All language subtitles for Cronos.1993 Eng

In 1536...

fleeing from
the Inquisition,

the alchemist
Uberto Fulcanelli

disembarked in Veracruz,
Mexico.

Appointed official watchmaker
to the Viceroy,

Fulcanelli was determined
to perfect an invention

which would provide him
with the key to eternal life.

He was to name it...

the Cronos device.

400 years later,

one night in 1937,

part of the vault in
a building collapsed.

Among the victims
was a man of strange skin,

the color of marble
in moonlight.

His chest mortally pierced,

his last words...

Suo tempore.

This was the alchemist.

The authorities located
the residence of the dead man.

What they found there

was never fully
revealed to the public.

After a brief investigation,

the mansion and its contents
were sold at public auction.

Never on any list
or inventory

was the Cronos device
mentioned.

As far as anyone knew,

it never existed.

MERRY CHRISTMAS

Sit up straight.

GRAND BAZAAR ANTIQUES

Here.

Go through these.

Only a few days left.

Tickets are running out
for the big New Year's dance...

Excuse me.
Can I help you?

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

What can I do for you?

Now, this one.
Where does it go?

Very good.

Now he has a face.
You go now.

Early in the morning

At the break of day

Open up your little eyes

This one is still missing.
Put them in groups,

by size and shape.

If you provoke them,

it's worse, Aurora.

De la Guardia Enterprises.

What did you find?

Yes.

Right.

Another statue, huh?

Fine.

I'll tell him.

Ready.

Uncle?

Uncle?

Ahh...

lovely day for breakfast pills.
Reds, yellows, blues.

And... the new draft
of your will, ready to...

Shhh!

Why do you always
have to be so noisy?

Just sign the new draft
of your will.

I have news for you.

Our buyer just called.

Papers.

- Thank you.
- Now tell me,

what did our buyer
have to say to you?

Oh...

same old thing.

I found another archangel.

So what are you
waiting for?

No, not this time.

This time you get somebody else
to pick up your garbage.

Not everything is garbage.

No, not that book again.

This is not garbage.

I know they all look
the same to me.

That's part of the problem.
Open your eyes.

Look.
This is different.

This one will be mine!

Lovely day.

Good morning, sir.

Are you looking for something
in particular?

Pricey.

It's unique.

Yeah, sure.

They all are.

But... then,

It's not my money.

Keep the change.

I'll wrap it for you.

I love these mirrors.

You want it?

Yes?

No?

Yes.

May I ask your opinion
about something?

- Of course.
- And yours too.

Very "importante."
Very important.

- Do you like this one?
- No.

No.

- How about this one?
- No.

- And this one?
- That one.

Which one?

That one.

You like it too?

Thank you very much.

You don't know how
important this is to me.

A present.
And thanks to both of you.

Good luck.

No, honey, it's not chocolate.

Something like this happens
once in a lifetime.

Once in a lifetime.

Well,

nothing happened.

Look, it's funny.

What do you think it is?

A toy?

Stay away from it.

Don't be scared.

Get me a box.

One, two, three.
And one,

two.

One, two, three.

Now, listen carefully.
This is seven in four.

We'll start with this leg, Manuelito.

And one, two, three and four,

five, six and seven.

One, two, three, four.
Don't grunt, Manuelito.

- Excuse me.
- And...

And now, the finale.

Good afternoon.

Where did you fall down?

On some broken glass.

- You won't need any stitches.
- Ouch!

Men are such whiners. Do you remember
when Blondie March died?

Everyone was soaked in blood
and she was clean as a whistle.

But dead as a doornail.

There's something in there.

This will hurt.

Thanks for letting me know.

I almost got it.

It was buried deep.

- What is it?
- I don't know. A metal filing.

No, it looks more like a stinger.

From a bee. I don't know.

Please, please.

Be very careful. I beg you, please.

Our Father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those
who trespass against us.

No.

I'm okay, darling.

I'm okay.

Good morning.

- I'm reading.
- There's too much light.

It's incredible, you know?

Baby Vizcaina died at 92...

Do you like it?

No.

You look...

different, a lot younger.

Exactly. That's the point.
That's how I feel.

Where's Aurora?
- Don't you want breakfast?

I'm not hungry.

Hey, do you like it or not?

- Yes, I do.
- Good.

I'm glad.

DE LA GUARDIA ENTERPRISES
ANGEL DE LA GUARDIA

Hi, Mr. Gris!

How are you? Okay?

You destroyed my shop!

I'm not the one
you want to talk to.

The red ones are
especially good today.

You don't know
what you're getting yourself into.

Almost 40 years ago,

I found this manuscript.

Forty years.

They are the notes,

the inscrutable writings

of a 16th-century alchemist.

It's a fascinating text.

It's written backwards, in Latin.

It describes a very peculiar mechanism,

an invention that prolongs the life
of the person who uses it.

But there are rules,

precise and very strict rules

about its usage.

- An insect?
- That's the stroke of genius.

An insect is trapped in the device.

It's like

a living filter.

You think so?
I mean, after all these years.

Who says insects aren't
God's favorite creatures?

Christ walked on water,

just like a mosquito.

The matter of the resurrection

is related to ants, to spiders.

They can remain inside a rock
for hundreds of years

until someone comes along
and frees them.

Of course.

All of this is very enlightening,
but why tell me?

I'm dying, Mr. Gris.

I'm going to show you something.

The scalpel has been
eating away at me bit by bit.

Chemotherapy, radiotherapy,
psychotherapy.

Look carefully, my friend.

Half of my body is here, in this case.

And the other half

is already on the menu...

or is being devoured
right now, while we talk.

No! That's mine!

You used it?

You used it?
- It was an accident.

You fool!

Angel!

Here I am, Uncle.

Here I am.

Oh, Mr. Gris.

My uncle is getting impatient.

De la Guardia!

We both have something to lose.

Mr. Gris?

You may continue the game.

After all,
you have the toy.

But I'm keeping
the instructions.

And I won't relent.

Impossible.

I put it here, damn it!

Aurora! My God.

Aurora?

I know you have it.

Aurora.

Aurora?

Are you scared?

Do you think something
will happen to me?

Are you comfortable back there?

This happened to me once before,
with your dad.

Do you remember him,
even a little bit?

Yes.

I would imagine so.

When he was your age,

he overheard someone talking
about people who die of lung cancer.

So when I got home from work,

I found my cigarettes had vanished.

After looking all over,
I went in the bathroom

and found many little bits of tobacco.

They were floating in the toilet.

Just little bits.

I think he understood later
that destroying my cigarettes

didn't help matters at all.

But at least, I understood
that he was worried.

And he understood
that I had understood.

You know what?

I don't know what's wrong with me.

But I think it's best if we're together.

- Jesus.
- Just a minute.

- I need your help.
- Just a minute.

Hurry up, darling.
We're going to be late.

Who are you, little one?

A god?

You're very good for me.

I don't know why this dress doesn't fit.
I wore it for last year's dance.

I'm almost ready.

How could I change so much
in so little time?

Do you remember?

Do I remember?

My love
I can't believe it's all over

And life has separated us

Do I remember?

The first time I saw you,

I thought you wouldn't
give me the time of day.

I felt so small...

That's what architects call vectors.

- That's amazing.
- That's it?

The small parts
always support the large ones.

- But what holds it up?
- It's not a play on words. The pillars...

- Teacher.
- I'll be right with you, Manuelito.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

What's wrong?

Is something wrong?

- I'll be right back.
- Where are you going?

To get a drink.

It's hot.

This always happens to me.

- Are you feeling better?
- Yes.

Every time I drink, I have to pee.

I've been listening to this music
since I was a little boy.

What a fucking decadent party.

Really.

Give me a fucking break.

Look what they did here.

The party got crashed
by some Argentinean

or a Peruvian, shit.

You break your back all year long
to go to a nice party...

Fuck.

I'm leaving.

Nine, eight, seven,

six, five,

four, three,
HAPPY NEW YEAR - TIGERS CLUB

two, one!

It has been a pleasure,
an honor for Day Radio,

to bring to your homes

the traditional live broadcast
of the Tigers Club annual party.

We're always thinking of you
and wishing you the very best.

May all your New Year's resolutions
have a most joyous outcome

and open the most
wonderful paths to you.

Here, in HPLM's sound booth,

we feel honored, overwhelmed -

yes, why not say it -
overwhelmed with joy

to hear from you,
to answer your calls.

Mrs. Lorenza wants to send her
warmest regards to the whole family.

And she wishes the very best
for us all.

Mrs. Lupita Raquel
sends everyone her wishes

for glory to God in heaven,
peace on earth and goodwill.

How beautiful.

You.

Happy New Year.

Tell me where it is or my uncle
won't leave me alone.

What is it exactly...
this thing?

What the fuck does
the old man want with it?

He never told you?

You all think I'm stupid,
don't you?

He thinks it will help him live longer.

That fucker does nothing
but shit and piss all day,

and he wants to live longer?

Leave me alone.

Do what you have to do,
but leave me alone.

Of course, sir.

I will leave you, when...

and if...

it pleases me.

Get it?

Get up.

Get up!

Fuck!

Fuck!

So quiet.

My God, so much blood.

All that blood is mine.

I'm dying.

Unbelievable.

Everything's upside down.

And I'm dying.

Alone.

Don't let me die today.

I'm in so much pain.

I can endure a lot more.
A lot more.

Oh, Aurora.

Wow, Tito. Wow.

The forehead is turning out...

perfect.

It looks totally normal.

It's your best work yet.
- Fuck, yeah.

There's a technique to this.

I'm giving it shape,

texture,

color.

You have to be a fucking artist.

Yes.

But don't go to so much trouble.
We're going to cremate him.

What?

Fuck me! What do you mean
we're going to burn him?

You should've told me before
I fixed the fucker, God rest his soul.

Nobody respects my work here.
Why didn't you guys let me know?

You! Why didn't you let me know?

The widow changed her mind.

It looks like the guy
didn't make preparations.

He didn't buy a niche,
or a grave plot, nothing.

They're all the same.

The bastards think they'll live forever.

Plastic surgery,
contrary to...

Fuck.

- Yes, Uncle.
- Get up here immediately.

Stupid-motherfucker-cocksucking
son-of-a-bitch

asshole-pendejo.

- I want to know what happened.
- I'll be right there.

Shit.

I can't blow this.

I didn't touch him,
the car skidded.

- Went off the cliff.
- You imbecile!

Uncle...

What about his heart?

What about it?

Did you hurt it
in any way?

I told you
I didn't touch him!

His car skidded,
it went off the cliff...

Did you check his heart?

It wasn't beating.

Did anything
accidentally pierce it?

What's the difference?
He's dead.

It makes all the difference,
all the difference!

Oh, you clumsy beast.
You can't do anything right.

After all these years I thought
there might be hope for you.

But you're useless, useless.

You probably ruined
the whole thing by now.

How can somebody be
deader than dead?

You know nothing about dying.

I don't understand.

No, you don't understand.

And you'll remain that way.

But there is one last thing
you still have to do,

and you better do it right

because I'm not going to rest till
I have what is rightfully mine.

And neither are you.

Look at that.

Was it a lively wake?

We won't send you to heaven like this.

Naked, with lipstick smudges all over.

They'll think you went whoring.

Here you go, buddy.

Come in, sir. Come in.
Make yourself at home.

Tito, Mr. De la Guardia is -

was a friend of the deceased.

He wants to see the body
one last time.

Of course.

Medium or well done?

Ohh...

HE ISN'T DEAD
HE JUST LEFT EARLY

THE FAMILY OF JESUS GRIS
THANKS YOU

FOR BEING WITH US
DURING THESE TRYING TIMES

Hello?

Yes?

Mercedes.

Is that for me?

Dear Mer... cedes.

It's very hard to write
these lines to you.

I want you to know that,

somehow,

for some reason,

I'm still alive.

And being alive is very painful.

I'm burning with thirst.

And everything feels foreign to me,

the day,

this house...

and you.

Aurora will stay with you.

She will leave you this letter.

By the time you read it,

I will have gone
to a kind of appointment

to resolve unfinished business.

If I've lost everything,
at least I'd like to know why.

Just today I realize
how much I miss you.

I hope to find you here
when I come back, willing to see me,

regardless of my appearance.

Love,

Jesus.

Aurora.

For God's sake, what are you doing here?

I told you not to come, Aurora.

Put that away.

Don't you realize they could kill us?

Don't you realize we're in danger?

It works.

I knew you'd be back.

If you're looking
for the missing pages,

you're wasting your time.

I ate them.

Best meal I've had
in years.

You talk about eternity.

Look at me, look at my skin.
It's rotting. It's falling to pieces.

Peel it off.

What? What are you talking about?

Look.

What's happening to me?

You've been reborn.

What the fuck is it now,
you dried up old prune?

Why is this happening?

Why this new skin?

And don't answer with riddles!

You talk about insects,

about alchemists, about devices.

But what am I missing?

Blood.

Human?

Of course.

You can't gain eternity
with a cow or a pig.

I can break the device,
smash it to pieces.

As you wish.

If the device goes,
you go.

But...

we can share...

eternity.

I don't give a damn about eternity!

I don't want to live forever.
I just want out of this.

That's even better.

There is a way out.

But first, the device.

I don't trust you.

I don't think you have a choice.

Give it to me, darling.

Give it to me, I know what I'm doing.

But first...

my way out.

As you wish.

You don't even bleed right.

And now the heart...

My God, Aurora.

Uncle?

Talk to me...

Let's go, okay?

Let's go.

Please.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Mine, mine...
everything is mine.

Mine, mine, mine.

Angel.

Enough.

You kept me waiting
long enough.

You...

Fuck...
not my nose again.

This has to end.

Oh, Mr. Gris.

now I have
to kill you again.

Mr. Gris.

Go on.

Go on!

Come here, precious.

Come here.

Angel!

What the fuck do I have to do
to kill you?

You've got more to lose.

For me, it's just pain.

Get ready for some more.

What the...

Grandfather.

No!

I am Jesus...

Gris.

Jesus Gris.

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