All language subtitles for The.Assassins.S01E26.1080p.YANGO.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-POWER

A long journey from
youth to manhood.

That "Hassan" went through,
preaching his mission and message.

His message, which
he exported to the world.

As a message against
injustice and corruption.

And since the way of life dictates
that in the end, every living thing dies.

Then who will be there
for the believers after me?

But after the passing
of "Hassan Al-Sabbah".

Who will be the heir?

Al-Hussein was killed.

And Al-Hadi.

Betrayed.

And now I am preparing you to
be the heir of Hassan Al-Sabbah.

So your mother ran away from me!

I don't want you.

I don't want to be your heir!

Who will rule Alamut Castle
after Hassan Al-Sabbah?

Years of life have passed
inside the castle, Barzak.

What our master
did inside the castle.

No Sultan or Caliph could do.

Hassan became alone in
the castle as if imprisoned.

I want to breathe.

I want to smell the scent of
the world outside Alamut Castle.

The time has come.

For the terrifying, fearsome
castle dweller to leave.

Without his chosen ones.

Or his men.

Will you marry me your daughter?

Why did you choose a
shepherd's daughter?

I heard that the daughters of the
desert and shepherds have strong sons.

And you want a son from me?

I want a strong son from you.

Didn't you have children before?

I had two.

One died and the
other is present.

And where is their mother?

Far away.

From your heart
or from your place?

From my place.

And your heart.

No one lives in it but her.

Then why did you marry me?

I've been imprisoned
by my own will for years.

I thought I'd go out, see the
world outside, and marry again.

Imprisoned by your own will?

What is your craft?

A guardian at the
gate of Paradise.

And sometimes a
guardian at the gate of Hell.

You are mocking the
mind of a shepherdess.

But that is truly my craft.

And some people call me a devil.

And others call me an
Imam calling for truth.

And which one are you?

An Imam or a devil?

I am Hassan.

The one who walked
a long path and is still

able to walk his path
to achieve his dream.

A dream that cost
him his dearest people.

His son.

His wife and his companions.

And he is still pursuing it.

But a dream that makes you lose
all your loved ones is not a dream.

It's a nightmare.

Great dreams, Badr.

You can only achieve them alone.

So what is the dream then?

What is a man's dream other than to
have sons and daughters and livelihood?

And a day without harm?

No, that's not a man's dream.

That's the dream of any
ram you herd outside.

The ram's dream is simple.

That's why it must stay within
the flock to know how to live.

And every man is
according to his dream.

And what is your dream?

To be one of the
Sultan's soldiers?

Or a servant in
the Caliph's palace?

Or a follower of the
madman living in the castle?

Bigger than all of that.

You are very beautiful, Badr!

But your heart will never love
me like the mother of your children.

Dunia Zad is incomparable.

And me?

You are Badr.

The beautiful young woman who could
possibly be the mother of a strong boy.

But?

But.

Request permission from my lady.

For me and my daughter to
return to our old house in Isfahan.

It's a great danger for you.

Have you forgotten
whose wife you are?

I haven't forgotten.

But I want to be more
on my own freedom.

No, Dunia.

You have another purpose.

Because here is
much safer for you.

There, I can expose him more.

I can talk to women about
the truth of Hassan Al-Sabbah.

And save many
souls from his evil.

This is not just an escape.

It's revenge.

My son's blood is on his neck.

Okay.

I will request permission
for you from our master.

And there will be
guards at your house.

The time is a time of strife.

This is my time.

The time for me to appear to
the people and speak to them.

And save their souls
from misguidance.

So you are upon their doctrine?

Evil is not in the doctrines.

The evil is in our interpretation
of the doctrine, my lady.

I believed Hassan Al-Sabbah
more than I believed myself.

So he became my
doctrine and my religion.

And when I saw the truth, I
knew that he worships himself.

And that his doctrine is
the doctrine of Al-Sabbah.

It seems you are
knowledgeable in your doctrine.

The credit goes to Al-Sabbah.

I am the one whom the
devil taught faith, my lady.

There is no book of
Hassan's that I haven't read.

There is no idea.

That passed through his mind
that didn't pass through mine.

I was his beloved and his wife.

And his follower.

Congratulations, Yahya.

Thank you, thank you.

I know you wished I was
the first man to touch you.

And I also know it
was against your will.

You had to be a houri
in the dream of Paradise.

Against your will.

You are my honor, Nourhan.

The white garment
that nothing can taint.

You are my father and mother.

Their souls returned in
your gaze to complete my joy.

After all this was going on in your
heart, Yahya, do you still see me as I am?

No one has touched me, Yahya.

I suffered for many, many years.

I saw death more than
once to remain free.

But I was sure you would return.

Then what's the point of all
this crying and sorrow we're in?

I just can't believe we
are in the same house now.

We are in the same
house now, Nourhan.

But do you know what's
really bothering me right now?

What?

That your mother only
cooked one chicken.

This is a summary of the messages
from the King of the Franks.

You know that whoever
doesn't pay the jizya.

We kill one or two.

Of his army's leaders.

And whoever pays more.

We can even help him.

Help him!

How, my lord?

We can kill the leaders
of his enemies' armies.

We can cut off his trade routes.

Wherever they are.

And in whichever
country they pass through.

This way we will enter
into wars and conflicts.

With more than one party.

And we are not
prepared for that.

We have a way of dealing
with situations like these.

If our master were present.

He might have a
different opinion.

The old way must change.

I am pregnant.

A strong boy.

God knows best.

I am sure it's a strong boy.

Happy?

More than your mind can imagine.

Now the time has come.

The time for what?

Now you understand the purpose
of the meeting and the journey.

What is it?

The boy!

What are you doing?

Returning to the castle.

And you will wait here.

Wait for what? And what castle?

Are you a follower
of the castle dweller?

I am him.

I am Hassan Al-Sabbah.

The mission is accomplished, and
the strong boy is now in your womb.

And he will be an
Imam for the entire world.

I don't understand anything.

Give birth and raise him in the
desert to be a strong boy and a fighter.

And as soon as he reaches
manhood, send him to Alamut Castle.

With this ring.

Whether I am alive or martyred.

He will take his
place and his status.

And don't worry, he
won't abandon you.

Money will reach you.

This is madness!

This is not madness.

This is a future I foresee.

Then take me with you.

Take me with you to the castle.

I am your wife.

My wife is Dunia Zad.

I am just like her!

I am also your wife.

You are the boy's
mother, and that's all.

Keep the secret and the trust.

The wife of the Castle Sheikh
is back again, just like that!

There must be
a secret behind it!

Yes.

Or she's back to plot here.

To cause a great disaster right
under Hassan Al-Sabbah's nose.

What did he task
you with this time?

Set Isfahan ablaze?

The same actions as Al-Sabbah.

The same misguidance.

I believed Hassan
Al-Sabbah and loved him.

But he loves no one but himself.

And to be the holder
of the key to Paradise.

Hassan killed his son so that those
around him would believe in him.

He worships himself.

And his doctrine is the
doctrine of Al-Sabbah.

So do not believe his
words or his miracles.

Because he is sending
your sons to Hell.

And I am not like
Hassan Al-Sabbah.

God has removed
the veil from my insight.

And he fell into the
trap of his own self.

And I declare it before you.

I am Dunia Zad, the believer
in our master the Imam.

The disbeliever in
Hassan Al-Sabbah.

Khadija!

What's wrong with you?

I hate you. Get away
from me, get away from me!

Why all this?

What have I done to upset you?

You insult my father and tell
people bad things about him!

I hate you and I love him.

I'm sorry.

And I love you.

And I said I hate you.

Your father is an oppressor.

My father is great.

Khadija!

Your father killed your brother.

He is my father and I love
him no matter what he does.

- Calm down, my dear.
- Get away from me, I said!

May God protect our
master Hassan Al-Sabbah,

the holder of the
key to Paradise.

What the lady did.

Was much more important
than what the Vizier did.

Killing and chaos decreased.

Her words had a great impact.

May God protect you from the
evil of a woman when she hates.

A woman is a beautiful
and gentle creature.

Unless she is
betrayed or humiliated.

Then she can shake
the throne of a Sultan.

Indeed, your cunning is great.

And our compassion is greater!

And what guarantees the
continuity of compassion, my lady?

Security.

A woman's true goal is security.

And her man is her security.

If she doesn't find security
with him, where will she go!

This wound has no cure
except a wound greater

than the one that made
her lose her security.

May God protect us from
the evil of a wounded woman.

And from the evil of
a treacherous man.

Our master.

I wanted to enter
to see Al-Hadi.

It's been a few days since
we knew anything about him.

Food and drink are given
to him every other day.

And I am worried about him.

You would worry about our
master's son more than I do!

Pardon, my lord.

But Al-Hadi is a young man.

And I'm afraid his
imprisonment will be prolonged.

Al-Hadi is in prison until our
master commands otherwise.

Our master has been
in seclusion for days.

And talk has increased.

About his absolute
non-appearance.

I'm not talking about
the youth of the mission.

I'm talking about the senior
preachers and missionaries.

Inform them that
our master is present.

And that this is a test
of their obedience and

the obedience of their
souls in his absence.

And that he is the one giving
me the orders I convey to you.

My master's command.

What about Al-Hadi?

Let the one responsible
for his guard double the food.

What did he tell you?

Unintelligible speech.

I fear.

That he has done
something unforgivable.

The days will make
us understand.

Bring me Al-Hadi's guard.

Meaning he's
not sitting with me.

Not looking at me,
not talking to me.

I've drifted off to
my grave, Sahban.

Your grave!

Its place and its shape.

And what is planted beside it.

Why this talk?

You must think about the house where
you will spend the rest of your death.

We sit in the houses
of this world for years.

And we sit in the grave forever.

And what have you decided
regarding your grave?

First, it must be
in a beautiful place.

Pleasant.

Not in Isfahan, nor
Tus, nor Samarkand.

Personally, I want to be
buried in the bathhouse.

My grave will be in Nishapur.

Next to an orchard
with roses and trees.

And beautiful scents.

Moved by the northern winds.

And every spring.

The grave of Omar
Al-Khayyam becomes a paradise.

With all kinds of roses
and beautiful fragrances.

You'll be dust then,
you won't feel anything!

You're talking about
the body, you simpleton.

Not the soul.

Do you know what we are?

I am a simpleton, but I know.

The truth.

What is our truth?

What?

A pure soul.

With a great light.

Capable of the impossible.

But all this beautiful energy

is imprisoned
inside a mold of clay.

A small, confined space.

Why desires, instincts,
and base cravings.

If this clay mold.

With its instincts and desires.

Can suppress the soul
and the light within it.

Then the human becomes.

A dead beast.

Even if outwardly alive.

Understood?

No!

And I can't understand either.

Sometimes I feel
you are an infidel!

And sometimes I feel you
worship the moment you live in.

And sometimes I feel
you are an ascetic scholar.

What are you?

What am I!

I am Omar Al-Khayyam.

The one lost between
pure imagination.

And confused illusion.

I have composed
the natures of souls.

So how can You punish
souls You have fashioned!

And how can You
annihilate them completely!

Or see a flaw.

In a soul You have formed.

God.

What is all this!

And you will still see glory and
wealth you have never seen before.

How?

You will go to the
gate of Alamut Castle.

And shout at the top of your voice
and order the guards to open the gate.

And tell them
with all confidence.

I am your master,
Hassan Al-Sabbah.

Hassan Al-Sabbah!

And how will they believe me
with this appearance of mine?

And me, a drunken pauper?

I will give you my clothes
and take your tattered ones.

The epitome of justice.

And after I shout.

And tell them I am your
master Hassan Al-Sabbah?

The gates of bliss
will open for you.

But...

If they discover
my truth inside.

They will kill me.

No, no.

No, no, I don't want to die.

You won't have
time to be killed.

Because you will meet
the real Hassan Al-Sabbah.

And he is very amused by
those who claim to be him.

He will honor you
with amazing gifts.

And he will laugh at your
sight and release you.

And swap the clothes back?

Immediately!

Disappear, oh
clothes of misfortune.

And get ready, Hamdan,
for the clothes of the nobles.

Oh guards!

Open the gate!

I am your master,
Hassan Al-Sabbah!

The holder of the
key to Paradise.

As for the qualities
of the spiritual warrior.

They are that the
learned one should not

swear by God, Glorified
and Exalted be He.

Whether truthfully or falsely.

And that he
fulfills his promise.

And that he avoids
cursing anything.

And that he refrains his
hand from God's creatures.

And that he avoids
praying against anyone.

And that he does not testify against
anyone from the people of the Qibla.

Take your place, Yahya.

And that he avoids.

Testifying against anyone
from the people of the Qibla.

Of disbelief.

Or of hypocrisy.

That is closer to mercy.

And ethics.

And that he avoids
looking at sins.

And that he does not
depend on the creation.

But.

Depends on the Creator.

In the name of God, the Most
Gracious, the Most Merciful, and there is

no power nor strength except with
God, the Most High, the Most Great.

In the name of God.

Where, our master, is
fighting corrupt ideas.

And praying against the
oppressor and cursing the tyrants?

By God.

If your condition is rectified.

God will rectify through
you everyone around you.

But we are in a time of strife, our
master, and enemies are everywhere.

Then this is the station of
struggling against the self.

And striving against the self

is one of the greatest
types of Jihad.

And Jihad against the
disbelievers and oppressors?

Indeed, God will help
those who help Him.

By God.

If you help your Lord
against yourself, your

Lord will help you against
whoever opposes you.

Even if it were all the
people of the Earth.

Come, come.

Praise be to God for
our master's safe arrival.

Rise, for there is an
important and great spiritual

journey that the
believers must know about.

And there are great
messages from the heavens.

Heralding a new birth for
Alamut Castle and its Sheikh.

I did this because I love you.

So that you can bear and
endure what is to come.

My tyranny is the eye of love.

My cruelty is mercy.

I don't want your mercy!

Prepare and perform ablution.

Eat and drink.

Tomorrow is the
most important day.

In the life of my master
Al-Hadi bin Hassan Al-Sabbah.

In the name of God, and
prayers and peace be upon

the Messenger of God
and upon his good family.

And peace be upon our master the Imam,
the concealed, Nizar, peace be upon him.

Now then.

Just as our master Yousef was the
bearer of our master Yaqoob's secret.

And our masters,
the Ahl al-Bayt.

Are the heirs of
the great secret.

Then the secret of Hassan Al-Sabbah,
the holder of the key to Paradise

is in the soul,
heart, and chest of.

My master Al-Hadi
bin Hassan Al-Sabbah.

So I announce
before you my heir.

The holder of my
place and my status, and

the holder of the key
to Paradise after me.

To him belongs complete
sovereignty and the most dazzling light.

And I have seen
wonders from him.

And I have seen the angels
greet him and teach him knowledge.

And I have been informed by our
master the Imam, peace be upon him.

That he is the Imam after me.

Upon you is complete
obedience to him.

In every matter of your
worldly and religious affairs.

From now and for as long
as God wills him to live.

Rise and pledge allegiance
to your commander.

You have my obedience
until the Day of Judgment.

My master and son of my master.

My master Al-Hadi.

I am just Al-Hadi, Barzak.

You have my complete
obedience and love, my master.

You are our master's son.

Your virtue is upon all of us.

You are his secret.

I don't know if this is something to be
happy about or something to worry about.

Be happy, my master.

You are the prince, son of the prince.

You are our master.

And I am the humble servant.