Penny Dreadful

Last season on Penny Dreadful...

Do you believe the past can return?

It never leaves us.

It is who we are.

When Lucifer fell, he did not fall alone.

One brother to Earth and the other to Hell.

Both in an eternal quest for the Mother of Evil.

You'll understand I find it difficult to accept

I'm the object of an eternal satanic quest.

You have to learn to protect yourself.

They will hunt you until the end of days.

She has a protector.

Lupus Dei.

And he is powerful.

Mr. Chandler? Inspector Bartholomew Rusk.

We've had some trouble here in London. Murders.

I know you're involved.

And your proof?

I'll find it. I always find it.

Lily, you must come home.

I love you.

I am home, darling.

When our day has come...

you will know terror.

She's the one the Master seeks above all.

End the torment, Vanessa.

Be who you were meant to be.

I know what I am.

The Wolf of God.

Stand alongside the great winged Lucifer

as he reconquers heaven's bloody throne.

I belong away from mankind.

When you have stood in blood long enough...

what is there left?

Sir Malcolm is going to Africa.

This dreadful house will soon be empty.

We can lock the doors and walk away forever.

Walk with me.

There's no walking away from what I am.

- You'll confess? - Yes.

It's an extradition order.

You're going home, Ethan.

Dear Vanessa...

your many kindnesses I will always carry with me.

But I am made for the dark.

Your road may be difficult.

But mine is doomed.

So we walk alone.

So we walk alone.

My dear Miss Ives. I know you're there.

I shan't go away.

I am singularly persistent, my dear.

I shall stay here all day and

bloody my poor knuckles in the endeavor if necessary.

I love what you've done with the place.

Ah, you can hear the bells.

They're tolling all over the city.

A fitting tribute to our fallen hero.

Oh, you would not have heard of it, I'll hazard.

Tennyson has died.

He who dined with Coleridge and walked with Wordsworth,

our great poetic link to ages gone...

"I hold it true, whate'er befall;

I feel it, when I sorrow most;

'Tis better to have loved and lost,

Than never to have loved at all."

You've ignored my letters and cards.

I should be capaciously insulted

but for my understanding of your...

unique nature.

My dear, dear Miss Ives.

My heart is saddened to see you in these

lowered circumstances,

amongst the spiders and flies.

Shall we not at least try to bring you back to

the mammalian community?

There was a time in my life...

when I fell into a state of ennui beyond compare.

I was quite divorced from the man I was or wanted to be.

But my...

unique nature...

left me feeling loathed and loathsome.

And then I was introduced to a woman who saved my life.

A mental doctor of a sort.

I was skeptical but the proof is in the pudding,

and here I sit before you...

resplendently who I am,

entirely because of her ministrations.

I beg you to see her.

Life, for all its anguish, is ours, Miss Ives.

It belongs to no other.

I'll make you an appointment, if I may and

we shan't have another word about it.

Though you might want to...

you know, fix up your hair.

I've never seen so much nothing.

Look closer.

Recognize the patterns of nature.

Snake holes. Wolf dens.

And the animal bones.

This whole country is built on skeletons.

One would like a cup of tea, though.

Is there a club car, Marshal?

In the back.

You will excuse us, Mr. Talbot?

Do you have tea?

I do.

Two, please.

You with that prisoner back there?

Yes.

You're British, though.

We are extraditing him to stand trial.

Ah, he doesn't look so dangerous to me.

What'd he do?

He butchered a lot of people

and ate a fair number of them.

Hey!

Hey, you can't go up there!

Please, no.

No! Ah.

Please, sir.

You would not harm a defenseless female?

Welcome home, Ethan.

Hyah.

Sixth of October, 1892.

My dear Vanessa.

So it's done.

I've buried our friend Sembene in the mountains

from whence he came.

It was a private ceremony with no ornamentation.

Most of the local natives have been run off

or captured by the Germans and the Belgians,

for the rubber and ivory trade.

For slaves in all but name.

What romance I saw in Africa is done for me.

The land is tainted now, beyond repair

and I want to be quit of the filthy place.

What then?

Are there no fresh wonders left?

No worlds yet to conquer?

When I have my itinerary in mind, I'll cable.

I hope this finds you well and at peace,

or such a peace as those as we can summon.

Yours sincerely, Malcolm Murray.

Sir, money for my baby.

Money. Yes.

- Here. - More!

You're a rich Briton.

Come with me. I let you fuck me.

Any way you want, John Bull.

No. Sorry.

Maybe I let them fuck you, John Bull!

Ah!

Old traditions die hard, don't they, Sir Malcolm?

It's an unholy thing,

eating human flesh.

Better to starve.

I'll not starve.

We've eaten the goddamn leather...

and the fucking wood

and every goddamn rat and bug.

There's nothing left but them on deck.

So I say we eat.

Better to die.

We draw lots.

So eke out a few more days and then what?

If we're gonna die, let us die as men,

not animals.

That amuses you?

He's not long for it.

Hasten the end...

and let us eat then.

You want him to suffer?

Let us put him out of it, you cruel bastard.

Let us eat!

How long does he have?

A few days. Less.

They won't give him that.

Better he die quickly.

I wish you luck.

Where are you going?

Home.

I don't drink spirits.

As you like.

American Indian?

Chiricahua Apache by birth and right.

Are you familiar with the West?

Only through the newspapers.

It is not what it was.

But then what is, Sir Malcolm?

How do you know me?

I've been following you.

In Africa?

I missed you in London, so I came to this place.

I waited for your return from the Interior.

How'd you know I'd return?

Because you can't die until you've served your purpose.

And what's that?

To fight the great demons of earth and sky

until you are dead.