All language subtitles for Into The Labyrinth s02e07 Succession

Roscoe, that's the Pachysimeter, the
Nidus. I defend the Nidus!

The Nidus, source of all my

powers, has split into five pieces.

But Belor has already denied me
possession of four parts.

Unless every fragment is regained.

I can eventually grow weaker and die.

They can only be seen in reflection.

Find the five pieces of the nidus.

Bring them to me.

Go on, Helen.

I can't see a thing.

Where's Terry?

Here. Well, wait for it. You must keep
together. Come on, it's opening out.

What a bird.

What? A bird, just above my head.

Come on.

What was that?

Not another bird.

You don't have birds underground.

I thought I heard a voice.

No,

Helen. Don't be afraid.

Come on.

Look!

What is it?

Robbers. Pillaging the sacred tomb of
Tutankhamun on the eve of his burial.

What else was found on them? Just the
lamp, Hope Princess Matartan.

We found it in the cave.

And you put it there, didn't you? Watch
your tongue, boy, or you will lose it.

Return the lamp to the burial chamber.

Anyone caught trying to steal from a
tomb is put to death.

And when it is the pharaoh's tomb... Do
you know we're not tomb robbers, Belor?

Do as I bid you and leave.

Rothko must be desperate.

He knows that soon I shall have the last
Midas fragment, and then he will lose

his powers forever.

Not if we get it first.

No, I shall have it.

Meanwhile, you will await my pleasure.

What have you done with them? I shall
not be needing them, only you. You will

helping me.

I will not.

Would you rather your friends were
destroyed?

And you say it is ready, Zetek?
Everything needful has been done?

The viscera removed?

The salts and unguents supplied?

You have had 70 days.

At the appointed time.

And still the pharaoh's body is not
properly embalmed.

My lord?

Do you question my judgment?

I am Lord A, the king's chamberlain.

More oil must be applied.

Too much and the bandages will rot.

More oil, Zetek.

Is he here?

Your Majesty? The Hittite prince I am to
marry, where is he?

You said he would be here in time.

Be calm, Queen Akasapaten. You said if I
were to marry again before the king is

buried, I could still be queen.

There is still time.

Tutankhamun is to be buried tonight.

His body is not ready for burial.

Not until I say so.

Do you understand?

Not until the prince I have sent for has
arrived.

What if Matatan has captured him?

They say she has taken prisoners on the
pretext of robbing the tomb. If she is

holding my prince... Your sister would
not dare.

She means to be pharaoh.

There has never been a woman pharaoh.

The people would not accept it.

Who will succeed, then, when my husband
Tutankhamun is buried?

I will find your prince.

You will succeed.

But the funeral rites... Will have to be
delayed until we are ready.

Muttatan will not allow it. It is I, the
King's Chamberlain, who will decide.

Not your sister.

The Lord Chamberlain awaits the Hittite
prince.

He wishes the young widowed queen to
remarry and keep the succession.

But the Hittite prince is not here, so
it is I who will have the succession.

The Chamberlain also seeks to delay the
burial. That he must not do.

You have done well to tell me of this,
Setish.

See that everything is ready for the
burial tonight.

Yes, my lady.

My lady!

The Lord Chamberlain demands to see the
prisoner.

Demands? Then tell him I am privy to all
his plotting.

But if he wishes to see the prisoner,
take him to the aviary. Go.

My lady.

Who's the Chamberlain?

You will meet him in due time.

Is it Roscoe?

Roscoe! Roscoe!

Roscoe! This way, my lord.

What was that, my lord?

Come, this way.

Roth!

He could not hear you.

From henceforth you will listen, but not
speak.

Tonight the body of the king will be
entombed here forever, together with all

his treasure, never to be seen again.

Is it not beautiful?

Can you see the reflection of the other
night of fragments I control?

Soon I shall have the final part, and
then my powers will go unchallenged, and

Roscoe will be known.

Look! What is it?

Look!

Roscoe! Roscoe!

What spell has been cast

on them?

There should be three.

Where is the other?

But my two little code birds can only
walk.

What has become of me?

What evil has Matatan done?

There, my pretties.

You will find it much quieter in there.

Do you think they like being locked up
in a box?

Come down and listen.

Listen to them crying to get out.

Get us out of here. We can hardly
breathe.

We can hardly breathe. Roscoe, help.

What is it? What are you doing here,
Arkansas Barton? I have more right to be

my husband's tomb than you.

I have come to tell you that the burial
will be delayed.

Why? The Lord Chamberlain has declared
the embalming is not yet finished.

It must be. The custom is 70 days apart.

And if the entombment does not take
place tonight, Tutankhamun's shade will

bring pestilence upon the land.

Go and tell the Lord A that once the
obsequies are completed, the new pharaoh

will be proclaimed.

What new pharaoh? Until I marry again,
there can be none.

Tonight you will make your obeisance to
him.

To whom?

The true heir to the throne, my son. You
have no son.

Was I not with child when my husband so
mysteriously died? The child died at

birth. Indeed he did not, my dear
sister. Tonight he will come into his

grandson of Akhenaten, the true pharaoh
of Egypt.

Where's your son now, then? Before me.

Invested with my powers, you will find
none to challenge you.

Oh, great king.

He has no son. I saw him. He's going to
be declared pharaoh.

This imposter will not rule.

She will.

Accept my offer and you will be as happy
as anyone ever can be.

Your friends will be, too.

They will live with you at court.

Look, the boy King Tutankhamun enjoyed
himself, did he not?

But he died young. You will have Belor
to protect you. With my powers to guard

over you, what can you fear?

Think about it.

But not for too long.

You have only to say yes and mean it and
you will have no memory of any other

life. It's my other life that I want.

Soon your friends will have no life at
all.

Perhaps you should join them and find
out what they want you to do.

She wants to make me pharaoh.

She said you could live with me in the
palace, and as we'd never remember

anything else, we'd be happy.

You have only to say yes and need it.

Let us out of here! We can hardly
breathe!

Where are the children?

Release them, I command you, in the name
of the dead king whose burial place you

profane with your evil practice. Is that
all you can call upon now, Roscoe, a

dead king?

He has no powers left.

The children are there.

Go on, strike again. Use up what little
strength you have.

Every bolt you fire simply makes you
weaker, Roscoe. I have four parts of the

nidus. It is I who commands.

You see, even the animal kingdom obeys
me.

They are the hunted now, Rosto, and you
are the hunted. You can no more command

my kingdom than the boy king Tutankhamun
could.

Only

your

friend can save you.

Go to the palace and tell the Lord
Chamberlain that the funeral rites must

now.

Helen? Terry?

They don't know me.

They will come to know you as the
pharaohs soon.

Then the three of you will be close
friends again, much as it was before.

Before? They have already forgotten
their other life.

What other life?

So, you are forgetting yours, too?

No, no.

We were on a hillside, and it was
raining. A dream.

Just a dream.

Do you not recognize me?

I am Rothko, my lord.

Who are they?

They are not of this time, but Belor has
trapped them in it.

I have wasted my powers, and now when I
need them most.

My lord.

My lord.

The mourners are in the courtyard.

Bring the king's body back in here.

But, my lord.

Do as I say. I still have some authority
in this land.

When this new pharaoh is proclaimed,
what will become of us?

All will yet be well.

First, I must awaken these children.

Yes.

There it is again.

A certain power that I always feel in
the presence of the pharaoh.

It is my hope that he will aid us now.

Children, put your hands on the coffin.

Look into the golden mask.

What do you see?

Tell me what you see.

It's the one running.

Who is it?

Who do you see running?

Why, it's Phil.

We can see Phil.

Rothko, are you all right?

Yes, completely.

It was as if the effort took all the
strength I had left.

And yet, I am restored.

There is something here.

Something beneath the pharaoh's shroud.

I know it.

Where's Phil?

Let the king's dagger be placed in his
belt.

And the ring upon his finger.

You look well, my son.

Take up the golden trumpet and lay it
upon his lap.

All you need now is the royal fan. Give
it to him.

Oh, Michael.

Make your obeisance to the new king.

The trumpet.

It belongs to the king.

Why is it on your lap? You dare to
question his divine majesty?

His hunting dagger in your belt.

His ring upon your finger.

The fan, too.

He has no right. They belong to
Tutankhamun. They belong to him. He is

You have no son.

Tonight you will throw yourself at his
feet and beg to become his footstool. Do

you deny that Smenkhira gave me a child?
The child was stillborn.

Is it proof you seek?

My son can open the very gates of the
underworld if I let him. He can show you

the path a dead king's spirit will walk
this very night.

Even the god Osiris will acknowledge him
as pharaoh if I choose.

But you do not choose, Belor.

You dare not.

Whatever powers he has, you have merely
lent him.

Lent him.

Open the gates to the underworld.

For him to do this, you must give him
your powers.

Give him.

And this you dare not do, for fear he
might use them against you. You waste

time, Roscoe. He is my son and will be
pharaoh.

You see?

The first part of the nidus is his now.

Roscoe!

The fan, too.

Can you guess where the other two pieces
of the nidus are, Rothko? Or will you

be too late to claim the dagger?

The ring!

You are too late. They are his now, and
his will prevents you from claiming

them. You have my powers now, my son.

Use them to prove to all that you are
Pharaoh.

Please, Phil, give them to Rothko. Let
him claim them.

They're yours to do what you like with.
As pharaoh, you will have sway over all

the known world.

And when the last part of the nidus is
yours, together our power will be

absolute. Give it to Rothko.

Or Rothko will weaken and die, will he
not?

Phil, no!

I command the walls to open. No!

In the name of Osiris and the divinity
in me as pharaoh.

Now do you all believe that God has
acknowledged him too?

It is your spell, Belor, not his.

Your evil would corrupt all that is
good, even beyond the grave.

Silence, almighty king! Put that man to
death in the name of the pharaoh.

There can be no pharaoh while the great
pharaoh lives.

The pharaoh lives in me.

Even while Tutankhamun still reigns?

Well, Belor, where is the last fragment
of the nidus, Belor?

The source of my strength in his
majesty's presence.

The key of life itself.

I deny... No need, Belor.

For I now give it to your young
pretender. No, Rothko, you mustn't.

It's the last piece.

Claim it, Rothko, please.

The whole nidus is now yours, my boy.

Take it.

You are mad, Rothko.

If my faith in the human spirit is
madness, then I am mad.

If my trust in this youth is madness, so
be it.

How much do you trust him, Belor?

Claim it, almighty king.

I claim the nidus.

So it was all a paltry trick to delay
succession.

Well, I will show you real power.

Mighty Pharaoh, destroy them.

No. No, no.

Run, Helen, quick.

Hunt them down, my son.

Let them look upon your face as you kill
them.

You fool, Rothko.

The Nidus is mine.

The Pharaoh is mine. The universe is
mine because of your per... Pathetic

in humanity.

I have such faith.

my eternal son, destroy them!

Phil, no!

We are friends, Phil!

Friends?

I threw it away.

You denied it to Belor.

There was no other way for you.

What'll happen to you now?

Me? Oh, I am condemned to live out my
life.

For how long?

For quite some time yet. Will we meet
you again?

Perhaps, if Belor should rise up again
for some evil purpose, I might seek you

out to help me.

How could you fight Belor without the
Nidus?

Ah.

You threw it into the waters of time.

Its powers are now there for all who
seek enlightenment.

I too can tap that source.

It will sustain me and enable me to
travel wherever I please.

Go now.

Back to your own world, where I do have
power enough to send you.

Helen, what are you doing here? Terry
and I were... How are you? Fine.

Long time since I saw you both.

Is it?

I seem to feel we've been together
recently.

Haven't we?

They brought us together.

Oh, don't be silly, Helen. How could
they? They're just bits of quartz,

all. I'm not so sure.

Remember the old man who gave them to
us?

Souvenirs. Memories. A strange sort of
guy.

What was his name?

Funny sort of name.

Roscoe. Yes.

That's right. I remember now. Rothko.

Rothko.

Yes.

Remember my name, children.

But only that.