All language subtitles for The.Storyteller s02e02_English

[Grunting]

ª[lyre plays]

Or

pheus.

ª[dog singing]

[Storyteller]
Orpheus.

Orpheus! Don't go!

[Orpheus]
Eurydice. Eurydice.

[Dog]
What did he say?

Eurydice.

The woman orpheus loved.

Orpheus and eurydice,

2 names that will
always belong together.

2 people who loved each other

even beyond the shadow
of death itself.

Orpheus was the son
of Calliope,

one of the nine muses
who sang to the gods
on mount Olympus.

She was the muse
of poetry and music.

And her son
became the greatest musician

the world had ever known.

For the sake of his music,

Jason took orpheus
on the quest
for the golden fleece.

His lyre could soothe
the waves themselves.

His lyre?

This is a lyre.

The lyre of orpheus.

Huh.

Orpheus had a kingdom
in thrace,

in the far north of Greece,

where the olive trees
are bent by the wind.

When he came home
from his travels,

and was once again
among his people,

he sat upon the stones
at the edge of the forest
and played.

It was the beginning
of spring.

[Storyteller]
But there had been no rain
for 2 months.

[Bells jingle]

[Goats bleating]

ª[drums beating]

His people danced.

And as their bare feet
hit the stones,

you would have said
the stones were moving
as they danced.

Not just the stones.

As the king played on,
his music seemed to weave

into the sounds
of the hillside

as if the birdsong,
and the riverfall,

the goat's bells,
and the wind in the grasses

had been brought into being
by his playing.

Makes you want to move.

When orpheus played,
the whole world
wanted to move.

It seemed that the roots
of the trees

would haul themselves up
from the earth
and dance to his rhythm.

His music gave them new life.

For as he played,
the rain started to fall.

Children clung
to their mother's arms

and whispered persephone,
persephone, persephone.

For while they danced,
the goddess who dances
in the spring came among them.

His music stirred
the natural world

and the earth's sounds
spoke to him.

One day, he was walking
in the wilderness
beyond the farms,

listening to the sound
of the wind in the trees.

[Birds chirping]

[Chirping]

And then it was one sound
that drew him.

It came from an alder tree.

It was the wood nymph,
eurydice.

And his music had brought her
into the world of men.

I'm orpheus.

Or...pheus.

I've sung stones to sleep.

I've made the clashing rocks

move away from our ship.

I've been to the end
of the world
and seen things

more terrible,

more beautiful

than I thought could be.

But you...

Listen to the silence.

Is that what you hear?

Or...

Or...

Orpheus.

Say your name.

Say your name to me,
and I'll pick it
out of the air,

and I'll make a tune of it.

And I'll give it back to you
more beautiful than you.

Eurydice.

Eurydice, eurydice,

eurydice, eurydice,
eurydice.

And that was how he led her
back to his people.

Walking before her
in the wilderness,

playing as he went,

like a child with a new gift
to show his parents.

And as he looked back at her,
she smiled for happiness.

Oh, what a beautiful story.

I'm afraid
it isn't over yet.

Sometimes a story doesn't end
with 2 people falling in love.

It starts there.

So she went back
into the tree?

No, no, no.
They were married.

They lived together
all that spring and summer.

Eurydice loved orpheus
and he loved her,

as if they never
had been loved before they met

and never would be loved
afterwards.

[Men chattering]

Why are you looking
over there?

You miss the forest?

No.

I'm--I'm looking
towards the trees.

Sometimes,

the wind moves them and--

and I hear noises
that call me.

The way you did once.

Orpheus wanted
to keep her away
from the untrimmed trees

and the ragged depths
of the forest

because he knew
who was there.

[Dog]
Who was?

Centaurs, fawns, satyrs,

creatures given up
to pleasure.

Hairy and unpredictable.

Like me.

[Chuckles]

Hairy, anyway.

And out there
in the forest of thrace

was aristaeus himself.

Who lopes in and out
of the deepest woods.

The corn was ripe,

the branches
were heavy with fruit.

And the men and women
of that country
gathered in the harvest

and danced a grateful dance
to the goddess demeter.

But eurydice was drawn
to the wilderness.

[Aristaeus]
Aristaeus.

Who's there?

Aristaeus.

[Laughing]

I can see you.

Hello.

Ooh, I'm a mass
of an unscratchable itch.

Oh, shake a leg. Oh.

If there was a wall
I could get up against,

if there was a rough place
I could rub up against,

I could have
a really good itch.

Ooh! Oh, yes. C-C-Can
you scratch my itch?
Come here. Come here.

Oh, yes, great.
Over here.

Let go.I shan't.

[Chuckling]

Who are you?

I'm a goat.

I'm a man.

I'm the brother of pan.

Oh, let go!

Oh! Orpheus!

[Aristaeus laughing]

Orpheus!

[Storyteller]
Aristaeus meant her no harm.

But as she ran
through the forest
a snake bit her heel.

[Screaming]

Eurydice.

Eurydice.

Satyrs understand
only pleasure.

In the face of pain,
they're like children

alone in the dark.

I'm a goat. I'm a man.

It wasn't me. It wasn't me.
Just a snake. Just a snake!

Eurydice.

Speak to me.
Eurydice!

[Orpheus crying]

Don't leave me!

But her eyes
just stared past him

and her mouth gaped
as wide as a grave.

He took his wife in his arms

and carried her
out of the forest

to where his people
were still dancing.

And his words chilled
their hearts.

Eurydice is dead.

[All exclaiming]

We will give her body
to the woods

laid out for harvest fires.

And when we have done
with our lament,

[women lamenting]

I will break my lyre.

For since she is dead,
there will be no more music.

[Aristaeus]
Bring her back!

Don't let her die.

Help me.
Please, help me.

You. You can do it.
Your music can do anything,
can't it?

Make it bring her back.

Use this to bring her back.

Please, please, you must.

You must help me.

Zeus and the immortals,
hear me!

I, who have calmed the seas

and made rocks
move with my music,

I will charm death himself.

I'll go down to Hades
and bring her back.

Do you hear me?

I will bring her back
from the arms
of death himself!

So armed only with his music,

orpheus went down
into the underworld.

A land from which no one
has ever returned.

There is almost
no sound in Hades.

They have a dog there,
don't they?

They have a 3-headed dog,
Cerberus, if you must know.

But this isn't a story
about dogs.

This is the story of orpheus,

who went down
into Hades itself
to bring back his loved one.

He picked his way down
towards the river styx,

the river he must cross
to reach the underworld.

And there below
he saw his wife

walking towards charon,

the ferryman of Hades.

One obol.

Drink.

Eurydice! Don't drink.

This is the water of lethe.

The water
that makes you forget.

Everyone must drink it.

It's sweet.

[Orpheus]
Eurydice!

Don't you feel
all those painful things

going,

[water rippling]

Going.

Eurydice didn't turn

as the boat drifted off
through the mists.

Orpheus could only wait
for the ferry to return,

knowing there was
no other way across.

One obol.

The crossing is one obol.

No obol, no crossing.

ª charon âª

⪠charon âª

the boat, it moved.

I know.

The souls of the dead
have no weight.

Your hands,
they're warm.

I'm alive.Yes.

Your lips, your skin.

ª charon âª

⪠charon âª

I haven't heard music

for, I don't know,
so long.

Doesn't it soothe you,
eh, sir?

Huh?

[Storyteller]
Reaching the far side
of the river,

orpheus stumbled on
through the cold marshes

with eurydice riding
ahead of him.

Always just out of reach.

He called to her
but as he did so,

the mists swirled back
before his eyes.

And there in front of him
was Hades,

the king of the underworld,

with persephone,
his queen, by his side.

Who comes uninvited
to my kingdom?

I'm orpheus,

king of thrace,
son of Calliope.

And what does king orpheus
seek from Hades?

A soul now before you
in judgment,

eurydice, my wife.

No soul returns
from my kingdom.

Love is stronger than death.

[Hades laughing]

Nothing is stronger
than death, little musician.

Fear me.

I am the bored audience
at the theater.

A knock at the door
when you least expect it.

I am the one whose name
must not be spoken

for fear I hear it
and sit next to you.

I am the pain in your arm
at 4:00 in the morning,

the headache
that will not shift,

the sour taste in your mouth

of everything you ever did.

I'm waiting, little musician.

And one day,
I shall come for you also.

Then you'll see
your wife once more.

[Sighs]

[Storyteller]
But orpheus would not
give up eurydice.

He played again,
this time to the queen.

He will not listen.

Or if he pretends to listen,
he is lying.

Oh, death cheats, too.

Each year, mankind endures
the winter while I stay here

because he tricked me
long ago.

Even Zeus was powerless
to change it.

He'll trick you,
too, musician.

Still orpheus played on,

but the king
of the underworld

was deaf to the beauty
of his music.

Persephone was moved
by an unbearable sadness.

Everything must die, orpheus.

The people we love most
have to die.

Even the rocks,
the earth itself
is eaten away by time.

Everything must die, orpheus.

To live again.

People think of death
like absence.

But absence isn't forever.

Not while there is any life
left at all in the world.

It's only cold on the earth
for 6 months.

Death is unimpressed.

Husband, I pray to you.

I am begging you,

give up this soul to orpheus.

[Laughing]

Very well,

little musician.

Take your bride.

Take her to the upper world.

But always walk ahead of her.

And do not once look back
to see if she is following.

For if you turn
to look at her,

she will be mine once more.

You hear me?

Imagine the love of his life
behind him,

and yet
he must not look at her.

With every step that he took,
he listened.

But the shades of the dead
make no sound.

And he could not hear
her tread behind him.

He walked,
grim as death itself,

on and on through the wastes
of the underworld

towards the 9-looped
river styx.

By the time he reached
charon's boat,

he had started to doubt
that eurydice was behind him.

Don't ask me questions
and don't sing.

They remind me of the world.

I have my duty,
that's enough.

Eurydice.

Give me a sign.

Just breathe,

I can't hear you.

Don't look around!

Oh, how he longed to.
How he longed to.

As he started up
the steep track that leads
back to the world's light,

he kept his eyes
on the ground.

He clenched his fists hard,

and willed himself
not to think of her.
It wasn't far.

Ahead of him,
he could see the daylight.

If only he could believe
that she was behind him.

That silence of her death
was not a real silence,

but had been redeemed
by music.

He was almost
at the entrance of the cave
that leads to Hades

and he could hear the birds
singing outside.

And they walked out
into the sunlight
and were happy ever after.

They didn't. They didn't.

[Sighs]

They didn't.

It's always just
when you think
you have things in your grasp

that you close your fingers
and find they've gone.

Because when we're in love,

it's our hearts that guide us
and betray us all the time.

Orpheus could bear it
no longer.

He turned.

And her soul fled back
to Hades.

He had lost eurydice forever.

[Dog howling]

Orpheus went out alone.

He went back to the land
of his people

and sat like a man
who was dead already.

And the women gathered
around him.

They felt his pain,

but they begged him to play.

For his music brought rain,

made crops grow.

No

more

music,

ever.

[Jarring]

What happened?

If you could have heard
that sound,

a hateful, ugly sound,

a sound that could make
women barren,

stop love before it started,

on and on and on,

day after day.

And the women came to him
from the fields

knowing they must end
this deathly noise.

They circled around him
and beat their tools
on the ground.

They're really wild
those women.
What are they doing?

[Dog]
Stop! What're
they doing to him?

They tore his body
limb from limb.

They cast his fragments
onto the river.

And his head floated
out to sea

to the island of lesbos.

And his head still sang
her name

and will always sing her name.

Eurydice.

And some people say
that the wild women
were turned into trees

where they stood.

That was the last time
the trees had souls.

And from that day,

there was nothing in oaks,
or limes, or silver birch

but Woody silence.

But orpheus' head
spoke prophecies.

And the love that
he'd had for eurydice
was never forgotten.

Never will be forgotten

as long as there is love.

So maybe love
is stronger than death.

And we've got his lyre.
It's here.

My lyre must always play.

For without music,
we're nothing.

We need the shapes
out of nothing.

Tunes out of silence.

Love out of hate.

Music that lasts forever.