Penny Dreadful

Previously on Penny Dreadful:

It's an autobiography. The memoirs of the devil.

It's possible he wasn't just recounting the past, but foretelling the future.

- Whose future? -Yours.

Your wounds were likely inflicted by some sort of animal claws.

Will you describe what happened at the Mariner's Inn?

I don't remember.

Who was he? Your intended.

To marry? -Yes.

- Must I love him now? -That's for you to say.

You're raising a few eyebrows.

- If you don't mind. -Let them stare.

Does this corset flatter me?

Yes.

It's my cousin, she's coming to visit and she's a simple girl.

- From the country, you know? -Your cousin, how lovely.

Who's the lucky lady? -You know her, in fact, Mrs. Poole.

Oh, yes, our clairvoyant friend. Well, proceed with caution, eh?

We have no more children for you to kill.

I love my wife. -Will you divorce?

- That's impossible. -I appreciate your honesty.

Always good to have something to aim at.

Do you truly not believe in heaven?

We're accountable to no one but each other.

That's a profound responsibility.

I'll prepare the enchantment for tonight.

- You know what to bring me? -Yes.

Don't disappoint me again.

You'll understand I find it difficult to accept.

I'm the object of an eternal satanic quest.

[SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

[SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

Mother.

Her hair.

May I?

Daughter.

Lucifer.

[SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

[BOTH SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

I know what a siege is like. I've been there.

You get the enemy when they're relaxed...

...and making dinner or feeding their babies.

You get them concentrated in one location, you surround them...

...and then you attack with every weapon at your disposal...

...until every one of them is dead.

When were you in a siege?

During the Indian Wars. I was seconded to a cavalry unit...

...that had as its goal the annihilation of the Apaches.

Dress it up any way you want, that's what it was.

We were in the southern part of the Arizona Territory...

...and there's one little tribe we're supposed to send to the reservation...

...or murder, didn't matter.

They were dug in on a cliff side.

We moved in at night, with our horses' hooves wrapped in burlap.

We surrounded them very slowly.

Hours of getting into position.

Some of us, lucky ones who spoke Chiricahua...

...infiltrated the village.

We stood in the darkness 20 feet away...

...while they talked and smoked and made dinner.

They had no idea.

They thought they were safe.

They had underestimated the ruthlessness of their enemies.

Sound familiar?

What happened?

One bugle call and we attacked.

We didn't talk.

We didn't negotiate.

My squad worked from the inside out. They had nowhere to run.

In 15 minutes, that tribe had ceased to exist.

They were wiped from history.

We can't let ourselves be infiltrated and surrounded.

We defend our cliff.

- And we know what they want. Yes.

That we know.

Now, if we only knew why.

They're making a fetish.

Which is?

- A voodoo doll. Very like.

The Nightcomers value simulacra...

...those things that take the appearance of other things...

...so as to more easily enchant them.

Your hair.

So they got what they came for.

Utterly.

I know totems like these.

It is the most important thing, to have the flesh of the enemy.

Consume it...

...and you take their power.

What do we know about these creatures?

We're safe during the day.

- They're only transformative by night. -How do we protect ourselves?

- There is lore to ward off witches. -And rituals.

And sturdy locks, and a shitload of weapons.

Every weapon at our disposal.

Every superstition.

Every ritual.

We defend our cliff.

[PRAYING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

What is it?

They were here.

No, they weren't here.

- I can't tell anymore. -Take it easy, you're all right.

I thought I saw them, but they weren't there.

I can't tell the difference, whether they're real or in my head.

I can't live with this anymore. But they're in my prayers now.

Shh. It's okay.

- You're safe here. -Safe?

I wish I were going mad.

Then the doctors could lock me away and cut out the madness.

Anything to make it end.

You know the true path to freedom?

Open any vein.

That you can't do.

No.

God has a plan.

God has a plan.

May I sleep here tonight?

Of course.

You think me foolish, I know.

No. No such thing.

I know what it is to be scared of the dark.

Sofa's pretty comfortable. I'll be fine-.

You were praying.

Old habits.

Don't lie to me.

I know you believe in the word of God.

I believe we make ourselves who we are.

The blood's on our hands, not God's.

And did you make yourself into who you are?

First time I picked up a gun and decided my life...

...was more important than anyone else's.

You never go back from that.

And are you sure that wasn't part of his plan?

You've never killed anyone.

Talk to me then.

Whatever you have done, whoever you have made yourself...

...I'm here to accept you.

We're together for a reason.

God's plan?

Yes.

You need to sleep.

May we leave the candles?

All night.

Enough.

I have lived with your evasions too long.

Don't think I can't look into your wretched black heart...

...and see the machinations laid bare. -Then do as you like. I'm done with it.

Go rampaging up there like the unholy monster you are...

...and let the consequences be on your head.

I'm powerless to stop you.

Yes.

Whatever power you held over me at the moment of my bestial creation...

...is gone.

Then, you had a power, Frankenstein. Had you only used it kindly...

...what a different story we would be telling.

I will see her.

Then go.

You know the way.

What have you told her about me?

No more than you know.

She thinks you were her fiance before the accident...

...that robbed her of her memory.

And how did you paint me? How did you...

...limn the story of our romance?

I told her nothing.

I thought it best you extemporize on that.

And her response when you spoke of me?

She asked if she loved you before. I said I didn't know.

She asked if she must love you now. I told her it was up to her entirely.

Was I wrong?

- Was I wrong? -No. No.

No, she must care for me of her own accord.

And did she speak of my face?

In what way?

Such sadism even now.

She knows you look differently than she or I.

She's seen no one else.

If you come as the jolly wooer...

...I wish you luck.

And I wish you and she gone from my existence...

...as if you had never drawn breath. -For once, we are both in agreement.

Then let it be done.

Cousin.

Mr. Clare. Good evening.

Miss Lily.

I've brought Mr. Clare to entertain you.

You must be bored by my company.

I'll leave you to it.

Cousin Victor, you won't stay?

I've work downstairs.