All language subtitles for Saphirblau.German.2014.AC3.BDRiP.x264-XF

Let me not to the marriage
of true minds admit impediments.

Love is not love

Which alters when it alterations finds

Or bends with the remover to remove

Shakespeare?

Love's not time's fool,
through rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

He exists.

- Paul, this is wonderful. Thank you.
- I knew you'd like it.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Enough for today. My quill is calling.

I bet he's working on "Romeo and Juliet".

He wears the Lodge's cloak.

It's the Count of Saint-Germain.

And the other one?

The first time traveller already lived in 1609.

Lancelot de Villiers.

You are deluded, my son.
Let the grace of God guide you.

Do you really believe
in the omnipotence of your God?

It is shameful how you disregard the laws of time.

And use our gift to manipulate the future.

Isn't it everybody's duty to improve the future?

I will destroy your diabolical time machine.

You want to build a world by your rules
and rise above God's creation.

My new world order is important.

Don't move!

More important than your life, my dear ancestor.

The Amber ring.

Let's get out of here.

Come on, Lucy.

Sapphire Blue

For centuries the time travelling gene has passed down

through the Montrose and de Villiers families.

It wasn't revealed until recently
that I, Gwendolyn Shepherd,

Princess of Chaos, bumblebrain
and black sheep of the family,

has inherited the gene.

Because of this gene mutation,
I must travel in time regularly

using the chronograph.

If I don't, I'm surprised by spontaneous
time jumps which can be dangerous.

You'll see what we do with the likes of you.

I depend on the Guardians as they control the chronograph.

And now me.

Initially everyone thought that my brilliant
but uppity cousin Charlotte inherited the gene.

To Charlotte!

Unfortunately, I am the Ruby now.

Gwendolyn might be our new Charlotte.

You're kidding!

Gideon de Villiers is the Diamond

The Lodge prepared him and
Charlotte for their mission for years.

Stay away from Gideon!

Everyone thinks I'm an abject failure.

Gwendolyn has two left feet
and no more than ninepence in the shilling.

So nobody explains to me what's going on.

There's this obscure Count of Saint-Germain.

Also a time traveller and head of the Lodge,

despite living in the 18th century.

I don't trust that old sod an inch.

I will not suffer you to break my rules!

He ordered that the blood of all time travellers
must be read into the chronograph.

Before me, my cousin Lucy was
the last time traveller in our family.

She went against the Lodge
and was forced to escape into the past.

She took the chronograph to prevent
the "Circle of Blood" from closing.

Surrender!

But the Lodge has another chronograph,
which they're now using to close the "Circle".

The ultimate question is, why did Lucy run away?

And what is my role in all this?

Gideon? Yes, listen.

On 30 October 1912, Lady Tilney played golf

in Hyde Park with two lovely relatives.

That must have been Lucy and Paul.

No, we must meet them. When can you be here?

Miss Gwendolyn, you shouldn't be here.

- What are you even looking for?
- Answers to at least a thousand questions.

Mr. George, you must help us again.

We need to travel to 1912.

- Who were you talking talking to?
- Me? To no one.

Nobody else has access to the archives.

There'll be changes around here.

Mr. George is an old friend of my grandfather's

and the only person I trust.

Miss Gwendolyn, do not look at me like that.

You know I am not allowed to help you.

Gideon is my partner in time travel.

Show-off, daredevil,
heartbreaker, smart-arse, cockalorum.

And all the while damn sexy.

I'd throw you off too.

Who came up with the side saddle anyway?

- This is bloody stupid.
- Now, now, Miss Shepard.

Just because you're overwhelmed by etiquette,
you needn't get verbally abusive.

- Nervous?
- Not if you keep to our agreement.

- Three questions, no tricks and…
- And we leave when you say so. I know.

We are on the wrong side of Serpentine Lake.
The bridge hasn't been built yet.

- Oh, what now?
- All the way back. At full gallop.

Wait, what?

- Why did you steal the chronograph?
- We had our reasons. You'll find out soon enough.

Unlike you, I am prepared to make
sacrifices for our cause. For it is worthy!

It's embarrassing that you still
believe in the Lodge's lies.

Paul, hello.

Lucy...

Lady Tilney!
- Hello.

Gwendolyn! Is the Lodge treating you well?

Never submit to these snobbish old crodgers!

Will golf be popular in the future?
Shall I rather play tennis? Or rugby?

You'll be the first woman to win
the Royal Britannia Golf Trophy.

Golf it is then! How wonderful!

- Ten more minutes.
- Yes.

Why did you steal the time machine and run away?

To protect you.

Protect me from what?

A special power will be created once the blood of all
twelve time travellers is read into the chronograph.

And with your blood the circle will be closed.

Your life's in danger. Be careful!

Is that so? How would you know?

Why do you pretend to care
and risk your lives for hers?

You don't even know her.

- Gwendolyn, you...
- You are special.

There're signs, references,
prophecies in ancient manuscripts

For years we've travelled through
time to bring it all together.

- All right. Let's go.
- Wait.

Where is the chronograph you stole? In my time?

- We'll hide it for you in a safe place.
- You must find "The Green Rider".

- He'll lead you to it.
- What?

Ask Grandpa Lucas.

Gwendolyn.

Find out who can be trusted.

Gwen, are you coming?

Farewell, my darling girl.

Gideon, we must look for this chronograph.

Our own chronograph would mean
independence of the Lodge.

I don't trust Lucy and Paul.
They only want to unnerve us.

- Why would they?
- The Count's new world order

is revolutionary. People are frightened of change.

Scientists, philosophers, visionaries –

just think about Galileo, David, Da Vinci...

Gideon, the Lodge is a gathering of arrogant misanthropes,

who think they are the chosen ones. This is just ... what?

Nothing.

Young people, this is a church. No kissing allowed here!

Hey! Eww...

Can you stop with the snogging?

Who are you? Get lost!

Who? Me?

- Are you alright?
- Nevermind.

Is the roof leaking?

And now they take their clothes off.

For shame!

- Go away!
- You can see me?

Wow! Somebody can see Xemerius!

How exciting! Play with me?

Oh, please!

- We should hurry back to the Lodge.
- Or ...

we could just play truant.

Having indecent thoughts again?

No, I just want to be alone with you.

Hey! Young lady! Wait!

You can't just run off like that.

You're the first to see me ...

since the Middle Ages!

There's a meeting of the Lodge's inner circle.

It happens only on special occasions.

I've never attended, but those men are

Nobel Prize winners, highly decorated scientists,
politicians and church dignitaries.

There are also members of the royal family.

Why wasn't I told? I've some important
questions for these gentlemen.

The inner circle is forbidden to women.
It's been like that for 300 years

and won't change anytime soon.
- What's this all about?

Ach, men. Money, power
and who drives the fanciest car, dearie.

- Or they talk about what a disruptive element I am.
- Yes? Fine...

I'll tell her.

You're eagerly awaited to elapsicate.
Mr. Whitman is now in charge of your time travels.

- Blimey, why him?
- Because there have been some irregularities lately.

I'll take care of our Ruby.

Joy!

We have a new security system and
somebody will accompany you at all times.

Hello! Me again.

Say you're happy to see me.

Isn't it bitter that such a mighty
secret society is afraid of me?

But Gwendolyn, we're nothing of the sort.

You should trust us more.

Well, I wouldn't trust that slimeball.

Ahm... blowfly –

Hey, young lady. You can't get rid of me so easily.

I descend from an ancient race of powerful demons.

You know, I haven't been to
the loo for centuries. Just start without me.

Seriously? The toilets? That's kind of icky.

Hey! Eww... in there now!

Listen, just because I can see you,

doesn't mean you may stalk
and annoy me. So get lost!

Disappear? You have the gift.
So I must stay with you.

Old gargoyle rule.

I've enough problems right now.
I can't take care of a loopy little ghost.

Xemerius isn't a ghost.
I'm a powerful gargoyle demon

conjured up in the 11th century and
unfortunately cursed to walk the earth forever.

Forever? I see. That may take a while.

Let's be friends. I am amiable,

charming, witty, awe-inspiring,

discreet,

and terribly clever.

What else do you expect of Xemerius?

Actually, I don't want to see you at all.

One more question... honey, boss, mistress?

- What is this place?
- The Lodge's headquarters.

Where they've secretly controlled
the gene carriers' time travels for centuries.

Time travel? You're pretty weird.

Honestly, I only understand half of all that mystical stuff.

See, you need Xemerius.
Together we'll unravel the mystery.

- I'm your secret weapon!
- Fine.

But you won't be around when
I'm snogging, chip in and get on my nerves.

And when we're not alone,
you remain invisible, yes?

Gwendolyn, are you coming?

Agreed! Will you buy me a kitten?

- No.
- No?

- No.
- Please.

I may not need to elapsicate all
that long today. I'm not even dizzy.

Are you sure your judgement
is superior to mine?

I'm sure two lonely hours
in a cold, dark room will do you good.

One hour is certainly enough.

The poor child!

My my, you're too soft-hearted, Mr. George.

About time I took drastic measures.
Two and a half hours. Even better, three.

Let's not do things by halves.

Target date: 12 September 1953.

Are you ready, Miss Gwendolyn?

- Ouch! Blimey!
- Sorry. How did you get here?

Let me help you. Are you dizzy?

No.

- Who are you anyway?
- Gwendolyn Shepherd. The Ruby. And you?

The Ruby? Oh, oh my!

Lucas Montrose. Second Adept.
Usually there's no one here.

- Please say something so I know you're alright?
- Grandpa Lucas?

- I'll better get some ice.
- No, wait.

You really are my grandfather.

You sing "God Save the Queen" in the shower
and have breakfast in your pyjama.

I don't have children. Not even a wife.

Yes, but you will have three children.

- Sadly Aunt Glenda is pretty daft but...
- Stop! I don't want to know.

The Ruby.

- You really have ...
- The time travelling gene.

- How old are you?
- 34.

I was just initiated into the Lodge, and I now I'm a grandfather.

Of a time travelling granddaughter.

- Am I a kind grandfather?
- The best.

I loved you very much.

Oh! So I'm already... dead, yes?

Unfortunately.

William de Villiers! What an honour!

What brings you to London?

The statutes of the Lodge were repeatedly
and deliberately violated. That's why I'm here.

Where are Falk and Dr. White?

Let's say, they attend to different matters for now.

Their irresponsible conduct left us no choice.

The Ruby's life was wilfully put in jeopardy.

Why is everyone going crazy since Gwendolyn has joined us?

It is not your place to judge.

Yes, but I'm the one who has to risk his life for our cause.

Let me go see the Count so he can tell me
personally what task is assigned to the Ruby.

Ita ius esto.

Order will be restored.

Nothing is going to stop us.

The eagle's rise will make us
more powerful than we can imagine.

But each of us must consistently
prove worthy of this privilege.

Ex hoc momento pendet aeternitas.

Three children and seven grandchildren?

Is everyone alright? Do you need money or support...

What? Why?

Well, I mean...

Oh, that? No. That's fashionable these days.

Interesting. So you're the Ruby, right?

And the Diamond of the de Villiers family...

Is he also such an arrogant rotter
as the rest of his ancestors?

Gideon de Villiers

Yes, he's quite arrogant,
but not as bad as the others.

And he can be pleasant...
and he's kind of my boyfriend.

Aren't you a bit young for that?

On the contrary, I'm kind of a late bloomer.

All the girls in sixth form already -

Um... Grandpa, I don't want to talk to you about sex.

Oh, I don't even want you to say that word!

Oh... what do you all call it?

We don't talk about it. At least not with young girls.

Don't let presumption arise from your strength.
Pull yourself together. You've become emotional.

At least nobody can say that about you.
Did you ever have any feelings at all?

Gideon, you've trained, studied, fought for years. The world is yours. The Lodge depends on you.

All of this you are ready to sacrifice? For feelings?

The Ruby really seems to be a bad influence.

- Because Gwendolyn makes me question things?
- No. Because her childish defiance obstructs our cause.

We are the elite, Gideon. You have forgotten who you are?

How do you presume to know who I am?

- You'll have to get the boy back in line.
- A sentimental lapse. He'll recover.

We ordered his brother Raphael to London.

He'll make sure that Gideon lets off some steam.

Lucy told me to ask you about
"The Green Rider" to find the chronograph.

"The Green Rider"? No idea.
Perhaps it's a book or a painting. I'll write it down.

Do you know what happens
when the "Circle of Blood" closes?

The prophecy speaks of the eagle's rise.

Of humankind's victory over disease and death.

- So it's really a good thing?
- Gwendolyn, it's worth fighting for.

And to die for as well?

Lucy said it's related to my death.

What? No, it's about justice, freedom,

enlightenment and the beginning of a new era.

I'll be gone in a moment.

Wait! We must meet again.
Here or better in my office.

A key... I'll hide it with a map inside the clock.

It'll lead you to my office.

I'm lying here undressed...

In bed already?

- I'm all alone.
- That could change soon.

Even if Mr. Bernhard let you in,

you'd never get past my mum, aunt and grandmother unnoticed.

Good evening.

Is it possible you lured me here with empty promises?

Okay.

Any unusual occurrences?

No.

How about you? Everything alright with the inner circle?

- Who drives the fanciest car?
- William de Villiers, I suppose.

William de Villiers? Yet another uncle?

Yes. He lives in Singapore and manages the Lodge's ties to the global financial market.

He's one of the wealthiest people in the world and my godfather.

Since my father's death he sends me money,

but hasn't shown up here before.

Your family is odd.

Yeah.

My mother moved to France when I was twelve.

She lives with my brother and her new beau.

And I stayed here with Falk.

Your mother left you when you were twelve?

With the Lodge? Weren't you lonely?

Sometimes.

Do you pity me now?

The Lodge is my family.

- They know me best.
- Don't say that.

I know you better.

And you're not getting rid of me.
I can promise you that.

Gwen, what's going on here?

Mum!

You could have knocked.

The lack of privacy in this house...

Always a pleasure to see you.

- I'll be off. Bye.
- Bye.

Hey! I was your age once. I know how it feels.

Gwendolyn. I just don't want you
to trust him more than yourself.

The Diamond so cold.

The Ruby so shiny.

A lion follows her...

deep down...

His eyes are green.

Gwendolyn!

Aunt Maddie!

Aunt Maddie, what are you doing here?

A Ruby heart ...

a lion gives it a push with his paw, it falls...

- What?
- It smashes into hundreds of tiny pieces.

Yet they aren't pieces but drops of blood!

- What does it mean?
- My dear child! Protect your heart.

It is in danger.

Come down with me to the kitchen?

I have a sudden craving for chocolate cake.

If you ask me that was clearly
a warning about Gideon.

According to the Lodge's animal symbolism, he is the lion,

and your heart ...
- Won't shatter into pieces.

Did it finally happen?

It'd be easier to find a time and place if we weren't both time travellers.

Charlotte Montrose, my dear!

The Lodge needs you more than ever.

If only Gwen wasn't so unprepared and unsuitable.

We're at an impass with "The Green Rider".

There was a book, but it's out of print.

Gideon de Villiers.

After recent events, utmost secrecy is required.

- What happened?
- The Florentine Alliance.

They attacked the Count and stole his memoir.

Important secret documents fell into the hands of our enemies.

My dear descendant, for centuries I've tried to rid myself of

the blinded and misguided,

but they keep crawling out of their dark churches.

I'm a good fighter.

Don't worry, son. We've got things under control.

- Why are you here?
- There is always the question...

What is the Ruby's role?

Why do the prophecies predict her death?

The Lodge is confused. Gwendolyn is concerned.

There's no reason.

The Ruby is destined to serve me and our cause.

Like all the gene carriers before her.

What surprises me is that this girl holds you in thralldom.

You should have many paramours, seek adventure.

Romance surely is a female weakness

to use for your purposes.

An attractive young man like you
should have no problem winning the girl's heart.

The manipulation of feelings is a fine art.

Next time you both come to visit.

There's a soirée at Lord Brompton's.

If I may, Gwen is not adequate to the task.

She'd attract attention, cause scandal...

This wasn't a request but an order.
Women love soirées.

Show the world to our little Ruby. Turn her head.

Flatter her, and she'll be putty in our hands.

Woah.

And? Do you trust me?

Ready when you are.

A soirée in the best circles
of London's aristocracy.

You'll meet the Count
who will give you new orders.

In 1783 several attempts were made on the Count's life.

If the Florentine Alliance becomes suspicious, your lives are in danger.

Perhaps Gwendolyn should not come.

She'll be thoroughly prepared for this mission.

There's no risk as long as she is obedient to us and our cause.

Then she is so very glad.

Amazing, right?

They asked me to support your education.

"Charlotte," they said. "Charlotte,

Gwendolyn cannot do without you."

Are you ready for your first lesson?

Etiquette, conversation,
historical context and style of address.

- Exciting, yes?
- Let's start with something simple.

For example, what is a reticule?

A reticule?

Well, a reticule is... you know...

something like...

Xemerius?

Is this your answer?

Pardon? No!

A reticule is...

Some kind of bag.

... a small handbag.

A bag with some kind of drawstring...

Stuffed with women's necessities.
Handkerchiefs and smelling salts.

Often filled with smelling salts.

I adore reticules.

So much for: The Most Honourable,

The Right Honourable and The Much Honoured.

As rightfully honoured as I feel, may we take a short recess?

Very funny, Gwen.

It's not just your own life you're risking,

but Gideon's also. So I must...

- Must do what? Why do you care?
- We're friends, Gwendolyn.

There's a deep emotional attachment.

We share the same values and fight for the same cause.

I don't expect you to understand.

Cappuccino, jogging, helicopter, heart transplant,

anti-aging cream, mobile phone, trolley bus, zip fastener.

What do these words have in common?

These things did not exist in the 18th century.

Hence, you must cut them from your active vocabulary.

Just like "Oi!, Gosh!, Totes!, Okay!" or...

Lobotomy?

Seven, eight...

and don't forget 'tour de main'.

Left hand but turn right.

Gwen! Come on. Where is right?

More elegance, please.

Don't forget to smile.

Head lifted.

Hands at chest level and gracefully ...

Graceful like a windmill.

Miss Shepherd, I see you're competing with a traffic cone.

A dancing traffic cone, Mr. de Villiers.

Please Charlotte, come!

Let's show our little traffic cone what we've been taught.

Yes, she knows what she's doing.

It looks so easy when they do it.

Quelle élégance! Magnifique!

Look, little windmill. This is graceful harmony.

Oh well, I'm truly sorry I cannot observe
Mr. and Mrs. Perfect Harmony any longer

but I have a date with the past.

Till later then.

Why doesn't Gideon have to elapsicate?

Gideon already spent three hours in the 18th century
this morning, visiting our venerable master.

- He saw the Count?
- Don't worry about it, Gwendolyn.

Just take care that I won't have
to fail you in class tomorrow.

Mademoiselle, m'accorderiez-vous
de vous prendre dans mes bras?

- What are you doing here?
- You asked for a date in the past.

I convinced Mr. Whitman that
you could learn a lot from me.

French, propriety,

dancing.

Why didn't you tell me you went to see him?

- What were you talking about? Me?
- Please Gwendolyn, come!

It wasn't important.
You don't have to know everything.

You know, I'm sick of all the secrecy.

- I must be able to trust you.
- Well, then just do it instead of snapping at me.

May I ask for this dance?

Hasn't my cousin Charlotte
satisfied your need for dancing?

Your cousin cannot allay
my hunger completely.

And how about my other 'cousin'?

The Lady in green. 'Cousin Sofa'.

In her arms you can relax perfectly.

Yes, but I am only interested in you.

Just a second.

The orchestra is almost ready.

Révérence, please.

There we go!

Right hand over your right shoulder.

Left hand over your left shoulder.

Not bad.

- So much for 'graceful as a windmill'.
- You easily outdance any windmill.

You're almost as good as Charlotte.

Of course, Charlotte is perfect.

Tell me, how well do you know each other?

My lady, a gentleman does not kiss and tell.

Scoundrel!

See? This is the difference between you and Charlotte.

She would never do that.

Maybe you're just not giving her a reason to.

Yes, or...

she simply has better manners.

Oh, no.

Are you quite well, Miss Gwendolyn?

- Good evening.
- It must have been very hot?

The hottest summer of the 1950s.

I have a feeling you were snogging again.

Rolling in the hay.

In the hay? I left my books in the past.

I wander the earth since the 11th century,

and I know what a girl looks like after a roll in the hay.

Confused, Miss Shepherd?
I hope you didn't suffer lasting damages.

- Wait, what's going on?
- My brother Raphael is in London.

- The lout was expelled from yet another school.
- Sounds charming.

- Are you sure, you're related?
- See you, Gwen.

Blimey! Watch it!

Perhaps that roll in the hay was a bad idea.

Now he thinks you're easy and won't bother anymore.

Shut up.

- Hey, you wanker!
- Still the perfect gentleman.

I missed you.

Are you crazy showing up like this?

You look different. Something to do
with your time travel companion?

Or do you always wear
your shirts inside out lately?

For the last time. Why falsify
Gwendolyn's birth certificate?

So my daughter's fate wouldn't be
in the hands of the likes of you.

- I don't believe you, Grace.
- Your daughter is ill-prepared, endangering herself.

- I had my reasons. It's none of your business.
- I won't let this go, Grace.

- Gwendolyn! Why are you unsupervised?
- Gideon had to leave.

Let's get out of here.

Find the midwife who signed it and make her talk.

Are you tired? Do you want dinner?

No, thanks.

Is anything wrong, honey?

- You're burning up. Are you running a fever?
- Mum, I still don't understand.

Why couldn't anyone know my real birthday?

- Did you want me to look stupid?
- I wanted you to become a strong individual,

who trusts more in herself than the Lodge's ideology.

What if the Lodge has good intentions and the Count's ideas

are worth fighting for? Grandpa believed in it.
- Lucy said, "Only trust yourself".

- What does Lucy have to do with anything?
- I can't tell you. You ask her.

Mum, Lucy is in the last century, and I am here. How can I ask her?

Wow! Posh digs!

Don't call her first, that's for losers.

I'm calling mum and tell her you're here.

- Fine.
- And that your older brother will teach you manners.

And in the past of all things?

Candles, dancing... how romantic.

It was lovely, but I don't know. He's a scoundrel.

He lies to me and flirts with Charlotte. But I can't wait to be with him again.

But he hasn't called. What if he thought it was terrible?

It's important that he's going to call you.

- You must not call first.
- Not even a text?

No way. You must string him along.

Male psychology. It awakens the hunter in them.

Leslie, I'll ring you later.

Come in.

Since you asked, I took the liberty to look around

and I found it.
- Pardon?

- You were looking for this, yes?
- "The Green Rider".

- It's your grandfather's.
- I appreciate it, Mr. Bernhard.

Any time, Miss Gwendolyn.

What has the most caffeine? Coffee, tea or energy drinks?

I was awake all night, trying to figure out these numbers.

Perhaps the numbers represent letters?

Gwen, it's a substitution cipher.

Crikey!

Raphael will finish the term at St. Lennox.

We've been friends for years. Come on.

You'll never guess whose wayward brother that is.

- I don't?
- Another de Villiers.

I'll try to meet my grandfather today.
Maybe he knows about the numbers.

And then we ...

Time traveller to best friend. Do you copy?

These de Villiers have great genes.

Why doesn't he call?

'You have no new messages.'

- Gideon!
- William.

Margaret Tilney attends church every Sunday.
We assume that you'll encounter

Lucy and Paul there too. You know what to do.

- Yes.
- They may try to take your blood

to close the "Circle of Blood"
in the stolen chronograph.

I'll prevent this at all costs.

You are here? Alone?

Gwen. Gwen!

Don't trust him, it's a trap!
He's after your blood!

Who attacked you?

- Any suspicions?
- No.

I had a blackout.

At least there are no punctures,
which would suggest your blood's been taken.

Nobody can be trusted.

Nobody.

You lost weight, little windmill.
It's not heartbreak

why you lose your babyfat?
- My emotions are like a roller coaster.

Oh là là, mon dieu !

But you have contraception? You're...

well-equipped and educated? You're forearmed?

Child, you can't hide that you're crazy about that ill-behaved filou.

I already went through this with your cousin Lucy.

- They were also reckless.
- Lucy and Paul?

Everyone here was outraged by their affair.

But with l'amour, you're always stronger
and braver than the rest of the world,

that's probably the reason why
the Lodge lost their hold on them.

You and le filou would be in serious
trouble if they found out about you.

- Clearly. But you wouldn't...
- Me? Never!

I can keep quiet. I'm just a seamstress.

Excuse my tardiness. There's been an incident.

- Gideon was attacked in 1912.
- What happened?

How is he? I have to see him.

He is in good hands, believe me.

- But why can't I see him?
- Miss Gwendolyn, it's no secret,

that common sense goes out the window when love's involved.

And common sense is what you need now most of all.

You're right. Mr. George,

may I travel back to 1953 again?

- I had a very insightful encounter there yesterday.
- Interesting.

Let's convince Mr. Whitman, without arousing suspicion,

that you'll go there two years later. Perhaps your source has discovered

new clues in the meantime.

Stop! Who are you?
Where are you going?

I am Violet... Purpleplum.

- Violet Purpleplum?
- Not everyone can be called Smith or Miller.

Actually, I was looking for the powder room
but somehow I got lost...

What kind of uniform are you wearing?

- British Girl Scouts.
- Girl Scouts?

Be Prepared! That's like... our motto, yes?

Be Prepared!

Yes?

She allegedly got lost in the old archives.

Poor girl! No sense of direction.

My dear cousin Hazel.

- Hazel Violet Purpleplum.
- Yes.

It's horrible I always get lost.

Pretty inconvenient for a Girl Scout.

No worries. I haven't seen you, Miss Purpleplum.

- He thinks you are...
- Your mistress.

- Or a floosie.
- Why?

Let's hope your grandma won't find out.
She's so moody since she's pregnant.

You'll be a father. To Uncle Henry. Congratulations!

Henry. Good name.

And I became a grandfather again.

Lucy came to see me with Paul.

Let's go. Someone's surely eavesdropping.

I will show you the 1950s.

- Can you make sense of this?
- No idea. I must have written it in the future.

I mean ... I will have written it.

Listen, it's not as I thought.

Lucy and Paul saw the Count
kill his own ancestor.

- What?
- He is so vainglorious,

that he doesn't shy away from murdering a family member.

Thank you.

How could such a person save the world?

Do Lucy and Paul still think that my life is in danger?

They say, the success of the
Count's vision depends on the Ruby.

So he'll stop at nothing
to get you under his thumb.

Lucas.

Kenneth? It's you. Here.

I hear you have a delightful young visitor.

May I introduce you? This is my boss, Kenneth de Villiers.

My cousin, Hazel Violet Purpleplum.
A true country lass.

From Gloucestershire.

It's really boring there. Too many...

Sheep.

Yes, sheep.

Say, haven't we met before? In some other establishment?

Not to my knowledge.

- Maybe at the British Girl Scouts.
- That must be it.

I thought we'd never get rid of him.

Listen, don't be impressionable.

- Don't show weakness. Stay strong!
- I am a nervous wreck. I'm not strong.

Yes, you are. Believe in yourself. You can achieve anything.

- Is it happening?
- Yes, goodbye.

Gideon! Are you okay?

What happened?

We better not tell her about my mission.

I completely agree.

Why do you smell of cigars?

Because... I've been smoking.

Let's see one of your cigars.

October 9th, 1955.

A bad day to start smoking.

Gwendolyn, you seem to think you can get away with anything.

But women aren't allowed to think here.

He looked at me so disdainfully. Perhaps he just wanted to bed me and now drops me like -

Wait, you said he was gentle and sweet?

Yes, until someone hit him on the head. Maybe he has amnesia.

- He didn't call. He doesn't care.
- You can't be sure.

- I feel like an idiot.
- Pull yourself together.

This is a matter of life and death.

I don't want to lose my best friend,

just because lovesickness tampers with her higher brain functions.

Unfortuntely, that's how it is.

Well, I tried all night to decipher the code.

But if even your grandfather has no idea...

- Yeah, I don't know.
- Hey! What's up?

Geocaching?

What?

Right! These are coordinates.

- Do you know about it?
- Sure. I have a GPS we can use.

Don't let a de Villiers ensnare you.

- What do you want in return?
- I have some ideas.

- My place? Gideon just cleaned, so...
- In your little dreams.

At the library, four o'clock.

'Let's meet in 1955.'

See! He texted first.

You look nervous.

Would you like a cigar to calm down?

Where is the key?

- What key?
- The one that let you leave here yesterday.

- I don't have a key.
- Don't lie to me.

I read in the annals what
happened on October 9th, 1955.

A certain Violet Purpleplum
visited Lucas Montrose.

Violet Purpleplum, seriously?

They thought she was his mistress
and the description fits you perfectly.

That doesn't mean a thing.

- Why do you distrust me?
- Maybe because I hate being lied to.

Especially by girls who
throw themselves at me one day,

and have somebody attack me the next.

- What are you talking about?
- I saw you with Paul at the church in 1912.

You were intimate...

- A bit too intimate.
- Paul and I?

And we were snogging, or what?

Almost.

- Who knows what I've missed.
- Impossible. I wasn't there.

Yes you were. And you lured me into a trap.

I'd never do that.

Why were you there anyway?

Gwen, Paul only wants your blood.

Gideon, Paul de Villiers isn't my type.

- There must be an explanation.
- Really? For example?

It's hard to find out who can be trusted.

You can trust me.

Always.

Is that so?

Then why are you keeping things from me?

It's intolerable that you kiss me,
then act like you despise me.

Gwen, you mock me all the time.
And I've had it with you!

So that's it then?

Splendid.

- Finally! Is Gideon coming? I'm famished.
- No idea. How was the museum?

Postponed. Raphael had a terrible migraine.

And I know how awful that can be.

Don't let him fool you, Charlotte.

- Gwen, will you join us?
- No.

He's an idiot, okay?

Repeat it as a mantra.

Allegedly, I snogged Paul.
But that's impossible.

How can you be sure?
Paul is very attractive.

Gideon doesn't trust him but I do.

He's sweet and lovely.
I think he cares for me.

- In the park we had that awkward moment.
- Of the enamoured variety or actually awkward?

I don't know.

It's different compared to Gideon.
And Paul belongs to Lucy.

Are you still sulking because of my cousin?

The "Black Swan" is one of the oldest pubs in London.

Excellent cuisine in any era.

And the waitresses are fit!

Has it always been like that?

Don't think you're special.
There were guys before you.

Really?

How many boyfriends has she had?

That's a bit embarrassing.

I don't want to gossip, but

she hadn't been very picky,
when she had a drink.

I know the feeling!

What about Leslie? Does she
get plastered sometimes?

Dude, seriously?

- Raphael and I...
- You and Raphael?

With him? No, never! But he was right.

The first numbers are coordinates.
And they lead to...

- This house!
- Great. What now?

Unfortunately, we didn't get the rest.

Perhaps they're page numbers.

There! "B".

Right! Look there.

"H".

"I".

Behind the water lilies?

- Are there water lilies in the house?
- I have no idea.

There's no painting, no tapestry.

Perhaps another book?

Xemerius, are you eavesdropping again?

You promised to involve me
in all the mystical stuff.

Ask the invisible gargoyle
if there are any water lilies here!

See, Leslie appreciates me.

This house is full of hiding places.

Have you seen the
stuffed crocodile in the recess?

We are only looking for water lilies.

If I show you to them, are you

going to buy me a kitten?
- No.

- No?
- Never.

Fine. How about a puppy?

- Now what?
- Check behind the wallpaper.

Yes, right there.

- Water lilies!
- Quiet.

Incredible.

- Xemerius?
- I'm already inside.

It's so dusty. Get lost, spider!
Before I'll eat you.

- What's there?
- Some shoddy old chest.

I wonder what's in it? Gold? Diamonds?

Or the remains of a naughty maid?

Or the second chronograph.

What are you doing here at midnight?

Is it about the cipher, Raphael spoke of?

I'll kill him.

Cipher? You read too many spy novels.

We're looking for Aunt Glenda's pumice.
See these calluses on my feet.

That won't do for the rococo era.

I'll be watching you, Gwendolyn.

Someone needs to tickle her all over.

It doesn't have to be anything big.
A spoon or a quill from the 17th century?

I'll surely get a few quid for that on Ebay.

You're such a drag. We'll go out later!

I found this amazing club yesterday...

- Check.
- I have to get up early.

- Let's party hard!
- I'm in trouble if I don't perform.

You think it's all a game, don't you?

No, but you could do with a bit more fun.

Uncle William thought so too.
That's why he brought me here.

Checkmate.

- He brought you here?
- Yeah.

He thinks you need some diversion
and advice to get over the girl.

Hey, I'm sorry!

We'll find you someone new.

We'd need the right tools. But it'd be noisy.

Your family needs to be out of the house.

- Tonight after the soirée?
- I can't go there, Leslie.

- Not today and not with Gideon.
- Don't let him get you down.

You'll be beautiful, sexy, fabulous. Show that tosser what he's missing.

Charlotte mustn't be right! You're the best!

No, you are.

I'm sure that'll be one wild party.

Nevermind that the Count despises me and the Alliance will kill me if I attract attention.

Speaking of which...

Everything I could find on the Alliance.

Why do they hate us time travellers?

They believe you possess demonic powers
and aspire to be godlike.

See, here they talk about the diabolical apparatus.
That could be the chronograph.

Okay, I'll see you later.

James, are you around?

There you are.

How are you going?

How indeed, when you've been delirious with fever for centuries?

I can't wait to wake up.

I fear your nightmare will last a while. So could you

help me out with something?

Do you know Lord Brompton?

What do you do at a soirée?

At Lord and Lady Brompton's?

I've heard they serve an infernally delicious punch.

Extravagant music, sweet marzipan fruit...

Some say they even have a dwarf and swans made of sugar.

How do I not stand out?

Get drunk like everyone else
and let someone drag you to a private room.

But if one of the gentlemen is too brash, tell him...

you have influential friends,
ready to fight a duel for your honour.

Okay! Great, thank you.

Those were the days...

Will she make it?

I tried but it was alarming
how little I had to work with.

- I honestly hope she'll succeed.
- What would we do without you?

Maybe they'll just think her simple-minded,

as long as nobody realises
you're time travellers.

Gwen, have you memorised your cover story?

Penelope Mary Gray, Viscount Batten's ward.

Born in 1766. Are you satisfied, Charlotte?

Plain, clumsy, without dowry or talent.

Just like in real life.

Good evening, Mr. Henry Lavender Gray.

Dear brother, I heard, they're waiting for us.

Isn't this a tad ostentatious?

While you're very modestly dressed, Sir Elton John.

- Ready?
- Ready when you are.

Miss Penelope Gray, my dear sister,

please remember at all times
the company we're in.

I couldn't imagine any more pleasant
than yours, brother mine.

Welcome, dear friends!

Come, my dear. I'll introduce you.

Our guest of honour,
the Count of Saint-Germain.

Accompanied by Lady Lavinia Rutland, London's prettiest and wealthiest widow.

- They say she has five secret lovers.
- Truly?

Chances are your brother will become the sixth.

He's such a handsome young man.

Rumour has it, the Count has
mastered the art of telepathy.

Quite!

The punch's not bad.

Oh no, he looks at me.
The Count, murderer of his own ancestor.

Stop! Think happy thoughts.

Owl, mushroom cloud wig, dwarf,

pink bunny, nothing unusual here...

Is he still courting that bimbo?

We all know you think
she's just the glassy, Mr. de Villiers.

I'm only thinking about Gideon, a piano,

people in ugly wigs, Gideon, frontal lobotomy

and Gideon...

I'm more and more infatuated by your beauty.

If only I were a bit younger...

Merci pour le compliment !

Wait, is that old sod flirting with me? Eww!

Eww? How charming.

Kindly excuse the daydreams of an old sod.

Are you finally prepared to
commit your life to my service?

You're mine, child. Don't forget it.

Stay calm!

Listen closely, you have
no power over me.

You don't own me and...

I have influential friends who'd
gladly fight for my honour.

- There!
- You're threatening me?

How foolish!

How amusing!

Young friend, I was pleased to see that

you've done a brilliant job with our little Ruby.

She has fallen for you.

I'm afraid I disagree.

Even a blind man could tell that she's yours.

Now make sure she's devoted to our cause alone.

Mr. Gray, I beg of you, indulge us with your violin playing.

I'm convinced your fingers are most nimble.

I'd be disappointed if you felt differently.

Bravo!

Come to my rooms later!

You performed wonderfully. But say,

isn't the slutty widow a bit too old for you?

Is that jealousy in your voice, Miss Gray?

I couldn't care less, if you
end up her sixth lover.

Especially since you know
a thing or two about that.

Was this laced with booze?

We've only been here for two hours
and you're totally sloshed!

He said, "Totally sloshed!"

- Pull yourself together!
- I'll so tell Charlotte.

Music is magical, isn't it?

Are you as gifted as
your brother, Miss Gray?

I love singing. Very much.

Ladies and gentlemen, little Miss Gray

would like to sing for us.
- With pleasure.

- You wouldn't.
- And if I did?

My sister has had a drop
too much. Please excuse us.

Lord Alistair! The Florentine Alliance! They're here.

Ladies and gentlemen, it's time to end this shameless display.

- Four against five?
- We have an old man, a glutton,

a plastered head girl
and two epées. Might be enough.

Good evening, Lord Alistair.
What a surprise.

You'll stop interfering with
God's creation and try to take His place.

We will keep deviants like you from being born.

"For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers of the darkness of this world,

against spiritual wickedness in high places."

Ephesians 6:12

Why don't you strangle them?

Don't you have an impressive weapon in your reticule?

Pardon?

Diabolic forces.

Stop it at once!

Or I shall curse you and rain hellfire upon you.

She's a witch. She's the devil's spawn.

Rakoczy, he's yours!

Were you just kissing me?

No.

Wishful thinking, Miss Shepherd.

Hello.

You did the exact opposite
of what you were told.

You were supposed to look
after me not the slutty widow.

This was the opposite of what you were told.

- Where are we anyway?
- At the de Villiers bank's main branch.

Let's go before someone recognises me
and thinks I'm with a tipsy burlesque dancer.

I can see my reflection in your coat.

- Oh, for shame!
- In my opinion, you're lovely.

I don't want to take advantage of you.

And I wouldn't let you.

Anyway, your loss.

I can't explain what happened.

She's not ill but smells of gin and soot.

We need coffee.

A lot of it.

Leslie?

I was at a wild party.

- How much did you drink?
- Too much.

And I also sang too much.

- No one is home, my dear. "Tosca".
- At the opera?

The tickets cost me a fortune.

And Caroline's at boarding school.
We've got the run of this place.

You're the best.

Gin's wonderful. But aren't you
a bit young to indulge

and without me at that?

Upon your request, I arranged
for a pickaxe and a hammer.

I've seen it before. Open it!

Miss Gwendolyn, I advise you
to open the chest in your room.

Behind closed doors.

The chronograph!

I am free, Leslie!

- Gwen, this has your name on it.
- It does?

It's a letter from Lucy.

Dear Gwendolyn,
I'm glad you found our chronograph.

Guard it with your life,
because that's what's at stake.

Every Sunday, we go
to church at "Holy Trinity's".

We should meet there.

An instruction manual.

It works!

There're spheres with blood inside.

Yes, only mine and Gideon's are missing.

Isn't it too risky? Here and now?

I must see them and I can't be
bothered to cross the entire city in 1912.

In here.

I have a bad feeling.

- My apples!
- I'm so sorry.

Paul?

Excuse me, I ...

Gwendolyn?

- You are here. Alone?
- Yes.

Gwen!

Don't trust him. It's a trap.
He just wants your blood!

Good heavens! You can't just
knock somebody down like that.

Gideon! What are you doing here?

See? He had to protect me.

Take him to a secure location.
Wait until he jumps back in time.

Gwendolyn!

Paul, couldn't we have just detained him?

Don't worry. He'll be cared for.

No more harm will come to him!

She must know. Now.

Gwendolyn ...

you are our daughter.

We are your parents.

Pardon?

No way.

No.

It was the only way to keep you safe.

Forgive us, we had to
leave you with Aunt Grace.

I couldn't imagine a better substitute mother.

I can't imagine a better mother.

- I'm sorry.
- No, that's fine.

I'm sure Grace is the best.

She knows about your schedule, your diet...

and all about childhood ailments, vaccinations...

how to keep you from bad boys,
drugs even, or this internet thing.

I know, but to me she's only
six months old and in diapers.

Lucy, I'm fine.

I'm almost used to the whole

''you're special and in mortal danger" spiel.

But you are special.
For you are our daughter.

As a child of two time travellers,
you're more powerful than the Count.

Only you can stop him.

That's why you had to grow up
away from the Lodge's influence.

To be honest, the Count will try to break you.

You must prove yourself.
"Hic Rhodos, Hic Salta." Our family's motto.

The eagle's rise signifies the Count's return.

Once he's gained control over time,
nobody can stop him.

His new world order isn't
for the welfare of mankind,

but for his own and that of his disciples.

For centuries, he's working
towards this reign of the elite.

They'll control finances, seed and
water supply, vaccines, education.

They'll eradicate everything that doesn't conform to their ideals.

But what can we do?

I'll travel to 1783 and meet
with the Florentine Alliance.

Lord Alistair promised us
the Count's stolen memoir.

We believe he's written down
what he's planning specifically.

Please don't. They're dangerous
and want to destroy us all.

It's the only way.
It'll help you and us both.

Help me with what?
I can't do this anymore.

Gwendolyn.

We love you dearly, never forget that.

Who gave birth to Gwendolyn?

It started with "L"...

Lucia, Luisa, Lucy...

Lucy?

Lucy Montrose, the Sapphire.

- Unbelievable.
- They wanted to keep it a secret.

The Ruby decends from a male and female gene carrier.

That makes it special.

Let her go!

Take our visitor home.

Anything I can help you with, Gideon?

- Gideon?
- Leslie, I must talk to Gwen.

She's not here but will be back. Soon.

Where are you?

She set the machine for 1912
but hasn't returned yet.

This is dangerous. She could be
immured, wounded, buried alive.

How could she be so reckless?
We must find her.

Gwendolyn. You are our daughter.

We had to leave you with Aunt Grace.

You've reached the voicemail of Grace Shepherd.

Leave good tidings after the tone.

Hello, Grace.

Or shall I continue calling you mum?

But sadly, you are not my mother.

Because sadly, my whole life is a lie.

Why didn't you tell me?

Did you think I'm too stupid to understand?

Or was it easier to withold
that I don't belong with you?

That Nick isn't my brother,
and dad not my father?

And you not my...

Why didn't you just tell me?

Don't cry.

Don't forget, you have a demon ally

who is prepared to destroy all your enemies.

Get lost! You don't understand a thing.

But ...

The gargoyle!

It'll lead us to her. This way.

Wait for me here.

Gwen? Gwen!

Thank God!

Gideon, my mother ...

Lucy and Paul are...

It's all a lie.

- I'm completely alone.
- Not true.

You won't get rid of me.
I can promise you that.

When you saw me with Paul...

it was a paternal hug, nothing more.

I know.

I'll take you home.

Anything else?

No. Why?

Seems like you're one of us now.

- A real de Villiers.
- In your dreams.

Luckily, it's a different branch,
at least five times removed.

Next time you time travel, you tell me first!

It's bloody dangerous.

You must be aware of so many things.

Will you tell them that
I've the second chronograph?

What do you think?

Where were you?

I was with Lucy.

Promise you'll always be
my mother, no matter what.

Always, no matter what.

Forgive me.

Maybe someday you'll understand.

You you know how much I've always...

I think so.

- How is Lucy?
- She was very upset.

Paul seemed calmer yet near to tears.

I like them fine, but you...

I'd give anything to see Lucy again.

May I have pancakes? With applesauce?

Of course, darling.

Say, is this Aunt Maddie's robe?

Gwendolyn, it must have been horrible
to grow up in such conditions.

But now, we'll take care of you and guide you.

Today you'll meet the Count.
An afternoon visit in 1783.

- Again? Must I?
- You are his servant.

You must come. You owe me, remember?

Pardon?

Are you blackmailing me? If I don't obey,
you'll tell them about the chronograph?

It's paramount they trust you.
Otherwise we'll never find out the truth.

Moreover, I must talk to you alone.

- About my parents?
- Gwendolyn, shut up!

It takes all my courage
to tell you something nice.

And I don't have any experience with that.

I tried not to think about you but

it's impossible.

But I never know what to expect. You're so stubborn, complicated and...

outrageous.
- Something nice?

- You really have no experience at all.
- But then you're clever...

courageous and beautiful.

I know it's against the rules.
The Count says it's a weakness.

But I don't care because we belong together.

Worst of all, we only have to be in
the same room and I want to kiss you.

Yes, that's terrible.

- Why the confession?
- Because I can't go on.

I can't go on being angry at you.

I want us to be a team.

Full disclosure. No more tricks and lies.

You mean a lot to me.

Together we're invincible.

But I want you to trust me.

I love you.

- Seriously?
- Yes, seriously.

You can breathe normally now.

Inhale and exhale.

Your arrogance is insufferable.

But it's exhilarating that you forget
to breathe because of me.

Madame !

Dead on time, ma chère.

You'll have met me on the morrow?

I love these paradoxes.
Will the soirée go well?

Dreadful! The Alliance attacked us.

Yes, but I... we defeated Lord Alistair.

Your swordsmanship is
formidable, my young friend.

Gwen found something useful in her reticule.

I shall remind you.

Voudriez-vous remettre cette lettre
à notre chère amie, Lady Lavinia?

Lady Lavinia again.

Votre cheval vous attend dans la cour.

Now back to you, my child...

I notice with satisfaction that
you're now bound to our cause.

Leave the thinking to us.

We shall guide you.

You are mistaken.
I will trust my own judgment.

You won't deceive me
and use me for your purposes.

How naïve to think a little girl
could prevent the eagle's rise.

Gideon is on my side.

Is that so? Are you sure?

Right now, your beloved is calling
on the enchanting Lady Lavinia.

Surely a most satisfying pastime.

Gwendolyn, a prudent woman
hides her jealousy.

Pardon? This is... whatever.

Admirable, how quickly
Gideon mastered his assignment.

His assignment?

He probably didn't have to try hard

to steal your heart. Just like your cousin's.

Nobody has stolen my heart.

He knows that women in love are more easily controlled.

No, you are wrong.

Nothing is more painful
than a broken heart.

Ma chère,

you may be happy if I wish it,

but if I want you to suffer, you shall.

Only your death will end this.

Why not accept that
your life is in my hands?

Then I could have spared
you this painful proof.

Gwen!

Wait!

Gwen! What happened?

What is it?

The Count told me that you both think

that women in love are
more easily manipulated.

- What? No.
- Oh yes.

Well played.
Incidentally, he thinks so too.

So much for no more secrets.
So much for trust.

So much for "I love you".

- Heavens! Is that blood?
- Not mine. I got caught up in something.

- Again, what happened?
- I merely want the truth!

- Can we talk later?
- No, now.

Just confirm or deny.

Did the Count tell you to make me
fall in love with you. Yes or no?

Yes.

Thank you for your candour.

I took the liberty to hide the apparatus

behind my private hunting gear.

No one will dare to look for it there.

Chin up!

Do you remember that?

Then it's still in your future.

It's a promise.

- Did you bring the Count's memoir?
- Of course. There!

Abstruse ideas of a fanatic.

All known facts about the Count,
the Lodge and its members.

Swear by Almighty God you'll use it solely

against the Count, not the gene carriers.

I don't care how you'll surrender
these papers. Dead or alive.

I shall destroy you, demon.

Die, demon!

- Paul!
- Any last words?

Sod off!

You too! Come on, get lost!

Paul!

Gideon de Villiers!
Are you okay, lad?

I'm fine.

But you're wounded.

It was worth it.

Tell me one thing, do you
love Gwen with all your heart?

More than your heritage, your life?
Will you fight with her?

- Hell, yes.
- Then read this.

The Count's memoir.
Promise me!

Sapphire Blue

based on a novel by Kerstin Gier.

Subtitles by Nina, 2015.