All language subtitles for road_to_avonlea_s03e10_after_the_honeymoon

Jasper?

This might interest you. It's from
Brazil.

Yours, Roger King.

His eyes

blazed with a sort of demonic fury, and
he suddenly made a grab at my throat.

I drew away, and his hand touched the
string of beads which held the crucifix.

It made an instant... Felix.

Where did you get those?

I mailed away for them. From my occult
magazine.

Scared you, didn't I?

before. There's nothing to be afraid of
in here.

Oh, I've ruined your experiment.

I'm sorry.

I'm just frightened of that.

Oh, Jasper, you've been bitten.

I must cut myself on the case door.

Oh, I'll get you abandoned.

No, it means nothing. It's barely
punctured the skin.

Jasper, I wish I could be more help in
your work.

You best be getting back inside.

I'll tidy up in here.

Make sure everything's a constant 38
degrees.

Gotta settle my bags.

Oh, heaven's sake.

A ringing tea kettle. What will that man
think of next?

Oh, Olivia, what do you think of a lace
valance?

I don't think so.

Jasper's tastes are very simple.

Very like the man.

Where is Uncle Jasper?

Well, he's still asleep.

He was up until dawn with his bat.

Bat? Yes, he was very excited about his
new vampire spectrum, whatever that may

be. Vampire? And then one of his bats...

Kate, my fault, I'm afraid. I noticed
the workshop windows were all boarded

Bats are creatures of the night.

Jasper's not looking himself working in
the dark all the time.

Um, has Jasper ever been to, um,
Transylvania?

No.

Can't say that I have.

Morning, ladies. Jasper, good afternoon.

Do you know that there's blood on your
neck?

I must have nicked myself, she.

That's the second time in less than 12
hours.

He cut himself yesterday, and I was
convinced he'd been bitten by a bat.

What are those red marks on your throat?
Oh, Felix, please.

Jasper, you must be putting too much
starch in your collars.

Everything you do is...

That's in his belfry.

Well, he obviously adores Olivia.

Anyone can see that.

True.

I always knew there was something
strange about Jasper. What do you mean?

He's a vampire.

Felix, he's an eccentric scientist.

He's got the blood on his neck.

He spends all his nights alone with
bats.

You don't really think that vampires
exist, do you? You heard Aunt Olivia. He

has a vampire bat in his workshop.

What about Vlad the Impaler? The first
Dracula?

He was real hundreds of years ago.

Who knows how many of them there are
now?

Where there's one, there's others.

This might require some close study.

We'll need lots of information on bats
and vampires.

I've got all the information I need
right here.

How do you think Mr.

Stoker knew so much about vampires?

This whole book is made up from letters
and people's diaries. It's all true,

every word.

Sarah!

Sarah Stanley, are you reading in bed
again?

Come on, hand over the book.

I'm sorry, Aunt Teddy.

When I was young, of course.

I'll take it with me, just to spare you
the temptation.

Now, off with the lamp and go to sleep.
There's a good girl.

Yes, Aunt Hattie.

Jasper, wait still. I'm almost done.

Don't know why tradition dictates that
men wear collars at all.

Impedes circulation to the brain.

Well, this one will be a lot more
comfortable.

I didn't put as much starch in it.

Have I ever told you, Mrs. Dale, that
you have delectable digits?

No, I don't believe you have.

Tasty wrist.

Scrumptious forearms.

Mr. Dale, I have to prepare supper.

Not before I taste those tantalizing...

Oh,

my God.

Oh,

I'd almost forgotten.

Sidney Carver. I have to meet his coach.

Half past three.

Who? Yeah, it's a...

Journal of the Royal Society of
Naturalists.

He's taken a keen interest in my work.

He wants to publish an article on my
research on bats of Prince Edward

Oh, I'm sorry. I should have told you.

All right, don't be long.

So what did you find out?

Well, Dr. Blair has no reports on
strange animal bites.

And he doesn't think Jasper's in more
peculiar than usual.

What did you find out?

Reverend Fitzsimmons thinks I have an
overactive imagination.

Though he did seem to know a great deal
about vampires.

Must have learned it in the Vanity
School.

Oh, and, Harry, if you see Jasper Dale,
you could tell him that his moths are

here. Moths?

A hundred pounds of them. He said
they're for his bath.

His bath?

What on earth will that man get up to
next?

So happens, Rachel Lynn, that Jasper
Dale's engaged in some highly important

research. He's batty, that's what.

Dr.

Carver's on the maritime tour.

I'm very honored to see that he's taken
an interest in my work.

I just wish the house were more
presentable. Oh, he's staying at the

Hotel. Oh.

I've asked him to do...

Ah,

Mr. Carver.

Very nice to meet you.

Let me take my bag.

Excuse me.

Are you Mr. Dale?

Jasper C. Dale?

Sidney. Sidney. Sidney Carver.

So pleased to meet you.

Yes. Yes.

Yes,

yes.

Yes, Sidney Carver.

See what I tell you? When there's one
vampire, there's others.

Wonderful.

Quite wonderful.

Your husband is a very ingenious man.

You must be very proud.

Oh, I am.

Are you married, Miss Carver?

Sidney. Call me Sidney.

In a manner of speaking, yes.

I'm married to science.

Oh, I see. My father was the late Dr.

Isaac Carver, recently honored by the
Royal Zoological Society.

He raised me as a son to follow in his
footsteps.

Ah, Gallus domesticus.

Oh, no, it's just a plain chicken.

Exactly.

I first fell in love with Chiroptera
when I was 15 years old.

Chiroptera?

Bats, Olivia.

I discovered an orphan who'd fallen out
of his roost. I named him Basil and fed

him on live crickets.

I've had great success with moths.

They can't seem to get enough of them.

I was fascinated by your abstract on
corruptor and navigation.

As I wrote to you, I'm very anxious to
publish your article in the next issue

our journal.

Well, that's wonderful.

It's only a theory, of course.

Yes, but it's a brilliant one.

If you are correct.

You explain one of the great mysteries
of the natural world.

Morgalis domesticus, anyone?

The key must lie with the bat's hearing.
Spellets only prove quite conclusively

that deaf bats are completely
disoriented.

Tell me about your sound generator.

Well, I haven't perfected it yet, but if
my theory is correct, it will prove

that bats transmit a sound that is
beyond the range of our hearing.

Based on Prince's work.

On electromagnetic echolocation?

Exactly.

A shorty, if you like.

Would you?

Yeah.

Jasper! Just be a minute.

Olivia's a little put off by my bad
sense.

Who is Olivia?

Well, you could at least have finished
your dinner.

Did you know that Hertz was a great
friend of my father?

Really? Yes.

Wonderful, wonderful man.

Is this a flying machine?

Well, not quite. You see, I haven't yet
worked out the bugs.

My theory is, you see, that bats
navigate by echolocation.

That is, they bounce sound waves off the
objects around them.

Of course, reverberation gave the bat
its bearings.

But what is the sound and how is it
produced?

Well, you see, I haven't quite worked
that out yet. But you think of the

possibilities. Ships could bounce sound
off the rocks in the reef around them.

Flying machines could navigate at night.

It's endless.

Yeah.

Now, what's this?

I hope to discover the frequency of
sounds produced.

Right in the back.

Sir? Yes?

Here we go.

We've got right from the top end.

Bring up.

So far, I am unsuccessful.

But you will succeed, I know.

My only belief is that bats use the high
frequency of sound

outside of the range of human hearing.

Believe it or not, I am currently
experimenting with low frequencies.

along the school.

Off you go.

What

an

outstanding scientific mind.

Glad to meet such an impression.

And her interests are so diverse.

Do you know she has personally
classified three new species of

I didn't think much of her dress. I
thought it made her look too pale.

Oh, I didn't think so.

Oh, all in all, a most enjoyable
evening.

Jasper, what are you doing?

Amos Fry has got a snowy owl in his
woods. So Sidney and I are going over to

have a look at him.

You should come.

Made a few sandwiches.

Jasper, today's the day that you're
supposed to come with me to photograph

Fultons. It's their 50th wedding
anniversary.

Oh, no.

I totally forgot.

Won't you be able to do it for me then?

Manage on your own? I'd really like to
lay my hands on the...

on the snowy owl from my flight
experiments in Sydney.

Miss Carver, she's waiting.

Jasper!

You go and do the interview today.

I'll go and photograph them tomorrow.

Found Jasper Dale and that scientist
lady down by my pond yesterday.

He claimed he was showing her the local
bird.

Bet that's not all he was showing her.

And they say women are gossip.

Hold still, Sonny. They were getting
along like a horse on fire.

Two cracked peas in a pod.

Olivia will have to put a leash on
Jasper before he strays.

Nonsense. If there's one thing to be
said for Jasper Dale, it's that he's

devoted to Olivia.

So... You were saying, Hattie?

That's my dog.

I never thought he had it in him.

It's true she's pretty enough to be
chosen by a vampire.

Think about it, Sarah.

She appeared out of nowhere. She's
always with Jasper. She is awfully pale.

Aunt Hattie says she squints because her
eyes are so sensitive to sunlight.

I wish I could get a good look at her
teeth.

She must be working for a vampire.

I mean, what normal one would spend all
their time with bats?

Or Jasper Dale.

Where's Dracula?

I know. We'll search the workshop while
they're gone.

Right. Maybe we'll find a vampire's
coffin.

Come on.

I intend to.

Run experiments again. Yes.

Using the snowy island.

Have you seen one?

Unfortunately not. Only in a museum.

The island is a wealth of natural
beauty.

Come back to the next one. All right?
Yes.

All right.

Mollusts, lampshades, crustaceans.

Strangely enough, I've never collected a
fossil. What is the technique?

Well, you have to be gentle.

You work with the stress lines.

Sounds highly pleasurable.

Here we are. Here we are. There he is.

There he is.

Oh, what a beauty.

May I?

Oh, no, I... I've got to...

I've got to... I've got to... I've got
to... I've got to... I've got to... I've

got to... I've got to... I've got to...
I've got to... I've got

to...

The poor thing.

Vampyrum. It's a vampire.

A lost soul.

Deprived of eternal rest.

Sarah, look.

A coffin.

According to the book, it's where the
vampire sleeps.

It's filled with the sacred dirt from
their home.

It won't open.

If we find the vampire in this coffin,
we can destroy him.

Then Miss Carver will go back where she
came from.

And Jasper will be free.

mold bottle.

They're marked poison.

It's just developing fluid.

Okay.

Hey, what's this for?

finish my article.

It'll have to wait.

There's a more important matter than the
inside of Gordon.

You know I don't wish to interfere.

Good.

Olivia, if you love Jasper, and I know
that you do, though, I'll care for the

life of my father -in -law, then you've
got to do something.

What do you mean? What do I mean?

Surely it can't be that oblivious not to
have noticed what everyone else in

Avonlea has.

I mean Jasper and... Woman!

Eddie, if you're hinting at anything...
Not me, certainly not.

Gracious providence. You know how people
talk.

Let them talk. I think it's invigorating
for Jasper to...

Have someone with whom he can share his
work. Then why can't he share his work

with you? You're an intelligent woman.
You're a king.

Hetty, if it isn't bothering me, why
should it bother you or Rachel Lynn or

anyone else in Abilene? I see.

I'm merely trying to offer some sisterly
advice.

I know, but when I want your advice, I
will ask for it.

Now, I have to finish this article.

I wish we had garlic.

I'm sure onions will do just as well.

I don't want to be a vampire.

I hate the taste of blood.

It was only a stuffed bat.

Still, it's better to be safe than
sorry.

Oh, the stink!

You must always wear this to protect
you.

Children, I... Oof!

What is that smell?

Are you cooking?

No, Aunt Hetty.

Felix, let me see.

Oh, what's happened to your hand?

Um, I was bit by a, um, a cat.

Well, it serves you right, no doubt,
for, for, for teething your pets.

I'm surprised your mother doesn't keep a
closer watch on you.

Now, hold still.

Ow! Ow!

What is that odor?

Well, now, now you're... quite, quite
certain that I won't be an intrusion.

not at all. No, no, quit. I appreciate
your help with the article.

Oh, you are very kind, Mr.

Bale. Very kind indeed.

Thank you.

The legs support the uroplatagium and
the plagio...

plagio... plagio... Well, you need to
speak English.

You should have come with us. What an
exciting day.

Jasper, what are all those suitcases
doing here? Oh, Sidney, that is Miss

Carver. She's offered to stay and help
me polish the article.

Jasper, I feel you should have consulted
me first.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It was truly inconsiderate of me.

Oh, Jasper. I didn't even think of it.

inconvenience for you.

Forgive me?

Of course.

I promise I will try to improve myself.

Realize I'm absent -minded than I am.

I promise. Oh, no, that's too heavy.

Too heavy. Let me do it.

I've made a list of the characteristics
of a vampire from the book by Jonathan

Harker.

I think they're getting longer.

Oh, Sarah, you have to do something. I
am.

We have to be scientific about this.

Have you noticed anything strange about
your nose?

Are the nostrils arched?

Sort of.

I think they're changing, too.

Your eyebrows aren't bushy or close
together.

Ruddy lips.

I guess that would have to be a yes.

My skin?

Very pale.

Let me see your fingers.

What?

What?

Your ears are pale.

Kind of pointy.

Sarah?

I'm turning into a vampire while you
read your list.

Are there hairs on the palms of your
hands?

Are your eyes blazing red with demonic
fury?

We'll save you, Felix.

We'll find the vampire and we'll
vanquish him. Then you and Jasper will

to your normal self.

No, it can't be.

Let Jasper invite that woman to stay in
your very own home.

No, Hattie, he didn't invite her. She
invited herself.

Brain.

Hattie.

I know Jasper loves me.

And so he should.

Far too good for him, Olivia.

He doesn't even see her as a woman.

But you should see his face light up as
soon as she talks about science.

Well, there's nothing that woman can do
that you can't do, Olivia Dale.

As well or better.

Here we are.

I'll tutor you myself if I have to.

I'm afraid I disagree. I think the bats
do emit the sound themselves and we've

just not yet been able to measure it. My
own work with bats in Ohio leads me to

believe that the beating of their wings
create sound waves which echo back to

them. These onions are particularly
delicious, Miss Carver. Thank you,

dear. They disagree with me.

But what about garlic?

Garlic? No, no. I don't enjoy garlic
either.

We saw a lovely bird this afternoon.

What was it called, Olivia?

Athepeter gentilis. It's a northern
goshawk.

Didn't realize you'd taken an interest
in zoology.

Well, I was thinking of starting a
nature column for the paper.

We could work on it together.

What a splendid idea.

Did you realize, Ophelia dear, that
birds are evolved from pterodactyls?

Rubbish. They were created on the fifth
day of Genesis, just as the Bible says.

Charles, Darwin would not agree.

Darwin? Yes, Darwin.

Man's an atheist.

You may choose to be descended from apes
if you like, Jasper Dale, but we kings

most certainly are not.

There's a full moon tonight.

Wonderful night for our outing. Our
outing? We're going to the caves, the

caves. I must get some photographs to
accompany my article.

At night?

That's our nocturnal creature, Thelon
dear.

Well, then, you best go with them,
Olivia.

I'd like to go.

I thought you were rather put off by
pets.

I'll go.

Oh, certainly not. Is that the idea?

Don't worry, I'll take good care of your
husband.

What we're afraid of.

Sarah, dear.

Sleep well.

Good night, Aunt Hattie.

It's very important, Sarah.

Uncle Jasper's taken that woman to the
Batcave.

The Batcave?

It must be the lair of Dracula himself.

Here. I've brought everything we need.

The mallet, the cross, the book, and
this.

One steak.

That could be your first science article
for the newspaper.

You're hibernating. No need to be
fearful.

I suppose so.

Jasper, I just... I want to be part of
your work so much, but I

can't face a cave full of bats, even if
they are sleeping.

All right.

Well, you changed your dress.

Yes, that's perfect.

Goodbye, my love.

Won't be long.

Good

night.

Look, a full moon.

Perfect for our purpose.

You have only to lead and I shall solve
this today.

Now, Miss Carver, it's my pleasure.

You have to step carefully. The ground
is treacherous.

There are

several...

Soon. Mr. Harris.

No, it's this way.

I'll never find them.

They went this way. I'm positive.

I'll save you, Felix.

No!

Jasper!

Disturbing.

No, no, no.

It's nothing.

Yeah,

best to die.

Me? A part.

A soulmate.

A man who is not terrified by my
towering intellect.

I think there's been a terrible

mistake.

There is no mistake.

We were meant for each other, and you
know it.

You're not being rational.

We think the same thoughts. My God, we
even study the same phenomenon.

All this silly, ridiculous stuff.

Do I smell onions?

must think I'm such a fool.

I think you're a very fine scientist.

But our association is strictly
professional.

Oh, I see that now, yes.

I'm a happily married man.

I'm very...

Olivia.

Jasper. What?

I've been so foolish.

I was so jealous of Sydney, and I
thought she was so clever, and she's a

scientist, and... You're a newspaper
woman, and you're the woman I love.

time you find yourself trapped there on
a ledge in a cave full of bats in the

middle of the night, you can stay there.

The two of you should be locked in your
rooms and not allowed out until you're

adults. This book?

This book is to blame for giving you
these outlandish notions.

From now on, you read only the books we
approve of.

Preposterous. The very idea that Jasper
Dale could be a vampire.

Well, goodbye, Mrs. Dale. Goodbye, Miss
Carter.

Your husband is a magnificent specimen.

I envy you your good fortune.

I trust we shall always remain partners
in science, Mr. Dale.