All language subtitles for slasher.s05e08.1080p.web.h264-ggez_track3_[eng]

[Basil]:
Wake up, sweet angel.

You sleep well?

Very well, thank you.

- You'd sleep even
better in my big bed.

- Despite everything
we shared last night.

And we shared quite a bit.

Two peas in a pod,
it would seem.

- But I am still the same
woman intent on saving--

- Intent on saving yourself
for marriage. Yes, I know.

I wouldn't want you
any other way.

Which is why
I humbly entreat you.

To make me the happiest,
proudest man

in all of Christendom.

Give me the honour of marrying
the most beautiful,

the most dangerous woman
a man could ever dream of.

Yes! Yes!

A thousand times yes!

[both laughing]

Well, capital!

Yeah.

[sighs]

We'll get married tomorrow!

- Tomorrow! How?
How will we invite everyone?

- Who else do we need besides
you and me and the pastor?

It's not like your sisters
can join us, after all.

- No, they-they can't.

- Afterwards we'll have
a party here at the house,

invite anyone who can make it.

Celebrate two soulmates
joined as one.

Good morning.

I can step out
if you'd like to get dressed.

No.

- What time do you think
your servants will be back?

- Oh, they're probably
already here making breakfast.

- If you're fully dressed,
I'm sure we can

spin some kind of tale
about you guarding me

while I was alone in the house.

- I won't tell
a soul, of course.

Nor I.

I'm having doubts.

No, not-not,
not about last night.

About the arrest.

Viviana killed her sister.

- Yes, but does that
make her The Widow?

Viviana could be quite cruel.

It was sport to her.

She was notoriously
abusive to her servants.

- Yes, but then how does this
connect to vengeance

for Margaret Mehar

if Viviana hated
her servants so much?

- Perhaps, if she killed
Margaret,

she was executing all of
those who knew what she did?

After this many years?

Why now?

From the start, I was certain

that The Widow had
to be a woman.

Superintendent Kashtinsky's
fought me on this

again and again.

- And now you think it could be
a man?

But you've seen her,
you've sparred with her.

- Yes, and I've been bested
by her, in both my encounters.

- And a woman isn't
capable of that?

[sighs]

- The only people left alive
from the photograph

are Georges Rondeau
and Basil Garvey.

Was Basil not in jail,

under your guard,
when Israel was killed?

- He was.
- And Basil is a sizable man.

He is.

[Regina]: If The Widow is a man,
he would have to be slight.

[Kenneth]: And schooled in some
very impressive combat training.

A foreign skill.
Nothing I've ever seen.

- The Botticellis travelled for
years with their father

when they were younger.

Russia, Asia.

Viviana was a championship
rider and a dancer.

Perhaps her physical
skills didn't end there?

- Then I must head back,
talk to Viviana.

- You be careful,
Superintendent Rijkers.

[sighs]

Here...

Try this.

- Mm!
[giggles]

- Nothing but the best
for you, my dear.

[Gladys]:
Shall I place this here, sir?

It's addressed to
you.

- Has news of our engagement
travelled this quickly?

- My jeweller must have bragged
to his friends

about my illustrious purchase.

That is three karats
of Kimberley's finest.

May I unwrap it?

[chuckles]

- What's that smell?
- Maybe it's a cake!

It doesn't smell sweet.

Here. I got it.

[screams]

I came as quickly as I could.

- Oh, bravo,
blue ribbon for you.

In the meantime, we're
left standing here

staring at this abomination.

[dramatic music]

- Who delivered this?
- I didn't recognize him.

- And yet you brought it
in here anyway.

With a killer out there
stalking all of us!

What if it had been a bomb?!
Or poison gas?

[Kenneth]: Stop that!
[Gladys]: I'm sorry!

[Basil]: You fucking better be.

[Kenneth]: You stop
that at once, sir!

[Gladys]: I'm so sorry, sir!

What on earth are you doing?

- It's for you I'm
concerned, Verdi!

This will not do, sir.

Miss Gladys, do you wish to...

No, no. Master Garvey's right.

I put you all at risk
and just before the wedding.

Will you ever be able
to forgive me?

Of course he will.

Of course.

I hope you can
forgive me, Gladys.

- Mullman, please see
to her injuries.

- Aye, sir. Show me
to the kitchen, madam.

This is all your fault!

I'm not safe in my own house!

I've got a vulnerable
young fiancée to protect.

- Your maid, she is not to
be punished further,
you understand?

- Yes, yes, yes, I understand.
Forget about her.

Focus on this fucking head!

It can't talk anymore,

but its tongue,
I'm sure, speaks volumes.

"Private?"

"A private message,
a prophetic hex."

"The magician was tragic.

His mind was vexed,

I took what I needed,"

- What does it say? I'll go
crazy if you don't tell me.

Your heart is next.

Is that me? Is she after me?

- No, no, no, my darling.
How could it possibly be you?

I'm your heart.

- I know one
very obvious deduction.

Viviana is not The Widow.

- Yes, that does
appear to be true.

- Well, don't let it
vex you on my account,

you incompetent fuck!

- When Venetia was killed--
- I don't care.

I don't want to hear any more
of your doltish theories.

Kashtinsky was worthless

but he was a damn sight better
than you will ever be.

- Get this back to the new
surgeon

for a forensic investigation,
on the double.

- Might be good if I found
the rest of the body too, sir?

Right. Of course.

- Maybe he should be running
your goddamned department.

- I'm just as concerned
as you are, sir.

I highly fucking doubt that.

Is your name on her
list of targets?

Is yours?

Do you know why it would be?

What I know,

you cheeky little motherfucker,

is that I am now taking
over this investigation.

That's not possible.

- Tell me why Viviana
just had to be your Widow,

and maybe I'll let this go.

Why? Because she hated her
very hateable sister?

There was a photograph...

- What? The one that Kashtinsky
showed me at the party?

Yes, he showed me.
What of it?

- You and Viviana,
you are now

the last of those from
the party left alive.

The last of the party.

There were other people at that
party, you moron!

Andrew May was there
and he's still alive,

despite being stabbed by
someone very much not The Widow.

- What other people were
there that night?

Everyone!

It was a fucking
who's who of society.

And there were dozens
of photographs taken,

each with different
people in them.

- Do you know where I could--?
- Enid.

Enid, the photographer.
I hired her as a gift.

Everyone was to, was to pick
a photo they wanted printed.

- I need to see
those negatives.

- Yes, yes.
I don't have them here.

If they're anywhere,
they'd be at the newspaper.

You're welcome... Shit!

[heavy door opening]

Oh! You're here!

I was starting to think I would
be reduced to actually eating

one of those repugnant gruels
they've tried to foist on me.

Regina, rescuer, as happy as
I am to see your comely face,

should you not be out there,
securing my release?

Please.

Please, look at what
they've done to me.

Treated me like some
common street whore.

You do look terrible.

- They give not a whit for who
I am and my station in life.

And my crowning glory,
my auburn locks,

purloined by shears!

I shall crucify the lot of them,
once you get me out of here.

Why would I do that?

Because I am not guilty.

But you are...

I did not kill my sister.

Regina, Regina, people like us,

people like us do not
do these sorts of things.

Like us?

We are not the same.

Of course we are.

- You are a vile, evil
self-centred, little cunt.

- What?! How on earth
can you talk like that?

- Because I know of
your horrific treatment
of Margaret Mehar.

Oh, a servant?

I don't give the servants more
than what's called for,

I can assure you.

But...

But why are you so concerned

about some dumb
lower-class girl? Hm?

- Because I am one,
you blind bitch.

- You?
- I was her daughter.

[screams]

We don't matter, do we?

That's why you need to die!

- Oh, no, please, please don't
kill me, Regina,

please, please don't kill me.
Please. Please don't kill me.

Please, please.
Don't kill me please.

[gasps]

You're The Widow. You?

I knew, I knew when the spirits
ran through you at that séance,

I knew that you were mad.

I faked all that.

See?

Just a little trick.

[gasps]

And you and all your
friends fell for it,

like the dim-witted
dilettantes you are.

This is the real me.

I'll tell them.

I'll tell them you're The Widow

and then you'll be locked away
in here instead of me.

Really?

Who do you think
they'll believe?

Me, the heartbroken, grieving,
paragon of virtue?

Or you, the monster who
arranged for her own sister

to be sawed in half
in front of a live audience?

If you were a man,
you'd be hanged for your crimes.

But you won't be.

Which is fair, because death is
too easy a punishment for you.

You leave me alone!

- Hmm, instead of
that quick release,

you'll be trapped in this cage.

- I don't belong here!
I don't belong here.

- But you do.
- I don't belong in here!

And it's better this way.

Because this way you'll
understand how it feels

to have the whole world
against you.

You'll grow old in here.
You'll die in here.

And then you'll be buried
in an unmarked pauper's grave.

Completely forgotten.

No! No!

Well...

Rest assured,
dearest Viviana,

I shall keep myself
warm at night,

remembering every last one
of your pitiful screams.

No! No!

[screams]

[eerie music]

[eerie music]

[Kenneth]:
The negatives.

[sighs]

OK, 7 PM.

7:30.

8:00.

8:15.

Okay, Pastor and his son
arrive at 8 o'clock.

Venetia and Viviana
arrive at 8:15.

Basil at 8:30.

Georges arrived at 9:00.

Where did you go?

8 PM, you're there at
the beginning with your son.

Your son...

Andrew May, you would
have had every reason.

Okay, um, 8:30.

Where'd you go?
You're gone.

Nope. There you are.

What are you doing?

[sighs]

[suspenseful music]

[building suspenseful music]

- As I told Officer Mullman,
I won't name the man
who stabbed me.

I will, however, speak to him
and I will set him
on the right path.

That's not why I'm here.

You were at this party 12
years ago at the Botticelli's.

It was, it was just before
your father was arrested.

I remember it now.

Why are you concerned about
a party from years ago?

- Well, I'm hoping you can tell
me who that little girl is?

No, I have no idea.

- You didn't see her at all?
You didn't speak to her?

Not that I remember, no.

- Did the Botticellis
have a girl?

Out of wedlock?

- Did Margaret Mehar
have a daughter?

I don't know.

Now, Detective,
if you don't mind,

I must prepare to receive
my flock.

- You have more motive for
these murders than anyone.

I have spent my life,

my life, trying to forgive

the people responsible
for hanging my father.

And I will admit that I
have prayed for retribution.

But I turn to God

and trust in Him to decide
whether that should happen.

- Fine. But there was someone
else there that night,

someone who could have
very good reason

to kill everyone
in this photo.

So, until I figure out
who she is, and why,

you are clearly
my prime suspect.

How?

How, precisely,

could I have killed Georges
Rondeau from my sick bed?

- Perhaps you were working
with another.

- My position is very public,
Detective.

The good sisters
and many of my flock

can
attest to how busy I am.

- Who is she?
- I have no idea.

- Is she your daughter?
- My? That's absurd.

- Then why are you protecting
her identity?

I always protect the innocent.

- If you know who she is,
you must tell me her name.

I won't.

If you'd like to arrest me,
then do so.

But I have already watched
the police and courts

kill one innocent
person I care about deeply.

I will not help
them do it again.

Someone I care about deeply.

Kenneth.

Thank you for seeing me.

- You don't need
to be so formal.

Is something wrong?

[sighs]

We're alone, the servants
are downstairs.

- Have you been playing
me for a fool?

Playing you?

Have you lied to me and...

Just to divert my focus?

No!

What on Earth is going on?

I found this.

Where did you get that?

[Kenneth]: It doesn't
matter where I got it.

What matters is who that
is hiding in the corner.

You see, I think she's
Margaret Mehar's daughter.

And I think she's you

and you've been playing me
this entire time.

[gasps]

Please tell me I'm wrong.

[heavy breathing]

[laughs]

- Come here, you!
Nasty pest.

[imitating a chicken]

[guests laughing]

[Venetia]: Got you!

- If she escapes
the kitchen again,

sell her to the butchers
for dog food!

Come, girl.

- We don't want some street
urchin running about

like we're living
in a slum house!

- I'm so sorry, ma'am.
It won't happen a-

- She positively
ruined the party!

- I am so sorry.
- I'm sorry.

Silence!

- We let your little rat
stay here out of courtesy.

We will throw her out with the
rest of the trash

if she doesn't stay in
the kitchen with Mrs. Tamanaha!

[Margaret]: Yes, ma'am.

Everything is gonna be okay.

They hit you because of me.

That wasn't your fault!

-
- Am I really that bad?

No. No. No.

The sisters are just mean.

- - Miss Viviana said she was
going to sell me to the butcher.

[sobbing]

[sniffles]

- We're gonna get
out of here. Yeah?

I'm going to go to Mr. Garvey

and I'm gonna get us
money so we can escape. Okay?

-
- Okay.

[Kenneth]: I'm sorry to
have to tell you this,

your house maid,
Margaret Mehar,

well, she was
found murdered.

- Well, I did not
expect this dark news

on such a pleasant night.

- Yes, it was rather violent.
Disturbingly so.

Oh.

- Does she by chance
have any family

or relatives
that I should notify?

No, no family at all.

- Could you perhaps help shed
some light

on Margaret's character?

Was there any dangerous
elements in her life?

- It was more of a bed pans
and laundry relationship.

I doubt we'd be of much help.

Thank you, Constable.

- Of course.
- Good day.

You!

Little snoop.

[sobbing]

My mother, I want my mother.

- Poking your nose where
it doesn't belong, as usual.

I want my mother!

- She's gone.
- And he's gone.

- And now you are too,
you little rat!

No!

[sobbing]

[both sigh]

[sobbing]

Mom?

[sobbing]

[sniffling]

- Still, vengeance
isn't justice.

Basil Garvey and his friends

raped, tortured

and murdered my mother.

And because of who they are,
nothing was done.

There was no justice for her.

An innocent man was hanged.

Two children lost their only
parents,

while these evil fucks

carried on with their asinine
soirees and trivialities.

[Kenneth]:
Okay, so help me understand,

you go on this course of
vengeance, based on what?

Nothing but hearsay?

Of course not.

Alistair verified it all.

I needed to be 100% sure.

He told me everything that
happened that horrid night.

What happened.

Who partook.

What each monster did.

He seemed proud of it.

- And that's why you married
him, to get proof.

[Regina]: Proof that
Basil Garvey was the mastermind.

He orchestrated
the whole thing

and he pulled them
all in to ensure its secrecy

and he pinned it on
Andrew's father.

And for that,
he needs to be destroyed.

He will face justice.

He hasn't for 12 years.

He owned Kashtinsky, he owns
the police, he owns the judges,

he owns this whole city.

He can make anything
happen and he will.

He doesn't own me

and I will make sure
that he pays for this.

You, you have no proof,

beyond the words of a murderer.

I can't accept that.

Everything I've dedicated
my entire life to

depends on
justice being possible.

- I'm going to finish
what I started.

- You need to leave. Leave
town. Now.

Or I'll have to
bring you to justice too.

[heavy door slams]

- I don't think I can handle
hearing any more

trumped-up
charges against me.

There are none.

- Does this make you
feel very grand, sir,

standing there, gloating,
watching me suffer?

Kidding yourself that you've
actually caught The Widow.

Because you haven't.
It's Regina Simcoe.

You don't care?

- I'd like to talk about
Margaret Mehar.

- I just told you who the killer
was, and you ask me about her?

She was nothing to me!
A servant!

And you whipped her regularly

and when she was dead

you threw her young daughter
out onto the street!

You are not an innocent woman.

You are cruel, selfish
and horrifically vengeful.

Fine. Guilty as charged.

I have whipped servants and been
awful and selfish,

but I have never killed anyone.

I am being framed.

I swear to you, I am innocent.

Which is why I came here.

To make a deal.

- Yes! Yes, please, God,
tell me what it is.

- I would need you to testify.
- Anything.

Anything to get me out of here.
What do you need from me?

- Proof that Basil Garvey
killed Margaret Mehar.

I need testimony against him

that would stand up
in a court of law.

In exchange, your sentence
would be commuted.

All Widow charges
dropped entirely.

I help convict Basil Garvey

and freedom is mine,
mine for the taking.

- Precisely.
[Viviana sighs]

[laughs]

- Do you think I'm
a fucking idiot?

- I think of you as someone
with very, very little to lose.

If I speak against Basil,

I will suffer, suffer
the most horrible death,

within the week!

- What can he do if he's locked
away and hung for his crime?

You'll be safe.

[Viviana]: He has his
hands in everything!

That brutal murder 12 years
ago proves no one is safe

as long as he is alive. No.

No, no, thank you very much.

I will take my maggoty gruel

and the matronly ghouls who run
this place over him, any day.

And if you're going to
try for Basil Garvey, dearie,

you're more stupid
than I thought.

He'll be picking his teeth
with your little pecker bone

and painting his nails
with your blood.

[breathes deeply]

- Mullman, gather five of your
finest men.

We're paying
Basil Garvey a visit.

We're going to tear
his mansion apart

from the basement
to the rafters.

Hello, Officer,
did you hear me?

- I did.
- Then let's get on it. Huh?

No.

- Excuse me?
I'm your superior officer.

Not anymore.

What is going on?

- You're being arrested.
- For what?

For The Widow murders.

- That is ludicrous. You--

Get off me! You can't do this.
You have no right.

We know it's true!

You botched the investigation
to cover your tracks.

This is Basil Garvey's doing!

- The city doesn't
need you anymore.

The city?

Or Garvey?

What's the difference?

- Mullman, Mullman, you don't
do this!

You're making a mistake!

Mullman. Mullman!
Let go of me! Mullman!

[Officer]: Lights out!

[heavy door closing]

[sighs]

Okay.

[grunts]

[keys rattling]

- I hope you'll attend
tonight's festivities.

- Oh, if you'd like it,
I'd love to come.

Absolutely.

- Gladys, I'm not paying
you to hover around
Verdi like a den mother.

Of course, sir.

- You're running
errands with me,

so get the fuck out of my face
and make yourself presentable.

- You needn't speak
to her like that.

- Inconsequential.
Today of all days.

For you, my dear.

- Oh, it's,
I don't think it's...

- It's for later when I bring
you into womanhood.

We'll have time between
the wedding and the reception.

Don't worry, I'm not going to
bring down bloody sheets

to our guests.

Unless you'd like me to.

Sir, are you alright?

- What the fuck do
you care, huh?

[horse whinnies]

[building tense music]

Gladys! Gladys!

[groans]

Are you okay?

- I'm fine. I just, uh, caught
my foot as I was coming out.

I'm such
a blunderbuss sometimes.

It's a big day, the
master's stressed. I'm fine.

- No, you're not. I will
have a stern word with him.

- No, no, don't
say a word to him,

don't say a thing to Mr.
Garvey or I won't live a day.

Help me up.

[grunts]

I have some errands to run.

You're a true gentleman.

A true gentleman, indeed.

Mrs. Simcoe?

Mrs. Simcoe?

Regina!

[sighs]

[Regina]: Only justice
renders vengeance unnecessary.

You're the one man I've met
capable of achieving that here.

But my days of waiting are done.

I do.

I do, Basil my love.

Today's the first day
of the rest of our lives...

[Guard]: Ladies, wake up!

This ain't no private inn.

[eerie choral music]

I'm here, my love.

Jesus Christ!

[distant screeching]

Please, Basil.

I know what I did was wrong.

But spare me.

Please.

- My daughter deserves
to have a mother.

- You should have thought of
that before you threatened me.

Why would I care about
the daughter of a whore?

Why would I care

about either one of you?

[struggling grunts]

[moans]

[heavy door closes]

What the fuck
is going on here?

Verdi?

What have you done to her?

[impact grunts]

[screams]

[pained groans]

Fuck!

Fuck, bitch!

[groans]

Verdi!

It's not you, is it?!

[pained groans]

But, but you love me!

[Widow screams]

[impact grunts]

[Basil gagging]

[groans]

[pained grunts]

- No one you've owned
will love you.

- No one you've hurt
will help you.

[grunts]

- Pastor!
Look what she's done to me!

In your goddamn church!

- No confession of yours
will absolve you.

- I should have hanged
you with your father.

- Detective!
Detective, here she is.

Here's The Widow.
With her cronies.

They're all with her.
Arrest them. Everyone!

- No law of this land
will spare you.

- Why are you here
if not to help me?

You?

My vow and my hand

will kill you.

Rijkers, I demand justice.

- Thanks to you, she is all
we have left of justice.

[screams]

- Where was the justice
for Margaret Mehar?

[screams]

- Where was the justice
for my mother?

- Where was the justice for
anyone here?

The only way to bring back
justice now is vengeance!

[all screaming]

[all screaming]

[heavy breathing]

[panting]

[church bells ring]

[building choral music]