Penny Dreadful: City of Angels Season 1DVD - 2020
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Intro (Santa Muerte, the caretaker of the dead and her spiritual sister, the demoness Magda on the future of LA):
There will come a time when the world is ready for me, when nation will battle nation, when race will devour race, when brother will kill brother... until not a soul is left. Are you ready? And on that day, a leader will arise and set all the kingdoms to war and all the races one against the other... a day when the dark powers are coming into alignment and the world is ready to burn. And all it will take... is one final... spark. ... What are they but frightened animals in the mud, scratching for more mud, fully unworthy of your devotion and care?
-How will you do that?
By letting them be who they are. By making all their dreams come true. By whispering to them. All mankind needs to be the monster he truly is is being told he can. Will you try to stop me?
-I have no heart for the living. For anything.
Now open your arms, sister. I'll give you many souls today.
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.
My mother had me on the revival circuit when I was four. 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.
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?
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.
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.
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?
The Pachuco man's skin (tattoo):
What does a Chicano have? His skin. Let me tell you skin, ese. Minute I was born, I was thrown out like garbage. Mother's a stone junkie. Daddy... who the fuck knows? Shit, I did everything to survive this city. I stole. I whored. I ate the white man's trash right outside his restaurants. Then one day I meet this man, Papa Pachuco from Juarez. He gave me this. Now I wear this skin with pride, with style, and I ain't gonna throw it all away on some crazy war with gringos we never gonna win.
-So we do nothing?
How do we beat them? How we gonna do that?
-We make Los Angeles bleed. 90 years ago, you know what this was, where we're standing right now? It was Mexico. It's our city, Rico. We found it. We made it. We built it. We take it back. Before we hit the trenches, let's get this boy fly.
I can't lie on the report.
-Who's saying lie? I'm just saying you temporize.
Go home, detective. We give you days off for a reason.
They'll be just as dead on Monday. I had to learn that.
I had about the worst week of my life, too, and believe me, when a Jew says that, it fucking means something.
And when the Wehrmacht is marching down Sunset Boulevard, you will either be at our side, or under our boots. Now, which is it to be, little monkey?
They were shooting us down like dogs. They would've used fucking tanks if they had them.
-Don't think they don't.
We gotta get our piece of that American dream.
-That isn't for us.
That's exactly for us. You take what you want. You make your way up. You use your brains. You use your nerve. No one's gonna give us anything, Rico, so we make them.
I want the truth. Oh, I see.
-I'm not who you want me to be. Well, I'll tell you, friend. I'm not who anyone wants me to be. I am only who I am, and that woman needs you... needs you to leave her in peace.
We were someone else for a day. Now that's over.
-It doesn't have to be. Listen to yourself. Don't you want more?
"Want" doesn't enter into it. I am Sister Molly. That's who I am. It's all the value I have in life. We are who we are.
Before you start measuring the fucking drapes, find out who he really is. You know, just between us girls. My dear, I will not let you turn me into anything so banal as the rejected wife.
City's wide open. Police are fucked. Mayor's office is on the take. City council only wants to make money. The Nazis are here for the same reason. New York is closed to them 'cause Mayor LaGuardia's half-Jewish, and he's not letting a pack of Germans take over his city, but LA? Oh, it's the promised land.
But what you need to know, Josefina, is a sacred fact that God himself gave this brave, sturdy, and resilient body to only one human being on Earth. He gave it to you. And remember, no man on Earth is strong enough to take God's divine gift away. It would be easier for a man to steal the sunrise.
Tiagpo: Hey, Mama, you know what Lewis would love? For you to introduce him to Santa Muerte.
-(Mom to Lewis): Wait, let me guess. You're not actually Jewish. (showing Lewis her sacred room of worship) Isn't she beautiful?
Lewis: Those teeth... That's one word.
-Her magic is very powerful. You pray to her, and she gives you what you want. The gold Santa Muerte... you pray to her for your raise.
The white for purity of heart, the green for justice, the red for love. Black is for protection from all evil. Every cop needs that last one very much.
Zoot Suit militants in LA:
Because it's time... to purge. Good-bye to the blood of your enemy... to hiding your pride... and your power... Good-bye to your weak and worthless gods. We are the sons and daughters of Tenochtitlan. We sacrificed human hearts to the sun to quench the thirst of the sky, unconquerable for a thousand years. And then another world, in floating mountains from Spain, with thunder in their Gospels and hot slaughter in their cannons, arrived on our shores, and the two worlds of the world met... brown and white, Aztec and European, Hummingbird Wizard and Jesus, Malinche and the Virgin Mary. And they begat the children of the royal sun... whose manifestation is the royal Pachuco, whose coat of arms, whose profane declaration, whose poem to the ancestors, are the holy drapes, the warrior's armor. And soon, you shall have yours... mi querido amor.
Radicalization of a white-nationalist:
My favorite thing in the world used to be paddling out just past the break in Hermosa Pier or Long Beach, turning around to look at the strip of clean white sand under a blue sky. Then the mongrels came.
The Chinks, spics, spades, you name it. More and more of them every year. I used to see the way they were overrunning this place and wonder, "Why does nobody say anything? Why is this allowed?" And then I heard about the Fuehrer, and I read Mein Kampf. Finally, here was someone speaking the plain truth. Felt like such a relief. I knew then that I'd move to Berlin, that I could be happy.
-Were you...happy there?
I was... until I earned my Gestapo commission and they gave me my first assignment: to come back here to this filthy city I thought I'd never have to see again.
When Hansel and Gretel get lost in the woods, they find their way out again. Don't they?
-Only when they kill the witch.
We got a dead cop, Captain. You want to find out what really happened to him or just beat a confession out of the first scared kid we put the bracelets on?
They just built a brand-new gas chamber up at San Quentin. You know that? ...
Read in the paper they painted it seafoam green. Supposed to be soothing.
Can't a mother just do something nice for her girl?
-Depends on the mother. We used to make do with shortening and sorghum syrup out in the circuit. You remember? It tasted just as good.
Ha! Because we were hungry.
And what if I have... feelings for Detective Vega?
-Strong feelings? Stronger than your feelings for God?
God wouldn't ask me to choose.
-God asks a great deal from those that he touches. Think of Jesus.
I'm not Jesus.
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