01x04 - Horrors Rising from the Earth

[bunniefuu]

- [crickets chirping]

- [ominous music playing]

[blades clank]

[Abbot] Wait.

Do you understand what you are, devil?

You were created to obey.

To obey me.

And that is all you were created for.

Mm-hmm?

Was it the witch?

Does her magic give her power over you?

Or was there some error

in how you were made?

[ominous music continues to play]

This is what you are.

- [gasps]

- [Abbot] Do you understand?

[Edouard gasps]

[Abbot] You exist only for me.

[eerie music rising]

[dramatic opening theme music plays]

[music fades]

[birds chirping]

If this Forgemaster is in the Abbey,

the Abbot must be his prisoner.

Or the Abbot invited him in.

That's impossible. He's a good man.

When I first came to Machecoul,

it was the Abbot who helped me.

Though when you think about it,

the Church in alliance with evil,

we were stupid not to think of it before.

But vampires, Maria?

[Maria] If you look at the history

of the Church, it'd be hardly surprising.

Well, maybe a bit surprising.

[faint ethereal music playing]

[Richter] Are you all right?

You can't be sure that was him.

When someone dies, someone you love,

for a long time,

you think you see them everywhere.

They were his eyes.

I don't know anything

about night creatures,

but I don't think you do either.

I know it's awful to think your friend

was turned into one of them, but

I abandoned him, and they k*lled him.

I cannot abandon him now.

So, what do you want to do? Rescue him?

Even if it is Edouard,

maybe he doesn't want

to be rescued, Annette.

Or maybe he can't be.

Maybe the only way to save him

would be to k*ll him.

And face it, he's already dead.

If the Abbot

is the Forgemaster's prisoner,

can you abandon him?

We can't just charge into the Abbey hoping

to defeat a f*cking powerful sorcerer

and liberate all our friends.

I don't want a repeat

of what happened at the château.

So you're afraid.

I'm not afraid. I'm saying we need a plan.

We have magic.

- Or three of us do.

- [gasps]

If I can't save Edouard, yes,

I will k*ll him. It would be a mercy.

Oh, just walk in and k*ll him.

That sounds foolproof.

The Abbey's made of stone.

I can bury them in their own church,

bring it crashing down around their heads.

How will that help the Abbot?

If he's in league with the bastards,

which he probably is,

we don't want to help him.

Yeah, but we don't know yet

one way or the other.

[sighs]

We need a plan.

And since I'm not much good at plans,

it would be really f*cking useful

if you would all start thinking of one.

A proper plan, not "walk in,

make a few snap decisions about

who deserves to live or die,

and then turn everything to rubble."

[sad, tense music playing]

We're all afraid, Richter.

Of course we are.

I've only been afraid once in all my life,

and I was 10.

You know what it's like

to watch your mother die, you said.

She was k*lled by a vampire, wasn't she?

She was a Belmont.

- [Annette] I know it haunts your dreams.

- She was doing her duty.

Usually, everyone says I'm too rash.

The moment I say we need a plan,

everyone starts calling me a coward.

[Maria] No one's calling you

a coward, Richter.

[Annette] You're not cowards.

You're just children

with no experience of the world.

No experience of the hard choices

adults have to make.

[Tera] There's another way in.

There's a secret underground passageway

into the Abbey.

How do you know that?

We need to know the truth, don't we?

What is what, who is who.

If we have friends left or only enemies.

This time, I'm coming with you.

[music fades]

[church bell tolling in distance]

The Messiah knows, I presume,

that your Abbot is a Forgemaster.

Of course she knows.

She wouldn't be very interested in him

if he was just an abbot.

So, she knows he means to betray her.

He thinks the devils he manufactures

will be enough to destroy her

when the time comes.

What do you think?

Do you think he's right?

I don't know what you're talking about.

This alliance can't last.

The moment you've crushed your enemies,

she'll turn on you.

The gamble is

you wage w*r and you prevail.

Are you sure this path is right?

There's evil everywhere we look.

So we use our heads.

Or lose them.

Your concern is very touching.

So he bribed some demon

to give him this power,

build him a machine, promise him victory.

What was the cost?

You already know the cost.

And who pays it? Just him or all of you?

Will you?

Which demon?

Which demon will claim his price

when all this is done?

Does it matter?

Of course.

There are petty demon princelings

you can haggle with and cheat.

There are demon charlatans

whose faces you can laugh in, spit in.

There are demons who once were gods

and those who still are.

There's only one God.

Just one.

That's the only thing I'm sure of.

And I've spent my whole life serving him,

fighting for him.

That hasn't changed,

and it never will.

[ominous music playing]

[church bell tolling in distance]

[ominous music intensifies]

One God.

[scoffs]

And you think he can protect you?

[music fades]

[indistinct conversations in distance]

[mysterious music playing]

[mechanism whirs]

[loud thudding]

[mechanism clicking]

This was made long before the Abbot

and his monks came from Malta.

You just happened to stumble upon it

one day while you're out picking flowers?

[whooshes]

It leads into the cellars.

[mysterious music continues]

[door opens]

[Marquis] Father Abbot.

May I introduce Emissary Drolta Tzuentes.

You were praying, how sweet.

And what a pretty church.

[Abbot] I imagine you don't see

a lot of churches.

[chuckling] Oh, it takes more

than the house of God

to cause me to combust,

if that's what you mean.

Sunlight though, I see.

For now.

He must have searched so deep in his soul,

prayed so hard,

before he was sure of this,

of his need for us.

Of its inevitability.

And, of course, I understand.

I'm not a fool.

It must be stuck in your craw

like a chicken bone

- [sizzling]

- threatening to choke you.

I haven't choked yet,

and nor has your mistress.

Though, in her case, it wouldn't be

so much a chicken bone as a what?

Hmm, the ribs of some infants?

My mistress, the Messiah.

Your soul must scream

in outrage at the very thought.

My soul is at peace.

Which yours will never be.

I like him. He's feisty.

The survival of his world in the balance,

but he's not afraid to insult me.

Or he can't control

his temper or his pride,

or he's a f*cking moron.

It wasn't our intention to insult you.

[laughs]

Oh. Did you think we were flirting?

I know it's all about sex

with you priests, but, believe me,

you really shouldn't tempt me

on that score.

You wouldn't like it.

Every orifice I possess has teeth.

We don't have to pretend

to like each other.

This is an arrangement

convenient to us both

because we share a common enemy.

The people.

We prefer to say the Godless mob.

The barbarians who tear our church up

from its foundations, brick by brick,

and burn what's left.

And throw you and your mistress

on the flames.

Along with us.

So, welcome,

Emissary Tzuentes, to Machecoul.

[squeaking]

You can smell the evil down here.

Do you really think you could k*ll him?

He's someone you love.

Even if he's become a monster.

He could never be a monster.

So what will you do?

So, night creatures.

The Marquis has helpfully provided you

with sundry corpses.

You must have a fair few by now.

Eighteen in total. There will be more.

My mistress expects a lot more.

How long will it take to make them?

I will honor my side of the agreement,

as will you, I trust.

Our people are expecting Joan of Arc.

Someone they can believe in.

Oh, yes, that's a delicious touch.

The holy warrior queen, we love that.

I assure you,

my mistress won't disappoint.

[Drolta and Marquis chuckling]

I'd love to meet some. Night creatures.

Have a little tour of the workshop.

Where is it?

You, handsome, feisty, glowering one,

show me the demon machine.

Please tell me it's downstairs,

because all this sunlight

is giving me a headache.

[ominous music playing]

[sighs]

[music continues to play]

[snarls]

[chains clanking]

What extraordinary thing happened here?

What crime did you commit?

I smell pain, regret, despair.

A human soul.

I don't know what happened,

who I am,

what what I am,

but I want my freedom.

[chuckles]

Don't we all?

[stone rasps]

[Tera] We're here for the truth.

Because of people we care about.

But we all know

there'll be night creatures,

and we don't know how many.

I'm a Belmont. I k*ll demons.

It's what we do.

It's what we all do.

[Tera] Stay close.

[mechanism clicks, whirs]

[suspenseful music playing]

[growling]

[shrieks]

[Edouard singing in Italian]

[gasps]

Do they all do that?

[Edouard continues to sing]

[reciting incantation in Creole]

[Edouard singing in high voice]

[snarls]

- [sand rasping]

- [grunts]

- [grunts]

- [whip cracks]

[snarls]

[Edouard continues to sing in Italian]

[melancholy music playing]

[Edouard continues to sing]

[snarling]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[whip cracks]

[shrieks]

[grunts]

[snarls]

[cat growls]

[Maria grunting]

[Edouard continues to sing in Italian]

[grunts]

- [whip cracks]

- [cat snarls]

[groans]

[gasps]

Drolta Tzuentes.

[snarling]

- [growls]

- [grunts]

- [cat growls]

- [snarls]

[laughs]

- [grunting]

- [whip cracking]

[groans]

[grunting]

[Edouard continues to sing in Italian]

[grunts]

- [grunting]

- [blades clank]

[Annette grunts]

[electricity crackling]

- [cat growls]

- [grunts]

[yells]

[flames whooshing]

[singing in Italian]

[music fades]

[ominous music playing]

Edouard.

[grunting excitedly]

[groans in pain]

[Drolta grunts]

[grunts impatiently]

She's a child.

The slaughter of children

isn't part of our bargain.

I hope you don't have a weak stomach,

Father Abbot.

My mistress

would be severely disappointed.

[growling]

[panting]

[yells]

sh*t!

[both grunting]

Edouard.

[shudders] I'm so sorry.

[Edouard] We crossed an ocean didn't we?

[sighs]

We thought we could change the world.

I can make it quick, Edouard.

No pain.

Send you to my mother in the spirit world.

[gasping in fear]

- [gasps] Come back. I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

- [whimpers]

Ed I'm sorry, Edouard.

I thought that's what you wanted.

- [whimpering]

- [Annette sobbing] Edouard! Edouard!

- [monster shrieks]

- [Maria grunts]

- [monster squealing]

- [Tera grunts]

[both grunting]

- [Richter yells]

- [groans]

[Richter grunting]

[groans weakly]

What about that one?

Is she grown up enough for me to k*ll?

- [grunts]

- [clangs]

[blades whirring]

- [grunting]

- [Drolta chuckles]

- [clanging]

- [grunts]

[grunts]

[crackling]

- [metal rasping]

- [strains]

- [yells]

- [thuds loudly]

- [Marquis groans]

- [gasps]

[groaning weakly]

[pants]

I am Richter Belmont.

- Last descendant of the Belmont Clan.

- [groaning]

And I k*ll vampires!

[squelches]

- [body thuds]

- Who's f*cking next?

[tense music playing]

[gasps]

[Annette grunting]

[dirt rasping]

- [grunts]

- [groans]

[grunting angrily]

[hisses]

What have you done?

[inhales, exhales shakily]

The world is in danger, Tera.

The kingdom of God itself is under thr*at.

I have to protect it.

Or maybe

we protect the world by k*lling you.

- [Olrox] Little boy Belmont.

- [gasps]

[eerie music playing]

[Olrox] All grown up.

[shuddering]

[Richter breathing rapidly]

[panting]

[gasping in fear]

We have to go. We have to get out of here.

We have to f*cking go!

[grunts]

[music intensifies]

[sizzling]

[Annette] I'll be back for you, I promise!

[panting rapidly]

[panting]

[suspenseful music playing]

[music fading]

This one?

He was just an opportunist,

following the Messiah

because she's powerful.

But there are those who love her,

so I'm told.

I'm Olrox. She's expecting me.

Oh!

Of course. The What's the word? Aztec.

Just sailed in. Loving France.

[Drolta] You've lost some night creatures.

See that they're replaced.

We'll need them.

Very soon.

Richter!

[melancholy music playing]

Richter!

Where's he gone?

What happened?

[Annette] He ran away.

He ran the f*ck away.

[ominous music playing]

He saw his nightmare made flesh.

Now, everywhere we look,

there are nightmares.

Terrors rising from the earth.

[music fades]

[ethereal music playing]

[ominous music playing]