All language subtitles for The Pretender The Island of the Haunted (3)

Behold it, girl.

They're not here.

They're up with tenders among us.

I was taken from my family. 36 ,000.
He's already demonstrating more talent

any of our others.

How many people died because of what I
thought up? Since I broke out, I've

every moment searching for my path.

He's a pretender.

A genius who can become anyone that he
wants to be.

The Thunder wants him alive.

Preferably. He defends the weak and
abused.

Life's a gift.

Are you a doctor?

I am today.

Talk to me, Daddy.

This is not the way it's supposed to be.

Catatonia is a schizophrenic disorder
marked by stupor and mutism.

No doubt brought on by the trauma of the
gunshot head wound he suffered.

Can't you wake him up?

No, he's awake.

He's just trapped in there.

I'd like to be alone with my father.

If, in fact, you are my real father.

Daddy.

Are you in there, Daddy?

Look at this.

It was sent to me anonymously.

Do you have any idea why my mother and
Jared's mother are together?

I didn't even know they knew each other.

Is this what you had so much to tell me
about?

Hey, sis.

You gotta get out of here.

Why?

They say so.

What are Adama and his triumvirate goons
doing here?

Well, now that Dad's awake and, uh...

They're taking over his protection. They
want him isolated.

Why, are they afraid of what he might
say or who he might drool on?

I don't know, but I have a feeling it
has something to do with the vault on SL

-15 they blew to pieces last night.

Looking for what?

Hell if I know.

What if it rains has something to do
with this?

Doubt it. He hasn't even resurfaced from
his latest disappearing act.

Truth is, don't know, don't care.

When these crazies who lose get this
pissed off, all I do is follow orders.

And now that Dad's brains are as
scrambled as yesterday's eggs, we're

need somebody else to put in charge
around here.

Consider me an applicant.

If it isn't another parker.

Surprised to see you here.

Really? Considering my family has been
running this place since... Graham Brent

runs the center.

You leave us now.

You aren't one hair on my father's head,
Adama, and so help me. I never liked

you either.

Miss Parker.

Not now, Brutes. No, no.

It's an ancient symbol of some sort.

Yes.

Eight skeletal figures on the
circumference of the symbol.

You've seen it.

Do you have an address?

I have been searching for this for
weeks. I'd be happy to hold.

Yes,

I have a pen.

It's on the wall outside the alley
sports bar.

Thank you very much.

me for five years. Why don't you just
leave me alone?

You know, that's not the way it is.

My job is to catch and return you to the
center.

You run, I chase, just like always.

Besides, I need answers.

About? About who my real father is,
about who I really am.

Welcome to the club.

That photograph that both of us were
emailed of our mothers, what's the name?

You work for the center. I thought you
people know everything.

I know they still want you back.

Why? Because I'm a pretender?

Because I can become anyone I want to
be?

I'm not buying that one anymore.

It's something else. Just tell me what
you know about that photograph.

I'm not sure what it means, but
something tells me it holds the key to

whole puzzle.

And the first one to find the answers
wins.

The museum people say that Dr. Jarrett
was the funniest archaeosymbologist that

ever worked for them.

Yes, he's a regular laugh riot.

What exactly is an archaeosymbologist?

Do you know? It's the study of the
origin of unexplainable symbols passed

through the ages. It's a quite exciting
field.

I can just imagine the crop circle
deciphering parties that you're having.

Is there any other symbol in particular
that intrigued Jarrett?

No. The people at the museum said this
was the only thing he looked at.

That whole box is full of different
photo enhancements of it. It's creepy,

Eight skulls in a circle, guarding some
kind of giant chest in the middle.

They said Jared was obsessed with
finding out where it came from.

Whatever the symbol means, Jared's
obsession tells me it's personal.

And the first one to the answers went.

Well, most people don't even notice that
spooky thing.

It's why I'm here.

I've been doing some research on
symbology, which led me to this

Well, I owe you some time for our going
-out -of -business sale.

I swear this joint's got a mojo on it.

Mojo? Yeah, you know, one of those
locations where no matter what business

run out of it, the place goes belly up.

I mean, this is a sports bar, right?

It's got a college campus, and I can't
give beer away.

I'm looking for someone who may have
been here years ago.

Someone who might have been interested
in the symbol on the wall.

Oh, yeah, the Crazy Eights, huh?

Crazy Eights? Well, that's what I call
it, anyway.

They got your eight freaky dead guys in
a circle there around that other weird

thing? Crazy Eights. I say it all
started with the, uh, the Spacians. The

Spacians? The secret society that was
founded about a hundred years ago.

Right in this very building.

Secret society?

Yeah, you know, like, uh, guys that ride
around on a minibike with the fezes on.

Anyway, rumor has it that some immigrant
guy set up shop here and amassed a

fortune holding these evil worship -type
meetings down in the basement.

Sounds a little far -fetched, don't you
think?

Yeah, that's what I thought at first,
too.

So we started doing renovations in the
basement.

We found all the stuff.

It's back here.

We're going to add a second sewer line
down here until the plumber uncovers

this.

He, uh, he wouldn't finish the job.

I, uh, can't say as I blame him.

What the

hell?

Damn it, it's missing.

What's missing?

There was a blue box with a heart carved
on it. And a porcelain doll inside it.

The lady must have taken it.

Lady. Yeah, a lady came down here a
couple of days ago.

Let me guess. She was brunette, tall,
great legs.

No, not such luck.

No, an older lady asking questions about
the symbols and the Vespasians.

Well, hold on. That's her. You must know
her. That's her in the picture right

there.

Are you sure?

Yeah. I mean, she was older, sure, but
I'm positive she was standing right

you were not three days ago.

Does she mean something to you?

Yes.

She's my mother.

Did she say where she was going?

Yeah. She said she was going back to
where the guy who built this place came

from.

Right there.

An island off Scotland.

A place called Carthage.

Where all this spooky stuff must have
come from.

What are you doing, Miss Parker?

Searching for answers.

I have to know if Daddy is my real
father.

Here's my genetic material.

Can you get a sample of my father's and
run a comparative?

Your father's being guarded by those
psycho zoos. I don't think they're going

take too kindly to us plunging a needle
in the old man's arm.

There's an atomized brood. The center's
bodily fluid storage facility.

Bodily fluid storage facility? What the
hell is that for?

Blood storage for anyone important who
may need a transfusion.

Well, they didn't take mine.

Get a sample of my father's.

Parker, have you considered the
psychological implications?

Sydney, please, just do it.

Miss Parker, I don't know what you're
looking for, but...

I'd be happy to help you.

Thank you, Bruce, but this is one
mystery that I have to solve myself.

And there's only one person qualified to
help.

Angela, I need you to use your gift as
an empath and tell me what my mother and

Jared's mother were doing together.

Miss Parker's mother?

Sad.

Jared's mother.

Frightened. What about what's on the
wall in the ivy?

Vespasians.

Vespasians. Vespasians.

Vespasians. Vespasians.

Vespasians.

Calm down. It's okay. Calm.

Angela, I need your help.

What are they saying?

Evil. Evil people. Evil people.

Evil people. Evil people. Evil people.

Where can I find the evil people?

Evil people.

Evil people. Evil place. Evil people.
Evil place. Evil people.

Evil place.

Angela.

Where can I find the evil people?

On the island.

The island of the haunted.

Are you sure you want to go there?

They say that the souls of the damned
walk on that island.

I've been searching for years for
answers that might be on that island.

What is it you say you did again?

I'm an archaeologist.

Well, Mr.

Archaeologist, if the answers you're
digging for on that, I would... You'd be

better off not doing them.

Something that offended God himself
happened on that land. Only evil leaves

place. I ferry people back and forth
from it.

Period.

If I was to capsize right now, even with
this great bloody storm coming, I'd

rather take my chances in the sea than
set one foot on that one.

Leave, brother, or nothing. We're
scared.

They don't call it the Devil's Dawn for
nothing.

I speak for everybody when I say that
we'd all feel safer if we left.

This is a huge storm, Brother Ronaldos.

Agreed. But I strongly believe its
course will take it 50 kilometres to the

of us.

As a matter of precaution, we could
arrange for a couple of shallow boots to

evacuate come morning, if the storm
changes course.

I fear it will change course.

It's time for a cleansing storm to come.

We bear responsibility for the souls on
this isle. Yes.

Please, Brother, please.

Aye, very well.

Though I think the two of you have been
overly fretful as usual.

I'll arrange to have the shallow boats
prepared for dawn.

Thank you, brother.

Excuse me.

To whom does one speak about
accommodations?

Aye, that would be me. I am Brother
Arnoldus. This is Brother Menentius and

Brother Claude.

I can't say as I was informed to expect
a stranger.

My name is Jared.

I'm looking for refuge.

I was told that no traveler seeking
sanctuary on these shores would be

away.

Of course.

Brothers, please.

What's your step?

Much of the monastery is over 700 years
old, all built by the brothers before

us, most of whom were better brandy
makers than masons.

So the rumor that the monastery was
built by an offshoot of the Knights

is true.

True or not, questions like that should
best be addressed to Brother Amalda.

Though I doubt anyone can picture me as
belonging to some secret society of

warrior monks.

Unless, of course, the weapon of choice
were skin and bone.

By modern standards, the amenities are
primitive, with no electric, no phones,

and very little running water. This will
be just fine.

As a matter of fact, it sort of reminds
me of the place I grew up in.

Think of the Isle as a good place to get
away from the modern world.

And what about other visitors?

Visitors?

Let's say someone was looking for me. If
someone were looking for you, or you

were looking for them, you'd be in the
wrong place.

For centuries, the Vespasian brothers
have made this a place of refuge.

Privacy of our guests has always been
the rule.

Thank you.

What's going on? Evacuation?

The storm changed course in the night
and doubled in size.

It's a double storm, sure enough. A
night that comes once a century.

And it's heading right for this isle.
The bells announce the evacuation.

Half the isle's already gone. They're
already gone?

The next set of bells announce the last
boat. Be on it. But where? I can't

leave. Brother Arnold, it's his order.

Listen to the bells.

Save your life.

Excuse me.

Have you ever seen this woman on the
island?

No. Excuse me, have you ever seen her?

No.

I'll get it, I'll get it. You hurry up,
come along.

Storm coming.

If you're smart, you'll leave too.

Weather updates I don't need. Answers I
do. Does this ring a bell?

Up the arseway to the Chapel of Souls.

It's up the path to where the dead end.

How about this man? Have you seen him?

The stations speak of no visitors here.

God be with you.

It's down there somewhere.

and cord blood samples from Brigitte and
Mr. Parker's baby boy.

Not to sound cynical or anything, but
has anybody seen that little kid lately?

Oh, jeez.

What is it? I am so underpaid.

Miss Parker owes me so big.

Is that Mr.

Parker's blood?

I wish it were Mr. Parker's blood.

The only sample of Mr. Parker's in here
is semen.

Stranger.

I'm just leaving, like everyone else.

It's sad to be alone.

I'm terribly sorry to intrude.

You're not the intruder.

You're the seeker?

Shouldn't you be preparing to evacuate
from the storm?

Aren't you afraid of what's coming?

Osi's journey almost done. Yours just
beginning.

Yours full of pain. Pain?

You're a broken heart.

You have not found the loved one you
seek.

The woman.

Let the scarlet air.

Hello.

In the chapel.

What's in the chapel?

Wait!

Tell me what you know about the woman
with the scarlet hair.

I saw her earlier, but I lost her.

One you seek, seeks you as well.

Lucy, help me.

Please.

Osi, what's the matter?

Danger. She's in danger. Now. Where?

The Chapel of Souls.

The Chapel of Souls.

Look just like her.

Wait!

Next time you slam me like that, you
better make it count.

Miss Parker. Drop the prized crap,
Jared.

First one to the answers wins. That is
what you said, isn't it?

My mother is on this island. I have
reason to believe she's in danger. Now

not the time to play center bounty
hunter.

That was your mother.

I saw her. Yeah, just now. She was
panicked and her arm was bleeding.

She was hurt.

Look, that's the last shuttle boat off
this island.

Answers we both have been searching for
could be leaving right now.

Please.

Help! Help!

Help!

Help! Help!

Help!

Help!

She was right here.

My mother was right here in front of me.

Once again, it's this center that stops
us from being together.

Where do you think you're going?

In case you hadn't noticed, that's the
last boat off the island.

We're alone now.

You can shoot me if you want to.

But I'm going to find out what my mother
was doing here.

And why someone tried to kill her to
stop her from doing it.

Lyle.

You took my...

You weren't using it at the time.

A digit is the least I could give you
for the favor I'm about to ask.

The preliminary results will be in in
less than 24 hours. I tried to contact

Miss Parker, but... I couldn't find her
either. I don't get it. Her father's

genetic test results are so important to
her. Now that they're in motion, she

often disappears.

That's really weird.

Yeah, it's not like her to stay out of
contact for so long. No, no, not that.

Something really strange is going on
around here. Come on.

I found your mother in here after I
heard the gunshot.

She was by the confessional.

It's my mother's blood.

It's a muddy blueprint with a crack in
the heel.

Must have belonged to the man who shot
her.

And knocked me out.

It leads this way.

Jared, look. Your mother was carrying
that.

There's blood on it.

All empty except for the impression of a
small body.

My mother found a doll in the building
that she and your mother were

photographed in front of.

It must have been the box.

P -47, what does that mean to you?

Nothing yet.

So much for being alone on the island.

Hey.

Osi, why didn't you leave with the
others?

O .C. born here, O .C. dying here.

Did she get off the island all right?

Did who get off the island?

The woman of scarlet hair.

Your mother, of course.

How did you know she was my mother?

You are tired, aren't you?

Mother came to me for herbs.

Complaining of headaches.

But it was easy, even for a blind woman,
to see that it was her heart that was

aching and that she feared for her life.

Lucy, what was my mother searching for?

Find out who you are.

What do you mean?

Who I am?

All I know is what she spoke.

She and another woman have been trying
to discover the truth.

For a long time.

That must have been your mother.

You sure you're blind?

Sight may come from one's eyes, but the
vision comes from one's heart.

Jared, if your mother was searching for
something in the chapel, maybe the

little girl could tell us what it was.

What girl?

I was led to the chapel by a little girl
with long, light brown hair.

There's a girl on this island? Are you
sure?

Lady, I'm the one who knows what I saw.
Little girl or not, Osi, tell me.

What was my mother searching for?

She was searching for the scrolls of
Gorth.

Any change?

You have a purpose for being here?

Yes. You have a call coming in from
Africa.

It's been requested you take it on a
secure line.

It's right at the end of the hall.

saddens me to see you this way.

I know you're in great turmoil.

That's why I'm here.

I came out of love.

I'm sure the call will be coming through
any second.

You and I have always been closer than
anyone here has ever known,

ever suspected.

I know you could never truly acknowledge
our relationship, especially to

Catherine.

But because of our bond, I had to come.

Tell me the truth.

Are you faking this?

Please tell me.

I can help.

I want to help you.

I want to show you something.

It's the truth, isn't it?

Damn it all. Tell me the truth. We don't
have much time.

What are you doing?

Research it. I'm sure they will call
back.

Don't leave him alone.

What is this place?

The crypt room. It was built on the
souls of the original monk warriors who

brought the scrolls to this island and
founded the order, literally, on their

souls.

The legend on Carthus.

But when Brother Vespas and his
disciples returned from the Crusades,

brought with them the six scrolls of
biblical proportions.

You mean like the Holy Grail or
something like that?

Something exactly like that.

I had given a solemn word to Pope
Innocent that they would bury the

the sea.

But instead they brought them here and
hid them.

Through the centuries, seekers of
destiny have come to the isle seeking

scrolls and their mystic power.

Many searchers have ventured into the
woods.

Never to return at all.

The fact that the fate of the one who
dared defile the scrolls will be filled

with eternal damnation.

And yet my mother was trying to find
them. The scrolls?

And everything about the man whose
footsteps you now both walk in?

I don't understand.

Many believe that a hundred years ago,
the cryptkeeper of this facility found

the Vespasian scrolls.

It is said that he planned to leave
Carthus with them, and therefore was

pay a devastating price for the bargain
with the devil.

That night, by his hand, his entire
family burned to death in their cottage.

My God.

Left the isle the next morn.

And what about the scrolls?

No one knows for sure where they are, or
for that matter, what.

Some say that they are gospels written
in the hand of God.

Others, scribblings from the paw of
Satan.

Whatever they are, they contain a power
no man should encounter.

My mother was also searching for
something called P -47.

The island is parceled out in numbered
plots, all of which are registered at

monastery archives.

Come, I'll show you.

The answers you search for are in that
building.

Come on.

It's in a chapel.

It's getting worse.

Don't stay out here too long.

Miss Parker's pulled a vanishing act and
you'll never guess who she talked to

last.

See?

Look what he's drawing, Sid.

The same symbol that Jared was
investigating.

And those words.

That doesn't sound good. What's it mean?

Terrible things happen here.

Where are you?

What's in the job?

Wait.

Where is she?

Osi's back at the cottage. No, not Osi,
the little girl.

Little girl?

There's nobody here but us. She was
here, and she led me to that.

Must be the doll from the box.

Maybe your mother dropped it when she
was shot.

Or she hid it here.

She must have been here searching for
something.

Like she was at P -47.

Did you find out where it is?

And what?

It's the cottage where the cryptkeeper
murdered his family.

Let's get out of here.

There it is.

P -47.

Or what's left of it.

I've never seen it rain and snow at the
same time. Well, it is the devil's

storm.

How

could

a man destroy his family just for his
pursuit of greed and power?

Why don't you ask your father that?

Just like we saw in the chat.

And it's fresh.

Hey!

There's nothing for you over there.

It's over here.

Follow me.

Bye.

Miss Parker, are you alright?

What's wrong?

You left me here so I'd know where I
come from!

What do you mean?

The Crip Fever family!

Tell them who I am!

Coming up next, there's plenty of drama
when Cordelia envisions God in mortal

danger. Fight evil with Angel.

That's on PM2.