All language subtitles for Penny.Dreadful.S02E09.And.Hell.Itself.My.Only.Foe.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DD.5.1.H.265-SiGMA_track3_eng

[Vanessa] Previously on
Penny Dreadful...

-[gasping]
-[Mr. Clare]
You let her go out with a man!

-[grunts] What have you done?
-Stop it!

Did you enjoy your evening?

-[Lily crying]
-[Mr. Clare grunting]

Never again...
will I kneel to any man.

Now they shall kneel to me.

[snarling]

Is it a blessing, the purpose
of which we cannot yet see?

I know you, my friend,
Ethan Chandler.

What can I do for you,
Inspector?

You know him.
American. 6'3", I would say.

It means nothing.

You're sure
you don't recognize him?

Entirely sure.

I'm expanding
down here in the cellar

-for a new attraction.
-More crime scenes?

Something much more ingenious.

Hello, old pal.

I'm not going back to America.

You are.

I see you
outside of this house...

and I'll kill ya.

While I'm gone,
do be mindful of Sir Malcolm.

And if he needs me,
don't hesitate.

[Madame Kali] He released
himself from the enchantment.

[Hecate]
You lost your power over him?

Perhaps you're
not as desirable

as you thought, Mother.

-You grow impertinent.
-You grow old.

-[Madame Kali growling]
-[gasps]

[Madame Kali] Now
Sir Malcolm is himself again

and so he will come.

Sir Malcolm has gone.

We need to find Miss Ives
and Mr. Chandler.

If you will let
Miss Ives live,

I will walk with you
to the end of time.

It's the one thing
I cannot do.

The Master will have her.

I leave you
with a few memories.

Mind them.
They sting too.

[gasping]

[gasping]

Easy, boy.

I have taken
the sensible precaution

of tossing
your firearms outside.

Through the same little window
wherein I gained entrance.

There are times
one's diminutive size

bears strange fruit.

Miss Ives!

-Come down here.
-Leave her out of this.

Oh, pshaw.

Mmm. That's it, honey.

Come join the merriment.

[Ethan] How'd you find us?

Not too hard tracking down
a six-foot American

traveling with a raven-haired
beauty such as this.

Took me some time, but, well,

you know my persistence,
old friend.

Did you think
you could hide from me?

Let her go.

[snickering]

You are a repellent creature.

You don't know the half of it.

Hope you don't mind.
[sighs]

Gets awful uncomfortable.

This is what
your boyfriend did, honey.

When he was in one of his
more obstreperous moods.

[chain rattling]

Put these on him.

No...

behind his back.

[gun cocks]

Now we have
a curious dilemma, do we not?

Mr. Chandler
shall be returning

to his home country
with me.

But what shall we do
with Miss Ives?

What shall we do
with all that pretty hair?

You lay a finger on her
and I'll--

You'll do what?

[breathing heavily]

The only real question is...

do I scalp her
before or after I fuck her?

-[screams]
-[Vanessa grunts]

-[Ethan grunting]
-[gun firing]

[both grunting]

[Mr. Roper groaning]

[gasping]

[groans]

Oh, God!

[grunts]

[breathing heavily]

[gasps]

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So now
we are homicides together.

It was him or us.

And that excuses everything?

I don't know.

You did that to his face?

Yes.

What are you?

[horses whinnying]

Come on.

[gun cocks]

You must come.

Sir Malcolm's in trouble.

It was a kind of enchantment
or bedevilment.

It shattered him rather,
breaking free of it.

And then he disappeared.

[Ethan] Was he taken?

[Frankenstein]
Mr. Lyle doesn't think so.

And where has he gone?

Into the Witch's castle.

[Peter] Did you imagine it?

When you came across
my emaciated corpse,

crawling with
the creatures of the earth,

flesh eaten hollow.

Did you imagine my slow death?

Feeling the bugs
crawling over my face?

Oh, Peter,

my outrage takes
pride of place.

Our father left you to die
from neglect

and his lust for glory...

but with me,
he actually

looked into my eyes
and pulled the trigger.

With my arms outstretched,
defenseless before you.

Not many men
can claim

to have killed
all their children.

-You're not real.
-[laughing]

You are not here!

[Mina] We're here
as long as you are.

[Peter] Do you think
you can forget us?

I have faced down
graver threats

than those conjured
from my memory!

Oh, well said, Malcolm.

How like you.

Kiss me, darling.

Like you did in the old days.

-[gasps]
-[Gladys laughing]

[Sir Malcolm] No!

[screaming]

[breathing deeply]

[Hecate]
Mother, you look tired.

It's a temporary situation,
I assure you.

Mmm.

She's on her way.

I can feel her.

And then...

all will be well.

And you're confident

you can deliver her
to the Master?

What are you about, Hecate?

Enjoying your terror,
if I'm honest.

What if you fail?

What if Miss Ives should prove
stronger than you think?

What would the Master
do to you then?

Caution, daughter.

Children should walk
before they run.

And mothers should know
when their children

are ready to run.

You believe you are?

I believe what you have
taught me.

That youth is paramount,

that the sinuous agility of
the young mind and body

will always triumph
over the ravages of age,

the slowness of decrepitude.

I believe the dinosaurs
should know

when the mammal is hunting.

If I were of
another constitution,

I would fear you.

You know I obey you
in all things, Mother.

For how long?

How long did
the dinosaurs last

before the mammals
discovered their claws...

darling?

-Where are you going?
-I've a social call to make.

Don't worry, I'll be back
for the festivities.

[Ethan] What's going on?

There've been policemen about.

I don't know why.

Comforting to
have them here though.

Mr. Chandler.

Inspector.

-Might I have a word?
-Shall we walk?

Well, mightn't we be
more comfortable inside?

No.

Ma'am. Sir.

My name is
Inspector Bartholomew Rusk.

And you are?

This way.

Why all the police?

Sir Malcolm reports

there has been thievery
in the neighborhood,

although our records
don't support the claim.

But Westminster
must be protected.

You don't give up.

That I do not.

So, this is where you live?

Is it?

Disguise it as you might try,

Sir Malcolm
recognized your picture.

Perhaps he's just a fan
from my theatrical days.

Do you know
the medical neurosis called

the phantom limb?

It's not uncommon
when people lose

an arm or a leg or such.

When I lost my arm,

I was constantly reaching
for things with it.

It seemed so real...

but it wasn't.

More and more,
I think this is all some...

sort of phantom limb.

Something is going on here

which is not an actual
arm or leg.

Something not quite real...

but completely true.

You mean otherworldly?

That's precisely what I mean.

I couldn't codify it
in a report log,

nor could I capture it
in a crime scene photograph.

This place, those people

and you...

are a phantom limb.

Are you a superstitious man?

Not by nature.

But I'm learning to be.

And the things I have seen
over the years, Mr. Chandler,

have made me a bit mad,
I think.

Set a thief to catch a thief.

And set a monster
to catch a monster?

Very like.

My less monstrous colleagues

will be on duty night and day,
you can be assured.

You will not take
one step from this house

when you will not be observed.

Your peace of mind,
such as it is,

will cease to exist

and a length of hemp
will seem a cheap price

to be free of the burden.

I'm sure you're right.

Now if you'll excuse me?

Of course.

Good evening, Inspector.

Good evening, Mr. Talbot.

Yes. I have penetrated
your fanciful stage name.

Ethan Lawrence Talbot.

Born the year of our Lord 1857
in the New Mexico Territory,

enlisted in
the United States Cavalry

March the 2nd, 1882.

Your complete
War Department dossier

is currently being
ferreted out

from thick ledgers

in various departmental
agencies in Washington.

When it arrives,
I'm sure it'll make

fascinating reading.

Really...

you would do well
to make a clean breast of it.

The quarry has been
run to his hole.

He has lost his anonymity
and his freedom of movement.

He should know
when he is captured.

Cornered animals
are the most dangerous.

But they are cornered,
nonetheless.

Not until there's evidence

that will stand up
in court of law.

True enough.

But I'm about it,
you can be sure.

Enjoy your evening, Ethan.

I stand at the ready
to be of assistance

and liberate you
from your burdens,

one way or another.

[door locking]

-[Ethan sighs]
-The moon is full tonight.

I know.

You'll help me again?

Good evening, Mr. Chandler.

Mr. Lyle.

Mr. Lyle was explaining
his treachery to us.

I don't for a moment
deny my...

complicity with that
evil woman

but you must believe me
when I say that's done

and I am willing to suffer
the consequences

of my disloyalty to her...

which are ruinous.

And now we're to trust you?

I hope I've demonstrated
my allegiance

to the people in this room.

My shame is my own
to live with, and I shall.

No one here
is above guilt, Mr. Lyle.

We need every ally
for the night ahead.

What do you mean?

Sir Malcolm needs our help.
We will go to him.

No.

-Ethan, we have to help.
-[Ethan] No.

We can't go tonight.

-Or any night.
-He's right.

Their power is multiplied
many times over by night.

And, in any event,
Miss Ives,

you cannot
go inside that house.

Sir Malcolm needs me!

There will be no discussion
on the point!

That's exactly what she wants!

I will not
let him suffer alone.

[Ethan] Vanessa, listen.

I understand you want to
help Sir Malcolm, and we will,

but you know what those things
are capable of.

And you, Mr. Chandler,

know exactly
what I'm capable of.

-[sighs]
-This is my work now,

for it is not a battle
of firearms,

it is a battle of faith.

And yours
is not strong enough.

There's no goddamn way
you're walking in there alone

and certainly not at night.

Mr. Chandler is right.

[Sembene] We go tomorrow.

In the day.
All of us.

We save that man.

We kill that woman
and all her like.

It will be unholy slaughter.

[boy yelling in distance]
Fresh flowers, fresh flowers,

fresh flowers!

[indistinct chatter]

[woman 1] Look over there.

[woman 2 exclaims in disgust]

My dear Mr. Clare!

You seem inordinately
contemplative.

I suppose I am.

Well, at least the citizenry's
enjoying my beasties now,

although they prefer
my crimes, God love them.

Congratulations.

You seem to have a success.

Which only emboldens me
for greater ballyhoos to come!

Do you have
an especial favorite?

What?

They're all too ugly.

Isn't that rather the point?

It's not real.

True evil is...

above all things, seductive.

When the Devil
knocks at your door,

he doesn't have...
cloven hooves.

He is beautiful

and offers you
your heart's desire

in whispered airs.

Like a Siren,

beckoning you to her
ruinous shore.

And what do you do,

when that Siren sings?

[swallows]
You save your soul...

or you give it to her.

-But then you're damned.
-But you're not alone.

Interestingly, I thought about
putting Pandora

and her wicked box
in the exhibit.

But in the end I didn't.

I mean, how could you show
what the box contained?

I could tell you.

A mirror.

Nothing but a mirror.

What things you must do here.

So much empty space

to fill up with your...
adventures.

But you like adventures.

Who doesn't?

You're a very
interesting man, Dorian.

You can't be as pure
as your face suggests.

And are you?

As for the room,
I find diversions to fill it.

I've held balls, as you know.

And the occasional gathering
of like-minded friends.

Photography sessions.

What do you photograph?

All manner of life.

I've even held Theosophical
Society meetings here.

What's that?

A sort of religion,

seeking a personal connection
to the divine truths,

to that hidden knowledge.

You must like hidden things,
for you hide things very well.

As do you.

I don't know what you mean.

Don't you, Brona?

Or is it Lily now?

Or is it some divine
admixture of both?

This room is made for secrets.

Then tell me yours.

In time.

Tell me now.

Now, boy.

Kneel.

Kneel, boy.

Tell me your secrets

and I'll tell you mine.

I've been staying here

and thought it best
that we sort all this out.

You mean you haven't
seen your cousin?

[sighs]

You don't approve?

I know the attraction of
narcotics on occasion but...

Yes, yes, "But."

Of course.

[sighs]

[inhales sharply]

[exhales deeply]
Scientifically speaking,

life's nothing but a series
of chemical reactions.

So, to accelerate
or decelerate that process

is of no great matter.

It gives us
that illusion of power

in a life with little,

does it not?

And, yes,

it becomes an addiction,

this...

seeking transcendence.

Much like
your addiction to God.

[Frankenstein sighs]

I'm sorry she hurt you.

I'm sorry you feel so unloved.

You are a beautiful monster.

And there are those
who could love you...

and shall.

Life awaits you.

-The cellar again?
-Yes.

You should tell Miss Ives.

I think she knows,
in her way.

Not everything, but...

enough.

You should tell her all.

Why?

She will take your pain
and make it hers.

That is what she does.

Don't you think
she has enough to worry about?

She is without limits.

And your limits?

I have been much feared
and hated in my life.

By my people, by yours.

These marks mean
I was a slave trader.

This is my sin to live with.

But in this house

I have found kindness
among the unkind.

So have you.

I've not had many friends
in my time...

but I'm proud...

to count you among them.

Get some rest,
Ethan Chandler...

for tomorrow we see none.

-[gun cocks]
-There, there, Ethan,

calm yourself.

You're in no danger from me.

How did you get in?

Oh, your ingenious charms
and spells and such?

I'm sure those little totems
are very comforting to you,

but they've no real power

to those
who don't believe in them.

What do you want?

I think the more
appertain question is

what do you want,
Mr. Chandler?

Such a grim little room,
really.

Do your ambitions
not exceed this?

I have no ambition.

Everyone has ambition.

And yours?

To join your great enterprise.

I don't mean Miss Ives

and the rest of this
woebegone bunch...

I mean yours.

The Wolf of God.

You have been chosen.

You are unlike all others

and you have
a profound destiny.

Will you seize it?

And what's that destiny?

To strike with impunity.

To feed at will.

To serve not
the emaciated Galilean God

but to stand alongside
the great winged Lucifer

as he reconquers
heaven's bloody throne.

Will you crawl
with the insects,

or will you rise over them?

[shuddered breath]
Say I put a bullet in you?

Do it.

That won't change
what's going to happen.

-Will it kill you?
-Oh, yes.

Doesn't take a silver bullet
to kill us.

But pull the trigger

and you deny yourself
the one person

who could be
your greatest ally

in the future that awaits you.

You have been given
a great power.

One day you will use it

and take your foretold place
over these mortal animals.

You know in your heart
I'm speaking the truth.

Admit it.

Yes.

You are what you are.

And when you're ready,

I will serve you best of all.

[sighs]

[breathing deeply]

Do you know what he's doing?

No, Miss.

I'm so curious.

For months now
those workers have been

coming and going over there.

Pounding away with hammers.

-Another attraction, I'm sure.
-[sighs]

Father and his ballyhoos.

As if those
hideous crime scenes

weren't bad enough.

But he hasn't asked me
to work on any new figures.

That's odd, don't you think?

I couldn't say, Miss.
Good night, Miss Lavinia.

-See you tomorrow.
-Mr. Clare...

I have a wicked sort of idea.

Let's go explore
what Father's been building.

I shouldn't tether you
to my intrigues,

but I'm so damnably curious.

I can't very well
go adventuring on my own.

Shall you be my gun-bearer
and guide?

-Uh... I really don't think--
-Oh, please.

There's some things
I can't do by myself,

as much as that galls me.

And you are my true friend.

Please.

No one will know.

I promise.

Uh, this way then.

[chuckles]

[Mr. Clare]
But let's be quick.

[Lavinia]
Tell me what you see.

[Mr. Clare] A cell...

with a heavy iron door.

I don't understand.

Is it for animals?

I believe so.
There's a row of them.

Watch your step there.

My God.
He's not opening a zoo now.

[Mr. Clare chuckles]
I'm afraid so.

Are they empty?
Tell me what you see.

No, there's something
in one of them. A book.

What book?

Stay here.

I'll tell you.
It's a book of poetry.

You should enjoy that.

[gasping]

How old are you?

Ancient.

-Can you die?
-Find out. [gasps]

[exhales deeply]

When we could do
so much together?

No.

This sad little world is ours.

[biting]

[gasping]

[Dorian groans]

[exclaims]

Now... let me see your power.

Go heal yourself...

my beloved immortal.

She's gone.

Oh, for fuck's sake.
Get the others.

Ethan, you can't go tonight.

Get the others.

She should have known better.

That doesn't matter now.
We have to help her.

You have no idea what hell
you are stepping into.

She's there now.
That's all that matters.

Surely you jest.

Mmm.

Come on,
we have to go out the back.

We don't want to be followed.

There's a way out
through the cellar.

[door opening]

You should not go.

You know
what is going to happen.

Let it.

It was ever so suspenseful.

Would you question
all the new construction?

Would you creep in
and take a look?

But I told my parents
you're a man of honor.

You were mistaken.

[chuckles]

Then why are you in that cell,
Mr. Clare?

In truth,
I'm rather glad it was I

who got to entrap you
so artfully.

God, all those tedious
discussions we had.

Not everyone shares
your mania for poetry.

[door opening]

Hello, Mr. Clare.

-Why am I here?
-It's your new home.

Albeit a bit
on the wee side...

but you'll soon
have compatriots

to ease the boredom.

It's where he belongs.

Animals are right in cages.

There, there, Mrs. Putney.

Have you puzzled it out?

You're to put me on display.

Not just you, pet.

What can the carnival
escapologist or fortune teller

compare to living,
breathing freaks?

You can't keep me here.

But of course we can.
That's the point, Sonny Jim.

Scream your lungs out
if you like. No one will hear.

And even if they could,
who would care?

You know Londoners.

What care they
for the suffering of

malformed brutes?

They will look
and they will point...

and they will pay.

I've tasted success, sir...

and it's a meal
I now wish to devour.

[door creaking]

Welcome to my home, Miss Ives.

Where is he?

Cowering in a corner,

a silk thread away
from madness by now,

-I should think.
-Let him go.

I shall in time.

He's lost his power
to entertain me.

When men become mad,
they quite lose their dignity.

And without that, well...

what are they

but throbbing vermin
made to procreate and expire?

Come this way.

My sister was always a bit of
an embarrassment to me.

Very headstrong, wasn't she?

She could have had the world
and all its riches,

instead, she chose
that grotesque little hovel

and her abortionist knives.

Did you enjoy
watching her burn?

Not near as much as I enjoyed
watching you branded.

Still stings, doesn't it?

That flesh is dead.

We'll see.

Miss Ives,
what a distinct pleasure.

Welcome to my home.

Not quite yet, dear girl.

Now prepare the others.
They'll be here soon.

Who?

Your friends, of course.

[Hecate] We'll be ready.

And I've a singular welcome
in mind for Mr. Chandler

who I saw earlier
this evening, by the way.

I kissed his lips.

I still taste him.

This way, Miss Ives.

I need to see
Sir Malcolm immediately.

There's someone else
you need to see first.

So, I'm to meet your Master?

Oh, my darling...

he's your Master as well.

[door opens]

You and Mr. Lyle
take the front.

We'll find another way in.

And then what do we do?

Kill everyone
you don't recognize.

[exhales]

-All right then.
-Wait. If you would.

[praying in Hebrew]

Far be it from me.

Don't let me hurt our friends.
Promise me.

On your life.

Yes.

My God.

[gun cocks]

[snarling]

[Sir Malcolm wailing]

[continues wailing]

No!

[both straining]

[Ethan grunting]

[Sir Malcolm] No!

[moaning]

[gasps]

[hissing]

[Sir Malcolm groaning]

[Frankenstein] Lyle!

[continues groaning]

-Sir Malcolm--
-[gasps]

[gasps]

It's Doctor Frankenstein.

[Creature] Father.

[thunder rumbling]

[Proteus] Father.

Your children have returned.

[whimpering]

[both grunting]

[screaming]

[breathing heavily]

-I can't stop it!
-I know.

No!

You must!

I beg you!

I will not.

I am just a man.

You have been chosen by God.

My friend, Ethan Chandler.

[whimpering]

-And these are your works?
-Mmm.

From over the years.

They facilitate
my singular occupation.

Handsome bits of the craft,
aren't they?

Murderer.

[breathing heavily]

[breathing heavily]

Please!

[struggling]

[growls]

[snarling]

[screaming]

[roaring]

♪