All language subtitles for The Mysterious Doctor Cornelius (1984) Ep.06_prob3 (1)_track3_[eng]

Good morning!

You're here at home.

You're joking?
You really want me to live here?

It's our safest shelter.
You must wait until things settle down.

- How long? - A few days, a few weeks...
We don't know yet. We'll see.

It's stupid. You exaggerate
the danger excessively.

We see things lucidly. That's all.

Joe's escape has fundamentally changed
the situation. Isn't that so, Cornιlius?

Of course. Andrιe de Maubreuil and
your sister were already suspicious

about the identity of the man
interned under your name.

Their intuition is limited.

They can't guess I hide
myself under Joe's features.

The change will soon
be obvious to everyone.

The fraud has run its course, Baruch.

It's you who put me in this situation.

You're responsible for everything.
- No, I only thought of your own good.

And now that things go wrong,
you let me down.

Listen, we protect you, we hide you.
What more can we do?

Undo what you've done.

It's impossible.
- You're lying! - Come on!

Living cells are neither
wood nor marble.

They are a difficult
material to work with.

I saw you perform miracles.
I ask almost nothing of you.

Give me anyone's face.

We shall think about it.

But your grafts are still too recent.
We must wait...

a few months before trying
a new operation.

Don't rely too much
on my patience, Doctor!

I want to get out of this hole!

Or else...
- Enough, Baruch!

Cornelius is too kind-hearted.
He's wrong to treat you so carefully.

Cornιlius, tell him the truth!

Well, you suffer from a very
serious heart disease, my friend...

What kind of new
story is this, Dr Cornelius?

My heart condition was good enough
for you during the first operation.

Sure, but you survived the
operation only by miracle.

If your body received
the same shock again,

it would mean your end.

Come on, don't stop!
Make yourself at home!

I'm sorry, Madame.

First you pick up my flowers,
then you'll steal my hens, huh?

I can do without drinking and eating
but I admit that I can't resist a flower.

Maybe you want a bowl of soup?

Well...
- You'll have to earn it!

Gladly.

Then I'll take care of the cooking
while you take care of the wood.

All of it?

You'll do your best.

Primitive technology.

There's room for improvement.

What is that?
- Look for yourself.

Can I try?

Didn't you leave something
cooking on the stove?

The soup!
Good God!

My God!

And me who wanted
to prepare a good meal...

I'll cook you an omelet
in the "Mιre Poulard" style.

You know how to cook?
- In Normandy, we're rather gluttonous.

Maybe you can fix the cooker too?

Joe, take a good look
at these pictures.

They're family celebrations
that you attended.

Stop me when you remember something.

There, I remember.

It was at Aunt Dolly's, in Cape Cod.

True.

You were ten and
you were sick that day.

Of course,
I'd eaten too much chocolate cake.

His memories return bit by bit.

As the bricks of a wall.

Little by little, Joe will
reconstruct the whole building.

And he will recover
his true personality again.

Unfortunately, he'll always
keep the face he's been grafted.

A murderer's face.

My brother's face.

Maybe a gifted surgeon could
give him back his true face.

Dr Kramm is a great specialist in plastic
surgery. Maybe we could ask his opinion.

Kramm, you say?

Dr Cornelius Kramm.
You've heard about him?

No.

This name sounds
vaguely familiar to me.

People say that Dr Kramm
can perform miracles.

We need to get Joe to him quickly.

Here comes Dorgan! Remember what I said.
Try to trivialize your experiences.

Come, Fritz! You know no Doctor
would have succeeded in my place!

No one can achieve my mastery.

Damn, try to be modest for once!
- No.

If you play God, we're done for!

Joe is usually a man
so cheerful and chummy.

Yes, I remember.

I'm afraid this event
has marked him forever.

Come on, he'll change, I'm certain.

He has already regained a
large part of his memories.

Only those before his kidnapping.

After that, it's complete darkness.

It's probably the result of the many
drugs injected by the "Red Hand".

No remembrance of his captivity
has been recorded in his memory.

No, Pagano thinks the opposite.

He thinks the memories have been
recorded normally...

and that Joe unconsciously refuses
to remember them.

Why?

These memories are probably
so awful and painful

that the brain refuses to relive them.

It's that dark area in his brain that
saps his good spirit. - Poor Joe.

There has to be a way
to force this blockage.

A nervous shock, an intense scare,
a great emotion... Who knows?

I'm a very blunt businessman.

I'll come straight to the point.

I'm listening, Mr Dorgan.

A billionaire, more than any other man,

can afford all his whims.
You agree to that?

Certainly.

Here it is.

With this man,
I want you to build that man.

Is it possible?

Why not?

Plastic surgery has improved
immensely nowadays.

How much?

The operation will be very expensive.

Highly expensive.

It doesn't matter.

In that case.

If I pay in cash, could you give
me a 10% discount?

No.
- No? - No.

Come on, Joe.
Dr Kramm will examine you.

When will I be operated on?

The sooner the better.
- Fine.

You're not afraid?
- Nothing can frighten me.

What's up, Joe?

So, you're happy with him?

More agile than strong. Not a gorilla
but he's gifted at imitating a marmoset.

Someone asks for him at the entrance.

It's okay. Come down.

So, you seem more gifted for
high-flying stunts than chores.

My past masters liked me.
- Come on, stop showing off.

When you fall you'll beg me
to hold your broom again.

And then?
- Then?

Trust me.

I'll give you a hard time.

Hush and act natural. It's Joe.

Why the disguise?
- He's hounded. We must hide him.

He'll sleep in the stable
on the straw with me. Come on.

To what do I owe the honor
of your visit?

Only necessity.

Where can I put this?
- What is it? Carpets?

They're my most precious paintings.

I had to roll them to transport them.

This suitcase contains my most
precious scientific observations.

A lifetime of research.

Is it that serious?
- Yes, it's a disaster.

Joe has recovered his memory.

Has he spoken?
- Not yet.

But I fear that he has recognized me.

All this was to be expected.

We were too weak,
we had too much mercy.

It's time to react.

No. All is lost.

Unless we retreat immediately
to the Island of the Hanged.

Don't panic.

If you agree to my plan
we could be back in the game.

Baruch could even resume Joe's role.

How?

By making a big clean-up. Enough with
subtlety. It's time to draw the guns!

Here is the list of the people
we have to kill!

There's a lot of names.
- The "Red Hand" can handle it.

I won't regret the Dorgans.

And I'm okay for
those from my family.

Your sister Isadora too?
Are you sure?

She deserves to die.
She betrayed me.

Lord Buridan didn't pay his ransom.

Kill him first.

We'll have to kill all these
damn French people too.

Andrιe de Maubreuil excepted.
- Why?

I have other projects
for this young woman.

Your killers won't approach her!

Don't be foolish, Baruch.

The town is crawling with policemen
looking for Joe Dorgan.

They know every little
detail of your features.

You can't make a step
out of this cemetery without...

Leave me alone!
Get outta here!

Leave me alone!

Love is a temporary madness, Baruch.
A comical illusion that passes as fever.

For Andrιe de Maubreuil you will
never be Baruch again!

How are you, Milord?

Convents are no longer what they were.

Flesh is lean and wine is sour.

You must defrock yourself.

It's out of the question.

This dress is my best protection.

The "Red Hand" will never think to
look for me in this monastery.

Our friends need your help.
- I'm not ubiquitous!

To serve the Lord is a full-time job.

The Bible says
"you will help your neighbor".

To flinch would mean
to disobey the Lord, Milord.

You think so?

I'm sure.
- What should I do then?

We still have no news of Pr Bondonnat.

His daughter fears for the worst.
- Bondonnat is a lazybones!

He probably stayed near the
beach where we landed.

You're the only person to know the place.
Frιderique and Andrιe beg you to lead them.

A monk can't leave
his convent so easily!

I brought a rope ladder with me.

You want me to escape!

It's for a good cause.
God will forgive you.

Come on, follow me, Milord.

Not a single move or word.

Or I won't hesitate to inflict upon you
the same treatment I imposed on myself.

Understood?

I know your masters
have no secrets for you.

I want to know what they have
planned against Andrιe de Maubreuil.

If you don't speak...

you will soon look like my twin brother.

A blind brother...

because I will begin with your eyes.

Look!

The French ladies
go on pilgrimage to Menten...

and their bus must explode!

I could never trust this Baruch Jorgell.

I was certain one day he'd betray us.
- Speed up, Slug!

He's ten minutes ahead of us.

I've traveled the world five times.

I've haunted
every capital city's nightclubs.

I was intimate with the last kings.

I have friends in all the underworlds...

but I have never met God.

The Lord is everywhere.
You wouldn't have recognized him.

Nobody tried to introduce me to him.

Let's pray together so that
he helps us find my father.

The devil is at our heels, brother!
Help us!

Calm down, sister. Satan is certainly
not joining our pilgrimage.

On the contrary. He's right
behind us in a sports car!

In the name of Christ, speed up, driver!
Don't let him overtake!

Faster, goddamn it! Faster!

The bus will be here in a minute.

Get ready.

Watch out.

Hands up!

We're too late!
The bridge is undamaged.

That bastard has succeeded!

We'll blow up the bus another way.
Look at your feet.

We have dynamite!

You know how to use it?
- You bet!

You know how to use it?

Don't worry, my darling.
Even If they manage to break in...

they won't get us alive!

Let's get out of here, Milord.
It's private property.

Maybe the house is guarded by a dog.

You won't find your father if
you let fear get the better of you.

Why would he be here and
not in any other place?

I can't understand how the "Red Hand"
has discovered my hiding place.

They will find us, alright!

Because of that.

I know only two men who
could build such a device.

Leonard de Vinci
and my friend Bondonnat.

Hands up! Make one move and
you're my next target practice!

Milord! I was
desperate to find you again!

Why are you silent? Are you mad at me?
Maria, he's my friend.

Look who's accompanying me.

My little daughter!
My dear Andrιe!

What about me? No one to kiss me?
- I'm sent by the Lord!

No dog, no guard.

Just an honest person's house.
- The lair of scoundrels.

A very serious accusation.

How can you know that Dr Kramm
is the "Red Hand" leader?

When I saw Cornelius it was a big shock.

Suddenly my memory was back.

I still see him
with his scalpel in hand.

He's a monster!

You're sure you're not mistaken?
- It's there. I'm certain.

Let's go.

Looks like the birds
have flown the nest.

The bastard!

It's the proof of Cornelius' guilt.

These castings show how he
actually made the face substitution.

It was you?

It's me.

How do you feel?

I feel like I'm returning
from a long, long trip.

Meaning?

The joy of being home.

So?
- There was no one.

Slug and Leonoelo probably escaped.

Traitors, traitors!

Or luckless. Maybe they've
been arrested already.

We still have the footmen. Those
who believed in the Red Hand's idealism.

The rats leave the sinking ship.

No. They'll sacrifice their lives for us.
They'll lose their lives with enthusiasm.

I don't want to risk dying with them.

The safest way for us is to
retreat to the Island of the Hanged.

Time is running out. We must go now.
- I won't go without Baruch.

He didn't answer our message.
If he's not already here he won't come.

You can go if you want.
Me, I'm staying.

Little brother... We've held each
other's hand since we were born.

Do you really want us
to definitively part...

because of a stranger?
- You can't understand.

You're trying to accomplish a great work.
You could change the world.

Would you sacrifice your dream
to your feelings?

You're wrong, Fritz.

Be reassured, I'm not so foolish.
- Explain yourself, then!

I quickly understood that
Baruch was ungrateful.

I've expected nothing from him
for a while. - So?

It's the hatred in his heart
that fascinates me.

This need to harm,

so dense and pure, there's certainly
a way to explore it in his brain.

Baruch is only
a test subject for you.

A fascinating guinea-pig, yes!

A living laboratory.

My deepest wish is to
perform an autopsy on him.

Let's go then, Cornιlius.

Our pilot will return
for Baruch later.

And when we're on our Island you will
have every opportunity to carve him.

You promise?

I swear.

Let's go.

The meeting is opened.

The Chairman will now speak to you.

Sorry, Mr Dorgan but the draw has
designated Mr Jorgell on even days.

Please respect the alternation.

So, I'll chair tomorrow?

Tomorrow, alright.
But not before.

Okay.

My friends, in various ways,

all of us here are
victims of the "Red Hand".

This evil organization is in disarray.

Its leaders are on the run.

We already know that.

However, it is useless
to cut the weed,

if you don't tear up the root.

It grows back thicker
and stronger than ever.

Scientifically accurate.

If we don't do the impossible

to eradicate the Kramm brothers,
they'll be back,

more powerful, more diabolically cunning,
more mischievous than before.

We must take action
instead of making speeches.

I'm getting there.

You took your time.

I suggest that we send an expeditionary
force against the Island of the Hanged.

And I request the honor to finance
on my own the cost of this operation.

I'd like to speak.

The deputy-chairman may speak.

Whatever you say,
I'm as rich as you, Fred.

It remains to be seen.

My family has suffered more than
yours from the "Red Hand's" machinations.

That's why the funding of this
expedition is rightfully mine.

Gentlemen...

no one will argue against this privilege
that your fortune turns into a duty.

So that weakness is not
born of our divisions,

I ask that you make war
by splitting the costs.

Decision adopted.

Let me say, my dear brothers,

that America does not hold
a monopoly on generosity.

You must learn that in 1415

a Buridan contributed to the Crown's
victory at Agincourt with his money.

Well?
- My family has already given.

So I'll share the rest of my fortune
with the poor. - Very well.

I will settle with a modest role
as chaplain of the expedition.

Bravo!

Decision adopted.

Gentlemen. France is no more
the financial power it used to be.

Although the war has weakened
its currency, it left her with heroes.

I suggest as Chief Commander
the Reserve Captain

Paganot.

Decision adopted.

You will need a fleet
to transport your troops, Commander.

All my ships are at your disposal.

Generous offer but impossible.
- Why so?

All your ships are loaded
to the brim with grain.

They sink into water
to the extreme limit of flotation.

Harry, maybe we could
rent him our silos?

The fight is not yet started and
we already have our war profiteers.

I won't let you!

Enough! Disputes between
allies are prohibited.

Decision adopted.

By the way, gentlemen, you're all wrong.
An armada would only encumber us.

To defeat the "Red Hand" on its
ground one ship will be enough.

At Trafalgar, England vanquished
thanks to her fire-power.

It is here neither a naval battle
nor a war of conquest.

This fight will be a duel
between savants.

The winner will still be the strongest.

No, the most inventive
and intelligent.

Who found this clunker?
- The Golden Dollar? - Yep.

It's Lord Buridan's private yacht.

It's a tug.
Why not a sailing boat?

Instead of a war ship we find this...

It's precisely what Mr Bondonnat asked for.

An oddball's boat coupled
with the ramblings of an old fool...

The expedition is
off to a good start!

For now, let's respect
the schedule and get aboard.

Beware! This crate contains
lamps extremely fragile.

I'm going with them.

We're waiting for you, Mr Bondonnat.

There are still many crates full of mirrors
and projectors. We can't leave them here.

The crew will take care of them.
Let's hurry.

What's on the menu?
- Bean soup.

Beans again!

And not a single mouthful of meat.
- You're wrong, comrade.

The beans are crawling with weevils.

Attention!

At ease, my friends! At ease!

And eat while it's hot!

You see, we have 12 machine gun nests
like this one here.

The state of alert is permanent.

Watch where you walk.

And the spirit of our troops?
- As tempered steel.

Right, my boys?
"Red Hand" always...? - Clean!

Gentlemen, we wish to reward your dedication.

Is there something you lack?

If we could have cigarettes...

We haven't smoked for months.

Tobacco is poison. The "Red Hand"
deprives you for your health.

Their silence speaks volumes
about their agreement.

Say...

Failing tobacco you will double
their ration of beans.

For the "Red Hand" leaders!
- Hip hip hourra!

They're good little lads...
Good little lads.

All of them ready to give their
lives for the organization, master.

It's a pleasure they will soon have.

What's behind all this?

When the chiefs go on a tour
it means bad times ahead.

And now, the beans are cold!

So it's true, Milord?
You really want to enter the priesthood?

The world has nothing more to offer me.

I only aspire to the infinity
of the sky to fool my boredom.

I will miss you, Milord.

Nothing forbids you getting a tonsure.

Impossible.

Harry has entrusted me with
a mission that suits me better.

I am responsible for introducing
poetry into the language of business.

So the board reports
will be written in verse?

Yes, like the bills, the memos...

and the summons to pay.

It's an exhilarating job where
everything has to be created.

After much thinking, I took
a decision, gentlemen.

The weapon we'll use will
be neither mortal nor disabling.

A sleeping gas?

Infeasible at sea because of the
eventual reversal of winds.

A blockade? Starvation would force
the Island's defenders to surrender.

We know nothing of their stocks.
They could last for years.

Let's reason by analysis.
What do people do during wartime?

They fight.
- True.

But to fight you must be willing.

It is this feeling that we will address.

I fell in love with
your father at first sight.

A scientist can't live only on love and
thin air. He must think about his work.

I'm not rich
but I possess some property.

That's great but I can't speak
for daddy if it's a love thing.

His heart is already mine.

What are you waiting for
from me then?

Your approval, Frιderique.

I'm asking you
for the hand of Mr Bondonnat.

I'm not afraid of you.

I've known for a while
that you don't want to harm me.

So you recognized me?

None of your disguises
has ever fooled me.

Not even this one?

For me you will always
wear the same face.

The face of the man
to whom I offered myself...

voluntarily.

You have regrets?

How could I regret the only
moment of happiness I ever had?

So you have loved me?

Passionately.

As strongly as I hated you later.

And now?

I... I don't know.

Look at me, Andrιe!

Unhand me!
You can't frighten me.

You can take off this
ridiculous mask.

Why?

Tell me why.

It was the only way to save you.

Baruch...

What will you do?

Whatever...

I only wanted to see you
one last time.

Baruch, I beg you,
do not commit another folly.

I'll help you.

I will save you, I will hide you.

Look at me, Andrιe!

Would you agree to leave with me?

Answer!

I'll do whatever you want, Baruch.

You swear it?

I swear, Baruch.

Thank you.

Where I am going, my love,
I will think only of you.

Be happy...

and forget me.

We're approaching the Island
of the Hanged, Commander.

Too much to my liking. We'll
soon be within reach of their rifles.

I'll have the lights
turned off to be safe.

Eat slowly.

The watchmen wish to tell you that
a suspicious ship is approaching, Master.

A warship?
- No, it's a strange vessel.

It looks too harmless,
it's probably a trap.

You know we're not army men, Torres.

We entrusted battle operations to you,
so do your best.

Count on me. I'll do everything
to repel the opponent.

We have no doubt about it,
my dear Torres.

However, you'll have
to face the hazards of war.

Master, a battle is never
a guaranteed victory.

Besides, it's the main
attraction of this job.

Of course, of course...

In case of defeat, my dear Torres,
you will have...

one last mission to accomplish.

At your orders, Master.

We do not want to fall
into the enemy's hands alive.

I understand.

No, no, it's not that, Torres.

Come on!
- Okay, follow me.

I've had...

200 kg of dynamite carried
inside the bunker's basement.

If the enemy tries to reach us...

you will raise this lever.

Be reassured.
The bunker will blow up.

With us.
This will be the end of a great dream.

"Red Hand" always clean!

Maybe we're panicking a
little too soon, don't you think?

We never know.

It's not too early to take precautions.

This laboratory is
the sum of all my knowledge.

If I ever lose it, you know...

I'll never get over it.
- Don't talk nonsense, Cornιlius.

Ten times we've started from scratch.
Once more will help us stay young.

The door!

Let's see how our clones behave.

We're likely to use them, Fritz.

They seem to behave wonderfully,
these little darlings. Look at mine!

They even have white hair.

Well, you have white hair too.

Really?

It's normal, don't panic.

I set up the machines to keep
them alive on our own heart rate.

Our clones grow old
at the same rate as us.

We're at the same time,
their double...

and their parents.

It would hurt me...

if we had to switch them off.

Just like me.
They gave me so much work.

Let's keep our spirits up, Cornιlius...

and wait for me.

Where are you going?
- To guarantee our future.

Stop! Hands up! Against the wall!

Turn round! Slowly.

Using cloud layers as relay mirrors...

we'll focus on The Island...

the sun-rays we have captured

and suddenly it will be
day in the middle of the night.

To what purpose?

Unexpected natural phenomena have
always made a great impression on people.

Canon on target, Commander.

Fire!

After the sun, the cold.
- Fire!

Then the darkness again, gentlemen.

And now, lightning!

It's only theatre, a phantasmagoria!

It has nothing in common
with a war operation.

Psychological conditioning is as
efficient as an artillery bombardment.

And now...

the voices!

Men of the "Red Hand"...

Listen to my voice.

It is the voice of reason.

You've been misled by criminals.

Greedy quacks...

asking you to die in their name.

Me, I ask you to live,
on the contrary.

Projection number one.

Projection sent, Commander.

Stay alive for your wives,
your mothers and your children.

Think about the warmth of
your recovered home.

Projection number two.

It's done, Commander.

Men of the "Red Hand"...

Your masters have
only tears to offer you,

blood and death.

We have no doubt about your courage.

But the real courage...

is sometimes to admit...

that you've been misled.

Say no to lies!

No to false prophets!

No to useless slaughter!

Gather up on the beach.

Drop your weapons.

Greet us as your liberators.

Together we'll crush
the bloody "Red Hand"!

It's now William Dorgan,
the billionaire, talking to you.

Maybe some of you are, like me,

inaccessible to good feelings,

and would prefer
money to beautiful promises.

I'll offer 1000 dollars
to every man who surrenders.

Surrender to me, Fred Jorgell,
and you'll have 2000 dollars.

Don't listen! 3000 dollars!
- 4000!

5000!
- 6000!

They understood nothing.
They'll screw up the operation.

Be reassured, Oscar.
They preach in the wilderness.

I cut off the microphone.

Get back to your posts!
Put the machine gun back in place!

I'll kill the first who refuses to obey!

No more beans!
Everybody to the beach!

It smells good. What is it?
- Bean soup.

Why? Don't you like it?
- I adore it.

You see.

Two others.

The bastards were running away.
We shot them like rabbits.

This Island is
really well-stocked with game.

You promised a reward?

I promised a reward, not three!

Is there a scientific method to
recognize the real ones?

None. We'll never know.

Once again the Lord
has overcome the Devil.

Good has vanquished evil.

You can now live your loves in peace

without fear that the "Red Hand" comes
to extinguish a deserved happiness.

Get ready to receive
the bridal benediction.

Let's hope my grandson
won't look like Baruch.

He'll look like my son.
- No, like my daughter.

My son.
- My daughter.

My son!

My daughter.
- My son!

My daughter.

What!

Where does that plane come from?

There's no land
in this part of the ocean?

No. None at all,

except the Island of the Hanged.

Harry...

The "Red Hand" leaders are dead,
aren't they?

timings : shaunx
proofreading : Corvusalbus
translation : aloysius70