All language subtitles for T.L.W.S01E19.Resurrection.WEB-DL.H264.AAC.SNAKE_track3_[eng]

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(wolf howling)

- The good thing about freezing to death,

at least I'll be well preserved.

- Oh, that's the spirit.

Life is a state of mind.

- Then I am clearly out of mind,

there was no mountain
pass off this plateau.

- Well, at least we're
back below the snow line.

If you're looking for warmth,

you should have gone with Challenger

and Summerlee in the balloon.

Body heat?

- I'm familiar with the concept.

- Well, be my guest.

- Is that your leg?

- Oh, I'm sorry.
- No, no, no that's fine.

Actually, it's starting
to feel a little warmer.

You?

- Yes,

a little.

You know, perhaps if I just

shift a little.

- I think you've got something here.

- Yes.

Maybe, if I just

take my arm

there.

- That's better.

(romantic music)

- It's getting hotter
in here all the time.

(twig snapping)

Did you hear that?
- What?

Huh, absolute silence,

how fascinating.

Now, where were we?

(twig snapping)

- There it is again.

- (sighing) The only sound
I hear is of cold feet.

Running away.

- Stay here, I'll be right back.

- (sighing) Great.

(suspenseful music)
(wolf howling)

(man yelling)
(gun firing)

(grunting)

Crude, but effective.

- I thought I told you
to stay in the tent?

- Does the phrase,
"Ungrateful son of a bitch,"

have a familiar ring?
(men yelling)

(Marguerite yelling)
- Let go of her!

- Look out!

No, (screaming) Roxton!

Roxton!

(screaming) Roxton, no!

- [Narrator] At the dawn of the century,

a band of adventurers set
out to prove the impossible.

The existence of a prehistoric world.

The visionary.

The heiress.

The hunter.

The scientist.

And the reporter, all chasing
the story of a lifetime.

Stranded in a savage land,

befriended by an untamed beauty.

Together, they fight to survive

in this amazing world of
the lost civilizations,

and terrifying creatures.

Always searching for a
way home, a way out of

the lost world.

(The Lost World theme music)

- Ah, poor man,

poor Lord John Roxton.

You don't have to die.
- Who are you?

- You may call me Osric.

Wouldn't you like to save your friend?

It's not too late, look.

(sinister music)

(screaming)

- Hey, you there, Shorty,
call off the boy scouts!

- Look how the puny one struggles!

- Puny, untie me, I'll show you puny!

You and me, alone, now!

Hey, where's everybody going?

(speaking foreign language)

That wasn't so bad after all.

- You have been purified,
now you are ready.

- Ready, ready for what?

- An offering to the gods.
- You give me too much credit.

I have so little to offer.

Really!

- You have your beating heart.

- No!

- Your friend will breathe her last

when the sun is at its peak,

unless of course you want to save her?

- But, I'm dying.
- Maybe, maybe not.

The universe must be balanced.

If you live, someone must die.

A complete stranger,
someone you don't even know.

But if you die, so does Marguerite.

- I must be dreaming.

- Well, look what I have here.

Lord John Roxton's life force.

See how fragile,

look how it fades.

One moment there is light,
and the next only darkness.

- What the hell are you?

- Do you want it back?
- Yes.

- But the balance, someone must die.

- Yes, dammit.
(dramatic music)

(gasping)

What the hell?

- Now go

and save your friend.

- We should be back to
the tree house by noon.

Got some fresh supplies,
grab a couple hours shut eye

and keep looking.

- What's the rush all of a sudden?

- Roxton and Marguerite
are searching north,

Summerlee and Challenger south,
we have to keep moving west.

- Hey!

Are you okay?
- Never better.

I'm getting so close I can taste it.

Any day now I'm gonna find
a way off this damn plateau.

- If you don't have a heart attack first.

- I'm sick of the bugs, I'm
fed up with the ape men.

If I see one more damn dinosaur.

Besides, I miss my family, I miss my job,

I miss...
- Go on.

- A lot of things.

I miss my world.

You want to get off this
plateau as badly as I do.

Don't you?

(dinosaur screeching)
(gun firing)

Come on!

(gun firing)
(dinosaur screeching)

(gun firing)

- Good shooting.

Looks like I owe you.
- Forget it.

- I will, right after you
hand over your weapons.

- What did you say?

- You blew both rounds.

In case you think maybe you
can make a move for that pistol

on your hip, by the time you
drop the rifle, you'll be dead.

- You're out of your mind.
- We just saved your life!

- That's why I'm giving you a chance.

My patience is wearing thin.

(dinosaur screeching)

(gun firing)

(laughing) Let the games begin.

(dramatic music)

- It is time.

- Come on, I'm sure we
can work something out.

I mean, does it have to be my heart?

(chanting in foreign language)

What about some fingernail
clippings instead?

A lock of hair, it's my real color!

No!
(gun firing)

John!
- Better late than never.

Drop the knife!

That was easy.

- Approach and die!

- Look out!

(grunting)

(gun firing)

- [John] You want to play swords, huh?

- Roxton!
- I'm doing the best I can!

Now why don't you be a good girl.

(woman yelling)

(grunting)

Ouch, the lady has an iron jaw.

- Trust me, she's no lady.

I thought you were...

- Up you go.

- I saw her kill you.

- Come on, before our friends get back.

- You think we lost him?

- I don't know, we didn't have enough time

to cover our tracks.

- I'll take a look around.

(gun firing)

- You got yourselves a
little castle in the sky.

- Quick, disable the elevator!

- Well?
- No luck.

- I brought the family along this time.

I'll give you one chance,
surrender and live.

- How much gun powder do we have left?

- Not enough to blow them up.

- Tick, tock, tick, tock!

- Nobody steals my home!

Go to hell!
(guns firing)

- I got to tell you, for a dead
guy, you got great stamina.

- I guess we could slow down now.

It's been at least a couple of miles.

- Yeah, an hour ago.

- Up here.
- What the?

- Congratulations, she lives.

Well done, Lord John Roxton.

- Friend of yours?

- I kept my part of the
bargain, now it's your turn.

- My turn?
- Bargain, what bargain?

- Someone will die, a man,
someone you don't know.

- I remember.
(laughing)

Something strike you funny?

- You have to kill him.

- You never said anything about that.

- Surprise, that's what's so funny.

You're the only one who
can pull the crystal sword

from the rock.

- Uh, excuse me, would
somebody mind telling me

what the hell, sorry,
heck is going on, here?

- Nothing's going on here,

I never promised to murder anybody.

Come on.
- Ow!

Do you wanna tell me about it now?

- He's a very old man,
probably be dead soon anyway.

- How'd he do that?

- Let's get one thing
straight, little man.

I don't murder anyone.

- Not even your own brother?

You're already damned, Lord John Roxton.

What's one more death?
- Go to hell!

- Roxton!
- After you.

Talk to Lord John Roxton, please.

- Why should I?
- I thought you knew?

He bargained his soul for your life.

- Marguerite!

- I like you, Marguerite,
I'll make you a deal.

- I'm listening.

- All Lord John Roxton has

to do is retrieve the crystal sword.

- Did you say crystal sword?

- It lies embedded in a rock near here.

- Then what?
- I'll take care of the rest.

- Well, suppose he refuses?

- Then I will take back what
I've so generously given.

His life.

- Marguerite, now!

- Listen, I've gotta run.

If we need anything, we'll be in touch.

- One hour, Marguerite!

You fail and he dies!

- What?
(dramatic music)

- Awake.

- My reward?
- Postponed, I'm afraid.

- I failed you.
- No, no,

not you.

- Only Roxton can pull the crystal sword?

- But he will not do so willingly.

(horn blaring)

- Then we must bend his will.

- So let me get this
straight, you were dying

then that mini person comes
along, waves a magic wand,

and brings you back to life?

Do you hear how that sounds?

- Do you think it's a trick, an illusion?

You saw the blade enter
my chest, the blood.

What the hell do you want from me?

- What Osric said about your soul,

are you sorry you saved my life?

- No,

of course not.

- All right, whatever you say.

(men yelling)

(grunting)

- It's a clever diversion,
kill ourselves before

they can attack.

(gun firing)
- Come on!

- Oh, we're sitting ducks
out here in the open.

This way!

Right, right here!

- [John] What the hell
are they doing here?

(men yelling)

- Okay, I've had enough for one day,

I'm ready to be bored again.

- Did you notice something
odd about what just happened?

- What, other than the fact
that we're still alive?

- It was almost as if they
were herding us like cattle.

- Into the forest, that
doesn't make any sense?

Why not just kill us out in the open

when they had the chance?

- Exactly, why here?

What's so special about this place?

- Would you at least
listen to what I'm saying?

- I refuse to surrender!

- We wait until darkness, we
put a rope down over the side

and we slide down.
- They'd kill us.

- We send the elevator down,

while they're waiting for it, we escape.

- They'd still have the tree house!

- And we'd still have our lives!

- No!
- What'd you mean, no?

- This place is my life.

All I ever knew of the
world, my parents, it's here!

- Veronica.

- A piece of my mother's
sewing, she never finished.

My father's favorite records.

A book that my parents used
to read me when I was a child.

The lock of baby hair's still inside it.

- I didn't mean-
- This tree house is my life.

My world, don't expect me to
give up on it without a fight.

I'd rather die first.

(wood crashing)
(dramatic music)

- I think I can help you there!

- No!

(yelling)

- She wants to play!

(grunting)

- First one who dies, loses.

- My kind of game.

(yelling)

- You lose.

(yelling)
(gun firing)

- The coast looks clear.
- Take it easy.

What?

- I was wondering if there
were any white lights,

choirs of angels?

- Let it go.

- Oh, come on, death must
have felt like something?

- Like a blade of ice splitting me in two.

I've never been more afraid in my life.

- I'm sorry.
- Forget it.

- Thank you for coming back for me.

- You think I did what
I did to save your life?

You don't get it, do you?

I was a coward, Marguerite.
- No, no.

- You know it wasn't
death I was afraid of,

it was not living.

I couldn't believe it was over.

My life, my life!

What, that was it?

Can't be?

And then,

it wasn't.

- You're not a coward, John,

just human.

Welcome to the planet.

- Lord John Roxton.

At last we meet.

- You know me?
- Yes.

And I know why you're here.

- Why is that?

- You've come to kill me.
(dramatic music)

(grunting)

- Did that hurt?
- Why would it hurt?

All you did was pull a
steel rod with jagged spurs

out of my flesh.

- Oh, it's not bleeding much.

Just take it easy.
- I'll be fine.

Veronica, I've been thinking.
- So have I.

You were right.
- No, you were right.

- I was just being selfish.

Oh, look at you,

I almost got you killed
protecting the tree house.

- But it is your home, your world.

- It's just a bunch of
planks and a bit of thatch.

It's not flesh and blood.

And it's not worth losing you.

- We've got enough bullets
to last for a while.

- We're outnumbered,

and who knows what they're gonna try next?

- All the more reason to get started now.

- What do you think you're doing?

- We may not make it,

but I'll be damned if we're
going down without a fight.

- Don't worry, I don't take it personally,

you're killing me, I mean.
- That's big of you.

- Osric can't make me kill you.

- Don't take the boy for granted,
Osric's powers are strong.

- How do you know?

- He comes from the same plane as I.

- Plane, you came from a plane?

- A plane, dimension,

whatever you'd like to call
an alternative existence.

- Oh yes, of course.

So you're saying you and
Osric are magical creatures?

- You mean like gods?
- Don't encourage him.

- Can a god be tired?

(solemn music)

Sit.

- Look, whatever,

whoever you are,

why does Osric want you dead?

- I'm his jailer.

- We don't see any bars?

- I keep him imprisoned
here, on this mortal plane.

Keep his evil safe from the world.

- He's evil, what's he done?

- My dear, if I told you
it would drive you insane.

- If you're not one of
us, how can you die?

- Nothing can kill me,

except, of course, the crystal sword.

- What's that got to do with me?

- Only a damned man pure of
soul can free the crystal sword.

- Damned?

- All right, I've heard enough,

why don't we just change the subject?

- I'm damned?
- Only in your heart.

But that's the one place it counts.

After your brother's death,
you cursed a little corner

of yourself, and yet, as a
being you remain pure of soul.

So, you're the perfect man for the job.

- Well, you can relax,
old man, you're safe.

I have no intentions
of pulling that sword.

- (laughing) Well, don't you see,

that's the beauty of it all,

the road to hell is paved
with good intentions.

Who says we don't have a
sense of irony? (laughing)

- My men have failed me,
I will gut them myself!

- Be still, everything is
going according to plan.

- But the man and the
woman are lost to us?

- Lord John Roxton will
never be lost to me.

I saved a little piece of him.
(astral music)

- I know that place, an
hour from here at most.

- You see, Lord John
Roxton will always be mine.

- I think this is the one.

Oh, on second thought, maybe not.

- Ground dried beef and burlap.

Are you sure you know what you're doing?

- I watched Challenger
and Summerlee enough

to grab the basics, I think?

Oh, that's the one.
- Ooh!

It smells like rotting meat.

- Sulfur dioxide, that's the idea.

A little gun powder.

- Oh, my God!
(arrows thudding)

(dramatic music)
Help me!

- Last chance!

Fire them up!

Either hand over the tree house to me now,

or you'll burn alive!

Now!

(arrows thudding)

- Whatever you're gonna do, do it now!

If one of these things
hits the thatched roof

we go up like a fireball!

- But to just leave him
like that, an old man.

- He's not an old man.
- Well, whatever he is.

- Safest place for him is far
away from that crystal sword.

That means away from me.

- You know, I keep
hearing about that sword

but I don't see it anywhere?

- Fine with me, let's just get home.

(men yelling)

How many bullets you got left?

- What, I was supposed to be counting?

- Nevermind, just shoot!
(gun firing)

- Come on now, can't we all be friends?

(gun firing)
I guess not.

(grunting)
(man yelling)

(gun clicking)

Look, woman to woman,
what did I ever do to you?

- Denied the offering.

- Let's just say my heart wasn't in it.

So, you want to play dirty?

(dramatic triumphant music)

(sinister music)

- The sword has awakened.

(Osric applauding)

(dramatic music)

- Roxton?

Oh, thank God, here.

Come on, come on, rise and shine.

Easy, easy, it's only me, they've gone.

- Oh, no, the sword!

- What about it?

- The crystal sword, it was in that rock.

- Was?

- I drew it.

- Well, then the old
man's as good as dead.

- Not if I can help it.

- [Fake John] Wake up,
I've got some good news!

- Roxton?
- Out here.

- What is it?
- Quickly.

(sinister music)

The good news is, you're going to die.

- The crystal sword.
- Free.

- After all these millennia.
- Free.

- The man called Roxton
won't use it against me.

- Left one, right one, where's the sword?

Give up?

(yelling)

It's in you.

(speaking in foreign language)

- My king,

now you have the sword.

I have been a faithful
servant and fulfilled my part

of the bargain.

- Yes, you have, a beautiful warrior.

- And my reward?

- Unfortunately, it lies in the next life.

(woman yelling)

- Oh, we're too late.

- Oh, no!

(grunting)

Oh, I'm sorry, my friend.

The sword, it was an accident.

- You forget

who I am.

There are no accidents.

- Take it easy.

- Osric

is on his way

back to the altar now

to cross over.

- Marguerite, find some
cloth and some water.

- I'll be back.

- Don't bother,

you can't save me.

A damned man can only

hope to save himself.

- How?

Oh, no, no, no, please.

Not yet.

Tell me,

tell me how?

- Osric,

the altar.

- How,

how?

- Come on, Roxton, it's time for Plan B.

I heard what he said, Osric, the altar.

Now if he escapes, we stand
to lose a lot more than him.

- Not too tight, I want to make sure

these babies really pop.

Perfect.

You ready?
- As I'll ever be.

- What a waste.

If I can't have it, no one can.

This time, aim for the roof.

(bomb whooshing)
Scatter quick, run!

(bomb exploding)

Hah!

You'll have to do better
than that. (laughing)

- Here's two more, start
spreading' them around.

- Right.
(bomb whooshing)

(bomb exploding)

- What the?

Get the hell out here, you're
not gonna believe this.

(men coughing)
(bomb whooshing)

(bomb exploding)

- They're throwing meat, at us?

Ugh, that smell!

- Like something rotting.
- It's working!

- Keep it up, we got a few more.

(coughing)
(bombs exploding)

- You better get used to
the smell of dead meat

because that's what you are!

(bomb exploding)

- That's the last one.

(coughing)

- When I get my hands on them.

- I think I'm gonna be sick.
- Shut up!

Listen,

the meat, that stench!

It's attracting every
damn raptor in the area.

Let's get the hell outta here now!

(raptor screeching)
(man screaming)

- Not today, my friend.

- Stop!

Right there!

- Well, look who's here.

Lord John Roxton.
- Who are you?

Where's Osric?

- You were already damned,
what's one more death?

- You?

- Come to watch the
final chapter, have you?

Fitting, I suppose.

Without you, I wouldn't have this.

Now, you will see what few mortals have,

you will see me cross over.

(gun firing)

- Nobody, is going anywhere.

(gun firing)

- (laughing) Fools!

I'm immortal now, nothing can kill me!

- Maybe not, but I bet I can piss you off.

- What have you done?

- We've grown so fond of
you, you simply must stay.

(Osric yelling)

(gun firing)

- By the time I'm through
with you, Lord John Roxton,

you will beg for death!

(grunting)
(dramatic music)

Well, Lord John Roxton,
are you ready for death?

- Not

even

close.

- John!

- I gave you life.

- Sorry, I won't

be returning the favor!

Are you okay?

- Me, yeah, yeah, yeah, sure, I'm fine.

Look!

He's gone.

He's finally gone.

(Osric laughing)

- No, don't look back.

(Osric laughing)

- Oh, don't be silly, it's a pleasure.

After what you two have been through,

cooking dinner was the least we could do.

- Absolutely right, it was
the least they could do.

Challenger, I'll need
a fork and Summerlee,

another glass of wine
when you have a moment.

- Where's Roxton, his food's getting cold?

- I'll find him.

- No, that's okay, I know where he is.

- A toast.
- To what?

- To our life here, now.

- And,

to wherever tomorrow takes us.

(soft music)

- A penny for your thoughts?

- Overpriced at that.

- If anyone's damned
around here, it's not you.

- Don't say that.

- At least you have a pure soul.

Last time I checked, mine
was a little worse for wear.

- Well, that's why I'll always be around

to set you straight.

Bloody job but,

someone's got to do it.

- [Summerlee] (throat
clearing) Dinner is served.

- You said always?

- Did I?

- Come on, you two, nothing
worse than cold raptor.

- Truer words were
never spoken, Professor.

(dramatic orchestral music)

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