All language subtitles for 12.Monkeys.S04E08.BDRip.x264-PHASE

- Demon.
- Quiet!

Silence!

We don't have time or patience.

Quiet!

Silence!

I've seen you from afar.

You are Andrus.

Your dedication to our cause
is long and storied.

Primary who chose to defy
his fellow Seers.

A martyr,

warring against their treachery
and madness.

Your ferocity toward
your enemies is legendary.

Come all the way from the Great Horde,

Black Sea, Caspian Steppe.

Your people spilled
Mongol blood for centuries.

Warriors and slavers.

You know the name of my homeland?

Yes, but I know it by another.

Chechnya.

Where I come from,

our faith there is disguised by another,

a religion called Druze.

In my travels,

I rallied many against the heretics...

followers, apostates.

Brotherhood.

I've seen you.

Not with the face of a woman.

No.

But this.

I seek the weapon,

and those who would yield it.

You seek those who created it.

Offer me your servitude,
and we'll find them.

Together we'll silence
their voices forever.

Until then, I'll need you to see.

And hear.

Finally the Witness has spoken.

Ah, Kakariko Village.

Zelda.

Salutations.

Hello, goats.

I come in peace.

Good grain.

See the dragons on the field this morn?

Uh...

Uh... Greetings. Uh...

Uh...

Uh...

Oh...

Gun, gun, gun, gun.

Oh, gun. Gone.

Pardon me, peculiar mistress.
What brings thee here?

Oh, I am just doth passing...
passeth... passething

through on mine... thine...
thoust... way.

Oi.

These art strange robes.

Oh, they're Ye Olde...

Navy.

Perhaps we could help thee, mistress.

I'm just looking for something.

Uh, steps.

Might thee know where to find-y
The Steps?

You're not the first
who sought to climb them.

Allow me to show thee.

- Um...
- A query of the lady.

Answer true,
for you are here among friends.

Does thou know this sigil?

Yes.

Witch.

Bid Andrus the butcher,

we've ensnared ourselves a heretic.

Please, please, I'm not a witch!

Andrus warned us about
those who know the sigil,

those who've seen
its wickedness in their heads,

not with their eyes...

Neither of which Andrus
will allow you to keep.

My apologies, m'lady.

But if we're to speak, I must pretend.

I know witches are the fantasy of books

and plays yet to be written.

But you've seen the symbol, aye?

You know its meaning?

Yes.

Have you?

I'm like you.

Or I was. A Seer.

I'm here to climb the steps.

Ring the bell.

Yes.

How do you know how to do that?

My father. He is a maker of things.

- What's your name, kiddo?
- Chorus.

- I'm gonna call you MacGuyver.
- Who let out the witch?

Oh.

- Behold.
- I hate this guy.

No better bait for a heretic
than itself.

Let her go!

Oh, yes.

Kill 'em!

You don't wanna do that.

Jennifer!

Otter Eyes!

- Oh, yes!
- Oh!

- Oh, my God.
- Oh, sorry.

- It's poop.
- Oh.

Yeah.

James Cole.

She's Primary.

Let's go.

- Where?
- To my father.

He is a man of vision.

A mind open to the impossible.

He is a builder of what others
can only dream.

He is Nicodemus.

He has the answers you seek.

I received word of a heretic.

I've seen this delivery system before.

It's splinter technology.

How is it you have
Katarina Jones' life's work?

She's my mother.

You are Hannah.

How do you know my name?

- I'm sorry.
- How?

From your mother.

Her Titan.

What?

The woman who's trying to kill me...

The Witness... is my mother.

Change.

What are you doing?

We need to keep moving.

That injection was my only way home,

and they're going to come after you.

Us.

James.

James.

You guys, can we just call an Uber?

How much further?

There.

Speak what thou saw.

A heretic!

She knew the marking!

And another, a girl.

And two with weapons of fire!

These heretics... travelers.
A man and a woman?

This is my reward?

For smiting the godless?

Apologies, my lady.

Better I'd rather be slain beside pigs

than answer to one armored whore.

A child freed the heretic.

This, they left.

They were there.

Primaries have drawn together,

communicating with each other
through time.

You can no longer suppress what you are.

Tell me what you see.

Alloweth him now to see.

Where?

Okay, I'll go first. You cover me.

- Why don't I go first, you cover me?
- I'm a better shot.

- You're not a better shot.
- Yes, I am.

What the hell?

They're already dead.

I hear horses, and it's the bad guys.

I hear gunshots,
and thy gang is all here.

Deacon!

- Chorus.
- Father.

How'd you know to come here?

You're looking for a weapon
that doesn't belong in 1491,

you find a man who builds things

that don't belong here either.

You've been made?

Olivia knows.

Come.

One does not simply walk into Mordor.

That's some Tolkien shit, right?

Yeah.

I snoozed through those.

Anna, mead and food for our guests.

And bring fresh robes.

Your daughter said you could help us.

We're looking for a weapon
made by Seers like her.

I'm James Cole.

So you say.

But you bring a darkness with you.

Your friend proved his merit

when he killed the masked outside.

But for my daughter's role in this,

you'd all have been slaughtered

before you set one foot in my house.

She and I are due words
before I will help you.

Oh, yeah.

Thank you.

- What's that?
- It's my knife.

I know, but why are you
presenting it all theatrically?

'Cause I want you to take it.

It's dangerous here.

- I don't need it.
- Take it.

For me.

Okay.

One day,

I'm gonna want that back.

How's Jones?

She's alive.

Last time I saw her.

Who knows for how long?

Whatever it is you're here to do,

you'd better live up to it.

Yah!

Yah!

Things are... coming to a head.

That's why we did all this, right?

Risk Jones to get here now?

She always said that
we're all on borrowed time.

You especially.

You know the real difference between you

and the rest of us non-chosen ones?

You got Cassie.

That thing between you two is...

More than the rest of us put together.

What's got into you?

James!

When she was born,
we called her Elizabeth.

But by the time she was seven,
we knew she was different.

Voices, visions... but not madness.

There was an order.

I don't believe in witchcraft or gods.

So I taught her art and numbers.

That's when I renamed her Chorus.

So that she might see the beauty

and not the insanity.

I was Primary once, too.

You still are.

The voices in your head stopped speaking

because the Witness was listening.

So we found another way to speak to you.

Through the eons of time.

Climb the steps, ring the bell.

You sent us to this.

That is the key to a weapon
that was built for you

by others like my daughter,

the final piece in a puzzle

designed to take centuries to complete.

I only supplied what they asked.

I know not what they built.

Where are they?

Ho!

I'm sure you will not be
surprised to know

we've seen your coming for some time.

Where is it?

Heretics!

Witches and warlocks.

Primaries.

Primaries speak of thy name, James Cole,

as one which could pass through time

and return here if needed and true,

which it now is.

Where is the weapon?

You have no idea.

The Primaries, they came
from all over the world.

They envisioned it from
its inception to its execution.

They claimed it will render the
demon a fate worse than death.

There is no fate worse than death.

Sure there is.

To never have existed at all.

Where is the weapon?

Wait.

They've drawn us here
to keep us from it.

Well...

I suppose if one wishes
to install the threat

of imminent death,
'tis well to look the part.

But we 12 Seers know the truth.

You're simply a fool draped in metal.

Where's the weapon?

Such questions are
for the blind, the sightless,

those who would call themselves Witness

yet cannot see.

Thy title is a lie,
thy crown undeserved.

By-product, thou art. Waste.

An abomination of rotten flesh,

slithering through
the bowels of causality.

We've always known the true Witness

to bring about the forest of red.

Because she fears loneliness.

Fears nothingness.

Hey, this princess is no queen.

The only one of true importance
is James Cole, not you.

Never you.

You speak in riddles,
hide your mind from him.

And me.

No easy task.

Don't think. Don't look down.

Requires great concentration.

Tell me, can you concentrate
while you scream?

Are you foolish enough to believe

we did not foresee this?

We fear not this end.

We've already covered ourselves in oil.

Come.

Where's the weapon?

Chorus.

Father!

I can hear them.

Don't speak. Think.

They're screaming.

Don't scream. Show him.

- They can be silent no more.
- Then the time has come.

We must hurry.

'Tis a day's journey from here.

Meet us at the gate.

Chorus, listen to me.

There isn't much time.

You must take this now.

I can no longer keep it for you.

It is yours to bear.

I have seen the weapon.

Maybe you should just...

Oh, okay.

Okay, maybe not.

Uh, I just... maybe you should...

Bloody hell, Ms. Goines.
You are not helping.

There's kind of a lot
riding on this thing.

Would you like to have a go at it, then?

Thank you, no thank you.

May I continue without you
looking over my shoulder

like some goddamn gypsy...

Julian. Please hurry.

- Ready?
- After you.

Where do they lead?

Into darkness.

Then light.

Climb the steps, ring the bell.

This was a place of worship.

But when the Black Death came,

the priests opened it
to all faiths as sanctuary.

Thus it was made unholy and abandoned.

That is why they hid it here.

What is that?

Your weapon.

It's a machine.

These symbols. I know them.

What drew these?

The spiral.

The bell is the same one.

If it's already here, why bring it?

How is this the key?

Paradox.

Ring the bell.

Then what?

That is up to you, James Cole.

Where will it send him?

When?

The beginning, the end...

I'm sorry, I really do not know.

James.

No.

Time's up, people.

- What do we do?
- Ring the goddamn bell!

Here she comes.

- Is it a weapon?
- It was.

Before I ceased it.

Jones.

A weapon to destroy the demon.

A machine.

Where do you suppose
it would have sent you, James?

You could have given up any moment.

Laid down and lived,
together in the after.

Not for now, but forever.

And yet you fought and clawed
for an ending that came.

Not mine, but your own.

You came here for my head.

I'll leave here with yours.

James first.

We honor time with patience.

But Jesus Christ,

you dishonor it
with your endless speeches.

Your red forest? Your perfect moment?

Yeah, it's dinner theater.

It's a one-woman show for...
let's face it...

a one-woman audience.

A man who turns once turns twice.

Your loyalties were predictable, Teddy.

Playable.

You wanted a purpose?

I gave you the one
I needed you to have...

To bring them here...

To me...

To die.

My toothless bloodhound.

You gave away everything
you could have been.

For what?

For them.

And I'd do it again.

This I know.

Thank you for your sacrifice.

Now James.

No, no, no. James!

No!

Kill them now.

Hey, asshole!

Say hello to Future Asshole.

Adler, program the suit
for another jump.

I'm going back for Deacon.

To Titan. We have to destroy the weapon.

Paradox this place, this time.

Remove it from causality
so they can never return.

The most time I can get you
this fast is two hours.

What's happening?

Paradox.

She's using Titan to destroy the weapon.

Why isn't it working?

It can no longer lock onto that time.

Because there's no moment
left to lock onto.

We can't go back.

The weapon and Mr. Deacon...

They're gone.

That's the thing about time travel.

Everything old is new again.

Did you know this was gonna happen?

No.

And then, yes.

It was a machine.

We didn't get a chance to figure out

when it was gonna send me.

The beginning, the end...

It doesn't matter.

Olivia's the center...

A Djinn created by time travel,

no true beginning, no true end,

and thus unbreakable.

She's our demon.

There once was a serpent who
only traveled in one direction.

I don't know what it means.

And I don't know who said it
first to whom.

But I can tell you
that the legend is futile...

Because of me.

My purpose was to learn all
that I could from your mother

and your father here in the past...

And to finish what they could not.

The Djinn was born
the moment Elliot and I

opened Pandora's Box.

It cannot be closed.

It's her cycle.

We're only part of it now.

Titan is almost complete.

And then... the end.

A paradox so massive, so destructive,

that it cannot be undone.

Time will collapse.

And my mother's red forest will be.

She will win.

No matter what.

Where are you going?

I gotta go do a thing.

But don't worry.

It's gonna be your idea soon enough.

There's nothing left in here!

There's no voices, no visions!

It's just a swirl of random
symbols and spirals!

Who says they're random?

Better get cracking, egg.