All language subtitles for Bloody Fiancee

"The good ones are those who are content to dream
what the wicked actually practice." --PLATO

Why are we stopping?

So you can
change clothes

I'd rather just drive
at 90 miles an hour

All in good time

- Your room number?
-208

Allow me

- You stayed here before?
- Yes, by myself

You go in, I'll park the car

What's wrong?

I don't want to stay here

Why not?

I don't like this hotel

This is Susan, my... well,
I don't have to tell you

My husband told me all about you
on the way here

He said such nice things that...

I feel I've known you all my life

- Lovely to meet you
- Welcome, madam

Carol, come and say hello

For me?

She wanted to please you, madam

Your name's Carol?

A pretty name

How old are you?

fourteen

She's twelve, madam.
She likes to pretend she's older

Do you like school?

Do you work hard?

Her teacher didn't
always think so

- She died
- What?

Yes, her teacher died
in a car accident

And Carol still feels bad

The new teacher comes tomorrow

You liked your teacher?

Last time we met
you were this size

You remember me?

I prepared your favourite room

Come on

The veil

Is it torn?

Same old furniture
as when I was a boy

- The house is old, sir
- And very big

Shall I unpack your luggage, miss?

Can I help
with the dress?

Thank you, but I can do it myself

- It's bad luck to tear it
- I'll be careful

The trip was long and
many things happened to us

- What time do you want dinner?
- We don't want any

Perhaps she would like a cup of coffee
or tea?

No, nothing thanks

Are you nervous?

What are you feeling?

Nothing

Curiosity

And a little fear

Maybe it's not curiosity or fear

Something I can't explain

I'm the same

Like a student on exam day

We should have made love
before today

- You never asked
- You never gave me a chance to

My poor lover, my tender husband

What can I do for you?

D0 you undress
or do I strip you naked?

Whatever you like

Very well

The servants...

Your breakfast, sir.
ls there anything else?

No, nothing at the moment

A sweet awakening...
from your first night

How is the weather?

Splendid

That wasn't the first time

The first time we had
good weather here?

Your first time
with a woman

Well...

It doesn't matter

You were good...
perfect

And me?

Great...

You know that

Enough...

- The food, sir
- Leave it outside

Finished?

Can't I see?

Don't be impatient

Satyr

Now you'll see.

Come on, put me down

There

We got one

It's beautiful

Beautiful. A female

1621 to 1665

He died young

What did he die of?

Who's this?

And that one?

And that?

Do you know?

This is very old family

- Why are there no women's portraits?
- They're in the cellar

In the cellar?

Where are your family's women?

- What?
- Their portraits

All in the cellar

Well, I didn't put them there

Even if they're dead,
I demand they be revived

- I'm hungry
- It's an hour before dinner

Perfect, I thought so

Time for everything

The roses

In spring, only roses
of the flesh shall flourish

- You know who said that?
- You

It's me. Where are you?

Can you hear me?

- What are you doing?
- Come up here

- You saw her?
- Who?

- The bride
- What bride?

I was looking at you.
Come up

Let me go.

Come on, don't be foolish

I don't want to

Really....

Open it, Susan

Why are you doing that?

The girl...

- It was his grandfather
- Who told you?

I asked mother

His wife wanted to kill him

She poisoned his food

He found out and
she ran away to Paris

Did your mother tell you that?

I heard it at school.
Everyone knows it

It's just a story

It's true, that's why
all the women's portraits...

were taken to the cellar

Keep still

Do you like being hurt?

What makes you think that?
No-one has hurt me

Here it is, it's finished

Do I look like that, really?

You're much prettier

- It's yours
- Can I really keep it?

- Are they really in the cellar?
- Yes, they are

It's me

What was so comical?

Do you know who she was?

If you knew, you wouldn't laugh

Susan, come with me

I'll tell you about
Mircala Karstein

This place... it's magical

Hollow

Yes, like a tomb

The woman in the portrait?

I suppose so

- Someone in your family?
- In a way

Your name's not Karstein

She never took her husband's name

- She killed him on her wedding night
- Why?

The legend says...

he tried to make her
do indecent acts

Indecent? What kind of things?

Nobody knows

It was never revealed

A shame, it would have been
the best part of the story

How did she die?

She didn't die

She was found,
dressed as a bride...

blood spattered
beside her dead husband

Eyes open, rigid,
with warmth still in her body

It was two years
before they buried her

Still with the dagger
in her hand

She was beautiful, of course,
as often in these tales

And is she... still there?

I doubt it.
Almost 200 years have passed

The grave has been violated
dozens of times

But let's see

Perhaps it's the delicate
forearm of Mircala

What's wrong?

It's my fault, I'm sorry

Cemeteries, decay...
it upsets me

Why should that frighten you?
You're alive

Alive

Not now

- Are you sure?
- Please

You look like a puppy waiting
to be fed

To eat, you must learn
how women are

All or nothing

And now it's nothing?

That's it

Take it

It's yours now

Let's seal our covenant
with a kiss

There's someone under the bed

Don't touch me

There's no one here, madam,
it was just a dream

I saw it

I saw it with my own eyes

Look. There's nothing there

Bring her a hot drink.
With some brandy

I can stay with her,
or maybe Carol?

No need

Can you bring me the
red capsules from the cupboard

D0 you feel better?

We all have our fears,
there's no need to dwell on them

I'm sorry

- I want to get away from here
- Get away?

But Why?

You were happy this morning

- I had a horrible dream
- Exactly

It was nothing but a nightmare

- It wasn't a dream
- Then what was it?

A woman came in this room

I saw her

She talked to me

And left this

Listen

In dreams, the subconscious
chooses themes...

normally prohibited
by their moral code

They often feel hatred
or murderous thoughts...

towards people who, in real life,
they feel affection for

These manifestations confirm
the wisdom of Plato, when he said:

The good are those
who are content to dream...

what the wicked actually practice

Jung says, some dreams
don't belong to the dreamer

Inherited dreams

Collective ancestral inhibitions...

which surface even in
morally healthy people

What's all that to do
with the dagger?

Nothing

Nightmares are the expression
of powerful desire...

which is being
rejected or repressed

There is in women an
aggressive tendency...

when they face the
loss of their virginity...

an event of
great importance...

which is for her
both desirable and abhorrent

Some experts call it
"the Judith Complex"

Rubbish

Why keep
such horrible books?

- When did you read this?
-I haven't

This is the first time
I've ever seen it

Carol wants to say...

she put the dagger
in the bed

Come here, Carol

ls that true, was it you?

- Where did you get it?
- From a lady in the woods

You didn't tell me about any lady

- What lady?
- The one in a wedding dress

She told you to put
it in the bed?

She said to give it to Susan

Did you go into the room?

You put it in the bed?

She's lying, sir

- Where did you put it?
- On the table

It was her, sir

She found it in the woods
and put it on the bed

She's afraid to tell the whole truth

You won't get into trouble

It's a little imaginative,
but mostly true

Well then, it's all fine

That's it

Well, I think that
explains it all

Explains what?

Not very reassuring

Neither the aggressiveness
of virgins, nor Carol's story

You still want to leave?

Tell me you don't want to leave

And you'll forget
your fears and nightmares

What have you done
with the dagger?

- I have it
- Hide it somewhere

I don't want to know where

Those books lie

I love you

I don't hate you

Cold

Still cold

Frozen

I just want to be sure

Don't worry, you won't find it

Because it's not in this room

- You're positive?
- Absolutely

The girl won't find it?
Or her mother or father?

No chance, it's well hidden

Anyway...

There's other knives here

but it seems Mircala Karstein
isn't interested in them

What's wrong, do you feel ill?

This is to calm the nerves

A mere precaution.
She seems better

Turn over, please

There, we're done

I'll give you another shot tomorrow

For now,
carry on your life as normal

Eat, drink, take a walk,
you'll soon recover

You'll do that for me?

What's this?

A bruise... How did that happen?

My ring... I had to slap her

I can only give you my opinion,
it's not a diagnosis

I only deal with diseases,
hepatitis, pneumonia

I can't tell you exactly
what's wrong with your wife

Infantile fears...

a tendency to dwell
on childhood myths

Perhaps emotional problems
connected with the marriage

- Should I get a psychiatrist?
- I knew you'd ask

I guess you want me to say no,
isn't that right?

- I don't want to frighten her
- It's just nightmares

I don't see any need
for a psychiatrist, at least for now

There is one thing

To be honest,
your wife seems very infantile

She is very young,
just a child

Believe me, I wish I could suggest
a simple solution

You've done a lot.
Thanks for reassuring me

You're welcome

Who is it?

The woman from my dreams

She's a very pretty ghost

What did he say?

The doctor?

What he told you, not to worry

I know I'm not ill

I suppose you told him
about my dreams

What did he think?

The same as me

Look...

here are your dreams

And here's reality

When a person sleeps,
the dividing line is imprecise

But on waking, it's like a wall

Dreams here and reality there,
they can't be mixed

You believe that?

Are you sure?

- But I saw that woman
- Stop this nonsense

You'll never believe me

I can't believe in ghosts and accept
they're as real as you and me

What if I told you I know
where you hid the knife?

Where?

Inside the clock in the dining room

You're sure?

Come with me

Now, where is it?

Under the clock-face

This can't be

I hid it somewhere far away

I'm tired of your lies.
I want you to tell me the truth

Did you hide it in the clock?

Answer me

You've had enough time

Now you'll tell the truth

You saw the master
when he buried it in the forest

- Carol.
- Leave her

Perhaps a woman
did give you the knife

Fine

You and I are going to
make a pact.

Drink the coffee

If Susan asks, tell her you saw
me bury the dagger in the woods

You thought I was taking it from her

That's why you hid it in the clock.
Alright?

She'll only be telling the truth

Part of the truth, perhaps

She'll tell us the truth now

I'll ask a question,
you must answer yes or no

You promise to tell the truth?

Not like that. Say it

Good, now listen to me

Did you tell Susan you put
the dagger in the clock, yes or no?

Very good

Remember, we have a pact.
Now you can go

- What do you think?
- Just games

Children's games

- But Susan is no longer a child
- You're right, sir

Who are you?
What are you doing?

Where's your clothes?

I'll get something for you to wear

Where to?

I don't know

- Get a blanket, she's frozen
- ls she naked?

Looks like it

Take her inside,
give her a hot drink

ls that you?

I thought you were asleep.
I brought you some clothes

I hope they fit

Thank you

Turn on the light if you want

My husband told me what happened.
You can eat with us later

In about half an hour

Can I take a bath?

Of course

The bathroom's there
with everything you need

What's your name?

I am Carmila

We'll wait for you

You look good

I found these in the wardrobe,
I hope you don't mind

I feel beautiful

Susan is very beautiful, too

You're both very kind

Let's sit.
Dinner is served

Sit there, please

The centre of attention

Why were you on that beach?

You know Seagull Island?

- I was diving there...
- Alone?

Sometimes I need to be alone,
in the silent depths

I must have lost track of time

I really don't know
what happened to me

All I really remember is
coming round and seeing you

You were lucky, that beach
is nearly always deserted

Let's toast the strange events
which led me there

Won't someone be missing you?

They might be worried

I live alone

- After dinner, we'll take you home
- I don't know where I live

You don't remember,
or you don't have a home?

I don't remember

But you remember your name

Carmila, what else?

I don't know

Well, I suppose
you don't have to tell us

Perhaps tomorrow
you'll remember everything

Perhaps we'll see your photograph
in a newspaper

I don't think so

You like it?

That's how you see me?

Why wear them like that?

When I close my hands,
I feel I'm holding something

It's time for bed

You're making progress

Anything wrong?

It's her

What of her?

Carmila is Mircala

Not more of this, Susan?

They're identical

They're the same person

She came to kill you

I don't like you

I hate you

I hated you, from the first time
you touched my body

That's why I'm afraid

Susan, please.
What are you afraid of?

Nothing is going to happen

Tomorrow, when the sun rises,
you'll laugh at all this

Now go to sleep,
you don't have to worry

What's going on?

Where have you been?

And our guest?

She left early today,
it was barely dawn

Did she say anything?

I just saw her go by.
She didn't even look at me

She doesn't seem very grateful

The ghost must have remembered
its own story

She went
and will not return

Disappeared - or perhaps
she wasn't a ghost

As you said, everything
is different in daylight

That woman understands
what's troubling you

It's easy to be cruel to you

Susan, what happened last night?

Why won't you say?
What does that woman want?

Nothing's happened.
Just that I feel better now

Who did this to you?

Does it hurt?

Now I think she should
see a psychiatrist

Why not?

I don't understand these things

And I don't think
a psychiatrist would either

Look at this dagger

It's identical to the one that
Susan mysteriously found

This is Mircala Karstein,
you know the legend

Susan found this in the cellar,
as it is now

With this hole cut in the face

Look... only the date of birth

Our unusual guest
was called Carmila

Mircala, Carmila,
the same letters rearranged

See these rings?

Carmila was naked
but for her rings

And what a coincidence...
she wears them this way

Susan drew this from memory

The face of the woman
who visits her in dreams

And this is the portrait
she made of Carmila

- It's easy to imagine a similarity
- That close?

This morning I looked for this box
I remember seeing as a child

People believe an ancestor of mine
tried to poison her husband

It's a powerful poison.
I tried it on a hare

Mircala or Carmila. Who knows?

So, is that it?

For now, yes

It was hard for me
to tell you all this

I hope now you know
it's more than just a legend

- You find it amusing?
- No, I'm sorry

But with some coincidences
and a little imagination...

the result would be
exactly the same

What do you call coincidence?

How many times is something
not a coincidence?

In some cases, simply twice

In others it's scientifically
unacceptable...

even at 1000 times

I assume you think this is
in the second category

That's exactly what I think

And I hope you agree

I'm utterly confused right now
and I don't know what to believe

I hoped you would listen,
advise me, help me...

The truth is, though
I'm afraid to say it...

and ashamed to accept it...

I would say that...

Carmila or Mircala
is a supernatural being

Really, that's far-fetched

- How can you think that...?
- Wait.

Sit down

Tell the doctor
what you saw this morning

I was setting traps in the woods,
and heard noises

I thought it might be some prey

But no, it was Miss Susan
and that other woman

They were hiding in the bushes and...

- I don't know if I should...
- Come on, tell him

She was biting her neck

What do you mean?
Who bit whom?

The other woman bit Miss Susan.
I saw it with my own eyes

Susan has marks on her neck

What else did you see
with your own eyes?

Nothing, I was afraid I'd be seen

So I left

- I heard howling
- Howling?

You mean both women howled?

Like two cats in heat.
That's how they sounded

Like vampires

Your sanctuary was looted

Your rest disturbed

Your stained and contaminated shroud,
grossly invaded in a vile way

In this desecrated fortress, I seek
consolation for my troubled soul

No judge can judge me

I obey the irresistible law which
makes my strength and weakness

Your heart is wounded,
and mine craves...

The ecstasy of your death

I live only in your flesh

And you will die

Die to live through me.
I cannot help it

As I seek you,
you will search for one...

to share the ecstasy
of this cruelty...

the only form of love
for you and for me

Say it

I hate him

- Say it again
- I hate him

Say it with all your heart

I hate him

He has desecrated your body
to humiliate you

He has desecrated my body
to humiliate me

lnvaded your body
to enslave you

lnvaded my body
to enslave me

D0 you really know Susan?

You're a friend of her family
and knew her since she was a child

But...
how much do you actually know?

Perhaps she and Carmila
were friends at school

As close as two sisters,
or even closer

Are you mad? That's
an absurd suggestion

This could be some sort of
childhood pact

Stop it. How can you
think such nonsense?

You act like a father whose
son was charged with a crime

I want an explanation,
you're just being offensive

Then I'll just keep my mouth shut

N0. I'm waiting to hear
what it was you saw

Then listen and
draw your own conclusions

Last night I witnessed
a grotesque ritual...

between Susan and your wife

I won't give you all the details

But she's certainly not a ghost

Carmila is flesh and blood.
A perverse paranoiac

Your wife is just an innocent victim

One last thing...

Both are very dangerous.
Not for me, but for you

You know why?
Yes, you obviously do...

Because in this triangle...
you are the intruder

Freshly extracted...

it appears as a red fluid

Its flavour... is slightly sweet

The human body...

contains about a gallon and a half

It is a little heavier than water

But its viscosity...

is five or six times greater

Our life...

depends on a constant supply...

of the substances it transports

Another important function
of blood...

is to transmit heat to the body

That's all for today

Leave your notebooks
on the table

- Aren't you tired?
- I slept all day long

Kill him. Kill him now.

End his arrogance.
Kill him.

Cut his face.

Find his heart and tear it out.
Silence him

Punish him for his insolence.
Kill him, kill him.

Destroy his evil powers

Run.

The doctor hoped to catch you,
but not like this

What can I do with you?

You want me to open the trap?

Alright

But first I'll tie your hands

No, I don't trust you

You do it...
Around your wrist

That's it

Very good

Now the other one

They will return. They cannot die

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