All language subtitles for poltergeist_the_legacy_s02e09_rough_beast

It's okay, Tracy. It's just, you sounded
so anxious when you called me. I'm sure

there had to be a reason you wanted to
see me.

I did.

I mean, I do, but I just don't know if I
can talk about it.

Is it something real?

Or something you imagined?

It's my dream.

It's back the same as before.

You want to tell me about it?

How does this dream start, Tracy?

It's just the same.

It's me in the trailer.

Your mom's there and it's dark out.

And I have this book.

And then the noise happens.

The noise of the door?

Yes.

But it's not just a noise this time.
There's something more. It's trying to

inside.

What's trying to get in, Tracy? Can you
describe it?

I don't know.

Tracy?

What do you see?

What? Why?

Why?

It's coming through.

Yes!

Okay, you're all right.

What kind of beast?

I don't know.

Beast, what, like a tiger or a lion?

Wolf.

Dreams, they really scare me.

You know something about dreams?

They're like little coded messages from
our brain.

And if we can just decode them and
figure out what the messages mean, then

dreams go away.

I promise.

Maybe I can come back tomorrow.

We don't have to push anything.

Jessica, please don't tell my mom I was
here. I don't want to upset her.

Well, I'm not gonna tell your mom.

So Derek wants us to go over that report
from Singapore.

You know that tomb of lost Raja?
Something about a haunting. I think I've

time for a shower. Oh, if you hurry.
It's already tomorrow in Singapore.

Right. So what was that, 15 miles? Don't
you ever want to take a day off? Do I

sense criticism here? Well, it's only an
observation.

It just seems that, you know, like, I
don't know, push it.

Yeah.

It's part of the program.

You know, most fathers play ball with
their kid or something. Well, that made

her run the gauntlet. Everything was a
test.

What kind of a test?

Well, it could have been anything.

You didn't know when or what it would
be, mental, physical.

So, like, um, calculate the square root
of pi?

No, no, no. More like, like the time we
were off -roading this 4x4. We're coming

downhill on maybe 12, and suddenly he
shouts, jump, the brakes are gone.

You're kidding.

How fast were you going?

Oh, maybe 20, 25.

So you jumped?

No, I... Wrote it out.

The brakes were fine. It was just a
test.

So you stay with your dad to the end.

He must have been pleased you passed.

No, I failed.

Failed? The test wasn't about loyalty.

It wasn't about survival.

It was about the ability to follow
orders without question.

It just doesn't seem like a fair test to
me.

Well, no kidding. But then my old man
would have said, neither is life.

See you in a bit.

Well, just because they've been having
these accidents, it doesn't mean that

tomb is haunted.

So that's one vote.

No. Nick?

I'd have to agree with Alex.

I mean, they've got a problem, but it's
not a ghost.

Well, then we all agree.

Go to Singapore and let them know.

The evidence does not support their
fears.

And tell them to examine the
substructure of the tomb itself.

Well, they're going to be really
disappointed.

When it comes to ghosts, faulty
architecture is much of a substitute.

Well, use the video link.

Show them what we found.

Look at me. I'm not making the call.

Go ahead.

Sorry I'm late.

Rachel, everything okay?

I expected you hours ago.

A patient of mine dropped in
unannounced.

Fascinating case.

Depressed trauma, only much more
intense.

Poor kid's only 18.

Terrified. A recurring nightmare.

Dreaming of wolves.

Wolves? Very Freudian.

Yes, it is.

In fact, the way she describes it
reminds me very much of Freud's Wolfman.

Can you talk about it? Without violating
doctor -patient privilege, of course.

She only just moved here, and I'm sure
you don't know who she is. She came to

through an outreach clinic.

A couple months ago, she started having
this recurring dream.

Something is outside her door, trying to
get in, to tear her apart.

Claws, teeth, some sort of wolf.

She doesn't want to talk about it.
Afraid to go to sleep.

Terrified she is going to be attacked.

Her associations point to her father.

The possibility she's been abused.

Where's her father now?

That's a good question. Every time I ask
her about him, she changes the subject.

You mentioned Freud's Wolfman?

Of course.

Classic case.

Every psychiatrist knows it. It's the
young Russian who dreamed that wolves

waiting for him outside his window.

But they only know what Freud chose to
publish.

Sigmund Freud was a member of the
Legacy?

Oh, no, but they traveled the same
circles in Vienna following the First

War.

And in connection with the Wolfman,
Freud mentions a number of strange

Derek, this is an 18 -year -old girl.

We're talking nightmares, not murders.
Are you sure?

Why don't I have Nick check it out?

Just in case.

What?

Derek, this is incredible.

I can't believe you have this here.

Sam, stop it, you silly dog. It's just
me.

Male, Caucasian.

Height, 68 .5 inches. Weight, 157
pounds.

Tissue damage, sequential to initial
invasive trauma.

Don't you ever sleep, Frances?

It's 4 o 'clock in the morning.

I do some of my best work at night,
Nick.

Yeah, sort of vampires.

When I left that message in your
machine, it didn't expect you to get

so soon.

What's up?

Nothing you're about to see can be made
public. You know that, right? Of course,

you got my word.

Night before last.

A night watchman for South Bay
Construction.

You got a time frame on him?

Well, given the lividity and the degree
of rigor mortis, I'd say roughly 24

hours. When did he cut himself shaving?

Massive insult to the tissue.

The victim's pharynx was literally
ripped out.

You see these serrations here?

They look like bite marks.

Very good.

Whatever did this was strong and fast.

This guy never knew what hit him.

How about the rest of the body?

It's untouched.

Given the signature of the bite marks
and the hair follicles removed from the

wound,

if I didn't know better, I'd say we're
dealing with a large canine.

That's one hell of a pooch.

So what do you figure, a coyote or a
wolf?

Well, coyotes don't prey on grown men.

And my experience with wolves in San
Francisco is that they addicted to

spire.

Tracy, can you hear my voice?

Yes.

I want you to remain relaxed.

You're simply in an altered state of
consciousness.

I need to help you remember.

You can come out at any time.

Understand?

Come out at any time.

You're back in your dream now, Tracy.

You're reading your book.

Did you see? Who was it, Gracie?

My father.

How do you feel? You're making really
good progress.

It's late and it's chilly. You sure you
don't want me to give you a ride home?

Yeah. I just need some time.

Okay.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Can't go.

All right, why don't I get the car?

Grab my coat. I'll take you home. Come
on.

Given the bite marks you saw at the
corners, this thing, or whatever it is,

at least part canine.

So you're saying this might be a
werewolf?

No, absolutely not.

The werewolf is a folktale, a distorted
legend.

But since people in San Francisco don't
get attacked by wolves...

We may be dealing with the creature the
werewolf is based on, the lupin.

So you're saying this might be a
werewolf?

No, it's a hybrid with human... It's a

werewolf.

According to the legend, Rome was
founded by twins, Romulus and Remus.

They were abandoned to die as infants,
but a she -wolf found and suckled them,

and supposedly they interbred with her
true offspring to create a lineage, and

that was the curse of Rome.

Emperors like Nero and perhaps even
Caligula were all said to be Lupin.

But none of them survived the fall of
Rome.

Sightings are extremely rare. Usually
they are mistaken for something else.

We need more information.

Let me contact the Rome house, access
their archives and see what I can

download. All right, I'll follow up with
the coroner's office.

If this thing's out there, chances are
it's going to kill again.

Tracy, are you all right?

What's going on?

I need to know the truth.

The truth about what?

What happened to my father.

Tracy, you know what happened. He left
us.

Why are you asking me this now?

I've been seeing a doctor.

A psychiatrist through the outreach
clinic.

Why in God's name would you do that?
You're fine.

What doctor?

Her name's Rachel Corrigan.

She took me back today.

Took you back? What do you mean?

Hypnotized me.

She helped me remember.

I saw you with a gun, Mom.

And I saw the door. I saw what came
through the door.

What you saw was a nightmare, a dream.

It never happened.

You're confusing fantasy with reality
again.

Why did you go see this Dr. Corrigan?
Why didn't you come to me? Because you

never believed me, Mom. I didn't want to
worry you. I thought you could help.

It's going to be all right.

You just should have told me. I know.

I'm sorry.

We're not listening together.

It's gonna be alright.

I know it will.

If you need me, I'm right across the
hall.

Don't turn the light off.

I was taking a shortcut to the park and
it just stalled.

If I knew what was wrong, why would I be
calling you?

What kind of emergency services is this
anyways?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Period. End of story. Finito.

Well, I want somebody here and I want
them here fast.

Hello? Hello?

I

said

that there was another killing at Golden
Gate Park last night.

Same animal as the others. Really?

Yep. Well, look at this.

Something about a cult.

Prohibited. Not forbidden.

According to this, the Lupin were driven
out when the Vandelgilder ran Rome in

455.

They then fled to a remote region in
Albania where I

believe they lived in caves for almost a
thousand years.

Then what happened?

Well, supposedly they became wilder and
more vicious.

Eventually they were exterminated. I
think that the last documented killing

in Aleppo in 1452.

Well, it looks like we're going to have
to get our documentation up to date.

How could one of these things be
traveling around without someone seeing

Well, it would look like you and me.

It would appear completely human until
it reached maturity.

A latency period.

Yeah, that as an adult, driven by an
insatiable urge, it kills and then

its human form.

It may not even be aware of what it's
done or what it is.

Amazing.

So it could get married, have a family,
carry on like any normal person, then go

on a killing spree and not even know it.

Exactly.

So how are we going to find this thing?
Wait till the next full moon?

Yeah.

The moon is an old wife still.

If it's too real, Lupin, it will kill
when its need is greatest.

Well, it's already killed twice in three
nights. Sounds like a cycle.

All I have to do is find out where and
when it's going to kill next.

Good luck.

Well, how do we know it won't just stop?

Because the hunger of Lupin never
listens.

It only grows.

Yes? Can I help you? I hope so.

My daughter claims she started coming to
you as a patient.

Tracy Lasker?

Oh, Mrs.

Lasker. Of course, sure.

Please, come in. I've got so much... I'd
ask her to stop seeing you.

I'd appreciate it if you'd leave her
alone.

There's nothing else to say.

Mrs. Lasker?

Tracy needs help. There's nothing wrong
with my daughter. She is very troubled.

I'm sure you've noticed that... Yes, I
know all about the nightmares and we're

dealing with... Right.

Has she ever experienced violence?
Something highly traumatic?

Something to do with her father?

Tracy's father abandoned us when she was
eight. I really don't see the need to

discuss it with you. But Tracy said... I
don't care what she said. I don't want

her coming here, period.

Mrs. Lasker.

Your daughter is old enough to decide
for herself.

My daughter is confused.

I've asked her not to see you, and now
I'm asking you to do the same.

Tracy is under a great deal of emotional
strain. I can help her. How?

By lending credibility to her nightmare?

By frightening her? How does that help?
She is a very troubled young lady.

You can't ignore what she's going
through. It's not just going to go away

itself. Let me help her. You can help
her by leaving us alone.

All these years, I thought that Freud's
Wolfman was a case of obsessional

neuroses. Maybe borderline
schizophrenia, but it's not.

It's a projection of a real fear. His
patient was being stalked by his own

father who wanted to kill him. The
Lupin.

So rare, so deadly, that Freud could
only write about it in here.

In a journal he'd never publish.

A dark truth he knew the world would
never accept.

Why would this Lupin...

Want to kill its own young.

Perhaps some deep -seated need to end
the curse, killing its own offspring

before they reproduce would break the
cycle.

That's false.

But you know what's really troubling?

Freud enlisted the legacy to help him
kill it.

He had no choice.

He was a doctor.

Attempting to save his patient.

As you must save yours.

The girl's mother came to visit me this
morning. I tried to get her to talk

about everything, and she just got
really defensive.

She's ordered her daughter to stop
seeing me.

I think we should pay her a visit.

She may be recording something and can
help us.

Yeah, it's worth a try.

Mrs. Leicester?

Tracy?

Keep trying. I'll check the back.

Mrs. Leicester?

It wasn't like anything I've ever seen
before.

Well, it was pretty dark. Can you be
certain? No.

The eyes.

These are not the eyes of an animal.

They... They'll cry through me.

And if you hadn't acted as quickly as
you did, I probably wouldn't be here.

So what do you have?

Well, according to Carlton, the cops
will get the lid on it in the hopes of

finding this guy without causing a
panic.

But they've come up empty, so she agreed
to give us a peek before they go

public.

What a time.

Always at night, a female jogger, a
recluse, a guy with car trouble in the

all isolated, all with their throats
torn out.

The pattern seems to be three killings
in a couple of days and then nothing.

It's sated. It doesn't kill for food. It
kills for blood.

How many sold by this time?

Two.

You would have been the third.

Then there's still one to go.

We don't have much time.

Alex?

Well, about ten years ago, there were
similar killings in New England, all the

same pattern.

Bar Harbor, Maine. The police were
building a case against the suspect,

Harden. But before they could pick him
up, he just disappeared.

So they brought his wife in for
questioning.

What's happened to her?

Well, she just took a child and left
town.

This is the only photo I have.

Anne Lathbert, mother of the girl I've
been telling you about.

Then James Harden must be the looper.

Tracy's at school, Dr. Corrigan. I
thought I told you we don't need your

This is Hardin.

Thank you, dear.

May I come in?

James used to get these spells.

He became distracted, then he'd leave
for days on end.

He said he was traveling on business.

When he'd come back, everything would be
okay.

For the next four weeks.

We never lived anywhere for more than a
few months.

Tracy didn't understand why she couldn't
stay in one place like other kids.

That last year, James started getting
worse.

Unpredictable.

He kept a gun near the bed. He taught me
how to shoot.

Did he ever tell you why?

He said I'd know if the time came.

I never understood what he meant
until...

I see.

And do you know what time it is?

I'm waiting for Daddy.

He'll be home.

It'll still be there in a moment.

I buried him in the forest.

The police never found the grave.

Tracy never told me.

She couldn't.

She didn't speak for almost a year after
that.

I moved here to forget what happened.

Changed our name.

Tracy had finally convinced herself
she'd imagined it all.

Then the dream started.

James? I was so scared when I buried
him.

He's alive.

Come back to punish me. What did he come
for, Tracy?

You keep her here inside with you.

Lupin's origins are rooted in the
supernatural.

There's only one way to be sure.

You've killed it.

Silver nitrate?

Driven through his heart.

Well... Assuming James Harden is the
Lupin, and he's still alive, why would

want to kill his own daughter? Because
he tried before and failed.

So make sure you and Alex take the
proper ammunition.

Right. Wait.

There's got to be another way besides
killing him.

We cannot take the chance. This creature
will kill again.

But Derek, it might be the last one of
its kind.

Hardin gave his wife a gun for a reason.
He suspected what he really was.

He knew that the madness was growing,
that he could no longer control it.

Because he couldn't understand what was
going on inside of himself.

But we could. Look, if we could study it
instead of destroying it, then maybe we

could understand, maybe even reverse the
process.

We have a chance.

How can we not take it?

I'd like to say yes, Rachel.

But it's too dangerous.

They're right.

We just can't take that chance.

I'm sorry.

So am I.

I told her to stay in her room. The
doors were locked.

You made a mistake, little one.

But I looked. She wasn't here.

No, it...

In the heart.

And if I miss?

I won't.

Well,

Derek should be here by now. Yeah.

Derek, you can keep a warning.

The Lupin won't. I promise you that.
Then the Lupin will be dead.

You got a chance to look around?

Yeah. Alex, if you want to tuck in
around back. All right.

Derek, you got a pretty good view of the
front yard from that tree.

And I'll put it around the perimeter.

Okay, let's go.

Okay.

Take care.

Tracy, listen to me.

Tracy, we don't have to hurt you.

Tracy, let me help you.

Take a look at this.

Lupin.

What's Tracy Lasker?

Why didn't you tell me?

I... I could have done something.

I couldn't stop then.

No, you couldn't.

No one could.

We had no choice.

The fate she was in, she would have
killed us both.

You're not going to be able to explain
this to the police.

Let us help you.

Go, please.

Please, go.

Ann Lasker had known the truth all
along.

Her daughter, like her husband, was born
to be a beast of the night.

Maybe Derek was right.

There was no chance to save her.

I wish I'd found a way.

Her loss still haunts me.

Was she truly the last of her kind?

Are there others like her?

Someday, maybe, we'll get a second
chance.