All language subtitles for Relic Hunter S02e15 Run Sydney Run

AHHHHH!

The rebels came from nowhere, Sidney.
They blocked the road.

Get ready.

Maybe we can offer them the sword.

Why bargain with you for what they can
take from your dead hands?

Surrender? Best we could hope for is
death.

The best we could hope for? Come on. We
heard that the rebels ransomed for

prisoners. You, maybe.

Not us.

On my mark, we make for the woods.

Away from the rebels.

Stay close, Nigel. Okay.

Go.

Nigel!

Hello?

Hello?

Hello? Hello?

Nigel? Anybody?

Locked from the inside.

Needs salt.

Gunfire.

What is this place?

You're wearing a uniform. What are you,
a rebel?

Were you the one that ambushed us?

No, you didn't, or no, you have no idea
what I'm saying right now.

Thanks for the borscht. I gotta go.

Justified.

Dogs.

No keys.

You won't find any ammunition in there.

Don't shoot.

Who are you?

I saved your life. Then why don't you
call off your dog and tell me why you

shoot people that haven't done anything
to you?

And how much do you expect to get from
me on the hostage market?

Talk to me!

Get your rat. You'll need it.

Search her before you tuck her in.

I don't want her getting loose again.

Go to hell.

This isn't like Sydney at all. At all,
at all. You know how she is.

Sometimes she just gets too caught up in
her work.

They dropped off the face of the earth.

As of tomorrow, it'll be two weeks.

Hot on the trail of some dusty sword,
too busy to call. You know, Sid.

Yeah.

And she's never been this overdue
before.

You can study.

Yes? Who is it?

It's about time.

Uh -huh.

Uh -huh.

Oh.

Sure.

The military escort that took Sidney and
Nigel to find the sword is missing

also. What do they mean missing?

Vanished. Without a trace? What about
search teams?

They say best case the rebels got them.

Worst case.

No. No, I don't want to hear about worst
case.

They're going to get out.

You know Sid.

Yeah. I'm still here.

Room service. You're a little late this
morning.

I'll take the coffee, juice, eggs,
and... Could you take a look at these? I

didn't seem to order them.

It would seem to be a problem.

Then how about taking them off? I
promise it'll reflect in your tip.

Next thing you'll be trying to do is
tear out my heart and convince me I'm

better off without it.

Which wouldn't give me an opportunity to
properly introduce myself.

Zarlof, you are a guest in my home.

And as for the ransom, there is none.

You're free to go.

You're not one of the rebels?

No.

You... You were the one that dressed my
wound.

Yes. And you brought me here.

Yuri and I came upon the aftermath of
the ambush.

Yuri's a big fella.

That's right.

Thanks for saving my life, then.

So why do I feel like a prisoner?

Excuse my crude efforts to restrain you
from reopening your wound, but by the

time we found you, you'd lost quite a
lot of blood.

How long... Two weeks ago. Two weeks?

What about the other?

Dead.

What about my assistant that was with
me?

I'm sorry.

What? Their bodies were committed.

Proper words were said.

Your friend did not suffer.

He died with honor.

You almost make that sound like it was
normal.

This part of the world it is.

How can you be so sure it was him?

There was only one other civilian in
your party?

A male in his twenties?

Yes.

I still can't believe it.

Eat, please.

I'm not hungry, thanks.

You need your strength, Sydney.

How do you know my name?

I never told you.

Your ID.

Of course, I checked it when I found
you.

What about my crossbow, the rest of my
things?

We brought all we found. The rebels
robbed you of the rest before they left

to die.

Starving yourself won't bring him back.

You were close.

He was my assistant at the university.

And this is his wake.

A toast.

Northrovia.

What brought you so far from home?

The chance to find an ancient artifact
for the Hermitage Museum.

The Sword of Atias.

We found it in the lake.

For the rebel. The rebel, the Gavinian
dog, to be exterminated without mercy.

I would kill every last one of them
myself.

Yuri and I.

I may just join you.

I'm done.

I'm sorry.

You've been through a terrible ordeal.

I just need to be alone.

I understand.

Why doesn't Yuri speak for himself?

He has no tongue.

The rebels cut it out.

Why?

You've never said.

What are you two doing out here anyway,
out in the middle of nowhere?

No mystery.

This is my home.

I was born to a diplomatic family,
educated at UCLA, returned to Russia,

the military because that is what was
expected, and served with great honor.

You fought the rebels.

In Afghanistan, Chechnya, and now here.

Until one perfect summer afternoon, I
was leading a hunter -seeker unit, very

elite, behind enemy lines, and we were
ambushed much like you were.

Most died in the first assault.

Many more in hand -to -hand combat.

As night fell and ammunition ran out, I
was having a very,

very bad day.

They hunted the rest of us down
relentlessly, and by dawn I was alone,

and delirious.

waiting for the end.

But as I waited for death, I heard a
voice.

You don't regret.

Live.

And loud.

So loud, let me tell you.

It wasn't until the voice stopped that I
realized that I had killed every blood.

blessed one of the rebels in his bed.

When you found my ID, you must have
called someone.

No.

No? I have no phone.

No phone? No fax, no computer, no TV.

Nothing. Every few months, the
helicopter delivers my mail, more fuel

generator, all the supplies I want.

Is there a town nearby?

Yeah. Not for more than 100 miles.

So what am I until then?

Your prisoner?

Yeah.

If I could have called for help before
now, I would have.

Starloff, you have a truck outside.

Give me a map. I'll find my own way to
town. The truck's engine is broken down.

It's not going anywhere until the
helicopter brings it apart.

When's that?

A few weeks.

A month.

I can't stay a month.

Short of walking, there's no other way
out of here.

Try to enjoy it. There's plenty of room.

Come hunting with me.

Like for these poor animals you have on
your wall? No, thanks.

If I could intrigue you with the offer
of a more challenging prey.

I only hunt relics.

Relics.

Historical artifacts of ancient
civilization.

Like the sword that brought you here.

Relic.

Well, I'm going hunting tonight, if you
change your mind.

By the way, one of our key cards is
missing.

The one you had earlier.

You didn't happen to see where it went,
did you?

No, I must have dropped it.

You don't remember where?

No.

Naturally, preventing intruders is
paramount for us.

As for guests, it's safer not to wander
outside. I wouldn't want to confuse you

with any large game moving in the
forest.

Thanks for the warning.

You coming in?

Not tonight.

I see you found Yuri's card.

They all look the same, don't they?

This is the master.

Allows me to lock any door from the
outside.

In case you find your lost card and
cameras are fusing it this evening for

nocturnal ramblings.

Take her, but don't damage her. I want
this one alive.

Go!

Joel! Sydney.

Am I glad to see you.

Likewise.

Donald told me you were dead.

Likewise. I've been stuck down here in
one of these cells ever since we

I met our friend Yuri here, and I had a
look outside, but I didn't see enough.

I haven't been outside once, although
that behemoth takes the others upstairs

one by one, and I never see them again.

It's all off.

Is there another way out of here?

I can see.

Here, take this.

The swipe card, it opens all the doors.

Meet me upstairs on the second floor.

Where are you going?

Upstairs.

Not you.

Back inside.

I didn't mean to hit you.

You know, I just can't put my finger on
what's wrong with all these dead animal

heads on your wall.

These are looking a little old.

A little musty.

A little moth -eaten. I took the last
one in Africa years ago.

I keep them now for old time's sake.

My old friends.

I only hunt one game now.

The most dangerous game?

A thinking animal.

The perfect prey.

You hunt people.

The challenge is so much more
exhilarating.

Let me share that feeling with you,
Sydney.

Hunt with me.

No! Not even to save your own life? No.

Ah, yes.

You'd sacrifice yourself in a heartbeat.

But to save a friend?

What are you talking about?

I hunt you.

or Nigel dies.

Choose.

What are the rules?

You piqued my curiosity, so I looked up
Aedius in the books of my library.

His sword has a legendary place in the
history of my country.

You're taking up history. I'm taking up
hunting. Nice touch.

Aedius understood the power. He forced
warring tribes to choose a champion.

He drove the sword into the ground
between the two warriors.

And they fought until only one was left
standing. So?

While the loser's entire tribe was put
to the sword.

Two warriors fight to the death with the
fate of their tribes hanging in the

balance.

Could there be a more supreme test of
human will in the hot blood of combat?

It's a sword.

Take it.

You'll need all the edge you can get.

I've never lost.

Stay alive for three days and you and
Nigel go free.

You have a six -hour head start.

Don't waste it by running yourself in
circles like all the rest of them do.

See you in three days.

Please, call me as soon as you hear
anything.

Spasiba.

I had a show.

They found the bodies of some of
Sidney's team.

There was an ambush.

Nigel and Sidney?

Weren't among them.

What about the ransom demand?

There still hasn't been one.

The rebels are denying all
responsibility. Who else would have

the middle of nowhere if it wasn't the
rebels?

Well, I mentioned something about a
retired army colonel.

who apparently lived somewhere near
where they were last seen.

All right, just keep thinking positive
thoughts.

Sydney is going to be all right. She
always knows exactly what she's getting

into.

Yeah.

And the thing is, she makes it look so
easy. I know something about the

You know, I did field work. And very
distinguished work, I'm sure.

Look, all I'm trying to say...

Is it sometimes she makes it look so
easy that we forget how dangerous it is?

Yes. Yes, she does.

I just can't imagine Sidney not coming
back after this one, too.

No, Claudia, we cannot allow ourselves
to think thoughts like that.

Right. There are powerful members on our
board. I'll make some calls.

Military contact, aircraft
manufacturers, even satellite TV. We'll

I wish you'd answer me one of these
times.

Just making conversation.

Right, right.

There's time for a conversation anyway.

Shell casings.

Sarloff.

Hope I'm luckier than you were, buddy.

Come on, buddy.

Find the pit.

It's right under your feet.

Come on.

There you go.

I love you.

Oh, Sidney.

Sidney, I'm disappointed.

The art of war is to know one's enemy.

Understand his weaknesses.

Exploit them.

In the end, you, like all the others,
underestimated the will necessary to

survive.

The price for that in war... is death.

You said me!

I won't make that mistake again!

Yuri, get the dog.

Nigel,

come on!

We managed to lock him in with the dogs.
It's all up. I used that pit trap,

lured him into it. But once he figures
it out, I don't know how long it'll hold

him.

I found a garage with a truck inside.

I couldn't find any keys and I kind of
ran out of time.

What are you doing?

Hot wiring, boosting, cracking.

Uh, Sid, don't take this the wrong way,
but how many times have you got why to

trust? I watched Gone in 60 Seconds.
Nicolas Cage.

Cool. He's a babe.

You learned from a movie?

That is how I learned to speak English.

Movie. We're all going to die.

Well, really.

Short, across the ground wire. This
should be working.

Nigel, check under the hood.

Nigel, look outside.

Sarlacc found it.

The sword.

That wasn't here when we came in.

He's calling me out.

What? Sarlacc knows the history of the
sword.

A champion's challenge.

In ancient times, a sword would be
placed in a sacred circle. The warring

would nominate a champion, and the two
would square off in a battle to the

death.

Usually the death of the one that
couldn't control the sword.

So I could shoot his way in any time.
I'll play his game.

Sydney, what can I say?

Good luck.

I knew you'd recognize the meaning of
the sword.

I believe in ancient times, the
champions would bow to each other to

beginning of battle.

Let's just get this over with, okay?

To a glorious death.

I promise I'll say something nice at
your funeral.

Looking for this?

This doesn't have to end like this.

Oh, I think it does.

I'm not going to kill you.

Yes, you are.

I'm not going to kill you.

for my 1015 Sumerian studies.

Filed by period, greening tabbed,
alphanumerically coded.

Oh, by the way, Agnes from the dean's
office called. Apparently he's... On his

way down?

Sidney.

Nigel. Glad to see you made it back
safely, although we never really doubted

that you would.

Thank you. By the way, you should know
that the State Department has confirmed

you weren't actually ambushed by the
rebels. Apparently this rogue colonel

his associate had quite a busy time
gathering players for their game and...

Blaming the disappearances on the war.
Well, we're just glad to be back.

the Russian government is so grateful
for all that you've done, returning the

sword, et cetera, that they sent a
special envoy to thank you personally.

apparently you know her.

I do?

Tessie.

Nice. Is it me?

Our associate, Claudia.

Hello. Hi.

With thanks from my government, a small
token of appreciation and an open

invitation to return any time.

Well, thank you very much.

Likewise. Are you here for very long?
Just a few days.

I'm sure you'll be very busy.

All that time taken up with meetings and
stuff.

Actually, no.

I was hoping to maybe take in a few
sights, see a movie.

Maybe... Nigel?

Oh, you mean me?

Well, I mean, of course, I'd love to,
but if it's okay with you...

I'm sitting.