All language subtitles for El_Secreto_de_la_Momia_Egipcia(found.via.clan-sudamerica.net).eng (1)

The secret of the egyptian mummy

The path to Dartmoor castle please?

What do you want?

Go to the Castle Dartmoor.

What are you doing there?

I have to be there before dark.

You can not go wrong,

follow the coast until you
see the castle.

It will take you one hour of riding.

You're not afraid?

Some say they're courageous

and yet they make a detour
to avoid the castle.

Really?

Why?

Looks like you're interested,
you would not be the police?

I am an Egyptologist.

I am interested in mummies, meaning
Egyptian coffins.

And if I am not mistaken,
the Earl of Dartmoor

possesses a few.

I do not understand.

I only know what some people say

about these girls

who have disappeared in recent months.

That girl that you see there

lost her mind visiting the castle.

As I say,

I do not know how and I did not know
her before she got here.

It's been two months,
and nobody knows who she is.

The only thing I understood
is that she fled from the castle

when the Dartmoor girl died.

When she's being asked

she has the look of an innocent
and says nothing.

Often at the beginning,

she cried all the time.

Suddenly she began to scream.

Now she does not cry even more.

Someone here?

I'm John.

To serve you.

Good evening.

My name is James Barton,

I am an Egyptologist.

The door was open and ...

You lie!

You are not Egyptologist.

You are the police, do not deny.

I was expecting you.

- But I ...
- Why do you continue to pretend?

I have the power to
read in your mind

�and with only one move I could
�turn you into statue

and thus put an end to your existence.

You do not believe me?

Look.

Do not move at all.

How do you do?

I traveled a lot and

I am imbued with occult knowledges

totally forgotten nowadays.

You are a messenger of fate.

And I'll tell you everything.

Because you are in my power
and tomorrow I will decide your fate.

To explain the disappearances

which took place in the area we
must go back in time.

It all started one afternoon

two months ago.

I had an egyptian sarcophagus purchased
in the Valley of the Kings brought to my home.

A sarcophagus of rare beauty.

That same night,

driven by curiosity and thirst for
knowledge which animates all of us,

I sent for my servants

and assisted by the faithful John,

I opened the sarcophagus.

What was my surprise to discover

that the body was not surrounded by
traditional funeral strips.

He laid inside

in perfect condition.

I also discovered the most
mysterious manuscript I've ever seen.

It took some time to
decipher the hieroglyphics.

But the story soon became clear,

the mummy was that of the rogue
son of a great priest.

He had been sentenced to death and following
the custom he had his tongue cut.

The father wanted his son to avoid
the supreme punishment.

Having immersed the body
in catalepsy

embalming was to suspend
indefinitely vital functions.

In a sense a kind of hibernation.

For this purpose they did not strip
his viscera as was the rule

and thanks to a special balm they could
keep him intact.

Followed some philosophical considerations

about the long stay of the soul in limbo

and the possible return to life
in a world

with increased knowledge,
millennia after burial.

It was logical to imagine that
possible if I could find a way

to revive the body.

I decided to find out.

After reading again Mesmer and his treatise

and associating it to the work of Galvani,

"De viribus electricitatis in
motu musculari commentarius",

I remembered an old Indian legend

Where it was stated

that melting copper

with metal from the Yellow Country

freed

the vital fluid.

I quickly realized what it was.

Metal from the Yellow Country was zinc.

China and India were the only countries
possessing zinc mines in antiquity.

Its merging with copper is known
to us as the voltaic pile.

I had an electrical engine
more powerful than a simple battery.

So I wanted to try it
the same evening.

Aided by my servant

I carried the machine

to my laboratory.

Scalpel.

Bring a jug of milk.

I then realized that this body
needed new blood

to fulfill its arteries and
go back to life.

The cruel dilemma began.

But science quickly erased my
humanitarian scruples.

I gave the order to my servant

to go out immediately

and to bring me

the first living being he could find.

Hoe lovers!

He's coming.

Let me go!

Let me go!

He will live.

I go to bed, wake me at dawn.

Open, open!

Let me out.

Help!

The Egyptian only had to reach out his
arm to submit my servant to his will

through a strange hypnotic power
from which he could never be freed.

Count.

Come to the lab!

The Egyptians tried to hypnotize me
but I could neutralize his influence.

However my servant

obeyed blindly.

If you need help, we
are at your disposal.

Do not worry Peter.

Nobody disappears like that
without leaving some trace.

See you soon.

Help!

Help!

Help!

Let me go, please!

Begone!

Get off me!

The sailor had identified her attacker.

The discovery of a passage
around the castle

confirmed his suspicions.

The Egyptian stood before me
reveling in my misery.

Driven by the vital necessity which
forced him to kill to survive

he returned to his abhorrent practices.

Let me go, brutes!

John, stop him!

My life had become a living hell.

To survive the Egyptian had a
daily need of new victims.

No, let me go.

Let me go, brute!

Advance.

Drop that!

Walk.

John, don't let him do that!

Hello John.

Why the long face?

Don't you remember little Lucy?

Have I I changed so much in six months?

John. Tell Dad that I fled from Aunt
Elizabeth I because I was bored there.

Also tell him that my friend Anne Wilbury
will be our guest for a few days.

Lucy,

Miss Lucy.

I do not understand his attitude.

And where are the servants?

John worries me.

I had never seen him like this.

- What do we do with the horses?
- Let them here.

I cannot wait to see my father.

And do not worry,

your gloomy castle plays tricks
on your imagination.

Let's go and see your father and force him
to abandon his research and his books.

I'm hungry.

Miss Dartmoor just arrived.

Lucy!

But who are you?

Do not touch me! What do you do?

Are you crazy? Let me go!

I told you not to touch me,
let me go!

The shock that seeing my
daughter had caused to John

offered me a salvation.

John!

Open the cell.

I can't.

I order you to open!

I do not have the key.

It's the Egyptian who has it.

Help!

Anne, help me!

Help!

Let me do it, you go and
get some help quickly!

Go ask for help.

Traumatized by the terrible
adventure at the Castle

the friend of my unfortunate daughter

lost his mind.

No, continue!

Anne de Wilbury

wandered a few days in the fields,

we never heard of her anymore.

The searches were unsuccessful,

and her disappearance continues to be

an enigma to me.

Why

did you come back alone?

I told you to call for help.

Help me.

In an desperate effort the Egyptian
parted avoiding the ax.

But the blow was brought to the wrist

severing his hand.

My poor daughter

was dead.

I could not do anything for her.

I chained up this horrible hand and I
threw the body in a walled prison.

- What you told me is terrible.
- Yes.

Horrible.

You'll sleep here,

I will show you to your room.

I guess this
invitation is an order

and I am your prisoner.

Here are your apartments.

Tomorrow I will decide what
I'll do with you.

Good night.

Good night.

What's going on?

Quick, open the door!

Count Dartmoor was strangled.

Strangled?

timings : meatisgood
translation : aloysius70 + Senor Zitos