Penny Dreadful: City of Angels

Previously on Penny Dreadful: City of Angels...

I saw what you did.

I'm Fly Rico.

You know the Cat? Find me there.

Hello, Mrs. Branson.

Why, Dr. Craft! Hello.

Would you like to join us?

Where is your wife?

Sister Molly, I'm here about James Hazlett.

Have you been saved, Detective?

Are you offering?

The Arroyo Seco is finished.

And with Hazlett dead, we got no one

to build the damn thing, anyway.

Don't we, though?

A firm with your best interests at heart.

What the people need is a champion

to channel their fear and anger

into something constructive.

Like the motorway.

We seen him before?

Sam, you and Anton follow the Nazis.

We'll take the kid.

So they burned in the car crash?

Yeah. They burned

but with these inside their skulls.

Tell you what, Pat. How about we pretend

you never saw these?

Lewis...

Just for a few days.

I gotta run something down.

I can't lie on the report.

Who's saying lie?

I'm just saying you temporize.

Lose the report. Take your time.

Go take Jill for a steak.

A favor. I'm asking.

So when do you have to go back to work?

Sunday. They need me for a party.

Ay, mama.

I know.

He stood there like fucking Pancho Villa

with a switchblade, like, two feet long.

Fucking cops pissed themselves.

Jesus, those Pachuco motherfuckers.

I swear to Mother Mary,

I never seen anything like it.

He was so smooth.

Fucking Fred Astaire.

So now you wanna be all Pachuco.

The man has pride, my brother.

When he's not stealing cars.

They had any pride, they would've stood with us

down the street.

Where was Fred Astaire then?

You remember it?

What?

The police? The whole thing?

Not really.

Once the shooting started,

it all went to smoke, right?

I don't remember anything until the hospital.

You don't remember when you got shot?

No, thank fuck.

You don't know who shot you?

It was probably you, you sketchy motherfucker.

It was Tiago.

There...

there was a cop down on the ground,

and you were...

Holy Mary.

Raul,

you were killing them all.

You were killing them all.

Tiago ran over. He was yelling.

I don't think you heard him.

I'll tell you what.

I was a Pachuco,

I would slit his throat for what he did.

That is your brother.

You respect him.

You think he wanted any of this?

Jesus Christ.

I'd rather be any fucking thing in this world than Tiago.

He's not one of us.

He's not one of them.

He's a cop. He's a Chicano.

He doesn't know what the fuck he is.

You want to see hell, mano?

You look in his eyes...

And you be kind.

I'm tired.

Let me sleep, okay?

Go be a Pachuco already.

I just want to see your skinny ass

in those stupid fucking pants.

You up?

Yeah.

Hey.

How you feeling today?

I don't know if I want to be mayor this much.

An ounce of prevention, sir.

After the Rotary luncheon,

where you shall eat a Waldorf salad

and eschew the bread basket,

you have a radio interview and a zoning committee session,

and then tonight, we have our dinner

with Via Hermosa Development,

where you shall have a small steak and no potato.

Via Hermosa Development?

The motorway, sir.

Our German friends.

I must say, all the attention since the press conference...

feels good to finally get the recognition I deserve.

As to that, sir...

you're more in the public eye now, as you say,

so you'll want to mind your Ps and Qs a bit.

How's that?

I mean your life is more exposed.

You need to be cautious not to give your enemies

any... ammunition.

You need to behave yourself.

I promise I'll eschew the bread basket.

Good morning, Councilman.

Getting agitated, are we?

Councilwoman Beck.

To what do we owe the pleasure?

Just a little Transportation Committee business,

if you don't mind me interrupting

your rigorous health regime.

If you'll excuse us, Miss Malone.

She stays.

That bloody shirt

was quite a stunt. It was very creative.

I swear, I can't turn the radio dial

without hearing your dulcet tones.

One would think you're running for office.

When the people hear an honest voice,

they want to hear more.

And now you think you're gonna get that road built

on the graves of four dead cops and eight dead Mexicans.

Yes, ma'am.

I call it healing the city's wounds

in concrete and asphalt.

If you think I'm gonna let you

turn the Los Angeles City Council

into your own little Third Reich,

you are sadly mistaken, sir.

I've been knocking down piss-pot fascists like you

since you were at your mama's titty.

You want a war, honey? You got it.

And renaming it

the Maynard West Memorial Motorway?

Over my dead body.

Suit yourself.

So I'll go downstage left.

You just keep playing until I hit my mark,

and then I'll say,

"But the Lord doesn't always make it easy for us, does he?"

Something, something, something, keep vamping.

"He can make that climb to the mountaintop

an arduous trek,

so when in doubt, keep listening

for that heavenly choir up above

and remember this."

That's great, Bob. I have to run.

We'll finish up with the boys tomorrow.

You ought to do the whole song and the sermon.

I have a fitting with Brent.

Another fitting?

You want me to look presentable, don't you?

Well, when will you return?

I've scheduled some things. I...

I don't know.

I think he wants to show me some new designs.

Randolph can drive you.

I'll drive myself, thanks.

See you tomorrow.

Molly Joan.

Randolph should drive you.

For heaven's sake.

I am thinking of your safety, dear.

No one's going to kidnap me, I swear.

Look, I'll wear the glasses. I'll wear the hat.

It's just a darn costume fitting, Mother.

Darling, don't worry.

I'll be back soon.

You just keep adding up the money.

Well, look at this, Mr. Hazlett.

Good morning, son. I'd like a word if I could.

- Over here, thanks. - What?

Don't ask me. I'm just a worker bee.

My captain wants to see you down at the station.

Why? Is there something wrong?

It's just some routine thing. I don't know.

Climb in.

Ours is not to reason why, right?

Working on your day off.

That's initiative.

How's your brother?