All language subtitles for The Vourdalak

Open up,
for heaven's sake!

I've been attacked by bandits.

Turks?

Turks, Moldavians, Greeks,
what difference does it make?

Let me in, please!

These barbarians killed my escort.

They stole my luggage, my horse.

I am injured.

I have nothing left.

Move along, sir.
We don't open this door for anyone.

Find shelter for the night,
and tomorrow, at dawn,

take the path to the west.

Walk without stopping.

You will find
the dwelling of old Gorcha.

He will provide you with provisions

and a horse for your journey.

Gorcha, you say?

Alright.

Whatever happens,
don't stop on the way.

This forest is full of dangers.

Farewell, sir.

Don't hurt me!

Madam, I am...

Marquis Jacques-Antoine Saturnin d'Urfé.

Diplomatic envoy
of the King of France.

I'm sorry, sir, I...

I'm a lost traveler. I'm looking
for the dwelling of old Gorcha.

I was told he could assist me.

What happened here?

Is this the work of the Turks?

What happened to the inhabitants?

Have a seat.

He wants to see the old man.

Thank you so much.
I'm starving.

Madam, let me introduce myself.
I am...

Marquis Jacques-Antoine Saturnin d'Urfé,
diplomatic envoy of...

Hello!

Anja?

Piotr?

Vlad!

Your father has returned.

Praise to God!

Jegor!

How I've missed you!

What's with that outfit again?

Is father awake?

Who is this?

I am Marquis
Jacques-Antoine Saturnin d'Urfé,

diplomatic envoy
of the King of France.

An unfortunate incident caused me
to lose my escort and my luggage.

I was told that a Gorcha could provide
me with a horse to continue my journey.

Of course, once safely arrived,
I'll ensure that this gentleman is...

richly compensated.

You are indeed at old Gorcha's.

We're his children.

I am Jegor, his eldest son.

And this is my wife, Anja.

Our son, Vlad.

My brother, Piotr.

And my sister, Sdenka.

We are not used to visitors, sir.

Especially not of your rank.

But you are welcome here.

We will do our
utmost to assist you.

But Jegor!
We have no more horses.

Anja.

They took everything from us.

I know where to find some.

I'll fetch one for you tomorrow.

Thank you, sir.

That's very kind of you.

You must have noticed:

our village was
pillaged by the Turks,

a little over a month ago.

I defended my family
and home as best I could.

After that,

I joined the few survivors who
had decided to take up arms.

We followed them.

Laid a trap for them.

And took our revenge.

We slaughtered
about ten of them.

Alas, their leader,

the infamous Alibek, escaped us.

Interesting.
It turns out that...

I too belong to a family
noted for its military exploits.

Not against Turks, of course,
but against the Lords of Beaujeu.

In the 13th century.

I'm going to greet
my father now,

and make sure
he can receive you.

Father?

His room is empty.
Where is he?

Answer me.
Where is he?

He has left.

What do you mean, left?

He has gone to fight.

To fight.

He took down his
old arquebus and left.

He didn't want anyone
to ever call him a coward.

But that's madness.

How could you let him do this?

At his age!
In his condition!

Where did he go?
In which direction?

What did he say?

My children.

I am leaving.

Wait for me six days.

If after these six days,
I have not returned,

say a prayer in my memory,

for then, I will have
been killed in battle.

But if ever,

God forbid,

I return after these
six days have passed,

I order you to forget
that I was your father,

and to not let me enter,
whatever I might say or do,

for then, I would be nothing
but a cursed Vourdalak.

What's this story?

Have you all lost your minds?

When did he leave?

It will be exactly six days
tonight, at six o'clock.

In that case,
let's be ready to welcome him.

Anja, prepare the supper.
Spare nothing.

Sdenka, go pick him
some blackberries.

And you, go change.

Let's go.

Thank you for the broth.
It was delicious.

May I serve you more?

No, thank you.

Excuse me.
May I ask you a question?

I heard a word earlier.
I don't know what it means.

What is a Vourdalak?

I don't know.

Your sister-in-law Sdenka
is not very friendly.

Yet, it is that which ruined her.

What do you mean?

Poor girl!

To fall in love, just like that,
with the first wanderer!

Around here, everyone knows.

That's why no one
ever wanted to marry her.

Alas.

She has to stay here.

With us.

Forever.

Which doesn't bother us, really.

But she spends her time daydreaming.

Muttering prayers.

And doing strange things.

I think she's gone mad.

Well, thank you very
much for the broth.

What a charming picture.

Need help with your gathering?

Do you like blackberries?

Yes, I adore them.

I despise them.

You must be very
worried about your father.

No.

Tell me, what is a Vourdalak?

What's the point?
You wouldn't believe it.

Go on.
I like discovering new things.

There are things
better not talked about.

If you say so.

Sdenka.

Beautiful Sdenka.

Your eyes are like
two torches that illum...

Here.

An apple.

Be careful not to
judge us, stranger.

So we'll refrain from doing
the same towards you.

Here.

Why torment me so,
little peasant girl?

Why such cruelty?

Come here.

No one will see us.

Wait.

First, I'll show you something.

This is the place where
I like to bathe in secret.

Follow me.

Hey, wait for me.

Where are you?

Follow my voice.

Imagine if someone were to fall.

Imagine their skull
hitting the rocks below.

Do you hear that
ghastly crunching of bones?

It's frightening, isn't it?

I would have offered my arm,

but it seems like you've had
enough of it for today.

You have nothing to envy the
mean coquettes of the court.

- The court of France?
- Yes.

Why?
Are you interested?

Go on.

What's the point, madam.

There are things
better not talked about.

I miss the court.

But what I miss most
is French cuisine.

The dinners...

and especially conversations
with pretty women.

Because there aren't
many around here.

I quite agree with you.

By the way, have you
tasted Anja's cooking?

I also miss the parties.

The balls.

And the dance.

What are you doing?

The sarabande or the minuet.

This is ridiculous!
Stop.

Certainly not.
It's too delightful.

Would you like to try?

Never.

What is this?

A map of Europe.

Look.

You can see all the roads.

The roads, the mountains,
the rivers, yes.

See, France is here.

And we are...

... around here.

I would have liked
to leave from here.

Even anywhere.

Only sadness and brutality
bloom on our lands.

Why do you stay?

Where would I go?

All my memories are here.

This cliff is my only friend.

And I will throw myself from its edges
the day my misfortune is complete.

I love life, but
it's not what I prefer.

But what are you saying?

His name was Jovan.

He wasn't from here and
had no future or money to offer.

But I loved him.

We wanted to flee
far from all this.

Alas, someone found out.

We had arranged to meet
at midnight on the cliff.

I waited a long time.

But I heard the gunshot.

I went back to bed.

This is where I buried him.

This is where
my dreams now rest.

But my dreams
still speak to me.

Everything speaks to those
who know how to listen.

Even the dead.

Give me your hand.

My hand?

Here.

How horrible!

Anyway, I don't believe in fate.

Obviously, you don't have one.

Sdenka.

The bell.

It's six o'clock.

He hasn't come back.

Our father is no more.

There's no proof he's dead.

He said so himself.

Shut up, idiot.

It's not your turn to speak.

Don't talk to him like that.
Quiet, everyone.

I'm the eldest.

You owe me obedience.

My God, father!

He's breathing!

Wait.

How long has he been here?

I'm sure he's been
here for days.

Our own father!

Don't do that, Jegor.

You should be ashamed!

Father, are you hurt?

Sit down.
He needs air.

Father, can you hear me?

That dog!
That dog!

Make it stop barking!

No.

Piotr, obey.

Well then...

You should eat something, father.

I'll bury him.

You are quite ill, father.

But what madness to go alone,
to fight the Turks!

At your age...

Yet, I was already in battle.

Alibek.

You will hang it
above the door.

Thus, everyone will
know he is no more.

And that it was by the hand
of Gorcha that he perished.

How is this possible?

Are you laughing
at me, little one?

Yes, grandfather, you're funny.

Boo!

How I love this child!

Is there a treasure purer in this
world than that innocent look?

Come on, it's late.

- No.
- Vlad, go to bed.

Father, I must tell you:
we have a guest at our table.

He's a stranger.

A rich lord who lost
his way on our lands.

He has no horse.

I hope the lord will forgive
the modesty of my home.

We are but humble people.

And if our manners seem abrupt,

let him remember that we're
not used to having at our table

powdered courtiers.

- Powdered what?
- Oh, I'm very tired.

Please excuse me, my lord.
We'll talk tomorrow.

Take me to my room
and bring me to bed.

Dogs don't think.

Their brains, narrower than that
of humans, don't allow them to...

make judgments or form conjectures.

However, when a dog loves you,

it's with unconditional love.

Regardless of who you are.

Regardless of how you may
appear to those who do think,

form conjectures,

allow themselves
to make judgments.

Here.

You've lost it.

Thank you, sir.

Come.

I'll show you to your room.

Here it is.

I hope it will be to your liking.

Yes, it's perfect.

Thank you very much.

- Good night, sir.
- Good night, Piotr.

What are you doing here?

I'm dancing, why?

Get up.

Jegor wants to talk to you.

Good morning.

Ah sir, come.

Jegor, your son.
I don't know what's wrong with him.

Not now, Anja.

I don't understand.

I stayed by his
bedside all night.

I suppose I must have dozed off
for an hour, two at most.

If you knew how ashamed I feel.

If something bad
happens to him, I...

I must go look for him.

Let me come with you.

No, I'll go alone.

Of course, you have
to wait for your horse.

I understand.

Jegor, please.
Listen to me.

He's feverish.

He's not eating.

Anja, calm down.
Let me through.

You're ready to abandon
your son for your father?

- What kind of man are you!
- Anja!

It's just a fever.
Put him to bed.

I'll be back tonight.
Don't worry.

Thank you, sir.

I'm afraid I'm going mad.

What's the matter?

I had a terrible
dream last night.

I heard something.

Like a voice whispering
there in Vlad's room.

I got up.

I was waiting for my eyes
to adjust to the darkness.

But it was no use.

I wanted to call for Vlad.

But I didn't dare, terrified by
the idea that someone might hear.

And suddenly, from far away,

a noise, an obscene
and repulsive noise.

Like wet chewing.

My hands felt something.

It was his little bed.

But Vlad was no longer in it.

I searched and found nothing
but a damp and soiled sheet.

And then the air
was filled with a stench

... unbearable. Excuse me.

- What's wrong with the child?
- Nothing.

It's strange. I too, had a
disturbing dream last night.

Come.

Is he going to die?

If we do nothing,
it's very likely.

What do you say?

We need
hawthorn branches,

garlic flowers,
and aspen wood.

Aspen...
I know where it grows.

Where are we going?

This branch to your left,
it will do.

Piotr, remove the branches and
sharpen them as sharply as possible.

Will you finally tell
me what we're doing?

A stake.

A stake?

So be it.

The things of the grave
must stay there.

Our father is no
longer our father.

He's a vile corpse,

returned among us with the sole
purpose of sucking our blood.

A Vourdalak doesn't
attack just anyone, sir.

He particularly delights in
the blood of his close kin

and those dearest to him.

People who, once deceased,
come back again.

Families, entire villages
have been wiped out.

Even love is
a curse around here.

Some say that,
to soak up their drool,

they chew the shroud
in which they were buried.

They chew like pigs,
watching us.

Are you serious?

They are sneaky
and malevolent leeches, sir.

That nothing can kill.

To prevent them from harming,

one must burn their house,

have them sprinkled with
holy water by a man of God,

or else immobilize them.

Since the dead try to rise again,

our only salvation

is to nail them to the ground.

Let's return, it's time.

Wait for me.

You're not thinking of
killing your father, are you?

Catch your breath, sir.

Anyway, you walk at a good pace.

You could easily outdistance
my friends from the court.

For whatever you may think of me,
I also have female friends,

whom I'm very close to
and respect a lot.

Good for you!

It's quite amusing.

They walk very little, they only move
from one armchair to another.

Good for them!

For long distances, they
even call for a sedan chair.

It's fascinating, really.

And this is precisely the moment
to tell me about the court.

Do you all have this
formidable wit in France?

Come.

Hello?

I don't understand.

I've looked everywhere.

No trace of him.

We'll leave the lanterns lit,

and the front door open.

In case he returns tonight.

- As for your horse, sir...
- It's no priority.

Don't worry.

What's this?
Stand back.

What have you done to my son?

Jegor!

Answer!

Let him go.

You know very well
what's happening.

The old man himself warned us.

Those who refuse to open their eyes are
responsible for the misfortune that awaits.

And take off that coat.
It's not yours.

They are losing their minds
over these old wives' tales.

To think that my brother
believes it too.

Well, it doesn't surprise me.

Do you know what he
played with as a child?

With ribbons.

You must take us for brutes,
my father and I.

But know that if this
family is still alive,

it's thanks to us,

and certainly not thanks
to their amulets and songs.

You, being an educated man,

don't tell me you believe in
the existence of these Vourdalaks?

I don't know.

No, of course not.

Why not vampires,
while we're at it?

Come closer.

Little one!

Come back, where are you going?

Wake up.

Do you hear me?

Where are you?

Show yourself, sir.

Sir, if I wasn't so
indebted for your hospitality,

I'd have serious doubts about your
intentions towards this child.

Really?

I forbid you to approach him.

I warn you, I'm armed.

And with what.

This legendary rapier accompanied
my ancestor in the wars of Italy.

I won't hesitate to use it.

Really now!

So, it's to protect my family
that my lord stays among us?

My lord is too kind.

But is it not rather
my daughter's skirts

that retain him?

You wouldn't be
the first, you know.

You're mistaken, sir.

My intentions are most honorable.

Indeed, I have a
deep affection for Sdenka.

She is in no way to blame.

I know that.

My lord is admirable.

His heart is pure.

His blood is noble.

And if he persisted, moreover,
in staying among us,

I would have no choice but
to accept him as one of ours,

I would probably
end up loving him.

Jegor, your son, your father.

The viper is in its nest.

And the wolf sleeps tonight.

All is calm, my little one.

Do not make a noise.

This is the fruit
of our negligence.

Father, God be praised,
you have returned.

What have we
done to this child?

What have we done
to the sunshine of our old age?

He was the best among us.

Alas, our tears
will not bring him back.

Be strong, my son.

Hmm, My Lord.

You come at a good time, sir.

Since you are
the head of this family,

it seems it's up to you
to bless this grave.

Do you hear?

Bless this grave immediately,
I order you.

You order me?

Piotr, how dare you?

A son commanding his father?

Has this ever been seen?

- Say the prayer.
- And if I refuse?

- You're no longer our father.
- Stop, Piotr, stop!

I'm no longer your father?

Then, who am I?

Now, Piotr, do it!

Well, what are
you waiting for?

Do it!

I knew it!

Litte girl!

What a shame!

To attack me!

Me, who has nothing
but love for you.

Even for you, my daughter.

You who have so foully
dishonored us with that vagabond.

Luckily my old blunderbuss
watches over this family.

But let Jegor fulfill
his duty as a father.

Let's go inside.

Nothing is sweeter for a
father than the peace of home.

Sit there and keep quiet.

His home must be sorely
missed by my lord.

How could we
ease his sorrow?

I know: let's dance!

Go ahead and dance with my daughter.
You're dying to.

Dance, I tell you!

There.

- Where is the stake?
- Piotr has it.

I'll go get it.

The calves of my lord
must be quite the sight,

for the young women
at the court of France.

I understand them.

My son, at last you are here.

Don't catch cold.

Here.

Come.

Come with me.

Look.

See how proud you look!

You're like me, Jegor.
You are a winner.

You are a man.

Run, save yourself.

I've been hard on you.

But I don't regret it...

Back, corpse!

Even in death,
you still torment us!

You're finished, monster.

Jegor, Sdenka, seize him.

If a father is not everything
to his children, he is nothing.

Bury him with his dog.

Listen to me, Sdenka.

I'm sorry.
We have to leave.

Take your hands off my sister.

Everything was fine
before you arrived.

It's you who brought
misfortune upon our family.

I'm a man of honor.

My word is my bond.

Tomorrow morning,
you will have your horse.

You will leave
and never come back.

Should I happen
to see you again, sir,

I won't hesitate to kill you.

Mom.

Mom.

Anja.

Run, Anja.

That's not your son.

Vlad, my son.

Anja!

Listen to me, go home.

Jegor!

It's useless.

He can't hear you.
He's dead drunk.

That's not your son, Anja.

You buried him yourself.

Do you think
I have forgotten him?

Then run. Run!

You know as well as I do
what he has become.

Do you think that death
and all the demons of hell

could for a second only

prevent a mother from kissing
the child that was torn from her.

Brute!

You're all brutes!

Mom, I'm cold.

My little one.

A bird.

A bird.

Do you hear it?

Listen.

It sings for my arrival.

What do you say?

Piotr, my dear brother!

You sent it to me.

Only you kept me
among the living.

You have reached a safe port.
And I'm joining you.

I have braided the hawthorn.
The circle finally closes.

Oh, beautiful bird.

Go tell my cliff
to open its welcoming arms.

In vapors
of sage and incense,

I will throw myself
from its edges.

Go, little bird!
Fly!

My journey is complete.
My misfortune is over.

Sdenka, don't do this
for heaven's sake.

Sdenka, come back.
Release me, I beg you.

So my brother can kill you?
What a great idea!

Wait for your horse and leave.

- It'll be better for everyone.
- No.

Do nothing.
We'll leave together.

I'll take you to the court.

I'll show you
the gardens, the balls.

You'll be happy.

I swear it.

The court.

I would have loved it...

Alas.

Farewell, Sdenka!

Farewell,
thank you for everything.

Thank God!

Psst.

Come.
We must leave.

What are you doing?
Pull yourself together.

Sdenka, this is
really not the time.

My lord, exquisite taste!

Why?

Sdenka!
Where are you?

Ah sir,
here you are at last!

I owe you an apology.

I let myself be carried
away by my temperament.

I deeply regret it, my friend.

Come back, my friend, come back.

Wait.

Don't be angry with me,
beautiful stranger.

Don't hate me for not
having been able to be free.

Cruel fate.

If only
I had met you sooner,

how different my
life could have been!

I love you.

Be damned!

Don't jump, Sdenka.

I don't have much time left.

But you are free.

If you have
any friendship for me,

listen to what I have to say.

Don't leave this world
before knowing it.

It is vast and amazing.

It will please you.

Go to the court of France.

Yes, why not?

Come show those people
what beauty is,

what nobility is.

Live as you please.

Sorry.

Excuse me.