All language subtitles for She Wolf of London (1990) - S01E11 - Big Top She-Wolf.eng

(BEAR GRUNTING)

(GASPING)

You like Selena?

Yes, sir.

You want her, don't you?

No, sir.

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

And you'll give
anything to have her.

Oh, sure, anything.

(LAUGHS)

I thought so.

So, what do
you want for her?

Your soul.

(LAUGHING) You can have
anything you want for her.

My spleen, my liver...

Kidneys, duodenum...

Stomach, lungs...

Pancreas, appendix...

Arms, legs!

(LAUGHING)

No. Your soul
will be sufficient.

(IMITATES TRUMPET)

The circus is in town!

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

MRS. MATHESON:
We could go today!

I do so love the circus!

The lion tamer,
the prancing horses!

The funny little clowns!

The muscular young men on
the flying trapeze. Mmm.

Isn't that daring
young men, Elsa?

You know, when I was a boy I wanted
to run away and join the circus.

Why?

Because it's
a great adventure.

Imagine, setting up at dawn
in some strange town,

and then pulling up the stakes at
night, and moving to another town.

It would be a life free of tedium,
politics, term papers to correct.

Now, come on, doesn't
that sound romantic, Randi?

No. I think it sounds
kind of sad.

I mean, those people, they have
no real roots, no friends, no home.

They're totally out of
touch with the world today.

But my dear, did your mummy and
daddy never take you to the circus?

No. We always went
to Disneyland.

(ALL EXCLAIM)

I declare!

It's settled. You're
going to the circus.

Yes! First show's
today at 3:00.

Oh!

I'll polish the car.

I'll hard-boil some eggs!

Julian, I would like
my binoculars back.

You've had them ever since Anne
Marie moved in across the road.

I suppose
it could be fun.

That's the spirit.

You'll see the circus
through my boyish little eyes.

(CHUCKLING)

Damn everything
but the circus.

(LAUGHING)

You've got two rides
for the price of one.

Soak it in.

(LAUGHING)

Soak it in? I already
want to wash it off.

(EXCLAIMING)
IN DISGUST)

It's all right, it just
hasn't started yet.

Well, we are early.
We've beaten the crowd.

Beat 'em? I think we passed
'em going the other way.

Oh, it'll probably
be better inside.

That's where all the young
men with the tights are.

Julian!

Do you know him?

How much is it?

It's bloody
much more, like.

Don't you sense it? The prevailing
ambiance of the Old World.

A time when families scraped
together their ha'pennies

for a glimpse
of something magical,

performed by the most colorful
and interesting characters

you could ever
wish to meet.

One balloon, please. So, how's life
with the greatest show on Earth?

L1.

Bet you've been around
the circus all your life, eh?

L1.

So colorful,
so interesting.

Take your balloon.

Can I have
your tickets, please?

MRS. MATHESON: Hurry!
It's about to start!

Tickets, please.

IAN: Send shivers
down my spine.

Here you go.

Oh, great outfit,
Danny boy.

Man, it's me, Julian,
from math class. Remember?

How'd you get your old man to
let you join the circus? Whoa.

Tickets, please.

Thanks for nothing, dude.

(AUDIENCE CHATTERING)

What a dump.

Now, now. Try to see the circus
through lan's boyish little eyes.

I said boyish,
not blind.

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

Ladies and gentlemen,
boys and girls.

Welcome! I am your
ringmaster, Caleb Wakefield.

(AUDIENCE APPLAUDS)

Today, you will
enter my world.

A world of marvels
and mystery.

A world of thrills
and chills.

Pecs and bums.

Cheats and frauds.

For one afternoon, you will
forget your cares and worries,

and enjoy with me
the power of imagination!

You'll definitely need
some imagination.

(SHUSHING)

And that, ladies and gentlemen,
is the magic of the circus.

And now, the moment you've
all been waiting for,

let the show begin!

(AUDIENCE EXCLAIMING)

Emma and her amazing pigeons!

Mmm.

Our blindfolded
knife-thrower, Tex Tucker!

Ladies and gentlemen,
Fire-eating Frankie.

(SIGHING)

Ladies and gentlemen, boys
and girls, Mr. Electro!

(EXCLAIMING IN DISGUST)

This chair is wired up
to 500 capacitors.

When I throw this switch,

50,000 volts of electricity
will course through his fibers.

Mr. Electro!

(DRUM ROLL)

(SCREAMING)

(YAWNING)

The sexy, sensational,
swinging Selena!

(AUDIENCE EXCLAIMING)

(SIGHING)

(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)

Dreadful!

It's a mockery of everything that
a circus is supposed to stand for.

I don't know. Selena sure had
a few things going for her.

(SCOFFING)

I found it
rather soulless.

How can you say that?
It was magical. Handsome.

Handsome?

He was everything
you said he was.

(BEAR GRUNTING)

He? He's just some
traveling vagabond.

Randi? Randi?

Hey, cut it out! Stop!

I've warned him
not to practice out here,

but he loves the feeling
of sunlight in his face.

Why didn't he stop
when I asked him to?

He's deaf. Sees no evil,
hears no evil, speaks no evil.

Thank you.

It's entirely my fault.

Unhand her this instant!
She could have been killed.

This is a shoddy, miserable
excuse for a circus,

and you, sir, should
be ashamed of yourself.

You must come
again. Soon.

First he steals our money,
then you nearly get speared,

and he has
the gall to kiss you.

(SCOFFING)

Don't worry. I think
he got the message.

(GRUNTING)

Randi.

(GASPING)

You scared me.

You know my name.

And so much more.

There are no secrets here. Only magic.

And only me. Where's
the... Where's the audience?

You are the audience.

The only audience
that matters to me.

Tonight, they will
perform just for you.

Hmm.

RANDl: Oh, man.

(BELL TOLLING)

(PANTING)

Pretty outfit.
Thanks.

Hey, look, would you
carry my books?

Certainly. Chivalry is
not dead in England.

Good. See you later.
Wait a minute.

Isn't it customary to walk with
the person who carries your books?

Stop on the corner
for ice cream?

I'm sorry.
Some other time.

I've got a date.

A date? With who?

Caleb Wakefield.

You can't!

Why not?

Because... Because
tonight's a full moon.

It's not even noon yet.

Yes, well, the sun
looks very full today.

I don't like the look of it.
Maybe we should run some tests.

Could take all afternoon.

You're walking
into a snake pit!

I'll keep my eyes open.

RANDl: So, you were the man
on the flying trapeze.

CALEB: I was
an aerialist, yes.

I can't imagine getting
up on one of those things.

I'd probably faint.

Oh, I doubt that.

You have a certain
courage in your soul.

So, what's it like?

You swing out into nothing, 200
feet above the ground, and let go.

For a moment, you're
suspended in the air.

In that one moment, everything
is clear, every question answered,

every truth revealed.

Then you die.

Or then two hands grab yours, and
swing you to the next platform.

I could never trust
anyone that much.

My brother, my twin, we flew
together before we could walk.

Like the Flying Wallendas?

Better.

Of course.

Until the accident
took away my wings.

I've been earthbound
ever since.

How sad.

It was a long time ago.

Time. Time... I'm sorry,
I have to go.

You're not leaving,
are you?

I have an appointment.

Cancel it.
Or is it a date?

Is there another man
in your life?

No, no.
Just an animal.

I love animals!

(LAUGHING) Not this one. Trust me.

And you
must trust me.

CALEB: I looked down into
the crowd, and I saw her.

RANDl: From 200 feet up?

Well, it was like she was standing
on the platform next to me.

The most beautiful girl
I'd ever seen.

She looked
like an angel.

She looked like...

She looked like you.

Shut up.

After my performance,
I ran into the crowd,

searching for her.
I had to find her.

I had to make her mine.

But you never found her.

Oh, but I did. In the
arms of my brother.

They'd been married
the night before.

I've never loved
another woman.

Until now.

(SIGHING)

The moon, the moon.

Randi. Randi!
Let me go!

Randi, look at yourself.
Look at yourself!

I'm not changing.

I told you. There's no
secrets here. Only magic.

You're safe tonight, and always,
as long as you're with me.

ELSA: In any case, this plumbing
desperately needs upgrading.

MR. MATHESON: But there's
nothing wrong with the plumbing

in the first place.

Oh, this is all I need.

Where have you been?

Randi, you're here!

Of course. I live here. God,
what happened? You look like hell.

I've been out all night
looking for you.

Thank God, you're all right.
Was anyone hurt?

No, I think everyone was
feeling pretty good.

Wait a minute. Your clothes
aren't even ripped.

He's not an animal.

But you are.

Unless your clothes were off
when the transformation occurred.

Nothing happened.

Nothing?

Nothing.
Not even...

Not even...

But how? You have a curse.

Not anymore. Caleb has
some kind of power over me.

Yes, well,
that much I noticed.

Don't you get it?
I didn't change.

No...

(GROWLING)

No...

(GROWLING)

It's true!
But how?

I don't know.

But how can you not know?

What was it? Was it an
elixir, a spell, a ritual?

No, there was no magic tea,
no rain dance, no...

That's it,
I'm under his spell.

Or maybe
I'm just in love.

Oh, we've been hoping
for this. Be happy.

I am, Randi.
Believe me, I am.

There's just a few things
I don't understand.

I have some questions
I want to ask Caleb Wakefield.

HOBO CLOWN: Right this way,
now. Hurry, hurry.

Have your fortune told
for just a couple of pounds!

Follow this young
lady right here.

With all due respect, Professor,
it's not that complicated.

How's your tea?

If it's not that complicated, why
can't you explain it better to us?

He is trying.

Look, I've heard nothing but rhetoric
about this man's so-called powers.

Not my powers,
Professor. Randi's.

And they're quite
extraordinary, aren't they?

Oh, yes, they are. But what
qualifications do you have?

I'm in the circus!

We travel. I've made a study of
unnatural phenomena for years.

So have I, in considerably more detail.

Hey, you guys have
something in common.

Yes, but, Professor, your
studies are based on textbooks,

whereas mine,
on personal experience.

The mind is capable of many things.
Perhaps even more than you know.

What I know is that every full moon
Randi transforms into a werewolf,

and nothing short of a
silver bullet can change that.

Not when she's
with me. I must go.

Professor, I've enjoyed our chat.
We must continue it at another time.

I've been talking
to the man for two hours,

and I still don't
know anything.

Lan, if you're going
to rant, I better drive.

The driver's seat
is on this side.

Fine. Pick on everything.

I mean, he was sounding like
an amateur psychologist.

No, worse, an amateur
radio psychologist!

That's redundant. Keys.

Power of the mind, indeed. Why
isn't he out curing cancer then,

instead of traveling in
some moth-eaten circus?

I think you're
jealous of him.

Jealous?

What is there to be jealous
about? Certainly not his wardrobe.

You're jealous because he
found the cure, and you didn't.

But what is the cure?

I don't know!

Do you think I would question
why my life would be normal again?

Do you realize what
this means?

Randi, if you're going
to rant, I better drive.

So, what are you
going to do?

I don't know, I may go
run away with the circus.

It was your dream once.
Now it's mine.

Because he has the cure?

Because I have never been so
attracted to anyone in my life!

And because it means
I won't hurt anyone again.

I'm just concerned that if you
leave with him, you'll be in danger.

How much more danger
could I be in?

Look, if you leave,
I'll lose

my best student.

You'll just have
to grade me " incomplete."

My master,

I've got
a present for you.

The ultimate gift. Not a petty
pickpocket or a Peeping Tom.

This is a beautiful
woman with a soul.

A soul you must possess.

And she's desperate.

Quite desperate.

Half woman,

half beast!

A she-wolf!

(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

Maybe you're right.

I am?

Stop it. Look, for the past
few hours I've been thinking.

I mean, what do I really
know about this guy?

Where do his powers come from,
and what does he want from me?

That's more like it.

I don't know
what came over me.

But when I'm with him,
I feel...

I feel...

Sick? Revolted?
Disgusted?

Alive. Careless.

Perhaps you're not getting
enough iron in your diet.

Don't worry. Tomorrow, while
you're busy nourishing your system,

I'll have a chat with
Mr. Caleb Wakefield.

No, I'll talk to him.

You're too lightheaded.

I'll bring vitamins.

You'll bring me.

Okay, I'll bring you.
See you in the morning.

(GASPING)

The flame of love
burns brightly.

I cannot rest till I possess
and cure your tortured soul.

Who are you?
Where did you come from?

How did you cure...

I free you
with my love,

with my desire,

with the burning
of our hearts,

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

IAN: Randi? Breakfast.
Bacon, eggs, sausage, coffee,

toast and a great,
big, juicy...

Multivitamin.

(SIGHS)

(BELL RINGS)

They're gone.

Afraid so. Did you
miss the show?

Chips and eggs.

I beg your pardon?

That's what I made him
for lunch that day.

A simple meal,
but he enjoyed it.

Your husband?

Oh, Donald Sherman.
You know him?

No.

Hardly anyone
remembers him.

It's been 12 years.
I saved his shirts.

Twelve years
since he died?

He loves the elephants, but
not the clowns. He hates clowns.

Says they're scary.
And he's such a big man, too.

Ma'am, can I take
you someplace?

Oh, no. I've got to
catch up with them.

The circus?

I've already packed
my sandwiches.

They're always
one step ahead of me.

He's not dead, you know.
I'd feel it if he were. Dead.

He hates clowns. And he's such a
big man, too. Says they're scary.

(ECHOING) Hates clowns... Hate's
clowns... Says they're scary... Scary.

Where the devil
did I put those maps?

Ah!

(DRILLING LOUDLY)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Matheson house. Oh,
hello, love! Just a tick.

Lan, it's Randi.
For you.

Thank you.

Hello, Randi?
Where are...

(DRILLING LOUDLY)

Randi! Randi,
where are you?

Randi? Randi,
I can't hear you.

Hi, lan? Yeah, yeah,
I can't talk for long.

Did he kidnap you?

No, no, no. I'm having a great time.
We're seeing some great countryside,

and we're in
his hometown now.

Where's that?

What?
Randi.

Lan?

Please, Aunt Elsa.

Lan?

(DIAL TONE)

He hung up on me.

Lose your connection?

Yeah. I called lan,
and we got cut off.

Do you have any money?

I never carry
loose change.

Come, you can
call him later.

IAN: Randi? I can't hear
you. Randi, are you there?

Randi, Randi?

Hello!

She's gone!

Oh, ran off with that gorgeous
circus fella. Good for her!

Where did you get this?

Checked it out
of the university library.

May I?

Well, of course. I checked
it out in your name, anyway.

There must be something in
here about the Wakefield Circus.

What that circus needs is
another good sex scandal.

Another? What are you
babbling on about, Aunt Elsa?

The turn-of-the-century
torrid sex scandal

that nearly brought
down the Wakefield Circus.

I thought you were
a circus buff.

I study history,
not sex scandals.

When will you learn
that history is scandal?

Page 112 to 119,
inclusive.

Joseph Wakefield.

What a resemblance.

What a body.

"On May the 12th, 1901,

"tragedy struck when trapeze-star
artist Joseph Wakefield

"fell 100 feet to his death after
he performed a triple somersault

"without a net."

Get to the good part.

"A police investigation showed that
the trapeze was deliberately rigged."

It gets juicier.

Do you mind?

"After Joseph's death, fellow
trapeze star Lily Wakefield..."

His sister, I take it.

No, Lily was the wife
of his brother Aaron.

Oh, for heaven's sake,
let me tell it.

Now, she told the police
that she and Joseph were

having a torrid,
steamy affair.

IAN: I get the picture,
Aunt Elsa.

ELSA: And that Joseph
conspired to kill his brother

by rigging the trapeze bar thingamajig.

Oh, you know.

But Joseph died instead.

Well, the ringmaster
switched the order of the act

and introduced
Joseph first.

Well, he was the star, you see. He was
too proud, too arrogant, not to perform.

So he plunged
to his death knowingly?

Well, he had to. This was
in Windham, his hometown,

in front of his
adoring fans.

Isn't romance tragic?

Hello. Are you
a friend of Caleb's?

No.

Leave now.

CALEB: What's going on?

We've got a show to do
in less than an hour!

Why don't you take
a nap in the trailer?

We want you fresh
for tonight's show.

Okay. I'm a little tired.

Listen, he wasn't trying to be
rude or anything, so please don't...

Of course not.

Thanks.

Speak!

I want out
of this deal.

I can talk.

For now.
Explain yourself.

You stole my soul,
and I want it back.

I stole nothing. You made a
bargain, a barter, a trade.

We made a deal.

But I was wrong!

Let me go.
I'm just a kid.

Yes, you are,
aren't you?

I won't tell anyone
about you.

I know.

Well, let me go, then.

Of course, my boy,
I'll send you home.

(LAUGHING)

(SCREAMING)

(LAUGHING)

(EXCLAIMS)

(GASPING)

Where is everybody?

(SNICKERING)
Didn't I tell you?

Tonight's a dress rehearsal.

Oh, my God. Oh, no.

IAN: Oh!

(CLEARING THROAT) I
don't remember this part.

The show will be a
little different tonight.

In fact, you are
the show, Randi.

Me? I don't do any tricks.

Oh, you have one. The best
one I've seen for 90 years.

That's not something I perform
in front of an audience.

Oh, not that one.

Which one?

The other one.

The werewolf transformation.

I thought I was
free of that.

Oh, you are.

But for everything
there's a price.

Whether it's your
freedom from the curse

or my immortality,
there is always a price.

And you pay
with your soul.

I was falling in love with
you. You were going to help me.

I am. I haven't
lied to you.

Don't all lovers give
each other their souls?

They give.
They don't take.

I can't let you go.

(SCREAMING)

Oh! Ha!

You're frightened now.

But you'll soon see it's
a small price to pay.

I should have died
that night on the trapeze.

But in that split second
between life and death,

he made me an offer
too good to refuse.

Either death,

or an eternity on Earth
as his devoted minion.

I've been alone so long.
We will serve him together.

Collecting souls,
glorifying in each other,

in his malevolence, forever.

Oh, Master of Darkness,
take her!

(SCREAMING)

Randi! Randi!

(GASPING)

IAN: No!

(SCREAMING)

You don't want to do that.
You won't like what happens.

(LAUGHING)

(GROANING)

(ROARING)

She is everything
I promised you.

Soon she will be yours.

(GROWLING)

Oh, my...

Oh, my God! No!

(GROWLING)

(SHRIEKING)

(SCREAMING)

(YELLING)

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

Darling! You look wonderful!

(GROWLING)

(GROANING)

Now we will be
together forever.

No.

You're upset about
what just happened.

I understand that.
When we're together,

you'll never have
to worry about that again.

I'd stay a werewolf
for the rest of my life

before I'd stay another
second with you.

Don't say that.
The Master!

To hell with the Master.

And to hell with you.

No!

Master, don't!

I promised him your soul!

He shall have it, whether
you give it freely,

or whether
I have to take it!

(CHOKING)

Take her, Master!
She's yours!

(GASPS)

(CALEB GRUNTS)

(LAUGHING)

(BOTH YELLING)

(GRUNTING)

Touché!

(GRUNTING)

(YELLING)

(CALEB SCREAMING)

I thought it was over.

Hey, guys, guess what?
The Follies are in town!

The Follies?
Since when?

Oh, that's
wonderful news!

Friends of yours?

The Ice Follies.
Haven't you ever been?

No, I was
never interested.

How could you not be captivated
by the exquisite display

of physical prowess, the
combination of precision gymnastics

and elegant dances?

It's a smashing show.

All those darling little
animals on skates.

Yeah. All those ice babes.

Those hard-bodied young men
with their bum-hugging tights.

You must go.

Not again.

It's settled.
You're going to The Follies.

This isn't happening.
First show's in two hours.

This is a bad dream, right?

I'll polish the car.

I'll hard-boil some eggs!

Julian,

my binoculars.
Your binoculars.

Nobody move!
Nobody's going anywhere.

(RUMBLING)