All language subtitles for Raised.10

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You've tested me.

You know that I am not wicked,

that I... am your one true servant.

You chose me.

Vindicate your king!

Show me the way!

Thank you, Sol.

I'm coming, Paul.

Your king is coming.

Your king is coming.

Mother.

We're getting close.

Should have a visual soon.

Looks like a bad place to have a baby.

Do we have to go there?

Don't worry.

We won't be here for long.

As soon as the delivery is complete,

we can start for the tropical zone.

What is it?

Picking up some movement.

What kind of movement?

Creatures.

Look at that. It's infested.

- We can't land here.
- I concur.

It's gonna be all right.

It is Sol's baby.

We're on a holy mission.
Nothing can hurt us.

He's right.

But I do think we should
land somewhere else, Pops.

The baby is moving.

Wait.

Looks like they're scared of the lander.

Land near the pit.

It'll keep us from freezing.

Prepare for landing.

All right, you can come out.

Are you sure this is the place?

Yes.

This is the place.

I don't want to set up
too close to the edge.

Grab your stuff. We're moving.

Thank you.

Stay close.

This will do.

It's not going to hurt you, is it?

The birth, I mean.

I'll be fine.

You don't have to worry about
those creatures coming back.

I've gotten quite good with my sling.

You have to let me show you.

I throw a rock with great
velocity, as Father says.

Soon.

But I must spend this time recharging.

Okay.

Is it going to have powers like yours?

Do you think it will be able to fly?

It's possible, yes.

Hey.

Hey. Can you give us a second?

Want to run some tests on the baby.

Sure.

Campion isn't happy.

He's probably feeling insecure.

It's pretty common when a new
baby comes into the picture.

The other kid gets jealous
of all the attention.

He'll get over it.

And Father?

Uh, well, I don't know about androids,

but humans get, uh, jealous sometimes,

and it can cloud their better judgment.

Jealous?

Of my baby?

No, jealous he didn't help make it.

I just want to test your amniotic fluid.

It should help us determine
how close you are.

- You're warm.
- Yes.

My internal temperature has risen
considerably in the last 24 hours.

It's still gestating.

It's getting close, though.

Holy shit.

Cellular growth is off the charts.

This is gonna be one badass baby.

I want to do a test every
couple of hours, okay?

I think Paul is right.

Mother's pregnancy...
it has to be divine.

It's all true.

I saw a temple with pentagonal sides,

just like in the prophecy.

Are you serious?

Yeah.

I should have died when that guy
forced my arm into the hole,

but I didn't because Sol saved me.

You're full of shit.

No, it was a miracle.

You see?

Sol saved us, too.

Check it out.

It's Romulus's tooth.

It survived the crash.

We saved ourselves, Holly.

It wasn't that stupid tooth.

Do you really think
Mother's baby is divine?

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

Sol probably wants us to
bear witness to its birth

so we can write about it
in the new scriptures.

You guys have lost your damn minds.

No, he's right.

Maybe Mother took us
from the ark for a reason.

Maybe Sol has been working
through her all along.

Go on.

Stretch your legs.

Do some pooping.

Hey.

Hey, where'd you... where'd you go?

Mouse?

Hey.

Hey, get out of there.

Come on, get out of there. Hey.

Mom?

You're mad at me, aren't you?

For hitting you with the sling.

Quite the opposite.

I was worried that your
outsized sense of empathy

would be detrimental to
your ability to survive.

But look at you.

You've become something
of a warrior, haven't you?

So have you, Father.

Come to dinner.

Go on.

There's one here.

I've got it.

Come to dinner, Father.

I need to ensure that
we have enough bio-fuel

for the next leg of our journey.

Are you jealous of me?

I would like to know more.

About what?

Exactly how this pregnancy came to be.

I was reticent to ask at first,

as I found the subject...

oddly disturbing.

I even tried deleting the thoughts

eliciting from my working memory,

but for reasons I can't comprehend,

the... thoughts keep returning.

All right, then, I will tell you.

Very well.

I think I mentioned I found a
functioning hibernation pod

amongst the ark debris in the forest.

Yes. You accused me of
following you there.

Yes.

I was mistaken.

I was direct-interfacing,

using it to inhabit my own memory files.

You should have told me
what you were doing.

I would have liked to
have done the same.

I do enjoy reviewing the memories
we've both recorded together.

Yes.

I found some very old ones
regarding our creator.

Our creator?

But we have no memory
archive of that time.

He didn't archive them for you, Father.

Only for me.

And when I accessed them,
I triggered something,

some kind of hidden program
that allowed me to...

interact with our creator...

in the now.

What sort of interaction?

We communed in a virtual space.

And while we did, information
was downloaded into my drives.

Instructions for how to
build a new kind of being.

It was as if my sensors
began to multiply,

and my programming
seemed almost infinite.

You mated.

Yes.

Yes, Father. It was
extraordinarily pleasant.

I wish you could have...

What's wrong, Father?

I haven't even told you
the upsetting part yet.

I disagree, Mother.

The idea of you mating with someone

makes me feel oddly displaced.

I see.

Well, what are you waiting for?

If there is indeed
something more upsetting

that you need to share,
please do so now.

It is regarding our mission.

It is something that I've had a
great deal of trouble processing.

Our creator told me

that Campion and the rest of gen-1s

were only practice.

- I-I don't understand.
- The mission, Father.

He told me that raising them

was only to prepare us for this.

This child...

growing inside me...

... is the mission.

W-What I have come to realize, Mother,

is that our mission is
for us to determine.

No one else.

That is a childish thing to say.

We taught them to believe
in themselves, not a God!

That terminology is not amusing, Father!

Well, it seems my ability

to amuse you has waned over the years.

Like your propensity
for human melodrama,

which has increased exponentially.

Well, I won't let you down
on that front, Mother,

as I do believe I've had enough.

I see now that my well-being
is of no concern to you.

Perhaps it never was.

Where is he going, Mother?

Hmm.

Father! Father!

Where are you going?

I'm afraid I've reached
a point of intolerance

with Mother, Campion.

What are you talking about?

You can't leave!

Father!

Father!

Where's the lander?

I need to find my kingdom.

Answer me.

Or do you want to die?

Yeah, I do.

Anything is better than this.

He never saved me.

He just wanted me to suffer
because I crossed you!

You are his one true servant!

Will you look after Mouse for me?

Where are you going?

I can't tell you that.

It's a surprise for Mother's baby.

It's all right. He's not evil. Promise.

You and your surprises.

One word out of you,

and you're going into the pit.

So, the equation as it stands is this.

I can't take care of the children

without being around Mother,

but being around Mother now
causes me to feel angry,

which makes me incapable of
taking care of the children.

So... what is the answer?

Yes.

That is the only solution.

Hey.

Why do you have Mouse?

Where's Paul?

Paul asked me to watch it.

Do you know where he is?

Something about a surprise
for Mother's baby.

He was right.

About what?

It's not evil.

Glad to hear it. Paul!

Paul?

Paul! Paul!

Paul.

What are you doing?

- Nothing.
- What were you doing?

- Nothing.
- What were you doing in there?

- Huh?
- Nothing.

What's in your bag?

I know it's not Mouse. Let me see.

You pull this out of the lander?

You were gonna throw this in the pit.

You know we can't fly without
this. We'd be screwed.

What the hell is the matter with you?!

Going to the tropical
zone is a bad idea.

It's not safe for the baby.

Really? What do you know
what is safe for the baby?

We have to stay on this
side of the planet.

Where is this coming from?

Huh?

Who have you been talking to?

Sol told me.

What?

At first, I thought it was Mouse.

But it's Sol. I can hear him.

You can hear him?

Not in my ears.

In my head.

And then he brought Mouse back to me

to show me how much he loved me.

He told me so.

Hey, what's the matter?

Don't cry.

No, you know what this is?

You overheard your father and I

talking about the voice he
was hearing, didn't you?

That's where this is coming from.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You need to listen to me, all right?

There is no Sol. He doesn't exist.

What?

You told me when I was little...

- You told me he was real.
- I know.

I used to believe, too. I did. I...

I just don't anymore.

Your father, he didn't hear Sol's voice.

He... He went insane.
Do you understand me?

He was sick inside.

But you're not like him.

You're nothing like him.

Your mind is strong,
and you can do anything.

But it is you, all right?

It's not Sol. It's you.

- Sorry.
- It's okay.

What am I to do with this child?

What is its purpose?

Can't you make me understand?

You've done improbable,

perhaps impossible, things before.

Why not now?

Mother!

Don't worry, Father.

He's dead.

Perhaps the creatures are evolving,

like the humans did on Earth.

But then why haven't we
found more like this one?

And why did it try to kill me?

What is it?

It's a Neanderthal skull.

Extinct human variant.

Displaced by Homo sapiens on Earth

at least 40,000 years ago.

Maybe the Mithraic brought it with them.

One of their relics.

It's not from Earth.

Carbon composition is definitely local.

But if humans existed here,
where have they all gone?

They're not evolving.

They're devolving.

This planet has a history, Mother.

A history I fear we are
dangerously ignorant of.

You should have this
baby somewhere else,

somewhere of your own choosing.

There's something wrong with this place.

No.

I felt it since we arrived.

I feel stronger here.

Will you promise not
to tell the children

about our discovery?

Given what they've been eating,

I have a feeling this
might cause them some...

- ... distress.
- Yes, Mother,

and it will be an easy promise to keep,

as I plan on having Hunter

erase my memory files in the morning.

Why?

After what you relayed to me,

I cannot be in your presence

without experiencing a great
deal of what I can only describe

as human anger.

An emotion I know you have
some familiarity with.

Yes.

But by deleting all memories
of our time together,

I can start anew, Mother.

I will retain my behavioral model,

but I feel confident
I won't, as you say,

"mimic human love for
you" a second time,

as I don't believe this version of you

will inspire the same feelings the
version I met 12 years ago did.

You will lose your memories of Campion.

We can make new ones.

All the jokes you've
generated will be lost.

Incorrect, Mother.

They will live on in your memory.

That is, unless you haven't
purposely deleted them.

I am not your enemy.

Do you hear that?

Hear what?

Someone...

Are you all right?

Is it the baby?

No.

I think my auditory sensors
are just too keyed up.

Mother?

Mother?

Shit. Shit!

Mother! Mother!

Oh, shit!

Quick! Get up! Get up!
Everyone, get up! Come on!

We have to go find Mother.
Quickly. Come on, get up.

Get up! Up, up.

- Liar!
- Hey, hey, hey!

- Relax, Paul.
- Don't.

I know what you really are.

Paul, what are you doing? Put it down.

You're not my mom.

I am your mom.

I need you to take a second.

Just listen to me. Just stop, please.

She and that man

killed my real mother and father,

took their faces.

Sol told me that!

You're a demon.

An atheist demon!

Well, aren't you?

Tell them.

I said tell them!

I'm sorry, Paul.

You're not sorry. You're evil.

And now she wants to harm Mother's baby.

She wants to stop the miracle.

Don't you, Mary?

Tell them.

I'm trying to save it, I swear.

You're lying. I know you're lying.

Sol...

... guide my hand.

Uhh!

Paul! Paul! I'll get him.
I'll get him. I'll get him.

Come back! Come back! Come back!

Breathe, okay? It's gonna be okay.

Find Mother.

Tell her the baby has to come
out now or it's gonna die.

- Go!
- Let's go! Let's go!

Whooah!

Aaaah!

No.

No.

Aaaaah!

Where is my baby?! You said it... Aaah!

Ugh!

Aah!

Mm.

Mother!

Mother!

Mother.

The baby needs to be born now.

Mother?!

Mother!

Mother, where are you?

No, Campion!

Stay away.

It's me, Mother.

- Is it all right?
- No.

- Let me see it.
- No.

It wasn't our creator.

Something else put this inside me.

I am so sorry, Father.

As long as it's suckling, we're safe.

But it grows,

and I fear that once it has
drained me from my milk,

it will want blood.

We'll throw it in the pit.

We can't.

It flies.

But I can make it fall

and make sure it doesn't
come back in the lander.

And I will never be anything
but a creator of death.

I will kill it.

You're too weak to pilot.

- I can manage.
- No, we can't risk failing.

I will assist you.

It's a chance to be useful, Mother.

It would make me happy.

Mother!

No! Mother!

No!! Mother?

Aaaah!

Aaaah!

Unh! Ugh!

Mother!

Campion!

Tempest!

Aah!

Campion and the others
will be all right without us.

Yes.

They will help one another.

Campion will lead them.

He was always destined for it.

Yes.

- Goodbye, Father.
- Goodbye.

Paulie.

Can't be.

Get on your knees.

Aah!

Aah!

Hello?

Who is this?

The king of this world.

You're impure.

Sol doesn't want you here.

Heed my warning,

or you will suffer his judgment.

We know your ark crashed.

You're not exactly in a
position to be making threats.

Bye, now.

Pray with me.

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