All language subtitles for De_Johnsons_The_Johnsons__Rudolf_

February 8th, 1934.

In the utmost secrecy...

...the old medicine man showed
me something amazing:

A monstrous embryo trapped
in a large crystal.

The Indians called it Xangadix,
Master of the Night.

I stood eye to eye with
the source of all Evil.

The medicine man repeated
the old myth:

The seed of Xangadix shall germinate...

...in the womb of a woman
with blue eyes.

Once she is fertile,
she is doomed to bear the Evil...

...that will veil the world
in darkness forever.

Holy shit!

This is the last thing that
Henri Vidal-Naquet ever wrote.

Two days later he was dead.

Hooray for Dr. Johnson.

What are you doing for the vacation?

Going to my grandmother's.
And you?

- My parents are going skiing.
- Fun.

- Sure, but I can't go with them.
- Why not?

They have to work on their marriage.

And you're staying home alone?

No, I'm going to help out at my aunt's.
She broke her leg.

She tripped over a garbage bag.

- Is she nice?
- Bit common, but she's all right.

- Know what she always says?
- What?

I'll give you a smack right on the kisser.

We can't accept the strikers' demands.

The city would go bankrupt
within six months.

We are willing to negotiate
reasonably...

...but not about a fifteen percent raise.

The striking sanitation men
must understand this.

There are rumors about cholera
in the south of the city.

Ridiculous. Cholera doesn't
exist here anymore.

The council recognizes its
responsibilities for the city.

- But then what do you propose?
- For the moment nothing.

- You get a picture already?
- No, too boring.

- How are things with Emalee?
- Just fine.

MAYOR IN HIS OWN WASTE

You're always at the right place
at the right time, aren't you?

Guess so. Luck, intuition.

Emalee Lucas...

- David...
- No.

I think she just left.
Can I take a message?

Right. I'll have a look.

He doesn't want to go out.
He's got an assignment.

Always the same excuse.
He can go to hell.

No, she's definitely out.
What kind of assignment is it?

A story about a rare bird
in the Biesbosch marshes:

The night heron.

The night heron? My foot.

- It's good money.
- How much?

- Ten thousand guilders.
- How much?

- Ten thousand. ls she home now?
- Hold on.

Ten thousand big ones!

The night heron, come on.

Victoria, I know you're listening.

I'm sorry about last time.

Send me the bill for the dry cleaners
and take this picture.

The night heron: Nycticorax
nycticorax. Migratory bird.

Red eyes, yellow beak,
grayish black feathers, extremely rare.

Mom, the night heron exists.

David?

Mom.

Mommy.

Sweetheart, calm down.

My little doll.

I don't want these stupid
dreams anymore.

Professor, why did you
turn down my paper?

- Don't you like me?
- I'm crazy about you.

So why?

I ask for an interpretation of
the Oyana mourning dances...

...and you give me some
story about Madonna.

See me this afternoon in my office.

Professor, I've found something
amazing in the basement.

- That's very nice, Denise.
- Angela.

- So what did you find?
- Couldn't you come have a look?

No, my class is waiting for me.

No, that's the case with Indians,
Eskimos and Papuans.

According to Murray, rituals
almost always come first.

Only later are they given
an explanation: the myth.

Therefore we must first
address their significance.

Whether they're true stories
or not is irrelevant.

Oedipus kills his father and
sleeps with his mother.

- I see no ritual.
- Oh no?

Then why does he
blind himself afterwards?

- Because he knows...
- Because men are blind.

It's a women's myth about
their justified hatred of men.

- But described beautifully by...
- A man, yes.

Ladies and gentlemen, till tomorrow.

Professor, this is really very important.

A case with extraordinary material.

- That's very nice, Denise.
- Angela.

- Couldn't you come have a look?
- No, I'm sorry.

- Tonight then?
- I'm having dinner with my dad.

Two pizza Paramaribo.

It's coming.

Something wrong, Dad?

Women never do what
you tell them, do they?

- Medicine man...
- They don't listen.

- I want my money back.
- Why?

- Because it doesn't work.
- What doesn't work?

This.

Magic pepper.

You bought a jar of magic pepper
from my father?

Sit down, girl.

There is an evil spirit in the child's head.

So I went to see this man who
calls himself a medicine man.

He gave me medicine to
exorcise the spirit. 175 guilders.

I consecrated it, but I also told her
she would have to fast.

- Did you fast?
- The spirit was hungry.

Sandra, was the spirit hungry or not?

Did Cora pack your bags?

Cora? That was a long time ago.
Yvonne.

Yvonne didn't think you
were home enough?

How'd you know that?

You can stay with me,
but you know the conditions.

You have to turn left here.

No, I have to drop by school first.

I couldn't have hoped for better.

The famous 1934 expedition.

The Mahxitu Indians in the Amazon.

Jesus Christ. This is truly unique.

I thought all the material was lost.

Well, this is still here.

- Isn't that Vidal-Naquet?
- Yes, the Vidal-Naquet.

He headed the expedition.

Professor of ethnology
at the Sorbonne.

What a discovery. In our department?

In a case in the basement.

- Was there anything else?
- Notes and sketches.

Ah, the clay masks.

Once they're disguised,
everything is permitted.

No...

- This can't be true.
- The embryo.

Xangadix, the evil spirit of the Mahxitu.

That had something to do
with black magic.

Vidal-Naquet took the embryo
with him for research.

He steals it from the Indians.

Right afterwards he goes insane
and commits suicide in the bush.

The others have to return to France.

Their ship is wrecked off Brittany.

Everything lost. Like a curse.

Stop. Turn this off.
Our eyes must not see this.

- Dad, stop it.
- We have to burn this film.

- You don't know what this is.
- I do. It's...

- No, don't say it.
- Xangadix.

Look, here is Surinam, your homeland.

The Mahxitu Indians are here,
in the Amazon...

...with the evil spirit, Xangadix.

The expedition was a disaster.
But how did that case get here?

It belonged to the doctor
of the expedition.

An American who returned
directly to the States.

Years ago his widow presented it
to the university.

Doctor Johnson?

Isn't your father nice.

It's like a horror movie,
but then real.

A kind of empty palace with...

...l don't know, with...

...with blood.

That sounds very scary.

Are the dreams always the same?

And my hands and face
are all covered with...

Blood?

- You're thirteen, aren't you?
- I'll be fourteen next week.

Have you had your period
for a long time?

- Did you get it recently?
- I haven't had my period yet.

Does that bother you?

All my friends have had it for ages.

It isn't fair, is it?

Maybe that's why I'm having
all these nightmares.

Dad, your breakfast.

How can he eat all this?

Your break--
Where is that old man?

- Is something wrong?
- Please come with us.

No, I'm sorry...
Gentlemen, please.

No, out of the question.

My name is De Graaf,
Department of Education and Science.

And you wanted to share that
with me? Nice of you.

- SSR?
- Special Security and Research.

A covert branch of the Department.

- I expect your discretion.
- With reference to what?

That's what I'm about to tell you.

We've got seven psychopaths
locked up in a secret clinic.

The clinic is going to close...

...and it's my job to decide
what to do with them.

I've consulted psychologists,
sociologists and neurologists.

No one knows what's wrong
with them or what we should do.

Why are they locked up?

A massacre in a children's home.

- A massacre...
- Right. Sixteen victims.

Good lord.

Have a look at this picture.

- When did this happen?
- Fourteen years ago.

And the psychopaths have been
locked up for fourteen years?

- And how old are they now?
- Twenty-one.

- So they were. ..
- They were seven years old.

Seven year old murderers?

There's something demonic about it.

And since I've published
articles on exorcism...

I'd appreciate your advice.

- Where are these guys?
- In a fort in the Biesbosch.

And here's Angela.

Something terrible has happened.
The case is gone.

- Which case?
- With the film and the sketches.

That's impossible.

I've looked everywhere. It's gone.

- Would someone have stolen it?
- What good would it do anyone?

Hello, Boy.

Hello, Boy?

What have you done with the case?

You want something to eat?

It contains invaluable scientific material.

- Where is the case?
- What case?

- Here you are, Sir.
- Thank you.

The film is melted and
the papers are charcoal.

Should I burn the case too?

Dad, this is a crime.

I did what had to be done.

This is the twentieth century.

The spirit is eternal.
I've done mankind a service.

What are you doing?
Taking a tent to a hotel?

There's no hotel there.

You're not going camping, are you?

By yourself? In the marshes of
the Biesbosch, in a tent?

I want that ten grand, don't I?

I won't be able to sleep a wink.

Are you taking Dad's machete?

This is turning into a real production.
I'm coming with you.

I wanted to give you something
for your birthday.

How nice. Come in.
We're just about to go.

I thought I'd give you something useful.

I see you already have a knife.

You can't peel an apple with that.

Cool. And just in time, too.

I'd better be going then.

Alright, see you later.

- Have a nice vacation.
- You too.

- I really like your present.
- It's nothing.

Stainless steel.

- A pocket knife. I'm not a guy.
- Oh, he means well.

Yeah. He's cute, isn't he?

- He likes you.
- Don't be silly.

Watch out, he's got a crush on you.

Peter? Come on, he's much too short.

Sounds plausible.

But why have I never heard
anything about this massacre?

Because fourteen years ago
it was called food poisoning.

Complete with fake reports...

...from the Departments
of Justice and Health.

How can seven year old
children do such a thing?

- How many of them were there?
- Seven. Seven little boys.

- Seven boys?
- Yes.

Seven seven year old boys,
Professor.

De Gooyer, head of security.

This is quite some security
for seven patients.

They can get pretty violent.

- Do they get any therapy?
- We stopped all that recently.

Four months ago they
murdered a doctor.

- Shall we have a look?
- Must we...

Open number three, Jacques.

Thorough medieval approach.

- We've tried everything, but...
- This is the only safe approach.

I'd like to show you
something else, Professor.

This happened four months ago.

Because they refuse to wash
themselves, we spray them down.

He hurts himself and the doctor
leans over him to help him.

Well-meant but careless.

Watch. The others attack him
and literally tear him to pieces.

The guards managed to
beat them away...

...but for the doctor it was too late.

Look, these same symbols were
found in the children's home.

Also painted in blood.

- What sort of sign is that?
- No one knows.

Has anyone asked them?

I forgot to mention that they have
never spoken a single word.

I know why I have those nightmares.

Did Dr. Goldman explain it to you?

- No, I figured it out myself.
- Well?

What am I always worrying about?

That you haven't had your period?

Right. My dreams are all about blood.

Now that you say it...

Did you ever have them?
Those nightmares.

No, not that I can remember.
I worried about it of course...

How old were you when
you got yours?

I was even hospitalized for it.

- I hope he's here.
- Are you sure you phoned him?

Look, Mom, how cute.

They're adorable.

Wait a second, don't move.

Victoria Lucas?

Mr. De Meester?

Jan De Meester, at your service.

- I hope I didn't frighten you.
- Not really.

- Can you bring us?
- Wherever you wish.

Are there many night herons this year?

Many more than usual.

And they're intelligent.

People never stop to think about
how intelligent birds are.

I hear they're very lively, as well.

Have you ever seen a bird
that wasn't lively?

Of course they're lively.
That's the essence of being a bird.

- Taking pictures won't be easy.
- I'll do my best.

That's not good enough.
You'll have to have fate on your side.

They're quiet. I don't like it.

Come here a second, Emalee.
Do you know where we are?

- There, right?
- No, I thought over there.

- You sure?
- No.

- Can you tell me where we are?
- I can't read maps, Madam.

Then how do you find your way here?

Intuition, Madam, intuition.

You see, that's exactly it.

Maybe you can find out
what that symbol means.

If it means anything. I'll give it a try.

I don't like this.
Seven boys, seven years old.

Why aren't you telling me everything?

- What's their connection?
- I can't tell you that, sorry.

Clarity, Mr. De Graaf.

They're related.

- Related?
- They're brothers, Professor.

All the same age?
Septuplets, no doubt?

Right, all septuplets tend to be violent.

And why was it never in the paper?

The mother didn't want that.

What kind of person was she?
Do you know her?

- Is this open to the public?
- Of course.

- I asked you about the mother.
- I can't tell you about that.

- In that case I can't help you.
- I'm sorry.

That's what I call...

...a beautiful woman.

A beautiful woman.

Too bad, huh?
That he's not on our boat.

Why can't you just be a
shy, timid daughter?

Perhaps because I'm your daughter.

- What's this?
- A rubber raft.

In case you want to leave early.
I'll be gone for a few days.

- Is this yours?
- Yes.

Pour me some too.

Did you ever go camping with Dad?

Yes, before he got sick.

When we lived in the States,
we took long hikes together.

I'm sure you were conceived in a tent.

I miss him too, Mom.

- Where's the machete?
- Shit, I left it near the raft.

- Should I go get it?
- No, there's no one around.

But it's Dad's knife.

And now the little man's going to
make you a nice bowl of soup.

Professor...

- I came by to give you this.
- I know my father.

- I had taken this home.
- And the case and the film?

Everything's burnt.
This is all that's left.

Look, I did some research.

This is the magic sign of the Mahxitu.

- The symbol of their evil spirit.
- That's curious.

The Mahxitu have strict taboos
about touching the embryo.

A prophecy of doom.

Yes, the embryo must remain
with the Mahxitu forever...

...or else evil will rule the earth.

The myth about seven brothers
and one sister.

A real taboo story about incest
between brother and sister.

Almost Greek.

Dad!

- Throw it back!
- Don't!

I can't figure you out.

I was born in the bush.
I know the Mahxitu.

It's for your own good.

But you can't do this, Dad.
This is my work.

Calm down.

Calm down, Honey.

Emalee...

Wake up.

Happy birthday to you,
happy blrthday to you...

- I had completely forgotten.
- I hadn't. For you.

Are you coming for breakfast?

- Can you come here a minute?
- What's the matter?

- Oh, Sweetie...
- It happened.

- It's nice here, isn't it?
- Beautiful.

Is this the right place?

You sure you know what
this bird looks like?

- What do you take me for?
- You really want to know?

What's that?

It looks like an old fort.

It's not on the map.

Is something wrong?

- I dreamt about that building.
- You've never been here before.

- It's true, I dreamt about it.
- You're giving me the creeps.

Close cell five.

THE GABRIEL CHILDREN'S HOME

Do you see this sign?

It's only found among the
Mahxitu Indians in the Amazon.

They guard an evil spirit
that looks like an embryo.

Xangadix, they call it.

Wait a minute. Indians
worshipping an evil spirit?

No, guarding it.

If the embryo escapes,
then evil will rule the earth.

What exactly are we talking about?

Listen to me.
The Mahxitu have a myth.

Xangadix will beget seven sons.

They shall impregnate their sister.

The child that is born as a result...

...will veil the earth
in darkness forever.

So our seven psychopaths
are the sons...

...of whafs-his-name, this spirit?

What do you want, man?

Seven seven year old boys
perform a massacre...

...and then draw this stuff for fun?

You're right.

- This can't be a coincidence.
- I know, it sounds ridiculous.

But if it's true, then there
must be an eighth child.

- There must be a sister.
- There isn't.

How can you be so sure?
You wanted my advice.

Do you really want to
know what I think?

What should I do?

Kill them.

All seven of them.

- What are you doing here?
- What do you care?

Fourteen, are we?
Staring at this creepy bunker?

So what, if I want to?

I dreamt about this too. Those men.

What did they do?
Something with blood again?

We have to get out of here, Mom.

- Not to the tent.
- All my equipment is there.

You're insured, aren't you?

- Alright?
- Yes.

We'll have to go to the police.

I ki--

He wanted to rape me.

Calm down, it's me!

Emalee, look at me.

Shit, who's that?

Head of security.

No, here's the head of security.

One eliminated, great.

- But where are the other six?
- They're all yours, pal.

Twenty-one years ago...

...the first artificial insemination.
Top secret.

Here, in Holland.

An experiment with an artificial uterus.

A strange thing happened:
seven embryos from one ovum.

The septuplets?

This is really bad, De Graaf.

Seven boys,
corresponds with the myth.

- But where's the sister?
- There is no sister.

- There has to be a sister.
- No, there is no sister.

- And the parents?
- There aren't any.

The mother?

The cells were stolen from
patients at random.

Bastards.

Who led that experiment?

I'll have to check that.
An American.

We have to get the names
of those women, the patients.

The hospital, their medical records.

How could you have dreamt all that?

What's in that head of yours?

I'm not crazy.

Can I take your coat?
Thank you for coming.

- You were right to call me.
- Follow me.

- She still hasn't come out?
- No.

I'll leave you alone.

It's me, Dr. Goldman.

Your mother thought you
might want to talk with me.

I hear that you sometimes
have dreams that come true.

That would scare me too.

- Maybe I'm going crazy.
- No, I don't think so.

I believe there are people...

...who can see things from
the past or the future.

- Really?
- Of course I believe you.

I just want to know why you're hiding
and from whom?

From those men.

- What did you say?
- From those men.

I'm so afraid.

Say what you will...

...but archive destruction
is a delicate matter.

We can't have people
snooping around.

Thirty-eight, thirty-nine...

And certainly not where a
hospital is concerned.

The hospital has given us
permission. It's urgent.

That's what they all say.
Nosing around my business.

Do you have this hospital's records?
Yes or no?

Oh, most definitely.

Have a good look around, gentlemen.
And do your best.

- And, gentlemen, moving quickly?
- It's not all that difficult.

Xangadix...

Shall we have something to eat?

At the moment we haven't found
anything. No, not at all.

My father.

Dad, it's nice of you to help,
but can't you do this at home?

This is between me and my father.

But it can't do any harm.

I've got it!

What did I tell you?

- How many have we got?
- Three.

No, four. Have a look.

But she doesn't have any daughters.
We can forget her.

Then it must be the fifth,
but she's disappeared.

Left for the States when
she was eighteen.

Victoria Holland.

That face, I've seen it before.

- We have to find her, but how?
- The city registrar's office.

- There's not enough time.
- I'll put it in the computer.

- Did you sleep well?
- Yes.

- Shall we go to the police now?
- Let's eat something first.

When daddy was gone,
I was so afraid too.

It will pass, really. It will pass.

Doctor Johnson.

Our Doctor Johnson, of the Mahxitu?

He brought the seven psychopaths
into the world. Bad scene.

I thought to myself,
the professor's slaving away.

He could use a cup of coffee.
Put that down here, Peter.

- Good heavens, a chicken.
- It's a rooster, auntie.

What a know-it-all.

His mom, my sister-in-law,
she talks refined.

I know her.

I'll give you a smack
right on the kisser.

- That's Emalee's mother.
- Who?

What's the matter?

Do you think I could dream about
the man I'm going to marry?

Peter?

- Do you want any more?
- No.

Put something good on.

What's up, mom? What's wrong?

What do they want from us?
Why do they want us?

Do you think they're gone?

What are you doing?

Emalee, I'll be back.

Let her go.

Mommy!

Victoria Lucas?

I don't hear anything.

Where is she?

This way.

- How do you know?
- No idea.

- Who are you?
- Later. First that man.

But who is that man?

Well, as a matter of fact he's your son.

My God.

Xangadix.

Don't!

- What should she do?
- Her warmth.

He has to feel her warmth.

Your warmth. Think of your child.

Kwala!

Repeat after him.

That's your weapon.

The embryo cannot bear
the warmth of a mother.

Mom?

Watch out!