Penny Dreadful

Previously on Penny Dreadful:

Your wife took her own life.

- That doesn't seem like her. -it's like he doesn't care.

When he found his son dead, I was there.

This is not him.

- Maybe he just needs time. -This is not him.

I banished the old bear to the cave and lured out the cub.

I feel like a new man.

Only Miss Ives matters.

The time comes when the spider must touch the fly.

Who done it? Inspector.

Mr. Chandler, I know you are involved.

- And your proof? -I'll find it.

I always find it.

- I need to leave. London isn't safe. -I'll go with you.

Enough. Whatever power you held over me...

...at the moment of my bestial creation is gone.

I will see her.

She thinks you were her fiance before the accident that robbed her of her memory.

Let us start by being friends, Mr. Clare. I can do no other.

To my dear Angelique...

...and a special welcome to Miss Frankenstein.

Cheers.

My cousin is protective. -I don't think you need protection.

You are more capable than you perhaps appear.

You're a very silly boy.

That's what I like about you.

Men should always remain boys at heart...

...filled with childish games...

...with Snakes and Ladders and Blind Man's Bluff.

How sad that boys feel they must grow up.

You'll never grow up now.

Where is she?

- What? -Where is Lily?

Where is she?

She's not here?

You let her go out with a man by herself.

Hm? What have you done?

Stop it! Just stop!

Give me a moment.

She-- Yes, she went out.

She was meant to come home and-- Aargh!

You made her for me.

She is mine.

She is not yours.

She is not his.

She is mine.

I will take her.

And when we are gone far away from this place...

...to a place for she and me alone...

...I will return...

Creator.

I will return...

...to you.

One day... one night...

I will show you the monster you have made.

Sir.

You should see this.

Inspector Galsworthy's appointment book from last year.

Why would Sir Malcolm Murray of all people visit Scotland Yard?

That's what I thought...

...so I did a bit of digging into the records.

Seems I have a call to make.

I gave that up long ago.

It was too embarrassing.

Forever trying to remain fit with rub downs and medicine balls...

...and glandular injections...

...while around me there were more handsome men...

...who had the thrill of genuine youth.

Guardsmen in shining uniforms and...

...stable hands with thick arms.

- Yes. -Ha-ha-ha.

I admit to vanity about my complexion and hair colour.

But what harm there, really? Do I render myself foolish?

Well, hang a man for that and it'll be a very crowded gallows.

But then there's you.

Quite a different paean to youth we sing there.

- Well, we will sing it, won't we? -Oh, yes.

The sword you dangle over my head would cut deeply.

You don't imagine you care for those people?

For Miss Ives and that sorry lot at Grandage Place?

- I've long since given up caring for anyone. -Very sensible.

Your future rests entirely with me, my dear friend.

Whatever you desire, the Master can give you.

You don't need to tempt me. I'm your creature.

- Where are Miss Ives and Mr. Chandler? -I don't know. She wouldn't say.

- When will they return? -I have no idea.

Does Mr. Chandler love her?

Do you?

Does she love him?

- She's opaque. -And you've absolutely no idea...

...where they've run off to? -None.

- Are you telling me the truth? -Yes.

I can feel your blood pumping.

The most minute pressure and the artery is open to me.

Your blood would paint this room.

Ah...

I know you're not lying.

You always bat your eyelashes most coquettishly when you lie.

Oh, well, then.

If Miss Ives has gone to ground I shall have to lure her back.

Kiss me and go.

I'm bored with you.

No.

You taste like a fat little man.

- Ah! -What did she say?

Ask her yourself.

I am not so sentimental as my mother.

Where is the future, Mr. Lyle?

With her age or my youth?

Whatever she promises you is a lie.

Whatever I promise you is a lie.

But you'll live longer with me.

Now, tell me about Mr. Chandler.

Come in.

There's a gentleman here for you.

From Scotland Yard.

How do you do, Sir Malcolm? My name is Inspector Bartholomew Rusk...

...Scotland Yard.

Inspector. To what do I owe the pleasure?

You have a martial sense in decoration, Sir Malcolm.

Apparently I do.

Please, take a seat.

- What can I do for you, inspector? -Are you interested in criminology?

What? No.

- Not especially. -No?

No.

I didn't mean it as an insinuation of any sort.

Many people are intrigued by the morbid events in our city.

- Why are you here, inspector? -I should like to know...

...why you visited Scotland Yard on September the 27th last year...

...to speak with my predecessor, Inspector Galsworthy.

Oh, yes, that.

Rather whimsical sort of thing, actually.

- What did you talk about? -I barely remember.

I spoke to him an hour ago.

You asked him about the Spitalfields murders.

You were quite insistent that he stop hunting for a man...

...and start hunting for a beast.

Why would you say that?

I don't recall.

The whole thing was, um, ahem...

- A caprice. -A caprice?

- Something like that. -You don't seem...

...a capricious man. -Don't I?

You have a tripod of rifles at your window.

Yes, well, can't I decorate my own house as I see fit?

Any way you like.

- Do you live here alone? -What?

No. I have...

...a ward and my man Sembene.

Other servants?

- No. -In a house this large?

We make do.

- You have a front door made of steel. -There have been robberies...

...in the neighbourhood. -Oh, I'm so sorry.

That door could keep out a beast, wouldn't you say?

Inspector Rusk, I'm not to be trifled with.

You filed a missing persons report on June 12th last year.

Your daughter, Mina.

- Yes. -You visited Scotland Yard seven times...

...in the next six weeks, and then you stopped coming.

Yes.

Might I ask why?

- My daughter's deceased. -I know.

I have the burial records from Margate, dated January the 4th.

But there was no death certificate filed with the magistrate.

It was a private affair.

There are no private burials in this country, sir. Title or not.

The circumstances of her death were embarrassing to my family.

I used my influence to ensure discretion.

That is illegal.

- She was my daughter. -Many people have daughters...

...and obey the law. -Well, I didn't.

You know him.

- No. -Look closely. American.

Six-foot-three, I would say.

Means nothing.

Is he a suspect?

- You're sure you don't recognise him? -Entirely sure.

- Are you confident in that answer? -Would you like to summon a lawyer...

...and take a deposition? -In time.

Should you come across anything that would aid in our investigation...

...don't hesitate to stop by Scotland Yard.

You know the way.

Good day, Sir Malcolm.

Victor!

- Where have you been? -I'm so sorry.

I know you must have been worried. You'll hardly believe it.

- What happened to my curtains? -Lily, where have you been?

First, kiss me good morning like my true friend and calm yourself.

I had a most entertaining evening with Mr. Gray.

We went to a waxworks.

Have you ever been to one of those?