All language subtitles for the.dresden.files.s01e02.ws.dsr.xvid-orenji

putting 'Wizard'
on your door is like putting
up a sign

that says
'Lunatics Welcome'

Not that all
my clients are crazy,

but they all think
I'm a little crazy.

They ask me to cast spells,

move objects without
touching them,

and, of course,
see dead people.

Don't get me wrong,
I can do most of that stuff

but when it comes
to dealing with ghosts,

let's just say I'd rather
get a root canal.

Are you feeling
a cold spot

or whatever you
people call it?

Not getting
a thing.

You say you've been
sensing your daughter's
presence here

for a whole year?

Yeah,
it's not really a...

it's a feeling.

Maybe I just
can't let go.

Look,
what happened...

I'm sure it
wasn't your fault.

Yeah, that's what everybody
keeps telling me.

Uh, this guy...

what's his name?

Boone, Gus Boone;

he'd just gotten
out of prison.

There used to a
jewelry store next door.

The police think
maybe he got confused,

came in here
and panicked

and killed Lisa

and then took something
he thought he could sell.

What was that?

An engraved stone
tablet, Egyptian.

I had it
under glass.

It must have
caught his eye,

but he dropped it
in the alley.

The cops found it
smashed to pieces.

Copts caught the guy?

No.

Well, if Lisa's
killer went unpunished

that might be enough to
keep her spirit here.

Boone is dead.

He left here and he
carjacked a guy at gunpoint.

There was a struggle;

Boone's shotgun went off,
in his own face.

This feeling,
this feeling you get

when you think
Lisa's here,

can you
describe it to me?

Like I left the house
with the stove on,

or that there's
something out there

than I'm supposed know.

So it's like she's trying
to tell you something.

I don't know.
Honestly.

I'm a bit embarrassed
calling you here

in the first place.

You know sometimes trauma,

it can cause the
mind to play tricks.

I don't want to belittle
what you've experienced

but a lot of this,
it may just be in your head.

Oh no.

[loud dramatic music throughout]

Daddy!

[loud shot]

[loud crash]

[moani]

[faded]
I love you Daddy.

Mr. Dresden,
Mr. Dresden.

Are you all right?

It's your
daughter...

it's your
daughter.

It's not in
your head.

It's not in your head.

www.1000fr.com present

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HARRY:
Not all ghosts are spooky,
or have unfinished business.

Some are just annoying.

Especially when
the ghost has 1,000 years

of supernatural knowledge he
feels compelled to share.

Constantly.

So you didn't ask her
to appear in any way,

but she still made herself
known to you unbidden.

Mhm.

And she
kicked my ass.

Check the
garlic bread.

Why, I'm
not eating?

Perhaps she just
wanted some company.

You know I'm not
ing anything;

maybe I could find a frequency,
chat her up.

Yeah, her father
would like that.

Well, it could
be our secret.

How old is she?

Seventeen.

Now she wanted me to
see what happened.

From what I saw, Boone,
he knew what he wanted.

He was there
for the tablet.

There was
no hesitation.

Yes, but he dropped
it in the alley.

Smashed to pieces.

None of that matters
because he's dead

and she wasn't in need
of any vengeance

or anything else...

except maybe a good
giggle at your expense.

I don't think that's
what she was doing.

Well, I say
let her be.

If the poor girl wants to
be near her dear old dad

then let her.

You should see her
Bob, she's in pain.

Yes well,
life is pain.

So is dinner.

You've burnt your
garlic bread.

What,
no tantrum?

She won't move on.

She wanted me to see that
Boone was on a mission.

Something's
not right.

I sense another
quixotic crusade

looming on
the horizon.

So do I.

MURPHY:
What part of case closed
do you not understand?

Well, it's closed for you
but it's not for my client.

Please let me
just see the file.

Go to the library,
read the newspapers.

They covered
it pretty well.

I just think there's
more to the story.

Of course
you do.

I...uh...

[loudly]
I got a message from
beyond the grave.

[whispering]
Get out.

Well, give me the file
and I'll be gone.

I can't do that.

You're a cop Murphy,
you can do anything.

I can't make
you go away.

Ah, you see,that's because
you don't want to.

That's because you
find me entertaining.

Delusional,
completely.

Murphy, seriously,

Harding, he's still a mess
with the loss of his daughter.

If I can just
look at the file

and I could tell him there's nothing
more to know,

then he could move
on with his life.

Come on, help me
do a good thing.

If i get any karma points I'll
give them straight to you.

[sigh]
Fine.

Oh yeah.

Thank you.

You'll have to
go downtown

and see Marie
in the basement.

Marie?

You'll like her.
She's single.

Murphy, you're the only
one for me, you know that.

This is the last I
want to hear of this.

Absolutely.

Constanza?

You never
told me that.

Go.

I'm going.

Thank you.

Yeah, okay.

Oh Murphy, Murphy,

she is a
hell on wheels.

Top of the line cop,
if you ask me.

She's pure blue
through and through.

You know about
her dad right?

No.

I'm sorry, will
this take long?

Oh my god,
he was a handsome man,

but he was an old school cop,

if you get my
drift, right.

Your face, his
phonebook, kapow!

He lives in Florida
now with some hooker.

Okay, this is just
gonna take a minute.

I got a giant
submarine sandwich.

Yeah.

Okay.

Gus Boone.

He served 5 years for
aggravated assault

and he got out

and he killed a girl
the next day.

He got what
he deserved.

Blown to bits

by one of Chicago's most
eligible bachelors,

Edward Miller.

Who is this guy?

Well, if were a single
woman you'd know.

But you're a single
man, aren't you?

How's your
salami?

Sandwich, I mean,
sandwich.

Terrific
thank you.

Okay, Miller,
what does he do?

Stockbroker.Commodities.

He buys and
sells everything.

He's got cars, he's
got boats, planes.

He's got a lot of houses
and a lot of women.

Boone jumped into his
car outside his office...

Was that just
by chance?

No, I think he probably
staked out the car;

it was a top of the line
porsche, very sexy car.

Anyway, Miller comes out;

they tussle
for the gun

and Boone
goes boom.

Do you have the item that
was stolen from the store?

Yeah, I've got
it right here.

What's left of it.

We have a fragmented
14 by 10 inch Egyptian tablet

known as the Lock of
... Anna... Anna...

Anubis, it's an Egyptian
god of the dead.

It's the body of a man
and the head of a jackal.

My, my.

Well, I wouldn't care what
his he looked like

as long as he had the
ass of Brad Pitt.

(Laughs)

You want some
more soda?

Yeah, all right.

HARRY: To Chicago's finest

Miller's fateful encounter
with Boone was happenstance;

to me there's no such thing
as coincidence.

I also don't believe in
showing up on someone's
doorstep uninvited

but for $500, two day minimum,
you learn to make exceptions.

How is he,
her father?

Physically he's fine,
fully recovered,

but emotionally,
he needs closure.

And I can, what,
provide that somehow?

Yeah, he just needs a clear
picture of how Boone died.

In aosion of
blood and brain matter.

Sorry,
it wasn't pleasant.

Drink?

No, no, no,
thank you.

So why do you
think he chose you?

Target of
opportunity.

He ambushed me in the
parking garage in my office,

aimed the gun at me,
ordered in my car;

I knew I was going to
be murdered in some woods
somewhere,

so I hit him
with my briefcase.

Grabbed the gud

That was it.

It was
that fast?

No, it was
a lifetime.

It was probably
6 or 7 seconds.

And he didn't
mention anything

about the robbery
or Lisa Harding?

Not a word.

Would you show me?

Sorry?

I'm Boone, okay?

What'd I do?

Come on Mr. Dresden,

I've gone over
this with the police more times
than I can count.

My client just
wants to make sure the police didn't
miss anything.

Understand?

So would you mind?

Fine.

Okay, so I got my
finger on the trigger

and you hit me
with the briefcase.

Yeah, it hit the gun.

And then you
grabbed it... the gun?

I gotcha.

And I was just standing
there like that.

Now you try to push me
away with your hand.

Your left hand.
On my chest.

On your chest...

and then...
yeah.

-And then...
-Bang.

Boone pulled the
trigger on himself.

Well, not intentionally
I'm sure.

Does that paint a clear
enough picture for you?

Yeah Mr. Miller, I think
it does, and I thank you.

Can I just ask you
one more question?

Mr. Dresden, my masseuse
is on a schedule,

I can't keep
her waiting.

Absolutely.

Please, tell Mr. Harding
my thoughts are with him.

What he went through,
no father should...

forgive me
if I don't show you out.

Of course, yeah,
thank you.

Mr. Dresden,
you lost?

No, no.

Hey thanks again.

You're welcome.

???

??

ld be a
co-incidence.

Rich people buy things

just because Miller
collects Egyptian art

doesn't
necessarily mean

he's involved in
the Harding job.

Even you don't sound
convinced Bob.

So you think he
put Boone up to it.

Well, yeah, and Boone
killed the girl,

he broke the tablet,
he became a liability

so Miller had to
get rid of him

and he made it look
like a car jacking.

But Harry, Miller's
rolling in money.

If he'd wanted the
Lock of Anubis

couldn't he simply have
purchased it?

Yeah, yup, yup,
I know.

[knocking]

I'll be in my skull.

Dresden?

Please, come in.

What are you doing
harassing Edward Miller?

What?

I'm not
harassing him.

I just asked him a few
harmless questions.

Not according
to Miller.

He called the
chief to complain.

The Harding
case is closed.

Miller owns
Egyptian art.

So?

So, the Egyptian tablet
is stolen by Boone,

who is then killed by a man
with the same interests.

Don't you think that's
a little suspicious?

Edward Miller is
not a criminal.

Stay away from him.

I guess that'll
be that then.

Damn it!

What happened?

I cut my finger on
your damn door knob.

I'm sorry.

It's kind
of busted.

I am going to tell you
this one last time.

Leave Miller alone!

HARRY: Most people would drop
it, right here, right now.

No questions asked.

Unfortunately
I'm not most people.

When someone says stop,

somewhere between
my ear and my brain

what I hear is
Full Speed Ahead.

The Lock of Anubis.

The insurance company
has my other photos.

Where'd you get this
in the first place?

From and estate
sale in Mumbai.

You went
to India?

No I did it
all online.

Computers?

Well half my business
is internet auctions.

I had the Lock listed online
until it was stolen.

Did you get
any bidders?Boone?
Maybe?

No, I can't sell
to prisoners.

It's against
the law.

But one did try.

There it is.

See that
IP address,

that's unique to the
state prison system.

Menard Correctional
Facility.

That's where Boone was...

Yes, but Boone
wasn't the bidder...

Sabin345.

Good.

That could
be anyone.

Or it could
really be Sabin.

Who's Sabin?

Lucas Sabin.

He's all over
the news.

Don't you
watch court TV?

I don't watch
TV period.

Sabin was a professor of
ancient Egyptian history;

went off the deep end

and killed a kid and
mummified him alive.

[dramatic music]

Lisa!
Was that Lisa?

I think that was a nudge
in the right direction.

How did you know Boone,
Mr. Sabin?

He and I
were cell mates.

Ever been in prison
Mr. Dresden?

No.

Violence
and tedium.

Those are the major threats
against the hell of insanity.

As it turned out Boone was a reasonable
protection against both.

During the day he
watched my back

and at night he listened
to my ramblings.

Over time I believe
he actually grew

to appreciate my
particular interests.

Those being ancient
Egyptian funerary rights?

It's not a crime.

Not unless you practice
on live people.

Any idea why Boone would have
stolen the Lock of Anubis?

No.

He knew you were
bidding on it.

I suppose.

And he thought it
was important enough

for it to be his first
stop after getting out.

But not so important to show
it the respect it deserved.

He smashed it to pieces
from what I read.

That must have hurt.

It was an
interesting piece,

though not particularly
significant.

That's an
interesting tattoo.

Any special
meaning?

No.

I saw something similar
on someone else.

Yes, I did
do Boone myself.

Really?

I was talking
about Boone.

Who then?

You tell me why
the Lock of Anubis is so important.

Bring me
something first.

What?

Boone's autopsy
photos.

[sigh]
No.

Good day
Mr. Dresden.

(Phone Rings)

Murphy.

If Boone, Miller and Sabin
all have the same tattoos...

God, don't do this.

Would you please at least
consider the possibility

that Boone was working with
Miller or Sabin, or both?

So you think that Miller
or Sabin, or both,

contracted Boone to
murder a young woman,

take some carved
up rock, drop it,

then get his
brains blown out?

Good plan.

Oh, damn it!

[loud shot]

ot going to
find the shooter

giving me the
hairy eyeball.

You're not going
to find him at all

unless you give me
something to go on.

I told you, ski
mask, shot gun.

Same M.O. as Boone.

The shooter wasn't
Gus Boone; he's dead.

Which leaves his old
partner Edward Miller,

copycatting him.

Okay, this bee in
your bonnet - kill it!

So what, he doesn't want
me asking questions.

I don't want you
asking questions.

You own shotgun?

Several.

Listen, we've had random
shootings like this before.

This is not random!

This was me, okay.

Now look, all three of them,
they had the same tattoo.

Not Boone.

Gus Boone's
autopsy photos.

Do you see any tattoos,
anything Egyptian?

Okay, maybe Sabin lied.

You think?

He's a murderer Dresden,

not the most credible
witness in the world.

It doesn't
change the fact

that Boone stole
an Egyptian tablet

and Miller's into all
things Egyptian

and Miller and Sabin

they both
have the same tattoo.

Harry, you're screwing
with the wrong people.

Look, at least
ask Miller

if he owns a shotgun,
would you?

Lieutenant?

You got a minute?

I just got this...

[indistinct conversation]

What was that?

Nothing for you.

We're going.

Where?

Miller's.

I've been ordered to
make an official apology

for your behavior

and you're
coming with me.

Let's go Dresden!

Yeah, I'm coming.

Ed what's the matter?

You looking for
some liquidity?

Honestly I'm bored
with the collection.

I want it in
a good home

and I know the gallery
in your new Casino

is just the place.

What, are you having
a mid-life crisis?

You could
say that.

Well, you've got some
fantastic pieces.

Oh it's grown since
you last saw it.

JT, I'll give
you a fair price.

Well, over-charge me.

I'm just glad you gave
me first crack at it.

When do you get in?

Be in Chicago in
about 6 hours.

You know where the
house is right?

I remember
the house.

You're not looking to
sell that too, are you?

Possibly.

You are looking
to make a change.

Just that
time I guess.

All right, well,

looking forward
to seeing you.

(Door bell)

Mr. Miller,
I'm Lt. Murphy

from the Chicago
Police Dept.

What's
this about?

I'm here to extend
an official apology,

on behalf of
the department,

for any trouble this gentlemen
may have caused you.

Fine.
Is that it?

May we come in?

What for?

Well I've been directed
by my superiors

to try to resolve your
differences with Mr. Dresden

so there's no
further dispute--

Just tell him to mind
his own business.

...regarding his recent

and somewhat inflammatory
accusations.

What accusations?

May we come in?

Yeah.

Mr. Dresden noticed
some unusual tattoos

on your neck
this morning.

Hieroglyphics?

What?
Boone was tattooed.

Boone took at trip
to the prison infirmary

for an infection.

Doctors took that
before his release.

Any reason why you
and Mr. Boone

would have
similar tattoos?

I don't know
anything about Boone.

Really?

He knew a lot
about you.

We found several articles in
his personal belongings

that detailed your wealth,
your connections,

even your success on
the dating circuit.

He must have been
targeting me.

For a carjacking?

What are
you saying?

Similar tattoos;
Egyptian artifacts.

You two shared a
common interest.

Maybe Boone was
bringing you the tablet

and dropped it

and you shot him.

Excuse me, I have
an appointment.

With JT Bergen
at 8:00 o'clock?

That's it,
we're done, right?

One last
question.

According to Boone's
autopsy photos,

his tattoos
were removed

sometime before
you killed him.

Do you know why?

Why would
I know that?

Those tattoos
weren't removed,

they were
transferred.

That's what the tablet was
for, to open the door.

Harry.

You jumped bodies,
didn't you.

Little upgrade?

-Don't move.
-Put the gun down.

Boone, I know it's you,

now just let her go
and you walk away.

Nosy son
of a bitch.

Murphy, that's
not Miller.

He's Boone in
Miller's body.

He just
jump bodies.

No!

(Dramatic Music)

Murphy?

Murphy?

You actually
talked to Sabin?

Who the hell are you?

Okay.

Boone, put that gun down

because you don't know what
you're messing with, all right?

Just put the
gun down.

(Gun shots)

This'll be
interesting.

HARRY: Hey, whaddya know!
I'm alive.

Saved by one of
the tools of the trade:

The shield bracelet
I inherited from my mother.

Thanks, Mom.

Seven hours
to save Murphy.

Pice of cake.

??

??

??

??

??

What is that?

That is blood from
Murphy's cut finger.

And why is
that important?

A voodoo doll?

How completely
irresponsible of you.

So you're going to reach
out and touch Boone,

by bringing pain
to Murphy's body.

Well, that's
where Boone is.

Harry, Harry,
that is black magic

and you cannot afford
to dabble in the black.

I need a way to
convince Boone

that he can run but he
can't hide, all right.

And with this ...??

With that you run the risk of
alerting the high council

and falling prey to
your darker desires.

Do I have
a choice?

I got a dead billionaire;
I got a possessed cop;

I got a psychotic
killer on the loose

and in 4 hours

he's going to meet up
with a Vegas tycoon

and he's going to
jump into him.

And in the process he's gonna
blow Murphy's brains out!

Now if you've got
any better ideas Bob...

Yes, alert
the media.

What?

Just alert
the media.

Make sure that the
Vegas tycoon learns

that Miller is dead
and the deal is off.

Oh come on...
and then what, huh?

Boone doesn't
want to be Murphy.

He'll kill her and he'll just
jump into his next choice,

whoever that
might be!

And what is that
doll going to do

but inflict pain
on the villain

who already
possesses your friend.

Would you forget
about the doll?

Okay, listen.

We got to figure out
a way, all right,

to get Boone out of Murphy
without killing Murphy.

All right?

All right.

Yeah.

A lesser vanishing...

corn of pentagrams;

shamanistic
exorcism.

Bob...

I'm thinking,
I'm thinking.

Spiritual
cleansing potions.

Come on Bob.

Harry, these things
take time to prepare,

and even then I
doubt they'll work.

You're dealing
with an ancient spell!

And that Egyption mumbo-jumbo
that is not my forte.

[unclear]

that's what they do.

Who?

[unclear]

Harry?

It's all right Bob,
I think I got it.

I think I got it.

Boone
betrayed you.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

You marked him
with the tattoos;

that's why you wanted to
see the autopsy photos,

to see if they
were gone.

You told him where to
find the Lock of Anubis

and he was supposed to jump
into somebody, a guard,

warden, anybody that could
get you out of here.

It doesn't
matter now.

But he screwed
up your plan

and I bet you'd love
a little revenge.

What's in it
for you?

Let's just say somebody
I care is about is involved now.

It doesn't
matter to me.

I wouldn't expect
it to matter to you,

but let me tell
you something,

the next person Boone's
going to jump into

is a Las Vegas tycoon.

His life is going to be
high rolling, the ladies,

while you're sitting
here rotting away

with your
gentleman friends.

You gonna let him
get away with that?

You're going to
destroy him.

Tell me how
the Lock works!

With the markings in place
on the supplicant's neck.

The supplicant places his left
hand in the well of the palm

in a secret stone.

Anubis.

The supplicant invokes
the will of Anubis

and is granted the ability
to transfer himself

into anyone
else's body,

the moment of his own death.

The transfer is fuelled
by his own life blood.

So it's a Get Out
of Death Free card.

If you need such an imbecilic
crutch to grasp the concept.

Yes.

So it jumped
Boone needs to die

and be the invisible
contact for this target?

His left hand on the heart
of the new vessel.

You got it, but
how do you stop it

without him killing
the person he's in.

By turning the
Lock of Anubis.

Which is broken.

Hey Marie.

Hey, how are you?

Back for seconds?

Yeah.

This one's to go.

It's for Murphy.

She says hi
by the way.

Yeah, well, you sure
you don't want to stay?

I got donuts.

Oh you know, I'd love
to but I gotta run.

All right, she wants this
bag of broken rocks, huh?

That's it.

The Lock of Anubis?

Not yet.

I need your help
putting it together.

Now if I can just
use your phone.

Yeah,
right there.

Is that
voodoo doll?

Pretty much.

[phone rings]

Yeah.

Fergus' plane won't
be landing to day.

Who is this?

You know
who it is.

You're
not dead?

I'm a wizard
that way.

Really.

Uh huh,
really truly.

You like that?

What did
you do?

Reached out and
touched you Boone.

I got a line at your soul
and I can do it anytime,

anywhere, no matter
who you jump into.

Just so you're
clear, I own you.

I've forgotten more
of that death and magic

than Satan has ever known.

That's why you're
going to sit tight,

you're going to wait
for my next call

and then we're
going to discuss

what you're going
to do with me next.

Yeah,
it's Murphy.

I just got a call
on my cell phone.

I need a trace.

Now what?

We wait for Boone
to kill me.

HARRY:
The final showdown.

I kind of like
that part.

Face the villain,
beat the bad guy.

It's the waiting
beforehand that kills me.

Wondering if I'm
going to survive;

knowing I might not.

Gives me ulcers.

So this, whatever it
is you do, is it real?

Yeah.

How long have you
been doing it?

Since I was
a kid.

And do you always
help people?

Not always.

Special time
with an uncle;

he had other ideas about how
best to use my abilities.

Where is he now?

Dead.

I'm sorry.

(Yelling)
Son of a bitch!

(Whispers)
Wait here.

Enjoying your
life as a woman?

What are you?

The guy that's gonna
send you to hell.

(Screams)
Son of a bitch!

Your buddy Salim,

told me the Lock of Anubis
is a two way street.

You touch it once,

if freezes the soul and
move from body to body;

touch it again
and the game's over.

That's why
I destroyed it.

We'll see
about that.

Oh, say hi to my uncle
when you're down there.

[screams]

Where's the
damn Lock?

You're Boone,
aren't you.

You killed
my daughter!

Tell me where it is
or I'm gonna kill him!

That's not
the Lock.

Where is it?

You're looking
at it.

What?

I told you, you're
looking at it.

Do you have the
lock or don't you?

Actually, I do.

Come on out Boone,

someone wants to
say goodbye to you!

[screaming]

[screaming]

[screaming]

Its okay Charles,
it's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay.

(Knock on door)

Hold on.

Hey Murphy.
You all right?

Come on in.

Hey, want to
take a seat?

Oh no, it's okay,
I'll just sit here.

Sit here...
it's a nice sofa.

So, how are you?

On an administrative leave.

Administrative leave.

I asked for it.

I don't feel like
I'm all here.

Those Doctor's
tests show anything?

No, not so far.
They say I'm perfectly fine.

I wish I agreed
with them.

Well, that was quite a hit to
the head you took from Miller.

Harry, I keep
dreaming about you.

Good dreams, bad dreams,
what you got?

I don't know.

Sometimes you're
pretty scary in them.

Other times
not so much.

But in all of them
you're performing?

Like on stage or what?

Like miracles.

Weird, huh?

Yeah, that's weird.

And I see
something else.

Yeah, what's that?

Miller killing himself.
I feel like I was there.

You weren't there.
Miller clocked you one.

He took me out.

He rant off and blew
his brains in private;

I brought you
back here

and you were completely
out of it Murphy, gone.

Could you make
me a promise?

Yeah.

After tonight,
if I go back to work...

When.

When...

Promise you will
never lie to me

about anything
ever again.

Murphy...

Good night Harry.

Murphy.

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