Émission TV: Jekyll - 1x5
My condition is unprecedented.
Nothing like this has ever happened before.
Don't!
Just stop, just stop now!
Why?
Tell me Daddy, what's the big deal about Claire?
Oh, Daddy!
I'm not married to you!
Yes, you are.
Get used to it.
Klein & Utterson exist to follow you.
You are its sole purpose.
No, for God's sake, no!
Please!
Claire!
No!
You have some questions?
A few, yes.
You have my husband in a box!
It's Hyde we want.
So who is he now?
How do you know which one he's stabilised as?
We open the box.
Sorry Poole, mislaid my keys.
Good morning, Dr Jekyll.
Subtitles: Nathbot {\a7}We weren't sure when you'd be returning.
{\a7}Will you be requiring breakfast?
No, I think I've eaten.
I have.
I've eaten.
Any messages?
One caller, the same gentleman as before.
He said he would call back after ten o'clock this evening.
Gentlemen do not call after ten o'clock.
I could contact the police if you're concerned.
Alice said his manner was odd.
I have business with this man.
We are...
...connected.
He spoke to Alice?
The maid, yes, sir.
He came to the kitchen door this time.
I'll talk to her.
Is she still in the kitchen?
Dr Jekyll, I could send for her.
Alice.
{\a7}You had a caller today.
He's coming back tonight.
Ten o'clock tonight.
Mr Hyde scares me.
Mr Hyde scares me very much.
But not half as much as that man today and his questions. "
The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde."
My wife thinks I should throw it in the fire.
But my publisher is interested.
You called at the house while I was out today.
You spoke with the maid.
Yes, I'm sorry.
Background details, you know.
I have provided you with sufficient details.
You've kept within the limits of what we agreed?
I elaborated for colour, altered for economy.
It has the appearance of a fiction, but the substance of the facts.
Just as you wished.
It lacks only an ending.
An ending will present itself shortly.
How?
I will die.
I can no longer control the changes.
I thought you said the potion controlled the changes.
At the beginning, yes.
Hyde comes when he chooses, now.
Each time, he weakens me, reduces me.
I can feel it.
I'm sorry.
I'm not.
If I die, he dies too.
People aren't stupid.
This tale is not in my normal style.
There are those, a few, who might suspect its origins in truth.
In a tale of a potion that can transform its hero into a demon...
I am not a hero and it is not a tale.
Such an account might set some thinking about this potion.
There are those who'd wish to possess such a thing.
I know.
Then why should this tale be told?
It is not a tale.
It is a trap.
The secret of this potion, you are certain it is known to you alone?
Oh, yes.
You are wrong.
It is known to one other.
Who?
Me.
I only want to know if I'm right.
One never quite knows who's listening.
The secret of Dr Jekyll's potion.
Nothing will appear in my account.
You can trust me.
You will tell no one?
You have my word.
It dies with you.
Dr Jekyll's last secret.
Oh, Tom.
Oh, my God.
You've chained him.
Claire?
Claire, be careful.
Help me, Claire.
I can't see your face.
I can't move.
I need to see your face.
I can't move my head.
Paralysis?
No, can't be.
Why have you chained him?
Thing is...
If he's stabilised as Hyde...
Well...
What?
The process would make him more extreme.
Worse?
Stronger.
He doesn't look stronger to me.
Claire.
It's me.
Please.
It's me.
I can't move.
Our honeymoon.
Where did we go?
What?
You heard me.
Our honeymoon.
Name of the hotel.
The Appleyard.
The Appleyard...
Room 702.
We could see the church...
from the window.
The spire.
You know what?
I'd forgotten the room number.
Claire.
You know what?
Not too close.
He hasn't.
The doctor...
...is out!
Security!
Get security in here now!
He's out of my head, hallelujah!
Home alone.
Oh, this feels good!
Roomy!
Look at all this space!
I could put up shelves!
Where is he?
Where's my husband?
Search me love, he was in here a minute ago.
Turn my back and whoosh!
Not even a tip on the dresser.
Men!
Oh, this feels so peaceful.
Love it!
No more boring little doctor yapping away in the corner.
Honestly, you have no idea. "
Don't do this, don't do that, don't kill her, your turn to shave", and if I'd had one more argument about who was biting the fingernails...
Did that bug you?
The fingernails?
Did he do that when he was with you?
We should talk, you and me!
We're fellow sufferers.
We should have a cup of coffee and a good old chin-wag about him!
The wife...
...and the ex.
Girls together.
All friends now, the bastard's dead.
How can he be dead?
You're still here.
How can he be dead?
Hello again, Mr Hyde.
Appreciate it if you kept right where you are.
The thing about consuming an alter ego, bit like a Chinese.
A minute later, you're hungry again.
Hello, boys!
Mr Hyde, no one here means you any harm but...
we do need to examine you.
Thing is...
Basically, you may not be stabilised yet.
It's for your own good.
Basically.
OK, Mr Basically.
Talk to me like you know me again, in public where people can see, and the next sound you hear will be your own neck snapping.
Do we now have a basis for communication?
Mr Hyde.
Step away from Dr Gilligan.
Yeah.
Necketty neck-neck.
Sorry.
Mr Hyde.
Please step away from Dr Gilligan.
We don't want to hurt you.
I can smell your sweat.
Vegetarian.
Woof!
You've got a dog.
Two dogs.
Big dogs!
I vant to say Alsatian.
Is he correct, Colonel Hart?
Yes, sir.
He's correct.
Mmm, tasty!
57 years-old, ex-smoker.
Gave up...
two years ago?
Yeah, two years ago.
Two years...
...and too late.
It's started already, hasn't it?
Rustling a way down there.
Growing in the dark.
Hello, Mr Tumour.
Goodbye daylight.
Am I right?
Is he right, Colonel Hart?
Yes, sir.
He's right.
'Course, I'm right!
Two years, I'd say, and then it's night-night Colonel Cancer, sir!
Stop it!
Stop that!
Don't you dare do that!
Ho ho, it's the missus...
Leave him alone.
Why?
Because my husband is better than that.
Your husband is gone, Mrs Jackman.
Erased, boiled away and never ever coming back.
Do you get it, Mrs Jackman?
He's dead, Mrs Jackman.
Any questions, Mrs Jackman?
Yes, one.
The Appleyard.
Okay.
Good question.
The Appleyard, room 702.
Now you see, she's smart.
She's the one.
You girls...
You big Mary�s with your guns, you haven't got a clue.
She's the one who's dangerous.
Well?
The Appleyard?
The answer is, I don't know.
You weren't there.
That was our wedding night.
You didn't even exist then.
I don't know.
You don't have Tom's memories, you told me that.
So how can you know about the Appleyard?
I don't know!
I'm getting it.
You throw the bread on the water and the ducks...
eat the bread.
That's the basics, yes.
Mr Hyde?
Mr Hyde, are you alright?
I like feeding ducks.
Is this your usual second date?
I just thought it'd be nice to talk...
...this time.
You don't have to actually throw the bread at the ducks.
I'm getting their attention.
It's quicker.
Mr Hyde?
You're in a park.
You're feeding ducks.
What?
Excuse me?
The bill, please.
Just getting it ready.
Don't want the date part crowding out the sex.
Stop, stop.
Where are you now?
In a restaurant.
You ordered the bill.
You said...
Too fast.
Too much, too fast.
Stop it!
Good boy, shh.
Good boy, good boy.
How's yours doing?
Almost gone.
Can we swap?
I put the work in.
Stop!
What's wrong, what's happening?
Stop!
They did.
They stopped.
What are you seeing right now?
We can't help you unless you tell us.
In a kitchen.
Their kitchen.
I've got rewind.
Look at that.
I've got digital rewind.
It's like Sky+ in here!
Can you explain to us what you're experiencing?
What it's like, what's happening to you?
It's his memories.
It's like I'm downloading his memories.
Big chunks.
Like it's happening.
Tom's memories.
Hence the Appleyard.
Does that mean he's still in there?
Tom's still in there somewhere.
He's alive.
No.
That means he's dead.
The brain is reallocating the memory space.
You killed him, Peter.
Not killed, technically, more like deleted.
Deleted?
I'd be careful if I were you.
Careful.
Three months married and I'm already competing with the television.
I like this film.
Is there nudity?
No.
Okay, then.
I'm back in the game.
Now we're talking.
What're you seeing now?
I finally found the adult channels.
What does that mean?
You know the way you sometimes think men are mentally undressing you?
Peanuts!
She switched channels!
It is not a tale, it is a trap.
Typical woman, it's a costume drama.
The secret of this potion, you are certain it is known to you alone?
Yes.
You are wrong.
It is known to one other.
Who?
Me.
What are you seeing?
What are you seeing now?
Tell us what you see.
It's like Victorian times.
And Daddy's here.
No, not Daddy.
Granddad.
No.
Great-granddad.
Great-great...
whatever.
Dr Jekyll.
The original.
Doesn't look a bit like Spencer Tracy.
How can he have a memory of the original Dr Jekyll?
He was never there.
I don't know.
Race memory?
Race memory doesn't work like that.
For us it doesn't.
Maybe he's got something better.
I only want to know that I'm right.
One never quite knows who's listening.
The secret of Dr Jekyll's potion.
What's he saying?
It's the original pronunciation.
Dear God, he can't actually be there, can he?
Nothing will appear in my account.
You can trust me.
You will tell no one?
It dies with you.
Dr Jekyll's last secret.
It's not a tale.
It is a trap.
What?
Tell us, what?
How long've you been looking for Dr Jekyll's potion?
Cost you a bit, has it?
Burnt a hole in the pocket?
At the beginning.
And you used Jekyll's notes?
His notes, yes.
And what happened when anyone drank it?
They died.
He sent you on a wild goose chase!
With a little bit of murder on the side.
Alice.
Were you listening?
What do you hope to achieve, sir?
Your protection.
With a tale of a magic potion?
D'you think anyone will think that's the truth?
The truth is just a tale told often enough.
The truth is me, sir, and we both know it.
I raise the devil in you, not any potion.
My touch.
My love.
Me.
What?
It's you.
You then, and you now.
You're here...
And you're there.
What d'you mean?
Where am I?
With him.
Back then, with Dr Jekyll.
You're with Dr Jekyll.
You.
It's all about...
you.
Alice.
Oh, Alice.
You're the one thing that keeps me here.
Without you, I'm just...
...him.
Well, do you see?
The one thing that keeps him here.
Keeps him here and keeps you weak.
Look at her!
You will always be weak with her in the world.
She's still alive.
But what if she wasn't?
Imagine.
Oh, imagine.
You could be free.
She keeps you weak.
Only her.
You know what you need.
Claire!
You alright, Mrs Jackman?
What time is it?
Half past three.
In the morning.
We know.
I've already had fifteen separate food cravings.
She drew pictures of the last three.
It passed the time, didn't it?
Four women locked in a room without a single magazine.
Is that some kind of vile experiment?
Can I see that?
Anything in particular?
You've got photographs of Dr Jekyll.
What about the people around him?
His friends?
People he knew?
No, not really.
Members of his household, his servants.
Who's she?
What's happened to her face?
Oh, yeah, the maid.
That's interesting, isn't it?
It's the same thing on this one.
The damage is on the original photograph.
Done at the time, I think.
Like someone was trying to conceal her identity.
Why?
Dr Gilligan?
Get you anything from the canteen?
No...
Oh, yeah.
Something chocolatey.
Dr Gilligan.
Necketty neck-neck.
Syme.
Hello, this is Syme.
Who is this?
The next stage of human evolution.
How much do you get for that, these days?
Mr Hyde?
Where's Dr Gilligan?
Don't know.
Probably down the boozer with his mates, having a laugh.
Mr Hyde...
That lab is secure.
You're in the centre of a secure area.
You can't leave this building...
If I want to leave this building, there's nothing you've got that could stop me.
But you know what?
That's not what I want.
Tell us what you want, Mr Hyde.
Who are you?
What do you want?
I want her.
I want Claire.
You know what I'm thinking?
God forbid you should ever have an unexpressed thought.
I'm thinking about the wastepaper bin.
Sorry?
You'd all need to turn your back.
Oh, for God's sake.
I'm a pregnant woman!
And you're getting nowhere with that lock.
Thumbprint activated.
I'm sure this is a print scanner.
You used to be so good with locks, didn't you, dear?
Technology's running away with me.
Just no fun being locked up anymore.
Like you ever listen when I say that.
So, why you?
I'm sorry?
My husband gave you a job.
Why you?
I'm qualified.
I'm a fully-qualified psychiatric nurse.
Does that come with a uniform?
As far as I know, he's never had any interest in me other than professional.
And I certainly have no interest in him.
Really?
Not my type.
Very much not my type.
Oh, come on.
Is that actually likely?
I mean, just between you and me.
Just us girls together, all good taste and decency aside.
He does spend half his time as a world-class hottie.
Yeah, well, he spends the other half as Mr Hyde!
Oh, you meant the other...
the other way around.
See what I did there?
You have good taste.
Mrs Jackman.
Your husband wants to see you.
He's up at last, is he?
What is he wanting, bacon and eggs?
I'll take you to him.
What does he want?
I'll take you.
Are my children here?
Where are my children?
I need to see them.
They're being looked after and...
we should go.
What's going to happen to her?
Mrs Jackman.
When you're talking to Mr Hyde, keep watching the lights.
If Dr Jackman is in there somewhere, the lights will flicker.
It happens when he's fighting to get out.
Like he needs to draw the energy or something, give himself a leg up.
If he's in there fighting, the lights will flicker.
You're very observant.
He's strong, Mrs Jackman.
And if there's any way for him to come back, he'll come back for you.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
OK, let's go.
So, what about us?
Yes, because quite honestly, desperate for a pee.
We're taking you home.
Oh, no need, we brought the car.
Just point us towards the door.
We're taking you home.
No need.
No problem.
Oh, my God.
Mrs Jackman.
Hi honey, I'm home.
Oh, you're scared.
Love that.
And just a little bit excited.
A teensy-weensy bit.
Or is that me?
Well?
On their way.
Moment alone with the wife, boys?
Oh, nice and private.
What am I, getting lucky or something?
No, you're not getting lucky.
Messing with my head now, Mr Big Scary Man?
I'm so afraid.
D'you know how they killed your husband?
They put him in a box.
Yeah.
They put him in a box.
Couldn't figure it out, at first.
Didn't make any sense.
They didn't give him any drugs, I'd have felt that.
Just one big shot of adrenaline, that's all.
But you know what?
They didn't have to give him drugs.
He was claustrophobic.
All they needed.
His biggest nightmare come true.
Buried alive in a big steel box.
Wired up to keep him fully alert.
Completely aware of every passing second.
Can you imagine?
Afraid of the dark, with your eyes pinned open.
Wouldn't you just die?
That's how they killed him.
They drove him mad, Mrs Jackman.
They drove him out of my head.
They put him in a box.
How do you know he went mad?
Because I'm here and he's not.
No, no, no, no!
The lights won't flicker this time.
There's not enough power in this whole building to put Humpty together again!
He's down a deep dark hole and he's never coming out.
Tom.
Tom, if you're in there, I need you.
I need you now.
Can't hear you, love.
Never gonna hear you again.
But you know, you're right.
There's always a chance, so let's be sure.
Let you and me give him a memory he could never live with.
Tom, I know you're still in there.
You're my husband and you would never hurt me.
And I know you're still in there.
All gone, love.
Hubby's all gone to dust.
Tom, you wouldn't do this.
You would stop this!
Good, you're gonna fight!
I was worried you wouldn't.
I'm gonna scratch your eyes out!
Goodie.
Try, I'd like that.
Tom's never coming back.
Any minute now, Tom won't even want to come back.
Oh, he'll come back, you hear me?
Knock yourself out.
Killing me will not be enough.
Oh, sweetheart.
Not nearly enough.
Mummy?
Hello boys, it's Uncle Billy!
What are you doing to Mummy?
We're playing!
It's play time!
You will not touch my children!
I swear I will kill you if you touch my children!
Syme!
I want ten minutes.
Ten minutes play time.
You will not touch my children.
Make it twenty.
I swear you will not get out of here alive.
I swear it!
What the hell.
Give me half an hour.
I know you can hear me.
You have half an hour.
Gee, thanks Mom!
You're the best!
He's a child.
Give him what he wants and he'll be ours.
Peter?
Are you there?
Peter, if you can hear this, you can't let this happen, Peter, please!
They're your godchildren!
Turn it off.
For Christ's sake, turn it off!
You can't let this happen!
They've turned off the cameras.
All of them.
No one can see or hear us.
Suckers!
We've got half an hour to get out.
Come on, let's get those kiddies home!
We can get out through the floor, which gets us into the next room, then into the corridor.
Hang on.
Yeels!
Next room...
corridor...
no worries.
He's got a good memory, your husband.
Comes in very handy.
You're not gonna hurt us, then?
Oh, take a joke, can't you?
A joke?
You said you were gonna kill us!
And they turned off the cameras.
Let's go home, honey!
I'm supposed to trust you?
You're safe with me.
You're a psychopath, then I'm not safe!
I'm a psychopath with superpowers and you're my girl.
You are not my husband.
It's you keeps saying it, baby.
Changed my mind.
Know the feeling.
You are not Tom!
Tell you what I am.
I'm strong.
I don't care how strong you are.
I'm so strong, I walk through this funny little world of yours and I don't notice it.
It bores me.
But you...
You, Mrs Jackman...
You make me weak.
I notice you.
You've never been safer in your life.
Let's go.
Boys.
Am I your father?
Give me your hands.
It's alright, give me your hands.
Look closer.
You know me.
You always know me.
Am I your father?
Okey-dokey, you first.
Why me?
Fantastic arse!
As you're gonna be taking us home, wouldn't asking our addresses be an idea?
Hang on.
Mr Syme?
No one's in the life support casket now, are they?
I'm getting readings.
Jesus Christ!
Get out of my way!
Get those cameras back on!
Inspection hatch.
They went out through the power room.
Can't go down, there'll be a total lockdown.
So where are we going?
The roof.
Then what?
One thing at a time.
D'you have the same fingerprints as Tom?
No.
That's a thumbprint scanner.
No one gets up there unless they're allowed.
Trust me.
Get the bloody thing open!
My God!
What did he do to you?
He cut off my thumb!
We're getting out here.
Send the lift back down, they'll be tracking us.
We'll take the stairs the rest of the way, it's only two floors.
The wife's making a bit of a fuss, so could you put this in a fridge?
It's for Dr Gilligan.
What is it?
He'll recognise it.
Excuse me, who are you?
That's a point.
Better kill you.
What're you doing?
You're killing him!
Trust me, I'm a psychopath.
Leave him, don't!
But I've started!
You're not gonna kill that man.
Or anyone.
No more killing people, got it?
All day, every day, without killing someone?
What kind of life is that?
It's called marriage, honey.
What am I gonna do with him?
Tie him up.
That takes ages.
There.
He'll be out for twenty minutes.
No, sod it.
We'll take the full hour.
It's OK, don't look.
There's a helipad on the roof?
What about it?
Helipad, yeah.
OK, question.
Quite a big question, if I'm honest.
Can I fly a helicopter?
That's the plan? "
Can I fly a helicopter?"
That's the plan?
Wait.
He had a lesson.
Yeah, he did, he had a lesson.
I thought he did.
I've got him sitting in a helicopter.
No, it's a moped.
No, it's a helicopter.
Oh, Jesus Christ!
Actually, could've been a horse.
His attention really wandered, didn't it?
Mr Hyde.
These weapons are aimed at your wife and your children.
If you hesitate in any way to comply with my instructions, we will first kill the child on your left.
Signal your understanding, but do not speak.
You have a gun in your left hand.
You'll drop it.
No play acting, Mr Hyde.
I know how much they mean to you.
My camera was never switched off.
She makes you weak.
Not that weak.
This organisation has waited over 100 years for you.
There is nothing you can accomplish with that gun...
...that will change a thing.
I will count to five and you will drop it.
One.
Two.
Never gonna make it to five!
Then neither will your children.
Three.
Let my family go, or I'll blow my brains out.
You waited over 100 years, don't miss out now!
Let them go!
No.
Kill yourself.
It's a good plan, I never thought of that.
Kill yourself.
If you're dead, we have no further use for your family.
You can save 'em now.
Just kill yourself.
Blow your brains out.
Can you do it?
Tom Jackman could do it, he loves them enough.
Do you?
Four.
No, don't!
Five.
'Course not.
Too afraid of dying.
Like all children.
You're just a child, Mr Hyde.
We took the man in you away.
As we're up here, I'll take the helicopter now.
I'll take the Jackmans with me.
Where are you taking them?
Where you will follow.
We have your family and you have no choice.
You will come to us.
Welcome to the company, Mr Hyde.
I was hoping for a longer journey.
All three of you.
Go and stand in the beam of the headlights, right in the middle.
This is murder.
No.
No, we're just taking a break.
You must've been a soldier once.
What could possibly be worth all this?
A cure for cancer?
Oh, I see.
You wanna live.
I know the feeling.
I'm supposed to be a superman.
Why am I not a superman?
Daddy?
Why am I not a superman?
Daddy!
I'm supposed to be dangerous.
Why am I not a superman?
Are you listening to me, Daddy?
I'm supposed to be Superman!
Half a man.
For her.
Yes, Mr Hyde, we all know about your little power-draining trick.
But it won't work this time.
Tom Jackman's gone.
There isn't enough power in this entire building to bring him back.
Oh, my God.
My God.
Sorry ladies, not my decision.
Oh, God.
What are we gonna do?
Run!
After them!
This way.
Mr Hyde?
Sorry.
You're not dealing with Junior anymore.
Daddy's home.
I want you to send a message...
...to your boss.
To those people who took my family.
Three words.
We are coming. "
We"?
There is no "we", Tom.
You're alone.
Alone against everyone.
Three words.
We are coming.
Send it.
Sign it... "
Jekyll..."
"...and Hyde".
Nothing like this has ever happened before.
Don't!
Just stop, just stop now!
Why?
Tell me Daddy, what's the big deal about Claire?
Oh, Daddy!
I'm not married to you!
Yes, you are.
Get used to it.
Klein & Utterson exist to follow you.
You are its sole purpose.
No, for God's sake, no!
Please!
Claire!
No!
You have some questions?
A few, yes.
You have my husband in a box!
It's Hyde we want.
So who is he now?
How do you know which one he's stabilised as?
We open the box.
Sorry Poole, mislaid my keys.
Good morning, Dr Jekyll.
Subtitles: Nathbot {\a7}We weren't sure when you'd be returning.
{\a7}Will you be requiring breakfast?
No, I think I've eaten.
I have.
I've eaten.
Any messages?
One caller, the same gentleman as before.
He said he would call back after ten o'clock this evening.
Gentlemen do not call after ten o'clock.
I could contact the police if you're concerned.
Alice said his manner was odd.
I have business with this man.
We are...
...connected.
He spoke to Alice?
The maid, yes, sir.
He came to the kitchen door this time.
I'll talk to her.
Is she still in the kitchen?
Dr Jekyll, I could send for her.
Alice.
{\a7}You had a caller today.
He's coming back tonight.
Ten o'clock tonight.
Mr Hyde scares me.
Mr Hyde scares me very much.
But not half as much as that man today and his questions. "
The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde."
My wife thinks I should throw it in the fire.
But my publisher is interested.
You called at the house while I was out today.
You spoke with the maid.
Yes, I'm sorry.
Background details, you know.
I have provided you with sufficient details.
You've kept within the limits of what we agreed?
I elaborated for colour, altered for economy.
It has the appearance of a fiction, but the substance of the facts.
Just as you wished.
It lacks only an ending.
An ending will present itself shortly.
How?
I will die.
I can no longer control the changes.
I thought you said the potion controlled the changes.
At the beginning, yes.
Hyde comes when he chooses, now.
Each time, he weakens me, reduces me.
I can feel it.
I'm sorry.
I'm not.
If I die, he dies too.
People aren't stupid.
This tale is not in my normal style.
There are those, a few, who might suspect its origins in truth.
In a tale of a potion that can transform its hero into a demon...
I am not a hero and it is not a tale.
Such an account might set some thinking about this potion.
There are those who'd wish to possess such a thing.
I know.
Then why should this tale be told?
It is not a tale.
It is a trap.
The secret of this potion, you are certain it is known to you alone?
Oh, yes.
You are wrong.
It is known to one other.
Who?
Me.
I only want to know if I'm right.
One never quite knows who's listening.
The secret of Dr Jekyll's potion.
Nothing will appear in my account.
You can trust me.
You will tell no one?
You have my word.
It dies with you.
Dr Jekyll's last secret.
Oh, Tom.
Oh, my God.
You've chained him.
Claire?
Claire, be careful.
Help me, Claire.
I can't see your face.
I can't move.
I need to see your face.
I can't move my head.
Paralysis?
No, can't be.
Why have you chained him?
Thing is...
If he's stabilised as Hyde...
Well...
What?
The process would make him more extreme.
Worse?
Stronger.
He doesn't look stronger to me.
Claire.
It's me.
Please.
It's me.
I can't move.
Our honeymoon.
Where did we go?
What?
You heard me.
Our honeymoon.
Name of the hotel.
The Appleyard.
The Appleyard...
Room 702.
We could see the church...
from the window.
The spire.
You know what?
I'd forgotten the room number.
Claire.
You know what?
Not too close.
He hasn't.
The doctor...
...is out!
Security!
Get security in here now!
He's out of my head, hallelujah!
Home alone.
Oh, this feels good!
Roomy!
Look at all this space!
I could put up shelves!
Where is he?
Where's my husband?
Search me love, he was in here a minute ago.
Turn my back and whoosh!
Not even a tip on the dresser.
Men!
Oh, this feels so peaceful.
Love it!
No more boring little doctor yapping away in the corner.
Honestly, you have no idea. "
Don't do this, don't do that, don't kill her, your turn to shave", and if I'd had one more argument about who was biting the fingernails...
Did that bug you?
The fingernails?
Did he do that when he was with you?
We should talk, you and me!
We're fellow sufferers.
We should have a cup of coffee and a good old chin-wag about him!
The wife...
...and the ex.
Girls together.
All friends now, the bastard's dead.
How can he be dead?
You're still here.
How can he be dead?
Hello again, Mr Hyde.
Appreciate it if you kept right where you are.
The thing about consuming an alter ego, bit like a Chinese.
A minute later, you're hungry again.
Hello, boys!
Mr Hyde, no one here means you any harm but...
we do need to examine you.
Thing is...
Basically, you may not be stabilised yet.
It's for your own good.
Basically.
OK, Mr Basically.
Talk to me like you know me again, in public where people can see, and the next sound you hear will be your own neck snapping.
Do we now have a basis for communication?
Mr Hyde.
Step away from Dr Gilligan.
Yeah.
Necketty neck-neck.
Sorry.
Mr Hyde.
Please step away from Dr Gilligan.
We don't want to hurt you.
I can smell your sweat.
Vegetarian.
Woof!
You've got a dog.
Two dogs.
Big dogs!
I vant to say Alsatian.
Is he correct, Colonel Hart?
Yes, sir.
He's correct.
Mmm, tasty!
57 years-old, ex-smoker.
Gave up...
two years ago?
Yeah, two years ago.
Two years...
...and too late.
It's started already, hasn't it?
Rustling a way down there.
Growing in the dark.
Hello, Mr Tumour.
Goodbye daylight.
Am I right?
Is he right, Colonel Hart?
Yes, sir.
He's right.
'Course, I'm right!
Two years, I'd say, and then it's night-night Colonel Cancer, sir!
Stop it!
Stop that!
Don't you dare do that!
Ho ho, it's the missus...
Leave him alone.
Why?
Because my husband is better than that.
Your husband is gone, Mrs Jackman.
Erased, boiled away and never ever coming back.
Do you get it, Mrs Jackman?
He's dead, Mrs Jackman.
Any questions, Mrs Jackman?
Yes, one.
The Appleyard.
Okay.
Good question.
The Appleyard, room 702.
Now you see, she's smart.
She's the one.
You girls...
You big Mary�s with your guns, you haven't got a clue.
She's the one who's dangerous.
Well?
The Appleyard?
The answer is, I don't know.
You weren't there.
That was our wedding night.
You didn't even exist then.
I don't know.
You don't have Tom's memories, you told me that.
So how can you know about the Appleyard?
I don't know!
I'm getting it.
You throw the bread on the water and the ducks...
eat the bread.
That's the basics, yes.
Mr Hyde?
Mr Hyde, are you alright?
I like feeding ducks.
Is this your usual second date?
I just thought it'd be nice to talk...
...this time.
You don't have to actually throw the bread at the ducks.
I'm getting their attention.
It's quicker.
Mr Hyde?
You're in a park.
You're feeding ducks.
What?
Excuse me?
The bill, please.
Just getting it ready.
Don't want the date part crowding out the sex.
Stop, stop.
Where are you now?
In a restaurant.
You ordered the bill.
You said...
Too fast.
Too much, too fast.
Stop it!
Good boy, shh.
Good boy, good boy.
How's yours doing?
Almost gone.
Can we swap?
I put the work in.
Stop!
What's wrong, what's happening?
Stop!
They did.
They stopped.
What are you seeing right now?
We can't help you unless you tell us.
In a kitchen.
Their kitchen.
I've got rewind.
Look at that.
I've got digital rewind.
It's like Sky+ in here!
Can you explain to us what you're experiencing?
What it's like, what's happening to you?
It's his memories.
It's like I'm downloading his memories.
Big chunks.
Like it's happening.
Tom's memories.
Hence the Appleyard.
Does that mean he's still in there?
Tom's still in there somewhere.
He's alive.
No.
That means he's dead.
The brain is reallocating the memory space.
You killed him, Peter.
Not killed, technically, more like deleted.
Deleted?
I'd be careful if I were you.
Careful.
Three months married and I'm already competing with the television.
I like this film.
Is there nudity?
No.
Okay, then.
I'm back in the game.
Now we're talking.
What're you seeing now?
I finally found the adult channels.
What does that mean?
You know the way you sometimes think men are mentally undressing you?
Peanuts!
She switched channels!
It is not a tale, it is a trap.
Typical woman, it's a costume drama.
The secret of this potion, you are certain it is known to you alone?
Yes.
You are wrong.
It is known to one other.
Who?
Me.
What are you seeing?
What are you seeing now?
Tell us what you see.
It's like Victorian times.
And Daddy's here.
No, not Daddy.
Granddad.
No.
Great-granddad.
Great-great...
whatever.
Dr Jekyll.
The original.
Doesn't look a bit like Spencer Tracy.
How can he have a memory of the original Dr Jekyll?
He was never there.
I don't know.
Race memory?
Race memory doesn't work like that.
For us it doesn't.
Maybe he's got something better.
I only want to know that I'm right.
One never quite knows who's listening.
The secret of Dr Jekyll's potion.
What's he saying?
It's the original pronunciation.
Dear God, he can't actually be there, can he?
Nothing will appear in my account.
You can trust me.
You will tell no one?
It dies with you.
Dr Jekyll's last secret.
It's not a tale.
It is a trap.
What?
Tell us, what?
How long've you been looking for Dr Jekyll's potion?
Cost you a bit, has it?
Burnt a hole in the pocket?
At the beginning.
And you used Jekyll's notes?
His notes, yes.
And what happened when anyone drank it?
They died.
He sent you on a wild goose chase!
With a little bit of murder on the side.
Alice.
Were you listening?
What do you hope to achieve, sir?
Your protection.
With a tale of a magic potion?
D'you think anyone will think that's the truth?
The truth is just a tale told often enough.
The truth is me, sir, and we both know it.
I raise the devil in you, not any potion.
My touch.
My love.
Me.
What?
It's you.
You then, and you now.
You're here...
And you're there.
What d'you mean?
Where am I?
With him.
Back then, with Dr Jekyll.
You're with Dr Jekyll.
You.
It's all about...
you.
Alice.
Oh, Alice.
You're the one thing that keeps me here.
Without you, I'm just...
...him.
Well, do you see?
The one thing that keeps him here.
Keeps him here and keeps you weak.
Look at her!
You will always be weak with her in the world.
She's still alive.
But what if she wasn't?
Imagine.
Oh, imagine.
You could be free.
She keeps you weak.
Only her.
You know what you need.
Claire!
You alright, Mrs Jackman?
What time is it?
Half past three.
In the morning.
We know.
I've already had fifteen separate food cravings.
She drew pictures of the last three.
It passed the time, didn't it?
Four women locked in a room without a single magazine.
Is that some kind of vile experiment?
Can I see that?
Anything in particular?
You've got photographs of Dr Jekyll.
What about the people around him?
His friends?
People he knew?
No, not really.
Members of his household, his servants.
Who's she?
What's happened to her face?
Oh, yeah, the maid.
That's interesting, isn't it?
It's the same thing on this one.
The damage is on the original photograph.
Done at the time, I think.
Like someone was trying to conceal her identity.
Why?
Dr Gilligan?
Get you anything from the canteen?
No...
Oh, yeah.
Something chocolatey.
Dr Gilligan.
Necketty neck-neck.
Syme.
Hello, this is Syme.
Who is this?
The next stage of human evolution.
How much do you get for that, these days?
Mr Hyde?
Where's Dr Gilligan?
Don't know.
Probably down the boozer with his mates, having a laugh.
Mr Hyde...
That lab is secure.
You're in the centre of a secure area.
You can't leave this building...
If I want to leave this building, there's nothing you've got that could stop me.
But you know what?
That's not what I want.
Tell us what you want, Mr Hyde.
Who are you?
What do you want?
I want her.
I want Claire.
You know what I'm thinking?
God forbid you should ever have an unexpressed thought.
I'm thinking about the wastepaper bin.
Sorry?
You'd all need to turn your back.
Oh, for God's sake.
I'm a pregnant woman!
And you're getting nowhere with that lock.
Thumbprint activated.
I'm sure this is a print scanner.
You used to be so good with locks, didn't you, dear?
Technology's running away with me.
Just no fun being locked up anymore.
Like you ever listen when I say that.
So, why you?
I'm sorry?
My husband gave you a job.
Why you?
I'm qualified.
I'm a fully-qualified psychiatric nurse.
Does that come with a uniform?
As far as I know, he's never had any interest in me other than professional.
And I certainly have no interest in him.
Really?
Not my type.
Very much not my type.
Oh, come on.
Is that actually likely?
I mean, just between you and me.
Just us girls together, all good taste and decency aside.
He does spend half his time as a world-class hottie.
Yeah, well, he spends the other half as Mr Hyde!
Oh, you meant the other...
the other way around.
See what I did there?
You have good taste.
Mrs Jackman.
Your husband wants to see you.
He's up at last, is he?
What is he wanting, bacon and eggs?
I'll take you to him.
What does he want?
I'll take you.
Are my children here?
Where are my children?
I need to see them.
They're being looked after and...
we should go.
What's going to happen to her?
Mrs Jackman.
When you're talking to Mr Hyde, keep watching the lights.
If Dr Jackman is in there somewhere, the lights will flicker.
It happens when he's fighting to get out.
Like he needs to draw the energy or something, give himself a leg up.
If he's in there fighting, the lights will flicker.
You're very observant.
He's strong, Mrs Jackman.
And if there's any way for him to come back, he'll come back for you.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
OK, let's go.
So, what about us?
Yes, because quite honestly, desperate for a pee.
We're taking you home.
Oh, no need, we brought the car.
Just point us towards the door.
We're taking you home.
No need.
No problem.
Oh, my God.
Mrs Jackman.
Hi honey, I'm home.
Oh, you're scared.
Love that.
And just a little bit excited.
A teensy-weensy bit.
Or is that me?
Well?
On their way.
Moment alone with the wife, boys?
Oh, nice and private.
What am I, getting lucky or something?
No, you're not getting lucky.
Messing with my head now, Mr Big Scary Man?
I'm so afraid.
D'you know how they killed your husband?
They put him in a box.
Yeah.
They put him in a box.
Couldn't figure it out, at first.
Didn't make any sense.
They didn't give him any drugs, I'd have felt that.
Just one big shot of adrenaline, that's all.
But you know what?
They didn't have to give him drugs.
He was claustrophobic.
All they needed.
His biggest nightmare come true.
Buried alive in a big steel box.
Wired up to keep him fully alert.
Completely aware of every passing second.
Can you imagine?
Afraid of the dark, with your eyes pinned open.
Wouldn't you just die?
That's how they killed him.
They drove him mad, Mrs Jackman.
They drove him out of my head.
They put him in a box.
How do you know he went mad?
Because I'm here and he's not.
No, no, no, no!
The lights won't flicker this time.
There's not enough power in this whole building to put Humpty together again!
He's down a deep dark hole and he's never coming out.
Tom.
Tom, if you're in there, I need you.
I need you now.
Can't hear you, love.
Never gonna hear you again.
But you know, you're right.
There's always a chance, so let's be sure.
Let you and me give him a memory he could never live with.
Tom, I know you're still in there.
You're my husband and you would never hurt me.
And I know you're still in there.
All gone, love.
Hubby's all gone to dust.
Tom, you wouldn't do this.
You would stop this!
Good, you're gonna fight!
I was worried you wouldn't.
I'm gonna scratch your eyes out!
Goodie.
Try, I'd like that.
Tom's never coming back.
Any minute now, Tom won't even want to come back.
Oh, he'll come back, you hear me?
Knock yourself out.
Killing me will not be enough.
Oh, sweetheart.
Not nearly enough.
Mummy?
Hello boys, it's Uncle Billy!
What are you doing to Mummy?
We're playing!
It's play time!
You will not touch my children!
I swear I will kill you if you touch my children!
Syme!
I want ten minutes.
Ten minutes play time.
You will not touch my children.
Make it twenty.
I swear you will not get out of here alive.
I swear it!
What the hell.
Give me half an hour.
I know you can hear me.
You have half an hour.
Gee, thanks Mom!
You're the best!
He's a child.
Give him what he wants and he'll be ours.
Peter?
Are you there?
Peter, if you can hear this, you can't let this happen, Peter, please!
They're your godchildren!
Turn it off.
For Christ's sake, turn it off!
You can't let this happen!
They've turned off the cameras.
All of them.
No one can see or hear us.
Suckers!
We've got half an hour to get out.
Come on, let's get those kiddies home!
We can get out through the floor, which gets us into the next room, then into the corridor.
Hang on.
Yeels!
Next room...
corridor...
no worries.
He's got a good memory, your husband.
Comes in very handy.
You're not gonna hurt us, then?
Oh, take a joke, can't you?
A joke?
You said you were gonna kill us!
And they turned off the cameras.
Let's go home, honey!
I'm supposed to trust you?
You're safe with me.
You're a psychopath, then I'm not safe!
I'm a psychopath with superpowers and you're my girl.
You are not my husband.
It's you keeps saying it, baby.
Changed my mind.
Know the feeling.
You are not Tom!
Tell you what I am.
I'm strong.
I don't care how strong you are.
I'm so strong, I walk through this funny little world of yours and I don't notice it.
It bores me.
But you...
You, Mrs Jackman...
You make me weak.
I notice you.
You've never been safer in your life.
Let's go.
Boys.
Am I your father?
Give me your hands.
It's alright, give me your hands.
Look closer.
You know me.
You always know me.
Am I your father?
Okey-dokey, you first.
Why me?
Fantastic arse!
As you're gonna be taking us home, wouldn't asking our addresses be an idea?
Hang on.
Mr Syme?
No one's in the life support casket now, are they?
I'm getting readings.
Jesus Christ!
Get out of my way!
Get those cameras back on!
Inspection hatch.
They went out through the power room.
Can't go down, there'll be a total lockdown.
So where are we going?
The roof.
Then what?
One thing at a time.
D'you have the same fingerprints as Tom?
No.
That's a thumbprint scanner.
No one gets up there unless they're allowed.
Trust me.
Get the bloody thing open!
My God!
What did he do to you?
He cut off my thumb!
We're getting out here.
Send the lift back down, they'll be tracking us.
We'll take the stairs the rest of the way, it's only two floors.
The wife's making a bit of a fuss, so could you put this in a fridge?
It's for Dr Gilligan.
What is it?
He'll recognise it.
Excuse me, who are you?
That's a point.
Better kill you.
What're you doing?
You're killing him!
Trust me, I'm a psychopath.
Leave him, don't!
But I've started!
You're not gonna kill that man.
Or anyone.
No more killing people, got it?
All day, every day, without killing someone?
What kind of life is that?
It's called marriage, honey.
What am I gonna do with him?
Tie him up.
That takes ages.
There.
He'll be out for twenty minutes.
No, sod it.
We'll take the full hour.
It's OK, don't look.
There's a helipad on the roof?
What about it?
Helipad, yeah.
OK, question.
Quite a big question, if I'm honest.
Can I fly a helicopter?
That's the plan? "
Can I fly a helicopter?"
That's the plan?
Wait.
He had a lesson.
Yeah, he did, he had a lesson.
I thought he did.
I've got him sitting in a helicopter.
No, it's a moped.
No, it's a helicopter.
Oh, Jesus Christ!
Actually, could've been a horse.
His attention really wandered, didn't it?
Mr Hyde.
These weapons are aimed at your wife and your children.
If you hesitate in any way to comply with my instructions, we will first kill the child on your left.
Signal your understanding, but do not speak.
You have a gun in your left hand.
You'll drop it.
No play acting, Mr Hyde.
I know how much they mean to you.
My camera was never switched off.
She makes you weak.
Not that weak.
This organisation has waited over 100 years for you.
There is nothing you can accomplish with that gun...
...that will change a thing.
I will count to five and you will drop it.
One.
Two.
Never gonna make it to five!
Then neither will your children.
Three.
Let my family go, or I'll blow my brains out.
You waited over 100 years, don't miss out now!
Let them go!
No.
Kill yourself.
It's a good plan, I never thought of that.
Kill yourself.
If you're dead, we have no further use for your family.
You can save 'em now.
Just kill yourself.
Blow your brains out.
Can you do it?
Tom Jackman could do it, he loves them enough.
Do you?
Four.
No, don't!
Five.
'Course not.
Too afraid of dying.
Like all children.
You're just a child, Mr Hyde.
We took the man in you away.
As we're up here, I'll take the helicopter now.
I'll take the Jackmans with me.
Where are you taking them?
Where you will follow.
We have your family and you have no choice.
You will come to us.
Welcome to the company, Mr Hyde.
I was hoping for a longer journey.
All three of you.
Go and stand in the beam of the headlights, right in the middle.
This is murder.
No.
No, we're just taking a break.
You must've been a soldier once.
What could possibly be worth all this?
A cure for cancer?
Oh, I see.
You wanna live.
I know the feeling.
I'm supposed to be a superman.
Why am I not a superman?
Daddy?
Why am I not a superman?
Daddy!
I'm supposed to be dangerous.
Why am I not a superman?
Are you listening to me, Daddy?
I'm supposed to be Superman!
Half a man.
For her.
Yes, Mr Hyde, we all know about your little power-draining trick.
But it won't work this time.
Tom Jackman's gone.
There isn't enough power in this entire building to bring him back.
Oh, my God.
My God.
Sorry ladies, not my decision.
Oh, God.
What are we gonna do?
Run!
After them!
This way.
Mr Hyde?
Sorry.
You're not dealing with Junior anymore.
Daddy's home.
I want you to send a message...
...to your boss.
To those people who took my family.
Three words.
We are coming. "
We"?
There is no "we", Tom.
You're alone.
Alone against everyone.
Three words.
We are coming.
Send it.
Sign it... "
Jekyll..."
"...and Hyde".