Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

1·1 From high above London's soot-dark roofs, one clean shopping street shines on a Sunday

1·2 Utterson walks upright and alone along a blank, soot-dark wall in pale Sunday light.

1·3 On a Sunday walk, unsmiling Mr. Utterson glances at his companion with warmth in his eyes

1·4 Mr. Utterson and Mr. Enfield walk side by side down an empty Sunday street in dull silence

1·5 Utterson and Enfield walk silently down a by-street of polished brasses in a dingy quarter

1·6 On a bright Sunday by-street, a windowless, neglected gable sticks out between cheerful shop fronts.

1·7 The forgotten door's lower half: blistered paint, match streaks, a schoolboy's knife cuts

1·8 On a Sunday walk, Mr. Enfield stops and raises his cane toward a small, shadowed door

1·9 Mr. Utterson's grave face tightens slightly as Enfield speaks of a very odd story

1·10 At three o'clock on a black winter morning, Mr. Enfield walks alone down an empty London street.

1·11 At three on a winter morning, a little man and a small girl near the same gaslit corner

1·12 A little man walks steadily on, leaving the girl he trampled screaming on the cobbles

1·13 At three on a winter morning, Enfield holds the little man by the collar under a gas lamp

1·14 At a lamplit corner, a ring of furious people closes around one small man

1·15 In the dark recess of the neglected door, the man who trampled the child uses his own key

1·16 A gloved hand holds ten sovereigns and a Coutts's cheque, thumb over the famous signature

1·17 Enfield names the shabby door Black Mail House as Utterson listens gravely

1·18 Mr. Utterson turns sharply toward the neglected door and asks about the place

1·19 Enfield swings his cane down in an arc to show how a question sets a stone rolling

1·20 Seen from the far footway, the blind gable above the shut door rises into a clear Sunday sky.

1·21 The two men walk on down the bright, empty by-street, the dark door now small behind them

1·22 On a sunny Sunday by-street, Enfield casually says the name "Hyde."

1·23 Mr. Enfield breaks off mid-sentence and stares, disgusted by a face only he can see

1·24 Hearing the name Hyde, Mr. Utterson walks on in silence, gloved hands clenched behind him

1·25 Enfield turns sharply mid-stride, caught off guard by Utterson's question about the key

1·26 Extreme close-up of Mr. Utterson's eyes under the black brim of his top hat, grave and steady.

1·27 Enfield stops on the Sunday footway, flushed and sullen, insisting Hyde still has the key

1·28 On the empty Sunday by-street, Mr. Utterson gives a deep sigh and says nothing.

1·29 Mr. Utterson grips Enfield's hand and promises never to speak of the story again

1·30 The Sunday by-street stands empty after the two walkers have gone.

2·1 It is Sunday dusk over Gaunt Street, seen from above the roofs.

2·2 Mr. Utterson breaks his Sunday habit and goes alone with a candle into his dark business room.

2·3 Alone late on Sunday night, Mr. Utterson studies Dr. Jekyll's will by a single candle

2·4 Dr. Jekyll's handwritten will lies open under Mr. Utterson's candle on the green leather desk.

2·5 By the light of one candle, Mr. Utterson pushes Jekyll's will back into the dark of his iron safe.

2·6 Mr. Utterson walks fast and alone down a lamplit London street toward Dr. Lanyon's house

2·7 Dr Lanyon jumps up from his wine and holds out both hands to Utterson

2·8 At Lanyon's gaslit table, Utterson leans in and brings the easy talk round to Henry Jekyll

2·9 Over his wine, Dr. Lanyon suddenly flushes purple and bangs his fist on the mahogany

2·10 Seen from above, Dr. Lanyon's hand relaxes out of a fist beside his glass on the gaslit mahogany.

2·11 Across Dr Lanyon's table, Mr Utterson sits very still and calmly drops the name Hyde

2·12 Utterson is seen from behind, over his shoulder, in Lanyon's gaslit dining-room.

2·13 Mr. Utterson lies awake in his dark four-poster, turning Hyde's name over in his mind

2·14 In the small hours, the lawyer lies awake in his dark four-poster, kept up by questions

2·15 In Utterson's sleepless vision, a night city stretches out as an endless grid of gas lamps.

2·16 In Utterson's dream, the figure that haunts him stands still under a harsh street lamp.

2·17 In the noon rush, Mr. Utterson stands still among shoppers, staring at the blistered door

2·18 Utterson stands alone at night on the by-street across from the blistered door.

2·19 On a still, frosty night after ten, Mr. Utterson stands small and motionless by the blistered door.

2·22 Mr. Utterson steps out of the dark court entry and reaches for Hyde's shoulder.

2·23 Hyde flinches from the lawyer's touch at the old door.

2·25 On a frosty night by the blistered door, Mr. Utterson politely asks to see Hyde's face.

2·26 On the frosty step before the blistered door, Hyde turns to face Utterson in the gaslight.

2·27 At the blistered door, Mr. Hyde smiles thinly and gives the lawyer an address in Soho

2·28 Hyde has just given his Soho address, and Utterson wonders whether Hyde has his eye on the will too.

2·30 Hyde's cold composure breaks when he hears Jekyll's name.

2·31 Mr. Hyde gives a savage laugh and slips through the old blistered door into the dark.

2·32 After Hyde disappears, Mr. Utterson walks slowly up the frosty, lamplit by-street alone

2·33 Alone, Utterson presses his fingers to his brow and names his disgust: Satan's signature

2·34 On a frosty night, Mr. Utterson comes round the corner into a square of shabby old houses.

2·35 Hat in hand on Dr Jekyll's step, Utterson asks Poole whether the doctor is at home

2·36 Poole shows Utterson in from the frosty street to Dr Jekyll's low, flagged hall.

2·37 Alone in Jekyll's firelit hall, Utterson leans heavily on the tall brass fender.

2·38 Alone at the fender, Utterson feels menaced by Jekyll's hall, London's pleasantest room

2·39 In the firelit hall of Dr. Jekyll's house, Poole calmly says that Mr. Hyde has a key.

2·40 In Jekyll's firelit hall, Poole quietly tells Utterson the servants must obey Mr. Hyde

2·41 Poole points into the dark passage, telling Utterson Hyde comes and goes by the laboratory

2·42 Mr. Utterson takes grave leave of the butler in Jekyll's firelit hall, still uneasy

2·43 After meeting Hyde, Utterson walks home alone down a long, frost-bright London street.

2·44 Utterson stops under a gas lamp on the frosty walk home.

2·45 The other guests have left.

2·46 Dr. Jekyll sits back in his green leather armchair in the firelight after dinner

2·47 After the guests leave, Utterson leans forward by the fire and raises the will

2·48 Across the fire after dinner, Utterson brings up Hyde's name.

2·49 At the first mention of Hyde, Dr. Jekyll's face goes white to the lips

2·50 Utterson has just called what he heard "abominable".

2·51 Across the hearth, Utterson leans toward his friend with an open palm.

2·52 By the late fire, Dr. Jekyll leans across the hearth and holds out his hand to Utterson.

2·53 While Jekyll waits for his answer, Utterson looks into the low coal fire and thinks.

2·54 Utterson has risen to leave.

2·55 By the dying fire, Jekyll grips Utterson's sleeve and asks justice for Hyde

2·56 Utterson lets out a sigh he cannot hold back and gives Jekyll his promise against his own judgement.

3·1 Riverside London lies calm and silver under a full October moon

3·2 The young maid sits on her green box, gazing dreamily down into the moonlit lane

3·3 The young maid sits calm and trusting on her green box under the moonlit window

3·4 A white-haired old gentleman walks slowly down a moonlit lane by the river

3·5 In the moonlit lane, a white-haired gentleman bows and asks a small man the way

3·6 From her moonlit window, the maid recognises Mr. Hyde in the lane below

3·7 Mr. Hyde's heavy cane swings high above the surprised old gentleman in the lane

3·8 The maid on her green box jerks back from the moonlit window with her hands clamped over her mouth.

3·9 The maid lies unconscious on the bare boards beside her green box in moonlight

3·10 Constables' lanterns converge on the old gentleman's body in the foggy lane

3·11 Half of the murderer's heavy cane lies in the wet stone gutter of the lane.

3·12 Under a constable's lantern, a sealed envelope is lifted from the wet cobbles

3·13 At dawn, Mr. Utterson holds the dead man's envelope as a constable waits by his bed

3·14 Utterson clutches Carew's envelope and will say nothing till he has seen the body

3·15 In a bare police cell, Utterson names the dead man as Sir Danvers Carew

3·16 In the whitewashed cell under the gas jet, the inspector's shock turns to eager ambition.

3·17 The inspector lays half of a splintered dark cane on the police cell's table

3·18 Mr. Utterson recognises the broken stick as the one he once gave Henry Jekyll.

3·19 In a police cell, Utterson asks if Hyde is small; the inspector lowers his palm

3·20 In the police cell, Utterson offers to lead the inspector to Hyde's house

3·21 A small cab crawls through a muddy Soho street under chocolate-brown fog

3·22 In the Soho fog, Utterson glances at Inspector Newcomen, feeling terror of the law

3·23 For one grey moment the fog lifts over a squalid Soho street.

3·24 Brown fog closes over the Soho street around the grimy house of a rich heir

3·25 A silver-haired old woman with a smooth ivory face opens the door of Hyde's sooty Soho house.

3·26 On Hyde's Soho doorstep, Utterson introduces an inspector from Scotland Yard

3·27 Hyde's ivory-faced housekeeper hears of Scotland Yard and her manners slip

3·28 Utterson and Inspector Newcomen exchange a look as the housekeeper hovers

3·29 Inspector Newcomen holds up the other half of the broken stick in Hyde's rooms

3·30 Utterson looks up at a gilt-framed landscape in Hyde's ransacked sitting room

3·31 Inspector Newcomen kneels at Hyde's cold hearth and sifts the ashes of papers

3·32 The inspector lifts a charred green cheque book from burned papers in Hyde's room

3·33 Inspector Newcomen raises the stick's other half and the burnt cheque-book butt

3·34 Newcomen taps the broken stick on his palm, telling Utterson he has the murderer

3·35 Utterson stands alone at the fog-filled window of Hyde's ransacked rooms.

3·36 Soho seen from high above at nine in the morning, sinking into a thick umber fog.

4·1 Fog closes over a shabby square where one well-kept corner house still glows

4·2 Poole leads Utterson across the foggy yard toward Jekyll's windowless laboratory

4·3 Poole leads Mr. Utterson across Dr. Jekyll's old dissecting theatre.

4·4 Mr. Utterson stops on the stair below the red-baize door of the dissecting theatre

4·5 In the dim cabinet, Utterson questions a deathly pale Jekyll sunk by the fire

4·6 Hearing the news of the murder, the sick Dr. Jekyll flinches by the fire.

4·7 Gripping a chair in Jekyll's cabinet, Utterson asks if he has hidden Hyde

4·8 Dr. Jekyll half rises from his chair and swears he is done with Hyde

4·9 Utterson stands by the business table and hears out Jekyll's fevered oath

4·10 A feverish Dr. Jekyll leans from his armchair and holds out a folded letter

4·11 Utterson stands at the table as a pale Jekyll holds out the letter by the fire

4·12 Utterson's steady hands hold Hyde's letter above the green leather of Jekyll's business table.

4·13 Mr Utterson lowers the letter signed Edward Hyde, his suspicion easing to relief

4·14 The envelope of Hyde's letter lies as a curl of grey ash in Jekyll's grate

4·15 Utterson stands in Jekyll's cabinet with Hyde's letter folded against his chest

4·16 Dr. Jekyll sinks back in his leather armchair by the cabinet fire.

4·17 Standing by the business table, Utterson calmly announces that Hyde meant to murder his friend.

4·18 Jekyll bends forward in his armchair by the fire and hides his face in his hands

4·19 Jekyll bends forward in the red armchair by the fire with his face buried in his hands.

4·20 Leaving through the firelit hall, the lawyer asks the butler about the messenger

4·21 In the lamplit hall, Poole says nothing came except circulars by post

4·22 Mr. Utterson walks home alone along a foggy London footway, his fears renewed

4·23 Mr. Utterson leaves Jekyll's house through the brown fog with his fears renewed.

4·24 Mr. Utterson and his head clerk Mr. Guest sit by the hearth with old wine

4·25 From a window in Mr. Utterson's firelit room, London lies drowned under a sleeping brown fog.

4·26 Warmed by the old wine at his own fireside, Mr. Utterson leans back in his leather wing chair.

4·27 Utterson and Guest sit by a glowing fire with old wine as fog presses the window

4·28 Utterson holds out Hyde's letter and Mr. Guest leans forward to take it

4·29 Mr. Guest, a keen student of handwriting, bends over Hyde's letter under the lamp

4·30 By his fire, Utterson watches Guest bend over the murderer's letter in lamplight

4·31 Mr. Guest looks up as Utterson's servant hands over a folded note from Jekyll

4·32 Mr. Guest turns from Hyde's letter to look at the note in Utterson's raised hand

4·33 Under the green lamp, Mr. Guest compares Hyde's letter with Jekyll's dinner note

4·34 By Utterson's fire, Mr. Guest hands back Hyde's letter and Jekyll's note

4·35 Utterson sits in the wing chair with the letter and Jekyll's note on his knee

4·36 Guest tells Utterson the murderer's letter and Jekyll's hand match in many points

4·37 Utterson and his clerk Guest sit on either side of the fire after comparing the two handwritings.

4·38 By the low fire, Guest nods discreetly as Utterson grips the two folded sheets

4·39 Late at night Mr. Utterson is alone in his candlelit business room.

4·40 Alone at night, Mr. Utterson locks Jekyll's note in his iron safe

4·42 The note is locked away and the room is empty.

5·1 A high view looks down over a quiet London square in winter.

5·2 From his top step, Dr. Jekyll waves off departing friends in winter sunlight

5·3 On a bright January afternoon, Poole bows his head and refuses Utterson entry

5·4 At last Utterson is let into Dr. Lanyon's house.

5·5 Utterson sees Dr. Lanyon, once rosy, now sitting wasted and pale in his carver

5·6 At his gaslit table, Lanyon calmly tells Utterson he has only weeks to live

5·7 At Lanyon's dinner table, Utterson leans gently toward his host and remarks that Jekyll is ill too.

5·8 The dying Dr. Lanyon half-rises and holds up a shaking palm at Jekyll's name

5·9 Utterson reaches his open hand across Lanyon's white tablecloth in a quiet plea

5·10 Utterson and Lanyon sit together at one corner of a long, empty dining table under the gaslight.

5·11 Eyes shut, Lanyon begs Utterson to talk of other things or leave

5·12 A full glass of wine stands untouched by a decanter on Lanyon's mahogany table

5·13 Utterson has just come home from Lanyon's house.

5·14 Utterson presses flat the many close-written pages of Jekyll's letter under one candle

5·15 Alone by candlelight, Utterson sits with his hand on Jekyll's letter and stares into the dark.

5·16 After Lanyon's funeral, Utterson sits alone by one candle with his dead friend's envelope

5·17 By a melancholy candle, Utterson's hands freeze over the broken seal of Lanyon's envelope

5·18 On the night after Lanyon's funeral, Utterson decides not to open the second seal.

5·19 Utterson stands below Poole at Jekyll's front door and listens to his gloomy report

5·20 On Jekyll's doorstep, the loyal butler gives his usual quiet report to an unseen visitor

5·21 Utterson walks away across the grey square from Jekyll's closed-off house.

5·22 On a quiet Sunday, Utterson and Enfield stop again before the blistered, bell-less door

5·23 On a quiet Sunday at sunset, Enfield happily says that the Hyde affair is over.

5·24 On a quiet Sunday walk, Enfield stops in front of the neglected door.

5·25 Utterson gestures toward the dark court by the old door, and Enfield turns to follow

5·26 Utterson and Enfield stand in the damp, dusky court and look up at the half-open middle window.

5·27 Jekyll leans on his barred window frame and tells Utterson below it will not last long

5·28 Utterson waves cheerfully up at the half-open window and Enfield raises his hat

5·29 Jekyll sits at his barred window above the dim court and sadly turns down the walk

5·30 Dr. Jekyll leans out of his half-open window and smiles warmly down at his friends

5·31 At the half-open window, Jekyll's polite smile vanishes into abject terror and despair

5·32 The middle cabinet window has been slammed shut.

5·33 Utterson and Enfield hurry out of the dim, damp court in silence with their backs to the window.

5·34 Out of the by-street at last, Utterson turns to Enfield on a street in blue Sunday dusk.

5·35 Enfield answers Utterson's "God forgive us" with a grave nod and walks on

5·36 The small court behind the laboratory at dusk, just after Utterson and Enfield have gone.

6·1 On a cold March evening, dark roofs and empty streets reach the horizon under a pale moon

6·2 Utterson is sitting alone by his fire after dinner.

6·3 White-faced, sweating Poole stands by Utterson's fire and tells him something is wrong

6·4 Poole sits stiffly across the fire from Utterson, wine untouched, and admits he is afraid

6·5 Poole sits stiff in the firelit wing chair by Mr. Utterson's hearth.

6·6 The lawyer jerks upright in his fireside wing chair and cries "Foul play!"

6·7 A glass of wine, still full to the brim, stands on the small round table by the fire.

6·8 Utterson and Poole hurry across an empty Georgian square at night.

6·9 In the empty, windswept square, Poole mops his white brow with a red handkerchief

6·10 On a windy March night, Poole knocks softly at his master's front door.

6·11 Utterson finds Jekyll's household packed round the hall fire like frightened sheep

6·12 In Jekyll's hall, Utterson's rebuke meets silence from servants packed round the fire

6·13 The maid's wail makes Poole snap "Hold your tongue!"

6·14 At the dark surgical theatre, Poole turns back and whispers a warning to Utterson

6·15 Utterson listens against the wall below as Poole climbs alone to the red baize door

6·16 Poole knocks on the red baize door and calls his master, signalling Utterson to listen

6·17 Utterson stands alone at the foot of the cabinet stair, lit from below by Poole's candle.

6·18 Poole leads Utterson into Jekyll's great kitchen, where the fire is out and beetles leap

6·19 Across a single candle, Poole asks Utterson whether that was his master's voice

6·20 By one candle in the cold kitchen, Poole slaps the table: his master was made away with

6·21 Utterson bites his finger as Poole counts off a week of orders and trips to every chemist

6·22 In the cold kitchen, Utterson bends to Poole's candle to study the crumpled note

6·23 By candlelight, Utterson holds Jekyll's crumpled order to the chemists flat on the kitchen table.

6·24 By one candle in the cold kitchen, Utterson looks up sharply from Jekyll's desperate note

6·25 In the dark kitchen, the old butler stops in the middle of his story and drags a hand down his face.

6·26 Utterson explains his theory of a disfiguring illness while Poole stands unconvinced

6·27 Poole goes pale and whispers that the thing in the cabinet was more of a dwarf

6·28 Utterson straightens by the candle and declares it his duty to break in the cabinet door

6·29 In the cold kitchen, the butler points to the poker by the dead grate as the lawyer looks

6·30 Mr. Utterson weighs the heavy kitchen poker in the cold, dark kitchen and looks up at Poole.

6·31 In the kitchen, the frightened butler looks Utterson in the eye and says the name

6·32 By one candle, Utterson bows his head and admits he felt the same cold dread as Poole

6·33 Utterson grips the iron poker against his shoulder and looks Poole in the eye

6·34 Poker under his arm, Utterson calmly gives the pale, frightened footman his post

6·35 Utterson and Poole sit silently on the lowest tier of the dark dissecting theatre

6·36 In the dark theatre, Utterson and Poole look up toward footsteps pacing the cabinet floor

6·37 The stair is black and empty.

6·38 Utterson turns to the butler at the dark stair, chilled by "Once I heard it weeping"

6·39 In the dark dissecting theatre, Poole drags a heavy axe out of a crate's packing straw

6·40 Before the shut red baize door, Utterson raises his voice and demands to see Jekyll

6·41 Utterson has just recognised Hyde's voice behind the red baize door.

6·42 Poole brings the axe down on the red baize door for the first time, and the whole building shakes.

6·44 Behind the broken red baize door, the cabinet looks peaceful.

6·45 Utterson and Poole kneel over the small, twisted body and see the face of Edward Hyde

6·46 A small, hairy dead hand, lost in the doctor's huge coat sleeve, clutches a crushed phial

6·47 Utterson stands over Hyde's body in the firelit cabinet and says, "We have come too late."

6·48 Utterson opens dusty closets in the corridor as Poole turns toward the arched cellar door

6·49 Utterson and Poole stand at the top of the cellar steps as a mat of old cobweb falls from the arch.

6·50 In the dusty corridor, Poole stamps on the flags and listens for a hollow sound

6·51 A rusty key lies snapped in two on the stone flags by the locked door to the by-street.

6·52 By the locked by-street door, Utterson holds out the two rusted halves of the broken key.

6·53 Utterson bends over the white salt on Jekyll's table as Poole glances back at Hyde's body

6·54 As Poole names the white salt as the drug he kept fetching, the kettle boils over

6·55 Utterson finds a pious book's margins filled with blasphemies in Jekyll's own hand

6·56 Utterson and Poole bend towards the cheval-glass in Jekyll's cabinet, expecting horror

6·57 At the cheval-glass, Utterson stops short at his friend's name but stays composed

6·58 In Jekyll's wrecked cabinet, Utterson tears open his envelope and its enclosures fall out

6·59 Utterson's thumb stops on a line of Jekyll's new will: instead of Hyde's name, his own

6·60 Utterson lowers the will bearing his own name and looks down toward the dead man

6·61 Utterson holds Jekyll's dated note unread to his chest as Poole urges him to read it

6·62 By lamplight in the wrecked cabinet, Utterson reads his friend's last short note.

6·63 Poole passes Jekyll's thick, many-sealed packet into Utterson's cupped hands

6·64 Utterson pockets Jekyll's sealed packet and raises a finger to swear Poole to silence

6·65 The servants huddle at the hall fire as Utterson, packet in pocket, trudges to the door

7·1 A January evening settles over Cavendish Square, quiet and orderly.

7·2 Dr Lanyon sits alone at his long dining table, reading Jekyll's strange registered letter

7·3 Alone at his laid supper table, Dr Lanyon holds Jekyll's registered letter taut under the gaslight.

7·4 Lanyon sits alone at his long gaslit table, bent over Jekyll's registered letter

7·5 Dr Lanyon presses the letter flat on the tablecloth and frowns down the table at the door

7·6 Jekyll's letter lies flat on Lanyon's dinner table, and it ends in the shaky initials "H.J."

7·7 Under hard gaslight, Dr Lanyon reads the last line of the postscript to Jekyll's letter

7·8 At night, Lanyon, Poole and two tradesmen walk into Dr. Denman's dusty, windowless surgical theatre.

7·9 Jekyll's drawer on Lanyon's table: white salt, blood-red tincture, a book of dates

7·10 Alone at midnight, servants sent to bed, Dr Lanyon loads an old revolver under gaslight

7·11 At midnight, Lanyon opens his door, hand on his revolver, to a tiny figure by the pillar

7·12 In Lanyon's gaslit consulting room, the small midnight visitor is swamped in rich clothes

7·13 Seen from directly above, the graduated glass on Lanyon's green leather table has stopped fizzing.

7·14 Just before he drinks, the small visitor raises the green draught like a toast.

7·15 In the consulting room, the small visitor clutches the table as the draught takes hold

7·16 It is past midnight in the gaslit consulting room.

7·17 Alone at his writing table in grey winter daylight, Dr Lanyon stops mid-confession

8·1 Seen from high above in the small hours, the respectable house on the sleeping square is dark.

8·2 Jekyll sits alone by his cabinet fire, his face half lit by the coals, half in darkness

8·3 Henry Jekyll lifts the still-smoking draught and stops it an inch from his lips

8·4 Alone in the lamplit cabinet, the newly born Hyde flings out his arms in delight

8·5 Before dawn at the pier glass, Hyde sees his new face for the first time and is glad

8·6 Restored to his own shape, Henry Jekyll sits by the dying fire as cold dawn comes in

8·7 Jekyll sits by the red grate at midnight, hand over his mouth, horrified by Hyde's deeds

8·8 At three on a winter morning, Hyde stands with his back against the laboratory door

8·9 Late at night under the lamp, Jekyll signs Hyde's name in a backward-sloping hand

9·1 A quiet, prosperous London square lies still in yellow morning haze.

9·2 Jekyll wakes in his own bed and sees a hand that is not his on the white counterpane

9·3 In Jekyll's bedroom, the pier glass shows Edward Hyde in a nightshirt far too large

9·4 Alone at his breakfast table, Dr Jekyll grips the carver and chooses the better part

9·5 After two months of self-denial, Jekyll raises the red draught before the cheval-glass

9·6 Under a gas lamp in a narrow lane, Hyde raises his heavy cane over Sir Danvers Carew

9·7 Henry Jekyll has just changed back from Hyde.

9·8 Jekyll gives up his double life.

9·9 Jekyll stops mid-letter and turns to the darkening window as his lower side growls

10·1 Seen from above, Regent's Park shines on a clear January day as strollers walk its paths

10·2 On a Regent's Park bench, sudden nausea and a violent shudder bend Jekyll forward

10·4 On a sunny bench in Regent's Park, the doctor has become Edward Hyde again with no drug

10·5 On the empty bench, Hyde lifts his hairy hand and flexes it as if around a pen

10·6 In bright January sun, Hyde bares his teeth at the laughing cabman beside the hansom

10·7 In a Portland Street hotel, Hyde's hairy hand slowly writes in Dr. Jekyll's calm script

10·8 On a lamplit January street, a tired woman offers matches to a small man in baggy clothes

10·9 At midnight in Lanyon's consulting room, Jekyll, just changed back, stands pale and dazed

10·10 In Lanyon's consulting room, Jekyll stands deathly pale, turned away from his friend

10·11 The morning after his escape, Jekyll wakes in his own bed as himself.

11·1 The paved court behind Dr Jekyll's house lies empty on a clear, cold morning, and the calm is false.

11·2 Just inside his cabinet, Jekyll doubles over against a glazed press as the change takes hold.

11·3 In the fire-lit cabinet, Hyde has just woken in the chair where Jekyll dozed.

11·4 Hyde smiles thinly as he pushes inky fingers through Jekyll's father's portrait

11·5 Dr Jekyll stands at the chemical table with the emptied glass and stares at his raised palm.

11·6 A few last white grains lie on a glass saucer on the green leather of the business table.

11·7 In the cold light of the cheval-glass, Henry Jekyll looks into his own grey eyes for the last time.

11·8 Henry Jekyll's thin, wasted hands hold a brass seal just above the red wax on his confession.