All language subtitles for The.Pale.Horse.S01E02.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H264-andrehsa_Legendas01.ENG

-Mr. Easterbrook?
-What is this? Why am I here?

It's because of Jessie,
because of her list.

She was on to them. The witches.

It's a scam!

They kill to order. For money.

There's a girl standing next to you.
A girl with a red handbag.

[Delphine]
Mark.

[Poppy] It would never have lasted
with the first Mrs. Easterbrook.

It was infatuation. The old demon lust.

Why are you throwing your clothes away?

[Mark]
I hit a cat.

Delphine went there.

She went to them? Those three?

By autumn, he will be married
to someone else.

Everyone on that list is dead,
Mr. Easterbrook!

And they're coming for us!

They're coming!

-[Delphine]
Mark.
-[electricity fizzles]

[ominous music playing]

[mechanical rattling]

[doorbell rings]

There you go, madam.

Thank you.

[Yvonne]
You've just caught me
before my next cruise.

You know, you're not
the first antique dealer to pay a call,

wanting to buy
my late husband's collection. I'm deluged.

Then I must make a special effort
to seduce you, Mrs. Tuckerton.

Yvonne.

Mark.

You and I... are both part
of the same very exclusive club.

Are we?

Which club?

The Pale Horse.

I use them all the time.

Get a discount for being a loyal customer.

They are very odd.

They are.

Did you get the same letters?

We all do.

"There's an obstacle blocking the path
to your happiness and prosperity.

We can remove it."

Oh, they do that all right.

-And how they do it.
-I know.

Gives you a shiver.

How do they do it?

-You said--
-Yeah, I lied.

You're hurting me.

Are you going away because questions
are being asked about your stepdaughter?

She had a bleed on the brain.

She drank too much and took drugs.

And now she's dead, you inherit
everything. How do they do it?

I'm devastated.

There are too many painful memories.

-Then how do they do it?
-Your hurting me!

Tell me.

Witchcraft!

[horn honks]

[horn honking]

What do you want?

Your friend David went to the Pale Horse.

He had his aunt murdered.

David would never do that.

Clemency had endless relatives.

But who inherits?

It's going to be us next.

It's coming. They're coming.

There's a question mark after my name.

A question mark. Does that mean
nothing's going to happen to me?

My hair's falling out.

So is yours.
I... I can see it on your shoulders.

Someone wants you dead.
Someone's paid them to put a curse on you.

Curses flying on reeking wings! For us!

I don't believe in magic. I don't believe
in it. I believe in science.

You know deep down I'm right.
You just can't bring yourself to admit it.

You know the worst thing about all this,

the worst is you... talking at me,

breathing on me. That's the worst thing.

Don't ever come here again.

Our lives are ticking away
while we do nothing!

[sighing]

Shhh.

["My Dream" playing]

♪ My dream ♪

[Delphine humming]

♪ Is a true delight ♪

[Delphine] I didn't hear you come in.

No, I'm stealthy.

How's your day?

Oh, I... I went shopping.

Ah. What have you been
spending my money on?

[Delphine] Nothing.

I did buy a bottle of Scotch, though.

So you can have a drink.

I'm getting the hang of being a wife.

[door opens]

I'm in the bedroom.

I got your suit back from the cleaners.

The one you said was covered in blood.

There wasn't any blood.

So where were you?

Who is she?

What are you talking about?

You threw your clothes away.
I watched you do it.

Sorry, why would I throw away
a perfectly good suit?

Well, that's what I'd like to know...
because you certainly didn't hit a cat.

A cat? What cat?

The cat! We had entire bloody
conversations about the cat, Mark!

Mr. Tiddles! Are you just going
to stand there and lie to me?

No. All right, I... I hit a cat,
and I threw my clothes away.

No, that's my point,
you didn't hit the cat!

Hermia, I'm lost. I don't even know
what I'm supposed to be agreeing with.

[chuckles]

That's your good suit, is it?

Your good suit that you didn't throw away
because you like it so bloody much.

Goodbye, lovely suit
that you like so much

that you lied about throwing it out
and hitting a fucking cat in it!

There.

Now it's fit for the rubbish, isn't it?

Clemency died.

[sighs] I've got to call David
and tell him to come back and bury her.

She died?

Yes, she died.

You're still taking your tablets,
aren't you?

I'm not angry.

I'm just worried.

[sighing]

[vicar] I know that my Redeemer liveth

and that he shall stand
at the latter day upon the earth.

And though after my skin,
worms destroy this body,

yet in my flesh shall I see God.

When I shall see for myself and mine eyes
shall behold and not another.

I thought she'd live forever.

I really did.

Her poor heart.

Shall we, uh, get out of here for a bit?

Hmm.

They've gone off somewhere.

[shouting]

-[crying out]
-Use a fucking ashtray,

you bitch!

Well, this is charming.

Is there some reason
you brought me down here?

I didn't want us to be heard.

Oh, I know what this is about.

You're divorcing Hermia.

[chuckles]

Well, about time.
I told you it was too soon. Hmm?

Those three women at the funeral.

You paid them to cause Clemency's death.

Oh, Mark... [laughs]

Don't. Just don't.

I swear I'll pop your eyes
out of your fucking head

if you keep lying to me. I know.

I know.

I know you had her killed.

I had to.

She wouldn't bloody die.

The money, the house, everything,

it should have been mine years ago,
but she wouldn't bloody die.

She kept giving everything away.

To donkey sanctuaries, Mark.

Fucking donkeys! My inheritance, oh!

I mean, I was fond of the old girl,
but there are limits, huh?

When I told you about that list, you...

You made a joke out of it. You...

-You told me I was obsessive.
-[David scoffs]

What was I supposed to say?

I should get out of town,

maybe leave the country.

It wouldn't have made a difference.
Not to them.

If you're cursed, you're cursed.
They're witches.

Huh.

Well, you tell me what they are!

They don't even need an address.
They just need a name.

And you never say the words
"kill" or "murder" or... or "dead".

And when it's all arranged and paid for,
you get a date to go to them.

[banging]

[laughs]

It's innocent.

It feels like nothing's even happening.

You're just saying a name.

Getting their fortune told. That's all.

-And then...
-[snaps fingers]

It's done.

No one touched her,
no one hurt her.

[stammers] She wasn't scared,
so it's really not that bad.

This is my life!

You asshole!

Someone's put a contract on me!

What do I do to stop it?

I don't know.

Well, are you scared?

They don't even leave their house.
So yes, I'm scared of them.

What about the law,
does that not scare you?

Why should it? All the letters are burned.

I paid by banker's draft.

If it wasn't for that list,
there wouldn't be any paper trail.

No one would put it together.

It's just people dying, like people do.

Like I'm going to?

I can't help that.

Now let me out...

so I can get Poppy and go.

[unlocking door]

I held you at your christening.

I renounced the devil for you...

and all evil.

I loved you.

I really... I really loved you.

Love. [scoffs]

You should probably be thinking about
who hates you enough to want you dead.

[Oscar]
She had been told
her marriage wouldn't last.

By autumn, he will be married
to someone else.

[Mark]
I did marry someone else.

I married someone else.

[David]
I told you it was too soon.

[Mark]
Love.

The suit that you like so much...

[David]
You should probably
be thinking about

who hates you enough to want you dead.

[door slams shut]

I didn't ask you to wait up for me.

[Hermia] And yet, here I am.

Waiting up for you.

I suppose I should feel lucky...

you've prized yourself out

of your current tart's sticky thighs
long enough to come home at all.

[Mark laughs]

God, you sound like such a wife.

You're so banal, Hermia.

You're so banal, it's almost a talent.

Why did you marry me?

Someone had to unpack the boxes.

-I'm going to bed.
-No, no, no, no.

No. Stay here.

We're having a little nightcap together,
like normal people do.

Let's enjoy it.

You've got such a beautiful face.

So perfect.

Perfect face.

No one would ever guess
what's really underneath it, would they?

Maggots and the rot and stink.

You're not gonna get what you want.

I...

will win.

Nightcap done.

I'm off to bed.

Join me?

I'm going to read for a bit.

Suit yourself.

[sighs]

[ominous music playing]

[banging on door]

[gasps]

[banging continues]

[whimpering]

[Mark]
Wake up.

[continues whimpering]

[Mark]
Wake up!

Wake up! Wake up!

Wake up! Wake up!

Wake up! Wake up!

Wake up! Wake up!

Wake up! Wake up!

[car engine starts]

[car drives away]

[sighs]

It's my wife.

I know it.

She hates me.

She actually wants me dead.

[sighs]

Do you believe me now?

I should've believed you before,
should have listened.

How do I stop it?

You don't know your Bible, do you?

-[sighs]
-Fearful and unbelieving.

Like the abominable and murderers
and whoremongers

and sorcerers and idolaters
and all liars...

shall have their part in the lake
which burneth with fire and brimstone

which is their second death.

Revelations 21.

We need a cleansing.

A purifying.

We can only answer them with fire.

[knocking on door]

[knocking continues]

You smell of petrol, Mr. Easterbrook.

Yes, I, uh...

just spilled some on myself
when I was, uh, filling my car.

I don't have long, I'm afraid.
I have a social engagement.

Oh. Oh, you're quite the...
quite the chap, ain't you?

I mean, you're suave,
you're sophisticated, you're popular.

Thank you. It's all very flattering.
Is it going somewhere?

Well, I've been working very hard to
make sure you don't die, Mr. Easterbrook.

And I've been considering your past to see

if you've got any enemies,
and you're absolutely right. You don't.

You just slide through life, don't you?

And everything just...
just slides off you.

Nothing snags.

Apart from the dead girl in the bath.
That snags, doesn't it?

[sighs]

It was...

It was an accident.

She left the radio
on the side of the bath.

I told her not to. She wouldn't listen.

Just a brutal, tragic accident
that I'll never recover from.

You see, when sudden deaths occur,

police are called to take statements
from neighbors.

Well, we hadn't met the neighbors.
We'd only just moved in.

Well, I went through
all those old statements,

and you're absolutely right,
nobody knew you or your young wife.

But when you move into a new flat,
there's no furniture

or carpets to muffle the sound.

And in one of these statements,
your downstairs neighbor

said that she heard footsteps.

Heard voices.

That's impossible.
She was... she was alone.

Oh, maybe the bobby
that took the statement

might have left that little detail
and put it down to shock.

But you see, I'm a detail kind of copper.

Inspector Lejeune,
let's stop dancing around.

What exactly am I being accused of?

[Lejeune] I'm an old hand at this,
Mr. Easterbrook.

I'm like a junkyard dog, and I get
the scent of you. And you smell wrong.

No one gets away with it forever.

It all catches up with you in the end.

[door opens, closes]

[David]
You're just saying a name.

Getting their fortune told. That's all.

And you never say the words
"kill" or "murder" or... or "dead".

[knocking on door]

Is this where she sat?

Right there.

What do you want?

I want you to set me free.

Now.

Tonight.

[sighs]

And what if we're
not who you think we are?

What if... all we do is read cards
and tea leaves?

Deliver babies, set a broken limb.

Make a salve for your creaky knees,
your wheezy chest,

what if that's all we can do?

You do other things.

You have particular abilities.

You have skills.

And you're gonna save me.

You have to save me.

What are we saving you from?

From the curse my wife put on me.

She wants me dead
because I don't love her.

That's all I've done wrong,
not loving her.

I can't.

There's nothing there.

I've already used it all up.
There's not much left.

I'm just an empty shell.

But I quite like being an empty shell.

And I don't want to die.

No one ever does.

There's someone else after me.
I mean, really after me.

And they're not going to stop.
And I want you to stop them both.

-Anything else?
-[Mark] Um...

I want to sleep without dreaming.

Because, Christ, my dreams...

She's always in my dreams.

And I need them to stop.

So...

that's what I want. [sighs]

And if that means... selling my soul
to the devil, then so be it.

[Bella] They always want the devil.

Old hairy bollocks with his goat hooves.

-Why aren't we enough?
-You are.

You are enough.

So I want the obstacles removed.

Hermia Easterbrook...

and Inspector Stanley Lejeune.

Tell me their fortunes.

Shut your eyes.

Shhh.

Shhh.

-When does it start?
-Belt up.

Shhh. Shhh.

["My Dream" playing]

♪ My dream ♪

I did buy a bottle of Scotch, though.

So you can have a drink.

I even unwrapped some glasses.

I'm getting the hang of being a wife.

[Mark] Well, well.

Am I pouring you one?

[Delphine] Hermia's coming over later.

Said she'd give me some ideas
for decorating, help unpack.

We could get fish and chips.

If we can't find the plates,
we'll just eat it on the newspaper.

["My Dream" continues]

♪ Is a wealth of joy ♪

♪ No one can destroy ♪

What did you do today?

I told you, I went shopping.

Who's Oscar?

Did you go through my bag?

Who's Oscar?

Please. Please, don't get angry.

-Who is he?
-[Delphine] Please don't be angry.

What did you do...
what did you do with him?

-Mark, Mark...
-Tell me.

-What... what did you do with him?
-This is not what you think, Mark.

-Tell me!
-[electricity fizzles]

[Mark] Delphine.

Wake up.

Wake up.

-Oh!
-For the new flat.

Delphine's in the bath.

She's sent me out
to get some fish and chips.

Keep me company.

[chuckles]

This is a surprise.

Isn't it?

[banging on door]

[Mark]
Delphine!

[crashing]

[Mark] Delphine!

No!

No!

[sobbing] No!

How do you know it's worked?

It's worked.

I don't feel any different.

You're different.

You'll see.

Goodbye, Mark.

Don't ever come here again.

[chuckles]

[car engine starts]

That's that.

Nearly.

Not here.

[shallow breath]

[woman shouting]

[wailing]

[sobbing]

[ventilator whirring]

It was probably an overdose.

We don't know if she'll wake up.

She could be like this
for the rest of her life?

I'm sorry.

Punish me.

[screaming]

[jazz music playing]

[ominous ambient noises]

Everyone on that list is dead,
Mr. Easterbrook.

They're all dead
except for you, me and Ardingly.

...for you, me and Ardingly.

And they're coming for us. They're coming!

[door rattling]

[lock tumbles to the ground]

[door rattling]

[Mark grunting]

[Osborne] They was fiddly,
those sodding dollies.

I nearly gave up on 'em.

I take it you've made
a mess of my shop door.

I'll be billing you for repairs.

You said that everyone on that list
was dead...

except for you, me and Ardingly.

But Thomasina Tuckerton
hadn't been found yet.

[clicks tongue]

I could have cut me tongue off
for that one.

I said to myself, "Zachariah Osborne,
you turnip," I said.

"Hope this doesn't come back
to bite you on the bum."

Rat poison.

Nearly.

Thallium.

You don't know what that is, do you?

You can't see it.

You can't smell it. You can't taste it.

It's untraceable.

It's beautiful.

Were you able to clear the tank?

All done, Mrs. Ardingly.

You won't have any more problems.

[Osborne]
It's easy, really.

People are so greedy.

You go through the papers

and see what wealthy old bag
is giving all her money to animals

or what shameless daughter
is making a show of herself,

and you write a little letter.

You'd be amazed
how many people write back.

How many people want members of their
family put to death by the dark arts.

It's quite shocking, actually.

And no one ever sees me.

I'm anonymous, invisible, untraceable.

Like thallium.

[Mark] I believed it.

That I was cursed.

I... I believed it was the witches.

But it wasn't them. It was you.

You made me believe it.

[Osborne] Well, that's the point,
isn't it?

Making people believe.

I watched you running away
from that Thomasina.

I watched you run.

And when I saw you at the police station,
I couldn't believe my luck,

because I knew I could do
anything with you.

The man with a grubby secret.

Guilty man.

I knew you'd believe anything.

Devils and demons.

Curses and hexes. Pissing your pants.

Just think...

if you'd done the right thing,

you wouldn't be here now.

You poisoned me.

[Osborne] A little bit.

But I poisoned me too.

You're fine.

If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead.

Like that Lejeune.

He was tough.

I had to turn him inside out.

I melted him.

Blood running out of every hole.

My wife's in a coma.

Yeah, it's a bit annoying.

I don't like leaving things hanging.

But fair do's, I didn't have long
to crack on with her.

She might stay like that, she might not.

You don't really care about her, do you?

You don't really care
about any of this lot.

You only care about you.
And that's fine. I only care about me.

Why was I on the list?

I'd never even heard of you.

Until Jessie got all haggie.

And by the way, this is all her fault.

How?

[Osbourne] I had this grand little set-up.
Brought Jessie in to help me.

She never asked a question. Thick as shit.

But she found those three
from the Pale Horse.

I never even met them.

What a royal pain in my ass those were.

The clients payed by banker's draft.

Thought they was paying the Pale Horse,
but all the money came to me.

Them three knew nothing,
thought they was just telling fortunes.

Thank you. I worry so much
about the dear girl.

But now I can go on my holiday
with my mind at peace.

Come in, Miss Davis.

Was all ticking along nicely

until those horrible bints
started getting clever.

[Thyrza]
Back again, Jessie?

It's almost like you're here
to check up on people,

see who's kept an appointment.

No, what an odd thing to say.

Do you think we don't read
the papers, Jessie?

Think we can't read?

The death notices.
We recognize some of those names.

What about Tuckerton that just left?

You're wrong. I only want
to hear from my mum.

Your mother hates you, Jessie.

She's here right now,

looking down at you, and she hates you.

What you've become, your wickedness.

She wishes she'd never ruined herself
pushing you out.

The shame of it.

You're cursed
and going to burn in hell, Jessie!

Delafontaine. Hesketh-Dubois.
How many others, Jessie?

What about Easterbrook? Mark Easterbrook?

His wife came here, and now she's dead.
Is he paying you too?

They said my mother
wants to see me in hell.

[Osborne] They're frauds. You know that.

Nasty bitches.

Upsetting you.

They know a few names.

Not all the names. They've got no proof.

They said another name as well.

Who's Mark Easterbrook?

You doing jobs without me?

Of course not.

Just goes to show
they haven't worked it out.

Not really.

So all we've got to do is sit tight.

Not get all silly.

Oh, God.

[clicks tongue] Jessie.

How can you think that of me?

[gasps, sobs]

Treacherous bitch. No loss to the world.

How many have you killed?

You lose count after 30.

You're not gonna go to the police,
tell the truth, are you?

That's not who you are.

What are you gonna do with that?

Go on then.

Let's see if you've got the stones.

[sighs]

I didn't set light to the Pale Horse.

I didn't burn it.

They're still there.

Bottled it.

I'll deal with them myself.

And one of these fine days,
I'll have you too.

You'll never know when.

Every time you put something
in your mouth, every sip of drink,

every bite of food...

you'll wonder if I've been at it
with my beautiful poison.

You'd have to starve to death to avoid me.

You broken, sweaty ape.

You shiny-shoed ponce.

You gutless wincing turd!

[shouts]

I thought I was going mad.

[ventilator whirring]

[gasps]

And what about Mark?

What happens to him now?

[indistinct chattering]

[footsteps approaching]

I just...

woke up.

["My Dream" playing]

♪ My dream ♪

♪ Is a wondrous dream ♪

♪ It's the answer too ♪

[Mark] Not again.

Not again.

Please. Please.

Not again.

[electricity fizzles]