All language subtitles for Gargoyles - S02 E12 - City of Stone, Part 4 (480p - DVDRip)

(Goliath) One thousand years
ago, superstition and the sword ruled.

It was a time of darkness.
It was a world of fear.

It was the age of gargoyles.

Stone by day, warriors by night.

We were betrayed by the
humans we had sworn to protect,

frozen in stone by a magic
spell for a thousand years.

Now, here in Manhattan...

the spell is broken,
and we live again!

We are defenders of the night.

We are gargoyles-.

Previously on "Gargoyles":

Let this mark the
beginning of a golden age

between all our clans,
both human and gargoyle.

(all) By their acceptance
are they consigned,

forever and eternal bound,

and each the
other's pain resound.

Canmore, you are henceforth
banished to England.

You are the cause of all this!

Macbeth has spared your
life, boy. Don't throw it away.

I can tell you what happened. Everyone was
turned to stone like a bunch of statues.

The spell is designed to
end when the sky burns.

We'll fly over the
city carrying these

packs. At a preset
time, the gas will ignite.

The sky will
appear to be on fire.

I thought I'd rid myself
of you long ago, human.

(BTOHX growls)

It's all right, my pet. Shh.

There. Your little
human friend is safe.

For now.

I can keep occupied by destroying
Xanatos and Goliath instead.

I hope they like surprises.

Because they're
going to get a big one.

Their gas packs will explode too soon
to ignite the sky and break the spell.

And far too soon
for them to survive.

- (growls)
- Won't that be fun?

And once the others are gone, my laser
cannon will take care of you and Owen,

and especially her.

(growls)

And there will be no
one left to stop me.

No one, Demona?
You've forgotten about me.

With the inhabitants of
this city frozen in stone,

it wasn't hard to spot all
those robots and gargoyles

taking off from the
world's tallest building.

So I investigated and found
exactly who I was looking for.

You're too late. You can't
save them. No one can.

I am not here for
them, I am here for you.

I want it over between us.

(yelling)

Hold steady, men.

(howling)

- Surrender, Hunter.
- Never.

(whinnies)

Fall back to me.

We'll meet again, Hunter.

To me, my warriors.

Regroup. This
night is not yet over.

Macbeth!

- The Hunter is defeated?
- Not this night, but soon, Macbeth.

Together, we will triumph.

Hey, leave off.

I have business
to attend, my lady.

What have you to tell me that
Demona cannot hear, Bodhe?

Quickly, before Luach leaves
to gather reinforcements.

I must speak of
Demona and her kind.

The English believe the
Hunter's tales of their evil.

This concerns me how?

The English rid their land
of gargoyles years ago.

If you forswear them, the
Hunter will lose his English allies,

since they are here but
to destroy these creatures.

Demona and her kind are all
that stand in the way of peace.

- I see.
- Father, why are you listening to this?

The gargoyles have
fought with courage.

We might not have won this night,
but neither did we lose. To betray them...

A wise king considers
all of his options, Luach,

and then makes his choice.

(yelling)

- My lord.
- What news of Demona?

The gargoyles have deserted.

No, this cannot be.

Our whole defense was
planned around their aid.

We are overwhelmed, lord. The
English outnumber us five to one.

(yelling)

Grouch!

My love, help me.

Luach's reinforcements will not
come in time. The battle is lost.

- Then we must flee. Quickly.
- I cannot.

Husband, for the kingdom to survive,
you must live to fight another day.

We must hurry, before
they find us gone.

(man) Welcome.

The time for masks is over.

- Should I recognize you, sirrah?
- I am Canmore, son of Duncan.

The true king of Scotland.

You do remember
Duncan, don't you, cousin?

You murdered him
and stole his crown.

I mean to buy it
back. With your blood.

So the young prince
is all grown up?

Canmore, your father was an
evil man who deserved his fate.

But you were just a boy then.

So I offer one last opportunity
for forgiveness and mercy.

He will not require
it, but you will.

- (gasps)
- Demona!

First desertion,
and now betrayal.

Why?

I merely offer you a sample
of what you planned for me.

I planned for you to
govern by my side.

Now, because of you,
my kingdom is in flames.

Spare me your righteous
outrage, Macbeth.

I know you would have betrayed me and
my kind to win the approval of the English.

Never would I have done so.
We have been allies for 37 years.

Too long, it seems.

No!

So the rumors were true.

Macbeth and the gargoyle
were linked by sorcery.

When one dies, both die.

And I remain victorious.

She betrayed Macbeth. It was only a matter
of time before she would have betrayed us.

A good thing we had the rest
of her clan destroyed as well.

Her kind was an abomination.
They did not deserve to live.

And am I next, O mighty Hunter?

Sir, Luach and his reinforcements
approach. They outnumber us.

I have no quarrel
with you, Lady Gruoch.

Mother.

No!

Father, no.

Father!

The Hunter and his
English dogs will pay for this!

The king is dead.

Long live Luach,
high king of Scotland.

Mother, we must go.

One last moment alone.

Please.

Goodbye, my husband,
my love, my king.

- I know the pain is great, child.
- But you are unharmed.

Waken now to the fate
you have made for yourself.

You fool! Macbeth did not betray you.
Canmore did. He destroyed your clan.

You are the last of
your treacherous kind.

You lie!

See for yourself, then.
Go and search for your kin.

Search until you and your kind
are but a nightmare memory.

(mars)

(gasps)

Poor Macbeth. Canmore was
wrong about you and Demona.

He said when one dies, both die.

But when one lives, both live.

And thus you both
shall live eternally linked,

sharing each other's
pain and anguish.

With no release until
one destroys the other.

Only then shall
both finally perish.

Together.

Grouch.

Away! You are a ghost.

No spirit, my love, but
flesh, even as you are.

- How can this be?
- I do not know.

But as I live, I
must get to Luach.

Together we can
still win this battle.

No. Luach wears your crown.

You are already
accused of sorcery.

Even your loyal
Scotsmen will fear you now.

The only hope of victory for your son
and your country is for you to remain dead.

But I am not dead.

Then you must
disappear. Leave Scotland.

And me. Forever.

- Och, it's the only way.
- Come with me.

We cannot both abandon our son.

No. No, we cannot.

I will always love you.

I have hunted you through
the centuries for my vengeance.

Take off that mask. You
aren't fooling anyone, Macbeth.

It looks like your plan
will work, Xanatos.

I had no doubt about that.

I'm more worried about that beast
of yours shredding my tapestry.

What tapestry?

The 12th-century piece on the south
wall. Bronx was clawing at it when we left.

We must return to the castle.

I wear this as a reminder
of your treachery.

Let's not start that again.

You blame me, I blame you.
Aren't you tired of talking about it?

I'm not here to talk.

Then what? You know the rules.

Killing me will gain you
nothing but your own death.

After this long a lifetime,
I have no fear of that.

And no desire to live in the
kind of world you're creating.

Revenge is a dish best
eaten cold, Demona.

And I have waited
900 years for this meal.

(mars)

My turn, old friend.

Demona!

This is bad.

The gas packs are set to detonate
about ten minutes prematurely.

- You must stop them.
- She's changed the access code, locked it.

Demands the only one who
can save the city and your friends.

Bronx, guard Elisa.

Stop this madness.

They're not going to listen to reason.
Take them down. We'll sort it out after.

You're not the only one
with weapons, laddie.

No! Killing her
won't solve anything.

- Death never does.
- He's right, Macbeth.

Duncan was afraid that your
father would make you king.

Did your father's death
stop you from becoming king?

No.

You wanted revenge for your father.
Did Gi||ecomgain's death settle that score?

No.

Did your own death save
your son Luach from Canmore?

No.

Death is never
the answer. Life is.

I'm just so tired.

Then sleep, Macbeth.

Normally, I'd be
fascinated by all this,

but I need that access
code to save my city.

You must give them the code.

I will have vengeance
for the betrayal of my clan.

Vengeance for my pain.

- But who betrayed your clan?
- And who caused this pain?

The Vikings destroyed my clan.

Who betrayed the
castle to the Vikings?

The Hunter hunted us down.

Who created the Hunter?

Canmore destroyed
the last of us.

Who betrayed Macbeth to Canmore?

Your thirst for vengeance
has only created more sorrow.

End this cycle, Demona.

Give us the code.

The access code is "alone."

(sighs)

What are you looking at?

Ah!

You tricked me. You
had me under a spell.

None of this was my fault.

It was the humans,
always the humans.

- You have learned nothing.
- Nothing but your lies.

I will still have my revenge!

(strains)

You are tired.

Sleep.

- What do we do with them?
- We have written their stories.

They are our responsibility.

They are our children.

Wait.

Who are you? What are you?

That is a story for another day.

Magnificent.

(gasps)

It worked. They're back.

(cheering)

Goliath, what's going on?

You'll forgive me if I
just shake your hand?

Of course. I'm quite
glad the plan worked.

Goliath, we made a good team.

You know, all this time, I've
wondered why I let you creatures live.

Now I know. You come
in handy now and then.

As do you.

Occasionally.