Penny Dreadful

Last season on Penny Dreadful:

Do you believe there is a demimonde?

A place in the shadows?

Rarely seen but deeply felt.

I believe in curses.

I believe in demons.

I believe in monsters.

-Do you? -What might I do for you?

We have continued use of a man of your skills.

Your kind of man. One of great violence and hidden depths.

Dr. Frankenstein. You seem to be

a free thinker who might imagine a world

where science and superstition walk hand in hand.

Your first-born has returned. Did you think I wouldn't find you?

-I'm Ethan Chandler. -Brona Croft.

She has consumption.

Best you didn't kiss me anymore. Keep a safe distance.

May I present the renowned Madame Kali.

There's another here.

What's wrong with her? -She's been possessed by the devil.

This is a spell foretelling the annihilation of man and the coming of the beast.

-Why, it's Madame Kali, is it not? -It's actually Evelyn Poole.

-Preferable. -Ha, ha, ha!

So how's your friend, Miss Ives?

Vanessa! Please!

You don't know what it's like having this thing inside me.

An animal scratching to get out.

There are things you can't control.

At the end of the day, the only thing we have is the people we trust.

-Mina? -Father.

-I am your daughter! -I already have a daughter.

-What do you want from me? -I think a companion.

You will make me an immortal mate.

No more let life divide what death can join together.

There are such sins at my back

it would kill me to turn around.

Your daddy says come home, so home you come.

You can't run forever, Ethan.

- -

There's a moment… A moment you realize

you are no longer the hunter, you are the prey.

If you have been touched by the demon

it's like being touched by the backhand of God.

It makes you sacred in a way.

There are things within us all that can never be unleashed.

What do those people do?

Those who have been chosen?

- -

Thank you.

I need to talk to you. Not inside.

Take us on a tour, anywhere you like.

I came to say goodbye.

You're leaving London.

I have to.

Why?

Miss Ives…

I'm not what you think I am.

Before I hurt you or anyone here, I need to get away.

Where will you go?

Spain maybe. Or Russia.

Find a war somewhere, join a side.

Do what I'm good at.

And the war here?

Mina is dead. The creature is dead. We lost.

That was only a battle.

Do you think the dark forces that converge on our heads

can be vanquished so easily?

Do you honestly believe you can escape them?

And the other ones?

The ones inside us?

Inside me, you mean?

No, that's not what I mean.

There are times that I have…

Well, like these blackouts. Times I can't remember.

What happens?

I don't know.

But there's usually blood.

How can I help?

You can't change what you are.

No matter who you save.

Or who you love.

- -

- -

Are you all right?

I think so.

Will she remember?

I don't know.

I hope not.

Why?

Her life was benighted.

We will seek

the shadows together then.

All right.

Lower her in.

Gently.

Now we wait on the weather.

May the gods bring us storms.

Goodnight, creator.

I need to be looking for work.

Not a simple thing in this steel-hearted city of yours.

But have no doubt

that I will never be far from you.

Wait.

If this works

if I do as I promised you

give you this thing, living

will you leave me in peace?

You would do better to ask your soul to leave you.

We are bound on a wheel of pain, thee and me.

I ask you

what is Dr. Frankenstein without his creature?

Don't let her out of your sight.

What were they?

Women.

I don't know.

Like the others? Those with the creature we killed.

Not by a long shot.

Miss Ives…

Vanessa

can you speak to me?

Mr. Chandler.

Can I do anything for you?

You knew them?

-Yes. -What are they?

How can I help you if you won't let me?

You can't help.

You were going to leave, so go.

For chrissake, they were trying to kill you.

If they were trying to kill me, they would have.

Goodbye, Mr. Chandler.

Sir Malcolm will be back tomorrow.

I'll come back then.

Do you believe the past can return?

More than that.

It never leaves us.

Ever?

It is who we are.

God help us, then.

A hollow thing, wasn't it?

Putting an empty coffin in Peter's grave.

His body left in Africa.

Such a need we had for the ceremony of it.

I don't know which makes me sadder

Mina's full coffin,

or Peter's empty one.

Gladys…

…we've been too much apart these past years.

I think I should come home.

We don't need the London house.

And what would we do?

We were happy once, you and I.

No, Malcolm.

You were happy once.

Everything that was left between us is buried here.

We shall remain married despite all.

That modicum of decency I'll insist upon for myself.

But I'll live in the house here.

You stay in London,

or go to Africa.

I don't care.

If only you knew how hard I tried to save her.

We have no more children for you to save.

Or to kill.

Excuse me. -Uh! Heh.

Hello.

Sorry, don't like the customers to see the magic at work.

Well…

Yes, I… I saw your notice.

My notice?

For employment.

Gads, is that still up? I'd forgotten about it.

No one wants to work here.

People find it unnerving.

But you don't?

I find it familiar.

I'll be honest with you, friend.

We're not the most financially sound institution in London.

As you can tell, the patronage is thin to nonexistent.

We can't pay you much.

What's the job?

In an effort to compete with the dreaded Madame Tussauds

I'm instituting a new bit of gimmickry.

Intended to send those trumped-up French bastards

back to Paris.

This way.

My chambers of crime.

Homicide scenes plucked from the headlines,