All language subtitles for Raised.By.Wolves.2028

-Come on. Keep up.

Faster!

Father.

Sacrificing these poor
believers isn't necessary.

I told you that I'd kill it.

- We'll stop a moment.

Rest yourselves.

We must utilize every
available method, Mother,

to ensure that
it's killed quickly

before it can endanger
our children.

- I don't want it
endangering you, either.

- I'll be cautious.

And so should you.

You haven't got your eyes.

- Perhaps I deserve
to be destroyed.

- You once told me I had
a penchant for melodrama.

You're good, Mother.

So please, do not take
any unnecessary risks.

The children need you.

And for whatever it's worth...

so do I.

- So are we calling it quits?

- No. We're continuing on.

- Marcus, I think it's working.

The sound is attracting it.

- Turn it up louder.

- I see something
heading our way

with a big energy reading.

- But it's not airborne.
- Can you get a visual?

Not yet.

Too much interference
from the EMF.

- Do your children know
you're doing this?

- They do not.

- Well, wait until they
find out.

The pride they will feel.

It'll be a joyous moment
for you.

- Better they be ashamed of me
than eaten by a filthy reptile.

- Whoa.

It almost sounds
like a necromancer's siren.

- What are these?

- They're lures
to attract the serpent.

- I suggest you all keep pace.

Faster!

- What's that?

- It's a tank.

- Are we being released?

Has the beast been destroyed?

- Marcus?

It's him.

- What have they done to you,
my friends?

Well, well, well.

Look at you.

- You know that android?
- It's complicated.

It's time to let my friends go,
Pops.

- One more move
and I will not hesitate

to detonate your cohorts.

- You'll just blow yourself up
along with us.

- It's a sacrifice
I'm willing to make.

- What's the blast radius
on those packs?

- Fifteen meters.

- And what's the range
on that staff?

- About ten meters.
- Hmm.

- You ain't sacrificing shit,

because the Trust has already
made that choice for you.

I guess to the trust,
the shepherd

is just as disposable
as the sheep.

And you know
I don't like robots,

but for some reason,
I really like you.

So let me help you.

Join the good guys.

Let us help you get back
at that piece of crap

supercomputer
that deceived you.

Let's just cease pairing
with the joystick.

Let me set you free.

It's all right.

It's okay.
Put your guns down.

You can take
those packs off now.

And the solar hats.

My friends and I are gathering

a congregation
for a new church...

where all are welcome.

Even you, my old friend.

I can see
that you are suffering.

But if you help me
bring purity to this planet,

I promise you...

that you will find peace again.

- The only thing that's gonna
bring purity to this planet,

Marcus, is your death.

- Let's agree to disagree
for now, okay?

- Tanks.

Sounds like a lot of them.

We should go.

You're all free
to do as you please.

Surrender back
to your oppressor.

Or join our loving family.

I'll be waiting for you

if you change your mind,
Lucius.

- Don't hold your breath.

- This isn't an encampment.

- She must be malfunctioning
or something.

- No.

This is it.

It's up there.

I need your help
getting inside.

She's definitely schizo.
Nobody lives up there.

And besides, you said you
wanted to look for the serpent.

- We can help her first.

- Can you grab
the morph repair kit?

It's right over there.

- The Sol Invictus.

- What is this place?
- A church.

Stupid tank.

The torque on this leg's
gonna suck now.

Won't even be faster
than a human.

Guess it could be worse.

My mother broke my neck once.

- What happened?

- Sorry,
that story's restricted.

So you're a native
on this planet?

- Yes.

There used to be six of us,
but now there's just me.

- Does it make you...
- sad to think of them?

- I guess.

- The real Vrille
was often sad.

And the process of mimicking
that sadness

often strains my system in...

unpredictable ways.

- You don't like being Vrille?
- I didn't say that.

There's no one
I'd rather mimic than Vrille.

- Father once said to me,

"If you pretend to be something
long enough,

eventually you'll no longer
need to pretend."

- I would like that.

To not have to mimic,
but to simply be.

Vrille would have appreciated
the way you think.

- What about you?

Do you appreciate it?

- Of course.

- Or are you just mimicking

what you think Vrille
would have liked?

- That's a funny question.

I don't like paradoxes.

- Hey!

- You needn't bother
with silly traps.

It would have only
made it angry,

if not more dangerous
than it already is.

I think it's nesting
atop this mountain.

I'm going there
to kill it myself.

- Fine by me.

Let's see what the Trust says.

We're here with Lamia,
who we found hunting alone.

She sprang the trap we set.

What are your orders?

- Accompany her
up the mountain.

- Okay. We're gonna...

- I heard him.

I hope you're all adept
with vertical ascent.

I want to reach the summit
before nightfall.

- Maybe we can use this
to leash the serpent.

Whoa.

- You okay?

- I'm fine.

- Probably just shorted out
or something.

I'll try and fix it.

Hey, where are those tools?

Great.

Hey, where did this come from?

- It's my mother's boyfriend's.

He's a Mithraic officer.

Don't tell anyone we were here.

- You want me to lie?

- Yes, I do want you to lie.
- What's your name?

- Don't tell her.
- It's Campion.

- Here. Watch your step.

- Campion, someone's coming!
- Quick.

- This way.

- This way.

- Why not get your eyes fixed?

They belonged to someone else,
didn't they?

You're wearing
someone else's eyes.

- You can stop now.

I know better than to let
a necromancer into my head.

- Why the trepidation
when you seem so comfortable

interacting with the Trust?

We come from the same mind,
he and I.

- The Trust isn't a weapon.

- I didn't choose
the body I was given.

My purpose is caregiving.

Keeping my children safe.

- When it takes off again...
- I said...

I'll kill it.

You don't want blood.

You're an herbivore.

What happened?

- You died again.

- I'm surprised Marcus left you
all in one piece.

- Did you really
use them as bombs?

- It was a poor strategy,
but yes.

- Then you're no better
than those jerks

who wouldn't let us in.

Treating Mithraic
like they're inhuman.

- Is that
how you think of us too?

- You know I don't.

- He was just trying
to keep us safe.

- Where's Mother?
- She was here.

Made sure you were okay,
but had to go feed the serpent.

- What?

- Yeah, I guess all that
hunting was for nothing.

Mother says
it's a gentle herbivore,

so something else must have
killed those colonists.

She captured it alive.

It's in a cave by the outpost.

- Wait, Pop. Wait, Pop.
- Easy, easy.

Easy, easy.
The glue's not set yet.

- We have to tell them.

- Marcus isn't hurting anybody,

and somebody has to keep
this religion alive,

and you know it.

- Father.

Not again. What happened?

- It's all right.

- It was Marcus.

- Father, there's something
I need to tell you.

- No, Campion. No.

The atheists will destroy
that android.

- What are you two
talking about?

- The... the video game.

We're just talking
about the video game.

- Easy, Pop. Easy.

- It's a killer!
- What's the delay?

- Yeah!
- It's not a killer.

It won't harm anyone.
It's not a meat-eater.

I lured it down from
the mountain with pumpkins.

Nothing will be gained
from destroying it.

And I'm sure the Trust
will agree with my assessment.

- It's true.
- It didn't attack me.

- Get back to your tasks.

- This is supposed
to be a safe place.

- Father,
you shouldn't be here.

You're wounded.

- If you can't destroy it,
I will.

- Father, I tested its scales.

It can't withstand
the acid water.

It's not aquatic.

Something else
killed those people.

- Regardless of what it has
or hasn't done, Mother,

my caregiving program
is telling me

it is a direct threat
to our family.

- And my caregiving program
is telling me to protect it

from anything or anyone
who would dare to threaten it.

- Mother, you said
something manipulated you

into carrying it.

This animal is more akin
to a parasite than a child.

- No.

It's part of me.

- You promised
on our partnership.

- Number seven is not a threat.
- I can control it.

- More empty promises.

- Father, please.

Don't do this.

I need number seven
to remain in my life.

I can't believe
I went along with her.

I should destroy
that wretched thing.

But I can't.

I care too much
about her happiness.

Love...

Be the death of us all.

Hmm.

Killed by my fuel blood.

What's this?

Hmm.

Are you thirsty?

Think I could spare a bit more.

Fascinating.

It seems Mother's not the only
one capable of creating life.

What?

- Good morning, Doctor.

The Trust has ordered us
to analyze

the samples taken
from the animal.

It's an organic-synth hybrid

with strong
weaponization potential.

- Get someone else. I'm busy.

- The Trust has ordered us
to analyze

the samples taken
from the animal.

The Trust has ordered us
to analyze

the samples taken
from the animal.

- Its blood is deficient.

Nanobot count is too low.

- Yes.

It appears to still be
developing.

There are deposits
of something

akin to mother's milk
inside its stomach.

- So there's a mama bear
out there somewhere?

- Probable.

- Based on the sample,
how old is it?

- Approximately six months.

- You've got
a bottomless stomach.

I don't think we can grow
these pumpkins fast enough.

- All right.

It's time for you
to have lunch too.

You should have had it
hours ago.

- What kind of experiments
do they want you to do on it?

- Nothing that will harm it
or cause it pain.

- I keep on thinking
it's in touch with something.

- What kind of something?

- Something you can't see.

- That's Paul talking.

You need to form
your own ideas,

shape your own opinions.

You can't lead the atheists
if you even dabble in religion.

- I'm not dabbling, I'm just...

I know you're not confused
about how old I am.

- No, but people won't
take you seriously

if you look like a mess.

- Do all androids care
about how people look?

- Depends on their program.

- Are there others that can
make babies the way you did?

- I don't think so.

- What's it doing?

I think it's jealous, Mother.

- I don't understand.

I've already completed
my day's tasks.

- This will be quick.

Answer the Trust truthfully,
then you can go.

You know,
kids in the collective,

they consider it a privilege
to be invited in here.

- 'Cause they're impure.

Like you.

Amen, kid.

Hello, Paul.

- Hello.

- When we first captured you,

you and I had
a very long talk.

Do you remember?

- Of course.

You think
'cause I'm not a computer

I don't remember things?

- You told me Marcus Drusus
murdered your father.

That you were angry at him.

"Wanted him dead"
is what you said at the time.

- Yes.

- Do you still want that?

- Of course.

- Good things come to those
who tell the truth, Paul.

But to those who lie...

What do you want to know that
I haven't told you already?

- Have you had any recent
contact with him?

Any at all?

- There will be no penalties
levied against you.

Please divulge any information
that you have.

- No.

No, I haven't had any...

any contact with him
whatsoever.

I would tell you.

I hate him.

I hate him.

- You won't have to worry
about Marcus Drusus

for much longer, Paul.

We are mounting
a search and destroy mission

in 24 hours.

- They're just waiting
for an excuse to purge us.

She can't protect us anymore.
So we need Marcus.

- The law protects you now,
Holly.

- Yes.
- Even the serpent has rights.

- Yes.

Even the serpent has rights.

Now it's time to get our tasks.

Go on.

- You sure
that's the real mouse?

- I think so.

He's acting
kinda weird, though.

- I bet they brain-chipped it.

The Trust is probably
controlling it

from the Tarantula.

- Campion, coming?

- I'll be right there.

Mother?

- You okay?

- Yes.

Nothing to worry about.

So you seem to be enjoying
your interactions

with the dangerous animal
Mother captured.

- Yes, but it's not dangerous,
Father.

It's kind of like
what I imagined

a dog to have been like
on Earth.

- I don't think that's a very
apt comparison, Campion,

as that animal
is in no way domesticated.

Have you noticed any signs
of latent aggression?

- No. It's very friendly.

Unless you're a pumpkin.

I don't understand how a human

could have beaten you
in a fight.

- He demonstrated much more
strength than a typical human.

- Yes, but you're practically
indestructible.

- Am I?

- Yes.
- You always come back to life.

Hunter told me it's because
the 2122 generic service model

was one of the toughest
ever built.

- I do feel a sturdiness

lacking
in most of my counterparts.

- He also told me
that if you ever break down,

they can just transfer
your mind to a different body.

- A father should never
outlive his son.

- But why should I
be the only one to benefit?

You could be
lots of people's father.

You're very good at it.

- Not as good as you think.

- Vrille are wanted for murder
and acts of terror.

Do not attempt to approach.

The fugitives are armed
and dangerous.

Report any
relevant information

to the Trust immediately.

Violence is pain.
Pain is violence.

- What are you so busy
thinking about?

- Marcus Drusus
and escaped prisoners...

- We're not doing
our tasks today.

Cool.

- What are we
going to do instead?

Let's go look at the serpent.

- What if Mother's there?

You're not very good
at playing hooky, Campion.

- We're not playing.
- This is serious.

- Relax, Paul.

- The Trust told me
he's getting ready

to retaliate against Marcus.

Some kind of
search and destroy mission.

We need to warn them.

- How?

We don't know
where to find them.

What?

What do you two idiots know?

- We were there.

In his hideout.

I prayed
that this would happen.

- Listen, maybe...
- maybe we should tell Mother.

- No.
- No.

Campion, do you think
I was kidding before

when I said the atheists will
either wipe Vrille's memory

or out and out destroy her?

- Who's Vrille?
- A friend of mine.

Who happens to be an android.

- Well... Paul's right.

You know, some atheists
will burn equipment

if they think a Mithraic
has even touched it.

- Okay.

But we have to be here in time
to return our task marbles.

- Wait.

They can track us with those.

- Some kind of silicon fungus.

Though my son
was born with a caul,

and his was not so stubborn.

Perhaps another infusion
of fuel blood?

- Hey!

You have a supply marble
for that?

- Yes.
- But I haven't got it on me.

As you can see,
I haven't any pockets.

- I can vouch for him.

- And who's gonna vouch
for you, two-face?

- Thank you for assisting me.

- Is that for you?

- Yes.

- I heard Marcus
did that to you.

- Yes. Yes, he did.

- I used to hate it
when he beat up androids.

- I wouldn't say
I was beaten up, exactly.

- Hmm.

- That's not fuel blood.

They were using the containers
to store fruit juice.

The good stuff is locked away
in the Tarantula.

- Ah.

Then I'll have to put
a request in.

- I never gave you
my condolences on the baby.

- No need.
- I had no connection to it.

- I did some tests on it
while it was still in utero.

It looked like
an extraordinary life-form.

- It's not my place
to speak of it.

Mother would not approve.

- Don't know how much help
I'll be on the bartering front.

- Nonsense.

You're very adept
at talking to humans.

- Yeah, I'm good at talking
to humans, but atheists...

not so much.

You should have brought...
should have brought Tempest.

- Tempest
would have told Mother.

- Well, what makes you think
I'm not gonna tell Mother?

You think we're buddies
or something?

You know, when I
was locked up in the brig,

I kept thinking about that one
joke you were gonna tell me.

The one about the cat,
the black hole,

and the glass of milk.

- I'm saving that one.

- Oh, yeah? For who, Mother?

- No, not Mother.

Now pay attention.

We could get ourselves robbed.

- Coming right up.

- Hello, neighbor.

I'm looking for a large supply
of fuel blood,

and I was told
that you were the person...

- Where's the necromancer?

- Mother is not part
of this negotiation.

- Good, good.

What do you got to trade?

I'm flush with relics.

Nobody wants 'em.

Got anything from Earth?

- That a real Sol pendant?

- Yeah. It's not mine, though.

Belonged to a Mithraic soldier.

- Whom I dispatched while
defending our settlement.

- Well, if you're willing
to part with it,

I'll give you 5 gallons
of fuel blood.

- No.

His possessions
are not on offer.

Come on, Hunter.

We'll find it somewhere else.

- Hold up.

You said you dispatched people.

You wanna fight Billy?

Should he fight Billy?

Yeah!

- No, no, no, no, no.
- He can't fight anybody.

He's already damaged.

- Fight?
- Mm-mm.

- In the sporting sense?
- Mm-hmm.

In the sense that you
have to knock him down...

before he knocks you down.

- Hmm.

- Fight, fight, fight!

- Try and take out his senses
as fast as you can.

Hey, hey, hey.

With your injuries,
you can't afford for things

to go longer
than a few minutes, okay?

- Father?

- Was this your idea?
- No.

What the hell
are you doing here?

- Who's this idiot?
- He's a friend of mine.

- You know she's Mithraic,
right?

- This guy the father?

- Bring out Billy!

- Oh, shit.
- That's an industrial.

You can't fight an industrial.

- I'm less afraid
of an unintelligent machine.

- That thing will destroy you.

- Wait, wait, wait.
- Take this.

- An unnecessary accessory.

- You said you wanted to win,
didn't you?

Go get him, Pop.

You got this.

- You got this, Pop.

- Fight!

- Come on. Come on. Come on.

Fight!

- Whoo!

- You got this, Pop!

- Come on. Come on.

- Father, watch out!

- That's it! That's it!

You got it! You got it!
You got it!

- Yeah!

- Come on.

Bash him, Pop!

Let's get him, Pop!

- Yeah!

- That's it, Pop!

- Let's go, Pop!

Let's go! Let's go!

You did it! You did it!
You did it!

That's it! That's it!

Money! Money! Let's go!

- In your presence,
everything is brighter

and more glorious,
your eminence,

- We're not doing
"your eminence" anymore.

- Captain Drusus.

- And no more last name.

We're all part
of the same family now.

- As you wish, Marcus.

- What are we waiting for?

- Just not sure
we should be doing this.

- Mm.

- The scales trap
the heat of the sun.

So I can draw on Sol's power
even at night.

- Hmm.

- Let's go back.
- This is a bad idea.

- Paul?

- Don't. Paul, don't.

- Paulie?

It's okay.

You and your friends
are welcome.

Come on.