All language subtitles for Penny S1 E8

Previously on Penny
Dreadful: City of Angels

One day, you appeared
out of thin air,

sitting on his shoulder
and whispering into his ear.

That means you have a secret,

and in politics,
secrets are currency.

That little favor I did for you
at the station last night

wasn't only out of
the goodness of my heart.

I'm collecting on
that debt right now.

Do you miss your mother?

Yes.

We currently got City Hall

and the biggest
radio church in LA,

the bully pulpit
and the public airwaves,

sitting down with the Third Reich.

He's in heaven, mi amor.

Why do things go away?

Bueno.

Papá Dios decides
who stays and who goes.

If it's their time,

then he sends

a very special angel
to take them to him.

Frank killed Friar Tuck.

I swear.

He-he just looked at him.

I believe you,

but you can't repeat that,

not to Trevor,

not to your dad.

Hmm?

Not yet.

You understand, mi amor?

Yes.

I want you to wear this.

Don't take it off.

Is it a dog?

It's a coyote.

It has brought me much strength

over many years.

She watches over you now.

Mi amor.

Thanks, Sammy.

♪ Blue skies... ♪

Salud.
L'chaim.

So... we got a plan?

Figure out how Councilman Townsend

and Miss Adelaide are connected
to Herr Hitler.

How about I investigate
Lady Macbeth

and you head over to City Hall?

I was thinking maybe
I go to the Temple.

Miss Adelaide will have
her guard down

if it's the spic coming in.

Sorry to break it to you,
but she hates us both equally.

Mexicans in City Hall
don't get very far.

Jews haven't fared much better.

Two more weeks, and the Nazis
are gonna be marching

down Spring Street,

rounding us up.

This damn government.

It's like Russian roulette.

You never know
who's gonna get it next.

Let's make sure it's not us.

Whatever it takes, huh?

Fucking Los Angeles.

I don't know that we can save her.

Save her?

Pal, we're just trying
to survive her.

♪ ...when you're in love ♪

Yeah, I'll pass the word.

I need to see her.

I'm sorry, Mr. Townsend.
She's not...

Who is he?

The bastard you're planning
on replacing me with

after your fucking recall.

Who is he?
She,

and she'll beat you hands down,

because she's younger,
better-looking,

and, oh, by the way,

actually wants to serve
the people of Los Angeles.

Whatever you have against me...

It's not against you.

It's against the system

that allows people like you
to rise.

You have no talent,
no respect for governance,

nor do you care
about anyone but yourself.

What you do have is a family name

which you parade around
like a four-year-old girl

holding a feather boa
from her mother's closet.

Jesus Christ.

If your father thinks...

Leave my father out of this.

Point is,

this city deserves better
than you.

That's why I'm going to have
you recalled, Councilman.

Look, we may disagree

on the route of the damn motorway,

but that doesn't mean...

Call it what it is.
It's not a motorway.

It's social engineering.

First the Mexicans, then who?

You're not building roads;
you're building prisons

for all those you don't like,

until all that's left
are rich white men

who look and think
exactly like you.

No, sir.

You can spout the New Deal line
as much as you like...

...but you better know,

I got some very dangerous friends.

You don't want to monkey
with these fellas,

believe you me, because they...

Isn't that queer?

You're familiar with that term,
Charlton?

Thought you might be.

Watch your back, Councilman.

We old liberals still got
a few teeth in our head.

Councilman Townsend.

Who the hell are you?

Detective Lewis Michener.

Can't do this right now.

Why, is Germany calling?

Seems like you've been
keeping company

with some unsavory customers

of the Teutonic persuasion.

Who do you mean?
Richard Goss.

I don't recall the name.

You had dinner with him
last night.

He's a donor.

He's a Nazi.

You know more about him than I do.

How much is he giving you,

and what are you offering
in exchange?

He's a well-to-do gentleman

who's interested
in the future of our city.

Why?

Because he lives here now.

Why?

Ask him.

Whatever game you think
you're playing with Goss,

you're out of your league, pal.

Are you accusing me of something?

Not yet.

Next time you come into my office

demanding my time, I'd like to see

a legal document
justifying that action.

You can do better.

Perhaps I can, but in
the presence of my lawyer.

You may leave now, Officer.

We'll see each other real soon.

Call Miss Adelaide.
Tell her they're coming for us.

Will do, sir.

Mr. Townsend knows
exactly who Goss is,

but he won't give him up.

He put you up to this?

I'll lose my head if he finds out.

Goss is from Cologne.
He's an architect.

He's been here about a year.

That's public information.
Do better.

Forgive me
for the interruption, then.

Wait.

What do you get out of this?

Nothing.

I already lost it all.

My parents were in Vienna
when Hitler invaded.

I haven't been able
to speak to them,

if they're even alive.

Juden.

What's your real name?

Mahler, Alexandra Mahler.

He only knows me as Malone.

I thought it sounded Irish.
How can I help?

He's gotta be,
'cause he seems like a dope.

But this Goss, he's dangerous.

That I know.

Keep in touch.

I'm at the Hollenbeck station.

You better get back to him.

Thank you...

for letting me help.

Josefina.

Is everything all right?

I'm fine, Mami.

I didn't want to come up
to the house,

but I had to see you,

and I'm sorry
about the other night,

what I said.

Mi amor, Mexicans get mad.

It doesn't mean anything.

You and me, we can yell
and scream.

Everything's okay.

It's okay, mi amor.
It's okay.

Uh, I-I didn't come to apologize.

You need to know I'm moving out.

I'm going to live at the Temple.

There's a pretty dormitory

and a whole program
for young people

where we learn...

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Listen to me, please.

I feel something special
when I'm there,

and I feel different.

I want something more
from my life.

More than being a maid.

That's not what I mean.

Yeah, it is.

We are your family, Josefina.

Please, mi corazóncita.
Hmm?

Can we talk, eh?

After work, we talk?

I'll make you
the almond flan you like, and...

I won't be there.

How do you say "lemon" in Spanish?

Limón.

Ah.
That's easy enough.

Oh, Dr. Craft and I
have an engagement tonight,

so you'll need to stay
with the boys, ja?

Yes, ma'am.

Did you hear the coyote
barking yesterday?

Such ugly little things.

No, ma'am.
I didn't hear that.

Hmm.
Ugly little dogs.

In Germany, we would shoot them.

And please,
don't ever let me see you

speaking with Mexican people
at our gate ever again.

We don't want the neighborhood
talking, do we?

No, ma'am.

Hello, Linda.

You're looking well, and...

Get those at the gift shop?

Uh, I did, ja.
Ja, for you.

Yellow roses.
You remember.

How sweet.

You're doing well here, ja?

Mm.

It's good to see you looking...

How are my children?

Uh, they're good.

Ja, they're well.

Uh, Trevor's debate team
has gone...

My hair hasn't been washed
in two weeks,

and they cut my nails

so I wouldn't scratch my eyes out.

My roommate is from Bakersfield.

She has a dairy farm
with her husband.

She misses her cows.

Uh, I need to...

Well, I have some
legal papers, you see.

They are with me here.
Let me show you.

Uh, they-they are, you see,

custody papers for the boys.

The, uh, state of California
requires you to sign them...

I'll have my family's lawyer
take a look.

I'm not sure
that's entirely necessary.

You see, they...
Shh.

Honey...

I shan't be in here forever,
you know?

And my father has some ideas

about how best to litigate
our domestic travails.

So you can fuck

your little German slut
all you want.

That's her problem now.

There's no need for this.

Is there not?

You can keep the goddamn kids.

You can keep the house.

I'll go to Reno
and wait out the divorce,

won't even name her
as a co-respondent

in the proceedings.

But then know this.

As soon as it's all legal

and I'm fucking
the young tennis pro

at the club,

I'll make it my singular mission

to take your life apart.

Oh, and it's a house of cards,
darling.

I'll pull them out one by one.

You're a fraud, Peter.

What are you gonna do

when everyone finds out
who you really are?

Next time you come,
bring a lawyer.

And a cow for my roommate.

I'm going home.

I need to see my brother, the cop.

I need to tell him about Diego.
I can't live with it anymore.

Try.
It should've been me!

It had to be Diego.
That's why I gave him up.

I made sure they got him for you.

You're a fucking lying puta.

Stop it.

You want to know
why I gave him up?

Because I couldn't kill hope.

You got something
most Pachucos don't,

that heart, that faith,
that molten lava heat

that can burn through hate.

So turn your fear into courage.

Make Diego's sacrifice count!

No, no, no!

You're meant to lead us.

That's Rico.
It's you.

It's you, mi rey,

my king.

It's always been you.

Don't you see, Mateo?

Your pure heart, it can save us,

lead us out of poverty,
give us a voice.

You were born for this
and this alone.

I don't know what I'm doing.

You give them the words they need

so they know what to believe.

You give them a taste of power
so they know what to want.

You give them hope
so they'll die for you.

And when they lose
the will to fight,

you make them look inside
for strength

so their fists come alive
like pounding hearts.

And then?

We walk in blood to your throne.

I wanted silk.

People won't really be able
to tell the difference.

But I will, and she will.
Silk makes her feel holy.

I'll talk to her later.
Good day.

May I have ten minutes
of your time?

The Hazlett family
deserved justice.

Our city is safer
because of your virtuous work.

Thank you, Detective Vega.

We did our best.

So what do you think
of the new robe?

It's just the same, isn't it?

Oh, leave it to a man to say that.

The hem is three inches shorter.

My daughter insists
we become more modern.

Do you think it's risqué?

No.

Then apparently I've failed.

Please, sit down.

What may I do for you?

Richard Goss.

Yes?

So you know him.

Yes.

He's a foreign gentleman,
quite elegant.

Why do you ask?

How did you meet?

He wanted to open up
his magnificent heart

to the Lord.

He's a Nazi.

Oh, my.

Jesus knows who to guide
into the path, praise be.

I had no idea.

Why were you having dinner
with him last night?

You really are well-informed.

I hope I can count
on your discretion,

but we're going to open
a Temple in Pasadena,

and Mr. Goss will help provide

the funds
for the new construction.

He was inspired
by one of Molly's sermons

to take the word of God
far and wide.

Pasadena, huh?

To start.

More and more later, we hope.

Long Beach, Ventura,

wherever the blessed road
of the Lord takes us.

Won't you sit down?

How long have you known him?

A month, maybe less.

I have no knowledge
of his politics, truly.

I'm just grateful Mr. Goss
is able to contribute

to our holy work.

And what does Mr. Goss
get in return?

What everyone wants:

salvation.

You really have no idea
what we do here, do you?

Shall I show you?

We feed over 400 people a month,

and that's just here.

We have the soup kitchens
downtown as well.

Up this hall,
there's a room full of beds

for migrants and the indigent.

We have a hospital ward
with a doctor on staff,

and there is no charge
for any of these services,

of course.

My vision,

with the help of Mr. Goss
and others like him,

is to have a Temple

in every neighborhood
of Los Angeles.

That's a nice business plan.

You're quick to judge.

Aren't you?

If I were, I wouldn't
be speaking with you.

I'm a work in progress,
just like my daughter.

I'm not here to talk about Molly.

Yet she's all over your words.

Have you ever seen a baptism?

It's truly an experience
for the soul.

Not in the mood.

What else do you know about Mr...

Here, let me show you.

A baptism is a communion with God,

much like what people experience

when they come to see my Molly.

Something deep within awakens.

But you know what that feels like.

I told you, I'm not here
to talk about Molly.

You think you're in love with her,

but you've fallen in love
with God's whisper.

And as I've said,
she's not perfect.

Molly adores a thrill,

and that's what you are.

There were so many before you,

and there will be so many after.

You don't think
you're special, do you?

You will never know
what's between us.

And you will never know Molly.

My daughter likes
to keep her secrets,

and she has so many.

Doesn't she, Tiago?

So many secrets.

I got great seats,
six rows from third base.

I can't show my face
at an Angels game.

Gentlemen.

What is this place?

Private club.

Will you dance with me, Kurt?

Are we safe?

Never.

♪ Sometimes I wonder ♪

♪ Why I spend ♪

♪ The lonely night ♪

♪ Dreaming of a song ♪

♪ The melody ♪

♪ Haunts my reverie ♪

♪ And I am once again ♪

♪ With you ♪

♪ When our love was new ♪

♪ And each kiss ♪

♪ An inspiration ♪

♪ But that was long ago ♪

♪ Now my consolation ♪

♪ Is in the stardust ♪

♪ Of a song ♪

Is it like in Berlin?

No.

In Berlin, a place like this
wouldn't exist,

not anymore.

Did you have many lovers?

None like you.

I need to ask you a question.

No, I won't move in with you.

You wish.

It's about Beverly Beck,

that bitch of a councilwoman.

Mm-hmm.

I need you to kill her.

False alarm, dolls.

What was that?

That's how we know
if the vice squad

is gonna raid us.

Listen, this thing with Beck...

No.

She threatened
to tell people about me,

and she's trying to destroy
my whole damn career.

We can't let...
I don't work for you.

Charlton... you don't know
what you're saying.

You're not a killer.

You do this, and...

...you lose something

that you're never going
to get back.

That's not the man I love.

♪ Beside ♪

♪ A garden wall ♪

♪ When stars are bright ♪

♪ You are in my arms ♪

♪ The nightingale ♪

♪ Tells his fairy tale ♪

♪ Of paradise ♪

♪ Where roses grew ♪

♪ Though I dream ♪

♪ In vain ♪

♪ In my heart ♪

♪ It will remain ♪

♪ My stardust melody ♪

♪ The memory of love's ♪

♪ Refrain ♪

Of course you can live
at the Temple

as long as you want.

Are you sure you want to do that?

Yes.

You don't have to leave
your family ever.

The faith doesn't require that.

Stay at home.

Your mother will miss you.

I need this, Sister.

I'm tired of sneaking out,

tired of hiding,
tired of fighting about it.

If I don't go now,

I'll marry another Mexican,
have children,

and wash and clean after everyone

for the rest of my life.

And Lord forgive me,

but I know he can use me
in other ways.

I just...

hope your mother understands.

And your brothers.

I do have one brother
who might understand.

He's special.

I think our Tiago's going
to change the world one day.

Now we wait 30 minutes.

Why red?

My brother Raul
has a picture on his wall,

a Gibson Girl
from an old magazine.

She had hair like the sunrise.

I always thought
that was the most beautiful,

the most rare thing I'd ever seen.

Wait until it dries.

You're gonna be the sunrise.

Wait.

Wait.
Don't go away.

Don't be afraid just because
it's near the hour

when we go to the black chapel.

Each evening, we come
to this remote place,

a place of mystery and terror

where the hooded figure
appears and sits

at the keyboard
of the ruined old organ,

mumbling and gibbering
his fantastic tales.

Is this what you dreamed?

When you were a little girl
in Mexico,

did you dream of cleaning toilets

for the rest of your life?

Go join the boys.

They're children.

Do as I tell you, Frank.

You wanted to be a nun,
didn't you?

Then you met that man
who you married,

and he put it inside of you,

and you started having
little babies.

No more nun,

just toilets to clean.

Couldn't you just... scream?

Watch the oil.

Don't want to get burned.

These are tired ideas, Herman,

unworthy of you or any German.

How can you defend them?

But there were 100,000 Jews
in the German army.

What do you suggest, then, Peter?

You're our leader.
Tell us.

What should the Bund do?

The Fuehrer is intent
on purifying Germany,

and you seem to be intent on...

Keeping us separate.

...letting the world
become overrun

with the mongrel races.

Then what do we leave
our children?

A legacy of peace,
harmony, and beauty,

of Schiller and Goethe.

We do not leave our children
a trail of blood.

What are you scared of?

We must take to the radio,

the streets, the shops.

Everywhere we go,
we have an opportunity

to warn people what the Juden are.

We must show America
who its enemy is,

our shared enemy.
Mm-hmm.

This is an act of patriotism.
America will thank us.

Hear, hear.
Mm-hmm.

Let me ask you this, then.

What is a German?

What does a German do?

We're inventive.

Ja.
Purposeful.

Overly prepared.

We're pure, smart,

hardworking.

We believe in family.

It is our duty
to protect our people.

We know who the enemy is.

We must fight him

with every weapon we have.

We use the ideas and words
of the Fuehrer,

and America will join us.

Heil Hitler.

Heil Hitler!

You're right, Herman.

We are a special people.

You forget one quality

that separates us
from the rest, ja.

We have self-control.

Facts and logic over emotion, mm?

That is our German soul.

Your arguments
about the war and the Jews

are filled with rage,

not a worthy emotion for any man,

much less a German.

That is not who we are.

The way you talk...
like you're not even German.

Neither is the Fuehrer.
He's Austrian.

When my little boy asks me
about our plight,

about our place in the world,

I tell him Germans believe
in dignity for everyone.

We aren't animals.

To the Fatherland.
Prost.

Prost.
Prost.

Prost.
Prost.

You should've told me.

Tiago...
She's my baby sister.

I'll take care of her.
With what,

your radio songs
and your bullshit sermons?

Who the hell do you think you are?

Josefina confided in me.

She's just a kid!

She wanted to join the Temple,

and I am in no place
to deny her entry.

Why didn't you tell me?

You're so full of fucking secrets.

I couldn't betray her trust.

My family doesn't need you.

I'll take care of my sister.

Leave.

You know this is never gonna work.

I know.

But I can't stop.

You should go.

I need this to be real, Tiago.

So I choose to believe it is.

Herman is right...

What?
...about everything,

but I couldn't let him
talk to you like that.

I can speak for myself.

I was embarrassed for you.

You are the Bund's leader.
You must lead.

I need a new life, Peter,

one where I'm not weak
or frightened.

Of course not. You don't...
Let me finish.

You helped me with...

with my husband,
and I'm... so grateful for that,

but I am never being treated
like that ever again

by a German or a Jew.

I'm tired of living in that shame.

No, no more.

I will fight for my freedom
and my country,

and I need to know
that you're strong enough

to take care of Frank and me.

You doubt that,

after what I did for you?

Then don't be afraid
to be Deutsch.

I'm not.

But... perhaps we see this
differently, you and I.

How's that?

Being a German is not
marching with Hitler.

I want peace for Germany

and for America.

This is why I speak out.

This is the purpose of the Bund.

So this is your strength, hmm?

Appease the Jews
and the Bolsheviks

and all those who starved us

and ripped apart our country

and still keep us under the boot.

Where is your pride?

My pride is in what I do
for my family

and for you

and for the children
I help as a doctor.

It is not in the Fatherland...

...and it is not in my name.

Your name?

You know I was raised
in Essen in the war.

It is also the home
of the Krupp factories...

...Germany's armorers
for 400 years.

A dynasty it is.

For centuries now,

the Krupp factories make
the blades and the bullets

and the cannons for all the wars.

Right now, Krupp is busy

making panzer tanks
and Stuka dive-bombers

for Hitler.

They sell death to the world

and always have.

My name...

is not Peter Craft.

I am Peter Krupp.

In the war,

I saw what those machines
could do.

I was a medic, ja...

and I saw the blood
and the wounds.

And this is my family's legacy.

I can never escape it,

but I will not embrace it.

Maria!

Boys?

What is that?

Maria?

What is that?

Maria!
Don't move.

Don't move.

Trevor?

Boys!

Maria!

No!
Tommy!

Jose.

Let me tell you what I know.

Not a lot.

An old woman should know more.

But two things I know:

my husband would never tell me
to run away,

and the beast can take many forms.

Old coyote,

do you know how your husband
screamed when I killed him?

Hello, Tom.

What happened?
Baby!

What did you do?
What did you do?

Answer your goddamn phone,
why don't you?

I've been...

Uh, um...

good evening, Detective.

I need you.
It's important.

Meet me downstairs.

Are you serious?
Zip it up and get cracking.

Good evening, milady.

Will he tell anyone?

Who cares?

I can't afford to lose her.

We can't afford to lose a child.

It was an accident.

Frank almost lost his hand.

Nonsense.
He was only burned.

It wasn't her fault.

She's supposed to be
looking after them.

If we can't trust...
Let me think.

There's nothing to think about.

Fire her!

Elsa, stop.

This is what we talked about.

Will you be the strong man I need,

or will you let
an old Mexican woman

be the master in this house?

I don't need Peter Craft.
I need Peter Krupp!

Excuse me.

I will go home now.

Ah, ja.

I'm sorry about tonight.

Oh, no, no.
He will be fine.

We have to speak to you
about something.

At this moment?

Yes.

Uh, Maria...

well, you work so hard
for this family

and, uh, for so long,

but... we have decided...

...that you shall have a raise.

Five dollars more a week,
shall we say?

That is not necessary,
Dr. Craft.

Oh, please.

This family could not do
without you.

Now, go home and see
your children, ja?

Thank you.
Good night.

You want Peter Krupp?

Here he is.

What's so damn important?

I went to see Townsend.

He evaded badly.

He's up to his neck
in whatever it is,

but there was this big map
of the new motorway

in his office.

It came
from a construction company

called Via Hermosa Development,
so I thought I might as well...

Wait, Miss Adelaide had one
of those in her office too.

So they're working together
to build the motorway?

What the fuck's that about?

But here's the thing:
after I saw the map,

I went to the hall of records

to dig around about Via Hermosa,

corporate filings and the like.

A lot of dummy paperwork
and shell companies,

but it all came down to one man,

Richard Goss.

The Nazis, City Hall,

the Temple, the motorway.

What does this all add up to?

The future of Los Angeles.

So... I thought you and I

should make
a little nighttime visit

to the Via Hermosa offices.

If we can find anything concrete

to connect all this...

You mean break in?

Yes, sunshine, I mean break in.

Come on.

Oh, and, Tiago...

I don't care if you're fucking
the Dragon Mother herself.

Last time you pull
this shit on me.

You understand?
Yes, sir.

Too many secrets
take you six feet under.

It won't happen again, Lewis.

Now, how long you been doing it?

A month, maybe.

Does she know about her mother
and the Nazis?

No.
You sure?

No.

You know better
than to be doing this.

I do.

Yeah, I know.

A secret lay is always good,
I give you that.