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[Vanessa] Previously on
Penny Dreadful...

Splendid day, isn't it?

Sir Malcolm,
is everything all right?

What do you mean?

He's a changed man

since he became reacquainted
with you, Mrs. Poole.

Scream for me.

[Cut-Wife] You're in danger.

That big book?
With the glyph on the side?

If ever the day comes,

when my Little Scorpion
is crushed and beaten,

only then does she open it.

On that day, she will have
gone away from God forever.

This is my cousin,
Miss Lily Frankenstein.

Do you think it bold
if I compliment your eyes?

Yes.

[Vanessa]
Be still your heart, Doctor.

Mr. Gray is being
a proper host to a new guest.

You're smarter than that,
Miss Ives.

[Ethan] I believe we make
ourselves who we are.

The blood's on our hands,
not God's.

Whatever you have
made yourself,

I'm here to accept you.

We're together for a reason.

[grunting]

[snarling]

Will you let me
escort you home?

This place isn't safe for you.

[eerie laughter]

[gasping]

[Sembene]
Things become other things.

The leopard consumes
the monkey

and becomes
leopard and monkey.

The crocodile consumes
the leopard

and becomes
crocodile and leopard...

and monkey.

I have seen this.

The shamans in my mountains
call it Uchawi Mabadiliko...

the changing from
one skin into another.

The ones so cursed do not
always fully remember it,

this... becoming.

Is it a sickness...

or is it something else?

Is it a blessing,

the purpose of which
we cannot yet see?

I say this is what it is.

For I know you, my friend,
Ethan Chandler.

I see inside you,

past the crocodile...
and the leopard...

and the monkey.

And the wolf.

[breathing shakily]

[inhales sharply]

Tell me what you saw.

♪

[Vanessa] No, Sir Malcolm,
that's not it at all.

It wasn't female hysteria.

-Don't insult me.
-Then what was it?

She was in danger,
and she sensed it.

I was on my way to say
good night to the doctor

and I felt I was
being surrounded.

I couldn't breathe.

[Sir Malcolm]
And who was surrounding you?

I don't know.

I find this difficult
to credit, I'm sorry.

Hold on.

You don't credit Miss Ives'
ability to sense things?

I think it more likely
the room was crowded

and she became overstimulated.

[Frankenstein sighs]

We have been living
under a certain amount

of pressure here, Doctor,

as the mountains of armaments
might suggest.

And now?

I need to go.

-What?
-I need to leave.

-London isn't safe.
-I'll go with you.

-I'm not sure.
-I'm coming with you.

I think
that's a wise precaution.

Both of you go somewhere
far away and stay there.

She's safer here.

I won't be kept a prisoner
in this house, Sir Malcolm.

If I'm to be pent up,
I'll choose my own cell.

Don't tell us
where you're going.

Just go.

-This company is safe.
-[Frankenstein] Is it though?

Are any of us immune
to this danger we can't see,

can't touch,
but is everlastingly present?

Mr. Lyle's right. Tell no one.

And we're not to even
trust one another, then?

Has it come to this?

Then why trust Mr. Chandler
to go with you?

[Vanessa]
Because he wasn't there.

You were all
in the room with me.

And yet the lions
still hunted.

[Ethan]
We'll leave immediately.

Yes.

Doctor, may I have a word?

I want to tell you alone
where I plan to go.

Are you sure
that's a good idea?

Someone has to know.
I trust you.

What are you up to,
Vanessa?

I've never met a woman
less likely to run and hide.

So far we've been
thrashing at specters.

I'm going to find
a better weapon.

While I'm gone,
do be mindful of Sir Malcolm.

He's losing his heart
and needs our care.

I shall.

And if he needs me,
don't hesitate, come.

And be patient
with your cousin.

It's all so new to her.

London and all the bright
shiny prizes it offers.

She'll grow tired of them.

That's very kind.

Only what if she doesn't?

Then we'll have a long talk
on a dark night.

[Frankenstein sighs]

That's where it happened?

Yes.

[both sigh]

Where should I go?

I slept down here.
There's a bed upstairs.

Why don't you take that?
This is your house now.

We'll have to
replenish the stores.

I know the forest.
It'll supply us.

And Sembene sent along
some tins as well,

so we won't starve, anyway.

[inhales sharply]

Do you believe a place
can be haunted?

Yes.

Have you been in such a place?

Indian graveyard in Arizona.

Indians I killed.

Were you frightened?

I felt I belonged there.

Perhaps I belong here.

She always thought that.

I don't know that
I'm made for company.

I think I'm made
for something...

like the moors.

And for doing such things
as hurt even as they help.

She called me her
Little Scorpion,

and only said
my name aloud once,

before she was murdered,

tied to that tree outside.

I've never liked trees since.

Not one.

Thank you,
I will go upstairs.

[Vanessa] For years now,
Sir Malcolm and I

have had a very
private relationship.

In a way,
I think I savored that.

The intensity of it.

Perhaps I even fed on it.

And Mrs. Poole threatens that?

Doesn't she?

He's lost his anger.

That resentment and rage
is what we shared.

Our bond was
in our mutual suffering.

Despite all that,

you're still the closest thing
to a family he's got left.

He didn't go
to his own wife's funeral.

Doesn't that demonstrate
his allegiance to his family?

Because it was
too painful, maybe.

You know better.

He's in love.

The memories of his past,
including me,

are clouds
he doesn't want to face.

And why should I
demand him to?

Just so I can retain
my unique bond with him?

It's selfish.

My God, let him be happy.

[gasps] Wood betony,

attracts bees for honey.

Crushed and put
into your pillow,

it prevents nightmares.

-Ooh, get a lot of that.
-[laughs]

When I was with Miss Croft,

I was more content than
I ever thought I could be.

For once in my life, I didn't
feel like running away.

I felt I had a place
to belong.

She was your moors.

Your solitude.

In a way.

Sir Malcolm's just looking
for where he belongs now.

Without Mina.

Without you, even.

But when he settles down,
he'll come around.

He won't forget about you.

I certainly didn't.

[grunts softly]

Are you making a rabbit snare?

Surprised?

Who knew you were so handy?

Life isn't all tarot cards and
pagan blood glyphs, you know.

You know what?

You're gonna make someone
a great little wifey one day.

[chuckles]

So... [clears throat]

I'm all of eight or the like

and my father takes
sadistic glee...

in pulling me out there,

pointing at the biggest one,
and saying,

"Ride, boy!"

Now, all the vaqueros,

those are the Spanish
ranch hands, are watching

and they can't wait
to see the little lord,

in his velvet knickers,
fall on his ass.

[chuckles]

I walk up to this
monstrous big horse,

who goes by the name of,
I kid you not, Diablo.

-Ooh.
-[both chuckle]

And he's snorting fire

and his hooves
are pounding the earth.

My little knees
are knocking together,

and I just look up at him

and say in my best
grown-up voice,

"Know your master, beast."

[chuckles]

What happened?

Broken wrist
and soiled knickers.

[both laughing]

That's the most unheroic story
I've ever heard.

You must have been scared of
something when you were young.

No.

-I was fearless.
-Come on.

Really.

Mmm. You don't fool me.

Dolls.

-Dolls?
-Dolls.

Like, girlie dolls?

-Yes, girlie dolls.
-[both chuckle]

-Don't laugh.
-Never.

I mean, I played with them.

You had to, or they thought
you were deviant

in some dreadful way,
but I never liked them.

My mother insisted on
deploying them around my room

like an army
of little play friends.

But every night,
before I went to sleep,

I ran around my room
and knocked them over.

Miss Ives!

Then every morning
I would put them all back.

God, those eyes
staring at you,

just waiting to come to life.

Who thinks
that's healthy for a child?

I played with toy soldiers.

Also not the best recipe
for mental health

when you think about it.

All those things that mark you
when you're young...

that make you what you are.

Never escape them.

They just wait, don't they?

[Vanessa] What?

The monsters inside us.

Monsters?

-What would you call them?
-For me...

demons.

But one word
is much like another.

[Ethan]
And when they're released?

We're most who we are.

Unrestrained.

Ourselves.

I need to go out.

What? Out where?

-There's nowhere to go.
-[inhales sharply]

Just bolt the door
when I'm gone.

Do you know how to shoot?

What?

-No.
-I'll teach you.

When will you be back?

-Morning.
-Ethan--

Just bolt the goddamn door!

[Ethan panting]

[breathing heavily]

[sheep bleating]

-[Ethan snarling]
-[sheep squealing]

[roaring]

[distant thudding]

[thudding continues]

Mr. Chandler.

Would you like some breakfast?

Not hungry. Thanks.

[grunting]

Tell me.

We're alone.

Speak quietly, but tell me.

Tell you what?

[whispers] We can whisper

about those things
that hurt us.

You need to learn
to protect yourself.

[gunshot]

You haven't done this before?

No. I suppose
it just comes naturally.

-Why am I not surprised?
-[chuckles]

No, no. Let me.

It's a different thing
when you're firing

at something that's alive.

How do you learn that?

[Ethan] Experience.

Aim at the middle of the body.
Don't get fancy.

Don't aim at
the head or limbs.

And here's the real trick,

which seems illogical,
I know.

Don't look in
your opponent's eyes.

That'll stop you every time.

You think for one minute
about what you're doing,

and you won't do it.

Stop being human.

Become something else.

What?

An animal that has to survive.

A predator.

No emotion.

Survival.

And most important?

Don't look into his eyes.

All right.

Moving target.

I feel I owe you for this.
What can I teach you?

Just about any of
the social graces for a start.

[scoffs]
Well, that's a long list.

There's the painstaking ritual
of serving tea,

tedious decorum at balls,

-meaningless social banter--
-Dancing.

-Dancing?
-I never learned dancing.

My father didn't approve
of such things.

Well, then I shall
be your tutor.

I've had practice recently,
in fact.

It's a deal.

Now, I'm going to toss
this up very gently.

I want you to follow it
through the air

and fire at will.
Just don't shoot me, okay?

I'll do my best.

[laughing]

It's the opposite of homicide.

Always look
in your opponent's eyes.

[sighs] And then?

Proceed gently.

Take my waist.

Up here, Mr. Chandler.

And sway.

[Ethan chuckles]

And one, two, three.

One, two, three.

[laughs] One, two, three.
That's it.

That's it, Mr. Chandler.
Come on.

One, two, three.
One, two, three.

One, two, three.

No.
Too much salt.

-[thunder rumbling]
-[Vanessa gasps]

I love storms.

Primordial.

Every bit of
civilization gone.

Everything true coming out.

Let it.

You don't fear it?

Not now.

This must have been how
the world was created.

Or how it ends.

[glass shattering]

[Ethan] Water!

[grunting]

[wind whooshing]

[Vanessa grunts]

[panting]

No!

[grunts in frustration]

[panting]

We are dangerous.

[panting heavily]

[Frankenstein] What is love

but a kind of creature
waiting to be unbound?

A malady.

What does it bring
any of us but...

confusion and bedevilment?

The Egyptians were
hardly unique in that.

Yes, but to them
it was quite literal.

They called it
the "Scorpion's sting,"

a kind of eternal infection

that had no end,
not in time or death.

The gods Amunet
and Amun-Ra were immortal

and their love was
without end as well.

According to the myth,

if they were to
become conjoined,

"All light would end and the
world would live in darkness.

The Hidden Ones
would emerge and rule."

-Emerge and rule?
-Conquest.

The subjugation
of all mankind.

This goes well beyond
Miss Ives.

In Biblical terms,
it's the coming of the Beast.

[sighs]

The Hidden Ones
who will emerge?

Call them the Fallen Angels,
as our relics do.

Or any such name
that pleases you.

Devil, Creature, Demon.

Vampire?

"His name is Legion.
For He is many."

Leave the archeology
of it behind

for a moment
and imagine this.

The Fallen Angel
seeks his bride.

He believes this
to be Miss Ives,

and she loves him in her way.

They are aligned,
these two.

He tries to lure her,
seduce her,

attack her if he must.
But he must have her.

Why?

-Why does the Scorpion sting?
-To protect itself.

To kill its enemies.

-And the Demon's enemy?
-God.

And if I don't believe in God?

[scoffs] The Scorpion
will still strike,

whether you believe
in him or not.

[Frankenstein sighs]

We have to help her.

I'm onto something new here,
something I didn't expect.

I need a few more days.

But I don't think she's
entirely without protection

in the meantime.

One phrase,
"The Hound of God."

Like a musical refrain
sounding over and over

in our otherwise
chronological narrative. Why?

A bit of poetry, a flourish.
I don't know.

No, no, no. Think how
your mind works, Doctor.

When you can't settle
something in peace

you return to it
again and again.

-It obsesses you.
-Becomes a neurosis.

Precisely. And it's repeated
neurotically here.

Like the Demon chewing
on a bone it couldn't swallow.

It can't make peace with it.

-It's a danger to him.
-Yes!

Yes, the Demon,
the Hound, the Scorpion.

Endlessly circling
one another.

You know,
Mr. Lyle won't give up.

If there's any sense
to be found in all this,

he'll find it.

And the Doctor, too.

They won't let this thing
hurt you.

"This thing."

We need to call it
what it is.

The Devil.

[Ethan sighs]

Sometimes...

Sometimes I just want to
let it take me.

Put an end to it.

And then?

Then I would know why.

Why this unending torment.

I can't live forever violated.

When I sleep, when I wake,
when I pray,

those demons tearing into me.

I once begged you to put
a bullet through my heart,

but you thought it kindness
to spare me.

It was cruelty!

You will not die
while I'm here.

You will not surrender
while I live.

If I have one goddamn purpose
in my cursed life, it's that.

You are one man.

More than that
and you know it.

We are not like others.

We have claws for a reason.

Do you ever think
what it would be like,

to be like other people?

Normal people?

I try not to.

[dogs barking]

My God,
so she's come back.

The little quim
with the witch.

And who the fuck are you?

Got herself a man now,
does she?

Mind your manners, lad.

Know your betters
when they address you.

[dog barking]

One word from me and you don't
have an arm anymore.

They know how to behave.

You know how to get
a dumb animal to behave?

You feed it
with your own hand.

You don't let
anyone else do it.

You give them food
or you don't.

You let some of them starve
so the others see.

So they know their lives
depend entirely on your will.

Learned how to behave yet,
little bitch?

-That's enough.
-Not hardly, lad.

Maybe I come visit you, eh?

Bring a match
and start another fire.

Young flesh burns best.

Hey!

-[horse whinnying]
-[dogs barking]

I swore one day
I would see him again

and be avenged.

You don't need
his soul on your conscience.

I can live with that guilt.

No, you can't.
That's not who you are.

Of course it is.

Stop looking at me
with those eyes

and see me for what I am!

And is that what
she would want? Your friend?

One more step into darkness?
For what?

Her memory?

Justice.

What are you gonna do?
Kill him?

Sneak up and cut his throat?

Is that what
you're going to do?

You do that
and you won't be able to stop.

So stop now!

[bangs table]

I'll stop
when his soul is burning...

like hers was!

Go on then.
Do what you fucking want.

I hope you can live with it,
because I sure as hell can't.

And don't worry...

I see you for exactly
what you are.

[sighs]

[Lily] Don't you want me
to have friends?

Of course I do.

Do you not like Mr. Gray?

It's not that.

For heaven's sake, Victor,

I can't stay
cooped up here all the time.

No, of course not.

You should go.

I'm sure you'll have
an amiable time.

And Mr. Gray will certainly be
a charming dinner companion.

Tell me not to go and I won't.

[sighing]

Don't be silly.

I could use some time to work.

You're an awful distraction.

You won't be late?

Don't worry, cousin.

I'll come back
with tales for you.

I was surprised
to get your invitation.

-I would think you get many.
-No.

I don't go out much.

Your choice or his?

My cousin is...

protective.

I don't think you need
much protection.

You are, I believe, more...

capable
than you perhaps appear.

I'm useless really.
It's all so new to me.

Is it?

My heavens, what's that?

A waxworks.
Have you never been to one?

[chuckling]
I've never been anywhere.

Then will you allow me
to escort you?

-Oh. It's awful!
-It's not real, you know.

Well, I know that, but--
[giggling] But I can't.

I'm such a goose.

You must think me very silly.

I think you're mysterious.

-Hardly that.
-Oh, yes.

The coolness of your touch.

Your sense of...
constant discovery.

And your eyes, mostly.

So familiar, but... not.

You make me sound much more
complicated than I am.

Dear! [laughs]
What's this one?

Burke and Hare,
the resurrectionist men.

Caught here in the midnight
act of exhuming a body.

Why would they do that?

To sell it to a doctor
for medical experimentation.

What sort of experimentation?

I couldn't say.

[light conversation]

[Dorian] I hope
I haven't shocked you.

[Lily] No.
It's good to see new things.

[Dorian] Then I hope
you'll allow me

to squire you again sometime.

London is nothing if not
filled with new adventures.

Yes, I'd like that.

But I should go now.
Victor will be worried.

Of course.

Lily, thank you
for this evening.

You're like
a breath of fresh air.

It's good to have
a new friend.

And so I hope
you'll always count me.

No one's ever
done that before.

New adventures.

Number 17, Shad Thames.

[dogs barking]

[growling softly]

[speaking demonic language]

[barking]

[cocking gun]

[continues speaking
demonic language]

[snarling]

[guttural snarling]

[Hawkes screaming]

[growling]

[gasping]

[dogs snarling]

[panting]

Could you stop, please?

[horse braying]

♪

[indistinct conversations]

Well... hello.

[grunting]

[door closing]

[bolt closing]

You were going to kill him.

I didn't get the chance.

But I guess you know that.

Do you feel better now?

Now that you're a murderess?

I suppose that's what
you learned here, isn't it?

From your nice old
lady friend.

How to kill babies.

How to kill men?

-You do belong here.
-I know what I've done.

Do you?

Do you know what it is...

to walk with someone's body
tied around your neck

for the rest
of your goddamn life?

Do you know
what that is, little girl?

Let me tell you about it.
First time is hard.

I'm sure you cried a bit,
didn't you?

Don't worry, that'll pass.
Second time is easier.

Third time, you don't blink.

Then it's all just repetition.

You don't cry anymore.

You don't even remember
when you used to cry.

You're alive and they're dead.

-Fuck 'em.
-Stop it!

You'll never get
your soul back.

Not ever.

Do you understand that?

Yes.

Welcome to the night, Vanessa.

[Ethan sighs]

♪