All language subtitles for Sanctuary A Witchs Tale s02e03.eng

Ryan was killed by a witch.

The witch kept absorbing
Ryan's energy

until he was dead.

I mean, if the police can't
protect their own,

I mean, God help the rest of us.

I need intelligence
on Angela Otis.

-Like spying?
-What have you found?

The fisherman that called
in the report has form.

Murder weapon?

Still looking.

Something weird happened today.

It felt like there were bugs
crawling on my skin,

but there weren't any.

Who the hell sent this?

The witch who killed
Ryan Henshall.

I'm not gonna let anything
happen to our daughter.

[suspenseful music]

[radio chatter]

Sir!

They've found something.

[dramatic music]

[birds twittering]

Lachlan: Can't sleep? [sniffs]

Me neither.

Thanks for staying over.

Does she know?

About the notes.

Oh.

No, she's got enough
to contend with.

Don't you think maybe
she deserves

to know what she's up against?

She's a tough kid.

With the best will in the world,

you weren't here.

You didn't see what
she went through.

But I do see the adult
she's becoming, and...

and that's all you.

Thank you.

What?

Maggie.

She'll be gunning to tell
the DCI

what we found out last night.

Well, can you talk to her?

Persuade her to hold off

until you have something more?

She won't like it.

You stayed over?

No, erm, yeah, but on the couch.

So, are you gonna tell me what
you discovered yesterday?

[dramatic music]

The witch that killed Ryan,

they were using illicit
dark magic

to draw energy from him.

You've got nothing to
be frightened of.

That's not strictly true.

Lachlan!

Telling her the truth

is the best protection

you can give her.

Is this about the sigil
they copied from my tattoo?

I had a note...

from...

the killer.

What did it say?

That magical attack you had,

they're implying
they're behind it.

[dramatic music]

So, they're threatening me?

I won't let anything
happen to you.

It's not all on you anymore,
Mum.

She's right.

So, whatever's coming,
we face it head-on.

Right?

Together.

[door opens]

The police found a knife.

It's already with forensics,

and if the DNA matches,
which it will,

they'll charge the fisherman
with murder.

How long will forensics take?

Pfft, er, a day, at most.

Well, that gives me time.

For what?

Scrying.

It's a way of connecting
magically

with another person.

If I could get a glimpse of
the killer's surroundings...

-Sarah...
-...I might be able

to uncover their identity.

We don't have long.

I can begin this morning.

The more we have to show
Deveraux, the better.

[birds singing]

Okay, er, I'll dig
into the suspect.

See if I can find holes
in the case against him.

-Great.
-Alright.

[deep sigh]

[crow caws]
[mysterious music]

[whoosh]

[paper tearing]

[sizzling]

Revelare mysteria tua.

[ominous music]

[phone ringing]

[worried sigh]

Yes?

I was expecting
an update by now.

About what Angela's up to.

Not a lot to report, I'm afraid.

Unless chronic sciatica's
cause for concern.

[suspenseful music]
That's it?

-That's it.
-You seem to be forgetting

some of the tenets of our deal.

You bring me information
on Angela...

...or I have your magic...

...bound.

Izz, will you get this lady,
a cappuccino is it?

-Yes, please.
-Here we go.

Ah.

I miss this.

Yeah.

Sitting, having coffee with you.

One of life's real pleasures.

I'm dying to know,

how did your session
with Angela go?

She felt on the back foot,
I think.

Oh.

Well, perhaps a social
setting might be better.

Yeah.

Oh, my book group's tonight.

You should come.

Are you sure?

Yes.

But will anyone mind

if I haven't read the book?

Oh, God, don't be worrying
about that,

I've been avoiding it all week.

It's just an excuse
to get sloshed.

[laughs]

[gentle piano music]

Ah, well, I'm eager
to hear everyone's reactions

to my proposals.

Mm.

I see.

Well, I only hope my fellow
committee members

don't come to regret
their choice.

[phone slams hard]

[sighs] The parliamentary
committee's

publishing our report.

Without your recommendations?

[exasperated sigh]
Okay, get me Meredith,

at Politics Today.
If they won't recommend

tougher laws on witches,
I'll do it myself.

Hello.

Sorry, I hope I'm not
interrupting anything.

Oh, just our government
cruising towards catastrophe.

I was just gonna ask you
something about Sarah,

I can come back.

Er, Luka, Bea, would you mind?

[whispers] Sorry.

I was just wondering
if she might tag along

to book group tonight?

She'd hate for politics

to get in the way of friendship.

That's very generous of her.

Look, erm, it'd be nice to
help her

integrate more, wouldn't it?

[sinister music]

Yes.

Yes, tell her to bring a bottle.

Luka: How many thousand
more views today?

How many thousand
more trolls, you mean?

They're calling me an amateur.

Saying I'm clearly a pawn
in Angela's game.

Well, it's not every fledgling
political journalist

who touches a nerve
the way you have.

[sighs]

At this point, I wish I hadn't.

I mean, you can't
please everyone.

And where's the fun in that?

Sod the haters.

[dramatic music]
Why don't you let me buy you

a really big drink...

tonight?

Woman: Sorry to keep
you on hold...

-Hold on.
-Hello? Hello?

Er, yes, this is
Angela Otis's office.

Yes, yeah, this is Luka.

[sizzling]

[glass lid clinks]

[bubbling]

[ominous tones]

[whooshing]

[eerie chanting]

Evil voice: Who's there?!

[office phone ringing]

-Hi, Maggie.
-Hey, hi.

[suspenseful music intensifies]

Interviewer: Tell me, what you
heard at the lake?

Fisherman: It was freaky,

never heard anything like it
in my life.

I made the call and got
out of there

as fast as I could.

Interviewer: Where did you go?

Fisherman: A mate's house over
on the south side.

Straight through the center
of town.

[mysterious music]

Interviewer: What time was this?

Fisherman: Around 3:15,

I got to his place around 3:30.

[people protesting, shouting]

[doorbell tinkles]

[phone buzzes]

[knocking on door]
[door opens]

Hi.

Thought you might
fancy some lunch.

[dramatic music]

Sarah: I feel like I'm being
a bad friend.

Pierre: To who?

Navigating the Moot,

and my relationships with
everyone is...

tricky.

I can't be present
in the way I want to be.

Everyone knows what
you've been through.

We all just wanna be here
for you.

I'm so lucky to have
your friendship.

Lachlan: Anyone here?

Oh, sorry, I didn't
realize you had...

-company.
-Uh, join us.

I should be going.

Not on my account, I hope?

Call me when you need me.

Are you sure you won't stay?

[door squeaks]

Yeah.

I think I might've killed the
mood there, or something.

He wanted to make sure
I was okay.

He's a good friend.

You don't have to explain to me.

[dramatic music]

I know I don't.

So did, er, anything
ever happen with you guys?

What happened to not
having to explain anything?

Not my business.

Got it.

[suspenseful music]

[tapping keys]

[suspenseful music intensifies]

Meredith from Politics Today
just got back to me.

-And?
-You're in.

Yes! [laughs]

Call her back, tell her I want
that stuffed shirt from the Moot

as my opponent, Robert Alton.

Politics Today.
You'll be brilliant.

Mm, you see the main thing
with television is to always

have a trump card
up your sleeve,

which is why I'm going to be
using it

to announce the Witch
Identification Bill.

What... what do you mean,
Witch Identification?

Listen, ordinary people are
frightened, and rightly so.

And the prospect of
a new legislation,

I think it'll reassure them,
yeah?

Luka, come on.

[tense music]

-You can't charge the fisherman.
-Oh.

What is it with you
and this suspect?

We've identified
it's his fishing knife.

This is from the CCTV camera

in the café in the center
of Sanctuary.

[phone thumps]
Look at the time stamp.

[office phone rings distantly]

3:21 p.m., exactly when we
believe Ryan was murdered.

His alibi stands up.

But you... you can't even see
the license plate.

And... and there's nothing
to suggest

that it's even him driving it.

-But...
-Now stop it, Maggie.

Look, I understand that this

feels personal to you,
but this is my case!

Not yours.

If Ryan's DNA

is on that knife,
I'm charging the suspect.

-But...
-End of story!

You can leave now,
Maggie, please!

[people chattering]

[protesters chanting]

I'm mad at myself mostly.

Don't know why I thought
people had moved on.

Hiding my magic, it's like
having to write left-handed.

Especially keeping it
from Lachlan.

You haven't told him?

No.

Mum says I can't.

She doesn't trust him,

even though he's clearly
mad about her.

Well, does she feel
the same way?

You know Mum.

Not exactly readable
in that department.

Would love her to think
about herself

for a change, though.

Instead of worrying about me.

I think she uses me
as an excuse not to go for it.

[soft music]
[footsteps approaching]

I really appreciate you making
an effort with Angela.

If you can be friends with her,
then I don't see why I can't.

Well...

if it turned out that we were
more than just friends,

how would you feel about that?

All I care about...

is that you're happy.

Really?

Really.

Okay.

[sinister music]

Welcome.

Please.

Please come on in.

-Hi.
-Hi.

Hi, Harper.

What are you up to these days?

[scoffs] What do you care?

I'm at Cambridge now.

Doing a bit of journalism
on the side.

Yeah. Nice interview,
by the way.

Way to get people really
frothing at the mouth.

My article's totally unbiased.

[laughs] Your choice of
interviewee wasn't.

It was my idea, actually.

I happen to think Bea's
an excellent journalist.

Yeah, I bet you do.

Come on.

[footsteps receding]

Thanks.

Sarah: Wow, did you make
all these?

Christ, no.

Caterers.

For book club?

Spot the perfectionist.

Honed by years
of being a single parent.

When Magnus died,
I had a choice,

collapse into a self-pitying
heap,

or just buck up and make
something of my life.

I want to be an example to Luka.
Not a burden.

But finding space
for grief must've been hard.

Not really.
[melancholic music]

I mean, Magnus was ill
for a very long time,

I did most of my grieving
while he was still alive.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

Cheers.

Do you remember much
about your dad?

No.

Sometimes I wish
I didn't remember mine.

I mean, he always had affairs,

I thought, when I got
into Cambridge,

he'd show more interest
in my life again.

But apparently this time
it's true love.

That's his loss.

I mean, look at you.

[laughs softly]

Me, on the other hand...

ever since I deferred my place
in uni,

Mum's been...

disappointed in me.

She obviously rates you.
She gave you a job.

Ah, but this way she gets
to keep an eye on me.

If there's one thing she hates
it's not having control.

Aren't you being a bit hard
on her? I mean...

I'd love to have a mum
like that.

You're easy to talk to,
you know.

I like that.

You do?

[dramatic music]

Angela: Yeah, just down
the hall.

[sighs heavily]

[suspenseful music]

[murmurs a spell]

[zinging]

[door creaks]

[high tempo music]

[girls chatting, giggling]

[rifling through papers]

Any time you're free. [laughs]

-I love you.
-Love you.

-Okay, get home safe.
-You too, bye.

See you tomorrow.

[women giggling loudly]

[inhales deeply]

Reveal your secrets.

[murmurs a spell]

[clank]

[high tempo music continues]

'Luka deserves to
know his father.'

'Magnus.'

[dramatic music]

[breathes erratically]

Not again.

[panicked breathing]

It's not real, it's not real,
it's not real.

It's not real.

[phone vibrates]

[high tempo music]

[door opens]
[laughter continues]

[papers rustling frantically]

[panicked breathing]

[gasps] Aargh, aargh, aargh.

[gasping, choking]

Sorry, I got a bit lost on
my way back from the loo.

Hmm.

-Angela.
-Hmm?

We've actually got a lot
in common, you and I.

Is that so?
[dramatic music]

I know how hard it is
to be the only one.

Yes, well...

we do whatever it takes
to protect our children.

Like the way I tell Harper,

I'll always be there
to protect her.

When it's a lie.

Sometimes lying to our
children's the kindest choice.

Woman: Angela?

Angela: More wine, ladies?

[unsettling cawing]

[keys jangle]

[Harper gasping]

[ominous music]

Harper?

-Harper!
-[gasps]

[motorbike rumbles]
Can you hear me?

Harper!

Harper, what happened?

Can you breathe?

Just... Harper, talk to me.

-Please!
-What happened?

I don't know what's
wrong with her.

Let's get her indoors.

Hang in there, kiddo, come on.

She can't breathe.

-No, she can't breathe.
-[gasping]

It looks like a crude
asphyxiation spell.

This magic, it's so violent.

Hey.

We've just gotta calm her down
and then we can work on

breaking the spell, together.

[suspenseful music]

[inhales deeply]

[gasping]

Pax vobis!

[sighs heavily]

[dramatic music]

I'm scared...

[fire crackling quietly]

To start relying on you.

You think I won't stick around.

Will you?

If I remember,
you were the free spirit.

[laughs]

Maybe that was all a front.

Because I was mad about you.

[scuffling, clanking]

[dog barking]

[ominous music]

[high tempo music]

[shouts] Show yourself!

While I was scrying,

it was like the killer knew
I was there.

Like they were taunting me.

So, they know you're on to them.

[birds twittering]

Angela's husband,

the one she claims is dead.

[crow caws]

He's alive.

[suspenseful music]

So, the grieving widow line?

It's all a lie.

For whatever reason,
she's kept him out of her story.

This is good.

Well done.

I'll leak it to the press.

Let the tabloids
have a field day.

[crow cawing]

Robert.

Don't go too hard.

Whatever she may have said,

she's been through a lot.

[car door closes]

[door opens]

-Any news on forensics?
-There'll be a press conference

at two o'clock.

We got our man.

[mysterious music]

[sighs]

[suspenseful music]

Deveraux's got a DNA match
and is going public.

He's about to arrest
an innocent man.

You'd better stop him
from making a horrible mistake.

Come on.

[car door opens]

[car door closes]

[ominous music]

[Maggie sighs]

Okay.

We're just in time.

[door locks click, clank]

[door handle rattles]

[up tempo music]

What the hell are you doing?

I'm so sorry, Maggie, but I
can't let you out of the car.

There's too much at stake.

Open the door... now!

Right, good afternoon.

I'm gonna read a short
statement,

regarding the murder of
DC Ryan Henshall.

He's announcing it!

We've just made an arrest,

following confirmation
from forensic...

What am I supposed to tell Gwen?

That I let the wrong man go
down for her grandson's murder?

-To protect you.
-I know it makes no sense.

Please, you... you
just have to trust me.

Do you know how much I've
risked trusting you?

I'm so sorry.

Categorically,

there was no witchcraft
involved.

That's all for now.
Thank you for your time.

[reporters shouting questions]

[thrashing]

Get out of the car!

Listen, when I was scrying,
I saw something.

-I think...
-[screams] Get out!

[car door opens]

[exhales heavily]

[dramatic music]

Sarah?

Sarah!

[breathing heavily]

I don't like who I'm becoming.

[soft music]

I feel like...

I can't trust myself.

A lot's changed,
of course you feel disoriented.

But believe me,

you're doing everything right.

[sighs]

Thank you...

for being there.

[whispers] Hey.

[suspenseful music]

[sighs]
[door opens]

Thank you.

I can sleep easier knowing that
they've caught him.

I'm going inside to pack.

[footsteps receding]

[knocking on door]

[tea cup rattles]

You're not buying it, are you?

You think they got
the wrong man.

I'm so sorry, Gwen.

I let you down.

No.

You're exhausted.

You need to rest.

Then get right back
on that horse.

Ryan deserves it.

[bird singing]

[news jingle]

Going live at five, four,
three...

Two public figures,

two very different visions.

Robert Alton, head of the Moot

and its mission to uphold

the safe integration of witches
in society,

and Angela Otis,

MP for Sanctuary,

and advocate for rather more
stringent legislation.

Do existing laws

adequately protect all citizens?

Robert Alton.

Yes. Peaceful integration

has worked for centuries.

Witches and mundanes
are friends,

neighbors and family.

Draconian measures
have already crept in,

but they only stoke
fear and erode trust.

Host: Angela Otis.

No. Now look, I'm sure
the majority of witches

are upstanding citizens.

But what about the minority,

the ones who wish us harm?
[suspenseful music]

Now, the country woke up to
a stark reality last year,

learning that witches
can do terrifying things.

Host: Laws to level
the playing field.

Unnecessary, and against
the recommendations

of Mrs. Otis's own committee.

The Moot has the authority
to strictly regulate magic,

investigate infractions,
and mete out justice.

The system works.

Now... now hang on a minute.
Hang on.

What sane government would leave
public safety

in the hands of a partisan
organization?

Now, that is why I'm proposing
a Witch Identification Bill.

[ominous music]

And what does that entail?

It's very simple.

Every witch will be registered
with the police.

Their biometrics added to
a crime database

and movement restricted
without authorization.

Now, law enforcement
needs enhanced powers.

And the quicker they can access
crucial information,

the safer we will all be.

Can you hear yourself?

But that's... that's a violation

of basic human liberty.

It's basic common sense.

We need stronger safeguards.

-What is she doing?
-Robert: What we need is...

Declaring war.

[television debate continues]

There we go.

-Cheers.
-Thank you.

Right.

You were fantastic.

Thank you. Thank you, Bea.

Where's my boy?

-You were wonderful.
-Ah.

I'll join you shortly.

So...

how was I?

Yeah, you were...

-you were very persuasive.
-Yeah.

But that... bill...

if you push it through,

it'll change everything.

Yeah, that's erm...

that's rather the point.

Oh.

[suspenseful music]

Poor Sarah.

[whispers] Bridget, come on.

This isn't personal.

Yeah?

Mm?

Look, if this...

you and me,
is gonna go anywhere,

I really need you to
understand that,

and I would really... really like
it to go somewhere.

[dark orchestral music]

You must be feeling
pretty shaken up.

Is that what you wanted to
talk to me about?

Hold out your hand.

Hm?

Just do it.

[soft music]

[zinging]

Magic.

You're magical.

I knew it.

-[laughs]
-I knew it.

[laughs] I knew it.

Hey.

You've been hiding this for,

what, since you were 13?

Why?

'Cause I learned at an early age

that my powers would make me
a target.

Does Sarah know?

-[laughs] Yes.
-Yeah, of course.

But we're keeping it
under wraps for now.

It must be agony.

Well, if it's any consolation,
I think I...

I understand a little how
that feels,

having my magic bound.

I think I might be able to
unbind you.

It's a serious spell, Harper.

It took three Moot witches

to bind me in the first place,
and...

[zinging, tinkling]

[poignant music]

[whooshing]

The tide is turning,
isn't it... against us?

If the three of us joined
forces we could turn it back.

Hey.

It's illegal.

And you'd risk angering the Moot

in a way you could never,

ever come back from.

It's a risk I'm willing to take.

Well, I'm not prepared
to let you, okay?

Besides, you'd need a...
a copy of Starcross.

It's the only grimoire that
contains the Unbinding spells.

So, it's a no.

Sorry, kid.

Pierre: Did you watch the debate
last night?

-Bridget: Mm-hmm.
-Mad, right?

Who does that woman
think she is?

Oh, I felt they both gave
as good as they got.

What about Sarah?

Our friend.

Speaking of Sarah,

has the besotted swain declared
his intentions yet?

[sighs]

I think that door's closed.

What do you mean?

-Lachlan.
-Oh.

And she told me she'd no
interest in romance.

Looks like things have changed.

Oh, sweets.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

What do you think of him?

Oh, he's a bit flashy,

I mean, that motorbike.

But it's understandable
they've a bond.

They've history, a child.

And Lachlan's a witch.

Perhaps that matters to Sarah
more than we realized.

Don't you think it's strange,

him just turning up like this?

20 years too late.

Well, now you come to
mention it.

What does he really want?

Well, why don't you ask him?

Mm.

-Oh, there you go.
-Oh.

You're an angel.

Thank you.
[paper bag rustles]

-Right, I'll see you later.
-Bye.

[jaunty music]

What? [exasperated sigh]

[knocker tapping]

Pierre.

What do I owe this pleasure?

Oh, you know, just...

passing through.

Well, come on in.

I need a break from the books.

You, er, you want a tea?

Beer?

Beer's good.

Beer is... good.

[bottles clink]

[bottle tops clatter]

My man.

Cheers.
[beer spills]

I just wanted to say,

well...

sorry, if it looked like I was
being possessive over Sarah.

No, no, I... I get it.

No, you guys are close,
and er...

well, I'm some guy that just
shows up out of the blue.

Why have you?

I'm sorry?

What do you really want
from her?

I don't believe that's any
of your business.

She's already been
through enough.

She doesn't deserve
to get hurt again.

Who said anything about
anyone getting hurt?

I don't trust... your motives.

Okay. Let's just, er,
cut to the chase here.

Been itching to do it
since you met me.

[dramatic music]

-Come on, throw a punch.
-What?

Might as well get it
out of your system.

All that pent up rage
can be really bad for...

[hard punch]
Ugh!

Jesus, that hurt.

[high tempo music]

[lighter punch]
Ugh!

Yeah, well, fair's fair, right?

-You son of a...
-Whoa!

[crashing, struggling]
Whoa, whoa!

-Enough of your fucking...
-Aaargh!

[coughing, choking]

[men grunt, breathe heavily]

Got it outta your system?

Sarah would hate this.

Mm.

[dramatic music]

I'm just looking out for her.

Get home safe, yeah?

[birds twittering]

[ominous music]

[gulls crying]

[keys jangle]

[keys drop]

Hey!
[massive wallop]

[dramatic music]

[hard punch]

[pages turning]

[stones clinking on window]

[soft music]

[intense romantic music]

[sinister music]

[dramatic music]

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