All language subtitles for Retro.Puppet.Master.1999.720p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG

There.

That's better.

Well, my friends,
how are you?

Oh don't answer that
question, I can see.

Young and healthy, cool,
calm, and collected.

And contented.

And so you should
be contented.

You all lead
custody lives.

You're carried from
adventure to adventure

in your warm,
comfortable trunk.

And who carries you?

I do.

A frail, fragile
old man.

Do I need?

Next time I cut off
your feet, and I'll

put you up on
wheels, and you can

all pull me along
in the trunk.

Oh don't look so worried,
it may never happen.

Well we'll rest here
tonight, and tomorrow

we'll be safe
in Switzerland.

Now let's see if I can find
something for us to eat.

Well I found this
tin of sardines.

All I need now
is a tin opener.

What is it?

What have you found?

Well...

Well.

Cyclops.

Cyclops.

He was one of the
first of the family.

It all began,
I suppose...

One day with old
Afzel in Cairo long ago.

Those who steal the secrets
of the Gods must die!

Those who steal the secrets
of the Gods must die!

Feel the power
of Sutekh!

Feel the power
of Sutekh!

No so powerful
as once he was,

this god of yours.

One day he will be
just like his temples.

Die, sorcerer!

Die, sorcerer!

Yes.

I will die.

But not today.

No, Sutekh, not today.

Rise,
slaves of Sutekh!

Rise from the sands!

Rise from the dead!

Awaken!

Breathe!

Live!

Who am I?

You are
Sutekh, our lord.

Most holy and terrible.

Sutekh, most
holy and terrible.

Sutekh, most
holy and terrible.

Who are you?

Your slave.

Your slave.

Your slave.

You know
my will, slaves.

A sorcerer has stolen my great secret,
the secret of life.

He flees now to
with the infidels.

Disguise yourselves
and follow him.

Destroy him and all to
whom knows my secret.

Hear my command!

All who learn the
secret of life must die!

Go, slaves!

Come.

And
do not fail me.

The world was
younger then.

And so indeed was I.

Let's begin.

Ilsa,
Ilsa please just wait!

Wait a moment.

Where are you going?

Where am I going?

Margarette,
we're in Paris.

Don't you
want to see it?

We see it every day.

Shopping, the
proper places with

chaperones,
that's not Paris.

Do you know
Paris doesn't even

wake up until
after midnight.

There's excitement
out there, magic.

I want to find it.

If your father
finds out you're

sneaking off in the
middle of the night,

you'll find yourself
being shipped

back home to Geneva.

Being cooped up in
here and trotted off

to dance with old
men at embassy balls,

we might as well
be back in Geneva.

Besides, he won't do anything
if he doesn't find out.

Okay, but please
be careful and don't

go into any opium dens.

Mademoiselle, am I
not a pathetic sight?

Did you ever
imagine the depths

to which a
boy could sink?

I...

Come,
a few coins.

Ease your conscience.

I can use the
money and I'm sure

it'll make you feel
so much better.

I...

All right.

There.

I sure you feel
so much better.

Good crowd tonight.

Wonderful.

Come, positions,
everyone!

Hey, where's Vigo?

Last minute repairs.

Ah, it's two minutes
before curtain time.

He's not a professional.

Please, positions.

Monsieur Vigo, at
your convenience,

we would like to begin.

Yeah, I'm almost
ready, Andre.

Almost ready.

There, perfection.

I'm happy for you both.

Please, take your place.

You worry too
much, Andre.

It is fashionable
to be late.

Fashionable for the audience,
not the production.

Hurry, let's go!

All in position?

Good.

Ladies and
gentlemen, I would like

to welcome you
to the real world.

A world of magic, of
gods, and of monsters.

Here, all familiar illusion
will be swept away.

Here, all things
become one...

Of terror and wonder.

Heaven and Hell.

Fear and desire.

I give you The
Theatre Magique,

where all things
are possible.

With this
one eye of mine,

I can see better
than any other two.

If one is
better than two,

then perhaps none
would be better than one.

What strange and
frightening place is this?

Don't you
know, my friend?

Smell the sulfur,
feel the heat of the flames.

We could be
nowhere else but Hell.

Everywhere is Hell,
for we are the damned.

He's left the nest.

Go, quickly, follow him.

Follow him.

Follow him.

Approach him
from behind.

Do not let him suspect.

Then kill him.

Afterwards, there
will be more money.

Don't you worry, sir.

You can depend on us.

Do not fail!

Do not fail.

Do not fail.

We won't.

We won't.

Why do
we stay here?

Let us escape.

There is no
escape from fate.

We all are puppets dancing on a string.

Free
will is an illusion.

We can only act at the
whim of the puppeteer.

Then
our path is clear.

Into the fire with you
all, and with me as well,

and thus the
comedy ends.

Why do we not attack?

Why use them?

Why?

He senses us.

He knows when
we approach.

And he has power.

Do you think
they can kill him?

Yeah, can they kill him?

He is mortal.

If he is caught unaware.

And if not, no loss.

Help, help!

Open the door!

Open the door please!

Please help, a
man's been attacked!

What did they say, what
are they going to do?

To do?

Well since there's
neither a bribe nor

a loose morale
mademoiselle attached to

the complaint, I suspect
they'll do nothing.

I'm afraid he's
right, these

sort of things are
rather common.

I wanted to thank
you for helping.

It was my pleasure.

The old man.

Well?

If he wakes in the next
hour, he should recover.

If he doesn't, he
probably won't.

But why would
they want to kill him?

Some men don't
need a reason.

Mademoiselle, can
we escort you home?

Oh, no, no,
no thank you.

Valentin, get
her a carriage.

I live to serve.

I saw you in
the theatre.

And I saw you.

That is, of
course I saw you.

Have you been
doing this for long?

The puppets, I mean.

All my life.

Really?

Well it was very
nice to meet you.

Obviously, the
circumstances...

The circumstances
could've been better, yes.

Yes, you have
to forgive me, this

sort of thing doesn't
happen to me very often.

Well never, in fact.

With the men
in the alley.

You did very well
for your first time.

Her majesty's
carriage awaits.

Yes, I really
should, my father...

That is, I
should be going.

Goodnight.

Good evening.

Did you enjoy the show?

Oh, it was interesting.

Now there's a
diplomatic answer.

I liked it very much.

Then come again, please.

I'll, I'll try.

Good evening, monsieur.

Andre.

Andre.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Oh Andre!

Shut it.

Afzel still lives.

He still lives.

I sense him,
he is weaker at least.

Weaker, but now what?

Now what?

It will be harder now.

He has known of us
from the beginning.

He senses us.

He waits for us.

But we must choose the time
and the place to strike.

We cannot fall no more.

You should try
to attract a more

working class
, Andre.

They're always
more generous to

poor, helpless
unfortunates like me.

These rich
bastards, squeezing a

sous out of them
is like real work.

I'll see what I
can do for you.

Make some girl
puppets, naked ones.

Maybe a sort of
puppet.

I thought you just coughed
for your customers.

Is it real now?

To tell you the truth,
I'm not sure myself.

You're both a gentleman
and a scholar, Andre.

I'm neither.

Goodnight.

I suppose
you'll have to do.

Oh, you're awake.

How are you feeling, you
were attacked by some...

I know what
happened to me.

Is there anybody you'd
like me to send for?

Family, friends?

I've had no
living relatives

for almost 2,900 years.

Oh, I see.

Put that thing down
and come over here.

Sit.

Listen carefully
and do not interrupt.

My name is Afzel,
I am a sorcerer.

Born in Egypt some
3,000 years ago,

but now I'm being
pursued by the

servants of an elder
god named Sutekh.

They pursue me because I
stole the secret of life.

The power to
place the soul of

a man inside
a dead thing...

And make it live.

But now I am dying.

I cannot be saved, but
the secret must be saved.

The elder gods
bide their time.

When they rise
100 years from now,

a thousand, nothing
but the secret

of life may save
humankind, I will

teach it to you, do
you understand?

Yeah, I see,
I understand.

You're a 3,000 year
old sorcerer from Egypt

and you want to teach
me the secret of life?

But I think you
should rest.

There will be
plenty of time for

that tomorrow,
don't you think,

I mean after 3,000
years, what

would one more
night matter?

Is the old man mad?

Or is the young
man a fool?

Look over there,
young man.

This is the
secret of life?

They do not live,
I use them as you do, as puppets.

Now they are
mere shells.

The will that
drives them is mine.

The secret of life
is very different.

Far more precious.

We can make
your puppets truly

live as men live,
with souls and wills.

What are they doing?

Carving signs of
protection for your doors.

It will make it harder
for my enemies...

To find me.

Sometimes I think I
must be going mad.

What?

What, I give you
an opening like that

and you don't take
advantage of it?

Bring him inside.

He's...

Dead, yes I know,
it's fortunate for us.

Bodies are
easier to find in the

streets of Cairo than
in the streets of Paris.

What are you
talking about?

Did you think it
was enough merely

to teach you theory?

To be a master,
you must practice

what you have learned.

Think of it as a
gift, sir, a rebirth

if that makes it
easier for you,

but in the name
of everything holy,

please get him
inside before

somebody
walks by, quickly!

Take it.

Tool of the art,
I give it to you.

Careful.

The ring does
not matter.

It has no special power.

It is merely a tool,
the same is true with the fluid.

For our magic,
it serves merely

as a bridge
for the lifeforce.

Your soul.

Now...

Now the words.

There, see?

See?

It cannot
speak, of course.

But it lives.

It lives?

Do you know me?

Do you know
what I have done?

Have I harmed you?

I need a little rest.

Afzel!

What?

Are you all right?

No, I'm dying, I
told you that before.

But not right
this moment.

But soon.

One day.

No more.

Is there anything
I can do?

Yes.

The gift I have given you is
the most precious in the world.

Down through the
centuries, armies have

fought and died for it.

Do not waste it.

Where are you?

Where have you gone?

Please come
back, please!

Can you hear me?

Where are you hiding?

I don't mean
to hurt you.

Please, stop it.

Come back.

Please come back!

Oh, it's...

Ilsa.

I hope I, well I can
see I didn't wake you.

Oh no, no.

May I come in?

Oh please,.

I hope you don't mind
my coming, I wanted to...

Well I would have
come to the performance,

but sometimes
it's rather difficult

for me to get
away from home.

No, of course,
I'm glad you came,

but you see...

How is he?

How is...

I'm sorry?

That poor old man,
is he any better?

Oh, he's fine.

Oh that's good, I
was rather worried.

He is, like I said,
asleep now of course.

I, I have a
confession to make.

What, a confession?

Yes.

I didn't come only to
ask about the old man,

I came to see you.

Me?

Yes, I'm sure that's
rather shocking,

a young girl coming
out in the middle

of the night to meet
with a virtual stranger.

Or perhaps not.

After all, you
are in the theatre.

I won't find it
shocking at all,

I'm very glad you came.

But I'm afraid
you'll have to go.

I'm sorry?

Yes, it's late you
see, and I'm very busy.

I see.

I must seem like a
bit of a fool to you.

Please, it's
not that, it's...

The old man is asleep.

Yes, I seem like a
bit of a fool myself.

You don't understand.

No really, there's
nothing to understand,

you certainly owe
me no explanation,

we really don't know
each other at all,

really, I'm sure a
man such as yourself,

you have many
willing women and

I can hardly compare
with their expertise.

Please listen to me.

I can't explain, but I
am very glad you came.

No, don't!

No, no, don't!

Keep your hands off me!

Oh, you.

You have no
right to do this!

Please, mademoiselle,
no scenes.

You'll pay for this.

Oh mademoiselle, I
have already been paid.

Keep your hands off her!

You are not
going to put up a

struggle are you,
mademoiselle?

Please take the
mademoiselle.

I hope you don't
expect an apology.

I am not sorry!

I'm not a child
anymore and you had

no right to send this,
this watchdog of yours!

Oh, mademoiselle.

Please, leave us.

Yes sir.

Ilsa, I'm extremely
disappointed in you.

If you do not wish to
be treated like a child,

you shouldn't
behave like one.

Clearly you still have
some growing up to do

and I'm afraid Paris is
not the place to do it.

At the end of the
week I'm going

to return you to Geneva.

Father...

In the meantime,
of course, you

will not be permitted
to leave the embassy.

Father, I
swear to you...

I'm sorry, Ilsa, my
mind is made up.

Good evening.

Father!

Good evening.

Who are you?

Why are you doing this?

Excuse me, young man,
but I'm rather tired.

It is past my bedtime.

I bid you goodnight
and good lesson, clown.

I feel him.

Feel him!

He is weak.

And he is close.

It is time to act.

Time to kill.

To kill.

To kill.

Come.

Oh, Valentin, is
the door repaired?

Yes, my skills
were able to

encompass this
heroic enterprise.

Hey, what the devil

do you think
you are doing?

At last, the rats have
come for the.

You are weak now, thief.

Your powers
cannot match ours.

You must die, thief.

You must die, thief.

Yes.

I will die.

But not at your hands.

Sutekh will not lay
claim to my death.

I think he's dead.

All praise to Sutekh!

All praise to Sutekh!

All praise to Sutekh!

Oh my God.

I'm sorry, my friends.

I'm sorry I failed you.

And I'm sorry that
I need your help.

Vengeance may
not be the most noble

reason for living,
but for now, it is all I have.

It is he.

It is he.

No, it is another.

That thief Afzel
has given the

secret of life
to another.

Then another must die.

Another must die.

Come.

Oh, my friend.

You've returned.

You're not
frightened anymore?

I wish I wasn't.

Afzel?

Oh, I see.

Not Afzel.

Six Shooter then.

And Blade.

Drill Sergeant.

Doctor Death.

Cyclops.

And no longer my master?

Will you follow me?

Then we shall
be avengers.

We shall be
destroyers of evil.

It is no longer
safe and there

will be too many
questions I cannot answer.

But I cannot
come face to face

with your killers
without protection.

Ah!

When Blade here is
finished, we will leave.

These devils can't
fly, and if they're

returning to
Egypt, there aren't

too many ways
for them to go.

We will find them,
I promise you.

Finished?

Lacking in
amenities, I fear.

But by far the least conspicuous
means of transportation.

You've come
looking for me.

Die!

Not so easy to kill me.

Die on your
knees, thief!

Bow down before
the god you mock!

I bow down
to nothing evil!

Not so easy to kill.

Kill!

I think we will leave
Paris, my friends.

There's nothing
more for us here now.

Nothing more.

Rise, obey!

Live again!

That one is useless,
he cannot be brought back again.

Mighty one, the
thief Afzel is dead.

Not
the secret of life.

Make no excuses,
you have failed me.

We have failed.

Oh most holy and
terrible one, Sutekh,

whose heart is the
very blackness of time.

I beg you.

Give us the power
to do your will.

To kill this thief.

Take
this power, but

do not use it too much.

All praise to Sutekh!

All praise to Sutekh!

One he loves.

Dear
Monsieur Toulon,

please accept my
most profound apologies

for any
inconvenience and...

Inconvenience,
are you mad?

Dear Andre.

Dearest Andre.

My dear phantom whom
I shall never see again.

Mademoiselle, may
I be of some service?

No, no thank you.

Mademoiselle should
be pleased to know

that when I retire,
one of my most able

assistants will
take my place.

I see.

So in the event
that mademoiselle

requires any
assistance, someone

would be available
at all times.

You are so kind.

Hardly kind,
mademoiselle.

Merely efficient.

Good evening.

Yes, good evening.

She is here?

You have a message for
the ambassador's daughter?

A message, yes.

Where is she?

Where is she?

Asleep in her room in
the West Wing, I presume.

Leave it here.

Leave it?

You said you
had a message.

Yes.

Well what is it?

Die.

Who are you?

What do you want here?

Sleep.

Take her.

You, stay!

Die.

Of what use is she to
us if he does not know?

He will know.

I will send him the
dream and he will know.

But how can you
send him a dream

if we do not
know where he is?

By the power of
Sutekh, all who

sleep and dream
in the city tonight

will have the
same nightmare.

But one will know that it
is more than a nightmare.

And he will come to us.

Your life for
hers,.

Come to us all.

I have a ticket on the
morning train to Calais.

Yes?

Is there any other
train leaving tonight?

Well not to the...

Anywhere, please!

Well there's the
night train to Marseille.

The 2:05, but you're going
to have to hurry to catch it.

A ticket
please, quickly.

Why the change in plans?

Give me the
blasted ticket!

Okay?

Bonsoir,
welcome aboard, monsieur.

Any seat that you
would like, these here,

any seat in the
first two cars?

Yes, thank you.

Can you please tell
me have you seen

two strange men and a
young dark haired woman?

I'm afraid I didn't see them, monsieur.

Perhaps you
were misinformed?

Yes, perhaps, thank you.

It was I who
sent the dream.

Let her go!

Come forward.

Come forward.

Let her go!

You have seen what
this hand can do.

Come forward.

Is this what you want?

Afzel's secrets?

Afzel has no secrets.

It is a possession
of Sutekh.

Born in the black fire
at the beginning of time.

His secrets.

How do you know that
this is the only copy?

You've not had time
to make another.

If you have,
I'll have comfort you in Hell.

In Hell!

Live to see her die.

Puppet master.

My friends, mission
accomplished.

Are you all right?

I'm not quite sure.

You don't need to
be afraid of them.

I'm afraid I've
been rude, I haven't

made the proper
introductions.

Ilsa, this is Cyclops,
Blade, Drill Sargent,

Doctor Death, Pinhead,
and Six Shooter.

They are my
very dear friends.

I'm very pleased
to meet you all.

Very pleased.

Very pleased.

What?

You want to know what
happened to Cyclops?

And the others?

Well my friends,
that is another story

which I will tell
you at another time.

I see it's morning, and
the rain has stopped.

We should be in Switzerland by lunch time.

Safe at last.