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Molly? Molly?

Oh, he left, Miss Pollack. And little Mary?

She left, too. They all left right after you left.

I'm tired.

Wait until tomorrow, until after I've rested.

And I want to know everything that's happened since I've been away at school.

But not today.

You've grown up, Jack.

Oh, that's too wet.

Hello.

Oh!

I need to handbag Brigitte. Come with me.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yes, let me see how you come, huh?

Okay. Well, who's been sending something to me?

Thank you.

Okay.

A letter.

Read it.

What the fuck do you mean with final bequest?

It's a gift.

A gift?

A gift from him.

Let me see what he put in the box.

Where's the housemaid?

Gone with the others.

They're all gone, Miss Molly.

They left within hours after your father's death.

Why?

Your father was strange in the end.

And, quite frankly, they were all scared.

Well, I can't have you serving as my chambermaid.

You could hire new staff.

No.

Let's wait a couple days.

Because I don't know if I'm going to stay or close up the house and go back

school.

Thank you.

There's a chemist here with a package for Dr. Jekyll I'll be right there

Dolomite salt.

I wonder why my father had this.

Your father was always ordering something, rather.

Since he's gone, the salt's useless, so I'll just dispose of this for you.

I'll take care of it.

You can go now.

You sure you're going to be okay here by yourself?

I grew up here, remember?

It's places like home to me.

I'll be in the house if you need anything, okay?

I had long contemplated the primitive duality of man, the good and the evil,

pure and the sensual.

In the womb of my own consciousness, these polar twins were constantly at

I had often watched others partake of the pleasures of the flesh. And though I

was powerfully tempted, the moral twin of my character never let me go inside.

I hid this duplicity of nature with an almost morbid sense of shame.

I love you.

Oh.

I'm so good at reading books.

Oh.

Here we go.

My mother left with the others.

I made it myself.

Well, she taught you very well.

Where's yours?

I ate in the kitchen.

Well, from now on, you eat out here with me, like we did when we were children.

As you wish.

I managed to compound a theorem that would isolate the lower elements of my

and reduce me to that portion of my nature.

I considered the risk of death, but the temptation of the discovery of this

magnitude overshadowed any sense of alarm.

I prepared my tincture and I purchased a quantity of dolomite salt, which was

the last ingredient required.

I watched them boil and smoke together in the glass.

And with a strong glow of courage, I drank of the potion.

Molly, dear, I hope you don't mind.

I want offering my assistant, professional or personal, if there is

need.

I need to know what happened to my father.

You said he was sick at the end. Sick with what?

Damesha.

He was quite mad at the end.

Who diagnosed him?

And what were his symptoms?

A man doesn't go from sanity to madness in less than one year.

Well, I can't answer those questions.

Who can?

I'm Nora Lampley. You want to see me? I'm looking for a girl called Bridget.

I understand she works for you here.

Thank you.

Are you Bridget?

Depends. Why do you want her for?

My father died last week.

And I thought she might remember him.

Yes,

of course I remember him.

He left me a whole lot of money.

When did you first meet him?

Sometime last year.

I met him in Miss Nora's house.

He was quite something, your father.

Different, you know.

He said I was the prettiest.

That's why he picked me.

What do you want?

What do you want?

What do you want?

What do you want?

Come on, let's do it. She like it.

Come here.

Take it, this little pig.

What the hell?

She just was about giving me a pie job.

She is giving to me?

You have to wait for your turn This is my turn

But you won't get in my way again.

Do you get it, Teteribont?

You don't understand?

Come here, suck me.

Come on, suck it.

But it must have been very difficult having him as a father.

How many times did you see Dr. Jekyll?

Dr. Jekyll?

I don't know Dr.

Jekyll.

The man I'm talking about is Mr.

Edward Hyde.

Jack!

Do you know a Mr. Hyde?

Go back to school.

Jack?

I drank of the potion, and at the first breath of this new life, I knew myself

to be more wicked.

Tenfold more wicked.

A slave to my original sin, and that knowledge embraced me and delighted me

wine.

I was conscious of a heady recklessness. A current of sexual images ran through

my mind.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Yes,

you do.

Edward Hyde came to work as your father's assistant.

I never met him, never spoke to him.

But he was evil.

We all could feel it.

Yes.

understand that he died soon?

Yes, he did.

Before my father's death or after?

Oh, look here.

What a wonderful surprise.

Here, let's get in.

It's me you want.

Like hell it is. He wants me.

Girls, are you all want to go to jail? They lock you up and draw a key that

fast. For what?

For this miserable piece of trash here.

You bitch!

Michael, no!

Perhaps you don't understand.

Perhaps I do.

You fucking whore.

Get over there and take your pants down.

You treat me like a fool.

You are a fool.

Now do it.

And grab your ankles.

Yes, I enjoy pain.

I find it highly sexual.

I like to be flogged like a disobedient cool boy.

Stop! The minute is up.

Oh, fuck.

When I drank of the potion for the first time, I was gripped by a seizure of

racking pains, a grinding in the bones, vertigo, a deadly nausea, and the horror

of the spirit that cannot be exceeded at the hour of birth or death.

These agonies began to swiftly subside, and I came to myself as if out of a

great sickness.

And coming to my room, I approached the mirror, where I saw for the very first

time the appearance of Edward Hyde.

There was something strange in my sensations, something incredibly sweet.

I felt younger, lighter, happier in body.

What are you looking for?

My father was doing experiments.

He tried some of his early work on his book.

He's got to be following us.

Where'd you find him?

In his drawer.

He cleared all the notebooks and ledgers after he died. He must have forgot

these ones.

Who's he?

Your father's executor, Charles Utterson.

Wait a minute. Yes, yes.

I met him once.

Admit more at home.

She's giving to me.

You have to wait for your turn.

This is my turn.

And once more, later tonight.

Hello.

It's so beautiful for you.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, so beautiful.

Oh. Oh.

Oh.

the possibilities of my double existence.

It seemed to me that the power of Edward Hyde had grown of late stronger.

I began to fear that the balance of my nature might be permanently overthrown,

and that the character of Edward Hyde might become irrevocably mine.

I made the choice to end the duality, to live as Jekyll and put away Edward

Hyde. But it happened with me as it happens with so many of my fellows.

I chose the better part, but was found lacking in the strength to keep to it.

For two months I was true to my determination.

For two months I lived a life of purity and severity I had never attained

before.

And I enjoyed the compensations of an approving conscience.

But my devil had long been aged, and he came out roaring.

Take it out.

Take it out!

Not until I get the rest of the story.

Why do you care?

I'm looking for a happy ending.

I want to know what killed Mr. Hyde.

Page by page, my dear.

Fine.

I can wait.

If you can.

Drink it out. It's burning me. Take it out.

The paid is first.

Yes, yes.

Untie me.

The paid is first.

Not during the next time.

You want me to kiss your ass now?

No.

Charlie.

Get on all fours.

Did you hear me?

Instantly, the spirit of hell awoke in me and raged.

And in a moment of madness, I killed a man. I screamed aloud.

I saw the fire from the window. Why are you burning your clothes?

Not my clothes. They're Flora's clothes.

She did a terrible thing tonight.

But she's gone and she's never coming back.

Molly, you know too much Molly I wouldn't hurt you.

Can you just give me a cup of tea?

I'm not leaving you.

I just need a couple minutes Jack

I knew that I must find the answer to staying Henry Jekyll.

To be this hated hide would be a curse worse than death.

All my knowledge certainly will not fail me.

But my time is running out.

I know not what the future will bring me.

For the first time, I am terrified.

Half an hour from now, I would again and forever become that hated personality

of Edward Hyde.

And I know how I would sit weeping and shuddering in my chair. I have accepted

my fate being a man of practical science.

What will happen to me in my moment of death?

The thought is both terrifying and exhilarating.

Before that can occur, I will lay down my pen.

Seal up my confession and bring the life of that unhappy Henry Jekyll to an end.

This, then, is my true hour of death, and what is to follow concerns only one

person other than myself.

Molly, forgive me.