All language subtitles for The.Nevers.S01E03.1080p.BluRay.x264-BORDURE

Come on, lads.

Pretty.

Tell the Beggar King
he's done on these docks.

No pay-ups. No shipments.

From here straight to Dicker's Wharf,

Limehouse belongs to Bonfire Annie.

Let's go.

He decides to argue the case,
or send anyone else to...

there's not a shadow he can hide in.

Not even this one?

How about that one?

Tell me why I shouldn't kill you.

I think you should...

Oh, fuck off.

I've enough snuffer in here to mummify you.

- The same goes for you, Mrs. True.
- What?

This scenario's a slight more
violent than advertised.

- You said we were going to speak.
- We are. This is our language.

- And now you're no better than her.
- I am much better than her.

- Not if you punch her in the face...
- Christ! Just...

Don't. All right.

Parlay.

You can speak your piece,
but I will burn us all to death

if I have to hear you bicker.

Penance, you think maybe you could
put out that fire before it spreads?

- Uh...
- We won't fight.

How in fuck's name
did that girl sneak up on me?

We were here before you were.

The Beggar King's men aren't
notably attentive.

Penance even sneezed once.

- How'd you know I was here?
- I saw it.

The fire, the cart.
It's my "turn." Ripplings.

I do still want to kill you a bit.

Go ahead. But I'm not covering
for you when she finds out.

I don't know where Maladie is,

and I'm not turning myself in,

- or any kind of...
- I want you to join us.

At The Orphanage.

- And you want to kill me.
- We're all contradictions.

You nearly killed my best friend,
and you saved my life.

- Yeah, that was an accident.
- It was a reflex.

I think it was your natural instinct.

My natural instinct is to burn things down.

We can accommodate that.

Is that the mission you were going on about?

Mary Brighton brings in
all the Touched with her little lullaby,

- then we overthrow the monarchy.
- Nothing that grand.

Or that small.

I quit Maladie 'cause I was sick of riddles.

And we'd stopped making money.

You know we're dying. The Touched.

We're being attacked, locked up,
and thrown in the street.

Not everyone got such a formidable "turn."

And it's getting worse.
You have enemies you don't know about yet.

So I should hide with
your sad little gaggle?

I'm fine all by myself.

You still feel it.

Mary's song. You know what
a better world could be like.

It isn't real, that feeling.

It's a fantasy. You don't trust it
any more than I do.

Might as well have been
that cart full of opium I just torched.

Cart full of what?

Don't roll away, lovely.

I'll make it up to you.

I fell on my snuffer.

I don't like
all that smoke to come at me.

This hero broke my fall.

My back feels fine.

Tingling, like my hand fingers.

She found a better world.

Ah... That's too many of me.

Amalia, come and see
my soul trapped in a jar.

If you rub it, I'll give you wishes.

You'll never guess what the fire was.

- It's opium, my love.
- But it was the air.

But also the cloud that wanted thunder

but was too gentle to hold it.

Oh...

Bonnie Annie's gone away.

Come on. That's enough opium for tonight.

Well, maybe just...

Okay, let me check. You stay here.

Did you feel the thunder that wasn't?

I feel it all the time.

We have the best jobs.

Bonfire Annie, a flat no.

Mary's too shaken to sing.

Myrtle's "turn" is being incomprehensible.

I am really racking up the wins.

- Oh, and I created Maladie.
- You know you didn't.

- You made a difficult choice.
- She doesn't know that.

I still hardly remember her.
Makes it worse, somehow.

Breathe without talking, please.

All right.

Your lungs are no better
for your wild night out.

You managed not to rupture a wound.

- And Penance? She did stop vomiting.
- Mm.

She's a strong girl.

But you got no business bringing her along
on these dangerous excursions,

after what Maladie did to her.

- I didn't bring her to Maladie's.
- You didn't know what you were walking into.

Either time. Any time.

Right, you tried to bring
Bonfire Annie into the fold.

That's not a difficult choice.
That's just reckless.

- She's a killer, for Christ's sake.
- I'm a killer.

You're a soldier, and Penance isn't one.

She will be.

That's a terrible fate to wish
on a friend.

Do you think anything that's happening
has to do with what I wish?

Just try to keep her
from becoming an opium fiend.

Well, you know young people these days.
They never listen.

Yeah, and they're not
gonna learn it from you.

- Horatio.
- It's not funny.

It's not fun.

Watching you throw yourself at danger
like you think it's gonna propose.

Coming here,

- to patch you up over and over...
- It could be fun.

- Amalia, we've been through this.
- It was fun.

- It was more than fun.
- Every night I have...

Race you!

I sit at dinner across from my wife,

and I know something
that she doesn't know.

Something that will pull her heart out,

and the only comfort I have or I could give

is the knowledge that I walked away from it.

You didn't get very far.

Do you think it's easy for me?

Nothing's easy for Amalia True.

She has the weight of the world.

I'm sorry I can't be more generous about
being your mistake.

♪ Casey would waltz with a strawberry blonde ♪

♪ And the band played on ♪

♪ He'd glide 'cross the floor
With a girl he adored ♪

♪ And the band played on ♪

♪ But his brain was so loaded ♪

♪ Poor girl would shake with delight ♪

♪ He'd ne'er leave the girl
With the strawberry curls ♪

♪ And the band played on... ♪

No need to stop on my account, please.

Is there a song you'd like, Mrs. True?

None you'd know, but keep playing.

Mrs. True needs a different kind of song.

I should be working to get that voice back.

Oh, let her play.

Can I not be made the villain of the piece?
I said keep playing.

The other song will come when it comes.

I doubt a little fun
will do anything but help.

Waiting's only painful when
you're not doing anything else.

The gospel of Amalia True,
patron saint of patience,

and ironically, fist-punching.
Good morning.

Miss Adair, you're surprisingly
sprightly this morning.

I had a vision in the night,
in between vomits.

First time Mary sang in public,

only the Touched that were
in the room could hear it.

But next time, we'll make
Mary's voice loud enough

that it can be heard by Touched
across the city...

You say Candlemas Park is the place, right?

- It's open on all sides, and there's the...
- And it's right in the center of the city.

But I was noticing last night that
the city is loud.

Even pure truth would choke on the din.

But every voice is just vibrations,

and an electric converter
could make those vibrations a lot bigger.

Penance Adair, have you just
invented the amplifier?

Ah, you gave it away!

And you gave it a very dull name.

I'll be calling it "The Brightener."

It's a play on words involving your name.

Well, thanks.

Um, that's... I don't know what it is.

Oh, it, um...

amplifies the sound waves.

It'll make your voice heard for miles,

or near a mile, I think.

They're awful boxy.
Design elements usually come later on.

But all I need is some copper wire,

and we'll have some prototypes.

I say we go to the park

later on this evening,
and we just run some tests.

And to think I slept.

You always were a lightweight.

Look, I think I am getting closer to it.

I mean, I... I feel little moments.

You don't have to give me a status report
every time you see me.

Just because you can enjoy
yourself and be entertaining

doesn't mean you weren't
kidnapped a week ago.

It'll come when it comes.

Has there been any word of Maladie?

I imagine she's licking her wounds.

Or punching them.

And Bonfire Annie?

Heard you were trying to recruit
her last night.

- Hello, miss.
- Does that bother you?

- Get out.
- I wish I'd been told.

If I turned a corner and there she was...

I didn't want to worry you for nothing.

And nothing is what came of it, so...

You're keeping secrets.

Every woman keeps secrets.

Every Touched woman
keeps a great deal more.

That's a dodge.

Was there a question?

I've asked the girls what this place is,

and what we're meant to be doing.

And they all have different answers.

I can sense that there's something...

Some sort of mission beyond
keeping each other safe.

But it's all a bit vague.

What is it you're looking for?

A conspiracy? A cult?

- I'm not asking you to cut off your toes.
- I'm looking for you.

- I'm right here.
- Are you?

Three years ago, I woke up knowing things
that I shouldn't,

and was declared insane.

Which for a time, I thought I was.

So, yes, I keep secrets.

I also drink when I shouldn't,
fight when I needn't,

and fuck men whose names I do not learn.

I get nervous in crowds.

I see things that aren't there.

When I meet someone, the first thing
I think of is how to kill them.

I do have some good qualities.

I genuinely like horses.

What is it you know that you shouldn't?

You want me to sing so that
more people will come here?

Maybe I'm struggling because
I don't know if they should.

Yes! Now!

Tell me!

Nine, forty-two and eleven seconds!

Wh... Where's the purple light?

You're supposed to fill the room with light
when you spend.

I don't fill the room...

I wanted purple light!
Not Greenwich Mean Time.

Uh, I know the time.

No one hires the Touched no more.

Hugo, sorry to barge in.

I just, I think...
I think we're being very...

Augie, this is Dominique.
She's been auditioning.

Oh! I see. No, I see, I see.

Best of luck.

Do you... Do you audition all the girls?

And the boys.
I've got a set of boy-girl twins

who are bonded in
the most fascinating way.

- If you spank one of them, the other...
- Oh, Hugo...

I'm just not sure I can be
involved with this.

It's all signed and sealed, old boy.

But you haven't filed them yet

with the... with the company's house.

- The moment they were signed.
- What, 4:00 a.m.?

The day they were signed.

You are the sole proprietor
of the Ferryman's Club,

and turning a pretty profit to boot.

- He's boss.
- He is boss.

Profit? Already?

I paid this all off privately
before we started.

There's just, uh...
the staff, the talent, and, uh...

our generous salaries.

- Salaries?
- I know. Isn't it common?

We dwell amongst the nouveau riche.

I audition to you?

Hugo. Hugo! Hugo...

- If Lavinia finds out...
- She won't.

You haven't invested a penny.

And the contracts are under seal.

Don't smile. You have mystique.

The Touched are a personal cause for Lavinia,
so if she finds out what you...

- Your next candidate.
- We...

- No, you are making them do...
- Paying them to do.

Paying me to do.

Ask him... ask him for housing...

And housing them. Quiet, you.

- And keeping them safe.
- Hugo, this isn't a schoolyard prank.

There are things being done here
that are illegal.

And quite... quite possibly immoral.

Speaking of which, Charlotte says hello.

- Uh, so does Lufima.
- Hugo.

- You wouldn't...
- There you are.

Wh... What I did that night

was not the conduct of a gentleman, I know.

But we... we didn't break any laws.

- That I know of.
- What you did, they don't have laws for.

Then I didn't break any.

Look, just give it a try.

I'm all alone here, Augie.

I... I can't do all this all by myself.
I don't have the time.

- Nine forty...
- No!

Everything's just moving much too fast.

I'm... I'm sorry I filed the papers,

but I had to use up a lot of favors,
and I can't help...

I... Of course, I will.
I'll... I'll set you free. Just give me time.

And meanwhile,
enjoy being in charge for a bit,

- because I have a meeting.
- No... In charge?

Well, you don't have to audition anyone.

Just look important. Say no a lot. Roma!

Where the hell is my purple light?

You sent me a pocket watch.

And can you get those
fucking contracts filed now?

Um...

No?

Below!

Ronald will have those maple branches pruned
before you get back.

This union business
should only take a few days.

Unions is just organized laziness,
if you don't mind my saying.

Should be grateful for a wage
and your guiding hand.

What the hell is all this?

We're installing a telephone,
not a trapeze.

I'll make sure they're out of sight.

The degradation of progress.

We build homes to keep other people out,

and then build machines
to let them all in.

Well, it will help with ordering
from the butchers and such.

- Speed it up.
- Yes,

because the measure of a thing's worth
is how quickly it arrives.

Well, if you was to come
unexpectedly, or with company...

It's only the under-butler

heard you talking to Parkins
about a widow you'd met.

A friend of Miss Bidlow's.

You'll fire him yourself?

Of course, sir.

And Mrs. Beechum, you will give up

your romantic yen for a mistress.

This house has all
the company I can abide.

Little Annie Carbey,

the Bonfire of Limehouse.

I've known her since
she was a dusky urchin,

following her old man around
when he collected for the Top Hat Lads.

Now, she's got a "turn."

A terrible fuckin' "turn."

Fire. And what have you got
that can compete with that?

You got fucking guns!

People saw you running.

By the light of my shipment ablaze.

People saw the Beggar King's
men on the run

from a fucking girl!

Now, Mr. Odium here

wanted to take you for
a walk along the Thames,

'cause he knows that when
you wear my brand,

what you do reflects on me.

I circled back, but she'd gone.

And the other ladies were there.

- Other ladies?
- The widow.

And the science one.

She had a horrible device.
Well, I didn't know if they were gonna...

- I'll do better.
- Shh, shh, shh...

Ooh...

Oh, no. How new that scar is.

No, no. You're a pup!

Ha! Now, a man carrying my mark
for eight years,

I'd expect him to stand his ground.

Maybe he's become tired
of wearing my mark.

Huh?

Maybe it's become a burden, my brand.

We wasn't told what to expect.

No... Pain and disgrace.

But it's all right.

'Cause you're expecting it.

So, what the fuck is Mrs. True up to now?

You know about this?

Anyone see who left this?

Below!

Try the attic,

but make sure they're out of sight!

"Try the attic."

Try not telling me my business, how about?

Don't go near the dogs.

They've gone rabid. Try around here.

Can you believe that man?

"Electronics is nothing
for a girl to be dabbling in."

Have you ever seen me dabble, Myrtle?

I'll dabble his face.

Señora True?

What does it say?

That's not our address.

What's your preference?

We only got two on tap.

A pint of the dark.

Ladies.

- Dr. Cousens. What a treat.
- I'm sorry. Have we met?

Oh, yes. As it happens, I promised you
your own carriage.

And at last, it's here.

Oh... I never thought you meant it.

Ah, I never lie. I never boast.

As it happens, a wealthy patient
is waiting for you within.

A new client, of whom
you're not remotely afraid.

Hush, Colonel. Don't take away his fear.

He might need it.

- Are you afraid?
- It's well known how you pay your doctors.

They were compensated in kind
for the services they provided.

You don't mess about with brains,
you're all right.

You know who I work with?

Everyone knows the Beggar King
has a doctor on call with healing hands.

Yes, I know. Mrs. True.

But this ain't about her.
It's about the gift she gave me.

And if I heal you,
how do I know you won't...

What, strike you down to get at Molly?

If you're frettin' on that,
you two must be... dear friends.

Oh, you do go back a ways.

We all do.

Except I don't remember you so well.

Although there was a Black in a doctor's coat,
which I thought my mind made up.

No...

I'm real.

Do you want to show me the wound?

Yes, sir, doctor, sir.

It's a persistent little pinhole.

Kiss it better.

Hm...

There's still a bullet fragment in there.

I'll have to take it out
before I can help you.

This is going to hurt.

Promise?

Man gave me this.

I was told to wait two hours.
Sorry.

And another whiskey.

Swann.

- Not bad on the eyes.
- Bit of all right, though.

Hope we aren't in trouble.

Sometimes I think you want to get caught.

- Barmaid told me you were here.
- Did she?

No, no.

She and I are bosom friends.
I've known her since half noon.

She wouldn't squidge on me.

One day, you're gonna walk into a place

that don't think you're charming.

Don't think your money's charming.

- My money is adorable.
- What are you doing, Swann?

What are you spending your day doing

with this panto Moriarty crap?

This what you think a job feels like?

I'm... I'm worked to the bone, Inspector.

Whilst I've had nothing of worth
from you about Amalia True,

or The Orphanage.

Do you know what it cost
to arrange that raid?

What do you think I'll find, hm?

A bunch of girls longing
to leave the safety of their community

- to come whoring for you?
- A few.

You do have a talent for it.

What about Mary Brighton?

Her "turn," I mean.

I told you. It's a song.

Only the Touched can hear it.

It makes 'em feel happy.

Amalia True risks life
and limb for a lullaby.

No, there's more.

Mary don't know anything
about Mrs. True's plans.

Mary left you on your wedding day.

I think it's safe to say
she does keep things from you.

She did you a favor, of course.

Such a dramatic disappointment.

No one would question you
not rushing to the altar

a second time.

I often wonder,

did she realize she could never
give you what you wanted,

or did she find out I was?

I was drunk!

I was blind drunk.

The Ferryman's is a massive venture.

More even than I'd hoped.

But it depends on
immeasurable level of change.

Amalia True?

I do not believe she has any interest
in giving the Touched a safe haven. Do you?

No.

Seeing the future,
that ain't her whole story.

- She has a purpose.
- And now she has Mary.

Why?

Look at you.

A shadow afraid of shadows.

Such a lonely life.

Yeah?

Where are all your friends then?

The first time, Frank.

You were drunk the first time.

My toes itch.

The ones you've got,
or the ones you haven't?

Both.

The new moon has made me a virgin.

There's still some infection on the surface.

Here. Take two of these a day,

and keep it clean.

Is this what Molly's atonement looked like?

You think it's enough?

I think you blame her for
something she couldn't control.

I wonder who you'll blame
when the time comes.

On you go.

Go? This is my carri...

Oh...

Don't scratch at it.

Winemar Kroos, get up.

- What's this?
- Shut your cunt and come on.

Shoot up a new lock when they let you out.

You're the luckiest fuck in the world.

- Can I please have my weapon?
- Shut it!

I need it!

Hanging in the market in broad daylight.

Been out there a while by the state of it.

I have no idea how many more there are.

Oh, I didn't know about these.

I mean, I'm out and about more than most.
I feel like I should have seen.

You can see now. Time for a visit.

Been long since you and I
did a proper ladies' outing.

It has, at that.

Yes! Yes, I'm coming!

Oh!

Who are you?

What on Earth is this all about?

Fuck a drumstick, he's ugly.

Is this one of those guys
what come after Myrtle?

He was.

What is it?

Get a hansom to The Orphanage
and take grandmother with you.

- You need fare?
- No, no, no, no. I've got money.

It's not from stealing.

We need to know everything
that they've been doing.

Désirée will get it out of her.

Or I will.

Is Penance still doing her what's-it test?

Yes. We need to be set up
the day Mary is ready to sing.

I'll meet Penance in the park at dusk.

Where are you going?

Miss Bidlow needs to see this.

Frank.

- Uh...
- I...

I, um, didn't mean for you to rush over.

I don't want to waste your time.

Oh, no, I've got other people
doing that, thanks.

- But you're not in any...
- No, no, no.

No. Noth... Nothing dire. Just, um...

Well, I... I don't suppose
that Maladie's been, um...

Oh, you know, captured
and sent off to Australia.

Did something happen?

Is Mrs. True up to something?

I mean, you... you can tell me.
It's unofficial, of course.

No. It's just stranger than I expected.

You know, being around
so many of the Touched, it's...

My, my...

My song used to be mine.
It was like a little...

little piece of comfort.

But then,
now that I've gone public, it just...

I don't...

I don't know how to find that...

- voice that I have.
- Uh...

I could... I could...
I could find you a place.

You know I've got that... The spare room,

if there's nothing else.

- And I wouldn't try to...
- No, it's...

I know you wouldn't.

I... I... Frank, I didn't mean it...
It's, uh...

As a gentleman, I know that you wouldn't.

But also as a man who...

Frank...

You're a good man.

But there's a part of you that you hate.

I won't say any more, except that...

I will never hate you.

Not for who you are.

You'll always be the man that
I call when there's trouble...

and when there's not trouble, I guess.

- Can I ask you for something?
- Of course.

Next time you sing,

you know, that kind of singing...

I'd like to be there.

You know that only
the Touched can hear it.

Yeah, I want to feel like,

could at least just give it a go.

People change.

At the worst, I'll watch.

It's been a long while
since I've seen you on a stage.

Arrangements have already been made,
and we, uh...

- Forgive us, we have to begin.
- Of course, of course.

I got the gist on my telephone.

What are the confidence levels
on the investment's return?

Regrettably, we are among those
who cannot see into the future.

But we do have a clearer
view of the field.

It appears the new players are in motion.

We need to get those flyers taken down.

- They could be all over London.
- Leave them.

I'll have someone watch the house
in case anyone turns up,

innocent or otherwise.

- What can I do?
- I need to know who owns the building.

I can get that information
for you in a day or so.

Although I doubt it will reveal much.

What about Mary Brighton?

Is she doing her siren call,
or what have you?

I'm not sure. She's been struggling.

We're doing the test
this evening, in the park.

If Mary can find her voice,
we'll make sure it's heard.

What did you tell them?

What...

What? What...

N-Nothing. I-I never said...

- What did you tell them?
- I swear.

I-I didn't tell anyone anything.

I didn't!

Well, now that your blood is up,

how's about we start then?

Who are all you people?

We're the people who answer your flyer.

Well, I'm not answering
any of your questions.

Who do you work for?

A man. Tall. Had a fur coat.
Well-spoken but not too posh.

You think they'd send the boss around,
showin' his face?

What do they do to the girls?

Experiments, I think.

- Why you?
- They knowed about my tragedy, I guess.

About my daughter, and all the suffering.

Did you hear a name?

Water. She made everything water.

Any liquid. She did it with wine,

which is the opposite of Jesus.

Plus, it cost me two shillings.

There was a well, made everyone sick.

She fixed that,

but that's not for a person to do.

But she was never afraid of it.
She stopped being afraid of anything.

She would just say, "Water is life."

Sitting up nights with her needlework,

just knowing something.

Sitting and knowing.

A young man saw it, too. It was unnatural.

My heart bleeding for the burden

on, uh... on, on me.

And she went for a bath.

And it was so hard. It was so hard

to hold her down like that
'cause she didn't understand.

She was splashing and struggling

and trying to cry out.

I could see it all 'cause
she made the water so clear.

I had to bear that.

I had to be strong...

till she stopped.

Till she was free.

Her and the child inside her.

- Lucy!
- Leave go of me!

Lucy, Lucy, Lucy, Lucy, Lucy.

Abominations! Abominations, all of you!

You need to...

Lucy's "turn" came sudden.

She didn't know she was Touched

till she lifted her baby boy
up from his bassinet.

Six months old and the first person
to ever love her back.

And all his bones broke
before he could even make a sound.

I don't think she would hurt you.

We should call in the law.

She confessed to murder
in front of seven people.

Yeah, seven Touched people.
What policeman's gonna care?

Mundi.

Your brightener worked a charm.
That's good news.

Aye. It needs some tinkering.

But I'm not in much of a mind right now.

We'll have to send word to True.

Tell her we're not going to the park.

Yes, we are.

Sorry?

We are going to the park. I'm ready.

Will this be working?

Yes, ma'am.

Tell Inspector Mundi to come.

Let everyone know, especially Lucy.

How many?

What, love?

Girls...

that'll never hear Mary's song.

We should have asked her how many.

Is it that you just hate dresses?

Someone overstepped.

- How many people do you need for a test?
- Oh, it's not a test.

I love them, you know.

- Who?
- Dresses.

I think they're just wonderful.

No!