All language subtitles for Raised.by.Wolves.2020.S02E02.1080p.WEB.H264-CAKES

I wear the armor of Mithras
and the light.

It s--

it shields me from...

Sol's light.

I feel it burning inside you.

I think you're the only
human being

I've actually ever wanted
to touch.

- Then touch.

Get used to it.

This is how it's gonna be.

- The war's over.

Mother saved them.

Why would they do this?

- The necromancer saved them.
We didn't.

To them, we're just a bunch

of freeloading descendants
of mass murderers.

- What's she doing here?

- Relax.

I heard what happened.

I just came to drop
something off.

I found that
lying around the outpost.

I thought...

maybe you guys could use it

for when Mother is not around.

- Cool.

- Thanks.

But this doesn't freak me out.

- The hell are you
talking about?

- I'm not Mithraic anymore.

This is about you guys, not me.

- I just came to drop off
a little housewarming present.

- Huh.

Much appreciated.

- But unnecessary.

The Trust has a zero-tolerance
policy for violence.

I'm sure whoever's responsible

will be found and punished
in short order.

Get along, children.

You'll be late
getting your tasks.

That applies to you too,
Hunter.

You brought them a weapon?

Are you questioning
my abilities as a caregiver?

- No, no. I trust you now.

- Now?
You didn't trust me before?

- I was worried when you
told me you were in contact

with the voice, that maybe
you were still receiving it.

But when they made me medic,

I got access to the Trust's
planetary analysis.

There is a signal.

They don't know
where it's coming from,

but they do know that it can't
penetrate the EMF

that covers the tropical zone.

So maybe this is paradise.

- Hmm.

- The Trust has another
assignment for you today.

Follow me, please.

Put this on.

- Why?
- So you can't be recognized.

Usually victims
are ineligible for this task.

But I guess the Trust
isn't concerned about you

getting off
on anybody's suffering.

We found this on the ship
after we commandeered it.

Mithraic relic.

Some kind of ceremonial thing.

Don't know what they
used it for exactly.

The Trust just likes it 'cause
of the fear it tends to induce.

- What is the task?

- Today you're a Punisher.

- Enter Punisher.

Tamerlane,
you have been convicted

of an act of terrorism
by committing the hate crime

against Lamia and her family.

- Hate crime, my ass.

She's a necromancer,
a fucking machine like you.

- Violence is pain.
Compliance is life.

- Just admit it.
You hate human beings.

You're never gonna pass
the baton.

- Punisher, begin.

Repeat: Punisher begin.

- Hatred is pain.

Pain is hatred.

- Father, I need
to speak with you.

What is this?

- It was an android
of some kind.

The pieces date back
almost a million years.

When I exposed them
to the light,

these berries began growing.

It turns out,
they're radioactive--

- Father, the man who set fire

in front of our habitat
was found.

And...

I was tasked
with punishing him.

Nonfatally.

You're smiling, Father.
Is that purposeful?

- Yes.

The fairness evidenced in this
news gives me great relief.

As I was worried we would not
be able to remain here.

- You're feeling optimistic
about this place?

- My caregiving protocols
are being satisfied

at higher levels
than ever before.

Our children have
plentiful food, shelter,

and now we know they also
receive fair treatment

under the law.

- My caregiving protocol
is similarly satisfied.

- Then we are in sync, Mother.

- But please don't tell the
children I performed the task.

It's not productive for them
to think of me that way.

- When are we going to
tell them what we discovered

about the origin
of the creatures?

- After Campion
has taken the baton.

I don't want
to inhibit his growth

with unnecessary trauma.

- But our mission
is not to choose a leader.

- No, it is to ensure
that atheists prosper,

and that is what Campion
will surely do.

- Does your desire to see
Campion become leader

have anything to do
with your perceived failure

with regard to number seven?

- It was not
a perceived failure, Father.

It was a very real one.

- It's in the past, Mother.

I have forgiven you.

You need only forgive yourself.

Pushing Campion--

- It won't require any pushing.

You'll see.

- Come on.
- Ah.

- So slow.

Faster than you.

- Careful, Mom.
You're gonna fall.

- I'm okay, honey.

Come on.
- Ah!

Whoo!

What the fuck?

- What's so funny?

We're stranded.
- Don't worry.

The tide'll change
in a couple of days or so.

- What?
- I'm just messing with you.

Thanks.

Mmm.

Praise Sol, that's good.

- Mm-hmm.

I hated fruit on Earth,
but this...

- I gotta say,

kind of nice not being alone
for a change.

- I feel like
you can't be real.

Like we're in a sim
or something.

- No. We're gonna make
a real life here.

A real family.

No more imitations.

You don't have to be afraid
of letting go.

I can give you everything
you need.

- So you're bringing
a dead android back to life.

- No.

That would likely be
impossible.

But I have made
some fascinating discoveries

regarding synthetic botanicals.

- How was the nursery today,
Mother?

- The nursery?

Fine.
- They seem happy?

- Why are you asking?
- The kids there.

You said that they raise
them all together, right?

- You're not gonna give it
to them, are you?

- It's none of your business
what I do.

- Can I help you?

- I've been ordered
by the Trust to...

personally express remorse,

not just to you
and your family

but to every member
of the collective.

I wish you all a good evening.

- You see?

There's justice here.

Even for us.

These fruit tree stains
are incredibly stubborn.

- Paul found it the other day.

I don't want him to end up
like that colonist.

He's gonna hate me for this.

- He will come to understand
in time.

- Why don't we just tell him
that I found it?

- And I've been...

hiding this.

- There is life in it.

But it won't hatch
without its mother.

You should take it back
to its nest.

- Today was incredible.

I haven't felt this good
since...

Since before she died.

- She's in Sol's light.

- She's not in that machine.

- I know.

- Then you should erase
its memory.

- No. It's the only record
I have of her.

- Okay.
I'm not gonna pressure you.

Hey.

I got something
I wanna show you.

I found these
washed up on the beach.

- Five branches.
- Mm-hmm.

- The pentagonal prophecy.

This is the tree of knowledge
from the scriptures.

You said you were
a child soldier.

- Yes.

- An orphan?

- Yes.

- These could contain data.

- Maybe it could show us
where the tree is.

You think you could
make one work?

- Not sure.

We need to find a card
that is undamaged,

and you can't find the tree
without the sword.

- That wouldn't be the one,
would it?

Belonged to the necromancer
that took down the ark.

- Mom, look.

- Someone's running.

- Maybe we could get to them
before the atheists do.

Come on.

The android tracked you.
Show yourself.

- Easy, now.

We're friendlies.

- You the terrorist?

- I'm nothing to be scared of.

I freed them.

And if you want,
I can free you too.

- I'm already free, asshole.

- Yeah, but for
how much longer?

I'd come with us
if you wanna live.

Hurry, tide's coming up.

All right.

- I can't climb. My ribs.

- Have the robot take him up.

- Go.

- Psst.

- Ah!

- What is this place?

- Your new home.

- It was a gift from Sol.
You're gonna curse us.

You have to give it back.

- I can't.

It's against the law.
I had to turn it in.

It's for your own good.

- You stupid machine!

How do you know
what's good for me?

You kidnap me, kill my people.

I hate you! I hate you!

- Campion's not back yet?

- He has yet to return.

I was hoping he'd be with you.

- Campion!

- Campion!
- Campion!

- Campion!
- Campion!

- Campion!

- Campion!

- Have any of you
seen my son Campion?

- No. Sorry.

- Would you even tell us
if you had?

- I apologize. She's upset.

- Campion?

Can you hear me?

Campion!

- Get...back!

- Campion!

- Campion!

What is that?

Is that a ship?

- It almost sounds like Mother.

- Wait, stop. What is that?

- I don't know.

- What is that?

- Follow me!
- Go!

Now! Move!

- Move! Move!

- Come on!

- Let's move!

- This way! Come, quick!

- Get in.
- Wait for me.

Wait! Wait! Wait!
Wait! Wait! Wait!

No!
- Let us in!

I think it's in the water.

- No. No.

- Someone help them.

- Last night...

an indigenous flying reptile

attacked our
marine research station.

We suffered nine casualties.

And one of those casualties
was...

a child.

So today the Trust is giving
many of you the task

of hunting this thing.

It appears
in addition to flying,

it's able to withstand
the acid water.

So we got our work
cut out for us.

All right, go get your tasks.

And hopefully by night,

we'll be cooking this thing
on a spit.

- All right, clear out of here.

- Don't worry, Father.
I'll track it down.

- Don't just track it down.

Kill it, Mother,
first chance you get.

Do not hesitate.

Promise me.

- I promise.

On our partnership.

- Can I bum a puff?

Who did that to you?

- The Trust ordered it.

Still don't know
who did the punching.

- It was a robot.
I can tell by the precision.

- Then it was the necromancer
that took down the ark.

- Her name's Lamia.

- You know the Trust ordered us
to be nice to her?

That was the final straw
for me.

- Damn, this is good.

I haven't had
an atheist cigarette

since I was in the brigade.

- You fought with the atheists?

- How old were you
when you were drafted?

- 10, 11.
I'm not sure.

- When's your birthday?

- I don't know.

- I didn't know mine either.

But I do now.

This is the day
that I was born again.

- I just wanna think
for myself.

Be a fucking person again.

Those psychos who ran shit
back on Earth

from up there
in their golden towers,

they got nothing to do with
what I'm trying to build here.

This is gonna be more
like a family.

We're gonna take care
of each other

and we're gonna love
each other.

I'm not interested
in telling you how to think...

how to act.

I want you just the way
that Sol made you.

- This is gonna protect you
against burrow fleas,

moon headaches,
and it's got a kick to it.

It's gonna keep you running hot
for at least 24 hours.

- Thanks.

How does it feel to be back
amongst your own people?

- Feels good.

- You don't miss
acting the part?

I heard they were treating you
and your husband like royalty.

- Fill in the blanks yourself,
asshole.

I'm not your small-town gossip.

- What about you?

What honorable road
did you take to get here?

- I go where the Trust goes.

Been with it
since it was created.

So you like having a machine
tell you what to do?

- I took orders
from some of the greatest

human tacticians
the Earth had ever seen.

They made good decisions...

most of the time.

But most of the time
wouldn't have gotten us here.

Not to mention how many of them

turned out to be
chickenshit assholes

who were just trying
to get theirs.

- Fuck you.
- See, unlike you, the Trust

isn't trying to save
its own ass.

It has no sense of self.

Not to mention
it doesn't make mistakes.

- You know what?

There is a first time
for everything.

I hope you're right.

- Ow.

Come on,
let's get the H5 mounted.

- Yes, sir.

- It didn't attack me. I fell.

It wasn't aggressive.
It was scared.

- Scared?

Scared of what?
- I think it might be a baby.

I could feel it trying
to communicate with me.

Maybe it got separated
from its mother.

- You're strange when it comes
to animals, Campion.

- Strange or not,

I'm not going to let them
destroy an innocent creature.

It needs my help.

- There's a story
in the scriptures

about Sol working
through a serpent.

Maybe he sent it to help us
get the box back.

I'm coming with you.

- Excuse me.

Excuse me.

I think I've been given
the wrong task.

It says I'm to be a shepherd.

I assumed I would be made
part of the hunt.

- You are part of the hunt.

You're leading the bait squad.
Follow me.

- I'm sorry, the what?

- Just try to get them
out in front of the animal.

As long as it's hungry,

nature should take care
of the rest.

Here's your joystick.

Pairs with your mind.

Just make sure
that the bait bomb

is completely swallowed
before you detonate.

- Look who it is.

The service model
with nine lives.

It's good to know Sol
has a sense of humor.

Did they reprogram you?

- No. I am loyal
to the atheist cause.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

- It seems you are to remain
within 15 meters

of this staff
or risk immediate detonation.

- They said we'd be hunting
an animal.

How do we do that
without any weapons?

- I don't think you fully
comprehend the situation.

You are the weapons.

- What?

- Hey. Who's watching Paul?

You said you were gonna
look after him.

- Paul is safe.
He's with the other children.

But he won't remain so
if I don't destroy this animal.

Now...

I need your assistance.

It's been happening
periodically

ever since the birth.

Some of my systems
have yet to...

fully process
number seven's death.

I want you to seal them.

- You know if I seal them,
they can't be unsealed.

- I don't plan to have
any more natural children.

- There are plenty
of capable soldiers

that can kill that animal.
It doesn't have to be you.

- Even without my eyes,
I can kill it far more quickly

and efficiently than any human.

We can't afford
any more casualties.

Now, please...

Seal them up.

I assume you have possessed
human emotions since birth.

- Unfortunately, yes.

- Do you have any techniques
you can recommend

that might keep them at bay?

- Basically I just...

deal with it and keep going.

Which probably isn't healthy,
but...

that's what I do.

I'm sorry for your loss,
by the way.

- Thank you.

- You're all done.

You know,
you better be careful.

You're still a mother of six.

- Ooh, ooh, bastard.

- Tanks.

- They're too far to be
shooting at us.

Let's see if we can
get eyes on 'em.

- Trolley, let's move!

- There's our ride.

- That won't penetrate
its armor.

- I wouldn't wanna wreck
our new tank.

I'm gonna lay down over there,
let it pass over me.

And when it does,
I'm gonna stick this up

inside its propulsion cavity,
jam up its engines.

- And if you do that,
the hover field

is going to irradiate you.

- I'll be all right.
- And what if you're not?

- I'll do it.

- You sure?

It's up to you.
You make your own choices now.

- Give it here.

- Tamerlane?

- It's okay, Santos.

He's gonna help you get free
of the Trust.

- Come on out, friend.

- Are you insane?
I'm not going out there.

- He's not gonna hurt you.

- He's not the one
I'm afraid of.

- What the hell was that?

- Why did you do that, man?

- Fuck!

Sol brought me here
to convert these people,

not to kill them!

Can you do anything for him?

- I'm not a medic.

- It's okay.

Just tell Sol you love him,

and you'll go to the light.

Praise Sol.

Tank online.

What is that?

- Looks like they were
hunting it.

It's not organic.
Some kind of biotech.

Heat signature is insane.

The prophet only finds
the tree of knowledge

once he's mastered the sword...

- Forged in Sol's light.

- Maybe this beast is the sword
Sol means for you to master.

- I don't like
seeing people die.

- It's okay.
They were only atheists.

- And I don't like it
when you touch people.

Conception and death.

It's a bad melody, Mom. It--

It hurts me to think about.

I need a pet to hold.

You know it's the only thing
that makes me feel better.

- I know, but I can't get you
a pet right now.

- She tracked me but can't find
a giant snake?

What's the matter
with that android?

- She's crashing.
She's way overloaded.

She needs a bit of time
in sleep mode.

She'll be fine by tomorrow.

- But we need her now.

All right.

It's your call.

- I'll see you tonight.

Make sure you put yourself
in sleep mode

as soon as you get home.

- Surrender immediately.

Excuse me.

I had a bad accident.

Need help getting home.

- You're an android.
You'll be fine.

Besides, we're looking
for the serpent.

- I can help you.

I have tracking software
installed.

But I need to go home first.

There are tools there.
I need to repair myself.

- His parents are androids.

So whatever game you're
playing at, it's not fair.

- What game?

- Come on, Campion.

Campion,
they're good for winning wars,

but they're untrustworthy.

And you of all people
should know that.

- You were right about Sol.

But you're wrong
about androids.

They're as trustworthy
as humans.

More so, if you ask me.

And if you want to keep
being my friend,

then you better show them
some respect

and treat them as equals.

We'll help you get home.

- You're not a child.

You're a killer of children.

You deserve no sympathy.

You deserve only death.