Penny Dreadful: City of Angels

Previously, on Penny Dreadful:

City of Angels...

We were someone else for a day.

Now that's over.

I never want to see you again, Detective.

You know, Elsa,

my husband, your friend, Dr. Craft...

He's not who he pretends to be, dear.

Speaking German

You have a nice dinner on Monday

with your German friends?

Better he's with your guy

than hustlers on the street.

This way, we protect him from himself.

Kurt will see to that.

Senoritas...

Don't touch her!

She's your sister. Kill him.

Care to cut a rug, miss?

I don't think you really want to dance with me.

You know something I don't?

In fact, I think you want to take me home...

Yeah.

And I think you want to hurt me.

The sound he made...

- The sound... - Hey, hey, hey.

My warrior, my avenging angel, no.

No, you don't need regret.

If my family ever heard...

Baby, I'm your family.

Fly's your family.

Every Pachuco's life you saved

'cause that racist motherfucker is dead

is your family.

Okay, mi amor?

Okay.

- Good. - Okay.

Good.

Because it's time...

to purge.

Good-bye to the blood of your enemy...

To hiding your pride...

And your power...

Good-bye to your weak and worthless gods.

We are the sons and daughters of Tenochtitlan.

We sacrificed human hearts to the sun

to quench the thirst of the sky,

unconquerable for a thousand years.

And then another world,

in floating mountains from Spain,

with thunder in their Gospels

and hot slaughter in their cannons,

arrived on our shores,

and the two worlds of the world met...

brown and white,

Aztec and European,

Hummingbird Wizard and Jesus,

Malinche and the Virgin Mary.

And they begat the children of the royal sun...

whose manifestation

is the royal Pachuco,

whose coat of arms,

whose profane declaration,

whose poem to the ancestors,

are the holy drapes,

the warrior's armor.

And soon, you shall have yours...

Mi querido amor.

Fly, no, man.

Don't blame her. It's all me...

Our lowest point:

In Florida, without a penny,

we parked the Gospel car

and we pitched our little tent near a marsh.

Little did we know

September was hurricane season

in those parts.

I'll never forget my mother

pounding the tent pegs with a hammer

to keep it from flying up to God.

Then the water came from that sky like...

Like a Biblical reckoning.

I can still see the tent in shreds all around us,

our clothes and sleeping bags, soaked,

and my mother, God bless her,

her fist raised to heaven, cursing the lightning

and the clouds.

Finally, a truck came by,

full of men.

They... took us in.

They took care of us that night,

took us to a dry place.

And then they took care of us that night.

Good, honest people, praise them.

I know what you think of her.

The dragon mother.

But there are times like that night...

when you're alone and poor,

and you're small and weak, and...

and you're grateful

for the dragon's roar.

You have to remember that

my mother introduced me

to a mighty god...

and gave my useless life a purpose.

When did you get this scar?

When I was a kid.

We were... in the fields.

My father was working, and...

there was a fire.

I saw my dad burning right in front of me.

And I tried to save him, but, um...

I couldn't.

Then I got burned.

This isn't just a burn, Tiago.

It's a blessing.

Ah, fuck me.

Lewis, what the fuck is this?

They're on a vendetta, obviously.

For what, the Hazlett murders?

You really don't know?

- Don't know what? - Where the hell have you been?

No one could find you.

It's personal business, Lewis.

Yeah? What's her name?

Can she corroborate?

Drop it, partner.

Your best buddy, Jimmy Reilly...

He was murdered last night.

His throat was cut from ear to ear,

butchered like a fucking pig.

Then his naked body was tossed in front of the station

like yesterday's trash.

Fuck.

It was meant as humiliation of him and the Force.

So let's call it what it is,

a declaration of war.

Which brings me back

to the reason I'm here on your street...

While the city's burning, no one knows where the fuck.

Detective Vega is hiding for 24 hours,

and you're not talking.

Leave it alone. I won't say it again.

I won't be the last person to ask you.

Look, I hated the dumb paddy.

Every day of his career, he was an insult to the badge.

And you threatened to kill him

in front of Captain Vanderhoff, for fuck's sake.

Jesus, you need me to say it?

I didn't do it, Lewis.

On my mother, I did not kill Officer James Reilly,

and I did not cause him to be killed.

First the Hazletts, now a dead white cop.

What's next?

God, I hope it wasn't Mexicans.

And if it was?

Then we do our job.

That's right.

We do our job.

I have an idea where to start. Come on.

I was walking home from the store

with my brother Mateo.

This cop stopped us.

I don't know why.

Mexicans.

Because we're Mexicans.

This big one, he... started touching me...

Feeling me.

He, uh...

His hands were so big.

He...

put them under my skirt...

inside me.

This man... inside me.

I didn't cry. I didn't scream.

I was ashamed.

You must understand

that this pain will go away.

The first step is being brave enough

to tell your story,

which you've done.

And you must know that others, too many others,

have suffered in the same way,

and they've come out the other side

stronger than ever.

I was ten.

My mother and I were in Florida.

We had the misfortune of a terrible storm,

and a group of men

who said they would help us out of a jam...

We sat in the warm truck,

grateful to be out of the rain,

my mother in the front seat, laughing,

drinking, I think, and...

the rest is a blur:

Rain on the windows,

tobacco smell,

my wet dress, my bare knees,

a jug of liquor passed from hand to hand.

And then suddenly I realized...