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Master Kaecilius.

That ritual will bring you only sorrow.

Hypocrite!

Challenge round, Billy.

Come on, Billy, you gotta be
messing with me. - No, Doctor.

Feels So Good, Chuck Mangione, 1977.

Honestly, Billy, you said this one
would be hard. - Hah! It's 1978.

No, Billy, while Feels So Good
may have charted in 1978,

the album was released
in December of 1977.

- No, no. Wikipedia says...
- Check again.

Where do you store all this
useless information?

Useless? The man charted a
top ten hit with a Flugelhorn.

- Status, Billy?
- 1977.

- Oh, please. I hate you.
- Oh!

Feels So Good, doesn't it?

Oh, I got this, Stephen.
You've done your bit.

Go ahead, we'll close up.

- What is that?
- GSW. (Gunshot wound)

Amazing you kept him alive.

Apneic. Failed the brain stem test
and the apnea reflex test.

I think I found the problem, Dr. Palmer.
You left a bullet in his head.

Thanks. It's impinging on the medulla.
I needed a specialist.

Nick diagnosed brain death.

Something about that
doesn't feel right to me.

We have to run.

- Dr. West, what are you doing? Hey!
- Organ harvesting. He's a donor.

Slow down. I did not agree to that.

I don't need you to.
We've already called brain death.

Prematurely. We need to get him
prepped for a suboccipital craniotomy.

Not gonna let you operate
on a dead man. - What do you see?

- A bullet?
- A perfect bullet.

It's been hardened.
You harden a bullet by alloying

lead with antimony,
a toxic metal.

And that's leached directly
into the cerebral spinal fluid...

Rapid-onset central nervous
system shutdown. - We gotta go.

The patient's not dead, but he is dying.
Still wanna harvest his organs?

- I'll assist you.
- No! Dr. Palmer will assist me.

Thank you.

- Image guidance, STAT.
- We don't have time for that.

- You can't do it freehand.
- I can and I will.

This isn't the time
for showing off, Strange.

How about ten minutes ago, when
you called the wrong time of death?

Cranial nerves intact.

Dr. West, cover your watch.

You know, you didn't have to
humiliate him in front of everyone.

I didn't have to save
his patient either.

But, you know sometimes I
just can't help myself.

- Nick is a great Doctor.
- You came to me.

Yeah, well, I needed
a second opinion.

You had a second opinion, what
you needed was a competent one.

Well, all the more reason
why you should be

my neurosurgeon on call.
You could make such a difference.

- I can't work in your
butcher shop. - Hey!

Look, I'm fusing trans-sected
spinal cords,

I'm stimulating neurogenesis in
the central nervous system.

The work I'm doing's gonna
save thousands for years to come.

In the ER, I get to save one
drunk idiot with a gun.

Yeah, you're right. In the ER,
you're only saving lives.

There's no fame,
there's no CNN interviews...

I guess I'll have to stick with Nick.

Oh, wait a minute. You're not...
you guys aren't?...- What?

Sleeping together. Sorry, I thought
that was implicit in my disgust.

Explicit, actually.

And no, I have a very strict rule
against dating colleagues. - Oh really?

I call it the Strange policy.

Oh, good! I'm glad
something's named after me.

You know, I invented a
laminectomy procedure,

and yet, somehow, no one seems to want
to call it the Strange technique.

We invented that technique.

Y'know, I gotta say, I'm very
flattered by your policy.

Look, I'm...

talking tonight at a
Neurological Society dinner.

Come with me.

Another speaking engagement?
So romantic.

You used to love coming
to those things with me.

- We had fun together.
- No. You had fun.

They weren't about us,
they were about you.

Not only about me.

Stephen, everything
is about you.

Maybe we can hyphenate:
Strange-Palmer technique.

Palmer-Strange.

Billy, what have you got for me?

I got a 35-year-old Air Force colonel.
Crushed his lower spine

in some kind of experimental armor:
mid-thoracic burst fracture.

Well, I could help, but
so can 50 other people.

Find me something worth my time.

I have a 68-year-old female
with an advanced brain stem glioma.

Yeah, you want me to screw up
my perfect record? Definitely not.

How about a 22-year-old
female with an electronic

implant in her brain to control
schizophrenia struck by lightning?

That does sound interesting.

Can you send me the... got it.

Hey.

It's OK. It's gonna be OK.

What did they do?

They rushed you in a chopper.

But it took a little while
to find you.

The golden hours for nerve damage
went by while you were in the car.

What did they do?

11 stainless steel pins in the bones.

Multiple torn ligaments.

Severe nerve damage in both hands.

You were on the table for 11 hours.

Look at these fixators.

No one could have done better.

I could have done better.

No. No.

Give your body time to heal.

You've ruined me.

- How long until I can...
- Dr. Strange,

- those tissues are still healing.
- So speed it up.

Pass a stent on the brachial
artery under the radial artery.

It's possible.

Experimental and expensive,
but possible.

All I need is possible.

Up.

Up.

Show me your strength.

Aah! It's useless.

It's not useless, man,
you can do this.

Then answer me this, bachelor's degree.

Have you ever known anyone
with nerve damage this severe

to do this, and actually recover?

One guy, yeah.

Factory accident, broke
his back, paralyzed.

His leg wasted away.

He had pain in his shoulder
from the wheelchair.

He came here 3 times a week.

And then one day he stopped coming.
Thought he was dead.

Few years later, he walked
past me on the street. - Walked?

- Yeah, walked.
- Bullshit. Show me his file.

It'll take me a while to pull
the files from the archive.

But if it proves your
arrogant ass wrong,

it's worth it.

I looked at all your research.

I read all the papers you've sent.
It's not gonna work.

I don't think you realize
how severe the damage is.

- Here's the thing...
- At best, I'd try it and fail.

I understand, just...
Here's the thing. I...

- What you want from me is
impossible, Stephen. - Come on!

- I've got my own reputation
to consider. - Etienne, wait.

- I can't help you...
- No, no, wait!

Hi.

He won't do it.

He's a hack.

There's a new
procedure in Tokyo.

They culture donor stem
cells and then harvest them

and 3D-printing a scaffold.
If I could get a loan together, just...

- Stephen...
- A small loan, 200,000.

You've always spent money
as fast as you could make it

but now you're spending money
you don't even have.

Maybe it's time to consider stopping.

No, now is exactly the time
not to stop.

Because, you see,
I'm not getting any better!

But this isn't medicine anymore,
this is mania.

There's some things,
just can't be fixed.

- Life without my work...
- Is still life.

This isn't the end.

There are other things that
can give your life meaning.

Like what? Like you?

And this is the part where
you apologize.

This is the part where you leave.

Fine. I can't watch you
do this to yourself anymore.

- Too difficult for you, is it?
- Yes. It is.

It breaks my heart
to see you this way.

- No, don't pity me.
- I'm not pitying you.

Oh yeah, then what are you doing here?
Bringing cheese and wine

like we're old friends
going for a picnic?

We are not friends, Christine.
We were barely lovers.

You just love a sob story, don't you?
Is that what I am to you, now?

Poor Stephen Strange, charity case.

He finally needs me. Another dreg
of humanity for me to work on.

Patch him up and send him back into
the world. Heart's just humming.

You care SO much, don't you?

Goodbye, Stephen.

Come on, man, where's the competition?

You talk a lot.

Jonathan Pangborn, C7-C8 spinal
cord injury, complete.

- Who are you?
- Paralyzed from the mid-chest down.

- Partial paralysis of both hands.
- I don't know you.

I'm Stephen Strange.
I'm a neurosurgeon,

'was' a neurosurgeon.

Actually, you know what, man?
I do know you.

I came to your office once.
You refused to see me.

I never got past your assistant.

You were untreatable.

No glory for you in that, right?

You came back from a place,
there's no way back from!

I'm...

I'm trying to find
my own way back.

Hey, Pangborn, you in or you out?

All right.

I'd given up on my body.

I thought my mind was
the only thing I had left.

I should at least
try to elevate that.

So I sat with gurus
and sacred women.

Strangers carried me to mountain tops
to see holy men.

And finally, I found my teacher.

And my mind was elevated.

And my spirit deepened.

- And somehow...
- Your body healed. - Yes.

And there were deeper secrets
to learn, there.

But I didn't have the strength
to receive them.

I chose to settle for my miracle,
and I came back home.

The place you're looking for
is called Kamar-Taj.

- But the cost, there, is high.
- How much?

I'm not talking about money.

Good luck.

- Heyyy...
- Gimme the ball!

Excuse me, excuse me. Kamar-Taj?

Do you know where Kamar-Taj is?

Kamar-Taj?

Kamar-Taj...

OK...

Look, guys,
I don't have any money.

Your watch.

No, please, it's all I have left.

Your watch.

All right.

You're looking for Kamar-Taj?

Really?
Sure you got the right place?

That one looks a little more...
Kamar-Tajey.

I once stood in your place.

And I, too, was disrespectful.

So might I offer you some advice?

Forget everything you think you know.

All right.

The sanctuary of our teacher,
The Ancient One.

The Ancient One?
What's his real name?

Right.

Forget everything
I think I know. Sorry.

And thank you for... oh!

OK, that's a... a thing.

Thank you, f...

Hello.

Ah, thank you.
And thank you.

Thank you, Ancient One,
for seeing me.

You're very welcome.

The Ancient One.

Thank you, Master Mordo.
Thank you, Master Hamir.

Mr. Strange.

Doctor, actually.

Well, no, not anymore, surely.

Isn't that why you're here?

You've undergone many
procedures. Seven, right?

Yeah.

It's... good tea.

Did you heal a man
named Pangborn?

- A paralyzed man.
- In a way.

- You helped him to walk again.
- Yes.

How do you correct a complete
C7-C8 spinal cord injury?

Oh, I didn't correct it.

He couldn't walk;
I convinced him that he could.

You're not suggesting
it was psychosomatic?

When you reattach
a severed nerve,

is it you who heals it back together
or the body? - It's the cells.

And the cells are
only programmed

to put themselves back together
in very specific ways. - Right.

What if I told you that your
own body could be convinced

to put itself back together
in all sorts of ways?

You're talking about
cellular regeneration.

That's bleeding-edge medical tech.

Is that why you're working here,

without a governing
medical board? I mean...

just how experimental
is your treatment?

Quite.

So, you've figured out a way

to reprogram nerve
cells to self-heal?

No, Mr. Strange,

I know how to reorient the spirit
to better heal the body.

- Spirit, to heal the body.
- That's right.

A-all right, how do we do that?
Where do we start?

Don't like that map?

Oh, no, it's really good.
It's just, you know,

I've seen it before.
In gift shops.

What about this one?

- Acupuncture. Great.
- Yeah?

What about that one?

Showing me an MRI scan!
I cannot believe this.

Each of those maps was
drawn up by someone

who could see in part,
but not the whole.

I spent my last dollar getting here.

A one-way ticket, and you're talking
to me about healing through belief?

You're a man, looking at the
world through a keyhole,

and you spent your whole life
trying to widen that keyhole,

to see more, to know more.

And now, on hearing
that it can be widened

in ways you can't imagine,
you reject the possibility.

No, I reject it because I do
not believe in fairy tales

about chakras, or energy,
or the power of belief.

There is no such thing as spirit!

We are made of matter
and nothing more.

We're just another tiny,

momentary speck within
an indifferent universe.

You think too
little of yourself.

Oh, you think you see through me,
do you? Well, you don't.

But I see through YOU!

What did you just do to me?

I pushed your astral form
out of your physical form.

What's in that tea, Psilocybin? LSD?

It's just tea.

With a little honey.

- What just happened?
- For a moment,

you entered the
astral dimension.

- What? - A place where the soul
exists apart from the body.

Why are you doing this to me?

To show you just how
much you don't know.

Open your eye.

No! Ohhhh, shit!

Oh god! Oh god! No-no-no...

This isn't real, this isn't real
this isn't...

His heart rate are getting
dangerously high.

He looks all right to me.

You think you know
how the world works?

You think that this material
universe is all there is?

What is real?

What mysteries lie beyond
the reach of your senses?

At the root of existence,
mind and matter meet.

Thoughts shape reality.

This universe is only one
of an infinite number.

Worlds without end.

Some, benevolent and life-giving;

Others, filled with malice
and hunger.

Dark places, where powers
older than time lie,

ravenous and waiting.

Who are you in this
vast multiverse, Mr. Strange?

Have you seen that before
in a gift shop?

Teach me.

No.

No. No!

No, no-no-no...!

NO! Open the door!

Please!

Thank you, Masters.

You think I was wrong
to cast him out?

Five hours later,
he's still on your doorstep.

There's a strength to him.

Stubbornness, arrogance, ambition,
I've seen it all before.

He reminds you of Kaecilius.

I cannot lead another
gifted student to power,

only to lose him to the darkness.

You didn't lose me.

I wanted the power
to defeat my enemies.

You gave me the power
to defeat my demons.

And to live within the natural law.

We never lose our demons, Mordo.

We only learn to live above them.

Kaecilius still has the stolen pages.

If he deciphers them,
he could bring ruin upon us all.

There may be dark days ahead.

Perhaps Kamar-Taj could
use a man like Strange.

Don't shut me out.

I've nowhere else to go.

Thank you.

Bed.

Rest.

Meditate.

If you can.

The Ancient One will send for you.

What's this, my mantra?

The Wi-Fi password.

We're not savages.

The language of the mystic arts
is as old as civilization.

The sorcerers of antiquity, called
the use of this language, 'spells'.

But if that word offends your
modern sensibilities, you can...

call it, 'program'.

The source code that shapes reality.

We harness energy

drawn from other dimensions
of the multiverse,

to cast spells,

to conjure shields

and weapons

to make magic.

But...

even if my fingers
could do that,

My hands would just be
waving in the air.

I mean, how do I get
from here to there?

How did you get to
reattach severed nerves,

and put a human spine
back together bone by bone?

Study and practice: years of it.

Hey.

- Mr. Strange.
- Ah, Stephen, please.

- And you are?
- Wong. - Wong.

Just Wong? Like Adele?

Or Aristotle.

Drake. Bono.

Eminem.

The Book of the Invisible Sun.

Astronomia Nova.

Codex Imperial.

Key of Solomon.

- You finished all of this?
- Yup.

- Come with me.
- All right.

This section is for Masters only.

But at my discretion,
others may use it.

You should start with Maxim's Primer.

How's your Sanskrit?

I'm fluent in Google Translate.

Vedic Classical Sanskrit.

What are those?

The Ancient One's private collection.

So they're forbidden?

No knowledge in
Kamar-Taj is forbidden.

Only certain practices.

Those books are far too advanced

for anyone other than
the Sorcerer Supreme.

This one's got pages missing.

That's the book of Cagliostro,
The Study of Time.

One of the rituals was
stolen by a former Master,

the zealot, Kaecilius.

Just after he strung up
the former librarian,

and relieved him of his head.

I am now the guardian of these books.

So, if a volume from this
collection should be stolen again,

I'd know it.

And you'd be dead before
you ever left the compound.

What if it's just overdue, you know?

Any late fees I should know about?
Maiming, perhaps?

You know, people used
to think that I was funny.

Did that work for you?

All right, well, it's been
lovely talking to you,

thank you for the books and
for the horrifying story and...

for the threat upon my life.

We will, now, receive the power
to destroy the one who betrayed us.

The one who betrays the world.

Mastery of the sling ring is
essential to the mystic arts.

They allow us to travel
throughout the multiverse.

All you need to do is focus.

Visualize.

See the destination in your mind.

Look beyond the world
in front of you.

Imagine every detail.

The clearer the picture,
the quicker, and easier,

the gateway will come.

And stop.

I would like a moment alone
with Mr. Strange.

Of course.

- My hands.
- It's not about your hands.

How is this not about my hands?

Master Hamir.

Thank you, Master Hamir.

You cannot beat a river into submission.

You have to surrender
to its current,

and use its power as your own.

I control it by surrendering control?
It doesn't make any sense.

Not everything does.
Not everything has to.

Your intellect has
taken you far in life.

But it will take you no further.

Surrender, Stephen.

Silence your ego

and your power will rise.

Come with me.

- Wait. Is this?...
- Everest.

It's beautiful.

Yeah, r-right, beautiful.

Freezing, but, beautiful.

At this temperature,
a person can last for 13 minutes

before suffering permanent
loss of function. - Great.

But you'll likely go into
shock within the first 2.

- What?!
- Surrender, Stephen.

No, no, don't go!

- How is our new recruit?
- We shall see.

Any second, now.

Oh, no, not again.

Maybe I should...

- Stephen.
- Wong.

- What do you want, Strange?
- Books on astral projection.

- You're not ready for that.
- Try me, Beyonc.

Oh, come on! You've heard of her,
she's a huge star, right?

Do you ever laugh?

Come on, just give me the book.

No.

Once, in this room,
you begged me to let you learn.

Now, I'm told you question every lesson,
prefering to teach yourself.

Once, in this room,
you told me to open my eye.

Now I'm being told to blindly
accept rules that make no sense.

Like the rule against conjuring
a gateway in the library?

Wong told on me?

You're advancing quickly
with your sorcery skills.

You need a safe space
to practice your spells.

You are now inside the
Mirror Dimension.

Ever present but undetected.

The real world isn't affected
by what happens here.

We use the Mirror Dimension
to train, surveil,

and sometimes to contain threats.

You don't want to be stuck
in here without your sling ring.

Hold on, sorry.
What do you mean, threats?

Learning of an infinite multiverse

includes learning of infinite dangers.

And if I told you everything else
that you don't already know,

you'd run from here in terror.

So, just how ancient is she?

No one knows the age of
the Sorcerer Supreme.

Only that she's Keltic
and never talks about her past.

You follow her even though
you don't know?

I know she's steadfast,
but unpredictable,

merciless, yet kind.

She made me what I am.

Trust your teacher.
And don't lose your way.

- Like Kaecilius?
- That's right.

You knew him.

When he first came to us,
he'd lost everyone he ever loved.

He was a grieving, broken man,

searching for answers
in the mystic arts.

A brilliant student, but
he was proud, headstrong.

He questioned the Ancient One
and rejected our teaching.

He left Kamar-Taj.

His disciples followed him
like sheep

seduced by false doctrine.

You mean, he stole the
forbidden ritual, right?- Yes.

What did it do?

No more questions.

- What's that?
- That's a question.

This is a relic.

Some magic is too powerful to sustain,
so we imbue objects with it.

Allowing them to take
the strain we could not.

This is the Staff of the Living Tribunal.

There are many relics.

The Wand of Watoomb.

The Vaulting Boots of Valtor.

They just roll of the tongue,
don't they?

- When do I get my relic?
- When you're ready.

- Think I'm ready?
- You're ready...

when the relic decides
you're ready.

For now,

conjure a weapon.

All right.

Fight!

Fight like your life depended on it!

Because one day, it may.

Wong?

OK.

First, open the Eye of Agamotto.

All right.

Oh my!

Perfect*

Dormammu.

The Dark Dimension.

Eternal life.

Stop!!!

Tampering with continuum
probabilities is forbidden!

I.-I was just doing
exactly what it said in the book!

What did the book say about
the dangers of performing that ritual?

I dunno, I hadn't
gotten to that part, yet.

Temporal manipulations can
create branches in time.

Unstable dimensional openings.

Spacial paradoxes! Time loops!

You wanna get stuck reliving the
same moment over, and over, forever,

or never having existed at all?

They, really, should put the
warnings before the spells.

Your curiosity could
have gotten you killed.

You weren't manipulating the space-time
continuum, you were breaking it.

We do not tamper with natural law!
We defend it.

How did you know to do that?
- Hm?

Where did you learn the litany of spells
required to even understand it?

I've got a photographic memory.

That's how I got my M.D. and Ph.D.
at the same time.

What you just did
takes more than a good memory.

You were born for the mystic arts.

And yet, my hands still shake.

- For now, yes.
- Not forever?

We're not prophets.

When you gonna start telling me
what we are?

While heroes like the Avengers
protect the world from physical dangers,

we sorcerers safeguard it
against more mystical threats.

The Ancient One is the latest
in a long line of Sorcerers Supreme

Going back thousands of years
to the father of the mystic arts,

the mighty Agamotto.

Same sorcerer who created the eye
you so recklessly borrowed.

Agamotto built 3 Sanctums
in places of power,

where great cities now stand.

That door leads to the
Hong Kong Sanctum,

that door to the New York Sanctum.

That one, to the London Sanctum.

Together, the Sanctums generate a
protective shield around our world.

The Sanctums protect the
world, and we sorcerers

protect the Sanctums.
- From what?

Other-dimensional beings
that threaten our universe.

Like Dormammu?

Where did you learn that name?

I just read it in the book
of Cagliostro. Why?

Dormammu dwells in the Dark Dimension.

Beyond time.

He is the cosmic conquerer,
the destroyer of worlds.

A being of infinite power
and endless hunger,

on a quest to invade every universe

and bring all worlds into
his Dark Dimension.

And he hungers for Earth most of all.

The pages that Kaecilius stole.

The ritual to contact Dormammu and
draw power from the Dark Dimension.

Ahh... OK.

OK. Ahm, I...

I'm out. I...

I came here to heal my hands,

not to fight in some mystical war.

London.

Kaecilius!

No!

Wong? Mordo?

Hello?

Hello?

Daniel, I see they made you
master of this sanctum.

Do you know what that means?

That you'll die protecting it.

Stop!

How long have you been
at Kamar-TaJ, Mister...?

Doctor.

Mister Doctor?

It's Strange.

Maybe.

Who am I to judge?

Ha!

You don't know how
to use that, do you?

Ahm...

***

What?

- ***
- Oh, stop it.

- ***
- I said, stop it!

You cannot stop this, Mr Doctor.

Look, I don't even
know what "this" is.

It's the end and the beginning.

The many becoming the few...

becoming the One.

Look, if you're not gonna
start making sense,

I'm just gonna have to
put this thing back on.

- Tell me, Mr. Doctor. - All right, look,
my name is Dr. Stephen Strange.

- You ARE a Doctor?
- Yeah. - A scientist.

You understand the
laws of nature.

All things age.

All things die.

In the end, our sun burns out,

our universe grows
cold and perishes.

But the Dark Dimension...

it's a place beyond time.

That's it, I'm putting
this thing back on.

This world doesn't
have to die, Doctor.

This world can take
its rightful place

alongside so many others,
as part of the One.

The great and beautiful One.*

And we can all live forever.

Really?

What do you have to gain out of

this New Age dimensional utopia?

The same as you.
The same as everyone:

life. Eternal life.

People think in terms
of good and evil,

but really, time is the
true enemy of us all.

Time kills everything.

What about the people you killed?

Tiny, momentary specks within
an indifferent universe.

Yes. You see!

You see what we're doing.

The world is not
what it ought to be.

Humanity longs for the eternal,

for a world beyond time, because
time is what enslaves us.

Time is an insult.

Death is an insult.

Doctor...

we don't seek to rule
this world.

We seek to save it, to
hand it over to Dormammu,

who is the intent of all evolution,

the Why of all existence.

The Sorcerer Supreme defends existence.

What was it that brought
you to Kamar-Taj, Doctor?

Was it enlightenment?

Power?

You came to be healed, as did we all.

Kamar-Taj is a place that
collects broken things.

We all come with the
promise of being healed,

and instead, the Ancient One
gives us parlor tricks.

The real magic she keeps for herself.

You ever wonder how she
managed to live this long?

Right.

I saw the rituals in
the book of Cagliostro.

So, you know.

The ritual gives me the power

to overthrow the Ancient One

and tear her Sanctums down,

to let the Dark Dimension in.

Because what the
Ancient One hoards,

Dormammu gives freely.

Life, everlasting.

He is not the destroyer
of worlds, Doctor,

he is the savior of worlds.

No. I mean, come on.
Look at your face.

Dormammu made you a murderer.

Just how good can his kingdom be?

You think that's funny?

No. No, Doctor.

What's funny is that you've
lost your sling ring.

- Sir, can I help you?
- Get Dr. Palmer, where is she?

Sir, we need to... - Where is she?
- At the nurses station.

Christine!

Stephen? Oh my god. What...

You get me in an operation
theater, now. Just you.

Now! I don't have any time!

- What happened?
- Stabbed. Cardiac tamponade.

What are you wearing?

Chest cavity's clear.

The blood is in
the pericardial sac.

No, no-no-no!
Stephen! Stephen!

Just a little higher.

Please be careful with the needle.

Stephen?

Oh lord, what am I seeing?

My astral body.

- Are you dead?
- No, Christine, but I am dying.

Right. Right.

Yeah. All right. OK.

Holy cow!

I've never seen
a wound like this one.

- What were you stabbed with?
- I don't know.

- I'm gonna to have to vanish now.
- No, what?...

Keep me alive, will you?

OK, OK.

Oh shit!

Stephen, come on.

- Hit me again.
- Stop doing that!

Up the voltage and hit me again.

- Look, your heart's beating!
- Just do it! - But I can...

Ohhh... God!

- Are you OK?
- Hey there.

OK.

After all this time,
you just show up here?

- Flying out of your body?
- Yeah, I know.

I missed you too, by the way.

I wrote you emails, but
you never responded.

Why would I?

Christine, I am so, so sorry.

For all of it.
I mean, you were right,

I was a complete asshole.
I treated you so horribly

and you deserved so much more.

Stop, you're clearly in shock.

I mean, what the hell is happening?

Where have you been?

Well, after Western medicine
failed me,

I headed East and I
ended up in Kathmandu.

- Kathmandu?
- Yeah.

- Like the Bob Seger song?
- 1975, Beautiful Loser, side A.

And I went to a place called
Kamar-Taj and I...

talked to someone
called the Ancient One, and...

- Oh, so you joined a cult.
- No, I didn't. No, not exactly.

I mean, they did teach me to tap into
powers that I never even knew existed.

- Yeah, that sounds like a cult.
- It's not a cult.

- Well, that's what a cultist would say.
- Oh, no.

Wait, Stephen...
what do you think you're doing?

I'm late for a cult meeting.

This is insane.
- Yeah.

- Where are you going?
- Ahmm...

Tell me the truth?

Well, a powerful sorcerer, who gave
himself over to an ancient entity

who can bend the very laws of physics,
tried very hard to kill me,

but I left him chained up
in Greenwich Village,

and the quickest way back there
is through a dimensional gateway

that I opened up in the mop closet.
- OK. Don't tell me. Fine.

I really, do have to go.

Aah!

Strange!

You're OK?

A relative term, but yeah,
I'm OK.

The Cloak of Levitation...

It came to you!

No minor feat.

It's a fickle thing.

- He's escaped.
- Kaecilius? - Yeah.

He can fold space and matter at will.

He folds matter outside
the mirror dimension?

- In the real world?
- Yeah.

- How many more?
- Two.

I stranded one in the desert.

- And the other?
- His body's in the hall.

- Master Drumm is in the foyer.
- He's been taken back to Kamar-Taj.

The London Sanctum's fallen.

Only New York and
Hong Kong remain now

to shield us from
the Dark Dimension.

You defended the New York
Sanctum from attack.

With its Master gone,
it needs another...

Master Strange.

No.

It is DOCTOR Strange.

Not Master Strange, not Mister Strange,

Doctor Strange.

When I became a Doctor,
I swore an oath to do no harm.

And I have just killed a man!
I'm not doing that again.

I became a Doctor to save lives
not take them.

You become a Doctor to save
one life above all others.

Your own.

- Still seeing through me, are you?
- I see what I've always seen.

Your overinflated ego.

You want to go back to the delusion
that you can control anything,

even death,
which no one can control.

Not even the great 'Doctor'
Stephen Strange.

Not even Dormammu?

He offers immortality.

It's our fear of death
that gives Dormammu life.

- He feeds off it.
- Like you feed off him?

You talk to me about controlling death.
I know how you do it.

I've seen the missing rituals
from the book of Cagliostro.

Measure your next words
very carefully, Doctor.

Because you might not like them.

Because you may not know
of what you speak.

- What is he talking about?
- I'm talking about her long life.

The source of her immortality.

She draws power from the
Dark Dimension to stay alive.

That's not true.

I've seen the rituals,
worked them out.

I know how you do it.

Once they regroup,
the zealots will be back.

You'll need reinforcements.

- She is not who you think she is.
- You don't have the right to say that.

You've no idea of the responsibility
that rests upon her shoulders.

No, and I don't want to know.

- You're a coward.
- Because I'm not a killer?

These zealots will
snuff us all out,

and you can't muster the
strength to snuff them first?!

- What do you think I just did?
- You saved your own life!

And then whined about it
like a wounded dog.

- Oh, you would have done it SO easily.
- You've no idea, the things I've done!

And the answer is yes.

- Without hesitation.
- Even if there's another way?

- There is no 'other' way.
- You lack imagination.

No, Stephen,

you lack a spine.

They're back.

We have to end this. Now!

Strange, get down here and fight!

The Mirror Dimension.

You can't affect the
real world in here.

Who's laughing now, asshole?

I am.

They haven't got a sling ring.
I mean, they can't escape, right?

RUN!

Their connection to the
Dark Dimension

makes them more powerful
in the Mirror Dimension.

They can't affect the real world,
but they can still kill us.

This wasn't clever. This was suicide!

That is hilarious.

This was a mistake.

It's true.

She does draw power from
the Dark Dimension.

Kaecilius.

I came to you,...

broken, lost, in need.

and trusted you to be my teacher,
and you fed me lies.

- I tried to protect you.
- From the truth. - From yourself.

- I have a new teacher now.
- Dormammu deceives you.

You have no idea of what he truly is.

His eternal life is not
paradise, but torment.

Liar.

Christine!

Are you kidding me?

Oh my god!

It's not fibrillation,
it's a stunned myocardium

- Neurogenic?
- Yes.

Nick?

We need to relieve the
pressure on her brain.

- She's still dropping.
- We're losing her!

- You need to
increase her oxygen!

- I need a crash cart!
- Her pupils are dilated!

No reflexes. We're not
reading any brain activity.

What are you doing?

You're dying!

You have to return to your
body now, you don't have time.

Time is relative.

Your body hasn't even
hit the floor yet.

I've spent so many years
peering through time,

looking at this exact moment.

But I can't see past it.

I've prevented countless
terrible futures.

And after each one,
there's always another.

And they all lead here,
but never further.

You think this is where you die.

Do you wonder what
I see in your future?

No.

Yes.

I never saw your future,
only its possibilities.

You have such a
capacity for goodness.

You always excelled,

but not because you
crave success,

but because of your
fear of failure.

It's what made me
a great Doctor.

It's precisely what kept
you from greatness.

Arrogance and fear still
keep you from learning

the simplest and most
significant lesson of all.

Which is?

It's not about you.

When you first came to me,

you asked me how I was able
to heal Jonathan Pangborn.

I didn't.

He channels dimensional energy
directly into his own body.

- He uses magic to walk.
- Constantly.

He had a choice,

to return to to his own life

or to serve something
greater than himself.

So, I could have my
hands back again?

My old life?

You could.

And the world would be
all the lesser for it.

I've hated drawing power
from the Dark Dimension.

But as you well know,
sometimes one must

break the rules in order
to serve the greater good.

Mordo won't see it that way.

Mordo's soul is rigid
and unmovable,

forged by the fires of his youth.

He needs your flexibility,
just as you need his strength.

Only together, do you stand a
chance of stopping Dormammu.

I'm not ready.

No man, ever, is.

We don't get to choose our time.

Death is what gives life meaning.

To know your days are numbered,

your time is short.

You'd think, after all this time,
I'd be ready.

But look at me,

stretching one moment out
into a thousand,

just so I can watch the snow.

Are you OK?

I don't understand
what's happening.

I know.

But I have to go right now.

You said that losing my hands

didn't have to be the end,
that it could be a beginning.

Yeah.

Because there are other ways
to save lives.

A harder way.

A weirder way.

Dr. Palmer, to the ER, please.
Dr. Palmer, to the ER.

I don't want you to go.

Stop.

Choose your weapon wisely.

No one sets foot in this Sanctum.

No one.

Kaecilius.

You're on the wrong side
of history, Wong.

- She's dead.
- You were right.

She wasn't who I thought she was.

She was complicated.

Complicated?

The Dark Dimension is volatile,

dangerous.

What if it overtook her?

She taught us it was forbidden,

while she drew on its power
to steal centuries of life.

She did what she thought was right.

The bill comes due.

Don't you see?

Her transgressions led
the zealots to Dormammu.

Kaecilius was her fault.

And here we are, in the
consequence of her deception.

A world on fire.

Mordo, the London
Sanctum has fallen.

The New York one has
been attacked, twice.

You know where they're
going next. - Hong Kong.

You told me once to fight
like my life depended on it,

because one day, it might.
Well, today is that day.

I cannot defeat them alone.

The Sanctum's already fallen.

The Dark Dimension.

Dormammu is coming.

It's too late.

Nothing can stop him.

Not necessarily.

No.

Spell's working.

We got a second chance.

NOOO!

Wong!

I'm breaking the laws of nature,
I know.

Well, don't stop now.

When the Sanctum's restored,
they'll attack it again.

- We gotta defend it.
- Come on!

Get up, Strange. Get up and fight!

We're gonna finish this.

You can't fight the inevitable.

Isn't it beautiful?

A world beyond time.

Beyond death.

Beyond time...

Strange!

He's gone.

Stephen Strange has left
in* surrender to his power.

Dormammu! I've come to bargain.

You've come to die.

Your world is now my world,
like all worlds.

Dormammu! I've come to bargain.

You've come to die.

Your world is now my world...

What is this?

Illusion?

No, this is real.

Good.

Dormammu! I've come to bargain.

You... what is happening?

Just as you gave Kaecilius
powers from your dimension,

I've brought a little power
from mine.

This is time.

Endless, looped time.

You dare!

Oh.

Dormammu! I've come to bargain.

You cannot do this forever.

Actually, I can.

This is how things are now.

You and me, trapped in
this moment, endlessly.

Then you will spend eternity dying.

Yes...
But everyone on Earth will live.

But you will suffer.

Pain's an old friend.

Dormammu!

- I've come to bargain.
- End this!

Dormammu. Dormammu. Dormammu.

You will never win.

No...

but I can lose...

again...

and again...

and again...

and again, forever.

- And that makes you my prisoner.
- No.

Stop. Make this stop!

Set me free!

No.

I've come to bargain.

What do you want?

Take your zealots from the Earth.

End your assault on my world.

And never come back.

Do it, and I'll break the loop.

Up! Get up, Strange.

Get up and fight!

We will finish this.

Isn't it beautiful?

A world beyond time.

Beyond death.

- What have you done?
- I made a bargain.

What is this?

Well, it's...
it's everything you've ever wanted.

Eternal life as part of the One.

But you're not gonna like it.

Yeah, y'know, he really should have
stolen the whole book,

because the warnings...

the warnings come after the spells.

Oh, that's funny.

We did it.

Yes.

Yes, we did it.

By, also, violating the natural law.

Look around you. It's over.

You still think there will be
no consequences, Strange?

No price to pay?

We broke our rules, just like her.

The bill comes due.

Always...

a reckoning.

I will follow this path no longer.

Yeah, OK.

Wise choice.

You'll wear the eye of Agamotto
once you've mastered its powers.

Until then,

best not to walk the streets
wearing an infinity stone. - A what?

You might have a gift
for the mystic arts,

but you still have
much to learn.

Word of the Ancient One's death
will spread through the multiverse.

Earth has no Sorcerer Supreme
to defend it.

- We must be ready.
- We'll be ready.

So, Earth has wizards now, huh?

Tea?

- I don't drink tea.
- What do you drink?

Not tea.

So, I keep a watchlist of individuals
and beings from other realms that

may be a threat to this world.

Your adopted brother, Loki,
is one of those beings.

- A worthy inclusion.
- Yeah.

So, why bring him here to New York?

That's a bit of a long story.

Family drama, that kind of thing,
but, we're looking for my father.

Oh, OK. So, if you found Odin,

you'd all will return
to Asgard, promptly?

- Oh, yes, promptly.
- Oh, great.

Allow me help you.

Can I help you?

They carried you into
Kamar-Taj on a strecher.

Look at you now, Pangborn.

Mordo.

So, what can I do for you, man?

I've been away many months now
and I've had a revelation.

The true purpose of a sorcerer

is to twist things out
of there proper shape.

Stealing power...

perverting nature...

like you.

I've stolen nothing.
This is my power; mine.

Power... has a purpose.

Why are you doing this?

Because I see, at long last,
what's wrong with the world.

Too many sorcerers.

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