All language subtitles for Dorotej (1981) - 2022-10-11T112741.709

DOROTHEUS

Based on the novel by Dobrilo Nenadic

Year 1308.

May the God curse you!

Hey, what is that down there?
- Some black plague ruined everything!

Come, don't be scared. Authorities put
them here to defend this passage.

Bandits have multiplied here. You're
a herbalist from the monastery? - I am.

Bishop sent me to The Virgin monastery
to heal the priors. - I'm theirs, Dimitrije.

I'm waiting for you for three days.

You didn't tell me how do they call you.
- Dorotej.

Dorotheus? According to the Greeks, you
should be a gift from the God. Nice name.

It suits you.

Why are they chased? Are they bandits?

Merops, the lowest people in the kingdom.
They don't have the right to leave their master.

From what are they running?
- From hunger, what else?

Poor people heard that it's better in some
other district. Nothing grows for two years.

Flood, then drought.

Our sins have led us to trouble!

God cannot be tricked, men!
We forgot who we are! We did!

Who sows in his body,
he'll harvest doom from it!

If a holy spirit sows,
the eternal life will harvest from it!

Let's tame our body with martyrdom,

let's show that we've cleansed
our soul from worldly sins!

Our holly king, and his noble ancestors

have led people out of the darkness with
lessons, to the light of salvation!

Come. Come, come.

Drink, so we can go to the light
of salvation as well.

Never before I tried it.

First one goes down like thorns.

Second like straw,
the third one goes alone.

Tell me, Dorotej, are
those herbs really helpful?

It heals them, I know
that much, that's all.

And God?

What about him?
- What he does?

He sees everything.
- May you be in good health!

Come on, it's enough! Leave!

Go away!

One should do good deeds, Matija, but
moderately. People easily get insolent.

Father Nikanor, here's our
Dimitrije with the herbalist.

And he's the monk?
He's for a pickax or a sword.

Nice looking boy.
- Bumpkin!

Why do we need nice looking men here?
To spread out heresy!

Beauty is devil's work. - If beauty is
devil's work, is ugliness God's work?

You're still young, Matija.
You don't understand anything.

They seem to get along. That humped
freak already took him by his side.

My name is Matija, I'm a iconographer.

I'm still teach, to be exact.

I helped one Greek man who painted this.

He already spotted you.
- Who?

Ikanor. He knows you came for the bishop.

Since father Makarije is sick, we pray
twice more than we usual.

Our Ikanor is recommended to be a bishop.

Let's go. You have more
important things to do here.

A good man has to be saved.

You have to. You have to,
father Bishop, it's good for you.

What was your name again?
- Dorotej.

I prefer to die from my illness than
from this awful soup of yours.

Who taught you.
- Late father Gerasim.

He was a good healer. Could he learn you
healing skill when you're so young?

Set me free from temptation, oh Lord.

Where were you this whole day?
- I went to see Bishop. - How is he?

Well, he' better, better.
- Thank God, thank God.

I heard, father Nikanor...

What did you hear, Matija?

I heard that you swore in
front of the altar, father Nikanor,

that you'll be on your knees and praying
in church for three days and three nights.

That's right, I swore. So what?

No one can endure that.

Someone has to. We monks, have to!

We're here to pray for all those sinners out
there. - We pray as much as we can.

Can't you see that people dissolved?
Disclosed to commit! To godless!

And who gives that example?
Official Dadara!

Right hand of our district lord, Laus.

Dadara, of course!
Do you have eyes, Matija?

I have eyes, but... - Can't you see that
half of the district children looks like him?

There will be more army for king Milutin,
and more farmers for our nobleman Laus.

So Dadara, father Nikanor, just listened
orders from heaven.

Give birth and multiply!
- You say that in the temple of God?

Out! Get out, you wretch! You're not for
a monk, but for a cattle herder!

When I say 'prayer', you get up.
The rest will get up after you.

Now we're going to pray.

It seems Ikanor will do it.

Christ, bless us.

Dorotej is a thaumaturge!

What do they say?
- That Dorotej is a thaumaturge.

They say that Dorotej is a thaumaturge.

Open, let us in!
- Open!

Open, so your healer can save us!

If you know about our Christ savior's
wounds, open the door! - Open!

What is it? - We heard, father Nikanor,
there's a thaumaturge among you.

We don't have one here.

Of course you do, he brought the bishop
back from the dead! - Don't talk crazy!

The bishop recovered because the
almighty wanted that.

Maybe, but the thaumaturge helped.
- If you came to pray to God, we'll open.

We will pray, but just so your thaumaturge
heals us! - People, he heals with his touch.

They won't let us in! They're keeping
him for themselves!

You treat us like cattle! You don't care!

Get back!

Are you a thaumaturge? - I am not.
- Then go out and tell them that!

Someone spread the word that this
one heals with his touch.

Do you heal with your touch?
- No, father Nikanor, I heal with my herbs.

Cripples without arms are coming so you can
give them their arm back. Can you do that?

I can't.
- There. Did you hear?

And to bring sight back to the blind? Can
you do it with herbs? - No. - What can you do?

Enough.

I won't allow this God's temple be heathen.
- Leave the man alone, Nikanor.

Dimitrije, go tell them to open the gate.

And you Dorotej, heal the ones you can,
and comfort the ones you can't.

That too is our job, Nikanor.

Is this one good?

We're wasting time with this
ignorant, Dorotej. - Who's ignorant?

You haven't learned anything, like a calf.

Look at him! I'll catch you!

Come on!

Hey, let's two of us see
who can jump further.

You to jump with me? Your willy still has to
grow! - It's growing, but what's the use?

I only use it for pissing. Come on!

Come on, hurry up, come on!

Who lives there?

Nobleman of our district. Lord Laus.

Did you ever go there? - No, I didn't.
The bishop goes on Sunday, for service.

They have a chapel there.

Sometimes they call Dimitrije to decorate
Laus' letters for the King.

May God save me from Laus.

Angry man, difficult. - You'd be angry if
you'd sleep next to a woman you can't decorate.

Go away, kid, you're still young!

Gentle woman, beautiful.

Wandering around the house. Not knowing what
to do with herself. - I know, what she wants.

If Dadara jumps on her, she would give
birth like our village women!

Nikanor said it well.
- Dadara?

You already heard about him?

Guard dog. He secretly dreams to become
the lord of the district. - How?

While Laus is still alive? - Laus doesn't
have children, that's the trouble.

His noble family is dying out.

Stop it!

I said, enough playing!

Now get out! Bunch of rascals!

Dadara, are you kicking my guests out?

It will happen as you wish, madam Jelena.

Continue.

I'm sorry, master Laus, I couldn't have
come before, I swear.

I told you already, Dadara, you can't
force madam to do anything.

Gently!

What is it?
- It's bad, my lord.

It's really bad.

I see, witch, that you will send
me to my grave.

I heard there's some herbalist in
the monastery, making wonders,

he brought bishop back from the dead.

Dadara told for this witch that she knows all
about wounds, and look what happened.

It's bad for five weeks already!
- It's not my fault, lord, I swear!

This wound is caused with cursed iron.
- You're cursed, may thunder take you!

Bogdan, give this foul witch one
pig, and I don't want to see her again!

Send for that herbalist.
Maybe he really knows something.

Dadara, did you hear what lady said?

What are you waiting for?

What is it now?

I was looking for this for five years.

Five years? Ridiculous. It's just a
weed. And you heal people with this?

You know what would I do if someone give me
power? But completely, absolute power.

I'd hang all of you herbalists
and healers on this tree here.

We hang scumbags here.
- Why us?

Because you're prolonging life for the weak,
unnatural, against nature.

Something not suitable for life
should be left to die.

Why should just congest the world
and get in the way for others?

Protrude! Step back!

One more step! Put it down!

Hello.

Why didn't you bring the healer?
- He's the one.

I thought you'd be older.

Old is, madam...
- Jelena.

Old is, madam Jelena, an experience
that I was thought with.

And old is the soil that gives salve.

Nice words.

This wound has gone to worse.
- That's all you have to say?

It's not all, my lord. There's cure for it.

Little hot water.

What is it, Pipac? What happened?
- We investigated, my lord.

Meropag Bukara is the criminal,
no one else. - What did he confess?

That he chopped of head of his wife Mara.

He said that he had to, she was
out of control.

He swore, he was spying on her for three
nights and saw her with another man.

May his hand become golden!
I'd set him free so gladly.

But I can't!
- I need linen.

It's my noble right to judge
around here damn it,

but that mean bastard doesn't ask,
he takes an ax and done.

What's the verdict?

Bukara the killer, is to be burn lightly
and then hung.

Listen, Dadara,

you hang that Bukara.
You're the best for that.

What about the man who led her to sin?
- That's right, you think of everything.

For that stallion, cut open his nose,

and castrate him.
- It'll be amiss.

Why will it be amiss?
I'm the one who decides.

Then we would have to
do all that to the official Dadara.

Listen, Dadara,

I rose you from nothing!

Out of the mud! You were no one, miserable!

You recommended yourself with sword.

And now you want to be
famous by that cattle dick of yours!

Get out of my sight, or I'll twist your
nuts right here! Get out!

I came, father bishop, to thank the God,
and you healer, Dorotej. As you see, I'm healthy.

And I came for your blessing.
It seems we'll go to war soon.

Calm down, people! You'll all be seen!

Save us, healer! Save us with your hand

Don't refuse our prayers! Your holly hands!

Save us sinners,
rejected by God and people!

I beg you, our father, I beg you, help us!

God sent him to us, people!
He answered to our prayers!

He sent Dorotej instead of his son!

Wicked ones! Beasts from the wood!

You're profaning on our lord!

He's not a savior! He's just a monk!
He can only heal!

Your soul, your soul has to be saved!

And only almighty can do that, and prayers
from the ones without sins.

Here, I will pray for you,
lousy and worthless!

I will! I promise in front of everyone!
I'll lie in cold tomb for seven days and nights!

I will, I swear! I will, I will!
- Ikanor!

Take this fool to his cell, he'll be fine.

King's messenger.

So, it has begun.

War! Young prince has alarmed the noblemen.

He wants his father crown.

Has anyone seen official Dadara? Master
Laus is calling him. - He's already working.

Listen, I wouldn't disturb him.
- I have to, I have orders.

Mister official?
- Who is that?

Falcon keeper, Andrija.
- What do you want? Get out!

Lord ordered to go up at once.
- Get lost, now you're fucking with me!

It's very important!

This cannot wait!
- Everything in the world can wait!

We're waiting for you, see?
- I had some work to do.

I've decided to put you in charge of the tower
and district until I come back from the war.

You're the only match
for that beast, Brzan.

He'll attack with his outlaws as
soon as the army leaves.

You're not saying much. - I'm here to
listen. - You're not delighted.

With what should I defend the tower when you go?
You'll leave me with cowards and lowlifes.

Teach them. That's your profession.

It will be hard with food. If they keep us
under siege, we won't last long.

You should've thought about that sooner!

That was your duty! - And the monastery...
What with happen with it?

With the monastery?
- Monks should be moved to the tower.

Brzan's outlaws will kill them.
- What monastery and monks,

Brzan will do more important jobs
than killing people in mantles.

Monks and myself, my lord, we'll pray
that you come back alive from the war.

So, to bring them in the tower.

We have to save food for the
people that will carry weapons.

Dadara, move all the monks here
tomorrow, without any delay.

Listen, Pipac, I'm a soldier.

I was never scared.
On Polog, in king's war.

I killed the entire Greek army.
I became a nobleman, a knight.

But today I'm scared.

I have no secrets in front of you.
The rest of them are all rotten.

I'm scared for Jelena.
I go to war, I die...

I have no children nor inheritor.

The devil takes it all away.

Dadara... He'll defend the tower.

He will.

He's a good soldier.

He'll break Jelena.

I had only one dream.

That my inheritors be the lords of the
district, noblemen.

Lord didn't want that. - Don't say that,
he brought you your health back.

He sent monk Dorotej to save you.

Dorotej? - Dorotej, my lord,
like the heaven itself sent him.

I've never seen such harmony,

angel's mildness and human beauty.

Harmony.

Let us! Let us! Let us in!

We have soul too! - You just preach about
God's mercy, and where's your mercy?

Save us, Dorotej, help us!
- Tell them to let us in!

Outlaws will kill us!

Back off, back off! Close the gate!

There isn't enough place
nor food for all of them.

They could've give us something better.
- We can endure this.

Yes we can, but why did they
give Dorotej a separate chamber?

Well, they gave it to the bishop too.
- I asked why for Dorotej.

Master wanted that way.

Be very careful. And listen to the madam.

Keep watch, and remember!

They told me you haven't eat anything for
two days. What's bothering you?

My patients. I left them out there,
and they needed me.

You're needed here, too.

What's the name of this?
It looks like cherry.

That's wolf's cherry, nightshade.

They call it crazy weed, too.
- Crazy? Why crazy?

I guess because heals, and kills.

Sometimes it's poison, sometimes
it's medicine. - Are you sure it kills?

I'm sure.

That's bad, madam.

It's not allowed. No!

Brzan is somewhere near. The air stinks.

He'll attack at night,
like a dog, insidiously.

You stay. There's no place here
for mama's boys and grannies!

Back off! Only those who have the balls
for this job can stay!

Soldier's life is a dog's life!
- Kneel! Draw!

Not like that, hillbilly, not like that!

You won't reach the gate that way!

What is it, boy? What happened?
- Dorotej the herbalist is gone? - Since when?

It seems last night. Madam sent me
to find him, and he's missing.

Ridiculous.

Sent men to go outside the tower to find him.
- Who should I send?

Whoever you want, but fast!
- To waste my men for nothing?

I won't allow that outlaws kill the benefactors
of this home that saved my husband!

He's not that stupid to go outside, right?
- So what if he went outside?

Maybe he's collecting herbs.
- Herbs?

It's not your job to think about it!
- Alright.

I'll send men if you care so much.
Send the scouts at once!

Woman's mind is, my dear Dimitrije,
very muddy little stream.

It seems shallow,

but you can't see its bottom.
It's harmless at first sight,

but it's breaking shores
and takes them away.

Poor Vuk, it's them, for sure.

Our scouts.

Is it Dorotej?
- We don't know yet.

Assemble the corpses.

Madam, the herbalist is not among the dead.

Djurdj!

Djurdj!

Fire! Set that hay on fire!

Faster, faster! If they get in, they'll
slaughter us like sheep! Hurry!

Get on the walls! Hurry up!

Listen, monks!
I need soldiers, not prayers.

You're blaspheming,
you're insulting church!

I don't need you, you're
for nothing anyway.

Rest of you, grab weapons! - I'll rather
go out and die than defile my hands.

We'll do as you say, officer.
Let's go, my brothers.

Young ones will take weapons,
and the rest of us will help the wounded.

You stay and pray to your God.
That will help me!

All of our hay will burn.

What else should we light
the walls with? - Our cattle will die.

People are more important, their lives.
- If the cattle dies, there will be deseases.

Order at once that half
of the cattle is to be killed!

Bogdan, bring all wounded men to the castle!
- To the castle! - That's what I said!

What are you doing here?
- They killed my Djurdj!

They'll kill us too! All of us!

Don't leave me alone, I beg you!
- Oh, God...

Do you know who are you healing?
- Those who need it.

I'm Brzan, you fool, and these are
my outlaws! Scumbags!

Never mind.

Don't show yourself.

The bishop is sick again. He tells you to
control Ikanor, anyway you know.

That's weak, too weak for punishment!

You should hit harder, harder!

There should be blood!

Hit, Matija, your soul will feel better.

It's enough, father Nikanor.
- It's not enough! As harder he hits himself,

heaven will punish him less.

Hit, Matija. Send the devil away
from your sinful body.

I won't allow it! I won't
allow a man to kill himself!

Stop, brothers! Stop!

Have you gone mad?

Dadara... Dadara is
looking for you everywhere.

He's angry as a wild dog!

Butchers! Assassins! God damn you!

Back off! Lord Laus will judge them!

I was a commandant to those who were
dying defending these walls.

Many of them would still be alive, if they
had skillful healer to take care of them.

We had one, a very famous one.

But he wasn't with us.

Where was he?
- Silence, don't yell.

He went to those bandits.
He didn't want to heal our defenders.

He was healing our killers.

I wouldn't ask for his punishment, if he'd
put some God's light in those souls.

If it was Christian, Orthodox,

I'd knee before him and kiss his feet.

But he healed the ones who are robbing
our temples, who kill and pillage.

Be silent, father Nikanor.
I'm responsible for him.

In front of God and people.

If we throw only one monk to the dirt,

we've started to undermine the
foundations of our church.

If we destroy the church, we'll destroy
the foundation which country lies on.

My lord Laus,

father bishop,

allow me.

They say that Dorotej is guilty.

I say he's not guilty!

God taught him the skill of healing.

Dorotej can tell the difference between two
weeds, a useful one from bad one,

one sickness from another. He only can't
tell the difference between people.

We can do that, but he can't!
- Don't talk stupid, monk!

He liked those villains more,
and he went to them!

You said everything you had.

I sent him.

There weren't any bandits when he went out.

Why did you let him go?
- Because of insomnia.

When you left, sleep left me,
because I was worried and scared.

And Dorotej said he didn't have
any herbs for insomnia.

He sure went out, to pick herbs,
like a bee, from one flower to another.

For me, this man is not guilty.

Oh, Lord, put your servant's soul,
bishop Makarije, to rest.

And make him eternal remembrance.

Doom! Doom has come!

Sinners, repent! Archangel with
flaming sword showed up.

He told me that or monastery is sinful,
that the devil was healed here.

But he also said there's still hope for us.

Now be strong. - Archangel brother, with
sword in right, and a lamb in left hand.

Alright for the sword,
but what about the lamb?

Archangels don't eat.
- Archangel mentioned, the traitor Dorotej,

adulterer Matija, blasphemer...
- Answer me, what about the lamb!

Blasphemer Dimitrije!
- How did he speak to you?

We were all together, no one heard or seen
an archangel. - Did you hear him, brothers?

Did you hear this traitor
of our holy church?

They don't belong in this holy home!
- No, father Nikanor, that's a sin!

Artemije, come with us.
- I can't, I have no courage.

Wait, I want you to see what I found.

Here's the roof over our heads.

And what if we go wild?

Never mind, we were to tame before.

Are you going to scare away snakes with that?
- This is a machine for making schnapps.

If only one drop comes out of it, I'll
carry you with this hump all day long!

Don't complain that I'm heavy. - You just
find blackberries and plums for the kettle.

First one goes down like thorns.

Second like straw,
the third one goes alone!

Come on, carry me!

How did you find us?
- What can stay hidden?

Come here. - I told them, let's see
how those good men are doing,

do they need something?
Maybe they're hungry. - Come on in.

This is Dadara!

And this is father Nikanor!

So you won't let me to do something?

They don't bother me.

Go for a walk. Why are you sitting here?

I have no will.

Go down to the river. It's warm.

I saw Jelena today on the big whirlpool.

I'm sorry, I didn't tell you, this was
the third day that she comes there.

Translated by Inglourious @KG