The Nevers – S01E02 – Exposure [Transcript]

With the city reeling from Maladie's opera debut, Mundi takes a personal stake in tracking her down. Amalia launches an investigation of her own and the charitable Lavinia Bidlow seeks to destigmatize the Touched at a society event.
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The Nevers - S01E02 - Exposure

Beth Cassini (Domenique Fragale) accidentally exposes her Touched powers by causing objects in her job to levitate by touching them. This forces her to flee, abandoning her previous life after seeing a pamphlet for St. Romaulda’s Orphanage. On her way to the orphanage, she’s kidnapped.

Mundi (Ben Chaplin) raids the Orphanage, convinced that Maladie (Amy Manson) is hidden there, but fails to find anything. She then exchanges a conversation with Amalia (Laura Donnelly) where he expresses discomfort at knowing that Mary (Eleanor Tomlinson) is a Touched. Lavinia (Olivia Williams) arrives and uses her influence to force them out of the orphanage. With the public having a negative perception of the Touched after the events of the Opera, Lavinia enlists Penance (Ann Skelly) and the Touched to attend a charitable fete at her estate to change the public’s perception.

Lord Massen (Pip Torrens) discusses with council members about the events at the Opera and how this will impact their political interests. Massen then talks with Hugo (James Norton) and finds out he plans to integrate more Touched for his club, where memberships have increased since the events at the Opera. Massen gets angry when Hugo makes a disparaging remark about his own father, a person he admired. Amalia has a vision where she and Maladie fight after having a meeting with Desirée (Ella Smith), a Touched with the power to compel people to express their secrets. She takes Desirée to the police station to see Mundi, where Desireé uses her power to make him reveal that he and Mary were once engaged but left him at the altar. The power reveals that he cares more about finding Mary than catching Maladie. Mary is revealed to be held up at an old factory where some of Maladie’s followers taunt her abilities.

At the charitable fete, Penance talks with Auggie (Tom Riley) and the two enjoy some time together. Lavinia warns him to leave her, as the people would believe she used her powers on him. He stops talking to her, prompting Penance to leave the estate. Realizing Maladie’s location, Amalia heads to the old factory, where she finds Penance and Mary with a noose around their necks on the edge of a platform. Amalia fights Maladie, from which they call each other “Sarah” and “Molly”, revealing they had a past together where Amalia left her. She then forces her to pick either Mary or Penance to save but Amalia instead shoots herself. As Maladie is distracted, Amalia shoots her. Maladie and her followers flee the area as Mundi and more officials arrive at the scene. Amalia is taken to Horatio (Zackary Momoh), who uses his powers to heal her wound.

Beth is brought to Dr. Hague (Denis O’Hare), who is about to make a surgery on her before he is interrupted by his assistant, who tells him that their boss has arrived. Hague meets with his boss, Lavinia, and shows her his progress: his team has found a giant blue-colored orb that may explain some of their questions.

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♪ (AUSTERE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

[LORD MASSEN] It came three years ago.

[SPEAKER 1] There are hundreds of unique, inexplicable afflictions.

You’re declaring the Touched a direct threat against the empire.

[SPEAKER 2] Mrs. True runs the orphanage.

Plenty of girls have been shown a strangeness.

[PENANCE ADAIR] We’ve come to help.

TUNNEL FOREMAN: Detective Mundy, you’re gonna wanna see this.

What, me?

With your pagan sex club.

With a certain investor, The Ferryman’s Club will become a phenomenon.

♪ (MUSIC ENDS ABRUPTLY) ♪

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

(GRUNTS)

(MECHANISM CLICKS)

♪ (DRUMBEATS) ♪

Who’s hunting the Touched, and why?

♪ (MUSIC SWELLS) ♪

How are we gonna deal with those fellas?

We’re going to the opera.

(BLADE SWISHING)

(AUDIENCE SCREAMING, GASPING)

(GUNFIRE)

♪ (EERIE VOICE SINGING) ♪

(GASPS)

(DISTANT SCREAMING)

Just let me have the girl.

(ECHOING) Just let me have the girl…

♪ (MUSIC ABRUPTLY ENDS) ♪

PENANCE: We find Mary. We get her singin’.

♪ (SOFT PIANO MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

All of the Touched, they’ll all come to us.

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪

Rosa: The Touched are everywhere.

The whole city’s talking about it.

The newspapers make money by frightening people.

There cannot be so many of them.

But how are we knowing?

They look normal.

And anyhow, I wouldn’t hate to be Touched.

Oh, don’t, don’t…

No, not like the Maladie,

but with a nice, um, a “turn”?

Make silk from cotton.

Or to make Danny Kent fall in love to you.

(giggles softly)

You promised not to say anything.

And it’s fall in love “with” me.

Fall for, fall in love with, make love to…

I think love confuses the English.

(speaking Italian)

(chuckles)

Mr. Oldenham: Oh.

Your gloves, Miss Cassini.

They are clean.

Oh.

But no longer white.

Oh, yes. And rather threadbare.

Jones & Jackson only provide the first pair, you know.

I am saving up.

Yes.

A few nights off the beef and pudding, help your appearance altogether.

Although there is a little café on the Dalton Lane, if you…

This is too gay. I’d like to look at something more autumnal.

The city is in mourning, you know.

Since the massacre?

Of course. Of course.

Miss Cassini.

The feathers.

(gasps softly)

Oh!

Customer: Oh, my God. She’s Touched!

(soft indistinct chatter)

Customer: She’s one of them.

Woman 1: That girl’s Touched.

Woman 2: That one!

Mr. Oldenham: Stay there, Miss Cassini.

Miss Cassini! Stay right there.

Stop her! (Grunts) Ooh!

Stop her!

What’s going on?

(man grunts)

(whimsical music playing)

(yelling, screaming)

(panting)

(exhales)

(panting)

(theme music playing)

Right, let’s go, boys!

(whistle blowing)

Officer: Stand back! Get out of the way!

(cops shouting)

(screams)

(grunts)

Cop: Out of the way!

Get out of the way. Get up.

(indistinct shouting)

Cop: Everyone out!

(distant shouting)

Cop: Check the workshop!

(banging, clattering)

(grunting)

(pounding)

Did you wipe your feet?

(speaks foreign languages)

Frank: Everyone just stay calm.

These men have been horrid.

Whoa.

Lucy: Oh, Primrose!

Orphan: What’s happening?

They were looking at my underthings.

Amalia: And what do they expect to find there?

You Amalia True?

Why are your men looking through a young lady’s personals?

It’s common practice among criminals to hide things where a decent person wouldn’t look.

You’re not among criminals, Mister…

Inspector Mundi. Scotland Yard.

I have a warrant to search the premises, and I’ll need the workshop outside unlocked.

Frankie Mundi.

You’re the one likes knocking suspects about.

Even though they’s as innocent as Christmas.

What do they do to set you off?

They call me “Frankie.”

We occupy three adjoining properties.

This applies only to The Orphanage. Not to the workshop.

Shall we speak apart?

Do you need me?

We’re all right.

You’re with the Special Detail hunting Maladie.

Since you’re here, I can assume you’re no closer to finding her.

Frank: She disappeared from under the opera house, as did you.

Amalia: I tried to stop her. I failed.

I didn’t much feel like talking about it.

Frank: Or retrieving your gown.

It got caught on something.

Like Cinderella’s shoe.

Please tell me you’ve been trying it on every girl in the kingdom to see who it fits.

Do you often engage in public violence, Mrs. True?

Would you give over violence?

She put her life at risk to save dozens of others.

She handed you one of Maladie’s gang.

The great big rifleman.

And followed Maladie out, without surprise.

Or natural feminine restraint.

We have this from a reliable witness.

Would that be the man with his cock out?

Probably.

Is Lord Swann implying I’m in the gang?

With Bonfire Annie nearly settin’ her hair ablaze?

I prefer to talk to Mrs. True alone.

So would I.

Do you know…

Mary Brighton?

Then how come you tried to save her?

I suspected no one else would.

Is Mary like you?

Violent?

Touched.

You don’t want her to be.

Inspector, she is Touched, but I can assure you, she is nothing like me. She’s wonderful.

How are you not wonderful?

What’s her “turn”?

I thought you were after Maladie.

We all want Miss Brighton safe.

Work with us…

Our men will find Maladie.

In Primrose’s drawers?

What is Mary’s “turn”?

(speaks foreign languages)

Ladies, do not speak another word.

This loathsome charade is over.

Miss Bidlow. I’m here on a warrant, signed by Judge Ditton…

The commissioner of police was shocked to hear that Judge Ditton had overstepped so egregiously.

He seemed confident, however, that neither you nor your men would bear the brunt of the blame.

Mrs. True.

Inspector.

Arigato.

How did you know the police…

I had rather expected it.

I was surprised it took them all of two days.

Did they really think we had Maladie sleepin’ in a sock drawer?

Three of the Touched declared war on society.

Right now, every one of us… Of you… is suspect.

Lucy Best can break things by touching them.

Primrose Chattoway…

Primrose is a child, and meek as a kitten.

When a kitten reaches 10 feet, you call it a tiger.

I shouldn’t have to explain this to you.

So who set the police on us?

Inspector Mundi clearly has a personal interest in Mary Brighton.

He couldn’t have authorized it himself.

The superintendent was pressured from above.

But he wouldn’t tell me by whom.

What about Lord Massen?

I didn’t realize when we met what a… name he was.

“A voice of conservative Parliament.”

Anti-union, anti-Suffragism, anti-Belgian…

Gilbert Massen and I agree on almost nothing.

It is the bedrock of our friendship.

But he’s never mentioned my work here.

Although, after Maladie’s debut…

Any luck tracking her down?

I have people looking.

I’d prefer to be one of them.

Lavinia: Well, I’m here on a different mission.

Not for you, but for Miss Adair.

There is, in my circle, a monthly charitable fete.

There are philanthropists, lecturers…

The best families attend.

Men of influence, with wives of actual influence.

This afternoon, it’s to be at my estate.

I thought everyone was in a panic.

It’s society.

Doing nothing is how we panic.

And it presents a good opportunity to put a pleasing face on London’s new bogeyman.

A few attractive girls showing off their “turns,” and their good manners, to society’s elite.

It may seem trite to you, but public opinion is a brush fire.

And we must come to them to stop them barging in on us.

Amalia: She’s right.

Besides, it’s a party.

Bring a few of your charges to my estate, no later than 2:00.

I assume your estate is quite large, then?

I suppose.

Good. ‘Cause I’ll be bringing the tiger.

General Pecking wants to make it a military matter.

Have the infantry patrolling the city.

I’m exhausted by the ways that would go wrong.

(scoffs) At least the public would…

This is not about saving face.

Maladie has done us a favor.

She turned sentiment against the Touched, but keeps attention on herself.

And the rest of the group are firmly with you now.

No one doubts we’re under attack.

Lord Broughton: The House is going to nominate a special committee on the Touched, which after careful vetting, will be us.

Prime Minister’s going to move the motion himself.

Good for him.

How many nephews did we have to hire?

(chuckles) Two.

I’ll keep a statement on the shooting vague and wrothful.

No mention of Amalia True.

Lord Broughton: Of course not.

Broome: Mrs. True made more of an impression on you than Maladie did.

Lord Broughton: Do you think she’s at the root of our feminine plague?

Or in league with whoever is?

I don’t know.

But she’s not a fool.

And she’s not a fucking baker.

(liquid pouring)

Swann.

Lord Massen.

You’re up early.

I can leave my coffin by day, if the smog’s thick enough.

You haven’t read it?

The Irishman, Bram Stoker.

It’s a clever epistolary fantasia, all about…

I heard an ugly rumor the other day.

Well, all rumors are ugly, Massen.

No one whispers about virtue.

You’re turning your Ferryman’s Club into an actual business.

Oh, this is awkward. Uh…

I’m afraid there’s already a waiting list.

But if you like…

And you have, among your entertainers, a few of the afflicted.

They’re all in excellent health.

But thank you for the concern.

I realize that the unsavory antics at your loathsome soirées may have given you leverage over several in our circle, but you cannot think to operate in a public arena.

Especially with the Touched.

Well, there’s no law against them.

(sighs)

There’s been a massacre, Swann.

Society will not abide your pandering, if it thinks that…

Requests for membership to the Ferryman’s have doubled since the opera.

Horror and fascination go arm in arm.

(exhales) You should have read the Stoker.

If your father were to learn that you…

My father approved of the whole venture.

(liquid pouring)

And then he put a jam roll in his pocket, and went looking for his childhood dog.

(glass rattling)

(breathing heavily)

(exhales)

I should warn you… I play a lot of squash.

Alastair Swann had one of the finest minds in England.

To make light of its tragic dissolution is beneath even you.

Oh, I remember his fine mind.

And his fine fists.

I may not be the fighter my brother was, but I’ve had my lessons.

The Ferryman’s opens tonight.

And as for the Touched, well, they have a right to earn a living.

I doubt even you can change that.

I used to think your father’s mind went to field because your brother Caleb drowned.

(scoffs)

More likely, it’s because you didn’t.

Well, I assure you, you’re about to.

(footsteps departing)

(exhales)

(laughter, indistinct chatter)

Amalia: Harriet.

Aye. Her “turn’s” charming.

Myrtle. Primrose never goes out.

Shy about her stature.

Myrtle calms her.

All right.

Wendy?

Bendy Wendy.

That’s a rotten thing to…

No, it, it’s, it’s fair. And it rhymes.

I suppose her contorting’s a bit…

Alarming?

Intimate for mixed company.

Amalia: Lucy.

I’m not ruling out another attack, especially with Myrtle in the mix.

I’m sure Lavinia has security, but Lucy’s ours.

Do you ever wonder why Miss Bidlow started The Orphanage that she’s never comfortable in?

I’m not sure she’s comfortable anywhere.

She didn’t pick this cause out of a hat.

She knows what it’s like to be dismissed.

Couple of new things, in case you find Maladie before we’re back from Lavinia’s party.

Think someone already invented these.

Mmm.

(inhales sharply)

(blinder pops)

(sighs) I’m hoping they’ll work against Maladie’s awful eye glow. Can’t say, but…

Amalia: Until we understand her “turn,” it can’t hurt.

Besides, these are wonderful.

Now this is for Bonfire Annie.

She gets all fired up, she gets this.

(machine charging)

(vibrating)

(pops)

Oh!

Evildoers beware.

It’s, it’s only a prototype.

(power whirring)

(murmurs, yells)

(Penance whimpering)

(powering down)

Rosa: Elisabetta!

(gasps)

(both speaking Italian)

(distant horn honks)

(running footsteps)

(exhales)

She’s in here!

(cops yelling, chattering)

Rosa: In the back!

She’s getting away!

Cop: Come on!

(crates thudding)

(yelling, commotion)

(engine roaring)

(light music playing)

(birds chirping)

(majestic music playing)

Between demonstrations, you are free to move about.

Mingle, but don’t put yourselves forward.

Miss Chattoway, I think you will be best served to stay by the stairs, so as not to

overwhelm.

Of course, all your “turns” will be used to minimal effect.

The mission is to amuse. Not alarm.

I know we’ll make a good impression.

I have every faith.

You’ll also be wearing these.

So people can comfortably identify you.

Excuse me.

Oh.

This doesn’t go with my dress at all.

(horse neighing)

(indistinct chatter)

Right.

There we go.

Right. Let me look at you.

(knocking)

(panting) Morning.

Is this where the strange women go?

Désirée: And we’ll need a room of our own.

I’m sorry, Miss…

Désirée.

Désirée Blodgett.

I usually just go by the first name, if you’re wondering where you’ve heard of me.

I haven’t.

Désirée, Diva of Desire.

No? Well, I’m a whore.

A bit renowned. I’ve cultivated an impressive clientèle.

Especially given that I’m not exactly Mitzi Dalti, am I?

(sighs) Men.

They like talking to me.

It’s part of the job, sure, listening, but last few years, I get more and more clients.

Men of stature. Real flash.

And while we fuck… Oh… Nigel!

Hat!

Anyway, while we fuck, they all gotta talk.

You know? Things they done, or want, or mean to do, and they ain’t exactly priests. Well, a couple.

But they feel so relieved gettin’ it all out.

Except now, they’re not so relieved.

Me hearing everything from everyone.

And yesternight, I find out that one of me regulars…

The sweetest little man… Is planning on having me killed.

How do you know?

He told me.

During.

Crying so hard I thought he was gonna propose.

They do sometimes.

And you have information on these men?

Oh, fuck, no. I can’t remember a word.

I just need a place for me and Nige till the heat’s come off.

Who sent you?

It’s just, you’re here at a delicate time, and I’m curious who said to come.

Uh, my friend. Well, he’s a client.

I mean, we all talk about this place.

Which client, exactly?

I’d rather not say.

And I don’t remember?

Do they think I’m an idiot?

(laughs) They?

We’ve just been raided, and you come here to get away from “the heat.”

It doesn’t really make sense, does it?

Though these days, what does? I am an idiot.

I’m trying to find someone the Beggar King can’t trace by looking at fucking street plans.

I’m not from here.

And everyone wants to see. The cops, Bidlow’s bridge cronies. Now you.

So friendly. On the run.

The kid’s a bit much, but I like the commitment.

And Maladie’s got no idea what Mary’s “turn” can do.

Mary is the voice of the Galan…

Oh.

Huh.

It’s not just men.

No.

I’m sorry, you was very worked up, and that’s when my “turn” works on people.

When they’re upset.

Put on your coat.

Oh, just a couple of nights. Please.

I forget everything, personal guarantee, and Nigel don’t speak ever.

I’m begging you…

Put on your coat.

(indistinct chatter)

(typewriters clacking)

Why are you leaning on us?

She was fucking Touched. She was attacking us.

She made me lonely.

With her mind.

Cop: Wasn’t her mind you was grabbin’ at, was it?

(indistinct chatter)

(typewriter keys clacking)

Man: It’s just not good enough, is it?

Mundi. Two lovely ladies to see you.

I’m off to drink lunch. Come in.

Mrs. True.

I hope this means you have something useful to say.

That depends.

(gasps)

Do you feel like talking?

I feel like talking about you spendin’ a week in a cell.

Amalia: Who’s in the picture with Mary?

So, so you’re the detective now?

Yeah. All right. It’s me.

It’s over. It’s half a year since I seen her.

The lads thought Maladie might have taken Mary ’cause of me, but…

It wasn’t you.

But you still feel responsible for Mary.

Still have that picture.

Did she call it off?

(laughs softly)

What, you, you, you think I’d tell you that?

Just trot out me personal affairs, yeah?

What, give me a whack ’round the face, and I’ll paint you a picture of me last summer, standing at the altar with a flower in me button hole, and no fucking bride.

Mmm? Engaged for more than a year.

But she waits, she waits till me whole family’s…

Oh, no, no, no. Don’t you judge her, though. (Tutting)

Don’t you judge her. Mary is a kind, caring woman.

She’s just…

Oh, Christ, I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t marry me, either.

Yeah, she… Mary knew.

She knew the job would take the toll, but there’s worse things.

Yeah, there’s things you…

Stop.

Please. Stop.

(gun cocks)

(exhales)

Don’t make me take that away from you.

Fuck did she just do to me?

I’m going to find Maladie.

I’ve seen it happening.

What I don’t know is if I find her before or after Mary’s dead.

I needed to be sure you care more about saving Mary than catching Maladie.

‘Cause I’ll bet you that bullet your orders say different.

You Touched…

You’re worse than the fucking toffs.

(gun clicks)

The order is to eliminate Maladie at any cost.

No matter who gets hurt. You win a bullet.

Mary dies (sniffles)

(gun clicks) you win six.

A song.

That’s Mary’s “turn.”

A song only the Touched can hear.

What’s it about?

Hope.

(train rumbling)

I want to hear it.

(chains rattling)

You sang for Maladie. Now sing for me.

If you sing, and I hear it, it means I’m finally Touched.

It means I’m worthy.

I can’t.

And you’re not.

Oh, Miss High and Mighty.

I’m working for my “turn.”

Sacrifice.

You know?

I sacrificed my little toe.

(retching)

But that wasn’t enough.

(coughing)

But every inch is an inch closer to being…

Clara and Colonel: Gifted by God.

Mmm. Chattering magpies, while I do all the work.

Well, as it happens, we did have some turkey left over.

None for me, Colonel?

(Clara and Colonel chuckling evilly)

(shrieks)

Bonfire Annie: Hey!

Aah!

Maladie said not to play with this one.

She never said that.

You’re not a believer, anyway.

You’re just hired… Bonfire Annie.

As it happens, Clara, we’re late for church.

Clara: You’re lucky we’re late for church.

Are we late for church?

Yes.

Psst. Annie.

We missed you.

We’ve got the name.

Mrs. Amalia True. And the address.

What good’s an address?

In terms of arson, it’s fairly crucial.

Yeah, but I’m not looking for her. I’m looking for her.

The entire of her. The fuckin’ soul, eh?

Get me something I could shake at her.

A dolly. A pretty dolly.

All of London looking for us, and you want me to…

Well, wear a fuckin’ bonnet!

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

Don’t be cross, eh?

We’ll do a proper job after this, yeah?

Yeah?

I don’t mind crazy, boss.

I can’t work with stupid.

(sighs)

(huffs)

Oh…

Now then… why’d you sing?

I’m…

I’m not sure.

T’other night.

Pretty ditty, eh?

(grunts)

Why?

I was afraid more people would get hurt.

It comes when I’m afraid. When I’m sad.

The song. It…

It… it helps.

I knew that you would hear it, and maybe…

It might be a reassurance.

A sense that you needn’t act only from pain.

No. I just meant have you always wanted to be in the theater?

(camera bulb pops)

(indistinct chatter)

(lively violin music playing)

(partygoers exclaiming)

(applause and laughter)

Primrose: We had such a lovely time there.

Of course, my father is much called away by his work.

They’re in Zurich for the season.

Your mother has found a very cunning tailor, dear.

Vernal lace. Hard to find by the yard.

Oh, it’s not yards.

Do we smile, or

(horrified gasp) perhaps?

Don’t be an ass, Carl.

(pops)

(indistinct chatter)

Miss Adair.

Mr. Bidlow.

Miss Adair. Oh, no. I, I just, I said that. Um…

(chuckles)

(exhales) It’s good of you to come.

Excuse me. Uh, Augustus Bidlow, Lucy Best.

Augie. Very kind to meet you.

It’s a thrill, ain’t it? (sniffs, clears throat)

(exhales) It’s… it’s a lovely broach.

Elephant.

Penance made it for me.

‘Memorate my mum.

She ran with the Forty Elephants back in the day.

The gang?

Oh. How enterprising…

Did you have something you…

Uh, uh… There… There are some paintings that I thought…

From when I said how I like paintings.

Paintings. Yes, yes.

Uh, next room. Yes, yes.

Toff.

Oh, excuse me, sir. Do you know Vickers Square?

Why don’t you try Italy?

So… Should I be wearing one of those ribbons?

Should we?

Hmm.

Did you know? Before the opera?

Uh, not…

I mean, I’ve had moments, where…

You see, I’ve always been keen on birds, you know.

Like, um, particularly corvids.

That’s crows and magpies and jays.

Do you know, they are often overlooked, ’cause people think they’re plain. Or, um…

Sorry.

I dreamt I was a crow.

A few times.

My, my, my wings out, just soaring over the countryside.

And then it happened when I wasn’t asleep.

In, um… church.

Oh, dear.

It was a very dull sermon.

I get so mad when they’re dull.

You’ve got all the scripture and you can’t spin a tale.

Exactly.

(both chuckle)

Yes. But I…

I didn’t nod off. I just… I was in the pew, and then suddenly I was also in the sky.

Just racing over hills and forests, and…

And I was controlling it.

Left and right.

Have you ever… Sorry.

Is that how it works? I don’t…

Well, there’s no two people who have the same “turn.” It

(indistinct chatter outside) Right.

But, um…

It’s a feminine trait, isn’t it?

Oh, there’s men that have it.

So where does it lead?

What if I’m soaring about every Sunday to come?

What if it happens, and I can’t come back?

(snickers)

I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

Um, I didn’t, um… I just thought if you’re up there, then pity the poor magpie that would be stuck listening to that sermon.

Oh!

(both laugh)

Oh, no. No.

(laughing)

Dear. So cruel. Poor bird.

(laughs)

I am a monster.

You know you’re not, though.

I don’t…

I mean, a person doesn’t…

How does it feel?

To fly?

It feels like flying.

(indistinct chatter)

(panting)

Hey. You there. Girl.

You one of them?

Now you brush right off, young man.

Come on in.

Aw, you’ve had a time of it, haven’t you?

We’ll get you some tea.

Thank you.

(growling)

(screams)

(heavy slam)

Mary: Well, I sang pretty much anywhere. Um…

But some of the pubs were pretty grim.

But this bloke said that he’d put me on the stage, and, for once, that’s what he meant.

Yeah, but it’s not workin’ out.

What?

You’re a little fuckin’ old to be stuffed back in the chorus.

Brayin’ in time with nine girls nine years your junior.

Eh? All… all this…

And never the brio to make yourself heard.

What hobbled you?

Were you harvested early, eh?

(grunts)

Uncle or pastor got you still green?

Hey. There is many a lass that never finds her voice then…

What is it you’re after?

Thorns!

All I see is a crown.

God made me see.

He made me remember the day He came.

Me alone.

How He sent His angels in their white smocks to unhouse my flesh.

Teach me glorious pain.

And I thought I’d been chosen ’cause I was special.

My agony’s made me special, but you…

You’re nothing.

You’re pleasant, and He fills your throat.

Lets you make my pain little.

Don’t you sing it!

(groans) I can’t. I can’t. I… I can’t feel it.

God, He mocks me with that song.

He mocks me, and He sends a demon after me.

Demon?

The woman who sheds her skin.

Oh, she’s coming.

She wants His song.

But you don’t. So why don’t…

You could make her pay a ransom.

Look, my, my family, we have a little put by, and you, you would, you would come out of it with a profit…

Then everyone gets what they want?

(punches)

(yells)

(groaning)

Maladie: You fuckin’ child.

I don’t want what I want.

Go out in the world and show me this magical symmetry.

It’s broken. It’s designed to be broken.

Gears crushing gears. He means for this to hurt.

I don’t know where my song comes from.

But God doesn’t want us to hurt.

They say you shit when you hang.

Frank: So, these ripplings.

They let you see the future, but you can’t control when they come, or what you see, or why.

(door closes)

Every day’s an adventure.

Can you change it? Can, can you see the beach, then go to the woods?

No.

So all you know is you’re punching Maladie.

Do you feel anything?

(liquid pouring)

Rage, or victory maybe, or failure?

Mostly I feel calm.

I know where I am in a fight.

It’s one of the few times I do.

I know what you mean.

I don’t get the part where you know what you mean.

I’ve had more experience with violence than I would have liked.

Your late husband?

It doesn’t…

It’s, it’s not pertinent, unless it gives you an understanding of Maladie we don’t have.

Well, it’s clear she was abused.

By a doctor, or doctors.

And probably as a child, as well.

The confusion of pain with pleasure the fierce religiosity.

Religious?

Uh, this is beyond blasphemy.

She, she’s mocking God.

Amalia: No. She loves Him.

Fears Him.

Every powerful figure who ever made her afraid, made her helpless…

They’re her understanding of God.

She’d do anything to please Him.

How does Mary fit in?

I don’t think she does.

Mary makes you feel love. Feel loved.

Which is terrifying.

For someone who…

Someone like her.

Maladie felt a power greater than pain.

Do you think Mary might cure her?

Is it ever that simple?

Penance: You see, people think the electricity is in the wire.

But it’s everywhere. The air’s thick with it, and it, it moves. It circles.

And not just in the circuit, but all across the air.

It’s like a murmuration.

Um, a great horde of birds.

They’re all moving as one, and then suddenly

(makes whooshing sound) Oh, I’ve seen that!

Oh, I could watch for hours, how they wheel about.

Harriet: Penance?

Miss Adair, some of the gentlemen have begun wagering on…

On whether Lucy can break the statue of Aphrodite in the garden.

Oh, no, no. Uh, please, I need to…

No, of course. Go. Go, go, go.

Go. (Chuckles)

(laughs softly)

Oh. Uh… you’re in here.

You were missed at the party.

Oh, well, that would be a first.

People saw you walking away with Miss Adair.

It was commented upon.

But they’re our guests.

Lavinia: No, they’re not our guests.

They are my charity.

I brought them here to help them.

To prove that the Touched are not a threat.

Yet you seem determined to prove that they are.

Miss Adair is every inch a lady.

She’d never overstep.

Is it every inch then?

(scoffs)

You cannot complete a sentence without exposing yourself.

If the guests suspect that Miss Adair has social ambitions, or is using a “turn” to bewitch a weak-minded bachelor, the reports of this event could be disastrous for us, and possibly dangerous for her!

(exhales) You always assume the worst of everybody.

They seldom disappoint.

I am at fault.

You’ve been acting oddly since the opera, and I failed to notice why.

Well… all the murders…

There is a path that cannot be trodden.

A private indiscretion is one thing, but you are not clever enough to keep a mistress.

And we cannot have a girl who is Touched, and Irish, bear the Bidlow name.

If you regard Miss Adair, you must think more of her reputation, and less of her every inch.

(pops)

(popping)

Lucy: I’d never go about breaking the Bidlow’s precious things, even for 50 quid.

You’d have to put it up to a hundred.

Oh, I don’t think that’s, um…

Oh, um…

There was never a danger.

Just your friends having a joke.

Yes.

I, I did… I did think of another, um, example of how your blackbirds…

Miss Adair, I think we’re all done.

Sorry?

Your girls.

Everybody’s seen all your tricks, and… I think they’d like to spend some time without the entertainment.

Oh. Oh.

I enjoyed our conversation, but, um… I’m neglecting my real friends, so… excuse me.

(footsteps departing)

Um…

Do you mind if we go?

Prim’s getting tired.

Yeah, I guess. Let’s… yeah.

Why don’t you scupper off?

Eh? We can get a ride home with Prim.

Go on.

(speaks foreign languages)

(continues speaking foreign languages)

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!

That was German. Something with, with horses.

Sí, sí, ja.

(tires screeching)

(engine straining)

(cawing)

(guests laughing)

(crow cawing)

(door closes)

Are these the murder scenes where the doctors were killed?

No. Where the gang holed up.

They move about at random.

Never the same place twice.

Warehouses. Church cellars.

Claridge’s.

They kept the honeymoon suite for three weeks.

The Colonel’s “turn” is to make you believe anything he says.

Kept telling the manager he was the Prince of Wales.

(scoffs)

I might become an acolyte if that’s how

(blows landing)

(Maladie laughing evilly)

(panting)

Something happen?

Not yet.

Is there a ladies’ washroom nearby?

Three confessions in a row?

It’s called police work…

Oh!

Inspector Mundi will come looking for me in about 10 minutes.

Give him this. Tell him to keep his men quiet.

See you at home.

(footsteps departing)

(indistinct chatter)

(barrel thuds)

(exhales)

(sighs)

(horn blowing)

(horse neighs)

Hague: (clears throat) ♪ Oh ♪

♪ Do you have a doll for sale ♪

♪ With hair so blond and skin so pale ♪

♪ I’ve got the ring, I’ve got the veil ♪

♪ I only need my doll ♪

You are a very special person.

You know why? (Laughs)

Neither do I. (Giggles)

I keep looking for that spark.

The Touch.

But darn it…

(speaking Italian)

(speaking Italian)

Maybe your darkness is part of her plan.

I mean His. But she’s in on it.

We’re silly. This will be unbearable.

(machine whining)

(whimpering)

Assistant: Dr. Hague. You’re wanted at the site.

(powers down)

Another change?

Assistant: No.

The boss is coming to see us.

Hague: Yeah, but I’m…

I’ve given you facts that I have.

How soon?

(thuds open)

(machine clanking)

(exotic music playing)

(indistinct chatter)

(people laughing)

(machinery rumbling)

(distant laughter)

(flames roaring)

Bonfire Annie: Wrong way, dear.

(exotic music playing)

Woman (whispers echoing): Find… Find me…

Find me inside me.

(whispers echoing): Can it be all… Can it be all…

(indistinct chatter)

(Maladie laughing)

(running footsteps)

(flames roaring)

You could have just put up signs.

Hugo: Augustus Cyril Aspinal Bidlow.

(laughs)

Augustus was an emperor.

He conquered Egypt.

And he was never described as a weak-minded bachelor.

I’ve had a spot of brandy.

A spot? You’ve had the whole Dalmatian.

This is the finest party I’ve been to all day.

(laughs)

Well, what sort of sport do we think would suit you, chum? Hmm?

I…

Greta over there can make both of her…

Oh, look. Look. She’s doing it now.

Oh

(people laughing, clapping) She’s… Touched.

By greatness, I’d say.

I thought… I, I thought you didn’t know anything about the Touched.

Oh, no. No. The, the day, the day of the opera…

Was a revelation. Thank God you made me come.

The Touched are the future.

Particularly, your future.

What do you… Well, I’m certainly…

Massen thinks the Touched are a plague.

I think they’re a goldmine. One that I have dug out.

All I need is a small, uh, investment. Ha.

How much?

Well, to get started, shall we say, uh, nothing?

Augie, I don’t need money.

It’s your name I find fetching.

Bidlow on the contracts…

It lends a legitimacy. Keeps the legal woes at bay.

More importantly, we can be partners.

We are forever second sons, you and I.

Worse, my older brother is dead, and yours is a woman.

It’s time we made our mark.

The Touched are the future.

(moaning)

And these two lovely girls are the present.

Augie: Oh, no, Hugo. No, I can’t.

Sorry. So sorry. I don’t mean to… Oh…

(giggling)

Oh, no! You found me.

You did put up a sign.

Where’s Mary?

First you have to shed.

Shed?

Maladie: Ugh!

I have to do everything myself.

(electricity charging)

(explodes)

(Maladie yells, grunts)

(punching)

(grunting)

(punching)

(yelling)

Aah!

(crashes)

(steam hissing)

(thwacks)

(punching, grunting)

(gears grinding)

(panting)

There’s a German philosopher… (pants)

Very well-respected…

(pants)

Said a say about all the things

(thwacks)

(groans)

That don’t kill you…

Would you like to beat me some more?

All your pain. Your rage.

At some point, it’s what you are.

And pain despises hope. I know.

But Mary’s song isn’t just hope.

We can gather people like us, and make sure your angels can’t hurt anyone else.

But I don’t care about anyone else.

No, wait. You

don’t care about anyone else.

I care about Mary.

Oh, is she your new best friend?

Is she your new best friend?

I don’t know how to do this.

This riddle-me shit. It’s beneath you.

Well, uh…

(panting) No, it isn’t.

(lights clicking)

(dramatic music playing)

She can drop, and you can shed.

You’re the woman who sheds her skin.

You mean my dress.

I mean, your friends.

I mean, well, you know, “A friend’s the one you trust to trust you back.”

Molly.

Sarah.

Sarah, I didn’t…

Oh, God, I didn’t know what happened to you.

I thought…

What happened? You fed me to them.

I woke up every morning in their teeth that chewed me.

Cut me. Raped me into tiny bits and then put me back and then ground me up and then put me back.

And then two whole years of screaming while you dined on beef and ground it up and never cared and never looked.

You said you were my friend!

I’m sorry. I didn’t have a choice.

(sobs) Because you had a mission.

Yeah. Well, God gave me a mission, too.

So now you do have a choice.

If Mary is your new best friend, you must be done with that one.

(whimpering)

Annie and the boys fetched her.

She heard you’re supposed to be inseparable.

But we know you.

See how they’s connected?

One drops, the other goes, too. Like friends.

Shoot one, you get to keep the other.

(chuckles) Shoot me, well, obviously…

(imitates choking)

(giggles)

I do have a mission.

I didn’t ask for it. I’m not cut out for it.

But it matters.

(crying)

(crying)

And it requires sacrifice.

(gunshot)

(thuds)

(whimpering)

Maladie (screams): No! No!

No. Not this. This is a cheat!

No. I can’t hurt you if you leave me.

The mission, Sarah.

Needs them.

Come on…

Not me.

Maladie: No…

And not you.

(gunshot)

(thuds)

(panting)

(distant whistles blowing)

Close in. Now.

(clamoring)

(punches)

(grunts)

Maladie: Time to go.

Mrs. True.

[Cop] Back off!

[Frank] Mrs. True, can you hear me?

Dr. Cousens! Dr. Horatio Cousens.

45 Beckett Lane, now! Now!

(energy humming)

Mary?

Horatio: She’s fine.

Okay.

Good job. Thank you both.

You nearly died, you great idiot!

You nearly died.

But not by my own hand!

There’s not a place in Heaven for them who scorn the gift of life.

I knew Horatio would have time to sew me back up.

I missed the vital organs, silly.

No, you didn’t!

No, you didn’t.

Oh. I thought…

Either you don’t know anatomy, or you don’t know how to aim.

Well, it was a bad gun.

You rest up now.

You, too.

All right, girls.

You can bother Mrs. True in a couple of days.

Days.

I know. I promise.

(breathes deeply, exhales)

There’s something about Maladie that I…

No. There’s loads I’ll need explained, but let’s just be alive for awhile.

Frank: You sure about staying here?

Maladie’s still about.

Well, they seem to be the people best prepared to handle her.

Yeah, but…

Don’t you think it’s all a bit…

They’re odd.

I’m odd.

It’s odd, what I do.

I’ve been ignoring it, Frank.

Ignored a lot of things.

Which you know that I do.

Being Touched…

Is that why you didn’t go through with the wed…

Please, Frank.

I’m so tired.

Of course.

Can I call on ya?

I mean, I have to.

Official questions, you know, and…

Unless you’d prefer someone else…

No, no, no. No.

You can call.

I’m sorry for your terrible day.

You know, I always thought that I’d be the one saying that to you.

(door closes)

(exhales)

(shovels clanging)

Not a word about why it had to be tonight?

Assistant: I’m sorry, doctor.

I can discern emotion when I see a face.

But telephones…

Angry people get louder, but also quieter.

Ah, you are an incomplete machine.

All people are. That’s how it works.

(makes whooshing sound) Aah!

No, what matter the time, this has to be seen.

A little miracle.

Three days ago…

(distant clanging)

Wait, go, go, go.

(metal bangs)

(clattering)

Hague: Aah.

I was just saying, a few days ago, dark as the day we found it, and now…

Ain’t we got fun?

You are an American, and confounded by the mother tongue.

This is not fun.

This is war.

(shovels digging)

(growling)

(lively violins playing)

AMALIA TRUE: Everyone keeps secrets.

Every Touched keeps a great deal more.

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

I want you to join us at the Orphanage.

Is that the mission you were going on about?

Mary brings in all the Touched, then we overthrow the monarchy?

Nothing that grand, or that small.

So, what is Mrs. True up to now?

She has a purpose.

And now she has Mary.

MARY BRIGHTON: I’ve asked the girls what this case is, they all have different answers.

(GRUNTING)

You want me to sing so then more people will come here?

Maybe I’m struggling because I don’t know if they should.

♪ (SLOW, DRAMATIC OUTRO PLAYS) ♪

♪ (DARK ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

The gala is a charitable event which is intended to demonstrate to polite society how presentable and well-mannered the Touched can be.

(CERAMIC SHATTERS)

(APPLAUSE)

It’s this kind of charity which is now considered politically incorrect.

ANNA DEVLIN: Initially, the gala is to kind of try and integrate the Touched into the London social life.

ANN SKELLY: There’s not a lot understood about the Touched, so I think there’s a lot of fear and ignorance towards people who are Touched.

The gala is to try and give a feeling back to society that, whatever they may have seen, or whatever the papers may be saying, actually, these people are okay.

Of course, all your turns will be used to minimal effect.

The mission is to amuse.

You’ll also be wearing these, so people can comfortably identify you.

KIRAN SONIA SAWAR: As Touched people, some of our powers aren’t visible.

(GLASSY TINKLING)

(AUDIENCE GASPING)

Harriet’s definitely not happy about having to wear the ribbons.

It’s actually quite dark.

OLIVIA WILLIAMS: All the women just want to be normal, and want to be at a party and wear a pretty dress and be considered normal parts of society, and society insists on compartmentalizing them and separating them.

SKELLY: I don’t think they think too much of it.

It’s just another way of othering us.

DEVLIN: They turn from people into amusements.

They’re there to be funny now, and not to be scary.

You can wonder at them.

Do we smile? Or… (GASPS) Perhaps?

Don’t be an ass, Carl.

There’s a lot of green-screen in the making of Primrose.

There’s also a platform that I have to stand on quite a lot of the time that actually brings me up to Primrose height, but we also have a Primrose doll, which is my exact proportions but Primrose size.

It’s strange enough just to see myself, like, in a picture, but then to see a model of myself, but double, is quite scary.

JOHNNY HAN: So, to achieve the Primrose effect, we’ve got a whole bag of different tricks.

When she’s getting photographed at the party, we actually use two cameras simultaneously, where we had one camera as a master camera showing she’s standing against a staircase, and there’re these spectators who are taking a photo with her.

And then, we have another camera on Primrose, who is still standing there in front of them, but she’s at her normal height.

But the second camera is half the distance closer to her and half the height. So, we have her on green screen, and then, with our video mixing team, in real time, they’re compositing it so that the director and the DOP and all of us can watch on monitors, seeing Primrose in real time, looking like a giant from camera one’s point of view.

I gotta hand it to Anna.

She’s amazing, dealing with visual effects and the process that we put her through.

CREWMEMBER: And roll camera!

CREWMEMBER 2: Rolling!

GEMMA JACKSON: The Bidlow Estate is a pretty fabulous place in its own right.

What was really nice about using West Wickham, which is where that one was, was that the lovely staircase, it was perfect for Primrose and having the photographs taken and everything.

It was just spot-on.

The interiors of this place are sort of legendary in architectural history.

And then, the sets were beautiful.

The flowers, the food. I mean, the heartbreaking thing is, you know, if you actually try to eat any of this stuff, you’d be poisoned, but it looked beautiful.

The house lent itself to some beautiful autumnal colors of flowers, which we spiraled around the marble columns and had climbing up the stairway.

JACKSON: We just went to town, Tina and myself.

It just begs to be dressed, really.

CHRISTINE BLUNDELL: All of the people that went to the gala basically had people at home that would help curl their hair, but the girls from the orphanage were styled pretty much how they are on an everyday look.

You know, they kind of all help each other out with their hair and things. We worked that out early on.

MICHELE CLAPTON: We had a lot of costumes made for the Bidlow House, ’cause I wanted the palette to be so precise.

The class system was rife then in Victorian times.

The best way to illustrate it in some ways is palette.

We wanted pale and beautiful, not too sugary, but sort of lovely pale pistachios and peach, and just this lightness and this beauty.

Then, into that, we bring the Touched, who look a bit drab by comparison except for Penance, who we wanted to make look rather pretty, but actually rather dated, so her silhouette, it’s not really of the time.

It’s something that was obviously handed down to her, but she still look gorgeous.

Did you have something you…

Uh, uh… yeah.

There are some paintings I thought that you would be…

From when I said how I like paintings.

Paintings. Yes.

TOM RILEY: Augie’s most excited to see Penance at the gala because not only was he very taken with her at the opera, but in locking eyes with her at the very moment that he realized he was Touched, she, too, witnessed who he truly was.

And she is very willing and open and prepared to hear his thoughts and listen, in a way that other people won’t listen to him.

I am a monster.

You know you’re not, though.

SKELLY: It is Penance’s job a lot of the time to help people understand, what’s happened to them is okay, and it’s actually… Can be a good thing.

But the one thing that really surprises her is that they have a mutual passion in different ways, like, their turns come from a passion they have. Like, she loves inventing things, and he loves, you know, birds, and they really bond over that.

So, I think Penance gets to step out of the role of therapist, and they actually share more than just, like, a little spark.

Like a murmuration.

Um… a great horde of birds they’re all moving as one, and then suddenly,

Oh, I’ve seen that. Oh, I could watch for hours.

RILEY: They’re both able to nerd out and not feel judged at all by the other one, and that’s something that Augie’s never had before.

And I think he feels seen for the first time by her.

You were missed at the party.

That would be a first.

Lavinia’s imperfect to her core, and not only has she got very politically incorrect ideas about difference and disability, she’s also a snob, and doesn’t want her brother getting romantically involved with someone from a different class, never mind someone who is Touched.

You always assume the worst of everybody.

They seldom disappoint.

Lavinia’s motivations, as always, are very complicated, and it’s meant to be complicated.

We want you to wonder, is she trying to hurt the Touched, or is she trying to help them?

How much does she know about what’s going on?

At the end of this episode, we learn that she knows some stuff we didn’t think she knew.

We want you to be asking all those questions about Lavinia.

This is war.

♪ (MUSIC SWELLS, CONCLUDES) ♪

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