All language subtitles for adv_sinbad_s01e20_the_siren_s_song

Everyone stand fast!

Stay the course!

Into the teeth of the storm is the only
way we're going to make it through this!

Let's rip this to shreds first. That's
not going to happen.

This

is

nothing we haven't been through before.

We can weather this just like everything
else.

Have your word on that, Captain?

Captain's honor.

I'm going to go check on Babe Groot.

I don't know what this is for you.

Pumni, Pumni.

The storm that I see, flee from me.

Does it appear that I'm getting
anywhere?

Keep trying.

I fear to be on my way out of the cloud.

Well, just keep trying.

How's the water pump working?

Wonderful.

But I can't begin to keep up with the
water.

At this rate of intake, I predict we'll
be swamped in an hour.

It's not a calculation I care to hear
about. Well, sorry, but...

Joel, it's blown over.

Maybe it was my conjuring.

Help me!

Are there more of you? One more. He's in
the longboat.

Help me!

Help me! Don't leave me here!

He's drifting off!

Hey!

Draw the boat in closer!

to pick up the oars.

Far off. He's lost.

What is his name? His name?

The man in the boat. What is his name?

Hackman.

Hackman.

Draw the boat in closer.

Row, man. Row.

Try. You can make it.

Hold her steady, Rangar.

Don't. It's hurt.

There's the manager. He's frozen and
panicked. Who is he?

One of mine.

Just one more of my men.

Ahmed, draw the boat in closer.

Quickly, before you're dragged out to
sea.

Come on, man. Whoa, whoa.

Why isn't he moving?

He's the boat's bewitched.

Oh, he's caught in the current. Mr.
Trutcher is here.

Rondar, bring the nomad about.

Now, stay calm.

Stay calm.

We'll try to pick you up.

By the God, it's not moving.

Don't panic.

Leave. Bring it in!

What?

Save me!

Eggman!

Eggman! Eggman! It's too treacherous!

Let me grab him!

Like so many before him, cruelty
punishes its rest.

Seven days.

That's a long time to be in an open
boat.

Too long.

All too bloody long.

But we had no other choice.

I mean, we tried to save all we could.
It was to no avail.

What was it that caused her to sink?

We were in uncharted waters.

They proved treacherous.

How so?

Our whirlpools one day, they'd calm the
day after.

Sea demons and X.

Name it, it plagued us.

Do we need to talk on it? Do we?

It's over now.

We're safe.

Why did you sail into uncharted waters?

Oh, treasure hunt.

Steadfast search for a priceless
possession.

That being?

Poseidon's trident.

What? You heard him.

Poseidon's trident.

Sidon is a creature of myth, no doubt
serving a religious purpose, but no

in fact.

Sidon's trident is the sacred scepter of
power of all the sea gods of old.

Well, granted, it's a symbol of what a
verifiable existence is.

Tell it to our dead, our bloody dead.

He's back, friend.

Tello, sit back down.

Don't. Tell me what I've seen with my
own eyes.

Come for us here.

Just like I said.

That's what you said.

That's what you said. Could we survive
in that boat?

Could we?

And we had one chance.

Then, in that chance...

It surprised me, Captain.

Surprised me.

Rangar, what's the problem?

No barrel of monkeys.

It's an omen.

No such conclusion need be drawn.

Didn't you draw one?

Rats are known for their bountiful
breeding practices.

I sense their presence here means
something quite different.

What do you sense?

Something has changed.

I feel it.

Something is with us now.

Something that means no good.

Me? You give me the willies when you
talk like that.

Dermot senses it.

All right.

You and Dermot keep your eyes peeled.

Meanwhile, want the rest of us? That all
fails.

We're going to be a long way from here
come nightfall.

Maybe we should tell them.

Get it out in the open.

Tell them what?

Do you have any firm notion of what
happened to us out there?

I know it holds us.

I'm just a sleep man.

I'll never sleep again.

Don't tell me you can't hear them.

Get back here.

We can't go on like this.

We will go on like this.

You're starting to sound spineless.

And you know how I feel about men with
no spine.

Theo.

My?

What?

Do you hear something, Rancor?

Don't start getting jumpy.

Isn't it enough we've already locked the
night to sleep?

Dawn's almost upon us.

We're all having difficulty sleeping.

If I'd spend a week in an open boat, I'd
be sleeping like a rock.

Actually, rocks have no consciousness
and therefore no experience of sleep.

You gonna wear the spots off those
perus?

Rungar, play my hand.

Where are you going?

Just wanna check the upside.

Did you get a chill?

Or like somebody just walked on my
grave.

Unable to sleep too?

Nothing seems to have to rest tonight.

Have you been able to figure any of this
out yet?

Only that I don't like it.

Yeah.

Have you seen LaRouche?

No.

Did you talk to him?

I tried.

But he breathed right past and he's kept
his distance.

I'll go give it a try.

A fair night on the calm.

A fair only hides the foul.

I would think you'd be wanting sleep.

A man can want, and in that want he only
gets what he deserves.

You survived.

But Thea offered you a second chance.

Take comfort in that.

It's your longboat.

It must have drifted back here. But we
wonderful sailors.

How did it get here? How?

It's only a boat, sailor.

It can't harm.

Can't it?

You don't know what harm comes to me.

You don't need a half of it.

Then tell me.

Impossible.

I just talked with him not more than a
minute ago.

Peruse.

He drowned.

And from the looks of it, it appears
he's been dead at least a week.

How could he have drowned that quick?

And on deck.

It can't be possible.

I wish I could state otherwise.

But this body's been decomposing for at
least a week.

What next?

Oh, we've lost all sail.

Which means we're back to being dead in
the water.

There's got to be a rational explanation
for all of this.

You bar?

There.

And that look!

I think the two of you need to look at
this as well.

Marouf is dead on deck.

It appears that he's been dead for quite
some time.

Tell us what you know.

We have nothing to say.

I'm not going to risk my ship or my crew
because of your dark secrets.

What?

Planning to put us back in a longboat
and cast us back into the sea?

No. I'm not going to do that.

I merely want you to tell us the truth
about what happened to you.

I don't believe you're ready for that
truth.

And I'm not ready to tell it to you.

Fine.

But I want you to haul that out.

Can't make us.

I wouldn't be too sure about that.

Tello!

Those guys give me the creeps.

Think of the horrors they've been
through.

But did they bring it upon themselves?

Well, one thing's for sure.

They brought it here.

Double the watch till morning.

And tell Maeve I want to talk to her.

Tell her to bring Dermot.

And you asked it then?

Whatever happened on deck, Dermot saw it
all.

Can you ask him what it was?

I can try.

Hey, what happened to Maruth?

How did he die?

He drowned.

How can a man drown in less than a
minute?

I don't know.

But that's what Dermot revealed to me.

At

least

the wind is back with us.

Naturally. The powers of darkness have
passed.

I want us to head for the nearest
harbor.

And deposit our uninvited guests on
shore? Good idea.

It's about time we got back to our own
crew and our own course.

According to my charts, we're very near
the island of Devathitva.

Duvar, set the tiller for there.

Farouk, show them where the island is.

Maeve, Runga, keep an eye on our
passage.

Aye. Go.

Another day.

Leading to what?

Our continuing survival.

Did you call this?

Think of what our options were.

How far back do you want me to go?

Back to when I signed on to sail with
you, that day of the first curse?

Don't blame me for your accursed life.

That I don't.

You and I just brought out the worst in
each other.

Temptation itched.

We both wanted to scratch.

You don't know what you're talking
about, so why don't you just quit

Oh, I'm through giving a thought, and
I'm through listening to you and her.

Not another day, not one.

Just calm down.

She doesn't appear in the light of day.
Let's just go up in the deck.

No, I said...

I'm through listening to you.

Not a word. Not a bloody word.

I am still your captain.

Then call this a mutiny of one.

My life, you got it. You got it.

No one's here to harm you.

Harm?

Harm's been done.

What's become of me?

Can't you see?

Can't you?

I'm the walking dead.

Just ready to drop.

You've been through a terrible ordeal.

Your healing will take time.

My time is running out.

Now, I want all of you to leave me
alone.

Get me.

What's the matter?

They were fighting.

We pulled them apart, but now the one's
locked himself in the cabin, and he's

armed, and I'm afraid he might tend to
do harm to himself.

What happened?

He's gone mad.

There's nothing I can do about it.

You're right.

That opportunity passed.

Tubar! Rungar!

Follow me.

Break down the door.

What in the name of science?

What is it?

That's true. You will not get the
answer.

for the drowning victim.

Only if the victim drowned a week ago.

No. I don't have the answers.

But I'm gonna get some.

Tell us!

We're not leaving this room until you
tell us exactly what happened to you and

your crew.

I met an old mariner in a seaport
tavern.

Most of having a map.

An ancient map to an island.

Or a rocky perch where Poseidon would
rise from the depths of the sun himself.

A spot where the sea god would
occasionally leave his trident.

His little trident.

And you believed him?

I wish I hadn't.

It's Mariner.

He just gave you this map.

Tallow took it from him.

At first he had to kill her.

Cursed by Phil's blood.

We set sail for this speck of an island.

Now arriving in the general area, we set
to trolling from our longboat.

Why, I always travel with my dog.

For days we searched.

Found nothing.

Then I spotted it.

Sunlight glistening off the gold.

The trident.

We set her back to rowing, but... But
what?

A dolphin surfaced alongside us.

It seemed to warn us to turn back.

It was your enemy.

One of Poseidon's sirens.

A sea spirit that can change her form to
help or hinder sailors.

If it was, it wouldn't leave us.

It wouldn't allow us to get closer.

So I grabbed up a harpoon and speared it
through.

Why would you do that?

Because I had to remain in command.

What followed?

A dolphin rolled over in the water,

dying, moaning, staring

at us with its blackening eye.

When it cried out loud, it was no longer
the sound of an animal.

It was the voice of a lion.

Disappear beneath the waves.

Who's... Who's men?

Did you reach the island?

With this departure, a sudden storm
roared up from nowhere.

It forced us back to our main ship.

That wind howled and lashed at us.

And the other crew members, well, they
swore they heard a woman's voice on the

breath of that wind.

They became, for nothing, despicable.

So I ordered my top mates into the
longboat, and we left the others to the

despair. You what? They were useless. I
had no choice.

You abandoned them?

Yes, I did.

And we left them.

Still, they wailed like crying, pathetic
children.

There is no more grievous sin than
abandoning ship and crew.

I'd do it again in a heartbeat.

Some sacrifices must be made.

For the left of gold.

Yes!

You never thought.

You never felt its pull, its thrill.

It's far still.

All I need is a ship.

just died.

That's because we've returned.

It's beckoning call has summoned us
back.

They say we tie this madman up. But
you're not the captain.

But I am.

Confine this man to his quarters.

Wrong answer.

You're all going to do my bidding.

Or she died.

Now move to the other quarter.

Now!

Get in there.

All but you.

Stay out here with that.

Now, if any devil comes looking to even
the score, it'll find you.

This is your curse.

Not ours.

I'm more than willing to share.

And if I see any of your faces above
deck, she dies.

Barricade the door.

Quickly!

Make sure it keeps them there.

No! Not just yet.

Sinbad, may I remind you that a loony
has just taken control of our ship.

A loony who also has a blade at Maeve's
throat.

Sinbad's right.

We must exercise our care.

As soon as they depart, we'll make our
move.

Leave the weapon.

I'll have new order.

And those orders will be coming from me.

They're gone.

Well then, ye vote.

Damnation! Yes, we're not having much
luck with Doris today, are we?

I hesitate to consider what Von Dessel's
intentions might involve.

Well, at this point, he certainly seems
to hold all the cards.

And still overplaying his hand.

But one good trump card.

He's going to be a loser.

Let's just hope we get dealt that card.

We need to wedge something in there and
leverage the door open.

Well, leverage coming up.

Done.

Ah, that'll hold her.

Now man the short boat.

And make sure it's my short boat, not
yours.

Like the looks of that none of us do
we've got to get out of here over the

nearby area man everywhere

Cover

the water quickly put your

back into it man travel west and look
for a rocky bit There lies the golden

shrine of Poseidon. Bring it back by
sundown, or the woman dies.

Don't find it, and I'll leave you out in
the open sea.

Buddy, where on my back are we?

It's Frazier, Ungar! Stay with us!

One more step, and we're sharp.

He's not here to do us harm.

Are you your enemy?

They are, aren't you?

We're not a part of those men.

We're merely innocent bystanders who
have fallen under your attacker's

We now share the same enemy, and if
you'll let us, we'll right this wrong.

Let's regain our grip.

That's at the top of my to -do list.

Don't worry.

We can manage this one ourselves.

Von Tassel!

You! You want to face your...

Too late for either of it, Captain
Sinbad!

Stay back!

The deck!

Sorcery! No.

Punishment.

For transgressing the gods and
abandoning their crew, he and his top

became the unholy.

Wrong.

We became invincible.

I mean, the four of us pledged ourselves
to our evil and greed.

It was a bond that filled our longboat
with dark power. I mean, a power that

kept us safe and it will keep us safe
again.

Your soul is damned.

You can't survive.

Oh, I can.

I will.

I defy any and all who try to stop me.

See, once I have the Poseidon's trident
in my hand, all dominion and wealth will

become mine.

Mine!

Sing that!

Something's rising from the depths!

Captain's return sets the sails for
which direction, Captain?

Where we'll no longer be suppressed.

Aye, aye, Captain.

Aye, aye.

We all

perished

in that storm, didn't we?

I fear so.

As always.

Greed led them into treacherous waters.

And they incurred the wrath of the gods.

Traded their souls for gold.

Always a bad exchange rate.

Well put, big brother.

Look.

Could it be her?

Yes.