All language subtitles for I.Escaped.From.Devils.Island.1973.1080p.BluRay.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]

Davert. Davert.

Yes?

You gotta help me.
I'm gonna kill that guard.

They won't be able
to execute me.

They'll have to
give me a new trial.

Any you can be my witness.

Lebras, I've told you.
And I've told you.

I'm against killing.

I'm against killing, too.

I'm against killing me.

Detail, halt. Cell
18. Prisoner Lebras.

Don't go in there,
he'll kill you.

Damn you, Davert.

God damn you!

Prisoner Lebras, it is time.

Step forward!

Get him.

Prisoners, on your knees,

before the guillotine.

The condemned prisoner
is ready for execution, Major.

Murder, all killing is murder!

The armies of France

and its allies

have been victorious.

An armistice has been declared.

A general amnesty on all death
penalties has been proclaimed.

By the authority of the President of
France and the Minister of Justice.

Your sentence is commuted
to life imprisonment.

You bastard.

You inhuman bastard.

All prisoners previously
under sentence of death

will serve out
their life sentences

at hard labor in the maximum
security penal colony,

on Devil's Island.

All right.
All right.

No. No, I'm
not finished.

No, no, I'm not done!

There's nothing to look at.

All right, you've had enough
time to feed your ugly faces.

Now get work. All
of you. Left turn. Go.

Forward march, go!

Lebras, butcher.
One skinny knife.

Davert, butcher, one cleaver.

Lebras, you killed
the wrong hog.

This is trouble, Lebras.

That hog's a friend
of Sergeant Grissoni.

A good friend.

Yes, you know about
hogs, Brescano.

Your mother raised them.

Now you got his clothes off. I
see why Grissoni likes the hogs.

Open 'em up. We see
if he got any guts.

Maybe he missing
a liver like his friend.

Son of a whore.

I won't dirty my hands with you.

I know about some little man

who can kick your ass
and wash your mouth.

Lover of pigs.

Send two men if
they are like you.

My man kill hogs
and lovers of hogs.

Prisoner Caballe.

Twenty francs on my
small little friend,

if you can get 'em
from your mother.

Money for you, butcher.

Lebras, you beat him,

or you spend every
night for a week in the box.

Finish him up,
or I'll finish you.

The dealer has 17.

He takes some over here.

A slap on the ass.

Just a card.

Ouch, that hurt Tommy.

Banker pays, don't you, Daddy?

Deal him out.

Well, what's the matter?
You the only one around here

that's supposed to win?

I play cards for
fun, win or lose.

Let's talk and
I'll buy you a drink.

Two from the bar.

I see a man, playing a
card and playing to win.

Man has no fancy, boy.

Man, he don't drink or
smoke the dream pipe.

Man don't bet on
our feathered friends.

The man I'm talking about has a
life sentence on this island of ours.

I say to myself, I say now,

what for this man
save his money?

For his old age?

Well, that's the old story.
The ant and the grasshopper.

Never heard it.

The man I'm talking about,
only one thing interests him.

Escape.

The hell it does. No man ever
escaped from Devil's Island.

A few have tried.

They brought 'em all back
and buried 'em up on the hill.

Nobody's gonna ever
escape from Devil's Island.

The sharks, the sea, the
jungle, they see you dead first.

Tono Lebras...

Now he's too smart
for such crap.

I've made my home
at Devil's Island.

We're the sweet creams
of the jails of France.

We the lion.
They the sheep.

Look, you collect my overdues
for me for a percentage.

Like for the Belgian
in the old days. Eh?

What you say?

I'll let you know
when I'm ready.

But you stay away
from that punk, Jo-Jo.

And the Arab. They give you
bad name and maybe worse.

Man can't be a lion if
you don't have the sheep.

Pelliserre.

You learn nothing, eh?

Well,

we cut your hair like
a new arrival, huh?

No talking, Pelliserre.

No talking, uh?

We let the sun teach you
the rules all over again.

There are no rules in the penal
code against prisoners talking.

This one knows the
rules better than we do.

Perhaps he has something to say.

Let's hear him.

Start talking son-of-a-bitch.

And you, Communist,
stop looking.

Share your wisdom with us.

What do the rules say about a
son-of-a-bitching prisoner who talks

all the time?

Start talking.

Why beat us, comrade?

Why beat us and let the
higher-ups keep clean hands?

We should stand together.

Not apart.

Where are we different?

Same sun.
Same hours.

Can you do this to me?

Can you beat on me?
Answer me, you piece of shit!

Can you feel that?

One of us is the guard,
the other, the prisoner.

Nobody have much
trouble telling which is which.

Silence! Silence!

The leader of the Communist
League still has the floor.

What'll our comrades
gonna say when we come

crawling back to Europe
on our knees, huh?

Are we fit to
lead the revolution

after having kissed
the capitalist ass

and begged for pardons?

Talk about the capitalists.

Ah, I piss on Rosenquist.

I want Davert.

Lebras wants him alone.

You go back and you tell him
or I'll cut your friend to pieces.

Don't be naive, comrades.
The government will twist

and distort our petitions into
apologies and recantations.

And those who betray the
revolution will be branded traitors.

We are now branding
traitors, Rosenquist?

Just like the government
that put us here?

Our comrades will be
trained by our weakness.

Lebras.

Lebras.

Get out of here.

I owe you an explanation
for betraying you.

I've been saved. Hey,
you saved my ass.

If I had killed that guard, it would
have been Madam Guillotine for sure.

And no chance of amnesty for me.

You were lucky.

No, we were both lucky.

But you saved my life.

Tono Lebras pays
his debts to his friends

and his enemies.

Now you listen hard. We're gonna
sail out of here. I'm taking you with me.

It's all set.

You're my luck.

Look, Lebras, I can't leave now.

They're... They're
preparing to pardon politicals.

I mean, we're preparing
a petition right now.

Fuck them.

You can die waiting.

Lebras, if I escape now,
the chances for a pardon

will be gone.

I can't betray my friends.

Your friends?
What friends?

I can cut you up right now.

Why aren't they coming out
here to save your ass, huh?

It's not that simple.

The hell, it isn't.

Now, you think about it.

All by yourself.

And, Davert,

you've been lucky for me.

I'm gonna be lucky for you.

Hey, hold it steady, will you?

Any nick in this thing could
be the one that sinks us.

Listen, what the hell are we
cutting all these extra hides for?

You know your
friend ain't coming.

Who says he ain't coming? I ain't
even finished talking to him yet.

Talk, talk, talk. That's all
we've been doing is talking.

Listen, if he ain't coming,
I wanna shut him up.

Now, come here.

Now, he's got Bolshevik
underground contacts.

He can get us papers and
smuggle us into France.

Now, we've got the first half of
this thing all worked out, right?

Now he can get the
second half fixed.

All right.

Here comes,
Mr. Spit.

Look, you keep him busy
until we get this hide out of here.

You know how to do it,
just sing his favorite song.

I just thought you should
know about a friend of yours.

Sergeant Zamorra's
new bosom buddy.

Don't you play about with me,
you piece of shit. Out with it.

Sergeant, you have such
strong hands, Sergeant.

You Corsicans are all alike.

You don't know
your own strength.

How's it coming? Good, Lebras.
Here.

Hey, Jo-Jo, get outside
and be a lookout.

Four hides is not
gonna be enough.

We're gonna need one more.

I still say your
friend ain't coming.

Four hides should be enough.

Brescano's gonna get
wise to something.

We killed three weeks
supply of beef already.

It's starting to
stink in this heat.

It could be worse. We could
have to stay around and eat it.

That light, looks like it came out
from underneath that hay stack.

Get that lantern.

Oh, no, Lebras.

Get out of here. You
get the fuck out of here.

You finally found
yourself a fancy boy.

Your best Britons.

Lebras, we give it up now, huh? I
mean, he's gonna squeal for sure.

They'll put us on
the shit list. Escapers.

They'll work us to death in
the salt pens with the politicals.

Yeah, we gotta move everything.

He'll be back.

Ah, that spying son-of-a-bitch
won't be fooled for long.

He'll smell something
fishy besides fish.

Short weight.
Short weight.

Punishment.

One stroke across the back.

Davert,

you give it to him.

You give him one.

Or I give him 10.

Ten good ones.

Come on, do it.

It's a bargain.

You're no goddamn saint.

Use it!

Use the stick.

Use it or I will.

You use it, my friend.

You will all need the practice.

'Cause come the revolution,
everyone will have a smaller stick.

Old con like you,
he don't hollow out

a haystack just to
fuck a fancy boy.

Dangerous work being
a fisherman, hmm?

I wonder what Lebras is
up to, I say to myself.

Maybe, just maybe,
if I ask him first

he might cut me in on
something real good.

You know, a man fishes too
deep, gets in water over his head.

Fish strip his bones. Fish get
caught, served up here for supper.

Don't con an old con, Lebras.

- Come on.
- Come on.

Clean them off good.
Don't cheat the hogs.

True story about a
fisherman with a big mouth.

Gets caught in his shit.

I don't know what you're
up to, but I'm gonna find out.

Whiskey still, maybe,
huh? Is that it?

Whatever it is, I know
you're in something sweet.

And I'll tell you
something else.

There are a lot of people around here'd
be interested in knowing what Lebras is

really doing out
in that moonlight.

Tell you what I'm
gonna do for you.

I'm gonna check with my partners

and see if we can
find a place for you.

Hmm?

Well, yeah, sure, but, I
gotta hear what it is first.

Oh, you're gonna hear
about it. Don't worry.

In fact, I think we
got a place for you.

A real special place.

Go on, God damn it, drop it or
you stand there all day with it.

You tried to help them.

Do you think they help you?

They damn afraid to join you.

Too much salt for them.

They wait and argue
about it tonight.

Lots of talk. We
do this, we do that.

Might be too late for you.

Couple of 100 pounds too late.

Drop it on.

Prisoner Pelliserre.
Drop the bag on the stack.

That's an order.

Drop it.

That's an order.

I'm warning you.

Prisoners can be
shot for disobedience.

Drop it.

Get up.

Get your asses up.

God damn, damn you.

Get to it.

On your feet.

Get up. Back to work.

On your feet.

Tell them to get up.

Tell them to go back to work.

This is insurrection?

You know what this
means, insurrection?

The death penalty.

The death penalty.
Tell them. Get up!

Tell them to get up.

Tell them.

God damn you.

You mother fuckers.
You faggot bastards.

You faggots.

The Barber'll hear about this.

He's already heard about this.

That's why we're here. Shouldn't
bugger his friends prisoner Blassier.

Hey, better go tell the guard.

Prisoner Blassier here
has committed suicide.

In the shit house.

Prisoner Davert. Are
you Prisoner Davert?

Maurice Davert.

Get him a chair. I
said bring him a chair.

Bring, bring those
salt bags over here.

You! Stand
at attention.

Prisoner Davert.

You have been accused
of inciting insurrection.

It seems, however,
in view of certain facts.

Certain unfortunate facts,

you might wish to make
a counter accusation.

It is forbidden to force a prisoner
to punish another prisoner.

I advise you to speak
up on your own behalf.

Do you want to make
a counter accusation?

Yes.

Yes.

I accuse you.

I accuse your superiors.

You don't put the
boot in yourself.

You use the guards.

They run the system for you

so you can keep
your hands clean.

Take him away. Get the prisoner
out of here.

This is your zoo.

You treat men like wild beasts.

You make them into wild beasts.

Put that in your report.

Put that in your report.

I accuse you, Commandant.

I accuse you!

I accuse you!

Put him in the box. It'll
give him time to think.

And the box should also be
a good place for this cretin.

We can't allow the
prisoners to become guards.

But we can make
a guard a prisoner.

Come on in.

We've been waiting for you.

Now all the meat is here.

You better let us get
back to cutting, Sergeant,

'cause we'll be working
all night, you know?

Don't feed me that crap.

You been holding out on me.

You been working
every goddamn night.

I want to know at what?

You're the butcher
now, Sergeant.

You're a smart ass, Lebras.

A tough monkey.

You had the connections to buy
into a soft job when you arrived.

But your vacation is over.

You try to fuck with Brescano,

now he's gonna fuck with you.

You're gonna get one more
chance to tell Brescano.

What are you doing
out in the bush at night?

I don't wanna hear any crap
about you and this fancy boy here.

Blassier was onto you. He told
me you had something going.

Must have been
something pretty sweet.

Sweet enough to get him
killed, huh? Ain't that right?

Brescano, you know
the Barber had that done.

Don't give me that.

I don't wanna hear lies.

I don't wanna hear lies.

Listen, Lebras.

Brescano gets his part,
whatever it is, I don't want to know,

but it better be something
extra sweet for Brescano,

starting tomorrow.

I don't give a God damn
how much juice you got.

But Brescano gets his share.

Or your ass is gonna be meat.

And I'm the tiger.

And a little something
sweet from you, too, huh?

Well...

I think everything is
gonna work out just fine.

We're gonna be one happy family.

Lebras. Lebras,
cut us down.

Lebras, we got to buy him off.

We gotta give him
our escape money.

We gotta come up with
something sweet for him.

I'll come up with
something sweet for him.

I'll make him lick the
blade that cuts his throat.

Put them inside.

I will see you soon, Comrade.

Since when are the cat
and a rat comrades?

Since, Lieutenant, we stopped
kissing the ass of the dog.

Put him in.

Who's that?

Keep quiet.

Davert, what are you doing?

Davert, don't leave me.

Davert. Davert.

Your friend, the guard,
was unlucky, huh?

And you have another
death sentence.

Madam Guillotine is waiting
for you back there. Just like me.

We're in this together.

Just like in the death pens.

I saved your ass and you're
gonna thank me when I ask you to.

I've got some use for you.

And I've got no use for you.

Oh, yeah?

Watch him, Lebras.

Here. Now you take that gun. He
go over the side, you go with him.

Now, let's paddle. We
gotta clear this beach.

Lebras.

Lebras.

Lebras. Wake up. Huh?

We're riding low.

It's too heavy. We
needed one more hide.

Or one less man on board.

Yeah.

Hey, Lebras, help me.

This part is
getting loose again.

Pull it.

I got it. I got it.

Well, there's one
thing about a raft.

Don't have to worry
about bailing, huh?

Well, this whole damn
thing is falling apart.

I got it.

All right, cut them loose.

Nothing like riding
a horse, huh?

I never rode a horse.

I haven't either,
but it beats swimming.

I've never done that either.

Land!

There's land.
There's land.

Hey! Hey!
There it is.

I can touch the bottom.

The bottom.

Shark! Shark!

Shark!

Shark!

Come on! Come on!

No!

Oh, my God.

Come on.
Come on, Jo-Jo.

Now, that's smart.

That's damn smart.

Last night, the wind and the
current both came from the west.

So we don't know how far this
thing was carried down the coast.

It could be here. It could
be 10 miles from here.

Sergeant. Sir?

Send your trackers into the
jungle at quarter mile intervals.

Yes, sir.

Come on! Come on!

And remember, not just the
coastal areas, the inland, too.

I want every government
post from here

to the Brazilian border alerted.

After all, no man has ever
escaped from Devil's Island.

Hey. Hey.

Wake up!
Wake up! Wake up!

Come on, we gotta
get out of here.

Come on, come on.
Get up, get up.

They're gonna send a couple
of runners to see what happened.

We gotta make a run for it.

We could ambush 'em right here.

Ambush? You mean
you wanna kill 'em?

I've never been hunted before.

Hey!

What is that?

Follow me, my
friends. Quickly.

We're being hunted.

They hunt us too.

Follow me.
You have no choice.

Follow me.

Hey, hey.

There's no danger.

Come on.

Stay in the
water. No traps.

Hurry, hurry. Hurry.

A hiding place. It
leads to a hiding place.

These are friends.

The trail.

Guard the trail.

Please, come, come, please.

Come, sir,
eat. Come.

Sit. Sit.

We are friends. You
are safe here. Come.

Food. Please eat.
Eat, we are friends.

There are worse things
than leprosy, my friends.

Pity, tuberculosis, madness,

that is the government
program for us.

You live like this,
right under their noses,

without being caught?

We like to keep to ourselves.

You see, leprosy is
an exclusive society.

It's the true aristocracy.

It's in our blood. But
we prefer to live free

here in the jungle. And
like you, they hunt us

to take us back.

What are your plans?

Well, there's only one
plan. We push inland.

That's the only direction
they wouldn't expect us to go.

Up country, the rivers flow
down to Brazil and the Amazon.

So we follow one of them down.

Oh, my friend, every
one of those rivers

has a tribe of Indians
and they are suspicious.

And they are dangerous.

Keep the river on your right.

When it runs out, you will
be in the Amazon watershed.

Well, we don't
have another choice.

If we go down the coastline,
it's only a matter of time.

It is just a matter of time
for all of us, my friends.

Today,

tomorrow,

but we all prefer tomorrow.

It's the lepers.

They left us some more food.

They've been following us.

Jo-Jo, no!

Jo-Jo,
stop! Look out!

Hey. Hey.

How long have I been out?

A long canoe ride
down the river.

You killed her husband.

And now they're gonna kill us.

Go on after her.

You took her man and it looks
like she's chosen you to replace him.

Well, so that's the game.

Holy shit!

Is that the way it's
gonna be, huh? Okay...

Push all the canoes into the river.
Save one for us. I'll get Lebras.

Lebras!

Yeah?

Jo-Jo's at the canoes.
Come on, let's go.

What do you mean, let's go?

I'm not leaving.

Now, wait a minute.

Remember? I'm the
special guest of honor.

The happy groom.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Those people are
dangerous, Lebras.

You sound just like me, Davert.

Now, let me tell you something.

It's no worse here
than it is in France.

If I was there, I'd be
collecting debts for the Belgian,

or I'd be a crook.
Well, here,

maybe I'm on top of
the game or something.

But I believe in luck.
You know that.

There she is.

Laying right there.

Good luck to you.

Damn it.

Thief! Thief! Thief!

Hi, sailor. Buy me a
drink? We'll sit in the back.

I give you what you want.

Up yours!

Police got Jo-Jo.

Picking pockets
in the marketplace.

The old hand lost
his skills, huh?

Jo-Jo of Montmartre getting
caught dipping in a hole like this.

You know, Davert, he was the
best. Take the smile right off your face.

Jo-Jo had too many talents.

His fingers and his ass.
Chose the wrong one, that's all.

Since an escaped
political is involved

we cabled your
command immediately.

We realize the importance
of speed in these matters.

I came as soon as your
cable arrived, Captain.

Uh, of course, this man
is a common criminal.

Ordinarily, he would be
kept upstairs in an open cell.

Now, if you would
show me the results

of your preliminary
investigation?

The interrogation...

Nothing. Nothing?

Peculiar for a criminal.
He would not talk.

We put him in the lineup.

One of our informers
saw him with the pimps

on the Rua do Santa
Teresa. A maricon.

They got descriptions of
us up and down the coast.

They'll cable the penal colony

and they'll send someone
down here looking for us.

Well, looks like we
need a little luck, huh?

I've had about
enough of your luck.

We're gonna change address.

Because the police
will trace Jo-Jo here.

Well, you change your address,

because I'm tired of
running and I like it right here,

and I'm gonna stay right here.

Because I have credit here.

There she is right over there.

Oh, you, uh...

You like her, huh? To
risk Madam Guillotine for?

You fucker!

I like her?
I like her?

What I like, I left back up
that river to save your ass.

And I could have
arranged your funeral

to go along with my
wedding, you know that?

Then, why didn't you?

I didn't volunteer to escape.

You brought me along to use me.

Don't give me any crap
about saving my life.

We're even now.
I don't owe you

a damn thing.

What about the
visa and passports?

I have them here.

The forger is an artist.

We'll leave tonight.

Mmm-hmm. Unless you want to
stay for the festival of Santa Lucia.

Big fireworks. The whole
thing. Wonderful. Huh?

There'll only be two of us.

The police got my other friend.

But I wasn't followed here.

Look, I tell you what I do.

I speak to my Chief, huh?

We can't risk the
whole cell for two men.

Now, listen...

They're not in this bunch.

Come on, we'll go out through
the back room. Come on!

If your men are in
Santa Teresa, Major,

they will run for
it with the rest.

We know all their little holes.

Looks like we'll
spend the night in jail.

I'll buy us out in the morning.

No, what I got on my
head, money won't buy off.

But I'm not gonna
spend another night in jail.

Look, Mama, tell you what.

You go up there and you
shake your ass at them.

If they were women, I'd
do the same thing for you.

I'll put the curse of Papa Ogan
on any man that harms you.

Goodbye, French.

Shall we bring her
around again, Major?

Another little walk
will do her good.

No. The two fit
the description.

She doesn't know anymore.

Anything else will be lies.

Pig, two cresados.

Drink, she's extra.

You extra, too, but not much.

Do you want a pig?

What's the matter with him?

We're trying to reach the river.

You got the back way out.

Help us.
Help us.

Oh, shit.

No time to get back
way. Get in here.

You go that route,
you'll be the first

not to get the clap
on the way out.

This is a pig meat house,
not a goddamn thoroughfare.

Get out!

Hey, you carve a piece
of our pig, God damn it,

or I carve a piece of yours.

Get out! Get out!

Get out of here!

God damn it! Can't I make a living
without you bastards wanting a piece?

First, it's the money,
then it's my ass.

Get out of here.

Damn it!

Give me some bandages.

Yeah.

La policia, they're all around.

Oh, shit.

It's not as bad as it
looks. Thank God.

The boat will only
wait till midnight.

You got your papers,
I charge you nothing.

I... I can't help you.
La policia.

I can't help you. Meet the
boat under the main pier.

I... I can't
help you. Wait a minute!

All he needs is a little
time. And I can't leave him,

and I still need your help!

I don't give a damn.

They gone now.

They ain't coming back for you.

You a dead man pretty soon.

Don't pay Bedalia
nothing for saving their ass.

What you think about that, eh?

It ain't so much, but
Bedalia don't complain.

So long, dead man.

Lebras.

I thought you'd gotten smart.

What the fuck are
you doing back here?

Well, I...

I still think we can
make it out together.

No. Uh-uh. What I want is
waiting for me back up that river.

You. You just go out and
save all the people, my friend.

Save the world.

See how they thank you.

Me, I'm gonna save Lebras.

He knows how to thank me.

Hey, hey. You're kind of
violent for a pacifist, huh?

Lebras, we can
still make that boat.

No, we gotta split up.

What are you talking about?

There's no way for us
to get out of this together.

Now they got this
whole place tied up.

Lebras, listen to me.
We can...

Look. Look, here.

Now I'm gonna get them off your
back. Do you understand that?

And I want you to
do one thing for me.

Don't miss that boat.

My men are in position, Major.

He's still in here.

Clear the carnival!

There's a killer loose in there!

Clear the carnival!

He escaped you, but he
won't get through my men.

My men, your men.

You know, you make it sound like
we're on different sides, Captain.

All right.

Tell your men to move in.

Move in!

Move in!

Move in!

Watch the alley at
the end of the street!

We're never gonna get him
if we lose him in the crowd.

Well, Major, there's
always the first time.