All language subtitles for Penny Dreadful - S01E02 - Séance

Previously on Penny Dreadful...

What might I do for you?

I have a need for a gentleman

who's not hesitant
to engage in dangerous endeavours.

- This is the individual?
- Yes.

We're looking for someone.

Do not be amazed at anything you see.

- It's not her.
- She's not here.

Is there another creature like that?

Tell me what this is all about.

Sir Malcolm's daughter was taken by
a creature such as the one we killed.

To save her, I would murder the world.

- Join me, Doctor.
- Why me?

Because you were unafraid to
pull back the skin and look beneath.

Hold on, what's this?

The source of the writing.

It's from the Egyptian
Book of the Dead.

The body you brought was not human.

- Are there more?
- At least one.

You seem to be a freethinker
who might imagine a world

where science and superstition
walk hand-in-hand.

My name

is Victor Frankenstein.

Carnage.

It's like a battlefield.

Damn him that did it. Right to hell.

Take the top sail down!

Wait for the next tide!

Tie it up.

One of those nights, has it been?

Do you have any whisky?

The more pertinent question
might be as follows.

Do you have money?

Much as you like, friend.

We should give you a name.

You're a form of new mankind,
so perhaps Adam.

No.

Theological connotations
aren't very us, are they?

I know.
You shall choose your own name.

My mother taught me many things.

Among the most useful,

is one must always have
Shakespeare close to hand.

Your turn.

"Proteus."

Proteus.

Proteus.

No. I'm sorry.

I have to leave you now.

I won't be long.

I have an appointment
to make some money.

After all, I have
two mouths to feed now.

No, no. You stay.

I'll be back presently.

Proteus.

It's all right.

I'll be here again before you know it.

Well, nice to meet you, too.

And you.

- What happened to your hand?
- Long story.

Lucky it's early.

Challenging night.

Aren't you mysterious?

Other than the damnable
goddamn sailors,

we don't get your kind in here much.

You mean Americans?

That'll serve.

I was employed here
in the entertainment business.

Jesus, you're not an actor, are you?

- Not precisely.
- Praise the Lord for that.

I knew an actor once.

Always sucking up the oxygen
from the room, he was.

I was ever faint.

Are you still in the theatre?

I don't think so.

What trade do you have then?

Well, I can shoot the ace
out of a playing card at 50 paces.

Well, that'll come in useful,
I'm sure.

You'd be surprised.

Not much surprises me.

I see you live here, I take it?

Upstairs.

It's palatial.

You been in London long?

A couple of years.

I came in search of those
green pastures you hear tell about.

I tried it in the looming trade,

but it's all industrial now,
with the big machines.

I worked over
in a factory in Shoreditch,

but 'twas a dispiriting endeavour.

One by one, we were all
replaced by better new machines.

It's no harm.

There is always a way to make a living
when you've a bit of flesh,

isn't there?

I couldn't say.

I'll bet you could.

Me lungs are buggered.

I'd like to say it was from the dire
working conditions of the factory.

It's more likely God being
a right playful fucker.

I'm Ethan Chandler.

Brona Croft.

- Brona?
- It's Gaelic.

What does it mean?

Sadness.

Thank you for the breakfast,
Mr Chandler.

Properly fortified.

I'm off to look for work
that a machine can't do.

Yet, anyway.

Do you have any rooms available?

He's here.

Unbutton the top of your dress.

Dr Frankenstein.

Thank you for coming.

You remember Miss Ives?

- How do you do?
- Doctor.

This way.

And how go your researches, Doctor?

I would say distinctly promising.

You are unusually jovial, sir.

The caprices of science, Miss Ives.

God.

How did you remove the skin?

Carrion beetles.

- Essex?
- Suffolk.

Fair enough.

Well,

this won't last forever,
so let's get to it.

- Blood, you say?
- If you would.

Have you translated the hieroglyphics?

I went about it.

They're apparently from
the Egyptian Book of the Dead.

Do you know it?

Not intimately.

But I've studied theology
over the years.

The ancient Egyptian religions
were unique in a way.

They had a singular goal.

Not transmutation to an afterlife,
but something even more profound.

Eternal life.

But I'm no expert.

We're seeing a specialist.

Friday, in fact.
I'll let you know what we discover.

That won't be necessary.

I'm only a dabbler.

Romantic poetry, Doctor?

Man does not live only
in the empirical world.

We must seek the ephemeral.

Or why live?

"If this belief from heaven be sent,"

"if such be Nature's holy plan"

"Have I not reason to lament"

"What man has made of man?"

Well, I can confirm that it's
human blood, or at least vertebrate.

It has the standard
erythrocytes and thrombocytes.

The more unusual properties
are beyond my expertise.

You'll want to speak to
a haematologist.

Then I'll engage one
and you'll consult with him.

I'm not sure that I have the time.

- My own work...
- No, you will.

Your remittance.

I hope it's satisfactory.

I'm sure it will be.

Good afternoon, Sir Malcolm.
Miss Ives.

If you discover anything pertinent
in the hieroglyphics, let me know.

Or even something ephemeral.

What was all that poetry?

Our young doctor has a secret.

Thank you so much for coming.

My name is Dorian Gray.

Inspector,
Sir Malcolm Murray is outside.

Well, show him in.

Sir Malcolm, how do you do? Sit down.

Inspector Galsworthy,
pleasure to meet you.

This is my man, Sembene.

How may I be of service to you?

I wish to know more about
the Spitalfields murders.

So do many people.

I'm not many people.

Nonetheless,
our investigations are private.

A couple murdered
on the street in Hackney a month ago,

then a family slaughtered
in the heart of the metropolis.

You need all the help I can give you.

Can you help?

Are these from Spitalfields?

They're not for the faint-hearted.

My heart's never fainted.

They were Welsh,
in the vegetable trade,

mother and daughter.

Not an enemy in the world
that we know of.

He took an arm
and some of the internal organs.

Which organs?

Liver, kidney,
and some of the reproductive matters.

And you have no suspects?

A hundred, and none.

Now that the newspapers
and penny dreadfuls have taken it up,

we have lunatics coming out
of the woodwork to confess.

Every man jack in the East End,
pointing the finger at everyone else.

Were they drained of blood?

Excuse me?

Were they drained of blood?

No.

How old was she, the daughter?

Seven.

What was her name?

Charlotte.

Charlotte.

- Is it the Ripper, back again?
- Unlikely.

He only did whores.

When the next one occurs, I shall need
to see the crime scene immediately.

- Will there be a next time?
- Assuredly.

Thank you for your time, Inspector.

When I have information
to share with you, I promise I shall.

I'll tell you one thing though,
and you can take it to heart,

if you don't change your tactics,
you'll never stop him.

You see, you're hunting for a man.

You need to start hunting for a beast.

Would you remove your corset,
Miss Croft?

There's blood.

Is it consumption?

Shall I go, sir?

Not unless you want to.

May I?

Sir, you shouldn't.

I don't know the word.

I mean, my sickness, sir.

Expose your plates, Mr Frawley.

You don't mind?

No.

I've never fucked
a dying creature before.

Do you feel things more deeply,
I wonder?

Do you feel pain?

Do you?

Find out.

Stamp this for me, will you?

Cable for you, sir.

"Ethan, it's time
for you to come home."

"You can't run away forever."

"I can handle your legal problems.
The Federal Marshal has been paid."

"Stop your foolishness,
and do as I instruct."

"Your father."

The times was hard and the wages low

Leave her, Johnny, leave her

But now once more, ashore we'll go

And it's time for us to leave her

Do you

recognise

that?

- Boat.
- Boat.

Boat.

Do you recognise that? That animal?

Whale.

Yes, it's a whale.

A sea creature.

Whale.

Whale.

Hunting.

It's all right.

Calm down.

Did you kill a whale?

You know the word.

- Proteus.
- Perhaps this was your trade.

You could've been a whaler,
as I am a doctor.

You needn't feel ashamed of that.

Kill.

Yes, I know.

As you grow up,

you'll learn we all do things
which cause us shame.

Sins we have committed.

Thank you, Proteus.

Victor.

Leave her

But now once more ashore we'll go

And it's time for us to leave her

Sir Malcolm!

Sir Malcolm.

Miss Ives.

I'm so glad you could attend.

Thank you for coming to my wee fete.

Thank you for having us.

I have the additional photographs
in my coach.

How forthright he is.

Must have served him well
in darkest Africa.

My wife is somewhere about,

close by the gin, I would hazard.

In the parlour, perhaps.

Why don't you make an introduction?

Of course, Sir Malcolm.

Come along. Let's just stroll,
see what wickedness we can find.

My name is Dorian Gray.

Vanessa Ives.

It's a pleasure, Miss Ives.

I couldn't help but notice
your scepticism.

Am I sceptical?

About the room.

Rather aggressive in the chinoiserie,

and geographically capricious,
to say the least.

In this one room, there's Japanese,
Siamese, Egyptian, Balinese,

and something I take to be
last season's panto of Aladdin.

Are you a friend of Mr Lyle's?

Never met him before tonight.
It was more of a random invitation.

- Do you get many of those?
- Entirely.

You could say no.

I never say no.

I wasn't sceptical about the room.

What then?

Shall I guess?

Have on, Mr Gray.

You do not belong here.

Even less than l.

You are not frivolous.

Your eye is careful and appraising.

This is not a careful room,
although there is much to appraise.

That can divert you for only so long.

You do not like it here.
You are closed to it.

Yet

you're the only woman in this house
not wearing gloves.

Your hands want to touch,

but your head wants to appraise.

Your heart is torn between the two.

You were sceptical because you thought
this was going to be a wasted evening,

but now you're not so sure.

Ladies and gentlemen,
your attention, please.

Your attention...

Please, you must pay attention to me.

My friends,
our guest of honour has arrived.

May I present the renowned
Madame Kali!

So come along.
Come along around the table.

Those of you without fear.

We need at least
eight people of courage.

Well done, well done, well done.
Excellent! Sit.

Sir Malcolm, take a seat.

Splendid.

Sit. Sit.

Gentlemen,
please remove your jewellery.

What's going on?

Ladies, please remove your gloves.

I believe we're about to
commune with the spirits.

This is such fun.

Please, join hands.

I ask forbearance.

I ask you to suspend your disbelief,

and imagine your minds
floating in the darkness of time.

Let your imaginations be liberate

and roam with me

back in time to the ancient seas.

Back in time to the time
before when the spirits walked,

when the sun was new
and the old gods walked.

I call forth Mut, Mother Goddess.

I call to the speakers of the dead.

Come to me. Come to me.

What summoned me?

I speak for the dead.

For the undying.

There's another here.

There's

another here.

What does she mean?

Amunet.

Amunet.

Amunet.

Amunet. Serpent. Hidden One.

Know your master.
Your lover. Your master.

Father.

Father, mine, let me come with you.

What a ripping time we'll have.

Let me come with you.
It'll be an adventure.

You'll teach me!

I'll prove myself a proper explorer.

Peter loves you, Father.

But, Father, if the porters go,
how are we to survive?

I'm not frightened, I'm not.

What an adventure.
It's so green, so beautiful.

But the porters are dying
and I can't go on, I'm sick.

Is it the dysentery?

I'm bleeding.

Oh, God, I'm bleeding.

I'm shitting blood now.

I have no more clean trousers.
I'm sorry.

I'll stay at base camp.
You go. Leave me.

Will you name a mountain after me?

Are you proud of me?

Go!

Good bye.

I'll see you soon, Father.

Father.

Cold.

Close the window, my true love

And gently drops the rain

I have never had but one true love

lam

weak.

Can't feel my hands.

And there's no water.

I can't swallow.

You knew I was dying.

Didn't you, Father?

Did you name a mountain

after me?

Amunet, girl?

No, much older.

Father, Mina's waiting.

No!

I wonder...

I wonder when was the moment
you knew you wanted to fuck her?

And why were you not more discreet?

Vanessa heard you. The two of you.

She heard you fucking
and she was curious.

She walked closer, she rounded
the corner and discovered you,

the two of you, you know, fucking.

Fucking her cunt.

Vanessa saw that.

Fucking animal.

Betrayer! Creature!

I look into his eyes and they are
red with blood like from Peter's arse.

His lips are red like blood
from her cunt when you fucked her.

His teeth are sharp like yours
when you bit her cunt.

And it's so cold and dark
and wet like the jungle.

Like tears, I am crying.

I am so afraid, Father.

Find me! Find me! Save me! Save me!

Breakfast, Miss Croft?

Our usual repast?

I won't say no.

And call me Brona, will ya?
The way you say that is ridiculous.

"Mizz Croft."

There's no "Z" in it.

Just being laconic, I suppose.

- Like all Americans.
- Precisely.

So how goes the job hunt?

Employment on your feet
is hard to come by.

I've found a bit of a sideline though.

Photographic subject, don't you know?

For the calendars and such?

If you keep your calendar
in a whorehouse.

The pictures are a tad risqué.

What Will the bishop think?

And what about you?

Don't you need to be pursuing work?

I have work.

I am a

maritime supervisor.

I sit here and make sure
all the boats get past OK.

Almost had a collision last night.

It was thrilling.

- You eaten?
- No.

Let me buy us some real breakfast.

I've got to sleep, but thanks.

Well, how about dinner tonight?

You're not mistaking me

for a sweet little debutante
at the summer fair, are you?

That kind never did take my interest.

You like things back-alley.

I like things to be what they are.

Then dinner it is.

Anywhere but here.

Well, I don't know London much.

I do.

I'm not asking her back.

Although she put Madame Kali
to shame, I must say.

It was a riveting performance.

The dilettantes among
the company were outraged.

But if one is to engage with
the primordial forces of darkness,

one must expect a bit of
social awkwardness.

Although the language!

MY apologies.

My wife...

Mortified.

Although the gin helped.

All right, then, let me see them.

Yes, these are the three I've seen.

You've had some of this
translated, haven't you?

- No.
- No?

This figure, the snake-headed one,
that's Amunet,

who performed such a spectacular
star turn last night.

Who is she?

A goddess, "The Hidden One."

Why "The Hidden One"?

Because despite her outward divinity,
she had a monster within her,

not unlike your Miss Ives.

This is new.

What do you mean?

This hasn't been seen
before by anyone.

- How do you know?
- Because it's impossible.

Is there more of this? More pictures?

Yes.

I'm going to ask you to do something.

Wherever you came across this,
whatever your interest,

whatever need you think you have,

you must forget you ever saw it.

First, you tell me why.

Amunet was the consort of Amun-Ra,
one of the great gods.

He was the first Hidden One.

The original Serpent Prince.

So named not for any particular
reptilian qualities,

but for the power of rebirth,
like a snake shedding its skin.

Everlasting, perpetual life.

Sustained by feeding
on the souls of others.

Amunet and Amun-Ra
never appear in the same incantation.

It is inconceivable
in pharaonic religion to conjoin them.

Their narratives
are kept completely separate.

- Why?
- Because,

if they ever came together,

Amunet would become
the mother of evil.

All light would end
and the world would live in darkness.

The Hidden Ones would emerge and rule.

Amunet, Amun-Ra conjoined.

This is a spell,

foretelling the annihilation of man
and the coming of the beast.

I would not tell Miss Ives this.

After all,

who wants to know
they're hunted by the devil?

How long?

Victor, how long do we walk?

Long walk, yes? Victor, yes?

Everything in one day.

One night.

It's coming to night now, not day.

Night. Night. Yes, night.

Why are you slow?

Now listen, Proteus.

This is your first time
outside of this room

and it's all going to be
very new to you,

so try to stay calm, yes?

Yes, Victor.

Don't be frightened.

Here it is.

Everything-

Everything-

- Dog.
- Dog.

Dog. Dog.

Spices from the Orient!

Look at these.

A horse.

Warm.

- Hot. Hot. Hot.
- Hot.

No. No, thank you. No, thank you.

- Hat.
- Yeah.

Hat? Hat!

- No. No, no, no.
- Hat.

Chestnut.

Fairy lights.

What?

No, that's something
called gas lighting.

It's an invisible chemical,
which means you can't see it.

It has combustible properties
that produce flame, thus illumination.

Victor, fairy lights.

Who am I to argue?

Frigate.

Sloop.

Scow. Barque. Top sail.
Bowline. Jib boom.

Wife.

What did you say?

On the dock.

Wife.

Doreen.

Victor, what am I?

Tell me.

Tell me.

Doctor.

Sir?

You don't remember.

We met with Sir Malcolm and Miss Ives
where you work.

The American, of course.
How do you do?

Well, thanks.
This is Miss Brona Croft.

- Hello.
- Miss Croft.

This is my friend, Mr Proteus.

Ethan Chandler.

How do you do? My name is Mr Proteus.

And this is Miss Croft.

How do you do, Miss Croft?
My name is Mr Proteus.

- Fine evening, isn't it?
- Yes. Yes, very.

Enjoy the evening,
Mr Chandler, Miss Croft.

Chestnut?

Thank you. That's very kind.

Enjoy the fairy lights.

I always do.

What?

And what else?

Then we saw the frigate

and the sloop.

And the barque.

Then we met

Mr Ethan Chandler
and Miss Brona Croft,

our friends on the river...

Well, perhaps not friends.

Passing acquaintances, more like.

- Why?
- Friends are something different.

They're people
you've known for a while,

you're comfortable with, close to.

Like Victor.

Yes.

Will I have many?

If you're lucky.

I shall have many.

Ten.

More than 10, if we...

Your firstborn has returned.

Father.