Jekyll and Hyde (2021) Movie Script

[ominous music]
[eerie vocalizing]
[fire crackling]
[clock ticking]
[thunder rumbling]
[Gabriel sighs]
[book cover thuds]
There's no need to
wait up for me, Sarah.
I still have half
a dozen of these
character statements
to write up.
And I suppose it
couldn't possibly wait
until tomorrow morning.
I'm afraid not.
Mr. Enfield will be
coming to collect them
first thing before
his court appearance.
Is he the one accused of-
- Impropriety.
Absolutely absurd.
I've known Richard
for around 15 years.
We play on the same
cricket team on Sundays.
Never have I seen him do
anything improper in my life
and neither have
any of these people.
Who are they all?
Ah, the rest of
the cricket team.
As long as he's paying you
for all these extra hours.
- Well-
- Gabriel!
Oh, he's a friend, Sarah.
I do hope this charitable
concern you're running
one day turns into a
viable law practice.
It will. With its own
premises. I promise.
And strictly
nine to five hours?
You know how too much work
plays havoc with your digestion.
Eight to six.
With half an hour for lunch.
[bright music]
Don't be too
long coming to bed.
Or else I might be asleep.
[door opens]
[stomach gurgling]
[thunder rumbling]
[ominous music]
[Penny humming "London
Bridge Is Falling Down"]
[Lily screaming]
[intense music]
[man grunting]
[cane whacking]
[blood spurting]
[Penny screaming]
[clock ticking]
[fire crackling]
[knocking on door]
[thunder rumbling]
[door opens]
[footsteps tapping]
Sorry I'm so late. Your
maiden wouldn't let me in.
And I'm afraid I was
rather persistent.
It's a pleasure to
see you any time, Henry,
Please, take a seat.
I don't think
we've spoken since-
- Since the funeral.
- Gosh, has it been
- as long as that?
- You did a fine job
dealing with my parents estate.
Well with you having no
siblings or family of your own,
it was really rather
[stomach gurgling]
Still got the old trouble?
[sighs] Sarah tells me
it's from overworking.
Nonsense. It's acid.
I've got a gift from you.
[bag unzips]
My latest publication.
"A Compendium of
Alkaline Preparations
for Soothing of the
Digestive Tract."
preparations, dear boy.
The natural enemy of
excessive stomach acid.
- How does it work?
- Already forgotten
your schoolboy
chemistry, Gabriel?
Alkaline neutralizes acid.
It's like a battle between
good and evil, if you will.
One of the ways in which
nature creates a balance.
Well it's much
appreciated, Henry.
But did you come all
this way into town
in the middle of the night
to give me this book?
Not entirely.
With me becoming the owner
of the entire family estate,
it occurred to me
that perhaps I should
get my own affairs in
order, just in case.
I see.
[suspenseful music]
There's a will.
I should like you to
witness my signature on it
and to hold it until
it becomes pertinent.
Very well.
[pen scratching]
What's this?
"In the event of my demise,
all of my possessions
are to be given
to my friend and
benefactor, Mr. Hyde."
That's correct.
Hyde? I don't think
I've had the pleasure.
"Mr. Hyde will present
himself in a timely manner
to receive set possessions.
Should he fail to do
so, the entire estate
is to be distributed by my
solicitor, Gabrielle Utterson,
in whichever way he sees fit."
That sounds like it could be
quite the undertaking, Henry.
I believe Mr. Hyde
will be most keen
to receive his inheritance.
Hope you don't mind
me asking, Henry,
but we've seen very little
of you since the funeral.
And not just me.
We haven't seen you at any
of the usual gatherings.
I've been busy
working hard on my book.
And other things.
And now this, this Mr. Hyde
is suddenly you're a great
friend and benefactor.
Excuse my curiosity, but
I've never heard of him.
I had hoped, Gabriel,
that as a friend,
you'd simply do as I ask.
Of course, Henry.
And as for your fee?
Oh no. Think nothing of it.
I'm sure this will be
worth its weight in gold.
You're a fine
young man, Gabriel.
I was proud to be
your father's friend.
And I'm proud to be
your friend and client.
You believe in justice.
In righting wrongs.
And so do I.
This is a way of righting
a very great wrong.
That's all you need to know.
Well, you seem to have
lots to be getting on with,
so I'll see myself out.
Well it was a
pleasure to see, Henry.
You too, my friend.
And remember, just do as I've
asked when the time comes.
And make good use of that book.
[footsteps tapping]
[door opens]
[clock ticking]
[fire crackling]
I'm sorry.
I'll charge the next
client. I promise.
[bells chiming]
Mr. Utterson?
[clock ticking]
Mr. Gabriel John Utterson?
[Gabriel sniffing]
[intense music]
Are you or are you not
Gabriel John Utterson,
legal advisor to
Dr. Henry Jekyll?
My name is Inspector Newcombe.
And I'd be very much
obliged if you'd
come along with us, sir.
This is a matter of
life and death, sir.
Has something
happened to Henry?
In a manner of speaking, sir.
[suspenseful music]
[horses clopping]
[horse neighing]
Any change, Constable?
No, sir. He still
won't come out.
Look, please.
Could you just let me
know what's going on?
This is all very nice.
Henry Jekyll's quite
well off, I take it.
Do you happen to know anything
of his whereabouts last night?
I'm rather more
concerned about
where he is right
now, Inspector.
Right now, he's shut
away in his laboratory
and is refusing to come out.
What's more, he claims to have
a pistol trained on the door,
and he's threatening to
shoot anyone who enters.
[suspenseful music]
I've never heard
anything so absurd.
I'd save your reaction, sir,
until you've heard
the worst of it.
I'm sorry to inform you, sir,
we have an eyewitness
who swears blind
they saw Henry Jekyll
commit murder last night.
I'm sorry, Inspector,
but you clearly
have never met Henry Jekyll.
Where is he? In his
laboratory, did you say?
- Yes, it's-
- I know where it is.
Do take care, sir. He
does claim to have a pistol.
Henry Jekyll is
not a murderer.
And I'm quite certain he's
never fired a pistol in his...
[gun fires]
[suspenseful music]
[door opens]
It's Mr. Enfield, isn't it?
Call me Richard.
I'm sure Gabriel
will be back soon.
He was working on
your case all night.
Would you like some
tea while you wait?
Got anything stronger?
Yes, of course.
[clock ticking]
I was sorry to hear about
your trouble, Mr. Enfield.
Not as sorry as I
was, I can tell you.
Haven't been out to show
my face in public for days.
It's terribly inconvenient.
And the cricket
season is almost over.
You don't
understand, Inspector.
Henry Jekyll wasn't
just a client.
He was a family friend.
I've known him all my life.
Kind and generous to a fault.
There is simply no way that man
could have committed murder.
Well, I'm telling
you, Mr. Utterson,
I have a witness
who says otherwise.
And last night's
murder fits exactly
with four other
mysterious disappearances
that have occurred over
the last few weeks.
It may just be that
your family friend
was not only a murderer,
but a serial murderer.
A man doesn't take his
own life for no reason,
but a man who's guilty
of a terrible crime
and he realizes he's
been caught in the act.
Henry could have been a
victim of murder himself.
There was plenty of time
between hearing the gunshot
and me entering the
room for someone
to have placed the
pistol in his hand
and made their escape.
[chuckles] I think
you've been reading
too many detective
novels, Mr. Utterson.
In my experience,
the most obvious conclusion
usually prevails.
Well, perhaps that's
because you failed
to look any further, Inspector.
[footsteps tapping]
The only reason I entered
her room in the first place
was to admire a
particular painting
I've been told
was above the bed.
[clock ticking]
And by the worst
of coincidences,
the maid had chosen
that exact day
to polish the floorboards.
So it was like
skating on the Thames.
And I missed an
appointment at the tailors
to have the waste taken
in on my trousers.
So as bad luck would have it,
down they came, over I went,
and I ended up on the bed.
And when I realized poor
Doris was in the bed as well,
I got the shock of my life.
I tried to explain to her,
but she was hysterical.
You know how women are.
So she screams for her father.
And before I have time
to compose myself,
he bursts in all
red in the face,
accusing me of all sorts.
How terrible it
must have been.
All I know is thank heavens
for decent people
like Gabriel Utterson.
To Gabe.
May he prove himself
to be a better lawyer
than he is a cricketer.
Did he manage to get those
characters statements
- he was telling me about?
- I believe so, yes.
I think they're all
here on the desk.
[upbeat music]
You know, you're not a bad
figure of a woman yourself.
I'm sorry.
No wonder Gabe never
brings you to watch us play.
He'd have a hard
keeping you to himself.
Mr. Enfield.
Still, while the cat's away...
Oh, give me a kiss at least.
I deserve that after putting
up with your husband's
terrible batmanship
all these years.
Mr. Enfield, please.
Oh, call me Richard.
Come on. You're not frigid
like Doris, are you?
Pretty little thing like you?
- I'm warning you.
- Gabe doesn't need to know.
That dope wouldn't
notice if we did it
on a bowling crease in
the middle of a match.
[knee thuds]
- [fist whacks]
- Aw!
I grew up with two
brothers, Mr. Enfield.
I know quite well how to deal
with an overbearing little boy.
Oh my face. What
have you done?
I'm due in court in an hour!
Perhaps I should
come with you.
Explain how it happened.
No, I, I...
Is everything
all right, ma'am.
I don't know. Is everything
all right, Mr. Enfield?
Yes. [clears throat]
Yes. Everything's fine.
I was just leaving.
[upbeat music]
[birds chirping]
I understand this is a
difficult time, Mr. Utterson.
So I'm gonna overlook
you're little outburst
for the time being.
- What's this?
- The constable found it
on the body.
And it's addressed to you.
Now by rights, I ought
to confiscate this
as potential evidence.
An accused man is permitted
private correspondence
with his legal representative.
Our whole system of
justice relies upon it.
And accused man?
He's dead, Mr. Utterson.
But he still stands accused.
Doesn't he?
If there's anything
pertinent to my investigation
in that envelope,
I expect to see it
and you down at Scotland Yard
at your earliest convenience.
[door opens]
Nevermind that now, Hattie.
Gabriel will be back soon.
He'll need a good meal
to settle his stomach
before I tell him
what's happened.
Before I go, ma'am,
there's just one thing.
This week's wages, ma'am.
Oh, yes.
And the week before.
Yes, of course.
[clock ticking]
I'll be sure to have Gabriel
see to it when he gets back.
Thank you, ma'am.
[bells chiming]
[birds chirping]
[door opens]
Should have all this wrapped
up by the end of the week.
Don't you think?
I love an open and shut case.
- But Constable Evans said-
- Leave it be.
- The cause of death.
- Tell me, Constable,
when Sir Robert Peel established
the Metropolitan Police Service,
what was its main purpose?
To solve crimes, sir.
It's the prevention of crimes.
And where are crimes recorded?
In the case book.
So does it not
follow the fewer crimes
recorded in the case book,
the more successful the
Metropolitan Police Service's
been in preventing them?
And the more successful we are,
the more long lunches and
early finishes are overlooked.
Yes, sir, but
the cause of death.
Is suicide.
The last thing I want on
my plate is another murder.
[bells chiming]
[rain pattering]
[clock ticking]
[tense music]
Gabriel, I need to
tell you something.
What is it?
Henry's dead.
What? What happened?
It's, um, it's too
horrible to even think about.
He took his own life.
And that Inspector
Newcombe seems to think
he took five other before it.
Five murders.
How could they think that?
I don't know.
A girl was killed
in town last night.
Someone saw it happen.
But Henry was here last night.
Hattie told me she opened the
door to him almost midnight.
You didn't mention that?
Well, I didn't wanna
make things worse.
Confirming that Henry
was in town so late.
So you didn't tell them?
[Gabriel sighs]
Is that wise?
I don't know.
Gabriel, if you're
caught lying to the police,
then your legal
career will be over
before it's even started.
I didn't lie.
You know what I mean.
What do you mean,
"before it's even started?"
What's that?
They found it on Henry's body.
A letter of some
sort addressed to me.
Aren't you going to open it?
I hardly dare to.
[gentle music]
[clock ticking]
[liquor pouring]
[fire crackling]
Gabriel, you've been staring
at that letter all day.
Will you please
get on and open it?
What's all this?
What does it
say? Read it aloud.
"Dear Gabriel,
The pages herein mark
the sworn confession
[suspenseful music]
of Dr. Henry Jekyll.
It pains me to relate that
I find myself responsible
for the loss of five souls.
I realize this must
come as a shock to you,
Gabriel, my dear friend.
I am therefore writing
this confession
so that you may
know the true cause
of these most terrible events.
[Henry Voiceover] Since
the death of my parents,
I had been consumed
utterly by my work.
It had occurred to me
that whilst the body
must inevitably
break down with age,
the process of decline
is clearly hastened
by the impurities absorbed
as a matter of course
in day to day existence.
The simple acts of eating,
drinking, even breathing,
bring into the body a host of
undesirable chemical elements
and micro-organisms.
If such impurities were the
fuel of decline and decay,
I reason that if they
could be somehow removed,
mixed out, filtered
or burnt away,
one could potentially
produce a tincture so pure,
so free from all
that is destructive,
it might be sufficient to
nourish the sick back to health,
perhaps even from the
very brink of death.
An elixir of life, if you will.
I worked long into the
night and into the morning,
sleeping for an hour and
then returning to my work.
As the elixir grew
clearer and sweeter,
the gathering
filtrate grew darker
and increasingly malodorous;
this in itself
reassuring evidence
that my theory was correct.
How could such a foul
concoction not be harmful
to the the health,
and even spirit?
And so it was, in my haste
to complete the experiment,
I found myself in such
a state of exhaustion
that an idea came to mind,
that a sip from the elixir
might be sufficient
to re-energize me
and allow me to
continue to work.
But such was my lack
of concentration,
I made a fatal error.
I took into my hand
that glass beaker
of the purest
decay and foulness,
and pressed it to my lips.
Before I could stop myself,
the dark matter had
entered my body,
and almost instantly burnt
its way into my very soul.
[suspenseful music]
[clock ticking]
[thunder rumbling]
[fire crackling]
Go easy, Gabriel. Your
stomach will thank you for it.
"From here on, my
account must of necessity
be of a brief and
imprecise nature.
I cannot define precisely the
effect the mixture had on me,
except to say that I believe
that what I had inadvertently
created was perhaps...
[creepy music]
Was perhaps the very
essence of evil."
[Henry Voiceover] All I
know is that I was instantly
imbued with an impulse that
was hitherto entirely alien.
The impulse to seize, to
dominate, and to destroy.
Whether this was the release
of natural base
instincts long dormant,
or the pollution of
goodness with bad,
I cannot say.
But I was quite
simply transformed
into some being other
than Dr. Henry Jekyll.
[Henry screaming]
[Henry laughing manically]
Somehow I found myself in town.
Not once, but over and again,
three times to my
certain knowledge,
where I met with
ladies of the night.
Bringing them back to the house,
I indulged in vices and
violence too wicked to describe,
before disposing of
the women in a manner
that I knew would
leave no trace.
[fire roaring]
Cremating their bodies
in the power furnace
that heats the estate.
When one of the women
refused my instruction
to return to the house with me,
the poison in me raged again.
I took hold of her arm
but she fought back,
[woman gasps]
Eliciting such a fury in me
[cane whacking]
[Lily screams]
that I rained down
blows upon her head.
[cane whacking]
Only after I had
cruelly taken her life
did I finally
return to my senses,
brought on by the realization
that this time I had
been caught in the act.
[suspenseful music]
I don't know how long the
concoction had me in its grip.
Perhaps days? Perhaps weeks?
But as I write these words,
I am filled with a remorse
so great that I believe no
redemption can ever be possible,
and no forgiveness
ever deserved.
I have destroyed all that
remained of my experiment,
lest the evil I have
inadvertently created
should ever infect another soul.
And as I now lay down the pen
and proceed to seal
up my confession,
I bring the life of that
unhappy Henry Jekyll to an end.
[gun fires]
[clock ticking]
[fire crackling]
- I'll burn it.
- No.
It's a fabrication.
I'll swear to it.
Whatever it is, it's
evidence in a murder case.
[thunder rumbling]
[bells chiming]
[birds chirping]
Well, confessionals don't
come any clearer than that.
Are you telling
you believe this?
This nonsense about a concoction
that transformed
his personality?
Made him commit murder?
You oughta join me down
in the cells one time
on a Friday night, Mr. Utterson.
[chuckles] There's
plenty of men down there
who've taken a concoction or two
and got themselves into
trouble as a result.
It's hardly the same thing.
Look, it might well be
nonsense, Mr. Utterson.
It might be that Jekyll
made the whole thing up
in some sort of attempt to
salvage his good reputation,
but the fact remains this
confession matches exactly
with the crimes in question.
- But it's-
- Not to mention
we have a witness coming in
to make a statement
this afternoon
who saw Jekyll commit
murder with her own eyes.
Once that is signed
and submitted,
I will be informing the press
first thing tomorrow morning
that all the crimes
have been solved
and that the
kidnapper and murderer
was the late Dr. Henry Jekyll.
[bells chiming]
I'd like to meet the witness.
I think you've done enough
already, Mr. Utterson.
As Dr. Henry Jekyll's
legal representative,
I am entitled to
cross-examine any witness.
Legal representative?
Henry Jekyll is dead.
I'm not gonna put a
dead man on trial.
No, but you'll
have him convicted
without any opportunity
to defend himself.
But the man has confessed.
Anyone could have forged this!
No one saw him write it.
And no one saw him pull
the trigger on the pistol.
My witness saw
him kill a girl.
I don't believe it.
Very well.
I will permit you as a courtesy
to sit in when I take
the witness statement.
But if you interfere in any way,
I'll have you ejected.
[clock ticking]
[gentle music]
Are you all right, ma'am?
Just my hand.
It was all right yesterday,
but it's swollen up
all red overnight.
It's a good thing
Gabriel left early.
Will you not tell him,
ma'am? About Mr. Enfield?
I'm waiting for
the right time.
The trouble with Gabriel is
he sees the best in everybody.
You know, ma'am.
Sometimes you sort of
get a feeling for people,
even if you only see
them for an instant.
I have a feeling Dr.
Jekyll was a good man.
I hope you're right.
[bells chiming]
[birds chirping]
[door opens]
[suspenseful music]
[footsteps tapping]
Never done nothing
like this before.
Just take your time and try
and remember everything clearly.
My name is Inspector Newcombe,
and this is Mr. Utterson.
He's observing.
I already told the
constable everything I seen.
Yeah, I know. This is
just to make it official.
Could you give me your
full name, please?
It's Penny. Penny Keaton.
They call me penny on account
of that's how much I charge.
Yeah, thank you, Miss
Keaton. That's fine.
Now, could you tell
me where you were
when you first became
aware of something unusual?
I was in my room
on Wheelbarrow Way,
getting ready to start my work.
What time is this?
Probably about 11
o'clock, I think.
What sort of work
is it that you do
that begins at 11
o'clock at night?
I should have thought that
was obvious. Mr. Utterson.
Please go on, Miss Keaton.
What was it you heard?
Well, first of all,
there was some chatter
between a man and a woman.
Then she started screaming,
and it sounded like he was
tryin' to drag her away
And what did you do?
I ran over to me
window to have a look.
And that's when I saw him.
[suspenseful music]
You saw who?
Dr. Jekyll.
He was hunched over this
girl lying on the ground.
Laying into her, he was,
pounding her on her bed.
You're quite sure
that's who it was?
Oh, yeah.
How is it that you're so
familiar with Dr. Jekyll?
You must've known him previously
to have recognized him.
Are you conducting
this interview or am I?
All the girls down
Wheelbarrow Way know Dr. Jekyll.
A regular, was he?
Oh, yeah.
Every December,
regular like clockwork,
he used to go around
all the poorhouses,
handed out medicine to all
them who had sickly children.
He cured my whooping cough
when I was a little girl.
And what about the girl?
Could you recognize her?
Yeah, her name is Lily Palmer.
Can we assume her line of
work was similar to your own?
Yeah, but I'd heard
she was right picky.
Probably why she started
a fight with him.
[bells chiming]
Well, we're very grateful for
your statement, Miss Keaton.
Now, if there's nothing else,
could you just fill out
your name and address
at the bottom of this paper
and you can be on your way.
I, um, I ain't ever
used an ink pen before.
Allow me.
So that's Penny Keaton.
Keaton spelled K-E-A T-O-N.
If you say so.
- And the address?
- 5A Wheelbarrow Way.
- Is that all, Inspector?
- Fine.
Can I go now?
Yes, of course, Miss Keaton.
Thank you very much again.
[door closes]
You see, Inspector? Free
medicine for the poor.
That's the kind of
man Henry Jekyll was.
You seem to be
forgetting the minor detail
about him beating a woman
to death in the gutter.
It's a case of mistaken
identity. I'm sure of it.
- And the confession?
- Forgery.
Mr. Utterson, does the
phrase "clutching at straws"
mean anything to you?
Look, if you go in front
of the press tomorrow,
the name Henry Jekyll
will go down in history
as some murderous crackpot.
He at least deserves
a fair hearing.
I told you there isn't
gonna be any trial.
Well, there has to be
a proper investigation.
Do you know, Mr. Utterson,
just how many unsolved crimes
we have on the books
at any one time?
I've got an opportunity
here to chalk up
four kidnappings and a
murder to a single culprit
and shut down five active
investigations in one fell swoop.
I'm not about to give
that up on a whim.
- [sighs] However..,
- I must protest
- most strongly.
- However,
if you can mount a
credible challenge,
I will take it into account.
And with that in mind,
I will postpone my
announcement about the case
until the day after tomorrow.
You've got a day, Mr. Utterson.
Use it wisely.
[suspenseful music]
[horses clopping]
[rain pattering]
[Penny Voiceover]
5A Wheelbarrow Way.
[bells chiming]
[birds chirping]
[bells chiming]
[drawer opens]
[knock on door]
Door's not locked.
[door opens]
Actually ain't got a lock.
Bed's by the window. I'll
be with you in a minute.
Um, good afternoon.
Um, I was actually wondering
if you could tell me
any more about what you saw?
You're not a copper, are ya?
No, um, actually I'm a
friend of Henry Jekyll's.
I'm just trying to
understand what happened.
Well, you can ask
me what you like,
but if you don't mind, I've
got to get on with the laundry.
Yes, yes, please. Of course.
Have a sit down, why don't ya?
Um, on, on the bed?
That's where
everyone else sits.
[bright music]
[bed creaking]
So, this is the window you
were looking out through?
He looked me clear in
the eye when he stood up.
Like he wasn't bothered.
Um, what, what are you doing?
Just doing me laundry.
I only got one frock.
I can't wear it and wash
it at the same time, can I?
Please, please stay
behind the screen.
Suit yourself.
Um, so, um, what
were you saying?
- [acid sloshing]
- I've only got one frock.
No, about Henry.
Um, that he wasn't concerned
that you'd seen him.
Yeah, funny now
that I think about it.
He just looked at me.
As if he wanted to be seen.
- You what?
- Please!
I've got to get on.
I'm going out to
work again in a bit.
Um, where is
your place of work?
[bells chiming]
You're sitting on it, love.
Um, look, you've been
very helpful. Thank you.
Um, I will leave you my card.
[acid sloshing]
And, um, something,
something for your trouble.
Mm, much obliged.
The whole thing's gonna
give me nightmares for sure.
I keep seeing him
hunched over her body
with his walking
cane in his hand,
bring it down on her
head over and over.
With what in his hand?
His walking cane.
Henry never carried a cane.
He did that night.
[suspenseful music]
[horses clopping]
[footsteps thudding]
It's Mr. Poole, isn't it?
Yes, sir.
You've served the family
for quite some time now.
All my adult life, sir.
So I suppose the police
had quite a few
questions to ask you.
I've always thought, sir,
that the most important quality
in a gentleman's
gentleman is discretion.
I appreciate your loyalty
to Henry, Mr. Poole,
but I'm not working with
the police, you know.
I'm fully aware
of who you are, sir.
Then you know that I'm
a great friend of Henry's.
So if there was
anything indiscreet...
The facts of the matter
are precisely as I relayed
them to the police, sir.
[suspenseful music]
One of the maids
reported to me
that she had heard some unusual
comings and goings
late at night.
You suspect it was Henry?
Well, sir, on one occasion,
the young lady was so concerned
that she left her bed
and went to investigate.
She reported to me
the following day
that she had caught a glimpse
of a lady and a gentleman
entering the property
by the rear entrance
well past midnight.
She described the lady as
being somewhat in disarray
and the gentleman,
the gentleman was
unmistakably Dr. Henry Jekyll.
[suspenseful music]
[footsteps shuffling]
[intense music]
[clock ticking]
[thunder rumbling]
So the witness's
description of events
ties in exactly with
Henry's confession.
[soft piano music]
[fire crackling]
More or less.
More or less? Or exactly?
He tried to grab the
girl and drag her away.
When she wouldn't go,
he beat her to death.
And the timing of the murder
fits in with Henry's visit here.
The girl was murdered
at around 11 O'clock.
Just enough time for Henry
to make it across town
and arrive here by midnight.
If he were the killer.
Then you've
really no arguments
for the defense at all, Gabriel.
It gets worse.
I went over to the Jekyll estate
to speak with some of the staff.
The butler said that the maid
actually saw Henry bring
a girl back late at night.
Um, I'll be turning in
now, if that's all right?
Oh, Hattie, um, one moment.
There's something I
wanted to ask you.
When Dr. Jekyll arrived
at the door that night,
was he carrying a walking cane?
I don't think so. No.
I didn't think so.
I don't recall Henry
ever carrying a cane.
And he certainly
wasn't carrying one
when he entered the study.
[sighs] But the eyewitness said
that it was used as
the murder weapon.
If I stood up in
court for the defense
and brought Hattie
in as a witness,
it would give any jury
pause for thought.
I'd rather not go
into court, sir.
Don't worry. There
won't be a trial.
It's just hypothetical.
And if I was the
hypothetical prosecutor,
I'd point out that
you hadn't seen Henry
in several weeks
prior to his visit.
And it's quite possible
that a man of his age
might have started using
a cane in the meantime.
You don't need to sound
so proud of yourself.
I'm just playing
devil's advocate.
What about the
written confession?
It could have been a forgery,
slipped into Henry's
pocket by whoever shot him.
Well have you checked
the handwriting?
No. I haven't.
This is the will Henry
gave me that night.
It's handwritten.
It looks
the same.
I know you want to
believe he's innocent,
but you think that
about everybody.
[suspenseful music]
Did you hear about Mr. Enfield?
The court case! I
completely forgot.
Don't worry. He decided
to plead guilty after all.
Admitted everything.
It was all in this
morning's paper.
He was fined 50 guineas.
Oh. I wonder what
brought that on.
Perhaps I'm just not a very
good judge of character.
If you don't mind me
saying, Mr. Utterson, sir.
I was just thinking.
What is it?
Well, that man, Dr. Jekyll,
he wasn't carrying a
cane when he came here,
but he did have a briefcase.
Yes, yes. I know
he had a case.
I saw that for myself.
Well, what I mean is, um...
It's like this.
[bright music]
If you hold this and pretend
it's Dr. Jekyll's case,
and then if you pretend
this is a walking cane,
then try and grab me and hit
me over the head with the cane.
Ah, I don't think I ought to.
It's all right. Just try.
You'll get what I
mean in a minute.
Very well.
[bright music]
Now, try and grab me.
Go on.
[sighs] Uh.
Now, how are you going
to hit her with the cane?
[suitcase bangs]
Now, if you did that in court,
it would definitely give
the jury pause for thought.
Did the witness mention anything
about his carrying a case?
[bright music]
Where are you going?
To ask her.
If this is the only
defense we've got,
I've gotta make sure of it.
It's getting late.
Don't worry. I think
she'll still be up.
[bed creaking]
[Penny sighs]
[thunder rumbling]
How much did you
say it was again?
Tuppence! I thought
you said a penny.
For how you wanted
it, it's tuppence.
Fair enough.
It beats paying 50 guineas.
That's for certain.
[knocking on door]
- Door's not locked.
- What do you think
you're doing?
Don't let them in.
I don't want anyone
to see me here?
[door opens]
Oh, for Christ sake.
[footsteps tapping]
You? What do you want?
[suspenseful music]
[Penny yelps]
[object whacking]
[thunder rumbling]
[Penny screams]
[glass shattering]
[intense music]
[thunder rumbling]
[clock ticking]
Did you speak to her?
I knocked on her door,
there was no answer.
I told you it
was getting late.
What's your plan for tomorrow?
I'll head back over
to the Jekyll estate.
And with any luck, I'll be
able to speak with the girl
that saw Henry in the night.
I think the Butler was choosing
his words rather carefully.
I'd rather hear
it from the girl.
[gentle music]
Come on. Let's go to bed.
You've done enough for one day.
Yes, yes, I know but
just one more minute.
I just want to look at the
confession one more time,
just to see if there's anything
else that doesn't add up.
Don't be long.
[door opens]
[stomach gurgling]
[Gabriel sighs]
[intense music]
[liquid dripping]
[Penny whimpering]
[latch clattering]
[Penny gasping]
[pulley squeaking]
[Penny screaming]
[acid bubbling]
Mr. Utterson?
[clock ticking]
[intense music]
Oh, not this again.
Mr. Gabriel John Utterson?
You know that's who I am.
I'm sorry, sir, but I'm
here in a formal capacity.
I must ask you to accompany
me and the constable
to the police station.
And bring with you, please,
any documents you hold
relating to Henry Jekyll,
including that confession.
What is it this time?
I think we best discuss
it at the station, sir.
Anything you have to
say to me can be said
in front of my wife, Inspector.
Very well.
You are to be formally
charged with the kidnapping
and possible murder
of one Penny Keaton
on or about yesterday evening.
[dramatic music]
Has something happened to her?
She's vanished, Mr. Utterson.
[bells ringing]
Well, isn't this a
turn up for the books.
Please, Inspector.
You cannot possibly think I
had anything to do with this.
Well, Henry Jekyll is
currently lying downstairs
in the morgue, so I can be
fairly certain it wasn't him.
If another girl
has gone missing,
it only proves my
point that Henry Jekyll
was not responsible for any
of the previous murders.
Yes, it does, doesn't it?
Rather convenient, that.
Especially as the girl in
question was my prime witness.
I'd have to be a fool to
try something so obvious.
I can't discount that
possibility, Mr. Utterson.
Late last night, a
disturbance was reported
on Wheelbarrow Way.
A girl screaming, some
commotion, that sort of thing.
Upon his arrival
at room number 5A,
my constable found the place
to be in some disarray.
And Ms. Keaton was
nowhere to be seen.
What he did find,
however, was this.
Your card, Mr. Utterson
at the scene of the crime.
Do you deny you were there?
No, of course not.
I left my card there when I went
to visit her in the afternoon.
Would this have been
on a personal matter?
I went to ask her
about what she saw.
And what did she tell you?
The same thing she
said when she was here.
And you didn't encourage her
to change her story at all?
Pay her off? Threaten her?
No, nothing like that.
And this was in the
afternoon, you say?
Funny that.
Because a few of the
girls down that way
reported seeing a young gentleman
matching your description
approaching Wheelbarrow Way
around 10 o'clock last night,
which was roughly
around the same time
as the screaming was heard.
Well, yes, I did go
back there in the evening.
And what was this
visit in aid of?
To hear her tell the
same story a third time?
Or perhaps you just
enjoyed spending time
in her company, aye?
If I kidnapped Penny
Keaton, where is she?
What on earth am I supposed
to have done with her?
I wouldn't know, Mr. Utterson.
Perhaps you threw in the river
or perhaps you took her
back to Henry Jekyll's place
and burned her in the furnace.
Perhaps you were in it
together from the start.
[suspenseful music]
I can see it now.
The pair of you kidnapped
the girls together
for your own deviant purposes.
And when Jekyll was caught in
the act, you had two choices.
You could let him
take the fall for it
or concoct some ludicrous
scheme to place the blame
on some unnamed third party.
That third party has a name.
You took this from
my safe this morning.
It's Henry Jekyll's will.
He wrote it recently
and he bequeathed
his entire estate to
someone called Mr. Hyde.
Shortly thereafter, Henry's dead
in mysterious circumstances.
Mr. Hyde? Who's he?
I don't know. No one knows.
But I bet he's the one
orchestrating all of this
in order to get his
hands on the inheritance.
I need you to get
a message to Gabriel
at the police station, Hattie.
It's very important so don't
let them send you away.
I'm taking a carriage
to the Jekyll estate
to try and speak to
some of the staff.
Gabriel wanted to
go himself but-
- Of course, ma'am.
[suspenseful music]
If I was involved in
any sort of conspiracy,
what would be the point in
me kidnapping Penny Keaton?
You're going around
in circles, Inspector.
[knocking on door]
Apparently, Mrs.
Utterson wants you to know
she's gone over to
the Jekyll estate.
What's all this about?
I had the idea
of going over there
to speak with some of the staff.
Obviously she's
gone on my behalf.
She'll have a hard time
speaking to anyone there.
They've all gone.
Cleared out late last night.
You mean there's
no one there at all?
[horses clopping]
[suspenseful music]
Inspector, please
let me go at once.
My wife might be in danger.
- What do you mean?
- Five women are missing,
all presumed dead and
as far as I'm concerned,
the person responsible
is still out there.
[horses clopping]
[knocks on door]
[suspenseful music continues]
- [cane whacks]
- Oh!
[horse neighing]
[horses clopping]
[intense music]
If I don't return
in 10 minutes,
please hurry to Scotland Yard
and ask for Inspector Newcombe.
[acid dripping]
[suspenseful music]
[door opens]
[Sarah screaming]
[rope scraping]
[Sarah gasping]
[acid dripping]
[door creaking]
[plank clattering]
[suspenseful music continues]
Mr. Hyde, I presume.
You were right the first time.
Not my real name, of course,
but it seemed a suitable epithet
for a man hidden away
for half a century.
What is all this?
[chuckles] I would love
to explain, Mr. Utterson.
But it's a very long story
and I really must be on my way.
I'll be in touch in due course
to claim my inheritance.
Your inheritance?
All legal and above board.
I trust Henry signed the
will in your presence.
You seem to be
forgetting I have a pistol.
And you seem to be forgetting,
I have your wife.
[suspenseful music]
[Sarah gasps]
[lever creaking]
[hatch creaking]
[smoke hissing]
Acid, Mr. Utterson.
This is my own special formula.
I'm sure you've heard
stories of piranha fish
in jungle rivers that can
strip a man to the bone
in five minutes?
Well according to
my experiments,
this particular formulation
can strip a woman to the
bone in a minute flat.
Your "experiments?"
We men of science all have
our own special interests.
The more my brother
believed that acid
was the cause of all
the woes of the body,
the more fascinated with
its properties I became.
You and Henry were brothers.
Identical twins, as
if you hadn't noticed.
Identical in all but our fates.
Our father was a scientist, too.
And with the
arrival of twin boys
came the opportunity
to carry out
his greatest
scientific study ever.
To answer that eternal
question: nature versus nurture.
What would happen if you
took two identical boys
and raised one in
light and freedom,
and the other in
darkness and captivity?
A cruel and shameful exercise,
but once begun could
never be disclosed.
So I remained hidden,
locked away, out so sight.
Did Henry know
he had a brother?
Of course he did.
A matter of great shame
to him all of his life.
Not until our parents both died
did he come to me to
beg for my forgiveness.
My requests were
quite straightforward.
I would remain
hidden, out of sight,
to protect his good reputation.
All I wanted was the chance
to carry out my own studies.
My own laboratory, down here.
And the freedom to come
and go as I pleased,
under cover of
darkness, of course.
And so my experiments
could begin.
[suspenseful music]
It began simply enough,
small rodents were enough
to satisfy my curiosity.
Mice and rats were easy
to come by down here.
It fascinated me to see
their dirt and the grime
from their matted fur,
stripped instantly away
by the initial dip
into a mild acid bath.
And then, in time, the
fur itself fell away,
exposing the raw,
pink skin underneath.
And then slowly, slowly,
like peeling away
the layers of an onion,
the creature would grow
smaller and smaller.
The skin, the
muscle, the organs,
and then finally even the
tiny bones dissolving.
But what's the good
of that, you may ask?
I see no good in it at all.
Quite right.
If one wishes to
dispose of a rodent,
there are more efficient ways,
but if one wishes to
be rid of a human...
You mean, Henry?
It had occurred to
me to be rid of Henry.
To take his place, to live a
life that I was entitled to,
but had been denied
me all these years.
But to do that, there would
have to be no trace left.
None at all.
[suspenseful music continues]
[saw scraping]
It took several weeks,
but finally it was ready.
My life-size acid bath.
Henry even paid for
all the materials.
The poor sap had no idea.
But how to test it?
At first I thought of the staff.
There were always young girls
running about the property,
fetching this or polishing that.
I'd heard the sounds of
their feet for years.
And now I finally caught
a glimpse at them,
but Henry would have
noticed if one went missing.
In any case, I'd
learnt over the years
from newspaper stories,
that there was a
different type of girl
that was readily available,
if one knew where to look.
The first came along
with me easily enough.
I'd taken to wearing clothes
that belonged to Henry.
And I fancy I looked
quite the gentleman.
The only difference between
us was my walking cane.
Years of cramped conditions
weakened my limbs,
and left me with
a pronounced limp.
I knew I would have
to work on that.
Of course, human flesh and
bone differs quite distinctly
from that of a rodent.
So it was necessary to first
run tests on small samples.
[woman screaming]
[bone cracking]
[woman screaming]
[suspenseful music]
The results were
frankly disappointing.
Even the most brittle
finger bone from a girl
is almost 10 times the diameter
of the largest rat bone.
Several hours later, the remains
were still recognizably human.
What became of the girl?
She bled out. Died.
Made rather a mess.
So into the bath she went.
I knew the formula
would do its job
over the next few days.
So that's how it went.
Every day, a new test subject
till I was satisfied with acid.
Test subjects? These
were human beings.
And what am I, if
not a test subject?
[suspenseful music]
Am I not a human being?
I treat others as
others have treated me.
No better, no worse.
And then disaster struck.
The fifth subject.
This girl was smarter
than the others.
Less impressed by my
suit and silver cane.
She wouldn't come.
And when I took hold of
her arm, she cried out.
I did what I had to do.
[cane whacks]
[body thuds]
[cane whacking]
I struck with my cane.
Once, twice, and
still she cried out,
so I rained down a dozen blows
till her brain was
more out than in.
As I looked up from her body,
I saw the face of another
girl looking at mine.
Penny Keaton.
Was that her name?
The girl from room 5A.
Why didn't you hide your face?
Well it occurred
to me there and then
that it was not my face
that had been seen.
For all intents and
purposes, it was Henry's.
So my plans changed.
I realized that Henry
was more valuable to me
alive than dead.
For any questionable act
that I may be caught doing
henceforth could
be blamed on him.
Then why did you shoot him?
You're racing ahead of
yourself, Mr. Utterson.
That night, he was away
from the house visiting you.
I had written a will
and given it to him
to sign in your presence,
but as misfortune would have it,
we returned to the
house at the same time.
He saw my cane caked in blood.
There was no denying
the evidence.
So I told him everything
about my experiments.
He was incensed.
Even drawing the
pistol that had once
belonged to our father.
But he lacked the fortitude
to pull the trigger.
We both knew that.
And so his final
act of cowardice
was to turn the
pistol on himself,
filled as he was with the guilt
of what he had
unleashed upon the world
by setting me free.
[gun fires]
So in answer to your
question, Mr. Utterson,
I did not shoot my brother.
It was suicide,
plane and simple.
There was just the matter
of the witness to
my crime unresolved.
Henry had to take the blame.
Of course, I was well aware
of Henry's reputation
as a do-gooder.
If he were to commit a
crime such as murder,
there had to be a
plausible reason.
And so I hit upon the
idea of an experiment,
some complex formula
that when drunk,
brought about an utter
transformation of character
that turned Jekyll into Hyde.
And so Henry's
confession was born.
It was then just a case
of firing another shot
from the pistol
into the floorboards
to alert the police
before quickly
making my escape downstairs.
[suspenseful music]
[gun fires]
What is it you want?
First, put the pistol down.
Very well.
And walk up those stairs
and out of this building
The lady and I are going
on a little trip up North.
I'll contact you regarding
the sale of the estate
and the transfer of funds.
And when I'm satisfied,
I will consider the matter of
returning your wife to you.
How can you expect
me to agree to that?
Do you not trust the
word of a gentleman?
Your brother was a gentleman.
There's another word I
can think of for you.
- What do you mean?
- Henry Jekyll
was a man who garnered respect.
I can only pity you.
You may share his face,
but you will never
match his achievements.
Maybe you'd like to
taste my achievements
as a little glimpse of what's
to come if you defy me!
[Sarah gasping]
A little splash in the face.
The constant reminder of
your greatest mistake!
Don't do it!
[intense music]
It's already done!
[knee whacks]
[fist whacks]
[beaker shatters]
[Hyde screaming]
[acid hissing]
[Hyde screams]
[gun fires]
[intense music continues]
[Hyde screams]
[acid splashing]
[smoke hissing]
[Henry screaming]
[acid bubbling]
I never knew you
could punch like that.
[acid dripping]
[dramatic music]
I suppose I better check.
Is he gone?
I think he's gone.
[intense music]
[Gabriel gasping]
[dramatic music]
[acid dripping]
[birds chirping]
Thank you very much for
your statement, Mr. Utterson.
How's your wife holding up,
if you don't mind my asking?
She's recovering
well, thank you.
I must say, she's
surprisingly resilient.
And packs quite a
right hook, apparently.
I know it all sounds
outrageous, Inspector,
but that's what
happened, I swear.
I mean, you saw the basement.
Well, I saw a basement, yes.
With a modest laboratory set up.
It might easily have
belonged to Henry Jekyll.
But the vat of acid?
Yes, we drained that.
With some difficulty,
I might add.
Did you find any bodies?
We found some sludge,
which may or may not
have been organic in origin.
Frankly, it could
have been anything.
The long and the short of it is
there's no real
evidence this Mr. Hyde
of yours existed at all.
[birds chirping]
[gentle music]
[bells chiming]
So where does
that leave Henry?
Well, I'm not convinced
of his innocence,
if that's what you mean.
But I think that providing
there are no more
mysterious disappearances,
we can declare the
matter to be closed.
Uh, that's not exactly
a not guilty verdict.
I told you there was
never gonna be any trial.
Just be thankful I won't
be going to the press
with any of this nonsense.
Got my own reputation
to think of.
And am I still under suspicion
for what happened
to Penny Keaton?
As luck would have it,
I had a visit this morning
from a young gentleman,
who was prepared
to make a statement
on the condition of
strict anonymity.
Seems he was present at
Ms. Keaton's kidnapping.
He didn't see much,
be he saw enough to be
quite certain it wasn't you.
How could he be sure? Is
it someone who knows me?
I couldn't say, Mr. Utterson.
[Gabriel sighs]
What are you so down about?
I mean, you got what you wanted.
Not to mention the matter
of the inheritance.
The inheritance.
You did read this
will, I take it?
"Mr. Hyde is to present
himself in a timely manner
to receive said possessions.
Should he fail to do so,
the entire estate
is to be distributed
by my solicitor,
Gabriel Utterson,
in whichever way he sees fit."
Now, if we're to believe
that what's left of Mr. Hyde
currently resides at the bottom
of my constable's bucket,
that potentially makes you
a very wealthy
man, Mr. Utterson.
[dramatic music]
[bells chiming]
[horses clopping]
[bells chiming]
[clock ticking]
Oh, Hattie. Is Sarah up?
She's still resting. I
thought it best to leave her be.
Yes. Yes, quite right.
[stomach gurgling]
[Gabriel sighs]
[footsteps tapping]
Um, would you mind please
taking this to the kitchen
and seeing if we
have the ingredients
for one of Dr.
Jekyll's preparations?
Of course.
What was that?
It was in the book.
[Henry Voiceover]
"Dear Gabriel,
I suspect it may
be some time before
your digestive
discomfort or possibly
your dear wife, Sarah, forces
you to pick up the book
that I left with you.
And so when you read this,
it is likely that much
will have come to pass
that you will have found
greatly surprising.
As you probably know, I
have a brother named Edward.
His has been a most
unfortunate life,
and I hope that in time you
will look upon him as an equal
to me as both a
scientist and a friend.
For now, I know he
looks upon the world
with suspicion and anger,
as well anyone might
do in his position.
Please assure him there is
still much good in this world.
I don't think he knows.
I can think of no one better
suited to this task than you.
Your friend, Henry."
[birds chirping]
[Sarah] You know,
a place like this
needs a lot of maintaining.
I know.
It's almost certainly beyond
my capability to manage.
It's why I sold it.
- You've what?
- Sold it.
Sold the lot, the
building, the grounds,
even the laboratory equipment.
[soft dramatic music]
- But Henry?
- Oh, Henry wouldn't
have minded.
He always hated the place.
He always said it held too
many bad memories for him.
Now I know why.
So, how much did
you sell it for?
[chuckles] Well, let's
just say enough to fund
a fully stocked medical bay
in every poorhouse in London,
in the name of Dr. Henry Jekyll.
That sounds like exactly
what he would have wanted.
With just enough leftover
to cover the cost of a modest
law firm with its own offices
in the name of
Gabriel John Utterson.
[bright music]
[birds chirping]
With nine to five hours?
Eight to six.
With half an hour for lunch.
[Sarah] How is your
constitution these days?
[Gabriel] Absolutely
fine, thank you.
[dramatic music]
She wore diamonds
on her face
Beautiful and full of grace
All at once and at a glance
A slight of hand,
a second chance
No one knows or understands
The reasons why
the running man
Incomplete and locked
inside like all the secrets
That we hide
Shadows dance where
they once danced
Teardrops fall like
shattered glass
Words are whispered
with regret
Like winter nights and yet
So inside, but no one died
Like all the
secrets that we hide
The secrets that
we hide unspoken
The demons we disguise
with secrets and lies
And all the last
goodbyes are blown away
Silence in the soul
Can't keep a secret
Nothing left to see
You loved her more
than she'd ever know
Was locked away,
will never show
No lucky charm,
no longer wrong
And just for kicks,
no curtain call
We can slip and we can slide
Like all the
secrets that we hide
The secrets that
we hide unspoken
The demons we disguise
with secrets and lies
All the lost goodbyes
are blown away
Silence in a soul
Can't keep a secret
Nothing left to say
Inside your heart
Some nights you're lazy
Just remember
Lost in the darkness
This man shaking
His heart breaking
A slow burn
The secrets and lies
All the lost goodbyes
are blown away
Nowhere left to run
Can't keep a secret