All language subtitles for The.Tripods.1984.S02E08_EN

I've made you an offer which 99%
of slaves would jump at, boy.

The privilege of joining the Guard.

Not to be sneezed at, is it?

No, sir.

Well, yet it would seem that you
have refused it.

I shall be honoured to accept
the decision of the Masters.

Hmm, but you want
to join the Power Elite.

If it were a question of my own choice,
that is what I would prefer to do.

Is that why you killed
the chief engineer?

Why should I want to kill him?

He was the one who spoke on my behalf
when I asked to join the Elite.

He was late for his shift
in the control room.

Where had you been?

He was educating me in
the energy systems of the City.

He wanted me to join.
He said they were looking for new blood.

He certainly had a more
persuasive tongue than I.

Unless, of course,
you were persuading him.

What are you doing?

I'm just writing a letter home.

What do you mean?

Well, it would be nice to be able
to do that, don't you think?

But home, it doesn't mean anything now.

We're in service to the Masters.

Don't you ever think about
your mother and father?

They'd be very proud to know I'm here.

And that they'll never see you again?

Or your little sister?

Do you think she's stopped asking when
you're going to come home to tease her?

After all, she's not capped yet, is she?

I've never thought of them like that.

Well, I do!

And I don't see why we shouldn't be able
to send the odd letter home.

Tell them all about it. I mean,
why does it have to be so secret?

-But we're with the Masters.
-We are.

But what about the majority
of people in here?

Being kicked around by Guards
all the time.

Most of them hardly get to
glimpse the Masters.

How proud do you think their families
would be of them?

-I don't like to talk...
-It's true, though, isn't it?

-Maybe...
-If the Masters and the Tripods

are all they're cracked up to be, do you
think they'd be afraid of the truth?

You must be sick, Will.

(BEEPING)

Try to put these terrible thoughts
from your mind, for your own sake.

For all our sakes.

There.

A bunch of home truths

dispatched to the only place
that can take them in this City,

the rubbish tip.

Does that make you happy?

Your mind must be pure
and free from evil

whilst you offer service to your Master.

The funny thing is, Boll,
my Master likes me just the way I am.

Damn it, boy! It won't do you any good
to go on maintaining your innocence.

You mean, I'm going
to be punished anyway?

You'll be sent back to the slave gang,

put to work on the rock face
until you drop.

What's the point of the interrogation,
then, if I'm already condemned?

It would please the Slave Master
if you confessed.

To what? I have done nothing.

You're lying, boy!

And the Slave Master knows that you lie.

And that means that your cap
must be defective.

So, unless you confess,
you will be taken to the capping hall,

where your head will be
opened for examination.

If you confess, the Slave Master does
have it in his power to forgive you.

Well, if he is convinced
that you are sincere,

he may find use for you
as a member of the Guard.

What do you want?

The Power Master has concluded
negotiations with the Slave Master.

Fritz Eger is to be transferred
to the Power Elite.

Come. This friendship is
an appealing thing.

Yes, I've been fortunate
that you chose me.

Would one friend scratch another's back?

Ah.

Mmm.

(GRUNTING)

That's no good!
Bring me a gas bubble, boy.

I'm afraid I didn't please you, Master.

We are from different worlds.

Friendship is also a deeply
disturbing thing, is it not?

Sometimes it can be quite emotional.

Was the girl in the Hall of Beauty
your friend also?

Answer me, boy.

This was a different kind
of friendship, Master.

What you would call "love"?

Master, please!

It gives you so much pain.

It hurt seeing Eloise dead.

She is not dead.
Her life is merely suspended.

So you say.

But what chance have I
of seeing her alive on Trion?

And the thought of her pleasing
the Masters there,

does that do nothing
to assuage your pain?

To be truthful, Master,
it doesn't help at all.

Would you, if you were able...

Would you like me to arrange
for your life also to be suspended?

So you could travel to Trion with her?

And in a few hundred years' time,
revive with her

and resume your lives together?

Master, is that really possible?

Is it what you really want?

Fritz Eger, welcome to your new status.

Thank you, Master.

I expect you to justify the confidence
I have placed in you.

It's an honour to serve.

It's rare to be chosen for the Elite
from the slave gangs.

People will be very curious
about your background.

You mean, my qualifications?

And experience.

I have little of either,
but I'm anxious to learn.

I am very grateful to you
for acting on Pierre's recommendation.

He recognised a kindred spirit.

It's a shame he's no longer here
for you to learn from him.

I very much regret that, too.

You have conflicting loyalties, Will.

I'm afraid I do, Master.

But my first loyalty is to you.

But you don't like me as much
as the girl.

It's not the same, Master.

You mean, you don't love me as much?

As much as your friend, Fritz, then.

Master, you chose me.
I have absolute loyalty to you.

And I honour you and the Masters of
the City above any beings I know.

I'm grateful to you
for your interest in me

and for your overwhelming offer
to send me with Eloise.

But I remain absolutely your servant.

Another bubble?

Mmm.

(SCREAMING)

Are you all right?

It was... It was pure reflex,
instinctive and defensive.

-I was careless.
-No, I should have explained first.

The spot is extremely sensitive.
I'm lucky...

I could have been badly hurt,
even killed by such a blow.

MASTER 468: You will want to know
what a Cognosc is.

WILL: Yes, Master.

MASTER 468: The City, Will, is a brain.

At the top of each of these pyramids
is a separate cell of intelligence

connected with the Pool of Fire
at the centre.

Each of these cells is a Cognosc,

a being so much more advanced
than we Masters,

that it has no physical presence at all.

WILL: So, you're not the
ultimate authority in this City?

MASTER 468: We Masters merely provide
the physical environment

in which the brain can function.

WILL: But where do the Cognoscs
come from?

MASTER 468: Some, originally,
were Masters like me.

Long ago, they were selected
for their superior intelligence.

Their minds were translated away
from their physical bodies

into the very structure
of the universe itself.

In all my years,
I've never yet had an audience.

Now, it is to happen.

And all, apparently, because of you.

So, does the Cognosc know everything
that's in your mind?

Yes.

(CHUCKLING)

Perhaps he wants to discuss
the daisy with us.

So, will he know everything
that's in my mind?

He will do very soon.

Through the cap,
the Cognosc can know all.

You are the one who is
summoned to the presence.

My humble task has been merely to...

to lead you here.

COGGY: Sit down.

And take your helmet off.

Welcome, my dear Will.

No, my name's Willy. Willy Sachs.

(COGGYLAUGHING)

No. No, you're Will Parker from Wherton.

I don't know what you're talking about
or who you are,

but my name is Willy Sachs.

I come from Marienkirchen in the Tyrol.

That is the name you have assumed

for the purpose of
deceiving the Masters.

-Why should I want to deceive?
-But in truth,

you are Will Parker of Wherton,
near Winchester in England.

Where are you?

I am all around you.

I am the space in which you breathe.

And what is your name?

(CHUCKLING) How you humans love
to name things.

I am, as your Master told you,
one of the brains of the City.

You can call me Coggy if you like.

Think of it as a term of endearment.
For it is time you and I had a chat.

How's your friend Beanpole, I wonder?

I don't know anyone of that name.
I don't know what you're talking about.

-I'm here to...
-Or your cousin Henry?

Or prickly Fritz,
here in the City with you?

I do have a friend called Fritz, yes.

Fritz Eger.
We were both champions at the Games.

How do you know about him?

It has been a little more difficult for
me to know you than most of the slaves

because your cap is false.

That intrigued me.
"Why, "I asked myself,

"Why should a young lad
go to such trouble

"when he has only to call on the Tripods
to be given the real thing?"

I wish you would show your face.

But now, I know all the answers.

I know that you rebelled
against the imposition of the cap.

I know why you travelled all the way
from England to the White Mountain

to join Julius and the Free Men.

You hate the Tripods
and all they stand for.

You deceive and despise the Masters.

And your ambition is
to destroy every vestige

of the Trion occupation of Earth.

Dear Will,
I know the entire contents of your mind.

And it amuses me no end.

(LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING CONTINUES)

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

You're not paying attention to me, Will.

You're thinking about your arrangement
to meet Fritz in the Pink Parrot.

Can you really read my mind?

How does it feel?

You should know the answer to that.

Very good.

Plucky little duo, you and Fritz,
aren't you?

We face tough odds.

But I admire your resourcefulness.

Look at the way
you deceived your Master.

And Fritz. Clever, the way he worked
himself into the Power Elite, wasn't it?

Oh. But what's this I find
lurking in your mind now?

Is it possible, you wonder,

that even now Fritz may be down
in the cellar at the City

laying the fuse from a magazine
of powder kegs

which will blast open
the bowels of the reactor,

cut off the power
to all us poor Coggies,

and crack the dome of the City to poison
all Masters with human air?

So allowing our two heroes,
bloody but unbowed,

to scamper into the freedom
of the night air.

(LAUGHING)

In all this wonderful universe, Will,

I've found nowhere so rich in fantasy
as the depths of human desperation.

I have to tell you, Will, I like you.

For a hundred years
I've watched slaves troop into the City

like lambs to the slaughter

and I've had nothing but contempt
for them.

Now I learn there's a band of Free Men
plotting to get rid of the Masters.

Great! I like the whole idea
of resistance to capping.

I don't suppose you've had a decent meal
since you left home.

Sit down and tuck in.

Mmm.

Tastes as good as it looks.

Good.

Pour yourself a glass of wine.

And while you're at it,
pour me a drop, too.

I have no physical existence any more,

just pulses of energy
in the great brain of space.

Highly organised, mind you,
but sadly lacking in sensuality.

(GULPING)

Um...

My Master says you were originally
one of them.

Arrogant amoeba!

No, I was born into
a civilisation old enough

to have bred the Masters in fish farms.

We certainly had longer lives than you.

But we grew up, we grew old,

and eventually those of us
who were allowed to, died.

I wasn't so lucky, though.

Like you, I was bright and independent.

The talent scouts latched onto me
and decided I was a suitable candidate

for immortality as a new cell
in the Space Brain.

Come on!

Oh, if I had a heart, it would bleed
to see a good hot dinner going cold.

Eloise...

(WALTZ PLAYING)

(CLOCK CHIMING)

Eloise! Eloise!

Eloise! Eloise!