All language subtitles for Road To Avonlea s03e07 A Dark and Stormy Night

At midnight, the wicked count left the
ruined castle again, charging through

darkness, his eyes glittering like those
of a demon, his soul black and

malevolent, stricken by jealousy.

Death his only objective.

All this because some girl will pledge
her troth, whatever that is.

She won't marry him, and it's hard to
turn to stone. Not that you'd know

anything about passion.

A man possessed by twisted vengeance.

He's got a castle with a moat?

A thousand servants to bring him
whatever he needs.

I don't see why he's always riding
around in the dirt killing people.

The stench of death.

Unrequited love has driven him mad is
all.

You're a phooey on all that. If you want
me to stop reading, I will.

I'm only supposed to be staying here
while your parents are away so that

Felicity can start teaching me something
about running a household.

For your information, Sarah Stanley,
reading aloud to the children is a very

important part of running a household.

Aunt Hattie would never let me leave
Rose Cottage again if she knew I was

reading this magazine serial.

Get to the fighting and murder, will
you?

When he grimaced, his teeth flashed like
the razor -sharp canons of half -dark

dogs.

Peasants huddled by their hearths, their
doors locked against the stormy dark,

knowing Lord Dune had once more laid
claim to the night.

I didn't know he was listening.

Where do you think you're going? I'm
going to get Digger, of course. I forbid

it. The Hodgers let their dog run out at
night. It was mistaken for a wolf by

Mr. Armstrong.

That's the truth, Felicity.

Well, it's your fault, Sarah.

Well, I didn't want to read it anyway. I
wanted to read Aesop's Fables.

Fine, then we'll all go.

Cecil, you stay here and get Digger
comfortable.

Hey! I need sanctuary.

May I borrow your door, sir?

Sure, ma 'am. Usually.

Please, hide me.

I'm in grave danger, and there isn't
much time.

rampage a fellow's door and walk in.

Where is she? Do I have to snap you in
two?

You can't hide from me forever, Amanda
Stone!

Hey, this is my place.

Don't you trifle with me, boy.

chase you to the end of the earth if I
must.

Who speaks?

It's just a story. Lord Doom is real.

Anyway, he's in England.

We could all be set upon by thieves.

Killed and buried.

No one the wiser.

This is Avonlea Felix, not Montreal.

What are you doing here?

Not done?

He's a mean piece of work, that
gentleman.

That's where Captain Crane used to steal
rum and money.

Rutherford's a monster.

You're bleeding.

Nothing, ma 'am.

I bet they're going.

He might come back.

I'll take you directly to the constable,
ma 'am. We'll let the law handle it.

No, the law will take his side, even
though I am an innocent victim.

Please, you must believe me.

But you can't go out into the night
without protection. I beg of you, say

nothing of this to anyone.

It means my life.

Gus! Gus, are you in there? Gus Pike?

Gus Pike.

Thank you for your courage.

and your strength in my time of dire
need.

I feel certain we shall meet again.

What'd she do that for?

nerve just turning us out into the night
without a word of explanation.

She was very beautiful.

What do you know about beauty, Felix?

Nothing. She was beautiful.

I suppose they got that cut on his head.

Maybe Phil had a bet.

That husband probably knocked him in the
head and then robbed him without him

even noticing.

Oh, sure. Then she kissed him, praised
him for his courage, and ran off into

night. Some robbery.

Of all the people you could choose to
rob in Avonlea, Gus Pike is the last.

He hasn't got anything at all. He's
nobody important.

You just shut up about Gus Pike, Felix
King. You don't know the first thing

about it.

Goodness, it's a treasure.

They're obviously not real, Olivia.

Oh, far too garish to be genuine.

How do you know that?

Why, what if those rumors about old
Captain Crane finding a treasure are

Hedy?

Ezekiel Crane? Oh, that man couldn't
find the sky lying face upwards in a

in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.

I've never had a shirt with more than
three buttons before.

Oh, Gus.

Thanks, Miss Olivia. It's very fine.

Very fine.

Well, you know, Gus, it hardly took me
any time at all with my new sewing

machine. Oh, let me see.

Oh, well, no substitute for my own fine
hand stitching, mind you. But,

Olivia, what have you done?

I never asked for an abrupt taper there.

Well, Eddie, Gus is a young man, and he
cuts a fine figure.

Let us not forget that Gus's new
employment is one of service, Olivia,

glamour. I'd never have gotten a job if
it weren't for your letter of

recommendation, Miss King.

I'm sure you'll do very well at the
White Sands, Gus.

Oh, I most certainly will.

Off you go, my boy.

Remember, late for work, our duties will
shirk.

I'm halfway there immediately.

Miss King, could you watch my treasure
for me while I'm at work?

Certainly I will.

Good luck.

Goodbye.

He certainly is excited about that new
job, isn't he?

Treasure, indeed.

Though I suppose it couldn't hurt to...

ascertain their actual worth.

Yes, I'll take them to the jewelers in
Carmody while Sunday air.

Olivia, I haven't seen my magazine by
any chance.

Oh, you mean Death Rides by Night?

I don't bother with serials, if that's
what you're talking about.

Oh, no, just the occasional recipe and
political essays, of course.

Simple enough, boy. You clear the dirty
dishes off the tables and refill coffee.

Stop huffing, boy. You sound like an old
train.

I ran all the way, sir.

The White Sands, we don't confuse bustle
with industry, Master Pike.

Yes, sir.

Get to it, then.

The motto of the White Sands Hotel is
guests shall have it before they know

want it.

No, lad, I don't want any.

Well, mister, the idea is that you have
it before you want it yet.

More coffee, ma 'am?

Please, show nothing in your face, brave
Mr. Pike.

My enemy is nearby.

Act naturally.

Did you get what I left you last night?

Say nothing.

It is the last vestige of my family
fortune.

The man who has been following me works
for my late father's lawyer.

I am an orphan.

I'm near orphan myself.

Shh.

When my dear father died, the lawyer
took the opportunity to take everything,

including my mother, Jewel.

Well, I stole them back, and now
Rutherford has been sent to bring them

back. Intense. I should stand trial for
taking what has been in my family for

generations.

I am desperate.

I have nowhere to go.

No one to turn to.

Will you help me once again, dear Mr.

Pike? Meet me after this.

You didn't really think that old widow
disguise was going to fool me, did you?

haven't got the gems, Robert.

Perhaps not, Amanda.

But never forget, I'm like your shadow.

Patient, dark, and impossible to avoid.

Have you considered, Robert, that
shadows are also predictable and

Am I harming you? I think you know my
capability.

Perhaps.

You won't be quite so pretty when I'm
done with you.

Coffee, man?

You stupid punsy... What? Ah, you're
that lighthouse brat, aren't you?

Leverby. Getting a little desperate for
allies, aren't you? I'm extremely sorry

for any inconvenience, and I assure
you... Fine, fine, fine, fine. Just get

stripling away from me. Of course, he's
relieved of his duties immediately.

We'll meet again, sir.

You'd better hope not, boy.

How's your arithmetic?

You could be a clerk at the Carmody
Bank.

All right, till I run out of fingers.

Miss King will never let me hear the end
of it, losing that job on the first

day. She'll understand it was an
accident.

No, I guess not.

Come on, Gus.

You've got to tell me what's going on.

If you don't, Felicity will pluck out my
eyelashes one by one.

Put that away, Felix.

Miss King says smoking at a tender age
indicates vulgarity.

I should have known you were sent to
Skype me out.

My lips are sealed tight as a pyramid.

Question of a lady's honor.

I think this is pretty.

She's the most beautiful woman I've ever
seen.

Maybe there's some miracle mixture at
Washington that's clean like this thing.

Good afternoon, Sally Potts. We would
most surely be honored by your presence

Sunday dinner, Mr. Pike.

That's your house?

Me? Of course, Gus.

Mother's made a special occasion out of
it. We're having Steph Goose.

I'm in no mood for jokes, Sally Potts.

But Gus, it's with all the trimmings!

Pike, a moment of your time.

Don't worry. I didn't take no silverware
with me.

Nonsense. All a misunderstanding.

I hope you won't hold it against the
hotel, Master Pike.

But you just fired me. We'd like to
extend to you a complimentary suite. At

least until you're able to find more
suitable accommodations.

What? A person of your stature is
exactly the sort the White Sands must

cultivate.

Very good day to you, Master Pike.

How nice to see you.

Can we do something for you? I was
wondering if you had a shirt cleaner

cleans stains of a stubborn sort.

That don't cost too much?

Don't worry about the cost. Your
credit's good here.

It is?

You're out of your league.

In conflict with your betters.

Tell me where the gems are.

Or I'll break your arm.

You need a lot sharper teeth than that
to frighten me.

She'll play you for a fool.

Just like any other man or boy in long
pants who catches her fancy.

Oh, it's a fortune.

Though the jeweler in Carmody couldn't
say exactly what your jewels are worth.

Silly man just held them in his hand and
giggled. It was ridiculous.

I need them back, Miss King. Oh, no.

They're securely locked up in the post
office safe where they'll remain till we

can consult a solicitor and have them
properly deposited in an account for

But they're a gift to me, Miss King.

Oh, my.

So you'd be an idler, would you, Gus
Pike?

Well, I'll have you know that a gadabout
with money is a gadabout just the same.

Well, Miss King, everybody else is being
nice to me. I don't see why you can't

be, too.

Because I am no fair -weather friend,
Gus Pike, that's why.

Lord, if you can't even handle a job
pouring coffee, how on earth are you

to handle a fortune in gems?

No, no, they stay in the post office
safe, and that's fine.

Go on, kick.

I just spared your cooking ability,
Sarah Stanley.

How can I concentrate properly on a
recipe when you make me read aloud from

magazine all day?

Let's go ask Gus to take us all out for
a fancy dinner at the White Sands. He

can afford it.

Gus Pike will soon forget about all of
his old friends now that he's rich. You

just see if he doesn't.

Are you mad at poor Gus, Felicity?

She's conceived by jealousy.

She's consumed by jealousy, Felix.

I am no such thing, Sarah Stanley.

I'm just trying to be Gus's friend.

Don't you all see that Gus is in some
sort of trouble, and I've no doubt that

woman is behind it all.

If that's you, Rutherford, come out and
face me.

Digger. Digger, come to keep me company.

Attaboy. Why does Digger always feel
straight to God at night?

Because he always has a lot of fish guts
around.

So? Digger loves to rule in the world.

Rutherford fella tried to scare me off
of helping you.

But I ain't afraid of him.

Oh, you shouldn't be afraid of
Rutherford, Gus.

But I appreciate your help and your
trust.

Just by looking at you, a man can see
that you are a woman of virtue and

kindness. If she's a woman of virtue,
then I'm the Queen of Sheba.

He'll rue the day he messes with Gus
Pike, I tell you.

I don't doubt it.

But if you'll just give me the gem.

escape to the mainland tonight.

Oh, they're at the post office locked up
in the safe, Miss Stone.

But I'll get them for you tomorrow.

The jewels are hers.

Rutherford thwarts me every turn.

No, no, it's Miss Hattie King that's the
thwarter.

I'll do whatever it takes to help you,
Miss Stone.

See how noble God is.

He's meant it what he is.

Until tomorrow, then.

Be on your guard.

Tangling with Rutherford might mean you
leaving Avonlea forever.

If I was with you,

I wouldn't mind a bet.

The tramp!

Taking advantage of a poor cat like
that. He doesn't seem to be struggling.

He must be breathing out of his ears.

I'm going to follow that hattie and
demand that she let Gus alone.

I feel like I need to stay with Gus.

Only skull and daggery with no supper.

Losing my patience with you, boy. Out of
my way.

Come down up there.

Let's go at it, man to man.

You dickhead. Well...

if you want your friend.

I have to go warn Amanda.

But I haven't had supper yet.

I promised I'd protect you with my life.

You didn't promise her my life.

Eddie, returning the gems to Gus is the
right thing to do.

Two women and a handful of jewels in the
middle of the night is absurd.

Olivia, I don't know how I let you talk
me into this ridiculous gesture.

Betty, you treat Gus as a responsible
adult and he'll behave responsibly.

Oh, I don't believe he's home.

Well, I suppose we could leave him a
note.

Dear Gus, your treasure is hidden here
beneath the doormat. Of course, he

doesn't have the doormat.

I know.

We'll just keep the jewels for him
overnight.

We will?

Well, I shan't sleep a wink.

Oh, no.

Well, where is that dreaded boy,
anyways?

Betty, you worry too much. This is
Avonlea, not Boston.

Come on.

I'll keep them under my pillow, Olivia.

All right. I'm not going to leave them.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Methley, the hour
being so late, but I'm afraid I need my

key. We are here only to serve, Mr.
Oates.

That certain Mr.

Rutherford was asking after you earlier
this evening. I told him you'd gone out.

He seemed most anxious to speak with
you.

Oh, I don't want to see him, Mr.
Methley.

I'm afraid I can't deal with bankers and
lawyers now.

Please, you do understand.

I need to quiet.

Of course, Miss Stone, of course.

Thank you.

Please reconsider, Flint. We don't even
know what room she's in.

What are you children doing here?

Mr. Methley, I demand another room
number of the woman who just came in

You demand?

Young lady, do your parents know where
you are?

Out.

Go home.

Mr. Methley, I'm afraid we must speak to
her.

She's in grave and immediate danger.

Write a note, and I will deliver it.

We must deliver the message personally.

It will reflect badly on the hotel if
she's not warned.

You could escort us upstairs.

All right, then. In that case, I will
accompany you to her room.

This is Miss Stone's room, number 20.

Service! It sounds very important, Mr.
Methley.

If she thinks she can buy the affections
of a poor boy like Gus Pike, well, a

caring friend won't stand for it.

You know, Felicity, you sound more and
more like Aunt Hetty.

Miss Stone?

She has to be in there.

We didn't see her leave the hotel.

What are you doing?

Saving Gus from that woman.

And from himself.

We can't just break in.

You better keep an eye out for Mr.
Methley.

I don't know if this is such a good
idea.

I know.

I'll go speak to Mr. Methley.

And I'll tell him that we think that
Miss Stone is sleuth.

Then he'll have to let us in.

And then we'll go.

Mr. Rutherford? Yes.

Has the lovely young lady from room 20
returned?

Yes, sir. She's retired for the night.

I wish I could count on that.

Beg pardon, sir?

Nothing. I'll take my key.

And I'll turn in for the evening.

If you leave your boots outside the
door, sir, our valet service will return

them to you before breakfast.

Ever since you got rich, things are a
lot more exciting.

Shh. Quiet, will you, Felix?

It's no bother, Mr. Rutherford.

It's me.

Good night.

She has all these tools.

English skin cream.

Rouge from Paris.

French perfume.

I'll bet without all the plain -of -the
-church mouth.

And all these keys.

Vicious, don't you think?

Haven't I said as much from the first we
saw of her?

Stop right there, Robert.

I guess you think you've won.

Save your breath, Amanda.

I'm impervious to your wiles.

You don't have the gems.

I'm never going to give up.

And you can't escape.

No matter where you go. Every time you
turn around, I'll be there watching.

You made a big mistake when you took on
Robert, Robert.

Go get Mathly.

Lever B.

I said Lever B.

I'll have at you again. What's going on
here?

Amanda Stone, I hereby arrest you for
the theft of the Van Dusen jewels.

You can't arrest no one.

Oh, no, boy.

I'm with the McGrath Detective Agency of
Boston, hired by the family.

And what's more, you, boy, are under
arrest for aiding and abetting,

stolen goods.

And interfering with an officer of the
law in the line of his duty.

So then the bad guy... Lord Doom.

Goes out for these horse rides when it's
a full moon.

All dressed in black, killing people.

On account of a broken heart.

Oh.

I know it sounds stupid, but that's the
story.

Gus.

Gus, are you listening?

Meanwhile, the good guy, Sir Basil
Oxenford, is digging a hole, figuring

Lord Doom will walk along and be
captured.

Hurry up now, Constable. I am most
disappointed with you. Oh, no.

Teddy's come to wrap you up.

Irresponsible police work, lady
Constable.

Look in, Teddy. I'm arrested.

Get him out of there this instant.

Miss King, they're arrested.

Gus Pike is an accomplice to a world
-famous jewel thief, and Mr. Methley is

charging young Felix here with
trespassing.

Mr. Methley has seemed fit to change his
mind.

After a brief chat with me... Here, read
this.

Gus Pike, it's obvious. He had no idea
those gems were stolen when he accepted

them.

Clearly, that Amanda Stone woman has
taken advantage of his helpful nature.

That's not true.

Now, Gus, I'm trying to help you.

I'll never believe Miss Stone to be a
criminal. She's been wronged.

McGrath man says you're not the first
young lad who's had his head turned by

Amanda Stone.

Oh.

Well, I am sure that the Attorney
General will be most interested to know

his constabulary is now taking direction
from the McGrath Agency of Boston.

The fact is, those jewels were
unaccounted for. They were not in Miss

room, and they were not in the post
office safe this morning.

Well, a proper policeman might have
considered asking the postmistress a

question or two and so would have
discovered that I have the jewels.

Here.

I tried to return them to Gus last
night, in fact, but he wasn't at home,

see. Miss King, those jewels are the
rightful property of Miss Stone. I know

that. Oh, don't be absurd, boy.

Hurry up now, Constable.

I am most disappointed with you, boy.

Ranging in those ware all hours of the
night.

Sorting with ruffians and cavorting
about hotels.

Going to jail, of all things.

Just when I was going to feel like a
real criminal. That's enough, Felix.

Quick march. Good day to you.

It's written all over her face.

Amanda Stone's soul is black with crime.

There he is with our burglar's jewels.

Gus? Why don't you come and join us for
dinner?

I just feel like being alone for an
hour.

I've never heard anything so ridiculous.

You're going to moon over this strange
woman while your friends are...

Nothing quite like honed steel, is
there?

What do you want?

I have Amanda.

If you do not bring me the gems, I will
kill her.

I'll bring the body back here.

I'll make it seem as though you did it,
and by God, I guarantee you, you will

hang for it.

Amanda for the gems.

Tonight, at the old cemetery, after
dark.

Do you understand?

He said if I didn't give him the gems
tonight, he'd kill Amanda.

I don't think the police are supposed to
do that, are they? Even detectives.

Then he said he'd make it look like I
did it.

Do you think Amanda's innocent?

I don't think so.

We should tell Aunt Hetty. No, I can't
do that now.

It's too complicated and dangerous.

I have to help Amanda myself.

I can't let Rutherford hurt her.

You can't give him that.

It's all I have.

It'll have to be enough.

I know.

We use Mother's jewelry to save Amanda.

Felix. Felicity, you don't want the
blood of that poor woman on your hands,

you?

What about these?

That's just a ticket, Felicity. Now
you're getting into the spirit of

Felicity.

Lord Doom has set a price of a thousand
pounds on poor Sir Basil's head.

Is that in the recipe section?

Yes, it is.

I'm reading this rubbish merely as
ammunition in order to write a letter of

protest to the editor, you see.

I've noticed that every time we try and
help someone, we end up in trouble.

Gus?

Who is it?

Do you have them?

Thank you.

Do you really think this is going to
work?

Could be days before Rutherford finds
out they're not the real gems.

You shouldn't do this alone, Gus.

You need friends to help you.

Too dangerous.

And what if she asks you to go with her?

What? She won't stay in Avonlea.

She'll want to leave.

Maybe she'll want you to go with her.

Will you?

I don't know.

Would it matter to you?

Not in the least, Gus Pike.

What you do with your life is your own
business.

But I'll tell you one thing.

As a friend who has some concern for
your well -being, that Amanda Stone

is nothing but trouble, head to toe.

Felicity, this is not a fort right...

If you like him, why don't you just tell
him? If I like who?

God. Don't be ridiculous.

Well, he likes you.

Really?

I intend to set my sights much higher
than a dirt -covered boy who lives in an

old lighthouse.

Felicity King, what a terrible thing to
say.

I can't possibly mean that.

I'll thank you to mind your own
business.

You think you're the big authority on
romance in Avonlea. Well, you don't know

everything. I know what I see.

This charcoal?

If only we knew his plan.

Well, we know enough, I think.

We'll take bigger.

Yes, we hate that detective.

Cecily. I know. Stay here.

And if we're not home by midnight, you
go and get help.

Come on, Felix. Hurry.

I haven't finished eating my... All
right, let's go.

What would I want, boy?

Where's Miss Stone?

I'm all right, Gus.

Where are the gems?

This way, boy.

Not until I see Miss Stone.

There she is.

There's my property.

Miss Stone, are you all right?

Oh, do as he says, Gus.

He's a monster.

Where are the gems here, boy? Or by God,
I'll bash your head against these

stones.

Robert? Yes!

Yes! This is it.

I told you it had to be the boy. Who
else could it be?

There's a good lad.

Miss Stone, what's going on?

I knew it.

I tried to tell everyone, but no one
would listen to me.

Let go, Amanda.

Mr. Rutherford and I were partners.

We had a falling out. Harsh words were
spoken.

Yes, a little double cross, which she
now regrets, don't you, my sweet?

Yes, of course, Robert.

He's as tenacious as a bloodhound. I
suspect he's in love with me.

Oh, let go!

Let her go, boy.

Oh, he'll hurt you. I won't be able to
stop him.

For God's sake, I'm tired of you. I'm
going to thrash you within an inch of

life.

Just like Sir Basil caught evil Lord
Duman deathwise by night.

Hey, I told Gus about that.

afternoon. I digged that hole and hauled
him up. My back's pretty near broke.

I owe you a great debt once again, Gus.

He took me captive and he told me he was
going to kill you and I couldn't bear

the thought of that.

Was he holding you captive when you
helped him tear apart my home today?

He took me there by force.

And who was it who told him about the
captain's secret hiding place?

I wasn't about to believe her again.

That would make me stupid.

I guess I owe you all an apology.

Especially you, Felicity.

You knew from the beginning.

Everyone knows that I'm a shrewd judge
of character, Gus.

I was telling Sarah that despite your
lack of prospects, your inner strength

would see you through.

Didn't I, Sarah?

Yes.

And I want you to know, I appreciate it.

I'll never again lose sight of my true
friends just because of a pretty face.

These aren't the real gems.

Where are they, you bloody fool?

Safe.

In the Morgdale Constable's safe.

Robert!

Robert! Robert!

Robert!

Robert!

Aren't you forgetting something?

Give me one good reason why I should
bother with you.

The Morgdale Constable's safe.

Should be an easy job for the two of us.

When I woke up, the

gems were gone.

Should have told the truth about those
gems in the first place.

Careful, Er. Don't need another one.

Well, I'll tell you one thing. If mother
and father ever find out, they'll never

leave Avonlea again.

I suppose they'll be far away by now.

And good runes to them.

I'm sorry I got you into this mess.

I'm just worried that Miss Stone escaped
punishment.

Well, the constable will be after them
now. What I want to know is what

to Lord Doom after he fell into the pit.

When the villagers looked down at the
cat's crumpled body, his black clothing

stained by scarlet blood in the
torchlight, they could see that the fire

eyes was not dampened, and that fire was
a fire of madness.

The fire that had sent him out in the
night on his bloody rampages to ride his

black horse in search of victims was
jealousy for the love of a pure maiden

could not obtain.

gave Amanda Stone, I'll change it to the
end of the earth.