All language subtitles for Castlevania.Nocturne.S01E01.1080p.WEB.h264-EDITH-HI

[water bubbling]

[muffled fireworks bursting]

[gloomy string music playing]

I thought I was supposed to fight evil.
I thought that was the whole point.

God, why do you have to argue
about everything?

I'm your mother.
I think you'll be safer in France.

I don't see how.

Is Auntie Tera a vampire hunter? No.

So, will I be safer with her? No.

I should be here with you, fighting evil.

[exhales]

I'm sorry, Richter.

I know it feels like I'm sending you away.

You are sending me away.

I'm so sorry, my darling.

But I have no choice.

- [man] Don't listen to her, Richter.
- [gasps softly]

[man] There's always a choice.

[ominous music playing]

[wind gusting]

[eerie music playing]

Julia Belmont.

Finally.

Olrox.

Go to the ship, Richter.

I'll catch you up.

[sighs softly]

You've made a big mistake.

My mom is gonna slice you in two.

[chuckles]

In 250 years,

do you know how many vampire hunters
have promised to slice me in two?

Now, Richter. Go to the ship.

[chuckles]

[eerie music continues playing]

[whip cracks]

[exciting music building]

- [snaps]
- [power crackling]

[Julia grunts]

[screeches]

[grunting]

[chuckles] Come on, Mom.

[Julia grunting]

[Olrox groaning]

[both grunting]

[grunts]

- [magic hums]
- [Olrox groans]

[whip cracks]

- [thuds]
- [grunts]

[pants]

[grunts]

[groaning]

[chuckles]

[screaming]

- [low snarling sound]
- [screams]

- [wind whistling]
- [gasps]

[growling]

[snarls]

[gasps]

[yells]

[Olrox laughs]

[groans] Richter!

[dramatic music playing]

[panting]

[Olrox screeches]

[whimpers]

[Julia grunts]

[screams]

Fuck!

[straining]

Mom.

[yells]

[groaning in exhaustion]

[sighs resignedly]

I'm sorry, Richter.

I'm so sorry.

[groans]

- [gasps]
- [Julia groans]

- [gasps]
- [wind gusting]

[wind fades]

[crickets chirping]

[Olrox growling softly]

[thuds wetly]

[eerie music playing softly]

[gasping]

[fireworks bursting in distance]

[blood sloshes]

[footsteps approaching]

[Olrox] Ah...

Little boy Belmont.

I know that feeling.

That pain.

That hate.

That burning,
unendurable need for retribution.

[gentle music playing]

Because, you see,

your mama took someone from me I loved,

just as much as you loved her.

So, she had to die.

[whimpering]

[Olrox] Oh, I could kill you too.

- [breath shudders] And I will.
- [whimpering]

[Olrox] One day.

- But not tonight.
- [sniffling, sobbing]

[mournful music playing]

[sobbing]

[dramatic opening theme music plays]

[music fades]

[waves lapping]

[Maria] They claim it's the natural order.

[playing slow, classical music]

[people conversing indistinctly]

[Maria] They're born rich,
and we're born poor.

And that's just the will of God.

It's the natural order
for them to get rich by milking us dry

with impossible rents and unpayable taxes.

My mother hasn't paid her taxes
for years now

because she's just too poor.

Sooner or later
they'll send around their bully boys.

[imperceptible]

[Maria] And you all know
what I mean by that.

They thought it would stay like that
until the end of time.

[dramatic music playing faintly]

Well, the king thought
it was his divine right to be king,

but do you know what happened to him?

He's been arrested.

The government in Paris has overthrown
the monarchy and declared a republic.

To hell with the natural order.

No more kings, no more aristocrats.

Vive la Révolution!

[all] Vive la Révolution!

[man] Whoo!

[suspenseful music playing]

[snarls]

[people gasp]

[growls]

[exciting music playing]

[whip cracks]

[thuds]

Stay close. Stay together.
Don't run into the woods.

[screeches]

[yells]

[grunts]

[clangs]

[whip cracks]

[groans]

[snarls]

- [clanging]
- [Richter grunting]

[screeches]

- [shrieking]
- [grunting]

[growls]

- [screeching]
- [groans]

[snarls]

[shrieks]

- [squelches]
- [groans]

- [sizzles]
- [groans]

[music fades]

[grunting]

You can kill me, Richter Belmont,
but it won't do you any good.

Before the moon is full,
the Vampire Messiah will come,

the Devourer of Light,
who will eat the sun.

You will suffer and die
along with everyone you love.

That makes absolutely no sense.

[squelches]

[exciting music playing]

[groans]

[groans]

- [sizzling]
- [music fades]

I told you this was a damn stupid place
for a revolutionary meeting.

[sighs] We'll just have to start
holding them in the town.

I'm just worried people won't come.

Maria, if they're more scared of gossips
than they are vampires,

maybe they're not, you know,
revolutionary material.

[Maria] What did it mean
by the "Vampire Messiah"?

Who knows? What a ridiculous concept.

[Maria] It might explain why there seem
to be more vampires around lately.

They're gathering somewhere.

The château, I wouldn't wonder.

Well, it's where I'd go
if I was a vampire.

Want to go and check?

Jacques, let's get everyone back to town.

"The Devourer of Light," it said.

That sounds bad.

Why come here?
What's so special about here?

Ham and beans.

The local ham and beans
is pretty sensational,

makes local blood nice and smoky.

God, you're a wanker.

[Richter] Maybe we should
discuss this with the Abbot.

I know he's no friend to the Revolution,

but he can't be much of a friend
to vampires either.

And he's got his soldier-monks.
Strength, after all, in numbers.

You're right.

I am?

We propose a temporary alliance.

They help us see what's happening,
and then they help us fight.

What, now? I thought you might want
to argue me to death about it.

Maybe don't tell him
about the magic birds, though.

[Maria] He knows you kill vampires.

I have a reputation.

And people accept it,
because of the heroic and handsome thing.

But teenage girls
conjuring creatures from the Otherworld?

They start building
piles of very flammable wood.

You talk like I don't know
when to keep my mouth shut.

Hi, Mizrak. We need to speak to the Abbot.

Think he's praying.

I'm sure if you want to pray with him,
he won't mind.

We're not here to pray.

We killed three vampires tonight,
out in the woods near the château,

and one of them said something
about a Vampire Messiah.

They say they have urgent business
about vampires.

Time was, there were hardly any.

Last couple of years,
I'd kill one every few months or so.

For which Machecoul is forever grateful.

But this was three in one night.

Three in one night.

So, something's up. Something big.

Before it died, one of them warned me,
which was nice of it,

that a Vampire Messiah is on its way.

The Devourer of Light, apparently.

[chuckles]

Devourer of Light.

Which might explain why the vampires
are congregating at the château.

[Abbot] Vampires? At the château?

Where else would they go?

[Abbot] The Marquis
is a pillar of this community,

like his family before him
for generations.

For centuries.

I can't believe
he would welcome vampires into his home.

He's not a pillar of this community.

Before the Revolution,
he spent all his time at court

and probably forgot we existed,
even though his wealth

is thanks to the pain and suffering
of every peasant within 40 miles.

[Abbot] Oh, Maria.

It breaks my heart to hear you like this,
parroting the phrases of the Godless mob.

- The Godless...?
- No good will come of all this hatred.

Hatred and envy and division.

It will only lead to bloodshed
and greater suffering.

But I pray for you.

And for you, Richter Belmont.

I know how much pain is in your soul.

How much sadness and loss.

That's good of you, really, but...

We... We appreciate it, the praying.

But we think vampires
are gathering at the château,

and maybe this is the reason.

We can go and look for ourselves,
see if it is just innocent nobles,

with their teeth stained
by nothing worse than vintage claret,

but we could use some help.

All right. I'll see what I can find out.

I have my spies.

Don't do anything rash.

The Marquis won't thank us
for besmirching his good name,

but, of course,

if he has thrown his doors open
to the undead,

we can go together
and burn them all to dust.

Whatever our differences, Maria,

we have a common enemy in evil.

Though evil can be more subtle
than is often supposed.

Thank you.

"I have my spies."

Ooh, spies. Spies everywhere.

They are everywhere, Richter.
The whole town.

It's why we go to the woods.

We did the right thing, though.
Speaking to him.

And you were good as gold.

Definitely know
when to keep your mouth shut.

Well, there's only so much
pious bullshit I can stand.

Maybe you should practice.

[indistinct conversations
and music playing]

- Go for a drink, if you want.
- [sighs]

We promised your mother we'd come home.

- So, we go home.
- In other words, you're hungry.

[Richter] She's cooking dinner.
How rude do you think I am?

[ominous music playing]

[whimpers]

[whimpering]

- [whimpers]
- [grunts]

[blood squelching]

[gentle piano music playing]

[gun clacking on ground]

[music continues]

[playing pensive, classical music]

[Marquis] Every single day,
every moment in Versailles,

there was something exciting,
entertaining to do...

[sighs]

- ...but here, even the peasants...
- [footsteps approaching]

What is it about you peasants out here
that makes everything, even your blood,

so unremittingly dull?

[inhales, groans]

- [footsteps approaching]
- [fabric rustles]

[pleasant piano music playing]

[snarls]

- [music continues]
- [wind gusting]

[thuds]

[music fades]

[Maria] People don't need me
to tell them their lives are tough.

But they're suspicious of the Revolution.

They get told lies about everything
by people they think they can trust.

The Abbot's a good man, Maria.
And what he says, it's not lies.

Not to him.

You said it yourself, people trust him.

[Julia] I'm sorry, Richter.

- ...believed the Church for centuries.
- I'm so sorry.

[disorienting music playing]

[Maria in a distant voice] The world
is changing. Even here in Machecoul.

The world is changing.

Tonight, for instance.
Before the vampire attack,

people were really listening.

Weren't they, Richter?

[gasps] What?

- [panting]
- People were really listening tonight.

[chuckles] Well, I wasn't.

Why do you kill vampires, then?
If you're so uninterested.

[Richter] It's the most fun
you can have with your clothes on.

He's a Belmont. Bless him.

He has a destiny.

[chuckles] I don't believe in destiny.

You don't believe in anything.
It's because they're evil, Richter.

Vampires? Evil? Oh, my God. Are you sure?

And evil has to be fought.

I believe in you and your mother.

[gentle music playing]

I believe you're the kindest,
most courageous people in the world.

So, I don't need to understand
the things you believe in,

and I certainly
don't need to believe in them too.

I just need to stand by you.

Always.

[scoffs] You're such a dick.

[snarling in distance]

[dramatic music playing]

[trilling, snarling]

What the fuck are you?

- Do you know what they are?
- No.

Well, whatever they are,

I'm sure they can die.

[snarls]

[roars]

[grunts]

- [whip cracks]
- [snarls]

[grunting]

[grunts]

[shrieks]

[grunting]

[whip cracking]

- [snarls]
- [groans]

- [whip cracks]
- [grunting]

[blades clang]

[grunts]

[roars]

[groans]

[grunting]

- [bird shrieks]
- [talons slash]

[shrieks]

- [thuds]
- [squawks]

[grunts]

[coughs]

[groaning]

[shrieks]

[straining]

[gasps]

- [high-pitched ringing]
- [disorienting music playing]

- [object squelches]
- [music fades]

[hopeful music building]

[mysterious music playing]

Those were night creatures, weren't they?

I don't know what they were.
I've never seen anything like them.

They were night creatures.

Demons made from human corpses
grafted onto souls from hell.

Nobody's made any for centuries.

Who are you?

Obviously you're a witch,
but where did you come from?

Whoever you are... thank you.

[woman] They don't just happen.
Someone has to make them.

[Richter] What are you talking about?
Who are you?

[woman] And that would take a Forgemaster.

A sorcerer, magician, necromancer.

Of great, great power.

There must be a Forgemaster around here.

Can you answer my questions?

My name is Annette.

And I am Edouard.

We're from the island of Saint-Domingue,
in the Caribbean Sea.

Across the ocean?

We're looking for someone called Belmont.

That would be the ungrateful wanker.

I don't suppose you know anything
about a Vampire Messiah?

Yes.

[ominous music playing]

That's why we're here.

- [music continues]
- [seagulls squawking]

Good of you to meet me, Vaublanc,
but I can make my own way.

Still...

you can tell your Messiah...

I'm here.

[eerie music playing]

[eerie music playing]