Penny Dreadful: City of Angels (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 10 - Day of the Dead - full transcript

Previously, on
"Penny Dreadful: City of Angels"...

We will be a happy family
like all the others.

We will all go out
to the movies.

That's what we'll do.

Tonight is for Robin Hood,
ja?

- Ja! - Ja!
- Ja!

Mrs. Minter, I take it.

Miss Minter.

Brian, shake a leg!

Where are we going?

I told you,
somewhere safe.



My Lord, what palace of vice
are you taking me to?

Don't worry.
Place is a mob scene.

No one will even notice us.

Officer Vega.

You got nerve showing up here.

No, no, no! Please!

City of Angels
Penny Dreadful

*Penny Dreadful City of Angels*
Season 01 Episode 10

Episode Title : "Day of bthe Dead"
Aired on: June 28, 2020

Dia de los Muertos.
Day of the Dead.

That's what we call it.

We all go to the cemetery
and toast our relatives.

My father, my brother Tomas,
and my sister Gina,

who both died
before Mateo was born.



We light candles and drink
and tell stories.

In an actual cemetery?

But it's not sad.
It's...

more like a celebration.

We reach out to the dead

and tell them
that we love them,

and maybe they reach out to us.

- Mm.
- Since my mother is so devoted

to Santa Muerte, it was
kind of like our Christmas,

with lots of tequila.

You can come,
see for yourself.

It's next weekend.

Oh.

You think your family's ready
for that?

Sure.

Do you think you're ready
for that?

I love you, Tiago Vega.

Diego Lopez is dead.

Cops lynched him
in Belvedere Heights.

He's hanging
from a fucking street lamp.

When news gets out,
this place is gonna go ape.

Get her out of here
and then get to the station.

My family's here.

I'll take her
to your apartment.

Get them home right now.

Go with Lewis.
I'll be there soon as I can.

Go.

This way.

Take Mama and Josefina home.

Don't ask.
Just do it.

What's going on?

Raul's gonna take
you guys home.

- Mateo, come here.
- Tiago?

Come on, Mama.
Let's go.

Take care of your brother.

I need you now, ese.

- What?
- Just come outside.

I'll explain there.

Listen to me, everyone.

Our brother Diego Lopez...

He's dead.

The cops killed him,

strung him up
in Belvedere Heights

like a dog.

Now, hold on.
Calm down, everyone.

Listen to me.
Speaking Spanish...

Calm?
Calm?

How much more do you need?

They shoot you down.
They put you in prison.

Now they lynch you
on the roads where you live?

You gonna wait
until it happens to you,

to your mother, to your sister?

Because it will,

unless we fight back...

...tonight, right now!

We make them see us
for who we are.

You are Pachuco now,
every one of you!

Just stay with me, please.

Hold on, amigos.

Speaking Spanish
Listen.

You know me.

I don't turn my back to any
motherfucker on the planet.

But we fight back now,
what happens?

You end up dead or in a cell
for the rest of your life.

Use your brains.

This is not the way.

We go crazy now, and we are
exactly who they say we are:

a bunch of animals.

That's not me,

and it's not you.

Maybe the time comes
we go to war

against
the whole fucking world,

but tonight...

we got something
more important to do,

so you come with me.

We walk.

We walk with dignity.

We take down our brother Diego,

and we bury him.

We show this city
exactly who we are.

Familia.

Speaking Spanish...

Get out of the street.

What's going on?

That was
the most exciting movie

I've ever seen
in my whole life.

I loved Errol Flynn so much.

He was the best.
Errol Flynn?

He's just like I imagined
Robin Hood.

No, Sir Guy.
The swordfight?

That was the neatest.

He was so scary.

But he only worked
for King John.

King John was the real bad guy.

Quit it. He was not.

Shut up, squirt.

He was too.

Peter...

I don't know.

What is it?

Uh, be still.

- Dad?
- Sit back.

Lock the doors.

Stay inside!

Whoa, whoa!

They're running us down!

They're running
us down!

Come on!
Come on!

No, no, no!
No!

They're killing us!

Peter!

- Dad?
- They're killing us!

They're killing us!

They're killing us!

- Stay calm.
- Kill them all!

String them up for Diego!
String them up!

String them...

What the fuck are you doing?

Stay calm!

No, you don't!

Yelling in Spanish

- Dad?
- Stay calm!

You okay?
You okay, ja?

You okay?

Dad, what's happening?

Mein Gott.

Mateo!

Mateo!

Got you now, you...

Just look at me, huh?
Look at me.

Look at me.
I'll only be one second.

One, two, three.

Rio! Rio!

Wait!
What the hell have you done?

I didn't want to start a...

This isn't the time
for peacemakers, mi amor.

The king is dead.

Long live the king.

Mateo!

Go get that wetback!

Come on, beat him up.

Where you going?

Get him!

Come on.

Good-bye, brother.

You should let me
take care of your hand.

Tiago.

Your family was very kind
to me.

I didn't know what to expect.

I've not been
around large families.

I never had a big Christmas
or a...

...Dia de los Muertos.

Did I get that right?

Mm.

It was always
just Mother and me,

just we two.

This is gonna smart a little.

My mother had four children
before me.

None of them survived.

She wouldn't even tell me
their names.

Oh, God, how I longed
for a sister

and a bunk bed.

I used to look at pictures
of bunk beds

in the Montgomery Ward catalog

and dream about
what that would be like.

You know, would I want
the top bunk or the bottom?

I decided I would let
my sister choose.

They would've killed me.

They would've kicked me
to death

right there on the street.

Didn't matter if I was
a cop or a criminal.

You know what I was?

Just another fucking spic.

Don't say that.

Why not?

It's the truth.

It's in your eyes too.
You can't hide it.

No.

Well,

maybe I don't want to be
your exotic Latin lover.

Why don't you find
a white man to fuck?

This has nothing to do with me.

You know how I feel.

How you feel is impossible.

You want to know
how impossible it is, Molly?

Why don't we go outside
right now

and just hold hands,

here, Beverly Hills,

Pasadena, Santa Monica,
Inglewood,

Pomona?

Let's go to the beach.

Let's go to your Temple.

Let's go to my station

and just hold hands

and see what happens.

Jesus Christ.

We can't pretend anymore.

This town...

...will never leave us alone.

Then let's go somewhere else...

...somewhere we can
be together.

New York, maybe,

or Mexico,

some little village somewhere

really far away,
up in the mountains,

away from people somewhere.

We can disappear.

This isn't like dreaming
about a bunk bed, Molly.

This is our lives.

And I want to live that life
with you.

And what about Sister Molly?

Last night was the first time

that I felt I'd banished her,

and I was happy.

And the soup kitchens
and the ministry

and the shelters?

All the people
who believe in you,

all the good you do, Molly,

all that's gonna go away
if you do.

My calling doesn't have to be
to save the world.

Maybe saving one person
is enough,

if it's the right person.

Not for me, Molly.

You can't let all that go
just for me.

It's not for you.

Look at me.

You can see the... cracks,
can't you?

I can feel them all the time.

Trying to hold myself together,

but I simply can't endure

being both Molly
and Sister Molly anymore.

They hate each other now.

And as much Nembutal
as I take to sleep,

I can't stop the dreams.

So we disappear?

We disappear.

- Hello.
- Meet me downstairs

in ten, partner.

Lewis, this really isn't
a good time.

Have you talked
to your family?

Why?

Look,
everything's all right,

but you gotta come
with me.

Be there soon.

I'm sorry, Molly.

Go.
Don't worry about me.

We'll take you home.

Uh, do you mind if I stay
for a few minutes?

I can find my own way home.

- You sure?
- Mm-hmm.

Can I see you later?

I have a service tonight.

After that?

Of course.

Now, go to work.

Martial fucking law.

This can't get any better.

The Mexicans did it, Alex.

The city council's gotta vote
my way now.

We get the motorway,

and good-bye,
Belvedere Heights.

Glorious morning, sir.

Sausage.
I get sausage today.

Gonna make me fat.

Hell with it.
We're celebrating.

Huey Long was fat.
That didn't stop him.

And Jesus Christ,
fucking Mussolini, right?

Even Hitler.

He's no fucking Clark Gable.

The future belongs
to big, fat men, honey.

As you say, sir.

And this is just
the first, you know.

After the Arroyo Seco,

we begin working
on the next motorway,

right through Bunker Hill.

Let the spades riot next.

It only gets me
more white votes.

And do you know
what all of this

is going to do?

It's gonna make me mayor.

Yes, sir.

That's exactly what it'll do.

Let me tell you.

When I'm in power,

heads are gonna roll.

All those folks
who looked down on me,

who made fun of me.

Oh, and things are gonna change
in this city,

believe you me.

Put the animals
behind walls, for one.

Newspapers we don't like?

We'll freeze them out
or close them down.

The radio,
the public airwaves?

Like hell.
We'll cancel their licenses

if they don't get in line.

And we'll start doing
some sweetheart trade deals

with countries who feel
the same way we do

about things.

Germany, to start.

And we'll redraw
the voting districts

so we'll have a firm majority
that will last...

for a thousand years.

Our own Thousand-Year Reich.

And if I want to fuck
that little Nazi,

I will.

I'll fuck them all.

No, no.

Oh, it'll perhaps leave
a little scar on your forehead.

Not bad.

It'll make you look
like Robin Hood.

Robin Hood
doesn't have a scar.

No?
All those swordfights,

I'm sure he does.

Oh, where I grew up,

having a dueling scar
was a great honor.

- All the boys...
- Why did they hurt me?

I didn't do anything to them.

It hurt so bad.

I hate them!

Shh, shh, shh.
Tom, Tom.

Shh.

Tom...

Shh, shh.

Shh.

You don't hate them.

You don't hate anybody.

Mm?

You let hatred into your heart,

and it is like a hungry rat.

It devours everything else...

...until there is no love

for anything or anyone.

And then...

...then you are lost.

Can I stay here?

I'm scared.

Yeah, of course.

And the mayor's office

has imposed a citywide curfew

from sunset to sunrise.

The following streets
are closed or limited

to local traffic
until further notice:

Olympic Boulevard,
Pico Boulevard,

Wilshire Boulevard,
and First through 12th Street.

The Los Angeles City
School District

and the Los Angeles City
High School District

have suspended all classes
until further notice.

How is he?

The Department of Water
and Power has also...

Scared.

He's scared.

And now he will never know

what it is not to be scared.

He goes outside,
and what is the world to him?

Is it his friend anymore?

Eleven stitches

in that little head.

My poor boys.

Children are strong.

They will be happy again
tomorrow.

You'll see.

- Mm.
- You will...

...have to make a statement,
you know, from the Bund.

No.

Peter.

The city is under martial law.

Hmm?
This is a political event.

The German-American Bund
must make a statement

as to its intentions.

What intentions
are those, then?

Don't play the ingénue.

This is a racial war
that has begun.

You were there.

We stand on the side
of the Aryans,

or we stand on the side
of the mongrels.

Stop it.

For God's sake,
they tried to murder your son.

Speaking German...

Speaking German...

I teach my sons not to hate.

I have seen what hatred does
to children.

You see it
on the newsreels now,

the Hitler Youth
marching in Germany,

all the eyes the same:
so much hatred.

Is that what you want?

I want the boys to be proud

of who they are.

Hmm?

I want them to have faith

in the better world
that is coming,

a world that we must fight for
sometimes.

We have enemies
who want to hurt us.

They did last night,

and only by a miracle
are we still alive.

You know this
to be true, Peter.

I don't say
we teach them to hate.

I say we teach them
to be strong.

After the war...

...when I let
the American soldiers

use my body
so I could have food

for my baby sister

and they spit on me
as they took me...

...and slapped my face
and laughed...

...I thought that I would never
be proud again,

that I would live always

in this... shame.

And then you...

...you...

taught me to raise my head

and love and be proud.

Peter Krupp,

your country needs you,

your family needs you,
I need you

to be who you truly are.

Heil Hitler.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa.

Sir.

LAPD.

All right.
Let him through.

Goddamn checkpoints.
What's next?

Soldiers patrolling the streets

and the train stations
with machine guns.

That's what's next.

People start getting scared,
they'll allow anything.

Good-bye, freedom.
Hello, Third Reich.

Are you fucking kidding me?

I didn't know
where else to bring him.

My family's house?

Who's gonna look for a bunch
of Jews in the barrio?

You see the brilliance of it?

The hell happened to your face?

Nothing.
I'm fine.

Watch out for him.
He's a hustler.

What?

He's too small.

Santiago Vega,

Benny Berman.

Ah, the pleasure's all mine.

No kidding.

And may I say,
you have a lovely family,

and I have capaciously
enjoyed the...

Can I talk to you two?

In private, how about?

Don't be long.

This is when the mole
comes to life, mm?

Sí, Mamacita.

Start talking.

Dottie's house isn't safe.

The Nazis know about her.

So Benny obliged.

And are you planning
to live here now,

cooking with my mama?

Just for today.
Listen.

The kid's too important now.

He's figured out the rocket,

and we gotta get him somewhere
far away from the Germans.

They're looking for him.

We're gonna take him
down to Baja.

We have
a private airfield there

that we use for...

shall we say,
various business enterprises.

Jesus Christ.

They fly him secretly
to New York,

where Mr. Lansky
will take care of him.

Mr. Lansky?

And his associates.

They'll keep him safe.

No one fucks
with those mean Jews.

This kid is that important?

Yeah, he is.

What's more, he's dangerous.

He's like a kid
with a hand grenade,

and sooner or later,
he's gonna pull the pin.

Then let's get going.
We can head down to Baja now.

Plane won't be in
until tonight,

and besides,
your mother is showing me

her famous mole recipe,

so if you'll excuse me,
gentlemen.

Who doesn't like mole?

People don't just disappear.

He's gotta be somewhere.

The cars took him
and the old Jewess.

We've had men
looking everywhere.

Think like a Jew.

They're a tribal race.

They're only safe with family,
or so they think.

We've been following
Michener's son

and searched his apartment;
he's not there.

Nor is he at Michener's place.

This is singularly vexing.

Where is he hiding him?

The Mexican.

His partner.
Maybe with him.

Or his family, ja.

See to it.

Yes, sir.

And, Kurt...

when you find the boy,

bring him to me alive.

You understand?

And the others?

Enjoy yourself.

I don't know
if it's appropriate, dear.

We have always done well

to stay out of politics.

Republicans and Democrats
both pray, after all.

- And contribute.
- Meaning?

Sometimes I think
you'd take donations

from the devil himself.

If it kept you on the radio,
I certainly would.

But really, Molly,
this sermon...

I have a responsibility
to say something.

You know what I saw today?
A tank on Ventura Boulevard.

That's not right.

People are scared.

If I can bring any comfort,
I must.

Well, I see
I won't convince you,

but do try to remember
to say something about God

at some point.

I'll meet you downstairs.

Oh, and you only have
about a half an hour,

so don't dawdle.

Mother, I need to talk to you.

After the show tonight,
I'm leaving.

I'm going away for a while.

I don't know where,
so don't ask.

Because if I don't...

...this is what happens.

If this is about that Mexican...

It's not, not entirely.

Have your damn lover.
I don't care.

But you can't leave the church.

You can find someone
to fill in, get another pastor.

It's your ministry!

It's yours!

It always has been.

What choice did you give me?

I was four years old

when you threw me
in the revival tent.

So you blame me.

- Yes.
- Oh, you blame me

for all the souls
that you have saved,

all the good
that you have done,

for soup kitchens
and poverty shelters

and the word of God
that reaches across this land.

You have a sacred calling,

and I will not let you
shirk it.

I'd like to see you stop me!

It's over, Mother.

Let me go.

Oh, my poor child,

my only,

I have tried so hard
to be strong for you.

So much I've done
to protect you.

And now I've lost you.

Mama.

You are so special to me.

You know that?

I wrestled four children
out of my womb before you,

and the Lord took them all...

...so I could have you.

I loved those babies.

But I would crush their skulls
under my heel right now

if that was the only way
I could have you...

...my only,

my lamb of God,

my blessed child saint.

So much I have
sacrificed for you

so you could be pure
and walk with the Lord.

When you were threatened,
I became

God's righteous minister
of death.

How could you know
all I've done

to take care of you?

When James Hazlett fell in love

and threatened your reputation
and your church,

I took care of it.

I've always minded you, child.

Mother... what did you do?

Oh, child, I made him go away.

I had help, though.

An old lady like me needs help.

The Lord will always provide

a strong right arm.

What have you done?

And his children.

That was sure sad,
but it had to be done

for you.

For you.

For you.

I will always protect you
like that, my sweet child.

No one will ever be allowed

to threaten you
or your holy work.

Wherever you go,

whatever you do,

you are mine.

Sing us a pretty song tonight.

And we'll hear no more talk
about you going away.

I tried to write it down,
but I probably left

some things out.

Ah, much appreciated,
Señora Vega,

and next time,
I'll make you my rugelach.

There won't be
a next time.

Come on.

Some Yoo-Hoo for the trip.

You're not coming?

So you could cheat me
at Mahjong

the rest of my life?

Take care, kid.

We gotta go now, Brian.

Shake a leg.

They break your heart,
don't they, these kids?

Every day.

Where are we going?

Mexico.

Then you're gonna get
on a plane.

An airplane?

That's right.

Wow.

Where's the airplane going?

New York.

Some gentlemen there
will take care of you.

You'll be able to work
in peace there,

like you always wanted.

Isn't that great?

Hmm.

Just so I get to keep thinking
about the bomb.

Bomb?

Mm.

What bomb is this, Brian?

After I figured out
the engine for the rocket,

which wasn't that hard, really,

I had a new idea,

something pretty slick.

What idea is this?

Nuclear fission.

There's a way,
I'm pretty sure,

to control the atomic reaction

and focus its yield.

Sorry, that's science talk

for how it explodes.

You get it right, well,

it would be
like a thousand suns

exploding all at once.

What could this bomb do?

Depends on the payload, really,

but... almost limitless.

Probably destroy
a whole city pretty fast.

The radiation would do
a lot of that.

It would spread on the air
and in the water and such.

It might set
the atmosphere on fire.

Not really sure.

The atmosphere
around the Earth?

Could be.
I haven't figured that out yet.

I still need some time
to work out the details.

And you think you know
how to make this bomb?

I know I do.

Brian...

...this is what you want
to give the world?

This?

This and so much more.

Molly?

You're late.
The crowd is getting...

For God's sake, find her.

Thank you.

Will you stay tonight?

Yes.

And after tonight?

I thought...

I thought when I was
at the Temple,

part of that community,

it would all be different.

I would be different.

Come, sit with me.

You remember
when you were a little girl

and you got scared

and I told you
you would always be safe?

Hmm?

Mm.

That's not true.

I know.

Singing softly in Spanish

I gotta take a leak.

Anyone else?

Brian?

I'm fine.

Why don't you come with me?

I'm fine.

Come on.

Stretch your legs.
Do you good.

Wanna talk about something.

Okay.

Singing in Spanish...

Look at all the stars, kid.

Isn't that beautiful?

Go on, take a look.

Hmm.

Beautiful.

Continues singing
in Spanish

Continues singing
in Spanish

Continues singing
in Spanish

Sister.

Sister.

Do you want the top bunk

or the bottom?

You choose.

Continues singing
in Spanish

We interrupt

our regular broadcast
for an urgent news flash.

Dateline
Los Angeles, California.

Sister Molly Finnister
has died.

The popular radio evangelist
was pronounced dead

by the LA County
Coroner's Office

at 9:57 tonight.

All set, Lewis.

Speaking Spanish

Amen.

Speaking Spanish

There will come a time
when the world is ready for me,

when nation will battle nation,

when race will devour race,

when brother...

will kill brother,

until not a soul is left.

Are you ready, Tiago Vega?

Take it down, boys!

So what about them?

They'll be coming for us.

Not before
we come after them.

Fuck it.
City of Angels needs us, pal.

Amen, brother.

All of this
was about a damn freeway.

It's not just a freeway.

It's population control.

You cut off the Chicanos

with a barrier
of concrete and steel.

You put them in the ghetto.

And then you put up
another freeway

around the coloreds

and then the Jews

and then the Chinese.

They're not building roads.

They're building walls.

This is not
the United States of America.