Penny Dreadful (2014–2016): Season 3, Episode 8 - Perpetual Night - full transcript

Previously on Penny Dreadful...

In his human form, Dracula
can be killed like anyone else.

You're very confident we'll defeat him.

Hmm, not "we." You.

I am with your friends.
We are coming to you.

You must hurry. He is very close.

- What did you see?
- She's in danger.

Jesus. What are you doing here?

You're working late.

You're awfully pale. Are you sick?

I'll be right as rain
soon, right as rain,



yes, I will.

Ever so charming, aren't you?

- All charm and nothing but.
- You think you know sin?

You're still learning the language.

I wrote the bloody book.

You want to play with me, kitten?

Then show me your claws.

You betrayed me. You gave me to him!

Calm down. You're still
coming out of the anesthesia.

We're going to make you
into a proper woman.

I will never serve you.

I don't want you to serve me, Vanessa,

I want to serve you.

I will love you till time
has lost all meaning.



Do you accept me?

I accept myself.

"And then all light will end

and the world will live in darkness.

The very air will be
pestilence to mankind.

And our brethren, the Night Creatures,

will emerge and feed.

Such is our power, such is our kingdom,

such is my kiss."

And I know my destiny,

whatever it might be, is somehow

intertwined with Ethan's.

Of course, it's so hard to
judge another's intentions.

But I would say Ethan Chandler

is perhaps the only truly
moral man I've ever known.

What do you think you're doing?

He wouldn't say so himself,

but there is a righteousness to him.

- Mr. Renfield!
- Hush, please.

He has always
sought to protect me.

Doctor.

Not really a doctor, though.

Could not save a life.

Does not deal in blood.

Get out. Now.

I really must listen.
Her old love returns.

The Master wants me to know
everything she said of him.

Who exactly is your master?

He has many names.

Dracula?

What does he want with Miss Ives?

Answer me, Mr. Renfield.
What does he want with her?

The Master does not want!

She is already his.

His bride, his beloved.

Mmm.

They sup on the flesh and the blood,

and the blood, and the blood.

Where is she?

Not for your ears.

Unless I may keep them.

Oh!

I think we can consider this
my resignation, Doctor.

They keep coming up the drains.

Gifts from the Master.

All the Night Creatures
coming out to play.

- Where is she?
- She is with him.

She is home.

Oh!

Your hands give you away,

almost, Doctor.

Shaking like that, shivering all over.

You're not a killer.

You should have listened
to more of the recordings.

What time is it?

Two o'clock, in the afternoon.

Where is everybody?

Ain't nobody. The bloody fog, mate.

- We require a carriage.
- Ain't none.

You'd be better off
getting back on that ship

and going back where you've come from.

City's like a graveyard now.

Vanessa?

Vanessa?

Vanessa?

She's not here.

Something is.

Oh, Vanessa, thank God.

Sir Malcolm!

Who the hell are you?

I believe I'm the woman
who just saved your life.

Ethan!

I need a gun.

The wound's from a bite, Ethan.
You know what that means.

Give him the gun.

Hold on.

Men... always so dramatic.

I have to cauterize the wound.

What have you got to lose?

Don't try to stay conscious.

- Who are you?
- Catriona Hartdegen.

Miss, if you go in for titles.

We really ought to fetch a doctor.

Though soliciting a house
call won't be easy.

I know a doctor.

Wait! Uh, whoever you are.

Ethan Chandler.

Mr. Chandler.

You'll need a mask, something
to filter the air.

I can handle a fog.

That is not fog.

That's what we thought at first,

an especially dense fog mixing with the
chlorine gasses from the factories.

And then people started to die.

First by the dozens,
then by the hundreds.

Last week 7, 000 people died in London.

It is not a fog, Mr.
Chandler, it is a plague.

I'll take my chances.

He needs a doctor, and I
need to find Miss Ives.

We all need to find Miss Ives.

If I'm correct,

she is the only one who
can stop all this.

And what is "all of this?"

The End of Days.

Keep him safe.

Won't you dance with me, Dorian?

Another time, darling.

I'm afraid I've some
housekeeping to tend to.

You'll let me know how
you get on here, Doctor?

Yes, yes. Goodbye.

One last kiss, darling?

For old times' sake?

Our grand endeavor is almost complete.

And then we've a whole hospital to cure.

But I suspect you'll
want some time first.

A honeymoon period.

What a fine little assistant
you've found yourself, Victor.

I am not his assistant.

I gather your search
had to span continents

to find someone as cruel
and as savage as you.

Miss Lily, we are not
cruel, we are not savage.

We are healers.

- In a dungeon?
- This is a hospital!

Then may I have a moment
alone with my doctor?

Victor, please.

You should not be alone with her.

Leave us.

I shall make my rounds then.

Take your time.

May I have some water?

Will you make me beg for the
barest scraps of dignity?

Please.

Bless, O Father,

for Thy gifts you give
to us in Thy service

for Christ's sake.

Thank you.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Amen.

I've been thinking,

perhaps we might return to our old home.

I spoke to the landlord and it's
available, should we want it.

It's awfully far to go from the factory.

You're not going back to the factory.

There'll be jobs for me

after the toll this fog has wrought.

At the docks.

In the graveyards.

And, um, after we've moved,

we'll spend every Sunday
in Kensington Gardens,

like we used to.

You remember that, Jack?

I remember that.

The next fine day we'll go.

We'll lie in the long
grass, eating pears.

Take a dip in the lido.

I don't know how to swim.

I'll teach you.

It's easy.

It's this foul air.

Maybe we could even go away, you know?

Escape the pestilence of the city.

Go to the coast, or even north.

Visit the Highlands,

like your friends in Kidnapped.

I'm too tired to eat more.

Would you help me to bed?

Of course.

Might you read to me too?

Always.

Will we go to the
Highlands when I'm well?

Yes.

To the park when the weather is kinder?

We shall go everywhere, thee and me.

Get out.

You may keep the gowns, the trinkets.

Sell them, treasure
them as forget-me-nots.

Take whatever you please,
but leave this place now.

Where is Lily?

Where is she?

Gone.

Tamed.

She's Frankenstein's now.

His obedient little bride.

I gave her to him.

It's not possible.

The miracles of the Modern Age.

For all her fire and
all her furious power,

your valiant leader was snuffed
out by a few drops of liquid.

No man could defeat her.

Leave now.

While I still allow it.

In my time I have seen a thousand Lilys.

Beating their breasts. Burning
too bright and too wild.

I understand she dazzled you,

but she's gone now.

Trust me when I tell you
that you are lucky.

You have glimpsed liberty,

and that is more than most ever know.

Go back to your short little life,

or build a new one.

I don't care in the slightest.

I can't go back.

I can't live that way again.

You will be surprised at
what one can live with.

I won't go back.

The choice isn't yours to make, child.

But it is.

I would rather die here on my feet

than live a lifetime on my knees.

Do you mean that?

As you wish.

Dr. Frankenstein?

- Victor!
- What are you doing, sir?

Out in this night, this dire night.

Do you know where he is?

- Who, sir?
- The doctor who lives here.

Called away, he was. But
I can take you to him.

Won't you follow me, sir?

Back in the land of the living.

For the pain.

I imagine it smarts, rather.

Who are you?

Catriona Hartdegen.

- I'm the one who...
- Burned me.

Saved you, some might argue.

I really should look
at that dressing now.

- Will you sit?
- Where's Vanessa?

I don't know. I'm looking for her too.

- Why?
- That's rather a long story.

Then tell it.

I will if you sit.

Why is it men always resist
doing what's best for them

if they think it makes them look weak?

Especially when the advice is advocated

by a member of the opposite sex.

I suppose we're just proud.

Well, I'm all for pride,
but there are limits.

- I've never known them.
- Then you'll learn.

Are you going to teach me?

You could do worse.

Though I've a firm hand, Sir M.

Why are you in my house?

Sit!

Please.

Miss Ives approached me
looking for information

on a creature that she
believed was hunting her.

A vampire.

Why did she come to you?

I'm rather an expert.

In vampires?

In death.

Some sort of undertaker?

Do I look like an undertaker?

No, you look like...

I really couldn't say.

Let's say I look like a friend then.

Mmm.

I'm looking for Vanessa Ives.

- Who are you?
- A friend.

You must be Sir Malcolm Murray.

You, I don't know.

Where is she?

How do you know Miss Ives?

I'm not at liberty to discuss
my relationship with her.

Then I urge you to find that liberty.

She's not here?

Alas, no.

She needs our help,
more than you can know.

If you want to save
her, come with me now.

Where?

Among the demons.

I am sorry.

Bringing you to this place. If it
had been possible anywhere else...

You are going to execute me.

What does the location matter?

You're not going to die.

Worse.

I shall be unmade.

Become a non-person.

I would rather die who I am than
live as your demure little wife.

You and I will be happy.

You deluded man.

Even if you keep me locked in the attic,

render me with the mind
of an obliging child,

I will always

see that dark little space
that so yearns to be a soul.

I gave you life!

I made you perfect in every way.

And here you are, a
murderer, a savage beast.

You were a miracle.

I was an offering!

A whore, resurrected to be
given to your Creature.

To spare your life.

But even that great demon

has proved to be more human than you.

Do you not see the cruelty of
what you are doing, Victor?

You created life...

so let it live.

Monstrous, I may be, in your eyes.

A savage beast, you say, then so be it!

I am the sum part of one woman's days.

No more, no less.

That woman has known pain

and outrage so terrible
that it's made her

into this misshapen thing
that you so loathe,

but let her be who she is!

I can take away the pain.

You don't know.

You don't know.

There are some wounds
that can never heal.

There are scars that make us who we are.

But without them, we don't exist.

I had...

...you see, a daughter.

Love is too small a word

for what I felt for my little girl.

All words fail.

Holding her was like...

...feeling the sun from both sides.

We lived in this room, in Spitalfields.

A hovel.

I still had to whore
or there'd be no food.

I'd lay her by the fire,

pile the coal up high.

It broke my heart to go.

One night it was so cold...

...even the whores weren't out.

Can you imagine?

She was crying when I left.

They weren't cries of teething.

They were cries of loneliness.
I cannot forget them.

I found a john.

This rough bastard, just...

...crushing me against the bricks.

But I didn't care. I wanted it over.

When he was done, he didn't want to pay.

He struck me.

And I'd been hit before.

But him, he knew how to aim.

I felt this sting across my temple.

I saw the world fall on its side.

I can see myself lying
there in the street.

Too weak to get up, not
weak enough to die.

Why didn't I just get up?

That was all I had to do. Just get up!

Get fucking up!

It was light when I woke.

It had snowed.

The whole world was white.

I ran home.

The fire was...

The coal was dust.

She was cold when I lifted her.

Cold as ice.

She died alone.

Her name was Sarah.

Please, don't take her from me.

Please.

It is too easy being monsters.

Let us try to be human.

The Night Creatures have been eating.

A sight it would have been.

Don't you think, sir?

Ethan.

London bridge
is falling down...

Ethan.

London bridge
is falling down...

The creatures of the night.

What music they make.

Do you like it, Mr. Chandler?

You are at one with the
night, are you not?

- Where is she?
- She is happy.

If you truly love her, that
ought to be enough for you.

Tell me where she is or I'll
put a bullet through you.

You do love her. I can see it in you.

That, sir, is your tragedy, not hers.

As long as I have life in me,

she will never be your prisoner.

How little you think of her.

She is no one's captive.

I am simply the man who stands
gratefully at her side.

- I will save her.
- She is saved.

While you were in America
wrestling with your demons,

she freed herself of hers.

She has made her choice.

Leave her in peace.

I understand very little
of the forces of my life.

Those things that have shaped me,

and cursed me.

But I know that my destiny
is joined with hers.

I will not stop.

I suppose I can't blame you.

I would feel the same.

After all, without her,

what do we have left, Ethan?

His name is Renfield.
He was my secretary.

He said that Vanessa was with the Master.
This is the creature she called Dracula.

I've got to get him to
tell us where she is.

And how do you intend to
discover this information?

I intend to reach into
his mind and rip it out.

Is he restrained?

- Yes, Doctor. He was biting, so I...
- Yes, yes, I know. Unlock it.

Good evening, Doctor.

You've brought friends.

Shall they be my friends as well?

Turn around, Mr. Renfield.

Are you going to beat me, sir?

- Would you like me to?
- Oh, very droll.

But I've had more than
enough of that for one day,

thank you kindly.

Now, you...

you're more my thing.

Oh, you have no idea.

Shall we play, you and I?

- I like games.
- And if I win?

You won't, little man.

Don't I scare you?

I whistle away haunts like
you before breakfast, love.

Where is Vanessa Ives?