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(BELL TOLLS)

(WIND HOWLS)

(GIRL SINGS PLAINTIVELY)

(SHE GASPS)

(SHE SCREAMS)

Please, no, no! Please!

Help me! Help...

(SNARLS)

(SHE SCREAMS)

And so it is, to my two sons, that I leave the entirety of my estate,

including the four Edinburgh properties,

the farms in the Highlands,

including the 3,000 acres of land attached

and the £20,000 sterling deposit at the Bank of Scotland.

This estate and any profits derived thereof

are given on condition

that they are to be spent on the improvement of our capital city.

What does that mean? We have to give it all away?

Well, as you know, your father was a great philanthropist,

drawn to projects... I believe you're making this up.

Show me the will.

If you are looking for assistance in locating worthy investments...

Our father worked very hard

so we should not have to work a day in our lives.

Do you understand?

That is what he intended by this legacy of improvement.

I am sorry to tell you, the will is a binding document.

There is no other interpretation but this one.

We shall be taking advice on how to disrupt

this malicious intervention in the natural order of things.

Mr Lithgow, Mr Lithgow...

..I am so sorry for your loss.

'Dear Mr Utterson.

'I would like to make changes to my will with great haste

'and install the new beneficiary, one Mr Edward Hyde,

'in the circumstances of my death or disappearance...'

Death or disappearance?

'Dr Henry Jekyll.'

Oh, Harry.

What have you got yourself into?

Mr Utterson.

This is a surprise.

Miss Poole. Excuse me for arriving without warning.

I know the tight ship you run. You are right.

There are no secrets between Dr Jekyll and I.

Does he know you are coming?

I have...

..a letter from him.

Mm.

Please come in.

I'll call him.

(DOOR SLAMS)

Er, you remember your way to the drawing room, of course?

Er...of course.

Right.

(CLOCK CHIMES)

Gabriel!

When Poole told me you were here, I said impossible.

My old friend, Christ, at my doorstep, impossible!

Yet here you are.

It has been too long, Harry. You look well.

I'm glad to hear you say it. Your opinion means a great deal.

If Utterson says it, it must be so, huh?

(HE LAUGHS)

Did we used to say that?

I do like to get to the bottom of things, it is true.

And so it is I have come today.

Is there some mystery afoot?

Only your letter.

I received it today, I...

..I had to come at once. Ah. Of course.

I should have known you think only of my death.

No...that is not true.

Apparently, now I must picture your disappearance.

You're here about Hyde.

It would be a disservice to you if I did not do

what you commissioned me to. Of course. Please.

Who is this man?

Why have I never heard of him before?

And what is he to you that you would entrust him with all this?

I know only too well how hard it is to stay in your favour.

He is new to me, you are right.

But...

..he makes my light shine brighter, I feel like a new man.

Is he...?

He's my assistant.

Yeah.

He must be more, surely, to, er...

..remove your kin from their inheritance.

Oh, they have enough.

It's my work I'm most concerned with.

He's intimately connected to it, and I want to ensure it continues.

I should like to meet this Hyde.

Perhaps some of his luck will wear off on me.

You do not need luck, my friend.

A man of your talents won't draw up testaments for the rest of his life.

I learnt that where a father does not give, talent amounts to little.

I am...

..really sorry it has been so long.

Would you like to join me for lunch?

I think you would enjoy meeting my companions.

Are you acquainted with Sir Danvers Carew?

(HE SCOFFS)

Does this suit?

Or does it look like I'm... poking fun?

It is just a lunch. There's...

..occasion that I've been told...

I think this is the best to ensure you fit in and stand out

as a man of taste and position.

Very good. (LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)

And now the hat.

Oh.

I fear it is short a new ribbon.

Do we have any ribbons?

If it follows the usual custom of such an establishment, sir,

your hat will be taken at the door.

Oh, you're right.

The hat is not our concern, which means...

..my hair must do.

Does it?

Do?

I fear it is more villainous than heroic.

But your moustache will surely prove

that you're not there to steal the silverware.

You are teasing me. (SHE CHUCKLES)

I'll not have it.

I shall fetch your coat, the one that keeps you safe from all humour.

(HE CHUCKLES) Yeah.

Er, my cane.

It's one of a pair I had engraved for Jekyll and I.

I would like to...

Oh.

Mm. (CLOCK CHIMES)

(CLOCK CUCKOOS)

Oh.

(BELL RINGS)

(DOOR SLAMS)

Ah.

We ask our gentlemen to wear their hats.

Oh.

Utterson!

Finally, you're here.

You are immaculate.

Forgive me if I am late. And thank you.

Now, I have brought my cane.

Ah.Do you have yours with you?

Ah.

I must have left mine at home.

Oh. Perhaps your tastes have changed.

Not at all. Lanyon. You remember Gabriel Utterson?

Utterson, it's been a while.

You look as though you could do with a square meal.

Lawyering not keeping you?

It keeps me honest, Lanyon.

(LANYON CHUCKLES)

I'm glad to see the two of you remain close.

Are you working together?

Indeed not.

I remain committed to healing.

Keeps my busy.

Meanwhile, Jekyll here has abandoned reason

for his unscientific balderdash.

So, you do not know his assistant?

No.

Neither do I care.

I care only for the mystery that surrounds him.

Let's just not talk of work today.

The floors are polished, the glassware shines.

Let's not ruin it with the muck of the lab.

We have still not changed your will, Harry.

As far as I'm concerned, it is done,

though we will no doubt speak of this again.

Gentlemen.

Sir Danvers.

Sit.

Who is he?

Is he one of ours?

He is an old friend, Sir Danvers.

Gabriel Utterson is sought after in the city like a jasmine among weeds.

A most competent lawyer.

Utterson.

I haven't heard the name before.

It is a modest name, sir. I did not inherit much in that regard.

A self-made man. I could be called that.

Oh. Are you looking for a job?

Oh.

We have only just met.

Ah, you're so well made there is no need for work.

If so, I'm curious as to why we have not met before.

Utterson has long been excluded

from opportunities to exhibit his talents.

I should like to repair that breach.

Yes.

Let us see if you are fit to become a gentleman.

Now...

..I find myself in a wicked predicament.

I have just installed a new machine at the brewery.

Monstrous juggernaut.

It can mash more malt than 50 of my men.

It shall keep the beer flowing in this city for years.

Let's drink to that.

But...

..my workers call for strike.

After all, the machine works from dusk to dawn,

not a cry or a whimper.

And they fear, if I install more, I will no longer need their labour.

And are they wrong?

(CHUCKLING)No. Buy they all.

They will soon come back to you

when they realise they're not suited to anything less brutish.

Gah!

But the men drink more beer than they can make.

I do not wish to cut them loose so quickly.

I hate the idea of their wages going into someone else's pocket.

It is a despicable economy of subjugation you've created, Carew.

Thank you, Jekyll.

So...what would you do, Utterson?

With only one machine,

a strike, or mass dismissal, would hit your purse hard.

Why not appeal to reason?

Explain to them the machine is only there

to ease their labour and protect their backs.

They must no longer mash hops, but...tend the machine.

Or...

..or...

..you could pit the men against the machine.

If the men can outwork the machine, you will reward them in their wages

and they get to keep their jobs.

Sold to the man in last season's hat.

(THEY ALL CHUCKLE)

Well, my work here is done.

Utterson, you must send me the paperwork to sign

before you become too busy. Of course.

Thank you, Harry.

Now, Utterson, I have a little job for you.

Personal project of mine I've long since neglected.

Have you been up Calton Hill recently?

I'm afraid I've not.

Oh, we're on the verge of greatness, boy.

I have in mind a monument that will transform

the skyline of our capital for ever.

Imagine on top...

The greatest monument Scotland has ever seen.

And grand columns, like a Greek temple.

A guiding light upon the city for men and women to look up to.

The earth is a bog.

The old graveyard is rife with putrefaction and gases.

Pockets of air, sir, under the ground.

The stone is heavy, it may all cave in.

Sir Danvers Carew cares only that we...

..that we get the marbles up the hill.

We can maybe...dig up the bodies.

And consolidate with soil.

That.

L-Let's do that.

Can we do that?

We can, um...

..re-bury the bodies elsewhere.

We'll need permission from the council. It will take months.

It will not. I-I shall deal with the council.

You have my permission to...

..dig at will.

S-Sir, sir.

Can I help you?

If I may come in, sir.

What is it you want? Just a moment of your time.

Sir, without meaning to be coarse,

I can't imagine you have need for my services.

I come to you because I hear you want to better our city.

It is my job...

..and my calling.

We need an advocate.

Ha!

I am no advocate.

There are many of us who come from afar to work the breweries

and we can afford nowhere to lodge.

We shelter in the vaults from necessity,

but now the city council are on us like hounds.

They threaten to throw us in the streets

and have the vaults where we stay rubbled in.

We'll be homeless or crushed.

I suggest you save some money, move to a better lodging.

We have little enough yet to feed our children.

I suppose I can spare a pound.

Should be enough for a few months in Leith.

I don't want your money.

Men of your stature always think you can throw shillings at us.

Like we're a wishing well.Indeed.

What am I wishing for?

That you can forget men like me exist.

Taking on the council is a mighty battle.

And you have little chance.

They've given us until the end of the week.

I-I shouldn't like to beg.

But...

..but I will.

No, no, no.I don't want charity.

I have no money, but...well, I'm good with walls and plaster.

If something needs fixed, I can do it.

I'm sure I can find you something to do.

But the law must serve the little man too.

Monster among us. Read all about it.

Terror in the old town.

Thank you, sir.

They reckon he's one of your sort, sir.

I see you bought a new hat.

Should I curtsey?

Do I now serve an emperor?

A titan?Put it on the table, I can serve myself.

Perhaps you would like a glass too.

Your highness, I really shouldn't. As you wish.

I was hoping to celebrate my first day in a new position with someone.

Perhaps a little one, then.

Mabel...

..I've just been made aware of an awful happening last week.

A...trampling of some kind. Have you heard?

A juggernaut.

A brute.

Did not bat an eye to the sound of broken bones.

How disgraceful!

Do you know the name of this man?

Rumour has him for one Mr Edward Hyde.

Nobody knows him, but he's often seen beyond Princes Street.

Sure, he is a man of good stature.

He should be shamed.

And arrested.

I've heard today that the girl died, sir.

Her family are destroyed.

Died?

He has killed her?

Poor wee thing.

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

Good evening, Miss Poole.

I'm here to see Dr Jekyll.

I'm afraid Dr Jekyll's not at home.

Perhaps I could wait for him.

It's a matter of some urgency concerning his will.

Of course, sir.

(DOOR SLAMS)

Would you like to wait somewhere more comfortable?

What I would like most is to visit the doctor's laboratory.

The doctor prefers to keep the door of his laboratory locked

unless he's working. Is his assistant here?

I should like to meet him.

Oh, he never comes through the house.

He has a key to the back door of the laboratory,

from the close.Indeed.

So, perhaps...he is in there now.

I do not believe so, sir.

But how would you know?

Mm.

Indeed, sir.

Just as I suspected.

Sir.

Is this blood?

Mud, I believe, sir.

Tracked in from the back door.

His assisting does not include cleaning.

He is instrumental in the doctor's research,

as far as I understand it, sir.

How much do you know of this man?

Only that the master told us to obey his orders.

Sir.

I worry that Dr Jekyll will not be happy

to have us in his laboratory without his permission.

Can I go out this way?

Of course, sir.

Tell your master to come visit me as soon as he is back.

Utterson!

Whatever are you doing?

Come inside.

Harry, do you know? Thank you, Poole.Sir.

Is this regarding Hyde?

Last week, Hyde hurt a little girl.

Not only that, he had the audacity to pay off the family

and evade consequence for his actions.

You're making mouse into elephant.

Yes, Hyde had an unfortunate encounter with that little girl.

An accident.She...

Little but a bruise.

And her father was quick to snap up the reward.

A small price to pay to keep my doorstep copasetic.

You have paid for his freedom?

You have put yourself in the middle of this, Jekyll!

I've put an end to it, there's nothing more to say.She is dead!

The child has died.

I had not heard.

There must be more I can do for her family. I'll...

..send Poole... How do you know this man?

Hyde is a collaborator of mine.

Well, which is it? Assistant or collaborator?

Why not both?

If he's your assistant, then you are in charge.

You misunderstand the notion of assistant, friend.

While he deals with the business of man,

I am free to dwell on the business of mankind.

What is that even supposed to mean?

He has killed this child in your name!

Not so. He has his name and I mine. Jekyll, it is our duty

to bring this man to justice. You cannot believe otherwise.

Leave it be. I will address it... But, Harry...Leave it be!

Will you introduce us?

I should like to meet him.

(HE LAUGHS)

Well, he's not someone a gentleman should ever like to meet.

But you're not a gentleman.

That is, as always, in your hands.

If you are a gentleman, you shall clear your mind

and let others think on these things, hm?

Harry...

..whatever he has over you...

..tell me.

I can help.

Perhaps you worry that I like him more than you.

(DOOR SLAMS)

(CHILD SCREAMS)

(MANIC LAUGHTER)

(HE LAUGHS)

(GASPS AND GROANS)

(FOOTSTEPS)

Are you going in?

Quite the coincidence.

I was going to visit the doctor myself.

Utterson, of Ramsay Gardens, lawyer.

Man of law.

DISTORTED VOICE: Jekyll's not expecting guests.

Mr Hyde?

Is that so?

Edward?

I know Jekyll bade you stay away.

What do you want from Dr Jekyll?

What do YOU want from Dr Jekyll?

He needs protecting.

And I am not a nobody.

And I could crush you under my boot like a stray dog!

(SNARLING)

What are you doing here, Utterson? Hm?

Why do you think Jekyll your friend?

Do you think he delights in your company?

Your wit?

Your fashion?

You do not belong here. You know it.

He has invited me into his life.

We are long friends.

This is far from over.

YOU do not belong here.

You!

(DOOR CREAKS)

(DOOR CLOSES) Mr Utterson.

Councillor Begg. Thank you for coming to see me.

I was delighted to receive your call.

It is a remarkable venture you hailed me here.

I am glad you agree.

We work hard for the better outlook of the city.

How generous indeed.

Edinburgh needs this monument.

Like a sinner needs the scriptures.

(UTTERSON CHUCKLES)

Oh, it makes my tingle with pride and appreciation.

Unfortunately,

and it pains me much to say,

but not everyone in the council shares this frame of mind.

Small minds abound the halls, believe it or not.

We have not asked the council

for a single penny towards this undertaking.

The size of their minds means nothing to me.

You're right, of course.

But the council got a whiff of corpse off Calton Hill.

A pungent smell of rot.

And not even the wealth of Danvers Carew can cover it.

Some of us have family buried up there.

The grass has grown tall above the graves.

Forgotten for years.

Strange how you suddenly find yourself in mourning.

Oh, I just wish I could find a way to keep the dead quiet.

It would be a real shame

if they were to stop this noble undertaking in its tracks.

Hm.

It would be a crime

for such a noble undertaking to be poisoned

by the gluttony of the council.

I shall forget that you proposed such an opportunity

when next I see the Lord Provost.

Perhaps, instead,

you could turn your attentions to those who camp in the vaults.

A renewed consideration of their eviction

may yet see you bask in the beacon

that shines from Sir Danvers Carew's office.

I have heard it said that if Utterson says it, it must be so.

This city needs more men like you.

(KNOCK AT DOOR) Come in.

Looks like you've gained some weight since we last met.

(CHUCKLES) Work must be treating you well.

Not only is he a diligent worker, he's a handsome one too.

If I do not tie him down, I will lose him to a cherry.

You need not worry about losing me, sir. I am as committed as ever.

(HE GROANS)

Shall I wait outside?

MUFFLED:No. No need.

You called today.

What did the council want?

Excuse me, I-I cannot...

MUFFLED:God! What did the council want?

Called...called...

Telephone call?The council!

Yes, er...I called earlier about the council.

They were worried about a... minor problem with the cemetery.

Solved?

I have taken care of it, sir. The work is moving forward.

(SPEECH INDISTINCT)

(THEY ALL CHUCKLE)

What was that?

F-F-Fine fingers.

(LAUGHTER)

Er, he said you have fine fingers.

Like a woman, Lanyon.

(CAREW LAUGHS)

Right.

The procedure is complete.

As are...the leeches.

(CAREW CHOKES)

Agh! (HE COUGHS)

(HE RETCHES)

(RETCHES)

Gabriel Utterson...

..prince of the Calton Hill.

You whipped that bargain into shape like a sow.

I take pride in my work, sir.

It hasn't always been easy,

but a monument is rising.Yes.

You did well. I did not expect it.

There.

Thank you, sir.

I've been thinking.

I think you are ready to take on more responsibility.

I'm contemplating giving you... full power over the brewery.

Power of attorney.

(COUGHS) Tell him, Lanyon.

Tell him how this disease eats me.

As it...carves its way up my tongue.

I feel I need to slip into the shadows for a while.

There is no other man I see as much potential in as you.

You...have a future.

Unless you want to go back to writing wills!

Sir, I have desecrated many a grave.

Estates is no longer a path I can follow.

(THEY LAUGH)

Wealth and power, Utterson.

Yeah.Wealth and power. I have my eye on you.

Easy now, you need to rest.

Come now, Lanyon, you're not his mother.

Sir, if I may ask,

what is the situation at the factory?

Was I right to suggest

pitting man against machine doubles the productivity?

Oh, indeed you were.

I made enough beer to fill the Water of Leith

and let the dogs bathe in it.

(HE LAUGHS)

Not without casualties.

One of your workers was on my operating table today.

I had to detach one of his arms.

The malt grinder chewed it to the bone.

Nothing but a stump left.

Will he make it?

Less of a man, but he will live.

I did hear that it may not have been an accident.

Apparently the men are desperate to break the machine

and will try anything.

Did they push him in?

I would have thought that...

..cogs were stronger than bones.

Or did he jump?

(HE LAUGHS)

This...this is more entertainment than I've had in weeks...

(HE LAUGHS) ..Utterson.

Go down to the vault, find this man, talk to him.

Sir, surely...

Just make sure it doesn't come back to bite me on the arse!

Was he pushed, and by who? I must know.

(CHOKES AND SPLUTTERS)

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)

Tennant.

Tennant? Tennant!

It's Gabriel Utterson.

I need your help.

(MURMURING VOICES)

(BABIES CRY)

Good God!

Oh!

Oh, my...oh, my God!

I've got him. I've got him.

Who is this man?

It's Sandy Scott.

He was to be married.

He was recently injured. We must move him elsewhere.

I cannot dirty my hands any more.

I need only know one thing.

If he fell into the machine or was pushed.

He was not pushed.

But this was no accident either.

They made him labour from dusk till dawn

to beat that bloody thing.

And no wonder he succumbed to exhaustion and fell into the masher,

which I believe fared better than Sandy.

What about our case?

Our case?

The eviction.

We've heard nothing.

The eviction, yes. I have spoken to the council.

Cease, desist, it is done.

(HOWLING)

We need to go, sir.

What is happening?He's coming. We must not be in his way.

I beg you.

(HOWLING) Hide!

(GROWLING)

(GROWLING)

(SQUELCHING)

(PANTING)

I can smell you there.

You reek of piss and terror.

(UTTERSON PANTS)

This way!

Follow me.

Hurry!

Here!

Dr Henry Jekyll. 17 Heriot Row.

Poole. I need to speak to Dr Jekyll without delay.

It's about Edward Hyde.

The New Club.

Thank you. I shall find him there.

(DOOR OPENS)

Jekyll.

Jekyll?

Jekyll.

Utterson.

You found me.

Sitting ruminating.

Still so much to understand.

I wish to understand why you persist

in keeping this creature in your life.

Here, Utterson, let me take your hat.

Look me in the eyes and tell me...

..what does this man have over you

that you cannot cut him loose and turn him in? He is a devil!

You believe it is time for me to bid Hyde farewell.

Mm.

I'm considering the same.

Perhaps he has outlived his use.

Sometimes I feel as though I'm his assistant

and not the other way round.

You are a good man.

I know that.

You must only banish Hyde from your life,

and the nightmare will end.

He told me that you'd met.

In the back alley.

How did it feel, Utterson?

Were you afraid?

Were you angry?

Hm?

No?

No. It was something else in your stomach. Huh?

Some beautiful urge in your gut.

Do you think I left you because you were not civil enough? Hm?

The truth is the opposite. You refuse your urges.

You won't speak of what you are or what you want.

I sent a man to his death.

Gabriel.

You are wrong.

It is not the urge.

It is the power.

The power.

To push a man into the noose

and keep the white under your nails unblemished.

Look...

..look at my hands.

I am not an animal, Jekyll.

I do not crave the smell of blood.

It feels good.

It feels so good.

The knowledge that your actions carry consequence, that...

..feels good.

Power.

And I want more.

Men like us do.

Men like us?

What was his name?

The man?

Ah...

His name...

I can't... I cannot remember his name.

He never had a name. Then you have killed no-one.

You are changed.

For better?

Or for worse?

Or for better?

I believe both.

Can it be?

I held his body in my arms.

His eyes looked into mine.

He was not no-one.

It cannot be better!

I pledge on you to rid this city of the evil that poisons it,

wherever it may be found.

What, Gabriel, a pledge of evil?

A rid of poison? A city anew?

Where will the evil go? It will be destroyed.

By you?

Yeah.You plan to take on evil, you?

The rules will have to be broken. Beaten.

Torn, ripped, shredded, whatever it takes.

I shall look forward to the desecration.

But now...I have a meeting.

My research never sleeps.

I must away to Hyde.

I shall tell him about our little talk.

I'm sure he'd be most amused by it.

Jekyll, you cannot!

At least, let me come with you.

I cannot lose you to this man.

Leave me to it, Gabriel.

He's the very heart of my work,

and without a beating heart, the blood in my veins would rot.

Jekyll...

Jekyll.

Jekyll!

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

Yes?

He was approaching the New Club around 11 last night

when the killer bumped into him.

The victim called him out on it, asked him to show some manners.

That spurred the brute to fury.

He clawed his cane,

stamped his heavy foot, impatient.

Feral.

Then, bam.

Clubbed the victim to death,

trampled him underfoot.

You'd think he'd stop there.

But no, he went for the old man's chest.

Pulled it open with his nails, then ripped his tongue from his throat.

Were there any witnesses?

A maid in a window nearby.

She mentioned a Mr Hyde.

Do you know him?

I have heard his name.

It is...well known about the town

that you've recently been taken under Carew's wing.

He put me in charge of a project.

You may have heard of it.

A national monument to celebrate...

It's nothing to talk of here.

A most expensive project, no doubt, given the silk of his shirt.

And of yours.

What a lot he's left you.

I'm not sure what you're saying, Officer.

Nothing, sir. I'm simply paying my respects. But I can assure you,

there will be no stones left unturned in this investigation.

No stones left unturned. This is precisely what I asked for.

Now...

..if you would give me some space.

(DOOR CREAKS)

(CLATTERING)

(BANGING)

(CLATTERING)

(BANGING)

Is that you?

Hyde?

(HE PANTS)

I have an urge...

..to look you in the eyes.

Then wrench them out of their sockets.

(HEAVY FOOTSTEPS)

(UTTERSON GROANS)

Mr Utterson.

What are you doing here?

Has Carew made of you a detective as well as a gentleman?

There is nothing of use here.

He must have fled in haste.

I'll be the judge of that.

How can I rely on you to judge?

An outstanding citizen was murdered last night

because of your negligence.

Mind how you speak to an officer of the law.

You mind how you speak to me!

A man of my influence can make your life a living nightmare.

If I were you,

I would consider very carefully what I say next.

Don't make me report you to Chief Constable Murray.

Yes, sir. I apologise, sir.

Oh.

Now...

..what do you have on this Hyde?

Not much, sir. Most likely hiding.

Could be any crevice or close in the city of Edinburgh.

If you learn anything, you come to me first. Understood?

Yes, sir.

You should have seen him on the ground, gutted like a rat.

Please, Gabriel, spare me the detail.Why?

Has Hyde filled you in already?

Hyde has gone one step too far.

Believe me, I'm as horrified as you are.Is he here now?

No. No, he's gone. I swear to you, he's gone.

Where?Be gentle, Utterson. I'm in shock. Please.

Now is the time to talk.

Jekyll, there may be no other.

He wanders the streets sometimes.

Usually in the vaults, but...

..sometimes he strays into town.

Where would he go next?

What did you tell the police?

Well, you are not mad enough to hide him?

No. No, I swear to you he's gone.

I received this letter from him this morning.

He claims that he's done something terrible and had to flee the city.

I thought it strange at the time, but now it's starting to make sense.

He says there's no use in searching for him.

Where's the envelope?

I burnt it, in the fire.

Burnt it?I never thought that Hyde was capable of such things.

You have to believe me, Utterson.

What spell does he have on you?

You are culpable for letting him into your life, into our world.

He's gone.

It is over.

I promise.

We've nothing more to fear from him.

Indeed.

Henry, can you bring me your cane?

What?Your cane.

The one I gave you, with the brass handle,

engraved with your initials. Where is it?I don't know.

What do you want my cane for? Bring it to me. Now.

Slow down, it's...

It must be in the coat rack somewhere.

Is it?No, I don't know where it is. Tell me what this is...

Hyde beat Carew to death with your cane.

Left it at the scene.

The only reason you are here now is because I made sure

to pick it up before the police did. He tried to frame me, Gabriel.

Oh, Gabriel, you kind soul, I don't know how to repay you.

Put me in your will.

I am the only one that could ever protect you, in life or in death.

I lay my life fully in your hands.

But please, Gabriel, if you feel the urge to purge me, just do it quick.

I would do nothing to hurt my friend.

Hyde, on the other hand...

..I will stop at nothing until he's out of our lives for good.

If Utterson says it, it must be so.

For Carew.

Just don't do anything foolish in the meantime.

Oh, thank you, Gabriel. How much I thank you!

Poole...take good care of your master, he is in some state.

This man Hyde, he is still out there.

Bolt all the doors into the house, including the back door.

Do you understand?I do, sir.

As you know, nothing happens under this roof that I do no know about.

I may be able to be of some help.

Don't be afraid, Poole. I will stop at nothing

until this monster is out of our lives for good.

(DOOR OPENS)

Mr Utterson.

(DOOR CLOSES)

I see your desk has grown.

I can't imagine how hard this must be for you.

It's a tragic loss to this city.

Is there anything we can do to honour Sir Danvers?

Carry his coffin up the High Street in silence.

Finish with a gun salute at the castle.

Anything less would be disrespectful

for the man who has built this city. Precisely so.

I will make it my duty to carry on his legacy,

realise the vision he has left me.

Then you will be pleased to hear

that the vaults have been left alone, as you requested.

I thought you should know.

Blow them up.

Did I hear that correctly?

Do it soon.

Hyde cowers in the Cowgate vaults.

I shall not allow him shelter under my city.

Evict the residents, then set the place aflame.

Bury him alive.

Crush his teeth and bones with dynamite.

(DOOR SLAMS)

Ah!

Who let you in?

Mabel, sir. You asked me to... Mabel shouldn't have let you in

without my permission. You don't go into another man's house like that!

I apologise, sir. Manners, that's another thing

you people are missing. Do you want me to stop, sir?No.

No, no. Carry on.

That man who was haunting the vaults, has he come of late?

I've seen neither hide nor hair of him.Sir.

Very well.

You may go.

The council will throw all of you out.

Out of the vaults.

Out of the city.

Sir, you promised to help us. It is Hyde.

They know he is down there

and will stop at nothing until he is dead.

They will evict and blow the place up with explosives

just to make sure he is perished.

And to think we put all our faith in you.

But you do not care, sir.

Your stomach does not turn in the face of cruelty, does it?

If Hyde...

..was to be caught first, then...

..the council would have no reason to evict the vaults.

I have the man in my pocket.

It would be a simple phone call.

Caught? He is an animal... I can make it worth your while.

If you bring me Hyde's head on a stick,

I'll make it my life's duty to make you my prince.

No, forget the stick.

Lay his body like meat on a plate in front of my house.

I am not a killer, sir. You are a coward, then!

Do you want to end like your friend, hanging from the noose?

Or do you want to act like a man and do what needs to be done?

For your family.

And for the city.

For Carew.

Hyde is no more killing rats

but destroying those who are making this city great.

Who will he kill next?

I'm not saying that he doesn't deserve...Ssh!

I promise I will take care of you.

I will give you an alibi. You were here with me all the time.

Plastering the walls.

Mabel will confirm.

I cannot.

You did not take my pound, Tennant.

Your safety is now more expensive.

"Dr Henry Jekyll cordially requests

"the pleasure of your company for dinner

"at 17 Heriot Row, Edinburgh,

"Friday, seven o'clock."

Pig's tongue in Normandy sauce.

A French speciality.

Good God.

We have long neglected the pig as a subject of good food.Hm.

After tonight, we shall see the beast in a whole new light.

Mm. Better sauce than leeches, hey, Utterson?Hm.

What are those rings?

Apple fritters. The sweetness goes beautifully with the pig.Oh.

Apple.

Has the pig overcome original sin?

Or is the sin yours for killing the beast?

(HE CHUCKLES)

Honestly, Utterson, once you get over it,

you'll realise you've never put anything better in your mouth.

My own tongue can already be found there. Is this one better?

It is blunter, I believe.

And quieter.

Ah.

To Sir Danvers Carew,

with whom we three last dined.

To Carew.

Hold on a second.

Here I come.

Carew.

Tragic, tragic loss.

Old bastard was sick as a dog anyway.

Should have seen his blood.

I swear, it was more like treacle than blood.

You could have stuck a fork in it.

At least it was quick. Saved him months of misery.

Are you suggesting Hyde should be thanked?

Have they found him yet, this Hyde fellow?

Has he been found, Jekyll? Does anyone know where he is?

I believe he has friends in this part of town.

He was friends with your assistant, was he not, Jekyll?

Strange company you keep.

I had hoped that we would not talk of work tonight.

Oh, no?

When did you last talk of anything else?

Ah, Poole.

You shall have to give me the recipe, Poole.

Your tongue is an assault on my tastebuds.

Lanyon, show some respect. Why, it is our joke.

Is it not, Poole?

Oh, her rump on my hand is an image I shall offer her

until she backs into it.

Ah, always good to see you, Dr Lanyon.

Say proven when I cannot.

See? We are friends.

Ah, very good.

Where was I?

Visiting the blood rushing from my head.

Oh, yes, er, Carew has left you in charge now.

Is that it? What did you have on him?

There comes a moment, Lanyon - perhaps some day you may face it -

there comes a moment when you must either step up or step away.

I simply stepped up.

Hm. You may very, very well step up.

You may even jump or vault, my friend,

but you'll always be...Utterson.

Scavenger.Ooh. (HE CHUCKLES)

Like a crab.

Crab.

As a gentleman, you should know

how to resist the urge to chatter with impertinence.

Are you familiar with this young Austrian psychiatrist, er,

Dr Sigmund Freud, Jekyll?

He claims expertise in urges.

I'm much familiar with the work of Dr Freud.

Doesn't surprise me. More unscientific balderdash.

(JEKYLL SCOFFS) How could urges be scientific?

We drink.

We want to fight or fuck.

It is straightforward.

So you blame the drink, hm?

That's the cause.

Potions.

Have you no care for what we are beyond meat,

beyond the fluids and flesh that hang from our bones?

You spend your time arguing about science.

And all the meanwhile, evil crawls under your door.

We study, we observe. You observe men like Hyde.

I observe all sorts of men.

While you sit and observe...

..I take action.Do you think chasing Hyde will redeem your sins?

So simple, all evil thought in one man.

It is my duty to find and purge the world of men like him.

If he be Mr Hyde,

I be Mr Seek.

Lanyon is right. If it wasn't for Hyde killing Carew,

you wouldn't be here cultivating this discourse with me.

If it wasn't for you, Hyde wouldn't have killed anyone.

It must be so. Here, Lanyon, God is at our table.

He has all the answers. We must bow down to him.

You are in no position to talk to me like that!

I do not trust you have truly quit this man.

It is lucky...

..I have the matter under control.

What are you planning, Utterson?

It is already done.

I have, er...

..stepped up.Right, that's it, we're done here.

Get the hell out of my house! Out of my sight!

Get out!

(HE GROANS)

He is no more gentleman than I am.

His family will contest the will.

Although if Utterson drew it up, they may...

(HE ROARS AND GROWLS)

My dear little man.

(HE LAUGHS MANICALLY)

I can declare that the council

have renounced their decision to evict the vaults.

Vouch for me, my dear little men.

This calls for a celebration.

Bring me your finest wine.

No wine?

What are we, animals?

A barrel of that shitty piss then.

Ugh!

(HE PANTS)

(HE LAUGHS)

Little girl.

Come to me.

Yes, you.

You, come. Come.

Come!

Don't you want to talk to me? Come here.

Come here. Don't be afraid.

I have something for you. (HE LAUGHS)

Don't be afraid.

Ah.

He can no longer hurt you.

You are safe now.

With me.

(BELL RINGS)

(BANGING)

(HE GROANS)

(BELL RINGS)

(HE COUGHS)

(BANGING AT DOOR)

(BANGING AT DOOR)

(BELL RINGS)

Mr Utterson.

The dead seem to follow you about, sir.

This is Hyde's work.

Do you know anyone with the initials G-J-U?

No, I am framed.

I left it last night at Dr Jekyll's.

We had a...disagreement.

And he sent Mr Hyde to frame you.

Yes.

Yes, yes, that is it.

Occam would not have it so.

Would Dr Jekyll be able to direct us to Mr Hyde?

He's the only one who ever can.

Dr Jekyll has great control over this madman

to persuade him to do his dirty work.

I know many who'd like a Hyde of their own.Oh, no.

He's no blood on his hands.

But if he's enabled a monster, we must not delay.

This blood is fresh. He will not talk to you.

I am the only one that can discover Hyde's location.

You are not an officer of the law.

Would you arrest a gentleman?

We both know who the law serves.

You threaten me?No, no, no.

I imagine you have children, Officer.

I have four.Ah.

Surely you must know, children aren't safe in this city.

You should go to them.

Keep them safe.

My master came back late last night

and locked himself in the laboratory.

I've been calling Dr Lanyon, but there's no answer.

(GROWLING) That is Hyde's voice we're hearing.

I told you to barricade the doors. How did he get in?

(HOWLING)

He can be found wherever Dr Jekyll is.

(SHOUTING)

(SHOUTING) I must free him.

Where is your key?

I'm afraid it's inside.

(SHOUTING CONTINUES)

Stand back. Stand back.

No!

No!

(GROWLING)

(HE GROWLS)

(GROWLING AND SNARLING)

No!

(GROWLING)

(SNARLING)

No!

Help me! No!

I need you.

Help me.

Agh!

Agh! Agh!

(GURGLING)

The doctor is dead.

Hyde has escaped.

Fled through the back door.

He remains at large.

Yes, sir.

In case he returns, I shall stay here to look after you.

It's what Dr Jekyll would have wanted.

He has...

..after all...

..left it all to me.

(MANIC CHUCKING)

(SNARLING)

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