until it was already
too late. If there's
anything I can do to...
He just laid there and died.
You killed him. You left him there to
die like he was a piece of trash. Like he
didn't mean anything. Just like
you did all those other people.
I know you want closure.
Don't say that word to me.
That word doesn't exist. Do
you even know what closure
is? Don't say that word to me.
Don't say I don't know anything about
closure. You know
what closure is? It's being
able to come home and talk to your son
about his day. About his first girlfriend.
Closure is about kissing him good night.
Telling him that he means the world to
you. I will never get that kind of closure.
Because your brother took that
away from me. That word's a myth.
Well, if that word is a myth, then there's
nothing left to do here. So let's go to
the police station. Let's get out of here.
No. There's one more thing I need to hear.
I've told you everything. What
more do you want from me?
Three words. Just three
words. You know what they are. I
need to hear you say it. I
need to hear you say it. Tell me.
I did it. I killed the homeless man. I
killed the bartender.
I killed your brother.
You got it. It's my confession.
You got what you wanted.
Now come on. Let's get out
of here and go to the police.
I don't feel anything. I don't feel
a damn thing. Nothing's changed.
I wish there was something more that I
could do to help. But there isn't. The only
thing left for me to do is to go to jail.
Go to court. Lead guilty. Serve my time.
So come on. Let's get out of here.
You shut your mouth. We're not done here,
man. Not at all. So why are you afraid of
dying now? Huh? What's
different? What's changed?
I have another child on the way. That's
what's different. Does my confession help
you at all? I mean, if there
isn't any closure, and closure's
a myth, then what are we doing
here? What do you want from me?
I want you dead. That's what I want.
Oh.
Dad. Dad.
Dylan?
-It's okay Dad.
It's okay Dad. You can come home now.
Dad Come home.
Excuse me, sir. This is
a crime scene. I'm gonna
have to ask you to leave.
- I knew a victim -Really?
Then we'll need to get a statement.
- That's fine.
Can I ask your name?
Sir.
Your name, what is it?
- I'm Jekyll. Henry Jekyll.