All language subtitles for The.Institute.2017

Your sister's response

is a typical
consequence of loss,

numbness that follows
a period of intense grief.

Losing one's parents,
especially so suddenly,
can be deeply disorienting.

Rest is what she needs.

At rosewood, she will have
the benefit of time

and privacy to recuperate.

I don't see why
if rest and recuperation
is what you prescribe,

we couldn't simply repair
to the coast as usual?

Or if warmer weather
is what she needs,
we could go to Italy.

Isabel, you love venice
this time of year.

You know that would
remind me too much
of mother and father.

But an institute?
That seems so severe.

Rosewood
is more akin to a resort spa
than a typical hospital.

Ladies of good repute
routinely make use
of its services.

Dr. torrington is right.

I... I should be
somewhere I can reflect
and work on myself.

Someplace safe.

The staff at
the institute
is finely trained

in the latest
advancements
in medicine.

And my dear friend Dr. cairn
is at the forefront
of psychiatric treatment.

If it's what
you recommend,

we trust you.

I assure you, our dear
Isabel is in safe hands.

At the rosewood institute,

we employ the finest doctors
on this side of the Atlantic.

We work at the forefront
of the scientific world.

Nowhere will you find better,
more attentive care.

We cater to the
best families
in Baltimore.

And your dear sister,
Mr. Porter, shall find...

Please. Roderick.

Your dear sister,
Roderick,

shall find exactly the caring,
supportive environment

which she needs.

Yes, this will do nicely.

This is where I will sit
as I write you letters.

Let me introduce you
to one of our physicians.

Dr. Jacobs?

Dr. Jacobs is our newest
addition to our staff.

He's a leading
researcher into
new advances

in medical technologies.

Madame Werner
is too kind.

I am but a humble
practitioner
of the healing arts.

It is a pleasure
to meet you.

Isabel.
Isabel.

Dr. Jacobs, there's
a private matter

I wish to discuss
with you.

Um, nurse oaks?

- Yes, madame?
- My apologies.

Nurse oaks,
please show them
the garden. Yes?

It would be my pleasure.
Please, come this way.

Yes, Dr. Jacobs,

there is the private
matter that I would...

Right this way, please.

You'll find
this is a lovely spot
to come read a book

or just enjoy
the view of the woods.

The gardens are lovely,
don't you think?

Roderick.
They're
quite nice, I must admit.

Yes, indeed.
What order shall
be taken with the prisoners?

Shoot them in the head.

I suspect witchcraft
in the beast.

Where the evil which
thou has driven to
mingle with my being

will slip away like a dream.

Lucy, this is not
a good time.

Like the fragrance
of these poisonous flowers,

which will no longer
taint my breath

in the garden of Eden.

Is that hawthorne?

What do you mean?

You were quoting one
of Mr. hawthorne's

twice-told tales,
were you not?

I do not know
what you speak of.

Did he send you?

Is this a test?

There you are, Lucy.

My apologies, nurse oaks.
It won't happen again.

Thank you.

Did I fail?
No.

I... I'm sorry. Um...

Did I fail?
You won't tell him...

Most patients
come to rosewood

in order to relax
and recuperate
away from the harsh

day-to-day life
outside of these gates.

Some patients, however,
they're faced with more
advanced challenges.

But not to worry,
patients like that

are kept in a separate
wing from ladies

such as yourself,
miss Porter.

Shall we?
Of course.

And if you decide
you don't like it,

I'll come right back.

Okay.
Okay?

That girl looked
really disturbed.

Are you sure
you want to stay?

Roderick, do quit
your ceaseless worrying.

This is just what I need.
I feel better already.

I'll come visit
you soon.

Take care.

Perhaps you'd
like some tea?

Oh, that sounds wonderful.

Now you just
let Gunther know
when you're ready,

and he'll show you
to your quarters.

It can be easy
to get lost here

until you know
your way around.

Thank you.

She seems
rather a bore.

Is she anyone
of note?

Porter.
Have you heard of her?

Exactly.

Nouveau riche.

Excuse me, Gunther.
Mmm-hmm?

What's down that way?

That wing is forbidden
for a woman like you.

This way.

This is a...

This spot's reserved.

Oh, anywhere is fine.

Oh... mmm-hmm. Mmm-hmm.

If you need any...
Anything at all, you...

Oh. Thank you.

Isabel.

Isabel.

Isabel.

I apologize for
the unorthodox
introduction.

I'm Dr. cairn.

Oh.

I wanted to make sure
that all your needs
are being seen to.

Oh, yes.

The institute is lovely.

I'm happy that
you're pleased.

You may be
feeling stress.

So this tonic
may calm your nerves.

How are you responding
to the tonic?

I feel better already.

Lighter.

Good.

Be warned,
you may experience
unusually vivid dreams

as a side effect
of the medication.

All right.
You get some rest.

We'll begin our
first session tomorrow.

Drink.

Please describe
your affliction.

Ever since
my parents' accident,

their passing,

I've had anxiety...
Mmm-hmm.

Insomnia.

My doctor thinks...

Dr. torrington.
Yes, sir.

He feels that
my afflictions

were not mere
products of my grief,

but manifestations of
more latent maladies.

This is why he felt
i would benefit
from your care.

And which latent maladies
did he identify?

I have often been called
willful, overly curious.

I'm told that
my flights of fancy

are not becoming
of a lady.

These character flaws,

he believes, have evolved
into my current difficulties.

And what do you think
of the doctor's assertion?

My brother
has always said that...

I don't care what
your brother thinks.

What do you think?

I want to be
a good daughter

and a good sister.
I do.

But I cannot
accept curiosity

as a mark against
my character.

And isn't imagination
the sign of an active
intellect?

I know too much
independence is not
becoming of a lady,

but it just...

There is nothing
wrong with you, Isabel.

You are independent.

It is your nature,
not a malady.

You are dissatisfied
because your life
constrains you.

You say it so plainly.

I'm ashamed to seem
ungrateful for what I have.

But I just want...

You just want to be free.

Exactly.

Hmm.

Thank you.

Isabel.
Roderick.

My darling sister.

You are a sight
for sore eyes.

How are you?

Have you
settled in nicely?

I have.

It's everything that
we hoped it would be.

And how is the
famous doctor?

The medication
is helping already.

I... I already
feel much more

at ease.

Uh, little bird?

Where'd you go?
I'm sorry.

Dr. cairn says it's a part
of the healing process,

a side effect as I adjust
to the medication.

Well, perhaps some,
uh, fresh air will help.

Would you like
to take a walk?

Let's enjoy
the beautiful gardens.

You lead the way.

Who are you?

I'm Edith.
The lady of the may.

Mmm-hmm.

Walking through
the woods to meet my love
this day in merry mount.

Good.

And what do you see,
lady Edith?

Focus.

You must
see through her eyes.

I see...

I see fawns and nymphs.

They're transformed
into brutes.

They dance around the maypole
where we shall be married.

They are the devils
in ruined souls

that people
the black wilderness.

Good.
Now, lady Edith,

what is your family's
relation to evil?

We are well acquainted
with evil.

These darks and monsters
are my brethren

maddened by their troubles
into a gay despair

like evil spirits
in the presence
of a dread magician.

Good.

Now you will awaken as Lucy.

Now tell me, Lucy,

is the night's ritual a dream

or a reality?

I...

I don't...
Ugh!

A dream?

Are you trying to fail?

Are you doing this
on purpose?

Are you trying to spite me?
The men and women

have seemed very pleased
with my performance.

They've been pleased.

They've been pleased
with your performance?

This isn't a performance.

I don't want you to act.
I want you to become.

And if you can't do that,
you're worthless to me.

This session's over.

No. I'm sorry.

I... I won't disappoint you.

I'm sorry.

Please, doctor.

Your medication,
miss Porter.

Thank you, Gunther.

What book are
you reading, miss?

Uh, it's Edgar Allan poe.

Why would a lady
like yourself

fancy such
grim materials?

The tales may be dark,
i know what you're saying,

but through them
he asks questions
of humanity

in situations most extreme.

In plumbing these depths,

he holds up a mirror
to our own lives.

You're a very
thoughtful woman.

Thank you, Gunther.

If you ever
need anything ever,

you just let me know.

Isabel.

Oh, Dr. Jacobs.

Calm yourself.
Oh, thank god.

There's a man in there.
There's blood everywhere.

I... I just...

Dr. lemelle.
Our surgeon.

What are you doing
out of your room
this time of night?

I heard a noise,
so I came to see what...

Came to see what evil lurks
in these halls at night?

No.

I'm sorry.

Let's see
what frightened you.
It's okay. Come.

Dr. lemelle, allow me
to introduce miss Porter,
our new patient.

Isabel is new
to her medication

and she had
a bit of a fright
watching you work.

It was the noise.

It was still alive.

It's distasteful, yes,

but it's the only way
to procure a fresh specimen.

Poor thing.

Perhaps.

But I cannot
Sally forth

and saw at the
skulls of dainty,

melancholic humans
for my research, can I?

No.

Come, Isabel. Let's leave
the good doctor to his work.

Here we are.
Thank you.

Safe and sound.

Do not wander the halls
in a place like this.

Yes?

Yes.

Good night, miss Porter.

Scream and I will
slit your throat!

Please don't hurt me.

Hurt?

No, no.
I need you to help me.

I need to escape.

There's no leaving.

They will find me.
The wolves,
they will find me.

Let me try to find
Dr. cairn for you.

I have failed him.

Because I do not
know whether night is a dream,

and he hates me
and now he's going
to give me to them

like he did
with the others.

They are going
to sacrifice me
to the demons.

It's all right.
It's all right.
They're going...

You're just imagining things.

Everything is
going to be okay.

What the devil
is going on in here?

My apologies, madame.

This poor girl
is clearly suffering

from some kind
of delusional attack.

Lucy, you cannot hurt me.

I can. I will!

You can't.

Gunther.

No, let go of me.

The wolves! The wolves!

No! The wolves...

Thank you, sir.

Porter.

Detective Thomas.

Good to see you.
How are you doing?

I'm good. I'm good.
Good to see you.

Please, sit.
Sure.

How are you?

Oh, nothing a little whiskey
can't take care of, right?

I'm sorry to hear
about your parents.

My condolences.
They were good people.

Thank you.

Isabel has taken it
especially hard.

Hmm. Sorry to hear that.
Please give her my best.

I will.

Truth be told,

I found it necessary
to temporarily place her
in professional care.

Hmm.
I didn't want to,

but Dr. torrington
thought it the best
course of action.

They say rosewood
is the best.

What is it, detective?

Nothing.

Rosewood provides
the best care
money can buy.

Thomas, please.

Okay, I heard rumblings

of strange occurrences
many years ago,

but they were mere
rumors, nothing more.

Thomas, you would tell me
if there were reason

to be concerned,
would you not?

Yes, of course I would.
Of course I would tell you.

Please, pay me no mind.

When I drink,
i speak heedlessly.

Look, set your mind
at ease, all right?

Your sister's
going to be just fine.

She's in good hands.

No!

You. Have you seen me?

This is not me!
It's not me.

What are you doing
in my pit?

I'm sorry.

Jesus,
leave the poor girl
alone, Rebecca.

Time for your medication.

Thank you.
Don't mention it.

Nurse oaks?

I'm sorry, miss Porter.
The door was supposed
to be locked.

Right this way, please.

I heard you found
your way into

what the staff
so lovingly calls
"the pit."

Were you lost?

No.

I... I'd heard stories.

It was foolish
of me. I'm sorry.

I was simply curious.

Don't apologize
for your curiosity.

What'd you think
when you were

faced with the reality
of the healing process?

The reality of...

I don't understand.

We live in times
that are rife with
ill mental health,

especially among
the upper class.

To be blunt, we are
a decadent people.

This leads
to a imbalance

as the mind and the flesh

fall out of rhythm
with the animal instincts.

These women
that prance around

as if this were
a social club
rather than

one of the world's
foremost institutions
of mental science,

they don't want to heal.

We let them parade around
in their ridiculous costumes

as they live out
their lives

out of joint with
the rest of the world.

On the other hand,
there are some women here

who have embraced
their own healing.

The women in the pit?

Yes.

That is what
true healing
looks like.

It's very different
than what I imagined.

Of course.

If it were easy
or aesthetically pleasing,

then everyone would do it.

You and I are aligned
in our ambitions.

My life's work
is transformation.

I can give you the
freedom you desire,

but you will need
to trust my methods,

unorthodox
though they may seem.

Everything that
happens at rosewood

is done of one's
own free will.

If you're brave
and you're willing,

I can help you become

the person that
you wish to be.

Are you brave,
miss Isabel Porter?

I want to be.

Yes.

Good.

Come in.

Miss oaks, Dr. lemelle.

We're going to be
moving you into
new quarters.

May I ask why?

Dr. cairn
believes that the first step

in your rehabilitation
is to cast aside
old vanities.

- You're ashamed, yes?
- Uh...

Oh, dear,
that is precisely
the point.

Shame is a fallacy
imposed upon us by society.

It needs to be
excised from the mind
like any malignant disease.

Indeed.

It's time
that you demonstrated

some responsibility
for your own treatment.

- I will do whatever it takes.
- Will you?

Of course.

Good.

Doctor.

Ah, thank you, Gunther.

Miss Porter.

What is this?

This is your
new concoction.

Dr. cairn had it
personally adjusted
for you.

Thank you.
Very good.

Please.

Please don't do this.

Where is Dr. cairn?

Dr. cairn

has given you to me,

my exquisite,
pitiful little creature.

I'll do better,
i promise.

Please give me
a second chance.

Please, please.
Don't worry.

This will all
be over soon.

This is a special day.

No, no, no.
A celebration.

No, no, no.
In your honor.

No.

Life is changed,
not taken away.

Bodies grow slowly
and die quickly.

How have your dreams

been of late?

After my parents' passing,

I had the most
frightful nightmares.

Mmm-hmm.

Now my dreams

are different.

Different how?

Isabel, we spoke
about this last week.

Without complete honesty,

the healing
cannot take place.
Yes, sir.

Lately, my dreams
have been strange.

They feel so real,
i hardly know

where the dream ends
and reality begins.

This is natural.
A projection.

Your mind fights
against itself as it
attempts to expunge

the pain and grief
you carry inside.

You have internalized
society's rules and limits.

In order for you
to achieve your desires,

we must first strip away

the guilt and shame
and outdated mores

that have taken
residency within your
very flesh and bones.

Yes. I think I understand.

Good.

I trust the increased
dosage is agreeable?

I feel wonderful.

I feel liberated.

Then we're ready
for the next stage
of your treatment.

When do we start?

We start now.

You look quite festive,
by the way.

Darling, doesn't
she look festive?

Just delightful, you are.
Mr. Baxter?

Ah, Roderick. Hello.

Are you visiting someone?

Uh, yes, my sister, Isabel.

She's convalescing.

Yes. Well, good day,
Roderick.

Great to see you.
Come, my love.

Is this your daughter?

No, this is my wife,
Mrs. Baxter.

You haven't met?
Good day.

Uh, no,
i meant the young girl.

There.

This is our niece.
She is lodging with us

while my cousin's family
is away overseas.

I remember you
from my first visit here.

Do you know
my sister, Isabel?

She's a shy girl.

She's very shy. Very shy.

Are you okay?

I'll be there. Go on.

Well, it's so good
to see you, Roderick.

Best to the sister, yeah?

Be well.

You know, Isabel,

I'm working on something
very exciting.

I'd like to invite you
to my lab to see it.

Dr. cairn says that
your progression's
been remarkable,

so not to worry.

I know my brother
won't be pleased.

You are a strong girl.

You don't need
his approval.
You understand?

Yes.

Mr. Porter.

Roderick.

Isabel, what are
you wearing?

Huh?

Your fingers,
they're filthy.

I know.
Who did this to you, huh?

Roderick.

Mr. Porter. It is all
part of the treatment.

Roderick, Roderick,
it's all right,
it's all right.

Can I speak to my brother
in private for a moment?

I'll be right here
if you need me.
Okay, thank you.

Brother, do not worry.
Everything is fine.

Wonderful, in fact.

Dr. cairn made me understand

that the root cause
of my ailment is decadence.

But I just feel
so much more relaxed,
and lighter even,

just being around
all these women

who have truly embraced
their healing.

Isabel, please!

I can't follow
a word you're saying.

In fact, I think it would
be best if you came home.

No. I have to stay
until I'm healed.

Of what?

What sort of nonsense
are they feeding you?

I suppose
i shouldn't be surprised

that you're afraid of
what you don't understand,

but I will not be
leaving with you.

Good day, brother.

Isa...

I'm afraid it's going
to be a while

before Isabel's ready
to receive another visit.

That is not
for you to decide.

Mr. Porter,
visits are made

at the discretion
of our patients.

So we will let you know

the next time your presence
is requested here at rosewood.

Good day, Mr. Porter.

"Detective Thomas,

"i implore you to consider

"an investigation
into rosewood."

I'm going to put you
in restraints.

This is the next step
in your treatment.

You do trust me,
don't you, Isabel?

Good. Nurse oaks?

Please undo her gown.

Reorienting the body's humors
is a difficult process.

We must begin
with the most
base reaction

and work towards
more complex emotions

and cognitive arrangements.

We'll start with the most
primitive of feelings.

Pain.

Isabel, look at me.

It's a long path,

but by the end,

you will find the
freedom that you seek.

You are a brave woman,
aren't you?

You see,
a woman like you

has probably never felt
real physical pain, have you?

That is a problem.

And another.

God!

The mind is
an incredible organ.

See, the body senses and
sends signals to the brain,

but how the brain
interprets those signals

is a matter
of great delicacy.

More of an art
than a science,
i believe.

Most live their lives
controlled by these impulses,

but you don't have to.

If we can rewire
this most primitive instinct,

imagine what's possible.

Complete authority
over one's own mind.

Limitless autonomy.
Absolute power.

We must strip away
the last vestiges
of your old self,

and only then will you
know real empowerment.

Again.

Congratulations.

Welcome to the first day
of your new life.

Come in.

Mmm, miss Porter.

Madame, may I ask
you something?
Of course.

It's about Dr. cairn.

His methods are...

I fear that I cannot do
what he asks of me,

that I will fail him,
fail myself.

Look at you.

Another spoiled rich girl.

So eager to be his pet,

yet you come running
crying to me

the moment
he pushes you.

I just thought...

You thought you'd quit?

Just like every
other vapid socialite
he's wasted his talents on?

I expect more of you.

Do you understand me?
Mmm-hmm.

Do you understand me?

Yes.

You may go.

Most of the women here,
they're hardly cared for.

- Most of them are homeless.
- They don't have families.

The doctors here aren't
trying to heal them.

They're just keeping
them out of sight.

Beats living in the gutter.

At least here,
you get fed.

Did something happen
with the doctor?

No, it's just...

His methods are

unorthodox.

Never mind.
I shouldn't be speaking
about my treatment.

Are you
all right, miss?

I'm fine.

I came about Isabel.

Is something the matter?
Yes.

I fear she's
being manipulated.

Manipulated?
And the way that they
have her dressed,

like she's some sort
of common peasant...

Hmm.

Roderick, I know what
you're going through,

with the loss
of your parents

and now your sister,
her illness.

And I understand
that you've taken over

your father's business
entirely on your own.

Is that correct?

I did not come here
to discuss myself.

And I appreciate that,
but you mustn't
underestimate the toll

the past few months have
taken on your own psyche.

I see.

Thank you, doctor.

Tell me, what is your name?

Isabel Porter.

That's incorrect.

Where are you from?

Worcester.

Look at me.

That's incorrect again.

Does that hurt?

Does that hurt?

No, that does not hurt.

When one is nothing,
one feels nothing.

Okay?

Again.

I do this
for your own benefit.

Through me, you shall
understand pain.

Now.

Good.

Sit up for me.

Tonight you will face
your final test.

Mr. Porter.

Mr. Avery.

I took a look at it.
And?

It's chock-full of laudanum

and what I think
is Indian root.

And it appears to have
trace amounts of aconite.

Aconite?
Monkshood.

Wolfsbane.

A poison, Mr. Porter.

Not enough to kill you,

but certainly
enough to have

rather unpleasant
effects on your mind.

Congratulations.

You found us.

One final test
for your commitment.

Who do you see?

Margaret.

And why do you
think she's here?

She whispered
lies into my mind.

Sowed doubts within me.

She tried to turn me
against you.

No, Isabel.

She must be punished.

Please.

You will be my star.

Cleanse her with the lash.

Her screams will be
be her sacrament
of reconciliation.

Isabel, please! Please!

Please! Please!

Gunther.

Where's Margaret?

Don't worry, ma'am.

Allison will take care of you.

You're home now.

Roderick.

So I looked into, uh,

aconite society.
Yeah.

And?

There are whispers
of a secret order

made up of society's
wealthiest and most
influential men.

And?

And whispers are about all
anybody would say about it.

Thomas,
if it's money you want,

I'm in no short supply.
I don't want your money.

I'll make it
worth your while.

Listen, I have
some advice for you.

Leave this alone.

Even if half of these
stories are true,

they run everything,
the courts,

the papers,
the banks, all...

Rosewood?
I don't know.

Is Dr. cairn one of them?

I don't know a Dr. cairn.

What about the girl,
Lucy, that I saw?

Is Mr. Baxter involved
with these people?

Listen to me. Please,
i don't want anything
to do with this.

There's gotta be something
more you can give me. Please.

That's all I can
tell you. Goodbye.

Tell me
of this Isabel Porter.

She is weak, timid.

Narcissistically concerned
with petty trivialities.

Unable to express
her true self.

And do you wish to return
to your life as Isabel?

No.

I have to forget I was ever
such a vapid creature.

Very good.

You are
Tabula Rasa incarnate.

Do you understand
the significance
of what we've achieved?

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

You are ready
for your new identity.

Hello, good man.

I'm sorry to disturb you
at this late hour,

but is Mr. Baxter in?

No. I'm sorry. He's out.

Was he expecting you, Mr...

No, sir. I was in the area
and thought I'd call on him.

My apologies.

Perhaps you could
call on him another time?

Certainly. Thank you.
Good evening.

My sweet, pretty wife.

Dost thou doubt me already,

and we but
three months married?

More. Your faith
doubts you.

Then god bless you.

And may you find
all well when you
come back.

Say thy prayers,

go to bed before dusk,

and no harm
will come to thee.

Ah, my poor faith.

What a wretch
am I to leave her.

You are Goodman brown.

Forget your past

and become him entirely

with every inch
of your being.

Go.

Dearest heart,
pray thee.

Put off your journey
till sunrise

and sleep in your
own bed tonight.

My love and faith,
of all nights in the year,

this one night must
i tarry away from thee.

Bravo.

You're ready.

Only three weeks in
and you're already a better
brown than Lucy ever was.

This will be greatest
performance they've ever seen.

Performance?

I don't understand.

Forgive me, Goodman.

A momentary flight
of fancy, nothing more.

Come.

You've been working
all day in the field.

You all deserve some rest.

Oh, god!

"Mr. and Mrs. Baxter,

"you're invited, 21st,

"9:00 at rosewood.

"Aconite society."

Come, my dear.

Are you ready to see?

I've got a surprise
for you, my love.

Something really exquisite.

Feast, my dear, feast. Fe...

Roderick.

Ladies and gentlemen,

as is customary
before we begin,

we'd like to offer you
a token of our appreciation.

Dance with me.
It is the order of things.

We drink the poison,
and in doing so

push back the darkness
that surrounds us.

We are,
of course, gathered here

to celebrate you,
the aconite society,

who have made
so much possible,

both within
and outside our walls.

Tonight is a veritable
miracle in modern science,

for our star
is no mere actress.

She has been
fully transformed,

shedding
her previous identity

like an ill-fitting suit.

I give you

young Goodman brown.

Begin.

Dearest heart, pray thee,

put off your journey
until sunrise

and sleep in your
own bed tonight.

My love and faith,

of all nights
in the year,

this one night must
i tarry away from thee.

My journey
forth and back again

must needs be done
'twixt now and sunrise.

Oh, my poor faith.

She talks of dreams
and now it is i
who feel as though

I walk through
shadowed realms.

My good man.

Come, let me guide
you with my light.

There is a
peculiarity in such solitude.

With these lonely steps,

I may be walking through
unseen multitudes.

What if the devil himself
could be at my very elbow?

I shall yet stand firm
against the devil.

Come, witch, come, wizard,

come, devil himself.

And here comes
young Goodman brown.

You may as well fear him
as he feared you.

Stop!

Isabel!

Seize him!

Isabel.

Bind this creature
to the altar.

Now are ye undeceived?

Evil is the nature
of mankind.

Isabel!
Evil must be thy
only happiness.

Isa...
Welcome, children,

to the communion
of your race.

No! Isabel!

I, young Goodman brown,

stand before you

with the devil
as my witness,

and promise
to strike down

any who seek to
impede my destiny.

Isabel, it's me.
Isabel, please! No!

Aah!

Oh, faith.

What would I do
without you?

Allison, will you
please leave us?

Faith, will you
please leave us?

Who are you?

A simple Goodman
named brown.

And at the coven, you spoke
the lines of the devil.

Lines?

I'm afraid I don't
know what you mean.

I admit that night in
the woods is a bit of a blur.

There was so much darkness.

I'm just glad I was able
to save my faith.

Very well.

It's a testament
to your will

that you were able to
inhabit your role so fully.

But now I need you
to forget him.

You are no longer
Goodman brown.

And Allison is
no longer your faith.

Do you remember
the performance

we had you do
as part of your therapy?

I think so.

I remember
something about a...

A demon.
Mmm-hmm.

You did very well.

It was evident that
you're taking control
of your own identity.

But now I need to see
if you can do another role.

Another role?

Soon you will be able to be
whomever you want to be

without limits.

I'm going to keep you
in the dark for now.

But I'll let you know
when you're ready.

In the meantime,
you'll have to trust me.

Of course.

How's the device coming?

The physics are impressive.

It's just
a question of

getting the device
itself constructed.
Doctors.

Dr. lemelle,
if you would excuse me,

I'd like a word alone
with Dr. cairn.

I trust this event
will be worth

the resources devoted to it.

The inner circle
came to see me today.

Our benefactors
are concerned

you're shirking
your duties.

The flow of girls to the
society members is the
institute's lifeblood,

yet you're spending
all your time on one girl,

and you've
lost control of her.

They can face me
themselves

if they don't like
my methods.

You forget yourself, doctor.

Rosewood and the society
that supports it

have existed
long before you arrived.

That's true.

But you'd just be
an old maid

prostituting
deranged women

for wealthy miscreants
without me.

So why don't you go back in
and deal with your drapes
and leave me to my art?

Very well.

Doctor.

Very well done,
Dr. lemelle.

Very well done.

No. No.

Isabel!
Roderick?

Please, no!

Roderick.
Roderick, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

After all the girls
i brought through this place,

you owe me.

I want the Porter girl.

One would
wonder if you had her admitted
to have your way with her.

I've always loved that girl.

Let's say we revisit
the topic of
Isabel Porter's future

after tomorrow night's event.

Hmm. Fine.

How's the exposure?

Should be fine.

I want her
to hear it from you

I fear she has too strong
of a connection to my voice.

I'm a surgeon.

It's not a request.

Fine.

You are Mary bradbury.

You are awaiting trial
for witchcraft

and immorality
of the highest order.

Mary bradbury,

you are accused
of crimes most heinous.

Admit that you are
wrong and repent

or you will condemned
to murder by hanging.

But of course
what interests me, my dear,

is how an evolution
in identity

can manifest itself
in the amygdala.

But then again,
a tree is still
a tree, is it not?

Mmm, Gunther.

You need
to eat, Mary.

Please, help me.

If nothing else,
kill me, please.

Make this end.

You're...
You're gonna be okay, Mary.

You're gonna be okay.

"The gardens at midnight
beneath the gnome."

Isabel.
Foul demon,
leave me be!

What's wrong with you?

He knows everything.

You will tell him,
then he'll hurt me.

Isabel. Isabel.
Please, you can trust me.

You keep calling me Isabel.

I am Mary.

But I remember you.

Margaret.

Jesus Christ,
what did they do to you?

What did they do to you?

I dreamt I killed you.

I'm still here.

Did I hurt you?

Margaret.

No. How can it be?

Why would you help me
if I did this to you?

You're my friend.

I know it wasn't
you who did that.

We can't stay here.

You have to tell me
everything.

Are you trying to
shut down my performance?

You may have your event,

if after the performance,
you give up the girl.

That's ridiculous.

You've grown too attached.

The society has decided

that they
will do with Isabel
as they see fit.

It's time for her
to be placed.

I refuse.

I thought
all these characters,

I thought it was
part of my therapy.

But then,

I started having
all these dreams,

and some of them
turned out to be real,

like hurting you and...

And Roderick.

I don't know what
happened to Roderick.

He did this to me.

They need to be punished.

But how?

Gunther.

You should go back
to your room, Mary.

You fill the goblets
for the society rituals?

Hmm.

Please.
Help us, Gunther.

Thank you.

There's something
you should know, ma'am,

about one of the men
who's judging you tonight.

Look for one
that says "wolfsbane."

This?
Yes.

Hide, hide, hide.
What about you?

Don't worry about me.
End this.

Why are you in here?

I don't know.

You don't know?

Is the disgusting,

repulsive little urchin

sampling my wares?

No, no.
There are consequences

for disobedience!

Tonight's the night.

Together, my Mary,

we shall put on
the performance
of a lifetime.

Let the trial begin.

Mary bradbury,

you stand accused
of crimes most heinous.

Witchcraft, devilry,

sins against the lord.

Admit what you have done
and repent

or you will be sentenced
to murder by hanging.

I didn't do anything.
I didn't hurt anyone.

Yours is not the only soul
on trial this day.

You must also
decide the fate

of susannah Sheldon.

The young lady
you brought down

with your unholy ways.

Mary,
please save me.

I didn't make her
do anything.
You lie.

Susannah, tell the
judges the truth.

Mary bradbury kidnapped me

and forced me to commit
sins against the lord.

But...

What is it, susannah?

Truthfully, I enjoyed it.

Do you see what
your lies have wrought?

They've turned the purity
of an innocent girl

into the devil's plaything.

I didn't. I...

You lie!

Confess!

No, you are a liar,
Dr. cairn.

You lied to me.

You took my faith
away from me.

You are a monster.

As chief magistrate,

I demand you go back
to your position.

You are still under trial.

I am innocent of what
i am accused of tonight,

but there is something else
to which I must confess.

From a young age,
this man was not only
my trusted physician,

but the object of my lust.

He was a friend
of my father's
and forbidden to me.

But in my innermost desires,
i burned for him.

He is here tonight.

In fact,
he is the very man

who brought me here
to rosewood.

Torrington, come.

Let us finally admit
what has remained
silent for so long.

Please.

Let us be married
in sin together.

Come play our
little game tonight.

You will be rewarded later.

This is not the trial!

Now it is time
for you to play your part.

I can't wait to do this to you
when we're alone tonight.

I've dreamed of this evening
since you were a young girl.

Isabel.

Tonight, the judges
shall be judged.

Dr. cairn,

this blade looks quite real.

Calm yourself, doctor.

It's all part
of the performance.

Tonight, you will
all be on trial.

"Aconites,"
you call yourselves.

Playing with people's lives
while you pretend to drink
monkshood, wolfsbane.

Well, tonight,

you drank the real thing.

Dr. cairn?

Doctor...

Dr. cairn?

Get me out of here.

Dr. cairn,
get me out of here.

Run.
You run far away
from this place.

You have to go.

Turn around!

You won't hurt him.

You can't.

Thank you
for teaching me

the meaning of pain,
nurse oaks.

Glad I could
return the favor.

Isabel.

That was quite
a performance.

Hmm.

Do you know hawthorne's
the gray champion?

Yes.

It's the story
of a legendary warrior

who comes to the aid
of those oppressed
by tyranny and injustice.

Yes. Yes.

Exactly.

This is your
finest performance yet.

You. You are
the gray champion.

I am the gray champion?

Yes, this fine
institution of...

Of healing has been overrun
with decadence and filth,

and like an avenging angel,
you have purified it.

Don't you see?

This is still part
of my treatment.

Yes, exactly.

Exactly. This is all
part of my plan.

You and I have
purified rosewood.

And now,

you're finally home.

Isabel.

Isabel, you're healed.

I'm healed?
Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Now I see.

I am the gray champion.

I've purified my home.

Bravo, miss Porter.

You. You look like...

Isabel,
it's a curious thing,

appearances, isn't it?

People don't look
closely at anybody

that they
think is beneath them,

ma'am.

Gunther.

Why?

I'm afraid that I have failed

to properly
introduce myself.

I'm one of the four heads
of the aconite society.

The inner circle,
as those unimaginatively
like to call us,

those in gown and tuxedoes

who imagine
that they wield power,

but they are nothing
more than mere pawns,

no different than you
or any of the other girls

in the despicable pit.

Oh, if you could only know

how long the wheels
have been in motion

to bring you to rosewood.

I cannot tell you

the last time
my compatriots and I

have been genuinely
surprised by anything.

But you?

You have been a pleasant
surprise to all of us.

Because of you,

the institute will emerge
stronger than ever before.

And I would hate
to see the doctor's
good work go to waste,

so we'll find another role
for you soon enough,

and you'll wake from this
dream into another.

But until that time,

the institute thanks you.

Excuse me,
madame Porter.

Yes.

They're ready for you.

Thank you.