All language subtitles for The Collector - S01E08 - The Medium

Thanks for walking me home.

So, something's supposed to happen.

It's sitting here for an hour.

There's a message for you, your mother.

Message?

Message from a hand?

My mother was deaf.

Your father and I are together now.

He is not in pain.

There is no pain here.

Only love.

You are... You are the only thing I miss.

Wait!

Not yet.

Yeah.

Guess who?

I'm not in the mood.

I'll give you a hint. I
don't live on a cloud.

Do you have a name for me?

Oh, all right.

Lore McKinney.

Ah, hell.

Isn't it lovely?

These are all my little souls.

I used to gather them myself, but by
the 14th century, I needed some help.

That's how I found Morgan. He was a
monk back then, so he played hard to get,

but I found that with the right bait...

You can catch any fish you want.

In the end, he came to work
for me. He became a collector.

Then recently, he made me
the most interesting proposal.

He wants to seek
salvation for his clients.

I decided to let him try.

For now.

I mean, after what, three or four years
of pretty flattering reports from the media,

it seems like she
could have written her own

ticket. TV show,
astrology column, whatever.

But instead, media blackout. Why?

Laura was never comfortable with the
media. It's not what motivated her.

Then what did, honey?

You'd have to ask her.

She won't talk, so as her
husband, I figured maybe

you could tell me
something. Ex-husband. Ex. Right.

So you got a divorce just
before she started to get famous.

Were you uncomfortable with the
possibility that she might be exposed as a fraud?

No, you reporters are such parasites.

You said you were
interested in my side of the story,

but you don't care about the truth.

All you want to do is get people
to say bad things about each other.

No, I do care about
the truth, Mr. McKinney.

That's why I'm asking you.

Can Laura McKinney
really talk to dead people?

Miss Bikini?

Yes?

My name is Morgan Pym.

48 hours.

Yes.

It's not much time.

No, but redemption is possible.

I know that now.

And in your case, there
may be something else.

Another way. I think the
devil may have cheated you.

And if I can prove he didn't give you
what you asked for, it might break the deal.

I asked for the power to
speak to the spirits of the dead,

and that's exactly what he gave me.

Sorry, but I don't believe that.

I think the devil has been manipulating
you, making you believe you talk to spirits.

That's not possible.

The devil's more powerful than you can
imagine. What he showed you wasn't real.

How can you, of all people,
be skeptical about souls?

Not.

But I don't believe we can ever be in
contact with the soul once it's gone.

If it were possible, I
think I'd find a way by now.

Have you tried to reach
someone in particular?

You have. Tell me who it is.

There was a woman a long time ago.

Did you have a question for her?

I just wondered whether
she went to heaven or hell.

This may come as a surprise to you.

I believe in God, but
not in heaven and hell.

Not the way you talk about it.

I believe that we
create our own afterlife.

Miss McKinney, I've seen real spirits.

Thousands of them.

I see them when they get
ripped from their bodies

and pulled through a
portal down into the flames.

It isn't anything anyone
would create for themselves.

Hell is a real place.

That's why I want to help you.

I'm sorry. I just, uh...

The sittings are very draining.

Laura, there isn't much time.

Look, before you can understand
anything, there is someone you need to meet.

You're the one that rings the
bells for the Angelus, aren't you?

I've seen you often. I work
for the family across the way.

I'm sorry, are you mute?

Or have you taken a vow of
silence as well as a vow of chastity?

No, I can speak.

Can you speak your name?

Morgan.

Morgan? Morgan?

Are you okay?

Look.

I'm glad you're up. I couldn't sleep.

I've been meaning to tell
you that someone followed

me home from the diner a few nights ago,

asking questions about you, a reporter.

Jerry Slane.

You know her?

What did you tell her?

Nothing, just...

That maybe I'd seen you
around, but I wasn't sure.

Thanks. I appreciate that.

So, uh, why is she interested in you?
Is there something I should know about?

No.

Good night.

Morgan.

I'm sorry Morgan, I
didn't mean to interrupt

your very important
business with the door.

I noticed you wouldn't look at
me as I passed. Am I so hideous?

No.

You're beautiful.

I didn't know a monk's devotion left
time to appreciate earthly beauty.

A devotion to God can't help but
include a devotion to God's creation.

So your appreciation of my beauty
is with a piece of appreciating

the flowing of a river
or the jumping of a toad.

In contemplation of your face,
everything else is diminished.

But does God not love the lowly
toad the same as he loves me?

I confess that in this, as in other
ways, I have fallen short of God's example.

You confess? Has this become a matter of
confession, then? A secret between us?

Every word will be held sacred.

Then forgive me,
Father, for I have sinned.

How?

For some time, I have watched a young
man, a monk, go about his daily duties.

And what were your
feelings toward this man?

I have had impure thoughts.

If he is a monk, how can he respond?

I don't know.

Perhaps if he's willing
to break a vow of silence,

he'd be willing to break other vows.

Am I the devil, then? No.

But if you are the devil's
creation, then I am lost,

because my heart is already won.

Then perhaps we both are damned.

And yet, I see paradise before me.

You said there was
someone you wanted me to meet?

Yes.

His name is Joshua.

He's my son.

I don't know who you lost,
but I know how you feel.

And I'm not leaving this life
until I talk to him one more time.

It's the tenth
anniversary of his death tomorrow.

The day before you made your deal.

He had a brain tumor. It took a long time.

He was in and out of consciousness
towards the end, you know, the drugs.

The day he died, I was on
my way to the hospital.

I never got a chance to say goodbye, to
tell him how much I loved him. Next day,

I guess I went crazy breaking things.

He was gone, and I'd missed my chance.

So when the devil came, I don't know if
I thought he was real or if I was crazy,

but it seemed like such a good deal.

My soul for the ability to
communicate with the dead.

You're saying you've
spoken to Joshua since he died?

No, I haven't.

When I first started to use my gift,

I found out I could only
use it to help someone else.

So for ten years... For ten years, I've
been asking questions for other people.

And at the end of each
sitting, if I'm quick,

I get to ask whatever spirit I'm
talking to that one extra question.

Have you seen my son?

What would they say?

I've talked to hundreds of spirits,
and the answer's always the same. No.

Laura, I've read all
the articles about you.

It seems like your
ex-husband might have been the one

who's been affected by the
bad luck from your deal.

The divorce, whatever
happened between you.

What about me?

I'm the one who's had the bad luck.

I'm sorry.

I don't want to talk about Russell.

Tell me about this woman you
mentioned last night. Is she buried here?

No.

She's buried somewhere near Nuremberg.

At a mass grave with
the other plague victims.

Katrina died in 1358.

You were alive then?

And you've been trying to
reach her all that time?

Laura, this is why I want you to
forget about contacting Joshua.

Once a soul's gone, it's gone. I know.

You've got to think about your own fate.

I think we should go talk to Russell.

I know he still lives in Vancouver.

I can't.

I can't face him.

Laura.

I said I can't.

Why not?

What are you afraid of?

Focus, Morgan.

That's what makes a
skateboarding champion.

Well, that and a little
help from Skate and Satan.

I think you're losing your focus.

Admit it. You want to save Laura, but
you can't stop thinking about Katrina.

It must have occurred to you.

What?

That Laura might be able to find out what
really happened to Katrina, heaven, hell.

Maybe you two could even chat.

The whole deal was a sham.

You've been conjuring fake
spirits for ten years so Laura

could delude herself that
she was talking to the dead.

You really don't think I'd do
that? Why, that'd be unfair.

Exactly.

And if I can prove it, then the
whole deal's off. You can't collect.

Really?

Even if you do prove
it, who's going to care?

You're going to complain to the
Board of Demonic Quality Assurance?

There have to be some
rules that control you.

You are not in charge of the universe.

I can do whatever I want, whenever I want,

and there's nothing in your
puny universe to stop me.

So he's been doing
this all day. I'm sorry.

I thought he would stop
when he got to school.

That's all right.

When did it start?

I'm not sure. I found
him doing it last night.

He wasn't doing it yesterday.

Something happen at dinner?

I don't know. I had to work late again.

Yeah, I wish I could blame
it on that. The truth is...

I'm just going to have to
reprioritize, spend more time with Gabe.

Yeah, you've got quite a kid there.

I spent my whole career working
with autism, but Gabe is different.

Yeah, good different or bad different?

It's different different.

Like now, such an unusual
kind of self-stim behavior.

I mean, it's self-stimulation, right?

But the way he's acting is almost
like he's got an imaginary friend.

You're Russell McKinney?

Yeah, I'm the
dispatcher. What do you want?

Just ask you a few questions.

Come on, I was supposed
to ship this morning.

Don't tell Billy he needs an
endoscope to find his head.

Mr. McKinney, I'm very busy. If you
have any questions, you can talk to Sales.

These are personal questions.

I'm a friend of Laura's.

What kind of friend?

I want to talk about your divorce.

She's getting married again.

Good. Good for her. Well, our
divorce is final, if that's your question.

Mike, yeah, another three
dozen endoscopes sent down.

Thank you. Well, find out
why you two got divorced.

I don't see how you think
this is any of your business.

Did it have something to
do with Joshua's death?

Listen to me.

Unlike my ex-wife, I am not
stuck in the past. I have moved on.

So if you can deal with her, talking to
these so-called dead spirits, good for you.

But you stay the hell out of my life.

Mom, hi.

Yeah, I'm fine.

I'm sorry, I know I
didn't call on Christmas.

Things were... How did you meet Ty?

Yeah? That's great.

And, uh, Dad?

Mom, Mom, don't cry. I don't
want you to come get me. I'm okay.

There's a guy here. He's
helping me get on my feet.

No, not a pimp.

I've got a job, Mom.

I mean, a regular one. And I'm a
waitress. Do you believe that?

Or you can even get me
to wash my own dishes.

His name is Morgan. No,
no, no, he's just a friend.

No, no, Mom, Mom, I don't have time
to talk to Dad right now. I gotta go.

I'm sorry. It'll work, you know?

Yeah, I will.

Me too.

Laura?

A soul long departed.

Her name is Katrina.

Do you know the one I seek?

There is a message.

For me?

No.

For the one who follows you.

Laura, this is a lie.

This thing is the devil's hand puppet.

The husband died as the boy was
being born. He could not tell her.

This is all a lie.

It's not real!

Wait!

Have you seen my son?

I have to talk to him.

He is not with us.

Come on, Laura, don't
let him do this to you.

This is all sham. That
thing wasn't a real spirit.

They are real.

People who have come to me have
recognized them. Mothers, fathers,

they've given me answers for
others. Why would the devil do that?

The devil's fed you lies.

People believed them
because they wanted to.

No.

I've got information that's been
verified. Secrets people took to the grave,

clues to unsolved murders.

I wanted to prove it to you
by finding an answer for you.

Even if you were in touch with something,

the devil would never allow you to
find an answer that would help me.

I'm running out of
chances to ask about Joshua.

He is not with us. What
does that mean? Where is he?

Why can't I find him?

Laura, we've still got a
little more than a day left.

I talked to Russell.

You've got to see him.

Joshua!

He's the one I want to see. I
don't care about redemption.

If I die without seeing him,

without telling him that his mommy will
always love him, without saying goodbye,

then the rest of eternity will be
hell for me no matter where I go.

Don't put yourself in my position.

You've still got a chance.

The spirit said
something. There was a message.

Did you understand it?

There's a woman that's been
following me, a reporter,

but I don't know anything about a boy.

Well, you at least talk to her.

Then you'll see my powers are real.

You'll see that there's still a
chance for both of us to find our answers.

Do you always just show
up at people's houses?

I'm sorry.

I know it's late, but there's
a question I need to ask you.

It may seem strange.

Oh, about some other member of your flock?

No.

It's about you.

Actually...

It's about your husband.

Yeah, what about him?

Is he dead?

Most people assume I'm divorced.

When did he die?

About eight years ago. Why?

And you have a son?

What do you want?

I met a woman.

You wrote an article about her a
few years ago. Laura McKinney.

She's a medium.

Yeah, I tried to talk to
her, but she wouldn't see me.

I spoke to her husband, though.

A real jerk, if I remember correctly.

What does she have to do with this?

Tonight, while she was doing whatever
it is she does, a message came through.

I think it was supposed
to be from your husband.

I know you're religious, but
you can't be deluded enough

to believe in that
voices from the beyond crap.

The message was that your husband
had something he wanted to tell you,

but he never had a chance because he
died while your son was being born.

Is that true?

It's late.

I'd like you to leave. Is it true?

It was a difficult birth.

I'd been in labor for two days.

He just stepped outside to
get some air for a minute.

He got hit by a car.

He never got a chance
to see our son Gabriel.

But Your so-called medium could have
talked to anyone at the hospital. I mean,

I do negative stories on
people. Sometimes they hold a grudge.

Mr. Pym.

You hang around with a
lot of troubled people.

Don't get caught up in their sick games.

Thanks for your time.

So, what do you think?

Is Laura McKinney legit or what?

That faceless head
thingy is pretty creepy, huh?

And that message from the dead husband?

Did you see the look on her face?

She's practically calling
the psychic hotline right now.

This could be it, Mork.
Your chance to find out

whether your beloved's
sitting on a cloud...

Roasting in the pit.

I haven't seen anything you
couldn't have conjured up.

It's kind of ironic, actually. What?

You working so hard to save her,

her working so hard to reach
the kid on the spookaphone,

when she could just wait
another 22 hours and 18

minutes and everything
would take care of itself.

What are you saying?

Sometimes I look at you, and I wonder
what it'd be like to be so limited,

so powerless, but then I get bored.

Later, dude.

Dave, did you finish your cereal?

We gotta brush teeth.

Where are you, Tiger?
Gabe, we do have a table.

Dave, honey, why were you looking at this?

Were you listening last night
when mommy was talking to that man?

Do you have something of hers?

I have a picture.

A picture?

But I thought you said... He made it.

You sure you want to do this?

She was beautiful.

There isn't much time left.

Like I said, I can only help myself
by helping you. It's all selfish.

Then there's something you should know.

Last night the devil told me if
you want to see Joshua again,

all you had to do was
wait for your deal to end.

He's saying Joshua's in hell?

That's horrible.

It's impossible. He's lying.

Sometimes it's hard to tell
what's the truth and what's a lie.

But there may be a precedent
for what he said about Joshua.

Precedent? Precedent? What does that mean?

My case.

Time to go.

Why did she have to die?

You cured her.

You asked for more time
with her. I gave you that.

You never said she had to outlive you.

But don't worry.

You'll see her again. What do you mean?

Did you really think that
you could use my help to save

her without casting a
shadow on her soul as well?

You think he sent her soul to
hell because you made a deal?

He hints.

He implies he torments
me with the uncertainty

because he knows it's
worse than telling me.

For centuries, I have tried to find out
the truth by talking to people like you.

Witches,
spiritualists, channelers, mediums.

They all thought they
could talk to the dead too.

You know, maybe they could,

but I never believed it because
they could never contact her.

Just because they
couldn't doesn't mean I can't.

Laura, did any of the souls you've
come in contact with seem to go to hell?

I told you I don't believe in hell. I
don't care whether you believe in it.

Did they seem to be suffering?

No, they were at peace.

You think I can only contact
souls who've gone to heaven.

You don't think I can contact
her because you believe him.

You believe that she is in hell.

I don't know.

I want to believe there are rules, but he
seems to be able to do whatever he wants.

That spirit you brought him, he
said Joshua was not with them.

No.

No, this is a trick. There is no
hell. The devil is just being cruel.

The devil may have given you a
power no one else has ever had.

I'm just trying to warn you about
what you may find if you keep going.

If I have to go to hell...

To find my son. Then I will.

Mr. McKinney. Hi, I'm Jerry Slate.

Vancouver Star.

Yes, I remember you.

Then you'll probably remember it. Our
interview didn't go that well. Listen,

if you're fishing for a
follow-up, forget it.

Laura's not part of my life.

No, I'm actually... Well... I think my
son wanted me to give you something.

Your son?

What color were Joshua's eyes?

I think my son saw your
story in one of my files.

He doesn't speak, so
sometimes it's hard to figure

out what he's thinking, most of the time.

Anyway, he must have seen
something in your story,

and he pointed to your picture in the
article I wrote, and he made a drawing.

Here it is. Here it is.

Put your hands on the table.

Why?

Don't fight me I can't do
this without your help.

I don't know.

It makes sense.

Ah! Ah!

Why do you summon us again?

I'm trying to find my son, Joshua.

Your son?

Your son!

I have a son.

Gabriel.

We told you.

Your son is not worth us.

But you will be.

You're one of us.

You can't do this.

It's not her time yet. Let her go.

You are not wanted here.

You sent us here.

You're a collector.

You sent another in your
place so that you could escape.

I didn't send her! I
didn't know! Laura, no.

Stay away from the portal. Laura!

Laura!

Stop it. Send them away. No, I
have to find Dawson. He's gone.

I have to find him. No! For God's
sake, I've already lost my son.

I'll die if anything happens to you.

Please, stop it.

Send them away.

I told you I haven't said goodbye.

You have to let him go.

Move on. I can't.

Laura, he wouldn't want to
be the one that broke us up.

And maybe, if we've got
each other, we can let him go.

Please, Laura.

No!

Joshua.

Joshua.

All this time, I couldn't find him.

He wasn't with the other
spirits because he was right here.

He couldn't move on
because I wouldn't let him go.

But he's all right now.

He's all right. I love you.

It was Joshua.

I agree.

Thanks for coming.

Sorry about last night. It just
brought up a lot of old feelings.

I understand.

How's your medium friend doing?

Okay.

Good.

So, you never did tell me what this
message from my husband was supposed to be.

I don't know, but if he's
really out there somewhere,

I'm sure he's thinking
about you and your son.

Thanks.

I'm still not much for
that ghost and goblin stuff.

Hey, why don't you stay and talk?

You're always listening to everyone
else's troubles. Maybe I could listen to yours.

After all, confession
is good for the soul.

Or so I hear.

Maybe another time.

Hello.

Morgan? Hi, it's Laura. I didn't have a
chance to talk to you before you left.

I didn't want Russell
asking any questions.

He can't ever know about your deal.

I know.

Look, I just wanted to say I'm sorry.
I really wish I could have helped you.

There was never anything you
could have done to help me.

I shouldn't have asked.

Well, anyway, goodbye, and thank you.

Whew, that felt good, huh?

Thank you from a saved soul.

That must really make up for
finding out that Katrina's in hell.

Maybe I didn't find out anything.

Maybe it was all just a big show.

What?

You're saying I let spooky
woman out of her deal just

to make that whole thing
more convincing for you?

I guess I'll never know.
It was all real, you know.

Except for the part where
the kid went into the light.

That part I faked.