Master Kaecilius.
That ritual will bring you only sorrow.
Hypocrite!
Challenge round, Billy.
Come on, Billy, you gotta be messing with me. - No, Doctor.
"Why feel so good" Chuck Mangione 1977.
Honestly Billy, you said this one will be hard. - Ha, it's 1978.
No, Billy "Why feel so good" may've charted in 1978...
... the album is released in December of 1977.
No, Wikipedia says ... - Check again.
Where do you store all this useless information. -Useless?
The man charted the top ten hit with the Flugel horn.
Status, Billy? - 1977.
Oh, please, I hate you.
Boah, feels so good, doesn't it?
I got this, Stephen. You've done your bit; go ahead. We'll close up.
What is it? - Gun Shot Wound
Amazing kept him alive.
Apneic, further brain stem test and aberrant reflex test...
I think I found the problem Dr. Palmer.
You left a bullet in his head. - Thanks, it's impinging on the medulla.
I needed a specialist. Nick diagnosed brain death.
Something about that doesn't feel right to me. - We have to run.
Dr. West? What are you doing? - Organ harvest, he's a donor.
Slow down.
I did not agree to that. - I do not need you to. We already called brain death.
Prematurely. We need to get him prepped for suboccipital craniotomy.
Not gonna let you operate on a dead man. - What do you see?
A bullet? - A perfect, bullet.
It's been hardened. We harden the bullet by alloying lead with antimony.
Toxic metal and that's leached directly into the cerebral spinal fluid.
Rapid-onset central nervous system shutdown. - We have to go.
He's not dead, he's dying. Still want to harvest his organs?
I'll assist you. - No, dr. Palmer will assist me.
Thank you.
Image guidance. - We haven't time for that.
You can't do "free hand". - I can and I will.
This is not time for showing off, Strange.
How about 10 minutes ago when you called the wrong time of death?
Cranial nerves intact.
Dr. West, cover your watch.
You didn't have to humiliate him in front of everyone.
I didn't have to save his patient, either...
... but, you know, sometimes just can't help myself. - Nick is a great doctor.
But you came to me. - Yeah, well, I needed a second opinion.
You had a second opinion. What you needed was a competent one.
All the more reason why you should be my neurosurgeon on call.
You could make such a difference. - I can't work in you butchershop.
Look I'm fusing transected spinal cords...
... I'm stimulating neurongenesis in the central nervous system.
Work I'm doing's gonna save thousands for years to come.
ER, you got to save one drunk idiot with a gun.
Yeah you're right. In ER room saving lives.
There's no fame, there's no CNN interviews.
I guess I'll just have to stick with Nick.
Wait a minute. You're not... You guys aren't... ? - What?
Sleeping together? Sorry, I thought it was implicit in my disgust.
Explicit, actually, and no I have a very...
... strict rule against dating colleagues.
Oh, really? - I call it "The strange policy".
Oh, good, I'm glad something's named after me.
I had a laminectomy procedure...
... and yet somehow no one seems to want to call it 'Strange Technic'.
We invented that technic. - Regardless, I am very flattered by your policy.
Look I'm... I'm talking tonight at Neurological Society. Come with me.
Another speaking engagement? So romantic.
You used to love doing these things with me. We had fun together.
No, you had a fun.
They weren't about us, they were about you.
Not only about me. - Stephen... everything is about you.
Maybe we could hyphenate. 'Strange-Palmer Technic'.
'Palmer-Strange'
Billy, what do you got for me?
I got a 35 year old air force colonel...
... crushed his lower spine in some kind experimental armour...
... mid-thoracic fracture.
Yeah, well, I could help, but so could 50 other people.
Find me something worth my time.
I've a 68-year-old female with an advanced brainstem glioma.
Yeah, you want me to screw up my perfect record? Definitely not.
How about 22 year old female with an electronic implant in her brain...
... to control schizophrenia; struck by lightning?
Hm, that sound interesting.
Could you send me the... got it.
Hey.
It is okay; it's gonna be OK.
What did they do?
They rushed you in a chopper, but it took a little while to find you.
Golden hours for nerve damage while you were in the car.
What did they do?
11 stainless steel pins in the bones.
Multiple thorn ligaments.
Severe nerve damage in both hands.
You were on the table for 11 hours.
Look at these fixators.
No one could've done better.
I could have done better.
Give your body time to heal.
You've ruined me.
How long until I can take... - Dr. Strange...
... those tissues are still healing. - So, speed it up.
Pass a stent down the brachial artery into the radial artery.
It's possible.
Experimental and expensive, but possible.
All I need is possible.
Up.
Show me your strength.
This is useless. - It is not useless. You can do this.
Answer me this, bachelor's degree...
... have you ever known anyone with nerve damage this severe to do this...
... and actually recover? - One guy, yeah.
Factory accident, broke his back, paralyzed, his leg wasted away.
He had pain in his shoulder from a wheelchair.
He came in three times a week. And one day stopped coming.
I thought he was dead.
A few years later, he walked passed me on the street.
Walked? - Yeah, walk.
Bullshit, show me his file.
It'll take me a while to pull the files from the archive...
... but if it proves your arogant ass wrong...
... worth it.
I've looked all your research. I read all the papers...
... you sent, but it's not gonna work.
I don't think you realize how severe the damages are.
Here's the thing... - The best I tried and failed.
I understand, here's the thing, I...
What you want, for me, is impossible, Stephen. - Come on.
I got my own reputation to consider. - Etienne, wait, wait...
I can't help you. Bon chance, mon ami. - No, no, wait!
Hey!
He won't do it?
He's a hack.
There is a new procedure in Tokyo. They culture donor stem cells...
... and then harvest them and 3D-print a scaffold. If I get a loan...
Stephen...
Small loan 200,000... - Stephen.
You always spent money as fast as you could make it.
But now you're spending money you don't even have.
Maybe it's time to consider stopping.
Now is exactly the time not to stop, because...
... you see, I'm not getting any better!
But this is not medicine anymore. This is mania.
Some things just can't be fixed.
Life without my work... - Is still life.
This is not the end. There are other things that can give your life meaning.
Like what? Like you?
This is the part where you apologize.
This is the part where you leave.
Fine, I can't watch you do this to yourself anymore.
Too difficult for you, is it? - Yes, it is.
It breaks my heart to see you this way.
Don't pity me. - I'm not pitying you.
Oh, yeah? Then what are you doing here...
... bringing cheese and wine like we're old friends going for a picnicking?
We're not friends, Christine. We were barely lovers.
You just love a sob story, don't you? Is that what I am to you now?
"Poor Stephen Strange, charity case, he finally needs me."
"Another dreg of humanity for you to work on."
"Patch him up and send him back into the world. Heart's just humming"
You care so much, don't you?!
Good-bye, Stephen.
TOLD YOU SO!
Pangborn J, Study Date: 12.9.14 Metropolitan General Hospital.
Come, now! Where's the competition?
Talk a lot.
Jonathan Pangborn, C7-C8 spinal cord injury - complete.
Who are you? - Paralyzed from the midchest down.
Partial paralyzes in both hands.
I do not know you. - I'm Stephen Strange.
The neurosurgeon... was the neurosurgeon.
Actually, you know what, man. I do know you.
I've come to your office once, you refused to see me.
I never got passed your assistant.
You were untreatable. - No glory for you in that, right?
You came back from a place, there's no way back from.
I am trying to find my own way back.
Hey, Pangborn, you in or you're out?
Alright.
I've given up on my body.
I thought my mind is the only thing I have left. I should at least try to elevate that.
So I set with gurus...
... and sacred women.
Strangers carried me to mountin tops to see holy men.
And finally, I found my teacher.
And my mind was elevated and my spirit deepend.
And somehow...
Your body healed? - Yes.
And there were deeper secrets to learn...
... but I didn't have the strength to receive them.
I chose to settle for my miracle and I came back home.
The place you are looking for is called Kamar-Taj.
But the cost there is high. - How much?
I'm not talking about money.
Good luck.
Give me the ball! Alright, ball up.
Excuse me... Kamar-Taj?
Do you know where Kamar-Taj is?
Kamar-Taj?
OK.
Guys I don't have any money. - Your watch.
No, please, it's all I have left. - Your watch.
Alright.
You're looking for Kamar-Taj?
Really? Sure you got the right place?
That one looks a little more... Kamar-Tajee?
I once stood in your place.
And like you was... disrespectful.
So might I offer you some advice?
Forget everything you think you know.
Alright.
The sanctuary of our teacher, The Ancient One.
The Ancient One? What's his real name?
Right, forget everything I think I know. Sorry.
Thank you for...
OK, that's a thing.
Thank you fo...
Hello.
Thank you.
And thank you.
But thank You, Ancient One, for seeing me. - You are very welcome.
The Ancient One. - Thank you, Master Mordo.
Thank you, Master Hamir.
Mister Strange.
Doctor, actually. - Well, not any more, surely.
Isn't that why you're here? You've undergone many procedures.
Seven, right? - Yeah.
It's good tea. - Yeah.
Did you heal a man named Pangborn? Paralyzed man?
In a way. - You helped him to walk again?
Yes.
How did you correct the complete C7 and C8 spinal cord injury?
Well, I didn't correct it. He couldn't walk...
I convinced him that he could.
Are you suggesting it was psychosomatic?
When you reattach a severed nerve, is it you who heals it back together or the body?
It's the cells. - And cells are only programmed to put themselves back together in very specific ways.
Right.
What if I told you that your own body could be convinced...
... to put itself back together in all sorts of ways?
You're talking about cellular regeneration?
That's leading edge medical tech.
Is that why you're working here, without a governing medical board?
I mean... Just how experimental is your treatment?
Quite.
So you figured out a way to reprogramme nerve cells to self heal?
No, Mr. Strange.
I know how to reorient the spirit to better heal the body.
Spirit to heal the body? - That's right.
A-l-l-l-l right. How do we do that? Where do we start?
Don't like that map? - Oh, no, it's really good. It's just, you know, I've seen it before.
In gift shops.
What about this one?
Acupuncture, great. - Ah.
What about that one? - Showing me an MRI scan?! I do not believe this.
Each of those maps was drawn up by someone who could see in part but not a whole.
I spent my last dollar getting here on a one-way ticket...
... and you're talking to me about healing through belief?
You're a man looking at the world through a keyhole.
You spend your whole life trying to widen that keyhole...
... to see more, to know more and now, on hearing, that it can be widened...
... in ways you can't imagine; you reject the possibility.
No, I reject it because I do not believe in fairytales about chakras or energy or the power of belief.
There is no such thing as spirit!
We are made of matter and nothing more.
We're just another tiny, momentary, speck within an indifferent Universe.
You think to little of yourself. - You think you see through me, do you?
You don't, but I see through you you!
What did you just do to me? - I pushed your astral form out of your physical form.
What's in that tea? Psilocybin? LSD?
It's just tea...
... with a little honey.
What just happened? - For a moment, you enterd the astral dimension.
What? - A place where the soul exists apart from the body.
Why are you doing this to me? - To show you just how much you don't know.
Open your eye.
Shit! No!
No, no! What's happening?
This isn't real!
His heart rate is getting dangerously high.
He looks alright to me.
Do you know how the world works?
You think that this material universe is all there is?
What is real?
What mysteries lie beyond the reach of your senses?
At the root of existence, mind and matter meet.
Thoughts shape reality.
This universe is only one of an infinite number.
Worlds without end.
Some benevolent and life-giving...
... others, filled with malice and hunger...
... dark places where powers older than Time lie...
... ravenous... and waiting.
Who are you in this vast multiverse... Mister Strange?
Have you seen that before in a gift shop?
Teach me.
No.
No!
No, no, no!
No! Open the door! Please!
Thank you, Masters.
You think I was wrong to cast him out?
Five hours later, he's still on your doorstep.
There's a strength to him.
Stubbornness, arrogance, ambition. I've seen it all before.
He reminds you of Kaecilius?
I cannot lead another gifted student to power...
... only to loose him to the darkness.
You didn't loose me.
I wanted the power to defeat my enemies.
You gave me the power to defeat... my demons.
And to live within the natural law.
We never loose our demons, Mordo.
We only learn to live above them.
Kaecilius still has the stolen pages.
If he deciphers them, he could bring ruin upon us all.
There maybe dark days ahead.
Perhaps Kamar-Taj could use a man like Strange.
Don't shut me out.
I've nowhere else to go.
Thank you.
Bed...
... rest...
... meditate...
... if you can.
The Ancient One will sent for you.
SHAMBALLA
What'is this? My mantra?
The wi-fi password.
We are not savages.
"Time will tell how much I love you" - Christine
The language of the Mystic Arts is as old as civilization.
The sorcerers of antiquity called the use of this language - spells...
... but if that word offends your modern sensibilities...
... you can call it a "programme".
The source code that shapes reality.
We harness energy...
... drawn from other dimensions of the multiiverse...
... to cast spells...
... to conjure shields...
... and weapons...
... to make magic.
But... even if my fingers could do that...
... my hands would just be waving in the air. I mean...
... how do I get from here to there?
How did you get to reattach severed nerves and...
... put a human spine back together bone by bone?
Study and practice, years of it.
Hey.
Mr. Strange. - Er... Stephen, please.
And you are? - Wong.
Wong.
Just Wong? Like Adele?
Or Aristotle.
Drake... Bono.
Eminem.
The Book of the Invisible Sun.
Astronomia nova.
Codex imperium.
Key of Solomon.
You finished all of this? - Yep.
Come with me. - Alright.
This section is for masters only...
... but at my discretion others may use it.
You should start with "Maxim's primer".
How's your Sanskrit?
I'm fluent in Google Translate.
Vedic, classical Sanskrit.
What are those?
The Ancient One's private collection.
So they are forbidden?
No knowledge in Kamar-Taj is forbidden... only certain practices.
Those books are far too advanced for anyone other than the Sorcerer Supreme.
This one's got pages missing.
That's the book of Cagliostro - "Study of time".
One of the rituals was stolen by a former Master.
A zealot Kaecilius.
Just after he strung up the former librarian...
... and relieved him of his head.
I am now the guardian of these books.
So if a volume from this collection should be stolen again...
... I'd know it and you'd be dead before you ever left the compund.
What if's just overdue? You know...?
Any late fees I should know about? Maiming, perhaps?
Oh, you know, people used to think I was funny.
Did they work for you? - H'alright... it's...
... been lovely talking to you. Thank you for the books...
... and for the horryfing story and...
... for the threat upon my life.
We'll now receive the power to destroy the one who betrayed us.
The one who betrays the world.
(Inaudible satanic ritual mumbo jumbo)
Mastery of the Sling-ring is essential to the mystic arts...
... they allow us to travel throughout the multiverse.
All you need to do is focus.
Visualise.
See the destination in your mind.
Look beyond the world in front of you.
Imagine every detail.
The clearer the picture... the quicker and easier...
... the Gateway will come.
And stop.
I would like a moment alone with Mr. Strange?
Of course.
My hands. - It's not about your hands.
How is this not about my hands?
Master Hamir.
Thank you, Master Hamir.
You cannot beat a river into submission.
You have to surrender to its current and use its power as your own.
Control it by surrendering control? It doesn't make any sense.
Not everything does. Not everything has to.
Your intelect has taken you far in life...
... but it will take you no further.
Surrender, Stephen.
Silence your ego...
... and your power will rise.
Come with me.
Is this? - Everest.
Beautiful. - Yeah, right, beautiful.
Freezing, but beautiful.
At this temperature, a person can last for 13 minutes...
... before suffering permanent loss of function. - Great.
But you likely go into shock within the first two.
What? - Surrender, Stephen.
Nooooo!
How's our new recruit? - We shall see...
... any second now.
Oh, no, not again.
Maybe I should...
Stephen. - Wong.
What do you want, Strange? - Books on astral projection.
You're not ready for that. - Try me, Beyoncé.
Come, Wong, you've heard of her. She's a huge star, right.
Do you ever laugh?
Come on, just give me the book.
No.
Once, in this room, you begged me to let you learn.
Now, I'm told, you question every lesson, prefering to teach yourself.
Once in this room you told me to open my eye...
... now I'm being told to blindly exept rules that make no sense.
Like the rule against conjuring the gateway in the library?
Wong told on me? - You're advancing quickly with your sorcery skills.
You need a safe space to practice your spells.
You are now inside the Mirror Dimension.
Ever present, but undetected.
The real world isn't affected by what happens here.
We use the Mirror Dimension to train, surveil...
... or, sometimes, to contain threats.
You do not want to be stuck in here without sling-ring.
Hold on, sorry. What do you mean: "threats"?
Learning of an infinite multiverse...
... includes learning of infinite dangers.
And if I told you everything else, that you don't already know...
... you'd run from here in terror.
So, just how ancient is she?
No one knows the age of the Sorcerer Supreme...
... only that she's Celtic and never talks about her past.
You follow her even though you do not know?
But I know she's steadfast, but unpredictable...
... merciless, yet kind.
She made me what I am.
Trust your teacher.
And don't loose your way. - Like Kaecilius?
That's right.
You knew him.
When he first came to us, he lost everyone he ever loved.
He was a grieving, broken man...
... searching for answers in the Mystic Arts.
A brilliant student, but he was proud, headstrong...
... questioned the Ancient One, rejected her teaching.
He left Kamar-Taj.
His disciples followed him like... sheep.
Seduced by false doctrines.
He stole the forbidden ritual, right? - Yes.
What did it do?
No more questions.
What's that? - That's a question.
This is a relic.
Some magic is to powerfull to sustain, so we imbue objects with it...
... allowing them to take the strain we cannot.
This is the staff of...
... the Living Tribunal.
There are many relics...
... The Wand of Watoomb.
... Vaulting Boots of Valtorr.
They just roll off the tongue, don't they.
When do I get my relic. - When you're ready.
You think I'm ready?
You're ready when the relic decides you're ready.
For now...
... conjure a weapon.
Right.
Fight! Fight like your life depending on it!
Because, one day... it may.
Christine...
I'm emailing you one more time to...
Wong?
OK.
First, open the eye of Agamotto.
Alright.
Oh, my.
What if... ?
Dormammu.
The Dark Dimension.
Eternal life.
Stop!
Tempering with continuum probabilities is forbidden.
I was just doing exactly what it said in the book.
What did the book said about the dangers of performing that ritual?
Er, I don't know, I haven't gone to that part yet.
Temporal manipulations can create branches in time.
Unstable dimensional openings...
... spacial paradoxies, time loops!
You wanna get stuck reliving the same moment over and over forever...
... or never having existed at all?
You really should put warnings before this stuff.
Look, curiosity could've gotten you killed.
You weren't manipulating the space-time continuum...
... you were breaking it.
We do not temper with natural law. We defend it.
How did you do that?
Where did you learn the litany of spells required to even understand it?
The photographic memory, that's how I got my MD and PhD at the same time.
What you just did...
... takes more than a good memory. You were born for the Mystic Arts.
Yet my hands still shake. - For now, yes.
Not forever? - We are not prophets.
When are you going to start telling me what we are?
Heroes like the Avengers protect the world from physical dangers...
... we, sorcerers, safeguard it against more mystical threats.
The Ancient One is the latest in the long line of Sorcerer Supreme...
... turning back thousands of years to the father of Mystic Arts...
... the Mighty Agamotto.
The same sorcerer who created the eye you so recklessly borrowed.
Agamotto built three Sanctums in places of power...
... where great cities now stand.
That door leads to the Hong Kong Sanctum.
That door to the New York Sanctum.
That one to the London Sanctum.
Together... Sanctums generate a protective shield around our world.
The Sanctums protect the world and we - Sorcerers...
... protect the Sanctums. - From what?
Other dimensional beings that threaten our Universe.
Like Dormammu?
Where did you learn that name?
I've just read it in the book of Cagliostro, why?
Dormammu dwells in the Dark Dimension...
... beyond Time.
He is the Cosmic conqueror, the destroyer of worlds.
Being of infinite power, endless hunger...
... on quest to invade every universe...
... and bring all worlds into his Dark Dimension...
... and he hungers for Earth most of all.
Pages the Kaecilius stole.
The ritual to contact Dormammu and draw power from the Dark Dimension.
OK, OK... I'm...
I'm out... I... I came here to heal my hands.
Not to fight in some mystical war.
London.
Kaecilius!
No!
Wong? Mordo?
No. 177A Bleecker St
Hello?
Daniel, I see they made you master of the Sanctum.
You know what that means?
That you'll die protecting it.
Stop!
How long have you been in Kamar-Taj, mister...
Doctor!
Mister Doctor? - It's Strange.
Maybe. Who am I to judge.
You don't know how to use that, do you?
What?
Oh, stop it. I said stop it.
You cannot stop this, mister Doctor. - I do not even know what this is.
It's the end and the beginning.
The many becoming the few, becoming the one.
Look if you don't start making sense I'm just...
... going to have to put this thing back on. - Tell me, mister Doctor ...
Alright, look, my name is dr Stephen Strange.
You are a doctor? - Yes.
A scientists?
You understand the laws of nature. All things age. All things die.
In the end, our Sun burns out, our Universe grows cold and perishes...
... but the Dark Dimension.
It is place beyond Time.
That's it, I'm putting this thing back on. - This world doesn't have to die, doctor.
This world can take it's rightful place along side so many others...
... as part of the One.
The great and beautiful one.
We can all live forever.
Really?
What do you have to gain out of this New Age-dimensional Utopia?
The same as you, the same as everyone, a life. Eternal life.
People think in terms of good and evil, but, really, Time...
... is the true enemy of us all. Time kills everything.
What about the people you killed?
Tiny, momentary specks within an indifferent Universe.
Yes, you see.
You see, what we're doing.
The world is not what it ought to be. Humanity longs fot the Eternal.
For world beyond Time, because Time is what enslaves us.
Time is an insult.
Death is an insult.
Doctor...
... we don't seek to rule this world.
We seek to save it, to hand it over to Dormammu,
... who's the intent of all evolution.
The Why of all Existence.
Sorcerer Supreme defends Existence.
What brought you to Kamar-Taj, doctor? was it Enlightenment?
Power?
You've came to be healed as did we all.
Kamar-Taj is a place that collects broken things.
We all come with a promise of being healed...
... but, instead, the Ancient one gives us power drags/parlor tricks.
The real magic she keeps for herself.
You ever wondered how she managed to live this long?
I saw the ritual in the Book of Cagliostro.
So, you know.
The ritual gives me the power to overthrow the Ancient One...
... and tear her Sanctums down.
... to let the Dark Dimension in.
Because what the Ancient One hoards, Dormammu gives freely.
Life... Everlasting.
He is not the destroyer of worlds, Doctor. He is the saviour of worlds.
No, I mean, come on. Look at your face.
Dormammu made you a murderer.
So how good can his kingdom be?
You think that's funny?
No, not that.
What's funny is that you lost your sling-ring.
Sir, can I help you? - Dr. Palmer, where is she?
Sir, we need to get... - Where is she?
The Nurse's station!
Christine!
Stephen? Oh, my God, what...?
Take me to the operating table, now. Just you.
What, what? - Now, I haven't any time.
What happened? - Stabbed... cardiac tamponade.
What are you wearing?
Chest cavity's clear. - The blood's... in pericardial sac.
No, no, Stephen! Stephen!
Oh, my God.
Just a little higher.
Please be careful with the needle.
Stephen?
Whhaaat...
... what am I seeing? - My astral body.
Are you dead? - No, Christine, but I am dying.
Right... right.
Alright.
I... I've never seen a wound like this.
What were you stabbed with?
I don't know.
I have to vanish now. - What?
Keep me alive, will you?
OK... OK.
Bull... shit.
Stephen, come on.
Hit me again. - Stop doing that.
Up the voltage and hit me again.
No, but your heart's beating! - Just do it!
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God!
Are you OK? - Yeah.
OK.
After all this time, you just show up here...
... flying out of your body. - Yeah, I know.
I missed you, too, by the way.
Ha.. haaa...
I wrote you e-mails, but you never responded.
Why would I?
Christine, I'm so-so-sorry.
All of it... You were right.
I was complete asshole and I treated you so horribly...
... and you deserve so much more... - Stop! You-you're clearly in shock.
What the hell's happening?
Where have you been?
Well... after Western medicine failed me...
I headed East and I end up in Kathmandu.
Kathmandu? - Yeah.
Like the Bob Seger's song? - Yeah, 1975 "Beautiful Loser" side A and...
... I went to a place called Kamar-Taj and I...
... talked someone called The Ancient One... and...
Oh, so you joined a cult. - No, I did not. Well, not exactly...
... I mean they did teach me to tap into powers...
... that I've never even knew existed.
Well, that sounds like a cult. - It's not a cult.
Well, that's what a cultist would say. - Oh no.
Stop, Stephen. What do you think you're doing?
I'm late for a cult meeting.
This is insane. - Yeah.
Where are you going?
Uhm... - Will you tell me truth?
Well, a powerful sorcerer gave himself over to an ancient entity...
... can bend very laws of physics tried very hard to kill me.
... but I left him chained up in Greenwich Village...
... and the quickest way there is through a dimensional gateway...
... that I opened up in mop closet. - OK, don't tell me. Alright.
I really do have to go.
Strange!
You're OK? - Yeah, I'm OK.
The Cloak of Levitation.
It came to you.
No minor feat.
It's a fickle thing.
He's escaped. - Kaecilius?
Yah.
He can fold space and matter at will.
He folds matter outside the Mirror Dimension?
In the real world?
Yah.
How many more? - Two.
I stranded one in the desert. - And the other?
His body's in the hall.
Master Dram is in the foyer? - He's been taken back to Kamar-Taj.
The London Sanctum is fallen.
Only New York and Hong Kong remain now to shield us from the Dark Dimension.
You defend the New York Sanctum from attack...
... with its master gone, it needs another...
... Master Strange.
No.
It is doctor Strange.
Not master Strange. Not mister Strange.
Doctor Strange.
When I became a doctor, I swore an oath to do no harm...
... and I've just killed a man! I'm not doing that again.
I became a doctor to save lives; not take them.
You became doctor to save one life above all others...
... your own.
Still seeing through me, are you? - I see what I've always seen...
... your overinflated ego.
You want to go back to dillusion that you can control anything,
... even Death which no one can control.
Not even the great doctor Stephen Strange.
Not even Dormammu?
He offers immortality!
It's our fear of death that gives Dormammu life.
He feeds off it. - Like you feed off him?
You talked to me about controlling death. well, I know how you do it.
I've seen the missing rituals from the Book of Cagliostro.
Measure your next words very carefully, Doctor.
Because you might not like them?
Because you may not know of what you speak.
What is he talking about? I'm talking about her long life.
The source of her immortality.
She draws power from Dark Dimension to stay alive.
That's not true. - I've seen the rituals, worked them out.
I know how you do it.
Once they regroup, the Zealots will be back.
You'll need reinforcements.
She's not who you think she is. - You don't have the right to say that.
You've no idea of responsibility that rests upon her shoulders.
No, and I don't want to know.
You're a coward! - Because I am not a killer?
These zealots will snuff us all out...
... and you cannot muster the strength to snuff them first.
What do you think I just did? - You just saved your own life!
Then whined about it like a wounded dog. - You would've done it so easy!
You've no idea. The things I've done...
... and the answer is yes.
Without hesitation. - Even if there's another way?
There is no other way. - You lack imagination.
No, Stephen,
... you lack the spine.
They're back.
We have to end this. Now!
Strange! Come down here and fight!
No!
The Mirror Dimension.
You cannot affect the real world here.
Who's laughing now? Asshole!
I am.
I got his sling ring, they can't escape, right?
Run!
Their connection to the Dark Dimension makes them more powerful in the Mirror Dimension.
They can't affect the real world, but they can still kill us.
This was not cleverness. It was suicide!
Stan Lee: "That is hilarious."
This was a mistake.
It's true.
She does draw power from the Dark Dimension.
Kaecilius...
I've came to you... broken,
... lost, in need.
Trusted you to be my teacher and you fed me lies.
I tried to protect you. - From the truth?
From yourself.
I have a new teacher now. - Dormammu deceives you.
You have know idea what he truly is.
His Eternal life is not paradise, but torment. - Liar!
Christine! - Oh, you're kidding me.
Oh, my God.
It's not fibrillation, she has a stunned myocardium.
Neurogenic? - Yes.
Nick?
We need to relieve the pressure on her brain.
She's still dropping. - We're losing her!
Increase her oxygen.
We need the crash cart! - The pupils are dilated!
No reflexes. We're not reading any brain activity.
What are you doing?
Come on, you're dying!
You have to return to your body now. You do not have time.
Time is a relative. Your body hasn't even hit the floor yet.
I've spent so many years peering through Time...
... looking at this exact moment.
But I can't see past it.
I prevented countless, terrible futures.
And after each one there's always another.
And they all lead here,
... but never further. - You think this is where you die?
You wonder what I see in your future? - No.
Yes. - I never saw your future.
... only its possibilities.
You have such a capacity for goodness.
You always excelled.
But not because you crave success,
... but because of your fear of failure.
That's what made me a great doctor.
Its precisesly what kept you from greatness.
Arrogance and fear still keep you from learning...
the simplest and most significant lesson of all.
Which is?
It's not about you.
When you first came to me,
... you asked me how was I able to heal Jonathan Pangborn.
I didn't.
He channels dimensional energy directly into his own body.
He uses magic to walk? - Constantly.
He had a choice,
... to return to his own life,
... or to serve something greater than himself.
So, I can have my hands back again?
My old life?
You could.
And the world would be all the lesser for it.
I hated drawing power from the Dark Dimension.
But as you well know, sometimes one must break the rules,
... in order to serve the greater good. - Mordo wont see it that way.
Mordo's soul is rigid and unmovable,
... forged by the fires of his youth.
He needs your flexibility, just as you need his strength.
Only together do you stand a chance of stopping Dormammu.
I am not ready.
No one ever is.
You don't get to choose our time.
Death is what gives Life meaning,
... to know your days are numbered.
Your time is short.
You think after all this time I'd be ready.
But look at me...
... stretching one moment out into a thousand...
... just so that I can watch the snow.
Are you OK?
I don't understand what's happening. - I know.
But I have to go away now.
You said that loosing my hands didn't have to be the end...
... that it can be the beginning. - Yeah.
Because there are other ways to save lives.
Harder way.
Or wierder way.
Dr Palmer - to ER, please. Dr Palmer - to ER.
I do not want you to go.
Stop!
Choose your weapon wisely.
No one steps foot in the Sanctum.
No one.
Kaecilius. - You're on the wrong side of history, Wong.
She's dead. - You were right.
I thought she was.
She was complicated.
Complicated?
The Dark Dimension is volatile.
Dangerous.
What if it overtook her?
She thought us it was forbidden...
... while she drew on its power to steal centuries of life.
She did what she thought was right.
The bill comes due.
Don't you see?
Her transgressions led the Zealots to Dormammu.
Kaecilius... was her fault.
And here we are, in the consequence of her deception.
A world on fire. - Mordo, London Sanctum has fallen.
The New York has been attacked twice. You know where they're going next.
Hong Kong. - You told me once to fight like my life depended on it...
Because one day it might. Today is that day!
I can not defeat them alone.
Sanctum's already fallen.
The Dark Dimension.
Dormammu is coming.
It's too late.
Nothing can stop him.
Not necessarily.
No.
Spell's working.
We got a second chance.
No!
Wong.
Breaking the laws of nature, I know.
Well, don't stop now.
When the Sanctum's restored, they'll attack it again. We got to defend it.
Come on!
Get up, Strange. Get up and fight.
We can finish this.
You can't fight the inevitable.
Isn't it beautiful?
A World beyond Time.
Beyond Death.
Beyond Time?
Strange!
He's gone.
Even Strange has left you and surrender to His power.
Dormammu, I come to bargain!
You've come to die!
Your world is now my world, like all worlds.
Dormammu, I've come to bargain!
You've come to die!
Your world is now my wo...
What is this?
Illusion? - No, this is real.
Good.
Dormammu, I've come to bargain!
You... what is happening?
Just as you gave Kaecilius powers from your dimension...
... I brought a little power from mine.
This is Time.
Endless looped Time.
How you dare?
Dormammu, I've come to bargain!
You cannot do this forever.
Actually, I can.
This is how things are now.
You and me, trapped in this moment endlessly.
Then you will spend Eternety - dying?
Yes, but everyone on Earth will live!
But you will suffer.
Pain's an old friend.
Dormammu!
I've come to bargain.
Dormammu... Dormammu...
You will never win.
No...
... but I can loose...
... again and again and again and again forever.
And that makes you my prisoner. - No!
Stop! Stop! Make this stop!
Set me free! - No!
I've come to bargain.
What do you want?
Take your Zealots from the Earth.
... end your assault on my world.
Never come back.
Do it and I'll break the loop.
Get up, Strange!
Get up and fight!
We could finish this.
Isn't it beautiful?
The World beyond Time.
Beyond Death.
What've you done? - I made a bargain.
What is this? - Well, it's everything you ever wanted.
Eternal life is part of the One.
You're not gonna like it!
You know... you, really, should've stolen the whole book.
... because the warnings...
... the warnings come after the spells.
Oooh, it's funny.
We did it.
Yes.
Yes, we did it.
By also violating the natural law.
Look around you! It's over.
You still think there will be no consequences, Strange?
No price to pay?
We broke our rules, just like her.
The bill comes...
... due... always...
A reckoning.
I will follow this path no longer.
Yeah, OK.
Wise choice.
You'll wear the Eye of Agamotto, once you masterd its powers.
Until then,
... best not to walk the streets wearing an infinity stone.
A what? - You might have the gift for the Mystic Arts,
... but you still have much to learn.
The Ancient One's death will spread through the multiiverse.
Now there's no Sorcerer Supreme to defend it.
We must be ready. - We will be ready.
DOCTOR STRANGE.
Wizards, now?
Tea? - I don't drink tea.
What do you drink?
Not tea.
So, I keep a watchlist of individuals and beings...
... from other rounds that might be threat the this world.
Your adopted brother, Loki, is one of those beings.
Worthy inclusion. - Yeah.
So, why bring him here, to New York?
It's a bit of a long story... family drama that kind of thing...
... but we're looking for my father.
Oh, OK. So, if you find Odin, you'd all return to Asgard, promptly?
Oh, yes, promptly. - Great.
Allow me to help you.
Can I help you?
They carried you into Karma-Taj on a stretcher.
Look at you now, Pangborn.
Mordo.
So, what can I do for you, man?
I've been away for many months now and I found a revelation.
The true purpose of a sorcerer...
... is to twist things out of their proper shape.
... stealing power...
... perverting nature...
... like you!
I've stolen nothing, this is my power.
Mine!
Power...
... has a purpose.
Why are you doing this?
Because, I see at long last what's wrong with the world.
Too many sorcerers!
"Doctor Strange will return."
Subtitles by Njua