(bell tolling) HYDE: You've been lying to me all along, Carew!

Using me, like you use everyone else!

DANVERS: I gave you what you wanted, man.

HYDE: No, it's what you wanted!

Now here you are.

If you create monsters, you should be prepared for the consequences.

DANVERS: I didn't create a monster.

I merely woke one up.

Get down!

(WOMAN screams) Get down!

(screaming) (Hyde grunting, beating continues) (police whistling approaching) (police shouting nearby) MAN: Hey, watch where you're going.

(cries out) MAN: Oi, leave that girl alone!

(police whistling approaching) Oi!

Hyde!

(growling) (indistinct chatter) Ah!

There you go.

That didn't hurt, did it?

Hello there.

Don't be scared.

It's really nothing.

MAN: You should listen to Dr. Jekyll.

He will make you super strong.

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.

Oh!

(growling) (growling) (chuckles) (horn honking) (speaking local language) (people shouting) (trumpets) (indistinct shouting and crying) (grunting) (grunting) Out.

Get out!

(grunting) (grunting loudly) (cackles maniacally) Robert!

Robert!

(grunting) (breathing heavily) (excited chatter) 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.

WOMAN: "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."

VISHAL: 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.

Oh, this is too ridiculous.

It is written like something from a 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, I've just time to drive 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!

Hils!

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, Hils.

In the same order.

"Good" followed by "Lord."

And an exclamation mark.

And you know I never use an exclamation mark unless it's entirely necessary.

Who would've thought he'd be tucked away in Ceylon of all places?

This calls for a letter.

"My dear Dr.

Jekyll."

(typewriter clacking) I am writing from the law firm..." ROBERT: "...of Gabriel Utterson & Son 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?

And 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 strongman of Rambukkana.

Everybody is talking about you.

(Vishal clears his throat) Ravi, I need to speak to Robert for a moment.

Okay, Taththa.

That helmet, Robert, you have to steal it.

I have increased the dosage of your pills and made enough to last you 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.

(horn whistling) (indistinct chatter) VISHAL: I will come with you as far as Colombo.

ROBERT: Right.

MAN: Look, there is the Dr. Jekyll!

He's a life saver.

He's a legend.

(children begging) I'm not going.

No good can come of it.

Robert, there's something your father wants to say to you.

That coat... CHILDREN: Jekyll, Jekyll, Jekyll...

Please, please... thank... please!

Move away!

Move away, let him be.

Argh!

Yakshia.

What?

You are cursed.

Get off me.

Yakshia!

Yakshia!

I know you.

Leave him alone.

RAVI: The train, Robert, it's 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.

Oh yes, that's your answer to everything, isn't it, take a pill!

You're no better than her with her magic flower.

I wanted to tell you, son.

But I'm not your son, am I?

Your father made us promise that we would never tell you anything about him.

You've always known who I am.

The train, Robert!

We will 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!

Maybe this man in London can tell me the truth like you should have done!

Robert!

(whistle blowing) (growling) He... is... coming.

The all-powerful one.

You will be helpless... before him.

(growling) He has woken and there will be death.

(barks) (gun cocks) Steady...

He is a man within a man.

Unstoppable...

The old gods are rising.

Don't worry.

We're ready.

(gunshot) (shrieks) (loud thud) (man clears throat) Well?

You were right, Mr. Bulstrode, sir, a Harbinger.

Dear God, we haven't seen one of those in years.

It 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.

ROBERT: "Dear Amma and Taththa ... "Can you ever forgive me?

"I behaved like 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 am 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 anymore."

(seagulls cawing) (indistinct chatter) There should be someone here 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 jewelry and I've lost her.

I took my eyes off her for one second.

Wait here for me.

ROBERT: I say!

Er, I say!

I say.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

(woman cries out) Leave her alone.

This ain't nothing to do with you, mate.

This is a big boy's game.

But we'll have a little fun with you anyway, shall we?

No!

Please!

Get off me!

(breathing heavily) Now, hang on a minute.

(growling) (neck crunches) (woman groans) I am...

I'm sorry.

I completely forgot myself.

Are you all right?

I'm...

Yes, I'm fine.

Here, here.

Here...

Sorry.

Here.

I must find my mother.

Hey, hey, wait!

Wait!

Dr. Jekyll?

Sorry?

Yes?

I'm Hilary Barnstaple.

You can call me Hils, everybody does.

Except my father-- calls me Larry.

Just his little joke.

Mr. Utterson sent me to pick you up.

This way.

HILS: Here we are.

ROBERT: Thank you.

Robert!

Max Utterson.

Welcome to London.

I'll take your luggage on to your hotel for you.

(engine revs) (tires squeal) I hope she didn't drive too fast.

She's a maniac behind the wheel.

I shall 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 till 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.

And it's his fortune that I am trying to find a good home for.

And you believe that I am 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.

But 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.

But Hyde is a monster!

(growling) MAX: 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. Vishal Najaran..." RIVA: Robert should be there by now.

I won't sleep until his postcard from England arrives and I know he is safe.

Nothing bad is going to happen.

(dog barking) (low growling) (muffled screams) 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.

Oh please, call me Max.

Max.

I told you I knew nothing of my true family, but apparently this coat belonged to my father.

"L.H."

Louis Hyde.

Well, it wouldn't stand up in court, but... And I wouldn't want it to.

I want nothing to do with this.

We're talking about a house and a great deal of money, Robert.

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 fellow 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.

And 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 has got to?

Okay, Taththa.

So many places, aren't there?

(gasps) (low growling) (gasps) (low growling) Good evening.

Sorry to drop in unexpectedly like this.

Actually, no, I'm not sorry at all.

You wouldn't get far in my line of 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.

What questions?

Are you with the British Army?

Well, if I were with the British Army, would I do this?

(gasps) (cries out) Or this?

Or this?

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.

(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) (bell rings) Uh, yesterday... 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...

I hope you don't mind, I did have to look inside o find your address.

It's lucky I didn't leave my revolver in there or any stolen diamonds.

Yes.

That was a joke.

Ah, no!

Yes, of course.

I'm Robert Jekyll, by the way.

Lily Clarke.

But then you already know that.

Yes...

This way.

(radio playing) I do hope you found your mother all right?

She was having a cup of tea in the customs house.

(buzzing) I'm sorry, that's her now.

Please, can you wait?

Well, I should, should really...

I insist.

Make yourself at home.

MAN: And finally there.

Thank you.

Right, welcome on board.

You are now officially an Invisible Man.

MAN: Keep me informed, won't you?

WOMAN: 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, sir.

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."

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 breathe 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... (chuckling): Stress?

I was only offering you a cup of tea.

(chuckles) ♪ ♪ 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) (chuckles) What, I mean, 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.

JEKYLL: I don't want the money.

I'm going straight from here 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?

Well, my one regret is that I won't get to know you properly.

(buzzing) It's Mother again.

I'm...

I'm sorry, I'll be right back.

Of course, of course.

Bloody old woman... (train whistle blowing) BELLBOY: Dr. Jekyll?

Dr. Jekyll?

Begging your pardon, sir, Dr. Jekyll?

What is it?

Telegram, sir.

I really don't want to be disturbed.

It's urgent like.

It's from Ceylon.

(screaming) (panting) No!

(panting) (roaring) (panting) (growling) (growling) (screaming) (growling) (cackling) Very well done, Mr. Wax.

Analyze Jekyll's pills, Mr. Brannigan.

Extract what we need from them.

SACKLER: 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) (chuckles) (machine whirring) HANNIGAN: This just in from Ceylon, sir.

It seems Jekyll's family have been killed in a fire.

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 be running around 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.

(loud thuds) (glass cracking) I shall deal with this.

(loud thuds) (clears throat) Dr. Jekyll?

I say, Dr. Jekyll, is everything all right?

(loud thuds) (knocks loudly) What is going on in there?

(loud thuds) (sighs) Right, down to reception, I need... Hmm... (groans) Can't you read?

Dr. Jekyll... (whistling) (piano music playing) (indistinct chatter) (groaning) (indistinct shouting) (disgruntled shouting) (laughs) (coins clattering) 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?

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, no.

You haven't heard this one.

Try me.

Once upon a time, there was this little boy.

And all his life he tried to be good, he 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!

(chuckles) Everything he loved in the whole world gone.

Poof!

So what good did it ever do him, being good?

(in gentle voice): Oh dear, I seem to have got it all wrong.

(in angry voice): 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.

(sighs) Is it really my fault if things get broken when I'm having fun?

I'm warning ya... You know, I should like to have some fun with you.

You look like a fun sort of person.

(groans) (cracking) (growling) MAN: What do you think you're doing?!

Who are you, boy?

What's your name?

Do I know you?

What's your name?

Dr. Robert Jekyll, at your service.

Ready to kill all known germs.

So!

Who would like to dance with me?

(old-time music playing) ♪ 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 ♪ ♪ Let yourself go, relax... ♪ (glass tinkling, then silence) (grunts) Wait, boy.

Come with me.

WOMAN: It's over.

Get back to your seats.

Next one of you I see fighting is gonna know about it.

Hit it, Willy.

(piano music resumes) GARSON: 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.

BELLA: My God, Garson.

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, 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.

(grunts) (growling)