The Frankenstein Chronicles (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 4 - Episode #2.4 - full transcript
An unexpected encounter with the mysterious Frederick Dipple suggests that Marlott needs to protect his allies, who he realizes are increasingly in danger.
If you dare
to raise your head above the pulpit
the Dean will come along
and knock it off for you.
I'm configuring
a clockwork figure, wearing that gown.
We will be unveiling her
at Mr Dipple's party.
You said the Dean wanted to sell Pye Street.
That land is worth
a hundred times that value.
If they cleared the slums that is...
The plague's doing that for them.
- You know him?
- No.
I can show you where he come from, though.
Play one of the best new FPS shooters,
search Steam for PROJECT WARLOCK
God weeps for us, here in Westminster.
Where the Pale Horseman wanders.
Where the sword
of the Devil strikes out against us.
Where his foul...
and malignant plague seeps...
into the souls
of all who turn their backs...
to Heaven.
Take this to the vicar
of St John's in Pye Street
"Where the Devils sword
strikes out against us."
"Where his foul and malignant plague
seeps into the souls
of all who turn their backs to Heaven."
For it is the Devil at work here.
That which God cast out.
And that which God,
in His sorrow and His vengeance
has unleashed to punish our corruption...!
- Enough!
I've heard enough of this.
You say that we ourselves are to blame
for all these horrors that surround us!
You say that God himself punishes us
for nothing more than living our lives?
No.
This disease is not the hand of God
it's not the work of the Devil.
This poison here in Pye Street
is in the water itself!
The well has been
deliberately poisoned by human hands!
These are not the words of God!
These are lies!
Spoken in a house of lies!
No more!
No more.
What did you find out?
A ship was due in port
three weeks ago carrying timber and ice.
Never arrived.
It's under quarantine as a plague ship.
It's the one our dead friend was on.
They brought the plague
into London on purpose.
Where are the crew?
Taken ashore to be quarantined.
And where were they landed?
Come. I'll show you.
This is not a place to quarantine men
but a place to forget them.
They're up there.
"The Lord is my shepherd...
yea, though I walk through the valley
of the shadow of death
I shall fear no evil."
Show yourself.
Your words in the pulpit
today could not be ignored.
By the Dean?
By God Almighty.
It's always one of two sounds
a man makes when he knows it's over.
There's the whimper of defeat.
Not even a scream, just a sob in the throat.
Like a child that's lost its mother.
Then there's the other noise.
Like a man trying to climb from a well...
...but the more he pulls on the rope
the faster that rope spins loose.
Your heart is a strong one.
Move!
Here are you... Back row...
Back row you old codger!
Move.
Oh...
Oh no... no, no...
Was the fault mine?
Murder! Murder!
- Call the Parish Watch!
- Up here! He is on the roof!
There!
What did you see, Sergeant?
I saw the killer.
I saw his face
I saw him.
I saw the man fleeing, inspector.
The killer we're looking
for is John Marlott.
You listen to me.
You will not repeat this to anyone
until you've repeated it to yourself
- and considered the sound of it.
- I saw him, sir. I saw him with my own eyes.
It's John Marlott!
- This is obsession
and I'll not tolerate it from my best man!
Now go home, Joseph!
You're off duty until further notice.
Hello?
I heard a noise.
I'm sorry, Mr Dipple.
It's my fault, I'm to blame...
Are you well?
Scared myself in the dark, sir, that's all.
Good night.
Good night.
I know it's late,
but the strangest thing just happened...
Joe, what's wrong?
I saw something tonight that...
They think there's madness in me.
Come on.
Sit over here.
Now...
tell me what you saw?
I saw John Marlott.
John Marlott?
- Look, I know how it sounds.
But Marlott lives again,
and murders again and...
I have...
I have no explanation
beyond my eyes and ears...
If you say it, Joe, I believe you.
Three years since Flora was murdered
and all that time it's been...
- It's been bottled inside you, Joe.
Every time you say her name.
You put it behind you,
but it ain't the same as putting it to rest.
I failed her, Queenie.
I failed her. It was my job to protect her.
- You failed no one!
It was a terrible thing.
But you couldn't stop it
because nobody could stop it.
But this time I can.
This time I can stop him.
Well, good!
And then you free yourself.
Because you've blamed yourself
for too long, Joseph Nightingale.
You said something happened tonight.
Erm, it's... nothing.
Just the wind in the dark and...
my silly imagination.
Think no more of it.
Good morning
Morning...
Thank you...
I have a favour to ask you.
Yes?
I have been invited
to a grand occasion tonight.
The invitation is for two and I thought
you might be able to accompany me?
I...
hardly possess the skills
to pass in such company.
Nor I, Mr Martins.
I'm somewhat overwhelmed
by the thought of it. I...
I feel you might be the only one
to understand my nervousness.
If you lack the appropriate clothing,
I... I can provide for you.
You make it hard for me to refuse.
I shall be in your debt, then?
Sir Robert.
Ah! My dear Mr Dean.
Mr Renquist.
- Home Secretary.
It's very unfortunate
that the sad business of these murders
seems to hamper us
in our parallel endeavours.
I blame the newspapers,
fanning the fires of public alarm.
In truth, we are close
to apprehending the guilty man.
I believe another murder has taken place
in Pye Street only last night.
Is that not correct?
As I say,
you can be assured an arrest is imminent.
Deo volente.
We shall all sleep safer in our beds.
Deo volente.
My friends,
I believe that to grasp the future
one must be sensitive
to both the realities of history
and the possibilities of what may come.
To that end, I ask you
to keep an open mind
about the implications
of what you will see here tonight.
Sometimes in life
you meet people who understand
that beauty does not lie in the eyes
of the beholder, but somewhere much deeper.
Beyond the tepid assumptions of convention.
Found contained in a place that,
quite beyond expectation
removes one's breath.
Excuse me, sir, are you lost?
What are you doing in here?
This is Mr Dipple's private room.
My mistake.
But for all this bright future,
our city still finds itself corroded
by the ravages of poverty and plague.
And we, who sleep safely in our beds,
have a duty to those who do not.
So tonight it is my privilege
to invite you to participate
in the most extraordinary of opportunities.
To join me, through the magnanimity
of the Dean of Westminster
in the purchasing an acreage of land
encompassing the blighted Pye Street
and surrounding thoroughfares.
To invest in a remarkable program of works
that will see
this so-called "Devil's Acre" transformed
and returned to the people of London...
cleansed.
Thank you.
Yours is a noble goal, Mr Dipple
but I cannot help notice
that you speak of estates belonging
not only to the church, but to the crown.
Well the King has put his seal to it
and granted Royal assent.
Has he?
This business of the murders
has placed a question mark
on your ability to accomplish
a complex range of social reforms.
Where, in plain,
he feels that Mr Dipple's ambitions
are of a more achievable nature.
It's a matter of the King's confidence.
No more.
Hey! I've some news you can print.
Mr Marlott.
Is there any corner of London
from which you are unlikely to emerge?
Dipple and the Dean of Westminster
are conspiring to clear Pye Street
ahead of the sale of the land.
The water supply has been
deliberately poisoned and they both know it.
It is my belief the church
has been feeding me false information.
If that is the case, then do you think
Lord Hervey's still playing a part in all this?
I don't know.
Mr Marlott...
Mr Marlott,
I feel we could help each other...
Excuse me...
Mrs Rose. Please, let me take you home.
Not leaving now, I hope?
No, of course not.
Frederick Dipple.
Jack Martins.
Jack Martins.
Yes.
Mrs Rose, I have to speak
to somebody, but would you wait?
- I have a matter I'd like to discuss with you.
- Of course.
Mr Martins.
Please... Please, Mrs Rose
we must leave.
- What has become so pressing?
Mr Dipple's endeavours
have criminal intentions.
Mr Dipple harbours nothing
but good intentions, I'm sure.
I'm not in the habit
of choosing between my friends
but I do not wish to leave yet.
Please excuse me.
He is in need of some refinement.
A collar perhaps...
Mrs Rose?
I'm sorry. I did not know
he would provoke such emotion.
When my husband died...
he left me with our three-year-old son.
And when Sam was seven, he was taken too.
But life is full of such things.
My grief is not special.
Your grief does not define you.
I see your strength.
You are not one to push it into the shadows,
to let it fester, to poison you.
You are wrong.
I am completely poisoned by it.
I... I understand.
All my life...
I have been surrounded by death.
I have seen more than any person alive.
But to know your grief
is to have power over it.
I live with my grief everyday.
Yes, but you think
your grief is a weakness...
I have to leave.
I can't look at you anymore.
It's not fair to her.
Esther, I cannot wake up tomorrow morning
knowing that you'll never
return to this house.
I will return.
Look who's awake.
You found what you're looking for, soldier?
I was wrong about Daniel Hervey.
About everything.
There you go, my handsome boy.
Never a chore when it's over so fast, eh?
I came across him in Dublin.
The tallest man in Ireland.
You bought him?
I saved him is what I did.
But not before the bastards
had cut out his tongue.
Do you have children?
A daughter.
I have a daughter.
Would you like to see her?
There's my joy.
God wanted to take her,
but I wouldn't have it.
So I saved her.
She seems so alive.
She is alive.
I talk to her every night.
How old is your daughter?
She was three months.
Was?
She died...
But she seems so alive to you.
I can't help myself, Mr Marlott.
The unwanted, the freaks...
I'd save them all if I could.
Why?
Because no one else will.
Morning, sergeant.
Thought you might need
something healthy for breakfast.
I can't eat fried eggs, Queenie.
Never said you were getting 'em fried.
What scared you the other evening?
It was just a noise in the dark.
There's this room
where he keeps all his contraptions of his
and there was a strange book
and a door that can't be unlocked.
Scared me, that's all.
Scared in the dark.
Like you were every night
in the Foundling House.
No, this was different.
Last night during the party,
I saw this odd fella
and it seemed like he just appeared
right where the door is.
Like he was trying to get in.
Wasn't he a guest?
Where's my other boot.
No, he weren't no guest.
He seemed lost.
And he looked none to healthy neither,
like the sun doesn't touch him none.
A bit like you, actually.
What?
You. You could do
with getting yourself out in the fresh air.
Doesn't do you no good
being cooped up in here.
Yeah, well...
Doesn't do you much good either.
Look at us, Joe.
Two side of the same coin we are.
Go on, drink your egg.
Right lads, this is the Beast we're after.
Westbrook, you'll be leading the charge.
Every man out on the cobbles.
With me!
You're the last person
I want to see around here today.
I want to be put back on duty.
Not a chance. Go home.
What's going on?
They're arresting
the sideshow giant for the murders.
He's camped
about half a mile from Pye Street.
They say he matches the description, sir.
This isn't right, Bircher.
It's not him.
It's John Marlott.
It seemed like
he just appeared right where the door is.
He seemed lost.
A lost soul.
What's wrong?
You scared of your shadow?
Daniel Hervey...
Who are you?
Marlott was right about you.
Marlott?
You... You killed Flora.
You killed Flora!
Alright boys!
Move 'em back!
He's just a child, leave him alone!
He is innocent and you know it!
I'm sorry...
I'm so sorry...
Peace. Be at peace.
It was you...
If it brings you peace, yes...
she died at my hand.
Marlott...
Marlott...
Joseph.
What do you see?
Tell me what you see.
Forgive me...
I can't hear you...
I can't hear what you're saying.
Joseph...
Forgive me.
Where are you, Joseph?
Where are you?
He lives.
We've had some information
regarding the death of one of our sergeants.
Lord Hervey is alive. And back in London.
Does the name
Daniel Hervey mean anything to you?
If I tell you, I'm a dead man.
We've had some information, sir.
We'd like to ask you some questions.
- You're leaving?
- Come with me.
- As what?
- As my wife.
Only Hervey is sick enough to think of this.
Only he would take the hearts.
This is your choice to make.
To die?
To be reunited with your child.
to raise your head above the pulpit
the Dean will come along
and knock it off for you.
I'm configuring
a clockwork figure, wearing that gown.
We will be unveiling her
at Mr Dipple's party.
You said the Dean wanted to sell Pye Street.
That land is worth
a hundred times that value.
If they cleared the slums that is...
The plague's doing that for them.
- You know him?
- No.
I can show you where he come from, though.
Play one of the best new FPS shooters,
search Steam for PROJECT WARLOCK
God weeps for us, here in Westminster.
Where the Pale Horseman wanders.
Where the sword
of the Devil strikes out against us.
Where his foul...
and malignant plague seeps...
into the souls
of all who turn their backs...
to Heaven.
Take this to the vicar
of St John's in Pye Street
"Where the Devils sword
strikes out against us."
"Where his foul and malignant plague
seeps into the souls
of all who turn their backs to Heaven."
For it is the Devil at work here.
That which God cast out.
And that which God,
in His sorrow and His vengeance
has unleashed to punish our corruption...!
- Enough!
I've heard enough of this.
You say that we ourselves are to blame
for all these horrors that surround us!
You say that God himself punishes us
for nothing more than living our lives?
No.
This disease is not the hand of God
it's not the work of the Devil.
This poison here in Pye Street
is in the water itself!
The well has been
deliberately poisoned by human hands!
These are not the words of God!
These are lies!
Spoken in a house of lies!
No more!
No more.
What did you find out?
A ship was due in port
three weeks ago carrying timber and ice.
Never arrived.
It's under quarantine as a plague ship.
It's the one our dead friend was on.
They brought the plague
into London on purpose.
Where are the crew?
Taken ashore to be quarantined.
And where were they landed?
Come. I'll show you.
This is not a place to quarantine men
but a place to forget them.
They're up there.
"The Lord is my shepherd...
yea, though I walk through the valley
of the shadow of death
I shall fear no evil."
Show yourself.
Your words in the pulpit
today could not be ignored.
By the Dean?
By God Almighty.
It's always one of two sounds
a man makes when he knows it's over.
There's the whimper of defeat.
Not even a scream, just a sob in the throat.
Like a child that's lost its mother.
Then there's the other noise.
Like a man trying to climb from a well...
...but the more he pulls on the rope
the faster that rope spins loose.
Your heart is a strong one.
Move!
Here are you... Back row...
Back row you old codger!
Move.
Oh...
Oh no... no, no...
Was the fault mine?
Murder! Murder!
- Call the Parish Watch!
- Up here! He is on the roof!
There!
What did you see, Sergeant?
I saw the killer.
I saw his face
I saw him.
I saw the man fleeing, inspector.
The killer we're looking
for is John Marlott.
You listen to me.
You will not repeat this to anyone
until you've repeated it to yourself
- and considered the sound of it.
- I saw him, sir. I saw him with my own eyes.
It's John Marlott!
- This is obsession
and I'll not tolerate it from my best man!
Now go home, Joseph!
You're off duty until further notice.
Hello?
I heard a noise.
I'm sorry, Mr Dipple.
It's my fault, I'm to blame...
Are you well?
Scared myself in the dark, sir, that's all.
Good night.
Good night.
I know it's late,
but the strangest thing just happened...
Joe, what's wrong?
I saw something tonight that...
They think there's madness in me.
Come on.
Sit over here.
Now...
tell me what you saw?
I saw John Marlott.
John Marlott?
- Look, I know how it sounds.
But Marlott lives again,
and murders again and...
I have...
I have no explanation
beyond my eyes and ears...
If you say it, Joe, I believe you.
Three years since Flora was murdered
and all that time it's been...
- It's been bottled inside you, Joe.
Every time you say her name.
You put it behind you,
but it ain't the same as putting it to rest.
I failed her, Queenie.
I failed her. It was my job to protect her.
- You failed no one!
It was a terrible thing.
But you couldn't stop it
because nobody could stop it.
But this time I can.
This time I can stop him.
Well, good!
And then you free yourself.
Because you've blamed yourself
for too long, Joseph Nightingale.
You said something happened tonight.
Erm, it's... nothing.
Just the wind in the dark and...
my silly imagination.
Think no more of it.
Good morning
Morning...
Thank you...
I have a favour to ask you.
Yes?
I have been invited
to a grand occasion tonight.
The invitation is for two and I thought
you might be able to accompany me?
I...
hardly possess the skills
to pass in such company.
Nor I, Mr Martins.
I'm somewhat overwhelmed
by the thought of it. I...
I feel you might be the only one
to understand my nervousness.
If you lack the appropriate clothing,
I... I can provide for you.
You make it hard for me to refuse.
I shall be in your debt, then?
Sir Robert.
Ah! My dear Mr Dean.
Mr Renquist.
- Home Secretary.
It's very unfortunate
that the sad business of these murders
seems to hamper us
in our parallel endeavours.
I blame the newspapers,
fanning the fires of public alarm.
In truth, we are close
to apprehending the guilty man.
I believe another murder has taken place
in Pye Street only last night.
Is that not correct?
As I say,
you can be assured an arrest is imminent.
Deo volente.
We shall all sleep safer in our beds.
Deo volente.
My friends,
I believe that to grasp the future
one must be sensitive
to both the realities of history
and the possibilities of what may come.
To that end, I ask you
to keep an open mind
about the implications
of what you will see here tonight.
Sometimes in life
you meet people who understand
that beauty does not lie in the eyes
of the beholder, but somewhere much deeper.
Beyond the tepid assumptions of convention.
Found contained in a place that,
quite beyond expectation
removes one's breath.
Excuse me, sir, are you lost?
What are you doing in here?
This is Mr Dipple's private room.
My mistake.
But for all this bright future,
our city still finds itself corroded
by the ravages of poverty and plague.
And we, who sleep safely in our beds,
have a duty to those who do not.
So tonight it is my privilege
to invite you to participate
in the most extraordinary of opportunities.
To join me, through the magnanimity
of the Dean of Westminster
in the purchasing an acreage of land
encompassing the blighted Pye Street
and surrounding thoroughfares.
To invest in a remarkable program of works
that will see
this so-called "Devil's Acre" transformed
and returned to the people of London...
cleansed.
Thank you.
Yours is a noble goal, Mr Dipple
but I cannot help notice
that you speak of estates belonging
not only to the church, but to the crown.
Well the King has put his seal to it
and granted Royal assent.
Has he?
This business of the murders
has placed a question mark
on your ability to accomplish
a complex range of social reforms.
Where, in plain,
he feels that Mr Dipple's ambitions
are of a more achievable nature.
It's a matter of the King's confidence.
No more.
Hey! I've some news you can print.
Mr Marlott.
Is there any corner of London
from which you are unlikely to emerge?
Dipple and the Dean of Westminster
are conspiring to clear Pye Street
ahead of the sale of the land.
The water supply has been
deliberately poisoned and they both know it.
It is my belief the church
has been feeding me false information.
If that is the case, then do you think
Lord Hervey's still playing a part in all this?
I don't know.
Mr Marlott...
Mr Marlott,
I feel we could help each other...
Excuse me...
Mrs Rose. Please, let me take you home.
Not leaving now, I hope?
No, of course not.
Frederick Dipple.
Jack Martins.
Jack Martins.
Yes.
Mrs Rose, I have to speak
to somebody, but would you wait?
- I have a matter I'd like to discuss with you.
- Of course.
Mr Martins.
Please... Please, Mrs Rose
we must leave.
- What has become so pressing?
Mr Dipple's endeavours
have criminal intentions.
Mr Dipple harbours nothing
but good intentions, I'm sure.
I'm not in the habit
of choosing between my friends
but I do not wish to leave yet.
Please excuse me.
He is in need of some refinement.
A collar perhaps...
Mrs Rose?
I'm sorry. I did not know
he would provoke such emotion.
When my husband died...
he left me with our three-year-old son.
And when Sam was seven, he was taken too.
But life is full of such things.
My grief is not special.
Your grief does not define you.
I see your strength.
You are not one to push it into the shadows,
to let it fester, to poison you.
You are wrong.
I am completely poisoned by it.
I... I understand.
All my life...
I have been surrounded by death.
I have seen more than any person alive.
But to know your grief
is to have power over it.
I live with my grief everyday.
Yes, but you think
your grief is a weakness...
I have to leave.
I can't look at you anymore.
It's not fair to her.
Esther, I cannot wake up tomorrow morning
knowing that you'll never
return to this house.
I will return.
Look who's awake.
You found what you're looking for, soldier?
I was wrong about Daniel Hervey.
About everything.
There you go, my handsome boy.
Never a chore when it's over so fast, eh?
I came across him in Dublin.
The tallest man in Ireland.
You bought him?
I saved him is what I did.
But not before the bastards
had cut out his tongue.
Do you have children?
A daughter.
I have a daughter.
Would you like to see her?
There's my joy.
God wanted to take her,
but I wouldn't have it.
So I saved her.
She seems so alive.
She is alive.
I talk to her every night.
How old is your daughter?
She was three months.
Was?
She died...
But she seems so alive to you.
I can't help myself, Mr Marlott.
The unwanted, the freaks...
I'd save them all if I could.
Why?
Because no one else will.
Morning, sergeant.
Thought you might need
something healthy for breakfast.
I can't eat fried eggs, Queenie.
Never said you were getting 'em fried.
What scared you the other evening?
It was just a noise in the dark.
There's this room
where he keeps all his contraptions of his
and there was a strange book
and a door that can't be unlocked.
Scared me, that's all.
Scared in the dark.
Like you were every night
in the Foundling House.
No, this was different.
Last night during the party,
I saw this odd fella
and it seemed like he just appeared
right where the door is.
Like he was trying to get in.
Wasn't he a guest?
Where's my other boot.
No, he weren't no guest.
He seemed lost.
And he looked none to healthy neither,
like the sun doesn't touch him none.
A bit like you, actually.
What?
You. You could do
with getting yourself out in the fresh air.
Doesn't do you no good
being cooped up in here.
Yeah, well...
Doesn't do you much good either.
Look at us, Joe.
Two side of the same coin we are.
Go on, drink your egg.
Right lads, this is the Beast we're after.
Westbrook, you'll be leading the charge.
Every man out on the cobbles.
With me!
You're the last person
I want to see around here today.
I want to be put back on duty.
Not a chance. Go home.
What's going on?
They're arresting
the sideshow giant for the murders.
He's camped
about half a mile from Pye Street.
They say he matches the description, sir.
This isn't right, Bircher.
It's not him.
It's John Marlott.
It seemed like
he just appeared right where the door is.
He seemed lost.
A lost soul.
What's wrong?
You scared of your shadow?
Daniel Hervey...
Who are you?
Marlott was right about you.
Marlott?
You... You killed Flora.
You killed Flora!
Alright boys!
Move 'em back!
He's just a child, leave him alone!
He is innocent and you know it!
I'm sorry...
I'm so sorry...
Peace. Be at peace.
It was you...
If it brings you peace, yes...
she died at my hand.
Marlott...
Marlott...
Joseph.
What do you see?
Tell me what you see.
Forgive me...
I can't hear you...
I can't hear what you're saying.
Joseph...
Forgive me.
Where are you, Joseph?
Where are you?
He lives.
We've had some information
regarding the death of one of our sergeants.
Lord Hervey is alive. And back in London.
Does the name
Daniel Hervey mean anything to you?
If I tell you, I'm a dead man.
We've had some information, sir.
We'd like to ask you some questions.
- You're leaving?
- Come with me.
- As what?
- As my wife.
Only Hervey is sick enough to think of this.
Only he would take the hearts.
This is your choice to make.
To die?
To be reunited with your child.