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Master Kaecilius.

That ritual will bring you
only sorrow.

Hypocrite!

Challenge round, Billy.

Come on, Billy, you've got
to be messing with me.

No, doctor.

Feels So Good,
Chuck Mangione, 1977.

Honestly, Billy, you said
this one would be hard.

- Ha! It's 1978.
- No, Billy.

While Feels So Good
may have charted in 1978,

the album was released
in December of 1977.

No. Wikipedia says
it's a 19...

Check again.

Where do you store
all this useless information?

Useless?

The man charted a top 10 hit
with a flugelhorn.

Status, Billy?

1977.

Oh, please, I hate you.

Feels so good,
doesn't it?

I got this, Stephen.

You've done your bit.
Go ahead. We'll close up.

What is it?

GSW.

It's amazing
you kept him alive.

Apneic, failed the brain stem test
and the apnea reflex test.

I think I found the problem,
Doctor Palmer.

- You left a bullet in his head.
- Thanks.

It's impinging
on the medulla.

I needed a specialist.
Nic diagnosed brain death.

Something about that
doesn't feel right to me.

We have to run.

Doctor West.

What are you doing?

Organ harvest.
He's a donor.

Slow down.
I did not agree to that.

I don't need you to.
We've already called brain death.

Prematurely. We need to get him
prepped for sub-occipital craniotomy.

Not gonna let you operate
on a dead man.

What do you see?

- A bullet?
- A perfect bullet.

It's been hardened. You harden a bullet
by alloying lead with antimony.

A toxic metal. And that's leeched
directly into the cerebral spinal fluid...

Rapid onset central
nervous system shutdown.

We gotta go.

The patient's not dead,
but he is dying.

Still want to
harvest his organs?

- I'll assist you.
- No.

Doctor Palmer
will assist me.

Thank you.

Image guidance, stat.

We don't have time
for that.

You can't do it freehand.

I can and I will.

This isn't a time
for showing off, Strange.

How about
10 minutes ago

when you called
the wrong time of death?

Cranial nerves intact.

Doctor West,
cover your watch.

You didn't have to humiliate him
in front of everyone.

I didn't have to save
his patient, either.

But I sometimes
just can't help myself.

Nic is a great doctor.

You came to me.

I needed
a second opinion.

You had a second opinion.

What you needed
was a competent one.

All the more reason why you
should be my neurosurgeon on call.

You could make
such a difference.

I can't work in
your butcher shop.

I'm fusing
transected spinal cords.

I'm stimulating neurogenesis
in the central nervous system.

The work I'm doing is gonna save
thousands for years to come.

In ER, you get to save
one drunk idiot with a gun.

Yeah, you're right.

In ER, we're only
saving lives.

There's no fame,
there's no CNN interviews.

I guess I'll just have to
stick with Nic.

Wait a minute.

You guys aren't...

What?

Sleeping together? Sorry, I thought
that was implicit in my disgust.

Explicit, actually.

No, I have a very strict rule
against dating colleagues.

Oh, really?

I call it the "Strange Policy".

Good, I'm glad something's
named after me.

I invented a
laminectomy procedure.

And yet, somehow no one seems to
want to call it the "Strange Technique".

We invented that technique.

Regardless, I'm very flattered
by your policy.

I'm talking tonight at
a Neurological Society dinner.

Come with me.

Another
speaking engagement?

So romantic.

You used to love coming
to those things with me.

We had fun together.

No, you had fun.

No, you had fun.

They weren't about us,
they were about you.

Not only about me.

Stephen.
Everything is about you.

Maybe we could
hyphenate.

Strange-Palmer Technique.

Palmer-Strange.

Billy.

What have you got
for me?

I've got a 35-year-old
Air Force Colonel,

crushed his lower spine in
some kind of experimental armor.

Mid-thoracic burst fracture.

I could help, but so could
50 other people.

Find me something
worth my time.

I have a 68-year-old female
with an advanced brain stem glioma.

You want me to screw up
my perfect record?

Definitely not.

How about
a 22-year-old female with

an electronic implant in her brain to
control schizophrenia struck by lightning?

That does sound
interesting.

Can you send me the...

Got it.

It's okay.
It's gonna be okay.

What did they do?

They rushed you
in a chopper.

But it took a little while
to find you.

The golden hours for nerve damage
went by while you were in the car.

What did they do?

11 stainless steel pins
in the bones.

Multiple torn ligaments,

severe nerve damage
in both hands.

You were on the table
for 11 hours.

Look at these fixators.

No one
could have done better.

I could have done better.

No.

Give your body
time to heal.

You've ruined me.

- How long until I can...
- Doctor Strange,

those tissues
are still healing.

So, speed it up.

Pass a stent down the brachial artery
into the radial artery.

It's possible.

Experimental and expensive,
but possible.

All I need is possible.

Up.

Up.

Show me your strength.

This is useless.

It's not useless, man.
You can do this.

Answer me this,
bachelor's degree.

Have you ever known anyone
with nerve damage

this severe to do this
and actually recover?

One guy, yeah.

Factory accident,
broke his back,

paralyzed,
his leg wasted away.

He had pain in his shoulder,
from the wheelchair.

He came in
3 times a week.

Then one day
he stopped coming.

I thought he was dead.

A few years later, he walked
past me on the street.

- Walked?
- Yeah, walked.

Bullshit.
Show me his file.

It'll take me a while to
pull the files from the archive.

But if it proves
your arrogant ass wrong,

worth it.

I looked at
all your research.

I read all the papers
you've sent.

It's not gonna work.

I don't think you realize

- how severe the damages are.
- Here's the thing...

The best have tried
and failed.

I understand.
Here's the thing.

What you want from me
is impossible, Stephen.

Come on.

I've got my own reputation
to consider.

- Etienne, wait.
- I can't help you.

No, no, wait!

He won't do it.

He's a hack.

There is a new procedure
in Tokyo.

They culture
donor stem cells

and then
harvesting them

and then 3D printing
a scaffold.

If I could get a loan
together...

Stephen.

A small loan,
just $200,000.

You've always spent money
as fast as you could make it,

but now you're spending money
you don't even have.

Maybe it's time
to consider stopping.

No, now is exactly
the time not to stop

because, you see,
I'm not getting any better!

But this isn't medicine
anymore.

This is mania.

Some things
just can't be fixed.

- Life without my work...
- Is still life.

This isn't the end.

There are other things
that can give your life meaning.

Like what? Like you?

This is the part
where you apologize.

This is the part
where you leave.

Fine, I can't watch you
do this to yourself anymore.

Too difficult for you,
is it?

Yes, it is.

It breaks my heart
to see you this way.

- No, don't pity me.
- I'm not pitying you.

Yeah? Then what are you
doing here,

bringing cheese and wine like
we're old friends going for a picnic?

We are not friends,
Christine.

We were barely lovers.

But you just love a sob story,
don't you?

Is that what I am
to you now?

"Poor Stephen Strange,
charity case."

"He finally needs me."

Another dreg of humanity
for you to work on.

Patch him up and send him
back into the world,

heart's just humming.

You care so much!
Don't you?

Goodbye, Stephen.

All the way. Here we go.

Let's go!
All day! All day!

Yeah! All day.

Come on, man.
Where's the competition?

Talk a lot.

Jonathan Pangborn,

C7-C8 spinal cord injury,
complete.

Who are you?

Paralyzed from
the mid-chest down.

Partial paralysis
in both hands.

- I don't know you.
- I'm Stephen Strange.

I'm a neurosurgeon.
Was a neurosurgeon.

Actually, man,
I do know you.

I came to your office once.
You refused to see me.

I never got past
your assistant.

You were untreatable.

No glory for you in that,
right?

You came back from a place
there's no way back from.

I'm trying to find
my own way back.

Pangborn,
are you in or you out?!

All right.

I'd given up on my body.

I thought my mind's
the only thing I have left,

I should at least
try to elevate that.

So,
I sat with gurus

and sacred women.

Strangers carried me to
mountaintops to see holy men.

And finally,

I found my teacher.

And my mind was
elevated

and my spirit deepened.

And somehow...

Your body healed.

Yes.

There were deeper secrets
to learn there,

but I didn't have
the strength to receive them.

I chose to settle for my miracle
and I came back home.

The place you're looking for
is called Kamar-Taj.

But the cost there is high.

How much?

I'm not talking about
money.

Good luck.

Let's ball.
All right, ball up!

Excuse me, excuse me.

Kamar-Taj?

You know
where Kamar-Taj is?

Kamar-Taj?

Kamar-Taj.

Okay.

Guys, I don't have
any money.

Your watch.

No, please.
It's all I have left.

Your watch.

All right.

You're looking for
Kamar-Taj.

Really?

Sure we got
the right place?

That one looks a little more
Kamar-Tajey.

I once
stood in your place.

And I, too,
was disrespectful.

So, might I offer you
some advice?

Forget everything
you think you know.

All right.

The sanctuary
of our teacher.

The Ancient One.

The Ancient One?

What's his real name?

Right.

Forget everything
I think I know. Sorry.

Thank you for...

Okay,
that's a thing.

Thank you for...

Hello.

Thank you.

And thank you.

Thank you,

Ancient One,
for seeing me.

You're very welcome.

The Ancient One.

Thank you, Master Mordo.
Thank you, Master Hamir.

Mr. Strange.

Doctor, actually.

Well, not anymore,
surely.

Isn't that
why you're here?

You've undergone
many procedures.

- Seven, right?
- Yeah.

It's good tea.

Yes.

Did you heal a man
named Pangborn?

A paralyzed man?

In a way.

You helped him
to walk again.

Yes.

How did you correct a complete
C7-C8 spinal cord injury?

Well, I didn't correct it.

He couldn't walk.

I convinced him
that he could.

You're not suggesting
it was psychosomatic?

When you reattach
a severed nerve,

is it you who heals it
back together or the body?

It's the cells.

The cells are only
programmed

to put themselves back together
in very specific ways.

Right.

What if I told you that
your own body could be convinced

to put itself back together
in all sorts of ways?

You're talking about
cellular regeneration.

That's bleeding edge
medical tech.

Is that why
you're working here

without a governing
medical board? I mean,

just how experimental
is your treatment?

Quite.

So, you've figured out
a way

to reprogram nerve cells
to self-heal?

No, Mr. Strange.

I know how to
reorient the spirit

to better heal the body.

- The spirit to heal the body?
- That's right.

No. All right.

How do we do that?

Where do we start?

- Don't like that map?
- Oh, no.

It's really good. It's just,
I've seen it before

in gift shops.

And what about this one?

- Acupuncture, great.
- Yeah?

What about that one?

Showing me an MRI scan.
I do not believe this.

Each of those maps
was drawn up by someone

who could see in part,
but not the whole.

I spent my last dollar getting here,
one-way ticket

and you're talking to me
about healing through belief?

You're a man looking at the world
through a keyhole.

You've spent your whole life
trying to widen that keyhole

to see more,
to know more.

Now, on hearing that
it can be widened

in ways
you can't imagine

you reject the possibility.

No, I reject it because
I do not believe in fairy tales

about chakras
or energy

or the power of belief.

There is no such thing
as spirit!

We are made of matter
and nothing more.

You're just another tiny,
momentary speck

within an
indifferent universe.

You think too little
of yourself.

You think you see
through me, do you?

You don't.

But I see through you!

What did you just do
to me?

I pushed your astral form
out of your physical form.

What's in that tea?

Psilocybin?
LSD?

It's just tea.

With a little honey.

What just happened?

For a moment, you entered
the Astral Dimension.

The what?

A place where the soul exists
apart from the body.

Why are you doing this
to me?

To show you just
how much you don't know.

Open your eye.

Oh, shit!

Oh, God!
Oh, God, no!

No, no, no!

What's happening?

This isn't real!
This isn't real! This isn...

Oh, God!
No, no, no, no!

His heart rate
is getting dangerously high.

He looks all right to me.

You think you know
how the world works?

You think that this
material universe is all there is?

What is real?

What mysteries lie beyond
the reach of your senses?

At the root of existence,

mind
and matter meet.

Thoughts shape reality.

This universe is only one
of an infinite number.

Worlds without end.

Some benevolent
and life giving.

Others filled with
malice and hunger.

Dark places

where powers older than time
lie ravenous

and waiting.

Who are you in this
vast Multiverse, Mr. Strange?

Have you seen that before
in a gift shop?

Teach me.

No.

No.

No!

No, no, no!

No!

Open the door!
Please!

Thank you, Masters.

You think I was wrong
to cast him out?

5 hours later,
he's still on your doorstep.

There's a strength to him.

Stubbornness,
arrogance, ambition.

I've seen it all before.

He reminds you
of Kaecilius?

I cannot lead another
gifted student to power

only to lose him to
the darkness.

You didn't lose me.

I wanted the power
to defeat my enemies.

You gave me the power to
defeat my demons.

And to live
within the natural law.

We never lose
our demons, Mordo.

We only learn to live
above them.

Kaecilius still has
the stolen pages.

If he deciphers them,
he could bring ruin

upon us all.

There may be
dark days ahead.

Perhaps Kamar-Taj
could use a man like Strange.

Don't shut me out.

I haven't got
anywhere else to go.

Thank you.

Bathe.

Rest.

Meditate,

if you can.

The Ancient One
will send for you.

What's this?
My mantra?

The Wi-Fi password.

We're not savages.

The language
of the mystic arts

is as old as civilization.

The sorcerers of
antiquity

called the use
of this language "spells".

But if that word offends
your modern sensibilities,

you can call it
a "program".

The source code that
shapes reality.

We harness energy,

drawn from other dimensions
of the Multiverse,

to cast spells,

to conjure shields

and weapons

to make magic.

But even if my fingers
could do that,

my hands would just
be waving in the air.

How do I get
from here to there?

How did you get
to reattach severed nerves

and put a human spine
back together bone by bone?

Study and practice,
years of it.

Mr. Strange.

Stephen, please.

- And you are?
- Wong.

Wong.

Just Wong?

Like Adele?

Or Aristotle.

Drake.

Bono.

Eminem.

The Book of the Invisible Sun.

Astronomia Nova.

Codex Imperium.

Key of Solomon.

You finished all of these?

Yup.

Come with me.

All right.

This section
is for masters only

but at my discretion,
others may use it.

You should start with
Maxim's Primer.

How's your Sanskrit?

I'm fluent
in Google Translate.

Vedic, classical Sanskrit.

What are those?

The Ancient One's
private collection.

So, they're forbidden?

No knowledge in Kamar-Taj
is forbidden.

Only certain practices.

Those books
are far too advanced

for anyone other than
the Sorcerer Supreme.

This one's
got pages missing.

That's The Book of Cagliostro.

A study of time.

One of the rituals was stolen
by a former master.

The Zealot, Kaecilius.

Just after he strung up
the former librarian

and relieved him
of his head.

I am now the guardian
of these books.

So if a volume from this collection
should be stolen again

I'd know it,

and you'd be dead before
you ever left the compound.

What if it's just overdue?

Any late fees I should know about?
Maiming, perhaps?

People used to think
that I was funny.

Did they work for you?

It's been lovely
talking to you.

Thank you for the books

and for
the horrifying story

and for the threat
upon my life.

We will now
receive the power

to destroy the one
who betrayed us.

The one who betrays
the world.

Mastery of the sling ring
is essential to the mystic arts.

They allow us to travel
throughout the Multiverse.

All you need to do
is focus.

Visualize.

See the destination
in your mind.

Look beyond
the world in front of you.

Imagine every detail.

The clearer the picture,
the quicker and easier

the gateway will come.

And stop.

I would like a moment alone
with Mr. Strange.

Of course.

My hands.

It's not
about your hands.

How is this
not about my hands?

Master Hamir.

Thank you, Master Hamir.

You cannot beat a river
into submission.

You have to surrender
to its current

and use its power
as your own.

I control it
by surrendering control?

That doesn't make
any sense.

Not everything does.
Not everything has to.

Your intellect
has taken you far in life,

but it will take you
no further.

Surrender, Stephen.

Silence your ego

and your power will rise.

Come with me.

Wait.

- Is this...?
- Everest.

Beautiful.

Right, beautiful.

Freezing but beautiful.

At this temperature a person
can last for 30 minutes

before suffering
permanent loss of function.

Great.

But you'll likely go into shock
within the first 2.

- What?
- Surrender, Stephen.

No, no. No!

How's our new recruit?

We shall see.

Any second now.

Oh, no, not again.

Maybe I should...

Stephen.

Wong.

What do you want,
Strange?

Books on astral projection.

You're not ready
for that.

Try me, Beyoncé.

Come on.
You've heard of her.

She's a huge star,
right?

Do you ever laugh?

Come on,
just give me the book.

No.

Once, in this room,

you begged me to
let you learn.

Now, I'm told you question
every lesson,

preferring
to teach yourself.

Once, in this room,
you told me to open my eye.

Now, I'm being told
to blindly accept rules

that make no sense.

Like the rule against
conjuring a gateway in the library?

Wong told on me?

You're advancing quickly
with your sorcery skills.

You need a safe space to
practice your spells.

You need a safe space to
practice your spells.

You are now inside
the Mirror Dimension,

ever present but
undetected.

The real world isn't affected
by what happens here.

We use the Mirror Dimension
to train, surveil

and sometimes to
contain threats.

You don't wanna be stuck in here
without your sling ring.

Hold on. Sorry.
What do you mean, "threats"?

Learning of an infinite Multiverse
includes learning of infinite dangers.

If I told you everything else
that you don't already know

you'd run from here
in terror.

So just how ancient is she?

No one knows the age
of the Sorcerer Supreme.

Only that she's Celtic
and never talks about her past.

You follow her, even though
you don't know?

I know
she's steadfast,

but unpredictable.

Merciless, yet kind.

She made me
what I am.

Trust your teacher

and don't lose your way.

Like Kaecilius?

That's right.

You knew him.

When he first came to us,

he'd lost everyone
he ever loved.

He was a grieving, broken man
searching for answers in the mystic arts.

A brilliant student,
but he was proud, headstrong.

He questioned the Ancient One,
rejected her teaching.

He left Kamar-Taj.

His disciples
followed him like sheep.

Seduced by false doctrine.

And he stole
the forbidden ritual, right?

Yes.

What did it do?

No more questions.

What's that?

That's a question.

This is a relic.

Some magic is
too powerful to sustain,

so we imbue objects with it. Allowing
them to take the strain we cannot.

This is the Staff

of the Living Tribunal.

There are many relics.

The Wand of Watoomb.

The Vaulting Boots of Valtorr.

Really just roll off the tongue,
don't they?

- When do I get my relic?
- When you're ready.

I think I'm ready.

You're ready when the relic
decides you're ready.

For now,

conjure a weapon.

All right.

Fight!

Fight like your life
depended on it!

Because one day

it may.

Wong?

Okay.

"First, open
the Eye of Agamotto."

All right.

Oh, my.

What if...

"Dormammu."

"The Dark Dimension."

Eternal life?

- What the...
- Stop!

Tampering with continuum
probabilities is forbidden.

I was just doing exactly what
it said in the book.

What did the book say about
the dangers of performing that ritual?

I don't know.
I hadn't gotten to that part yet.

Temporal manipulations
can create branches in time.

Unstable dimensional
openings.

Spatial paradoxes!
Time loops!

You wanna get stuck
reliving the same moment

over and over forever

or never
having existed at all?

Really should put the warnings
before the spell.

Your curiosity could have
gotten you killed.

You weren't manipulating
the space-time continuum,

you were breaking it.

We do not tamper
with natural law.

We defend it.

How did you even do that?

Where did you learn the litany of spells
required to even understand it?

I've got a
photographic memory.

That's how I got my M.D.
and Ph.D. at the same time.

What you just did

takes more than
a good memory.

You were born
for the mystic arts.

And yet
my hands still shake.

For now, yes.

Not forever?

We're not prophets.

When are you gonna start
telling me what we are?

While heroes
like the Avengers

protect the world
from physical dangers,

we sorcerers safeguard it
against more mystical threats.

The Ancient One
is the latest in a long line

of Sorcerers Supreme,

going back thousands of years
to the father of the mystic arts,

the mighty Agamotto.

Same sorcerer who created the eye
you so recklessly borrowed.

Agamotto built 3 Sanctums
in places of power

where great cities
now stand.

That door leads to
the Hong Kong Sanctum.

That door to
the New York Sanctum.

That one to
the London Sanctum.

Together,

the Sanctums generate a
protective shield around our world.

The Sanctums
protect the world

and we sorcerers

protect the Sanctums.

From what?

Other dimensional beings
that threaten our universe.

Like Dormammu.

Where did you learn
that name?

I just read it in
The Book of Cagliostro. Why?

Dormammu dwells
in the Dark Dimension.

Beyond time.

He is the
cosmic conqueror,

the destroyer of worlds.

A being of infinite power
and endless hunger,

on a quest to
invade every universe

and bring all worlds
into his Dark Dimension.

And he hungers for Earth
most of all.

The pages
that Kaecilius stole.

A ritual to contact
Dormammu

and draw power from
the Dark Dimension.

Okay.

Okay.

I'm out.

I came here
to heal my hands.

Not to fight in some
mystical war.

London.

Kaecilius!

No!

Wong! Mordo!

Hello?!

Hello?!

Daniel, I see they made you
master of this Sanctum.

You know
what that means?

That you'll die
protecting it.

Stop!

How long have you been at
Kamar-Taj, Mister...

Doctor.

Mister Doctor?

It's Strange.

Maybe.
Who am I to judge?

You don't know
how to use that, do you?

What?

Stop it.

I said stop it.

You cannot stop this,
Mister Doctor.

I don't even know
what "this" is.

It's the end

and the beginning.

The many becoming the few
becoming the One.

If you're not gonna start
making sense,

I'm just gonna to have to
put this thing back on.

Tell me, Mister Doctor...

My name is
Doctor Stephen Strange.

- You are a doctor?
- Yeah.

A scientist.

You understand
the laws of nature.

All things age.
All things die.

In the end,
our sun burns out.

Our universe
grows cold and perishes.

But the Dark Dimension,

it's a place
beyond time.

That's it.
I'm putting this thing back on.

This world doesn't have
to die, doctor.

This world can take its rightful place
alongside so many others,

as part of the One.

The great and beautiful One.

We can all live
forever.

Really?

What do you have to gain out of
this New Age dimensional utopia?

The same as you.

The same as everyone.
Life. Eternal life.

People think
in terms of good and evil,

when really time
is the true enemy of us all.

Time kills everything.

What about
the people you killed?

Tiny.

Momentary specks within
an indifferent universe.

Yes. You see.

You see
what we're doing.

The world is not
what it ought to be.

Humanity longs for
the eternal,

for a world beyond time,
because time is what enslaves us.

Time is an insult.

Death is an insult.

Doctor,

we don't seek
to rule this world.

We seek to save it,

to hand it over to Dormammu,
who is the intent of all evolution,

the why of all existence.

The Sorcerer Supreme
defends existence.

What was it that brought you
to Kamar-Taj, doctor?

Was it enlightenment?

Power?

You came to be healed,
as did we all.

Kamar-Taj is a place
that collects broken things.

We all come with the promise
of being healed,

and instead The Ancient One
gives us parlor tricks.

The real magic
she keeps for herself.

You ever wonder
how she managed to live this long?

I...

I saw the rituals
in The Book of Cagliostro.

So, you know.

The ritual gives me the power
to overthrow The Ancient One

and tear
her Sanctums down.

To let the Dark Dimension in.

Because what
The Ancient One hoards,

Dormammu gives freely.

Life everlasting.

He's not the destroyer
of worlds, doctor.

He's the savior of worlds.

No. I mean, come on.

Look at your face.

Dormammu made you
a murderer.

Just how good
can his kingdom be?

You think that's funny?

No, not that.

No, not that.

What's funny is that
you've lost your sling ring.

Sir, can I help you?

Doctor Palmer,
where is she?

- Sir. We need to get...
- Where is she?!

The nurse's station.

Christine!

Stephen?

Oh, my God.

Get me in an operating theater now.
Just you.

Now.
I haven't any time.

What happened?

I was stabbed.
Cardiac tamponade.

What are you wearing?

Chest cavity is clear.

No, the blood is
in the pericardial sac.

No, no, no.

Stephen, Stephen.

Come on, come on.

Just a little higher.

Please be careful with
the needle.

Stephen?

What am I seeing?

My astral body.

Are you dead?

No, Christine.
But I am dying.

Right. Right.

Yeah. All right.

Okay.

I've never seen
a wound like this.

What were you stabbed with?

I don't know.

I'm gonna have to
vanish now.

What?

Keep me alive,
will you?

Okay. Okay.

Oh, shit.

Come on, come on.

Stephen, come on.

Hit me again.

Stop doing that.

Up the voltage and
hit me again.

No, your heart's beating!

- Just do it!
- But I can...

Oh, my God.

Oh, God! Oh, God!

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Okay.

After all this time,

you just
show up here

flying out of your body.

Yeah, I know.

I missed you, too,
by the way.

I wrote you emails,
but you never responded.

Why would I?

Christine,
I am so, so sorry.

For all of it.
You were right.

I was a complete asshole.
I treated you so horribly.

And you deserved
so much more.

Stop.
You're clearly in shock.

What the hell is
happening?

Where have you been?

After Western medicine
failed me,

I headed east, and I
ended up in Kathmandu.

Kathmandu?

Yeah.

Like the Bob Seger song?

1975, Beautiful Loser,
side A. Yeah.

I went to a place
called Kamar-Taj and I

talked to someone called
"The Ancient One".

So you joined a cult.

No, I didn't.
No, not exactly. No.

They did teach me to tap into powers
that I never even knew existed.

That sounds like a cult.

It's not a cult.

That's what
a cultist would say.

Oh, no.

Wait. Stephen, wait.
What do you think you're doing?

I'm late for a cult meeting.

This is insane.

Yeah.

Where are you going?

Can you tell me
the truth?

A powerful sorcerer,

who gave himself over
to an ancient entity,

can bend the very laws of physics,
tried very hard to kill me.

But I left him chained up
in Greenwich Village

and the quickest way back there
is through a dimensional gateway

that I opened up
in the mop closet.

Okay.
Don't tell me. Fine.

Really do have to go.

Yeah.

Strange!

You're okay.

A relative term.
But yeah, I'm okay.

The Cloak of Levitation.

It came to you.

No minor feat.

It's a fickle thing.

- He's escaped.
- Kaecilius?

Yeah.

He can fold space and
matter at will.

He folds matter outside
the Mirror Dimension,

in the real world?

Yeah.

- How many more?
- Two.

I stranded one in
the desert.

And the other?

His body's in the hall.

Master Drumm is
in the foyer.

He's been taken back
to Kamar-Taj.

The London Sanctum
has fallen.

Only New York and
Hong Kong remain now

to shield us
from the Dark Dimension.

You defended the New York Sanctum
from attack.

With its master gone,
it needs another.

Master Strange.

No.

It is Doctor Strange.

Not Master Strange.
Not Mister Strange.

Doctor Strange.

When I became a doctor,
I swore an oath to do no harm.

And I have just
killed a man!

I'm not doing that again.

I became a doctor
to save lives, not take them.

You became a doctor to save
one life above all others.

Your own.

Still seeing through me,
are you?

I see what I've always seen:
your over-inflated ego.

You want to go back to the delusion
that you can control anything,

even death,

which no one can control.

Not even the great
Doctor Stephen Strange.

Not even Dormammu?

He offers immortality.

It's our fear of death
that gives Dormammu life.

He feeds off it.

Like you feed off him?

You talk to me
about controlling death?

I know how you do it.

I've seen the missing rituals from
The Book of Cagliostro.

Measure your next words
very carefully, doctor.

Because
you might not like them?

Because you may not know
of what you speak.

What is he talking about?

I'm talking about her long life,
the source of her immortality.

She draws power from
the Dark Dimension to stay alive.

That's not true.

I've seen the rituals.
Worked them out.

I know
how you do it.

Once they regroup,

the Zealots will be back.

You'll need
reinforcements.

She's not
who you think she is.

You don't have the right
to say that.

You've no idea the responsibility
that rests upon her shoulders.

No, and I don't want
to know.

You're a coward.

Because I'm not a killer?

These Zealots
will snuff us all out

and you can't muster the strength
to snuff them first?

What do you think
I just did?!

You saved your own life!

And then whined about it
like a wounded dog!

You would have done it
so easily?!

You've no idea
the things I've done.

And the answer is yes.

Without hesitation.

Even if
there's another way?

There is
no other way.

You lack imagination.

No, Stephen.

You lack a spine.

They're back.

We have to end this.

Now!

Strange!

Get down here and fight!

No!

The Mirror Dimension.

You can't affect
the real world in here.

Who's laughing now,

asshole?

I am.

I've got his sling ring.

They can't escape,
right?

Run!

Their connection
to the Dark Dimension

makes them more powerful
in the Mirror Dimension.

They can't affect the real world,
but they can still kill us.

This wasn't cleverness.
It was suicide!

That is hilarious.

This was a mistake.

It's true.

She does draw power
from the Dark Dimension.

Kaecilius.

I came to you broken,

lost, in need.

Trusted you to be my teacher,
and you fed me lies.

I tried to protect you.

- From the truth?
- From yourself.

I have
a new teacher now.

Dormammu deceives you.

You have no idea
what he truly is.

His eternal life is not paradise,
but torment.

Liar.

Christine!

Are you kidding me?

Oh, my God.

It's not fibrillation.
She has a stunned myocardium.

- Neurogenic?
- Yes.

Someone get the swabs.

Nic?

We need to relieve
the pressure on her brain.

She's still dropping.

We're losing her!

We need to increase
her oxygen!

I need a crash cart!

Her pupils have dilated!

No reflexes.

We're not reading
any brain activity.

What are you doing?

Come on,
you're dying!

You have to return to your body now.
You don't have time.

Time is relative.

Your body hasn't even
hit the floor yet.

I've spent
so many years

peering through time,

looking at
this exact moment.

But I can't see past it.

I've prevented countless,
terrible futures.

And after each one,
there's always another.

And they all lead here,

but never further.

You think
this is where you die.

You wonder what I see
in your future?

No.

Yes.

I never saw your future.

Only its possibilities.

You have such
a capacity for goodness.

You always excelled,

but not because
you craved success,

but because
of your fear of failure.

That's what made me
a great doctor.

It's precisely what kept you
from greatness.

Arrogance and fear
still keep you

from learning the simplest

and most significant
lesson of all.

Which is?

It's not about you.

When you
first came to me,

you asked me how I was able
to heal Jonathan Pangborn.

I didn't.

He channels dimensional energy
directly into his own body.

He uses magic to walk?

Constantly.

He had a choice

to return
to his own life

or to serve something
greater than himself.

So I could have my hands
back again?

My old life?

My old life?

You could.

And the world would be
all the lesser for it.

I've hated drawing power
from the Dark Dimension.

But as you well know,

sometimes
one must break the rules

in order to serve
the greater good.

Mordo won't see it
that way.

Mordo's soul is
rigid and unmovable,

forged by
the fires of his youth.

He needs your flexibility

just as you need
his strength.

Only together do you stand
a chance of stopping Dormammu.

I'm not ready.

No one ever is.

We don't get
to choose our time.

Death is what gives life
meaning.

To know your days
are numbered.

Your time is short.

You'd think after all this time,
I'd be ready.

But look at me.

Stretching one moment out
into a thousand,

just so that
I can watch the snow.

Are you okay?

I don't understand
what's happening.

I know.

But I have
to go away now.

You said that losing my hands
didn't have to be the end.

That it could be
a beginning.

Yeah.

Because there are
other ways to save lives.

A harder way.

A weirder way.

Doctor Palmer to the ER,
please.

Doctor Palmer to the ER.

I don't want you to go.

Stop.

Choose your weapon
wisely.

No one steps foot
in this Sanctum.

No one.

Kaecilius.

You're on the wrong side
of history, Wong.

She's dead.

You were right.

She wasn't
who I thought she was.

She was complicated.

Complicated?

The Dark Dimension
is volatile.

Dangerous.

What if it overtook her?

What if it overtook her?

She taught us
it was forbidden,

while she drew on its power
to steal centuries of life.

She did what she thought
was right.

The bill comes due.

Don't you see?

Her transgressions led
the Zealots to Dormammu.

Kaecilius was her fault.

And here we are,

in the consequence of
her deception.

A world on fire.

Mordo, the London Sanctum
has fallen.

The New York one
has been attacked twice.

You know
where they're going next.

Hong Kong.

You told me once to fight
like my life depended on it,

because one day, it might.
Today is that day.

I cannot defeat them
alone.

The Sanctum's already fallen.

The Dark Dimension.

Dormammu is coming.

It's too late.

Nothing can stop him.

Not necessarily.

No.

The spell's working.

We've got
a second chance.

No!

Wong.

Breaking the laws of nature.
I know.

Well, don't stop now.

When the Sanctum's restored,
they'll attack it again.

We've got to defend it.

Come on.

Get up, Strange.

Get up and fight.

We can finish this.

You can't fight
the inevitable.

Isn't it beautiful?

A world beyond time.

Beyond death.

- Beyond time...
- Strange!

He's gone.

Even Strange has left you
and surrendered to his power.

Dormammu,
I've come to bargain.

You've come to die.

Your world is now
my world,

like all worlds.

Dormammu,
I've come to bargain!

You've come to die.

Your world is now my...

What is this?

Illusion?

No. This is real.

Good.

Dormammu,
I've come to bargain.

What is happening?

Just as you gave Kaecilius
powers from your dimension,

I brought a little power
from mine.

This is time.

Endless looped time.

You dare!

Dormammu,
I've come to bargain!

You cannot do this
forever.

Actually, I can.

This is
how things are now.

You and me,
trapped in this moment,

endlessly.

Then you will
spend eternity dying.

Yes. But everyone on Earth
will live.

But you will suffer.

Pain's an old friend.

Dormammu,

I've come to bargain!

End this!

Dormammu... Dormammu...
Dormammu...

You will never win.

No.

But I can lose

again and again,

and again,

and again, forever.

And that makes you
my prisoner.

No!

Stop!

Make this stop!

Set me free!

No.

I've come to bargain.

What do you want?

Take your Zealots
from the Earth.

End your assault on
my world.

Never come back.

Do it

and I'll break the loop.

Get up, Strange.

Get up and fight.

We can finish this.

Isn't it beautiful?

A world beyond time.

Beyond death.

What have you done?

I made a bargain.

What is this?

It's everything
you've ever wanted.

Eternal life
as part of the One.

I'm sure you're not
gonna like it.

Yeah, you really should have stolen
the whole book because the warnings...

the warnings
come after the spells.

Oh, that's funny.

We did it.

Yes.

Yes, we did it.

By also violating

the natural law.

Look around you.
It's over.

You still think there will be
no consequences, Strange?

No price to pay?

We broke our rules,
just like her.

The bill comes due.

Always.

A reckoning.

I will follow this path
no longer.

Yeah, okay.

Wise choice.

You'll wear
the Eye of Agamotto

once you've mastered
its powers.

Until then,

best not to walk the streets
wearing an Infinity Stone.

A what?

You might have a gift for
the mystic arts,

but you still have
much to learn.

Word of the Ancient One's death
will spread through the Multiverse.

Earth has no Sorcerer Supreme
to defend it.

We must be ready.

We'll be ready.

So Earth
has wizards now, huh?

Tea?

I don't drink tea.

What do you drink?

Not tea.

So, I keep a watch list

of individuals and beings
from other realms

that may be a threat
to this world.

Your adopted brother, Loki,
is one of those beings.

Worthy inclusion.

Yeah.

So why bring him here
to New York?

It's a bit of a long story.

Family drama,
that kind of thing, but

we're looking for
my father.

Oh, okay.
So if you found Odin,

you'd all return
to Asgard promptly?

Yes, promptly.

Great.

Allow me to help you.

Can I help you?

They carried you into Kamar-Taj
on a stretcher.

Look at you now,
Pangborn.

Mordo.

So what can I do for you,
man?

I've been away for many months now,
and I've had a revelation.

The true purpose
of a sorcerer

is to twist things out of
their proper shape,

stealing power,

perverting nature.

Like you.

I've stolen nothing.
This is my power.

- Mine.
- Power...

has a purpose.

Why are you doing this?

Because I see, at long last,
what's wrong with the world.

Too many sorcerers.