01x10 - Alright, Okay, You Win

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01x10 - Alright, Okay, You Win

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(RAGGED BREATHING)

AMALIA (MUFFLED): I know what I need.

Same thing as you.

HORATIO (MUFFLED):
You have no idea what I want.

(PANTING)

(HEART b*ating)

♪ ♪

(GLASS BREAKS, FLAMES ROAR)

(MUFFLED): I love her!

(GASPS)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(SIGHS)

f*ck.

(WHISPERS): Isaiah.

(WHISPERS): Isaiah!

♪ ♪

Isaiah?

Isaiah, I've been
lookin' all over for you.

You're supposed to be in bed, hm?

- Are you angry?
- Am I a... No, I'm...

Not with you.

Got yourself a little cubbyhole, eh?

I like that.

Can I see?

Still thinking about the other night?

Me, too.

I know.

You try not to think about it,

so you dream it instead.

I didn't mean to look,
but I can't help it.

♪ ♪

You're...

- You're looking at my dreams.
- Not just yours.

HORATIO: H-h-h...

How do you see these things?

Mom says I'm Touched.

She says what now?

Like you, only different.

But she told me not to tell.

(SIGHS)

HORATIO: What is that?

Isaiah, what is that?

- Nothing.
- Nothing.

Isaiah, whose dreams are these?

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

Isaiah!

Who is this?

The man who's coming for us.

The puppet man.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(ROCKS TUMBLING)

(WATER DRIPPING)

(WATER FLOWING)

- (WATER LAPPING)
- (SEAGULLS CAWING)

(GASPING)

(SHIVERING)

(GASPS)

(GRUNTS)

♪ ♪

- (RATTLING)
- (MYRTLE SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGES)

♪ ♪

(MYRTLE CONTINUES)

(COAT HANGERS RATTLE)

(SHOUTS)

(HORSE WHINNIES)

(GRUNTING)

ANNIE: Care to explain?

Listen, it's no secret that I take issue

with most of Mrs. True's ways,

especially her habit
of just disappearing.

But dealing with it like this,

well, it's just f*cking stupid.

- What kind of idiot...
- Careful.

(ANNIE SIGHS)

What I mean is...

anger doesn't make you special.

Anger's like...

- Well, it's like noses.
- (SCOFFS) Noses?

- Shut up.
- Hey, not inside.

- House rules, remember?
- It's everywhere.

On every face.

What makes you special
is what you do with it.

The anger.

How you channel it.

And that, I can show you.

How to let your anger out,
and in far better ways

than ripping up Amalia's old dresses.

What do you say?

(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGES)

Sounded like "f*ck off" to me.

♪ ♪

- (SIGHS)
- (BIRDS CHIRPING)

What if she's dead?

What if she's dead?

She could be dead. She could
be dead. She could be dead!

(PANTING)

Or worse.

She could still be alive.

What if she's still alive? (SIGHS)

- Sir!
- Huh? W-what? What?

Cook wants to know if today's
engagement is still happening.

Engagement?

The luncheon, sir.

In aid of the orphanage?

And since Ms. Bidlow's not back...

Huh.

(STREET CHATTER)

♪ ♪

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(SIGHS)

(LOCK CLICKING)

(DOOR CREAKS)

♪ ♪

(RAGGED BREATHING)

(SIGHS)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(DOOR CREAKS)

- How long have you known?
- What are you talking about?

What am I talking about?

Our son is drawing things.

Violent, terrifying things.

Things that no child should
ever... And you knew.

Katherine, you knew,
and you kept it from me.

I'm his father!

I know who you are.

I know you better than you can imagine.

All thanks to Isaiah.

You think I wanted to bear this alone?

Our son's "gift".

Him waking in the night
because of your dreams!

- Because of the v*olence in your head!
- Not only mine!

Him asking me why his daddy
is dreaming of monsters!

- Of bad men!
- (SCOFFS)

Other things a child can't understand.

He saw it all, Horatio.

If you dreamed it, he saw it.

- You should have said.
- When?

You're distant, distracted.

Why did you bring us here?

I wanted to keep you and Isaiah safe.

Safe?

What's even is that?

Our son is hurting.

He is scared, and he is haunted.

Just like his father.

You want to make us safe?

Stop these dreams. I don't care how.

Just prioritize your family
for once, Horatio.

(KNOCKING)

(DOOR CREAKS)

I'm sure you'll be delighted to hear

that my party was a disaster.

You could offer me
a cup of tea at least.

I'm off out.

- (SHUTS DOOR)
- Hunting stag?

Sorry. I didn't mean to...

(CLEARS THROAT)

I want to help with Massen.

- You what?
- That's what you wanted, isn't it?

My help with your, uh...

Your case, your mission.

Well you can't bloody well storm
the House of Lords, can you?

You'll never get close
to him without me.

I'm not one of them, Frank.

That was my father's world.

- But it will not be mine.
- That ain't a decision

you just get to make, is it?

Not out there.

It ain't about who you wanna be.

You know you sound like a man defeated.

The definition of a realist.

Fine. I'm a toff. I always will be.

I still want to help.

What's good old Lord Massen done anyway?

Diddle the chambermaid?

♪ ♪

Wait. Have...

Have I got it right?
(LAUGHS) Is that it?

He k*lled Mary.

♪ ♪

(SIGHING)

♪ ♪

(CHAIN JINGLING)

(GASPS)

(SHUDDERING BREATHS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

- (DOOR SHUTS)
- (PANTING)

LESTER: Hello? Who's in there?

♪ ♪

Oh, my God.

Sarah.

♪ ♪

Praise God.

They kept you from me. All this time.

Well, you're home now. (GASPS)

You're really home.

(BOTH GASP)

I'm home.

(BLIMP ROARING)

(ELECTRIC WHIRRING)

PRUDENCE: Come on.

She can't have left with it yet.

They have to be somewhere.

(SIGHS)

(EQUIPMENT WHIRRING)

♪ ♪

(SIGHING)

Maybe I should've...

No. I did the right thing.

- AUGIE: Ms. Adair?
- (GASPS)

I'm so sorry. It's just no one
seems to know where you were.

They said you'd gone with Mrs. True.

How'd you get through the guards?

Oh, um, well, I-I dismissed them.

- You just told them to go?
- Yeah.

Turns out, there are
two Bidlows after all.

(CHUCKLES)

Uh, I hope I'm not interrupting.

Oh... No.

Um, to what do I owe this visit?

Well, uh...

Actually, I-I'm in
need of a favor. Um...

Lavinia has left me in charge
of the orphanage fundraiser

this afternoon, and, um...

Um, it...

It's just a little overwhelming,

with th-th-the food, and
the wine, and the seating,

the speech... (SIGHS) Honestly,

I... I got no idea what I'm doing.

Um, would you come?

Me?

Yes. Yeah, I just...

I'd feel so much better
if you were there with me.

I might actually have a sh*t
at pulling this off.

(LAUGHS) Uh...

- Luncheons aren't really my thing.
- Nor mine.

Thought, um... Thought we could
be out of place together.

I just... I thought it would be nice

to spend a whole day with you.

In full view of society.
Because the thing is, Ms. Adair,

I-I don't want t-to try
and kiss you anymore.

- You don't?
- No, I don't. I don't.

I-I just... I want to actually kiss you.

If-if that's alright with you.

♪ ♪

(EXHALES)

- May I?
- You may.

♪ ♪

(SIGHS)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(CLICKING, BUZZING)

(SIGHING)

- Nothing general about that.
- No, no, no.

(BOTH SIGH)

So, will you come? I-I'll
be forever in your debt.

Can Mrs. true spare you?

Definitely.

(PHONE CRACKLING)

(ELECTRIC FIZZLING)

(HIGH-PITCHED TONE)

(DISTORTED VOICE ON PHONE)

(VOICE FADES OUT)

Is everything alright?

Y-yeah... Yeah. Sorry.

(MACHINES POWERING DOWN)

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

(HIGH-PITCHED TONE,
ELECTRICITY FIZZLING)

♪ ♪

(SOUNDS INTENSIFY)

(CLICK)

(WHIRRING, FIZZLING)

(CLICKING)

(DISTORTED SONG ON PHONE)

(MACHINE HUMMING)

(HIGH-PITCHED TONE)

Excuse me, sir. Are you Edmund?

- Yes.
- There's a telephone call for you.

(PHONE STATIC)

- Hello?
- MOTHER (ON PHONE): Edmund!

- Mother.
- MOTHER: Darling, finally!

Where have you been?
I've been trying to reach you.


Oh, Mother, it's been so awful.

MOTHER: Yes, darling, of course.

- First, they destroyed the house.
- MOTHER: Sweetheart...

And then, they abducted me.
And I was tortured.

MOTHER: Dearest... Edmund!

Sweetheart, I am, of course,
deeply sympathetic


to your struggles,

and I want in due time
to hear all about them,


but right now, I have news.

- News?
- MOTHER: Yes, my love.

I found it.

You thought it was lost.

Mother has it safe.

Soon, we'll be together again.

Now, all we need is one
last piece of the puzzle.


It's a lovely day for a party.

PENANCE: So she chose to go
after it, and I'm worried.


Of course, you're worried.
She's your friend.

I-I will say if anyone can
handle themselves in crisis,

it's Mrs. True.

Well, that's certainly what
she'd like you to believe.

Tell me, how can you be sure
that you've done the right thing

when that thing just feels awful?

Well, I think, um,

y-y-you try to do your best
as often as you can,

and, maybe sometimes,

people get a bit bruised.

Unfortunately.

And y-you wonder,

was that the best thing?

Am, am I any good at all?

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(WINGS FLAPPING)

(SQUAWKING)

(STAMMERING) You're
being hard on yourself.

And, actually, th-th-th...

that's further evidence of how
good a person you actually are.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Ms. Adair,

I could never be the person
this Mrs. True is to you.

But, uh...

I'm here.

And unless you tell me otherwise,

I'm not going anywhere.

♪ ♪

(CHIRPING CONTINUES)

(GASPING)

(GROANS)

(PANTING)

(GASPS)

PRIMROSE: Myrtle?

No.

You can't. You can't go.

You belong here. Like me.

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGES)

(MYRTLE CONTINUES)

(PRIMROSE SIGHS)

♪ ♪

You can't stay.

I don't think you'd get very
far with me by your side.

(HEAVY SIGH)

(DOOR SHUTS)

(SIGHS)

I just can't get over you being here.

It's a full-on miracle.

(SIGHS)

Well, these will have
to come out, won't they?

They turned London upside
down, these Touched.

I'm a fair man. Reasonable.

I can't abide anyone thinks
they're above the rest.

Taking up resources and not giving back,

which, as far as I can tell,
is exactly what they're doing.

(POT HISSING)

Careful you don't overcook it.

SARAH: Right. Of course.

They had the right idea
with that Maladie woman.

Maladie?

- Hang the lot, I say.
- (SHATTERS)

(SARAH GASPS)

I'm sorry.

Oh, that's really...

I didn't mean to... (YELPS)

(GRUNTS)

(GASPING)

♪ ♪

Shh, shh, shh. Alright?

- Um, darling...
- (HEAVY BREATHING)

Accidents happen.

We'll clean it up, and
no one will be the wiser.

(SARAH PANTING)

Now...

Let's try that again, shall we?

- (NEWSPAPER CRINKLING)
- (SIGHS)

♪ ♪

(FLAME ROARS)

I've taught you what
I know about fighting.

But fighting's not enough.

These Purists have
their sights set on us.

- It's not enough to just throw... or punch.
- Good.

- We've gotta be ready.
- SU PING: No...

We have to learn
to watch each other's backs.

And that goes for each
and every one of us.

And with Amalia not here,
we have to work together...

HARRIET: How can we work together
when we can't even be together?

Annie, none of this matters anymore.

What's got into you?

There is a bill going through
the House of Lords this evening.

It's standard reactionary nonsense

veiled as keeping London safe.

But there's an amendment pending,

and Aneel said the vote
could swing either way.

Wait, what?

It will make it against the law
for the Touched to gather.

They're going to separate us.
Split us apart.

So unless we find some useful
precedent or a loophole,

the orphanage will be illegal.

Mom, where's Daddy?

- (MR. PUNCH PUPPET LAUGHING)
- (CROWD CHEERING)

(CIRCUS MUSIC PLAYING)

MR. PUNCH: How'd you do!
How'd you do! How'd you do!

- Go on, Mr. Punch!
- (MR. PUNCH LAUGHING)

MR. PUNCH: Ooh, a blue ribbon.

She's Touched!

- CROWD MEMBER: That's it! She's Touched!
- (CROWD BOOING)

MR. PUNCH: What are we
gonna do with her, then?

I'll touch you, alright, with this!

(APPLAUSE, CHEERING)

- JUDY: Stop or I'll use my turn!
- (MR. PUNCH LAUGHING)

- (CROWD BOOS)
- MR. PUNCH: Here's a turn for you!

- (MR. PUNCH LAUGHING)
- (CROWD CHEERS)

Harder! Harder! b*at her!

CROWD: b*at the Touched! b*at
the Touched! b*at the Touched!

SATAN (MUFFLED): Yeah!
We'll take them all to Hell!

♪ ♪

- (MR. PUNCH LAUGHS)
- JUDY: Oh, my baby!

MR. PUNCH: Bye-bye, baby! Bye-bye!

(MUFFLED CHEERING)

(MUFFLED CROWD NOISE)

(LAUGHING)

MR. PUNCH: That's the way we do it!

- That's the way we do it!
- (CONKING)

- That's the way we do!
- (CHEERING)

Thank you very much! Thank you
very much! Thank you very much!

- (MR. PUNCH LAUGHING)
- (CROWD CHATTER)

- That's right!
- There you go.

Thank you very much! Thank you
very much, ladies and gentlemen.

- Thank you very much.
- (CHEERING)

Thank you very much.

♪ ♪

SIMON: Rob, my boy!

Well done.

Well done. Exactly what we needed.

Hearts and minds.
This is just the beginning.

We've got a lot going on. We can't stop.

No, it has to be today.

- As soon as possible.
- (VOICE ON PHONE): Today?

♪ ♪

Bore someone else with the
details. Just make it happen.

Draw me a bath.

Send that telegram.

Yes, ma'am. Right away, ma'am.

(QUIET CHATTER)

Oh my... Oh, my God. Um...

La-Lavinia.

Wha...

(FORCED): Oh, my God!
My God! W-what happened?

Oh...

There was an incident in the carriage.

It was quite an ordeal.

PENANCE: God, that's awful.

- Yeah...
- I'm so glad that you're alright.

Well, that remains to be seen.

Well, it was... It was
really lovely of you

to have left the fundraiser to Augie.

- It's a real show of confidence.
- AUGIE: Yes, yes.

Um...

I-I hope you don't mind,
Vinnie, but in your absence,

I took the liberty
of finalizing the plans.

Mind?

Not in the least.

So, you don't?

No. Well, someone had to do it.
Thank you, Augie.

Mm, mm-hmm.

Well, I'd best get ready.

Are you staying for lunch, Ms. Adair?

Yes. Yes, she is.

(NERVOUS CHUCKLE) Only if you approve.

Of course, my darling.

But we need to find you
something to wear.

You can't come like that.

Maybe one of the Paris dresses.

After all,

I never did get a chance to wear them.

- Come along, Ms. Adair.
- Lavinia...

Don't worry, Augie.

I'll take good care of her.

(NERVOUS SIGH)

Ye... Well, go. (CHUCKLES)

(STREET CHATTER)

(PANTING)

(SIGHS)

(BLADE BREAKS, CLATTERS)

♪ ♪

- LESTER: Sarah?
- (GASPS)

Sarah?

What are you doing in here?

(GASPS) Nothing.

Nothing. I-I was just...

I was just...

I was just... I just...
I just wanted to, um...

There, there. You're alright. Calm down.

(HEAVY BREATHING) You sent me away.

Sent you? Wh...

Is that why...

♪ ♪

You were melancholic.

Just inexplicably sad.

And I'd tried everything
to lift your spirits.

But nothing I did...

And so, to protect you from yourself,

I...

I sacrificed our family,

our hopes and dreams, our...

our future.

For you.

It's all for you, my darling.

I did it all for you.

(SNIFFLES)

SARAH: Oh...

Please don't cry.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

How sorry?

(INHALES, EXHALES)

♪ ♪

I'll do anything.

Anything?

Anything. (GIGGLES)

Give me your hand.

My hand?

(GASPING)

(GRUNTS) Lester, Lester, no, please! No!

- Please, don't! No, no, no, no, no, no, no...
- Believe me!

- This hurts me a lot more than it hurts you.
- No, Lester, Lester, please!

No, no, no, no! No, no, no!

- (SARAH SCREAMING)
- (LESTER CRYING)

(SARAH CRYING)

(SOBS)

(SNIFFS, SIGHS)

My office is off limits.

♪ ♪

(SARAH GASPING)

- Do you understand?
- (GASPS)

(SARAH PANTING)

(SHUDDERS)

♪ ♪

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- (CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)
- (QUIET CHATTER)

(CUTLERY CLINKING)

(PENANCE SPEAKS, LAUGHS)

(CHATTER CONTINUES)

Tell me.

Who is the enchanting-looking
young woman

at the end of the table?

She favors you in your younger days.

Before everything went wrong?

(MUSIC, CHATTER CONTINUE)

Your sister is staring.

(GULPS)

Because you look beautiful.

- Dress suits you.
- Hm.

- It was very kind of her to offer it.
- Mm-hmm.

But it is funny. I always...

- I always thought she disliked me.
- Me, too.

Oh, n-no. Sorry, no. Um, me.

N-not you. I thought she disliked me.

But she's your sister.

Yeah, I know.

Maybe you're wrong.

Well, I suppose we'll see.

We'll see what?

Augie?

(TAPPING GLASS)

(MUSIC STOPS)

Lavinia. Uh, sorry. I know
this is your occasion,

but I hope you'll allow me
to say a few words.

Yes, of course, Augustus.

(CHEERFUL HUMMING)

I-I-I'm not... I'm not very
good at speeches. Uh,

the words tend to get...

words tend to get all
jumbled up in my, um...

But I-I'm not jumbled now.

But I feel... I feel clearer today

than I've ever felt in my life.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

(SIGHS)

So, I'd like to propose a toast.

To my sister.

GUEST: Mm...

(WINCES)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

- Yes?
- Yes!

Hello. I'm here for the party.

Master and Mistress are indisposed.

Actually, uh...

What is that? Is that mahogany?

- It's lovely.
- Sir...

(GRUNTING)

When our father d*ed, you stepped in.

And th-th-that's not only to manage
o-our family's interests,

but also to manage me.

(SOFT LAUGHTER)

And I-I-I'm exceedingly
grateful to you for that.

For everything.

'Cause you just did so much

for so long.

And...

th-th-that's why I've decided
that it's time to relieve you

of some of that burden by
assuming control of the estate.

- (GUESTS GASP)
- As our father's only son,

it is rightfully mine.

The house, the lands, and...

and the orphanage.

No, d-don't worry, Lavinia.

I'll still keep you in all the finery

to which you've become accustomed.

You can still have your gowns

a-a-and y-your hats.

And those little cakes that you like.

- Augie...
- I just... I really believe that it is high time

that the home for the Touched
is run by someone who...

who actually is... who...

Someone who ac... who is... who...

who is actually,
a-a-as a matter of fact...

- himself...
- HAGUE: Well, alright!

(SINGING): Okay! You win...

♪ I'm in love with you ♪

Oh, I didn't realize
there'd be entertainment.

- Ms. Bidlow!
- What are you doing here?

Well, I'm here to show my support.

Wh-what is the meaning
of this intrusion?

Shall I tell them all the lengths

- I've gone to for the cause?
- AUGIE: Lavinia,

what's he talking about?
Who is this man?

- Collins? Lay an extra place, please.
- Ah.

What?

- (MURMURING)
- HAGUE: Hm, here,

- I think.
- Lavinia!

I said add a place!

(SNAPPING)

(CLASSICAL MUSIC RESTARTS)

You...

This gentleman will be
joining us for lunch.

(MURMURING)

(CUTLERY CLINKING)

Everyone, as you were.

A-as you were, everybody.

Ooh. Ah.

(HAGUE SIGHS)

(SIGHS) Y-you didn't tell me
you were going to do that.

I wanted to surprise you.

Won't your sister be upset though?

Just don't worry about her.

Ms. Adair, I presume?

- Y-yeah. Yes.
- Oh! It's...

(INHALES) It's an honor.

(HAGUE HUMS)

So, the plan is I distract Massen?

The plan is you get me through the gate

and you stay out of me f*ckin' way.

I thought I was distracting
Massen while you went

to search for secret papers.

Um, unpaid taxes, blood rights,
that sort of thing.

- Evidence?
- Exactly. Something to take Massen down,

not get yourself k*lled

in some ridiculous
display of masculinity.

If you don't like my methods,
then you know you...

I'm here, aren't I? Let's just...

(SIGHS) Let's just not be rash.

That means stupid.

I know what it f*ckin' means,
you f*ckin' prat!

(CHUCKLES)

Shut up.

(LAUGHS, SIGHS)

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

A bit unkempt for Lavinia, isn't he?

- American.
- HAGUE: An inventor?

Oh! How wonderful!

And what sort of things do you invent?

I don't know, just this and that.

Whatever is needed, really.

I think there's such
beauty in inventing.

In arranging parts and pieces together

to make a wondrous whole.

And then there's that moment
when, when everything

sparks to life.

A-and, well, it-it-it's...

- It's otherworldly.
- Precisely!

Precisely.

Mr. Bidlow, what was it you
were about to say before?

- High time for?
- AUGIE: Oh, nothing.

(PENANCE AND HAGUE CHATTING)

The moment passed.

PENANCE: Yes!

- Yes!
- Yes. Yeah, exactly.

Um, Ms. Adair?

(QUIETLY): Sorry.

- Sorry. Excuse me.
- HAGUE: Oh.

Sorry. You, um, you are
meant to be my guest.

Oh, I-I thought that was
the point of these things.

You talk to people
you don't really know.

Uh, sorry.

What was I saying? Um...

(CHATTER CONTINUES)

He's here, ma'am.

Keep an eye on them.

Excuse me.

♪ ♪

Lord Massen.

Ms. Bidlow.

Thank you for coming
at such short notice.

It's so rare to meet someone
who sees the world like I do.

Oh, Ms. Adair.

I would love to see
the world through your eyes.

To see her.

All wisping amber waves of light.

Currents.

Reflecting and diffusing.

(GASPS) H-how do you know about... ?

Oh, Ms. Adair.

I know much more than that.

♪ ♪

We have, in the past, found ourselves

on opposing sides in
the matter of the Touched.

We have.

You have often expressed your
opinion that their afflictions

are caused by some great and powerful...

enemy.

If you are attempting to change
my mind once again,

Ms. Bidlow, it is a cause as lost

as the one you so desperately support.

The Prosperity of London Bill

is up for a vote tonight, is it not?

- (SIGHS) It is.
- And as I understand it,

- your amendment hangs in the balance.
- You needn't worry.

My peers have made it very clear

that they have no intention
of letting it pass.

Apparently, there's a feeling

that I have overstepped the bounds.

I'm hardly surprised.

Men are like babies and can
rarely see beyond the next feed.

But that is no matter.

Because what I have here will give you

all the amm*nit*on
you need to sway the vote.

You're offering your support
to an amendment

that would dismantle your own orphanage?

♪ ♪

Lord Massen, there can be
no community for the Touched

while evil walks among them.

And I have seen it.

I have looked in its face.

A face so...

familiar to me

that I cannot bear it.

It must be destroyed.

Pluck it out by the root.

Burn it in the fire.

You have only to strike the match.

I don't understand.

One hears all sorts of whispers

down the telephone lines.

Are you Dr. Hague?

No. Call me Edmund.

- I'd rather not.
- No, no, no, no.

Don't you want to know

what it was you encountered
that day in your workshop?

At once marvelous and miraculous?

Like infinite possibility and hope?

Could you really bear...

not knowing?

I could show you.

I have a carriage just beyond the gates.

I leave in minutes.

With or without you.

♪ ♪

About f*cking time. (SIGHS)

Penance?

Ms. Adair?

Hello? (LAUGHS)

Oh. I-I'm sorry.

I-I-I was just thinking about, um...

Amalia couldn't stay.

She was being pulled by something...

bigger. A-a-a kind of...

I'm so sorry.

I think I have to go.

Oh, yes, o-of course. Of course.

Thank you.

PURIST : The Lord God said
to rally the troops,

prepare 'em for battle.

PURIST : Yeah, we know. We know.

Drink your ale before it gets warm.

♪ ♪

(SIGHS) Can I get some Irish whiskey?

This thing is f*ckin' creepy.

Gimme that.

Oi! Make way!

You f*ckin' deaf?

The girl said move.

I guarantee you don't
wanna piss her off.

First installment. Have a gander.

Just a little taste though.

When do we get the rest?

DECLAN: When you get
your marching orders.

PURIST : The hour of
retribution is at hand!

DECLAN: Is it now?
You wait for my word, Preacher.

- Do you understand?
- PURIST : We understand, King.

DECLAN: Now, who's gonna get me a drink?

PURIST : Ol' Punch over
there will sort you out.

BARTENDER: Oi, that
whiskey's two shillings.

- (HEAVY BREATHING)
- (COINS CLATTERS)

- (GRUNTS)
- Watch it.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ ♪

MAN: Oi! Doctor! Odd place for your type

to be wettin' their whistle,
don't you think?

- I was just having a drink.
- (LAUGHS)

- Just having a drink?
- HORATIO: Yes.

- And now I'm finished, and I'm going home.
- Finished? Yes.

Home? No.

Can't have you telling
your little friends back

at the orphanage what we're
up to with the Purists.

- I won't say a word.
- f*cking right you won't.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS, YELLS)

(PANTING) Stop. Stop.

(GRUNTING)

- (MUFFLED SHUSHING)
- (MUFFLED STRUGGLING)

(MUFFLED HEARTBEAT)

(MUFFLED YELLING)

- (YELLING GETS LOUDER)
- (BLOOD SQUIRTING)

(GASPING)

(GASPING)

♪ ♪

(DEEP BREATHING)

(GURGLING)

- LESTER: Darling?
- (GASPS)

You coming to bed?

(HEAVY BREATHING)

I'll be there in a minute.

♪ ♪

(HEAVY BREATHING)

Hello.

Well, hello.

(BOTH LAUGH SOFTLY)

(BED CREAKING)

- Well, you're in a better mood.
- (LAUGHS)

- I am.
- Hm...

(SIGHS) I like it.

I thought you might.

Not so fast.

Let's play a game.

It's called, "How long can
you hold your breath?"

You first.

What? (GRUNTS)

- (SARAH PANTING)
- (LESTER GROANING)

(GRUNTS)

(PANICKED GROANING)

(SARAH PANTING)

(GRUNTING)

What the f*ck do you think you're doing?

Playing a game. Don't you like games?

No!

(GASPING)

(GROANS)

(CHOKING)

(BONES cr*ck)

(MUFFLED YELLING)

(PANTING)

One... two...

- !
- (MUFFLED YELL)

Three... ... ...

(MUFFLED YELLING)

... ... ...

(PANTING) Lester...

- (STRUGGLING STOPS)
- Lester?

What's that, darling?

f*cking bitch.

I thought that's what you said.

I win. Mwah.

(STREET CHATTER, LAUGHTER)

♪ ♪

(PSYCHOTIC LAUGHTER)

(MALADIE FANS LAUGHING)

- (INDISTINCT YELLING)
- (DRUMMING)

What's the matter, love?

Yeah.

I know the feeling.

We all do.

Well?

(INDISTINCT SINGING)

Come on, then! (LAUGHS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

- (DRIVER YELLS)
- Ready.

- (g*n CLICKING)
- FRANK: Ready.

- Are you insane?!
- Are you?

Oh, my God, put it away!

- Put it away.
- I've put it away.

(SIGHS)

♪ ♪

Beechy!

Lord Swann.

We weren't expecting you.

- Did you not get my telegram?
- No.

No? Are you sure?

I know I expressly
told Rupert to send it.

It never arrived, sir.

HUGO: Oh. Huh. Well, I'm here now.

(LAUGHS) Never mind.
Should we go inside?

Oh, but the master isn't in.

- Isn't he?
- No.

Well, that's marvelous.
I get you all to myself.

Uh, I'm sorry, Lord Swann,

but we're not receiving guests.

Beechy, surely that doesn't include me?

(HORSE SNORTS)

Um... You...

You must have heard
about my father, of course.

- Of course, sir, yes.
- Uh...

I've, uh, been in a terrible state.

Really awful.

Do you know, the only thing
which I think will make it

remotely bearable is a cup of tea

and one of your wonderful brandy balls.

I just made a fresh batch.

Come in. But, don't tell the master.

I wouldn't dream of it.

♪ ♪

(HORSE WHINNIES)

(TWISTING KNOB)

(CLICKING)

(DOOR OPENS)

Mm! (CHEWING)

Mm. Beechy...

Mm.

We never did see eye-to-eye.

He never warmed to me the way...

- Hm.
- Well, the way he did to my brother.

(LOUD BANGING)

(LOUDLY): I suppose
I was always a bit odd!

(MUFFLED): A bit too inquisitive!

And he didn't like that! You know,

asking the wrong sort of questions,

never knowing when to shut up!

- Too cheeky for his tastes.
- (BANGING CONTINUES)

He thought I ought to...

(MUFFLED): Uh, toe the line. Live up

- to the family name! (LAUGHS)
- Hm...

Be more serious, I think. Yeah.

(MUFFLED): Act a more serious child.

(BANGING GETS LOUDER)

More balls?

(BANGING CONTINUES)

♪ ♪

(BANG)

(BANGING)

What is that, Beechy?

Sometimes, fathers make mistakes.

Take your father.

It wasn't cheek you had.

It was spirit.

(BANGING)

(BANGING)

- (BANG)
- (LILLIE CRYING)

(BANGING)

- (GRUNTING)
- BEECHUM: Lord Swann.

Try the key, dear.

- (LILLIE CRYING)
- (UNLOCKS DOOR)

(SOFT CRYING)

Oh, my God.

(CRYING CONTINUES)

♪ ♪

- Hello, Lillie.
- (SOBS)

(LILLIE GROWLS)

(PRIMAL SCREAM, HEAVY BREATHING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(SIGHS, SNIFFS)

Sir.

Oh, there you are.

You disappeared.

Just like Ms. Adair.

Do you know, in the future,

I think I might have someone
draw up a little schedule

for you, so I know
where you are at all times.

Wh-what is it?

The last of our guests
has finally arrived.

Wha... (STRUGGLING)

What are you... Ah!
Lavinia, what the hell?

What is this? No! This is... (MUFFLED)

Oh, don't make a fuss.

Just like you said, we all need

to be relieved of our
burdens once in a while.

Thank you.

(MUFFLED GROAN)

- (MUFFLED WHIMPERING)
- (BIRDS CHIRPING)

(MUFFLED YELLING)

♪ ♪

- (BIRD CAWS)
- (MUFFLED YELLING)

(MUFFLED): Lavinia!

(GASPING)

- (WHIMPERING)
- (WHIRRING)

(GASPING)

(WHIRRING)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(WHIRRING STOPS)

(BREATHING CALMS)

- (BELL RINGING)
- (WATER LAPPING)

♪ ♪

(GASPING)

(PANTING)

(GASPING)

(SHIVERING)

♪ ♪

(DISTANT THUNDER)

♪ ♪

(DOOR OPENS)

(SHALLOW BREATHING)

(MUFFLED PIANO PLAYING JAUNTY TUNE)

(BELL RINGING)

(GASPS)

You're gonna need it.

(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)

♪ ♪
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