All language subtitles for MILLENNIUM - S02 E10 - Midnight of the Century (576p - DVDRip)

(I "Arabian Dance"
by Tchaikovsky)

(clock strikes midnight)

Merry Christmas! Ho ho ho ho ho!

Thank you, sir. Merry Christmas.

A train!

Stay!

- Hi, Dad. This is Jordan.
- Hi, honey.

When you come to my Christmas pageant
today, I'm the angel that starts the show

and tells Mary she's
going to have a baby.

You are really gonna
like what I got you.

Mommy says I can come over
to your house after Mass tonight.

Call he! To tell he! You
got this message, OK?

Yeah, yeah.

- Is that it?
- (Catherine) Yes.

(Jordan) That's it. The pageant is at
three o'clock. OK, Merry Christmas! Bye!

(end-of-message beep)

(man's voice) Uh, Frank?

Frank?

(sighs) Ah. You're not there.

I hope I got the right number. I was
wondering if you got the picture I sent.

(phone rings)

(cacophony of bleeps and chimes)

(urgent bleeping)

(letterbox opens)

(r "0 Holy Night"
played on violin)

(doorbell)

- Hey!
- Hey!

- I didn't know you'd be here.
- I'm glad to see you. Merry Christmas.

I was consulting on a case in
Vancouver, so Peter invited me.

I'm still not sure this
is his house, because

I haven't seen him. So
I'm so glad you're here.

I was sure all these people were looking
at me like "Who is that woman over there?"

- You're in the right place.
- Oh, good.

- Do you have any plans with your family?
- No. You?

Yeah, I gotta go to my daughter's
pageant. She's playing an angel.

Too many angels
this time of year.

- Are you OK?
- Yeah. You know.

(doorbell)

(inaudible)

Not a very cordial host.

- (knock at door)
- Come.

Hi.

- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas, Lara.

Frank brought this for you.

That's for Chelsea. We've
been hiding gifts in here for years.

Taylor outgrew
bicycles last year.

It's not cool for
a girl her age.

The wind plays havoc
with your hair. It's...

She's already talking about
what kind of car she wants.

And Erin is off to
college in two years.

(sighs) Something about this time of
year always makes me consider time.

(Pours drink)

Wouldn't it be
wonderful if, in life,

you could pick the speed at
which you experienced time?

I'd have it take forever for these kids
to grow up. Even if they didn't like it.

I'd have autumn go much
slower, winter go a little faster.

And the time that I was experiencing
regret I'd have go... slower, actually,

so I could fix and leave
the situation without regret.

I'd like to know how
much time I have left.

That's part of
the fun of it, Peter.

For almost the entire
history of Western

civilisation, this month
has been a holy time.

The Druids, winter
solstice, Hanukkah.

The Romans converted
Saturnalia into Christmas.

Christ wasn't even born on this
day, maybe not even 1,997 years ago.

So no one knows for sure
when the millennium really begins.

Ends. How much time is left.

- Not even the Group?
- It's the midnight of the century.

- Will there be a dawn?
- We're working to assure there will be.

Possible futures exist,
like branches on a tree.

Most of us only see the path we're on, but
some, the gifted ones, see those branches.

To the midnight of the century.

(caller rings “Jingle
Bells“ on doorbell)

Ho ho ho, Sir Black! Just came
by to download some upgrades.

Roedecker, it's Christmas Eve.

Really? That would explain
all the lords a-leaping.

- Can't it wait?
- Mr Watts told me he wanted it done today.

Hey, wow! You've gone all out.
Martha Stewart would be green with envy.

Just be fast or I'll have you
stringing Christmas lights.

Mr Black, here's another reason
I came over. Merry Christmas.

- Roedecker, you shouldn't have.
- (scoffs)

I haven't wrapped yours yet.

There's never enough
time for anything, is there?

Well, come on, open it!

Black Christmas and Silent Night,
Deadly Night. No Miracle on 34th Street?

Nothing will put you more in the mood for
the holidays than a serial-killing Santa!

This is a spree killer.

The sexual repression and signature
makes him an organised serial killer.

The triggering stressor would be that
they forced him to wear that Santa outfit.

- It says "serial killer" on the box.
- (doorbell)

It's the thought that
counts. Thank you.

- Hi. Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas, sweetie.

- We were on our way to Jordan's pageant...
- That's my friend Brian. My daughter.

- Hi.
- Hello!

- Want to see a present I got?
- Sure!

What's up?

I know this is a rough time of
year for you because of your mother.

But your father sent a picture over to
the old house for Jordan. Of himself.

- He did?
- Yeah.

And I was thinking, maybe you should
invite your father to Jordan's pageant.

- He only thinks of himself.
- Isn't that what you're doing?

- Oh, please. I can't believe...
- Frank!

Jordan shouldn't be
kept from her grandfather.

Daddy, look! Isn't
this the coolest thing?

(bleeping)

Look. You can feed it, walk it.

And if it gets too
annoying, you can reset it.

That is so cool! I'd
love one of those!

- That's nice. Where'd you get it?
- My mother got it for her.

- Your mother?
- Mommy says it's the circle of life.

Who can argue with that?

Well, we'd better go.

- Bye, Dad. See you tomorrow.
- Bye! Merry Christmas!

See you later!

(murmuring to himself)

Merry Christmas, Roedecker.

Aha! Cool!

Last year, you said you
would get it for me this year.

I'm sorry, Frank.
Maybe tomorrow.

It'll be too late.
Tomorrow's Christmas.

Tomorrow and
tomorrow and tomorrow...

(shouting and bustle)

Excuse me! Out of the way.

Thank you for
shopping at McGrain's.

A Danny Dinosaur or
a Cabbage Patch Doll.

- Child's age?
- Six.

- Gender?
- Female.

- Can't do it.
- Sorry.

- You're out?
- No.

- We just can't sell you a toy...
- That your little girl's gonna hate.

- She loves dolls!
- Not last year's doll.

We've got just the thing.

Uh... Stop with the hard sell.

- A Danny Dinosaur.
- Trust us, she won't like it.

Look, just buy something. I've
got a turkey to get in the oven.

A Danny Dinosaur. Now.

Tomorrow and
tomorrow and tomorrow.

(I "The First Noel"
played on flute)

Frank, I'm sorry.

I'll find a seat somewhere.
I'll see you after.

(music stops)

Once upon a time,
there was... Uh...

Uh... (prompter whispers)

A child born in the town of
Bethlehem, and it was Jesus!

(man's voice) Tomorrow
and tomorrow and tomorrow.

"(I" The First Noel')

Legend has it ghosts walk in
churchyards on Christmas Eve.

Actually, I misspoke myself.

They're not ghosts,
precisely. They're fetches.

Souls of those destined
to die in the coming year,

in search of those who will
soon be their companions.

- It usually happens at midnight.
- Who are you?

But those blessed with a special perception
might not have to wait till nightfall.

Why would that concern me?

There's no telling whose
face you might see.

Why put off till tomorrow
what should be done today?

It is, after all, the
midnight of the century.

(applause)

(I "We Three Kings" on piano)

Hark! A star beckons
over yonder manger.

Our Saviour is born tonight.

Go get him.

- Daddy! Daddy! Did you see me?
- Are you kidding? You were great!

- Thank you.
- A new present?

A Danny Dinosaur?

- You don't like it?
- I got one of these last year!

I hear you.

How come you're dressed as a shepherd?
I thought you wanted to be an angel.

Mom made me be a shepherd.
She doesn't like angels any more.

Sorry about the seating mix-up.

What's going on with
the shepherd costume?

Um... Sweetie, could you wait in
the car a minute? I'll be right there.

Jordan gave me
this this morning.

She told me her grandmother
helped her draw it.

So?

Not my mother, Frank. Yours.

I asked her to tell me she'd drawn
it herself, but she just stood there,

with her arms
folded, staring at me.

You're just a kid. You didn't
see nothin'. It's all in your head!

- She wouldn't back down.
- You know Jordan. She's... sensitive.

Telling me she
colours with her dead

grandmother is a little
more than sensitive.

Come on. You know Jordan.
She's got a gift. You can't suppress it.

Your "gift" gave you
a nervous breakdown.

This "gift" makes you
see horrible images.

It's turned you away
from your family, from

your daughter, toward
the Millennium Group.

Frank, you never even consider that this
gift that you have could be lying to you.

You don't see yourself withdrawing from
your family, hiding behind your ability.

If this has happened to you,
what is it gonna do to Jordan?

I want her to have a choice. I
want a childhood free from this.

I want her to know
she has some place to

turn other than just
within herself, like...

Like me. Right?

It is what it is.

There is nothing
we can do to fix it.

- I know that things are changing for us.
- Yeah.

Time's running out. Frank,
I want you to be happy.

But Jordan is my first priority,
her safety and her wellbeing.

And I won't let
anything jeopardise that.

No.

You're a great mother.

Come here.

- Will I see you tonight?
- You bet.

I have less than 12 hours to
find a present for my daughter.

(clerk) That's the
problem with Christmas.

It used to have meaning, giving.

She likes stuffed animals. Give
me a dog, a chicken, anything.

- Mm-hm. Going for the traditional.
- Staid and unimaginative.

She likes stuffed animals, she
even likes dolls. But no angels.

(sighs) Upstairs.

She's gotta like that.

(I "Arabian Dance"
by Tchaikovsky)

(doorbell)

- Hi. Thanks for coming over.
- No problem.

I brought some pumpkin
bread, some cranberry bread,

and some very
excellent fat-free eggnog.

- You think I need to lose weight?
- No! The bread's not fat-free.

You look great. But
you can eat something

fat-free that tastes
great and have seconds.

OK. Then I'll get four glasses
and a knife to cut the bread.

You found them.

You're right. I can't tell them
apart. They're very powerful.

Yeah. My mother helped me draw
this one, Christmas Eve morning, 1946.

That night she died.

Locked in her room, alone.

My mother was there to help me draw this.
Maybe she was there to help Jordan, also.

I see instinctively,
intuitively, kind of intensely,

it's getting stronger on another plane
since I started working with the Group.

Lara, I think Jordan
sees the way you do.

I know that we can't
somehow just wish it away,

that we can't stop
her from seeing.

What I need to know is: what is
going to happen to my daughter?

Here's my thing.

This is a tough
time of year for me.

- Angels are everywhere.
- I know. I've been seeing them myself.

Yeah, cute, cuddly, flapping their wings,
blowing their horns all over the place.

Wings on angels are
something the Church

took from Egyptian
gods cos people liked it.

So these drawings
are not true depictions?

Well, it's not what I see.

But from them I get the same
feeling as when "he" appears.

That's how it all started
when I was a kid. I

just felt them. I felt a
presence around me.

And then one day a man
came over to our house.

And he was just an out-of-town
business associate of my father's.

They were talking in the
living room and... there he was,

standing - well, not
standing - behind this man.

Just an intense,
beautiful light.

I was overwhelmed with
this horrible sensation.

And I went and I told my mother
that this man was gonna die today.

She got so mad at me
for saying such a thing.

But he did. He had a coronary
in his hotel room that afternoon.

And you've seen and
felt him ever since?

Yeah, but I didn't
talk about it till Peter

Watts approached me
about the Millennium Group.

See, I figured
everyone saw them.

But I got very clued in when my
mother took me to see Father Espisito,

who angrily insisted that if I kept
"seeing things", I'd have to become a nun,

which, although a noble calling, is a
serious setback in boys' interest in you.

I don't know how you
can prepare her, Frank.

You're right, they
won't just go away.

And for me it only gets
more intense as I get older.

He only appears to warn
me of imminent danger,

or to point me in the
direction of evil's presence.

When he appears, all
my senses are heightened.

Everything is clear and uncluttered
in my mind and in my heart.

I feel like nothing can stand in my way,
but I would've done anything - anything -

not to have this in my life.

Look, Frank, look.

At least she's got a father
that understands, and that's...

That will really help her.

And if there's anything I
can do, ever, any time...

Thank you.

But there is one thing, Frank.

In the Bible, and to
me, they're messengers.

This was brought to your attention.
And you said you've seen angels all day.

So my immediate concern
isn't for Jordan, but for you.

You may not be able to see them,

but I feel that something is
trying to be communicated to you.

And there's only one
place to find the answer.

Oh, great. Another
angel just got its wings.

Mom!

(banging on door)

(dog barking)

(man) Quiet! You'll
raise the dead!

- Who's there?
- Frank.

- My son Frank?
- Yeah.

Well, get in. You'll
catch your death of cold.

Mom?

Mom.

Mom.

- Are you hungry?
- No.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Did you get the
one that I sent you?

- Yeah.
- Did Jordan?

Mm-hm.

Did she know who it was?
Did she know it was me?

Yeah. I need to see her room.

Take off your coat and stay a while.
We got a lot of years to talk over.

I don't think we do.

Where's the key?

Well, that's a kick, isn't it?

I thought you came here to
wish me a Merry Christmas,

show me pictures of
my little granddaughter.

Where's the key?

You know you're not supposed to go
up there! You're not allowed up there!

You know that!

(I "Arabian Dance"
by Tchaikovsky)

They're not coming back, Henry.

They're gone forever.

(clock chimes)

What you just saw pushed
us away from each other.

- Even though nothing made us sadder.
- Sad enough to let her die alone?

See that star? The gold star?

That was hung in windows

by a family who'd lost a loved
one in the service overseas.

Your mother hung that for her
brother, Joe, your Uncle Joe.

You didn't know that, did you?

Joe was stationed in England,

and we all knew he was going
to be a part of the Allied invasion.

We didn't know, of course.
Nobody knew for sure. Guessed.

It was a big secret, maybe the
biggest secret in the 20th century,

what date D-Day would begin.

Sit.

Oh, it was... June 5th, 1944.

It was about 8.30
at night. We were all

sitting around here,
listening to the radio.

And suddenly your mother jumped up
and blurted out "The Allies are attacking!"

We all looked at her
like she'd gone nuts.

And then suddenly
she burst into tears,

huge, weeping tears, and
ran upstairs to that room.

Well, she was
right. She was right.

Joe died in the first wave on
the beachhead at Normandy.

She knew about Uncle
Joe before he died?

Yeah, yeah, but I didn't
know that for a long time.

After that night, she
took to that room.

She moved out of our
bedroom, out of my bed.

And she started drawing
those little angels.

She told me about Joe,

that she had had... a vision

that he was going
to die on D-Day.

Well, I believed her but it,
uh... it scared me to death.

Because, in those days, people
who saw things or who had visions,

that was the first ticket
right to the nuthouse.

So I was afraid. I was afraid for
both of us. I was afraid for you.

I mean, you...

No, no. You didn't see things
quite the way your mother did,

but it was clear
that there was a

difference... a different
sense that you had

that others didn't.

And so there was this ability that
your mother had and that you had,

and that she couldn't
turn away from.

And I understood that,
I sympathised with that.

But it was taking
my family away.

It was taking my wife away,

the woman I loved more than
anything else in this whole world.

I loved her so much, so much.

I don't know, Frank,
if you can understand

how that can happen
between a man and a wife.

I know too well.

So she told me... No,
she had been told...

No, she had seen...

that she was about to die.

Well, that was the last straw.
"You... You don't see nothin', Linda!"

"Nothin'! It's in your mind!
You don't see a damn thing!"

I said that to you,
too! "You saw nothing!"

Do you remember Blue Rose tea?

Yeah.

They used to have those little
angel things you could send away for.

Your mother wanted
one in the worst way and

I wouldn't have the
damn things in the house.

51 years ago tonight she gave in. To
ease my mind, I now know, but she gave in.

She said that she wasn't seeing
angels any more. Any more.

The last picture she
made was with you.

And that scared me.
That scared me, Frank.

That scared me
enough that I gave in.

I wanted to find one of
those little Blue Rose angels.

I looked high and low and lfinally
found one down at the Woolwolths.

When I gave it to her,
she was so touched.

We made a pact over
that, your mother and I.

I told her that I would
love her forever.

And she said that she
would move the figurine,

to show that she was waiting
for me on the other side,

where I, too, could
see the angels.

And where we could be...

finally... forever...

together.

51 years ago tonight,
Tchaikovsky on the radio,

she kissed me goodbye,

and then moved to you kids,
hugged you and kissed you.

Then she rose, and with the
most serene smile on her face,

she walked up to that
room alone, as she wanted.

It was the only way it
could've been, Frank.

And that figurine
didn't move an inch

in 51 years.

Jordan drew this.

- I can't.
- No, no.

You have your mother's gift.
She'd want you to have it. So do I.

- What about the sign?
- Oh, I got it, I received it.

- The drawing?
- No, no.

She brought you to me.

- Why don't you come to church with me?
- No, no.

No, I have to
listen to the music.

But I do want a photograph of
my granddaughter some day.

Well, she's just beautiful!

Oh, why did it take so long?

- Well, Merry Christmas, son.
- The same to you, Pop. I'll see you soon.

- OK.
- Bye.

Look! It's Daddy!

- Merry Christmas, honey.
- Merry Christmas, Daddy.

- You look beautiful.
- Thank you.

- Wait, look.
- Is this my present, Daddy?

I know how unhappy you
were about that angel thing.

Grandma wants me to have it.

- She would have loved you very much.
- I know.

Jordan? Sweetie?
The church is filling up.

We'll be there.

Can I have a big hug?

Look.

Who are those people?

(sighs) Mom is waiting.

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Paul Webster

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