(BAROQUE MUSIC PLAYING)
♪ ♪
Pioneers have always been met with ridicule.
Pasteur. Lister.
DOCTOR 1: (CHUCKLES) Those gentlemen were scientists.
(SCOFFS) As am I.
DOCTOR 1: They tested observable phenomena.
And let me see.
Y-your thesis is that "voices of the dead
can be heard through the new London telephone network".
(CHUCKLES) Do I have that right, Mr. Hague?
- Dr. Hague! - But, may I ask
how many of these voices you yourself
have discerned through the static interference?
DOCTOR 2: No?
Mummy not rung lately?
DOCTOR 3: We are not without sympathy for your loss.
My own dear mother passed away just a year ago.
- But, even so... - We are to officially inform you
that as of this moment,
you are no longer a member
of Her Majesty's Royal Medical Society.
Struck off.
(BELL JINGLING, CORD RATTLING)
- (DOOR SLAMS) - Wasn't that our telephone?
♪ ♪
- (STREET CHATTER) - (HORSE NEIGHS)
(DISTANT SEAGULLS CAWING)
(GATE CREAKS, SHUTS)
(SIGHS)
- (DOG WHINING) - (DOOR SHUTS)
(OPERATIC SOLO PLAYING)
(SIGHS)
- (FOOTSTEPS RECEDING) - (CLOCK TICKING)
(OPERA CONTINUES)
(CLOCKS TICKING)
(DEEP SIGH)
- (CLICK, STATIC) - Hello?
(RAGGED BREATHING)
(SIGHS)
I have been so patient.
Won't you grant me a... a little grace?
Just a whisper.
Just a song.
We always loved our songs.
(STATIC CONTINUES)
- (HUMMING) - (DISTANT THUNDER)
(OPERA BECOMES LOUDER)
♪ ♪
(STATIC CONTINUES, MUSIC FADES)
(RECEIVER CLICKS)
(OPERA CONTINUES)
(SIGHS)
♪ ♪
(HEAVY BREATHING)
(STREET NOISE)
(DOG BARKING)
(OPERA CONTINUES)
- (GASPS) - (PHONE RINGING)
(RINGING CONTINUES)
(MORE PHONES RINGING)
(CACOPHONY OF BELLS)
(SINGLE PHONE RINGING)
(RINGING STOPS)
(CREAKY STATIC)
Hello?
(MUFFLED, INDISTINCT VOICE)
(LAUGHS)
(STATIC CONTINUES)
Mother.
(EMOTIONAL SIGH)
(LAUGHS)
(EMOTIONAL SIGH)
(OPERA CONTINUES)
(DEEP SIGH)
(PANTING)
- (SINGER HITS HIGH NOTE) - (LAUGHING)
(OPERA CONTINUES)
(OPERA STOPS)
(PANTING)
- (HORSE NEIGHING) - (STREET CHATTER)
(INDISTINCT YELL)
(FLAME ROARS)
Put it out.
Why does Amalia always get the glamorous job?
- (WOOD THUDDING, CRACKING) - (ANNIE GRUNTS)
- (ANNIE SIGHS) - Another silver tooth.
Ooh!
Annie Carbey! We're not common thieves.
Are you sure it's even this place?
I...
It's only pauper's pit on this side of the city.
Where else are they going to put someone like him?
Dump him in the river!
I am done. Need some sleep.
GRAVEDIGGER: Sometimes, when I'm digging these graves, I think
maybe I'll just slide in underneath a box.
That's nice. Tell me more.
(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)
(RAPID BUZZING)
- (GASPS) - (ANNIE GRUNTS)
ANNIE: Fuckin' finally.
Got him.
- (STREET CHATTER) - (HORSE NEIGHING)
SOLDIER 1: ... drilled straight through the bloody floor.
Sergeant told Briggsy Maladie sent them.
SOLDIER 2: Told you.
SOLDIER 1: They was trying to pull the fucking building down!
Brass. Look sharp.
♪ ♪
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(RUMBLING)
(PANTING, EARS RINGING)
- (CHATTER CONTINUES) - (RINGING FADES OUT)
Can you direct me to the women's barracks?
Or am I a little early for those?
(GRUNTS)
♪ ♪
(BREEZE BLOWING)
(WIND GUSTS)
(FIRE CRACKLING)
- (FIRE CONTINUES) - (RUMBLING, RATTLING)
(DEEP WHIRRING)
(RUMBLING)
(EXPLOSIONS, GUNFIRE)
(GASPS)
(PANTING)
(GRUNTING)
(HEAVY BREATHING)
(QUIET CHATTER)
♪ ♪
WOMAN: I just don't understand why she did it...
(GASPS)
(SOFT CRYING)
(MUFFLED PHONE RINGING)
There'll be an investigation,
so y-you can't take anything.
(BUILDING CREAKING, RUMBLING)
This is them.
The Touched.
This is their revenge for Maladie.
- No. - BESSIE: They won't stop
until they've shook London into the ground.
She's got no one now,
and you lot do nothing!
♪ ♪
(PHONE RINGING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
So, we know the last place Maladie was seen.
At her own hanging.
FRANK MUNDI: We know how she was dressed.
As Miss Effie Boyle.
Also deceased.
- According to your research. - I'd take a wager,
the Colonel's still with her.
We can offer a reward.
S-someone must have seen them on the streets.
- (CRUMPLES PAPER) - (CLEARS THROAT)
I've had Whitehall in my ear all morning
about our mismanagement of the hanging.
Remind me, who was the officer in charge of that again?
I'll just call them up, should I?
Tell him you went and hung the wrong bloody woman?
She wasn't even Touched?
- It's the truth. - No one wants to hear it.
But, you can't...
No.
If you won't tell the public about Maladie...
What are you gonna do, go down Fleet Street?
You set one yellow toe in the direction
of those newspaper maggots, Mundi,
and I will personally make sure that every last cop
of this side of Hadrian's fucking Wall
knows what kind of man you are.
The company you search out after dark.
All your gentlemen friends.
♪ ♪
I like to do my research and all.
It's good to know who you're working with.
But there'll be no more special privileges on my watch.
You try and push through on this,
be five years hard labor and public disgrace.
I don't think many people would be interested
in your little story then, will they?
Not the best place for your sort.
Prison.
- (HEAVY BREATHING) - So,
I'll just relieve you of these, should I?
I'm taking you off the Touched detail.
Putting you out on the beat.
(RUMBLING)
World's gone mad.
♪ ♪
(DOOR CREAKS)
(DOOR SHUTS)
- Mrs. True. - Ms. Adair.
You did it.
We did it. How was the recon?
They've no idea what we were doing there,
but they've tripled their numbers since yesterday.
Grand Abbey's the same.
It wasn't your fault Maladie didn't want to be saved.
It was the graveyard, you know? It just, uh...
It made me think of her soul,
wandering through the streets of London for eternity.
And all those poor people, just electrocuted.
They did come to watch her hang.
- Harriet said some of them brought picnics. - But you would have thought
that if anyone could have spotted those power lines,
it should have been me. She ran them through here.
Look. It's so obvious.
Stop going over it.
(SIGHS)
Is that how you dealt with it when you were a soldier?
All the death, you just, you stopped thinking about it?
I had a job to do.
Shall we make a start on our man?
You were going to have that meeting first.
You know, the meeting where you tell everyone
about the future and the Galanthi and what's actually going on?
- There's no time. - Amalia...
I've lived through this before, remember?
Earthquakes are just the starting gun.
It's a matter of days before the Galanthi emerges.
Well then, you've an hour to spare now, haven't you?
We have to be down there with it when it happens
in case it needs protection. Or transport or...
(SIGHS) I don't fucking know what it'll need. A map?
- A ship? - Well, whatever it needs, this lot can help.
- You owe them the truth. - We can't do this by committee!
You know what it'll be like. Herding bloody cats!
No one can agree on anything!
I'm sorry, it's just so much easier
to get on with things when it's you and me.
- Following your mission. - Yes!
We have the body of that thing right here.
It could be the answer to who's down there.
Come on, then. Let's make that start.
Thank you.
(HUSHED CHATTER)
(WHISPERING)
Amalia's the spirit of a soldier from the future
in the body of a drowned baker, and she's come here
to tell you all about an alien under London
who gave you all your magical powers.
Hmm?
Got you off to a bit of a start.
- Right. - (CLOCK TICKING)
... came out of that cave with a clear mission
to help the Galanthi and be ready to defend it.
Well, thank you for your time. Penance and I have some urgent...
Sorry, what did it tell you?
Galanthi don't really speak.
More like... show you things in your mind.
Okay, so what things did this one show you?
Just fragments. Nothing coherent.
But I thought it sang. Mary's song.
That's what Myrtle translated.
NIMBLE: So, if I've got this right, the Galanthi uses
its psychic tentacles to suck out your brain.
- (GROANING) - AMALIA: Not that kind of alien.
- GEORGE: Can you prove you're from the future? - How would I do that?
You could... tell us what's gonna happen tomorrow.
- Uh... - GEORGE: Next week?
The Queen dies quite soon.
- (GASPING) - But I haven't had my formal debut!
AMALIA: Forget it. Doesn't die. I mean, does die.
- Everyone dies. - But you didn't, apparently.
ANNIE: So what's the plan?
I mean, I know there must be a plan, right?
- Because the thing you just had us do... - (SHUSHING)
Look, yesterday we went down to the cave, some of us, anyway,
and it was a shit show.
I only just escaped those human-robot things.
- "Shock troops". - Oh! Th-that is a good one.
ANNIE: If we go back in blind, we'll be slaughtered.
Or worse. There are Touched down there
more like the living dead than people.
Whoever's running this operation hates us
as much as they do the Galanthi. And as for the...
shock troops, yes,
that part of the plan is already underway.
And no idea who these people could be?
Might even be someone from the future.
Hitched a ride like me.
Is that what the Galanthi showed you?
Like I said, not particularly coherent.
Anyway, Penance will work on weapons.
No, not weapons.
Nonviolent objects of confusion and defense.
And I will continue drawing up our rescue strategy.
You do have resources here, you know.
What will the alien do when it come out?
What it was supposed to do in the first place.
- Unite humanity. - Oh. That sounds nice and easy.
- (MURMURING) - Look, best-case scenario,
it's going to save the world.
HORATIO: Which world?
(MURMURING STOPS)
You said "save the world".
That's right.
Because I don't know about any future,
but the world outside this place...
- is on fire. - You said "best-case scenario". What's worst case?
It tears the world apart and we all die.
- DÉSIRÉE: George! - (YELLING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(OVERLAPPING ARGUING)
(RUMBLING, GLASS RATTLING)
(KNOCKING, TICKING)
- (PANTING) - (CLICKING)
(GUNFIRE)
(PANTING)
(GASPS)
- (HIGH-PITCHED RINGING) - (OVERLAPPING YELLING)
♪ ♪
(PANTING)
(RINGING CONTINUES)
(HYPERVENTILATING)
Hey!
- What's going on? - (PANTING)
- I don't know. - What happened?
Was it, was it a rippling?
PiTSiD. Flashbacks.
I thought they stopped when you came here. Didn't...
Didn't everything go forward instead?
Clearly not. (LAUGHS)
Anyway, it wasn't the same as before.
(PANTING)
(GLASS BREAKS)
Look, I'll sort myself out.
All on your own. Just like always, huh?
- (PANTING) - Amalia.
- (SIGHS) - Stop. Stop.
Look at me.
I've worked with soldiers before. Look at me.
(HEAVY BREATHING)
Battle exhaustion doesn't go away by ignoring it.
In my experience, and that's exactly how it goes away.
I know what I need.
- No, you know what you want. - Same thing as you.
You have no idea what I want.
- (DOOR OPENS) - (SCOFFS)
Oh. Sorry to interrupt.
Look, I've done the fucking meeting.
Now, can we please start?
(SIGHS)
- (DRIPPING) - Oh, fuck.
Uh, tidy up in there, will you? The... things and the people.
No! Not that 16th century fucking Delft!
Jesus, Augie.
Hugo, this place is an absolute state.
Lucky that I'm here to help them do...
No, I-I prefer not to look at it when it does that.
Thank you very much. Bloody river.
AUGIE: Well, someone's got to sort it out,
since I... since I very much doubt
you've actually removed my name from those papers.
Don't worry your pretty little head about all that.
Very much in the process.
Augie, Jesus. Is that a...
- Is that a bleeding ear? - And a fractured rib.
Have you been...
fighting?
(STAMMERING) Who? What? When?
- Tell me everything! - (SIGHS)
AUGIE: Actually, um, that is why I'm here.
I, um... (SIGHS)
I do need to tell you something. And I... I'm only...
I'm only telling you because...
really, you're my, you're my best friend, and...
So...
Augie, have you met somebody?
Well, y-yes, actually.
I suppose, I suppose that is part of it.
- Who is it? - I wouldn't want to say.
Oh, a secret liaison. How delicious.
But you, uh, clearly need some advice,
so what went wrong?
(SIGHS)
- Well, um... - Well, I know what I would say.
- Yes, please. - Well, I would say...
"Lady-woman. (INHALES) I am Augustus Bidlow".
- Yes. - "I am a man in my own right.
A man with a, with a, a bleeding ear
and a fractured rib. A fighting man".
- Yes. - "Independent, brave.
Choosing whichever path to adventure I damn well want!"
(SPLASH)
Fuck.
Of course, you mustn't say any of that.
Oh. Oh, yes. No.
No, Aug, you just be your real, charming,
awkward self.
Who on Earth could resist it?
Well, th-th-that's just it. Hugo...
(SIGHS) Listen. My real self... I...
- (RUMBLING, RATTLING) - Oh f...
Will someone please do something
about these fucking tremors?!
- There must be some sort of minister or something. - (RUMBLING STOPS)
Somehow, I struggle to see the cream of London society...
(DISTORTED, MUFFLED): ... trooping out to the Saturnalia Ball...
(VOICE CLEARS): ... just to be dripped on next to a fucking chamber pot!
A-a-a ball? No! No.
Hugo, I-I really... I really don't think now's the time.
And actually, as the... the official proprietor...
If yesterday's grotesque events have taught me anything,
it is that London needs a fucking party!
So, if it's alright with you, Augie,
I intend to throw a festival so extraordinary,
so transcendent, it will pass into legend.
And all this ghastliness will be obliterated. Erased!
- Hugo... - (SIGHS)
You do realize that the Ferryman's
is just a sex club for rich people.
(GASPS) It is not just a sex club!
It is a fucking phenomenon!
♪ ♪
- (GUNSHOT) - (HORSE NEIGHING, INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(NEIGHS)
(SIGHS)
(OPENS DOOR)
(DOOR CREAKING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING OUTSIDE)
Mrs. Beechum should've told you this door is to remain closed.
I'm sorry, my Lord, I-I didn't intend to...
♪ ♪
(TEA SET RATTLES)
(DISTANT DOG BARKING)
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)
Apologies for the maid. First day.
Funny time to go shooting, with all of London up in arms.
Nice bit of pheasant you brought back, though.
(HORSE WHINNYING)
Tell Roberts to take that horse to the lower field.
MRS. BEECHUM: Ms. Lily's horse? Always been a spirited creature.
I think it can sense the tremors.
If I was a superstitious woman,
I'd say they were a sign of something.
(RAGGED LAUGH)
(SNIFFLES)
Messages from the heavens?
(SIGHS)
I'd have thought by now
you would have realized that if there is a God,
he's an Englishman.
He has no interest in declaring his intentions.
(BEECHUM SIGHS)
You'll come back fighting.
You're the fuckin' Ape, mate.
Three-time champion of Limehouse.
Since when do you ever throw in the towel, hm?
- (POLICE WHISTLE) - OFFICER: We've got a bit of fire!
Oh, fucking opportunists.
- Come on. - (FIRE CRACKLING)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- What did you see? - (WOMAN CACKLING)
- Oi! - (CACKLING)
♪ ♪
(SHRIEKING LAUGH)
(OVERLAPPING CACKLING)
(MOCKING WAILS)
(CACKLING, LAUGHING)
(LAUGHTER FADES AWAY)
(SNIFFS)
(TEA KETTLE WHISTLING)
What are you scribbling away for?
"Nimble Jack's Tales of the Touched".
Newspaper men gonna be giving their eye teeth for these.
ANNIE: The city's on fire, and you're spinning stories.
Someone should.
Only role model for a Touched kid on the street is Maladie.
I'd rather they had a fire-wielding Amazonian princess.
(LAUGHS) Is that where you think my family's from?
Why would she kill herself, though? Maladie.
And all those people she took with her.
Was it 'cause, what,
they were hypocrites? Or...
Or why did you work for her?
Let's start with that.
Well...
there was the money.
- No. - I don't know. She...
She just had something about her.
- But? - End of the day,
we're all just puppets for her, you know?
Wind-up toys with a turn.
Not my kind of leader.
Is that what you came here for, then? A leader?
Don't strike me as the following type.
I'm just passing through.
(SIGHS)
♪ ♪
Never like to stay anywhere for long.
AMALIA: Who could do this, that's what I want to know.
Look at him. It's time that's been taken, the design.
I just hope the artist left some kind of signature.
Could be the first step towards whoever's got
the Galanthi under armed guard.
Jimmy here can get some justice
for what was done to him.
HORATIO: Jimmy?
Uh... After my Uncle Jim.
- What happened to him? - No, nothing.
Just miss him, so...
♪ ♪
How did they replace his nervous system like that?
Could it be electrical then?
Or how would they store up enough charge
to make them last so long?
HORATIO: Nice to see you enjoying your work.
Oh, no, no.
It is horrible. I just...
I've never seen this kind of science before.
This isn't science. This is evil.
(SQUELCHING)
(HORATIO SIGHS)
What's that?
- What was that connected to? - Nothing.
Not the nerves, not the wiring.
It looks like some sort of a casing.
What's that there?
It's a stamp.
Huh.
These are letters.
Chinese.
Tam. Pennyfield clockmaker.
You need to come with us.
Lot of trouble in Limehouse these days.
We're all ready for trouble, Mrs. True and I.
Please, Su Ping, I only speak a few words of Chinese. And badly.
I know.
- (COURTYARD CHATTER) - (MYRTLE SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGES)
Myrtle, no.
It's too restless in the city today. No one's to go out.
No children are allowed to go.
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGES)
Back you go.
(QUIET RUMBLING)
- (LOUDER RUMBLING) - (PEOPLE GASPING, YELLING)
- (GASPS) - (GUNFIRE)
- (BOTH GRUNTING) - (EXPLOSION)
- (SCREAMING) - (HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)
- (PANTING) - SOLDIER: Incoming!
(GASPING)
♪ ♪
(GASPS)
Amalia?
Oh, no. We'll be walking targets out there wearing those.
Um...
Uh, Mrs. True and I are...
we're on a bit of a mission, so...
I-I'm game.
Um, a-about that,
with the, uh, the cave a-and...
I wanted to apologize, I suppose.
And also... also n-not apologize, actually.
'Cause I'm a... I'm my own man.
I'm... I'm a fighter.
And I'm a, um...
I just... I'm gonna pollom... follup... pollum...
I'm gonna follow my own path, whatever way that takes me.
♪ ♪
Amalia! W... Just wait.
That was a disaster.
Embarrassing.
(GATE CREAKING)
(GATE SHUTS)
Tell you what, though. All this focus on the Galanthi.
There's no one out there anymore doing what Mrs. True and Lucy used to.
DÉSIRÉE: Looking out for the likes of us.
Lord knows there's more.
Don't envy them today.
(SIGHS)
♪ ♪
(CREAKING)
- (BUZZ, ZAPPING) - (CLATTERS)
(QUIET STREET NOISE)
(BOTTLES RATTLING)
♪ ♪
(GENTLE WATER LAPPING)
HUGO: Strange place to meet.
FRANK: Me and me brother used to come down here
when we was scuppers.
Dig around. You find all sorts.
I never knew you had a family.
What, did you think
I just washed up here one day.
- (SHIP HORN BLOWS) - Perhaps, they...
they grew me at a workhouse.
(SIGHS) To what do I owe the summoning, Frank?
That woman.
Effie Boyle, that journalist, remember?
You was in the station.
She was there.
You was laughing together, whispering.
Were you jealous?
Did you know her? Had you met her before?
- No. - What did she say to you?
What did she say? Let me see.
She said that she thought you were wasted in your job.
- She never said that. - She said that
the longer you spend on that rotten police force of yours,
the further you are from ever being the man
- you're meant to be in. - Hm.
What kind of man is that then?
You know, the thing about you, Swann...
- I sense that you're going to tell me. - Yeah.
The thing about you
is you got it all.
The blue bloods, the money, the parties,
and you wear it well.
But I think, underneath...
you despise it.
I don't think you want none of it.
And I suppose...
(SIGHS) you're going to tell me what it is that I want?
FRANK: No.
Now that, I cannot claim to know.
Hold up.
Here we go!
Eh?
Look at that.
Will that get me into your posh little club, will it?
Get me some of that charm?
Hm?
What did she say to you?
(INHALES)
She told me to keep an eye on you.
Whether you like it or not.
(DISTANT SHIP HORN)
Everybody needs a friend, Frank!
♪ ♪
(BIRD CHIRPING)
(SPLASHING)
(SHARP INHALE)
(CLANK, CRANKING)
(CRANKING)
(GRUNTING, GROANING)
(SHIVERING)
Ah! Ah!
(GASPS)
(GROANS)
♪ ♪
LAVINIA: Ordinarily,
a guest waits for an invitation before paying a visit.
Well, perhaps you should tell that to Mrs. Amalia True.
After all, I didn't invite her
to our little excavation site, did you?
- And yet, down she came all the same. - Mrs. True?
- What was she doing there? - Talking to the creature, apparently.
Decapitating a few of my guards.
But mainly communicating. I think she upset it.
All these earthquakes.
You think the monster is responsible for the tremors?
Is there any way that she could have discovered my involvement?
Anything in the cave? Think!
You know, it's been raised before,
but I question Mrs. True's credentials.
She doesn't seem like a baker to me.
And I'm beginning to wonder if your two little projects
may no longer be quite, uh, compatible.
Rehabilitation has always been designed
to go hand-in-hand with a cure.
But what if society were to find out
about our side line?
Our little cerebral...
forays?
Medical breakthroughs have always required human trials.
I will take care of Amalia True.
And when the creature is dead, she and her kind
will all be released from their purgatorial affliction.
Well, truthfully, if it's even taken form in there,
we don't know quite what effect killing the creature might have.
Our doubts are traitors, are they not?
But...
with you beside me,
Lavinia,
I find I am...
resolve itself.
♪ ♪
(STREET CHATTER)
- AMALIA: Much further to the clockmaker? - SU PING: Not far.
(CHICKENS CLUCKING)
(INSTRUMENT PLAYING)
I didn't mean all that. The cave, you know?
You are allowed to make your own choices.
I just thought if I could find the Galanthi,
then it might... it might...
show me...
tell me...
Turns out, the thought of wearing one of these things,
it's a lot more frightening than going off to face
the might of Her Majesty's armed forces.
(SOFT CHUCKLE)
W-would you... Would you do the honors?
You know it's not the best day
to be wearing one of those things.
Doesn't matter.
(INSTRUMENT CONTINUES)
(NERVOUS SIGH)
- (INHALES) - What's wrong?
S-Sorry. It's, um...
uh, the-the-the birds today.
They keep losing their direction.
- (CHIRPING) - PENANCE: Because of the tremors?
PURIST: Doesn't the book tell us the witchcraft
and powers, all these are an affront to God!
- (CROWD CHEERING) - And has He ever shown London
- such signs of His displeasure? - (GRUNTS)
Cracking the very earth on which we stand!
- (CROWD CHEERING) - See? Trouble.
- We shouldn't stay. - PURIST: Filling the streets
with fire and blood!
- And what about you, brothers and sisters? - AUGIE: Thank you very much.
- PURIST: Will you not answer His call? - ONLOOKER: We will!
- PURIST: Will you not waken to His alarms? - ONLOOKER: Yeah, we will!
Will you not rise, London?
- (CROWD CHEERING) - CHILD: Look!
There's one!
- Yeah! - Hey! There he is!
A fucking witch!
(CROWD JEERING, YELLING)
♪ ♪
PENANCE: We're going to go. This way. We're going...
(CROWD YELLING)
You've got a reckoning coming!
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(CLOCKS TICKING)
This is the piece we found.
♪ ♪
- Hm... - You recognize it?
It is a casing from one of our carriage clocks.
That is a number in the mark.
- (SPEAKS CANTONESE) - (RESPONDS IN CANTONESE)
TAM: We will find the buyer for you.
(STREET CHATTER)
(CLOCKS TICKING)
Too much trouble with these men.
They say the city belongs to them.
(TICKING CONTINUES)
None of the Touched can stay in Chinatown anymore.
SU PING: (ECHOING) Someone is giving the Purists our names...
(ALARMS RINGING)
- (RUMBLING) - ... and addresses.
(AUGIE GROANING)
(RATTLING)
(YELLING IN CANTONESE)
(EXPLOSION)
- (GASPING) - (GUNFIRE)
(METALLIC RATTLING)
- (GASPS) - (HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)
(MUFFLED STREET NOISE)
(RINGING CONTINUES)
- (SIZZLING) - (GASPS)
(PANTING)
PENANCE: Amalia?
(DOOR BELL RINGS)
She's found the address.
(DRAMATIC CRESCENDO)
(STREET CHATTER)
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
PURIST 1: She's Touched!
(OVERLAPPING YELLING)
- PURIST 2: Catch the witch! - PURIST 3: Come on!
(NECK CRACKS)
- (GRUNTING) - (LAUGHING)
(LAUGHING)
(MYRTLE SPEAKING HINDI)
(MYRTLE SPEAKING ICELANDIC)
Is she Italian? What's she saying?
She's not Italian. She's Touched.
Speak again.
Go on.
I said speak!
Freak.
(CLANK, FIZZLING)
- (GASPS) - (FIZZLING)
- (CROWD MURMURS) - (LAUGHING)
(FIZZLING)
♪ ♪
(LAUGHING)
(GRUNTING)
(CROWD YELLING)
- (PANTING) - Oi!
(ZAPS)
FRIEND: Bessie!
(PANTING)
(CROWD MURMURING)
(GRUNTING)
(GASPING)
My friend said it's 'cause you're cursed by God.
The Touched.
But I know. I've seen.
It's you that is the curse on us!
And you take and you take, and you turn everything bad!
(GRUNTING)
(PANTING)
(GRUNTS)
(PANTING)
(HEAVY BREATHING)
♪ ♪
(GASPS)
Come on. (PANTING)
Come on, girl. Come on.
(GASPS)
(HEAVY SIGH)
(CLATTERS)
♪ ♪
- (SOLDIER GRUNTING) - (GASPING)
(PANTING)
- (SOLDIER YELLS) - (GURGLING)
- (EXPLOSION) - (GASPING)
(PANTING)
(SEAGULLS CAWING)
(WATER LAPPING)
- (GUNFIRE, EXPLOSION) - (SCREAMING)
(GASPING)
(GUNSHOT)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(GASPS)
(RAGGED BREATHING)
♪ ♪
LUCY: (MUFFLED) Myrtle...
- Myrtle! Go on! Run! - (RAGGED BREATHING)
(CLEARLY): You hearing me? Run!
(POLICE WHISTLE)
(MUFFLED CROWD YELLING)
- (POLICE WHISTLE) - (CONCERNED CHATTER)
(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)
(CRACKING, SNAPPING)
♪ ♪
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(HORSE WHINNYING)
(THUNDER CONTINUES)
- (PANTING) - (GUNFIRE)
♪ ♪
- (GUNFIRE) - (GASPING)
(GUNFIRE)
(CLICKING, RATTLING)
(HORSE SNORTS)
(GRUNTS)
(CREAKS)
♪ ♪
(HEAVY BREATHING)
(WOOD CREAKS)
(WHIRRING, BANG)
- What are you doing here? - PENANCE: It's you, you bullocks!
You fucking blinded me.
You kicked me in the unmentionables!
A vagina is not unmentionable, Penance!
We've been through this before!
- Fuck. - Mm...
Oh...
(CLOCK TICKING)
PENANCE: Mrs. True.
AMALIA: Ms. Adair.
PENANCE: How did you get here without the address?
AMALIA: Does it matter?
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CREAKING)
(PHONE RINGING)
♪ ♪
(RINGING CONTINUES)
- (SIGHS) - (DOOR OPENS)
(QUIET ELECTRICAL BUZZING)
(CLOCKS TICKING)
(BUZZING CONTINUES)
Hm.
(TAPPING)
(ITEM FALLS ON FLOOR)
♪ ♪
(CRINKLING)
(SIGHS) Jimmy.
(CLOCKS TICKING QUIETLY)
- Dr. Hague. - (PHONE RINGING)
- (MUFFLED PHONE RINGING) - (PANTING)
(RINGING CONTINUES)
(MUFFLED RINGING)
(LOUD RINGING)
(RINGING CONTINUES)
(ANSWERS PHONE)
HAGUE'S MOTHER: (ON PHONE) Darling.
(PHONE STATIC)
- Who is this? - HAGUE'S MOTHER: Who is this?
- (CLICKING, WHIRRING) - (FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
(SNARLING)
You're calling to speak to...
HAGUE'S MOTHER: That accent's liable to slip.
Am I wrong in saying... Canadian?
Originally.
HAGUE'S MOTHER: Ah. Then, let me ask...
Did you ever stop believing this was all a sim?
- You're the Stripe. - Who the fuck are you?
HAGUE'S MOTHER: My dear, did you think you were the only one
who hitched a ride?
- (LINE DISCONNECTS) - Hello?
(CLICKING PHONES)
- (PANTING) - (DOG GROWLING)
(SNARLING)
(GASPING)
(DOG GROWLING)
PENANCE: Amalia!
(DROPS RECEIVER)
(DOG GROWLING)
- (SNARLING) - (MECHANICAL CLICKING)
(GROWLS, BARKS)
- (GUNFIRE) - (GRUNTS)
- (GASPS) - (ROARS, GROWLS)
Ah...
(WHIRRING)
Ah!
(SNARLING)
♪ ♪
- (GRUNTS) - (GUNFIRE)
- Ah! - (SNARLS)
(WHIRRING, BARKING)
Aaah!
(PANTING)
(CLOCKS TICKING)
- (DOOR CREAKS) - (WHINING)
- (MECHANICAL WHIRRING) - (QUIET BREATHING)
- (FLUTTERS) - (CREAKS, WHINES)
♪ ♪
(QUIET BREATHING)
(FLOORBOARDS CREAKING)
(PANTING, WHINING)
(QUIET BREATHING)
(CLICKING, WHIRRING)
(GROWLING, MECHANICAL CLICKING)
- Ah! (GASPS) - (PHONE CLATTERS)
(SNARLING)
♪ ♪
- (SNARLING) - (GASPING)
(GRUNTING)
(SCREAMS)
(PANTING)
(ZAPPING)
(SNARLING)
(ELECTRICAL ZAPPING)
- (SNARLING) - (BOTH GASPING)
PENANCE: Amalia!
Amalia!
(PANTING)
Amalia!
(GASPS, GRUNTS)
(FIZZLING)
(WHINING)
(WHIRRING)
Amalia?
(PANTING)
♪ ♪
Give ear, O Lord, unto my prayer.
In the day of my trouble, I will call upon You for Thou wilt...
AMALIA: No.
No, not the praying, please.
(RELIEVED SIGH)
(FIRE CRACKLING)
- (HORSE WHINNIES) - (DEEP RUMBLE)
♪ ♪
- (GASPS) - (FRIGHTENED CHATTER)
- See? They're going to stop. - (PANTING)
(GASPING)
I'm losing my fucking mind. (SOBS)
(SOBBING)
I'm breaking up into little pieces. (GASPS)
- (POLICEMAN WHISTLE) - (SNIFFLES)
What if the Galanthi comes out and I just disappear?
- (FIRE CRACKLING) - (POLICE WHISTLE)
Zephyr Alexis Navine, you listen to me.
Right now, we have a name to our enemy.
We have a strange old lady from the future on the other end
of a telephone line. We have an alien under threat.
We have a mission to save the bleeding world,
so I will not hear one more word from you about disappearing
or breaking up or giving up. Do you understand me, soldier?
Get on your fucking feet and get back to work.
(SNIFFLES, SIGHS)
♪ ♪
(QUIET PHONE RINGING)
♪ ♪
(CHAINS RATTLING)
Oh, hello. (LAUGHS)
- (GASPS) - OFFICER: No use struggling.
- (RESTRAINTS CLICKING) - (GRUNTS)
(SIGHS)
- (GATE CREAKS, BANGS) - (LOCK CLICKING)
- Toodle-oo. - (DOOR SHUTS)
♪ ♪
(SIGHS)
(CHAINS RATTLING)
Bess.
No.
What they done...
We can't let it stand.
(DRAMATIC CRESCENDO)
(DOOR CREAKING)
(PANTING)
♪ ♪
(FIRE CRACKLING)
- (WOOD CREAKING) - (BREEZE BLOWING)
(BROKEN PHONE RINGING)
(BROKEN RINGING)
- (BROKEN RINGING) - (GASPS)
(PHONE STATIC)
(SIZZLE)
MALADIE: (ON PHONE) ♪ La la la... ♪
♪ La la la... ♪
(GASPS)
♪ La la la... ♪
- Mother? - MALADIE: ♪ La la la... ♪
♪ La la la... ♪
(GIGGLING)
La!
♪ ♪
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