All language subtitles for The Collector - S01E12 - The Miniaturist

Is there a particular
book you're looking for?

Do you want to get something to eat?

What do you want to do?

Why don't we play a game?

What game?

How about truth or dare?

Okay.

You sure?

You got a lot of secrets.

You might have to take a dare.

We'll see.

Truth or dare?

Truth.

Who's the last person you had sex with?

Her name was Constance.

Constance?

Do people still name their kids Constance?

Not much anymore.

It wasn't that girl in the photograph?

It's my turn, truth or dare.

Truth.

What's your favorite color?

Oh, come on, no softballs. It's
no fun if it's not embarrassing.

OK.

Last week when your father came
to visit, why were you so nervous?

Because we used to fight a lot.

He's the reason I ran away
from home. Truth or dare?

Truth.

That girl in the
photograph, Katrina, right?

What'd she die of?

Bacterial infections.

Why didn't you just take antibiotics?

There were no antibiotics, but we were,
and that's two questions, truth or dare.

Truth.

What did you and your father fight about?

I changed my mind, dare.

I dare you to answer the question.

I don't want to.

Fine.

He betrayed my trust.

Truth or dare?

You still owe me a question.

Too bad. Truth or dare?

Truth.

Is that why you picked me up off
the street? Because I was sick?

Because I reminded you of her?

Let's play a different game.

Is that it?

You hang around with me
because I remind you of her,

but you won't touch me
because it's still her you want.

Maya, look.

Some game.

Next time.

I think you better stick to checkers.

She getting too close.

Maybe I move you to another city.

Got a nice village in
Liberia needs a collector.

Lots of people there make deals.

I can handle Maya.

Stop talking like a bad cartoon.

Works on the tourists in Chinatown.

Can't keep this up, you know.

We're friends.

That's all.

You're lying to her.

Friends don't do that.

Of course I'm lying to her.

If I told her the truth,
you'd take her to hell.

True.

But that's not the only reason, is it?

You've got secrets you don't tell anyone.

Give me a name or get out.

Preferably both.

That not nice way to talk to old lady.

Here, take me.

I hope your client go to hell.

Burn all toasties.

I don't want to know the answer.

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.

Gabe, where are you, honey?

Gabe, come on, I gotta go.

Gabe, you know how it scares
mommy when you hide like this?

Your Auntie Rachel's here.

I gotta go to work.

But I wanted to show you something.

Remember when I told you that
Daddy hated cameras and that's

why we didn't have any
pictures of him around the house?

I love you, Tiger.

Mr. Fenderman?

I don't want to buy anything.

I don't want to hear about the Lord,

and I don't want to donate to the
fireman's fund. I'm here about your deal.

Oh. Oh, no, no, this is a very bad time.

Mr. Fenderman, I'm not here to collect.

I'm here to offer you a
chance at redemption.

I'm sorry.

It's a nice offer.

It's just, things are complicated.

Whatever errands you have to do can wait.

Why don't we start with your deal?

What was it?

Don't you know?

The devil never makes anything easy.

The only information I could
find on you was your address,

so whatever you traded your
soul for hasn't made you famous.

I'm judging by your house.

It hasn't made you rich.

I think I better talk
to the devil directly.

Based on my experience, Mr. Fenderman,

trying to contact him will
only make your problems worse.

But... I'm your only chance.

But... But it wouldn't make sense to you.

You don't know the context.
You don't know how it started.

Then tell me how it started.

I used to follow the
news, you know, on TV,

and it seemed to me the
world was going to hell.

Pardon the expression.

But don't you feel it?

How everything is becoming more corrupt?

Every day, things get more
polluted, more crowded, more violent.

I thought about it all the time.

I guess that was bad for me because
I work alone, building miniatures,

dollhouses mostly, all by mail order.

I started to think about
things, strange things.

I started to think about how if I was
in charge, I could make a better world.

A good world.

Clean and happy and safe.

And then one night I
looked over, and he was there.

The devil.

That's when he gave me my wish.

He made you living
people. They were so beautiful.

Perfect miniatures.

Naked, like Adam and Eve in the garden.

And all mine.

All mine.

I guess I better show him to you.

I think I know you.

Your name Kandinsky, right?

I'm sorry, I don't remember you. Oh, sure.

Oh, sure. I remember you
from when you were little.

Your father...

He used to come in my restaurant all
the time in Toronto. We call him Artie.

Arthur, he doesn't
like being called Artie.

Oh, sure. We just kid him, call him
Artie. He play like he mad at us,

but he good man, your father.

Very nice man.

I go and visit Mrs.
Barringer, 303. She old friend.

Say hi to your father for me.

Is this some kind of joke?

What did he promise you?

What does he want? I don't know
what you're talking about. The devil!

You're in league with him.

I haven't spoken to him in ten years.

The design for this.

Where did you get it?

I designed it all myself, completely from
my imagination. No reference works at all.

It's complete in every detail.

The choir loft even
has little robes in it.

I put my two little people
in a dollhouse at first.

The scale was all wrong. It
was much too big for them.

So I got the idea to
put them in a village.

And I decided on a
medieval theme. I don't know why.

Later on, I sewed little
costumes myself to match the...

What is it?

This was a real village in Nuremberg.

I grew up there in that monastery.

Real?

But this is medieval.

I left in 1358.

I don't understand. I
thought I made all this up.

The door.

How do you know about the door?

Know what?

That's where she used to live.

When she was in the village.

No, no, no, don't be scared.

It's all right. He's here to help me.

To help us.

I'm sorry. They don't speak.

I don't think they know what I'm saying.

I'm not sure they even
comprehend what I am.

She was your Eve?

Oh, no, goodness, no. She must
be fourth or fifth generation.

Why?

I know a woman in Nuremberg.

Katrina.

A woman who looked exactly
like that. You know who she is?

My little one? Know who she is?

A toy created by the devil to cause
me pain. He's used you to get to me.

No.

No, she's real.

If you'd watched her as I have, gotten
to know her, you'd see she has feelings,

a personality. She doesn't.

The devil is powerful, but
he can only collect souls.

He can't create them. Please, for years
I've tried to understand her, to know her.

Please, you've got to tell me who she is.

Tell me about Katrina.

No.

It has nothing to do with you.

The devil is trying to distract us
from finding your redemption. Oh,

screw my redemption. I
want to know who she is.

Look, how can I find my redemption if
I don't understand what this means?

If the devil took your past
and used it to create my world,

Katrina was a servant in
the house across from the

monastery where I was a
monk, studying medicine.

From the moment that I saw her,
everything else seemed unimportant.

For two years, I watched her in secret.

I tried to hold on to
my vows to get her out.

But it was no use.

If my love was a sin, I was already dead.

I convinced her to come with
me outside the city walls.

It's true love.

Did you get married?

Have babies?

What went wrong?

The hayloft wasn't the first
time we tried to make love.

The day before I had
snuck her into the monastery,

I found a place we could be alone.

I thought it was just me.

There must be something in the ropes.

Oh, please.

Please.

I guess we're more
connected than I thought.

Plague.

When did they start getting sick?

About three years ago.

How?

Did someone bring it into the house?

Besides me.

You're the first person to
enter this room in 10 years.

Were you infected?

Well, however they got
it, this must be it.

This must be the bad luck
that balanced your deal.

Bad luck?

They're the ones who had to suffer
so that you could get your wish.

Didn't she do something?

Why didn't you try to
cure them? I did. As soon as

I recognized the
symptoms, I got them antibiotics.

Streptomycin, tetracycline.

I spent thousands of
dollars. Nothing worked.

Nothing worked. In fact, I
think the injections killed them.

Maybe your dosages were too strong.

You don't understand.
It's not that simple.

We can make adjustments.

I think they're not supposed to get well.

What do you mean?

In the beginning...

It was good. I built the
model, sold them little outfits,

brought them food and
water, took away their wastes.

I did everything for them, and they
were so happy, so content. And so was I.

It was everything I dreamed of.

Soon they had children,
full grown in a few years.

We were like a family.

But after a couple of
years, the men started to fight.

Over the women at first.

Then later, over who would get which room
in the model, and who would be the leader.

After a while, they fought
about anything, nothing.

And the women could be just as cruel.

One of the women was the first to kill.

She killed her baby.

And that wasn't the last time it happened.

They started having a lot of babies. They
were having sex all the time. Oh, jeez.

Their population exploded. I made the
model bigger, but it couldn't go on.

There would have been
hundreds of them. What did you do?

I started to cut down
on their food supply.

I'd be giving them everything, and
then they just took it for granted.

Now they'd have to learn that
there was only so much to go around.

Did they?

They began killing the weak so there
would be enough food for the rest.

So I cut them off. No food, no
water. They had to learn a lesson.

But they wouldn't learn.

I wanted to kill them then.

All of them.

I really did. And I would've.

Except for her.

She was different from the start.

So kind, so generous, so beautiful.

She gave me hope again. I thought
things would be all right then.

I thought the others would see her as
I did, admire her, follow her example.

I thought she would save us all.

But they refused.

Even as she tried to save them, to help
them, they went on raping and killing and...

That's when it started.

They started to get sick.

I tried to help them for
her sake. I could tell

she wanted me to, but I couldn't solve it.

So you took her out.

You quarantined her.

There were about a hundred of
them then, if you can believe it.

Now, six left. Five since this morning.

And her.

You may be right.

It may have been the devil's
plan all along to make them sick.

But unless there's
something you're not telling me,

no one else has been
affected by your deal.

We have to try to help them.

You don't understand.

It wasn't the devil who made them sick.

It was punishment.

Punishment?

For their wickedness.

Who exactly was
responsible for this punishment?

I think I was.

You said you didn't infect them.

Not like that.

I mean, I think I
brought it on them somehow.

I think I wanted them to get it.

You wished it on them?

They only existed because of me.

I'd given them everything.

Loved them, cared for them, wept for them.

And when they ruined the
paradise I made for them,

when they turned it into the same unholy
mess as the outside world, I punished them!

You talk like you're their god.

Maybe I am. No.

You're just a man who builds dollhouses.

But what is a god?

Someone who sees all, who knows all.

A judge to teach right and wrong.

No.

God should be more than
judgment and punishment.

God is nothing if he is not forgiveness.

I forgave them everything for
years, and look what happened.

They destroyed themselves.

They need a direction.

This plague.

Was that your firm guiding hand?

Actions have consequences. You're sick.

The devil set all this up to get me.

You're so arrogant and
bloated with your own sense

of power that you've
taken credit for this.

You can't criticize me.

You haven't had the
responsibility I've had.

What has your God done that's so great?

I've been a good God.
I did what was right.

This is what it means to be a good
God. They're trying to kill her.

They aren't trying to kill her.

They're trying to free her.

It's not true. They resent
her because I loved her more.

They want her to die
the way they're dying.

I was wrong about the bad luck.

It wasn't the plague.

The devil planned that all along as
a part of his historical recreation.

Bad luck from your deal was what you did.

She was their redeemer, their hope.

And you took her away from her own
people because you wanted her to live.

You wanted her for yourself.

So I was just supposed to let her die?

Is that what you did?

This isn't fair. It isn't fair!

You didn't.

You tried to save her too, didn't you?

Who are you?

The answer to your prayers.

You sold your soul to save
her, but she died anyway.

You can't win.

You have to put her back in the village.

For her sake and yours.

I won't kill her.

It's your redemption.

Why should I be the one
who has to make amends?

What about them?

It's easy to blame God, but
what about their responsibility

for everything that's happened?

The plague was not their
fault. Oh, you would say that.

You're the one who broke your vows,
but you blame God for everything.

She's gonna die anyway, Harvey.

How else is all this gonna end?

I just need a little
more time to protect her.

There's a few of them loose in the house.
Once I track them down, she'll be safe.

Once you're gone, she'll starve.

What if you take her?

You don't want to see her die again.

That is not Katrina. Okay, maybe
not, but you've watched her now.

You can see that she has
feelings, a personality, a soul.

How could she cry for
the others if she didn't?

No, it's impossible. I won't do it.

Then I'll set her free.

Out there.

What?

At least she'll have a chance.

I'll drive her someplace, to a field,
somewhere where she can find her own food.

She's smart. She'll survive.
She'll die. Take your pick.

Eaten by a rat, or discovered and
dissected in a laboratory. Stop! I won't listen!

Then get out.

Leave us alone for a minute.

No.

You'll hurt her.

You'll put her back.

I won't. I can't make amends for
you. You've got to do it yourself.

I just need a moment alone.

You promise?

What did you do?

Think about what she wants, Harvey.

I'll be back tomorrow.

Thanks, Rachel.

Night.

What?

What are you talking about?

Hey, I was just waiting
for you. I got hungry.

Are you okay?

What is it?

Morgan, I have a confession.

You asked me a question,
you know, truth or dare, and

I didn't tell you the
truth, and that's not right.

I finally have a friend here,
and I have to tell somebody.

My dad molested me from the
time I was seven years old.

It went on for years.

But that's not the worst part.

When he was here, he asked me
why I never told him to stop.

And I didn't know.

I don't know.

And I'm so afraid.

I'm afraid that it was my fault.

I'm afraid that I made him do it somehow.

You have nothing to be sorry for.

It was not your fault.

You were pure and good, and
what happened to you was evil.

Anyway, I just wanted to tell you so that
you didn't make me take a dare next time.

I've thought about what you said.

There's something I don't understand.

You said you sold your soul to save
her, to make her well, but she still died.

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

her without casting a
shadow on her soul as well?

He sent her to hell.

Is that the bad luck from your deal?

You still holding on to your secrets?

Truth or dare, dear boy?

This isn't about me, Harvey.

Will you put her back in the village?

No.

I'm going to set her free.

What's this?

It's an analysis of her blood.

I've kept up my medical
education over the years.

She's got the plague.

No.

It's impossible. She's not sick.

She's a healthy carrier.

Born with it. A mutation,
I guess. Or a sick joke.

The Redeemer is the destroyer.

Anyway, she's the one
that gave it to the others.

And if you set her free, she'd
spread it to the whole human race.

You've made this up.

You're just trying to scare me. The
bacillus she's got is a variant, Harvey.

Not found in nature.

Humans won't have any immunity.

I haven't gotten it since the plague
spread. Have you ever touched her?

Or the others, without
the mask and gloves?

No.

No.

Others won't be so lucky.

It's just a theory.

It's not!

This whole thing is
history repeating itself.

The devil is just trying to manipulate
you to doing the same damage that I did.

What do you mean?

You were God's chosen instrument, Morgan.

You were the one destined to
discover the cause of plague,

but now it won't be known
for another half a millennium.

God isn't the greatest killer
in history, Morgan. You are.

You'll kill a hundred million
before your damage is done,

and all I had to do to
divert you from God's purpose

was to dangle a bit of
female flesh in front of you.

That's what all this meant?

It was all just a trick to
turn my love into mass murder.

I won't set her free.

But I can't kill her. Even though I can't.

We still have 24 hours, Harvey.

Then wait with me.

She's pretty.

So pretty.

It would be good to touch her.

Just touch her.

It would be fine.

And no matter what happens, no
matter what, She will never say no.

Coming up tonight, both
sides of the law are drawn

together when a psycho
goes on a killing spree.

Dennis Hopper and Leslie Hope star in
Spreading Ground, starting right now on City.