All language subtitles for El Club De Las Cosas Mágicas S02E09[eng]

This is ridiculous.
Why are we carrying a flying carpet?

- Exactly what I said to Maxwell.
- Can we just get it put away?

Take it easy going
around the corner.

Back it up a bit.
- Careful!

Is it broken?

Uh. I, uh... I don't think so.

- Not that I even know what it is.
- Well, well.

I had no idea
this was even in the library.

What is it?

Temperavus. It allows
the user to travel through time.

A time machine?

- You're kidding!
- Not in this instance.

You turn the dials to specify the time,
date and the geographical location.

- Can we give it a try?
- Absolutely not, Darra.

Time travel is dangerous
at best and catastrophic at worst.

Now, after this carpet is stowed,
you can all go and wait quietly

- until your parents arrive.
- At which point you sing our praises

and tell our parents
we're all magical superstars?

You'll just have to wait and see.

Thanks very much for coming in.
It's lovely to see you both.

As you know, Ruksy
is the youngest in the school.

And we worry about her.

We work long hours and don't have
a lot of time to help Ruksy study.

We want her to have
the chances that we never had.

You don't have a thing to worry about.

Ruksy's keeping up without a problem.
She's very much our brightest student.

You should be very proud.

Sorry Sean couldn't make it,
you know how it is.

The dear boy never sleeps.

So, Lily, a very good year so far.

Lily's doing an excellent job
managing the Bureau.

She's actually showing
real management potential.

Lily in management?

Who would have thought?

Dad better be careful.
I might take over his job.

- I'm sure Dad'll be here soon.
- Yeah, when it suits him.

- Maxwell.
- Jared.

Stuck in traffic, were you?
Or did you just forget?

Shall we get started?

- I'm on a clock.
- Of course.

First up, Imogen has had
an excellent semester.

Her investigative work is outstanding,
and if she continues to perform,

she's well on track to enter the DMI.

Well done, sweetheart.

Darra, however, is the real surprise.

His attention and focus this year
has improved in leaps and bounds.

Excellent. That will be most helpful

- when he starts working for me.
- Dad.

Having a respectable position
in a reputable firm

is better than a lowly job in the DMI.

Wouldn't you agree, Maxwell?

Don't you think
you should be asking me that?

Thanks for your time, Professor.

Dad.

Can you just stop treating me
like I'm a child?

I'm old enough
to make my own decisions.

Very well. If you want
to follow your dreams, go ahead.

- Thank you.
- But you'll get no help from me

- or anyone else.
- Dad, that's not right.

You're my son. I care about your future.

Funny way of showing it.

When you have a family
of your own, you'll understand.

Sorry you had to see that.

Let's move on.
We can do your interview here.

Now, to your excellent results.

Oh.

It just confirms what I already knew.
Dad doesn't care about me.

- I don't think that's true.
- Let's talk about something else.

Well, I've been thinking about the keys.

- We know there were three, right?
- So?

So, why didn't Magnus
ever mention the third key?

- Maybe he didn't know there were three.
- He must've known.

Why didn't he mention it in his journals?

- "Journals"?
- Sorry, journal.

No.

- What?
- What if you're right?

What if there was a second journal?

His final entry is about
his failure to get the second key.

- There's no mention of another journal.
- What are the numbers?

Phone numbers?
Did they have phones in 1919?

Yes, they did, but those numbers
are geographical coordinates. Here.

Longitude and latitude.

That's west of the city
of Hue in Central Vietnam.

So, if Magnus started
a new journal about the third key,

- that could be where it was.
- What are the last eight numbers?

Two, nine, zero, eight,
one, nine, one, nine.

The 29th of August, 1919!

But knowing where and when
doesn't help us get the second journal.

No way. Remember
what Maxwell said about time travel?

He was just exaggerating to warn us off.

Come on,
don't you actually wanna see

if it's possible to travel back in time?

I can't believe
I'm letting you talk me into this.

I can't believe
we're actually gonna see him for real.

Yeah, if this thing works.

We should test it, do a short trip.

And I know where and when.

Do you think
that's the go button?

One way to find out.

It didn't work.

I'm old enough
to make my own decisions.

- We're still in the same place.
- Wait.

Very well.

If you want to follow your dreams,

- go ahead.
- Come on.

But you'll get no help
from me or anyone else.

Dad, that's not right.

Why did you have to bring me back
to this train wreck?

You're my son!

- Watch your dad's face.
- I care about your future.

Funny way of showing it.

When you have a family
of your own, you'll understand.

Hey, he does care about you.

Yeah. Whatever.

This thing works. Let's do this.

Probably just Ladder.

Now, to your excellent results.

Wow.

We're not in the library anymore.

Try it again.

Our fuel's not getting through.

Ah!

I've spent six weeks
in this stinking jungle for nothing,

and I want out. Fix it!

That's him, Magnus Sorenson.

The magical outbreak should be here.

What are we supposed
to be looking for, anyway?

I'll be home by six.
Anything you want me to pick up?

Gross!

No, not you, love.
Something here really stinks.

Oh, good.
Well that's great.

The kids love my sundaes...

What's up with my voice?

I think I know
what the magical outbreak is.

There might be water in the fuel line.
I'll have to flush it.

Just get it running.

There's no journal.

Now what?

We know he's looking for the third key,
so we hang back and we follow him.

Well, well.

And what have we here?

I wouldn't.

I can't smell anything.

Because you're not
on the bridge, where the magic is.

Then why don't we go onto the bridge?

Because we don't know
what kind of magic we're dealing with.

- Going onto the bridge would be stupid.
- So, I'm stupid, am I?

I was just pointing out
that we need to be careful.

- In that condescending tone?
- Listen, you two!

We're on a mission.

Leave the personal stuff
for outside Bureau hours. Okay?

Ruksy, you and Imogen go
back to the library

and see what you can find out
about magical odors.

- Peter and I will hang here.
- Good call. Come on.

I know this is hard for you and Ruksy,
but you have to find a way.

No wand on her. Only these.

Here we are...
100 kilometers from anywhere...

and an elf and a human girl turn up.

An unlikely occurrence, wouldn't you say?

So, tell me... and mind you don't lie...

why are you here?

Have you come to spy?

- In a way.
- Kyra.

We're students of magic
from the future. You're our subject.

From the future, you say?

Let's say I believe you.

Why are you interested in me?

We've been studying your search
for the Temple of the Purple Lotus.

What do you know of the temple?

- Not a lot, really.
- Shut your mouth, elf!

We know you located two keys,

but your journal ended
before you found the third.

We came through a time portal

because we thought
there might be a second journal

that tells the rest of the story.

You mean this?

Take the elf outside.
I'll deal with him later.

As for you...

sit.

You may not be lying...

but I'm not certain
you're telling me the truth, either.

We're just a couple of students.
We didn't mean any harm.

Perhaps.

But you know of my search for the temple.

What exactly do you know?

Your journal says you traveled here
on the 29th of August, 1919,

latitude 16 degrees, 46 minutes,
37 seconds north,

longitude 107 degrees,
59 minutes, 9 seconds east.

- You're very precise.
- Thank you.

Your journal also says
you failed to get the key.

I failed to get the one in Thailand too,
and I don't understand why.

- Do you have any idea?
- No. That's all I know.

- Now, will you please let us go?
- No.

If you truly are visitors
from the future, we have much to discuss.

You said you came through a time portal.

Such a thing would be invaluable.
Where is it?

In the jungle, not far from here.

But it's not something I control.

It's operated from my time.

Hey!

Nothing in here on voice-changing odors.

That's Kyra's phone. And the temperavus.

The professor said we weren't to touch it.

Darra was pretty interested
in it, remember?

Your journal says you traveled here
on the 29th of August, 1919,

latitude 16 degrees, 46 minutes...

- The, uh, elf escaped.
- Find him!

You did that...

but you're neither elf nor fairy...

which can only mean one thing.

You're a Tri-ling.

My dear, why didn't you tell me?
You're one of us!

Seriously, how long does it take
to find a reference book?

Why don't we just go
onto the bridge and see what we can find.

Professor Maxwell said
I showed an aptitude for management,

and managers make decisions.

Are you coming?

Sorry for all the unpleasantness.

As a fellow Tri-ling,
I'm sure you can understand my suspicion.

Not really.

You're the only other Tri-ling
I've ever met.

Is that so?

Well, I would introduce myself,
but you already know my name.

- I do not know yours.
- It's Kyra.

If you truly are visitors
from the future, we have much to discuss.

Kyra sent this to us for help.

I wonder what she and Darra are up to.

Well, we have the coordinates
and the year, let's go find out.

- No, Ruksy. You're staying here.
- Why?

Because if we don't come back,
someone has to tell Maxwell what happened.

So, Kyra, why did you
come here with an elf?

Why not? He's my friend.

Your friend?

Then it would seem that my search
for the temple is destined to fail.

Why do you say that?

You have studied me,
and yet you do not know

the true nature of the Purple Lotus?

I will if you tell me.

- Are you sure about this?
- I'll be careful.

Wish me luck.

I really hope I don't have
to tell the professor about this.

You search that way. I'll circle around.

- Imogen. What are you doing here?
- Saving your bacon, as usual.

- What are you and Kyra up to?
- Forget that. Kyra's in trouble.

For untold centuries, the magical world
has been dominated by elves and fairies.

Halflings were tolerated.
Tri-lings were the lowest of the low,

- fit only for menial tasks.
- Why?

Those of pure blood simply believe
themselves to be superior,

and so the oppression continued

until a very clever Tri-ling
named Vannak decided he'd had enough.

Working in secret...
risking punishment of the worst kind,

Vannak toiled for years,
until he created the Purple Lotus.

You mention
the lotus in your first journal.

How is a flower going
to change anything?

You and I are Tri-lings, Kyra.

For too long, our kind have suffered.

Help me find the temple,
and when the lotus blooms,

together we can see what it can do!

Shut that off!

Stay here.

- Got my message, then?
- We can applaud your cleverness later.

One sec.

Did you get him? The horn.

- We thought you wanted us.
- You fool. That was the elf's doing.

Find him!

Nice work, sis. Did you get it?

Time to go.

That's the problem. Rancidia Vomitosia.
I've never seen it before in person,

probably because it's usually found
in the armpits of ogres.

I guess that explains the smell.
How do we get rid of it?

That's it.
Mission accomplished.

- What?
- Your voice.

- I don't sound that bad.
- If you could hear yourself.

Well, yours sounds like a chipmunk's.

You sound like
you can sing bass in a male choir.

Well, at least we fixed the problem.

How long before
our voices get back to normal?

Should be fairly soon.

- Are you sure?
- No.

Where have you been?

- What happened to you?
- Side effect of a Bureau mission.

Which we successfully completed
without you.

So, you made it back, then?

Back from where?

- What's that?
- Just an old book I found.

Interesting, because I found one
just like it.

Fascinating reading.

I think it's time you two came clean.

I wanna know exactly
what you've been up to.

- Ruksy--
- Every single detail.