All language subtitles for poltergeist_the_legacy_s02e20_let_sleeping_demons_lie

I don't know about this, Derek.

You're talking about a man who helped
put a king on the throne of France, who

rode alongside Joan of Arc, commanded
her armies.

And look what happened to her.

Very funny. I suppose she thinks she was
guilty, too. Deserved to be burned at

the stake.

This guy was guilty.

Of what?

Flaunting his wealth?

Winning battles against impossible odds?

He confessed, Derek.

He admitted being a sorcerer. He was
tortured.

Fourteen people testified against him.

So were they, probably.

Every remnant that was left of DeRay's
life is right here, including his ashes.

I hope we'll be happy with what we find.

I hate to end up proving that the legacy
was involved in the atrocity of witch

hunting. I doubt that.

William, is everything all right?

It's just a little bumpy.

Mr. Sloan?

Hold on a second, Derek.

Yeah, Sean.

We're holding the north to get out of
this.

There's a small airfield about 45 miles
past the mountain range.

I'd like to put down there for the
night.

Do it, Favist.

Yes, sir.

Derek, I don't think we're going to get
to you by tonight.

Baron DeRay has kept his secrets for
over 500 years. One more night won't

too much difference, especially to him.

Maybe he just doesn't want to give up.

Derek? Are you still there? Yes.

Good. Look, let's get this inventory
over with before we lose contact again.

If this plane goes down, I want you to
know what to look for.

I dressed in peace knowing that my last
act in life was proving you wrong about

something.

You know, sometimes you have a very
morbid sense of humor.

Let's start with this one.

Item five.

It's a book.

Plaid and wrought iron.

No lock.

Last link must have been forged closed.

Obviously, someone didn't want this book
open.

William, what's going on?

7 -0 -3 -3 -1. Hit a downdraft. Moving
up. Back.

William.

Eric. Till.

Patty. And my children.

And I'm up.

SeaTac lost them off the radar at 12 .47
a .m. Pacific Standard Time.

The exact latitude and longitude of that
spot is known, but the problem is it's

not a crash site.

They were over a mountain range with
peaks as high as 11 ,000 feet.

Mountains blocked ground -based radar
from reading anything below 14 ,000.

The center had radio contact, and
William and I had telephone contact

minutes beyond the last radar clip.

Based on the capabilities of the
aircraft, The last recorded data, the

length of time between the radar losing
them and my phone contact getting cut

off, the crash site could be anywhere
within those circles.

Well, doesn't a plane like that have
some sort of black box or something that

will send out a distress signal?

It's got an ELT, an emergency locator
transmitter.

For the same reason that the radar can't
get in, the ELT signal probably can't

get out.

The planet got down between two peaks,
and the signal's just going to go

straight up, and the only thing that's
going to be able to pick it up is

aircraft. And they can't start an aerial
search until the weather clears.

Yeah, by then, three to four feet of new
snow will have fallen on any side of

the wreckage. We'll be buried. So if for
some reason the ELT signal can't be

picked up, and Sloan or one of the other
crew members can't light some kind of a

signal fire, we may not find them till
spring.

Who are you?

Where's my crew?

1 ,200 square miles.

1 ,256 to be exact.

And when you figure it out, 20 -mile
circle, area equals pi r squared, 1

,256 miles.

And it could take days to find them.

So what kind of temperatures are they
experiencing out there?

Mid to low 20s, but with the wind chill
factor, it could get down to minus 10.

If anyone survives a crash, the chances
of surviving the elements for a day, two

at the most, are slim to none. Based on
the conditions that we're looking at,

even if they had pinpointed the crash
site almost immediately, by the time

got to it, they'd probably just be
pulling out bodies.

No.

He's alive.

No, he isn't.

It's cold.

He's not alone.

You've never had a psychic connection
with him before, have you?

I don't like it.

can't speak, at least let me see you.

Why won't you let me see you?

Please, please.

I have a wife and children.

So did I.

Did you understand?

I beg you.

I beg you.

Who are you?

I am Gilda Laval, Baron de Rey.

I was an innocent, God -fearing man.

Until you didn't.

Okay, everybody's dropped in. Here we
go.

Yep, we're all set.

I think I have.

But I swear I'm not the person
responsible for what happened to you.

I'm telling you the truth.

I couldn't be.

The truth?

When did the truth stop meaning anything
to you?

DeRay, I'm telling you the truth.

I'm not the man who did this to you.

I know the only truth I need to know.

Look at it.

Look.

It is your ring, is it not?

Yes, it's my ring.

thing I saw when I woke from the dead.

Like waking from a nightmare and still
being in it.

It was the last thing I saw as the
flames ate at my flesh.

The ring with the letter L.

Your ring.

Dr.

Rain?

Captain Smith, U .S. Forestry
Department.

Nice to meet you.

Well, we are all very sorry about your
friends out there, but until we get a

break in the weather out that way,
there's not very much we can do. No,

every transmitter in these parts is
tuned to 121 .5 megahertz, but not a

Well, the last report we had from the
National Weather Service said that the

storm should be clearing in about an
hour. Well, ma 'am, the minute they give

the green light, we're on our way.

I mean, it's going to count.

Temperature's dropping.

It usually does.

High comes in, pushes the storm out, and
it brings out the cold.

I'm telling you the truth.

Why not the man who did this to you?

Stop.

Remember this place.

You stood right here as they tortured
me.

Watching behind me.

Over and over again I told you the
truth.

They did my innocent.

Screamed it out loud enough for God
himself to hear me.

You stood there.

Whispering.

Confess.

I've done nothing to confess.

If you were really innocent, DeRay, how
can you even think about putting another

man to what happened to you?

What do you expect from me?

You want pity.

I have none left.

You took everything from me. Everything.

Except revenge.

You will not deny me my revenge. You
will not deny me my revenge.

Are

you

alright?

Can't move.

He's in great pain.

Hey, Nick.

Is he a psychic, like in those
commercials?

Not exactly.

It's okay, Dr. Rain.

We all know how you must feel to have
someone out there.

We've seen it before.

Too many times, in fact.

Yes, I'm sure you have.

Okay,

let's get back.

I'll link to the legacy database.

Pull up a satellite picture of this
storm. We're going out as soon as we

it's safe.

We're not going to wait for an anonymous
day to give us an all -clear.

Okay, I'll see what I can do.

Quarter for you, huh?

I thought it was a penny.

Cost of living adjustment, huh?

My thought... My thought for the day is
that maybe there are some things that

are better off left alone.

I'll buy that.

But it doesn't sound much like you, the
scientist, the researcher.

I don't know.

Einstein warned the world to tread
lightly.

Carl Sagan has said that we'd learn to
regret some of our discoveries.

You think Sloan was tampering with
something he should have left alone?

Not just William.

All of us.

What do we have the right to do?

When what we do crosses the line, what
are the consequences?

You're not just talking about William,
are you?

You're thinking of your father, Derek.

The way he died.

My father.

William.

Too many others.

Sometimes maybe we should just let
sleeping demons lie.

The tools of the power look good.

Your tools.

You're a soldier, you're right.

You face far greater enemies than a
bunch of priests.

Soldiers have honor.

No battlefield has ever seen the horrors
done in this one.

It's only purpose is to cause pain.

Excruciating pain.

Unbearable pain.

It crushes your legs. This is really for
revenge.

You're going to enjoy this.

That's it, isn't it?

I think you enjoyed it as much as you
enjoyed killing all those children.

I was an innocent man.

No, you weren't.

You murdered hundreds of children,
didn't you?

Used their blood for rituals to conjure
up demons.

Demons that won you battles for you.

Gave you riches and wealth that you
wanted.

My wealth was the reason you did what
you did to me.

My castles, my land, my treasures.

But you didn't keep for yourself.

You used to reward my persecutors.

I heard them arguing about

how long to keep me alive.

How much it was worth to them.

Evil gains to pay for evil deeds.

Hey, Derek, take a look at this.

Yeah.

The storm's let up enough.

We're going.

All right, you got it.

Okay.

Mount up.

Do what

you

want to me, DeRay.

I've done nothing.

I confess nothing.

You will.

You'll confess to anything I want you to
say.

Just as I did.

Just as the illnesses you brought
against me did.

Oh, no, I won't.

What is unlike you? I'm innocent.

I wrote it all down.

Let no one, whatever, be able to forget.

One on each leg.

They have kept me in the pool over a
week.

Every day they come to administer more
blows.

Every day the pain is greater.

My legs are crushed.

Blood and marrow itself is spilling out.

I will never walk upon these legs again.

I beg for mercy.

The hooded man wearing the ring with the
letter L.

The hooded man wearing the ring with the
letter

L stands over me.

For God's sake, he said.

And that's just something.

Whether it be true or not.

Do not pity me.

Fear me.

There is nothing more dangerous than a
man who has nothing left to lose.

We are holding steady.

Still no sign of wreckage.

Gramps?

What? Your legs, Chris.

Yeah.

You know, it happens with the cold and
the high altitude.

USFS 23, the Luna helicopter, come in.

Yeah, it's the Luna helicopter, go
ahead.

Anything?

Uh, not so far.

Same. Air and ground, nothing.

Well, they gotta be down there
somewhere.

Yeah, but somewhere's a big place.

Uh, roger, USFS 23.

See what you've done to me.

My hands, my arms, my legs.

I confess to what you have.

Bill, you wanted more of you.

The man with the ring.

Never enough.

You wanted me to condemn my family, bear
witness against them, say that they too

practiced the ways of the devil.

I would not do that.

These righteous men, your friends, they
knew it was a lie.

Did they?

Of course they did.

When you led armies to Rome, you just
thought of them as the enemy.

Even their families were the enemy,
weren't they?

At World War, I was a soldier fighting
for what I believed.

Of course you were.

But maybe your persecutors were too.

They believe you were their enemy.

Maybe they believe what they were doing
was right.

Nothing can justify what was done to me.

The misguided, the ignorant, the
misinformed, that's what you're talking

And you should hate them for what they
did to you.

But you should forgive them, too, for
their weakness.

Forgive.

I'll tell you once more.

I am not the man who did this to you.

Why did you bring me back here?

Why did you desecrate my grave?

I wanted to give you a chance to prove
your innocence.

Can you take away my pain? Can you?

Can you make me a whole man again?

Yeah,

we'd like another 15 minutes to be good.

No,

we have to keep on looking.

Roger.

But if that's out, my army is coming to
rescue me.

Your armies are retreating.

Afraid to confront me. Afraid to die.

And man gets the entire army.

Let your armies come.

I will enjoy killing them almost as much
as I'll enjoy killing you.

Listen to me, DeRay.

I can't undo what's been done to you.

But if you're really innocent, I can
help you prove it.

Put your soul at rest once and for all.

Have your remains buried in consecrated
ground.

There is only one way to put my soul to
rest.

I am going to hear you scream in agony
louder than I screamed.

I am going to ignore your cries for
mercy just as you ignored mine.

And after you've confessed to anything I
ask, I'm going to laugh.

And watch the life drain from your body
just as you did to me. You can kill me,

DeRay.

I can't stop you from doing that. But
the rest I won't give you.

You see, fear.

It had worked one day.

Believe me. You will.

You'll give me what I want.

Believe me.

And then,

on October 26th, 1940, the Baron de Rais
was executed.

Strangled, almost to death, and then
burned.

was the most common method of execution
for sorcerers and witches in those days.

But was he guilty?

Well, that's what we're hoping to find
out.

That was the FAA.

Commercial 747 picked up the ELT. We
have an exact location on the Learjet.

It's right here in an extremely remote
area of the mountains. Now, we've got

search and rescue teams here and here.

It's going to take a while to get them
in.

Is there an area we can drop in the
choppers?

Well, the nearest level clearing is
here. It's about two miles away.

But what would really help is if you did
a flyby.

Radio us, let us know what we're getting
into down there.

Then you can sit down here and make a
rendezvous with a snowcat. Meanwhile,

bring my men in this way by snowmobile.

We ought to be about a half an hour
behind you.

UFF 23, this is Luna Helicopter.

This is Spam. Go ahead. Yeah, our GPS
has this directly above the coordinates

gave us.

43 degrees, all forward.

Okay, we got her.

Moving into position now.

There it is.

See? Look down in that gorge.

Got it.

Smythe, we have a visual.

It's near the end of an east -west
gorge, approximately 200 feet deep.

It appears to be lying in a nose -up
attitude.

Must have been trying to make a last
-ditch climb.

Okay, I know exactly the area you
described.

Don't wait in the snowcat.

See you at the north ridge of the gorge.
Roger.

You can't escape me.

Take me!

Quit applying.

I'll go back and get the gear.

There's something else down there.

Take it easy.

We're right behind you.

You will soon end me, friend.

His death was quick.

The torch.

Burn it.

Can you feel them?

He killed you, I saw it.

I saw you fall.

Can you feel your legs at all, William?

Mr. Sloan, what about your crew?

They're dead.

So?

Take it easy.

There's a rescue team coming in right
behind.

Just take it easy.

We'll get you out of here in warm very
soon.

That's all in my head, wasn't it?

That's hilarious, wasn't it?

Derek?

Derek? Yes.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

But, uh, Willem could use some attention
here.

Yeah. All right. Give me some room.

We've got some cutting equipment in
here. He's lodged in.

Go back up. Get on the radio. Call Lona.
Tell him we found him. He's alive.

All right.

You're not hurt?

Don't fight.

How's your neck?

We should try to collect as many
artifacts as possible.

Put it back into the crate. Right, yeah.
Okay.

No, just a little bit. There you go.
Okay, okay.

Alex, look at this.

Okay, just a little step. There you go.

And each time, I could feel more of my
bones break.

And each time I could hear the hooded
man wearing the ring with the letter L

say, Confess.

Confess.

Thank

you, Derek.

Be that for you.

Otherwise, I would have left that son of
a... out there, been rid of him for

good. When are the two of you going to
admit you couldn't survive without each

other? Never. It's more fun this way.

The patient's doing great.

Thank you.

I suddenly feel like a third wheel.

You are. Get out of here.

Stop it.

By the way, it's a good thing you didn't
die.

Remember your last act that was supposed
to prove me wrong and let you rest in

peace? Well, I wasn't wrong.

I was right.

It was all there in his journals.

DeRay was innocent of every crime he was
charged with.

And not one of the 14 people who
testified against him actually knew

about him.

They were tortured into lying, just as I
had thought.

Your being right kept him alive.

I hope you're right a lot.

Innocent?

Mm -hmm.

Can you arrange to have his remains
buried in consecrated ground?

Certainly.

What about the legacy? Was there a
connection?

We don't know yet.

It's going to take some time to
research.

But I told you he said his Inquisitor
was wearing a legacy ring.

If, in fact, he actually spoke to you at
all.

I'm not buying the hallucination theory
till you can explain the book.

How I knew what was in the cockpit and
where my ring is.

How much injustice has been done in the
name of good?

How many innocent people have suffered
and died because of the ideologies of

zealots who believed that their way was
the only true way?

Maybe that's one of the evils we should
really be concerning ourselves with.