All language subtitles for Carmilla.2019

Name two
parts of the flower's carpel.

Stigma and style.

Good.

And why do flowers
have color and smell?

To make them
beautiful and lovely.

No.

To attract insects.

So, to be destroyed?

Part of the flower has to die

in order for what's left
to become a new fruit.

Secure?

Lara!

Lara!

There are still wild flowers.

The almanac did
predict a late autumn.

It's not often wrong.

Can't believe it.

68 days and now only 12 left
until Charlotte arrives.

Isn't it funny?

It felt like such a lifetime
ago and now it's nearly here.

Yes, it'll be good for you

to have a companion
for a few months,

if nothing else to stop all
this incessant daydreaming.

Well, I
have a list of things

for us to do during her stay.

Do you?

I know, Miss Fontaine.

Pick that up, please.

Charlotte and I can
try on each other's dresses.

Lara, I know you're excited
about Charlotte's visit,

but your father might not
appreciate such idle chatter.

Where do spirits go?

The good ones go up.

Up to the hills?

Even further.

To heaven.

Have you written Charlotte
a welcome letter?

You'll have time when
you change for dinner.

Thank
you, Margaret.

Lord, we thank you
for these gifts

of your bounty at our table.

And as you've so provided
for us in the past,

we pray that you sustain
us throughout our lives,

as you shall sustain us
in the life everlasting.

Amen.

What's that?

Nothing.

We talked about this, Lara.

These are not images
for a young lady.

You have nothing to say?

You took a book from your
father's study without asking,

kept it for who knows
how long, hidden away,

proving you knew it was wrong,
and yet you did it anyway.

Stand up.

Palm.

Look at me.

Now, I will pray hard
for you tonight, Lara.

Pray hard that these images
don't visit your night terrors.

You're playing with fire,
Lara, you and your left hand.

Playing with the devil.

Now, you pray hard too.

Pray hard.

Pray hard, Lara.

♪ Sneeze on Friday ♪

♪ Sneeze for sorrow ♪

♪ Sneeze on Saturday ♪

♪ Sweetheart tomorrow ♪

♪ Sneeze on Sunday ♪

♪ Your safety seek ♪

♪ The devil will have you ♪

♪ The rest of the week ♪

♪ You sneeze for danger ♪

♪ Sneeze on Tuesday ♪

♪ You kiss a stranger ♪

Good morning.

I'll make
sure he gets it. Thank you.

A letter's arrived for you.

What is it?

Charlotte
has taken ill.

Does it
say what's wrong with her?

Mm.

Just they will all have
to call off their visit.

I'll find
the right time to tell her.

Would
you? Thank you.

Said your prayers?

You're terribly
disappointed, aren't you?

You do understand why, though?

It's my fault.

No.

Charlotte's fallen ill.

It would be irresponsible
for her to travel now.

She was coming
and now she's not.

It's what you said.

I called the devil.

It's because of me.

It's true.

Shh.

Hey.

Now, now, now, now.

Oh, Lara.

You keep to my rules
and all will be well.

Hmm?

All will be well.

I won't let the devil
into this house.

Don't you worry about that.

I'll always care for you, Lara.

Always protect you.

You're always safe with me.

Do you hear?

This belonged to your mother.

I thought you might
like to have it.

Now, the brooch and the
fur must stay together.

Don't ask me why.

Your mother had certain
peculiarities not to be questioned,

not even in her absence.

Good night.

Watch the sides.

Watch the sides.

Watch your step.

Poor thing.

Bring her in.

Is she all right?

Careful with her.

Is she breathing?

- Is she all right?
- Gently with her.

Take her
up the east stairs.

What
about the driver?

I don't know.

Leave a light burning.

He may have gone for help.

Back to your
room, immediately.

Lara.

Poor fella.

Just
bad luck, I guess.

All right?

She's not half rich,
I can say that.

Wonder if there's
any documents in this mess.

Expect there's a family name

in there somewhere.

We'll have a look.

Aye.

She seems to be unscathed.

Her breathing is regular.

No broken bones?

Doesn't appear so.

What should we do now?

Try not to disturb her.

Cases like this,
they just need time.

Put water to her lips
five times a day.

Like this.

Everyone stay quiet, please.

I am Dr. Renquist.

Can you speak?

How many people can you
see here in this room?

She may be in shock.

Don't be frightened.

There
was some commotion

about the house last night.

There was a carriage crash

involving a young lady
round about your age.

She was in a desperate
state when she arrived,

first unconscious,
then unable to speak,

but Dr. Renquist believes she
will be fine, God willing.

She just needs rest,
peace and quiet.

So until we have ascertained

the identity of this young lady,

she will remain
here as our guest.

I've put her in the room at
the top of the east stairs

to keep her as far
away as possible

from any household commotion.

It is imperative
she not be disturbed.

She's in a very
sensitive state, Lara,

so don't even ask
if you may see her.

Lara!

Lara.

Even though there are no lines,

you still must
pretend there are.

For example...

Go on.

Tell me.

You've been daydreaming
since our latest arrival,

and while I understand
your anticipation,

you seem to be curious about
something, so, go on, ask.

Have you ever met Charlotte?

I have not.

Do you think the
girl who crashed

in the carriage is Charlotte?

No, I do not.

Why?

Your father has
met the Duval girl.

He would recognize her.

Why do you think it
could be Charlotte?

I thought a miracle happened

and maybe Charlotte got better,

or perhaps still ill, and
she decided to sneak off

and got into the carriage
and set out on the road,

and she pressed her
carriage driver to go

as fast as he could to
get here by daybreak,

and that's what
caused the crash.

Thought she was so
excited and determined

to stay here that
that's what happened,

and you and Father
were hiding her from me

because you knew
she couldn't come,

but you didn't want
to disappoint me.

Oh, child.

That's not what happened.

Your thoughts have run
off with themselves.

We don't know who she
is, I can assure you,

nor her driver,
God rest his soul.

Now, have you chosen
a poetry piece

to practice your elocution?

I thought maybe a sonnet.

Excellent.

Nice and simple.

Why don't you go to your
room and begin memorizing?

I have errands to run.

Miss Fontaine?

Miss Fontaine.

Are you in a rush?

How's the patient?

She's perfect,
except that she won't speak.

You almost sound disappointed.

Having seen the fate
of the poor driver,

I would say she's as
lucky as an angel.

Isn't the expression,
"the luck of the devil"?

She's too pretty.

Tell me, why is that
men are so easily swayed

at the sight of a pretty face?

Not I.

No?

No.

No, I see the same
devil lying in that bed

as you do, Miss Fontaine.

Don't be absurd.

I don't see...

She's just a girl,
a girl like Lara.

I'm teasing.

Lara might have a playmate
after all instead of Charlotte.

And what of Charlotte?

Well, there have been rumors.

What rumors?

Superstitions about...

For that there is
no medical remedy.

Miss Fontaine, in these times,

you would be
hard-pressed to find

another household
taking in a stranger.

Lara, do...

You all right?

Yes.

You just startled me is all.

You said your prayers?

We shall say a prayer together
for that poor young girl.

Good.

Good night.

Why is your family
keeping me in that room?

It's for your safety.

Lots of danger in
this house, is there?

You're not from
around here, are you?

A girl from the town
over, Charlotte Duval,

she was supposed to stay
with us for several months.

But it seems as though she's
not the only one recently.

You haven't told me your name.

Do you remember your name?

Well, we have to
call you something.

Choose.

I can't name you.

Sure you can.

I'm sure you've
named things before.

Fish and birds and
such, but never a person.

But you said it yourself,
you have to call me something.

Valerie?

Clarissa.

Carmilla.

Claire.

Carmilla.

Carmilla.

I should return to my room.

Wait.

You mustn't tell of this.

I won't.

It's our secret.

She speaks.

She's speaking.

She can speak.

Miss Fontaine.

She can speak.

I'm Miss Fontaine,
governess of this house,

of the Bauer estate.

We're here to help you,

help you recover and
find your family.

Do you understand?

How are you feeling?

Do you know what
happened to you?

How you got here?

What is your name?

Shall we start there?

Can you at least recall
what your name is?

Yes.

So what is it?

Carmilla.

Well, Carmilla, do
you, for instance,

know where you're from,

who your family is?

This is all so confusing.

Yes, of course.

Well, you're safe
and sound here.

I will have some
inquiries made in the area.

You will stay here
until we can reunite

you with your family,

and hopefully, over that
time, your memory will return.

You are most kind.

Good.

Do I have to
stay in this room?

I understand your eagerness,
but you should rest.

Perhaps tomorrow.

No need to rush anything.

You've been through so much.

Shh.

Welcome.

I gave her one of
Lara's dresses to wear.

Hope you don't
mind, Miss Fontaine.

Oh.

Oh!

Bring us some tea,
please, Margaret.

Now, Mr. Bauer is
departing momentarily.

He will do everything he can
to find your next of kin.

But we are so pleased you've
made such a swift recovery.

We'll have you back where
you belong in no time.

Won't we, Lara?

May I take Carmilla outside
and show her the grounds?

Yes, but you must
be back in time

for some tea, please.

Miss Fontaine says at
the top of those hills,

there are these mounds.

She calls them spirit mounds.

They say it's where
fallen angels go

when they're
expelled from heaven.

They say the spirits will drive
you mad and drive you to...

Drive you to do what?

Hurt yourself.

Or worse.

Did you ever touch one?

Heavens, no.

Miss Fontaine forbids
I ever go there,

or even stare too hard
to the other side.

She knows all sorts
about such things.

Does she?

That dress doesn't
look like that on me.

I want to show
you something fun.

Don't be afraid.

Breathe.

Breathe deeper.

Deeper.

Now, faster.

Faster.

Hold your breath.

Told you before, Lara,

not to leave your
trinkets about the house.

And you know how I feel
about that in particular.

Let me see you eat
something, Carmilla.

You must be famished.

Apart from which, Margaret
went to a lot of trouble

to prepare us something hot.

Eat it.

Thine eyes and on
thy forehead gaze.

200 to adore each breast,

but 30,000 to the rest.

An age at least to every part.

An age at least to every part.

And the last age
should show your heart.

And the last age
should show your heart.

An age at least to every part,

and the last age
should show your heart.

The grave's a fine
and private place,

but none, I think,
do there embrace.

Now therefore, while
thy youthful hew

sits on thy skin
like morning dew,

and while thy willing
soul transpires

at every pore with
instant fires,

now let us sport
us while we may,

and now, like amorous
birds of prey,

rather at once our time devour

than languish in his
slow-chapped power.

That's very impressive.

But you have missed a verse.

It's all very
exciting, isn't it?

Come.

Let's go for a walk.

I remember when I was a
young lady, about your age,

there was a person who gave me

a feeling I had
never felt before.

It was a new feeling,
and it confused me.

So to understand it,
I reflected on it,

on what that feeling could be.

But before I understood it,
I made choices based on it.

And those choices affected
the rest of my life.

Looking back, I now know
what that feeling was.

It was excitement, that's all.

But I wish I'd known that then.

Don't confuse your
feelings, Lara.

Don't make the same
mistakes I did.

Don't touch it, Lara.

It's just nature.

Why has
nothing eaten it?

Dead animals are
food for living ones.

You taught me that.

Not actually so.

Living ones are more appealing.

Perhaps it's diseased.

If an animal eats that,

it could die from the
very same sickness

that killed that poor thing.

Don't be scared.

Carmilla?

Carmilla.

Carmilla, are you all right?

I must have fallen out
of bed while dreaming.

I'm fine.

I had quite a dream now too.

In fact, you were in it.

You have perfume on.

Heavens, no.

I sometimes rub the petal of
a rose, though, and pretend.

Do you like the smell?

Yeah, it's pretty.

Tell me about your dream.

The one I was in.

They say it's what one doesn't
say in recounting a dream

that has the most significance.

Do you think that's
the same with poems?

What do you mean?

I left out a
verse when reciting

my poem today to Miss Fontaine.

Do you want to hear it?

Mm-hmm.

For, Lady, you
deserve this state,

nor would I love at lower rate.

But at my back, I always hear

time's winged chariot
hurrying near,

and yonder all before us lie

deserts of vast eternity.

"Deserts of vast eternity."

That's truly beautiful.

There was something
from my dream.

I couldn't breathe.

In real life too.

I woke and I still
couldn't breathe.

Couldn't breathe and
I couldn't call out.

It was terrifying.

It felt as though there was
something around my neck,

as though...

As though death
were around your neck.

Yes, as though death
were around my neck.

You see?

You can breathe perfectly.

Come.

Where are you going?

Come.

Carmilla, no.

Carmilla.

You're so beautiful.

Come with me.

This is where I
get my rose petals.

Hold this.

Don't do that.

Why not?

It doesn't want to come off.

That's silly.

Flowers are supposed
to be picked.

Stop it.

You see?

Let's be blood sisters.

You're beautiful.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Carmilla hasn't come down yet?

No, she has not.

Shall I go and wake her?

Best to let her lie in,
after all she's been through.

Mm.

Did you sleep well?

Yes.

And yet you look most tired.

And pale.

Are you sure you're
feeling well?

Well, perhaps you just
need a bit of sunshine.

This morning, if
the weather permits,

we shall go for a
walk, just you and I.

Lara, I shall have to bind
that arm of yours again

if you're not mindful.

Where is your head these days?

First, you're fixated on
Charlotte's visit and now...

You-

Madam, I bring you the latest

and greatest
potions and lotions,

elixirs and fixers,
magic and lotion.

Not for the faint-hearted, mind.

But if you are, I
can fix that too.

Hearts fixed with no tricks.

And I can take several petals,

gathered from this very garden,

so that each delicate fragment
can become whole again.

A single petal,

a single petal can grow

and transform anew.

I heard word from Mr. Bauer,

and no one has heard
of a missing girl.

It will just take time.

Yes.

What about the Duval girl?

She grows worse.

More pale by the day.

There's darkness under her eyes.

What is this?

It's from my mother.

Your mother?

Yes, she passed
when I was young.

The brooch is nice.

You know we're not true
blood sisters, don't you?

Yes, I know.

To be true blood sisters,
both our blood must mix.

You have mine, but I not yours.

It's your turn.

I have a dark
secret, you know?

I'm left-handed.

That's not a secret,
and certainly not dark.

It is.

Miss Fontaine says
it calls the devil.

Lara.

Get up.

Miss Fontaine
told me to bring you some food.

Lara, please.

Lara.

I received a letter.

And Charlotte...

Please, Lara.

I'm praying for you.

I'm praying for you.

And how many would that make?

This is the third case.

And now, Lara makes four?

Lara's symptoms
are still too early

for us to make that conclusion.

Well, I found this
in her carriage.

Have you seen any of these
behaviors in the child?

She sleeps excessively late.

She removed a cross and
hid it under her bed.

We all saw how the dog
reacted to the sight

or perhaps even
the smell of her.

Trust animals to
see what we can't.

And...

Miss Fontaine, what is it?

The other day, I found them

in Lara's bedroom.

She had taken Lara's blood.

I saw it.

I must
go and alert Mr. Bauer.

Don't leave me here.

Please.

With all our efforts to
keep this house safe,

it does seem that we,
or rather Mr. Bauer,

has let the devil right
in through the front door.

Dr. Renquist will guide us

in restoring things
back to normal order.

But we will need your
full cooperation.

We will need your help.

- You have mine.
- More than that.

We will need your confidence.

This cannot become gossip nor
reach Mr. Bauer before time.

You have
my word, Miss Fontaine.

Now, in the
absence of Mr. Bauer,

we cannot seek his permission.

But trust this is the
only way to save Lara now.

No!

I said don't move!

Stay still.

- Harder, harder.
- I said don't move!

Again.

What are you doing?!

- Lara!
- Lara, you go back

to your room!

- Go back to your room now.
- No, stop it!

- Stop it!
- Lara!

Stop!

Carmilla, run!

Lara.

Stop it.

Stop her! Take her back
to her room, right now!

Come.

Come.

Do you believe in hell?

No.

Don't?

Mm-mm.

Heaven?

No.

After we die?

No.

What, then?

In deserts of eternity.

- Lara-
- They think you're the devil.

What do you think?

Carmilla, I
took something from you.

I found it where they found you.

It's not mine.

No.

No, no, no.

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!