All language subtitles for 14. Doctor Strange

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Master Caecilius, 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.

See, Billy, you said this one would be
hard. Ha!

It's 1978.

No, Billy, while Feel So Good may have
charted in 1978, the album was released

in December of 1977.

No, Wikipedia says it's a... Check
again.

Where do you store all this useless
information?

Useless? The man charted a top ten hit
with a foogle horn.

Status, Billy?

1977. Oh, please. I hate you. Boom!

Feels so good, doesn't it?

Oh, I got this, Stephen. You've done
your bit. Go ahead. We'll close up.

What is it?

DSW.

Amazing kept him alive.

Apnea for the brain stem test and the
apnea reflex test.

I think I found the problem, Dr. Palmer.

Left a bullet in his head. Thanks. It's
impinging on the medulla. I needed a

specialist. Nick diagnosed brain death.

Something about that doesn't feel right
to me. We have to run.

Dr. West, what are you doing?

Hey. Organ harvest. It'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 a prep for
suboccipital craniotomy. Not going to

you operate on a dead man. What do you
see?

A bullet. A perfect bullet. It's been
hardened. You harden a bullet by

lead with antimony. Toxic metal.

And that's leached directly into the
cerebral spinal fluid.

Rapid onset central nervous system
shutdown. I'm going to go. The patient's

dead, but he is dying. He's going to
want to harvest his organs.

I'll assist you. No.

Dr. Palmer will assist me.

Image guidance stat.

We don't have time for that.

You can't do it freehand. I can and I
will. This isn't the time for showing

strings. How about ten minutes ago when
you called the wrong time of death?

Cranial nerves intact.

Dr. West, cover your watch.

You know, you didn't have to humiliate
him in front of everyone. I didn't have

to save his patient either, but, you
know, I sometimes just can't help

Nick is a great doctor. You came to me.

Yeah, well, I needed a second opinion.
You had a second opinion. What you

was a confident one. Well, 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.
Thanks. Look, I'm fusing transected

cords. I'm stimulating neurogenesis in
the central nervous system. The work I'm

doing is going to save thousands for
years to come. In ER, you get to save

Drunk idiot with a gun? Yeah, you're
right. In the ER, we're only saving

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

Well, I guess I'll just have to stick
with Nick.

Oh, wait a minute. You're not... You
guys aren't... What?

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

Explicit, actually. And no, I have a
very strict rule against dating

Oh, really? I call it the strange
problem. Oh, well, good. I'm glad

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.

No, regardless, I'm very flattered by
your policy.

Look, I'm talking tonight at a
neurological society dinner.

Come with me.

Another speaking engagement?

So romantic.

I just love coming to those things with
me. We had fun together.

No, you had fun.

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

Not only about me.

Stephen, everything is about you.

Maybe we can hyphenate.

Strange Palmer technique.

Palmer strange.

What have you got for me?

I've got a 35 -year -old Air Force
colonel, crested lower spine and some

experimental armor, mid -thoracic birth
fracture.

Yeah, well, I could help it. So could 50
other people. Find me something worth

my time.

I have a 68 -year -old female with an
advanced brainstem glioma. Yeah, you

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.

Send me the...

Got it.

What did they do?

They rushed you in a chopper, but it
took a little while to find you.

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

What did they do?

Eleven stainless steel pins in the bone.

Multiple torn ligaments.

Severe nerve damage in both hands.

You were on the table for eleven hours.

Look at these big satyrs.

No one could have done better.

I could have done better.

Give your body time to heal.

You've ruined me.

How long until I can... Dr. Strange,
those tissues are still healing. Speed

up. Pat them down the brachial artery
into the radial artery.

It's possible.

It's 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

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 three times a week.

And then one day he stopped coming.
Thought he was dead.

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

Walked? Yeah, walked.

Bullshit. Show me his file.

It took me a while to pull the files
from the archive.

But if it proves your arrogant ass
wrong, worth it.

research. I read all the papers you've
sent.

Not gonna work.

I don't think you realize how severe the
damages are. The best have tried and

failed. I understand.

Here's the thing. What you want from me
is impossible, Stephen.

Come on. And I've got my own reputation
to consider. Wait, wait. I can't help

you. No, no, wait.

He won't do it.

There's a new procedure in Tokyo. They
culture donor stem cells and then

harvesting them and 3D printing a
scaffold. If I could get a loan

Small loans, $200 ,000.

You've always spent money as fast as you
can make it, but now you're spending

money you don't even have.

Maybe it's time to consider stopping.

No, no.

It's exactly the time not to stop
because, you see, I'm not getting any

But this isn't medicine anymore. This is
mania.

Some things just can't be fixed. Life
without my work.

It's 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.

It's fine. I can't watch you do this to
yourself anymore.

Is it 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.
Oh, yeah? Then what are you doing here?

Bringing cheese and wine like 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 drag of
humanity for you to work on.

Catch him up and send him back into the
world.

Heart's just humming. You care so much,
don't you?

Goodbye, Stephen.

That was the competition.

Talk a lot.

Jonathan Pangborn, C78 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, a neurosurgeon. Was
a neurosurgeon.

Actually, you know what, 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.

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

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.

Yeah.

And 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
Camartage.

But the cost there is high. How much?

I'm not talking about money.

Good luck.

Kamar -taj. You know where kamar -taj
is?

Guys, I don't have any money.

You'll watch.

No, please.

That's all I have left.

You're looking for Kamata.

Really? So we got the right place?

That one looks a little more...
...commer -taji.

I once stood in your place.

And I too was... ...disrespectful.

So might I offer you some advice?

Forget everything you think you know.

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.

Hello.

Thank you.

And thank you.

But thank you, ancient one, for being...
You're very welcome.

The ancient one. Thank you, Master
Mordo. Thank you, Master Hamir.

Mr. Strange.

Doctor, actually.

Well, no, not anymore, surely.

Isn't that why you're here?

You've undergone many procedures.

Seven, right?

Yeah.

Good tea.

Did you heal a man named Pangborn, a
paralyzed man?

In a way.

You helped him to walk again?

Yeah. 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? The cells.

And 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 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.

All right, how do we do that? Where do
we start?

Don't like that map? Oh no, it's really
good. You know, I've seen it before in

gift shops.

What about this one?

Acupuncture, great.

Yeah?

What about that one?

Showing an MRI scan.

I do not believe this.

Each of those maps was drawn up by
someone who could see in part, but not

whole. I spent my last dollar getting
here.

Won my 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

life trying to widen that keyhole, to
see more, to know more. And 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

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. Oh,
you think you see through me, do you?

Well, 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?

Just tea.

With a little honey.

What just happened?

For a moment, you entered the astral
dimension.

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 eyes.

This is a real mission!

His heart rate is getting dangerously
high.

He looks alright to me.

You think you are the world's worst.

You think that this material universe is
all I am.

What is real?

What mysteries lie beyond the reach of
your senses?

At the root of existence, mind and
matter meet.

Force makes 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.

In this vast multiverse.

Mr. Strange?

Have you seen that before in a gift
shop?

Teach me.

You think I was wrong to cast him out.

Five 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, Mordor.

We only learn to live above them.

Kaithilya still has the stolen pages.

If he deciphered them, he could bring
ruin upon us all.

There may be dark days ahead.

Perhaps Kamataj could use a man like
Strange.

Thank you.

Bathe.

Rest.

Meditate.

If you can.

The ancient one will send for you.

Now, what's this? My marker?

The Wi -Fi password.

We're not savages.

The language of the mystic arts is as
old as civilization.

The sorcerers of antiquity call the use
of this language spells.

But if that word offends your modern
sensibilities, you can call it a

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.

Even if my fingers could do that, my
hands would just be

waving in the air. I mean, how do I get
from here to there?

How did you get to reattach severed
nerves and put a human spine back

bone by bone? Study and practice. Years
of it.

Hey.

Mr. Strange.

Uh, 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.

Keith Allen.

You finished all of this?

Yep.

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 Kamataj 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. The 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.

But if it's just overdue, you know, any
late fees I should know about maiming,

perhaps.

Oh, you know, people used to think that
I was funny. Did that work for you?

All right, well, it's been lovely
talking to you. Thank you for the book

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.

Good.

My hands.

It's not about your hands. How is this
not about my hands?

Master Hamir.

Thank you, Martha Amir.

You cannot beat a river into submission.

You have to surrender to its current and
use its power of 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.

Everest.

Beautiful. Yeah, right.

Beautiful.

Freezing. Beautiful.

At this temperature, a person can last
for 30 minutes before suffering

loss of function.

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

What? Surrender, Steven.

How's our new recruit?

We shall see.

Any second now.

Stay back.

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?

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 eyes. 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 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

You don't want to be stuck in here
without your sling ring. Hold on, sorry,

do you mean, threats?

Learning of an infinite multiverse
includes learning of infinite dangers.

And 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 part.

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 I said, yes. That's right.

You knew him.

When he first came to work, he loved
everyone he ever loved. He was a

broken man searching for answers in the
mystic arts. A brilliant student, but he

was proud.

Headstrong.

Questioned the ancient one, rejected her
teaching.

He left Kamatash.

His disciples followed him like sheep,
seduced by false doctrines.

And he stole the forbidden ritual,
right?

Yes. What did he 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 a tomb, the vaulting boots
of Valtor.

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.

What?

Okay.

First, open the eye of Agamotto.

Dark dimension.

Eternal life.

No!

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 haven't gotten to that
part yet. Temporal manipulations can

create branches in time.

Unstable dimensional openings.

spatial paradoxes time loops you want to
get stuck reliving the same moment over

and over forever or never having existed
at all i really should put the warnings

before this though 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

That's how I got my MD and PhD at the
same time. What you just did takes more

than a good memory.

You were born for the mythic eye, and
yet my hands are still shaped.

For now, yes. Not forever.

We're not prophets.

When are you going to start telling me
what we are?

Our heroes, like the Avengers, protect
the world from physical danger.

We, sorcerers, safeguard it against more
mystical threats.

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 three 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?

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 Kagai
Oshiro. 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. A quest to invade every universe

and bring all worlds into his dark
dimension.

And he hungers for Earth most of all.

Pages of Kaecilius stole.

A ritual to contact the Mamo and draw
power from the dark dimension.

Okay, I I'm out I I came here to heal my
hand

not to fight in some mythical war

London

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

You know what that means?

That you'll die protecting it.

How long have you been at Kamaitage,
Mr... Doctor.

Mr. Doctor.

It's strange.

Maybe.

Who am I to God?

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

Thank you.

Stop it.

Stop it.

You cannot stop this, Mr. Doctor. Look,
I don't even know what this is.

It's the end and the beginning.

The many becoming the few becoming the
one.

Look, if you're not going to start
making sense, I'm just going to have to

this thing back on. Tell me, Mr. Doctor.
All right, look, my name is Dr.

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 a
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 Kamataj,
Doctor? Was it enlightenment?

How?

You came to be healed, as did we all.

Kamataj is a place that collects broken
things.

We all come with the promise of being
healed, and instead the Ancient One

us power tricks.

The real magic she keeps for herself.

You ever wonder how she managed to live
this long?

I... saw the rituals in the Book of
Cagliosha.

So, you know.

The ritual gives me the power to
overthrow the Ancient One and tear her

down, to let the Dark Dimension in.

Because what the ancient one holds,
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.

What's funny is that you've lost your
slavery.

No. Sir, can I help you? Dr. Palmer,
where is she? Sir, we need to get...

is she? The nurse is waiting.

Christine?

Stephen? Oh, my God. You give me an
operating chair now. Just you.

Now. I haven't any time.

What happened?

I'm stabbed.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Stephen,
Stephen.

Just seven.

Please be careful with the needles.

What am I seeing?

My astral body.

Are you dead?

No, Christine, but I am dying.

I've never seen a wound like this
before.

What were you stabbed with?

I don't know.

I'm gonna have to vanish now.

No, what?

Keep me alive, will you?

Hit me again.

Stop doing that. Up the voltage and hit
me again.

No, but my heart's beating. Just do it.
But I can't do it.

Oh, my God.

After all the time you just show up
here?

Flying out of your body?

I know.

I missed you too, by the way.

I wrote you emails, but you never
responded.

Why would I?

Christina, I am so, so sorry.

For all of it. I mean, you were right. I
was a complete asshole, and I treated

you so horribly, and you deserved so
much more. Stop. You're clearly in

I mean, what the hell is happening?

Where have you been?

Well, after Western Medicine failed me,
I headed east, and I ended up in

Kathmandu. Kathmandu?

Yeah. Like the Bob Seger song? And I
went to a place

called Commersage, and I talked to
someone called the Ancient One.

Oh, so you joined a cult. No, I didn't.
Not exactly, no. I mean, they did teach

me to talk into powers that I never even
knew existed.

Yeah, that sounds like a cult. It's not
a cult. Well, that's what a cultist

would say. Oh, no.

Wait, what do you think you're doing?
I'm late for a cult meeting.

It's insane.

Yeah.

Where are you going?

Tell me the truth.

Well, a powerful sorcerer gave himself
over to an ancient entity, condemned 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 mob
closet. Okay, don't tell me. Bye.

They do have to go.

Strange. You're okay.

I'm rather determined, yeah. I'm okay.

The Cloak of Levitation.

It came to you.

No minor feat.

It's a fickle thing.

He's escaped.

Tethyllus? 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.

They surrounded one in the desert.

And the other? His body's in the hall.

Massadrom is in the foyer.

He's been taken back to Kamatash. 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
Mr. 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
taken.

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 overinflated 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 Dr.

Stephen Strange.

Not even Dormammu.

He offers immortality.

It's our fear of death that gives
Dormammu life. He feeds off it. You feed

him.

You talk to me about controlling death
while I know how you do it. I've seen

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 have 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 out?
What do you think I just did? You saved

your own life!

And then whined about it like a wounded
dog. And you would have done it so

easily. You have 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.

We have to win.

Now!

Get down here and fight!

The miracle.

You can't affect the real world in here.

Who's laughing now?

Assholes.

My gut is lingering. I mean, they can't
escape, right?

Their

connection

to the dark dimension makes them more
powerful than the mirror dimension.

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

clever.

It was suicide.

That is hilarious.

This was a mistake.

She does draw power from the dark
dimension.

I feel you.

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. This
eternal life is not paradise, but

torment.

Christy! Are you kidding me?

Oh, my God.

It's not fibrillation. She has a stung
myocardium. You know, Dennis? Yes.

Nick.

We need to relieve the pressure on her
brain.

All right.

Go ahead.

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.

Turn 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

another, and they all lead here, but
never further. You think this is where

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.

It'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.

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

the greater good. Mordor won't see it
that way.

Mordor'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 Dornan.

I'm not ready.

No one ever is.

You 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.

Dr. Palmer to the ER, please. Dr. Palmer
to the ER.

I don't want you to go.

Your weapon wisely.

No one steps foot in this sanctum.

No one.

Vasilis, you're on the wrong side of
history, Ron.

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?

She taught us it was forbidden.

While she drew on its power to steal
centuries of life, she did what she

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. The Lord of London's
sanctum has fallen.

The New York one has been attacked
twice. You know where they're going

Hong Kong.

You told me once to fight like my life
depended on it because one day it might.

Well, today is that day.

I cannot defeat them alone.

The sanctum's already fallen.

The dark dimension.

Don Mammo is coming.

It's too late.

Nothing can stop you.

Spell's working.

We've got a second chance!

What?

Breaking the laws of nature, I know.

Don't stop now.

When the sanctum's restored, they'll
attack it again. We've got to defend it.

Come on.

Get upstairs.

Get up and fight.

We can finish this.

You can't fight the inevitable.

Isn't it beautiful?

A world beyond time.

Beyond death.

It's gone.

Even Strange has left you and
surrendered to his power.

Romamu, I've come to bargain. You've
come to die.

Your world is now my world.

It's our world.

Dormammu, I've come to bargain.

You've come to die.

Your world is now mine.

What is death?

Illusion? No, this is real.

Dormammu, I've come to bargain.

this happen.

Just as you gave Caecilius powers from
your dimension, I brought a little power

from mine.

This is time.

Endless, looped time.

You dare not.

Dramamu, 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.

And we'll spend eternity dying.

Yes.

But everyone on Earth will live. But you
will suffer.

Pain's an old friend.

Dormammu! I've come to barter.

Dormammu! Dormammu! Dormammu!

No. But I could lose.

Again. And again.

And again.

And again forever.

That makes you my prisoner.

No.

Don't make this. Don't.

Let 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?

Well, it's everything you ever wanted.

Eternal life is part of the one.

You're not gonna like it.

Yeah, you know, you really should have
stolen the whole book because the

warning...

The warnings come after the spell.

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.

I will follow this path no longer.

Wise choice.

You'll wear the eye of Akumoto 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
eyes, but you still have much to learn.

Word of the ancient one's death will
spread through the multiverse.

After no sorcerers are praying 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

threat to this world, and your adopted
brother Loki is one of those beings.

Worth the 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?

Oh, yes, promptly.

Great.

Allow me to help you.

Can I help you?

They carried you into Carmatage on a
stretcher.

Look at you now, Van Boren.

Oh, no.

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.