All language subtitles for Penny Dreadful S03E02_eng

Previously on Penny Dreadful...

I was introduced to a woman
who saved my life.

A mental doctor.

Good afternoon.
May I help you?

I'm here to see
Dr. Seward.

Take a seat, Miss Ives.

There are no emotions
unwelcome in this room,

and if this process
doesn't appeal to you,

the door is there.

My name is Kaetenay.

- You must come with me.
- Where?

America.
Our son needs us.

Welcome home, Ethan.

Who are you?

We're your liberators.

From those Federals
who would have hung you

from the neck until dead.

You work for my father.

Man wants to see you again.

Dr. Alexander Sweet.

Director of
Zoological Studies.

Noah in his ark.

Do you have a favorite?

The unloved ones.

All the broken
and shunned creatures.

Someone's got to
care for them.

Who shall it be, if not us?

Dr. Jekyll.

Dr. Frankenstein.

- I have conquered death.
- The old work?

Now!

I've created monsters.

Soon, he will kneel to us.

This sad little world
is ours.

You must help me destroy her.

What if I could tame her?

Tell me about Vanessa Ives.

I don't know anything!
I don't know anything!

You will open
her secrets to me.

My name is Dracula.

You are aware, sir,
of the extremity.

Yes.

I mean, sir,
the illegality.

I mean, sir,
we butcher 'em.

I believe that's what
I'm paying for.

Well, I hope you have
a memorable evening, sir.

I'm sure of it.

Please! No!

Now...

You are mine.

Bury 'em.

Then where else
would they go?

There's nothing else
out there.

I'm a bit more
concerned with that

fucking trainload
of dead bodies.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have to...

Where's my
goddamn prisoner?

Ask him.

- You Rusk?
- And you are?

Federal Marshal
Franklin Ostow.

What happened?

He was taken from the train
by brigands.

Your duty is discharged.

I'll sign the extradition
order.

- Go home.
- No, sir.

My duties will be discharged
when I see Ethan Talbot

at the end of a rope
and not before.

If you're telling...

There'll be no
conversation about it.

This is a federal
matter now.

My duty is to the Queen.

So I see it
as an imperial matter,

which rather trumps your
territorial jurisdiction.

If you so choose,

take it up with the British
Ambassador in Washington.

In the meantime, I intend to
bring Mr. Talbot to heel,

at which point...

I will deliver him
to the appropriate

representatives
of your government.

And how you gonna
do that, Inspector?

You familiar
with the territory?

No, sir.

But I have been
on horseback

for long stretches
of my military career.

I've learned how to
hunt, track,

and shoot from the saddle.

It's no great matter to me.

One-armed British man's
gonna go into that desert

and do some tracking,
is he?

There's no tracking
required.

I know precisely
where he is.

They're heading for a town
noted as Cascabel.

I shall apprehend
him there.

And how do you
know that?

All to the west
of the desert.

That area in pink
on the map.

What does it say?

Talbot Range.

The wolf is returning
to his den.

All right,
I'll get the men.

We'll get saddled up
and head to Cascabel.

Hello, Miss Ives.

Oh, do sit down.

The doctor is just finishing
up with another patient.

Thank you.

When you've
completed your session

I'll need you to fill out
some documentation.

Basic information:

address and the like,
you know.

Medical history.

Of course.

I'm glad the bells
have stopped.

For Tennyson.
Made my head hurt.

My head hurt.

This way, please.

Gloves are a nice touch.

Didn't want to
scratch my hand.

You mean you didn't want me to
see you scratching your hand.

The gloves are to remind you
but the itch is still there.

Sit down.

I record my sessions
for later review,

saves taking notes.

I've never heard
my own voice.

You wouldn't like it.
No one does.

These are for my ears only.

It makes you uneasy. Why?

An actual record of
our deeds through life,

and permanent.

How can we forget
anything?

Why would you want to?

Who wants to remember
their shame?

Or sin? Or...
or foolishness?

Let's start with sin.

Have you sinned?

Everyone has sinned.

- Have they?
- Mm-hmm.

- Including you?
- Yes.

When?

How long is your cylinder?

Start with the first time.

Apart from...

childhood indiscretions,

the first of
importance then.

I...

I betrayed my
dearest friend Mina

on the eve of her wedding.

How?

How?

I seduced her fiance.

What was the result?

It led to catastrophe.

And eventually her death.

You blame yourself
for her death.

Indirectly.

What directly then?

It's hard to say.
Can you turn that off?

No.

Tell me your story.

And if it involves
murder?

Then let it.

And much beyond that.

What's beyond murder?

If you credit my story...

if you believe
the things I tell you,

you'll never sleep
quietly again.

Not as you did before.

Can you believe?

Tell me.

I think
you're just morbid.

Practical.

I swear my father
has suffered

every ailment an overstuffed
Briton can endure,

from gout to dropsy.

But he can't last forever.

And then?

Then I get the title and the
estates and a proper lab.

Off to Harley Street I go.

Oh, yes, you'll fit in
very well there.

I meant your work.

You meant my complexion.

Cambridge to Harley Street.
Makes no bloody difference.

Once a wog, always a wog.

Henry.

My mother died,
you know.

After my noble pater
left India.

Abandoned his exotic whore
to her own devices.

But she was tainted by then.

Rejected by her own family.

Untouchable.

Do you know how she died?

LEPROSY-

Oh, there's poetry in that,
don't you think?

Truly untouchable.

I'm sorry.

And you wonder why I wait
for that man to die.

It's not for the money
or the title.

It's for the justice
of the thing.

Of that duality that
makes us who we are,

he is wholly evil.

Duality?

We are all two things
in a way, are we not?

Deep in the marrow.

Angel and Devil.
Light and dark.

The pull between the two

is the active verb which
energizes our lives.

Or so I've come to
believe, anyway.

Thus my current work.

Really, Victor,
you must eat.

Get your strength back.

It's chops and spuds

for breakfast every day
now, old man.

As you say, Doctor.

And the injections?

We'll have a care
to that, won't we?

You know I'll help
in any way I can.

Yes, thank you, Henry.

Now, you were intending
to take me to your lab.

Oh, yes, my lab.

It's right over there.

I work at Bedlam.

I was lucky
to get the job at all.

As you can imagine,
the more

reputable hospitals and
academies weren't lining up

to hire the uppity
little half-breed.

What's your actual
position here?

I'm the resident somnolist.

Meaning, I keep the most
violent patients sedated

until the Crown can decide how
to best dispense with them,

which is mostly
to let them rot,

or to more actively
starve them in some cases.

But they do give me a lab and
no end of diverting subjects.

We're subterranean now,

coiling away in the
bowels of the city.

They keep the worst
of them down here.

The cannibals and
the infanticides.

The criminally insane.

The angel seeks the light,
the beast seeks the dark.

Oh, they never
see the light.

They only see me.

A barber's chair?

With my own modifications.

I need to look into
their eyes, you see.

Mirrors to the soul.

What?

Lily.

Yes?

I'll have to
bring her here?

Into this awful place.

Yes. When we're ready.

So much
I've put her through.

Her life has been...

I stopped her breath
when she was Brona

and gave it back
to her as Lily.

And now I do this to her.

What we won't do for love.

Will it work?

Can we make her more calm?

Undoubtedly.

Can we render
the beast dormant?

It's possible.

But can we make her
love you?

I want her back.

As she was.

But before I bring her
to this place...

show me what you can do.

...and without my
God I feel utterly alone.

I don't even know
who I am meant to be.

Filthy habit.

I've been trying to quit.

Yes?

Yes, Mr. Renfield?

Oh, your next appointment
has been waiting.

In a moment.

Look at me, Miss Ives.

We will find our way
through this.

But today, right now,

I want you to do something

that you believe
might make you happy.

Even for a moment.

Doesn't matter what it is,

no matter how capricious
or unlikely.

Tell me about it
at our next session.

That'll be all. Good day.

Cable October,

date uncertain, 1892.

Vanessa.

Traveling now.
Bound for the Americas.

Have in mind
to do some hunting.

Tell me you are well.

Signed, Malcolm Murray.

God grant us anything
but ships.

You've been in many,
though, in your travels.

Doesn't make it
any more pleasant.

I was once of a mind
to travel to South America

to hunt the big cats.

But the prospect
of the ocean...

brought me to my senses.

Which cats?

Oh, jaguars and the like.

Lions in Africa are easy prey
for the most part,

especially if they've fed.

Rhinos can be challenging.

You speak for your race.

Nature is to be hunted.

Your people hunt.

Yes.

And our quarry now?

Hunting a man
is no great thing.

They are slow
and predictable.

They can be found always

where their appetites
lead them...

To eat, to sleep, to fuck.

Man is no great thing.

And Mr. Chandler?

Or Talbot,
as you'd call him?

His appetites
lead him elsewhere.

- Where?
- Night.

Do all your people speak
so enigmatically?

Yes.

Ethan came to me
with blood on his face.

The blood of my brothers
and sisters and children.

He wanted to die.

He wanted me
to take his scalp

and wear it on my belt.

And why didn't you?

I thought it crueler
to let him live.

Have you ever
hated a man so much

you wanted him to suffer
alongside you

for all your days?

So you could watch it.

Such was your anger
from what they had done

to you and your family.

Yes.

A woman.

What happened between
you and this woman?

In time, we stopped
wounding each other.

The anger became
something else,

equally powerful.

Love.

Of a kind.

Like a daughter?

Of a kind.

Then you understand.

Let us speak to our son.

' My son...

Look into my eyes.

Did they look at you
when you killed them?

Yes.

Come near me in life, old man,

and I will take your hair
and wear it on my belt.

That's a cheap
Comanche trick.

Good to frighten whites,

but wasted effort
for an Apache.

I'm not an Apache!

Where are you now,
Ethan?

Outside of Cascabel.

They're taking me home
to see my father.

And then?

I'll end it with him.

Just as one day
I'll end it with you.

Keep an ocean
between us, old man.

I'll see you
presently, my son.

Don't!

I'm not the man you knew.

There's blood on my teeth

and in my soul, I think.

Then you are
the Apache I need.

He knows we come.

...ranging
from the least weasel,

Mustela nivalis,

to the polar bear,
Ursus maritimus.

Unlike many of
the other mammalians,

and rather remarkably,

members of the vulpes genre
are found on every continent,

save for Antarctica.

Nor is this to say that
the widespread distribution

of the common red fox,

Vulpes vulpes,

with its many sub-genera,
is meant to suggest

a commonality
with the household dog,

Canis lupus familiaris,

though there are
marked similarities

within the taxonomy
of both animals.

Which brings us,
in the typically

roundabout way of nature,

to the arachnids.

Take, for example,

the modest desert scorpion.

Now, can any of you
tell me about, say,

the Omdurman scorpion?

Miss?

Do you mean the "Deathstalker"
scorpion, Dr. Sweet?

Why, yes, Miss, I do.

Those found in the Sudan,
for example?

Yes, precisely those.

Now, can any of you tell me
which are the most dangerous?

Yes, Miss?

I understand
the smaller varieties

are particularly venomous.

Wouldn't expect that,
would you?

I would actually.

Not to mention,
well, the albinos.

They're beyond tiresome,
but I have to do them,

the lectures.

The burden of command.

Public subscription pays for
a fair number of my beasties.

Not to mention,
the expeditions.

- Expeditions?
- Yes.

We don't just sit in London
and stuff the odd animal.

We sponsor expeditions
all over the globe.

Where have you been?

Oh, I don't go.

Not made for
adventuring myself.

I hoped I would
when I was younger,

being cursed
with Jules Verne.

Read 20,000 Leagues Under
the Sea when I was a boy

and it gave me such a passion
to see the world.

Live like Captain Nemo,

with that swagger and
freedom.

But...

But?

We're not made of such stuff
as our heroes, are we?

I suppose not.

Sad, really.

But...

if we can't walk with them,
we can always follow.

And yours?
Heroes, that is?

- Joan of Arc.
- Ah.

I met her in the Shakespeare
as that hellcat of Orleans.

Then I read
the Schiller and...

learned of her
mighty passion.

Dying for her beliefs
and her God,

true to herself
no matter the darkness

that gathered 'round her.

It's said she sang on
the pyre as she died.

A tragic end.

I don't think so.

She heard a voice
and believed it.

To have belief in anything
with such confidence

is heroic.

Perhaps if I had more I would
have traveled with Nemo.

What happened to him
in the book?

I don't remember.

He was in a number
of the books, actually.

Story has it
he died of old age

somewhere in a forgotten
grotto in the South Pacific.

But I don't believe it.

I think he's still
out there.

Waiting for you.

I'm glad you came today.

I hope my lecture
didn't bore you unduly.

Not at all.

I give them
every Wednesday.

Next week, the thrilling tale
of the Madagascan lemur.

Good day to you,
Miss...

- Vanessa Ives.
- Miss Ives. Yes.

Good day, good...

good day,

Oh, you're up.

Wonderful.

We thought it best
to let you sleep.

You must be hungry.

- Please sit down.
- No.

I'll stand.

Welcome to your new home,

if you'll do us
that courtesy.

You killed them.

And would have
killed more.

And shall.

Why?

This room.

The opulence dazzles you.

As it did me
when I stood there...

A feral animal
raised on the streets,

forced to my knees
when I was a girl,

servicing any man
with two bob

and a hard back
to his hand.

And there I would have stayed
and there I would have died...

But for a strange
working of fate

that allowed me a new life.

Will you do the same?

Yes.

- No matter the cost?
- Beggar the cost.

And the men
from your past?

The ones who used you.

The monsters.

Will you forgive them?

Would you have me
forgive them?

No, no.

We shall have, my dear,

a monumental revenge.

Leave me!

How long do you
want him?

I'll alert you
when I'm done.

As you like.

As you like,
"Doctor."

Yeah. That's what I meant.

A Scotsman,
this one.

He made a half-hearted
attempt

to assassinate
Her Majesty at Balmoral...

Ranting about Scottish
independence

and the Bonnie Prince
and the 45.

More of a failed
social agitator

than a lunatic, actually.

But this place soon
took care of that.

Can you get ready
with a syringe, Victor?

All the hopeful
regicides end up here.

Poor bastards.

Whatever you do, old man,

don't threaten the Queen.

Tell me what you see.

Be specific.

Dilated pupils...

Erratic ocular focus...

Broken capillaries
throughout.

Eczema on the scalp
and skin,

jaundice, poor nutrition.

Teeth are decaying,

indications of
incipient scurvy.

Pulse is...

Extremely elevated...

And highly agitated.

A monster,
would you say?

I've seen monsters.

Well, violently
deranged at least?

Yes.

So, let us see what
miracles we can work.

Mr. Balfour.

Will you not
greet our guest?

I could do with
some water, sir...

if you're so inclined.

Honestly, no.

It doesn't have
the spark of life.

Needs more shine to
the eyes. That's it.

More sense of nocturnal
danger, I think.

- Afternoon post, sir.
- Ah, thank you.

Keep at it, Phillip.

Nocturnal danger, yes?

Dear Dr. Sweet.

If you're in mind
to have an adventure,

please meet me at the address
noted below at 7:45 tonight.

Sincerely, the woman
you always forget...

...who is called Vanessa Ives.

How did you know?

I saw an advertisement
in the paper.

I don't know that I've ever
been asked out by a woman.

Boldness is, alas,
part of my nature.

The best part I'm sure.

Ladies and gentlemen...

journey with us now across
endless fathoms of wonder.

Join Captain Nemo

on his bold expeditions
as he travels...

20,000 leagues
under the sea!

Have you sinned?

Everyone has sinned.

- Have they?
- Mm-hmm.

- Including you?
- Yes.

When?

How long
is your cylinder?

Start with the first time.

Apart from
childhood indiscretions,

the first
of importance then.

I betrayed my
dearest friend Mina

- on the eve of her wedding.
- How?

How?

I seduced her fiance'.

What was the result?

It led to catastrophe.

And eventually her death.

Can't sell you
what I don't have.

Well's all but dry.

I've got six men,
six horses.

That's a couple, three gallons
each man, more for the horses.

Call it two score gallons,
worse case.

You go look at
that well.

It's mud pretty much.

Like I say,
there ain't no water

between here
and Hell and back.

You look sad.

What did you do?

I killed a senator's son.

Serves you right then.

They gonna hang you?

Not exactly.

You come to a bad end
anyway, yeah?

Of that
I have no doubt.

I would help you if I could.

What you can do for me
is leave this room right now.

You understand?

Bless you, son.

Thank you, Mother.

What the...

How I've missed you.

I've always
loved the ocean

and felt great affection
for creatures of the deep.

I suppose it goes
without saying that

they don't actually
get so big,

squids, I mean.

Cephalopods are delicate
little things, in fact.

Well, do you
favor some coffee?

Simpson's is open,
I think.

Perhaps another time.

I'm sorry.

Of course.

May I get you a cab?

I'll be fine,
thank you.

Thank you for tonight.

It's meant more to me
than I can say

and I do look forward
to the next time.

The Madagascan lemur.

I'll never forget
your name again.

You mustn't be here.

There's nothing
here for you.

Where you go, I belong.

God help you if you
follow my path, Victor.

Take your romance

and your memories,

which are a most
kind fiction, and go.

No.

I must save you
from all of this,

one way or another.

You're my responsibility.

I created you.

I need no man
to save me.

And I think,

in a way,

I created you more than
you created me.

First love, Victor.

You will recover.

Please don't come
here again.

You will not like
what I am becoming.

Dear Sir Malcolm,

I read your last cable
with great interest.

You certainly are
traveling far afield.

You say you're heading
to the Americas.

I wonder if you're going
to the United States,

and what you might be
hunting there.

Perhaps you'll
visit the West

and walk the roads of our
lost friend, Mr. Chandler.

Did you know American coyotes
mate for life?

And that there are
certain octopi

who can manipulate
their bodies through holes

no larger than
a ha 'penny coin?

As you can tell,
I've developed an interest

in zoology of late.

I miss you.

But please know
that I am well

and abide in something
like contentment.

In fact, it's all
rather boring here.

As ever, with love,
Vanessa.

She has told her story.

Yes, Master.

Did the doctor believe it?

I don't think so.

Give me blood. Please.

Please!

Kneel, child.

You will be flesh
of my flesh...

Blood of my blood.