All language subtitles for S.A.2014_2

Why do you care so much
what happens to me?

Because

the very thought of you locked
away in this madhouse

is abhorrent to everything
that I believe,

as a doctor and...
and as a man.

Excuse me.

For Christ's sake, Swanwick,
will you give it up?

We have as much chance
of escaping that way

as a man clawing his way
out of his own grave.

Maybe so, but at least it won't say on
my gravestone what it'll say on yours.

"He died like a dog
in the dark. "

You done it.
You done it.

Get to town.
Quick. Hurry.

Get help.
Hurry.

I still don't get why he's
walking around.

He should be down in a
cage with the others.

I cannot continue to run this
bloody asylum on my own.

I need an assistant.
I thought that was me.

With medical training.

How hard can it be
to play a doctor?

"Turn your head and cough. "

"Bend over, young lady,
while I take a little look at you. "

Your talents are better suited
to other duties.

Like making sure the dipsomaniacs
keep the bloody boilers stoked.

Bloody icebox in here.

What's he got on you?

What are you talking about?

You haven't been the same
since he showed up.

I suppose I feel a certain sense
of duty towards him.

He has the makings
of a fine asylum doctor.

Reminds me of myself, a...
headstrong, idealistic.

Ah.

Fetch another, would you?

I sense a kindred
spirit in him.

I believe he may understand what
I'm trying to accomplish here.

Yeah, well, how understanding
is he going to be

if he discovers Salt
and all them others?

Come the New Year, that won't
matter any longer.

There'll be nothing to discover.

I tell you, I don't trust
that little gutterfuck.

He's up to something.

Perhaps I'm wrong about him,

but he's taken a keen interest
in our Lady Graves.

He won't be raising any alarms

unless he has her
on his side.

And that I can assure you
will never happen.

Someone's escaped.

Oi.
Hai!

Here. Here.
Here.

If they reach town,
it's the end of us.

They won't.

Come on.
Come on.

Oh, Lord, no.
No.

Now, now, gentlemen.

You get back.
You bastards.

Back.
Get back.

There's no need
for tears.

You have my word you
won't be harmed.

Is that what you said to
your mother and sister

before you slashed
their throats? Hm?

Aye, Mr. Swan.

But your methods have
cured my madness.

I'm a peaceful man now.

I am.

A veritable... lamb.

No!

It's a sad and shameful
thing that.

Come now, Mr. Swanwick.

Let's get inside before we
all catch our deaths.

Oh, dear.

One of them threw themselves
from Stag's Leap.

And this one came at
me like a banshee.

The horse spooked, reared up and
kicked the old pecker in the nut.

Fell down stone dead.

Suicidal tendencies are not uncommon
amongst the seriously deranged.

As we know.

Finn.

See that the body is buried.
Aye.

Dr. Lamb.

Did he stab himself
in the back as well?

He must have landed on
something when he fell.

Something sharp.

Pity.

No, you can't just
walk away from this.

From what, dear boy?

Sir, if you would only just
examine the body yourself.

I am not a coroner.
Nor are you.

Dr. Lamb, this man
has clearly been...

Killed by a horse.

I have an asylum to run.

And you I believe, Doctor,
have patients to attend to.

This is madness.

What did you say?

I said this is madness.
Madness.

Madness, you say?

How dare you accuse me of
madness in front of my own staff?

I didn't accuse you of anything.

Two patients are dead,
Newgate,

because you were not doing your
duty and watching over them.

Silas.
Where were you, Newgate,

when these two
fellows escaped?

How many more must die
because of your negligence?

Silas!

Nurse, I think we'd better
get ourselves inside.

March 1st, 1891.

This enigma called Silas Lamb
continues to mystify me.

Silas remains mute about
his years as a military surgeon,

the war,

and most of all,
the horrific incident

that had him committed
to this asylum.

No!
No!

And yet he has
no such reservations

when it comes to protesting
what he calls

my "barbaric" methods.

How ironic to be called cruel
by a man such as this,

a man accused
of such atrocities.

No!
No!

When you have found
the thing a man fears most,

you will have discovered
the key to his madness

and the means
to control it.

Silas appears
to fear very little.

But all men have
their breaking points.

And I am bound by my oath
as his doctor to find his.

To cure him

and to make him whole.

I believe Silas enjoys what
he mistakenly believes

is his control over me.

In his tormented mind,
his stay at Stonehearst

is merely a chess match.

And I am his pawn
to move as he sees fit

for his pleasure.

But like most children,
Silas seems to forget

all games must end.

And there is only
one victor.

October 3rd, 1899.

Over the past
nine years now

I have struggled
to determine

what it is that haunts
the soul of Silas Lamb.

A cruel mother?

A sadistic father?

Indifferent God?

I don't claim
to know the answer.

I only know that animals
like Silas Lamb

must be broken

to be made men again.

That's one of my suits
you are wearing.

Fits me well, don't you think?

Of course, I had to
have it taken in a bit.

But then,

you're a stouter
fellow than I am.

Or were.

I suppose I shouldn't
be surprised

that killing unarmed men
in cold blood

hasn't affected
your appetite.

On the contrary.

Their deaths were
most distressing

to myself and my staff.
Staff?

A bunch of inebriates and chronic
masturbators more like it.

Funny I've never seen the harm
in chronic masturbation.

Nevertheless,
I bring condolences

and a recommendation that no
one else repeat their error.

And as a show
of good faith,

I'll increase your rations

and send down
more fresh water.

You see, old friend,
unlike you,

I'm not a cruel man.

Whilst, uh,

whilst I'm here,

I thought you might like a report
on the condition of the patients.

I don't give a damn.

They're not my responsibility
any more.

The melancholiacs
are less lethargic

since being weaned off the large
doses of opium you had them on.

The hysterics
are less listless

now that they don't have you
poking around their private parts.

Even the mongoloids are thriving since
being taken out of their restraints

and put to meaningful
work in the kitchens.

A pity it's all for naught

when they starve to death.

We are sufficiently provisioned.

I'll tell you what I think,
old friend.

I think that you haven't taken
anything for that cough

because you neglected to
lock the medical cabinet

and the opium addicts
got into the laudanum.

And I suspect that
you're wearing that suit

because it's the warmest
suit in my closet,

which comes in very handy
when you have imbeciles

looking after the boilers.

I hope you've enjoyed

pretending to be sane, Silas.

Has this masquerade

helped you to forget
what it was like

blowing those poor boys'
brains through their skulls?

Mr. Finn.
Dr. Lamb.

Find Dr. Newgate.

Have him meet me
in the surgery.

Fine.
Don't eat.

See if I care.
Silly old cow.

Millie.

I'm tired.

I'm tired of being a nurse.

Can't things go back to the
way they were before?

May I try?

Thank you.

Now,

will you try one for me?

He doesn't like the taste of it.
No.

Your son, right?

And he tastes what you taste,
does he?

But how?
Right through the cord.

Do you not see how it stretches
from me out the window to him?

He's off fighting
the Afghans, he is.

You don't want me
to starve, do you,

Mother?

Daniel?

Yes.
Blessed Lord.

Is it really you, Daniel?

Yes, it's me.

Listen, no matter how great
the distance between us,

you will always
be on my mind.

My dearest boy.

Listen, Mother,

I'm afraid I have to
go abroad again

on a secret diplomatic mission
for Her Majesty the Queen.

Where?

I'm not at liberty to say.

But food is very scarce there

so I need you to eat
for the both of us.

Can you do that for me?

For Daniel?

I will.
I will.

That's it.
That's it.

Well done.

Very good.

No, no, no. Go off to bed.
Get some rest.

I still have the bedpans to do.

No, doctor's orders.

Fine.
Go.

Millie, lock the door.

A couple more.

Very good.
That's it.

That's it.

Very good.

Thank you so much.

Millie really needs the rest.

Lamb has her running herself ragged
doing the work of four nurses.

On an empty stomach,
in a ward with no heat.

Well, in a few months
it'll be spring.

In a few months
we may all be dead.

Pneumonia. Typhus.
Starvation.

Finn, even.

Look, Lamb's experiment
is crumbling, Eliza.

Look, he cannot see it because
he's blinded by madness.

But you're not.

When I first arrived here,
Millie could barely speak.

Salt had put her in a morphine
coma to control her.

Lamb took her off all
sorts of medication.

Had her work on the wards.

It was good for her.

She's grown into a capable
young woman.

Yes, with the mind of a child,
but she's alive, Edward.

You love her like your own sister.
Yes.

That's why I can
never leave her.

Well, you don't have to.

Really, you don't have to.

We can go together all three of us.
Together.

Start a new life
away from here.

Where?
Spain, Italy.

Someplace where the sun
is always shining

and the sky is blue, and...
and you can be free

to do whatever
you want to do.

Somewhere you can be
truly, truly alive.

I can make that happen.

I can.

Nothing can get in our way.
Nothing.

My husband can.

If he does,
then I would kill him.

Be careful, Edward.

When you speak like that,
you don't sound like a doctor.

When I'm with you, I...

I forget that I am.

I wouldn't get too
close to that one.

Bit of a biter, she is.

Dr. Lamb requests
your presence.

Where?

Follow me.

Ah, Newgate, just in time.
For what?

To assist me in an experimental
procedure of my own devising

which, when perfected,
I expect to usher in a new era

in the humane treatment
of lunacy.

An unfortunate case.

Believes himself to be the rightful
superintendent of Stonehearst.

It's a common delusion.

Ranks right behind
Napoleon and Jesus Christ.

What are you going do to him?

Treat him, of course.

With Edison's miracle of our age,

we shall banish to history
the straitjackets,

the cold baths,
the nausea machines,

the floggings.

Finn, we will start
with three seconds.

I call it "electrotherapy".

And I think you'll be
fascinated to see

what happens when it is
applied to the subject's brain.

You'll need a stronger stomach

if you expect to practice
asylum medicine.

It may look painful, but I can
assure you he feels nothing.

Yeah, but his heart. A tenth
of that could stop his heart.

You may do the honors
this time, Doctor.

What?
No.

A dose of five seconds
should clinch it.

But, Dr. Lamb, you can't
possibly imagine that I... Do it!

Do it.

And now

you will see

the miraculous effects

of this remarkable
new therapy.

What is your name, sir?

I don't know.

Are you
the superintendent here?

I don't know.

As you can see,

a mind that was not moments
ago tormented by delusion

is now pacified.

I... Am I in hospital?

You are a patient at
Stonehearst Asylum.

Who are you people?

Tell him, Doctor.

Tell him.

We are your keepers.

I'm afraid that's the last
of the laudanum.

Thank you, Doctor.

Now listen.
You must rest if you can.

You need your strength.
For what?

Tonight I intend
to set you free.

All of you.
Tonight?

Why?

Because I... I fear Lamb's
procedure on Salt

was merely a rehearsal.

I fear he means to
do it to all of you.

Tonight.

I never did approve of
Dr. Salt's methods.

Of course, it wasn't my place
to criticize.

You know, Eliza said you were
always very kind to her

and the other patients.

I loved them like
my own children.

Even Lamb?

There is some good
even in poor Silas.

Though I fear it has become
deranged by madness.

How do I understand him?

Your first instinct
was the right one.

Think of him
as your patient.

Shine the light
of your sympathy

into the darkest
corners of his mind,

and maybe then you'll find
what he so desperately wants

to keep hidden from you
and from himself.

Only then will you have
what you need.

To defeat him?
No.

To heal him.

It is difficult imagining
Lamb as a patient.

Perhaps you should spend some time
where he spent so much of his.

Why won't you let me go?
I want to go.

Because it's not appropriate
for a girl your age.

But I'm not a girl.
I'm a lady.

Quite beautiful one, mind you.

You should see how the
boys stare at me.

Listen to me, Millie.

You must stay in this room
with the door locked

until I return,
do you understand?

You just want to leave me here so you
can run away with him, don't you?

Who?
Dr. Newgate.

Millie, that's absurd.

You're going to run away with him
and you're going to leave me here

to wipe bums and empty bedpans,
and it's not fair.

Oh, no.
Sh.

There, there.
I'm not going anywhere.

Eliza?

Yes, darling.

What's it like?
What's what like?

To be in love?

You're the belle of the ball.

You look beautiful.

I suppose you've come
to ask me to dance.

Believe me, nothing would
please me more.

But there isn't time.

Look, I need you
to do me a favor.

There's something I must do,
and if Lamb asks you,

tell him I've gone outside for
some fresh air. Now tell him.

Where are you going?

To find a way to put
an end to all of this.

Wait.
Edward, wait.

Dinner is served.

Oh.

Eliza.

How do you do?

Who?
Me?

Why, I'd be delighted.

May I butt in?

Well, well.

What a beautiful dress.

And lovely shoes.

Think of him
as a patient.

Shine the light
of your sympathy

into the darkest
corners of his mind,

and maybe then you'll find what he so
desperately wants to keep hidden from you

and from himself.

No.

Pleurisy, I suspect.

Brought on by catarrh.

The...

The poor child's
heart gave out.

Take the body upstairs,
would you?

No.
Do not touch her.

She's gone to a better place.

No.

This was supposed to be
a better place.

It is nearly midnight.

Someone.

You. Fetch the champagne.
Bring it here, quickly.

All of my friends.

Join me outside.

The new century
is nearly upon us.

Peter!

Where's Peter?

Peter, my pyromaniac friend.

You may do the honors.

Tonight we shall warm
ourselves

by the fire

of our ignominious past.

Are you quite
finished there, Ted?

Spiking the bubbly, I mean.

You're slipping them
all a Mickey Finn.

Not if Mickey Finn
slips you one first.

Well, I wasn't expecting that.

Ah!

Jesus,
Mary and Joseph.

That's the other one!

Come on.
Come on.

Now, now, Ted.

Doctor.

You're just in time.

Indeed.

Ah, there you are.

There we are.

Won't you be
joining us, Doctor?

Of course.

Allow me.

Ten,

nine,

eight,

seven, six,

five, four,

three, two,

one.

Stop!

Stop!

Don't drink the
fecking champagne!

Believe nothing
that you hear

and only one half
of what you see.

Welcome back, Ted.

There, have a little rest
while we set the stage.

I'll be back in two shakes
of a whore's tail.

Come on.

Dear friends.

A few hours ago

we celebrated the arrival
of a new century,

and in a few hours more,

we shall celebrate the
dawning of a new day

in this, the grand experiment

we have been conducting together.

Oh, Eliza.
Oh, thank God.

Please help me
undo these straps.

Please.

Eliza.

It was found on your person.

Why did you come here?

You know why I came here,
to study asylum medicine.

You're a liar.
He sent you.

Who?
My husband.

To take me back to him.
No.

I don't believe you.

Why did you come here?

I...

I came here for you.

For me?
Why?

I... I saw you

six months ago at
a medical lecture.

I saw you.

You were there?

Help me. One of you.
Please, I'm not mad.

You looked so lost
and so beautiful.

It sickened me to see you exhibited
like a sideshow freak.

Look at me.

I would have stopped it
if I could, but I couldn't.

I... I couldn't.

So, I vowed
there and then

that I would find you and that
nothing would stop me.

Did you even know
my name?

It didn't matter.

No, it does matter.

Saying otherwise proves you're
no better than any of them.

Than who?

My family,

my doctors, my husband.

You act like I'm some precious
thing to be bartered

or put on display or possessed.

It-It's not like that
with me, Eliza.

No?

How is it different?

It's you who possesses me.

Excuse us, your Ladyship.

You must get out of here.

Go, please. Ride to the village.
Please.

Time for Ted's big debut.
Eliza, promise me.

Promise me.
Promise me.

Eliza.
Eliza!

Tonight we will show mercy

to a man who has
betrayed us,

and through the miracle
of medical science

we make him in our image.

And when we are done, he'll not need
to be locked below in a dungeon

like the criminal he was,
but will join us

up above in the light,

fully rehabilitated.

And we shall embrace him
as one of our own.

Pity.

You would have made
a fine asylum doctor.

You showed
a rare talent for it.

You're mad.

We're all mad, Dr. Newgate.

Some are simply not mad
enough to admit it.

Crank it up, Finn.

Now.

We will start

with a dose of ten seconds.

Wait, wait, wait.

Before you start,
I'd like a final request.

In my vest pocket

there's a picture
of Eliza Graves.

I'd like her to have it.

Very well.

Silas.

Silas.

Silas!

Keep going.

Faster.
Faster!

Feck, I don't need you.
I'll do it me self.

Eliza.
Eliza, my feet.

Hurry.

Eliza!

Eliza!

Eliza.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Hit the switch.
Hit the switch.

Quick, my hands.

Eliza.
Untie me.

Quick, my hands.

Everybody out!
Evacuate the building!

Evacuate!

Take these keys
and set them free.

Where are you going?
To find Lamb.

Everybody outside!

Go that way.
Keep going.

Go that way.
Keep going.

Quickly.

Please help, Dr. Lamb.

Dr. Lamb.

They were suffering, so...

And I...

It's over, Silas.

I saved them.
I know. I know.

I saved them all.
I know.

The war, it's over, Silas.

There you go.

Ladies.

Let's start putting the patients
in the far wing.

William. William,
you may come with me now.

Yes, Mrs. Pike.
Come.

Inside.

Eliza.

Eliza.
Eliza.

Down here.

Silas.

Can you hear me?

Silas.

Eliza, he's gone.

Eliza.

We could leave now.

Edward, I can't.

You can't what?

I can't imagine being
anywhere but here.

You can't... I'm quite sure
you don't mean that.

Yes.

Because you are sane

and I am not.

I'm not sane.

I'm madly in love with you.

Eliza, listen to me.

Listen to me. There's something
I need to tell you.

I should've told you right from
the beginning, but I was too afraid.

Eliza...

Inexcusable this.

No way to run
an asylum.

Dear God.

You realize we've been ringing
for over a quarter of an hour.

We need to speak with your
superintendent at once

on a matter of utmost urgency.

No.
What?

We can't speak with him?
Well, why the devil not?

There you are, dear.

Tea, Benjamin.

Sodomite.

Am I to understand it is you who
is in charge here, Madam?

It is.

Highly irregular.

No mind.

And what is this, sir?

Release papers instructing you to
discharge a former patient of mine

named Eliza Graves and
remit her to our custody.

I'm afraid I cannot, sir.

What?
Why not?

Because she was discharged
three weeks ago.

On whose orders?

Dr. Newgate's.

I beg your pardon?

Dr. Edward Newgate,
from Oxford.

That's impossible.
Why?

Because, my good woman,
I am Dr. Edward Newgate.

It's as I feared.
We're too late.

Would someone please tell
me what's going on?

The young man you
knew as Dr. Newgate

is neither a Newgate
nor a doctor.

How silly.
Of course he was a doctor.

I can assure you, madame,
he is not.

Well, who is he then?

A very cunning and
disturbed patient

who until two months ago
was under my care

at Bethlehem Royal Hospital
in London.

Forgive me, but that makes
no sense, Doctor.

Why would he go to the trouble of escaping
from one asylum only to enter another?

To find my wife.

Next patient.
Any questions?

It seems he became unduly
infatuated with Lady Graves

at a medical demonstration
I gave at Oxford.

Some time after that,
he managed to escape his room,

elude two orderlies, and flee
via a laundry chute,

in the process
stealing my pocket watch,

my Derringer,
and my, uh...

Identity.

In any event,
suffice it to say,

he's a very disturbed
young man.

He suffers from
Pseudologia fantastica,

one of the most severe
cases I've ever encountered.

In all the years
I've known him,

I've never uncovered
his true identity.

It could very well be
that he's an empty shell

incapable of true feeling

beyond a cure.

Check

mate.

You'll excuse me
if I disagree, Doctor.

No one is beyond cure.

In fact, I believe your
young man has found his.

What precisely
might that be?

Not what.
Who.

Shall we, Mrs. Lamb?

With pleasure, Dr. Lamb.