All language subtitles for a discovery of witches s02e01

Dr. Diana Bishop.

She's a witch and a powerful one
if her family's anything to go by.

Professor Clairmont.
You're a vampire.

-You're studying vampire genetics?
-Witches and daemons, too.

The work we're doing here
proves the creatures are dying out.

-What about The Book of Life?
-Three pages were cut out.

You think 792 is gonna
help you with your research?

-What is the covenant?
-It forbids interspecies relationships.

Your father set up the congregation
to keep peace amongst the species.

Your brother
has broken that peace.

Your power's extraordinary.

She needs to learn control.

Do you think that you might
just have time-warped?

The witches will think that
Diana has turned her back

on her own kind
and they will come.

What if we hide
somewhere in time?

There has to be somewhere
I can learn about my magic.

My father told me to give this
to the one who has need of it.

I lost that on All Souls' Night
a very long time ago.

They know where you are.
Go now.

What is it, a cloaking spell?

Peter, can you feel it?

The magic she used.

Whatever it is, it's a decoy.

She wants us chasing our tails.
Oh, they were definitely here.

They were wearing these clothes
just moments ago.

Why stop to change if they were
in such a rush to escape?

What if they were
going somewhere

and they couldn't be seen
in modern-day clothes?

She's a timewalker.
She's powerful enough.

Where better to hide from us
than in the past?

Where better to look
for The Book of Life.

Wherever they are,
they can't stay gone forever.

We'll wait.

I'm very good at waiting.

-She will come this year.
-I know it.

We have had
the portents from the north.

I have watched the heavens.

This is the All Hallows
of the prophecy.

I know it.

She will arrive this night,

our fearsome witch.

Where are we?

Not where I had hoped.

This way.

-You know this place?
-Oh, yes.

Very well.

This house is never empty.

Stay behind me.

Who the hell are you?

Matt. Stand down. She's with me.

She is a witch.
I am sure of it.

Master Roydon. We weren't expecting you
for weeks yet.

-Send for Raleigh. He is bewitched.
-Kit... Enough!

Let me make this
exceedingly clear.

I am perfectly well
and in my right mind.

This is Diana.

And if you want to keep
a tongue in your head,

you will speak of her
with respect.

She's here not as my guest,
but as lady of the house.

She is...

She is my wife, Kit.

We should have arrived
in the country.

Sixty miles off course.

I wonder what I did wrong.

You say wrong,
but look where we are.

You got the right year,
the right night even.

-You did it.
-Your wife did it.

Mmm, I'm sorry about that.
Kit can be extremely...

Protective. And suspicious,
as he has every right to be.

Can't believe Christopher
Marlowe is a daemon.

Can't believe
you didn't tell me.

What?

They'll know
that I fed on you,

and they won't understand.

A witch living with a wearh
is strange enough.

-Nowhere?
-A wearh. A vampire.

Promise me that you'll keep it
covered up, always.

Master Marlowe
has sent for Sir Walter

and the Earl
of Northumberland.

Humans, friends,
but we can trust them.

Francoise, find something for Diana
to wear, would you?

Do we still have
some of Louisa's old clothes?

Thank you, Francoise.

The Earl of Northumberland

and Sir Walter...
Sir Walter Raleigh?

You're Matthew Roydon.

The School of Night
Matthew Roydon,

the only member of the group
that we know nothing about.

For good reason.

Now I have to
become him again.

Is that really so bad?

Won't being
in the center of things

make it easier
to find The Book of Life?

I hope so. I just thought that
we could lay low,

get what we need
and get out again. No mess.

Speaking of which,
I really need to deal with Kit.

When did you first
cross paths with her?

-Do you remember?
-Kit.

I'm not under a spell.

Just indulge me.

I'm sorry, old friend.

It wasn't the best way
to tell you, I know.

-I'm not under a spell.
-A witch?

You spoke civilly to one,
I'd be concerned, but married?

I expect you
to take me at my word...

Until you are you again,

I shall imagine you a stranger.

Come in.

Thank you.

Does Matthew's sister
visit often?

You need to come out
of that shift.

Okay.

Who did that to you?

It was...

It was a fellow witch.

Matthew and I...
It hasn't been easy.

Well, don't you mind these
old clothes, Mistress Roydon.

We'll have a nice new wardrobe
for you presently.

Thank you.

And we would
have made faster progress.

Diana, Lord Henry Percy,
Earl of Northumberland

and Sir Walter Raleigh.

It's an honor to meet you.

I don't recognize your accent.
Where are you from?

Cambridge.

I do beg your pardon,
Mistress Roydon.

I'm a little hard of hearing.

-I... I'm from Cambridge, my lord.
-I would not have guessed.

Well, perhaps somewhat
to the west of Cambridge.

Gentlemen,
there are two matters.

Firstly, Diana is in need
of a teacher.

A witch.

Her parents died
when she was very young.

Therefore, she lacks training.

I'm sure between us
we can find someone discreet.

And the other matter?

We need to locate a lost book,
an alchemical manuscript.

The book contains information
about the wilder creatures.

Not the Book of Mysteries?

Surely... The very same.

It has details of the origins
of the three creatures,

if it exists.

It exists.

We must tread carefully.

People will talk
if they see you with a witch.

And if it's discretion you want,
I'd keep that indoors.

Kit may be right, Mistress,
though his manners are wanting.

Your accent, even your choice
of words, sets you apart.

Perhaps it would be wiser
to settle in first.

Fine.

I'll lay low
until I find my feet.

But no one is
keeping me anywhere.

It's too early for bed.
I might sleep for a month.

I have to go out.

Tonight?
What for?

There are certain people
I have to reach out to.

Reorient myself.

I remember the broad strokes
of all of this,

but it has been over 400 years.

We'll find a teacher
in the morning, won't we?

As soon as
I can master my magic,

we'll find the book ourselves.

And we can get home again.

Believe me,

I'm counting on it.

Come, witch.

Sophie?

She must be Sophie's ancestor.
She has to be.

She's a witch and...

The chess piece.

This is how it gets to her family.
That woman becomes my teacher.

What if it was her magic
luring you outside?

No, it wasn't. It was me.
I had a new way of seeing, of knowing.

Matthew. I'm right.
This is a good thing.

You should have waited for me.
How am I supposed to protect you?

-Protect me?
-Yes!

How am I supposed
to protect you

if you won't share things
with me?

All right.

-Where were you tonight?
-I told you,

I had people
I had to reach out to.

So it's okay for me to worry
about you out there alone,

but when I step foot outside...

-That's different and you know it.
-Is it?

You don't protect me, Matthew.
We protect each other.

Book or no book,
neither of us are getting back home

unless I find the right teacher.

This woman, she is a gift.

We should be grabbing it with
both hands, not running scared.

I never run scared
of anything in my life.

I simply won't take risks
where your safety is concerned.

Well, I'm not staying
locked up in here.

So either you find me that witch

or I will go out there
and I'll find her myself.

Good morning.

Morning.

Show me the building
that she came out of

and I'll get Walter
on the case.

That man can find anyone.

Oh!

Thank you. Thank you.

I know it's what
we're meant to do.

Not that I'm complaining,

but I thought you were in
a hurry to get outside.

You said
you were sending Walter.

To find the witch.

I thought that I might show you
something of the city.

Yes.

If, and I mean this,

only if Francoise
has your new clothes ready.

You are not going anywhere
in that monstrosity.

It's over 20 years old
and intended for court.

Matthew de Clermont.

Were you keeping me indoors

because you didn't want to be
seen with a fashion victim?

Well, I mean, look at me.

I do have a reputation
to uphold.

Excellent!

Mistress Roydon.

Yes.

Hey.

Did you always get
this much attention?

Perhaps. I don't recall.

All these people here.
London is still so tiny.

I always told my students that.

Cities of the past
would have smelled awful.

-Trust me, parts of it do.
-Not these parts.

Well, I can always take you
to a tannery yard if you'd like.

Old St. Paul's. It's huge.

Well, it helps not being dwarfed
by a skyscraper too.

I just... I just keep thinking.

Okay, now it finally feels real.

But now it does. Now...

Now it finally feels real.

Well, we should probably
get back then.

Hey.

Come on.

What's wrong?

Damn it.

Surely not. You're mistaken.

He's taken pains
to alter his appearance,

but it was him.

I'm sure of it.

It must be important
to have you so rattled.

I'm not rattled, Diana.

I'm annoyed at myself
for being so careless.

Now it's known that I'm in London,
I have to pay my respects.

It's a waste of time, that's all.

But you won't tell me who he is.

He's no one,
an associate of Kit's.

I should have reported him
right away.

The truth is, I'm not sure
I'll pass muster.

If he wanted details of what
I've been up to then...

Would Kit know?
Can you ask him?

Ask him what?

Could you remind me of
what I was doing last week?

No.

No. I'll take my chances.

We'll get you a teacher.
Find the manuscript.

And we'll get the hell out
of here as soon as we can.

I must go.

And don't leave until I return.

Why don't you have another,
Master Pole?

You're not...

Have I done something wrong?

Tell me.
What was I doing out of London?

This is a test.

They're not concerns,

but leaking of information,
chatter in the ranks.

I 'd never talk, I swear it.

I know. I know, William.

But you were always
a very good listener.

Word was

they sent you up north
to Berwick.

The Scottish king's
got his hands full

rounding up witches.

I heard they had you

keeping him focused on his
own affairs instead of...

Well, you know...

What we're doing down here.

I do.

Go on.

Leave us.

So it's true.

-Explain yourself.
-Forgive me, Lord Burghley,

but you asked me to stay in Berwick
only until my errand was concluded.

Your errand was not
a short-term endeavor.

The seeds of chaos are sown.

The Scottish courts are in disarray.
The witches are divided.

If they're not in hiding, then
they're up in arms against the king.

To tarry longer
would have risked detection.

Unless, of course, your intention
was to have me discovered.

All right.

We shall see how this chaos
of yours plays out.

Very well.

Oh, and Roydon.

I'll have further use for you
now that you're home.

Your methods of persuasion
have been sorely missed.

No slipping away
without my leave. Understood?

Of course, my lord.

Matthew.

The royal seal.

"My trusty shadow..."

Oh, Matthew.

I hope I wasn't unwise
to place my trust in you.

You weren't.

I already knew he was Catholic.
He told me.

Well, if you'd
bewitched him,

he'd tell you anything.

Listen to my heartbeat,
Francoise.

I will not tell a soul what
I've seen up here. I promise.

I suspected that he was a spy.

I just, I hadn't put it
together until now.

He's identifying Catholics.

Betraying his own
people, his faith.

Yes.

He is.

Diana?

You look...

I don't know.

Older.

Well,

that's a first.

-How did it go?
-He remains convinced for now, I think.

Why do you do it?

Because it is
my duty.

To your father.

I was wondering
when he'd come up.

He is in France.
We won't encounter him.

Come to bed.

What?

There's nothing more to say that
you haven't already discovered.

My father needed a spy
in the English court.

I fulfilled that need
and I did it very well.

Until now, apparently.

Not even Philippe de Clermont thought

to factor in time travel
when he gave his orders.

But he knew you were Catholic
when he sent you here.

Of course.

What... Come to bed.

Please.

You're the only thing
that makes sense here.

Master Roydon.
The witch you were seeking.

-Mistress.
-Wearh.

This woman is under my protection.

She's without family
and in need of your assistance.

She shows signs
of being a witch.

We shall see.

As I suspected, she is no witch.

Do not play games.
Truth. Now.

You sought my opinion,
wearh, Now you have it.

I think you do sense
that I have power.

Please.
My magic led me to you, I am sure.

There must be some other way
that you can test my ability.

Consider your answer.

You do not want me
for an enemy.

A true witch can unravel the ties
that bind the order of things.

She can relight a flame

and stop a bell
from ringing.

Well, go on.

Try again, Diana.

I saw her lighting
candles only days ago.

There now.
It is as I told you.

Wait.

Let me try again.

Diana, stop.

Enough.

You can keep your money.
I will have no part of this.

I won't hurt you.

I don't know
what that was,

but you must see,
I need your help.

It's power like yours, that's why
they're hunting us in Scotland.

It's why even here,
we have no peace

from men like
your husband.

Who else thinks
we're married?

Besides your friends
and the servants.

Well, neighbors might
have assumed. Why?

She called you
my husband.

Move those fingers
even a hair

and I'll have your ear, boy.

Matthew, he's a child.

I ought to haul you in front
of the bailiff, young man.

But you won't
and neither will I.

-What's your name?
-Jack, milady.

Jack.
That's a nice name.

Where are your parents?
Your family...

I haven't any, milady.

Had you ever heard anything
about me before today?

No matter how silly
it may sound.

They reckon you're a witch.

I see.

But you're not afraid.

No such thing as witches.

I don't suppose you might know
where the rumors started.

Hmm.

'Course I do.

Nothing happens on Water
Lane that I don't know about.

It was in the tavern.

The one on the corner.

The Lamb.

I hope that what
you saw earlier

won't stop you from helping
us to find the book.

Not at all. I've already written
to a friend in Oxford,

and I'm hopeful they will
assist in the search.

Matt, I'll never be used to
your face without a beard.

Although, I must say, it makes
your lip far easier to read.

Taken out your earring, too.

Many changes since
we saw you last.

Tell me, Walter, have you had a drink
at The Lamb recently?

Nay.
In that rat nest? Hardly.

It's Kit who's never
out of the place.

Why do you ask?

Walter, I'll see you
and Henry tomorrow.

Are you all right, Matt?

Good night, Henry.

You talked about Diana.

Don't even bother
trying to deny it.

Why would I deny it?

I'd do the same again.

I had your loyalty. I know I did.
Where is it now?

-You still have it.
-He can't breathe, Matthew.

Can you not see things
from my perspective?

You're meant to be in
Scotland with Gallowglass.

Not here, married to a witch
with no word of explanation!

You're not yourself, Matthew.

We have to tell him.
You saw what my magic did today.

He's gonna keep making trouble
until I'm gone.

He knows you.

When he hears the truth,
he'll believe it.

You won't get another
chance with me.

I told Walter that
I'm from Cambridge.

And I am.

But not the Cambridge you know.

Cambridge, Massachusetts.
It's a colony in the New World.

I've never heard of it.

Not the New World as it is now,
but of the future.

She claims she is
a time spinner.

My friend,
you are further gone than I thought.

I know that
she's a time spinner

because I traveled
with her here myself.

You?

Matthew is not behaving
like the man he was

because he is not
the man you know.

Not quite.
Not anymore.

Pretend for a moment that
I believe this story.

Where is the Matthew
from this time?

The one who traveled
north but weeks ago.

We're not sure.

It is possible that when we arrived,
he was displaced.

Displaced?

Oh, you do,
you do not mean dead?

No. When we leave, things should
go back to how they were.

Listen to me, Kit.

If you were ever my friend,
be my friend now,

accept us, both of us.

Or you can leave this
house and never come back.

Either way,

if you breathe a word
of this to anyone,

so help me God,

I'll end you.

One of Cecil's men.

Thank you.

Matthew?

He's gone out.

He didn't wake you?

Was he all right?

-Difficult to tell.
-Yes. It often is with him.

Wine?

If you are sincere
in your affection,

then you deserve
a warning.

Your Matthew he is

different.

Gentler, I think.

Being back here,

wearing the cloak
of his old self, it will...

change him, his work, his enemies,
even his allies.

By the end of it, he will not be
your Matthew any longer.

I know what you're doing, Kit.

You think if we go,
you get your Matthew back.

I have wit enough to know
that he has never been that.

You know what I mean.

I have seen Matthew
at his worst,

but I fear you are
out of your depth.

With respect,
you don't know me.

-No.
-No.

When you met him,

he singled you out.

You were entirely uncommon.

Exceptional in a way
that he could not define.

And although there was
a darkness in him,

it was somehow as though
you had always known him.

The way he talked,

it was as if all
those many lifetimes

he had lived before
were just marking time

until he met you.

Stay then, if you must.

But do not for one moment,
assume you know him.

We have a problem.

That book started
this whole nightmare.

One cannot forget
your disdain for witches.

Seeing as witches succeeded
in repelling the armada,

surely their loyalty
is above suspicion.

No one is above suspicion.