All language subtitles for The Collector - S01E13 - Another Collector

Yeah.

Where have you been?

I got into an accident, but it's
all there. I swear. It's too late.

We can't do anything now.

We could take this to a fence.

I'll take the cash, and I'll give it to
charity. You've played games for two days.

There's no more time. Look, I'll
track them down, and I'll pay them back.

I'll make it up to every
one of them, I promise.

Help me! Help me!

Help me! I can't!

Yeah. What a waste.

He has such good taste in jewelry.

You have another name for me already.

I certainly do.

Sophia Marteau.

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.

Did I wake you?

No, I've been up.

You work the graveyard shift?

Yeah, I'm working doubles trying
to save up a little extra money.

It's just hard coming
home to an empty apartment.

Why don't you come in?

Is that blood?

Yeah, I must have cut myself.

Where? I'm sorry.

It is so hard with you. I
never know what you want from me.

Tell me. Do you want me to stay?
Do you want me to leave you alone?

Okay, look, if you don't want
to talk... No, it's not that.

It's okay.

It's early, and I shouldn't have come by.
I'm not being fair to you or to myself.

What the hell do you think
you're doing? I seek only to do good.

Jay Brown is on the road with Steve Green.

Another news. Tragedy at City
Hospital of Vancouver earlier.

A patient was found murdered in her
bed by an unknown assailant. The victim,

Darla Santos, was in the news
just a couple of days ago when

her relatives released a
video of Santos being treated

for stomach cancer by a
mystic healer who the relatives

say used only his hands
to perform the operation.

Medical experts were
obviously skeptical of the family's

claim that psychic
surgery is real and effective,

especially given their
refusal to reveal the identity

of the healer who
apparently insisted on anonymity.

Now doctors at the
hospital did admit that Mrs.

Santos' cancer was greatly reduced
after her alleged treatment by the healer,

but not entirely eliminated.

Now it's unknown at this time
whether Mrs. Santos' murder

is related to her...
Oh, Rachel, I'm so late!

Where's my notepad? How
can you be late already?

I'm not usually awake yet.

I gotta go write up some stiff they
found in an alley, like anyone cares.

I can't believe the crap
assignments I'm getting lately,

just because I missed a
few deadlines. A few?

All right, I've been
distracted a bit lately.

By that Morgan Pym guy? You mean obsessed?

I gotta go. Keep a close
eye on Gabe, all right?

I know the routine. I take
care of him as much as you do.

All right, you're right.

But it's just... lately...

He's been acting a little strange.
What do you mean, strange? Last week,

I gave him a picture of me and his
dad. You stopped hiding Danny's pictures?

He took the picture and cut
out her heads and hung them

from the ceiling like we
were puppets or something.

Hey, I'm his aunt, and I
love him, but let's face it.

He's from another planet.

The only way that Gabe
could be acting strange would

be if you were acting
normal. Ha ha, I gotta go.

Bye, Gabe. Have fun today.

Yes?

Indy Santos?

What do you want?

You're the daughter of Durla Santos?

I'm not talking to any more reporters.

I'm not a reporter, Mrs.
Santos, and I'm not with the police.

I just want to find
someone I think you know.

A woman named Sophia Marteau.

Who's that?

Please, I just want to help her.

I don't know who you're talking about.

Thought you knew my name.

You're Sofia Marto.

Did he tell you? Are you protecting him?

It depends on who we're talking about.

The surgeon, Escobar.

You're the one who killed Derle Santos.

She wouldn't talk, but if you tell
me where he is, I'll let you live.

Sorry, Sofia.

That's not up to you.

You shouldn't have done that.

Help support the arts, buddy?

Why'd you let another
collector into my city?

May I let you loosen your data
to chase down a few clients?

The psychic surgeon, Escobar.

He's a client, right?

Sophia Marteau isn't going to try and
find him redemption. So? We made a deal.

I should be allowed to take over
Escobar's case now that he's in my city. Dear boy.

I gave you Sophia's name so
you could give her a hand.

Did I forget to mention that?

Well, I just figured you'd want
to show a little professional

courtesy to your colleague from Montreal.

All right.

What if I can convince her to
seek redemption for Escobar?

Turn Sophia.

That's funny.

The woman's a killing machine.

There's nothing human left inside of her.

I say there is.

And I can find it.

Oh, really? With what?
Your masculine waddles.

Would you let Escobar
go if he made amends?

And Sofia asked for him to be released.

You know, you do know how to tempt me.

You devil.

All right, okay. You know, I
just can't resist seeing you lose.

Take out your phone.

Hello?

It's Morgan Pym. We met about an hour
ago when you shot me and left me for dead.

So, you're the collector from Vancouver.

We need to talk.

Where are you now?

Meet me at the Holy
Trinity Church in Oslo.

I want to see if this
Escobar is a church-going man.

This is the tale of poor old Bill.
His wife was sick and his dog was ill.

His hand got bit off by an arctic god.
That's when he knew there was no God.

Life is bad, and it just gets worse,
cause you're all alone in the universe.

God bless.

I've never met another collector before.

Sorry about the gun. I just
use it to scare the mortals.

Are they alive?

Yes.

Not that they were any
help in finding Escobar.

They talked, but it was all
gibberish. Filipino, I guess.

Tagalog.

Filipino speak Tagalog.

Why'd you kill the Santos woman?

I didn't mean to.

Murder always gets so much publicity.

But I guess her pain threshold was down
since Escobar dug around in her guts.

We better get out of
here before they wake up.

Buy you a cup of coffee?

Hmm.

Okay, kid, let's try this one more time.

I ask you a question,
and you answer, okay?

Ready?

So, how's school?

Look, Gabe, between you and me,

I think everybody's been a little too
patient with this whole not talking thing.

It's easy.

You just talk.

Okay.

Then you ask me a question.

How's your love life, Aunt Rachel?

Are you still dating a bunch of losers?

Hey, young man, I will thank
you to be more respectful.

You have to kiss a lot
of frogs to get warts.

Okay, what do you want to talk about?

Yeah, okay.

Daddy.

Is Daddy an angel?

Gabe, I... I guess I believe in God.

We always went to church growing up.

Even your mom.

And I want to think
someone's out there, you

know, watching over us, taking care of us.

But angels, heaven on a cloud.

Hey, why not?

Right?

Is it so bad to believe in
something that makes you feel good?

I'll believe it if you will.

Thanks.

So Escobar's not originally from Montreal?

He's been in Manila for most of his
deal, but he's been on the run for a while.

Just the luck of the draw that he ended up

in my city when his clock started ticking.

Lucky for who?

I got permission to leave Montreal
so I could collect Escobar's soul.

I haven't been out of
that city for 20 years.

And as a bonus, I get to meet you.

Why is that a bonus?

The devil often talks
about his first, the first

collector he ever made,
a guy from Nuremberg.

And what did he say about that guy?

Only that he's special. He never says why.

It's you, isn't it? You were the first.

So what happened? Why
didn't he just take you?

He was about to, but I fought back.

Bravery?

Rage.

About what?

There was a woman.

Katrina.

She got sick, and I tried to
save her by selling my soul.

The devil twisted my words, and she died.

You fought the devil out
of a love for a woman?

There were other factors. You were
God's chosen instrument, Morgan.

You were the one destined to
discover a cure for playing.

But still you agreed to work for him.

Everyone I loved was dead.

And he was persuasive.

Unfair, isn't it? And here you are,
going to hell for sinning against God,

and just let her die.
You let millions die.

All your life, you've served that
God. And look how he's treating you.

He's cruel and cold
and unforgiving, I know.

But perhaps I can offer you more.

You could help me.

Cleanse the world of the wicked
and the selfish, the monstrous.

That's my real calling.

I seek only to do good.

You mean work for you.

Collecting souls.

And as long as you do...

You'll continue to walk this earth
and never suffer the fires of hell.

You have my solemn promise.

Or go now and be damned
forever with no hope of redemption.

I no longer care for
God, or love, or life.

Use me as you wish.

So it's true.

You were the first to wear the ruby ring.

Now tell me about you.

How did you become a collector?

I don't want to talk about that
boring story. I want to learn from you.

How you find your clients, how you
track them, what you say to them.

It's not what I do anymore.

I made a new deal with the devil.

What do you mean?

I used the last 48 hours to
find redemption for my clients.

Why?

Why would you want to save this scum?

Because there's
something good inside everyone.

It's just a matter of finding it.

So this is what the devil
meant about you being special.

Escobar deserves redemption.

He sold his soul to help
others. It happens more

often than you think.
You can't be that naive.

There's good in the world as well as
evil. I want you to work with me, Sofia.

We can save Escobar together.

It's been nice to chat, but I've got
to go finish what I came here to do.

Oh, hey.

Hey. I didn't think
you'd be here until later.

Yeah, Gillian's sick. I'm taking a shift.

I'm Maya.

This is Sophia. She's from Montreal.

Yeah.

Well, it was nice to meet you.

I eat here a lot.

I know all the waitresses.

Exciting, no?

It's like a race.

On your mark, get set, go.

Look, Jerry, it's just another
corpse, all right? A routine investigation.

Why does the star think that
everything has to be news?

Nice try, Wayne, but I've
already done some checking on my own.

The deceased is Frank Saski, a.k.a.

Frankie Fingers, rumored to be
a very successful jewel thief.

So what happened? You get caught in
the act, taken out by an accomplice?

We've ruled out foul play.

How?

Because we found him holding
a knapsack full of jewels.

He was killed.

Presumably, someone
would have taken the stuff.

So how'd he die?

Who knows? Guilty conscience?

I found the man. He used
to work at Los Santos.

I know his name is Felino Escobar.

My news is that she agreed to work
for the son of a man, Hernando Peralta.

Edwin Yancey is a gentleman
He'll reach out and shake your

hand And before you can even
blink him Get out of my way.

You know, finding Escobar
isn't going to do you any good if

you haven't convinced Sophia
to ask for his redemption.

There's still some human
feelings left inside Sophia.

She'll ask.

And exactly how far are you
willing to go to find Sophia's feelings?

I bet your pesky
morality might interfere. Move!

You're missing the point, Morgan.

There are tens of thousands of
collectors out there, all like Sophia,

and there's only one you.

In the grand scheme of things, your
pitiful attempts to do good are... pointless.

Please, you've got to do something.

He's dying.

My son is dying. Help him.
My son is dying. Help him.

You've got to do
something. You've got to help him.

You've got to heal him.

Please, you've got to help him.

He's having a seizure. I can't do it.

Don't give up.

You can't stop. He'll die if you stop.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Escobar, you have to come with me.

Let me go.

I know what you are. I know you're
working with that woman. I'm not.

I'm here to help you. If you want to wait
around and ask her, she'll be here soon.

If you want to live, you'll come with me.

I can't give you much.

For one thing, I don't
think the diamond is real.

Well, then I guess Frankie
Fingers was wrong about you.

What about Frankie Fingers?

He said you were a
stand-up guy and not a cheat,

and here you are telling me
that this rock isn't real.

Why don't you say up front
you were a friend of Frankie's?

Frankie was like a son to me. Of
course I'm going to give you a good price.

You don't seem that broken up
about the death of your son.

He had a good run. That's
all any of us can expect.

In fact, it's been
almost ten years to the day

that Frankie broke his string of bad luck.

But for the last ten years, he's been
the best damn jewel thief in Vancouver.

Ten years, huh?

You think somebody killed him
for his anniversary present?

I don't know who did it, but I
won't be surprised if it was the same

guy who was in here a couple of
days ago asking about Frankie.

but I won't be surprised if
it was the same guy who was

in here a couple of days
ago asking about Frankie.

What guy?

I've never seen him before.
Good-looking guy. Early 30s, maybe.

But talked soft, real
soft. But I could smell

it on him. Smell what? He was a killer.

They smell like death.

I gave up.

I gave up on the boy.

I'll never forgive myself if he dies.

What's wrong with him?

A hemangioma.

A tumor in his liver. I could see
it, but I just couldn't grasp it.

I don't know why.
You're losing your powers.

It happens in the last 48 hours.

48 hours. That's when she found me.

A collector always makes
contact at the 48-hour mark.

The devil arranges it
that way so he can watch

the client squirm for the last two days.

I only wanted to help.

Now Durla Santos is dead and that
boy... You didn't kill Durla Santos.

Sofia did.

Because of me!

For a year now, I've been moving
from one Filipino community to another,

trading people my
services, asking them to hide me

for a few days or a week,
trying to save my skin.

I only thought of Durla
instead of myself should be alive.

Durla's fate was never in your hands.

You were already losing your powers by
the time you started operating on her.

But you have helped others.

And you've got to remember that.

That counts for something.

I saw Sofia's phone. Your time
runs out about 1.30 this morning,

which means we still have six
hours to work on your redemption.

Can you tell me what led
you to make your deal?

It was a medical doctor in Manila.

A real surgeon.

But it killed somebody
on the operating table.

Stupid mistake.

I was close to suicide over it.

But I remember these stories
my mother used to tell when I

was younger about these
psychic surgeons in the villages.

Surgeons who could cure
anybody with their hands.

I really wish I could do that.

So I'd never have to
touch another scalpel.

So I can make up for it.

I guess the devil heard my wish.

I'm sorry. I haven't slept in two
days. I haven't eaten since yesterday.

I'll get you something to eat.

Felino, come out, come
out, wherever you are.

Where is he? Where's Escobar?

Have you reconsidered my proposal?

I'm going to find my client.

And when I'm done with him, he's
going to be begging to go early.

Listen to yourself.

You had human feelings once,
but now you're just a monster.

Is this who you want to
be for all of eternity?

I used to dream of
meeting her first collector.

Now listen to you.

You've gone soft.

What was it that made you lose your edge?

Was that girl in the restaurant?

It was her, wasn't it?

That's your weakness.

Women.

First that German girl, Katrina, and
now the waitress. This isn't about me.

But it is, Morgan. You've lost your way.

You've become distracted
from your destiny by a girl.

A puny, little, mortal girl.

You're kidding yourself, Morgan.

She finds out who you are, she goes
straight to hell. You can never have her.

But you can have me.

We're like gods, Morgan.

Gods get lonely.

This is what I still feel.
This is what's human about me.

Oh, my God.

Pim, is that your real name?

I get a new one every time he moves me.

Chervie.

Mine's Chervie. I haven't
said that name aloud in...

Almost 60 years.

Morgan, I'm going to be late for
work. I thought you were coming down.

Sorry, I was delayed.

Can you come up to my
apartment for just a second?

Your friend's stealing my
apartment, and I made him a sandwich.

He knows for the best.

She's gone. We only have a few hours left.

Have you thought about your balancing bad
luck? I don't know. I don't know. Think.

Could it be someone back in Manila?

I'm sorry, I just cannot stop
thinking about that Peralta boy.

I don't even know if he's alive or dead.

He was alive when we left.

I'm sure his mother called
for an ambulance. She won't.

That's the point. None of them do anymore.

What are you talking about?

Filipinos who've heard
about my powers stop going

to the doctors and wait
for me to come to town.

That's why Durla Santos
and that boy were so sick.

Their families wouldn't take them to a
hospital for conventional treatment.

Then you're right.

We need to go see that boy before we do
anything else. But what about that woman?

The collector?

Let me worry about Sophia.

What happened in here? It's
like a bomb hit the place,

and I can't believe you
let Gabe stay up so late.

I spent all day tracking
down the story of this

dead guy, Frankie Fingers, a jewel thief.

Everyone I meet tells me that he's had a
string of good luck ten years to the day.

And three people mention
that there's this guy asking

around about Frankie a
couple of days before me,

but nobody knows his name.

So then I finally find the place
where Frankie got hit by the car,

and a woman who
witnessed the accident tells me.

When Frankie got hit, he just kept
running and running and running,

holding that big bag of jewelry
like his life depended on it.

And right there in the street
where he got hit... I found this.

Morgan Pym.

What are you gonna do?
I'm gonna put Gabe to bed.

Gabe?

No!

You did bring your son, right?

He's in the car. He's been asleep
since you left my house last night.

He's dying, I'm sure of it.

You've got to try again.

This is Peralta.
Felina will help your son.

But he isn't going to
do a psychic surgery.

He's going to operate
in the conventional way.

What?

No, I can't. The boy has a
tumor in his liver, right?

All it's required is a simple resection.

Foligno is a medical doctor.

He can cut out that section of the liver
in a few hours in a bloodless surgery,

and the liver will regenerate to its
normal size in less than two months.

Is this true?

But in return for this operation...

You have to agree to
spread the word to others

that Felina was no
longer a psychic surgeon.

You have to tell them to seek
conventional medical care for their families.

I'll go get my son.

I know.

A shotgun wound in the chest.

I have some experience with
those, and they're usually fatal.

You were wrong to blame yourself
when you didn't save that man.

I appreciate that you have faith in me.

You're the only one who does.

No, I'm not.

I got you the operating room for two
hours. It's all the time you've got.

Use it.

I'm sorry we're late for the party.

I guess our invitations
must have got lost in

the mail. I knew you
didn't need one. Bravo.

I'm getting Escobar to
overcome his fears, but

it won't save his soul.
This isn't up to you.

It's up to Sofia.

You're wasting your time, Morgan.

And you always have been.

You're not going to win your
little bet with the devil.

All you have to do is ask for Escobar
to go free if the operation succeeds.

I don't care about Escobar.

I don't care about any of them.

There was a time when you did care.

Sophia Gervais.

French government archives say both
your parents were Nazi collaborators.

That's a lie.

My parents worked for the underground.

When the Nazis came to our village,

they were going to kill my
parents for helping the resistance.

I sold my soul to help them.

And you did it by turning
them into collaborators.

The simplest way is always the best.

When the war was over, our friends
in the village lynched my parents.

And I still had eight
years left on my deal.

You asked me to save your
parents from the Nazis, Sophia.

When he came back to
collect, I was waiting for him.

And you fought back, like I did. I do
like the feisty ones. For centuries,

I hated myself for making a deal.

I took it out on them.

The ones he sent me to collect.

But it isn't their fault.

They deserve a chance at
redemption. We all do.

You'll be fine.

Check your phone.

A deal is a deal, Sophia.

You can ask to save him if you want to.

Oh, but just one little thing.

I didn't agree to give you
exactly the same deal as Morgan.

If you let Escobar
off, you take his place.

Rules are rules, dear boy.

You never mentioned he was cute.

I can't believe Gabe knew
how to use this shredder.

All my files on Morgan
Pym are gone for good.

Why did he do it?

Come on, sis. You talk about the guy
all the time, right in front of him.

But Gabe couldn't possibly know the
kind of stuff that Pym was involved in.

This isn't about Morgan Pym.

This is about Gabe.

He wants your time, your attention.

He wants you back. It's late, I better go.

Yeah.

It's Sofia.

I've got a flight back to Montreal
tonight, so I wanted to give you a call.

Look, I'm sorry if you
feel like I let you down.

Anyway, I just wanted
to go and say goodbye.