Penny Dreadful: City of Angels (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Children of the Royal Sun - full transcript

Previously,
on Penny Dreadful:

City of Angels...

We were someone else for a day.

Now that's over.

I never want to see you
again, Detective.

You know, Elsa,

my husband,
your friend, Dr. Craft...

He's not who he pretends
to be, dear.

Speaking German

You have a nice dinner on Monday

with your German friends?



Better he's with your guy

than hustlers on the street.

This way, we protect him
from himself.

Kurt will see to that.

Senoritas...

Don't touch her!

She's your sister.
Kill him.

Care to cut a rug, miss?

I don't think you
really want to dance with me.

You know something I don't?

In fact, I think you want
to take me home...

Yeah.

And I think you want to hurt me.

The sound he made...



- The sound...
- Hey, hey, hey.

My warrior,
my avenging angel, no.

No, you don't need regret.

If my family ever heard...

Baby, I'm your family.

Fly's your family.

Every Pachuco's life you saved

'cause that racist
motherfucker is dead

is your family.

Okay, mi amor?

Okay.

- Good.
- Okay.

Good.

Because it's time...

to purge.

Good-bye to the blood
of your enemy...

To hiding your pride...

And your power...

Good-bye to your weak
and worthless gods.

We are the sons and daughters
of Tenochtitlan.

We sacrificed human hearts
to the sun

to quench the thirst of the sky,

unconquerable
for a thousand years.

And then another world,

in floating mountains
from Spain,

with thunder in their Gospels

and hot slaughter
in their cannons,

arrived on our shores,

and the two worlds
of the world met...

brown and white,

Aztec and European,

Hummingbird Wizard and Jesus,

Malinche and the Virgin Mary.

And they begat the children
of the royal sun...

whose manifestation

is the royal Pachuco,

whose coat of arms,

whose profane declaration,

whose poem to the ancestors,

are the holy drapes,

the warrior's armor.

And soon,
you shall have yours...

Mi querido amor.

Fly, no, man.

Don't blame her. It's all me...

Our lowest point:

In Florida, without a penny,

we parked the Gospel car

and we pitched our little tent
near a marsh.

Little did we know

September was hurricane season

in those parts.

I'll never forget my mother

pounding the tent pegs
with a hammer

to keep it from
flying up to God.

Then the water came
from that sky like...

Like a Biblical reckoning.

I can still see the tent
in shreds all around us,

our clothes
and sleeping bags, soaked,

and my mother, God bless her,

her fist raised to heaven,
cursing the lightning

and the clouds.

Finally, a truck came by,

full of men.

They... took us in.

They took care of us that night,

took us to a dry place.

And then they
took care of us that night.

Good, honest people,
praise them.

I know what you think of her.

The dragon mother.

But there are times
like that night...

when you're alone and poor,

and you're small and weak,
and...

and you're grateful

for the dragon's roar.

You have to remember that

my mother introduced me

to a mighty god...

and gave my useless life
a purpose.

When did you get this scar?

When I was a kid.

We were... in the fields.

My father was working, and...

there was a fire.

I saw my dad burning
right in front of me.

And I tried to save him,
but, um...

I couldn't.

Then I got burned.

This isn't just a burn, Tiago.

It's a blessing.

Ah, fuck me.

Lewis, what the fuck is this?

They're on a vendetta,
obviously.

For what, the Hazlett murders?

You really don't know?

- Don't know what?
- Where the hell have you been?

No one could find you.

It's personal business, Lewis.

Yeah? What's her name?

Can she corroborate?

Drop it, partner.

Your best buddy, Jimmy Reilly...

He was murdered last night.

His throat was cut
from ear to ear,

butchered like a fucking pig.

Then his naked body was tossed
in front of the station

like yesterday's trash.

Fuck.

It was meant as humiliation
of him and the Force.

So let's call it what it is,

a declaration of war.

Which brings me back

to the reason I'm here
on your street...

While the city's burning,
no one knows where the fuck.

Detective Vega is hiding
for 24 hours,

and you're not talking.

Leave it alone.
I won't say it again.

I won't be the last person
to ask you.

Look, I hated the dumb paddy.

Every day of his career,
he was an insult to the badge.

And you threatened to kill him

in front of Captain Vanderhoff,
for fuck's sake.

Jesus, you need me to say it?

I didn't do it, Lewis.

On my mother, I did not kill
Officer James Reilly,

and I did not cause him
to be killed.

First the Hazletts,
now a dead white cop.

What's next?

God, I hope it wasn't Mexicans.

And if it was?

Then we do our job.

That's right.

We do our job.

I have an idea where to start.
Come on.

I was walking home
from the store

with my brother Mateo.

This cop stopped us.

I don't know why.

Mexicans.

Because we're Mexicans.

This big one, he...
started touching me...

Feeling me.

He, uh...

His hands were so big.

He...

put them under my skirt...

inside me.

This man... inside me.

I didn't cry. I didn't scream.

I was ashamed.

You must understand

that this pain will go away.

The first step is being
brave enough

to tell your story,

which you've done.

And you must know that others,
too many others,

have suffered in the same way,

and they've come out
the other side

stronger than ever.

I was ten.

My mother and I were in Florida.

We had the misfortune
of a terrible storm,

and a group of men

who said they would help us
out of a jam...

We sat in the warm truck,

grateful to be out of the rain,

my mother in the front seat,
laughing,

drinking, I think, and...

the rest is a blur:

Rain on the windows,

tobacco smell,

my wet dress, my bare knees,

a jug of liquor
passed from hand to hand.

And then suddenly I realized...

Where is my mother?

"Where is my mother?"
I asked the men.

But what you need to know,
Josefina,

is a sacred fact

that God himself

gave this brave, sturdy,
and resilient body

to only one human being
on Earth.

He gave it to you.

And remember, no man on Earth

is strong enough to take
God's divine gift away.

It would be easier for a man

to steal the sunrise.

Yes.

And if any man even tries
to tamper with you again,

well...

a swift kick in
the you-know-where, I've found,

often ends the conversation.

My brother is a policeman.

When he was in the academy,

he taught me how to put
a suspect in a chokehold

in case any of the boys
got too fresh.

Your brother
is a police officer?

Yep,

the first Chicano detective
of the LAPD.

We're all crazy proud of Tiago.

No, I said stage left!

Soon they went back
to the beach house

and stayed all night.

Foolish girl.

Foolish little girl.

Want me
to keep following her?

No.

We know how this
is going to end,

don't we, Randolph?

You may go,

and may the Lord bless you
for your service.

You are my good right arm.

Hello, miss.
We need to have a chat

about your friend, James Reilly.

Officer Reilly's dead,
but you probably know that.

So? He was a shit.

Agreed.

How did you find me?

We all know
about his Sonoratown honeys.

Didn't take much asking
to get to you.

When's the last time
you saw him alive?

I don't remember.

What do you remember?

I was minding
my own business, okay?

No one's accusing you.

Murder is
a serious crime, Sofia.

I ain't telling you shit.

We can take you in right now
on suspicion alone.

I was in bed.

Jimmy was next to me.

He was a terrible lay,
you should know.

Wait, I'm shocked.

The door got kicked open.

Four people.
They cut him with a razor.

Who did?

Someone cut him.

So you saw who killed him?

No, I didn't see.

Fly Rico pushed me
out of the room.

Tell us who else
was in the room.

That spooky bitch
Fly likes to fuck.

Rio? Good.

Who else?

I don't know.

Two... two young guys,

two Pachucos.
One I seen at the Cat.

Do you know his name?

I don't know his name.

The other one?

He had a bandage over his thumb

where they put the tattoo...

when they're just starting,
you know?

Where's Fly Rico?

I don't know!

I don't run
with those fucked-up Pachucos.

All right, Sofia. Thank you.

- You can go.
- We're not done.

We're done. She can go.

Here.

Go get some soup, honey.

We coulda gotten more,

taken her in
to look at mug shots,

identified the other two.

She was done.

We need to go see
my brother Raul.

We need to do what?

He might know where Rico is.

This would be the brother
you shot in the head,

the one who tried to kill me?

Yeah, that's the one.

Can't wait.

You and the numbers, huh?

Who are you?

Your guardian angel, angel face.

Lewis sent me.
He couldn't make it.

How's the numbers coming?

Leave me alone.

Put that down.

So this is the idea, huh?

Blow up the world?
You and your rockets?

I do theory,
not practical application.

Isn't that convenient?

Unfortunately, your Nazi friends

do a lot
of practical application.

Detective Michener
wants to remind you

that he will do
everything he can

to protect you
from those terrible men,

but you gotta do
what you promised...

Stay away
from those German bastards.

Do not answer their calls,
do not meet with them,

and if they try to get to you,

you contact me or Lewis
right away.

Got that?

Okay, sure.

Aces.

Now tell me
about your crazy rocket.

It's kind of technical.

Honey, I learned
how to wire explosives

with the anarchists
back in the Haymarket days.

Well, the central problem

has to do with mass displacement

versus apogee and range

and of course,
the weight of the fuel,

because if the rocket's
too top-heavy,

then it won't be able
to take off.

What I'm working on here is.

the rate
of engine fuel delivery,

because if the rate's
too fast...

Ja?

Speaking German.

No, no.

Und...

I don't get why we're here.

What could your brother
possibly know?

Raul's connected
through his union work.

He knows everyone.

Look...

Maybe you should stay
in the car, yeah?

I'm only gonna be in there
for a minute.

And miss a chance
to see the inside

of your beloved childhood home?

It's just it can get
complicated, Lewis.

Are you telling me everything?

Because I don't think so.

Like I said, maybe you
should stay in the car.

Yeah, it's been
all over the radio.

Say that he was naked

and they tossed him
out of a car.

It's fucked, I know.

You knew him?

We all know each other,
more or less.

You too?

Like your brother said.

It's a small force,

considering, you know, the city.

I'm sorry to hear it.

No one should die like that.

I'm glad you think so.

People should die with dignity
if that's how they lived.

So what are you doing here?

Why aren't you out on the street

looking for the killer?

I need something from you.

I need to know
where Fly Rico is.

Maybe I'll take a walk.

Hey, Mama,
you know what Lewis would love?

For you to introduce him
to Santa Muerte.

Wait, let me guess.

You're not actually Jewish.

Isn't she beautiful?

That's one word.

Those teeth...

Her magic
is very powerful.

You pray to her,

and she gives you what you want.

The gold Santa Muerte...
You pray to her for your raise.

Mm-hmm.

The white for purity of heart,

the green for justice,

the red for love.

Black is for protection
from all evil.

Every cop needs
that last one very much.

Tell it to Tiago.

None of my children
believe in her,

except Raul.

Well... thank you for
allowing me in here.

I feel honored, Mrs. Vega.

Tiago has talked
a lot about you.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Well, you did a great job
with that kid.

You raised an honest man.

Ain't nothing harder to find,

especially on the City of
Angels Police Force.

I am the one to thank you.

You picked him for a partner

when no one else
wanted a Chicano.

That took guts.

He probably won't tell you
how grateful he is.

He thanks me every day

by being a stand-up guy
and a good cop.

Whenever you're ready,
Detective Michener.

We need to go. Bye, Mama.

Oh, well,
thank you for the coffee,

- Mrs. Vega.
- Wait.

She will look out for you.

Hmm?

What can it hurt, right?

Yeah.

What can it hurt?

Take care of my boy.

What burns me
is her condescension.

"Point of order, Mr. Chairman."

Point of order, my ass.

I'm relieved
to see the return

of your fighting spirit.

She's a formidable adversary

and I daresay
won't easily abandon

her vision of the motorway.

Don't worry about it, Alex.

She doesn't know
who she's messing with.

I'm goddamn King Kong today.

As you say, sir.

Do you think this tie
goes with my eyes?

I have to say, I find

this sudden preoccupation
with clothing

a little remarkable.

Yeah, well, life is short.

Indeed. The blue.

- The blue?
- Royal, sir.

'Cause, you know,
life isn't all about work

and stress and strategy.

Sometimes life is... surprising.

All at once, okay,
when you don't expect it,

it's like the fog lifts,

and you're face-to-face
with, uh,

a vista you
couldn't have dreamed,

all yours to explore...

if you're brave enough.

Councilman, how long
have we known each other?

You know,
I don't exactly remember

when it was you started...

It's like I've always been
there for you, sir,

and in all that time,

I've never heard you
rhapsodizing about anything,

except maybe the surf and turf
at the Derby.

What do you know about Kurt,
Goss' man?

What about him, sir?

Never mind. The...

You're only human, sir.

You have needs,
just like everyone else does.

I applaud your new vista.

Love is a glorious thing,
isn't it?

But don't you ever ask
anyone else

about Kurt again...

or any boy.

Hear me?

Let's drop this.

Imagine what
Beverly Beck would do.

Imagine what your father
would say.

I'll keep this one.

You can return the rest.

Miss Romero,

a word with you, if we may.

What the hell do you want?

Look, we apologize
for interrupting,

but my partner and I
are on a mission

- of some urgency.
- Yeah? So am I.

It's called getting dinner
on the table.

We need to track down Fly Rico

and some of his people.

We understand
you're close to him.

I'm not his mother.

His mother
lives right over there.

Go ask her. Nice old lady.

Diabetic, half-blind,
don't speak a word of English.

Makes the best flan
on the street.

Knock it off.

We have a dead cop
and a city on the verge

of fucking exploding...
Can you understand that?

Mommy... Mommy...

Listen, Bernadette.
It was either Fly

or one of his lieutenants.

It's okay, mi amor.
No one can hurt us.

Does your little girl know

you've been living
in this country illegally?

You son of a bitch.

You tell us what we need
to know,

or I swear, I will make sure

you get separated
from her immediately.

You understand me?

Then I will see you deported,

and once we dump your ass
in the Mexican desert,

you will never see
this little girl again.

- Christ, Tiago.
- Do we understand each other?

Speaking Spanish.

Entiendes?

Listen, you can get back

to putting dinner on the table,
Miss, but first,

we need an address.

Help me out here, huh?

Where do we find Fly Rico?

Third floor corner.

That's what she said.

You know Frederick March?

Is he on the Force?

Frederick March, the actor.

He won the coveted Academy Award

for a movie called
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

You know that one?

Yeah. Okay, I get it.

I told your mother
you were a good cop.

Should I go back
and revise my opinion?

Just say it.

One, I don't know
who the fuck you are today.

Two, I know
you're hiding something

about last night.

Three, you've been up and down
like a fucking yo-yo,

and that makes me nervous,
because four,

I don't feel like stepping
into a dangerous situation

with an unstable
armed yo-yo at my side.

Look, I'm fine.

What happened with your brother?

He told me some things.

- What things, chief?
- It's private, Lewis.

It's family.

Okay.

But we do this, we go in there,

we risk our necks, fine,
but we are focused.

We are by the book,
or we call for backup

and hand this over
to a better team.

You know there's
no better team, Lewis.

Okay, now,
this is what we have.

Okay.

Five. One, two, three...

Ah, sorry, Tom.

That's okay, Dad.
You didn't mean it.

Dad, you have to say "sorry"
really loud,

and you don't have to mean it.

How can I not mean it?
I feel bad right now for Tom.

Yell it, sarcastic.

- Sorry!
- Sorry!

You'll get used to it.

- Your turn, Mom.
- Okay.

So I've got to sell
some magazine subscriptions

to raise money
for my debate team's trip

to Bakersfield
for the regionals.

Will you buy one?

I need to sell ten.

Then I'll buy all of them.

But if you buy them all,
isn't that like... cheating?

Cheating?

Let it go, Peter.

Uh, I will be a moment,

then the game will continue, ja.

Oh!

Hello, this is Peter Craft.

Peter, it's me.

Elsa...

You have to come.

Something terrible...

Mr. Branson...

I don't know what to do.

I need you.

Please.

Come on, Dad.
Your turn.

I have to go.
There's, uh, an emergency.

What happened?

It's an emergency, Linda.

That's why you have
office hours.

It's the hospital.

I knew this was too good
to goddamn last.

I couldn't be raped
one more time, Peter.

What my husband did to me,

how he hurt me...

I-I couldn't.
I couldn't let him.

I sent Frank away.

I am thanking God
he did not see.

Nice tie.

I brought Chinese.

So Mexican kids like
to ride their bikes

in the middle of the night?

He's a lookout.

Don't you fucking move!

Let him go.

You okay?

Yeah.

Let's go.

You or me?

Me, on three.

Listen, partner.

Cool as a cucumber, you hear me?

No bang-bang.

- I'll get Rico!
- Go!

I will fucking shoot you both.

Rio!
Fucking let me in, Rio!

Hands up, son.

Mateo!

Why don't you just shoot me?

Did you kill Reilly?

You good
at shooting brothers, huh?

Did you kill James Reilly?

With these two hands.

He was here now,
I'd do it again, ese.

Run.

Run!