All language subtitles for The Medium 1951.ENG.05

The Medium

"Where, oh, where is my new golden spindle and thread?

If I don't bring them home
The King will strike me dead!"

Thus spoke the weeping queen to the gnome.

"Where, oh, where is my spindle and thread?"

Oh! Toby, you foolish boy!

Baba will soon be home and nothing, nothing is ready!

Besides, you know she'll beat you if you touch her things.

"Queen, fair queen,
If you give me the crown on your head,

I'll tell you where I have seen
Your golden spindle and thread."

Thus spoke the wicked gnome.

Oh! Toby, how handsome you are!

Behold the King of Babylon
On his purple throne!

I shall be your servant,
I shall be your princess,

I shall be your foreign bride
Come from distant northern seas.

How d'you do, my master,
How d'you do, my King,

How d'you do, my love?

Ah! Toby, if you only could speak!

Be careful, Baba's coming!

How many times I've told you not to touch my things!

Look at you!

Dressed with silk and bangles like a woman!

Fancying yourself a King or something?

Stop dreaming, you feeble-minded gipsy!

I told you not to touch my things!

Is anything ready? Of course not!

And the people will be here at any minute.

If anything goes wrong tonight I'll make you pay for it!

What do you think I'm feeding you for?
You good-for-nothing, you dirty bastard!

No! Baba, don't!

Where have you been all night?

Where have I been?

Ah! ah! money, my dear, money.

Look, don't worry, my sweet, you have a very clever mother!

Where did you get it?

Where? I sat on Mrs. Campi's steps all night;

She got so scared of seeing me there
she paid ev'ry cent she still owed me.

- You shouldn't have done it.
- Why?

Mrs. Campi's so poor.

Pf! She owed me the money, didn't she?

Get ready! Hurry!

Mme Flora
Spiritualistic Consultant and Psychic Reader
Expert in Ectoplasmic Phenomena
4th floor rear

- Good evening, Madame Flora. Good evening.
- Come in, come in.

Good evening.

Good evening. Are you Mrs. Nolan?

Yes.

- This is Mr. and Mrs. Gobineau.
- How d'you do? - How d'you do?

Let us wait a few minutes for late comers.

Sit down.

- Is this the first time that you come to Madame Flora?
- Yes.

You'll see she's quite wonderful!

Is there some dear departed you want to speak to?

Yes, my daughter Doodly.

- Oh, when did she die?
- Last year, she was only sixteen.

Do you really think I shall hear her voice?

Oh, yes, you may even see her.

Oh, I couldn't bear that!

Don't be so nervous. It is all very simple.

Have you known her a long time?

Oh, yes! We have been coming here
ev'ry week for almost two years.

We come to communicate with our little son.

And does he speak to you?

Oh, no, he couldn't speak!
He was only a baby when he died.

But we hear him laugh.
He sounds so happy.

When did he die?

It happened long ago.

We were still young, very young.

We had a house in France.

With a garden full of lilacs and mimosa.

The garden had a fountain,

A silly little fountain,

No more deep than that . . .

It was just his birthday - two years old.

We had given him a little boat, a lovely little sailboat.

I still don't know how it happened.

He was playing by the fountain.

I was not far away, cutting some lilacs for the house.

I never heard a sound

And when I looked . . .

And when I looked . . .

And when I looked . . .

There, there, don't cry.

You know that he is happier now than if he had lived.

It's time to begin. Close the door.

You must be very silent.

The hands must touch.

Mother, mother, are you there?

Mother, mother, are you there?

Mrs. Nolan, it must be your daughter . . .

Speak to her! Speak to her!

Can't you see! She's looking for you!

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!

- I . . .I can't!
- Come, come! You must not behave like that.

Ask her something.

Doodly . . . is it you?

Yes.

Go on!

- Doodly, is it evil what I'm doing?
- No.

You must not be so afraid!

Ask her something else.

Doodly, Doodly, are you happy?

Yes, mother, I am happy.

Doodly, Doodly, are you near your father?

Yes, mother, I can see him.

Doodly, Doodly, why did you leave me?

Mother! Mother! Are you so unhappy?

I . . . I'm very much alone.

Mummy, Mummy dear, you must not cry for me.

I'm still with you.

What is death but a sweeter change,

There's no parting, there's no end.

Mummy, Mummy dear, your sorrow's
like a wound that keeps me awake.

The earth is light, the roots are sweet;

But the tears of those we love are heavy and bitter rain.

Mummy, my darling, when you go home,

Go to my room and burn my old gloves.

Burn all my schoolbooks,
Give away my dresses,

Give away my necklace.
Burn, burn, give away, give away...

Keep for yourself only the little gold locket.

The gold locket? Which locket? I have no locket.

Mother, mother, are you there?

I don't understand . . .
Doodly, Doodly, don't go away.

Oh, please stop her!

Doodly! Doodly!

No! No! You mustn't . . . Sit down!

Send my son to me . . .

Please send my son to me.

Please send my son to me.

Is that you, Mickey?

Hello, Mickey!

Hello, darling! My darling! You sound so near to-night!

- Yes, so near.
- I can almost feel him.

Oh, he is going away now.

Good night, my sweet, kiss me.

We'll be back soon.

What is it? Who is it?
Who is there?

- Who touched me?
- What do you mean?

I said, who touched me?

I don't know,

But why be afraid?

I don't know,

But why be afraid?

No, no, you don't understand.
A hand touched me in the dark.

Oh, yes, that has often happened to me.

Me too, I always feel Mickey's hand on my hair.

It couldn't be. I can't understand.

You're not afraid, are you?

Go home, leave me alone.
Can't you see? I'm not feeling well.

Go home, leave me alone.

Get out!
Get out!

But why be afraid, afraid of our dead?

Baba, what has happened?

Give me something to drink.

Monica . . .

Yes . . .

- We must never do this again.
- But what has happened?

- Monica . . .
- Yes . . .

- We must give them their money back.
- But why?

Why? Didn't you see?

While I was still pretending to be in a trance,

All of a sudden in the dark

I felt on my throat a hand -

A cold, cold hand.

It wasn't the hand of a man.

Monica, I'm afraid!

Baba, Baba, you're imagining things!

You've been drinking again.
What else could it be?

No, no . . . no, it was there . . .

I felt on my skin . . .ev'ry finger . . .
see . . . like this!

Monica, Monica, I'm afraid!

Yes, I'm afraid!

Where is Toby?

He! He's the one!

I know now!
You did it!

Yes, yes . . . you did it!

- Oh, Baba, Baba, leave him alone!
- I can read it in his eyes.

Look at him! The way he grins at me.

Just because he cannot speak we take him for a half-wit,

But he knows a great deal.
He knows much more than we think.

There is something uncanny about him.

He sees things we don't see.

Get up! Get up!

I tell you, don't trust him!
I warn you - keep away from him!

Beware of him! Beware!

Come, Baba. Come, Baba.

Ah, Mme Flora. What a surprise.
Do come in.

This way.

- Will you sit down?
- No.

I cannot stay.

I only came because I must ask you something.

Yes?

During the night at the seance ...

Yes?

Did you see anything?

Oh yes, Doodly, my daughter Doodly.

I saw her very clearly.

I promise you the next time I won't be afraid anymore.

No, it isn't that!

Didn't you see ...

Something?

Something around me?

Oh yes, she was near us.

She was everywhere.

There's the piano she used to play.

I haven't opened it since.

Come, come and see her room.

There you see
I'm going to do what she told me,

I'm going to give away her things.

Her confirmation dress.

Her little red purse her grandmother gave her.

But it isn't that,
there's something else I must ask you.

Oh I know,
she must have sent you another message for me.

She's angry with me

because I haven't obeyed her yet.

Yes, last night I cried again,
but I won't, you see, I won't cry again,

and all these things I'll soon give away,

I just would like to keep them a few days longer.

And the locket! Oh, do you know
I found the locket.

Come and see.

No, I don't want to look!

Let me go! Let me go!

And never come back to my house again!

Baba.

Baba.

Oh where ...

Come Toby, we'll go together.

??? never mind
don't fear

??? don't be scared ... you like

young man, don't be afraid

young man ... thank you ???

???

???

young man, nobody can do ???

Don't ??? like that, Toby

I should never ???

We shall have our own carnival,
we shall have our own puppets.

tomorrow

when Baba goes out

Quick, she mustn't see you here.

Run home, Toby.

Don't stop anywhere!

Who's there?

That's Toby.

Yes, that's Toby.

No no, I don't want to go up there.

We must never do this again.

You must go to bed, mother.

- Come with me.
- No!

I cannot sleep anyway.

??? tonight

The sun has fallen and it lies in blood.

The moon is weaving bandages of gold.

O black swan, where, oh, where is my lover gone?

Torn and tattered is my bridal gown,

And my lamp is lost, and my lamp is lost.

With silver needles and with silver thread,

The stars stitch a shroud for the dying sun.

O black swan, where, oh, where has my lover gone?

I had given him a kiss of fire,

And a golden ring,
and a golden ring.

Don't you hear your lover moan?

Eyes of glass and feet of stone,

Shells for teeth and weeds for tongue,

Deep, deep, down in the river's bed he's looking for the ring.

Eyes wide open, never asleep,

He's looking for the ring, looking for the ring.

The spools unravel and the needles break.

The sun is buried and the stars weep.

O black wave, take me away with you.

I will share with you my golden hair,

And my bridal crown, and my bridal crown.

Oh, take me down with you.

Take me down to my wand'ring lover with my child unborn,

Mother, mother, are you there?

Mother, mother, are you there?

Can't you hear?

Again you're imagining things.

No, no, I'm sure I heard a voice like yours.

Someone must be hiding back there.

Toby, go back and see who it is.

- Baba, don't be foolish, Nobody's there!
- Go on, go on.

What has come over you, Baba?
I've never seen you like this.

We are not alone! We are not alone!

He's coming! He's running back.

Did you see anything?

I told you, I told you there is nobody there.

You're lying! You don't want to tell me . . .

Liar! liar!

Baba, stop it!

Oh, God, what is happening to me?

What is this darkness?

Kneel down, kneel down,

and pray God to save our souls.

Ave Maria, gratia plena,
Dominus tecum etc.

O black wave,
O black wave,

Take me down with you,
Take me down with you.

Toby.

Toby.

Look at me.

It's I, Baba.

Don't pretend to be asleep.

Or are you also afraid of me?

Oh no! You won't?

You're not asleep.

How could you be?
??? open your eyes

let me look at them

I can read the truth between those eyes

no no ???

Why do you look at me like that?

ah you see ??? look at me

I need something
???

I see further ???

for ever ???

Oh Baba, what are you doing?

- Come.
- Great Heavens, sleep.

Great Heavens, sleep.

You must forget him, Baba.

There is nothing, nothing at all.

Bravo!

And after the theater, supper and dance.

Music ... um-papa um-papa ...

Up in the sky
some-one is playing a trombone and a guitar.

Red is your tie.
And in your velvetine coat you hide a star.

Monica, Monica, dance the waltz.

Monica, Monica, dance the waltz.

Follow me, moon and sun,

Keep time with me, one two three one.

If you're not shy,

Pin up my hair with your star, and buckle my shoe.

And when you fly,
Please hold on tight to my waist, I'm flying with you.

O, Monica, Monica, dance the waltz.

Monica, Monica, dance the waltz.

Follow me, moon and sun,

Follow me...

What is the matter, Toby?

What is it you want to tell me?

Kneel down before me,

And now, tell me . . .

Monica, Monica, can't you see,

That my heart is bleeding, bleeding for you?

I loved you, Monica, all my life,

With all my breath, with all my blood.

You haunt the mirror of my sleep,

You are my night.

You are my light and the jailer of my day.

How dare you, scoundrel, talk to me like that!

Don't you know who I am?

I'm the Queen of Aroundel!

I shall have you put in chains!

You are my princess, you are my queen,

And I'm only Toby, one of your slaves,

And still I love you and always loved you

With all my breath, with all my blood.

I love your laughter, I love your hair,

I love your deep and nocturnal eyes.

I love your soft hands, so white and winged,

I love the slender branch of your throat.

Toby, don't speak to me like that!

You make my head swim.

Monica, Monica, fold me in your satin gown.

Monica, Monica, give me your mouth,

Monica, Monica, fall in my arms.

Why, Toby!

You're not crying, are you?

Toby, I want you to know
that you have the most beautiful voice in the world!

Where is Monica?

Toby, what are you doing?

Come here, Toby.

I want to talk to you.

Come, come near me.

What are you afraid of?

Come, come nearer, this way.

Toby, you know that I love you
as if you were my own son.

I'm often harsh with you, that's true.

Still, still, if it hadn't been for me,

where would you be now?

I found you, a little starving gipsy, roaming the streets of Budapest

without a tongue to speak your hunger.

If I hadn't taken you with me,
who would have cared for you, poor little half-wit?

And now, listen, now we must be good friends.

I'll never punish you, never, never again,

And I will buy you a new shirt of bright red silk and a golden scarf.

But first you must tell me.

Were you the one who touched my throat?

You know, at the seance a few days ago . . .

Don't be afraid of telling me.

I won't punish you.

I just want to know, that is all.

Just tell me, yes, or no.

Come, don't be afraid, yes, or no.

I know it anyway, but show me how you did it.

Come on, wake up, wake up, I say, damn you!

You see, you make me angry,
and I want to be your friend.

Now tell me, my sweet, my own little Toby,
it was you who touched me, wasn't it?

Perhaps it was not you after all . . .

Perhaps it was something else . . .

Something I couldn't see ...

But you know, you saw it!

I can read it in your eyes!
Come on, say yes, or no!

Stop staring at me!

Don't go away!

You see, you're making me angry again!

You love Monica, don't you?

How would you like to marry her?

Yes, you could, you could.

But first you must tell me, did you have anything to do
with what happened that night?

Did you see anything?
A light? a shape?

Wake up! Did you?
Stop staring at me!

Ah, so!

You don't want to answer.

You're trying to frighten me.

I'll show you, damn little gipsy,

I'll make you talk!

I'll make you talk!

You cannot get away from me!

I'll make you spit out blood, I will.

I'll make you spit out blood!

So you won't answer, eh!

So you won't answer, eh!

Oh, Baba, what did you do to him?

Good evening, Madame Flora.

Good evening.

What do you want?

Isn't this the night of the seance?

The seance?

Yes, yes, I'm glad you came.

I've something to tell you, come in.

There will be no more seances.

There is your money.

No more seances?

What do you mean?

Listen to me! There never was a seance!
I cheated you!

Do you understand?

Cheated you, cheated you!

How could it be?
It isn't true, you must not say so!

I clearly saw my daughter,
I saw her, with my own eyes!

And little Mickey, laughing,
touching my hair!

Nothing but a fraud,
I can prove it to you.

Look here, the lights, the wires to make the table move.

The hidden door.

Oh, no! I saw my daughter, I saw her!

Your daughter, here she is!

Cheap white gauze, nothing else.

But I spoke to her.

Monica, Monica, let her hear your voice, show her.

"Mother, mother, are you there?

Mother, mother, are you there?"

Oh, no, no, no, that isn't the same voice!

And do the little boy laughing.

Oh, no! You know that isn't the same!

You fools!
What more proofs do you want?

Not to know my own daughter's voice!

Could that be? Could that be?

Not to know little Mickey's touch!

Could that be? Could that be?

No, no, no, it wasn't a fraud!

What you said is not the truth!

- I even found the little locket she talked about.
- Did you?

The locket?
Ev'rybody has some old locket.

It's an old trick; we use it on ev'ry mother!

It might well be you thought
you were cheating all the while,

But you were not, you were not.

Surely now, you won't let us down!
What would we do without your guidance?

Please let us have our seance, Madame Flora!

It is foolish of you!

You must believe me!
You must!

This is the only joy we have in our lives,
Madame Flora!

- Our little dead are waiting for us, Madame Flora!
- Here is your money. Take it!

You wouldn�t keep us away from them would you, Madame Flora?
Please let us have our seance, Madame Flora!

- Just let us have it once more, just once more, Madame Flora!
- You must believe me!

Get out of here, get out, get out!

You fools! You fools!

Fools!

Fools!

And you, you too get out and never come back!

Don't say that! Toby is so helpless!

Yes, he must go!

No, Baba, you cannot send him away.

- You know he can't take care of himself.
- I don't care.

He is hardly more than a child.

That may be, but still he must go away.
I cannot bear to see those hunted eyes.

- Then let me go and take care of him!
- You'll do nothing of the sort!

- Yes, Baba, if he must go, I will too.
- You'll do nothing of the sort!

- Baba!
- He must go!

Baba!
He must go, go away!

Don't worry, he will take care of himself,
He'll surely find a place where he can stay.

Oh, please don't let him go!
I cannot bear to look at him!

Yes, he must go before it is too late!
Get out, get out!

Toby!

Toby!

Toby!

Don't stand there like a fool!

Go into your room!

Leave him alone.

He'll take care of himself.

Mother, mother, are you there?

Who's there? Is it you, Monica?

Mother, mother, are you there?

Stop it!

Afraid, am I afraid?

Madame Flora afraid!

Can it be that I'm afraid?

In my young days I have seen many terrible things!

Women screaming as they were murdered,

And men's hands dripping with blood,
and men haunted by knives.

And little grotesque children drained white
by the voraciousness of filth,

And loathsome old men insane with vice,

And young men with cankers
crawling on their flesh like hungry lizards.

This I've seen, and more, and never been afraid.

O God!

Forgive my sins,

I'm sick and old.

Forgive my sins and give me peace!

What ill wind shakes my hand?

What unseen ghost stands by my side?

No, no, it cannot be the dead!

The dead . . . the dead . . .

The dead never come back.

They sink down in the dust

With no eyes to dream and no silence to keep,

No secrets to hide!

Gone, empty, nothing, nothing.

"O black swan, where, oh, where is my lover gone?"

Who is there?

"O black swan, O black swan . . ."

What?

Nothing, but then if there is nothing to be afraid of,
why am I afraid of this nothingness?

I must forget about it, laugh at it, yes, laugh at it!

O God, forgive my sins,

I'm sick and old.

Forgive my sins.

I'm sick and old.

Who's there?

Who's there? Answer me!

Monica, Monica, is it you?

Who is it then?

If you are human, answer me!

Who is it? Who is it?

Speak out or I'll shoot!

I'll shoot! I'll shoot!

Answer me! Answer me!

I'll shoot! I'll shoot!

I've killed the ghost!

I've killed the ghost!

Baba! Baba!

Let me in! Let me in!

Please Baba, let me in.

Help! Help!

Help!

Was it you? Was it you?

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English subtitles: serdar202@KG2017