All language subtitles for The.Survivor.1981.BDRemux.1080p_track6_eng

Good evening, Mr. Rogan.

Good evening.

2C is it, sir?

That's correct, yes.

All right you are, darling.

No.

You're not frightened, are you?

Checked.

Checked.

Checked.

Landing gear.

Lever down three grades.

Lever down three grades.

Radios and radar?

Checked and set.

Checked and set.

Lat lever.

Checked the gauges.

V1.

V2.

Rotate.

What do you think?

I don't know.

One of our brakes went white.

Start dumping fuel and
keep me advised as to fuel remaining.

Oh my God.

The hell was that?

Mother!

Help me!

Help me!

Mommy!

Get the bloody cameras.

Get the cameras!

And the bag?

As much film as you can find!

Susan, Susan!

We definitely need more film!

Coming!

It's all in the bag.

Good, all right, come on!

Come on!

Come on!

A plane's crashed!

Jetliner just fell out of the sky!

Tearing through everything in town,
narrowly missing a whole

row of houses and
a suburban shopping center.

A short while ago an Atlantic jetliner
literally fell out of the sky.

People near the scene of the crash

are desperately looking for
what they hope to be survivors,

but there could be as many as 350 people

killed in the plane, 14 crew.

We don't yet know what caused it,

and we don't know if there's anybody...
anybody come through this swamp.

Several burns and minor contusions

at the base of the skull,
not bad at all.

I've been allocated this awesome task

of fitting this mess together,

the pieces, controlling.

Keller's physical condition
is minor, is that it?

Yes.

His retrograde amnesia,
is that permanent?

Is it likely to be?

Mr. Slater, I know
the pressure you people

are going to be under, but
captain Keller's recovery

is something that's going
to have to take its course.

I'm sorry, but this is a busy hospital.

Forgive me, I wasn't
actually concerning myself

with a public inquiry.

There will be one, of course.

I was concerned for his sake.

The man has been through
quite an experience,

miraculous, worthy.

Now, quiet.

I'm saying there are no shortcuts,

but he's fit enough
and he's bloody lucky

to be with us at all.

We both agree on that.

As you say, as you say...

Indelible stamp on the will to survive.

Thank you, doctor.

Nurse!

Calling Dr. Gibson, Dr. Gibson.

Please contact switchboard.

Thanks for coming, Harry.

Don't be crazy.

The company stuck me on
the first available plane.

Excuse us fellas, thank you.

Let us through, please.

Would you like me to drive?

No, it's okay.

Yes, maybe you better.

They've been pumping me
full of drugs and stuff.

Beth is here, obviously.

She's on her way up to the house.

I want to see the plane.

How she takin' it?

She wants to see you.

This is a restricted area.

No spectators are allowed.

Please move back!

We can lift it off.

We'll bring it over.

Over this way a bit.
That's better.

Cross his feet.

This is a restricted area.

No spectators are allowed.

Please move back!

This is a restricted area.

No spectators are allowed.

Hey!

What are you doing?

Drop it!

Go on, drop it!

I want to know everything
they find, every detail,

anything they come up with.

I know exactly what you'd do, nothing.

Anyway, they consider me
fairly secondary

to their operation, useless even.

Like me.

You don't have to say that.

I don't, do I?

After all, I've just killed
300 people in a field

and walked away without a scratch.

That makes me pretty
special, doesn't it?

You saved a hell of a lot more lives

by getting your aircraft
away from the town.

Come on, Harry.

We know better than that, don't we?

Buildings are a lot harder
than grass, that's all.

Bloody fire.

Female, 45D45.

I think we can start
moving some of these

over to the other side now, and get
ready for taking them outside, yeah.

NC4.

Male, 86.

Male, 4TG47.

G47, that's right.

Can you slip out to get uh about 35 more
bags I think that'll do, don't you think?

Female.

2-5-5 male.
Uh, A45.

First class sectionary.

Sorry, authorized persons only.

This is David Keller,

who's the pilot of the plane.

Okay.

I have to know why, Harry.

It'll be the usual
bag of tricks, you know,

probably take weeks.

The CVR might help.

I'm gonna need a lot of help.

I know.

- Quite an event...
- It's all right, it's all right.

It's fine.

- It's okay.
- When I heard, I...

I thought maybe...

So did I.

I wanted to come and
see you in the hospital.

I thought it best.

Quite right.

How are you feeling?

Harry and I were told about
you not remembering anything.

Yes.

It's as if I wasn't there.

I remember takeoff,

and then nothing!

Quite like old times, isn't it?

Did you see him on the plane?

Yes, he came on board with us.

I told him, you know, about us.

Thought so.

David, I didn't mean it, for you.

Do you understand?

I know.

Jesus!

You little sick...

David, don't!

Get outta here.

Dammit!

Airline chairman killed in crash.

Wife's lover sole survivor.

Well, here we are,

the predators picking off the remains.

Have you got it setup?

Yes, factory down the road.

Did you get to talk to Keller?

Impenetrable Captain K?

Only generalities.

He's going to need time,
more than anything.

Well, I trust he's well.

He's at home.

I thought it would be better
if you went to pull him out.

Old pals and all that sort of thing.

Yes, I am a friend of his.

Well, we finally found both of 'em.

CDI gave us a bit of trouble there.

Good, we'll follow up.

I suppose we can count ourselves lucky,

he didn't take the whole town with him.

This head was stripped on on impact

because this casing
all split apart here.

Yeah, and the tip's
all melted through here.

Totally melted.

Dammit.

What about the FDR?

Well, it seems to be okay.

We'll get it soon off for now

as soon as possible.

Well, that will tell us
what the aircraft did.

Yeah.

But not necessarily why.

Quite.

The press, the gentlemen of
the press, inked with charm!

I suppose you knew about this.

Yes, I did, I didn't
think it was relevant.

What do you mean
it's not damned relevant?

The pilot's got the chairman
on board his aircraft

and he's playing footsie with his wife!

That could be a factor, dammit!

Did Mr. Rogan think it was relevant?

How do I know your normal
concentration was not affected?

And if you knew about this,
it was your responsibility

to tell us, not the press!

So what's your theory then?

Pilot panics and loses
control of his aircraft

because he's having an affair?

Dumps 287 people in a field?

You know as well as I do
that all factors are relevant!

Good God, it was a casual affair.

It never even crossed my mind
that you didn't know about it.

Everybody else seems to have known.

I'm not interested in
what the relationship

between you and Mrs. Rogan
amounts to, if anything,

but I'm not going to have you prejudice

this investigation in any way!

And what is that supposed to mean?

That as air safety officer,
you are co-opted

to provide an objective assessment.

If you can't do that
and can't provide us

with all the facts, you
shouldn't be with us.

And if either of you have got any other

eccentric pieces of information

that are likely to surprise us,

I'd like to hear about it first.

And please remember, both of you,

that you are here under sufferance.

And I would like you to see
the personality assessment,

as is normal.

It'd be a pleasure.

Well?

No problem, he wants what we've got,

and he's willing to pay
what I want for them,

and he loves the shots!

- We've finally made it.
- Mm-hmm!

How much?

- Ooh, uh...
- Come on, Eddie, how much?

Enough.

Bastard!

And don't you think it's a bit callous

makin' money out of a thing like that?

A bit maybe.

Anyway, I've never heard you
complain about money before.

Oh, I'm not complaining.

Good.

Do you want help with the prints?

No, I'll be all right.

I'll be printing now, love.

Hello?

What is it?

Are you lost?

Hello?

Hello?

The days of man... about his grasp...

He flourishes...
like a flower in the field.

And when the wind goes over it, is gone,

and its place will know it no more.

But the merciful goodness of the Lord

endures forever and ever
toward those that dear him.

And His righteousness upon
their children's children.

The name of the Father,

the Son,

and the Holy Spirit,

be with us all, now and forevermore,

amen.

Relatives and friends,

who wish to place wreaths,
please move forward now.

Do not enter the areas
marked with yellow flags.

Relatives and friends,
who wish to place wreaths,

please move forward now.

Do not enter the areas
marked with yellow flags.

It's him, the pilot.

He's the one that walked away from it!

Killed all those women and children!

Killed all those people, you
just walked away from it!

My husband, my husband
and little children,

and he just walked away from it!

Where's the justice in that?

You don't deserve it, you freak!

It was my husband, it was
my husband you killed!

You shouldn't be here, David.

There's no point in
aggravating the situation.

Where do you expect me to be?

At home, staring into
the middle distance?

I have to be here.

I know, of course you do,

but there's nothing
you can achieve here,

not while this is going on anyway.

Look, I don't care what Slater says,

I don't care what you say.

I was the pilot, I am involved,
end of story!

Now, I shall be back later.

Be here!

Please.

Mr. Keller?

It is Mr. Keller, isn't it?

Look, believe me, I'm sorry.

Yes,

there is no justice.

Yes,

it is totally unfair.

I'm sorry, I don't like to intrude,

but I feel involved in some way.

I know you probably
want to forget about it.

I can't remember anything about it.

I do,

perhaps not in the way that you imagine.

It's difficult for me to explain.

No, wait, please.

Somethings happening, we must talk.

I believe it's desperately important.

Please take this.

My address is on it.

Please.

It is important, I wouldn't
trouble you otherwise.

Thank you, Mr. Keller, thank you.

Please get in touch with me.

You need help, and I believe I do too.

This is irresponsible,
totally bloody irresponsible.

My bloody license!

Look, let me fly, or
come along for the ride.

Nope.

David!

No, I have to go alone!

I need to spark something off.

Anyway, you've got clearance
to fly over the crash site.

By the time it filters
back through the works,

nobody will give a damn.

I'll be back in 20 minutes,
I'll see you in the bar.

I'll be in the tower.

Suit yourself.

Two, three, right.

Bane?

Harry, I'm sorry about this morning.

Oh!

Did they come up with anything?

I'm not supposed to
talk to you about this.

Come on, every detail, I said.

Well, you haven't
heard anything, remember?

My reputation with the AIB
is diminishing rapidly.

Harry, stop bullshitting and tell me.

Allright, allright, allright.

The pathologist has
come up with an anomaly,

fragments in the legs of
one of the passengers.

That's hardly surprising, is it?

Well, it's possible to tell
the velocity of a fragment,

whether it's a barely down.

Or at a great of velocity,
such as an explosion.

Are you saying sabotage, a bomb?

No, no, no, no, I'm just
expressing the possibility.

Who was he, do we know,

the fellow with the bits in his legs?

Not yet, but we're working on it.

I would have remembered a bomb, surely.

You haven't had any recollections?

No, not at all.

There's a pressure on me
to remember though.

Don't let Slater and the AIB blokes
get on top of you.

No.

That's not what I meant.

I'm also wondering
how the hell you managed

to get out of this thing alive.

In the first place, I don't
believe you were on the flight

deck when it happened.

I've seen it, no one could
have gotten out of there.

What do you mean I wasn't
on the flight deck?

I was flying the goddamn plane!

Look, supposing it was a bomb,

suppose it was, well,
something big anyway.

You didn't send your co-pilot.

What about the flight engineer?

No, no, no, you went down
to check it out yourself.

Somehow, on impact, you
were in the right place

to be thrown clear.

David?

Dave.

Retrograde amnesia.

What kind of crap is that?

Give it time.

It'll come.

It has to, Harry.

I think I'm going mad.

Mr. Keller.

I'm glad that you came.

Why did you ask me to come here?

I thought, perhaps, you might
have something to tell me.

I don't wish to try your patience.

Nothing could be further
from my mind, I promise you.

This morning, I flew a small
plane over the crash site.

Where the wreckage should have been,

there was nothing, no sign of it,

just some children
playing in an open field,

and someone else:

A woman.

This morning, you said?

It was this morning, when I took off,

and it still was when I landed, yes.

Yes.

Do you believe in life after death?

Well,

considering I am the sole
survivor of a major air disaster,

I would have to believe in something

I suppose. Fate probably, why?

They're asking for your help.

Who's asking for help?

The men, women, and children
who died in your aircraft.

I'm not talking about stories
to frighten children with,

witches, hobgoblins.

Look, Hobbs, or whatever your name is,

you gave me the impression you
had something to contribute,

anything that might be of help!

Now, I'm sorry if you've been
disturbed by the accident,

you're not the only one by a long way,

but I don't need this.

I really don't need it!

No!

Please!
No!

Hobbs!

No!

Please, please, please!

No, you must leave!

Leave!

Listen!

No!

Please, please!

Help!

Hobbs!

No, no, no, no!

Oh my God.

What the hell was that?

The voices.

As though I was there.

I didn't want to become involved.

It seems some people are more sensitive

to these things than others.

You can tell I'm not?

You're causing them.

I'm being used to reach you.

I have the experience,
but it's you they want.

It's you they really need.

Help me up, I must get out of here.

Theories, fears...

Saboteurs, mechanical failures.

Look,

I want answers, but not
by talking to cranks,

not by talking to cranks.

Or unlicensed pilots.

Bleeding scapegoats.

Well,

we know that 747s
don't fall out of the sky

from practice, don't we?

Can't do it cause they're too good.

So that only leaves me, doesn't it?

Captain Keller,

you're just being paranoid.

The human part of the equation

is always the most
fallible though, isn't it?

Isn't that how you put it?

You're going to put me
on the block, aren't you?

Accident investigation
is not about putting anyone

on the block

it's about making planes safer.

You know that as well as I do.

I know it.

I'd like to believe it.

But you're leaving me out
on my own, aren't you?

Hardly.

Look, I'm sorry.

I've got a great deal of
work, meetings, Tewson.

You're putting a great deal
of pressure upon me.

Sorry.

Enough, enough!

We have enough already!

Look, it's all around us!

Don't want the supernatural
entering into our conclusions.

Deduce, by all means, but do not devise.

Good afternoon.

Hello.

Hello, is Mr. Jackson there, please?

I want him to come over to look at
a couple of pieces of metal.

No, no!

No!

No, no!

Yes?

Another incident, I'll explain later.

Will you meet me at the boat?

David?

It's important.

Hobbs!

Hobbs!

Hobbs, whats the matter,
what are you doing out here?

I'm terrified.

I want you to do something.

I don't know what the results will be,

but it's the only thing left.

I want to take you back

will you come?

I'm frightened and we need help.

Will you come?

Yes.

I...

I cannot be involved, do you understand?

We feel we need you there.

Are you sure you can go through with it?

He has to.

He's the only one who can help them,

help us all.

Obviously, I have my own reasons

for wanting to find out what happened,

but this young lady feels
we may find explanations to

a few other things as well.

If we do manage to recreate it,

to go back,

we need someone outside
to guide us through.

Yes.

I should warn you

that the church has always
turned it's face against

all forms of necromancy, all forms of

dealing with so-called spiritism.

She has never

felt the need

to revise the plain
teaching of the Bible,

to beware of the mutterings
and chirpings of wizards,

and their familiars,

and to put our trust

in the living God.

In the tradition of that philosophy,

please, will you accept this

shield of truth?

What?

If anything should happen then tell me.

If it becomes too much
for either one of us,

the other must stop and help.

That's where my flight engineer sat.

That was my co-pilot.

And that's the observer's seat.

Think back to the moment
before the crash,

or anything that led up to it,

any little incident that
might have happened,

things people said.

Oh, dammit, it's useless,
there's nothing!

You must try.

You must go on trying.

Wind 3-6-0 degrees, turn two.

It's 9-0-1-7-9, roger.

What's wrong with you?

Radar, Skybird 179, over.

Checked.

- Checked.
- Checked.

Good evening, Mr. Rogan.

Good evening.

2C is it, sir?

That's correct, yes, thank you.

Lever down three grades.

Radios and radar.

Checked and set.

Checked and set.

Lat lever.

Checked the gauges.

V1.

V2.

Rotate.

Stewardess!

Stewardess!

Captain, I think
we've got a bomb on board.

Please, could you come down?

Tom, go down and find out
what the trouble is.

What's all this,
what the hell's happened here?

Jesus.

Level up, David, level up,
we've got a bomb on board,

first class cabin.

Put out a mayday, emergency.

I'm gonna fly it by the water.

400 feet, but we need room!

Straight approach downwind.

I don't wanna stay in the air
any longer than necessary.

Autopilot cut out!

I'm going to manual.

We're going down.

Come on, up!

Come on, up!

Hobbs!

No!

Oh!

Hobbs.

Hobbs!

There's more, isn't there?

There has to be!

Come on.

You must show me.

I have to know.

It's why I'm here, you see,
I have to know.

Hobbs, don't lose it!

They're gone.

Which way?

Straight.

Please hold on.

Left.

Fading, fading.

Go on.

Must be here.

There's nothing, there's nobody here.

I'm gonna take you home.

It's here, somewhere,

the voices, frightening,

bitter.

They've gone.

They've gone.

Get out.

Hobbs?

You were not supposed
to survive, Keller.

None of you were.

What brought you here?

The voices?

Can't you hear them?

They surround you,
holding me for your arrival.

It's a beautiful object, isn't it?

The plane,

now in pieces.

You were one of those
plotting to end my career.

I built up this airline,
it's mine to keep or destroy.

You planted a bomb in Rogan's case,

Keller, the man of emotional detachment,

the man of science and technology,

the deducer.

I knew it would be you, Captain.

First, Tewson, and then you.

I've seen Tewson.

I killed Tewson.

He was beginning to know too much.

Ours to build,

ours to admire,

and ours to destroy.

This clutter of yours,
these chattering friends,

they hang on my wall,
and on my wall they are.

You murdered 300 of innocent people.

Why?

I would like to know why.

Revenge.

I have the imagination for the kill.

Ants crushed by the thousand
when the elephant falls.

Why should I feel something for nothing?

300 nobodies.

It was perfectly timed.

Rogan was predictable.

Sad trait.

You managed well.

You survived.

Some of the others would
have too, but for the fire.

But you didn't predict their power.

They haven't left you,

have they?

The hunter,

or whatever you call
this mindless being that you are.

Who's hopeless...

Because they won't leave you alone.

They want you, Captain, not me,

the last one.

I merely stare in wonder
at an elegant totality.

I see it,

I want it.

If they wish to wreak
their vengeance on me

because you eluded them, so be it,

but the preternatural
is a tiresome edict

for a practical man to comprehend.

Then we've both learned
something, haven't we?

And we shall both have to
compensate for the experience.

The death rattle.

The death rattle that will quiet

when the last nerve has been twitched.

Now, it's your turn.

Help!

David!

Right, to me!

Over to me!

Right, hold that.

Hold everything!

Mr. Bain!

Mr. Bain!

In the cockpit, the cockpit!

This man's been dead for days.

It's Keller.

That's impossible.