All language subtitles for Dead Gorgeous s01e12 Love First Kiss

Some things have changed.

Some things just stay the same.

Life and death are not so far apart.

Oh, I'm walking through the walls and I
wouldn't have it any other way.

Life and death are not so far apart.

I can't believe they're making a school
dance compulsory. It's cruel.

I'm sure you will enjoy it once you're
there, David.

Oh, no, I won't, because I'm not going.

The universe will provide me with the
perfect excuse, you'll see.

So are any of the other boys waiting for
the universe to get them out of

attending? Well, if you mean David, I
don't know, but I do know he doesn't

a date yet.

Quietly!

Pay attention, class.

I'm about to unveil the latest addition
to the school's impressive collection.

Voila!

What's the matter?

Looks like you've just seen a ghost.

You know this guy. The guy in the
armour.

We were going to be married.

You were engaged.

Quiet, you two.

This treasure was recently gifted to the
school by the previous owner of

Ainsbury.

Its history was a matter of some
contention.

But being an expert in art history, I
have ascertained it was painted

between 1848 and 1853.

Actually, it was painted in 1860.

Is that right?

Yes, on March 1st, as a matter of fact.

And how could you possibly know that?
Well, as it happens, I knew the

who painted it.

I mean, I knew the painter. Great.

Great, great, great, great, great
grandson.

He, um, told me all about this piece.

I see.

Well, then, since you're familiar with
the painting's history, perhaps you'd

like to take the glass.

If it pleases you, Miss St. Clair.

The artist is Christopher Broadbent. He
always sent his portraits for the CB

right here.

It was painted on the day of the
Ainsbury Costume Ball and given to my

Sir Charles Ainsworth, as a gift, a way
of commemorating the ball. That's why

they're all dressed up like Henry V and
Foster.

This painting also tells the tragic tale
of doomed love.

The knight on bended knee is Heathcliff
Churchill.

He was handsome, wealthy and titled. I'm
sure he was.

No, it's true. That's his uncle Richard
who commissioned the painting.

And that's our school, Ainsbury Hall, as
it was.

Heathcliff was wildly in love with the
first daughter of the house.

But, of course, he wasn't the only one.
She was a renowned local beauty.

Also famous for her modesty?

Still, had fate not intervened, they
would surely have been betrothed.

So, what happened?

Well, she...

She died.

My goodness.

Heathcliff, Henry V, Falstaff, and a
touch of Romeo and Juliet.

That's quite an imagination, Rebecca.

Well, everything I have recounted is
true.

It was a heartbreaking tragedy.

Rebecca, don't touch.

Why do I ever trust students with art?

It seems to have survived this time.
Let's get back to the classroom before

do any more damage.

Uncle Richard!

Uncle Richard!

It's a miracle!

For 150 years I've waited for a sign and
finally I've received one!

Miss Rebecca touched me!

It means she truly loves me as I love
her.

Don't be too hasty, lad.

Oh, love knows no bounds, uncle.

I shall win Miss Roberta's heart, and
our fate shall be sealed with true

kiss.

Love has fainted your judgment, my boy.

You know our limitations.

You're right.

I must find a suitable replacement.

So, about the doll.

Do you think David might ask me?

Why don't you just put yourself out of
your misery and ask him?

Because I am a lady.

Things were so much easier in the old
days.

In the old days, you'd be married off to
some toffee -nosed inbred you hardly

knew. This kid was not inbred.

He danced an exquisite quadrille and
wrote the most beautiful poetry.

Yeah, I get it. He was a real old
-fashioned gentleman.

Catch you later. Got to make a call.

There's something to be said for old
-fashioned gentlemen.

know you want to go to the dance with
David, correct?

Well, yeah. And we both know the clock
is ticking, correct?

Well, yeah. And we both know Ernesto
will give up this stupid boys' night

if David gets a date of his own.

No, actually, I didn't know that.

Well, you do now. And I want to go with
Ernesto, which means you need me to

convince David to go.

Exactly.

I'm sorry, Christine, I couldn't
possibly.

It's a gentleman's job.

Well, David's no gentleman, so let's
just work with what we've got.

Don't even know if he likes me.

I mean, I know he likes me, but would he
compose a poem for me?

Get down on one knee for me, sling a
dragon for me.

Well, he hung out with you after the
game last week.

With a dozen other people.

Well, if that isn't love.

I don't know what is.

What? Why are we in a painting?

This can't be happening. I didn't even
like this painting.

Calm yourself.

Admire the blue skies.

Appreciate the magnificent vista.

Look, Mr. Folstar. Richard. You may call
me Richard.

Fine. Richard, you've got to get me out
of here.

I'm afraid only Heathcliff can do that.

You don't understand. I really need to
go.

My friends, I strongly suggest you hold
it.

But I'm bursting.

Oh, sorry!

out my head into the toilet and the
next, some ghost wearing a frilly shirt

grabs me. Now, he's out there and I'm
stuck in here.

Jonathan! A frilly shirt?

You must mean Heathcliff. And he is out
here.

You must warn Rebecca.

Sophie! Hazel!

Quiet. Someone approaches.

Although very popular in his day, very
few broad ones remain.

Each one is distinguished by his initial
three Bs.

For once, little Miss Smarty Pants
Troublemaker was telling the truth.

Look, it's simple. All you have to do is
ask him as if you know the answer's

already yes.

I could never do something like that.
Yes, you could. And here comes a chance.

I'm begging you, Kristen, do not bring
up the dance.

Please, Rebecca, give me some credit. I
can be very subtle.

So, David, Rebecca has something she
wants to ask you.

Right, Rebecca?

Wondering if, I mean, you wanted to, if
you're not already... Rebecca, we need

to talk to you.

I'm kind of in the middle of something.

Miss Rebecca!

I found you! It's love!

What is that?

150 years?

You waited inside a painting for 150
years?

For me?

That costume ball was the happiest day
of my life.

Love is so stupid.

So romantic.

Heathcliff, you have to get back inside
that painting so Jonathan can get out.

What is this about Jonathan?

In good time.

Now is the good time. You jeopardised
our secret at lunch. If Hazel hadn't

passed you off as an actor, everyone
would know.

My lady is angry, but you cannot know
the torment caused by your passing.

A year later, when I died on the
battlefield, I made a solemn vow to live

inside the memory of that day and find
you again.

Well, here I am.

This token of your love has kept my love
alive.

When you gave it to me, I knew your
heart beat as true as mine.

You gave him your handkerchief.

Actually, I distinctly remember... But
fear not.

My intentions are honourable. I shall
court you in style, and if fates

be with us, win your hand in marriage by
midnight.

Fred Heathcliff is driven by a love
beyond description. Yeah, well, I'm

by a bladder that's full to bursting.

Where's the toilet?

The what?

You know, the toilet. I have to take a
leak. Use the lube, capisce?

Oh, you mean tea or shrubbery.

Why did you say so? Over there, old
chap.

Remember,

just ask him if you know he'll say yes.
I can't. You want to stay on my good

side, right?

Well, yeah.

Heads up.

My sketch.

Thanks. Um, David, I was wondering about
the dance. You're not ready. You want

to go together?

Yes, actually.

That's great. It sounds fun.

Thanks for asking me.

He said yes.

I mean, he actually said yes.

Come on, boys.

Now. Here's the thing. As David's date,
you're part of an elite, so we'll need

to make sure you meet payless standards.

I am sure I could benefit from your
tuition.

Let's start with your outfit.

It's nice.

I have a very fine eye for 19th century
painting, Mr Griffith, and I have

identified this piece as the work of
Christopher Broadwood. See?

He always signs his name with a C -B.

It says so right here.

Well, well, that's extraordinary.

As it happens, the curator of the Louvre
Museum in London is here in Australia

sourcing works at the moment.

If he agrees to show this painting, it
would be very good for Ainsbury.

It would, wouldn't it?

Well, make a call, see what you can do.

London, you've got to be kidding!

Sophie, help me!

You have to find a way to get me out of
here.

From London. Oh, that would be
marvellous. I haven't been there for

Don't worry, Jonathan. We'll find a way
to get you out. Maybe Agatha will have

some ideas. I've got to go to the
toilet. I'm busting.

He came out of a painting?

That is not supposed to happen.

This guy Heathcliff must have some major
unfinished business.

He must slaughter his enemies.

Then his soul will be free.

Perhaps it is a matter of the heart.

Fair enough. For real.

Some crazy cheeks bug in that cat.

He said he made a vow.

To seek Rebecca's hand.

Bingo. So first, run us through the
Ghost Council's rules on unrequited

In a case such as this, the unhappy
lover is granted one day to seek a kiss.

If he succeeds, his quest is over.

So if they kiss, he'll finally go away.

He'll have nothing tying him to this
world, and then he can move on to the

death.

That looks great.

On me.

And it even looks okay on you.

Check this out. She actually looks like
one of us.

Lady Rebecca.

There's some guy calling for you,
Rebecca.

Lady Rebecca, do you not see my love go
down the garden there?

Your actor friend.

Rivaling her glittering sunshine, the
glory of her raven hair.

Oh, I like the shirt.

Such beauty.

To touch her, I would not dare. What is
he doing?

He is reciting poetry.

He wrote that poem for me, you know.

Yeah, well, we've all got our problems.

Could you please excuse us for a moment?
I need to speak with him alone.

Rivaling the freaking black bush. I can
hear the alleys ringing.

Though she may never look on me.

Though I may never woo her.

I shall love her until I die.

Heathcliff, you have to stop this. My
love deserves to be courted in style.

Give me one chance, Rebecca.

It's all I ask.

Come to the dance with me.

I am sorry, Heathcliff. I'm already
going with David.

David?

Who is David?

I have pledged my heart. It is
unsuitable for you to dally with

cannot allow it. Well, it is not up to
you.

I can...

Dally with whomever I wish.

I do not belong in your world anymore,
Heathcliff, and you certainly do not fit

into mine.

En garde.

Who are you, and what's with the
zucchini?

Well, I had hopes for a sword, but this
core ship was all I could find. Now, en

garde!

Huh? Well, you take French, don't you?
En garde. I challenge you to a duel.

A duel?

Is this some kind of joke?

You are the most unchivalrous, uncouth
excuse for a man I have ever seen.

And you have offended me, sir. Now, on
guard!

Just one kiss, Rebecca?

It is the only way to free Jonathan and
Heathcliff. What about me?

I believe it's called taking one for the
team.

Well, can I not wait until after my date
with David?

Tonight, I am A -list. I cannot kiss a
guy in a frilly shirt. It would be

death.

You liked him once. You gave him your
handkerchief. I did not give it to him.

It fell off the balcony and he picked it
up.

How was I supposed to know he would keep
it for 150 years?

She just stayed in the painting.

So do I.

What would have happened if Heathcliff
hadn't fallen in love?

Hazel, trust me. You don't have any
control over who you fall in love with.

One day you'll understand.

I doubt it. Love is pathetic.

Can we discuss the matter of love
another time?

The old bat's going to send a painting
to England with me inside.

You've got to get me out of here.

Don't worry, we'll find Heathcliff. Just
stay there.

I thought if I just waited long enough,
one day I'd find her and we'd be

together for eternity.

Sounds pretty serious.

An eternity is a long time.

You have no idea.

Well, next time, just ask her to the
dance first.

It's a lot simpler.

I don't think there will be a next time.

I'm a man of honour, but I'm no fool.

You have won.

I would slay a dragon for her, but you
are A -list and I'm just a chap in a

frilly shirt.

In the knowledge that you love Rebecca
as I do, I accept defeat.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Who said anything about love?

I recognized Broadman's signature the
moment I saw it.

After all, it's not often we come across
it. What are you girls doing here?

Oh, if you please, ma 'am, we wish to
admire the school's new painting.

Ah, it's good to see the students taking
an interest in us.

Is this some sort of joke?

I'm sorry?

This painting is between 10 and 15 years
old.

But that's impossible.

Well, I'm afraid not.

The mobile phone is a bit of a giveaway,
don't you think?

Perhaps we should do our homework a
little more thoroughly next time around.

Shit. Heathcliff is not my boyfriend.

I know that's technically true, but he's
really into you. I know he's a bit...

What?

Ridiculously dedicated. He's annoyingly
cavalier and unbearably romantic.

I think you should just give him a
chance. All right? And let him be your

She's all yours.

You, sir, are a true gentleman.

Hey, lay off the insults.

Now, about that shirt.

It is not fair.

He has ruined my future with David.

I wish I were dead.

You are dead.

You know what I mean.

This is a disaster.

No, it's not.

If he's different to be your date, you
can kiss him at the dance.

Kiss him? I wish to never see him again.

Rebecca, you must.

You're the only one who can save
Jonathan.

Oh, Jonathan.

I nearly forgot about him.

All right.

To free Jonathan, one kiss.

And then I can get on with my life.

One, two, three, four.

First I had two dates, and now I have
none.

Why don't you see?

So what's going on?

Why aren't you going to think of David?

That was a change of plans, and, well...

Heathcliff!

Who's that?

May I have this doll?

You'll be out soon, Jonathan. As soon as
Rebecca kisses Heathcliff. What?

Yes, then it'll all be over.

Heathcliff will move on to the after
death. And I'll get out of here?

Of what?

If Heathcliff moves on to the after
death, the two worlds will be sealed

forever.

What does that mean? It means that you
will be forever sealed in this painting.

If they kiss, Jonathan will be trapped.

No, but Agatha said that... I think
Agatha must have muddled up the rules

Well, you've got to stop from kicking.
Go, go, go!

You didn't have to go through all that
trouble for me, though.

But you're glad I did?

Yeah, I'm glad you did.

I had no idea how handsome you'd look
without you there.

My frilly shirt.

Come on, Sophie, quickly!

Perhaps things could work out between
us.

We do have some things in common.

Such as?

Well, you recite poetry and I love
listening to it.

It's a perfect combination.

Is this true?

You were going to let Jonathan take your
place forever?

No.

Our love can never thrive at the expense
of another.

Isn't there some other way?

No.

Honor demands it from both of us.

It was easier when I didn't like you.

Thank you, your fan!

Why is my armor so wet?

Good to have you back, my boy.

I, uh...

Believe this belongs to you.

Thank you.

You okay?

Are you okay?

A bit stiff and sore.

Like I've been stuck in a painting for
150 years.

I'm sorry, Jonathan. I did not mean to
get you involved in all this.

It's not so messy.

Besides, that's what friends are for.

You want a boogie?

Have you done?

Telling you love is seriously stupid.

Maybe Heathcliff is right.

Maybe you can still find a boy who will
play a dragon.

Thanks for watching!