All language subtitles for To.Cook.a.Bear.S01E02.1080p.WEB.h264-EDITH

At least she got away from here,
like she wanted.

I don't think she suffered.

It probably happened quickly.

I've heard that bears have the strength
of 12 men.

I'm faster than you.

Go inside now! Inside!

You can put her in the sauna.

I don't understand.
Why did it attack Hilda? Why?

Maybe it was set upon Hilda.

Why her?

Because someone wanted to hurt her.

Someone who is able to turn into a bear,
or maybe can control one.

You think that sort of thing
is really possible?

And they say that Lapps are the worst.

They can transform into a bear or a wolf
by entering through the eyes

of someone who has taken their own life.

I'll pray for her soul.

We won't tell anyone about this.

You take notes.

Bad scars on her ankles.

Rough soles.

She's walked barefoot
in the woods for many years.

Damage to the right side of the skull.

Two inches above her ear.

A tuft of hair was torn from here.

The fabric was torn at her throat.

What does that tell us?

She was trying to defend herself.

She was fighting for her life.

Shall I write that down?

Write down everything I say, Jussi.

Shut your eyes.

Left thigh has a large bruise on it.

She was bleeding. Write that down.

Write down she was bleeding from her womb.

It looks as if these bruises were caused
by human hands.

What?

Look out! The sheriff's coming!

-Look! The sheriff's coming!
-Run!

Come and help me.

Hold her like this.

You see that?

-The creature clawed her.
-Use your eyes, Jussi.

A knife.

-The wounds are from a knife.
-Yeah.

It's just like those claw marks
that we found on the tree.

Someone has done this to her
and he's using a creature as cover.

Where is she?

Here.

I who am the resurrection and the life.

He that believeth in me,
though he were dead, yet shall he live.

Whosoever liveth and believeth in me
shall never die. Believeth thou this.

Amen.

Good day, Sheriff.

What were you doing in the bog?

Jussi and I often go for excursions.

We are very interested
in the Northern Scandinavian flora.

I said a prayer for her.

That's a dead girl all right.

Bitten around the neck. Poor girl.

Those are not bite marks. If you just...

Anyone who stands in the way
of my investigation can leave now.

Do you understand that?

Bear teeth, I'd say. The beast caught her,

pulled her down in the bog.
Guess it wanted to feast on her later.

There was a broken stick
from a hayrack also.

The body was pushed down with it.

We found some linen cloth
that was stuck to the end of it as well.

There are all sorts of sticks
where the haymakers work.

The tears on her shirt.

Who doesn't have a tear in their shirt?
What maid has perfect clothes?

They get torn up all the time.

I presume that Dr. Sederin
will issue a death certificate?

-That'll be difficult.
-How so?

Well, he left for Jokkmokk this morning.

Uh... Then, Sheriff,

if I may, we went to the hay barn
next to where she was found.

-We found hair we believe come from her.
-Are you aware most women have hair?

-Sheriff, if you just examine her scalp...
-Enough! Get out! Out!

Out!

-Sir...
-Take the Lapp with you. Go!

Are you cold?

Here are the goodies.

Yeah, this is the best spot.

There is no shame in feeling afraid.

I feel it, too.

Death is frightening.

You see the bee over there?

That's how Levi was.

Full of life.

When he got the measles,
I was sure he was going to pull through.

The last night I thought
he seemed better than he was earlier.

His little arms waved around
as if he was...

as if he was a bumblebee.

But still...

he was taken by the Lord.

And he flew away.

It was evil.

That is how I felt.

And then I found you, Jussi.

It was right after.

It was then I knew that God was good.

I was asked to let the pastor know that
the beast has been caught in the woods.

That was a big one.

Too bad about the little one, though.

Hm. Hm.

Well, I'll be damned.
So the Pastor's awake as well.

Morning, Pastor.

Good,
now you can thank him up there.

Though, thanks should be given
to Karvonen and Vallo here.

-They saw that justice was served.
-It was Karvonen who shot them.

Vallo helped with the ax.

It seems our friends' faces
have turned a little bit pale.

Yes, of course it is cruel,
but those who do evil will receive it.

Pastor, what do you think?

I had to immortalize this heroic act.

Unfortunately, these poor animals
were killed in vain.

Hilda Wanhainen's murderer was a man,
not a bear.

Enough with that!
This beast clawed and bit the poor girl.

-Everyone can see that.
-Yes.

What do you think, Michelsson?

It's definitely a man-eater.

Oh, is that so?
What is it that makes you so sure?

-Let's open her up.
-What?

If the bear is a man-eater, the contents
of the stomach would show us.

Here you go.

Do you need a swig of whiskey first?

-Father.
-Trust me, Jussi.

Hm.

Damn it. Stand up.

Yes, that's the contents of a stomach,
I'd say.

Maybe you should look at
what he was eating as well

Just roots... leaves, and vegetation.

This bear has eaten nothing but plants.

What are you talking about?
It was clearly attracted to the carrion.

The thing is a meat-eater!

-What'll you do with her?
-Well, we want to keep the hide.

-And the head?
-What do you need it for, Pastor?

For research.

I have ever met a pastor as peculiar
as you are, sir.

Yeah, almost an inch shorter than

the distance between the cuts
on the girl's shoulder.

A murderer is roaming free.

-A killer bear in human disguise.
-This isn't right.

-What?
-What you're doing.

The animal is sacred.
She will seek revenge.

That's just superstition, Jussi.

A good Christian
doesn't believe such things.

What do you think, Jussi?

Is this where it is, the bear's soul?

Some people say this is where it lives.

-Well, if bears have a soul, that is.
-They do.

Very sorry for your loss.

Uh, this is my son, Jussi.

If you need help,
he'll be happy to lend a hand.

I don't know what you have been told...

I don't want to hear this.
She probably deserved it.

I heard that you are unwilling
to receive the body.

What am I to do with it?

The funeral is today.
The parish will supply the coffin.

I'd like it if you'd come.

Antti too.

Are you going to pay respects to a whore?

Do you want the same thing to happen
to you?

Don't speak of Hilda. You know nothing.

You embarrassed yourself
by keeping company

with the girl
who slept with the shopkeeper.

Everyone knows she did it.
And now she's dead.

You'll embarrass me
if you take those flowers to the funeral!

It wasn't her fault
that the bear killed her!

When summer is in full bloom,
our hearts are filled with joy.

We rejoice in life and all that grows
in the pasture of our Lord.

But there will be a time when beautiful
flowers are cut down by the scythe.

And we ask ourselves why.

Why not allow this beauty to grow
a little longer?

The answer is within us.

This dry hay yields life in another time,
under the winter skies.

We...

Would you like to come to the front
and say goodbye?

Come with me.

There...

HE WHO HAS MERCY ON THE WRETCHED
WORKS FOR THE LORD.

Here comes the noaidi boy.

She has gone before us...

but she's still here.

-What do you mean, Jussi?
-In dreams...

Whenever you need help.

You could picture it hanging here,
for example. But in oil, of course.

As a tribute to you, the woman
who made sure the beast was vanquished.

But what if it wasn't a bear?

Ah.

-The pastor's hypothesis.
-What do you think, Mr. Beronius?

It's possible, of course,
a man who is cunning.

Cold-blooded, the type of man
who lives his life following carnal lusts.

Some are excited by inflicting
pain on others.

It's not an unusual phenomenon.

Shall we continue?

Forgive us. Did we frighten you?

-My husband isn't here.
-It was you I wanted to speak to.

I belong to those who are of the opinion
that a priest should be involved

in the lives of the members
of their parish.

This is my son, Jussi.

Good day.

I am hoping
he'll follow in my footsteps.

So he'll become a priest?

Yes, well...

Yes, or a lay preacher if not.

Only time will tell.

Pastor, I'm sure you'll excuse me,
I have a lot to do.

Of course, because there's no one else
at home after all.

When will your husband return?

-In a few days.
-Traveling for business?

-Yes.
-He travels often. I imagine.

Yes, a few times a year.

Sometimes to the coast, sometimes Lapland.

My husband is not a murderer.

I know you think you know the truth.

Whoremonger. You're after him, aren't you?

But I've told everyone
that it's all just gossip.

Sometimes the girl was here,
but we only wanted to help her

with something good from the storehouse.

Her father drank to death.

We felt sorry for her. Do you hear me?

Well, gossip or not,
if my man slept with a herding girl...

I definitely wouldn't tell the pastor.

And if he killed her?

Then I would send the man to hell myself.

You don't say?

Even if I ended up there as well.

Tomorrow you'll bring Lisa.

-What?
-Yes.

Jussi's not the only child you have.
I think you forget that sometimes.

Sure you do.

Well, maybe not all of it.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

-Good day, children.
-Good day, Pastor.

Sit down. Now, then,
show the pastor what you've learned.

Let's see.

Very good.

Yes, he kept wanting to write with his
left hand, but that's the devil's hand,

so I've been teaching him
to use the other.

It's easier with the hand
tied behind his back.

It's not important what hand
you write with.

As long as you believe.

Say ordu salutis.

Ordu salutis.

It's Latin and means order of salvation.

The order of salvation, imagine a tall set
of steps going way up high.

And at the very top,
Jesus Christ is standing.

The light is so bright
that you can hardly see.

But there he stands,
his arms wide open, waiting for of you.

-Is there food there?
-Of course.

In that you may all be assured.
Lots for everyone.

-Butter as well?
-Oh, mountains of butter.

And there are...

There are joints of reindeer, too.

There's piles of pike, large pieces
of golden cheese and freshly-baked bread.

And all of us can go there.

Mm, but first you have to die.

-But we have to live before we can die.
-That's right.

And we have to gain knowledge if we want
to live rich and sensible lives, don't we?

Did you know it's possible for a boat
to run on with boiling water?

No.

Yes, it's true. They do this in America,
and also in Southern Sweden.

This is Jussi, my foster son.

I found him when he was your age.

He spoke only Lappish then.
He could neither read nor write.

"Remember ye not the former things,
neither..."

Neither consider the things of old.

Behold, I will do a new thing.

Now it shall spring forth.
Shall ye not know it?

I will even make a way in the wilderness,

and rivers in the desert.

"The beast of the field shall honor me."

Well done, Jussi!

"Remember ye not the former things..."

Neither consider the things of old.

Behold, I will do a new thing.

Now it shall spring forth,
shall ye not know it?

I will even make a way in the wilderness,
and rivers in the desert.

"The beast of the field shall honor me."

Lisa would make
a perfect preacher.

Come, now.

So women of the parish
should remain silent?

That was not my decision.

But you surround yourself
with layman preachers.

Pekka, Juhani and all of the others.
In that way, you go against the Church.

-And now Jussi.
-Jussi is special.

Yes. He's the only one
that I didn't give birth to.

What are you saying?

He was not sent by God
any more than the others were.

You finding him after we lost Levi
means nothing.

It means everything.

It was a sign.

Well, you love that boy
far more than anyone else.

That's all I see.

-Gentlemen.
-Madam called on us.

I've heard there will be a dance
going on Saturday,

over at a shepherd's hut.

That's correct. The youths are organizing.

But I hear many will stay at home
this time.

Why is that?

It's because they believe
that there is a murderer in the village.

That's ridiculous.

But we... we found the bear.

Yes, but it look as though the pastor's
words have been spreading around.

And they say that I have had
an innocent animal killed.

That's nonsense.
There's nothing you need to worry about.

I fear that you should be worried,
dear Brahe.

If people listen more to the pastor
than the sheriff, we have a problem.

The pastor says
we have a murderer in the village,

when every person with half a brain knows
it was a bear that took her from us.

So then why, I ask, would he tell you
all this nonsense?

Because he doesn't want
any dancing in Kengis.

He wants all of you to stay home
in your cottages, shaking in fear,

like you were a goddamn skeleton.

Is that what you want?

Well, is it? Or should the youth be able
to have fun like they always have?

To enjoy themselves, have a drink?

Is that damn pastor going to tell us how
to live our lives?

Not if I have a say.
Not as long as I'm standing here. No.

Here we have drinks for everyone who's
thirsty and who wants to go to the dance!

You can thank Madam Sjödahl!

What's going on?

Mother, what do you want?

I've heard there's a dance tonight.
You aren't planning to go?

No.

I don't understand how anyone
can think of dancing

when a whore just received her punishment.

You know I've heard from many suitors
who are asking after you.

You'll be a proper woman soon.

The time has come.

-Did she say who it was?
-No.

Jolina, let's just go anyway!

Hilda never let
anyone make decisions for her.

She went to more dances than anybody,
It's something she really loved.

And she did more than dance.
So why should we stay home, then?

-But the murderer.
-What murderer?

The one who killed Hilda.
The pastor said there was...

You thought it was a person who can
control the bear with their powers,

someone who can transform into a bear.

So, what do you know about it?

I'm sorry.

They say that there's a dance tonight.

-I don't know about it.
-You intend to go?

Dancing is to the Devil
what flesh is to the blowfly.

That does you credit, Jussi.

But there is a beast
roaming around out there.

And I fear that he'll be there tonight.
I want you to go and watch for him here.

He's likely big and strong,
with a great appetite for women.

Could you do that?

Cassiope tetragona... Arctic bell-heather.

I found it in the hay barn
Hilda was attacked in.

So?

Arctic bell-heather grows up on the fells.
I've never seen it down here before.

It must have come with the assailant.

Keep your eyes open for someone
who has been in the fells.

For God's sake, be careful.

Well, I'll be damned!
The pastor's noaidi boy is here!

Is it true that the pastor found you
living under a rock?

Let's give some brandy to the noaidi. Huh?

Hold him still!

Crazy bastard!

Jolina, come on.

Maria...

-Maria...
-Come on, Maria. Let's go!

Go away!

Hello!

In Helsingia,
they know how to move their legs.

Can you dance the quadrille?

No? Then you have to learn.

And the Pastor's son is also allowed
to play?

Good, help me. Come here.
And then you, my dear. That's right.

So, you hold her hand.

And the rest of you, watch and learn.
Now, forward...

And backward...

Here's the best part.
Turn towards each other.

You hold like this. That's correct.
Now, put your arm on the boy.

Then you twirl. And the melody.

Sing with me.

Very good.
And then everyone else who's dancing.

Come forth. Go on.

I've traveled many places in my day.

Paris, Saint Petersburg, Sevilla...

I've even been to Tromsø
of all places in the world.

And I nearly froze my dick off over there.

But in all those travels, I've never seen
such beautiful girls as these.

Are any of them betrothed?

Or are they all available?

I... don't really know.

Haven't you helped yourself to any?

Well, I'll be damned.

So you haven't become a man, then?

Oh. The best is yet to come, boy.

Nothing, I swear,
nothing is as perfect as a woman's cunt.

Wet and tight should it be.

Next time,
this will go straight into your throat.

That's how they are. When they can't dance
and speak beautifully,

they resort to their fighting.

But you know how to make a girl fall,
don't you?

♪ And seek delight ♪

♪ In all the gifts of God's great might ♪

♪ These pleasant summer hours ♪

♪ Look how the plains for thee and me ♪

What's happened?

♪ Have decked themselves
Most fair to see ♪

♪ All bright and sweet with flowers ♪

-What did you do?
-I was just dancing.

♪ The trees stand thick and dark
With leaves ♪

♪ And earth o'er all here ♪

♪ Dust now weaves a robe of living green ♪

Don't tell father.

♪ Nor silks of Solomon compare ♪

♪ With glories that the tulips wear ♪

♪ Or lilies' spotless sheen ♪

♪ That the tulips wear
Or lilies' spotless sheen ♪

Summer comes with promises
of great beauty for us and joy as well.

But with temptation also.

Temptations to sin face us as soon
as we want to do good.

It's the evil one who wants to claw and
wound the conscience of the awakened.

Before the wolf,
man is but a newborn lamb.

It takes a single bite from the wolf
to kill us.

Do not fight him.

You do not have the strength.

Escape instead into the bosom
of the Savior, you wounded sheep,

and suck the droplets of grace
from His chest.

Open your mouths to it and swallow...

when the Savior drips those droplets
of grace into your hearts.

That is the only way to step into the
glimmering halls of our heavenly Father.

And for us to escape from the fiery grips
of hell!

I am told that
the 19-year-old maid Jolina Eliasdotter

is missing since yesterday evening.

Any information about her can be given
to me or to her father, Elias Ylivainio.

Shh! Shh!