All language subtitles for Penny Dreadful - S01E05 - Closer Than Sisters

Previously on Penny Dreadful...

Her gifts make her vulnerable.

They also make her desirable.

Vanessa...

Help me.

What happened to Mina?

She became embroiled with a creature.

Now she has become his slave,

hovering between our world and his.

They are all about me.

And what's your part in all this?

MY Dart is my own.

I lost a son in Africa.

Father mine, let me come with you.

I'll prove myself a proper explorer.

Peter loves you, Father.

Amunet, girl?

No, much older.

Amunet was the consort of Amun-Ra,

the original Serpent Prince.

He was sustained by feeding

on the souls of others.

I would not tell Miss Ives this.

Who wants to know
they're hunted by the devil?

What's happened?

It came after you.

I think it was all a ploy.

But it was Mina who led me to him.

Then she may be your enemy.

Can you blame her?

Where's Vanessa?

I want Mother.

Why do you want her?

Why does everyone want her?

But for my transgression,
would any of this have occurred?

We cannot unmake the past.

We shall live with our guilt,
you and I.

My dearest Mina,

my darling friend.

I began these letters
when I recovered from my illness.

At first, I composed them
perhaps every month.

Then weekly and now daily.

Soon I will, no doubt,
give up all other occupation

and simply write.

The ending of one letter
becoming the beginning of the next,

an endless ribbon of words.

I write in hope that one day
you will answer me

and that everything
can again be like it was...

Though I know that can never be.

I don't remember clouds
when we were young.

Were there any, my dearest Mina?

Just beyond the horizon, perhaps?

Or was it all seashore
and sandcastles?

Such a thought is naive, I know.

But aren't memories always that?

Let's go in and go terribly far out.

We mustn't. We'll get in trouble.

You're afraid.

- No, I'm not.
- Then come in with me.

How far do you think we could swim?

Far as we want. Everywhere.

And what would we do
when we got there?

Everything-

I think we should go in
and go as far out as we can see.

No, we shouldn't.

Will you always be afraid, Mina mine?

Were ever two families
closer than ours?

I don't remember a day that gate
between our homes was closed.

Until the day it closed forever.

Hello, Mrs Murray.
Gorgeous day for the homecoming.

We're all at sixes and sevens.

Children are in the solarium.

Good morning, Mr Andrews.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning, Peter.

God, still at that monkey?

As much as I try, it just looks...

- Dead.
- He's not an "it,"

he's a "he."

Give him a name.

Van, he's a stupid dead monkey.

You have to give them names

or they'll never come to life.

It's like a witch's spell.

This is Ariel from the Shakespeare.

You're forever working
on things that eat other things.

I think you're bloodthirsty.

I'm bloodthirsty. She's just ghoulish.

I think Mr Andrews
has the most luxurious moustaches.

- I know, he's gorgeous.
- And so tall.

I'm sure I'll marry a tall man.

I couldn't love someone stunted,

it'd be too embarrassing at balls.

What sort of man will he be?

Over six feet at least.

With moustaches he waxes daily

and tiny feet for dancing.

What about you?

Anything but one of
father's dreadful solicitors.

Then, of course,
you're going to marry Peter.

Everyone says so.

I shan't be here to marry you, Van.

Where will you be?

In Africa with father.

Are you sure you want
to be an explorer?

Well, I can't be making
stuffed monkeys my whole life.

Be careful with those bags.

- Father!
- Hello, Peter.

- Father!
- And there's my girl.

Hello!

You're so thin.

I can feel your ribs this time.

And you haven't worn your hat.

You've caught me out.

That was the first thing I lost.

- What was the second?
- My way.

Hello, Gladys.

None of that, dear.

What did you bring me?

Well, let's see...

What have we got here?

Now...

- What is it?
- It's a serval.

Genus Leptailurus
from the shores of Lake Tanganyika.

- How gorgeous.
- Thank you, Father.

Now, I'm as hungry as a crocodile.

Have you put on a proper feast?

Excuse me?

Those festive homecomings
I remember most.

They were our true holidays.

My mother and father were always
welcome company at your table.

Your father would return to us
with rare gifts and a sunburn.

Now, would anyone like to hear about
my encounter with the cannibals?

Yes? Good.

But rarest of all
were his tales of adventure,

I'm sure much edited for our ears.

...when we suddenly heard a cry...

Peter's eyes would light up.

Such a marvellous future
he imagined alongside his father.

Before we knew it we were tangled up

in ropes and nets,
and there they were.

Shouting, waving their spears,
chanting, "Nyame! Nyame! Nyame!"

Nyame means "meat."

Flesh. Food. Us.

That's just awful.

Shall we begin?

But for all our kinship, my Mina,

we were not completely alike.

The mysteries of my Catholic church

were alien to you and your family.

Had I been older,
I would have seen more.

Beneath the laughter,

beneath that great, easy
outpouring of conversation,

it wasn't tension exactly, was it?

Not amongst two such
congenial families.

No.

It was more a tremor of something.

Like words hollered
down a bottomless pit

that come back occluded
and more complex.

Adulthood, maybe.

And on that terrible night,
that night it happened,

did anything particularly important
happen at the dinner?

No, not that I recall.

Honestly,
I thought I was going to find

you and Peter around the next corner,

playing some trick on me.

My mother.

Your father.

More than the shock,

the sinfulness, the forbidden act,

there was this.

I enjoyed it.

Something whispered.

I listened.

Perhaps it has always
been there, this thing,

this demon inside me.

Or behind my back,
waiting for me to turn around.

I didn't tell you what I saw.

How could I?

There was no need for you
to grow up so fast.

- Tomorrow, we should go into town.
- Yes.

You could not have endured it.
Or so I told myself.

Perhaps I was just cherishing
the secrecy of it as a hidden sin.

But in me, there was a change.

I marked it
from that night in the hedge maze.

Perhaps it was always there.

Little acts of wickedness.

Harmless, of course.
Something any girl would do.

I told myself it was no more
than mischief.

But I knew it was more.

Of course I did.

Cold blows the wind

To my true love

And gently drops the rain

I have never had but one true love

And in Greenwood he lies slain

And as we grew up,
and you grew lovelier,

it was no wonder to me that
you met your gentleman first.

Or that he had luxurious moustaches.

Such a gallant young officer.

What a handsome couple you were.

Found you.

Thank you.

It was the season
of Peter's inadequate beard,

I watched your courtship
with Captain Branson flourish.

All the stratagems
of advance and retreat.

I always thought of myself
as the stronger one.

But here, you were so valiant.

How could he not be conquered?

I think you set your future
at that table.

He spoke of India
and suddenly I saw you going.

When would I see you again?

Isn't India so terribly far away?

What would I do?

Many Peter?

God, how I envied you.

Perhaps I even hated you.

How was it possible that you,
always so meek and obliging,

were to have this greatest
of adventures before me?

You would know love,
you would know a man's touch,

while I, the courageous one,
knew nothing of life.

Mina, my dear.

Of course, he's a fine man.
I've no doubt of that.

He'll make a proper husband.

But I hate to think
of her out in India

with all that heat
and those filthy wogs.

What do you think Africa will be like?

Oh, God, Van. Don't mention that.

Every time I try and talk
with father about it, he shies away.

Maybe you shouldn't ask any more.

It's all I've ever dreamed about.
You know that.

My father and I off on an adventure,

blazing some daring new trail.

Perhaps...

What?

Perhaps then, I wouldn't be
such a disappointment to him.

I was never the son he wanted.

Always ill, never good at games.

A disappointment.

He needed someone more like...

Me?

You'll be all alone when I go.

Mina in India, me with Father.

That'll be sad for you.

But I suppose...

The minister's coming at seven
and mother wants us there.

You know how she is about time.

If I could only go back now,

I would run after him and say,

"Don't go. Don't go to Africa."

"You'll never survive,
you're too weak."

"You're beautifully weak, Peter."

"I love you for your weakness."

For at that moment, Mina,
I saw the future crystal clear.

I tried to pray that night.
God didn't answer me.

But another did.

Soon, child.

What games we will have.

You were never happier
than that weekend.

On the following morning
you would be married.

One more night as Miss Mina Murray

before you became
Mrs Charles Branson.

All right.

Bye-bye.

You didn't seem
to mind this loss of self.

Perhaps I minded it for you.

You've found me out.

Last night of freedom, eh?

Would you like to see
something interesting?

No.

My Mina?

Your Mina.

Although you'll be relieved to know

she only worked
with the most pacific of animals.

This is her squirrel.

Which are yours?

Not the docile ones.

That doesn't surprise me.

I've always felt
you have to name a thing

before it comes to life,

like a witch's spell.

His name is Ariel.

The most challenging bit is the eyes.

They're glass, of course,

so by nature are dead and dull.

But that wouldn't do
for my great predator.

So I put mirrors behind
the glass eyes, so they would spark.

You see?

It's like they're alive.

They are.

I would put mirrors
behind the entire world if I could.

There, there.

Vanessa!

Vanessa, come back!

- This is obscene! You mustn't!
- How can I not?

Have you no shame?

Get upstairs this instant!

How dare you speak to me of shame?

Get upstairs yourself
and make amends to my father.

I have to see her.

To do what?

Make this right.

I always thought
my travelling would kill my family.

Being away so long.

My thoughtlessness...

I never imagined
it would be a cruel little girl.

When the illness came,
it was absolute.

I was aware of almost nothing.

The doctors were
at a loss to explain it.

Because, you see, it was inexplicable.

Thank you. Thank you.

I... I have her. I have her.

You must eat.

They don't think
it's epilepsy any more.

Did I tell you that?

Dr Kingston doesn't know
what to think.

Ridiculous little man.

They fear...

They fear that, perhaps,
it's your brain...

Something inside you.

What else...

What else? Mina's gone.

She didn't want to stay here.

Should we not talk of Mina?

I don't know.

I don't know.

We don't talk to the Murrays,
or they to us.

I tried going over there.

I was not welcome.

Sir... Sir Malcolm...

They don't know
what's wrong with you, darling.

The seizures...

The seizures are so terrible.

We shall be consulting
a specialist in London.

You always liked London.

So, perhaps the change...

We've booked rooms near the Strand.

There's a...

There's a clinic nearby
that are well known

for treating women's disorders.

An asylum.

I am not mad, Mother.

I am not unhappy.

You should let me die.

Vanessa,

do you understand what I've said?

I think it best
if you stepped outside, Mrs Ives.

I'll stay.

I must speak frankly to your husband.

I'd like to stay.

This form of catatonia
is not unknown to me.

The unusual physical exertions
are manifestations of...

They were not exertions.

She was being tormented.

I have seen epileptic seizures

that have broken bones, Mrs Ives.

None of this impossible, just rare.

Hysteria of a psychosexual nature
can be treated.

The treatments involve narcotics
and escalating hydrotherapy.

Cold water reduces
circulation to the brain,

thereby reducing the metabolism
and motor activity.

The agitation
and mental trauma will slow

and then cease.

I've seen it work, Mr Ives,
you can have no doubt.

And what if it doesn't work?

If we see no improvement,

there are surgical options open to us.

Yes.

Let's do that.

Mr and Mrs Ives,
please leave the room immediately.

It is very good
to hear your voice, Vanessa.

I'm Dr Christopher Banning
and I hope to help you.

Your parents have...

I want to be out there.

You will be.

We have a lovely garden that...

I prefer the ocean.

Have you seen
someone who's drowned?

I have.

Not a dog or a cat.

Not enough soul in a dog or a cat.

I mean a man.

A hundred men.

A slave ship.

Yes. More than anything.

Pulled right down,
with the men still chained.

Souls in torment who now find
themselves in greater torment.

Have you seen that,
Dr Christopher Matthew Banning?

Vanessa, it's very important to me
that you sit down now.

Who's Vanessa?

Mrs Ives, may I step in?

Of course.

Mr Ives.

Peter.

I've come to say goodbye.

I'm off to Africa with my father.

- May I see her?
- I...

- Yes.
- ...don't think...

Stay here.

You...

You mustn't be shocked.

She's much changed.

Van...

Van...

Will she die?

If there is a God.

Is she always like this?

No.

There are episodes of activity.

May I sit with her?

Yes. Of course.

Does she know me?

We don't know.

But talk to her, it's meant to help.

Hello, Van.

It's Peter.

Closer, I'm afraid.

It's Peter.

I'm off to Africa.

Can you believe it?

Finally having that adventure
we talked about.

Very excited.

I walked by the shore yesterday

where we used to swim.

You should have kissed me.

Will you kiss me now?

You're going to die there.

You're going to die there.

Peter.

Good luck on your trip.

And thank you for coming.

Of course.

Peter,

what did she say to you?

I couldn't make her out.

Do you know Keats?

The poet, I mean, Keats, the poet.

I can't speak.

I'm too weak.

No, you're not.

You are not here.

And yet...

Who are you?

You are not Sir Malcolm.

You have to name a thing
to make it live, don't you?

And shall I name you?

Only if you want me to live.

Serpent.

Is that what you mean?

Enchanter, Deceiver,
Prince of Darkness, Devil of the Pit?

Have you such contempt
for your old friend?

So, the Keats...

Four lines from Ode to a Nightingale

have always struck a chord with me.

Keats was dying when he wrote them,

and he knew he was dying,

which adds to the piquancy,
don't you think?

Would you like to hear them?

Do I have a choice?

Vanessa, please.

You've always had a choice.

You allowed all this to happen.

Hell, you sought it out and fucked it.

You could have
shut the door at any time.

You still can.

Right now. Will you?

Yes.

And give up everything
we could have together?

The true knowledge
of man's virtue, as well as his sin.

The power.

The sight beyond this world.

I want nothing beyond this world.

Don't lie to me.

You've always been drawn
to the deep ocean,

to the dark whisper,

a mirror behind the glass eyes.

To life at its fullest.

Will you close that door now?

So, the Keats.

The lines from Keats.

Yes.

"Darkling, I listen"

"and, for many a time I have been
half in love with easeful Death,"

"Call'd him soft names
in many a mused rhyme"

"To take into the air
my quiet breath."

So the darkness spoke.

Yes.

But you listened.

May the soul of Claire Ives

and the souls of all the faithful

departed through the mercy of God

rest in peace.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Sister.

I do not blame you.

Whatever sin,

it has been forgiven
in your suffering.

So much suffering.

It is more than I deserve,

but I can't forgive myself.

There's so much to say.

Or so little.

I'm married now.

Can you imagine that?

He's a lawyer,

in the employ of Mr Hawkins of Essex.

He doesn't have a moustache

like my gallant Captain Branson,

but Mr Harker's a good man
and he loves me.

I'm happy for you.

And our poor Peter.

I'm so sorry.

If only you had run after him
that day in the maze,

and held him tight,
and told him not to go

and that you loved him
for his weakness.

How do you know about that?

I know about
many things now, Vanessa.

The master has taught me much.

Things no one should ever know.

Help me.

Save me from him.

Please.

Mina needs our help.

Will you let me in?

And there's nothing more?

No.

You believe you can
reach out to her again?

Or she to me.

I know you do not credit it.

You know nothing of me.

Do you know how many men I've killed?

In Africa we walked
in blood every step.

There was a time
I would gladly have killed you.

There may come a time
when I gladly shall.

But for now, I can make use of you.

- And no more?
- What else?

Forgiveness?

Go to your Roman church for that,
you'll find none here.

Have you imagined for one moment

what this has been for me?

An unforgivable transgression
that has marked me for life.

You think you've suffered.

You think you know blood.

You think you've walked on corpses.

Spread them from here to the horizon
and I have walked further!

You weak, foul, lustful,
vainglorious man.

How dare you presume
to speak to me of death?

Then we shall speak of it together.

Yes.

We will follow it to Mina.

Yes.

And then?

You will be done.

I will walk on.

I'll have Sembene prepare a room.

This is your home now.

There is no exculpation
I expect of you.

My guilt is my own
and that I carry with me.

It is my present and my future.

It has damned me
well beyond this short life of mine.

But I will not rest
until you are safe.

There is no other purpose in my life.

I shall love you always.

Your dearest friend, Vanessa.

Postscript.

Your father loves you very much

and would do anything to save you.

But I love you in a different way.

I love you enough

to kill you.