Penny Dreadful: City of Angels (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Dead People Lie Down - full transcript

[MAGDA] Previously,

on Penny Dreadful:
City of Angels...

Now open your arms, sister.
I'll give you many souls today.

You are the
first Chicano detective

in the Los Angeles
Police Department.

I guess I should say, welcome
to Homicide, Detective Vega.

[TOWNSEND]
The transportation committee

has voted in favor
of the Arroyo Seco motorway.

Construction will continue
Monday morning.

This is our home!

We will fight for it.



What we want is to make you
the mayor of Los Angeles.

I won't betray my country.

[RICHARD] Of course you will.

♪ Dramatic music ♪

[SANTA MUERTE]
There is a prophecy.

A time will come
when race will devour race...

[CROWD SHOUTING]

[SANTA MUERTE] ...when brother
will kill brother...

Raul, no!

♪♪♪

[SANTA MUERTE]
until not a soul is left.

♪♪♪

[RESPIRATOR HISSING, CLICKING]

[WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
OVER PA]



[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]

[SMOOCHES]

Whispering prayer in Spanish

♪ ominous music ♪

♪♪♪

[SIREN WAILING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

♪♪♪

[SIGHS]

[MAN] Get out of here!
Get out of the way!

Hey, hey. Hold on.

I can do this. Go home.

My brother's in there.

Those motherfuckers only see
a brown face,

same kind shot them down.

Go round back.

I do that, and I'm gonna go
round back

for the rest of my life.

♪♪♪

[REILLY] No, no, no, no, no, no.

No fucking way
this cunt goes inside.

You want me to bleed to death
all over your brogues?

Get out of the way.

- [SPITS]
- [LEWIS] You...

[TIAGO] Hey, leave it! Leave it!

- Come on, Reilly.
- Easy.

- [OFFICERS TALKING]
- Not here.

You all right?

[LEWIS] My backswing's screwed,
but yeah.

Who shot you? Did you see?

Shit, no.

I was crawling inside
my own tush trying to hide.

So much tear gas everywhere,
who the fuck saw anything?

Four fucking dead cops,
and no one saw anything.

Lancaster lost a goddamn eye.

- How many dead Mexicans?
- Don't fucking even.

You get patched up,
then you two come and see me.

This needs sorted out.
You hear me?

Go find your family.
[GRUNTS SOFTLY]

I'm fine.

[SIGHS]

[GRUNTS]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Lewis...

You know who shot you.

No, I don't. Neither do you.

No one saw anything.
No one did anything.

No one shot anybody.

You hear me, partner?

Oh! [GROANS]

Give me my flask, huh?

[LID RATTLING]

Thank you.

I'm the one who should be
thanking you.

Go to your family.
I like to drink alone.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[SIGHS]

[WOMAN WHIMPERING]

♪ Somber music ♪

[WOMAN SOBBING]

♪♪♪

[SHRIEKING]

♪♪♪

We took care of the officers
first, of course,

but got to him
without much delay.

He had swelling on the brain,

so we had to open his skull
to release the pressure.

Is the bullet still in his...

It glanced off his skull,
but bone fragments

shattered and lodged
in the brain.

But he's alive?

He's being kept alive.
Look, I'm sorry,

but you have to start
making plans.

You'll have to remove him
from the respirator.

When?

Two, three days at the most.
I'm sorry.

- [MARIA] praying in Spanish.
- [JOSEFINA CRYING]

[RESPIRATOR HISSING]

[MARIA]
whispering prayer in Spanish

[BREATHING SHAKILY]

[TIAGO SHUSHING]

Easy, easy.

- It's okay.
- [JOSEFINA GASPING]

It's okay, amor. Tranquila.

Mateo.

[JOSEFINA SNIFFLING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Look what they did to him.

Mamá.

How about I call Father Nuñez?

He's not gonna die.

No, señor.

Mamá, the doctor and I talked,
and he...

Let me tell you what I know.

Two floors up,
right in this hospital,

I brought him into this world.

He will not die here.

[MARIA EXHALES SHARPLY]

[MARIA] praying in Spanish.

Stay with her.

I'm gonna call
Father Nuñez, and...

I saw what you did.

If he dies...

you are not a part of
this family.

♪ Dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

[DOOR CREAKS OPEN, CLOSED]

♪♪♪

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

♪♪♪

[SOBS SOFTLY]

♪♪♪

[VANDERHOFF] So now we're
looking at a Mexican uprising.

Come on. Don't you think that...

Don't... don't.

We have a white family
from Beverly Hills butchered

in some kind of a voodoo ritual.

Now we have a mob of Mexicans

shooting down cops
in the street.

City Hall needs this resolved,

and resolve it we shall.

How do we do that, sir?

You need to conclude
the Hazlett case.

Follow up on the victims,
do any fucking thing you want,

but bring me a Mexican head
on a plate.

Any Mexican head?

Just to be clear,

you want us to conclude
the Hazlett case,

not solve it?

That is entirely correct.

♪♪♪

We'll swing by my place,
and I'll change.

Then...

[EXHALES DEEPLY]

What the hell do we do then?

We know Hazlett
wasn't killed at the house,

but we know the places he
went... his office, the temple,

the construction site,
the country club.

Neighbors said he didn't drink,
didn't smoke,

didn't run around with women.

Who goes to the trouble
of murdering someone

so fucking boring?

He was a goddamn choir boy.

Then maybe we ought to check
out the choir.

♪ Curious music ♪

♪♪♪

[SIZZLING]

Well,
the transportation committee

is well and truly fucked.

Excuse my French.

How do you see that, sir?

The Arroyo Seco's finished.

The spics took care of that.

And with Hazlett dead,
we got no one

to build the damn thing, anyway.

Don't we, though?

A firm with your best
interests at heart, perhaps.

What's it matter, Alex?

After today,
it's too politically sensitive.

No one will touch it,

and I go back to zoning
goddamn crosswalks in Torrance.

Forgive me for saying so,

but four dead police officers

isn't just a tragedy.

It's an opportunity.

The people of this city
are terrified right now.

They're locking their doors
and turning out their lights,

scared their gardeners
are gonna hack 'em to pieces

with their machetes.

What the people need

is a champion...

to defend their interests,

to be their voice,

to channel their fear and anger
into something constructive.

Like the motorway.

It's not just a motorway
anymore.

- It's a symbol.
- And I did want

to get on the radio more.

Even more so, the newsreels.

Oh, I look pudgy on camera.

Oh, we'll take care of that...
Your Honor.

We can't exploit a bunch
of dead cops for politics.

Not exploiting.

Honoring, healing.

[PHONE RINGS]

Now drink that down
like a good boy.

Hello?

Understood. Thank you.

[DISTANT SIREN WAILING]

Go ahead, Mr. Nichols.

We'll need the mustache trimmed
as well, if you please.

Yes, madam.

♪ Disquieting music ♪

♪♪♪

[PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

♪♪♪

[TIAGO]
So this is Hazlett's church?

[LEWIS] A little grandiose
for my taste.

The yellow dresses
are nice, though.

We don't exactly fit in.

Cops never fit in.

That's why we're cops.

[LEWIS SIGHS] Come on, partner.

Let's go buy us some snake oil.

You think she's a fraud?

I think everyone's a fraud.

[WOMAN] Welcome
to Joyful Voices Ministry.

May I help you gentlemen?

[CLEARS THROAT]

We need to see Sister Molly.

I'm sorry. That's impossible.

What did you say to me?

We just need a few moments
of her time, sir.

- That's all.
- I'm sorry.

She's preparing for her service.

Son, she'll be preparing
for a fucking search warrant

if we don't see her
in the next two seconds.

Let me get Miss Adelaide.

♪ Dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

[MACHINES CLICKING]

♪♪♪

My daughter is communing
with the Lord,

preparatory to her sermon.

I will not allow you
to disturb her.

[LEWIS] Sure, sure,
"communing with the Lord."

I get it.

Tell us about James Hazlett.

His passing was a great loss
to the temple.

Uh-huh.

Did he have
some kind of job here?

Why do you inquire?

It's a simple question, ma'am.

He was a deacon
in our organization

and had various obligations
commensurate to that position.

- Such as?
- He was one of our bursars.

One of the money guys.
Must have been a busy fella.

Without the donations
of the faithful,

we could not carry out
our good works.

I'm all for good works.

Detective, I don't know
what more I can say.

Mr. Hazlett was a valued member
of the church.

There's nothing more to add.

Did he have an office here?

Well, he has a construction
business downtown.

But did he have an office here
for his bursarial work?

Yes, but the public
is not allowed back there.

Now, if you will excuse me...

Then how about you just
show me, just real quick?

My partner will stay here.

I just need to take a gander
at his things,

got to be thorough, dear.

You wouldn't believe all
the forms I have to fill out

back at the station.

My life is paperwork.
Everybody thinks that...

[SOFT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS
ON SPEAKER]

[MAN OVER PA]
Please take your seats,

ladies and gentlemen.

We'll be on the air shortly.

♪♪♪

[INDISTINCT CHATTER
IN OTHER ROOM]

♪♪♪

[MAN OVER PA]
Ladies and gentlemen,

and radio listeners
across this land,

we thank you
for your attendance.

Now prepare yourself to feel
the power of the Lord

and take flight
on the musical wings

of our blessed angel!

[CROWD APPLAUDING]

♪♪♪

Ladies and gentlemen,

may I introduce you
to your righteous Sister Molly

in the battle with Satan,

armed with but a song
and a smile!

Ladies and gentlemen,

your own Sister Molly!

[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]

[SPOTLIGHTS CLANGING]

[MOUTHING WORDS]

Yesterday I met
a gentleman on the street,

and a gentleman he was...

A fine-tailored suit,

sharp arrow collar,
and ten-dollar Florsheims.

And he said to me,

"Sister, I'm what
you call a diplomat."

I've traveled
all over the world,

and I've looked high and low
for the Lord,

but where is he?

I didn't find him in Rangoon.

I didn't find him in Caracas.

"I didn't even find him
in Des Moines."

[LAUGHTER]

"Where the heck's He hiding?"

[LAUGHTER]

Well, I was enthralled.

A diplomat. My word.

- That's a first for me.
- [JAZZ PIANO MUSIC PLAYS]

So I said,
"Brother, tell me more."

And this is what he said to me.

♪♪♪

♪ I've flown around
the world in a plane ♪

♪ I've settled revolutions ♪

♪ In Spain ♪

♪ The North Pole,
I have charted ♪

♪ But can't get started
with you ♪

♪♪♪

♪ Around the golf course ♪

♪ I'm under par ♪

♪ And all the movies ♪

♪ Want me to star ♪

♪ I've got a house,
a showplace ♪

♪ But I get no place with you ♪

♪ You're so supreme ♪

Doesn't she have a pretty voice?

I keep meaning to pick up
one of her record albums,

but then I think, "Eh..."

"radio's free," right?

[SISTER MOLLY'S SINGING MUFFLED]

Mr. Hazlett have any enemies?

It was Mexicans, wasn't it?

Sure it was,
just got to cross all the Ts.

He have any enemies?

Not to my knowledge.

Did you ever go by his house?

We don't socialize
with our congregants, not ever.

Uh-huh.

That makes sense.

I'm gonna borrow these.
[CLEARS THROAT]

[BOOKS THUD]

There a problem
with that, ma'am?

Listen here, Hymie.

You may think you know
what you're doing here,

but believe me, you don't.

This is the Lord's house,

and we are sanctified
in the blood of the lamb.

Right now
I'm a little more concerned

with the blood
of these two kids.

Take a look, honey.

[SISTER MOLLY CONTINUES SINGING]

♪♪♪

♪ But lately how I've smarted ♪

♪ 'Cause I can't get started
with you ♪

♪ Oh, no, I can't get started ♪

♪ You've got me so downhearted ♪

♪♪♪

♪ Oh, no, I can't get started
with you ♪

♪ Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo ♪

♪ 'Cause I can't ♪

♪ Get started ♪

♪ With you ♪

[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]

You ever seen Beau Geste?

- What?
- Beau Geste.

Beau Geste, the movie.

These three guys are in this
French Foreign Legion fort

in the middle of the desert,

and all these Arabs are
about to attack.

All the other soldiers are
already dead, right?

So they put the dead bodies
around the fort

so the Arabs will think
that there's a shitload of them

defending the place.

It's a con, right?

That's what this case is.

The bodies all painted up
and left in the LA River,

the Mexican crap,
the words written in blood

on the fucking wall...

Come on. It's all too much.

It's fake.

So, in all that distraction,
we never ask the one question

you're supposed to...
Who has something to gain?

Who wanted Hazlett dead?

Something to do with the money?

Five will get you ten.

I'll start going through these

and then swing by
Hazlett's office downtown

to grab his records.

Something's got to shake loose.

I'll keep on Sister Molly,

find some way
to talk to her privately.

Take your time.
Find the right moment.

Slowly, slowly catchy monkey,
right?

And let me tell you.

I know when
I'm being warned off.

That lady has something to hide,

and, pal,
we're gonna find out what.

[WAVE CRASHES]

[BIRD SQUAWKING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[WAVES CRASHING]

[TOM] I'm telling you.

It won't look right
unless we have a parapet.

What the heck's a parapet?

It's a wall up at the top for
the places for the soldiers.

You're so ignorant.

He's not ignorant, Tom.

He's ill-informed.

[WAVES CRASHING]

[TREVOR SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY]

Stay here, boys.

Trevor, mind your brother.

If you're going to the place,
will you get me a Yoo-hoo?

I will not.

[WAVE CRASHES]

Hello, Mrs. Branson.

Why, Dr. Craft. Hello.

What a surprise.

Ja, for me, too. [CHUCKLES]

But don't you work on Mondays?

My day off, you see.

And, uh, I have no taste
for the golfing.

Ja, the beach is where
we go, Frank and me.

The sun is good for him,
you see... his breathing.

It is, ja.

I'm here with my boys.

Would...

Would you like to join us?

How kind you are.

Ja, it's good for Frank
to make a friend.

We're right over here.
[CHUCKLES]

[GIGGLES]

[MARIA] praying in Spanish

[RESPIRATOR HISSING]

She can't be on the floor
like that.

It's unsanitary.

[RESPIRATOR HISSING]

[SIGHS]

Hey.

[JOSEFINA SNIFFLING]

Want a bottle of pop?

♪ Somber music ♪

♪♪♪

I'll be right back.

♪♪♪

[SNIFFLES]

♪♪♪

[CRYING]

- [METALLIC JINGLE]
- [FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

[CRYING]

[REILLY] Boo-fucking-hoo.

♪♪♪

[SNIFFLES]

What are you crying about?

♪♪♪

What?

[MACHINE CLANGS]

You heard me, boy.

What are you crying about?
Huh, Pancho?

Some of the cops your people
killed today, huh?

You crying for them?

You wetback cocksucker.

My partner got his fucking eye
shot out.

Yeah.

[GASPS, WHIMPERS]

This eye.

How's that feel?

Fucking cry now.

Fucking scream.

Go on.

Scream for me.

♪♪♪

Officer Reilly.

I would like to buy a soda pop.

Not your problem, Rico.
Stay out of it.

A grape Nehi.

[SCOFFS]

There's four of us, pal.

There's a city of me.

[TRAFFIC BUZZING OUTSIDE]

One day, Rico.

[SMOOCHES]

- [MACHINE WHIRRING]
- [COIN CLINKS]

Why didn't you scream?

I was too busy pissing my pants.

[CHUCKLES]

I'm Fly Rico.

You know me, ese?

[COIN CLINKS]

[GROANS]

My uncle's upstairs.

Ese pendejo was there today.

I told him not to go,
but he won't listen.

So now they're picking
shotgun pellets

from his numbskull ass.

What are you doing here?

My brother's here.

You know The Cat?

Find me there.

Why?

Because you didn't scream.

You're a Pachuco, baby.

♪ Upbeat swing music ♪

♪♪♪

[PETER] Play nice, boys, huh?
Be good.

Frank, be nice.

Beau Geste, it's foreign.
Beau Geste.

Did you see that?

No.

It's the middle
of the desert, right?

And this is a fort.

[TREVOR] And these guys
over here are all Arabs.

They're the bad guys.

And these guys here,
on the parapet,

are all dead.

Then they should be lying down.

♪ Unsettling music ♪

Dead people lie down.

[TREVOR] Well,
they stood them up to make

the Arabs think there's a lot
more of them,

a lot more good guys.

Okay?

All dead.

[TREVOR] Jeez, all right.
Anyway...

so these Arabs are getting
ready to attack...

[PETER] It's not as good
as everyone says,

but, uh, all war books
are the same after a while.

Ja, they are making the movie.

That will be better.

I was in Berlin after the war.

You wouldn't make a movie
of that.

That was the same in Essen.

Our poor country has bled,
has it not?

Ja.

At least now we get
up from our knees and stand.

Where's your wife?

[WAVES CRASHING]

Um...

um, my wife is, uh, not
complected for the sunshine.

She burns so.

So, too, is Mr. Branson,
and he is a large man,

so he does not fit easy
in the bathing clothes.

Frank and I love the beach.

You look at the ocean,
you know, and you...

you dream of going.

- Going where?
- Anywhere.

Sail off in a boat,
Frank and me.

Tahiti.

Maybe we go to Tahiti.

After the war, I was living
in the basement of a shoe store

with my baby sister.

There was no food in Berlin...

So we had to leave...

leave or die in the street, ja?

♪ Melancholy music ♪

We went to the country
where there...

there should've been food,

but there was only soldiers.

♪♪♪

That's where I met Mr. Branson.

♪♪♪

He was not handsome
in his uniform.

He was... he was fat even then.

♪♪♪

[VOICE BREAKING]
But he had food.

♪♪♪

And I needed food.

♪♪♪

[SNIFFLES] Forgive me.

I'm... I'm nothing
but a silly woman.

Not at all.

♪♪♪

Who wouldn't want to sail away
one day?

♪♪♪

And where would you go, Doctor?

♪♪♪

Yeah, I think Tahiti
for me, too.

♪♪♪

[WAVES CRASHING]

♪♪♪

You sure I can't give you
a ride?

It is no trouble.

You are too kind already.

Frank, please thank Dr. Craft
for the Yoo-hoo.

- Thank you, Doctor.
- My pleasure.

So then, I, um...

I see you in the office
on Friday, ja?

Ja.

Good-bye, then.

♪♪♪

Say good-bye
to your new friends, Frank.

Hmm.

Bye, Tom. Bye, Trevor.

It was really fun playing.

[ELSA LAUGHS]

♪ Disquieting music ♪

Come along, boys.

[METALLIC CLANG]

♪♪♪

[CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING]

♪♪♪

27 years old.

♪ Dramatic music ♪

27 years old,
Officer Maynard West.

This is how they murdered him.

This is his widow...

Mrs. Gloria West.

They have a four-year-old boy
at home.

His name is Nicholas.

His mother will have
to sit down with him tonight

and tell him he'll never see
his father again.

♪♪♪

God forbid we ever forget it.

♪♪♪

The city of Los Angeles has
never lost four police officers

in a single day.

The animals that assassinated
Officer West and his brothers

must be brought to justice,
for this city can no longer

live under the shadow
of their anarchy.

They fired first.

They shot our boys down
in cold blood.

They had no mercy,
and we can show none to them.

Let every Mexican
in Los Angeles know

this will not stand.

♪♪♪

And what was the cause?

Why did they kill Officer West?

Why did they leave Nicholas
without a father?

Not for money, not for food.

They did it because of a road...

a motorway they don't like.

Well, I say that very road
must now be

a symbol of something larger.

It is our golden pathway
to the future,

and no pack of dogs
will stop it.

Tomorrow I will introduce
a motion in the City Council

to rename it the Maynard West
Memorial Motorway.

For Officer West,
for all of us...

I will build this road.

- [CAMERAS SHUTTERS CLICKING]
- I will build this road!

♪♪♪

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

♪♪♪

[INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES]

[DISHES CLINK]

[WATER SPLASHES]

[WATER SPLASHES]

Sister Molly.

My name is
Detective Santiago Vega.

I'd like to ask you
a few questions, if I can.

Oh. Uh...

Of course. M-may I continue?

Yes, ma'am.

I'm here about James Hazlett.
You knew him, I understand.

That's right.

He is, um...

[CLICKS TONGUE]
Was a deacon at our temple.

A fine, tall man.

I feel his loss greatly.

He was involved
in the finances, wasn't he?

[SISTER MOLLY] I believe so.

Uh, my mother oversees
that part of the business.

I do other things.

Yes, I-I know that.
I saw you earlier today.

[DISH CLINKS]

How was I?

Uh, great,
and the songs were great.

Everyone likes the tunes.

[PLATES CLATTERING GENTLY]

- Do you think he was tall?
- Hmm?

Mr. Hazlett... you said he was
"a fine, tall man."

I-I meant tall as in upstanding.

That's what I meant.

Hmm.

Did you know him well?

Oh, not especially.

Um, we had dinner at his house
once last year.

Oh, no, um,
it was the year before,

my mother and I.

But I found it's difficult

getting too close
to the parishioners.

Why's that?

- [DISH CLANGS]
- They become attached.

Did Mr. Hazlett?

[LAUGHS] No.

He was always very levelheaded.

Even-keeled, I'd say.

But as I say, uh, we don't like
to get too friendly,

lest they become attached.

Aren't they attached to you
anyway, your parishioners?

Well, to the temple, not to me.

I'm "that woman on the stage"

or "that voice on the radio."

Otherwise I don't really exist.
[CHUCKLES]

Hey, fella,
get back to the truck.

No, it's fine.

We're just talking.

Go on, Randolph.

He's here to protect my virtue.

[DISH THUDS]

How come you're not out front,
where more people can see you?

Oh, well,
it becomes a distraction.

I'm too famous, it seems.

And I like it back here.

Why's that?

You are a detective.

[CHUCKLES]

It's quiet back here.

My life is...

Well, it's busy.

I tour, I do the radio show,

and record the songs.

But I didn't get into it
for all that.

My calling is pastoral.
I-I just want to help people.

Same reason you chose to join
the police force, I suppose.

I guess so.

But you're not sure?

No, I'm sure.

I didn't have much
of a choice, really.

My mother had me on the revival
circuit when I was four.

[CHUCKLES] I would sing a song,
and she would pass the hat.

"Lullabies and the Lord."

We went from town to town
all over Nebraska.

Sooner or later,
the faith just found me.

Have you been saved, Detective?

Are you offering?

Uh, can you get me those plates?

[ANTON] You read the paper?

They say it's gonna be
Bette Davis now.

Bette Davis?

This is a teenage
Southern belle.

You explain that to me.

I couldn't even lift
the damn book, it's so heavy.

And the Civil War... pfft...
Like I care.

All I'm saying is,
they cast Bette Davis, I'm out.

What do you have
against Bette Davis?

It's the principle, Lewis.

Casting a movie is like
tailoring trousers.

You got to be specific
on the leg,

on the inseam, on the cuff,
on the break...

I get it.

You cannot tell me
that Bette Davis

is an 18-year-old
Southern belle and a virgin.

- That woman is no virgin.
- Exactly.

And you know this how?

You mean Scarlett
or Bette Davis?

Scarlett's the virgin,
at least to start.

Everyone's a virgin
to start, Sam.

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

Six-letter word meaning
"given to fright."

- Scared?
- Starts with C.

- Cowardly.
- No, six letters.

Hey, hey. Here they come.

Who's this?

[ANTON] We seen him before?

He's new.

What? They met someone inside?

[DOTTIE] He's just a kid.

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]

I'm telling you, Lewis.

You should call the FBI.

You think Hoover gives a shit
about the Jews?

Ask Emma Goldman.

- Call the Army or something.
- I don't trust them.

You, I trust... more or less.

So a bunch of old Jews are
gonna prevent the Third Reich

from invading America?

We should be playing
goddamn canasta.

Sam, you and Anton take your car

and follow the Nazis.

- We'll take the kid.
- What are you talking about?

- I'm a tailor, not Mr. Moto.
- Just don't get too close.

Stay in the other lane. Go on.

- Jeez, what next?
- I'm sure they're just going

back to the ambassador.

Don't worry. Go, go!

Come on.

[INSECTS CHIRPING]

[Peter grunting]

[DOGS BARKING IN THE DISTANCE]

[BOTH PANTING]

♪ Mystical music ♪

♪♪♪

[GRUNTS]

[MOANING]

[BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY]

[GRUNTS]

♪♪♪

[BOTH GRUNTING]

♪♪♪

[GROANING]

[PANTING]

Don't ever embarrass me
like that again.

[ANIMAL CALLS IN THE DISTANCE]

I'm your wife,
not some San Pedro tart.

[ANIMAL CALLS IN THE DISTANCE]

Yeah, sorry.

[INSECTS CHIRPING OUTSIDE]

[SIREN WAILS IN THE DISTANCE]

[SISTER MOLLY] His mother
asked me to go visit him.

It was the top floor
of the hospital.

Took the elevator
all the way up.

His room was way down
at the end of the corridor.

I went in.

He was in an iron lung,

uh, looking up at me
through the mirror.

I told his mother
I can't heal people.

I told her that's not
within my power.

But she begged.

What happened?

I prayed with him.

He was so weak,
he just mouthed the words.

He was on the edge, you see.

One step more,
and God would take him.

I'm sure you brought him
comfort.

♪ Solemn music ♪

I don't know that I did.

♪♪♪

I think...

♪♪♪

I think he saw through me.

The dying have a special grace,

and I think he saw
straight into my heart.

♪♪♪

Honestly,
I didn't want him to live.

I wanted his suffering to end
and for him to be with God

where he could walk again
and... and be happy.

I wanted...

I wanted him to die.

♪♪♪

My brother's dying.

♪♪♪

[SNIFFLES]

I'm so sorry.

♪♪♪

He's in the hospital.

♪♪♪

And we need to, um...

♪♪♪

[SNIFFLES]
take him off the respirator.

Probably tomorrow.

♪♪♪

Do you pray for him?

♪♪♪

I don't really do that.

Do you believe in miracles?

No.

♪♪♪

Do you believe in God?

♪♪♪

No.

♪♪♪

Are you sure?

♪♪♪

[SIGHS]
When I was a kid, I, um...

When my father died...

♪♪♪

I thought I saw Santa Muerte.

Are you sure you didn't?

[SNIFFLES]

If your brother is
on the edge...

help him find grace.

But find it in yourself first.

When that little boy
looked up at me...

I couldn't find the grace
within myself.

So I...

♪♪♪

I...

How could I help him?

♪♪♪

What happened to him?

Well, he died...

Two days later.

I had to do a radio show
that night.

And then I went home
and cut my wrists.

♪♪♪

If your brother dies,

then come to me.

Thank you, Sister.

[SIGHS]

Please call me Molly.

Sister is the woman
on the stage.

And that's not you?

[SCOFFS] This is me.

I'm here every Monday,
up to my ass in dirty dishes.

♪ Warm music ♪

[MISS ADELAIDE] Molly Joan.

The car is waiting.

Mother, this is Detective Vega.

We've met.

Come along now.

[INSECTS CHIRPING]

If you must speak
with my daughter again,

you do it through our lawyer.

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

[CAR DOOR SLAMS]

[ENGINE TURNS OVER]

♪ Dramatic music ♪

You're too close.

What, you want
I should lose 'em?

♪♪♪

[SAM] What the hell's
he doing up here?

[ANTON] Going to the ambassador?

[SAM] Does it look like he's
going to the ambassador?

He's going up into the Hills.

♪♪♪

Where are we?

Pasadena.

Who's gonna notice two old Jews
in Pasadena?

♪♪♪

[ANTON] You're too close.

What the heck is he doing
up here?

Is he gonna go deer hunting?

♪♪♪

[DOTTIE] Where's this now?

- Caltech.
- Where, now?

Dottie, turn up your ears.
It's Caltech.

♪♪♪

[DOOR CLOSES]

♪♪♪

[RESPIRATOR HISSING]

♪ Dreamy music ♪

♪♪♪

[MARIA CRYING]

Holy Angel,

mother of the dead,

hear my plea.

[GASPS] speaking Spanish

♪♪♪

[GASPS, WHIMPERS]
speaking Spanish

♪ ominous music ♪

[MARIA] speaking Spanish

[MARIA CRYING]

[SAM] Craven.

- What?
- Craven.

Six-letter word
for "given to fright."

Starts with a C, "craven."

Write it down.
I got to tell Dottie.

How am I supposed to do that?
I got no paper.

In the glove box.
In the glove box.

♪♪♪

[ANTON] Hey, hey, hey.

♪♪♪

[MARIA] Holy Angel,

mother of death, hear my plea.

♪♪♪

[MARIA] Holy Angel,
mother of death, hear my plea.

[SILENCED GUNSHOTS]

♪ Dramatic music ♪

[TIRES CRUNCHING]

[CAR RUMBLING, EXPLOSION]

♪♪♪

[MARIA] praying in Spanish

[MARIA CRYING]

- [WHOOSHING]
- [MARIA] speaks Spanish

♪ eerie music ♪

♪♪♪

[INHUMAN GROWL]

♪♪♪

[EERIE WHISPERS]

[INHUMAN GROWL]

♪♪♪

[CURTAINS FLAPPING]

♪♪♪

[CURTAINS FLAPPING]

♪♪♪

[CLICKING, ODD GROANING]

[AIR WHOOSHES]

♪ Sinister music ♪

♪♪♪

♪ Mysterious orchestra music ♪

♪♪♪