All language subtitles for Dark Waters (1993)

- I am she that
liveth and was dead.

And behold, I'm alive forevermore

and have the keys of Hell and death.

- Madam.

Cigarette.

- Dear Elizabeth, I suggest you

come out here as soon as possible.

I've tried to sort things out as promised,

but I don't think I'm getting anywhere.

This place is unbelievable.

There's no electricity
and none of the comforts

you would associate with
20th century living.

You should see the brown
sack they make me wear.

Height of fashion for auto-flagellating

pilgrims and saints
alike, I can assure you.

I'll tell you I'll never
complain about London again.

See you soon, Theresa.

Your friend from the land before time.

- No, not tonight.

I'm not crossing in this weather.

- Deal?

- What's the hurry?

That island has been there a very long

time and it ain't going to disappear now.

Tell you what, go to that
dump across the road.

Hire yourself a room, and next

week I'll take you to the island.

Deal.

- I need to reach the convent tonight.

- Oh.

Are you afraid of death, lady?

Lam.

My answer is no!

Come back next week.

Come back next week!

Take you for free.

- I'm not afraid.

"Sorry?"

- Death.

I'm not scared of death.

I'll take you.

- Tonight?

- Tonight, now.

It's money up front.

If we go down tonight, I want

the fish to eat it out of my pocket.

When they finish feasting on my eyeballs.

(Laughs)

- Could you give me a hand please?

- You won't drown.

Fall there and you'll be crushed to death.

- Oh my God.

- Don't mind him.

He keeps the other freaks away.

- Candles.

You know in London they don't even

have them in churches anymore.

Nowadays it's all electric light bulbs.

Put a coin in, press a button,
and pronto, up it flashes.

Salvation guaranteed.

- I would love to go to
your country one day.

- England?

Why?

You'd hate it, Sarah.

- Cigarette?

- No, thank you.

I wouldn't know where to start.

What a beautiful woman.

Who is it?

- My mother.

She came from this island.

- Is she living in London now?

- She died giving birth to me.

- Sorry, I didn't mean to...

- Don't worry, it's not your fault.

- I'm sorry, truly.

- That's the only
photograph I have of her.

My father spent his whole life

trying to forget about this island.

And my mother.

- Mother Superior will
see you in half an hour.

- I better get ready.

- We didn't think you
would make it tonight.

- I like to keep my appointments.

- Commendable.

But now what can I do to make your stay in

our humble home a
pleasant and fruitful one?

- As you know, my father died last

October and left me everything.

That includes a commitment on my

part to continue with the regular

payments my father made to this

convent for the past 20 years.

I didn't know anything about it.

He was very secretive about his

sudden conversion to religion.

- Sometimes secrecy is a blessing.

We are a very secretive order, Elizabeth.

We don't allow the
corruption of the outside

world to divert us from
our divine purpose.

- Yes, but doesn't money
count as a corrupting factor?

- There is such a thing as
a necessary evil, my child.

Unfortunately, there are things which

are not solved by prayer alone.

- I appreciate that, but I hope

you won't begrudge me the right to know

why I should carry on with these payments.

- They serve a purpose, Elizabeth.

Your father understood that and

I trust you will too in time.

In the meantime, I will
do all I can to help you.

Our library, our ceremonies,
you have access to it all.

And Sarah is a good girl.

She will make a willing assistant.

- Thank you.

Excuse me, what's going on here?

- Convent rule.

You're not allowed anything
but what they provide for you.

You'll get your stuff back
when you leave of course.

This is for you, from your friend Theresa.

She had to leave in a hurry.

- Theresa left?

When'?

- Two clays ago.

- I don't understand.

- She had some business
to attend to in London.

- Business in London,
what's going on Sarah?

- I'm as much in the dark as you are.

- Of course, look, I'm sorry.

I think we both better try and

catch up on some sleep now.

- All right, see you tomorrow.

- Oh Sarah, thanks for everything.

Did you bring Theresa here?

- No, not everyone has
access to the library.

And from the look of the place,

I'll say you are the
first to visit in ages.

I have to go now.

If you need me, I'll be in my room.

The beast that thou

sawest was and is not, and they that

dwell on Earth shall
wonder when they behold

the beast that was and is not, and yet is.

And they shall make an image of the beast

for the whole of the image shall make

the beast ascend out
of the bottomless pit.

And power shall be given unto the beast.

And all, both small and
great, rich and poor,

free and bond, that sawest the

true face of the beast
shall receive a mark,

the mark of blindness
that is and yet is not.

For those who are blind shall see

the true face of the beast and

forever suffer it in their soul.

The beast shall say unto the world

"I am alpha and omega,
the first and the last."

"I am she that liveth and was dead,"

"and behold, I'm alive forever more"

"and have the keys of Hell and death."

- Calm down, it's me, Sarah!

- They killed her,
Sarah, they killed her.

- Who are they?

- The nuns, they killed Theresa.

- We better move, follow me.

Did you see where they took the body?

- No, I lost them.

Why, Sarah?

Why would they do something like that?

- I don't know.

I don't know.

- You're probably involved too.

You probably helped them.

- I swear, I'm as shocked
as you are, Elizabeth.

- Why should I believe you?

You're one of them, Sarah.

- You should believe me because

right now I'm the only thing you've got.

And because I saved you up there.

Are you sure it was Theresa?

- I saw them carrying the body.

And that awful painting.

I know they killed her.

We should do something,
we should call the police.

- There's no police on the island.

And the boat for the mainland
doesn't sail until next week.

We're left to our own devices.

- What can we do?

Is there no way of
communicating with the mainland?

- No, just the boat.

Look, we've got to find
out what's going on.

And maybe I know exactly where to start.

Come with me.

- Sarah.

Why are you doing this?

Why are you helping me?

- I'm doing it because I like you.

When I was a child someone used to smuggle

Sherlock Holmes books from the mainland.

Now's my chance to play amateur detective.

Satisfied?

Can we go now?

- This is not a game, Sarah.

We could get killed.

- If your theory's right, there's a

good chance we're going
to get killed anyway.

So we might as well try and find out why.

It's full of feudal paintings.

I thought we could find some clues.

- How did you find this place?

- I told you, Sherlock Holmes, remember?

- What do you know about the painter?

- Not very much.

I'm not even supposed to know he exists.

Only a handful of nuns have
access to his quarters.

All the others don't even know he's there.

- I suppose it was your
affinity with Sherlock

Holmes that allowed you
to unravel the mystery.

- Absolutely right.

My guess is they used the
painter as a sort of oracle.

- Oracle?

You mean all these paintings are real?

- Look, you've seen the
painting of Theresa.

How do you suppose he knew?

He never leaves the pit.

Even if he did, how's he
supposed to have seen her?

- Look at the little girl, she was

in another painting I
saw in the painter's pit.

Any idea who she is?

- No.

- I don't know, it's like
I should know who she is.

Who they both are.

Does the amulet they carry
mean anything to you?

- We need more light.

You stay here, I'll go to get more lamps.

- We should stay together.

- I won't be long.

- Oh shit.

- Elizabeth, what happened?

- She tried to kill me, Sarah.

I can't stay here.

- Where else can you go?

- I don't know.

The village.

- Nobody will let you in.

Listen to me, you're a
lot safer here tonight.

You need to rest.

I'll stay with you.

- You know, when I was a
child I was scared of nuns.

They gave me the creeps.

- I suppose what's happening just

proves your fear was justified.

- Yeah, I suppose it does.

It's funny, but that's almost

all I remember of my childhood.

It's like the first seven years

have been erased from my memory.

My father always tried to keep
me in the dark about my past.

He didn't even have a photograph

of me before my seventh birthday.

My first English birthday.

- What do you mean your
first English birthday?

- I wasn't born there, I was
born on this island, Sarah.

This is where I spent the
first seven years of my life.

I didn't know anything about it.

My father told me just before he died,

and then he made me
promise never to come here.

Now I wish I kept that promise.

- But you had to come, Elizabeth.

- Maybe.

Maybe I had to come.

- Look, why don't you try and sleep now?

The door is locked and
I'll stay with you tonight.

- Thank you.

- You just came in to look
at that, it will cost you.

- Sorry.

I just wanted to know the boat which

just left, was it going to the mainland?

I need to contact the
mainland, can you help?

Do you have a telephone, a radio?

I don't suppose there's any
chance I could post a letter.

- Well put it in here.

They haven't taken it away in more

than a month, but you can always hope.

- Did you have another
girl, an English girl,

try to post a letter about two weeks ago?

- Maybe.

- Can I look?

Please.

- Take your time.

- Thanks, I'll be going now.

You wouldn't know of any hotels here

on the island where I could stay until

the boat sails again next week would you?

- No, sorry lady.

- I thought so.

Thanks anyway.

- Elizabeth, you are back.

- I hope to God this
letter reaches you in time.

Don't come, Elizabeth.

Your father knew, he tried to protect you.

Someone or something is trying

to put the amulet together again.

I have found the location of one

of the pieces of the image of the beast.

She who was and is not and yet is.

The amulet.

I must prevent the image of the

beast ever being whole again.

Please God have mercy on my soul.

- Elizabeth?

Are you all right?

Elizabeth, please open the door.

I've been very worried all day.

Where have you been?

- Liar!

Go away, liar!

- What do you mean?

I don't understand.

- You liar.

I could have been out of here
by now, safe on the mainland.

- You're not
making sense, Elizabeth.

Let me in, please.

- The boat, Sarah.

The boat to the mainland
went this morning.

- Oh God, Elizabeth.

I got it wrong, forgive me.

- You knew, Sarah, you knew.

- It was a mistake, believe me.

- I don't know what to believe anymore.

- I was sure the boat

wasn't sailing until next week.

- I'm tired, Sarah, leave me alone.

- I'm as anxious as
you are to leave this place.

We're in danger, Elizabeth.

We must stick together.

- I want to be left alone.

Alone.

Come inside, I've got something that

could be of real interest to you.

But it will cost you, I'm afraid.

Nobody ever liked her.

Only that weird daughter of hers.

She hasn't changed all that much.

And what about this.

That this weird daughter of hers

get married to the American.

- Mother.

- Hey lady, what's the matter?

She hasn't changed so much.

- Venuchka.

- Elizabeth, my name is Elizabeth.

I don't know what you want from me,

but I think you owe me an explanation.

- You have changed, Venuchka.

- Don't you call me that again.

Don't you ever call me that.

- Is a wolf not a wolf if you
call it by any other name?

- I don't need riddles, I need answers.

Where's my mother?

- Dead.

She died for you.

- Lies!

That's all I ever got from my father,

and now that's all I'm getting from you.

This photograph was taken
six years after my birth.

She didn't died giving birth to me.

- I didn't say that.

- You said she's dead!

- She would be.

If she'd ever been born.

Venuchka!

Venuchka!

Venuchka!

Venuchka!

Venuchka!

Venuchka!

Venuchka!

Venuchka!

Venuchka!

Venuchka!

Venuchka!

Venuchka!

Venuchka!

Venuchka!

Venuchka!

Venuchka!

Venuchka!

Venuchka!

Venuchka!

Venuchka!

Venuchka!

Venuchka!

_ No!

- Elizabeth.

Elizabeth.

Oh God, what have you done?

Elizabeth.

- Sarah?

- I've been waiting for you.

Sister.

- Why, Sarah?

Why?

- Our father was scared of what you are.

You, so pretty and so like him.

He thought religion would save him.

Fool.

- I think it's madness.

I think we should stop it.

- Stopping it would mean stopping us.

It's part of us, Elizabeth.

- It's not part of me.

- What are you afraid of, Elizabeth?

Are you afraid of this?

(Laughs)

You're afraid of yourself.

- You're mad.

I've got nothing to do with you.

- Don't cover your true self.

Our poor father tried,
but it all was in vain.

Daughters of the beast.

Born from the union of a human

being and the mother of eternal sorrow.

We need you.

- No.

- Now, this time, I will not allow it.

This time you won't ruin everything

like you did 20 years ago.

- Is our mother here?

- Yes.

Our real mother is here.

Go, and meet her.

Partake of the human's flesh.

Awaken the beast inside.

And rejoice in the triumph of sorrow.

- Daddy, it's part of me, daddy.

It's winning, daddy, it's winning.

They made me do it, daddy.

No!

- For those who are blind

shall see the true face of the beast

and forever suffer it in their soul.