All language subtitles for Lambs Of God s01e03 The Beast Incarnate

We have a new Agnes sister.

It's Sister Cook. She's come back to us.

You want us to leave?

It's 1999.

The church has moved on, and you will
leave.

We must pray for a time.

The Holy Mother will show us the way.

Sister Carla, fetch Father a nice big
cup of stay -at -home. What are we going

to do with them? Maybe your brother just
changed his mind about visiting.

I know that something is wrong.

May I ask what Ignatius was doing in
Port -au -Ros? He was to assess one of

properties. The bishop wants our home as
a hotel for rich people. We cannot

allow this to happen. You may choose to
remain on this path, or we can bring you

into the order of St. Agnes and become a
sister.

Thank you, Sister Carla.

It is not right that he is here!

Cook!

No sign of the car.

Fire in the ruin.

Sister Cook, she fell.

All this destruction has happened
because we betrayed our vows and allowed

to dwell amongst us.

I made a sacred promise to devote my
life to God and the order of St. Agnes

to remain enclosed within these walls
even in death.

When the men return, I will not be
moved.

I want to be buried here with my
sisters.

Please.

You have to take me to hospital.

If you do, I shall make sure the bishop
looks upon you favorably.

You have my word.

We'd all have to leave to get you safely
off the island.

We cannot betray our vows.

I wouldn't lie here.

My leg, my shoulder.

Please. It'll feel better now.

I'll fetch some herbs for your pain.

I don't want more herbs. I want real
drugs, morphine, heroin.

My bishop is coming back.

And when he does...

I will tell him the truth about the
searches of St. Agnes and all the

you've inflicted upon me.

What have the horrors inflicted on us?

It is you who invaded our home. It is
you who has sought to destroy the sacred

order of St. Agnes. There is no order.

You're just three feral nuns with
nothing but your knitting and your fairy

and some sheep you count as sisters
returned from the dead.

When my bishop comes back, As your lord
and master, he will learn of your heresy

and he will render your order extinct.

Your home sold to the highest bidder.

What makes you think he's coming back?

That he even saw you?

Even if he didn't see me, he would have
seen the car.

There was no car for him to see.

We saw that weeks ago.

The smoke.

He would have seen the fire.

Did he?

I've seen the purpose of your pain.

Whether it's for me or whether it's the
buyers of this cursed place, they will

be back.

It's going to make a grand hotel.

I told you.

What are you thinking?

He might have broken free.

Maybe.

Hold on a minute.

The most likely scenario is your brother
got caught in a cause where he... No.

No, you don't know Ignatius. He would
have checked the times of the tides. He

wouldn't make a mistake like that.

If he's dead, where's his body?

Quite honestly, Frankie, we might not
ever find him.

This was supposed to be a reunion, not a
fucking wake.

Please don't give up on him.

He's not dead.

I can feel it.

I can still feel him.

The search has been called off.

Church notified.

They're already organising a memorial
for him.

Despite your attempts on my life, I'd
like to offer you my condolences for

lamb's death.

I'm sorry I tried to use your shell to
escape, but I just want to go home.

Surely you can understand.

So you tricked me.

Door men bring trouble.

And work.

Scrubbing, cleaning, polishing.

For the priest's visits.

When priests came before, why did I not
see them?

We sisters have our secrets, too.

Secrets?

Do you remember bread in the oven?
Carla, it's time to play bread in the

I'll let you out only when you're good
and cooked.

But why was I hidden?

So you wouldn't be taken from us.

Why wouldn't you just tell me?

Why would you lie to me?

They weren't lies.

We didn't want to frighten you.

So we turned the priest's visits into a
game.

First Ignatius makes a fool of me, now
my own sisters.

What else was a lie?

Ignatius's ropes.

What's started must be finished.

Sorry?

It's my turn.

Once upon a time... If the priests never
knew about me, who else knows I exist

outside this wall?

Only the sisters sent Agnes.

And whoever left me at the gates.

My parents?

Of course.

Once upon a time, the queen gave birth
to her daughter and called her

Snow White.

But not long after, the queen died.

Snow White's father took a new wife, but
the new queen loved power and money

above all else, and it had made her
cruel.

In the castle of the magic mirror, and
the queen often asked it, mirror,

mirror on the wall, who is the fairest,

richest, and most beloved of all?

And the magic mirror would say, you are
your majesty.

But one day, when the queen asked, the
question. The mirror replied,

My queen may yet be the richest, but
Snow White is the

fairest and the most loved in all the
land.

The queen turned quite green with envy.

A toast to the Stanford family.

She ordered her huntsman to follow Snow
White into the woods and kill her.

And the queen said to the huntsman,
bring me back her heart as proof that

deed has been done.

Let me live.

I will run into the wild woods and I
will never come back.

And suddenly, a young stag appeared in
the forest.

And the huntsman took pity on Snow White
and he killed the stag instead.

And he cut out the stag's immense heart.

to give to the queen as proof of Snow
White's death.

And that night, the queen bleated on the
stag's heart, believing it were Snow

White's.

And Snow White ran.

She ran into the dark forest and she
kept on running.

And she kept on going until she found an
old house and went inside.

Much later, to find seven sisters of
mercy welcoming

her into their home.

I will not let them take our home.

If money is the only way, then so be it.

What do you mean, sister?

Would you like to play a game, Sister
Carla?

The finding game.

I am not a child anymore.

What is it you want?

Father Ignatius' phone.

Every time we deal with the world of
men, you bring the wrath of God down

us. Trust in the divine, and then,
Agnes, she will protect us.

That's your choice.

But I will not let us be like lambs led
to the floor.

Seraph, it's for you.

But in return, my phone, so I might call
for a real doctor.

Thank you, Sister Carla.

Show me how to use it.

It needs a new battery.

I had one in my car.

Messages.

Means my bishop's looking for me.

Your bishop's name is Frankie?

Then who is Frankie?

No one.

No one.

How do I phone the operator?

Press green to call. Red to hang up.

Who are you calling? The hospital.

My mission.

You must turn it off when you're not
using it.

You must preserve the battery.

Who's Frankie?

It's my sister.

You have a sister?

No wonder you want to go home.

I would like to speak with Mr. Banks,
please.

I'm afraid Mr. Banks is no longer with
us.

Mr. Colquhoun is available.

Can I say who's calling?

Um, tell him... Tell him Patricia
Stanford is on the line.

The Patricia Stanford?

Yes.

The Patricia Stanford.

Miss Stanford?

Mr. Colquhoun.

I don't have time for pleasantries.

I need to know how much I'm worth these
days.

I'm afraid I can't answer that question
until you can prove your identity.

Mrs. Stanford has a simple test designed
to weed out impostors.

My mother is still alive.

Very much so.

So what would you like me to tell her?

Something only you and she would
understand.

Play her Jeremiah's song.

And then you will organize the purchase
of a property for me.

The St. Agnes Monastery.

Tell me more about Frankie.

Is she younger or older?

Older. Does she look like you?

They are not to touch it. They need to
do their work.

I need my phone, Carla.

To call Frankie.

Always to see her after I left here.

Meet her two little boys.

Frankie has boys.

I need to call her, Carla.

If a junior has the phone, she won't let
it out of her sight.

I could ask her to let you use it.

Don't do that.

I will pray for you.

And Frankie.

The hotel people won't commit to the
sale until they've done a proper survey

the site.

So I've offered to take them on a tour
of the monastery, straight after

Ignatius' memorial.

I need you to hire a boat, fully
catered, oysters and champagne on

Show them we understand the full
connoisseur hotel experience.

Bishop, you need to see this.

It's from the phone company, Father
Ignatius' phone.

It's been used.

Several calls, all to the same number in
London.

Call it.

Hello? Ignatius?

Oh, this is not Ignatius. Who is this?
Frankie!

Did you say Frankie?

No. What do you think with Ignatius?

Frankie?

Voices in the air like magic! What have
you done?

I should have switched it off. I wasn't
thinking. Oh, Margaret.

I'm sorry. No.

Leave me alone.

Shall I call Sergeant Barnaby?

And say what?

No. This is crunch business.

We'll deal with it ourselves.

Now, get out!

Is it Jen?

Is it

Jen?

Father? It'll be a roof over your head,
Margarita.

Think of it as a holiday, love.

No!

No!

No, no, no, no!

the devil himself shouted, Ignatius, is
that you? Who is this? I wish I'd been

there, but my bishop is no devil.

How does it work?

How does your bishop's voice get inside
of the box?

You see those wrinkles?

They're waves.

And sound creates waves, too, but in the
air.

And those waves, they hit your ear.

Or through a phone, which means that we
could talk to each other anywhere in the

world.

Wait till you see a television.

Can I show you something?

A secret?

And I beheld another beast, and it was
coming out of the earth, and it had two

horns like a lamb.

It's my escape code.

You are in it too.

And he had power to give life to the
image of the beast.

That it should speak.

I've never showed it to anyone before.

And those that did not worship it would
be killed.

Sister Margarita, it's not what you
think. Beast!

Get away from her!

I won't let you hurt her like you hurt
me!

What? Margarita, stop!

Can't you see he's tricking you?

Go pray for your sister!

Sister Margarita, please, I'm in no
harm.

Beast!

You don't belong here, you beast!

I will cast you out!

Oh!

And it was a woman's voice on the line.

Could be his sister.

She kept saying... Frankie.

Her name is Frankie Jones.

But I believe she and Ignatius were not
on the best of terms.

And Bob, the church can't afford another
scandal.

If there is a problem, I need it to go
away.

Leave it with me, babe.

frankly owns.

It's theater to help you sleep.

There's nothing there.

No beast, sister.

It's just a story.

One that you will write a new ending
for.

There's only one end.

Punishment for my crimes and eternal
damnation.

What of God's forgiveness?

Redemption?

It's you.

The missing heiress.

Can I lie with you?

I was supposed to give the eulogy at my
brother's memorial.

But I'm finding it almost impossible to
write the damn thing.

I can't imagine saying it in front of a
room of strangers.

Sorry to interrupt.

I'm Bob.

I'm a bit new to all this.

It's fine. I'm done.

Oh, no, no, no, no. I don't want you to
stop. I just thought you could try the

eulogy out on us.

What have you got to lose?

Don't say I didn't warn you because it's
total shit.

Ignatius came into the world ten weeks
early,

but defied the doctor's gloomy prognosis
by breathing on his own.

My mother said he did it to spite them.

Even to my four -year -old eyes, he was
small.

His skin translucent.

I could see his heart beating through
it.

I just wanted to say, if you ever need
to talk, I know what it's like to lose a

brother.

Oh, I'm sorry.

That's all anyone says to me these days.

Sorry for your loss.

Thank you. I hope they weren't too much
trouble. Who have we got here, then?

This is Nat, and this little grumpy
pants here is Ben. Oh, what's that, Ben?

Nat, is it?

You've got something in your hair.

Can we eat them, Mum?

Well, I don't imagine they're poison,
are they? I know.

Hiya.

Get out, will you?

Who's that?

That's Teddy.

With passion, I thought you might like a
spot of lunch.

Oh, thank you. No, I should really get
these two home.

Right.

Hello, mate. I'm Sergeant Barnaby. Hi.

This is Bob. He's just moved here. It's
a nice little town you've got.

Yeah. What do you do for a living, Bob?

Not much at the moment.

A bit of fishing.

Right.

We might see you at the memorial,
Barnaby.

Yeah.

Fuck.

It's nice to meet you, Bob.

See you around. I hope so.

Good luck with the eulogy. Thank you.

You have a gift with words, Frankie.

Don't be afraid to use it.

What the hell did he want?

He was asking after your priest.

What exactly did he ask?

If he'd stayed here, if I'd met him.

Constable Day, can you check another
plate for me?

R437TCB. Are you for real?

Yes. Maybe he's a journalist.

Thanks, Jock.

registered to a Father Robert O'Malley.

Father? Are you sure?

Yes. His address is St Thomas'. Why
didn't he say he was a fucking priest?

Surely the funds can be released without
meeting in person.

The rules of your trust are very
specific.

I could fly to you, if it would make it
easier.

No, that's not possible.

Then I'm afraid we're at an impasse.

No, I'll meet with you if that's what it
takes.

But just you, no one else.

Porter Roth.

Tomorrow.

But how can we buy a home?

We have no money.

The Holy Mother has provided.

But you can't leave.

Not with the man here.

I might hurt him. I know you won't.

And I shan't be gone long. A day.

A night at the most. But what if they
come back?

I think that we can risk one death.

I found it on the road and thought a
certain little boy might not be able to

sleep without it.

Nat!

Look! Teddy!

How did you find this?

Phone book. Only Frankie Jones in town.

Oh. Oh, well, welcome. Looks like you're
coming in as well.

Hello. Where are you taking me?

It's bathing day.

Let us help you with your robes.

There is no shame in the body God gave
you, Father.

Only joy and thanksgiving for all its
wonder.

Not exactly what they teach you in
seminary school.

He was an odd kid.

He was always getting picked on at
school.

Was he gay?

No,

he was... He was sensitive.

He was different.

My parents didn't do well with
different. They just wanted normal.

He was always drawing.

He's always making me pictures.

Oh, God, Mary, no. No, no, get away.

Let me have a look.

Oh, you haven't changed a bit.

I was always a troublemaker, defending
Ignatius against our parents,

the nuns, till the church won and turned
him against me.

I'm in the fucking program. Bob, what
about you?

It is the night before your brother's
memorial.

I know there's a minibar bottle in there
somewhere.

Mother's ruin.

I keep thinking he'll call.

How stupid.

To Ignatius.

I'll fetch clean towels.

I know how much you want to call your
sister.

You don't have long. I'll be back.

You remind me a bit of him.

Is that a good thing?

No. He called me a junkie and a whore.

He was only half right.

He wouldn't take my calls, even when I
was out on the street, pregnant.

That must have made you pretty angry.

With Ignatius and the church.

Did you punish him?

What do you mean? Did you hurt him,
Frankie?

Is that what happened?

No.

You would have been justified.

After what he did to you.

Get... Get out.

Get out!

You've called the office of Bishop
Malone.

Please leave a message.

This is a message for the bishop.

It's Ignatius.

I'm alive.

I'm at the St. Agnes Monastery. I've
been held captive by three nuns.

The nuns... What did Frankie say?

Tell me.

I told you she missed you.

I have to take the phone back.

I said fuck off!

Are you all right?

Are you drunk?

Did the priest get you drunk?

Bob's a fucking priest.

Do I look all right?

Watch over Sister Carla for me.

And all of the Agnes sisters.

Take care of Ignatius, too.

I'll be back soon.

With good news, I hope.

They're leaving.

I've been held captive by three nuns.
The nuns... This

is a message for the bishop.

It's gracious.

I'm alive.

I'm at the St. Agnes Monastery. I've
been held captive by three nuns. The

nuns... Well, what do we do?

We can't have a memorial if he's still
alive.

And the hotel people, they can't go to
the island now.

Tomorrow. We schedule the tour for
tomorrow.

The church is full, Malachi.

People are here to pay their respects to
your brother Ignatius.

Let's not keep them waiting.

So I would seek your love and your
glory.