Faust: Love of the Damned

Subtitles by explosiveskull M_I_SForEver

Blue...

Blue...

Blue...

This guy wasted 19 people tonight.

I was almost number 20, but then I don't know,

he just stopped.

Catatonics often swing from an excited state

- to complete stupor. - No, no it wasn't like that.

He knew what he was doing.

I find that difficult to believe.

The man is literally unable to communicate,

he has shut down.

Can't you just jump-start him?

"Jump-start" him?

People are not cars, Lieutenant.

It's still not exactly clear

what's happening at the Embassy tonight,

but it appears to be some sort of terrorist activity.

The entire SWAT Team...

In positions.

- Lieutenant, we're holding. - What do you got?

Someone broke in, locked down the Emir's party.

That's all we know.

We haven't been able to speak to anybody inside.

- I've deployed my men. - What are you waiting for?

I have specific instructions to wait for Commissioner Marino.

- Where the hell is he? - Some party uptown.

- I'm going in. - Lieutenant, you can't!

Hold your fire, the Lieutenant's going in.

Sorry, sir, I couldn't stop him!

He heard a scream and barged in alone!

Who? Don't tell me... Hound Dog!

Yes sir, Lieutenant Margolies.

Well, what are you waiting for?

Move!

Team!

Who's there?

No.

Don't move! Don't move!

The hand.

There he is! Go get him!

No! No! Hold your fire!

- Move out of the line of fire! - He's not a threat anymore!

- Move! God damn it! - Back off! You're not in charge!

No!

lam.

Margolies...

who the hell do you think you are?

I gave you strict orders to stay in place until I got here.

- I thought I could save some lives. - Well, you thought wrong!

Son of a bitch. Clear!

Clear!

Jesus,

the Chinese Consulate.

No survivors.

Wait a minute, what about the woman?

What woman?

Out in the hallway. There was an Arab woman.

Corporal, what's the status?

- All clear. No survivors. - Look again.

Well, thanks to you this guy will get off with insanity.

You should have wasted him.

Look, Dr. Yamamoto!

Yamato!

Whatever, just...

just get him in shape enough to answer some questions.

That's all... Oh, Jesus, I'm sorry.

Here, let me help you.

No thanks, I can do it myself.

I guess I get a little clumsy around beautiful women...

uh, doctors.

Dr. DeCamp is our specialist at "jump-starting" patients,

though we try not to question her methods.

Really? Let me guess, you play some funky music,

get 'em to let their hair down and boogie.

That's a crude description, but, yeah.

It's similar to "cognitive therapy."

I use music to unlock doors in my patients' minds.

Yes, yes. "Psychiatry is more of an art than a science."

If you'll excuse me.

Oh, wait a minute! You don't want lose this one.

It's classic Rock & Roll, that would heal me.

I'm Lieutenant Margolies. That's my case in there.

Jade DeCamp. I'm the resident psychiatrist here.

That's my patient.

I could use your help.

I don't think he did it alone.

In fact,

if you do come across anything,

my cell number's on there.

Not my department.

He may be a criminal to you, but to me he's a patient.

Hey...

I'm just trying to get to the bottom of this,

find out what the truth is.

I've got to go, Lieutenant.

That's "Dan." Hey, after your session,

maybe we could go get a cup of coffee?

Sorry. I mean, I've got work to do.

I'm not going to hurt you.

I'm here to help you.

I just want you to be more comfortable.

Now, I want you to relax.

Listen to the music.

Empty your mind. Don't think of anything.

Just feel the music.

Somebody's messed with this sick bastard's mind.

Conspiracy, huh?

You couldn't find the woman.

How did she get out of the Embassy without help?

There was no one else in there.

I saw the... No woman. Nobody.

So what about this thing called "The Hand"?

- What about that? - There's no such thing.

No woman. No band of conspirators.

This guy's a loner, a deranged animal.

That's it, huh? That's all there is to it?

There's no grand design here,

just a little outbreak of chaos.

Like a pimple on the face of God.

Besides, this isn't your case anymore, Dan.

The Feds are taking it over. So hands off.

Okay?

Was it wonderful?

It was... exciting, but...

But?

He's still alive.

He didn't go all the way...

Still alive?

There was one last one, a cop.

He had him down, he had the blades right at the man's throat.

Then he looked up right at me and stopped.

He broke.

It wasn't like that. It was a choice.

Impossible.

He gave me a message.

He said, "No."

Where is he now?

He's in good hands, I assure you.

Dr. DeCamp, we will be suspending treatment for the time being.

I know you think my therapy's no better than bloodletting or leeches,

but I believe I can get through to him.

I'll say this just once, Doctor. Not this one.

He won't be staying with us.

What time is the pick up on John Doe?

I haven't got a transfer.

I'm gonna grab a coffee.

In other news around the city,

the Mayor has cancelled all leave and vacation time

for the police force in order to quell

the increasing random violence reported in the city's streets.

A City Hall spokesperson has denied reports

that the National Guard is on standby alert...

Hello, again.

I want to talk to you.

I did my training at the University of Chicago.

That's when I started working in "music therapy."

They say music is the key to the soul.

Look, they're going to take you away from here, tonight.

This is probably the last time we'll talk. And...

Please, I want to know who you are...

We haven't much time.

You recognize this one?

- Ahh! - (SCREAMS)

Please, God, no...

No more music. No more, I promise.

- What do you remember? - My name is John Jaspers.

God, I remember everything.

Blue, I have a question for you.

Have you ever believed in anything?

I mean really believed?

I used to think I believed in art, but you know what?

It's all form. No substance.

Sometimes, I can see the painting

on the blank canvas even before I paint it.

Sometimes, I can feel it in my body.

Does that sound crazy?

Yeah.

- Look what I have for you. - I'm not hungry.

Oh, oh, I don't care. You have to eat.

- Not now. - Yes, now.

Good boy.

I think I could believe in you.

Of course.

No, no... don't. - (BOTH LAUGH)

What the...

Don't!

No!

Did you forget who smuggled you into this country?

And who you didn't pay?

Ugh! Stop that.

You owe me some service.

Stop!

You touch her again and I'll kill you!