All language subtitles for vampire_high_s01e17_loves_labours_not_lost

It's just the first draft.

I can improve it.

It's a solid effort, Meryl.

I've never written fiction before.

It's a touching story about love sought
and love denied.

You're dealing with the most complex of
human emotions here. Even fully matured

mortals have trouble grasping its
subtleties.

It's like I sense how my character
should feel, yet I can't seem to connect

those feelings.

The transformation from human to vampire
causes that disconnection, and that's

precisely what we're trying to restore
here.

Sometimes I think it's hopeless.

Like I've lost what I can never get
back.

Give it time.

Give it.

Is this a road up?

It's thunder.

Can you hear it?

Can't hear anything.

Are you all right?

I can't breathe.

It's just a murder.

It's just a murder.

When the great eclipse plunged the world
into darkness, the vampire race erupted

in a civil war.

The bloodthirsty fury battled with the
enlightened elders for domination of the

undead. In desperation, the elders
gathered up those young vampires that

be saved and entrusted them to me.

To humanize them, to tame their
instincts, and teach them how to live

mortals.

A creature of darkness.

A vampire's life could appear romantic
and exciting.

But to vampires themselves, their lives,
driven by instinctual needs, seem

stale and repetitive.

They long for change.

Thank you.

Okay, I'm here. So, uh, what's so
important?

Something strange happened with
Professor Murdoch on me.

You and Murdoch?

I thought this was about, uh, me and
you, you know, our appointment with

destiny. Marty, this is important.

Can you once, just once? Okay. All
right.

Fine.

Professor Murdoch was talking to me
about my short story, and then suddenly

began coughing and gagging.

Not bad, eh?

So much for your literary future.

He couldn't breathe.

I thought he was going to suffocate. I
just saw him, Meryl. He's fine.

I know, but it was weird.

Look, he pretends to lead this healthy
life, but he's probably sneaking out for

burgers and milkshakes.

Read the papers.

Come on, middle -aged men live unhealthy
lives. Get him jogging and eating

broccoli. He'll be fine.

Something else was odd.

Right before he started choking, he said
he heard thunder.

The night was perfectly clear.

Marilyn, Margaret, Marjorie.

Can you believe it?

What are you talking about?

Professor Murdoch met with me about my
math assignment.

He forgot my name.

He called me Marilyn.

I just looked at him.

He tried Margaret.

I gathered my books and stood up.

Marjorie, he said.

I turned, walked to the door, and said,
Do I look like a Marilyn, a Margaret, a

Marjorie?

He must be working too hard.

Looks like a storm coming.

Dr. Murdoch?

What are you all doing here?

It's 10 .30.

It's time for class?

Yes.

Yes, of course it is.

So, uh, what is it we're working on
today?

Uh, chapter five, Napoleon at Elba.

Right.

Dr. Murdoch?

Somebody call the doctor.

The doctor found nothing wrong.

Says Murdoch just needs some sleep.

Classes are canceled for the night.

Teachers away.

Vamps will play.

I'm going midnight bowling. You need
takers? For sure.

Hey, aren't we forgetting the rules
here?

A night of bowling has minimum human
contact.

Actually, a lot of people believe that
bowlers are another race entirely.

Like golfers.

You and bowling. Am I missing something?

The pins stand up so straight and tall.

I knock them down.

I don't know.

It speaks to me something very deep and
primal.

Want to come? No, a little too touchy
-feely for me. Hello?

What about Professor Murdoch?

He's aging. He'll be fine.

Catch up with you.

Drew, aren't you worried?

The man works two shifts.

He's run down.

Marty, come on.

The man's hearing things that aren't
there.

What do you want from me? I need to
investigate what's going on.

Hmm. A night out or rummaging through
Murdoch's office.

It's a tough choice.

Precisely the answer I expect from a
passive -aggressive.

Passive -aggressive?

Same old pattern, same old behavior.

What psycho -mumble -jumble are you
talking about now, Meryl? You're timid,

Marty. When faced with a challenge, you
put your head in the sand.

Typical.

Anything that's going on in his life
that might explain it. What was that?

Me.

Must have been the blood was off.

Stay away.

Stay away, please.

I'm looking for a woman who died over 30
years ago.

Best looking ghost I ever saw.

Love the bees, love the hair.

Very 70s.

How's Murdoch?

He's developed pneumonia.

Is he going to be okay?

They put him on antibiotics.

Well, does he know the woman?

He has no memory of her.

Doesn't know who she is or what she
could possibly want.

Well, did you read his mind?

It was a huge block.

I couldn't get through.

I don't know how anybody could block
beauty like that.

Extreme trauma.

Emotional pain.

Anything powerful enough to shut me out?

Nothing's matching her description.

Whoever she is, she can't be found.

Oh, here's the fact you can use in your
search.

I overheard the doctor say that Murdoch
had suffered from this condition before.

Yeah? The odd part is that he's had a
reoccurrence every year since 1971.

Okay, so he's chronic.

It's happened exactly on the same day,
same month, each time.

Well, then let's check today's date.

All right.

April 14th, 1971.

Let's see what mysteries lie beneath
this day in history.

Let me guess.

Sherry? Aren't you bowling?

I'd bowl a perfect game now. The
challenge is gone.

I thought you and her were over.

Maybe.

If you're not careful, you could kill
her.

I checked it out.

Vampires can love mortals without
putting them at risk.

Yeah, who says?

Tested it myself. I was right there
beside her, up close and personal, and I

didn't fang out.

Look, I wouldn't risk hurting Sherry. I
just want to be with her. You can

understand that.

All I understand is that love between
mortals is one thing. Love between

vampires and mortals is something
completely different. No, it can't be

different. The feelings are the same.
Right.

A mortal always risks killing the one he
loves.

I broke it off in an instant.

I never told her why.

You left it at that?

Yeah. I just vanished from her life.

Well, the first thing you have to do is
apologize.

I don't know.

What can I say without revealing the
truth?

You say, I don't expect you to forgive
me.

This is very important. Girls love it
when guys say that.

It gives them permission to keep being
angry at you.

Absolute surrender.

Exactly. And then you tell them you
treated them badly and that you're

to do anything to make it up to them.

That's it.

You got any gifts?

No,

that'll do. That'll do.

It comes across as very personal, very
intimate.

I drew it from memory. Besides, I
haven't sketched in years.

No, no, no, no.

It's perfect.

It shows that your love is raw and
passionate and like a rough diamond. And

need her to smooth the edges over.

Okay.

You think so?

Hey, it's a beginning.

We're dealing with a mortal here.

And a woman to boot.

I must have done about 50 searches on
the web trying to find out the

significance of April 14th, 1971.

You find absolutely nothing?

Well, on the contrary.

Come here.

On that very day in Milan, Italy, a
woman introduced the world's first

pizza.

No. No.

What we're looking for is something to
link the ghost to Murdoch.

Finally, the supernatural shoe is on the
other foot.

Ain't that news?

Don't even think about telling that to
the others.

Why not?

Because whatever we find out is private.
Doesn't concern anybody else.

Why are you protecting Dr. Murdoch,
Meryl?

He's my teacher, in case you've
forgotten.

Just what exactly is that pseudo -maven
of the mystical teaching you, anyway?

You're really a very boxed personality,
aren't you, Marty?

Cut out the psychobabble, Meryl. Your
sense of self is so limited, you'll do

anything for a cheap laugh.

Say anything to put someone else down.

When I think about it, it's really very
sad.

Okay. You can shut up now.

It's a sign.

It's some kind of message.

Okay. If ghosts can make drawers open
and close and make strange noises and

through walls, why can't they just tell
us the message instead of making us go

through all this?

Ghosts are non -corporal. All they can
do is manipulate energy.

So she likes fishing.

Great.

Cool it, okay?

Marty. So they knew each other.

Then why has he blocked her out?

Let me get another.

Sign. This would be so much easier if
she could talk.

Okay.

Now that's cool.

One second she's here, and the next
second she's gone.

Here's something from the Bulwark's
Guide to Ghosts and Goblins.

You mean somebody actually put ghosts
and goblins in the title of a book?

It's standard reference work.

The repressed memory of the haunty can
only be fully unlocked through the

intimate dialogue with the haunter.

So Murdoch has to talk to the ghost in
order to get his memory back.

Exactly. It'll help him unlock any
memories that might be locked in his

subconscious. And help us help him. Why
don't your books on vampiric lore sound

like they're badly translated from the
Romanian?

Because they were.

Well, it's time for a new edition.

You see much demand, Marty? Not for this
book.

Doesn't make any sense.

How is Murdoch supposed to talk to the
ghost when the ghost can't even speak?

To give voice to a ghost, a corporal
entity must allow the ghost to enter

body. In this manner, the ghost speaks
through the body of the corporal entity,

the host.

You gotta be kidding.

What? Nothing.

Uh -uh.

You read something.

It is cautioned that the ghost, upon
taking residence in the body, can refuse

to leave and takes possession of the
host's soul.

That would be you, Meryl.

It won't happen.

Why take the risk?

Because Murdoch's lungs are filling up
with water.

The doctors keep on emptying them out,
but they keep on filling up again.

Within 12 hours, both of his lungs will
be full of water.

And then?

Murdoch drowns.

We have to get him back to his room
before the nurse returns.

What if his ghost doesn't show up?

Then he dies. Well, don't do this,
please, I beg you.

Save your strength.

Where is she?

She'll come.

Hey, would it help if I sang?

She has to show.

She must.

There's a connection between the two
that won't die.

I can almost feel it.

If I could only feel it, then maybe...

Meryl?

Fred?

Can you hear me, Reg?

It's all right.

Reg, it's all right.

You can remember now.

The waves keep coming.

It's so cold.

I can't feel my fingers.

I can't hold on much longer.

You have to let me go, Rich. No. Please.

If you don't, we'll both drown.

No, never.

I can't. Oh, God, Chelsea, I can't hold
you. I can't hold you.

No!

Chelsea!

Look at me, Rach.

Look at me.

I came back each year trying to tell you
not to punish yourself.

But you wouldn't remember.

I couldn't live with that.

I know.

Tell me you can forgive yourself.

Can you forgive me?

It's love that makes it worthwhile.

And with love comes the possibility of
rejection and loss.

You're a card, Marty.

And one hell of a Ghostbuster.

My students must learn to know both love
and loss.

To feel them in all their complexity.

For only then can they become truly
human.