Penny Dreadful (TV Series)

Verbis Diablo (2015)

Timothy Dalton: Sir Malcolm Murray

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• [Vanessa confides in Sir Malcolm's companionship] 

  Vanessa Ives : Tell me I deserve peace.

  Sir Malcolm Murray : I'm a poor minister for that, Vanessa. That's not been my life. But this I do know. I'll not leave your side. Wherever we walk, we walk together.

  Vanessa Ives : I don't know what I would do without you.

• [Vanessa speaks to Sir Malcolm about seeing the witches come to her] 

  Vanessa Ives : Last night they came to me. They were there, as real as you are. Then... they weren't.

  Sir Malcolm Murray : Vanessa...

  Vanessa Ives : Is this what it is to go mad. Your darkest fears made manifest before your eyes.

  Sir Malcolm Murray : You're not a neurotic, Vanessa.

  Vanessa Ives : Then tell me where am I to find peace! Not even my prayers are safe! Do you know what that's like?

  Sir Malcolm Murray : No. But I understand the fear of twisting things that move at night.

• [Ferdinand Lyle tells the story of the Verbis Diablo to the group] 

  Dr. Victor Frankenstein : So you're the Chappy who's going to translate the mythical language?

  Ferdinand Lyle : Not so mythical as you think, young man. The Verbis Diablo, the Devil's Tongue, has roots as old as Aramaic, and likely much older. It was an oral tradition for the most part, like most now dead languages. We haven't entirely lost it, we've just forgotten it.

  Sir Malcolm Murray : And if I were to tell you it's spoken now? In London?

  Ferdinand Lyle : I should express surprise, but not complete bafflement. Note I said it was an oral tradition for the most part. There is one written example of the language. Relics of a sort. In a long-forgotten box deep in the archives of the British Museum, and I can't imagine anyone has looked at them in years. In the 11th century, a Carthusian monk known to us as Brother Gregory began to lose his mind. He said he was possessed by a demon, perhaps the father of all demons, the fallen angel himself. In any event, this demon spoke to him in the Verbis Diablo. Brother Gregory wrote down what it said on whatever was to hand. Having nothing like science to consult, his brothers finally pronounced Brother Gregory mad, and locked him away. But his lunatic ravings are now in the British Museum. The only existing written example of this seemingly dead language. If we seek to understand the Verbis Diablo, we must start there.

• Vanessa Ives : Is this what it is to go mad. Your darkest fears made manifest before your eyes.

  Sir Malcolm Murray : You're not a neurotic, Vanessa.

  Vanessa Ives : Then tell me where am I to find peace! Not even my prayers are safe! Do you know what that's like?

  Sir Malcolm Murray : No. But I understand the fear of twisting things that move at night.

  Vanessa Ives : Tell me I deserve peace.

  Sir Malcolm Murray : I'm a poor minister for that, Vanessa. That's not been my life. But this I do know. I'll not leave your side. Wherever we walk, we walk together.

• [first lines] 

  Vanessa Ives : [Vanessa knocks on Sir Malcolm's bedroom door late at night]  Sir Malcolm?

  Sir Malcolm Murray : [Sir Malcolm from the other side of the door]  Come in.

  Sir Malcolm Murray : [Vanessa walks in]  What's happened?

• [Sir Malcolm goes out to a gun range with Madame Kali] 

  Madame Kali : [Sir Malcolm misses his shots]  Courage, dear.

  Sir Malcolm Murray : It's pulling to the left, a bit.

  Madame Kali : [Madame Kali laughs]  Always blame the equipment.

  Sir Malcolm Murray : Would you like to try a new gun?

  Madame Kali : Oh, I'll try anything new. Aside from vegetables.

• [Madame Kali continues shooting with Sir Malcolm while discussing his late wife with him] 

  Madame Kali : [Madame Kali holds out a new model of a pistol]  A man's gun. An extension of a man's arm. Like the bow of an elegant battleship.

  Sir Malcolm Murray : Just so you know, about my wife. There is no love between us, not for some time, if I'm honest. But I am bound to her. That is how I must live now, and in the future.

  Madame Kali : I appreciate your honesty, Malcolm. And it's always good to have something to aim at.

  [Madame Kali fires the pistol, hitting a bulls-eye]