All language subtitles for Poltergeist.The.Legacy.S02E19.Someone.To.Watch.Over.Me.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-GPRS_track3_[eng]

[thunder cracking]

[rain pattering]

[man] Derek!

Derek!

[muffled screaming]

[distorted] It's coming,
Derek!

[phone ringing]

-Hello?
-[Spencer] Derek?

You must help...

You must watch out...

For her.

Who is this?

-[static crackling]
-...in danger.

I should never have...

-[moaning]
-Croft?

Is that you?

-Croft?
-[static continues]

Spencer?

Answer me.
Where are you?

-[dial tone]
-[phone beeps]

Is everything all right?

-Shh.
-[line ringing]

[woman] Hello?

Yeah, this is Derek Rayne.
Is that you, Serena?

Derek, I was gonna
call you in the morning.

Well, Spencer just did,
but we were cut off,

and I couldn't tell
where he was calling from.

So, is he there
or do you know where...

That can't be.

It's impossible.

Why, what's wrong,
Serena?

Spencer...
Spencer died.

What?

Yesterday.

[opening theme music playing]

[Nick] Spencer Croft.

Where do I know
that name from?

Well, he was Derek's roommate
back at Oxford.

But guess who the proctor was
just across the hall.

-Prince Charles?
-Well, close.

William Sloan.

-You're kidding.
-[laughs]

Wow, that must have been
a hell of a study group.

I bet.

[Nick] Good morning,
Derek.

-Did you sleep at all
last night?
-No. Not much.

I checked
with the phone company

and they don't have
a record of any call

coming in last night.

So, what about
our own data bank?

House phone logs?

All incoming
and outgoing calls

are still registered,
aren't they?

Well, nothing tripped
the phone registry

between 8:00
and your call

to Croft's house
just after midnight.

Well, there must be
some mistake.

What are we overlooking?

Maybe you just
had a bad dream.

You know?
Maybe the storm woke you up,

you were feeling
kinda groggy.

I know what I heard.

And Spencer Croft is dead.

[William]Yes, I spoke
to Serena a few hours ago.

She's still pretty upset.

Did she tell you
anything more

about the circumstances
of Croft's death?

No more, I'm sure,
than she told you.

He was found fully-clothed
in the reflecting pond

in the garden
behind the house.

Cause of death was listed
as drowning.

Drowning.

In a reflecting pond?

How big could it be?
I don't understand it.

Nor do I...

Any more than I understand

that midnight phone call
you got.

But we'll look into it
ourselves.

After the memorial service
on Thursday.

Are you going
to be there?

Well, of course I am,
Derek.

Whatever came between us
over the years,

that's irrelevant now,
don't you think?

I'll see you in Montreal.

[beeps]

[Rachel] Derek.

Hey, I hope
I'm not intruding.

I just...

I heard about your friend.
I'm so sorry.

What a terrible call to get.
What a shock, huh?

When was the last time
you saw him?

Eight, nine years ago.

Really?
That's a long time.

Too long.

We were on a dig together
in the Middle East.

Croft had met Serena
at university

and insisted
she come along.

We made
some important discoveries.

Do you know the expression,
"publish or perish?"

Of course, yes.

Well, Croft wanted to make
a name for himself.

So what, he went ahead
and published

and left your name
off of it?

Right. We disagreed,
parted company.

Next thing I knew,
he and Serena were married.

And after that,
we would occasionally talk,

but things were
never the same.

So why would I,
following his death,

pick up the phone
in the middle of the night

and suddenly hear his voice?

[mutters]

And you're sure
it was him?

At the time
I thought so.

But there seems to be
some question about that.

[Serena] I want you all
to know that...

In all the years that Spencer
and I were together,

the one thing
that he never questioned,

and he was a man

who questioned
just about everything,

was his decision
to teach here,
in Montreal.

To give back something
of great value

to a great university.

Thank you all
for sharing your memories.

We will all miss him
very much.

[sobbing]

Thank you for coming.

Roger.

Oh, William.

Derek. Thank you so much
for coming all this way.

I know Spencer
would have been grateful.

It was the least
we could do.

I'm so sorry, Serena.

Yes, well, we all let
too much time pass.

We all made mistakes.

I know Spencer
thought so, too.

[man] Mrs. Croft.

I'm sorry to interrupt.
I just wanted to let you know

that I have the keys
to your husband's office.

And anytime you wish
to collect his things,

please call me.

Yes, thank you.
I'll take care of it.

I'm James Donlon,

Associate Professor
of Classics.

How do you do?

Old friends
of Spencer's.

William Sloan
and Derek Rayne.

It's a pleasure.

Once more, Mrs. Croft,

my condolences
on the death of your husband.

[sighs]

But let me say
how happy I am to see

that you're getting around
so well.

Are you, Mr. Donlon?

Of course.

I'm only sorry
that Spencer

didn't live to see it
for himself.

It was a real pleasure.

Please, drop by
the department

and I'll buy you
a cup of coffee.

Serena.

What an absolutely
obnoxious man.

When he wasn't jockeying
for promotion,

he was snooping
through Spencer's affairs,

trying to figure out
what he was working on,

what he was researching.

[sighs]

I hope I never have
to see him again.

Why don't you let me deal
with Spencer's office?

-Would you?
-Absolutely.

I have a little business
to take care of,

a kind of re-organization,
but afterwards...

So, you'll be staying
at the Legacy House,
here in Montreal?

Spencer and I kept
very few secrets
from each other.

I know he believes strongly
in your work.

In fact,
sometimes I think

he regretted not having
joined with you.

I'll see you again
before I leave.

Yes. Thank you again.

So, Derek...

Um...

If you'd like to stay here,
there's plenty of room.

Yes, I'd like that.

In fact, if you don't mind,
I would like to take a look

at whatever it was

that Spencer was working on
just before, uh...

Yes.
I understand completely.

[light switch clicks
repeatedly]

[sighs] There.

The light fixtures
never worked properly.
Watch your step.

I think, secretly,
Spencer liked it that way.

It kept people
from coming up here.

[exhales]

This was his inner sanctum.

Strange.

It feels so empty...

Without him here.

And this...

This is where he was
always the happiest.

Working on
whatever ancient puzzle

had yet to be solved.

So, this is where
he was working that night.

Yes.

On this?

He'd become so secretive,
even his writing

was in some ancient language
that only he could understand.

I was never exactly sure
what it was he was working on.

[chuckles]

You recognize it?

Yes.

I'm not surprised
you don't.

What is it?

Unless I'm mistaken,

and it's been 20 years
since I've seen it,

it's a secret code Spencer,

Sloan and I devised
back at school.

A secret code?

Well, what on Earth
would you have done that for?

Oh.

The vanity of youth.
[laughs]

We were so sure
that we would make a mark

that we decided to create
a private language

just to...

Safeguard our discoveries.

So, you can translate it?

Well, it's been
a long time.

And I'm sure
he didn't bother
to leave the key.

-The key?
-To the code.

We all had one.

No, I...

I don't think I ever saw him
using anything like that.

Well, he probably
memorized it.

Unless he's written it down

and stashed it somewhere
in here in all this...

Jumble.

It doesn't look
very different

from his old room
in Oxford, does it?

[chuckles and sighs]

Do you remember the night

that he lost his dissertation
and...

[laughs]

He turned the whole room
upside down looking for it,

and you found it
in the refrigerator?

-Next to the pickles.
-Yes.

[both laugh]

-Oh.
-Once he admitted

that he hadn't seen it
since lunch,

the rest was simple.
[chuckles]

It's a pity we couldn't all
have had this reunion

while Spencer
was still alive.

I know he wanted
to see more of you...

And William.

He was just so proud,
you know?

We all were.

[Spencer, in distorted voice]
Derek!

[tapping at window]

Derek!

[distorted]
Such a terrible force
is coming now!

-Croft.
-Help me!

Help...

Croft! Don't go!

[screaming]

[dog barks distantly]

Croft.

Are you here?

They should be
in the black steamer trunk.

Leather-bound journals

with "Balliol College,
Oxford" stamped in front.

You sure you want me

going through
your old college stuff?

You never know
what I'm gonna find.

I'll take the chance.

Well, if I get lucky
and find them,

I'll air express them
to you right away.

Yeah, be lucky, Nick.
Thanks.

Sure.

[beeps]

Last summer,
Spencer went back
to Greece without me.

It was the first time
I was too ill

to make the trip.

Too ill?
What did you have?

Well, nothing, really.

I mean, at the time,

the doctors thought
it was serious,

but obviously,
they were wrong.

So, this is where
Spencer died, isn't it?

Yes.

He had it built.

It was the first thing he did
when he got back.

He brought the plans
with him.

The cornerstones are made
of lodestone. Interesting.

Lodestone?

A form of iron oxide
used in ancient Greece

for its magnetic properties.

Oh.

This pool is only
a few feet deep.

Yes, I know.

[breathing heavily]

-[exclaims]
-[growling]

Serena!

Serena.

I don't know
what happened. I...

I must have fallen.

-Are you all right?
-Yes, I'll be fine.

Just...

Just give me a minute.

[Serena groans softly]

[bell tolling]

-Good morning,
may I help you?
-I hope so.

I'm William Sloan, a colleague
of Professor Croft's.

Yes, Mrs. Croft
called earlier.

She said you might
be stopping by.

Let me show you right in.

-Thank you.
-Mmm-hmm.

Mr. Sloan,

I was, um, just packing up
some of Spencer's...

-It's good
to see you again.
-Thank you.

Have a seat.

What an interesting desk.

Isn't it?

I remember this desk
from England.

Derek and I got it
for Spencer

so he could keep
his important papers
in one place.

Well, then it'll go to Serena
along with the rest.

I'm a...

Laptop man myself.

Well, like Croft,
I prefer books.

Computers...
Do you mind? May I?

Please.

The Tibetan Book
of the Dead.

Egyptian Funeral Rites.

Elisabeth Kubler-Ross.

Near-Death Testimonials.

Bit unusual
for a Classics scholar.

In the past couple of years,

Spencer had developed
a bit of a fixation
on the subject.

Questions of death
and the afterlife.

I didn't realize

Croft was interested
in necrology.

More than interested,
Mr. Sloan.

Obsessed.

I wonder if the obsession

started around the time
of his wife's illness.

Former illness.

Amyotrophic
lateral sclerosis.

ALS?

I thought
that was irreversible.

Apparently not.

Although it is strange.

One day
she's at death's door,

the next, it's her husband
who's gone.

What exactly
are you suggesting?

Nothing.

Seems a bit much
for coincidence.

[knock on door]

Excuse me,
Professor Donlon,

but you've got
Professor Croft's

graduate seminar
in five minutes.

-You're right.
Thank you, Monica.
-Okay.

I'm sorry.

Perhaps we can do this
some other time.

I have to prepare
for this lecture.

If I may be blunt,

there's something
I don't understand.

Why are you so interested
in Mrs. Croft's health?

No reason.
Her recovery was...

Curious, that's all.

Still, it's none of
your business, is it?

Derek,
this just came for you.

Ah.

Is it the key
to Spencer's code?

Yes, this is it.

I've had it sent up
from San Francisco.

All I have to do now
is apply it.

So, does that mean

you'll be able to translate
Spencer's journal?

Well,
with a little hard work.

-Spencer never
made things easy.
-[chuckles]

He's using fragments
of an ancient language

we discovered
in Alexandria.

The rest he created himself.

Oh. Sounds just like him.

Always looking
for some ingenious way of...

-[Spencer, distorted] Serena.
-Doing things.

Are you all right?

You look pale.

I think I'm tired.

I thought I saw someone
over there.

Oh, I'm probably just hungry.

I don't think I've had
much to eat since
all of this happened.

-Well, let me
get you something.
-No, no.

It's all right.
I'll get it myself.

[William] Brings it all back,
doesn't it?

Papers.

The books.

Croft's fine sense of chaos.

Hmm, the only thing missing
is Croft.

I keep asking myself,
"Why all this secrecy?"

So far, it just sounds
like a record

of his last research trip
to Greece.

He must have had a reason.

If it's written in code,

there must be something
he wanted only us to know.

Did you get a chance
to check out the, uh,
university?

I stopped by Croft's office
this afternoon.

Donlon's already checking out
his desk for size.

Same one we gave him,
remember?

[chuckles] The one with
the hidden compartment?

[laughs]

Did you get a chance
to examine it?

Donlon never gave me
a chance.

How's Serena?

Well, she's having
a difficult time.

First, her health.
Now, her husband.

Speaking
of Serena's health,

Donlon says
she was suffering

from amyotrophic
lateral sclerosis.

That's ridiculous.
[scoffs]

If it were true,
she would be dead.

That's what I said.

But Donlon seemed certain.

Have you seen her?

Despite what's happened,
she seems almost...

Radiant.

Yes, she does.

Better be careful,
she is a beautiful woman.

And she's still vulnerable.

It could be awkward

if you were
to become involved.

She's Spencer's wife.

Spencer's widow.

Spencer's widow, yes.

We're just friends,
nothing more.

Good.

[thunder rumbling]

[gasping]

[breathing heavily]

Spencer.

Don't be afraid.
I've got you.

But how?
What's happening?

-Just believe in me.
-I do.

[chanting in foreign language]

-[creature roars]
-[Serena screams]

[grunts]

[whimpering]

No.

No! Spencer!

[sobbing]

[screams]

Serena!

[screams]

[Serena panting]

It's all right.
It's all right.

Good morning.

Um...

-Monica, right?
-Yes.

Yes. Yes, it is.

Oh, you're Professor Donlon's
friend.

I'm afraid he's not here
right now. He's, uh...

Teaching Professor Croft's
graduate seminar.

-That's right.
-Well, I'm actually here,

uh, just to pick up
some of Spencer's papers

and things for Serena.

Oh, of course.

Professor Donlon's
already boxed up most
of it this morning.

-Oh, that's wonderful.
-So, if you'd like me
to show you...

No, no. Thank you. I think
I can find what I need.

[chuckles] Thanks very much.

[clicking]

I was thinking,

the books are way
too heavy to carry.

Would you like me
to call down

and see
if a student can help you?

Oh, no, thanks.
Don't bother.

I can handle it.

Certainly.

This dream you had,

you sure you don't wanna
tell me about it?

It was just a bad dream,
Derek.

That's all that it was.

Yes. But I don't think
you've slept since I got here.

I mean, how much longer
can you go on like this?

What choice do I have?

Well, I need to know
what happened the night
Spencer drowned, Serena.

How can I tell you
what I don't know?

Spencer had become
so secretive.

[sighs] I mean,
look at his journal.

It was written in code.

You weren't here
when he drowned, right?

I already told you.

I was ill.

I was in bed.

I'd had
a terrible nightmare.

But that's all that it was.
It was a nightmare.

Was it the same nightmare
you had last night?

What difference does it make?
It wasn't real.

I didn't die.
I didn't drown.

Spencer did.

I'm here.

I'm alive.

And your illness,
what exactly did you have?

Nothing.

I already told you,
I was misdiagnosed.

The doctors were wrong.

Look, I don't wanna
talk about this anymore.

I understand.
I'm sorry if I upset you.

It's all right.

I'll be in my room.

We got the drawing
you faxed.

[William]
What do you make of it?

Well, the first thing
to jump out
were the measurements.

-Why?
-It was recorded in units

that date back
to ancient Greece.

Definitely before
the time of Christ.

What about the notations
around the borders?

Also ancient Greek.

A Macedonian dialect

that originated
just north of Thrace.

Can you translate them?

Well, it'll take
some time.

But if I'm not
completely crazy,

it seems to refer
to some sort

of secret passageway
or supernatural gate.

Alex, you're not crazy.

[chuckles]

That might make perfect sense
before we're done.

Let's keep going.

All right.

[keyboard clacking]

[bell tolling]

-Hi, Monica.
-Oh!

-Any messages?
-You just missed your friend.

My friend?

Yeah. The one who came by

to pick up some
of Professor Croft's things.

Sloan.

Mmm-hmm.

What'd he take?

Not much.
A drawing, I think.

A drawing?

What kind of a drawing?

Some sort of triangle.

Why?

Was it important?

No. No.

Thank you.

I don't care what
the coroner's report says.

It wasn't accidental.

So, you think
that Croft was murdered?

Let's just say
there are a number
of inconsistencies.

Right. Like his spirit
coming to Derek.

What was it he said?
"Watch out for Serena."

Interesting choice
of words.

"Watch out"
could mean "protect,"

or, then again,
it could mean "beware of."

[Rachel] Well,
for Derek's sake,

let's hope
it means "protect."

Speaking of Derek,

how come you're calling us
instead of him?

Division of labor, Mr. Boyle.
Pure and simple.

- Rachel.
-Mmm-hmm.

Tell me what you know
of a disease

called amyotrophic
lateral sclerosis.

Well, it's, uh,
progressive,

degenerative.
It results in paralysis--

Assumingit's been
correctly diagnosed,

can it be reversed?

No. Unfortunately,
it's fatal. Why?

Okay.
Two big questions.

Could the diseaseand all
its attendant symptoms

be psycho-genetically
produced?

Could these symptoms
in fact disappear

after an immensely
traumatic experience?

Well, I can't really say
either way.

I mean, not without
seeing the patient,

going over the case histories,
the charts--

Theoretically,
could it happen?

Theoretically,
anything can happen.

[knock on door]

Still awake?

Yes.

I haven't been able
to sleep much since...

Spencer died.

Well, why don't you let me
switch off

-some of these lights here--
-No.

I know it sounds silly,
but...

I think
I've developed somewhat
of a fear of the dark.

[sighs]

Well, give it time.
It will pass.

I keep thinking
about the pond.

And how hard
Spencer worked to build it.

In his journal
he made it very clear.

He was building it
for you.

Yes, I know.
It frightens me.

As much as ALS?

Did Donlon tell you
I had ALS?

Did you?

You don't recover
from ALS.

I know.

I think that says

just about everything then,
doesn't it?

Would you mind
shutting the door
on your way out?

I think I'd rather be alone
just now.

I understand.

Good night.

[door closes]

[crickets chirping]

[water bubbling]

[Donlon] I knew it.

I knew he was working
on something.

[water bubbling]

[gasps] Help!

[roaring]

[water splashing]

[Nick] So, it was built
by Alexander the Great.

-[William] That would make it
4th century B.C.
-That's right.

The reflecting pool
that Croft built

is an exact copy

of the one unearthed
in Macedonia.

It shouldn't really be
a surprise considering
he was the one

who discovered it
a couple of years back.

Any idea why Alexander
had the original pool built?

Well, according
to Aristotle,

Alexander made a deal
with what he called

the Lord of the Underworld,

to conquer the world
in exchange for his soul.

Only he didn't want to live up
to his part of the deal.

So, he built it as a way
to escape death.

Wonder what stopped him.

Well, supposedly,
the Lord of the Underworld

posted a sentry there
so that he couldn't return.

Great work, you two.

I'll be in touch.

[computer beeps]

Was that just me
or was that a compliment?

[clicks tongue]

I'm not sure.

I just saw Serena outside.

Has she had any sleep lately?

Insomnia.
Ever since Croft died.

She hasn't eaten anything
either.

Sounds as
if she has one foot

in this world
and one in the next.

Precisely.

So, I'm almost finished
translating this,

and according to Croft,
he knew she was dying.

ALS, just as you mentioned.

Incurable. He tried everything
to save her.

Even building a portal
to the underworld.

You mean the pool?

The one Croft drowned in.

It's an exact copy.

The original was built
by Alexander the Great

as a kind of back door
out of the underworld

on the outside chance

that death didn't agree
with him.

So, you think he built it
to save her?

He loved her.

Maybe too much.

[Serena screaming]

Derek.

[screaming]

[whimpers]

[sobbing]

[sniffs]

[indistinct chattering
on police radio]

She's lying down.

I told the police
what I think

they'll understand of this,
which isn't much.

Well, two bodies in ten days,
both drowned.

That pond was drained.
I saw it myself.

Whoever or whatever did this,

they still have
some unfinished business here.

[engine starts]

[Spencer, distorted] Serena.

He's coming.

[growling]

[growls]

[Derek] That's it.

What have you got?

Listen to this.

"Having forged a pathway

between this world
and the next

from Alexander's own plans,

all I can do is wait.

Serena is very close now.

And as soon as she dies,

I must try
to bring her back."

That was Spencer,
always looking for an angle.

Trying to beat death
at its own game.

To save the woman he loved.
Noble cause?

How about a lost one?

He knew Alexander had failed.
It was a fool's errand.

Well, he still had to try.

"If this journal
is being read,

then I'm already dead.

Therefore,
I have one last request.

Destroy the pool."

[sobbing]

[Spencer, distorted] Serena!

[whimpers]

"Built exactly
to Alexander's specifications,

the three sides
are extremely unstable.

The lodestone
corner pieces

insulate them and keep them
from touching.

Remove any one
of these corners,

and the resulting reaction

will seal
the opening forever."

So, that was Alexander's plan.

Escape from the underworld.

Seal off his pursuers,
and rule the world.

Yeah.

But now, in order
to save Serena,

Croft wants us
to do the same.

So, what do you say?
You with me?

Who are you?

[growls]

What do you want?

[roars]

[gasps] Please,
I want to live.

Serena!

Serena, stop!

No!

-[screams]
-[roars]

Derek!

[screams]

Derek!

[sobbing]

Derek, get out of there!

[roaring]

[screams]

[straining]

[whimpering]

-[roars]
-[grunts]

Get out. Do it!

[screams]

Derek!

[roaring]

[groans]

[Serena] Derek.

[creature screeches]

[electricity crackling]

[rumbling]

[booming]

It's over now.

Really over.

Spencer's dead.

And you're alive.

He did what he did

because you were all
that really mattered to him.

Try to get some sleep.

Derek...

Could you turn out
the light?

Yeah.

-Good night.
-'Night.

Is she asleep?

She will be.

I'm leaving for London
in the morning.

I know you don't
wanna hear this,

but I'm gonna say it anyway.

You did a great thing
out there tonight.

It took all three of us,
William.

And with you and Spencer
on my side,

I knew I couldn't lose.

Feels like old times,
doesn't it?

[Derek] When we lose a friend,
we lose more than that.

We lose a part
of ourselves,

a part of our own past.

But sometimes,
we also find something new.

A deeper appreciation
of the friends that remain,

and of the bonds
that only time can forge.

I record this entry
in the secret code

I once devised with two
of my most trusted friends...

Spencer Croft

and William Sloan.

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