All language subtitles for The Pretender The Island of the Haunted (4)

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Behold the scroll.

They're not here.

Can't you wake him up?

No, he's awake.

He's just trapped in there.

You are one hair on my father's head,
Adama, and so help me.

I never liked you either.

Yeah, a lady came down here.

A Vespasian.

Terrible. Did she say where she was
going?

Yeah. An island off Scotland.

A place called Carthus. The cryptkeeper
of this facility found the Vespasian

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

coffins.

No, Daddy, no!

There are pretenders among us.

I was taken from my family.

36 ,000. He's already demonstrating more
talent than 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.

Lucinda wants him alive.

Preferably. He defends the weak and
abused.

Life's a gift.

Are

you a

doctor? I am today.

Regiminatius was right.

This is the Devil's Storm.

You were lucky to make it back alive.

It's not just the storm.

We're not alone here.

You're shivering.

Give me those wet clothes to dry.

Ben, my feeling was justified.

Feeling? My feeling that the only
goodness left on the island is the

between you and Miss Parker.

Well, thank you.

It's not for you.

Go to hell.

It's not exactly the monk's brandy, but
OC says it's good for emotional

upheaval. Can she back a truckload of it
up to my house?

Let the storm rage outside, Miss Parker.

Not inside you.

Easy for you to say, Jared.

A graveyard full of Parkers burned to
death by their father. My great

-grandfather. Same year that my great
-grandfather arrived alone and founded

center.

Generation after generation, that evil
has

been passed down to me.

You know who you are.

I'm a Parker.

And with every new revelation in my
life, my family portrait becomes a more

hideous picture.

Do you remember when we were kids that
night that I snuck you into my father's

office?

You said if I was really a genius, I
would be able to figure out where your

father hid the present he bought you on
his business trip.

And later you found it exactly where I
said it would be.

Yeah. If only it wasn't. I just told you
that it was because I was so

disappointed. My father lied about
buying it.

The pathetic part is that I've been...

Searching for that gift from Daddy ever
since.

Your father.

The center.

Manipulation is what they do.

The only present they ever left us with
was... emptiness.

Those Parker graves out there go way
beyond empty.

Which brings me back to wondering... Who
it is you really are.

I don't know now if I really...

Ever want to know?

Yes.

Yes, you do.

The center wants us to believe that
finding the truth is a mistake.

That looking for answers about who we
really are is futile and finding any

of...

connection. Outside their control is
wrong.

I know you don't want to hear this, but
you can feel it.

You've been a center prisoner all these
years, just like me.

And with every discovery you find,
you're every bit the outcast.

Just like me.

Why is it that the One person that I've
been trained to distrust,

to hate, to capture, is always with me

during the most difficult moments of my
life.

Baby, it's supposed to be that way.

I don't want to interrupt.

Would anyone care for more tea?

Oh, see, please let me help you.

Thank you.

It's her?

It's the little girl that led me to the
chapel.

Cannot be that little girl.

It is her, and she's holding the doll.
Impossible.

This little girl is the cryptkeeper's
daughter.

She's been dead a hundred years.

Terrible things happen here.

Terrible things happen where?

19, 240, 86.

What's it mean, Angelo?

All about the Parkers.

Truth about the Parkers.

Terrible things.

This sketch, a self -portrait of the
little Parker girl.

She gave it to the priest from the
chapel, Father Theo, on the day she

What a tragedy.

Oh, yes.

Theirs and his.

His? The night the Crypt Keeper's family
burned to death, Father Theo also died.

A mysterious accident.

He supposedly fell from the chapel
balcony.

My father was a good friend of Father
Theo's.

He got all his personal items, including
this sketch of Angel, which he was

clutching his hands when he died.

Did you just call her Angel?

That's what her father called her.

Does that mean something to you?

Everything means something.

If Father Theo was clutching this when
he died, that means something, too. We

need to find out everything we can about
Father Theo.

All his belongings are in the archive
chamber.

Here's Father Theo's chest, just where
Ossie said it would be.

Humble belongings of a humble man.

And a dead end.

Maybe.

And maybe not.

What? You see how the binding is loose
in the photo here?

But it's been restitched here.

A letter that Father Theo wrote to his
bishop in Glasgow.

And it's dated the day Father Theo died.

Bless me your holiness, for I break the
sanctity of the confessional as I commit

these words to paper.

Deceive the daughter of the local
cryptkeeper spoke words of such terror

the quill quivers in my hand as I write.

Her father, she claims, discovered and
stole the long sought after scrolls of

Vespa. that demons have now turned this
once loving man into a tormented soul.

In trying to save him from eternal
damnation, she took and re -hid the

along with three other items, a leather
pouch, a porcelain doll, and an eerily

accurate self -portrait.

She said they were to remember her by,
as if she had realized her time upon

earth was nearing its end.

Her words regarding the scrolls
terrified me, Your Holiness.

Well, she told me the location of the
scrolls. She holds the key to finding

still.

It's unfinished.

He must have been interrupted while he
wrote this and hid it in his Bible so it

wouldn't fall into the wrong hand.

My great -grandfather must have
discovered that his little girl had

Father Theo and killed him trying to
find his scrolls.

She tried to save her father from his
own demons, knowing it would cost her

life. Father Theo writes, she holds the
key to finding the scroll still.

She holds the key.

Not her.

Your great -grandfather must have
brought this to America, and my mother

it back for her search.

She holds the key.

Father Theo hid the scrolls and put the
key to finding them inside her tongue.

And I know what it opened.

I figured out what the numbers meant.

The ones that Angelo wrote?

19, SL -19, 240, room 240, 86, lockbox
number 86.

So I broke in, and I found him.

That's all right.

And a death certificate, and adoption
papers, and a birth certificate, all

issued within three days of each other,
all in the Parker family name.

Seems Mr. Parker had a brother.

His name was Cable Parker, almost died
at birth, then spent three sickly days

an incubator. A rushed adoption was
arranged, and the baby was sent off at

I can't even believe this.

Mr. Parker's father bought and paid for
a bogus death certificate, all in the

name of Abel Parker.

Like, the baby didn't even exist.

Like, the weak limb of the Parker family
tree was just cut off.

It's unbelievable.

You haven't seen nothing yet. Look at
the name of the family that adopted the

baby.

Does this mean that Mr. Raines is really
Mr.

Barker's brother?

So what does the key fit?

Under the altar of every Catholic
church, there's a secret chamber that

the relic of that church's patron saint.

There is nothing.

Angel's leather pouch.

I'll take that.

Brother Menantius.

Give me the pouch.

Tell me simply, brother, why didn't you
leave the Isle?

Too busy trying to kill my mother?

Too busy trying to keep us from the
truth?

In 700 years, there has always been a
best patient brother on this Isle

protecting the Skrulls. I wasn't going
to be the one to leave them unguarded.

As for your mother, I do not know what
you speak. Don't you lie to me.

This isn't about lies.

And since you won't give me the pouch,

What the hell?

He's locked us in, Jared.

These barrels are going to blow.

There's no way out.

There's one.

Come on.

Are you all right?

I've been there.

Come on.

O .C.

O .C.

Did Menantius do this?

No. Destiny.

A demon, a serpent, and a cherub.

They're all looking at something.

And it's an angel's hand. It's her
sketch.

Well, it's not just a sketch.

It's a map.

Directions left by the Crypt Keeper's
daughter to tell us where she re -hid

scrolls. But what is she telling us?

That they know where it is.

That they can see it.

But where are they?

I know where one of them is.

Meet the demon Asmodeus.

Ugly son of a bitch.

Reminds me of Reigns.

All he's staring at is a blank wall.

Perhaps.

Aitego. What's it mean?

By itself, probably nothing.

But my guess is that the cherub and the
serpent are both looking at words.

Clues.

That might lead us to the scrolls.

Brother Menendez.

Something tells me he's not the one who
killed Osi. Someone doesn't want us to

find this cross.

You take the servant.

I'll take the cherub.

And watch your back.

We're definitely not alone.

I carved it myself.

It's beautiful.

I hope you find what you're looking for.

I was the only one who called me Angel.

My friends called me Miss Parker.

The angel was looking at the word
arcana.

The serpent is looking at Dei.

I, Tego, arcana Dei.

But there's no box that the figures are
looking at with those words on it.

Yes, there's one.

I, Tego, arcana Dei.

Look at me.

Be gone.

For I conceal the secrets of God.

It must be Brother Vespas.

And these must be the scrolls.

Aye, our scrolls.

We knew you could find, but we are never
able to.

You must be the one that killed Osi and
Brother Manassas.

And you're the one who tried to kill my
mother.

Acts that are done for God's good works
shall always remain acts of piety.

And now, give me those scrolls.

Daddy? Sure as hell not, Santa Claus.

Brother Arnaldis has been my faithful
servant for years.

But God does not forgive acts of
aggression against one's mother.

Neither do I, right, Angel?

Now I can radio a demo. We have the
scrolls.

And Jared.

Long live the center.

Bye now.

I can't help but to imagine our mothers
holding that box instead of them.

I can't help but to imagine a different
ending to all of this.

What am I supposed to do, Jared?

Only you can answer that.

I just hate to see anyone miss a turning
point when one is staring them right in

the face.

And I suppose you're going to open my
eyes.

No, you don't need me to do that.

Only you can decide for yourself whether
or not to take a hard look at your

life.

The way your mother once did.

Get my mother out of this, okay?

I am not her.

Then who are you?

Your father?

Is the Parker legacy what you want to
pass on to your children?

Look, we've been through a lot together,
you and me.

From when we were kids at the center to
the last couple of days.

I know that rarely our allegiances are
the same, but I've always felt...

I've always known

that there was something more to our
lives than I run and you chase.

Maybe we do what we have to just to get
by in this life, Jared.

Maybe we both deserve something more.

Just...

Just forget what happened on that
island.

Forget that moment of weakness.

Turning points only come when you've got
something to turn to.

I'm sorry.

This isn't the different ending.

You were looking for.

But it's just the way the damn story
goes, Jared.

Let's go, Daddy.

Hold it.

You're not going on this flight.

What? Now, don't get all bent out of
shape.

I'll explain everything to you back in
Blue Cove.

But, Daddy, the last time that I saw
you, you were in a catatonic stupor. And

was just something I cooked up with
Raines and Lyle to keep the Africans

sniffing up the wrong flagpole while you
and Jared found the prize.

Daddy, is it true?

The Parker that found the scrolls, is
that my great -grandfather? And what

the scrolls? Is it true that they hold
some kind of power?

Not now.

We'll sort everything out back at the
center.

That's final.

Just take a couple of days at the London
house. It'll do you good.

Hello?

Parker, thank God!

It's us, Miss Parker.

We've been so worried about... Did you
just say hello?

What, brutes?

We've been trying to get in touch with
you for days. Where have you been?

Somewhere between hell and a turning
point.

No, this is hell. Trust me, and it's
getting hotter by the second.

Did you find my father's blood sample?

Blood? No. The only sample we got was a
female.

And is my father my father?

The genetic lab did detect pattern
similarities, so technically you and

father could be a match.

Technically, it was hardly the rousing
endorsement I was hoping for.

Well, see, the...

The thing is, is that your father's soda
seems to be

flat. Sidney, what is he talking about?

The sample of Mr. Parker's sperm count
is so low, it's virtually sterile, so

probability of him siring an offspring,
that probability is small.

How small?

The odds against his ability to ever be
a father will put us... One in

ten. Well, how... How could he be a
genetic match and not be my father?

Well, the only biological explanation is
that your father could actually be your

uncle. I don't have an uncle.

Parker, there were further revelations.

We found records, things that tell us
that your father actually did have a

brother who was given up for adoption
three days after he was born. And the

adopting family was named Raines. Are
you telling me that Mr. Raines could

actually be my father?

Good involvement.

Adana has authenticated the Skrulls of
the Triumvirate.

He's the happiest Zulu this side of
Rumpala.

No surprise there.

Yeah.

I've had my fill of surprises, too.

Like the one I just got about who my
real father is.

I want to know which one of you two is
my real father.

Now!

Boy, now, I don't know what this
paternity suit thing is about, but I do

this is not the time or the place for
it.

Now, when we get back to Blue Cove, if
we get back, we can talk about family

matters then.

What do you mean, if?

Donna thinks you're bad luck. We
certainly don't want him to be

Suspicious of what?

You, Miss Parker.

Your being on board follows up their
plans to double -cross the Dhamma and

Triumvirate. You see, now that the
scrolls have been authenticated, Mr.

your father, or should I say fathers,
are going to parachute out of here with

their prized possessions.

The scrolls and me.

Unfortunately, I only see four
parachutes, and you, Miss Parker, make

What's the advantage of betraying the
triumvirate? The supposed power of the

-called prophecies have been leveraged
the center's been using for years to

the triumvirate at bay.

You people don't really believe those
things are real now, do you? The only

thing that really matters is that the
Zulus believe.

So if the scrolls become in the
possession of the triumvirate in Africa,

center's power base is history.

I'm guessing your mother discovered this
years ago.

And if she found the scrolls, then...
She would have had all the leverage of

center. Or the leverage to end it.

Are we getting long?

Vodka!

Why is she on board?

She just wanted to surprise her father,
that's all.

Take the three forward.

Lock up the scroll.

Let me ask you a question.

Did you ever love her?

Because what little affection you've
given her over the years she craves.

I love my daughter more than anything on
this planet.

More than those scrolls?

I find it pretty pathetic that you
fashioned your entire life around them.

And you've never even seen them.

I learned their secrets from my
grandfather. There was nothing pathetic

his legacy, young man.

Oh, yes.

Burning his family to death.

That's a hell of a legacy to pass on to
your... What should we call her now?

Daughter?

Come on.

Hundreds of people over thousands of
years have sacrificed their lives to get

glimpse of those scrolls.

And now you hold them in your hands.

Aren't you a little curious?

All that.

Make sure they're clean.

Not today, cowboy.

Mind if I get a blanket?

I keep these damn jets cold as morgues.
Get your damn blanket and sit down.

So Jared was right.

Tell Mr.

Parker we're on to get ready.

Ready for what?

Just do it.

Just dare to beat the 200 knots and
descend to 13 ,000. And put it on

Going someplace.

It's taking a journey somebody should
have taken a long time ago.

Alone.

What the hell are you doing?

I've read the scrolls, Angel. And I'm
returning them to the sea.

The only way to stop the Parker madness.

The madness that started the center.

What?

The scrolls are real.

So is the pain they inflicted,
especially on your mother. I know that

I know that.

It's time to fulfill her wish and send
this evil back where it belongs.

Controlled our family for too long.

Hang on to something, Angel. You can't
come with me this time.

We are at 14 ,000 feet and descending.

Autopilot has been set to the
coordinates you requested. Then your

no longer be needed.

Daddy, are you just going to leave me
here to die?

No, no, you'll be all right.

That's not how they say it ends.

Wait, Daddy.

I have to know.

Are you my real father?

I love you as my daughter. That's all
that counts.

Don't be sad.

The new Parker legacy begins with you.

God be with you, Angle.

What?

What the hell's going on?

We've lost electronics. The glide path
will disintegrate. Get to the cargo

With the squirrels and there's no
parachutes! My crew's dead and the

are damaged!

What the hell do we do now?

Well, I would suggest that you uncuff
the one person who can fly this thing

save your life!

Auto control is down.

We're going to have to fly the rest of
the way manually.

Electronics are gone, which means no
gauges and no landing gear. Unless we

these blown out electronics, we're going
down.

This is talking.

Miles, of the three panels, the little
one is burned down. We need to

it and reestablish the circuit by
connecting the wiring of the other two.

Yellow to yellow, red. Green to green.

Blue to blue.

We're going down fast.

Come on. Come on.

Okay. Okay.

Just one connection to go.

Damn. What?

We've got about 30 seconds before it's
too late.

Garrett, he's got three wires left. Only
one of them is blue. What should he do?

Lyle, you have to shoot, too.

Pray that he's right.

The good news is we're going to be
landing in about 10 seconds.

The bad news is the landing gear is not
deploying properly.

So hold on! We're going to crash!

One thing's going to blow.

This must have been an emotionally
trying time for you.

Are you all right, Mr. Parker?

I don't know, Chris.

But thanks.

I just want everything to get...

You know, I almost said I want
everything to get back to normal.

No such thing around here.

Oh.

Particularly now that Raines is in
charge.

Raines?

What, hadn't you heard?

You look surprised to see me.

Well, after the way the Africans were
behaving on the tarmac in Morocco, I

figured a beheading was in order.

After they understood that Jared broke
free on the jet and sadly killed the

Dominance guards, then parachuted away
with the Skrulls, they were forgiving

especially proud of the way Mr. Parker
gave his life trying to save what was

theirs.

Quite a bedtime story.

It kept us alive.

All of us.

They need me now more than ever, as well
as my children.

Jared has to be returned.

So, it is back to normal. With a twist.

Whichever of you two brings Jared back
will also have a long -term future here.

And a future in the Parker legacy.

And whoever fails... Be careful when you
joke about beheadings.

Your brother has shown me a sign of
loyalty.

I'll be awaiting a sign from you.

I'll have to get back to you on that.

What? So what do you think they said?

The scrolls?

I was hoping you had some answers.

insights into the so -called prophecies.

Those answers are somewhere in the ocean
along with my... Do you

think that there's any chance that he
bailed for the right reasons, Jared?

Or was his Geronimo just another one of
his lies?

I don't know.

Maybe it's time you gave yourself that
gift he never gave you.

The truth.

I hope you find your mother.

And what about us?

You run, I chase.

That choice was made for us a long time
ago.

Maybe that is the Parker curse.

Yeah.

I love the life we have here, Jared.

Only this time the first one to find the
answers lives.

It's prophecies.

If they were real, maybe we could have
found out what our future would

hold.

If they're real.

The center shall rise.

The chosen will be found.

A boy named Jared.

Coming up next, Angel helps a girl with
telekinetic power.

Take the day with Angel, next on TNT.