All language subtitles for Intruders.S01E01.She.Was.Provisional.1080p.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-NTb

(eerie music playing)

(inaudible)

(distorted)

(stairs creaking)

(muffled scream)

(shushing)

Donna, can you
keep a secret?

It's a secret
that you gave to us.

We're here
to give it back to you,

Just as you asked
all those years ago.

We're just here
to shepherd you.

It's all right.

It's all right.

It's okay.

Shh...

(retching)

(vomiting)

You'll see
that some of them fight it.

Sometimes, it takes years,

When the older one
doesn't want to give up.

Oh, no. Oh, no. No.

There's a good...
Shh...

Shh...

(muttering in arabic)

(theme music playing)

(thunder rumbles)

(banging on door)

Judy: Who is it?

Richard:
Fbi. Special agent shepherd,

Looking for william anderson.

It's late.
May I see some identification?

Bill's not here.

Richard:
If bill anderson's inside,

And you're not
telling the truth,

You're both in a bit
of trouble.

-Where is he?
-(gasping)

Where is he?

(gasping)

Richard: Do you know
where he is?

Judy: I don't know!
I don't know!

Richard: Tell me where he is.

I don't know where he is!

Richard: Quiet down.

Calm down!

Judy: Don't hurt us, please.

-Goddamn.
-Judy: I don't know!

No, I don't know,
I don't know!

(gunshots)

(gasping) oh, god. Oh, god.

Matt: Hello.
This is 5122
glenview parkway. Uh...

There's an intruder
in our house.

He has a gun.

Uh, my mom...

He's coming!

(gasps)

(sighs)

(thud)

(exhales)

(groaning faintly)

(metal clanging)

(liquid sloshing)

(fire crackling)

(sirens wailing in distance)

(gulls squawking)

(shop bell jingles)

(knocking on glass)

(chuckles)

-Bobbi: Hey, jack.
-Hey.

Isn't it amy's
birthday tomorrow?

Why don't you come in
and get her a present?

No, it's, it's today,

But she hates her birthday,

So we hardly ever celebrate
each other's birthday.

There she is. Amy...

Bobbi says it's your birthday.

Yes, it is, brud,

But this birthday
I could do without.

No.

My life didn't even begin
till I was your age.

-Come on.
-(chuckles)

-See you guys.
-Brud: Bye-bye.

Bye.

Amy! Come on!

(jazz music playing)

(clears throat)

(laughs)
what the hell
is this music?

I thought you hated jazz.

(whispers) it was private.

I respect that.

I just never heard you
listen to it before is all.

(exhales)

Sorry, honey.

I guess the music just
took me away.

Perdu: Tonight.

As I speak to you of them...

I fear no one.

I don't say this

Because my location is unknown

Or my podcast
is so well sock-puppeted.

No.

I fear no one

Because fear derives
from the unknown.

For the last three weeks,

I've been telling you
about bill anderson,

And now you know
about...Them.

Qui reverti.

The ones
who tried to kill him.

His wife, judy,
and his son, matt,

Lost their lives

When they tried
to keep this from us.

They cannot silence us.

Not bill anderson,
not me, not you.

So, when they come knocking
at your door,

Honour judy and matt anderson,

Don't be afraid to answer,

Because this life is ours.

It's not theirs.

No, no, no, no,
it is not theirs.

Fear no one.

Be...Loud.

This is professor perdu

Calling to you
from everywhere...

...And nowhere.

Over and out.

(thunder rumbling)

This is not
a birthday present,

So don't give me any shit.

(laughs)

You want to go now?

Yeah. We should.

You've not been yourself.

Make a wish.

(flames crackle)

Try some.

It's your cake.

-Oh, come on, it's good.
Come on.
-No.

Jack: It's yours.

-Mmm.
-You know what?

-Hmm?
-Now I want some.

(laughs)

(kissing)

(breathing heavily)

Woman: (singing)
♪ happy birthday to you

♪ happy birthday to you

♪ happy birthday, dear madison

♪ happy birthday to you

(mobile phone chiming)

Woman: What do you
want, simon?

We are blowing out
madison's candles.

No.

Listen, I don't care
that you're her father.

Madison doesn't want
to talk to you.

Because she doesn't.

(sighing) oh, god, simon.

Simon...

Madison, where are you going?

Stay away from the water.

(door slamming)

Got your cell,
or you at the office?

Cell.

Don't call the office.

(jazz playing on the radio)

Bye.

Amy?

(whispers) yeah.

(whispers) okay.

(cloth fluttering in wind)

(whispers) no...

(loud knocking on door)

Who is it?

Gary: Fbi.

How come you got
so much older,
but I didn't?

Gary fischer?

The dead do
come back to life, huh?

(chuckles)

Come on in.

Last I heard about you,
years ago,

Was that you had
ended up in...

Indiana?

-Illinois. Evanston.
-Ah!

Outside chicago.

I'm out here in seattle
handling an estate.

I'm a lawyer.

After your book came out,

I called lapd to find you,

And they said
you'd moved up here.

How'd you find this place?

My wife found it.

Amy? That's her name, right?

Is amy around?

You ask that like
you don't want her to be.

No, no, not at all. Just...

How did you know
how to find me here,
at this specific address?

Oh, your neighbours,
the zimmermans.

When I drove in,

I saw your display
on their window.

I saw you yesterday, gary.

I saw your car
with the illinois plates.

You knew I was there,
but you waited
until amy left the house,

Until there was
no one around here.

So you came to one of the only
cops you know personally

Because you're in
some kind of trouble, right?

Where can we talk?

Here is good.

No, it's not.

I can't tell you that.

Mom, I can't lie
to you about it.

I don't know. Hang on.

Maddy?

Everything okay?

Couldn't be better.

Gary: All right,
three weeks ago,
here in seattle,

A mother and her son,

16 years old,

Were murdered in their home.

Judy and matt anderson.

Jack: The husband.

It's always the husband.

Gary: The boy referred,
in the 911 call,

To an "intruder" in the house.

He didn't say his father.

Jack: Where is he, the father?

Gary: Nobody knows.

Bill anderson.

He's an acoustics
engineering professor

At the university
of washington.

At the time of the murders,
anderson was out

With two other
husky science professors.

What's this to you?

It's related to an estate case
I'm on back in chicago.

Jack: Just related?

You come all this way
out here to tell me?

Out in the woods?

Gary: You're a cop.

Were a cop.

Plus, living in the state
where it happened.

Might make a good story
for your next book.

You do have
investigative experience.

Jack: You know I was never
going to make detective there.

Gary: Not after what happened.

Jack: Is that your way
of telling me

You somehow got access
to my personnel record?

Gary: Jack, look,
I just heard about it,

Thought you might be
interested in it
as a cop author.

(sighs)

This bill anderson guy
either kills himself
in a week,

Or gets caught in 18 months

With some waitress
in pig's knuckle, iowa.

Always ends the same.

They have one life to live
and they can't help
blowing it.

Yeah.

I'd better be going, jack.

It was good
to see you, though.

Yeah, you too.

Come on.

(madison groaning)

(gasping)

(moaning)

(mobile phone ringing)

Amy: Hi, you've reached
amy whelan.

I'm not available right now.
Please leave a message.

(beeping)

Amy. It's just me.

Again.

Weird not to hear from you.

Love you.

Man: Alpha, oscar, three,
charlie, zulu. Come in.

(static crackling)

Alpha, oscar, three,
charlie, zulu.

Come in.

Unknown caller, by failing
to identify yourself,

You are conducting
an illegal radio transmission.

Man: Oz turner?

(static crackling)

I-I-9-9-r-c...

There is no caller
by that handle
at this location.

Over.

Man: Mr turner,
we need to talk.

No, we don't.

Man: It's about bill anderson.

(mobile phone ringing)

Amy, you all right?

Man: You lose a phone?

Who is this?

Man: George.
Seattle cab driver.

I just found this phone
in the back seat.

Yeah. Uh, uh, a woman?

When was she in the cab?

George: Don't know.

Um, blonde, business suit.

George:
I drive a lot of people.

Okay, uh, listen,
she's been gone for two days.

I've been trying
to get a hold of her.

Now I know why
I haven't heard from her.

Can you hang on?

Do you know le soleil hotel?

George: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Jack: Okay.

If you drive near it,

Could you drop the phone off
at le soleil hotel

For amy whelan?

Amy whelan.

I'll call and tell them
to expect you.

George: 50 bucks.

Jack: All right.

All right, you know
where and who?

Man: Yeah, yeah. Andy whelan.
Le soleil.

Amy! No! Amy!

(muttering) god damn it.

(line ringing)

Man: Good evening,
le soleil hotel, seattle.

Amy whelan, please.

Certainly.

I'm sorry.

May I have that name again?

Amy whelan.

I'm her husband.

We do not have
a guest registered

Under the name amy whelan
at the present time.

She would have checked in
two days ago.

I'm sorry, sir.

Okay, look, um...

A cab driver called
and said he'd found
my wife's cell phone.

I told him
to drop it off there.

May I do that
and advance his reward
from my credit card?

When I find her,
I'll have amy pick it up.

Sure. That would be fine.

Thank you.

(keys clacking)

(exclaims)

Hey, sweetie.

Can you keep a secret?

Go ahead, take it.

Nine years goes fast,
eh, marcus?

(gasping)

(gasping) please...

Please. Please don't kill me.

My name is not marcus!

It's not marcus.

I'm just a kid. I'm madison.

I don't know who marcus is.

(screaming)
mommy! Mommy!

Please don't kill me.

(shivers)

Jack: Hey, thanks for
letting me borrow it.

I'm sorry it's so last minute.

I'll have it back tomorrow.

One quirk about
this car, though, jack,

The engine mounts should've
been replaced years ago.

(engine banging)

(bangs dashboard)

(beeps)

(line ringing)

Woman: Good afternoon.
Kerry, crane and hardy.

Hi, uh, amy whelan, please?

Woman 2: Can I help you?

Yes. Amy whelan, please.

Woman 2: Mr crane
is in a meeting at the moment.

Well, that's great.
I'm looking for amy whelan.

Woman 2: I'll have him
return your call.

Sir, you said
you'd be right out.

Sure, uh, just one second.

Of course, sir,
but in that second,

Should I park the car
or have it towed?

(door opening)

(door closing)

(indistinct conversations)

-Professor perdu.
-Mr segreto?

How did you...

(clears throat)
how did you get
my cell number?

And my radio call-sign?

(chuckles)
well, if I didn't,

You'd think you were
dealing with amateurs, right?

People far beneath
your own capabilities.

I understand
the need to keep
your broadcasts oblique.

If people knew
what we even suspect...

It would all fall apart.

I mean, people like us
have a responsibility,
don't we?

Tell me, oz, if I may
use your real name?

This theory...

Is it yours?

I met a guy in seattle.

Bill anderson.

He's working on something
in his basement.

He's got some
way out there ideas,

But he's an acoustics
engineering professor

At the university
of washington, so...

Like, he told me that, uh...

All of the major
cathedral organs in europe

Have 32-foot organ pipes
that produce infrasound.

That's a sound too low
for the human ear to hear.

Why?

What unknown effects do
these frequencies have on us?

Through sound, mr segreto,

They are able
to experience
other...Frequencies.

And now we have
to teach others

To hear
these frequencies again.

Tell me,
if we could hear them,

What, for example,
would we hear?

How to never die.

Who else knows
of your research?

(chuckles)

Oh, well, there's stuff that
I talk about on my radio show,

But only bill and me know

The really mind-blowing
parts of his theory.

Well, it's been good
talking to you, man.

I've been looking for someone
who understands...Frequencies.

Mr segreto.
(clears throat)

I thought that
you came here so that
we could talk about them.

(whispers) oh, yeah,
we will soon.

Real soon.

(panting)

No...

(stops panting)

(panting)

No!

(chuckles)

Hi, lupe!

Hi, buddy.

Come here.

Aw.

(cat purring)

I'm going to take a bath now.

You don't like baths.

(cat purring)

(cat yowling)

(water splashing)

Oh, my god.

Oh, my... Oh, my god.

(shuddering) oh, my god,
what have I done?

(sobbing) what have I done?

What have I done!

Lupe...

Lupe!

(mobile phone chimes)

(microwave beeping)

Ow!

Man on tv:
...World politics,
and food supplies.

They meet behind closed doors
each year

To discuss private agenda.

Are they really a secret
society of power-brokers?

Or is it a conspiracy theory?

Find out next,
as we uncover the mystery

Of the bilderberg group.

Activists line the gate
to the hotel,

Where the bilderbergs
are conducting
their annual meeting.

Members arrive
in darkened limousines.

Surrounded
by tight security...

(banging on door)

Many of the activists
have been following

The bilderbergs for decades.

(banging continues)

(thunder rumbles)

Richard: Oz?

Oz, I know you're in there.

I have something to tell you,
about them.

I'm heavily armed.

I understand, man.

It's hard to trust people,
I understand.

More than you know.

My life is in danger
coming here to talk to you.

It's in danger
just being outside your door.

(sighs)

Richard: I was going
to tell you something
about bill anderson,

But, I get it, I get it.

I got to go.

Wait.

Richard: Hey.

(chuckles) oh, shit.

What don't you got?

(chuckles)

No "I want to believe" poster?

(cocks rifle)

Why don't you just tell me
what you came here to tell me?

Oz, you should be
proud of yourself.

They do exist.

And we don't die.

(yelps)

-But you do.
-No, please. I...

(gasping)

(gunshot)

(line ringing)

(jazz music playing)

Hello?

(jazz music continues)

(phone beeping)

(mobile phone vibrating)

Who's this?

Madison: You know who it is.

Richard: Marcus...

Madison: You brought me
back too early,

And I know why.

But shepherd...

What goes around
comes around.

(speaking russian)

She said she was with
the tsar's secret police.

Because in the beginning,
there was death.

Richard: I'll find her,
and I will bring her back
from where she came.

Happily ever after.

(gunshot)

(loud thud)

Jack: Who the hell were
those guys?

Those guys were after you.

Where's your wife?

I'm travelling alone.

No, you're not.

Step aside, please.

You're not sorry,
but you will be.

(theme music playing)