Hyde (2025)

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[MUSIC]

Hey, Mr. Hyde.

Hey, Jack.

How are you?

How's school?

Good.

Hey, Mr. Hyde.

What do you think

happened to all the dinosaurs?

Dinosaurs?

Yeah.

In school today, we

learned about dinosaurs.

But I don't know what happened to them.

I don't know, Jack.

I mean, wasn't there a Jurassic

movie or something like that

where they were all running around?

Yeah, but the dinosaurs

are alive in that movie.

Wait, does that mean dinosaurs

are still alive somewhere?

Goodbye, Jack.

Mr. Hyde, do you think Dylan

could come out and skate?

Let me see what's going

on when I get inside,

and I'll send him your way.

Thanks, Mr. Hyde.

Hey, babe.

Hi.

Your mom called today.

She went on another one of those rants

about how nervous she

is with us living out here,

afraid that something's going to happen.

Again?

I think it's because you don't call her.

If you talk to her more, she

probably wouldn't bother us as much.

That's exactly why I don't call her.

She's always asking,

"Why don't you move back?

How can you live in

a city full of such sin?"

I can only take so much.

You OK?

Court today, the Banning case.

Yeah?

29 minutes, the jury deliberated.

Not even a full half hour.

Oh, babe, I'm sorry.

But, I mean, really,

what were you expecting?

The guy was guilty.

There wasn't a jury in town

that was going to set him free.

Except for one.

What?

Not guilty, baby.

What? You didn't?

29 minutes, my jury.

Edward, I'm so proud of you.

And there's more.

Yeah?

Uh-huh.

There was talks about maybe

making me partner in the firm.

No way.

Oh, Eddie, do you know what this means?

I don't mean it means I'm

going to be working a lot more,

but I'll also be able to

bring a lot more to the family.

So I can finally get that new

kitchen I've been wanting?

Yeah.

Anything you want.

Mmm, I hate to ruin the moment, but...

What's wrong?

You need to talk to your son.

My son?

Jeez.

What did he do now?

He got caught with weed in school.

sh*t.

They were going to expel him

until I talked to the principal.

They reduced his punishment to

two weeks out of school suspension.

But he's on very thin ice, Edward.

Oh, boy.

I don't know how much

more I can take of this.

I mean, at first it was the fighting,

then stealing stuff from other kids,

and now this?

Alright.

Where is he? I'll talk to him.

Can we talk?

Go ahead.

Didn't you turn that off and

listen to me for a minute?

I already know what this is about.

Is that so?

Mom told me she was going to

send you in here and talk to me.

This is about what

happened at school, right?

Pot. Dylan. Really?

Dad, I'm sorry.

Spare me the bullshit.

Pot is for losers. It fries your brain.

I know. I know. You

told me all of this before.

Well, then don't put me in the position

where I have to tell you again, Dylan.

And I guess I don't have to tell

you that pot will land your a*s in jail.

And I guess I don't have to

tell you that pot will ruin your life.

But what I can tell you is, is if I

ever hear about you doing this again,

it'll be the last thing you do for a

very long time. You understand me?

Yeah. I got it.

Okay.

Wait. I'm not punished or anything?

No. Not this time.

Did Mom tell you about

the cabin this weekend?

Cabin?

Yeah. We're all going like we used to.

She didn't say anything to me

about it. I'll get with her on it.

Are you coming to my game tomorrow?

Game? What time?

3.30.

I'll be there.

Cool.

Love you.

You too.

Good night. Good night.

Did you talk to him?

I did.

And? And he says we're going

to the cabin this weekend?

I was going to tell you,

but when you came home

from work after

everything at court, I forgot.

So we're rewarding him for being a pothead?

It's not a reward, Edward.

What? You mean we're going on a trip the

same week that he gets busted in school?

You don't call that a reward?

He's hardly a pothead.

We're not rewarding him, Sarah.

We're not.

Well then what do you call it?

I call it taking some time out of our

lives to spend some family time together.

Much needed family time.

Maybe if we spent more time with

him, he wouldn't be acting out so much.

Don't. Don't do that. Don't blame me.

Don't make me out to be the bad guy.

I'm not blaming you. I'm not

making you out to be anything.

I'm just as much to blame

as you are. I said we, not you.

You're not. Not you. You're

gone all day. I'm gone all day.

And even when we are

home, we're both still working.

He's a kid, Eddie.

Kids do these things.

We just have to make sure

he doesn't keep doing them.

Help him stay on the right path.

Sing me a song?

[ "I Will Feel A Glue" plays ]

Someday, when I'm awfully low,

And the world is cold,

I will feel a glow just thinking of you.

And the way you look tonight.

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Applause ]

Come on, Dylan! You got this!

Yeah!

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Applause ]

Hey, Brad, come on in.

What's up, Eddie?

Just when you think there's

no more left in the universe,

there's order staring you

straight back in the face.

Okay.

What can I do for you, Brad?

I just need you to sign these.

Alright.

So, what's all this going on about

bringing order in the universe?

Well, I was going over some documents,

and I came across this

survey that says that

our insurer spent over

$300,000 on some new field data.

Who is the ideal employee?

Who dies? How and when?

You know what it said?

It said that people with children

live longer than people without.

People with two live

longer than people with one.

Smoking is bad.

Drinking is bad.

Speeding is bad.

Divorce is bad.

The drugs are bad.

You know, it's kind of nice to

see that all that junk's still there.

It's kind of the simplicity of it all.

Well, you have the perfect family.

Yeah. Yeah.

And I was supposed to be in my

son's baseball game 45 minutes ago.

You better get going.

Thanks, Brad.

No problem.

Are you lost?

Can you get lost?

Take a look at yourself.

Are you happy with what you see?

Dude, I don't have time for this.

I'm late for my son's baseball game.

Who the hell are you

approaching me like this?

I know who I am, but the

same cannot be said about you.

Introspection is the key.

Take a look.

Look, man, get out of

here before I call the cops.

[piano music]

Go left. Go left.

I am.

Go left.

How do I go left?

Use that button.

What?

I'm using that button.

The other that button.

I thought we had these guys.

Dylan.

What do you mean they found a hair?

You can't do that.

I just did.

Ha.

Do you mean to tell me that they

broke in after the initial investigation?

No. After it was already

taped off and they found a hair?

What?

For all we know, you could

have dropped it in there, Brad.

Why don't you just k*ll me now?

Die, you sucker.

Would everybody just shut up?

I'm sorry.

Come on, Dylan.

[footsteps]

I never should have come here.

You haven't been here for six years.

Even though your family

always asks you to come.

I've been a little bit busy, Sarah.

You promised Dylan some real time here.

I didn't promise anything.

You're the one that set this up.

And I just got here, remember?

You haven't even looked at him

except to summon him or yell at him.

That's not true.

How many more broken promises, Edward?

It's Brad.

I've got to take this.

I've got to fix this.

No.

You've got to fix your family first.

Brad?

What the hell did you just do?

Your son loves you.

He wants your advice.

He wants your attention.

He wants to do stuff, like play

video games and baseball with you.

How long do you think that lasts?

He's 16.

Pretty soon, Dylan probably won't

even want you to come to his games.

We have a few special years with our son,

where he's the one that wants us around.

After that, you're going

to be running after him,

begging him for a bit of attention.

A few years, Eddie.

Then it's gone.

You're not being smart.

You're missing it.

If this is what being a

partner in the firm is like.

Then I don't want it.

I'm sorry, Dylan.

It's fine.

No, it's not.

I raised my voice at you.

You didn't deserve that.

It's fine. I get it.

I missed your game the other day.

You sent Jim to record it for you.

Yeah, but I should have been there.

I said it's fine.

Hey, look at me.

I've just had a lot of stuff

going on with work lately.

Becoming partner and everything,

I'm just trying to give you

and your mother a good life.

We already have a good

life, Dad. We just need you.

I love you.

Love you too.

I promise.

Next year, I'm coming to like six games.

Okay.

I mean it. My word is my bond.

So you gonna show me how to beat

this stupid video game thing or what?

Okay.

Come on.

You awake?

Hmm?

Do you think we'll ever have another child?

You want to have another baby?

I've been thinking about it.

I mean, do you think

we can even do that right

now with everything we

got going on with Dylan?

Well, you'll be partner, right?

I mean, you'll be making enough money then.

You still want me to be partner?

I want you to do what's

best for this family.

Yeah.

You think it's a bad idea?

No. I don't think it's a bad idea.

It would be great to have another kid.

And it would be good for Dylan.

Having a little extra responsibility

with a brother or sister running around.

But that's not the only reason you'd

want to have another child, right?

No. I'm just saying it's a nice

little bonus that goes with it.

I shouldn't have brought it up.

Why?

Because I can tell you're not

as into it as me. And that's okay.

You give any thought about

what I told you the other day?

You're not the first person I

wanted to see this morning.

Why don't you go peddle

your drugs elsewhere?

Because I can see it in you.

You need to listen to me.

Man, you can't stand

out here selling drugs.

Look, I'll call the cops.

This will only help you. It won't hurt you.

Can you even fathom the

control that I can give to you?

Take control of your destiny.

I call it "gray".

Gray? Sounds fun. But

look, I'm really not interested.

What if I told you I'd give

you the first bottle for free?

You don't have to pay

me a dime. And if you like

the way it makes you feel,

we can talk business later.

I don't think so.

You can't think of it

as a drug. It'll relax you.

It'll help you focus on the things

that matter within this world.

Look, if I take the drugs from

you, will you leave me alone?

You'll never see me again.

Unless you come looking for me.

Fine.

Warning, though. Never take more than one

a day. There could be severe consequences.

Thanks. I know where

to find you if I need you.

Sure do.

[phone vibrates]

[phone vibrates] [phone vibrates]

Hey, babe. I'm at work. What's up?

What?

[music]

[music]

We're here today to

commemorate the life of Dylan.

And hopefully he will be with our

Lord today before we leave this spot.

[music]

How are you holding up, Eddie?

I'm fine. Thanks. I'm

surprised to see you back so

soon. You know, you

could have taken a little bit

more time. I think everybody

would have understood.

I'm fine. Thanks.

What about the person driving

the car? He's going to jail, right?

No. I mean, we have

to wait for the court date.

But come on, Brad. I

mean, we do this every day.

I mean, it was my kid

who was in the street not

paying attention. He was

just going around the corner.

But you said he was speeding,

right? That's got to help your case.

Doubtful. I mean, he might

get a couple of years for

vehicular manslaughter. Then

after parole a year, tops. If that.

Better man than me. If it

were me. I'd do everything

in my power to get revenge

on that son of a b*tch.

What would revenge solve?

Remember, order in the universe. You've

got to balance the karmic scales. Plus,

you're the lawyer. You have

the advantage in that, right?

I'm not representing us.

What? Why not?

I'm not representing Sarah and I. I can't.

I understand, man. I

mean, just take it easy. If you

feel like you're getting

overwhelmed, just reach out.

Thanks, man.

It might rain tomorrow.

What?

Rain. Tomorrow. It might.

Oh.

Really? You're not even

going to rinse that first?

What's the point of having a dishwasher

if you have to wash it by hand first?

Just give it to me.

No. No. I got it.

Happy?

a*s.

His birthday's coming up. I thought we

could invite some

people over, have a little

celebration. Kind of a

celebration of his life, you know?

That's a stupid idea.

What?

You heard me. It's a stupid

idea. I'm not having a party.

Why? Why not?

He's dead. Our son is dead.

Dylan is dead. And no amount

of party or people or anything

is going to bring him back.

How dare you? At least I'm trying to keep

our son's memory alive.

What do you do all day?

Get up, go to work, come

home, and then when

you are here, you walk

around like a damn zombie.

God, Eddie, I know you're

hurting. I'm hurting too. But

you're shutting everyone and

everything out. It's not healthy.

Brad called me today. He says he doesn't

think you're ready to go back to work.

Oh, so now you talk about me to my friends

behind my back? I'm sorry that I can't

just get over our son's death in

five seconds like you evidently can.

I'm not having a birthday

party, Sarah. Especially

since it hasn't even been a

month since he's been k*lled.

You ask how dare I? How dare you? I mean,

what do you do around here all day? You

sit on your a*s watching TV, not

paying attention to the world around you?

It's just like you weren't paying

attention the day our boy was k*lled.

Excuse me?

You f*cking heard me. Maybe if you were

doing your job as a mother, our son would

still be alive to celebrate his birthday.

Get out! Get out!

Hey, mister. Give me a dollar.

Mister, how about it? One dollar?

What? Are you deaf?

You don't speak English?

You want me to give you a dollar?

That's what I said, isn't it?

What are you gonna do

with a dollar? It's not even

enough to buy a pack of

cigarettes. Let alone a beer.

No. No, it's not. But I figure

if I could get a dollar from at

least everybody that I come

in contact with, then I'd be set.

You people make me sick.

I'm sorry?

When you stand out here,

begging for money, and all you

really gotta do is wake up

in the morning, get a job.

You're just like the rest of America.

You know, it's people like you that

take the order out of the universe.

You know what? My bad.

I'm sorry. Never mind.

You're crazy.

I'm not crazy.

I'm sorry I bothered you.

I'm not.

Come on, you psycho.

You awake?

Morning.

You get in late last night? I

didn't even feel you get in bed.

Yeah. It was pretty late.

Listen, Eddie. I'm sorry.

I don't want to fight.

I'm sorry about last

night. I made you coffee.

I'm sorry, too.

Drink up.

So, where'd you wind up going?

I just drove around.

No place special.

I was so mad at you.

Then I realized you're hurting, too.

And I can't be mad at you for that.

You've been so strong

trying to be there for me

that you haven't really

had time to grieve yourself.

I want you to know it's okay.

You can talk to me about

whatever you're feeling.

Where are you going?

Gotta get ready for work.

Thanks for the coffee.

Who is he?

His name is Dan Carew.

Been living off the streets

for the last five years.

I really don't think he

has any family or friends.

So we got a dead guy

nobody's really gonna miss.

You know what that usually tells me?

What's that?

This wasn't personal. I'm sorry. This

wasn't revenge or anything like that.

This was purely for fun.

You think some stranger

k*lled this guy for fun?

There was definitely some sort of struggle.

But what reason would anyone

have to k*ll a homeless guy?

I really don't know. I'm

betting this was some teenage

kid. Or some guy that

did this on a dare. I'm not

sure. I'm not sure. I'm just some teenage

kid. Or some guy that did this on a dare.

g*ng initiation maybe?

Probably thought he could get

away with offing a homeless man.

We'll get him though.

You see that bar over there?

And that gas station?

I want to know if either of

them have security cameras.

If they do, I want to see the tapes.

Yes ma'am.

Come in.

Hi Mrs. Hyde.

Oh hey Jack.

How are you?

I'm good.

I just wanted to stop by to see if

you needed anything from the store.

I'm on my way there now.

Oh, that's sweet.

- But no, I think I'm good. Thanks.

- Okay.

Mrs. Hyde?

Yeah Jack?

I'm really sorry about Dylan.

I miss him too.

You know what Jack?

You can come over any time, okay?

Okay.

Bye.

See ya Jack.

[Music]

You've been at it for hours.

How do you keep going?

You know what I think it is?

Alright, don't freak out.

I went to the doctor and he gave

me this new prescription, right?

And I mean it's kind of

like an antidepressant.

It sort of helps me.

Man, ever since I've been

taking it, I felt rejuvenated.

I mean refreshed.

It's like it broke me down and

built me back up, you know?

It brought me new life.

A new prescription?

Why didn't I know about this?

I didn't want you to

know I was hurting, alright?

And the doctor gave me this prescription.

I'm telling you.

You should take them.

I don't know.

I mean come on, it's a life changer.

I don't need to be on antidepressants.

And if I do, I'll go and see my doctor.

You're missing out.

I feel great.

I mean these pills do more than just

take me out of the depths of depression.

I mean, I feel like I can do things

that I never had the guts to do.

It's got me with this

energy within, you know?

I feel invincible.

I'm telling you, you're missing out.

I've got a new appreciation for life.

(phone rings)

Hello?

What?

No.

The hell?

What? What is it?

John Utterson.

He got out.

What?

The jury came back. There was an acquittal.

He got out.

The man that k*lled our son just got out.

No. No.

I'm going to call the lawyer.

Edward, where are you going?

Out.

Edward, we need to talk about this.

(music)

You look like a guy who's

got a lot on his mind.

You have no idea.

You want another?

Yes, please.

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I'm looking for someone.

I heard he comes in here a lot.

Maybe you could help me.

I don't make it a habit to

know everyone's business.

Let's just say this guy owes me, and I'd

be very grateful if you could help me out.

Grateful, huh? What's in it for me?

Depends on what you want.

I get off at 11. Maybe we

could talk someplace quieter.

What are you looking for?

What's he done to get

a guy like you after him?

He took something from

me that I can't get back.

Well, maybe I can help, but it'll cost you.

I'm sure we could work something out.

So the guy you're looking

for? It's John Utterson, right?

Yeah. How'd you know?

It's not that big of a town.

Your family's been all over

the news since your son died.

I am sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

John's been laying low. Word

is his friends are protecting him.

But I know a guy who can get you to him.

Guy's name is Tom. You got your phone?

I'll give you his number.

You just tell him you talked to Beth.

(music)

What? No, thank you. What's wrong?

You know too much.

Excuse me?

So you know too much.

(music)

[Struggling]

(music)

You were out late.

Where'd you go?

Damn it, Edward. Will you talk to me?

What do you want me to say?

I know you're lying.

I know Dr. Stevens didn't

prescribe you any new drug.

I called him last night

when you didn't come home.

Are you on something,

Edward? Are you taking drugs?

What makes you say that?

You're changing, Edward.

Everything about you is changing.

You look bad. You even smell bad.

And it's getting worse.

Never been much of a hygiene freak.

You know, if you're so

concerned about this drug I'm on,

why don't you take one with me?

What? Are you insane? Absolutely not.

Come on. I mean, you say I'm changing.

I say I'm changing for the better.

You could be that way too.

We could be partners. The dynamic duo.

No, Edward.

Come on.

I'm not doing it.

You know, you're just jealous. I'm not

doing it. You know, you're just jealous.

I'm changing for the

better. I'm alive and free.

Meanwhile, you're sitting here

sobbing day in and day out about Dylan.

And I'm moving on to bigger

and better things in my life.

How dare you? What is happening to you?

You're still mourning Dylan too.

Don't you tell me that you're not.

How dare you? Who are you to

accuse me of mourning over our son?

A son that wanted nothing

more than to be close with his dad.

You were his hero, Eddie,

and you never had time for him.

He made promise after promise after

promise, and all you did was break them,

and all you did his entire life.

Do you know who I am?

I'm your husband.

I'm Mr. Edward Hyde.

I'm someone you should

never talk to like that again.

Hey, Chief.

It's not another one.

Beth White.

Bartender.

Wait, her throat was cut too?

What does this really mean?

I don't know, Officer, but we'll find out.

Can I help you?

What?

What?

I'm really sorry, Detective.

My brother and I were

never really that close.

He was always getting into

some sort of trouble or another.

I never thought that... he hit a

kid with his car a couple months ago.

This has got to be related.

It's alright. We got this. You can go home.

Officer.

We found a note in his jacket.

The karmic scales have been balanced.

Order has been restored in the universe.

[music]

47-year-old John

Utterson was found brutally

m*rder*d outside of

his apartment last night.

It is believed Utterson was on his way home

when his attacker

approached in a struggling suit.

Utterson himself went under fire in recent

months when he was charged

with vehicular manslaughter

after he struck and k*lled a

16-year-old boy, Dylan Hyde.

He was later acquitted at trial.

Utterson's sister,

Johanna Utterson, was the

homicide detective who was

the first responder at the scene.

Back to you, Scott.

Oh my God, Edward.

You did it, didn't you?

You k*lled that Utterson guy.

He k*lled our son.

Oh my God. Edward, what are we going to do?

What do you mean?

We've got to go to the police.

They're going to think it was us.

They're going to look at us as suspects

immediately because he hit Dylan.

They're going to know that it was

out of revenge. That won't happen.

Edward, what's happening to you?

This drug. It's changing you.

Help me.

Please.

Okay. We can take you to a rehab.

We can get you help.

We will get you help, Edward.

No, I mean...

I mean...

You're right.

It has changed me.

I don't know what's going to

happen from one moment to the next.

I don't know what you're trying to say.

I'm saying...

You need to leave.

Please, Eddie.

I'll hurt you if you stay.

What the sh*t?

What did you give me?

What kind of drug did you give me?

It's you. I knew you'd be back.

What have you got me hooked on?

I told you you'd be capable of anything.

It'll make you free.

What is it?

I can't give away all my secrets, man.

Listen, you son of a b*tch.

You're going to tell me right now,

or else you're going to feel

first-hand the side effects of these pills.

It's nothing you'd be familiar with.

It's not even on the market yet.

Hell, it's not even in the streets.

What is it?

It's my very own creation.

I'm in charge of your new life.

What, are you some kind of scientist?

No, but I'm not exactly

what I appear to be either.

What the hell does that mean?

This drug helps your innermost

desires become a reality.

So if you've acted out in any type of way,

it's probably something

already going on inside of you.

You made a monster out of

me, and now I can't stop it.

Maybe the monster's always been in you.

The game is over.

You're alive.

You're awake.

Detective Utterson, how may I help you?

My name is Sarah Hyde.

May I have a few moments of your time?

Please, have a seat.

I'm here to talk about my husband.

What about your husband, Ms. Hyde?

I think my husband may be

responsible for your brother's death.

What makes you say that?

I'm sure you know that my husband

and I lost our son Dylan a few months back.

And your brother John.

Yes. My family and I

are so sorry for your loss.

John was one that

could never be controlled.

He would do whatever he

wanted, whenever he wanted,

and it didn't matter if

anyone got hurt in the process.

Well, I think my husband

Edward may have k*lled John.

I think he may have m*rder*d your brother.

He's been acting strange

ever since we lost Dylan.

At first I just thought it

was him grieving, but...

I've caught him lying to

me on several occasions,

and now apparently

he's on some kind of drug.

I don't know if that has anything

to do with it, but it must, right?

He's changed, detective. He's

not the same man that I married.

I can look into it, Mrs. Hyde.

But with all due respect,

just because your husband's

behaviors have changed,

and he may or may not be on

drugs, doesn't make him a k*ller.

I confronted him about it.

He didn't deny it. He

more or less admitted it.

Mrs. Hyde, we believe the person

responsible for my brother's death

is responsible for at least

two other people's deaths.

What?

Others?

Yes. A homeless man

m*rder*d about a week ago,

and a second victim a few days ago.

So if what you're telling me is true,

then your husband is responsible

for the death of at least two other people.

Your husband. Where is he now?

At home, as far as I know.

Mrs. Hyde, I need you to go there,

and I need you to make

sure that he doesn't leave.

No, that's not gonna work.

Why not?

He told me to leave.

He told me that he'd

hurt me if I'd come back.

I'm gonna follow you.

I'll be right behind you.

Thank you.

Mrs. Hyde?

Mrs. Hyde, you home?

Hello? Mrs. Hyde?

Anybody? No. Hello? Mrs. Hyde?

Anybody home?

I'm here, Jack.

Mr. Hyde, why is it so dark in here?

What are you doing here, Jack?

Mrs. Hyde said I could come over anytime.

Mrs. Hyde isn't here right now.

Okay. You know when she'll get back?

Why don't you come in?

We'll wait for her together.

I don't know, Mr. Hyde.

What's there not to know?

It's not creepy in here.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

Why don't you come on in?

I think I'll just wait for her outside.

Damn it, Jack! I said there's

nothing to be afraid of!

Come on!

Jack?

Jack, it's not safe here. I need

you to go home now, okay?

Okay. Why don't you come with me?

No, Jack. Go. Now.

What the hell are you doing, Sarah?

Were you gonna k*ll him, too?

What are you talking about?

I know what you've been doing, Edward.

This drug, whatever it is

you're on, it's changing you.

It's making you a different

person. You're becoming a monster.

What if this is the way I've always been?

It's not, Eddie. Don't you

remember who you used to be?

Who we used to be?

This is the way I've always been.

This new drug has given me freedom.

You're not a k*ller, Edward!

Who have you been talking to?

What do you think you know?

I went to the police station.

They told me that the same person that

k*lled John Utterson also

k*lled two other people.

You went to the police?

Yeah.

That's too bad.

That's too bad!

[dramatic music]

Mr. Hyde, I'd like to have a word with you.

What can I do for you, officer?

Mr. Hyde, I'm Detective Joanna Utterson.

Well, Mrs. Utterson, I'm sorry that my wife

decided to involve you

in our marital quarrels,

but I assure you, everything's fine here.

You see, that's not what she told me.

Well, believe none of what you

hear and only half of what you see.

You see, your wife seems to think that you

may be responsible for

the death of my brother.

Of course. Mr. Utterson was your brother.

Yes, sir.

Well, officer, I'm sorry for your loss.

You don't seem to be too surprised

that your wife thinks you're a m*rder*r.

Yeah. She dropped that one on me earlier,

accusing me of k*lling

someone in cold blood.

That's true love right there.

Why would she say that you did if

she didn't have good reason to believe it?

I didn't say she didn't have a good reason.

Your brother k*lled our son.

He took something away

from me that I will never

get back, and he didn't

even have to pay for it.

So if you think for one second that I care

that your brother's dead,

you're deeply mistaken.

However, it doesn't mean that I did it.

I'm really sorry about the

loss of your son. I truly am.

But if you think for one second that

I'm going to stop looking for the son of a

b*tch that k*lled my brother,

you are deeply mistaken.

Let me tell you what I think happened.

You did your homework. You took your time.

Because if you k*lled him right away, it

would have been obvious

that you were behind it.

But you waited.

You got a little practice in.

You worked your techniques

until it was just right,

k*lling a homeless man and a

bartender that nobody would miss.

And then you found out where he lived.

You waited for him.

And then when you had

the chance, you took his life.

And eye for an eye

and all that. Am I right?

So let me tell you, on a scale of one

to dead wrong, may you rest in peace.

You know, at first I was skeptical. But

the more I talk to you, I'm starting to

believe I'm looking at my brother's k*ller.

Excuse me, Mrs. Detective. But

I've got more important things to do.

So if you're not going to

cuff me, get out of my house.

This isn't over, Hyde.

Oh, you mean there's more? I can't wait.

We'll see you next time.

[coughing]

Hi. This is Sarah Hyde. Dr. Thomas said I

could call for my test

results this morning.

I see.

Um, no, no, I'll make all

the arrangements. Thank you.

Excuse me, Brad Price?

Yes?

I'm Detective Johanna Utterson.

What can I do for you?

I'm here to talk about

former employee Edward Hyde.

Everything okay?

I'm not so sure, Mr. Price, but

I'm afraid I can't go into details.

I hope everything's all right. He's gone

through a lot with this

kid being k*lled and all.

He's a hell of a defense

attorney. He's a good man.

That good, huh?

Eddie was the best we had.

You know, when he quit, it was just the

result of all the bullshit

he was dealing with.

Pardon my French.

Still holding out hope that

he will come back one day.

You know, he was on his way

to becoming partner at the firm.

What else can you tell me

about Edward before he quit?

Eddie was a great guy. He

loved his family. He loved them.

You know, he's the type of guy that really

appreciated the little things in life.

How so?

Well, you know, he would just sit outside

sometimes and look up

at the sky and the birds.

Really appreciated order in the universe.

You know, if he wanted

things done a certain way, he

would go out and make

sure they were done that way.

He often spoke about

balancing the karmic scales.

I'm sorry. What was that? Karmic?

Yeah, it's just something Eddie mentioned

in one of the last conversations we had,

something about

balancing the karmic scales.

You know, Mr. Price, you

just helped me out a lot.

How so?

I need to go. I'll be in touch.

It was a bad night.

Sarah and I had just

found out that the man that

k*lled our son was getting

out without any jail time.

And I had no reason to be taking any sort

of drugs, especially not from a stranger.

But, well, there I was driving

down the road, pills in my hand.

I took one.

My mind just went wild.

I couldn't focus on any

one thing for too long.

My mind was on Dylan.

My baby boy.

And getting revenge.

And there was this kind

man, damn homeless man.

He just couldn't take no for an answer.

And there was this bartender.

I never intended on hurting her either.

I just was looking for

the man that k*lled my son.

But she kept pressuring me to

get her back to some place private.

I don't know, something

inside me just snapped.

I needed to prove a point.

I never intended of any of this happening.

Then, of course, it was John Utterson.

I just let the drug take over.

I swear I never intended

any of this to happen.

Sarah, I'm so sorry that I hurt you.

I love you.

And I just want you to be happy.

And the only way for that

to happen is without me.

My name is Edward Michael Hyde.

This is my confession to the murders of

Dan Carew, Beth White, and John Utterson.

[silence]

What brings you by?

I came by because...

I have something I have to tell you.

What?

What's wrong?

I'm pregnant.

What?

Are you sure?

I'm sure the doctor confirmed it.

Well, that's great.

Babe, this could be our second chance.

Eddie, I...

I don't want to have this baby.

What?

I want an ab*rtion.

Edward, this baby was conceived after you

were already on whatever drug you're on.

I don't want to take the risk that...

Risk?

What risk?

I'm the one that's on the pills,

not you. The baby will be fine.

I just don't want it to be a...

A monster.

Like me.

I'm sorry.

I... I can't have this baby.

I mean...

I don't understand. This...

This is our shot.

I mean, a second chance.

It's...

All that's left of us.

It's all that's left of Dylan.

It could be Dylan's little brother

or sister that he always wanted.

How could you get rid of that?

I'm not having this baby, Eddie.

I just wanted you to know.

That's too bad.

That's too bad!

You're gonna k*ll this baby?

I'm gonna take you with it.

Freeze!

Well, if it isn't Virginia's

most average...

Breaking into my house now, detective?

I'm taking you in. You're under arrest.

You haven't got proof of anything?

Oh yeah, I got your wife knocked

out on the floor. You're coming with me.

I'm good.

You have no choice. It's time we

start balancing those karmic scales.

[footsteps]

Why are we here?

You know why.

No, I don't know why. It's because

I got into a fight with my wife.

Which, by the way, she's still back there

laying on the floor.

You just left her there.

I know you did it.

I don't know what you're

talking about. Listen, detective.

I know you're upset, but you're

not in your right state of mind.

I gotta get back to my wife.

My brother was my hero. You know that?

When he was a little boy,

he wanted to be a TV star.

All he wanted was to get his life back

together after this accident with your son.

You were here. He was here.

And you went right up

and attacked him, man.

I want to hear you say it.

I want to hear you say it.

I'm sorry.

You're sorry? I need to

know what you're sorry about.

Tell me what you did. I need

to know what you did. Say it.

You think you can get away with this?

You think you can go around taking people's

lives and not have to pay the price for it?

No. No! I made a confession tape.

I was gonna k*ll myself before Sarah

got there. Told me she was pregnant.

And now I've got something to live for.

Let's go. Let's get out of

here. Let's go to the police.

This isn't what you want.

Not this. Not here. Not now.

How do you know what I want?

Because it's what I want. I want the

same thing. I want this all to be over.

I'm having trouble wrapping my head around

all of this. Around

everything that's happened.

You k*lled my brother. You sliced his

neck right open without batting an eye.

You took his life.

I have no problem telling

them that you threatened me.

I'll put you down right

here. An eye for an eye, right?

Balancing the karmic

scales. Ordering the universe.

I needed help. I started

taking these pills. And I found

out where your brother lived.

After I met that bartender.

Beth White. Another person you k*lled.

I waited for about 15

minutes. Until he got there.

And then I got out of

my car and I followed him.

Can I help you?

-Yes you can.

Oh my God. I know who

you are. You're Hyde. I was

wondering when you or your

wife would come and find me.

I can't tell you how sorry I am. I've

never met for any of this to happen.

I didn't see your son until it was already

too late. If there's

anything I can do to...

He just laid there and died.

You k*lled him. You left him there to

die like he was a piece of trash. Like he

didn't mean anything. Just like

you did all those other people.

I know you want closure.

Don't say that word to me.

That word doesn't exist. Do

you even know what closure

is? Don't say that word to me.

Don't say I don't know anything about

closure. You know

what closure is? It's being

able to come home and talk to your son

about his day. About his first girlfriend.

Closure is about kissing him good night.

Telling him that he means the world to

you. I will never get that kind of closure.

Because your brother took that

away from me. That word's a myth.

Well, if that word is a myth, then there's

nothing left to do here. So let's go to

the police station. Let's get out of here.

No. There's one more thing I need to hear.

I've told you everything. What

more do you want from me?

Three words. Just three

words. You know what they are. I

need to hear you say it. I

need to hear you say it. Tell me.

I did it. I k*lled the homeless man. I

k*lled the bartender.

I k*lled your brother.

You got it. It's my confession.

You got what you wanted.

Now come on. Let's get out

of here and go to the police.

I don't feel anything. I don't feel

a damn thing. Nothing's changed.

I wish there was something more that I

could do to help. But there isn't. The only

thing left for me to do is to go to jail.

Go to court. Lead guilty. Serve my time.

So come on. Let's get out of here.

You shut your mouth. We're not done here,

man. Not at all. So why are you afraid of

dying now? Huh? What's

different? What's changed?

I have another child on the way. That's

what's different. Does my confession help

you at all? I mean, if there

isn't any closure, and closure's

a myth, then what are we doing

here? What do you want from me?

I want you dead. That's what I want.

Oh.

Dad. Dad.

Dylan?

-It's okay Dad.

It's okay Dad. You can come home now.

Dad Come home.

Excuse me, sir. This is

a crime scene. I'm gonna

have to ask you to leave.

- I knew a victim -Really?

Then we'll need to get a statement.

- That's fine.

Can I ask your name?

Sir.

Your name, what is it?

- I'm Jekyll. Henry Jekyll.