All language subtitles for Catacombs 1988 720p BluRay FLAC2.0 COMM x264-KESH.EN 23.976

No!

Ciao.

Hello?

Excuse me.

Do you speak English?

Well now, I speak English,
French, Italian, German, Spanish...

and Latin I keep on this hand,
'cause I don't speak that so well.

Are you lost, then?

I don't think so.

Is this the Abbey
of Saint Peter?

Yes.

Good.

Then you can tell me where
I might find the Brother Superior.

Well, why would you
be wanting him?

Ms. Magrino. Hello.

I am the Brother Superior.

Brother Orsini.

Welcome to our modest abbey.

Brother Timothy
here will show you

to our guest quarters.

Will she be staying, then?

For a few days.

Ms. Magrino teaches school
in a parish in America

which is headed by my
very dear old friend,

Father Lentini.

It amazes me how that sly
old devil became a priest.

It proves that God
does work miracles.

Now after you've settled in,

I'll take you down
into the catacombs.

We'll start off with a big bang.

Brother Marinus.

You startled me.

I am distressed.

Well, that's at
least consistent.

This is a brotherhood,

not a hotel for lost women.

Our guest is not lost.

She's here at my invitation.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have a very
important appointment...

with my flower garden.

Oh, well. Poor Father John.

It's not much.
We're a poor abbey.

It'll be just fine. Thank you.

Is there a reason why you
speak so many languages?

Yes, well, now,

it's rather like the Catholic
Foreign Legion around here.

The brothers come from
all parts of the world

to do their studies.

I see.

Well, now,
I must go back to work.

If you need anything at all,

just ask for Brother Timothy.

Thank you.

By any chance...

would you have any
American gum to spare?

Sorry.

American gum is such a
nice bad habit of mine,

but it's hard to find sometimes.

- See you later, then.
- Bye.

John.

- John.
- Why do you want me?

Well, Brother Martino,

here I am back in the tower
with all the booty,

and I even bought some batteries
for Brother Agostino's radio,

which he doesn't hide too well.

And I also managed...

to procure a Pope's skull

just like the one in
Brother Orsini's office.

Which Pope is yours?

Why, Pope Paul VIII, of course.

That's impossible.

The one in
Brother Orsini's office

is the skull of Pope Paul VIII.

So what's your problem?

How can there be two
skulls of the same pope?

Why, bless you.
It's perfectly simple.

The pope skull in
Brother Orsini's office

belonged to Pope Paul VIII
when he was an 86-year-old man.

And mine is of Pope Paul VIII
when he was only 65.

Oh, I see.

Brother Martino.

Sometimes you are as
slow as you are short.

Come in.

Brother Terrell,
I cooked your meal.

- What's the score?
- 4 to 3.

The Germans are good.

They cheat.

A brother shouldn't
say things like that.

I'm dying.

I can say what I want.

Time to eat.

I'm not hungry.

Keep reading.

The Lord's kindness
is everlasting

to those who fear Him.

He pardons all your iniquities.

He heals all your ills.

Now back to the good stuff.

Brother Terrell?

Brother Terrell?

What's wrong?

I thought you were...

I'm sorry, Brother Terrell.

I have to go. I have to go.

We'll finish later.

I'm the one dying.

What is he in such a snit about?

Well, well, well,
our visitor from America.

- Hello again.
- Taking a stroll, are you?

Yes.

This is my friend Antonia.

- Hello.
- Bongiorno.

I rather adopted her
a long time ago,

or perhaps she adopted me.

I'm not quite sure which.

Anyway,
we've become good friends.

The farmers around here call
these Devil's Touch flowers.

You see this mark?
This right there?

The farmers claim these have
been touched by the Devil.

Oh, they're a very
superstitious lot.

But I am fond of
one of their sayings.

The Devil can touch you
and leave his mark...

just so long as he
doesn't steal your soul.

Quite true, don't you think?

What are you checking on there?

Poor child.

She knows things.

Before they happen.

She seems to know.

It's a terrible burden.

She just told me someone's
going to die today.

Incredible.
What is the connection?

�The light of God is with you."

�The light of God protects you."

�The light of God
shall destroy Satan."

Blind.

Father Orsini.

Ah, dear boy.

God won't hear you
if you try so hard.

You must be patient.

If God won't hear me,
then he must be saying

I'm no longer needed
in His work.

God doesn't fire
his servants, John.

Come. Sit down.

You've been carrying a
dark burden since you came.

Don't you think it would
help to share that load

with me or one of the brothers?

I just want to know
that I can serve

some worthy purpose
on this earth.

Other than disappointing
those who think

I have all the answers
to their problems.

We all have that problem, John.

God has the answers,

but even He disappoints
us at times.

What is really bothering you?

I can't continue my
visits with Brother Terrell.

He gives everyone a hard time.

Don't take it personally.

It's not that.

I'm just starting
to care about him.

It hurts too much
to watch him die.

That is unfortunately
part of our calling.

It's a constant struggle
with the joys and pains

of life and death.

You can't be a priest
and not deal with death.

It's a conclusion
I seem to keep reaching.

Look at it this way.

When you've hit bottom
spiritually, as you have...

there's no place to go but up.

When your faith
has grown feeble,

that is precisely when
it will grow strong again.

It will get better, John.

Just give your stay with us
a little more time.

And continue your visits
with Brother Terrell.

I think it's important for you
to deal with whatever it is

that has placed you
in this conflict.

I'll try.

May the Lord bless and keep you.

May His face shine upon you
and be gracious to you.

May He look upon you
with kindness

and His peace be with you.

May the almighty God
be with you,

in the name of the Father,
the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Dig in.

Brother Superior,
did Brother Timothy tell you?

Brother Timothy tells
me many things.

The Lord has blessed him
with the tireless gift of gab.

What is it Brother Timothy
is supposed to tell me?

That he bought a younger
version of your Pope's skull.

Decorum.

Brother Superior.

You take yourself too
seriously, Brother Marinus.

- I do what must be done.
- Yes, and you do it well.

All I'm suggesting is that
you do it with a little...

Well, a little less fervor.

Since when is it wrong

for a man of God to
display his devotion?

There's no joy in your life.

You never laugh,
you never smile.

Are you saying that
I could serve God better...

if I laughed during prayer?

A slight smile wouldn't hurt.

We don't usually think of God
as having a sense of humor.

But he does, you know.

It's dry and to the point.

For instance, he creates
a beautiful stallion.

And then adds the
jackass for contrast.

With all clue respect,
I am happy.

In my misery it pleases me
to scowl and glower.

I prefer a constant edge of
hunger to three meals a day.

Evil, thy name is woman.

Don't let him bother you.

God.

I didn't mean to
intrude like that.

I mean...

I was just looking
for Brother Orsini.

I didn't...

- I'm sorry.
- No harm done.

Please sit down.

It's just that they're
not used to a...

Well, someone from
outside the brotherhood.

Aren't you an outsider?

I mean outside the brotherhood.

Yes, but I'm a little
easier to accept.

I'm not a woman.

I see.

There we go, then.

It's not anything extravagant,
but it is filling and warm.

Thank you. It looks...

delicious.

Oh, it looks
nothing of the sort.

It looks just as bad
as it tastes.

I didn't make it so
you don't have to be kind.

Well now, you two
have a nice chat.

See if you can
get this one to talk.

He's such a puzzle to us.

I'm Elizabeth.

Nice to meet you, Elizabeth.
I'm John.

Why are you such a puzzle?

Ah, Ms. Magrino. Here you are.

I'm so sorry about
the disturbance.

Oh, don't give it
another thought.

Come, let me give you
that guided tour.

John, take my place
at the service, would you?

Of course.

I'm going to show Ms. Magrino

where our famous
miracle took place.

And if he asks,

tell Brother Marinus I've gone.

Tell him I've gone
hunting Satan.

That should bring a smile.

We inhabitants
of this sacred abbey

are urged to reflect on
our lives here on Earth.

Lives that pass through quickly.

As symbolized...
by the hourglass.

We are urged to
go steady in our lives.

Like...

the flowing sand...

through the hourglass.

But...

we are also warned.

Beware the Beast.

God?

Practice the power
to seal the demon

in unholy burial forever.

God granted our holy symbol
of divine protection.

Always remain,
and ward off forever...

agent of Satan,
the Beast of the apocalypse.

Beware the Beast.

Let none arouse him
from his imprisonment.

Keep his seals of containment...

for once they are breached,

then shall the horror
come to pass.

Stars shall become dark
and fall from the sky.

The sun shall turn black.

The earth shall freeze
white with ice.

Brother shall turn
against brother.

Mother against child.

The earth shall open up
in fiery torrents.

And mountains shall
crumble into the sea.

Rivers shall run red with
the blood of the suffering.

Darkness shall descend
not only upon the Earth...

but into the very soul of man.

He is the holy king.

Sacred his symbols.

Evil, thy will be contained.

It bleeds.

Is the Devil
wagging your tongue?

What do you think
of our catacombs?

Kind of spooky.

Yes.

I suppose the first time
down here is spooky.

But there are no ghostly
spirits or wandering souls.

Just a bunch of old bones.

Actually, to think of death
is rather sobering.

To think that what we
are now they used to be.

And what they are now...

we soon shall be.

You know, the catacombs
remain until this clay

the last significant monument
to Christian antiquity.

They were the burial place
for the bodies of the martyrs

who died defending their faith.

Here we are.

Our famous catacomb chapel.

It's...

�Unusual" is the word we use.

As you know this abbey
is most famous

for the Miracle
of Celestial Light.

According to church documents,

the first prior at this abbey

had been blind for many years

when one day
he was showered with

a heavenly shaft
of light from above.

And his eyesight was
miraculously restored.

As you can see,
there were no openings

in this catacomb chapel.

Just a painting of heaven.

From time to time
others have claimed

to have seen this
celestial brightness.

At the turn of the century a
Brother Belore saw the light

reflected in this
holy monstrance.

It shone so bright,
it blinded him.

God giveth and God taketh away.

So much for miracles.

A few of the brothers
still come down here

for private meditation,
but mostly they stay away.

Why?

I guess they don't want
to risk going blind.

Here.

Take this.

I want you to wear it
until you leave.

It is supposed to inspire
stillness and serenity.

Why don't you stay
down here for a while

and take some pictures?

It would be a rare treat
for those students of yours.

As long as Brother Marinus
doesn't find out,

it should be okay with God.

I'll come back for you later.

Elizabeth...

Brother Orsini?

- God, you scared me.
- I'm sorry.

Brother Orsini asked me to
finish giving you the tour.

What is she doing down here?

Obviously she got lost.

We're all part of God's
flock, Brother Marinus,

and sometimes we stray.

No big deal.

I will report this to
the Brother Superior.

Yes, you do that by
all means, Brother Marinus.

This is a holy place.

Ah, Brother Marinus.
What a delight to see you.

That woman was wandering
around in the catacombs.

After your Father John
escorted her out

I made my rounds and discovered

that the lower chamber
has been tampered with.

The Vatican icon that
seals the evil is missing.

You're not digging up
that old superstition

about a demon sealed in
the catacombs, are you?

It is documented
in the ancient books.

It's just a lot of
glorified scribbling

by a group of second-rate
Inquisition players.

There is nothing that compels me
to believe it really happened.

I believe it.

That's because by
nature you are...

I won't say it.

According to the writings,
if the evil is released

in the lower chambers,
he will then attempt

to reach the last
vestige of containment.

Catacomb chapel.
The holy monstrance.

I read the book,
Brother Marinus.

We all have.

I just choose to believe
it is more fiction than fact.

But you protest it
to be fact only.

- I believe what is written.
- Yes.

That seems to be the problem.

That woman brings evil.

- At this abbey.
- That's preposterous.

You know, Brother Marinus,
we put up with your severity

much of the time because
it basically does no harm.

But this...

Elizabeth is a 6th grade
school teacher

from a poor Catholic
parish, for God's sake.

There is something else
that concerns me.

There is an air of anxiety
among the brothers.

A sense of growing fear.

There I agree with you,
Brother Marinus.

The brothers are upset.

But I don't think it has
to do with our visitor.

I think it's you
whipping them up

into a nervous,
unnecessary frenzy.

Nevertheless I will speak
to the brothers individually.

What about the woman?

What about her?

She should be told to leave.

I think you should leave.

Before I lose my composure and
say more than I already have.

How are you feeling
today, Brother Terrell?

Lousy.

Shall I read to you?

No, just talk to me.

Alright.

What did you want to talk about?

Sex.

And what aspect of that subject
did you have in mind?

Having it or not.

Is that a question?

It's a regret.

When I was 16 years old...

there was this girl...

named Dolores.

She was a year
older than I, but...

far from more worldly.

I don't know why but
she decided to discuss

what it was like to have sex.

I guess she wanted to try it.

To talk me out of my vocation.

She was such a lovely creature.

Dolores.

All my life I was haunted
by what she said.

She described sex as
a state of euphoria.

We become one undulating
connected body

with the other person.

One body, one mind, one soul.

And heat and flesh and goodness.

It sounded as religious
as anything I ever felt.

Then, or since.

What a shame to have
missed out on that.

I don't know if I ever really

had that experience with God.

Now that I'm dying...

I can confess that
maybe when I die...

I'll have great sex with God.

What I really wish...

What I really wish is that
I had sex with Dolores.

I thought you might be hungry.

Thank you. Come in.

You didn't have to do this.

Actually, I did.

Otherwise you'd starve.

I am hungry.
Would you like some?

- No thanks.
- Are you sure?

I'm sure.

- I'm gonna let you eat.
- No, no, stay.

Brother Orsini tells me
that you're a teacher.

That's right. Saint Genevieve.

Sixth grade art and history.

You enjoy your work?

I love it.

It's all I ever wanted to do.

That's good.

Everyone should feel that
passionate about their work.

What is it that you
like about it so much?

My kids are great.

They're so eager to learn.

It makes me feel good
that they need me.

That they enjoy
coming to my classes,

and that I have
something to offer them.

It's just very rewarding.

Count your blessings, Elizabeth.

You're really very lucky.

I'm gonna let you...

Lousy food.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Thank you for the dinner.

That man will be the
death of me yet.

Him and all his
superstitious nonsense.

Enter.

Something terrible has happened.

I knew it.

Enter.

Tea time, Brother Marinus.

What do you mean?

Well, I...
I brought you some tea.

- Why?
- Well, I thought you might like it.

I always brought Brother Orsini
some tea at this time of day.

I don't particularly
care for tea.

It seems a luxury
ill-suited to our calling.

Forgive me,
Brother Marinus, I...

I just thought you
might like to respect

the same traditions
as Brother Superior.

I...

am the Brother Superior now.

And things will be different
under my leadership.

You may go now.

I am the Brother Superior now.

Antonia?

Antonia.

What'd she say?

- Come on.
- No, what'd she say?

Well, it's difficult
to translate.

Something about one of us
being touched by the Devil.

And the other one dying.

But it's just a superstition.
Come on.

Forgive me, Lord,
for what I am now about to do.

The Lord guard me from
the hands of the wicked.

Rescue me, Lord, from evil men.

From the violent keep me safe.

From those who plan
evil in their hearts,

and stir up strife every day,

who sharpen their
tongue like an adder's.

With the poison of
vipers on their lips.

Lord, guard me from
the hands of the wicked.

From the violent keep me safe.

They plan to make me stumble.

The proud have hidden a trap.

They've spread out
lines of a net.

Set snares across my path.

If a good man strikes
or reproves me...

It is kindness, but...

Let the oil of the wicked
not anoint my head.

Let my prayer be
ever against their malice.

Their princes were thrown
down by the side of a rock.

Then they understood...

that my words were kind.

As a millstone I shattered
the pieces on the ground,

so their bones were strewn
at the mouth of the grave.

To you, Lord God,
my eyes are turned.

In you I take refuge.
Spare my soul...

from the trap they laid for me.

Keep me safe.

Keep me from the snares
of those who do evil.

In you I take refuge.

Spare my soul.

Glory be to the Father,
and the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

A miracle. A blessed miracle.

May the Lord bless you
and keep you safe.

Dio mio.

You are no longer welcome...

in this abbey.

- Speak.
- Father John.

Enter.

Father John,
I'm so happy you came.

I am deeply concerned.

I was hoping that
I could confide in you.

If you like.

There is a dark secret
in this abbey...

that I shared only
with Brother Orsini.

Now that he's gone I think
you should know about it.

Why me?

Why not Brother Agostino
or Brother Timothy?

They don't have your daring.

Come.

Come with me, Father John.

- What's so important?
- Hurry!

Come. Let me show you.

Four hundred years ago...

A man touched by the Devil
was sealed in this cave.

A sacred Vatican seal was
placed over the doors

by the Inquisition
to contain him,

and to protect
the holy monstrance.

That seal has been taken.

Father John, I am convinced...

Evil has been unleashed,

and is running loose
in these catacombs.

Brother Marinus,
from all that I've read,

the Inquisition was
entirely capable

of taking a man they
thought possessed and-

I would like to perform
the ancient ritual

that was practiced in this
abbey by the Inquisition

some four hundred years ago.

- Brother Marinus-
- You could help me.

Oh, yes, you need help.

Not the kind I can give you.

Father John.

I was wrong about you.

You are a frightened man.

Like all the others
in this abbey.

Brother Terrell?

Brother William, where is he?

- Who?
- Brother Terrell, where is he?

He's in the cavern.

Brother Marinus had him
taken to the cavern.

You thought I was a goner,
didn't you?

- Are you dead?
- I don't know.

I don't feel dead.

But then who knows
how that feels?

I have never been dead before.

Listen to me.

This place is going all to hell.

Brother Orsini was the
voice of sanity around here.

But Brother Marinus...

has gone out of control.

Satan is like a bully.

He's only strong for
someone weaker than he is.

Trust me.

He will crumble
under your light.

You have the power
of God on your side.

And he can be one tough bastard.

I'm going to go now, John.

Maybe I will have sex.
Maybe not.

It's up to Him.

Bathe in the light of God, John.
Bathe in the light of God.

And the Lord said,

�Cut out the tongue of Lucifer!
He shall not tell me his way!"

Father John.

Come quick.
It's Brother Terrell.

Good friend.

Elizabeth.

Hello?

Oh, no.

We don't allow women here.

Brother Marinus!

That's enough.

I'm glad you came, John.

- Do I frighten you?
- No.

All men of God
are afraid of Satan.

You're not Satan!

You're Elizabeth.

How could I do that
if I weren't Satan?

I don't know and I don't care.

Elizabeth.

Don't give in to him.

Do not let him take you.

You?

I am a servant of God...

and the tormentor of Satan.

Big deal.

It's the loud ones like him
that are the weakest.

Did I hurt you?

I'm sorry.

- I'll make it better.
- Elizabeth, no.

BIO-

There, now.

Doesn't that feel better?

That's one of
my favorite tricks.

That's another.

By any chance...

Would you have any American
gum to spare, Father?

Is the Devil wagging thy tongue?

Come to hell with me, John.

There's no room in the
church for you anyway.

How would you know?

Your precious God
has deserted you.

No, he hasn't.

Where's your strength, John?

Where's your all-powerful God
when you need him most?

Your spiritual voice
has gone feeble.

God will never hear you now.

Have you had enough?

Yes.

You never had a chance.

No, no, no, John.

I have a few tricks of my own.

Bathe in this.

Bathe in the Lord's light.

But I am fond-

The Devil can touch you
and leave his mark...

just so long as he
doesn't steal your soul.

Quite true, don't you think?