Primal (2019) s02e05 Episode Script

Evening, sir.
- Have they started?
- Just. In the study, sir.
These theories extend
to not only humans,
but throughout
the animal kingdom.
What did I miss?
It's absolutely pouring out there.
Charles was just lecturing us
on how we're no different
from savages.
All the way from London for this?
Over time, a species inevitably
experiences random variations.
- We've seen this in a variety of birds.
- Birds?
Yes.
The species' need for survival
focuses their characteristics
to adapt, change.
It is their primal instinct.
Well, my primal instinct
needs more brandy
- if I'm to survive this drivel.
- Please, gentlemen.
All I am trying to say
is that we're not so dissimilar
than the primitive man
from whence we came.
Hmph.
Speak for yourself, Charles.
Let him finish, Bertie.
Of course we have multiple
layers masking our true
inner selves
the uniforms of society,
education in its highest form,
lavish indulgences.
We have evolved
beyond creation's expectations.
But under the right
circumstances,
facing a primeval threat,
I assure you gentlemen
that our evolution
will revert back to
its primal savage form,
fighting for survival
at the very cost of humanity.
Well then, we must watch
over Blakely's cakes,
for if circumstances
see them disappear,
it will surely release
his inner beast.
Gentlemen, let us not discard
Charles' theory so quickly.
Pardon, Your Lordship.
The Constable would like a word.
He stressed it was a matter
of the utmost urgency.
Very well.
Show him in, Stevens.
Yes, sir.
Begging your pardon,
gentlemen,
but I need to notify you
of a situation.
It seems an inmate
has escaped
from the asylum
down the road, there.
Quite the disturbed
madman, he is.
Killed an orderly
in the scuffle, and all.
So, please be on the lookout
for anything suspicious.
And by all means,
stay inside, for your safety.
Constable
we have him.
Here is your madman!
Very well, then.
I'll be on my way.
Never did understand
these educated types.
Though I do not dispute
the fact
that we have descended
from Neanderthals,
the very notion that,
somehow, under duress,
we can revert back
is simply preposterous.
- But if only
- It is an insult to the very core
of this historical society.
We are scientists, learned men.
We deal in facts.
Your theory is pure lunacy
as crazy and deranged as that
madman who escaped the asylum.
What the devil is it now?
- Did you hear that, Your Lordship?
- Of course I heard it.
Perhaps one of the branches has
shattered the upstairs window.
- I'll check on it right away.
- Yes, see to it, Stevens.
I apologize for all
the disturbances, gentlemen.
I'm sure that will be
the last of them.
There.
Shall we continue?
Yes. Well, then,
I have recently heard,
from the coast of France, that
- Good Heavens.
- What is it, Bertie?
I-I don't know.
Something dropped in my glass.
Blood! Ugh!
Stevens?
Stevens?!
My God!
- Good God!
- Out of the way!
Stay back.
Stay back.
Lord have mercy!
Oh, no.
Bertie.
Bertie.
Oh, God, the horror.
- Who was that?
- Miss Kensington, the cook.
Poor woman.
The Savage!
Has he no dignity?
Dignity?
I would argue that thing
is barely human.
I I don't want to die.
- He has us.
- Not yet, he doesn't.
Hurry!
- Shoot!
- I might hit Charles.
Shoot.
- Charles?
- I'm alright.
He's
He's gone.
Quickly, arm yourselves.
Careful, man.
Quiet.
This way.
Got him.
Blast.
Blakely?
Blakely, are you alright?
Leave him.
We have the monster on the run.
- Are you ready?
- Yes.
I don't see the beast.
- Is there another way out?
- No.
- Then, he must be here.
- But where?
Darlington?
Oxford Boxing Champion?
Let him have it, old man!
- For God's sake, help me, man!
- Uh, oh, of course!
You were doing so well
for a moment, there.
- You got him!
- Don't bet on it.
He's gone.
Come on.
Show yourself, you bastard.
No.
And there you have it.