All language subtitles for into_the_labyrinth_s03e03_eye_of_the_sun

Be sure, Bram, miserable wretch that you
are.

If you do not help me this time to find
the Scarabaeus I need to complete the

periaptic circle of total power, your
punishment will be terrible.

I am your slave, Obello.

You must once more seek out this
ridiculous fool, this Laszlo, who

wears the bracelet that alone can lead
me to the Scarabaeus.

in Delta time.

What in the name of small beers and
great gods do you think you'll be doing?

Laszlo. Laszlo?

Laszlo? Wait, yes.

I am he.

Yet I am also Hugh Llewellyn of
Flinetley, man of the cloth and much

the Almighty, which is just as well
considered in our whereabouts.

And where are our whereabouts? To tell
you the truth, I don't rightly know.

Somewhere in the middle of Peru, I'm
thinking.

Seven years I've been wandering these
heathen paths.

They've been lost for most of that time.
Hasbo, we're in a desperate situation.

What? Look at your right hand.

Heaven help us. The Spanish plague.

Worse. Far worse.

Unless we get out of this time track by
finding the scarabeus, we're doomed.

For God, the scarabeus that fits on the
bracelet.

Well, I'm pretty certain it's hidden
somewhere in the Inca's gourd.

If only we can find it.

much gold here.

Literally mountains of gold.

The Incas have wisely hidden it from the
Spaniard.

But I mean to locate it for myself and
return to Llanelli a rich man.

A servant of God in search of wealth,
Llewellyn. Dirt or gold, the good Lord

made them both and he gave man a free
will, John Bach.

Phil. Phil Bach. So why have the one
when t 'other makes you rich, that's

say. Well?

Well, now just look at you. I mean, look
at your shoddy clothes.

A chute of fine gold might be a more...
Profitable investment, don't you think?

Oh, no, Lazlo. Not this time. You know
your magic is always going wrong. Uh

-huh.

Scarabium smotheramus magnificat!

Oh, dear.

Wrong again, eh?

Ethnic rags instead of gold.

That's not bad, though.

Ah, but it's not good, you see. No.

Another magical mistake. Look, now,
you'd better look after this for me.

Well, for one thing, it won't look so
out of place on you, and for another...

You may have more success in finding the
scallop here.

Ah, so the Spaniards approach.

See to them, Bram.

Don Felipe, Don Rodriguez, you are
welcome.

Princess Lakiki, your flattery tires us.

We have waited in this place for almost
three weeks on your promise of treasure.

The gold of Machu Picchu will be yours
by morning.

It is the time of the sun, and the great
sacrifice will take place at dawn. At

last.

Pizarro awaits us in the south and grows
impatient.

You will return to him laden with
riches.

Of this I assure you. And you're
interested in this matter, princess?

I simply need to find one small article
from amongst the treasure.

But for this, I shall need the
protection of your soldiers during the

It is agreed upon.

The ceremony of the sun. Please explain
its importance.

For one day a year, and for one day
only, the sun shines directly into the

temple of Machu Picchu.

And upon that day, we make a sacrifice
to our great god of the sun.

And...

The great treasure is brought forth from
its secret hiding place.

Such wealth as you have never seen.

It is laid out upon the blood -stained
altar so that the sun may bless it with

its brilliant rays and make it glitter
for another year.

Gold kissed by gold.

And that moment shall be when we take
it. That moment shall be when you take

We should go immediately to the temple
and make our plans for the ceremony.

Most certainly, good lord.

Bram will show you the way.

Oh,

dark sun.

Dark sun about to open.

Forgive me for looking upon your face.

We are close.

Stand up, young girl. Come up on your
feet.

It is forbidden to look upon the face of
a prince.

I'm no prince.

Oh, indeed you are, Rota Aqua.

Yes, indeed you are. So come, bid the
young maiden stand up in front of your

royal personage.

Rise, and tell me your name. Your name,
young girl. Come, come. What is your

name? I am Chiquita, child of Matacarpi,
a maiden of the Daughters of the Sun.

And you recognize your prince?

Yes, although I've never seen him
before. Then how can you be sure?

Atahualpa had two sons. The eldest was
slain with him, but the Dark Sun

He still visits his people in secret.

Besides, this prince wears the royal
bracelet of the only Inca.

This? The great clasp of that place has
always been kept here. It's part of the

treasure of Machu Picchu.

Can you lead us to it?

Lest, no.

Your prince demands it.

I'm not permitted to know where the
treasure is concealed.

It is only brought forth for the great
ceremony.

And when is that?

Tomorrow at dawn.

So, Sir Richard, we meet once more.

Oh, dear.

Fancy meeting you again.

Behind you, my Iberian mateys.

my friend.

They know you. So it seems. They don't
seem to like you. Why?

Something to do with some gunpowder they
saw the last year.

Move!

Move!

Move!

Move! Move!

Till you damned heretic!

Not so much blasphemy, sir.

Sorcery cannot save you.

Oh, there's Clifford. There's... Oh,
yes.

It's fine.

Mine. No, I'll show them. I'll show them
all.

Later, sir, please. Later.

Don't leave the girl.

Very well.

Who were your friends?

I wouldn't exactly call them friends. On
account of the gunpowder. I wouldn't

exactly call it gunpowder. Like seven
barrels of earth with gunpowder on the

top.

Made a 21 -gun salute seem like a belch?

You and your cheap tricks.

Perhaps you can think of another one to
get us down from here. Of course, no

problem. Leave it to me. We'll just fly
down.

Now concentrate with me.

Oh, dear. Wrong again.

Great. I think I'll climb down. It's
bound to be quicker.

What kept you?

Laszlo, it's gone.

The bracelet.

What is this?

We found intruders in the temple.

One of them was a swindling knave in the
guise of a priest.

And this?

Ah.

Well, child, who were those intruders?

Speak, or I shall have to punish you.
You have not the right.

Right?

I have not the right.

You are a false priestess. My father is
a true priest of the temple of the eye

of the sun. What have you done with him?

He is alive.

Where is he? In my keeping, as you and
the other daughters of the sun are.

You have betrayed us to the Spanish.

Silence!

Those intruders.

One of them was a dark sun.

The dark sun, and we left him there
alive.

I thought he was slain.

Where did you leave him? In the temple.

If the dark sun is alive, he is vital to
our ceremony. We must go to him

immediately. He cannot escape.

The doors are bolted.

Come, my friend.

Hold a prisoner till I return.

Magic! Magic! I can do it! Magic, see?

Creature of Bellows must have found the
bracelet.

He'll take it straight away to her. Now,
why did we ever come here? To find the

scarabaeus. And time's running out.
Look!

Now, get yourself together, Laszlo. Use
your magic and get us out of here before

Bellow finds us. All right, all right.
Just leave it to me.

We must be gone.

Look into my eyes.

See only my...

Kevin swear out.

What?

What is that?

I don't know.

But I wish I'd brought a bag of buns to
me. Look at the size of that one.

Oh, no.

Drawing Karnand into...

So much for the art of

teleportation. What was that thing that
attacked us? I don't know. It must have

been one of Bello's botanical friends.

She's bound up the bracelet by now.
Can't you stop her using it? Where?

There is a way. A psychic barrier
created by concentration.

Can you do that without the bracelet?

What's the point? We're lost.

I mean, the Spaniards have recognised
me, and Bello's got all the power. And

we're turning green.

Now, what do you want to do, just sit
here and become a blob of slime?

All right, don't go on, don't go on.
Just leave it to me. I'll think of

something, but you'll have to help me.
Now, look into my eyes. Look, look.

Look into my eyes. What do you see?

Eyeballs. No, not eyeballs.

I am creating a barrier between Bello
and the bracelet. Now, concentrate.

Look into my eyes.

The only what I am doing.

Be mine. Be mine through time.

Tell me, tell me your mystery of power.
I deny

you. I deny you.

I deny you.

Laszlo, you're slipping away.

I know. I saw this denying. I'm tired
out.

Concentrate. You've got to concentrate.

What's the matter with it? It worked
before.

Stupid, stupid thing. Ram!

She mustn't know I've got it.

Ah!

to me than a broken bone, you wretched
body, you!

Do not stare at me with those ghoulish
eyes of yours, in fact. Do not look at

at all!

Ah, Don Rodriguez.

I see you have returned, our errant
daughter of the sun.

She was attacked by a strange plant.

She is very important to our
arrangements, Don Rodriguez.

How so?

She is to be the chosen maiden at the
ceremony of the sun.

No!

I know it is a great honor to be the
chosen one.

You mean she is to be sacrificed?

According to our ancient law.

You are barbarians.

Our agreement concerns gold, Don
Rodriguez, not your feeble emotions.

Now, if you will excuse us, we must make
the preparation for the ceremony.

Who are you?

And how do you come to be here? We are
travelers in time and space.

And who, may I ask, are you?

I am Matacarpi, keeper of the temple of
Machu Picchu.

That is, until the Giuseppe Princess
Laquiqui made me her prisoner.

Laquiqui? A false princess who betrayed
us to the Spaniards by the use of her

wicked magic.

Bello. You are Chiquita's father?

Yes, you have seen her? Yes, in the
temple.

But surely you are he.

Who? The Dark Sun.

No, it is impossible. He was murdered
with his father.

You know this for sure? Yes, I am
certain.

He was put to the sword.

But rumors have persisted that he lived
on in the mountains with the spirits of

his father and his brother.

But, Chiquita, tell me of my child. She
is held prisoner by the Princess

Laquiqui. Oh.

Then she is the chosen one.

Chosen for what?

Tomorrow is the great ceremony of the
sun. She has been chosen for sacrifice

Lukiki.

It is all my fault.

I would not surrender the treasure.

Where is this treasure?

You seek it too. Oh, yes.

Yes. Yes.

Well, it makes no difference. There is
no escape from here.

I see no vaults or bars.

If only we could get across the deep
gully of death.

How? Your resemblance to the dark sun is
uncanny.

If we could get to the temple before the
ceremony, I'm sure that Lakiki would

bow to your authority. Not if I know
Bello.

She'll blast you through the side of the
mountain.

It's worth a try.

How do you cross the gully of death?

Alas, only the waves of magic can make
that possible. Well, then there's no

problem. Just leave it to me. Without
the bracelet?

The bracelet? Not the bracelet of the
dark sun.

Yes, well, Chiquita thought it was.

And she told us that the matching class
was kept with the treasure.

That is true. It is presented to the
Dark Sun after the sacrifice.

You see, Lazlo?

Well, that should frustrate Bello. Come,
let's return to the temple. Wait!

I have the ceremonial robes here.

We must dress him first.

Wait!

How are we going to cross the gully of
death?

By desperation, son.

sheer desperation.

We can't jump across that. Then we shall
walk.

There is a road bridge for those who
can't see.

All I can see is a bottomless pit.

Don't look down then. Put your hand on
my shoulder and follow me.

But above all, how to pay them.

They? They didn't work. Well, pay them
the rope bridge. What do you think?

Oh, powers that be, let me get it right
this time.

Scar of him, golfer's Mark Simmons.

Not the opposite, eh?

So, you return to us to pay your debts
or steal our gold.

I wonder, now I have you. Hold your
sword, Spaniard, if you want to see the

of Machu Picchu.

You know where the gold is hidden, old
man.

I alone know of its secret hiding place.

Then show us before you suffer the same
fate as Atahopa.

The treasure is yours.

In return for the life of my daughter.

Agreed.

Agreed, but hurry!

Don't be foolish, Matt. I can't be.
They'll agree to anything until they've

the gold. And then... I have no choice.

You have freed Maticarpi.

And you have saved me the trouble of
finding the gold. Mount a bank.

You have finally led me to the
Scarabaeus.

Now is my moment of glory. Now the power
is mine.

Witchcraft.

Spare us, princess.

You may still have your choice of the
treasure.

Stand back.

And now, most illustrious dark son of
the Inca people, born again.

We shall proceed with the ceremony.

And you, Matacarpi, will, as ancient
lore decrees, present the dark sun with

key of life after the sacrifice.

Spare her, princess.

You have the gold.

Spare her. And then the dark sun will
present the key to me.

into the temple.

Not so fast, witch.

denied it to herself and to me.

She had the bracelet.

She could have found the key, but she
moved them on. Now, why?

Why? Dark Sun, you must flee.

You shouldn't banish soldiers. They will
kill you. Chiquita, I'm not the Dark

Sun of Atahualpa.

This I do not understand.

But this is yours, my lord.

You must take it with you.

Now I understand. They never had the
bracelet. She never had the power to

the sarabia.

Please go.

Go. What about you and your father? The
mountain is our home. The Spaniards will

never find us.

Go!