(BIG BEN TOLLS)
(ANGRY) You were lying to me all along!
Using me!
Like you used everyone else!
- I gave you what you wanted. - No!
It's what YOU wanted.
Here you are!
If you create monsters,
you should be prepared for the consequences.
I didn't create a monster, I merely woke one up.
Urgh!
(SCREAMS)
(POLICE WHISTLE BLOWS)
Wait there! (BLOWS WHISTLE)
Mind where you're going!
- Ohh! - Oi, leave that girl alone!
(GROWLS)
Oi!
Hyde!
(ROARS)
(CHATTER)
Argh!
There you go. That didn't hurt, did it?
Hello there.
Don't be scared.
It's really nothing.
You should listen to Dr Jekyll. He will make you superstrong,
able to fight off every nasty disease.
Don't worry, I won't tell her this is your first day.
He can do magic.
It's not magic.
It's medicine.
It's much stronger than magic.
Grrr....
Grrr!
- Here. - (LONG BLAST OF HORN)
Whoaaa! (CRIES OUT)
- (GASPS) - (ELEPHANT TRUMPETS)
(COUGHS)
(GROANS)
Move out!
Get out! Get out!
(WAILS)
(DEEP, PECULIAR LAUGH)
Robert!
- (DEEP MOAN) - Robert!
(GIRL GROANS)
(COMMOTION)
We'll get you home.
- What just happened to me? - It's all right.
Here. Your pills.
- It's never been this bad before. - We need to get you away from here.
We don't want people asking lots of questions.
I have lots of questions, Father.
'Robert Jekyll, who was working alongside his foster father,
Dr Vishal Najaran,
lifted the weight of the ten-ton lorry with his bare hands,
allowing the terrified girl to crawl free.'
Show me.
They should have put you on the front page, Robert.
I expect you will be getting many proposals of marriage in the next post.
- I only did what anyone else would have done. - This is too ridiculous.
It is written like something from cheap adventure story.
'His muscled arms were trembling with the superhuman effort.'
Don't be so stuffy. Let Robert have his time in the spotlight.
Look, I'm not a hero, Amma. All I want is to be a good doctor.
And you ARE one, Robert.
Except the clinic fell down on his head on his first day at work!
Come on, Ravi, just got time to drop you to school.
Vishal?
We made a promise...
that we would keep the boy away from the world
and the world away from him.
- Good Lord! - Everything all right?
This arrived this morning from the cuttings agency, Hils. Read it.
'Heavy rains threaten tea harvest.' Well, that's a blow.
No. Underneath. See the name, Hils!
Dr Robert Jekyll...
- Good Lord! - My words exactly. In the same order.
Good followed by Lord. And an exclamation mark.
And I never use an exclamation mark unless it's entirely necessary.
Who'd have thought he'd be tucked away in Ceylon, of all places?
This calls for a letter.
'My dear Dr Jekyll.
I am writing from the law firm...
.. Gabriel Utterson in London as a matter of some urgency.'
- It came special delivery! - Special delivery!
- And what is the gist of it? - Er, blah blah blah...
It's a lot of turgid legal talk.
'I request that you travel to London to discuss the settlement of your family estate.'
What family estate?
- Here, there's a ticket. - Special delivery.
Yes, special delivery.
- Much money will be yours, sir! - Yes.
Oh, sorry.
Show me the letter, Robert.
It's not fair that you're going off on an adventure
and leaving me behind. It will be so boring here without you.
- I will be back before you know it. - Bring me a souvenir.
- What do you want? - A policeman's helmet.
I am famous at school, you know.
Brother of the famous strong man of Rambukkana.
- Everyone is talking about you. - (CLEARS THROAT)
Ravi, I need to speak to Robert.
OK, Taththa.
That helmet, Robert, you have to steal it!
I have increased the dosage of your pills
- and made enough to last eight weeks. - That will be more than enough.
I don't intend to stay in London any longer than I need.
Robert...
You will need a coat. It will be cold in England.
I'd rather not go at all.
You've always told me you know nothing about my real parents and...
I was happy with that.
Have you never been curious?
It scares me.
Why was I abandoned as a baby?
Was it because of this... thing inside me?
Try it on.
It fits me.
- Whose was it? - A friend.
(HOOTS)
(HUBBUB)
- I will come with you as far as Colombo. - Right.
MAN: Look! There is Dr Jekyll! He's a life saver!
Dr Jekyll! Dr Jekyll!
I'm not going. No good can come of it.
Robert, there's something your father wants to say to you.
- That coat... - (CHILDREN PESTER ROBERT)
Please. Please.
Move away. Move away. Let him be.
- Yakshia! - What? - You are cursed!
- Get off me! - Yakshia! Yakshia! I know you!
- (WHISTLE) - Leave him alone. - The train is going to leave without you!
Tell the boy, Vishal.
Robert, we haven't been quite straight with you.
That coat belonged to your father.
What do you mean?
You said you never knew him!
You buy the flower! It will lift the curse!
Robert, you are getting upset. You should take one of your pills.
That's your answer to everything! Take a pill!
You're no better than her with her flower!
- I wanted to tell you, son. - But I'm not your son, am I?
Your father made us promise that we'd never tell you about him.
- You've always known who I am! - The train, Robert!
We'll talk on the journey, not here.
You lied to me! Why would I want you to come with me?
- Son! Please! - You... are not my father!
(GASPS)
Maybe this man in London can tell me the truth! Like YOU should have done!
- Robert! - (TRAIN HOOTS)
(LOW GROWLING)
(SNARLING)
He... is... coming. (SNARLS)
Your powerful one.
You will be helpless... before him.
He has woken
and there will be death.
(SNARLS)
- Steady... - (GROWLS)
He is a man within a man.
Unstoppable.
The old gods are rising.
Don't worry. We are ready.
(GROWLS)
(YELPS)
(WHIMPERS AND GRUNTS)
(CLEARS THROAT)
Well?
You were right, Mr Bulstrode, sir. A harbinger.
Dear God, I haven't seen one of those in years.
He was talking about someone coming, someone powerful.
Then we must be prepared. Put all our agents on high alert.
Pull more in if you can.
You believe what it said, sir? A twisted, monstrous thing like that?
Harbingers may be twisted and monstrous, Hannigan,
they may spread chaos and death and turn your mind inside out,
but they never lie.
There's something big coming, and we need to be ready.
But what, sir?
His name is Robert Jekyll.
'Dear Amma and Taththa, can you ever forgive me?
I behaved liked a spoilt child when I left
and I can think of nothing else.
I said some very hurtful things that I didn't mean at all.
It's only that I'm so confused and unsettled by this trip to England
and the idea that I might find my real father.
Who is he? Who am I?
I don't know any more.
(GULLS CRY)
There should be someone to meet me. They said they'd send a car.
- Oh! - I'm so sorry. - It's my fault.
I wasn't paying attention.
I've lost my mother. She gets confused.
I shall look a fool
if all I've brought back from Ceylon is her jewellery and I've lost her.
I took my eyes off her for one second.
Wait here for me.
I say? I say? I say...
Hey! Hey!
Hey!
Leave her alone.
They're nothing to do with you, mate.
This is a big boys' game.
But we'll have a little fun with you anyway, shall we?
No!
Think you're tough, do you?
Please! Get off me!
Now... Hang on a minute.
(GRUNTING)
(NECK CLICKS)
(THE LADY GROANS)
(GASPS)
I am... I'm sorry.
I completely forgot myself. Are you all right?
I'm... Yes. I'm fine.
Here. Here.
Sorry. Here.
I must find my mother.
Hey! Hey! Wait!
Wait!
(GENERAL CHATTER, GULLS CRY)
- Mr Jekyll! - Sorry? Yes?
I'm Hilary Barnstaple. Call me Hil, cos everybody does.
Except my father. Calls me Larry, just as a little joke.
Mr Utterson sent me to pick you up. This way.
- Here we are. - Thank you.
Robert? Max Utterson.
Welcome to London.
I'll take your luggage on to your hotel for you.
(TYRES SQUEAL)
I hope she didn't drive too fast. She's a maniac behind the wheel.
I'll try and be as swift in settling your business.
I gather you want this all wrapped up soonest.
How much do you know about your real family, Robert?
Nothing. I was always told that I was found abandoned in a hospital
by my foster father Dr Najaran.
My father, Gabriel Utterson,
he passed away recently and I've been trying to put his affairs in order.
- Oh, I'm sorry. - Thank you.
But that's a very old painting.
He was well into his 90s, working right up to the end,
which is what killed him, I'm afraid. Heart attack.
I found his body not three feet from where you're sitting.
He'd been burning papers in that stove,
trying to destroy some old client files.
Died before he could finish the job.
Dr Jekyll?
Not me, surely?
No. Henry Jekyll. Long dead.
My father was his lawyer and best friend.
It's his fortune that I an trying to find a good home for.
- Do you believe that I'm related to him somehow? - Somehow.
The paperwork is murky and incomplete,
but I'll tell you what I know.
At about the time this portrait was painted,
Dr Jekyll visited my father and asked him to change his will.
Edward Hyde? You want to leave everything to Edward Hyde?
- Everything. I have no wife or children. - This is madness, Henry.
- Hyde has a reputation for -- - For what?
For violence and debauchery and...
This is none of your business, Gabriel.
- I've made my decision. - By Hyde is a monster!
(WAILS)
Shortly afterwards, Hyde murdered a politician, Sir Danvers Carew,
and then disappeared off the face of the earth.
To make matters worse, Dr Jekyll promptly committed suicide.
So there was no-one to pass the estate on to?
Not officially, no. But it seems the good Dr Jekyll
left behind an illegitimate son called Louis.
- Well, is he still alive? - My best guess is that to avoid scandal,
the boy was sent away and brought up in secret,
- under a different name. - What name?
The only mention I can find of someone who might be him was this...
From the war.
'Captain Louis Hyde, who had showed great bravery and... extraordinary strength
in capturing a Turkish gun emplacement,
was severely wounded in the engagement.
His life was saved on the battlefield by a doctor serving in the Indian Expeditionary Force, Dr...
.. Dr Vishal Najaran.'
Robert should be there by now.
I won't sleep until his postcard from England arrives
- and I know he's safe. - Nothing bad is going to happen.
(FAINT BARKS OF DOG)
(SNARLING)
(SNARLS)
Your foster father knew a Louis Hyde.
And this is all you know about him?
While recovering in a military hospital,
Louis Hyde shot and killed a British officer and fled.
Like Edward Hyde before him, he then disappears from history.
- I lied to you before, Mr Utterson. - Please, call me Max.
Max.
I told you I knew nothing of my true family.
But... apparently this coat belonged to my father.
LH. Louis Hyde.
- Well, it wouldn't stand up in court... - I wouldn't want it to.
I want nm to do with this.
We're talking about a house and a great deal of money.
- It's tainted, Max. - Don't you think you're being a little melodramatic?
Am I? Henry Jekyll killed himself.
His friend murdered a politician.
His son murdered a fell officer in Turkey, and I...
- What about you? - Nothing.
Good. For one moment I thought you were going to tell me
you were a murderer as well! You seem like such a nice boy!
I wish your father had burnt everything!
I wish that I was still in Ceylon and knew nothing about this.
Dr Najaran is my father, Gurinder is my mother,
and that is the end of it.
- Ravi, will you see where that girl's got to? - OK, Taththa.
There's so many places out there.
(SNARLS)
(SNARLING)
(GASPS)
(GROWLING)
Good evening. Sorry to drop in unexpectedly like this.
Actually, I'm not sorry at all. You wouldn't get far in my work
if you went about the place feeling sorry all the time, would you?
My name is Captain Dance and I'm here to ask you a few questions.
I don't understand. Questions? Are you with the British Army?
If I were with the British Army,
would I do this?
Or this?
- Or this? - (SQUEALS)
- Are you insane? - Quite possibly, yes.
Right, questions.
Where is Robert Jekyll?
He's not here.
Yes, I know that, or I wouldn't be asking you, would I?
So, where is he?
I would die before I told you anything about our son.
Oh.
How about your wife? Are you happy for her to die?
I really don't mind shooting her too.
- You are too late. He has gone. - (RUMBLING)
(WHISTLES)
Your house is on fire, your child has flown.
Tell me where to find him, and I will let you alone.
No!
Colombo. Suez.
Naples.
Gibraltar.
Well, now, it doesn't take Sherlock Holmes
to deduce where your little treasure is heading.
- London... calling. - (GURINDER WHIMPERS)
Er, yesterday...
Er, at the docks, you dropped this.
I should have brought it before, but I had business.
Thank you.
Please. Won't you come in?
I hope you don't mind, I had to look inside to find your address.
It's lucky I didn't leave my revolver in there...
or any stolen diamonds.
- Yes. - That was a joke.
Er, no. Yes, of course.
I'm Robert Jekyll, by the way.
Lily Clarke. But then you already know that.
- Yes. - (CHUCKLES) This way.
(WIRELESS ON)
- (TURNS IT OFF) - I, erm, I do hope you found your mother all right?
- She was having a cup of tea in the Customs House. - (BUZZER)
I'm sorry, that's her now. Please, can you wait?
- Well, I should really -- - I insist.
Make yourself at home.
And finally there.
Thank you.
Right, welcome on board. You are now officially an invisible man.
- Keep me informed, won't you? - Yes, Mr Bulstrode.
Those documents are really just a formality.
- Brannigan does like his paperwork. - Yes.
Yes, I'd already signed the Official Secrets Act on my first day at MI6, actually.
The difference between us and MI6, Mr Sackler,
is that people are aware of MI6.
This department truly is a secret service.
- You cannot tell anyone what you do. - Oh don't worry, Mr Bulstrode.
This is quite a promotion for me.
As the poet said, 'Your secret's safe within my heart
And my heart belongs to you,... darling.'
Ha! You like poetry, Mr Sackler?
Well, I've a little ditty for YOU.
'The secrets you learn here
Will stay locked inside your head.
You breath one word outside this room
And bang bang bang, you're dead!'
Sorry about that. Mother's taken to her bed.
She's finding it all very confusing being back in England.
- Well, um, I should go. - No, stay! I'll make some tea.
After all, you did save my life.
Still doesn't give me the right to...
.. to do what I did... yesterday.
I was scared you'd slam the door in my face.
- You have a nice face. - So you are able to forgive me?
You're so... stiff and formal, aren't you?
- Have you spent your whole life in Ceylon? - Yes.
Well, this is London, Robert. We do things differently here.
I just don't want you to think that I go around kissing complete strangers.
It was rather unexpected,
but not totally... unpleasant.
Robert? Do you want me to call a doctor?
No, no, no, it's fine. Really.
It's a... It's a condition. I was born with it.
- You have more pills? - Yes, in my hotel.
Really, it's nothing. If ever I'm under stress...
Stress?
I was only offering you a cup of tea.
(DOOR CREAKS)
As you know, Mr Sackler, MI5 deals with domestic security,
MI6 with foreigners.
This department, MIO -- Military Intelligence Other --
- deals with supernatural threats. - I don't understand.
Ghosts. Ghouls. That sort of thing.
- Zombies, vampires, shape-shifters... - Monsters, Mr Sackler!
We deal with monsters.
- It is our job to make sure nobody's nightmares come true. - (LAUGHS)
(LAUGHS MOCKINGLY)
What, surely you can't be serious? I mean, there are no monsters.
That is only because this department has been so effective over the years.
I don't want the money.
I'm going straight to Utterson's office, tell him I'm going home.
- What are you running away from? - I'm not running away.
- Aren't you? - I'm going home, Lily!
I left Ceylon after some stupid argument with my parents.
All I want is to make things right.
Surely you won't go straightaway, though?
My one regret is that I won't get to know YOU properly.
(BUZZER)
It's Mother again. I'm... I'm sorry.
- I'll be right back. - Of course, of course.
Bloody old woman!
(TRAIN HOOTS)
Dr Jekyll? Dr Jekyll? Begging your pardon, sir.
- Dr Jekyll? - What is it?
- Telegram, sir. - I don't want to be disturbed.
It's urgent, like. It's from Ceylon.
No...
(HUGE CRY OF DESPAIR)
(GASPING)
Urgh!
(PANTING)
(ROARS)
(GROANS AND GRUNTS)
(SNARLS)
(GROWLS)
(SNARLING)
(GRUNTS)
(REPEATED SHORT GROANS)
(WAILS LIKE AN ANIMAL)
(EVIL LAUGH)
Very well done, Mr Wax.
Analyse the pills, Mr Brannigan. Extract what we need from them.
Do you mind me asking why Robert Jekyll is so important?
Because he's a monster. And monsters are our business.
I can't help but feel like all this is some sort of elaborate joke, some ritual to tease the new boy.
Yes. I wasn't entirely straight with you, Mr Sackler.
When I said that we'd got rid of ALL the monsters,
some of them work for us.
(CHUCKLES)
(SOFT CHUCKLES)
(CLICKING OF A TELEGRAM)
This just in from Ceylon, sir.
It seems Jekyll's family have been killed in a fire.
And there's evidence that one of the bodies had been shot.
- Tenebrae have made their opening move. - What's Tenebrae? - The enemy, Sackler.
Do you suppose we should we be flapping our hands in panic
- and chewing the furniture, sir? - That is not the British way, Mr Brannigan.
We will calmly and quietly go about our business
and prepare for a very bloody fight.
This will be something to tell your grandchildren, Mr Sackler.
Except I would have to kill you if you did.
(BANGING AND GLASS SMASHING)
I shall deal with this.
(BANGING)
Dr Jekyll?
Dr Jekyll, is everything all right?
(THUD AND BANGING)
What is going on in there?
(WOOD SMASHING)
Right, down to reception. I need...
Hm...
(GROANS)
- Can't you read? - Dr Jekyll...
(WHISTLES NONCHALANTLY)
(LIVELY CHATTER FROM INSIDE)
(GROANS)
Hm...
Come on! Come on, use your strength!
Come on! Push him!
(BLUESY PIANO)
(LAUGHS)
Useless! (THROWS COINS AWAY)
(LAUGHS TRIUMPHANTLY)
- Here. - You want something?
Answers. You got any?
No, I didn't think so.
Can any of you miserable lowlifes tell me what is going on?
Sit down.
Behave yourself. You don't know these people.
Oh, but I'm having fun.
Not for much longer if you don't look out.
You know, I'd like to tell you a story.
- I've heard every story there is. - No, no. You haven't heard this one.
Try me.
Once upon a time... there was this little boy.
All his life he tried to be good, tried to do the right thing.
- And where do you think that got him? - I don't know, darling.
- Where did it get him? - Right... here.
In this charming rat hole! (LAUGHS)
Everything he loved in the whole world. Gone. Poof!
So, what good did it ever do him, being good?
(PSEUDO PATHETIC TONE) Oh dear, I seem to have got it all wrong.
(ANGRILY) Oh, do shut your face!
You're a very confused young man, aren't you?
- Who exactly are you? - Oh, no, no.
No, that's not the question.
The question is, what am I?
You're a pain in the arse is what you are.
Oh, come now. Is it really wrong to enjoy yourself? Thank you.
No, no. Leave it Tommy. Leave it.
So long as nothing gets broken.
(SIGH OF PLEASURE)
Is it really my fault if things get broken when I'm having fun?
I'm warning you.
You know, I should like to have some fun with YOU.
You look like a fun sort of person.
(HUMS)
(LAUGHS DRUNKENLY)
(KNUCKLES CRUNCH)
- What do you think you're doing? - (HUBBUB)
Who are you, boy? What's your name?
- Do I know you? - What's your name?
Dr Robert Jekyll at your service.
(LOW GRUNTS)
Ready to kill all known germs.
So...
Who would like to dance with me?
(JAZZ NUMBER PLAYS)
♪ Come, get together
♪ Let the dance floor feel your leather
♪ Step as lightly as a feather
♪ Let yourself go
♪ Come, hit the timber
♪ Loosen up and start to limber
♪ Can't you hear that hot marimba?
♪ Let yourself go
♪ Let yourself go, relax
♪ And let yourself go, relax You've got yourself... ♪
Hm...
Hey. Boy.
Come here.
- Come with me. - It's over. Get back to your seats.
Next one of you I see fighting is gonna know about it.
- Hit it, Willy. - (PIANO PLAYS)
- (GROANS) - Fight it, boy.
Keep that fire in your belly or you're a dead man.
What's happening? I'm tired.
Just stay angry. Here...
Here's something might make you fume.
- I'm stabbed. - I'm gonna murder him.
Someone beat you to it.
- We can't have a stiff on our hands! - He's not gonna die.
Not if he's what I think he is. Listen, boy,
some motherless beggar has stuck you bad.
Now you think on him, the miserable slimy little coward --
I'll murder him! I'll tear him open! I'll eat his liver!
Good, good. Rage against the darkness, boy.
- Kiss him. - You what?
- It's not like you never kissed a man before. - YOU kiss him.
- He's nothing to me. - Just do it, girl.
It might just save him.
My dear God, let me be doing the right thing.
(SHARP GROAN)
(ALMIGHTY ROAR)
(SLOW HEARTBEAT)
(HEARTBEAT QUICKENS)
Tenebrae. Mean anything to you?
You. It's about you.