All language subtitles for Penny Dreadful S03E06_eng

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I annihilated a tribe.
I betrayed my family.

And I will send
my father to hell,

and laugh while I do it.

If we lose Ethan to evil,

the night will never end.

Ethan Talbot is
a scourge upon the earth.

If given the chance,
I will shoot him in the back.

I don't know that I've ever
been asked out by a woman.

I'll never forget
your name again.

Tell me
about the Banning Clinic.

- What do you remember?
- Everything.

His name is Dracula.

But it's impossible.

Nothing's impossible.

Take it as a sign
of something like love.

Good-bye.

She is mine!

We will have her.

Are you interested in taking
the bloody flat or not?

I'm interested in finding

the people who lived here.

Well, what do you do when
you've assembled an army?

You go to war.

Will you be able to bring

your Lily to this place?

To insert the needle
into her eye?

The prodigal son
has returned.

What do you want to do
with this one?

Let him die slow.

Time you see
what it is you did, son.

You brought the devil
to my door.

And you gave him the key.

You will repent.

Or I will send you
to hell myself.

I'm done repenting...

And I belong in hell.

Sir.

What do you want?

Someone's here to see you.

Mr. Talbot.

You're Ethan's father.

That's right.

Then under
the joint authority

of Her Majesty
the Queen of England

and the President of
the United States,

I declare you all...

under arrest.

What news of her guardian,
Sir Malcolm?

Oh, on some mad hunt
in America.

The only other she speaks of
is an old love.

He too has abandoned her.

The Wolf.

Where is he?

She doesn't know.

What else?

Uh...

Speak. Now...

or I will
feed you to them.

She knows your name,
Master.

She called you Dracula.

Then the time is upon us.

Soon she will come to me.

You will not pass me by,
will you, Master,

when you distribute
all the fat, juicy things?

All the sweeties.

You are my chosen one,
Renfield.

Feed.

Miss Ives!

What a transcendent
surprise!

Come, come.
Do have a seat.

Do wait while I send
someone for the seat.

Are you leaving,
off on an expedition?

An expedition,
heaven forfend!

Just a jaunt over to Cairo.

At least that's what I've
been assured this will be.

If I see a tent,
I shall faint.

Just a jaunt?

For appearance sake.

A trip to the tomb
of lmhotep.

But strictly entre nous,

one has heard that Cairo
is considerably more...

accepting of my
particular way of life.

I imagine the expedition
will be extended.

Indefinitely.

Oh, whatever will I do
without you?

Oh, my dear, your life is
far too glittering

for an old man like me.

Condemn me
to the sand and dust.

Write often...

and think of me
only when you dance.

Are you quite well?

Yes, and I shall
leave you to it.

Was there something
you needed?

No, no, just, um,
in the neighborhood.

But should the need
ever arise

that I require someone with
expertise similar to yours,

do you know a man
I may call on?

Are you in danger?

I'm quite safe.

I think the two of you...

would make quite
the formidable match.

If the need ever arose.

I trust you will take care
of yourself, Miss Ives.

And you,
my dear Mr. Lyle.

I shall have to
dance more often.

Careful now, Victor.
No deep breaths.

Are you sure this will be
satisfactory?

There isn't a man alive who
could withstand its potency.

She's considerably more
powerful than any man...

and not entirely alive.

It could take down
an elephant.

She will be unconscious
within two breaths.

And then?

And then she'll be
yours, old boy.

To do with as you will.

You do still have the nerve
to bring Lily here.

Oh, you've not
met her, old boy.

You'll be the one
who needs the nerve.

Is this where she lives?
The pale lady?

Her that makes men bleed?

You cut them here.

If you do it right,

their blood will
paint the walls.

They'll die quickly.

You'll have long enough
to see it in their eyes...

the shock, the horror.

Push the blade in here.

When they try to scream,

blood will pour
out of their mouths.

And if they force you
to your knees...

There.

You must be quick,
and you must be vicious.

We are not women
who crawl.

We are not women
who kneel.

And for this we will be
branded radicals.

Revolutionists.

Women who are strong,

and refuse to be
degraded,

and choose to
protect themselves,

are called monsters.

That is the world's crime,

not ours.

Who wishes to try?

I shan't go easy on you.

Then you'll play
the part of a John well.

I suppose you've had
a lot of practice?

How many women
have you paid to debase?

Treat me as you did them.

Fuck me, you filth.

Beat me, you cunt.

Photograph me
while you do it,

so you can pleasure
yourself after.

Well done, Justine.

Who's next?

You're pushing your luck,
my dear.

Am I now?

Would you like to see him
drown in his own blood?

Well then, who would
the others practice on?

Who's next?

Drink.

Thank you.

Would that I could do more.

Father?

Are you there?

Yes.

Are you an angel?

No.

I heard a friend
of Mother say

angels would
come for me soon.

I hoped
it would be you.

Shh.

I will
bring you medicine.

Whatever you need.

This pain is fleeting,
I promise you that.

You will be well, son.

Father.

Shh! Shh! Shh! Please!

What the bloody hell
was that?

My God!

I've never known such
a reprehensible cheat.

What is your name?

I should have you
struck from the league.

Catriona Hartdegen.

Most likely not on the
league table, I'm afraid.

Not for lack of trying.

And, strictly speaking,

I wouldn't categorize
that as cheating,

more as
creative improvisation

to assure a victory,

which is, as you know,

rather the point.

Good day, gentlemen.

Yes, yes. I'll be out of
here soon enough.

Are they so afraid they've
hired a woman to remove me?

I imagine so,

but I'm not here
on their behalf.

- Do you fence?
- Alas, no.

Oh, you should.
It's wonderful for the mind.

Every decision
reduced to back and forth.

Thrust or parry.

A clarity forms during it
that the rest of the world

is sadly lacking in.

Life and death
without the death.

Most of the time.

We have a mutual
acquaintance...

- Mr. Lyle.
- Ah!

The indomitable Mr. Lyle!

Well then, what can
I do for you, Miss...

Vanessa Ives.

Miss Ives.

Are you an Egyptologist
also?

Not quite,

though I have studied
the Egyptians in depth.

I'm a Thanatologist,
you see.

I study death.

Its every ritual,
every guise.

The great hereafter.

If there is such a thing.

Usually folks have run
a mile by now.

Most people find that
rather off-putting.

I'm not most people.

Are you familiar
with the name Dracula?

There was a medieval
warrior clan of sorts,

the Dracule.

The line can be
traced back to antiquity.

Perhaps further.

Dracula was said to be
their founder.

The name means
"dragon" in Romanian.

- It suits him.
- More than you know.

In the 13th century
he provoked a war

between two great empires.

The Ottomans and
the Holy Romans.

Why?

Because he wanted the world
to be wet with blood.

The peasants believed
that he fed upon it.

That he was...

well, a vampire.

You don't blink at that.

I never blink.

Miss,
your brandies.

He was said to be
the first vampire.

One of the few written
accounts of him is Ottoman.

It tells of an ancient being,
flushed with youth.

A strategist, changing his
appearance and identity

from century to century.

It calls him a seducer,

but in the antiquated
form of the word.

One who is able to
lead men astray,

to corrupt.

Beyond that,
there's not a lot.

I could look pre-Ottoman,
search for earlier accounts.

I don't wish to
find him in history.

I wish to find him now,
in London.

If that is the case,

then I would advise caution.

Which would shock you
if you knew me better.

I'm being hunted by him.

If Dracula wanted you dead,
you would be.

He doesn't want my death.

He wants my submission.

You seem to be a woman
who understands

why submission to another
would be intolerable.

That I do.

Even if you have to cheat.

Every chance I get.

Then help me.

We'll cheat him together.

All right.

I can't promise anything,
but I'll look into it.

But in the interim
you must protect yourself.

He is a predator

and his power comes
in isolating his prey.

You must surround yourself
with people,

with those
who care for you,

those who would
defend you.

They are gone.

Have you no one?

I might.

Then go to them.

There is only one defense
against isolation.

Be with those you love.

May I cut in?

You can have
the next one, darling.

Could we have
a moment alone?

I fear Justine does not
know her place.

She says the same of you.

My place is at your side.

We are equals.

Partners.

Immortals.

What has she to stand
alongside me?

She has the soul of me.

The very heart of who I was
before I was this.

She has the anger...

and the hate.

And the loss.

And are you
no more than that?

Sometimes that is all I am.

I remember every man
who ever used me.

Every filthy alley.

Every cruel bastard

who hurt me

and bent me
to submission.

All of Brona's shame
and debasement.

And everything
she lost along the way.

That is something
you cannot know, Dorian.

But they can.

It is who they are.

Then let us be
someone else.

Fantasy, is it?

- It is our world to make.
- Then we shall.

But I'm committed to them now,
you understand that?

There's so little
I understand, but...

I understand this.

And this.

If only this were true,
Dorian.

If only this were all.

Excuse the interruption...

but seems
we have a visitor.

It was like a blow.

Realizing how much
I relied on them,

how much I needed them.

Sir Malcolm and
Mr. Chandler.

I have no family left,
you see.

They're my family.

When I was first married,
I thought I needed my husband.

He was a bastard, though.

The beatings started
right after the honeymoon.

Then came the night

he would have
killed me, but...

You killed him first.

With a cleaver
from the kitchen.

Trust me, honey,

when you kill your husband
with a cleaver

and then stand trial for it
in New York City,

you know what it is
to be alone.

I've tried not to rely
on anyone since then.

I've done the same.

But how I wish my friends
were here now.

I'm not the only friend
you have.

And wouldn't you rather be
having drinks

with that handsome doctor
from the museum?

I'm being hunted.

I won't bring him into this.

Why don't you
give him the choice?

He'll think I'm mad.

I'll give you a note.

You have to trust
people, Vanessa.

They can surprise you.

They can also
disappoint you.

You'll never know if you
keep having drinks with me.

This must be
the worst kidnapping

in the annals of crime.

- May I?
- No.

May I?

Not yet.

Did you really
intend to kidnap her?

I intended to heal her.

But I'm not ill, Victor.

I am preternaturally
healthy,

as well you know.

I have developed a serum,
a medicine of sorts.

I can take all your
anger and rage

and make it go away.

Make you whole,

and human.

Free from
the burden of hate.

Unblemished by sadness.

My sadness is my own.

I would never give it up.

But I can make you
who you were.

And you think that
would be kindness?

I have suffered
long and hard

to be who I am.

I want my scars to show.

We were happy.

No, Victor,
you were happy.

I was just waiting.

For all of this.

You seek to violate us
and call it a kindness.

Don't!

I don't take orders
from any man.

It's senseless
to murder him.

For what, loving you?

- Being foolish?
- Being a man.

Let me do it!

Lily...

HO.

No.

I suppose I'm
sentimental about him.

Besides...

you never know when we might
need his unique services.

Hear me, boy.

Mend your broken heart
elsewhere.

Ease your conscience
with another.

I am done with you.

The next time
I see you...

I'll hold the razor
myself.

What are you waiting on,
my gratitude?

You are in
my debt, Victor.

I will call on it.

I'd like to
welcome you all to my table.

Let it never be said
that a Talbot man

was inhospitable.

This is something
I hope you inherit, my son.

Treat the stranger
who sojourns with you

as the natives
among you,

and you shall
love him as yourself.

I hope you gentlemen
understand

I would've offered
you a bribe

if I believed you could've
been bought.

Well then, I'll consider
it a compliment

that you didn't offer.

And might I add, my dear,

that you look particularly

ravishing this evening.

Well, come
a little closer,

I'll give you a kiss.

Will someone see what's
got into those horses?

Yes, sir.

Well, this looks superb.

I must say...

I'm as ravenous as a...

One moment, Inspector.

Before any of us eat,

I would like my son
to say grace.

I'll do it.

I'm asking Ethan.

I'm offering on his behalf.

But see, that's the
grace-saying chair.

Where your brother Paul
was sitting.

Don't do this.

Whispering the Lord's Prayer...

Listen to me, please.

I used to speak
to my son this way.

I tortured him with guilt.

And I tried to mold him
into the man

I wanted him to be.

But if I could have
a meal with him now...

Learn from my mistakes.

Your son is a good man.

I believe this.

Despite anything
you may have done...

May have done?

I wonder, Malcolm,

if it had been your son
and daughter he'd murdered...

Oh...

I see.

He didn't tell you?

This good man here...

slaughtered his siblings.

How?

How did you do it, Ethan?

Not like a man at all.

I would think not.

He didn't have the courage

to look his family
in the eye.

Tell me when.

Like a coward
he ran away and hid.

Say the word
and I'll strike.

Like my son
has always run

when things get bloody...

Enough!

Our Father,

Who art in heaven,

Cursed be Thy name.

Thy Kingdom come.

Thy will be spited,
on earth as it is in hell.

That's enough.

Give us this day
our daily bread.

And forgive us not
our trespasses...

I said, that's enough...

As we never forgive those
who trespass against us.

You will
shut your mouth...

Lead us into temptation
and deliver us to evil.

For thine is the kingdom,

the power, and the glory.

For a few hours longer.

- Amen.
- Amen.

You have been glaring at me
throughout this entire meal.

If you have
something to say...

The men you murdered
aboard that train...

They were my men.

And before this night ends,

there will be a reckoning.

Fair enough.

The museum is closing
in 10 minutes, miss.

Oh, yes, thank you.

I'm looking for Dr. Sweet.

Ah. Up with his pets.

If we're to continue,

you must know
how dangerous this is.

How dangerous I am.

Tell me.

You'll think me mad,

but I'll tell you
the whole truth of it.

There's a creature
hunting me.

He has been hunting me
since the dawn of time.

He wants...

to feed on my blood,

and make me his bride.

And...

He will bring terror
to everyone I love.

Does this creature
have a name?

He's called Dracula.

Can you believe me?

May I
show you something?

We're preparing an exhibit
on nocturnal animals.

For two months

the Natural History Museum
shall become

"The House
of the Night Creatures."

Ah, here we are,

this is what I wanted
to show you.

Desmodus rotundus.

It feeds entirely
off the blood

of other living animals.

So, of course,

I believe what you said
because I know

such monsters exist.

There are creatures
whom God has

cast into darkness

and cursed to the night.

This animal feeds off blood
because it must.

Because it has been afforded
no other food source.

Because if it does not,
it will die.

Am I to feel sympathy

for this monster
who hunts me?

I have come to love
all the night creatures

you see around us.

They are so shunned...

And alone.

But I have not
an ounce of sympathy

for any creature
who means you harm.

And what defenses
I can offer,

I stand at your side.

There was another.

He told me his only purpose
in life was to protect me.

What happened to him?

He left.

I know what it is to be
heartbroken, Vanessa.

To be rejected.

Your every instinct
is to preserve and protect

such a heart
as you have left.

But nothing you have said
has scared me away.

And I will not
leave your side.

Every time I've
given my heart,

it has led to catastrophe.

Then let catastrophe
befall us both.

Vanessa, I love you
for who you are,

not who the world
wants you to be.

You're, of course,
all welcome to eat.

A bit of a gamble,
wouldn't you say?

Giving your guests knives?

Mmm.

Somehow I prefer my odds.

That's because
you don't understand

who's sitting
at your table.

Back in the desert.

Was it you who summoned
the snakes, or her?

Snakes?
What are you talking about?

Your beloved son
and his paramour

are perhaps more ingenious
than even you know.

In the ways of mayhem
and slaughter, that is.

Wouldn't you say?

I would indeed, Inspector.

What is this, Ethan?

Let me show you.

What are you?

One more move and I fire.

What are you?

We are the death knell.

We are the end of days.

I knew you were
too mean to die.

Ethan.

Hell awaits us both.

You know where
to find me, boy!

So come and get me!

If I'm gonna die,

I'm gonna die where you
murdered my family!

It's just me
and Rance now.

Fair fight!

He'll put men on
either side of the entrance,

and he'll have
guards scattered

throughout the chapel.

You take everyone
on the right side,

I'll take the left.

You two, flank the doorway.

Two of you there,
other two, over there.

And him?

He knows what to do.

He's attacked
this chapel before.

You want to face me?

Come and face me! Like a man.

Oh.

You are truly my son.

Do it.

You wanna be
the devil, hmm?

Then do the devil's work.

I'm unarmed.

Gun down your father
in the house of God, my son.

That's the man
you are, isn't it?

Isn't it?

Oh, that's right.

Run away like you've
always run all your life.

You don't think I'll
send men to find you?

They'll hunt you,
and they'll hunt you,

and they won't stop,

and when I die,

I'll haunt you
from the grave.

My dying curse will be...