All language subtitles for X-Men S5 ep 12

With all due respect,
Doctor,

I still can't believe that these sinister
goings-on in Whitechapel

are the work of a man in his sixties.
I mean, be serious, Dr. Xavier !

You must believe me, Inspector !

Dr. Nathaniel Essex is
responsible for these crimes !

Every person who has
seen this butcher

agrees that he's a younger man.

And I can't credit a man of science
with these inhuman atrocities !

Essex isn't human, Inspector !
Not any more.

And after tracking him round the world
for half my life,

I begin to think he never was !

Hey, move this wagon out of the way !

Now, Doctor, how is it you know
this mad doctor, Essex ?

I first became aware of his obsessions
in the year of our lord, 1859,

while in the employ of Lord Grey,
his patron and father-in-law.

Essex had been fascinated with
the theories of Charles Darwin.

In particular, the groundbreaking work
assembled in his Origin of Species.

And therefore, I am convinced

that natural selection
has been the main,

but not exclusive, means
of species modification.

I open the floor for questions.

Mr. Darwin, while your theory may
explain diversity in the lower animals,

how can your "natural selection"
account for the human soul ?

Were we not created in
God's own image ?

I have not, as yet, applied my
observations to mankind.

Though I may do so at some
future point.

But, Mr. Darwin,
shouldn't natural selection operate

within any naturally occurring
population,

be it animal, vegetable or man himself ?

Yes, yes, quite right.

And, given that we have removed
ourselves from the mechanisms

of natural selection,
isn't mankind overdue

for the next evolutionary step ?

No, no, not at all.

Man is still in direct competition
with his fellows,

and thus subiect to natural selection.
Yes, you had a question.

- Mr. Darwin, I am Dr. Nathaniel Essex.
- Ah. A pleasure, Doctor.

Gentlemen, I wanted to speak to you
about my own research.

I have made detailed observations on
mutated humans,

incorporating some of your theories.

I must caution you, these are
dangerous times

for free-thinking men of science.

I shall very much look forward
to reading it, when you publish it, sir.

But I have irrefutable evidence to
back up my claims.

And I'm sure with your support...

In light of the lukewarm reception my
theories received here, sir,

I believe it is I who am in
need of your support.

- Thank you, sir.
- Be patient, my boy. And discreet.

Oh, Mr. Darwin, may I present
Dr. James Xavier,

family physician to Grey Hall.

So, Dr. Xavier,

do you believe me a heretic
or merely a madman ?

I have the utmost respect for your
early work, sir,

but natural selection seems to deny
the divine hand in creation.

Heretic it is, then.

Gentlemen, if you'll excuse me.

But I grow weary of this debate.
How is Rebecca faring ?

If my wife's condition has changed
at all, it is for the worse.

Will you be coming by to check
on her this evening ?

Of course.

Though Essex was qualified
to treat his wife's disorder,

it was considered improper
then, as now,

for a physician to treat members
of his own family.

James, can you give me any
good news about my daughter ?

Not as yet, sir.

But I'm confident my treatments will
prove effective in time.

"Treatments ?" Why can't you admit

you haven't the slightest idea
what's wrong with my wife ?

- You insult me, sir !
- No, I...

Please forgive me, my friend.
My frustration got the better of me.

I understand.

Lack of sleep, I expect.
I bid you goodnight.

It is his work that worries me, sir.

I tell you, his ideas
verge on blasphemy.

I understand. But he is my son-in-law.

And one of the few things that bring
a smile to my daughter's lips.

Though I dared not admit it,
Rebecca's illness confounded me.

Rebecca, darling, I need another
sample of your blood.

Am I your wife, or your guinea pig ?

You are the most precious thing in all
the world to me.

And that is why I must do everything
within my power to make you well.

Essex's laboratory

was located in an asylum
for the physically infirm

on the west end of the estate.

As director of the asylum,

Essex took in those poor
unfortunates who,

through some accident of birth, could
not function in normal society.

Disreputable procurers knew he would
pay well.

So they aided him in

seeking out these curiosities in the
traveling carnivals and dumb shows,

where they were
obliged to earn their keep.

I shall never forget the day
I arrived, along with Darwin,

to witness the unveiling of Essex's
"great work. "

You've caught me in good health
and high spirits, Dr. Essex.

We're all most eager to hear of your
discoveries.

And so you shall, gentlemen.
Please, step this way.

As you know, my interest lies not in
the gradual mutations

that occur over millennia,
but in the leaps that

manifest themselves
in a single generation.

Gentlemen, allow me to introduce you
to the men of tomorrow.

Mr. Fuente.

You will, no doubt, recognize
the electroscope, a device for

demonstrating the effect of
an electromagnetic charge.

Mr. Flannery, if you please.

Dr. Essex, I am speechless.

I came today expecting
some minor breakthrough in biology,

and instead, you insult these
learned men

- with parlor tricks and quackery !
- But, but...

Now if you'll excuse me, "doctor, "
I have no time for such foolishness !

No ! Wait ! I have discovered
the mechanisms of heredity !

In time, I shall bring an end to
hereditary disorders.

To all disease !

Man shall at last possess
complete mastery over his own body !

We shall become more than men !

- We shall be Gods !
- Good heavens !

You're quite mad !

Fools ! You blind old fools !
You require proof ?

I'll provide you with proof !
In abundance ! I shall show you,

I shall show the world !

But I don't see what that's got to do
with the butchery here in the East End.

That's only half the tale, Inspector.
Please, if you could just...

Well, Doctor, do you still think this
is the work of a slighted scientist ?

He has altered nature itself.

I believe the creature
responsible for this outrage

to be the result of this man's
sinister experiments.

Inspector, I implore you to
accompany me to Mansell Street !

This may be a chance to stop
the most diabolical madman

the world has ever known !

I shall finish the tale as we ride.

After his expulsion from
the Royal Society,

Essex became even more obsessed
with his research.

But still he met with failure
after failure.

As time passed,
he grew more reclusive.

Eccentric. A fanatic.

Stories of strange goings-on at
the Grey Hall Asylum

circulated around Parliament
and made their way into the papers.

Essex and Lord Grey
became estranged,

while Rebecca's condition worsened.

Even the most advanced techniques of
medical science were to no avail.

And though Essex still fought to save
Rebecca, his growing fascination with

human mutation became
all consuming.

Yes ! Yes ! I've done it !

Mad, am I, Darwin ? Fool ! You are
a mere spectator to creation,

while I, I have become the creator !

Excellent. I feel like a new man !

- What are you doing to us ?
- Have no fear, my friends.

With these transfusions, you shall
become more than men ! Much more !

Remarkable ! Not even a blister !

I don't understand it.
Other than a slight pallor,

your daughter is making quite
an amazing recovery, Lord Grey.

What is it, my dear ?

He made me promise not to tell you.
I suppose it doesn't really matter now.

Nathaniel has been giving
me treatments !

He's been what ?

- What kind of treatments ?
- No professional jealousy, James.

You said yourself
my recovery was amazing !

How dare he ! That arrogant, insolent
little jumped-up pipsqueak !

Sir, I think we'd best not disturb
Rebecca at this critical stage.

James, you must speak with Essex.
Perhaps he'll listen to you !

We must learn what that madman
has given to my daughter !

Essex ! It's Xavier.
Please, I must speak with you.

Very well, James. Do come in.

- Dr. Essex, I...
- I am no longer a doctor, James.

Tell me, do they speak
of me still at the Royal Society ?

Indeed.
They speak of sinister experiments

- you are rumored to perform.
- Sinister.

I'll have to remember that when
Queen Victoria knights me.

After you.

This is your asylum ?

Thus out of small beginnings,
greater things have been produced.

- Please, sir, no more !
- Good lord, man !

Even animals don't deserve
such treatment !

And the treatment they'd receive
outside these walls would be better ?

Release these poor creatures ! At once !

They are unfinished, Doctor.

I cannot allow you to do this !

You truly have gone mad.

I am not mad !

I won't let you stop me, James.

It is over, Nathaniel !

No ! My work ! My subjects !

- What are you...
- Don't go ! My children ! No !

Demons ! Spawn of the Devil himself !

They appeared from the darkness,
demons spewing the fires of Hades !

I didn't mean to...

Flannery, Vochek ! My children !

Get him !

I'm frightened, Lord.

Why do you forsake me so ? If you
truly have mercy, deliver me from this.

- Please don't hurt me, sir.
- The lord cares for all his creatures.

Why do you believe
he has forsaken you ?

I only wanted to find work so I could
send money back

to my family in Ireland.
The famine. We...

I'm not going to hurt you.
My name is James Xavier.

- I'm a doctor.
- No ! No, that's what the other one said !

I'm nothing like that madman !
I want to help you.

What's your name ?

Flannery, sir. Thomas Flannery.

There's one of them ! Demon !

- Stay where you are ! Listen to me !
- That's Dr. Xavier ! Let him speak !

- This man is no demon !
- He's a monster !

No ! He is different, true ! Born with
abilities that may frighten us.

But he had no choice in the matter.

Any more than we choose
the color of our eyes.

The true monsters walk amongst
us undetected.

There is your monster.
Nathaniel Essex !

- Essex !
- That madman at Grey Hall ! Butcher !

- Heretic !
- No ! Stay away from me.

What in blazes !

Fools ! Who are you to judge me ?

What is going on ? The noise !

My dear, we must flee at once
to the continent.

What is this all about ?

You're hurting me !

What have you done to yourself ?
The treatments.

- What have you done to me ?
- Do not fear, my darling.

Together we shall be
the Adam and Eve of a new genesis.

Rebecca ! Rebecca !

The mob's justice was swift.
Wothing was spared their vengeance.

Essex was gone, his laboratory
and notes destroyed in the fire.

All I could find in the rubble was
the madman's journal.

Lord Grey spent his remaining years
quietly working

on behalf of the mutant humans
of London.

Most of whom disappeared
into the sewers.

Rebecca never spoke another word.

As for myself, I traveled the world
in search of Essex,

chronicling the carnage left by his
terrible experiments,

by his unfortunate "new men. "

And here my search has ended.
I've tracked Essex to the upstairs flat.

Let's go, men !

I got the samples you wanted,
Dr. Essex.

Jack, you fool ! I told you I wanted
this one alive !

I gave you life, Jack.

Do you doubt I could undo
my own creation ?

Sorry, Dr. Essex.

Essex is no more.
From this day forward,

you shall address me as Mr. Sinister !

I do not understand.

A final taunt. I fear now
I shan't catch him in my lifetime.

But if I cannot, then I pray that
someone else can.

Succumb to the power of Vertigo.

They will give you no further trouble.

Excellent.

Now we take them to the Master !

It is for him to decide
whether they live as his slaves,

or perish like the dogs they are.