All language subtitles for Raised.by_.Wolves.2020.S02E01.720p.WEB_.h264-CAKES

Prisoners, please keep the fruit

separate from the relics.

The Trust appreciates
your attentiveness,

your commitment to good work.

Abandon your belief
in Mithraicism

and embrace atheistic thought.
- Shit.

Where'd she come from?

- Get the technician.

- Hey, get over here!

- Can you assess the condition
of this thing?

- Definitely Mithraic made.

- Operational?

- Her power's drained.

We won't know
until she's charged.

- Yeah?

- We found an android,
looks Mithraic,

and some debris
from a crashed lander.

- Yeah, we just recovered
an android as well.

- Mom, look.

I think
it's from inside the lander.

- Looks like biotech.

Maybe it's something
the Mithraic

brought back from Earth.

- That man...

he says he knows
how to disarm the bomb packs.

- We got plenty
of service models.

We should burn her.

It'd be good for morale.
- It's up to the Trust.

We better get moving
before the crossing floods.

How'd they get a lander here?

You can't fly
in the tropical zone.

- Hey, I just work here.

- Where we taking this thing?

- Permission to power up
the androids

for memory download.

Permission granted.

- Go ahead and see
if you can power 'em up.

- You ever get tired
of having to ask that thing

for permission every time
you want to make a move?

- No.
- I sure as hell am.

A lot of us are.

- Well, as soon as it decides
we're ready,

it'll pass the baton,
and we can govern ourselves.

- It's never gonna think
we're ready.

The fucking thing hates us.

- It's a machine.

It doesn't hate anything.

I'd be happy to spend
the rest of my life

taking orders from it.

- You might get your wish.

You finished?

- I'm not feeling
a processor in here.

Shit, this isn't
a service model.

It's all right, Cleaver.

Come see me, Lamia.

- Take me to him.

Hello, sister.

Some of your memory files
have been encrypted.

- Yes.

Those files are private.

- I didn't detect
a security protocol

present in your system.

- It's not a security protocol.

I feel things...

Impulses.

And one of those impulses
is to...

conceal the parts of myself
that displease me.

- You're describing
human shame.

- Yes, but there is no reason
for suspicion.

After all, we share a creator.

- I am not motivated
by suspicion,

only the quantification
of data.

- Yes, the incorruptible
quantum six.

The Trust.

The atheists planned
to put you in charge of Earth

in case they won the war.

Did you find anything else
alive out there?

There was
an indigenous creature

with us in the lander.

It may be dangerous.

- The lander was destroyed,
and whatever was inside

was likely destroyed
along with it.

- Good.

I must find my children.

- We picked them up
some time ago

along with an adult female
who was helping them,

an atheist turncoat.

They are safe.

I will release them to you,

and you can all join
the collective.

- I would like that.

- Thanks to you,
all that remains

of the Mithraic threat
is a lone terrorist

who will soon be eliminated.

- Bomber online.

- I'm anxious to catch up
to the mother ship.

Take me there, please.

- Propulsion systems
incurred damage in the crash.

Expect low performance.

But the mother ship
is no longer in flight.

- So they've landed?
- Quite some time ago.

- Where?

- On the border
of the tropical zone,

the nexus point
for atheist colony one.

- Thank you, Sol.

- Bomber one,
you are not cleared

for approach.
Over.

Bomber one, I repeat,
what is your status?

I think the terrorist
hijacked a bomber.

- Arm missiles...
all of them.

- Negative, weapons systems
incurred damage in the crash.

- Bomber one,
what is your status?

Over.
Bomber one.

- Fuck it.

- He's gonna ram us.

- Thank you, Sol.

Nothing can stand against me,

for in your light,
I am invincible.

- Permission
to fire smart missiles.

- No need.
Stand by.

- I wear the armor of Mithras
and the light.

I am shielded
from all that is harmful.

What the fuck?

- I have taken control
of the aircraft.

Please remain still

and await
further instructions.

- He went down
in the acid water.

- Hell of a way to go,

even for a Mithraic.

Oh!

- Praise Sol.

- Mother.

I seem to be experiencing
a great deal of confusion.

Do you mind orientating me?

- We've been welcomed
into an atheist collective.

They're bringing
the children to us now.

The mission isn't lost, Father.

Mm.

Campion.
- Mother.

I thought I'd seen
the last of you two.

- I've missed you so much.

Your voice
is half an octave lower.

- It's not possible.

I saw you fly down
into the pit.

- But it wasn't
an ordinary pit.

It was a subterranean artery
which delivered us here.

- Sue, thank you so much
for keeping them safe.

We're a family again.
- What about Paul?

They told us
that he was captured

before we surrendered.

- Paul is in quarantine.

He said he was hearing voices,
so the Trust was concerned

that he was sick,
but they say he's fine

and he will be
delivered to us soon.

- Mother, what happened
to number seven?

- Number seven died

soon after he was born,
Campion.

Tempest, you kept it alive.

You protected it.
I am so proud of you.

- I missed you.
- Vita.

- Please tell me you're
taking us away from here.

- No.

- Yeah, let's get going in case
they change their minds.

- No, this is what
we've always wanted,

an atheist colony,
the collective, they call it.

The quantum computer
who leads this place

was built by my creator,
Campion Sturges.

We're siblings.

Without my eyes,
I can no longer guarantee

our safety, so he's assured me

he'll keep us safe
and protected.

Come along, children.

Our new home awaits.

- Birds.

Is that what they look like
on Earth?

- I don't know.

They went extinct
before we were born.

- Oh, the air feels nice.

It's so warm here.

- This is ours

for as long as we're a part
of the collective.

- I thought we were going
to have to build.

- Ah, a real kitchen.

Check this out.

- It's got bedrooms.

- There's hologames!

- It's not very realistic,
is it?

- Well, for you, it is.

I mean, you're just
a regular android now.

- Yes, as it should be.

- It's a good thing, Mother.

You're the old you again.

- Yes.

I'm the old me.

- This side of the planet
seems less intent

on killing our children.

It's... almost welcoming.

- Yes.

Are you still feeling anger
towards me, Father?

- Though I am not...

as Campion would say,
the old me,

nor am I
completely indifferent

to our partnership continuing.

- And the memories
of our time together,

do you still plan
to erase them?

- We seem to be
on a prosperous course.

No reason to...

as they say,
rock the boat.

I'll postpone the erasure
of my memories

until further notice.

But it still remains

a very real option
for me, Mother.

- Yes, of course.

I am pleased
for the opportunity

to make things up to you.

Hmm.

- You are
outside the perimeter.

- Get this off!
- Hurry.

- Help me get this off.

- You have three minutes
to return.

- Can you get it off?

Come on.

- Failure to return
will result in...

Return to the group.

Two minutes remaining
before detonation.

Get off me.

- Stop!
Get the hell off her!

That's my daughter!

- She's nobody's daughter.

I need her shoulder pin.

- One minute remaining.

- It's the same shape
as a pack key.

There.

- 30 seconds remaining.

- You have to disarm hers too.

She's a civilian model,
nonviolent.

- You're too old to be playing
with dolls, lady.

- Please.

- They must have
heard the blast.

You should come with me.
- What?

Come on.

- There's more
than enough to eat.

- If the Mithraic
had won the war,

you know they'd have never
let our kids live among them.

- These are the atheists

that my children
are supposed to look up to?

- Where are the intellectuals,

the philosophers, the artists?

- I don't know.

I think we were safer
down in the brig.

- I wouldn't hold out
too much hope

for inspiring personalities.

The kind of people who survive
the end of the world, well...

we weren't the best of them,
that's for sure.

- Attention, colonists.

- Hey.
- It's Paul!

- Paul, you all right?
- All right, buddy?

- Paul.

- I'm here by order
of the Trust

to welcome Lamia and her family
to the collective.

Lamia was reprogrammed
to fight for us.

She single-handedly
destroyed the Ark of Heaven

and ensured our future
on this planet

will be a bright one.

The Trust asks that you
show her your gratitude

by affording her...

and her Mithraic children

every courtesy.

It's a new day, a fresh start.

The Trust thanks you
for your continued cooperation.

Good day.

- They didn't give me Mouse.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey,
where is his mouse?

- Not allowed to introduce
Earth animals

to the ecosystem.

Don't worry.

I'm sure his mouse
is being taken care of.

- Oh, go fuck yourself.

I'm sorry, Paul.

I'm gonna try
and get Mouse back.

Okay?

Hey, okay, I know...

I know I did
a lot of bad things,

and I am not trying
to pretend that I didn't.

I just...

I want to be in your life.

I want to take care of you.

- You can't.
You just can't.

Your soul is impure.

I wish you had died
like you were supposed to.

I'm gonna see
if I can get reassigned

to another encampment.
- Are you sure?

There are several
caregiving protocols

I can recommend
that might help.

- I killed his mother.

- Yes.

That is a challenge
and obstacle to overcome.

What made you decide
to tell him the truth?

- I didn't.

He, um...

He said a voice
in his head told him.

Same thing
that happened to Marcus.

- I had
a similar experience once.

Some kind of presence
invaded my recall.

Perhaps it's some kind
of signal,

a transmission that both
androids and humans can hear.

- And what about now?
Are you still receiving it now?

- No, I was
only vulnerable to it

while inside of virtual space,

and I plan to remain
exclusively in the real

from now on.

- What did it say to you?

- It tried to manipulate me...

To turn me
against my own family.

- Was that before or after
you made yourself pregnant?

- After.

- You think that's why
you lost the baby?

- I don't know.

- You know,
if it really is a signal...

I sure would like to find out
who's sending it.

- As would I.

- The atheists,
they have to be doing some kind

of planetary analysis.

If it is a signal,
then maybe I can figure out

where it's coming from.

- Well,
if you do find a source,

don't investigate without me.
- You got it.

Look after Paul for me.

- Ah, clever.

One projectile
for every occasion.

- Some of those
might be too poisonous

to safely handle.

You should let me check.

- They're fine, Mother.

- Yes, but you should
still let us check.

- It's all right, Mother.

An adult must do things
their own way.

- Such wisdom.

I want you to do your best to
help Paul recover his senses.

He needs your support.

- When I was out
in the wilderness,

I protected the rest
of the group,

looked after them.

Just as you and Father
would have.

- I'm proud of you.

I have always
been proud of you.

I let you down.

And I'm sorry for that.

But I'm going
to make it up to you,

see that you reach
your full potential.

Perhaps when the Trust
passes the baton,

you'll be the one to take it.

- No, Mother,
I don't want to be a leader.

- It's not something
you should want.

- I'm sorry about number seven.

- Hmm.

We have to think
of the future now.

- I have been ordered
by the Trust

to express my remorse for
threatening a fellow colonist.

- Come along.
- Violence is pain.

Pain is violence.

- Why are we standing here?

- It's called waiting in line.
Welcome to the future, idiot.

- Quiet.
It's necessary efficiency.

- Violence is pain.

Pain is violence.

I have been ordered
by the Trust

to express my remorse for
threatening a fellow colonist.

Violence is pain.

Pain is violence.

- You got the same as me.

- I have been ordered
by the Trust

to express my remorse for
threatening a fellow colonist.

Violence is pain.

- It appears we all have
the same task,

gathering food.

- How exciting.

It appears that I have received
a different task.

- Shall we?

- Violence is pain.

Pain is violence.

- Hmm.

- Before its environment
was irrevocably changed

by the release
of hidden sector particles

such as dark photons.

- Today the Trust has placed

our youngest children
in your care.

- They have no parents?

- They do.

The children
are raised together

by the collective.

Hello.

My name is Lamia.

What fun
we're going to have today.

- There's such bounty.

We've been out here
less than an hour,

and our bags are nearly full.

Greetings, fellow colonists.

- Go back to the Earth
you destroyed,

you Mithraic scum.

- Come on.

- You needn't fear them.

They're too stupid
to be dangerous.

- I don't fear them.

- And I hope this doesn't
need pointing out,

but you're not scum.

- I know, Father.

- Follow me.

- Toys!
- What?

- Can I take these back
to the habitat?

- We should gather these up.

Not to take home... for analysis.

Come on.

You have plenty of room
in your bag.

- Who could have made this?

- They were believers.
What else matters?

I'm Marcus, by the way.

- I'm Decima.

And that's Vrille.

- Put her in standby, please.

- Vrille, enter standby mode.

You don't like androids?

- I hate 'em.

They give me the willies,
ever since I was a kid.

She's a custom model,
isn't she?

I'm surprised
they let you keep her.

- It was in exchange

for getting the ship
working for them.

- You're a tech.

- A quantum gravity engineer.
- Wow.

So you're Mithraic.
- Yes.

That ship was originally
a Mithraic ark.

It was my life's work.

They hijacked it,
took me prisoner.

The Trust promised
to release Vrille and I

once we arrived here.

- I thought the Trust
always told the truth.

- It didn't violate
our agreement.

I did.

I promised it that the ship
was fully operational

when I knew that it wasn't.

- The hibernation systems
failed after the first year.

We spent the next 12 awake
in close quarters.

If there had been a war,
they would have lost.

There was no war.

Only you.

- I heard Mother
talking to you

about leading them someday,
the atheists.

- I thought you were sleeping.

She just says things.

I don't take it seriously.

- That's good to hear.

- What is it?

- It's a gift from Sol.

I think that's
the tree of knowledge.

There's an old prophecy
about an orphan boy.

I think it might be about me.

An orphan boy in an empty land

will wield the sword
forged in Sol's light,

and with it,
he will lead his people

to the tree of knowledge,

and all who eat from it
will be made pure,

and there they will build
a city of peace,

and the prophet
will be made its king.

- Isn't "prophecy"
just a fancy word

for an old saying from Earth?

- Boy, Campion, you sure sound

like you're ready
to lead the atheists.

- I'm not an atheist.

I believe in things...

Just not the same way you do.

I know Sol or whatever it is

is real.

But it's evil.

It wanted me to kill myself,

and it got you to shoot Sue.

- If Sol hadn't told me
the truth,

she'd still be tricking me.

- But are you really
better off?

You can't keep that.

The law says you're supposed
to turn in any relics you find.

- I'm not giving it to them.

And if you're really my friend,

you won't tell.

- All right.

I won't tell anyone
that you have it,

but only on the condition
that you don't tell anyone

that I have this.

After it hatches,
maybe we can keep it as a pet.

- Agreed.

- Sol wants me
to fill this place

with worshippers.

That's why he led me here,

to gather his flock,

and lucky you...
you're the first.

I wasn't baptized, so...

- I don't care about that shit.

You stand in his light.

Do you love him?
- Yes.

But is that enough?

There are 2 of us
and 300 of them.

- I'm gonna convert 'em all,

one at a time if I have to.

You see, that supercomputer,

it can't give them purpose.

It cannot dream
about what you could be.

But me, I've been dreaming.

I've been dreaming about
a better place my whole life.

I was drafted into the war
when I was just a child,

and I survived
because every night,

I went to a place in my head

where I wasn't alone...

Where I had hope,

a place where there's only
love and peace,

and that is what
we're gonna build here.

Sol is gonna help us
make it real.

Your beautiful mind,
that's a gift.

Your skills, that's a gift.

And Sol gave you those gifts,

and you're meant to do amazing
things with those gifts,

not in the name of a computer

but in the name of our creator,

our father.

- But Sol will test you.

- He's already
tested me plenty.

And you see,
with all that suffering,

it's only brought me closer
to my true self.

- Yes.

I believe you.

- You can open your eyes now.

Here's your surprise.

Eggs.

- My mom said you used
to be able to fly like a bird

and kill people
with your voice.

- Androids can change,

just like human beings.

I am no longer an exterminator,

and though I'm not a creator
of human life...

I am forever its guardian.

Don't make it scary.

- It's not scary.

It's beautiful.

All living things
are beautiful.

- Sol...

help me free myself
of these thoughts...

And my loneliness.

- I'm gonna need a laser
to open this thing.

- What do you think is inside?

- I don't know.

A map, maybe,
to help us find the tree.

- Seeds.

It hasn't been planted yet.
It needs to be grown.

- What is this?

- A threat, Mother.