All language subtitles for Johanna 2005

Reporting to headquarters.

Report confirmed, roger.

A bus has exploded.
There are lots of casualties.

The bomb expert
has already checked the area.

- Are there fluids in the stomach?
- No.

Stay calm. The nurse will be with you soon.

Let me see.

Don't move. Give him a glass of water.

A bandage, please.

Are you bored?

The emergency drill is over.

The dead and the injured have suffered.

Let them now get up

and walk away with a bright face.

Our strength was challenged
by this exercise.

You are all heroic volunteers.

Relax, it is over now.

Please stand in line, no need to hurry.

- The sunlight will cheer you up.
- Please stand in line, no need to hurry.

It is peaceful and warm outside.

- Please stand in line, no need to hurry.
- You can go and get washed now.

No need to hurry, no need to hurry.

Be it from the north or the south,
we are well-prepared.

We can deal with any attack.

We are well prepared.

Who are you, my little angel?

It is me.

This is a drug paradise.

Now I can relax.

You can cheer me up, sweet morphine.

Come, tender vein.

Let the needle find you.

Flow, liquid. Mix with my blood.

I will find the spot and pierce it.

Flow through my body, fabulous drug.

I wish you were my mother,

to be with me

and help me through this night.

I am flying in inner space.

I am rising.

I am weightless. I float like oxygen.

The Creator has forsaken me.

I am floating above the moving Earth.

Floating, floating,

I am like oxygen.

I am floating, floating,

floating, floating,

floating, floating.

I am like, I am like

oxygen.

You didn't get washed properly.

The Earth is not washed
by any shower, either.

Don't be scared.
Nod your head if you can hear me.

Speak to me.

Hello, what is your name?

What is your name?

- Hello!
- Johanna.

Please let me sleep.

Johanna! Johanna!

Johanna!

She is beyond the point of no return.

Her sins vanish in a deep dream.

Wake up. Wake up.

Johanna.

She is already leaving us.

She dreams of snow-covered mountains.

I lost her heartbeat.

I will be surprised if she comes around.

Your heart beats like a drum.

You came around.

You came around.

I wanted you to wake up for me.

Please lie down.

Keep still.

- Please lie down.
- Keep still.

What happened? All my memories are gone.

I was told I had an accident,

and yesterday they called me Johanna.

The Creator has forsaken me,

and I felt like oxygen.

To be born once, to be born many times.

Now the womb is swallowing me again.

This mystery

petrifies me

and, unperceived, decides my destiny.

I long

for this bed of steel

so I can hide from God.

This steel coffin locks me in.

This steel coffin locks me in.

Keep your cold knives and hands off me.

I swear to be good.

I am reborn. I look up.

Who knows what lies ahead of me?

I am to scatter seeds
on this barren Earth.

Now I am called for the second time

by my invisible Creator.

I am awakened.

Johanna is a miracle.

She can go home
as soon as we sign the release form.

No, no, no, no, no.
Only if we can cure her of her illness.

No, she must stay.

She has no address, no clothes, no friends,

no relatives, no ancestors.

Back on the streets,
she will use drugs again.

That is her problem.

As far as I am concerned,
she can go and sell her body.

I am going to change her,
even if it costs me my life.

You'll see.

I will take responsibility

and train her as a nurse.

So be it. Johanna stays with us.

From today she will work
in the children's ward.

That is to say, in my ward.

A typical task of the nurse.

The patient has a fever.
You take the temperature.

You check the pulse.

If it is too high,

you call the doctor immediately.

This is how you insert an IV.

You see?

And who will take care of me?

Sweetheart, as a drug addict,

you really should know

which drug makes your miserable life

seem sweeter.

If I see you near the drug dispensary again,

I will break your arm.

Who are you?
I haven't seen you here before.

How long are you staying?

Until I am better.

You are just like us.

- Just as weak.
- Are you?

The only incurable one.

The machine is so loud.

I can't sleep.

I want a sleeping pill.

Help me! It hurts so much.

I wonder if the liver has arrived.

What liver?

I don't want someone else's liver.
I would rather die.

Didn't you agree to the operation?

Yes, but I have changed my mind.

I beg you, Johanna.

Please help me.

I cannot.

If I did, my luck would turn.

I must be grateful for my good luck.

- Is it good for you?
- It is better than nothing.

Please cure me.

Heal me without knives.

So be it.

You will leave your sin behind.

But before that, let me heat you.

Let me treat you just for one night.

Just for one night.

I am the only one who can help you.

I am the only one.

The only one.

I promise.

You will enjoy life as a newborn child.

Am I cured?

As though you were never ill.

Everyone is cured by Johanna.

People nursed by her are happy.

Her goodness is like the summer rain.

It is good to bathe in it.

Her goodness is like the summer rain.

It is good to bathe in it.

It is good.

It is good.

It is good.

You are so pale.

The sun does not shine in here.

Take more time for yourself.

I dedicate my time to others.

I understand.

But I need you too.

Everything I do, I do it for you too.

I try to do my best.

You do your best for me?

Some things I just cannot do.

Stay.

Stay, stay.

Stay, stay.

I am going. The children are waiting for me.

Let's see the cross.

Dumitru is in a good position.

We got away with it.

There's a big scramble there.
It could still be a goal.

The Romanians are winning.
I can't believe it!

We helped them score.

Niculae scored the goal in the fifth minute.

Did you hear?
The guy with cirrhosis recovered.

All I know is the girl slept with him.

After making a quick break...

- He went for the girl.
- He broke the rule.

He slipped in slowly and...

Scored a goal.

I think she is a witch doctor.

She is not. She is a saint.

Miracles still exist.

Only a fool would deny

that healing hands perform miracles.

Now I do truly believe

that the girl is a saint.

Since she has been here,

- she has brightened our enslaved lives.
- Yes, she has.

Johanna takes us to heaven.

Where are you taking him?

- For a blood test.
- Oh, go along, then.

A patient is missing from your ward.

Do you know where he could be?

I think I do.

Where are we now?

- Why? Are you scared?
- A little bit.

What is that noise?

Hush, the children are sleeping.

Their souls are floating in the ward.

Man constructs. God is constructed.

Which of the two is the Creator?

Who did God choose to be his soldier?

I am the one, but I'm so exhausted
that my forehead is white as snow.

While all the others are happy outside,

kindness is my weapon and my burden.

Let the mean world shed its skin.

A worm is eating it up.

I am the one who changes things here.

I move from bed to bed silently.
My faith is infinite.

My numb body is being torn apart.

My suffering is infinite
while the silent skies are empty.

In my tiny breast
the hot milk of goodness is sleeping.

In the heat of the battle
my glory floats away.

This is my lullaby.

No, this is a song of self-deception.

Hush, there will be a scandal.

It is always like this. They are not tolerant.

But this is a wonderful game.
A wonderful game.

A wonderful game.

Love is bound to fail in this world.

Thousands of patients die day by day

in the hands of life's masters.

They lack the tools for their great purpose

because they can't find love
within themselves.

Love.

Love.

Love.

I am completely cured.

Don't be fooled, the situation is critical.

Examine me again!

Believe me! Believe me!

This is the third case this week.

Believe me!

It is impossible to work like this.

Johanna was with me. Call Johanna.

She performs miracles every day.

The crippled walk, the blind see.

She touches my skin
and I no longer need a pacemaker.

- Tie him down.
- Johanna was with me.

- Call Johanna.
- Tie him down.

- She performs miracles every day.
- Tie him down.

- The crippled walk, the blind see.
- Tie him down.

She touches my skin
and I no longer need a pacemaker.

Silence! Silence!

Do you see what I see?

The heart is healthy,
the blood vessels flawless.

His dirty blood flows smoothly in his veins.

The whore!

Go and get her.

She has a gift, but no respect

behind the mask of goodness.

Johanna

is starting a revolution.

Go to surgery immediately.

The sickest patient is waiting.
Only you can save him.

The sickest of all the patients.
I wonder who it is.

I'll go if you ask me to.

You are the greatest among us anyway.

Hurry up.

The doors are opening and closing

and I wash my hands behind each of them.

One more and I will be locked up.

Where is the patient for whom I have come?

He is standing right in front of you.

Stay away from me.

We heard some rumours
about you, Johanna.

You sleep with patients hungry for manna
under the blanket of night.

What do you care if I sleep with them?

And then the sun, bringing blessings,
rises above our head.

Be happy for every single patient
who recovers.

If you love me as well,

I will forget your sins.

But if you don't,

you will be thrown out
through the hospital garden,

and you can go back on the streets.

Desire overcomes you.

I would burn you with my flame.

No, no, no! Not with you!

Not me!

It is not my duty
to be with the healthy. Never!

Stay where you are.
You don't know what love is.

You are the problem.

What did you expect?
I happen to be flesh and blood.

Good for you.

Then as of tomorrow,
you have no place here.

Johanna, who cures everyone.

Johanna, who cures everyone.

Johanna, who cures everyone.

Johanna, who cures everyone.

Johanna, who cures everyone.

Johanna, who cures everyone.

Johanna, who cures everyone.

Johanna, who cures everyone.

- Where are you going?
- Don't touch me, I am fragile.

- You are flesh and blood.
- I am made of crystal.

Take us with you.

Take us with you.

- Don't come closer.
- Take us with you.

- Take us with you.
- No, no, no!

- Not me! Not me!
- Take us with you.

Here she is, neither woman nor man.

Hers is the naive language of goodness.

- Her mercy is endless.
- She is neither beautiful nor ugly.

Hers is the naive language of goodness.

Her mercy is endless.

Hers is the naive language of goodness,

but she inclines towards evil.

- Johanna is guilty! Johanna is a whore!
- Keep your hands off her!

Johanna is a whore!

Keep your hands off her!

Bring a scalpel!

Bring a scalpel!

- Johanna is guilty! Johanna is a whore!
- Keep your hands off her!

Johanna is a whore!

Keep your hands off her!

Let's run to the urology department!

This is a madhouse.
Our hospital is on the brink of insanity.

Madness has spread everywhere.

The frenzied mob is following her.
Johanna is the leader of evil.

- Where is she? Where is Johanna?
- Nowhere.

Nowhere. She ran away.

Let's catch her and end this madness.

Who will catch her?

I will do it personally.

I will find her, and if she is still alive,

I will convince her to join our ranks.

Kill her! Kill her! Kill her!

Or the fools will destroy everything.

Insanity will rule.

Every corridor

has turned into a wasteland

with barricades everywhere.

My love is escaping in a white uniform.

I am on her trail. I can even smell her.

We could make such a beautiful couple

and fight hand-in-hand,
together against all challenges.

We could control all the mad people.

I have a weapon,

two needles.

I will hold them

until I find Johanna.

Watch your step. Watch your step.

These are dangerous grounds.

Be careful. Watch your step.

Slip through. Hold your breath.

Be careful. Watch your step.

Watch your step.

Slip through, hold your breath.

Slip through, hold your breath.

Be invisible. Be invisible.

Then you will reach the light.

Be invisible and you will reach the light.

Who are you?

Who are you?

The truth gives me strength.

You yawned.

You blushed.

Let us sleep.

Soon you will be fine.

You will fly to Heaven,

dismissed from your position on Earth.

I was not good enough for you.

And if you are not mine,

be like oxygen,

be like oxygen,

be like oxygen.

It had to happen. This was the right thing.

Your death is convenient for everyone.

We will tell stories about your heroic fight,

how you worked among the crippled.

- Wicked girl, wicked girl.
- Wicked girl, wicked girl.

- Wicked girl.
- Wicked girl.

Wicked girl.

Your heroic fight
is another brick in the system.

Your death is beneficial for all.

Your death is beneficial for all.

It is beneficial for all.

Once there was a saint called Johanna

who failed because of her infinite goodness.

The Earth at first welcomed her gift

and then it swallowed her small body.

Infinite goodness was her failure

and the Earth swallowed her small body.

It was not worth it, it was not worth it,

it was not worth it.

If you feel like being good again,

think twice and forget your fantasy.

Goodness does not heal.

You can witness evil but you can't fight it.

It was not worth it, it was not worth it,

it was not worth it.

Better to be a murderer

than a saint.

In the end the Eternal will judge you.

Infinite goodness was your failure.

You don't need to tell the world

that you were not guilty.

You don't need to be a messenger.
You don't need to be a legend.

There is no need to note anything down.

You don't need to believe the masses.

They will steal your bones

and resurrect you.

The exhausted Earth sighs for her.

Everyone had her, yet no one did.

No one did.