Penny Dreadful: City of Angels (2020) s01e02 Episode Script
Dead People Lie Down
1
[Magda] Previously, on
Penny Dreadful: City of Angels.
Now open your arms, sister.
I'll give you many souls today.
You are the first Chicano detective
in the Los Angeles Police Department.
I guess I should say,
welcome to Homicide, Detective Vega.
[Townsend]
The Transportation Committee
has voted in favor
of the Arroyo Seco motorway.
Construction will continue Monday morning.
This is our home!
We will fight for it.
What we want is to make you
the Mayor of Los Angeles.
I won't betray my country.
[Richard] Of course you will.
[Santa Muerte] There is a prophecy.
A time will come
when race will devour race
- [indistinct whispering]
- [gunshot]
[crowd clamoring]
when brother will kill brother
Raul, no!
[gunshot]
until not a soul is left.
[respirator hissing]
[background chatter]
[smooches]
[praying in Spanish]
[praying continues]
ominous music ♪
[bell ringing]
[siren wailing]
[indistinct chatter]
♪♪♪
[sighs]
[indistinct chatter]
Hey, hey. Hold on. I can do this. Go home.
My brother's in there.
Those motherfuckers only see a brown face,
same kind shot them down.
Go round back.
I do that, and I'm gonna go round back
for the rest of my life.
♪♪♪
[Reilly] No, no, no.
No fucking way this cunt goes inside.
You want me to bleed to death
all over your brogues?
Get out of the way.
- [spits]
- [Lewis] You
[Tiago] Hey, leave it! Leave it!
- Come on, Reilly.
- [officer] Easy.
Not here.
You all right?
My backswing's screwed, but yeah.
Who shot you? Did you see?
Shit, no.
I was crawling inside
my own tush, trying to hide.
So much tear gas everywhere,
who the fuck saw anything?
Four fucking dead cops,
and no one saw anything.
Lancaster lost a goddamn eye.
- How many dead Mexicans?
- Don't fucking even.
You get patched up,
then you two come and see me.
This needs sorted out. You hear me?
Go find your family.
[grunts softly]
I'm fine.
[sighs]
[groans]
Lewis.
You know who shot you.
No, I don't. Neither do you.
No one saw anything. No one did anything.
No one shot anybody.
You hear me, partner?
[groans]
Give me my flask, huh?
[lid rattling]
Thank you.
I'm the one who should be thanking you.
Go to your family. I like to drink alone.
[sighs]
[woman sobbing]
somber music ♪
[wailing]
♪♪♪
[door creaks]
♪♪♪
We took care
of the officers first, of course,
but got to him without much delay.
He had swelling on the brain,
so we had to open his skull
to release the pressure.
Is the bullet still in his
It glanced off his skull,
but bone fragments shattered
and lodged in the brain.
But he's alive?
He's being kept alive. Look, I'm sorry,
but you have to start making plans.
You'll have to remove him
from the respirator.
When?
Two, three days at the most. I'm sorry.
[praying in Spanish]
[Josefina sobbing]
[respirator hissing]
[Tiago shushing]
Easy, easy.
- It's okay.
- [Josefina sobbing]
It's okay, amor. Tranquila.
Mateo.
Look what they did to him.
Mama.
How about I call Father Nuñez?
He's not gonna die.
No, señor.
Mama, the doctor and I talked, and he
Let me tell you what I know.
Two floors up, right in this hospital,
I brought him into this world.
He will not die here.
[Maria exhales sharply]
[Maria praying in Spanish]
Stay with her.
I'm gonna call Father Nuñez and
I saw what you did.
If he dies
you are not a part of this family.
dramatic music ♪
[door closes]
♪♪♪
[sighs]
[sobbing]
♪♪♪
[Vanderhoff] So now we're looking
at a Mexican uprising.
Come on. Don't you think that
Don't Don't.
We have a white family
from Beverly Hills butchered
in some kind of a voodoo ritual.
Now, we have a mob of Mexicans
shooting down cops in the street.
City Hall needs this resolved,
and resolve it we shall.
How do we do that, sir?
You need to conclude the Hazlett case.
Follow up on the victims,
do any fucking thing you want,
but bring me a Mexican head on a plate.
Any Mexican head?
Just to be clear, you want us to conclude
the Hazlett case, not solve it?
That is entirely correct.
We'll swing by my place, and I'll change.
Then
[exhales deeply]
what the hell do we do then?
We know Hazlett
wasn't killed at the house.
But we know the places he went.
His office, the temple,
the construction site, the country club.
Neighbors said he didn't drink,
didn't smoke,
didn't run around with women.
Who goes to the trouble
of murdering someone
so fucking boring?
He was a goddamn choir boy.
Then maybe we ought to check out
the choir.
[fizzes]
Well, the Transportation Committee
is well and truly fucked.
Excuse my French.
How do you see that, sir?
The Arroyo Seco's finished.
The spics took care of that.
And with Hazlett dead, we got no one
to build the damn thing, anyway.
Don't we, though?
A firm with your best interests
at heart, perhaps.
What's it matter, Alex?
After today,
it's too politically sensitive.
No one will touch it,
and I go back to zoning
goddamn crosswalks in Torrance.
Forgive me for saying so,
but four dead police officers
isn't just a tragedy.
It's an opportunity.
The people of this city
are terrified right now.
They're locking their doors
and turning out their lights,
scared their gardeners
are gonna hack 'em to pieces
with their machetes.
What the people need is a champion
to defend their interests,
to be their voice,
to channel their fear and anger
into something constructive.
Like the motorway.
It's not just a motorway anymore.
It's a symbol.
And I did want to get on the radio more.
Even more so, the newsreels.
Oh, I look pudgy on camera.
Oh, we'll take care of that Your Honor.
We can't exploit a bunch
of dead cops for politics.
Not exploiting.
Honoring, healing.
[phone rings]
[Magda] Now drink that down
like a good boy.
Hello?
Understood. Thank you.
Go ahead, Mr. Nichols.
We'll need the mustache trimmed
as well, if you please.
Yes, madam.
foreboding music ♪
[indistinct chatter]
[Tiago] So, this is Hazlett's church?
[Lewis] A little grandiose for my taste.
The yellow dresses are nice, though.
We don't exactly fit in.
Cops never fit in.
That's why we're cops.
[sighs]
Come on, partner.
Let's go buy us some snake oil.
You think she's a fraud?
I think everyone's a fraud.
[woman] Welcome to Joyful Voices Ministry.
[overlapping chatter]
May I help you gentlemen?
[clears throat]
We need to see Sister Molly.
I'm sorry. That's impossible.
What did you say to me?
We just need a few moments
of her time, sir.
- That's all.
- I'm sorry.
She's preparing for her service.
Son, she'll be preparing
for a fucking search warrant
if we don't see her
in the next two seconds.
Let me get Miss Adelaide.
[machines clicking]
[indistinct chatter]
My daughter is communing with the Lord,
preparatory to her sermon.
I will not allow you to disturb her.
[Lewis] Sure, sure,
"communing with the Lord."
I get it.
Tell us about James Hazlett.
His passing was a great loss
to the temple.
Uh-huh.
Did he have some kind of job here?
Why do you inquire?
It's a simple question, ma'am.
He was a deacon in our organization
and had various obligations
commensurate to that position.
- Such as?
- He was one of our bursars.
One of the money guys.
Must have been a busy fella.
Without the donations of the faithful,
we could not carry out our good works.
I'm all for good works.
Detective, I don't know
what more I can say.
Mr. Hazlett was a valued member
of the church.
There's nothing more to add.
Did he have an office here?
Well, he has a construction business
downtown.
But did he have an office here
for his bursarial work?
Yes, but the public
is not allowed back there.
Now, if you will excuse me
Then how about you just show me,
just real quick?
My partner will stay here.
I just need to take a gander
at his things.
Got to be thorough, dear.
You wouldn't believe all the forms
I have to fill out back at the station.
My life is paperwork.
Everybody thinks that
[soft jazz music playing on speaker]
[man over PA] Please take your seats,
ladies and gentlemen.
We'll be on the air shortly.
[indistinct chatter]
♪♪♪
[man over PA] Ladies and gentlemen,
and radio listeners across this land,
we thank you for your attendance.
Now prepare yourself to feel
the power of the Lord
and take flight on the musical wings
of our blessed angel!
[audience applauding]
♪♪♪
- [mic squeals]
- [man over PA] Ladies and gentlemen,
may I introduce you
to your righteous Sister Molly
in the battle with Satan,
armed with but a song and a smile.
Ladies and gentlemen,
your own Sister Molly!
[audience cheering]
[spotlights thudding]
[applause]
[audience cheering]
[mouthing words]
Yesterday, I met a gentleman
on the street,
and a gentleman he was,
a fine-tailored suit,
sharp arrow collar,
and ten-dollar Florsheims.
And he said to me,
"Sister, I'm what you call a diplomat.
I've traveled all over the world,
and I've looked high and low for the Lord,
but where is He?
I didn't find him in Rangoon.
I didn't find him in Caracas.
I didn't even find him in Des Moines."
[gasps]
"Where the heck's He hiding?"
[laughter]
Well, I was enthralled.
A diplomat. My word.
- That's a first for me.
- [piano plays jazz music]
So, I said, "Brother, tell me more."
And this is what he said to me.
♪♪♪
I've flown around the world in a plane ♪
I've settled revolutions in Spain ♪
The North Pole, I have charted ♪
But can't get started with you ♪
♪♪♪
Around the golf course ♪
I'm under par ♪
And all the movies ♪
Want me to star ♪
I've got a house, a showplace ♪
But I get no place with you ♪
You're so supreme ♪
Doesn't she have a pretty voice?
I keep meaning to pick up
one of her record albums,
but then I think, uh, radio's free, right?
[Molly singing over speaker]
Mr. Hazlett have any enemies?
It was Mexicans, wasn't it?
Sure, it was.
Just got to cross all the Ts.
He have any enemies?
Not to my knowledge.
Did you ever go by his house?
We don't socialize
with our congregants, not ever.
Ahh. That makes sense.
I'm gonna borrow these.
[clears throat]
There a problem with that, ma'am?
Listen here, Hymie.
You may think you know
what you're doing here,
but believe me, you don't.
This is the Lord's house,
and we are sanctified
in the blood of the lamb.
Right now, I'm a little more concerned
with the blood of these two kids.
Take a look, honey.
[Molly singing over speaker]
But lately how I've smarted ♪
'Cause I can't get started with you ♪
Oh, no, I can't get started ♪
You've got me so downhearted ♪
Oh, no, I can't get started with you ♪
Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo ♪
'Cause I can't get started ♪
With you ♪
[audience cheering]
You ever seen Beau Geste?
- What?
- Beau Geste.
Beau Geste, the movie.
These three guys
are in this French Foreign Legion fort
in the middle of the desert,
and all these Arabs are about to attack.
All the other soldiers
are already dead, right?
So they put the dead bodies
around the fort
so the Arabs will think
that there's a shitload of them
defending the place.
It's a con, right?
That's what this case is.
The bodies all painted up
and left in the LA River,
the Mexican crap,
the words written in blood
on the fucking wall.
Come on. It's all too much.
It's fake.
So, in all that distraction,
we never ask the one question
you're supposed to
who has something to gain?
Who wanted Hazlett dead?
Something to do with the money?
Five will get you ten.
I'll start going through these
and then swing by
Hazlett's office downtown
to grab his records.
Something's got to shake loose.
I'll keep on Sister Molly,
find some way to talk to her privately.
Take your time. Find the right moment.
Slowly, slowly catchy monkey, right?
And let me tell you.
I know when I'm being warned off.
That lady has something to hide,
and, pal, we're gonna find out what.
[background chatter]
[seagulls screeching]
[Tom] I'm telling you.
It won't look right
unless we have a parapet.
What the heck's a parapet?
It's a wall up at the top
for the places for the soldiers.
You're so ignorant.
He's not ignorant, Tom.
He's ill-informed.
[background chatter]
Stay here, boys.
Trevor, mind your brother.
If you're going to the place,
will you get me a Yoo-hoo?
I will not.
[waves crashing]
Hello, Mrs. Branson.
Why, Dr. Craft. Hello.
What a surprise.
Ja, for me, too.
[chuckles]
But don't you work on Mondays?
My day off, you see.
And, uh, I have no taste for the golfing.
Ja, the beach is where we go,
Frank and me.
The sun is good for him,
you see, his breathing.
It is, ja.
I'm here with my boys.
Would
Would you like to join us?
How kind you are.
Ja, it's good for Frank to make a friend.
We're right over here.
[chuckles]
[giggles]
[Maria praying in Spanish]
She can't be on the floor like that.
It's unsanitary.
[Maria praying in Spanish]
[whispers]
Hey.
Want a bottle of pop?
somber music ♪
[Mateo] I'll be right back.
♪♪♪
[sniffles]
[crying]
- [coins jangle]
- [footsteps approaching]
[crying]
[Reilly] Boo-fucking-hoo.
[sobs]
[Reilly] What are you crying about?
suspenseful music ♪
What?
[machine clangs]
You heard me, boy.
What are you crying about, huh, Pancho?
Some of the cops
your people killed today, huh?
You crying for them?
You wetback cocksucker.
My partner got his fucking eye shot out.
Yeah.
[whimpers]
This eye.
How's that feel?
Fucking cry now.
Fucking scream.
Go on.
Scream for me.
[clanks]
Officer Reilly.
I would like to buy a soda pop.
Not your problem, Rico. Stay out of it.
A grape Nehi.
[scoffs]
There's four of us, pal.
There's a city of me.
One day, Rico.
[smooches]
Why didn't you scream?
I was too busy pissing my pants.
[chuckles]
I'm Fly Rico.
You know me, ese?
[coin clinking]
My uncle's upstairs.
Ese pendejo was there today.
I told him not to go, but he won't listen.
So now they're picking shotgun pellets
from his numbskull ass.
What are you doing here?
My brother's here.
You know The Cat?
Find me there.
Why?
Because you didn't scream.
You're a Pachuco, baby.
upbeat swing music ♪
[Peter] Play nice, boys, huh? Be good.
Frank, be nice.
Beau Geste, it's foreign. Beau Geste.
Did you see that?
No.
It's the middle of the desert, right?
And this is a fort.
[Trevor] And these guys over here
are all Arabs.
They're the bad guys.
And these guys here,
on the parapet, are all dead.
Then they should be lying down.
- Dead people lie down.
- [Trevor] Well, they stood them up to make
the Arabs think
there's a lot more of them,
a lot more good guys.
Okay?
All dead.
[Trevor] Jeez, all right. Anyway
So these Arabs
are getting ready to attack
[Peter] It's not as good as everyone says,
but, uh, all war books
are the same after a while.
Ja, they are making the movie.
That will be better.
I was in Berlin after the war.
You wouldn't make a movie of that.
That was the same in Essen.
Our poor country has bled, has it not?
Ja.
At least now we get up
from our knees and stand.
Where's your wife?
Um
Um, my wife is, uh, not complected
for the sunshine.
She burns so.
So, too, is Mr. Branson,
and he is a large man,
so he does not fit easy
in the bathing clothes.
Frank and I love the beach.
You look at the ocean,
you know, and you
you dream of going.
- Going where?
- Anywhere.
Sail off in a boat, Frank and me.
Tahiti.
Maybe we go to Tahiti.
After the war, I was living
in the basement of a shoe store
with my baby sister.
There was no food in Berlin.
So we had to leave.
Leave or die in the street, ja?
somber music ♪
We went to the country where there
there should've been food,
but there was only soldiers.
That's where I met Mr. Branson.
He was not handsome in his uniform.
He was He was fat even then.
♪♪♪
But he had food.
And I needed food.
[sniffles]
Forgive me.
I'm I'm nothing but a silly woman.
Not at all.
Who wouldn't want to sail away one day?
♪♪♪
And where would you go, Doctor?
Yeah, I think Tahiti for me, too.
♪♪♪
[waves crashing]
♪♪♪
You sure I can't give you a ride?
It is no trouble.
You are too kind already.
Frank, please thank Dr. Craft
for the Yoo-hoo.
- Thank you, Doctor.
- My pleasure.
So then, I, um
I see you in the office on Friday,
ja?
Ja.
Goodbye, then.
[Magda] Say goodbye
to your new friends, Frank.
Hmm.
Bye, Tom. Bye, Trevor.
It was really fun playing.
[Magda giggles]
Come along, boys.
♪♪♪
[camera shutters clicking]
tense music ♪
Twenty-seven years old.
Twenty-seven years old,
Officer Maynard West.
This is how they murdered him.
This is his widow, Mrs. Gloria West.
They have a four-year-old boy at home.
His name is Nicholas.
His mother will have
to sit down with him tonight,
and tell him he'll never see
his father again.
[camera shutters clicking]
God forbid we ever forget it.
The City of Los Angeles has never lost
four police officers in a single day.
The animals that assassinated
Officer West and his brothers
must be brought to justice,
for this city can no longer live
under the shadow of their anarchy.
They fired first.
They shot our boys down in cold blood.
They had no mercy,
and we can show none to them.
Let every Mexican in Los Angeles know
this will not stand.
♪♪♪
And what was the cause?
Why did they kill Officer West?
Why did they leave Nicholas
without a father?
Not for money, not for food.
They did it because of a road,
a motorway they don't like.
Well, I say that very road must now be
a symbol of something larger.
It is our golden pathway to the future,
and no pack of dogs will stop it.
Tomorrow I will introduce
a motion in the city council
to rename it the Maynard West
Memorial Motorway.
For Officer West, for all of us,
I will build this road.
- [cameras shutters clicking]
- I will build this road!
♪♪♪
[background chatter]
[indistinct chatter]
[chattering continues]
[background chatter]
[dishes clinking]
[water churns]
[Tiago] Sister Molly.
My name is Detective Santiago Vega.
I'd like to ask you
a few questions, if I can.
Oh. Uh
Of course. May May I continue?
Yes, ma'am.
I'm here about James Hazlett.
You knew him, I understand.
That's right. He is, um
[clicks tongue]
was a deacon at our temple.
A fine, tall man.
I feel his loss greatly.
He was involved
in the finances, wasn't he?
I believe so.
Uh, my mother oversees
that part of the business.
I do other things.
Yes, I I know that.
I saw you earlier today.
How was I?
Uh, great, and the songs were great.
Everyone likes the tunes.
[plates clattering lightly]
- Do you think he was tall?
- Hmm?
Mr. Hazlett, you said
he was "a fine, tall man."
I I meant tall as in upstanding.
That's what I meant.
Hmm.
Did you know him well?
Oh, not especially.
We had dinner at his house once last year.
Oh, no, um, it was the year before,
my mother and I.
But I found it's difficult
getting too close to the parishioners.
Why's that?
They become attached.
Did Mr. Hazlett?
[laughs]
No.
He was always very levelheaded.
Even-keeled, I'd say.
But as I say, uh,
we don't like to get too friendly,
lest they become attached.
Aren't they attached to you anyway,
your parishioners?
Well, to the temple, not to me.
I'm "that woman on the stage"
or "that voice on the radio."
Otherwise I don't really exist.
[chuckles]
Hey, fella, get back to the truck.
No, it's fine.
We're just talking.
Go on, Randolph.
He's here to protect my virtue.
How come you're not out front
where more people can see you?
Oh, well, it becomes a distraction.
I'm too famous, it seems.
And I like it back here.
Why's that?
You are a detective.
[chuckles]
It's quiet back here.
My life is
Well, it's busy.
I tour, I do the radio show
and record the songs.
But I didn't get into it for all that.
My calling is pastoral.
I I just want to help people.
Same reason you chose to join
the police force, I suppose.
I guess so.
But you're not sure?
No, I'm sure.
I didn't have much of a choice, really.
My mother had me
on the revival circuit when I was four.
[chuckles]
I would sing a song,
and she would pass the hat.
"Lullabies and the Lord."
We went from town to town
all over Nebraska.
Sooner or later, the faith just found me.
Have you been saved, Detective?
Are you offering?
Uh, can you get me those plates?
[Anton] You read the paper?
They say it's gonna be Bette Davis now.
Bette Davis?
This is a teenage Southern belle.
You explain that to me.
I couldn't even lift
the damn book, it's so heavy.
And the Civil War? Pfft, like I care.
All I'm saying is,
they cast Bette Davis, I'm out.
What do you have against Bette Davis?
It's the principle, Lewis.
Casting a movie
is like tailoring trousers.
You got to be specific on the leg,
on the inseam, on the cuff,
on the break
I get it.
You cannot tell me that Bette Davis
is an 18-year-old Southern belle
and a virgin.
- That woman is no virgin.
- Exactly.
And you know this how?
You mean Scarlett or Bette Davis?
Scarlett's the virgin, at least to start.
Everyone's a virgin to start, Sam.
Six-letter word meaning "given to fright."
- "Scared"?
- Starts with C.
- "Cowardly."
- No, six letters.
Hey, hey. Here they come.
Who's this?
[Anton] We seen him before?
He's new.
What? They met someone inside?
[Dottie] He's just a kid.
[camera shutter clicks]
I'm telling you, Lewis.
You should call the FBI.
You think Hoover gives a shit
about the Jews?
Ask Emma Goldman.
- Call the Army or something.
- I don't trust them.
You, I trust more or less.
So, a bunch of old Jews
are gonna prevent the Third Reich
from invading America?
We should be playing goddamn canasta.
Sam, you and Anton take your car
and follow the Nazis.
- We'll take the kid.
- What are you talking about?
- I'm a tailor, not Mr. Moto.
- Just don't get too close.
- Stay in the other lane. Go on.
- Jeez, what next?
I'm sure they're just going back
to the ambassador.
Don't worry. Go, go!
Come on.
[insects chirping]
[Peter moaning]
[both panting]
foreboding music ♪
[grunts]
[both moaning]
[both breathing heavily]
[grunts]
[Peter] Ahh!
[both grunting]
[moaning]
[panting]
Don't ever embarrass me like that again.
I'm your wife, not some San Pedro tart.
Yeah, sorry.
[Molly] His mother asked me
to go visit him.
It was the top floor of the hospital.
Took the elevator all the way up.
His room was way down
at the end of the corridor.
I went in.
He was in an iron lung,
uh, looking up at me through the mirror.
I told his mother I can't heal people.
I told her that's not within my power.
But she begged.
What happened?
I prayed with him.
He was so weak, he just mouthed the words.
He was on the edge, you see.
One step more, and God would take him.
I'm sure you brought him comfort.
I don't know that I did.
I think
I think he saw through me.
The dying have a special grace,
and I think he saw straight into my heart.
Honestly, I didn't want him to live.
I wanted his suffering to end
and for him to be with God
where he could walk again
and and be happy.
I wanted
I wanted him to die.
My brother's dying.
[soft music]
[sniffles]
I'm so sorry.
He's in the hospital.
And we need to, um
[sniffles]
take him off the respirator.
Probably tomorrow.
♪♪♪
Do you pray for him?
I don't really do that.
Do you believe in miracles?
No.
Do you believe in God?
No.
Are you sure?
[sighs]
When I was a kid, I, um
When my father died
I thought I saw Santa Muerte.
Are you sure you didn't?
[sniffles]
If your brother is on the edge
help him find grace.
But find it in yourself first.
When that little boy looked up at me,
I couldn't find the grace within myself.
So I
♪♪♪
I
How could I help him?
What happened to him?
Well, he died.
Two days later.
I had to do a radio show that night.
And then I went home and cut my wrists.
♪♪♪
If your brother dies, then come to me.
Thank you, Sister.
[soft chuckle]
Please call me Molly.
"Sister" is the woman on the stage.
And that's not you?
[scoffs]
This is me.
I'm here every Monday,
up to my ass in dirty dishes.
[chuckles]
[Adelaide] Molly Joan.
The car is waiting.
Mother, this is Detective Vega.
We've met.
Come along, now.
If you must speak with my daughter again,
you do it through our lawyer.
[car door slams]
[engine starts]
tense music ♪
You're too close.
What, you want I should lose 'em?
[Sam] What the hell's he doing up here?
[Anton] Going to The Ambassador?
[Sam] Does it look like he's going to
The Ambassador?
He's going up into the hills.
♪♪♪
Where are we?
Pasadena.
Who's gonna notice two old Jews
in Pasadena?
♪♪♪
[Anton] You're too close.
What the heck is he doing up here?
Is he gonna go deer hunting?
[Dottie] Where's this now?
- Caltech.
- Where, now?
Dottie, turn up your ears. It's Caltech.
♪♪♪
♪♪♪
[door closes]
♪♪♪
ominous music ♪
[light buzzing]
[respirator hissing]
♪♪♪
[Maria crying]
[quivering voice]
Holy angel, mother of the dead,
hear my plea.
[gasps]
[speaking Spanish]
[whimpering]
[speaking Spanish]
[whimpers]
[Maria speaking Spanish]
[Sam] "Craven."
- What?
- "Craven."
Six-letter word for "given to fright."
Starts with a C, "craven."
Write it down. I got to tell Dottie.
How am I supposed to do that?
I got no paper.
In the glove box. In the glove box.
♪♪♪
[Anton] Hey, hey, hey.
[Maria] Holy angel,
mother of death, hear my plea.
[gunshots]
[Maria] Holy angel,
mother of death, hear my plea.
[silenced gunshots]
♪♪♪
[explosion]
♪♪♪
[Maria praying in Spanish]
[whimpering]
[gasps]
eerie music ♪
[soft growl]
[echoing voice]
♪♪♪
[curtains flapping]
♪♪♪
[quivering breath]
[gasps]
♪♪♪
closing theme music ♪
[Magda] Previously, on
Penny Dreadful: City of Angels.
Now open your arms, sister.
I'll give you many souls today.
You are the first Chicano detective
in the Los Angeles Police Department.
I guess I should say,
welcome to Homicide, Detective Vega.
[Townsend]
The Transportation Committee
has voted in favor
of the Arroyo Seco motorway.
Construction will continue Monday morning.
This is our home!
We will fight for it.
What we want is to make you
the Mayor of Los Angeles.
I won't betray my country.
[Richard] Of course you will.
[Santa Muerte] There is a prophecy.
A time will come
when race will devour race
- [indistinct whispering]
- [gunshot]
[crowd clamoring]
when brother will kill brother
Raul, no!
[gunshot]
until not a soul is left.
[respirator hissing]
[background chatter]
[smooches]
[praying in Spanish]
[praying continues]
ominous music ♪
[bell ringing]
[siren wailing]
[indistinct chatter]
♪♪♪
[sighs]
[indistinct chatter]
Hey, hey. Hold on. I can do this. Go home.
My brother's in there.
Those motherfuckers only see a brown face,
same kind shot them down.
Go round back.
I do that, and I'm gonna go round back
for the rest of my life.
♪♪♪
[Reilly] No, no, no.
No fucking way this cunt goes inside.
You want me to bleed to death
all over your brogues?
Get out of the way.
- [spits]
- [Lewis] You
[Tiago] Hey, leave it! Leave it!
- Come on, Reilly.
- [officer] Easy.
Not here.
You all right?
My backswing's screwed, but yeah.
Who shot you? Did you see?
Shit, no.
I was crawling inside
my own tush, trying to hide.
So much tear gas everywhere,
who the fuck saw anything?
Four fucking dead cops,
and no one saw anything.
Lancaster lost a goddamn eye.
- How many dead Mexicans?
- Don't fucking even.
You get patched up,
then you two come and see me.
This needs sorted out. You hear me?
Go find your family.
[grunts softly]
I'm fine.
[sighs]
[groans]
Lewis.
You know who shot you.
No, I don't. Neither do you.
No one saw anything. No one did anything.
No one shot anybody.
You hear me, partner?
[groans]
Give me my flask, huh?
[lid rattling]
Thank you.
I'm the one who should be thanking you.
Go to your family. I like to drink alone.
[sighs]
[woman sobbing]
somber music ♪
[wailing]
♪♪♪
[door creaks]
♪♪♪
We took care
of the officers first, of course,
but got to him without much delay.
He had swelling on the brain,
so we had to open his skull
to release the pressure.
Is the bullet still in his
It glanced off his skull,
but bone fragments shattered
and lodged in the brain.
But he's alive?
He's being kept alive. Look, I'm sorry,
but you have to start making plans.
You'll have to remove him
from the respirator.
When?
Two, three days at the most. I'm sorry.
[praying in Spanish]
[Josefina sobbing]
[respirator hissing]
[Tiago shushing]
Easy, easy.
- It's okay.
- [Josefina sobbing]
It's okay, amor. Tranquila.
Mateo.
Look what they did to him.
Mama.
How about I call Father Nuñez?
He's not gonna die.
No, señor.
Mama, the doctor and I talked, and he
Let me tell you what I know.
Two floors up, right in this hospital,
I brought him into this world.
He will not die here.
[Maria exhales sharply]
[Maria praying in Spanish]
Stay with her.
I'm gonna call Father Nuñez and
I saw what you did.
If he dies
you are not a part of this family.
dramatic music ♪
[door closes]
♪♪♪
[sighs]
[sobbing]
♪♪♪
[Vanderhoff] So now we're looking
at a Mexican uprising.
Come on. Don't you think that
Don't Don't.
We have a white family
from Beverly Hills butchered
in some kind of a voodoo ritual.
Now, we have a mob of Mexicans
shooting down cops in the street.
City Hall needs this resolved,
and resolve it we shall.
How do we do that, sir?
You need to conclude the Hazlett case.
Follow up on the victims,
do any fucking thing you want,
but bring me a Mexican head on a plate.
Any Mexican head?
Just to be clear, you want us to conclude
the Hazlett case, not solve it?
That is entirely correct.
We'll swing by my place, and I'll change.
Then
[exhales deeply]
what the hell do we do then?
We know Hazlett
wasn't killed at the house.
But we know the places he went.
His office, the temple,
the construction site, the country club.
Neighbors said he didn't drink,
didn't smoke,
didn't run around with women.
Who goes to the trouble
of murdering someone
so fucking boring?
He was a goddamn choir boy.
Then maybe we ought to check out
the choir.
[fizzes]
Well, the Transportation Committee
is well and truly fucked.
Excuse my French.
How do you see that, sir?
The Arroyo Seco's finished.
The spics took care of that.
And with Hazlett dead, we got no one
to build the damn thing, anyway.
Don't we, though?
A firm with your best interests
at heart, perhaps.
What's it matter, Alex?
After today,
it's too politically sensitive.
No one will touch it,
and I go back to zoning
goddamn crosswalks in Torrance.
Forgive me for saying so,
but four dead police officers
isn't just a tragedy.
It's an opportunity.
The people of this city
are terrified right now.
They're locking their doors
and turning out their lights,
scared their gardeners
are gonna hack 'em to pieces
with their machetes.
What the people need is a champion
to defend their interests,
to be their voice,
to channel their fear and anger
into something constructive.
Like the motorway.
It's not just a motorway anymore.
It's a symbol.
And I did want to get on the radio more.
Even more so, the newsreels.
Oh, I look pudgy on camera.
Oh, we'll take care of that Your Honor.
We can't exploit a bunch
of dead cops for politics.
Not exploiting.
Honoring, healing.
[phone rings]
[Magda] Now drink that down
like a good boy.
Hello?
Understood. Thank you.
Go ahead, Mr. Nichols.
We'll need the mustache trimmed
as well, if you please.
Yes, madam.
foreboding music ♪
[indistinct chatter]
[Tiago] So, this is Hazlett's church?
[Lewis] A little grandiose for my taste.
The yellow dresses are nice, though.
We don't exactly fit in.
Cops never fit in.
That's why we're cops.
[sighs]
Come on, partner.
Let's go buy us some snake oil.
You think she's a fraud?
I think everyone's a fraud.
[woman] Welcome to Joyful Voices Ministry.
[overlapping chatter]
May I help you gentlemen?
[clears throat]
We need to see Sister Molly.
I'm sorry. That's impossible.
What did you say to me?
We just need a few moments
of her time, sir.
- That's all.
- I'm sorry.
She's preparing for her service.
Son, she'll be preparing
for a fucking search warrant
if we don't see her
in the next two seconds.
Let me get Miss Adelaide.
[machines clicking]
[indistinct chatter]
My daughter is communing with the Lord,
preparatory to her sermon.
I will not allow you to disturb her.
[Lewis] Sure, sure,
"communing with the Lord."
I get it.
Tell us about James Hazlett.
His passing was a great loss
to the temple.
Uh-huh.
Did he have some kind of job here?
Why do you inquire?
It's a simple question, ma'am.
He was a deacon in our organization
and had various obligations
commensurate to that position.
- Such as?
- He was one of our bursars.
One of the money guys.
Must have been a busy fella.
Without the donations of the faithful,
we could not carry out our good works.
I'm all for good works.
Detective, I don't know
what more I can say.
Mr. Hazlett was a valued member
of the church.
There's nothing more to add.
Did he have an office here?
Well, he has a construction business
downtown.
But did he have an office here
for his bursarial work?
Yes, but the public
is not allowed back there.
Now, if you will excuse me
Then how about you just show me,
just real quick?
My partner will stay here.
I just need to take a gander
at his things.
Got to be thorough, dear.
You wouldn't believe all the forms
I have to fill out back at the station.
My life is paperwork.
Everybody thinks that
[soft jazz music playing on speaker]
[man over PA] Please take your seats,
ladies and gentlemen.
We'll be on the air shortly.
[indistinct chatter]
♪♪♪
[man over PA] Ladies and gentlemen,
and radio listeners across this land,
we thank you for your attendance.
Now prepare yourself to feel
the power of the Lord
and take flight on the musical wings
of our blessed angel!
[audience applauding]
♪♪♪
- [mic squeals]
- [man over PA] Ladies and gentlemen,
may I introduce you
to your righteous Sister Molly
in the battle with Satan,
armed with but a song and a smile.
Ladies and gentlemen,
your own Sister Molly!
[audience cheering]
[spotlights thudding]
[applause]
[audience cheering]
[mouthing words]
Yesterday, I met a gentleman
on the street,
and a gentleman he was,
a fine-tailored suit,
sharp arrow collar,
and ten-dollar Florsheims.
And he said to me,
"Sister, I'm what you call a diplomat.
I've traveled all over the world,
and I've looked high and low for the Lord,
but where is He?
I didn't find him in Rangoon.
I didn't find him in Caracas.
I didn't even find him in Des Moines."
[gasps]
"Where the heck's He hiding?"
[laughter]
Well, I was enthralled.
A diplomat. My word.
- That's a first for me.
- [piano plays jazz music]
So, I said, "Brother, tell me more."
And this is what he said to me.
♪♪♪
I've flown around the world in a plane ♪
I've settled revolutions in Spain ♪
The North Pole, I have charted ♪
But can't get started with you ♪
♪♪♪
Around the golf course ♪
I'm under par ♪
And all the movies ♪
Want me to star ♪
I've got a house, a showplace ♪
But I get no place with you ♪
You're so supreme ♪
Doesn't she have a pretty voice?
I keep meaning to pick up
one of her record albums,
but then I think, uh, radio's free, right?
[Molly singing over speaker]
Mr. Hazlett have any enemies?
It was Mexicans, wasn't it?
Sure, it was.
Just got to cross all the Ts.
He have any enemies?
Not to my knowledge.
Did you ever go by his house?
We don't socialize
with our congregants, not ever.
Ahh. That makes sense.
I'm gonna borrow these.
[clears throat]
There a problem with that, ma'am?
Listen here, Hymie.
You may think you know
what you're doing here,
but believe me, you don't.
This is the Lord's house,
and we are sanctified
in the blood of the lamb.
Right now, I'm a little more concerned
with the blood of these two kids.
Take a look, honey.
[Molly singing over speaker]
But lately how I've smarted ♪
'Cause I can't get started with you ♪
Oh, no, I can't get started ♪
You've got me so downhearted ♪
Oh, no, I can't get started with you ♪
Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo ♪
'Cause I can't get started ♪
With you ♪
[audience cheering]
You ever seen Beau Geste?
- What?
- Beau Geste.
Beau Geste, the movie.
These three guys
are in this French Foreign Legion fort
in the middle of the desert,
and all these Arabs are about to attack.
All the other soldiers
are already dead, right?
So they put the dead bodies
around the fort
so the Arabs will think
that there's a shitload of them
defending the place.
It's a con, right?
That's what this case is.
The bodies all painted up
and left in the LA River,
the Mexican crap,
the words written in blood
on the fucking wall.
Come on. It's all too much.
It's fake.
So, in all that distraction,
we never ask the one question
you're supposed to
who has something to gain?
Who wanted Hazlett dead?
Something to do with the money?
Five will get you ten.
I'll start going through these
and then swing by
Hazlett's office downtown
to grab his records.
Something's got to shake loose.
I'll keep on Sister Molly,
find some way to talk to her privately.
Take your time. Find the right moment.
Slowly, slowly catchy monkey, right?
And let me tell you.
I know when I'm being warned off.
That lady has something to hide,
and, pal, we're gonna find out what.
[background chatter]
[seagulls screeching]
[Tom] I'm telling you.
It won't look right
unless we have a parapet.
What the heck's a parapet?
It's a wall up at the top
for the places for the soldiers.
You're so ignorant.
He's not ignorant, Tom.
He's ill-informed.
[background chatter]
Stay here, boys.
Trevor, mind your brother.
If you're going to the place,
will you get me a Yoo-hoo?
I will not.
[waves crashing]
Hello, Mrs. Branson.
Why, Dr. Craft. Hello.
What a surprise.
Ja, for me, too.
[chuckles]
But don't you work on Mondays?
My day off, you see.
And, uh, I have no taste for the golfing.
Ja, the beach is where we go,
Frank and me.
The sun is good for him,
you see, his breathing.
It is, ja.
I'm here with my boys.
Would
Would you like to join us?
How kind you are.
Ja, it's good for Frank to make a friend.
We're right over here.
[chuckles]
[giggles]
[Maria praying in Spanish]
She can't be on the floor like that.
It's unsanitary.
[Maria praying in Spanish]
[whispers]
Hey.
Want a bottle of pop?
somber music ♪
[Mateo] I'll be right back.
♪♪♪
[sniffles]
[crying]
- [coins jangle]
- [footsteps approaching]
[crying]
[Reilly] Boo-fucking-hoo.
[sobs]
[Reilly] What are you crying about?
suspenseful music ♪
What?
[machine clangs]
You heard me, boy.
What are you crying about, huh, Pancho?
Some of the cops
your people killed today, huh?
You crying for them?
You wetback cocksucker.
My partner got his fucking eye shot out.
Yeah.
[whimpers]
This eye.
How's that feel?
Fucking cry now.
Fucking scream.
Go on.
Scream for me.
[clanks]
Officer Reilly.
I would like to buy a soda pop.
Not your problem, Rico. Stay out of it.
A grape Nehi.
[scoffs]
There's four of us, pal.
There's a city of me.
One day, Rico.
[smooches]
Why didn't you scream?
I was too busy pissing my pants.
[chuckles]
I'm Fly Rico.
You know me, ese?
[coin clinking]
My uncle's upstairs.
Ese pendejo was there today.
I told him not to go, but he won't listen.
So now they're picking shotgun pellets
from his numbskull ass.
What are you doing here?
My brother's here.
You know The Cat?
Find me there.
Why?
Because you didn't scream.
You're a Pachuco, baby.
upbeat swing music ♪
[Peter] Play nice, boys, huh? Be good.
Frank, be nice.
Beau Geste, it's foreign. Beau Geste.
Did you see that?
No.
It's the middle of the desert, right?
And this is a fort.
[Trevor] And these guys over here
are all Arabs.
They're the bad guys.
And these guys here,
on the parapet, are all dead.
Then they should be lying down.
- Dead people lie down.
- [Trevor] Well, they stood them up to make
the Arabs think
there's a lot more of them,
a lot more good guys.
Okay?
All dead.
[Trevor] Jeez, all right. Anyway
So these Arabs
are getting ready to attack
[Peter] It's not as good as everyone says,
but, uh, all war books
are the same after a while.
Ja, they are making the movie.
That will be better.
I was in Berlin after the war.
You wouldn't make a movie of that.
That was the same in Essen.
Our poor country has bled, has it not?
Ja.
At least now we get up
from our knees and stand.
Where's your wife?
Um
Um, my wife is, uh, not complected
for the sunshine.
She burns so.
So, too, is Mr. Branson,
and he is a large man,
so he does not fit easy
in the bathing clothes.
Frank and I love the beach.
You look at the ocean,
you know, and you
you dream of going.
- Going where?
- Anywhere.
Sail off in a boat, Frank and me.
Tahiti.
Maybe we go to Tahiti.
After the war, I was living
in the basement of a shoe store
with my baby sister.
There was no food in Berlin.
So we had to leave.
Leave or die in the street, ja?
somber music ♪
We went to the country where there
there should've been food,
but there was only soldiers.
That's where I met Mr. Branson.
He was not handsome in his uniform.
He was He was fat even then.
♪♪♪
But he had food.
And I needed food.
[sniffles]
Forgive me.
I'm I'm nothing but a silly woman.
Not at all.
Who wouldn't want to sail away one day?
♪♪♪
And where would you go, Doctor?
Yeah, I think Tahiti for me, too.
♪♪♪
[waves crashing]
♪♪♪
You sure I can't give you a ride?
It is no trouble.
You are too kind already.
Frank, please thank Dr. Craft
for the Yoo-hoo.
- Thank you, Doctor.
- My pleasure.
So then, I, um
I see you in the office on Friday,
ja?
Ja.
Goodbye, then.
[Magda] Say goodbye
to your new friends, Frank.
Hmm.
Bye, Tom. Bye, Trevor.
It was really fun playing.
[Magda giggles]
Come along, boys.
♪♪♪
[camera shutters clicking]
tense music ♪
Twenty-seven years old.
Twenty-seven years old,
Officer Maynard West.
This is how they murdered him.
This is his widow, Mrs. Gloria West.
They have a four-year-old boy at home.
His name is Nicholas.
His mother will have
to sit down with him tonight,
and tell him he'll never see
his father again.
[camera shutters clicking]
God forbid we ever forget it.
The City of Los Angeles has never lost
four police officers in a single day.
The animals that assassinated
Officer West and his brothers
must be brought to justice,
for this city can no longer live
under the shadow of their anarchy.
They fired first.
They shot our boys down in cold blood.
They had no mercy,
and we can show none to them.
Let every Mexican in Los Angeles know
this will not stand.
♪♪♪
And what was the cause?
Why did they kill Officer West?
Why did they leave Nicholas
without a father?
Not for money, not for food.
They did it because of a road,
a motorway they don't like.
Well, I say that very road must now be
a symbol of something larger.
It is our golden pathway to the future,
and no pack of dogs will stop it.
Tomorrow I will introduce
a motion in the city council
to rename it the Maynard West
Memorial Motorway.
For Officer West, for all of us,
I will build this road.
- [cameras shutters clicking]
- I will build this road!
♪♪♪
[background chatter]
[indistinct chatter]
[chattering continues]
[background chatter]
[dishes clinking]
[water churns]
[Tiago] Sister Molly.
My name is Detective Santiago Vega.
I'd like to ask you
a few questions, if I can.
Oh. Uh
Of course. May May I continue?
Yes, ma'am.
I'm here about James Hazlett.
You knew him, I understand.
That's right. He is, um
[clicks tongue]
was a deacon at our temple.
A fine, tall man.
I feel his loss greatly.
He was involved
in the finances, wasn't he?
I believe so.
Uh, my mother oversees
that part of the business.
I do other things.
Yes, I I know that.
I saw you earlier today.
How was I?
Uh, great, and the songs were great.
Everyone likes the tunes.
[plates clattering lightly]
- Do you think he was tall?
- Hmm?
Mr. Hazlett, you said
he was "a fine, tall man."
I I meant tall as in upstanding.
That's what I meant.
Hmm.
Did you know him well?
Oh, not especially.
We had dinner at his house once last year.
Oh, no, um, it was the year before,
my mother and I.
But I found it's difficult
getting too close to the parishioners.
Why's that?
They become attached.
Did Mr. Hazlett?
[laughs]
No.
He was always very levelheaded.
Even-keeled, I'd say.
But as I say, uh,
we don't like to get too friendly,
lest they become attached.
Aren't they attached to you anyway,
your parishioners?
Well, to the temple, not to me.
I'm "that woman on the stage"
or "that voice on the radio."
Otherwise I don't really exist.
[chuckles]
Hey, fella, get back to the truck.
No, it's fine.
We're just talking.
Go on, Randolph.
He's here to protect my virtue.
How come you're not out front
where more people can see you?
Oh, well, it becomes a distraction.
I'm too famous, it seems.
And I like it back here.
Why's that?
You are a detective.
[chuckles]
It's quiet back here.
My life is
Well, it's busy.
I tour, I do the radio show
and record the songs.
But I didn't get into it for all that.
My calling is pastoral.
I I just want to help people.
Same reason you chose to join
the police force, I suppose.
I guess so.
But you're not sure?
No, I'm sure.
I didn't have much of a choice, really.
My mother had me
on the revival circuit when I was four.
[chuckles]
I would sing a song,
and she would pass the hat.
"Lullabies and the Lord."
We went from town to town
all over Nebraska.
Sooner or later, the faith just found me.
Have you been saved, Detective?
Are you offering?
Uh, can you get me those plates?
[Anton] You read the paper?
They say it's gonna be Bette Davis now.
Bette Davis?
This is a teenage Southern belle.
You explain that to me.
I couldn't even lift
the damn book, it's so heavy.
And the Civil War? Pfft, like I care.
All I'm saying is,
they cast Bette Davis, I'm out.
What do you have against Bette Davis?
It's the principle, Lewis.
Casting a movie
is like tailoring trousers.
You got to be specific on the leg,
on the inseam, on the cuff,
on the break
I get it.
You cannot tell me that Bette Davis
is an 18-year-old Southern belle
and a virgin.
- That woman is no virgin.
- Exactly.
And you know this how?
You mean Scarlett or Bette Davis?
Scarlett's the virgin, at least to start.
Everyone's a virgin to start, Sam.
Six-letter word meaning "given to fright."
- "Scared"?
- Starts with C.
- "Cowardly."
- No, six letters.
Hey, hey. Here they come.
Who's this?
[Anton] We seen him before?
He's new.
What? They met someone inside?
[Dottie] He's just a kid.
[camera shutter clicks]
I'm telling you, Lewis.
You should call the FBI.
You think Hoover gives a shit
about the Jews?
Ask Emma Goldman.
- Call the Army or something.
- I don't trust them.
You, I trust more or less.
So, a bunch of old Jews
are gonna prevent the Third Reich
from invading America?
We should be playing goddamn canasta.
Sam, you and Anton take your car
and follow the Nazis.
- We'll take the kid.
- What are you talking about?
- I'm a tailor, not Mr. Moto.
- Just don't get too close.
- Stay in the other lane. Go on.
- Jeez, what next?
I'm sure they're just going back
to the ambassador.
Don't worry. Go, go!
Come on.
[insects chirping]
[Peter moaning]
[both panting]
foreboding music ♪
[grunts]
[both moaning]
[both breathing heavily]
[grunts]
[Peter] Ahh!
[both grunting]
[moaning]
[panting]
Don't ever embarrass me like that again.
I'm your wife, not some San Pedro tart.
Yeah, sorry.
[Molly] His mother asked me
to go visit him.
It was the top floor of the hospital.
Took the elevator all the way up.
His room was way down
at the end of the corridor.
I went in.
He was in an iron lung,
uh, looking up at me through the mirror.
I told his mother I can't heal people.
I told her that's not within my power.
But she begged.
What happened?
I prayed with him.
He was so weak, he just mouthed the words.
He was on the edge, you see.
One step more, and God would take him.
I'm sure you brought him comfort.
I don't know that I did.
I think
I think he saw through me.
The dying have a special grace,
and I think he saw straight into my heart.
Honestly, I didn't want him to live.
I wanted his suffering to end
and for him to be with God
where he could walk again
and and be happy.
I wanted
I wanted him to die.
My brother's dying.
[soft music]
[sniffles]
I'm so sorry.
He's in the hospital.
And we need to, um
[sniffles]
take him off the respirator.
Probably tomorrow.
♪♪♪
Do you pray for him?
I don't really do that.
Do you believe in miracles?
No.
Do you believe in God?
No.
Are you sure?
[sighs]
When I was a kid, I, um
When my father died
I thought I saw Santa Muerte.
Are you sure you didn't?
[sniffles]
If your brother is on the edge
help him find grace.
But find it in yourself first.
When that little boy looked up at me,
I couldn't find the grace within myself.
So I
♪♪♪
I
How could I help him?
What happened to him?
Well, he died.
Two days later.
I had to do a radio show that night.
And then I went home and cut my wrists.
♪♪♪
If your brother dies, then come to me.
Thank you, Sister.
[soft chuckle]
Please call me Molly.
"Sister" is the woman on the stage.
And that's not you?
[scoffs]
This is me.
I'm here every Monday,
up to my ass in dirty dishes.
[chuckles]
[Adelaide] Molly Joan.
The car is waiting.
Mother, this is Detective Vega.
We've met.
Come along, now.
If you must speak with my daughter again,
you do it through our lawyer.
[car door slams]
[engine starts]
tense music ♪
You're too close.
What, you want I should lose 'em?
[Sam] What the hell's he doing up here?
[Anton] Going to The Ambassador?
[Sam] Does it look like he's going to
The Ambassador?
He's going up into the hills.
♪♪♪
Where are we?
Pasadena.
Who's gonna notice two old Jews
in Pasadena?
♪♪♪
[Anton] You're too close.
What the heck is he doing up here?
Is he gonna go deer hunting?
[Dottie] Where's this now?
- Caltech.
- Where, now?
Dottie, turn up your ears. It's Caltech.
♪♪♪
♪♪♪
[door closes]
♪♪♪
ominous music ♪
[light buzzing]
[respirator hissing]
♪♪♪
[Maria crying]
[quivering voice]
Holy angel, mother of the dead,
hear my plea.
[gasps]
[speaking Spanish]
[whimpering]
[speaking Spanish]
[whimpers]
[Maria speaking Spanish]
[Sam] "Craven."
- What?
- "Craven."
Six-letter word for "given to fright."
Starts with a C, "craven."
Write it down. I got to tell Dottie.
How am I supposed to do that?
I got no paper.
In the glove box. In the glove box.
♪♪♪
[Anton] Hey, hey, hey.
[Maria] Holy angel,
mother of death, hear my plea.
[gunshots]
[Maria] Holy angel,
mother of death, hear my plea.
[silenced gunshots]
♪♪♪
[explosion]
♪♪♪
[Maria praying in Spanish]
[whimpering]
[gasps]
eerie music ♪
[soft growl]
[echoing voice]
♪♪♪
[curtains flapping]
♪♪♪
[quivering breath]
[gasps]
♪♪♪
closing theme music ♪