All language subtitles for Penny Dreadful - S01E07 - Possession

Previously on Penny Dreadful...

There are tremors around us.

Hidden music.

Some might be more attuned
to them than others.

What do those people do?

Those who have been chosen?

Amunet and Amun-Ra.

If they ever came together, Amunet
would become the mother of evil.

You are not Sir Malcolm.

Serpent.

Deceiver, Prince of Darkness,
Devil of the Pit?

You've always been drawn
to the dark whisper.

There are things within us all
that can never be unleashed.

Where've you been all night?

I went outwith Mr Gray.

He's a devil, that one.

The medal around my neck.

Would you wear it for me?

"No more let Life divide"

"what Death can join together."

You're pretty goddamn sure
you know what's going on all the time.

There are things you can't control.

At the end of the day, the only thing
we have is the people we trust.

And you trust her?

You better start doing the same,

or get ready to lose a lot of battles.

Vanessa,
I have a lot to tell you.

I haven't been honest
with you about...

To be beautiful is to be almost dead,
isn't it?

The lassitude of the perfect woman,

the languid ease,

the obeisance,

spirit-drained,

anaemic,

pale as ivory and weak as a kitten.

There's a brisk trade for
photographs of dead women,

did you know that?

In certain quarters.

The corpses
are improved with cosmetics,

then posed in postures
of abject surrender

and photographed.

The men circulate the pictures
and pleasure themselves.

Such exquisiteness.

Vanessa?

Do you hear me?

Of course.

Last evening, you went into

a spell, or a fit of a kind,
unlike previously.

Did I?

How arresting.

It was unnatural.

Do you not remember?

You've been asleep since.

Who dressed me?

Sembene and myself.

- Did you make the tea then?
- What?

No. Sembene did.

And you dressed me?

Yes.

Like when I was a girl?

No, you didn't dress me as a girl.
How silly of me.

You weren't there to dress me,
were you?

You were away on some trek or other.

Who could keep them straight?

We tried to follow your progress
on that map

in the solarium with little red pins,

but you were in terra incognita.

That's where you said you were going.

What adventure in those words.

Do you feel you are there again,
Father?

Mina?

Somewhat.

Fat Mother wept, of course.

Is there anything more comical
than a fat woman weeping?

It never quite comes off.

You loathed her fatness.

Unlike those other women.

But fat Mother wept because
she missed you, and feared for you.

Wept and wept and then she bit into
her pillow so we wouldn't hear her,

and then she turned
to laudanum to sleep at all.

Poor fat thing.

Tell me about the other women.

Not Mrs Ives, I know all about her.

You might have attended
the funeral at least.

For decency's sake!

You stop this right now.

It's that face, is it?

The hard face for the niggers.

Scare them into obeying.

The porters and slaves.

But we were speaking of the women.

They were as follows.

The whores in Zanzibar
when you landed,

mostly North-African so almost white.

Then the native women along the way.

They enjoyed you pawing at them.
Or you convinced yourself they did.

You made Peter fuck them
to prove he was a man.

He didn't enjoy it,
but he would do anything for you.

Except make a proper
off spin bowler like you wanted.

So on you went, tribe to tribe,
father and son, fucking the Maasai,

Mamohela, the Bangweulu,
the Bantu, the Burundi!

Honestly,
I'm sorry they've troubled you.

I'm quite well again.

And where did you receive
your medical degree, Dr Ives?

Would you excuse us?

Go on, Sir Malcolm.

He fears for my modesty I think.

May I make a discreet examination?

Discretion always.

What happened to your lip?

Sembene thought it necessary
to sedate me.

You've a steady pulse.

Yes, I believe I am still alive.

Would you come into the light for me?

And look up,

to the left,

to the right.

I fear I'm not looking my best.

Nonsense.

Your visual responses
are perfectly adequate.

High praise.

No wonder you're not married.

May I listen to your heart?

Such as it is.

- It's cold.
- I'm sorry.

I always forget that with the living.

Deep breaths.

What happened downstairs?

I couldn't rightly say.

Then wrongly say.

I don't remember.

It's a shambles.

Is it?

There was violence.

There usually is.

When's that?

When I go away.

Where do you go?

I don't know!

Meaning you will soon
bring in an alienist.

No.

I don't favour that.

Nor I.

You must eat something.

I'm not hungry for soup.

Well, I'm sure they will give you
anything you like.

Cornish game hen,

expertly carved
by a beautiful boy in a restaurant.

You have very clean hands.

Yes, I suppose so.

Do you value cleanliness?

I suppose I do.

That's why you're a virgin.

Or maybe not.

Who can tell about such things?
Such hidden things.

Such secrets we all have,
don't we, Doctor?

There's a line from Shelley
that haunts me.

A single line, from Adonais.

I can't seem to get it out of my head.

"No more let Life divide"

"what Death can join together."

Your clean hands are trembling.

Are you afraid?

Not of you.

You think you know a greater demon?

Tell me of him,

or shall I tell you?

Is the examination over?

It has not yet begun.

I've called Mr Chandler to assist us.

It has happened before,
but never to this extent.

She fights it as best she can.

- What brings on the fits?
- I don't know.

Emotion of some kind.

- What brought on this one?
- I don't know.

I must ask you a difficult question.

Has she experienced
sexual trauma in her life?

I've no idea.

Is she intact?

I wouldn't have thought so.

I place no judgment on that.

I have no interest in your judgment.

Miss Ives is manifesting
a deep psychosexual responsiveness.

I would say
the root of her condition lies there.

In guilt.

Something or someone has triggered it.

Well, last night she went out
with a young man.

All right.

Let's imagine this.

She has an erotic encounter
with this man.

Perhaps her first, we don't know.

And it evolves into
some sort of sexual extremity

or perversity that produces
feelings of guilt or shame.

That might stimulate a psychological
break or dissociation which...

Did you bring your weapons?

- Yes.
- Come.

My God.

Mr Chandler.

Forgive me. I am not myself.

My dear Miss Ives.

Can I help you in any way?

You have no idea
how I fight this thing,

but it is

adamantine.

What thing?

This thing inside me.

No one has taken my hand
so sweetly for many years.

May I ask you a question, Mr Chandler?

Of course.

Did you fuck him or did he fuck you?

The beautiful boy of our dreams.
The irresistible one.

You know who I mean.

He fucked you, didn't he?

God damn, did you enjoy it?

I think we'll tell Brona.

Yeah.

We'll tell Brona.

Of course,

she already knows the boy.

Didn't she tell ya?

I'm so sorry.

He fucked her while she bled.

I don't need to tell you
how much she enjoyed it.

Ask her to show you the pictures.

The sedative, Doctor.

Is the child killer back for more?

No sons for you to kill here, Malcolm!

Help me! Help me.

Keep your hands off me, virgin doctor!

Restrain her!

Leave her!

You imbeciles!

Leave her to me!

You men, you men, you men!

What's wrong with her?

She's been possessed by the Devil.

Fuck me.

Or a devil. Who can say?

There is a pantheon I believe.

Well, you're a doctor. Do something!

This is a bit beyond
my usual practice.

There is, I believe,
a larger plan at work here.

Something beyond even
the monstrousness we have witnessed.

I spoke to an Egyptologist
who suggested the creature we seek

might believe Miss Ives to be
an incarnation of the goddess Amunet.

Should that creature take hold of her,
it would unleash untold horrors.

For Christ's sake,
we gotta get her a priest.

Don't be insulting.

Might as well call a witch doctor
or an old gypsy woman.

Shut the fuck up.

No priest.
We cannot bring anyone else into this.

So what's the plan?

We keep her alive
while she fights this thing.

We show her she is not alone.

Remember what you said to me?

"At the end of the day,"

"the only thing we really have
is the people we trust."

She trusts us.

Will you stay and help us?

You know I will.

Did you understand
the words she said to me?

It was Arabic.

She said, "Let me die."

Mr Chandler.

Miss Ives.

You're awake.

So it would seem.

How long have I been asleep?

A week more or less.

Though you do wake up
and get feisty every now and then.

I can only imagine.

Is there water?

I'm not going to hurt you.

It gets pretty rough sometimes.

Our friend, the doctor,

thinks we might have to restrain you
to keep you from hurting yourself.

He would, wouldn't he?

You don't know what it's like
having this thing inside me.

Always scratching.

That's an awful word,
but that's what it feels like.

An animal scratching to get out.

Should we get you a priest?

Someone to talk to? Would that help?

I don't know.

I've fallen from the faith.

But, yes. Yes.

Then we will.

I don't remember what happens really,

but some things I do.

You've been kind.

Everybody.

Not like you.

I might have fallen in love with you.

You don't mind me saying that?

You still might.

Don't let me hurt anyone.

I won't.

They won't stop me.
They haven't the heart for it.

But you do.

When the moment comes,
look into my eyes,

and pull the trigger.

And send you to heaven?

If you believe in that.

I do.

But I believe in the other place more.

'Course,
I know that place pretty well.

You might say it's where I was flung

when your fucking cunt of a God
cast me out.

You don't recognise
your old friend, Vanessa?

So it's this game again?

I thought you liked games.

You certainly did with Mr Gray.

Am I meant to give you a name again?

Is it Satan now?

Or do you fashion yourself
Lucifer, the Fallen Angel?

That's how you fashion me.

How pitiable you are!

Forever hiding your face
in the guise of others.

Are you afraid?

Always.

But do you know
what I fear most of all?

A life thwarted.

Greatness promised,
but never achieved.

If your goal is to have me surrender
to you, that day will never come.

I could kill you.

Choke out your life.

Seize up the heart.

Then do it!

You can't resist me forever, darlin'.

But I can now.

Say I kill them downstairs.

Do it!

My soul remains my own.

Tell me what you want of me right now.
No more evasions.

I want you to be the mother of evil.

I want you
to rule the darkness with me.

At my side.

Looking over a black,

scorched, dead world.

Where there is no more pain,

because there are
no more hearts to feel.

We have eaten them all, thee and me.

And together we will conquer God.

Topple him from his bloody throne,

and rule in his stead.

Everlasting.

Darkling.

Listen.

Have you thought about my offer?

Coming to Africa?

Don't need the glory.

Don't underestimate
the value of prestige.

For Christ's sake!
What are you trying to prove?

That you're still young?
That you're still relevant?

Or are you just running away again?

Something you know intimately.

- Don't.
- Getting angry?

Fuck you!

That mysterious past of yours.

How far can you run?

You know what, I have a father!
I don't need another one!

And you had a son and you killed him.

Am I missing anything?

Lord, are we ever
getting out of this house?

Do you know why I must go to Africa?

I don't care.

Yes, you do.

I buried my son Peter
on the shores of Lake Tanganyika.

He was like a skeleton.

The insects had gotten to him.

I carried him to the grave
and put him in.

He weighed practically nothing.

And then I left,

because I still had to survey
the northern end of the lake

to ascertain if any of the outlets
might be the source of the Nile.

It's a fever, this Nile quest,
as I told you.

I am returning
to bring my son's body home.

At least that's what
you tell yourself.

Yes, that's what I tell myself.

You're not that good.

I know.

We must restrain her
or she'll kill herself.

Don't let me hurt you!
Please! Quickly!

Morphine?

Yep.

Is it an addiction?

Yes.

Caused by what?

Pain.

My turn upstairs.

How is she?

Sleeping, I think.

Good.

The best thing.

And for you, too.

So what the hell do we do now?

I'm going to try a transfusion
in the morning,

some vitamins, essential proteins.

That'll keep her alive
to fight on anyway.

"Fight on."

But for all our efforts,
we may have to let her go.

Go where?

- Do you believe in God?
- No.

I Wish I did.

I believe in everything but God.

I have to tell you something,

I'm not sure Sir Malcolm
is being honest with us.

- About what?
- Miss Ives.

I know he doesn't want her to die,

but I'm not quite sure
why he wants her to live.

He cares for her.

She's like a daughter.

No. She's not.

That's the problem.

You know the saddest thing I ever saw?

When the army pacifies a native tribe,

they take the children away.

They cut off their hair,

which is a source of
spiritual strength to them, you see.

They take away their medicine bags,

they give them new names.

John Smith. William Sherman.

Then they ship them East
to boarding school.

Awful.

That's not the worst.

Sometimes a John Smith
or William Sherman would escape

and make it back to their home tribe.

Well, they've
forgotten their language,

their stories.

They are unwelcome.

So what do they do?

They don't fit in either world.

Like Miss Ives?

Like Miss Ives.

So what do they do?

They roam

and they die.

It's snowing.

Can I ask you a favour?

It's heavier than you thought.

You'll get used to that.

The trick is not pulling the barrel up
when you're aiming

because of the weight.

Point the gun down,

and carefully pull back the hammer
with your other hand.

So lethal.

You'll get used to that, too.

Now raise the gun
and point it down there.

Now put your finger
on the trigger very gently,

like you're touching a lady's neck.

Well, like surgery, then.

Now this is going to be very loud.

When I tell you,

I want you to take an easy breath out
and then an inhale.

At the top of the inhale, I want you
to gently squeeze the trigger.

Don't jerk it, just gently squeeze.

Easy exhale.

And inhale.

Fire. All right!

Again?

Go crazy, Dr F.

Take it easy, Annie Oakley.

You do it.

- No, no, no, no, no, no.
- Go on.

Look, I was
a professional sharpshooter.

You know you want to.

What about a rifle?
Do you have a rifle?

Sir Malcolm
is inquiring about the noise.

We're in trouble with Dad.

This is good.

I picked up the rudiments of cooking
on the trail back home.

Always thought myself
a dab hand at the spices.

In America, yes?

New Mexico Territory mostly.

But all over, really.

California,
all the way to the Pacific.

When I first saw the ocean,

I thought it must be a lake.

Nothing could be so large.

Not even the Mountains of the Moon.

So, what's your story?

- I have no story.
- Is that so?

Looking at you, here in London,

I would think you have a story.

No.

I have a theory.

I think Sir Malcolm saved your life

and you owe him.

That's why you're here.

Or I saved his and now
he is my responsibility.

Guess it comes down to
much the same thing.

We all owe each other in the end.

Like her.

Like her.

You should call a priest.

Do you believe in God?

I believe in everything.

Vanessa, can you hear me?

Vanessa...

Vanessa, can you hear me?

Yes.

I know you're very tired
and that you just want to sleep,

but I think you can help us.

You're now in a very special place.

Between our world and another,

perhaps between life and death itself.

As is our Mina.

You must be close to her.

Reach out to her.

Find her.

Don't...

You must. We might never
have this chance again.

All Of this...

- You wanted it.
- No.

You allowed it to continue.

Please, just try.

How cruel you are.

Find her.

Get the fuck away from her.

Whatever game you think you're playing
I've had enough!

We need to end this.

- Ethan, hold on.
- We have to get her a priest.

Tonight. Right now!

We can bring no one else into this.
What might she do to them?

Like that?

You know she is not always like that.

She is dying.

The battle's over. We lost. Or it won.
Who gives a fuck?

It's time to do what she wants.

She wants to die.

Then let her.

You mean a priest for the last rites?

Yes.

Or for the ritual of exorcism.

Stop it!

She's a Catholic.

If she believes in it,
it might help her!

Have you not a single shred
of decency left?

You know nothing!

Is that what happens when you murder
your way across a continent?

Stop it!

You've got a girl dying in there.

Not some monster with fangs.

You want a daughter? There she is.

Get the priest.

Sir Malcolm, I swear to Christ

if she's right,

if you let all this happen
so that you could manipulate her,

I'll rip your throat out.

Will you give me something?

- What?
- To stay awake.

This is a cocaine derivative.

They used to give it to me as a child.

I had asthma.

Did it work?

Yes.

But it left a taste for narcotics.

The manipulation of the body
through science.

In Africa, I was famous
for eschewing drugs.

Form of weakness, I thought.

My son died there because
we lost our medicine,

or the porters ran off with it,
I don't remember.

God,

I honestly don't remember.

I left him at base camp and went off.

When I returned, he was dead.

He had asked me to name
a mountain after him.

The Murray Mountains in the Congo.

When the time came
to claim the range,

and affix a proper English name to it,
I mean...

I wasn't thinking of him.

I named it for myself.

No, Doctor.

I haven't a shred of decency left.

Thank you.

Father Matthews,
Dr Victor Frankenstein.

- Doctor.
- Father.

Thank you for coming.

It is a duty to which I am accustomed.

Where is the woman?

Before we go up,
there's more we should tell you.

Come this way, please.

Sir Malcolm, with respect,

I need only know if she's been through
the sacrament of baptism

and is in good standing
with the Holy Church of Rome.

And thereby hangs a tale.

It's rather
more complicated than that.

We believe...

Have cause to believe

that she is being controlled
by another force,

a power beyond our understanding.

It's our hope that you might be able
to make progress where we have failed.

You are talking about
the ritual of exorcism?

Yes.

It's forbidden by canon law

without the express permission
from the Church of Rome.

It will not be forthcoming.

Meet her at least.

I can deliver extreme unction,
I can hear her confession,

and I can administer the last rites.

More than that is impossible.

Give her the last rites
and get the fuck out of this house,

you ridiculous man.

I will do my duty and nothing more.

Come this way.

Do what you're here for.

Get him a chair.

Do you understand my words?

Are you a Roman Catholic?

Do you follow the teachings
of Mother Rome

and her ministers on Earth?

What's her name?

Vanessa.

My name is Father Matthews.
Do you know why I'm here, Vanessa?

You were baptised and confirmed
in the Church of Rome?

Are you prepared
to take extreme unction

and to make your confession?

I knew.

I knew a Matthew.

Dr Christopher Matthew Banning.

He tortured me with water, too.

I knew another Matthew.

In the ancient days.

He was a tax collector.

He died near Hierapolis.

It was very hot and sunny.

I nailed him on the sticks upside down
so he would come to me faster,

so he would see it.

Get him out!

Get him out!

Get him out! Get him out!

Vanessa...

I know you're still there.

I'm not gonna leave you.

Vanessa.

Vanessa, please!

I beg you.

Now.

Please.

Please.

I beg you.

Do it.

There cannot be a happy end,

for claw will slash
and tooth will rend.

There cannot be a happy end,

for claw will slash
and tooth will rend.

There cannot be a happy end,

for claw will slash
and tooth will rend.

There cannot be a happy end,

for claw will slash
and tooth will rend.

You should be in bed.

I know where Mina is.