All language subtitles for Talamasca.The.Secret.Order.S01E01.We.Watch.And.We.Are.Always.There.1080p.STAN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-FLUX_track3_[eng]

Father, forgive me.

Hey, Paul.
Good morning.

There's something
you gotta see.

From London.

Jasper.
Who else?

Do you think it's real

or just a grotesque attempt
to play clever?

Both.

Soledad signalled a drop,
but never made it.

Freckle in the right eye.

We'll need to replace her.
Now.

She's dead.

A woman we
put in harm's way.

We have to drop this.
This was a warning.

A warning means we're close.

We need to be closer.

Mr. Anatole?
They're ready for you.

Well, that was all
very enlightening.

You're, uh,
near the top of your class.

Law review, Moot Court,
and Mock Trial champion.

Very impressive, Guy.

It's pretty easy to see why
you've made it this far with us.

Your parents
must be very proud.

Yeah.

I do have
one question.

You never applied
for an internship

at this firm or others
during your summer breaks.

I kind of wanted to take
a break when we had our break.

You know, summers.

I didn't see you
in South Hampton.

No, I've never been there.

South Hampton. Any Hampton.

So, I mean,
what did you do on your breaks?

I worked at the library.

The Law library. NYU.

Didn't you spend
enough time there

when school was in session?

Uh... working at this school

was a part
of my scholarship requirement.

How much schooling did
your scholarship pay for?

All. All of it.

Our internship
pays pretty well.

I'm sure arrangements
could have been made.

It's quiet.

At the Library.

I probably should have interned.

Huh.

It's always been a dream
of mine to work here at Cavitt.

Your reputation is... is amazing.

But you already know that.

Well, we appreciate
your time, Guy.

You're a quality candidate.

Any firm would be lucky
to have you.

Well...

Can I ask you something else?

Yes.

What are you looking for?

Not at social events, uh...

not at the Hamptons,
but here in this office.

The work you do.

What are you looking for?

The finest legal minds
money can buy.

Then don't let
this opportunity pass

without knowing who I am.

Who I really am.

You asked me
if my parents are proud of me.

My dad skipped town before I was
born, and my mom was a junkie

who overdosed on heroin
when I was 9.

Worst day of my life.

And look, I've never been
to the Hamptons.

But then again, my grandfather
didn't own a mansion there.

I won't be joining your
social clubs, your committees,

because, well, let's face it,

I wouldn't be admitted
to any of those anyway.

So weekends, nights,
we won't be hanging out.

You probably won't be seeing me
because I'll be here.

I'll be working.

I'll be making money for you
and you and you,

and you'll say,
"That is every young associate,

son," but it's not.

I'm different. Me.

And maybe, yeah, just maybe,

right now, I am the finest
legal mind money can buy.

We have the strength.

...to go beyond the boundaries
of what I'm comfortable with.

It's a gift.
Not a curse, sweetie.

Are you alright there?
Yeah.

Hey, look. I'm sorry.
Back there, I was out of line.

Out of line? You--
You fucking killed it!

You threw it right back
in our faces.

That's good?
Yeah. Good. Very good.

We don't-- We don't hire people
who take shit.

Look, I got you.
Alright?

You-- You're--
You're in.

Welcome to Cavitt.

Really?
Yeah.

That's great.

That's great.
Oh, God.

Sorry.
Oh, the look
on Bennett's face.

And what you said
before you left the room.

I was screaming in my head for
you to stand up for yourself.

And then at that exact moment,
you did.

It's almost like you heard me
or something.

Strange.

Well, great minds...

Great minds.

Something
I can help you with?

A moment of your time.

You can learn a lot
by following somebody.

How they walk, how
their eyes dance in the street,

how they interact
with the world.

What's this?
Our organization.

We want to hire you.

Oh, I already have a job,
so...

At Cavitt and Associates.

How do you know that
I have a job at Cavitt?

We watch.

And you're always there.

Okay, but, uh, I'm pretty happy
with my career path, so...

Don't you want to know
what we do?

It pretty much says it
right here on the card.

Guy.

We've done our due diligence,

and we believe your life's
true purpose lies with us.

And how much does "true purpose"
go for these days?

Do you have any idea what
Cavitt's starting salary is?
No. A lot?

We can match it, if money's
so very important to you.

I'll compensate you
to hear me out.

Say 5,000?

Oh, okay.

What is this?
An offer.

To hear you out?

Five grand?

Mm-hmm.

No strings?
No.

Well, I'm all ears.
There's an address
on the card.

Meet me there
at quarter past 4:00.

It's time, Guy.

Woman 2: What about the kids?
Woman 3: You do.
You're a grandma.

Who is it?

Larry.

Open the damn door.

Hey, look, Larry.
I'm sorry.

Three months, Guy.

If it was one,
it'd be different.

Two, maybe. But three?

My rent is covered because
I collect everyone else's, man.

I know, look...

I got a job.
I got a great job.

Excellent news. Pay me.

It hasn't quite started yet.

You got until Friday.

Yes?

Through that door.

How much does it cost you
to clear this place out?

No need. It's private.
Oh. It's private?

What, so nobody gets
to come up here?

Not often.

And you work here?
Live here.

You live... here?

There are a few apartments
on the top floor.

Small, but functional.

Well, I'm still trying
to wrap my brain around this.

Our organisations
have a shared interest.

We like books.

Oh, "we"?
Mm.

And, uh, "we" have the money
you promised?

You don't trust me?

Should I?

Perhaps not.

Okay, look.

I just came here because I'm
currently dead-ass broke,

and I am absolutely, 100%,

not taking whatever job
you're offering here.

So all this...
is not fair to you.

So you believe in fairness?

Of course.
And that people
should treat one another fairly?

Sure.
Even if they're different?

Even if their traits
and lifestyle's unlike yours?
Yeah.

Unless we're talking
about cannibals

or Manson or something.

The definition of fairness is
the quality of making judgments

that are free
from discrimination.

And I'm going to guess
that is

the literal definition
of fairness.

Look it up.

Deal is a deal.

Okay.

Shoot your shot.

We're a private organization

that has been around
a long time.

A very long time.

We don't operate for profit,
but we're extremely well funded.

We have offices, which we call
Mother Houses, in New York,

London, Paris, Rome, Amsterdam,
Hong Kong, and New Orleans.

And what do you do
in all these "Mother Houses"?

Primarily endeavours
of academia and discovery.

You're a think tank.
In a way, yes.
In another, no.

We chronicle historical notes
and keep tabs on certain groups.

You're a spy?
No. Well, not exactly.

But you're a nonprofit

and you're offering
more than Cavitt?

We'll never run short
of funds.

Anyone working with us
has everything

in their life
taken care of.

CIA? MI6?
No, no, no, no.

Blackwater?

We attempt to do good

by protecting
the equilibrium of society.

Uh, Soros?
Uh, Koch Brothers?

Talamasca.

Which in Latin means--

Animal mask.

Oh. Who's in charge
of branding?

Okay.
Endeavours of academia.

So, what,
you write textbooks?

We're interested in
the world of the supernatural.

Tell me, Guy.

Why'd you go to law school?

Because I want to be
a lawyer.
Why?

Because I want to make
lots and lots of money.

A very cynical goal.

Well, you got me.
I'm a cynic.

Let's just say I've seen a lot.

And heard a lot?

Why me?

Why do you want me?

I know what you're doing.

You're trying to listen in.
It won't work on me.

I'm trained from childhood.

If I want you to know
something, you will.

You're not a cynic, Mr. Anatole,
nor a defeatist,

nor a misanthrope.

You believe that the world is,
or ought to be, innately good.

You went to law school to hide.

Hide from what?

Yourself.

You have a rare talent, Guy.

A talent that you conceal.
You're the one hiding stuff.

I don't know any more than
when I walked in here.

Not really.

There's only so much
I can share

until we're farther
down the road.

Ladies and gentlemen,
this is your captain speaking.

We're about to make our descent
into Sarasota Airport.

The local time is 11:35 A.M.

Temperature
is 75 degrees Fahrenheit.

Please make sure your
seat backs and tray tables

are in their full
upright position.

And make sure your seatbelt
is securely--

Hi, Mom.

You look really good,
Guy.

So do you.

So what year are you
in college?

Law school.
I just, uh, graduated.

That's wonderful.
Oh.

We're very proud of you.

Yeah. Thank you.

So you like Florida?

Yeah. Condo is paid for.
That was nice.

Who paid for it?

Oh. We did.

That was confusing
the way I said that before.

Someone gave me this.

Stranger.

I'm not sure
how they got it.

Um. Oh, no.

Santa, maybe?

I always wondered something.

How'd you come
to foster me?

Hey, hey, hey.
You're afraid.

Why?

Why are you afraid?

Look, honey,
I'm not supposed to...

We signed something,
a Non--

Disclosure Agreement.

Just how'd you wind up
with me?

Tell me that much.
I think I deserve to know.

Um...

This nice woman
reached out to us.

We fostered a child
for a few years before--

This woman...

This nice woman...

What do you remember
about her?

Sh-- She was--
She was fancy.

She-- She had an accent.

Talamasca.

Let them help you, Guy.

This is hard to say,
but...

...you weren't an easy kid.

You didn't fit in.
You were in your own world.

And the other kids
called you a freak.

But they fixed that.

They fixed that.

Look at all
they've done for you.

All they've done for me?

What have they done
for me?

Oh, I'm in trouble.

Look, honey,
I really have to go.

I, uh, um...

Well, it was really good
to see you, Guy.

Mom.

Mom!

Mom!

Ruth!

You tell me exactly
what they've done for me.

Everything.

Uh. Excuse me.
Uh, ma'am?

Uh, this popped up in a flight
manifest cross search.

Uh, it's a travel itinerary.

Archie's on the move again.

Last five months,
from Istanbul to Bratislava

to Bern to Madrid
and now London.

Rest assured, some poor soul
won't be happy to see him.

Thank you, Jay.

Jasper sent for him.

This certainly accelerates
things.

Why does his news seem
to make you happy?

It confirms our suspicions.

Your suspicions?

Very well mine.

Doesn't exist,
but if we engage any further,

we're going to lose our jobs.

752 is real.
And it's in London.

Something
I can help you with?

Turnabout's fair play.

You placed me
with the Anatoles.

We selected them. Yes.

Selected?

How long?

How long have
you been involved with my life?

Since you were orphaned.

You checked
several boxes--

Disjointed home life,
isolated,

smart, secretive,
an intense desire to belong.

What about my family?

The Anatoles?
No. My real family.

I know little more
than you.

You first came on our radar
through a school counsellor

who recognised your struggles
and your gifts.

Sit with me.

Please.

You hear things
others cannot.

We suspect you could converse
with someone

who shares that talent.

You're very,
very special, Guy.

I was bused to the best
public high school in Detroit.

Full scholarship to Penn.
Law degree at NYU.

All paid for.
You're quite welcome.

And it was all bullshit.
I didn't earn any of it.

You earned all of it.

Perhaps we guided
your choices a bit,

but without us,
your academic path and success

would have been
just as triumphant.

This is wrong.
This is so wrong.

You curated my life
so that I could do what?

To sit in a library
and read antiquated books?

We gently supported
your life to allow you

to make use of your talents.

We have a specific need
in London at present.

Doing what exactly?

You'd be read in
at the appropriate time.

For this to work,

it must work for both of us.

But before you decide,
I'd like you to meet someone.

Who?
Someone able to answer
questions that I cannot.

Walk with me.

You knew I was following you.

I knew you'd want answers.

Hey, what's in London?
I don't even have a passport.

Oh, don't worry, we've
already taken care of that.

Where are you taking me?
You'll see.

Hey, wait!

This is The Dakota.

Yes, it is.

We're going up
to the penthouse.

You're kidding me.

Thank you, Frank.

My pleasure, ma'am.

Okay, so what the hell
do you really do?

And you can spare me
the "saving the world" bullshit.

The Talamasca tracks,
observes,

and occasionally intervenes
in obfuscates in shadow worlds.

Tracking, observing,
and interfering with whom?

Immortals.

Vampires, Witches,
Ghosts, Demons.

What, no zombies?
No such thing.

You watch too much telly.

Oh, wait.

You're serious?

I'm being completely
forthcoming.

Because we trust you.

Well, this is insane.
You're insane.

You're telling me that this--

that everything
was about...

Oh, well, you guys have wasted
a lot of time and money,

because there's a problem.

There's a really big problem.
Which is?

I don't believe in Witches,
Vampires, Ghosts, or Demons.

Oh, nobody does.

Until they meet one.

I was hoping it was you.

Nice to see you, Pretty.
Is this a good time?

For you
it's always a good time.

Meet Guy.

Oh. Welcome, Guy.
Come, come. Come in.

Burton is expecting you.

Burton?

And, uh, Burton's a--

Vampire. Yes.
Be nice. We're guests.

Tea?
Yes, please.

And for you, handsome boy?

I'm fine.

♪ I can't sleep,
you just won't let me be ♪

How does a vampire get approved
for a Dakota penthouse?

I vouched for him at court.

Yoko chimed in,
which didn't hurt.

Burton, darling.

My dear,
I've missed you.

Of course you have.
It's been too long.

No.

I haven't worn this
in over a hundred years.

I don't know how you found it,
but thank you.

And who's this beautiful boy?
Is he a gift, as well?

This is Guy.
A friend of ours.

No.

Oh.

Mm.

So...

How may I be of assistance?

Guy's intrigued
by our dysfunctional family.

I was hoping you two
might converse over the subject.

He's here because, frankly,
he doesn't believe in you or me.

Thank you, Pretty.
Mm.

Very well.

It's real. All of it.
Happy?

I should think
my gift is sufficient

for a more thorough interview.

I've-- I've come to hate
that word because of you.

Why in the world
would you publish this?

You know very well
I had nothing to do with that.

Take it up with Amsterdam.

I don't give an Amsterdam.

And you? Have you read this?

No.

Makes one of you.

Oof!
We need to go shopping.

Just a friend whispering
in your ear.

If-- If you can
hear me, nod your head.

I'm not a poodle begging
for a treat.

Of course I hear you.

And you hear me
speaking to you.

Our lady friend seems to think
that you are quite special.

But I'm not so sure.

Painful to listen,
isn't it, dear?

Yes.
You know why?

You view it as a crime.

You're a petty thief,
and right now

you're stuffing candy
in your pockets

and racing away
before you get caught.

The adrenaline hurts.

You need to understand
that the candy is yours.

It belongs to you.

Now, but if it's more
than candy that you want,

well, then you have to learn
to be more stealthy.

More specific.

It takes skill to be
a master thief.

You'll get better at it.
Go slowly.

Learn to accept the pain.

I've had a several centuries'
head start.

How old are you?

39 or 384, depending on how
you gauge time.

And you're a, um, a Vampire?

Card carrying.

Though, I'm not happy with what
that word has come to represent.

it's clearly
cultural appropriation.

Halloween, Death metal,
Goth...

I mean,
don't even get me started.

And when we're
not being foolishly imitated,

we're being unfairly excoriated,

as if somehow I'm what's wrong
with the world.

Hey, fella.
Ah!

I'm sorry.
What just happened?

Sit down, Guy.
He's just showing off.

Next question.

I've locked you out,
so you can quit trying.

The snap's just for theatrics.

Magicians call it the Prestige.

Ah.

So this is a performance?

Why do you need
the Talamasca?

Why do you need her?

Oh, God. Please.

I'm the prisoner guilty
of his sins.

The inmate who loves his jailer.

The rebellious teenager
who looks up to his parents

because I need purpose in life.

Which is a terrible burden

when your life is forever.

You are a fool.

A useful idiot
with a parlour trick

you can't even control.

And you...

You're tired of all this.

It's not fun anymore.

How are you doing that?

You turned
against your own kind.

You betrayed them.
And you hate yourself for that.

The sun is finally do--

It's very dangerous
to have a gift,

yet not understand its power.

Your mind
is a two-way street.

Fuck.

How did I get out here?

You opened the window.

You made me do it.

I merely offered you
a suggestion.

A suggestion
that you were open to.

Now take
one itty bitty step forward.

Trust me or resist me.

You think you came here
to see a Vampire?

You're here for my approval.

Congratulations.
I see why she's so fond of you.

For a mortal,
you are remarkable.

But hear me well, friend.

My previous associates
won't appreciate you as I do.

They won't play nice.

They will try to bend you
and mould you

and take you.

Are you coming?

They're lying to you.

The dawn of a new day.

Guy.

What's wrong?

You do realise you're gonna
get that poor boy killed.

Guy.

Guy.

Please.
What if I died up there?

What if I died?
There's nothing
he could throw at you

that you wouldn't throw
right back at him.

You're that gifted.
Oh, yeah, right.

I'm so gifted that he had
me dangling from a ledge.

When you spoke to him privately,
what did you feel?

That he was innately good
or bad?

I don't know.

And what of me?

You?

You're both.

Wait.

Guy, I'm sorry for everything.
For all of it.

It's a dangerous game. I can't
blame you for walking away.

In fact...

...perhaps you should.

Just a friend
whispering in your ear.

They're lying to you.

Trust me or resist me.

They won't play nice.

Try to bend you...

and mould you...

and take you.

"The room concussed,

and then Louie's voice,
'Daniel. Daniel.'

I rose from my chair,

dust and damage
in all directions,

shuffling to the living room
to see the plane,

which was merely a body
crumpled below a fissured wall.

Armand
avoiding the eyes of Louie,

who stood over him like a tidal
wave, pondering its descent."

Okay, so who wants
my hand in their jacket?

To Willa with an A.

Thank you.

Hi.
Hi.

Page 227.

Thanks.

Hey, sweetheart.
Woman 4: Hi.

Can I say sweetheart
in a bookstore these days?

Step into the light.

What do you want?

Page 227.

Anna Leamas.

What about Anna Leamas?

She was my mother.

Like I give a shit.

You wrote about her
in your fucking book.

I wrote about a Vampire.
Your mother was a footnote.

What did you know
about her?

Only what I was told.

What do you know about her?
Only what I was told--

that she was an addict
who died when I was 9.

This is about
the 752.

Stop it!

I have a thing about people
fishing around in my head

without asking first.

I didn't write page 227.

They did.

Talamasca.
What?

Talamasca.
Oh, wait.

Did you mean
the Talamasca?!

You don't think
they're watching right now?

Come on, man.
You're a clairvoyant.

Then why would they put
my mother's name in your book?

I don't know.

What's 752?

Uh, 749 plus 3.

The monthly payment
on a new Prius.

Something to do with your mom.

They're using you, kid.

Pull out your phone.

I don't like being rewritten.

I did some digging.

Look closely.

Was everyone wearing Lululemon
when you were 9?

She's alive.

Tomorrow morning,
you'll wake up

and convince yourself
that any good son

would want to save his mother.

Don't.

And if I did want to?

Where would I start?

Ask them.

Maybe I will.

Now get out of here before
I do something I'll regret.