All language subtitles for A.Discovery.of.Witches.S02E04.1

A rowan tree...
A crossing between worlds.

I'm a demon, but I was
born of witches.

If our baby is a witch
born of demons,

she'll be everything the congregation
fears and wants to destroy.

Has anyone in this chamber
heard of the Knights of Lazarus?

They were established by Philippe
de Clermont and his sons.

The brotherhood is philanthropic.

We protect those who
can't protect themselves.

Grand Master of the Knights
of Lazarus? I can't do this.

-I don't want to.
-Philippe, let me promise you

that the Brotherhood would
never be run by Baldwin.

And I'm asking you
to do that.

It looked like an uncontrolled feeding.

I haven't seen anything
like that in centuries.

And we do all
know the rumors

about the de Clermont's
infected bloodline.

You need to have
more than suspicions.

You need to be sure.

This page is connected to Diana.
They must have answers for us.

That book started
this whole nightmare.

I'm tolerating them under my roof
and affording them my protection.

Matthew would want you
to make them feel at home.

My father commands me
to return to Centaur.

You're the bravest boy I know.

You'll look after them
until we get back.

Sir.

Yeah.
It's happened again.

I never knew that.

Just around the corner, apparently.
In broad daylight.

Really?
That's terrible.

-Good morning.
-Hi, how can I help?

I am interested in
one of your lots.

I'm afraid our managers are fully
booked until 11:00.

No, no. It's all right.
I'll take him through.

Phoebe Taylor.

Marcus Whitmore.

Cold hands, sorry.

My office is this way.

-What's on the headphones?
-Podcast on radiocarbon dating.

Cool.

New Order.

Never heard of them.

Which lot are you
interested in?

42.

The answer to life,
the universe and everything.

-Douglas Adams.
-I love those books.

Right. Let's see, lot 42.

Right. What would
you like to know?

I would like to buy it.

Our auction lots aren't
available for advance purchase.

Well, the auction estimate
is £80,000.

So, do you think 200
grand might do it?

That's well in excess
of our evaluation.

My grandmother has really
set her heart on these.

I'm afraid that you'll have
to bid for it this afternoon.

Look, if it was up to me, for 200,

I'd let you take it.

Why aren't you
in charge here?

You should definitely
be in charge here.

Well, I'm working on it.

Would you like to see it?

Lot 42.

That's the one.

Martha's nut loaf is incredible.
Seriously, she's a keeper.

You need to see this.

As Grand Master of
the Knights of Lazarus,

Marcus had Nathaniel
monitor the internet

for any evidence of Matthew
and Diana in the past.

He found these at an
auction house in Oxford.

Painted in the late
16th century.

It's them.
They made it.

Marcus is purchasing
the portraits this afternoon.

Any further bids for this pair
of Elizabethan miniatures?

And it's against you, madam.

And it's there,
at 94,000.

Last call at 94,000. Sold.

You just saved your
grandmother a fortune.

Hope she appreciates it.

They say I can't collect
them till tomorrow.

You couldn't pull a few
strings, could you?

I can pay cash.

I'm sorry. We don't accept cash.

The items have to return to the
vaults until your payment clears.

I was heading
to France tonight.

But I suppose
I'll have to delay.

Whatever will I do
with my free evening?

I don't know.

Maybe stream some more
old man dance music.

You Googled New Order?

Nice doing business.

Hi.

One of the Madison
Coven finally cracked.

She confirmed that there were demons
and vampires at the Bishop house.

With Matthew and the witches.

Before Matthew
disappeared into time,

he formed his own cabal.

Three different species
working together in secret.

Another de Clermont conspiracy.
What the hell is he up to?

Whatever it is, it involves
the Book of Life.

Matthew and Diana
are so far ahead of us.

We need to pool our resources
if we're going to stop him.

Some of this information dates
back to the 13th century.

It's everything I know.

about the Book of Life.

Baldwin owes me a debt.

If your whereabouts become
known, he'll let us know.

Don't worry. Once the baby's born,
we promise we'll be out of your hair.

It's been great having you here.
You can stay as long as you like.

You're safer here with
Marcus than back in Chepstow.

If the baby does
turn out to be a witch,

you're gonna need protection
from the congregation.

Screw the congregation.

Aren't we breaking the covenant
already by living with a vampire?

Demons giving birth to
witches would be unheard of.

Sophie's birth may
have gone unnoticed,

but the granddaughter of a
congregation member will not.

They'll take her from you.

Or worse. Especially Knox
and the other conservatives.

-Marcus?
-Yep. Coming.

Your DNA should help us determine the
levels of witch and demon in your blood.

Her DNA might even help us understand
why creature genetics are changing.

You can have whatever you need.

-Thanks.
-Hey.

-Hey. Can you take a look at this?
-Yeah.

Is everything all right?

Yeah. I just need him
to check something.

Fetal arrhythmia.

There's just a slight abnormality
with the baby's heart rate.

She's just a little slow.

It's a temporary thing, and in most
cases, resolved pretty quickly.

-Okay.
-We can't risk a home birth.

Miriam's right.
She's gonna be fine. Don't worry,

but you two should probably start
thinking about having her in a hospital.

But we planned to be here,
for you to do it.

To avoid attention.

I'll find you the best in
the business. I promise.

It's just better to be
somewhere with specialist care.

Sorry, but the plan
needs to change.

I hear you, but the congregation
have spies everywhere.

It's a risk worth taking.

Is this another one?

Yes.
There was an attack this morning.

The body's been eviscerated,
just like the others.

Any idea who's responsible?

Nothing to implicate
the de Clermonts yet.

I don't recognize the scent,
but I was right about the wounds.

-Blood-rage is back.
-Track the scent. Find the killer.

There has to be a link.

-Security!
-Stop right there!

Why wasn't
the alarm tripped?

The power's
been disabled.

Alarms, CCTV, everything.

Joe Evans was on duty,
but we can't get hold of him.

Our vault door was ripped open.

Were any other lots stolen?

We're doing an inventory, but at
first glance, I don't think so.

Obviously, your deposit
will be refunded.

Do the police have a suspect?

Our security guard
has vanished.

That's all I know.

I'm really sorry.

I should really call
my grandmother.

It's Peter Knox.
Someone who works for him.

Do you have any contacts
in the Oxford covens?

We'll have to ask around.

Be a lot easier if we
could just go there.

-I know.
-You can't leave the chateau.

We're grown women.
We can look after ourselves.

I promised to keep you safe.
So that's what I'm doing.

Who is it?

Gerbert wants to meet.

Maybe he has a hold
of the miniatures.

He could have eyes
on the chateau already.

From now on,
you need to stay inside.

Might as well be prisoners,
confined to ourselves.

Stay here much longer,
I might hurl myself out of a tower.

You could find out
what's inside that book

and why it's connected to Diana.

We'll be doing something productive.

How do we do that exactly?
We only have one page.

We need to connect
with someone who did.

We know Stephen did.
Maybe Rebecca did, too.

If you're proposing to summon
the dead, forget about it.

Don't you wanna help Diana?

Do you remember what happened the
last time you got into higher magic?

I'm much more
experienced now.

Just a little out of practice.

My God.

You've already tried.
I mean, just a tiny experiment.

I just want to see if I
could connect with something.

Emily, you can't
do this to me.

Listen, when Diana returns,
she'll have come into her magic.

She'll be able to call up
the book herself.

You don't know that.

Swear to me you
won't do it again.

I knew you were
gonna react this way.

-Swear to me!
-Okay! Okay.

Look, honey.
All right. Mwah!

Whatever you want.

I just want you to be safe.

Did you break the news
to your grandmother?

So, is there anything else
I can help you with?

You could come to dinner.

I don't even know you.

Come on.
I don't bite.

- Thank you.
- Thanks.

I did a lot of research on
those portraits,

but could never pin
their exact origin down.

Well, we think that

they belonged to our
family a long time ago.

-The Whitmores?
-De Clermonts.

My grandmother's French, but I'm
actually originally American.

A revolutionary.

Seeing Hamilton a couple of times
doesn't make you a revolutionary.

- What about six times?
- Wow.

-You must really love musical theater.
-Yeah.

I just love history.

Even if they do get it
wrong sometimes.

Well, getting it right
is what I do for a living.

I'm usually alone at weekends,
cataloging artwork.

My friends think I'm weird.

I like weird.

I'm sorry. I promised my grandmother

that I would give her
a call before we ate.

-Do you mind?
-No, no, I'll just... talk to my gin.

Yeah, I'll be quick.

Wherever there's trouble,
there's a de Clermont.

What were you doing
at the auction house?

I'll ask you
the same question.

Okay. First off,
you're not really my type.

And, secondly, you could
really do with a breath mint.

You have no idea what's
happening in this city, do you?

-So, tell me.
-A vampire's murdering warm bloods.

Yesterday morning,
a man was killed on his way to work.

Then, last night, a guard of the
auction house was ripped to shreds.

I caught the killer's scent, tracked it
inside. I found the guard in the vaults.

I had to clean up the mess
before the police found out.

- Did you take anything?
- Sure.

I was up to a few Rembrandts.
This is serious, Marcus.

Whoever's doing this
is infected with blood rage.

My grandfather eliminated
blood rage centuries ago.

Apparently not.

If this keeps happening,
we'll be exposed to the humans.

You know what that means?

You hear anything,
you see anything, come find me.

Make sure your date doesn't
start asking questions

about the missing guard.

-What's up? I'm off-duty.
-I need you to find out

if anything was stolen from
the auction house last night.

You better catch up.

-Yeah.
-How was she?

She's still pretty upset.

I'm not supposed to say, but the
police, they think it's an inside job.

They're still looking
for our security guard, Joe.

I just can't imagine him stealing.

Also, why take two miniature portraits

when there are works of art
worth millions?

-We should probably order.
-None of this makes sense.

There must be more to this.

Did your grandmother
know who the sitters were?

Were the portraits undervalued?
Is that why she was so set on them?

We should probably just let
the police do their job.

There's nothing we
can do about it now.

So, is hot and cold
your thing, is it?

I'm sorry.

The conversation with my grandmother
just really wound me up.

It's not you, honestly.

I can't believe you
don't like 80s music.

Some of the best music ever
was made in the 80s.

You know, I could see you
in a Duran Duran video.

-Yeah?
-Yeah, you've got the hair for it.

The fact that you're owning
your terrible taste in music

is kind of attractive.

Kind of?

But I feel like you're
holding out on me.

You don't like talking
about yourself, do you?

My life is
pretty complicated.

I'm not usually
this forward...

Good night.

Bye.

Have you decided where you're
gonna have the baby yet?

Yeah. We're gonna
go with your hospital.

It's the safest option.

The obstetrician works out there
anyway, so it makes sense.

I mean, she thinks
the baby's fine.

What kind of world
are we bringing her into?

I mean, how could she
even stand a chance?

If she is a witch,
she'll represent everything

the congregation stands against.

She'll be in danger.

She's got you two for parents.

And the Knights of Lazarus
to protect her.

And, who knows,
maybe others like her

-I'm serious.
-Mate, I don't wanna be down

on your whole Grand Master
thing, but come on.

The Knights protect those
who can't protect themselves.

Yeah, but there's loads of bad
stuff going on in the world.

Wars, famine, refugees.
I don't see the Knights.

I mean, what are they
doing, bake sales?

-I know what they're capable of.
-Maybe hundreds of years ago.

But now...

they need a rebrand, mate.

And you have got
your work cut out for you.

Night.

-Hi.
-You know you're a mystery,

and I hate mysteries.

For you.

So, full disclosure,

I may have looked you up online,
and you're invisible.

I mean, who in this day and age
has zero social media presence?

-Is Whitmore even your real name?
-Yes.

Are you really a doctor?

A&E.

How do you afford
a place like this?

Family money.

You got like that when we
talked about the robbery.

-Like what?
-Like you're hiding something.

I'm not.

Have you got
a secret identity or something?

Are you a superhero?

Yeah. You got me.

My latex suit is hanging
upstairs in the wardrobe.

Hot.

And now you're
tying to distract me.

I'm not. I'm just trying to get...

Curious that
we're meeting outside.

What do you want, Gerbert?

I hear whispers that you're
harboring Diana Bishop's aunts.

-I'm assuming it's lies, of course.
-Of course.

You do realize
they broke the covenant,

inviting demons and
vampires into their house,

fraternizing with other species.

It's no concern of mine.
I've never met them.

I was worried that
your love for Matthew

might have blinded you.

What would you know of love?

Philippe devoted his life

to the de Clermonts
and the vampire species.

Always ensuring that
the interests of one

served the other.

Thanks to your son's
choice of mate,

these interests are now
in direct conflict.

I know he and his witch
are hiding somewhere in time,

but what are they planning?

You traveled 800 miles
from Venice to ask me that?

Next time, send an email.

Humans are
being murdered in Oxford

by a vampire.

A vampire infected
with blood rage.

And what do you
expect me to do about it?

There were always rumors
about your bloodline.

Side with me

and I'll steer any investigation

away from your family.

We have nothing
to do with this.

Time will tell, Ysabeau.

This space
is safe and sacred.

This path
is closed to evil.

Rebecca?

I can't hear you.

- Emily.
- My God! It's working.

Rebecca.

Rebecca.

Don't go.

No! No!.

Hi. Who are you?

Phoebe.

I'm with Marcus.

- Right. I'm Sophie.
- Hi.

That's not... Marcus's, is it?

God, no.

-Phoebe?
-I'll just... leave you to it.

I deal with con artists
all the time, Marcus,

so I know when someone's
hiding something.

There are photos

from, like, 20 years ago
going back to the 1800s.

How do all of your relations
look exactly the same?

Marcus, there's
a bag of blood in your fridge.

-Are you ill or something?
-No.

No. So it's there because, what?

You know, I...
I really like you, Marcus,

and I have never
liked anyone, but...

nothing in your life
makes sense.

Yeah. Okay. Yeah.

Phoebe, wait.

Could we take a walk?

I don't really
know where to start.

Whatever it is,
just tell me.

Can't be that bad.

I'm a vampire.

Come on, Marcus.

Phoebe, seriously.

I'm hundreds of years old.

You catalog history.

I've lived it.

I know it sounds crazy.

Humans share this planet
with other creatures.

With vampires,
witches and demons

who hide in plain sight
and they're all around you.

Creatures like me.

So, you're not
a superhero, just...

an actual vampire

It's funny 'cause I didn't see
a coffin in your apartment.

Everything you think
you know about us

is human propaganda
based on half-truths

passed down and distorted
through millennia.

But we're real
and we're everywhere.

You seriously believe this.

I swear
I'm telling the truth.

Then I feel sorry for you.
I think you need help.

-No. Please listen.
-No. Seriously.

We had a nice night.
Don't spoil it.

Goodbye, Marcus.

Would it kill you to answer
your phone once in a while?

I've been busy.

So was someone else.

Do you know
anything about this?

It's all over the internet.

Only that Domenico
has been sniffing around.

Must be working
with Gerbert.

What are you
doing here, Baldwin?

Ysabeau wants me to speak
to Miriam about the murders.

I could have done that.
Why didn't she ask me?

Maybe she thought you had
enough on your plate.

You can ask her yourself.
She wants to see you.

I know Matthew's
made you Grand Master.

Sounds like
your worst nightmare.

All that responsibility
and pressure.

Let me do you a favor
and take it off your hands.

So, that's why
you've come here.

These are dangerous times.

The congregation
wanted my head, Marcus.

Gerbert is frothing at the
prospect of unseating us.

Our future is hanging
in the balance.

The Knights may be
needed at any moment,

and they need an experienced,
committed leader.

Matthew didn't give me a choice.
It is what it is.

I am Philippe's
only surviving blood son.

I should be Grand Master.

-Matthew's using you to get to me.
-You're wrong.

He trusts me
to make a difference.

He's been lying to you
your whole life.

What's that
supposed to mean?

Marcus...

You don't want
to be saddled with this.

Just turn the Knights
over to me,

and you can go on living
your life among the humans.

They're the people
you really care about.

Wouldn't be an abdication. You'd
simply be doing the right thing.

Step out of Matthew's shadow.

He doesn't deserve your loyalty.

The latest murder
is all over the Internet.

It's a fucking hashtag.

It's just tabloid hysteria.

They don't suspect
an actual vampire.

-Do you have any leads yet?
-No.

You'd better not
be holding out on me.

Why would you reveal your
true self to a human?

I had to.
I wanted to.

Well, now you'll
have to kill her.

She won't tell anyone.
She thinks I'm a head case.

Saved by her
lack of imagination.

Nevertheless,
Matthew appointed you

Grand Master of the Knights
to protect our family's position.

-Not undermine it.
-I didn't ask for any of this.

A Grand Master
can't be reckless.

You need to understand
your new responsibilities.

There are artifacts
and papers here

dating back to the
formation of the Knights,

nearly 900 years ago.

The Knights did
some amazing things,

a long time ago.

What's their relevance today?
What are they doing right now?

You're Grand Master.
That's for you to decide.

If I'm in charge,
I want to shake things up.

Use the Knights
to make a real difference.

We should be looking forward,
not backwards.

Don't tear down
the establishment

without finding out how it was built
or understanding its principles.

Baldwin wants
the Knights so badly.

He always has.

He needs to feel
close to his father.

Why did you
send him to Oxford?

I had no choice.
Events are in motion

that threaten
the future of our family.

The murders?

What have they
got to do with us?

Philippe formed the
congregation and the Knights

to ensure the survival
of our species,

but also...

to protect me.

The disease is in my bloodline.

-No.
-I'm asymptomatic,

but others weren't
so fortunate.

That means that Matthew...

Matthew is fully afflicted.

But he sired me.

You and I are carriers.

The disease lives
in our blood.

That's why the children
you sired were culled.

But Matthew said
I was siring irresponsibly.

You'd passed on the disease.

He was under orders from Philippe
to wipe it out.

Baldwin knew.

You all knew
and you kept it from me.

It was Matthew's decision.

-He chose to protect you from the truth.
-Protect me?

Now you understand?

Gerbert is waiting
for any opportunity

to take our family down.

If we're linked to the murders,
if our secret is uncovered,

the congregation
will come for us.

They'll kill you,
me, Matthew,

every one of us.

It will be the end
of the de Clermonts.

Am I better company
than my brother?

Do not try
and greet Philippe.

I'm sure your spies have told you
everything elseyou need to know.

You should have told me yourself
about your witch.

Get out!

No.