All language subtitles for seven_days_s02e08_the_collector

We have a divide that can allow us to
send one human being back in time.

Edwin Brooks, defraud priest turned
infamous serial killer who confessed to

brutal murders of 37 young women in a
nationwide spree of terror, will be put

death at the tick of midnight.

He doesn't have a damn care in the
world.

So let me get this straight. You kill 37
girls and God's going to come down from

the heavens to open your cage?

Yeah.

For I am his angel.

In the name of the

Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy
Spirit.

Amen.

I'll put in a good word for you Padre.

Come on, smile. Don't be so flat.

It's time to, uh... to,

uh... place another bet.

Olive, honey, it's Parker. Now... Oh,
yeah, I got it in space. Now, let's...

of course, but first I wanted to lay
down a grand.

Now, let's make that...

Twelve. Twelve thousand on Hollywood and
the Australian Football League.

What do you mean when you get the money
I owe you? You're talking to a very rich

man.

Olive, honey, I gotta call you right
back.

Yeah, okay. Bye.

Care for some champagne?

What about you, Ramsey? You look a
little bored.

Are you all right, Mr. Parker? You seem
a little flushed.

Never better.

Just won 2 ,000 bucks on Barcelona in
the World Bowl.

And I had a 101 shot on Dead in the
Water at Belmont.

You bet on a horse named Dead in the
Water?

And won 10 ,000 big ones.

And now you're going to gamble away all
your winnings, I suppose.

Gotta ride a streak while it's hot.

Well, that may be, but you're going to
have to ride the fear first.

A back step?

No, absolutely not.

I'm sorry.

Come on, Hobart, don't tell this to me.

A backstep could change everything. I
could lose.

That's risk.

Frank, I know you're familiar with the
Kingsley Dam disaster.

Over a thousand families lost.

The Army Corps of Engineers determined
that a faulty $12 switch caused the dam

to buckle. Frank, this one is simple.
You backstep, make the conundrum call,

we alert the engineers of the Kingsley
Dam.

Frank, are you feeling all right?

Yeah. Me? Great.

I hope you're saving 3 ,042 lives.

Let's buckle up, huh?

May I come in?

Sure. I'm a little bit concerned about
you, Mr. Parker.

It was right there, right in my hands.

Dead in the water could win again.

Yeah, and she might not.

You don't understand.

I've been waiting my whole life for the
big score. Now it's gone.

And, uh, how many people attended this
victory celebration?

Uh, one.

Okay, I'm canceling the backstop
immediately.

Operating the sphere under the influence
of alcohol is far too dangerous. You

know that.

I'm fine, really. I sprayed most of it
around, you know, like on TV.

I'm sober as a judge.

I really wish I could believe that.

You've got 3 ,042 good reasons to
believe it.

Okay.

I'd like to administer a little test.
You know the drill.

Fingers on the nose, that whole thing.

Anybody can do that.

Right finger, left finger, enough for
style points.

Now, could I do that if I were
inebriated?

Okay, I'll see you at the sphere.

Are you ready, Mr.

Parker?

Reactor at 100%. The

flickering

lights signal an end for Edwin Brooke.

serial killer who predicted God would
save him.

Department of Water Resources
immediately.

Frank, are you sure you're all right?

Yeah, I'm fine. But listen, I think I
hit a prison. You better get our people

out here pronto. If we don't do
something about this fast, we're going

every police officer in the state
crawling all over the sphere.

Please don't scream.

Here we have taped footage of a meteor
that hit Nebraska's state penitentiary,

releasing Edwin Brooks, former Jesuit
priest turned serial killer, whose

spree left at least 37 young women dead
and struck fear into heartland America.

Brooks, known as the Collector, used his
intelligence and charm to get close to

his unsuspecting victims.

Brooks and his accomplice, William
Westerly, kept the young women in cages,

serving them gourmet meals before they
were brutally murdered.

Family members and loved ones of the
victims gathered at the prison to pray

Brooks' recapture.

Only a cruel God would do something like
this.

I'm Christina... The FBI's best fugitive
pursuit team is on Edwin Brooks' trail.

I'm sure they'll have him back in
custody in no time.

Right.

Ego te.

Absorbe.

Apocatis tuis.

In nomine Patris.

In filii.

Spiritus Sancti.

for serial killer turned informant
William Westerly, the 34 -year -old

pharmacist was found dismembered earlier
this morning.

Authorities have yet to indicate that
they have found any clues as to the

whereabouts of Ann Wilson, missing
mother of two.

But there is little doubt the self
-proclaimed angel of death, Edwin

struck again.

Well, I think it's pretty obvious we
need to backstep as soon as we can.

I'm afraid that's not possible.

It's for national security only,
remember?

What are you talking about? We just back
-stepped for a stupid flood.

Newsflash. A stupid flood that took out
a secret government bio -lab.

Well, now, that's beautiful.

I knew it was too good to be true. God
forbid we should do it to save innocent

people.

Saving those lives was a fortunate by
-product.

By -product? Is that what you're going
to call the women he murders?

Frank, they're on Brooks' trail, man.
It's the FBI's job to catch psychos, not

ours. They'll fry this guy.

Yeah, but after he kills how many? Right
now he has a mother of two and it's...

It's my fault.

Frank, Edwin Bruck's escape was an
unfortunate accident.

Look, it's simple. We're the good guys.
We screwed up and now he's on the run.

But we can undo it. The NSA doesn't have
to know. It'll be our little secret.

We all feel as bad about this as you do,
but I'm sorry. My hands are tied.

Yeah, well, mine aren't.

Parker?

Where are you going, Parker?

Mine aren't tied at all.

You're going after Edwin Brooks, aren't
you?

That's a sweet ass.

Why is this so important to you? Oh, I'm
so sorry.

Because you were right. I had too much
to drink.

What?

On the other side of the timeline, I had
a 101 shot and celebrated with a little

too much champagne.

You tried to call off the back step, and
I told you I was fine.

But you weren't.

I was smashed. I lost control of the
sphere.

I'm the reason Edwin Brooks is loose.

You know, if you'll excuse me, I have
work to do.

Bitch.

Parker.

Sir.

Sir.

What is it, Nate?

Dr. Bukovic has just smuggled Parker off
the base. Now I'm dispatching two men

to chase them down.

No, no, no, no.

But Parker disobeyed a direct order.

Frank has put his life on the line for
this program time and time again.

Being the cause of Edward Bruck's escape
has clearly struck a nerve. If we can,

we'll give him whatever help he needs.

But sir.

That's an ordinate.

Oh, great.

Now we got a crazy man chasing a man.

Watch out!

Frank Parker, NSA.

I'm Agent Slater. I'm in charge of this
investigation.

This is a restricted area. Yeah, well,
we just want to take a look around.

Why the hell is the National Security
Agency involved in this case?

Sorry, pal. Need to know basics only.

D .S. E. Ray.

We've got our people trying to figure
out what it means.

Day of wrath or day of mourning. She
fulfilled the prophet's warning. Heaven

earth in ashes burning.

It's Masa DiCilano, a good 11th century
poet.

12 years of Catholic school, you learned
something.

Looks like Brooks is serving notice.

Agent Swain, I'm going to need all your
case files on Edwin Brooks.

I'll get them for you immediately.

Thank you.

Is that your phone?

It's not yours.

Like St. Francis of Assisi, one of the
few men who knows there can be no good

there is no evil.

Aren't you, Frank?

You delivered God's instrument.

That's the Tommaso di Celano quote. Ah,
very learned man.

This is going to be a very interesting
relationship.

Yeah, well, it can start as soon as you
tell me where you are, Prox. No, no, no,

no, no. The fun is going to start all
over again.

We'll talk soon, St. Francis.

Let's start profiling.

Edwin Brooks falls into the power
control category of serial killer.

In his book, he wrote that he picked out
his victims by the bounce of their

hair.

Their smile.

A touch of innocence mixed with
intelligence.

You're a very good dancer.

Thanks. I've been taking lessons.

Really?

That's interesting.

I'm putting together the European
review.

I mean, Paris, Rome, Luxembourg.

Would you like to audition?

Yeah, right.

I'm sorry.

You for real?

Absolutely.

Would you like some champagne?

Yeah.

Tony. Tony Bartlett.

Hi, Tony Bartlett. Chris.

You're young.

You're beautiful.

You're talented.

Now is the time to take a chance with
your life.

I don't know.

I've got a complication.

and wonderful.

I don't have to take him out of school
and he just got ejected.

I hope you don't mind our chocolate.

It's okay.

You're very pretty.

He wants absolute and unquestioned
dominance.

He keeps them from three to seven days.

When they don't cooperate or he gets
tired of them, he kills them.

We need to force him into making a
mistake.

He believes he's smarter than us. Yeah.

We'll be right there.

Just snatched another one.

I'll be brought down to hell for the
size of that.

Not blood. You have to quench it.

Can't you see that?

She fits Edwin Brock's profile.

I'm going to find you, Brooks.

Don't count on it. The only mistake I
made was having an accomplice, but dear

old Bill paid for his transgression.

Oh, in case you're concerned, the lovely
Anne and beautiful Joanie are doing

just fine.

Cantos, St. Francis.

Cantos is a reference to Dante's
Inferno. Don't you think it's a bit of a

shot? Yeah, well, it's the only shot
we've got.

Thank you.

There really is no point in screaming.

Nobody can hear you.

There, there.

Eat. Please?

I'm not hungry. I don't want anything to
eat.

I want to go home.

Try the wine.

It's a nice marmalade. I like it.

That was a mistake.

How long have you been standing there?

Uh, about 10 seconds.

Too late.

Just talked to Swain.

He's got two dozen agents looking over
the alley at Las Bruxelles.

Nada. Like he disappeared into thin air.

Kudos, Frank. You got my Dante glue.
Very well done.

Did you like my little present?

I'm afraid lovely Joanie became a bit
tedious.

I'm gonna get you, Brooks. You can count
on that. Of course you will, Frank.

But will it be in time for Sweet Anne?

You son of a bitch.

Oh, don't get mad, Frank.

We formed a special bond under the
hunter's moon.

You know, Frank, I'm looking for a new
partner. Interested?

Sure. Let's see who's crazier.

Oh, you're on, Frank.

Look out your window.

I said I need the car.

You what?

I'm on it.

Nate, get in here. We've got a code red.

Is anyone here?

Is anyone here?

Yes.

I'm here.

Is that... Is that Anne or Joanie?

Anne.

Joanie was down below.

She said something to upset him and he
went into her cage with a machete.

Don't... Don't make him mad, please.

and kill the envious moon.

You look like you could use a little
freshening.

It won't do you any good to scream.

We're an abandoned railway tunnel,
sealed off from the world.

Do you like pecan -crusted medallions of
beef in a Madeira sherry sauce?

Yes, very much.

Excellent.

And a nice red wine.

Well done.

Really.

Mars.

Did they teach you psychology at the NSA
training center?

Dr. Bukovic.

Actually, I studied at the University of
Moscow.

Brains and beauty.

My favorite.

You and Frank Parker have a very
unusual...

Working relationship, no?

We're simply colleagues.

Come, come, doctor.

I see how you are together.

I see how you look at one another.

How you're every touch.

Do you think Frank Parker is in love
with you?

It's ridiculous.

Shall we call Frank and find out?

Is it set?

Almost there.

Brooks, let me speak to Olga.

I assure you, Frank, she's tip -top.

It'll take me some time before I tire of
our little Formosa Rusica.

You heard her. I'll kill you with my
bare hands.

Thank you, Frank.

You just cleared up a little discrepancy
between the good doctor and myself.

All right, Brooks.

Just let me speak to her.

No, Frank.

I'm intrigued.

You were God's instrument of
deliverance.

Maybe Dr.

Vukovic could edify me.

The nature of this meteor you arrived
in. You want to know what it is? Well,

let me speak to Olga.

Say hello, dear.

Frank!

Friend to friend?

She's way out of your class.

Cymbeline.

Act two.

Scene two.

You get it?

This is the exact wine I used to fill
the chalice at high mass.

Scooch.

I hope you're hungry.

I'm so glad.

Anne seems to have lost her appetite and
joanie well.

My little secret is a vine across the
pecans.

Isn't that divine?

Yes.

Try the claret.

It's to die for.

I can't stand the waiting.

Olga's smart. She's tough.

She'll make it.

Frank, we're tracking Brux's movement.

This is where Ann Wilson and Joni
Bartlett were abducted. The club where

chased Brux.

The alley where he lost him. Where Olga
was abducted. He's somewhere in that

circle. It's mostly hotels and
businesses.

Well, he needs a place to keep the
women. Somewhere he can come and go

attracting attention.

He needs to buy food.

We're made food. The red dots are high
-end delis and liquor stores.

When he services Frank, we'll be ready
for him.

Frank, Cymbeline, that's, um...
Shakespeare.

What's the last line?

Though this is a heavenly angel, hell is
here.

You know, Frank actually believes he'll
be able to save you.

He's a very resourceful man.

Really?

Tell me, Doctor, do you find our St.
Francis handsome?

Oh, he's very good -looking in a non
-traditional way.

Better looking than me?

Different, you know.

We should have followed him to Olga.

And if we lost him?

Brucks.

Brucks!

We're not leaving here until you tell us
where you have them.

Where's Ann Wilson and Olga Vukovic?

Where the hell are they?

May I have a glass of white water,
please, ancient queen?

There you go.

You'll starve to death without me.

It would be a shame to waste so
exquisite a specimen as Dr.

Vukovic.

Wouldn't you say so, Frank?

Frank? Where is he?

Come on, Clark.

Where's the wonderful feeling, isn't it,
Frank?

Makes your heart go pitter -pat and your
palms sweat.

Tell me, Frank.

How many people have you killed?

One thing you can count on your next.

God will deliver me again.

I am God's chosen one. I will do his
bidding.

Listen to me we're going to get out of
here. Okay when he comes back and opens

that cell We're going home, I promise
you.

I'm... This guy's not gonna break.

Well, I know a couple of tricks we could
try.

You hook a 12 -volt battery up to his
gonads, that'll make him sing.

We'd all like to make him talk.

But we're members of the United States
National Security Agency and sworn to

uphold the law.

Let's go over to the intel. We're
missing something.

He's still pretty good with explosives.

Decent. What?

Well, he believes God's going to deliver
him again.

It's a long shot, Frank. It may be our
only shot.

Come on.

He's in the alley.

For God's sake, don't lose him again,
Frank.

Oh, man, not again.

What's going on?

Talk to me, buddy.

Come on, Frank.

You're gonna kill her.

Wait until the hell is here.

Let the frog settle the bitches on the
ground.

I thought you were bringing food.

My change of plans.

We could have been so good together.

You okay?

It's over, it's over, it's over.

It's all right, it's all right, it's
over.

Everything's all right now.

It's all right.

It's over.

It's over, okay?

It's over.

It's over.

Take me to my son.

Hey, what's up?

You know, after Somalia and what I went
through on Hanson Island, I tried to run

away from my memories.

It didn't work.

What you said about evil.

You believe him?

That good can't exist without evil.

He was crazy, right?

Right.

He's gone, Olga.

There's nothing he can do to you or any
other woman ever again.

I know.

There's a cold one waiting for you when
you're ready.

Here's your baby.

All the blood work is fine.

He's a beautiful baby.