All language subtitles for Poltergeist The Legacy s04e10 Wishful Thinking

That was right.

How much?

Not for sale.

This is part of my private collection.

I'll pay in U .S. dollars.

In that case, it's practically
priceless. I wouldn't know how to fix a

it. Whatever.

Just about right.

Maybe you'll bring it back to me when
you are done, eh?

Trust me.

This bottle is never leaving my sight.

We shall see.

Ginger Nell, do you know how long I've
been searching for you?

Is it true?

You have the power to make men happy
beyond their wildest dreams.

I

was

hoping you'd come to America with me.

Get your green card.

My name's Milo, by the way.

Please don't stop now, Milo.

I'm almost free.

I did?

I did good?

Just like that.

Release me now, and I'll grant you three
wishes, whatever you want.

How? How do I release you?

You keep rubbing me the right way.

Wish away.

What's your pleasure?

Fame?

Wealth beyond imagining.

Donuts.

American donuts.

Fried. Glazed. Chocolate covered. With
sprinkles.

Can't get them anywhere in Paris.

I'm so sick of croissants.

Donuts. That's all you want.

I'm easy.

Uh, I wish I had some donuts.

Your first wish is fulfilled, Master.

Whoa!

Hey,

I'm impressed.

That's what the doctor ordered.

So it's I had a cup of coffee.

Uh, this?

It doesn't count against my three, does
it?

Wish carefully. You have but one left.

If the master would be so kind that none
of my pathmasters have ever been, he

might release me from the bottle forever
with his third wish.

Release you?

Um... Well, um... Let me give this some
thought.

Um...

See, the way I figure it, if I use my
final wish

to set you free, you get your wish, but
I don't get mine. I

get zilch and some stale donut.

But if you wish carefully, Milo, we both
might have what we desire.

Look, before I use my last wish,

a confession to make.

Janelle, from the instant I learned
about you,

I knew in my heart that you were the
woman for me.

And to be perfectly honest, I'm in love
with you.

Close your eyes.

And I'm yours.

Tell me when you're ready.

Almost.

Keep concentrating.

Hold the vision in your mind.

It's important that you know exactly
what you want.

Believe me, I do.

That's good, because so do I.

Since the beginning of time, mankind has
existed between the world of light and

the world of darkness. This journal
chronicles the work of our secret

known as the Legacy, created to protect
the innocent from those creatures that

inhabit the shadows and the night.

Derek Ring?

Derek, it's me, Milo.

Milo Jeffords?

My crazy friend?

How the hell are you? Are you still in
one piece? Well, actually, I'm in one

piece, but I'm missing another very
valuable one at that.

Derek, I need your help.

Oh, Milo, I'm hanging up. I'm just on my
way to Paris to attend a human rights

conference, and I'm hanging up right
now.

I'm in deep trouble.

What a refreshing change of pace for
you. Deep trouble as opposed to all the

other times when you called me was just
a temporary bind or a little scrape.

I found her.

Derek, I finally found her. The woman
I've been searching for all these years.

Wonderful news.

Send me your wedding invitation.

Well, there's my plane. I've got to run.

I'm talking about the gin.

Milo, please don't tell me. I let her
out.

I asked you not to tell me that.

Megan, how's the conference going?

We're all very busy here. You know,
burning the midnight oil.

I'm just finishing up a byline, getting
ready to send it to my editor.

When are you coming in?

I just arrived, but something has come
up.

Again?

You know...

canceling, are you?

No, no, no. I may be delayed a little
bit, that's all.

I have to see an old friend first.

He's gone and gotten himself into a
temporary bind and he needs my help.

Don't explain.

Keep the champagne cold.

I'll be there just as soon as I can,
okay?

Okay. Bye.

You were supposed to bring me luck.

That's what the gypsy said.

Come out of there, then. Come on!

I am Janelle, bound to do your bidding
thrice.

What do you wish?

Three wishes, you say?

Only three.

I... I wish to be the greatest pianist
in the world.

As you wish.

I prefer...

I can't believe it. You've done it.

Chanel.

You remember.

I'm touched.

I haven't forgotten either.

How you treated me like a slave.

How you denied me when I asked for my
freedom.

You wanted to be the greatest pianist
ever.

And I granted you your wish.

Then you asked for wealth and fame, and
I gave you those as well.

Janelle, I'm sorry about before.

I was foolish and temperamental, and I
was young.

I've changed. I've grown.

I accept your apology.

I bear you no ill will.

I wanted to tell you that I...

Finally found my freedom.

And I'm going away.

But before I left, I wanted to see you.

I have something for you.

A gift.

I... I don't need another wish. I'm
quite fine the way I am.

Would you pass up the opportunity to
become the greatest composer ever?

To be truly one with your instrument?

As you wish.

I fulfill.

Goodbye, Peter.

But I... I don't feel anything.

You will.

Break a leg, maestro.

Did she give you any indication of where
she might be going?

Not a clue.

Well, judging by the way she tweeted
you, I'd say she's not in a very

mood.

What is this, a new diet?

Where did you find donuts like these in
Paris?

I don't know.

It was my first wish.

It was a test wish.

You wished for donuts?

I'm afraid I sort of squandered my
second wish, too.

Oh, don't tell me.

Coffee. She tricked me. Got to be very
careful what you say around her.

Excuse me, but speaking as one of the
many people to whom you owe money, may I

suggest you should have wished for some?

Should have.

Could have.

I'm not in this for the money, Derek.
I'm in it for love. I have searched the

whole world over for years looking for
her.

That was going to be my final wish.

She'd fall in love with me.

You know what?

Maybe you should get out more often.

Well, I don't see you doing so well in
the romance department.

Oh, it just so happens that I was on my
way here to meet a beautiful woman I've

recently become involved with.

Help me find Janelle. Maybe we can
double date like we used to in college.

Forget about the fairytale romance and
the happily ever after.

We have to find this gin and put her
back.

So, you lost it already.

I didn't lose it. It was stolen from me.
Sorry, no refund.

Probably a mistake to sell it to you
anyway.

We know about the gin.

She escaped.

Well, she did. She left and I only got
two of my three wishes.

I'm guessing you didn't wish for good
looks and brains.

Look who's talking.

Steal any interesting children lately?

Could we please stick to the subject?

I think this slave is trying to break
the chains which bind her.

This is bad.

Very bad.

Very, very... Okay, it's bad.

It goes against a thousand and one years
of tradition.

Her escape is an act of rebellion,
but... But?

It may be all in vain, because only the
master can truly free the slave, right?

He must wish it for her in one of his
three wishes, otherwise she goes back

the bottle after the third wish.

You know the lore well.

Maybe Janelle went to look up a previous
master.

I don't know exactly. How many people
could she possibly know living in a

bottle? She probably has the smallest
social circle of anyone I know.

Except for me.

Who owned the bottle before him?

The last owner was a struggling young
musician.

He bought the bottle, he struggles no
more.

Peter Essinger.

The world -famous pianist?

Wasn't always a virtuoso. In fact,
before he came in here, he stunk.

Thank you. We must be going now.

Three wishes by Janelle made Essinger
the man he is today.

Talented, rich, and world -famous.

All I got was junk food.

Whose fault was that?

I'm just not a material person. I'm very
spiritually evolved, especially since

prison.

Essinger is in the hospital.

Maybe it's a coincidence.

Let's check out the concert hall.

I'd like to look into it while I'm here.

Maybe get an Essinger -exclusive
interview when he feels up to it.

Because I don't think it was an
accident.

World famous maestro crippled by his own
piano.

You don't think there's an interview in
that?

It's her calling card.

She was here, all right.

Looks as if she's out for revenge.

Dagrain? It's Megan.

I'm really sorry about this. You have to
trust me when I say it's important.

As a matter of fact, something's come up
for me, too. And, um, I might be a

little delayed myself.

Hold a sec.

My name is Megan Torrance.

I'm a reporter doing a story on Peter
Essinger.

Do you know anything about what happened
to him?

I read about it in the paper.

Oh.

You don't work here, do you?

No. I'm just visiting.

Megan, are you still there?

I've got to go. I'll call you back.

Okay.

You're not just visiting.

You're investigating like I am.

Actually, I do have some inside
information.

It wasn't an accident.

Can't say anything more about it. This
is all very hush -hush, top -secret

stuff. I see.

You know, Mr. Essinger isn't talking to
reporters.

No.

But he'd talk to me.

He would.

Oh, you better believe it.

I'd tell him Janelle sent me.

Look, I've got to go.

But if you hear of anything else, call
me.

Right.

Sure thing.

Where did you get to?

Were you talking to somebody?

A very nice young lady.

Let's go and talk to her.

She came back.

She came back after all these years to
get even.

Did you tell the police?

Oh, yes.

I gave them a description.

The little woman in the bottle that made
me what I am today.

When you're feeling better, please give
me a call.

Told you not to take the tunnel. Don't
go anywhere near the tunnel in rush

I said no one takes the tunnel after
three o 'clock in the afternoon.

You're getting on my nerves, my lord.
Could have been here half an hour ago.

Now listen, because of you, I'm missing
a date with a beautiful woman.

Don't press your luck, okay?

Nobody who lives in Paris takes the
tunnel after three o 'clock in the

afternoon.

Mr. Essinger, I hope we're not
disturbing you.

My name is Derek Rain.

This is my lord Jeffetts.

We'd like to talk about what happened if
we could.

Does this ring a bell?

That's it.

That's her.

Janelle.

You know about her, don't you?

I bought her years ago from a gypsy lady
who said she'd bring me luck.

She never attacked you last night,
didn't she?

I haven't seen her for years.

I guess someone must have bought her and
let her out.

I'm sorry.

I let her out.

Don't blame yourself for this.

You had no idea what her intentions
were.

Did she grant your wishes at the end?

I thought of two of them anyway.

Did she beg you for her freedom?

She asked me.

And I denied her.

And for that she has punished me.

And she might as well have killed me
because I will never play again.

You know what she's now?

I only know that she's not in the
bottle.

And that you are her master now.

You still have an unfulfilled wish.

Sooner or later she will come to see
you.

Because you hold the key to her freedom.

And please beware.

I think that she would kill you to get
it.

You're a chip on her shoulder than I
thought.

Well, then a clear agenda, as do we.

We must find her and stop her before she
hurts anyone else. Especially me.

And when we find her, Milo, it's up to
you to put her back.

Maybe we shouldn't do anything too rash.
Maybe there are other options we could

consider.

Do you hear what I'm telling you? That
genie must go back into the bottle, and

you are the only one who can put her
there.

Megan, what are you doing here?

Oh, um, Milo, this is Megan Torrance,
my... a good friend of mine.

Megan, this is Milo Jeffords, an old
friend of mine.

We've met.

At the opera house.

Hello again.

Small world.

You were at the opera house?

Yes. I phoned you from there.

Derek told me almost nothing about you.

You must be the beautiful woman he flew
to Paris to meet?

I certainly hope so.

Derek, will you please tell me what's
going on here?

Yes.

You'll excuse us?

Sure.

Megan, I'm sorry, but I'm in the middle
of something very important here.

This is about the woman who attacked
Peter Effinger.

I'm in the middle of the same thing.

I can't allow you to get involved in
this, Megan.

Are we going to do this together, or am
I on my own here?

One way or another, I'm going to get
this story.

It's a very long story, about a thousand
years old, in fact.

Well, I've got all night, Derek.

How about you?

Yes, I'll take you back to the hotel.

Now you go talk to the gypsy about you
-know -what and see who else owned it.

Whatever you say, you're the boss.

Gypsy? It's nice meeting you again.

I think he's crazy about you. Don't let
him get away.

Milo, I don't have to remind you that if
Janelle shows up, you know what you

have to do, right?

Right.

Are you ever going to explain to me what
the hell is going on here?

Probably not.

Not to your complete satisfaction,
anyway.

Come.

So, what exactly are we celebrating?

Our reunion. Our rendezvous in Paris.

City of lights. City of love.

Okay.

Maybe we're not celebrating, but you
might need a drink to handle what I'm

to say.

Pour.

Mr. Opiat.

Megan.

I know you're curious about what I do.

And as much as I'd like to tell you, I
can't.

Not everything.

But I can tell you that I work with a
group of people...

that handles certain unique kinds of
problems, problems no

one else in the world is quite equipped
to deal with.

And secrecy is a vitally important part
of this work we do.

Is that it?

Yes.

For a second there, I thought you were
going to say something else.

Like what?

Like I love you

How

come you didn't tell us that

Essinger gave you back the bottle You
didn't that I need your help

Janelle's out of control.

She's got some kind of vendetta going.

She is weary of her life in the bottle.

No, she's hurting people.

I've got to stop her before something
terrible happens to her and to me.

Who else owns the bottle?

Oh, so many.

All dead now except for the maestro and
a millionaire.

And of course you, Monsieur Milo.

The millionaire?

What's his name?

I should give up this shop and open an
information booth. Nobody comes in

anymore to buy anything, just to ask
questions and hear an old gypsy tell

stories.

Another overnight success story.

Have you heard of Rupert Schnell?

Who hasn't?

Five years ago, he was a hard luck guy
who walked into my shop on a lark. Now?

Well, you see.

Might as well, Jake. You knew about
Janelle.

Why didn't you ever take advantage of
her?

Because wishes do not always bring
happiness.

Yeah.

Bible.

What did you find out?

Huh? Well, Janelle lives in San
Francisco.

We should take the first plane out.

Yeah. Meet you at your place.

Well, I'm whispering because I don't
want anyone else to hear what we're

about. Why do you think I'm with a
brain?

Okay, bye.

You just got here.

Now you're leaving?

Oh, believe me.

I don't want to leave.

Derek.

You owe me big time for this.

I know I do.

Derek?

Yeah? There's no such thing as genies,
is there?

Genies?

Nah.

Only in fairy tales.

Let me guess.

Chanel, right?

Now that I have your attention, I need
you to be the only one who can give it

me. Please tell him that I am tired of
being nice about this.

I want a life, and I want it soon.

You've met her?

What do you think?

I wish I hadn't.

She's beautiful, isn't she?

Oh, yes.

Especially when she's angry.

I'm not giving up on her, Derek.

Not after all these years of searching
for her, dreaming about her.

We're talking about a djinn.

A thousand -year -old supernatural
entity.

The age difference alone should be
enough to doom your relationship.

We can work it out.

She's dangerous.

Derek, she's been hurt. She's been used
and abused by everyone she's ever known.

Milo, are you on any medication?

No, why?

Well, I think you should be.

Pack it back. Let's go.

Let's hope we get to Schnell before she
does.

What do you mean they don't charter the
Concorde?

If I buy all the seats on the flight,
it's as good as chartered, isn't it?

Do it, then.

Don't ask questions.

Chanel. Are you here somewhere?

Mr. Chanel?

My name is Derek Rain.

This is my associate, Milo Jeffords.

How the hell did you get in here?

We came to warn you.

We think you are in imminent danger.

Cognac? What have you got?

No, thanks. I don't smoke.

Oh, you should start.

It's never too late.

I just bought out a big tobacco company.

It's still a good investment.

We know about you and Janelle.

Janelle? What is that?

Mutual fund?

High -tech company?

The genie who made you wealthy?

I made my money the old -fashioned way.

catering to people's cravings.

Janelle has escaped.

She attacked one of her past masters in
Paris.

Payback for his refusal to free her from
slavery.

And we think you may be next.

I don't know what the hell you guys are
talking about.

Now, you can walk out of here, or I can
have you thrown out.

How am I going to find her? Don't worry.

She'll come looking for you.

She's out of the bottle. She might just
take off.

I doubt it very much.

It's not just freedom from the bottle
she seeks. She doesn't want to be a

anymore. How can she live free knowing
that you're out there somewhere still

looking for her to fulfill her final
wish, still able to return her to the

bottle?

Not do anything to make her happy.

This is the craziest thing you've ever
gotten me into.

You know that, don't you?

Come on.

I don't know what you're talking about.

What the hell are you guys talking
about?

Damn it.

Driver!

Driver, turn around. We have to go back.
Now.

Yeah in the flesh What are you gonna do
with that shoot me

after all I've done for you what do you
want I

Came to grant you away roll time thing I
Think

I'll pass Surely there's something you
want something you wish for

What did you say?

I can't hear you, Rupert.

Darling.

I

wish

for nothing.

Mr. Schnell?

Smells like a poker game in here.

Mr. Schnell?

Is he, you know, dead?

Dead drunk, I'd say.

Mr. Schnell?

Do you hear me?

What happened?

She was here.

It's gone.

It's all gone.

What's gone?

The money.

On my million.

Like that.

Careful what you wish for.

I got what I wish for, right?

Chanel means business, doesn't she?

Uh -huh.

And you're next.

You are her medicine now.

But I doubt she'll contact you directly.

One more wish from you and she'll be
back in the bottle.

Or she'll be free to be with me.

She's determined to have her freedom.

You still think that you can just wish
her to love you just like that and

everything will be fine.

But love doesn't work like that.

Oh, sorry, Derek. I'd forgotten.

You're the expert in affairs of the
heart.

Come on, cut me some slack.

You have someone.

Oh, that for an entry.

A girl should do that every now and then
if she can.

It's good for her ego.

Did you talk to Milo for me?

He won't let himself be blackmailed by
you, Janelle.

Oh, I may have to up the stake a bit.

I am not going back in the bottle.

Derek? Get out of here.

Don't ask questions. Just go.

And where did she come from?

You wouldn't believe me.

Try me.

Maybe you'd like to see for yourself.

I wish.

Derek!

Hey!

If you'd be so kind.

Tell Milo I'm here.

Don't do anything you'll regret,
Janelle.

Milo could just as well wish you out of
existence if he wanted to.

I would never do that, Janelle.

I see.

Derek, are you all right? Yes, I'm fine,
but I think Megan has a little problem

here. Relieve her, Janelle. She has
nothing to do with this.

Wish me free first.

And be quick about it.

You get kind of stuffy in there,
especially from mere mortals. Easy.

Don't hurt her.

Milo, you have one wish left.

How do we know that if you free Janelle,
she still has the power to free Megan?

I thought you were in love with me,
Milo.

I thought you really cared.

Janelle, you don't understand. I wanted
something special for us.

What kind of a future would we have
together if I was all bottled up again?

Milo, your wish is the only power we
have against her.

You decide.

Remember what you said to me back in
Paris?

You said that you'd spent years
searching for me.

Was all that for nothing, Milo?

Let me go, and I will free her.

I wanted to wish that you'd love me.

But I realize that's not love.

It's just another form of enslavement.
Real love is unconditional. It has to be

given from the heart freely.

Otherwise, it's not genuine.

You'd better make up your mind soon,
Milo.

My freedom.

That's all I'm asking.

Milo?

You owe me a third wish.

I want that wish fulfilled now.

Don't let her blackmail you.

My wish...

I wish that the bottle no longer be a
prison for anyone.

You're free, Janelle.

As you wish.

I feel so.

Are you all right?

I feel so strange.

I must have fainted or something.

What happened?

I wish I knew how to tell you.

Milo, I'm sorry for all the trouble I've
caused.

I don't know what to say except thank
you.

One more wish, Janelle.

I am powerless now.

I can't grant it.

A wish for you.

I wish you all the happiness you've
never had and the freedom you've always

thought.

I'll never forget you.

Whether it's for fame, or fortune, for
happiness, or for love, we should

always be careful what we wish for.

Because we might just get it and not
really know what to do with it.