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Previously on Penny Dreadful...

You chase this
son of a bitch from London

to here in the middle
of the Devil's asshole

because it's your duty?

I think there's more to Mr. Talbot

than meets the eye.

There's the tragedy of it.

The serum only lasts
a matter of hours...

And then they revert.

I believe I can increase
the duration of the change,

perhaps even render it permanent.

We'll create a choir of angels.

One in particular.

If we cannot save our son,

the darkness will overcome the Earth.

And all our days will come to an end.

Once we go into the desert,

we don't stop.

- And then?
- My father.

A homecoming, is it?

Why are you here?

I want to liberate your truest self...

the beast that prowls around your heart.

I want to rule the darkness at your side.

How long
until we reach your father's ranch?

A couple of days' hard travel yet.

There's a riverbed in that canyon.

We let the horses drink.

We rest a few hours, that's it.

Looks like the marshals haven't given up.

Go!

How many men?

Twelve, maybe more, pursuing Ethan.

We shall be upon them by nightfall.

Our horses won't survive the pace.

I intend to acquire new horses.

You mean to murder
every last one of them.

Those men stand between us

and that demon
that seeks to corrupt Ethan's soul.

To save my son,

I would slaughter an entire army.

And I would gladly give up my own life.

Would he do the same for you?

Ethan will kill me
the first chance he gets.

There used to be a river here.

Is there another source of water?

Not for days.

What happened
between you and your father?

Why risk your life to face him now?

Why does he send man after man
to hunt you down?

He wants me to answer
for what I've done.

Was your sin that grave?

Yes.

Such guilt you carry.

This shame, it hangs around your neck.

The only decent thing about me
is the shame I feel.

Oh, spoken like a true servant of God.

This God that would anoint you
Lupus Dei,

that would make you a glorious monster,

and have you hate yourself
for being so monstrous,

he tortures you with guilt,
and in return offers you what?

Forgiveness.

Do you feel forgiven?

There is only one way
to free yourself of guilt.

Embrace your sins.

Hey, is that necessary?

I assure you, I mean you no harm.

It's not for our safety, old boy.
It's for yours.

What is this?
What are you doing?

Dr. Jekyll's serum has proven
remarkably effective...

at curing your mania

and incipient aggression.

Unfortunately...

its efficacy is but a few hours.

Really, Henry.

Relying on the sluggish bloodstream
to deliver an impure compound?

Little wonder your patient suffered
vestigial memories

of the trauma you inflicted.

I've developed a superior method...

to purify the serum...

prolong its effectiveness.

How long?

Permanently.

You will be cured.

We'll see, won't we, old sport?

What's the method?

I'm going to inject an electrified dosage

into the prefrontal cortex of your brain.

Oh, right.

Open your mouth.

No.

That'll be all, Doctor.
Thank you.

You will have no memory of this.

Not of this treatment

nor of your crimes nor of your sins

nor of your time in this horrid place.

Every moment
that has benighted your life

and set you on your dark course...

I will take from you.

You will re-enter this world...

an innocent lamb.

After all...

It is our memories

which make us monsters.

Is it not?

How'd you lose your arm?

In battle.

My regiment was in pursuit
of a Boer assassin.

Tracked him across half the Transvaal.

Finally, we thought
we had him cornered, but...

Well...

it was an ambush.

Only four of us survived.

And then?

I cauterized the wound...

left my surviving companions behind...

and continued to track the assassin.

And before long,

I caught up with him.

And I dragged him to Cape Town in chains.

And then I reported to the infirmary.

I'll admit, I'm envious of their fire.

A bit cavalier, though, don't you think?

Out there in the open,
taunting their prey.

There's no need to hide
when you've got the numbers.

Ah, but do they?

He's dying of thirst.

We will, too.

What is it?

I just didn't take you
for a lover of animals.

I adore all the honest creatures
of this world.

It's humans I hate.

Where'd you learn to ride?

Equestrian competitions, mostly.

Should we find ourselves
in a steeplechase,

I shall acquit myself bravely.

And you?

My father.

I suspect we're not so different,
you and I.

Is that right?

I didn't choose the master I serve.

My mother enlisted me.

She watched as Lucifer raked
his claws across my body.

You think you know pain?

I was five years old.

It's something, isn't it?

To be betrayed by the person
who's supposed to protect you?

My father enlisted me in the army.

Wanted to make a man of me.

But I could've refused.

I could've deserted.

Well, why didn't you?

I wanted to make him proud.

My commanding officer
was a senator's son.

Cruel son of a bitch.

One day,

we came across an Apache band
who was camped near that river.

We attacked them at dawn

while they were still sleeping, mostly.

The first one I killed...

she's just standing there.

I keep waiting for her to run.

I raise my gun, and I pull the trigger.

And then I move on to the next.

And the next.

After it's all over,

I go to the river to try and wash
the blood off my hands.

My commanding officer

drags the body of this boy he's killed.

The boy's face
has been bashed in with a rock.

He says, "He wasn't worth the bullet."

Then he dumps the body
in the river to poison the water.

Looks at me and smiles.

"They'll give us medals for this, Ethan."

I walked up to him,
and I shot him in the head.

Then I mount up,

ride into the last Apache stronghold
and beg them to take my scalp.

Ethan came to me, wanting to die.

He wanted to atone for his sins

for the slaughter of my family.

But I thought it was crueler
to make him live.

So I forced him to fight
the same army he had served.

This much he owed
for what he had done to my people.

But Ethan took to it.

He fought like a man

desperate to redeem himself

or to die.

When Ethan first came to me...

there were 39 of us left.

Thirty-nine free Apaches
in all the world.

And the army sent 5,000 soldiers
to hunt us down.

For every ten soldiers we killed,

100 took their place.

We were hunted things.

We found no sleep at night

and no peace at dawn.

And so my tribe died, man by man.

And as we died,

we turned cruel...

Did monstrous things.

Whatever you did in the army...

whatever the Indians made you do...

know this...

God watched it all unfold and laughed.

This is the world He's made.

We can create a world of our own, Ethan.

And at your command,

I can call forth
the creatures of the night.

An army just beneath
the surface of the sand.

Shall I summon them
to strike down our enemies?

Shall we unleash demons,
thee and me?

Yes.

You get their horses.

I'll take care of anyone in our way.

And kill them all.

Give me your hand.

Your blood has the power, not mine.

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Don't move.

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Listen.

Such music my master makes.

Twenty-four hours,
not the slightest sign of regression.

Nor of consciousness.

You've rendered the old boy catatonic.

A bit excessive with the voltage,
wouldn't you say?

You sound like one
of our old dons at Cambridge.

"L find your methods
questionable, Victor."

God, how they disapproved
of your work.

- And yours.
- No, Victor.

They cast me out.
Not quite the same.

If memory serves, they cast you out

after you assaulted
a member of the faculty.

You weren't there.
You did not hear what he said to me.

Ah...

there's that rage.

You really must keep that
in check, Doctor.

No one will take you seriously.

Not even after you've inherited
your father's title.

You think we're the same.

Fellow outcasts.

But if you could undergo this treatment...

if you could have every horrific moment
struck from your memory

every time your work was denigrated
and you were treated like filth.

If for one moment
you could feel like a lamb...

and not like a beast...

wouldn't you do it?

No.

And that, my true friend,

is the difference between you and me.

- I wonder, if this works...
- It will work.

If it does...

will you go through with it?

Will you be able to bring
your Lily to this place?

To insert the needle into her eye...

and the horsebit into her mouth?

Will you have the fortitude
to see this through?

When Lily was as I created her...

I was, for a few days of my life,
truly happy.

It was perfect.

She was perfect.

What?

Ocular activity remains normal.

Breathe, Mr. Balfour.

Skin discoloration, no sign of...

eczema.

Who are you people?

Do you not recognize us?

No.

Where am I?

Royal Bedlam Hospital.
You're a patient here.

Why?

You threatened
to assassinate the Queen.

No.

That's not possible.

I would never. I...

I love Her Majesty.

And I would never harm anyone.

I can't even imagine wanting to.

Please.
You must believe me.

Oh, I do, Mr. Balfour.

I most certainly do.

You still hoping to take
Ethan Talbot alive?

Ethan Talbot is a scourge upon the Earth.

Whatever code I have followed...

I hereby disavow.

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

And butcher all his kind.

And when this one dies?

So will we.

What do they mean?

This is the story of the first Apache.

Story goes...

coyote opened a bag of darkness,

and it spread across the Earth.

The world was filled
with creatures of the night.

Mankind was diseased...

and devoured in the darkness.

But then a boy was born.

When he grew up,
he faced the creatures of the night...

and defeated them.

And he won back the day.

The boy's name was Apache.

All Chiricahua are named after him.

This is the story
of how the world was made.

Or a prophecy of how it ends.

Is there anything I can do?

If I die, I die.

If I do not survive this night...

something you need to know.

After my people were murdered

or banished to the reservation...

after my son abandoned me...

I came to this land.

My land.

I wanted only to die.

I was not allowed to.

I received a vision.

This vision...

what did you see?

I saw a world cast into darkness.

Streets were abandoned.

I saw animals of the night.

I saw my son.

Darkness will soon be upon us, Malcolm.

If we lose Ethan to evil...

the night will never end.

And if it is a prophecy,

what role do you play?

Are you the savior?

The warrior that ends the night?

Or are you the wolf that loves it?

We camped inside this cave for weeks.

By then, I was one of the tribe.

I had an Apache father
who taught me the ways.

The army had hunted us to extinction.

But I knew where we could find
food and guns.

Your father's ranch.

Heavily guarded, of course.

But I knew where
the guards would be.

We could take what we needed
and steal away.

Not a shot would be fired.

That is what my Apache father
promised me.

I annihilated a tribe.

Yes.

- I betrayed my family.
- Yes.

I slaughtered women and children

and murdered my friend,

and I will send my father to Hell

and laugh while I do it.

I'm done trying to be good.

And when you end your father's life...

whisper these words...

"Lucifer, I am your animal."

And you will never feel guilt again.

What the fuck are you doing here?

You never know where I'll turn up.

Here.

Take what's left.

Ahh.

Go on. Finish it.

Is she still alive?

Uh-huh, barely.

Pull the trigger...

and it'll be the last thing you do.

Ethan...

You shouldn't have come here, Malcolm.

Whoa! Easy.

The prodigal son has returned.

Your daddy will be real happy to see you.

What do you want to do with this one?

Up to you, Ethan.

Let him die slow.

He ain't worth the bullet.

You can't leave him here.

Ethan!

Let him burn.

I love you, my son.

I'm so happy you're home.

Sir Malcolm Murray.

It is Sir Malcolm Murray, is it not?

I pay those Pinkerton boys
an awful mess of money.

I'd hate to think I've been misinformed.

I'm Malcolm Murray.

- Jared Talbot.
- Mm.

You are very welcome in my home.

Thank you for the change of clothes.

Oh.

It's like looking in a mirror.

Here, this is from a distillery
in Tennessee.

Fella by the name
of William LaRue Weller.

You see, Billy,

he puts wheat in the mash instead of rye.

Everyone called him
a madman for doing it.

Now he makes millions.
He's a mogul.

So it goes for all of us.

To building a better tomorrow.

I'll send you home with a case.

You'll never touch
that Scottish nonsense again.

The woman who arrived here
with your son...

Yes, it's been nice to have
a lady in the house again.

It's been some time.

I'd like to see her.

Would you, now?

It's a matter of some urgency.

She's resting.

- Your son, then?
- Resting.

Mr. Talbot...

I think I'll lead the conversation,
if that's all right.

For instance,

I'd like to know why my son's been living

in your mansion for the past year.

My daughter went missing.

I enlisted your son's services
in an effort to find her.

- His services?
-As a hired gun.

And did you find your daughter?

My daughter died.

I was unable to save her.

Then you have...

my heartfelt sympathy.

That is a pain no father should know.

May the Lord have mercy on their souls.

This is by Audubon.

Some folks think he only did birds,

but no such thing.

He did the bloodthirsty beasts as well.

It fits here.

This is a bloodthirsty land.

When I first came to this place,

it was infested with those
red-handed devils, the Apache.

More animal than human.

Not human at all, in truth.

I blazed my way through the darkness.

Through iron will and violent force

and the glory of God are empires born.

There are mountains named after me.

And at what cost?

Your home's empty.

Your son hates you.

Your vainglorious pursuits
have led to nothing

but bloodshed and heartache.

But you're right,
the whiskey is very fine.

Now, what do you want from me?

I want to know why you were riding
with that Apache filth.

I was riding alongside a man.

Tell me, Malcolm.

When you were in Africa,

how many of these men
did you slaughter?

It is like looking in a mirror.

- We are not the same.
- You're right.

I still have one child to save.

"Bring the fattened calf and kill it,

for this son of mine was lost
and now is found."

Ethan will live out his days on this land.

And you will help me in this.

And if I am unable to assist you?

What would you do to someone
who came between you and your child?

You're okay?

Thanks to you.

You saved my life.

You'd have done the same for me.

And shall.

Again and again.

You know what needs to be done.

You don't have to remind me.

This reckoning is a long time coming.

I intend to enjoy it.

Rance, you can leave us now.

- Sir...
- Oh, hell.

My baby boy's not gonna hurt me.

I don't blame you for hating me.

I have given you cause.

But try as I have,
I can't forgive you, either.

We're not here to make amends.

Why, then?

To save your soul.

You slaughter a train full
of innocent people,

and you talk of redemption?

Oh, not for me.

I'll writhe in the fires of Hell.

But see...

you say that word, "innocent."

I don't know what it means.

My son was on that train.

There were people in the way.

Were they innocent?

And when I look you in the eye
and ask you if your sister...

Your precious little sister...

was she innocent?

And I read the guilt upon your face...

for which you must atone.

I've no intention of repenting.

That's because you weren't there
to witness what happened.

Where were you, Ethan,

when your Apaches attacked?

I was in your stable,
stealing your horses.

Rest assured...

I've kept everything

exactly as they left it.

Time you see what it is you did, son.

We were having supper
when they attacked...

your Apache friends.

Your brother, Paul,
was leading us in the Grace.

You remember your older brother, Paul...

who shielded you from my lash?

He was whispering
the Lord's Prayer when they struck.

Ten of my men...

Wiped out in an instant.

It was as if...

they knew exactly where
the men would be stationed.

Your brother, Paul,

like the good shepherd,

guided your mother and your sister

into the chapel,

while me and the few men I had left

went after our store of ammunition.

But that, too, had been ransacked.

Somehow...

they knew exactly where to look.

They were supposed to take the weapons.

That's all.

In the end...

we barricaded ourselves here.

Your mother...

knelt here.

She held
your precious little sister's hand.

She prayed to God for mercy.

Your mother.

She prayed as they broke down the doors...

as they shot through my men,

as they pinned me to the ground,

turned my face and made me watch.

As they thrust their lances
through your brother Paul's body

again and again

until he was unrecognizable.

A bloodied lump of flesh.

Your mother watched this happen.

Her firstborn son.

She tried to shield your sister.

Held the precious girl so tight

that it took three of them
to pull them apart.

They scalped your mother as I watched.

At least she didn't live
to see what happened next.

They forced me to my knees,

pinned my arms behind my back...

held my eyes open,

stood little Mary in front of me.

She begged me to save her, to help her.

And then...

he forced her mouth open with his hand.

Pressed his blade into her tongue.

Her mouth filled with blood.

I prayed to God to let her die,

but she did not.

She suffered...

as the saints were made to suffer.

Then...

he cut out her eyes...

so that she would wander,
blind and mute,

in this place of death.

That's what he said...

your Apache.

You brought the Devil to my door, son.

And you gave him the key.

Now you must get down on your knees...

and beg the mercy of our Lord.

You will weep for what you have done.

You will repent.

Or I will send you to Hell myself.

I'm done repenting.

And I belong in Hell.