All language subtitles for Private Gold 74 Code Name Mata-Hari 2006

Let us finish it.

- Perhaps it is a trap.
- It is.

Then what do we do?

We break through.

There!

I see him.

Pagans!

- Forward still.
- Retreat!

No! Do not stop.

We are her salvation, and through
her command we shall live forever.

I will not die.
Not here, not now!

Never!

No!

We're almost there.

You'll make it.
I won't let you die.

You're strong enough.

Finish it.

Don't worry.
We'll be all right.

I just need to take a little.

Finish it.

- Hey, what are you doing here?
- Take a walk with me.

- I have to work.
- It's the first snow...

Yeah, I know, but they're waiting on me.

- Come on, Tommy.
- Please, Izzi.

I'm sorry.

I am.

I'll see you tonight.

Finish it.

Please, leave me alone.

I don't know how it ends.

All right.

I trust you.

Take me.

Show me.

- What are you doing here?
- Take a walk with me.

- I have to work.
- It's the first snow...

Yeah, I know, but they're waiting on me.

- Come on, Tommy.
- Please, Izzi.

I'm sorry.

I am.

I'll see you tonight, OK?

Izzi.

Hey! Dr. Creo.
Antonio's on his way back.

Donovan's open and ready.
His vitals are steady.

Dammit.

Come on.

- Did he say if it was working?
- Just said to grab you and meet in Surgery.

- Where is he?
- I'm not sure.

- Call him.
- OK.

Antonio sent me ahead with the scans.
He's still busy in Chem Lab.

Breeny, it's Manny.
Where's Antonio?

- It's still growing aggressively.
- That much in two days!

What do you mean, you don't know?
Go get him. Find him.

He's been lying open 50 minutes now.

- He's crossing the street.
- The results?

- I didn't ask.
- Meet him at the elevator. Get his ass in here.

Micromanipulators at 42 degrees,
mediolateral, 72.

Yup.

How we doing, Donovan?
You hanging in?

No good.
Great specificity, but no suppression.

- Shall we close?
- No, euthanize.

- Why?
- If we don't treat now, the growth gets him.

Dammit!

- I'll prepare the pentabarbital.
- No, wait.

- What is it?
- That compound we played with last year.

- Which one?
- From that tree from Central America.

- That one.
- "Natul tortuosa. 82-A46."

- From Guatemala.
- The old-growth tree.

We had two samples, but it was sterile.
The graftings and clippings didn't take either.

- That's it.
- What's happening?

Mix it with your compound.
They've got a similar structure.

- Manny, find those samples.
- I don't see it.

Picture them side by side.
Fold them into each other like two lovers,

woman on top.

They have complementary domains.

- If we can get them to stick...
- Is this it?

- Go!
- We have no toxicity reports, not a single...

It doesn't matter. Donovan's on the table.
If we do nothing, he dies.

- Antonio, how long?
- Two hours.

Keep him under.

- I've never seen that adhesion pattern.
- What's it binding to it?

I don't know. But it's definitely
attaching to the high-growth regions.

Let's do it.

.751, 1.25.

- Syringe is loaded.
- Give it.

Manny, give me light.

Lowering.

- Injecting.
- Injection at 23:57.

- 23:57.
- Good boy, Donovan. Good boy.

- What's up?
- My ring.

- What ring?
- My wedding ring.

- Where'd you leave it?
- Right there, where I always put it.

- Someone must've knocked it on the ground.
- Tommy, may I have a word with you?

- One second.
- What are you doing?

- It's my ring. I put it there.
- It's gotta be here.

- I need to talk to you.
- Don't worry about it. We'll find it.

Tommy...

- I'm concerned.
- What?

I saw Betty in the hall. She was hysterical.
You've been running sloppy surgeries.

- Nonsense!
- You injected an untested compound.

He was open.
We were about to put him down.

NIH could shut us down.
I should shut you down for it.

You're reckless
and you're losing perspective.

Look, why don't you just
take a few days at home.

Spend a little time with Izzi.

I'm here for her.

Izzi.

Izzi?

Iz?

Izzi?

Izzi.

Izzi!

Izzi!

- Tommy?
- Isabel!

That's funny.
Very funny.

What are you doing?

I'm... I'm stargazing.
I found it in the attic.

- Come on in. It's freezing.
- I want you to see something. Come on.

You're an old fart.

OK.

OK.

Go on. Look.

- You see it?
- The gold star?

It's actually a nebula wrapped around
a dying star. That's what makes it look gold.

What?

- I took science.
- When?

Junior high.

- The Mayans called it Xibalba.
- Xibalba?

It was their underworld.
The place the dead souls go to be reborn.

What? What are you talking about?

My book.

- I'm writing about it.
- I thought it took place in Spain.

It begins there.

Ends there.

Are you done?

- Almost.
- Good. When do I read it?

Someday soon it will explode, die,
and give birth to new stars.

How amazing that the Mayans chose
a dying star to represent their underworld.

Of all the healthy points of light in the sky,

how did they find one that was dying?

Where are your shoes?

Izzi! Come on, come on.
Let's warm you up.

Whoa, whoa. Careful.

OK. I'll get it.

Careful. Iz?

Stop. No!

Get inside.

Serves you right.

Is she a redhead?

What?

I left it in Surgery.

If you can't wait, you can't wait.

I'm joking.

- I'll make some coffee.
- Wait. The sponge.

I want you to heat it.

Outside, before,
you couldn't feel the cold.

Tommy.

- I'm calling Dr. Lipper.
- No! I'm afraid.

Jesus, I'm sorry.

- It's been happening for a while.
- What?

- I'm losing sensitivity to hot and cold.
- Why didn't you tell me?

Because I feel different inside.

I feel different.

Every moment.

Each one.

Tommy?

Oh, Jesus.

Look, don't worry.
Don't worry. All right? I'm here.

I will always be here.

I know. Yes, I know, Iz.

Got you.

- Hello?
- Alan? Tommy.

- Tommy.
- What's the earliest you can make tomorrow?

- Let me check my schedule.
- It's time for you to read it.

- Three? I'm in Surgery till then. Is it urgent?
- No, no. That's fine. Thanks, Alan. Bye.

- We're going to see him tomorrow.
- Start it. Tell me what you think.

- But it's not done.
- Not quite.

Don't answer it.

- Hello? Antonio, what's wrong?
- Can you get down here?

- What is it?
- Donovan.

- Is he OK?
- He's perfectly fine.

- What's happening?
- You won't believe me.

You've got to see for yourself.
Come right away.

No, I can't now. I can't.

- To Donovan!
- What's going on?

- Show him.
- I came to check up on Donovan.

- Where is Donovan?
- That's him.

What? It can't be.

He's almost healed.
There's hair growth.

- I didn't believe it either.
- Antonio had me run some tests.

Donovan responded well.
Really well.

I pulled up videos of him pre-op.
He's testing twice as well.

We're seeing an increase in neural activity
in all areas usually stunted by ageing.

- And the tumor?
- No change.

The growth patterns are normal.
There's no positive or negative effect.

- We should tell Dr. Guzetti right away.
- No! No.

Antonio,

prep a new cocktail.
Stick with the same substance.

What?

- We're moving forward.
- Wait.

But this could be a medical first.

A revelation! We've gotta pursue it
and duplicate the findings.

We can monitor synaptic growth,
but our focus is tumors, not ageing.

- I know, but...
- I want the next subject ready for surgery.

- Is everything all right?
- Yes.

Everything's all right.

Inquisitor?

Enter.

The heretics.

They have confessed
and ceded their lands to your holy office.

They await yourjudgment.

Yet another slice of her nation is mine.

Soon she will be powerless against me.

Queen of nothing but her sins.

What will you do with her?

She too will confess,
and then

she too will die.

Captain. 'Tis the queen.

She is surrounded.

The inquisitor demands blood.

Then there is no more time.

What is our response?

Go now.
Warn the queen.

- And you? Where are you going?
- He must be cut out.

- She has forbidden it.
- There is no other choice.

This is our only hope.

Stay. Stay.

Our bodies are prisons for our souls.

Our skin and blood,
the iron bars of confinement.

But fear not.

All flesh decays.

Death turns all to ash,

and, thus,

death frees every soul.

You, the condemned,

you have confessed.

You admit to protecting a queen

who twists the word of God

and drowns all Spain in sin.

Your queen seeks immortality on Earth -
a false paradise.

This is heresy.

She leads you towards vanity,

away from the spirit.

But this is foolishness,

for death exists.

The Day of Judgment is irrefutable.

All life must be judged.

- Why are you here?
- Come quickly.

- Leave. Protect the queen.
- She sent me. She demands your return.

- Not before he dies.
- No, Tomas. Leave him.

She desires a private audience.

But fear not.
She will not be in hell alone.

I will make sure
her servants are waiting for her.

Faithful servant, why do you cry?

To see Spain brought so low,

with an enemy thriving within her borders,
feasting on her strength.

The shame is too much.
I've failed her.

Dare not pity Spain.

These times are dark,

but every shadow, no matter how deep,
is threatened by morning light.

Of course.

This loyalty of yours

inspires you to protect Spain at any cost,

but killing the inquisitor is suicide.

Europe would have my head.

I, for one, am not ready to die yet.
Are you?

I will die for Spain.

I know, Conquistador.

I know.

And this bravery of yours,
it may save us yet.

For Spain has a plan.

There is hope.

- There's hope?
- Father.

I am Father Avila
of her royal Franciscan order.

Our allegiance remains with Spain.

Father.

Guards, leave us.

Conquistador,

I am going to tell you the true reason
why the inquisitor pits cross against crown.

One year ago, Father Avila returned
from the jungles of New Spain

with a secret so great,

it promised to free
all mankind from tyranny.

Spain desired this treasure
above all things,

but the inquisitor feared it
with equal measure.

When I refused to give up my quest for it,

he responded with this violent coup
to bring Spain to her knees.

But we have not yielded,

and now we will defeat him.

This is our hope.

- A dagger?
- Used in religious rituals.

I took it from a dead Mayan priest.

The marking on the hilt...

Do you see it?

It is a map.

A map to the Mayans' greatest secret.

Greater than Chichen Itz�, greater than
Yaxchil�n, greater even than Tikal.

Here, in the centre, in the core
of the once-great Mayan civilization,

we will find a lost pyramid.

No.

Not lost.

Hidden.
The hidden pyramid of the Mayan myths.

The myths tell us of a holy pyramid,

built upon the navel of the Earth,

the birthplace of life.

A special tree sprouts there.

They say whoever drinks of its sap

will live forever.

Eternal life?

Spain hangs at the whims of a merciless
enemy and you taunt us with yarns?

They are not yarns.

Remember,

our own Bible confirms it.

In Genesis, there are two trees
in the Garden of Eden -

the Tree of Knowledge
and the Tree of Life.

When Adam and Eve disobeyed the Lord
and ate from the Tree of Knowledge,

the Lord banned them from the garden
and hid the Tree of Life.

Could it be?

Could it be?

Kneel, Conquistador.

Let in the morning light.

The beast runs amok in my kingdom.

He has isolated me,

and now he is sharpening his talons
for one more fateful push.

But salvation lies
in the jungles of New Spain.

Will you deliver Spain from bondage?

Upon my honor and my life.

Then you shall take this ring
to remind you of your promise.

You shall wear it when you find Eden,

and when you return,

I shall be your Eve.

Together, we will live forever.

Iz?

Izzi?

- There you are.
- Hey, what are you doing here?

- Babe, we have Lipper at three.
- This is an actual Mayan book.

Look. It explains their creation myth. You see,
that's First Father. He's the very first human.

Is he dead?

He sacrificed himself to make the world.

- The Tree of Life's bursting out of his belly.
- Come on.

Listen. His body became the tree's roots.
They spread and formed the Earth.

His soul became the branches,
rising up, forming the sky.

All that remained
was First Father's head.

His children hung it in the heavens,
creating Xibalba.

Xibalba? The star.

Nebula.

- So what do you think?
- About?

That idea.

Death as an act of creation.

Stay together, guys.

I'll pull out the car
and meet you in front.

Iz. Iz!

- Tommy.
- Hey.

Tommy.

You're all right.

- I'm close.
- No.

There are options.

- We'll have to make some choices.
- Alan?

You had a minor seizure. The growth in
your brainstem's back and it's growing faster.

- The next time...
- No!

No.

We had a breakthrough.

I know I can translate it to help you.

I just need a little more time, OK?

There's hope.
There's real hope.

- Tommy.
- What? What, baby?

- I wasn't afraid.
- I know.

You're very strong.

No.

- No.
- What?

When I fell

I was full.

Held.

I know.
I caught you. I held you.

It's OK, Iz.
Everything's gonna be all right.

There's time.
We have time.

We need to examine
the hippocampal region.

- What the hell's going on?
- I brought in Dean Katari and Dr...

I'm sorry, what are you doing here?

- Antonio and Betty were just showing me...
- Donovan's synaptic growth increased.

His brain is identical to scans
from 12 years ago, when he was six.

And the tumor?

- Exactly. Please?
- Tommy...

Please!

Perhaps you should wait for me in my office.
Manny. I'll be right there.

- Thomas, I'd like a word with you in private.
- After surgery.

First cut.

Tommy.
Dr. Lipperjust called.

He said Izzi's doing better and they're gonna
move her to a regular floor in the morning.

When we're done here,
I want you to prep Cain.

I'll get her.
She'll take care of it.

What do you think you're doing?

You don't abandon results like that.
You repeat the procedure, get a confirmation.

Confirmation that the tumor's unaffected?
She'll be dead by then.

Tommy.

She had a seizure.

I'm so sorry.

- How's she doing?
- She's stable.

Who's with her?

- She's alone?
- She needs to rest.

No one invents new drugs overnight. No one!
You're not being rational.

- You can't fix everything!
- Don't tell me what I can do.

- Your wife needs you. Why are you here?
- Why the fuck do you think I'm here?

Shit.

I'll leave you two alone.

Lilly, I'm sorry about before.

She's amazing.

Lillian,

could...

could you have Henry
re-scan the animals for me?

- OK.
- Thanks.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I brought your manuscript
in case you want to work.

How are you feeling?

Good.

I'm sorry.

What about?

There's been progress at work.

My conquistador.
Always conquering.

- No. Something amazing. We tested...
- That's for you.

It's for me? What is it?

Open it.

Pen and ink. For writing.

It's all done except the last chapter.

I want you to help me.

How?

Finish it.

Finish it.

- I don't know how it ends.
- You do.

You will.

Stop.

- Remember Moses Morales?
- Who?

- The Mayan guide I told you about.
- From your trip?

The last night I was with him,
he told me about his father who had died.

- But Moses wouldn't believe it.
- Izzi!

No, no. Listen. Listen.

He said if they dug his father's body up,

he would be gone.

They'd planted a seed over his grave.

The seed became a tree.

Moses said his father became part of that tree.

He grew into the wood, into the bloom.

And when a sparrow ate the tree's fruit,

his father flew with the birds.

He said

death was his father's road to awe.

That's what he called it.

The road to awe.

Now,

I've been trying to write the last chapter and
I haven't been able to get that out of my head.

Why are you telling me this?

I'm not afraid anymore, Tommy.

I asked Lilly if I could be buried at her farm.

No, stop it!

- I want you to be with me.
- I am with you. Look.

I'll always be with you.

I promise.

Will you stay with me tonight?

Yeah. I'll stay.

I'll stay.

Don't worry,

we're almost there.

Through that last dark cloud is a dying star.

And soon enough, Xibalba will die.

And when it explodes,
you will be reborn.

You will bloom.

And I will live.

Don't worry.
We're almost there.

Thank you, Lord! We are here!

Circles.

He leads us in circles.

Only we are left.
All of your countrymen are dead.

He killed them all with this blind quest.

It's time. Time to stop him.

Captain, we are lost.

The Franciscan and his tales are false.

There is no hope for us here.

There's only death.

- I've mapped us a course back to the ships.
- Coward.

Damn the maps!

We're close and I will find it.

Captain! Captain! Captain!

Father. What is it, Franciscan?

In the jungle...

The marking on the hilt.

- On the dagger?
- It is the same. The same as on the stone.

Your choice - die now
or, by my side, fight and live.

- You fool.
- Captain!

Father.

Take it.

We are here.

- Where?
- The temple is there.

Sorry, Father.

For you, there is only death.

But our destiny is life.

You shall wear it when you find Eden,

and when you return,
I shall be your Eve.

Iz! Iz!

Come on, come on, come on!

Oh, no. Please! Please!

- Step aside.
- She's in V-fib. Pulse thready.

- I'm bagging. Sir! Sir!
- Izzi! Izzi!

- Get the family out. Get him out!
- Sir, please!

- Pads.
- Charging.

- Pulse?
- Thready.

Pressure?

Oh, God.

Tommy.

I know. I know.

I've never seen anything like it.

- Antonio didn't reach you?
- What?

It's Donovan.
The growth is shrinking.

It's like the disease is cured.

Izzi.

Izzi!

Izzi!

- No, no, no, no!
- Sir. Please, sir.

Sir!

Sir, it's too late.
I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

- Sir, it's too late.
- You killed my wife!

- Get off him! Let go!
- Let go!

No.

No.

No!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Don't die! Don't die!
Don't die! Don't die!

No! No!

No!

It seems to me that we struggle
all our lives to become whole.

Complete enough when we die

to achieve a measure of grace.

Few of us ever do.

Most of us end up going out
the way we came in, kicking and screaming.

But somehow Izzi, young as she was,

she achieved that grace.

In her last days she became whole.

She saw her...

Tommy!

- Tommy...
- Just stop it!

Death is a disease.
It's like any other.

And there's a cure.

A cure.

And I will find it.

No!

All these years.

All these memories.

There's been you.

You...

You pulled me through time.

Dr. Creo?

Dr. Creo, we heard you were back.

Update me on everything we know
about that tree. Every detail.

I'm OK. Everything's fine.

The Donovan breakthrough's
our starting point. It's a starting point.

Right, let's build on it.

Stop ageing, stop dying.

Stop dying, that's our goal.

Scans. Cultures. Charts.
Let's get to work.

Come on, let's get to work.

Xibalba.

We're here.

We almost made it.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Finish it.

Stop it. Stop it!

What do you want?

Leave me! Leave me alone!

Please, please. I'm afraid.

Will you deliver Spain from bondage?

I don't know.

I'm trying. I don't know how.

You do.

You will.

You do.

You will.

I'm not afraid anymore, Tommy.

I'm gonna die.

I'm going to die.

Together we will live forever.

Forever.

Forever.

Forever.

We will live forever.

Finish it.

OK.

- What are you doing here?
- Take a walk with me.

- I have to work.
- It's the first snow. We always...

They're waiting on me.

- Come on, Tommy.
- Please, Izzi.

I'm sorry. I am.

I'll see you tonight, OK?

Izzi.

Hey! Dr. Creo.
Antonio's on his way back.

Donovan's open and ready.
His vitals are steady.

Come on. Let's go.

Dr. Creo, where are you going?

Izzi!

Izzi.

No!

Finish it.

Behold.

My queen.

Now and forever.

We shall be together.

Bye, Iz.

I finished it.

Is everything all right?

Yes.

Everything's all right.