All language subtitles for The Flying Dutchman (2001)

Water is alive, vibrant, strong, and its
purest form is ice.

And it freezes. The pureness of ice
reflects perfection.

It is silent and beautiful.

Like my crystal.

Run! Run!

I give

you back to the sea!

giving me an unfaithful woman.

My fate is in your hands.

Miss? I'm coming, I'm coming.

Impressive painting, isn't it?

Quite.

How much for this one?

Oh, well, I want $200 for that.

Okay.

How's any others?

Yes, as a matter of fact, there are.

Very good.

We'll be in touch.

Fine.

Can I be of some assistance?

I'm sorry. No, thank you. Ethan Brown,
Sheriff.

I'm sorry, Sheriff. I'm in a hurry.

Good morning, Simon.

Morning, dearie.

Dreamy outfit we have on today.

Thank you.

Good morning, Polly. Hey, Lacey.

Come here.

He's been looking at that painting the
last 20 minutes.

Polly, take a look at this.

Oh, that thing sold itself.

Where did you get it from? Tom's found
it.

He's got such a great eye. It was in a
little antique store in the middle of

nowhere. Huh.

Well, do you know who the artist is? A
local.

Hunt!

You surpassed yourself.

It is one of a kind.

Well, the lady said there were more.

Really?

We could make a real killing.

I was thinking exactly the same thing.

Why don't you find him and sign him?

I agree with you.

Polly, can you be ready to leave by
tomorrow morning?

No, I can't. I have plans.

Cancel them.

I don't want to miss out on this
opportunity.

I believe he's unique.

I believe he is unique enough to show
New York.

I don't want to go. Then it's settled.
We're leaving in the morning.

Are you feeling something?

You're not prepared at all.

Did you think it would go away? Did you
think it's unreal?

Do you think it's small talk?

God, I hate roughing it. I'm not taking
you to the North Pole.

This artist would better be good. He is.

They're going to be cute, too.

Where is your sense of adventure?

I left that in Seattle.

It'll be fun, I promise you. Fun!

You know, I never thought I'd have to
suffer like this for art.

Polly, this is what the gallery needs.

Fresh blood.

More cans of bloody suit posters.

It's so warm in here.

Lacey, why are there dead animals on the
wall?

Atmosphere.

This is not one of your better ideas.

I hope somebody's home.

Hello? Anybody home?

Your voices. I'm coming, I'm coming.

It's a little late for young ladies to
be wandering the roads, isn't it?

It's 8 o'clock.

I'm really sorry, but we got lost on our
way in the fog.

Fixing to stay overnight?

If you have a spare room.

I don't know.

It's the off-season and all, but since
you're leaving tomorrow, I guess it'll

be all right.

Yes, I guess we will be leaving by
tomorrow afternoon.

Well, just dine here.

All right.

That'll be upstairs.

Room one.

One bedroom, one bath.

Thank you.

And lots of hot water, right?

I guess you didn't notice, but I own
this place.

Restaurant, hotel, souvenir shop. So if
anyone needs anything in Dark Hollow,

I'm the one who can get it for you.

Including hot water.

Great.

Oh, but everything's pretty much closed
now.

Okay. Can we just get upstairs?

Breakfast is at eight.

Eight? I never get up before. Eight is
fine.

Quarter of seven.

Time to get up, Polly.

Polly, get up.

Oh, God.

How many layers do you have on?

Do you think I could get some eggs,
Benedict?

No.

No? I ain't partial to Benedict Arnold.

Okay. How about some eggs Paul Revere,
then?

The British are coming. I serve eggs my
way.

Well, good. What is it?

Fish omelet.

It's delicious.

Some of the best poisons.

I think I'll just have some coffee.

If there's no fish in it.

Just a little of my squirrely humor.
Don't mind me now.

Thank you, baby.

Oh, just a local boy.

Does he get busy out here? Nope.

And we like it that way.

Can we get on with this?

We're looking for a local artist.

Oh? One of our buyers purchased a
painting from your shop not long ago.

Oh, yes.

We'd like to meet the artist.

That'd be Sean.

You already have.

Him? Mm-hmm.

I'm thinking we need to have a serious
talk with that hunk of a man.

Of course he had to live out in the
middle of nowhere.

Couldn't be in some nice apartment in
the city.

I am taking you off caffeine.

No more coffee for you.

Oh, law enforcement.

I have an aversion to uniforms.

Yeah, looks like you have a real
dangerous town here. Yeah, well, it can

be, if you don't know your way around.

Pardon me?

You ladies be careful if you go hiking
around here.

People have been known to disappear.

We'll be careful.

Good. It was nice to meet you, Sheriff.

You're looking for Sean, huh?

Small town.

Sean lives in an old cabin near the
lake.

Keep on that road and you'll see it.

Next time we're driving, okay?

Exercise is good for you, Polly.

I don't need exercise.

Well, if you hadn't insisted on wearing
those high heels, you wouldn't have

fallen in that rabbit hole.

That's my shoe.

Don't embarrass me. I'll get out of
here. Come on.

You just can't handle this, can you?

Nope. I can't stand this wilderness
crowd.

Okay, fine.

Take the call.

When do you want me to come pick you up?

I don't know. It may take me a while.

It may take me a few days just to track
him down.

And then I have to persuade him.

Okay, so just call me when you need me.

Did I overhear that you girls might be
staying over a bit?

Um, I am.

Polly's going home.

Mind if I join you in a glass?

No, of course not. Thanks.

I never get many visitors up here no
more.

Moira, tell me about Sean.

Well... When Sean was ten years old, his
mother and father were lost

on the lake during a terrible storm. The
boy survived, but...

He's never spoken a word since.

What's that?

It's life, my dear.

You know, sooner or later, the Lord will
take a loved one from you.

And he never spoke?

Not a word.

Oh, but he's smart.

You can see it in his eyes.

I'd read to him everything his father
had in the house.

Took a special liking to Moby Dick and
poetry.

There's only one book I was allowed to
read as a child. My parents were

fanatics about the Bible.

Baptists. Fire and brimstone.

Well, I wanted to make a deal with Sean,
but it might make it a difficult

negotiation if he can't talk.

Oh, he talks all right. He talks with
those paintings of his.

You just have to look at them and you
can read Sean's thoughts.

Oh, there are more.

Oh, each more beautiful than the next.

Well, I don't know, but the boy sure
could use the money.

Why don't you just make your contract
and then leave him alone?

That's my best advice.

Hey.

You gonna be okay?

Don't worry about me. You behave.

All right.

Don't go in any caves.

No caves, I promise.

I'll call you.

All right.

I love you. Love you, too.

You scared me.

I'm sorry. I guess I should have...
John!

John, wait a minute.

I've come a long way to see your work.

Please, hear me out.

What I have to say could make you a
wealthy man.

John!

Impossible. And stay in expensive
hotels.

Oh, you promised just one night in a
real hotel.

Is that so much to ask? Because you want
to sleep in a risky hotel and spend all

my money. That's all you care about.

Renaissance Gallery.

Hi. It's me.

Did you meet the silent babe yet?

Jesus. What? What happened? Some guy
just slapped his girlfriend in the face.

See?

What did I tell you? Lacey, that place
is scary.

Why don't you just come home?

No. I, uh... I've got a good feeling
about this.

I just need a little more time to get
him to trust me.

I'll keep you posted.

Bye.

Are you okay, honey?

My boyfriend, they hit me.

Oh, my God.

Oh,

that's got to be a real shiner.

Listen, I found out you can't trust a
man.

Thanks.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Do you want me to get the sheriff?

No, I can take care of myself, thank
you.

I'll never speak to that asshole Vitale
again.

He doesn't want to spend money on our
real hotel.

Just one night with sheets and a proper
bathroom.

I'm going home.

Well, I wish I could help you, dear,
but, you know, Sean, he disappears days

on end, and you're just not going to
find him unless he wants you to.

That boy.

If I could just get a show out of him, I
could guarantee him immediate success.

Oh, shows, sales.

Aren't you getting a little ahead of
yourself, dear?

Don't you think Sean should have a
say-so in this? I wish I could meet with

him, if just for a few minutes.

I can help you if you want.

Why don't you pull up a chair, Ethan?

How can you help, Sheriff?

He's scared of me.

You know it's true, Myra.

He knows I know.

That was seven years ago, Ethan.

She just up and left. Yeah, right.
Without any word or trace.

What are you two talking about?

Go on.

Yeah, you go on. Tell her.

Seven years ago, Ethan would have killed
Sean if it weren't for his pa.

Whose father?

Ethan's pa took Sean in after the
accident. And, well, they've kind of

been like brothers ever since.

Yeah, no brother of mine.

Was all over his girlfriend Heather, you
know.

There's more to it than that, ain't
there, Moira? And you know it.

His pa's the mayor, the bank of the
landowner.

He'd be the preacher if he could tell
God what to do.

Easy, old girl.

You don't want your brother hearing you.
He's no brother of mine.

Look.

I'll talk to Sean for you, okay?

You can do your business and get on back
to the big city real quick like, all

right?

Where are you, Vitale?

You bastard.

You make the wrong move, you're dead.

I hate him. You should have died at
birth.

I'm not your mother, you understand.

I wish I had. I wouldn't have to call
you my father.

Really? Then I should think that your
mother died so you could live.

She didn't do me any favors.

Get over here.

Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Come here.

What did you say?

She didn't do me any favors. Did what?
She didn't do me any favors. SHUT UP!

Ethan, why do you hate Sean so?

I know the answer to that, Aunt Mara.

Well, looks like someone didn't sleep
too well.

I've never been a fan of small towns.

Well, we like our solitude.

It shakes me.

What happened to you, Sheriff?

I slipped on the rocks.

Told you this place is dangerous.

All these empty houses.

What happened to this place?

People just up and left, that's all.

How come?

Commerce.

My family's been here since 1887.

We built this town.

Made a fortune in lumber.

Bought all the property you can see
around you.

Yeah, this was a happy, rich community.

Till those tree-huggers came along.

What do you mean?

No more cutting down the trees.

Yeah, we could have cut the badger of
all she could grow.

When the logs disappeared, so did the
people, and the buildings came down

overnight. A fell-down is more like it.

All that was left was a mill, a few
stores and houses.

Shitty old hotel, and what's left of the
Browns. And the McKenna's.

Oh, that'll be Sean.

Go on, go get him.

He'll let you.

Sean!

Sean?

Wait a minute.

I hope this don't go wrong.

I just wanted to play patty cake with
him and get the hell out of here.

Don't, just don't be frightened.

You're safe, all right?

Now you just stay there, see, and you
rest, and we'll take care of it till you

be yourself again.

Who are you?

My name is Ben, yes.

Now, you just wait. You're safe.

You're with friends.

And Moira, that's my sister. She's going
to bring your stuff over.

One thing you're going to have to
understand is you're going to have to

stay in bed, and you're going to have to
rest for...

At least a day or two.

Thank you. You don't have to thank me,
lady.

You can thank Schlong here.

He carried you for more than two miles.

I've been bad.

Your mommy's been bad.

Do you have to keep doing that?

This is becoming a habit

What am I to you? Tell me, please.

What? My protector.

That's right, I'm your protector.

But I can't protect you if you don't
listen to me, is that right?

Didn't I tell you to beware of
strangers, didn't I?

And what's this woman's name? What is
it? Lacey.

What is it? Lacey. Lacey, that's right,
Lacey. And she was a stranger, wasn't

she? So why didn't you tell her to go
away? Why?

It's not your...

This is why you do what I tell you. You
hear?

Now.

You know I'd kill for you, don't you?

No, you wouldn't.

I know.

That's the most important word.

Obey.

Renaissance. Miss Anderson. Hello, dear.

Yes, she's right here.

Hey.

Where are you? Still here.

And in a wicked lion's den, no less.

Really? I had a bit of an accident. But
I'm fine now.

Are you sure you're okay?

It was nothing.

Though I'll probably be here for another
day or so.

Lacey, what's going on? You'd never
believe me even if I told you. I feel

like I'm in a Stephen King novel.

Anyway. How's it going at the gallery?

Good. I'm here.

Holly? Hello?

Hello?

There's something wrong with your phone.

Last night I dreamt I saw a young boy on
the water.

He was calling to his mother.

Where is she?

What are you doing to her?

Step aside, Sean.

I'm fine, Sheriff.

Sean is taking good care of me.

You sure, miss?

Maybe you should get your things and
I'll take you back to the hotel.

No, really.

I'm all right.

I insist.

Moira!

Ethan.

Ethan.

Time to go home now.

You can't bring back the past, Ethan.

This is your last drink, Ethan.

Everyone in this town is dead.

You go on home.

There's nothing gonna happen. tonight.

Hello?

Yes, he's here.

It's the county sheriff. Now straighten
up.

Straighten up.

Hello?

Hello, Sheriff.

Hey, Frankie, what's up?

Yeah, I seen him. Why?

I saw the kid slap her, and then she
went in the cafe, and, uh... And, uh...

Well, I thought they must have made up,
because I ain't seen him since.

Uh-huh. What's your name?

Okay, yeah. I'll look around first thing
in the morning.

Who

are

you calling?

Who are you calling?

Who do you think?

Yeah, hello.

I told you it'd happen again.

What are you talking about?

Her name's Astrid, a French girl.

She was hiking with her boyfriend. They
had a fight.

He left and she's dead.

Huh?

Hello? Hello?

Ethan! Shut up. Leave me alone.

A man of many talents.

It's so warm in here.

Maybe it's the wine.

It's incredible.

We don't talk.

And yet I feel as if we know each other.

I envy your life here.

I never expected this.

You live all alone.

In this silent world, do you create all
of this?

My passion has always been art.

I didn't have much talent, but it didn't
matter.

Just to be surrounded by fine art is all
that I need.

A man who scouts for my gallery brought
me a painting.

The next day, someone came in and bought
it.

I want you to come to Seattle to do a
show.

Your work is incredible.

I think that... I think that we could
create a real sensation.

Ritz? Yeah, Moira, hi. It's Polly Adams
from the Renaissance Gallery.

Did Miss Anderson leave yet? All I know
is she left the hotel.

But you know, if she's... Sorry, I gotta
go. I'm busy.

Thanks, Moira. You're a big help.

Bitch!

Uh-oh.

I don't like this.

Lacey is way too much of a perfectionist
to be this careless with her business.

I'm going back there.

What about the clients?

You always said you wanted to be in
sales.

Now's your chance.

I like this painting, but I'd like to
understand it more. Can you help me?

Um, that, sir, is the point of the work.
You have it.

It begs the question, what am I and
where am I in this confusing, confusing

world?

Sean, you're sure you don't mind me
taking your car?

I have to pee.

I'm going to go pick him up.

I'll be back in two weeks to prepare for
your show.

Lacey.

Please don't go.

You can speak.

It's hard. It's hard. It's hard to talk
to women.

Something to look forward to when I come
back.

I have lain in lust upon the earth and
looked after up into the stars, thinking

upon the possibilities of God.

For me, there is no peaceful death.

But for you, there is peace.

There's the hole of ice that defines all
death.

The sins of my father passed from
generation to generation.

I am my father's sin.

No, please.

Please, Sean.

Let me help.

Please. It was you who set me on my
path.

And you'll be goddamned for it.

I consider it right.

For me, it is right.

Old man.

You reap what you sow.

But know that I love you.

Know that I love you.

Happening again?

It's happening again.

Shut up. Shut up.

It's happening again. Shut up!

Shut up! Shut up!

Shut up!

Ben will take care of it just like he
always has.

Stop it! Stop it!

Stop it!

Where are you going?

Where I should have gone years ago.

Moira? Moira?

Is anybody here?

Moira?

Come on.

Come on.

the sky may fall above.

An icy tomb I shall attain.

When dead or raised I shall reign. The
flying Dutchman is my name.

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

Moira?

I said, come in.

Sit over there. Just sit.

You stay still. Stay still. You go over
there.

Don't make that don't.

Try anything stupid with the gun, all
right?

Let's let the games begin.

Right now, my mind says pull the
trigger.

But my heart says that'd be a

bad thing to do.

So let's see what the absence is.

Yeah. The absence says all good things

must come to an end.

God has abandoned you, Ben.

Why, Ben? Why?

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about anything, anything,
anything that'll just wash the

pain of that sin away.

What sin?

You know, the most precious thing

to a child is trust.

Trust of the ones closest to him.

Dad!

Father, Dad!

Dad! And once that goes... John!

Son. Love goes with it.

I

beg

God for mercy. Maybe then he will kill
my son. The power to empty

his vessel full of pain.

It's been your end.

Why hast thou given me an unfaithful
woman?

He came out of the lake like a ghost.

Seven days.

Seven days in a gale.

And he was still alive.

It wasn't natural.

I feared him.

I don't know what came out of that lake.

It wasn't Sean.

The whole village knew about it, but
nobody said anything.

Because they were.

Of the unnatural.

And all that time, the secret lay at the
bottom of

the lake. What secret?

What secret?

Sean's my son.

Oh, my God.

You ruined my life for this bastard son.

of evil, Ben. You can't hide the truth
any longer.

Sean is responsible for those missing
women, isn't he?

Isn't he?

No.

No, Sean is not responsible. Sean is not
responsible anymore.

No, no, no, no. I am.

I take the blame.

Not Sean.

I don't want to blame anybody.

Oh, she's resting.

You were the one.

You could have broken the spell.

You would have purged the curse of my
father.

Oh, my God. What happened? Where's Sean?

He's dead.

He's in there. Oh, God.

Ethan. John's gone.

It's cold.

I'm afraid.

Now it's his tomb.

Yeah, well, they won't find his body
till the spring.

Thank you.

Next time you get strapped to the table
and I get laid. How about next time we

send Hans instead?

Do you realize that we've sold every
single painting? We've made so much

money. Well, I mean, it serves the
fucker right. That's the spirit.

What's the matter?

Have you seen this before?

I have no idea where it came from.
Excuse me.

Lacey, there's a telephone call for you.

Hans, where did this come from?

I don't know. It was shipped separately.

By whom?

The gentleman said it was urgent.

The telephone call.

It's very important.

Okay, yes.

Hello? Hello?

It's so hard to talk to a woman.

Our destinies are linked.

You mustn't be a...