All language subtitles for Theatre Macabre. s01e23.Resurrection.of.the.Offland.eng

(ominous music)

- How do you do?

I'm Christopher Lee.

What mannered man has
never asked himself

how deeply does my wife
really care?

What man has ever dared
to put it to the test

at the risk of his own life?

Alexandre Dumas the Younger
tells us that Offland Helton did

in "Offland's Resurrection."

Offland was unfortunate enough

to fall in with the famous Cagliostro,

dabbler in illusion,
alchemy, magic and hypnotism.

One spin of his mystic jewel

and a man could be tempted
to take part

in the most reckless
and fantastic schemes.

Offland trusted Cagliostro
through thick and thin,

both sides of the grave.

He also trusted his wife to say one word,

a word he thought it
impossible for her to avoid.

(ominous dramatic music)

- Wait.

Show me your pass.

- But I, I'm just visiting.

- Oh, well, I'm terribly
sorry for worrying you,

my dear young ladY-

- Oh, perhaps you know where
grave number seven?

- Do I know?

Why of course!

And if you will allow me,
I will accompany you.

Shall we proceed,
mademoiselle?

Oh, but those must be heavy.

Mademoiselle, this way.

Ah.

(ominous violin music)

- [Offland] Just a little
longer in that position.

Aha.

Ah! YES, YES.

That's beautiful, all right.

- Now listen, I have some
marvelous news.

A famous physician's here.

And the friend of mine gave...

Gave me a letter of introduction.

- [Offland]
Don't move, that was good.

Ah, that's lovely.

- Perhaps we should have a rest then.

Aren't you tired?

- No.

It's just that as soon as
I begin work on something,

it frightens me, that's all.

I keep thinking it could
be the very last one

and I'll never live to finish it.

- You mustn't say that.

- You must have him examine you.

He's very well known.

- Oh Fraser, you've brought
so many doctors here.

Finest specialists in the world,
for what?

Not one of them could help me.

- You must never lose faith, dear.

You're famous.
Everyone loves you.

And I love you.

- What?

Like this?

In a wheelchair?

- Stop feeling sorry
for yourself, my friend.

- I'm not, I tell you.

I'm just afraid.

Afraid I won't have the strength.

Others will come along.

Well, don't you see?

Then I'll be forgotten.

- Listen to Fraser, my dear.

After all, you won't find a better friend.

- Well, he isn't just
a physician, you know.

Dr. Lillis is a miracle worker.

- A miracle worker, Fraser?

Oh, come on.

Just one more charlatan.

- No, he will cure you.

- I'm sure he will.

(bubbfing)

Is his condition dangerous,
doctor?

- This apparatus can detect the presence

of even the subtlest of diseases.

It was given to me by the famous

Doctor Avicenna in Bucharest.

In 1051.

- Doctor, you've evaded the
question for some reason.

I shall ask you again, is
Offland's malady a dangerous one?

- Extremely so.

As a matter of fact, Fraser,
in 1167 I was killed by it.

- [Madam Helton]
What did you say?

- It's a very important
question, doctor,

therefore I must insist
that Madam Offland

be told the truth.
It's for her benefit.

- You will find the words "truth"
and "benefit" are incompatible,

my idea Viscount.

- But my title, how?

- I once met one of your ancestors
during the third crusade.

The resemblance is most amazing.

- Is my husband very sick?

It's all right, you can tell me the truth.

- Yes, he is dying.

Do you both love each other?

- Yes.
- Yes.

- You have a very serious illness.

But fortunately, Offland,
I am here now.

Most fortunately.

- But you told me it was fatal.

- Yes.

- And you can't cure it.

- I didn't say that.

- I don't quite understand.

- You see, a man has
several methods of escape,

some choose poison.

This is the very goblet
I gave to Hannibal.

But you see, you must be
able to make a choice

that can't be undone.

- [Fraser] Hannibal?

- Yes, Hannibal,
the son of Hamilcar.

I was with him up to the very
last moment of his existence.

- And just how old would
you be, doctor?

- I am not sure.

The Egyptian priests
were very wise, you know.

You see, I'm very indebted to them.

Because of them I was
able to learn about magic.

- [Madam Helton]
Magic?

- Yes, man has endeavored
for centuries

to find the mystical pathway.

There is but one way in
which man will unravel

the mysteries of nature,
that way is magic.

But it must be combined with science.

That is why I'm indebted to them.

Hear me, young man.

With science and magic
combined, you will be cured.

- Doctor, Offland's a
great sculptor.

You can name your own price.

If I can help him now,
I'm prepared to.

- Offer you a fortune.
- Do you want to live?

- Yes.

- How long?

- As long as--
- I understand.

- You will be able to
cure him, won't you?

- Then you'd better think it over.

People should live at
the top of their power

their love, their vitality.

(Fraser chuckling)

Perhaps you find that cynical.

- You sound like a charlatan.

I hope you can prove to
me you're not, doctor.

- Life is nothing but a habit.

A habit which we acquire
so quickly and so easily

that we cannot bear the
thought of giving it up.

Am I right?

- Yes.

- [Cagliostro]
Sometimes you ask yourself

what will happen to things
that were part of our life?

What will the people do without you?

What would happen to the clay
you shaped with your fingers?

To the chisel you cut stone with?

- That's right.

- Can you imagine this room

after your husband's death,
empty?

And on his desk
his watch still ticking

as if echoing his heartbeat?

- No, no.
- All right.

- I am able to bring you back to life,

but only after you have
been dead for one year.

(gasping)

I'll explain myself.

The medical profession has
held the opinion up to now

that cure is only
possible during your life.

Nonsense.

Disease and life both leave
the body at the same time.

After the body is dead and inert,

the surgeon is able to safely search

for the source of the illness.

To probe even the most
delicate tissues

and then after the surgery
is finished,

then to pour lively
blood into the dead body.

And by this combination
of magic and science

I can save your life.

- And the soul?

- The soul?

The soul of a man remains,
provided he is kept in memory

and prayed for occasionally.

Speak out, is he loved?

- Yes.
- Yes.

- Very well.

Tell me, will you miss
him when he leaves you?

- Of course.
- Yes.

- Silence.

Get ready to die.

Death shall last 12 months.

As many times as
your wife each day

should pronounce your name

starting from the
anniversary of your demise

shall be the number of your days.

- Offland dear, I'll
say your name every day.

In place of my prayers,
I'll speak it.

- It won't count until a
year has passed,

a year in which you will
rest quietly.

As quiet as a rock.

Only a year.

Then he'll come back.

Pray for him after the
year is up, my dear.

0H3!

Twv/

three,

four,

five,

siX/

SEVEN .

Drink this. Leave your future
to me.

Drink.

(dramatic music)

- Offland, dear.

- Offland, I--

- Offland, darling,
everything is going to be so...

Oh, my lovely dearest.

Offland.

(dramatic music)

(crying)

- You asked me to help you, madam.

Now you must have faith.

How important is a year anyway?

I'll bring him back in a year.

(ominous music)

(dramatic music)

Offland.

Offland, it is I.

(knocking)

Offland.

Wake up, Offland.

(stone sliding)

(dramatic music)

- Oh, flowers.

She brought flowers.

You must let me see her.

- Are you sure about this?

- I must see her.

- You aren't supposed
to leave the graveyard.

- Well, you can go with me.

- No, I'll stay here.

Here is your pass, Offland.

- Thank you very much, doctor.

I really appreciate this.

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Show me your pass.

Thank you.

Ah.

Just want to wish you luck.

(laughing)

(tapping)

Ah.

- Are you on duty all of
the time, my man?

- Oh, I'm here all
the time, doctor.

All the time.

- You must be very fond of
your job then.

- I can't do much about it
one way or the other.

I'm in fate's hands.

Nothing for me to do, is there?

It's as you say, if we are
remembered we exist.

And more than one

has had the reason

to remember me, I'll tell you.

- Yes.

It's true we live if
memories of us live.

(dramatic music)

- Something you're looking for?

- Where is my wife?

- Your wife?

There was a lady living here,

but she moved away a while ago.

- Where to?

Where to?

- Where to?

- Yes, where did the woman
move to?

- She didn't say.

- When?

- I haven't any idea.

It's been empty for
quite a while now.

I'm just here to clean
it up and that's all.

(ominous piano music)

- What has happened?

- You haven't heard, monsieur?

Such a terrible accident.

- Fraser?

Dead?

And I alive?

My best friend,
you know.

A tragedy.

How did...?

How did he die?

- The blade broke.

Master went to his fencing class
as he did every Thursday.

His partner's blade
snapped suddenly

and went straight through
Monsieur Fraser's poor heart.

- How terrible.

- You must be Monsieur Helton's
brother.

I saw the resemblance to
him immediately.

Another tragedy,
monsieur.

Both of them dead and
both so young.

They were wonderful friends,

Monsieur Fraser and
Monsieur Offland.

If I didn't know he was dead,

I would swear you were
your brother.

Your brother and my
master were such friends.

It's really most extraordinary
how you resemble him.

- Yes.

Yes, I've--

I've always resembled him.

You knew my brother's wife then.

Madam Helton, I believe.

- Yes, of course,
monsieur.

A beautiful woman,
monsieur.

- Oh, yes.

She seems to have moved away.

Would you happen to know where?

- It's the same old story.

A woman's a woman,
monsieur.

As soon as her
mourning is over,

she'll be getting married
to a Monsieur Dowse.

(dramatic music)

- To Monsieur...

Dowse.

- Let me review this.

You are Monsieur
Offland M. Helton?

- Yes.

- The one who's buried in
the graveyard?

- I was but I am not anymore.

It's difficult to believe.

- Very difficult.

Because it is a fact,

Monsieur Offland Helton has
been dead and buried for a year.

- Yes, I know.

I'm alive and I'm
Offland Helton.

- My good fellow, you're
exhausting my patience.

I would have you removed.

Except that would ruin
the finest day of my life.

You see, it's the day of
my wedding.

And I would not inflict harm
on anyone on my wedding day.

Oh, don't take my word on this.

I'm in possession of a document

which might serve to
convince you.

I had needed it this morning.

- What is it?

- Offland Helton's death certificate.

- Gastol.

Gastol, my love,
what are you doing?

Please hurry,
we're going to be late.

And we can't have that, can we?

- [Gastol]
In a minute, my love.

(ominous music)

(stone sliding)

- [Cagliostro]
Back already?

- Yes.

Nobody...
Nobody needs me anymore.

- A shame.

You only had one day coming
to you anyway.

After all, your wife
spoke your name just once.

- When?

- Today.

At the Marriage Bureau,
she had to put down

her husband's name on
the marriage certificate.

It's required by law.

(stone sliding)

- He's returned?

- Everybody comes back.

Sooner than they think.

- Mmh.

Yes, very true,
very true.

Well, that's life.

(chuckling)

(gasping)

- Monsieur policeman, will you
please show me the way out?

I'm so scared.

- You're frightened,
mademoiselle?

- Yes, it's so strange around here.

Aren't you frightened at all?

- No, I was, though.

I was scared stiff.

That is when I was alive.

(dramatic music)

- Forgive me,
but I have an appointment

with a certain Cagliostro.

If I should not happen to return,

be good enough to mention
my name frequently.

(ominous music)