All language subtitles for The Frankenstein Chronicles - 02x01 - Prodigal Son_track4_[eng]

[wind whooshing]

[voices echoing]

[scream echoes]

[water dripping]

[wailing echoing]

[metal scraping]

[whispers echoing]

[seagulls cawing]

[scream echoes]

[gulping]

[Kane] Any change, Meecham?

[Meecham] I still have hope, Doctor.

[whispers echoing]

[girl crying]

[thunder breaking]

[clattering]

[gate opening]

[Edgar] Lost cause, this one Father.

God's left him long passed.

God leaves no-one.

Will you pray with me, my son?

Come back to us, John.

My son?

John?

[gasping]

[screaming]

[chains rattling]

-[gavel bangs]
-[yelling]

[chain rattling]

[inaudible]

[grunting]

[inaudible]

[grunting]

[Lord Hervey] He lives. [sighs] He lives.

[water dripping]

[chains rattling]

[grunting]

[clanks]

[Edgar] Come on. Back to bed with you.

Enough.

Enough!

Enough now!

Don't make me use it.

Forgive me.

[chain rattles]

[grunts]

[driver] Out of the way! Out of the way!

[thunder rumbling]

[sloshing]

[thunder breaking]

[seagulls cawing]

[Lord Hervey]
Let me show you where you were born.

My Adam.

[Lord Hervey]
You are the next step.

[scraping]

[scratching]

Jemima.

You told me that if Daniel succeeded,
then we would be in a world without God?

And I would be as guilty for it as he?

Well, he has.

And I am.

I was lost.

I couldn't find you.

There will be another one after you.

And others after that.

Fire and water and ice.

You must find him.

You must do this for me.

Heaven is closed to both of us.

Fire and water and ice.

Where are you?

You must find him. You must do this for me.

[Jemima] You must find him.

You must do this for me.

[horse neighs]

[lively chatter]

[Westbrook]
They say the body is a real mess,

like a scene from the Bible

Who'd kill an Archdeacon
but a man touched by the Devil himself?

Ripped out his intestines and his heart
and his lungs, I heard.

[clears throat]

Oi! I told you lot to get down
to the Coroner's office.

Sergeant Nightingale.

Inspector Treadaway.

Look at this. Sir Robert’s
Great Metropolitan experiment.

At Bow Street.
I went out and got things done.

Now I spend all day
writing about it in triplicate

Detailed records are the future, sir.
I do believe it.

I think you might be right, Sergeant.

Because they're no bloody use to us
here in the present.

Have you finished at Portugal Street?

As I suggested, a crime of passion.

It was the husband himself
who killed his wife.

You got him to admit to it?

No need, sir. The evidence admits all.

Good work, Sergeant. Very good.

Murder is definitely your talent.

I've another one with your name to it.

The murder of the Archdeacon?

No, a guard at Bethlam.

Killed by an escaped lunatic
in his flight.

Bedlam is under Southwark Watch-house.

But the toll-man on Regent Bridge
spied the lunatic crossing the river.

Which makes him
the concern of Westminster.

How did the guard die?

Throat slit ear to ear, I'm told.
Horrible business.

Constable Bircher!

You'll be assisting Sergeant Nightingale
in his inquiries.

[indistinct chatter]

[Bircher] Sergeant Nightingale--
[Nightingale] If you wish to rise

above the rank of constable,
you need to be more conscientious

with your work rather than fueling
babble and hearsay. Understood?

Yes, sir.

[footsteps approaching]

[door slams]

[Westbrook] We’ve come for the body
of the Archdeacon. Hand him over.

This murder's the concern
of the church coroner, Mr. Renquist.

-Says who?
-Says the Church.

Out, Get him out!

I don't take orders
from Charlies like you.

[door opens]

But maybe you will accept the authority
of the Very Reverend Dean of Westminster

when I tell you
that you have no jurisdiction here. The Parish Watch are in charge,
not the police.

Never let that happen again.

Yes, sir.

[indistinct chatter]

[baby crying]

[coughing]

[Father Ambrose]
How can I help you?

I was abandoned by God.

And now you seek his sanctuary?

So it is you, John Marlott.

I am not John Marlott.

Yet you walk in his image.

Why?

To find Daniel Hervey
and show him God's vengeance.

No. The man I knew...

This man I see before me.

You were not a man of vengeance.

Who was I?

You were a man of kindness.

A man of justice.

Justice?

[sighs]

I was shown no justice.

And now I walk a wasteland, father.

A world forsaken.

It is the poor who are forsaken,
not the world.

And what they crave is justice.

Then we are all abandoned.

No. No.

Here in Pye Street,
it is the church who has abandoned us.

The church, not God

My flock lies here
in the cradle of the church,

under the gaze of God,

yet every day they wander
further into the valley of death.

While the Dean of Westminster watches on
and lines his own pockets.

[chanting]
...from evil for thyne is the kingdom,

and the power and the Glory for ever. Amen

Amen.

[door opens]

Good morning, Mr. Dean.

Mr. Renquist.

Gentlemen, leave us please?

[door closes]

The Metropolitan police
have begun trespassing

on the murder of the Archdeacon.

Yes, how very irritating.

The Home Secretary wishes to illustrate
the competence of his new police force.

It feels like desperation.

Nevertheless, I cannot be expected
to conduct church business

with their continuing interference.

And you shall not.

Even the Home Secretary will find
he cannot refuse the seal of the King.

Who I'm sure would not object

to my small appropriation
of his authority.

Westminster is not
the domain of the state.

It is the domain of God.

The Kings seal is the final word

and the people
will have faith in the Church.

[door opens]

[footsteps approaching] [distant chatter]

I rescued them after your arrest.

Do you think I’m guilty of it, father,

Flora's murder?

That's between you and God.

I won't betray you.

But your clothing might.

Go to this shop and ask for Esther Rose.

She is someone you can trust.

I cannot repay you.

"The wicked borrow and pay not again
but the righteous show mercy, and give."

Is that a Psalm?

That's right.

I remember it.

Do not forsake God, my son.

And do not forsake those
he has in keeping for you.

They still await you on the other side.

I have seen the other side.

I was taken to the meeting place
but they were both gone.

They were sent on without me.

What marvel brought you back here,
John Marlott?

I am not John Marlott.

Then who are you?

I passed beyond God's kingdom.

John Marlott is dead.

An Archdeacon is murdered
in the very heart of Westminster,

and the Metropolitan police are instructed
to play no part in such matters?

The Dean of Westminster
flaps his wings indeed.

The letter did arrive under the seal
of King George, Home Secretary.

[chuckles] And if King George
has witnessed its contents,

then I am a Charing Cross saddler.

No, Fox. This is the work
of the Dean and no other.

[door opens]

Mister Dipple. Forgive me,
I was unaware of any appointment.

No forgiveness necessary, Sir Robert.
I am unannounced.

I'm afraid sir, the Home Secretary's
appointments do not...

Oh...

Oh, that is quiet extraordinary.

Vishnu. Late seventeenth century.

West Bengal, I'd hazard.

Speak plainly, Mister Dipple.
What is your business?

"Speak plainly."

Novel words from a politician.

We are all aware of your influence,
Mister Dipple,

but in the seat of government,
you will do well to address me

with the customary respect.

Sir Robert, spare me
the indignation of tradition.

We are both men of the modern world,

governments come and go
like the passing of the seasons.

And yours is in trouble.

What is your business?

Fox, would you be so kind
as to collect the minutes

of this morning's Cabinet meeting,
thank you.

There was a murder,
two nights in Westminster.

The Archdeacon?

And last night also saw the escape
of a dangerous lunatic from Bethlam.

His liberty are of concern to me.

And why should it concern me?

I understand your new cemetery bill
reaches a crucial stage.

As we have discussed.

Mr. Dibble, your support
for this scheme is very generous.

Yes, I believe
the swift apprehension of this man

will hasten the completion of these
documents in no uncertain measure.

And what will you gain from this?

Me?

Well, you hardly impress
as the Good Samaritan, Mr. Dipple.

[chuckles softly]

Very well, I can assure you
that the Metropolitan Police

will consider the arrest
of this escaped lunatic to be a matter of the utmost urgency.

And the seasons pass thus, Sir Robert.

Good Day.

Fox, please make it clear that in future,

Mr. Dipple is not to be admitted
without appointment.

Of course, Home Secretary.

Though I doubt that it will stop him.

That's the problem
with the extravagantly rich, Fox.

They think they own everything.

[indistinct chatter]

[door opens]

Esther Rose?

Father Ambrose told me you could provide
a more suitable set of clothing.

More suitable?

These clothes...

No matter.
Your business is none of mine, sir.

If you just stand straight. A military bearing.

[clears throat]

I need the collar to be high.
If you can, please?

I know what will do.

Thank you.

I'll give you some privacy.

[bell tolling]

I'm dressed. [clears throat]

They're good fit.

Thank you.

Please.

Where did these clothes come from?

A dead man.

The shirts of the deceased
beg a lower price,

and most of my patrons are not fussy.

Why did you choose them for me?

I saw you in them.

Thank you. Is that enough?

That's right.
For a man who served his country.

[chuckles] People forget.

They do.

Well, thank you, Mrs. Rose.

May God walk with you, sir.

You have no clue to his identity?

[man] None was discovered,
but there was a curious incident

in the days before his escape.

A visit by a Reverend Ambrose provoked
a reaction unlike any I ever saw in him.

Father Ambrose?

Of the parish of St. John's, I believe.

The meaning of this?

Unintelligible.

As you can see, ramblings
are fractured to say the least.

Sometimes in the first person,
sometimes in the third.

This, this is?

A record of admittance.

"Daniel Hervey". Lord Daniel Hervey?

I believe so.

His connection to the patient?

I really have no idea.

Lord Hervey died, quite some time ago.

I recall. There were stories of a fire.

The patient has been in our care
for almost three years.

As I did not admit the man,
I have no speculation

as to Lord Hervey's involvement.

Father Ambrose said the patient
resembled a man he once knew.

Hanged for murder of a young girl.

And how would you describe the man?
The patient?

A lost soul.

[Inspector Treadaway] Nightingale!

[door opens]

Sergeant Nightingale, what are you doing?

Inspector.

That's the third time I've called you.
I had to come from over there.

-Sorry, sir.
-No matter.

Truth told, this is the furthest
I've escaped my desk all day.

What did you learn at Bedlam?

There's something odd
about the events at Bedlam, sir.

I just can't put my finger to it.

I believe the doctor
to be concealing something.

Concealing involvement in the murder?

No, nothing so sinister.

He seemed ill at ease
at discussing the escaped patient.

For no reason I can fathom.

Guilt for some fault
beyond his control, perhaps?

I was thinking the same.

Did he at least furnish you
with a description of the man who escaped?

He described the man as, as a lost soul.

I think we'll need
a little more to go on than that.

Talk to this Father Ambrose
at St. John's tomorrow.

The Home Secretary's
taken a keen interest in this one.

Yes, sir.

[door opens, closes]

[indistinct shouting]

[Jemima] Fire and water and ice.

Jemima...

[Jemima] You must find him.

If you denied me,
then surely you denied Daniel Hervey.

He still walks this earth with me,
I know it.

Where did you cast him?

Where?

[seagulls cawing]

Heaven is closed to both of us.

[fire burning]

[coughing]

[fire crackles]

Father?

Father?

[gasps]

[man] Fire!

The church is on fire!

[men shouting indistinctly]

Water! We need buckets of water! Quickly!

The church is on fire!

-Parish Watchmen! To me!
-[rattling]

[bells ringing]

[panting]

[thunder rumbling]

[chain rattles]

[Spence] "Second unholy murder
of Westminster Clergyman"

"As Police pursue incurable Bethlem
Lunatic in desperate manhunt."

[Nightingale] The Bethlem investigation.
Something has turned up.

The inmate believed
that he was John Marlott.

That’s Bedlam for you.

[all clamoring]

There’s nothing to be afraid of.
It‘s all under control!

Marlott is dead.

You print one word otherwise,

I’ll take this quill
and I’ll stick it in your tongue,

and pin it to that desk.

Search every room,
every cellar, every attic.

Don’t take him on.

What’s the point of that, sir?

[exhales] You’ll lose.

With all this talk
of the Devil in Pye Street,

I would prefer to have someone here.

How long will it take you to repair it?

I’d say at least eight days.

You have five days at a crown a day.

I accept.

[Nightingale]
Men have survived the gallows before

And you will hang again,
I’ll make sure of it.

[both grunt]

[Marlott]
You saw what Hervey wanted you to see.

He is using them to resurrect the dead.