All language subtitles for MILLENNIUM - S02 E01 - The Beginning and the End (576p - DVDRip)

(Frank) A number. There is one for
every life which ever was or ever will be.

And like most lives, they wait
for a moment, the moment...

when we'll be sent on its journey
back toward the yellow sun.

Approaching the sun
brings definitive change.

It will never again be the same.

Appearing in our skies, it is believed to
be the prophecy of extraordinary events.

The birth of kings.

The death of empires.

After centuries, or millennia,
the journey must end.

Perhaps smothered
by its own dust,

the dark, soulless body continues
eternally through space and time.

It may disintegrate and crumble
into inconsequential rubble.

Or it may be lost forever,
crashing, burning into the yellow sun.

And tonight as I look into the
sky and it looks back on me,

I want to know which am I.

I need to know.

Is this the beginning
of the journey...

or the end?

- I'll get the car.
- Want to leave her with me?

No, I'll put her in
and let her sleep.

(man whistles)

Caught you red-handed
in the act of not smiling.

But I'm willing to let
you keep the evidence

in exchange for a small donation to
the Church of Millennial Consciousness.

I'm waiting for my husband
to help me with the luggage.

But, you see, our church
is not content to wait.

We're actively spreading
enlightenment and education

about the glorious harmonic
convergence that will dawn

at the stroke of
midnight in the year 2001.

(PA) The white zone is for the loading
and unloading of passengers only.

All unattended vehicles will be
towed by the airport authorities.

There are my bags.

Please?

Bless you. We will hold a special
place for you at the millennium.

Sure.

What...

My...

Catherine.

Would you care for a
copy of our literature today?

She's drunk.

Catherine?

Is my wife in there? Tall,
brown hair, black sweater.

Lo siento. No hablo inglés.

Catherine?

Catherine?

Airport police.

You have reached the
Seattle/Tacoma Airport

information line. For
flight information...

(whistles) Hey!

Hey! Stop!

- Stop! My daughter's in the back.
- Daddy!

What the hell is wrong with you?

Daddy!

I have reason to believe
that my wife has been...

Alert Seattle PD, Detective Geibelhouse.
We have a 10-18, probable abduction.

Do it!

I thought she was drunk. She was
being held by a man smaller than her -

dark hair, goatee, sideburns.

Attention, parking
attendants. Code four.

Do not allow passage of a
male Caucasian, late 20s,

"approximately 5 '6 ",
goatee, sideburns, sunglasses.

Possibly accompanied
by an incapacitated female,

Caucasian, mid-30s, brown hair.

Consider suspect armed and
dangerous. Alert supervisor upon contact.

(I "Life During Wartime"
by Talking Heads)

Hey.

Here.

Daddy, where's
Mommy? Let's go home.

He's out. We have to
establish a roadblock on the 509.

If he gets to the
I-5, he's gone.

(song continues)

(sirens)

Daddy, I wanna go home.

Daddy, I wanna go home now!

- We'll see, honey.
- No, I wanna go home now!

- Jordan!
- I'll watch her, Mr Black.

I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry.

(man on police radio)

(woman) He's definitely
off the airport grounds.

(man) Reports of
a blue Chevy truck.

(Jordan) Daddy, I
wanna go home now.

I have to go to the roadblock.

- I'll take her home, Frank.
- It's OK.

- Peter, how did you know...
- Let's go.

Stop here.

(song continues)

Catherine.

Good evening, sir. I'm gonna have
to ask you to pull over to your right.

- Evening, Officer.
- Licence?

- Just a routine inspection, sir.
- Sir, would you pop this hood, please?

(barking)

Come on, let's go.

All right, move along.

- Drive on.
- We're OK.

All right, sir, you can move it
on ahead. Thank you very much.

Unit Union Seven, we copy.

Canadian border
checkpoints have been notified.

APBs down the coast to
San Diego, east to Billings.

- The Bureau...
- Pete.

I've known this
dangerous level of anger.

I mean, with everything.

I've never felt so helpless.

That's why the Millennium
Group is here, Frank.

Why it always has been.

Frank. Jordan wants you.

Sweetheart.

Do you remember when
we talked about being sorry?

I'm very sorry for yelling
at you at the airport.

I was wrong.

I love you very much.

- There's something we need to talk about.
- Hey, Dad.

There's angels over there.

(559715)

Good night.

Hey, turn 'em off, man!

Turn 'em off! Your headlights. It'll
take my eyes forever to readjust.

What's so important
you need to see out here?

The comet, man. Look.

Haven't you heard about it?

Brother, if the Mariners didn't
win, I don't bother with the news.

(laughs)

Oh, man. You should hear
about this. This is important.

Why's that?

Its scientific name is
PI199? 'Hansen-West.

We discovered it about six months
ago, but it's always been there.

Always. Its orbit is nearly a thousand
years old. The millennium comet.

Last couple of times around it could
only be seen near equatorial locations,

so all the great civilisations
missed it, but it was there.

It was there.

The Mayans saw it, just before a
plague wiped out half their civilisation.

The Sailendra kingdom saw it just
before Tangkuban Perahu erupted.

Sounds to me like you might
be making some of this up.

Make it up? No, man, no.

It's right there. Each night,
appearing in Gemini, the Twins.

Yeah. Look, look, look.

You can see it has two tails.

Just in time for the year
2000. That's weird, huh?

- You think it's some kind of omen, do you?
- Yeah, I know it is.

You see, we're being told that we
have a choice in the millennial outcome.

One path... or the other.

Oh, look. Says the Seahawks
are gonna win the AFC West.

That's funny.

Now, son. What is it
you're really doing out here?

I'm just taking some
pictures. That's it.

Nothing's gonna come out taking
pictures of a comet with that thing.

Thanks for the pointer, Officer.

(sing-song) I smell bacon, I smell
pork. Run, little piggy. I have a fork.

I guess deep down I
knew this hour would come.

Thought I did everything I
could to stop this from happening.

What did I overlook?
What could I have done?

And now, what must I
sacrifice to have her back safe?

- Sacrifice?
- Yeah.

- Do you know why I have three daughters?
- No.

When we got married I told
Barbara, "Two kids, tops."

So we had our two. Girls.

And I love Taylor and Erin
more than I could ever say.

But I wanted a boy, for reasons that
I don't have to explain to another guy.

So we gave it a
whirl. Had Chelsea.

I started to think,
and then believe,

that fate or God or whatever
had something against me.

So we thought we'd
give it one more try.

This was back in '85. I was
working with the Bureau in Syracuse.

We got a call one
day, out in Solvay.

Some kids found a cooler, like
you'd take camping or on a picnic,

floating in Onondaga Lake.

Inside, the body of
a four-month-old boy.

No head, no arms.

Just so whoever
could fit the body inside.

A tiny, harmless little boy.

And here I was. I'd have given anything
to be the father of a son. Anything.

So, somehow, I came to believe
that if I could find the monster,

the evil that did this,

that I would be
rewarded with a son.

You can imagine how tough it
was with no possible description.

The body was severely
decomposed, no witnesses.

But I went at it
every single day.

Any lead, any
trace, year after year.

In the meantime, I wouldn't
let Barbara get pregnant

and I couldn't tell her why because
this was my secret pact with God.

But she was getting
older and time was going

by for both of us to
have this last child.

And I asked myself, "What did I
do wrong? What did I overlook?"

And it got to the point where I said
that I would sacrifice having a son

if I could find who
did this to my boy.

So that's why I have
three daughters.

And the pact you made?

I'm still keeping up my end. I
can't speak for who I made it with.

But I'm starting to wonder if you
can sacrifice one thing to get another.

I know there's a
price to be paid.

It's getting late.

Maybe you should
check in on your girls.

Hon-h ah.

I'd say that was a bit more exciting
than a ride on the Matterhorn.

And you didn't even
have to wait in line.

But now is the wait.

Yeah. Now we wait.

For what?

For what?

Oh. (Clicks tongue)

No.

For whom.

Ooh, yeah! Get him, Mr Sunshine!

Take your stinking paws
off of me, you damn dirty ape.

- You know this guy, Dickey Bird?
- (Watts) Frank!

I've never seen him
before, Monsieur Noir.

Frank!

- Nice surprise.
- I sent these guys down here.

You know DB. This is Brian Roedecker, a
systems specialist working for the Group.

You fractured my hyoid.

- Anything new?
- No.

I had these guys download some information
and add a security system to your computer

that might give us a direction.

Security system?

We installed a VAS
16I24A to your desktop.

Files originating from and designated
compartmentalised by the Millennium Group

can only be opened by an encoded
phrase from your unique vocal signature.

This a new policy?

You are ready to receive
more sensitive materials.

When a file is designated
compaltmentalised,

double-click this icon, speak
clearly into the microphone

and say, "Soylent
green is people."

- Couldn't he just say his name?
- He could.

I was under the impression
that security was the priority.

"Soylent green is people" is not only a
reference to the last great American film,

and therefore unlikely to be cracked by a
hacker attempting random code phrases,

but the six-syllable pattern encompasses
each frequency unique to Mr Black,

therefore rendering replication nearly
impossible and thus security foolproof.

Soylent green is people.

Guys.

(stifled laughter)

Better they're on our
side than the other.

That's him.

His name, his alias,
his history, everything.

You've had this for a while.

You gave it to the Seattle police
and to the Bureau. Why not to me?

Why not to me, Peter?

Frank, you're a good man and
you're an exceptional candidate.

But the Millennium Group is
involved in an unprecedented arena,

and we're gonna make mistakes
for which we will not apologise.

The Group feels you
should know his interest

in you is because
of our interest in you.

That's all I can tell you now. But
we'll be pulling out the stops to find him.

You have this information now.

Set aside your anger and
point us in the right direction

by getting deeper than you ever
have before into a man's head.

But not his soul.

For your sake, not his soul.

(abductor) He is working
very hard to find you.

Me. Us.

You are so lucky...

Cathy...

to have someone who loves you.

I think... no, I know
Frank would die for you.

You think?

Cathy?

Would you die for him? Hm?

Would you, could
you, in a house?

Would you, could
you, with a mouse?

Would you, could
you, die for God?

If I told you, Cathy, that all that jazz
you've been hearing so much about,

the throne of God,
a sea of glass,

the seven veils, the seven
seals, the seven plagues,

the slain lamb with seven
eyes and seven thorns...

Fear God and give glory to him, for
the hour of his kingdom has come.

And the beast of the sea and the
beast of the land cast into a lake of fire.

And then, ah...

to live and reign with Christ for a
thousand years of peace and love.

If I told you, Cathy,

that I know that Frank
will know it is all true,

would you die, be beheaded,

for your witness
to the word of God?

So that your little daughter,

your beautiful
little daughter...

Would you die for God then?

Hm?

Would you? Could you?

(Whimpers)

Because I won't.

No.

They asked me to but I won't.

(cries)

They're gonna ask Frank,

and if he's willing to
give his life for you,

I know he's willing
to give his life for God.

Don't you think, Cathy? But
I'm not gonna let him, OK?

Because I am the end.
The question that ends here.

I am the first
and I am the last.

I am the Alpha and
I am the Omega.

I am the beginning
and I am the end.

And soon he'll come to understand
this as he works to get inside me.

With me his gift is useless.

I don't fit into the serial-killer
profile he's come to understand.

No, I am so far beyond.

I wasn't from a broken home.

He'll find no homicidal
triad in my childhood,

no setting of fires, no
bed-wetting, no cruelty to animals.

I've had a formal education,
responsibility, money.

Until recently, not a loner.

He'll work on the principle that
behaviour reflects personality.

He'll evaluate the criminal act itself,
then the specifics of the crime scene,

analyse the victim, which,
of course, he knows well,

before attempting the
development of a profile

with critical-offender
characteristics.

This will lead him nowhere,
absolutely nowhere,

because until now I've
committed no crime.

This is something he's
never experienced before.

Frustrated,
agonised, angry even,

he'll turn to those torturous
photographs I'm so fond of mailing.

He'll consider complex theories

regarding grandiose
subtypes of delusional disorder

or even photographic
paraphilia, blah blah blah.

Ultimately he will
sense none of it applies.

Then, once his search
turns away from me and you,

his gift will point him
in the right direction.

He'll understand
this is all about him.

The profile will become about him:
who he is, who he'll be, who he's been.

(Frank) it was the
house we lived in before

moving to work with
the Minneapolis Bureau.

Records show the house was purchased
two weeks after we returned to the area.

The current owner's
whereabouts are unknown.

Although observing the location

and witnessing no evidence
applicable to a search warrant,

I believe they are there.

Federal agents! We're
entering with suspicion

of mortal danger
to Catherine Black.

- Go, go, go!
- Go, go, go!

- Come on, let's move!
- Nothing here.

- Bedroom clear.
- Check the attic.

- Living room clear.
- Nothing in the kitchen.

Bath room clear.

Upstairs clear.

(abductor) Long after the others have given
up and gone home to their yellow houses,

he'll stay,

because he senses,

because he knows
something is there.

And he'll find it.
He'll find the answer.

And he'll find the question.

(typing)

- Watts.
- Found him. Positive.

Frank, after today the
police will be reluctant.

I'd need time to get
some people together.

Frank, you've waited
this long. Let's do it right.

Can't you wait a
few hours longer?

(phone rings)

He's only doing what we
should have done by now.

Help him.

(woman screams)

Catherine.

- Is he down here?
- Jordan...

- What?
- Jordan is down here.

There.

She's dead.

She's home. She's safe.

Frank!

(Gunshot)

You think you know me,
Frank. But you don't them.

(Swans)

Mike? Did you get
their statements?

Here you go, sir.

Mr and Mrs Black,

what happened here tonight is that
Mr Black, with undeniable evidence,

fearing for the life of his abducted
wife and the security of his family,

was placed in grave jeopardy
and forcibly defended his own life,

thus subsequently eliminating any
further concern for his family's wellbeing.

Yes, sir.

- Mommy!
- Come here.

I missed you. I'm
so glad you're back.

Hey, Mom.

There was angels over
there, but now they're gone.

I don't know yet... if it
was wrong, what you did.

Neither do I.

And I'm not ungrateful, Frank,
because I wanted him dead.

But I feel like you
lost something.

Sacrificed something for
the safety of Jordan and me.

And I need time.

We need time...

and distance...

to know if we can
ever get it back again.

(oar engine starts)

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